Revolution 50 4/28/19 Edition

[Danny]

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 and welcome to Revolution 50! I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. What a celebratory night we have on deck, guys.

Tom Phillips: Couldn’t agree more, Corey. It’s a night of debuts, returns, and championship matches. Like in fatal four-way action, the debuting Ultramantis Black mixes it up with the returning Chris Jericho and Samoa Joe as well as Buddy Murphy.

Mauro Ranallo: Also making their returns are Seth Rollins and Jimmy Havoc as they do battle in the opening contest.

Corey Graves: Imagine if Jimmy Havoc put Seth Rollins back on the shelf. Speaking of shelves, Sami Zayn may have some gold to put on his mantle if he gets past the defending Television Champion Aleister Black.

Tom Phillips: Also looking to leave here champion is Kaval as he challenges Velveteen Dream for the Intercontinental title.

Mauro Ranallo: And it wouldn’t be a great show without tag team action as DIY takes on the NWO’s Rated ChaRisma.

Corey Graves: Also from the NWO we’ll have Rick Rude taking on the Royal Rumble winner Vinny Marseglia.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event we’ll find out who Vinny’s going to face as The Miz takes on Larry Sweeney for the UWF Championship.

Mauro Ranallo: But first it's the return of the Owner of UWF, EC3!


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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a pop for the returning man. He walks down confidently to the ring and steps in. A mic is quickly brought to him and he waste no time in lifting to his lips to speak.

EC3: Boy does it feel good to be back.

Big pop from the crowd

EC3: Things looked a little different the last time I was here. I'll be honest, I preferred the more 80s austehtic we had but hey, I gave the reigns over to Austin and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. What I didn't do however was give Spud... sorry... Drake control of Revolution. I always made it my mission not to give returning superstars big opportunities until they proved themselves but then Sami Zayn comes in and wins 2 matches before main eventing a PPV? I hear about the nWo running around causing havoc. GMs putting their hands on talent and threatening to fire one another. Obviously I had to come back to help steer the ship in the right direction. I should be dealing with more important things and I hope that one day one of these other boys in the back turn into something special to maybe take over the role of GM one day but until that happens, I've officially resumed my role as GM of Revolution.


EC3: Now with that, I've got a lot of things that need to be done soon because this is Wrestlemania season folks. To be honest, there's a lot of new faces here, some who I even wonder how they got hired. Now that the boss is back, you're going to have to step it up a lot harder to impress me because there's going to be fewer opportunities to go around because the Primetime Championship, it's now gone. I'm a fan of the stipulation but the belt is a literal stepping stone. There's no prestige in that. You're supposed to carry around your championship with honor, not just give it up for the opportunity at another.

This decision seems to get a more negative reaction from the crowd but EC3 doesn't seem to care.

EC3: Tonight is historic, the 50th episode of Revolution! There's been many ups and down over the years but we're still standing tall and we will continue to do so. So here's to another 50, and let's get this show started the way a lot of the past shows have started. With some action featuring some new and returning superstars!


Burn It Down!



As the arena echoes from the words that begin Seth Rollin’s theme his theme song begins to blast all around the stadium as the crowd cheers him upon his arrival to the ring. He steps out from the back with an evil maniacal grin on his face as he stands center stage and beats his chest just before throws his arms up in the air.

Tony Chimel: From Davenport, Iowa. The King Slayer, Sethhh Rollliinnnsssss!

After such a well announced inteoduction, he then begins to trot down the ramp making his way to the ring as he is showered with cheers from around the arena. He then makes it to the ring and climbs up the steel steps which left him standing on the ring apron. Then he climbed up the turnbuckles which he then throw his arms up again and screamed the words “King Slayer” as he reached the top. He then hopped over into the ring and leaned in his corner waiting for his opponents name to be announced



Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England weighting 200 pounds, "Pain" Jimmy Havoc!!!

*we see jimmy coming down the ramp while recieving middle fingers from some members of the crowd, then jimmy turns to the ones giving him a middle finger, this scaring them, who then sit on their chairs, after doing this jimmy enters the ring and does a creepy smile before sitting on one corner of the ring*


VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, Jimmy runs after Seth and surprises him with a dropkick into the corner! Seth is caught off guard by this and Havoc takes advantage my hoisting him up in the air and dropping him on his head with a brainbuster! He turns over and goes for the pin!


Tom Phillips: Imagine if Jimmy Havoc wins right here!

Corey Graves: I'm not the biggest Rollins fan but that would be nothing short of a tragedy.



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Rollins kicks out right away! Jimmy is having none of that though and he just beats on the head and back of Seth with stiff overhand punches. The ref tries to get him to stop but Jimmy doesn't listen until the ref threatens to disqualify him. Jimmy gets up in the ref's face and dares him to disqualify him. The ref looks intimidated but stands his ground. Jimmy shakes his head before turning his attention back to Seth who catches him with a shot to the stomach from a kneeling position. He punches him again to create some more room but Havoc comes back with a knee to the side of the head. He then places Rollins in a front facelock, maybe looking for a DDT but we'll never know as Seth starts to push forward and rams Havoc into the corner. Jimmy fights back by driving his elbows into the back of Seth to break free. It works and Jimmy pulls himself up to the top rope. He's getting situated when Rollins springs to life and climbs up the ropes, grabbing Jimmy and bringing him to the mat with a superplex! That's not it though as he rolls through, picking him up again to deliver a falcon arrow for the pin!



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Jimmy kicks out! Seth makes sure to stay on him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to place his head between his legs. He lifts him up for a powerbomb but Jimmy starts raining down punches to the top of his skull. This is enough for Havoc to drop down in front of him, taking him down with a DDT! Instead of going for a pin, Jimmy just kneels over him, holding his head with one hand and bringing down forearm shots to the face with the other until the ref reaches a count of 4. He backs away for a second but then grabs Rollins arm and turns him over onto his stomach. He grabs a hold of the other arm now too and pull them up to bring Rollins up before curb stomping his face into the mat! He kicks Seth's body over and then falls on top of him with his forearm in his face for the cover.



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Rollins gets the shoulder up at 2!


Mauro Ranallo: Rollins with the kickout after an absolutely vicious curb stomp from Jimmy Havoc there.

Corey Graves:What do you expect from a sadist Mauro. How this guy even got a contract is beyond me.



Jimmy looks agitated that Rollins managed to kick out. He doesn't too riled though, instead an actual smile coming across his face because he gets to inflict even more pain. He stands back up and grabs a hold of Rollin's arm once more. He tries to rise him to his feet but he's all dead weight. It takes awhile but he's finally up and Havoc is behind him holding his arm. He pulls the ripcord but when Rollins spins out , he dodges the clothesline, grabbing Havoc's arm instead and getting behind him. Now Rollins pulls the ripcord and Havoc comes right into a knee to the face! Blood spouts from Havoc's nose, it being possibly broken as Seth makes the cover.



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Havoc kicks out! Seth doesn't want to take any chances, letting his adrenaline take over, he picks up Havoc and once again picking him up into a powerbomb position. Jimmy tries to punch himself free once more but Seth powers through, running over to the corner and throwing him back first for a buckle bomb! Havoc comes off hard and falls on his hands and knees. Seth takes a step back before coming forward with the Avada Kedavra! He takes Jimmy's head nearly clean off and pulls him away from the ropes before hooking the leg for the pin.



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But NO! Jimmy gets the shoulder up at the last second! After taking a curb stomp courtesy of Jimmy Havoc, Seth backs away to the corner and readies himself for one of his own, Jimmy slowly turns over and starts to pick himself up. He's up on his hands and knees and Seth goes running over. He jumps into the air for the stomp but Jimmy pops up and catches him with a death valley driver! Not quite done with things there, he grabs Seth and shoves his head between his legs before lifting him up for a piledriver! Rollins whole body goes limp as Jimmy rolls him over and makes the cover.



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But NO! Rollins kicks out just in time!


Tom Phillips:Yet another kickout by Seth Rollins! How is he doing this?

Corey Graves: At this point it may just be instinct because to me it looks like he's not even there.


Jimmy is tired of playing and wants to finish things. He grabs Seth's head and locks in the Suicide Silence! The sleeper is held in tight as Jimmy rolls onto his back, making sure Seth has to fight if he wants to get back up. Luckily for him, Seth already looked done and after a quick check in by the ref, he's quick to call for the bell.


Tony Chimel:Here is your winner, Jimmy Havoc!




Havoc lets go and backs away with a smile on his face, having just won his debut. The ref goes to grab his hand to raise it but a quick glare makes him think otherwise. Havoc raises his own hand and stares into the hardcam, looking directly at the viewers at home until the live feed goes elsewhere.



INT. WARGAMES - NIGHT



The cameras come into the backstage area, the lens staring at the curtain dividing the outsiders from those who are properly involved in the business. Busting through the curtain, shirt slung over his shoulder, is The Miz, who is holding his head. He’s still in pain from the main event, but not trying to show it.



The man of the hour is greeted by none other than his newly reunited best friend, Chris Jericho, standing ahead of a group of various identifiable superstars that won’t be named for legal reasons. Jericho stands before the recent victor, who is at a loss for words, having just been in one of the most brutal matches of his entire life. Jericho takes the reigns of the situation.



Chris Jericho: Well, you did it Mike.



Miz: ”Every part of my body is burning...my head is killing me, and my wrist is sore from the handcuffs...but you’re goddamn right that I did it!”



Miz manages a smile as he looks to Jericho, a distinct ringing sound in both ears, but not paying any mind.



Chris Jericho: Trust me, the pain will go away with time. What won’t go away is that you beat the nWo. You saved Steve Austin’s job. You won in the main event of Wargames. Nobody can ever take that away from you, no matter how Sweeney and company try to write it off as a fluke.



Miz: ”I...I still can’t believe it, man. I’m finally the hero...five damn pay-per-views of losses, and the time I finally get the win, it’s being the people’s hero! It feels good, honestly...but not as good as having a friend waiting for me once the bell rang.”



Chris Jericho: Yeah. It’s a good feeling. Damn, I haven’t been this excited about a match since I won the G1 two years ago. I got my first world title match after that.



Jericho laughs, remembering his naive self from 2017.



Chris Jericho: Imagine if you got a match against Sweeney after this. You deserve one anyway.



Miz: ”You mean, one that doesn’t end with someone attacking me and joining the nWo?”



Chris Jericho: Guess I’d better check to make sure I’m not wearing an nWo shirt underneath.



Miz: ”Hah, yeah, otherwise that’d put a quick end to our friendship, huh? Ah, whatever though...if I did get that title shot, Sweeney would be going down so fast. I mean, did you see him tonight? He was struggling to take care of Neville...Neville! The guy who hasn’t had a single win in the company so far? Yeah, if he’s struggling to beat him, then there should be no doubts that I’d be able to beat him.”



A thought enters Miz’s mind as he’s thinking about earlier in the night, but he can’t quite place what it is about…



Chris Jericho: Well hopefully you’ll get your chance sometime down the line. I’m sure management doesn’t want to waste all of those Sweeney-Marseglia ‘Mania posters, so maybe Backlash? The same event your first shot took place at.



Miz: ”Yeah, but then what’d I do at Mania? I mean...us two could team there, but then if we won there, if it would be for the tag titles anyways, I wouldn’t get the shot at Backlash.”



Chris Jericho: You could be a double champion. Hell, I could probably hold out against the Outsiders on my own, because I have two healthy quads. And even if they don’t let you do that, you could just win the King of the Ring or the G1 or whatever we do this year. Tournaments have done me wonders these past few years.



Miz: “Oh that’d be nice. Actually make it out of the first round this go-around if it is King of the Ring. Maybe they can have me face Hardy too, get some revenge...then again, who knows if he’ll even still be in the company by then?”



Chris Jericho: Well, no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side. Whether it’s tag titles, or going after Sweeney, or just taking on some random jabronis, I’ll be there with you.



For the second time that night, Jericho reaches out for a handshake.



Chris Jericho: Just as long as you’re here for me.



Miz takes the handshake, but then he finally realizes what the thought was.



Miz: ”Tag titles...wait, shit! Hey uh, I got to go to the medics, make sure that Ciampa’s alright.”



Chris Jericho: Who the fuck is Ciampa? Is he an nWo guy or something?



Miz: ”NO! Uh...I mean, he’s uh...he’s Gargano’s partner. Johnny Gargano. They’re the guys who faced off against The Outsiders tonight? We hit it off a bit, while you weren’t here, and I just want to go make sure they’re alright. Man, I hope his eye isn’t too screwed up…”



Miz begins walking, going slower than usual though due to the effects of the match. Jericho follows along, talking as he walks.



Chris Jericho: Well surely he can't be hurt as bad as you. I mean, look at you. You were handcuffed. You can barely walk.



Miz doesn’t say much of anything in response, and the pair simply walk to the trainer’s office. Not bothering to knock, Miz opens the door, and walks right in. As Miz and Jericho step through the door, they can see Ciampa slumped over in a chair, bandage strapped over his eye. Gargano is pacing back and forth around the room. Gargano is mid sentence as they enter.



Gargano: “It’s not right! They can’t get away with that kind of shitty behaviour. We deserve that rematch instantly. Look at you for christ’s sake.”



Ciampa: “Johnny just calm down, I’m just as pissed as you are. I mean, if you lifted as much as me then maybe you could have got that fat ass up but y’know.. We could sit here and talk about ifs and buts for a long time but it just wasn’t our night. Chill the fuck out, man.”



At this point, Ciampa looks over at Jericho and Miz who are stood in the doorway. He shakes his head before addressing the two. Gargano notices the pairing when Ciampa looks past him and to the door.



Ciampa: “Gonna be honest with you guys, Johnny’s piss is running hot, my eye’s busted. Probably a bad time to be coming here right now.”



Miz: ”That’s...kind of why I had come here, though. I wanted to make sure that you were okay...or as close to it as possible, I guess. I mean, I saw what Scott had done to you, Ciampa, absolutely despicable. Hopefully the damage isn’t permanent though?”



Chris Jericho: I take back everything I said earlier.



Miz turns to Jericho, not seeming smug about knowing he was right but moreso in concern of the pair in front of him.



Miz: ”See, Chris? I had told you so! Wargames was bad and all, but at least I still got sight in both of my eyes…”



Miz quickly looks back over to Ciampa with an apologetic look on his face.



Miz: ”Er, no offense from that, hopefully. Don’t exactly want to be making you guys even more angry than it seems you are now…”



Ciampa: “If I’m honest with you, Miz; I thought I’d be much more angry than I am. Johnny’s more pissed off than me right now.”



Gargano: “Dude, you got stabbed in the eye! How in the hell am I more angry than you right now?”



Ciampa stands up from the chair he was sat in and stands right in front of Johnny. Both have stern looks on their faces.



Ciampa: “I’m not mad that I got stabbed in the eye, I’m not even angry at the fact that you can’t finish the job for us. I’m hungry, Johnny. I wanted those titles more than I’ve wanted anything and you know what? You call yourself Johnny Wrestling but right now, I don’t see it. You need to chill the hell out because it’s not my fault we lost. We were cheated and you couldn’t lift Hall so do not think about pinning this on the both of us! If it’s anybody’s fault, it’s yours.”



Ciampa looks at Jericho and Miz, forgetting that they were stood there this whole time. He looks Johnny up and down before taking a seat once again.



Gargano: “Dude, I’m sorry ok? How many times do we have to go over this?”



Ciampa: “Until you get it through your skull that it’s no one else’s fault but your own.”



Ciampa looks back over to the doorway and speaks to the duo once more.



Ciampa: “I’m sorry that you have to hear this. We’re just disappointed with what happened and tensions are running high at the moment. Probably a bad first impression of us right, Chris?”





Chris Jericho: Well it sounds like you two have an issue with the nWo, and so do we. After all, we’re pretty much all that’s left on our side. We can’t afford to be blaming each other in defeat, but rather preparing for victory. You’ll get your shots soon, just stick with it.



Miz: ”And, to be fair, there have been worst first impressions in this company, so I’d still say that you’ve done better than most. Besides, you said it yourselves: the nWo cheated to win...again. It’ll be a matter of time before they break apart, and once those cracks begin showing, you’ll have the perfect chance to take the titles for yourselves! Now uh, if you’ll excuse me...I got to go grab something. I’ll be back in a sec, guys.”



Without hesitation, Miz takes his leave, meaning momentarily it is just DIY and Jericho in the office. Jericho breaks up the silence quickly.



Chris Jericho: So anyway, how’s the eye, Tommy?



Gargano: “I mean, it’s pretty fitting that you’re gonna have an eye patch during the period that Avengers: Endgame is set to be released eh?”



Ciampa, impressed by Gargano’s joke tries to hide his smirk before replying to Jericho’s question about his ‘disability’.



Ciampa: “Doctor looked over it, said I’ve got a corneal abrasion. Which basically means that my eye is screwed for a few weeks, and yeah I’m probably gonna have to wear an eyepatch. Just call me Tommy Fury right?”



Chris Jericho: Haha, good one there. I think humor is the best coping mechanism for any situation. After all, I have plenty of things to be sad about, but you don’t see me moping around, especially on such a big night like this one. I mean, Mike took down the nWo, Patrick ended the Reign of Rude… and, um, well, you gave it your best shot, so that’s gotta be worth something, right?



Gargano: “I mean yeah I suppose but we still had those assholes beat!”



Ciampa: “Johnny.. It doesn’t matter. What’s happened has happened. As Jericho said, look on the bright side; Rude got beat, Team Austin prevailed. It could be a hell of a lot worse.”



Gargano: “It could be a hell of a lot better too. I suppose we’re just gonna have to bounce back from this. There is one thing I need to do and I need your permission, Tommy.”



Ciampa: “I know where you’re going with this.. And yes, it’s time..”



Johnny pulls out the infamous folder that reads ‘PROJECT: CIAMPA’, he looks at Ciampa and nods who reciprocates. Gargano walks over to the trainer’s shredder that is besides his desk and places the folder through as Jericho looks on in shock.



Chris Jericho: That looked important. Is there something I’m missing here?



Ciampa: “Project: Ciampa was my plan to win it all and hit the big time but I’m fed up of planning. Me and Johnny always said, ‘if we lose this, we never plan how we’re going to win a match ever again.’ hence why you saw what you just saw.”



Just as Ciampa finishes saying that, the door to the trainer’s office opens once more, and in walks The Miz, both hands behind his back. The urge to hold his midsection out of pain is strong, but he keeps himself restrained as he walks up to Gargano and Ciampa first.



Miz: ”Sorry about that, guys, but I had to go get something. Johnny, Tomasso...you remember what we had talked about before? Before the tag title match, before Wargames in general? Well, I know you sadly didn’t get the win tonight, but I managed to pull some strings around with the committee, and…”



Miz brings his hands back from behind him, and in each hand is a Mizzy Award, reading “Rising Star of The Year” on the plaque. He extends one to each member of DIY, a smile on his face throughout. Ciampa and Gargano look at each other before accepting the awards from the Miz. Ciampa can’t stop staring with his psychotic grin once again on his face. Gargano looks over to Ciampa.



Gargano: “Well, I guess we’re not walking away completely empty-handed tonight right?”



Ciampa: “Johnny.. I’m sorry for snapping earlier dude. You’re my best pal and I wouldn’t want anything to come between us. It’s not your fault we lost. Hall blinded me and he weighs a shit ton, dude’s full of booze and crack. We good?”



Gargano: “Oh come on, of course we are. We’ve been through worse than this right?”



With a fist bump between the two to rekindle their relationship slightly, Ciampa looks to Miz.



Ciampa: “Well, Miz.. we would like to accept these awards from yourself and the committee with a huge amount of thankfulness for being named ‘Rising Stars of The Year’. I’d like to thank myself for being so goddamn good and my tag partner even though he needs to work those god damn arms. How much do you actually lift, John?”



Gargano: “Clearly, not enough right? Haha but seriously though, thanks Miz. It means a lot that you did this for us.”



With grins once again back on the faces of DIY, Ciampa and Gargano extend their hands out to Miz to show their gratitude before Jericho decides to jump in.



Chris Jericho: This is nice and all, but the real question is whether or not Mike still has that one from when Jimmy Jacobs got axed at SummerSlam. I was an integral part of that match and the reason why it happened in the first place. I survived two men trying to take my title with absolutely nothing to show for it. It’s almost insulting.



Miz: ”I still do, but it’s up at my house in Los Angeles. I can get it for you next week though, man. I mean, not to be rude but...we’re already best friends, does the award matter that much in comparison? Ah, whatever. If you want it, you got it. I’ll give it to you next week, simple as that.”



Chris Jericho: See, this is what best friends are for. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to get a drink.



Jericho steps out of the room for the time being. Miz then accepts the handshakes from Gargano and Ciampa, going with Tomasso first, then Johnny.



Gargano: “I think I speak for both of us when I say that we could all probably use a drink right? Especially you, eh tough guy?”



Ciampa: “You’ve got that right. It’s the late after party for the Mizzys… in the trainer’s office..”



Miz: ”Nah, Mizzys are nice, but this is the Wargames after-party, for the REAL winners of the night! Come on, once Jericho gets back, celebrations will be had!”



Ciampa: “I’ll have to fish out my party eyepatch for this. Although, due to the mass amounts of pain relief I’m taking, I probably can’t drink anyways!”



Gargano: “Come on, man. Hall’s been taking pills and drinking for the past 30 years, look at him! He’s.. fine.. I guess?



Ciampa points at his eyepatch to prove that Gargano is making an invalid point.



Ciampa: “Really? I think this thing right here literally goes to show that Hall’s diet of pills and alcohol isn’t the best way to do things unless you wanna beat your wife or stab people with a toothpick.”



With this, Jericho comes back into the room, unfortunately drink-less.



Chris Jericho: Well guys, I forgot the event was over, so the concession stand is closed, and I got kicked out of the bar down the road a few days ago, so no drinks. However, I found the next best thing…



Jericho turns around and turns out the light, leaving the room completely dark save for one thing: his light-up jacket.



Chris Jericho: I tossed this old thing in the trash months ago. Somehow, they haven’t dumped them out since then, I guess. Isn’t this just great?



Miz: ”Yeah, actually. Great to hear about the jacket.



Chris Jericho: Oh, but it gets even better. I saw Ethan Carter walking around when I was out, and he said he wants to see you, Mike, first thing tomorrow morning for a “special” meeting. Apparently he’s got something big planned for you.



DIY raise their eyebrows at the sound of a great opportunity for their friend.



Gargano: “I mean, that sounds promising right? Also, sweet light-up jacket. I saw it in the trash and almost worn it tonight myself actually.”



Ciampa: “What? You didn’t tell me that! Let’s be honest, no one else can pull that thing off besides him. But anyways, here’s hoping there’s something good that comes out of your opportunity. We’re going to try and cash in on a rematch if possible. We do deserve a rematch after all.. But this time, I want to face them in a different way. So we can fight back with toothpicks if we want to!”



Gargano: “I wouldn’t use a toothpick but a chair or something for sure. How about a steel cage?!”



While Gargano and Ciampa are murmuring amongst themselves about what they could do to gain a rematch and get one up on the Outsiders, Miz is busy thinking of possibilities. Being the first he heard of the meeting, naturally it goes through good and bad thoughts, but his face hides the thoughts towards it.



Miz: ”A meeting with him, huh? And first thing tomorrow...damn, guess that puts a hard stop on the after-party plans...well, that and how far away the next nearest bar would be...either way though, that’s one hell of a thing to learn tonight.”



Chris Jericho: Well I’m sure it’ll all be fine. I mean, what’s he gonna do, fire you? Also, I know a really good place in Portland, played there a few times, owner’s really cool.



Ciampa: “Well, what are we waiting for? This eye hurts like a bitch and these painkillers ain’t doing shit.”



Miz: “Hell yeah then, we got a grand night ahead of us, so let’s get moving!"



Miz begins to leave the Trainer’s Office, excited for the night ahead of him.



Gargano: “Yeah, man! Come on, Tommy. Let’s get you a whiskey for that eye.”



Ciampa: “Gonna need a little more than that, pal but sure, let’s head out.”



Gargano assists Ciampa to stand as he’s still feeling the effects of the tag match. With Tommy’s eyepatch on, DIY begin to head out of the office alongside Miz and Jericho.



Chris Jericho: Hey, maybe I can get the dude who owns the place to get us free drinks…



Jericho says as his voice trails off. He, with the others, leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.



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And then the door opens again. Jericho walks back into the trainer’s room, deciding to test his luck by searching the room’s trash can. At the bottom of it, he finds a very specific clipboard that serves a very specific purpose. An ecstatic Jericho gets up and leaves the room again, this time for good.



Chris Jericho: Hey guys! You’ll never guess what I found!



Fin.


The cameras go backstage where Sami is preparing for his big match for the Television Championship.



Sami Zayn: Oh hey. I guess you're wondering about how I feel heading into this. My first title opportunity since returning. I honestly didn't see it all coming together this quickly for me but I guess it just proves that with hard work and dedication, you can accomplish everything you set out to do. Defeating the nWo and doing what was right as so far netted me a great starting point for my career and-

Before Zayn can finish his sentence, he's attacked from behind by none other than Scott Hall and Kevin Nash! The Outsiders are getting revenge for their fallen nWo brethren by taking their boots to Zayn. Razor picks him up and hands him to Kevin who knees him in the gut. He shoves his head between his legs and lifts him up before dropping him to the concrete floor with the Jackknife Powerbomb! The Outsiders look down at Zayn and leave his broken body lying there.

Becky Lynch: Sami!

Suddenly, Becky Lynch comes running from down the hall to see Sami laid out. She calls out for help and multiple people come out to check on Sami. She's with him, trying to get him help as the live feed goes elsewhere.


"You Think You Know Me?"



There's a sea of boos as the nWo's theme hits the PA Speakers, signaling the “Rated R Superstar” Edge! A thick cloud of smoke blurs up the curtains before the Canadian-born superstar walks out from the back and takes a slow step, laughing at the negative reception he's getting. He walks over to the start of the ramp, waiting for his theme to kick in before putting his head down, fists down, and raising up the Devil Horns with fireworks going off!



Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 241 pounds, representing the nWo, he is "The Rated R SUUUperstar", Edge!

He runs from the ramp down to the ring, and slides in, laying stomach first to bare his teeth to the fans with a toothy grin, before standing up and walking to the corner, climbing the middle ropes and throwing up the Devil Horns once again as his theme yells in stero. Edge is ready for this, and hops down from the post, taking off his shirt and throwing it to ringside.






#DIY’s theme blares around the arena. As the beat drops, they both walk out with a spring in their steps. Gargano does his signature taunt and Ciampa attempts to pump up the crowd with that eerie psycho grin we see now and again. They then begin their descent down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 399lbs. The team of Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa; D..I..Y!

Both Gargano and Ciampa enter the ring at the same time before getting into the face of one another and pumping each other up. They climb opposite turnbuckles; Johnny puts his hand to his forehead and does his signature taunt, Ciampa just grins and applauds the crowd. They jump back down from the turnbuckles. DIY are ready to go.


VS



DING DING DING



The bell rings and Edge and Johnny Gargano are warming up in the corner. The crowd starts an nWo chant but it’s quickly drowned out by a big DIY chant. Gargano appreciates the help and tries to get the crowd even more pumped up, throwing is hands up in the air. He’s looking around at the crowd with a smile on his face until Edge comes running over with a forearm to the back of the head! Gargano falls into the corner and Edge starts to put the boots to him before just flat out choking him with his boot.


Tom Phillips: You know, it really does suck to see Edge resort to these kind of cheap tactics now that he’s with the nWo.

Corey Graves: What are you talking about Phillips, Edge is known for doing underhanded tactics. His nickname is literally the ultimate opportunist.


The crowd is booing Edge's actions but he just grins from ear to ear until the ref counts to four and he backs off. Gargano crawls next to the ropes to get to his partner but Edge comes running back over with a boot to the side of the head. He then picks up Johnny and whips him across the ring. Gargano hits the ropes and ducks under a clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes once more and coming back with a basement dropkick to the knee. Gargano tries to follow up with a superkick but Edge catches his foot. He stands back up making Johnny hop to keep his balance. Johnny quickly retaliates by bringing his other foot up to hit an enziguri that sends Edge stumbling into the ropes. Johnny runs after him, looking for a clothesline to the outside but Edge ducks under and sends him over with a back body drop. Gargano is able to land on the apron and tries to springboard into the ring but Edge turns around and catches him with a big boot that knocks him to the outside. Edge walks over to his corner and tags in Christian who drops down from the apron and walks over to Johnny, picking him up and ramming him back first into the apron! He then tosses him back in the ring, following him in and going for the pin.



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Gargano kicks out! Christian brings him back up to his feet and places him in a front facelock. He lifts him up for a suplex but Gargano manages to fall behind him, pushing him into the ropes and grabbing a hold of his waist for a roll up. Christian is able to hold onto the ropes to prevent it and Johnny goes rolling backwards. Christian runs after him with a spear but Gargano catches him in the face with a superkick! Gargano is quick to follow up by grabbing Christian and lifting him up onto his shoulder. He starts to run to the corner, looking to lawn dart him but Christian slips behind him and shoves him into the corner. Gargano is able to hop onto the second rope and comes off with a sunset flip into the pin!



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Christian gets his shoulders up in time! Both men rush to their feet, Johnny going for a backhanded chop that echoes throughout the arena. Christian winces in pain but goes low with a knee to the gut to cut off any momentum. He brings Gargano over to his corner and tags in Edge. Edge lifts up Johnny into a sidewalk slam and Christian is there to deal more damage with an inverted DDT!


Corey Graves: Look at the teamwork from the nWo. While Johnny is there hogging the spotlight, these guys excel at teamwork. It's no wonder they lost to the Outsiders.


Edge drags Johnny away from the ropes and goes for a pin.



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Edge picks up Gargano's head after the 1 count and just smiles right at Ciampa. He picks up Gargano and places him in a front facelock. It looks like he's going to try for the Edgecution but Johnny comes to life and backs him into the corner. From there he starts unloading with shoulder thrusts into Edge, ramming him over and over again until the ref makes his count to four. Johnny turns around and looks a little exhausted. He starts to walk over to his corner to tag in Ciampa but Edge grabs him from behind and hits the Edge-o-matic! He pulls his leg up for the pin!



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Gargano kicks out at 2! Now Edge is a little mad and takes out his frustration on Johnny by just punching him in the face over and over. The ref is quick to get on him about this and start his count. Edge backs away and kneels in the corner, readying for the Spear. Ciampa is trying to warn Johnny but Gargano looks out of it. He slowly rises and turns around just in time to see Edge charging towards him. Johnny hops over him just in time and rolls through to his corner to tag in Ciampa!


Mauro Ranallo: And here comes the Sicilian Psychopath!

Corey Graves: About time Gargano figured out this was a tag match but don't worry, the nWo will make short work of Ciampa just like they did Johnny.


Ciampa comes in and clothesline Edge before running over to the corner and knocking Christian off the apron. Edge is getting back up when Ciampa runs over to deliver a high knee to take him back down. Tomasso waste no time in picking Edge back up and pushing him into the corner. He goes for a wild chop that Edge is able to duck, Ciampa, hitting his hand across the top turnbuckle. He winces a bit but shakes it off, following Edge as he goes to his corner. Christian isn't there to make the tag and Tomasso takes advantage with another high knee, this time to the back of Edge that rams him into his own corner.

Edge turns around and puts his arms up to block the flurry of punches from Ciampa until he brings him out of the corner and gives him a stiff european uppercut. Edge falls to a knee and so Ciampa bends down and manages to throw Edge over his shoulder. After some slight adjusting, he grabs Edge's head with his opposite hand and executes an air raid crash! Ciampa stays on top of him as the ref drops down to count the cover.


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Edge kicks out! The Pycho Killer brings Edge back up to his feet but Edge catches him off guard with when he sits out for a jawbreaker! Tomasso stumbles around allowing the Rated R Superstar enough time to tag in his partner Christian who has just gotten back on the apron. Christian runs at Ciampa with a clothesline but Ciampa ducks it and when Christian turns around, he gets headbutted right in the face! Ciampa then makes the tag to Gargano who comes running in and dropkicks Edge off the apron! Chirstian cralws to the cneter of the ring, trying to get up but is in a clear daze from the headbutt. DIY however are set up on opposite sides of the ring and collide with Christian in the middle for a Meeting in the Middle! Christian goes down and Johnny flips him over for the pin while Tomasso watches out for Edge.



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, DIY!




Tom Phillips: DIY is victorious! You'd have to think this puts them in line to challenge the Tag Team Champions.

Mauro Ranallo: Well there's quite a few teams who want a shot at the nWo but DIY certainly have a case.


DIY celebrate their win until they see Edge come into the ring with a steel chair in hand. DIY get outta dodge and walk up the ramp, hand raised to rub it in the face of the nWo. Edge drops the chair and instead helps up Christian. They're about to walk out when Edge suddenly kicks Christian in the gut and delivers the Edgecution on the steel chair!


Mauro Ranallo: What the hell!


Edge looks down at Christian with a crazed look in his eye. He leaves the ring and walks over to the time keepers and grabs a second steel chair. He slides into the ring and with Christian already face down on the first one, Edge raises the chair above his head and smashes it down onto Christian for a one man con-chair-toe! Christian leg is twitching from the impact and multiple officials from the back come out try to get Edge away. He doesn't fight them, instead walking back on his own with a dazed look in his eye. He leaves his partner in the ring as he's checked on while the live feed goes elsewhere.


The scene opens in black and white with Vinny Marseglia looking very seriously into the camera.



Vinny Marseglia: Rick Rude, the sand in your hourglass has just about all fallen through. It’s almost time for you to walk towards the light, and I’m not just talking about walking through the curtain and having the arena lights shine on you, because while you’ll make that trip also, there’s another one happening that you aren’t going to be nearly in the same condition for. And I know you aren’t prepared for it. You think you are because you’re confident and arrogant but neither of those things is going to make the impossible possible and help you brace for it or keep it from happening.

You think pain is having to look out at a sea of people you deem lesser than you because of the aesthetic flaws you feel they possess. You think grief is losing the Intercontinental Championship after holding it for such a lengthy duration. But you’re wrong on both accounts. You’re going to be educated on what both of those things truly are and what it’s like to experience them. You’re going to feel pain that your body can barely fathom and I’m going to give you something to grieve about when you lose things like the ability to see clearly or breathe comfortably, and then I’m going to deliver the final blow.

You’ll be a delight to desecrate like every other that finds themselves sauntering to the slaughter, regardless of how or why, but there’s a reason that I’m going to enjoy sending you to the tomb a bit more. Because it’s like I told you, you’re the first of your entire faction that’s going to fall. You are a means to send Larry Sweeney a message that his empire is falling fast. Think of yourself as a carrier pigeon but instead of tying a message to you, I’m going to string you up like a cadaver in a gallows to say what I want him to hear.

Tonight is the final moment you get to be comfortable in your own skin, and that moment will be fleeting and over before you know it. Because once that bell rings, you won’t have any solace to prop you up. Not a frame of mind, not a state of being, not even that skin I talked about when I take that too. So say goodbye to the rest, and farewell to the flesh.

Things fade to black as Revolution continues.




Kenny Omega’s music hits, and after the intro hits, The Omegaman steps out from the back in his ring attire with a confident look on his face.

Tom Phillips: Well Corey, it’s about time we figured out who this is. Omega’s been the target of some “ghost” from the UWF’s past.

Corey Graves: That’s what happens when you’re a former world champ Phillips. Shocked that Kenny’s even looked at after his run though!

Tom Phillips: Although Kenny had one of the shortest and uneventful runs with the UWF International Championship, he still hasn’t lost a match under convincing terms since the early days of Resistance. Last week, Omega defeated the longest reigning UWF champion, Kevin Steen all on his own, with the statement being that he can defeat any legend from UWF’s past. That smile on his face tells the entire story.

Omega makes his way down the entrance ramp, slapping some hands for high fives, before grabbing a microphone at ringside, and climbing into the ring.



Kenny Omega: Oh-ho-hoooo, it’s about time, ain’t it? I’ll skip’ the gloattin’ for later, “ghost”, mystery attacker, where oh WHERE are you?

Tom Phillips: Well now! Omega’s getting straight to the point!

Omega stands there for a solid moment, and with no reaction, Omega cracks his neck and rolls his shoulder.

Kenny Omega: Let me make this clear, I’m not out here to sign some contract. I’m not here, wastin’ these peoples time, I’m callin’ you out right now to fight me. That’s why you’re here, aren’t’cha? To get a piece at me? Why wait till’ the granddaddy of ‘em all? I’ve never been a patient man, and I’m still feeling the adrenaline of putting down the old guard after beating Kevin Steen last week.

He still stands there, looking up at the titantron with a more irritated look now. The idea of having to wait on someone annoys him, and he shakes his head.

Kenny Omega: C’mon! You like to come out while I’m performing, interrupting me and not letting me celebrate! I’m not doing this on your time, this is MY company bucko, and I’m not going to let someone push me around like that, so c’mon! Get a piece of Kenny Omega! This is the 50th Revolution, and I’ll be damned to not fight someone here tonight!

The crowd pop for excitement, and he waits a bit longer, but there’s a long silent pause. Omega throws his arms up in frustration, leaning into the turnbuckle, before shaking his head again and getting ready to walk out.

Kenny Omega: Know what? Fine, I’ll stick to my word and find a fight somewhere else!

USOS!



Corey Graves: Ugh God, please finish them off quickly Kenny, nobody want to see these losers. Actually can we just end this segment?

There's a mixed reaction when the Usos come out but Kenny is all smiles as Jimmy and Jey come out with mics in hand. Jimmy raises it to speak but just as he's about to utter a word, they both get taken out from behind by Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa! The Gangdom of Destruction is beating down on the Usos, showing them no mercy!

Corey Graves: Haha yes! Now things are turning around!

The Tongans grabs the Usos and throw them into the steel barricades by the ramp. They then walk back up the ramp and wait with their arms crossed as Samoa Joe comes out onto the ramp and stares down the man who took the International Championship from him.

Mauro Ranallo: Well it looks like we now know who has been targeting Kenny Omega as of late. It would seem Joe hasn't forgotten about his Intern- WAIT A MINUTE!

Kenny Omega is motioning for Joe to come to the ring but he's suddenly attacked from behind with a basebat bat to the back of the leg by none other than AJ Styles! The fans would normally pop but AJ has crumbled Kenny to the ground and is throwing vicious forearm after forearm to the face of Kenny! The former multi-time UWF Champion is going to town on Kenny while Joe just smirks and walks to the back with his crew.

Tom Phillips: It's AJ Styles but what is he doing?

Corey Graves: What's it look like Phillips! He's answering my prayers!

Styles stands up and yells at Kenny for a bit, Omega grabbing his the back of his leg. Styles isn't ready to stop however as he grabs Kenny's foot. Omega tries to fight him off with his other foot but a few kicks to the injured leg take out most fight from Kenny and AJ is able to flip him over and lock in the Calf Crusher! Kenny yells out in pain but there's nothing he can do as he's at Styles' mercy. Officials come down to try and stop the returning superstar but AJ doesn't let go until he feels like it, pulling back even harder to inflict more pain. Once he feels he's had enough, AJ let's go and rolls out of the ring to immediately walk up the ramp, not even bothering to look back at Kenny and the chaos he's caused. At the top of the ramp, he stops and throws up his P1 taunt to a mixed reaction before walking to the back, leaving Kenny grabbing at his leg in the ring as the show goes elsewhere.






The titantron cuts to a shot of the ring from high-up, clearly taken from a spectator’s seat, with the caption “Earlier today” written in a corner of the screen. The arena is mostly empty, aside from the workers putting together the ring. Eventually, a voice begins to speak.

?: Funny how wrong words can be, huh..?

The person holding the camera turns it around to reveal their identity. It turns out to be Aleister Black standing in front of a seat. He sits down to continue.

Aleister: That’s funny, Miz. Throughout your entire little rant a couple weeks ago, you couldn’t manage to say one thing I didn’t expect you to say. It’s almost beautiful, really. You want to sit there in your little sanctum in Hollywood starring in a show that nobody watches and say that I’m the one twisting words? No, let’s get this straight, Miz. Everything I said was the truth. I never said you came to me out of cowardice. Quite the contrary, it was a smart decision of you to come to an agreement with me. You saw all of the times you’ve failed against Sweeney and all of the broken promises you made to your little pathetic group of Mizfits and you recognized how weak you were, so you decided to bolster your already stacked chances. Yet you still failed, Mike.

I don’t know how many times I have to stay this, but you failed with better odds than me, and you still have the audacity to say I can’t beat them like you can. You honestly think you can say that I made a check that I couldn’t cash? What happened to you winning the Royal Rumble like you promised to everyone out there? Or beating Sweeney for the UWF Undisputed Championship? Here’s a hint, it’s where all of your “love” for your wife is. Nowhere. You’re a disappointment, Michael, you always have been. A complete waste of life. Your career has been a slog of weaseling your way into title shots and then squandering them where others wouldn’t. And if your tiny group of fans can’t recognize that, no wonder you call them misfits. But let me guess, you hedging your way into that cage and winning your first PPV match in months against the lowest of the low suddenly means you’re more qualified to deal with Sweeney. You’re even stupider than you look.

He shakes his head, taking a moment to pause. He turns the camera back to show the workers putting the ring together.

Aleister: You see those people there? I realized they’re a lot like you. Unmotivated. Unachieving. Willing to accept their spot at the bottom. And whenever they do try to ascend, they fail.. But there’s one key difference between you. They contribute to this company. They do something. They make this place better, and that’s what separates you two.

He turns the camera back around again and looks straight into the camera, no sign of emotion on his face.

Aleister: What makes you think I would be grateful for winning a dollar store prize on your little show? Is it your own inflated ego? The little part of you that desperately wants this entire brand to revolve around you? Because I called it a travesty for a reason. It was a waste of a spot that could have been given to people more deserving of time on television. And it’s insulting you’d think I’d by honored by your little committee picking me. And on top of that, you insinuate that I need WALTER’s help to win matches. Miz, I don’t need WALTER. WALTER doesn’t need me. We are a tag team. We are simply two men who have similar goals and who respect each other. You, on the other hand? Your little Intercontinental Title reign that you love to drone on about was only a thing because you had two little lap dogs help you.

So Miz, let me tell you what really would happen if we were to face off. I would dissect you. I would decimate you.. I would destroy you. I would ruin your good looks, and the only roles you’d ever get again is the role of circus freak. You wouldn’t descend from the heavens. No, I would drag you to hell. And best of all? I’d make your wife and that failed abortion of a daughter that isn’t yours watch. So, Miz, I’ll let the higher-ups decide whether we have a match, whether it’s next week or at Wrestlemania. Just know that there’s a forecast of April showers.

Of… your… blood.

He leans back in his chair, delivering one final line as the feed fades out.

Aleister: He answered, “Anyone who divorces his wife and marries another woman commits adultery against her. And if she divorces her husband and marries another man, she commits adultery.”

Revolution heads back to the commentators as they address the feud.

Mauro Renallo: Quite the war of words between these two. God only knows how this is gonna pan out.

Corey Graves: Who cares? I hate them both.

Tom Phillips: Corey. Please.

Revolution heads elsewhere.



Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

As the lights go out, an unfamiliar combination of instrumental sounds is heard over the PA system for several seconds before the titantron screen lights up with an image.



As the crowd reacts, the instrumental building, screaming vocals suddenly come in.

”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW
DOWWWNNNN!”



As the screaming prolongs and the instrumentation picks up, suddenly Vinny appears from the back with a red balloon in one hand and his ax in the other as he heads towards the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the “Horror King”. Vinny...Marseglia!

Vinny steps up onto the apron and releases the balloon as he leans back and seems to take in the fear in the air.



Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he gets ready to bring the horror.

Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...

OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING



"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.

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



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

Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.

Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insult with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggressively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.

Rude: Cut the music! Cut my damn music!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and for the Revolution veterans immediately get into action as both of them walk into the middle of the ring and meet in a tight lock-up, and it turns out that in this situation size does matter as Rick simply continues walking and eventually drives Vinny back first into the corner, they stay locked up for a couple of seconds before the ref decided to break them up and surprisingly, it's a clean break but they give each other death stares as they let go, but before the ref can resume the action Rude swiftly kicks Vinny in the stomach, hooks his head and spikes him into the mat with the DDT! he follows that up by flipping Vinny onto his back and dropping a thicc elbow right on his lungs! he keeps the elbow there for a pin

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Vinny pushes simply Rude's elbow off of him and springs back to his feet, he's brushing off Rude's offense but that doesn't sit well with Rude, he punches Vinny once again, this time it's to the face but Vinny simply absorbs this one, he gives a deranged smile to Rude and tells him to do it again, Rude chuckles, he knew this was going to happen and he's happy to oblige, he punches Vinny one more time but the Horror King again simply absorbs the blow, he raises his finger to tell Rude he has one more chance before he destroys him, Rude simply smirks and goes for another punch but just as the punch is about to land Vinny parries it and unloads with STIFF punch right on the mustache! Rude is stunned and needs a second to find his balance, a second that the Horror King isn't willing to give him, instead he'll give him big dropkick right into the chest! but Rude is still on his feet, dazed and almost knocked out sure, but still on his feet, wait no Vinny just dropped him with a concussion-inducing enziguri!

Corey Graves: Look at this low-life! he has to lie to try and get an advantage over our beloved Intercontinental champion!

Tom Phillips: You do know he's not the Intercontinental champion anymore right?

Corey Graves: Oh shut up! the Ravishing one would use this match as a Rude Awakening for you and all the others who think he's not our rightful champion!

Mauro Ranallo: You know, I really think you should start being less biased towards the NWO, you might get fired.

Corey Graves: You stop being biased against the NWO or else you'll get fired!

While Mauro and Corey are having their little back and forth what's going on inside the ring is really far from it, as Rude was trying to get up Vinny charged the ropes and rebounded off of them to hit him in the side of the head with a dropkick that flips him to his back, Vinny once again charges the ropes and this time he comes back with a jumping elbow drop! the air time caused Vinny's hair to get all over his face and as he slowly gets up he blows it away to reveal a sadistic smile, the type of smile Pennywise would be proud of, Rude is able to see that and it appears that he realized what he got himself into, he begins to crawl away from Vinny but that just gets him more enthusiastic, he likes it when the prey is afraid, he goes over to Rude and before he can do anything Rude positions his feet around Vinny's and drops him face first with a drop toe hold! and before he can recover Rude gets on Vinny's back where he begins to throw wild punches and after warning him the ref starts counting

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Rude doesn't take any chances at getting screwed once again and stops with the onslaught at the 3rd count, while Vinny is recovering Rude has time for his favorite thing in the world: taunting the masses, he starts doing his signature hip swivel and finishes it off rather quickly by throwing his sweat at Vinny and blowing a kiss to a nearby female fan, and it looks like Vinny plans for that to be his last kiss because as he's getting up and Rude approaches him he sends his leg out in a superkick but Rude catches it! Rude has the smuggest smile as he shakes his head but he can't do much as Vinny is holding the rope, Rude sends a hard elbow into Vinny's shin and you can see the pain on his face but he's still holding the rope, the ref tells Rude to let go of Vinny and Rude begins to argue, wasn't the smartest decision because that gives Vinny time to find his footing and jump into the air with an enziguri, which Rude ducks! now that Vinny isn't anchored to the rope anymore Rude drags him into the middle of the ring where he flips him so he's on his back and locks in the figure four leglock!

instead of waving his arms around and screaming as all the rest do, Vinny is silent, he has his head on the mat and the dreadlocks are hiding his face, suddenly we see him slowly extending his arm out in an attempt to reach the ropes but he's too far away so instead he plants his hand on the mat and tries to push himself forward but Rude is too heavy, Rude just watches Vinny's futile attempts and laughs, and just like him in bed his laugh doesn't last long as Vinny is able to move a little bit but a little bit is all he needed to reach the rope, Rude doesn't keep the hold on and instead gets back up to his feet and drags Vinny back to the middle and locks in the hold once again! this time Vinny screams out in pain and instead of trying to reach the ropes he punches Rude! but it doesn't seem to affect him! Rude just eats the blow and starts talking trash to Vinny while wrenching the hold even more! Vinny thinks about tapping for a moment but then he finds the power to deliver another punch, Rude just absorbs it! Vinny has his hand ready to tap but instead of tapping he plants it on the mat and postures himself up he then uses his other hand to grab Rude by the hair and drive his own head into Rude's to finally knock him out and release the hold! the headbutt caused blood to appear on Rude's forehead and that worries the ref, he tells the Horror King to stay back so he could check on the former IC champ and Vinny stumbles into a corner where he tries to recover

Mauro Ranallo: What a skull-shattering headbutt from Marseglia! and good job by the ref stopping the action, I get wanting to just let them fight but his first job is to keep them safe.

Corey Graves: Good job? Mauro are you insane?! Vinny grabbed a handful of Rude's hair there! he should be disqualified!

Tom Phillips: That's probably the only thing that would really keep Rude safe.

The ref waves his arm in front of Rude's face to see if he's able to continue and at first it seems like he can't but just before the ref is about to call it off Rude grabs a hold of his shirts and uses it to get up, the ref is pissed but fuck him, Rude looks at Vinny right in the eyes and with a smirk he tells him to come on, Vinny responds with a smile, he charges Rude and jumps in the air to hit the Jump Scare! Rude is out cold and Vinny is exhausted, he uses the last bits of his energy to flips Rude over and go for the pin

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Bischoff jumped on the apron and is messing with the ref! the ref and Bischoff argue while the crowd continues the count, they manage to reach ten before the ref decides to kick Bischoff out and in return Bischoff kicks his head out!

Mauro Ranallo: What do you know, he wasn't lying about that black belt.

Corey Graves: Of course he wasn't lying, the NWO tells nothing but the truth.

Tom Phillips: Is someone going to check on that ref?

Probably not but we appreciate your concern Tom, with the ref down and Vinny exhausted Bischoff decides to come in and help his Ravishing best bud but not before grabbing a chair from ringside, he plays around with it a little before lifting it up in the air but he can't bring it down! he turns around to see Stone Cold holding the chair with one hand! the crowd explodes in cheers as Bischoff's face turn white and Stone Cold attempts to re-shape his face with punches, eventually dropping Bischoff so Austin could roll him out of the ring and Austin follows to make sure he'll stay there, while all that was happening, Vinny managed to crawl over to the ropes which he uses to pull himself up, he then walks over to Rude and attempts to lift him up but Rude was playing possum and as he gets up he picks Vinny and drops him with a scoop slam! Rude takes a second to catch his breath and then goes over to yell at Austin, from the safe zone of the ring of course, and while he and Stone Cold argue Vinny manages to get back to his feet and lock Rude's head and spin him around with the Dragon Sleeper and finishing it off with the Reverse DDT, the Farewell to flesh! Vinny hooks one leg and with the signature crazy look in his eyes he stares into the hard cam

1....
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3!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... Vinny Marseglia

The bell being sound was like a wake-up call for Bischoff who doesn't really realize where he is and tries to climb back into the ring but Stone Cold is there to deny him that, he picks up Bischoff and talks some mad trash before kicking him hard in the balls and giving him the STIFFEST stunner anyone has ever received but that's not the end of the action, instead of celebrating his hard-fought victory, Vinny stares down at Rude and smiles, he goes over to the corner and grabs his ax, the ref tries to instruct him to stop but Vinny just gives him a look and he flees the ring

Corey Graves: What was that thing you said about keeping them safe Mauro? he should jump on Rude and protect him with his body!!

Vinny slowly walks over to Rude and crouches so we can't see what he's doing and after a few moments he gets up and we see the word SWEENEY carved on Rude's body, the lights flicker and Vinny is gone and EMTs rush down the ramp to assist Bischoff and Rude while Austin simply walks to the back and the fed moves elsewhere



The titantron switches from the specialized UWF Revolution 50 graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O’Reilly, bruised and scraped up from head to toe courtesy the Wargames match he just endured, is sitting up on the side of hospital bed in the makeshift medical tent set up in the arena. Dr. Chris Amann walks over to him.



Doc: Well Kyle, it’s been a week. How are you feeling since your last evaluation?

A violet-carmine goose-egg on his forehead is visibly throbbing. Each pulse twitches the eyelid below it. And speaking of, The Secretary General’s eyes are clearly glazed over. A few of his cuts look to be getting infected and his left arm is a little more crooked than one would describe as usual.

KO’R:Uh… sore.

Doc: Right. I’ll get a juice box. Your blood sugar must be low again.

KO’R: No like… really really sore.

Peering up over his notepad, Dr. Amann nods with supreme understanding.

Doc: Right. Well, contractually speaking, we can’t have you missing any work days this close to Wrestlemania. I’ll tell what! It sounds to me like you need some Z-Packs. I’ll getcha some Z-Packs.

KO’R: What are Z-Packs?

Doc: Haha! Cool question!

Dr. Amann hurries off while Kyle looks on, leaving him and his symptoms alone for a minute. Or so it seems. The camera zooms out, and it revealed that sitting on the bed behind Kyle is none other than El Desperado.

Despy:I don't know what these are but I definitely know that your six-pack is better.

Despy caught Kyle off guard and the Diabetic Dragon doesn't like that, he turns around and karate chops everything around him, breaking some equipment while doing so but it's nothing that a 3 title paycheck can't cover.

KO’R:Who is you? What you doing here?

Is it the concussion slurring his speech, or is Kyle talk with few word cause face hurt bad? Who’s to say. Who’s to say. The Japanese Luchador introduces himself.

Despy:I am El Desperado, but you can call me Despy, we didn't have a lot of interaction so far and that is a shame, you're a treat for the eyes.

KO’R:Sweeney no allows treats, I lost, and what doing you here?

El Desperado schooches just a few inches closer.

Despy:I too got injured in the line of duty last week.

KO’R:Wait, you no wrestle?

Despy: Ah… Sweet Dragon, the stories I could tell you of everything I’ve seen in this life! A life I’ve long wished to share with someone…

Despy reaches over, places a firm but gentle hand on Kyle’s shoulder, and looks him right in the eye.

Despy:Special.

A part of Kyle wants to recoil, and then react with violence. But that trigger-happy instinct is overwhelmed by some chemical flood pumping through his cortex. The fluttering in his heart, the knot in his stomach, and the weakness in his knees are all fascinating, new sensations to the young Canuck, too. He stammers. Stutters. There’s no word for any of it. No possible way to describe -

Doc: Here are those Z-Packs for ya buddy! I got a few other goodies in here for ya too! How about some Oxy? Haha… that word always sounds kinda silly to me. Oxy. Teehee. Anyway, we’ll just…

Injections are hastily given. Pills are force fed.

Doc: And there ya go son! You are one hundred percent set to sports entertain! If anything still hurts, walk it off, or rub some dirt in it, or just sleep on it!

KO’R:Uh… sure thing Doc.

Kyle never stops staring back at Despy as he stands up off the table and stumbles away in some concussed kinda stupor. Despy winks at him before he disappears down the hall, then the Doc approaches him.

Doc: Hey fella! What brings you to the medical tent?

Despy: It’s bad Doc. I’ll need the physical examination… the full physical examination!

Despy licks his masked lips and the production truck crew cuts the feed. Revolution 50 continues elsewhere.


Backstage a camera man and Renee Young are rushing to gorilla to catch G.O.D as they are walking back to their locker room, Tama Tonga stops them as they get near to say something into camera.

Tama Tonga: That right there is how you get it motha fucken done bitches!

Tama puts his arms out like holding a machine gun and mimes shooting it to camera as he walks past, Tanga Loa shouts out "AAAAHHA" and sticks his tounge out as he flexes before Joe marches on with a serious look on his face and Renee stops him.

Renee Young: Joe, Joe, if we could have a moment of your time we just wanted to ask what that assault was all about?



Samoa Joe: About? it was about re-establishing the way of the world, it was about reminding everyone how things work around here again, and it was about pure and simple business. After a hiatus, any other place will have reorientation. So our actions tonight were just a way of allowing everyone to remember their place upon the food chain of this jungle, now that the king of it has awoken from his long hibernation. And that means it is now time for every single member of the roster to wake up, Wake-Up because before they know it they will step upon my territory and will be put to sleep.

Renee Young: So was this supposed to be a message to your three opponents tonight?

Samoa Joe: Yes and no, it was a message sent to the entirety of the roster. Tonight the Best Kept Secrete of the UWF, the Legend known as Chris Jericho, and the Devious Ultramantis Black all stand in the ring with me. It will be chaotic, but it will also not be a proper showing of what we bring. So tonight I will win a match, but it will be because of strategy and timing. But on our first night back, our debut on Revolution, and the inaugural night of us three together in the same arena, what was required was an extra example made for the roster to be properly prepared for what is truly to come.

Renee Young: But why Jimmy and Jey Uso?

Samoa Joe: Jimmy and Jey...is that who it was? fact of the matter is Renee, I told my associates what needed to be done and they chose when to strike. Because it doesn't matter who it is, or when it happens. We are the New reality of this company and part of that reality is unpredictability, because anyone who stands in the way of our goals will be brought down as immediate as their transgressions arise. But that doesn't mean if you keep your head down, if you play nice, and if you don't look for trouble that you'll be safe within the confines of my jungle. Everyone falls in line, E-very-One recognizes their place. And if they are not up to that, if they lack the necessary fortitude to survive, then they simply Won't. I am here to change things, we are here to slap everyone across the face and take everything from them. This is not a flash in the pan scenario, we are not just Happy to be here, we are here to wreck shop. Whether it be Kenny Omega, Whether it be Buddy Murphy, Chris Jericho, or Ultramantis Black, or whether it be The Usos, no one is safe. Don't believe that, keep watching. Because the way of the world is Very, VERY simple Renee. I will continue to do whatever I damn well please, whenever I want to. There's no elaborate explanation, no multi-layered plan, I don't have these unrealistic goals like many people who come down the pipe. My name is Samoa Joe, those two men work for me, and simply put what you see is what you get. And trust me Renee Young, sooner or later every single person on this roster from the top to the very bottom...Is gonna, Get.

Joe snarls and walks off, as Tanga Loa is heard shouting "BELIEVE THAT MOTHA FUCKAAAAS" off camera as they walk away.






Out comes the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the Lionheart, Y2J Chris Jericho, with his usual fireworks display and light-up jacket.

Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!

Jericho heads towards the ring, showered in approval by the audience. The former UWF Champion embraces it, marching down the ramp and flashing a smile to his fans in the front row. Jericho high-fives a kid with a sign featuring Chris's best friend, The Miz, standing next to him, and hands the kid the scarf he was wearing.

Upon entering the ring, Jericho leaves the crowd with one final image before the start of the match.



The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring.

“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”

Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.





"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.

Tony Chimel: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!


Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.



Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for his opponent.



An all too familiar theme blast throughout the arena, The crowd erupt into boos. A few moments as the crowds dislike can be felt in the air, Alexa Bliss makes her way onto the ramp stopping to pose before moving the microphone in her hands closer to her lips...



Alexa Bliss
Thank you thank you, Please shut your mouths and open your eyes because this show is about to become interesting... Welcome the man that everyone wishes they were, The secret is out yet I think some of you idiots in this arena might not realise what they are looking at when they see it. Welcome a future champion Buddy Murphy...



"Elevate" plays throughout the arena as the crowd begin to get unglued. The music riffs continue as Buddy Murphey emerges from the back recieving an astounding ovation from the crowd looking forward to the showcase...



Buddy Murphy's music keeps playing as he rushes out onto the ramp as he plays to the crowd, Murphy has a look of seriousness and determantion. The crowd react positively to the debut of Australia's hottest wrestler. Murphy moves towards the ring with a strutt of confidence, Bliss follows behind cockily mocking the crowd behind Buddy who just ignores it and plays to the crowds cheers...



He stops before running towards the ring at full speed, Murphy in one swift motion slides under the bottom rope and onto the other side of the apron. Before taunting to the crowd yelling "The secret is out". Murphy pops through the ropes before turning to the ramp. Murphy sits up against the rope waiting for his challenge, Buddy shakes his head as Bliss looks on with a smirk of cockiness worn on her face.

DING! DING!

The bell rings and the four men look into the middle of the ring, all ready to see who will make the first move. Joe isn’t too concerned choosing to sit back and allow the rest of them fight it out and leans back into the turnbuckle, Buddy Murphy’s eyes are pacing throughout the ring, Jericho is focused yet clearly not worried while Ultramantis Black’s head is snapping side to side to the rest of the men in the ring.

Joe walks forward and then climbs out of the ring, dusts off his hands, and allows the rest of the men in the ring do whatever they want. Both Buddy Murphy and Chris Jericho see this as an indication to run straight at Ultramantis Black, pummeling him into the corner and laying in the strikes hard into the crazy luchador.

Corey Graves: Unlikely partnerships are made within matches like this, even the most opposite peo-

As Ultramantis Black is seated down in the corner, Buddy Murphy takes a step back to allow Chris Jericho to lay into him, but while Chris’ back is turned he blasts him with a big boot to the back of Chris’ head laying him crashing down into the midsection on Ultramantis Black. Chris repositions himself out of the awkward position into a seated one, and Buddy Murphy gloats to the crowd about how great he truly is.

Tom Phillips: It looks like Samoa Joe doesn’t care about how great Buddy Murphy is, as here he is.

The camera cuts over to Samoa Joe who has now made his way around to the commentary area. He asks for a chair to sit down at, but not with the commentary table as he’d rather not talk to them. He grabs the foldable chair and heads back to the end of the ramp, where he props his chair to sit down at. Buddy Murphy, watching this all happen, stares right at Samoa Joe in this seated position, but Joe signals to carry on.

Mauro Ranallo: Some men in this business work relentlessly while Samoa Joe decides just to have a seat. I don’t know whether to applause or feel disgusted.

Tom Phillips: I’d say an applause would be a reasonable decision.

Buddy Murphy continues on, and ignores Samoa Joe in the vulnerable position. Murphy then runs into the corner and dives for a massive dropkick but Chris Jericho rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Jericho then sweeps up the apron and looks underneath for what he can find underneath the ring. He then grabs a foldable chair straight from underneath the ring.

Jericho then walks around to Samoa Joe’s area, but Joe is way more focused on Buddy Murphy in the ring, preparing the crowd for a big move. Buddy Murphy then runs to the otherside of the ring and then dives up for the Tope Con Hilo, but Samoa Joe moves out of the way, and Chris Jericho squats Buddy Murphy in the head with the chair he got earlier.

Corey Graves: Buddy Murphy will definitely be feeling that one in the morning.

Buddy Murphy collapses in the ring, falling back in. Ultramantis Black in the ring begins to recover in the ring and grabs onto the middle rope. Joe then realises that he’s being chased by Chris Jericho, in walking pace, but chasing nevertheless, Joe begins a jog that becomes a run with Chris Jericho hot on his tail.

Samoa Joe slides into the ring where he continues to run away, but when Chris Jericho gets back in the ring, Ultramantis Black is fully recovered and lands a dropkick smashing Chris’ chair back into his face, and sending him crashing down to the mat. As Chris smacks back against the ring mat, he rolls back out of the ring retreating to the outside to recover on the floor. While running away, Samoa Joe rolls back to the outside, getting away from the two men in the ring.

Corey Graves: I think this is a nice strategy Samoa Joe is playing, if he doesn’t get hurt and stays out of everyone’s way, he’s able to break up counts and pick up the pieces of any over the top damage done by the men in the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: It’s very tedious, but it could pay off well.

Joe then takes another seat and begins to laugh about how easy this strategy is to employ on this matchup and looks into the ring, gesturing to continue once more. Ultramantis Black takes offense to this and gets closer to the ropes to look out on Samoa Joe trying to play this match like a fiddle. Ultramantis Black goes to climb out of the ring, but is stopped by Buddy Murphy who clubs Mantis on the back.

Joe laughs at this, but Murphy quickly is alerted the game that Joe is playing and hits the ropes once more, and then runs to the other side, diving over the top rope for a Tope Con Hilo, but Samoa Joe walks away once more, but this time Chris Jericho isn’t there to squat him out of the air and he dives straight into the set up chair, skidding down the ramp and flattening out the chair entirely.

Tom Phillips: No way is Buddy Murphy getting up from that one, someone check on him! That looked incredibly rough.

Samoa Joe walks back to the broken body of Buddy Murphy and pulls his limp body back up to his feet, and then repositions around and then throws Murphy’s arm over his shoulder, lifts him up and then slams him back down onto the ramp with a powerful STJoe, flattening Murphy out entirely. Joe brushes off his shoulders, as if this is too easy for him.

Ultramantis Black however is recovered from the clubs to the back from Buddy Murphy earlier, and is standing on the apron ready, he then jumps off the apron at Samoa Joe who is approaching him, and then attempts the hurricanrana, but Joe swings him back up into the powerbomb position. Joe then slams Mantis hard against the apron with the powerbomb and continues to walk.

Mauro Ranallo: Even this early into the matchup, Samoa Joe is picking up the scraps and making good use out of them.

Mantis crumbles down to the floor and Joe continues to walk round the ring with his mean intentions. Chris Jericho is the only man who hasn’t suffered by Joe’s hands, and he’s still slightly recovering from the dropkick causing the chair to smack against his face, but Joe grabs him by his neck and throws him straight towards the barricade. Chris bundles up into a lying position in the floor.

Everyone is laid out, Joe has tore completely through everyone. Alexa goes over to Buddy Murphy to help him recover and make sure he’s alright. Samoa Joe then picks up Chris Jericho by his head and throws him under his arm. Joe then grabs the head of Chris Jericho and rolls him onto the apron. Joe then scales up on the apron and then climbs into the ring.

Joe then drags Chris into the ring, and then goes to lift him up to his feet but Chris fires back with a forearm startling Joe back slightly. Joe then goes for a overhand club but Chris moves out of the way and does a low kick to the back of Samoa Joe, hitting Joe down to a knee. Chris then ducks under Samoa Joe’s arm and then lifts him up for a belly to back suplex landing Joe right on his back. Chris then goes over on Joe for the cover.

On-

Joe quickly kicks out of the comeback from his dominance from Chris Jericho, and Chris stays on Joe by quickly grabbing a grounded headlock on Joe. Chris wrenches it in, and then pulls Joe up to his feet. He then lets go of the headlock and grabs an arm to whip Joe into the corner. Joe hits into the corner and Chris runs up on Joe. Chris then whips him to the other side of the ring and while Joe runs, Chris stays on his tail.

Tom Phillips: Over he goes!

As Joe hits into the other corner and Chris lays in a clothesline startling Joe back slightly, but Chris then whips Joe back to the other side of the ring, into the other corner and lays in another clothesline. Chris then grabs the arm and whips Joe to the other side, but Ultramantis Black rolls in on time and while Chris runs to hit another clothesline on Joe, Ultramantis Black lays in a massive dropkick to Chris Jericho sending him crashing down to the mat.

Chris then rolls out of the way and underneath the bottom rope as Ultramantis Black goes to push some offense in on Joe, but Joe fires back and throws Ultramantis Black down to the mat with a massive STJoe out of the corner, repositioning Joe in the field of dominance. Joe then looks up in the air in relief that he’s back in control of the situation.

Mauro Ranallo: Ultramantis Black looked like he was going to get back in control of the situation there, but unfortunately Joe capitalized on this excitement on this high stakes match to position these new and returning stars in the UWF.

Joe then heads over to the other side of Ultramantis Black who’s trying to recover from the situation where he’s pulled the short stick of it all, Joe then pulls up Ultramantis to his feet and then lifts him up in the air to drop him down on his knee for a massive atomic drop making Ultramantis hunch down and protect his crown jewels.

Joe then hits the ropes and returns with a massive big boot to the face of Ultramantis Black sending him crashing down to the mat. Joe then runs up on the side of Ultramantis Black and then dives up in the air and squashes Ultramantis Black down to the mat with a massive senton. Joe then rolls over and hooks the leg.

One…

T-

Buddy Murphy then dives into the ring and forces the pinfall to be broken up. Despite Murphy being able to do this, he clearly doesn’t have a lot in him, as the two devastating incidents with chairs earlier in the match have taken a lot out of him. Joe sits up after being forced to break up this pinfall and turns around and looks at Buddy Murphy in the eye with a lot of disdain.

Murphy then realises this anger from Joe, and tries to scurry up to his feet quickly to get a quick advantage on him. Joe also gets up to his feet and then Murphy goes to swing an overhand club on Joe, but Joe counters it and pushes him out of the way. Joe then hits a knee to the stomach of Murphy. Joe then sends a club to the back of Buddy Murphy. Joe then lays a stomp onto the back of Murphy and looks up to gloat about his power.

Corey Graves: Joe is taking advantage of the vulnerability of these men right here. Prone and possibly unable to rebound from the offence that’s being handed to the-

As Corey goes to hype up Joe, Chris Jericho rolls back into the ring with a chair and wacks Joe straight on top of the dome with it, knocking him down hard to the mat. Chris then lodges the head of Samoa Joe in between the chair and then stomps on the top of it. Joe quickly rolls out of the ring to this amount of damage dealt out to him.

Chris then heads over to the body of Buddy Murphy and goes to grab him by the head to lift him up to his feet, but instead Buddy Murphy reaches up for the cover on Jericho and hooks him into a small package rollup attempt.

One…

Two…

Chris kicks out from two from the pinfall attempt from Buddy Murphy, the two of them both roll out to their knees and back up to their feet. Murphy then swings for a clothesline but Chris Jericho dodges it sending Murphy crashing forward onto the ropes. By this point Ultramantis Black is fully recovered on the apron and hops up for an apron enziguri sending Murphy crashing back into Chris who gains a waistlock on him.

Tom Phillips: Fast paced action here in the later stages of this fatal four way match up guys.

Murphy then throws back an elbow to the head of Chris Jericho sending him startling back slightly. Ultramantis then runs up to the top rope and then jumps of the top with a massive high crossbody on Buddy Murphy knocking him down to the mat. Buddy Murphy holds onto this front hold and rolls back up to his feet with some mean intentions.

Murphy then throws Ultramantis Black’s arm onto his shoulder and positions him onto his front. Murphy then grabs a hold of the head readying for a suplex attempt from him, then lifts him up and drops him hard down to the mat. Ultramantis Black lays flat on the mat and chooses not to roll out of the ring from that big move.

Mauro Ranallo: With a match like this you have to expect people coming at you from all angles and if you don’t have a gameplan to combat that, it’ll be a very tedious job.

Murphy then heads over to Chris Jericho who is slightly stunned from that back elbow earlier. He then throws him outside of the ring through the middle rope. Murphy then heads back over to Ultramantis Black and leads him up to his feet and whips him into the corner. He then stomps over and turns him around, to lift him up facing backwards. He tucks Ultramantis’ head into the turnbuckle and then steps back hyping up the crowd.

Buddy Murphy then strikes a superkick to the head of Ultramantis Black suspended up in the corner, he then ducks underneath the legs of Ultramantis Black and lifts him into a powerbomb position. Murphy then steps forward slightly and wacks him down to the mat with a powerbomb, and lifts him up once move into the position.

Mauro Ranallo: This isn’t going to end well for Ultramantis Black guys.

Murphy then slams Ultramantis Black down to the mat once more hard, and then picks him up again. He then slams him back down to the mat a third time, and pushes his body through and keeps a hold of the arms and does a hard knee lift on Ultramantis Black sending him folding back into his own body. Murphy then grabs Ultramantis Black by the head and lifts him up to his feet.

He then throws his arm over his and then lifts him up, spinning him around and nailing him with Murphy’s Law! Ultramantis Black quickly rolls out of dodge from this and Murphy crashes into the ropes in frustration he couldn’t end the match so soon. Suddenly Murphy gets turned around and Chris Jericho leaps up in the air and nails him with a Codebreaker! Jericho goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Samoa Joe tries to get up to break the pinfall…

Three!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Chris Jericho!

Chris Jericho stands and celebrates his victory, which could be very monumental in his return to cement his place in the company, and potentially his journey back up to the top. Joe sits out of the ring with his head in his hands in pure disappointment he couldn’t get back into this matchup he was playing like a fiddle, and the bodies of Ultramantis Black and Buddy Murphy lay idle.

Corey Graves: Samoa Joe was seconds away from saving this matchup from being awarded to Chris Jericho, but let’s not talk about the ifs, let’s talk about what is happening. Congratulations to Chris Jericho for picking up this big win in this settling matchup for these four amazing superstars.

Alexa Bliss voices her annoyance with Murphy losing this matchup, as she believes she should’ve done something. Chris Jericho then stands closer to the hardcam as it pans in on him in celebration for this fatal 4 way matchup.


The titantron switches from the specialized UWF Revolution 50 graphic to a feed from backstage. The scene is set in the nWo lockerroom, where Larry Sweeney is shown with his feet up on the poker table, a cigar shoved in his mouth, a pile of championship belts stacked haphazardly beside him. Notably absent is the rest of the crew. Mr. Sweet n’ Sour is alone in the typically crowded room. He doesn’t look all that concerned about that though, or his impending title defense against The Miz. The Triple Champ seems content to relax. That is, until the door opens and Kyle O’Reilly walks in. Larry looks up and shouts over at him.

Sweeney: Ha! And just where the hell have you been?!?!

The Secretary General stumbles in, bandaged up from head to toe. He seems dizzy.

K’OR: I was at the company doctor’s office. Desperado there. It was weird. Doc… Doc gave me like twelve Z-Packs and some Oxy… I think. He said I’d be right as rain by -

Kyle stops mid-sentence, throws up in a potted plant, and then continues as though nothing happened.

K’OR: - this time tomorrow.

Sweeney: Well ya better reevaluate that schedule, pal. We’ve got a big match tonight! It’s me and The Miz, one-on-one all over again! That moronic chump thinks Wargames gave him some kinda right to call me out, huh? Well we’ll show him! I bet you can’t wait to get your mits on him, ain’t that right?

The Diabetic Dragon looks down at his hands. To him, they’re fuzzy blurs. It’s probably a concussion. There’s no time to address that, though, as Edge and Lita promptly enter the room, Edge looking worse for wear as he holds his neck with his hair all over the place. Lita quickly sits him down as Sweeney and Kyle look on. Edge puts his head down and holds his face.

Lita: What happened out there? Edge? Edge!

Edge flicked his head up, his eyes red and his face drenched with sweat as he starts untaping his wrists, shaking his head in disappointment, looking at Sweeney.

Edge: He wanted out. Christian, he was telling me his big plan for us to get out of the nWo. Us, as in me and him. Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc. wasn’t his priority. I swear, Larry. He was delusional, he was even thinking of going to Stone Cold’s side, stupid son of a bitch.

Edge throws off the old tape and goes for the other, leaning back in his chair and biting off a piece of the tape now.

Edge: I had to make the choice for us all. He’s got cold feet. That’s 20 years down the drain, over this. THIS!

Edge is about to stand up, but he forces himself to stay, throwing off the last bit of tape, as Lita takes his hand to calm him, with the two looking at each other, before Lita plants a kiss on his head. Lita looks at Sweeney with an apologetic expression.

Lita: Well… we’re still with you Sweeney. You all were good to Christian, that’s no one’s fault but his own. I don’t see him coming back after that attack either. We’ve, we’ve got this. I’m just hoping Eric and Rude understand what ha-

SLAM!

The door to the lockerroom almost comes off the hinges as it swings open. Rick Rude storms into the room with Bischoff rushing behind him pleading with him to calm down. Rick takes one look at Sweeney and goes even further off the deep end.

Rude: Well, I’m glad to fucking see you’re here taking it easy! Where the hell were any of you at Wargames? Were you all too busy worrying about your own asses to worry about my Intercontinental title? Or was that whole “keeping all of the belts in the family” just blowing smoke up everyone’s asses?

Sweeney: Hey, I--

Rude: I’m not fucking finished. It’s clear to see that all that comradery bullshit was just that, bullshit. Kev and Scott aren’t here for me to let them have their fair share of this, but don’t you worry, they’ve got it coming too.

Rude looks over to Edge and Lita. Edge’s eyes, tired and now just getting their color back, meet Rude’s.

Rude: And before either of you bring it up, no, I didn’t have your backs in your matches because maybe I wanted you to see how it felt being left out there all on your own. Austin throws out a little bit of bait and all of a sudden everybody gets all power hungry trying to prove themselves and keep their heads up their own asses. What happened to our big plan? What happened to us sticking together no matter what? Has that all gone to shit now?

Rude is breathing heavily, still furious. Edge turns his head to the side, shaking his head in annoyance. Larry tosses his cigar in that same potted plant and stands up to get face to face with Rude. He tries to calm him down with a friendly hand on the back.

Sweeney: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaaaaaa now Rick! It’s not that way! That that way at all buddy! You’ve got it all mixed up. Look… as the Leader of the New World Order lemme just say that -

Bischoff: Guys, let’s just-

Rude: Leader? Did you just say, leader? Since when did we appoint anyone to the mantle of leader? I know I didn’t cast a vote. What happened to the all for one, one for all mentality? What happened to having loyalty for each other, or are we at the point where you guys are going to only be loyal to yourselves?

Bischoff: Come on, guys--

Edge: TO OURSELVES?

Edge stands up and kicks his chair back, shoving Rude back by the shoulder. Lita quickly swipes in between to put her arms in the middle too seperate them.

Lita: Edge! Settle down! Don’t start fig-

Edge: Did you see what happened out there? I cut out the weak link, DEAD WEIGHT, 20 years worth of it! And you wanna talk about us being unloyal? That’s RICH, Rude, real RICH. And now you wanna get pissy about who’s the “leader” here? I’ve got half a mind to do some more nWo spring cleaning if you point anot-

Bischoff: GUYS! Let’s all just calm down! Ok?! THIS is what Austin wants. This is what everyone that isn’t nWo wants. They want us to fall apart at the seams. So what if we had a few losses, it’s our first few losses. What matters is how we bounce back. Rick, you held that Intercontinental title longer than anyone has before. Edge, you’ve got it figured out for what your weak link was. Scott and Big Kev have the tag titles, Sweeney still has his World title...we’ve still got a few things going for us. Edge can go after the Television title and capture that up for us. Rick, after Sweeney takes care of Vinny at Wrestlemania, there’s going to need to be a new number one contender, and hey, with Rude vs Sweeney, the belt stays in the nWo.

Sweeney defensively stands in front of his title as he sees Rude eyeballing it. Lita’s already brought Edge back to reality and eased him and Rude away from one another.

Bischoff: When you’re nWo, you’re nWo for life, right guys?

All: For life..

The sentiment isn’t as strong as it has been before, but they all throw up the classic hand gesture as the action continues elsewhere.


Without any warning or music, the face of BROKEN Matt Hardy’s smiling face appears on the big screen, beaming out to everyone in attendance.

“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: REVOLUTION NUMBER FIFTY......YOU KNEW I’D COME! Yeasssss!

The crowd pop and join in with Hardy before settling back down to see what the ‘Broken one’ has in store this evening.


“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: Now when I returned I made it known that I was here to stay this time and I was NEVAH leaving again. The road to WRESTLEMANIA is a long and utterly WONDERFUL for all those who are lucky enough to be involved. I am here to let all of my BROKEN WARRIORS know that their general in the GREAT WAR will be leading from the front in the attack to PROCURE PROCURE PROCURE the illusive GOLDEN CHAMPIONSHIP! Which one you may ask? Well, that’s a question for another time, just know that come Wrestlemania, BROKEN MATT HARDY will enter a championship bout and leave TRANSCENDED and the proud owner of the soon to be called THE BROKEN CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE MULTIVERSE! Yeassss! All those who stand in my way will be.....DELETED!



The crowd join Hardy in a loud ‘DELETE’ chant as Hardy looks on approvingly before raising his hands, beckoning to the audience that he wasn’t finished.

“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: As you can tell, Once again I am not scheduled to complete this evening in the biggest show in Revolution history to date. This makes BROKEN Matt Hardy feel very UPSET and DISHEARTENED! NEVAH fear though as I have decided to appear to you all instead with my latest instalment of BROKEN MATT HARDY’S: WOKEN WORD OF THE WEEK! Yeassss

Today’s word is...PREPOSSESSING! It is an ADJECTIVE and it means something is ATTRACTIVE or APPEALING in appearance. Let me now put this word into a sentence for you to give it some CONTEXT! The way BROKEN MATT HARDY will look standing with his arm raised after PROCURING gold at Wrestlemania will truly PREPOSSESSING! Yeassssss!

Hardy grins once more at the camera before the screen fades to black.




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 212 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 gets into the ring and warms up in the corner.

The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron.



The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window. 



Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.

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



He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. Before the next man enters, he takes off his championship belt and hands it to an official outside.


DING! DING! DING!

Mauro Ranallo: Let's get this match up underway!

Black and Sami Zayn stare each other down. Both men eye each other up, trying to get a feel for what the match they're about to get into. Black offers to lock-up with Sami; his opponent is weary, but begins to slowly lock hands with Black. As Black and Sami lock the first hands, Black hits a knee to the abdomen of Sami. Refusing to let go, Black then pulls him into a big high knee!

Mauro Ranallo: Black going on the offensive with some trickery. Black already has the advantage from the nWo laid on Sami, you can at least show some respect!

Corey Graves: This isn't a match of respect. This is a title match and Black is going to want to keep his Television championship.

Sami falls hard and his head bounces off the mat from the impact. Sami holds his head in pain, but doesn't have long to wallow in his pain, because Black comes in and begins stomping on the head of Sami. Sami is covering his head with his hands to soften the blow as Black finally gets bored.

He then goes for multiple knee drops onto the head of Zayn. On the third knee, Sami rolls out of the way and out of the ring causing Black to hold his leg in brief pain.

Tom Phillips: This is very well what Sami Zayn needs to get back into this.

As Sami is getting back up, Black takes the chance to go for a over the top rope move, but as Sami is bracing for the move, Black jumps off the second rope and does a backflip into his signature sit down taunt.

Mauro Ranallo: WOAH HO HO! Black egging on his opponent with raw athleticism.

Black, playing mind games, just stares at Sami egging him to come back in. Sami, a bit slow, starts to get on the apron. Black is still waiting and once Sami gets back in, Black gets up. Sami thumbs his nose like Jackie Chan and begins bouncing up and down in a fighting stance. Both men are waiting for the other to make a move, but sick of waiting, Sami goes for running clothesline! Black ducks and as Sami rebounds the ropes, Black goes for the Black Mass! Sami falls back avoiding the move in shock.

Black just stares at Sami, unamused. Sami gets up and this time Black comes in for a running knee, Sami moves out the way and when Black turns around to face Sami, Sami is there with a kick to Black's gut. He then grabs Black's wrist and sends him into the corner.

Tom Phillips: Zayn whips Black into the corner! This is Zayn's chance to takeover!

Zayn goes over to Black and hits him with a few chops. The crowd "WOO" with each chop. After the third one, Sami lifts Black up onto the top turnbuckle. He then begins to climb it himself and jumps onto Black's shoulders looking for a hurricanrana.

Mauro Ranallo: Zayn may be looking to send Black crashing with a huge hurricanrana… Wait, wait, wait! Look at this!

Look at this indeed, because as Zayn went for the Rana, Black refused to go down and clung his feet onto the ropes and Zayn falls lonesome. As Zayn gets up, Black goes for a Meteora, but Zayn ducks and runs into the corner. Black lands on his knees, but rolls through and walks right into exploder suplex into the corner! Sami pounds the ground in excitement and pain (from the nWo beating he received earlier in the night) as he gets up. He works up the crowd as he begins looking to string some moves.

As Black begins to get up into the corner, he sees Sami run at him and quickly drops and rolls out of the ring. Sami facepalms as he knew that could've been it. Sami rolls out on the opposite side of the ring and begins eyeing Black. As Black is getting up and facing Sami, Sami comes running and goes for a suicide dive tornado DDT through the turnbuckle, but Black has it scouted and catches him with a knee. Sami faceplants hard.

Corey Graves: There you go, Black. Send the "Underdog from the Underground" back to the underground!

Black quickly takes advantage and rolls Sami into the ring. Black follows suit as Sami works his way to his feet; Black runs past Zayn and jumps off the second rope and hits a springboard moonsault. Black covers!

ONE!

TWO-

KICKOUT AT TWO!

Black looking aggravated as he was one second away from retaining his title. He gets up and lifts Sami up onto his feet. Sami is groggily telling Black to give him his best shot. Black, with a face a fury, hits a combination of strikes. Sidekick to the side of Sami, big forearm to Zayn's head, knee to the gut, spinning back fist and finishes it off with a roundhouse kick!

Mauro Ranallo: This is it, Black Out! Those fury of strikes may be it for Zayn.

Zayn drops to all fours as Black looks to finish it. He lifts Sami with his foot setting up for the Black Mass! But as Black goes for it, Zayn ducks underneath and lifts Black up with a Blue Thunderbomb and he goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!

Mauro Ranallo: OHMYGAWD! WHAT DOES SAMI HAVE TO DO TO PUT AWAY ALEISTER BLACK?

Corey Graves: Nothing. He should just accept his lost right now.

Sami is exhausted and can't believe that wasn't it. He doesn't hesitate too long as he gets Black up and whips him into the ropes and as Black rebounds off, Sami hits a calf kick. Black falls hard onto the mat and Sami follows up with a standing moonsault! Zayn covers!

ONE!

TWO-

KICKOUT AT TWO!

Sami is quick to get Black back up to his feet. Sami wants this title and he's willing to do it all. He sends Black out of the ring and runs the rope to hits a diving Tope Con Hilo on Aleister. The crowd pop as Sami gets up holding his side in pain. He rolls Black back into the ring and as he tries to get in, the adrenaline begins to wear off and the pain from earlier tonight begins to take effect. He sneers in pain, but he gets back in the ring himself where Black hits him with a Ripcord Kitchen Sink.

Tom Phillips: It seems to me, the attack from the nWo from earlier tonight is starting to kick back in on Zayn. This may be the beginning of the end.

Zayn rolls through into the corner. Black comes running looking to hit a high knee, but catches nothing but the turnbuckle because Zayn ducked out.

Zayn exhaustively runs into the opposite corner before running at Black looking for the Helluva Kick!

NO! Just as Sami was lifting his leg in the air, Black hits a Black Mass out of nowhere! Sami falls towards the center of the ring as Black scrambles for the cover to regain his championship!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING! HERE'S YOUR WINNERS AND STILL YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION… ALEISTER BLACK!



Mauro Ranallo: Good effort by Zayn, as he came just fingertips to becoming the new Television champion, but the attack from the nWo is what held Sami back from going 100% in this match tonight. You must believe Sami is going to try and get his comeuppance on the nWo, Corey.

Corey Graves: If he does, he's stupid. Just accept the fact you lost and you can't beat the nWo alone, Sami.

Tom Phillips: Maybe he won't be alone, Corey...

As commentary rambles on, Black celebrates in the middle of the ring holding his title in the air for all to see; Sami sits in the corner to recoup, disappointed he lost. Revolution rolls on!



The titantron fades into a "last week interview" with a UWF exclusive logo that appears. The main event has just ended and the Velveteen Dream is seen trying to walk out of the building to go to his hotel for a good night's sleep after winning the Intercontinental title. An interviewer quickly comes up to him to talk to him.

Interviewer: Velveteen Dream, we have just found out you'll be facing Kaval on the fiftieth episode of Revolution; a treat for team Austin after beating the nWo tonight is they're all awarded title shots next week how do you feel about this?

The Dream thinks before he speaks, still a bit exhausted from his match, but he quickly replies.

Velveteen Dream: Well firstly, congrats to Team Austin. They won their match and ensured to keep Austin's job here at Revolution. Now as to Kaval, he's a good wrestler, trust me, especially since this isn't our first altercation. Our last match, the Dream won. And no offense to him, but the Dream beat Sweeney and Rude back to back. The Dream is the king of the world right now, so what are the chances he's going to beat the Velveteen Dream Experience this time?

The interviewer goes to answer, but the Dream hushes him up.



Velveteen Dream: It was a rhetorical question. We both improved and got better since the last time, but if the veteran couldn't beat the Velveteen Dream before, the Dream surely doubts he'll beat me next week. As for this title itself, the Dream plans on having a long and lengthy reign with this title. Bringing the prestige back to this title, the title Rude so carelessly held. The Dream is going to be a fighting champion and make this belt the unofficial main title that every aims for. So while Vinny and… Wait, you said everyone's getting a title shot next week who beat Team Austin? Who's Sweeney's opponent?

Interviewer: The Miz.

The Dream smirks as he shakes his head.

Velveteen Dream: Sweeney vs the Miz. Well, so while Miz or Sweeney faces Vinny at Mania for the UWF championship, the Velveteen Dream will be defending the real championship: the Intercontinental championship. I dare for management to line up my next set of challengers, because the Dream will knock them all down and once again show to the world why the Velveteen Dream is the best wrestler in this company. The Velveteen Dream won't back down from any challenges. So give me your best shot.

The Dream chuckles.

Interviewer: Dream, actually, next week EC3 returns to Revolution. We know a common theme for you was saying EC3 is holding you back. Any thoughts?

Velveteen Dream: Welcome back, EC3.

The Dream said with a slight smirk. He then looks directly at the camera and whispers:

DREAM OVER!

The Dream walks off as the scene fades out and Revolution rolls on.


Revolution 50 takes a break from the in-ring action and gives you something even more terrifying, it's Minoru Suzuki, standing backstage and staring into your soul



Last week Sweeney was where I wanted him to be but he managed to escape with the help of the rat Neville, the hunt after him continues but first, I will end the rotten tumor that is the Black Rose.

Suzuki slaps the camera away, breaking it in the process, and walks away, the broken shot of the camera stays on for a moment before the technicians manage to get it back to Revolution 50


TEST YOUR MIGHT! MORTAL KOMBAT!

The ever so popular theme hits and Low Ki comes out in a suit, no nonsense walking to the Ring Flanked by Grado and the Boar. Once in the ring Ki calls Boar and Grado and they do a group pose, before the two exit the ring, and Ki just rests in the corner.

Annoucer: “Being accompanied by The Proletariat Boar and Grado, he is the World Warrior Low Ki!”


YOW!



Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate.

Tony Chimel: Making his way from Capitol City, Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, he is your Prime Time champion, "the Experience," the Velveteen Dream!



Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.



Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground



Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.



He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.




DING! DING! DING!


Dream puts his hand up to stop for a second as Dream sends out both arms as he spins around, Kaval looks visibly annoyed at this he shakes it off as both men lock up, Dream turns the lockup into a headlock as he squeezes on the head before sending Kaval into the mat with a take down keeping the headlock in, Kaval pulls his head up through the arms as he kips up to his feet, Dream quickly reacts turning to Kaval. They stare at each other as Dream yet again looks him up as he shouts "You're not on the Dreams Level", Kaval wildly swings as Velveteen ducks lifting him up before planting him hard into the canvas with a spine buster....

Tom Phillips: "Dreams arrogance is unreal, He has beaten Kaval once and he obviously thinks he has what it takes to put him down again..."

Corey Graves: "When you're the champ you can afford to be Tom..."

Dream lays down next to Kaval who is feeling his abdomen, Dream places his hand below his head as he taunts Kaval who doesn't look pleased, Dream gets to his feet as he taunts to the crowd overly cocky. Dream lifts Kaval to his feet before placing his arms around the chest of Kaval, With impressive strength Dream lifts Kaval off his feet as he begins to tighten his grip, The air from Kavals lung begins escaping as Dream cinches locks the hold by holding his wrist pulling back causing more exertion on the lungs of Kaval, Kaval begins to fade as dream releases the grip as Kaval falls hard into the canvas, Dream lifts Kaval from the ground onto his shoulders as he taunts to the crowd with the challenger on his shoulders. Dream cartwheels slamming Kaval into the canvas as he lands on his feet where he taunts straight to Kaval...

Corey Graves: "Dream hitting the Dream Driver on early this match isn't going well for Kaval, Dream taking his time to play with Kaval"

Dream sends down a few boots to the abdomen of Kaval with each strike Dream begins to stomp more exaggeratedly with each stomp, Dream begins to swirl his hand around before cupping it around his ear to hear the crowd cheer, He proceeds to go to the otherside of the ring and do it all over again, The crowd begins to cheer loudly, Dream runs to the ropes as he rebounds he jumps up letting both legs drop in front of him, Kaval moves out of the way last second, Dream lands on his ass as Kaval gets to his feet, With no wasted motion Kaval swings his boot into the jaw of Dream who was just sitting there holding his rear...

Tom Phillips: "Sudden kick to the head of Dream who didn't see it coming, Dream too busy showboating..."

Kaval get's to his feet looking annoyed, The referee is in his way as he pushes the referee to the side before grabbing the arm of Dream who is stirring on the canvas, Kaval lifts up Dream off the canvas keeping his upper torso off the canvas, Kaval looks down with no remorse as he sends down the first stomp, Dream falls back limp Kaval keeping him off the canvas as he sends down another boot to the temple again. Kaval looks around as the crowds support seems to fade as he begins sending down a flurry of boots spiking off the temple, The crowd begin to turn on Kaval who stops for a moment looking down at the defenseless Dream, Kaval winds back one final boot before striking it down into the temple releasing the hold as it connects, Dreams face sandwiched between the boot of Kaval and the canvas...

Tom Phillips: "Kaval is taking this too far, The vicious assault to the temple of Dream, Kaval looks out of control the constant taunting from Dream seems to be getting under the skin of Kaval..."

Corey Graves: "Tom maybe if Kaval was like this all the time I'd be able to be in the same room as him for five minutes!"

Dream looks lost as he tries to get up, Dream is unable to find the ropes or anything to assist him, Dream falls back to the canvas as Kaval smells blood as he moves around the wounded champ. Kaval

Dream attempts a hard chop to the chest of Kaval steps back avoiding the chop, Kaval strikes back with a kick onto the sternum, Staggering a little on his feet he moves forwards before striking with a hard chop to the chest, Kaval falls back into the ropes. Kaval notices Dream charging towards him before using his arm to redirect him over the ropes, The Dream lands on the apron feet first, Dream strikes Kaval with an elbow to the jaw of Kaval, Velveteen leans over the rope lifting Kaval who staggers back into the arm of Dream who lifts him up onto his shoulders. Dream takes a moment as he looks to the down below, He takes a few moments to adjust Kaval on his shoulders...

Tom Phillips: "The Velveteen Dream looks to be going for an avalanche Dream Driver off the apron, If he hits this I am not sure if it's wise to do so..."

Mauro Ranallo: "He is moving into position, saying his prayers and is about to jump... I can't look..."

He begins to send Kaval over before his legs get caught on the top rope. Kaval pushes himself off the shoulders over the rope into the ring, Dream turns around before leaning into the rope, He extends both his hands leaning his face forward, Kaval not impressed spins around sending his boot upwards, The boot spikes off the jaw, Dream is sent flying off the rope right on the back of his shoulders....

Mauro Ranallo: "MAMA MIA, Velveteen isn't moving the force of landing head first into ringside seems to have knocked him out cold!"

Tom Phillips: "Dream landed right on the back of his head, Maybe that kick to the temple of Dream is what put him in Dreamland Mauro, Either way Kaval needs to get Dream into the ring to win this...."

Kaval rolls out of the ring as he pulls on the strands of Dream's hair, Kaval has Dream on his knees as he grabs his back, Kaval looks to the ring post as he begins to move towards it with the carcass of Dream in tow. Kaval goes to pull his head back as he does Dream springs to life diving into the rib cage of Kaval pushing his back right into the post, Kaval releases the hold as he holds his chest. Dream staggers to his feet as Kaval falls to his knees, Dream defiantly taunts right in the face of Kaval, Dream winds back his hand before slapping Kaval right in the cheek...

Tom Phillips: "Dream is still trying to make Kaval snap, I don't think this will end up well"

ONE!

Kaval is giving Dream a death stare like never seen from Kaval, Dream begins to put his hands up realizing the error of his ways, Dream begins to back up as he looks to his belt, Dream rushes to his belt as Kavals anger steadily builds...

TWO!

THREE!

Dream gets a hold of his belt as he moves around into the time keepers area, Dream cockily decides to taunt towards Kaval who just staggered to his feet, Dream has no time to react.

Corey Graves: "Velveteen being smart here why fight with this ape when he has Champions Advantage...."

Tom Phillips: "Corey if Dream was smart he wouldn't be taunting the "Ape" as you like to call it, Kaval hasn't been in the mood to be playing tonight..."

FOUR!

Kaval runs as fast as he can towards the corner of the time keepers area, The ring announcer moves out of the way off their seat as Kaval jumps onto the chair using it to launch himself over the barricade, Kaval sends out both boots mid air, Both boots connect to the chest of Dream shotgunning him into the barricade between the crowd and the two men, Kaval narrowly misses landing on the bell as he lands right on his back hard, Dream's back is spiked off the barricade as Dream releases the championship sending it flying right into the face of a member of the audience, Dream slumps down not moving a muscle...

Mauro Ranallo: "MAMA MIA! Dream just hit the fan in the face with the belt unintentionally. Kaval with no respect for anyone who happened to be in the blast zone!"

FIVE!

SIX!

Kaval slowly get's to his feet feeling his chest and abdomen, Kaval attempts to lift Dream by his hair but his sides give out forcing him to release his hold on Dream, Kaval places both arms around the chest of Dream attempting to lift him to his feet, Kaval has trouble as he slowly pulls the limp body towards the barricade between the time keepers area and ringside, Kaval tries to lift Dream over but is unable to...

SEVEN!

Kaval leans what he can of Dream over the barricade as he begins attempting to push him over from below, He slowly makes progress...

Tom Phillips: "We are going to have a double countout, Kaval really wants this championship around his waist..."

EIGHT!

NINE!

Kaval finally get's Dream over to ringside but he notices the referees count still holding his abdomen he tries one last time as Dreams corpse into the ring, Dreams body slumps to the floor Kaval having no other choice rolls into the ring just as the referee raises his hand for the last time...

TEN!


DING! DING! DING!

Toney  Chimel: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY COUNTOUT, LOW KI and STILL---"

"And still your UWF Intercontinental Champion, The Velveteen Dream"

Dream taunts to Kaval as he throws the microphone back to Chimel, Kaval looks angrily towards Dream...



Kaval relunctly celebrates as he looks to Dream who snatches the belt from the crowd member who was smacked accidentally with it earlier, The guy has a split lip but still seems to be enjoying the show, Dream clutches the belt close to his chest as Kaval celebrates with the win but not the championship. Kaval the referee raises his hand in victory as the show moves on...


Revolution fades into your favorite UWF superstars and highlights! From Jimmy Jacobs stabbing Kevin Steen with a screwdriver to Larry Sweeney becoming UWF Undisputed champion. A narrator begins speaking over these highlights:

Narrator: The UWF has had insane moments! From Jimmy Jacobs receiving an axe thanks to Vinny Marseglia to



Triple H delivering a Pedigree to Daniel Bryan.

Narrator: These UWF superstars have all made history that will be a testament to time, but as groundbreaking history is made throughout the years, there's been a severe lack of...

The clips really highlight the brutality and the negativity of the wrestlers. The blood and gore, the hurtful words, the nWo being bullies.



A quick graphic of positivity grows quickly on the screen. Bright colors that are used to catch the attention of the audience.

Narrator: So much negativity and sadistic evils from the likes of Larry Sweeney, Vinny Marseglia, Adrian Neville, Suzuki and more. Someone needs to bring back some happiness and make the UWF stop being booty!, but WHO? can do that?

The screen cuts to three cheerful men! They're chanting “Who? Who? Who?” Before cutting to a graphic that says “NEW DAY COMING SOON!” It then cuts to a clip of Xavier Woods with his two other companions on the ramp for a previous company

Xavier Woods: Ya bois, the…



All three:

NEW DAY!

It transitions to the New Day dancing down towards the screen in a magical fantasy land. The crowd starting chanting “New Day Rocks! New Day Rocks!” As they know these guys from other wrestling promotions. Xavier Woods, Kofi Kingston and Big E to the UWF! Soon…

The vignette fades out and Revolution rolls on to continue the show.


The scene opens to see a well built house in the countryside of Maryland. There are some trees, some nice bushes and a daunting black door on the front of the house. The curtains are drawn, showing this person clearly values their time at home.



The camera then pans to Nigel McGuinness getting out of his car. He stands with the door half open looking at the house in front of him. He then walks forward slightly and shuts the door behind him. He locks his car with a press of the button on his car keyring. He then takes a 180 degree turn and begins to walk slowly down to the house. He looks around, everything is peaceful. Everything is in peace.

He eventually makes it up to the doorstep. He looks side to side as if he really doesn’t want to do this, but he clenches his fist and knocks twice on the door. He then stands there idly waiting from a response from the person inside of the house. The door opens and Adrian Neville stands still in the way of the door. He then turns away into his living room, leading Nigel in too. Nigel closes the door behind him on the way in.

Adrian Neville: So… why did you choose to come here after such a horrendous event happened at Wargames?

Nigel McGuinness: Well, I came to talk. About that- and a couple of other things… I’ve been putting in a lot of work Adrian, work that I’m not getting a mere hint of gratitude from you. Work that’s ensuring that the higher ups don’t get rid of you-

Adrian Neville: You came here to complain about how I’m not doing enough for you? Would you complain if you were out on the street, homeless, and nobody cared about you? Of course you would. If anything, you better make sure I stay employed, or you’ll be in that position.

Nigel McGuinness: I… I wasn’t complaining. It’s just that I hardly see you backstage, I hardly have enough of time to discuss strategy with you, I hardly have enough time to even talk to you.

Adrian Neville: Hardly means that you still do. So what’s the problem?

Neville gets up from his chair and heads out to the kitchen. He clicks down the button on his kettle, and two cups clash onto the worktop.

Nigel McGuinness: We could be successful Adrian, we could be the faces of UWF right now if we had more time to think, more time to-

Adrian Neville: How many sugars?

Nigel McGuinness: Two sugars- wait are you even listening to me? Y’know what, forget it. We have time now to talk. We have time now to think of how to rebound.

Neville opens a drawer and pulls out a teaspoon, and begins to shovel some sugar into the empty cups, one sugar for him, two sugars for Nigel as asked by from him. He continues to speak while preparing the tea.

Adrian Neville: Yes, yes. That is very true. We’ll be reasonable and talk about it. Besides, we have some time considering the higher ups over at the UWF decided not to put them on their programming this week. Like I care, the more time I sit back with a cuppa and watch those buffoons struggle around their egos is time I enjoy. A digestive?

Nigel McGuinness: Sure, why not.

Neville opens up a tin and takes out a digestive biscuit out of it. He then pours the milk into the tea, to make the cup complete with the perfect blend of tea, hot water and milk. He then grabs both cups in one hand, and balances it well enough to carry out. He then takes the biscuit and hands it over to Nigel, and then passes the cup into the empty hand and then over to Nigel. Neville then takes a seat sipping into his tea while looking up slightly.

Adrian Neville: So, with this communications thing. How do you plan to organise that?

Nigel McGuinness: I don’t know, maybe talking to me once and a while could help. It’s just been like I’ve been hitting my head against a brick wall trying to work with you.

Adrian Neville: Are you implying I’m hard to work with?

Nigel McGuinness: No- no. It’s not that. I just… don’t know. I thought trying to get my thoughts out would help, but I don’t know what thoughts I should share.

Adrian Neville: If we’re partners that means we share everything with each other. No secrets, unless if you are going behind my back and making me seem like a mug, are you?

Nigel McGuinness: No, I’d never do a thing like that. No matter what I’ve done in and around the UWF I’ve stayed loyal, working for whoever would have me. I wouldn’t have any reason to betray someone.

Adrian Neville: Tell that to Marty.



Nigel dips his digestive biscuit in his tea and then takes a bite out of it. He looks back up, digesting what Neville has just told him.

Nigel McGuinness: He disassociated with me, I had to move onto better things. It’s not the same thing. I stayed loyal for him for a year, and then he left me for the Velveteen Dream. Let alone when I had to put up with that hack Daniel Bryan. We’re good now aren’t we?

Adrian Neville: Well, it really depends on what you see as good. As you’ll work for me fine? Of course. Whether I trust you or not, that’s a whole different question. Now, finish up your tea and get the fuck out of my house.

Nigel McGuinness: We were just-

Adrian Neville: Did I tell you to speak? Drink that and go.

Nigel downs the tea and then heads out to the kitchen to put it by his sink. He then walks past Neville, not even bothering to say bye, and leaves his house. With tensions this high, how can things stay well between the two of them?



DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UWF Championship! Introducing the challenger...

The lights in the arena dim down to near darkness, the movie preview screen flashing on the titantron once more, with the words a tad different from what is normal.

"pay homage to the TRUE king of the UWF...KINNNNGGGGG…AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!"



Just like that, the titantron kicks back to life with "The Man" playing, the fans still booing him, but as said before, there is a solid vocal section who cheer him on, and it seems to have only grown from when the music hit. Miz steps onto "his" stage, and after a full 360 degree spin, he outstretches one arm, index and middle fingers pointing together right at a lucky fan in the nosebleeds.



Tony Chimel: From Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds. He is the “True King of the UWF”, The Miz!

Now, it isn't all supportive for The Miz, as there are still the very vocal who boo him, but it at least seems as though there are some in the crowd who genuinely believe in his chances tonight, but nobody more than The Miz, who walks down the ramp with poise and confidence in each step, especially as he takes the steel steps one-by-one in order to get into the ring. He then gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the champion...




White noise gives way to the slithering funk groove while the infamous three letters light up the titantron. It's not two seconds before the UWF Universe is on their feet, booing their little faces off. The song, the hate, it's nothing new - just business as usual as Larry Sweeney walks out on to the stage. The man with four titles who they still call the Triple Champ is actually just sporting one belt tonight - the Undisputed UWF Championship, spray-painting with n.W.o. right on the big gold plate. Notably absent is the Secretary General, Kyle O'Reilly. But does Sweeney seem bothered? Not in the slightest. Mr. Twelve Large just carries on down the ramp, sauntering with a devil-may-care grin plastered across his gorgeous mug.

Tony Chimel: From Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at Championship Weight. Larry...Sweeney!

Ignoring so rather vehement heckling as he passes by, Larry scales the steel steps, climbs through the ropes and walks to the center of his squared circle. The spotlight shines down on him and just for him and he's at his most content when he's basking in. While the heat from the people only picks up steam, Sweeney's self-congratulatory moment of reflection is absolutely immune to any and all comments and criticisms from the jabronie peanut gallery. Once he's finally had his fill of himself, or at least enough for now, he gets ready to do what he came out there to do.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Miz and Sweeney look at each other, Miz with a look of intensity and Sweeney with a cocky smile that says the title’s already retained. Sweeney turns to the crowd and throws up both arms, the “Two Sweet” sign made with one hand and three fingers being held up on the other hand as they react with mostly boos. He drops his arms and turns to face Miz again, shrugging in a way that non-verbally communicates, ”Ah, what do these shmucks know?”

Miz smirks at this and puts a finger up, signaling for him to wait a moment, as he now turns to the crowd, bowing before standing up, throwing his arms out to each side and saying, in unison with some of the fan base, ”AAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!”. The support is audible, but the booing is there as well. As he turns to face Sweeney, a big smile on his face at showing him up, Larry’s there with a cheap shot as he decks him right in the mouth.

Miz staggers back against the ropes nearest the stage as Larry follows up with a low punch thrown underhanded right to the stomach. As Miz hunches over from the punch, Sweeney throws a few more quick punches simultaneously with both hands on the head and upper back before stepping to the side, throwing his arm around Miz and taking off running towards the opposite ropes, guiding Miz every step of the way. Once near the opposite ropes, Larry throws Miz over the top rope but Miz manages to grab the rope with both hands and swing around so that he remains on the apron.

Sweeney throws a punch but Miz leans back and rocks his head back as well to avoid the punch, then leans back forward quickly, catching Sweeney with a forceful headbutt. The defending champ holds his head and woozily takes a few steps backward as Miz leaps up onto the rope and then off towards Larry, connecting with a Miz-ile Dropkick.

Tom Phillips: Well it looked like getting caught up in the showboating was going to cost Miz his spot in the driver’s seat for awhile but he just took control of things.

Mauro Ranallo: Impressive athleticism from the must-see superstar.

Corey Graves: Typical blind optimism. Miz lands a couple hits and you’re already seeing him with the championship on. Calm down, marks!

In the ring, both men are circling each other now, Miz with his arms in position like he’s ready for a lock-up while Sweeney is sort of dancing as he moves, a show of confidence and swagger much like his strut. Miz sees this and it visibly irks him a bit as he ducks down and charges Sweeney, leading with his shoulder as he connects with the champ’s midsection and tackles him to the mat.

Once impact is made with the mat, Miz rises up with a knee to the mat on each side of his opponent and grabs a handful of hair on the back of Larry’s head, pushing his head up and forward as he starts raining down punches to the top of the head with his other hand.

After Miz connects with what he deems a satisfactory amount of punches, he lets go of the handful of Sweeney’s hair he has and moves his hand as he opens the fist he was punching with and palms Larry’s head, pushing it down forcefully into the mat. After slamming his head down, Miz stands up quickly, bringing his leg around to the left side of Sweeney before he drops an elbow directly into the chest.

Miz gets up as Sweeney sits up holding his chest and the Triple Champ is now in the line of fire as Miz starts laying into him with the Miz Kicks. With each one that connects, the part of the crowd supporting him chants, “Miz!”, which seems to will him to kick Larry harder as a visible increase in intensity occurs.

Tom Phillips: Miz is fired up!

Mauro Ranallo: No love at all in any of the hungry contender’s kicks.

Corey Graves: If you keep riding his dick like that, Maryse is going to get jealous. Sweeney’s going to squash this hungry contender like he was a hungry caterpillar.

Miz relents for a moment, as the sight of Sweeney’s chest following the barrage is not a pretty sight at all. Larry puts his arms out and his hands up, non-verbally communicating that he can’t take another kick. Miz thinks about it for a second, then throws another kick aiming for the head but Larry throws himself to the mat to avoid it. As Miz misses the kick, it causes him to turn around as Sweeney gets up and pushes him into the ropes. As he comes backward off of them, Larry grabs him and rolls him up.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Miz manages to kick out of the predicament as both men get up and face each other. Sweeney charges Miz who gets him with a Deep Arm Drag that slings him to the mat. Larry gets up after impact, his back turned to Miz who goes to apply a Full Nelson but before he can cinch it all the way in, Sweeney manages to slink down and slip out of it as he throws his leg back and swings it around, catching Miz in the ankle as Larry pivots around to keep his balance.

Sweeney pops to a vertical base quickly as Miz is holding his ankle and brings his leg up, catching the challenger right in the nose with a rising knee. Miz rocks back with the impact, now cradling his nose with his hand as Sweeney delivers a Superkick to the stomach. Miz hunches with the impact as Sweeney hooks his arm around his opponent’s head, dropping him directly on the top of his skull with a devastating DDT.

As Miz lies there in a daze, Larry rolls him over onto his back with a nudge with his foot. Sweeney leans down and throws the, “Too Sweet” up in his face then flips his hand around, still doing the, “Too Sweet”, and extends his middle finger, holding his pointer and pinky away from it so that the message he’s trying to send is clear.

Tom Phillips: Well that’s not very nice.

Mauro Ranallo: That’s just Sour.

Corey Graves: I’m sorry your sensitive feelings were hurt, boys, but this is professional wrestling. So if Larry Sweeney wants to represent the NWO, the fact he’s a proud Triple Champion, and tell Miz off in one hand gesture, he’s free to do it. Besides, you idiots go apeshit when Stone Cold does it.

In the ring, Sweeney is stepping around Miz’s head: going from Miz’s left to the top to his right and back to the top before returning to Miz’s left and so on, slapping and taunting him as he does. After a moment, as Sweeney’s on his left and goes for a slap, Miz’s eyes shoot open as he brings his right arm up and around to lock his hand around his opponent’s wrist, effectively stopping the slap. Miz gets up to his feet, still holding and squeezing the wrist, as Larry’s demeanor has changed.

Miz throws Larry’s arm down to his side and, a split second later, throws a punch with his other arm right at the champ’s Adam’s Apple but Sweeney gets his other arm up just as lightning quick and manages to block it. He pushes himself off of the fist he’s blocking to create some distance between he and Miz. Miz charges him but Larry gets his leg up like one would for a Bicycle Kick and pushes his chest, sending him staggering backward.

Miz regains his composure and charges his opponent again but Sweeney grabs him and hits a Flapjack that drops the “Awesome One” throat first onto the top rope. As he lands, it creates a sort of whiplash effect as he falls awkwardly to the mat.

Tom Phillips: What jarring impact!

Mauro Ranallo: He’s lucky there’s protective covering. If he’d landed on the exposed cable, that could have severed his esophagus.

Corey Graves: And thinking about how close we were to that happening so we wouldn’t have to sit through anymore of his promos makes me want the entire ring crew fired.

Miz is lying there holding his neck, coughing and, from the look on his face, clearly in pain. Sweeney stands there watching him with his hands on his hips, smiling and shaking his head. He now leans down and grabs Miz, guiding him to his feet before slinging him into the turnbuckle as he hits back first forcefully. Larry winds his hand back and connects with Miz’s chest with a Knife Edge Chop as the fans chant, “WOOOOO!” as they’ve been doing for thirteen years.

Sweeney winds back again and connects with another chop as the fans once again emit a, “WOOOOO!”. Larry now turns and struts away from Miz a few steps before turning around and connecting with yet another chop. Normally a chop wouldn’t devastate that much but considering Miz’s still woozy state and the pain he’s feeling in his neck and head, it takes a more severe toll than it would on the average Joe. As a result, the third chop causes him to rock against the turnbuckle pad sort of convulsively before slinking down into a seated position.

As he does, Sweeney raises his right leg and shimmies around until his back is to his opponent as he slaps his own buttocks with his right hand. ”Pucker up, Hollywood! he shouts before backing up into Miz and doing the Sweenface!

Tom Phillips: What the hell is this?

Mauro Ranallo: I’ve never seen him do that before!

Corey Graves: Sweeney’s tired of getting disrespected, so now the world can kiss his ass!

Sweeney relents after a moment as he walks out of the corner and turns to face Miz again. Having a face full of the champ’s hindquarters seemed to rattle the, “A-Lister” as he reaches up and grabs the middle rope on each side with the respective hand and pulls himself to his feet. He looks incensed at what just happened, angry and disgusted that he’s not being taken seriously, as Sweeney gives him a sarcastic golf clap for recovering from his fall onto the ropes earlier.

”Adrenaline’s a hell of a thing, innit?” he says as Miz takes a deep breath, still quite flustered, and not long after he’s finished exhaling he spins and connects with a Discus Punch that Sweeney wasn’t expecting as he staggers into the ropes. He catches himself and leans into them a bit before going to return to a vertical base but before he can fully get there, Miz connects with a Throat Thrust that sends him backward again, sort of teetering on the top rope with half of him inside the ring and half of it out.

Miz sees this and takes off running, grabbing the rope and springing up onto it as he leaps down and connects with a Springboard Double Axe Handle that sends Sweeney backward towards the floor, hitting his head on the ring apron on the way down. Miz lands on his feet as he grabs Sweeney and guides him forcefully to a vertical base, slinging him just as forcefully into the ringside barricade. Upon impact, Larry naturally heads downward but Miz grabs him and stands him up, extending one arm out along the top of the barricade and laying his hand flat before doing the same with Sweeney’s other arm.

Once he steps away and sees that Larry’s still standing, he sizes the Triple Champ up and starts laying into him with the Miz Kicks again!

Tom Phillips: Back to the well we go!

Mauro Ranallo: It’s an effective and painful well, at least.

Corey Graves: Sweeney’s making Miz think he has a chance. He’s charitable like that.

With the impact, Larry’s arms naturally drop but Miz is kicking him so hard and so frequently that he’s practically pinned in position against the ring barricade and can’t slink to the floor. After an admittedly uncomfortable amount of kicks to watch in succession, Miz throws one at Sweeney’s head but Sweeney dives to the floor to avoid it and Miz accidentally clocks a fan sitting in the front row!

As Miz can’t believe what he’s just done, Sweeney’s lying there holding his ribs and chest as he puts his hands down at his sides and manages to sit up, scrambling backward towards the ring as he sits against it and goes back to holding his chest and ribs. The referee, distracted by the commotion with the injured fan, doesn’t bother to count as Miz has climbed over the barricade and is checking on the fan.

Tom Phillips: This is horrible.

Mauro Ranallo: Good for Miz for checking on him. Sweeney wouldn’t do that.

Corey Graves: Of course he wouldn’t! These things can happen when you’re on the frontlines and Sweeney knows that! He’s not going to waste his time feeling sorry for someone that couldn’t take what they willfully signed up for knowing the risks!

Miz helps the fan to his feet, apologizing for what happened and asking him if he’s okay but as he does, he sees he’s face-to-face with the other number one contender Vinny Marseglia! Miz jumps back startled and falls back, a few fans standing up as his landing moves their chairs. As he does this, they help him up and are now checking on him. Miz looks around and then over to where he jumped back from to see the fan he helped up holding a bag of ice to his head and asking Miz if he’s okay.

Miz, noticing everyone thinks he’s crazy, turns and leaps over the barricade, running over to ringside and demanding, ”I want a replay. Tell the truck that I demand to see a replay!”. Miz turns and looks at the titantron screen as they show footage of what just happened with Miz helping up the fan and jumping back startled, falling down and a few fans standing up as their chairs are slid. But as the footage plays, there’s no sign of Vinny as the referee asks Miz what the replay was for.

Infuriated, Miz runs around the ring where Sweeney’s still taking a breather and connects with a Basement Dropkick. Larry, rocked by the impact and the fact that he was against the ring when the attack connected, slumps over onto his side as Miz is up to his feet and grabs Sweeney, leading him to a vertical base again as he rolls him into the ring and slides in after.

Tom Phillips: Well, we’re back on track but things went off the rails there for a moment.

Mauro Ranallo: Certainly strange behavior from The Miz.

Corey Graves: He probably saw himself in that fan and realized his future was losing to Larry Sweeney again. Except nobody’s going to help Miz up.

In the ring, Sweeney is rolling away from Miz as the number one contender gives chase and attempts to stomp him. Larry keeps him from succeeding though as he rolls under the bottom rope and slides to his feet on the outside. As he does this, because of Miz’s stomping attempts, the challenger is close to the ropes so Sweeney reaches into the ring under the bottom rope and grabs his legs, pulling him to the mat and dragging him out of the ring before climbing up onto the apron.

As Miz climbs to his feet, Sweeney throws caution to the wind as he leaps backward with his right arm curved upward as he manages to hook Miz’s head and drops him with a Sweet and Sour Stunner! Miz is rocked by this as he’s launched backward and turns to face the shorter section of the barricade, putting his hands down so that he can keep his balance. As he does, Sweeney comes up behind him and throws a punch to the back of Miz’s left knee. The knee buckles as Miz goes down and Sweeney manages to grab him with his arm around Miz’s neck as he brings his other arm around and puts it on the small of the back.

Sweeney lifts at the same time he pushes up on the small of Miz’s back as he slams the “A-Lister” into the ring post as Miz’s upper body and crotch both take the brunt of the attack. Larry lets go and steps away quickly after impact as Miz crashes and burns awkwardly to the floor. The Sweenster grabs him not long after and leads him to his feet before returning the favor from earlier and rolling him into the ring but before he can re-enter it, something seems to stop him. As he looks down, he reacts startled as he stomps with his free leg but seems, based on his reaction, to miss what he was aiming for.

Sweeney climbs up onto the apron like you’d see a frightened female in an old school cartoon do on a kitchen table when she sees a mouse and looks at the ring skirt fearfully.

Tom Phillips: Sweeney seemingly having a moment like Miz did earlier.

Sweeney is slowly pulling at the ring skirt and as he raises it, a red balloon comes out and starts heading upward. As Larry watches this, Miz steps through the ropes and snatches the string of it, tying it around Sweeney’s throat as he grabs him in a full nelson and quickly sweeps the leg, hitting a Skull Crushing Finale off the apron as Larry’s face connects with the balloon as well and it pops upon impact!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! That’s a landing you don’t want to take!

Corey Graves: Does that idiot pay rent to put his balloons under there or something?

As Sweeney’s lying there, Miz gets up and enters the ring, watching and listening to the referee begin to count him out.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Corey Graves: Enjoy that kid, you won’t hear it in your favor again tonight!

FOUR!


FIVE!


SIX!

Tom Phillips: I think after all that winning by dirty means, he’s going to lose by dirty means.

SEVEN!


EIGHT!


NI..

NEW NEW NEW WORLD ORDER!



Just as the referee is counting the first syllable of the word, ‘nine’, the opening of the NWO syncs up with it and the fans in the capacity crowd start booing as not only do they have to see the NWO, but Sweeney’s title reign has been saved again as the referee is now looking at the stage.

As the ruckus is going on, the UWF Tag Team Champions Kevin Nash and Scott Hall come walking out in usual fashion. In the ring, Miz looks pissed off that Sweeney is staying true to his word and playing the back-up card but motions for the two men to bring it as they arrive at the bottom of the ramp. But just as the tag champs are taking off their championship belts to enter the ring and bring the fight to Miz...



The crowd comes alive as the former UWF Champion Chris Jericho comes out, wagging his finger at The Outsiders signifying that it’s not going down this way tonight. As Jericho heads down the ramp, The Outsiders scatter over to a different side of the ring. As Jericho walks and stands at the opposite side of them, Sweeney enters the ring as he and Miz look at one another.

Tom Phillips: I don’t believe it! We were that close to having a new UWF Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: The...

Corey Graves: Shut the hell up, Mauro! We all know you’re just going to parrot something similar to what Tom said like you’re copying homework but changing it a little so the teacher can’t tell you copied!

Mauro Ranallo: Well...

Corey Graves: I don’t know why you idiots are so surprised that The Outsiders are out here anyway. Sweeney said MULTIPLE TIMES that he would use the NWO if things got dicey. He’s not ashamed of it so quit shaming him!

Tom Phillips: Corey, you...

Corey Graves: Shut the hell up, Phillips! No one asked for more than your two cents!

In the ring, Miz and Sweeney start trading punches as from ringside, Jericho shouts, “AAWWEESSOOMMEE!” with each punch that Miz lands and The Outsiders yell, “TOO SWEEEET!” with each punch that Larry lands, the fatigue from what’s happened thus far dragging out the time between each man’s return punch enough for the respective men shouting in support to believably shout something that drawn out before the guy they’re rooting against can land another blow.

After each man lands three, because Miz is looking for the three count and Larry is the Triple Champ you see, Sweeney goes for a kick to his opponent’s stomach but Miz catches it, holding Larry by the heel, which is funny because haha they’re both heels, and flips the Sweenster backward but Sweeney manages to use the momentum to float over and land on his feet as, right after landing, he goes for the kick to the stomach again and this time succeeds as Miz hunches over with the impact.

Larry hooks his arm around Miz’s head and looks for a DDT but Miz lands a blow to the stomach. As Sweeney holds his stomach and releases his grasp on Miz, the must-see superstar goes to follow up but his opponent sidesteps and trips him up as Miz lands flat on his face. When this occurs, Larry begins his revolution around his fallen opponent, stomping every bit of the way with the Sweeney Stomp!

Tom Phillips: Well it might be time to say cut on the Miz’s championship pursuit.

Mauro Ranallo: I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.

Corey Graves: You’re both right for once. What we’re witnessing is a repeat of Judgment Day.

After making his way around Miz once, Larry, as he’s known to do, begins another lap of the Sweeney Stomp. As he makes his way around Miz’s upper body, Miz grabs his free leg and trips him up. With the men now trading places with Miz on his feet and Sweeney on the mat, Miz runs and drops a knee on the back of his opponent’s head.

As Sweeney now lies there flat on the mat, Miz walks over and moves Larry’s legs in a way that Miz’s legs are forcing his to bend. Miz now reaches down and grabs Sweeney’s wrists, pulling back on them and rocking back so that he’s now laying back on the mat and Sweeney is held vertically. Miz then leans forward and grabs his chin, pulling at his head as he rakes the face with his other hand. In other words, this:



Tom Phillips: Romero Special!

Mauro Ranallo: Well it might still be bleak for someone’s pursuit but...

Corey Graves: Yeah yeah but now it’s Sweeney’s. Miz’s daughter could predict your commentary before you call it.

Jericho is slapping the mat excitedly as he cheers on Miz. While he’s doing so though, he’s suddenly hit with a boot to the side of the head by Kevin Nash! As Jericho falls to the floor, Nash and Hall start beating him down. Miz is cinching back on the hold, desperate to get Sweeney to tap but he’s only crying out in pain. Meanwhile, Hall has Jericho’s head between his legs and grabs him around the waist, going for the Outsider’s Edge.

Miz releases the hold as Hall has Jericho up in the crucifix position but as he heads over to the ropes to exit and help out, Sweeney is up to his feet in one last gasp. He walks over and clubs Miz with a double axe handle and puts him in position for the Hangman’s Neckbreaker. He hits it and transitions into the DDT, signing off on another successful defense with a ’68 Comeback Special as he collapses into the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

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


Sweeney raises the title high, his nWo friends not having the best night so far but for Sweet N' Sour, he stands still the UWF Champion for another episode of Revolution as the show comes to a close.


END OF SHOW



Credits


Havoc vs Rollins, DIY vs E&C - Danny
Zayn vs Black - Max
Dream vs Kaval - Jye
Vinny vs Rude - Bodor
Joe vs Jericho vs Buddy vs Black - Semi
Sweeney vs Miz - Dresden


OOC:Sorry for the slight delay and the short matches I wrote as well as any maybe slight lack of attention to details. As I explained in the discord, I ended up getting the stomach flu the day I was going to write most of my stuff and just haven't been in the position to write. The preview should be out sometime tomorrow night. Now that the titles are set, I'll be spending the day making all the necessary plans for Wrestlemania. So nobody ask me about their plans for mania, you'll find out when I'm ready to tell you.

[Dres]

Revolution 50 is here, boys! First of all, give yourselves a pat on the back because getting to fifty episodes of Revolution was definitely a group effort that all of us contributed to and made possible in some way and that’s awesome.

Good to officially see EC3 back on the program. Bit of a bummer to see the Primetime Championship go but it had a good run and was a cool concept and there was a good explanation for doing away with it I feel.

The new Rollins is pretty good. I don’t know much about Jimmy Havoc so I couldn’t tell you how accurate any of the portrayals have been in the last year plus that I’ve been back and seen a few but faf seems off to a good start. Asks a lot of questions regarding how to do this and asks for feedback so the potential is there for success.

I liked the Jeri-Miz/DIY promo. It was a long one but I enjoyed it. For starters, it shows that the partnership wasn’t forgotten about. Secondly, there were several good lines throughout that made me laugh. I’m looking forward to seeing where these four land in the build to Mania and the big event itself.

I read the Television Championship match in Staff that alludes to this attack but the attack itself wasn’t there so I was left to wonder how it went down until I read it here. Those dastardly Outsiders!

Nice to see DIY get the win after losing out on winning the tag titles, keeps the team hot. The thing with Edge and Christian was another thing where I saw reference to it in a segment but didn’t see how it happened or why until now. Unexpected I’ll say for sure but makes sense I guess because most that would divide this pair would keep Edge. Poor Christian.

Speaking of teams, is AFTB still around?

Alright, so we know who’s going after Omega now but I don’t think everyone knows who’s playing Styles so out of respect for the trash talker I’m not going to go, “OH MY GOD IT’S ___”. I’ll let them reveal themselves. Poor Usos got the beating of a lifetime but that was a nice way to make the G.O.D. look vicious and teasing that it may have been them behind the mystery was a nice touch. Even I thought plans had changed for a second there.

Miz and Black has the potential to be a great showdown, as I’m sure I’ve said about a previous promo by Black. Miz has a lot going on right now so seeing how Aleister’s vendetta against him fits into the mix, or if it fits into the mix, is worth seeing.

Had fun trash talking with Matt. First time we’ve been opponents since I’ve been back I want to say and who knows when the last time was before that. Quite the treat indeed. I enjoyed the match. “Just like him in bed, his laughter doesn’t last long” during the Figure Four sequence is a gem. I liked the stuff with Austin getting involved, but I was told beforehand about that. Didn’t know Vinny was going to carve, “Sweeney” into Rude’s body though. That was great. Good job, Bodor.

I didn’t get why the Z-Pack thing was so funny beyond the situation itself and Fauche being Fauchey, then I remembered the real-life Punk stuff and it made it funnier. Fauche: making characters like Palmer Cannon and Dave Meltzer e-fed relevant since 2006. As for the stuff with Despy, it’s weird but entertaining plus I know where it’s heading so good stuff all around.

Good promo from the G.O.D. explaining their earlier actions. I feel the group’s going to be even more of a force than they were the first time and that’s problematic for anyone standing in their way.

Cool fatal four-way. Nice to see Jericho pick up the win, that’s certainly a good way to establish that he’s back and means business, and the fact that it was against multiple opponents and on Revolution 50 makes it better.

I liked the NWO segment. Bit weird seeing it after we just saw Rude get carved up but that’s not that big of a deal. Good to get an explanation regarding the turn on Christian and the brief airing of grievances was interesting to the overall story too. Are they cracking or about to get stronger? Stay tuned!

WONDERFUL to see Broken Matt on the show!

There was a Blue Thunder Bomb in this match so I’m happy. The retain was the right call I feel, that way no one can accuse Danny of putting titles on himself. That’s Old Guard stuff. Half’s reign continues, but for how long? Mwuhahaha!

Good Dream promo as well as the short but sweet Suzuki promo.

Heck of a showing by Kaval and coming THAT CLOSE to winning the IC Title is huge. Max is a tough guy to beat but I’m happy to see YOLO put in the effort.

Not sure who’s bringing in New Day but as sick as I am of the real life group(I’m glad Kofi is champ but the pancakes and Booty O’s and all that I’m beyond burnt out on) it’s going to be a hard sell to me to get into their fed equivalent.

The Neville/Nigel dynamic continues to be engaging. On a show of comebacks, debuts, departures, and tension coming to a head, this teased dissension here as well as earlier with the NWO and briefly with DIY makes for the melting pot of, “will they/won’t they” and “what’s going to happen next” that I expect on the Road to Wrestlemania so that’s very cool.

Main event time. This was all written stream of consciousness like much of what I contribute so Leedles doesn’t have to incorporate Miz-ile Dropkick or start calling the It Kicks the Miz Kicks, nor does Fauche have to start using the Sweenface, I was just having fun and thinking of things as they came to me. The thread you guys had was fantastic and it was certainly a spirited effort on the part of Leedles, so don’t take the loss too hard please.

Thanks to everyone that made this edition what it was. Next stop, Rev 51!

[George]

Hey hey boys and girls (except no girls are allowed), and welcome to the Semifly Fun House. Yowie wowie are we gonna have some fun! I’m tired, I usually have a lot to say in this part but honestly I just don’t right now. Oh yeah, I just wanted to add, the Prime Time Belt was good and I think it had legs, it’s a shame it didn’t even last a year.

Top 3 Promos of the Week (not in order):
- Jericho/Miz/DIY: While I don’t know how to really feel about the jab in this promo, it was nice seeing the comradery between them all in that promo as well.
- nWo Shenanigans: Someone give Kyle some time off, this boy been Z-Packed 12 times, throwing up all the time, and has type 1 diabetes, yikes. Some slight infighting in the nWo, which could lead to a breakup in the future.
- Aleister’s Earlier On Promo: He’s always really imposing all the time but I believe that a promo just out in public talking this s c a r e y is defo a character thang. It really zeroed in on the Miz, which was interesting.

Jimmy Havoc vs Seth Rollins:
I was surprised by the result of this as reading the session, I didn’t expect Jimmy Havoc to win. Was a little short, but that would be expected in consideration of quality/length. It’s whatever though, I really hope that this Jimmy Havoc guy develops into a genuine tough threat to titles or whatever, it would be interesting and some full circle stuff considering the amount of dead portrayals of him.

DIY vs Edge & Christian:
This match had a decent aura of quality to it that’s always nice to see. I’m really looking forward to see what they do with the tag division, it’s getting interesting, but considering the amount of competition, it should make an interesting match at UWFmania.

Rick Rude vs Vinny Marseglia:
Vinny picked up some much needed momentum heading into Wrestlemania, and I have to think after this big loss with Rick Rude, where does that leave him? I mean he’s not going for any title, he doesn’t have any personal beef, it’ll be interesting to see where he falls, while sad that he has fallen from the title pictures so quickly.

Ultramantis Black vs Samoa Joe vs Chris Jericho vs Buddy Murphy:
I really had fun writing this one up, it was interesting to work on some of their character traits, with Joe’s wit and knowing that he only needs to do what is necessary. I also had fun writing the chairs into that match, 3 chairs in total? Could be 2. It just really adds to the story and adding recovery yada yada in there was also fun. Congrats for picking up the W Brandyn, I really thought Rey had this one in the bag.

Sami Zayn vs Aleister Black:
I see you Max, boosting the match text size to make it look like you’ve wrote more. The attack from the nWo earlier in the night clearly had an effect on the match. I doubt Sami was ever going to win this as y’know, it’s Danny’s guy, and I doubt he’d give himself a title like that.

Low Ki vs The Velveteen Dream:
Speaking of pesky tactics, smh Dream you devious heel. Naughty naughty. It’s interesting to see Low Ki almost beat Dream, and I want it to happen as Max is the worst person on the planet and I really hope this title reign is short. In seriousness, good match.

The Miz vs Larry Sweeney:
Out of curiosity how many times has the Miz had a shot at the World Title? It has to be up in the 3-4 margin maybe more right? I mean heck, I dunno, it’s just that it feels like that’s happening quite a lot if you get me. Not to knock Leedles as he’s clearly talented enough, just I dunno.

[Fauche]

YO! Fifty Revolutions is a heck of a thing. Shout out to all the dudes who wrote on this show and everyone who's been writing since the first one. That's super super rad.

Especially Dres tonight, who went totally buck on the main event. Uneven thread's are easy to call, but this was written so well and balanced that ya wouldn't know if ya didn't know, ya know? Appreciate it so much when a writer incorporates themes / points from the thread. Having Vinny's balloons show up was a great touch, and all the clever and creative quirks typical of the Doctor's finer works made this one awesome. Commentary was on point, too. And, interesting note, there was only one near-fall the entire match. I'm always tryna make matches look longer with so many pin counts. Dres ain't need no crutches. This was great. Thanks my dude.

Loved the Suzuki promo. Brevity is the soul of wit. There were so real long promos tonight, and even among just the usual length ones, something like this stands out and communicated everything it had to, with what was said and how succinctly it was delivered. Boy's got someone on his mind. Also, Bodor pitched the idea for Despy / Kyle at the Doctors and some more to follow and he's a genius and I'm real excited about it all.

Also really liked that Black promo zeroing in on Miz. I didn't even realize that beef was so... beefy. But there's some beef. Here I've been pushing to see Miz vs Jericho or Miz and Jericho vs Outsiders or something, but seems like Soup's got something else in mind and I can't think of a good reason to go in any direction but that one.

Some trouble in paradise themes running deep tonight. nWo, DIY and the Brits all having some issues. Being anti-Austin is so last month. In-fighting is the new trend. RIP Christian.

Shout out to Faf for the debut win. Is Rollins guy still around? Keep that chin up if you are. And if you're not, do whatever you want with that chin.

Is Miz a babyface again? Is Dream a heel? What the heck's going on? Props to Kaval for becoming linear IC Champ. YOLO on a roll here. In keeping with the theme of Larry Sweeney never actually main eventing ppvs, I'm totally cool with going on before Kaval vs Dream at Wrestlemania if it means World Warriors closing the show with a title celebration when buddy wins the rematch, too.

Other than all thats, highlight of the show was the return of AJ Styles. I hope it's Chase, but if it isn't, I'm excited to see someone else try the character too, especially as a heel.

[Gone]

Very good show yall. Loved the nWo stuff once again. It's a shame Edge turned heel on his heel partner named Christian. I guess Captain Charisma is back to being Captain Unemployed... AY YO!

Leedles, Heelboi and Brandyn collab. My two of my favorite TTers and my arch nemesis. Overall great promo. Brandyn dragged it down by just being there smh. Love the growing bond of DIY and Miz and Jericho. New faction when? (In all seriousness, love you Brandyn <3)

Gur getting another shout out in this. Loving his ultra babyface Omega and AJ FREAKING STYLES? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THIS IS AWESOME! This will be a 10 star match if we have Mania at the Tokyo Dome this year. Meltzer will love it, Maggle!

Good matches all around, and contrary to popular belief, GEORGE. I did not bloat up the text to make it seem longer, it was indeed YOU who mistakenly bloated up my text when I asked for your assistánce. You trying to sabotage me, boi? You looking to fight? All is forgiven for now, but if you frame me again, we going back to court and this time the fine will be heftier than last time. (I still love ya tho, even if I end your career in the Fed. ;3)

Sweeney vs Miz again, as always, both have great chemistry. Was hoping for Leedles to win though, not a knock at Fauche, but I wanted to have high quality images for the Mania Poster, but NOOOOOO! I HAVE TO USE THE SAME 360P IMAGE OF SWEENEY ALONGSIDE A HIGH QUALITY IMAGE OF EVERYONE ELSE! WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME FAUCHE? WHY? YOU'RE THE BIGGEST HEEL IN THE WHOLE DANG COMPANY! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I HOPE VINNY SLICES YOUR GUYS AT MANIA! YOUR DAY OF RECKONING WILL COME! (Love you, Fauche-y boi.)

Also we got the New Day coming in. That's pretty hype tbh. Whoever is playing them, I hope yall treat them bois with respect. Cause they can be big if played right.

Loved the show overall. Great fiftieth episode and it's good I was able to be apart of it. Good job YOLO on your "win", but you did not pin, nor submit me and I still have my belt. So in the end, I'm the true winner.

[halfofasphere]

Apr 29, 2019 14:32:24 GMT -6 Fauche said:

Here I've been pushing to see Miz vs Jericho or Miz and Jericho vs Outsiders or something, but seems like Soup's got something else in mind and I can't think of a good reason to go in any direction but that one.

soup??? soup???

[Gone]

Apr 29, 2019 19:20:37 GMT -6 halfofasphere said:

Apr 29, 2019 14:32:24 GMT -6 Fauche said:

Here I've been pushing to see Miz vs Jericho or Miz and Jericho vs Outsiders or something, but seems like Soup's got something else in mind and I can't think of a good reason to go in any direction but that one.

soup??? soup???

Take that as a compliment. He's saying you're so good, you're on Soup's level. Hence why he confused you for him.

[HeelBoi]

Apr 29, 2019 19:26:52 GMT -6 Gone said:

Apr 29, 2019 19:20:37 GMT -6 halfofasphere said:

soup??? soup???

Take that as a compliment. He's saying you're so good, you're on Soup's level. Hence why he confused you for him.

Also Soup used to play Black back in the day so he just got a lil bit mixed up, bless him.