Post by Danny on May 24, 2019 17:02:47 GMT -6
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! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Well guys, here we are. The last Revolution before the show of shows: Wrestlemania.
Tom Phillips: And what a night it’s going to be. A whopping seven matches on deck and crucial momentum is up for grabs in all of them, like when AJ Styles teams up with the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship Kaval to take on Intercontinental Champion Velveteen Dream and AJ’s future opponent, Kevin Steen.
Mauro Ranallo: Not to take anything away from Dream and Kaval but AJ Styles and Kevin Steen have to be practically salivating about getting their hands on each other early. Two other men that get that chance are one half of the UWF Tag Team Champions Scott Hall and one of the contenders to those titles, DIY’s Tomasso Ciampa.
Corey Graves: Hall and Nash are always a safe bet so you better believe Ciampa’s getting taken along the Outsiders’ Edge tonight! But that won’t be the only one-sided contest because my boy Larry Sweeney is going to take it to former rival Chris Jericho in the main event! Non-title, of course.
Tom Phillips: If the rock and roller turns it up to eleven tonight, Larry Sweeney could find himself in dire straits. Much like Naomi when she takes on a very game and very on Becky Lynch.
Mauro Ranallo: The Bloodline’s First Lady certainly looking to make this the “Glow Show” but she better watch or she could get Disarmed. As for two others that will be on high alert, the “Black Rose” Adrian Neville and Minoru Suzuki will no doubt continue to watch each other carefully as Neville steps up to Television Champion Aleister Black and Suzuki looks to choke out Buddy Murphy.
Corey Graves: Let’s see how good Buddy is at answering game show questions after that crazy old man makes him his punching bag. As for Aleister stopping to smell the Flowers of Eden, Neville better watch out because I’m pretty sure Black’s packing weed killer. And on the topic of murder, superhero pipsqueak The Hurricane is going to try to topple the massive Big Show as both men make their Revolution debut.
Tom Phillips: All of that plus we’ve been cordially invited to the wedding of El Desperado and Kyle O’Reilly.
Mauro Ranallo: Amore is certainly in the air!
Corey Graves: As long as you aren’t talking about Enzo, I don’t have to throw up in my mouth. Anyway, let’s get things started!
With the familiar heartbeat echoing around the arena. There is no doubt as to who is about to make his entrance.
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
And here comes Ciampa! He steps out onto the stage and takes a rather disgruntled look into the crowd. He nods his head slowly to the beat of his theme song as the boos echo around the arena almost drowning the theme song out. He takes a look at the ring and begins to walk, as he fiercely paces down the ramp, you can tell he means business.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Weighing at 201 lbs; Tommaso Ciampa!
Ciampa gets to the ring but suddenly Scott Hall and Kevin Nash come running down the ramp and Kevin Nash lays him out with a stiff chair shot to the back of him. Scott Hall also clubs him in the back of the head. Ciampa hits down hard on his front and both Hall and Nash lay in the boots to the grounded man.
Tom Phillips: What a cowardly attack by the Outsiders, I thought this was going to be a good match guys!
Corey Graves: Who says it isn’t?
Nash then grabs Ciampa by the head and gets him up on his feet, Scott Hall then takes a step back and then swings a punch at the head of Ciampa. Nash doesn’t let him go, and then thuds Ciampa’s head against the apron. Ciampa rests on the apron with his arm stretched out on it, and then Hall grabs it and then thuds him down on the apron once more.
Nash then takes the other arm of Ciampa and the Outsiders lead him around the ring and then they whip Ciampa into the ring pole. Ciampa collapses forward onto the ring post and then both Hall and Nash grab him but here comes Johnny Gargano down the ramp! He then runs at them, and Hall throws Ciampa back into the ring, and Nash runs round to the other side of the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Johnny Gargano here to save Tomasso Ciampa from any more damage, just in time, otherwise things might’ve got messy out here guys.
The referee goes over to Ciampa if he still wants the match to go ahead and Ciampa reluctantly says “yes”. Ciampa rolls the jacket off to the corner and stands up using the corner to aid him, and Hall is pacing waiting for the bell to ring. The referee signals for the bell.
DING! DING!
As soon as the match starts Scott Hall runs straight over to the other side of the ring and levels him out with a clothesline, sending Ciampa back into the corner in which he has just recovered from. Hall then lays in the boots on Ciampa in the corner and looks helpless and powerless from the beatdown he’s just suffered.
Corey Graves: I have a feeling this isn’t going to be a very long match guys.
Mauro Ranallo: Of course it isn’t going to be! Did you see that attack by the Outsiders on the outside before this match started?! Ciampa doesn’t stand a chance!
Kevin Nash on the outside taunts the fans who are visually upset with them rushing the fan favourite, Tomasso Ciampa before this match and he wiggles his fingers at them in mockery. Hall then stops stomping Ciampa and calls for Nash. He then leans over the top rope and gives them a “too sweet” over the top rope. Johnny Gargano voices his disapproval from across the ring.
Hall then grabs the head of Tommaso Ciampa and pulls him up to his feet. Hall then gives him a stomp to the gut, and repositions Ciampa to face the other turnbuckle. Hall then spreads his arms out wide and lifts him up by his gut and positions him up in the Razors Edge! He then drops Ciampa down to the mat, and rolls over him for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Scott Hall!
Scott Hall stands up from the body of Ciampa and dusts his hands off like this was light work for him, but we all know the real story. Nash climbs up on the apron and then through the ropes. Ciampa rolls to the mat on the outside as Johnny Gargano consoles him on what just happened, and why it shouldn’t had.
Tom Phillips: What a cheap move from the Outsiders, a cheap win over one half of DIY. We can only hope that they’ll finally get retribution from all of these antics that they’re doing here on UWF.
Corey Graves: Tom, stop acting all goodie goodie. The nWo are here to rule, and if that means the Outsiders tearing through everyone to rule, then so be it.
The Outsiders take their pose in the middle of the ring, gloating to the fans about their easy win over Tomasso Ciampa. DIY head up the ramp but keep their eyes more on The Outsiders. The Outsiders look up the ramp and Hall mocks Ciampa by spreading his arms like he did earlier in the match when he kept Ciampa down for the count.
Ciampa then looks side to side as he feels quite insulted, and then pats Johnny on the shoulder. DIY then rush down to the ring, and slide in to take the fight to the Outsiders! However when DIY go to slide into the ring, the Outsiders stomp them out and keep them grounded to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: DIY going to stand up for themselves seems to have backfired, the Outsiders are dominating them!
As Ciampa and Gargano stop showing energy due to them being stomped out completely, the Outsiders back off slightly and both reach down for a member of DIY each. Hall then grabs the neck of Ciampa and Nash grabs the neck of Gargano, and they both back up slightly and then they both throw each member of DIY over the top rope with a massive biel making them collide with the floor!
Corey Graves: The Outsiders are showing no mercy on DIY, and I don't blame them! One less team at Wrestlemania will make things easier for them.
Mauro Ranallo: Have some empathy Corey, these men could injure both of them with risky manoeuvres like that.
Corey Graves: Good!
The Outsiders then climb through the ropes and jump down to the mat. Hall then lays a boot into Gargano, and Nash rolls Ciampa out of the way. Suddenly Nash reaches down to the mat, and begins digging his fingers into the mat on the outside, and gets a grip and pulls it up to become exposed.
Nash then drags Ciampa underneath his legs and borders the outside of the mat. Hall also positions Gargano underneath his legs and then spreads his arms. The two Outsiders then reach out to each other and hit a "too sweet" to each other and then they both lift DIY up. Hall lifts Gargano up in the Razor's Edge, and Nash lifts up Gargano in a Jackknife Powerbomb. At the same time both of the Outsiders slam DIY down on the concrete, sending them into writing pain.
Mauro Ranallo: Get some medical personnel out here, these men might be injured!
Nash and Hall walk over the battered bodies of the members of DIY, and the members of medical personnel come rushing out with two stretchers. They then load both Gargano and Ciampa on the stretchers and strap them in, while the Outsiders taunt them from a side point.
As the UWF's cameras swirl from ringside, the screen has a flashy and cool transition. With some daily news music playing in the background, a globe with the words "Gregory Helms" appears!
The screen fades away slightly, as a lean man dressed in buisness casual attire looks through his notes. With a spiffy fedora on, a pencil behind his ear, and his name tag ready, Gregory Helms was ready. He turns his head and looks at the camera.
Gregory Helms: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Daily Globe TV, I'm your host, Gregory Helms-
He stops for a moment, bows his head and braces a fist for a pose.
Gregory Helms: "Aaaace...Reporter".
He unposes, and adjusts his glasses.
Gregory Helms: This weeks top story, The Hurricane, famous super hero, makes his return to Earth after a long absence. In the year 1999, The Hurricane was seen battiling an alien life form according to reports. While none of this has been confirmed, it's without a doubt a global shock to have the Superhero of the Milenium back on our planet. Police have tried locating the mysterious hero for weeks now since his arrival, but there's been little success outside of the television, where the hero's taken up Professional Wrestling!
Gregory Helms: This photo was sent to us by an undisclosed source, showing off The Hurricane's creativity in a practice ring. From what we can tell, he's been practicing and training in this art. For long time viewers, you'll know about last year's coverage on the Jimmy Jacobs incident.
Gregory Helms: While there hasn't been ANY word on the status of Jacobs since he was quite literally axed by Vinny Marseglia, it goes without saying that professional wrestling is one of the most dangerous sports out there. State athletic commisions around the globe fear the company, but with possible ties to the White House, and being a billionare company, the UWF remains the forefront of violence. Minoru Suzuki's defeat of Daniel Cormier for the UFC Heavyweight Championship cemented the UWF as the top combat sport. The NFL, NBA, and other major leagues have banded together with the goverment to attempt to shut down the UWF and other major promotions, but at this time no action has taken place. President Donald Trump himself has been questioned on the matter, but has noted to focus his remaining campaign on other matters. The Hurricane's reappearance has however been noted by political figures as a beam of hope. This week, the questions will be answered as he goes one on one with The Big Show. He's been noted as slow, overweight, and most importantly, a complete waste of time against The Hurricane!... According to fan acclaim, that is, a-hem. The Daily Globe will have MORE coverage on the story as time progresses. This is Gregory Helms, signing off.
The Mild Mannered Reporter winks and gets back to his notes, as the cameras turn away.
We go backstage where Renee Young is standing by for some questions ready for a specific wrestler on the UWF roster. She begins to walk down the hall, as the camera follows her. She stops to see Adrian Neville, who is sitting down on a box backstage. He has his phone in his hand, and he doesn’t even look up to see Renee.
Renee Young: Hello UWF Universe, we are here for an interview with one specific person. A man who hasn’t been clear on his intentions lately around the UWF, Adrian Neville, how are you?
Neville still doesn’t look up from his phone and just speaks without making eye contact with Renee.
Adrian Neville: I’m more than fine, why wouldn’t I be?
Renee Young: It was just a passive que-
Adrian Neville: Was it Renee? I don’t appreciate that sassy tone you’re giving me. In fact, I don’t need to be talking to you now at all. What’s all this about me not being clear with my intentions lately?
Renee Young: You haven’t been very vocal with the UWF with what you want to happen, you haven’t been clear with anything you’ve done lately.
Adrian Neville: I think I’ve been completely clear. Have I not Renee? After all, I get to whoop Minoru Suzuki’s backside at Wrestlemania in his own ballpark.
Renee Young: After last week’s domination over Kaval, how do you plan to go into this match with Aleister Black?
Adrian Neville locks his phone and places it beside him, he then sighs and looks up at Renee, and not the camera whatsoever.
Adrian Neville: Is that what this whole thing is about? I managed to beat this sparkling horse you’re all protecting for the Intercontinental Championship. Now you’re shocked? Typical. There’s a reason I have no complaints heading into Wrestlemania, it’s because I know that I have the amount of power to tear right through him. Aleister tonight? Whatever happens happens.
Renee Young: What do you mean by that? Whatever happens happens?
Adrian Neville: I won’t be held responsible when his family’s lawyers come calling. He knows what he’s getting into with me. If he doesn’t? Well it might just end up worse for him.
Suddenly a man walks onto the screen, and Renee looks at him and takes a step back. The camera pans up slightly to reveal that it’s none other than Nigel McGuinness.
Nigel McGuinness: Look Neville, we need to talk. I’ve had something on my mind for a while now and I think we need to talk about it-
Neville gets up from his seated position, completely blanks Renee and Nigel and then walks down the hall to get away from them. Nigel looks on at him walking away and sighs. He then looks over to Renee.
Renee Young: What’s that all about?
Nigel McGuinness: I don’t know. But I do need to get to talk to him. It’ll have to be sooner or later otherwise he’ll be left in the dark. I’m sure I’ll get to talk to him at some point.
Nigel then walks off and Renee signs off the interview and UWF heads elsewhere. The tensions are so thick that Neville is merely refusing to talk to Nigel.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”WEEEELLLLLL,
WELL IT’S THE BIG SHOW!”
As a theme that, until recently, hasn’t been heard in the UWF in quite some time begins to play the fans are ecstatic as the “World’s Largest Athlete” makes his way through the curtain and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Salisbury, Maryland. Weighing in at five hundred pounds. The Big Show!
Show enters the ring and raises his massive arm to the sky with a dominant roar as the fans cheer.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
STAND IN THE BACK, THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THROUGH!
Green lights begin flashing throughout the arena as the heroic music plays, with the world's greatest superhero, The Hurricane, comes out from the back! He stands atop the entrance ramp with his hands on his hips with his chest pumped up to look mighty. He swooshes along with his cape and slinks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From The Hurricave, weighing 200 pounds, The Hurricane!
With a steady pace, the man in green rolls into the ring and climbs up the middle turnbuckle before striking his pose!
He leaps off the post and stands in the middle, once again hitting his iconic pose, before taking off his trust cape and handing it to one of the UWF ring crew, before waiting in the corner with nobility.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, The Hurricane makes his way out of the corner and approaches the imposing giant. Show rocks forward and clobbers the emerald hero with an impactful headbutt as the caped one is knocked to a seated position. Hurricane shakes his head rapidly to try and regain his bearings but his opponent paws his shoulders using his mammoth mitts and stands him up before turning and throwing him through the air into the nearest turnbuckle.
Corey Graves: Look at that! He can fly after all!
As Hurricane hits the corner back first, Show unloads with an open palmed strike to the chest as the smaller of the two athletes reacts to the pain and impact with a cry of great agony and a visible response with his body as he trembles from head to toe for a moment. Show unloads with another one as Hurricane slinks down in the corner this time but climbs back to his feet soon after, showing the true resolve of a superhero.
Show goes to the well once again and looks to connect with a third strike but as he does, Hurricane grabs his wrist with both hands and a struggle begins a la Captain America and Thanos in Infinity War.
Hurricane actually manages to push Show’s hand away as he takes one step out of the corner but as he brings his other foot forward, Big Show goes for the WMD punch using his free hand but Hurricane hits the mat with a forward roll to avoid it and the, “World’s Largest Athlete” clobbers the top turnbuckle pad as it bursts apart like an exploding bag of popcorn.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! That could’ve been The Hurricane’s head!
Hurricane goes after Show and throws punch after punch to the back but it doesn’t seem to be affecting the behemoth much as Show turns around and elbows him in the side of the head, knocking him flat on his face. Show goes over and grabs the back of Hurricane’s neck with one hand and the back of his tights with the other as he charges over to the ropes and throws Hurricane with a single heave-ho.
Corey Graves: He’s flying again, guys!
True to his heroic abilities, Hurricane manages to land on the ringside barricade and pivots around so that he’s perched there for a moment before looking up and into the ring at the man he calls Citizen Show. Hurricane makes a leap from the barricade towards the ring but as he nears his landing, Show throws the WMD punch again, connecting flush with the green hope’s face as Hurricane crashes and burns to the outside floor.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Big Show hitting with the ferocity of The Hulk in there tonight!
At ringside, Hurricane is using the barricade to climb to his feet. Once he manages to get there, he finds himself eye-to-eye with a familiar face.
Ace Reporter Gregory Helms: Hurricane, inquiring minds want to know, how are you feeling right now as you’re in the throes of battle with such a colossal athlete?
As Shane holds the microphone out to Hurricane, the upstanding role model is still visibly woozy as he’s sort of wobbling on his feet and looking at the microphone like he’s seeing multiples of it and Shane holding it and is trying to find out which one’s real. While this is going on, Big Show has exited the ring as he grabs Hurricane by the shoulders and spins him around but as he does, Hurricane manages to land a clubbing blow to his face.
As Show flinches a bit from the impact of the hit, Hurricane manages a Drop Toe Hold that causes the seven footer to collide face first with the edge of the barricade on the way down. Hurricane scrambles onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes now, hitting his signature pose as he looks at Big Show.
Corey Graves: Either this guy’s an idiot or he’s suffering a concussion! Why are you posing right now!?
Outside the ring, Show is up to his feet as he turns around and heads over to the ring. As he climbs up onto the apron, Hurricane goes on the offensive, rushing him and connecting with as many punches he can land before Show can reach his arm through the ropes and shove him. Hurricane falls back and rolls, ending up on his feet and standing up as he rushes Show again and starts throwing more punches.
This time Show connects with another headbutt as Hurricane dizzily slinks to his knees, allowing the five hundred pounder to step over the ropes and enter the ring. Show grabs Hurricane by the throat and lifts him straight up but Hurricane manages to get his legs around Show’s head and reverse into a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors!
Tom Phillips: Some powerful legs needed to move that big of a man like that. Very impressive!
Show is up to his feet again but dizzied from being thrown as he turns and looks for Hurricane, who delivers a kick to the side of the big man’s knee and then a kick to the side of the other knee as both buckle and Show is now down on both of them. As he falls into this position, Hurricane goes for the Shining Wizard but Show ducks and Hurricane is left stumbling forward to keep his balance.
He succeeds but as he turns around, Show is right there as he locks his dangerous claw around the throat of the masked do-gooder. Hurricane struggles for a moment before managing to land a few kicks that cause Show to release his hold. When Show lowers his hand, it’s now Hurricane that seizes his throat!
Corey Graves: There’s no way!
The crowd is cheering as Hurricane puts his free hand on the back of his opponent and tries with all his might to lift Show for a moment, then has to take a breather before trying again. Another breather is taken before he tries once more, this time a prolonged effort as the green bringer of justice is now turning red and the veins in his neck and arms are visible with his strain.
Hurricane clenches his eyes tight as Show comes up onto his tiptoes, and the fans feel like they’re about to see a miracle but soon after the dweller of the Hurricave is forced to relent, having exhausted himself. As he releases Show, Show goozles him and picks him up, dropping him down with an impactful Chokeslam before going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Big Show!
Big Show celebrates in the ring and the cameras head backstage.
Murphy is seen taking his wrist for his encounter with Suzuki...
Hey Buddy, Tough loss right... ahhh can't win em all, right?
Murphy doesn't justify the vanilla midget with a response as he looks annoyed by Sammy's presence...
Unless your name is Sammy Guevara the kid genius who is ready to return... Next week...
Don't care Sammy I have to refocus, my loss three weeks ago, made me lose sight of what's important. I --
Murphy frustration is clear as his eyes roll back as Guevara interrupts him...
Im going to have to stop you right there Buddy, I came to tell you that management has given me the easy win over you on the WRESTLEMANIA pre show.. to shoot me into the TV title match at WRESTLEMANIA... I am here to rename wrestlemania to Guevaramania...ough loss right... ahhh can't win em all, right?
Murphy looks ready to jump into action as Guevara slaps him on the shoulder and walks off laughing as the scene moves on...
The scene opens on Vinny Marseglia and for the first time in weeks on Revolution, he is appearing in full color instead of black and white. More noticeable than that though is his choice of eyewear as they are something his Wrestlemania opponent dons.
Vinny holds his serious look for a moment before an over exaggerated smile appears on his face as he begins talking.
Vinny Marseglia: Only one man can make pro wrestling look this good and he’s here in the flesh! Because I wear expensive suits and have skills to boot! The holder of eight titles for a combined total of one thousand, five hundred and ninety-eight and a third days! Ahahahaha! Three thousand matches won in a row! Ahahahaha! Card carrying member of every stable the UWF has ever had! Ahahaha...ha...wait a minute...
Vinny clutches his chest suddenly and falls to the ground, out of the shot. After a moment, he shoots to his feet, a serious look on his face again as he stares into the camera, holding the glasses in his hand as he crushes them, never breaking his focus on the camera ahead and not flinching as blood runs out of his clenched fist.
This is it, Sweeney. Tonight is the final Revolution that you get to be spoken of in the present tense and spoken to. Because after this, it will be the past tense when they talk about you and anyone to address you personally will be doing so posthumously. We draw closer to the moment that your boisterous braggadocio will cease at my hand. No more of the sound of your voice hitting my ears, no more of your exuberant pomp and circumstance parading about before my eyes, and no more of that exaggerated guffawing you accentuate everything with like a sitcom laugh track.
But I’m going to do more than wipe that smile from your face. Everyone that loves you, my actions are going to scrawl despair on theirs. As your heart stops beating, their hearts will be breaking. And since that smile irks me as much as it does, I may literally wipe it off when I tear it clean off like those mourners will be tearing tissues free from the box. Maybe I’ll sow it onto my tights as a souvenir, maybe I’ll fling it into the crowd like a frisbee, maybe I’ll eat it like it was jerky.
Whatever I do, it’s going to be something that will be welded into everyone’s minds for as long as they draw breath. You bleeding without clotting. You getting tormented without restraint, respite, or reprieve. You taking that last pitiful breath before them. So make what you do tonight memorable. Whether it’s more incessant prattling or you unexpectedly find a backbone in your luggage tonight and decide to actually get your hands dirty, give yourself and the hopeless dreamers one last something to hold onto, because that’s one more thing for me to take away.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, AJ STYLES!
AJ does his signature pose then leans back against the corner, waiting for his partner and opponents to arrive
Tony Chimel: And introducing his partner...
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.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied by The Proletariat Boar and Grado, he is the World Warrior Low Ki!
And introducing their opponents...
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 Intercontinental 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 backward, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
Tony Chimel: And introducing his partner...
The signature sound of the savior of wrestling starts playing but Steen is nowhere to be found, a few moments pass and there's still no Steen but then the titantron surprisingly changes to footage from backstage where we see Kevin Steen clutching his leg as officials surround him in an attempt to help him but he's done, the footage stops when they are too many officials around Steen to see anything and we come back into the ring where AJ has a sadistic smile on his face directed at Dream, Dream realizes that Styles did it and he wants to get a piece of him for that but Styles won't give him the satisfaction, he jumps over to the apron and lets Kaval and Dream go at it
DING DING DING!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the two men who will fight for the European title at Wrestlemania are going to start this, this is going to be good!
The two opponents are already quite familiar with each other and start circling the ring, looking for an opening in each other's defenses and when they can't find any they decide to lock up and Dream almost immediately gets the advantage with a headlock! he cranks that headlock hard and Kaval very quickly starts elbowing Dream in the stomach to make him release it and when he does Kaval throws him to the ropes and when Dream rebounds he drops down but he did it too soon as Dream manages to stop and fall onto him with an elbow! he quickly follows that up by getting a hold of and lifting him into the air before dropping him with a gutwrench suplex! the moment he hits the ground Kaval sits up just for Dream to throw him down and pin him!
Tom Phillips: Does he really think that is enough to end this?
Corey Graves: Every move by Dream is enough to end every match, people only kick out because he lets them.
1..
NO!
Kaval kicks out and Dream gets right back to work, he picks up Kaval and gives him a good forearm smash right into the nose which staggers him, Dream then turns around and charges the ropes and when he rebounds he readies his arm for the Powerline but Kaval ducks under in the last second! Dream's has too much momentum to stop so he rebounds off of the opposite ropes and when he comes back his chest gets a meeting with Kaval's leg as he shoots kick the nipples out of him! after a few kicks Dream falls down to one knee while clutching his chest and Kaval finishes the sequence with a kick to the head that knocks Dream out! Kaval ain't gonna let this opportunity pass and he immediately flips Dream to his stomach before climbing to the top rope to hit the Warrior's Way but Styles tags himself in while he climbs up! Kaval at first doesn't understand what happened as the ref and Styles tell him to get down and out of the ring and when he finally realizes he starts to argue a bit before doing the noble thing and leaving the ring, while they argued Dream managed to get up but he's still very dazed and not aware of his surrounding, which is just the perfect situation for Styles to leap into the air and nail with the Phenomenal Forearm! Dream is out cold and Styles quickly hooks a leg for a pin
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, AJ Styles, and Kaval!
Styles gets his hand raised in victory while Kaval looks on, not happy that he wasn't the one to pin the champ and Revolution moves on
The camera cuts to Buddy Murphy who is walking backstage when Leyton Buzzard steps from behind a crate right into Murphy's path, Buddy stops roll8ng his eyes as he does...
Leyton Buzzard:
Here for a rematch? Sorry pal I am the REIGNING DEFENDING STROLL WITH LEYTON WORLDWIDE champion...
Buddy Murphy:
I don't care about some show the only reason I went on your little stupid show was because--
Leyton puts his hand up signaling stop as Murphy looks angrily at his hand..
The champs gotta stop you right there...
Leyton adjust the strap on his shoulder showing off the title in all its ugliness...
You see the most prestigious title in wrestling right now is across my shoulder, Not yours buddy...
So Champ---
A voice from off screen interrupts Murphy as the Man walks into screen he taps Murphy on the shoulder greeting him...
Murphy looks peeved at Guevara putting his hands on him ..
Sammy Guevara
Fancy seeing you here, oh and look its the champ, Leyton didn't you destroy this loser three weeks ago?
Yeah it was beyond easy for a future Hall of Famer like myself....
Murphy begins to walk away as Guevara exclaims!
Yeah I get an easy return match against Buddy on the pre show of WRESTLEMANIA. You know they say take it easy when returning from injury. This is too easy, but it's what the crowd paid for...
Murphy turns around he raises his fist to Guevara grabbing at his panda sam tshirt.. Sammy goes to block his face for protection...
Murphy thinks it over before using his hand with t-shirt in it to push Guevara over. Murphy waves his other hand signaling they are not worth the effort. The scene fades to elsewhere...
The feed goes backstage where EC3 is standing by.
EC3: Tonight's a big night. the final Revolution before Wrestlemania! You can feel it in the air. Unfortunately, some changes need to be made to the card. As you all saw, DIY took a beating at the hands of the nWo. I've gotten word of their status and it's not looking good. That's why I'm announcing that DIY will no longer be a part of the UWF Tag Team Championship match. So while that's a loss to this company, we've signed more than enough people to make up for it. Be on the lookout and expect some new faces in the coming weeks to make themselves known. Enjoy the rest of the show.
All light in the arena cut out. The people buzz with excitement. On this, the eve of the biggest show of the year, there's a palpable energy in the room that is only exacerbated by this surprising turn of events. Nothing is visible. And yet, it's as clear as day to everyone in the arena that something special is about to happen. The lights suddenly flash back on, revealing a wedding scene has been set up in the ring. They pop big. They pop hard. Finally, it's time! Time for...
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE LOVE!
The iconic line combined with the booming voice can only mean one thing, it's everyone's brother, Brother Love!
Brother Love: And a little bird got into my ear last week and told me this week we're going to have the biggest display of LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE in the history of the UWF and who is better to make this touching connection between two LOOOOOOVE birds official than me? No one! so let me get this thing started
Some of the fans cheer, some of them cry, all are happy that the two young stars have their moment, Love pulls out his signature book and coughs a little before starting
Brother Love: Family, friends, adoring fans. LOOOOOOOVED ones. We are gathered here today, surrounded by the beauty of oily men in underwear and nurtured by the sights and sounds of their pain and agony to celebrate the LOOOOOOOOOOVE of El Desperado and Kyle O'Reilly.
That's a weird way to start the ceremony the crowd thinks to himself but that's ok, Kyle probably wrote that.
Brother Love: You have come here from all the corners of the locker room and the world to share in this commitment now they make to one another, to offer your LOOOOOOOOVE and support to their sacred, beautiful union, and to allow Despy and Kyle to start their married life together surrounded by the people that bought a ticket to the event.
The crowd starts cheering for himself cause smarks, Love gives them a second and then continue talking
Brother Love: Don't cheer for yourself you dummies, cheer for your groom, the Secretary-General Kyle O'Reilly!
The Guess Who's "No Sugar Tonight" aptly welcomes the Diabetic Dragon to the ceremony. While the acoustic intro compliments the matrimonial vibe, the song kicking in really elevates the mood in the arena. It's a perfect night. Kyle O'Reilly walks out, looking nervous as all heck. His Best Man, Palmer Cannon, is right there beside him, but his presence doesn't help much as he's more focused on some paperwork he's still trying to get through.
Ranallo: And here comes the first of our grooms! What an auspicious occasion!
Graves: This is ridiculous. Kyle and Desperado should be doing what they're paid to do - backing up Sweeney and Suzuki. Instead, they're out here like a bunch of
Phillips: Hey Corey. Shut up. It's perfect.
Kyle freezes at the top of the ramp. His eyes dart around suspiciously. His arms hang at his sides like he's confused about what to do with them. He looks from side to side, not entirely sure of himself when he catches the gaze of the wedding DJ. It's Dude Love, of course, who gives young Kyle a thumbs up and then does his weird dance thing to motivate him. The shoe fits. O'Reilly remembers why he's there and makes the walk to the ring, with Cannon close behind.
The UWF's awkwardest son, Kyle O'Reilly, stands handsome at the altar, ready for the most important moment of his life so far. The UWF Universe stands with him.
Brother Love: But a man can't marry himself can he? he has to have someone to LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE and for our Kyle here, it's the masked luchador El Desperado!
Desperado's song starts playing and he comes out, wearing the finest suit a man like him can wear and playing his famous guitar but this time it's not about annoying the fans or about him being smug, it's all about Kyle and as he plays his guitar to the tunes of his song he walks down to the ring while staring right at Kyle and when he reaches the foot of the ramp he stops, puts his guitar down and takes a second to look at the Kyle and everything around him, he walks up the stairs and instead of using the ropes he jumps to the top rope, he adjusts his mask to make sure no one sees his tear and from there he leaps into the middle of the ring, landing right in front of Kyle
Brother Love: Let's get this thing going, Desperado and Kyle, marriage is the promise between two people who LOOOOOVE each other, who trust that LOOOOOVE, who help each other bury the body, and who wish to spend the rest of their lives together. It gives the people a meaning, a meaning you two may have lacked serving under the command of other men, a meaning you'll find rewarding
Despy and Kyle aren't even listening to the Brother and just stare each other in the eyes while Alicia Fox who just appeared somehow sobs down and wipes her nose on Palmer's jacket, he doesn't even notice, he's too busy with last week's paperwork. Also, Daniel Puder makes his way down the ramp. He's the Ring Bearer. Notably, his eyes are sunken, his skin is pale, he's lost somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred pounds and he's covered in dried blood. He also doesn't have a shadow anymore. Were Palmer Cannon paying attention, he'd undoubtedly recognize the curse of the Caribou Skull. But tonight's not about that.
Brother Love: You are adding to your life not only the affection of each other but also the companionship and blessing of deep trust. You are agreeing to share strength, responsibilities, and most importantly, LOOOOOOOVE. Some would say they you need more than LOOOOOOOOVE to make a relationship work, I think they just haven't found their true LOOOOOOOOVE yet but it seems like you two are ok.
Love shuts his book very loudly before leaning close to the mic and announcing
Brother Love: Time for the vows people!
Kyle and Despy start holding each other's hands as the entire crowd bursts into tears, Love then gives the mic to Kyle who pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.
K'OR: Despy. You're like my best friend. But also, like, we kiss sometimes. Even though you're a dude. And... I think... well, no... I feel like that's totally okay. Dude's kissing dudes, I mean. I know pro-wrestling is this totally wild kinda circus where we're just like violent rockstars fighting over gold and all that. Sometimes it's hard to know what's really real, and what's normal. For me, this is real. And normal. And in sickness and health, through the good times and the bad, and even if someday you lose a match to another luchador and have to take off your mask, I'll always love the fuck out of you. No matter what.
Kyle pockets his vows while Love hands the mic off to Despy, who grabs it and just stares at Kyle, in awe of this magnificent beast he found for himself and after a couple of moments he sniffles a little and starts talking without a paper, he's just gonna let the words flow
Despy: Kyle. when I first met you back at that doctor's office, my body wasn't the only thing that got healed, it was my heart too, and it wasn't a doctor that was healing it, it was a Secretary-General, a sexy, kind, loving and funny Secretary-General, a Secretary-General that helps those that faith didn't favor and does it all without expecting anything in return, a Secretary-General that accepts me for who I am and loves me for it, a Secretary-General that instead of insulin, has love in his blood, and most importantly, a Secretary-General that helped me realize who I really love, it's...
Grado: That masked bloke love meh! I knew it was true love and I didn’t realize it!
The Scottish superstar Grado storms out of the curtain, he's ruining the goddam wedding of the year, no, the wedding of the millennium!! Kyle can't contain his and he starts walking tot the ropes facing Grado while threatening to hang him by the neck with his own arms
Grado: Oi stay out of this Diabetes kid, if you so question ask Despy he’ll tell ya he truly luvs meh! We kissed once!
Kyle looks at Despy with disbelief and demands an explanation which Despy is happy to give him.
Despy: No,no,no!! I didn't kiss you and I never really loved you! I was confused!!
Grado at first can't believe it but after a few seconds he realizes that it's the truth and starts whimpering and when that's not enough he gets down on his knees and continues talking
Grado: Don’t say that, Listen now I am on my knees, like a little prayer I wanna take you there!
The Boars comes out and puts a hand on Grado's shoulder as the duo leave, but Boar turns to Despy.
The Proletariat Boar: From one masked man to another I hope you can figure this out, Amigo.
The Boar leaves to comfort his friend as Kyle and Despy get back to their places, they look at each other as Despy finishes his vow
Despy: Just to make it clear, it's you Kyle, you're the one I really love.
Despy lowers the mic whilst continuing to stare at Kyle and while they share that moment Puder gives Brother Love the ring and then immediately collapses but tonight's not about him so it's fine, Brother Love takes the mic from Despy and gives him the ring
Brother Love: Repeat after me, I, El Desperado
Despy: I, El Desperado
Brother Love: give you, Kyle O'Riely this ring
Despy: give you, Kyle O'Riely this ring
Brother Love: as a symbol of my eternal love to you.
Despy: as a symbol of my eternal love to you.
Brother Love: Kyle O'Riley, do you take as this ring as a symbol of El Desperado's eternal love?
KO'R: I.. do.
Brother Love: Then I declare you husband and husband! show us your LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE and kiss!
Despy and Kyle start to make out to the cheers and cries of the crowd and of Alicia Fox, even Palmer stopped doing his paperwork to clap for the newlywed couple, Brother Love sheds a tear before clapping Kyle and Despy on the back and leaving the ring by the stairs, he has a Bar Mitzvah to attend to but just as he's about to walk up the ramp he stops, we're not sure why as the camera is focused on Despy and Kyle but a mere seconds later the cheers and tears are interrupted by an ear-wrecking scream by Alicia Fox!
Ranallo: What in the name of the Gobbledygooker is going on over there?
Phillips: It's... its...
The Horror King has arrived as an uninvited guest, and immediately makes his presence known by cutting down Brother Love like he's a cherry tree. The ax drips with suntanned blood and Alicia Fox faints at the sight of it. Cannon and Puder run for the hills while Vinny rushes the ring. While the fans are unsure what to make of the calamity, Kyle and Despy are totally unaware of what's going on as they stand in the ring making out. It's only too late when Kyle opens his eyes and looks over Despy's shoulder to see Marseglia coming right at the newlywed couple. In an act of chivalry, Kyle pushes Desperado aside, sending him sailing through the ropes and out of the ring as Vinny comes in for the kill. The ax misses a surely fatal blow and finds itself slicing through some wedding cake. Kyle knocks it out of his hands but takes a boot to the stomach for his troubles. Vinny follows up by powerbombing the guy clean through the table where the certificates were just signed.
Phillips: Vinny Marseglia has just assaulted Kyle O'Reilly on his wedding night!
Graves: One by one, he has taken out Sweeney's circle of friends and bodyguards. Come Wrestlemania, there won't be anyone left to help him.
The Secretary-General is writhing in pain on the canvas, while Vinny pulls out a fistful on insulin needles from his pocket. He holds them high in the air for all the world to see. Famously, you only need like two injections a day if you're diabetic by OH MY FREAKING HECK HE JUST STABS THEM ALL - ALL NINE OF THEM - RIGHT INTO KYLE'S SOLAR PLEXUS LIKE HE'S JOHN TRAVOLTA SAVING UMA THURMAN'S LIFE IN PULP FICTION. They medicine sinks into all the wrong places with the cumulative effect of a thousand Z-Packs. Kyle's eyes bulge out of his head as his chemical balance is totally and utterly annihilated. He vomits up blood, and then bile, and then waaaaaaaaay more blood.
Marseglia then scrapes the shivering lad up off the mat, hooks his head and drops with The Shining, knocking him out cold. The two he follows up with after that are just senselessly brutal. Medics rush out from the back to help out, and Vinny seeing that his work is done, leaves the ring behind, a sinister, satisfied smile on his face. He got what he came for.
El Desperado, finally coming to after bonking his head on the way out of the ring, slides under the ropes to check on his lover. He shoves the doctors aside and embraces the probably dead Kyle O'Reilly in arms, weeping and mourning that the most perfect, beautiful night - not only in company history, but in each of their lives, has been destroyed by The Horror King. Fans in the arena and around the world join him in crying about it as the show unceremoniously careens eslewhere.
Sami Zayn: Well that was a little over the top!
Becky Lynch: If you thought that horror show was somethin' jus wait till I get my hands on Naomi tonight.
Sami Zayn: I'm sure you'll do all kinda of things to Naomi but as we heard earlier tonight, DIY is no longer a part of our match. I for one am a bit upset by the news. While we've already proven ourselves against them, it just goes to show how low the nWo will stoop to get what they want.
Becky Lynch: With Miz holding that tag team back though, it seems like an easy win for us.
Sami Zayn: Let's not count our chickens too early Becky, you still have to beat Naomi or else-
Becky Lynch: Please, she's not winnin'. I'd even offer her DIY's place so I can beat her again but that'd just make them easy targets for the nWo and you know they'd go after them because they sure as hell can't beat us. So this message goes out to Chris Jericho and The Miz. Just stay out of our way and everythin' will be fine. Try to step up to Sami and The Man, and I'll knock you flat on your arses.
The scene fades into a room with the camera zoomed in on Kayla Braxton. She's smiling as she begins to speak.
Kayla Braxton: Hello everyone, I'm Kayla Braxton and today I am with… The New Day.
The camera pans out to reveal the New Day who are happily waiting to be interviewed.
Kayla Braxton: A few weeks ago, you three debuted your vignette signifying that you three were on the arrival and here you guys are. One of the best tag teams in the world have came to the UWF, how do you guys feel?
Xavier Woods: I don't know; how do you feel, Kof?
Woods looks over to Kofi.
Kofi Kingston: I feel fantastic. Do you feel fantastic?
Kofi looks over to E
Big E: I feel absolutely fantastic. Do you feel fantastic?
E looks to Xavier
Xavier Woods: Yeah, now that you mention it, I DO feel fantastic. You wanna know why we feel fantastic Kayla?
Kayla happily shrugs as she keeps the microphone on Woods.
Xavier Woods: We feel fantastic because ya bois the
NEW DAY!
are OFFICIALLY declaring ourselves in the WrestleMania Rumble. That's right! All three ya bois. And when one of us wins, all of us win, ain't that right?
Kofi Kingston: That's right, man. The New Day are a PACK! We stick together no matter what, man. We will do everything in our power to come out victorious at Mania, it is out debut match after all, so why not go out there and get the win BAYBEE!
Kayla Braxton: There's some very rough competition in that match, don't you guys feel some doubt?
Big E: Not at all, Kayla! There is threeeee of us. Three means three times more likely to win. We've dealt with the roughest of the rough. Just last week, Woods got in a tug of war with a lady at the grocery store. It was the last pack of Booty-O's cereal. She put up a hell of a fight, but in the end we emerged victorious.
Woods pulls out his battered up box of Booty-O's as all three men nod in approval.
Big E: And we will emerge victorious at Mania becaaaaaussse…
NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!
Xavier Woods: Do it with us now, Kayla!
Kayla awkwardly joins in as the New Day clap along to their chant and the scene moves on.
Buddy's theme 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...
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...
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song starts playing
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel and puts it over his corner a and starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
VS 
DING DING DING
Murphy circles around Suzuki, getting ready to tie up but Minoru wants no part in it. He simply stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed. Murphy gets a bit ticked off by this, wanting to be taken seriously. He goes for a punch, expecting Suzuki to flinch but he doesn't. He stands there with a smirk on his face. Murphy gets pissed by this and this time doesn't feint a punch but throws a fastball right at him and Suzuki gets stunned. He stumbles backwards into the corner where Buddy unloads with punches that seem to rock the UFC Champion.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the head games he was trying to play may come back to haunt him.
Corey Graves: This is all a part of his plan Mauro, let him think he has the upper hand, then he'll strike.
Buddy keeps at it before walks away and yelling to hype himself up. He comes running back with a dropkick in the corner that connects flush with Suzuki's head. He falls to his knees and crawls out of the corner while Murphy exits to the apron and climbs up to the top rope. He patiently waits as Suzuki picks himself up. He turns around and ends up right in the path of Murphy who leaps off and connects with a Meteora! Suzuki's head is driven into the mat and Murphy is quick to make the first pinfall attempt of the match.
1 . . .
2 . . .
A kickout from Suzuki! Buddy picks him up right away and gets him in a pumphandle position. When he picks him up for Murphy's Law, Suzuki manages to slip free behind him and locks in a sleeper hold! Murphy knows he's in trouble and is quick to grab him by the back of the head and throw him forward with a snapmare. Suzuki is in a seated position and so Murphy runs towards the ropes, coming back with a dropkick. Suzuki ducks the attack and grabs Murphy's head as he's going by. He keeps him grounded to the mat with a front facelock before slowly bringing him up. He starts to knee Murphy in the ribs, getting him to kneel over. Suzuki then places his head between his legs and gets ready for the Gotch Style Piledriver but Murphy ends up flipping him over with a back body drop.
Suzuki rushes to his feet only to get taken down with a clothesline. He pops right back up but gets taken down once more. He gets up once more and Murphy goes for another clothesline but Suzuki ducks it and when Murphy turns around, he eats a loud backhand chop to the chest. It stuns him long enough for the UFC Champion to whip him into the ropes but Suzuki follows him over and right as he bounces off the ropes, Suzuki is there to dropkick him and it sends him flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Corey Graves: It doesn't matter if you get an early advantage against someone like Minoru Suzuki. He has the veteran knowledge to wear you down as the match goes on because if you can't beat him in the first five minutes of a match, it becomes more and more difficult to do so.
Tom Phillips: Hey Corey I hear Suzuki might be looking for a new guy to follow him around.
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips!
Suzuki leaves the ring to stay on Murphy. He grabs him and smashes his head against the apron. Murphy walks away after the impact, trying to stay away from the ring and keep away from Suzuki as he tries to regain his edge. Minoru follows him around though and sees him resting against the barricade. Suzuki grabs him and is going to throw him back into the ring but Murphy grabs him and rams him back first into the ring apron! Murphy tosses him back into the ring. Suzuki tries to get back up right away but Murphy comes over with a running swinging neckbreaker! He hooks the leg for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Suzuki kicks out! Murphy looks a little frustrated but makes sure to not let his emotions get the better of him. He grabs Suzuki by the head and brings him back up to a vertical base. He yells in his face "you will respect me" before throwing a punch. Suzuki looks dazed and so Murphy lifts him up for a brainbuster but Suzuki falls behind him and once again locks in a sleeper hold! Murphy goes for a snapmare once again to get him off of him but Suzuki holds on tight and wraps his legs around Murphy to sandbag his body and bring Murphy down to the mat with him. They're in the middle of the ring and with nowhere to go, Murphy tries to elbow him in the ribs. Suzuki just squeezes harder and Murphy's face starts to turn purple. It's not long before his arms fall to his side and the ref has no chance but to call for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Minoru Suzuki!
Suzuki stands up from the body of Buddy Murphy and the referee is too scared to raise the hand of this man. So Suzuki glares at him to scare him more than he was already. Suzuki then smiles and ducks through the ropes, leaving Buddy Murphy to roll out to the outside of the ring.
Tom Phillips: An impressive showing from Minoru Suzuki tonight, gaining some more momentum heading into this match with Adrian Neville on Wrestlemania.
Suzuki then drops down off the apron and begins to head up the ramp with his head held high. He doesn’t make any eye contact with any fan, and walks straight up the ramp. But suddenly he stops for he notices something on the titantron appearing.
The song “Fine Again” by Seether blasts into the arena and it falls into practical darkness. The lyrics ring out and the depressing tone continues to play throughout the arena while Suzuki stands there staring at the titantron.. The images of the titanton play out and an arrival is imminent.
“AND I AM AWARE NOW,
HOW EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE,
ONE DAY TOO LATE,
I’M IN HELL”
As the music of Adrian Neville hits with the main chorus bursting into a more distorted sound, Adrian Neville bursts out of the curtain and instantly eyes down Suzuki standing on the ramp. He slowly walks towards him in an intense setting, and Suzuki steps forward also, in a slow pace.
Five referees from the back come rushing out from the back, knowing things might get a little hectic out here and as Adrian Neville senses the heavy footsteps of the five men running behind him, he jumps up and goes to strike Suzuki, but two referees grab him by the waist. One then stands in front of Neville, another gains a hold on his arms.
Adrian Neville then begins to mouth off and slur at Suzuki, who is standing there with a devil like grin on his face expressing his pure hilarity at the names that Adrian Neville is calling him, some racially based. Suzuki then walks past Neville slurring and shouting at Suzuki like he’s an angry Chihuahua.
Suzuki then heads to the back with the same devil like grin on his face, and the officials begin to ease off Neville slightly, as soon as they begin to release slightly, he shoves one of them back telling them to get off him. Neville then walks off, and continues his entrance.
The camera then cuts over to Suzuki walking backstage, ignoring the various reporters waiting for him, he almost disappears from the frame completely but then a brave reporter jumps forward with a question.
Mr. Suzuki, what do you have to say about what happened between you and Neville last week and this week?
Suzuki stops walking and starts walking back to the interview area, he no longer has the sadistic smile on his face and instead it’s emotionless, we don’t know which is worse
I have nothing to say to you, I say and do everything in the ring, my words are the broken bodies of my opponents, and Larry Sweeney should listen very carefully to what I have to say at Wrestlemania.
Suzuki bursts into the psychopathic laughter we know him for as he leaves the interview area and the camera returns to the ring where Neville is waiting on the apron, where he then climbs through the ropes and then up onto the middle rope, where he stands up on the bottom rope and poses off to the fans.
Neville then steps down off the ropes and then settles down in the corner where he waits for his opponent, Aleister Black to arrive for him to get a real match underway, without any interference from Minoru Suzuk
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!
The match bell rings and Black doesn't hesitate and hits a big jumping knee strike on Neville. Neville gets back up and receives a Kitchen Sink to the gut! Neville falls over onto back and gets into a seated position where Black runs the ropes and runs over the back of Neville and rebounding once more to hit a sliding knee! Black goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT AT TWO!
Mauro Ranallo: Black is not here to mess around, Phillips.
Tom Phillips: Black was looking to make quick work of Neville, here tonight!
Black then begins some jumping knee strikes to the head of Neville. Neville holds his head in pain. Aleister then gets Neville up and hits multiple forearms to the lower jaw of Neville and then goes for a quick snap suplex. Black sits up unamused, as he was expecting some sort of a fight from the anarchist.
Corey Graves: The Black Rose is getting his ass handed to him tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: He must've struck an unseen nerve with Black here tonight.
By the time the commentators finish their thoughts, Black has set Neville up in the corner and begins going for chops to the chest of Neville, and sidekicks to his gut. Black backs up and goes for a double jumping knee strikes, but Neville rolls out of the way and Black's knees combine with the turnbuckle. Black holds one of his knees in pain as he limps around into stiff elbow from Neville that sends him swiveling. With Black's back now facing Neville, Neville takes the opportunity to grab him by the waist and throw him with a nasty German Suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: Neville looking to get back into this!
Tom Phillips: He needs this to rebound here!
Neville gets up and begins to stalk Black. As Black tries to get up, Neville stomps him back down. Neville then deadlifts Black into another German Suplex! Black rolls through and sits down crossed legged. and when Neville gets up and around, he sees Black staring at him. Neville is furious and goes for a running kick, but Black leans backwards and then Kips up! Neville rebounds off the ropes and catches Black with the hurricanrana and works Black into a headlock.
Tom Phillips: Neville slowing down the pace here!
Corey Graves: He's trying to wear out Black here because when Black is on his feet, that's when he's the most lethal.
Neville wrenches hard over the neck of Black trying to make him pass out, but Black doesn't give up as he makes his way to a vertical bases and begins putting fist after fist into Neville's abdomen. Neville lets go and Black goes to Irish whip him, but Neville counters it into one of his own into the corner. Black hits the turnbuckle hard and Neville comes right after him to hit him with a big elbow smash and then a backdrop suplex. Neville laughs as he begins to climb the top rope, but Black catches him in the act, cause with a surge of momentum, he hits Neville with a top rope monkey flip!
Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GOODNESS! LOOK, NEVILLE LANDED ON HIS FEET!
Corey Graves: He is the man gravity forgot. He still uses that tagline, doesn't he?
As Graves wonders to himself if Neville is still the man gravity forgot, Black and Neville are both staring each other down. Both men run into each other and start brawling with one another, both hitting fists at each other to nothing but a stalemate. Black gets tired of this and goes for a low sweep taking Neville off his feet. He then jumps on Neville with a double foot stomp and springboards off the ropes to his a moonsault! Black covers!
ONE!
TWO!
T-
KICK OUT AT TWO!
Black rubs his face in frustration, but doesn't rest on it too long as he gets to his feet and places his foot underneath Neville's chin.
Tom Phillips: He's looking for the "Black Mass" here!
Once Neville is groggily on his feet, Black goes for the Black Mass! But catches nothing but air as he sees Neville wisely roll out of the ring. Black shakes his head as he waits for Neville to get back in.
Corey Graves: Wisely getting out of that situation there. Good for Neville, he shouldn't have to deal with this! He has a marquee match against Suzuki at SummerSlam! He should save all his energy.
Tom Phillips: It's the match EC3 gave him and it's the match he should win as it would be great momentum for Neville.
ONE!
The ref begins the count and Neville starts to climb the ropes, but hesitates as he doesn't want Black to have the high ground. "HOLD HIM BACK! TELL HIM TO STAY BACK!" He yells at the ref. Black has his hands up as if he isn't going to do anything and to prove it, sits down crossed legged to show he's vulnerable, but also to get in Neville's head. Neville angrily climbs the ropes and begins to get back in which prompts Black to get on his feet.
TWO!
Neville jumps back down and holds his head in frustration.
THREE!
FOUR!
Neville paces back and forth as Black just stares at him emotionless, keeping his cool.
FIVE!
SIX!
"SCREW THIS SHITE! YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT!" Neville yells. He turns his back on the match and begins to go up the ramp as the crowd heavily boo him for flaking out.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Mauro Ranallo: NOT LIKE THIS!
Corey Graves: Neville has better things to do than waste his time with this wannabe Satanist.
TEN!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNER BY WAY OF COUNTOUT… ALEISTER BLACK!
Black stares at Neville who is looking angrily at him. Neville still throwing a bit of a fit as he heads to the back and Aleister gets up so he can get his hand raised by the referee.
Tom Phillips: Much needed win here for Black going into his Mania match. Neville taking the walk as he believes "Black isn't worth it".
Corey Graves: And he's right. Black is not worth it. Neville is making a name for himself here, his stardom is too big for him to even have Black breathe the same air as him. Good for Neville!
As the commentators bicker, Revolution rolls on.
Samoa Joe:
The Bloodline, people have inquired as to why we targeted these men and until now we've kept it close to the vest. Well for all the inquisitive individuals I'll gladly inform you of why oh why we've chosen these men to face our wrath, but first I ask you all...do you know why these men are called "The Bloodline"? Of course you do, everyone knows, you see they belong to the Royal Samoan Bloodline. What makes it so illustrious, is the simple fact that our industry have raised them upon this pedestal. And from on high the great Samoan Family Bloodline runs through generations of our business, so much so that you are automatically guaranteed a wrestling television spot. Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Sons, Fathers, Daughters, Uncles, Grandfathers, Great-Grandfathers, if you're in the family you are automatically given a shot. It's why the incompetence spewing from the mouth of Jimmy and Jey Uso on a weekly basis has yet to play a factor in their spots. Nepotism should be the Bloodlines real name, and that is precisely our problem.
Joe flares his nostril as he continues on.
Roman Reigns was still in his football cleats when he was given his first shot, and he spent about 20 minutes in developmental before he was brought up. Now he's in the UWF, because he's part of the bloodline. Jimmy and Jey Uso always have a job in the UWF, is it because of how Great they are? no...is it because of the skill they have attained because of all the opportunities handed to them? No. It is simply because they are part of the bloodline. Me, I started off from the bottom on my own. And I built myself up through every company that would hire me, I collected five star matches, championship belts, and broken bodies for years. And I only get offers from UWF when they need rosters filled up, the first time it was to fill a starting up Tag Team Division which I conquered. The second time around it was to fill up the experiment known as Resistance, but I learned in between those two situations and added a few things to my contract. And in their haste to get names on the roster, they agreed to it. That's how I'm still around today, that's how the two men beside me are here today. Because the fact of the matter is, I'm not part of the Bloodline, so they can't associate Samoa Joe with their big name Samoans.
Joe adjust his suit with a smirk on his face.
These two men are far and away one of the greatest tag teams in the world, the Ultimate Wrestling Federation is supposed to host the Best of the Best...and yet Jimmy and Jey Uso have been here for Years and these two men were Never even Considered to be hired until I brought them in. That is a travesty, that is injustice, that is a Wrong that we are here to right. And I could think of no grander way to right it, than at Wrestlemania. And not only will that be rectified, but it will be a big step towards what we are here to do. When I say we are here to take over, quite simply we're here to take. Period. Take away what exactly? Everything. That doesn't end in leather belts and gold, that list doesn't stop with victories. When I say we will take Everything, I mean we will take your peace of mind, your order of things, your outlook on life, and your precious view of the world. From now on, people on this roster will look over their shoulder...not to try and catch us before we get to them, but just so they can know when exactly their number has been called. Everyone looks at this Bloodline as THE family of wrestling and we will kill that very essence. Everything you love and know is going to be taken from you, in favor of Reality...a Reality where the very fear of being put to sleep will subside, in favor of recognized that is in that very sleep that lies your reprieve from what we are capable of. The Bloodline are lucky, they will be put to sleep quickly, they will bare witness to the new reality of this company before most. So prepare yourselves...because Joe is gonna Kill you, but G.O.D. is here to Own you.
Jimmy: i lost to AJ styles last week and as expected you're happy about it, however, at Wrestlemania i'll win that battle royal and get that prize that EC3 mentioned and also, i'll show you, at Wrestlemania, before that battle royal begins that i always win something in my matches, even when i lose
DING DING DING
Corey Graves: "Why are these two even taking up time in my day?
Tom Phillips: ": Like it or not these two can still wrestle unlike someone I know...
Becky looks around the crowd as the whole arena continued to sing along to Becky Lynch's theme, Naomi takes a moment to point to the crowd as the two women circle the ring, They move towards each other with speed, they lock arms as Lynch begins to lean over Naomi as she falls to one knee. Lynch sends up a boot to the abdomen. Naomi's head gets yanked between the arm and chest of Lynch, Naomi is lifted into the air on a vertical base, Lynch steps forward as Naomi moves her legs to the back. Naomi's head rolls from the arms of Becky , she falls to the ground landing on her legs. Naomi's legs spread out into a splits, Lynch with no time to react has her legs split. Naomi grabs the legs of Lynch pulling her to her back. Naomi pushes the shoulders of Lynch right into the canvas. Naomi's legs scrambling to get a footing as the referee rushes to count the pin...
Mauro Ranallo: "What athleticism shown by Naomi with the leg splits into a backside pin attempt!
One!
Two!
The...
BECKY powers out at 2.7...
Tom Phillips: "Becky almost got caught there...
Naomi stumbles onto her feet as Becky tries to get to her feet as quickly as possible, Becky stumbles on her feet into the the turn buckle, Naomi quickly runs towards Becky realising this vulnerability, Naomi jumps turning her rear to Lynch splitting her legs mid air with impressive agility, Becky quickly falls to the canvas rolling under the ropes to the apron as Naomi plants back first into turnbuckle getting caught leg either side of the ropes...
Tom Phillips: "Naomi all tied up in the ropes off the rear view attempt...
Corey Graves: "Lynch looks like she is having ideas...
Lynch stands up on the apron before grabbing the arm of Naomi, Becky pulls the arm to the side of her, Lynch moves to the steel steps keeping the arm torqing it back behind their back. Becky quickly jumping off the steps bringing Naomi's shoulder bent over the steel post....
Mauro Ranallo: "How is her arm not in two!
Becky smiles as the crowd audibly gasp, Lynch still having the arm in her hands as she climbs up the steel steps. Becky gets up on the apron as she twist the arm fully round, Naomi unable to react due to the pain on the left arm. Becky keeps hold of the arm as she uses her opposite hand to jump over the top rope. Becky looks around before yanking the arm right from its socket causing Naomi to scramble wildly unable to release her hand. Becky uses both arms to whip Naomi across the ring. She crashes left arm first into opposite turn buckle. Naomi bounces off hard as she turn around, Lynch ducks her head underneath her arm, The leg is lifted as Lynch falls backwards launching Naomi across the ring....
Tom Phillips: "The all out assault to the left arm of Naomi...
Corey Graves: "That's called tactical thinking Tom she is softening the arm for the disarmher
Lynch pops to her feet as the crowd are goimg wild, Lynch looks to Naomi who is on her stomach trying to get to her hands and knees, Naomi having trouble placing weight on the left arm as Lynch hanks the arm from under her as she turns around, Becky sits down on the back of Noami attempting to put pressure pn the shoulder by pulling back the arm. Naomi uses her knees and right arm to push herself up. Lynch still trying to lock the arm. Naomi hanks on her left hand giving it the stength to release Becky's grip. Naomi as soon as she is free runs to the ropes, Becky turns quickly to Naomi to be met with a jumping hip attack...
Mauro Ranallo: "Naomi now has Lynch im her Rear View, Singing momentum in her favour big time...
Naomi drags Lynch into the corner diagonally across from the turn buckle, She steps over the body before looking back and using her upper body strength to lift herself up, she places both legs on the top rope as she begins to push off the top rope, Lynch raises both her knees up, Naomi quickly adjust her trajectory as she sends both legs out straight before launching straight off landing on her to feet...
Tom Phillips: "Naomi with the awareness to avoid the reversal from Lynch...
Lynch realising the situation moves to her feet with speed. Naomi swings around her leg which Becky ducks, Naomi realising this keeps spinning around before connecting right to the jaw of Lynch. Becky falls down to her back after a small adjustment Naomi uses her arms to pull her legs over the top rope before using them to spin herself around crashing hard into the Man. Naomi uses her right hand to hook the right leg as she attempts a pin...
Tom Phillips:"Second times the charm...
One!
Corey Graves: "What is this Lunches leg is on the rope! Who pays these referees they should be paid less and give that saved money to someone who deserves it, Me!
Two!
Th!
The referees hand is stopped mid motion as he looks to see Lynch with her left foot over the bottom rope...
Corey Graves: "Took them long enough to realize geez
Naomi argues with the referee before taking understanding, Naomi turns to Lynch who rest on arms to keep her upper body off the ground Lynch's grin going from ear to ear with the annoyance she caused ....
Tom Phillips: "Lynch sees the funny side. I don't think Naomi does though...
Naomi places her head under the knee of Lynch who is taking by surprise, Naomi moves them closer to the center of the ring. Naomigoes for the right arm of Lynch. Naomi locks it in as she finches back on the hold. Lunches face turns to the look of agony as Naomi pulls back....
Tom Phillips: "Lynch could tap here.. proves her right to not be cocky all the time...
Becky looks to be about to tap as she gets her leg free. Becky moves her leg over the arm Naomi was using ti cinch the arm in position, Naomi is unable to react as Lynch moves around with both legs around the arm of Naomi. Lynch pulls back on the arm as Naomi flattens out on the mat trying to get the arm free. Lynch cinches back almost snapping the arm from it's joint..
Mauro Ranallo:"Disarmher! Disarmher! It's locked on...
Naomi tries one last time to push her body up but is met with more resistance from Lynch who begins to cinch back even more. Naomi has no choice but to tap. The referee calls for the bell as Lynch releases the hold...
DING DING DING
Tom Phillips: "Naomi taps it's over!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Becky Lynch!
Becky celebrates in the ring while the feed fades out.
The feed abruptly changes to what looks like a very different show as a screen-sweep takes us to an idyllic Hollywood mansion setting.
HOLLYWOOD, CALIF. - CASA DE ROCKSTAR SPUD
A series of sweeping shots show us the grounds before a camera takes us to the front foyer where a man who is very obviously a former UWF International Champion in a half-assed and shitty disguise is standing by.
"ROLF WIGGLER"
Good afternoon. My name is Rolf Wiggler, five-time Sleuthy Award Runner-Up for Best Investigative Journalist and longtime rival of Scoops McCallahan, and today I come to you live from the residence of former UWF General Manager Rockstar Sp-- err... Drake Maverick. Drake, thanks for welcoming us into your home today.
As the camera pans past "Rolf" to look down a hallway, Drake can be seen in the kitchen at the end, tossing a bunch of stuff into a Vitamix blender. He's seemingly disinterested in the camera and only grunts in response as he upends what remains of a mickey of rum into the blender that currently contains chopped-up bananas, greek yogurt and chocolate ice cream, then puts the lid on and turns it on. The blender roars, "Rolf" walks down the corridor with the camera in tow, and Drake turns his focus to some cold bacon on his counter that was probably cooked a day ago, picking a piece up and nibbling on it. It's soft and floppy, the way he and most other heathens like it. After chewing thoughtfully on the bacon, Drake moves to the blender, flicks it off, opens the cannister and pours it into a large Big Gulp 40-ounce cup, then noisily slurps away at it in an obnoxious sort of way. "Rolf" approaches with a pen he's pretending is a microphone.
Drake, it's been a few weeks since you were unceremoniously fired as General Manager of Revolution and the biggest question in the UWF Universe today has nothing to do with you, but one of the many smaller questions is what has Drake Maverick been up to since he departed the company?
Drake looks down at the pen, then at "Rolf," before taking another sad slurp of his alcoholic smoothie. He belches and the stench of several hard days of binge drinking wafts over "Rolf" and the cameraman, who both have to hold in an urge to vomit. Then he speaks, in a slurred sort of way.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Le's get somethin' straight Zig...
It's Wig.
...I wasn' fired, I quit.
"Rolf" seems to nod, but the expression on his face clearly betrays his disbelief. Drake scratches his five o'clock shadow and pulls up his mustard-stained boxer shorts.
Be that as it may, Dra--
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Rolf" and the camera turn simultaneously to look at the door. Maverick doesn't react to the noise. It comes again.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The delay between each knock is... well, unnerving, a little bit. Drake takes another slurp of his smoothie. "Rolf" turns toward him.
Aren't you going to answer tha--
CRASH!
The door collapses inward onto the floor, at least one hundred pounds of solid oak landing hard on the marble tile. There's an inexplicable smoke billowing in from the clear-skied outdoors. And then a shape steps in through the open portal, at once silhouetted and concealed by the smoke. A hand moves up to what must be the figure's face. It removes something and tosses it down the hallway. A pair of aviators skitter along, coming to a stop right in front of "Rolf." And then the shape walks in, his face coming into view at last, caught on the camera. He's inexplicably still wearing another pair of aviators, as well as some extremely ill-fitting security gear. A breeze suddenly flares up, tossing his perfect brunette locks behind him. He grins, and he speaks:
John Morrison: I need to talk to the man in charge.
Maddeningly, the feed moves on.
Revolution returns from commercial break and the viewers are met with an unfamiliar face sat in an armchair. The individual in question looks right towards the lens and adopts an incredibly smug grin before addressing the audience.
Noam Dar
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the debut ed... Ye know what, that sounds way too formal man. I mean it sounds like I'm about tae start an auction sale or something, it just doesnae' sound right tae me, gonna start again?
The camera cuts briefly and begins rolling again.
Noam Dar
Hello everybody, and welcome tae my brand new show, it's called Da... In fact looking at the rest of that I'd say that's even worse! I'm trying tae make a good first impression here! No too formal, and no too casual either, just the right blend of the two, can ye handle that pal!?
The viewers appear to have caught on that this individual is trying to present them with information from a teleprompter, but appears to be encountering a few technical difficulties in doing so. The camera briefly cuts again and another new take follows
Noam Dar
How's it going boys and girls! Allow me the pleasure of welcoming you along tae the very first edition of Dafty Of The Day, wae me, Noam Dar! Now with Wrestlemania just over a week away, the dafty competition has been really heating up. In fact, the levels of dafty-ness on display have been so high that the esteemed judging panel have been unable tae pick out one sole dafty for the top prize, therefore for one night only, the award will be shared by not one, not two, but three different recipients!
The now established Noam Dar pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket and examines it before continuing.
Noam Dar
So let's start with dafty number one, and that would be yer current UWF Triple Champion, Larry Sweeney! I mean everything about that boy fae the way he talks tae the way he degrades the broon shades just screams creepy uncle, ye know, the kind that yer scared tae leave yer kids alone wae! Last week Hall and Nash finally got wind of what this boy was all about and decided tae bolt. Smart men. They're no dafty's...yet!
Noam Dar
Moving on tae number two, and it's creepy uncle's opponent at Wrestlemania, Vinny Marse... Vinny Marseglow... Vinny Margio... Ken what, I'm gonnae call him Vinny Marshall fae now on, cause one of the very the reasons he's on this list in the first place is cause he's got a dafty last name! And as well as that he's also got one of the worst hairdos I've ever seen man! I mean it looks like the sort of thing ye should be cleanin' yer dirty kitchen sink wae! Get it sorted, ya dafty!
Noam Dar
And last but not least, the third and final dafty is you, the collective UWF fanbase! With a special mention to those of you in particular that decided to buy a ticket for Wrestlemania at Wembley Stadium next week, because you guys are undoubtedly the standout dafty's!
The unfair dig draws a mild swarm of boos from the Revolution crowd in the distance as Dar continues.
Noam Dar
Why is that exactly? Oh, because you're the ones who will have likely overpaid for a ticket that really ye can't even afford! Whilst there you'll also ending up paying £45 for a t-shirt with yer favourite wrestler's catchphrase on it, knowing full well that said wrestler really doesn't care about you in the slightest! And then to tap it all off, you'll then fork out another £5 for a pie, just to fully prove that you've got zero understanding of what represents good value for money! But once Wrestlemania has been and gone, this foolish behaviour will become a thing of the past! Ye see I've come tae the UWF with one simple mission, tae rid it of all the dafty's, numpties, eejits and idiots that have lingered around like a bad smell for far too long! So enjoy what's left of the UWF as you know it folks, because after June 2nd, everything is going to change!
Dar finishes with a sarcastic wave goodbye as the camera feed cuts out.
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.
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
The titantron flashes the words in neon colouring as Icky Thump blasts through the PA. Hard Times are coming. The first and only ever Triple Champion struts out on the ramp, smiling from ear to ear. A stunning pink boa decorates his neck, he's wearing shades inside and his boots are made for walkin'. He's the tallest cigarette in the pack. If looks could kill, the match would already be over. He's Larry Sweeney - the new face of classic professional wrestling.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... weighing in at Championship Weight... from Chicago, Illionis... Larry Sweeney!
As Sweeney is taking off his robe and and title, the ref calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Jericho comes running out of the corner dropkicks Sweeney as he still has his back turned, placing his robe in the corner! Sweeney's head hits the second turnbuckles and Jericho quickly rolls him up!
Corey Graves: What the hell is this!
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Sweeney gets the shoulder up at the last second! Jericho stomps away at him, maybe taking out some frustrations since he hasn't been able to defeat him. He grabs him by the head and picks him up, whipping him across the ring to the opposite corner. Jericho runs after him but gets met with a back elbow, courtesy of Sweeney. Larry uses the space to prop himself up into the middle rope. He comes off with an double axe handle to the top of Jericho's head that stuns him. Sweeney then grabs him and throws him back with a suplex into the corner, Jericho's legs connecting with the turnbuckles. Sweeney drags his body away from the ropes and goes for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Kick out by Jericho! Sweeney looks a little angered by this, mainly because of how he was attacked right at the start of the match. He grabs a fistful of Jericho's hair and pulls him back up to a vertical base. He yells in his face about attacking him before he's ready. He pulls back for a big punch but Jericho ducks under and comes back with a chop that echoes throughout the arena. Sweeney is stunned by this but Jericho keeps the pressure on with chop after chop, backing him into the corner. From there, Chris climbs up to the middle rope and gives the fans the classic 10 count punch. He the fans chant along with every hit until he reached 9, soaks it in before hitting that final blow. Sweeney is dazed and comes hobbling out of the corner. Jericho grabs him and performs a northern lights suplex, bridging with it to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Sweeney kicks out! Jericho sits up on his knees while Sweeney rolls to the outside to catch a breather.
Tom Phillips: And look at our glorious champion, running away.
Corey Graves: What are you talking about Phillips? It's called strategy and he needs to use his wits if he's going to beat a cheater like Chris Jericho/
Tom Phillips: The bell rang-
Corey Graves: So what! He wasn't ready and Jericho knew that!
Jericho gets to his feet and notices Sweeney resting against the ring. He runs over with a baseball slide but Larry was just lying in wait, moving out of the way and when Jericho slides all the way out, he gets leveled with a lariat! Sweet N' Sour quickly picks him up and tosses him into the steel steps! Not yet satisfied, the UWF Champion picks him back up and brings him over to the barricade. He lifts Chris up for a suplex before dropping him forward onto the barricade! All the wind gets taken out of his lungs and Sweeney tosses him back into the ring. Jericho isn't out though as he's crawling around, trying to breath. Sweeney takes advantage by lifting him up just enough to place his head between his legs and hits a piledriver! He rolls Chris over and makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Another kickout from Jericho! Sweeney gets back to his feet and just starts stomping on Jericho, hitting every body part as he circles around him. He finishes it off with a falling fist drop to the face that makes Jericho sit up and grab his nose. Sweeney runs to the ropes in front of him and comes back with a low dropkick but Jericho falls back and dodges the hit. Sweeney ends up landing on his face and Jericho quickly gets up, running to the ropes and connecting with a basement dropkick of his own! Y2J immediately gets back to his feet and heads to the apron, proceeding to climb up to the top rope. Sweeney doesn't know what's going on and as he gets up and turns around, he gets toppled over with a diving back elbow.
Sweeney holds his face once more, kicking his feet around from the pain but Jericho ends up grabbing his feet. He's setting him up for the walls but Larry scurries to the ropes to break up the hold. Jericho tries to pull him away but the ref reaches a count of 4 before he can do it. He let's go while Sweeney exits to the apron and uses the ropes to get back up so the ref has to keep Jericho at bay. Chris gets tired of this and walks past the ref, trying to get after Sweeney but Larry hits him with a shoulder thrust through the middle rope. Sweeney then grabs his head and pulls him through the ropes, sticking his head between his legs and looking down at the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, he can't be thinking of doing a pilediver to the outside!?
Corey Graves: Do it Sweeney! Send that wannabe rockstar back into early retirement!
Sweeney tries to lift him up but Jericho is fighting him the whole way through, knowing just how much danger he's in. Jericho is instead able to lift Larry up and dump him back inside the ring with a back body drop. The UWF Champion is slowly coming to as Jericho stalks him, waiting to strike with a Codebreaker. He makes a move forward but Sweeney catches him with a thumb to the eye! Jericho turns away from him, blinded by the attack and with his back turned, Sweeney is able to take advantage by grabbing his head and hitting the hangman's neckbreaker before transitioning into a DDT for the 68' Comeback Special! He makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!
Sweeney celebrates in the ring when suddenly the lights go out.
Corey Graves: No! Sweeney get out of there!
The lights pop back on an Marseglia is in the ring with his axe, still red from earlier tonight. However, Sweeney is nowhere to be seen. Marseglia looks around from side to side, a bit surprised himself to not see him. Sweeney ends up coming out from under the ring behind him. He slides into the ring and with the title in hand, he blasts Vinny in the back of the head! Marseglia falls and Sweeney turns him over, grabbing both arms and just starts stomping down on his chest.
Mauro Ranallo: He's going to cave in his chest and stop his heart right now!
After weeks of being tormented by Marseglia, Sweeney is finally getting his revenge. Once he's done stomping away he kicks Vinny out of the ring and exits with him. He walks over to the announcers table and takes off the covering. He takes Vinny and places him on the table and starts choking him out with his bare hands to deal more damage. Once satisfied, he jumps onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. He has the UWF Championship in hand and moves it underneath his arm. Next thing you know he leaps off with the 12 Large Elbow, driving the UWF Championship through the heart of Marseglia and the table crumbling beneath them!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! This is just a taste of what we could see in the Last Heart Beating match at Wrestlemania!
Vinny doesn't move underneath the rubble but Sweeney stands over him and raises the UWF Champion to a loud chorus of boos. It's the final image we see as the feed fades out.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Hall vs Ciampa - Semi
Dream/Steen vs Styles/Kaval - Bodor
Neville vs Black - Max
Naomi vs Becky - Jye
Show vs Hurricane - Dresden
Suzuki vs Murphy, Jericho vs Sweeney - Danny
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