IWA Revolution: Episode #9
Location: Birmingham, Alabama
Location: Birmingham, Alabama
Michael Cole: Welcome to Revolution ladies & gentlemen! We are at a sold out Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Center in downtown Birmingham, Alabama where tonight, we bring you the fallout of a huge PPV in Uprising, and what a show Josh!
Josh Matthews: What a show indeed Michael! We saw victories for Nightmare Madness, Archer Black and KayFabulous!
Michael Cole: Plus, The Infection are STILL the IWA Tag Team Champions after they defeated Extremely Lethal in a hell of a fight!
Josh Matthews: Extremely Lethal pushed Infection all the way and got a deserved standing ovation after the match!
Michael Cole: But what about our Endurance Championship match Josh? We have a NEW Champion!
Josh Matthews: Oscar Layman managed to dethrone Darius in a hell of a match- but he can thank Archer Black for the assist!
Michael Cole: Or perhaps he should thank another man, because at Uprising- Mr. Smyth returned after the match to confront the man who put him out of action at Night of Legends, Darius!
Josh Matthews: Well unfortunately, Oscar Layman isn’t here tonight. He took on the role of O-Boy after Uprising and is still partying. Hopefully, he’ll be back next week! But we are expecting to hear from both Darius- who will be in action tonight- and Mr. Smyth is here in the building tonight!
The new music surprises the fans in attendance- who begin to boo loudly as the General Manager David Ryan walks onto the stage.
Michael Cole: And the one match we haven’t spoken about was our main event! This man, David Ryan- our General Manager was the man in the middle of a hellacious triple threat match between Mr. Blood and Mr. Black, the co-IWA Champions, and KJ Punk.
Josh Matthews: And Punk had that match won, but Ryan didn’t count the pin! He then counted a pin for Black Blooded to retain after a beatdown! I wonder what he has to say!
Ryan walks down the ramp with a bit of swagger, before climbing up the steps and standing on the apron. He looks around at the crowd before climbing into the ring and asking for a microphone- something he swiftly gets. He goes to speak but a ‘You Screwed Punk’ chant begins.
David Ryan: You’re damn right I did.
The fans boo loudly.
David Ryan: For months, all I have heard from everybody was how boring I was, how I had no personality, how I was on the show too much. I got a bit sick of it. None of the people decided to appreciate the creative gifts I had given them- none of them were able to take that their precious KJ Punk hadn’t won the IWA Championship.
How I had made the call to allow Black Blooded to become co-IWA Champions, which was revolutionary, excuse the pun.
The fans continue to boo and a KJ Punk chant is heard.
David Ryan: So what did I do? I bowed down to all of you. I changed my mind and announced a re-match but that was the night I decided. Black Blooded being the co-IWA Champions was my call and you people were the problem. You people didn’t understand that it was the right call.
So I made myself the special guest referee and I got myself a plan. Over the past few weeks, I have built Revolution into a much better show- all by myself! I brought Erebus in to take out that fat son of a bitch Captain Amazing. I brought Mr. Smyth back- because that is what’s best for business! I am making the right calls.
The fans go into a frenzy of booing for the name drops.
David Ryan: So last week at Uprising, I made the right call. I made the right call by not counting KJ Punk’s count and allowing Black Blooded to continue as the co-IWA Champions!
Ryan goes to speak again but he’s interrupted...
Punk sprints down the ramp as the crowd explodes! Punk slides under the bottom rope and immediately forces Ryan into a corner. KJ grabs Ryan by the collar of his sports coat as Ryan lifts the microphone up and KJ can be heard.
Punk: Right call?!? How about the wrong call you worthless piece of shit! Where I’m from, you get what you earn. I earned the IWA Championship at Uprising. I had the match won, one two three. That was my time to undo your wrong doing. I was gonna be the champion but you took it away from me!
Ryan looks down frightened by the fire in Punk’s eyes. KJ slaps him across the face to get his attention.
Punk: Look at me when I’m talking to you! Hell, if that match has earned me anything besides the IWA Championship, it’s at least earned me a damn explanation. That’s the least you can do for me and all these people here!
Ryan opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak.
Punk: That’s not a good enough!
KJ doesn’t allow him to say anything before he pushes Ryan to a huge pop! Ryan fallsinto the turnbuckle as KJ Punk gets ready to start laying in more shots but the roar of motorcycles fill the arena. Black Blooded ride out, the fans changing abruptly from cheering KJ Punk on to booing the bikers as they ride down the ramp, KJ Punk stopping his assault on the GM as he warily eyes the men circling the ring on their bikes like sharks smelling blood. They stop in front of the commentary desk, each man dismounting and demanding a microphone before stepping into the ring, David Ryan looking from them back to Punk, and, making the smart decision, backs out of the way and to a corner of the ring.
Mr. Blood: Earned? Boy all the hell you earned is a one-way trip to the end of the fucking line. You know why we still have the fucking title boy? You wanna know the real reason? Because we fucking know how this goddamn game is played. Your Naive fucking bullshit has gotten you nothing but your ass beat, time after time, yet you still wanna fucking walk out here like you fucking accomplished something?
Mr. Black: Fucking Moron.
Mr. Blood: So tell you what, why don't you go ahead and apologize to the bossman here for messin his suit up. and get your pansy fucking ass up on out of our ring. The Dominant Predators came here to celebrate, not deal with your pansy-ass bitching and moaning. We're out here to congragulate Davey boy here on making the right decision for business.
Mr. Black: Damn right
Mr. Blood: Far as I can tell, you ain't worth the wad the milkman wasted to make you. You have been weighed, measured, and guess what fuckstick? You just can't equal our fucking greatness. We are the Greatest goddamn thing to happen to this shithole company, we fucking are Revolution. This is our show, and not you, these dickhead backwards ass sister-fucking redneck fans, or anyone else can fucking stop us.
???: Excuse me Gentlemen.. if I may interject for a moment..
The crowd grows deathly silent as Jarvis Cole walks out onto the stage with an almost sincere smile on his face. He is accompanied by no music and walks to the ring in his own time. Cole climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes before raising a hand to Black Blooded who stares holes through him.