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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:15:02 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Behind Bars! Live! From Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington! 2/24/08As the time ticks away, its nears closer and closer to seven o' clock. Millions of people around the world begin turning their televisions on, getting ready to watch what is sure to be one hell of a show. The clock strikes twelve. What was once static is now overtaken by the logo of Saturday Night's Main Event Wrestling wiping across the screen. The logo slowly fades away as a video begins to play, highlighting everything leading up to this one night. As Mad at Gravity's "Burn" begins to blare, the screen shatters taking us live to Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington! With over fifty-thousand strong, screaming their heads off, the camera pans around the arena. We look over to the stage, set up like the cement walls of a prison, shattered wide open. Prison cell doors are set up, where the superstars will make their entrance. As pyrotechnics begin to explode across the stage and throughout the arena, we are taken over to Joey Styles and Austin Owens.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SNME Behind Bars! We're live from Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington. And I'm telling you, the atmosphere in this building tonight is incredible!
Owens: Joey, eith each pay-per-view we do, it starts hitting home for that Wrestle Fest feel. Afterall, it's only two months until Wrestle Fest Two!
Styles: Well, Wrestle Fest is months away. Behind Bars is tonight! And I'm telling you... You think you've seen some of the biggest moments in SNME?
Owens: You ain't seen nothing yet. Just take a look above the ring. That right there, my friends, is the Hell in the Cell. And tonight two men are going to fight for one thing... The World Heavyweight Championship!
Styles: But that isn't all we've got. We're going to see Sam X and The Roy, fighting it out in an I Quit match for the Intercontinental Championship.
Owens: Joey, how can you forget Prison Break?
Styles: Who says I forgot? I was just about to talk about it...
Owens: Well it's too late now, the first match is about to start! "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson* vs. "Insane" Shane Whelan (Custom Championship!) [/i][/b] “Almost Easy” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over the sound system. The lights slightly dim, a single spotlight shining upon the stage. Through the curtain Shane Whelan steps out. He looks from left to right, looking on at the thousands upon thousands of fans, some cheer and some booing.Finkel: The opening match of the evening is scheduled for one-fall and is for the Custom Championship. First, the challenger... Hailing from Wildwood Crest, New Jersey... He weighs in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds and stands at six feet and six inches... He is "Insane" Shane Whelan!Whelan slowly makes his way down the ramp, coky as ever. He slaps hands with a few lucky laides who seem to be in love with him. He quickly runs up the steps, entering the ring. Whelan runs to the corner, climbing to the middle rope. He looks around at the sea of fans, showing them that tonight the Custom Championship will be his. He then points to his tattoo, smiling. As Whelan climbs down, the arena goes pitch black...
Lasers shoot all over the arena, shining brightly. Fog starts to pour from the tunnel, spilling out onto the stage. The multicolored lasers suddenly shine onto the stage, casting the outline of the Custom Champ, "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson upon the ramp. With a look of intensity upon his face, Danielson stands on the stage, bouncing on his feet. He looks to the ring, never taking his eyes from Whelan.Finkel: And now... The Custom Champion... He hails from Aberdeen, Washington... He weighs in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds and stands at five feet and ten inches... He is the "American Dragon"... Bryan Danielson!Danielson slowly makes his way down the ramp, focused as ever. He extends his hands to a few fans, showing his appreciation. As he reaches the ring, he stops, looking up at Whelan. Whelan looks down at him in return, taunting him to enter the ring. Danielson slowly walks up the steps, his red, white, and blue tights displayed for the thousands to see. Danielson slowly climbs into the ring, his eyes still focused on Whelan. He then unstraps his Custom Championship, handing it to the referee. The referee shows it to Whelan and then holds it up for everyone to see. As both men stand in their corner, the referee calls for the bell..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Shane and Danielson stalk each other, looking for an opportunity to lock up. The two jolt forward, getting each other in an collar elbow tie up. Shane overpowers Bryan into a standing side headlock, but Danielson slips out of it and pushes Whelan against the ropes. Shane bounces off, and comes rebounding back with a shoulder block, knocking Bryan down. Shane bounces off the ropes parallel to Danielson, and goes for an elbow drop, but Dragon rolls out of the way, causing Whelan to crash onto the mat. Bryan takes his opportunity to roll Shane up with an Oklahoma Roll!“One... Two...”Shane quickly kicks out, rising to his feet. Danielson smiles across the ring at Whelan, letting him know that this isn't going to be an easy process if he wants to beat him. Shane nods his head at Whelan. The two slowly creep towards one another. They lock up! Danielson shoves and shoves, but Shane is too strong, outweighing him by nearly one-hundred pounds. Shane shoves Danielson back, sending him to the corner. Whelan charges... Danielson ducks, rolling to the center of the ring. Whelan turns around... Dropkick! Whelan stumbles back into the corner. Danielson charges at him, driving his knees into Whelan's mid-section. Whelan slowly staggers out of the corner, as Danielson climbs to the top rope. Whelan turns around... Danielson leaps off! Crossbody! Danielson hooks the leg!"One! Two!"Shane breaks the pin, and gets back to his feet. Shane follows him up, but Danielson is back on the offense with a series of kicks and punches, backing Shane up to the corner. Bryan toe kicks him, then elbows him, followed by another toe kick and elbow. Shane looks groggy as Danielson whips him across the ring. Shane counters, and powerfully throws Bryan across the ring, using his massive 6’6, 285 pound frame as support. Bryan crashes into the turnbuckle hard, and falls down forward from the impact. Dragon grasps his back in pain as Shane moves forwards, and picks Bryan up easily.
Whelan stands Danielson up, and hits him with a massive chop, turning his chest red from the blow. Whelan hits another killer chop before he grasps Bryan’s arm, and whips him across the ring. Bryan bounces off the ropes, and comes flying back at Shane with a leg lariat, which knocks the big man down! Danielson whips back up, and drives his knee into Shane’s back while pulling back on his chin. Shane grunts in pain as Bryan continues to apply pressure. Whelan eventually begins to pull himself towards the ropes, and grabs the bottom one. Bryan breaks the hold, and waits for “Insane” Shane to get back up.
Whelan stands up and stares at Bryan with a vicious look. Danielson goes for a lock up, but Whelan simply throws him backwards. Bryan rolls backwards from the force, but gets back and, and goes for a chop block on Shane. Whelan almost falls, but grabs Bryan up, and kicks him in the stomach. Shane flips him up onto his shoulders, and then drives him to the mat with a nasty powerbomb! Whelan covers!“One... Two...”Bryan gets his shoulder up! Shane looks on in disbelief, but continues the match. He grabs Bryan, and lifts him up. Toe kick from Bryan! Danielson sends forth at Shane a fury of kicks, followed up by a stiff kick to the face, which knocks Shane backwards onto the ropes. Whelan stumbles forward, and Bryan hits an Exploder Suplex, using all of his strength to slam the big man down. Danielson grabs Shane’s arm, and leg drops it, and then locks on an armbar, pulling the man’s arm out of it’s socket. Shane yells, but begins to stand up, over powering the technical wizard. Shane goes for a clothesline, but Bryan ducks under it, and kicks Shane in the back of the knee, knocking him down to both. Danielson runs against the ropes, and kicks Shane in the face with a Shining Wizard! Whelan falls down to the mat as Bryan hooks the leg.“One! Two!”Shane powers out of the pin. Bryan lifts Shane up, and delivers a kick to the gut. Knee to the face! Spinning wheel kick! Shane stumbles backwards as Bryan spins around to his back, and moves him to the middle of the ring. Danielson hooks the arms in a full nelson, and goes for the Dragon Suplex, but Shane spins out of the hold, and lifts Bryan up onto his shoulders. Whelan spins around, and then release Bryan backwards, Insane Pain! Insane Pain! Danielson lays motionless on the mat, as Whelan drops down onto him for the cover..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... And NEW Custom Champion! "Insane" Shane Whelan!The referee quickly hands Whelan the Custom Championship and raises his hand in victory. "Almost Easy" suddenly blares through the arena once more. Danielson slowly regathers himself, rolling out of the ring, holding his neck. We quickly cut to the back as Whelan celebrates in the ring...[/center] The camera quickly cuts backstage. We look on in the lockeroom of the Inmates. Hassan places his turban upon his head. Brock bounces on his feet, shadow boxing. Morrison places his sunglasses over his eyes. G. Stone sits in the corner, rocking back and fourth. The door suddenly swings open, revealing Paul Heyman. An evil grin covers his face, as he prepares to prime them for their match...Heyman: Tonight, the four of you step into one of my creations... One of my creations that was designed to be brutal! Tonight, you four step into that ring with one goal in mind... To win! Do you understand that? Brock, Hassan... I've got nothing to worry about with you two. I know what the both of you can do in that ring. As for you, Morrison, and you, Stone... I am expecting to see a lot from you out there. You know what you must do to win, but none of you... And I mean none of you escape until you've annihalated those guards! Do you understand that?All four men nod in agreement, knowing that they are ready to inflict pain upon the other team.Heyman: Don't make me regret choosing you men to represent me tonight... Do not make that mistake... And if you lose... Don't come back! You take your ass out of here, got that?All four men once again agree with Heyman. As Heyman's maniacal laugh rings out, we are taken to another lockeroom. We look on at three men, sitting in chairs; AJ Styles, Thomas Daniels, and the Prison Guard. Antonio Thomas quickly steps in front of them, pulling his coat on.Promise: If the four of has have one thing in common, it is the hate we share for people like Paul Heyman... Scum! Now, I know I got myself into this whole thing... And it s the three of you who said you'd have my back. I want to thank you guys for that. You're risking a lot getting drug into this, and I appreciate that. But tonight... We have no worries. We've got the talent... And we've got one hell of a team. Guys, tonight we will show Paul Heyman what we stand for. And that...
That's a promise!the other three men stand up, pounding fists with one another to signify their bond, even if only for this one night.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:17:49 GMT -5
"The Guards" "The Promise" Antonio Thomas, AJ Styles, "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels, & A Mystery Partner vs. "The Inmates" Muhammad Hassan, Brock Lesnar, John Morrison, & G. Stone (Prison Break!) A normal steel cage will be lowered down onto the ring. Two teams of four will compete against one another. One team will be designated as "The Guards", while the other team will be designated "The Inmates". The cage will contain things such as night sticks and handcuffs for the guards, and miscellaneous weapons for the inmates. In order for the inmates to win, all four of them must escape the cage. In order for the guards to win, they must handcuff all four of the inmates to the cage. [/i][/b] As we cut to the ring, the steel cage has been assembled on the ring. The crew members put on the final touches, locking it into place, so that it doesn't come off of the ring. The camera gets a good look at the cage, the sharp razor wire wrapped around it. the various weapons hung on the sides. Howard Finkel stands at ringside, ready to announce, as a spotlight shines down on him.Finkel: The following contest is the Prison Break Match. Two teams of four will compete inside the cage, fighting it our for survival. The rules are as following... The match will start with one man from each team... As three minutes pass by, another man will enter the match and so on. In order for the inmates to win, they must ALL escape the cage. In order for the guards to win, they must handcuff ALL the inmates to the cage. Let the riot begin!The lights quickly dim as we look on at the stage...
"Shut Up" suddenly blares through the arena. The fans quickly begin to boo, knowing the first member of the inmates team. John Morrison quickly makes his way through the tunnel, posing for the fans. He seems to be in slow motion, his hair flowing in the breeze. Morrison quickly makes his way down the ramp, looking up at the cage surrounding the ring. Morrison pulls off his glasses, chain, and coat, handing them to a referee. He slowly makes his way up the steps, entering the cage. Morrison is surrounded by four walls, the first man to be in the match. his music slowly fades away as the arena goes black.
A blinding white light shines from the stage, shining through the curtains. Morrison tries to look on, but it is too bright. Alter Bridge's "White Knuckles" rips through the arena, foreshadowing his coming... The Cell doors open wide, revealing "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels to everyone in the arena and everyone watching on television. He is finally making his pay-per-view debut! Thomas Daniels wears black trunks, white designs upon them. He slowly walks out onto the stage, cracking his neck from side to side. With the look of intent upon his face, he looks through the cage at Morrison.
Daniels quickly begins to descend the ramp, his eyes still focused upon Morrison, not once taking them off of him. Daniels quickly jogs up the steps and enters the cage. A blinding spotlight shines down upon him as he sprints to the corner. He stands on the middle ropes, looking out into the crowd around him. He then points to himself, proclaiming to them that he is here for victory... He quickly hops down, the lights returning to normal as his music fades into the distance. As Daniels tugs on the ropes, the bell sounds..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Daniels looks all around him, taking in his environment. He takes notice to all the weapons... Handcuffs, Nightsticks, baseball bats... The roar of the crowd begins to grow louder and louder as Morrison and Daniels begin to circle one another. Both men jolt forward! They lock up! Daniels spins around Morrison, waist lock! He lifts him up - takedown! Daniels gets to his feet, cracking his knuckles. Morrison slowly stands up, shaking off any nervousness he has in him. He looks across the ring at Daniels, obviously not happy about Daniels takedown. The two quickly begin to circle one another, stalking eachother as if they were a blood hungry shark. Morrison goes for a kick. Daniles catches his foot! Morrison goes for the inziguri... No! Daniels ducks! He flips Morrison over, stomping him to the mat. Daniels wastes no time, snatching Morrison up. He whips him across the ring... Big boot! Daniels follows through, slamming Morrison right into the cage wall. Morrison falls limp, and Daniels begins driving the boots to him. Daniels spots the handcuffs, hanging on the cage right before his eyes. He pulls Morrison up, grabbing his wrist. As Daniels tries to lock him in, Morrison drills him in the face with an elbow. Daniels is rocked back, and Morrison begins throwing everything he's got at him, drilling him with a fury of punches!
As Daniels is driven into the corner, Morrison drives his shoulder into his ribs. Morrison quickly lifts up, flipping backwards. He then dashes forwards... Daniels moves! Morrison nails his shoulder into the ring post! Daniels quickly pulls a nightstick from the cage wall. He drives it into the center of Morrison's back, bringing him to his knees. Daniels begins unleashing a combo of kicks, finally leveling him with one across the face. The crowd is going wild, cheering their heads off for Daniels. He quickly pulls Morrison up as a buzzer blares through the arena...
"This Fire Burns" suddenly blares through the arena. As "The Hellman" G. Stone comes rushing through the prison doors, Morrison slips off Daniels shoulder. Morrison drops to the mat, sweeping Daniels feet out from under him. Stone rushes down the ramp, leaping up the steps. He quickly enters the cage, ready to work with his teammate. Morrison and Stone pull Daniels up. They each take hold of one of Daniels' arms. They sling him forward, but suddenly jerk him back, slamming him right into the cage! Daniels falls to the ground, holding his aching head. Morrison points to the bats hanging on the cage wall. Both he and Stone take one, taking a few practice swings. They get on either side of Daniels, waiting for him to get up. He slowly begins to stand, dazed from his head nailing the cage. Both men swing their bats! Daniels ducks! Bam! Both bats slam together, sending one hell of a pain through their arms. Stone and Morrison drops their bats, holding their aching hands. Daniels hits the ropes, taking off at both men... He leaps into the air! Double STO!
Both men are layed out and Daniels jumps to his feet. He looks around at the crowd, feeding off of their energy. As he takes turns putting the boots to both Stone and Morrison, the buzzer blares through the arena once more!
"I Am" suddenly blares through the arena. AJ Styles comes dashing onto the ramp, snatching off his hood. As he looks around at the sold out crowd, he is nailed from behind! Brock pounds him across the back, turning him around. AJ tries to fight back, but Brock is too powerful. Heyman comes out behind Brock, steel chair in hand. Heyman nails AJ across the back with the chair. Brock lifts him up onto his shoulders, carrying him to the edge of the stage. The fans are screaming for Brock not to do it, but he simply ignores them. Brock slings Styles into the air... F-5! F-5! Styles goes soaring off the stage, crashing through all sorts of equipment tables. Daniels tries to exit the cage, but the referees hold it shut. As Brock points to Daniels, Stone and Morrison come at him from behind! Daniels takes blow after blow, dropping to his knees. As Brock climbs the steps, Morrison and Stone stomp Daniels to a pulp. Brock quickly tears into the cage, snatching Daniels up by his neck. Brock, using his raw power, lifts Daniels up. He charges at the cage, slamming Daniels right into it! Daniels falls to the mat, his back raking against the cage. Morrison hits the ropes, taking off across the ring. He leaps in the air... Dropkick! Daniels is crushed into the cage even more. Brock pulls Daniels to his feet, looking right into his eyes. He lets out a beastly roar, and then sends him headfirst into the cage! Daniels stumbles back, busted wide open. Morrison picks the bat up, drilling Daniels in the stomach. As Daniels falls to the mat, Stone hits the ropes... Leg drop! All three men stand over Daniels, looking down as the blood pours from his head. Just as hope seems to be lost, the buzzer suddenly blares through the arena once more!
"Maybe Misery" blares through the sound system, bringing hope back into the guards. Promise comes dashing out, snatching his coat off. Heyman stands in his way, chair held up. Heyman swings! Promise moves! Promise nails Heyman from behind, taking the chair from him. Promise dashes up the steps, entering the cage. Stone charges... Boom! Chairshot! As Stone falls, Morrison charges also... Boom! Chairshot! Brock is the only one left standing. Promise stands across from him, the chair ready to swing. Brock points to his head, daring Promise to hit him. Promise lifts the chair up... BOOM! Brock takes the chairshot, shaking it off within seconds. He then asks for another. Promise slams the chair down on Brock's head once more. Brock slowly staggers back, yet again shaking off the chairshot. As Brock asks Promise for another, Daniels gets to his feet behind Brock. Promise goes low, drilling Brock in the stomach! Daniels charges at him... Promise tosses him the chair... Daniels leaps up, pulling the chair onto his knee along with Brock's face... My God! Daniels nails a facebuster right on the chair! Brock falls limp, his head opened wide open from one hell of a move. Promise ducks a clothesline from Morrison! Morrison leaps onto the ropes, springing up onto the cage. He leaps off, nailing a Corkscrew Moonsault! Daniels slowly pulls Stone up... He jumps up... Lung Blower! Daniels gets to his feet, but he is quickly caught with a mean kick to the jaw! As Daniels stumbles to the corner, the buzzer blares through the arena!
Hassan's music blares through the arena, bringing upon thousands of boos. Hassan quickly makes his way down the ramp, orders being yelled to him by Heyman. Hassan quickly enters the ring, the last man for the inmates team. As Hassan enters the ring, he quickly helps Brock to his feet. Brock wipes the blood from his head, smearing it onto his chest. He then sets his sights to Promise, who is slowly pulling himself up. Brock turns Promise around, grabbing a handful of hair. Brock quickly smashes him in the head with a headbutt. Promise staggers back, and Brock delivers another one. He then takes hold of Promise's head with both hands, headbutting him over and over again. Across the ring, Hassan and Morrison are driving baseball bats into Daniels' ribs. With each shot, Daniels seems to cough up blood. Stone slowly gets up, setting the chair up in the center of the ring. Brock gets a sick smile upon his face, taking Promise to the center of the ring. Stone quickly drills him in the head with one of the nightsticks, opening him. Brock quickly lifts Promise onto his shoulders, setting him up for the end. As he is about to sling him off, the buzzer sounds through the arena!
A siren wails through the arena as "Bad Boys" begins to play. The Prison Guard comes dashing through the prison gates. the crowd is going insane, hoping he can save the guards. He takes off down the ramp, night stick in hand. Heyman tries to stop him, but is quickly taken down. He drills Heyman in the gut with the nightstick. He then pulls out his pepper spray, spraying it right into his eyes. As Heyman squirms on the mat, Prison Guard takes off up the steps. Brock drops Promise from his shoulders. Prison Guard charges at Brock, drilling him right in the stomach with his helmet. Brock is driven into the corner, holding his ribs. Morrison comes at him... Prison Guard ducks! Headbutt! Morrison is dazed, stumbling back. Stone takes off at him... Headbutt! Stone falls back, landing in the corner. Daniels takes off at Stone... Splash! Daniels holds his aching ribs, pulling Promise to his feet. As they turn around, Hassan charges at them... Double clothesline! Hassan snatches up the chair... Prison Guard turns around...
Boom! The chairshot does nothing. Boom! Hassan nails him again, but it does nothing. Prison Guard's helmet is too thick. Hassan drills him again, and this time Prison Guard begins to warn him. Hassan slings down the chair and pummels Prison Guard to the ground. Both men begin to brawl, throwing heavy rights and lefts. Brock quickly begins to help Hassan, stomping Prison Guard to the mat. Hassan quickly gets up, getting the chair back. He slams it into Prison Guard's ribs. Across the ring, Promise and Daniels are to their feet. Promise nails Morrison in the gut. Broken Promise! Broken Promise! Daniels nails Stone in the gut. He gets him in position... The Proclamation! Proclamation! Promise rushes over to help Prison Guard. Brock lifts him up onto his shoulders... F-5! F-5 into the cage! Daniels rushes over, drilling Brock across the back. He then goes at Hassan... Superkick! Hassan falls limp. Daniels turns around... Brock gets him up... F-NO! Daniels slips out! Low blow! Daniels spots Morrison slowly climbing up the cage. He leaps onto the ropes, springing up. He gets him in position... Call To Rise! Call To Rise! Daniels and Morrison are down, simply worn down. Prison guard is up, he nails Brock in the gut! He lifts him up onto his shoulders. As Prison Guard is about to nail Brock with a fireman's carry, Heyman dives into the cage... Low blow! Prison Guard drops Brock, collapsing to his knees. He holds his groin, aching form the low blow. Heyman orders Brock to pull the helmet off... Brock pulls it off... Are you serious? What in the hell?!? It's Kennedy! It's Kennedy! Brock slams the helmet down onto Kennedy's head, busting him open. Brock pulls Kenedy up... F-5! F-5! As Daniels, Promise, and Kennedy lay motionless on the mat, Brock begins pulling his teammates up. Hassan slowly starts to climb, followed by Morrison. Brock pulls Stone up, lifting him up a little. As all four men begin to climb, Heyman begins to walk out... Hassan drops to the outside. Morrison drops to the outside. Stone drops to the outside. As Brock is about to reach the floor, Heyman is tripped. He falls to the mat, trying to scurry away. Brock drops the the mat, sending the sound of the bell through the arena. The inmates may have won, but their leader is trapped inside with the guards. Daniels pulls Heyman up by the collar of his jacket. He looks him right in the eyes, blood pouring from his forehead. Heyman begins to beg for mercy. All four guards are now up, poking fun of Heyman. Brock begins to climb the cage, along with Hassan. Promise picks up the chair. He slams it against the cage, hitting Hassan and Brock's fingers. Both men let go, falling to the ground. Daniels looks over to Kennedy. He nods his head, tossing him to him. Kennedy lifts him up onto his shoulders. Kennedy begins to climb the top rope... Green Bay Plunge! Green Bay Plunge! Kennedy then points to Promise, motioning for him to hit Heyman with something. Promise pulls him up... Broken Promise! Broken Promise! As Heyman lays motionless, Promise and Kennedy point to Daniels. Thomas slowly pulls Heyman up, looking him right in the eyes. He pulls him close, whispering something into his ear. He then releases him... Heyman staggers back... Backhand! Heyman spits blood from his mouth as he collapses to the mat.Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners... The Inmates!Brock's music blares through the arena as the guards exit the cage. We quickly cut as the inmates quickly check on Heyman...[/center] We cut to Randy Orton who stands in his locker room, looking at the camera. Randy has nothing but seriousness on his face as he begins to speak.Orton: You know, there have been nay sayers about me in the past few months. There have been people claiming that I simply don’t have what it takes to be a winner, and that I’ve lost any shred of credibility. Well tonight, tonight I am going to prove you all wrong. Tonight is the night I finally put an end to the menace known as The Flock. I am going to RKO Scott Levy, and add another legend to my ever growing list. Orton smiles and racks his knuckles.Orton: For tonight, Randy Orton is back.Randy walks off the set as we cut away. In a dark part of the arena ‘The Raven’ Scott Levy is standing with his back towards the camera. He is dressed in his traditional wrestling gear and The Flock is kneeling behind him. They are all dressed in dark robes with hoods dropped over their heads. Scott paces from side to side, his face never being revealed to the camera.Scott Levy: Childhood memories have scarred me with deep wounds that are embedded into my soul. Yet for all the suffering I faced as a child, one man has ridded my body of them, and replaced them with an even worse scar. Randy Orton, last Saturday you knocked the only person I care about out. Watching my beautiful Kammy fall to the ground was heartbreaking. It drove me insane! And when I stormed the ring to kick your ass what did you do? You nailed me with a cheap shot and planted me with an RKO. Randy, I kindled the light inside you and now I am the one getting burned. Randy, it brings a smile to my face to see that passion to hurt inside you again. Just know one thing, when you planted me with the RKO, it was the closest you will ever get to hurting me. We are in my mind now Randy, we are playing under my rules…and there will be blood. Prepare for war and simply put, prepare for death. Quote the raven…nevermore. Scott turns around and he has an interesting red tear drop under his left. The Flock disperses leaving a pathway for Scott to head towards the ring. Behind him Kammy follows.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:20:52 GMT -5
A match graphic for “The Raven” Scott Levy vs. “The Legend Killer” Randy Orton appears. Suddenly, over the PA system “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence hits and a video highlight airs. Footage of the hellacious Barbwire Match at Cyber Madness airs and footage of Randy Orton vs. Batista airs. How can you see into my eyes like open doors. Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb. Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home. We are than shown Randy Orton calling out Scott Levy. Scott Levy promising to kindle a light in the soul of Randy Orton is heard. Wake me up. Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Nick Martel’s dramatic return is shown and the birth of The Flock is shown. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become.We follow up with the hellacious beat down Orton received by the hands of Nick Martel. Now that I know what I'm without you can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life. We than are shown Randy Orton recovered from being put through a table by Nick Martel. Wake me up. Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Highlights from Randy Orton vs. Kammy are shown and a lot of focus is shown on the brutal chair shot Orton gave her. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become.We than are shown Scott Levy rescuing Kammy, but Orton calling Scott back to the ring to fight. Bring me to life. I've been living a lie There's nothing inside. Bring me to life. We are shown Scott Levy and Randy Orton exchanging huge punches and Scott going for the Even Flow! Frozen inside without your touch, without your love, darling. Only you are the life among the dead. Orton slipping out of the Even Flow and nailing the RKO are shown next. All of this sight I can't believe I couldn't see Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me Scott Levy and Kammy reuniting in the ring after the assault are show. I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems. I've got to open my eyes to everything. Randy Orton taunting in the crowd is shown. Without a thought Without a voice Without a soul Scott Levy in the back talking down to The Flock like he is a god is shown next. Don't let me die here There must be something wrong. Bring me to life. Once again we are shown Scott Levy and Randy Orton exchanging punches. Wake me up. Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Once again we see the devastating RKO Scott Levy received last week. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become.Highlights of all the people Scott Levy has dropped with the Even Flow are show and the match graphic once again appears as the shown concludes. Bring me to life. I've been living a lie There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life… "The Raven" Scott Levy vs. "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton (Grudge Match: Raven's Rules!)The lights slightly dim as "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive fills the arena. Fans begin to cheer and boo, giving Orton that same mixed reaction he has been given for quite some time now. Through the curtains steps "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. Like never before, the hunger for victory can be seen in Orton's eyes. As Orton stands on the stage he quickly raises his arms. Golden sparks begin to rain down behind him, sending the glimmer through the entire arena. The sparks suddenly stop and the smoke begins to linger. Orton lowers his arms and stares at the sea of fans filling the arena. Randy slowly moves down the ramp, the women once again admiring his body. That cocky grin we always see from him suddenly creeps across his face as he makes it to the ring. Orton steps onto the apron and climbs into the ring. Randy climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising him arms high in the air. Just as he is about to climb down, his music is cut off...Suddenly, the arena fades to black and “Choke” by Kazy hits over the PA system. A dark blue falls from the rafters to the entrance ramp curtain. Scott ‘The Raven’ Levy appears on stage and is unaffected by the warm reception of boos he receives. He turns back to the ramp and extends his hand, it is grabbed and suddenly Kammy appears on stage. The magnificent couple strolls down the entrance ramp, yet there is no look of love on Scott’s face. His eyes never leave site of Randy Orton. He whispers something in Kammy’s ear and than slides into the ring. He does not do his traditional ring corner sit and quickly gets in Orton’s face. The referee calls for the bell…"Ding, Ding, Ding!"Scott pushed Orton and Orton returns the favor. Both men look intensely into each other’s eyes and suddenly Orton slaps the taste out of Scott’s mouth. Scott swings a hard right, but Orton ducks and takes him down with a hip toss. Scott quickly gets back up, but walks into a dropkick and falls into the ropes. Scott bounces back and gets nailed with a hard chop and drops him to the mat. Once again he quickly rises to his feet and takes another swing at Orton, but once again he is taken down with a hip toss. Scott gets up easily again, but ducks out of the ring.
Kammy runs over to him and she hands him something. Randy is in the ring taunting Scott and he slides back into the ring. Orton charges him, but Scott ducks and Orton crashes high onto the top rope. Randy gets his foot tied and hung himself in a tree of woe. Scott nails him with a baseball slide and than pulls out a small screwdriver from his hand. He nails Orton violently in the head with it and he is busted open clean. Blood pours from his head and covers the mat.
Scott slides to the outside and reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. The referee has freed Orton and he is using the ropes to slowly get up. Scott swings the chair and cracks him in the back, causing him to screech in pain. Orton falls back first to the mat and Scott places the chair on his neck and starts to choke him. Randy is turning blew and Scott picks up the chair and decides to crush it against his head.
Scott Levy picks the crippled Randy Orton up and slams him to the mat. Scott could easily pin Orton to win the match, but he wants him to suffer more. He rolls to the outside of the ring and reaches under the ring and slides out a ladder. He slides the ladder and himself into the ring and sets it up in the corner of the ring. He picks Orton up and supplexes him onto the ladder.
Scott than picks up and the ladder and places it on his chest. He than grabs the chair and starts to smash him with it. Orton looks like he is about to pass out, but Orton’s punishment is far from over. Scott picks Orton up and nails him with the Even Flow! However, instead of pinning him, he calls for Kammy to enter the ring. Scott picks him up and holds him in front of Kammy. Kammy slaps the taste out of him and Scott nails him with another Even Flow!
Scott goes the for the cover“One! Two!” Miraculously, Orton gets a shoulder up and the crowd goes crazy. Scott Levy is in shock as he rolls to the outside of the ring and starts to argue with Kammy. Suddenly, Orton quickly gets to his feet and he picks up the steel chair and tosses his and it bounces off Scott’s head. Scott falls back and lands on the announcer’s table.
Orton slides to the outside and Kammy tries to stop him from hurting Scott. Orton quickly nails her with the RKO! Orton pops back up and starts nailing Scott with hard punches. He than grabs him by the hair and tosses him into the steps.
As Scott gets back up Orton dropkicks him and he falls into the first row of the crowd. Orton looks under the ring and grabs a shovel! He charges towards Scott, but he spears him in the stomach, causing Orton to drop the bat. Scott than nails Orton with a huge punch and causes him to fall into the ring apron.
He climbs over the guardrail and grabs Orton and tries to toss him into the guardrail, but it gets countered. Orton than rushes over to his shovel and whacks Scott in the head with it! Scott is busted clean open and suddenly, The Flock is storming ringside. Orton is nailing man after man with a shovel until suddenly it is only Nick Martel and Orton standing.
Orton swings the shovel at him, but he ducks and nails him with a huge chop. Martel tosses him into the ring post and slides out a table from under the ring. Martel sets up the table and places Orton on it. Nick wants to do what he did to Orton two weeks ago and put him through the table. However, Orton slips off the table and nails an RKO on Martel!
Scott is back up and him and Orton exchanges punches. Orton nails a huge uppercut and plants Scott with the RKO! RKO! Orton places Scott on the table and steps on the table himself. He picks him up and is going for a piledriver. Orton connects and the table is smashed into thousands of pieces. Orton slides Scott into the ring and goes for the cover. One…two…Scott gets the shoulder up and Orton is starting to get frustrated. He picks Scott up and goes to nail him with another RKO, but Scott counters it and bounces his head against the ring corner. Scott starts to pound on Orton and nails a belly to bell supplex on him. Scott looks to the outside and Kammy slides him in a bag. Scott opens the bag and pours out thousands of thumbtacks. Next, Kammy slides in a trashcan and a chair. Scott places the trashcan in the ring corner.
He grabs Orton and tosses him off the trashcan. Scott sneaks up behind him and plants him face first into the chair that he jut sat up. Orton’s chin is sliced open and Scott picks him up. Scott goes for the Even Flow on the thumbtacks, but Orton blocks it Scott lands hard on the tacks!
Orton picks him up and once again goes for the RKO, but Scott slides out of it and Orton falls to the mat. Scott than nails the Even Flow and hooks the leg! “One! Two! Three!”
Finkel: Here is your winner…”The Raven” Scott Levy! “Choke by Kazy begins to play over the PA system as Scott falls to his knees. Blood is dripping down his face as the referee calls for EMTs from the back. The Flock storms the ring and surrounds Scott Levy, giving him a round of applause. Nick Martel than walks over and helps his father up and hands him something as Kammy hands Scott a microphone. Scott Levy: Orton, for the last month you have been one hell of a thorn in my side and now I can finally say I have ridded myself of the thorn. Randy, you put up a hell of a fight, but I proved one thing…I am perfect and you are merely mortal. Scott looks as the EMTs carry away the broken body of Randy Orton. Randy is beaten, bloodied and it looks like this could be the end of his career. Scott has a smirk on his face, but he suddenly turns his attention to Kammy. Scott Levy: Kammy, without you in my life I would not be standing here now. You complete me and make me better. Without you I would be lost, but now with you by my side I am found. You are the reason I love again and hopefully you will accept what I am about to say…Scott falls to one knee and the crowd begins to boo heavily. Scott Levy: Kammy…will you marry me? The crowd cheers in heavily with boos, but Kammy shakes her head yes. A beautiful diamond studded ring is slipped onto her fingers as Scott and her embrace in a hug. They exchange in a kiss before they walk towards the back, holding hands and The Flock is behind them.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:31:33 GMT -5
Emma "Riot!" Paramore vs. Trish Stratus (Women's Championship!)Trish Stratus is seen standing in the ring, "CrushCrushCrush" suddenly blares through the arena. Orange lights glow across the stage as the Women's Champion, Emma "Riot!" Paramore makes her way out onto the stage. Title held up for everyone to see, she proudly displays it. She then looks to the ring at Trish, ready to defend what is hers. Emma quickly takes off down the ramp, sliding into the ring..."Ding, Ding, Ding!" Emma Paramore slides in the ring and runs at Trish to spear Trish to the mat and unload with right hands to the face of Trish. Emma Paramore picks Trish up and unloads with chops across the chest, backing Trish against the ropes. Emma Paramore whips Trish into the opposite ropes, as Trish comes off the ropes and Emma Paramore stands near the ropes and back body drops Trish up and over the top rope and out onto the arena floor. Emma Paramore then grabs the top rope and hits a cross body takedown over the top rope and onto Trish. Emma Paramore hops onto the apron as Trish is getting to her feet, Emma Paramore runs on the apron and attempts to hit a lou thesz press off the apron and onto Trish, but Trish catches Emma Paramore in mid air and drops her throat first across the control gate. Emma Paramore is bent over in pain holding her throat as Trish hits a snap suplex on Emma Paramore on the arena floor. Trish picks her up and rolls her in the ring as Trish hops in the ring behind her. Trish stomps away at Emma Paramore on the mat. Trish picks up Emma Paramore and smacks her across the face, backing her against the ropes. Trish whips Emma Paramore into the ropes, as Emma Paramore comes off the ropes, Trish goes for a side walk slam, but Emma Paramore reverses into a head scissors on Trish. Both Emma Paramore and Trish get up as Trish runs at Emma Paramore, Emma Paramore nails a hard clothesline on Trish.
Emma Paramore drags Trish over to the ropes and hops onto the second rope and goes for a big splash off the second rope, but Trish gets her foot up and nails Emma Paramore with a boot to the face. Emma Paramore is stunned as Trish gets to her feet and his a swinging neck breaker on Emma Paramore. Emma Paramore rolls over near the ropes as Trish stomps Emma Paramore on the mat. Trish then grabs the top rope for leverage and steps on Emma Paramore’s throat as Trish is crushing Emma Paramore’s throat as the referee counts “One…Two…Three…Four…Five!”and then forces Trish to break the hold. Trish then holds onto the top rope and uses the rope to pull herself up and jump into the air and stomps right on Emma Paramore’s throat.
Emma Paramore rolls around the ring holding her throat and gasping for air. Trish climbs to the top rope as Emma Paramore is spitting out blood from the internal bleeding. Emma Paramore gets to her feet and is stunned as Trish goes for the Trish go round off the top rope, Emma Paramore catches Trish in mid air and has Trish in power bomb position as Emma Paramore launches Trish back first into the turnbuckle. Emma Paramore then spears Trish in the turnbuckle and holds into the second rope and rams her shoulder into Trish’s stomach multiple times in the turnbuckle. Emma Paramore then backs away from Trish and then unloads with aggressive kicks to the stomach of Trish, knocking Trish to the bottom turnbuckle as the referee steps in and asks for a clean break.
Trish is sitting in the bottom turnbuckle as Emma Paramore runs at her and dropkicks her in the face. Emma Paramore picks Trish up and military presses Trish over her head, Trish hits a thumb to the eye and lands on her feet behind Emma Paramore as Trish hits a german suplex on Emma Paramore. Trish holds onto the hold in the form of a pin as the referee counts… “One…Two…” Emma Paramore gets her shoulder up. Trish and Emma Paramore both get to there feet as Trish hits a snap mare takedown followed by a hard kick to the back. Trish picks up Emma Paramore and attempts to piledrive Emma Paramore but she can’t get her up, Emma Paramore blocks the piledriver and reverses by hitting a back body drop on Trish.
Trish gets to her feet as Emma Paramore nails Trish with a hard super kick to the face, knocking Trish through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Emma Paramore runs at the ropes and attempts to hit a baseball slide on Trish on the outside of the ring, but she moves out of the way as Emma Paramore lands on the outside of the ring on her feet, Trish hits a running enzuguri on Emma Paramore. Trish picks up Emma Paramore and rolls her back in the ring as Trish slides back in the ring herself. Trish picks up Emma Paramore and whips her into the turnbuckle. Emma Paramore is in the turnbuckle as Trish does a cart wheel followed by a back flip and then elbows Emma Paramore in the turnbuckle. Trish then perches Emma Paramore on the top rope and climbs to the top rope herself. Trish attempts to hit a hurricanranna off the top rope but Emma Paramore catches her in mid air and hits a sit out power bomb off the top rope on Trish. Trish and Emma Paramore are both down in the middle of the ring from the impact of the power bomb. The crowd rallies behind Emma Paramore to get Emma Paramore to her feet before Trish.
Emma Paramore is beginning to move and gets to her feet as Trish rolls to her side and reaches into her tights and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and puts them on her hand. Emma Paramore walks over to Trish and attempts to pick Trish up as Trish nails Emma Paramore with the brass knuckles. Emma Paramore goes right down to the mat near the ropes as Trish pins Emma Paramore and puts her feet on the ropes as the referee makes the count…“One! Two!”Emma Paramore gets her shoulder up at the last minute on instinct. The crowd and Trish are both in shock. Trish pounds the mat out of frustration and then gets to her feet and yells at the referee and argues that it was three. Trish still has the brass knuckles on her hand as Emma Paramore gets to her feet and dropkicks Trish from behind accidentally knocking her into the ropes, causing Trish to nail the referee with the brass knuckles.
The referee is knocked out from the brass knuckles as Emma Paramore turns Trish around kicks her in the stomach and hits a brain buster on Trish in the middle of the ring. Emma Paramore makes the cover as Trish is out, but the referee is knocked out and there is no one to make the count. Emma Paramore realizes that the referee is knocked out and walks over to the referee and wakes up the referee. Meanwhile Trish sneaks up behind Emma Paramore with the brass knuckles still on, and rolls Emma Paramore up in a school boy as the referee is getting to his feet. He begins to make the count… “One…two…” Emma Paramore gets the shoulder up. Emma Paramore slips the brass knuckles off Trish’s hand, slides them onto her own hand and punches Trish in the face with the brass knuckles. The referee is still groggy and doesn’t see Emma Paramore slip the brass knuckles into her trunks to hide the evidence as Trish falls to the mat and Emma Paramore quickly makes the cover and hooks the leg for the…“One! Two! Three!”
Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL WOMENS CHAMPION, EMMA PARAMORE!Emma is handed the title as she celebrates with it. We cut away. The camera cuts from the ring, and to Todd Grisham, who stands in the interview area with the Intercontinental Champion, Sam X. X has a grim look on his face, and has the IC Title slung around his shoulder, Grish raises the mic up to speak.Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I give to you, the Intercontinental Champion, Sam X. Sam, thanks for your time.Sam doesn’t respond, except for an incessant stare into the background.Grisham: Well, Sam, we are moments away from your I Quit match with Roy, and I just want to get your thoughts.
Sam: My thoughts? You want my thoughts? It’s quite simple, really. What happens to Roy out there would be illegal on the streets. This Intercontinental Title will still be mine.
Grisham: What do you plan on doing, to, as you say, get the truth from Roy’s mouth?
Sam: Todd, I plan on beating the truth out of his mouth. I will get my revenge for Joey. I guarantee it. Sam walks off the set. We see Roy in his locker room, sitting down on a bench. His cowboy hat is placed next to him, head rested in his hands. He seems to be praying. Roy sits up, and grabs his hat and jacket, and puts both pieces on. It is his shot, his time, his chance. Roy walks out of his locker room, and punches the wall, slightly drawing blood from his knuckles. People stop and look at him in the hall, and give him nods of encouragement, but the challenger simply shrugs them off. He is focused, ready to finish the war.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:33:41 GMT -5
A graphic of Sam/Roy appears on the screen as “Burn” by Mad at Gravity begins playing.These embers burn down low And with my face aglow You are all I knowWe see the background of the New Phenomenon, taking on all comers and being dominant in all of their matches. They raise the tag titles up as the screen fades out.Set this place on fire Watch the flames rise higher As they reach the ceiling At your feet I'm kneelingWe now see Roy, in his revival. He is looking good, and revitalized. Drawing ever near My cause revealed as clear Yes I burn for you here The screen fades out to Sam winning the IC Title in the TLC match at Cyber Sunday. Joey helps Sam, as Roy looks up from the mat, confused, shocked and furious. His pissed off glare is the last we see.Set this place on fire Watch the flames rise higher As they reach the ceiling At your feet I'm kneeling With every trailing plume Know it bears me homeClips of Sam and Roy fighting, fists flying furiously through the air. Both men get the advantage of each other. Sam is seen Spearing Roy, and hitting him with a frog splash. Roy then demolishes Sam with a chair as the image fades outI would give it all Yes, I would give it all...(x3)We see Joey Phenomenal, laying broken and bleeding on the floor of his locker room. Sam’s cold glare is shown, as Roy declares his innocence.Set this place on fire Watch the flames rise higher As they reach the ceiling At your feet I'm kneeling With every trailing plume Know it bears me home“I Quit………..”Let it burn....(x2)The camera fades out with Sam and Roy staring each other down, IC Title raised in the air by Sam. Sam X* vs. The Roy (Intercontinental Championship: I Quit Match!) [/i][/b] Just as the music video comes to a close, “Headstrong” by Trapt blares over the arena. The crowd goes off in a chorus of boos, as the challenger, Roy steps out from behind the curtain.Fink: The following match up is an I Quit Match, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 260 pounds, THE ROY!Roy continues his stride down the ramp, and continues until he rolls into the ring. He is serious, no sign of happiness on his face. He takes off his cowboy hat, and jacket, handing them to the ring workers. “Headstrong” fades off. A trumpet sounds throughout the arena as the fans begin cheering crazily. The curtain is slung open as the Intercontinental Champion Sam X walks out to the tune of “Line in the Sand”. The title is strapped around his waist, but his face is emotionless. His eyes seem bloodshot, but there is a coldness around him.Fink: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at a total of 242 pounds, from Baltimore Maryland, he is your Intercontinental Champion, SAM X! Sam’s tights are a mixture of black and purple, kick pads the same. X slides into the ring, seemingly oblivious of the thousands of fans chanting for him. Sam unstraps the IC Title and goes right after Roy.“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Sam tries to tackle Roy, but Roy slides out of the ring. X follows suite, quickly exiting the ring. Roy tries getting away from Sam, but X catches up, and starts wailing on him, fist after fist driving into Roy’s face. Roy pushes him off, but Sam retaliates with a clothesline, knocking both me over the barricade and into the fans! We’re not even a minute into the match, and they’re brawling like animals! Sam pushes a kid out of the way, who spills his drink all over Roy’s face. Sam begins slapping Roy, and picks him up, leaning him on the barricade. X delivers a hard chop, followed by another knife edge. Roy’s chest is blood red. Sam picks up a novelty chair, and folds it up. X goes for a shot, but Roy moves out of the way, causing the chair to slam onto the top of the barricade. Roy ducks down, and back body drops the off guard Sam over the barricade, and back into the ring set up. He takes his time though getting back, but eventually hops over the barricade, going back to work on Sam.
Roy grabs Sam by the hair, and lifts him to his feet. He goes for a slam on the announcers table, but X reverses the momentum, and slams Roy’s head on top of Joey Styles and Austin Owen’s booth. Roy bounces off, groggy from the blow, which allows X to strip the protective plastic off of the table, and dump it on the floor. Sam pulls himself up to the table, and as Roy turns around, Sam leaps off, tackling Roy to the floor. Sam continues pummeling Roy, fist after fist. He gets caught off guard though as Roy pokes him in the eye, and pushes him off.
Roy gets back to his feet, and goes over to the time keepers section. He grabs the bell and walks over to the raising Sam. Roy slams the bell down on X’s back, driving Sam down onto his chest. Roy brings the bell up once again, and slams it down again. Roy now motions for the ref to come over with the microphone as he maneuevers Sam, and begins to choke him with one of the cables surrounding the ring. Sam starts struggling to get out of the hold, as Roy pulls back even harder. X refuses to quit, and elbows Roy in the side of the head, knocking him off temporarily. X takes a breath, and kicks Roy in the chest, knocking the wind out of the challenger. Sam picks him up, and with one move, whips him into the ring post! Roy collapses to the ground, allowing Sam to walk over, and mount him. X begins digging his forearms into the back of Roy’s head, and then starts fanning him with his palms. The crowd begins a chant.“You got bitch slapped, clap clap clap clap clap!” X picks Roy up to his feet, and with one spinning move, hurls him into the ring steps. With all the momentum behind the throws, Roy goes through the steps, leaving one piece unattached. Sam turns his attention to that, thinking of some malicious form of use. X walks over, and picks up the top half of the stairs, and is about to bring it down on Roy when his challenger kicks him right in the testicles. Sam keels over, dropping the stairs down on the floor. Roy takes the opportunity to plant Sam with a DDT, right on top of his head. The thought of kill or be killed kicks in as Roy goes over to the barricade, and strips the top protective guard off, revealing the pure, hard steel.
Roy picks Sam up, but X grabs both of Roy’s legs out from under him, slamming his back on the floor. X sees what Roy has done, and being a master at improve, slingshots Roy onto the top of the barricade, nearly crushing his sternum on the exposed steel skeleton. Roy flips over into the crowd once again, as Sam X quickly walks over, and hops over the barricade, following him. Sam picks Roy up, and starts beating him backwards, fists knocking his opponent down, sending him scurrying towards the back. Soon enough, Sam and Roy make their way into the backstage area.
Sam picks Roy up, and whips him into the construction materials, a mixture of wood, chords, and some plastic. Roy crashes into this, leaving some debris scattered around him. X walks over, and goes to pick him up, but Roy takes a 2x4 and shatters it over Sam’s skull. Roy mounts Sam, and takes one of the shattered pieces of wood, threatening to stab him. The ref begs for Sam to quit, but X throws Roy off, and kicks the wood out of his hand. Sam lifts Roy up, and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Roy catches it at his upper chest. Roy smirks, but not for long as Sam comes around with his other foot, catching Roy with a modified enziguri.
Both men are on the floor, but Sam gets to his feet first. Roy tries getting up, but Sam charges forward, and nearly decapitates him with a straight kick to the face. X grabs the microphone, and shoves it in Roy’s face, screaming at him to quit. Roy refuses to do so, and in defiance, headbutts Sam. X falls off, and Roy catches him with a stiff knee to the face, a blow which would KO a normal man. Roy goes over to Sam, and picks the IC Champ up, dragging him to his feet. Roy treats Sam like a rag doll, and throws him into a chain link fence, and begins grating his face in it. Soon enough, a cut manifests on X’s forehead, and blood begins seeping out of it.
Roy takes Sam, and back suplexes him onto the hard concrete floor. X’s head bounces off in a bad way. Roy wastes little time, and gets Sam back to his feet. They make their way out, and back into the arena. The fans begin cheering as the two wrestlers brawl their way out in front of them. X pushes Roy off, and grabs some sort of light tube form nearby. Roy comes forward, but X brings the tube over his head, completely destroying it. Roy collapses to his back as droplets of blood appear on his head. Sam takes a chair, and runs forward, leg dropping it onto his chest. Roy gasps for air as the ref asks him if he will quit.Roy: ..N..o…Sam picks Roy up, and throws him into the wall, and as Roy comes bouncing off, Sam grabs his waist, and throws him over his head with a German Suplex! Roy crashes onto his upper back, and grasps at his whip lashed head. Sam goes over, and grabs Roy’s long brown hair, and lifts him to his feet. X puts Roy in a modified chicken wing, and drags him out through the crowd, and through the fans. Sam puts Roy onto his shoulder, and dumps him over the barricade like a sack of potatoes. X climbs over, and goes back to work, intent on ending Roy. Sam picks him up, but Roy pushes him off, and kicks him in the stomach. He pushes Sam’s head between his legs, and with one powerful motion, swoops him up onto his shoulders, then drives him down with a Power Bomb onto the floor! X’s back hits with such impact that it looks like it could be broken! The ref brings the mic over to Sam, and asks him if he will quit.Sam(grunting): No…Roy, with a disgruntled look on his face, picks a chair up from the time keepers station. He goes for a swing, but X rolls out of the way, causing the chair to connect with the floor. Sam quickly drops his leg over Roy’s neck, and guillotines it with a Rocker Dropper! Sam picks himself up and grabs the chair. He eyes the stairs menacingly. X sets Roy up, sitting against the intact stairs. He takes the chair, and leans it over Roy’s body. Sam trots over to the barricade, and sets himself up for some devilish move. X charges forward, but is completely stopped mid run as Roy hurls the chair forward, connecting with Sam’s skull!
X falls onto his back, and there seems to be no sign of life left in the IC Champ. Seeing this as his chance, Roy grabs the chair, and places Sam’s head inbetween the seat and spine of it. Roy now climbs up to the apron, and with a dead look in his eyes, jumps off. Sam moves out of the way though, causing Roy to land on his feet. X frees the chair off of his neck, and tosses it aside, but sees Roy standing over him, as if taunting him. Roy begins slapping Sam, and mouthing inaudible words at him. Roy picks Sam up, and takes one of the television monitors off of the announce table. Roy swings with it, but Sam ducks, causing Roy to lose his balance. X slips off, takes Roys head, and brings it backwards, and now has Roy in a Dragon Sleeper! Sam falls backwards, and wraps his legs around Roy’s torso, locking the move in deeper. Roy’s face begins to turn red, as Sam cinches the move in tighter. Sam continues to yell “Quit you son of a bitch, Quit!”. But Roy has gold on his mind, and instead of trying to peel Sam’s arms off, begins punching him, and knocks the champion off of him.
Roy starts breathing heavily, and regains his breath. Sam is getting back up to his feet, but Roy charges first, tackling Sam into the ring apron, smashing that back in. Roy kicks Sam in the gut, bringing him down, and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Roy runs forward, and throws Sam back first into the ring post! Sam slumps down, falling on the back of his head, Roy takes the chair, and smashes it on Sam’s back. He rips the mic away from the ref, and roars into it.Roy: QUIT!
Sam: NO!Roy drops the mic, and smashes the chair onto Sam’s back again. He takes the mic, and once again asks.Roy: QUIT, BEFORE I BREAK YOUR BACK!
Sam: NO!Roy takes the chair, and for a third time, slams it down on Sam’s back. He grabs the mic again.Roy: QUIT YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Sam: NO!With one move, Sam takes Roy’s legs out, and grabs the mic, and begins beating Roy with it! Roy has a busted lip, blood sputtering out of it, and a cut on his head. Blood streams down Sam’s face. X picks Roy up by his hair, and throws him into the ring. X looks under the ring apron, for a few seconds before finally pulling out a sledgehammer, much to the fan’s delight. They begin chanting.“Sam is gonna get ya, Sam is gonna get ya!”Sam rolls into the ring, sledge hammer in hand. Roy seems to be rising to his feet, so Sam runs forward, and goes for a spear, which Roy rolls out of the way from. Sam collapses onto the turnbuckle, as Roy grabs the sledgehammer now. He lines himself up for a shot, and swings down, but Sam catches the blow in mid flight. The two now struggle for power over the hammer. X is on his knees a Roy tries to push down. Sam, with a burst of power, wrenches it from Roy’s hands. Roy, shocked from this, is incapable of reacting to the straight sledge hammer shot Sam delivers to his face. X drops the hammer, and glances over at the stairs on the outside of the ring. With a malevolent look in his eyes, Sam picks up the limp Roy, and rolls him onto the apron. X walks out, and picks Roy up. Sam forces his head between his legs, and lifts Roy up for a piledriver. Incapable of emotion, Sam leaps off the apron, and PILEDRIVES ROY HEADFIRST ON TOP OF THE STAIRS! HOLY SHIT!
Sam looks at the carnage, and the now knocked out Roy. The ref runs over and checks Roy’s glazed over face. He looks into the ring, and calls for the bell to be rung.Fink: And the winner of the match, due to referee stoppage because of a knockout, and STILL the Intercontinental Champion….SAM X!The fans break into cheers as X rolls into the ring, and is handed the IC Title. Sam drops that, and rolls back out of the ring, and picks the unconscious Roy up. He slides into the ring with Roy and demands the microphone. Sam leans Roy in the corner, one hand supporting him as the other brings the mic up to his face.Sam: Roy…..it is time for you to confess. It is time you paid for your sins! It is time you admit the truth. Roy offers no reaction, as he is unconscious.Sam: SAY IT ROY! Don’t make me drive your head into the stairs again.The ref begs for Sam to stop, but X brings the microphone down onto his head. The fans look on in shock. X looks at Roy, who is completely out of it. Sam simply discards him by face planting him onto the mat.Sam: I don’t need him to admit, because all along, I knew who took out Joey Phenomenal. And that man’s name is….The fans wait in anticipation, eager to find the culprit.Sam: SAM X!The fans begin booing, realizing what has happened.Sam: I wonder what jaded all of your visions. How was it not obvious? Why Sam X why? I’ll tell you why. When Joey helped me when the title at Cyber Madness, it was the most embarrassing moment of my career. Never have I relied on him to get me wins. I saw my run back in the summer, and knew what needed to be done. I took Joey out.The fans boo even louder, as their hero has become the villain. Sam: Joey Phenomenal….is EXTINCT!
Sam: The New Phenomenon….is EXTINCT!
Sam: And most importantly….Sam X……has EVOLVED!X raises the IC Title above his head as ‘Line in the Sand” begins to play, but is almost drowned by the sheer volume of boos towards Sam. X walks up the ramp, a smirk now on his face. Sam stops at the top of the ramp, and lifts the IC Title above his head, drawing in more boos. We cut away.[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:47:18 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the backstage area, where a hooded Chris Daniels and Austin Aries stand idly. Aries lifts his head, staring deep into the camera.Aries: Machine Guns, the time for talk is over. The day of reckoning is upon you, and it is time that The Prophecy comes full circle. There will be pain. There will be blood. There will be no remorse. And there will be, new...tag team champions.Christopher Daniels lifts his head slowly, holding his hands outward, with his middle and pointer fingers held high, and his pinky and ring fingers pressed tightly against his palms.Daniels: And that is the gospel...according to The Fallen Angel...The camera cuts to a locker room, where the young, brash athletes known as the Murder City Machine Guns are preparing for battle. They stop abruptly, looking at the camera.Sabin: Prophecy, tonight is the night, we finally get to shut up all the naysayers, and yourselves. Tonight is the night, that the Machine Guns prove, that we aren't just some punk kids from the Murder City.
Shelley: Tonight, we gain...tag team gold...Shelley and Sabin both throw up their hands and point to their palms, as the walk out of sight. "Murder City Machine Guns" Alex Shelley & Chris Sabin vs."The Prophecy" Christopher Daniels & Austin Aries (World Tag Team Championships!) [/i][/b] "1977" by Bang Bang pours over the speakers, as the Murder City Machine Guns burst onto the stage. They stand tall, pointing at their palms, signaling Detroit. They begin to venture down the ramp energetically, before two men attack from behind. Austin Aries and Chris Daniels run down the ramp, hammer the Guns with lefts and rights. Chris Daniels takes Chris Sabin in one direction, while Aries takes Alex Shelley.
Aries drags Alex around the ring, pummeling him with rights and lefts. Grabbing him by the back of his hair, he slams Alex's face down hard on the steel steps, before throwing him back first into the barricade. The camera shifts over to The Fallen Angel, hammering away at Chris Sabin.
Sabin has his head rammed hard onto the side of the ring, before Daniels lifts him up onto his shoulder. Daniels runs at the turn post, slamming Sabin's head into it viciously. Chris Sabin falls to the floor, limp, as the camera switches once again.
Alex rives in pain, as he crashes down hard, chest first, onto the steel barricade. Aries simply snatches him up by the hair, and throws him to the ground. Austin reaches under the ring, grabbing a steel chair. Alex manages to stand up, stumbling backwards. He turns around, and gets nailed hard. Alex falls to the floor, as blood instantly bursts out of a cut. Since the match hasn't officially started, there is no Disqualification.
Finally, Aries and Daniels both slide the guns into the ring, and roll in after them. Aries wipes the blood of the fallen Alex Shelley onto his chest sadistically, as Daniels sets Sabin up in the corner. Aries runs across the ring, full force, executing a picture perfect dropkick to the side of Sabin's head.
As Chris falls forward, The Fallen Angel catches him, and nails him hard with the Last Rites, planting him face first into the mat. Aries and Daniels simply roll Sabin out of the ring with their feet, before focusing on the last remaining Gun.
Aries lifts Alex Shelly up, slapping him arrogantly in the face. He wraps his arm around his neck, and lifts him high in the air. Aries stalls for a few moments, before falling down hard, nailing a Brainbuster. Almost instantly, Daniels leaps through the air backwards, hitting a perfect Best Moonsault Ever. Aries goes to the top, balancing himself perfectly, while looking down, taunting the crowd. he gracefully jumps, flipping twice, hitting a 450 Splash. Aries hooks the leg..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here are your winners and NEW World Tag Team Champions... "The Prophecy", Austin Aries and Christopher Daniels!The referee reluctantly brings the tag titles to The Prophecy, as they simply rip them from his hands. Austin Aries and Chris Daniels hold them high above their heads, proud of what they have accomplished. The camera zooms out, showing a limp Chris Sabin and a bloody, beaten Alex Shelley, as The Prophecy hold their gold.[/center] Saturday Night's Main Event: Unbreakable!Live! From The Allstate Arena in Rosemont, Illinois!March 23, 2008 [/i][/b][/size] [/center] As we cut away from the Unbreakable promo, we see Joey Styles and Austin Owens at the announce table. Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen, what a night we have had. We have a new Custom Champion in Shane Whelan, who defeated Bryan Danielson.
Owens: Don’t forget the new Tag Team Champs, the Prophecy!
Styles: Raven defeated Randy Orton in a hellacious brawl, and he even proposed to his girlfriend, Kammy!
Owens: The dominant Emma Paramore retained her title against the lovely Trish Stratus.
Styles: We saw the innovative Prison Break Match, in which the Inmates won, which rurprised me
Owens: It got us all, Joey. But let’s not forget. Sam X vs. Roy.
Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, Sam X is the most despicable human being on this planet. For those of you who have been following us, you would know that he has been searching for the culprit of the attack on his partner, Joey Phenomenal.
Owens: Turns at all along to be him. But most importantly, he retained the Intercontinental Title. And moreso then that, X stated that Joey is extinct, the New Phenomenon is extinct, and that he has evolved.
Styles: Evolved into a total ass. But folks, up next we have the main event we have all been looking forward to. Hell in a Cell.
Owens: That;s right Joey. Chris Jericho and Kurt Angle go one on one for the last time. With the World Title on the line, the stakes couldn’t be any higher.
Styles: Especially for Jericho, who if he loses, does not get a World Title shot for as long as Kurt Angle is champion.
Owens: I can not wait. The tension is so strong, you could cut it with a knife!We cut away. We see Chris Jericho in his locker room. He dons black and red tights, new in design. His spiked blonde hair is fresh and trimmed, his beard lightly shaved. His eyes focused on his own, staring at himself in the mirror. They move naught, but look into his soul. Chris smirks as he walks off, out of his locker room. Jericho looks into the eyes of the people around him, who doubt him, but an air of confidence is emitted. Chris shrugs those assclowns off, and continues walking as we cut away. He sits there, staring at the floor. His eyes are heavy, weighed down by the deep bags under them. He sports a slight stubble, due to not shaving for a few days. He looks rough. He looks worn. He looks ready. He is the World Champion. Kurt stands up slowly, letting out a deep, deep breath. He looks up, and mutters some words, before closing his eyes, and dropping his head.
He knows what awaits. He knows what is in store. Kurt knows that he is about to go to hell, with the fiercest rival, of his entire life. But he is ready. He is focused. He is ready to end this battle, that has waged for so long. Kurt grabs the World Title, and throws it over his shoulder. He gives it a gentle pat, before exiting the room, leaving, for hell. A graphic of Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho appears on the screen as “Fight” begins playing, and we cut to a video package.I, I know your every move I've heard you every word I know you well And I've Got nothing left to prove Your threats I find absurd I am your hellWe see Kurt Angle winning the title at Seven Deadly Sins, nearly breaking Jericho’s ankle in half after a 60 minute war. Kurt raises the title up as Jericho angrily walks up the ramp. Every time, you think that I'm done I'll come back stronger (come back stronger) Every time, you think that you've got me I will fight you And I will put you in the groundThe effect changes to a static white and black as we see Jericho’s heel turn, and feats in the Elimination Chamber. Angle walks away champion though.I will fight 'Til there's nothing left 'Til my legs are gone You won't forget meJust as Angle sees himself invincible, Jericho takes him to war at Night of Glory. Both men seem beaten, and just as they are about to clash, the bell rings, ending it in a draw. Y2J shoves the title into Angle’s chest, and walks out, furious.And I will fight 'Til my final breath
Jericho: HELL…..IN A CELL!
Just to see you fall I'll make you fear me
Jericho: Kurt Angle, at Behind Bars, I am going make you tap out to the Walls of Jericho, and once again become WORLD Heavyweight Champion!
Angle: Chris Jericho, believe me when I say, that as long as I am champion, you will NEVER, hold this, again! [/b] Every time, you think I'm done I'll come back stronger (come back stronger) And every time, you think that you've got me I will fight you And I will put you in the ground Chris is seen stealing the title, and taunting Angle with it, who is unable to strike Jericho. Kurt fakes an attack, causing Jericho to fall over, embarrassing him.I will fight 'Til there's nothing left 'Til my legs are gone You won't forget meWe now see short, but important clips of their past matches, each man hitting their big moves. Angle holds the World title high each time.Every time, you think that I'm done I'll come back stronger (come back stronger) Every time, you think that you've got me I will fight youAngle and Jericho reluctantly shake hands, and stare down in the center of the ring.Every time, you think that I'm done I'll come back stronger (come back stronger) Every time, you think that you've got me I will fight youWe cut to a mixed package of the Cell, World Title, Jericho and Angle as the music dies down, and we cut back to the ring.
In the arena, an ominous, beating music begins pounding. Strobe lights flash around, as the Cell begins being lowered. The fans are in this incessant buzz as what they were waiting for is finally here. The 25 foot structure slowly lowers down, before settling down over the ring, giving the two opponents ample space on the outside of the ring to fight. Two referees are present, one inside the Cell, and another to lock them in. The stage is set. War is upon us. Chris Jericho and Kurt Angle are Behind Bars.[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:52:57 GMT -5
Main Event:Kurt Angle* vs. "Y2J" Chris Jericho (World Heavyweight Championship: Hell in a Cell, Jericho's Last Chance!) Just as the electricity couldn’t seem to get any higher, a countdown appears on the titantron.
5 4 3 2 1
Just as the one appears, a huge explosion rocks the stage, fireworks flying everywhere. “Break the Walls Down” blares over the arena, sending the crowd into a furious display of boos. As the chorus begins to pick up, the camera switches over to the curtain, where the silhouette of Chris Jericho is. The shadow lines his figure, arms outstretched. As the music begins hitting hard, Jericho spins around, and pumps his elbow into his torso. A blue spotlight shines down on him, as various other lights dance around the stage. Lights glance off the ominous, and monstrous Cell. Chris struts down the ramp, eyes never taken off of the unforgiving steel structure. Jericho continues walking down the ramp as Finkel announces him.
Fink: Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at a total of 226 pounds, he is the challenger from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada……..he is "Y2J"…CHRIS….JERICHO!
Chris smirks as he enters through the door of the cell, and grabs the chains. Jericho rolls into the ring, and stares down the entrance ramp as his music fades down.
The fans begin buzzing, knowing the entrance of their champion is upon them. “My Quest” begins rumbling over the arena, sending the crowd into a riot of cheers. As the music picks up, the World Champion, Kurt Angle, steps out through the curtain. The American Flag is draped over his shoulders, head facing down at the ramp. The World Title is strapped around his waist, glimmering in all it’s glory. As his music reaches its queue, Kurt stands up right, fingers pointed upwards, flag still clutched. A pyro explodes behind him, as the fans go into a bigger riot. Kurt walks down the ramp, eyes never leaving Jericho, locked into a stare.
Fink: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at a total of 235 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is your WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, KURT ANGLE!
Angle has nothing but intensity on his face as he walks through the cell door. Kurt walks into the ring, staring down Jericho, with looks that could kill. Chris returns the attitude, with his cocky smirk wiped clean off of his face. Jericho makes a belt signal around his waist, and points at Kurt’s title. The ref asks for the belt, and folds it neatly before showing it to Jericho, and then to Kurt. The ref raises the title into the air, and calls for the bell!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 0:53:23 GMT -5
“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Jericho and Angle stand motionless, as they stare into each other’s eyes. Jericho bad mouths Kurt, who just crouches down, and tells Jericho to bring it. Y2J begins to circle with Angle, opening the contest. Both men near each other, and go for a grapple. Angle gets Chris in an elbow collar tie up, and both wrestlers begin to struggle for power. Kurt manages to wrap Chris into a standing side head lock, and begins to wrench at his neck. Jericho slips out of the hold, and rolls out of the ring. Jericho taps his head with his index finger as the fans boo at him. They begin to chant.“Angle’s gonna getcha, Angle’s gonna getcha”Jericho looks at them with displeasure, unawares that Angle is sliding out of the ring behind him. Kurt forearms Jericho in the head, driving him into the cell. Angle gets a few more hits in before whipping Jericho back into the ring. Chris tries getting back up, but Angle is back in, and hits him with a vicious chop block. Jericho falls face first to the mat, and Angle quickly maneuvers around his body, wrapping his head in a front headlock. Angle tears at Jericho’s head, his entire intensity showing. Y2J, being another great mat technician, starts to work his way off the ground. Jericho manages to spin out of the hold, grabbing Kurt around the waist. Chris hits a takedown, and then tries to put Kurt in a Camel Clutch. Jericho is about 90% complete of the hold when Angle rips Y2J’s hand off his head. Kurt throws Jericho off, and spins back up.
The two tie up again, but Jericho gets the advantage with a knee to the gut. Kurt bends over, and Jericho kicks him straight in the face. Angle jolts right back up, and gets caught with a kick to the midsection, bending him back down. Y2J grabs Angle’s head, and hits his fore arm onto Kurt’s back. Jericho hammers Angle until he is down on the ground. Chris cockily slaps his hand on his chest, taunting the fallen champion. Just then, Kurt grabs Y2J’s leg, and flips him over. Chris falls over, and gets mounted by Kurt. Angle begins to roughly run his forearms on Jericho’s face, and even hitting him. The champion locks on a Camel Clutch, like Jericho was looking for earlier. Chris yells out in his Canadian accent, the Clutch working. Angle tells him to tap, but Jericho refuses to do so. Chris begins to elbow Angle, trying to knock him off. Jericho’s blows hit the mark, and Kurt rolls off. Jericho gets up to his feet, and clotheslines a rising Kurt Angle. Angle gets up again, and is victim to another clothesline. Angle rises again, and Jericho hits a missile dropkick, knocking Kurt out of the ring. The Olympic Hero crashes to the floor below as Jericho looks on at the booing crowd.
Chris eyes the unforgiving steel on the outside of the ring. Without any word, Y2J drops to his back and rolls out of the ring, to where his opponent lays, trapped between the ring and steel. Jericho picks Angle up, and slams him face first into the unforgiving chain, then begins dragging his face back and forth along the chain. Angle pushes off of the wall, and takes Jericho with him. Kurt throws Chris into the cell, and then grabs him by the back of his head, and repeatedly slams his head face first into the fence. Kurt stops as Chris backs off groggily. Kurt runs towards Jericho, and tackles him into the interior of the cell, rattling Chris’s bones against the steel mesh. Kurt kicks him in the stomach, then wraps his arm around Jericho’s head. Angle picks Chris up, and snaps him down on his back with a Suplex!
Chris holds his back in pain as Angle trots over and grabs his golden blonde hair. Kurt picks him up to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Angle, meanwhile, begins to search underneath the ring for a tool of destruction. Kurt drags out a trash can, and places it on the ring apron, unawares of the rising Chris. Before he can react, Jericho rushes to the ropes, and dropkicks the trash can into Angle’s head, which in turn sends Angle flying backwards into the cell wall!
Jericho sets his mark, and vaults himself over the top rope, and kamikazes onto Kurt Angle, as the fans go wild for this already awesome match up. Chris gets up after a few moments, and begins laying the boots into Angle, driving the wind out of the World Champion. Jericho discards the trash can by simply tossing it away, and begins his own search underneath the ring. Jericho pulls out a stop sign, a pipe, and a trash can lid. Pondering his choices, Jericho takes the stop sign and waits for Kurt to rise. As Angle does, Jericho brings the stop sign down over his head, bending it in the process. Kurt falls back onto the floor, and clutches his aching head.
Chris takes the trash can lid and pipe, and rolls them into the ring, and begins searching for more weapons. To his delight, Jericho pulls out a ladder, to which the fans begin cheering, knowing that it is full scale war. Chris slides the ladder into the ring, and picks Angle up, throwing him into the ring. Jericho himself climbs up to the top rope, and waits for Angle to get to his feet, before leaping off, and hitting a missile dropkick. The force from Jericho’s kick sends Angle onto his back, but Chris’s adrenaline keeps him up. Jericho grabs the trash can lid, and begins smashing it onto Kurt’s prone body, each blow denting the lid to the point where it is unusable.
Jericho eyes the pipe with a smirk on his face, and walks over to it. Chris picks it up, and is about to hit Angle with it, but the Champion grabs his arm, and forces the blow off. Kurt sweeps Jericho’s leg, and immediately goes for the ankle, trying to put Chris in his Ankle Lock. Jericho manages to squirm out of it though, and as Angle walks over to him, Jericho hits a cat like enziguri, kicking Kurt right in the side of the head. Angle collapses to the mat, which allows Jericho to grab him by the singlet, and drag him over to the ropes. Chris places him on the middle one, and does the Jericho Shuffle. Y2J runs off the ropes, and as he jumps, Angle spins around, catches him, AND BELLY TO BELLYS JERICHO OUT OF THE RING AND INTO THE DAMN CAGE WALL! The fans, shocked by Kurt’s agility and athleticism, begin the infamous chant.“Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit!”Kurt rolls out to the floor, and grabs Chris by the hair, dragging him up to his feet. Angle delivers a European Uppercut, which sends Jericho staggering backwards. Kurt comes from behind, and grabs Chris around the waist, going for a German Suplex. Angle pulls backwards, but Jericho over rotates, and lands on his feet, but Angle doesn’t know yet. As Kurt turns around, Jericho comes flying forward, and lariats the crap out of him. Jericho grabs the ladder from inside the ring, and drops it onto Kurt, all of it’s weight in metal crashing onto him.
Jericho whips Kurt into the steel cage wall, and props him up against it, with something sinister brewing in his mind. Chris grabs the ladder, and places it on top of the steel steps, then walks a few feet backwards. Jericho sprints forward, grabbing the end of the ladder, and pushes it forward with all his power, right into the gut of Kurt Angle! Angle crumples forward, clutching his nearly imploded stomach. Jericho smiles at his psychological and physical advantage, before going over to Kurt, and picking him up to his feet.
Jericho goes for a punch, but Kurt ducks underneath it, which surprises Jericho. Angle sweeps Chris’s legs out from under him, and has him in a slingshot position. Kurt falls backwards, slingshotting Jericho head first into the cell wall! Chris bounces off of that, and collapses into the stairs, before finally crumpling to the floor. Angle smiles, before grabbing Chris again and tossing him into the ring. Kurt rolls in, and goes after the now bleeding Chris Jericho. Angle grabs him from behind, and hits a massive Wheelbarrow Suplex on his challenger! Jericho flies backwards, his head slamming hard onto the mat. Chris scurries to the ring corner, but not before Angle charges forward, driving his shoulder into Chris’s gut! Jericho gasps for air, but that is short lived as Angle drives his shoulder in once again. Jericho falls forward, but is caught by Angle, who uses the momentum to flip Jericho backwards with a Belly to Belly Suplex!
Chris smacks his back on the mat, and grabs at it in pain. A small pool of blood Is forming underneath his head from a laceration on his upper forehead. Kurt stumbles over, and picks the Lion Heart up. Punch by Angle, followed by a side headlock, to which Jericho grabs Kurt’s waist, and falls backwards with a belly to back Suplex! Chris, remaining cocky, places his foot on Angle’s chest, calling for the pin.“1….2….”Kurt kicks out at 2. Jericho picks Angle up, and wrenches his arm backwards, before reversing the direction, sending Kurt flipping forward with a modified hip toss! Jericho runs forward, and kicks Kurt hard in the back of the head, causing a whiplash effect on the World Champion. Chris picks Kurt up, and whips him across the ring. Jericho races forward, and clotheslines himself and Angle out of the ring, and back to the floor! Chris waists little time in picking Kurt up, and grabbing his left arm. Jericho whips him straight into the ring steps, and with such impact that Angle flies right through them!
This doesn’t bother Chris, who simply walks over to Angle, and slams his head into the ring post, once, twice, and a third time. Jericho tackles Angle over the stairs, and back onto the floor. Chris mounts Kurt, and begins pummeling him with his fists, each blow driving in home. Jericho stops for something even more malicious, and picks the stairs up. He sets the right in the center of the alley, and grabs Kurt in a modified underhook. Chris lifts Kurt up, and backwards, and Butterfly Suplexes him on the damn ring steps! Kurt yells out in pain at this backbreaking move, to which Jericho responds with a silencing kick to the face. Chris takes Kurt and walks him over to the ring door, and begins slamming his face onto the chain fence. Jericho goes to throw Angle into the door, but Kurt reverses the momentum, and instead sends Chris flying head first into the door, which breaks it open! The war has spilled to the outside!
Angle goes over to Chris, and grabs the back of his head, only before slamming his face down on the top of the barricade, over and over again. Jericho stumbles backwards, which allows Kurt to drop him to the floor with a neckbreaker. Angle drags Chris up to his feet, and brawls with him over to the announcing area. Kurt slams Chris’s head onto the Spanish announce table, before grabbing his head, and planting him to the floor with a DDT! Kurt then maliciously eyes the announce table, and grins. Angle rips the covering off of it, much to the displeasure of the Spanish team. Kurt picks Jericho up, but Chris, out of nowhere, leaps up, and hits a Codebreaker! Angle falls to his back, clutching his head as Chris looks to the rop of the cell.
Jericho grabs the wall, and begins climbing like a monkey. Angle sees where Chris is headed, so groggily begins to follow him up the wall. Jericho raches the top, and rolls away from the ever-looming edge. Angle does to, and Chris spots his prey immediately. Jericho hammers the rising Kurt with his fists and forearms, trying to drive him to his chest. Angle refuses to be held down, and with a burst of adrenaline, breaks Jericho away, and tackles him on the top of the cell! The fans watch in anticipation, as they know anything can happen at any second. Kurt picks Jericho up, and grabs him around the chest. The fans excitement reaches a high as Angle looks to be going for a belly to belly off the top!
Jericho doesn’t let that happen though, and headbutts his way out of the hold. Chris tries to dropkick Kurt off, but Angle swats it away, and maneuvers back into the middle and relatively safer part of the cell. Kurt grabs Jericho by his foot, and locks on the Ankle Lock! Chris screams in pain, and tries to break the hold, but Angle is lashed on like a pitbull. Jericho grabs at his hair, doing all he can to defer the pain from his ankle. Chris rolls over onto his back, and tries to kick Kurt off, but Angle falls backwards, ankle still in his arms. Kurt tries to get chris in the grape vine, but Jericho starts spinning, which is enough to wriggle his way out of Angle’s death like grip.
As Angle charges Chris, Jericho rushes forward, and hits a Flashback on the champion, driving him into the top of the cell, and potentially through it. Jericho trots over to Kurt’s legs, and picks them up with both arms. Chris begins trying to turn Kurt over onto his stomach, and eventually does. Chris has Angle locked inside the Walls of Jericho. Jericho crouches down, doing all he can to get Kurt to tap out, but Angle is made of sterner stuff, and tries fighting his way out of the hold. With no rope breaks at the top of the cell, Angle’s only way out is to power out. Spinning his hips around, Kurt finally generates enough power to throw Chris off, and breaks the potentially title winning hold off of him.
Jericho stumbles back over to Angle, and grabs the back of his head. Chris begins driving his flesh into the steel, and starts grinding it in. Within seconds, a cut appears on Kurt’s forehead, blood trickling out of it. Jericho isn’t satisfied, and continues to grind Kurt’s face into the metal. Jericho finally relents for some other malicious purpose, and scouts out the area in the center of the top. Chris smirks malevolently at this, and turns his attention back to Kurt. Jericho starts punching him in the face., wearing the champion down for whatever his next intention is. Chris lifts Angle to his knees, and pushes his head inbetween his legs. Jericho grabs Angle around the waist, and flips him up onto his shoulders. Kurt is too groggy to resist. Chris powerbombs Kurt onto the frame of the cell, denting it, but not breaking it. Jericho keeps the hold, and picks Kurt up again, before delivering a second powerbomb onto the frame. It looks like it will go at the next move. Jericho picks Kurt up, but Angle slips over Jericho’s head, grabs his arm and leg, and ANGLE SLAMS HIM THROUGH THE FUCKING TOP OF THE CELL!
Jericho plummets the 15 feet down, which to him feels like 30, as he was just forced through harsh steel. Chris lays limp on the mat as Angle collapses himself. Both men are down, one from exhaustion and the other from sheer pain. After what seems like a lifetime, Angle has signs of life, and sees his lifeless opponent on the mat, laying their like a bloody carcass. Kurt crawls over to the hole in the cell, and lowers himself down, before slowly dropping to his feet. The fall is enough to bring the tired champion to his back though. Kurt desperately crawls over to Chris, and weakly throws an arm over his chest.“1………….2………………………KICKOUT BY JERICHO!”JERICHO KICKS OUT! JERICHO KICKS OUT! Angle is simply dumbfounded, as tears begin to trickle down his cheek from his frustration. Kurt simply tears down the singlet, baring his chest, and goes after Chris’s ankle, but Jericho counters this into a Small Package roll up!“1…….2……..”Angle kicks out of the roll up. Blood now stains the mat, as both men look on like barbarians. Their eyes are nearly glazed over, but they will continue to fight. Both men charge, but Chris ducks underneath Angle, and springboards off of the ropes. Jericho spins in midair, dropkicking Kurt right in the chest! Angle falls to the mat but Jericho rolls him out of the ring. Chris hops out himself, and picks the Olympic Champion up to his feet. Y2J drags Angle back over to the door, mouthing that its not over. Kurt tries to struggle, but Chris simply punches him in the head, temporarily ending his fight. Jericho walks over to the announce table, and viciously grabs the tv monitor. Jericho slams it into Angle’s head, which looks enough to knock him out. Chris picks Angle up, and places him on the announce table, so he is lying down and facing up. Jericho looks over to the cell, and knows exactly what he is going to do.
Chris begins climbing up, to about ¾ up the cell. At that point he glances backwards at the prone Angle, who lies on top of the announace table. The fans stand in awe, as Chris readies himself. Jericho springs backwards off of the cell, and backflips in mid air, before crashing onto Kurt, DRIVING HIM THROUGH THE GOD DAMN TABLE WITH A LIONSAULT OFF OF NEAR THE TOP OF THE CELL! Both men are completely and utterly dead at this point, and the ref goes to check on both men. They are not knocked out, so as per rules, the match continues. After a long minute, Jericho begins to mobilize, and stands over Kurt Angle. Jericho yells for the world to hear:“I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD BABY!”Chris beats his chest, his cockiness still apparent, even through the roughest of conditions. Jericho picks Kurt up, and walks the nearly KOd champion back around to the cell door. Chris dropkicks Kurt through the door, and walks back over to the time keepers booth, where he grabs two chairs. Jericho walks back into the cell, and throws both chairs into the ring. Chris picks Angle up, and roughly tosses him into the ring. Jericho rolls in, and goes right back to where he started, and drills some boots into Angle’s body. Chris even throws in a few cocky slaps, just pouring salt in the very bloody wounds of Angle. Jericho lifts Kurt to his feet, but Angle surprises him with an Angle Slam! Kurt hits the Angle Slam!
Jericho is on his back, arms outspread, pain very apparent. Kurt drags Chris by both arm and leg to the turnbuckle, where the champion climbs up. Angle leaps up, and flips backwards, drilling Jericho with a moonsault of his own! Chris clutches his gut in pain as Angle walks over to the chairs, and picks one of them up. Kurt drives it into Jericho’s back, to which Chris replies with a pain-filled howl. Angle picks Jericho up, and swings very violently, but Chris ducks underneath it, and bulldogs Kurt’s face right on top of the chair! Blood squirts out from the now enlarged wound, but this does not give Jericho any reason to stop his quest. Chris picks up a chair, and stands Angle up in the center of the ring. Kurt looks like a zombie as Chris grabs his chin, and mouths these exact words.Jericho: Kurt, I want you to look at me as I end your reign. Chris brings the chair up, and violently smashes it over Kurt’s head, which causes the apparently Invincible champion to drop to his knees. Chris then takes the chair once again, and completely smashes it onto Kurt’s head. Angle crumples to the floor, seemingly nothing left in him, but Jericho disagrees. Chris sets both chairs up, about 5 feet apart. Each of the seats face each other. Chris takes the limp Kurt Angle, and sets him lying down on the seats of the chairs. Chris runs to the ropes, and leaps onto the second one. Jericho bounces off, and flips backwards, Lionsaulting the World Champion! Chris, who is dazed by the blow, struggles to get over to Kurt to pin him. He falls over Angle, and the ref makes the pin.1…………2…………..3.NO! NO! ANGLE KICKS OUT! ANGLE KICKS OUT! Jericho looks on in sheer awe, and grabs the ref by the collar, begging him to tell him he won. Chris looks on, his world seemingly crashing down before him as he pushes the referee away, but turns around into a simply ferocious chair shot from the World Champion, causing the seat to bend over Jericho’s head. Blood now cascades down Jericho’s face like a waterfall, each man wearing a crimson mask.
Angle has had enough with the games. He picks his opponent up, and grabs him by the leg and arm, and hits another Angle Slam! But wait, Angle picks Chris up, and hits another one! Jericho seems to be out cold, and this is all Angle needs. Kurt grabs Chris’s ankle, and begins twisting, harder and harder. Jericho yells in pain, and does everything he can to not tap out. He is about to slam his hand to the mat, but grabs his wrist, preventing himself. Chris seems like he is going to die, but Kurt needs to put him away. Angle falls to his back, and locks on the grapevine in the center of the ring, shades of Seven Deadly Sins. Jericho tries rolling out of the hold, but he simply has nowhere to go. Chris waists a few more seconds, and ceases to struggle. Jericho taps out. Jericho taps out to the Ankle Lock in the center of the ring.
Angle releases the hold, and lays on the mat, physically and mentally drained.Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! KURT ANGLE!The ref is handed the title by his fellow ref, and drops it on Kurt’s chest. He grabs Angle’s arm, and raises it, despite Kurt’s position on the mat. Jericho is in the corner, sitting down. Blood streams down his face and onto his chest. Kurt gets up to his feet with the help of the ref, and painfully hoists the title into the air. Jericho lifts himself up slowly in the corner, and looks on at Angle. Chris stumbles forward, and Kurt turns around. Both men stare directly into each other’s eyes. Chris mouths something inaudibly, but then extends his hand. The fans begin cheering at this show of respect. Angle nods at Chris, and accepts the handshake. The fans give a standing ovation to the fallen warrior, Chris Jericho, who grabs Angle’s hand and raises it up into the air before hobbling out of the ring. Y2J stumbles up the ramp, as refs rush out to aid them, but he simply pushes them away. The Lion Heart refuses help.The camera cuts back to Angle, who stands in the center of the ring. The cell is slowly being raised. Angle holds the belt close to him, his body nearly broken from the hell he had encountered here tonight. The thousands are standing, cheering and clapping for Kurt. He slowly looks around, looking at the people in the first few rows. Angle's eyes suddenly jolt. They lock upon a man. He stands there, slowly clapping his hands. But we cannot see who it is. His face is hidden by the brim of a cowboy hat, shadowed by darkness. Angle's eyes grow intense. He remains looking on, blinking for a second. As he rubs his eyes to be sure of himself, the man turns away, leaving... He simply walks away, parting his way through the sea of fans...
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Post by jbp on Feb 26, 2008 1:00:47 GMT -5
Excellent show. All the matches were great. The Main Event was one hell of a war. Congrats to all the winners. And the ending was Pimp
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Post by Kammy on Feb 26, 2008 13:06:41 GMT -5
I'm engaged
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Post by thekillawhale on Feb 26, 2008 14:29:44 GMT -5
who wrote my match? wrong way to describe my finisher. but i win! lol
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 26, 2008 15:23:51 GMT -5
I did, fool! But yeah, tell me your finisher set-up and I'll make sure it is put onto your roster profile so we know how to set it up.
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Post by Brock Lesnar on Feb 26, 2008 16:45:59 GMT -5
Finally I have a win under my belt. The Inmates won!!! Great show all in all. I loved ending. Kurt you better watch out. HBK is right around the corner.
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on Feb 26, 2008 17:52:20 GMT -5
As always, a superb show. Everyone who wrote this show deserves a pat on the back. It was stellar from beginning to end.
We may have lost, but Heyman paid the price. And guess what SNME...
Kennedy is back. And I'm ready to crack some skulls!
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Post by blackstonecherry on Feb 26, 2008 19:19:22 GMT -5
The Guards Won
Allstate Arena <333
Great Show, best show possibly ever written on here.
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Post by Brock Lesnar on Feb 26, 2008 19:49:00 GMT -5
no, The inmates won!
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 26, 2008 21:07:14 GMT -5
The Guards Won Allstate Arena <333 Great Show, best show possibly ever written on here. Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners... The Inmates!
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Post by "Scotty Flamingo" on Feb 26, 2008 21:16:39 GMT -5
I think The Rock is trying to say that The Guards should have won.
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Post by Kammy on Feb 26, 2008 21:23:24 GMT -5
I was shocked to see the inmates win.
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Post by jcolon123 on Mar 2, 2008 17:33:18 GMT -5
I thought Kevin Nash was supposed to give the nwo an answer.....................
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