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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 2:41:34 GMT -5
Static covers the screen as millions of viewers around the world flip their television over to their local pay=per-view station. They anxiously wait, anticipating the very moment the event will begin.The sound and image of the static is suddenly interupted by the sound of a car, speeding ahead. We watch on as the car speeds down a highway. Where it's headed . . . Nobody knows . . .The car suddenly comes to a screeching hault, reaching the end of its path. We look on a a sign, reading "Hell" with an arrow pointing left. The car suddenly begins to burn rubber, suddenly spinning off and taking a left turn. The car heads directly for a wall of flames, taking us into the very depths of hell.Saturday Night's Main Event: Highway To Hell!Live! From The U.S. Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona!7/29/07As the flames erupt around the car, "Hell" by Disturbed begins to play. the flames engulf the car, as the screen explodes into the U.S. Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona! The U.S. Airways Center is completely slam-packed, ready for action. Thousands upon thousands of fans scream their heads off, waiting for the pay-per-view to actually begin. After panning through the crowd, the camera suddenly cuts over to the stage. the stage is a massive gate, flames shooting up all around it. Above the gate, it reads, "Abondon All hope, Ye Who Enter Here". The ramp is not the usual steel we are used to seeing, but a roadway, cracks covering it, and smoke leaking through them. On both sides of the gate, lay two cars, demolished and flam covered. As the sound of "Hell" grows louder the stage erupts in flames, bringing the temperature inside the building to a remarkable ammount. The camera then cuts over to the announce position with Joey Styles and Austin Owens.Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen . . . Welcome to Highway To Hell! I'm Joey Styles . . .
Owens: And I'm Austin Owens!
Styles: Now, just like usual, the atmosphere here is insane. I'm sweating bullets because of all the flames shooting up across the stage. But, as you look above us, you will see that demonic structure . . . The Elimination Chamber! That's right! For the past month we have been building up to this very night . . . This very match!
Owens: Joey, these six men will never have a more important, more brutal, more career setting match than this. Just think, one of these six men is gonna walk out the victor of SNME's very first Elimination Chamber! The thought of those men competing in . . . In . . . In that thing is just insane!
Styles: Well Austin, we can't forget that there are four other matches tonight. That's right, I said four. Usually SNME pay-per-views have around seven to eight matches, but due to the Elimination Chamber match, there will only be five!
Owens: But ya gotta remember, Joey. Those other four matches are also gonna be great. We've got the Number One Contendership for the Custom Championship Open, Tag Team Turmoil, a Hardcore Match, and an SNME Championship Match. This night is gonna be awesome!
Styles: Well Austin, before we get to the action, let's take a look at last year's Highway To Hell! |
A video begins playing on the Titan Tron. It is a recap of last year’s Highway to Hell.Living easy, livin' free Season ticket, on a one - way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there tooWe see The New Phenomenon ripping apart Rob Van Dam and AJ Styles to capture the tag team championships. Joey and Sam look completely dominant in this match.I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hellWe see Kurt Angle and CM Punk’s hellacious match for the Intercontinental Title. Angle narrowly defeats Punk with an Angle Slam.No stop signs, speedin' limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan! Paid my dues. Playin' in a rockin' band Hey Mama! Look at me I'm on my way to the promise landWe see The Hell in a Cell Match. All 6 men fight their asses off, including a slam off the cell from HHH to Orton. Jericho moonsaults off the side of the cage. We see Sting being injured, then running back down, blood staining his paint. He makes Batista tap out then wins the World Title. I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hellCM Punk attacks Sting on the top of the Cell….and we fade to black.Dont stop me! |
We cut backstage as a long white limousine suddenly pulls up. It comes to a hault, stopping underneath the back awning, so that it can drop off whoever is inside. The driver's door slowly opens as he steps out. He quickly makes his way to the passenger door and opens it. He sticks his head in, quickly telling whoever is inside that they have arrived at the arena. The driver steps back, and then walks around to the trunk. He pops it open, quickly reaching in for the bags. As he does someone steps out of the limo. It is none other than Kurt Angle, his family following right behind him. Kurt is in a very nice suit, the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. His little girl tugs on his arm, and he adoringly picks her up. He carries his daughter in one arm, his championship on the other. His wife follows beside them as they quickly enter the arena. |
Tommy Dreamer - Edge- Dirty Harry - Kane - Kammy - Muhammed Hassan - Antonio Maith - Brandovirus - Douglas - Matt StrikerCustom Championship #1 Contendership OpenWe cut to the ring as “Metalingus” blares over the arena. Edge runs to the ring, but stays on the outside, waiting for his chance at the Custom Title. “What Kammy Wants” plays, and the Women’s Champion struts down to the ring. She stands opposite of Edge. A bell rings, and Matt Striker walks down to the ring, showing off his brains. “ALAEYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY” plays as Hassan walks down to the ring, taking a spot by Edge. ACM’s music rings out over the arena as the new superstar runs down to the ring, he stands opposite of Striker. Tommy Dreamer’s music blares over the arena as the Hardcore Icon walks to the ring with no reaction from the crowd. Brando’s music blares over the ring, and he strides down the ramp, standing next to Kammy. “BOOM!” a pyro explodes as Kane’s music begins playing. The big man walks down to the ring, Doink at his side. Kane stands away from everyone else. Generic music plays as D-Money runs into the ring, ready for his match. Harry’s music plays and he eagerly runs to the ring, and awaits his chance. The ref calls for the bell, and our first match begins! D-Money and Harry lock up. Dirty, ducks under Douglas and punches him in the back of the head. Harry whips Douglas across the ring, and as he comes back, Harry flips him over his head! D-Money cries like a bitch as his back begins to hurt. Harry lifts him up, and hits a very stiff DDT on him!“1…2…3”ELIMINATION: D-MONEY DOUGLASTommy Dreamer rolls into the ring, and swings at Harry. Dirty Harry ducks under his blow, and rolls Dreamer up! “1….2….3”ELIMINATION: TOMMY DREAMEREdge slides into the ring, and sets Dirty Harry up. Harry turns around, and Edge begins pummeling him with lefts and rights. Edge sends him into the corner, and punches him multiple times, wearing him down. Edge whips Harry across the ring, and runs up after him, spearing him in the corner. Dirty stumbles out of the corner, and Edge hits the Edge’O Matic on him! He goes over to the corner, and gets ready for the Spear. Dirty gets up, and is Speared by Edge!“1…2…3”ELIMINATION: DIRTY HARRY Matt Striker rolls into the ring quietly, trying to outsmart Edge. Edge sees him, and delivers a massive Spear! Edge covers him.“1….2….3”ELIMINATION: MATT STRIKERMuhammed Hassan rolls into the ring, and waits for Edge to turn around. Both men begin brawling, fighting for a chance at the Custom Title. Hassan gets the best of Edge, and pushes him into the corner. Muhammad, lifts Edge up onto the rope, and hits an assisted Suplex! Edges back slams against the mat with impact as Hassan walks over to Edge and rolls him over. He locks in the Camel Clutch! Edge fights it off, and flips Hassan over his head. Edge grabs Muhammad, and plants him with the Edgeocution!“1….2….3”Elimination: MUHAMMAD HASSANACM slides into the ring, and both men size each other up. They go and lock up, with ACM getting the advantage. Antonio gets Edge into a headlock, but Edge manages to push Maith off. ACM bounces off the ropes, and crossbodies Edge. ACM springs up to his feet, and goes for an elbow drop, but Edge rolls out of the way. ACM gets back up, and is dropkicked by Edge into the corner. The Rated R Superstar goes for a Monkey Flip, but ACM lands on his feet. Edge turns around into a nice Spinning Wheel Kick from ACM. Maith’s foot connects with his jaw, sending Edge to his back. ACM grabs Edges legs underneath his arms, and lifts him up. With one burst of power, ACM sends Edge over his head with a Wheelbarrow Suplex! ACM covers.“1….2….3”ELIMINATION: EDGEKammy slides into the ring, waiting behind ACM. Maith sees her and frowns. Kammy gets up in his face and slaps him. Maith smiles, and pushes her across the ring. Kammy gets right back up and charges at ACM Maith grabs her by her hair and begins mouthing off. Brandovirus steps up to the ropes and gets in Maiths face, who forgets about Kammy. Kammy comes up and rolls ACM up!“1….2….3”ELIMINATION: ACMMaith looks surprised as he is ushered out of the ring. Kammy taunts ACM, unawares of the force standing behind her. Kane lurks behind her, waiting for the time to strike. Kammy moves backwards, and bumps into him, and frowns. Kane spins her around, and grabs her by the throat, turning to the middle of the ring. He lifts her up high in the air, then slams her down, completing a monstrous Chokeslam! Kane pins her.“1…..2….3”ELIMINATION: KAMMYBrandovirus rolls into the ring, and we have a stare down of the giants. Kane is the first to strike, swinging at his equal. Brando receives the blow and sends one of equal force back at Kane. The two begin trading blows, until Brando gets the advantage and backs Kane up against the ropes. Kane gets whipped across the ring, but comes back with a big boot to the face of Brando! The Superbeast drops to his back as Kane runs against the parallel ropes. He drops a big leg over Brando’s throat, then gets back to his feet with surprising speed. Kane lifts Brando up, but the Super Beast breaks out, and begins pummeling Kane. Brando backs him up into the corner, then drives his shoulder into Kane’s ribs. The Big Red Machine crumples forwards, but is caught by Brando. The Superbeast grabs him by the neck with both hands, but Kane grabs Brando with his right hand. Kane toe-kicks Brando, and knocks him back into the middle of the ring. Kane grabs him by the throat, and slams him with a Chokeslam!“1…2…” BRANDO KICKS OUT OF THE CHOKESLAM! Kane lifts Brandovirus up, but the Superbeast grabs Kane with both hands, and slams him with the Infliction! Brando covers Kane!“1…2…”Kane kicks out! Brando looks pissed as the Big Red Machine sits up! Kane gets up, and grabs Brando, tossing him on his shoulder. Kane centers himself, and drives Brando down with the Tombstone Piledriver! Kane makes the two-handed cover.“1….2….3”Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE CUSTOM TITLE, KANE!Doink rolls into the ring, and raises Kane’s hand. The screen cuts to a commercial break. |
We cut to the back where Sam X strides down the hallway to the ring for his match. as he does, he bumps into a clown. Doink the Clown. Doink laughs at him. Kane looks on from behind Doink.Doink: Well well well, look who it is. Sam X, the Custom Champion. Looks like you have no chance in retaining the title against my monster, that is, of course, if you retain it tonight.Sam looks at Doink, then looks up at Kane. There is no hint of fear in Sam's eyes. Sam looks back at Doink.Sam: Hey skidmark, get your freak out of my way. I have a match to win. Once I retain this X Title against that teddy bear Mick Foley, I'll have no problem doing it again against your so-called monster. See you later, freak.Sam walks past the pair confidently. Doink stares into Sam's back, and pats Kane on the shoulder. Kane stands silent as the screen fades to the ring. |
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 2:48:45 GMT -5
Mick Foley sits in his locker room, resting on an old wooden bench. He dons his Cactus Jack attire, and his hands are taped up. Mick stands up and begins ghost punching, then runs his hands through his hair. Foley grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip before tossing it aside. Mick takes one last sigh and he leaves his locker room, ready to do war. |
The fans look over to the titan tron where a graphic for Sam X vs Mick Foley appears. A video package begins playin on the screen to some ominous music.“Hatred…..Violence”We see Sam and Foley tearing each other up in the Ultimate X, and on the random shows.“Anger…..Frustration”We see Foley elbow dropping Sam through the table, and later on escaping from X.“Instinct…..Survival” It shows Sam X ruthlessly and coldly pin everyone of his opponents. He holds nothing back. “Hardcore…..Custom Title” We see Sam and Mick Foley staring each other down and the video comes to a close.
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Sam X vs. Mick FoleyCustom Championship: Hardcore MatchCactus Jack’s music rips over the arena as the Hardcore Legend himself strides out onto the stage. Foley is dressed in full Cactus Jack attire, and is grinning widely. He sticks his right arm up in the air, much to the delight of the fans. Cactus strides down to the ring and rolls into the ring. Once again Jack raises his right arm up into the air, drawing many cheers from the fans. “Suffocate” rumbles over the arena as the Custom Champion Sam X bursts onto the stage. The X Title is strapped around his waist, albeit loosely. Paul Heyman is nowhere to be seen. X throws his arms up in the X symbol, causing a pyro to shoot out of the stage. Sam struts down to the ring and rolls in, always eyeing Cactus Jack. Sam unstraps his title and hands it to the ref. The ref shows it to both men and raises it up in the air. The title is handed to a ring worker, and the bell is rung! Sam and Foley stalk each other like animals. Sam has a dead serious look on his face while Mick grins widely. They go to tie up, but Sam quickly slams a knee in Foley’s gut. X hammers Mick on his back, dropping him to his knees. Sam grabs Foleys arm and twists it back into a hammerlock, bending his arm backwards. Foley elbows Sam in the knee, forcing Sam to let go. Mick turns around and punches Sam in the jaw, dropping him to his back. Foley rolls out of the ring and begins searching under the ring apron. He sticks his arm in there, and pulls out a trash can, which he tosses into the ring. Mick looks again, and pulls out a trash can lid, and a stop sign. He tosses both those in as Sam begins to stir. Foley grabs the stop sign and smacks Sam on the back with it, X grabs his back in pain as Foley hits him again. Foley drops the now bent stop sign and lifts Sam to his feet. He whips X across the ring and grabs the trash can lid. Sam rebounds back, and Foley swings at him with the trash can lid. Sam ducks under the blow and jumps onto the ropes, springing off of them as he lands. X twists in mid-air and drills Mick with a crossbody. Sam stays on Mick and goes for the pin. “1…..2..” Foley kicks out at 2. Sam immediately gets back up to his feet and grabs the trash can lid. He drops it on Foleys head, the leg drops it, driving the lid onto Foley’s face! The crowd “oohhs” as Sam goes over to the actual trash can, which he picks up and lifts over his head. Sam goes back over to Foley, who drop toe holds Sam onto the trash can! Foley gets back up to his feet and elbows Sam’s head into the trash can, inflicting more pain on him! X clutches his head as Foley runs against the ropes and baseball slides into Sam, sending him out of the ring! X crashes on the floor, falling on his side. Foley slides out of the ring, and grabs Sam by the hair. Mick whips Sam into the barricade, smashing his back into the metal railing. Foley charges Sam again, and clotheslines him over the railing! They have taken this brawl to the crowds! Foley begins hammering Sam with fists, then raises his hand up in the air, drawing cheers from the capacity crowd. Mick goes to lift Sam up, but X fights back, punching Foley in the gut multiple times. Sam finally makes his way to his feet, and wrenches a chair from a crowd member. X slams the chair over Mick’s head, almost crushing it. He calls the ref over, and goes for the pin.“1…..2….”Kickout! Sam looks pissed as he grabs Mick’s wild hair, and lifts him to his feet. Sam spins Mick around, and begins punching and pushing him backwards, and soon enough they are by one of the fans entrances. Tables and other equipment lay scattered in this area, much to the fans’ delight. Sam punches Foley in the face, then kicks him in the gut. X goes for a Suplex, but Foley counters, and hits a Suplex of his own! Sam roars in pain as his back hits the concrete floor hard, making a loud noise. Foley picks Sam up, and holds him horizontally to his body. Mick charges and slams Sam’s back into a wall, then hits a scoop slam onto some of the various equipment pieces. Foley pins Sam!“1…..2…” X kicks out at 2! Foley picks Sam up again and whips him at a low wall. Sam runs, but jumps up on the top of the wall, and moonsaults off of it! X crashes onto Foley as the fans roar in excitement at Sam’s athleticism. Sam manages his way up to his feet, and grabs a chair from the area. He stalks Foley like a panther, going in for the kill. Mick stands, and Sam swings, but Foley ducks under the blow, and dropkicks Sam! X falls forwards, landing on the chair. Mick goes over to a pile of wreckage and grabs a ladder, much to the fans’ delight. He charges at Sam with it, and slams it in Sam’s face! X falls to his back as Mick keeps himself up. Foley drops the ladder on Sam’s torso, then kicks it off. Mick lifts Sam to his feet, and throws him into a wall, then guides him backstage. Foley throws Sam into a production box, which he flips over, crashing into other equipment. Mick goes over to Sam, but X low blows Mick, and begins choking him with a wire. Foley tries to worm his way out, but to no avail. Sam latches the hold in tighter, but Mick elbows him in the face, causing Sam to release the hold. Foley gets to his feet, and holds his throat, trying to get some breath. He barely has enough time as Sam tackles him into the equipment, and begins pummeling him with rights and lefts. Foley tries getting up, but Sam will not relent. X stops, only to inflict a more painful punishment. Sam picks Foley up, and grabs him by the hair. He guides Mick towards a glass window, and goes to throw him through it, but Foley doesn’t budge. Sam’s momentum carries him into the wall next to the glass. Sam turns around to see Mick charging him. X tries to move, but Foley sandwiches him onto the wall. Sam crumples over, and Foley knees him in the head. X slumps against the wall. Foley throws up the bang bang symbol and lifts Sam up. He pushes Sam’s head against the glass, and tackles him through it! BAH GAWD! FOLEY HAS JUST SENT SAM THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW! X is crumpled up in shards of glass as Foley begins climbing through the window carefully. Foley turns Sam over carefully, and we can see that he has been busted open. The blood trickles down X’s forehead, and slowly onto his chest. Foley covers Sam, but the ref is slow to get into position to make the count.“1…2….”Sam kicks out! Foley looks frustrated as Sam’s shoulders come off the ground. Mick picks Sam up, who stumbles around groggily. Foley goes to whip Sam into a table which is propped up against a wall, but Sam counters the whip and hits Foley with a powerslam! Mick yells as Sam powerfully slams him on his back X grabs Foley and drags him over to the table. He props Mick up against the table, and walks back a couple feet. Sam charges the prone Foley, and spears him through the table! Mick goes straight through, slumping against the wall. Pieces of table scatter through the area as Sam looks around groggily for Foley. He finally finds him and collapses onto him. “1….2….”Foley kicks out! Sam looks distraught as he picks Foley up by the hair, and starts walking him out to the arena. Sam punches Foley in the gut, and throws him over the barricade. Foley skids across the mat as Sam climbs up onto the barricade. X flips off, but Mick rolls out of the way, causing Sam to crash and burn onto his back. Mick stomps on Sam, then begins digging underneath the ring. He pulls out a bag, and slides it into the ring. Mick also grabs a bat, and a roll of barbwire from underneath the ring and slides them into it! The crowd cheers as Mick grabs Sam and slides him into the ring. Foley follows Sam, and grabs the baseball bat and the barbwire. He carefully wraps it around the bat, and waits for Sam. Mick swings the bat, but Sam ducks under it. Foley turns around, and Sam toe kicks him! X grabs the baseball bat and slams it on Mick’s back! X grabs the barbwire and pulls it off the bat, then turns Mick over, and begins rubbing the wire in Foley’s face. Mick yells in agony as the wire tears and cuts his flesh. Blood seeps out of the wounds. Sam discards the wire and grabs the bag. He opens up the bag and turns it over. Out come spilling thousands of thumbtacks, much to the fans’ delight. X picks Foley up, and sizes him up, but Foley kicks Sam in the gut, knocking him over. Mick grabs the barbwire, and then reaches in his pants. MR. SOCKO! Foley puts the sock on his hand, and wraps the barbwire around the sock. Sam gets up, and Foley jabs the sock at Sam, but X grabs his arm, fighting off the incoming wire. Mick uses his other hand to punch Sam, then grabs him up. Foley back suplexes X ONTO THE BARBWIRE! Sam screams in pain as many of the tiny pokers stick into his back. X tries pulling them out, but Mick is already on him, punching and kicking him. When Sam looks dazed enough, Foley slides out of the ring, and searches under the table again. He pulls out a table, and begins setting it up on the outside of the ring. It is placed perpendicular to the ring apron, and Foley slides back into the ring with a chair. He lifts Sam to his feet, and WHAM! VAN DAMINATOR TO FOLEY! Mick stumbles around and falls right on the thumbtacks! Foley seems to be out cold as Sam pulls himself from the opposite turnbuckle. Sam looks around, then leaps off of the top, tucking in during mid air. X comes crashing down on Foley with a frog splash! Sam looks to go for the cover, but he shakes his head, and rolls Foley to the apron. Sam rolls out of the ring, and grabs something from under it. Lighter Fluid, and a box of matches. X dumps all the lighter fluid on the table, almost draining it. Sam strikes a match, then drops it on the table. The table goes ablaze as Sam climbs back up to Foley. X picks him up horizontally to his chest, and looks around at the crowd, who are on their feet. Sam swings Foley around, AND DRIVES HIM THROUGH THE GOD DAMN FIERY TABLE WITH A VOID SLAM! JESUS CHRIST! Ringworkers immediately put the fire out as Sam pins Foley.“1….2…..3!”Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL THE SNME CUSTOM CHAMPION, SAM X! X looks on with a dazed sense of pride, then looks back at Foley, who seems dead. Sam smiles sickly, and grabs a chair. He begins slamming Foley with it, beating the already broken man. He doesn’t stop, just beating the life out of Mick. Security finally hops in and pulls Sam away, much to his disliking. Security pulls Sam to the back, and we cut away from Mick Foley lying lifelessly in the smoldering remains of the table. |
The arena abruptly turns pitch black, as the tron fills up with static. The image and sound of a heart rate meter flashes on screen, going on and on, forever flat. The meter turns silent, but the image remains, as a voice rings out of the speakers."Greatness. Notable; remarkable; exceptionally outstanding. At Rumble in the Jungle, greatness was seemingly killed off, at the hands of a new evil. All hope was lost for SNME, as greatness slowly drifted away along the oceans of forgotten past. But it is time, for a renewal. Greatness, has once again submerged from the depths..."The screen becomes engulfed with fog, as the faint image of water can be seen in the background. The sound of the heart meter picks up, as life fills the monitor. The smoke begins to slowly clear, as the figure of what seems to be a man slowly emerges from the water. Around his body, is an eerie glow, as he slowly walks forwards, towards the screen. His six pack, shines in the light, as does every ounce of definition on his muscular body. Water slowly drips down his body, as the camera closes in on the mans face. Water slowly flows out of the mans scruffy beard, and drips from his bangs, which hang just above his eyes. He clenches his fists tightly, opening his eyes, sending an unknown flash of light into the screen, blinding everything. The voice begins to ring again, as the heart meter jumps at full force, as the image comes back onto the screen."At Summer Meltdown...Greatness...is...REBORN!"The screen turns black, as a familiar name begins to be scribbled out in blood splattered letters. The fans are left than nothing more, than the name, that reads:"Joey Leone" |
We come into a room where a shadow is seen crouching in the corner where one barely visible light shines onto the shadow.“My time has come. I have been brought here to show the world what true wrestling is all about. I have come here to teach this punks some respect. Who am I you ask? Well, let’s just say, some of these current superstars know me quite well, others know me not one bit. So this is just a warning going out to the entire SNME locker room. Watch your God damn backs, because if you don’t your going to wish you were never put on this earth. I am going to make you beg for mercy, I am going to make you wish you never met me, I am going to make you regret ever stepping foot in a ring. So the official warning is going our right now. See you next week.”The light shuts off and the screen fades away. |
Saturday Night's Main Event: Summer Meltdown!Live! From The Coliseo de Puerto in San Juan, Puerto Rico!8/26/07Footage of the arena is quickly interupted as an advertisement for SNME's next pay-per-view begins to play."Be sure to join us in San Juan, Puerto Rico as SNME hosts the biggest party of the summer, Summer Meltdown! Only on Pay-Per-View!" |
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 2:53:33 GMT -5
"The Baddest Damn team You've Ever Seen" Carlito & John Cena vs. "The New Age Outlaws" Road Dogg & Billy Gunn vs. "Paparazzi Productions" Alex Shelley & Christian Rodriguez vs. "The bWo" Stevie Richards, The Blue Meanie, & "Hollywood" NovaTag Team Turmoul: World Tag Team ChampionshipThe fans in the sold out arena jump to their feet as the bWo's theme music hits the speakers. Fog flows out of the now blue tunnel, and the strobe lights flicker and the fans cheer. Out first is the leader, 'Big' Stevie Cool, who is followed by the Blue Meanie and Hollywood Nova. Meanie dances like a fool before the three casually roll into the ring and prepare for their upcoming match, as it's the biggest of their careers. Nova rolls under the ropes, to cheer on the two bWo members who will participate in the match. After the fog settles, Alex Shelley and Christian 'Cool Man' Rodriguez emrege from the tunnel. The two recieve a mixed reaction. Some fans boo them mercilessly, while others raise their 'Paparazzi Productions' signs high above their head. Shelley and Rodriguez stroll down the ramp and into the ring, just as the New Age Outlaws music hits."Oh you didn't know?"The fans speak in unison with the music as Road Dogg and Billy Gunn march out of the tunnel together, looking like they're about to lay down an ass whippin'. They look at each other, then to the opponents who already stand in the ring. They raise their hands up and then bring them down to their waists, gesturing that they have the Tag Titles in hand. After exchaning cocky looks, they walk down the ramp and slide into the ring just as John Cena's music hits, marking the arrival of the Tag team Champions. Carlito walks out of the tunnel first, with his Title belt snapped around his waist. Soon following is the other half of the Champs, John Cena, who whips his belt around in his hand. The Champions exchange one last look with each other, as if to say "Are you ready?" before running down the aisle, full speed. Cena's jersey as well as both of the Tag Title belts hit the ground on the way to the ring, right before the Champs slide under the ropes.The bell rings, and the match it on! Carlto and Cena fly underneath the ropes and attack whoever they can get their hands on. The tides quickly turn against the champs though, as it seems all of the teams have agreed on pounding down the reiging and defending Cena and Carlito.Road dogg and Billy Gunn simply stand in one corner, watching the mayhem as the fans burst into laughter. Stevie Richards Superkicks Cena right over the top rope, and Road Dogg covers his eyes, and as if it were a violent scene in a movie, buries his head in Billy Gunn's shoulder. Gunn laughs hysterically and shoves Road Dogg away, who accidently runs into Shelley. Shelley turns around and levels Road Dogg, who gets right back up. Soon enough Billy Gunn jumps into the fight with Cool Man, and it's an all out war!Cena is trying to regain his berrings on the outside, and attempting to fight off Stevie Richards and the Blue Meanie at the same time. Inside the ring, The New Age Outlaws and Paprazzie Productions square off. On the other side of the ring, Carlito recovers from the beat down Christian and Shelley were laying down. The fans cheer as The New Age Outlaws get control of Rodriguez and Shelley, before Bully Gunn nils the Fame Asser on Shelley! He rolls over quickly to make the cover."1.....2..... Carlito makes the save!"Shelley rolls out of the ring as Carlito delivers some nasty right hands to Cool Man, before tossing him over the top as well. Road Dogg charges after the distracted Champion, and nails him in the back. Gunn gets up from being rattled by Carlito breaking the pin, and helps Dogg put the boots to Carlito as well. Seeing the trouble his patner was in, Cena takes control of the bWo by throwing Meanie into the crowd and nailing Stevie with an F-U on the floor! The fans are electric as Cena rolls into the ring to save Carlito from the attack.Cena charges into the fray, shoulder blocking both Road Dogg and Gunn to the mat. Road Dogg is back up, and cena drops him with a clothesline. Gunn attacks Cena from behind though, dropping John to his knees. Gunn goes for a modified fame-asser, but Stevie Cool hits a super kick on Gunn! The Blue Meanie rolls him up!"1....2..."Cool Man leaps off the top rope with a moonsault, breaking apart the pin! Stevie Cool helps his partner by grabbing Cool Man by the hair, and tossing him out of the ring. Little does Stevie know, but Shelley is behind him. Stevie turns around, and Alex hits the Shellshock on Stevie Cool! Blue Meanie runs in and hits Shelley with a clubbing blow, sending him to the mat. The Blue Meanie stands in the middle of the cleared ring, AND BEGINS DANCING! The fans are eating this up, but Carlito comes from behind, and hits the Backcracker on the blue fatass. Carlito may have squished himself, as he has a hard time getting to his feet. As he does, Road Dogg tackles him to the mat, only to lift him back to his feet. Dogg stradles him, and with one powerful motion, hits the Pump Handle Slam! Road Dogg goes to cover Carlito, but Cena pulls Road Dogg off, and lifts him onto his shoulders. FU! The FU to Road Dogg! Cena covers!"1...2....3!"Fink: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, JOHN CENA AND CARLITO!Cena helps Carlito to his feet, and travel up the ramp, leaving the carnage in the ring below. |
We cut to the back where Jeremy Borash stands with the victorious John Cena and Carlito.JB: Cena and Carlito, congrats on a hard earned victory in that Tag Team Turmoil.Cena: Yea man. Those 3 other teams were good, but not as good as us. The Chain Gang was definitely in the house tonight, and me and my boy Carlito tore the house down.Carlito: Those fools thought they could beat us . . . Ha! What kind of team do they think they are messing with? We're the Baddest Damn Team They've Ever Seen!Cena: You got that right, 'Lito. JB: Last thing. What's next for you two, and what do you have to say to any potential contenders?Carlito: Together, Cena and I are unstoppable. Management can throw any team they want to at us and we'll beat them. And having that ability . . . That's cool!Cena: All I gotta say is if you want some, come GET some. If you want some, then me and Carlito right here will just show you why were are the Baddest Damn Team in SNME. Peace dog.The team walks off the set, leaving Borash by himself. |
We cut backstage to a dimly lit room. One light shines in the distance. We move closer to the light, seeing that it comes from the bathroom. We look in, seeing Sting, standing in front of the mirror, painting his face. With the white layer complete, Sting begins painting the lines on his face. First, he gets his eyes, forming a dark black circle around them. He then paints his lips black. He goes back up, taking care of all the other lines. He puts on the final touches and lays down the brush. He waits for a moment, staring deeply into the mirror, questioning himself. He takes one deep breath, taking in all of the fresh air around him. He then walks into the lockeroom area, flicking off the light behind him. Sting reaches into his bag, pulling out his gloves. He slips them onto his hands, one at a time. He then reaches into his locker, pulling out his long black coat. He slides it onto his arms and over his shoulders. He then picks up his bat as he heads for the door. He quietly slips through the door letting it close behind him. |
Chris Masters lays down on a bench, with a bar above his head. The bar is atleast 420 pounds. Masters grabs it, and proceeds to rep the bar 10 times. With his last positive lift, Chris grunts and pushes the bar back up on the holder. Chris goes over to so dumbbells, and picks up 2 70 pound bars. One in each hand, he begins curling them, flexing his muscles with each curl. After 10 on each arm, Masters sets the weights down and leaves the weight room, and heads down the hallway. |
Sting vs. Chris MastersSNME ChampionshipThe oh so familiar drum roll of the Masterpiece's theme music hits the PA system, marking the arrival of the challenger. With all of the lights in the arena turned off, and only the glare from the tron illuminating the entire arena, it's hard to see anything. Just then, a spotlight from over head shines down, revealing the Masterpiece on the top of the stage. He's down on one knee, in the thinking man's pose. His hand on his chin, and cape resting all around him unti lhe stands up. His burgundy velvet cape slides slowly off of his shoulders, revealing his chisled features that were hidden underneath. To the beat of the drums, he flexes as the pyro behind him glistens his every muscle. The women in attendace cheer widly as the challenger smiles, knowing he's the envy of every man in the building. Finally the pyro and rums are done, and he walks down the ramp, calmy and collectively. He throws his hands up, yelling something about how he's going to be the next SNME Champion. He preends he's got the belt in his hands, and rubs the imaginary Titles, as if he were polishing it. After rolling into the ring, the lights shut off once more.
The heavy guitar riff, followed by the smashing of he drums marks the grand entrace of the Champion. "Passion's Killing Floor" by HIM echos through the arena as the fans boo the SNME Champion, he emergers from the tunnel wearing a fancy, diamond studded crown on top of his head. Accompanied by the new crown, in the SNME Championship draped over his shoulder. The Stinger glares down the ramp at Masters with an evil look on his face, as if he already knows that he's going to win. After taking one last, long look into the crowd, he starts down the ramp, slowly and cooly. Valo Synnclaire walks behind him at his side, occasionally dodging an outstretched fans hand as if it were contaminated with some sort of disease. He actually turns around and feigns a punch at one of them, before laughing hysterically. Sting doesn't even notice, as he's focusing on his opponent. After going up the stairs and intothe ring, the Stinger raises the Title over his head once more, before turning around and looking into the challenger's eyes.The ring announcer takes center stage in the middle of the ring, with a microphone.Howard Finkel: Standing in the corner to my right. He stands 6 feet, 4 inches tall. He weighs in tonight at 275 pounds. He hails from Los Angeles, California, and he is the number one contender for the SNME Championship... He is the Masterpiece, Chris Masters!The fans cheer insanely, hoping that The Masterpiece will be the man to de-thrown Sting as the Saturday Night's main Event Champion. Masters smiles widely and pumps both fists in the air, while turning to each side of the crowd. The ring announcer waits for the crowd to settle down before turning to the other side.Howard Finkel: And in the corner to my left... He stands 6 feet, 2 inches tall. He wieghs in tonight at 252 pounds. He is making his way to the ring tonight from Helsinki Finalnd, and is the...Valo Synnclaire marches over to the ring announcer, and whispers somethign into his ear. After finishing what he said, he turns around and points to the crown on top of Sting's head, before whispering one more little detail. The ring announcer rolls his eyes and asks Valo if he's serious, before going back to announcing.Howard Finkel: ...And not only is he the FIRST ever SNME King of the Ring, but he is also the defending SNME Champion, This... is Sting!Valo Synnclaire raises his hands high into the air, smiling widely as if he's just been crowned President of the United States. Sting's face remains as solid as a rock as he raises the Title up high, staring down the Masterpiece at the same time. Finally, he hands over the belt and removes his caot and crown before the bell rings.
The referee signals for the bell as the two walk toward eachother, not breaking eye contact the enitre time. Sting raises one hand into the air, asking Masters to try a test of strength. Master stops dead in his tracks, looking into the crowd, baffled. He looks back at Sting, who nods his head. You can read the challegner's lips as he asks, "Are you serious?" Sting's face remains straight, as Master shrugs his shoulders and puts his hand in the air. just as he does, Sting nails him with a kick to the gut, before grabbing his hand and twisting it into a hammer lock. Master keels over before being forced down to a knee, as the Champion applies pressure to his elbow. Sting pushes upward on Masters arm, trying to dislocate his elbow. Masters pure strength is too much for the veteran to handle though, and the challenger powers up to his feet. The Masterpiece turns around, attempting to reverse the hammerlock, but is cut short.
Sting turns with master, and kicks his right knee out, sending the challenger down on his rear end. Sting pounces quickly, securing a headlock around Masters massive neck, squeezing as hard as he can. Masters tries desperately to push Sting's fore arm from across him throat, but it doesn't work. Finally, Masters realizes a different route of escape. He uses all of his might to stand up, and switches the positioning of his feet. He reaches behind himself, and grabs Sting by the waist. He lifts him into the air, attempting a back suplex... But that's just hwat Sting was expecting. The Champion rakes Masters eyes, sending him back down to the knee he was on before. the Stinger wrenches the headlock again, twisitng the Masterpiece's neck. Masters pushes at Sting;s fore arm again, as the referee asks Masters is he give up. Masters waves him off, and stands up again. This time Masters transitions to the other side. He grabs Sting by the wiast again, and trips him. Sting holds onto the headlock, and pulls Masters down backward. The Masterpiece lands on top, but Sting keeps hold of his neck, rolling Masters onto his stomach. the Champion gets the mount, with Master face down.
Sting lets go of the head lock, and begins reigning down blowd to the neck and back of the head of the Masterpiece. Left, right, left, right. All the challenger can do is protect his head, and try to roll out of this predicament. The referee stops Sting, and warns him that he has to use an open fist, or else he'll be disqualified. Sting ignores him, and continues to bludgeon the challenger senseless. Masters knows that he has to escape. He crawls backward, sending Sting forward. Masters gets out from between Sting's legs, and attempts to stand up, but is dizzy from being pucnhed so many times. Sting rolls out of the reversal quickly, and stands up. He sees Masters is wobbily, and walks over as the challenger is on his knees.
WHAM! Sting leans back and levels Masters with a devastating kick to the jaw! Masters falls backward, nearly unconcious from the kick directly to the chin, as Sting kneels into Masters guard. Again, the Stinger reigns down a barage of fists until Masters seems to be out cold. At that point. Sting goes for the pin."One..... Two...... Thr, Kickout!"Sting can't believe that Masters kicks out! He gave Masters all that he could, and it couldn't keep him down. He picks Master up by the hair, and whips him into the ropes. Sting bounces off at the opposite end, and jumps into the air, striking Masters down with a flying clothesline. he goes for the pin again."1..... 2..... Kickout!"This time, Masters seems to have even more grit than before. He stands up on his own, and even though he's on wobbily legs, he motions for Sting to come forth and give him some more. Sting, not knwoign what to do next, does just that. He walks over angrily, and devastates Masters with a nearly jaw breaking right hand. Masters swings to his right, absorbing the impact of the blow, before looking Sting in the eye one more time. Sting rears back, and connects with an even harder right hand, this one sending Masters crashing into the corner. Sting back up, and howls, preapring for the Stinger Splash. Masters seems helpless o nthe other end, and Sting flies into the air.
CRASH! Masters moved out of the way, and Sting's head bounced off of the steel ring post! the Stinger stumbles backward, before being taken off of his feet by a killer clothesline to the back of the head! Masters, putting all of his remaining strength into the shot, goes down as well. The referee gets into position, watching both wrestlers as he begins to count."One! .......... Two! .......... Three! ........... Four! .............. Five! ........."The two gladiators lay face down. It becoms clear that the smash into the ring post cut the Champion's head open, as the blood begins to pool on the mat. The Master piece and the Stinger begin to move at the exact same time, but it's Masters who seems to be recovering quicker."........Six! ............... Seven! ............... Eight! ............. Nine! ............"Master arms shoots into the air, and he gets to his knees. He rolls the now blood soaked Champion over, and goes for the cover as the referee slides into position."1..... 2..... Kickout!"Sting's left shoulder bursts into the air. Masters gets back to his knees, putting his hands on his head. He looks as if he expected the Stinger to stay down from the shot into the ring post. The Masterpiece grabs the champ by the hair, and drags him to his feet. He connects with two hard fore arms to Sting's cheek, before whipping him into the ropes. Masters waits in the middle of the ring, as Sting comes rebound back. WHAM! Mastrers drops Sting with a hard Polish Hammer directly to the face, sending blood flying everyhwere. He drops down and hooks the leg."1..... 2...... Sting kicks out again!"Masters is pissed now. He grabs Sting by the hair, and begins smashing his face in with furious right hands. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! The referee grabs Masters hand, warning him that he can't use the closed fist, just as he did to Sting earlier in the match. The Masterpiece lifts the Stinger's lifeless body up, and turns him around. Sting falls to a knee, as the challenger calls for the Masterlock. The fans cheer as Masters backs up, eyeing up the Stinger. He moves in slowly, and right when he's ready to punce... Sting rolls through Masters legs! He sweeps his feet out, and rolls him over, and applies the Scorpion Deathlock! Masters screams in pain in the middle of the ring, no where to go! He uses his hands to cover his head, trying not to think agonizing pain he's in. He finally plants one hand down, and then then other. With all of his might, he pushes downward, trying desperately to escape the hold. Blood squirts from Sting's gash on his head, as he screams, using all of his might to keep the challenger down. Physically, Masters strength out matches the Stinger's and it becomes obvious as Masters breaks the hold! Sting rolls across the ring, and turns around to see Masters getting up.
The Champion charges, and grabs Masters foot again. The Masterpiece baited Sting in, and rolls over, going for the win."One.... Two...... Thr. NO! Sting kicks out!"The two serparate quickly, and turn to eachother. Master throws a big clothesline at Sting, but the Champion ducks it. Instead he gets Masters back, and secures the Scorpiong Deathlock one more time! This time, Masters has no stength or will left to escape, and taps out. The bell rings, and Sting lets go of the hold.Howard Finkel: Here is your winner, and STILL the Saturday Night's Main Event Champion, Sting!"Sting lies in the ring, only his midsection moving form his constant breaths. Valo Synnclaire jumps into the ring with the SNME Championship belt, holding it for the Champion. At ringside, Austin Owens and Joey Styles react to the match.Styles: Well Austin, Sting said he was going to use the mental aspect of the game as well as his wrestling skill to out-do the Masterpiece, and that's just what he did.Owens: I couldn't have said it better myself Joey. Masters made a triumphant come back, but in the end, Sting broke his will to win, and maybe even a couple bones with that Deathlock.Styles: What a match.... I'm getting word that we're going to the back, so let's go!Sting recovers in the ring with Valo Synnclaire as the Masterpiece lays face down, both hands on his lower back as we cut to the back. |
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 3:00:02 GMT -5
We cut to Randy Orton standing with Jeremy Borash in the back.JB: Randy Orton, just moments away from the Elimination Chamber, what are your thoughts?Orton: My thoughts? You want my thoughts Borash? I go into this match the under dog, but I swear to everyone that I will walk out of the match the winner, and the new World Heavyweight Champion. Why? Well it is simple Borash. Because it is destiny. Now excuse me, I have a date with the devil.Orton walks off the set in pursuit of the ring. |
We catch up with CM Punk who is sitting in his locker room, getting ready for his death defying match tonight. Lifting his knee pads up to his knees, Punk looks up, and sits up on the bench. Punk crosses his arms, and begins to speak.CM Punk: In just a few moments, my whole world is going to change. My body is not going be the same. Nor will my mind. In just a few moments, I'm putting my whole life on the line. For what? I'll tell you what. The World Heavyweight Championship. Lets take a look back down memory lane. A few short months ago, I was put in a match with a man named Casey Kage. The two of us put on one hell of a match up. That night my whole world ended. Casey Kage stole that belt from me. He ripped it out of my hands, and just a month or two later, Kage lost the title to Batista. Ever since then, have I yet to get my rightful shot at the title. Now tonight. I get my shot, as well as five others. When the six of us are locked in that Chamber, no one will ever be the same.CM Punk: Six men walk in, only one walks out. And folks, that man that walks out of the Elimination Chamber, will not be Ken Kennedy, Randy Orton, Chris Jericho, Triple H, or Kurt Angle. That man, is me! The Intercontinental Champion. And after it's all said and done, and everyone is eliminated except for the one man with all the talent in the world, I, CM Punk will be marked down in the history books, as the first man to ever hold the SNME IC, and World Heavyweight Championships at the same time. Because this is true, this is real...this is STRAIGHT EDGE!Punk throws his arms up in an X as we leave the locker room. |
We cut to Triple H standing with Jeremy Borash. JB: Triple H, can I get your thoughts on tonights Elimination Chamber?HHH: I have nothing to say other then the fact that I am going into the ring with 5 of the very best in this business. I have a first class ticket to hell, and I just wanna know whose coming with me.Triple H storms off the set and off to the ring. |
We cut to Ken Kennedy standing in his locker room. He slides his elbow pad up his right arm, and makes it comfortable. Kennedy looks up at the camera and smirks.Kennedy: Tonight is my night. Tonight is the night Mr. Kennedy gets his World Title shot. My first ever title shot, and I plan on cashing in on it. The Elimination Chamber.....hell on earth. I step into here with one thing on my mind, and that is winning. So at the end of the night, when the bell is rung, and the last man is eliminated, the words that will ring out over the arena will be as follows."HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, MISTAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ..................... ..................... KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"Kennedy closes his mouth and leaves his locker room for the ring. |
We cut to a locker room where Chris Jericho stands in front of a mirror. He looks deeply into his eyes, searching his soul. Jericho: Tonight is the night......tonight is the night that you regain what is yours. Those 5 other assclowns, they ain't nothin'. You are the King of the World. You are the rightful World Champion, and you will show that tonight.Jericho walks out of the room and down the hallway. |
We cut to a random backstage area where Kurt Angle stands, World Title draped around his shoulder. Angle is quiet, staring off into the blackness. He begins speaking, but his eyes never look at the camera.Angle: Punishment. Violence. Victory. Those are the only things that I will allow to run through my mind at this time. Tonight I enter hell with 5 other competitors vying for my World Championship. These 5 men are some of the best.....but I am THE best. I am the Wrestling Machine, the Olympic Hero, the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I'm gonna walk into the chamber World Champion, and I'm gonna walk out of the chamber World Champion.Angle spins around, pumped up for hell.Angle: OH ITS TRUE, ITS DAMN TRUE!Kurt walks away from the camera and down the hall to the ring. |
As Angle states his last words and begins to make his way to the gorilla position we are cut off by a video package, highlighting the build-up for the Elimination Chamber.The plans for the demonic structure suddenly appear, just as "Always" by Saliva begins to play."I hear, a voice say Don't be so blind It's telling me all these things, that you would probably hide Am I, your one and only desire Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry"Footage of Kurt Angle beating Chris Jericho is shown, showing us how Angle earned his spot in the match. Then we look on as Kennedy defeats Elijah Burke, CM Punk defeats The Rock, Randy Orton defeats Tommy Dreamer. We then see how Triple H reasoned with Edge, and how Jericho used his rematch clause to sneak into the Elimination Chamber."Always... always... always... always... always... always... I just can't live without you
I love you, I hate you, I can’t get around you I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you
Done with you, done with you, done with you, done with you,done with you"Footage of Triple H and Kurt Angle taking on Chris Jericho and Mr. Kennedy is shown, highlighting the biggest moments of the match. It then shows how Triple H stood tall that night, cleaning the ring of the other five men destined to be in the match with him."I feel, like you don't want me around I guess I'll pack all my things, I guess I'll see you around It's all been bottled up until now As I walk out your door, all I can hear is the sound of
Always... always... always... always... always... always... I just can't live without you
I love you, I hate you, I can’t get around you I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you
I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you
I wrapped my head around your heart Why would you tear my world apart?
Always... always... always... always..."We then see footage of Mr. Kennedy defeating Jericho and CM Punk in the triple threat. We then take witness to the contract, seeing each of the six men sign their name, sealing the deal."I see, the blood all over your hands Does it make you feel, more like a man? Was it all, just a part of your plan The pistol's shaking in my hands and all I hear is the sound
I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you I breathe you, I taste you, I can’t live without you I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you
I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude I pick myself off the floor and now I'm done with you
Always... always... always..."It then ends, showing the happening of the last triple threat, Kurt Angle winning and standing victoriously. It shows Jericho and the rest try to take him out, but Kurt is too smart. He takes them all out and stands tall like the champion he is. The package slowly fades to black. |
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 3:01:12 GMT -5
The Main Event:Kurt Angle vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. Chris Jericho vs. Triple H vs. CM Punk vs. Randy OrtonWorld Heavyweight Championship: Elimination ChamberAs we fade to the ring spotlights shine on the montsrous structure hanging above it. Thirty-six feet in diameter . . . Two miles of chain . . . The Elimination Chamber! An ominous music begins to play, strobe lights begin to flash. The Elimination Chamber slowly begins to lower from the ceiling, gradually getting lower and lower. Workers wait for the structure to get low enough so that they can make sure it comes down just right, taking its place around the ring. The structure is now low enough, just going down over the tips of the ring posts. The structure finally touches the ground, the sound of it's heavy metal support posts hitting the floor echo through the arena. Ast the strobe lights continue to flash the ominous music fades away. From his place at ringside, Howard Finkel begins to speak over the microphone.Howard Finkel: The following contest will be contested in the Elimination Chamber . . . And is for the World Heavyweight Championship . . Two of six men will begin in the ring while the other four are confined in their chambers. As the match begins, every five minutes a pod will open, letting another challenger into the ring."Sexy Boy" blares through the P.A. System, the doors of the Elimination Chamber sliding open. Through the curtain steps "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels. Shawn, not dressed for action, but to referee the match is wearing black dress pants and the official black and white Saturday Night's Main Event Referee shirt. Shawn struts across the stage, the heat hitting him in the face like a brick wall. Shawn prances around the stage, bringing the crowd off their feet. He then begins dancing down the ramp, showing off for the thousands upon thousands of fans watching on. Shawn stops halfway down the ramp, spreading one leg out, bending the other at the knee. Shawn suddenly flexes his muscles, performing his legendary pose for the fans to capture in photographs. As the flash bulbs go off all around the arena Shawn holds the pose, smiling. A shimmering golden wall of pyro suddenly erupts across the stage behind him. The thunderous explosions, almost sounding like gunfire, ringing through our ears.Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring . . . He is the special guest referee . . . Ladies and gentlemen . . . "The Heart Break Kid" . . . Shawn Michaels!Shawn lifts up from the pose, now walking down the rest of the ramp. Shawn stops before entering the structure, taking a look at the well structured human torture device. Shawn smiles, shaking his head with joy. He then steps into the Elimination Chamber, the chain walls surrounding him. Shawn takes his place in the ring, waiting for the six competitors to make their way into the structure.
A massive countdown appears on the screen as the lights dim, and the crowd goes wild as the camera zooms up and into the timer, counting down from 5, 4, 3, 2…….Y2J! The timer stops and we see Jericho’s entrance video on the screen, until a massive explosion rocks the foundations of the arena, and the camera cuts back out and catches the outstretched outline of a figure. As Saliva's "King Of My World" music begins to play, Chris spins around, pumping his elbows into his torso. Chris stands atop the ramp in red tights lined with barbwire, smirking at the fans, who look excited for the main event.Howard Finkel: First, making his way to the ring . . . Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds . . . Standing at six feet . . . Hailing from St. James, Winnipeg, Manitoba . . . The "Lion Heart" . . . Chris Jericho!Jericho struts down the ramp, talking to himself. As he nears the Elimination Chamber he stops, taking in what he is about to step into. Jericho touches the cold steel chain and then walks up the steps. He enters the chamber, Shawn telling him to get inside one of the plexiglass chambers. Jericho mimmicks Shawn, stepping into his chamber. As he enters it the glass door slides shut. Referee John Shontz is on the outside, chaining Jericho's chamber shut. Jericho's music slowly dies down, the lights returning to normal. |
[/b] "Time To Play The Game!!!"A heavily distorted power chord shakes the arena, as Drowning Pool’s “The Game” screams through the arena. The lights have dimmed and green spotlights shine in the arena. "The Cerebral Assassin" slowly steps onto the stage, his head lowered. He pours water over his head, letting it drip off. "The Game" suddenly slings his hair back, looking down at the Elimination Chamber.Howard Finkel: Next, making his way to the ring . . . Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fifty pounds . . . Standing at six feet and four inches . . . Hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut . . . He is "The Game" . . . Triple H!He takes a sip of water as he begins to make his way down the ramp. Triple H makes his way to the ring and slowly walks up the steps. He pours water over his head and takes a gulp into his mouth. He tosses the empty bottle into the crowd and takes center position on the steel grating. He looks at the crowd and sprays his water in the air above him. He looks back at the crowd and sprays the excess at them. He turns around and looks into the Chamber. He quickly enters the structure, the size of it not intimidating him one bit. Triple H heads to one of the chambers, but is quickly stopped by Shawn. Shawn points him to his right chamber, winking at him. Triple H lets out a sleak smile, nodding his head. He enters his chamber, also being locked in it.“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeddddddyyyyyyyyyy!!!!”Mr. Kennedy steps through the gates of hell, his eyes locked onto the Elimination Chamber. the sound of thousands booing fills the air, Kennedy smiling at them as if he enjoyed them booing at him. Instead of making his way down the ramp, Kennedt stops, center stage. A microphone suddenly lowers from the ceiling, falling right into Kennedy's hand. Kennedy quickly takes it, his music dying off.Ken Kennedy: Introducing the greatest competitor in this match . . , I hail from Green Bay, Wisconsin . . . I weight in tonight at a total of two-hundred and forty-four pounds . . . I stand at six feet and two inches . . . I am MISTEEEEEEERRRRRR KENNEDY………………Fans boo so loud that Kennedy can’t hear himself. When the fan quiet down, Kennedy restarts.Ken Kennedy: MISTEEEERRRRRRRRRRR KENNEDY……………… KENNEDY!Kennedy tosses the microphone over his head, heading down the ramp. As he reaches the Elimination Chamber he removes his shirt and tosses it into the crowd. He quickly runs up the steps and enters the structure, smiling. Thoughts of all that he can do to his opponents flashing through his mind. The pain . . . The punishment . . . The payment . . . Shawn points Kennedy to his chamber, Kennedy stepping into it and being locked in. Three of the four chambers are locked tight, only one left to be filled.
The lights dim, fog covers the stage . . . The sound of "My Quest" begins. From the middle of the stage rises a superstar . . . Kurt Angle! As Kurt is lifted from underneath the stage we see just what he is prapared to do, dominate. Dressed to fight . . . To kill . . . To punish! Kurt suddenly raises his arms, massive pyros of red, white, and blue explode behind him in the shape of an "A".Howard Finkel: Next, making his way to the ring . . . Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and forty punds . . . Standing at five feet and ten inches . . . He is the World Heavyweight Champion . . . He is an Olympic Gold Medalist . . . Kurt Angle!Angle makes his way down the ramp, fotry thousand strong chanting his name. A smile appears across Angle's face, taking in all of the glory and basking in it. He quickly jogs up the steps and enters the structure in which he will put his life on the line. Angle looks on at the other three men, locked in their chambers. Angle removes the World Championship from his waist, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it. He then hands it to Shawn Michaels who holds up the belt for everyone to see. Shawn points Angle to the last chamber. Angle steps into his chamber, the glass door sliding shut and being locked into place. The four chambers are filled and it is obvious which two men will first enter the match.
"Miseria Cantare" takes over the P.A. System bringing another round of boos from the fans. CM Punk steps through the gates, his arms held up, forming an "X". As he stands on the ramp, he shakes all of his prematch jitters out. He clears his mind and pulls his shirt off.Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring . . . Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds . . . Standing at six feet and one inch . . . CM Punk!CM Punk slowly makes his way down the ramp, still a little nervous of what might happen in the Elimination Chamber. He then walks up the steps, entering the chamber. CM Punk takes his place in the corner, waiting for his opponent to make his way out so the match can begin.
An unfamiliar guitar riff is heard. The fans turn their attention to the ramp, wondering who it might be. Staind's "Run Away" suddenly begins playing, bringing out "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. The fans begin cheering for Orton, welcoming him. Orton stands on the stage, suddenly raising his arms. A golden wall of sparks begins to fall behind him.Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring . . . Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and forty-five pounds . . . Standing at six feet and five inches . . . "The Legend Killer" . . . Randy Orton!Orton lowers his arms, that same cocky smirk as always across his face. Orton slowly makes his way down the ramp, looking at the thousands of fans cheering for him. Orton slowly walks up the steps, entering the Elimination Chamber. He shakes off all nervousness and takes his place in the corner opposite of CM Punk. As "Run Away" fades away, Shawn steps into the middle of the ring. He holds the World Championship up, letting everyone see it. Shawn then hands the belt to a referee on the outside and takes his position in the ring. The door to the Elimination Chamber slides shut, everyone now with now way to escape the pain and the punishment. [/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 3:01:37 GMT -5
"Ding, Ding, Ding!"The bell sounds and this test of punishment has begun. CM Punk and Orton slowly begin circling, watching eachother as close as possible. As the stare down, ciricling eachother, thousands of ideas flash through their minds, thinking of what they could do to one another. Orton and CM Punk slowly step forward. Punk holds up his hands for a test of strength. Orton locks hands with him and the test of strength has started. Each man pushes and shoves. Orton quickly gets the advantage, twisting and bending Punk's wrists. No longer able to take it, CM Punk delivers a stiff kick to Orton's ribs. Orton breaks the hold and goes at CM Punk, throwing lefts and rights as if he were a mad man. Punk holds up his arms, trying to block all the punches. Orton quickly brabs him by the arm, whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. Punk hits the turnbuckle hard with his back. Orton quickly goes after him, hitting him in the mid-section with a boot. Orton lifts Punk up, placing him on the turnbuckle. Orton climbs to the middle rope, setting Punk up for what looks to be a superplex. Orton tries to lift Punk up, but he blocks it. Punk shoves Orton from him, sending him crashing to the mat.
As Orton lay on the mat, Punk leans back onto Jericho's chamber. Orton slowly stands up, receiving a missle dropkick from CM Punk! CM Punk dives on Orton, making a quick cover. Shawn slides into place, counting . . ."1 . . . 2 . . Kickout!"Orton kicks out and Punk stands up. He pulls Orton up, sending him off the ropes. Orton bounces off, ducking a clothesline from Punk. Orton hits the opposite ropes . . . Flying clothesline! Punk goes down and Orton is to his feet. Orton pulls Punk up, nailing him across the back with a few hard shots. Orton then grabs hold of Punk . . . Vertical suplex! Punk holds his back, Orton quickly making it to his feet. Punk slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. Orotn charges at him . . . Punk flips him over . . . Orton lands hard on the steel grating. Punk steps through the ropes, standing on the grating. He pulls Orton up and sends him into the chain wall. Orotn holds on to the chain, keeping himself on his feet. Orton slowly turns around as Punk charges him, going for a knee lift. Orton jumps outs of the way, causing Punk to connect with the chain wall. Punk falls, holding his knee.
Orton grabs Punk's knee, snatching him into the air. He then brings Punk's knee crashing down onto the steel grating. Punk holds his knee, hoping the pain will leave him. Orton then drags Punk to the chain wall, placing his foot in one of the squares formed by the cold hard chains. Orton begins stomping Punk's leg, bringing more and more pain. As Orton brings the punishment to Punk the timer begins to count down, starting at ten . . ."10 . . .9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .1"The buzzer sounds as lights above each pod begin to flash. The lights go from each pod as it awaits one of them to be selected. The lights suddenly stop on a chamber, containing Jericho. Jericho, ready to enter the match pounds on the glass door, beckoning the referees to hurry and open his chamber. Shawn then tells them to stop, annoyed that Jericho was beating on the door. Looking into the chamber, Shawn mouths off at Jericho. He then orders for them to open Jericho's chamber. The glass door slides open, Jericho quickly leaving it. He enters the ring, rushing over to Orton who steps into the ring. Orton and Jericho begin exchanging blows, trying to rock the other. Jericho ducks a shot from Orton, and goes off the ropes . . . Bulldog! Jericho runs off the ropes, going for the Lionsault . . . As Jericho lands on the middle rope, CM Punk catches him across the face with a thunderous kick. Jericho falls back, hitting canvas. CM Punk grabs onto the ropes, catapulting himself over . . . Leg drop! Punk covers Jericho . . ."1 . . .2 . . . Kickout!"Jericho gets the shoulder up, noticing that Shawn made an obviously quicker count than when Punk pinned Orton. Punk stands up, pulling Jericho up by the hair. Punk whips Jericho into the ropes who quickly grabs hold of them, stopping before he can shoot back at Punk. Orton suddenly charges Punk but is sent into the corner. CM Punk runs at Orton . . . Knee lift! Orton stumbles forward, CM Punk grabbing him. Punk signals for something and sprints out of the corner . . . Bulldog! Punk stands up, waiting for Orton to stand up. Jericho suddenly charges the ropes. He leaps onto the middle one . . . He flips in mid-air . . . Lionsault! Jericho makes a quickl cover on Orton, Shawn slowly taking hia place to count." . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout!"Because of Shawn's slow counting, Orton is able to kickout. Jericho quickly stands up, getting in Shawn's face. Shawn tells him to back off, threatening to send him out of the chamber. Jericho slowly turns around . . . RKO! Orton stands up, his arms raised. CM Punk catches him in the stomach with a thunderous kick. He then lifts Orton onto his shoulders. Punk tosses Orton into the air, bringing his face down right onto his knee . . . Go To Sleep! Orton falls limp to the ground as CM Punk makes the cover . . ."1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"The door to the Elimination Chamber slides open as Shawn rolls Orton onto the steel grating. Referees help Orton out of the chamber, tending to his now busted nose. The doors slide shut as Jericho goes after Punk. As they exchange blows the timer starts once more."10 . . .9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .1"The lights begin to flash, as the fans begin guessing who us going to be released into the Elimination Chamber. The lights suddenly begin flashing over one pod, the pod containing "The Game" Triple H. Shawn nods for his chamber to be opened and Triplh H waits anxiously. His door quickly slides open, but he doesn't step out of his pod. He reaches above him, pulling something down. In his hands he wields his equalizer, a sledgehammer. Triple H steps on the steel grating, drilling Jericho in the stomach. Punk charges at him, but he is also drilled with the hammer. Jericho slowly pulls himself up, leaning on the plexiglass door of Triple H's pod. Triple H brings the sledge hammer above his head, ready to swing. He suddenly brings it down, aiming for Jericho. Jericho through the ropes and into the ring. The sledge hammer crashes through the glass, shattering it all over the place. As Triple H turns around he is met with a kick to the jaw from CM Punk. Punk delivers punch after punch, back elbow! Triple H stubmles back, CM Punk running at him . . . Dropkick! Triple H flies back, going through the glass on the other side of the pod.
As Triple H lay on the still whole piece of glass Jericho bounces off the ropes. He quickly jumps onto the top rope, catapulting himself over them. Triple H rolls out of the way, bringing Jericho landing on the plexiglass, shattering it beneath him. Triple H stands in the ring, catching a sneaky kick from CM Punk. Punk goes for an inziguri, only for Triple H to duck it. Punk lands on the floor, Triple H then dropping an elbow across his back. Triple H wraps Punk's legs together, locking in the Indian Deathlock. Triple H drops to the mat, adding more and more pressure. The already hurt knee of CM Punk hurts more and more, but Triple H won't let go. CM Punk reaches the ropes, but it doesn't matter. Shawn cannot force Triple H to break the hold because there are no rope breaks.
Jericho slowly stands up on the outside, resting and contemplaitng his next move. He looks into what used to be Triple H's pod and spots the sledge hammer, laying amongst the shattered plexiglass. Jericho takes the sledge hammer and enters the ring. He slowly creaps over to Triple H, hovering above him. Then, in a mere instant, Jericho brings the hammer crashing into Triple H's chest. He breaks the hold, holding his chest. Jericho brings the hammer down once more, crushing Triple H's chest cavity. As Triple H gasps for air, Jericho tosses the hammer to the side and begins stomping away, driving his boots into his chest. Jericho then drops to his knees, covering Triple H. But, seeing that the referee is Shawn Michaels, Shawn only makes his way to counting position sluggishly.". . . 1 . . . 2 . . ."Shawn falls over, holding his shoulder in pain. Jericho slaps the mat, yelling at Shawn to make the count. He then stands up, Shawn squirming on the ground in fake pain. Jericho pulls Shawn up by his collar, getting in his face.Jericho: Listen you dumb son of a bitch! When I pin someone, don't go making slow counts! Got it?Shawn shoves Jericho off, his angered look turning into a smile. Jericho looks on confused at Shawn smiling. Jericho turns around . . . Thwack! A thunderous kick echos through the arena as CM Punk catches Jericho across the jaw. CM Punk makes a quick cover."1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout!"Jericho kicks out, yelling. He shoves Punk off him, stadning up as quickly as possible. Punk beckons Jericho on, who looks at him as if he'd lost his mind. Jericho slowly inches towards CM Punk, his hands by his side. CM Punk dares Jericho to hit him, pointing to his jaw. Jericho suddenly rares back his hand, slapping the spit from CM Punk's mouth. CM Punk holds his jaw, now smirking. Punk begins catching Jericho with blow after blow, hitting him as hard as his fists will hit. He then moves on to bringing thunderous kicks to Jericho's thighs and mid-section. CM Punk whips Jericho across the ring, sending him into the ropes. CM Punk drops to the mat, Jericho leaping over him. As Jericho hits the ropes in return, CM Punk leaps, drilling Jericho right in the face with a hard knee shot. Jericho stumbles back, leaning on the ropes. CM Punk then charges at him, clotheslining him over the ropes and onto the steel grating.
On the grating, Triple H waits for him. Triple H grabs both of Jericho's legs, looking to send him flying. Triple H turns his body, sending, so that Jericho is aimed right at the chain wall. Triple H falls back, catapulting Jericho right into the chain. CM Punk steps onto the grating, pulling Jericho up with help from Triple H. Together they send Jericho crashing into the chain once more. As Jericho drops to his knees, Triple H grabs handful of hair. He begins grinding Jericho's face into the chain, opening him up. Jericho begins to bleed, bringing the satisfaction of punishment into Triple H's mind. But, just as he thought he was doing ok, he was caught across the back with a big shot from CM Punk. Punk drills Triple H across the back, punches and kicks.
Triple H suddenly ducks a kick, lifting Punk onto his shoulders. Jericho rolls out of the way as Triple H falls back bringing CM Punk slamming onto the steel grating. The crowd lets out an "Ohhhhh", Triple H once again in satisfaction. As Triple H turns his head, Jericho leaps off the turnbuckle . . . Cross body! Both men land hard on the steel grating, the pain rushing through their bodies. Jericho slowly sits up on his knees, thinking of what to do. CM Punk goes for a kick, only for Jericho to catch it right in time. Jericho ctands up, still holding Punk's leg. Punk kicks with the other leg, only for Jericho to catch that one too, slamming Punk's head to the grating. Wthout a second though Jericho rolls Punk over, locking in the walls of Jericho. Shawn watches on, looking to see if Punk taps. Punk looks as if he were about to tap but suddenly shoved with all his power. Jericho shoots forward, slamming into the chain wall.
Triple H waits in the ring, watching as CM Punk crawls into it. Triple H pulls Punk up, placing his head between his knees. Triple H prepares for the Pedigree, but he is suddenly overpowered. CM Punk flips Triple H over the ropes, crashing onto the steel grating backfirst. Jericho climbs up the chain wall, getting just the right height. He leaps off, flipping . . . Lionsault! The sound of their bodies hitting the steel echos through the arena, letting the crowd know just how bad it hurts. Jericho goes for a cover, Shawn doing what he has done all along to Jericho." . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout!"Triple H kicks out, saving himself from elimination. In the ring CM Punk climbs to the top turnbuckle. He then pulls himself onto the pod, looking down at Jericho. As Jericho turns around, Punk leaps off, looking to go for a head scissors . . . Jericho catches him . . . Powerbomb! Punk slams onto the steel grating, looking to be out of it. Instead of pinning him, Jericho grabs Punk's legs and locks him into the Walls of Jericho. Shawn watches closely, Punk's hand almost tapping the mat. CM Punk tries and tries, attempting to break free. But no matter what he does, Jericho leans further back and lowers his position, almost sitting on Punk's back. Time ticks away, finally bringing Punk's hand tapping on the mat. Jericho breaks the hold as the door of the Elimination Chamber slides open. Referees help CM Punk out, tending to his legs and back, bruised and red from being slammed on the steel grating numerous times. Triple H stands in one corner, staring down Jericho, the only other man in the ring. Just as they are about to lock up the timer begins counting once more . . ."10 . . .9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .1"The lights begin flashing over Angle and Kennedy's pods, letting the crowd know it is time for someone to come in. The lights suddenly only flash on Kennedy's pod, selecting him to be the next entrant. Shawn nods his head, letting the referees on the outside know to let him in. As the unlock his pod Triple H exits the ring, waiting for him, standing right at his door. The door begins to open, but Kennedy slides it back shut. The crowd begins booing, knowing that Kennedy is scared to meet Triple H in the chamber. Triple H bangs on the plexiglass door, yelling at Kennedy to open it. But no matter what, he won't do it. Triple begins looking around, searching for something. He spots it, a smile creeping across his face. Triple H picks up the sledge hammer, placing it on his shoulder.Triple H: Open the door Kennedy!
Kennedy: Are you crazy? You've lost your damn mind!
Triple H: You're right . . . I have! And if you won't open in . . . I will!Triple H lifts the sledge hammer above his head. He then swings it . . . The plexiglass shatters! Triple H clears the way of glass, and tosses the hammer to the side. He goes into the chamber, drilling Kennedy with lefts and rights. Triple H shoves Kennedy's head against the glass, giving him everything he's got. Triple H catches Kennedy in the mid-section, causing him to bend over. Kennedy then shoves his head between Triple H's legs, lifting him up. Kennedy shoves Triple H up, smashing his head into the roof of his pod. He then brings Triple H down, slamming him into the plexiglass. Kennedy quickly escapes his pod, being met by Jericho. The two stare down for a second and then Kennedy points back to Triple H. Jericho says something to Kennedy, who grabs him by the arm. He whips Jericho into the pod, who dives at Triple H. Triple H drops to the grating, sending Jericho crashing through the glass! Triple H slowly crawls from the pod, covering Jericho."1 . . . 2 . . ."Kennedy breaks up the count, saving Jericho. Kennedy pulls Triple H up, slamming him backfirst into the chain. He then drills Triple H in the face, over and over again. Kennedy picks Triple H up . . . Sidewalk slam on the grating! Triple H holds his back, yelling in pain. Kennedy then pulls him up, slamming into the chain wall. Kennedy goes back to his pod, looking for the sledge hammer. He spots it, his eyes gleaming with joy. Kennedy makes his way back over to Triple H, motioning for Jericho to come over. Jericho, his face now covered in blood, holds Triple H for Kennedy. Kennedy takes aim at Triple H and suddenly smashes the hammer into his back. Kennedy drills him again, delivering more pain and punishment to him. Kennedy then drops the hammer, pointing to the top of his pod. Kennedy climbs up the chain wall, moving over to his pod. He stands on his pod, beckoning Jericho to lift Triple H up. After slamming Triple H into the chain and dragging his head across the grating, Jericho raises Triple H up, allowing Kennedy to pull him up.
Kennedy pulls Triple H up, trying to lift him onto his shoulders. Triple H suddenly squirms free, fighting back against Kennedy. Triple H drills Kennedy in the mid-section bringing him into position for the pedigree. As Triple hooks Kennedy's arm, he begins to squirm free . . . Low Blow! Kennedy lifts up, now placing Triple H onto his shoulders. Without a second thought, Kennedy leaps off the pod . . . Green Bay Plunge!!! Kennedy remains laying over Triple H, covering him. Shawn, not wanting to count out his friend, slides into counting position. He hesitates for a second, but he begins to count . . . "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"The door to the Elimination Chamber slides open, Shawn helping Triple H to his feet. Shawnn helps Triple H over to the door and allows officials to help him out. The door slides shut, closing the chamber off once more. As Kennedy sits up, Jericho goes right after him, nailing him across the back with a kick. Kennedy quickly stands up, shoving Jericho. Jericho shoves him back, and its on! Jericho and Kennedy begin exchanging blows, drilling eachother with hard lefts and rights. Kennedy suddenly kicks Jericho in the mid-section. As Jericho bends forward, Kennedy plants him with a DDT! Kennedy goes for the cover, Shawn rather quickly sliding into place."1 . . . 2 . . .Kickout!"Jericho kicks out, shoving Kennedy off of him. He then looks at Shawn, threatening to beat him to a pulp. Shawn smiles, daring Jericho to touch him. Jericho turns around, catching Kennedy's foot. Kennedy then leaps . . . Inziguri! Jericho falls to the mat, Kenney making another quick cover . . . "1 . . 2 . . Kickout!"Shawn counted faster, yet Jericho manages to kick out. Kennedy stands up, allowing Jericho to get up. As Jericho gets face to face with Shawn the timer begins counting down once more. Jericho yells in Shawn's face, complaining more and more, yelling at him to cut out the fast and slow counts. The lights suddenly stop on the last pod. The door slides open, the World Heavyweight Champion Kurt Angle stepping out of it. Angle enters the ring, fighting off Kennedy. As Shawn exits the ropes. Jericho follows him, shoving him. Angle slowly stalks Jericho, waiting for him. Shawn shoves Jericho, Angle locking his arms around him . . . Release German Suplex! Jericho goes crashing through the glass, shattering it! Angle is going nuts, the fans chanting his name with over forty-thousand strong. Angle turns around, only to be caught with a boot to the mid-section from Kennedy. Kennedy grabs Angle's head . . . DDT! Kennedy goes for a cover . . . "1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout!"Angle kicks out, bringing frustration to Kennedy. Kennedy stands up and makes his way over to Jericho. He brings Jericho out of the pod, covered in shards of plexiglass. He tosses Jericho into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He then lifts himself onto the pod, looking down at Jericho. Kennedy leaps off . . . Jericho moves! Kennedy hits the mat hard, knocking the breath out of him. Jericho quickly grabs his legs, rolling him over into the Walls of Jericho. Jericho pulls back, putting as much pressure as he can on Kennedy. Kennedy looks to be in pain but he fights it as well as he can. Jericho lowers himself, sitting on Kennedy's back. Kennedy, in so much pain, grabs his hair, screaming. His hand inches from tapping . . . Sweet Chin Music! Jericho breaks the hold falling limp! Kennedy crawls to Jericho placing his arm over him, Shawn sliding into place!"1 . . . 2 . . .3!!!" |
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 3:02:19 GMT -5
The Elimination Chamber door slides open, Shawn shoving Jericho onto the grating for officials to pull him out. It is now down to two men, the crowd on their feet for the final two men of the match. Angle steps into the corner, looking on at Kennedy who pulls himself up with the ropes. Kennedy and Angle stand across the ring from eachother, their eyes locked with intensity. One thing is in their mind, winning the match and either becoming World Heavyweight Champion or staying World Heavyweight Champion. Chants of "Lets Go Angle! Lets Go Angle!" fills the arena, almost driving Kennedy insane. Doing all that he can to ignore the chants, Kennedy charges forward, going after Angle. Angle spins around Kennedy, taking him down from behind. He then spins around, catching him in a headlock. Using all of his strength, Kennedy stands up, Angle still holding on. Kennedy braces Angle, lifting him up. He then brings him down across the ropes, breaking the hold.
Kennedy steps through the ropes, slamming Angle backfirst into the chain. He tries to slam him into it again but is caught across the chin with an elbow. Angle grabs Kennedy behind the head, sending him into the chain wall. He then locks his arms around him . . . Belly to belly! Their bodies land on the grating, bringing punishment upon them. Angle pulls himself up with the chain, lingering over Kennedy. Angle quickly pulls Kennedy up, locking his arms around him . . . German Suplex! Angle keeps the hands locked, standing up with Kennedy . . . A second German Suplex! Angle breaks his grip this time and stands up, nursing his back. He shakes off the pain and pulls Kennedy up. He lays Kennedy near the corner, before climbing to the top rope. Angle leaps off . . . Kennedy moves, bringing Angle crashing to the mat. angle bounces off the mat, his chest taking all the impact.
Kennedy slowly pulls himself up. Jumping over Angle, bringing his back across Angle's chest. Kennedy quickly climbs the turnbuckle, then pulling himself up onto the pod in front of him. Kenney turns around, looking down at Angle. Kurt suddenly jolts up, charging up the turnbuckle. Angle leaps onto the pod battling with Kennedy. Angle suddenly bends down, grabbing hold of Kennedy. He then leaps off the pod . . . Angle Slam!!! The impact echos through the arena, bringing the fans into an uproar.
Both men lay motionless, neither able to stand from the great impact when they hit the mat. Shawn watches slowly, waiting for one of them to go for a cover. Minutes seem to pass us, still waiting for one of them to do something. Angle slowly pulls himself up, letting out a cry of war. Angle suddenly snatches down his straps, yelling for Kennedy to get up. Kennedy slowly stands up, his eyes full of hatred for Angle. Angle suddenly charges him, getting caught across the face with a boot. Angle stumbles backwards, Kennedy going after him . . . Angle ducks a clothesline . . . Angle Slam! The crowd jolts with happiness, once again chanting for Angle. Angle looks to the sky, sweating pouring down his face. He lets out a yell, signaling that the end is near. Kennedy slowly makes it to his feet. He kicks at Angle, who catches his foot. Angle sweeps Kennedy's other leg out from under him going for the Ankle Lock! Angle tries to lock it in, but Kennedy shoves him off, sending him crashing face first into the turnbuckle.
As Angle leans forward in the corner, Kennedy takes off, charging at him. Kennedy suddenly leaps into the air . . . Kennedy drives his knees into Angle's back! Angle falls backwards, crashing to the mat. Kennedy quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and then to the top of the pod before him. Kennedy leaps off, hoping to hit Angle . . . He misses! Angle rolls out of the way, quickly jumping up. Angle dives onto Kennedy's ankle, wrapping his arms around it. He then begins twisting, pulling, snatching. Angle drops to the mat, wrapping his legs around Kennedy's. Kennedy cannot break free. Angle has it locked in and won't break the hold for anything. Shawn drops to the mat, looking into Kennedy's eyes. Kennedy suddenly loses everything, bringing his hand crashing to the mat three times. Shawn jolts up, motioning for the bell. Angle quickly breaks the hold, jumping up.Howard Finkel: Here is your winner of the Elimination Chamber . . . And still World Heavyweight Champion . . . Kurt Angle!The fans are ecstatic, going completely insane. The door to the Elimination Chamber opens, allowing Kennedy to leave. Offivials hand Shawn Michaels the World Heavyweight Championship, who goes to the center of the ring where Angle stands. Confettie begins falling as "My Quest" takes over the arena. Shawn hands Kurt the World Heavyweight Championship, raising his hand. Shawn finally lets go of Angle's hand after showing everyone the victor and backs away, allowing Kurt to take in all of the glory around him. Angle goes to each turnbuckle, standing tall hold up his World Heavyweight Championship. He then goes to the center of the ring where he begins thanking the crowd for how much they've done for him. The camera begins to zoom out, showing a full shot of the Elimination Chamber. Kurt holds up the title, looking around. As we are about to fade away the lights begin to flicker. They suddenly shut off, the sound of thunder echoing through the arena. As we fade away, a lightning bolt strikes the top of the Elimination Chamber, bringing a state of shock in the arena. The SNME logo wipes across the screen, ending the show. |
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This site deserves a better class of Champion...And I'm gonna give it to em'.
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Post by Punk on Jul 30, 2007 9:21:08 GMT -5
Damn, I seriously thought Kennedy had it. Nice show non the less.
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Chris Jericho
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Post by Chris Jericho on Jul 30, 2007 10:42:08 GMT -5
Bah gawd what a match. BLUE MEANIE DANCING, WHO THE HELL COULD BE GENIUS ENOUGH TO INCLUDE THAT?!?!?!?!? Elimination Chamber was phenomenal, and tha hardcore match really was great too.
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Post by kane on Jul 30, 2007 11:24:38 GMT -5
excellent ppv guys, the elimination chamber was awesome
congrats to everybody
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Post by "The Superbeast" Brandovirus on Jul 30, 2007 17:22:22 GMT -5
I thought the show was good except for a couple of things
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Chris Jericho
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Post by Chris Jericho on Jul 30, 2007 17:23:44 GMT -5
Like?
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Post by "The Superbeast" Brandovirus on Jul 30, 2007 18:08:16 GMT -5
It was already mentioned in the rate the show section and everyone accused me of being mad that I lost and rating the show a 3 because of that stuff, but I then also elaborated more on what I thought needed more length.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jul 30, 2007 18:12:53 GMT -5
Because giving the show a three was bullshit. If you read the ENTIRE thing and not just skimmed through it you'd see alot better things that made up for that. I'm gonna rate it a two because I didn't get to dance on top of the Elimination Chamber . . .
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Post by "The Superbeast" Brandovirus on Jul 30, 2007 19:08:14 GMT -5
Unlike most people, I do read it all HBK. but anyways, I'm done and I am not going to argue
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on Jul 30, 2007 20:39:54 GMT -5
I lost, Mr. Kennedy is still, not the Champion, how could this be?
OOC: Awesome PPV Guys, you really outdid yourselves on the Elimination Chamber, it was easily the best match of the night. The second best was the Custom championship. Good work and thank you!
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