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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 26, 2008 22:03:25 GMT -5
After waiting and waiting... The time has come. Millions of viewers all around the world tune into their pay-per-view channels. Families, friends, fans... Are gathered together for this monumental event. This is the biggest sports extravaganza you've ever witnessed... This is Wrestlefest...
We now look eye to eye with the man who gave life to Saturday Night's Main Event. He leans forward in a chair, proud to know that everything he has accomplished in his life... His career... Have lead him to this place tonight. "Within the blink of an eye, a year has passed us a by. And in that year we've seen some of the greatest moments in wrestling history. We've witnessed some of the greatest men go head to head in that ring. And we've witnessed a display of pure passion. Two years ago, as the ideas of this place were flowin' through my mind... I would've never thought I'd make it to this day. I've gone through ups and downs, and I've come to the point of almost calling it quits. But that wouldn't be me, would it? This night is for all of you who have put hard work into this place. This night... Belongs to us..."Saturday Night's Main Event: Wrestlefest II!Live! From The Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida!5/25/08 [/i][/b][/size] Darkness washes over the screen, as Shawn Michaels fades away. Faintly playing and suddenly blaring, revelation Theory's "Hell Yeah" begins to play. A video takes over the screen, displaying the magnificent talents of SNME. As some of the greatest moments in Saturday Night's Main Event history are shown, the screen suddenly explodes! We are taken live into the slam-packed Citrus Bowl in Orlando Florida! With over seventy thousand fans packed into it, the Citrus Bowl is rockin' like never before. The thunderous cheers blares through the air, as a massive array of pyrotechnics begins to go off. With their blood pumping and their hearts thumping, the crowd chants along with the chorus of "Hell Yeah".Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know about you... But MAN, I am pumped more than ever for this night! We've waited a year, folks, and here we are... Wrestlefest Two! As always, I'm Joey Styles...
Owens: And I'm Austin Owens!
Styles: As you can see, the Citrus Bowl is slam-packed here tonight. I don't think this place can hold much more with this monstrous set and massive structure we have over the ring. I'm telling you, this is the biggest wrestleing event in histroy. I've never seen such work put into one night... And folks, you're gonna witness it tonight!
Owens: Not only that, Joey, but they are going to see matches like they've never seen before. This is the pinnacle of sports entertainment, and tonight every SNME Superstar is bringing their "A" game!
Styles: Well, let's not waste anymore time. Let's get to the ring, so we can get the open ceremonies under way...[/center] The camera goes to the center of the ring where the spotlight is set on the 2008 American Idol winner, David Cook. He holds a mic in his hands and just as he is about to begin his performance of America The Beautiful, a different voice pierces the air.: Whoa whoa whoa, before you even begin with this little charade of patriotism...The fans instantly begin booing. Sylvan Grenier and Renee Dupree enter into the ring waving their French flags as high as they can get them. Sylvan: What.......alternatives, are you guys offering for non-Americans here tonight?David looking confused, doesn't speak. Sylvan chuckles at the response. The fans still boo.Sylvan: Yeah of course, you people pride your self on being multi cultural, and claim you don't force your beliefs onto others, yet when we of another nation speak our mind, all you can do is sit there on your fat American asses calling us the disrespectful ones.Sylvan and Renee walk towards David. Renee: Give me the damn mic!A blazing guitar explodes from the speakers, as "I Walk Alone" blares through the arena. With over seventy thousand screaming fans on their feet, "The Animal" Batista comes sprinting onto the stage. With his hands raises high, "The Animal" brings the crowds level to nearly deafening. He looks to the ring at Sylvan and Renee, who start backing up to the far end of the ring. Batista rips his shirt off and dashes down the ramp. As he hits the ring, he charges at them both. Renee swings the pole of the French flag towards Batista, who ducks under and catches Renee. He swiftly lifts him in the air and slams him down with a spine buster. The audience is eating up every bit of it as Sylvan leaps towards Batista. Batista kicks him in the gut and swings Sylvan onto his shoulders. Batista drops down hard smashing Sylvan onto the canvas with a a Batista bomb. Batista walks over and stands on the second turnbuckle flexing his muscles. He single handedly laid out two men before his theme could even play through. Batista hops down, and his theme slowly dies out. The lights darken and the spotlight hits onto David Cook who is smiling at the spectacular that just unfolded right in front of him. As the music for America The Beautiful begins to play David looks at Batista. Batista extends his hand signaling for David to do his thing. Batista hops out of the ring and heads up the ramp, as the entire audience is silenced.O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!The lights come back on and the audience breaks out into a "USA!" chant. David stands smiling as fireworks in the colors of red white and blue set off at the ramp. The ring announcer leads David out of the ring as he takes control of the mic. Nitro & Mercury vs. Finlay & Hornswoggle vs. The Rock & Mick Foley(World Tag Team Championship!)
The sound of Celtic music bellows through the air, as the crowd ready for the opening bout. Finaly and Hornswoggle quickly make their way out onto the stage, skipping to the music. Hornswoggle quickly runs and leaps into Finaly's arms, as he lifts him up for the crowd to see.Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall... And is for the vacant World Tag Team Championships... First, making their way to the ring... Finlay and Hornswoggle!As Finlay and Hornswoggle make their way down the ramp, the crowd cheers them on. Hornswoggle is more excited than ever, prepared to participate in his first SNME match. the two quickly enter the ring, where they begin to dance to the Celtic music. As they enjoy their fun, they are quickly cut off...
A red carpet rolls down the ramp, as a group of paparazzi dash out onto the stage. With a round of boos filling the stadium, Joey Mercury, Johnny Nitro, and Melina make their way out onto the stage. The paparazzi snap pictures of them, as they pose.Finkel: Making their way to the ring... The team of Joey Mercury and Johnny Nitro... They are accompanied by Melina... MNM!The trio makes their way down the aisle, pelted with boos and fowl remarks. Melina climbs up onto the apron, dropping down into a split. Before the camera can get a good veiw, Nitro and Mercury step in the way, posing for the paparazzi. All three enter the ring, posing in the center..."If Ya' Smeeeeeeeeeeeelllll, What The Rock... Is COOKIN'!"The crowd erupts into a massive roar, cheering for the favored team of the night. The Rock and Mick Foley make their way out onto the stage, smiling from the massive uproar they have caused.Finkel: Making their way to the ring... The team of The Rock and Mick Foley... The Rock and Sock Connection!Rock and Foley make their way down the aisle, slapping hands with hundeds of adoring fans. As Foley rolls into the ring, Rock climbs the turnbuckle. He stands there for a moment, looking around at the thousands... And thousands of fans. He then raises his arm high, along with his eyebrow. The crowd pops even louder, letting the Rock know that they are cheering him on tonight. Rock climbs down and quickly goes to his corner with Foley..."Ding! Ding! Ding!"The bells ring and The Rock, Finlay and Nitro start walking in circles waiting to see who does the first move. As Finlay goes face-to-face with The People’s Champ, Nitro hits them from behind and starts to stomp the Rock. Finlay immediately targets Johnny Nitro, as he lifts Nitro up first and hit’s a Backbreaker to the knee. Instead of letting Nitro roll off though, he places his hands over the jaw and thigh of Johnny, as he then proceeds in stretching him out across his knee! As The Rock gets up, he runs towards the two men and leaps off of Nitro’s stomach with a front dropkick to the face of Finlay! The fans begin cheering for Rocky, as he runs towards Finlay with a modified Oklahoma Roll!“1…2...”Nitro breaks the pin up. As Finlay stays down, Rock and Nitro each begin staring at one another. With the fans cheering on the Rock, Rocky yells out that he’s the best, to which Nitro then does the same and knocks Rock’s block off with a sharp punch to the jaw. Finlay comes charging for Nitro, but Nitro dropkicks him into the ropes and follows up with a Powerslam into a pin. “1...2...”Finlay kicks out. Nitro taunts to the fans that start booing him. Suddenly from behind, Fit Finlay rolls Nitro up into a Bridge Pin but The Rock suddenly takes a huge risk, as he leaps off the ropes with a crossbody that hits both men and breaks up the pin! The fans chant “Holy Shit” at what they’ve just seen. All three men now begin to crawl towards their tag team counterpart, as all three makes simultaneous tags. As Foley enters in the ring hits a double clothesline on Nitro and Mercury. Foley does the “Bang! Bang!” taunts while Hornswoggle jumps to Foley’s back and tries to apply the sleeper holder. The crowd laughs as Foley spins to get the elf out of his back. Foley spins one more time…missile dropkick! Foley and Hornswoggle falls on the mat by missile dropkick by Joey. Mercury stomps Foley’s right leg as Hornswoggle punts Joey in his knees. Mercury grabs Hornswoggle by his hair but Hornswoggle bites Mercury’s hand and quickly makes the tag.
Finlay comes in and slaps Joey in the chest. Finlay nails Joey across the back with shot after shot, hoping to quickly weaken him. Mercury slings his elbow back, drilling Finlay right in the jaw. Finlay stumbles back, holding his jaw. Mercury charges at him... Clothesline! Finlay goes down, and Joey goes right after him, stomping him all over. Finlay quickly scurries to the ropes, rolling out of the ring. Joey tries to go after him, but the referee stops him. Finlay slowly catches his breath, preparing to go back in there. He quickly slides in. Joey goes right after him, kneeing him in the mid-section. Mercury plants him with a DDT! He goes for a quick cover...“1…2…”Finlay kicks out! Joey gets to his feet, he turns to his corner to make the tag….Mandible Claw! Foley sticks that sock on Joey’s mouth. Joey falls on the mat and rolls out of the ring to take a breath. Foley prepares to apply the mandible claw on Finlay. Finlay grabs the ropes to get up. He turns…Mandib—NO! Finlay grabs Foley’s arm and counters with a snap suplex against the turnbuckle. Finlay makes the cover as Foley screams of pain.“1…2…Thre”No! Rock breaks the count and lays the Smackdown on Finlay. The referee tells The Rock to go back to his corner while Hornswoggle hits Foley with the shillelagh! Hornswoggle slides out of the ring as Finlay gets back to his feet. Finlay goes for the Celtic cross on Foley but Mercury from nowhere hits a spinning heel kick of the Belfast Brawler. Mercury makes the tag and so as Foley. Rock springs to Nitro and hits him with the float-over DDT! Rocks kicks up and Finlay with Mercury attack him from behind. Foley gets in the ring and helps his partner. He clothesline Mercury and throws him out of the ring. Rock grabs Finlay and Foley grabs Nitro simultaneous. The Rock puts Finlay’s arm above his shoulder and Foley hooks Nitro’s arm and puts Nitro’s head under his arm….Rock Bottom and Double Arm DDT! Foley put both men in the center of the square circle and smile to each other. Rocks looks to the audience as he takes his elbow pads. The crowd knows what’s next so they cheer loudly. The Rock runs to the ropes, he swing his arms…Double People’s Elbow! Rock makes a quick cover on both men.“1…2…3!”“If you Smell what the Rock is Cooking” hits the P.A System as The ref hands the Tag Team titles to Foley and Rocky.Finkel: Here are your winners and…THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE ROCK N' SOCK CONNECTION!The cameras fades out with Rock and Foley celebrating their victory. The camera fades backstage to reveal none other than Vince McMahon...McMahon: Around this time last year, everyone in this damn company hated me... And I don't blame them. And in fact, it was this very event where I took on Shawn Michaels in the greatest match I've ever taken part in. Tonight the man that I faced at Wrestlefest I will be in the main event, fighting for something much much more than he did last year... Yes, this year he is fighting for something he has had no problem getting throughout his career... The World Heavyweight Championship. But tonight it won't be so easy... Shawn has faced many, many greats in his career, but none like tonight. Tonight he goes one on one with one of the greatest wrestlers to grace that squared circle... Kurt Angle! Shawn... Kurt... I've seen the both of you grow over the years. I've seen you from start... To finish. And I just want you both to know, I'm very proud to say I've been able to see what you two have become... Show them how it's done out there... Or... Or YOU'RE FIIIIIIIRED!Vince smiles and straightens his collar as the thousands of fans are heard booing... The Camera switches to The Roy walking down the hall. In the distance you can hear a small ruffling of voices arguing. The Roy, wearing his signature cowboy hat stops when standing next to a door that reads "Men's locker room." It seems to be where the voices are coming from. The Roy opens the door gently and sees Johnny Magnum and Jeff Jarrett arguing with each other. Jarrett: What? That's a load of bull!
Magnum: Bull? That's not BS Jarret. It's fact, and you know it.Before tempers can flair any more, Roy steps in between them.The Roy: Hey, hey guys, save it for after the bell. You shouldn't be in here arguing. You should be enjoying the moment. Not to long from now you guys will be competing for the custom title, do you know how big of a deal that is?Jarret stands up in The Roy's face. Magnum sits on a bench a few feet away, continuing to put on his knee pads. Jarrett: OH BOY, YOU'RE RIGHT! And it just means so much coming from a man like you! Ya know, the guy who flushed the title.The Roy sighs.The Roy: Look, I know I did some things in the past that you guys might not agree with but I had my reasons. And honestly, I'm not like that anymore. I've changed ok? Now, I have won that title three times, which by the way is a record for the title. So believe me when I say I know how important it is that you guys win tonight. This title is an important start for your careers. OK? So just calm down and enjoy this night. As far as vendettas go with me, let's just put the past....in the past.The Roy extends his arm, expecting a handshake. Instead he gets a arrogant laugh from Jarrett. Jeff then continues to push past The Roy with force, and leaves the room. Roy stays with his hand out in the air, looking down at the ground in disappointment. Magnum finished strapping on his knee pad in the distance, then stands up. He walks over to The Roy, and looks him in the eye for a brief second before shaking his hand. Magnum then walks out confidently, the camera zooms onto The Roy. He smiles at the show of respect and the camera fades out to black. Johnny Magnum vs. Jeff Jarrett vs. Jimmy Jacobs(Custom Championship!)“My World” hits the PA system and the fans erupt into a roar of boos. Jeff Jarret steps out of the curtains, and looks around the Citrus Bowl. He smirks as the boo him, and continues to make his way down the ramp. Once his long journey to the ring is done, he slides under the ropes. He walks to the side of the ring, and puts his foot on the middle. He puts his hand up at the fans, as the continues their boos.“Time of Dying’ by Three Days Grace blares through the arena, as the fans rise to their feet as the Gun Sliggin’ star makes his way down the ramp. He raises his hand in the air, and points out at the fans. Magnum points at Jarret, and motions that tonight the belt will go around his waist. He darts towards the ring. Finally, he reaches the ring and rolls into it. He gets up at the turn buckle and “aims his guns” out to the fans. He spins off, and stares at Jarret, anticpating for the match to start."DING! DING! DING!"Magnum and Jarret circle eachother. They lock up, but break out shortly. Magnum goes for Jarret’s feet, but Jarret is quick to move and tries to stomp and the rolling Magnum. Johnny gets to his feet, and catches Jarret’s arm, and Arm Drags him across the ring, Jarrett rolls quickly to his feet. The two lock up once more, and Jarret takes advantage with a side headlock. Magnum pushes him against the ropes, and throws him to the opposite side, Magnum ducks a clothesline. He jumps and kicks him in the back of the head! The Revolver! He jumps on Jarret for the cover!"1…2….Kick Out!"Magnum looks around, surprised that Jeff kicked out. He climbs up on the turnbuckle, waiting for Jeff to climb to his feet. Jarret stumbles to his feet, Johnny leaps off, and takes Jarret down with him for a Bulldog!! Magnum drags himself, and rolls Jarret over. He gets up to his feet, and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He faces the funs, with his back to Jarret. Magnum pushes off, and flips his body backwards for a MOONSAULT…NO! Jarret got the knees up. Magnum bounces up, holding his ribs. Jarret quickly gets up, smirking like crazy. He lifts Magnum up, and sends him out of the ring. Magnum lands with a thud on the mat below."1….2…."Jarret jumps out of the ring. He picks up Magnum, and puts him on his shoulders. He runs nto the post, causing Magnum to collide head on with the solid metal. Magnum flips to the ground, as blood starts to leak from his skull."4….5….6….."Jarret rolls into the ring, and back out to break the count. He goes over to Magnum and sends him shoulder first into the barricade. Magnum holds his shoulder in pure pain. Jeff picks him up, and knees his face over and over again. He stops, and Magnum falls, seemingly lifeless to the floor."1….2….3….4…."Jarret cockily smirks as his knee is covered with Johnny’s blood. Magnum pulls the knee pads of Jarret, trying to get up. Jeff looks around, smiling. He throws Magnum’s head between his legs. He pulls Magnum up and drops down for a Piledriver!"5…6….7…8…."Jarret picks Magnum up, and throws him into the ring. He follows him in. Jarret stands over Johnny, beating the living day lights out of him. He picks him up, and goes for the Stroke…NO! Magnum twists out…. THE GUN SHOT!!! MAGNUM HIT THE GUN SHOT!!!!! Both men are down…."1…2…3…4…."Both men, show no reaction."5….6…7…."Magnum inches towars Jarret, and throws his arm over his chest."1…2…3!!!"NO!!! Jarret got the shoulder up, just in time!!! The fans, the ref, and Magnum are in disbelief. Magnum and Jarret slowly get to their feet, Magnum throws a right, Jarret returns the favor! Right by Magnum. Right by Jeff. Right by Magnum. Right by Jarret. Right by Magnum. Left by Magnum. Kick to the gut…. Spinning gut kick…. SUNSET FLIP BY MAGNUM!"1….2…Kick Out!"Jeff flips out, KICK TO JOHNNY’S HEAD! Johnny falls back, into uncautiousness. Jarret jumps on him for the cover."1…2…Kick Out!!!!"Magnum gets the shoulder up. Jarret gets an evil smile across his face. He grabs Magnum’s legs and rolls Magnum to his belly. BOSTON CRAB!! Johnny screams in pain…. He guns for the ropes, but can’t reach them. The fans begin to chant.“Let’s Go Magnum!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* Let’s Go Magnum!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*”Magnum squirms around in pain, reaching his hand for the ropes, but the rope is inches to far. Jeff applies more pressure to the lower back of Johnny. Magnum’s face tenses up, as he pulls towards the ropes.“Jarret Sucks! Jarret Sucks!”Jeff only smiles at these chants. He releases the pressure on Magnum, and picks him up. Jarret sets up for the STROKE!! HE CONNECTS!!! Magnum looks dead! Jarret covers!"1….2….NO!!! MAGNUM KICKED OUT!!!"Jarrets yells iin disbelief. He picks Magnum up and goes for another Stroke, but Magnum pushes him off. Magnum ducks a clothesline, he bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline of himself. Jarret gets up, Magnum leaps up and delivers a powerful kick to the face of Jeff Jarret… Jeff falls down. Magnum climbs the turnbuckle, waiting for Jeff to get up. Once he does, Johnny leaps off, and connects with a Crossbody, Magnum rolls through it and jumps to his feet. Magnum stops, and stares around the fans, who suddenly change from buzz, to chants.“GUN SHOT! GUN SHOT! GUN SHOT!”Magnum measures out Jarret… Jeff slowly turns around and runs into the GUN SHOT!!! Magnum hit it! The fans in the arena erupt with joy. Johnny rolls ontop of Jeff…. He hooks the leg."1…2…3!!!!"Magnum did it! He beat Jarret!! Johnny jumps to his feet, and runs around the ring in excitement. He drops to his kneees, and points up to the heavens above. The ref hands him the Custom Championship. Magnum stares at it, and admires it. He gets to his feet and holds the belt high, as the Citrus Bowl fans cheer. Magnum rolls out of the ring, and makes his way to the back, slapping a few fans hands on the way up. He turns around one last time and holds the belt up. Smiling, he turns around and flees the arena. Randy Orton approaches a locker room labeled "The Roy." The audience cheers as Orton roughly swings the door open. The Roy stands up from his seat where he was watching SNME in HD! Orton Walks over, getting as close as he can.The Roy: What do you want Orton... Orton: I saw you're little motivation speech with the low card guys back there, and I just wanted to remind you, that bigger things are happening. Our match, is drawing nearer and nearer. Have you even began to prepare?The Roy: Orton, when your as talented as me, you don't need preparation for anything. Orton laughs at the remark softly. Orton: ........real cute. Orton turns away as his smile turns to disgust. The Roy smiles in the background at Orton's discontent. We fade backstage, to Tyger with his head leaning on a wall, Southern Tag Title in hand, looking down, admiring it.. JB walks up to him.. Borash: Jeremy Borash here with Justi-..
Tyger: Up and down the road in our worn-out shoes .. Talkin' 'bout good things and singin' the blues.. You went your way and I stayed behind.. We both knew it was just a matter of time.. You're living your dreams, whoa you on top.. My mind is aching, Lord it won't stop... No wasted time, we're alive today. Churning up the past, there's no easier way.. Time's in between us, a means to an end.. God, it's good to be here walking together, my friend.. We're living our dreams.. My mind stopped aching.. That’s how it happens livin life by the drop........Justin stands for a second longer before he suddenly backs off and walks away....We fade to Matt Sydal standing with Todd Grisham.. Matt, unlike Tyger, stands empty handed..Grisham: Todd here with Matt Sydal, who is about to have an I Quit match with former Tag Team partner, Justin Tyger..
Sydal: Yes I am, and you know something.. Justin, I am gonna RID you of SNME.. I am going to take you and break you.. I am going to make you say I quit... After that Tyger, I am going to rid the cancer... YOU... From SNME.....With an intense look in Sydal's eyes... We fade away. "Lets set this city ablaze We'll burn down the Monuments and build Mountains in our place."Tyger walks over to Donal, and extends his hand.. Donal looks at it, and rolls out of the ring.. Tyger shrugs, as Donal walks out of the door.. Tyger turns around to Sydal, and does the same, as Sydal takes it..
That was a great match, you have a bright future here, man..
Sydal nods and says his thanks....... Tyger stands in the ring, as Sydal starts walking out.. Suddenly, someone slides in the ring, behind Tyger, and stares deeply..
The man spins Tyger around.... RKO!!!! Tyger lays on the ground, as the man stands and stares at Tyger's body..
Jason James: Oh my god!!
Orton looks up and around.. He backs up as Tyger finds the power to get on his hands and knees.. Orton runs up and punts Tyger's head, as Tyger collapses to the ground.. Orton stares at Tyger.. He backs up to do it again..
Nash suddenly immerges, and gets in the ring.. He runs to Orton, who flees out the ring, as Sydal slides back in the ring.. Orton stops, looks at what he's done, then runs out the back door.. Nash goes down to one knee and checks on Tyger, while Sydal chases after Orton, as EMTs run into the ring.. [/color] "We could see everything. We could start a fire (we could start a fire) And all shine in its light Shine so bright we burn in Eyes and heal the stories ending. "The following match is for the Southern Tag Team Championships!!Tyger kicks Undertaker... Sydal jumps off the top-rope hitting a crossbody on Vampiro... Tyger arm drags Undertaker twice.. Sydal hits a standing moonsault, as Tyger hits a elbow drop.. Suddenly, Tyger gets caught with a kick to the head, as he collapses, Sydal gets double teamed.. Sydal takes punches, kicks, elbows.. "This is the last Time we will ever bleed to Feel alive. consider This a rehearsal your Heart of hearts rekindled."Sydal’s down, as Vampiro and Undertaker stand tall.. Tyger runs in!! Superkick to Taker!! Lariat to Vampiro!! Tyger locks in the Tennessee Cloverleaf!! Taker reemerges, as Sydal dropsaults him, and lands on his knees.. Vampiro taps!!! "This is the last Time we will ever bleed to Feel alive. consider This a rehearsal your Heart of hearts rekindled."Sydal jumps up, as Tyger falls to the mat.. Sydal takes the tag titles, and hands one to Tyger, who’s just standing up.. He raises his arm.. Tyger stands idle, staring at his belt, as Sydal jumps around.."The last Time we will ever bleed to Feel alive."We did it Justin!! We did it!!Tyger gives Sydal a huge hug, picking him up in the process.."Catching the fruits of our Labors and holdig our Hearts in our hands."Tyger and Sydal emerge from the Southland door with their titles.. They face off with Colin and Dreamer.. Tyger and Sydal control the whole match.. Suddenly, Tyger gets rolled up by Colin... 1..2..3.. Tyger jumps up, and falls to his knees, as Colin and Dreamer celebrate.. Sydal looks down at Tyger, shakes his head, and walks away.."Waiting for you to sound a Prayer in the form of an Anchor replied by holding You up in red skies bound by love."You've lost it, and you simply don't have what it takes to compete in the ring anymore. And that is why at Wrestlefest, you will die in that ring. I've placed you in a match with your buddy, Matt Sydal, and Tyger... It isn't going to be any ordinary match... It is going to be an I Quit match! Do you understand that? You're going to have to beat the hell out of your best friend... Your boyfriend... Your student... To win. Is that something you're willing to do? I guess we'll be finding out real soon, huh?"Let's set this City ablaze we'll learn How to start a fire shine So bright we burn in eyes. (We could start a fire)"Slowly, videos of Tyger and Sydal go by, as they fade to darkness... Forever in darkness...[/center] Matt Sydal vs. "Soulfire" Justin Tyger(I Quit!)As the cameras slowly fade back to the ring area the crowds cheers are still full of exuberance, as Saturday Night’s Main Event’s biggest PPV of the year continues on. The fans can be seen waving their signs from the left to the right and back again as they await the next explosive contest."DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!"The ring bell suddenly sounds as Howard Finkel stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone contained in his right hand as he begins to speak.Finkel: The following contest is an “I Quit” match! Which means whoever can force their opponent to say the words “I quit” will be declared the winner!“Made of Steel” by Our Lady Peace begins to burst over the P.A. and the crowd is whipped into a frenzy as the former World Champion, and current Southern Tag Team Champion appears at the top of the stage with an intense look on his face. Gone are the big smiles and cheery antics of our normal Justin Tyger, as a much more dramatic and serious Tyger takes his place.Finkel: Making his way to the ring, standing in at 6’4” and weighing in at 232lbs. He hails from Lebanon, Tennessee, and is one half of the Southern Tag Team Champions, “SOULFIRE” JUSTINNNN TYGERRR!!!!Tyger’s expression s unchanging as he quickly makes his way to the ring, without taunting to the crowd or pumping himself up. Tyger slides under the bottom rope and goes to the opposite corner, leaning his head on the top turnbuckle and awaiting his opponent.“If You Could See Into My Soul” by Silverstein begins playing over the P.A. System sending the fans into a chorus of boos as the cocky Matt Sydal steps into view with a disgusted look on his face as he looks at the fans in attendance.Finkel: And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, standing at 5’7”, and weighing in at 160lbs. The other half of the Southern Tag Team Champions, MATT SYDALLLL!Sydal looks around at the fans with a very arrogant smirk on his face as he watches the still stoic Justin Tyger stand in his corner awaiting Sydal’s appearance. Sydal nears the ring and enters it, climbing up the steps and ducking under the top rope, to enter the squared circle with his former mentor. As Tyger watches on as he egotistical former pupil grins widely across the ring from him he looks down at his title belt on his shoulder, then back at Sydal, before chucking the title to the floor outside of the ring.
Justin Tyger then approaches quickly, causing Sydal to retreat to his corner and the throw his arms up, begging for Tyger not to strike him. Tyger stops hesitating to hit the man that he has grown so close to throughout their friendship. Justin lowers his fist to his side as Sydal breathes a sigh of relief. Just then Sydal lays a hard right slap across the face of Justin Tyger, grinning about what he has done. Tyger rubs his face in the spot that Sydal’s hand has just connected with, looking shocked about what has just happened. As he looks into the mile wide grin of Matt Sydal something inside of him snaps, he lets out a load roar and charges Sydal, driving him back into the corner. Tyger begins unloading with some heavy right handed shots. Tyger continues to lay in the hits as Sydal begins shrinking down into the corner, holding his arms up to block his head from the heavy fists of Justin Tyger. As Sydal continues to shrink down he is now in a seated position and Tyger begins not only throwing heavy rights, but lefts as well, each shot with more fury, more rage, than the last. Sydal is attempting to shield himself from Tyger’s shots in any way possible. Seeing this, Tyger stops using his fists and begins to use his feet, stomping away at his arrogant former friend. Tyger seems to have lost it completely as he shows no remorse for what he’s doing, and no emotion other than absolute rage. Sydal is still attempting in vain to cover up as Tyger finally lets up, turning to the crowd and letting out a yell, firing up the crowd and himself in the process. Sydal is pulling himself up in the corner, trying to regain some of his breath and recuperate as Tyger turns his attentions to the crowd.
His breather is short lived however as Tyger soon turns his attentions back to Sydal, grabbing Sydal’s right arm and whipping him across the ring, following right behind him. As Sydal turns around after hitting the opposite turnbuckle he is immediately hit hard with a big clothesline from the charging Tyger. Sydal falls limp to the mat below and Tyger begins to stomp the downed Sydal. Sydal finds a sanctuary in the outside of the ring, he is crouched down trying to catch his breath, while Tyger is on the inside, sizing up his prey. Sydal starts to make it to his feet as Tyger sprints to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes to gain momentum before diving at Sydal between the top and second rope and… SMACK! Unseen by Tyger is the fact that Matt Sydal had found and picked up the Tag Title that Tyger had tossed out of the ring earlier, and just as Tyger had dove full force at Sydal he was caught with a hard shot to the head from the belt in mid air. Tyger lay out cols on the outside, and blood begins to trickle down from his skull, as the title shot appears to have busted his head open, Sydal looks around, demanding a mic and speaking.“Now Tyger, tell all these people what you knew from the very beginning that you were going to say!”Sydal puts the mic back to Tyger’s mouth, expecting to hear the magical words that could end the match. Tyger’s face is becoming covered in his own blood and his voice sounds to be out of it as he gives his response.“I…..won’t…..quit!”The fans come alive at Tyger’s defiance and anger begins to fill Sydal’s expression. Sydal picks up Tyger, tossing him back into the ring and stomping away at his former best friend, before taunting to the fans with a unanimous sound of booing being what he receives in return. Sydal looks down at the hurt and bloody Justin Tyger, then goes to a ring corner, beginning to untie the protective covering over the turnbuckle post. The padding comes untied and Sydal drops it to the floor, he then takes his time turning around and approaching the bloody Tyger, he grabs Tyger by the head and begins yelling in his face while pointing in the direction of the exposed turnbuckle. He drags Tyger over to the exposed steel, bringing back his head and slamming it forward, but Tyger gets his hands up in time to stop it. Tyger then brings his right arm back for a stiff elbow to the ribs of Matt Sydal, causing Sydal to stagger back, keeled over and holding his ribs. As Sydal stands bent over in the middle of the ring, Tyger turns around and runs at him, hitting a hard knee right to the temple of Matt Sydal. Sydal crashes to the mat after the knock out shot and Tyger then makes a deferring sign, signifying the end. Tyger picks up Sydal, putting his head between his knees, then lifting Sydal high up into the air, over his head, holding Sydal up by his arms in a crucifix position. Tyger has Sydal ready for his finishing maneuver but rather than delivering the blow right then and there Tyger runs with Sydal over his back towards the exposed steel turnbuckle, throwing Sydal into it hard, DEATH STAR! Tyger hits Sydal with a Death Star into the exposed steel of the turnbuckle.. Sydal begins gyrating on the ground, trying to clutch at the unreachable part of his back in vain. Tyger grabs the mic from the ref and looks down at Sydal who is in so much pain it looks as though he is giving birth. Tyger then begins to talk to Sydal with a slight grin on his face.“So Matty, what do you say? Do you wanna end this thing right here, and right now before I hurt you even more than you are right now?”Matt face is racked with pain as he is still screaming in agony. Tyger looks down at Sydal before sticking the mic into his face. Matt then screams at the top of his lungs.“OKAY!!! I’VE HAD IT!!! I QU-”Before Matt Sydal can finish what he is about to say Tyger pulls the mic away from his mouth. Tyger then begins to stomp Matt Sydal as hard as he can, with malicious intent covering his face. Tyger lets up from stomping Sydal, watching Sydal slowly begin to drag himself across the ring. Tyger wipes his face, looking at the blood on his hand, then begins to walk up from behind the downed Matt Sydal, then walking around to his upper body and stepping over him, locking in a Camel Clutch. Sydal cries out in agony, as Tyger applies as much pressure on the already injured back of Matt Sydal as possible, leaning back as far as he can. As he keeps the devastating submission hold locked in the referee holds a mic up to the mouth of Matt Sydal, while Matt’s screams begin to form words.“PLEASE JUSTIN, STOP I QUI-”Tyger relinquishes his hold and knocks the mic out of the ref’s hand, seemingly not wanting to hear Matt Sydal’s response. Tyger bad mouths the ref, angered by his actions. Tyger turns his attentions back to Matt Sydal and begins to pick him up by his head. As Tyger seems to be in full control Matt Sydal musters up the last of his strength, putting it all into raising up his right arm into the crotch of Justin Tyger hitting a low blow on the former world champion. Tyger holds his crotch and falls back, as Sydal looks shocked that he has Tyger on his back. Matt then grabs Tyger’s leg and applies a move that is all too familiar to Justin Tyger, as Sydal locks in Tyger’s own signature submission, the Tennessee Cloverleaf. Tyger is screaming in pain as Sydal wrenches back as hard as he can and the ref puts the mic to Tyger’s mouth, only to hear Tyger’s response.“NO!!!”Sydal continues to apply the devastating hold, leaning back hard. Sydal screams at the ref to ask him again. The ref then complies with Sydal’s demand and asks Tyger once again if he wants to quit. Tyger musters his energy is another loud response.“NO!!!”Tyger’s screams of agony can be heard echoing throughout the arena as he lets out scream after scream. Sydal applies as much pressure as humanly possible, leaning back hard, squeezing tight with his arms, he has no intentions of letting go. Sydal screams to the ref to ask him again and the ref once more does as Sydal says, asking Tyger if he wishes to end the match. Tyger’s back is racked with pain, blood still drips from his face, he’s becoming light headed from the pain as he realizes there’s no way for him to escape and cries out to the heavens.“I QUIT!!!! I QUIT!!!!”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, MATT SYDALLL!!!The crowd is stunned at the shocking ending of the clash between these two. Sydal’s music begins playing throughout the arena as a stunned crowd watches on as Sydal has his hand raised in victory. Justin Tyger clutch’s at his back, and grabs the ropes to pull himself up. He looks on as Sydal celebrates his victory, soaking up the moment. Tyger is finally back on his feet as Sydal turns around to the bloody loser of the contest with a big grin on his face, yelling “Make good on your word!” and extending his hand to Justin Tyger. Tyger begins to extend his hand to Matt Sydal, and Matt smiles wide to himself. Just as Matt is about to grip Justin’s hand, Justin drops his hands and exits the ring, leaving a stunned Matt Sydal in the ring by himself. Matt watches on as Tyger slowly makes his way back up the ramp with his head hung down and a sullen look upon his face.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 26, 2008 22:11:56 GMT -5
G. Stone vs. Gregory Helms vs. Shelton Benjamin vs. Jeff Hardy vs. Christopher Daniels vs. Edge(Money In The Bank: Ladder Match!)The camera zooms in on Howard Finkel, who stands center ring...Finkel: The following contest is the Money in the Bank Ladder Match!Completely deafening the sound of the crowd, Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" blares through the Citrus Bowl. The lights quickly dim as flames begin to shoot up from the stage. A deep red spotlight shines down on the stage as "Hellman" G. Stone makes his way out onto the ramp, determined to make climb the ladder and pull down the Money in the Bank Brief Case. With the crowd booing, Stone takes center stage. He lifts his hands and suddenly brings them down. Massive flames shoot up, almost engulfing the stage. With the blazing heat radiating through the air, G. Stone is prepared.Finkel: First, making his way to the ring... Hailing from Barcelos, Portugal... Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds... Standing at six feet and five inches... "The Hellman" G Stone!Stone quickly makes his way down the ramp, fans backing away from him. He looks around the ring, gazing at the ladders that surround it. He then quickly makes his way up the steps, entering the ring. He does an X with his arms, then he bends his arms and lighting bolts strike the ring. The ropes, stage, ramp, the floor around the ring, and the ring are cover by flames, and so is G Stone's jacket. He removes the hood from his head, then he rolls his eyes upwards, leaving just the whites of his eyes exposed. He takes the jacket on flames and throws it out of the ring .He goes up to the corner and he extends his arms. As Stone climbs down, he begins to pace the ring...
"Metalingus" by Alter Bridge suddenly cuts off Stone's music. The lights suddenly dim, as fog engulfs the stage. As strobe lights begin to flash along with the song, "The Rated R Superstar" Edge comes sprinting through out onto the stage. He goes from one side of the stage to the other, getting a good look at the slam-packed Citrus Bowl.Finkel: Making his way to the ring... Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Standing at six feet and five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds... He is "The Rated R Superstar"... Edge!Edge begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping the hand of an occasional fan. He runs right under the ladder standing before the ring and slides into the ring, crawling across the mat. He quickly leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and raises both arms high in the air. Getting cheers from the few Edgeheads in the crowd, Edge jumps down with a smile on his face. He quickly pulls his coat off and tosses it out of the ring, glaring right at Stone.
A familiar sound takes over the arena as the lights begin to dim. A purple glow covers the stage as Jeff Hardy comes dashing through the curtain. Moving his head and body to the music, Jeff begins to feel the beat of the music, getting himself psyched up. The crowd begins to cheer as the song grows heavier. A massive array of pyrotechnics blasts off, guided right down to the stage by multiple wires.Finkel: Hailing from Cameron, North Carolina... He weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds... He stands at six feet and one inch... He is... "The Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy!Jeff suddenly dashes down the ramp. He quickly makes his way around the ring, high-fiving the many adoring fans. He then leaps onto the steps. Jeff quickly enters the ring and runs to the corner by-passing Edge and Stone. He leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, posing for the fans. He then hops off, where he runs to the opposite corner. Jeff leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, posing once more. Flashes go off all around the arena, capturing the moment. Jeff brings his hands to his mouth; the signature hand sign being displayed. Jeff slowly climbs down, running his hand through his soaking wet hair. As he bounces around to get a feel of the ring, he mouts off to Stone and Edge, letting them know that tonight is the night he begins his climb to the top of SNME.
"It's Time" suddenly blares through the stadium, bringing a chorus of boos along with it. The young and cocky Gregory Helms slowly makes his way out onto the stage, looking more confident than ever. He slowly begins to make his way down the ramp, sneering at the fans who reach out for a simple high-five.Finkel: Making his way to the ring... He hails from Raleigh, North Carolina... He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and ten pounds... He stands at five feet and ten inches... Gregory Helms!Helms takes his time walking aroud the ring. He takes each ladder in, picking out the taller ones from the shorter ones. He then rolls into the ring, pulling off his coat and sunglasses.
The arena turns dark, and a blood red light shines down, center stage, as "Forsaken" by Disturbed rings out over the speakers. In the middle of this spotlight, stands "The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels. Daniels walks down the ramp slowly, keeping his hands in his signature pose at his chest. Finkel: Making his way to the ring... Hailing from the City of Angels, he stands in at 5’10”, and weighs in at 232lbs, “The Fallen Angel” CHRISTOPHER DANIELS!!!The Fallen Angel hops up onto the ring apron on one knee, before falling to his back and rolling in the ring. He walks towards Stone, quickly ripping the hood from his face. His mouth is open wide, with a smirk, as he laughs in Stone's face. Chris walks over to the ropes, and throws his hands outwards, only to be met by a flurry of angry boos. The Fallen Angel takes off his robe and takes his place in the ring...
“Aint’ No Stoppin’ Me” begins blasting through the stadium, as the fans begin unanimously booing. The fireworks shoot up from the stage, and the Gold Standard, Shelton Benjamin, makes his appearance from behind the curtains. Shelton puts his hands on his hips and looks around at the crowd.Finkel: And finally... Making his way to the ring... He hails from Orangeburg, South Carolina... He stands at six feet and two inches... And weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty-five pouds... "The Gold Standard" SHELTON BENJAMIN!!!Shelton slowly makes hiw way down the ramp. he stops at the ring, looing on at all of his opponents. He then points up at the briefcase, letting them know that he is going to win tonight. As the other five men look at the case, Shelton snatches up a ladder, and slides into the ring..."Ding, ding, ding!"Hardy goes at Shelton, but gets drilled in the mid-section with a ladder. The other four roll out of the ring, going for ladders. Helms, Daniels, Edge, and Stone slide back in with ladders. All five men begin swinging away, as metal collides with metal. Helms nails Daniels across the back and hammers him out of the ring. Shelton ducks a shot from Stone, dropping his ladder. Stone comes at him... Superkick through the rungs! Stone drops the ladder and falls to the mat!
As Edge stalks Shelton from behind, he is nailed across the back from Helms. Shelton charges, leaping into the air... Edge ducks... Shelton dropkicks the ladder right into Helms' face! Shelton quickly checks on his friend, Helms. Edge backs up to the corner... He charges... Shelton turns around... Spear! Spear! Spear! Shelton is crumpled in the corner, and Edge picks up a ladder. He sets it up, right under the briefcase. Edge slowly begins to climb. Jeff slides into the ring, shoving the ladder back. With cat-like reflexes, Edge holds onto the top of the ladder and lands on the top rope. He shoves the ladder forward and leaps off, dropkicking it right into Jeff's face! Edge slowly gets to his feet, but he is quickly pulled out of the ring by Daniels. Daniels begins to lay into Edge with a series of punches, as action continues to pursue in the ring...
Shelton and Helms shake hands, agreeing to help one another until the end. They slowly turn around... Stone clotheslines them both with a ladder! Stone sets the ladder up and begins to climb. As Stone climbs to the top, he reaches up, grasping for the briefcase. It is inches away, and he extends his arm a little further. As his finger tips hit it, Jeff Hardy hits the ropes and dropkicks the ladder... As a tree falling in the woods, the ladder falls backwards, sending Stone crashing to the outside. Hardy quickly pulls a ladder up, setting it up in the corner. Helms comes charging at him... Jeff sends him crashing into the ladder! Jeff charges, leaping in the air... Helms drops to the mat, and Jeff crashes on the ladder in the corner! As Jeff stumbles out of the ring, Helms brings him down to one knee. Shining Wizard! Jeff falls limp, rolling out of the ring. Helms turns around, BAM! Shelton drills him right in the face with a ladder, sending him to the outside!
Shelton is the only one in the ring now. He quickly grabs a ladder, setting it right into position. He quickly begins to climb, scurrying up the ladder as fast as he can. Daniels quickly slides in, bringing in a second ladder. He nails Shelton across the back with it, stopping him from climbing. As Shelton remains on his ladder, Daniels places his in position. Danielson quickly climbs up, reaching the top of the ladder very quickly. he reaches up, grasping for the case. Shelton comes ot his senses and drills Daniels with a big right hand. Both men begin to exchange blows from one ladder to the other. Daniels blocks a shot from Shelton and slams Shelton's head into the top of the ladder. Shelton falls to the mat, crashing and burning. As Daniels looks over his shoulder, he can see the others on the outside of the ring ready to get back in. With no fear, he leaps backwards, BME off the ladder... He comes crashing down on top of them all, just like a five car pile up! With all six men down, the crowd begins to chant for Jeff. He slowly escapes from the pile of guys and rolls into the ring. With the crowd behind him, Jeff begins to climb. He climbs and climbs, but is quickly stopped with a shot to the back from Edge.
Jeff kicks hard at Edge, but is quickly snatched off the ladder and slammed down to the mat. Edge now climbs, looking to steal a win. Helms comes sliding into the ring, bolting up the other ladder. He firmly holds on, and kicks at Edge. Edge leans back, avoiding the kick. As he is about to lose his balance and fall, he leaps fowards... Spear! Edge spears Helms from his ladder, and they come crashing down! Daniels slides in on one side of the ring, while Shelton slides in on the other. Daniels charges at Shelton, but he is quickly caught with a series of stiff kicks. Shelton nails Daniels in the jaw, causing him to stumble back. He quickly snatches one of the ladders down, laying it beside him. As Daniels comes at him, Shelton leaps up... He grabs Daniels head, slamming it down onto the ladder. As Daniels rolls out of the ring in pain, blood begins to pour from his head.
Shelton slowly turns around... Big Boot! Stone nails Shelton with a big boot, sending him out of the ring! Helms quickly rushes into the ring... Stone wraps his hands around Helms throat, lifting him up. Qith brute force, Stone slams Helms down onto the same ladder Shelton used to bust Daniels open. Jeff Hardy quickly leaps up onto the apron. He climbs to the top rope, signaling for Stone to move. Jeff leaps off... Stone steps forwards, catching him... He lifts him up... Powerbomb onto Helms! As Jeff and Helms rolls out of the ring, Stone turns around... Edge comes charging at him... Spear-NO! Stone moves, and Edge puts on the breaks. Both men begin to exchange blows, drilling one another in the face with brutal shots. Stone drills Edge in the stomach with a knee. He lifts him up over his head, tossing him out of the ring!
With Stone being the only man in the ring, he quickly takes advantage of this moment. He repositions the ladder and begins to climb. A ladder comes sliding into the ring, followed by Shelton Benjamin. Shelton props his ladder onto the one Stone is climbing. He hits the ropes and quickly runs up the ladder. As Shelton reaches the top, he leaps at Stone... Stone catches him by the throat in mid-air. He holds him there for a second and slams him down to the mat! Stone now begins to reach for the ladder. He gets on the top step, extending his arm... He almost has it... Edge is in the ring with a third ladder. He props his ladder in the corner and on the ladder Stone is on, as if it were a bridge. Edge quickly walks across it, nailing Stone across the back with stiff forearm shots. As Stone lays against the ladder, Edge pulls him down, slamming him to the mat. Edge now reaches for the case, hoping to take it for himself. He reaches for it, barely touching it with his finger tips. Shelton, on the other side of the ring, dashes up his propped up ladder on the other side... He springs up, leaping over Edge... Leapfrog Powerbomb through the bridged ladder!
Edge and Shelton lay in a heap of twisted and broken metal, as Hardy slide in, looking on. Jeff slowly turns around, only to be nailed in the mid-section by Helms! Halms hammers Jeff down with his ladder and knocks him out of the ring. As Helms turns around, he is caught by Stone! Stone knocks Helms' ladder out of his hands and begins to drill him with massive shots. He lifts Helms up... JACKHAMMER! Helms shakes in pain, almost having a seizure... Stone kicks him out of the ring and pulls Edge up from the wreckage. He lifts Edge up... Chokeslam to the outside! Before Stone can get a hold of Shelton, he slides out of the ring. Stone now clears the broken ladder from the ring and begins to climb once more. He is determined to end this thing and to claim the money in the bank as his. Stone climbs each step, hurrying up the ladder. Stone reaches up, grapsing onto the briefcase. He pulls and pulls, but it won't come down. He snatches with all his power, but it still won't come down. As Stone begins to grow frustrated, Shelton slides into the ring, with a ladder. He places it in the corner, and climbs to the top rope. Stone looks at him, trying to figure out what Shelton's trying to do. Shelton lelaps up, grabbing onto the ladder. It quickly begins to fall towards Stone... Shelton leaps off, drilling Stone right int eh jaw with a massive super kick! Stone soars off the ladder, tangling himself up in the ropes. Somehow Shelton grabs onto Stone's ladder and scurries up it. He yanks, snatching the briefcase off!Finkel: The winner of the Money in the Bank Ladder Match... "The Gold Standard" Shelton Benjamin!Shelton goes nuts in the ring, celebrating like he's never celebrated before. With the crowd applauding him for his effort, Shelton raises the briefcase high above his head for all to see... As the men who competed in the Money in the Bank Ladder Match make their way up the ramp, the lights in the Citrus Bowl suddenly cut out. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, wondering what is going on...
Blinding white lights suddenly shine down upon the stage. A video begins to play..."This is the proclamation... This is the call to rise..."With the crowd cheerin their heads off, the power in the citrus bowl cuts out once more... It then suddenly cuts back on, as if nothing had happened... As we cut away from the strange promo, we see Todd Grisham standing by the Shelton Benjamin, who just won the Money in the Bank Ladder Match.Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, moments ago we saw this man, Shelton Benjamin defeat five other men in SNME's third Money in the Bank Ladder match. Now Shelton, how does it feel?
Benjamin: Todd, I've done many things in my career... But never anything like this. There is no better feeling, than having a guaranteed shot at the World Heavyweight Championship for a year. And Todd... You never know, when I might cash this baby in...
Grisham: Well Shelton, I can see you are very tired from your big match, so I'll let you get back to your lockeroom to get some rest. Enjoy the rest of the show, and once again... Congratulations, Shelton.Shelton holds up the briefcase, showing it to everyone. He then smile, as he walks off camera... As the scene fades, live satellite feed begins to play... SNME Hall of Famer Ryan Beyer is shown standing before the camera...Beyer: I stand here before you... An SNME Hall of Famer. But I'm not here to speak on that... I'm here to speak on two great men. Two men who have done tremendous things for this business and this company. Kurt Angle... And Shawn Michaels. Now, Shawn and I go back to our days in NHBWO together. That's where he and I waged war like no other two men have before. And like I've seen in the past, Shawn is going to put on a match for you people tonight that you've never seen. But he isn't facing just anyone... No. He is facing one of the toughest opponents anyone in this business has ever been put up against, Kurt Angle. Tonight, I watch on as a friend... As a fan. And I am hoping to see the greatest performance in both of these mens' careers. Thank you.Beyer smiles and gives the crowd a wave goodbye... The scene changes to backstage where an angry “Mr. Perfect” Curt Hennig is roaming the hallways in only a towel. Mr. Perfect is checking down every hallway and opening every door, checking inside. As Mr. Perfect seems to be on a rampage from behind him runs “JB” Jeremy Borash. As JB gets close enough for Mr. Perfect to hear him he shots out as loud as possible.Jeremy Borash: Mr. Perfect! Mr. Perfect!Mr. Perfect turns around to see Jeremy Borash rushing his way and a look of disgust crosses his face. He pause’s waiting for Borash to catch up to him so that he can answer whatever questions JB has for him. As Jeremy finally arrives next to The Perfect One, he breathes heavily as he begins to question Mr. Perfect.Jeremy Borash: Hello Mr. Perfect, I just had to ask, what’s with the lack of clothing and the angry attitude?
Mr. Perfect: You want to know why I’m only wearing a towel looking around every place I cross? Well “JB”, I had some big plans tonight, a night on the town with some lovely ladies, and showing them just how perfect I really am. So I went to go take a shower in my own personal locker room, because unlike most of these untalented buffoons back here, I practice good hygiene. Anyways, I get out of the shower, grab a towel, and go to put on my clothes, only to find that they’re gone! Someone stole my clothes! I mean who has so much of a thieving, mischievous mind that they would steal something like clo-As Mr. Perfect is just getting ready to finish his statement he stops mid-word. Mr. Perfect’s eyes are locked on something off camera. The cameras turn around to show a man standing at the refreshments stand, seeming to be eating quite a bit of the free food. Though it doesn’t seem to bother Mr. Perfect that the man is eating a lot, what does catch his eyes is the writing on his back that gives away his identity, the writing that says “Cheat to Win”. As the camera focus’ on the back of this mans shirt a loud pop can be heard from the crowd watching on the big screen in the arena, as this can only mean one man. Mr. Perfect begins walking towards him with anger still burning in his eyes before he grabs his shoulder and turns him around to reveal who we all knew it to be, Chavo Guerrero. Chavo’s mouth is stuff with food which he quickly swallows; as he is caught off guard by Mr. Perfect.Chavo Guerrero: Hey holmes, what’s up with the roughness?
Mr. Perfect: I know it was you Chavo. I know you’re the one who stole my clothes!
Chavo Guerrero: Come on man, why would I do something like that?
Mr. Perfect: Cause you’re a Guerrero!
Chavo Guerrero: Hmmm… you’ve got a good point there… I mean that’s just solid reasoning… but how do you know it wasn’t someone else?
Mr. Perfect: Chavo, who else would steal my clothes? I don’t think there’s anyone on the roster or the payroll that is that much of a kleptomaniac to do something like that other than you!
Chavo Guerrero: Hey I’m not a klepto… ok maybe I am just a little, but Curt I swear I didn’t take your clothes.
Mr. Perfect: Well you better not have or I will bring down my wrath upon you!Mr. Perfect stares at Chavo for a little before turning to leave the scene with the camera beginning to follow him. Mr. Perfect doesn’t get two steps away before we hear Chavo’s voice.Chavo Guerrero: Oh, Curt you forgot something…Mr. Perfect turns around sharply while speaking.Mr. Perfect: What Chav-BAM! Before Mr. Perfect can even respond he is blasted over the head by a silver tray from the refreshment stand by Chavo, the fans erupt into louder cheers as Chavo then reaches under the stand and pulls out a pile of clothes that belong to Mr. Perfect. Chavo tosses the clothes onto Mr. Perfect, only saying one thing.Chavo Guerrero: I lie too.Chavo turns around and walks off screen while the camera shows Mr. Perfect laid out on the ground with his clothes spread across his damaged body before the cameras slowly change scenes. The camera goes backstage where Sam X is tightening up his boots. The sweaty and nervous Alex Straffer walks up with some sort of plastic cup in his hand.Alex: SAM! SAM! Sam looks up, then quickly looks away and sighs.Sam X: Jesus....
Alex: SAM! Would you have ever though, that Seth would be the guy coming back to teach you a lesson!?
Sam:Teach me a lesson? What? You ran up to me last week in a frenzy like some big cat was going to jump me, then I find out it is Seth. What's that all about? Seth doesn't scare me. Seth isn't even in the same league as me. I.... Sam pauses and looks down at the cup in Alex's hand. Sam: What's that?
Alex: Oh it...it's your coffee sir.
Sam: My co...A creeking sound is heard from the side. Sam swats the coffee out of Alex's hand and the camera follows it as it flies through the air. The creeking sound turns out to be Paul Heyman walking through the door. The coffee cup smacks him right in the face. His head turns red as he screams with the coffee burning into his skin.Paul: WHO THE HELL!??!
Sam: Alex man, look what you did. You smacked Paul Heyman with a cup of coffee from you're little fit of rage. You need to help bro.Sam starts laughing and walks past the still furious Paul Heyman. Sam's laughs are still heard while he walks down the hall. Paul Heyman wipes the coffee off of his leather coat then looks up at Alex, who is standing directly in front of the camera.Alex: Sir...it...it isn't what it looks like. Paul Heyman: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!?! Heyman picks up a book off of a near by coffee table. He tosses the book in Alex's direction out of anger. Before the book hits him Alex yells outAlex: I CAN EXPLAIN! Alex steps back trying to avoid the book and trips over the camera man. Both him and the camera falls backwards. The camera turns to static for a second before cutting out all together. Sam X vs. St. Seth Akira(Put Up or Shut Up!)”Run” suddenly hits as Seth “The Darkbeast” Akira makes his way through the curtain. He has a smirk upon his face from ear to ear. He continues on down the ramp, and poses before sliding into the ring. He props himself in the corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. Fink: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is Schedule for one fall. Introducing first...from Hell's Gate, weighing in tonight at 225 pounds, this is Seth..."The Dark Beast"... Akira! A trumpet sounds throughout the arena as the fans begin cheering crazily. The curtain is slung open as the Intercontinental Champion Sam X walks out to the tune of “Line in the Sand”. The title is strapped around his waist, but his face is emotionless. His eyes seem bloodshot, but there is a coldness around him.Fink: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at a total of 242 pounds, from Baltimore Maryland, he is...Sam X!The crowd boos loudly for Sam X, who cups his forehead, and looks around the arena, with every fan out of their seat booing for Sam. X and Akira walk to the center of the ring, not taking their eyes off one another. Finally, the bell rings, and as soon as it rings.“Ding! Ding! Ding”Akira clocks Sam with a huge right hand, taking him down. The crowd boos, as Seth goes to work, stomping Sam in the mid section numerous times! Seth then picks Sam X up and Irish Whips him into the ropes, and Clotheslines him right back down. Seth continues to pick on Sam, hitting him with an Elbow Drop in the chest. Akira goes for a quick cover, and counts along with his fingers.“One…Two…”Sam kicks out at an early two. Seth then picks Sam up, and backs him up into a corner. He then begins spearing him in between the turnbuckles. Once... Twice... but as he goes for the third time, Sam pokes him in the eye! The crowd boos, as Seth turns around to aid to his eye. Sam then kicks the calf of Seth, sending him falling down to the mat. Sam picks Seth back up, and takes him down with a quick Armdrag. The crowd boos, but X isn't done there. As he still has grasp of the arm, he clutches his legs around the limb like arm, and stretches it out in a Modified Armbar! Seth screams, while Sam continues to inflict pain on the arm of Seth, as he pleads for mercy. Eventually, Sam brakes up the Armbar on his own, and begins stomping on the right bicep of Seth! The referee backs Sam up, who responds by taunting to the fans, getting the fans to boo Sam massively. X then picks Akira back up, and Knifedge Chops him straight back down to the mat. Sam continues to work on the arm of Seth, picking it up, and planting both knees into the arm with a Knee Drop! Sam picks Akira up again, and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Seth springs back at Sam, and X goes for a Back Body Drop, but Seth lands on his feet. Akira backs up, and waits for Sam to turn around. As Sam does, Akira charges at Sam, and takes him down with a Yakuza Kick to the upper chest - lower throat! The crowd is in shock, as Sam falls down, and goes into the fatal position. The crowd is in shock, as the ref checks on Sam. Seth looks confused, as he walks over to Sam, and kicks him in the back lightly, seeing if it was some kind of charade. The ref backs Seth up, and Akira's confused face, turns into an evil grin. Seth puts his hands back on Sam, and drags him to the corner of the ring, resting his head down on the turnbuckle. Seth argues with the referee, before Seth begins to choke Sam with his boot, while the ref can't do anything but count. “1...2...3....4…” Akira lets go at a late four. The ref and Seth have another altercation about this, but Seth just ignores the referee in the end. Akira then picks Sam back up, and gives him a cocky slap, causing Sam to fall back down. Seth continues to take advantage of Sam, as he rolls X over on his back, and goes to the top rope. Seth smiles, as the referee tries to get him down from the top turnbuckle, as he walks out onto the apron, and climbs the steel rungs. Seth then squats down on the top rope, waiting, while the crowd waits to see what he's going to do to Sam, and can only hope, it's nothing terrible. Seth then leaps off the rope, jumping, and eventually hitting Sam with the Houston Hangover, with one foot connecting with the neck/throat area of Sam, again! The crowd is scared for Sam's well being, as Seth goes for the cover.“One…Two…Thre..”SAM X KICKS OUT! The crowd goes wild, as Sam has gotten back into this thing, while all Seth can do, is continue to try to put him away. Akira is furious, as he argues with the referee about what just went down, making up excuses such as "You counted too slow" amongst others. Seth rolls onto Sam again, and covers him, telling the ref to "count right" this time. The ref counts the same way he did before.“One…Two”Sam again kicks out at two. Akira then gets up, and gets into the refs face. As Seth argues with the ref, Sam begins to get to his feet, getting the crowd to cheer at the top of their lungs. Sam holds his throat, until he gets to full stance. He then waits for Seth to turn around, in which he does, and he's caught with a Belly to Belly suplex in a millisecond by Sam! Sam begins to beat the living hell out of Seth, while the fans love it. Sam picks Akira up, and Irish Whips Seth into the turnbuckle. Akira has whiplash, falling down to the mat, but Sam doesn't leave Akira resting for long. Sam picks Seth up, and hits him with another Knifedge Chop, and then quickly hooks him, and takes him down with an STO! Sam gets to the ropes, and leans over them taunting. Sam then goes back to combat, picking Seth up again, and locking up with him in the center of the ring. Sam then locks Seth's two hands around his neck, while Sam's at the backside of him, after configuring the lock up. Sam's behind Seth, and sees no hesitation. He quickly jumps in the air, buts his knees into the back of Akira, and drops down, hitting Seth out of nowhere with a Modified Lungblower! The fans can't believe it, as Sam goes for a quick pin on Seth! “One…Two…”Seth kicks out at two, and Sam can't believe it. Sam then continues to go to work, stomping the right arm of Seth again. X picks Akira back up, and locks his his arms around his waist. Sam then picks Seth up, and takes him down with a Front Suplex. Sam X then does the amateur wrestling crawl, crawling in a 180 degree motion, to face Seth's head. He then begins to knee Seth in the head numerous times, and ends up rolling him over, and putting him into a Rear Naked Choke! The crowd boos, as Seth begins to fade away. Akira doesn't give up without a fight, though. He gets onto his front side, and proceeds to crawl to the ring ropes, slowly, but surely, as he fades away from the choke. Akira begins to turn purple, as he finally reaches the rope, touching it barely with one hand. The fans can't believe it, but Sam gets off, and waits for Seth to get up. Akira takes a few minutes, but eventually gets on all fours. Sam sees an opportunity, as he runs towards Seth, and kicks him in the forehead! The crowd is ecstatic, as Sam rolls Seth over for the cover!“One…Two…”Seth again kicks out at two, and Sam can't believe it. Sam seems frustrated, but continues to work Seth until he possibly can't anymore. Sam picks Akira back up again, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Seth bounces back, as Sam maneuvers Seth into a Scoop Slam, with a cover! “One…Two…”Seth once again kicks out from Sam, and Sam seems to be losing hope, as to beating Seth. Sam picks Akira back up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Seth holds onto the ropes, causing Sam to run after Akira. Seth flips Sam over the ropes, but Sam keeps his balance, holding the ropes, staying on the apron. The crowd boos, as X spears Akira through the ropes, and then knees him in the head, as he bends over. Sam X then enters the ring again, and takes Seth down with another knee to the head. Sam then locks up with Akira, and puts him in a quick Hammerlock, which he quickly turns into an Armdrag. With Akira on the mat, Sam taunts again, getting the crowd fired up. Sam picks Seth back up, and kicks him in the gut. Sam then places Seth between his legs, picks him up, and Powerbombs Seth down to the mat! Sam then does it again, connecting with a Double Powerbomb on Akira! Sam then climbs the turnbuckle taunting for the fans and hits the Shooting Star Press! “One…Two…Three”SETH KICKS OUT! SETH KICKS OUT! Sam is agog. Sam then picks Seth back up and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Sam calls for the finish, getting Orlando on their feet, and in a ruckus! Sam hoists Seth up to the top turnbuckle, and positions him for the Burning Hammer. But as Sam took off, Seth pushed X away! Sam didn't stand for it long, as he ran up to the second turnbuckle, and begins to club Seth Akira in the back with rapid fists. Seth fights back, punching Sam in the stomach, until Akira plays strategically, and makes his fist into a thumb. He then uppercuts the throat of Sam X, who falls off the turnbuckle! The crowd is wild, as Seth smiles, thinking he has this match. Akira then stands on the top turnbuckle, and jumps down, Curb Stomping Sam X! The crowd boos, as Akira continues to inflict pain on Sam. Seth picks Sam up, and backs him up into a turnbuckle. He begins hitting Sam numerous times with his fists, causing Sam X to collapse to the bottom turnbuckle. Akira finally backs up, as Sam rests on the bottom turnbuckle. Akira backs up, and then charges, hitting Sam with a knee to the face. Seth then picks Sam back up and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Sam can barely spring back, but Seth catches Sam, and takes him down with a Spinebuster! Seth then runs the ropes, and hits Sam with a Fistdrop! Akira smirks, as he picks Sam up again, and quickly takes him down with a Dropkick. Seth smiles, as he looks at Sam, laying around like a corpse. Seth smiles, and calls for the finish, sending the crowd into boos. Seth plugs his ears, laughing at the Orlando fans, as he picks Sam up, and sets up for the Execution! The crowd boos, as we're just mere seconds away from the end. Seth begins to fall down to plant Sam into the mat, but mid way, Sam reverses into a Burning Hammer out of nowhere! The crowd is amazed, and is screaming for Sam to cover Seth! Sam slowly rolls over Seth, and covers! “One…Two…Three!”Fink: Here is your winner...SAM...X!Sam's music blasts all over the arena as the ref raise his arm. Sam climbs the turnbuckle and taunts for the fans.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 26, 2008 22:31:18 GMT -5
As we fade from the ring, we are taken backstage to a lockeroom. Randy Orton paces the floor, his eyes possessed. He paces back and fourth, deeply breathing. A slight knock comes at the door, and he snaps his head in its direction. The door slowly creaks open, revealing Randy's father, "Cowboy" Bob Orton. Randy lets out a smirk, happy to see his father. The two embrace in a hug...Randy: Dad, what are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you here tonight...
Bob: You know I can't miss a big match like this... Afterall, that punk Roy had no business getting involved between you and Triple H. And tonight... If I see any funny business going on... I'll be out there. Don't you doubt it either... I'm not lettin' my boy get cheated...
Randy: Ya' know, that's awfully nice of you, dad, but I think I've got this one in the bag. You see, Roy is nothing. Hell, he just got medicaly cleared of a major concussion. And as soon as I nail him with the RKO... That concussion is gonna be right back where it was to begin with.
Bob: Well, just incase... Let me tell ya' something. I was walking around the set this morning, and I got to thinkin'... I figured you might need some backup if Roy tries any kind of slick stuff, ya' know... So I took that 'ol sledge hammer Triple H uses all the time and hid it up under the ring... So if you need it... Take it! Don't come home empty handed, son...
Randy: Oh, I won't... I won't... The Legend of the Roy will be killed before it has even begun!As both Orton's smile, the view switches to the hallway. Roy is seen standing at the door, hearing every word of what was just said. As he pulls his ear from the door, he jolts a smile at the camera and walks off... The Roy vs. "Legend Killer" Randy Orton(Grudge Match!)An unfamiliar sound blares through the stadium, as images of "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton appear on the screens. With an array of boos, Orton slowly reveals himself to the seventy thousand plus. With an evil look upon his face, Orton slowly walks down the ramp, followed by his father, "Cowboy" Bob Orton.Finkel: Making his way to the ring... He hails from St. Louis, Missouri... He weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds... And he stands at six feet and five inches... Accompanied by his father, "Cowboy" Bob Orton... He is "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton!Randy and his father make their way down the aisle, a cold look upon both of their faces. "The Legend Killer" is ready to taste blood, and it is very obvious. Randy slowly climbs the steps and enters the ring. He climbs to the middle rope, staring out into the thousands and thousands of fans. He lifts his arms, forming his signature pose as the pace of the music changes. As Orton slowly climbs down, his music is cut off... "Heatsrong" blares through the Citrus bowl, as the crowd erupts into cheers! The man that saved the day, The Roy, makes hiw way out onto the stage, looking prepared to make Orton pay for what he's done once and for all. With is trench coat dragging behind him, and his cowboy hat upon his head, Roy slowly makes his way down the ramp...Finkel: And the opponent... Making his return to the ring... He hails from Baltimore, Maryland... He weighs in at two-hundred and sixty pounds... He stands at six feet and four inches... "The Revolution"... The Roy!roy high-fives many of his lving fans, making their day. he quickly jolts up the steps and enters the ring. Roy quickly snatches off his coat and tosses it out of the ring. He points to the crowd, letting them know that he means business tonight."Ding, ding, ding!"The bel sounds, and both men lock eyes. The Roy looks out at Bob Orton, warning him not to get involved. As Roy reaches to the top of his head to take off his hat, Orton dashes at him. Randy kicks The Roy in the chest the quickly follows up with a swinging neck breaker. Without allowing The Roy any time to breathe, Orton leaps into the air and falls, planting his knees into Roy's forehead. The Roy rolls onto his stomach in pain. Orton picks him up and smacks him across the chest. The Roy backs up into the turnbuckle and Orton smacks him in the chest once more. The Rage builds up in The Roy and he strikes back. He delivers a right fist into the chin of Orton. Orton stumbles backwards and The Roy punches him once more. The Roy tosses Orton against the ropes, and meets him with a spine buster. The Roy stands up and absorbs the fans chants. He looks at Bob Orton who is screaming at him. Roy walks over to the end of the ring and begins to argue with Bob. Randy takes advantage with a sneak roll up."1... 2...."The Roy kicks out. Orton quickly rolls away and hops to his feet, as does The Roy. The lock up and this time Roy gets the first hit. He knees Orton in the stomach then delivers a devastating DDT. Roy then goes to the outside of the ropes and stands at the center of the apron. He signals for his signature tope-atomico and the fans cheer him on. The Referee is busy checking on Orton, when Roy leaps into the air. Bob grabs Roy's right leg, causing him to fall down and bang his jaw on the side of the ring. Bob Orton then runs back to the other side of the ring, as if nothing had happened. Roy rolls on the outside of the ring, checking to make sure each tooth is still in tact. Noticing The Roy, the ref begins the count out."1... 2..."Meanwhile, Orton has had the time to get to his feet. He leans against the ropes, opposite of The Roy."3... 4..."The Roy stands up and gets on top of the apron. "5..."Orton rushes towards The Roy and leaps into the air. He connects with his singnature leg drop knocking The Roy back to the outside of the ring. "6... 7..."Again The Roy begins to stir. "8... 9..."The Roy rolls in under the bottom rope and Orton stands in the corner laughing. He lifts up his right leg, and loosens up his foot. The audience boo's realizing what is about to happen. Orton charges, just before he has the chance to punt Roy's head, Roy rolls off to the side and trips Orton. Randy's neck falls into the top rope, almost smashing in his throat. He hits the ground holding his neck. The Roy grabs Orton by the legs and flips him over. Randy screams in pain, as The Roy has locked in a perfect sharp shooter. Orton wiggles trying to get to the ropes. The Roy leans back as far as he can. Orton holds his head trying to block out the pain. Bob Orton hops onto the apron yelling at The Roy. The Roy let's go of Orton and runs at Bob. He bounces against Bob Orton, knocking him down hard. When he turns around, Orton jabs him in the eyes. He then grabs his head, shifts behind The Roy and drops him with his signature back breaker. The Roy lays with his back arched from the pain. Orton lays next to The Roy, stalking him. He pounds the ground, waiting for The Roy to stand up. Just as The Roy is completely up, Orton leaps up, and wraps his arm around Roys head all in a single motion. RKO!. Orton drags himself over to get the cover."1... 2..."The Roy gets his shoulder up. Both Bob and Randy Orton yell in discontent. Orton Picks Roy up and tosses him against the ropes. The Roy retaliates by spearing Randy Orton. Both men lay on the groung trying to catch their breath. Orton and Roy both get up to one knee and start swinging at each other. The get to thier feet at the same time and lock up once more. The Roy lands a quick snap suplex and goes for the cover. "1... 2..."Orton gets his leg on the bottom rope before the three count. The Roy sits up and sighs. Orton tries to sit up, but is too exhausted. The Roy stands up and walks over to him. He places one hand over the back of Randy's head, and continuously punches him with the other. The Roy then brings Orton up to his feet, and lays him back down with a complete shot. Orton lays holding his jaw as The Roy lays down on his chest next to Orton. He lays stalking Orton, just as Orton had done to him right before delivering the RKO. Orton stumbles getting to his feet when suddenly Bob Orton rushes into the ring. He holds a sledge hammer in hand and uses it to bash the referee in the back of the head. Bob then look in Roy's direction, who is now backing away. The audience goes insane as Triple H walks from behind the curtain holding his own sledge hammer. Bob Orton looks scared, The Roy simply laughs. Triple H slides into the ring and Bob Orton raises up the sledge hammer. Before he has a chance to bring it down on to Hunter's head, Triple H swings the hammer into Bob's gut. Bob Orton drops his sledge hammer and falls to his knees. Triple H uses one hand to toss Orton out of the ring. The Roy and Triple H shake hands, as Orton begins to get up. The Roy kicks Orton in the gut and places his head between his legs. He hooks both arms and pulls off a perfect pedigree! The Roy then covers Randy Orton with the ref still knocked out. Triple H uses his foot to gently kick the ref in his head. Slowly coming to his senses the ref counts."1........ 2........
3!"TheRoy's music hits and Triple H helps him to his feet. Triple H raises up The Roy's hand as they celebrate the thrashing. As Roy is shown celebrating in the ring, we fade backstage to Heyman's office. Heyman sits at his desk, while Lesnar and Danielson stand before him...Heyman: Listen up... As both of you know, this was supposed to be a triple threat match. But... Due to some certain issues Whelan was released from his SNME contract. So... It's now just you two...
Danielson: That's even better. With that idiot out of the way, all I have to focus on is you... Brock.
Lesnar: Confident, huh? Let that confidence get to your head... Just let it, Danielson. And while you're thinking you've got the match won... I'll break you in half!
Danielson: Is that so?
Lesnar: You're damn right!Danielson and Lesnar get nose to nose, pushing and shoving...Heyman: Hey! Stop it, dammit! Stop it! You know what? Since you two want to fight so bad... You're match is up next! Now get your asses out there! NOW!Danielson storms out of the office, leaving Brock and Heyman. Heyman lets out a sinister smile, as Brock does the same... Bryan Danielson vs. Brock Lesnar (c) vs. Shane Whelan [/s] (Intercontinental Championship!)"Final Countdown" By Europe hits the PA. and the audience explodes for the Intercontinental championship number one contender. Danielson comes behind the curtain with an intense look. He is in the perfect mindset for his match and refuses to lose concentration. He walks down the ramp without the ussual recognition of the fans and hops over the top rope. He stands on the second turnbuckle and lifts up both hands. The fans cheer his name, as he closes his eyes to absorb the moment. Before he has a chance to truely appreciate it all he is cut off.
"Violence Fetish" by Disturbed pays over the P.A, causing a evil glare to come over Danielson. Danielson hops off of the turnbuckle as Brock comes from behind the curtain. He smiles at the discontent number one contender while walking down the ramp. He moves his shoulders in a circular motion, ignoring the brutal assault of words from the fans. He hops up onto the apron and stares in at Bryan Danielson trying to intimidate him. Lesnar comes in over the top rope and gets into Danielson's face. The referee gets in between them and holds upm the IC title. Lesnar points at the title, uttering a few words. The words obviously bother Danielson in some way, for he makes the first move. He swings his fist at Lesnar several times before throwing him against the ropes. The Ref puts the title outside of the ring and rings the bell."DING DING DING!"When Lesnar rebounds from the ropes, Danielson delivers a dropkick. Lesnar falls against the ropes and Danielson sprints back to his feet. Lesnar charges at Danielson who drops down and takes Lesnar down with him using a drop toe hold. Lesnar hold his forehead trying to stop the pain from the impact. Danielson quickly stands up and delivers a splash to the back of Brock Lesnar. Lesnar rolls to his back and looks up at Danielson in pain. Trying to keep up the fast paced assault, Danielson grabs Lesnar's leg. Lesnar counter by kicking Danielson in the head. Bryan falls backwards from the force, giving Brock time to stand up. Danielson runs and grabs Brock by the neck. He uses the momentum to shift their body's to deliver a swinging DDT. However, Brock uses his upper body strength to toss Danielson off of him, and several feet across the ring. Danielson holds his back while Brock walks over to him. Brock uses one hand to pick up Danielson by the head. Brock throws Danielson against the turn buckle and begins to jab him in the chest. A few rib cracking hits later, Danielson fights back. He knees Lesnar in the face, causing him to kneel over. Danielson then lifts his knee straight up, banging it into Lesnar's jaw rattling his teeth. Lesnar, still crouched down, turns away from Bryan. Danielson without turning around, leaps onto the top rope. He just as quickly leaps off landing a famouser, flattening Brock Lesnar. He hooks the leg. 1..........................................2Lesnar kicks out. He sits up and Danielson gets to his feet. He bounces off of the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the still sitting Brock Lesnar, knocking him back down. Danielson goes outside of the ropes and wastes no time spring boarding off of them. He tries landing a splash, but instead his jaw is met by Brock Lesnar's boot. Lesnar once again sits up, this time with a moment to catch his breath. Danielson is layed out, and sweat is pouring from Lesnars body. He gets up to his feet, and kicks Danielson in the face. Danielson rolls over protecting his face. Brock picks him up and places him on his soulder in one swift motion. He swings Danielson around, almost hitting the F-5. Danielson manages to use the momentum to land on his feed behind Lesnar and fall backwards, taking Lesnar down with him, while his knees are planted in his back. Both men lay exhausted and Danielson tries for another cover. 1...........Lesnar kicks out and bangs the mat. He grows angry and vicious while getting back to his feet. He uses both hands to bring Danielson back to his feet with force. He then wraps both hands around his neck, and lifts him several feet into the air. Danielson's face turns blue as he is deprived from air. Lesnar waits till Danielson is ready to burst, then slams him down on his back. With Danielson layed out, Lesnar grabs his leg and locks in the Brock Lock. He pulls back on Danielson's leg making him scream in pain. Lesnar yells out for Danielson to tap but he refuses. After a few seconds of intense pain. Lesnar breaks the hold out of frustration. Danielson appears half dead as Lesar stands on top of him, trying to break him in half. Brock steps off of Danielson and the ref pushes Brock away. Are you able to continue? Danielson nods his head to the ref, and gets to his hands and knees. Lesnar rushes in and kicks Danielson in the gut. Lesnar then slowly picks up Danielson and holds him up by the head. He takes a few seconds to turn and yell at the fans which gives Danielson him opening. Danielson drop kicks Lesnar's knee cap nearly callapsing it. The pain is too much to bare, and Lesnar drops to one knee. Danielson leaps up and smacks Lesnar in the head with a shining wizard. Still, Lesnar does not fall completely down. Danielson hits the ropes and tries for another shining wizard. Just as he goes to take his feet off the ground, Lesnar sprints forward with a powerful clothes line from hell. Danielson's body callapses as he falls on his back. Lesnar, exhausted, also falls down onto his chest. The Referee starts a double count out. 1.......................2Lesnar wiggles slightly towards Danielson. 3!Lesnar lays his arm over Danielson. 1.........................2 Danielson digs down deep to kick out. Both men lay sweaing and exhausted. Danielson rolls over and begins to stand up. Lesnar crawls towards the tunrb buckles, and uses then to help himself up. Danielson is at the turn buckles opposite of Lesnar when he realizes Lesnar is leaning against the turn buckle with his back to him. Danielson runs and leaps into the air. He bends his legs and rams his knees into Brock Lesnars back. Lesnar walks to the center of the ring holding his back. Danielson dashes from behind to take Lesnar down with a bulldog. Lesnar rolls in pain and Danielson tries to take quick advantage. He jumps up into the air, and leg drops Lesnar in the back of his head. Danielson rolls over Lesnar and tries to get a quick pin. 1...........................2Brock barely kicks out. Danielson rubs his face in frustration. He struggles to get Lesnar to his feet, then smacks him in the chest. Lesnar too tired too counter, stumbles backwards from the hit. Danielson then follows up with mic check! Lesnar lays breathing heavily. Danielson rolls over onto Brock, and hooks both of his arms. He then flips over locking in the cattle mutilation!. Lesnar still breathing heavily seems ready to quit at any moment. He sticks out the submission for a surprisingly long time. After about a full sixty seconds, Lesnar's face is completely red. Danielson screams in frustration and tugs violently trying to make Lesnar submit. By now, Lesnar's face is blue. His eyes roll back in his head and the ref tries to ask if he wants to call it quits. A few seconds go by, and the referee has no choice but to end the match by knock out. The referee tugs on Danielson telling him it is over. Danielson tugs a few more times before letting the hold go. The Referee now holds the I.C title in one hand, and helps Danielson up with the other. "Final Countdown" hits the P.A for a second time, this to signal our new champion.Finkel: Here is your winner.......AND NEWWWW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONNN......BRYAN DANIELSONN!!!The audience leaps up celebrating the victory with the American Dragon. Danielson snatches his title from the referee and goes to the turnbuckle. He stands up on the second one with both hands in the air, the same way as the match had began. Only this time he holds the IC title in his hands, and a tear in his eyes. [/center] Saturday Night's Main Event: Rumble in the Jungle! Live! From The Staples Center in Los Angeles, California! 6/29/08
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 26, 2008 22:37:49 GMT -5
We fade to a backdrop of the Rumble in the Jungle poster just revealed to us... Standing in front of it is none other than Paul Heyman...Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen, as we move on from Wrestlefest, we will be taken on a journey... A journey that leads us to Rumble in the Jungle. And on that journey, you will all take witness to the King of the Jungle Tournament! Sixteen men have been chosen... But there will only be ONE King!A sadistic smile rolls across Heyman's face, as we fade away... The room is dark. Deep breathing can be heard in the distance... A single light from above clicks on, revealing Mr. Kennedy to us all. He stares intensly into the camera...Kennedy: It has been months since I've seen a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship... Months I tell ya'! But all of that will change... Tonight! Because you see, I have been placed in a match with Chris Jericho. And it isn't just for the hell of it... No. It is for the number one contendership to the World Heavyweight Championship. So let this be a warning... A promise... Whoever it may be holding that World Heavyweight Championship at the end of the night... I... Mister Kennedy WILL be placing a target on your head... And trust me... I'm a good shot... As for you, Jericho... Let's not drag this on too long... Tonight your career is going to end... Your LIFE is going to end... And I will have single-handedly gotten rid of you from the wrestling world... Hell, from the world itself!Kennedy is now breathing even harder than before, his eyes right in front of the camera. He suddenly shoves the camera out of his way, as he storms off... The camera cuts backstage to a lockeroom... Jericho slowly steps into view, prepared to go out there and give it all he's got. He quickly snatches up his vest from a chair and slips it on over his arms. Popping his neck from side to side, Jericho exits the lockeroom, the door closing behind him... "Y2J" Chris Jericho vs. Mr. Kennedy(#1 Contendership!)“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeddddddyyyyyyyyyy!!!!”"Turn Up The Trouble" sounds through the arena as the "crowd favorite", Mr. Kennedy steps through the curtain. The crowd quickly begins booing as Kennedy lets out a big smile. Knowing that he is the cause of the booing crowd, Kennedy begins to laugh. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, preparing himself for the most important match he has ever competed in. In a matter of minutes he will beat Jericho and earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. A row of fans, of course taking the side of the heel in the matter, are seen bowing to Kennedy. He stops as he reaches, looking on at them. He nods his head, that same smile across his face. Kennedy makes his way to the ring, the sound of a few cheers coming from the crowd. He quickly runs up the steps where he enters the ring. He stands there, dead center of the ring, looking around. The lights suddenly dim, with a single spotlight shining down on him. He looks around for a moment and then lifts his hand into the air. A silver microphone lowers from the ceiling, falling directly into his hand.Mr. Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. It is for the number one contednership for the World Heavyweight Championship... First, hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin... He weighs in tonight at a total of two-hundred and forty three pounds... He stands at six feet and two inches... He will be your new number one contender... He is... Miiiiiiiiiiisssssssttttttttteeeeeeerrrrrrrrr Keeeeeennnnnneeeeeddddddyyyyyyyyy!!!
. . . . . . . . . KENNEDY!We cut to a futuristic looking titan tron, as a millennium ball rushes through a a tube. The ball reaches the end, and there is a massive explosion, leaving only Jericho’s outline on the titantron as “Break The Walls Down” blares over the arena. On the stage stands Chris Jericho, back facing the ring, arms out stretched. The blue and purple lights dance around the arena as Y2J spins around, pumping his elbows into his chest.Finkel: And the opponent... Hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... He weighs in tonight at a total of two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds He stands at five feet and ten inches... "Y2J" Chris Jericho!Jericho has a trademark smirk on his face, his hair falling down just a little past his shoulders. Y2J’s face is clean shaven, and smiling. Jericho struts down the ramp, strobe lights flashing over the arena as his music roars over the arena. Jericho walks down the aisle, cockily brushing off the booing fans with his hand. Jericho steps up the stairs, and struts into the ring. Chris taunts the fans in the ring as his lights and music come to a close."Ding! Ding! Ding!"The bell sounds, and both men stare across the ring at one another. Each man slowly steps forwards, taking center ring. They begin talking smack to one another, mouthing off back and fourth.Kennedy: Think you're something, huh? Haha... You're nothing, Chris... Nothing!Chris laughs, and Kennedy slaps the taste right out of his mouth. Jericho holds his jaw, making sure it's in its place. He then stiffs Kennedy right in the jaw, and pummels him to the mat. Each man swings away, connecting as many times as they can. The referee quickly pulls Jericho off of Kennedy, sending him to the corner. As Kennedy pulls himself up, Jericho takes off across the ring. He leaps onto Kennedy, drilling him right in the face with a big forearm shot! As Kennedy shoves Jericho off of him, he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.Jericho: What's wrong, Kennedy? Am I hitting too hard?Kennedy storms around ringside, ready to pitch a fit. He then yells for the referee, getting his attention.Kennedy: Come on, ref... Watch those closed fists...Jericho backs away from the ropes, and Kennedy quickly rolls into the ring. Like sharks circling blood in the water, each man contemplates their next move. They suddenly jolt forwards, locking up in a collar and elbow tie up! Jericho pushes... Kennedy plants his feet... Neither man budges...
The crowd begins to cheer Jericho on, giving him that extra strength, Kennedy starts to budge, but he quickly breaks out. He twists Jericho's arm in a hammer lock and begins to wrench away. Jericho fights the pain and spins out! He sends Kennedy off the ropes... Kennedy comes off the ropes, driving his shoulder right into Jericho's chest. As Jericho stumbles to the mat, the crowd begins to boo.
Jericho slowly pulls himself up, and they begin to circle one another. Jericho bolts forwards, and Kennedy latches onto his head. He locks in a side headlock and begins to wrench away at Jericho's head. Jericho tries and tries to fight it, but Kennedy has him down to one knee. The crowd begins to clap, trying to get Jericho back in this thing. He slowly begins to channel their energy, fueling it into his veins. With all of his power, Jericho lifts up... He gets Kennedy up, slamming him down to the mat!
The crowd is going wild, and both men lay on the mat. Time slowly begins to pass, and both men make it to their feet. Jericho leans on the ropes, and Kennedy charges at him... Jericho ducks, sending Kennedy up and over... No! Kennedy lands on the apron. Jericho charges at the ropes... He springs off... Dropkick! Kennedy soars off the apron and lands backfirst on the floor. As Kennedy rests on the floor, the referee begins to count..."1... 2... 3..."Kennedy slowly sits up, holding his aching back. He slowly pulls himself up with the barricade, as Jericho climbs to the top rope. Jericho looks over his shoulder, spotting Kennedy on his feet... jericho leaps off with a moonsault... No! Kennedy catches him! Kennedy gets him in position on his shoulders and runs forwards... Green Bay Plunge on the outside! As Kennedy rolls to his feet, Jericho screams in pain."7... 8... 9..."Kennedy in and rolls right back out to break the count. He quickly pulls Jericho up. He drills Jericho in the face with some hard shots and whips him across the floor... Jericho crashes right into the steel steps! As Jericho screams in pain, Kennedy lifts him up. He picks him up and slams his back into the steel ring post! He then rolls Jericho into the ring, following him in. Kennedy reaches down to pull Jericho up, but he is drilled in the face with a stiff kick! Kennedy stumbles back... Jericho hits the ropes... He dives at Kennedy... Clothesline! Jericho leaps up off the mat, fired up and ready to call it a night. He sprints for the ropes, leaping onto them... Jericho springs off the ropes with a moonsault... Kennedy gets his knees up! No! Jericho squirms on the mat, now holding his ribs.
Jericho slowly pulls himself to the corner, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Kennedy charges at him, scraping his boot right across Jericho's face! Jericho holds his face now, as Kenedy backs away... Kennedy charges for the corner... Jericho moves, and Kennedy gets nothing... School boy roll up!"One! Two! Thr-Kickout!"Kennedy kicks out and quickly gets to his feet. Jericho smiles right across from an angered Kennedy. Kennedy charges forwards, tackling Jericho into the corner! Both men unleash a fury of fists on one another, once again dishing it out! The referee pulls Kennedy back, but Jericho shoots out of the corner, taking Kennedy and the referee down! Jericho drills Kennedy in the face, pounding his fists into Kennedy's forhead!Styles: What in the hell is this?!?Brock Lesnar comes bolting down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! He leaps onto the ring apron, and dashes into the ring... Jericho turns around... BOOM! Chairshot! Kennedy slowly gets to his feet, shocked to see Brock in the ring. Brock nails Jericho with the chair once again and slams it on the mat. He quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Kennedy pulls the chair up. He sets it up in the center of the ring... Kennedy pulls Jericho up... He kicks him in the mid-scetion... Mic Check on the chair! Owens: Are you fucking serious?!?
Styles: Jericho is busted wide open! He's bleeding profusely!!!Kennedy tosses the chair out of the ring and wakes the referee. Kennedy covers Jericho, and yells for the referee... The referee slowly crawls across the ring... He comes to his senses and begins to count..."One... Two... Three!
NO! JERICHO KICKS OUT!"Kennedy slams his hands on the mat in pure shock. He quickly gets to his feet and begins to pace the ring back and fourth... Jericho slowly crawls to the ropes, wiping the blood from his eyes. Kennedy charges at Jericho with his foot out... Jericho catches Kennedy's foot, sweeping the other leg out from under him... Jericho turns him over... Walls of Jericho! With all of his power, Jericho leans back, sitting down on Kennedy's back! Kennedy begins to scream in pain... The referee asks Kennedy if he wants to continue, and somehow... Out of pure insanity, Kennedy agrees to go on. He fights and fights, trying to break free from the Walls. Jericho lowers himself, putting more pressure on Kennedy.Kennedy: Nooooo! I won't tap out god dammit!Kennedy begins to push up, crawling for the ropes. He digs his hands into the mat, pulling himself. Jericho tries to stop him, but Kennedy is determined! He's almost got the ropes... He reaches... His finger tips are touching the ropes... Jericho yanks Kennedy back, killing all hope...
As the ref checks on Kennedy, he notices that Kennedy seems to have fainted from the pain. He tells Jericho, who relieves some of the pressure to look over his shoulder... Kennedy bolts out of the Walls! He rolls Jericho up!"One! Two! Three!
NO! NO! NO! JERICHO KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!"Kennedy slams his head on the mat, pissed from Jericho kicking out. The both jolt to the center of the ring, locking up! Kennedy whips Jericho into the ropes... Jericho runs up the ropes, springing off! Kennedy catches him on his shoulders... Kennedy drills him in the head a few times and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle... Kennedy clenches onto Jericho, ready to put him out... Jericho begins to squirm... He leaps up, grabbing onto Kennedy's head... As Jericho falls back, he slams Kennedy's head down onto both of his knees! Kennedy bounces up and falls limp to the mat... Jericho pulls himself up... He hits the ropes and springs off... Lionsault! Jericho covers Kennedy..."One! .........
Two! .........
Three!!!!"
Styles Jericho did it! He freaking did it!
Finkel: Here is your winner and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER... "Y2J" CHRIS JERICHO!!!"Break The Walls Down" suddenly blares through the citrus bowl as a bloodied Chris Jericho rises to his feet. A fallen Kennedy rolls out of the ring, blood pouring from his mouth. He angrily leaves ringside, as Jericho celebrates his huge victory, which could mean something huge for his career. With the blood wiped from his face, Jericho climbs the turnbuckle. He points to the loving crowd, and signals that he will soon be champion...
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 26, 2008 22:41:25 GMT -5
We fade to a dark lockeroom. A nervous Shawn Michaels sits in a cold steel chair, his head buried in his hands. A knock comes at the door, bringing his attention up. He looks over his shoulder... He then looks over at the clock above the door. Knowing it is time for the biggest thing he's ever been a part of, Shawn takes in one last deep breath. He stands up, prepared to do what he's been waiting to do for so long... He reaches into his locker, removing his entrance vest. He slips it on, and reaches into his locker once more. He pulls out a picture of his family, kissing it. He places it back in the locker and turns away... Kurt Angle sits in a dark corner of his locker room, on a silver chair. Leaning back, a black towel covers Kurt's head, as he stares down at the World Title grasped in his nervous hands. He sits this way, silently, for several moments, not even shifting positions or making the slightest motion. He is nervous. He is focused. He is ready. He is ready to once again show the world that he is the greatest. Kurt lets out a deep sigh, and stands up, removing the towel from his bald head. Angle takes off his T shirt and lets it fall to the floor, as he heads out of the door, ready for a battle. The Main Event:Kurt Angle (c) vs. "HBK" Shawn Michaels(World Heavyweight Championship!)Engulfing every square inch of the sold out Citrus Bowl Arena with its catchy tune, “Sexy Boy” slams through the P.A. System. The man, the myth, the legend...Shawn Michaels comes running onto the stage. He is decked out in white leather pants with a red inner trim. Running down the white part are red crosses signifying Shawn’s faith. And as he spins around we see a broken heart on the buttox, giving his attire a little more flavor. As Shawn spins around, taking in everything around him, the lights shimmer and gleam off the sequins hanging off his entrance vest. Shawn motions for more from the crowd, and they politely increase their volume. The sound of the crowd begins to drive Shawn into a happiness like no other and he begins to make his way down the ramp. Shawn stomps, half way down the ramp, looking from side to side. With a smile on his scruffy bearded face, Shawn spreads one leg out while bending the other at the knee.
In an instant he lowers himself into his “Sexy Boy” pose. And at the right timing to the music, he flexes his muscles, bringing up a glimmering wall of the most beautiful pyros ever displayed. The thundering boom goes off behind him across the stage shaking the very foundation of the jam packed Citrus Bowl. Shawn lowers his arms, the smoke lingering behind him. Shawn lifts up from the pose and continues down the ramp.
Shawn walks around the ring, high-fiving as many fans as possible. Shawn then climbs up the steps and enters the ring. A moment of sheer bliss ensues, as Shawn smiles wide and hard. Shawn spins around in the ring, bringing out more and more applause from the crowd. He then stops dead center of the ring and once again lowers himself into that same pose as before. Just like on the ramp, Shawn flexes his muscles at the right time, bringing pyros across the scaffold above them exploding high into the air. All over the arena, golden shimmering pyros go off letting everyone in the world know that “The Heart Break Kid” Shawn Michaels is in the building.
With all the pyros done, Shawn stands up and unhooks his vest. He slides it off his shoulders and tosses it out of the ring. Shawn then pulls part of his hair back, leaving the rest down. Shawn backs into his corner and lays across the ropes, awaiting his greatest opponent yet.
To the fans surprise, a different tune than they're used to hearing blares throughout the Colliseum like structure. In an extremely fitting manner, the song that started it all will end it. "Medal" blares loud and clear, as Kurt Angle walks out onto the stage. His head hangs low and his straps are down; his gold medal draped amongst his chest. The World Title sits perfectly around his chisled waist, gleaming in all the lights. Kurt stands firm for a few moments, before throwing his arms into the air, pointing at the heavens. Massive Pyrotechnics shoot into the sky, reaching high above the clouds. Kurt lets out a loud battle cry as the fans go absolutely wild. Kurt walks down the long stage at a quick pace, staring into the eyes of Ol' HBK, never breaking his trance. Upon reaching the steps, Kurt reaches down and grabs each strap, before pulling them up and presses them tightly against his chest. Rubbing his World Title, Kurt jogs up the steps quickly and enters the ring...twirling around in circles with his arms extended.
The referee beckons for the belt, and Kurt hands it over quickly, but not before kissing it. Both men proceed to their nuetral corners, as Howard Finkel makes his way to the center of the ring.Finkel: "Introducing first...the challenger! He stands 6 feet 1 inch, and weighed in this morning at 225 pounds. Making his in ring return....he is The Icon, The Main Event, The Showstoppa...The Heart! Break! Kid! Shawn! MICHAELS!!!"The sound of the crowd grows to a deafening level, as Shawn Michaels simply shoots a smirk to his friend that awaits across the squared circle.Finkel: "And now, the Opponent. He stands at 5 feet 10 inches, and weighed in this morning at 245 pounds. He is the only Olympic Gold Medalist in Professional Wrestling History...he is the current reigning World Heavyweight Champion of the last 10 months...he is...KURT! ANGLE!!!!"The fans go into yet another uproar, but Kurt does not budge. He stares a hole right into HBK, who does so right back. Howard Finkel exits the ring, and the referee stands between both men. Both Angle and HBK walk forward, coming face to face...as the ref slowly backs away...ringing the bell, getting this match under way!
Both titans stare each other down, not making a sound. The crowd falls into absolute silence...creating tension that you could cut with a knife. Both men take a few steps back, and Shawn Michaels extends his hand. Kurt Angle extends his own and embraces Shawn's hand, letting their respect shine through. The fans return to that deafening level, when all of a sudden...SWEET CHIN MUSIC! No! Kurt grabs Shawn's leg, and pushes him backwards, planting him right on his ass. Kurt points at his head and smirks, letting Ol' HBK know that he won't fall for any tricks. Shawn quickly jumps to his feet, and the men begin to circle each other.
The two titans lock up, and Shawn quickly turns Angle into a side headlock. Shawn wrenches away, applying as much pressure that he can, but is quickly thwarted away, pushed into the ropes. Shawn sprints back and is met by a hard right shoulder from the champ, sending him down hard to the mat. Angle tries to take advantage of his fallen opponent like vultures on a carcass, swooping right in for the leg. Shawn manages to wiggle and squirm away by the skin of his teeth, backing himself into a corner. He stares at Kurt, who stares back, and Shawn gets to his feet.
Shawn charges forward and both men lock up once more, and Shawn turns into a side headlock yet again. Instead of holding it in, HBK spins around Angle's body, grabbing hold of his right arm, locking in an Arm Bar. Angle tries to wiggle free, but to no avail. After a few moments, Angle uses momentum to roll forward, bringing HBK down to the mat! On the way down Angle grabs Shawn's arm, and locks in an Arm Bar of his own! Kurt bends the arm as far as he can, trying to get his rival to tap out. Shawn manages to fight to his feet slowly, trying to maneuver out of Angle's hold. After a few seconds, HBK does so, and wraps his arms around Angle's mid section.
Angle backs up quickly slams HBK's back into the turnbuckles! Michaels loses his grip, and Angle turns around, nailing him with a huge European Uppercut. Shawn stumbles forward holding his jaw, and Angle catches him up...Overhead Belly to Belly! Shawn slams down onto the mat hard clenching his back, writhing in pain. Angle quickly goes for the pin."One! Two!"Shawn gets the shoulder up and two and a quarter. Kurt wraps his arm around Shawn's neck and his body around Shawn's midsection, locking in a body and head scissors! Shawn fights and fights, trying to wiggle his way out, but this just makes Angle lock in his hold tighter. Michaels manages to grasp Angle's leg, and begins to bend it sideways. Angle screams in agony, letting go of his hold. Shawn quickly crawls and way and gets to his feet, as Angle gets to his own. Both men meet center-ring, now exchanging blows. Shawn goes for a big one, swinging with all his might, but Angle ducks and grasps the waist! German! No! HBK wraps his leg around Angle's to stop the move, and sends a stiff elbow right into Angle's mouth. Blood immediately begins to trickle down Angle's chin, as he releases Shawn and holds his face.
Running forward, Shawn lifts Angle up and slams him into the corner, continuously drilling Angle's midsection with shoulders. Michaels backs up, then runs towards Angle again, who counters with a hard kick to the side of the head. Michaels stumbles back, and Angle rushes forward, taking Shawn down with a sickening clothesline! Angle lifts HBK up by his hair, and nails him with a hard right hand. Michaels answers back with a left, and Angle goes for a hard right. HBK ducks, and Angle misses....and HBK runs back and clotheslines Angle right out of the ring! Both men pull themselves up, and HBK darts towards Angle. But Angle ducks and grabs the waist from behind...GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The sickening thud rings throughout the air, yet the table stands tall.
HBK lays flat on his back, staring at the stars, as Angle hops up onto the apron. Kurt looks back to make sure Shawn hasn't moved, before jumping up onto the ropes, springboarding backwards...MOONSAULT! HBK ROLLS OFF THE TABLE! AND ANGLE CRASHES DOWN! The impact of Kurt's crash landing causes the table to collapse, sending Angle to the floor. HBK rolls into the ring, then slowly rolls back out, restarting the count. Angle is picked up by Shawn, who rolls him into the ring, and immediately goes for the cover."One! Two! Thr..."Angle kicks out! Both men lay on their backs for a moment, and Shawn gets up first. Angle slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, and HBK goes right in for the attack. Shawn pulls Angle off the ropes by his arm, and takes him to the mat hard...CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! Angle goes absolutely crazy, looking for the nearest ropes. HBK pulls back even farther, almost trying to snap Angle's neck. All you can hear throughout the arena is both mens battle cries, as the end looks just about near. Right when Angle is about to tap...he finally reaches a rope! HBK lets go, bringing himself to his feet. He walks to the closest corner...and begins to tune up the band! Angle starts to stumble around a bit, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. He backs up slowly and turns around...
SWEET! CHIN! NO!
Angle ducks under swiftly, and grabs the waist! German Suplex! Angle won't let go! Kurt drags HBK to his feet, and hits another German Suplex! Bringing Shawn to his feet once more, Angle hits another German! Angle finally lets go, as both men fall to the mat. HBK rolls around holding his back, as Angle begins to build momentum. This could be his chance. Angle stands up, and rips his straps down like a madman, letting out a deafening yell. Kurt walks around with his arms extended and his veins popping, screaming for a few seconds. Angle turns around to face his opponent...
SWEET CHIN MUSIC! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!
Angle falls backwards, as limp as a board, crashing to the mat. Shawn stumbles on one leg for a few feet, and simply falls over, landing right next to Angle. If he can just get the arm over, we will have a new champion! Shawn begins to extend his arm, inching it forward with every passing second. He finally manages to throw the arm over, and the ref counts! This is it!"One! Two! Three!"Not quite! Angle gets his shoulder up within a split second of three, and the crowd goes absolutely insane. Shawn rolls over slowly, as Angle tries to sit up slowly, blood spewing from a severe cut on his upper lip. Both men stumble to their feet, leaning against each other for leverage. Kurt throws a right hand, and Shawn throws a left. Both men begin to exchange blows, both seemingly out on their feet. Shawn embraces Kurt in a lock up, but Kurt pushes him back, grabbing his arm quickly. He pulls Michaels back...ANGLE SLAM! ANGLE SLAM! Kurt falls right on top of HBK, and this has got to be over!"ONE! TWO! THRE-OH MY GOD!"How did he do it?! Michaels gets the shoulder up at the last second, and Kurt goes into rage. Kurt bends down and starts stomping, waiting...praying for Michaels to get up. HBK finally does stand up, and Kurt goes for a kick to the gut, but Shawn reverses and throws him down! ANKLE LOCK! Kurt starts to wiggle around, trying to break free of his own hold that has won him so many matches. Kurt manages to grab a rope, but HBK wont let go! Kurt pulls himself up onto one leg using the ropes, and HBK spins him around...SWEET CHIN! NO! Angle ducks...SWEET CHIN MUSIC ONTO MICHAELS! BY GOD, HE JUST LEVELED HIM! Kurt falls right on top of Shawn and hooks both legs as the referee counts..."ONE! TWO! THREE!"Angle wins! Angle retains again! He's done it! And with Michaels own Move! "Medal" begins to blare as Angle gets to his knees, the referee handing him the belt. Angle kisses the belt and holds him tightly to his chest, tears rolling down his face. Fireworks begin to sound off all around the arena and above the ring, as confetti falls from the scaffolding above. HBK sits himself up in the corner, a distraught look upon his face, as Angle walks around the ring celebrating. Angle holds his title high in the air and walks backwards...bumping into the Heart Break Kid.
Both men stare each other down, and Michaels words can just barely be made out, telling Angle that he is the best. Shawn and Kurt embrace in a hug as tears roll down Angle's face. Shawn holds Kurt's hand high in the air, as fireworks continue to go off. Shawn hugs Angle once more before dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring. Michaels heads up the ramp and doesn't look back, as Angle drops to his knees back in the ring. The fireworks stop, and the only thing that can be heard is the crowd chanting."THANK YOU KURT! THANK YOU KURT! THANK YOU KURT! THANK YOU KURT!"Angle mutters under his breath "No, thank you", as tears continue to roll. He begins to stand up slowly, ready to leave the ring, but everyone's eyes open wide, as if they just saw a ghost...The opening riff to a familiar song begins to blare, as everyone watching this event falls into a state of shock."SO I'M COMING HOME!"The lyrics to Alter Bridge's "Coming Home" ring through the ears of everyone in the Citrus Bowl, as a man emerges from the smoke that engulfs the stage. An absolutely stunning sight. Mr. Money in the Bank himself, Joey Leone, stands tall, clad in street clothes, clenching his brief case. Angle drops his title and stares on, as Leone begins to walk down the ramp, a look of sheer intensity in his eyes. Midway to the ring Leone drops his briefcase and begins darting towards the ring, sliding in upon arrival. Angle runs forward but Leone takes him down with a hard spear, nailing him in the head with hard, closed fists. He continues hammering away until a knot forms and splits open, spewing blood from Angle's forehead.
Leone lifts Angle to his knees, and runs his hand across Angle's face, smearing the blood. Leone rips off his Affliction T Shirt, and rubs the blood all over his rock hard chest. He pushes Angle backwards by his head, and he crashes to the mat. Leone looks at what he has done from behind cold eyes, and amongst his scruffy bearded face lies a sadistic smirk. Joey unfastens his belt, and pulls it out of the loops of his jeans, wrapping it around his fist. He pulls Angle back up to his knees, and nails him continuously in his wound with the buckle. Leone pushes Angle backwards into the turnbuckles, and backs up. He runs forward at full speed and kicks Angle right in the side of his face! Angle stumbles forward, and Leone quickly grabs his arms into a straight jacket position...STRAIGHT JACKET LUNG BLOWER!
Angle's limp body glides through the air and crashes hard onto the mat, bouncing slightly from the impact. Leone walks over to the World Title, his eyes locked in a trance. He picks it up, and holds it in both of his hands, as if it were the holy grail itself. He walks back over to Angle, and puts his foot on his chest, sending a cold stare at the referee. Reluctantly, the referee slams his hand against the mat three times...signaling the crowning of a new champion. "Coming Home" blares once more as the crowd stares on in absolute awe...as Joey Leone stands tall, his foot planted firmly on Angle's chest. Joey lets the World Title hang from his hand, draped across the mat, as he stares into the heavens, as the camera fades to black...Copyright ©2008 Saturday Night's Main Event Inc.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on May 26, 2008 23:26:38 GMT -5
Bow down to the Custom Champ!
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Zack Ryder
Mid-Carder
Intercontinental Champion[M:12750]
*Ryder Revolution* (3/4/0)
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Post by Zack Ryder on May 26, 2008 23:36:39 GMT -5
So Magnum, how about that title match. LOL
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The Rock
Mid-Carder
World Tag Team Champions[M:3500]
If You Smmmmmeeeeelllllllll What The Rock n' Sock Is Cooking!
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Post by The Rock on May 26, 2008 23:43:08 GMT -5
Bow Down Bitches, Bow Down!
to your new tag team champions!
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Post by Shelton Benjamin on May 27, 2008 0:04:58 GMT -5
Mr. Money in the Bank 2008!
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Kammy
Main Eventer
[M:500]
What Kammy Wants Kammy Gets!
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Post by Kammy on May 27, 2008 0:47:37 GMT -5
Congrats Shelton, I knew you'd be a keeper. Also congrats to my buddy Danielson on finally being IC Champ. Too bad I won't be able to face you for it lol.
And Leone as champ? As much as he deserves it, isn't he gone with Angle too? or is he sticking around to roleplay as Leone?
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Post by Shelton Benjamin on May 27, 2008 1:03:52 GMT -5
Joey tricked us into thinking he was done for good but Leone is here and our new SNME World Champion
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on May 27, 2008 6:54:29 GMT -5
Wrestlefest was complete an utter awesomeness. I read the whole thing from beginning to end and was entertained throughout the whole thing.
This show gets a 5/5 for me. Great segmants and even better matches.
I guess I can always win the RiTJ
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Post by majestic on May 27, 2008 8:45:04 GMT -5
Well done on the results, very thorough and full of quality. Results can take a long time, lot of people take them for granted, so to put something like that up is a very good effort as it's not easy. The matches are a good read, better than most I've seen.
Thumbs up.
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Chris Jericho
Curtain Jerker
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Post by Chris Jericho on May 27, 2008 13:39:03 GMT -5
JOEY FUCKING LEONEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Hahaha good show guys.
For all of you that doubted me, and said I didn't have it.
FUCK YOU
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Post by "American Dragon" on May 27, 2008 16:25:13 GMT -5
I am now a three time SNME champion, and your current Intercontinental champion. Never thought I would be this good when I first started out small last year with Foley.
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Post by "The Hellman" G Stone on May 27, 2008 16:54:26 GMT -5
Damn! I lost...But as I usually say you win some, you lose some. Now llet's get focus on King of The Jungle competition.
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Post by traci on May 28, 2008 6:35:53 GMT -5
cani have a match against miss kammy(but as candice because i'm changing)
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Post by Shelton Benjamin on May 28, 2008 10:16:45 GMT -5
Kammy is retired
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Post by jcolon123 on May 28, 2008 10:43:14 GMT -5
Damn, What a Show. I had to return to see results for WF. Congrats to everyone that was the greatest SNME show of all time!!!
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Kammy
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Post by Kammy on May 28, 2008 22:29:41 GMT -5
Haha aww, I was just challenged. I feel special now.
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