Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 16, 2011 1:58:23 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event!
LIVE! From The Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!
5/14/11!
The Saturday Night's Main Event logo slowly wipes across the screen. An upbeat guitar suddenly perks up our ears, grasping the attention of millions around the world. The song suddenly picks up, as the rest of the band joins in. With the sound of "Saturday Night" by Nickelback and Kid Rock blaring through our ears, a montage of the greatest moments in Saturday Night's Main Event history begins to play. As the chorus kicks in, the screen shatters into millions of tiny pieces. We are suddenly sent into the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pynnsylvania! The thousands of fans in attendance begin to go wild, as lights begin to flash upon the stage. The camera pans throughout the crowd catching them in their moment of excitement and pure adrenaline. We switch cameras, looking on at the stage. The guitar comes in with a solo, as the lights slightly dim. The song slowly rises in volume, as a massive explosion of pyrotechnics shoots off. The stage is completely lit up, and the energy in the building is absolutely amazing. We quickly cut over to Joey Styles and Austin Owens, who bring us the introduction...
Styles: Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event! Man... Does it feel great to say that again!
Owens: You've got that right! I'm just glad to have a job, haha!
Styles: Well folks, once again we are coming at you live with Saturday Night's Main Event in Philadelhpia, Pennsylvania! And what a night we have scheduled! We're not only going to see some of your favorite SNME Originals, but we're also going to see some new faces around here. Shawn Michaels and his staff did a heck of a job recruiting the top talent all over the world!
Owens: Joey, let's not keep 'em waiting any longer. Let's get this show on the road!
As drums begin to pound through the Wachovia Center, the fans begin to roar with excitement! "Sexy Boy" blazes throughout the arena, as the lights dim. With red and white lights flashing across the stage, the curtain is slung wide open.
Styles: Here he comes, ladies and gentlemen! The owner of Saturday Night's Main Event... Shawn Michaels!
Standing before the thousands of people gathered in the arena, Shawn Michaels grins as wide as ever. With a tip of his cowboy hat to the crowd, Shawn prances his way out onto the stage. He goes from one side to the other, motioning for more noise. As the roar of the crowd grows even louder than before, Shawn dances his way down the ramp, excited as ever. As he reaches the end of the ramp he pauses. As he looks around with a smile on his face, he drops to his knees. He brings his hands together, saying a quick prayer. He quickly jolts his face to the sky and raises his hands into the heavens. A wall of sparkling, red fireworks explodes behind him, rumbling the very foundation of the Wachovia Center. As the smoke lingers behind him, Shawn rises to his feet. He quickly makes his way around the ring, reaching out to many of the fans that extend their hands. He quickly leaps up onto the apron and ducks under the top rope. As he enters the ring, he spins around quickly, taking in his environment... His home. Shawn motions for a microphone, and one is handed to him from a member of the ring crew. As his music begins to fade out, he stands center ring, the microphone to his mouth. With the crowd buzzing, Shawn speaks...
Shawn: We're baaaaaaaaack!
The crowd suddenly explodes with cheers, nearly tearing the roof from the building.
Shawn: Excited, huh? Yeah, me too! You know, this day couldn't have come any sooner. The anticipation for this very day has been eating away at me, an finally... FINALLY! .....it's here.
The crowd pops once more, bringing an even wider smile across Shawn's face.
Shawn: You know, I was gonna come out here and give you guys a sappy speech, but I don't know if I want to do that anymore. I'm mean... Just feel the energy in this place! Just close your eyes. Take a deep breath. And feel... Feel the excitement! Feel the buzz! Do ya' feel it? Because I sure do, and I cannot wait to get this show started! But before we get to that, I want to answer everyone's question, "Why?" A lot of people have been asking me why I decided to bring this place back. Well, to be honest... I need this place. Without this place, I feel empty. Sure, I enjoyed spending my time with my family, but my family isn't what made me the man I am. This place is. So as I sat at home, I started to get that itch again. You know what I mean? I started getting that itch to get back into wrestling, and I knew I had to scratch that itch, or it would drive me insane for the rest of my life. So... I made a few calls. I got in touch with the network, and they said they would love to have us back on the air. And here we are... We're live in Philadephia! And man... What a show do I have in line for you guys! So... Let's say we get this thing on the roa-
As Shawn Michaels is in the middle of making his first address to the SNME fanbase around the world, the all to familiar tune interupts the Showstopper. Fans can already be heard booing as the former World Heavyweight Champion, "The Gold Standard" Shelton Benjamin, makes his way through the curtain and onto the staging area. Shelton wears a fine deep grey Armani suit as well as his usual dark black shades covering his eyes. Shelton also wears upon his face his usual arrogant grin flashing his almost beaming white teeth. Shelton looks out to the crowd he once performed each and every night for when he was on his rise in SNME as he makes his way to the ring, entering through the ropes and immediately requesting a microphone from the one of the ringside workers. Shelton is soon after granted his microphone, as he now turns to the man who started it all, still maintaining that same grin as he speaks.
Shelton Benjamin: Well, here he is... The man who started it all, ladies and gentlemen, "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels!
Fans cheer Shawn's name, as Shelton pauses and listens to the crowd. He does not look to be upset about the cheering, but rather keeps his smile, nodding his head and continuing.
Shelton Benjamin: Now Shawn, I know. I know you have a lot to get off your chest right now, what with you just now finally reopening Saturday Night's Main Event for the first time in years... But I have the duty of playing spoiler to your big come back party...
The crowd boos, roaring their dissapproval of the supercilious Shelton Benjamin. Shelton chuckles a little to himself, as he hears the reaction before continuing.
Shelton Benjamin: See, you're out here talking about what all YOU did for the fans, all YOU gave for the fans, all YOU sacrificed to bring back Saturday Night's Main Event... But I think you're forgetting something... Something big... Something Shawn hasn't told all of you people is that Shawn brought back the most powerful wrestling company on the plant while he was flat broke!
The crowd is shocked and somewhat confused by the announcement of The Gold Standard. Shelton continues his wickedly devilish smile as he continues.
Shelton Benjamin: Yeah... The "Has Been Kid" here probably doesn't even have enough money to buy a ticket for admission here tonight... Well, at least he didn't before accepting some very critical financial assistance... Some assistance from someone who knows him very, very well...
As Shelton continues what must be his ground shaking announcement that has been rumored amongst fans since SNME's reopening, Shawn Michaels raises his mic to his mouth, interupting Shelton.
Shawn: Alright... Alright Shelton, I got it... You wanted to come out here and interupt me so you could announce to all these fans that you're the one who aided me with the finances for SNME and therefore, due to the contractual agreement I signed, you're going to now be 50% owner of Saturday Night's Main Event. Right? Oops... Did I just ruin your little bombshell?
The crowd is stunned, as Shawn makes his confession, seemingly beating the Gold Standard to the punch. It almost seems as if the arena is quaking with boos from the crowd in attendance, as they begin to soak in the idea of having a co-owner as arrogant as Shelton Benjamin... However, Shelton only laughs in return... HBK looks somewhat confused now as he sees Shelton's reaction to having his announcement ruined by Shawn Michaels. Shelton now regains his demeanor a bit as he responds to Shawn.
Shelton Benjamin: You really did fall for it hook, line, and sinker, didn't you? Shawn, I did bring the contract that gave 50% ownership to your financial backer... But I wasn't the one with the money bags. Hell, I wouldn't spend my money on a place for these fans... No, no, no, Shawn... See, I was just the guy bringing by the contract. The one financing... The one who is now 50% owner of Saturday Night's Main Event... Is my boss...
Shawn gains a twisted look on his face as he is visibly confused by the statements from the Gold Standard and just as we prepare ourselves to ask...
Shawn Michaels looks on, mouth gaped in complete shock, as is the rest of the SNME audience in attendance as "Here Comes The Money" by Naughty by Nature begins to blare throughout the P.A. System, and "Shane O' Mac" Shane McMahon bursts onto the SNME staging area with his signature dance. Shane is adorned in an equally sharp Armani suit, similiar to Shelton's, however his is black. Shawn looks to be in disbelief as the son of his former arch rival makes his way to the ringside area, scaling the steps and entering through the ropes, approaching Shelton Benjamin and grasping his hand for a strong handshake. Shelton hands his now assumed boss the microphone as Shane's music dies down. Shane looks at Michaels, soaking in the shocked expression on his face for a few moments before finally speaking for the crowd to hear.
Shane McMahon: What's the matter, Shawn? Shocked to see me? I mean, it was outlined in the contract that Shane O' Industries would be providing the financial services for the company as well as attaining 50% ownership... But I guess I'm not surprised though to be completely honest. I mean, I didn't really expect you to read the contract anyway. It's just not "fun," is it, Shawn? That's exactly why I sent Shelton here to bring you the contract... I knew all you'd have to do was see a familiar face and nostaglia, and mistrust would do the rest. So now ,Shawn, Shane O' Industries owns half of Saturday Night's Main Event! And I have full and equal authoritive power to you "HBK"... And do you know what I'm gonna do with my powers Shawn? I'm gonna use them to make your life a living hell! Just like you did for my father after you embarrassed and humiliated him in your match at Center Stage... My father is a proud, powerful, and honorable man and you showed him no mercy! So that's exactly what I'm going to do to you from now on!
It sounds as though a deep thunder is within the arena as the crowd boos the CEO of Shane O' Industries and now 50% owner of SNME as he continues his address.
Shane McMahon: As for my first actions? The Saturday Night's Main Event commentary team is well... Pretty stale if you ask me... And my Vice President, Mr. Benjamin here has plenty of quality experience as a color commentator... So I'm going to officially name Shelton Benjamin as not only the Vice President of Shane O' Industries... But now the newest addition to the Saturday Night's Main Event broadcast team!
Shelton smiles and garners a fake shocked look before laughing with Shane and requesting the microphone so that he may make a statement.
Shelton Benjamin: Now of course, my time is going to have to be split between being the new Voice of SNME as well as assisting Mr. McMahon with both business and running this show... So you people... Joey Styles... and Austin Owens... Had better all learn to appreciate me when I am out here!
The crowd continues its boos as Shelton hands the microphone back to Shane, allowing Shane to speak once more.
Shane McMahon: Well Shawn, it's been nice getting to finally have our little face to face here, but I'm a busy man, and I have a show to run... Oh yeah and Shawn, I have two words for ya... Later partner...
Shane McMahon drops the microphone and exits the ring with Shelton as his music begins to play once more. Michaels still appears to be stunned, unable to believe what has just happened to begin the show and this newest age of Saturday Night's Main Event as we fade into our first commercial break.
As Saturday Night's Main Event returns from yet another commercial break we find ourselves backstage of the SNME arena. Before us stands the newly revealed Vice President of Shane O' Industries, Shelton Benjamin. Shelton appears to be having a discussion with one of the backstage officials before we suddenly hear a deep almost sensual inhaling. Shelton stops in his conversation mid-sentence, turning to find the source only to find the "Prince of Perversion" Goldust, standing before him. Goldust's hands are raising up his body from his loins to his chest as his inhales before abrublty biting out casuing Shelton to jump back.
Goldust: Shelton... I have been looking to find you for so long but have always been one step behind... And now... We are finally face to face...
Shelton looks to be a bit wierded out by the man before him with golden paint upon his face, before finally shaking his head, realizing he's not intimidated by The Bizarre One.
Shelton Benjamin: What the hell? Who the hell? What are you supposed to be? You said you've been following me around? You tryin to start something because I may have retired, but I can still handle my business if you-
Goldust: Shelton, Shelton... You don't understand. I don't wanna fight you... I want to team with you...
Shelton gains a look of shock on his face before following it is a look of disgust as Goldust further tries to explain.
Goldust: Hey come on, man... Think about it... The Gold Standard and *deep inhale* Goldust... This is bigger than me, Shelton, bigger than you... This is destiny, Shelton. Don't you see? It's our fate to be joined together as *deep inhale* The World's Goldest Tag Team...
Shelton blinks his eyes almost as if he hopes to make Goldust disappear with doing so before scratching his head and responding.
Shelton Benjamin: Man, you sick gold freak I would rather quit my job and go live at home havin' to rub my momma's bunions than ever team with you! Look, I'm retired after a succesful career, the Vice President of Shane O' Industries, the newest and greatest addition to the ringside commentary team... Why would I come out of retirement to lower myself to teaming with a loser like you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to now go take my seat at the ringside area and begin my first night as an SNME broadcaster.
Shelton begins to walk away as Goldust watches him leave with with a somewhat hurt expression as he calls back out.
Goldust: Hey wait Shelton! Come on! I told you this is bigger than us man! It's our destiny... you'll see!
Joey Styles: Oh dear Lord somebody tell Shelton it's not necessary for him to come out here. It's bad enough Mr. Michaels lets you sit out here every week, now Shane McMahon adds a guy like Shelton Benjamin to the team...
Austin Owens: Hey watch it Joey, just because it's not in my job description to give you a chin check doesn't mean I won't do it! And I'm glad to see The Gold Standard on his way out here, he needs to get away from that freak anyway.
As Shelton disappears around the corner, Goldust looks disappointed. He then walks off camera, as SNME cuts to commercial.
As SNME returns from commercial, the camera focuses on the ring, where Santino Marella paces back and frouth, doing his signature victory taunt to the crowd.
Styles: Well folks, as you can see Santino Marella has come down to the ring during commercial break. I'm being told he has a huge match up next, and it could possibly be the biggest of his career.
Santino asks for a microphone, as he wants to speak to the people here tonight and those watching from home.
Santino: Ladies and gentleman, I am Santino Marella! And as you all know, I am the greatest champion ever to be in the SNME! That's right! You see, I represented the greatest division of all here in'a SNME. The Custard Division! Santino Marella is... The Great One!
Santino's eyes grow with shock, as the Rock's music blares through the arena. With the fans roaring in cheers, the Rock slings open the curtain and steps out onto the stage. Wearing an SNME t-shirt and track pants, the Rock looks dressed to give an ass-whooping. Through his dark sunglasses, the Rock glances around at the sold out arena, taking in his environment. The Rock makes his way down the ramp and quickly jogs up the stairs. He ducks under the top rope and enters the ring. With the spotlight shining down on him he climbs to turnbuckle. Rock raises his arm high and takes in a good wiff of air. He looks around at the crowd, as flashes go off from all around. As Rock climbs down, his music fades out, and he is standing there staring down the supposed newly claimed Great One. Without a doubt, Rock snatches Santino's microphone and brings it to his mouth.
Rock: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... FINALLY!!! Finally, the Rock HAS COME BACK to Saturday Night's Main Event! Now, I'm sitting in the back talking to the boys. We're sharing a bunch of stories from the good 'ol days of SNME, and what do I hear... This roody poo, candy ass jabroni is calling himself the Great One! Woah, woah, woah, Santino! No one! And the Rock means NO ONE holds that title except for me! The most electrifying man in all sports entertainment! The pie eating, jabroni beating, eyebrow raising, whoop you ass all the way to the Liberty Bell and back... The Rock! You got that?
Santino: Well Rocky Balboa, to be honest...
Rock IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU GOT THAT!!! The only thing that matters is that in just a minute the Rock is gonna lay the SmackDown all over that candy ass. You got that?
Santino: Well Rocky and Bullwinkle, I-I...
Rock: KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Santino: B-b-but you asked me a question.
Rock: Santino, I want you to do something for me. Does anyone have a mirror or something? Anyone?
A girl in the front row tosses Rock a small make-up mirror. The Rock opens the mirror and looks into it. He smiles and nods, taking notice to his own good looks.
Rock: I want you to look into this mirror. Come on. Get closer. Take a good hard look. Do you see it? Look right between your eyes? Do you see that unibrow?
Santino: Yes, all the ladies love my unibrow. It is to die for, haha.
Rock: I'm so sick of looking at that damn unibrow! I'm gonna wax that damn thing right off your head, turn that sumbitch sideways and stick it straight up your candy a-
An eerily familiar music suddenly interrupts what is going on, catching everyone's attention. As Rock and Santino look on, "The Game" Triple H emerges from the curtain. As green strobe lights flash all around him, the crowd goes insane, as they have not seen him in who knows how long. Wearing jeans and his signature leather jacket with a blue jean vest over it, Triple H stands before the crowd. As he looks down to the ring at Rock and Santino, he smirks. He then pulls his hand out from behid his back, revealing his favorite toy... a sledgehammer. Triple H quickly makes his way down to the ring, as Rock and Santino prepare for the worst. Triple H slides in. Rock shoves Santino in the way, as Triple H drills him in the stomach with the sledgehammer!!! Santino crumbles to the ground, as Triple H looks on at the Rock. Rock runs at him... Triple H drops the hammer... Spine buster! Triple H stands up, doing his taunt. With the crowd cheering and booing, Triple H pulls Santino up. He shoves his head between his legs. Hunter looks around. He points to himself, telling the world that he is back. He hooks Santino's arms... Pedigree!!! As Santino lays lifeless on the mat, Triple H pulls Rock up. He kicks him in the gut. He sets him up... He hooks his arms... PEDIGREE!!! Triple H sits on his knees on the ring mat, looking down at an unconscious Rock. He slowly stands up, looking around at the carnage he has caused. He then goes to the corner, where he climbs to the middle turnbuckle.
As his music blares through the arena once more, Triple H poses! He then points to himself, telling the world of wrestling that the "Cerebral Assassin" is back home.
Zack Ryder makes his way from the back with his bright colored ring jacket and his one-legged tights. Long Island Iced Z runs his hand up his gelled hair and points at his "Woo Woo Woo" headband as he climbs into the ring and waits for his opponents.
The Million Dollar Miscrient makes his way to the ring with in a golden ring jacket with green and gold tights. Ted taunts the fans on his way to the ring and laughs at Ryder as he climbs in to join his opponent.
John Morrison makes his way from the back in his black and gray fur coat with his signature slow motion entrance with his rainbow colored pyro exploding behind him. John walks down the isle and gives his signature sunglasses to a child at ringside before joining the other two in the ring.
The Miz makes his way from the back to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Miz is wearing his black leather duster with his gold and white trunks. Miz laughs at the men in the ring with his cocky grin as he walks the isle and climbs into the ring.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
DiBiase, Morrison, Miz, and Ryder all look intense as they are set to decide the new Intercontinental Champion. Miz, DiBiase, and Morrison lock eyes and begin to trash talk each other leaving Ryder out of the equation. Zack tries to interject himself into the situation, but instead is ignored by his opponents. Ryder pushes both men and demands they focus on him… and they do! All three turn their attention on Ryder and begin to pound away at Long Island Iced Z. They pick him up and toss him into the ropes, before back body dropping him hard to the outside of the ring. With Ryder on the outside DiBiase drops down to go after him leaving Miz and Morrison in the ring. DiBiase hammers away at Ryder on the outside while Miz turns to face Morrison only to be caught with a springboard flash kick from Morrison. Morrison covers!
"1! 2! No!"
Miz kicks out and Morrison wastes little time, going right back to work on Miz and locking him in a rear chin lock. John begins to wear down Miz until DiBiase slides in and breaks up the hold. DiBiase kicks Morrison and turns his attention to Miz. DiBiase hits a huge fist drop on Miz. DiBiase gets to his feet and is rolled up by Morrison!
"1! No!"
DiBiase kicks out at the count of 1 and reverses into a roll up of his own!
"1! 2! No!"
Miz breaks up the count! DiBiase is furious and charges at Miz only to be caught with a backbreaker into a neckbreaker. Miz covers!
"1! 2! 3-No!"
Miz looks frustrated and is demanding that the referee count faster and is simply told the ref is doing his job. Ryder has made it to his feet on the outside and Morrison ducks his head under the top rope to grab hold of Ryder only to be caught with a huge chair shot by Rdyer! Morrison wobbles in the ring as the referee never saw the shot. Ryder joins him inside, he charges to the ropes and drills Morrsion with a Ruff Ryder leg lariat. Morrison hits the mat hard as Ryder does his signature taunt. Zack stands up and gets caught from behind with the Skull Crushing Finale! Miz covers!
"1! 2! NO!"
DiBiase breaks up the fall! DiBiase quickly rolls up Miz!
"1! 2!"
Morrison looks to break up the fall with Starship Pain, but DiBiase rolls out of the way at the last second leaving Miz to take the blow. Morrison staggers to his feet and DiBiase drills him with Dream Street! Ted goes for the cover, but is grabbed from behind and thrown out of the ring! Ryder covers Morrison!
"1! 2! 3!"
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and NEW Intercontinental Champion...... Zackkkk Ryyyyderrrr!
Ryder looks to be shocked and ecstatic as he is awarded his new Intercontinental Championship however Ted Dibiase quickly re-enters the ring and begins to argue with leader of the Zack Pack. Dibiase looks to be upset with the means Ryder used to win the championship as the two begin trading words before both are blincsided by a monsterous animal known simply as Brock Lesner! Brock Lesner just took out both men with a single blow from his mighty arms. Behind Brock is his new manager Felipe "The Truth" Coronel who barks out orders to his savage beast. Following instructions Brock picks up Dibiase and hits a huge F5! Brock looks down at his own carnage and sees Ryder getting up... The Truth orders Brock to show no mercy as he grabs hold of Ryder, hoisting him onto his shoulder and F5ing him onto the unconcious Dibiase. Both men lay broken and bruised as Brock sees the Intercontinental Championship, picking it up and staring into it with an intense look in his eyes. Coronel demands a microphone and is hastily complied with his request.
Felipe "The Truth" Coronel: You see that? You see what my Enforcer of Truth is capable of? He destroyed that loud mouth Kennedy earlier for a second time and now he wants what is his... The SNME Intercontinental Championship! So you p*ssy *ss n*gga can argue all you want, but at Rumble in the Jungle... This beast will come to the wild and take what is his! And with championship gold on the side of the Liberation Front we will spread our message louder and for all to hear! Viva La Revoltion!
With that The Truth drops his microphone as his hateful and violent music surges through the arena once more as Brock can be seen standing over the two broken men before him raising the Intercontinental Championship high as SNME goes back to another commercial break.
As SNME continues on we find ourselves in the ring wherein stands a new face to Saturday Night's Main Event as Justin Roberts can be heard announcing.
Justin Robert: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome Alberto Del Rio's personel ring announcer, Riccardo Rodriguez...
Riccardo slowly swaggers forward with an arrogant grin as Alberto Del Rio's music begins to flood the arena.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Damas y caballeros, este hombre ha venido a tomar control de esta empresa, pero hoy, ha venido a acabar con Matt Sydal. El es la esencia de la excelencia, Y EL ORGULLO DE MEXICOOOOOOOOOO. EL ES ALBERTOOOOOOOO DEEEEEEEL RIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!
As Riccardo finishes his spanish statements we see a man driving onto the SNME staging area in a brand new 2012 Bentley, honking the horn all the while as he appears. As he gets to the top of the staging area he stops the car. The man opens the door, emerging with a beaming smile as one of SNME's newest aquisitions, Alberto Del Rio makes his way to the ring for his debut wrestling appearance.
Shelton Benjamin: Now this is a man Shane and myself can be credited for spotting out, a true aristocrat, a man of Mexican heritage and ferocity! Alberto Del Rio, quite possibly the next break out star from the SNME, and more specifically Shane O' Industries, new talent annitiative.
Joey Styles: Oh will you stop that! Shelton you and Shane weren't the one's to discover Alberto Del Rio, Shawn Michaels was the one who contacted him and hired Alberto Del Rio while he was working in Mexico.
Austin Owens: Joey what are you deaf? Shelton himself said that Shawn Michaels was broke before Shane McMahon started covering the bill... Who do you think really scouted out Del Rio?
Shelton Benjamin: Thank you Austin... It's good to see someone out here has at least half a brain.
Joey Styles: Ha ha... You guys can say what you want but Shawn Michaels is the one who laid it all on the line to build this company so excuse me for giving credit to the SNME founder.
Del Rio gets into the ring and begins to request a microphone, however before he can...
Birsting throughout the P.A. System is "Born To Fly" by Axeman as Matt Sydal makes his way onto the SNME staging area to a roaring ovation. Thousands of fans stand to cheer for the former SNME and SLW Tag Team Champion as he comes onto the staging area, full of excitement and energy as always. Sydal charges into the ring, sliding in and staring down Alberto Del Rio as Riccardo Rodriguez attempts to give him a last minute massage. Sydal turns around to remove his vest and is automatically attacked from behind by Del Rio causing the match to start.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Del Rio begins to hammer Sydal til his is on the ground and then immediately begins stomping away at him, in specfic, the region of his left arm. Del Rio takes a brief pause to look out to the crowd, taunting his downed opponent by showing a lack of focus towards him. However Sydal takes advantage and Del Rio turns around only to recieve a high roundhouse kick to his head. Del Rio slumps onto the mat and Matt Sydal covers!
1.....2.......NO!
Del Rio manages to kick out of the pin attempt, raising his shoulder at the last second. Sydal looks on at Del Rio who holds his temple in agony after the thunderous kick he just recieved. Sydal sees is chance to end it quick and exits the ropes onto the apron, quickly scaling to ropes to the top turnbuckle and standing tall from up top. The crowd roars in approval as Matt makes his death defying leap with his signature Shooting Star Press! NO! Dell Rio moves! At the last second Alberto Del Rio was able to roll out of the way from the shooting star, causing Sydal to land body first onto the mat! Bourne holds his ribs in agony as he attempts to stand up and recover, however Alberto Del Rio comes beside him, grabbing his arm and setting him up for his side flip, followed by the signature Cross Armbreaker! Alberto Del Rio pulls and wrenches away at the SNME Originals arm, hyper extending his elbow in a sick and twisted fashion. Matt Sydal tries his best to hold out but there's nowhere to go so he begins to tap outn calling for the end of the match.
Riccardo Rodriguez: Damas y caballeros here is your winner.... ALBERTO DELLLLL RRRRIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Riccardo Rodriguez announces the match outcome however Del Rio refuses to relinquish his hold on Matt Sydal as the referee tries to pull him off.
Joey Styles: Oh come on! Someone stop him! Someone stop Alberto Del Rio before he breaks Matt Sydal's arm!
Shelton Benjamin: Oh yeah this is what I like to see! Alberto Del Rio is making an impact by any means necessary!
Austin Owens: Oh God! Look at the angle of Sydal's arm! He's gonna break it!
Del Rio looks like a man possessed as he wrenches and pulls away at the arm of Matt Sydal as now multiple referee and stage hands are trying to pull him off of Sydal. Suddenly Sydals arm pops back further than any arm ever should and we hear a loud snapping sounbd as Matt's screams grow ten fold louder than what they were before and Alberto Del Rio releases the hold. Del Rio is immediately pulled away by SNME officials andn is brought into the corner where he stares with a sadistic look at the helpless Matt Sydal who grasps at his elbow, writhing in sheer pain as Satruday Night's Main Event cuts into a commercial break.
"Metalingus" by Alter Bridge smashes over the PA system as the stage is engulfed in a thick white smoke. The fans look on, astonished, as “The Rated R Superstar” himself, Edge, steps through the smoke. Edge throws his arms up, making the rock horns with his hands before pacing down the ramp. He dives under the bottom rope and arches his back in the ring before jumping up and mounting the turnbuckle, where he throws his arms up and makes horns with his hands again. Edge jumps off the turnbuckle, grabs a microphone and walks to the center of the ring.
Edge: Now I know... I know it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Going on three years now, is it? Back in my original run in SNME, I didn’t exactly play by the rules. I had my own set of rules. When I said I would do anything and everything to win, you believed me, because I would literally do anything to secure myself a victory, disregarding the rules. Disrespecting my opponents, but more importantly, disrespecting you; the SNME fans. So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to say - I’m sorry.
The fans applaud Edge’s newfound mindset and sign of respect.
Edge: I was so oblivious to the fact that without YOU, there’d be no SNME. There’d be no championships, no accomplishments... there’d be no Edge. It wasn’t until an old friend made it all clear to me. He said Edge, this isn’t you. This isn’t what we dreamed of. This man and I, we grew up together. We shared our dreams together... we followed our dreams together... and together we went onto accomplish those dreams and became one of the best damn tag teams this business has ever seen. You all know him... and if you don’t, fret not, for without further adieu, I give you the second half of E&C, my brother, my best friend... CHRISTIAN!
As Christian’s music blasts over the speakers, the fans jump to their feet. Christian steps out into the light of the arena and shields his eyes as he looks out at his peeps. He slaps his chest and points to Edge in the ring and gives him a big ‘ol smile, which Edge returns. Christian makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans before running up the steel steps and joining Edge in the ring. Christian jumps on the turnbuckle and again looks out at the thousands of fans in the Wachovia Center. He smirks and spins off. Edge wraps his arms around Christian as the two share a reuniting hug in the ring. They break it off and Edge hands a microphone to Christian.
Christian: Oh damn! Did you see me walking down the ramp Edge? I looked sexy, and you know it. On another note, it feels good to be back in a wrestling ring again, especially with my best friend here! See, when we broke up a few years ago, I didn't realize how it would effect our friendship and how it would effect you fans! I was stupid and honestly, jealous of what you accomplished Edge. I smacked you with that chair, and then broke the King of the Ring trophy right over your head. I just want to say, I'm sorry. But thats in the past now and E&C is back baby, and better than ever! Christian is here to stay this time!
The fans explode for Edge and Christian. The two share a look.
Christian: What do you say, buddy, for old times sake?
Edge seems to know exactly what Christian is referring to and interprets the message immediately. They set themselves up in the center of the ring.[/b]
Edge: You all know how this ones goes... for the benefits of those with flash photography!
The fans eat it up the classic antics of Edge and Christian.
Edge: We call this one... wait, what name did we decide on?
Confusion stirs between Edge and Christian, they shrug.
Christian: Just enjoy it.
After a brief pause to build suspense, Edge and Christian turn and deliver a humorous pose as thousands of flashing lights go off all around the arena. E&C share a laugh with their fans.[/b]
Edge: SNME stand ready, keep your guard up, don’t go out after midnight cause by golly E&C are back and they are better than EVER. And you better believe that there’s one task on our mind. Becoming the SNME Tag Team Champions!
Christian: ‘Cause THAT’S... how WE roll!
A mash-up of Edge & Christian’s theme picks up as the Canadian duo retreat to separate corners of the ring and do their individual taunts. They meet again in the center of the ring where they share another celebratory hug, celebrating the reunion and a new chapter in the tale of E&C as SNME fades to commercials.
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Big Sam Talbot emerges from the back wearing black tights with matching black sunglasses. Talbot is getting slammed with boos as he makes his way to the ring with a smirk on his face. He climbs into the ring and soaks in the boos before being interupted by a familiar tune.
The crowd erupts in cheers for the former Intercontinental Champion as Johnny Magnum makes his way from the back with his signature swagger and his white leather jacket. He makes his way to the ring slapping hands with the SNME faithful before climbing in to face his opponent.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The two men stare each other down as they circle each other. Talbot hits the ropes only to be met by a clothesline from Magnum to the outside. Johnny hits the ropes and flies to the outside with a huge suicide dive on Sam. Magnum brings Sam to his feet. Tablot reverses and slams Johnny's head on the apron and then rolls him into the ring. Talbot climbs onto the apron and goes up top for a double axe handle. Johnny hits the ropes, crotching Talbot! Magnum climbs the top turnbuckle synches him up and drills him with the Revolver from the top rope! Johnny covers!
"1! 2! Foot on the ropes!"
Magnum is furious, but hops up quickly and pulls Sam to his feet. Johnny fires him into the ropes, but Talbot reverses and sends Magnum into the corner, following up with a huge boot to the face! The crowd boos as Talbot picks up Magnum. Talbot follows up with a flurry of closed fists! Magnum staggers back as Talbot hits the ropes and drills Magnum with a jawbreaker lariat! Sam covers!
“1! 2! Kick out!”
Talbot quickly goes to work on Johnny's head, with a huge knee drop! With Magnum down, Talbot begins to taunt the crowd. Johnny begins to stir. Johnny kips up! Johnny begins to turn things around with a series of lefts and rights! Magnum hammers away at Talbot and kicks him down to the mat. Johnny drags Sam over to the bottom rope and begins to choke Talbot. Magnum charges the ropes, but is met with a spear into a cover!
"1! 2! 3-No!"
Magnum barely kicks out, and the crowd is cheering loudly. Talbot pulls Magnum to his feet and follows up with a kick to the mid-section. He goes for the Silver Bullet!… Johnny reverses, Sam spins out... Magnum receives a boot to the gut and Talbot gets him up for the Silver Bullet, but Johnny slips behind him! Magnum spins him around and GUNSHOT! Johnny hit THE GUNSHOT! He covers!
"1! 2! 3!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Johnny Magnum!
As Magnum's music blares through the arena, the referee raises his hand, showing the world that he is victorious.
We come back to inside the arena and see that the ring is surrounded by weapons. There are street signs, chairs, tables, ladders, buggies, metal pipes, cheese graders; everything you can possibly think of.
“Turn Up The Trouble” by Jim Johnston blazes through the arena. Mr. Kennedy steps out on to the stage and the crowd begins to cheer for the newly returned veteran. He walks down the ramp with a hard step. He runs up the steps and steps into the middle of the ring. The lights go dim, as Kennedy raises his right hand up high in the air. As a spotlight shines down on him, a microphone drops from the rafters.
Ken Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen, I am BACK!. In the ring, a former SNME World Heavyweight Champion, 2X Intercontinental Champion, and a former 2X Custom Champion. Weighing in at 244 lbs. and standing 6’2”.......MISTERRRRRRRRR KENNEDY!!!
Kennedy walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. He points his finger around the arena.
Ken Kennedy: ……KENNEDY!!!!!!!
He drops down from the turnbuckle and throws the mic behind him. Justin Roberts gets in the ring, as Kennedy awaits his opponent.
“Next Big Thing” blazes over the PA system as the crowd begins to boo. The boos get even louder when Brock Lesnar steps out on to the stage. He lowers his head and flexes his muscles a little bit before continuing down the ramp.
Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 265 lbs. and standing 6’2”, Brock Lesnar!
Brock throws his hands up and walks down the ramp, staring Mr. Kennedy dead in the eyes. Brock reaches the ring apron and stops. Lesnar jumps up on to the ring apron, and fireworks explode from the turnbuckles. Kennedy doesn’t flinch. Brock steps in the ring and goes nose to nose with Kennedy before the referee breaks them up. They each go to one turnbuckle and the ref signals for the bell.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The match begins with Kennedy running at Brock trying for a clothesline. He connects, but it doesn’t budge Lesnar. He tries it again, and again he fails. This time he runs at Brock and gets hit with a hard spinebuster. Kennedy hit’s the ground hard, and he lays motionless on the mat. Brock goes outside of the ring and already begins to bring weapons in to this match. He grabs a table and goes to slide it in the ring, but Kennedy runs and hit’s a baseball slide on the table ricocheting it off of Brock’s head. Lesnar goes flying back and hit’s the ramp. He stumbles up to his feet, but he is caught off guard by a flying Mr. Kennedy. Kennedy comes over the ropes, cross bodying Lesnar to the floor. Kennedy is not holding anything back, as the referee begins to count.
"1! 2!"
Brock tosses Kennedy off of him with brute force. He gets up and gets laid out again by a clothesline by Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy begins stomping at Brock’s body parts as the ref begs him to stop, but there is nothing the ref can do. Kennedy drags Brock up by his head and lays him against the turnbuckle. Kennedy grabs a chair and runs at Lesnar with full force. NO! Lesnar ducks, and Kennedy hits the turnbuckle, causing a ricochet to Kennedy’s head. Kennedy turns around and gets caught with a spear straight from Lesnar. Kennedy hits the floor, and Brock gets up to his feet. He walks around looking before he spots a camera cable. He drags Kennedy over to the cable and wraps the cable around his neck. Kennedy screams in agony but counters this with a kick to Brock’s head. A few more kicks, and Kennedy gets free. He grabs the ring bell and knocks Lesnar out with it.
"Ding!"
The ring bell opens Lesnar’s head up. He starts bleeding from his forehead and trembles to the ground. Kennedy laughs at his pain and picks him up. He Irish Whips him into the steel steps and a crack can be heard throughout the arena as Brock’s shoulder hit’s hard. Brock grabs his shoulder and rolls over to the barricade. He slides up on the barricade and lays up against it. Kennedy runs at Lesnar and hit’s a clothesline over the barricade. In to the crowd this match goes as the crowd separates for the superstars. Brock trembles to the back as Kennedy follows. Brock goes in a door and Kennedy goes to follow him but is caught with a hard slam to the face. He falls back but Lesnar grabs him. He brings him through the door and slams him up against a wall. He steps back and runs at Kennedy with a football tackle sending both men through the wall! They are in the men’s locker room. Brock lands on top of Kennedy for the pin.
"1..2..3!!! NO!"
Kennedy kicks out, and the crowd can be heard roaring with cheers. As Brock slowly gets up, he shakes off the impact from going through the wall. Kennedy suddenly springs up and faces Brock. He points at Lesnar and tells him to bring it on. Brock runs at Kennedy but he gets countered with Kennedy dropping him by his feet. Brock’s head lands on a bench and this time his head begins to squirt blood even worse. Kennedy picks Brock up and throws him in to a locker. Brock slams in to the locker and dents it in. Kennedy falls to his feet from exhaustion. Kennedy picks himself up with help from the bench and so does Lesnar. They both run at each other and try for a clothesline but both men connect sending each other to the floor. This time they are both up within the second. They exchange hit’s a few times but Brock gets the best of Kennedy. He slams Kennedy on the ground with a body slam. Brock grabs a chair and slams it down on Kennedy’s leg time after time. Kennedy screams in pain as Brock continues with the shots. Brock slams the chair down and gets him in position for the Brock Lock.
He puts Kennedy’s knee over top his head and torques his entire leg. Lesnar continues to pull at Kennedy’s body. Eventually Brock’s knee gives out from the shot to the stairs from earlier. Kennedy and Brock both lay on the ground grabbing at their knees. Both men make it to their feet at the same time, but Kennedy makes a brake for the door. They both go down the hallway, with Lesnar trying to catch up with Ken. Ken goes in to a room that has stairs leading down. Brock follows as the camera looks at what the door says, “Boiler Room”. Brock continues down the steps and eventually reaches a red room. He gets to the bottom step and his blind sided by a metal pipe shot to the gut by Kennedy. Brock grabs his stomach and is hit in the back with the pipe. Kennedy goes over to the corner and sets up a ladder. He drags Brock over to the ladder and makes him climb to the top. Brock hangs on to the top of the ladder for dear life.
Kennedy climbs the ladder and lifts Brock up over his head. He has him for position for the Green Bay Plunge. He flips off of the ladder landing on Brock’s stomach as Brock lands on his back! Kennedy goes for the pin.
"1..2..3!! NO!"
Brock kicks out once again. This is one crazy match. Kennedy lifts Lesnar up and Irish Whips him in to the boiler. Brock’s head bounces off the boiler and Kennedy goes for another one but is countered and his head bounces off the boiler. Kennedy’s head is bloodied as steam spews out of the red hot boiler. Brock lifts him up on his shoulders. F5! F5! F5!! Lesnar hits the F5 up against the boiler and Kennedy collapses to the floor. Brock goes for the pin.
"1..2.."
Kennedy kicks out! Brock lifts him up and throws him in to the wall. Kennedy bounces off the wall then Lesnar throws him up the steps. Kennedy reaches the top of the steps and gets blind sided by a chair shot from Felipe Coronel. It doesn’t effect Kennedy at all. Coronel goes for another, but it is caught by Kennedy and slammed in Felipe’s face. Brock reaches the top and gets hit in the face with the chair also. Brock lands beside Coronel, and Kennedy gets a grin on his face. He puts the chair behind his back and gets a running start. He rolls on top of both Coronel and Lesnar. Kennedy takes the chair and rapidly slams it over both Lesnar and Felipe. He eventually lets up and lifts Lesnar to his feet. He goes to clothesline him but his hand his caught. Brock catches his hand and sends him flying backwards in to the wall. Lesnar picks him up and carries him down the hallway. They are eventually back in the arena, and Brock makes his way through the crowd, still carrying Kennedy. He tosses Kennedy over the barricade and grabs a table. He sets it up. Brock pours lighter fluid all over the table, and then he throws a flaming lighter on top of it. The table catches fire, and Brock looks down at Kennedy. He goes to pick him up, but he is caught with a low blow. Brock goes down in pain, and Kennedy picks him up on his shoulders. He looks like he is going to use the F5. He goes to spin Lesnar around but he lands on his feet!!! Brock lifts Kennedy up... F5! F5!! F5!!! Kennedy crashes through the flaming table, as the fire dies out. Brock lays over him, exhausted...
"1..2..3!!!"
Brock slowly gets to his feet, as a banged up Felipe Coronel now stands at his side. Felips raises Brock's hand high in the air, as his music blares through the arena. With the crowd booing, Lesnar and Coronel make their way to the back.