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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 14, 2008 22:55:07 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Cyber Madness! Live! From The IZOD Center in East Rutherford, New Jeresy! 1/13/08As time nears, millions of viewers around the world flip their television over to their local pay-per-view provider. Static covers the screen. An electric him begins as we are taken along a trail of wires. The winding trail of wires suddenly stops, leading into some sort of power source. As all of the charge begins to fill the power box, it begins to shake and smoke. It suddenly overloads, shattering right into the sold out IZOD Center in East Rutherford, New Jeresy! With Ben Moody's "The End Has Come" blaring loudly, the camera pans around the arena. The fans are ecstatic, getting anxious to get the show started. The camera then switches over to the stage which looks like a massive computer monitor in which the Cyber Madness video is played, highlighting all of the moments leading up to this night. A great display of pyro suddenly exlpodes from the stage, shaking the very foundation of the arena. As the smoke begins to linger we are quickly taken to ringside with our hosts of the evening.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're ready because tonight is going to go down as one of SNME's biggest pay-per-views! We've got a card, loaded with action, and you don't want to miss a second of it.
Owens: That's right, Joey. For weeks we have been building and building for this very night. And right here in the ring, we're going to see some of the greatest matches ever scheduled for an SNME pay-per-view.
Styles: Well, before we get to the action, let's just remind everyone of what all they're going to see tonight.
Owens: Alright, people. Here it goes. Since Emma Paramore won the Women's Champion, she hasn't had much of a challenge. Well, tonight four divas are gettin' it on in the ring to determine which one of them will get a shot at Emma at our next pay-per-view.
Styles: We'll also be seeing the team of Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin take on NM Savant and Jack King, who seem to be on one heck of a roll lately. I wouldn't put it past Savant and King to finally earn their shot at the World Tag Team Championships tonight.
Owens: And then, we've got Atomic, who finally gets his chance to get the masked man in the ring. Will Atomic be shaved bald? Or will the Masked Man be exposed before all of these people here tonight?
Styles: I don't know, Austin, but I do know one thing. Bryan Danielson and Edge have been fighting for weeks to get to this night. These men have made it to the finals of the Gold Rush Tournament, and finally a Custom Champion will be crowned.
Owens: And folks, if you want to see brutal, you damn sure got it. Tonight you are going to see Mister Kennedy get what he has wanted for so long; a match with Raven. But get this, it isn't just any 'ol kind of match. It's a barbwired ropes match! But that isn't it. We've also got "Legend Killer" Randy Orton who will meet up with long time friend and foe, "The Animal" Batista. After Batista laid him out last Saturday, I think Orton is going to be hell bent on pay back.
Styles: And finally, we have the best for last. Meeting in the ring for the second time in a one on one match for the World Heavyweight Champion, we have Kurt Angle defending his Championship against Sting! But there is a catch. Not just any man will be refereeing this match, "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels!
Owens: Well, Joey, let's get this thing started! vs. Chris Sabin & Alex Shelley vs. NM Savant & Jack King (World Tag Team Championship #1 Contender's Match!) Team Choices: 1) The Murder City Machine Guns 2) The Outsiders 3) Tamashii Eradico 4) The New Blood Posse 5) The Hardy BoyzRob Zombie's "Dragula" starts blaring through the PA system, as Jack King and NM Savant make their way through the curtain to a sea of cheers.Finkel: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Number One Contender’s match for the World Tag Team Titles. Introducing first, the team of Jack King and NM Savant, Tamashii Eradico!Jack and Savant slap hands with fans on their way down the ramp. They reach the apron and hop over into the ring, and climb the turnbuckles where they pose for the fans.Suddenly “1977” blares through the speakers as a thunderous roar is heard throughout the stadium. Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin runs through the curtains, as the crowd makes a MCMG chant. Sabin and Shelley look at the ovation they are receiving from the crowd, as Alex takes a gulp of water from a bottle in his hand. He then throws the bottle as the two get down on one knee and do their signature high five gun taunt.Finkel: And their opponents, from Motor City Detroit, Michigan, Alex Shelley, Chris Sabin, the Murder City Machine Guns!Shelley and Sabin waste little time getting down the ramp and slide into the ring. Shelley and Sabin get face to face with Tamashii. Shelley extends his hand to shake with Savant and Savant puts his hand out to shake but Shelley spits water into Savant’s face, and the bell is sounded. Shelley hit’s a standing Enziguri kick to Jack and he rolls outside of the ring. Shelley runs off the opposite ropes and dives through the middle rope, nailing Jack in the chest. Shelley stands up and points to his palm. Meanwhile in the ring Sabin and Savant work on each other. Sabin is being pounded on in the corner. Sabin sits down in the buckle as Savant backs up. NM charges at him and Sabin gets out of the way of the running boot. Sabin stands up and put Savant in the headlock. Savant throws Sabin off the ropes and Chris comes charging back with a shoulder block knocking over Savant. Sabin bounces off the ropes again but this time is tripped by NM. Sabin gets up and trips Savant, and NM gets up and the two have a stalemate to a cheering crowd.
Sabin tags in Shelley and Savant tags in Jack. Jack gets the crowd going in a slow clap as him and Shelley lock up center of the ring. Jack is thrown off the ropes and before he is able to get nothing going he is rocked with a huge elbow to the head, knocking him off his feet. Shelley now takes Jack and warps his legs around his head, and signals Motor City to the crowd with his palm. Shelley proceeds to bounce up and down driving Jack’s head into the canvas with the skull fuck. Alex now stands up, bringing Jack with him. He throws him into the buckle and runs and clotheslines him. Shelley grabs Jack’s head now and looks to bulldog him, but Jack reverses it, and turns Shelley around and tries to clothesline Alex himself, but Alex ducks, and nails him with a huge kick to the gut. Shelley now picks him up and hits him with the reverse Atomic Drop. Shelley keeps Jack from falling over, wraps Jack’s arm around Shelley’s head, and trips him in a modified STO. Shelley goes for the cover…"One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Shelley drags Jack over to the corner where Sabin is and tags Sabin in. Sabin and Shelley now grab one of Jack’s arms each, and twists them in an arm wrench. They now both elbow him in the side of the head and double suplex him to the mat. Alex runs off the ropes and leg drops him as does Sabin. They stand up and both do a taunt to the crowd’s delight. They now take Jack and they each run off the ropes and clothesline him front and back. Sabin now runs and dropkicks him in the knee taking him down to one knee and Shelley runs and flips over into a headlock sort of hold and Sabin runs and dropkicks him right in the face. Shelley now gets out of the ring. The crowd begins a slow clap for Jack to get up. Sabin stands him up and Jack courage’s up the strength to hit an Enziguri to Sabin, knocking him down. One more slow clap is started now. Jack gets a tag in to Savant. He runs and clotheslines Sabin and knocks Alex off the apron. He runs and clotheslines Chris again. Sabin manages to throw Savant off the ropes and he runs back and hits Sabin with a twisting head-scissors. He gets on the apron and springboards and hits Sabin with a clothesline. Savant now charges off the ropes and goes to hit Shelley with a flipping dive over the ropes but Shelley misses and Savant hit’s the mats on the floor below. King gets up and starts forearming Sabin, but he doesn’t notice Shelley getting in the ring behind him. Jack turns around and gets hit straight in the face by a Superkick from Shelley. Sabin follows that up with a spin kick to the gut. The two then hit a Superkick, Enziguri combo to the head of Jack. Shelley goes for the cover….."One . . . Two . . . Savant breaks it up!"Jack rolls out of the ring dazed and confused as Savant tries and gain some momentum. Shelley takes some rights by NM, but Sabin climbs out to the apron and springboards in with a clothesline, knocking Savant down. Shelley climbs the top rope as Sabin stands up Savant. Sabin brings Savant to his shoulders and crosses his legs. Alex jumps down kneeing Savant in the head, which is followed by a Cradle Shock from Sabin. Chris hooks the legs as Shelley does another dive to the outside on Jack to keep him from saving NM."One! Two! Three!"The bell sounds and “1977” blares through the PA System as the crowd erupts and Sabin stands up raising his hands in victory. Alex climbs back in the ring as Savant rolls out in pain. Sabin and Shelley hug in the ring.Finkel: Here are your winners and the new Number One Contenders, Alex Shelley, Chris Sabin, the Murder City Machine Guns!!!!Sabin and Shelley raise their hands up in the MCMG taunt as the crowd follows along. Alex grabs the microphone from Finkel….Shelley: One team down, one to go. Sam and Joey, we are coming for those belts, so don’t get to comfortable with them, because the Murder City Machine Guns are here to make an impression and to win those tag team belts.Alex drops the mic as the two raise their hands in the taunt once more before leaving the ring. They walk up to the curtain as their music continues to play.The camera quickly cuts to the back. Kevin Nash stands in a lockeroom, his arms crossed. He stares down at the television, where he has just witnessed a team besides his own become the number one contenders for the World Tag Team Championships. He shakes his head in shame, knowing that it could have been him and Scott Hall out there if Hall hadn't screwed up last week. A knock suddenly raps across the door, bringing Kevin's attention from the television. He quickly heads to the door. As he opens it, Scott Hall is standing there with a case of beer.Hall: Yo' chico, I figured I'd come by and apologize for last week. I know I messed up, Kev.
Nash: You're damn right you messed up! Did you watch that match? Huh? That coulda been us out there. But no! You had to go and do the exact same thing you're about to do right now.
Hall: Woah, woah, woah, chico . . . Calm down, Big Kev. It's all cool, mang. No worries.
Nash: No worries, huh? Yeah. Ya' know what, I'm out of here . . . Get drunk by your damn self . . .Nash picks up his bag and shoves past Hall. He quickly leaves the lockeroom, leaving Hall on his own. Hall sits down in a chair in front of the television, cracking open a cold one.Hall: What the hell did I do? . . .The scene quickly fades out.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 14, 2008 23:01:30 GMT -5
The camera pans around of the sold out IZOD Center in New Jersey, and then cuts to the parking lot. A limousine pulls up to the front door, and parks. There is no movement for a while, and suddenly the door opens. As we pan upwards, the camera switches back to the ring, leaving the arrival anonymous. [/color] “Time to Rock N’ Roll” by Lil’ Kim plays over the PA system as Trish Stratus comes out of the curtains, smiling and waving to the fans. She slaps a few lucky ones hands and walks up the steel ring steps into the ring.Howard Finkel: Making her way to the ring, from Toronto, Canada....Trish...Stratus!The theme of Amy Weber plays. she comes out with a confident look on her face. Some fans try to touch her, but she pulls away in disgust. She walks up the same steps into the ring and her and Trish have a stare down.“Coming down the ramp next, Amy... WEBER!”The ref talks to both girls, explaining the rules. Telling them the winner of this contest will receive a Women’s title match. Trish and Amy both smile in joy, both having the same thing in mind. They each go to separate corners and the ref calls for the bell. They lock up, Amy over powering on Trish shoving her into the mat. Trish quickly rolls herself back up and the lock up once more. This time, Trish kicks Amy in the gut and Irish whips her into the corner. Trish mounts her and punches her, the fans counting along with every punch. The ref stops Trish at ten. Amy rolls out of the ring to regain some focus, but is interrupted by a sliding kick by Trish, knocking her into the announcer’s table. Trish grabs her hair and rolls her back into the ring. Trish plays to the crowd for a second and then rolls her back in. Before Trish can get up, Amy Weber is already stomping on her back. Amy picks Trish up and throws her against the ropes. Trish tries a counter cross body, but Amy moves causing Trish to land on her face. Amy flips her over and covers.1...2....Kick Out!! Amy sits in frustration and pick Trish up. Trish starts hitting Amy in the ribs, lefts and rights until she has control. Trish bounces against the ropes and hits a clothesline. Then another clothesline. She picks Amy up and slams her down with a Scoop Slam. Trish looks around the arena then smiles. She pushes her hair back and kneels down. The fans are on their feet, they know what is next. Amy has to pull herself up on the rope. When she is up, she slowly turns around to face Trish. Amy does not like what she sees, because she runs into a kick in the head. Trish connected with the Chick Kick! Trish falls on top of Amy for a cover.1...2...3!
“Here is your winner...Trish.... Stratus!!” Trish jumps up and celebrates with the fans. She points out to the crowd as they cheer with excitement. Trish rolls under the ropes and heads for the back.[/center] We cut to the interview area where Edge stands with Todd Grisham. Grisham holds up the mic.Todd: Edge, we are moments away from your first title match in SNME, and the finals of the Gold Rush Tournament for the Custom Title. What are your thoughts?
Edge: It’s funny you ask that Todd, because as most people would say, their completely calm. But not me Todd. I am completely…..on edge. This is my shot Todd. I’m not going to blow it.
Todd: If you were to win the Custom Title tonight, what would you name it?
Edge: We’ll just have to wait and see.Edge walks off the set as we cut to the ring. [/b] "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge suddenly interrupts the roar of the crowd. 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 the curtains. He goes from one side of the stage to the other, getting a good look at the slam-packed arena. Edge begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping the hand of an occasional fan. He then slides into the ring. 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.
Lazers of all different colors suddenly shoot across the arena, going in every direction. Europe's "Final Countdown" suddenly blares as the former Custom Champion, "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson makes his way through the curtain. The fans erupt with cheers, screaming for one of their favorites. Danielson stops at the top of the ramp, the lazers shooting all around him. Danielson slowly makes his way down the ramp, extending his hand to the eager fans. He quickly makes his way to the ring, where he jogs up the steps. Danielson quickly steps into the ring, posing for the fans. His music slowly fades away as the lights return to normal.“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Edge and Danielson look at each other with a weird look in their eyes. They know that one of them will be carried out on a stretcher. The two finalists lock up. Danielson ducks under Edge’s tie up, and sweeps his legs out from under him. Bryan quickly maneuvers himself into a front facelock, then begins to pick Edge up. Dragon hits a knee to the gut, but Edge quickly spins out of the wrestling hold, and slams Bryan down with a wrestling take down. Edge slides out of the ring, and begins searching for a weapon, as there are no disqualifications. The Rated “R” Superstar picks up a trash can, and throws it into the ring. Edge rolls back in, and picks the weapon up. American Dragon is just getting to his feet when Edge brings the trash can down onto his back. There’s a dent from where the can hit Danielson, and Edge brings the weapon up again. He goes for another hit, but American Dragon rolls out of the ring, dodging the blow. This also throws Edge off balance, allowing Dragon to pull his legs out from under him, and trips him. Bryan yanks Edge out of the ring from under the bottom rope, causing him to fall onto the floor.
Danielson begins laying the boots into Edge’s chest, stomping the wind out of his opponent. Bryan picks Edge up, and tries to throw him into the guard-rail, but Edge reverses the momentum, and sends Bryan flying into the barricade. Edge dropkicks Bryan, flipping him over the rail, and into the crowd. Edge hops over the barricade, and tells a fan to sit up. He grabs their chair, and smashes it down on Bryan’s back. Danielson yells out in pain as Edge smashes the chair down on his back once again. Satisfied with the punishment, Edge sits the chair back down for the fan, and picks Danielson back up. Edge clotheslines him over the barricade, and back in the ringside area. Making the most of the opportunity, Edge drags Bryan over to the entrance ramp, and slams his head on the stretcher. Danielson stumbles around groggily as Edge clotheslines him onto the stretcher. The Rated R Superstar begins wheeling Bryan up the ramp, but Dragon rolls off, and hits a perfect calf kick on Edge. Danielson picks Edge up, and begins chasing the stumbling Canadian back to the ring. Edge rolls in groggily as Dragon follows him in. Bryan comes up from behind Edge, and hits a German Suplex on his opponent. Danielson lines himself up in the corner, waiting for Edge to raise to his feet. Edge stand sup, and Bryan charges across the ring, looking for a big boot. Edge ducks the kick, and delivers a kick of his own to Danielson’s mid-section. Edge wraps his arm around Bryan’s head, and lifts him up for a Suplex. After waiting a second, Edge drops Bryan down chest first, knocking the wind out of him.
Edge runs against the opposite ropes, and goes for a baseball slide to knock Dragon out, but Dragon already dropped to the floor, causing Edge to slide out of the ring, and crash to the floor below. Bryan picks Edge up, and grabs him around the waist. Danielson lifts him up, then drops him with a belly to back Suplex on the floor! Danielson motions with a cutthroat, and drags Edge over to the stretcher, which slowly rolled back down to the starting line. Bryan grabs him in a bear hug, then hits a belly to belly Suplex, throwing Edge onto the stretcher! Bryan begins rolling the stretcher up the ramp, to the finish line, but Edge is made of sterner stuff. The Rated R Superstar begins kicking the face of Danielson, knocking him down. Edge rolls off the stretcher, and hammers Danielson’s back with forearms, driving the will to fight out of him. Edge runs down to the ring, and picks up the trash can that he was using earlier. He goes back up to Danielson, who nips back up onto his feet, and begins fighting back with lefts and rights. Edge drops the trash can, and Bryan hits him with a hard European Uppercut! Edge drops to the metal ramp, allowing Danielson to grab his legs in a sling-shot position. Bryan attempts the move, but Edge rolls through, and waits for Bryan to get up. Danielson does, and as he turns around, eats an explosive Spear from Edge on the ramp! Both men are down by the stretcher as the fans begin cheering wildly for Danielson to get up. Edge begins to stir, and as he slowly gets up to his feet, makes his way over to his fallen opponent. Edge drags him up, and begins to walk him over to the stretcher. Danielson begins to fight back though, and knocks Edge off of him. Edge falls to the floor, and reaches inside his pants, as if he were getting something.
What we see on Edge’s right hand is a pair of brass knuckles, obviously intended for Danielson’s head. Edge slowly makes his way up, with a big smirk on his face. Edge turns around, and wildly swings at Bryan, but Dragon ducks under the blow, and as both men turn around, Danielson kicks the knuckles into Edge’s face! Edge falls to the floor limp, maybe unconscious. Bryan picks Edge up, and throws him onto the stretcher. As the fans cheer him on, Danielson wheels Edge up the ramp, and past the finish line! Danielson wins!Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW CUSTOM CHAMPION, BRYAN DANIELSON!!!!!!The ref hands Bryan the Custom Title at the top of the ramp, as Danielson raises the belt and his arms high in the air. Dragon kisses the belt, and holds it close to his chest as we cut away.[/center] Danielson slowly holds up his Custom Championship, posing for the fans. As he lowers the belt, every single light in the arena goes out. An abyss of darkness takes over the arena in a single instant. A roar of commotion comes from the crowd as they are still pumped up for Danielson's victory. But to his dismay, his worst nightmare is seconds away from occuring... [/size] [/center][/size] Every single light suddenly comes back on, blinding everyone within the arena. "White Knuckles" blares through the arena, calling... Calling for "The Proclamation". Danielson shields his eyes as he looks to the curtains. The video and music continue to play, but nothing happens. Everything suddenly stops. The crowd is dead silent. Danielson is shielding his eyes from the blinding white lights shining through the arena. A voice rings through the arena..."This is the proclamation... This is the call to rise..." Within the blink of an eye, everything returns to normal as if nothing had even happened. Danielson brings his hands down from his eyes, looking around him for someone to attack. He slowly makes his way backstage, paranoid as ever. The voice continues to repeat in everyone's mind..."This is the proclamation... This is the call to rise..." We fade to a man wearing a kaki suit with big sunglasses on.."For those of you who don't know.. I am "The Promise" Antonio Thomas.. And last week, I made my triumphant debut to SNME.. And everywhere I go people are asking me, "Promise, Promise where have you been? What have you been doing, what brings you here to SNME??" and I say, "You know I've been traveling around the world, wearing the finest Italian suits.. Going out with the finest women. Cruises, Lear Jets, Yachts, all around the world.. Having myself a good time.. Hanging out with the cream of the crop.. The A-Listers.. Of A-List celebrities.. People like Bronson Pencho.. Willy Aims.. Lee Majors.. And my number one soul brother , ha, oh you guessed it, Phillip Michael Thomas.. But now, the time for partying.. Is over.. I'm here for business.. And I'm here for one thing.. And that's gold.. See I love gold.. As you can plainly see.. I got plenty of it.. But the one piece of gold I'm missing.. The one piece of gold that has alluded me from day one.. Is gold around my waist.. And that's why I'm here.. I'm here baby!! haha, I am here.. SNME is now.. Transformed into The Promise Land!! I'm here, and I will become the SNME Custom Champion.. Right around this finely trimmed tuned jacked chiseled waist.. That belt will come.. And that??"Promise takes his sunglasses off and points them at the camera.."That's a promise..."
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 14, 2008 23:36:17 GMT -5
We cut to the locker room where The Roy sits. He seems like he is praying. Roy sits up, grabs his sun-glasses, and walks out of the room.
Cut to Brando, who is punching the wall. He is pumped, and ready to destroy. Brando walks down the hallways.
Sam is in his locker room. He rolls up his knee pad. JP walks in. Joey: Sam, if you need me out there, just give me the signal.
Sam: Thanks man, but I think I'll be fine.
Joey: Alright, good luck man. Sam walks out of the room as we cut to the ring. A graphic of the TLC match is shown on the titantron. The background music is ominous.Voice Over: 3 men. Clips of Sam X, Brando, and Roy fighting. Voice Over: 3 Weapons. Clips of tables, ladders, and chairs being used.Voice Over: One Intercontinental Title.Shot of the IC Title. The music picks up as we see clips of Sam unleashing his martial prowess on his various opponents. He looks dominant in all of the shots.
Clips of Roy cheating his way for wins, cunning, and smart.
Clips of Brando being a total tank.
The music hits it’s climax as all 3 men stare down, face to face.
We cut back to the ring. [/s] vs. The Roy vs. Brandovirus[/i] (Triple Threat: Intercontinental Championship!) Opponent Choices: 1) Tables, Ladders, & Chairs 2) Cage 3) Elimination[/b] We cut to the ring where Howard Finkel stands.Fink: The following match up is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Intercontinental Championship! The only way to win is to climb the ladder, and pull down the belt. The winner will be declared the new Intercontinental Champion!“My Time” blasts over the arena as the Roy makes his way through the entrance curtain. The Roy has an unsure look on his face as he walks down the ramp. All around the ring, ladders and tables surround it. Chairs are scattered around them. Roy slides into the ring, and taunts the crowd as his music comes to an end.
“Superbeast” by Rob Zombie begins to play over the music system. A massive pyro display explodes around the entrance ramp, and through the smoke walks Brandovirus. He looks menacing as he strides down the ramp, his eyes totally focused on the Roy. Brando climbs up the stairs, and steps over the ropes into the ring. Brando looks at Roy, as his music comes to a close.
“Burrito” by Seether blares over the arena as the fans begin to cheer wildly for the current ½ of the World Tag Team Champions, Sam X. X stares coldly at both men, and has his Tag Title strapped around his waist. Sam walks down the ramp to the ring, completely ignoring the fans, and is focused only on the Intercontinental Title. Sam slides into the ring, and throws up the X sign as his music fades away.
The ref asks for Sam’s Tag Title, which he unstraps and hands over. All 3 men look at the Intercontinental Title which hangs from a rung above the ring. The ref calls for the bell“Ding, Ding, Ding”Sam, Brando and Roy all look at each other, and begin to scramble out of the ring. Sam and Roy quickly slide outside, leaving the slow Brandovirus in the center of the ring. Roy grabs a ladder while Sam grabs a chair. Both men slide in, and Sam swings at Brando with the chair. It hits his head, but Brando doesn’t even budge. Roy takes a shot with the ladder, but it only staggers Brando back. Brando goes for a massive punch to Sam, which is ducked. Sam swings the chair at Brando’s head as Roy trips Brando out with the ladder, and finally knock the big man down. Roy and Sam look at each other, and before Roy can swing, Sam dropkicks the chair into Roy, knocking him over. X grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring. X begins climbing, but soon enough, Brando is up, and grabs his leg. Sam looks back and begins to shake his head, pleading for Brando not to. Brando pulls Sam’s leg out from under him, and Sam falls face first onto the mat! Roy is starting to help himself up, and Brando sees this. He runs over for a clothesline, which Roy ducks, and jumps on his back. Roy has Brando in a sleeper hold, slowly choking the fight out of the big man. Brando won’t go down without a fight though, and stumbles over to the ropes. He grabs Roy by the head, and flips him over the ropes, onto the outside of the ring. Sam is up, and has the chair. He charges Brando from behind, but Brando turns around before he can hit him. Sam acts like he asn’t going to do anything, but throws the chair into Brando, which is caught. Sam jumps up, and hits a spin kick to the chair, which smashes into Brando’s face, knocking him out of the ring. Sam sees both men out of the ring, but stirring and shrugs. X bounces off the opposite ropes, and charges across the ring. Sam leaps and flips over the top rope, crashing onto Brando and Roy. The fans cheer wildly at the dare-devil move, which Sam helps himself up from relatively quickly. So does Brando, unfortunately, and grabs Sam by the head. Brando hurls Sam into the ring barricade with a resounding thud, as Sam grabs his back in pain. Roy begins to hammer Brando’s back from behind, but does little to nothing on the monster. Brando grabs Roy to, and throws him into Sam, creating more of an impact. Brando charges into both men, and tackles them through the barricade! Holy shit! There is now a break in the barricades where Brando speared them!
All 3 men are down, but as this is a TLC match, there are no rules. Brando begins to stir first, and staggers over to the ring. He climbs up the steps, and walks into the ring. Brando grabs the ladder with one hand, and stands it up in the center of the ring. Brando begins to climb, despite his 375 pound frame. Slowly he climbs, which gives Roy enough time to run back in the ring with a chair he pilfered from the side. Roy slams the chair into Brando’s back, which causes Brando to stop climbing. Roy swings the chair again, and Brando has to climb down. Roy swings the chair with such force at Brando’s head, which cracks his skull open, and knocks him to the mat. Blood begins to pour from a good sized cut on Brando’s head, and stains the mat. Roy throws the chair onto Brando for good measure, and begins to ascend the ladder himself. Sam X climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, and seeing this situation, leaps off, and dropkicks the ladder, tipping it over, and spilling Roy to the outside! Roy crashes hard on the floor below, as Sam surveys his surroundings. X slides out of the ring, and grabs a table. Sam sets it up outside the ring, by the entrance ramp. He grabs another one, and lines it up next to the first table. Sam grabs a third table, and slides it into the ring, along with another ladder and chair. Brando is starting to get up, but Sam blasts him with a chair shot to the spine, knocking him back onto his stomach. Sam takes the table, and places it into the corner. Sam helps Brando up, despite his size, and walks him over to the corner table, which he is leaned against. Sam grabs the chair, and blasts him again, just for security. Sam walks over to the opposite corner, and crouches down, telling Brando to bring it. Sam looks like he is going to charge, but Roy grabs his foot, causing him to trip and fall on his face. Roy slides into the ring, and charges the bleeding Brando, but the Superbeast steps out, and picks Roy up onto his shoulder. Roy pleads with the big man to put him down, but Brando charges the corner, and power-slams Roy through the table in the corner! The fans chant “Holy Shit” at this move, which Brando gets up from. Roy is limp in the corner.
Brando beats his chest with his fists, and walks over to Sam. Brando hoists Sam up with no problem, and kicks him in the stomach. Brando lifts him up for a powerbomb, but is unaware that Sam grabbed a chair, and just plastered it over his head! Brando falls backwards as Sam sits on him. Sam gets up, and sees that both men are completely out of it. X takes the ladder he brought into the ring, and sets it up in the center of the ring. X slowly begins to climb, his injuries obviously taking a toll on him. Step by step, Sam climbs, but Roy begins to stir. Soon enough, Roy is climbing the opposite side of the ladder, and both men reach the top. They begin trading punches, left and right. Just when it seems Roy has Sam where he wants him, Sam grabs Roy’s head, and slams it onto the top of the ladder. Roy seems unbalanced at the top as Sam begins to wrap his arm around Roy’s head. Sam looks like he is going to Suplex Roy off the top of the ladder! Sam goes to lift Roy up, but Roy begins hammering him with fists, knocking the hold off. Roy slams Sam’s head on top of the ladder, then begins punching him. Roy sets himself up, then flips over Sam, and hits him with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb from the top of the ladder! Sam hits the mat with sickening impact as Roy holds his back. Brando is up, and immediately takes control of the situation. Brando lifts Roy up, and kicks him in the stomach. Brando picks Roy up in a military press, and begins to press him up and down. Brando walks over to the fallen ladder in the ring, and drops Roy’s chest on top of it! Roy gasps for air as his stomach is crushed by the steel ladder, and the fall from Brando’s press. Sam helps himself up, and charges Brando. X hits him with a strong forearm, bouncing him against the ropes. Sam goes for a whip, but Brando reverses the momentum, and sends Sam flying across the ring. X bounces off the ropes, and comes rebounding back with a nicely executed leg lariat to Brando, which knocks the big man over. Sam nips up, and hits a beautiful standing moonsault onto Brandovirus. X quickly picks himself up, and leaps over Brando, and onto the second rope, and comes flipping off with a twisting splash! The fans applaud at Sam’s sudden burst of aerial moves. X picks Roy up, and grabs him under the arms. Belly to Belly Suplex! Roy flips over Sam’s head, and crashes onto the mat on his back. X goes back over to Roy, and picks him up. From behind, Sam grabs Roy’s waist, and throws him over his head with a German Suplex! Sam holds onto Roy, and picks him back up. A second German Suplex! Sam keeps himself latched onto Roy, and hits a third, and final release German Suplex! Roy crashes onto the back of his neck as Sam hoists himself onto the top rope. Roy lays prone in the middle of the ring. X looks around, then leaps off the top rope. Sam tucks in mid-flight, then spreads out, and crashes onto Roy with a massive Frog Splash! Sam bounces off from the impact, and right into Brando’s waiting arms. Brando grabs Sam by the throat, and lifts him up into the air. Sam dangles from Brando’s huge hand, and is finally slammed right back onto Roy with a thunderous choke-slam from Brando! Both Roy and Sam look dead from the impact as Brando grabs a ladder and begins to climb. He is obviously worn out from the match, and combined with his massive frame, climbing the ladder is a difficult task. He climbs up at half speed, trying to conserve strength as he pulls himself up, rung by rung. Sam begins to pull himself up, and hits Brando’s back with his forearm. Sam then begins to climb the opposite side of the ladder, and punches Brando in the face at the top. X grabs Brando’s head in a front facelock, then without warning, leaps off the side, and spikes Brando’s head with a DDT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
Brando looks completely dead, as does Sam, from the huge fall. The ladder tips over, and falls, balancing on the ropes. Brando rolls out of the ring as Sam begins to help himself up. Roy is stirring, and the two men come to blows in the middle of the ring. Sam goes for a clothesline, but Roy ducks under it, and slams Sam down with a reverse DDT! Roy struggles to get up, but stumbles over to the leaning ladder. He straightens the thing up, and places it in the center of the ring. Roy begins to climb, despite the weariness, hell bent on winning the Intercontinental Title. Sam helps himself up, and pulls Roy off the ladder. Roy falls on his chest, which pains him even more. X rolls Roy out onto the apron, and follows him. X picks Roy up, and hoists him onto his shoulder. Sam leaps off the apron, and DRIVES ROY THROUGH THE TABLES WITH AN ISLAND DRIVER! HOLYYYYYYYYYY SHIT!
Both Roy and Sam look completely dead on the outside of the ring, the debris of tables scattered all around their limp bodies. Sam actually begins to crawl his way out of the debris, and slowly climbs up onto the apron. Brando does the same. David looks at Goliath, and charges. Sam hits some punches, but they have little effect on the behemoth. X charges again, but Brando simply delivers a Yakuza Kick to the Tag Champ, which nearly decapitates him. There is a table set up on the outside of the ring where Brando was. Brando picks Sam up, and kicks him in the gut. Brando lifts him up, and POWERBOMBS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE! JESUS CHRIST! The fans begin chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” at the amazing move. Brando stumbles around for the ladder, which he finds. He picks the ladder up, and stands it up in the middle of the ring. Brando, blood now pouring from his face, begins climbing up. The Roy slowly climbs into the ring with a chair in hand. Roy begins climbing, and as Brando is just about to grab the title, Roy smashes the chair over his head once, twice, and a third time, which finally drops the monster. Roy begins reaching for the title, his hand is around it!
He is going to pull it down! WAIT! JOEY PHENOMENAL! Joey springboards off the ropes, and onto the ladder, and begins climbing rapidly. JP punches Roy in the face, then wraps his hand around Roy’s neck! PHENOMENAL CUTTER OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER! Roy looks dead! The fans cheer as Sam slowly climbs into the ring, and JP helps him up the ladder. Phenomenal holds Roy down as Sam ascends to the top of the ladder, and grabs the title! SAM WINS! SAM WINS!
X falls off the top of the ladder, IC Title held close to his chest. Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, SAM X!!!!!!“Burrito” plays over the arena as Joey helps Sam up. Sam is bleeding from the forehead, but nonetheless, is the new Intercontinental Champion. Phenomenal gets Sam’s Tag Belt, and raises his hand up. Sam is now both Intercontinental Champion and Tag Champion! Joey hugs Sam as he helps him out of the ring. Sam hobbles up the ramp with support from Joey Phenomenal. We cut to a SNME Merchandise promo with Sam X and JP standing triumphant at the top of the ramp.[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 14, 2008 23:49:00 GMT -5
vs. "Dirty" Harry vs. Kammy (Good House Keeping Match!)Fink: The following is the SNME’s first-ever Good House Keeping Match!“Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis hits the PA as “Dirty” Harry walks out to the stage wearing a tuxedo. He has a napkin draped over his arm as if he’s a butler. Fink: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, IL, weighing in at 230lbs, “Dirty” Harry!Harry continues walking to the ring as he walks up each individual step slowly, acting sophisticated. He looks around outside the ring seeing lots of household items like an ironing board, plunger, toilet seat, garbage can, and a frying pan. He raises his arms as the fans boo, and his music dies down.
“What Kammy Wants, Kammy Gets” then hits the PA as the fans rise to their feet as the blonde bombshell comes walking out in a French maid outfit, holding a duster. Fink: And making her way to the ring, from Woodbridge, New Jersey, “The Queen of Beauty”, Kammy!Kammy walks up the steps and gets into the ring, smiling over at the nervous Harry. Kammy looks around seeing more items such as a vacuum, microwave, pillows, tables, chairs, and the infamous kitchen sink. The referee calls for the bell as we prepare to make history."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Harry and Kammy begin by grappling up. Harry irish whips her into the ropes, but Kammy hits a clothesline takedown. She picks him up and tosses him to the corner. Harry jumps up using the ropes for leverage, but Kammy isn’t falling for it. She grabs him and hits an atomic drop. While he’s bending down, she grabs him and hits a standing suplex. Finally it’s time for the good house keeping rules to apply. Kammy grabs a trash can in the corner and nails Harry right in the head. He staggers around, and then takes yet another shot, falling over and rolling to the outside of the ring as the fans begin to get heated up. Kammy gets outside the ring to follow him, and grabs a broom stick. She swings and connects to his back. Kammy drops the broom and grabs the frying pan, smashing it onto Harry’s spine. Harry falls to his knees and tries crawling away. Kammy grabs a toilet seat cover and smashes it onto his head, forcing it to sit around his neck. Kammy grabs the garbage can yet again and hits Harry in the cranium, making him dizzy and falling to the floor. Kammy grabs a can of whipped cream and sprays it over Harry’s face as the fans begin to laugh. She takes him and tosses him into the steel steps. She takes the trash can lid and smashes him over the head yet again. Kammy begins clearing the table on the outside, but Harry gets behind her and smashes her head down to the table. Harry then picks her up onto his shoulders, and drops her down through the table! Harry makes the cover on the outside.“1……….2…………..”Kammy gets her shoulder up in time. Harry then grabs the trash can and hits Kammy as she’s getting up. As she gets back up, he hits her again. Harry tosses her back into the ring and smacks her head into the ironing board. He takes her and tosses her hard into the corner, and she goes over the top rope and falls to the outside. Harry follows her to the outside, and grabs a bag of flour. He pours some into his hands, prepared to blind Kammy, but Kammy kicks his hand and the flour goes all over Harry’s face. Kammy then hits a DDT on the blinded Harry! She makes the cover.“1………..2…………”Harry rolls to his side before the three. Kammy picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. She begins to climb to the top of the turnbuckles. She leaps off going for a missile dropkick, but Harry moves out of the way and Kammy goes crashing to the mat. Harry gets up and grabs her by the legs, and turns her over into a boston crab. Kammy is writhing in pain as she tries reaching for the ropes, but she’s nowhere near. She begins screaming and squirming around on the mat, but there’s nothing she can do. She’s getting ready to tap…wait…who is that?? THAT’S CASEY JAMES!!! Casey jumps over the rail and slides into the ring. She takes the kitchen sink!! SHE JUST HIT HARRY WITH THE KITCHEN SINK!!!! Harry falls limp to the mat as Casey checks on Kammy. Harry’s bleeding from his head as he rolls to his sides. Kammy gets up to her feet as Casey leaves the ring giving Kammy a thumbs up. Kammy grabs a chair and walks over to Harry, and hits him hard in the back. She sets up the chair and sits Harry on top of it. She uses ropes to bind him to the chair so he cannot get away. Kammy looks into a bag and finds a tube of lip stick. She goes over to Harry and rubs it all over his lips as the fans cheer. Kammy takes an iron and hits it across his head as he falls backwards in the chair. The rope becomes loose and he gets out. Harry is crawling on the mat as Kammy uses a pot and hits him across the back. She swings again but Harry catches her arm and tosses her to the outside. Harry goes to the outside and takes the plunger and hits it across Kammy’s back. Kammy gets back up and staggers around as Harry hits her with the vacuum. He picks her back up and rolls her into the ring. He hooks her leg.“1………………2………………….”Kammy gets a shoulder up! Harry gets up and begins to stomp her as the fans boo. He picks her up and tosses her into the corner. He picks her up so she’s sitting on the top rope. Harry starts climbing the ropes for a superplex. OH NO! LOW BLOW BY KAMMY! Harry is on the top bending down as Kammy stands on the top rope; she leaps off…sunset flip…powerbomb!!! The fans cheer wildly as both competitors are down. Kammy rolls to her side, and uses the ropes to help her to her feet. Kammy is up to her feet and takes a second to catch her breath. She picks up Harry and puts his head under her arm as the fans cheer. She puts her head under his arm now, and lifts him up into the air. Only one place to go, but down. KAMMYPLEX!!! Kammy’s variation of a brainbuster hits the spot as she covers Harry.“1……………………2……………………..3!!!”Fink: Here is your winner, Kammy!!!Kammy rises to her feet holding her neck. She goes to the corner and climbs the ropes, raising her arms as the fans begin to cheer loudly. Harry sits up and realizes what has happened and begins hitting the mat in shame. Kammy gets back down and walks over to Harry. Harry looks very upset and prepared to strike. He swings at Kammy but she ducks…KAMMY KUTTER!! Harry is out cold as Kammy exits the ring and celebrates with the fans. The referee is trying to revive Harry as Kammy is shown slapping the hands of her fans.The camera quickly cuts backstage, revealing Todd Grisham who is standing by with none other than Mr. Kennedy.Grisham: Mister Kennedy, tonight you get what you've been dreaming for, for months; a match with an SNME Legend, Raven. Now, as you know, your match is scheduled as a barbwired ropes match. Are there any worries or regrets going into this thing?
Kennedy: Worries? Regrets? Todd, let me inform you of something, Mister Kennedy fears nothing and regrets less! Now, you're right, I have been waiting months to get my hands on Raven. And finally . . . FINALLY! . . . I get that chance. Raven, you've been in my sights for a long time, and tonight I finally get to live a dream of mine. I finally get the opportunity to defeat one of the greatest legends right there in that very ring tonight!
Grisham: Well, Mister Kennedy, what's next after Raven?
Kennedy: What's next? Haha. I think you all know what's next . . . The one thing that is missing from my list of accomplishments here in Saturday Night's Main Event . . . The World Heavyweight Championship. I had my chance before, and I fell short. So whether it be Angle . . . Or Sting . . . I want them both to know, that very soon . . . I will be getting my shot. And by Wrestle Fest . . . There will be a new World Heavyweight Champion. And his name is . . . Miiiiiiiiisssssssstttttteeeeeeerrrrrrrr Keeeeeeennnnnnnnneeeeeeddddddyyyyyyy!
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KENNEDY!Kennedy shoves the microphone into Todd's chest as he walks off. Raven is seen sitting in the boiler room. The darkness shrouds him, leaving an image that is haunting. He has a bush of barbwire in his hand, and his hand is bleeding slightly. Raven: I have not much to say about tonight, except that Ken Kennedy, better known as Ken Anderson, will bleed.The screen cuts out. vs. Raven vs. Mr. Kennedy (Grudge Match!) Stipulation Choices: 1) Barbwired Ropes 2) House of Fun 3) Match of A Thousand Tacks
"Turn up the Trouble" explodes onto the SNME Arena's speakers as Mr. Kennedy emerges from the tunnel. He looks down the ramp at the ring, which has been transformed into a barbed wire death trap. He stands still, staring at the razor-sharp barbs. After taking a look around the arena, all sign of nervous-ness and fear are cleansed from his face. He strides down the remaining portion of the ramp, and carefully slips underneath the dangerous ropes. Without missing a beat, he stops, planting his feet firmly in the middle of the ring. He rockets his right hand into the air, his head tilted back, his eyes closed.The signature old school microphone shoots down from the ceiling, but there's something wrong with it. Kennedy jumps back and screams in pain when the mic lands in his hand, coated in barbed wire! Kennedy runs around the ring, holding his right wrist, as his palm turns dark red.
"Choke" by Kazy hits the speakers with a pound, and out comes a smiling Raven. Wasting no time, Raven makes a mad dash for the ring, and this one is on!
The two collide in the center of the ring, throwing wild lefts and rights. Kennedy grabs the bck of Raven's head, and Raven returns the favor. WHAM! Hard right from Mr. Kennedy. WHAM! A returned right hand from Raven. Kennedy fires back with another hard right, as does Raven. Kennedy rears back for another shot, but Raven side steps him and shoves him toward the barbed wire! Kennedy gets his feet underneath him and stops himself just inches in front of the razor like barbs. Raven charges, and Kennedy sees it coming. He haults Raven with a stiff front kick to the mid section, and grabs him by the hair. Wth all of his might, Mr. Kennedy forces Raven's face towrd the wire! Raven can't hold himself with his legt strength alone, and is forced to put him hands on the barbed wire in order to protect his face. Raven cringes as his hands start to shake, blood seeping from in between his fingers.
Kennedy sees the oppurtunity, and takes it. He lets go of Raven's hair and backs up a step, before kicking Raven's right leg out from underneath him. He goes down on one knee, the barbed wire now just inches from his face. Kennedy takes another step back to measure him up, before firing off a sick front kick... But Raven counters! In the blink of an eye, Raven makes it to his feet and whips Kennedy into the barbed wire, back first. Kennedy screams in pain as he runs from the now even more blood drenched barbed wire, holding his back. Raven watches him run as he recovers, himseld. Kennedy stops dead, and charges at Raven once again, this time like a mean bag of elbows. WHAM! A solid shot connects on Raven's left temple. And another! And another! Raven is staggered, and Kennedy knows it.
He grabs his rocked opponent and picks him up before slamming him down hard on the mat. Kennedy wastes no time, marching over to the barbed wire ropes. He bends over, leaning on the rign post, trying to catch his breath. His back is torn to shreds, and the blood refuses to stop flowing. Kennedy tries to climbs the ropes by planting his hands on the post, and hopping up to the top. He gains his balance and launches himself through the air... Kenton Bomb!With the force fo the impact, Kennedy's blood is smeared all over Raven's body. Slowly but surely, Kennedy gets over to make the cover.
1..... 2..... Raven kicks out!
Kennedy can't believe it. He grabs Raven by the hair, wasting no time, and lifts him back up. He hoists Raven into the air, and drops him.... uh.... crotch first on the barbed wire! Raven screams in pain as Kennedy kicks the barbed wire upward again and again. Raven slips off of the barbed wire, as his shorts remain tangled on the barbs. Kennedy pulls Raven to the center of the ring, and goes for another cover.
1..... 2.... Kick out!
Kennedy sits straight up, staring off into the distance. Raven rolls over, attempting to stand. Kennedy turns around, watch, backing up to the barbed wire behind him. Raven stumbles forward, fallign hands first into the barbed wire. Kennedy launches himself across the ring, running as fast as he can.... But Raven sees it coming! He side steps Kennedy and flings his head downward. Kennedy's head goes in between the top and middle ropes, and he flips over. The ropes intertwine around his throat, and Kennedy is hang by his throat, suspened by only barbed wire! The barbs clearly stick in as the camera zooms out, watching from a distance. The referee runs over to the ropes and attempts to free Kennedy from his barbed wire noose. The blood begins leaking from Kennedy's throat at an alarming rate as his face turns purple, and his limbs fall limp at his sides. The referee turns around, and signals for the bell as the security team rushes out to help un-tangle Kennedy's throat.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 14, 2008 23:55:39 GMT -5
The camera quickly cuts backstage. We look on at a door that reads, "The Animal, Batista". The door slowly opens as the camera makes its way inside. Batista stands before the camera, his back facing us. He pulls on his elbow pads, positioning them just right. He then flexes his muscles in the mirror, chiseled like a marble statue. He slowly turns around, a big smile on his face. A knock comes at the door and Batista opens it. "The Game" Triple H stands there, his hand held out. Batista quickly shakes it, letting out a smile.Triple H: You ready?
Batista: Oh you know I'm ready. I've been waiting on this moment for a long . . . Long time.
Triple H: Haha.Batista shuts the lockeroom door as both he and Triple H begin to make their way down the hallway. The scene quickly opens, where Randy Orton stands before the camera. With a scowl across his face, he begins to speak.Orton: As many of you know, tonight I go one on one with "The Animal" Batista. Dave, we've had our good times . . . and we've had our bad times. We've been the best of friends and even the worst of enemies. You've been gone from the ring since Rumble in the Jungle 2007. Do you know what you're getting yourself into? Don't you remember what I've done? I am a Legend Killer, Dave. I don't just beat people . . . I end their careers! And after the stunts you've pulled over the last few weeks . . . I'm ready to hurt you, Dave. I'm ready to get you in that ring, one on one. Then . . . Then we will see just how much of a chance you really stand against me. And as for you fans . . . The legend of "The Animal" Batista will no longer exist after tonight . . . Orton remains staring into the camera. The look of hatred boiling in his eyes. The scene quickly fades out. vs. "The Animal" Batista vs. "Legend Killer" Randy Orton (Legend vs. Legend Killer!) Opponent Choices: 1) Triple H 2) Batista 3) Shawn MichaelsThe camera pans over to the stage, as the lights begin to dim. Howard Finkel takes his place in the ring, ready to announce the competitors of the next match.Blinding lights suddenly shine upon the stage, as Mercy Drive's "Burn in my Light" begins to play. The music suddenly rises in volume and blares through the arena. A chorus of boos is heard from the fans and "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton makes his way through the curtain. With a cocky smirk upon his face, Orton strolls out onto the stage. He stops, looking from left to right at the fans filling the sold out IZOD Center. He then raises his arms and looks up. A shower of golden sparks begins to fall behind him, radiating through the arena. As they stop falling, Orton slowly lowers his arms.Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Legend versus Legend Killer match. First, making his way to the ring . . . Hailing from St. Louis, Missouri . . . Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty five pounds and standing at six feet and five inches . . . He is "The Legend Killer" . . . Randy Orton!With that same cocky grin across his face, Orton begins to make his way down the ramp. Teenage girls begin to scream over his body, holding their hands out to touch him. Orton simply walks by them, avoiding their touch, as if he were better than them. He then walks by a little boy holding a Batista sign. Orton smiles at the kid, pointing to his sign. His smile suddenly turns into an evil frown. Orton snatches the sign from the young boy and begins tearing it into pieces. He then tosses the pieces in his face, laughing at the helpless child. The boy's father throws a punch, but Orton steps back to avoid it. Orton quickly jogs up the steps and enters the ring. He climbs to the middle rope, where he poses - his arms extended out and his head cocked back. Flashes go off from all around, capturing the pose. As he climbs down, his music is suddenly interrupted.
Saliva's "I Walk Alone" suddenly blares through the arena at a deafening volume. The crowd suddenly pops, going wild at the sound of the music. Through the curtain, "The Animal" Batista steps out. He looks as pumped as ever, yelling for some noise from the crowd. The crowd begins to get louder and louder, almost matching the sound of the music. He then stands center stage, flexing every muscle on his body. In time with the music, Batista suddenly lowers down. He suddenly begins doing the machine gun taunt as pyrotechnics begin to explode, shaking the very foundation of the arena. He then lifts up, letting out a yell as one last massive explosion goes off behind him. Smoke fills the arena as Batista stands on the stage.Howard Finkel: And the opponent . . . Making his one night return to the ring . . . Hailing from our nations capital, Washington, D.C. . . . He weighs in tonight at three-hundred and seventy five pounds . . . He stands at six feet and five inches . . . He is "The Animal" . . . Batista!Batista slowly begins to make his way down the ramp, looking right into the ring at Orton. Fans reach out, receiving a friendly high-five. He quickly high-fives a few more people at ringside and jogs right up the steps. As Batista steps into the ring, Orton quickly climbs out to avoid any pre-match confrontation. Batista goes to the corner, where he climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He raises his hands, posing for the crowd. With his arms and chest flexed, flashes begin to go off. Batista quickly climbs down, going to another corner. He does the exact same thing. After making it to all four corners, Batista takes his place in his corner and awaits Orton to step into the ring. As he does, the referee signals for the bell."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Orton looks across the ring at Batista, a sinister look across his face now, almost as if he were in a trance. Batista, motions Orton forward, daring him to make his move. Both men inch forward, slowly getting closer. They lock up! Orton tries to shove Batista back, but it is no good. "The Animal" is just too strong for Orton. With a quick shove, Batista sends Orton flying back, landing flat on his ass. Orton quickly gets up, charging at Batista. They lock up again . . . Orton goes flying back into the corner! Batista charges at him . . . Orton drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, as Batista connects with nothing. Orton reaches in, tripping Batista to the mat. Orton pulls him out.
Orton quickly takes Batista over to the ring post. He goes to slam Batista's head right into it . . . No! Batista puts his arm up, blocking it. Tista nails Orton in the gut with an elbow. He quickly slides Orton back into the ring. As Batista slides in, Orton is already up, driving the boots to Batista's back. Tista quickly grabs Orton by the ankles, flipping him backwards. Getting to his feet, Batista pulls Orton up. He whips him across the ring. Orton hits the ropes . . . Clothesline! Orton goes down hard. Batista makes a quick cover."One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Orton gets the shoulder up as quick as he can. Batista quickly gets back to his feet, pulling Orton up. He sends Orton into the ropes . . . Orton comes back, ducking a clothesline. He hits the ropes again, diving onto Batista with a Lou Thesz press! Orton begins delivering punch after punch to Batista, wearing away at him. Using his incredible strength, Batista suddenly shoves Orton off of him. Batista quickly gets to his feet, sending Orton into the ropes. Batista hits the ropes behind him. As both men come back at one another, Batista dives . . . Diving Shoulder Block! Orton goes down hard from the impact of Batista's shoulder slamming right into him.
As Orton pulls himself to his feet, Batista stalks him, awaiting Orton to turn around. Orton finally turns around, as Batista charges . . . Running Clothesline! Orton nearly flips over from the impact and goes down hard. "The Animal" is pumped up and motions for some noise from the crowd. As he pays no attention to Orton, he is quickly rolled up!"One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Batista kicks out as quick as he can. He quickly rolls to his feet, charging at Orton. Drop toe-hold! Batista falls forward, slamming right into the middle turnbuckle. Orton quickly charges into the corner, driving both knees into Batista's back. Orton pulls Batista into the center of the ring and begins stomping him while circling around him. Orton quickly hits the ropes behind him. He leaps into the air . . . Jumping knee drop, right onto Batista's back! Batista lets out a yell, showing that his back is in much pain. He then gets to his hands and knees, trying to get to his feet. Orton hits the ropes once more . . . Batista lifts up, catching Orton . . . Sidewalk Slam! The entire ring shakes with the impact and Batista slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Orton up, lifting him up onto his shoulder. Batista suddenly drives Orton's back into the turnbuckles. He backs up and charges again, driving Orton's back into the turnbuckles once more. Batista then turns around, running with Orton on his shoulders . . . Running Front Powerslam! The ring shakes with great impact once more and Batista goes for a quick cover."One . . . Two . . . Thr-KICKOUT!"Batista gets to his feet, pulling Orton up. He quickly whips him into the corner. Batista charges . . . Orton gets the boot up, nailing Batista in the face! Batista staggers away, his back turned to Orton. Randy quickly goes up behind Batista, Inverted Headlock Backbreaker! Batista goes down, holding his back once more. Orton rolls Batista onto his stomach and once more begins stomping away while circling him. Orton hits the ropes, jumping knee drop! Batista lets out a loud yell, showing the pain in his back once more. Orton slowly rolls Batista onto his back. He drops to the mat, locking in a chin lock. Orton wrenches away, and Batista slowly looks to be fading. The referee raises Batista's hand. He lets go, and it quickly falls. He raises Batista's hand once more. He lets it go . . . His hand once more falls to the mat. The referee raises it for the last time. He releases it . . .
Batista's hand suddenly shoots up and a burst of energy suddenly comes from out of nowhere. Batista reaches for the ropes with all he's got. He finally gets them and Orton is forced to break the hold. Batista slowly rolls to the edge of the apron, hoping to regain some energy. Orton hits the ropes. Baseball slide dropkick! Batista flies off the apron, slamming down onto the floor. Orton drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He pulls Batista to his feet. He whips him, sending him crashing into the crowd barricade back-first. Batista holds his back, but it does no good. Orton charges at him, driving his shoulder into Batista's mid-section, causing even more pain. Orton then whips Batista, sending his shoulder crashing right into the ring post. Batista falls to the ground, his body aching now.
Orton quickly pulls Batista up and slides him into the ring. Orton climbs onto the apron and waits for Batista to get to his feet. As Batista slowly begins to stand, Orton begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. Batista turns around . . . Orton leaps off, going for a cross body . . . Batista catches him! Batista lifts him up . . . Orton squirms free! Boot to the gut! DDT! Batista goes down! Orton slowly gets to his feet, stalking Batista. Orton motions for him to get up, readying his boot, to punt Batista's head in. Orton takes off . . . Batista jumps to his feet . . . Spine Buster! Spine Buster! Orton goes down hard, and Batista jumps up to his feet. Batista goes to the ropes, grabbing the top one with both hands. He quickly begins to violently shake the ropes, screaming. He slowly paces the ring, looking down at Orton. He then gives the thumbs up . . . And then then thumbs down! Batista pulls Orton up, positioning him. He wraps his arms around his waist. Batista lifts him up . . . No! Orton begins drilling Batista in the head with punches! Batista stumbles back, falling to the mat. Both men quickly get to their feet. Orton charges at Batista, who sends Orton crashing into the corner. Batista goes for the spear . . . Orton dives out of the way, throwing the referee right into it . . . Spear! Spear! Spear! The referee is, nearly broken in half now. Batista slowly stands up, as Orton stalks him. Batista turns around . . . RKO! RKO! The crowd is roaring with boos, angered that Orton pulled the referee into the spear and caught Batista off guard with the RKO. Orton slowly slides out of the ring, taking the time keeper's chair. Orton slides into the ring. Batista slowly stands up . . . BAM! Chairshot from Orton! Batista stumbles back, leaning on the ropes. But what's this!?!
Triple H comes dashing down the ramp, sledgehammer in hand. Orton drops the chair and begins to beg Triple H to leave him alone. As Triple H is about to drill Orton with the sledgehammer, he suddenly turns around, driving the head of the hammer right into Batista's mid-section. As Batista leans forward, Triple H slams the hammer down onto his back. The crowd has suddenly turned sour towards Triple H, tossing drinks and food at him. He quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Orton pulls Batista to his feet . . . RKO! RKO! Triple H slides the referee in, as Orton lays over Batista . . ."One! Two! Three!"
Styles: What in the hell is going on?
Owens: Finally! Finally we see the Triple H everyone really knows!"Burn in my Light" blares through the arena as Orton stands victorious. Batista slowly rolls out of the ring as Triple H stands at the top of the ramp. Orton points to Triple H, nodding his head. He then raises his hands in victory as cups and food wrappers come flying into the ring.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 15, 2008 0:04:27 GMT -5
We cut to a dark locker room where the man they call Sting sits. Sting sits at his mirror, staring deep into his eyes. He is already painted up. Only one thing is on his mind, the World Title. Sting stands up, and walks out of his locker room, and down the long hallway where his stand will be made. 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 wage war with the Icon Sting, for his gold. For HIS prize. 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. Saturday Night's Main Event: Behind Bars! Live! From Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington! 2/24/08 Everyone's attention slowly turns to the screen as a video package begins to play. An image of Sting wipes across the screen as "The End Has Come" by Ben Moody begins to play. The image of Sting is quickly overtaken by an image of Kurt Angle. He stands in the center of the ring, the World Heavyweight Championship held high.Took from me all that I had Left my soul and spirit dead Killing everything in me What is one use to be threeClips of Kurt Angle winning defeating Chris Jericho to win the World Heavyweight Championship are shown, followed by Sting, being shown after defeating five other men in a Hell in the Cell match to win the World Heavyweight Championship.Now to drive away the pain I'll destroy all I disdain I'll become what I despise Living someone else's life(Don't back down)Don't ever back down Don't ever turn around My end has come So now I come for youWe then see Sting being defeated in the ring by CM Punk, losing his World Heavyweight Championship. He sits in the corner, defeated. His eyes showing an obsession.Now obsession rules my mind This commotion makes me blind Searching out whoever lies Or has stolen away my lifeBut I'm already deadDon't ever back down Don't ever turn around My end has come So I come for youWe then see clips of events leading up to Summer Meltdown, where Sting challenged Kurt Angle for the World Heavyweight Championship . . . Only to fail!AHHHHHYou'd take my everything I'll take your tired breath I can't feel anything And I'd live to send you to your deathYour heart will break As might be just as quick Through your tortured expense () Cuz I won't back downWe then see clips of Night of Glory, where Angle stands in the ring with the World Heavyweight Championship. Exhausted from the match, Angle stands proud. But the lights begin to flicker and thunder booms through the arena, foreshadowing what is to come . . . The End!Don't ever back down Don't ever turn around My end has come So now I come for you(Don't back down)I'll drive you down I'll beat you to the ground My end has come So now I come for youDON'T BACK.. DOWN!The video comes to a close with both men standing in the ring, face to face . . . Neither man backing down.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 15, 2008 0:06:16 GMT -5
Main Event:vs. Kurt Angle vs. Sting (World Heavyweight Championship!) Stipulation Choices: 1) Submission 2) Special Guest Referee 3) No Holds BarredHoward Finkel: The following contest is the main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall. The winner will walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship. First, making his way to the ring . . . He is the special guest referee . . . "The Heart Break Kid" . . . Shawn Michaels!Following the sound of pounding drums, "Sexy Boy" suddenly blares through the arena. The thousands strong begin to go wild as one of their favorites makes his way out. The curtain suddenly slings open as Shawn Michaels prances out onto the stage. Dressed in the black and white referee shirt and black dress pants, Shawn dances across the stage, getting one hell of a reaction from the crowd. Shawn quickly begins prancing down the ramp, slapping hands here and there. As he reaches the middle of it he comes to a hault. He suddenly drops to his knees. With his head looking to the heavens and his arms held high, an array of pyrotechnics begins to shoot off behind him, going all the way across the stage. The shimmering golden pyro lingers in the air for a moment but quickly fades away. Shawn jumps to his feet, the smoke lingering through out the air. He quickly climbs up the steps and enters the ring. Holding off on the pose, Shawn takes his place in one of the corners and awaits the two competitors to make their entrance.HIM's "Passion's Killing Floor" blares through the arena, bringing the thousands upon thousands of fans to their feet. A blinding white light blares through the tunnel, almost taking everyone's sight away. A shadow is suddenly cast into the arena. It grows closer and closer, finally stepping through the curtain. The man known as Sting stands before the thousands that are slam-packed into the arena for this illustrious event. His face is painted to perfection. His coat sways as he walks. His bat is lowered to his side. Sting goes from one side of the stage to the other, pointing his black bat to the crowd. Each time he does so, they go wild, screaming their heads off. With no fear in him whatsoever, Sting begins to make his way down the ramp.Howard Finkel: First, making his way to the ring . . . He hails from Venice Beach, California . . . He stands at six feet and three inches . . . He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and fifty-two pounds . . . He is . . . "The Man Called" Sting!Sting slowly makes his way up the steps, the spotlights shinging down on him. He climbs into the ring, his eyes focused on one thing . . . Winning the World Heavyweight Championship. Sting drops the black bat to the outside, letting it hit the floor. He then pulls his coat off, handing it to a ring attendant. With all the gitters gone, Sting is ready . . .
With the lights dimmed, a familiar sound takes over the arena. Dale Oliver's "My Quest" begins to play, letting the fans know that the Undipsuted World Heavyweight Champion is on his way to the ring. From the stage, Angle rises up from below - smoke billowing out around him. He extends his arms - an American Flag draped over his shoulders. Angle looks around, thousands of fans chanting and cheering at him. Kurt lifts his arms up into the air, fingers raised, queuing a massive array of red, white, and blue pyrotechnics to explode up into the air behind him.Howard Finkel: Now, making his way to the ring . . . He is a former Olympic Gold Medalist . . . He is the current and longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion . . . He hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania . . . He stands at five feet and ten inches . . . He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-one pounds . . . Ladies and gentlemen . . . He is Kurt Angle!The World Heavyweight Championship is strapped around the Olympic Hero’s waist, its golden plate sitting against Angle’s Black singlet. Kurt strides down the ramp, his eyes always locked upon Sting. Angle unstraps the belt, and slides into the ring. Kurt quickly pops up, and spins around, arms spread out. The fans continue cheering as Kurt raises the title belt into the air, always staring down Sting. Kurt hands the World Title over to the referee, and takes off his gold medals. Angle hands them to a ring worker as Shawn takes his spot - center ring. Shawn quickly explains the rules to each man and shakes both of their hands. As he backs away, he calls for the bell . . ."Ding, Ding, Ding!"The rematch of the century is upon us as both men lock eyes. A cold, dark stare ensues between them, neither man bothering to blink. Angle suddenly lets out a small smile, as Sting does the same. Both men begin to circle, as if they were sharks ready to prey upon a bloody mess. Both men suddenly jolt forward, locking up. Each man pushes and shoves, showing their strength. Reaching deep down, Sting manages to shove Angle back into the corner. Shawn quickly breaks them up, staying right on top of things. Angle smiles at Sting, letting out a slight chuckle. He then inches towards him, ready to pounce. Kurt wraps his arms around Sting's waist, spinning around. Angle pulls Sting's legs out from under him and spins around to his neck. With his arms wrapped around Sting's neck, Angle applies more pressure. Sting begins to fight it. He tries to break Kurt's grip, but it is too tight. Sting, slowly begins to get leverage, getting one knee underneath him. Sting quickly gets his other knee under him. he stands up, Angle still latched onto his neck. Sting flisp him over, sending Angle crashing to the mat and letting go.
Kurt quickly rolls to his feet, getting right back on Sting. He locks in a side headlock. Sting uses his strength to shove him off, sending him into the ropes. Angle comes back, and Sting nails him with a shoulder block! Angle goes down but is back to his feet. The crowd is applauding both men for their effort as they begin to circle one another once more. Angle goes at Sting, Sting takes his arm, spinning around to lock him in a hammerlock. Sting twists Angle's arm, hoping to begin to wear down on it. Angle suddenly spins around, revesing it right into Sting. Angle does the same to Sting. Sting spins out, pulling Angle to him . . . Belly to belly! Angle hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Sting charges at him . . . Diving clothes-NO! Angle catches Sting! Belly to Belly! Angle begins to yell, pumping up the crowd, which is going insane at the moment. Sting slowly gets up and gives Angle a nod.
Both men slowly inch forward again, locking up for a third time. Each man pushes and shoves, displaying all of their strength. With neither man budging, they quickly break the hold and back away. Sting holds up his hands, motioning for a test of strength. Angle inches forwards, lockig hands with Sting. Angle gets the upperhand, twisting Sting's hands and grinding his knuckles. Sting is feeling the pain and quickly drops to his knees. As Angle is about to release his hands, Sting suddenly jolts with energy and strength. Sting gets to his feet, turning the tables on Angle. Angle begins to yell in pain, begging for Sting to release his hands. Sting releases him, kicking him right in the midsection. Sting sends Kurt into the corner, ramming chest first into the turnbuckle.
Sting takes off sprinting! Angle moves! Sting comes crashing down on the turnbuckles. He holds his midsection for a moment, bending over in the corner. Angle comes at him. Sting tosses him into the corner and begins to deliver shots. Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! right! Left! Right! Angle blocks a shot, and tosses Sting into the corner. Angle begins puttting the boots to the midsection, drilling Sting as hard as he can. He then begins to ram his shoulder into him, almost robbing Sting of the oxygen from within his lungs.
Shawn quickly gets in the middle to break things up. Kurt puts his hands up and backs off. He pretends to turn away but drills Sting in the midsection with one last boot. Angle whips Sting across the ring, sending him crashing into the opposite corner. Kurt charges . . . . Clothesline! Kurt begins pounding on Sting with lefts and rights, delivering blow after blow to the head. Sting gets his hands up, finally blocking Angle. Sting drills Kurt in the stomach with a knee, reversing the positions. Sting begins to throw punches and deliver knife edge chops. Angle shoves Sting back and begins to deliver knife edge chops right back to him. Chop after chop, Sting takes each one as if it were nothing. Kurt suddenly stops, looking at Sting for a moment. Sting flexes his muscles, showing Kurt that those chops did nothing. Sting begins to pound on his chest. Angle throws a left . . . Sting blocks! Angle is drilled in the jaw with a big left! Sting knees Angle in the gut . . . He hooks him . . . DDT! Sting plants Angle and the crowd is going wild. Sting rolls him over for a quick cover, as Shawn slides into position for the count."One . . . Two . . Kickout!"Kurt gets the shoulder up as quick as possible. Sting gets to his feet, pulling Angle up with him. Sting sends Angle across the ring with an Irish whip . . . Sting hits the ropes behind him. Kurt ducks a clothesline! They both hit opposite ropes. Sting dives at Angle! Angle catches him, gripping his hands around is waist . . . Belly to Belly! Angle pulls Sting to his feet, his hands still locked around his waist . . . Belly to Belly! Angle gets up, his grip as tight as ever. Belly to-NO! Sting headbutts Angle! Angle releases Sting, as he holds his head. Sting hits the ropes, coming back at Angle . . . Angle drops flat to the mat. Sting jumps over him. Angle gets up, ready to pounce. Sting hits the ropes again, coming at Angle . . . Angle dives for Sting's leg, grabbing hold of his ankle, but before he can get it locked in, Sting gets free and slides out of the ring. Angle jumps to his feet, yelling for Sting to get back in. Sting simply smirks at Angle, toying with him. Angle climbs out of the ring, as Sting slides in. Angle slides back in, and Sting climbs back out. Angle begins to stomp his feet, pissed at the mind games Sting is trying to play.
Angle rushes to the ropes, leaning over them to grab Sting's hair. Sting backs away, quickly avoiding Angle. As Angle turns away, Sting trips him, causing him to land flat on his face. Angle begins to slam his hands on the mat, but as he does so, Sting pulls him to the outside, He immediately begins drilling Angle with lefts and rights. He knees him in the midsection. Sting grabs Angles arm and sends him flying right into the steel steps. Angle collides with pure steel, slamming his shoulder. Sting rolls in to break Michaels count and quickly rolls back out. He pulls Angle up and slams his head on the ring apron. Angle stumbles back, leaning on the crowd barricade. Sting nails him across the back with a forearm and reaches up under him. he lifts Angle up-NO! Angle drills Sting in the face with an elbow. Sting drops Angle, and angle reaches up under him, lifting Sting up. He holds him up for a second and then slams him down onto the barricade. Sting falls onto the floor, holind his stomach. Michaels warns Angle of the count, so he slides in to break it and right back out. Angle pulls Sting up to his feet. Irish whip-NO! Sting reverses it, sending Angle crashing shoulder first into the steel ring post! Angle falls over, his shoulder aching. Sting reaches down, pulling Kurt up to his feet. Kurt, quickly thinking, falls back, pulling Sting right into the ring apron! Sting falls down, checking his head for blood. Angle slowly pulls himself up, rolling into the ring . . ."Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!"Before the count of ten, Sting manages to slide in. Each man pulls himself up, ready to keep the match going. Angle charges at Sting . . . Hip toss! Angle rolls to his feet, charging at Sting again . . . Armdrag! Angle gets back to his feet, charging once more at Sting . . . Clothesline! Angle stumbles back, falling into the corner. Sting sends Angle across the ring, slamming into the opposite turnbuckle. He suddenly takes off sprinting. Sting leaps . . . Stinger Splash! the crowd is going nuts, completely exploding. Sting backs up to the corner once more. he takes off running . . . Stinger Splash! The crowd pops once more and Sting lets out an, "Owwwwwwww!" He backs up to the corner for a third time, looking to nail three Stinger Splashes in a row. Sting takes off running . . . He leaps into the air . . . Angle catches him . . . Angle Slam! Angle Slam! Angle slowly lays his arm over Sting, going for the cover as Shawn slides into position."One . . . Two . . Kickout!"Sting kicks out! Angle looks to be in shock. He cannot believe Sting kicked out of that. Angle gets to his feet, putting the boots to Sting. Angle pulls Sting up. Get gets in position . . . Angle Sla-NO! Sting slides off of Angle's back! He hooks Angle! Scorpion Death Drop! Sting covers him! Shawn slides into position!"One! Two! Thr-No!"
Styles: Angle kicked out! Angle kicked out!
Owens: How in the hell are these guys kicking out?Sting slowly stands up, pulling Angle to his feet. Sting backs up and goes for a clothesline . . . Angle ducks, spinning Sting around. He locks his arms around Sting's waist . . . German Suplex! Angle rolls to his feet, his arms still locked tight around Sting. he lifts him up . . . German Suplex! Angle gets up once more, somehow still gripped onto Sting. He lifts him over his head, Release German Suplex! Sting crashes to the ground, worn down from the three German suplexes in a row. Angle slowly stands up and goes to the corner. He begins to climb the turnbuckles. He gets to the top, looking over his shoulder. Angle leaps off . . . Moonsault! Moonsault! Angle collapses on Sting, covering him . . .One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Sting manages to get the shouler up on time. Angle rolls off of Sting and simply lays there. Both men are gasping for air, desperately searching for something deep within them to continue on. As time seems to stop, Shawn begins the count . . ."One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"Both men slowly begin to crawl to opposite corners, hoping to pull themselves up. Angle begins to pull himself up as Sting does. Sting quickly looks over at Angle. He suddenly dashes out of his corner, leaping at Angle-No! Angle flips Sting up and over the ropes to the floor! Sting crashes down hard and seems out of it. Shawn tries to keep Kurt in the ring, but it does no good. Angle climbs out of the ring, where he pulls Sting up. he takes him over to the steel steps and slams his head right onto them. Angle backs Sting away from the steps and suddenly Irish whips him, sending his shoulder crashing right into them. The top half of the steps flies off, crashing to the ground. Angle slowly pulls Sting up, taking him over to the Spanish announce table. Angle slams Sting's head onto it and lets him fall to the floor. Angle pulls off the top of the table and begins to clear it. He pulls out both monitors, tossing them aside. He then lifts Sting up, positioning him. Angle spins . . . Angle Sla-No! Sting squirms free, rolling over the table. He slams Angle's head onto the table, causing him to stumble back. Sting jumps onto the table. He dives off, clotheslining Angle right on top of the top half of the steel steps!
Shawn simply doesn't bother to do the count out. He sits back in the corner, his feet propped up on the ropes, watching the action. Sting slowly pulls Angle up, slamming his head across the table. Sting rolls Angle onto the table, drilling him with shots to the head. Angle suddenly gets his hands up and begins to block Sting's punches. Angle delivers a stiff headbutt to Sting. Angle rolls off the table, drilling Sting with another headbutt. Angle slams Sting's head onto the table and rolls him onto it. Angle climbs onto the apron. He holds onto the top rope, springboarding off the bottom one . . . Springboard Moonsault! Angle comes crashing down on Sting, bringing the table collapsing to the ground. Shawn climbs out of the ring, checking on both men. They both tell him they want to continue, so he allows them to have time to get up. Angle slowly begins to crawl to the apron, using it to pull himself up. Sting slowly gets to his feet using the barricade, looking on at Angle, who slides into the ring.
Sting slowly rolls in, pulling himself up. Both men look on at the other, knowing that the end is nearing. One of them will win and one of them will lose. Who will it be? Sting and Angle charge at eachother. Sting goes for Angle's legs, tripping him onto his back. He goes for the Scorpion Deathlock! Angle uses his leg strength to shove Sting off. Angle manages to roll through, grabbing onto Sting's ankle. Angle Lock! Angle Lock! Sting drops to the mat, yelling in pain. Angle twists and twists, trying to break Sting's ankle. Sting begins to fight it, pulling himself to the ropes. He pulls and pulls, getting closer and closer. Angle stands up, pulling Sting to the center of the ring, but Sting won't let go! Sting has the ropes! Sting has the ropes! Shawn tells Angle to break the hold, but he won't do it. Shawn turns away, looking to walk off. He then turns around, shoving Angle off of Sting. Angle rolls to his feet, getting in Shawn's face. Shawn gets nose to nose, daring him to hit him. Shawn ducks as Sting nails Angle across the back. Sting bends him backwards, hooking his head. Scorpion Death Dro-No! Angle reverses . . . Angle Slam! Angle Slam! Sting and Angle fall to the ground, limp. Angle slowly crawls over to him, placing his arm over Sting. Shawn slowly slides into place for the count. He doesn't want it to end, but there is nothing he can do."One . . . Two . . . Three!"Angle slowly sits up, looking around at the round of applause the crowd is giving both him and Sting for their hell of a match. Sting slowly comes to his senses, realizing that he lost to Angle for the second time. Shawn quickly rolls out of the ring, grabbing the World Heavyweight Championship. As Angle still sits in the middle of the ring on his knees, the lights suddenly go out. The crowd begins to buzz, not knowing what it is . . . A countdown begins, but is suddenly interrupted by static. the countdown cuts off and the lights return to normal. Angle looks confused, but quickly blows it off. He stands up, as Shawn hands him his World Heavyweight Championship. Shawn raises Kurt's hand as "My Quest" blares through the arena. Kurt pulls his hand down, but Shawn snatches him around . . . Sweet Chin Music! Sweet Chin Music! Angle falls limp to the ground, almost lifeless. Michaels pulls off the referee shirt, tossing it behind him. He picks up the World Heavyweight Championship, staring deeply into it as if it has posessed him. He then looks down at Angle, no emotion expressed upon his face whatsoever. As Shawn remains staring, the crowd is quiet. The SNME logo slowly wipes across the stage, bringing Cyber Madness to a close.
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Post by jbp on Jan 15, 2008 0:21:13 GMT -5
Great show from top to bottom. I see me and you are finally facing, huh Blake? Cant wait. One thing I did not like. I know why the lights went out, and who it was for, but it was completely pointless, and served no purpose. Definitely should have been left out. Loved Kennedy getting his throat caught. Another great PPV. Definitely enjoyed it.
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Post by Thomas Daniels on Jan 15, 2008 1:22:17 GMT -5
Wow. I have to say, I am very impressed. These results are of a quality I've never seen before for an e-fed. By the way, i love the debut and cannot wait to get to kicking some ass this week. Congrats to all the champs, you guys did a good job. Thanks for those of you who put work into this PPV.
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Post by umanga on Jan 15, 2008 2:18:54 GMT -5
Best PPV ever. Results were fantastic. Glad Harry got his ass kicked.
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on Jan 15, 2008 8:23:49 GMT -5
Uhm, did I die?
W, great show. Stellar from beginning to end.
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Post by samx on Jan 15, 2008 11:37:49 GMT -5
Bow down to the king......bitches
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Post by harry on Jan 15, 2008 17:36:44 GMT -5
Best PPV ever. Results were fantastic. Glad Harry got his ass kicked. It's people like this who make me want to leave SNME. But I don't leave SNME just so I can prove them wrong. Anyway, Glad Amy got her ass handed to her by Trish. We need a Sam X/Roy rematch. Angle is Christ. the end.
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Post by "The Rated R Superstar" Edge on Jan 15, 2008 18:19:00 GMT -5
Aww fuck. Dragon is the better man. Congrats bro. Now if you will excuse me....
**Grabs a pitch fork and starts to chant FIX!!** (Roy should have one!) J/K. I understand why Blake chose Sam.
And yay! Trish won. But boo, I will get my (fine) ass handed to me by Emma.
Anywho, good show. HBK vs. Kurt looks awesome. If it is even a match 0.o.
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Post by "American Dragon" on Jan 15, 2008 20:10:54 GMT -5
Yay champion and number one contender, boo Proclamation!
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Post by "Scotty Flamingo" on Jan 15, 2008 20:51:02 GMT -5
It bothers me how thee was no clean winner in my match.
The work put into the show is obvious, not the best show but great matches.
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Post by "The Superbeast" Brandovirus on Jan 18, 2008 11:59:32 GMT -5
I liked the matches myself and agree about who should have won in my match. Don't get me wrong I knew I was going to lose because I know I never seem to win when it's more than one person, even if I rp my heart out. But whatever, it was a great show.
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