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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Aug 12, 2007 23:59:39 GMT -5
Dark Matches:vs. The Great Khali vs. Bobby LashleyThe match started with a staredown between the two Behemoths, before they entered an insuing struggle. In one impressive show of strength, Khali simply pushed Lashley with such force, he flew into the corner, slamming his back hard. Khali continued his assault, with no intent of stopping, by lifting Lashley, once again with a great show of power, high above his head. Lashley managed to squirm his way down, delivering a clubbing blow to the back of the Punjabi Punisher. But, to no avail. One hit being Lashley's only offensive shwoing, the Great Khali simply manhandled and destroyed Lashley, picking up the win after a thunderous chop to the head and a two-handed chokeslam. [6:35]vs. "The Samoan Bulldozer" Umaga vs. Stevie RichardsThe match started with Umaga's assinine yelling. As he completely charged full throttle at Stevie. Luckily, Stevie managed to move out of the way, delivering a well placed dropkick to the back of the head. The match continued to go back and forth, until the end was seemingly near. Umaga delivered a vicious Black Hole slam, sending Stevie flying around and crashing hard to the mat. Umaga picked him up, ready for the Spike, but Stevie quickly leaped in the air, delivering a perfectly timed Enziguri, followed by a dropkick, finished with a stiff Super Kick to the mouth of the Samoan Bulldozer, ensuring his victory. [8:57] Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TVLIVE! From The American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas!8/11/07A video package of some of SNME's greatest moments begins to play along with "To Be Loved" by Papa Roach. The video suddenly shatters as we are taken live into the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas! The camera searches through the sold out crowd as they cheer. The camera view changes and we are looking on at the stage where giant pyros begin to explode. Finally flames ignite the stage as the lights come on. We are then taken over to the broadcast table with Austin Owens and Joey Styles.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event! I'm Joey Styles . . .
Owens: And I'm Austin Owens! If last week didn't leave you questioning what was going on, then I don't know what the hell is wrong with you!
Styles: That's right! Last week, as we saw Kurt Angle take on Kennedy in the main event we were about to see Angle get the win. But, as he was about to get the pin, the lights went out, and then it was followed by thunder and lightning all through the arena.
Owens: Well people, last week was insane and full of surprises, but this week is gonna be off the hook! We've got Bill Goldberg coming to SNME for one night only, and who is he fighting?
Styles: Kennedy! . . . Kennedy! Haha, I've always wanted to do that.
Owens: Oh shut up, Joey! But yeah, but don't forget about the Diva's Tag Team Match. There are gonna be some gorgeous women in that ring tonight, giving it their all. Only if they were fighting for me . . .
Styles: Who would fight for you?
Owens: Shut your mouth, Joey! But like I said, tonight is gonna be crazy, so stay tuned! The camera quickly cuts to the back parking lot. A limousine pulls up under the awning, dropping off whoever is inside. As the camera looks on at the limousine, someone suddenly comes charging through the arena doors. Chris Jericho runs towards the limo, yelling and throwing his hands in the air. As he reaches the limousine he begins slamming his hands on the limo, demanding that the doors be opened.Jericho: Shawn, I know you're in there! You son of a bitch! Open the door!Jericho begins kicking the side of the limo, harder and harder each time.Jericho: Shawn . . . You left me hanging last week. This week, I'm getting an answer, if I have to beat it out of you!Jericho starts elbowing the glass, trying to bust the window. The limousine suddenly spins out, taking off from the parking lot. Jericho chases after it for a moment, but shortly stops. Jericho stares after the limousine, still pissed off that Shawn didn't come out. We cut to the backstage area, and are greeted by a pair of highly expensive leather dress shoes, walking with a pretty alarming pace down a cement hallway. The camera slowly pans up, and we are clued in to just who the person is by the Armoni suit, traveling all the way up, until we see his face. It's the World Heavyweight Champion, Kurt Angle. He looks in both directions as he walks, and he's obviously not in the greatest of moods. A man sitting at a desk watching a moniter takes off his head set as the champion taps him on the shoulder.Angle: Hey... Yea, you, stand up.The man places his head set on the table, pushes out his chair, and stands up. He motions to the keyboard and buttons on the desk as he stands up, silently implying that he has important work to do.Angle: What's your name, pal?Although the man wants to say something about his work, he doesn't, intimidated by the World Champion. He simply turns fully around, avoiding making eye contact with the Champ, out of fear.Worker: Uuh, it's uh, Rob Scott, sir.The Champion cracks a cocky smile, sensing the fear corsing through out the man's entire body. Angle stares into his eyes, knowing that the man won't look back at him.Angle: So you're the pyro guy, right? The guy who's been setting off all of this stupid lightning after my matches, huh?The man scratches his head, still avoiding any and all eye contact with the 6'1 Champion in front of him. He adjusts his collar before answering the question, obviously shaken.Worker: Actually Kurt, I haven't...The Champion doesn't let the man finish his sentence, and knocks him out cold with a solid punch right to the jaw! The pyro guy flies backward and whacks his head off of his desk, as the Champion applies the Ankle Lock to the unconcious man! Onlooking employees run to Kurt's side, begging him to stop, shouting at him to let go of the innocent man's Ankle, which is, judging by the angle it's turned at, obvisouly broken. One worker speaks up louder than the others.Onlooking worker: Kurt! Kurt! Let go! He hasn't been doing the lightning! Kurt! I said he hasn't been setting off the lightning effect!The Champion looks up at the other worker, and then down at the injured pyro guy, before taking one last look at the new informant. He drops the pyro guy's ankle, and it thumps to the floor, flailing around, broken and twisted. Angle is furious.Angle: What the hell do you mean, he hasn't been doing it!? He's the pyro guy!Onlooking worker: Mr. Angle, for the lightning effect, we need a certain delay and just the right timing to pull it off right. None of us pressed any buttons to set off any lightning, and we don't even have the proper equipment to do so.Kurt Angle's gaze goes past the man telling him the truth, and onto the wall behind him. The champion is now as frustrated as ever, as he picks up his belt and walks away. vs. John Bradshaw Layfield vs. Matt Hardy“OHHHH YEAAAAAA” yells over the arena as Matt Hardy bursts through the curtain, holding the V1 sign high above his head. Hardy storms down the ramp and rolls into the ring, drawing pops from the crowd every now and then. Matt stands on the ropes and holds the symbol up high until a bell begins ringing over the arena. JBL struts out onto the stage. JBL makes hiw way down to the ring, wearing his cowboy hat and warm up jacket, and never takes his eyes off Matt Hardy. Bradshaw steps into the ring and poses to the fans as the music cuts down. JBL takes off his jacket and hands it to the referee and the bell is rung!"Ding, Ding, Ding!"JBL and Hardy stalk each other, waiting for a lock up. They tie up, and JBL easily outpowers his opponent. Hardy is pushed back into the corner as JBL laughs at his strength. Hardy remains indifferent and gets back to his feet. JBL taunts him, and Hardy pounces on JBL like a wild dog! Matt Hardy clobbers Bradshaw with rights and lefts, knocking the sense right out of him. The ref has to tear Hardy off of JBL, who looks shocked out of his mind. JBL gets back to his feet, and charges Matt, who is standing in the corner. Matt sees this, and leaps over JBL’s head. Hardy leaps up and dropkicks JBL in the back! Bradshaw stumbles backwards, and Hardy rolls him up!“1….2…”Kickout! Hardy doesn’t mind and gets back to his feet. JBL rolls out of the ring to regain himself, but Matt hops the ropes and crashes onto JBL! The fans cheer at Matt’s dare devil move as he put his body on the line. Hardy struggles up to his feet and grabs Layfield by the hair. Matt lifts him to his feet, and slams JBL’s head on the barricade! Matt goes for another slams, but Bradshaw rakes the eye, and whips Matt into the stairs! Hardy crashes into the stairs with a sickening thud as steel meets flesh. JBL taunts the crowd, who boo him wildly, and walks over to Hardy. Bradshaw easily lifts Matt back up to his feet, and pushes him into the barricade. The ref is about to count to 8, but JBL rolls into the ring, then back out. Bradnshaw goes back over to Matt, and chops him on the chest once, twice, and a third time! Hardy’s chest is raw and red as JBL slides him back into the ring, and walks up the steps himself. Layfield steps into the ring and goes over to Hardy, but Matt springs up and begins pummeling in JBL’s chest with rights and lefts, backing the rich Texan up. Hardy manages his way back up to his feet, and tries to whip JBL. Bradshaw counters and whips Hardy instead, but the young Hardy springs back with a flying forearm! Hardy is on fire! JBL gets back up to his feet, but Hardy hits a DDT on him! Matt runs the ropes and drops an elbow on the big Texan! JBl struggles to his feet, but Matt Hardy helps him up, and chops him across the chest, returning the favor! Matt goes for the Side Effect, but JBL counters and slams him to the mat with a huge powerslam! JBL covers!“1…..2….”Hardy gets the shoulder up! JBL scowls at the ref, and begins to argue the count. He’s distracted, and doesn’t see Hardy crawl over and get him with the school boy!“1….2…”JBL kicks out! Matt grabs his hair in frustration, but only climbs up to the top rope, waiting for JBL to raise. As Layfield stands up, Hardy leaps off with a crossbody, but JBL catches him! Bradshaw gets ready, and throws Matt over his head with the Last Call! Hardy is slammed onto the mat, and skids across the ring, into the turnbuckle corner. JBL walks over to Matt and picks him up, then pushes him into the corner. Bradshaw starts driving elbows into Matt, and finally whips him across the ring so hard Matt collapses when he hits the turnbuckle. Bradshaw walks over to Hardy’s carcass and flips him over, then drops a leg over his throat! JBL covers.“1….2…”Matt gets the shoulder up! JBL looks pissed at the ref as he once again lifts Matt to his feet. Hardy surprises JBL and hits the Side Effect! Matt stumbles over to the turnbuckle and climbs up. “VEEEEEEE ONE AHHHHHHHH” Leg Drop off the top rope! Matt crashes down on JBL with such force that JBL thrashes on the canvas as Hardy quickly gets back up to his feet. He is signaling for the Twist of Fate! Matt snatches JBL’s head and goes for the twist, but Bradshaw pushes him off and against the ropes. Big Boot! Hardy is hoisted up to his feet, and JBL bounces off the ropes with the Clothesline from Hell! Matt is nearly decapitated as Bradshaw’s massive arm connects with his throat. Layfield covers.“1…..2…..3!”
Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD!Bradshaw raises his arms in triumph as he wins his return match here in SNME. We cut to a commercial break."No Chance" rings through the arena, bringing every fan to their feet booing. The curtain flies open as Vincent Kennedy McMahon steps through it. A man that just a few sohrt months ago at Wrestle Fest, these fans respected after his incredible match with Shawn Michaels, is now being booed through the doors. Vince struts around the stage, scowling at the many booing fans. He then makes his way down the ramp, doing his oh so famous one of a kind "Vince McMahon Strut". Vince slowly makes his way down the ramp and then up the stairs. He quickly enters the ring, where he is handed a microphone. Rather than waiting on the crowd to quiet down, Vince begins to speak.Vince McMahon: I'm sure you all know why I'm here tonight . . . After all, you did see what a certain individual did to me . . . Trying to kill me. And as usual, I have some business to tend to with this certain indivudual . . .Vince looks around, many of the fans yelling out, "Keeeeeeeeeeennnneeedddyyyy . . . . . . . . . Kennedy!" Vince sneers at them, yelling it at him every few seconds.Vince McMahon: Shut up dammit! Shut up! I'm not out here to waste my time on you people! I'm out here to conduct business! I'm out here to inform this certain individual, that tonight his career will be ended in this very ring! That's right . . . Kennedy! Your hopes . . . Your dreams . . . Your wishes . . . They will all be shattered right before your very eyes. And it is you people that get to watch! You'll get to watch the assassination of Ken Kennedy!
???: Hey Vince!Vince looks around, trying to spot where the voice was coming from. Vince then spots this certain individual on the screen, Mr. Kennedy.Kennedy: Yeah, up here Vinny! You like that? Me calling you Vinny . . . Haha, I got it from one of your good friends, Shawn Michaels. I always loved how he'd call you that, Vinny! Haha! Vince . . . I've heard just about everything there is to hear . . . You've claimed to have someone who is going to end my career? Well where is he? Oh, and by the way . . . Turn around!Vince turns around, Mr. Kennedy is standing right behind him. Vince swallows a lump in his throat, as he turns as white as a ghost. Kennedy stands there, smiling. Vince slowly begins to back away, placing his hands before him, hoping Kennedy will show him mercy.Vince McMahon: Come on . . . Show an old man some mercy, why don't ya'!Kennedt suddenly kicks Vince in the gut. He then pulls Vince onto his shoulder, where he begins to climb the turnbuckles. As he sits on the top one, pounding drums fill the arena. Vince slips off of Kennedy's shoulders and onto the apron. Kennedy grabs Vince by the back of his neck. Vince hits him right in the jaw, causing him to turn around. As he spins around . . . Spear! Spear! Spear! Kennedy crashes to the ground in shambles. And there, standing before him . . . The man . . . The myth . . . The legend . . . Bill Goldberg! Kennedy rolls in the corner, his ribs aching in pain from the spear he just received. Vince steps into the ring, handing the microphone to Goldberg.Goldberg: Kennedy! . . . . . . Your Next!Goldberg drops the microphone, the crowd going insane with boos and cheers. Vince holds Goldberg's hand high, showing Kennedy what the result of their match will be later on. The camera quickly cuts backstage, where Jeremy Borash is standing by with Randy Orton.Jeremy Borash: Randy, tonight you have a big match against Chris Jericho, one of the five men you went against in the Elimination Chamber. Are there any hard feelings between the two of you from the Elimination Chamber?
Randy: Jeremy . . . You're thinking about the past. While I . . . I'm looking towards the future! JB, it's really simple, actually. I don't give a damn about what happened in the Elimination Chamber. What happened that night is done and over with. A week ago, I sent out a challenge to someone for Summer Meltdown . . . Well, the person I challenged was Shawn Michaels . . . Unfortunately, Shawn is wrapped up in something with Jericho. Looks like Chris has some hard feelings about what Shawn did in the Elimination Chamber. So, since I can't challenge Shawn, I figured I'd send out another challenge . . . I figured I'd challenge a man who is pretty close to Shawn . . . A man who I fought last September in a scaffold match . . . Triple H! That's right, Hunter! I'm challenging you! So, if you're feeling up to it . . . I'll be in my lockeroom . . . Waiting!
???: You don't have to wait!Orton looks over as Triple H steps into view. From the main arena, the fans can be heard cheering. Triple H lets out a tiny smile, still staring at Orton.Triple H: Randy . . . You want a piece of me? Well . . . You've got it!Triple H shoves past Orton, laughing as he walks off. Orton then looks as if he were angered by Triple H's mockery.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Aug 13, 2007 0:20:14 GMT -5
vs. Tommy "Two Times" Cipriani vs. "Enigma" Zakk Moore Zakk Moore’s theme music roars throughout the arena as fans give a mixed reaction to the returning wrestler. Zakk walks through the curtain wearing a white wife beater and black jeans; he also has a purple and black glove that reaches his bicep. Zakk raises both arms; he thinks victory will be his. Moore walks down the ramp looking left and right at the mixed crowd. “The Enigma” gets to the bottom of the ramp and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Zakk gets up and faces the titan tron awaiting his opponent.Tommy Cipriani’s theme music hits the PA system as a dark figure emerges from the fog. Fans don’t know what to think it’s his debut. When the fog clears, it can be clearly seen that it is Tommy wearing black adidas pants with a white down each side and elbow pads. “The Sicilian Hitman” looks out at the crowd before strutting down the ramp. Once he gets halfway down the ramp Tommy Cipriani points at his opponent Zakk Moore and begins walking faster and faster until he starts running to the ring. Tommy gets down the ramp and stands right before the ring; he lifts his 250 pound body onto the apron pulling on the middle ropes. Zakk Moore goes for a cheap shot but the referee holds him back saying he will disqualify him if he does. Cipriani enters the ring and spins around in preparation for his match.“Ding, Ding, Ding!”The bell rings as both men circle each other in the middle of the ring. Zakk Moore goes attempts to tie up with his opponent but as he is about to go for the neck Tommy gets down and grabs hold of one of Zakk’s legs. Tommy lifts Zakk and throws him to the ground with a single leg spine buster. Tommy raises his arms to the fans liking, Zakk looks up at Tommy and quickly realizes his strength. Zakk goes back against the rope and runs after Tommy, Tommy ducks and Moore rolls over his back, as Tommy turns around he is met with a drop kick straight to his chest. Tommy falls back and leans against the bottom turn buckle. Zakk runs and falls attempting another drop kick, Tommy ducks and rolls out to the apron. As Zakk’s feet his the turnbuckle, Zakk gets up but Tommy beats him to it, left, right, left hook, right hook, with a strong combo Zakk falls back and leans against the turnbuckle in pain, Tommy climbs back into the ring and lifts Zakk onto the top turnbuckle, he hooks his arm around his head and climbs to the top turnbuckle with him… superplex, superplex! Both men lay in the middle of the ring, Tommy slowly gets up as Zakk remains on the ground. Tommy climbs to the top rope and executes one of his favorite moves the Sicilian Splash (Moonsault)! Tommy crawls to Zakk and covers his body… "1…2…2.9999999999999…. Zakk rolls his shoulder!"Tommy slowly gets up with the help of the ropes, Zakk is one his knees, Tommy tiredly walks over to Zakk and wraps one arm around his neck and one in between his legs and locks hands holding Zakk in a cradle, he lifts him up and slams him on his back with a cradle slam! Keeping him cradled he goes for the pin."1…2… Zakk breaks free from the cradle!"Zakk gets up before Tommy and hits a sitout jawbreaker bringing Tommy back down to the mat. Zakk covers Tommy."1…2… Tommy rolls the shoulder!"Zakk climbs on the top turnbuckle, but Tommy recovers, he throws Zakk off but Zakk rolls right through it and get up, he begins climbing the opposite turnbuckle facing away from Tommy. Tommy runs up behind him and wraps his arms behind his neck, hitting one of his signature techniques his own rear naked choke “Sleepin’ wit’ da’ fishes.” Zakk Moore falls back as he loses oxygen. Tommy takes the fall and keeps his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The ref raises Zakk’s arms once, it drops. Twice, it drops. Three times…………………
It drops!
Tommy releases his arms from Zakk’s neck and gets up. “Ding, Ding, Ding!” The ref raises Tommy’s arm as he celebrates in the ring. Tommy gets on his knees and raises his arms, his first victory in SNME. Zakk slowly recovers and gets up with the help of the turnbuckles. The referee quickly runs over to him and checks if he is ok, Zakk pushes the ref out of the ring and runs towards Tommy. Tommy turns around hits several punch combo’s, he lifts Zakk onto his shoulders like an F-5. Tommy spins him around like the F-5 but hooks his arms in mid air and lands on his knees like a pedigree. What move could that be?!?! Tommy gets back up as fans watch in awe! They begin to cheer as “The Sicilian Assassin” continues to celebrate in the ring.We look on at the SNME arena, waiting in anticipation for something to happen. The buzz about the fans is invigorating, almost as if they were on the edge of their seats, hoping for something to happen. Just as all hopw is about to fail, the sound of spitting echos through the arena. The smooth Caribbean sound of "Cool" begins to play as Carlito Caribbean Cool steps through the curtain. Carlito is dressed in khaki pants and his famous orange "Do You Spit? Or Do You Swallow?" shirt. Over his shoulder he carries something very dear to him, one half of the World Tag Team Championships. Just as he is about to go down the ramp Carlito looks back at the curtain. The curtain opens, revealing his tag team partner, John Cena. With his half of the World Tag Team Championships around his waist, Cena makes his way onto the ramp, his hands held high, knowing that he and Carlito are untouchable. Carlito tosses his apple, waiting for Cena to get beside him.
The two slowly begin to make their way down the ramp, the crowd booing their heads off, wishing Carlito and Cena would leave. With a smirk upon their faces, Carlito and Cena walk over to the steps. Cena quickly walks up them as Carlito mouths off to a fan, threatening to nail him across the face. The fans backs down, Carlito still in his face. Security asks Carlito to back down, and he finally does. Carlito quickly runs up the steps and enters the ring. He takes his place next to Cena, center of the ring. They both take their World Tag Team Championship belts and hold them high in the air, so that everyone in the arena, and everyone at home, can see them. As the boos keep rolling in both men lower their belts. Cena asks for a microphone, placing his belt over his shoulder.John Cena: Yeah, you people keep booing. I'll give ya' something else to boo about!The crowd erupts in even more boos, Cena now smiling because of it.John Cena: Haha! That's exactly what I like . . . The sound of the crowd booing because they don't like me. The truth is, you people think we hate it when you boo . . . But people like us, like me and Carlito . . . We love it. We love to hear you morons booing your heads off. It tells us we're doing a damn good job. But, so that I'm not wasting my time on you fools, lets get to the point. Now, if I'm not mistaken . . . At Highway To Hell, you people witnessed one hell of a beating, courtesy of John Cena and Carlito, The Baddest Damn Team You've Ever Seen! If I can recall correctly . . . Me and Carlito beat three other teams. That's right, three other teams! SNME management through three teams at us . . . And what happened? We beat 'em!As Cena is about to speak, the crowd begins booing once more, drowning out his voice. Carlito quickly asks for the microphone, looking to be pissed off.Carlito: You people shut the hell up! You hear me? Shut up! All of you! Now, you are going to show myself and John Cena some damn respect . . . Afterall, we have earned it. Saturday Night's Main Event has never witnessed a team such as Cena and I . . . A team so dominating, so punishing! SNME has thrown team after team at us . . . And what happens each time? We beat them! That's right, we beat them! Every damn team that has stood before us has been beaten! I don't give a damn how you look at it! Carlito and John Cena are the best tag team ever to step foot in an SNME ring, and as long as we're here . . . It's going to stay that way! Got it? Do you people understand? Do you guys in the back get it? Huh? Do you? Well, you damn well better! Since Rumble in the Jungle, Cena and I have held these belts . . . We defeated Paparazzi Productions to win them . . . Then, we took on Paparazzi Productions and the New Age Outlaws in a tables, ladders, and chairs match . . . Then we were forced to go against four other teams at Highway To Hell . . . Where have Cena and I been this whole time? On top! Never has a team almost defeated us! Never have we almost lost these titles! And dammit . . . I'm sick of not having any competiton! Carlito and John Cena are ready to fight a real team . . . We're ready for a real challenge . . . So, to all of you out there . . . No, not anyone in the SNME lockeroom. We've already beaten all of you . . . But to anyone else out there. To any other team who thinks they can stand a chance . . . We ask you . . . We CHALLENGE you! You think you can handle us? Put us to the test then . . .Carlito lowers the microphone from his mouth, beckoning on any takers . . . Static covers the screen as "Me Against The World" echos through the arena. Carlito and Cena looked dumbfounded, because they've never heard this music before. It seems as if they may have some new opponents to fight. Instead of someone coming out, two men appear on the titan tron. Their music fades away as they prepare to speak.Steve Spevak: Carlito . . . John Cena! You two want some competition?
Dan Spevak: Well you've got some!
Steve Spevak: You're looking at "Abandoned . . .
Dan Spevak: . . . Youth!"The image on the screen suddenly cuts off. Carlto and Cena remain looking at the screen as two men slide into the ring behind them. Carlito and Cena are suddenly attacked by the two men that were on screen, Steve and Dan Spevak! The four men brawl, dishing out kicks and punches. Carlito and Cena quickly duck some blows and slide out of the ring. With their World Tag Team Championships over their shoulders, Carlito and Cena make their way up the ramp, pointing and yelling.: Woah, woah, woah! Hold up for a damn minute!Carlito and Cena, along with the Spevaks look around at the stage. Standing there is Billy Gunn and Road Dogg.Gunn: Carlito Cena . . . Before you go and give these two idiots a title shot, you better let us handle them. Ya' see . . . Road Dogg and me have never had our one on one shot, that we rightfully deserve. So how about this . . . I propose that next week . . . You two idiots, Steve and Dan Spevak . . . Take on me and the Road Dogg to see just who in the hell gets to fight Carlito and Cena at Summer Meltdown!
Steve Spevak: Billy . . . You're on!"Me Against The World" begins to play once more as the camera fades away. vs. Kammy & Amy Weber vs. Victoria & Hott Stuff(Diva's Tag Team Match) Finkel: This match is a Tag Team Match and is for one fall, already in the ring the Team of Kammy and Amy Weber and the other of Hott Stuff and Victoria.Kammy and Stuff start the match as they lock on. Kammy pushes Stuff down, and knees her in the gut. She picks her back up and kicks her in the head. Stuff falls as the gets on top of her and lays punches to her face, as she then picks her up and whips her into the buckle. Kammy kicks her in the gut as she falls. Kammy races toward the other side of the ring and hits Victoria. She falls, as Kammy rushes Hot Stuff and hits a Bronco Buster. She tags in Weber, as Weber pulls her to the middle of the ring."1.........2......"Stuff kicks out, as she kicks her in the face. Weber picks her up but Stuff pushes her down and dropkicks her. She pulls up Weber and sticks her up in the air with a suplex. It connects as she motions at Kammy. Kammy runs in and smacks Hot Stuff, as the Referee puts Kammy back in her corner. Stuff tags in Victoria as she races over to Weber and picks her up, and nails a Spike DDT, and a pin"1.........2......."Weber kicks out as she crawls over to Kammy, but Victoria stomps on her back. She pulls her over, but Weber kicks her and races over to tag Kammy. Kammy runs in and clotheslines Victoria, then hits a Hurricaranna on Stuff. Victoria punches Kammy but she dodges and kicks her out from her legs. As Weber runs in and runs over Stuff they both flip over the ropes. Kammy picks up the woozy Victoria and hits the Kammy Cutter, then pins"1........2........3" Finkel: Here are your winners, Kammy and Amy Weber.Weber walks over to Kammy as they both raise there arms, Kammy's title over her shoulder. Hott Stuff looks up from outside, as Victoria lays in the ring as we cut to the back.“Miseria Cantare” rips over the arena as CM punk walks out onto the ramp, Kammy following her man. Punk walks down the ramp, confident in himself. Punk slides into the ring and waits for Kammy to walk in. Punk calls for a microphone and is handed one promptly by a worker. Punk brings the mic up to his lips, and begins to speak.Punk: Last week, I got challenged by a man who claims to be the New Phenomenon. Sam X, as you may know him. You see, X challenged me to a match at Summer Meltdown for this Intercontinental Championship. I have thought long and hard about this, and Sam here is my answer. You need to prove yourself worthy of this title. Until then, my answer is …..“Suffocate” blares over the arena as Sam X rips through the curtain, a look of anger on his face. Sam walks to the ring, and immediately slides in. He rips the mic away from Punk and begins to speak.Sam: Prove myself huh? How many god damn people do I have to maul, to get my shot at that title Punk? You know I am more than qualified for that title Punk. Why don’t you put your money where your damn mouth is. Punk: Sam, prove yourself. I will hold my ground until you show me why you want thi….Just as Punk is about to finish, Sam grabs Punk by the collar of his shirt, and gets in his face. Punk looks angrily at Sam as X begins shoving him into the ropes. Just as they are going to explode, Teddy Long begins hollering on the mic.Long: HOLD IT PLAYAS! There will be no fighting , ya hear? Sam, I agree with you, you are more then worthy for a title shot, but you need to keep your cool playa. So, at Summer Meltdown, it is going to be…..“Just Close Your Eyes” by Waterproof Blonde plays over the arena and the fans begin to look around in excitement. Just then, a familiar voice begins talking over the arena.: Up here, Sam . . .Joey Leone’s face appears on the titan tron and the fans go nuts. Sam looks as if he has seen a ghost. Punk remains indifferent.Leone: Kind of shocking, isn't it? Seeing my face up here, on the screen . . . Well Sam, I've been gone for far too long. It was you who put me on the shelf, and it is you I'm after. But . . . If it means having to go through the both of you, and getting some gold on the side . . . I'm all for it! But I don't just want you in that ring Sam . . . Oh no, I want you somewhere, where you can't escape!Long: Hold it playa! I got an idea. At Summer Meltdown, there will be a triple threat match for that Intercontinental Championship. CM Punk versus Sam X versus Joey Leone! And Joey, I won’t deny you your revenge, so this match will be taking place in a STEEL CAGE! Dig that playa'!Leone smirks on the titan tron as Sam begins grabbing his hair furiously. Punk is being calmed by Kammy, as we cut to a commercial break. vs. vs. vs. Brandovirus vs. Antonio Maith vs. Tank Terror vs. Chris Masters(Fatal Four Way Match: Winner Faces Kane At Summer Meltdown For The Custom Championship)Finkel: This next match is a four way battle royal and the winner faces Kane at Summer meltdown for the Number on Contendership, first of making his way to the ring, he is the "Black Jesus" ACM.Lasers begin to point out into the arena as ACM enters from the curtain. He is wearing a black hoodie with ACM written on the side of it. He walks to the ring, as he smirks at some fans. He slides in the ring and runs in circles. He takes off his hoodie and hands it to a man outside, and then hops onto a turnbuckle. He poses in a "X" motion, as he hops down.Finkel: His opponent, hailing from LA, California, he is "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters.Masters music plays as we see him kneeling down. He then pops up, and throws off his cape, as he looks around and flex's with the beat. He struts down the ramp, as he flex's more on the way down. He climbs the steps, as he enters the ring, and gets face to face with ACM, as ACM smirks so does Masters.Finkel: His opponent, hailing from the Depths of Hell, he is "The Superbeast" Brandovirus.Brandovirus comes through the curtains and raises his arms as fire goes up from the ramp. He walks down it as ACM and Masters look ready. Brando slides in as ACM and Master rush over and begin to punch and kick him. Brando is flat down as ACM lays blows to the back of his head, and Masters lays knees into his back. Brando gets up and nails punches to the two making Masters fall back. ACM charges but Brando flips him over the ropes. Brando poses as, "Running with the Devil" plays across the arena. Brando turns his attention to the ramp. Tank Terror walks out wearing MMA gloves and Black shorts. He walks slowly toward the ring as Brando motions to bring it. Tank makes it and slides into the ring as he pops up. Brando faces off with him as the go face to face. Brando being the taller of the two. But then Masters rushes the them but Brando and Tank both latch onto his neck and Double Choke slam him. Tank stares down once again with Brando as Tank throws a punch then Brando then Tank. They exchange punches as the fans go wild. Tank whips Brando off of the ropes as Brando dodges a boot, and then hits a boot to Tank. Tank moves a bit, but doesn't fall down. Brando runs back and goes for a Clothesline, but Tank instead catches his arm and puts him in a arm bar. But ACM flys off the buckle onto Tank. He falls back a little, as ACM begins to nail Brando. He dropkicks his legs as Brando falls down. He kicks at him, as Tank rushes ACM from the back and picks him up. He throws him over the ropes, as ACM flys onto the barricade. As Masters rushes Tank from the back. Tank catches him, and picks him up, then a Gorilla press slam. Then a pin"1..............2..........."Brando breaks up the pin, as he throws punches at the back of Tank. Tank locks onto Brando though, as the both fight to see who is stronger. Tank pushes Brando down as Brando looks stunned. ACM slides in and punches Tank in the face and lays blows at him. He puts him between his arm and goes for a Spike DDT but Tank lifts him up and throws him at Brando, and instead he latches onto Brando and hits a Spike DDT. ACM quickly gets up but gets pounded down by Tank. Masters kicks Tank in the knee but Brando hits Masters from behind as Tank lifts him and throws him over the ropes. Brando runs at Tank, as Tank falls into the ropes. He grabs Tanks neck going for a choke slam, but Tank kicks him in the gut, and then grabs Brando's neck. But Brando kicks out. Brando picks him up on his shoulders going for the InFeCtIoN, but Tank gets out and throws Brando against the ropes and Boots him. Brando looks out of it as Tank whips across the back of Brando and hits him in the back with the "Overdrive". Brando falls down, spread out. ACM runs at Tank knocking him in the corner. As he runs at Brando for a pin"1..............2........"Brando kicks out, as Tank grabs ACM by his neck. He lifts him up and throws him outside. Tank slides out, he and ACM exchange punches with ACM gaining the advantage. He runs at Tank but Tank boots him in the face. He picks up ACM's lifeless body, and places it on the announcers tables. He goes under the ring and gets lout a table and sets it up. He places ACM on it, but Brando slides out and exchanges punches with Tank once again. Brando knocks Tank back, but Tank lifts him up with both arms and slams him down. ACM is up and flys off the table but Tank catches him and power bombs him through the table. ACM falls with a thud, as Tank slides back in the ring. Masters is in it already as he battles with Masters, he throws him at the ropes, but Tank takes both fist and throws them at masters face at the same time. Masters falls back, as Brando slides in, he throws Tank into the corner and boots him into the face. He lays in the corner as the Brando faces Masters. Masters slides him back putting on the Masterlock. Brando breaks it, but Tank comes up and spears the crap out of him! Masters turns around, and Tank hits the Terror Driver on him! Tank covers!"1...........2.........3"
Finkel: Here is your winner, Tank TerrorTank throws up both arms as he slides out of the ring. He continues up the ramp as the camera focuses on Masters on the mat, eyes closed. As ACM is still out through the table, and Brando sitting up can't believing what just happen. Tank throws up his arms and we cut to a commercial break.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Aug 13, 2007 0:24:33 GMT -5
We're backstage again, and Kurt Angle is walking with a purpose. He eyes up everybody he passes, paranoid of each and every person he walks by. Alex Shelley sees the Champion out of the corner of his eye, and turns his head quickly. Angle notices, and thinks it's suspicious. He approaches Shelley, who still isn't looking at him.Angle: Hey kid, what's your problem? You have something to hide?Shelley slowly turns around, cursing himself for getting the Champ's attention. He looks down at Angle's shoes, then at the Campionship belt on his shoulder.Angle: I said do you have a problem. You're sitting over here all shady, you got something to hide? Huh!?Shelley: No, sir. I'm just hanging out here, watching the show.Angle looks at him dead in the eye, not saying a word. Shelley is obviously nervous, lookig at the ground again. He shuffles his feet.Angle: You were waiting for me to go out tothe ring again weren't you? so you could do that stupid lightning stuff? Right? You little punk!The champ rears back, and punches Shelley across the face, sending him down. Angle grabs him by the hair, and bashes his face off of the concrete wall beside him. He turns Shelley around, grabs him by the waist, and belly to belly suplexes him through the catering table! Food goes flying all over the place, and Shelley lays in a broken heap. Security runs from off screen, and covers Shelley, protecting him.Security guard: What the hell is wrong with you?! He's not setting off the lightning, jesus christ, he doesn't even know how to use the pyro tables!Kurt Angle freaks out, and grabs the security guard by the hair. He picks him up, and slams him on the concrete with the Angle Slam! Another member of security team stands up lightning quick, tries to tackle Angle down, but gets belley to belly suplexed instead! The rest of the team backs off as the Champ picks up his World Title, and screams as he heads to the ring area. We cut to the locker room where Ken Kennedy stands. Kennedy grabs his elbow pads and slowly slides them both on. Kennedy stretches his arms out, then exits his locker room.
We then cut to the interview area where Vince McMahon and Goldberg are standing by with Jeremy Borash.Borash: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with Vince McMahon, and Ken Kennedy's opponent in just a few moments, Bill Goldberg! Now Bill, after being out of action for almost four years . . . How does it feel stepping back into that ring?
Goldberg: How does it feel? I'll tell you exactly how it feels, Borash! Being in exhile for almost four years has been nothing. You think I'm rusty? you think I'm not ready to get back into the ring? Well, you're all wrong! Bill Goldberg may have been in exhile for four years, but that doesn't mean I wasn't in training for every last day of it! And as for Kennedy . . . I hope you've written out your will, and said your goodbyes . . . Because tonight, you're not coming back!Golberg shoves Borash out of the way, sending him into the fence behind them. Vince then follows behind Goldberg, watching his personal assassin. vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. "NHBWO Original" Bill Goldberg(Vince McMahon's Choice!)“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeddddddyyyyyyyyyy!!!!”Instead of the usual booing, there are cheers coming from the crowd. Kennedy's music hits as he tears open the curtain and makes his way onto the stage, smiling and looking very confident in his chances. He paces down the ramp and rolls into the ring. The lights dim and a microphone is slowly lowered from the ceiling. A single spotlight shines down on him.Ken Kennedy: Introducing the first competitor, from Green Bay, Wisconsin and weighing in tonight at a total of two-hundred and forty-four pounds, MISTEEEEEEERRRRRR KENNEDY………………Fans cheer so loud that Kennedy can’t hear himself. When the fan quiet down, Kennedy restarts.Ken Kennedy: MISTEEEERRRRRRRRRRR KENNEDY……………… KENNEDY!Just as Kennedy cuts off, the sound of drums pounding is heard. The entire arena begins to shake, almost as if an army were marching. "Invasion" roars through the arena as chants begin to fill the arena."Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg!"From the tron, a lockeroom door is shown. The door is suddenlt kicked open. The security line the outside of the door as the man, the myth, the legend . . . Bill Goldberg storms through te doorway. He paces the halls, his boots echoing in the distance. Through the small corridors, the chants of "Goldberg!" can be heard. Vince follows close behind Goldberg, yelling for him to destroy, demolish, decimate Kennedy! As Goldberg enters the black tarps, nearing closer and closer to the stage, the view switches to the arena, showing the stage. Sparks suddenly erupt from both sides, Goldberg standing behind them, his head placed in them. the sparks surround his head, not burning him a single bit. The sparks then stop, Goldberg standing there, staring down at the floor. He then looks up, smoke billowing from his nose. He then begins to throw kicks and punches, preparing himself for his match. Goldberg then jolts his arms into the air, and explosion of sparks going off behind him, scaring Vince to death as he follows him. Goldberg slowly makes his way down the ramp. He then sprints up the stairs, stepping into the ring through the top and middle ropes.
Kennedy remains in his corner, allowing Goldberg his time. Goldberg climbs the turnbuckle, looking out over the thousands, chanting his name. He then smirks, looking back at Kennedy who seems to be a little intimidated by the chanting of "Goldberg!" throughout the arena. As Goldberg climbs down, "Invasion" fades away from the speakers. The crowd slowly quiets down, stopping their chants. Kennedy shakes off his prematch jitters, getting every bit of nervousness out before the bell sounds. Referee Shontz motions for the bell, beginning the match."Ding, Ding, Ding!"The bell sounds and both men slowly inch forwards. Goldberg flexes his massive muscles, trying to intimidate Kennedy. But Kennedy doesn't back down. instead, he motions Goldberg forward, daring him to come at him. The two men suddenly lock up, pushing and shoving like massive bulls. Goldberg suddenly pushes with all his power. Kennedy goes flying back into the corner, landing right on his ass. the crowd erupts, Goldberg flexing his muscles once more.
Kennedy reaches behind him, using the ropes to pull himself up. He then wipes the nervous sweat from his forehead and charges forward. Goldberg tries to lock up, but Kennedy begins swinging, trying to connect with Goldberg as many times as possible, as hard as he can. After taking more than just a few shots from Kennedy, Goldberg begins firing back. He delivers a hard uppercut, sending Kennedy rocking back. Kennedy hits the ropes, charging at Goldberg. Goldberg stands there . . . Shoulder block!
Kennedy goes down hard, hitting the back of his head on the mat. Wasting no time, Goldberg snatches Kennedy up, and begins delivering body shot after body shot. Kennedy takes each shot, backing further and further towards the corner. As Kennedy is backed into the corner, Goldberg suddenly unleashes on him, drilling him over and over with his most powerful shots. Kennedy lays back in the corner, almost limp. Shontz pushes Goldberg back, demanding that he back off, to allow Kennedy to get out of the corner. Goldberg backs off, laughing at Kennedy in the corner.
Kennedy slowly catches his breath. He then charges, full speed out of the corner. Before Goldberg can take action, Kennedy pummels him to the ground, drilling him in the face with hard lefts and rights. After taking blow after blow, Goldberg shoves Kennedy off. Kennedy hits the ropes, shooting back at Golbderg who quickly stood up. Clothesline! Goldberg stumbles back a little, staggering around. Kennedy hits the ropes again . . . Clothesline! Goldberg is still standing, taking whatever Kennedy has to offer. Kennedy hits the ropes again . . . He leaps at Goldberg for a cross body, but no! goldberg catches him in mid-air. After crashing Kennedy's ribs down onto his knee a few times, Goldberg takes off . . . Bodyslam! Kennedy bounces off the mat, Goldberg going for a quick cover."1 . . . 2 . . ."Kennedy kicks out! Goldberg quickly stands up, pulling Kenedy up with him. He then whips Kennedy off the ropes. Kennedy fires back at him, ducking clothesline from Goldberg. Kennedy hits the opposite ropes . . . Diving Clothesline! Goldberg staggers back, falling to the ground! Finally Kennedy has taken Goldberg down! Kennedy jumps up, putting the boots to Goldberg. Kennedy stomps and stomps, but his boot is quickly grabbed hold of. Goldberg shoves Kennedy back, sending him to the ground.
Goldberg quickly pulls himself up, eyeing Kennedy in the corner. Kennedy restes his head on the turnbuckle, catching his breath. But in the opposite corner, Goldberg is stalking him, eyeing him, ready to pounce for the spear. Kennedy slowly turns around . . . Goldberg spints across the ring! Kennedy jumps over him! Goldberg stops before slamming his shoulder into the ring post. Kennedy quickly rolls him up!"1 . . . 2 . . ."Goldberg powers out, sending Kennedy into the air. As Goldberg begins to get up, Kennedy dives on him, catching him across the back with a double axe-handle. Goldberg falls flat to the ground, taking more blows from Kennedy. Kennedy stands up, backing away.Goldberg slowly stands up, Kennedy running at him . . . Goldberg lifts him up onto his shoulder . . . Running Powerslam! The ring shakes, Kennedy holding his back from the impact. Goldberg makes a cover!"1 . . . 2 . . . 2.99!"Kennedy lifts his shoulder just in time, narrowly escaping a loss. Goldberg slams his hands on the mat, now angered that Kennedy won't go down very easily. Goldberg stands up, yelling for Kennedy.Goldberg: Get up, you little punk!Kennedy slowly stands up, still catching his breath after that huge powerslam. Kennedy slowly staggers back, leaning against the ropes. Goldberg charges for a clothesline . . . .Kennedy ducks, sending Goldberg up and over the ropes to the floor! Goldberg hits the floor with a thud, Vince quickly running to his side. Vince begins to pull him up, yelling at him.Vince: Get up! You hear me? Get your ass in there and finish the job! Now, dammit!Vince rolls Goldberg into the ring, where Kennedy pounces on him, throwing punch after punch. Kennedy pulls Goldberg up. He then sets him up for a DDT. Kennedy goes for it . . . No! Goldberg shoves Kennedy off, causing him to hit the mat hard. Goldberg snatches Kennedy up. Goldberg sets him up for what looks to be the end. He lifts Kennedy up, ready for the Jackhammer. but no! Kennedy begins squirming, flipping over Goldberg's head! Kennedy shoves Goldberg into the corner, causing him to hit his chest hard. Kennedy then backs up into the opposite corner, pulling his knee pads down, so that he can drive them into Goldberg's back. As Kennedy is about to take off, Vince grabs his foot. Shontz sees this and quickly gets out of the ring. He begins arguing with Vince, telling him to go to the back. As Shontz yells at Vince, Kennedy mocks him, making a joke out of Vince. But what he didn't notice was Goldberg stalking him . . . Kennedy slowly turns around . . . Spear! Spear! Spear! Kennedy is broken in half and Goldberg drags him to the center of the ring. Goldberg makes the cover . . . But it does no good. Shontz is too busy on the outside arguing with Vince. After what could have been a ten count, Goldberg breaks the pin. He then goes to the ropes yelling at Vince to go away. Vince slowly begins to head up the ramp as Shontz is about to get into the ring. As Goldberg pays no attention, Kennedy pulls something from inside of his boot . . . A steal pipe! Goldberg turns around . . . Pipe shot! Kennedy drills Goldberg in the head with the pipe! Goldberg falls limp and Kennedy tosses the pipe outside the ring. He then proceeds to the top rope. He looks down at Goldberg, smiling. Kennedy leaps off . . . Kenton Bomb! Kennedy goes for the cover . . .". . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 2.99!"Goldberg kicks out! Goldberg kicks out! Kennedy is in complete shock! He looks down at Goldberg, pissed off that he kicked out. Kennedy then pulls Goldberg up, tossing him out of the ring. Kennedy quickly follows him out, where they both begin brawling, dishing out punches, one after the other. But what they fail to realize is that Shontz is in the ring, giving them the count of ten to get back in."1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4!"Golbderg slams Kennedy headfirst onto the apron. He then whips Kennedy into the security wall. Kennedy holds his back, the pain throbbing throughout his body. But in front of him Goldberg stalks him . . ."5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . ."Goldberg suddenly takes off, charging at Kennedy. Kennedy leaps out of the way . . . Goldberg spears the security wall, going straight through it, breaking it. Kennedy quickly slides into the ring as Goldberg lay amidst the crowd, knocked out." . . . 8 . . . 9 . . . 10!Shontz calls for the bell! Kennedy stands up, his music roaring through the arena. With sweat pouring down his face he begins to smile, happy that he escaped defeat in one hell of a battle. Kennedy stands up, Shontz raising his hand. Kennedy leans on the ropes, reluctant for the match to be over, so that he can catch his breath. On the outside, medical personnel try to tend to Goldberg. However, he shoves them off, yelling at them to leave him alone. Goldberg slowly pulls himself up, blood trickling down his face, from a gash on his head, when he hit the security wall. Kennedy and Goldberg lock eyes, knowing that this still could have gone longer and harder, until a real victor was named. As Shontz raises Kennedy's hand once more . . . Low blow! Vince McMahon has low blowed Kennedy from behind!
Kennedy drops to his knees, Vince standing behind him. But he has something in his hand . . . The steal pipe! Vince suddenly swings the pipe, bringing it crashing down across the top of Kennedy's head. Blood begins to pour, as a huge gash is formed. Goldberg slides into the ring, Vince already commanding him. Vince quickly slides out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside. He then climbs back in, yelling something to Goldberg. Vince tosses the chair in the center of the ring. Vince then pulls Kennedy up, placing him in the corner. Goldberg charges . . . Spear! Spear! Spear! Kennedy falls limp, so much damage being done to his ribs. But that isn't all . . . Vince orders Goldberg for something else. Goldberg pulls Kennedy up, placing his head under his arm. Goldberg then effortlessly lifts Kennedy up. He then brings him crashing down onto the chair . . . Jackhammer!
Security guards suddenly rush the ring, pushing Goldberg and Vince back. Medical personnel quickly enter the ring, taking Kennedy out of harm's way. As the tend to Kennedy we quickly cut to commercial break.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Aug 13, 2007 0:49:09 GMT -5
Kurt Angle's music hits, and the crowd boos mercilessly as he power walks down the ramp, the World Title dangling from his right hand. He slides the belt under the ropes, slides in himself, and calls for a microphone from the time keeper at ringside.Angle: THAT'S IT! I have had ENOUGH of this! There's lightning striking the ring after my matches, the damn lights are going out, and I don't even know who the hell is causing all of this mess! Now I am here right now, and I am not leaving until I find out who the hell is causing all of this crap and...Suddenly all of the lights shut out all at once, and the fans gop quiet. Lightning strikes the ring again, and Angle yells into the microphone.Angle: DAMMIT! Stop this! Come out here, and quit hiding behind this crap!The lightning strikes the ring again, and the lights are still out. All of a sudden, a purple lights bursts from the tunnel, and illuminates the ring. Kurt Angle is caught right in the middle, wondering what's going on. All of a sudden, a scorpion hits the titan tron, and a familiar guitar riff hits the speakers. "Passion's Killing Floor" by HIM silences the crowd's mixed reaction as the SNME Champion emerges from the tunnel. Sting carries the belt on his shoulder, without Valo Synnclaire at his side, as he strolls down the ramp. Angle stands there, his face as straight as an arrow, not impressed with the lightning and lights. Sting slides into the ring and stares down the World Champion.Sting: Well Kurt, you want the games to end, you got it. It wasn't the innocent pyro guy that you beat the tar out of that was dong the lightning... It wasn't... Um... Oh, Alex Shelley doing the lightning.... And it wasn't that poor security team.Angle stands there, still staring down Sting. He doesn't smile at Sting's attempt to be smart, and he doesn't lunge at him, throwing fists. He just sits back and let's him finsh what he has to say.Sting: But Kurt, I wasn't doing all of that to put a smile on your face. I wasn't doing it to make the show better. I was doing it to send you a message. And I've done just that. You're running around beating up innocent people, and you're so paranoid you thought Alex Shelley could operate a pyro table.Angle still isn't impressed. He throws up his mic.Angle: Get to the point, Sting.Sting smiles, as if he is loving the lack of patience coming from the World Champion. He takes a step back, before finishing his speech.Sting: Alright, alright. You want to know why I did all of this? I'll tell you. It's because I'm sick of watching the World Champion go out and get all of the damn credit. Kurt, there's no denying you're one of the best in the business. You won that World Title fair and square, in one of the best matches we've all ever seen. You defended it in a grueling Elimination Chamber match, without a problem. But where my problem comes in, is all of the attention I'm not getting as the SNME Champion. Dammit, I won this Title in one of the most violent matches in this entire company's history. And son of a bitch, where is my attention? I drowned the former champion to the point to where he was almost dead, and you get the covers of the magazines you get the bigger check, you get everything! Where is my paycheck? Where is all of my fame and fortune?The world Champion finally smiles, feeling pity for the opposing Champion. He looks at him, cocks his head, and then raises his own microphone.Angle: Sting... You're out here bitching and moaning about the attention I get. You're out here bitching and moaning about my paychecks, my magazine covers, everything. But you know what you're not doing? You're not doing anything about it.The fans, in unision, say "ooooooohhhhhh!" Sting backs up, and gets an ice cold look on his face, staring down the World Champion, who is staring right back. Sting brings his mic backup.Sting: Well, that's what I'm here for. I'm here to take this belt right here, and prove to everybody that I should be getting all of the attention, and I should be the one getting the big paychecks. And you know how I'm going to do that? I'm going to beat you down. at Summer Meltdown, I want you, Kurt! My SNME Championship, your World Championship, the winner is the undisputed bigggest star in this company, and the best in this entire sport.The World Champion's face goes from serious, to angry. He looks at the belt Sting is holding up, and then at his own. He takes his World Title off of his shoulder, puts it in his hand, and holds it up just as high as Sting is holding his. Angle looks at the man across from him, and says one final sentence.Angle: Well, I really don't see why we should have to wait until Summer Meltdown.The World Champion drops his belt and his microphone, and side steps the Stinger. He grabs his arm and bends down, lifting him up for the Angle Slam, but Sting counters it! The SNME Champion lands on his feet behind Angle, grabs him by the shirt collar, and lowers him for the Scorpion Death Drop! The SNME leans back, but Angle escapes at the last second! The two raise their hands, charge forward, and just make contact before being seperated by secuirty. They security teams drag the two Champions apart, as we cut to the back. We cut to Chris Jericho’s locker room where the Lionheart stands. He is dressed in his wrestling gear, and is ready for battle with Randy Orton. In his hand is a cellphone, which Jericho begins to punch in numbers. Chris puts the phone up to his ear. A look of anger appears on his face and he begins to talk.Jericho: Voice Mail huh Michaels? Too scared to talk to me? This is the last damn time I am going to challenge you, because if you don’t accept now, I am going to MAKE you compete at Summer Meltdown. Jericho closes the phone and tosses it onto the couch. Chris leaves the room. We then cut backstage to a lockeroom. Standing before us, taping his hands, is Randy Orton. Orton finishes taping his hands and tosses the roll of tape into his locker. He shadow boxes for a second, preparing for the shots he is going to deliver right to Jericho's face. Orton then walks over to the door, opening it. He steps into the hallway where he begins to make his way to the stage. Main Event:vs. "Lion Heart" Chris Jericho vs. "Legend Killer" Randy Orton(I know Orton has new music, but from now on, Main Events will be getting their Titan Tron videos posted.)An unfamiliar guitar riff is heard. The fans turn their attention to the ramp, wondering who it might be. Staind's "Run Away" suddenly begins playing, bringing out "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. The fans begin cheering for Orton, welcoming him. Orton stands on the stage, suddenly raising his arms. A golden wall of sparks begins to fall behind him. Orton lowers his arms, that same cocky smirk as always across his face. Orton slowly makes his way down the ramp, looking at the thousands of fans cheering for him. Randy rolls into the ring, and raises his arms in the air again as the music dies down and the lights change to normal.A massive countdown appears on the screen as the lights dim, and the crowd goes into a booing frenzy as the camera zooms up and into the timer, counting down from 5, 4, 3, 2…….Y2J! The timer stops and we see Jericho’s entrance video on the screen, until a massive explosion rocks the foundations of the arena, and the camera cuts back out and catches the outstretched outline of a figure. As Saliva's "King Of My World" music begins to play, Chris spins around, pumping his elbows into his torso. Chris stands atop the ramp in red tights lined with barbwire, smirking at the fans, who are still booing for him. Chris slowly makes his way down the ramp, climbing the steps and quickly entering the ring. Jericho stares at Orton and mutters a few indecencies towards him as the ref seperates the two. Chioda calls for the bell, and the match begins!Orton and Jericho circle each other, Chris still muttering to himself. Both men lock up, and they both have an equal power struggle. Eventually Orton uses his height to push Chris into the corner, and backs off, but Jericho slaps the piss out of Orton, and dropkicks him into the middle of the ring. Chris goes over to Orton and stomps on him, but Orton manages to get to his feet, and pushes Chris off. Randy grabs Jericho’s head, and slaps on a headlock, slowly wearing away at Jericho’s head. Chris is dropped on one knee as Randy cinches the hold on tighter, determined to make Jericho the next on his list. Chris manages to work his way up, and drives his elbow into Orton’s gut once, twice, and a third time! Randy stumbles off, and Chris grabs him by the arm, and chops him on the chest! Another chop! Another one! A fourth chop! Jericho grabs Orton and whips him across the ring. Jericho goes for a back body drop, but Orton leaps over and runs against the opposite ropes. Chris sees this, and drops to his back. Randy hops over Jericho, and as Chris gets to his feet, Orton shoulder blocks him back to the mat. Chris rolls out of the ring, and taps his head, indicating how smart he is. This is short lived as Orton rolls out of the ring and pushes Chris into the barricade. Jericho hits the wall with force, and Orton snatches him from the impact, and throws him back into the ring. Randy slides back in and is back on Jericho’s case. Randy begins to washboard Jericho’s face with multiple forearms. Jericho flops to the mat, and Orton goes for another headlock. Randy grabs Jericho’s face, but Chris rolls him over, and gets a pin.“1….2…”Orton kicks out. Jericho is back up on his feet, and stomps on Orton. Randy powers up to his feet, and delivers a nice uppercut to Jericho, knocking him backwards. Orton takes advantage, and whips Chris across the ring. Jericho comes running back, only to be hit with a knee to the face from Randy. Jericho falls to his back, and Orton bounces off the ropes parallel to him, and as he comes back, drops a knee over Jericho’s face. Orton grabs Chris by his golden mane, and drags him up to his feet. Randy punches Chris in the gut, then wraps his arm around his head. Orton goes for a DDT, but Jericho trips Randy up, and goes for the Walls of Jericho! Jericho begins turning Orton over, but Randy out powers Jericho, and sends him spinning off! Chris flips in mid air as Orton walks back over to the fallen Lionheart. Randy goes to pick Chris up, but Jericho plays possum, and kicks Orton right in the head! Randy staggers backwards, and Jericho hits a step up enziguri on the Legend Killer! Randy falls flat on his back, and Jericho continues to regain his stamina. The ref begins counting.“1…….2…….3…….4……5…….6……”Jericho climbs up to his feet, and walks over to Orton. Jericho picks Orton up, and delives some chops to him, and backs him up into the corner. Jericho begins punching Orton, then hoists him up onto the top rope. Chris climbs up, and starts to balance himself out. Jericho goes for a Frankensteiner! No! Orton hold on, and Jericho tumbles to the floor below. Chris rolls into the middle of the ring as Orton begins stalking him on the top rope. Jericho stands up, and Randy leaps off the turnbuckle with the tucking crossbody! Orton falls on Chris and pins him!“1….2….”Kickout by Jericho! Orton looks at the ref with disdain as Chioda assures him. Orton turns his attention to Jericho who is clutching his ribs. Randy walks over and picks him up to his feet. Orton punches Chris in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. Orton whips Chris across the ring, but Jericho comes back with a spinning wheel kick! Jericho’s foot connects with Orton’s chin, and he falls straight to the mat. Jericho picks him up, and drills Randy into the mat with a bulldog! Orton bounces over and Chris runs up to the ropes parallel of him. Jericho goes for the Lion Sault, but Orton rolls out of the way! Jericho turns around, RKO! NO! Jericho pushes him off, Orton bounces back, Chris rolls him up! Jericho is holding onto the ropes! [/color] “1….2….3!”
Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CHRIS JERICHO!Orton looks shocked as he is escorted out of the ring by the ref, and as Jericho waves at him mockingly. Chris raises his arms up in the air, acting if he has won an epic match fair and square. Jericho stands in the center of the ring bowing to the fans who are booing their asses off at Y2J. Chris flexes his muscles, and shoos them off. As the fans continue to boo, Jericho motions for a microphone. He snatches one from Finkel and takes center ring.Jericho: Shut up, assclowns! Did you not just see what I did? I, Chris Jericho, just beat "The Legend Killer" in this very ring . . . Sure, you can sit there and say it wasn't a well earned victory, but who is the one that got the win? I am! But lets get off of Orton . . . And move on to more important things. Last week you all saw me challenge Shawn Michaels . . . You all saw me get face to face with him and challenge him to a match at Summer Meltdown. And what did he do? He backed down . . . Your pety hero backed away from the challenge! Come on Shawn, accept it! Take the beating you're going to get like a man! Don't make me force you to fight, because you know good and damn well I will! You son of a bitch!Pounding drums suddenly fill the arena, bringing every fan in the building to their feet. "Sexy Boy" blares over the P.A. System as "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels comes tearing through the curtain. Shawn is dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. Shawn walks across the stage, getting the crowd going nuts. In the ring, however, Jericho seems pissed off. As Shawn beigns making his way down the ramp, Jericho rolls his eyes and begins pacing back and fourth around the ring. Shawn rolls into the ring, keeping both eyes locked on Jericho. However, there is no emotion in Shawn's face. He does not smile . . . He does not scowl . . . His music slowly fades away as Jericho begins to speak again.Jericho: I thought you'd left? Wasn't it you who took off in the limo earlier? Too scared to answer my challenge . . . Has! Been Kid! Shawn, you are getting pathetic . . . Going around here, acting like you actually have power . . . Please, Shawn you are nothing more than a fake son of a bitch who lies about his life style. I'm a "Christian" . . . I love "God" . . . Shawn, you make me sick! You're nothing more than the shell of your former self, still trying to live the dream . . . I'll ask you once more. What's it gonna be? A yes . . . Or a no?Shawn stares at Jericho, still no emotion on his face. The usual "Heart Break Kid" would have already kicked Jericho's teeth down his throat. Something is different here, something is wrong. This isn't the Shawn we know. After staring at Jericho, Shawn turns away. He walks towards the ropes, about to exit the ring. Jericho begins cursing off microphone, caling Shawn all sorts of things . . . As Shawn is about to exit the ring . . . Sweet Chin Music! Sweet Chin Music! Jericho falls back limp, hitting the mat. Shawn looks down at him, a smirk across his face. Shawn lowers himself, picking up the microphone. He then crouches down next to Jericho grabbing him by the face, so he can see his eyes.Shawn: Jericho . . . You're on!Shawn drops the microphone and lets go of Jericho's face. The sound of "Sexy Boy" takes over the arena as the sea of fans erupts in cheers. Shawn dances over Jericho's limp body as we go off the air . . .[/center]
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Post by ericyoung on Aug 13, 2007 4:30:49 GMT -5
WOOO! First Victory!
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on Aug 13, 2007 7:18:39 GMT -5
This isn't over Vince. You may have beaten me after I beat your boy, but I'm still here. I will be there at Summer Meltdown.
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Post by "The Superbeast" Brandovirus on Aug 13, 2007 9:46:20 GMT -5
Great show! It was amazing. And Tank Terror, you may have won the match, but you still haven't beaten me!
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Post by jbp on Aug 13, 2007 14:17:09 GMT -5
I fucking love the Angle segments and the showdown with Sting. Great show guys.
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Post by slappy on Aug 13, 2007 19:33:53 GMT -5
Very good, well worth the wait.
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