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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 19:25:09 GMT -5
Dark Match: Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jeresy! 1/5/08A video package of some of SNME's greatest moments begins to play along with "Given Up" by Linkin Park. The video suddenly shatters as we are taken live into the Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, New Jeresy! 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 gentleman, it is now the year two-thousand and eight, and Saturday Night's Main Event is hoping everyone had one hell of a New Years.
Owens: I know I did. My wife and I threw one hell of a party, Joey.
Styles: I'm sure it was, Owens, but here tonight SNME is bringing in the new year with one hell of a show. In fact, tonight's show is the final show before SNME Cyber Madness! And I'm telling you, Cyber Madness is going to be one hell of a pay-per-view!
Owens: There is no doubt in my mind, Joey, that Cyber Madness could be one of SNME's greatest pay-per-views yet! With all of the fan interaction, these matches were basically made by the people and for the people. There is no way anyone can leave Cyber Madness disappointed.
Styles: Well, speaking of Cyber Madness, as soon as we got on the air, the polls were closed. No more votes will be accepted, and tonight we will find out all of the things that were voted on by you, the fans.
Owens: Well Joey, let's get this show kicked off with one hell of a fatal four way, in which the winner gets his team 50 votes added to their total! vs. vs. vs. Scott Hall vs. NM Savant vs. Alex Shelley vs. Jeff Hardy(Fatal Four Way: Winner Gains 50 Free Votes!)Alex Shelley's theme blares through the arena, bringing the fans to their feet for the opening contest. Alex Shelley comes sprinting through the curtains, arms raised high above his head. He goes to each side of the stage, getting the crowd pumped.Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a fatal four way. First, making his way to the ring . . . From Detroit, Michigan . . . He is Alex Shelley!Alex Shelley takes off down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He jumps onto the turnbuckle, raising both arms high. The crowd pops loudly for him, showing their respect. He then hops down, as he hits the ropes to get a feel for the ring.The lights suddenly dim, as a green and purple glow covers the stage. The pounding of drums begins to beat through the arena, increasing everyone's pulse. With glowing paint slung all over him, Jeff Hardy comes tearing through the curtain. He bobs his head to the music as the tempo suddenly picks up.Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring . . . Hailing from Cameron, North Carolina . . . Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds . . . Standing at six feet and one inch . . . Jeff Hardy!Jeff takes off down the ramp, running at full speed. He quickly slides into the ring, running right past Shelley. Jeff jumps onto the turnbuckle, his hands held up in the signature "Hardy Boy" taunt. He quickly hops down as the lights cut out . . .A red glow covers the stage as Rob Zombie's "Dragula" blares through the arena. NM Savant slowly makes his way through the curtain, staring around at the sold out crowd that is looking on. He stands on the stage, adjusting his elbow pads.Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring . . . Hailing from the Unknown . . . Standing at six feet and five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds . . . "The Original Hooligan" NM Savant!Savant slowly makes his way down the ramp, a snarl across his face. He then makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in his corner, eyeing both Hardy and Shelley."Marvelous Me" suddenly takes over the arena as both cheers and boos erupt from the crowd. The music continues to play, but no one comes through the curtain. As more time goes by, Scott Hall finally comes stumbling through the curtain. With a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, he makes his way onto the ramp. He stands there, taking a big gulp of beer.Howard Finkel: Hailing from Miami, Florida . . . Standing at six feet and seven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds . . . He is "The Bad Guy" . . . Scott Hall!Hall slowly staggers down the ramp, almost falling off the side. He then tries to climb the steps, spilling beer all over him. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and slowly climbs into the ring. As Hall chugs down the rest of his beer, the bell sounds."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Alex Shelley comes charging at Hall. Hall ducks a clothesline, smashing the empty beer bottle over Shelley's head. Alex falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring with blood dripping from his forehead. Hall then stumbles around, but is drop kicked by Jeff Hardy. Hall stumbles back and falls through the ropes and to the outside. Savant quickly takes charge and begins hammering Jeff across the back. Savant whips Jeff across the ring. He gets the boot up . . . Big Boot! Jeff goes down hard, but Savant doesn't let up. He quickly begins stomping away at his chest, literally robbing the breath from him. Savant then hits the ropes, dropping an elbow right onto Jeff's chest.
As Savant makes it to his feet, Shelley slides into the ring, the blood wiped from his head. Shelley dives onto Savant, giving him everything he's got. Savant is quickly backed into the corner, taking lefts and rights from Shelley. Savant finally gets the arm up, blocking a left. He grabs Shelley by the throat and lifts him up. Savant slams Shelley into the corner and begins driving his boot to the mid-section. Savant quickly looks over his shoulder and moves out of the way. Jeff comes crashing into Shelley in the corner! Jeff slowly turns around . . . Big Boot from Savant! As Jeff goes down, Shelley climbs the turnbuckle. He looks to hit something on Jeff, but Hall quickly climbs onto the ring apron, hitting the ropes. Shelley slips, stradling the top turnbuckle. Hall shoves him off the turnbuckle and to the outside. Savant pulls Jeff up and tosses him over the ropes ot the outside. Hall and Savant lock eyes, looking to begin battle. Hall swings, missing Savant. He swings again, only missing for a second time. Savant simply laughs and drills Hall in the gut with a boot. Hall leans forward, about to fall down. Savant hooks his head . . . Savant Effect! Savant covers him!"One! Two! Three!"The bell sounds as Savant gets to his feet. As the referee raises his hand, "The MacMilitant" blares through the arena. Teddy Long walks through the curtain as the fans go nuts for him. He does a little jive for them on the ramp and quickly makes his way to the ring. He makes his way up the steps and enters the ring, where a microphone is handed to him. As his music fades out, he clears his throat.Teddy: Holla', holla', holla'! What it do playas? I feel ya'll out there. Now, as all of you know, this match was for fifty free votes added to your team's total. And as you all just saw, NM Savant is your proud winner of those fifty free votes. Now, whether or not they made a difference . . . We'll see. Coming in last place . . . We have the New Blood Posse. Better luck next time, playas. In fourth place, we have the Hardy Boyz. Sad day playa. And the team in third place . . . Well, seeing as how NM Savant won the fifty free votes, the Outsiders have now slipped into third place, giving the Tamashii Eradico and the Murder City Machine Guns the match at Cyber Madness!Shelley and Savant quickly lock eyes, knowing that their teams will be facing off next Sunday at Cyber Madness. As the crowd is cheering, everything is suddenly interrupted . . .An unfamiliar music begins to play as "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash comes through the curtain. With a serious look across his face he makes his way down the ramp. He quickly climbs onto the apron and over the top rope. He takes Teddy's microphone and motions for everyone to leave the ring. Scott Hall sits in the corner, still drunk from all the alcohol he has consumed. The music slowly fades away as Nash simply looks down at Hall.Nash: Scott . . . You screwed up big this time, man. You know you had to get the win tonight and you screwed it all up. And why? For some damn alcohol. Scott, I trusted you, man. I put my trust in you to help us get back to where we wanted to be . . . And where are we now? Stuck without getting a chance at a title shot. You know what . . . Get your ass up. I'm sick and tired of this shit, man. You need to man up, and get sober real quick like.Hall slowly begins to pull himself up, only slipping back down. Nash finally sticks the microphone in his back pocket and pulls Hall to his feet.Nash: What in the hell are you doing, Scott? You've already thrown away five or six years of your life doing this shit. Are you gonna throw the rest of it away too? Huh? Well, Scott . . . You can sit here and do this shit . . . But me, I'm done!Nash drops the microphone, kneeing Hall right in the gut. Nash places Hall's head between his thighs and motions to the crowd. With a serious look across his face he lifts Hall up . . . Jacknife Powerbomb! Jacknife Powerbomb! Hall falls limp to the mat, Nash looking down at him. Nash simply shakes his head, knowing that Hall has screwed up for real this time. The music begins to play once more as Nash leaves the ring.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 19:29:36 GMT -5
vs. Darren Mack vs. Edge(Gold Rush Tournament Match: Semi-Finals!)"Firestarter" suddenly blares through the arena, bringing a chorus of boos from the fans. Through the curtain steps the Anti-American, Darren Mack. With a cocky smirk upon his face, he makes his way onto the ramp. Chants of "U-S-A!" begin, causing Mack to turn fire red. He begins to yell at the fans, making all sorts of snide remarks about the United States.Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi-final match in the Gold Rush Tournament. First, making his way to the ring . . . From Dublin, Ireland . . . Standing at five feet and ten inches and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds . . . He is "The Heat" Darren Mack!Mack slowly makes his way down the ramp. Snatching signs from fans and ripping them up. With his left hand taped up from punching a wall earlier in the week, Mack makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. He hits the ropes, getting a good feel for them and pulls off his sunglasses."Metalingus" by Alter Bridge suddenly interrupts Mack's music, cutting it completely off. 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.Howard Finkel: And his opponent . . . Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada . . . Standing at six feet and five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds . . . He is "The Rated R Superstar" . . . Edge!Edge begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping the hand of an occasional fan. He then slides into the ring, getting right in Darren Mack's face. The referee quickly seperates them, and Edge backs off. 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."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Darren Mack runs towards Edge at the sound of the bell. Edge duck out under the bottom ropes and laughs. He walks around the ring looking for an opening. Mack hops over the ropes and begins to chase Edge around the ring. Once Edge puts some distance between the two of them, he slides into the ring. Mack slides in as well; however, Edge is already at his feet, stomping the spine of Mack while he slides in. Edge allows Mack to stand up, then knocks him back down with a drop kick into his forehead. Mack rolls over to the corner of the ring holding his head. Edge picks him up, resting him against the turnbuckle. Edge climbs onto the second rope and punches Mack in the face. The audience counts along with the hits."One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!" Mack grows tired of playing defensive and switches gears. He puts both palms of his hands into the chest of Edge, pushing him off of the ropes and onto his back. Edge gets up quickly being met with a clothesline from Mack. Again he pops up, and again is knocked back down by a clothesline. Edge is a little slower getting up this time. Darren Mack runs against the ropes and returns back with a swinging neck breaker. Edge hit’s the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. He lays on the outside floor holding his neck. His head is face down so he is unaware that Mack now stands outside of the ropes on the apron above him. Edge shakes his head trying to see clearly. The second he is half way back to his feet, Darren hops off of the apron, placing his elbow into the back of Edges head."One . . ."Mack picks Edge up and starts an irish whip. Edge reverses with a whip of his own. Mack is thrown into the steal steps. He now lays on is back holding his damaged knee. "Two . . ."Edge lays on his back trying to catch his breath. Slowly he gets back to his feet and smiles. He looks down at Mack and brushes the bangs from his face. He grabs Mack by the foot and drags him over to the corner of the barricade."Three . . ."Edge places Mack’s knee against the steal wall and steps a few feet back. He stands there for second smiling."Four . . . Five . . . Six . . ."Edge runs quickly and baseball slides into Mack’s leg, Darren yells out holding his knee. Edge gets up rolls into the ring. Mack uses his hands to crawl back towards the apron."Seven . . ."He clutches the top of the apron . . ."Eight . . ."Mack rolls under the bottom rope just as the ref yells out nine. Edge watches Mack try to get to his feet while holding his knee. The damage is too great. Mack is unable to stand. Edge drags Mack to the center of the ring and grabs the damaged leg. He proceeds to lock in the Edgucator. Mack screams in pain. Several moments go by without Mack tapping. Eventually Edge loses his patience and breaks the hold. He starts to pound Mack I the back of the head out of anger. The ref tries to pull Edge away. Edge shoves the referee away and turns back around to Mack. Mack turns quickly and uses his good leg to place his boot right between Edges legs. The ref was frazzled and did not see it. He gets up with the intention to DQ Edge. But upon seeing both men laying on the ground, he begins the double count out."One . . . Two . . . Three . . . Four . . ."Mack clutches the ropes to get up. The ref stops the count as Mack limps over to Edge. He falls flat down onto Edge."One!"Edge gets the shoulder up. Mack rolls over exhausted. Edge begins to stand up. Mack grabs his leg tripping him back to the ground. Mack grabs Edges right arm and lock in an armbar. Edge wiggles inch by inch over to the ropes. Eventually he grabs the bottom rope, and the ref makes Mack break the hold. Edge stands up holding his arm. He picks Mack up roughly. Mack is bent slightly over holding his leg. Edge runs against the ropes and bounces back with his arm extended. Mack ducks out of the oncoming clothesline causing Edge to hit the ropes again. This time he flies back with a spear. Edge sits back on his knees laughing. He brushes his bangs straight back and covers Mack."One! Two! Three!"Edge leaps to his feet as the bell sounds. "Metalingus" blares through the arena once more, as Edge begins to celebrate. The referee raises his hand in victory, but Edge quickly snatches it away. As Edge celebrates, Mack crawls to the corner. He sits in the corner, shaking his head in shame for the loss. He holds his hurt hand as Edge continues his celebration up the ramp.The camera quickly switches backstage to Emma Paramore's lockeroom. The door slowly opens as she walks in, carrying her gym bag. She gently places it on the bench in front of the lockers and unzips it. She begins pulling out things, such as different shirts and pairs of pants. She then pulls out the SNME Women's Championship. She holds it with both hands, staring down at it. She takes a deep breath, but the silence is suddenly interrupted with the door being pushed open. Both Trish Stratus and Lintu Ciel barge into Emma's lockeroom, looking to pick a fight.Trish: Emma, you've held that belt for too long, and it's about time you put it on the line against somebody!
Lintu: Yeah! Who do you think you are? Being a champion and not defending it...
Emma: If it's a title match you want, it's a title match you'll get...
: Well, what about me?Kelly Kelly quickly walks in, shoving between Trish and Lintu.Kelly: I wouldn't mind getting a shot at that belt.
Trish: What are you talking about? You haven't done anything!
Lintu: Yeah, who do you think you are?
: Silence!All of them turn around, looking on at Amy Weber who stands in the doorway. She slowly walks in, pushing them all aside, looking Emma right in the eyes.Amy: If someone is getting a shot at that belt, it's me... Afterall, it was me that she beat for it...
Emma: How bout all of you shut the hell up for a minute. If the four of you want a shot, how about earning it? How about the four of you fight it out at Cyber Madness to see just which one of you I'm going to have to take care of next.
Trish: She's got a point, ya know.
Lintu: Yeah, she does have a point.
Kelly: I'm up for it.
Amy: Just another way to escape a loss, huh?
Emma: No, just a way to see which one of you really deserves a shot at this title.
Amy: Yeah, we'll see. Come on, ladies, let's go talk to Shawn about this...Emma stands her ground as the four of them leave. She then slowly lowers the Women's Championship to her side and she lets out a sigh of relief. The camera quickly cuts backstage, showing a set of doors. A sign above them reads, "Parking Lot". The camera remains look on as on of the doors suddenly opens. Through the door steps "The Game" Triple H. With is bag on his shoulder and a smirk on his face, he makes his way into the arena, the door shutting closed behind him. He then continues on down the hallway, eventually turning out of camera's view. vs. "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson vs. Mike Awesome(Gold Rush Tournament Match: Semi-Finals!)Mike Awesome and Danielson both stand in the ring as the match begins. "Ding, Ding, Ding" Awesome goes for a clothesline, to which Bryan ducks under. Danielson wraps Mike's arms in a Full Nelson, then lifts him up over his head with a impactful Dragon Suplex! Danielson let's go, locks Arms with Mike, and flips over, completing the Cattle Mutilation submission! Awesome taps out within seconds!Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE FIRST FINALIST IN THE GOLD RUSH TOURNAMENT, BRYAN DANIELSON!!!Danielson celebrates in the ring, and motions the belt around his waist. We cut to a commercial break.Teddy Long's music hits as Danielson celebrates in the ring. Long stands on the top of the stage with a mic in hand.Long: Congratulations playa, you are officially in the Gold Rush Finals! Now I'm out here to announce the match type the fans voted for your match at Cyber Madness!The fans cheer as Danielson waits in anticipation.Long: Bryan Danielson, you will be facing either Edge in... The poll results appear on the screen.Tables: 22% Stretcher: 51% Last Man Standing: 27%Long: IN A STRETCHER MATCH, playa'! Good luck! "The End Is Here" by Ben Moody plays over the arena as Danielson ponders the possibilities in his match.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 19:32:41 GMT -5
The camera cuts to ringside, where Joey Styles and Austin Owens are shown.Owens: As you all know, our main event for Cyber Madness is Kurt Angle taking on Sting in their second one on one match for the World Heavyweight Championship. So, as usual we've got a contract signing for that match coming up in just a few moments.
Styles: And don't forget, Austin, your's truly, Joey Styles has the opportunity to host this contract signing. So, let me get into the ring and get this thing started.
Owens: Like he's something special . . . Pfft!Styles quickly walks up the steps and enters the ring. In the center of the ring is a table. On the table are three microphones and a briefcase. Styles quickly takes one of the microphones and takes his place in the ring.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, for over six months now, we've had the joy of watching one man decimate every man thrown in his path. We've had the joy of watching one man retain his title in every defense he's been in. That man is none other than your current World Heavyweight Champion . . . Kurt Angle!"My Quest" suddenly blares through the arena, bringing the sold out Soveriegn Bank Arena to its feet. With thousands screaming, Kurt Angle makes his way through the curtain, dressed in the finest of Armani suits. With the gleaming World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, Kurt makes his way onto the ramp. He waves to the crowd, thanking them for their tremendous applause. He then makes his way down the ramp. Kurt quickly jogs up the stairs, climbing into the ring. He shakes Joey's hand and removes his sunglasses. As he adjusts his belt on his shoulder, he picks up a microphone.Styles: Kurt, it's great to have you out here. First off, I'd like to congratulate you on beating CM Punk's record as longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion. That is a great accomplishment and you truly deserve it. But, as you and I know . . . Next Sunday, January thirteenth, you go head to head with the one man who truly stands a chance against you in that ring. Are you in the least bit worried?
Angle: Joey, why bother? I mean, come on. I'm Kurt Angle. Is there even a reason to doubt me? I've taken every competitor to stand in my way and shoved them out of my way. And now Sting wants to challenge me for a second time . . . Well, Sting . . . I'm standing right here. You want me? You damn sure got me! I'll be more than happy to put your ass to the mat again and show the world that Kurt Angle is the one and only true World Heavyweight Champion of this business.
Styles: Well, with that said, I'd ike to bring out your challenger . . . The man called Sting!The lights suddenly begin to flicker, dimming very low. Thunder sounds through the arena as HIM's "Passion's Killing Floor" blares through the arena. A blinding spotlight shines upon the ramp, casting a walking shadow onto the stage. The shadow grows bigger and bigger, finally revealing Sting to the thousands of fans watching on. Just as Kurt recieved, the thousands of fans begin screaming for Sting. Sting lets out a small smirk as he begins to make his way down the ramp. He coat flaps behind him as he makes his way up the steps. He quickly steps into the ring, smiling at Kurt. Sting quickly grabs a microphone, standing a mere foot away from Angle.Sting: Put my ass to the mat, huh? Kurt, Kurt, Kurt . . . When are you going to learn, that ego of yours is just too big for this ring . . . If I recall, I'm one of the only men, besides Jericho, to take you to your limits. And Kurt, seeing as how you've had that belt for quite some time now . . . It's time someone had your number. And that someone . . . Is me!
Angle: Oh, really? Well you damn sure could have fooled me! Sting, you're nothing but a washed piece of crap, and just like all the other old-timers out there, you want one more grasp as fortune and fame . . .You had your chance, Sting, and you screwed that up the first go around . . . Now let's get this damn thing settled . . .
Styles: Alright guys. As you can see, I've removed the contract from the briefcase. The both of you had the opportunity to read it before hand, so there shouldn't be any problems. And after the both of you sign, your stipulation will be announced.Sting tosses his microphone onto the table and snatches up the pen. He bends over, looking Angle in the eyes. He then smiles, signing his name. He stands straight up, eyes still locked with Kurt's. He then slams the pen up against Angle's chest. Angle snatches it from his hand and takes the contract. He finds his place to sign and quickly signs his own name. Styles takes the contract, making sure both men signed. He places it inside the briefcase and closes it.Styles: Alright guys, the deal is signed. At Cyber Madness, on January thirteenth, the two of you will go one on one for the World Heavyweight Championship. Now, as both of you know, there were three options for your match. Option one was for it to be a submission match. Option two was for it to be a special guest referee match. And option three was for it to be a no holds barred match. Well, the votes have been tallied and this envelope contains the stipulation . . . And the stipulaiton is . . . "Sexy Boy" suddenly blares through the arena as "HBK" Shawn Michaels makes his way through the curtain. Both Angle and Sting look on, confused as to why Shawn has come out. He then smiles, pulling off his black t-shirt, revealing a black and white striped referee shirt.Owens: Special guest referee! Shawn's the special guest referee! Holy shit! This is crazy!Angle smiles, knowing that he and Shawn are in good terms. But what Angle doesn't see is that Sting is also smiling. Is there something Angle doesn't know? As "Sexy Boy" fades away, Shawn pulls a microphone from his back pocket.Shawn: That's right, guys. Your match has been voted on to be a special guest referee, and I'm going to be the referee! But, before we head to Cyber Madness, both of you have been placed in matches . . . Sting, yours' starts . . . Now!The Roy suddenly slides into the back of the ring, nailing Sting in the back of the head with his chain wrapped fist. Angle and Styles quickly get out of the ring. vs. Sting vs. The Roy"Ding, Ding, Ding!"The bell sounds as Roy continues to beat the hel out of Sting with his chain-wrapped fist. As Sting lays int the corner, busted open, Roy tosses the table out of the ring and throws his chain to the outside. Roy quickly charges into the corner, scraping Sting's face with his boot! With the paint scraped off one side of his face, Sting looks brutal. Roy pulls him up, whipping him across the ring. Clothes-No! Sting ducks! Sting hits the ropes . . . Diving clothesline! Roy goes down and can't believe it. He quickly gets up and charges at Sting, throwing lefts and rights as quick as he can.
Taking shot after shot, Sting is backed into the corner. Roy quickly kicks him in the gut, bending him over. He then grabs the middle rope, driving his shoulder into Sting's mid-section. Roy stands up straight, looking Sting right in the eyes. With blood pouring down his face, Sting looks him right back in the eyes. Smack! Roy delivers a hard slap to the face. Sting slowly begins to stumble out of the corner. Roy whips him across the ring, to the other corner. The impact is so hard, Sting slams into the turnbuckles and hits the mat hard. Roy stands over him, rolling him on his back. Roy grabs a handfull of hair and looks Sting right in the eyes. He then spits, showing complete and total disrespect. Sting suddenly drills Roy, sending him stumbling backwards. Sting picks himself up, beating on his chest. Roy charges at him, but is slammed right into the corner. Sting backs to the opposite corner."Owwwwww!"Sting takes off across the ring. He leaps . . . Stinger Splash! The crowd goes wild, as Sting backs up to the corner again. He takes of running, leaping into the air . . . No! Roy catches him . . . Spinebuster! Roy goes for a quick cover!"One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Sting gets the shoulder up just in time, shocking Roy. Roy quickly stands up, pulling Sting up by the hair. Roy sends him into the ropes. Roy hits the ropes . . . Clothes-No! Sting ducks! He pulls Roy into position . . . Scorpion Death Drop! Sting goes for the cover."One . . . Two . . . Kickout!"Roy powers out and rolls to the outside. He shakes his head, regathering his thoughts. He then points into the ring at Sting, who quickly slides out. Roy slides back in. Sting slides back in, but Roy is on him, stomping him across the back. Roy quickly pulls him up, whipping him across the ring into the ropes. Sting comes back, ducking a big boot from Roy. Roy turns around . . . Dropkick! Roy stumbles backwards into the corner. Sting takes off running and leaps . . . Roy moves! Sting hits nothing but turnbuckle. He slowly stumbles backwards. Roy goes up behind him, hooking his head up under his arm. He mocks Sting with an "Owwwww!" The crowd begins booing, but Roy steals Sting's finisher . . . Scorpion Death Drop! As Sting lays motionless on the ground, Roy covers him."One . . . Two . . . Three!"The bell sounds as Roy gets to his feet. He raises his arms in victory as "My Time" begins to blare through the arena.As "My Time" plays, Sam X sprints down the ramp to the ring with a chair. Roy is unawares as Sam completely obliterates him with a chair shot to the back. Roy crumples forward courtesy of Sam's revenge chair shot. X blasts Roy with a few more shots before discarding the bent chair. X slides out under the ring, and begins to search underneath the apron. What he pulls out is a ladder, which he slides into the ring. He pulls something else out....a table. Sam hoists that up and slides it into the ring, and rolls in. Sam lifts Roy up, and punches him in the gut. X picks Roy up, and slings him over his shoulder like a powerslam. But Sam drop him on the back of his neck, hitting an Island Driver! X sets the table up in the middle of the ring, and leans Roy against it. Sam picks the ladder up, and smashes it into Roy's face, knocking him onto the table.
X sets the ladder up in the corner, and begins to climb the steps. Sam sits on the top, and with one decisive leap, splashes Roy through the table!
The fans cheer and begin to chant "Holy Shit". Sam rolls over to the side and calls for a mic, which is handed to him. Sam: Roy.....I got my revenge....and at Cyber Madness, I will win.....the Intercontinental Title....I don't care who stands in my path. But, it's time to reveal the voting...The screen begins to sort the numbers.TLC: 99% Cage: 1% Elimination: 0% Sam: Roy, Seth, Brando, at Cyber Madness, it's going to be a TABLES, LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP.....Welcome....to the NEW PHENOMENON!"Burrito" blares over the arena as we cut to a commercial break.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 19:36:16 GMT -5
This is it. The final chance to get some momentum going before his big match. And he knows it. That is why he is intense. He is determined. He is ready. Kurt Angle doesn't say a word. He finishes up with his kneepads, and picks up his World Title. He kisses it, and throws it over his shoulder, before heading out of the door, headed for war. We quickly cut backstage, where Jeremy Borash is standing by with "The Superbeast" Brandovirus.Borash: Brando, as we all know, tonight you go one on one with the current World Heavyweight Champion, Kurt Angle. How do you feel going into this match so soon before Cyber Madness.
Brando: JB, there is nothing like getting the chance to destroy the World Champion before his big title defense, and that is exactly what I plan on doing. Sting will be thanking me for what I do to Angle tonight, and you can bet on that.
Borash: Well, Brando, we also know that you are one of four men who will compete in a fatal four way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match at Cyber Madness for the vacant Intercontinental Championship. How do you feel about that?
Brando: How do I feel? A better question would be, how do my opponents feel? You see, JB, this match is a chance ina lifetime for me and I will not mess it up. I've been waiting in the shadows for a chance like this and finally is has been given to me. Roy, Sam, Seth . . . The three of you are going to feel a pain like never before. Hell is going to be unleashed upon you all!Brando quickly shoves past Borash with an evil smile across his face. vs. Kurt Angle vs. BrandovirusThe sold out SNME arena goes from alive and lit up to dead and dark as Rob Zombie's "Superbeast" hits the arena's speakers. Brandovirus makes his way out of the the tunnel, his eyes locked on the ring. He takes no notice of the thousands of screaming fans and instead stays focused on the ring. Brando climbs through the ropes and heads to the middle of the ring where he turns around and stares down the ramp, awaiting the arrival of the Undisputed Champion.
Dale Oliver's "My Quest" takes over the PA system as the fans lean over the rails to catch an early glimpse of the Champion. The Olympic Gold Medalist emerges from the tunnel as his pyro shoots off. Angle points to the sky as the explosions continue, before he unsnaps the Title belt from around his waist and drops it on the floor. The Champ takes off running and slides under the ropes, this one is on!
The Olympic Hero contiunes forward and ducks an oncoming clothesline from Brando befor ebouncing off the ropes behind him. Brando turns around and is leveled with a clothesline from Angle. The Champion mounths Brandovirus and unloads with closed fists. Left! Right! Left! Right! The referee warns the champ to open his fists, but Angle doesn't listen. After a few more thunderous shots the referee grabs Angle by the arm and tears him backward. The American Hero pulls his hand away from the referee and stares him down, all the while Brando is plotting his attack. Je charges the distracted champion and clubs him in the back of the neck, sending him down to a knee. Brando takes a step back and charges forward, driving a hard knee into Angle's upper back. The Champion ringes as Brando rears back and connects with another solid knee.
Sensing that the Champion was in danger, Brandovirus captolizes on the situation and wraps his arms around the neck of Angle. He squeezes as hard as he can, applying the chinlock to it's full effect. Angle tries to fight back, but Brando is in control. He wrenches the hold to the left, twisting the Champion's spinal cord in the process. Angle reaches up and pulls on Brando's hand, trying to break the hold, but cannot get a good enough grip to pry away his fingers. Brando wrenches the hold again, and the Champion is pissed. Angle gets off of his knee and plants both feet, twisting behind Brandovirus. The Olympic Hero lifts Brando into the air and drops him head first with a sick back suplex. Brandovirus' grip is broken as his head and neck twist underneath hs wait.
The Champion regains his breath quickly and reaches his feet. Brando is on his knees when Kurt gets to him, and that's right where Kurt wants him. He steps over Brano's back and palms his forehead, holding him in place. Angle brings his right arm back and shoots it forward, punching Brano in the side of the face as hard as he can. Angle switches hands and hold him in place with his right while driving down a punishing shot on the left side of Brando's face. After 9 alternating shots, Angle steps to Brando's other side and half nelson rolls him into a cover."1.... 2.... Brando kicks out!"Angle grabs Brandovirus by the hair and lifts him up, only to be poked in the eye. the camera zooms in on Brandovirus' face, and we can clearly see that his left eye is no the size of a golfball. Brando catches a glimpse of himself on the tron and sees that his eye is now purple and swollen completely shut. He screams as he walks over to the blinded Champion. Brando grabs the back of Angle's head and connects with a solid right hand, and a left. The Champion stumbles back into the corner and covers up, as Brando unloads with a barrage of left and right hands. After noticing that the Champion was clearly dazed, Brando takes him out of the corner and spikes him down with a sick DDT! Brando rolls over and makes the cover."1..... 2.... Angle kicks out!"Brando wastes no time and lifts the Champion right back up to deliver more punishment. He irish whips Angle into the corner and backs up, planning on caving the Gold Medalist's face in with a running kick to the face. Brando charges forward and shoots his leg into the air, but Angle sidesteps it! Brandovirus goes groin first into the top turnbuckle pad, and he's got no where to go! Angle grabs him around the waste, and with one leg still on the top rope, german suplexes Brando backwards! But he didn't break his grip, and suplexes Brando again! After the second suplex, and let go, and went for the cover."1..... 2...... Brando gets the shoulder up again!"The Champion gets right to his feet and takes down the straps as the fans go wild. Brando holds his head as he stands up, his left eye getting even more swollen. He backs up right into a thunderous Angle Slam, and has no where to go once Kurt locks in the Ankle Lock! Brandovirus taps, knowing it's too little too late to reach for the ropes. As "My Quest" blares through the arena once more, Angle grabs his title and celebrates in the ring.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 19:44:37 GMT -5
We cut to the interview area where Todd Grisham stands with Randy Orton, resident Legend Killer. Grisham: Randy, in a few moments we are going to reveal the winner of the poll. But before we do, can I get your thoughts on your potential opponents?Orton: Todd, I've wrestled all 3 of these guys. 2 of them, I have beaten, and the same two I was with during my time in Degeneration X. But one man, Batista, has been a constant thorn in my side. I would like nothing more then to finally put the Animal down at Cyber Madness. Let's see the results.The poll is seen sorting on the screen, a constant mix of numbers.Batista: 42% Triple H: 38% Shawn Michaels: 20%Orton smiles at the results.Orton: And at Cyber Madness, I will put.....the Animal...down....Randy begins to frown as Batista himself walks onto view. The crowd explodes for the Animal as he smirks.Batista: Hello, Randall. I see we have another match. Another victory for The Animal. Good luck later tonight Orton. You'll need it.We cut to a commercial break as Orton scowls at Batista. We quickly cut backstage to a lockeroom. The camera looks on at a bench as a boot suddenly appears. Hands grab hold of the leaces and begin to tie them together. The camera slowly looks up, revealing "The Game" Triple H. As he finishes tying his boot, he stands up straight, stretching his muscles. He quickly pulls his t-shirt off, tossing it into an open locker. With water bottle in hand, he quickly exits the lockeroom, primed and pumped for his match. Main Event:vs. Mr. Kennedy & "The Game" Triple H vs. Raven & "Legend Killer" Randy Orton(Tag Team Match!)“Burn in My Light” shimmers over the PA system as Randy Orton cockily steps through the entrance curtain. Orton spreads his arms out in his signature pose as a waterfall of sparks showers behind him. Randy struts down the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Orton walks up the steps, and into the ring, heading towards the far turnbuckle. Randy climbs onto it, and puts his arms up in the air, repeating his pose.
Just then, the opening guitar rift to “Choke” by Kazy strums over the arena. Raven walks through the curtain, and does his signature pose at the top of the ramp. Soon enough, the Hardcore Legend walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans on his path to the ring. Raven rolls into the ring, looks at Orton indifferently, and goes to the corner, where he sits down, waiting for his opponents.
Motorhead’s “The Game” blasts over the arena with a powerful guitar chord, signaling the arrival of Triple H. As the gravely voice of Lemmy rumbles over the system, Triple H bursts through the entrance curtain, water bottle in hand. The Game takes a drink of it, then continues down the ramp, all of the fans cheering their asses off for him. Trips walks to the ring, where he takes another gulp of water, and hurls his bottle into the crowd. HHH hops up onto the apron, and stares into the thousands of eyes. As the song reaches its guitar rift, Triple H spits the water up into the air, spotlight shining right down on him. The fans take pictures of this moment, as HHH blows the rest of the water out forward. The Game enters the ring, which sends Orton and Raven to the outside. Triple H climbs the turnbuckle, and poses, gaining even more snapshots. Soon enough, he hops down as his music dies down and the lights cut back to normal. HHH stands in the ring, waiting for his partner to enter.
Suddenly, “MacMilitant” plays over the arena as Teddy Long bops his way out onto the stage with a mic.Long: Triple H, I have some bad news for ya playa. Mistah Kennedy was found laying in his locker room in a pool of his own blood. I’m sorry to say, but this match is now a handicap match.Long leaves as HHH has a pissed off visage. Orton and Raven smirk as they enter the ring.“Ding, ding, ding!”Orton will start the match for his team. Triple H goes right for the kill, but Orton ducks, and knees HHH in the gut, bending him over. Randy goes on the attack like a rabid dog, hammering Triple H with a flurry of forearms to the back, and knocks him to the mat. Orton now begins to unleash stomps onto the Game, trying to wear him out as fast as possible. Randy stops to pick Triple H up, and whips him across the ring. HHH bounces off the ropes, and is caught by a nicely elevated dropkick from Randy Orton. Triple H falls onto the mat as Orton goes for the pin.“1….2..” Triple H kicks out at 2. Orton picks Trips up by his golden hair, and kicks him in the gut. Orton wraps his arm around Triple H’s head, and lifts him up for a Suplex. Randy drops Triple H on his back, and quickly applies a reverse chinlock. Orton pulls back on triple H’s jaw, trying to make the man submit. Randy drives his knee into HHH’s spine, adding more pressure to the hold. The crowd begins to clap along, urging the Game to raise. Triple H begins to use momentum to stand up, and delivers some elbows to the gut of Orton, Randy stumbles off as The Game begins to throw fists at the man, knocking him to the ropes. Hunter grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. Randy comes bounding off the ropes, and into a jumping knee strike from Triple H. Randy falls on his back, but gets right back up, much to the Game’s liking. HHH clotheslines Orton down, Randy gets up, and is clotheslined again. Triple H lifts Orton up, and whips him into the corner with force. Randy hits the turnbuckle violently, but HHH charges in with a forearm, squashing Randy into the corner. Triple H begins to chop Orton’s chest, turning it red from the impact of the knife edge chops. Orton quickly rakes Triple H’s eyes, and tags in his partner, Raven.
Raven slowly enters the ring, and lines up a kick to the Game’s chest, whose arm is being wrenched up by Orton. Raven kicks Triple H, knocking him down to the mat. Scott Levy mounts HHH, and begins to deck him with rights and lefts. The referee begins to plead with Raven to get off, and threatens him with a disqualification. Raven relents, and picks Trips up to his feet. Raven hammers on the Game, then kicks him in the gut. Scott Levy gets behind Triple H, and grabs his arm. Raven swings backwards, slamming HHH down with a Russian Legsweep! Raven covers and hooks the leg.“1….2…”Triple H kicks out at 2. Raven grabs him by the hair, and drags the 270 pounder up to his feet. Raven throws a right jab, then a left, then a right. He spins around, and goes for a discus clothesline, but Triple H ducks under it, and spinebusters Raven powerfully onto the mat! Both men are down, and the ref begins to make the count. “1……..2……3……4……..5…….6…….”Triple H begins to crawl to his corner, but much to his dismay, nobody is there. Raven stumbles up to his feet, and grabs Triple H’s legs. Raven picks his leg up, and begins slamming it onto the mat, over and over again. Finally Raven stops, and flips Triple H over. Raven grabs his legs, and goes for a figure four leg lock, but Triple H kicks Raven off, sending him back. Raven tags in his partner Randy Orton who climbs up onto the top rope, stalking The Game. Triple H stands up, and Orton leaps off the turnbuckle with a crossbody, but Triple H moves out of the way, causing Randy to crash and burn onto the mat below. Triple H picks Orton up, and begins to fire lefts and rights into the Legend Killer, backing him up into the corner. Triple H begins kicking Orton, until Randy is sitting down, completely dazed. Triple H relents and taunts the crowd, momentum now on his side. Hunter picks Orton up, and wraps his arm around his head, going for a Suplex. Orton hooks the legs, blocking the Suplex. Randy pushes out of the corner, into the center of the ring. From there, Orton slowly turns HHH’s head, and drops him with a neckbreaker. Orton smirks confidently as he goes to the turnbuckle, and begins to unravel it. The ref starts to argue with him, allowing Raven to assault Triple H. Raven hammers him with lefts and rights, and begins to choke Triple H with both hands. Raven lets go, and climbs back to the apron, and Orton covers the fallen HHH.“1….2…”Triple H kicks out! Orton looks shocked, and debates the call with the ref, giving Trips precious time to recover. Randy picks Triple H up, but the Game begins to fight back! Triple H fights back with fists, knocking Randy off of him. Gut kick by HHH, thigh slam! Orton stumbles backwards, and Triple H grabs his head again….Spike DDT! Randy is planted head first onto the mat, and Triple H goes for a pin!“1….2……3…..NO!”Raven breaks up the pin! Raven begins to stomp a mudhole into HHH, but Ken Kennedy comes charging down the ramp like a madman, bandage sloppily wrapped around his head, and blood stains running down his face. Raven looks like he has seen a ghost as Kennedy clotheslines him out of the ring, and begins to pummel him. Triple H picks Orton up, and kicks him in the gut, and sticks his head between his legs. HHH hooks the arms, but Orton drops to his knee, and low blows Triple H! The ref calls for the bell as HHH starts to fall over. Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION, TRIPLE H!Orton picks the Game up, and leaps upwards, delivering a massive RKO! As the bell sounds, Orton stands over an RKO'd Triple H. On the outside, Raven is putting the boots to Kennedy against the security wall, hoping to injure him before their match next Sunday. Orton places his sights on Triple H's sledge hammer. He quickly picks it up and holds the head up to eye level. He stares at it deeply and then down at Triple H. Orton raises the hammer above his head, ready to slam it down on Triple H's back . . ."I Walk Alone" suddenly blares through the arena, nearly scaring the hell out of Orton. "The Animal" Batista quickly comes charging down the ramp. He hits the ring, charging right for Orton . . . Spear! Spear! Spear! Orton goes down hard from the spear, and Batista jumps to his feet. He quickly grabs hold of the ropes, violently shaking them. He slowly pulls Orton up, setting him up for what everyone has been wanting to see. As Batista is about to lift Orton up, Raven slides into the ring . . . Low blow! Batista drops Orton as he holds his groin. As Raven is seconds away from planting Batista with an Evenflow DDT, Kurt Angle comes dashing down the ramp. he dives onto Raven, drilling him with lefts and rights. Batista slowly gets up and pulls Orton up. He begins to pound away on him in the corner, drilling him with as much force as possible. The lights suddenly flicker. Thunder sounds through the arena. From the rafters, Sting is suddenly lowered down to the ring. he quickly pulls off the harness and begins to exchange blows with Angle. Complete and total chaos has broken out in the ring. Kennedy slowly pulls Raven out by the feet, giving him a taste of what is to come next Sunday. Triple H is finally back up, helping Batista do a number on Orton. As the chaos continues, referees and security come storming into the ring.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, hell has literaly broken loose here on SNME. I'm sorry to say,b ut we are out of time.
Owens: We'll see ya' next Sunday, folks.
Styles: be sure to order SNME Cyber Madness only on pay-per-view!
Owens: We're out!The SNME logo quickly wipes across the screen as the shows comes to an end.
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Post by "Scotty Flamingo" on Jan 6, 2008 21:33:26 GMT -5
So mine and Kennedy's match is?
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Chris Jericho
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Post by Chris Jericho on Jan 6, 2008 21:34:21 GMT -5
Barbwire Ropes
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Post by "The Rated R Superstar" Edge on Jan 6, 2008 21:45:09 GMT -5
Yay me! Good show and good luck to everyone in their PPV matches.
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Post by Seth Akira on Jan 6, 2008 21:51:58 GMT -5
Wow, the voting for my match was way off :/
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Post by Chris Jericho on Jan 6, 2008 22:13:00 GMT -5
No it wasn't Cage only got 1 vote. The rest were for TLC
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Post by Seth Akira on Jan 6, 2008 22:24:01 GMT -5
I voted like 50 times for elimination lol.
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Post by Seth Akira on Jan 6, 2008 22:40:04 GMT -5
....hmmmmm...oh well. Not that important
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jan 6, 2008 23:11:15 GMT -5
Elimination had an assload of votes. Here are all the final totals.
Angle vs. Sting 1) Submission: 75 2) Special Guest: 81 3) No Holds Barred: 28
Raven vs. Kennedy 1) Barbwired Ropes: 86 2) House of Fun: 56 3) Tacks: 6
Orton vs. _____ 1) Triple H: 159 2) Batista: 168 3) Shawn Michaels: 118
IC title Match 1) TLC: 262 2) Cage: 140 3) Elimination: 232
World Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match 1) MCMG: 205 2) Outsiders: 70 3) Tamashii Eradico: 47(+50) 4) NBP: 0 5) Hardy Boyz: 1
Gold Rush Finals: 1) Tables: 9 2) Stretcher: 20 3) Last Man Standing: 5
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Chris Jericho
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Post by Chris Jericho on Jan 7, 2008 14:27:05 GMT -5
I know, it was a joke...
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