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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:07:40 GMT -5
Dark Matches:vs. "The Future" Kaz vs. "The Rated R Superstar" EdgeKaz and Edge lock up to begin the match, as Kaz quickly turns it into a side headlock. He wrences the head of the "Rated R Superstar" tightly, with no intent on letting go. A few moments pass, before Edge shows a bit of power, throwing Kaz forward, causing him to come bouncing back, off of the ropes. Edge is quickly met by a kick to the sternum, followed by a swift DDT. Kaz goes for the pin, but only gets the 2. Lifting Edge to his feet, Kaz drags him over to the far corner, leaning him against the turnbuckles. Kaz draws energy from the crowd, and delivers a hard slap, right to the exposed chest of Edge. Edge yells in pain, and Kaz steps up to the middle rope. Kaz yells to the crowd to count along, as he begins to deliver stiff punches to the head of Edge. [/color] "One! Two! Three! Four!"Before Kaz can reach five, Edge pushes him off furiously, followed up by a lightning-paced clothesline, sending Kaz to the floor. Edge grabs Kaz's hair, and sits him up, so he can apply a tight side headlock. Wrenching away, you can see Kaz's face quickly turning blue, from a lack of oxygen. The Rated R Superstar leaves the hold on for several minutes, not allowing Kaz to break away. The referee grabs Kaz's arm, and lifts it into the air."One!"Kaz shows no signs of life, as the ref grabs his arm once more.[/color] "Two!"The fans egg Kaz on, pleading him to get up. Right as his arm begins to fall for a third and final time, a rush of adrenaline kicks in, sending him into a fit of rage. He gets to his fight quickly, sending stiff elbow shots into the stomach of Edge. Finally breaking free, Kaz runs to the ropes, jumps onto the middle, and springboards off, nailing a spot on Enziguri! He beckons for Edge to get up, and as he does, he grabs Edge in a suplex position. He lifts him into the air, with high hopes of dropping him back down, but Edge falls behind him, hitting a huge Edge'O'Matic! Edge keeps the leg hooked, hoping to get the three."One! Two! Two and a half!"Kaz gets the shoulder up! Edge, now furious, argues with the ref, telling him he made a mistake. Kaz, not spotted by Edge, gets up, and runs towards Edge. Edge sidesteps just in time, sending Kaz almost crashing into the ref. Kaz catches himself just in time, and turns around to find Edge once more. And as he does...
SPEAR!
Edge hooks the leg, getting the three count. Edge music blares through the arena as he celebrates his victoriy in his final match here in SNME.[/color] vs. The Undertaker vs. "Your Teacher" Matt StrikerStriker stares across the ring at The Undertaker, trying to hide his fear. Taker begins to venture towards Striker with his dukes up, ready for an all out brawl. Undertaker swings, hitting nothing but air, as Striker ducks out fast, proceeding to push Undertaker into the corner. He hammers away at Takers back relentlessly, until Undertaker can take no more. Taker swings his head around quickly, sending a cold stare into Strikers eyes, showing that his feeble attempts to hurt him did not succeed. Striker, showing more guts than brains, runs and leaps at The Undertaker, who simply catches him in mid air, throwing him into the corner. Taker nails Striker with hard lefts and rights, before delivering one final blow, sending Striker up and over the top rope.
Undertaker goes over the ropes, and hits the floor, grabbing Strikers head. He lifts his limp body onto his right shoulder, intending on ramming his head into the turnpost. Taker runs at the post, but Striker slips off of his shoulder quickly, sending Taker face first into the solid steel Ring Post. With Taker bending over, holding his head in pain, Striker runs towards him, grabbing his head in the process, delivering a sick bulldog onto the steel steps! Taker lays motionless on the floor, as Striker rolls into the ring, then quickly back out, to break up the count.
Striker foolishly taunts to the crowd, unaware that behind him, the Deadman has sat up. Taker waits for Striker to turn around, before grabbing him, and slamming him down hard onto the ring apron. Taker walks up the steps, as Striker lay face up. Taker leaps into the air for a leg drop, but comes crashing down hard as Striker moves at the very last second! Striker grabs a hold of the ropes, and slings himself over them, trying to catch Taker with a suicide dive. But to no avail, as Taker simply catches him, and rams his back into the steel post violently. Taker doesnt let go of Striker, but instead, slides him back into the ring slowly.
Back in the ring, Taker lifts Striker up slowly, and puts him on his shoulder. He carries him over to the turn buckle, and throws him into the air, watching him crash down, face first, onto the padded buckle. At the same time, Taker runs across the ring, attempting to deliver a big boot, but Striker moves! Takers leg gets caught over the top rope, as he quickly tries to get it off. Striker takes advantage of the situation, and delivers a stiff chop block to the back of Takers knee. As Undertaker falls to the mat, his foot gets caught in the ropes. The referee tries hard to get free Takers leg, but is interrupted as Striker flies across the ring, landing a hard dropkick to the face of Undertaker. The Ref finally gets Undertakers leg free, as Striker begins to pull the padding off of the turnbuckle.
The referee stops him and tells him to continue the match, as he proceeds to put the padding back on. With the refs back turned, Matt kicks Undertaker visciously in the crotch, followed by a quick roll up. The ref turns around and sees that Taker is pinned, and makes the count. Striker holds on to the back of Undertakers pants for leverage, as the referee counts to three.[/center] Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado! 2/2/08A video package of some of SNME's greatest moments begins to play along with "Boom" by POD. The video suddenly shatters as we are taken live into the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado! 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: Welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event! We are live from the sold out Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado, and what a night we have in store for us!
Owens: Well Joey, we really don't know what's going down... All we do know is that something big is going to kick off the show and the matches for the night will be announced then. Other than that, we've got no idea.
Styles: I don't know what's in store for tonight, but I'm expecting something big. The entire roster and staff were told to show up, but for what... We've got no idea...
Owens: Well Joey, let's just watch and find out... The pounding of drums suddenly fills the arena, followed by "Sexy Boy" blaring through the P.A. System. The fans are completely ecstatic, popping like crazy for one of their favorites. As they await the arrival of "The Heat Break Kid", the music and titantron suddenly cut off. The fans look on, confused by what just happened.Styles: What's that all about?
Owens: I don't know Joey, but this can't be good...Drowning Pool's "Tearing Away" suddenly begins to play as the titanron is covered by static. Everyone looks on, puzzled by the music. Everyone is in wonder of who it could be about to make their way through the curtain. Through the curtain, like the Devil rising from the flames of hell, he comes. "The Evil Genius" Paul Heyman steps through the curtains, his hands held out as if the masses looking on were worshipping him. He makes his way out onto the stage, lowering his arms and crossing them. He stands there, looking on at the sold out Pepsi Center, a smirk upon his face. His long black trench coat drags the ramp as he graciously makes his way down it. He stands in front of the ring, looking up at it. He takes in a deep breath and then turns towards the steps. He takes each step with pleasure, knowing that in just a few moments he will be back in that ring. He climbs into the ring, a tremendous feeling coming upon him. As he slowly paces around the ring, he motions for a microphone. He quickly takes on from a ring worker and stands in the center of the ring, adjusting his hat upon his head. As his music begins to fade, the sound of the thousands booing quickly replaces it. Heyman simply smiles at their booing, bringing the microphone to his mouth to address them.Heyman: Why, thank you... Thank you for that oh so pleasant welcome you have given me here tonight... A night where I, Paul Heyman, makes his return to a company that once told him they didn't need him anymore... A night where I make my return before fans that have booed me out of the arena, and by the looks of it, still do... And why might you ask... It's quite simple really... A few weeks ago at Cyber Madness, your precious Shawn Michaels made a mistake... As your World Heavyweight Champion, Kurt Angle, stood victorious, Shawn Michaels layed him out with Sweet Chin Music. Now Shawn knew what he was doing... But in doing that he did not realize something... He did not realize that in attacking Kurt Angle, that he would light a fire in Angle... A fire to take Shawn Michaels and make him pay for what he'd done. And with that being said, Shawn has taken it upon himself to go on a leave of absence from Saturday Night's Main Event. And with that decision, he told the board of directors to find someone who could run the show for a while... Shake things up a bit...
Heyman: And who got a phone call within that next twenty-four hours? Me! Paul Heyman! That's right, a man who they told didn't have what it takes to run this place right... A man they told to get the hell out of their company... Well, you see, they were obviously quite wrong... Seeing as how the moment little Shawn Michaels leaves they came crawling back to me! They want things shaken up a bit? Well, they're damn sure going to get it! So, with that said, I'd like to take care of some business... But first, I must bring out The Roy and Sam X..."Headstrong" by Trapt suddenly blares through the arena. The Roy steps through the curtains, welcomed by the cheers of thousands of fans. With his cowboy hat on and his duster dragging the stage behind him, he quickly makes hiw way down the ramp. He climbs onto the apron and quickly enters the ring. He now stands there before Heyman, ready to hear what he has to say.
Horns blare through the arena, announcing the arrival of "The Evolution of Wrestling". Through the curtain he steps, dressed in the finest of suits. Sam X makes his way out onto the stage, his hair freshly cut. With a smirk upon his face and the Intercontinental Championship slung over his shoulder, Sam X slowly makes his way down the ramp. He slowly climbs the steps, welcomed by cheers and boos. He then enters the ring, smiling at Heyman. Heyman nods his head at Sam, as Sam raises the Intercontinental Championship high for everyone to see. As his music begins to fade, Heyman once again begins to speak... [/color] Heyman: Now that the two of you are here, I can get down to business. Sam X, at Cyber Madness the world saw how much you wanted the Intercontinental Championship. And Sam, you defeated two other men in this very ring to get that. Well Sam, with winning a championship, you must prove yourself worthy of even holding it... And that is where you come into play, Roy... You see, I've been watching SNME lately, and I've seen how you look at that belt... I've seen gow you look at Sam... Always jealous of him and the things he does... Don't think we all don't know, Roy...Roy looks at Heyman as if he were crazy. He then asks Heyman what the hell he is talking about.Heyman: What am I talking about? Don't play dumb for me, Roy... I can see it in your eyes now... I know, Sam knows, and these people know, Roy! Yeah, your secret isn't much of a secret anymore... So with that said, you and Sam X will be facing off at Behind Bars. But before then, I'm going to make it interesting. Tonight, the both of you will get the chance to choose the others' opponent and the stipulation of their match. tonight, its Pick Your Poison! Roy, your match will be up first, so Sam gets to make his pick... So who's it gonna' be, Sam?
Sam X: There are a lot of young faces here in SNME. And a lot of them are very promising... But there is one who promises more than others... And that is Antonio "The Promise" Thomas!
Heyman: And the stipulation? Come on... Make it something extreme!
Sam X: Texas Bull-Rope! Have fun, Roy... Haha!
Heyman: Nice choice. It seems as if I taught you well back in our days together as manager and client. And now Roy, it is your turn to choose...
Roy: Sam... Tonight will be a night like no other... Tonight you will go head to head with one of the greatest athletes I've ever seen in this ring... You think you're so phenomenal? How bout you go head to head with "The Phenomenal "AJ Styles! And just for fun, let's make it an Ultimate X match!
Heyman: Wow... Ultimate X, huh? Very nice choice... Well boys, I hope you picked the right opponenets for tonight. You two can head to the back, I've got more business out here. And Roy, coe by my office sometime tonight. I've got something to discuss with you... Now, onto my other business out here. Tonight's show will be something for you to never forget. Tonight you will not only see the two matches you just heard about, but you will see the debut of Scott Steiner and The Rock, where they will go head to head. You will also see the Murder City Machine Guns take on the New World Order. Then we will be seeing a great friend of mine, Muhammad Hassan taking on the man who cost me my job... "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton! And for the final match, you will be seeing a triple threat match, where the winner challenges Bryan Danielson for the Custom Championship at Behind Bars! It will be Naples Knight versus Shane Whelan versus Kammy! Oh, and one more thing... Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho will be signing their death wishes this evening!
Heyman: And as for my last piece of news... I have come up with a creation... A creation which you will see at Behind Bars. This creation of mine will be called The Prison Break! As for hearing more... Wait till next week!Heyman drops the microphone as "Tearing Away" takes over the arena once more. With the boos once again coming his way, Heyman quickly exits the ring and makes his way to the back...[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:11:15 GMT -5
vs. The Rock vs. "Big Poppa Pump" Scott SteinerThe Rock and Scott Steiner stare eachother down in the center of the ring as we cut back from commercial. The 'Brahma Bull' closes his eyes and tilts his head back, soaking in the electricity generated by the sould out arena. Big Poppa Pump simply waits for the Rock to finish, and makes eye contact with 'The People's Champion' before flexing his insane muscles. The Rock mocks Steiner by making faces and flexing at the same time, which Steiner hates. Big Poppa Pump brings his arm back for a big clothesline, when some not so familiar music hits the speakers...
From inside the tunnel, we see a figure. The figure is the shadow of a very large man. Ripped from head to toe, he looks like a monster. Before long, with the anticipation rising, he emerges from the tunnel. IT'S BROCK LESNAR!!!
The Next Big Thing doesn't stop on the stage to jump around and wait for his pyro to go off, he just continues his way toward the ring. Scott Steiner and the Rock stand there, dumbfounded as to why Lesnar is even in the building. Brock slides underneath the ropes and in one fell swoop, clotheslines both Rock and Steiner! Steiner gets back up first, but is merely thrown aside with a seemingly effortless belly to belly suplex. The Rock runs at Lesnar with the intent for a clothesline, but instead is scooped up and spinebustered in the center of the ring! With Rock down, Lesnar turns back to Steiner.
He grabs him by the head, and lifts Big Poppa Pump up for a powerbomb. WHAM. Brock slams him into the mat, but he's not done. He scoops him up again. WHAM. Another powerbomb! The fans are genuinely worried at this point, but Brock doesn't care. He lifts Steiner up again, and even parades him around in a circle before slamming him down with the third and final powerbomb. Steiner clutches his ribs and rolls onto his side, while Lesnar turns to the Rock. the Next Big Thing wastes no time on the People's Champion, he simply lifts him and and slams him down with a sickening F-5.
As security rushes out, Brock looks on at the destruction he has just caused. As twenty or more security guards rush the ring, Brock looks to the stage, smiling. Standing on the stage is Paul Heyman, simply clapping. With a sick smile on his face, Brock rolls out of the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp.The camera cuts to the back showing Trish Stratus making her way down the hall. With a look of attitude upon her face, she comes to a door and begins pounding on it.Trish: Emma, I know you're in there... It's time you came out and saw who your challenger for Behind Bars is!Trish continues to pound on the door, until it slowly opens. Emma stands in the doorway, the Women's Championship over her shoulder. She looks on at Trish as if Trish were some kind of moron.Emma: So why are you pounding on my door again?Trish: You know why I'm beating on your door... Emma, you've had that belt for too long, and it's about time someone challenged you for it. And do you know who that is? Emma: Shouldn't really matter... I'm ready for anyone...Trish: Well you better be ready, because at Behind Bars I'm taking what's mine! Emma: You done now? [/i] Trish stomps her feet and walks off, frustrated at how Emma acts so calm about the whole situation.[/center] You Can't See Me!?! The scene cuts to the Murder City Machine Guns walking down the hall, joking around with one another. As they begin to walk for the curtain, they bump into their opponents at Behind Bars, "The Prophecy". Shelley and Sabin get a serious look on their faces, and put up their fists, sending Austin Aries into a slight laughter. [/color] Aries: Do not fret, boys. We aren't here to fight. We are simply here, to wish you two good luck. Don't work too hard out there, because you are gonna have to save all that energy for Behind Bars, if you want even the slightest chance of winning. So, from myself, and The Fallen Angel...
Daniels: Good luck.The Prophecy walks away smirking devilishly, as the Guns stare on, unimpressed at the Aries' and Daniels' words. [/center] vs. Alex Shelley & Chris Sabin vs. "Hollywood" Hogan & Darren Mack(Tag Team Match!)Suddenly "Voodoo Chile" by Jimi Hendrix blasts through the PA System. The NWO make their way out of the curtain to a huge chorus of boos. Hogan stands at the top of the entrance way as he plays air guitar while Darren Mack makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Hogan and Mack reach the ring and climb up on the apron, making there way to the inside. Hogan continues top play air guitar as Mack taunts to the crowd.
All of a sudden, "1977" by Bang Bang interrupts NWO’s entrance as the crowd erupts into huge cheers for the Murder City Machine Guns. Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin make their through the curtain and a MCMG chant fills the arena. Sabin and Shelley throw up the Motor City taunt as they make their way down the ramp, and the entire arena follows along doing the taunt as well. Sabin and Shelley enter the ring, and climb the buckles, doing the taunt once more. The music turns off as MCMG chants fill the arena once more. The crowd quiets down and the bell sounds, signifying the beginning of the match."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Sabin and Mack will start it off. Sabin gets a slow clap started in the crowd as the arena is rocking now. As Sabin and Mack lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Sabin gets Mack in a headlock, but Darren tosses Chris off the ropes. Sabin bounces back and is met by a huge should block. Sabin gets up and goes off the ropes again and is met with another shoulder block. Sabin gets up another time and goes off the ropes and slides between Mack’s legs and hits him with a dropkick. Sabin now runs off the ropes one more time and gets nailed by a huge clothesline from Mack. Mack goes for the cover….."1, 2,…….kick out!"Sabin gets out of it. Mack takes Chris over to his corner, and tags in Hogan. Mack and Hogan set up Sabin for a double team now, and they double suplex him. Hogan goes for the cover….."1, 2,…… kick out!"Sabin gets out of it again. Hogan now puts on a headlock to Chris and the crowd starts a slow clap, urging Sabin to get up and make a tag. Sabin powers up with Hogan and gets out of it after shots to the gut with an elbow. Sabin runs off the ropes and comes back but is met yet again with another shoulder block, this time by Hogan. Hogan now picks up Sabin, and hits him with a huge right, and another, and another, one after each other. Hogan now takes one huge punch upside Chris’s head now, knocking him over. Hogan goes for another cover……"1, 2,…….. Kick out!"Sabin gets out of it again. Hogan picks up Chris now, and goes for a back suplex, but somehow Sabin over powers him and blocks it. Sabin now gets out of it and hit’s a spin kick to the gut of Hogan bending him over. Sabin now climbs the top rope and jumps down with a double axe handle across Hulk’s back, but he still doesn’t go down. Sabin quickly tags in Shelley as the both of them hit the ropes... Double Dropkick! Hogan stumbles back, leaning against the ropes. Sabin and Shelley lock hands, charging at Hogan... Double Clothesline! Hogan goes over the top rope. Mack quickly gets into the ring. Shelley goes for a kick. Mack catches it. Shelley jumps up... Inziguri! Mack falls back right into a neckbreaker from Sabin! Mack hits the mat and rolls out of the ring as Hogan slides in. Sabin jumps over the ropes. He springs over the ropes... Springboard Dropkick! Hogan stumbles back... Reverse STO from Shelley! Sabin dives onto Hogan for the cover..."1... 2... 3!!!"
Finkel: Here are your winners... Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley... the Murder City Machine Guns!"1977" blares through the arena as Sabin and Shelley celebrate as we cut to the back.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:16:13 GMT -5
The cameras quickly cut to the back where Todd Grisham is shown standing by with Kammy, who is moments away from one of the biggest matches in here career.Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with Kammy; a superstar that has overcome adversity and shown that she has what it takes to compete with the men here in Saturday Night's Main Event. Now Kammy, as you know, tonight you go into a triple threat match. You're not only facing one man but two! How do you feel going in there tonight?
Kammy: I feel quite confident actually. There isn't an ounce of worriness in my mind, because I can keep myself focused on that one goal, and that's getting the job done. I've pushed myself to my limits, and I will not walk out of here a loser tonight. Wrestling is my heart and soul, and when I defeat Naples Knight and Shane Whelan tonight, I'll be on my way to making history by being the first woman to ever hold the Custom Championship. That's a promise I entend to keep.
Grisham: After seeing that many men here in SNME don't take you serious in the ring, do you think that either of these men will?
Kammy: I hope neither of them take me seriously, because that gives me the advantage out there. I know I can fight; that's all that matters. If they take me for granted, I'll just have to prove them wrong by beating them both. Once I get my shot at the Custom Championship at Behind Bars, I think everyone here in SNME will show a deeper respect for me. I know I can win it, and I'll prove to the world that I am capable.
Grisham: You heard it folks, Kammy is looking to make history tonight! Kammy, thank you for your time and good luck out there!Kammy smiles at Todd and begins to walk off. Todd begins to look sad as she leaves...Grisham: Call me!Todd sighs and then motions for the cameras to cut off. vs. vs. Naples Knight vs. "Insane" Shane Whelan vs. Kammy(Triple Threat Match: Custom Championship #1 Contendership!)As we return from commercial break, Naples Knight and Kammy hook up as Whelan stands off to the corner. Kammy tosses him into a headlock and takes him down to the mat. Kammy locks her fingers around his jaw and applies plenty of pressure to it. Suddenly, Whelan bounces off the ropes, jumps and kicks Kammy in the face.
Whelan picks her up and nails a beautiful fisherman supplex. He goes for the pin but only gets a one. Naples Knight gets up and swings a huge right, but misses. Whelan kicks out his knee and nails a stiff DDT.
Kammy is back up and nails a huge backdrop on Whelan. Naples goes to take a swing at her but he gets poked in the eyes. Kammy picks him up and slams him. From behind Shane tries to get the upper hand and fails. Kammy throws him into the corner and he is on the receiving end of some sick chops.
Kammy goes for the Kammy Kutter but Shane pushes her out of it and Naples nails her with a lariat. Naples and Shane hook up and Shane quickly gets the upper hand. Naples receives some stiff forearms and is quickly taken to the ground. Shane kicks him in the head until he is bleeding. Shane continues to punch the wound until the blood is squirting out.
Shane picks him up and shoots him off the ropes and nails him with a black hole slam. Shane then picks him up and tosses him out of the ring. Kammy and Shane hook up and Kammy nails him in the gut and falls through with a neck breaker. Kammy goes for the pin, but only gets a two.
Kammy bounces off the ropes and nails a huge leg drop. The crowd is going nuts as Kammy taunts to Shane. She is aiming for the Kammy Kutter! Shane is up, but Kammy ends up on the floor. Naples nailed her hard in the back of the head with a dropkick.
Shane is shaken and Naples nails him with a spear. Kammy is back up and as Naples turns around he is nailed with a Kammy Kutter! Kammy is not done there though. She picks him up and nails a Kammyplex! She goes for the pin, but Shane breaks it up. Shane picks her up by the hair and nails a sick DDT! Shane then takes her and puts her on his knee and starts to spank her!
Shane then tosses her to the mat and locks in a camel clutch. Just as it looks like Kammy is going to tap, Naples breaks it up. Naples attempts a supplex on Shane, but Shane lands on his feet and turns him around into an Insane Pain!
Shane has the match won, but Kammy amazingly breaks it up. Kammy picks him up and nails the Kammy Kutter! Kammy goes for the win, but Shane kicks out. Shane and Kammy end up on their feet and they start swinging. Suddenly, Kammy gets laid up by the Insane Pain and he hooks her leg for the win!"1....2....3!"Fink: Here is your winner, INSANE SHANE WHELAN!Sam X is seen sitting down in an interview set. The blue background is common, and plain. Sam has his IC Title slung around his right shoulder, his face a look of pure anger and confusion; chaos. In the chair next to him sits Todd Grisham. Todd: Sam, thank you for letting me interview you tonight. I’d just like to ask a few questions regarding your whole situation.Sam looks at Todd, no words come out of his mouth though.Todd: With Roy as your opponent at Behind Bars, what can you expect going into the match?
Sam: Todd, it’s not what I can expect, it’s what that skid-monkey Roy can. I’ve been known for dealing out some of the most brutal punishments in the history of SNME, but Behind Bars will be different. You see Todd, I’m not punishing Roy at Behind Bars, I’m torturing him.
Todd: I can see where all of these emotions are coming from, but how are you so positive it was Roy that attacked and took out your best friend Joey Phenomenal?
Sam: Because I can sense it in his eyes, Todd. When I looked at him last Sunday, and when I stared into his eyes, I saw fear. I saw a dog cowering away from it’s master. Roy hasn’t spoken up yet Grisham, but at the pay per view, I am going to force it out of him.
Todd: One last question, what if Roy is not the person who took out Joey?
Sam: Let me stop you right there. If that low life scum isn’t the man who took JP out, then I am sure that I will never find them. Why? Because after seeing the beating I deal out onto Roy, they will never want to be within a mile of me. As for Roy, well, the little skid-mark deserves it either way.
Todd: Thank you for your time, Sam, and I hope you find who did this.The camera cuts out. Drowning Pool's "Tearing Away" suddenly blares through the arena for the second time tonight. As they did earlier, the fans welcome "The Evil Genius" Paul Heyman to the ring with a chorus of boos. As Heyman steps through the curtain, that same smirk appears across his face. He thrives on the hatred the crowd gives them and simple loves every bit of it. He quickly makes his way to the ring, his coat flapping behind him. He enters the ring and quickly takes a microphone from the table set up in the center of the ring. Upon the table is a briefcase, a pen, and a contract. As Heyman stands by the table, the fans continue booing him, showing their dislike for him. He simply ignores it, giving them a slight smirk.Heyman: What? Surprised to see me back out here so soon? Huh? Well, just like earlier, I've got some business to tend to. As you all know, the main event at Behind Bars has been announced. It will be Kurt Angle defending his 'Oh so precious' World Heavyweight Championship against Chris Jericho in a Hell in the Cell match! Now, as many of you know, this match is not for the faint at heart. Oh no, it is more for someone like me, who loves to see blood pouring from superstars. That is why I am making it so that the both of these men will be signing off on risking their lives! Because if one of them just happen to die in that ring, I'm not paying their expenses. Oh no, they can pay for their own damn funerals. But... Without further adieu, let's bring both Mr. Angle and Mr. Jericho out here...
"My Quest" suddenly blares through the arena, bringing the sold out Pepsi Center 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 ignores Heyman's hand which is extended for him to shake and removes his sunglasses. As he adjusts his belt on his shoulder, he picks up a microphone.
“Break the Walls Down” blares over the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of boos. Chris Jericho's silhouette is cast upon the ramp, his arms outstretched. He quickly spins around, revealing himself to everyone. He is dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt of his own. Jericho slowly makes his way down the ramp, eyes focused on Kurt and the World Heavyweight Championship. Jericho quickly jogs up the steps and enters the ring. He too takes a microphone, looking Angle right in the eyes. As his music begins to fade away, Heyman begins to speak...Heyman: Well... Well... Well... What do ya' know... Kurt actually made something of himself, huh? Actually got past all the things I had the Extremists do to you, huh?
Angle: You're damn right I got past all of that, Heyman. And look at me now! I've held this belt longer than anyone in this company. I've defeated everyone thrown in my way... Even everyon YOU threw in my way.
Heyman: It's good to see things like this... Guys like you actually rising to the top and staying there... And Jericho, haha... Good 'ol friend of mine. Still going strong I see... Well, you two know the routine... Take the pen and sign the damn thing.Heyman lowers his microphone, pointing to the contract on the table. Jericho and Angle ignore Heyman. Their eyes are locked together, deathly cold. Neither man blinks, showing their determination.Heyman: Will you two just sign the damn thing!?!
Angle: I'll be more than happy to sign it...Angle adjusts his Championship on his shouler and looks down at the contract. He takes the pen, looking Jericho dead in the eyes. He then signs it, letting Jericho know that this belt... This day and time... Is his. Jericho then snatches the pen from Angle, getting a look of frustration upon his face. With no looking back, Jericho signs his name on the dotted line. He drops the pen on the table, getting nose to nose with Angle. The two begin what is yet again another cold face off.Heyman: Jericho... Angle... the two of you better watch it. You have both signed your name to a legal binding document, and if you would have looked closely... Neither one of you are allowed to touch the other until the bell sounds for your match at Behind Bars... And the both of you know what happens if you break that agreement, right? Let me explain. Jericho, if you touch Angle before Behind Bars... You forfeit your shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Angle, if you touch Jericho before Behind Bars... Haha, you are STRIPPED of the World Heavyweight Championship!
Angle: I ought to break your freakin' ankle!
Heyman: Go ahead... See if I don't have your contract terminated in a matter of seconds... Oh, and one more thing... Next week, the both of you will be running individual gauntlets! Good luck!Heyman places his microphone on the table and places the contract in the briefcase. He simply smiles at both Angle and Jericho as we cut backstage...
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:18:22 GMT -5
Scott Levy is sitting on a stairwell in a dimly lit part of the arena. Sitting on the flight above him is Nick Martel. Scott Levy is dressed awkwardly. He is wearing military boots, jeans, a dress shirt with a tie that is barely knotted, and a zip-up hoodie that drenches his face as the hood falls over his head. Scott has his hands clenches together cover his mouth and his eyes pierce through the camera. Scott Levy: For thousands of years dynasties have ruled this world. They circled the world and concurred by fear until they fell to the next great leader. However for some areas, they were kept under a certain darkness of dictatorship. See for some the darkness is an endless enemy that can not be eluded. Yet the purpose of human existence is to kindle a light to brighten the darkness. Randy Orton you have walked into my land, the land in the City of Woe. Scott Levy tosses a pack of matches towards the camera. Scott Levy: Can you kindle a light, Randy? Randy heed the warning as the City of Woe is full of trust and hate and love and fate, for I don’t understand social grace and the human race confuse me. So it is written, so it shall come to pass, quote the raven nevermore. Scott tosses his arms up horizontally in the crucifix pose as we fade to black. vs. "The Great" Muhammad Hassan vs. "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton“ALAAYAYAYAYEYEYAHAYEA” blares through the arena as the sounds of the Middle East take over the arena. Through the curtains steps Muhammad Hassan and his manager Daivari. With his turban draped over his head and shoulders, Hassan stands upon the stage. He raises his hands out, as if he were some sort of god to these people. As the boos fill the arena, Hassan begins to make his way to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and climbs into the ring, followed by Daivari. Hassan slowly paces the rings, admiring the booing fans and their stupidity. He then removes his turban and hands it to Daivari. As Hassan stretches, his music is suddenly interrupted...
The lights slightly dim as "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive fills the arena. Fans begin to cheer and boo, giving Orton that same mixed reaction he has been given for quite some time now. Through the curtains steps "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. Like never before, the hunger for victory can be seen in Orton's eyes. As Orton stands on the stage he quickly raises his arms. Golden sparks begin to rain down behind him, sending the glimmer through the entire arena. The sparks suddenly stop and the smoke begins to linger. Orton lowers his arms and stares hard at Hall. Randy slowly moves down the ramp, the women once again admiring his body. That cocky grin we always see from him suddenly creeps across his face as he makes it to the ring. Orton steps onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He bows up at Hassan, but Mike Chioda quickly gets between them. Randy climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising him arms high in the air. Just as he is about to climb down Hassan charges at him, nailing him across the back with a double axe-handle.[/color] "Ding, Ding, Ding!"Orton slips off the ropes as Hassan continues drilling him in the back. Orton suddenly slings his elbow back, nailing Hassan right on the chin. Hassan stumbles back, holding his chin. He looks on at Orton for a moment, the look of rage upon his face. Hassan suddenly charges at Orton. Orton moves, sending Hassan crashing the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe-hold! Hassan slowly rolls out of the ring, being checked on by Daivari. Orton rolls his eyes and quickly drops to the mat. He rolls out, getting in the face of Daivari. Davairi begins to yell in Arabic, telling Orton god knows what. Orton then decks Daivari across the jaw, knocking him out of his way. Hassan charges Orton, lifting him up onto his shoulder. Hassan runs forward, slamming Orton's back into the barricade. Hassan backs away, but quickly charges again. Orton ducks, lifting Hassan up and over the barricade with a back body drop. He lands in the laps of a few fans who shove him to the floor. He snatches a beer from one of the fans and tosses it into Orton's face. Orton wipes his eyes, allowing Hassan time to climb back over. Hassan nails Orton in the mid-section with a knee and rolls him into the ring.
Orton is quick to get to his feet, meeting Hassan with a big right hook. Both men begin to exchange blows back and fourth. Orton ducks under a left, spinning Hassan around. Orton hooks Hassan's head... Inverted headlock backbreaker! Hassan squirms on the mat, his back aching in pain. Orton quickly gets to his feet, pulling Hassan up. Orton sends him across the ring with an Irish whip... Hassan comes back, getting nailed with a beautiful vertical dropkick! Hassan falls to the mat as Orton dives onto him for a cover.[/color] "One! Two! Kickout!"Hassan gets the shoulder up, keeping the match going. Orton slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Hassan to a vertical base. He whips Hassan into the ropes. As Hassan comes back, Orton goes around him, locking in a sleeper. The two men stand in the center of the ring; Hassan trying to stay awake. Orton pulls tighter and tighter, taking the very life from Hassan's body. Hassan seems to be fading, quickly losing the air he needs to keep him from passing out. In an act of desperation, Hassan reaches up, grabbing onto Orton's head. He drops down, pulling Orton's jaw onto his head... Jaw breaker! Orton stumbles back, holding his jaw. Hassan slowly crawls to the ropes, moving toward Daivari. Daivari slips something to Hassan, looking to be a roll of quarters. Daivari climbs onto the apron, taking the referees attention. As Orton reaches down to pull Hassan up, he is decked in the jaw with Hassan's fist clenched around the roll of quarters. Orton falls limp at that very instant. Hassan tosses the roll of quarters out of the ring, causing it to break and scatter money all over ringside. As Daivari hops off the ring apron, Hassan covers Orton..."One... Two... Thr-NO!"Orton kicks out! Orton kicks out! Hassan looks over his shoulder at Daivari, shocked from Orton kicking out. Hassan slams his hands on the mat and quick gets to his feet. He begins to yell in Arabic, grabbing the referee by the collar of his shirt. Hassan shoves the referee back and slowly turns around... RKO! RKO! RKO! Hassan is out cold from the hellacious RKO Orton just delivered. Daivari tries to slide in, but Orton charges at him, punting him in the side of the head. Orton dives onto Hassan for the cover..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton!"Burn In My Light" blares through the arena once more as Orton stands over Hassan's fallen body. Orton signals for his music to cut and motions for a microphone. Orton takes microphone from Howard Finkel and stands in the center of the ring, the microphone raised to his mouth.Orton: Losing my fire, huh? Losing my drive, huh? How was that? Was that good enough for all of you? Was that proof enough that "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton is in fact NOT dead!?! Ever since making my return back to Saturday Night's Main Event, I've heard the same garbage... Randy's lost his drive... His fire... His determination... Well you're all wrong! The Randy Orton you all once knew is still very much alive... Let this be a warning to you all... If I hear any more of this crap about me... People will begin to pay... People will begin to suffer... And as for you, Raven... Having the gall to approach me face to face... Raven, I won't stand for crap like that... You want to approach me... Do it in a match one on one... You name the place and time...Orton slams down the microphone, causing the sound of static to blare through the arena. "Burn In My Light" suddenly begins to play once more as Orton rolls out of the ring.[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:24:51 GMT -5
Here Comes The Pain! We cut to Paul Heyman’s office, which is decorated by various ECW memorabilia and weapons. Heyman’s desk sits in the back of the office, where The Evil Genius himself sits, looking over papers. A knock comes on the door. Heyman: Come in. The door opens, and in walks the Roy, with a confused look on his face. Roy: You wanted to see me?
Heyman: Ah yes, Roy, come here. I wanted to talk to you.
Roy: About?
Heyman: I just wanted to say, what a great job you did in decimating Joey Phenomenal. It was extreme, just how I like it. You’re coming into your own my friend, and I applaud that.
Roy: Thanks Mr. Heyman, but, I unfortunately must tell you that it wasn’t me. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t get the chance to take Joey out. Heyman sits back in his chair and looks at Roy strangely.Roy: But……I think I know who did.
Heyman: Ah? Well tell me Roy.Roy leans in and whispers into Heyman’s ear. Paul’s face suddenly expands into a wide smirk, and his eyes brighten as we cut to commercial break. [/color] Joey: This man truely hasn't been the same since this match was announced..
Owens: Well, maybe as his entrance music says, maybe misery is what he needed going into this match??
Joey: Well we can only find out, here.. Antonio rolls into the ring.. He slides his jacket off, and walks over to a corner, where he props himself up, and lays his head back. Promise climbs down from the turnbuckle, ready to get things started as the bell sounds."Ding, Ding, Ding!"The match starts off with both men staring into each others eyes. The audience watches in curiosity of who will make the first move. They are soon answered as The Roy charges Thomas. The Promise wraps his arms around The Roy and flings him backwards with a belly to belly suplex. The Roy uses the momentum from the throw to quickly get back to his feet, holding his back. Thomas looks at him and smiles. Again The Roy charges The Promise. This time Antonio hooks his arm under The Roy’s and dragon ships him down to the mat. The Roy stands up in Antonio’s face with his face turning red. The Promise laughs in Roy's face adding insult to injury. In a fit of rage, The Roy punches Antonio in the face. Antonio turns away from The Roy holding his jaw in place. The Roy clubs him in the back of the head with his forearm, knocking him down to the ground. The Roy stomps him over and over again. He then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to eye level. The Promise is dazed, leaving The Roy with an open window of opportunity. The Roy kicks him in the gut and tosses him into the turnbuckle. The Roy runs at Antonio to smash him, but The Promise falls straight down out of the way. The Roy hit’s the turnbuckle and Thomas rolls him up."1... 2..."The Roy kicks out. Both men spring up just as full of energy as the start of the match. They grapple up, resulting in The Roy kneeing Antonio in the chest. The Roy springboards from the middle rope and falls backwards with an elbow to The Promise’s head. Both men hit the mat once again. The Roy walks over and grabs Thomas by his left leg. He looks to the fans yelling back at them. Antonio uses this small time to kick The Roy. The Roy loses his grip and while still laying down, The Promise knocks The Roy down with a toe hold. He then bounces up and kicks Roy in his ribs. The Roy rolls over to his back. Antonio Thomas hits him with a standing leg drop. Now feeling the momentum, Antonio Thomas goes to the top rope. He looks around for a brief moment, then plunges into the air. Just as he is about to land a cross body, The Roy sticks his knees into the air. The Promises ribs nearly crack on impact. Both men now struggle to get up. The referee gets to about five in a double count out before The Roy is back to his feet. He stumbles over to Promise while holding his knees. The Roy smacks The Promise in the face, then leans over to scream at him. Again The Promise rolls him up."1... 2..."The Roy kicks out and stands up furiously. He picks up The Promise, who returns with a jab to The Roy’s eyes. The Roy rubs his eyes trying to regain vision. Antonio Thomas missile toe drop kicks the Roy knocking him against the ropes. Upon his rebound from the ropes, The Roy clotheslines Thomas, falling down with him. Once again, both men lay flat on the mat. "1... 2... 3... 4..."The Roy crawls over to The Promise and covers him."1... 2..."The Promise kicks out. The Roy rolls over to his back, breathing heavily. Antonio Thomas uses the ropes to start standing up. The Roy also stirs. Roughly at the same time, the men are standing up. They begin to exchange right hands. Roy punched Thomas. Thomas Punches Roy. Roy punches Thomas. They go back and forth until finally, The Promise hit’s a shining wizard out of no where. Antonio lays back over The Roy."1... 2..."The Roy gets his foot on the bottom rope. Antonio stands up and leans against the ropes. The Roy slowly gets to his feet. Antonio measures him up waiting for the right time to strike. He pounces towards The Roy who ducks out of the way. Thomas’ forearm strike directed at The Roy, ends up pounding into the skull of the referee. The Roy rolls under the bottom rope. Antonio stands up a little confused. He looks down noticing the referee is knocked out. The Roy now rolls back into the ring holding his cowboy hat. He reaches inside and seems to be entrapping something from the inside. He pulls out the long all black steel link chain that he was last seen using on RVD. The Promise is holding his head looking at the ref, concerned with being disqualified. The Roy wraps the chain around his neck, falls to his back, and chokes Thomas until he turns red. The Roy notices the ref rolling over, and breaks the choke hold. He wraps the chain around his fist and waits. Holding his neck and gasping for air, The Promise stands up. The Roy punches him in the back of the head. The collision of the chain onto his head knocks him out instantly. The Roy covers The promise several seconds before the ref is able to count. "1... 2... 3..."
Styles: Can you believe this? Roy has cheated to defeat Antonio Thomas!
Owens: Joey, you should know... Roy always cheats to win...The Roy stands up laughing. He grabs his cowboy hat and places it on his head. He dangles the chain over Antonio’s face mocking him as “Headstrong” blares through the arena. He then looks into the camera, mouthing the words, "How's that for ya', Sammy?" Roy quickly rolls out of the ring and heads ot the back as Thomas is helped to his feet by the referee.[/center]
The ring is set up for Ultimate X, the red ropes strung above the ring in the X position. “I Am” begins playing over the arena as the debuting A.J. Styles walks out through the curtain, clad in his entrance attire. Styles is met by a chorus of cheers as he slides into the ring, and performs his signature taunt. “I Am” comes to a close.
“Line in the Sand” is heralded by a trumpet blaring over the arena as the Intercontinental Champion steps through the curtain. Sam X stands atop the ramp, IC Title raised high above his head. Sam walks down to the ring, and slides into the ring, staring at Styles and the X above the ring. Sam hands the ref the belt, and he calls for the bell!
“Ding, Ding, Ding!”
Sam and Styles go for a quick lock up, which Sam powers through, and slaps a quick headlock on Styles. A.J. sneaks out of the hold, and spins behind Sam, tripping his feet out from under him. Styles goes for a leg lock, but Sam rolls over and kicks AJ right in the face. Styles falls backwards, allowing Sam to get to his feet, and clotheslines AJ out of the ring. Sam himself stays in the ring, but not for long, as he vaults himself over the top with a senton!
X crashes onto AJ, knocking the wind out of him. Sam gets up, and slides back into the ring, and begins climbing the scaffolding. X is about halfway up when AJ Springboards off the ropes, and hits a dropkick on Sam, knocking him off the scaffold. Sam falls to the mat, and grasps his back. AJ lands, but gets back up to his feet quickly. AJ lifts Sam up, and whips him across the ring, and fires back with a kick to the face, knocking Sam down on the mat. Styles begins to climb the scaffolding, desperately trying to win the match. Sam is up though, and stumbles over to Styles, who he begins to pound with forearms, and finally pulls the cruiserweight off of the X scaffolding. Sam picks AJ up, and delivers a ferocious kick to the gut, completely knocking the wind out of Styles. Sam grabs AJ in a double underhook, and flings him backwards with a masterful Butterfly Suplex!
Sam contemplates between AJ and the win, and picks Styles. Sam lifts AJ up, and pushes him into the corner. X bashes his skull against the metal, and then whips him across the ring. AJ bounces off from impact, and turns around into a bone crunching slam from Sam. Styles grasps his back as X continues to pick him up. Sam goes for a clothesline, but Styles ducks, and turns behind Sam. AJ grabs his head, and slams him down with a bulldog! Styles rolls through, and leaps up onto the scaffolding, his experience obviously showing. AJ begins climbing the metal, as Sam X starts to rise up. Styles is hanging from the scaffolding as Sam X pulls him down, sending him crashing to the mat. X picks AJ up, and lifts him for the Void Slam, but Styles slips behind, and pushes Sam forwards, then hits him with the Pele Kick! X falls on his back as Styles immediately hits an Asai moonsault. AJ begins climbing again, with Sam moving slightly AJ is near the center of the X when Sam climbs the opposite turnbuckle. Sam, with a leap of faith, flies forward and Spears Styles off of the X! Holy shit! Sam lifts AJ up, and hits the Extinction Drop, drilling him in the head. Sam begins to climb, and shimmies his way across to the X, and grabs it, falling down and securing the win.
Fink: Here is your winner at 8:32, SAM X!
Just as Sam raises the X and IC Belt up high, Roy sneaks up, and completely obliterates him with a steel chair shot to the back of the head. Sam falls down limp, as Roy continues to bash the chair onto Sam. Officials race down, and pull Roy off of X, the contender for Sam’s title trying so hard to get back.
X lays bloody in the center of the ring, IC Title fallen on the floor. We cut up to Roy’s sadistically grinning face as the SNME logo paints across the screen, sending the show off the air.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 4, 2008 23:26:35 GMT -5
I'm going to go ahead an apologise for the group as a whole. I know we can do much better work than this. Match wise this show pretty much blows ass. We all pretty much had a lot to do this week/weekend and could not put as much effort in as hoped. Once again, I apologize for any sloppiness or shitty matches you may read. Hope you enjoy.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 4, 2008 23:52:41 GMT -5
Edge hooks the leg, getting the three count. Edge music blares through the arena as he celebrates his victoriy in his final match here in SNME.
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Post by Kammy on Feb 4, 2008 23:56:36 GMT -5
I don't understand how Naples doesn't roleplay, yet I get pinned.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 5, 2008 0:00:10 GMT -5
I don't understand how Naples doesn't roleplay, yet I get pinned. Storyline?
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 5, 2008 0:00:32 GMT -5
I didn't write it, sorry. That's all I can say.
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Post by thekillawhale on Feb 5, 2008 0:05:37 GMT -5
Yeah that confuses even me a little too, maybe storyline like Magnum suggested.
Get ready Dragon...
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Post by The Promise on Feb 5, 2008 0:20:24 GMT -5
Another Promise
Kept
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 5, 2008 0:28:29 GMT -5
Roy should've one... *waits for the "Get Off Roy's Dick" response* jk btw.
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Post by The Roy on Feb 5, 2008 1:28:00 GMT -5
Dude, i just spent the last two hours writing a fucking match with my comp freezing after every ten words. I was too tired from work to do it on time, and just as i am about to send the fucking match in, AFTER HAVING TO RESTART THE COMP THREE TIMES BEFORE BEING ABLE TO COPY AND PASTE, i see this? That's fine. ill post the fucking match right here so that no one calls me a liar.
The match starts off with both men staring into each others eyes. The audience watches in curiosity of who will make the first move. They are soon answered as The Roy charges Thomas. The Promise wraps his arms around The Roy and flings him backwards with a belly to belly suplex. The Roy uses the momentum from the throw to quickly get back to his feet, holding his back. Thomas looks at him and smiles. Again The Roy charges The Promise. This time Antonio hooks his arm under The Roy’s and dragon ships him down to the mat. The Roy stands up in Antonio’s face with his face turning red. The Promise laughs in face adding insult to injury. In a fit of rage, The Roy punches Antonio in the face. Antonio turns away from The Roy holding his jaw in place. The Roy clubs him in the back of the head with his forearm, knocking him down to the ground. The Rou stomps him over and over again. He then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to eye level. The Promise is dazed, leaving The Roy with an open window of opportunity. The Roy kicks him in the gut and tosses him into the turnbuckle. The Roy runs at Antonio to smash him, but The Promise falls straight down out of the way. The Roy hit’s the turnbuckle and Thomas rolls him up.
1 2 The Roy kicks out. Both men spring up just as full of energy as the start of the match. The grapple up, resulting in The Roy kneeing Antonio in the chest. The Roy springboards from the middle rope and falls backwards with an elbow to The Promise’s head. Both men hit the mat once again. The Roy walks over and grabs Thomas by his left leg. He looks to the fans yelling back at them. Antonio uses this small time to kick The Roy. The Roy loses his grip and while still laying down, The Promise knocks The Roy down with a toe hold. He Then bounces up and kicks Roy in his ribs. The Roy rolls over to his back. Antonio Thomas hits him with a standing leg drop. Now feeling the momentum, Antonio Thomas goes to the top rope. He looks around for a brief moment, then plunges into the air. Just as he is about to land a cross body, The Roy sticks his knees into the air. The Promises ribs nearly crack on impact. Both men now struggle to get up. The referee gets to about five in a double count out before The Roy is back to his feet. He stumbles over to Promise while holding his knees. The Roy smacks The Promise in the face, then leans over to scream at him. Again The Promise rolls him up.
1 2 The Roy kicks out and stands up furiously. He picks up The Promise, who returns with a jab to The Roy’s eyes. The Roy rubs his eyes trying to regain vision. Antonio Thomas missile toe drop kicks the Roy knocking him against the ropes. Upon his rebound from the ropes, The Roy clotheslines Thomas, falling down with him. Once again, both men lay flat on the mat. 1 2 3 The Roy crawls over to The Promise and covers him. 1 2 The Promise kicks out. The Roy rolls over to his back, breathing heavily. Antonio Thomas uses the ropes to start standing up. The Roy also stirs. Roughly at the same time, the men are standing up. They begin to exchange right hands. Roy punched Thomas. Thomas Punches Roy. Roy punches Thomas. They go back and forth until finally, The Promise hit’s a shining wizard out of no where. Antonio lays back over The Roy.
1 2 The Roy gets his foot on the bottom rope. Antonio stands up and leans against the ropes. The Roy slowly gets to his feet. Antonio measures him up waiting for the right time to strike. He pounces towards The Roy who ducks out of the way. Thomas’s forearm strike directed at The Roy, end up pounding into the skull of the referee. The Roy rolls under the bottom rope. Antonio stands up a little confused. He looks down noticing the referee is knocked out. The Roy now rolls back into the ring holding his cowboy hat. He reaches inside and seems to be entrapping something from the inside. He pulls out the long all black steel link chain that he was last seen using on RVD. The Promise is holding his head looking at the ref, concerned with being disqualified. The Roy wraps the chain around his neck, falls to his back, and chokes Thomas until he turns red. The Roy notices the ref rolling over, and breaks the choke hold. He wraps the chain around his fist and waits. Holding his neck and gasping for air, The Promise stands up. The Roy punches him in the back of the head. The collision of the chain onto his head knocks him out instantly. The Roy covers The promise several seconds before the ref is able to count.
1 2 3.
The Roy stands up laughing. He grabs his cowboy hat and places it on his head. He dangles the chain over Antonio’s face mocking him as “headstrong” plays on the P.A
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Post by The Roy on Feb 5, 2008 1:29:37 GMT -5
Just so you guys know, yeah... i was supposed to win. But i guess someones mind was changed when i didnt get a match in on time.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 5, 2008 2:17:34 GMT -5
You won't leave
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Post by jbp on Feb 5, 2008 3:34:57 GMT -5
Just to let everyone know, Roy won his match. I cannot edit his match in, however, because he wrote the wrong match in the first place.
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Post by The Roy on Feb 5, 2008 3:43:49 GMT -5
Look. i had so much shit going on these last two days i forgot the fucking stipulation to the match. So before anyone can come in laughing like a dumbfuck, i already know i messed up. That is not the fucking point though. How many other people dont get there shit in and lose a match because of it. Remember when there was a show every two weeks because stuff wasnt written? Did anyone lose then? No. So to avoid this from happening again, im never writing another match. And ontop of that, im not threatening you guys with me quitting however, i will not write another RP unless the original outcome of this match is posted. I picked up matches for people all the time when they did not feel like writing, yet i cant be excused just this once? Blake, just tell me what it is you choose to do. Joey, thanks for supporting me on this. Jericho, before you can even come in here running your mouth telling me to shut the fuck up, i want you to know that i am not bitching. I just feel really betrayed. And last but not least, Sting....whats up?
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Feb 5, 2008 13:28:24 GMT -5
You were fucking avoiding my god damn instant messages. I saw you logged onto SNME. All you had to do was answer an IM and say you were writing it. Or get in touch with me somehow.
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Post by Chris Jericho on Feb 5, 2008 14:39:15 GMT -5
Congrats to all the winners, especially Shane Whelan.
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