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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 11, 2008 21:16:34 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah! 2/9/08A 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. Before Styles or Owens can get a word in, they are suddenly interrupted... vs. Chris Jericho vs. The Roy, Brandovirus, & "Hollywood" Hogan(Gauntlet Match!)“Break the Walls Down” blares over the arena as Chris Jericho stands atop the ramp, his silhouette cast upon the fans. The music continues blasting as Chris spins around, and pumps his elbows into his chest. Chris cockily strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans as he casually rolls into the ring, and lifts his arms up. Spotlights dance around him, purple and blue, as his music comes to a close. The lights dim down to normal.
“Voodoo Child” plays over the arena as Hulk Hogan walks down the ramp. Hogan plays air guitar, taunting the frenzied fans of the NWO. Hulk walks into the ring, and awaits the bell.“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Hogan points at Jericho, who simply chuckles at the old timer. They go for a lock up, but Chris ducks underneath it, and delivers a stiff kick to the back of Hogan’s knee. Hulk falls down on one knee, as Chris bounces off the ropes, and delivers another big kick right to the skull of Hogan. Hulk falls down on his back as Chris goes over to the legs, and picks them up. A few moments later, Jericho has Hogan trapped in the Liontamer, with nowhere to go! Hulk yells in pain, and taps out!
Just as Jericho begins to catch his breath, “Superbeast” by Rob Zombie blasts over the stadium. Brandovirus slowly trots down to the ring, and slides in, staring down at the miniscule Jericho. Chris, with a yell, runs up to Brando, and delivers a clothesline, which doesn’t effect him. Jericho goes for another clothesline, which yet again is to no avail. Brando goes for a shot, which Chris ducks, and then hits a straight leg lariat to the back of the head! Brando tumbles down, which allows Jericho to stomp the living crap out of him! Chris bounces off the ropes, and hits a Senton Splash! Chris covers.“1…2……”Brando powers Jericho off of him. As Brando gets to his feet, Chris assaults him with a variety and flurry of kicks, each shot driving the will out of Brando. Jericho follows up with a dropkick, but Brando doesn’t fall back down. The monster is on his feet. Brando goes for another shot, but Jericho ducks, and hits a step up Enziguri! Brando wavers, allowing Jericho to grab him, and drop him with the Breakdown! Y2J covers!“1….2….3!”Chris rolls over to the corner, and begins to rest, just as “Headstrong” blasts over the arena. The Roy strides down the ramp, cocky smile on his face. Roy slides into the ring, and charges to tired Jericho. Chris ducks, which sends Roy flying into the corner. Jericho springs out, and knees Roy wildly in the gut. Roy bends over, allowing Chris to hammer him on the back with a forearm. Jericho wraps his arm around Roy’s head, looking for a Suplex, but the cowboy slides over Jericho, and grabs him from behind. German Suplex! Y2J lands right on the back of his neck. Roy taunts the crowd, making the belt gesture around his waist. He goes over to Chris, and lifts the Canadian warrior up, before delivering a shot to the gut, bending him back over. Roy grabs Chris’s arm, and whips him across the ring. Jericho bounces off the opposite set of ropes, and into a dropkick from Roy! Roy covers Y2J.“1….2…”Chris kicks out at 2. Roy picks Jericho up, and goes for a clothesline, but Chris grabs the arm, jumps up, and locks his legs around it, completing an arm-bar! Jericho continues to pull at Roy’s arm, trying to get the man to tap out. Alas, Roy has more stamina then thought, and is able to somehow roll out of the hold. Both men get up to their feet, and Roy charges Jericho. Chris swiftly counters with a Japanese Hip Toss, slamming Roy onto his back. Chris immediately goes for the legs, but Roy punches out of the Walls. Roy is back up to his feet, and grapples Jericho. Chris slips out from Behind, and tries for the Breakdown, but Roy stops that, and hits a jaw breaker! Roy lifts Chris up, who surprises him with an eye rake! Jericho kicks Roy in the gut, and puts his head between his legs. Jericho lifts Roy up….Powerbomb! Chris holds on though, and lifts Roy up again, and slams him down with a second powerbomb! Jericho is going for the trifecta! Y2J picks Roy up, and with thunderous force, drops him down with a third powerbomb! Roy is laid out in the center of the ring! Chris runs to the ropes, and springs off, backflipping onto Roy with a Lionsault! Jericho covers.“1….2….3!”
Finkel: Here is your winner….Chris Jericho!Jericho raises his arm up in the air as he grasps the back of his neck. Chris makes the belt sign across his waist as we cut to commercial break.Styles: Folks, we've got word from the back that a limousine has just pulled up...
Owens: Well, let's take a look and find out who it is.The camera cuts to the back, focused on a long, black limousine. The driver steps out and shuts his door. He quickly walks to the back end of the limousine and opens the door. From the limousine, Paul Heyman appears. He steps out, his hat fixed neatly upon his head. As he steps out of the door, someone appears behind him. It is none other than Brock Lesnar, the first to join him by his side. Heyman then smiles, looking over his shoulder back at the limousine. Someone else emerges... "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. The fans can be heard booing from inside and Heyman's face is covered with an evil smirk. The trio quickly make their way inside, ready for business. The camera cuts backstage to Maria Kanellis, who is standing by with one of SNME's newest talents, Johnny Magnum.Maria: Johnny, tonight you make you debut against "The Heat" Darren Mack. Are you feeling nervous for your first big match?
Magnum: Me? Nervous... Hah! Maria, I'm Johnny Magnum, the biggest talent this place has ever seen... And trust me, tonight I'm not in the least little bit worried.
Maria: Do you feel confident that you can beat Darren Mack?
Magnum: Of course I do... I'm Johnny Magnum, baby... I'm always confident... Hence the last name... Haha.
Maria: Ohhh, haha. I get it. You're so funny.
Magnum: Maria, tonight I'm going to teach Darren a little lesson... You don't bring a knife to a gunfight!Johnny is quickly joined by Kevin Derringer as the two quickly walk off. vs. Johnny Magnum vs. "The Heat" Darren MackProdigy's "Firestarter" blares through the arena as red and yellow lights dance upon the stage, mimmicking flames. Through the curtain, "The Heat" Darren Mack comes out, decked out in NWO gear. With Hogan by his side, the two make their way onto the ramp posing and taunting the fans. They quickly make their way to the ring. As Mack enters the ring, Hogan comes in right behind him. Mack pulls off his shirt, revealing his washboard abs to the fans. Hogan points to him, displaying him for everyone. As the two pose and taunt the crowd...
"Stricken" explodes through the speakers! The crowd goes wild as one of SNME's newest talents, Johnny Magnum, comes dashing through the curtain. With his hands raised, he gets the crowd pumped. Following behind him, his manager, Kevin Derringer, comes out, pointing to him, just as Hogan did to Mack. Magnum slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands of many young fans. He quickly slides into the ring, getting nose to nose with Mack. Magnum quickly pulls off his coat and is shoved back by Mack..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Magnum springs forward, drilling Mack in the face with forearm shots. Mack stumbles back with each shot. Magnum sends him off the ropes, whipping him across the ring... Mack comes back... Magnum nails him with a dropkick! Mack goes down, and Magnum is quick to his feet, getting the crowd clapping. Johnny pulls Mack up, sending him into the corner. He charges in, going for a knee lift... Mack moves, causing Magnum to get hung up on the ropes. Mack quickly charges in, splashing him. Mack then begins drilling Magnum in the midsection with his shoulder. Magnum jumps up, springing off the middle rope and flipping over Mack... Sunset flip!"One! Two! Kickout!"Mack kicks out, drilling Magnum in the head with his calf. Both men quickly get to their feet, ready to fight. They lock up! Magnum shoves! Mack shoves! Magnum breaks it, spinning around Mack. Russian Leg Sweep! Magnum pulls Mack up, whipping him off the ropes. Magnum leaps into the air... Shining Wizard! Mack falls limp, and Magnum dives onto him for a cover..."One! Two! Thr..."Hogan snatches the referee out of the ring, stopping the count. The referee begins to argue with Hogan, threatening to send him to the back. Hogan backs away, but as he does... Bam! Kevin Derringer has nailed Hogan across the back with the butt of a Magnum. Hogan falls limp to the ground. The referee slides back into the ring, getting back to calling the action. Magnum leans over the ropes thanking Derringer... Mack rolls him up!"One! Two!"Magnum kicks out just in time! Mack gets to his feet, pulling Magnum up. He sends him into the corner. Mack charges... Huge Back Elbow! Magnum slowly stumbles out of the corner, holding his jaw. As Magnum falls to the ground, Mack climbs to the top turnbuckle. Magnum trips the referee, causing him to turn his back. Derringer leaps onto the apron, hitting the ropes. Mack falls, straddling the top rope! Magnum jumps to his feet. He charges into the corner, leaping up... He wraps his legs around Mack's head... Hurricanrana! He gets to his feet, making his hand into a gun. He points down to Mack and blows the barrel as if he had shot him... Magnum pulls Mack up... He kicks him in the gut and backs away... He runs at him... Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot! Mack falls limp to the mat, and Magnum lays over him for the cover..."One! Two! Three!""Stricken" blares through the arena once more as Kevin Derringer slides into the ring. He raises Johnny's hand in victory, displaying it for everyone to see. Mack slowly rolls out of the ring and is helped up the ramp by Hogan. Magnum points to the both of them, daring them to ever step foot in the ring with him again. He then places his hand back in the shape of a gun and points it to the camera as we cut to the back...The camera quickly cuts to Bryan Danielson's lockeroom. He is going through his gym bag, looking for something. As he pulls out his Custom Championship, a knock comes at the door. The door quickly opens, revealing Danielson's challenger for Behind Bars, "Insane" Shane Whelan. Whelan enters the lockeroom, but is quickly stopped by Danielson getting face to face with him.Danielson: What do you want?
Whelan: Oh nothing... Just figured I'd stop by and let you in on some good news...
Danielson: Oh yeah? What good news...
Whelan: You haven't heard? You're facing me at Behind Bars, Danielson... For that belt...
Danielson: Oh is that so?
Whelan: You're damn right it's so! And Danielson, if I were you... I'd get that belt polished up mighty fine... Because come Behind Bars... You're going to be flat on your back, looking up at me... The new Custom Champion!
Danielson: Whelan, I've heard that same speech time and time again, and yet no one has lived up to it... So unless you're any different than any of them... It'll be the same outcome they've all seen; me locking in the cattle mutilation and putting your lights out...
Whelan: Yeah, you keep thinking that... I'll see ya' around, Danielson, looks like I've got myself a spot in the main event tonight...Whelan looks down at the belt and back up at Danielson. He slightly snickers and quickly leaves, leaving Danielson in an angered state.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 11, 2008 21:23:58 GMT -5
We cut backstage as a long white limousine suddenly pulls up. It comes to a hault, stopping underneath the back awning, so that it can drop off whoever is inside. The driver's door slowly opens as he steps out. He quickly makes his way to the passenger door and opens it. He sticks his head in, quickly telling whoever is inside that they have arrived at the arena. The driver steps back, and then walks around to the trunk. He pops it open, quickly reaching in for the bags. As he does someone steps out of the limo. It is none other than Kurt Angle; however, his family is not with him. Rather than a nice suit, Kurt is dressed in a simple pair of stone washed jeans a a t-shirt. He removes his shades from his eyes and hooks them on his shirt. He then takes his bag from the driver and thanks him. Kurt slowly makes his way inside the arena, ready to begin preparing for his match later in the night. vs. "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles vs. "Hell's Beast" Brock LesnarAJ Styles waits in the ring for his opponent to arrive, and he doesn't have to wait long...
'The Next Big Thing's' music hits, and out from the tunnel emerges Brock Lesnar. Brock walks to the center of the stage, and begins his prematch ritual. He jumps in place, left, right, left, right. He throws his hands in the air and pulls them downward, throwing his head backwards. The pyro explodes behind him, shooting flames and sparks into the sky. Brock's face is steady, solid with intensity. He strolls down the ramp and leaps into the air, landing on the ring apron, sending more sparks flying. AJ doesn't even blink, and stares Lesnar straight in the face. Brock makes his way through the ropes, and AJ pounces, this one is on!
AJ comes crashing down on Hell's Beast with tremendous force. The Phenominal One pounds away with hammerfists on Brock's back, trying to ware him down in any wasy possible. The Next Big Thing breaks out of AJ's attack though, and pie faces him across the ring. AJ somersaults backwards, but gets right to his feet. He takes a running start, and leaps into the air, this time rocking the big man back with a swift dropkick. Lesnar boucnes off the ropes, and levels the standing AJ with a devastating clothesline. Styles backflips in mid air, and lands face first on the mat below. The Next Big Thing grabs AJ by his throat, and lifts him back up.
With Styles now standing in front of him, Lesnar takes off for the ropes. Brock comes charging back and launches a sick clothesline, but the Phenominal One ducks, and nails Lesnar with a crazy Pele'! Brock stumbles backwards, up against the ropes, as AJ regains his composure. The Phenominal One pulls it together and takes to the air again, this time striking the Next Big Thing with a mean elbow strike! Brock flies over the top rope, and out the the mats below, where he lands on his feet. AJ wastes no time and springboards off the top rope, oh my god! Shooting Star Press to the outside!
AJ comes crashing down... Wait a minute, Brock caught him!!! The Next Big Thing grimmaces as he repositions Styles into a powerbomb position, and slams him down on the mats outside! Lesnar back away from AJ's limp body, and checks his head for blood. Seconds later, he is back on the attack. He picks AJ up by the hair and whips him into the ring, where he picks him up yet again. Brock walks to the corner with AJ's body and dahses back to the center of the ring, running powerslam! Brock goes for the cover."1.... 2.... AJ kicks out!"Brock doesn't jaw jack with the referee, he goes right back to work. He grabs AJ's left leg and stomps his knee into the mat, once, twice, even three times. Styles winces in pain as he ligaments are crushed underneath Brock's if anyone is reading this point out the fact that I'm saying fuck you all tremendous weight. The NExt Big Thing attempts to loc ki nthe Brock Lock, but AJ fights it off with up-kicks to Lesnar's jaw. Brock eventually gives up, and let's AJ stand up by himself. Lesnar goes for a double leg take down, but AJ counters it into a sickening DDT He rolls Lesnar over and goes for the cover."1..... 2..... Brock gets the shoulder up!!"AJ rolls right over to Brock's face and begins to unload with painful lefts and rights, until Lesnar whips him off. Styles tumbles into the center of the ring, and waits for Lesnar to stand up. When he does, AJ goes for a dropkick, but Brock catches his legs! Lesnar scoops him up, Powerbomb! He's gonna... Wait, he's not done! POWERBOMB! Brock goes for the cover, wait... A thrid Powerbomb! AJ is out!! Brock goes for the win..."1...... 2........ thr... AJ GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!"Brock picks AJ back up for another Powerbomb, and attempts to slam him, but AJ reverses it!!!
1!!! 2!!!! 3!!!!! AJ'S GOT HIM!! AJ GETS THE WIN!!
The crowd goes insane as AJ shoots up to his feet, ecstatic over his victory over Brock. Brock rolls out of the ring, pissed as someone is heard on the microphone..."Well Well Well Well..."Promise walks out and starts clapping his hands..Promise: I was in the back, just hanging around, and I decided to sit and watch this match, and you know I'm glad I did...Promise walks down the ramp during his monologuePromise: As most of you know, I got under the fat of the one midget loving walrus named Paul Heyman... And he made me the leader, the main man of the guards in the Prison Break match at Behind Bars...Promise stomps up the steps and gets in the ring and walks infront of AJ. Brock stands on the outside, still angry over his loss to AJ...Promise: And I get to pick three other guards to be on my team... And after this match I am convinced I want you AJ, to be on my team... With me, and the others we will definatly lead you to the Promise Land, my friend, and that's a promise... What cha say bro??Promise extends his hand and smiles, as AJ looks around at the crowd, then stares at his hand for a few seconds... AJ grabs Promise's hand, as "I Am" blares through the arena. Both men slowly shake hands... Promise slowly backs up and walks out of the ring, leaving AJ to celebrate his victory. The camera opens up to Paul Heyman’s office. Sam X sits in a chair, right across from The Evil Genius himself. Heyman has a slick smile on his face as X sits there, IC Title slung over his shoulder.Heyman: Sam, I’ve asked you in here for a very simple reason.
Sam: What’s that Paul?
Heyman: I’m glad you’re so comfortable with me. I’m a fair guy. But I’m also an extreme guy. So as champion, you get to pick the stipulation for your match with Roy. Now come on Sam, think of what he did to Joey. Pick a good one.
Sam: I have one just in mind, Heyman.
Heyman: What’s that, Sam?
Sam: You see for weeks, I’ve been talking about obliterating Roy, and I thought, why not humiliate him at the same time? The stipulation for our match is an I Quit match Paul.
Heyman: Oh, what a goody! I’m looking forward to this.
Sam: We both are. But one person isn’t.Paul smiles at this.Sam: Roy.X stands up out of the chair, and walks out of the office, leaving the Evil Genius to his smiling self. vs. Nick Martel vs. "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton(Watch on as Scott Levy's son, Nick Martel, takes on "The Legend Killer"!)
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 at the sea of fans filling the arena. 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. Randy climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising him arms high in the air. Just as he is about to climb down, his music is cut off...
Suddenly, the arena fades to black and “Choke” by Kazy hits over the PA system. A dark blue falls from the rafters to the entrance ramp curtain. Suddenly, ‘The Raven’ Scott Levy appears wearing a tuxedo and an over the top, top hat. He has a weird symbol wrapping around his eye and the crowd is befuddled. He sticks his arms out into the crucifix pose and smoke rises onto the stage. He slowly walks down to the ring as the crowd stands in disgust. He walks around the ring and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. He walks up the steps and steps into the ring. The arena’s lights fade back to normal and Scott Levy and Randy Orton are facing off.Scott Levy: Settle down sir, the man in the building is speaking. See, for a long time I lived my life using narcotics to keep me living and two people have been able to help me. First, my son Nick Martel has risen from the dead, so to speak, and helped me reach sobriety. Yet, at the same time love has come into my life and gave me a reason to become clean. But this love was not found in my son. See, I have a girlfriend and she has cleansed my soul to purity. While the stars above shine brightly and align to form a line of destruction, I have risen over that and become perfect. I am not the man who walks on the dark-side. I am a man of perfection. And perfection is an amazing thing, in fact the story of perfection is told by my name. Randy Orton, I want to show you what perfection is all about. I am going to beat you down to a pulse in the most perfect way and make you understand why you do not mess with the Levy family. Tonight, win or lose we will face off at Behind Bars and it will be the demise of you. You will fall victim to my feet and soon Kurt Angle and his World Title will follow. But, now let me introduce you to your opponent for tonight. He hails from The Bowery and is weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds. He is being accompanied to the ring by the love of my life, Kammy, and his name is NICK MARTELLLL!!!
“Choke” by Kazy once again hits and Nick Martel hits the stage and is followed by Kammy. The two walk down in synch and slide into the ring. Scott pats Nick on the head and he takes Kammy to the outside with him. Scott holds her from behind as the match is about to begin.Joey Styles: Scott Levy is in love with Kammy?
Austin Owens: The world is a freaky place Joey...
"Ding, Ding, Ding!"Nick Martel bounces off the ropes and nails Randy Orton in the head with a spin kick. Orton falls to the ground and Martel gets on top and starts nailing him with sick forearms. Martel starts to bite the head of Orton until blood starts to trickle from his head. Martel gets up and jumps off the ropes hitting a moonsault onto Orton. He quickly goes for the count but it is broken up at the two.
Martel picks him up and nails a swinging neck breaker. He follows up with a huge leg drop and than locks in an arm bar. Orton gets his foot on the rope and Martel waits till the count of four to release the hold.
Martel gets to his feet and Orton is slow to follow, but when he makes it he is drop kicked to the corner and nails with a spear. Orton lies on the mat and Martel climbs to the top rope and nails an elbow to the back of the head.
Orton tries to get up again but gets kicked right in the head and the blood is just continuing to pour out. Martel picks him up and nails a huge belly to belly supplex and follows that up with a pile driver.
Martel’s assault is far from over as he picks him up and powerbombs him to the turn buckle corner. Orton is lying motion as Martel slides to the outside. He grabs his feet and starts to smash his legs against the steel ring corner. Martel than drags Orton to the outside and nails a snap supplex to Orton and lands him on the steel steps."ONE…TWO…THREE…"Martel than drags him to the guardrail and places his head on it. Martel climbs to the top rope and jumps, going for a leg drop."FOUR...FIVE…SIX…"Orton slides back and Martel crashes and burns into the crowd."SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE…"Orton slowly makes it to his feet, however it does not matter as the referee has counted both men out!"TEN!"
Finkel: Due to double countout, this match has been ruled a Draw!Suddenly, Scott Levy runs over, and he has a chair in his hand. Orton turns around and gets leveled! Martel is slowly arising from the crowd and is making his way back to ringside. In the mean time, Orton is getting demolished by Scott. He orders Kammy to get a table out. Kammy quickly follows directions and set the table up. Martel is once again alive and is ordered to the top rope. Scott places Orton on the table and places the chair over him. Martel climbs to the top rope and nails a huge splash! The table shatters to a million pieces and Orton is near death.Scott Levy: Let this be a warning Orton, what The Flock wants, The Flock gets! So it is written, so it shall come to pass. I will see you at Behind Bars, quote the raven, nevermore.We quickly cut to commercial break...As we return from commercial break we cut into Paul Heyman's office. Raven, Kammy, and Nick Martel stand before his desk. Paul slams his hand son his desk, slinging papers everywhere. He is absolutely furious. Brock cracks his neck, preparing to remove anyone from the office if it gets out of hand.Heyman: God dammit, Raven! What in the hell was that? Huh? What in the hell was that out there?
LEvy: I told you, Paulie... Wherever the Raven goes... Destruction follows...
Heyman: Cut it with the damn rhymes and shit! Raven, I told you that I'd get you your title shot and god dammit... You go and do something like that... You think this is funny? Raven, you are going to face Randy Orton at Behind Bars... And if either of them get involved... You can kiss that World Title shot goodbye! Got it? And so Orton can pay you back a little... The match will be faught under ECW rules... And you know what that means... Not a damn things matters! Now get the hell out of my office!Raven, Kammy, and Nick walk off, laughing. Brock shuts the door behind them. Heyman slings his hat off in frustration, pissed off at what Raven and his Flock have done.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 11, 2008 21:46:07 GMT -5
The camera shows Chris Daniels in the back with Aries. Daniels takes his tape, and rolls it on. Aries slaps him on the back as The Prophecy walks out of their locker room.We now see Alex Shelley taking his elbow pads, and sliding them on. Chris Sabin sits down next to him. Alex nods at Chris, and the two walk out of their locker room.
The camera now shows the long hallway to the ring, where the Prophecy walks down. Coming in from a feeder hallway is the MCMG. The two teams bump into each other, and quickly stare. Without warning, both of them begin brawling, fists flying everywhere. Shelley and Daniels hook up, as do Sabin and Aries. Both teams are at a stand still when security rushes in from each side, and pulls the two apart. Both teams want more, continually kicking and fighting, trying to get more blood.
We cut to a commercial break. The camera cuts back to a beaten Roy, who sits in the locker room on a bench. He holds his head in a towel, and looks up at the camera.Roy: Week after week I've been defeated. Now, at Behind Bars, a man wants to end my career, wants to humiliate me? I'm sick of this. So you see, I've taken power into my OWN hands. Next week's main event is going to be The Roy and his parter, Shane Whelan versus Sam X and Bryan Danielson. I hope your ready for the biggest humiliation of your career, Sam. Because it's happening next week.The camera fades out. The camera quickly cuts to Paul Heyman's office. Heyman is sitting at his desk, rummaging through papers. A knock comes at the door. Heyman looks at the door and then over at Brock, who is standing over his shoulder. Brock quickly nods and goes to the door. He opens it, revealing "The Great" Muhammad Hassan. Heyman quickly smiles and motions Brock to let him in. Hassan enters Heyman's office, fixing his suit jacket. Heyman stands at his desk.Heyman: Come in, come in... I've been waiting for you. Have a seat, if you will.Hassan takes a seat, placing one leg over the other. As Heyman sits down, he begins to speak.Heyman: Muhammad, you and I go way back. Back to the beginning days of SNME. It was you and Jay Hargreves who stood at my side as the Extremists. Ya' know, Muhammad, those were the days. Those were the days that I was a respected man here in SNME. Well, with me back in SNME, I am looking to form an alliance. I am looking to form a family. An Muhammad, I want you to be a part of this family. As you can see, Brock was the first one to take my offer. And you, Muhammad, are getting the same offe; however, you will not only be a part of the inmates team of the Prison Break match... You will be the team leader. With your experience and Brock's raw power... The inmates will be unbeatable. So, what do you say?
Hassan: Paul Heyman, you're right... You and I do go back pretty far... But Paul, I am a changed man... I'm not the man I once was... Now, I have mercy for no one! I have care for no one! And I care for one thing... Success! So, Heyman, if you can get me that... Then yes, I do accept your offer.
Heyman: Oh, I can get you success, take my word on that. Hassan, you will be successful, guaranteed!Hassan stands up, looking down at Heyman. He then smiles, extending his hand. Heyman stands up, shaking Hassan's hand, sealing yet another deal. Heyman's evil laugh sounds through the room as the scene fades to black... Chris Jericho stands in front of the 3 men who will be battling Kurt Angle. Jericho strides in front of them, and stops by Whelan, and stares at Casey, before grinning. Y2J looks into Shane's eyes, and pats him on the chest. Jericho: I stand before all of you tonight, a victor. I stand before you, the next World Champion. But up next, is your chance to shine. Up next, you 3 must beat Kurt Angle, one of you. Whether it be Taker, Jackass who looks like a clown, or Whelan over here. I want you to take him out. Know that I will be proud of you. But if you should fail. Know this. I am not merciful. Now, take Kurt Angle's blood!The camera cuts out. Main Event:vs. Kurt Angle vs. Shane Whelan, the Undertaker, & NM Savant(Gauntlet Match!)"My Quest" suddenly takes over the arena as the lights dim. A single spotlight shines through the curtain, displaying the silhouette of a man upon the stage. His head hangs low, covered by a dark hood. Over his broad shoulders, is draped an American Flag. He throws his arms in the air, letting the flag fall to the ground, as fireworks shoot up on either side of the stage. He pulls the hood from his head, revealing himself to be Kurt Angle. The World Heavyweight Championship is strapped around his waist, its home.Finkel: The following contest is a Gauntlet Match and is the main event of the evening... First, making his way to the ring... He stands at five feet and ten inches and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-one pounds... He hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... He is an Olympic Gold Medalist and your current World Heavyweight Champion... Ladies and Gentlemen... I give you... Kuuuuuuuuuurrrrrt Annnnnnnnngle!Angle slowly makes his way down the ramp, breathing deeply to prepare himself for three opponents he must go through. Fans scream his name, extending their hands. He slaps one or two, ignoring most of them. Kurt walks up the steel steps, holding onto the ring post. He then walks across the apron, wiping his boots off. As he steps into the ring, he raises his hands, letting the fans know just who he is. He quickly undoes the strap of his title and lifts it high in the air, displayed for the world to see. As Kurt hands his title to the referee, he pulls off his jacket, tossing it to the outside. His music slowly dies down followed by...
"Dragula" by Rob Zombie blares through the arena, bringing the fans into a booing frenzy. The lights dim as a deep red spotlight glares upont he stage. NM Savant steps through the curtain, his eyes looking upon Kurt in the ring.Finkel: And his first opponent... Standing at six feet and five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds... He hails from Parts Unknown... "The Original Hooligan"... Nnnnnn Mmmmmm Saaaaaavant!!!!Savant takes off down the ramp, pulling off his coat. He quickly slides into the ring, where he is met by Kurt Angle. The two men get nose to nose, Savant looking down on Kurt. The lights return to normal as the sound of Savant's music is drowned out by chants of "Let's Go Angle!" fill the arena. Savant dares Angle to hit him. And as he wishes, Angle drills Savant in the face with a massive headbutt! Savant stumbles backwards, his nose busted wide open. Savant charges at Angle... Belly to belly! Savant soars over Angle's head, slamming down to the mat. Angle gets to his feet, screaming a war cry like none other. Savant pulls himself up, charging at Angle once more. Angle goes around him... Take down! Angle spins over him, locking his arms around Savant's throat. Angle begins to wrench away, taking the breath from Savant. Savant pounds his feet on the mat, trying to get the energy to break free.
Angle finally breaks the hold, jumping to a vertical base. Angle pulls Savant up, sending him off the ropes... Belly to belly! Savant goes down again! The crowd is roaring and Angle is unstoppable, not letting Savant get in any offense. Savant gets up, wiping the blood from his face. He swings! Angle blocks! Angle kicks Savant in the gut! Knee to the face! Savant stumble back, falling into the corner. Angle begins to drive his shoulder into Savant's mid-section, once again robbing him of air. Angle thrusts his shoulder harder and harder each time. He then pulls Savant out of the corner, turning him around. Angle wraps his arms around him... Belly to back suplex! Angle keeps his grip locked around Savant. He pulls him up... Belly to back! Angle keeps his grip, bridging into a pin..."One! Two! Kickout!"Savant manages to kick out, breaking Angle's grip. Savant pulls himself up. He hits the ropes, going for a big boot. angle ducks... Angle Slam! Angle slam! He covers Savant!"One! Two! Three!"Angle kicks Savant out of the ring and beckons on the next challenger... Every light in the arena suddenly cuts out... A cold spine tingling feeling comes about the arena as the bells begin to toll...
The Undertaker's music fills the arena, fog lurching across the stage. His silhouette is cast upon the stage as he slowly walks through the curtain. With his trench coat dragging behind him, The Undertaker makes his way down the ramp, eyes focused on Angle. Taker slowly walks up the steps, bringing his hands up, and the lights back to their normal state. He holds onto his hat, bending over and entering the ring. Angle looks on, no hear whatsoever displayed. Undertaker slowly removes his hat, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He then removes his coat, tossing it into the corner. As his music fades away, his eyes return to normal, staring right through Angle. Angle marches to center ring, beckoning Taker on.
Taker charges forward, going for a big boot... Angle catches his foot, sweeping the other out from under him. Angle wraps his legs around Undertaker's leg, locking in the ankle lock! Taker is in trouble, squirming for the ropes. Angle pulls him back to center ring, twisting his ankle more and more. Taker begins to slam his hands on the mat, reaching deep inside for some sort of dark power to escape. Angle simply overcomes it, twisting Taker's ankle to a near state of snapping. Taker suddenly slaps the mat, tapping out... Angle has made The Undertaker tap out in a matter of a minute; something no other man has ever done in their career. The referee tries to get Angle to break the hold; however, he won't do it. He then threatens to disqualify Angle, who quickly breaks the hold. Undertaker rolls out of the ring, holding his ankle. A number of referees and medics rush to ringside, tending to the Undertaker.
"Almost Easy" by Avenged Sevenfold blares the arena, turning Angle's attention to the stage. Through the curtain steps "Insane" Shane Whelan, looking to compete in possibly the biggest match his career has ever seen. He looks to the ring at Angle, confident in his ability. He then looks around the arena as Casey James walks through the curtain, taking his arm. Shane slowly makes his way down the ramp, a cocky smirk upon his face. He quickly walks up the steps, releasing Casey James from his arm. He quickly pulls off his jacket, handing it down to Casey. Whelan slowly enters the ring, not removing his eyes from Angle.
Both men slowly begin to circle eachother, like sharks circling blood in the water. They suddenly thrust forward, locking up. Angle shoves! Whelan shoves! Angle quickly breaks the hold, backing away for a moment. He then begins to circle once more, contemplating... Thinking of what he can do to take Shane down. Angle spins around Shane, locking his arms around his waist. Shane pushes back, crushing Angle into the corner and breaking his grip. Shane quickly turns around, drilling Angle in the gut with a boot. Shane whips Angle across the ring to the other corner. Shane charges... Angle ducks! Shane hits nothing, almost knocking the air out of himself as he runs into the turnbuckle pads. Angle comes from behind, locking his arms around him... Release German Suplex! Shane soars over Angle's head, landing on his neck. Shane slowly rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. Angle stomps the mat, taunting Shane to get into the ring. The crowd is suddenly ecstatic, reacting to something. Angle turns around, seeing Jericho make his way through the crowd. Shane slides in, rolling Angle up!"One! Two! Kickout!"Angle kicks out, quickly getting to his feet. Shane drills him in the stomach with his knee, bending Angle over. He hooks his head... DDT! Angles goes down, but Shane is quickly back to his feet. Shane reaches down to pull Angle up. Angle gets him in a small package!!!"One! Two! Thr-Kickout!"Shane kicks out as Jericho climbs over the barricade. Jericho slaps his hands on the apron, yelling for Shane to get up. Angle quickly looks over at Jericho, pointing to him and telling him to stay out of this. Jericho simply smiles, nodding his head. Angle and Shane are up, circling one another once more. Shane decks Angle in the jaw. He quickly pulls Angle to him, locking in a side headlock. Angle spins out! He pulls Shane's legs out from behind him, taking him down. Angle drops to the mat, locking in the ankle lock. Shane begins to panic, squirming around the ring, fighting the pain that is quickly sent all the way up his leg. Jericho dashes to the time keeper's table, snatching up the World Heavyweight Championship. He slides it into to Whelan and jumps up onto the apron. The referee quickly loses focus and turns to Jericho, yelling at him to get down. Whelan nails Angle with the belt! Angle falls limp, releasing the hold. Whelan quickly pulls himself up, placing the belt on the mat. He pulls Angle up... Insane Pain! Insane Pain! Angle's head lays on the belt, busted open. Whelan slides the belt out of the ring, covering Angle. Jericho leaps off the arpon. The referee slides into position for the count..."One... Two... Three!!!"
Styles: Are you serious? Are you ****ing serious?
Owens: Joey, I don't think you can say that on television...
Styles: I don't give a damn! Jericho and Whelan just screwed Angle over!
Owens: Well, what can ya' say? Jericho got the best of him tonight...
Styles: Come on... Not this crap!Jericho picks up the World Heavyweight Championship, placing it around his waist. Whelan quickly helps him strap it on. Jericho gets in the ring, parading around as Angle slowly comes ot his senses. Angle looks over his shoulder, seeing Jericho parade around with the belt. He quicklu jumps up, wiping the blood from his face. Angle demands Jericho give him his belt, but Jericho simply ignores it, posing for the fans that seem to hate him.Jericho: You want this belt? How bout you deck me right in the jaw? Huh? Come on, Angle. Aren't you man enough?Angle gets in Jericho's face, fired up and ready to tear him apart. But in the back of his mind, he knows he can't. He knows that if he lays a finger on Angle, he will be stripped of the World Heavyweight Championship. Angle slowly backs away, pulling his fist back... Angle swings! Angle swings! No! Angle stops! ...a centimeter from Jericho's jaw. Jericho stumbles backwards, falling on his ass. The crowd begins to laugh, making completel fun of Jericho. He quickly rolls out of the ring, the title still around his waist.Jericho: You just wait, Angle... You just wait... Jericho unstraps the title from his waist and holds it up, smiling at Angle. Angle simply shrugs his shoulder, because those people know that he is the real World Heavyweight Champion, not Jericho. The show slowly comes to a close, Angle and Jericho still yelling back and fourth.
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Post by thekillawhale on Feb 11, 2008 23:54:33 GMT -5
i knew i wouldnt win clean -__-
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Post by Chris Jericho on Feb 11, 2008 23:58:39 GMT -5
A win's a win. And you have something I don't. A singles victory over the World Champ.
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Post by Triple X on Feb 12, 2008 0:01:42 GMT -5
eh, i lost, next time i hope it wont be so easy to lose, but you never know.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 12, 2008 0:02:23 GMT -5
Any win over that man is a win.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 12, 2008 0:11:16 GMT -5
...and the Magnum era begins!
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Post by Kammy on Feb 12, 2008 0:11:57 GMT -5
Actually, I agree with Shane. It was a little obvious it wouldn't be a clean win. I'm sure Angle wouldn't have minded, considering he posted his apology for not roleplaying.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 12, 2008 0:24:20 GMT -5
I know, but it got Shane over, making him look very good, and it got major heat for Jericho/Angle in the meantime. So really, everyone got a benefit from it.
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Post by "The Hellman" G Stone on Feb 12, 2008 1:21:41 GMT -5
The Hellman's streak continues
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Post by Donal McQuillan on Feb 12, 2008 6:48:41 GMT -5
donal mcquillan era begins man it feel goodto get a win
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Post by Chris Jericho on Feb 12, 2008 12:25:37 GMT -5
My God guys, stop complaining about the finish. Whelan and Jericho are heels. Jericho wants Angle to be less then 100% at Behind Bars, but he can't lay a finger on him. So, what is the most heelish way to do this? Give Whelan the belt to beat Angle with. Christ, he got the damn win, stop bitching. Especially you Kammy, it has nothing to do with you.
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Post by "Scotty Flamingo" on Feb 12, 2008 15:16:33 GMT -5
I agree with Kammy, it is crazy.
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Post by thekillawhale on Feb 13, 2008 0:05:54 GMT -5
Oh I'm a heel alright but only in a sense with my attitude. The way my character fights should be clean for the most part. But of course I'll take the win. And Kammy has every right to voice her opinion, that's why we comment back...to voice our opinion.
A suprise roll up victory from a distraction from Jericho would've been better...I'm not too thrilled that Shane used a foreign object to win but I dont write the matches so it doesnt matter.
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Post by Kammy on Feb 13, 2008 1:04:48 GMT -5
I'll voice my opinion whenever I feel the need, and Shane is one of my closest friends, so I'm not gonna have people walk on him here. Having Jericho interfere made Shane look as if he's not tough enough to beat Angle on his own, which he clearly did by roleplaying. End of discussion.
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Post by jbp on Feb 13, 2008 2:03:34 GMT -5
I wasn't involved with the decision, but I am sure it wasn't meant to be anything personal towards Shane. We all know Shane clearly won, but the way it finished, helped build Jericho and Angle even further, and Shane still got a win. I am sorry you guys feel as though it was some sort of attempt to make Shane look weak, or that the only reason he didn't win clean was because I am champ. It was meant for storyline purposes between myself and Jericho, nothing more, nothing less. Sorry for the misunderstanding. This was locked during this reply, so I wont unlock it, as myself and Blake don't want any fighting.
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