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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 18, 2008 22:02:33 GMT -5
Dark Matches:vs. "The Heat" Darren Mack vs. Donal McQuillanBoth men gave it their all, each man one upping the other. Heat relied on his brute strength, simply tossing Donal around the ring, over powering him at every step. In the end, it was Donal's cunning, and swiftness that overcame Darren Mack, getting the 1,2,3.Winner: Donal "The Machine" McQuillan 4:53vs. Andrew Brannan vs. "Hellman" G. StoneThis was a back and forth match up, seeing both men pulling out all the stops, using all of their signature moves. Both men tried to over power the other, but to no avail. The end saw G Stone hitting the Jackhammer, to gain the 1,2,3.Winner: "The Hellman" G. Stone 5:27 Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The ARCO Arena in Sacremento, California! 2/16/08A 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 ARCO Arena in Sacremento, California! The camera searches through the sold out crowd as they cheer. The camera view changes and we are looking on at the stage where giant pyros begin to explode. Finally flames ignite the stage as the lights come on. We are then taken over to the broadcast table with Austin Owens and Joey Styles.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to yet another edition of Saturday Night's Main Event! As always, I'm Joey Styles...
Owens: And I'm Austin Owens! Ya' know, Joey, tonight is going to be great, but so you know what next week is?
Styles: I sure do, Austin. Next week, SNME brings you Behind Bars, live and only on pay-per-view... And folks... You think you've seen great pay-per-views?
Owens: You ain't seen nothin' yet! We've got one of the biggest cards ever, and the odds are stacked against many of our champions...
Styles: Well, Austin, let's get this thing started with some action in the ring... vs. The Promise & AJ Styles vs. Muhammad Hassan & Brock Lesnar(Tag Team Cage Match!)The camera pans up, looking on at the fifteen foot high steel cage suspended above the ring. An ominous music begins to play as the cage is lowered. Strobe lights begin to flash, catching everyone's attention. Slowly, the cage is lowered down, finally being locked into place. As the ominous music fades away the sound system is suddenly taken over...
The familiar sound of "I Am" suddenly blares through the arena, bringing the thousands of fans standing to their feet, screaming their heads off. The lights quickly dim as a single spotlight shines through the tunnel. "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles slowly walks through the tunnel, hood covering his head. He quickly throws the hood back, extending his arms out. The fans begin to go wild, letting AJ know just how much they love him. Styles slowly looks around at the thousands strong, chanting his name. A tiny smirk rolls across his face...Finkel: The following contest is a tag team cage match... First, representing one of the four guards at Behind Bars... He hails from Gainesville, Georgia... He weighs in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds and stands at five feet and ten inches... He is "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles!Styles slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping a hand of an eager fan here and there. He quickly makes his way yup the steps, pulling off his jacket. He quickly tosses it to the referee and enters the steel cage. He looks around at the four walls surrounding him, no fear what-so-ever in his eyes. His music slowly cuts off, but is followed by his partner's...
Quietdrive's "Maybe Misery" suddenly blares through the arena, bringing the same reaction from the fans that Styles got. Orange and white lights glare through the tunnel as Antonio "The Promise" Thomas comes runnnig out onto the stage. He throws his hands up, posing for the fans. He then points to the cage, letting everyone know that tonight, he and AJ Styles will be victorious.Finkel: And his partner... Also representing one of the four guards at Behind Bars... He hails from Springfield, Massachusetts... He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds and stands at six feet and one inch... He is "The Promise" Antonio Thomas!Promise wastes no time making his way down the ramp. He quickly pulls off his coat, tossing it to the side, and runs up the steel steps. He quickly enters the demonic structure that surrounds him, ready for battle. Promise slaps hands with AJ, letting him know that tonight is business. Thomas' music is suddenly interrupted by a foreign sound...
Muhammad Hassan's music blares through the arena, completely changing how the fans react. Rather than cheer, the thousands are now booing strong. "The Great" Muhammad Hassan slowly makes his way through the tunnel, turban draped over his head. He stops atop of the stage, his hands held out as if he were to be worshipped by the onlooking people.Finkel: And now... Representing one of the four inmates at Behind Bars... He hails from Amman, Jordan... He weights in tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds and stands at six feet and two inches... He is "The Great" Muhammad Hassan!Hassan slowly makes his way down the ramp, looking around at the thousands booing. He simplt snarls at them, as if he were of higher power and knowledge. Hassan reaches the ring, pulling his turban off. Rather than entering the cage, he awaits his partner...
The sound of Atreyu's "Becoming The Bull" suddenly blares through the arena. The fans continue on with their booing as Brock Lesnar makes his way through the curtain. He nearly rips it open, revealing himself to the thousands booing. Behind him is his manager, Paul Heyman. Heyman has a sick smile across his face, patting Brock on the back. Brock bounces around, preparing himself for a battle in that steel cage. He suddenly rears back, sending pyros exploding behind him.Finkel: And his partner... Also representing the inmates at Behind Bars... He hails from Minneapolis, Minnesota... Being accompanied by Paul Heyman... He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds and standing at six feet and two inches... He is "The Next Big Thing" Brock Lesnar!Brock slowly makes his way down the ramp, flexing his muscles and yelling at Promise from outside the cage. He quickly dashes up the steps, entering the cage. Hassan quickly follows him in..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Brock goes right after Promise, pummeling him with massive lefts and rights. Hassan goes for AJ, but is stunned with a combination of thunderous kicks. Brock shoves Promise into the corner. He charges at him... Promise moves out of the way, causing Brock to hit nothing but the turnbuckle pads. Antonio suddenly charges in... Dropkick! Brock is rocked in the corner, but quickly shakes it off. Promise is to his feet, trying to out speed Brock. Lesnar charges at him, Promise moves... Drop toe hold!
Across the ring, Hassan catches AJ's foot. AJ jumps up... Inziguri! Hassan falls to the mat. AJ and Promise lock hands as Brock gets to his feet. They charge at him... Brock ducks a double clothsline... He hits the ropes, charging at them like a bull... he clotheslines them both! Brock grabs the steel cage rattling it! Heyman yells from the outside to inflict pain upon them. Hassan slowly gets to his feet. He pulls AJ up, whipping him right into the cage. As AJ is trapped between the ropes and the cage, Hassan begins putting the boots to him. Brock pulls Promise up. He lifts him above his head. Brock tosses him forward, slamming his back right into the support bar of the steel cage. Promise falls to the mat, his back aching. Brock pulls him up again, grabbing him by the back of the head. He tries to slam Promise's head into the cage! No! Promise sticks his foot out in front of him, blocking it. He delivers a back elobw right to Brock's jaw, causing him to release him. Promise hits the ropes... He dives at Lesnar's knees... Chop block! Lesnar's knees buckle and he drops to them. Promise hits the ropes again... He charges at Brock... Brock jumps up, catching Antonio... Spin buster!
Across the ring, AJ ducks a clothesline from Hassan... Superkick! AJ dives at Brock, nailing in the face with a forearm. He begins delivering lefts and rights to Brock, trying to get the best of him. Brock suddenly throws his arms up, blocking everything AJ throws at him. He suddenly nails AJ with a headbutt, causing him to stumble back. AJ kicks at Brock... Brock catches his foot, lifting AJ's leg onto his shoulder. AJ kicks the other leg... Brock catches it, placing it onto his shoulder also. Brock lifts AJ up... Power bomb! Brock keeps his hands locked, lifting AJ back up. Promise comes dashing across the ring, nailing Brock in the gut with a thunderous kick. AJ flips backwards... Frankensteiner! Promise and AJ quickly begin putting the boots to Brock, stomping him as many times as they can. They then look up at eachother. they suddenly hit opposite sets of ropes... Dropping a double elbow right into Brock's chest! Both men cover him!"One! Two! Kickout!"Brock uses his pure strength to muscle out of the pin. Promise gets up, but is met by a knee to the gut from Hassan. Hassan hooks his head... DDT! AJ goes at Hassan, going for a kick. Hassan catches his boot. AJ looks over his shoulder, spotting Lesnar to his feet. He leaps up, flipping backwards... Péle! Brock stumbles back, leaning back on the ropes. AJ gets to his feet, but is quickly taken down by Hassan, who pummels him. Hassan begins drilling AJ with lefts and rights, taking out all his anger and frustration. Promise slowly gets up... He stomps Hassan across the back, knocking him off of Styles. Promise turns around... Oh my god! Brock nails him with a massive clothesline causing him to flip every-which-way. Hassan dives onto him for a cover..."One! Two! Styles breaks it up!"As Styles looks up, Brock comes charging at him, Styles moves, sending Brock crashing head first into the steel cage. Brock stumbles back, but won't go down. AJ leaps onto the middle rope, springing off... Back elbow! Brock crashes to the mat, holding his head. Hassan goes at AJ, No! AJ spins around him. He flips over him, nailing him with some sort of Cutter! Promise slowly gets to his feet and AJ motions for him to start climbing the cage. Promise begins to climb, quickly making it up the cage. But rather than climb over the top and escaping, Promise looks down at Hassan. He then looks to the crowd, who are on their feet cheering for him. Promise leaps off the cage... Big elbow drop! Big elbow drop!
As Styles reaches the top, notices Brock is to his feet. Brock stalks Promise, waiting for him to get up. AJ whistles down to Brock, who quickly looks up. AJ lelaps off... Shooting Styles Press! Shooting Styles Press! AJ comes crashing down onto Brock, taking him out. All four men are down and the crowd is going nuts. Promise slowly gets to his knees looking over at AJ. He then nods, telling AJ to cover Brock. As Promise lay over Hassan and AJ over Brock the ref slides into position for the count..."One!
Two!
No! Both men somehow kickout!"Promise and Styles look up at one another, shocked that they both kicked out. They quickly jump up, leaping onto the cage. Each man begins to climb, getting higher and higher. As AJ makes it to the top, Promise slips. Brock and Hassan are both up. They quickly begin to climb, grabbing both of Promise's feet. They quickly snatch him down, slamming him to the mat with a double flapjack! Promise lays motionless in the middle of the ring as Styles looks down at him. Brock whispers something in Hassan's ear, who quickly follows up. He rolls Promise over, locking him into the Camel Clutch! Hassan pulls and pulls on Promise's neck, threatening to break it. AJ, not taking the time to look back, suddenly leaps off the cage... he comes crashing down on Brock - NO! Brock catches him! Brock lifts AJ onto his shoulder, positiong him for his finishing move. Heyman begins screaming from the outside, "Do it, god dammit! Do it!" Brock, using all of his brute strength, nails Styles with the F-5 right into the steel cage! Styles falls to the ground, lifeless. Brock begins to rattle the cage, taunting the fans who continue to cheer both Styles and Promise on. Brock slowly pulls AJ up. He grabs hold of his leg, placing it over his neck... Brock lock! Brock lock! Brock begins pulling, trying to rips AJ's knee apart. But what's this?!?!?!?!?!?"White Knuckles" suddenly blares through the arena, as "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels comes dashing through the tunnel and onto the stage. With steel chair in hand, Daniels storms down the ramp. He literally leaps up onto the cage, climbing it with one hand. Brock breaks his lock on AJ, slamming him to the ground. He then motions Daniels on. Daniels stops as he reaches the top of the cage. He slowly looks down, a smirk upon his face. He suddenly slings the chair down, bringing it crashing down onto Hassan. Hassan falls limp to the mat, breaking the Camel Clutch. Brock then motions Daniels on.
He quickly begins to climb down the cage. Daniels leaps off, drilling Brock right in the face with a huge knee! Brock stumbles back, his nose busted wide open. Brock charges at him, Daniels ducks a clothesline... Lung Blower! Hassan slowly stands up. Daniels gets to his feet, sliding the chair behind him. He grabs onto Hassan... He flips backwards... Call To Rise! Call to Rise! Hassan is slammed right onto the chair, knocked out! Daniels slowly gets to his feet, chair in hand. Brock slowly stands up, blood pouring down his face. Daniels lifts the chair up... BOOM! headshot! Brock staggers around... BOOM!!! Headshot! Brock staggers around again... BOOM! Brock collapses to the ground, even more blood pouring from his head. the chair is dented in the shape of Brock's head, as Daniels holds it up. He then quickly tosses it to the side and pulls AJ and Promise onto both Lesnar and Hassan. The referee slides in for the count..."One!
Two!
Three!!!"
Finkel: Here are your winners... "The Phenomenal AJ Styles and "The Promise" Antonio Thomas!"I Am" suddenly blares through the arena. Brock and Hassan roll out of the ring, blood pouring from the both of them. As Heyman gathers them up, he takes a microphone...Heyman: Cut the damn music! I said cut the music!Daniels stands between Promise and Styles, raising their hands in victory, signifying that he has alligned himself with the two of them.Heyman: Is that how you want to play Promise? Huh? So he's your third member? Huh? Is that it? Well, in that case... Let me introduce you to the last two members of the Inmates' team..."Burn In My Light" by Killswitch Engage suddenly blares through the arena. A chorus of boos fills the arena... Flames shoot out from the tunnel as "The Hellman" G. Stone makes his way out onto the stage. He stands at the top of the ramp, looking down at three of his opponents fro Behind Bars. Heyman looks over his shoulder, smiling at his third team member. As Stone's music slowly fades away, Heyman begins to speak once more...Heyman: And now for the last member of my team... Oh, you're going to love this, haha!An unfamiliar song blares through the arena, bringing the fans to wonder who it could be. A spotlight shines through the tunnel, casting a silhouette of a man upon the stage. He slowly walks through the tunnel, revealing himself... John Morrison! Morrison slowly walks out onto the stage, looking around at the fans looking on. He then looks down to the ring, letting his opponents know he is ready.Heyman: Now that you've seen my time, how about you reveal your fourth team mate to us...
Promise: Ya' know, Paul... I'd really like to let you know who the fourth man is... But that would just ruin the fun of not knowing... Just think of it like a surprise or something... Haha... But I'll tell you this... You're going to love who the fourth man is... And that... Is a promise!Promise drops the microphone as "Maybe Misery" blares through the arena. Heyman slams down his microphone, pissed that the fourth man was not revealed to him...
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 18, 2008 22:06:41 GMT -5
vs. Austin Aries vs. Mike QuackenbushAs we return from commercial break, Austin Aries and Mike Quackenbush stand in the ring, look across at one another."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Aries and Quack lock up, getting the match underway quickly. Quack quickly ducks behind Austin, holding in an Armbar. Aries scurries towards the ropes quickly, as the referee tells Quack to break the hold. Quack lets it go, laughing at Aries. Unwilling to be shown up, Aries smacks the taste out of Mike's mouth, sending the sound of hand meeting face ringing throughout the arena. The smile that was once on Quack's face is gone, as a look of rage replaces it. Quack delivers a lightning fast punch to Aries, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Austin bounces off, only to be met with a high angle dropkick, sending him up and over the top rope. The fans cheer on Quackenbush loudly, as he quickly gains momentum. He runs across the ring, and then runs back, catapulting himself over the top ropes, hitting a perfectly times plancha onto Austin Aries. The fans go absolutely wild, as the action has started very early.
Both men get to their feet, as Quack grabs Aries by his messy hair. He drags him over to the apron, and slams his head down hard, before rolling him into the ring. Aries lies on the ground, as Mike looks around, gaining the crowds support. He jumps up onto the middle of the top rope, springboarding himself at the downed Aries, attempting his Double Foot Stomp. Aries moves out of the way quickly, but Quack lands on his feet! Aries turns around, only to be met by a vicious palm strike. Anyone thinking this match was gonna be one sided in the favor or Austin Aries, was absolutely wrong.
Mike picks Aries up by his head, but Austin resorts to dirty tactics, poking Quack right in his eye. Quack holds his face, as Aries spins around, delivering a hard Tornado Forearm right to the temple of Quack. Aries begins to stomp the downed Quack, before locking him in a side headlock. A sadistic smile befalls Aries face, as he wrenches harder and harder with each passing second, taunting Quack, yelling for him to tap out. Just as Quack seems like he is about to fade, he manages to wrap his legs around Aries head, applying a head lock of his own! Aries squirms for a few seconds, trying to get away. Aries lays motionless, showing no signs of life, until he finally breaks free. He leaps into the air, landing a stiff dropkick to Quacks face, sending his back/head crashing to the mat violently. Aries hooks the leg, hoping to end this one early."One! Two!"Quack gets the shoulder up at two, sending Aries into a fit. He lifts Quack up, and drags him into the corner. Aries delivers some mean chops and punches, before going to the opposite corner. He runs back at full speed, dropkicking Mike in the side of his head. Quack falls forward, only to be caught by Aries. Aries lifts him up, holding him in the air for the Brainbuster. But Quack breaks free! He lands on his feet behind Aries, grabbing his arms. He positions them into a straight jacket position, before sending a stiff kick to the back of Austins knee. Austin falls to the ground, and Quack turns his straight jacket, into a chin lock, wrenching back ever so tightly. Aries whinces in pain, trying to extend his leg to the ropes, but he is too far away. Aries manages to make it to a standing position, with his arms still in a Straight Jacket. He tries to get away, but Quack pulls him towards himself, flipping him over. Quack has his set up for his cross legged piledriver! Quack walks around the ring, then violently crashes down, laying Aries out with a vicious Pile Driver."One! Two! 2.9!"Aries kicks out! Quack cannot believe it. He throws his hands onto his own head, and starts ripping at his hair in frustration. Quack leans on the rope, thinking of what to do next. Just then, Aries rushes towards him, wrapping his hands around Quacks waist. He pulls him back, and releasing, sending Quack straight on his neck with a high angle German Suplex! Aries steps through the ropes, and grabs onto the middle of the top, and launches himself in the ring. He spins in mid air, landing a perfect tornado splash onto Quack! Instead of going for the cover, Aries completes his signature combo, but leaping at the middle rope, hitting a no handed lionsault!"One! Two!"Quack manages to get the shoulder up, just at the brink of three. Aries lifts Quack up by his head, and does a cut-throat taunt, signaling the end. Quack breaks free, and jumps into the air, nailing Austin in the back of his head with a hard Enziguri! Aries falls face first to the mat, as both men lay, tired and motionless. Quack manages to pull himself up, as he begins to feed off of the energy of the crowd. Quack lifts Aries up, and hooks his arms. He lifts him in the air. TIGER DRIVER! NO! Aries reverses in mid air with a hurricanrana! Quack hits the ground hard, as Aries wastes little time jumping to the top rope. He flies through the air so gracefully, hitting a picture perfect 450 splash onto Quackenbush."One! Two! Three!"Aries rolls off of Quack, breathing heavily, and holding his mid section. Christopher Daniels runs down to the ring, and helps Aries to his feet. Daniels stares down at Mike Quackenbush, as a sadistic smile forms on his face. The Fallen Angel lifts Quack's lifeless body up, setting him up for the Angels Wings. Just then, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin run through the crowd! They both springboard off of the ropes, and crash into the unsuspecting Aries and Daniels. The four men brawl, sending fists and rage flying. Security begins to pour into the ring, trying to hold these two teams back, but they continue to fight. Security finally gains order, as Aries and Daniels escape to the outside.
Just when all seems calm, the Guns break free from the security, and leap over the ropes! They land on The Prophecy, and the Security, sending everyone to the floor. Prophecy and the Guns get back to their feet, and start to brawl once more, before even more security comes in to break it up. One group holds the Guns back, as the other group escorts the Prophecy up the ramp. Both teams talk trash at each other, enraged, as the camera cuts to a commercial break.Just as we cut back from the ring, we are shown Paul Heyman’s office. Heyman sits at his desk, looking over paper work, and occasionally glancing over at the monitor by the wall. Suddenly, the door bursts open.Voice: WHAT THE HELL!?Heyman jolts up and looks at the figure with a look of disdain.Heyman: Oh, Chris. What can I help you with?Chris Jericho walks up to the desk, and furiously leans over it, glaring into Heyman’s eyes.Jericho: Shake his hand? SHAKE HIS HAND! I’m not doing that Paul. I don’t care about our matches, I don’t care about the fans, I simply refuse to show that men respect, for all that he’s put me through.
Heyman: Oh, so you mean embarrassing you multiple times, and breaking your promises of victory?Chris snarls at this insult.Heyman: Chris, listen. It’s actually very simple. If you don’t shake Kurt Angle’s hand tonight, you lose your shot at the title, at Behind Bars, and forever.Jericho slams his fist down on the desk.Heyman: But…I know Kurt feels the same towards you so, if Angle doesn’t shake your hand, he forfeits the title to you.Suddenly, the anger in Jericho’s face fades, as a smirk grows in it’s place. Chris shakes his head, and nods, before leaving the office peacefully. Paul sighs at this, and gets back to work. We cut to the bac,k where we are taken to the deepest darkest parts of the arena. Standing on the top of a staircase is ‘The Raven’ Scott Levy. Below him stands Kammy, Nick Martel and a number of hooded men. Scott Levy stands tall in an elegant tuxedo with a top hat on his head and a cigarette in his hand.Scott Levy: I look at you all and see a family, a common unity for a desire. The desire is to accomplish what we want. I said it once, I will say it again and chances are I will say it a million times, what The Flock wants, The Flock will get. We are here to stand up against those who stand in our way…in my way. Recently, a pest known as Randy Orton has decided to stand up against me and challenge me, he wants to know if I am a real man. We call this stupidity. Randall, there is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity. You come towards us with fists and with the aggression bleeding from your soul. Yet, if you come to us with a hand and we shall shake it. We are smart, not foolish. Randall, it is time the lesson is taught. Nick Martel should have been enough for you, yet now a woman will destroy you. The love of my life, the magnificent Kammy will take you to the limits. Her beauty is palpable, her strengths are hidden. Randall, tonight you learn the lesson of The Flock. I kindled a light in your soul and you betrayed me, now torture will fall upon you. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. Quote the raven, nevermore! Scott Levy puts his arms horizontally and The Flock kneels to him. He walks down the steps and only Kammy follows him. They are headed towards the ring. vs. "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton vs. Kammy(Watch on as Scott Levy's girlfriend, Kammy, 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. ‘The Raven’ Scott Levy and his girlfriend, Kammy, walk towards the ring with there arms embraced with one another. Scott and Kammy walk up the ring steps and together join each other in the ring. Scott falls to the corner of the ring and Kammy takes a seat in-between his legs. The lights kick back on and the arena is light up again.
Randy stares at the couple, the fire is bleeding from his eyes. He wants Scott, yet Scott is in no mood to fight. Randy yells his name and Kammy stands up. Scott follows her and Orton is handicapped. Scott gets in Orton’s face. Orton goes to take a swing as him, but Scott ducks and Kammy kicks him right in the head."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Scott Levy falls out of the ring as Kammy snaps Orton to the mat. She puts Orton in a chin-lock, but he is quick to counter. Orton elbows her in the side and trips her feet from beneath her. Orton grabs her hair and lifts her off the mat and than drives his knee to her head.
Orton picks her up and nails a huge uppercut. Kammy is rocked backwards and Orton goes for the RKO. Kammy pushes out of it and nails a neck breaker. She picks him up and nails a huge bodyslam! She bounces off the ropes and nails a leg drop.
She goes for the pin, but doesn’t get anything. They both get to their feet and lock up. The bounce off the ropes and Orton gets control and plants her with a bulldog and follows up by locking in the crossface.
Kammy screams in pain as Orton applies more pressure. Scott Levy signals towards the back and hops on the apron. The referee tries to restrain Scott as he tries to enter the ring. Suddenly, Nick Martel slides into the ring with a chair and cracks Orton in the spine.
Nick slides to the outside and Scott falls to the ground. Kammy slowly makes her way to her feet and drops a knee on the head of Orton. She than locks in a half crab and really works Orton’s back. Orton is screeching in pain but he gets a hand on the rope. Kammy releases it but starts to get in the referees face as Scott and Nick punch Orton I the face.
Kammy than shoves the referee out of the way and starts to kick Orton in the side. She than picks him up and drops a huge DDT! Kammy goes for the pin…"One….two…."Orton gets the arm up and Kammy is in disbelief. She pounds the mat and screams. She picks Orton back up and tosses him between the ropes in the corner of the ring causing his shoulder to slam against the steel.
Kammy bounces off the ropes and chop blocks Orton and follows up with a back supplex. Orton falls hard and Kammy poses and Scott claps for her on the outside. Suddenly, Orton amazingly gets up and slaps Kammy in the back of the head. As Kammy turns around Orton plants her with an RKO. Kammy looks dead and Orton tries to pin her. "One…two"Kammy somehow gets the shoulder up. Orton is in disbelief as he argues with the ref. Orton turns his back for too long as Kammy quickly gets him and turns him around and nails him with a Kammy-Kutter! She goes for the pin…"One…..two…..
Kick out!"The crowd erupts as Orton gets his shoulder up. Kammy is about to pull her hair out as she is running out of ideas. Suddenly, she picks Orton up and plants him with the even flow!
The crowd erupts in boos, but Kammy does not go for the pin. She picks Orton up and tosses him to the outside. She than tosses him gut first on the guardrail. Nick Martel hands her a chair but Orton kicks her in the gut. The chair falls to the ground and Orton drills Kammy in the head with it.Howard Finkel: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification... Kammy! Scott plows Randy with an even flow and picks up his love, Kammy. He starts to walk to the back. Nick Martel follows behind quickly, but Orton somehoe manages to get to his feet and get on the microphone.Orton: Is that all you got, Levy? Huh? Is it? Is that all you and your powerful little Flock got?Scott places Kammy down and demands Nick to watche over her. Scott rips off his blazer and slides into the ring. Orton throws a punch but Scott ducks and rocks him with a hard left. Scott unloads with hard punches and than knees Orton in the gut. He goes for the Even Flow... Orton reverses it! RKO! RKO! RKO! Scott Levy is out cold as Nick Martel runs to the ring, as the rest of The Flock follows. Orton slides out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair. He realizes how outnumbered he is and tosses the chair down. Orton slowly hops over the barricade, smiling. As Orton makes his way through the crowd, Levy is helped up and given a microphone.Scott Levy: Orton, tonight was a fluke. At Behind Bars only one of us will survive and it will not be you. The Flock is out to get you know and if you survive till the PPV, I will single handily end your career. You call yourself “The Legend Killer”, just try to kill me. Orton, walk down to the City of Woe and survive with the pains of a lost civilization. Starve with them and fight with them and get strong. For as what we see it not what it seems, so it is written and so it shall come to pass. Quote the raven, nevermore!We quickly fade away as Levy gathers himself in the ring, still shaken up from the RKO.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 18, 2008 22:32:30 GMT -5
The camera cuts up to a dark part of the hallway. In the hallway sits our Intercontinental Champion, Sam X. X has the title slung around his shoulder as he leans against the wall. The shadows of the darkness gleam off of his body, his face solemn. Suddenly, he begins to speak.Sam: Week after week of accusations. Week after week the man ducks, dodges and avoids his charges. I’ve asked, forced, and sought information form others. Nobody admits to it, but I have this hulking suspicion that he did it. He took out my best friend, and I am going to do whatever it takes to get it out of him. Roy, this week Bryan Danielson and myself will take you and Whelan out. And at Behind Bars, there is nothing stopping me from doing something that would get me arrested on the street.Sam slowly leans off of the wall and walks down the hallway as the camera looks at his back. We cut out. The camera quickly cuts to the interview set, where Todd Grisham stands by with Johnny Magnum and Kevin Derringer.Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with two of SNME's newest talents, Johnny Magnum and Kevin Derringer. Last week, we all saw the in-ring debut of Johnny Magnum, where he defeated "The Heat" Darren Mack. But in that match we saw Johnny's manager, Kevin, get involved and stop Hogan from interfering. And now, Kevin, this week Hogan is looking to get some revenge for that. How do you feel going into your first match with a legend in this business?
Derringer: How do I feel, eh? Haha. It's funny you ask that, Todd, because Kevin Derringer is feeling great. You see, last week my boy Johnny Magnum got his first win here in SNME, and now this week so am I. It just couldn't get any better.
Gtisham: So you're not worried about having to face a legend in this sport like Hulk Hogan?
Derringer: Who? Hah! Listen up, Todd... I don't give a damn who Hulk Hogan is or what he's done... Fact of the matter is, tonight Hulk Hogan's last match ain't gonna' be pretty. And I'll guarantee this... When I'm done with him, Hulk Hogan will be laying in the ring a bloody mess!
Grisham: Well, you heard it folks... Back you guys at ringside...Magnum and Derringer quickly leave the scene as it cuts to black. vs. Kevin Derringer vs. "Hollywood" Hulk HoganFaintly playing, "Voodoo Chile" takes over the P.A. System. Black and White strobe lights begin to flash upon the stage, beckoning on the arrival of the leader of the band. Through the curtain, "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan comes prancing out, decked out in the black and white colors. He uses the black and white boas around his neck as a guitar, strumming along with his music. Darren Mack slowly follows behind him, giving Hogan the respect a legend in this business deserves.Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... First, making his way to the ring... He hails from Miami, Florida... He stands at six feet and seven inches and weighs in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds... He is the leader of the New World Order... "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan!Hogan slowly makes his way down the ramp, strumming to the music and posing. He slowly walks up the steps, entering the ring. He pulls off his boasm hanging them over the turnbuckle. He then stands center ring, spotlight shinging down on him. Hogan reaches up, ripping his New World Order shirt clearly in half. He quickly tosses it into the crowd, as two or three fans begin to fuss over it. Hogan then proceeds to pose but is quickly interrupted...Disturbed's "Stricken" suddenly blares through the arena as the black and white lights stop shining. The fans, half booing and cheering, increase in volume as Kevin Derringer comes dashing through the curtain, hands raised high. Walking beside him, Johnny Magnum comes out, looking to the ring at Hogan and Mack. He points to them, his hand in the shape of a gun. He then points to Derringer, letting Hogan know that his final match will be nothing short of a loss. Derringer pulls out the Magnum from his pocket, waving it in the air, he shows it to Hogan, who looks on from the ring, remembering how badly it hurt to be hit by it. Derringer hands the Magnum to Johnny as the two slowly descend the ramp...Finkel: And the opponent... Making his debut in the ring... He hails from Oakland, California... He stands at six feet and five inches and weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds... He is the manager of Johnny Magnum... He is Kevin Derringer!Derringer quickly slides into the ring, going right after Hogan. the two begin to exchange blows as the bell sounds and the match begins..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Derringer ducks a right from Hogan, hitting the ropes. Clothesline! Hogan stumbles back, not falling to the mat. He suddenly looks at Derringer, challenging him. Derringer runs at Hogan... Clothesline! Hogan doesn't budge. Hogan challenges him yet again. Derringer hits the ropes, gaining all the momentum he can. Hogan ducks the clothesline... Derringer hits the ropes... Hogan gets the big boot up! Derringer goes down hard, causing Magnum to go wild at ringside. Hogan pulls Derring up, sending him off the ropes. Derringer comes back... Clothesline! Hogan seems to be immortal on this not, not giving in to anything. As Derringer lays on the mat, Hogan hits the ropes... He goes for the Atomic Leg Drop early... No! Derringer moves! Hogan holds his leg, yelling in pain. Derringer pulls him up. He backs away... Chop block! Hogan drops to one knee. Derringer hits the ropes... He drills him right in the face with a big boot! Hogan falls limp, laying flat on the mat. Derringer looks out to Magnum, asking him what he thought of that. Magnum smiles, nodding his head in approval. As Derringer turns around, Hogan is to his feet, staring him right in the eye.
Derringer goes after Hogan. He swings... Hogan blocks! Hogan grabs a handful of hair and begins pummeling Derringer with huge right hands. Hogan then pulls back one last time, letting Derringer have it! Derringer stumbles back, falling flat on the mat. Hogan is fired up, flexing his muscles for the crowd. On the outside, Mack is getting everyone into the match, getting them chanting Hogan's name for his last match. The Hulkster seems to be channeling their energy somehow, pumping himself up. Derringer pulls himself up. Hogan drills him with a big right hand! Derringer stumbles back into the corner. Hogan charges him... Clothesline! Derringer slowly stumbles out of the corner. Hogan hits the ropes... Big Boot! Derringer doesn't go down, but simply stumbles back, leaning on the ropes. Hogan charges at him... Clothesline! Derringer goes up and over the top rope, falling to the floor. Hogan quickly rolls out of the ring, pulling Derringer up. He goes for an Irish whip... Derringer reverses it... Hogan crashes right into the crowd barricade! Derringer comes charging... Huge clothesline! Hogan flips over the barricade, falling into the first row. Derringer looks around, asking the crowd what they thought of that. They simply boo him, tossing food and drink at him. As Derringer turns around, Darren Mack charges at him... Derringer moves aside, sending Mack crashing right into the barricade.
As Derringer turns around, Hogan stands tall, pointing right at him. Derringer looks to be in shock. Hogan pulls Derringer's head down, slamming it right onto the barricade. As Derringer falls down, Hogan climbs over the barricade. He pulls Derringer up, rolling him into the ring. Magnum comes from behind! Hogan ducks, sending Magnum crashing into the ring post! Hogan slides into the ring. He kicks Derringer in the gut. He lifts him up... Body slam! Hogan goes wild, snatching off his bandana and tossing it into the crowd. He pulls Derringer up, somehow channeling the crowd's energy again. Hogan lifts Derringer up into a Gorilla Press. Hogan's got Derringer above his head. Derringer starts to kick and squirm, but Hogan quickly slams him down to the mat. Hogan looks around, knowing he can go for the finish. He hits the ropes... Atomic Leg Drop! Hogan gets to his feet, looking for another. Hogan runs at the ropes... Magnum leaps onto the arpon, drilling Hogan in the back of the head with the butt of the Magnum in his hand! Hogan stops, the back of his head busted wide open. Derringer hits the ropes... Big Boot! Big Boot! Hogan falls limp to the mat, blood rushing from his head. Mack tries to slide in the ring, but Magnum holds him. Derringer makes the cover..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... Kevin Derringer!Derringer rolls out of the ring, his hands raised in victory. "Stricken" blares through the arena once more as Darren Mack slides into the ring to check on Hogan. Magnum raises Derringer's hand, holding up the gun also. The two celebrate, walking up the ramp at the same time.Saturday Night's Main Event: Behind Bars! Live! From Safeco Field in Seattle, Washington! 2/24/08
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 18, 2008 22:38:05 GMT -5
The camera cuts to Roy and Whelan, who stand in the locker room. Roy rolls on his elbow pads as Shane looks on, his towering presence intimidating. Roy finishes up with his gear, and exits the locker room, Shane following behind him.
We cut to a hallway where Sam X and American Dragon stand. X is seen throwing ghost punches as Danielson stretches out. X kicks a chair over, and pats Whelan on the shoulder. Sam grabs his IC Title as Bryan does his Custom Title. The team of champions walk down the hall as we cut to commercial break. We quickly cut to the lockeroom of Antonio Thomas. Steam fills the room as Antonio walks out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and another towel draped over his head. He quickly opens up his locker, digging it through to find his street clothes. A slight creak is heard..."Get him!"Promise turns around, as Lesnar, Hassan, and Paul Heyman rush into his lockeroom. Brock grabs Promise by the throat, wrapping his massive hands around it, squeezing the life out of him. Heyman then gets right in his face, as he begins to speak...Heyman: Think you're funny, huh? Keeping your fourth team member a secret... I'll show you something that's going to be funny, and that's you laying here in a pool of your own blood... How about that, huh? Now, I'm going to give you the count of ten to tell me who your fourth team member is... And if I don't get an answer, you just might not be able to make it to Behind Bars next weekend...
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Two...
Three...Brock releases some of the pressure, so maybe Promise can answer them."Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight..."Heyman begins to look more pissed than ever. He begins snarling, continuing on with the counting..."Nine...
T-What that fu-"Thomas Daniels and AJ Styles burst into the lockeroom, ready to brawl. Daniels quickly gets in Brock's face, telling him to release Promise. Brock quickly releases him, slamming his head against the locker. Styles stands, ready to fight, putting his fists up to Hassan.Daniels: Paul Heyman... You want to know who our partner is? Well that's just too damn bad! We're not telling you a damn thing...
"Wait... I'll tell him... Trust me, guys... It's okay..."Promise slowly stands up, still gasping for air. He quickly regains his breath and begins to speak...Promise: Heyman, our fourth team member goes by the name of... Th-... The name of...
Heyman: Come on! Spit it out, dammit!
Promise: The Prison Guard!
Heyman: Who in the hell is that?
Promise: Like I told you, his name is the Prison Guard... And that's all I know...Daniels pushes Brock back, insisting he leave the lockeroom. Styles does the same with Hassan, clearing them both out of the room. Heyman then slowly walks out, muttering under his breath... "Almost Easy" by Avenged Sevenfold blares the arena, turning the crowds 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, 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, and walks towards the corner to wait for his partner.
“Headstrong”blares over the arena, signaling the arrival of Roy. The cowboy walks through the curtain, and down the ramp, to the boos of the crowd. Roy slides into the ring, and goes over to Whelan, where he awaits Sam and Danielson.
Danielson’s music blasts over the arena as the Custom Champion walks out through the curtain. The title is strapped around his waist, looking as glorious as it’s owner does. Danielson waits on the outside of the ring, brave but not stupid.
A trumpet sounds over the arena, and leads to “Line in the Sand” by Motorhead to blast over the arena, the sound of a clock ticking. Sam X steps out from the tunnel, IC Title slung over his shoulder, his eyes as dark and ominous as a stormy sea. Sam slowly trots down the ramp, never letting down his gaze on Roy. X walks next to Danielson, and drops his title, as does Danielson. Sam slaps him on the back, and the two slide in. Both teams meet in the center of the ring, brawling. Fists fly through the air, hitting various parts of the body. Sam tackles Roy to the outside as Danielson legally starts the match with Whelan!“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Bryan quickly goes for a takedown, which Shane powers out of, throwing the Custom Champion onto his back. Danielson quickly gets up, and fakes a shot to the face, then hits a stiff dropkick to the knee. Shane falls down on one knee, and is open for a leg takedown by Danielson. Bryan professionally goes for a leglock, and slowly begins to tear away at the knee of Shane. Fighting the pressure, Whelan begins to punch at American Dragon, and knocks him loose of the hold. Bryan rolls back up to the feet and charges Shane, only to be nearly decapitated by a clothesline. Sam and Roy now are separated, and in different corners. Shane picks Danielson up, and throws him into the corner. The 6’6 monster begins to throw some stiff forearm shots to Danielson’s face, but the champion begins to fight his way out with some kicks to the midsection of his challenger. Bryan gets enough shots in, enough to force Shane to keel over and gasp for air. Danielson hoists himself up onto the second turnbuckle, and then jumps off with an elbow to the back of Shane. Whelan collapses to his chest as Bryan lands on his feet, and begins to stomp at Shane’s back. Bryan stops at the behest of the referee, and picks Shane up to his feet.
Catching Danielson by surprise, Whelan powers up and tackles Bryan to the mat. Shane begins pummeling the champion as the ref begins to yell at him to get off, at the risk of being disqualified. Shane relents, and picks Bryan up to his feet. He grabs Danielson’s arm, and whips him across the ring. Dragon comes bouncing back, and his head is caught by the size 15 boot of Whelan. Bryan drops to the mat as Shane covers him.“1….2…”Danielson gets the shoulder up at 2. Whelan grabs him by the head, and drags him to his feet. Toe kick by Whelan. Shane grabs Danielson’s head, and wraps his arm around it. With a great show of power, Whelan lifts Danielson up for a Suplex, and holds him vertical for a few seconds before powerfully dropping him down on his back. Shane puts a foot atop Bryan, and flexes, much to the dismay of the crowd.“1…”Danielson grabs Shane’s boot, and twists him down, and starts applying an ankle lock! Shane gasps in pain, and successfully counters the hold by kicking Danielson in the face. Bryan falls off, clutching his aching face. Whelan struggles to his feet, and charges Bryan, only to be caught with a kick to the gut. Danielson grabs him around the waist, over the back, and throws him with a textbook side Suplex! Bryan stands up, and hits a leg drop onto his future challenger. He covers and hooks the leg.“1….2….”Shane powers out of the pin. Danielson picks Whelan up, and goes for an Irish whip, but Shane counters with his immense size, and throws Bryan into the ropes. Danielson comes bouncing back, and into a massive back body drop from Shane! Whelan grabs his foot, and drags him back over to his corner, and tags in Roy. Shane lifts Dragon up, and puts him in a Full Nelson as Roy begins throwing punches into his gut. At the ref’s final warning, Shane throws Danielson down like a paper doll, letting Roy go to work. The evil cowboy begins laying the boots into Danielson, then goes over to his head, and locks in a rear chinlock. Bryan begins trying to get out of the hold, and catches Roy with an elbow to the face. Roy backs off, and Bryan goes to tag in Sam, but Roy grabs his leg, and pulls him back into the center of the ring. Roy elbow drops Danielson’s leg, and begins to put on a leg lock of his own. He begins to twist at Danielson’s knee, as if threatening to dislocate it. Being a technical wizard, American Dragon rolls out of the holds, and bounces off the ropes, catching Roy with a spinning elbow to the face. Roy falls to the mat as Bryan picks him right back up, and whips him across the ring. Roy comes springing back into a would be Belly to Belly Suplex, but he counters the hold at the last second by head butting Bryan. Danielson stumbles backwards as Roy grabs his waist, and lifts him up into the air. Roy drops him straight on his upper back, and goes for a pin. “1….2….”Danielson kicks out at 2. Roy grabs the Custom Champion up, and throws him into the corner. Roy charges, but is caught by a boot to the face from Bryan. Danielson goes for a move, but Roy surprises him with a European uppercut to the jaw, sending Danielson staggering. Roy runs, and slams Bryan’s head to the mat with a bulldog, nearly crushing it from the impact. Now Roy begins taunting the Custom Champion, and lifts him up. He grabs him in a Full Nelson, and looks to be going for Danielson’s own finisher, the Dragon Suplex! Roy lifts Danielson up, but Bryan counters the momentum, and rolls through, right into a tag from Sam X! X leaps into the ring, and dives into Roy, sending his forearm right into his challenger’s throat. X begins drilling him with punches, but Shane Whelan comes in, intervening on his partner’s behalf. Shane knocks Sam off, but X just rolls right back up, and knocks Whelan down with a spinning wheel kick to the jaw! Sam nips up, and picks the 6’6 monster up. X grabs him, and throws him over the ropes with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Shane crashes onto his back, leaving Sam in the ring with Roy. Roy is just getting up when X catches him with a stiff running kick to the face, nearly knocking Roy’s head off. Sam quickly rolls through, and leaps onto the turnbuckle, and with a move of pure agility, springboards off, and twists in mid air, spl;ashing onto his arch rival. Sam hooks the leg!“1….2…”Roy kicks out at 2. Sam picks the cowboy up, and throws him into the corner. X swiftly follows, and goes for a knee, but Roy ducks under it. Sam, though, lands on the turnbuckle with both of his feet. Roy turns around, and splits Sam’s legs, causing the Intercontinental Champion to crotch himself on the top rope. Roy grabs him and pulls him down into the Tree of Woe, and begins to stomp the living crap out of X. Roy stops, and untangles Sam so he collapses onto the mat. Roy picks X up and pushes him onto the second rope, so he is leaning on it. Roy bounces off the ropes, and drives his knee into Sam’s back, putting so much impact onto the blow. Sam yells in pain, and falls off the rope, clutching his back. Roy picks the Intercontinental Champion up, and kicks him in the gut. Roy goes for a Suplex, but Sam flips through it. Sam picks Roy up like a belly to belly, but instead slams his back onto his knee, completing a modified backbreaker! X flips Roy off of his knee, and throws him over to Shane’s corner, saying he wants the monster. Shane tags himself in, as IC Champion and 6’6 monster stare down. Sam goes for the grapple, but Whelan throws him backwards. X rolls back up, and Whelan goes for a clothesline, which Sam ducks instinctively. Shane turns around, and gets caught by a forearm to the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. X begins fighting Shane, blow by blow into the corner. Sam climbs onto the second rope, and leaps upwards, only before kicking Shane right in the head! X lands onto his feet as Whelan falls forward into a DDT from X! Sam climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, but Roy, sensing danger runs over and pushes Sam off, sending him crashing and burning into the barricade! Danielson runs in and goes to fight off Roy, but in the mayhem, is thrown into the ref by Shane. The ref collapses to the mat as the two begin to double team Dragon. Shane picks his opponent up, and gets him in a Full Nelson as Roy crawls outside and grabs a chair from the time keeper. Roy runs forward and goes to bash Danielson’s skull in, but the Custom Champ ducks, and Roy brutally slams the chair down onto Shane’s skull! Whelan collapses like a sack of potatoes as Danielson kicks Roy in the gut, and hits a Dragon Suplex onto him! Both men are down, but slowly moving as X crawls onto the apron, and climbs back up to the turnbuckle. Danielson rolls to the apron. Sam leaps off the turnbuckle and Frog Splashes Shane, all 242 pounds of X crashing down onto him. Sam tags in Danielson, then sees Roy rising up. X charges forwards, and nearly breaks Roy in half with an explosive Spear! Danielson grabs Whelan’s arms and locks on the Cattle Mutilation! Within seconds, Shane taps! Shane taps!Fink: Here are your winners, the Champions, Bryan Danielson and Sam X! Both men are handed their respective titles, as the ref raises their hands into the air. Sam and Danielson embrace, proud of their victory. Sam looks at the limp Roy, and slowly boots him out of the ring. We cut to a commercial break with Sam and Bryan raising their titles into the air.
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Post by Theodore Long on Feb 18, 2008 22:43:06 GMT -5
The camera quickly cuts over to ringside, where Austin Owens and Joey Styles stand by, awaiting the handshake between Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho.Styles: Ladies and gentlemen, so far tonight, we've seen it all. We've seen everything come into play tonight, getting each of the matches at Behind Bars built up to epic proportions. And now, before we get to the handshake between Angle and Jericho, let's take a look at what we're going to see at Behind Bars..."Burn" by Mad at Gravity begins to play as the match graphics begin to show up on the screen...Owens: Folks, Emma's been waiting patiently for a challenger and she may finally get what she wants... Emma Paramore defends her Women's Championship against the ever so eager Trish Stratus, in what looks to be possibly the greatest Diva's match we've seen here in SNME.
Styles: Then we've got the Murder City Machine Guns taking on the Prophecy to see just who is the better team, and to decide who are our SNME World Tag Team Champions. Folks, we've seen these two teams go back and fourth, and finally they will get the chance to get it on in the ring next Sunday!
Owens: And man, oh man... Folks, we've seen Bryan Danielson beat some of the toughest competitors in the ring, but this is truly his greatest title defense. Folks, Bryan Danielson will be defending his Custom Championship against "Insane" Shane Whelan in what looks to be one hell of a showdown!
Styles: Speaking of showdown... This brings us to our next match, where we will see "The Raven" Scott Levy take on "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton in a Raven's Rules match. We've all see who this one boiled down. It all started when Raven claimed Orton wasn't who he used to be anymore. And with a fire lit inside him, Orton quickly became a thorn in Raven's side. But with the Flock at Raven's side, will Orton stand a chance?
Owens: I don't know, Joey, but I do know one thing... the Prison Break match is going to be one of SNME's most brutal matches... We've got eight men... Two teams of four... The Guards... The Inmates... It's gonna' be a freakin' riot with all of the talent thrown in there!
Owens: And folks, if you think all of that was something, get this... Sam X and The Roy! These two have been at eachothers' throats for sometime now, ready to kill the other on. And with Sam seeking revenge for his buddy Joey P, there is no telling how brutal this one is gonna' be. And to think... The only way to end this match is to utter two simple words... I Quit!
Styles: And along with all of that, we have one of the greatest pay-per-view main events ever booked in SNME history. It all started at Seven Deadly Sins when Kurt Angle defeated Chris Jericho for the World Heavyweight Championship. And since then... These two have been non-stop. The hatred between these two men is absolutely insane. It's undescribable. And to think, to top it off, both of these men will be inside of one of wrestling's most demonic structures, Hell in the Cell! Ladies and gentlemen, Behind Bars is looking to be one of SNME's greatest pay-per-views. If you miss it...
Owens: You're a freakin' idiot! Kurt Angle And Chris Jericho(Handshake!)“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.
"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.
Paul Heyman stands in the ring, facilitating the handshake. Heyman hands Jericho a microphone, and hands another to Angle. Paul nods, and let's the two take it away. Jericho lifts the mic up first.Jericho: Kurt Angle, month after month, week after week, day after day, we've been going through this little argument of whose better. A long time ago, it was you, not too long ago it was equal, and now....now look at it Kurt. You can barely win a damn match. I think it is safe to say that I am going to usurp that title right from your hands, and place the crown on my gorgeous head...once again
Angle: Chris, Chris, Chris. How many times are we gonna do this dance? As you just said, month after month, you have been a thorn in my side. Week after week, you try to gain the upperhand. And yeah, I'm not on my hottest streak at the moment, but rest assured. All of that means nothing, once we are locked inside of that steel hell. Wins and losses don't count for a thing, when I am grinding your flesh across the unforgiving structure. Chris Jericho, believe me when I say, that as long as I am champion, you will NEVER, hold this, again
Jericho: You keep on bringing up this point about the Cell, and grinding my flesh across the walls, but wait a second Kurt. There is only one person who is going to be locked behind walls at Behind Bars, Angle. And that person, is you. You see Kurt, it is my destiny to make you tap out to the Walls of Jericho this coming Sunday. I don't care if it takes 5 minutes, 15 minutes, hell even an hour! Because I can promise you this, nay guarantee it. Kurt Angle, at Behind Bars, I am going to make you tap out to the Walls of Jericho.Jericho slowly extends his hand as a smirk appears on his face
Kurt, reluctant to embrace Chris's hand, draws the mic back up to his mouth Angle: Chris, the time for talk is over. I am not gonna get into yet an other debate with you, about who is gonna walk out, as champion. I will let my actions speak louder than words, as I am sure you will too. See you Sunday. Kurt slaps his hand into an embrace with Jericho, as he stares into his eyes. Jericho pulls Angle close, causing both men to be nose to nose. Jericho's face is nothing but pure seriousness, as is Angle's. The two slowly mouth some trash talking as the camera fades to black, the camera still on the two rivals.
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Post by Kammy on Feb 18, 2008 22:54:23 GMT -5
That was the best SNME show I've read in a long time, in my opinion. Those PPV graphics are nicely made too.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Feb 18, 2008 22:59:30 GMT -5
...another target shot down!
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Post by thekillawhale on Feb 19, 2008 0:15:24 GMT -5
this ppv sounds promising...
i mean, it has to, with those awesome graphics like kammy pointed out lol
are u ready danielson? i dont tap twice. lol
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