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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 16:29:22 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The US Airways Arena in Phoenix, Arizona! 3/1/08A 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 U.S. Airways Arena in Phoenix, Arizona! 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: Folks, we're hot of the tail of Behind Bars, and we are on fire!
Owens: That's right, Joey! It's like my soul has been set on fiyah!
Styles: ....
Owens: In other news, midgets have taken over Saturday Night's Main Event Headquarters...
Styles: Umm, yeah. Let's get this thing started before we make even bigger fools of ourselves...
Owens: What? I had to come up with something to say...
Styles: Midgets? you know how Mister Heyman feels about midgets...
Owens: Shit... Confetti. Cheers. Champagne. Glory. All the things you find in a joyous celebration are here, as Saturday Night's Main Event opens to a grand bash. A giant cake stands in the center of the ring, covered in frosting and confetti, that falls from above.
The fans anxiously await the coming of their champion, as "My Quest" finally kicks in. The bass kicks in over the loud speakers, followed by a massive explosion of red, white, and blue fireworks. The robust extravagance of light finally dies down, leaving nothing but gray smoke engulfing the stage. It finally clears, as the image of a man and his wife appears.
Kurt Angle stands front and center, holding his World Title high, and wearing his gorgeous wife on his arm. Karen rubs the exposed chest of Kurt, bringing a smile to his face, before they both begin to venture down the ramp. Kurt is donned in a black dress pants, and a matching dress shirt, smoothly unbuttoned at the top. His expensive match gleams in the light, almost as bright as his wifes deep eyes.
Kurt and Karen get onto the apron, and Karen begins to hold the ropes up for Kurt. Kurt shakes his head, disapproving, before sitting on the middle rope, holding it up for his wife. She steps through the ropes with a wonderful smile on her face, and is followed by her champion husband.
As Kurt enters the ring, he holds his title high once again, as fireworks begin to explode from each corner. More confetti begins to fall, as the crowd goes wild, and Angle basks in the glory. Karen hands Kurt a microphone, as the music, fireworks, and confetti stops. Kurt drapes the World title over his broad shoulder, and grabs his wifes hand, staring into the marvelous cake.Angle: Tonight is a very special night for me, and for all of you. For I stand before you, a new man. No longer am I tarnished, by a hell created by Chris Jericho. No longer, am I deprived of everything I have, at the hands of Chris Jericho. No longer, is Chris Jericho in contention, to MY...World...Heavyweight...Championship!The crowd continues to pop, bringing a wider smile to Kurt's face. His head is bandaged, but he shows no signs of discomfort,or pain.Angle: As you can see, I brought with me tonight my lovely, lovely wife Karen, to celebrate this wonderful moment with me. For once, Kurt Angle doesn't have to live in the past. But instead, I can look towards the future. A future, that is free of Chris Jeric-Kurt is cut off, by the caw of a Raven."Choke" by Kazy plays over the speakers, as the arena falls damn near silent. The crowd, and the Angles, stare at the stage, as hooded men flood onward. They stand on either side of the steel ramp, making way for the main attraction. Down the ramp, front and center, walks Scott Levy, better known as Raven. On his arm, is his beautiful Fiance Kammy, and behind him, walks his son, Nick Martel. Levy has a mic in hand, and intends on using it.Levy: Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Let me be the first to congratulate you, on your victory against Chris Jericho. It was a long time coming, Kurt, but you have finally rid yourself of that nuisance...Kurt, who at this point, is enraged at Levy's interruption, chimes in.Angle: Raven, what in the hell are you doing out here, ruining my celebration?Raven puts a slight smirk on his face, and even lets out a slight chuckle.Levy: Kurt, I came out here tonight, to warn you. You may have survived hell, but you haven't left the furnace just yet. Because the Devil awaits, and he is standing in your way. Kurt Angle, ever since you came into this company, I knew you would be a great star. I also knew, that I would have to be the one, to strip you of that World Title. So Kurt...
Angle: So that's what this is about, huh Raven? You come out here, and you ruin my night, because you want to face me for the World Title? Well Scott, you need not ask again. In fact, why wait any longer? Why don't you come down here, and fight me right now?Kurt loosens the cuffs of his sleeves, and rolls them up on his forearms.Levy: Oh, to be witless. You think I am gonna come down there, and risk getting injured, just a week before my wedding? No Kurt, I don't think so. You see, yourself and I, we need to battle on a grander stage. That stage, being set on the 23rd, at Unbreakable. But how about this?Levy grabs his son, and pulls him forward, between violently pushing his ahead. Martel falls and stumbles down the ramp, looking back at his father.Levy: How about tonight, you face my boy, Angle? But do me a favor, don't rough him up too much. Because he needs to look his best for his daddy's wedding.Kurt stares on in disgust, nearly burning a hole in Levy's eyes.Levy: Oh and Kurt, you're invited too! Make sure you bring your tramp with you. Please, show up to my Wedding, Kurt. For it is sure to be a blast!Just as Raven says these words, the cake in the ring explodes. Cake flies everywhere, ruining Karen's expensive dress, and Kurt's clean clothes. Both Angles fall backwards from the blast, as Raven slowly backs up the ramp, laughing uncontrollably. Kurt stares on, yelling, extremely irate, as we go to commercial. vs. "The Great" Muhammad Hassan vs. The RockThe sounds of the Middle East suddenly blare through the arena. Thousands of boos fill the arena as "The Great" Muhammad Hassan makes his way through the curtain. With his turban upon his head, he walks out, hands held out, as if demanding to be worshipped and praised by the crowd. Hassan simply stands on the stage, looking at the thousands of booing fans. With a smirk he begins to make his way to the ring. He ignores the rude remarks made by many patriotic Americans as he makes his way up the steps. He quickly enters the ring, demanding for a microphone. His music quickly fades away, as he takes center ring...Hassan: Es Mel a rahman a raheem. Salaam. Man Muhammad Hassan hastem.The crowd quickly begins booing, tossing things into the ring. Hassan quickly becomes angered.Hassan: Salam! It's just like a bunch of ignorant Americans to be booing a man of greatness such as myself. You fools! Infidels! Last week I told you all that at Behind Bars you would see "The Great" Muhammed Hassan walk out victoriously... And what happened? I, "The Great" Muhammed Hassan, walked out victoriuously, just as I said. And yet you people boo me? What is wrong with you foolish Americans? I am trying to show you that I don't have to be like you to be successful. I don't have to be born here in the the United States to be great! Allah Akbar!
"If Ya Smeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllll!!!Blaring through the arena and completely cutting Hassan off, The Rock's music comes out of nowhere. The crowd suddenly explodes, going absolutely nuts. Hassan looks to the stage, pulling off his turban and dropping his microphone. The Rock comes tearing through the curtain, looking to be in the best shape of his life! Rock stops in the middle of the stage, taking a second to take in the electrifying feeling of the crowd's roar. He then looks to the ring, pointing at Hassan. The Rock quickly begins to make his way down the ramp, looking to lay the smackdown on someone's candy ass. He quickly slides in as the bell sounds..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"As Rock gets to this feet, Hassan goes after him, throwing a right. Rock blocks the shot, nailing Hassan with a series of lefts and rights! Hassan is rocked back, but quickly blocks a shot from Rock. Both men begin to exchange blows back and fourth... Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right!
Hassan stumbles backwards. Rock pulls his hand back, spitting right in the middle... Bam! He slaps the taset right out of Hassan's mouth, sending him stumbling back and through the ropes!
As Hassan slowly pulls himself up, Rock paces the ring. He paces back and fourth, the electricity running through him. Hassan looks on, holding his jaw. Rocks taunts him with his hand...Rock: Just bring it!Hassan slides into the ring. They begin to exchange blows again. Rocky blocks a shot from Hassan. He sends him off the ropes. Hassan takes off across the ring. He hits the ropes. He's headed right for Rock... Spinebuster! The Rock leaps up, going insane! With the crowd buzzing, Rock kicks Hassan's arms to his side. He stands over him, looking left and then looking right. He quickly pulls off his elbow pad, tossing it into the crowd. He slings his arms and takes off at the ropes. He hits them... Rock leaps over Hassan, hitting the opposite set of ropes... He comes back... People's Elbow! People's Elbow! Hassan flops around on the mat, holding his chest. Rock gets to his feet, ready to lay it to him. Hassan slowly stands up, staggering. He staggers right into it... Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom!
The Rock stands up, looking around. As the crowd begins to chant, "Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!", he raises the eyebrow, getting an even louder reaction. Rock pulls Hassan to his feet. He sets him up... Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom! As Hassan lays motionless on the ground, Rock covers him..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... The Rock!Rock's music blares through the arena as he stands center ring, hand raised by the referee. Rock quickly motions for a microphone as his music fades away.Rock: Finally... The Rock, Has Come Back!
..........TO SATURDAY NIGHT’S…..MAIN EVENT!Rock's music blares through the arena once more as he tosses the microphone to Howard Finkel. As loud as ever, the crowd chants, "Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!". As Rock celebrates with the fans, we cut to commercial...
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 16:32:44 GMT -5
Cameras quickly cut backstage to what looks to be a medical room. Roy Rowe is seen sitting upon a table, his head wrapped up. A doctor quickly enters the room with a clipboard in hand.Doctor: How are you doing tonight, Mr. Rowe?
Roy: I'm feeling fine doc... I don't even see why I need this stinkin' examinaiton...
Doctor: Well, as you know, Roy, you suffered some pretty nasty head trauma.
Roy: Yeah, I think I'd know... It did happen to me afterall...
Doctor: Let's have a look, shall we?The doctor places the clipboard down as he removes the bandages from Roy's head. He feels around, inspecting it as best as he can. He then pulls tiny flashlight from his coat pocket, shining into Roy's eyes. As the doctor pokes and prods at Roy's head, he flinches in pain. The doctor then picks up the clipboard and begins to write things down. Roy tries to sneak a peak, but the doctor steps back.Doctor: Mr. Rowe, I'm sorry to inform you, but I can't clear you to compete tonight...
Roy: What? Are you serious?!?
Doctor: I'm afraid so. You seem to still be experiencing a great amount of pain whenever I touch your head. And I'm afraid if you go out there and compete tonight, you may end up in worse shape that you already are.
Roy: This is rediculous! There is no way I'm not competing tonight! Injured or not, Roy Rowe doesn't back down from a fight!Roy hops off the table, pushing the doctor out of the way, knocking the clipboard to the floor. As the camera zooms in on the clipboard, we see a word that has been circled..."Severe Head Trauma" The camera switches to the interview set where Johnny Magnum stands with the Grish. Grish holds a mic up to Magnum’s face, and begins to speak.Grisham: Johnny Magnum, we are moments away from your Custom Title shot against Shane Whelan. What are your thoughts?
Magnum: It’s quite simple Todd. I am the fastest rising superstar…. in this business. And by beating Shane for his Custom Title, just a week since he won it, it will solidify my place at the top.
Grisham: What do you think your chances are tonight?
Magnum: What type of a question is that Todd? I only have one more thing to say to Whelan. Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight.Magnum motions a gunshot with his hand towards the camera as he walks off the set, and we cut into commercial break. vs. "Insane" Shane Whelan vs. Johnny Magnum(Custom Championship!)“Almost Easy” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over the sound system. The lights slightly dim, a single spotlight shining upon the stage. Through the curtain Shane Whelan steps out. He looks from left to right, looking on at the thousands upon thousands of fans, some cheer and some booing. Whelan slowly makes his way down the ramp, cocky as ever. He slaps hands with a few lucky ladies who seem to be in love with him. He quickly runs up the steps, entering the ring. Whelan runs to the corner, climbing to the middle rope. He looks around at the sea of fans, showing them his Custom Championship. He then points to his tattoo, smiling. As Whelan climbs down, he unstraps his title belt, and hands it to the ref.
“Remedy” by Seether begins playing, signaling the arrival of Johnny Magnum. Magnum steps out onto the stage, and fake fires a pistol at the crowd, to which they laugh. Johnny runs down the ramp and slides in, ready for his match with Shane. The ref separates the two, and calls for the bell!“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Magnum and Whelan lock up, with Shane having the obvious strength advantage. Whelan pushes Magnum to the mat, but Johnny gets back up, and fires at Shane with a flurry of punches, causing the big man to stumble backwards into the corner. Shane pushes Johnny off, then nearly takes his head off with a clothesline! Magnum falls to the mat hard as Shane begins to stomp away at his challenger. Whelan picks Johnny up, and kicks him hard in the stomach. Shane lifts him up in the air, then drops him down with a Suplex! Shane covers!“1….2…..”Kickout by Johnny! Shane picks Magnum up by the head, and whips him across the ring. Johnny comes flying back with a forearm, knocking the Custom Champion off of his feet. Magnum gets back up, and drops a leg over Shane’s throat. Johnny picks himself up, and grabs the top rope of the turnbuckle. Magnum hops up, but Shane grabs him from behind, and pulls his legs out, causing Magnum to drive his face right into the top turnbuckle. Shane grabs Magnum’s leg, and drags him out into the center of the ring. The “InShaneiak” grabs Johnny’s leg, and stomps the knee over and over, before lifting it up, then slamming it down powerfully onto the mat. Whelan picks Johnny up, and grabs the back of his neck. Shane simply drops down, driving him to the mat with a neckbreaker! Whelan rolls over and hooks the leg.“1…..2….”Magnum gets the shoulder up. Shane seems frustrated, so he mounts Magnum and begins pummeling him. Johnny comes back with an eye poke, and pushes Whelan off of him. Johnny sits up, and drives his foot into Shane’s face with force, knocking the Custom Champion to his back. Magnum springs onto the middle rope, and grabs the top, then splashes onto Magnum, driving all 220 pounds of him onto Whelan’s chest! Johnny hooks the leg!“1….2….”Shane kicks out at 2! Magnum starts kicking Shane, boot by boot, until Whelan falls down to the mat. Johnny wraps his leg around the champs, and then puts on a leg lock! Shane begins fighting out of it, and knocks Magnum off of his leg. Whelan gets to his feet, and whips Johnny across the ring. Magnum comes flying back with a crossbody which knocks Shane to his feet, but Whelan rolls through, and stands up with Johnny still in his arms. Whelan goes for a powerslam, but Magnum rolls over his head, and spins him around. Johnny hooks the head, and goes for the Gun Shot, but Shane pushes him off into the ropes, and picks him up onto his shoulders. Whelan spins him around, Insane Pain! Whelan quickly drops down, and hooks the leg. “1…2….3!”
Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL CUSTOM CHAMPION, SHANE WHELAN!As Whelan's music blares through the arena, several people make their way down the ramp, carrying what looks to be a thrown. Another carries a long, black, leather bag. Shane's music slowly fades away as the thrown is set up in the ring. He takes his place in the thrown, as he is handed a microphone.Whelan: I sit before you all, your king. And all of you my court. As you all know, I made a promise to everyone. I promised that at Behind Bars I would walk out the NEW Custom Champion... And did I keep true to that? Indeed, I did. I sit before you, NEW Custom Champion. So... With that said, let me reveal to you all... My Custom Championship, renamed. It is no longer the American Dragon Championship, but the Wildwood Crest Championship!Whelan stands up, unzipping the long, black bag. He pulls it out, the brand new Wildwood Crest Championship! He holds the title up for all to see, showing off all of its glory. As he straps the belt around his waist, his crowning is suddenly interrupted!
"What Kammy Wants, Kammy Gets" suddenly blares through the arena. Shane turns around, slightly confused. Kammy quickly makes her way to the ring, strutting her stuff. She quickly enters the ring, taking a microphone. She stands before Shane, a smile upon her face.Kammy: Really cute, Shane. Naming your new Custom Championship after OUR hometown... Shane, Wildwood isn't just familiar to you... It's quite familiar to me... And Shane, knowing that... I WANT that belt! It will go quite good with this ring.Kammy lifts her hand, revealing a beautiful engagement ring that Raven gave her.Shanw: Alright, alright... You want this belt, Kammy? I'll give you your chance... March twenty-third... Unbreakable!
Kammy: Smart choice, Shane. But remember one thing... What Kammy wants... Kammy gets!Both Kammy and Shane stand face to face as we quickly cut to commercial break.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
We cut back to the announce booth where Joey Styles and Austin Owens sit. Styles: If you’ve been following our show for the past few weeks, you would’ve known that Sam X had been looking for the attacker who assaulted Joey Phenomenal, and took him out.
Owens: And after retaining his Intercontinental Title against Roy in a hellacious I Quit Match, he told us.
Styles: Let’s take you back to Behind Bars.The camera shows the video.The fans break into cheers as X rolls into the ring, and is handed the IC Title. Sam drops that, and rolls back out of the ring, and picks the unconscious Roy up. He slides into the ring with Roy and demands the microphone. Sam leans Roy in the corner, one hand supporting him as the other brings the mic up to his face.
Sam: Roy…..it is time for you to confess. It is time you paid for your sins! It is time you admit the truth.
Roy offers no reaction, as he is unconscious.
Sam: SAY IT ROY! Don’t make me drive your head into the stairs again!
The ref begs for Sam to stop, but X brings the microphone down onto his head. The fans look on in shock. X looks at Roy, who is completely out of it. Sam simply discards him by face planting him onto the mat.
Sam: I don’t need him to admit, because all along, I knew who took out Joey Phenomenal. And that man’s name is….
The fans wait in anticipation, eager to find the culprit.
Sam: SAM X!
The fans begin booing, realizing what has happened.
Sam: I wonder what jaded all of your visions. How was it not obvious? Why Sam X why? I’ll tell you why. When Joey helped me when the title at Cyber Madness, it was the most embarrassing moment of my career. Never have I relied on him to get me wins. I saw my run back in the summer, and knew what needed to be done. I took Joey out.
The fans boo even louder, as their hero has become the villain.
Sam: Joey Phenomenal….is EXTINCT!
Sam: The New Phenomenon….is EXTINCT!
Sam: And most importantly….Sam X……has EVOLVED!” |
Sam is seen walking through the back, IC Title slung over his shoulder, with a large smirk on his face. The fans boo wildly at him.Styles (VO): Sam X has a few words when we return!We cut to commercial. “Line in The Sand” begins playing over the arena, heralded by the blast of a trumpet. As the music picks up, Sam X steps onto the stage, donned in a black sports jacket, blue dress shirt, and black dress pants. The IC Title is slung over his shoulder, and is met by a frenzy of boos. Sam simply bows, sarcastically, and begins strutting down the ramp, ignoring the waves of jeers and boos being thrown at him. X steps up the stairs, and ducks into the ring. Sam climbs up the turnbuckle, and raises the IC Title above his head, as the boos are continually louder. Sam hops off the turnbuckle as the music comes to an end, and the lights die down to normal. Sam is handed a microphone, and lifts it up to speak, despite the drowning boos.Sam: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, your Intercontinental Champion, SAM X!Sam smiles and lifts the title up in the air, drawing in more boos.Sam: Last Sunday at Behind Bars, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I retained MY Intercontinental Title against that half assed cowboy, Roy. You see, for weeks and weeks, I led you all on to believe that he attacked Joey. And for weeks and weeks, you believed it, with no sign of doubt in Sam X. But as you all didn’t know, it was me who took Joey out of commission. It was me who evolved, and it is now Joey, and all that was left of the New Phenomenon that is extinct. I stand before you today a herald of evolution, a change that I am single-handedly bringing to Saturday Night’s Main Event. I don’t care if your name is Roy Rowe, I don’t care if your name is Joey Phenomenal, hell I don’t give a damn if your name is Kurt Angle! Nobody is safe from extinction, all save one man. Sam X! A clapping noise is heard on the titantron as we look at an overhead view of that and the ring. Paul Heyman’s face is seen on the screen, smiling devilishly at Sam.Heyman: Sam, well done my friend. You took an idea that was hardcore, but you made it….extreme. I congratulate you my friend. That Intercontinental Title looks good around your shoulder, but I will be damned if you aren’t a fighting champion.
Sam: You know me as nothing less Heyman, all that have opposed me have fallen before my feet.Heyman: Well Sam, your next title defense will be at our next pay per view, Unbreakable, which is properly titled. You see, I had a couple matches in mind, and then thought of you, and your past. So you see Sam, I have combined two matches that you are all so familiar with, especially when you teamed with Joey, in back what I call the “glory days” of the New Phenomenon. What they are, I will leave a secret, but deep down inside Sam, you know what they are. Oh, and just in case you don’t figure them out, next week I will announce it. The screen goes black as we cut back down to Sam who stands in the ring, a puzzled look upon his face. We cut to a commercial break. vs. "Legend Killer" Randy Orton vs. "Nature Boy" Ric FlairAs we come back from commercial, we see the legendary Ric Flair standing in the ring, waiting for Randy Orton.
“Burn In My Light” begins to rumble over the arena as Orton himself strides through the curtain. Randy stands atop the ramp, and outspreads his arms. Orton lowers them and walks down to the ring, before sliding in and facing Flair. Both men stare at each other, and the bell is rung!“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Orton charges Flair, and beats him to the floor with a flurry of fists. Taking little time, Orton boots him in the head multiple times, before relenting, and look at Flair with a cold look in his eyes. Randy picks Flair up, and kicks him in the stomach. Orton flips him up onto his shoulder, then drops him behind, slamming him with a neckbreaker! Flair is lying on the mat as Orton begins to stalk him. Randy slides across the mat like a serpent ready to strike, waiting for Flair to get up. Ric stumbles to his feet, and Randy strikes. Orton leaps up into the air, grabbing Flair’s head with his right arm, and slamming him face first onto the mat with the RKO! Orton rolls over and hooks the leg!“1…..2…..3!”“Burn in My Light plays as Randy stands up in the center of the ring, no sign of remorse on his face for Ric. The ref raises his hand.Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, RANDY ORTON!We cut to commercial.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 16:47:44 GMT -5
As we return from commercials, Randy Orton is seen walking backstage, pleased with his win over Ric Flair. Orton mocks "The Nature Boy", but he is quickly cut off. "The Promise" Antonio Thomas stands in Orton's way, cutting him off from the rest of the hall.Promise: Proud of that, huh?
Orton: What are talking about?
Promise: Does it please you to go out there and beat a helpless old man? Huh? Does it?
Orton: Listen, kid, I don't know where the hell you get off fetting in my face, but you better back off before you end up like that old man!
Promise: Oh yeah? What? Did Heyman send you out there to do his dirty work? Is that it?
Orton: Listen, kid, I don't have time for punks like you, so get the hell out of my way.Orton shoves past Promise, leaving him there. Promise stands there, his back turned to Orton. Orton stops dead in his tracks looking over his shoulder, an evil grin smeared across his face. Orton suddenly runs at Promise, kicking him in the back of the knee! Promise quickly goes down to one knee, falling very awkwardly. Orton begins to stomp away, drilling Promise in the head with brutal kicks. He then takes hold of Promise's knee, dragging him down the hall. He places his leg in the doorway and grabs hold of the door.Orton: You want to stick your nose in my business anymore? Huh? Do you?!?Orton slams the door on Promise's knee. Promise screams in pain. Security come rushing to the scene, grabbing hold of Orton. They pull him away, getting him away from Promise. Orton quickly cooperates with them, quitting the struggle. He then takes off... Stomping Promise's head right into the concrete wall! More and more security rush the scene, forming a circle around Orton. Medics rush to Promise, quickly giving him their help. As Orton is backed away, he simply snickers, laughing at the fact that Promise could be seriously injured. Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel:Special Guest: Jake "The Snake" Roberts!We cut back to the ring, where Chris Jericho stands, in the middle of the Highlite Reel set. Jericho holds a mic.Jericho: WELCOME….TO THE HIGHLITE REEL!The fans cheer out of respect.Jericho: Tonight, I have a very special guest, so without any further adieu, ladies and gents, JAKE "THE SNAKE" ROBERTS! ‘Snake Bit” plays over the arena as Roberts comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. Jake walks down to the ring, where he hobbles up the steps, and into the ring. Y2J hands him a mic.Jericho: Thank you for being on the show Jake. It’s an honor to have you.
Roberts: I’m sure it is.
Jericho: How do you feel, man? I haven’t seen you in a while.
Roberts: I’m fine Chris, but as for yourself, I don’t think it’s the same way.
Jericho: What do you mean?
Roberts: Look at you kid, you’re broken, defeated, hell you’re half the man you used to be. Where is the Chris Jericho from last year? Where is the Lionheart?
Jericho: I have it in me sir, but…
Roberts: No buts! Compared to your former self, you suck, Jericho. It’s a disgrace to the name you made for yourself in NHBWO.Chris’s visage is pure anger and frustration.Jericho: I’ve done more with my career then you’ve ever done with yours, old man!
Roberts: If we’re breaking out the insults, let’s be creative, assclown. I’d take you to school.Chris smirks, and drops the mic. Jericho swings, and goes for a punch, but Roberts ducks, and kicks Chris in the gut. Jake goes for the DDT, but Jericho spins out of it, and flies out of the ring. Y2J hightails it up the ramp, his face angry as all hell. Jake smirks at this, and motions for him to bring it. We cut to commercial break with the image of Jericho’s furious face. vs. Roy Rowe vs. "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles“I Am” begins playing over the arena sound system, as sparks rain down like a waterfall onto the stage. A hooded AJ Styles stands front and center, showering in sparks, with his hood covering his entire face. The sparks come to a sudden halt, as AJ lifts his hand, grasping the leather covering his face. With a quick jolt of the arm, AJ pulls back, ripping the hood from his head, a smile stretched wide across his face. He points at himself quickly, slapping his chest arrogantly. Styles begins his venture down the ramp, to a sea of mixed emotion. He leaps up onto the apron, and steps into the ring, his arms outstretched in a confident manner. The smirk on his face, however, is quickly wiped off, by the sound of his opponents music.
“Headstrong” by Trapt pours over the speakers, as “The Revolution” Roy Rowe slowly walks onto the stage. Joining his usual Coat and Hat, he wears a white bandage on his forehead, and the heavy burden of concussion. Roy takes his time walking down the ramp, sending a cold stare at AJ, while stopping every couple of steps, due to his injury. He walks up the steel steps intently, slowly bending down to enter the ring. Proceeding to take off his coat, and his trademarked Cowboy Hat, AJ runs and leaps through the air, landing hard with a full forced elbow shot to Roy’s head, thus beginning the match."Ding, Ding, Ding!"The Revolution stumbles backwards from the hard shot, falling into the corner. AJ continues his onslaught with hard rights and lefts, followed by hard elbow shots. AJ stops his assault, and leans Roy back. He pulls his hand back as far as he can, and throws it back forward. His intent to slap Roy’s chest is thwarted, as Roy swiftly ducks. He delivers a European Uppercut, sending AJ to the mat. Roy, stumbles back a bit himself, holding his head. The Revolution walks towards AJ, ready to grab his head. But instead, is met by a prepared Styles, who grabs Roy’s tights, and pulls back, sending Roy face first through the middle and top rope, to the outside.
AJ, who is now back on his feet, races across the ring. He comes flying back, and jumps onto the top rope, balancing himself. He hits a perfect backflip, sending himself crashing onto Roy gracefully, with a Shooting Styles Splash. The crowd chants intensely, as AJ makes his way back to his feet. He picks Roy up by his hair, and drags him over to the steel steps. Roy sends some stiff shots into the mid section of AJ, but to no effect, as AJ simply slams Roy’s head down hard. Roy’s head meeting steel makes a loud thud, as AJ’s smirk returns to his scruffy face.
AJ lifts Roy’s head once more, with the intentions of splitting his cut wide open on the steps, but is fought off by Rowe. Roy elbows AJ in the gut three times, before grabbing his head, and tossing him with full force, up the steps and into the turn post. AJ falls limp, and simply slides down the pole and off of the steps, onto the ground. Roy holds his head, as he stumbles towards AJ, picking him up, and rolling him back into the ring.
Roy gets onto the apron, attempting to step into the ring. Instead, AJ leaps to his feet, and jumps backwards, nailing Roy in his head with a picture perfect Pelee! Roy falls forward, his upper body resting on the ropes. AJ grabs a hold of Roy’s head, and drills him down hard, nailing a spike DDT from the ropes. AJ goes for the pin. "One! Two! Thr- Roy kicks out!"AJ cant believe it, as he begins to stand up, pulling at his own hair. He drags Roy by his feet, over to the corner, and begins to ascend the turn post. On top, AJ taunts the crowd, getting a major reaction. Styles leaps through the air gracefully, hitting a back flip in mid air, going for a Shooting Star Splash! But Roy moves! AJ crash lands, as Roy quickly takes advantage. "One! Two! AJ kicks out at the last second!"Roy staggers to his feet, the effects of his concussion shining bright. The Revolution picks AJ up, and sends him to the ropes. AJ bounces back, and Roy lifts him up and over his head, hitting a high angle back drop. But AJ lands on his feet! Styles jumps...Enziguri! Roy stumbles around, trying not to fall to his feet. AJ exits through the ropes, and stands on the apron. Styles leaps up, springboarding off of the rope, and flies across the ring, nailing Roy hard with a stiff Superman Punch.
Roy still doesn’t go down, but AJ does not let up. AJ bends Roy down, putting his head between his thighs. Styles throws his arms out, as a smirk befalls his face, signaling for the Styles Clash. He lifts Roy up, but Roy falls back down, and throws AJ right over his head! The crowd goes wild for this awesome match, as Roy begins to feed off of the energy. Roy picks AJ up, and drags him over to the ropes. He begins to chop hard at his chest, turning it red. Roy goes for a hard clothesline, but AJ ducks! AJ runs across the ring, then runs back, but is thrown in the air by Roy! AJ goes up and over the rope, but lands athletically on his feet, on the apron! AJ springboards once again, ready to throw Roy with a Hurricanrana, but Roy reverses! Roy catches AJ in mid air, and slams him down hard with a powerbomb, letting all of his body weight rest on AJ. "One! Two! Three!"Roy wins! Roy wins! Both men jump to their feet, and AJ is irate. Roy drops to his back, and rolls out of the ring, holding his head with a smile on his face. "Headstrong" blares over the speakers, as AJ holds his back and stares on, yelling at Roy. Roy stands at the top of the ramp and holds his arms in the air, celebrating his hard fought victory.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 16:49:14 GMT -5
We quickly cut backstage, where Jeremy Borash is standing by with none other than Mr. Kennedy.Borash: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, I'm standing by with none other than Mister Kennedy, the man who made his return at Behind Bars as the Prison Guard! Now Kennedy, what brought about this whole Prison Guard thing?
Kennedy: JB, it's quite simple... The people of Saturday Night's Main Event were just not ready for the return of Miiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr Keeeeeeennnnnneeeeeeeeeeddddddddyyyyyyy!
............KENNEDY!
Borash: Okay....
Kennedy: So Jeremy, I had to disguise myself. I had to make a new persona and hide my indentity to everyone. But you see, Jeremy, that all got ruined. See, when I got into that Prison Break match, the Inmates knew it was over. They knew that within a matter of minutes the Guards would be claimed the winners. But what happened? Brock ripped my helmet off, revealing me to everyone. He got me out of my groove and through me off. And ya' see, the Inmates won. But be sure... They may have won... But they did not defeat us. Who was it still standing in the ring? Who was standing tall? The Guards!
And you see, this brings me to tonight. Because tonight I'm not just in a match with some random person, no. I'm in a match with someone who was on the Inmates' team, John Morrison. Morrison, you thought you escaped my wrath last Sunday? Well kid, you ain't seen nothing yet! I'm back in the main event, baby. And I'm better than ever. And as I stand over you at the end of this match you will hear my named yelled loudly, VERY LOUDLY!Kennedy, pumped for his match quickly walks off, ready to make his way to the ring. John Morrison slowly walks up, snatching the microphone from Borash.Morrison: I'm sure you people enjoyed that, huh? I'm sure you love that fact that your precious Mister Kennedy is back in SNME. But, don't be glad for too long. Because you see, tonight John Morrison will show the world... That I have what it takes to make it to the top. I have what it takes to be World Heavyweight Champion. So Kennedy... Scream your name all you want. All that matters is, that after I'm done with you, my name will be announced as the WINNER!Morrison shoves the microphone into Borash's chest and quickly walks off. vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. John MorrisonAs we cut to the ring, "Turn Up The Trouble" suddenly blares through the arena. Getting more cheers than usual, Mr. Kennedy snatches through the curtain, looking more pumped than ever. Kennedy looks around him, taking in the cheers from the crowd. He quickly makes his way to the ring, pulling off his shirt. He slides in, running to the corner. Kennedy stands on the middle rope, pointing to the fans and letting them know that he is back and better than ever.
"Shut Me Up" by Mindless Self Indulgence suddenly blares through the arena, cutting off Kennedy's music. As Kennedy stands in the ring, John Morrison makes his way through the curtain. The wind blows, causing his feathered hair to blow in the breeze behind him. Morrison poses on the stage, his coat flapping behind him. As the fans boo him, he quickly makes his way down the ramp, He pulls his sunglasses off, along with his coat. He quickly tuns up the stairs, entering the ring. Morrison pulls off his chain, tossing it with the rest of his gear. The referee quickly signals for the bell as both men begin to cirlce one another..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Morrison and Kennedy quickly lock up, pushing and shoving. Neither man can shove the other. They quickly break the hold, backing away to their respective corners. Morrison pops his neck as Kennedy pops his knuckles. Kennedy gets the going, getting them clapping. Feeling the rhythym, Kennedy moves forwards, locking up with Morrison once more. They push and shove, testing one another's strengths. Kennedy breaks it, taking hold of Morrison's arm. He twists it around him, locking in a hammer lock. Morrison writhes in pain, as Kennedy rings his arm. Morrison quickly spins out, sweeping Kennedy's legs out from under him. Kennedy quickly gets to his feet, smiling. He nods at Morrison, letting him know that he isn't in this to play around. And they lock up! Kennedy overpowers Morrison, locking him in a side headlock. Kennedy squeezes, applying more and more pressure. Morrison pushes him against the ropes, shoving him off. Kennedy comes back. Both men, hit shoulders - neither one budging. They quickly hit the ropes again. Kennedy goes for a clothesline... Morrison ducks! They hit the ropes once more... Morrison leaps... Spinning heel kick! Kennedy goes down as Morrison dives over him for a quick cover..."One! Two! Kickout!"Kennedy gets the shoulder up with force. Morrison quickly gets up, pulling Kennedy to his feet. He whips Kennedy into the ropes... Morrison goes for a sidekick! Kennedy ducks, catching Morrison onto his shoulders... Samoan drop! Morrison hits the mat hard, holding his back. Kennedy gets to his feet and hits the ropes... Leg drop! Kennedy quickly gets up, pulling Morrison up. He whips him into the corner. As Morrison crashes backfirst into the corner, Kennedy charges at him... Clothesline! Morrison sinks to the bottom turnbuckle, simply sitting there. Kennedy backs away, taking aim. He takes off... Running Face Wash! Kennedy slowly paces the ring, getting the crowd into the match. Kennedy grabs hold of Morrison's feet, lifting him into the air. Morrison grabs the top rope, held in the air. Kennedy yanks him off... Morrison wraps his legs around Kennedy's head... Hurricanrana! Morrison jumps up. He runs up the turnbuckles... Corckscrew Moonsault! Morrison covers him..."One! Two! Thr-Kickout!"Kennedy manages to get his foot on the ropes. Morrison, angered, slams his hands on the mat. He quickly gets up, pulling Kennedy to his knees. Morrison backs away. He runs ar Kennedy, getting his boot up! Kennedy ducks, rolling Morrions up!"One! Two! Thre-Kickout!"Morrison kicks out, rolling to his feet. Kennedy throws a fury of punches, but Morrison blocks them all. Morrison nails Kennedy in the gut. He backs away and runs at him... Step-up enzuigiri! Kennedy falls back, laying flat on the mat. Morrison steps through the ropes, getting on the apron. He takes hold of the top rope, using it as a catapult... Springboard elbowdrop! Morrison backs away from Kennedy, he then goes at him, spinning on his hands... Breakdance legdrop! Morrison slowly gets to his feet, looking around at the booing crowd. Morrison quickly begins to stomp away at Kennedy, wearing him down. He then proceeds to climb to the top rope. Morrison looks down. He then leaps off... Corckscrew Moonsau-NO! Kennedy moves! Kennedy moves! Kennedy slowly rolls to the ropes, pulling himself to his feet. He quickly catches his breath and pulls Morrison up. He hooks his head, planting him with a stiff DDT! Kennedy positions Morrison in front of the turnbuckle and quickly climbs to the top. He looks around, crowd going wild. Kennedy leaps off... Kenton Bomb! He gets the cover..."One! Two!
Thre-NO!!!"Digging deep, Morrison kicks out. Kennedy runs his hands through his hair completely shocked. He paces the ring, thinking of what to do. Morrison slowly crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up. Kennedy begins to stalk him, ready to finish him off. Morrison slowly stumbles around... Mic Check! Kennedy lays over him, hooking the leg..."One... Two..."Kennedy pulls Morrison's shoulders up, stopping the count. He then gets to his feet, pulling Morrison up too. He lifts Morrison up onto his shoulders, heading for the corner. Kennedy begins to climb, Morrison balanced perfectly on his shoulders. As Kennedy reaches the middle rope, the crowd begins to boo. Brock Lesnar makes his way down the ramp, Prison Guard's helmet in hand. Kennedy tosses Morrison off his shoulder. He then jumps down. Brock leaps up onto the apron. Kennedy gets right in his face, talking all kinds of smack. The referee quickly gets between them, telling Brock to leave. Lesnar tosses the helmet into the ring to Morrison. Morrison slowly gets up. Kennedy turns around... Bam! Morrison nails him over the head with the helmet. Morrison tosses the helmet out. Brock leaps off the arpon. The referee turns around... Corkscrew Neckbreaker! As Kennedy lays motionless, Morrison covers him..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... "The Guru of Greatness", John Morrison!Morrison's music blares through the arena. The referee raises his hand in victory. Brock quickly gets into the ring. Brock looks down at Kennedy, yelling God knows what at him. He then points to Morrison, raising his hand. As Brock turns away, Kennedy rolls to his feet... Low blow! Brock staggers around... Mic Check! Morrison goes after Kennedy, but he somehow manages to escape. Kennedy make shis way up the ramp, yelling. He points to Morrison, pissed that he cheated to win. As Brock slowly gets up, a sick smile rolls across his face. He looks at Kennedy, letting him know that next week he is dead.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 17:32:04 GMT -5
The lights are dim, almost black. A faint, red light shines down into the ring, serving as a spotlight. In the center of this light, stands two men. Both are donned in long robes, and tag team titles. The Prophecy stands firm...stands tall, as your new World Tag Team Champions. Both men have mics in hand, but only Aries speaks.Aries: At Behind Bars, The Prophecy finally came full circle. We did as we promised once again, when we utterly dismantled the Machine Guns. We left Alex Shelley in a pool of his own blood, and Chris Sabin, collapsed on the outside, in a limp pile. So now, The Fallen Angel and I stand before you, without peers. We are the champions, of a dead division. There is not a single team in the back, that could withstand our wrath.The arena goes pitch black, as if the light were sucked from it. Alter Bridge's "White Knuckles" calls upon him... A blinding white light suddenly shines thorugh the tunnel, casting the silhouette of a man upon the stage. He slowly walks, making his way through the tunnel. He stands there... Proclaiming to the world that he is here. "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels slowly makes his way down the ramp, no looks of turning back. He quickly rolls under the bottom rope, snatching the microphone from Aries.T. Daniels: Dead division, huh? Is that supposed to make you two proud? Carrying titles that no one else back there wants... Well, I hate to break it to you, fellas, but there is someone who wants those belts... Me!The Fallen Angel decides to chime in, as he draws his mic to his lips.C. Daniels: It seems to me, that these titles are a two man deal. And I don't see anyone with you. So how do you expect to take the title from The Prophecy, alone?Thomas slowly paces the ring, thinking. An idea bursts through his mind. He stops, looking the Fallen Angel right in the eyes.T. Daniels: You need not worry about who I have standing beside me. All you need to do is simply show up on the correct date and time. And that, my friend, is the twenty-third of March, Unbreakable!Austin grabs the mic from his partner, and holds it steady at his lips. Aries leans forward, getting directly in the face of The Proclamation. He stares hard. He stares cold.Aries: Tommy Daniels...you got yourself a date. You bring whoever you like. It could be some nobody from another promotion, it could be Kurt Angle, hell, it could be Jesus Christ himself. But you make sure they're ready. And you make sure you're ready. Because when you face The Prophecy, there is no remorse. There is no room for mistakes. And no Proclamation of Truth, can save you, from our wrath.Aries hands the mic back over to Christopher Daniels, who draw it to his mouth once more.C. Daniels: And that is the gospel, according to The Fallen Angel.Thomas stands tall, staring down both Aries and Daniels, as we cut to commercial break. In a corner of the arena parking garage, a cult stands. They bear hoods over their heads and surround a limousine. On top of the limousine ‘The Raven’ Scott Levy stands tall in a beautiful tuxedo and sporting a magnificent top hat. Sitting neat the back on the stretch is Kammy and standing behind Scott is his son, Nick Martel. Scott looks down at his cult with abhorrence.Levy: Who is going to save professional wrestling? Who is going to defeat Kurt Angle at Unbreakable? Who is going to infect SNME with a plaque of destruction that is incomparable to anything we have ever seen in the world? I am. Within a month’s time, SNME will be frozen over along with hell as I claim the top of the pro wrestling mountain again for a third time. I am going to reclaim what is mine and that is the Undisputed Heavyweight Championship. Kurt, enjoy warming the title for me, as tonight Martel will pin you in the center of the ring and soon, you will face the Even Flow. Kurt, I am perfection and I see your flaws. You are wearing down, but recall one thing; rust never sleeps; quote the raven, nevermore! Scott Levy poses in the crucifix as Martel hops down and heads towards the ring. Main Event:vs. Kurt Angle vs. "Sick" Nick Martel(Watch as Angle takes on Raven's son!)Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event for the evening!"Choke" by Kazy suddenly blares through the arena as darkness falls upon us. Lights shine through the tunnel as Scott Levy's son, Nick Martel makes his way onto the stage. He stand alone. No father. No family. Martel slowly makes his way down the ramp...Finkel: First, making his way to the ring... He is the son od Scott Levy... He is Nick Martel!Nick quickly rolls into the ring, taking his place in his corner. He simply stands there, almost as if he were lonely.
"My Quest" suddenly blasta through the arena. Red, white, and blue lights shine upon the stage, as the crowd goes wild. Rising up from the stage, Kurt Angle stands, American Flag draped over his shoulders. World Heavyweight Championship fastened around his waste. He suddenly rears back, tossing the flag from his shoulders. Fireworks explode behind him in the shape of an "A". As the smoke clears, Angle bounces upon the stage, prepared to take Martel apart.Finkel: And the opponent... He hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... He stands at five feet and ten inches and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-one pounds... He is the ONLY Olympic Gold Medalist in the history of Professional Wrestling and he is the current Heavyweight Champion of the World! Ladies and gentlemen... Kuuuuuuuurrrrrt Angle!Angle slowly makes his way down the ramp. He slaps the fans of a few youngsters, making their dreams come true to high-five their hero. He quickly runs up the steps, unfastening his title. Angle enters the ring, intensity flowing thorugh him. He hands the World Heavyweight Championship to the referee and fixes his mouth piece. As his music fades away, a buzz fills the arena and the bell sounds!"Ding, Ding, Ding!"Kurt Angle stares down at Nick Martel as if he is indeed just a little boy. Martel charges at him, Angle slides over and he crashes into the ring corner. Angle sneaks up behind him and nails a belly-to-back supplex. Angle sits on the back of Martel and nails huge forearm shots to the back of his head. Angle picks him up and nails a vertical supplex!
Kurt follows up by locking in a leg lock, but Martel grabs the ropes. Angle releases the hold instantly, but as he gets up kicks Martel in the back of the head. Nick is slow getting to his feet and Angle nails a dropkick causing him to fall to the outside.
Angle snatches him up and tosses him into the ring steps. He than chops him and picks him up and starts running, launching him into the guardrail. Angle removes the straps off his singlet and removes one of the pads, revealing hard concrete. He picks Martel up and nails a vicious Angle Slam on the cement floor.
Martel screams echo throughout the arena and the crowds grow silent. On stage, Scott Levy appears with a Singapore Cane. Kurt looks on and grabs his son by the hair tossing him into the ring. Angle keeps his eyes on Scott as he punches Martel in the head. Nick falls to the mat, but Angle picks him back up and nails another huge Angle Slam. Angle falls to the mat and snatches his leg…“One! Two!” Angle lifts Martel’s shoulder up, breaking the count.Austin Owens: Angle has turned into a vicious monster. Angle picks Nick up and slams him in the corner and delivers stiff elbows to the face. He follows up with a belly-to-belly supplex and follows up by stomping a hole in the back of Martel’s head.
Angle taunts for him to stand up and when he does he drops him with a snapmare take down. Angle follows up by dropping a knee on the shoulder on Martel, causing him once again to scream in pain.
Angle picks Martel up and shockingly Nick takes a swing at Angle. He misses completely and another Angle Slam is given to Nick. Angle than locks in the Ankle Lock and Martel taps within seconds. Howard Finkel: The winner of the match... By submission... Kuuuuuurt Angle!Kurt refuses to let go of the Ankle Lock, as he calls Scott Levy out to ringside. Scott slowly struts down the entrance ramp and Angle releases the hold. Scott slides into the ring Singapore Cane in hand and gets face to face with Angle. The two exchange words and Scott starts to step back. He drops the cane and drops out of the ring, walking backwards up the entrance ramp. The rest of The Flock is now at the top of the entrance ramp as Scott Levy and Kurt Angle stand off.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 4, 2008 19:10:48 GMT -5
RATE! RATE! RATE! RATE! RATE! RATE!!!!!!!!
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Post by thekillawhale on Mar 5, 2008 0:25:30 GMT -5
i really liked the show but...my finisher still isnt right (to HBK) i thought i PM'd you the description or at least spoke about it online? ?? whatever...it's definitely not anything involving lifting onto shoulders though, its more like the TestDrive but slightly modified. but i really liked the segment between Kammy and I...it was short and sweet, very nice.
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Post by Mr. Kennedy on Mar 5, 2008 2:02:22 GMT -5
Great show guys, everyone who had a hand in it. Every week you guys put out quality matches. Although this week it seemed to be a little rushed in the match quality, but nothing dramatic.
I give it a 4/5
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Post by Kammy on Mar 5, 2008 12:46:38 GMT -5
Kammy: Really cute, Shane. Naming your new Custom Championship after OUR hometown... Shane, Wildwood isn't just familiar to you... It's quite familiar to me... And Shane, knowing that... I WANT that belt! It will go quite good with this ring.
Haha, thats funny, I've never been to Wildwood!
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Post by Donal McQuillan on Mar 5, 2008 13:00:00 GMT -5
I thought it was great show, i particullarly liked the Kammy and Shane segment. great quailty writing as usual
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Post by jstar on Mar 5, 2008 15:55:43 GMT -5
Wildwood is in Jersey correct, I went to a resort there nice place!
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 5, 2008 16:11:09 GMT -5
i really liked the show but...my finisher still isnt right (to HBK) i thought i PM'd you the description or at least spoke about it online? ?? whatever...it's definitely not anything involving lifting onto shoulders though, its more like the TestDrive but slightly modified. but i really liked the segment between Kammy and I...it was short and sweet, very nice. I didn't write your match this week.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 5, 2008 16:11:53 GMT -5
Kammy: Really cute, Shane. Naming your new Custom Championship after OUR hometown... Shane, Wildwood isn't just familiar to you... It's quite familiar to me... And Shane, knowing that... I WANT that belt! It will go quite good with this ring. Haha, thats funny, I've never been to Wildwood! Sorry, Kammy. I though both you and Shane were from the same place.
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Post by Kammy on Mar 5, 2008 18:55:22 GMT -5
Kammy: Really cute, Shane. Naming your new Custom Championship after OUR hometown... Shane, Wildwood isn't just familiar to you... It's quite familiar to me... And Shane, knowing that... I WANT that belt! It will go quite good with this ring. Haha, thats funny, I've never been to Wildwood! Sorry, Kammy. I though both you and Shane were from the same place. We are, but he's not really from Wildwood. He's just a liar.
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Post by thekillawhale on Mar 6, 2008 1:07:02 GMT -5
The real Shane is not from Wildwood...my character is. C'mon, you're smarter than that lol
Oh also...in case anybody wanted to know what donal mcquillan said in his post...
original: "it thought it was great show like the kammy and shane segment. great quilty wriynig"
translation: "I thought it was a great show, especially the segment between kammy and shane. Great quality writing."
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Post by The Roy on Mar 6, 2008 1:17:12 GMT -5
How come you translate his stuff, I think that's the second time I've seen you do that. Do you know him in real life?
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Post by Kammy on Mar 6, 2008 1:22:22 GMT -5
Shane, you didn't capitalize our names, so you messed up.
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Post by thekillawhale on Mar 6, 2008 16:19:24 GMT -5
damn it, you're right. fuck. oh well...i dont have time lol
and roy, no, i dont know him. lol
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Mar 6, 2008 18:09:08 GMT -5
Aren't Donal and Darren cousins?
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