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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 12, 2008 22:36:33 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV LIVE! From The Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri! 3/8/08A 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 Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri! 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. As we are taken to the broadcast table, we are suddenly interrupted! vs. Mr. Kennedy & AJ Styles vs. John Morrison & Randy Orton
“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. As AJ poses, his partner's music suddenly blares through the arena...
As 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. The lights slightly dim, as a spotlight shines down upon him. A microphone is lowered, falling right into Kennedy's hand. As the crowd quiets down, he begins to speak...Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen... Tonight, you will witness two of the greatest men ever paired up in a wrestling ring take on two men who have no business being in this ring with us. Tonight, you will see Mister Kennedy pay back John Morrison for his actions last week. And tonight, you will see "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles and Miiiiiiiiiisssssssssttttttttteeeeeeerrrrr Keeeeeeeeeennnnnnneeeeeeddddddyyyyy.......
KENNEDY!
Defeat "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton and John Morrison!
"Burn in My Light" by Mercy Drive suddenly blares through the arena. The curtains are slung wide open as "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton makes his way out onto the stage. With a cold stare, he simply looks to the ring at Styles and Kennedy. Orton then looks around, raising his arms, as a wall of shimmering golden sparks falls behind him. As the smoke begins to linger, Orton slowly makes his way down the ramp. He stands before the ring, waiting on his partner...
"Shut Me Up" by Mindless Self Indulgence suddenly blares through the arena. John Morrison steps through the curtain, his feathered hair blowing. He walks out onto the stage, his coat dragging the floor. He looks around at the crowd, expecting to be almost worshipped by them. Morrison slowly makes his way down the ramp. But before he can get to the ring, Kennedy and Styles slide out."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Styles goes after Orton, nailing him with a fury of blows. As Morrison quickly pulls his coat off, he is met by Kennedy who nailes him in the gut. Kennedy hammers away at Morrison, drilling him with lefts and rights. He snatches Morrison's sunglasses off, slamming them on the ramp into tiny pieces. Morrison tries to fight back, but Kennedy blocks him and tosses him into the ring. Orton shoves Styles back and takes off at him. AJ moves... Drop toe-hold into the steps! Styles slides into the ring. Kennedy whips Morrison across... AJ leaps up, drilling him right in the face with a thunderous kick! Orton slowly climbs onto the ring apron. AJ flips him into the ring. He leaps onto the ropes springing off with a leg drop! Kennedy whips Morrison into the corner... Clothesline! AJ pulls Orton up, sending him right to Kennedy... Mic Check! Kennedy turns around... Morrison kicks him in the mid-section... Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Morrison gets up... AJ charges at him... Morrison ducks, sending AJ up and over the top rope. Morrison climbs to the top rope. He leaps off... Corkscrew Moonsault! On the outside, AJ slowly gets up. Morrison hits the ropes. He dives! Morrison comes crashing down onto Styles! In the ring Kennedy slowly gets to his feet... He turns around to Orton... RKO! RKO! RKO! Orton lays across him for the cover..."One! Two! Kickout!"
Styles: How in the hell did Kennedy just kick out of that?!?Morrison slides into the ring. He pulls Kennedy up and begins hammering away at his neck with forearm shots. Morrison quickly whips him across the ring. Morrison goes to take off... Styles trips him! Styles leaps up onto the apron. He springs off the top rope... Shooting Styles Press! Styles gets up, but Orton is behind him... Styles leaps back... Pelé! Morrison slowly gets up... AJ gets to his feet, turning to Morrison. AJ is nailed in the mid-section... Morrison hooks his head and jumps up, twisting around... Tornado DDT! Styles is planted into the mat! Morrison gets to his feet. Kennedy nails him in the mid-section. DD-NO! Morrison spins ourt, hangman's neckbreaker! Morrison quickly goes to the top... He looks down at Kennedy. He then spots AJ on the outside, rising to his feet. Morrison leaps out onto Styles, crashing down right onto him and the security wall. Orton slowly gets up. Kennedy grabs the ropes, about to spring over onto Morrison. Kennedy springs up... Orton gets under him... Powerbombing him to the mat! Morrison slides into the ring, both him and Orton covering Kennedy at the same time..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here are your winners... Randy Orton and John Morrison!Morrison and Orton quickly get outta' dodge as Styles gets into the ring. Styles kicks the ropes, frustrated that he just got another loss. Kennedy slowly gets up, shocked that he fell victim to Morrison two weeks in a row. Styles asks Kennedy what happened as we fade to commercial...The camera shows Jericho, sitting in an interview set. His face is visibly angered from the embarrassment he received from Jake Roberts last week. Chris begins to speak.Jericho: Week upon week I have been embarrassed, I have gotten my ass kicked, I have had my own damn blood flow like a river from my head, and I have lost matches so important, that I would kill to win them. Month upon month I have been seen as an assclown, a liar, and nothing more then a big talker. Month after month I have been known as the man who always tries, but never does. And now last week, I got bitched out by an aging, former drug addict, and retired man known as Jake Roberts.Chris pauses for a few seconds, contemplating what to say next.Jericho: I’ve lost my wife, and therefore my kids. I’ve lost my shot at the World Title. I’ve lost my pride, I’ve lost my ego, hell I’ve lost everything I have except for this god damn heart of mine! Now Jake, last week you said I was an embarrassment to my former self, and I can’t do anything but agree. Jake, I challenge you at Unbreakable.Jericho pauses again. He runs his hand through his golden blonde hair, the mental agony apparent.Jericho: Jake Roberts, I can’t promise you a title win. I can’t promise you some sort of spectacle, but I can promise you this. I will give to you the biggest, and the most violent beating of your entire life at Unbreakable.The camera fades out. vs. "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels vs. The MizAs we return from commercial, Miz is standing in the ring...A blinding white light shines from the stage, shining through the curtains. Miz tries to look on, but it is too bright. Alter Bridge's "White Knuckles" rips through the arena, foreshadowing his coming... The curtains suddenly separate, revealing "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels to everyone in the arena and everyone watching on television. He slowly walks out onto the stage, cracking his neck from side to side. With the look of intent upon his face, he looks into the ring at Miz.Finkel: And the opponent... He hails from New Orleans, Louisiana... He weighs in at two-hundred and twelve pounds and stands at five feet and ten inches... He is "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels!Daniels quickly begins to descend the ramp, his eyes still focused upon Miz, not once taking them off of him. Daniels quickly jogs up the steps and climbs into the ring. A blinding spotlight shines down upon him as he sprints to the corner. He stands on the middle ropes, looking out into the crowd around him. He then points to himself, proclaiming to them that he is here for victory... He quickly hops down, the lights returning to normal as his music fades into the distance. As Daniels tugs on the ropes, the bell sounds..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Miz looks at Daniels as if he were no threat. Daniels sees right through this fake act and beckons him on. Miz inches to the center of the ring, as does Daniels. They lock up! Miz tries his hardest, but Daniels sends him stumbling backwards and falling flat on his ass. Daniels simply looks down at Miz, motioning him up. Miz quickly gets up, frustrated. Miz charges at him. Daniels spins around him, sweeping his legs out from under him. Miz quickly gets to his feet, yelling across the ring at Daniels. With no look of emotion on his face, Daniels beckons Miz on, yet again. Both men, as hungry sharks, begin to circle one another. Daniels drills Miz in the mid-section with a boot. He then nails him in the back of the knee with a switft kick. Daniels backs away, hitting the ropes... Step up Inziguri! Miz falls motionless to the ground. Daniels looks down, rolling his eyes at his pathetic opponent. He pulls Muz up, whipping him into the ropes. Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Miz squirms on the mat, holding his back. Daniels quickly pulls him up to his feet. He goes behind him, hooking his arms into a full nelson. Daniels lifts him up, slamming Miz's back down upon his knee. Miz squirms in pain once more, begging for Daniels to let him be. Daniels, relentless as ever, pulls Miz to his feet. He boots him in the gut, setting him up. He locks his hands around him, pulling him up... Proclamation! Proclamation! Proclamation! Miz lays motionless on the mat, seeming to be dead. Daniels drops to his knees, laying over him for the cover..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... "The Proclamation" Thomas Daniels!Thomas stands center ring, victorious. He looks around him, the crowd chanting his name. He then looks up to the ramp, spotting two men - Austin Aries and Christopher Daniels. The World Tag Team Championships are hung over their shoulders, almost calling for him... He simply stares at them, no fear what-so-ever upon him.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 12, 2008 22:41:43 GMT -5
We cut backstage and are taken to Scott Levy’s dressing room. He is dressed in all white as he talks to his son, Nick Martel. Levy: Martel, gather the troops and prepare for battle. Tonight is going to be perfect and I want to make sure nothing goes wrong. Find Kurt Angle and make sure he is at the wedding, but make sure he is of no problems. And if there is a problem, boy, you will be the one to feel the aftermath. Martel scrambles out of the room as we cut over to Kammy changing into her dress. He has a magnificent white dress with a red rose by the right strap. She is alone and happy. Suddenly, a priest walks into the room and checks up on her. We follow the priest out of her locker room and we see Kurt Angle in the background. vs. Sam X vs. The Naples KnightNaples Knight stands in the ring, as “Line in the Sand” blares over the arena. Sam walks down the ramp, an arrogant smirk on his face. X rolls into the ring, and drops the belt, right before charging Naples!“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Sam decapitates Knight with a clothesline, and begins laying the boots into the Italian superstar. X stops messing around, and picks Naples up. Sam whips him into the corner, and charges forward with a shoulder block. Knight crumples over, but Sam holds him up, and turns around, so he’s in the corner. X climbs up to the second rope, and pulls Naples up with him. X picks Knight up, then leaps off, piledriving Knight into the ring! Sam then slowly but effectively maneuvers over to his head, and locks it in a front facelock, before wrapping his legs around Knight’s chest. Sam has Knight in a Guillotine Choke! Naples taps within seconds. Fink: Here is your winner by submission, Sam X!Just as Sam X is celebrating, a voice rings out over the arena.Voice: Sam! Oh, Sam! Paul Heyman is seen on the titantron, smiling wildly. Heyman: Sam, it is time to announce your match. Like I said last week, it is a mixture of two very, very brutal matches you have had. So without further adieu, let me tell you exactly what you will be going through. First, a match in which you defended and retained the tag title with Joey Phenomen…
Sam: THAT NAME IS EXTINCT!
Heyman: Very well. You retained the titles against Generation Next in a brutal match known as the Tai Pei Death Match.The crowd cheers on as Sam looks on.Heyman: But wait! There is one more part. The Enmity Match. Two matches at once. Sam, I am putting you to the ultimate test. If you pass this, there is no doubt within my mind that you are any less then what you say. To give you a head start, you’ll be defending against that belligerent little bastard Roy again, and the second match going on is a Tag Title Match. The Prophecy will defend against a team to be announced. Sam X, farewell and adieu.We cut to commercial.Jake Roberts is seen standing with Todd.Grisham: Jake, one question. Do you accept Jericho's challenge?
Jake: Damned right I do. I'm gonna show that punk what he has missed.Roberts walks off the set. vs. "The Great" Muhammad Hassan vs. Johnny MagnumWe cut to the ring as Johnny Magnum and Muhammad Hassan stand across from one another in the ring. Hassan and Magnum hook up and Hassan is locked into a hammerlock. Magnum kicks his feet out, dropping him to the ground and follows up with a knee to the back. Magnum picks him up and tosses him into the corner and nails him with a huge elbow to the jaw!
Magnum charges and jumps, planting a hard knee to his jaw; as Hassan falls, Johnny grabs him and takes him down with a bulldog. Magnum quickly gets up and taunts Hassan and starts to get the crowd behind him. As Hassan makes it to his knee, Magnum plants him with a stiff kick to the back of his head.
Johnny Magnum picks him up and tosses him into the corner again. This time he follows him and starts striking him with hard left and right punches. As Hassan starts to follow, Johnny catches him and powerslams him to the mat.
Johnny bounces off the ropes and delivers a huge Hulk Hogan type leg drop. The crowd goes nuts and Johnny goes for a cover…“One! Two!” Hassan gets the shoulder up and the crowd is stunned. Both men make it to their feet and Magnum takes a hard left swing, Hassan ducks and grabs him from behind, lifts him up and slams him back first in a magnificent supplex. Johnny tries to get up using the ropes but gets clipped with a huge forearm shot and is knocked down with a follow up uppercut.
Hassan taunts him as he slowly gets up. Hassan wraps his arm around his neck and falls back, nailing a harsh ddt! Hassan tries to lock in the Camel’s Clutch, but Magnum scurries to the ropes. Hassan kicks him in the side and drops a huge elbow on him, as Johnny rolls to the outside.
Hassan taunts the crowd as they chant “USA! USA! USA!” Magnum slides back into the ring and nails the distracted Hassan with a huge shoulder-block! Hassan falls and bounces off the ropes and Magnum hooks him with a side walk slam! The crowd is hot as Hassan gets back up and it clipped with a downward spiral! Magnum hooks the leg…“One…Two…”Hassan barely kicks out. Magnum is in shock as he steps back to his feet. Hassan quickly follows up and the two start exchanging punches. Suddenly, Magnum nails a hard knee to his stomach, causing him to bend over. Magnum grabs him and plants him with the Gun Shot! He hooks the leg…“One! Two! Three!” “Stricken” by Disturbed plays over the PA system as the hot crowd chants Johnny’s name. He walks up the entrance ramp and high fives the fans as he walks up.Join in and take part in the beautiful wedding ceremony as Scott Levy and Kammy Larson embrace one another in marriage!As we cut to the ring, we see that it has been set up for the wedding. The ring ropes have been removed. A velvet black carpet covers the ring, continuing down a set of stairs and all the way up the ramp. Black and white decorations cover the ring posts. An alter is set up in the middle of the ring. A preacher stands - his arms crossed with a bible in hand. On the left stands Kammy's bride's maid, Casey James. On the right stands Raven's best man, his son Nick Martel. Scott Levy stands before the preacher, ready for the biggest moment of his life. The moment that will show his love for Kammy like no other thing. The lights slightly dim as music begins to play. Kammy is lead through the tunnel and out onto the stage by a hooded man. She looks just like an angel, more beautiful than we've ever seen her. She slowly makes her way down the ramp, walking up the steps and taking her place with Scott. The music slowly fades away as the crowd begins to buzz with excitement. Scott and Kammy face the preacher, hand in hand.Preacher: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this fine day, to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls. Two beautiful souls, that somehow made their way to one another in this strange world. These two souls share a love that is deeper than the oceans. It is TRUE like no other. And it is on this day, the eigth of March that they will be joined in holy matrimony. Now, if any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace...The crowd begins to boo, quickly speaking their mind. Scott tells the preacher to ignore the people, they have no say in this.Preacher: Scott Levy, will you have Kammy Larson to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Levy: Just a moment... Before you go on, we have decided to write our own vows in order to show the world just exactly what our love for one another means. Kammy, baby, if you don't mind, I would like to go first.
Kammy, for the first time in my life the void in it has been filled. No drug can give me what you give me, Kammy. And that is something I cherish more than anything, even my own life. You've shown me a new side of myself that I didn't know existed. And for this... I want to honor and cherish you for the rest of my life. I want to protect you from all harm and give you anything and everything that your heart desires. Kammy, from the bowery of my heart... I love you.Scott kisses her hand, as a tear rolls down her cheek. He then hands her the microphone, so she can give him her vows.Kammy: As freely, Scott, as God has given me life, I join my life with yours. Wherever you go, I will go; Whatever you face, I will face. For good or ill, in happiness or sadness, Come riches or poverty, I take you as my husband, and will give myself to no other.Kammy looks deeply into Scott's eyes, the both of them smiling.Preacher: Scott Levy, do you take Kammy Larson to be your lawful wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health?
Scott: I do.
Preacher: Kammy Larson, do you take Scott Levy to be your lawful wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor him, and keep him in sickness and in health?
Kammy: I do.
Preacher: Do you have the rings?Scott reaches into his pocket, pulling out the rings. He hands them to the preacher.Preacher: You shall now place the rings upon eachothers' finger.Scott places the ring onto Kammy's finger, as she does the same to him. They join hands once again, facing the preacher.Preacher: Then, with the power invested in me... I now pronounce you husband and wife! It's true... It's DAMN TRUE!Scott's eyes grow large, as he seems to be in complete shock. The preacher leaps forwards, pummeling Scott. The preacher drills Scott with lefts and rights, wailing away at him. He then rips off his disguise, revealing himself to be none other than Kurt "Freakin" Angle! Martel goes after Angle, but is quickly tossed through the alter, breaking it. Raven slowly gets up. Angle rips his jacket off, lifting him up... Angle Slam! Angle Slam! Angle Slam! Kammy screams on the outside, hoping that this nightmare will quickly come to an end. Her wedding has been ruined, and she begins to dry her eyes out. Angle pulls Raven up. He picks up the Bible... BAM! Angle drills Raven with it, knocking him to the mat. Angle drops down, wrapping around Levy's ankle like a boa constrictor. Angle begins to twist and twist, hoping to snap Scott's ankle. Scott yells and yells, as security comes dashing down the ramp. Angle releases the hold, rising to his feet. The crowd is going absolutely nuts, as Angle raises his hands, celebrating the fact that he paid Scott back for last week. Kammy quickly helps her husband up the ramp, as security makes sure to hold Angle back from doing any further damage.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 12, 2008 22:45:56 GMT -5
We cut to the back, where Jeremy Borash stands by with Roy Rowe.Borash: Roy, last week we all saw how tough it was for you in the ring after that grueling match wth Sam X at Behind Bars. Why is it that even with an injury, you continue to compete?
Roy: JB, it's quite simple... Determination! And JB, I'm determined to don one thing... And one thing only... That, my friend, is to defeat Sam X and become the Intercontinental Champion. I'm tired of being second best, JB, and if this is what I have to do to make it known that I want to be the best... Then so be it!As we cut to commercial, Roy pushes past, JB, rubbing his head... The Intercontinental Champion, Sam X, is in his locker room, when there is a knock at the door. Sam stands up, and obnoxiously throws the IC title over his shoulder, as he stares down the Tag Team Champions, "The Prophecy".Austin: Look, Sam, The Fallen Angel and I didn't come in here to discuss a game plan. We didn't come in here, to tell you that we got your back at Unbreakable. Because we don't. Daniels and I...we don't need, anyone's help. We don't want...anyone's help. And we don't expect...anyone's help. We are in there for one reason...and one reason only. And that is to keep OUR Tag Team Championships. And we don't give a damn if you lose or not.Sam smirks wildly, as he stares into the eyes of Austin Aries.Sam: You know, you two remind me a lot of The New Phenomenon. Two cocky, talented athletes, never wanting help, never thinking they needed it. Two guys who talk a big game, and can actually back it up. But even with all these similarities, you are NOT the New Phenomenon. You see, we were the only perfect Tag Team in history. The only team that truly didn't need any help. And look where we are now...Joey Phenomenal is laid in a hospital bed somewhere, and the team is no more.Sam gets rid of his smirk, as a look of seriousness befalls his face. He leans forward, and stares into Austin's eyes, almost burning a hole in them.Sam: So Austin Aries...Christopher Daniels...don't think that you don't need any help. And don't be so quick to swat it away. Because maybe...just maybe...you will be on the brink of losing in that DEATH match...and Sam X won't be the one to save your asses.Sam walks past them quickly, and exits his room. The Prophecy stands on, staring coldly at the door. Styles: Well folks, as you all know, Unbreakable is coming to you live on pay-per-view in just two short weeks. In not time, we will seeing, yet again, another spectacular pay-per-view event from SNME.
Owens: And with that said, let's take a look at the card so far...Saturday Night's Main Event: Unbreakable!Live! From The Allstate Arena in Rosemont, Illinois!March 23, 2008 [/i][/b][/size] "Insane" Shane Whelan* vs. Kammy (Wildwood Crest Championship!)"Y2J" Chris Jericho vs. Jake "The Snake" Roberts (Grudge Match!)Sam X, Austin Aries, & Christopher Daniels vs. Roy Rowe, Thomas Daniels, & (Intercontinental and World Tag Team Championships: Tai Pei Enmity Match!)[/color] The Main Event:Kurt Angle* vs. "The Raven" Scott Levy (World Heavyweight Championship!)[/color] Styles: As you can see, Unbreakable is shaping up very nicely. There will be a few more matches added, but these are sure to be the biggest![/center] vs. Roy Rowe vs. "Insane" Shane WhelanThe match starts off with an intense stare. Both Roy Rowe and Insane Shane are focused and ready to strike. Roy is the first to strike. He smacks Shane across the face and chuckles. Shane retaliates with a right hand. He hit Roy so hard that his hat flies off the top of his head. Shane kicks Rowe in the gut causing him to lean over holding his ribs. Shane grabs Roy by the back and tosses him between the middle and top rope. Roy smacks the ground with a loud thud. Shane picks up Rowe’s hat and begins to mock him. Roy stands up with his hand covering his jaw. He looks into the ring and is smacked in the face with his own hat. After tossing the hat, Shane beckons Roy to get back in the ring. Roy slides in without hesitation and the two forces collide. Right, left, right left, fists landing in every direction. Rowe breaks up the frenzy with an irish whip to the turnbuckle. He charges to follow up with a splash, but Shane rolls out. Rowe’s body meets with the turnbuckle and Shane climbs the turnbuckle at the opposing end. Roy walks backwards holding his rib cage. Once he hit’s the center of the ring Shane leaps off of the top rope. He missile toe drop kicks Roy Rowe in the back of his skull. Roy falls hard as does Shane. Running on momentum, Shane leaps back up. He picks up Roy and returns the smack he received in the beginning. Rowe upper cuts Shane clacking his teeth together. Shane puts both hands to his face checking the damage and Rowe goes classic with a basic scoop slam. Roy places his knee into the front of Shane’s neck, cutting of all air. Shane kicks his feet in all directions, gasping for air.1 2 3 4Roy breaks the hold before being disqualified. Shane rolls onto his stomach while coughing and struggling for air. The ref pushes Roy away so he can check on Shane. Whelan pushes the ref away and gets back to his feet. He charges at Roy, knocking him down. He punches Roy over and over until the ref pulls him off. Shane shoves the referee again and walks over to Rowe. With the referee grounded, Roy uses his right leg to low blow Shane. Shane leans backwards on the ropes in enormous pain. Roy gets up and charges Shane. He connects to Shane’s already throbbing neck with a clothesline. Both men fly over the top rope and land hard on the ground. Rowe starts to move first. 1 2Roy is now up and sits Shane up against the barricade. He steps back a few feet, then runs towards Shane. He lifts up his boot, placing it into Shane’s jaw. Shane’s head snaps back into the barricade and his eyes roll back. The count is now at 5 and Roy rolls into the ring.6 7Shane falls sideways.8He crawls towards the apron.9Using every once of energy left, Shane dashes into the ring. Roy sighs and walks over to him. Roy soon learns Shane was playing possum, for he rakes Rowe in the eyes. Still to tired to stand, Shane tries to collect his thoughts. Roy walks back over and picks Shane up. Whelan grabs Roy by the back of his head and falls down landing a complete shot. Shane rests against the aprons while Rowe lays holding his face. Shane places his foot on Rowe’s chest and screams at the ref.1 2Rowe gets his leg on the bottom rope. Shane lifts his leg, then stomps down hard on Roy’s chest. Roy lets out a scream. Shane still has his foot planted on Roy so he is unable to move. Again he stomps Roy in the chest. Roy screams louder puts his hand around Shane’s boot. Shane, feeling in control, begins to show off for the fans. Roy uses his leg to sweep under Shane’s free leg knocking him down. Roy rolls up Shane looking for a stolen win.1 2Shane kicks out looking shocked. Roy has sprinted up while Shane rests back on his knees. Feeling a challenge, Shane stands up smiling. Shane reaches backwards grabbing the top rope. He uses the rope to lift himself up, placing his feet on the center ropes. Doing so in one swift movement, he leaps off and connects a cross body. Roy’s legs fly up from the momentum and Shane hooks them both.1 2Roy kicks out. Rowe grabs Shane’s head, again choking him, this time with a head lock. A few moments into the hold, Shane turns red. He grows furious and starts to stand, while carrying both his and Roy’s body weight. With both men now at their feet, the audience screams for them both. Shane wraps his arms around row, and throws him with a perfect german release suplex. Roy uses one hand to hold his neck, and put the other on the bottom rope. Shane kicks the back of Rowe’s elbow, nearly snapping his arm. Rowe kicks at Shane in the knee cap in a desperate attack to gain the upper hand. Shane falls to his backside holding his knee. Roy uses the ropes to pull himself up. Shane gets up and bounces to the ropes hopping on one leg. Roy turns sideways when Shane comes close, and lifts him up. He flips Shane over him with a last call. Rowe pulls Shane to the center of the ring and goes to the other side of the ropes. He stands outside the apron looking in. Roy leans back while holding the top ropes then pulls forward. He sprints over the top rope flipping in air. Shane counters the tope atomico by lifting his knees. Roy stands up with his hand across his cracked back screaming in pain. Shane hold his knees and begins to get back to his feet. Roy turns around and Shane punches him in the mouth. Roy falls back into the ropes. The ropes send him right back to Shane who punches him again in the jaw. Roy grabs Shane by the back of the head and knees him in the gut. Roy places Shane’s head between his legs and hooks both arms. He hops up, and just as quickly falls down dropping Shane’s skull into the matt. The fans all look on in awe as Rowe pulls of the perfect pedigree. Rowe turns Shane over and covers Shane.1 2 3!Sam X bursts through the crowd with the IC belt, and completely obliterates Roy with it. X smashes the title over his head, nearly knocking his opponent out. Roy crumples to the mat, but Sam is not finished. X lays the IC Title out, and drags Roy over to the corner. Sam picks him up to the second rope, and without hesitation, leaps off, piledriving Roy right on top of the IC Title! X stares coldly at the glossy eyed Roy, who stares up at the ceiling. Medics come out, and take Roy away on a stretcher as we fade to commercial.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 12, 2008 22:52:43 GMT -5
We cut to the back, where Kennedy stands before the camera. He paces back and fourth for a moment, thinking... Contemplating... Wondering... Is he sane? He then stops, looking directly into the camera...Kennedy: Three weeks in a row... Three straight weeks I've walked out the loser... No more! No! This... This losing has got to go, and it has got to go now! This isn't me... This isn't Mister Kennedy... No. Not this loser. He is no one. You people know that. Don't you? Don't you remember me? Don't you recall what all I've done? Custom Champion... Intercontinental Champion... The last man in the Elimination Chamber with Kurt Angle... Do you? Do you even remember any of that? Well, it's about time you did! It is about time that I stepped up my game and get back to the way things used to be. Back to the days of the old Mister Kennedy. So hear me out... There's a pay-per-view coming up... It's the pay-per-view before Wrestlefest, the grandaddy of them all. And I'll tell you this. I'm looking to make an impression. I can no longer let people run me over and erase my existence from this world. No... That is why I'm challenging you, Brock... Yeah, you heard me! You heard me plain and simple! I want you Brock. And I want you in that ring, one on one. No cage around the ring. No friends to back you up. No limits... So Brock, you think that over... And you let me know just how you feel...Kennedy shoves the camera out of his way and walks off... Saturday Night's Main Event: Wrestlefest II! Live! From The Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida! 4/27/08 Brock Lesnar stands in his locker room, throwing punches at the air. He jumps up and down in place, shaking out his pre match jitters. He is ready. He is hungry. And he is willing to tear Kurt Angle apart, to prove that he is The Next Big Thing in this business. Brock stops jumping, and grabs an elbow pad. He slips it onto his right arm, before stretching both arms backwards. He lets out a loud yell, before punching a nearby locker, and heading out the door.
We open to a dimly lit locker room. In the center of this room, sits a man. He wears a hood over his head, concealing his face. But his World Title says it all. For 8 months, Kurt Angle has defeated everyone put in front of him. But never someone like Brock Lesnar. Never someone with that size and speed. Kurt stands up slowly, letting out a long, drawn out breath. He lays his head against a locker, and begins to mumble something, as he rubs the title that sits around his waist. Kurt finishes what he is saying, and lays his head back, staring at the cieling. He lets out one final sigh, before heading out the door, ready for a war. Main Event:vs. Kurt Angle vs. Brock Lesnar(No Disqualification: Paul Heyman's Wedding Gift To Raven!)
“Becoming the Bull” by Atreyu blares throughout the arena, as The Hells Beast struts onto the stage. Brock slowly jumps up and down in place, before jumping one final time, sending tons of fireworks into the air. Lesnar walks down the ramp, greeted by a flurry of boos. Finally reaching the ring, Brock hops up and down once more, before doing one impressive jump, up onto the apron. Lesnar leans back on the ropes, letting out a fierce yell, before entering the ring through the top and middle ropes. In the ring, Brock paces back and forth, with his eyes almost burning a hole through the stage. He is hungry, and he wants to feast on Kurt Angle.
“My Quest” begins to play over the speakers, followed by the arrival of the champ himself. Kurt walks out from behind the curtain, clad in a red hooded sweatshirt, with the hood up. Kurt wastes little time with posing, as he simply walks down the ramp, his world title gleaming in the lights. Kurt comes to a halt at the base of the stairs, and stares upwards, into the ring at the beast awaiting him. With one quick showing of agility, Kurt runs up the stairs and into the ring, walking straight towards Brock Lesnar. Kurt unstraps and hands his title to the referee, never taking his eyes off the beast. Kurt gently slides the his arms out of his sleeves, and simply tosses his jacket aside. Both men back up slowly, as the referee rings the bell."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Kurt and Brock charge at each other like wild bulls, and embrace in a collar to elbow tie up. Both men jockey for position, with Kurt getting the upper hand, sending Brock backwards into the turnbuckles. Brock uses his immense strength to push right back, as he and Angle go across the ropes, still locked up. Lesnar’s brute force is too much, as he corners Kurt Angle easily. The referee counts to four, before Brock finally lets go, and backs up...a smile on his face. Both men circle each other once again, staring coldly.
Both men lock up once more, except this time, Angle jukes around the back of Brock Lesnar, locking in an Armbar. Kurt quickly shifts position, turning his armbar into a front headlock, bringing the beast to his knees. Lesnar quickly grows tired of this, as he simply grabs Angle under the legs with one arm, and rips him over his shoulders, and to the mat, with a hard fireman’s carry. Brock locks in an armbar of his own, causing Kurt to struggle to get to his knees. Having to one up his adversary, Angle, out of no where, hits a fireman’s carry of his own, and locks in yet another armbar. Beautiful chain wrestling from both men.
Kurt wrenches on the arm hard, but Brock simply stands up, and twists around, locking Angle in another armbar! Brock uses his power to pull Angle towards him self, and grabs him by the neck, spinning him over and dropping him down onto the mat hard, with a side headlock. Kurt quickly reverses this, using his legs to wrap around Brock’s head. Kurt tries to wrench it in, but Brock, showing great athleticism, nips up, landing on his feet. Brock turns around quickly, as does Angle, initiating a stare down. Neither man was expecting a pure wrestling match tonight.
Both men circle each other, before Brock runs forward, ducking underneath Angle and wrapping his arms around his mid section. Brock lifts Kurt into the air with ease, and slams him down hard, face first, taking him to the mat. Brock doesn’t let go, but instead, lifts Angle right back up. Angle will have none of this, as he swiftly spins around to the back of Brock, wrapping his own arms around Lesnar’s mid section. Brock reverses this quickly, and gets behind Angle again! But Angle rolls him over, taking him down to the mat with a side headlock! Brock, just as Angle had done before, uses his legs to thwart Angle’s methods. But Angle, just as Brock had, flips up. Brock wastes little time going back on offense, but is brought down hard with another headlock takeover! Kurt continues the pressure, as Brock makes sure his shoulders don’t hit the mat. Brock muscles his way to his feet, and throws Angle against the ropes. Angle shoots back quickly, and is knocked off of his feet by a stiff shoulder block.
Both men lock up once more, with each man trying to lock their arms around the others mid section. Brock finally gains the advantage, but Kurt sends a stiff elbow into his jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Kurt runs towards him with the intent on taking him down, but is quickly brought down by a swift arm drag. Brock holds the arm drag in with a butterfly grip, wrenching hard on Kurt’s arm. Kurt slowly gets to his feet, and pushes Brock into the corner. The referee tells Angle to let him go, and as Kurt backs away, he delivers a hard knee right to the gut. Brock holds his ribs in pain, as Angle struts across the ring.
Angle turns around, and is greeted by a charging Brock Lesnar, lifting him up with all his force, and viciously slamming him into the corner. Brock draws back, and initiates a long sequence of stiff shoulder blocks into Kurt Angle’s mid section. Brock Irish Whips Angle into the opposite corner, and quickly chases after him. Angle greets Brock with a hard elbow shot to the face, but this doesn’t stop the Hell Beast. Brock runs forward again, and is met by yet another stiff shot. Only enraging Brock, he runs towards Kurt one more time. But this time, Kurt meets him half way, grabs him around the waist, and quickly throws him backwards with a release belly to belly suplex! Brock flies through the air, and crash lands hard into the turnbuckles, back first. The crowd goes absolutely insane, as Brock rolls out of the ring, holding his back in agony. Kurt, extremely tired, rolls out of the ring as well, in pursuit of the beast.
Brock, who is leaning over the announcers table, sees Kurt out of the corner of his eye. He quickly rips the monitors off of it, and turns around, only to be met by a stiff boot to the stomach. Kurt delivers a stiff European Uppercut, sending Brock backwards onto the table. Kurt grabs Brock’s head, and slams it down hard onto the table. He tries once more, but Brock fends him off with an Elbow to the stomach. Brock grabs a hold of Angle arm, and shoves him backwards. With one strong showing of strength, Lesnar pulls Kurt right back, and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Brock swings Angle around in mid air, going for the F5, but Angle lands on his feet! Kurt quickly grabs Lesnar...Olympic Slam! Olympic Slam! No! Brock reverses, and lands on his feet. He wraps his arms around Kurt’s mid section, and sends him backwards, with a hard belly to back suplex onto the damn floor!
Kurt lays motionless on his back, as Lesnar falls forward to his knees, and then onto his stomach. Both men lay on the floor, but cannot be counted out, due to the stipulations of this match. Brock slowly inches towards the time keeper, and finally gets to his feet. He throws the time keeper out of his chair, and grabs it, headed for Angle with the intentions of pain. Angle stumbles to his feet, using the table as leverage. Brock comes towards him, and swings for the fences! But Angle ducks! Angle wraps his arms around Brock, and delivers a German Suplex onto the hard floor. But he doesn’t let go! Kurt rolls over, gets to his feet, and delivers another German, and still doesn’t let go! Trying to go for three, Kurt Angle stands up, and positions himself in front of the table. Brock, who never dropped his weapon, throws the chair backwards recklessly, and nails Angle hard! Angle, beginning to fall backwards from the chair shot, uses one final showing of power, to hit a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE TABLE! Brock literally flips over in mid air, and lands face and stomach first onto the hard announce table, BUT IT DOESN’T BREAK! Kurt lies at the base of the table, and above him, motionless, lays Brock Lesnar, atop the table.
Both men lay motionless for quite some time, before both begin to stir. Angle uses the ring to pull himself up, as Brock simply rolls off of the table. Kurt stumbles forward, grabbing the head of Lesnar, beginning to lift him up. Kurt is weak, so he just barely pulls Brock to his feet. Kurt nearly falls backwards, but he maintains his position. He goes to grab Brock, BUT BROCK LIFTS HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! F5! F5 THROUGH THE TABLE! Lesnar spins Angle around and brings him down hard, as the table collapses beneath the weight of our champion. Brock stumbles backwards, but uses the ring to hold himself up, as he stares down at the wreckage.
Lesnar slowly walks forward, and lifts Angle up. He throws him onto his shoulders, and walks over to the ring, sitting Angle down. He rolls Angle into the ring, and he follows, slapping on the first pin of the match. One! Two! It’s gotta be over. Thr- NO! Angle gets the shoulder up! Brock cannot believe it, and he goes into a fit of rage. Brock shoves the referee out of his way, and gets out of the ring. He grabs two chairs this time, and throws them wildly over the ropes. Brock leaps up onto the apron, showing almost no signs of wear and tear. It’s like Kurt kicking out, breathed life into him.
Brock sets up both chairs in the middle of the ring, facing each other. He gets a look of pure evil in his eyes, as he lifts Angles limp body into the air. He hoists him up onto his shoulders, and we all know whats coming next. This F5 could be the end of Angle’s entire damn career! Brock spins Angle around, but he lands on his feet! He quickly falls to his ass, and grabs Brock’s ankle, flipping him over. Kurt stands up, wrenching in the Ankle Lock! From what can only be that one chair shot earlier, blood pours down the face of the Olympic Gold Medalist, as he screams for Brock to tap out. Kurt wrenches the Ankle as hard as he can, trying to damn near snap it in half, as blood streams down his face in buckets.
Lesnar turns over onto his back, and kicks Angle off. Kurt rolls backwards, almost falling out of the ring. Kurt stumbles back, and Brock is to his feet. Brock catches Angle, and tries to belly to belly him onto the chairs! But Kurt stops him with his foot. Kurt jukes around to the back of Lesnar, and grabs his tights. He pulls Brock back, and grabs his arm. ANGLE SLAM! NO! Brock reverses again! Brock pushes Angle forward, causing him to hit the ropes. Angle comes back, only to see that Brock has a chair in his hand. Lesnar swings, but Angle slides under and in between Brocks legs! Angle, from behind, grabs Brocks leg, and kicks his other out from under him. Kurt falls backwards, wrapping his body around Brocks Ankle in a grapevine! There is absolutely no way Brock can drag Angle to the ropes at this point. But he does! Brock, slowly but surely, uses his brute strength to crawl across the ring. Kurt lets go, and begins to stomp away at the still downed Brock. Angle slowly ascends the ropes, looking back to make sure Brock hasn’t moved. Angle, risking his life, leaps backwards, attempting a moonsault! But Brock moved! And he replaced himself with a chair! Angle crashes down hard, and rolls around in pain holding his stomach. Brock stands tall, staring down at the fallen champion. Brock slowly wipes his chest, smearing Kurt Angles blood all over it. A sadistic smile befalls his face, and he begins to stalk Angle, waiting for him to get up, only to meet him with an F5.
Angle slowly pulls himself up, and the camera closes in on his face. He wears a crimson mask, as his entire face is covered with blood. Kurt stumbles backwards, and bumps into Brock. Kurt slowly turns around, and Brock lifts him up onto his shoulders! This is it! F5! NO! Angle reverses! ANGLE SLAM! ANGLE SLAM! ANGLE SLAM ONTO THE LAST REMAINING CHAIR, STILL SET UP IN THE RING. Brocks back slams hard onto the open chair, bending it almost completely under his weight. Angle throws his arm over Lesnar, trying to end this war. One! Two! No! What the hell?! Brock kicks out! What do these men have to do to put each other away?!
Angle gets to his feet, and is now completely irate. He tears his straps down, and stomps on the mat. Blood drips off of his face and onto the mat in buckets, as he quickly picks Brock up. He sits him on top of the turnbuckle, and quickly follows. Kurt stands up, trying to get Brock into position, but Lesnar fights him off, sending Angle crashing to the mat! Brock stands on top of the ropes, balancing himself. He leaps through the air gracefully! SHOOTING STAR PRESS! One! Two! Three NO! Brock quickly gets up, and picks the limp body of Angle up with him. He grabs his leg and wraps it around the back of his neck, and stands up. Brock Lock! Angle hangs limp, blood pouring out of his open cut, forming puddles on the mat. Brock wrenches it tightly, yelling for Kurt to tap out. Wait! Kurt grabs the leg and rolls out! Ankle Lock! Kurt, with little strength, simply falls back, unable to keep the hold in. Kurt quickly lifts up a chair, and as Brock turns around, COMPLETELY LEVELS HIM! A cut emerges on Brocks forehead, and blood starts to trickle out. But he does not fall! Kurt draws back, AND HITS HIM AGAIN!
Brock simply stumbles back, and Kurt runs towards him. Kurt swings for the fences, but is lifted onto the shoulders of the beast! Brock swings him around, but Angle falls down and rolls Brock over! Ankle Lock! Another Grapevine! Brock bites down onto his own hand, trying not to tap, as blood continues to cascade down his face. Angle just will not let go, and Brock has no other choice....but to tap. Kurt lets go finally, just laying there, spread out, staring at the ceiling. Brock slowly rolls over to the corner, and lays motionless, staring over at Kurt. The referee runs over, and hands the belt to Kurt, but Angle cant even accept it. The belt lays across his chest, as his crimson mask lays across his face. He doesn’t even move, just lays there. As does Lesnar.Finkel: Here is your Winner, via Submission! Kurt! ANGLE!"My Quest" blares through the arena as the fans are going wild with applause. Angle is slowly helped to his feet, staggering around the ring. Raven suddenly comes dashing down the ramp, still dressed in his torn up tuxedo from the altercation earlier in the night. Angle turns around... Kick to the gut! Evenflow DDT! Raven stands over Angle, looking down at him. Lesnar slowly gets to his feet, still worn down from the battle with Angle. He spots Raven, but he takes no action. Brock stands in the corner, but he is suddenly awoken. Kennedy comes dashing down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Both men collide in the center of the ring, dishing lefts and rights! Kennedy ducks... Lesnar turns around... Mic check! Lesnar lays on the mat, motionless. Kennedy backs up, bumping right into Raven. He turns around, looking Raven right in the eyes. They get face to face, memories shooting through both of their minds about their last encounter. Kennedy slowly backs away, dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Raven still stands in the center, now focused back on Angle who has backed away to the corner. The two men lock eyes, knowing that in two weeks, they will meet in the ring for the first time in a one on one match.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Mar 12, 2008 22:54:46 GMT -5
I apologize for the lateness of the show. I've been ill since Sunday, and have felt like pure shit. On top of that I've had an assload of school work this week since I'm on spring break next week. A card will be up. The roleplay deadline will be Sunday. I wil try as hard as I can to get that show up by Monday or Tuesday night, so we can have the PPV on the correct date.
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