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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 17:54:55 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Road To Wrestlefest Tour! Live! From The FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee! 4/5/08A video package of some of SNME's greatest moments begins to play along with an old school Saturday Night's Main Event theme. The video suddenly shatters as we are taken live into the FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee! 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 quickly taken to the broadcast table with Joey Styles and Austin Owens!Styles: Hello and welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event! We are broadcasting LIVE! from the FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee! And as usual, I'm Joey Styles alongside my broadcast partner Austin Owens!
Owens: That's right, baby! We're here, LIVE! in Memphis, Tennessee, and boy am I ready to kick things off!
Styles: Folks, if you were with us on March twenty-third, you witness Unbreakable! You witnessed some of th emost grueling matches in sports entertainment. We saw Sam X and The Prophecy retain the Intercontinental and World Tag Team Titles. We saw Shane Whelan retain the Custom Championship...
Owens: And don't forget, Joey, we saw Kurt Angle retain the World Heavyweight Championship against Raven. And I'm telling ya'... That was one of THE best matches I've seen at an SNME pay-per-view, Joey. But let's not forget, we also saw Brock Lesnar defeat Mister Kennedy in an ECW rules match.
Styles: We sure did. And Austin, the memories that match brought back were unbelieveable. It brought back some of the good 'ol days of Extreme Championship Wreslting.
Owens: Ehh... Joey, get over it. Those days are dead. This is SNME, baby!
StylesL I know, I know... But folks, let's keep you no longer. We've got one hell of a night for you!
Owens: Are you ready for this, Joey? I just got word from backstage, and guess what?!?
Styles: What is it, Austin? Tell me!
Owens: Not only one... But TWO SNME Championships are being defended here tonight! Shane Whelan defends the Custom Championship against John Morrison and Sam X defends the Intercontinental Championship against Brock Lesnar!
Styles: Oh man! Things are picking up already... What else could possibly be in store for tonight?!? As the camera pulls away from Styles and Owens, the pounding of drums suddenly shakes the foundation of the FedEx Forum. Almost the entirety of Memphis, Tennesee goes absolutely wild, as "Sexy Boy" comes blaring through the P.A. System.
The curtain is suddenly slung wide open. Dashing out onto the stage, "The Heart Break Kid" begins strutting his stuff. Stone-washed jeans, cowboy boots, t-shirt, and cowboy hat - Michaels is looking better than ever. The five o' clock shadow lines his face, as a wide smile stretches across it. Feeling the excitment from the roar of the crowd, Shawn begins dancing down the ramp. He slaps hands with many of his reluctant fans, making a dream come true for some. He reaches the middle of the ramp, stopping dead in his tracks. He quickly looks from left to right, dropping down to both knees. Shawn says a quick prayer and looks up, staring straight into the heavens. All along the stage, golden fireworks come blasting up!
A golden hue lingers in the air for a moment, shining down upon Shawn. He quickly leaps up from the ramp, continuing on down. He dashes up the steps, spinning around on the ring arpon. He quickly enters the ring, the crowd cheering more and more for him to give them all he's got. As the spotlights shine down on him, he spins around the ring, asking for more from the crowd. As they politely give him more and more, he gets center ring. He bends one leg at the knee, the other leg outstetched. He quickly flexes, sending thousands upon thousands of flashes from cameras throughout the arena. History is quickly captured for them to keep. Shawn quickly lifts up from the pose, adjusting his cowboy hat upon his head. He runs his hand across his face, the smile gleaming a mile wide. He quickly takes a microphone, pacing the ring for the first time in months.Shawn: Is this unreal or what? Are you guys seeing me? Cause "The Showstoppa" sure is seeing you. and I'm tell you... I love it. It's been far too long since "The Heart Break Kid" has been out here, but that is all done and said with. I've finally made my reuturn and what just happens to be around the corner? Wrestlefest! Haha! That's right! The showcasing of immortals... The grandaddy of them all... And ya' know what? "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels WILL be at Wrestlefest... And I WILL be in action that night! And I'm pretty sure not many of you are wondering just who 'ol Shawn Michaels will be going up against... It's quite obvious, right?The crowd gives a mixed reaction, starting to chant "Angle!" "Angle!" "Angle!"Shawn: Now, I know a lot of you have been wondering some things about me... Wondering why I did it... Why I hit Angle with Sweet Chin Music after he beat Sting at Cyber Madness... People in the back, they think it was because I was jealous. They think it was because Angle was getting all the spotlight and was erasing the things I'd done from the history books. Truth is... Not a bit of that is true. Kurt and I have been friends for quite some time. When he came here, I saw a part of myself in him. I saw the will... I saw the drive... And I saw the ability. From the moment I layed eyes on Kurt, I knew he'd be where is today. I knew that one day he'd be doing what I once did in other places. And Kurt, you did it. You made your path here in Saturday Night's Main Event, and look where you are today... Kurt, I didn't kick you because of jealousy... I kicked you to teach you something... It's moments like that, where you think you're on top of the world and nothing can bring you down, that you are most vulnerable. And Kurt, I proved it right. You trusted me. You put in me all of your trust to NEVER do such a thing. And Kurt, I tested that trust. I raised your hand as you were victorious, but the second you turned away... BAM! I tested our friendship... I tested the trust you put into me. And Kurt, I believe it has made you a better man...
Shawn: Just look at the things you've done since then. You beat Jericho in the Hell in the Cell. You beat Raven. Those two men right there are two of the biggest feats you've ever done. And Kurt, would it be that way if I hadn't kicked you that night?Just when the fans begin to simmer down, they jump to their feet again, as "My Quest" blares over the speakers.
From behind the curtain, struts the Olympic Gold Medalist, and SNME World Champion himself, Kurt Angle. The fans in the sold out, jam packed FedEx Forum give the champ his first mixed reaction in ages, as he stands center stage. Kurt is clad in a smooth Black Suit, perfectly pressed. The World title drapes over his broad, right shoulder, and a mic graces his hand. He draws the microphone up to his mouth, beginning to speak.Kurt: So that's what the kick was all about, huh Shawn? You wanted to teach me something? Well congratulations, Shawn. It worked. Truth be told, you're right. You're absolutely right. Things wouldn't have gone down quite the way they did these last few months, if you hadn't opened my eyes. Shawn Michaels, you opened my eyes and you taught me, to never let my guard down. Never let my personal friendships or emotions cloud my in ring abilities. You taught me not to trust a damn person in this business. Not even my best friend. And I thank you for that, Shawn.
Kurt: But Shawn, you may have opened my eyes. We may be best friends. And you are going to be facing me at WrestleFest II...but don't think for a second that I'm gonna go down as easily as I did that night when you kicked me right in my mouth. Don't think...I'm gonna lay down for you, because we are friends, and you want just one more shot. Because Shawn, I'm gonna give you all I got. I'm sure you've heard the word backstage. Kurt Angle...is retiring. But why wait until Wrestlefest? Why wait until after I face the Heart Break Kid...and potentially lose my title?
Kurt: Shawn, it's because I have something to prove. Shawn...I know deep down...you, and everyone else here, thinks I can't beat you. Kurt Angle may be great...but "he's no Shawn Michaels". Which is why at WrestleFest II, I am gonna give you my all, and expect nothing less in return.Shawn smiles yet again, knowing that soon to be, his biggest match will go down in history.Shawn: Kurt, I know all about you retiring... It figures, as soon as "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels makes his official return to the ring, that you'd go and do something like this. And Kurt... I respect you no less for retiring. You've done it all here, and there's one thing left... You and I both know that these people have been waiting for it... Even I, myself, have been waiting for it... Kurt, it is no longer a dream... You and I will meet in that ring... And you and I will go until we have nothing left to give. And at the end of it... I'll gladly outstretch my hand and thank you, Kurt. This night will truely belong to us...Shawn lowers his microphone, that mile-wide grin still upon his face. He politely tips his hat to Kurt, showing him the respect he deserves.Kurt lets out a slight grin, as he stares down into the ring at his soon to be opponent. Kurt: It'll be an honor...Come Wrestlefest II, we will put on a show, unlike anything these people have ever seen before. May the best man win, friend. Kurt begins to walk backwards, as the fans go into an uproar. Kurt keeps his eyes locked with Shawn's, before turning around, and exiting the stage. We cut to the ring, where Shelton Benjamin, Johnny Devine, and Jimmy Jacobs stand, ready for their debut match. The ref calls for the bell, and the match is underway!“Ding, Ding, Ding!”All 3 men lock up at the same time, which leads to a struggle for power. Benjamin quickly drops to his knees, and trips both men. Jacobs and Devine both nip up as soon as they hit the mat, and hit double kicks on the crouching Shelton Benjamin. Devine goes for a clothesline on Jacobs, but Jimmy ducks under it, and goes for a back roll up. Johnny rolls out from it, and bounces off of the ropes, and hits Jacobs with a leg lariat.
Devine springs up, but is simply kicked in the face by Benjamin. Shelton grabs the falling Devine by the back of the head, and drops him with a bull dog. Shelton covers and hooks the leg!“1…2…”Jacobs quickly rolls Benjamin up with an Oklahoma Roll!“1…..2…”Devine pulls Jacobs off of Benjamin, saving the pin. Johnny pulls Jimmy up, and delivers a kick to the gut. Devine grabs Jacobs, and pulls him up for a vertical Suplex, and finishes up by dropping him right on his back. Devine grabs both of Jacobs legs, as if going for a slingshot, but Benjamin grabs Devine around the waists. Shelton throws Devine back with a German, as Jacobs is slingshotted into the ropes. Using his cat-like agility. Jacobs lands on the top rope, and the springboards off backwards, flipping onto the raising Shelton Benjamin! Jacobs covers. “1….2….”Kickout by Shelton! Jacobs stands up, and picks Shelton up to his feet. Kick to the midsection by Jacobs, followed up by an elbow to the back of the head. Jacobs grabs Benjamin by the neck, and runs up the turnbuckle, going for the Contra Code! Jacobs flips over with Benjamin, and drops him with the Code!
Jacobs looks to go for the pin, but Devine picks him up, and starts to drill him with a rush of kicks. Jacobs is backed up against the ropes, as Devine pulls him into the middle, and hits him with the Devine Intervention! Johnny goes up to the top rope, and backflips off, and lands on Jacobs, completing the Five-Star Moonsault!
Devine grabs his stomach, but Gregory Helms rushes in, and quickly delivers a Shining Wizard to Devine! Helms gets Benjamin to his feet, and leaves the ring. Benjamin picks Devine up, and spikes him with the leaping STO! Shelton covers Johnny. “1….2….3!”
Fink: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, SHELTON BENJAMIN!Helms rolls into the ring, and lifts the hand of Benjamin up as we cut to a commercial break A video of Unbreakable begins to play over the titantron. We see the hellacious Tai Pei Match, with both sets of champions retaining. We then see Shane retaining against Kammy. Orton is defeated yet again by Justin Tyger. We then cut to Raven vs Angle, with Kurt winning after an intense match up. “OH OH OH SHAWN!”We see HBK blast down the ramp, and take out the flock, as the two titans of SNME stand face to face.
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 17:57:35 GMT -5
We quickly cut backstage to the interview area. Jeremy Borash stands by with the winner of tonight's Triple Threat Match, Shelton Benjamin and his recently discovered friend, Gregory HelmsBorash: Ladies and gentleman, as you just saw, Shelton Benjamin defeated not one, but TWO men in his debut match here in Saturday Night's Main Event. Shelton, how does it feel knowing that by winning your match tonight you now have the opportunity to be in a qualifying match for a spot in the Money in the Bank match at Wrestlefest?
Benjamin: How do I feel? Borash, the second I walked into this company, I knew I'd be on top. And tonight I proved that. Johnny Devine... Jimmy Jacobs... The two of you were simply stepping stones on my way to the top. And now that thet Gold Standard has a chance to get into the Money in the Bank Ladder Match at Wrestlefest, it's gonna be all about the Benjamins, baby!
Borash: Shelton, what about your friend?
Benjamin: This is Gregory Helms, my new tag team partner! So if ya' didn't know... Now ya' know!
Borash: Well, you heard it, folks! "The Gold Standard" Shelton Benjamin is pumped about getting an opportunity to qualify for the Money in the Bank Ladder Match! Back to you guys at ringside!The camera quickly cuts to ringside, where Joey Styles and Austin Owens are shown.Styles: If you are just tuning in, then you have missed some great things! First we saw "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels adress everyone about why he hit Kurt Angle with the Sweet Chin Music at Cyber Madness. And then we saw Shelton Benjamin win his debut match. What else is still to come?
Owens: Well Joey, by the looks of things, our next match is an Unbreakable rematch of the sorts. We got G. Stone taking on Johnny Magnum, and it's next! Vs. G. Stone vs. Johnny MagnumThe sound of gun shots echo through the arena..."Time of Dying" quickly blazes the arena, bringing the many fans of Johnny Magnum to their feet. The curtain is snatched open as Johnny Magnum comes dashing out onto the stage. He quickly motion to the fans, asking for some noise. The cheers grow louder and louder, and Magnum seems to be pumped up for his match.Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... First, making his way to the ring... Hailing from Oakland, California... Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds... Standing at six feet and one inch... Johnny Magnum!Magnum quickly dashes down the ramp, high-fiving many of his eager fans. He quickly slides into the ring. He runs to the corner, leaping onto the middle rope. Looking out into the crowd, he forms the shape of a gun with each hand, pointing to the air. Flashes go off all around him, capturing his pose. He then hops down, pulling his coat off and tossing it to the outside. He hits the ropes, getting a good feel of the ring, as his music fades away...
Completely deafening the sound of the crowd, Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" blares through the arena. The lights quickly dim as flames begin to shoot up from the stage. A deep red spotlight shines down on the stage as "Hellman" G. Stone tears through the curtains, determined to make Magnum fall victim to him, yet again. With the crowd booing, Stone makes his way out onto the stage. He lifts his hands and suddenly brings them down. Massive flames shoot up, almost engulfing the stage. With the blazing heat radiating through the arena, G. Stone is prepared.[/color] Finkel: And his opponent... He hails from Barcelos, Portugal... He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds... He stands at six feet and five inches... "Hellman" G. Stone!Stone quickly makes his way down the ramp, fans backing away from him. He quickly makes his way up the steps, entering the ring. Magnum stands before him, determined to give him all he's got. The lights slowly return to normal and the action is about to pick up. Magnum motions Stone on, daring him to give it to him. Stone pops his neck from one side to the other, an evil, cold stare upon his face. The bell sounds..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Magnum bounces around, loosening up. He gets into his fighting stance, ready to throw some heavy punches. Magnum swings! Stone catches his fist, twisting his arm. Magnum yells in pain, but he quickly breaks free. Stone lets out a sinister laugh, making a mockery of Magnum. Magnum, standing for this no more, charges at Stone. They lock up! Magnum pushes and shoves, trying his hardest to shove Stone back into the corner. Stone displays all of his strength, shoving Magnum back. Magnum falls to the mat, desperately rolling out of the ring to restrategize.
Stone begins to pace the ring, preparing for Magnum to get back in. Magnum quickly slides in. Stone goes after him. Magnum, using his speed, spins around him. He locks his arms around Stone's waist, nailing him with a take down. Magnum spins over him, pounding him with forearm shots. Stone lifts up, shoving Magnum back. Magnum charges at him... Clothesline! Magnum flips in the air, crashing down to the mat. Stone lets out a roar, letting Magnum know that he is not going to back down. He quickly snatches Magnum up. No! Magnum bursts forwards, drilling Stone with lefts and rights. Stone is stumbling backwards. Magnum kicks him in the mid-section. He hits the ropes... Bulldog! Magnum shoots up to his feet, going wild. The crowd is behind him, cheering for him. Stone quickly gets up, wrapping his hands around Magnum's throat. He lifts him, tossing him into the corner. Stone charges at him... Magnum moves! Magum dives into the corner, drilling Stone with lefts and rights again. He unleashes a fury of blows, trying his hardest to wear him down. The referee quickly intervenes, pushing Magnum back. Backing away, Magnum dashes into the corner again, drilling Stone right under the chin with a knee lift! Magnum is fired up and ready to call it a night. Stone staggers out of the corner... Magnum goes leaps at him.. Gun Sho-NO! Stone catches him, tossing him out of the ring!"One!
Two!
Three!
Four!"On the outside, Magnum slowly pulls himself up. He shakes off the impact from being tossed out of the ring and looks up to see Stone on the top turnbuckle. Stone leaps off... Corkscrew Shooting Star Press!!!Styles: Oh my god!!!
Owens: He hit the Highway to Hell!Both men lay motionless on the outside. Rather than continuing the count, the referee climbs to the outside. He checks on both men, who nod their head to continue the match. The referee quickly slides back in as both men start to move. Stone is to his feet first. He spots Magnum pulling himself up and quickly nails him across the back with heavy forearm shots. Stone rolls Magnum in and climbs onto the apron. He stands there for a moment, catching his breath and preparing for the rest of the match. Magnum lelaps up to his feet. He dashes off the ropes... He slides across the mat, dropkicking Stones feet out from under him! Stone slips off the apron, nailing his chin on it. Magnum quickly slides out of the ring, stomping Stone to the floor.
Magnum pulls Stone up, sending him right into the steps with an Irish whip! Stone crashes into the steps, his back filled with pain. Magnum charges, leaping into the air froa dropkick... Stone moves! Magnum hits nothing and crashes to the floor. Stone slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Magnum up, grabbing him by the back of the neck. He lifts him... Reverse chokeslam facebuster! Magnum rolls over, his face now covered in blood. Stone lifts Magnum up, rolling him into the ring. Stone slides in, pulling Magnum up. he kicks him in the gut. He hooks Magnum's head, lifting him up... JackHa-NO! Magnum slips out... GUN SHOT!!! Magnum flops onto Stone, covering him..."One! Two! Stone kicks out!"Magnum looks to be in shock that Stone kicked out. He quickly wipes the blood from his face, smearing it on the mat. Magnum stands up, desperately thinking of how he can finish Stone off. He pulls Stone up, shoving him back into the corner. Magnum pulls his knee pads down, slapping his knees. He takes off into the corner, leaping into the air... Stone catches him, slamming him down. He quickly pulls Magnum up, kicking him in the mid-section. He hooks him, lifting him up... JACKHAMMER! JACKHAMMER! Stone covers him..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... "Hellman" G. Stone!Stone raises to his feet, as "This Fire Burns" blares through the arena. He looks down at a bloody Magnum, knowing that he has beaten him two times in a row. The referee tries to raise Stone's hand, but Stone shoves him down. Stone slowly rolls out of the ring, making his way up the ramp...[/center] We cut to the interview area where Todd Grisham stands with Sam X.Todd: Sam X, later tonight, you defend that Intercontinental Championship against the fastest rising superstar in SNME. What are your th…Sam grabs the mic from Todd.Sam: Let me stop you right there, and why don’t you go ahead and leave?Sam shoos Todd off the set, and begins to speak. Sam: Brock Lesnar, I may not be the biggest guy out there tonight, but do not let that cloud your vision. Once you’ve stepped into the ring with me, it is like walking into the Tiger’s Cave. Lost in the darkness, slowly being stalked by the predator. Lesnar, you may have that fat little bastard Paul Heyman at ringside, cheering you on with his high pitched bitch voice, but I am still Sam X. I am still the Intercontinental Champion, I am the Evolution of this business. And I AM the PHENOMENON OF THIS WORLD.
Brock Lesnar, prepare to become extinct.X drops the microphone, and walks off.Styles: Well, you heard it, folks, Sam X looks to be pretty confident about his title defense here tonight.
Owens: Woah, what's this?!? Looks like we're getting something from backstage!
Styles: Let's check it out! We quickly cut backstage to Paul Heyman's office. Heyman stands behind his desk, Brock and Big Show backing him up on everything he says. Orton stands before Heyman, looking stressed.Orton: What'd you want to see me about?
Heyman: Orton... When I asked you to be in the Heyman Family, I expected a lot from you. I expected you to do what you do best... WIN! And Orton, you haven't been doing very much of that lately, now have you?
Orton: Look, I just haven't been feeling like myself lately. I've been missing something.
Heyman: Well Orton, looks like you'll really be missing something now.
Orton: What?
Heyman: Orton, you are no longer in the Heyman Family. From this moment, I am kicking you out! Tossing you out onto the streets!
Orton: What?!? You can't do that?!? I just did! And until you prove to me otherwise... I suggest you stay out of my way!
Orton: You'll pay for this, Heyman... And I'll show you who Randy Orton is... You just wait... You'll see.
Heyman: Show... Get him out of here...The Big Show steps forward, ready to get Orton out of the office. But before he can get to him, Orton slips through the door, slamming it shut behind him.Styles: Did you hear that? Heyman just kicked Orton out of the Heyman Family!
Owens: Hear that? Did you SEE that?!? Heyman not only has Brock Lesnar, but The Big Show too!
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 18:03:14 GMT -5
We quickly fade over to an interview recoreded earlier in the night, where Jeremy Borash is standing by with the man that successfully defended his Custom Championship at Unbreakable, Shane Whelan.Borash: Shane, at Unbreakable you did what man men before you couldn't... You defeated Kammy. And not only did you get the win, but you retained your Custom Championship. How did it feel knowing that you beat a woman?
Whelan: Man... Woman... It makes no difference, Jeremy. The fact is, Shane Whelan is still the Custom Champion. Fact is, I am standing here before you all a man of my word. I told Kammy I'd walk out with this belt, and I did just that.
Borash: Well Shane, even though you defeated Kammy at Unbreakable, look who you're facing tonight... John Morrison!
Whelan: Excuse me... Who?
Borash: John Morrison... The Guru of Greatness... The Shaman of Sexy... You know, right?
Whelan: No... I don't know, Borash. But what I do know is this... John Morrison, whoever the hell you are, tonight I am walking out with this belt once again...Whelan raises the title so that the camera can see. He then snarls at Borash before walking off...Borash: Well, you heard it folks. Shane Whelan is feeling confident in his title defense tonight! Back to you guys at ringside! We cut to a locker room where Chris Jericho stands. Jericho watches the monitor, just seeing Shane Whelan and John Morrison go to a Double Count Out. Jericho walks away when he hears a knock at the door. The door opens up as Heyman walks in with Brock Lesnar.Heyman: Ah Chris, how are you tonight?
Jericho: Heyman.Brock stands menacingly next to Paul, but Jericho pays him no heed.Jericho: Can I help you?
Heyman: Yes you can Chris, you can help me, by helping me help you.
Jericho: What does that entail my good man?
Heyman: It is so simple. In exchange for me putting you back on the path to righteousness, you join the Heyman Family!
Jericho: I join your little Family, and I get my World Title shot back?
Heyman: You join my family, and I put you back on track to stardom Chris.
Jericho: Why are you making this so simple? What if I say no?
Heyman: Well, since I am a man of my word, you still are on track for a title shot, but the means of getting it are much more difficult then you could ever imagine. I tell you what, “Y2J”, next week you have a little match. A test, you could call it.
Jericho: Which assclown do I have to make tap out?
Heyman: You see Chris, I was thinking, and with Wrestlefest coming up, we could use a little Wrestlefest Recall! SO next week, your opponent will be….Randy Orton.
Jericho: That little punk?
Heyman: Yes, and please Chris, do a good job in showing him exactly what the Heyman Family can do.Heyman and Brock walk off, leaving Chris with a torn look on his face. Kurt Angle, wearing a heavy burden from his confrontation with The Heart Break Kid, sits on a production table, which stands against a wall in a long, narrow hallway. His Black Dress pants are neatly pressed, covering the top of his black dress shoes. The sleeves to his Black Button Down shirt, however, do not follow this neat trend, as they are rolled up in a messy heap upon his forearms. His hands are pressed hard against the table, as he stares down at the floor.
All of a sudden, the silence is broken by the footsteps of a man drawing near. The footsteps stop, and the camera pans out slowly, revealing one of SNME's newest superstars, Shelton Benjamin. He stands before Kurt Angle, looking down at him. But Kurt doesn't even look up. He continues staring at the floor.Shelton: Kurt, the word going around the locker room is that you will be retiring after Wrestle Fest II. Now that is sad and all, but there are more important manners to be addressed. With your departure from the company, you're going to have to, you know...pass the torch.A cocky smirk befalls Shelton's face, as Angle begins to slowly turn his head. He stares Shelton in his eyes, as Shelton begins to talk once more.Shelton: Now Kurt, when it comes to you passing the torch, who better to pass it to than The Gold Standard himself...Shelton Benjamin?!....Kurt?....Kurt?Angle slowly steps down, removing himself from the table. He lets out a deep breath, and stares Shelton right in his eyes. Shelton still wears his cocky smile, but Angle's face is all business. Kurt lets out a slight smile, but not a happy smile, more of an annoyed smile.Angle: Huh...you know, it is guys like you who make me ashamed to be in this company. New guys, much like yourself, who haven't proven a damn thing, want me to pass the proverbial torch over. You want me to completely ignore the guys who have been at the top for oh so long, and hand it over to your ego. That doesn't fly with me, Shelton. Now if you want me to even consider you, let alone notice you, you meet me in that ring next week. You prove to me first hand, why you are deserving of the "torch". And maybe...just maybe, when I beat some respect into you...you will earn mine.Kurt Angle pushes past Shelton and walks down the hall, as Shelton just stares on, ready to prove himself.Owens: Joey, did you hear that? It's Benjamin and Angle - Next Week!
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 18:10:51 GMT -5
We quickly cut over to the interview area where Maria Kanellis is standing by with Mr. Kennedy.Maria: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with the man who fell victim to Brock Lesnar at Unbreakable, Mr. Kennedy!
Kennedy: What did you just say? Fell victim? Are you serious?Kennedy snatches the microphone from Maria and shoves her off camera.Kennedy: Get the hell out of here! I'll do this interview on my own! Brock, at Unbreakable you got lucky... Your little plan worked. You got Heyman to make it ECW Rules and you had to use weapons to get a win over me. Good job... I'm really impressed... HAH! Not really... But you see, tonight is not about Brock Lesnar... Tonight is about Mr. Kennedy going one on one With a man that I have a lot of history with... Roy Rowe! that's right. Tonight you witness Roy and I going head to head for the what? Tenth time? Hell, I don't even remember. All I know is, that just like the times in the past, I will walk out victoriously. And Roy... Like Sam X has done to you many times in recent memory... I will leave you bloody and beaten! Or my name isn't Miiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssettttttttteeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr Keeeeeeeennnnnnnnneeeeeeeddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!
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KENNEDY!Kennedy drops the microphone and quickly walk soff camera. Maria slowly comes into view, picking her microphone back up. She then looks into the camera, shrugging her shoulders... vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. "The Revolution" Roy Rowe"Headstrong" by Trapt begins to play over the speakers, and "The Revolution" Roy Rowe soon follows. He limps out onto the stage, displaying his pain from being driven through a flaming table for all to see. Roy slowly walks down the ramp, holding his side, as the fans give him a mixed reaction. All of a sudden, Ken Kennedy comes running down the ramp! He delivers a stiff elbow to the back of Rowe's head, sending him face first tumbling down the steel ramp. Roy starts to roll towards the ring, and Kennedy follows, beginning to rip Roy's coat right off of him. Kennedy kicks Roy's stupid Cowboy hat out of the way, and throws his jacket to the side. He mounts Roy, and begins to deliver sick rights and lefts to his jaw and temples.
With bare knuckles, Kennedy drives his fist into the forehead of the self proclaimed "Revolution", opening a cut from Roy's previous death match. Blood begins to trickle out, as Kennedy finally gets off of him. Kennedy drags Roy and picks him up by his hair, and whips him face first into the turn post! Roy stumbles backwards for a few feet, and trips over the steel steps, falling over them backwards. Kennedy walks over to the bell table, and throws the time keeper away. He picks up the black steel chair, and closes it quickly. Roy finally stumbles back to his feet, using the barricade as leverage...
And turns around right into a hard chair shot from Mr. Kennedy! The chair meets Roy's head with a sickening thud, as the crowd cringes in unison. Roy falls face first to the floor, before he is picked up by Kennedy, and rolled into the ring. Blood now lines Rowe's face like a crimson mask, as the referee finally rings the bell, reluctantly starting the match up. Kennedy lifts Roy up, and slaps him in his face a few times, showing a blatant level of disrespect.
Roy stumbles backwards into the corner, as Kennedy approaches, wiping Roy's blood across his chest. He grabs Rowe by the legs and lifts him up, sitting him atop the turnbuckle. Kennedy mounts the ropes as well, and picks Roy up onto his shoulders with a showing of strength. He lets out a loud battle cry, and leaps forward, crashing down hard onto Roy's sternum with a Green Bay Plunge! The impact sends Kennedy back up to his feet, and he stares back down, smiling at what he has done. Roy rolls around, holding his already fire-damaged mid section, screaming in agony. The referee bends down, asking Roy if he wishes to continue, but Kennedy pushes him out of the way. Using only his foot, he cockily rolls Roy out of the ring, and kicks him off of the apron. Roy crashes hard onto the floor, and Kennedy follows.
Kennedy pulls the top of the steel steps off, and throws them across the floor. He drags the lower part across the padded floor, aligning them in between the end of the ramp and the ring. Kennedy drags Roy's limp body up, and pulls him up onto the steps. Kennedy wraps his arm around Rowe's head, and begins to smile maniacally. With one fell swoop, Kennedy rips Roy backwards and slams him down head first with a Mic Check! The crowd falls silent as Roy's head bounces up off of the steel, blood dripping in puddles. Kennedy rolls into the ring arrogantly, and gets directly into the refs face, screaming at him, demanding a count out. Reluctantly, the ref begins to count "The Revolution" out."One! Two! Three! Four!"Kennedy smirks wildly, as he walks back and forth in the ring, wiping the sweat from his brow."Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"Kennedy stops walking, and stands completely still, center ring, with his hands on his hips. He still wears a cocky smirk on his face."Nine! Ten! Ring the Bell!"The bell tolls three times, and "Turn Up the Trouble" begins to blare over the speakers. The referee jumps out of the ring to meet up with the EMT's that have just rushed to ringside. Kennedy stands in the middle of the ring, and hoists his arms into the air. The lights dim, and a spotlight shines down upon him, illuminating a microphone that lowers down on a long chord. Kennedy grabs hold of it, and looks around at the crowd, who are all too worried about Roy to even pay attention.Kennedy: And the winner of this bout...via count out....the man who is single handedly changing Saturday Nights...and single handedly took out "The Revolution"....MMMMMMMMMISSSSSSSSSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!! KENNEDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!Kennedy walks across the ring with pep in his step, and jumps up onto the middle rope. He looks around, taking in the atmosphere, before screaming as loud as he can.
[iKENNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! [/i] Ken throws the microphone backwards, as the lights come back on. He stares down at Roy Rowe and the paramedics lifting him onto a stretcher, laughing his head off. He cackles and smiles, almost as if he were mentally insane. He continues staring down, laughing, as we cut to a commercial break.[/center] The camera cuts backstage, focusing on none other than "Soulfire" Justin Tyger. Tyger slowly walks the halls, whistling to himself. He then stops, slowly turning his head to the left. He looks at a door. A sign on it reading, "Heyman's Office". Tyger quietly leans against it, placing his ear to it. All sorts of strange noises are heard, almost making Tyger gag. He pretends to vommit, but for some sick and twisted reason, he continues to listen."Come on!"
"Show me how it's done!"
"You're no midget!"Tyger's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears the word midget come from the office. Tyger slowly turns the door knob... He, along with the camera, peaks inside... Big Show is seen stuff midgets into a trunk. Heyman looks to be full of excitement, obviously happy about being around midgets. He then hears the creak of he door. Heyman and Big Show suddenly shoot their attention to the door. Tyger falls forwards, collapsing to the floor in front of Heyman. Before Tyger can scurry out, Big Show grabs hold of him, locking him in a chokehold.Heyman: What in the hell were you doing? Huh? Spying on me? Do you know what that will get you? Tyger, I've had it up to here with your crap... Do you hear me?!?
Tyger:(Almost Choking) Don't you mean up to here...Tyger lowers his hand to about the height of an average midget. Heyman suddenly looks furious. He comes out from behind his desk, grabbing Tyger by the face.Heyman: Listen here, you son of a bitch! I'm sick and tired of your crap! You're lucky to be a live after your match with Orton. Hell, I don't neven know how you made it out alive. He's already payging for letting you live. But not only is he going to pay... You are too! Do you understand that, Justin Tyger? Do you?!? Come Wrestlefest, there will be no more Justin Tyger! Now get him out of here!Big Show pushes the door open and slings Tyger out into the hallway. Tyger slams into the wall and holds the back of his head.Heyman: Just wait till next week, Tyger... You'll see... Haha! In the meantime, have fun on Southland!Heyman slams the door shut. The camera zooms in on Tyger, but we quickly fade away...
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 18:13:03 GMT -5
The camera quickly cuts over to Styles and Owens...Styles: As you all know, Wrestle Fest II is only four weeks away. So, over the next few weeks we're going to be taking a look back at some of the great moments and matches that took place at Wrestlefest I.
Owens: So join us in the Wrestlefest Recall as we take a look back at Chris Jericho versus Randy Orton from last year...Jericho runs to the ropes parallel to Orton’s body. Chris leaps onto the second rope, and springboards off. In an acrobatic masterpiece, Chris backflips in mid-air, and lands impactfully on Randy! Jericho almost flies backwards from the impact, and Orton spazzes in pain! Chris hooks the leg!"1…..2…..3!"Orton manages to crotch Chris on the top rope, and puts Y2Js head underneath his armpit. The camera pans onto Randy’s face, and his visage is that of a madman. Suddenly he drops, and spikes Chris’s head onto the mat with a sickening thud. Orton has just spiked Jericho with a top rope DDT! Jericho looks dead as the rest of his body slumps from the top rope, and crashes onto the mat. Orton rolls and pushes Jericho out into the center of the ring where he hooks the limp leg of Chris Jericho."1…..2…..3!"Chris now turns Orton over, and locks him in the Walls of Jericho! Orton isn’t even moving as the ref checks on him. Chris begins yelling for him to tap as the fans energy is just flowing rapidly throughout the arena. The ref sees the glaze in Randy’s eyes as he lifts up Orton’s arm, then releases. The arm falls limp against the canvas. Jericho’s balance and strength begins waning, and he slowly begins letting go of Orton’s legs. The ref drops the arm for a second time, and it again falls limp to the mat. Jericho is on the verge of letting go! The ref raises Orton’s arm a third time, and drops.
The whole arena seems dead as they await the finish. Orton’s arm falls to the mat! CHRIS JERICHO HAS WON! CHRIS JERICHO HAS WON THE MATCH! THE FANS EXPLODE AS JERICHO’S MUSIC BLARES OVER THE ARENA!Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEXT NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, CHRIS JERICHO! |
Styles: Man, what a match. I'm telling ya', if we see a match like that at this year's Wrestlefest, we're going to be very lucky!
Owens: You got that right, Joey. There aren't many matches that can top that right there! [/color] The lights in the arena quickly dim as spotlights shine upon the stage...
“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.[/color] Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Money in the Bank Qualifying match... First, making his way to the ring... Hailing from Gainsville, Georgia... Weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds... And standing at five feet and ten inches... "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles!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 music is suddenly interrupted.
A bell tolls as heavy footsteps haunt the arena...
Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" suddenly blazes through the arena. A blinding headlight shines through the curtain as the roar of an engine is heard. With the crowd going wild, The Undertaker rides out onto the stage on a motorcycle. He stops at the top of the ramp, his fist raised high in the air.Finkel: And the opponent... Hailing from Houston, Texas... He weighs in at two-hundred and ninety-five pounds... And stands at six feet and ten inches... The Undertaker!Undertaker revs the engine and takes off down the ramp. He quickly turns, circling the ring on his bike. As he comes back around he puts on the breaks. Styles looks down on him and seems to almost cower in the corner. Taker looks up at him, an evil smirk upon his face. He cuts off the engine, stepping off the bike. Big Evil quickly makes his way up the steps and into the ring, removing his sunglasses from his eyes, He sends a cold stare right into AJ's eyes, causing him to cower even more. "Rollin" slowly fades away as the sound of the bell is heard..."Ding, Ding, Ding!"Styles slowly creeps out of his corner, swallowing a lump in his throat. Taker steps towards him, and AJ drops to the mat, curling up into a ball. Taker simply laughs, looking down at him. AJ slowly looks up, getting booted right in the face! Taker begins stomping away, putting the boots to AJ. Styles quickly rolls out of the ring, still afraid for his life. Big Evil motions Styles in, backing away from the ropes. Styles cautiously rolls in, getting to his feet. He creeps forward, locking up with Taker! With no hesitation, Undertaker shoves Styles back, sending him crashing into corner! Undertaker charges at him... Elbow to the face! Undertaker begins to unleash fury on Styles, drilling him with multiple body shots. Styles takes punch after punch, finally falling limp to the mat.
The referee warns Taker and tells him to back away. Big Evil slowly backs away, adjusting his bandana. Styles slowly regains himself, using the ropes to pull himself up. Taking no mercy unto him, Undertaker charges into the corner... Big Boot! Styles flips up and over the top rope, crashing to the floor. The crowd goes into a frenzy, cheering for Taker. He quickly paces the ring, preparing for Styles to come back in. Styles slowly pulls himself up with the apron, taking in a deep breath. Rather than waiting, Undertaker climbs out of the ring, drilling Styles with a big uppercut. Styles stumbles back, leaning on the crowd carricade. Taker drills him in the mid-section with a knee and lifts him up. He quickly slams him down, taking the breath right out of him. Styles lays on the outside, holding his ribs. Taker quickly pulls him up, rolling him into the ring. Taker climbs onto the apron. Styles jumps to his feet. drilling Taker with forearm shots. Styles backs away, hitting the ropes. He takes off, diving at Taker... Taker moves, sending Styles crashing right into the crowd barricade!
As Styles lays motionless on the outside, Taker jumps off the apron. He quickly lifts Styles up, placing him on the apron. Taker brings an eblow down onto Styles' throat, once again, cutting off his oxygen. Big Evil quickly climbs onto the apron. He looks around at the crowd, who is going wild. Taker runs across the arpon, jumping up... Leg Dro-NO! Styles rolls out of the way! Taker hits nothing and quickly falls off the apron, holding his leg.
Styles pulls himself up in the ring, smiling at the fact that Taker may be hurt. He quickly rolls out of the ring, as Taker pulls himself up. Styles comes at him from behind... Chop block! Taker drops to one knee. Styles gets in front of Taker, backing away. He quickly runs at him, stepping up onto his knee... BAM! AJ nails Taker right in the face with a brutal kick. Taker falls back, holding his face. Styles quickly rolls in and right back out, breaking the referee's count. Styles pulls Taker up, rolling him into the ring. Styles springs over the top rope... Leg Drop! He covers Taker..."One! Taker Kicks Out!"Styles jumps up, anxious as ever. He quickly sits Taker up. Styles hits the ropes... Dropkick! Styles dives onto him for another cover..."One! Tw-Taker Kicks Out!"Styles is sent across the ring from Taker kicking out. Undertaker quickly gets to his feet. Styles leaps up, flipping in mid-air... Pelé! Undertaker stumbles backwards, hitting the ropes. Styles climbs onto the apron, springing off... No! Taker catches him... He lifts him up... Chokeslam! Styles bounces on the mat, squirming in pain. Taker signals for the finish and pulls Styles up. He boots him in the mid-section, placing him in position. Taker lifts him up... LAST RIDE! LAST RIDE! Undertaker drops down to the mat, covering Styles..."One! Two! Three!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... The Undertaker!As "Rollin" blares through the arena one more time, The Undertaker stands center ring, victorious! He raises his hand, looking down at the fallen AJ Styles. As the referee checks on Styles, Taker climbs rolls out of the ring. He quickly mounts his bike, cranking it up. He revs it up one more time, before taking off up the ramp...[/center] We fade backstage to Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar walking the halls. Brock cracks his neck from side to side, preparing for his big shot at the Intercontinental Championship.Heyman: Brock, this is it... This is your big shot. When you go out there... Leave everything in that ring. Don't come back here without that title... Understood?Brock nods his head.Heyman: Now, before you go out there you've got an interview. So while you go do that I've got to get something from my office. I'll meet you at the curtain before you go out...Brock nods his head again, as the two part ways. The camera follows Heyman as he comes to his office door. He turns the knob, opening the door. He quickly flicks on the lights. Heyman quickly stops in his tracks, noticing someone sitting in his chair, facing the opposite direction. Peaking over the top of the chair is a very familiar cowboy hat..."What? Expecting someone else?"
Heyman: What in the hell are you doing in my office?The chair quickly swivels around, revealing Shawn Michaels. With a smile on his face, Shawn places his boots on Heyman's desk.Shawn: Well... This would be my office a few months ago... And I do own this company... So, the way I see it... I own this office...
Heyman: Is that so?
Shawn: Yeah, I'd pretty much say so...
Heyman: Shawn, I've got no time for your games. The Heyman Family is moments away from striking gold.
Shawn: Well, that's good to hear and all, but Heyman... I just wanted to let you know. "The Heart Break Kid" is back... And things are about to pick up...
Heyman: Well isn't that great to hear... We've done fine without you, Shawn, so why don't you just go back to the rock you came out from under...
Shawn: Ya' know, we never saw eye to eye, Heyman... Now I can remember why you were fired...
Heyman: You absolutely DISGUST ME!
Shawn: My pleasure...Heyman backs out of his office, slamming the door shut...
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 18:17:01 GMT -5
We cut to the interview area where Brock Lesnar stands, ready to claim gold. Todd Grisham holds a mic up.Todd: Brock, we are moments away from your first title match in SNME. What are your thoughts?Brock grunts, then smiles, before powerfully shrugging his shoulders, and walking off the set. Todd shrugs his shoulders as we fade away... The screen fades to a shot of Sam X on the screen. He sits in a chair, facing the camera. “Just Like You Imagined” by NIN begins to play in the background as a Desire video begins to roll.“My name is Sam X, and I am the evolution of this business”We see Sam X with the Intercontinental Title on the top of the ramp, holding it up in the air.
Shot of Sam kicking Roy in the gut, then booting him in the face.We now see Sam X out-wrestling every opponent that he has wrestled.“I am the Intercontinental Champion”We see Sam continuing to perform moves at a world class level, including a montage of Spears and Frog Splashes.
X runs to the ropes, and dives over onto Seth Akira. “Joey Phenomenal…is EXTINCT”We see Sam X standing alone in the ring.“The New Phenomenon…is EXTINCT”Sam slowly looks around him.“Sam X….has EVOLVED”A slow mo shot of Sam raising the Intercontinental Championship in a fuzzy, glittering picture is shown before we fade out. Main Eventvs. Sam X (c) vs. Brock Lesnar (Intercontinental Championship!)We cut to the ring where Howard Finkel stands.Finkel: It is now time for the main event of the evening! The following match up is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship!“Violence Fetish” by Disturbed blares over the arena as Brock Lesnar steps out from behind the curtain. Paul Heyman walks behind him, giving him a brief prep talk.Finkel: Introducing first, the challenger, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 298 pounds, and accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman, this is Brock Lesnar!!!!Lesnar slowly walks down the ramp, until he reaches the ring, where Paul Heyman walks to the other side of the ring. Lesnar leaps up, and lands squarely on the apron, looking into the crowds before him. Brock hoists himself over the ropes, and walks to the corner, where he awaits his opponent.
“Line in the Sand” begins to play over the arena, heralded by the blast of a trumpet. The fans boos begin to drown the music as the Intercontinental Champion, Sam X struts out onto the stage. X slowly looks around at the booing crowd.Finkel: Introducing the champion, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 228 pounds, this is Sam X!!!!Sam lifts his arms in the air, crossed as an X. The champion slowly walks down the ramp, his eyes fixed upon Brock. X rolls into the ring, unafraid of the monster that awaits him. Sam climbs up onto the turnbuckle, and unstraps his championship. He grabs it by the flap, and slowly raises it up in the air, for all eyes to see.
X drops down off the turnbuckle, and hands the IC Belt to the ref. Sam immediately walks up to the monstrous Brock, and gets in his face, or as much as he can of it. The ref raises the Intercontinental Title, and hands it to a ring worker before ringing the bell.“Ding, Ding, Ding!”Sam talks some trash to Brock, before slapping him right in the face with a cold hand. Brock smiles, and with a massive display of power, nearly decapitates Sam with a clothesline. Heyman, on the outside, smiles wickedly at his monster. Brock goes to pick up Sam, and lifts him to his feet. Brock goes for a punch, but Sam ducks, and hits a kick to the back of the knee. Sam continues to kick away at Brock, slowly chopping down the massive tree. With one move stiff kick, Sam makes Brock drop to his knees. X runs against the ropes, then charges forward with a boot to the face of Lesnar. Brock falls backwards onto the mat.
Sam begins to stomp a mud-hole in Brock, and stops at the referee’s discretion. Lesnar quickly gets to his feet, and charges Sam. X tries to get out of the way, but Brock delivers a textbook wrestling takedown on the champion. Lesnar quickly goes for a headlock, but Sam squirms out of the hold. X grabs Brock around the head, going for a facelock of his own, but is quickly surprised as the 300 pound monster starts to rise up. Sam quickly falls over Brocks head, and pulls him down with a Sunset Flip!“1….2…”Lesnar easily powers out of the roll up. Sam gets to his feet, and charges Lesnar, but is met by an unrelenting boot to the face. Brock grabs Sam, and spins around, throwing him with a modified belly to belly Suplex! Lesnar grabs Sam, and lifts him , horizontal to his chest. Lesnar slams Sam down onto his knee, rib first. Brock picks him up, and slams him again. Lesnar picks him up, and slams him down a third time. Brock then picks Sam up, throws him on his shoulders, and slams him down with a Samoan Drop! Brock covers Sam.“1….2…”Sam kicks out at 2. Brock smiles at the competition, and lifts the rag-doll like Sam up to his feet. Lesnar delivers a gut busting kick, then picks Sam up onto his shoulder. X slips off, and grabs Brock by the waist. Sam goes for a German Suplex, but Lesnar counters, and spins around Sam. Brock throws Sam over his head with a German Suplex of his own, but Sam flips over and lands on his feet. Lesnar turns around into a stiff elbow by Sam. X backs Lesnar up to the ropes, and whips him across the ring, but Brock reverses the momentum, sending Sam flying into the ropes. X comes rebounding back with a perfectly executed spinning wheel kick, which knocks Brock to his back.
Sam quickly gets up, and hits a standing moonsault on Brock, before hooking the leg. “1…..”Brock powers out of the moonsault, sending Sam flying to the mat. X looks desperate as Brock simply shrugs every move of his off. Lesnar gets to his feet, and charges Sam, but X leaps over Lesnar, causing him to crash into the turnbuckle shoulder first. X goes for a German Suplex, but Brock pushes him off, then walks over to Sam. Lesnar grabs the champion by the head, and headbutts him violently, before whipping him into the ropes. X comes bounding back into a dominant spinebuster by Brock, which nearly shatters his back. Lesnar smiles violently, and refuses to cover Sam. Lesnar picks X up, and pushes his head inbetween his legs, as Heyman looks on gleefully from the side. Brock flips Sam up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, but X pushes off, and brings Brock’s head down onto his knees! Lesnar bounces back onto the mat, as Sam goes over to the turnbuckle, and hoists himself up onto the top rope. X leaps off, and hits a frog splash! Sam goes for the cover, but Heyman distracts the referee long enough. Finally the ref goes for the count.“1…2….”Lesnar kicks out at 2! Sam looks furious, and points at Heyman with a destructive look on his face. Sam goes outside, and begins to chase Heyman around the ring. Lesnar slides out of the ring, awaiting Sam. X comes bounding around the corner, and into a massive clothesline by Brock! Lesnar picks Sam up, and tosses him into the ring like a paperweight. Brock rolls into the ring, and picks Sam up. Lesnar lifts him up onto his shoulders, seemingly going for the F5. X counters with a crucifixion pin!“1…2…”Brock rolls through, and has Sam up on his shoulders still. X grabs onto the top rope, refusing to let Brock F5 him. Lesnar gives up, and lets Sam down. Brock whips him across the ring, causing Sam to rebound back with lightning speed. Lesnar goes for a military press, but X kicks Brock in the head in mid air! Sam quickly rolls to Brock’s head, and locks in the Guillotine Choke! Sam rips away at Brock’s head, trying to get him to tap out. Heyman leaps up onto the apron to distract the referee. BROCK TAPS OUT! WAIT! THE REF DOESN”T SEE IT! Sam X lets go of Lesnar, and walks over to Heyman, who he decks in the face, knocking him off of the apron. Lesnar comes up from behind, and lifts Sam up onto his shoulders, but X slides off. Sam lifts Lesnar up onto his shoulders, facing upwards, and using every muscle in his body, drops him head first with the Burning Hammer! Sam signals to the top rope, and slowly begins to climb. X marks out his target, and gets ready to leap. As he is in mid air, flipping for the Shooting Star Press, Brock gets up, and catches Sam in a bear hug! Lesnar quickly transitions Sam onto his shoulders, and hits a massive F5! Lesnar covers!“1….2…..3!”
Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, BROCK LESNAR!Brock ended Sam’s streak! The IC Title is handed to Lesnar, who lifts the title above his head, while standing over the limp Sam X. Heyman rolls into the ring, and raises Brock's hand. Both men exit the ring, and walk up the ramp as the camera sees Sam laying in the middle of the ring. The SNME logo wipes across the screen, and we fade to black.Copyright ©2008 Saturday Night's Main Event Inc.
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Post by taker on Apr 5, 2008 18:33:06 GMT -5
New IC Champ, the End of a Revolution, and the Money in the Bank just got a little more tougher to win.....
Great show guys. Can't wait for next week.
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Post by ajstyles on Apr 5, 2008 18:43:48 GMT -5
Damn, I guess the whole comedy thing doesn't work for me...
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Post by taker on Apr 5, 2008 18:45:47 GMT -5
Damn, I guess the whole comedy thing doesn't work for me... No, it was that your RP was a clusterfuck. You can keep the comedy, but focus on TWO things. Focus on the match, the opponent, not Shelton Benjamin or something different.
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Post by "The Rated R Superstar" Edge on Apr 5, 2008 19:03:32 GMT -5
Fun show. Congragulations to everyone and there wins. A special congrats to Brock Lesnar, for winning the Intercontinental championship!
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Post by Brock Lesnar on Apr 5, 2008 19:13:31 GMT -5
WOW, I won the IC title. This is a great win for me. I can't wait to start the Age Of Lesnar. LOL. Great show guys.
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Post by jimmyjacobs on Apr 5, 2008 19:24:59 GMT -5
Awesome Show Guys, I dont get why Gregory Helms came out in my match, but still an awesome show.
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 19:32:27 GMT -5
Helms is Benjamin's new partner. And Shelton asked us to have Helms get involved.
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Post by Shelton Benjamin on Apr 5, 2008 19:35:02 GMT -5
You don't get it, my well kept secret just so happened to be SNME's best kept secret, Gregory Helms. lol but anyways good job everybody, and congrats to the winners, good job Lesner , but hey... Am I wrestling my MITB qualifying match next week or Kurt Angle?
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Post by Brock Lesnar on Apr 5, 2008 19:37:11 GMT -5
Because Helms is Benjamin's surprise.
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Post by ajstyles on Apr 5, 2008 19:53:34 GMT -5
Clusterfuck? I try to come up with a different approach from the same promos in some dark room, the woods, or a random bar and you need to flame my rp?
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Post by taker on Apr 5, 2008 19:56:43 GMT -5
It's called criticism. Obviously you don't know the difference.
Criticism: "You need to focus more on this/that/your match"
Flame: "Your RP sucked you blow LMFAO kthnxbi"
I dont believe I outright bashed your RP, but I told you what was wrong with it so you can do better next time.
YOU flamed ME. "Some random bar". Like its supposed to be an insult. Undertaker is a BIKER, its a BIKER gimmick, so maybe he is in a BIKER bar.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Apr 5, 2008 20:15:46 GMT -5
Styles, STFU. Undertaker gave you some critism so you can improve! Good God man.
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Post by ajstyles on Apr 5, 2008 20:58:57 GMT -5
I can accept criticism, but why call it a completely unnecassary word like "clusterfuck" at the beggining? And your calling me talking about the bar a flame?
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Post by Theodore Long on Apr 5, 2008 21:45:57 GMT -5
Shelton, you will be facing Angle on the next show. The following week will be your MITB qualifying match.
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