Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on May 13, 2008 0:24:45 GMT -5
Saturday Night's Main Event: Road To Wrestlefest Tour!
Live! From The Super Dome in New Orleans, Louisiana!
5/10/08
A 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 Super Dome in New Orleans, Louisiana! 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: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event! As always, I'm Joey Styles alongside my broadcast partner...
Owens: Austin Owens, baby! Joey, I don't know about you, but I am ready to get this night kicked off. Last week was one hell of a show, and a lot went down. We saw the return of "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels as he defeated Gregory Helms.
Styles: Owens, I still cannot believe Kennedy turned on Jericho like that.
Owens: Well Joey, when you want gold... You'll do just about anything! And I got a feeling, it was Heyman who put Kennedy up to turning on Jericho.
Styles: I wouldn'y doubt that for one second. Paul Heyman is a slimey... Manipulative... Creepy... God, I can't even begin to explain everything he is. Let's get this thing started...
Suddenly, a massive display of fire works explode on the stage. A five appears on the titantron, as it begins to count down...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Another explosion of fireworks blast from the stage as "Break The Walls Down" begins to blares through the arena. With the fans cheering their heads off, the silhouette of Chris Jericho is cast upon the stage. He stands there with his arms held out. He quickly pumps his elbows into his sides as he spins around, revealing himself to the crowd. With a slight smirk on his face, Jericho makes his way down the ramp. He slaps a few eager hands and makes his way up the steps. As Jericho enters the ring, he motions for a microphone. He quickly takes it, as the ring is paced back and fourth.
Jericho: Ya' know, last week I was put into the main event without a partner. That assclown Paul Heyman decided it'd be nice to put me against his took buffoons, Big Show and Brock Lesnar. However, he did allow me to find my very own tag team partner... And what da ya' know... The man that I just so happened to choose stabbed me in the back. Kennedy, I thought I could trust in the ring with Brock and Show... Seeing as you had your ass handed to you by Brock not too log ago at Unbreakable... Guess I thought wrong, huh? I guess that slimey scumbag Paul Heyman got to ya'... I guess he kissed your ass enough and said he'd give you whatever you want, huh? Well... Kennedy, you best bring your sorry excuse for a lack of charisma ass out here! And while we're at it, Brock... Bring you brain washed, gorilla look alike ass out here too!
Kennedy!!!
Kennedy's music quickly blares through the arena as the curtain is slung open. With a smile upon his face, Kennedy makes his way out onto the stage. He quickly motions for his music to cut and pulls a microphone from his back pocket.
Kennedy: Chris, now I'm sure you're upset about last week and all... But let me tell you, it was strictly business. You see, Chris... It wasn't a personal thing. I just wanted my chance at a title shot. It's only been how long? Since October? Chris, you've had your chances... It's my time to shine. It's my time to get a shot at that gold. And when Heyman asked me to show him how bad I wanted it... There was one thing to do... And that my friend, was to turn my back no you, Chris!
Jericho: Is that right? You decided to stick your nose up Heyman's ass and do his dirty work, huh? Well I'm proud of you, Kennedy. I'm real proud of you! Because you did something you're going to regret last week... You turned your back on me... And you sold your soul to the Devil... Kennedy, I don't care what it takes... You will pay for what you did!
Kennedy: Woah, woah, woah... Chris, like I said... It was business. You know what it takes to get title shots around here. Why the hard feelings?
Jericho: Kennedy, I suggest you...
"Violence Fetish" blares through the arena, as the curtain splits once more. Brock Lesnar makes his way out onto the stage. He snatches the microphonw from Kennedy, taking center stage.
Brock: Jericho, Heyman is sick and tired of hearing you whine... So I'm out here to do something about it!
Jericho: Bring it on assclown... Come on, the both of you!
Jericho tosses his microphone down as he snatches his t-shirt off. Brock and Kennedy take off down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Even though they can't stand eachother, Brock and Kennedy agree to work as a team. They quickly jolt forward going for Jericho... The lights cut out!
Lazers shoot out across the arena, as "The Final Countdown" blares through the arena. The lights begin to flash like strobes. They suddenly come back on. Brock and Kennedy turn around... Bryan Danielson springs into the ring... Springboard Clothesline! Brock and Kennedy get to their feet, but Jericho and Danielson begin to give it to them. Jericho clotheslines Kennedy over the top, as Danielson does the same with Brock! The fans are on their feet cheering as Jericho and Danielson high-five in the center of the ring. Brock and Kennedy high-tail it up the ramp, quickly avoiding anymore of a beating.
Styles: Are you seeing this? Bryan Danielson and Chris Jericho just cleaned house!!!
Owen: Joey, what have we gotten ourselves into? This night just started of HUGE! I can't wait to see where this leads to...
Johnny Nitro vs. Fit Finlay vs. The Rock
(Triple Threat Match!)
MNM’s music hits as Johnny Nitro comes dancing out on stage, without his side kick and girlfriend. He smirks as he cockily struts down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and waits for his challengers.
As Finlay’s music hits, the fans go into boos as the man who loves to fight comes out carrying his Irish stick. He rolls into the ring, aiming the stick at Nitro, who puts his hands up, shaking his head. The ref snags the stick fron Finlay and throws it aside.
The fans erupt with cheers as the Rock bursts from the curtain. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, pointing at the two cocky men who stand in the ring already. Rock chuckles at them, and rushes up the steps. He poses on the turn buckle, before getting attacked by Finlay and Nitro.
"DING! DING! DING!"
Finlay and Nitro takes turns stomping on The Rock. Nitro throws Finlay off, who looks ticked off by the antic. Finlay wraps his arms around Nitro’s waist, and sends him crashing down with a German Suplex. He picks up Rock, and throws him over the rope, causing him to crash on the outer mats. Nitro rolls up Finlay!
"1…2…Kick Out!"
Nitro pushes his hair back in fury, as he continues to stomp away at Finlay. The Rock is slowly climbing up the turnbuckle, but is stopped by a massive drop kick from the “A-Lister”. Johnny picks up Finlay, and crashes him down for a DDT. He jumps up and taunts his opponents and the crowd. He jumps up and gives Finlay a massive leg drop.
"1…2…NO!"
The Rock interupts it. Nitro rolls away, as The Rock sees an opening. He rips off his elbow pad, sways his arms back and forth… he bounces off the ropes, again…! Clothesline by Nitro… NO! Rock ducks, Rock Bottom to Johnny Nitro! People’s Elbow to Finlay- no! Finlay rolls out of the way! Finlay rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, he throws it into the ring. The ref yells at him and picks the chair up, but Finlay has the Shillalieigh! SMACK! Nitro is out cold! Finlay ditches the stick. He covers Nitro…
"1….2….3!"
NO! Nitro kicks out JUST IN TIME! Finlay screams in anger. He jumps up and picks up The Rock. He picks him up on his shoulders… Celtic Cross!
"1…2….KICK OUT!"
Finlay remains calm. He slowly climbs the turnbuckle, waiting for The Rock to get up… Finlay leaps off the turnbuckle…SMACK! The boot of Johnny Nitro connected to Finlay’s face! Nitro jumps up, smiling at his move. The Rock flips him around, right! Left! Right! He hooks the arm! ROCK BOTTOM!
"1…2…3!"
ROCK DID IT! He leaps to his feet and raises his hand high. BAM! Rock is taken out from behind by Joey Mercury! Mercury puts the boots to Rock, killing his back. Nitro rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He waits for Rock to get up…POW! Smack in the head. Nitro lays down the chair. Mercury lifts the Rock on his shoulders, Nitro grabs Rock’s head and lays him out with the Snapshot!
Finaly pulls himself up… Nitro picks up the chair again and smacks him on the head with it, causing him to fall limp to the ground. The two put the boots to Finlay. Melina rolls into the ring, smiling like crazy. Hornswoggle, Finlay’s little helper rolls into the ring and hugs her leg. She tries to fling him off, as she screams! Nitro turns around and yanks him off of her. He throws him into the turnbuckle, causing him to get knocked out cold. Smiling, Nitro tells Joey to throw him up on his shoulders. He does so, and they lay Hornswoggle out with the Snapshot!
MNM stands, cockily smiling as the three lay lifeless in the ring. SNME fades to commercial.
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The camera cuts backstage to the door leading into the parking lot. Sam X comes in, welcomed by a rally of hate chants. He ignores them and continues walking, dragging his suitcase behind him. He wears a bandanna over his hair, and shades over his eyes. Before even taking five steps into the arena he is ambushed by an interviewer.
Interviewer:X! X!
With an eager look, the interviewer beckons for Sam's attention. Sam sighs and raises his eyebrows.
Interviewer: Sam, have you heard the news on your Wrestlefest opponent?
Sam X: First of all, you do not approach Sam X like that ok? You need to earn your place here, so that I don't have to put you in it. Rather than bombarding me with questions as soon as I get here, you should be asking me if I would like some coffee or something.
Interviewer: Coffee, right.
The scrawny man turns away to go fetch Sam's beverage. Before walking off Sam grabs him by the collar and yanks him back.
Sam: NOT NOW YOU MORON. What is the huge news that made you huff and puff your ass here to tell me about?
The Interviewer loosens his collar and clears his throat.
Interviewer: Someone backstage has been spreading rumors that someone not currently on the roster is coming BACK at Wrestlefest Two, just to "shut you up"
Sam X: Spare me the dramatics, who's coming?
Interviewer: Well I don't know exactly.
Sam X: Ok, who is spreading the rumors?
Interviewer: I....I don't know.
Sam X: Wow, you're pushing all the wrong buttons pal. Is there ANYTHING, anything at all, that you do know?
Interviewer: No sir, I was just told to address you on the situation.
Sam adjusts his shades and looks straight ahead.
Sam X: What's your name little guy.
Interviewer: Alex Straffer.
Sam X: Alex?.... Alright Alex. Extra cream and sugar in that coffee.
Sam walks off rolling his luggage behind him leaving Alex behind. He tries to speak up, but stumbles over his own words.
Alex: Y..y..yes sir.
The scene opens to Todd Grisham in the backstage interview area with a mic in his hand.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I come to you with words from a man, who tonight faces a man who has seemed to get the better of him a few times in the past, Jeff Hardy.
The fans cheer as the camera zooms out to reveal Jeff standing confidently along side Todd Grisham.
Jeff Hardy:Thanks Todd. As you just stated, I'm going to be facing someone who I am no stranger to. Edge and I have had a few run ins in the past, but this one is going to be different. Both of us have evolved in our own way. While I was out, Edge also made his own little return. found quick success and easily made his way into the Money In The Bank, However, that is not the only thing that happened in my absence. I watched SNME from the sidelines for a while, waiting until the day I would come back and show the world what I am capable of. Edge, by defeating you in just a few short minutes from now, I will prove that my time away was not a waste. I will prove that all the training and preparing I did, made me a better man. A better athlete.
Todd Grisham: No doubt we are seeing the rise of a new Hardy, how will this come into play during the Money In The Bank Match-Up?
Jeff Hardy: I think I found the perfect mix Todd, below this focused, intent Jeff Hardy, there is still the part of me that loves that wind in my hair as I leap into the sky. The Money In The Bank match is PERFECT, for me to show what I can do. As I have waited to do for a long, long time now. Tonight is a messege to everyone in that match at Wrestlefest II. Edge, I'm sorry you had to get caught up in the cross fire.
Jeff walks away with stern face. Grisham is left holding the mic out, and turns to the camera.
Todd Grisham: Well, you heard it here ladies and gentleman, Jeff Hardy is a new man, and intends to prove it here tonight.
"Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy vs. "Rated [R] Superstar" Edge
"Metalingus" by Alter Bridge suddenly blares through the arena. The lights suddenly dim as fog engulfs the stage. As strobe lights begin to flash along with the song, "The Rated R Superstar" Edge comes sprinting through the curtains. He goes from one side of the stage to the other, getting a good look at the slam-packed arena.
Howard Finkel: First, making his way to the ring . . . Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada . . . Standing at six feet and five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds . . . He is "The Rated R Superstar" . . . Edge!
Edge begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping the hand of an occasional fan. He then slides into the ring, crawling across the mat. He quickly leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and raises both arms high in the air. Getting cheers from the few Edgeheads in the crowd, Edge jumps down with a smile on his face. He quickly pulls his coat off and tosses it out of the ring.
A familiar sound takes over the arena as the lights begin to dim. A purple glow covers the stage as Jeff Hardy comes dashing through the curtain. Moving his head and body to the music, Jeff begins to feel the beat of the music, getting himself psyched up. The crowd begins to cheer as the song grows heavier.
Howard Finkel: And the opponent . . . Hailing from Cameron, North Carolina . . . He weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds . . . He stands at six feet and one inch . . . He is . . . Jeff Hardy!
Jeff suddenly dashes down the ramp. He quickly makes his wya around the ring, high-fiving the many adoring fans. He then leaps onto the steps. Jeff quickly enters the ring and runs to the corner. He leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, posing for the fans. He then hops off, where he runs to the opposite corner. Jeff leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, posing once more. Flashes go off all around the arena, capturing the moment. As Jeff is about to hop down, Edge charges at him, nailing him across the back with a double axe-handle.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Edge hammers away on Jeff in the corner, but the referee quickly pulls him off. Hardy shakes off the blows and quickly charges out of the corner. He leaps onto Edge, pummeling him to the mat. Jeff unleashes on Edge, drilling him with a fury of lefts and rights. The referee quickly pulls Jeff up, and he runs to the corner. Jeff points to the fans, who are going wild for him. Jeff hops down. Edge comes charging... Drop toe-hold! Edge slams face first into the middle turnbuckle! Edge turns around, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Jeff springs up... Dropkick to the face! Jeff pulls Edge out of the corner, covering him...
"1... 2... Kickout!"
Edge kicks out as quick as he can. Jeff quickly gets to his feet, pulling Edge up. He whips him across the ring. Edge ducks a clothesline... He hits the ropes... Jeff ducks a clothesline from Edge... They come charging at eachother... Double Clothesline! Both men go down hard, but they quickly begin crawling to the ropes. Jeff uses the corner to pull himself up... Edge comes charging across the ring... Spear! No! Jeff, leap frogs over Edge, causing him to nail the steel post. Edge staggers out of the corner... Jeff kicks him in the mid-section... Twist of Fate! Jeff covers him!
"1... 2..."
The referee suddenly stops counting, pointing to Edge's foot on the ropes. Jeff slaps the mat and quickly gets to his feet. He stomps Edge and drags him to the center of the ring. He quickly goes to the top. He does the Hardy taunt and leaps off.. Swanton Bom-NO! Edge rolls out of the way... Edge covers him...
"1... 2... 3-NO!"
Hardy kicks out just in time, and the crowd is going wild. Edge gets to his feet and goes to the corner. He crouches down, preparing for the finish. He motions for Jeff to get up. Jeff slowly gets to his feet. Edge charges... Spear-NO! Jeff leaps out of the way! Edge comes to a screetching hault. Hardy dashes across the ring... Clothesline! Jeff charges into the corner. He leaps up onto the top rope... He leaps off, twisting in the air... Whisper in the Wind! Edge is down and Jeff is going crazy. He climbs to the top once more... He taunts one last time and leaps off... Swanton Bomb! Jeff covers him...
"1... 2... 3!!!"
Jeff leaps up, running to the corner. As the fans cheer for him, "No More Words" blares through the arena once more. Edge slowly rolls out of the ring, angered by his loss. He quickly goes to ringside, snatching up a chair. He slides into the ring... Jeff turns around... Boom! Chair shot! As Jeff stumbles back into the corner, Edge begins to wail away, drilling Jeff over and over with chairshots. Referees quickly rush the ring, pushing Edge back. They take the chair from Edge, demanding he head to the back as we cut to commercial break...
We quickly cut backstage to see Brock Lesnar and Kennedy storming down the hall. They both shove open the door leading to Heyman's office. Heyman looks up in shock, spilling his coffee all over the desk.
Heyman: What in the fu** are you two doing? Don't you ever bar...
Lesnar: I don't want to hear it, Heyman! You saw what happened out there. I went out there to do your dirty work. And what happened? That punk Danielson got involved! Make it happen, Paul. I want Danielson tonight! In the main event!
Kennedy: Woah, woah, woah! I want the main event! Book it, Paul. Mister Kennedy versus Chris Jericho! You can't get any better than that.
Lesnar: I don't think so, Kennedy. I'm getting Danielson! You can have Jericho in the main event some other time!
Kennedy: Oh yeah!
Heyman: Shut the hell up! Both of you!
Heyman jolts up, slinging his coffee mug across the room. As glass shatters everywhere, he slams his hands on his desk.
Heyman: The both of you better listen, and you better listen up damn good! Neither of you are getting a one on one match in the main event. In fact... I've got a better idea. Since you two seem to want to argue also, how about I put the two of you together against Chris Jericho and Bryan Danielson! Now if that's not good enough... Then that's just too dman bad! Now get the hell out of my office!
.......NOW!!!
Kennedy and Lesnar lock eyes, knowing that they can't stand eachother. They then quickly leave, following Heyman's demand.
"Insane" Shane Whelan vs. "Hellman" G. Stone
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.
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... First, making his way to the ring... Hailing from Barcelos, Portugal... Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and forty pounds... Standing at six feet and five inches... "The 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. He does an X with his arms then he bends his arms and lighting bolts strike the ring. The ropes, stage, ramp, the floor around the ring and the ring are cover by flames so as G Stone's jacket. He takes the hood from the head then he rolls his eyes upwards, leaving just the whites of his eyes exposed. He takes the jacket on flames and throws it out of the ring .He goes up to the corner and he extends his arms. He sits in the corner and waits for his victim.
“Almost Easy” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over the sound system. The lights slightly dim, a single spotlight shining upon the stage. Through the curtain Shane Whelan steps out. He looks from left to right, looking on at the thousands upon thousands of fans, some cheer and some booing. Whelan slowly makes his way down the ramp, cocky as ever.
Finkel: Making his way to the ring... He hails from Wildwood Crest, New Jersey... "Insane" Shane Wheeeeeelan!
He slaps hands with a few lucky ladies who seem to be in love with him. He quickly runs up the steps, entering the ring. Whelan runs to the corner, climbing to the middle rope. He looks around at the sea of fans. He then points to his tattoo, smiling Shane and Stone stare across the ring at one another, ready to fight it out.
The two men stare each other down, trying to get into each other’s heads before the match. As Shane’s music ends, the referee calls for the bell. Shane runs fast over to Stone, who ducks under. He turns Shane around and beats him down with a few stiff rights. Stone whips Daniels into the ropes and drops him with a Back Body Drop. The fans seem to like what they are seeing. Stone starts to stomp around the ring before running over to the ropes and hitting a perfect Hell Drop on the downed Shane. He hooks both of his foe’s legs and the referee goes to count.
“One…Two...”
The match continues on after Shane kicks out from the pin. Stone puts a smirk on his face and raises Whelan to a vertical base. Shane receives a hard, loud, Knife-edged chop from The Hellman. Stone hits another one, and another one… And another one. Whelan has been backed up into the corner, which is a dangerous position to be in. Stone pulls off some violent kicks to the gut before placing Whelan on top of the turnbuckle. Stone climbs up himself, but is met with a huge elbow. Stone staggers for a moment until Whelan pushes G Stone down onto the mat. Shane stands up atop the rope and taunts. Daniels leaps off and attempts for a Moonsault, but this end badly. Stone rolls out of the way and the fans are raging. Whelan writhes in pain on the mat, which is a great opening for Stone. Of course, he capitalizes and gets to his feet. Stone puts Whelan on his feet and knees him in the gut. Stone hooks both arms and lifts Shane in the air, dropping him down onto the mat with a Full Nelson Facebuster. The Hellman hooks both of Shane’s legs and the referee counts it.
“One…Two…Thre”
NO! Shane recovers from the facebuster just in time to roll his shoulder off the ground. Stone does not like this and he gets up. He starts looking really angry and starts to stomp around once again. He moves his arms up and down, insinuating Shane into getting up. Once he does, Stone hits a beautiful Jumping heel kick enzuigiri on Shane. Whelan falls like a lumbered tree, which creates applaud from the fans. Stone gets up and hits a Strong Lariat Takedown on Shane. Stone gets up once more and once “The Insane” gets up, he bounces off the ropes. G Stone hits his signature Spear on his opponent. The fans are all ecstatic as Stone goes for the win.
“One…Two..”
Shane gets hit foot on the ropes and. Stone turns around at the fans and then steps up the turnbuckle. He goes up top and taunts Shane to get up. Once he does, Stone leaps off and hitting a Spinning Elbow Takedown on Shane. Stone has an amazing amount of momentum and he gets up. Next, he cockily pins Shane, which may not be the best move.
“One…Two…”
Stone doesn’t pick up the win quite yet as Shane fights back. Stone looks shocked, as do the spectators in the arena. Stone gets up onto his knees and starts punching Whelan as hard as he can. However, he is taken over by Shane, who manages himself on top of Stone. He starts pounding Stone’s head with shots and then slams it repeatedly into the ground. Back up, he is now taunting everyone he can see and is fired up. Shane Whelan starts dropping his foot all over Stone repeatedly. He has had it and is now looking to finish the match. Jericho gets up and hits a Standing Monkey Flip on his opponent. He isn’t going to let Stone breathe as he motions on into a Reverse STO.
Shane is getting even more fired up and he picks Stone up and places him on his shoulders. He throws “The Hellman” off and hits a Double Knee Gut buster. The fans all cringe from the site and Shane looks to capitalize. He lays on top of Stone and the pin is started.
“One…Two…”
Stone rolls out of the pin before losing. Shane gets really cocky and stands up, standing over Stone. He chokes G Stone out, but gets tossed into the ropes. Stone moves up and the fans all pop. He runs to the opposite ropes and drives his knee into Shane’s back. He slams Whelan backwards and then brings him to his feet. Shane fights back with a left, a right, and another left. He leaps onto Stone’s shoulders and attempts for a Hurracanrana. Stone holds on and tries not to flip over. He places Shane on the ground and reverses the move into a slightly modified Hell Lock! The cheer for Stone has grown ever so louder than before and he locks the move in fully. Shanes’ face is clearly flushed with pain and he resists tapping as long as he can. The fans are all booing him on to tapping. Finally, he taps out and succumbs to the Hell Lock!
The camera opens up to Chavo Guerrero on the phone. The camera man is hidden on the other side of Chavo's room, filming through the slightly cracked door. Chavo speaks in a hushed toan on his cell phone.
Chavo: Yeah?
He pauses for a second.
Chavo: Why the shades?
The audience listens on in curiosity, Chavo unaware of their presence.
Chavo: Sounds like a plan holmes, you know my modo, if you're not cheating, you're not trying. Just don't blame me if there's nothing left of him for you at Wrestlefest two.
There is a sudden buzz in the audience as they try to depict who is on the other line.
Chavo: By the way, how did you get my number? ..........Hello?
Chavo holds the phone out in front of him to check the connection, then closes the phone shut. The camera man slowly backs out as the scene fades to black.
"Time To Play The Gaaaaaame!"
The crowd goes wild, and every peron in the audience spring up to their feet. The cheers almost drown out his theme music. Triple H comes out seconds after, and the audience turns to a frenzy of disgusted boo's. Hunter, unable to stand on his own is being dragged from behind the curtain by "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton. Orton wears a smile on his face, while Triple H wears a crimson mask. The blood drips down his face and splashes onto his bare chest. Orton continues dragging the bloodied body into the ring. Randy props Triple H up against the turnbuckle sitting him down with his head wobbling to the side. Orton throws his arms out like wings and lifts back his head. The fans still yell at the top of their lungs, wishing death upon the legend killer. Orton is still smiling, even as he signals for a microphone. His demand is quickly met and the music is cut.
Orton: Is this the best you could do for me? Triple H? It's Wrestlefest, I deserve to be in the title chase. Not facing some retired glory hog trying to take a seat in my spotlight. As you can see, The game is no match, for Randy Orton. I did all of this in just a matter of five minutes. If there is enough left of him to step in the ring at Wrestlefest, then I guess I'm just going to have to do it again live. After Wrestlefest however, I demand that I be put back in the title picture where I belong. In fact, just to get my messege across, I brought Triple H out here so you could see the end of his beating broad casted on television.
Randy Orton drops the mic and starts toward triple H who is now on his hands and knees. Orton prepares to sprint at Triple H and knock his head off. Before he can strike, the audience is struck with an uproar.
The audience cheers as The Roy walks from behind the curtain in a black leather jacket and matching cowboy hat. He already has a mic in his hands as he walks towards the ring, wearing the same smile we saw on Orton just moments ago. He slides into the ring and gets in Orton's face.
Orton: What the hell are you...
The Roy: AH, its my turn to talk Randy. You obviously have a problem with facing Triple H at Wrestlefest, and I damn sure have a problem with people like you.
Randy: People like me?
The Roy: Yes, people like you soiling the name of professional wrestling, because for some reason you feel the need to make everything personal. You can never just go out there, have a good match shake hands and walk away. It's because of people like you that I wrestles two months with a several severe injuries, and it is because of people like you that I was FORCED to walk out on SNME. But ya know what? In 12 days, I will be medically cleared, and ready to compete at the biggest spectacle in SNME history.
A group of medics rush out with a stretcher to tend to Triple H. Orton turns around to try and prevent such happening but is stopped in his tracks. The Roy grabs him by his shoulder and turns him back around. The medics proceed with taking away the bloodied legend.
The Roy: Hey, you look at me when I'm talking to you boy.
Orton: Let me get this straight. You want a match against me at Wrestlefest? That isn't a problem. Hell, you bring me the papers and I'll sign em right now. But are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable jobbing out to Sam X? I mean, that is what you do here. Isn't it?
The Roy turns his head and smiles, trying to bite his tongue on the matter.
The Roy: That's some pretty tough smack you're talking over there. Especially for a man who's been here twice the time I have, and hasn't had half as many main event matches.
Orton: Whoa whoa whoa, I'm in the main event all the time, what the hell are you talking about?
The Roy: All the time huh? When was the last time you had a decent singles main event?
Orton:The last time I.....
Orton stops mid sentence. The audience laughs as they realize what is going on. The grin on Roy's face grows.
The Roy: Go ahead, tell us Orton.
Orton: You know damn well who it was against.
The Roy: I do? How would I know? OH WAIT, that's right. It was against me. But my memories a little faded, why don't you refresh me on what exactly happened that night.
Orton begins to huff and puff. The audience ridicules him and it all begins to be too much. Orton drops the mic and swiftly leaps into the air. He grabs The Roy by the head trying to land an RKO but The Roy shoves him off. Orton turns back around in shock and is met with his own RKO delivered by The Roy. Orton lays flat on the ground with the audience erupting once more. The Roy stands up and brushes off his coat. He then picks up the mic, with the smirk still carved into his face.
The Roy: Yeah, it pretty much went just like that.
"Headstrong" By Trapt plays again as The Roy stands tall. He hops out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp. Once at the top he turns to acknowledge the fans and sink in his hearty return.