Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 2, 2008 3:54:50 GMT -5
Dark Matches:
vs.
"The Cocky" Bryan Baldwin vs. Petey Williams
WINNER: Bryan Baldwin!
vs.
Samoa Joe vs. AJ Styles
WINNER: Samoa Joe!
vs.
"The Cocky" Bryan Baldwin vs. Petey Williams
WINNER: Bryan Baldwin!
vs.
Samoa Joe vs. AJ Styles
WINNER: Samoa Joe!
Saturday Night's Main Event: Redefined TV!
Live! From The Key Arena in Seattle, Washington!
5/31/08
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 Key Arena in Seattle, Washington! The camera searches through the sold out crowd as they cheer. As the camera takes a view of ringside, almost the entire Saturday Night's Main Event Roster stands outside the ring. In the middle of the ring sits a lottery machine, filled with everyone's name.
As a harbinger of the devil himself, "Tearing Away" rips through the speakers. "The Evil Genius" Paul Heyman slowly makes his way out onto the stage, pelted with boos from the thousands of fans in attendance. As Heyman basks in the hatred directed at him, he makes his way down the ramp. Heyman quickly makes his way up the steps and takes his place in the ring. With a microphone in hand, he cuts his own music off...
Heyman: Thank you... Thank you all for the hatred to give me... Without it I don't know where I'd be in this world... So truly... Thank you! Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I can get down to business. Rumor has it that I've come up with a tournament... Well, the rumors are true! My brain has been working away, coming up with one hell of a tournament. You've all taken witness to the great ideas I've come up with... The Hardcore Cup... Prison Break... And now... The King of the Jungle Tournament. Now, I know you all loved the pure brutality of the Hardcore Cup, but I must inform you... The King of the Jungle Tournament is different. There won't be any kind of crazy stipulations to matches. No gimmicks. Straight wrestling. Afterall, that is what you're here to see... So... With that known, let's get on with things... Sixteen men will be chosen... The first round will take place tonight and on next week's edition of Saturday Night's Main Event. Now, for the sixteen competitors...
Heyman spins the lottery machince, mixing all the balls up. He then opens it up and reaches in...
Heyman: Sam X! ..... Jeff Hardy! ..... Johnny Magnum! ..... "The Superbeast" Brandovirus! ..... "Hellman" G. Stone! ..... The Roy! ..... Gregory Helms! ..... Curt Hennig! ..... Mister Kennedy! ..... Triple H! ..... Shelton Benjamin! ..... Samoa Joe! ..... The Rock! ..... Bryan Baldwin! ..... Steve Austin! ..... Donal McQuillan!
The sixteen men that were chosen slowly enter the ring, surrounding Heyman.
Heyman: I'd like to congratulate you all for being selected. It is a great honor for you all to be in this tournament. I wish you all the best of luck... But remember... Eight of you will be competing tonight...
"Tearing Away" rips through the arena once more, as Heyman drops the microphone...
Styles: Well, you heard it, folks... The King of the Jungle Tournament begins TONIGHT!
Owens: I cannot wait to get this thing started, Joey. This tournament is gonna be great!
The fans are taking backstage where Grisham stands next to Johnny Magnum in the interview area.
Todd Grisham: Hello ladies and gentleman my name is Todd Grisham and I am standing here with your NEW, SNME custom champion, and one of the first to compete in the first round of the first ever, King Of The Jungle Tournament, Johnny Magnum!
The audience cheers they're new champion, being cut off by Todd's words.
Todd: Johnny, last week you told the world you would walk out of WrestleFest Two as the champion, and you did exactly that. How does that gold feel sitting on your shoulder?
Magnum takes a look down at the title, then back up at Todd.
Magnum: Todd, this title has already become more than just an accessory, it's more like a part of me, like I couldn't take my next breath if I lost it. I feel like it's been there my entire life, only now, everyone else can see it too.
Todd: Well congratulations once more, but Wrestlefest was last night, and SNME is now. This week you're competing against one of seven other men. What are your thoughts going into this match up?
Magnum: Thoughts? Hm. Well, in a match like this there is no way to prepare. You have no way of knowing exactly what to expect out of an opponent with no name. The best thing to do is hit a few of the usual stretches, grab a coke and wait for it to happen. Although I don't think it is very fair to the audience to make so many random events happen in one match. It isn't good for advertising purposes ya know? So here's what I am going to do, I'll make each and everyone of my fans a little promise.
Magnum looks into the camera, winks and flashes a quick smile.
Magnum: Yes, tonight I will face one of seven men. I guarantee that no matter it is, one of seven men will fall victim.........TO THE GUN SHOT!
Magnum looks intently into the camera before walking out of view. The camera zooms into Todd Grisham wearing a blank face, before fading to black.
Johnny Magnum vs. Jeff Hardy
(Non-Title!)
As we return from commercial, Magnum and Jeff Hardy start off with a classic lock up. Jeff shoves Magnum and leaps up to hit a drop kick. Magnum is repelled off of the ropes and retaliates with a hard clothes line, knocking Jeff Hardy flat down on his back. Magnum stomps Hardy a few times before letting him stand back up. Magnum kicks Jeff in the back of his legs, knocking him back down to his knees. Magnum springboards off of the middle rope and drop kicks Jeff in his head. Jeff lays on the ground rolling in pain as Magnum looks down at him. He picks Jeff up by his multi colored hair and looks straight into his eyes before delivering THE GUN SHOT!!!!. Magnum gets a quick cover.
1.............2.............3.
Magnum's music hits and he is handed his Custom Championship.
Howard: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.....JOHNNY MAGNUM!
Johnny's music hits the P.A and he stands in the center of the ring smiling. The fans cheer him on as he enjoys the victory of a quick match.
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The camera cuts ot Chris Jericho, making his way down the hall. With a cocky smile on his face, he walks with a new swager. As he comes to a door, he quickly pushes open the door to Paul Heyman's office. Heyman jerks his head up, scared by the sudden burst into his office.
Jericho: Thought you could screw me over at Wrestlefest, huh? Well, Heyman, looks like I'm always one step ahead of you. Your goon, Brock Lesnar, couldn't stop me from winning a title shot, and neither can you.
Heyman: Oh, I can't? I can't stop you from getting to the title? I may not be able to completely stop you... But I can... DELAY you from getting to the title. Yeah, you see... You're not going to use your number one contendership for Rumble in the Jungle... Oh, no... It's not that easy, Chris.
Jericho: Heyman... You just try and stop me...
Heyman: I already have... I've already given the title shot for Rumble in the Jungle to someone... Just wait and see... Maybe Brock could use an opponent for Rumble in the Jungle...
Jericho: You son of a bitch! You want to throw your goon at me again? Well I'll make damn sure Brock Lesnar NEVER.... EVER! .........Steps back into a ring after Rumble in the Jungle!
With anger flowing through him, Jericho shoves everything from Heyman's desk, sending everything to the floor.
The camera is set to the scenery of the SNME parking lot, filled with over a dozen high price cars. A pitch black 67' Mustang pulls up in the center of the lot. Every fan in the arena is hushed, waiting for someone to exit the smooth ride. After the lights in the 'Stang go out, the front door opens. Joey Leone steps out to a quick response of thunderous raging boo's by all of the fans. Leone is dressed in the usual faded blue jeans, the usual affliction T-shirt, and even the usual arrogant grin. All seems normal, except for one new addition to the look of Joey Leone. One outstanding detail, impossible to over look. Draped over his should, is the sparkling gold World Heavy Weight Championship, fresh off of Kurt Angles waist. Leone snickers while looking towards the arena. As Joey shuts his door, he pops the trunk. He quickly grabs his bag and heads in towards the door of the arena.
YOU SCREWED ANGLE! YOU SCREWED ANGLE! YOU SCREWED ANGLE!
Those words are chanted repeatedly loud and clear by every SNME fan, as the camera fades to black.
King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1
Donal McQuillan vs. Curt Hennig
(King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1!)
As we cut to the ring, Donal McQuillan awaits his opponent...
"Perfection" blares through the arena, as "Mr. Pefect" himself makes his way through the curtain. Closely followed by Bobby "The Brain" Heenan, Hennig makes his way out onto the stage with a cocky swagger. Chewing gum as usual, Hennig makes his way down the ramp; Heenan coaching him all the way down. Hennig quickly jogs up the steps and enters the ring, laughing at Donal. Hennan, yells across the ring at Donal, telling him that he is about to get a taste of true perfection at its best. As Heenan climbs out of the ring, Donal shoots across the ring. Perfect moves out of the way, sending Donal crashing into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe-hold. Perfect quickly pulls Donal to his feet and hammers away at him in the corner. As the referee pushes Hennig back, he spits his gum right in Donal's face. He charges through the referee, going right for Hennig. Hennig nails him in the stomach and places him in position... Perfect Plex!
"1... 2... 3!"
Finkel: Here is your winner... "Mr. Perfect" Curt Hennig!
Hennig lets go of Donal and pulls him to his feet. He quickly tosses him out of the ring, as the fans begin to boo him. "Perfection" blares through the arena once more, as Hennig and Heenan make their way up the ramp, victorious.
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The camera cuts to a door labeled "Brock Lesnar" However, we don't see the name long before the door is kicked open. Lesnar stands up quickly and is met by Chris Jericho. Jericho and Lesnar stand nose to nose. Directly beside them is a small wooden table with a glass lamp in the center.
Jericho: What the hell.......did you think you were doing? Do you realize what you have cost me? DO YOU REALIZE WHAT HAVE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME?!?
Lesnar: Let's just say, I had a bad night, and needed to blow off some steam.
Jericho: You had a bad nigh.... listen to me you over sized baboon, I dont give a damn if you're having a good night, a bad night, a drunk passed out wake up next to your best friend in a speedo under the sheets night, or a best damn sleep you ever had with a cold night! YOU DO NOT.....interfere in my matches.
Lesnar: I have my reasons...
Jericho: AND JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY.
Lesnar: You really don't know? Do you not remember the matches that led up to Wrestlefest?
Jericho: I'm not here to play twenty questions with you ass clown, I'm here for answers so either you start making sense, or I'm going to start breaking teeth.
Lesnar: Is that so?
Jericho: You're dam...
Jericho is cut off as Lesnar picks him up by the collar of his shirt and places him against the wall. Jericho grabs the glass lamp and smashes it across Lesnar's skull. Lesnar falls down, dropping Jericho. Jericho uses the wire from the lamp to wrap around Lesnar's throat, nearly turning his whole face purple. As Lesnar stands up, knocking Jericho down, five different SNME officials run in the room to break up the fight. Three hold back Lesnar, as the other too retain Chris Jericho. Both men try desperately to get back to one another. The camera fades to black as The officials yell for the camera to be shut off.
King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1
Brandovirus vs. Steve Austin
(King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1!)
The match writer assigned to this match has not turned it in yet, but I will reveal the winner.
Winner: Brandovirus!
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“So what is it going to be than, eh?”
As Brando makes his way up the ramp, a familiar voice echoes through the arena as a cool chill fills the arena air. The cameras pan the arena looking for the source of the proverbial voice. Suddenly, the man is spotted. He hangs up high near the rafters on a small ledge that looks down upon the whole arena and the man standing on this ledge is none other than Scott Levy.
Scott Levy: Welcome to my heaven. For awhile now, I have warned all of Saturday Night Main Event of my arrival, yet it seems it went by unnoticed. For as I feel it is necessary to say again, SNME’s Anti-Chris is upon us. But I am here to only launch a warning this week. I have returned for the bitva for bog is upon us. Just please, watch my goober and let my goloss be heard for if you ignore it, the great hand will be wrapped around all of your gorlo. For SNME is no longer a safe haven! Little do any of you realize, you all must die to be saved. You can look to the heavens, but it is too late to pray now. An Anti-Christ is upon us and a gathering is coming home.
Scott Levy lifts up his arms horizontally and tilts his head back as we fade to commercial break.
The camera pans around the jam packed Key Arena in Seattle, Washington, catching a few glimpses of the ruckus fans who throw up signs and scream in excitement, before the arena falls quiet.
The lights dim slightly, turning into a deep red. Suddenly, "Coming Home" by Alter Bridge rips through the arena intensely, the riffs pouring out of the speakers. From beyond the curtain walks a man. His head is held high and the World Championship lay draped over his shoulder. He is Joey Leone.
Joey begins to casually strut down the ramp, clad in stylish jeans and a leather jacket. Mid way, Leone stops, looking to his left. Fans scream profanities and boo him with every passing second, causing him to look away in disgust. He looks to his right, only to be met by the same flurry of boos. Joey drops his head and smiles cockily, before continuing down the steel platform. Instead of entering the ring upon arrival, Joey makes his way around it. He walks slowly, with a blatant arrogant pep in his stride, just pissing the fans off even more. Leone reaches the time keeper and snatches a microphone from his table. Ordering the time keeper to get the hell out of his way, Leone grabs a chair, and slides it into the ring, following it inside.
Joey picks the chair back up and unfolds it, setting it down dead-center of the ring. Leone looks around at the sea of angry and disgusted fans, before taking a seat, drawing the microphone to his mouth.
Leone: I don't know why you are all booing me...I don't know why you all hate me oh so much. I mean, I did you all a favor. And this is how you repay me? I did something that no one else could do. I beat...
The fans disapproval reaches a higher level as they cut Leone off with much more heated boos and chants. Joey leans forward in his chair, growing angry.
Leone: I BEAT!...Kurt Angle. I did in 5 minutes what no one could do in 10 and a half months. I rid the wrestling world of a virus...a disease...and I gave the World Title a new home...a much more deserving home...a better...home. And oh...how I enjoyed it so.
Joey leans back in his chair, amused by all of the hate.
Leone: I enjoyed...beating...bloodying...dismantling...Kurt Angle. When I held his head in my hand, and bashed him over the skull over...and over...and over...with the buckle to my belt...I got that rush. I got that feeling that one can only be graced with when he achieves something grand. And when I sent his limp body through the air...and I covered his bloody carcass with my boot...I knew....oh I knew. I knew that I was back where I belonged. I knew that I had just achieved something grand. I knew...that I was home...
Joey lays his head back and smirks wildly, before his moment is interrupted by the roaring cheers of the crowd.
"Turn up the Trouble" blares throughout the jam packed arena, as Leone's head jerks upwards. Joey turns his head slowly, staring at the stage, setting his eyes on the sight of Ken Kennedy. Kennedy dons dark blue jeans, a tight black shirt, and his usual arrogant look. Kennedy draws the microphone in his hand up to his mouth, but his cut off by the champion.
Leone: Just what in the hell-
Kennedy: Calm down there sport, no need to get all psycho on me, staring me down like that. I'm just out here to tell you what everyone else doesn't have the guts to say. Joey Leone...you're nothin', man. Before you left you were nothin'...and even now that you're the World Champion...you're nothin'. All you've done in your career here is bitch and moan about no one respecting you, and how you were held down by Kurt Angle. News Flash! Kurt Angle being in the main event didn't have anything to do with you not getting the push you wanted...it was the fact that you weren't any good!
The fans begin to laugh and cheer, while in the ring Leone gets out of his chair. He walks slowly to the ropes and leans over them...staring a hole right into Kennedy.
Leone: Kennedy...that is some big talk coming from a man who has never held a World Title in his career. From where I'm standing...it looks as if you're not the one with gold around his waist...are ya'? I am...
Kennedy: Joey, Joey, Joey...kid, ya got lucky. You caught a man who was on the top of his game for 10 months of his career, while he was worn out from the biggest match of his career. Ya caught a man who could barely stand on his own two feet...and you cheap shotted him with a weapon and your fancy little contract. What you did was nothing more than a highway robbery, and-
Leone: Kennedy...you wanna talk about Wrestlefest?! You wanna go there? How about we talk about YOU? Kennedy, if memory serves me correctly, which it does, you were the man, who got his ass handed to him by an over the hill has been. You were the man that got beat, on the grandest stage of them all. So what makes you think you can come out here, and threaten me?! The WORLD Champion. Kennedy, you're a never-will-be that got beat by a has-been...whats going on inside your head that makes you think you can come out here and talk down to me?
Kennedy looks around at the crowd, scratching his chin. His smirk disappears and is replaced by a look of sheer intensity, as he drops his mic and heads towards the ring. Leone backs up behind the chair, as Kennedy slides in. Kennedy kicks the chair aside and gets face to face with Leone, throwing his arm in the air. His microphone comes shooting down from the rafters and the crowd goes wild, as he catches it and begins to speak.
Kennedy: Kid...if you've been watchin' from the back at all tonight you'd know that Chris Jericho can't get his title shot at Rumble in the Jungle. So that leaves you with no opponent. But you're not getting off easy, no no. So don't worry about whats going on in my head...worry about how you're going to spend your first and last week as champion. Because at Rumble in the Jungle...ONE man...is leaving with the gold around his waist. And his name...is MIIIIIIIIIIISSSSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Kennedy looks Leone dead in his eyes, creating a tension that could be cut with a knife.
Kennedy: KENNE-
Before he can get his name out, Leone drops his World Title and decks Kennedy with a hard right hand. Kennedy stumbles back, before rushing forwards, exchanging blows with the champion. Security rushes from the back and out of the crowd, headed for the ring. Two groups of five men try to squeeze between the brawl, separating both men. Kennedy manages to escape from Security's grasps, knocking them all over to get to Leone. Leone rushes forwards, but Kennedy catches him with the Mic Check! Kennedy rolls out of the ring as Leone clenches his head, and heads up the ramp. He bends down to pick up the mic he had dropped before, and draws it to his mouth.
Kennedy: KENNEDYYYYY!
Kennedy drops the microphone as his music begins to play. He stares down the ramp and into the ring at Joey Leone, who stares back, holding his title and grasping his head. The men continue their fierce stare down as SNME goes to a commercial break.
King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1
Shelton Benjamin vs. G. Stone
(King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1!)
The writer of this match has not turned it in yet, so I am going to reveal the winner.
Winner: G. Stone
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King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1
Mr. Kennedy vs. Gregory Helms
(King of the Jungle Tournament: Round 1!)
The match writer assigned to this match has not turned it in, but I will give the winner.
Winner: Mr. Kennedy
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"Final Countdown" By Europe hits the PA. and the audience explodes for the Intercontinental championship. Danielson comes behind the curtain with an intense look. He is in the perfect mindset for his match and refuses to lose concentration. He walks down the ramp without the ussual recognition of the fans and hops over the top rope. He stands on the second turnbuckle and lifts up both hands. The fans cheer his name, as he closes his eyes to absorb the moment. Danielson's music fades out as he grabs a mic. He begins pacing back and forth in the ring, staring up the ramp.
Danielson: LEONE! LEONE! What you did last night, that was a disgrace to this entire business, everybody in the back, and most importantly of all, ME!. Last night, I busted my ass to get this Intercontinental championship. I busted my ass to get what I deserved. Unlike you, EARNED my championship. All you did was come out, and pick up the scraps of one of the most historical title matches of all time. And honestly, it sickens me. Tonight, I am going to show you what a real man can do in this ring. I am going to show you, what a TRUE champion is capable of. Leone, you've done alot of pretty messed up things in this business since you've been here, but last night, you pissed off the wrong person.
Danielson slams down the microphone causing a loud slamming noise to pound out of the speakers, followed by a screech. The American Dragon looks up the ramp, beckoning the arrival of Joey Leone.
Main Event:
Joey Leone vs. "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson
(World Heavyweight Champion vs. Intercontinental Champion: Non-Title!)
The lights dim slightly, turning into a deep red. "Coming Home" by Alter Bridge rips through the arena intensely, the riffs pouring out of the speakers. From beyond the curtain walks a man. His head is held high and the World Championship lay draped over his shoulder. He is Joey Leone. Joey begins to casually strut down the ramp, clad in long black trunks with some sort of silver design on the sides. Mid way, Leone stops, looking to his left. Fans scream profanities and boo him with every passing second, causing him to look away in disgust. He looks to his right, only to be met by the same flurry of boos. Joey drops his head and smiles cockily, before continuing down the steel platform. Joey slowly makes his way up the steps, eyeing his opponent. Leone enters the ring, standing in his corner. The World Heavyweight Championship hangs there, shining brightly.
Joey removes the title from his shoulder, draping it down beside him. He stares hard at Danielson, slowly raising the belt for everyone to see. Danielson suddenly dashes across the ring, drilling Leone in the face with a stiff forearm shot. The belt drops to the mat, and the referee sounds the bell...
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Danielson and Leone begin unleashing upon eachother with stiff blows to the face. Each man takes a shot from the other, absorbing as if it's nothing at all. Danielson quickly ducks a shot, twisting Joey's arm into a reverse hammer lock. Danielson wrenches away, but Leone quickly sends him across the ring and into the ropes. Leone leaps into the air, kicking Danielson right in the face. As Danielson rolls to his feet, Leone stands across from the ring, challenging him. Danielson challenges him back, and they both slowly take center ring. They get nose to nose, yelling right in the others' face. Leone pulls his fist back and swings!
The arena goes black... Not a single light shines throughout the building. As the lights flicker back on, Danielson and Leone look around to see the referee laid out. Leone turns around to a shot to the face with the World Heavyweight Championship from Kennedy. Danilson goes after Kennedy, but he quickly slides out of the ring. Danielson, not wanting to cover Leone, pulls him to his feet. With his concious nearly kiling him, Danielson nails Leone with the Dragon Suplex. As the referee comes to his senses, Danielson shamefully covers Leone, who is still knocked out from the shot to the head from Kennedy...
"1... 2... 3!"
Danielson slowly stands up, taking his Intercontinental Championship. He looks over at Kennedy and shakes his head in shame. As Danielson rolls out of the ring, Leone sits up, his eyes staring a hole straight through Kennedy. As Leone snatches up his title, Kennedy backs up the ramp, a smirk on his face...
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