Post by Stasis on Feb 17, 2011 2:46:20 GMT -5
The pyro for Monday Night Raw erupts from the stage, engulfing the structure in smoke and light, sending the Thy WWE fans into raptures. The camera pans across to the stands, which stretch high into the upper sight of the camerea, where fans hold up a variety of signs from “You Cheated Fella!” to “We’ll miss you Jonny”, all while Raw’s familiar theme plays while the location (Memorial Stadium, Baltimore, Maryland) is displayed on a graphics plate at the bottom of the screen.
Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night Raw! Which is being held in the Memorial Stadium in Baltimore, the largest independent city in the United States, and what a show for these 20,000 lucky fans to be attending!
Don Chuckles: I know, right? These guys get to see the new World Heavyweight Champion give that old has-been Shawn Michaels an ass whooping!
Phil Latio: Sheamus’s official title may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but he’s no champion in my book. Jonny somehow managed to retain against Robin in a hellacious match and then Sheamus waltzes out and gets his own match, it wasn’t fair!
Don Chuckles: Fair? It isn’t fair that they gave me a job beside you! But we have to get on with it, just like these fans are going to have to deal with the fact that Jonny Freeman, the rockstar is dead and the era of the Celtic Warrior has begun!
Phil Latio: Well nonetheless, Sheamus goes up against Shawn Michaels, The Icon, The Showstopper; the very man that Sheamus grew up in Dublin watching. Sheamus balanced wrestling in Ireland with cycling miles upon miles every day to go to work just to pay the rent so he could get into the ring with guys like this. But it seems to have gone to his head and Sheamus may be suffering from overconfidence in a match that HBK could use to really assert himself on a night when a new authority figure will be revealed.
Don Chuckles: I can’t wait, the anonymous GM has kept his lips sealed on that one and he’s taken us all by surprise by appointing a “Director of Raw”, someone who will have the power to make on the spot decisions and can only be superseded by his two superiors, our GM and Vince McMahon himself.
Phil Latio: And he’s going to be debuting tonight!
Phil has barely finished his sentence before the arena sound system comes to life with one simple word of greeting, which seems pretty appropriate considering the occasion,
HELLO
The voice of Diddy echoes throughout the arena as “Hello, Good Morning” plays through the P.A system and the air fills with anticipation, both the announcers and the thousands lining the stands are quiet with eager expectation, all of them sucking in their breath at once.
Phil Latio: Well it seems that our new Raw Director will be gracing us with an appearance right now!
The Thy WWE fans aren’t sure whether or not they should be booing their new Raw Director, so the reaction is a largely positive one. Slowly, a strawberry blond haired man with his straw like hair styled across his forehead swaggers out, wearing a two piece pin striped suit with a flashy red tie. The new director seems pleased with the ovation he is getting from the crowd and draws back his lips to reveal pearly white teeth as he smiles and waves at the stands. He makes his way down the ramp leisurely, looking like he’s already too comfortable with the power he has on the show by wasting as much time as he likes.
Don Chuckles: I’m beginning to like this guy already….
The new Raw Director wears a conceited smirk on his face as he pauses at the foot of the steel steps and looks over to a fan with a Heartbreak Kid t-shirt on and shakes his head while looking down on him. The fan immediately stops cheering and looks confused by condescending manner of the Raw Director. After stating his disapproval of the fans dress sense, the new director laboriously makes his way up the steel steps and once again pauses, this time at the ring post.
Phil Latio: This guys is in no rush.
Don Chuckles: You said it! He really knows how to make an entrance.
The Raw Director flashes a smile and pumps his arm in the air, receiving a much more mild reaction with a touch of jeers. He does it once more and the Baltimore crowd go quieter.
Don Chuckles: How dare they jeer him! This man is the new Raw Director and the fans haven’t even given him the chance to introduce himself. Typical.
Phil Latio: But Don…
Don Chuckles: Typical.
Once more he raises his arm and the crowd boo slightly, which appals the extravagantly dressed man on the steps. Suddenly his warm, sparkling eyes and welcoming smile withdraw into a furrowed brow and a pair of pursed lips, burning white with fury as he presses them against each other with aggravation.
Phil Latio: He didn’t like that one bit.
The new director’s mood has taken a turn for the worst and he decides to procrastinate no longer. In one fluid movement he bows down low and slips in between the top and middle rope before snatching the microphone out of the ring announcers hand grumpily.
Phil Latio: Oh boy…
Raw Director: How dare you……..
The crowd go silent and watch the titantron, which has an up close shot of the new Raw Director, whose nostrils are flared and azure eyes are wide with fury for the crowd, who had the audacity to boo him.
Raw Director: I’m Rick Speedwagon! How can you delusional ingrates have the cheek to jeer me!? I travelled down here all the way from my home in Toronto, Canada to come see you people in Baltimore and this is how you greet me? You should all be ashamed.
Don Chuckles: You’re damn right they should.
For the most part the Baltimore crowd are silent, listening intently to this impeccably dressed and well presented man make his first impression on them, however others have become vocal already, booing Speedwagon.
Rick Speedwagon: You see, your GM was sat at home one day and he realised that he needed to assert an image of himself on to you people, and I’m sure he thought long and hard. Should he be a badly groomed, weird smelling old aggro like McMahon? Should he be represented by an old stammering has been like Bret Hart? Should he recruit a well spoken woman like Stephanie McMahon? And while these are all viable options, he made the smart choice…..he decided to pick an outrageously handsome, charismatic, intelligent natural leader…..and do you all know who he picked?
Rick Speedwagon: That’s right, he picked me. Now whenever someone says blah blah blah GM this….GM that…..this pretty face is going to be plastered into your minds and he really has made a safe bet utilizing my talents. But I’m sure you’re wondering, what does Rick Speedwagon offer? What are his talents? What should I think when I hear the name: Rick Speedwagon.
Rick’s familiar grin has returned to his face as he stares up into the heavens proclaiming his name as though he were addressing a god.
Phil Latio: This guy can’t get enough of himself.
Don Chuckles: I know Phil, neither can I.
Rick Speedwagon: Rick Speedwagon is…well ladies, he’s that hunk you can’t seem to stop daydreaming about in work, he’s the guy you know is so damn good, you splutter your words and make an idiot of yourself. Rick Speedwagon is the man that everyone wants to be, he’s an alpha male and he’s the only man alive who can call themselves the total package. Well apart from Lex Luger….but come on, who cares about that guy? In his case it was only a name, for me it’s a reality. After all, when I’m on camera, nothing matters but my perfectly formed face, chiselled jaw and scintillating physique. Ladies and Gentlemen if you aren’t satisfied with what you see right here before you, I suggest that you do two things. Number one; get your eyes checked, I mean come on….
Speedwagon lowers the mic and points both of his hands inwards at his chest with a cocky look plastered on his face.
Phil Latio: I think I’ve heard enough, this guy is a complete egomanic.
Don Chuckles: Aw Phil, you’re just jealous because you’re not a perfect man and you don’t have chicks melting over you left, right and center.
Phil Latio: Oh gimme a break…..
Speedwagon holds his pose and ventures around the ring, flaunting in all four corners of the ring before he’ll return to his speech.
Rick Speedwagon: Number two; deal with it, because Rick Speedwagon is going to be here for a long time. I was contacted some time ago by your GM and he was extremely eager to sign me, he was practically begging, slobbering at my heels and I couldn’t turn him down and disappoint everybody by not appearing on TV. I’ve been perched over this company for some time, waiting for my chance to swoop down and make this place my roosting ground. And I’m happy to say that I’ve done just that. You see I’ve arrived at the opportune time, that reject Jonny Freeman has left my promotion along with plenty of others who were likely to be jealous of my sagacious nature for the wrestling business and all things in life, but with them gone……I have this place all to myself.
Speedwagon smiles with delight while the crowd assail him with jeers, but he doesn’t seem to care anymore and he basks in the attention.
Phil Latio: Rick Speedwagon sure is some piece of work.
Rick Speedwagon: Why don’t you all admit it now? You can’t get enough of me, already you crave Rick Speedwagon, I’m like a drug and you’re all waiting for your next fix, your next chance to jeer me. You people may not like me; and that feeling is very much mutual, but mark my words, Rick Speedwagon is a maverick and I will pioneer an unprecedented change here in Thy WWE, I will lead you all into a new epoch, under my name!
Phil Latio: I can’t think of anything worse.
Rick Speedwagon: Now my first order of business is regarding the World Championship. As you all know, the current champion is Sheamus and h……
Speedwagon is interrupted mid-sentence by the intense boos for Sheamus.
Rick Speedwagon: Shut your damn mouths! The more you interrupt, the longer this will take. Now; as I was saying, your new world champion, Sh- you know what, never mind his name. Your new world champion has managed to win the belt at the perfect time, it seems that all of the major opposition have departed the company and he’s left to bask in his own glory while the rest grovel below him, well that’s not how I operate. As much as I respect Sheamus’s resour…..
Rick Speedwagon: I SAID, as much as I respect the resourcefulness of Sh- our new champion, I think we need a new contender. Now I’m very much a follower of the principle: “Survival of the Fittest” and as you can see, that’s obviously never been problem for me in life…
Speedwagon cracks a smile and receives a loud, negative reaction for it.
Rick Speedwagon: Oh come on, you all wish you could be me.
Phil Latio: He’s so self-absorbed that he can’t even make the announcement!
Don Chuckles: Wouldn’t you be the same if you were him?
Rick Speedwagon: Now getting back to the point, I will run this show by the philosophy of survival of the fittest and that saying is well applied to what I’m organising tonight. For you see, tonight, there will qualification matches for a tournament to crown the next number one contender! A handful of skilled wrestlers will go toe-to-toe to see who will emerge the greatest and most worthy of facing Sheamus at our next pay per view event!
The crowd cheer for the statement, excited for the matches and also out of relief, for they believe that Rick is finally finished with them.
Phil Latio: What an announcement……now that we’ve finally heard it…..
Speedwagon nods at the crowd, acknowledging their sudden vivacity.
Rick Speedwagon: I know, I truly am a mastermind. Now I know how much you all want me to stay here…….
Rick Speedwagon: But I must go, there is business that must be taken care of.
Phil Latio: Thank goodness……
Don Chuckles: There goes a great man……..
HELLO
[/b]Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night Raw! Which is being held in the Memorial Stadium in Baltimore, the largest independent city in the United States, and what a show for these 20,000 lucky fans to be attending!
Don Chuckles: I know, right? These guys get to see the new World Heavyweight Champion give that old has-been Shawn Michaels an ass whooping!
Phil Latio: Sheamus’s official title may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but he’s no champion in my book. Jonny somehow managed to retain against Robin in a hellacious match and then Sheamus waltzes out and gets his own match, it wasn’t fair!
Don Chuckles: Fair? It isn’t fair that they gave me a job beside you! But we have to get on with it, just like these fans are going to have to deal with the fact that Jonny Freeman, the rockstar is dead and the era of the Celtic Warrior has begun!
Phil Latio: Well nonetheless, Sheamus goes up against Shawn Michaels, The Icon, The Showstopper; the very man that Sheamus grew up in Dublin watching. Sheamus balanced wrestling in Ireland with cycling miles upon miles every day to go to work just to pay the rent so he could get into the ring with guys like this. But it seems to have gone to his head and Sheamus may be suffering from overconfidence in a match that HBK could use to really assert himself on a night when a new authority figure will be revealed.
Don Chuckles: I can’t wait, the anonymous GM has kept his lips sealed on that one and he’s taken us all by surprise by appointing a “Director of Raw”, someone who will have the power to make on the spot decisions and can only be superseded by his two superiors, our GM and Vince McMahon himself.
Phil Latio: And he’s going to be debuting tonight!
Phil has barely finished his sentence before the arena sound system comes to life with one simple word of greeting, which seems pretty appropriate considering the occasion,
HELLO
The voice of Diddy echoes throughout the arena as “Hello, Good Morning” plays through the P.A system and the air fills with anticipation, both the announcers and the thousands lining the stands are quiet with eager expectation, all of them sucking in their breath at once.
Phil Latio: Well it seems that our new Raw Director will be gracing us with an appearance right now!
The Thy WWE fans aren’t sure whether or not they should be booing their new Raw Director, so the reaction is a largely positive one. Slowly, a strawberry blond haired man with his straw like hair styled across his forehead swaggers out, wearing a two piece pin striped suit with a flashy red tie. The new director seems pleased with the ovation he is getting from the crowd and draws back his lips to reveal pearly white teeth as he smiles and waves at the stands. He makes his way down the ramp leisurely, looking like he’s already too comfortable with the power he has on the show by wasting as much time as he likes.
Don Chuckles: I’m beginning to like this guy already….
The new Raw Director wears a conceited smirk on his face as he pauses at the foot of the steel steps and looks over to a fan with a Heartbreak Kid t-shirt on and shakes his head while looking down on him. The fan immediately stops cheering and looks confused by condescending manner of the Raw Director. After stating his disapproval of the fans dress sense, the new director laboriously makes his way up the steel steps and once again pauses, this time at the ring post.
Phil Latio: This guys is in no rush.
Don Chuckles: You said it! He really knows how to make an entrance.
The Raw Director flashes a smile and pumps his arm in the air, receiving a much more mild reaction with a touch of jeers. He does it once more and the Baltimore crowd go quieter.
Don Chuckles: How dare they jeer him! This man is the new Raw Director and the fans haven’t even given him the chance to introduce himself. Typical.
Phil Latio: But Don…
Don Chuckles: Typical.
Once more he raises his arm and the crowd boo slightly, which appals the extravagantly dressed man on the steps. Suddenly his warm, sparkling eyes and welcoming smile withdraw into a furrowed brow and a pair of pursed lips, burning white with fury as he presses them against each other with aggravation.
Phil Latio: He didn’t like that one bit.
The new director’s mood has taken a turn for the worst and he decides to procrastinate no longer. In one fluid movement he bows down low and slips in between the top and middle rope before snatching the microphone out of the ring announcers hand grumpily.
Phil Latio: Oh boy…
Raw Director: How dare you……..
The crowd go silent and watch the titantron, which has an up close shot of the new Raw Director, whose nostrils are flared and azure eyes are wide with fury for the crowd, who had the audacity to boo him.
Raw Director: I’m Rick Speedwagon! How can you delusional ingrates have the cheek to jeer me!? I travelled down here all the way from my home in Toronto, Canada to come see you people in Baltimore and this is how you greet me? You should all be ashamed.
Don Chuckles: You’re damn right they should.
For the most part the Baltimore crowd are silent, listening intently to this impeccably dressed and well presented man make his first impression on them, however others have become vocal already, booing Speedwagon.
Rick Speedwagon: You see, your GM was sat at home one day and he realised that he needed to assert an image of himself on to you people, and I’m sure he thought long and hard. Should he be a badly groomed, weird smelling old aggro like McMahon? Should he be represented by an old stammering has been like Bret Hart? Should he recruit a well spoken woman like Stephanie McMahon? And while these are all viable options, he made the smart choice…..he decided to pick an outrageously handsome, charismatic, intelligent natural leader…..and do you all know who he picked?
Rick Speedwagon: That’s right, he picked me. Now whenever someone says blah blah blah GM this….GM that…..this pretty face is going to be plastered into your minds and he really has made a safe bet utilizing my talents. But I’m sure you’re wondering, what does Rick Speedwagon offer? What are his talents? What should I think when I hear the name: Rick Speedwagon.
Rick’s familiar grin has returned to his face as he stares up into the heavens proclaiming his name as though he were addressing a god.
Phil Latio: This guy can’t get enough of himself.
Don Chuckles: I know Phil, neither can I.
Rick Speedwagon: Rick Speedwagon is…well ladies, he’s that hunk you can’t seem to stop daydreaming about in work, he’s the guy you know is so damn good, you splutter your words and make an idiot of yourself. Rick Speedwagon is the man that everyone wants to be, he’s an alpha male and he’s the only man alive who can call themselves the total package. Well apart from Lex Luger….but come on, who cares about that guy? In his case it was only a name, for me it’s a reality. After all, when I’m on camera, nothing matters but my perfectly formed face, chiselled jaw and scintillating physique. Ladies and Gentlemen if you aren’t satisfied with what you see right here before you, I suggest that you do two things. Number one; get your eyes checked, I mean come on….
Speedwagon lowers the mic and points both of his hands inwards at his chest with a cocky look plastered on his face.
Phil Latio: I think I’ve heard enough, this guy is a complete egomanic.
Don Chuckles: Aw Phil, you’re just jealous because you’re not a perfect man and you don’t have chicks melting over you left, right and center.
Phil Latio: Oh gimme a break…..
Speedwagon holds his pose and ventures around the ring, flaunting in all four corners of the ring before he’ll return to his speech.
Rick Speedwagon: Number two; deal with it, because Rick Speedwagon is going to be here for a long time. I was contacted some time ago by your GM and he was extremely eager to sign me, he was practically begging, slobbering at my heels and I couldn’t turn him down and disappoint everybody by not appearing on TV. I’ve been perched over this company for some time, waiting for my chance to swoop down and make this place my roosting ground. And I’m happy to say that I’ve done just that. You see I’ve arrived at the opportune time, that reject Jonny Freeman has left my promotion along with plenty of others who were likely to be jealous of my sagacious nature for the wrestling business and all things in life, but with them gone……I have this place all to myself.
Speedwagon smiles with delight while the crowd assail him with jeers, but he doesn’t seem to care anymore and he basks in the attention.
Phil Latio: Rick Speedwagon sure is some piece of work.
Rick Speedwagon: Why don’t you all admit it now? You can’t get enough of me, already you crave Rick Speedwagon, I’m like a drug and you’re all waiting for your next fix, your next chance to jeer me. You people may not like me; and that feeling is very much mutual, but mark my words, Rick Speedwagon is a maverick and I will pioneer an unprecedented change here in Thy WWE, I will lead you all into a new epoch, under my name!
Phil Latio: I can’t think of anything worse.
Rick Speedwagon: Now my first order of business is regarding the World Championship. As you all know, the current champion is Sheamus and h……
Speedwagon is interrupted mid-sentence by the intense boos for Sheamus.
Rick Speedwagon: Shut your damn mouths! The more you interrupt, the longer this will take. Now; as I was saying, your new world champion, Sh- you know what, never mind his name. Your new world champion has managed to win the belt at the perfect time, it seems that all of the major opposition have departed the company and he’s left to bask in his own glory while the rest grovel below him, well that’s not how I operate. As much as I respect Sheamus’s resour…..
Rick Speedwagon: I SAID, as much as I respect the resourcefulness of Sh- our new champion, I think we need a new contender. Now I’m very much a follower of the principle: “Survival of the Fittest” and as you can see, that’s obviously never been problem for me in life…
Speedwagon cracks a smile and receives a loud, negative reaction for it.
Rick Speedwagon: Oh come on, you all wish you could be me.
Phil Latio: He’s so self-absorbed that he can’t even make the announcement!
Don Chuckles: Wouldn’t you be the same if you were him?
Rick Speedwagon: Now getting back to the point, I will run this show by the philosophy of survival of the fittest and that saying is well applied to what I’m organising tonight. For you see, tonight, there will qualification matches for a tournament to crown the next number one contender! A handful of skilled wrestlers will go toe-to-toe to see who will emerge the greatest and most worthy of facing Sheamus at our next pay per view event!
The crowd cheer for the statement, excited for the matches and also out of relief, for they believe that Rick is finally finished with them.
Phil Latio: What an announcement……now that we’ve finally heard it…..
Speedwagon nods at the crowd, acknowledging their sudden vivacity.
Rick Speedwagon: I know, I truly am a mastermind. Now I know how much you all want me to stay here…….
Rick Speedwagon: But I must go, there is business that must be taken care of.
Phil Latio: Thank goodness……
Don Chuckles: There goes a great man……..
HELLO
Speedwagon’s music plays him out and he exits in much the same manner as he entered, but this time he receives a much more aggressive response from the crowd on his way out.
Steve Cruise: THEN MATCH IS SHEDULED TO BE A TAG TEAM MATCH AND THE FIRST TEAM OF SUPERSTARS IN THIS MATCH TONIGHT THE TEAM OF MR.SWAG A LICIOUS AND SIR.LUSCIOUS LEFTFOOT!![/b]
Swag a licious’s music blasts over the pa system as both men come out dancing to it then pose at the top of the ramp for s few seconds as the crowd go wild with cheers then both men slap hands a few times like they a playing a game before heading down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans in the arena as they pass by, as they reach the bottom of the ramp they grab hold of each other’s hands and do a weird twirl before running and sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring then get to their feet and pose one again before walking over to one of the corners and waiting for the match to begin..
Steve Cruise: THE NEXT TEAM IN THIS TAG TEAM MATCH UP IS THE TEAM OF ALEXANDER KRISTIANS AND THE DARK SOUL OMEGA!![/b]
Alexander’s music blast through the arena as both Alexander and omega walk out onto the stage and are met by a mass of boos from all the fans in the arena but both men laugh at them all then begin to talk among themselves as they walk down the ramp toward the ring, once they reach the ring Alexander slides in while Omega walks round and up the steel steps then jumps over the top rope then once both men are in the ring they stand side by side in front of their opponents staring them out before turning around and walking into the opposite corner and awaiting the match to start.
As the bell rings to start the match it is omega and luscious who are starting the match and both men charge at each other but it is leftfoot who gets the first hit in and he lands a stinging lab to omegas face making him stumble back a few steps but omega then attacks back with a kick to the groin of leftfoot causing him to bend down then omega follows up with a ddt on him, omega then gets to his feet again pulling leftfoot to his and lands a suplex then starts hammering punches into his head before getting up and taunting to the crowd but as he does leftfoot gets back to his his feet and taps omega on the shoulder and as omega turns around leftfoot drill him with a uppercut and sends him flying backward over the top rope but instead of going after omega leftfoot turns and runs toward Alexander attempting to land a clothesline on him but Alexander sees it coming a mile off and and dives over the top rope and lands a flying shoulder block on him dropping leftfoot to the mat, as the ref yells at Alexander to get out of the ring swag a licious nails omega with a kick to the top of his head as he goes to get back in the ring crunching his head between his boot and the apron.
After a few moments leftfoot gets to his feet and drags omega back in the ring then pulls him to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle then tags in swag a licious who jumps over the top rope and swings round landing a front dropkick to omegas face then as omega drops to a sitting position leftfoot follows up with a knee smash, as leftfoot climbs out the ring swag a licious picks up omega only to be smashed in the face with a headbutt from omega who the runs and dives at Alexander tagging him in as swag a licious staggers around the ring.
Once inside the ring Alexander goes right after swag a licious and lands a swinging ddt on him then picks him up and goes for a suplex but swag a licious counters and hits The Sweat Dance out of nowhere and goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!
Omega breaks up the count then runs on and elbows leftfoot off the apron as he attempts to get in as well then slides out of the ring and starts attacking leftfoot on the outside while swag a licious and Alexander are back on their feet trading punches, then Alexander gets in a lucky right hook and knocks swag a licious off his balance then follows up with a dragon screw.
Alexander then gets back to his feet and runs over to one of the turnbuckles and climbs up then looks down at swag a licious for a moment before diving off and landing a flying elbow drop on him then once again Alexander gets back to his feet and pulls swag a licious with him then whips him with all the force he can muster into the ropes and it sends him fyling over the top ropes and crashing down to the mat, Alexander then starts taunting in the ring while on the outside swag a licious crawls towards the arpon and pulls something small from underneath and shows it to the crowd with a smile on his face and as the camera zooms in on the object it becomes clear to be a white bottle with the words OMEGA 6 on it in big bold letters, swag a licious then opens the lid while still smiling and puts it to his lips then after a moment or so drops the bottle and kick flips back up to his feet and starts banging his chest like king kong.
Swag a licious then slides back in the ring and Alexander runs at him and stamps on the back of his head but swag a licious just shakes it off and gets to his feet shakeing his head side to side then runs at Alexander and nails him with a clothesline dropping him to the mat and as Alexander is down swag a licious starts posing for a few seconds then notices omega trying to get in the ring and runs at him and lands a punt kick to his face causing omega to fall backward as his nose bursts open and the blood start flowing like a river.
Swag a licious then turns back around as Alexander is back on his feet and running toward him but swag a licious grab him by the throat before Alexander can do anything then after punching him a few times swag a licious lands Hammer time to Alexander again and gors for the pin once more.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
DING DING DING!!!
Swag a licious then gets back to his feet and raises his arms in the air as the crowd go wild in approval..
Steve Cruise: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS SWAG A LICIOUS AND LUSCIOUS LEFTFOOT!![/b][/color]
Phil Latio: Great tag bout there, Swaga had his Omega 6 baby! And my God did he deliver the goods at the end.
Don Chuckles: That sounded so wrong coming out of your mouth…[/b]
Todd Grisham: I am standing by with one half of the Thy WWE tag Team Champions, Shawn Michaels, Shawn, what are your thoughts on your upcoming match with the new Thy WWE World Champion, Sheamus
Shawn Michaels: Sheamus is nothing but a punk nose little brat. Tonight if he thinks that he will beat his childhood hero in me, he has got a screw loose in his head. Just because he went home to Ireland and looked over my old videos of the good old days in WWF. Dont you think that I have changed from those days, I know that I was the best with that style but ever since I changed that style I have been almost as dominant as the first day I stepped foot in this industry. And Todd, tonight during mine and Sheamus's match we will show the fans something that will shake the CORRE of this whole company
Barton and James Chaos both walk in to scene beside HBK
HBK: That is right, tonight, the Thy WWE Tag Team Champions have formed an alliance with the CORRE and tonight Sheamus, you had better watch your back because the we are planning on making a big statement and taking out the World Champion is the best way to do that.
HBK hands the mic over to Barton and he starts speaking.
Barton: Tonight we will make an impact when James beats Justin Time and Killa Outlaw, when I win against Brian Gunn, when Sting beats Beno, we will all watch on as Shawn destroys Sheamus.
Steve Cruise: The following is a triple threat match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida...weighing in at 230 pounds, Jesse...NEAL!![/b]
The crowd gives a bit of a mixed reaction
Steve Cruise: Introducing next, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds...he is the Pontice Of Peepulation....CHRISTIANNN!![/b]
Once again the crowd is split, to either extreme, half of the crowd loves him, and half of the crowd hates his guts
Steve Cruise: And the third competitor hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 240 pounds...ECW Original....THE SANDMAN!!!!
The crowd absolutely goes nuts, and his music hits, coming down from an area in the crowd, smashing his forehead with a beer can until it starts to bleed, and he makes his way down and into the ring
With all three men in the ring, ready to compete, the referee calls for the bell
DING DING DING!!
Sandman starts off the match by nailing Jesse Neal and then Christian with stiff, right hands to the jaw. Christian gets back up only to be grabbed by the Sandman and hit with a slapjack. Jesse Neal comes up from behind the Sandman, picks him up and hits a back suplex. Neal stomps on the Sandman a few times, and Christian gets to his feet, whipping Jesse around, only to get a knee to the gut, followed by a DDT. He makes the pin but it is a very quick kickout. Neal picks him up and tosses him to the turnbuckle. Sandman rolls out of the ring, and finds his kendo stick, and holds it up into the air as the crowd goes nuts. He rolls back into the ring and the referee takes it away, scolding him.
Jesse Neal hits the Spear on Christian, his signature finisher, and makes the cover, but the referee is busy tossing the kendo stick out of the ring. Jesse Neal hits the mat in frustration, and walks over to the referee, slapping his hands together as in "Hey, ref, make the count". The referee shrugs helplessly. The Sandman suddenly hits a falling reverse neckbreaker from behind on Neal and makes the cover.
1....2....kickout!
A near fall as he was suprised. The Sandman whips Jesse to the ropes, hitting a clothesline, but Neal pops right back up, and this time reverses the irish whip soon following, but Sandman hits a shoulder block off the rebound. Neal has had enough, and sweeps Sandman's legs out from under him, assumes a mount position, and begins to rain down heavy rights and lefts on the Sandman's already bleeding forehead. The referee finally tells Neal to stop, but Neal continues to wail away.
1....2.....3.....4
Jesse finally stops and gets up, utilizing the five count as efficiently as possible. Christian is finally up and hits a dropkick to a rising Jesse Neal's back. Christian tosses the Sandman to the corner, and charges, only to get a boot to the face. The Sandman sidesteps parallel to Christian and hits a Russian Leg Sweep, and goes for the cover.
One...two...thr- Jesse breaks it up at the last moment, and Christian rolls out of the ring. The Sandman and Jesse Neal exchange punches, until Jesse grabs him and hits a textbook belly to belly suplex. Jesse jumps into the air for a legdrop, but the Sandman rolls out of the way and kicks Jesse in the face. The Sandman hits his signature "Bitchin' Leg Drop" and goes for the cover.
1....2...Jesse kicks out
The Sandman lifts him off the ground, and sets him up for a piledriver, but Jesse lifts him up and over with a back body drop. The Sandman begins to rise to his feet, but Jesse Neal grabs him and lifts him for what looks to be a gutwrench suplex, but it is reversed into a vicious inverted shoulderbreaker. Jesse grins mischeviously, and lifts the Sandman up again, repeating the move. He stomps on his chest a few times, and then raises his arms in the air, taunting him.Christian suddenly slides back into the ring, hooks Jesse's arms, and hits the Unprettier, and makes the cover.
1....2....kickout! Jesse Neal kicks out of the Unprettier, and Christian is in shock. Christian gets up and argues with the referee, but the Sandman spins him around and hits a devastating sitout spinebuster that shook the ring. He tosses Christian like a ragdoll to the turnbuckle, and lifts him up on the rop rope. The crowd once again goes crazy, knowing whats coming next, and he hits the Heineken–rana, a super hurricanrana from the top rope. He makes the cover.
1...2...Jesse kicks out again
Christian is up once again, and The Sandman has had enough, and he shoves him into the corner, nailing him with a flurry of punches. He tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring. The Sandman turns around just as Jesse is charging at him and downs him with a spear, and he goes for the pin
1....2.....3!!
Steve Cruise: THIS NEXT MATCH IS A DIVAS MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, THE FIRST DIVA IN IN THIS MATCH UP HAILING FROM MONTREAL QUEBEC, CANADA... THE SEXIEST OF SEXY, MARYSE!!!
Phil Latio: Oh boy I can’t wait for this one, Don. We’re going to see the debut of new Thy WWE Diva, Maryse and the return of Layla after a prolonged period out of the ring.
Don Chuckles: I honestly can’t choose a winner in this bout, I’m a fan of both women’s work.
Maryses music hits and she walks out on the stage as the crowd let out a mixture of cheers and boos with the boos slightly out weighting the cheers but maryse takes no notice as she stops and does her signature pose at the top of the ramp then after a few seconds maryse lowers her hands a struts down to the ring giving dirty looks to the fans as some of them try to reach out and touch her arms, as maryse reaches the ring she walks round to the steel steps and lifts her coat up abit then heads up the steps and climbs into the ring under the bottom rope then walks over to the ropes and performs her signature hair flip pose before walking over to one of the corners and waiting for the match to start.
Phil Latio: Maryse looks focused and ready for action tonight.
Steve Cruise: AND HER OPPONENT IN THIS MATCH UP ALL THE WAY FROM MIAMI, FLORIDA SHE IS THE NASTY GIRL... LAYLA!!![/color]
Don Chuckles: But Maryse has this woman to deal with, Layla, who is a former Divas Champion in her own right.[/b]
Layla’s music hits as she comes walking out of the back and is met by a chorus of cheers and chants of her name from the fans then stops at the top of the ramp and poses for a few seconds before continuing down the ramp slapping hands with fans, as Layla reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks round the ring and climbs up the steel steps the walks along the apron before sitting on the middle rope then performs her signature movement of pulling her leg backward then sliding into the ring, then once inside the ring Layla stands then for a moment looking at Maryse before walking over to the opposite corner and waiting for the bell to start the match.
Maryse and Layla circle around the ring a few times as the bell rings edging towards each other with every step until they get close enough and as Maryse leans forward to lock up with Layla she flattens Maryse with a clothesline then dives on top of her and grabs her hair then starts smashing it into the mat a few times, as Layla gets up off the ground she pulls maryse with her and lands a back breaker on her then stamps on his stomach a few times before landing a elbow drop to Maryse head, Layla then walks around maryse yelling at her to get up and fight but as she tries to Layla punt kicks her in the ribs making her fall to the floor once more but as Layla goes to stomp on maryse again maryse grabs her foot and pulls her to the mat then gets on top of her and lands a few rights and lefts but on the fifth punch Layla grabs Maryse’s fist and then lands a punch of her own knocking Maryse off of her.
Phil Latio: This is intense action![/b]
Don Chuckles: Yeah, some ground and pound by Maryse!
Layla then gets to her feet at the same time maryse does and both wemon start acctacking each other with rights and lefts until layla gets the upper hand and knees maryse in the stomach then whips her to the ropes and as maryse bounces off layla hits her with a dropkick to the chest dropping maryse to the mat once more, maryse is quickly back on her feet only to be met with a shoulder block from layla knocking her to the mat again than layla follows up with another leg drop before going for the pin.
ONE...
TWO..
KICKOUT!!
Phil Latio: I thought it was over![/b]
Layla slams her fist on the ground then gets to her feet again pulling maryse with her then whips her toward one of the corners but maryse counters and whips her into the corner then runs after her and goes to land a clothesline but layla rolls out of the way and maryse crashes into the turnbuckle instead then bounces off and as she does Layla lands a reverse neck breaker on her then runs over to the same turnbuckle and climbs up to the top and dives off landing a moonsault on maryse.
Layla then sits up holding her stomach for a moment before getting to her feet again and pulling maryse to hers but as she does maryse pokes layla in the eye that goes unnoticed by the ref then lands a suplex on layla and gets to her feet again and starts stomping on every part of layla she can reach while layla is trying to get away and at the same time trying to see out of her eye, a few moments pass and Layla manages to roll out the ring and then starts rubbing her eye trying to see out of it and after a few seconds she can see out of it again and rolls back in the ring and runs after maryse and lands a Louis thez press on her then starts nailing her with punches to the head a few times before getting to her feet again..
Phil Latio: This is ridiculous, the referee should stop the match and award the contest to Layla, Maryse clearly poked her in the eye!
Don Chuckles: Cut her some slack, it’s her debut.[/b]
Layla then starts stamping on every part of maryse as she screams out in a rage then picks her up and side step kicks her in the face making maryse stumble backward and as she does layla runs at her and hits maryse with a hurricanrunna pin.
ONE...
TWO..
THR..
KICKOUT!!
Maryse pushes layla off of her and gets to her feet then lands a reveerse ddt on layla and rolls her up into a schoolboy pin but layla quickly kicks out and trys to get to her feet but maryse is back on hers first and lands a boot to the side of laylas head then goes to follow up with a elbow drop but layla gets out of the way quick enough and marsye hits just the mat, Layla then gets to her feet and runs and hits maryse in the face with a two footed baseball slide then gets up and taunts to the fans amusment as they cheer layla like crazy.
Layla then goes on the attack once more pulling maryse to her feet and whipping her into one of the turnbuckles then walks over and grabs maryse and lifts her up on top of the turn buckle and executes a super bulldog then starts yelling at maryse that she is nothing before getting to her feet once more and pulling maryse with her then looks into maryse’s eyes for a second then lands a powerful slap to the face of maryse then grabs her and lands Lay Out on her then goes for the pin.
ONE....
TWO...
THR...
Victoria comes out of nowhere and pulls the ref out of the ring and then slides in and stamps on the back of the head of layla then pulls her to her feet and attempts to land widows peak on layla but she counters and lands a combo of a spinning heel kick and front flip leg drop on Victoria.
Phil Latio: That damn Victoria! How dare she! Layla had that thing won.[/b]
Layla turns round as she gets to her feet and notices maryse is getting to her feet so stalks her around the ring then once she is fully upright layla lands the same combo of a spinning heel kick followed with a front flip leg drop then then runs over and pulls the ref back into the ring before pinning.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
DING DING DING!!!
Phil Latio: She did it! Layla overcame her obstacles and picked up the win.
Layla gets to her feet and grabs the mic off Steve Cruise and begins to speak.
Layla: Yes we know im the winner that was clear before i ever stepped in the ring with this trash known as maryse.. what i want to say is tonight you have all witnessed the most deadly move ever, i know you are all wondering what that move was i just did to the trash bags on the floor behind me well i will tell you boys and girls that move will be known from this day forth as The Queens Gambit..[/color]
The broadcast of Raw cuts from the arena to the backstage area, or more specifically, the catering area; where a variety of backstage workers are enjoying a quick snack. The camera it self is still switched on and it appears to be tilted slightly too far to the left, so the image of the camera man about to take the first bite of his hot dog is crooked.
Voice: Mmmmmmmm…..I love hotdogs.
The camera man turns around sharply with a “deer in headlights look” but he can’t seem to find the noise and passes it off as his imagination. As he leans in for another bite, the voice interrupts again.
Voice: So sweet and juicy….
The camera man dons the fearful look again and just in case he’s going crazy, he calls out to the vacant end of the catering area.
Camera Man: Hello? Anybody there?
The voice goes on, unchanging as though it didn’t even hear him.
Voice: Do you know what else is sweet and juicy?
The poor man’s eyes are bulging out of their sockets as he frantically searches for this mysterious voice!
Voice: Natasha….I love the taste of Barton’s girlfriend, mhm. I love to run my tongue up her sweet supple arm, tastes like….strawberries. Do you like strawberries?
Camera Man: Uh yeah I guess….
Voice: Good, I like hot dogs too…..
By this stage the camera man is very weirded out and has put down his food and picked up the camera to inspect the immediate vicinity of the catering table.
Camera Man: I gotta ask, are you in my head?
Voice: No, but I could tear it open and get in if you like.
The camera man stops walking and shrinks his head down near his shoulders, as though he were protecting it.
Camera Man: No that’s okay, so wh….
Like a shot, Brian Gunn leaps out from a dark corner into the camera man’s face.
Camera Man: Aaaaaahhhhh![/b]
The scream suddenly worries Brian.
Brian Gunn: Oh no….what is it?[/b]
Camera Man: You!
The camera man is shocked at the madness of this man.
Brian Gunn: Me![/color]
Brian shouts back with a smile on his face, but abruptly pushes past the camera man and disappears behind a corner for a few moments before reappearing with his head popped out beyond the wall, which juts out, concealing the rest of his frame.
Brian Gunn: Well come on! I have something to show you, there’s no time for hot dogs and don’t think about licking Natasha.[/b]
The camera man sighs and follows Brian along and if there were a camera on him he would’ve looked extremely confused.
Brian Gunn: Here we are!
Brian Gunn has paused in front of the white painted pine door with a gold plaque set in it which reads: “Triple H”, shining brightly underneath the lights above.
Camera Man: We can’t go in there.[/b]
Brian Gunn: I have a surprise….[/b]
Gunn ignores the member of staff and tries the door, but it’s locked, so with surprising force, Gunn drives his foot against the door, blasting it back off of its hinges, splintering the door down the middle.
Brian Gunn: Look! Look what I brought.[/b]
Sitting on top of an oak coffee table is a neatly stacked pyramid of red paint.
Camera Man: Wait, how did you get these in here if the door was locked? Did you lock yourself out?[/b]
Brian Gunn: Are you crazy! Of course I did, you can’t be too careful these days….
Camera Man: So you locked yourself out of the room your originally broke into after putting red paint in, then you threw away the keys and went to the catering area?
Brian Gunn: Now you’re thinking logically.[/b]
Brian Gunn grins as he takes a screwdriver out from his pocket and drives it into every can of paint over and over again until the metal is so mangled on the can it would be considered open. Once he’s finished, Brian tosses the object through the window and dips his finger into the paint so he can have a taste.
Brian Gunn: It doesn’t taste red enough…..[/b]
The camera man doesn’t bother to respond and decides instead to capture Brian on film as he whirls the red pain around the room, ruining everything, but Brian doesn’t stop there, he starts kicking things over and tossing things around until he grows in intensity and begins pulling bookcases and using broken table legs to break things up. He starts speaking to himself as he continues the destruction.
Brian Gunn: This little piggy went to the supermarket….
Brian throws the table leg against the wall, ripping a Triple H poster from Oppression.
Brian Gunn: This little piggy got burned in the fire……
Gunn finds a pair of sunglasses on the desk and stomps on them over and over, mangling the expensive accessory beyond repair.
Triple H: Hey! What the hell are you doing you crazy moron!?
The Game comes running into the wrecked room and looks at the camera.
Triple H: Why did you let him do this?[/b]
Gunn stops trashing the place as he notices Triple H and he walks over to him.
Triple H: I am sick and tired of you and your crazy crap, Gunn. Now tell me you didn’t trash my new sunglasses…[/b]
Gunn outstretches his arm with a closed fist and as he relaxes his hand, he reveals the mangled glasses with a little tag on them which reads “$200”.
Brian Gunn: They’re lovely, look expensive too, don’t you think?.....Oh yes I do, good question…….why thank you?
Triple H has had enough and breaks Gunn’s crazy spell of talking to himself with a measured right hand to the skull, sending Brian recoiling to the centre of the room, where he trips over the broken coffee table on to his back. The Cerebral Assassin immediately picks up on this and starts to stomp on Brian over and over. The crazed Gunn’s survival instinct kicks in and he manages to scramble free and back to a vertical base, so he can strike back. His punch is a firm one, but Triple H manages to take the pain and hit Gunn back with a harder one of his own, too pissed off to be beaten back. Triple H manages to hit a hard knee on Gunn, bending him over and leaving him exposed to a Pedigree, which Triple H goes for, reaching for the arms. Gunn can’t stop Triple H from preparing the iconic move and before he knows it, Triple H has him in the air and both men come crashing down on the broken wood. Triple H rises from his foe breathing heavily, but he looks satisfied.
Triple H: Ok Brian, now it’s your turn to listen and you better listen well. It you ever stick your nose in my business again, I won’t just give you another beating, I’ll end your goddamn career!
Triple H turns to leave, but Brian manages to get up and call out to him.
Brian Gunn: Hunter![/color]
Gunn looks like he’s barely able to keep himself upright, but he claws his way out of the broken wood and gives the camera a good look at his face, which has donned a crimson mask.
Brian Gunn: Wait a second….
Brian wipes the blood from his face and unmasks what looks like a different Brian Gunn, a more serious and angry one.
Brian Gunn: You know I tried playing nice, you ignored me backstage so I decided to get you attention, but then you go and do……this. You cut me wide open with a Pedigree and while you might feel like you’re untouchable right now, but what you’ve done is something you’ll regret for the rest of your life. I have a lot of personal demons Hunter and I’m normally able to keep myself in check…..
Brian Gunn is shaking as he speaks.
Brian Gunn: But what you’ve done to yourself will be what ends your career. You’ve let the beast that dwells inside of me out of its cage and I can’t be held accountable for what I do when it’s in my head. You Triple H, have let yourself in for more than you bargained for, I guarantee you that.[/b]
The scene fades to black as Triple H and Brian Gunn stare at each other intensely and a commercial break ensues.
No Security by Kelis featuring Crookers lasts around the arena as Barton walks out with Shawn Michaels by his side, both with their Thy WWE Tag Team Championships over their shoulders. They walk down the ramp talking strategies as the crowd boo heavily. As they reach the ring Barton rolls in as HBK walks round to the announcer table and joins on commentary. I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin rings around the arena as the fans start booing, a few moments later Brian Gunn and Lacey Stevens walks out with a big grins on their faces and trying to slap hands with the fans but they arent having any of it. He climbs into the ring and starts to taunt Barton as if to say that the crowd is on his side.
Shawn Michaels: What the hell is wrong with this guy
Before the referee rings starts things off Brian leaves the ring and goes under the ring and pulls out a chair. He licks it and throws it back under the ring
Don Chuckles: Oh come on ref get him back into the ring
The referee gets Brian back into the ring to start the match. They both lock up in the middle of the ring, as Brian takes control and gets Barton into the corner and starts throwing lefts and rights to the mid-section of Barton. Brian moves across the ring and runs at Barton and hits a clothesline and drops him. Brian gets on his knees over Barton and starts hitting him with some more punches to the head.
Shawn Michaels: Oh come on ref, closed fists stop this!
Phil Latio: Shawn, you know that if Barton was on top then you would have no problem with it.
Shawn Michaels: Are you disrespecting me, Phil
Barton manages to break free and gain control for the first time in this match, and starts to punch Brian repeatedly to the skull]
Phil Latio: Shawn, shouldnt that be stopped
Shawn Michaels: No, now just enjoy this match
Barton stands up and locks in a sharpshooter in the middle of the ring
Shawn Michaels: Oh my God, he is going to tap, he is going to tap, come on Barton
Phil Latio: Never count out Brian Gunn, Shawn
Don Chuckles: You know Phil, you have been so biased during this match against Barton
Phil Latio: Oh and you two havent been biased against Brian
Brian crawls over to the ropes but Barton once again pulls him away and applys the hold again with more force. Lacey Stevens climbs up on to the apron and distracts the referee, so Barton lets go and shouts at her to get down, but when he turns around he is hit with an enziguri and drops to the ground
Shawn Michaels: Come on referee, throw her out of here, thats cheating
Brian lifts up Barton and goes for the three amigos, he hits one, he hits a second and then nails the third. He climbs up to the top rope as HBK leaves the commentators table, Brian nails the Soul Crusher and goes for the win
...1...
...2...
HBK pulls the referee out of the ring and hits Sweet Chin Music to stop the pinfall from happening and resumes his place at commentary
Phil Latio: What the hell, Shawn, what was that about
Shawn Michaels: If Lacey Stevens wants to get involved in the match then why cant I?
Phil Latio: It is cheating
Shawn Michaels: Oh here you go again with this biased commentary
Brian calls for another referee to come down as Lacey tries to revive the unconscious referee. But Barton attacks him from behind and starts stamping on his head as another referee comes running down to take control of the match. Barton picks up Brian and throws him at the ropes and hits a hip toss on Brian and then locks in a Crossface on Brian. As Brian struggles to get out of the crossface HBK once again leaves the announcers table but goes over Lacey Stevens and threatens her to go to the back. She refuses so HBK picks her up and brings her back himself. Finally Brian is able to get out of the Crossface but is too distracted by HBK and Lacey that he leaves the ring and runs up the ramp
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Brian hears the referees count and stops mid-ramp, he looks back at the ring and back up the stage, he decides to run back and just makes the count. He jumps on top of Barton and starts pounding on him, still distracted by the safeness of Lacey. Brian goes out of the ring and grabs the same chair he licked at the start of the match and throws it into the ring. As he gets into the ring the referee tries to throw the chair out of the ring Brian smacks him to the ground and nails Barton to the head with the chair, he throws away the chair and covers him.
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....3.....
Don Chuckles: That was cheating, come on ref, he used a chair
Phil Latio: He had this match won if it wasn’t for HBK earlier
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a pinfall, Brian Gunn.
As Brian leaves the ring we hear the static of the General Manager's microphone that we have come to get so used to.
General Manager: Wait just a minute, Brian, I am not going to have you cheat your way to victory on my show. Referee restart this match right now.
Don Chuckles: Yes, well done GM
As soon as the bell rings Brian Gunn sprints across and nails a spear on Barton. He picks him up and hits the Heart Breaker, but instead of going for a pin he climbs the top rope and connects with the Soul Crusher.
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.....3.....
Phil Latio: Barton just got completely destroyed by Brian Gunn here tonight
Don Chuckles: It's not fair, Barton was almost out from that chair shot
Phil Latio: Brian Gunn just beat Barton twice Don, no excuses.
Barton and Brian Gunn stand face to face after their grueling match. Barton and Brian Gunn lock eyes as Barton screams at Gunn asking him where is Natasha, Gunn just stands in silence and smirks at Barton. Barton screams at him again asking him where she is. Gunn just shakes his head. Once again Barton shouts that he is going to ask him one more time. Once again, Gunn stands in silence and shake his again. Barton loses it a he charges at Gunn, Barton shoulder barges Gunn in to ring post. Barton takes down Gunn and throws punch after punch to Gunn’s head, blood pours down Gunn’s face as Barton reopens the wound given to him by HHH earlier, but he just smiles as Barton repeatedly asks him where Natasha is. Barton goes to Gunn’s legs and locks in a Cloverleaf on Gunn. Gunn screams in pain but he still refuses to answer Barton’s question. Barton has enough as he raises Gunn and locks in his deadly submission hold, the OFC. Barton tightens the hold as Gunn’s face turns blue.
Barton asks Gunn again where she is. Gunn slowly and painfully nods. Barton loosens the hold as Gunn whispers something in Barton’s ear. Barton’s eyes turns deadly as he tightens the hold again, this time more than ever. Gunn slowly becomes non responsive as his eyes glaze. Gunn fades into unconsciousness. Despite this, Barton still has the hold locked in. Barton’s friend, Callum jumps the barricade and he pulls Barton off of Gunn. Gunn drops to the floor, lifeless, Callum shouts at Barton, asking him what has got into him. Callum orders Barton to the back, after some arguing, Barton leaves the ring followed by Callum, with the information he has, Barton sprints up the ramp and leaves the arena to find Natasha, still followed by Callum. The crowd are in shock as Gunn is still unconscious in the ring. Medical personal rush to the ring and check on Gunn, who is a bloody heap on the floor, but as the medical team slide in the ring Brian starts to come round then after a few seconds sits up in the ring and looks around him at the medical team then runs his hand over his face smearing the blood before looking at it on his hand, Brian then starts licking the blood off his fingers before laughing uncontrollably as the show goes to commercials.
Match officials have only just exited the ring after the commercial break having had to clear up the blood of the demented Brian Gunn, the blood that he didn’t lick up in perverse fashion. Yet all the same, he managed to qualify for the next round of the tournament due to his underhanded kidnapping tactics. The Baltimore crowd bought into this and they’ve only just quieted down following the uproar when Brian won and the even louder, much more positive reaction when Barton locked in the OFC on the insane Gunn. The camera returns to the broadcast at a wide angled, long range hot of the ring with Thy WWE ring announcer; Steve Cruise standing in the ring, but the shot doesn’t last long as the camera pans in to a close up shot of Steve as he raises the microphone.[/size][/center]
this kinda thing is why i came to Thy for.
