Post by Stasis on Mar 3, 2011 19:10:23 GMT -5
The broadcast of Monday Night Raw bursts to life in a myriad of colours, meshed together as fireworks explode on the stage. The crowd come to life at the sight of the colourful display and the collective voice of thousands joins the booming sounds of the fireworks going off. As the sequence ends and the last spark of vibrant colour disappears, the camera angle switches to a new one and pans across the stands, giving a sense of perspective as to how many people have arrived of different ethnicity, brought together by a shared love of wrestling. No colour is predominant in the stands as a variety of merchandise has been purchased at the Thy WWE store, but there are hundreds of signs, displaying the varying opinions of the fan base on this particular evening. The camera gradually reaches the end of its journey through the crowd and comes to rest in front of Phil Latio and Don Chuckles, each sporting some smart, tailored suits and pearly white smiles as they see the camera is on them.
Phil Latio: Good evening ladies and gents and welcome to Monday Night Raw! We’ve got a spectacular show planned for tonight which will reveal to us a lot of things. First of all we will know by the end of the night who the finalists of the Number One Contender Tournament are and we’re also going to witness our newly appointed Raw Director make an announcement which is “set to change Thy WWE forever”, personally I can’t wait.
Don Chuckles: Neither can I, Phil. I’ve liked that Rick Speedwagon ever since I laid eyes on him, he’s a confident, good looking guy who can do great things for this company.
Phil Latio: What? No! For starters I was talking about the announcement itself when I said I couldn’t wait, I can certainly wait before I see that arrogant, narcissist again.
Don Chuckles: How dare you Latio! You’re lucky that Speedwagon is such a kind big hearted man, it’s people like him who are the reason you’re employed as an announcer and comments such as those push the boundaries.
Phil Latio: All I’m saying is that you have the wro…
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Speedwagon’s theme song, “Hello Good Morning”, a rendition by Diddy rings out clearly through the arena, evoking feelings of negativity and disdain in the crowd members, who boo profusely at such a simple greeting, because they know which man the sound of that word represents.
Don Chuckles: When will these imbeciles learn, this guy is great! He’s so courteous that he chose this song so he could greet each member of the audience with “hello” before he enters.
Rick Speedwagon appears from backstage, garnering tumultuous boos. The crowd have established an extreme dislike for Rick already, whose inherent arrogance and bad nature has contributed to that. The Raw Director is wearing another flashy tailored suit with a royal blue silk tie, his hair is immaculate down to the slightest strand and under the bright lights of the arena, there isn’t a hair out of place. As he strolls down the ramp, there is an almost tangible sense of happiness about him and despite the animosity of the crowd, a smirk is on his lips and two eyes, sparkling with contentment adorn his face. As he reaches the steel steps, Rick traverses them by jogging with vigour and as he enters the ring, there is already a Thy WWE employee standing at the centre of the mat, holding out a microphone parallel to the floor for Rick to take. Speedwagon takes his time and sports his typical cocky walk as he approaches the worker and stands right in front of him, staring right into his eyes. The employee looks discontented with Rick’s long stare and he wilts under the gaze of his superior. Rick takes the microphone from the mans hand, but continues to stare at him.
Phil Latio: What on earth is he doing?
Don Chuckles: He’s asserting his authority.
Phil Latio: He’s getting enjoyment out of torturing that man!
Without breaking his gaze, Rick slowly and deliberately raises the microphone to his lips and runs his tongue across them as though he is about to speak, but no words come out. The worker is looking down and to the right, making sure he doesn’t return his gaze; but he steals intermittent looks over at Rick before quickly before looking down once again. As the man turns to leave, Rick finally breaks the silence with a harsh, cutting voice.
Rick Speedwagon: Where the hell do you think you’re going?
The poor man swallows a lump of anxiety in his throat and turns around with a forced smile.
Rick Speedwagon: Don’t give me that foolish grin! That is fake and it’s patronising. Don’t ever look down on me and don’t ever insult my intelligence again. Now get out of my ring!
The employee has beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he nods thoughtfully before gratefully exiting the ring.
Rick Speedwagon: Did you see that? That man displayed some fundamental characteristics of an employee who’ll be successful under me. He showed loyalty, respect and fear, well done and thank you.
The Thy WWE worker nods quickly and acknowledges the compliment with a bright smile.
Rick Speedwagon: Even if we saw a watered down version of those characteristics because that man is spineless, subservient and has no balls.
The degradation continues and the man hangs his head in shame as he makes his way over to a folding chair next to the announcers table.
Rick Speedwagon: Who stands in a ring with the microphone raised perfectly parallel to the floor? But we need people like him; they’re the underachievers who scrub the floors of overachievers like me. But I digress, yes, he was out here to prove a point. Do you all notice that nice suit he wears, his clean face and that expensive ring around his finger? He got all of those things from working under me, you see I like my employees to be obedient and I like them to be respectful and you’d better be ready to take hell from me if you’re not. The World Champion’s attitude towards me last week was nothing short of a disgrace. He had the cheek to raise his voice at me and show me nothing but insolence. So Sheamus, what goes around comes around, I don’t care if you’re the World Champ or not, I’m your boss so you can get your ass out here right now!
Speedwagon’s demeanour has very much changed from the happy man who waltzed down the ramp only moments ago. He’s enraged that his authority was challenged last week and that anger has seeped into his words and his facial expressions as he awaits the arrival of the Thy WWE Unified World Champion.
Phil Latio: The Raw Director is livid!
Don Chuckles: Wouldn’t you be too?
Phil Latio: What he’s asking for is impossible, he wants an entire roster of wrestlers and employees to subservient to him, it’s just not realistic.
Don Chuckles: Hey, a demanding boss can bring the best out of his employees.
Phil Latio: But this is a step above the norm, Rick Speedwagon is just being unreasonable and I think his newfound power has gone to his head.
Rick has started pacing the ring and just as he raises the microphone to call out Sheamus once again, the champions signature theme rings out around the arena and The Celtic Warrior himself makes his way out from the back, with the Unified World Championship slung over his shoulder, glistening under the powerful, bright lights. Sheamus has a look of equanimity on his face as he proceeds down the ramp towards his authority figure, but it’s obvious that he’s less than happy with being called out. Sheamus ignores the hostile fans as he traverses the ramp and steel steps before entering the ring. Speedwagon watches Sheamus all the way down the ramp, squinting his eyes with disdain at The Celtic Warrior, who takes his time in approaching the Raw Director.
Sheamus: Well fella, why did you call me out here?
Rick Speedwagon: I’d prefer not to be addressed as fella, thank you very much. And I called you out here to tell you that I wasn’t impressed against HBK last week. I didn’t see a champion, I saw a useless piece of flesh getting kicked around the ring by an injured superstar!
Sheamus clenches his jaw and swallows down the urge to strike his superior.
Sheamus: Go away out of that! C’mere till I tell ya something.
Speedwagon is mortified by Sheamus’s tone and lack of respect for him.
Don Chuckles: How dare he speak to authority like that!
Phil Latio: Well in Sheamus’s defence, he has been treated very poorly by Rick ever since he took over as Raw Director.
Sheamus: Listen fe – Rick, the way I see it is I won my match and I fought valiantly like a warrior and won another victory. If you don’t think winning is good enough, I think you’re not all there.
Rick Speedwagon: I’m tired of your impudence! I’d be in my right mind to suspend you!
Phil Latio: What!?
Sheamus: Wha-
Rick Speedwagon: I’m not finished! You’ve shown me nothing but disrespect since I set foot inside this building and I’m sick of it. I would like a formal apology right now.
Sheamus: Now?
Rick Speedwagon: Yes, a sincere one on live television in front of millions around the globe.
Sheamus’s brow if furrowed and he is clearly fuming with Rick’s arrogance and abuse of power.
Phil Latio: Rick has been corrupted by his power! All Sheamus did last week was speak his mind and now Rick is out to embarrass and ruin him.
Sheamus is struggling to muster the words from inside him, it went against everything that he stood for, his pride….his honor…..his disdain for Speedwagon.
Sheamus: I’m s…..
Sheamus clears his throat.
Sheamus: I’m so……I’m sorr-
Sheamus stops again.
Rick Speedwagon: What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Feeling self conscious? Well how about we make you shrink down nice and small where you can hide from all of the eyes watching you. On your knees.
Don Chuckles: Haha! I love it!
Sheamus’s pupils dilate and he stares at Rick, incredulous. But still, he gets down on one knee.
Rick Speedwagon: And the other! On your knees. Kneesssssssssss
Rick is hissing in Sheamus’s face and just as he is about to drop to two knees he springs to his feet and gets right in Rick’s face, causing Speedwagon to lurch backwards in fright.
Sheamus: You know what, fella? You almost had me there, but I realised something. I don’t bow to conniving, disrespectful cowards like you, who hide behind their mask of authority and use it to frighten their subordinates. Well I’ve had enough! I won’t kiss your arse on the telly! If you didn’t hold the power to fire me, I’d put my boot right through your skull!
Speedwagon has managed to gather himself.
Rick Speedwagon: How dare you threaten authority! You can forget your apology and with it you can forget any chance at reconciliation. You’re in my black books now Sheamus. And since you find it so very difficult to stick out from the crowd, I’m going to make a match right now to see if you can finally prove your true quality to me. It’s going to be The Celtic Warrior Sheamus…..versus the crowd thrilling, clockstopping ……The Only One in the Business who Matters….Justin Time!
The crowd jump to their feet and empty their lungs, cheering the name of Time.
Phil Latio: Oh my! It’s champion versus champion!
Rick Speedwagon: And the King of Kings….Triple H!
Phil Latio: What a match!
Rick Speedwagon: Good luck “champ”. Now get out of my sight!
The pair hold a heated stare for a few moments before Sheamus exits the arena, looking satisfied that he didn’t lay down for Rick Speedwagon.
Rick Speedwagon: Now you’ve all seen what happens when you cross me, I can proceed with my announcements for the evening. I’d like to begin by saying that I’m coming out right now, wait what? Is this microphone a dud?
Speedwagon is incredulous and is holding the microphone in front of him, rather confused.
Phil Latio: What the, there must be a technical error.
Don Chuckles: Phil you homophobe! When a man comes out it must be a technical fault? We should respect his decision.
Speedwagon frowns, but raises the microphone once again, willing to give it a second shot.
Rick Speedwagon: Sorry, that was a (Speedwagon’s voice is cut off)
fault in the bedroom department and I can safely say it happens to plenty of guys, or at least that’s what I’m told by other people.
The crowd roar with laughter at the ridiculous things Rick is being forced to say.
Rick Speedwagon: What the hell is going on!? What is wrong with my microphone!? Someone sort this out damn it!
Suddenly the titantron comes to life, and the culprit is revealed as none other than Brian Gunn, who is depicted in the technical area backstage with the normal worker out cold beside him.
Brian Gunn: Oh Rick, you’re too tense, you need to lighten up.
Rick Speedwagon: What!? How dare you, what I need to do is lighten up your own, wait……stop that!
Don Chuckles: This is a serious announcement and Brian Gunn has turned it into a parody!
Brian Gunn: That wasn’t so hard, was it? Admitting your problems is the first step.
Rick Speedwagon: The first step to what!? And if that philosophy applies to you too, you’ve got a hell of a lot of problems to admit before you’re sane again. Me, I have no problems; I’m Rick Speedwagon. I’m handsome, arrogant, wealthy, in love with yourself, and…..stop that! Before you say it, I’m n-gay, we know Rick, you came out a moment ago. I’m not gay, I never said that! You said that, I just spoke the truth I told everyone that I’m gay…..no! To hell with this! You’ll pay for this Brian Gunn, you’ll pay. Security keep him inside the technical departm- no I said remove him from the technical department! And make sure that you bring him a pizza because I know that he’s a little peckish
Infuriated, Speedwagon launches the microphone against the barricade on the outside, smashing it into two pieces before storming backstage in a huff.
Phil Latio: Brian Gunn certainly has some nerve doing that to his superior, but I suppose he is insane.
Don Chuckles: Well he’ll live to regret it, Speedwagon swore revenge.
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
Phil Latio: We’re about to witness the simultaneous debut of two new, intriguing stars. The mysterious man known only as Freedom is set to face the pacifist, Damon Wednesday.
Steve Cruise: The first superstar in this match-up weighs in at 160 pounds and hails from Chicago, Illinois…. Damon Wednesday!
Spark by Assemblage 23 blasts though the arena and as it does Damon Wednesday walks out from the back to a small pop of cheers from the fans that know him but the rest just look on silently not knowing who this man is, Damon then stops at the top of the ramp and taunts to the fans for a few seconds before continuing to walk down the ramp then takes a short run and slides under the bottom rope then jumps to his feet and runs to one of the turn buckles and climbs up and taunts again for a few moments then jumps down and leans against the turn buckle waiting for his opponent.
Phil Latio: I’ve hear good things about this guy, Don. I can’t wait to see him inside the ring.
Don Chuckles: I’ll pass, a pacifist? In a wrestling ring? Bring on the next guy.
Steve Cruise: The second superstar competing in tonight’s bout weighs in at an impressive 256 pounds, he is…..Freedom!
Hit the floor by Bullet for my valentine hits the pa system as Freedom walks out from the back and is greeted by a chorus of boos from the fans but Freedom doesn’t even acknowledge them as he fixes his eyes on Damon and continues to walk down to the ring, then once Freedom reaches the ring he stops and just stares at Damon for a few moments before climbing up onto the apron and getting into the ring through the middle rope and walking into his corner and waiting for the bell to ring.
Don Chuckles: Now this is my kind of guy, mysterious, no pandering to the crowd, he looks like he could really dominate this contest. I think I have a new favourite.
Phil Latio: Another new favourite! What about Joey The Bastard? GreenSpark?
Don Chuckles: Who?
Phil Latio lets out a sigh of despair as both Damon and Freedom stand in their corners facing each other. As the bell rings to start the match, then slowly walk to the center of the ring not taking their eyes off each other then stand still for a few moments before locking up and testing each other’s strength but it is apparent Damon is stronger as he forces Freedom to his knees but it is Freedom who gets the upper hand as he lands a strong punch to Damon’s stomach causing Damon to bend forward and as he does Freedom lands a DDT on Damon sending him head first into the mat then gets to his feet pulling Damon with him and hits a snap suplex on him, Freedom goes to get on top of Damon to land a few punches but before he can Damon rolls him up into a school boy pin but Freedom quickly kicks out then goes to get back to his feet but once again Damon is to quick and lands a leg sweep on Freedom dropping him to the mat.
Don Chuckles: This kid isn’t going to get far by not even throwing a punch.
Phil Latio: He’s held his own pretty well so far.
Both men get to their feet again and lock up once more but this time Freedom gets the upper hand right away with a knee to the stomach then whips Damon into one of the turn buckles then runs at him and lands a clothesline on Damon, Freedom then lifts Damon onto the top turn buckle but as he goes to climb up as well to hit a superplex, but Damon strafes to Freedom’s right and from the ground he hits and arm drag from the top rope, both men crash to the mat and as he does Damon gets to a standing position on the top turn buckle then dives off and lands a elbow drop on Freedom then gets on top of him and starts landing rights and lefts to his head a few times before getting to his feet pulling Freedom with him then lands a pump handle slam on him and goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!!
Phil Latio: Oh! I thought he had it!
As Freedom kicks out he pushes Damon away from him then as Damon goes back after Freedom to pin him again Freedom lands a kick to the face of Damon causing him to fall backward then Freedom gets to his feet and tackles Damon to the mat then locks in a arm bar on him but Damon quickly gets out of it and goes to lock in a Boston crab on Freedom but this time freedom quickly gets out with a kick to the back of Damon then rolls back ward and gets to his feet, Freedom then runs at Damon and lands a bulldog on him then jumps back to his feet and starts stomping on Damon but as Freedom goes to land the sixth stomp Damon grabs his foot and pulls him down to the mat then starts throwing punches again to his face before getting to his feet and pulling Freedom with him and whips him into the ropes but as freedom bounces off he lands a Lou Thesz press on Damon and starts landing punches in his face then locks in a head lock but Damon punches Freedom a few times in the face and gets out of it.
Phil Latio: It’s up and down, up and down. These two are working an intense match!
Once back on his feet Damon picks up freedom and lands a few uppercut’s to his law then lifts Freedom in the air and holds him there in a stalling suplex for a few moments then falls backward finally, Damon then kick flips back to his feet and the crowd give off a boo at him but he takes no notice and pulls Freedom up to his feet and as he does Freedom hits him with a punch to the stomach then whips Damon into the ropes but before Freedom can land a move on Damon as he bounces off Damon nails him with a big boot to the face dropping Freedom to the mat with a crash then Damon dives on him and goes for the pin again but Freedom kicks out right away and rolls onto his knees but before he even gets halfway up Damon is already on his feet and charges at freedom but then quick as a flash Freedom lands a bone crunching spear to Damon that knocks the breath right out of him and goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!!
Don Chuckles: Phew! I thought that fool was about to win!
Phil Latio: I think you’re underestimating him, Don.
Don Chuckles: I think you should do your job and call the match.
Freedom punches the mat as he sits up and then looks at Damon for a few moments before getting back to his feet pulling Damon with him then whips him as hard as he can into one of the turn buckles but instead of crashing into it Damon runs up the turn then pushes off with his feet and flips backward landing a cross body on Freedom, both men lay flat on their backs in the center of the ring breathing heavy due to being totally worn out from the events of this match up so far but then after a few moments they slowly start getting to their feet and once both of them are up they look at each other both not really wanting to continue but at the same time not wanting to give in a suffer a loss on their first night so both charge at each other and start swinging lefts and rights, every punch sends either one of them off their balance but then they come back with another strong punch until Damon lands a punch to Freedom then as Freedom goes to land another punch of his own Damon connects with a powerful round house kick to the side of Freedoms head dropping him to the mat with a thud then goes to land a leg drop on Freedom but he rolls out of the ring causing Damon to crash down to the match.
Don Chuckles: Smart! Freedom is an intelligent competitor, I doubt that Damon would’ve thought of doing that if roles were reversed!
Freedom then stands their laughing as Damon rolls around the ring in pain before sliding back in and landing a few kicks to Damon’s stomach then lifts Damon on his feet once more and lands a hurricanrunna pin on him but Damon quickly kicks out before the ref can even count to one then as Freedom gets back on his feet and walks over to Damon, Damon hits clamps on a front facelock and then quickly lands a ddt on him and goes for a pin of his own but this time Freedom kicks out right away and Damon frowns, his frustration evident.
Phil Latio: Damon has looked great so far, but Freedom is refusing to stay down.
Damon scoops Freedom to his feet and puts on a waist lock, before rolling Freedom up, but he only gets a one count and as the two scramble back to their feet, Freedom shows great agility for a big man and lands a dropkick to his face knocking Damon out of the ring and causing him to crash to the outside, Freedom then quickly slides out of the ring and picks up Damon and whips him toward the steel stairs but before Damon hits them he jumps over the stairs but because of the speed he was going he instead fly’s into the barricade wall with a crash, as Damon slumps to the floor Freedom walks round to him then hits him with a knee smash before picking Damon up and rolling him into the ring.
Phil Latio: Freedom is building momentum here.
Once both Damon and Freedom are back in the ring Freedom gets to his feet and pulls Damon to his feet and goes for a spine buster, but Damon counters then lands a neat looking school boy, which breaks quickly and then jumps to his feet and stalks Freedom once more, this time going for a hip toss, but Freedom counters and lands a powerful blow to the side of Damon’s head then locks in Free Reign on Damon and puts all the pressure he can on him causing Damon to scream out in pain.
Don Chuckles: Hahaha, how ironic, the pacifist is in agony! This is great!
Damon grits his teeth and starts pulling himself toward the ropes but just as he gets there and goes to put his foot on them Freedom pulls him back but loses his grip on Damon just enough for Damon to get himself out then the pair charge forwards and hit each other with a nasty looking double clothesline!
Phil Latio: Oh no! It looks like Damon was attempting another hold while Freedom wanted a clothesline and they both collided awkwardly. I’m not sure either man will get back up from this.
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Don Chuckles: That was a cheap shot by Damon! They all think he’s a saint but really he’s a filthy cheater, at least Freedom brought him down with him.
The crowd seem rather disappointed when the arena speakers suddenly come to life and blare out a familiar muffled voice which just can’t be placed.
Anonymous GM: Since these two put on an entertaining, but inconclusive match, we’re going to see the rematch next week.
Phil Latio: Well it looks like our old friend the Raw GM is back and he’s scheduled a rematch for next week!
Suddenly all of the lights in the arena shut off at once, enveloping the arena in sheer darkness.
Phil Latio: What on earth is going on?
A buzzing sound begins to fill the arena, similar to the sound an out of tune television produces.
Don Chuckles: Beats me, Phil.
The static sound continues for a few more moments until the titantron begins to flicker and static lines appear on the great screen momentarily, but they fade in the blink of an eye, leaving the viewers at home and the crowds within the arena faced with an interesting scene. The environment in the caption is almost as dark as the arena so that the surroundings are barely discernible, however the atmosphere is easy to tap into, the room is suffused in solemnity. The room can be distinguished as a locker room of some sort, and there is a lone figure, which appears as nothing more than a shadow, hunched over a backless bench, looking down at something as they camera focuses in on their back. There is a tall, spacious locker positioned to the left of the dark shape of a man, with a UFC poster plastered on to it. On the floor in front of the object are shredded pieces of paper, which have been torn into a million pieces and strewn by the locker, a single piece is larger than the others and the signature of Dana White can be perceived upon what was once a document. The camera swings around to the front of the figure, who’s face is hidden by the angle of the camera and the poor light. He’s holding a frame with a picture of a man who has just left the eaves of middle age and is descending towards his golden years and eventually the grave. In one the other hand he holds another document, with the heading “Thy WWE” and the signature of Rick Speedwagon and the co-signature of Vince McMahon. He lets out an elongated sigh before the entire caption fades to black. And six block capitals fill the screen: “THE FIGHTER COMES TO THY WWE” then the date “7/3/11”. At that, the lights return and the video feed is gone.
[color=BrownSteve Cruise: THIS MATCH HAD BEEN SCHEDULED FOR A SINGLES MATCH, THE FIRST SUPERSTAR IN THIS MATCH UP WEIGHTING IN AT 241 POUNDS HAILING FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA, EDGE!!!![/color]
Metalingus by Alter Bridge blasts over the pa system and right away the arena is filled with cheers as Edge walks through a cloud of smoke then walks over to each end of the entrance stage and taunts for the crowd causing the cheer to get louder and louder, Edge then struts down the ramp and as he reaches the bottom he takes a short run up and slides into the ring then turns on his side and lowers his shades as he smiles at the cheering crowd, after a few moments edge gets to his feet and walks fast toward one on the turn buckles then climbs up on the middle buckle and taunts for the crowd again for a few seconds before jumping down and taking off his coat and shades then waits in the corner for the match to start.
Phil Latio: These two shared heated words on Raw this week and it’s all going to culminate right here, right now.
[color=BrownSteve Cruise: AND HIS OPPONENT IN THIS MATCH UP WEIGHTING IN AT 223 POUNDS ALL THE WAY FROM CLEAVLAND, OHIO... DOLPH ZIGGLER!!![/color]
I Am Perfection by Cage 9 blasts through the arena as all the fans get to their feet and let out a mass of boos as Dolph Ziggler swaggers out from the back then stops at the top of the ramp and taunts at the crowd causing them to boo louder at him, as they do Dolph just laughs at them all then continues to walk down to the ring then as he reaches the bottom of the ramp he slides in and jumps to his feet then looks at edge and taunts at him then laughs again before turning round and walking over to the opposite corner from edge and waiting for the bell to ring to start the match.
Phil Latio: This guy defines arrogance!
Don Chuckles: You’re just jealous!
As the bell rings to start the match Edge comes running out of his corner and runs at Ziggler then as he reaches him Edge starts landing punches and kicks to Zigglers face and body causing him to fall back on to the turn buckle while trying to cover his face then after a few moments Edge takes a few steps back then jumps and lands a dropkick to the face of Ziggler causing him to fall into a sitting position against the ropes and Edge follows up by pushing his knee into Zigglers face for a few moments, Edge then pulls Ziggler to his feet and nails him with a suplex then pounds his fist on the floor and scream out in a rage before getting to his feet and stomping on Ziggler while yelling at him that he is nothing.
Phil Latio: Whoa! What aggression from The Rated-R Superstar.
Edge then pulls Ziggler to his feet and goes for a ddt but Ziggler counters and nails edge with a back drop then gets on top of him and hits Edge in the face with a flurry of punches before pulling him to his feet and going for a spin kick but edge ducks under zigglers leg and hits a spine buster on him, Edge then gets to his feet again this time letting out another scream of rage then pulls ziggler to his feet and whips him into the ropes but as ziggler bounces off he lands a cross body on Edge then goes for a pin but Edge quickly kicks out and knees Ziggler in the face, as Ziggler falls backward holding his nose Edge dives on top of him and lands a head butt to his nose before getting to his feet pulling Ziggler with him.
Phil Latio: Edge has shown nothing but sheer, ruthless brutality tonight.
Edge then whips Ziggler into the ropes again this time landing a flying lariat to Ziggler as he bounces off then goes for a pin but Ziggler kicks out right away and rolls out of the ring as Edge pounds his fist on the floor, Edge then gets on his feet and notices ziggler is leaning against the barricade wall trying to get his breath so Edge runs toward the ropes and dives over looking to land a cross body on Ziggler but Ziggler sees it coming and gets out of the way just in time and edge comes crashing down to the floor stomach first then lets out a scream of pain as he rolls around on the floor clutching at his ribs, Ziggler then takes the advantage by picking Edge up and whipping him into the steel steps causing eadge to hit them head and shoulder first then Ziggler picks up Edge again and smals his head into the steps a few times before rolling him back into the ring and sliding in after him, Ziggler then picks Edge up and lands Zig Zag on him then goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
]Don Chuckles: Yes! Ye-what? Come on Dolph, finish him!
Edge just barely kicks out of the pin then roll onto his side for a few moments but then as he rolls onto his knees trying to get his breath Ziggler is back on his feet and nails edge with a boot to the stomach sending him flying across the ring, ziggler then runs at Edge and jumps and lands a leg drop on him then goes for the pin once more but Edge kicks out right away this time and pushes ziggler off of him but Ziggler is back on his feet in seconds and pulls Edge to his feet but as he does Edge lands a elbow to Zigglers face causing him to stumble backward then as he does Edge lunges at him and goes for a spear but Ziggler grabs him and lands a ddt on him then gets to his feet and jumps on the middle turn buckle and taunts at the fans who boo him loudly.
Phil Latio: Dolph needs to focus on the match and not on this Philadelphia crowd.
Don Chuckles: He can do what he wants, Edge is going nowhere.
Ziggler then goes to jump down off the turn buckle but Edge catches him in mid air and lands a back drop on him then lays on the ground for a few moments next to Ziggler trying to get his breath back then Edge slowly pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes then looks at Ziggler who is still down and walks over the one of the corners and lowers himself down waiting for Ziggler to get up then as he does Edge runs and this time nails Ziggler with a spear but instead of going for the pin he jumps back to his feet and lifts Ziggler back up and whips him into the ropes and as ziggler bounces off Edge Spears him again then finally goes for the pin.
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THR.. KICKOUT!!
Edge sits up and runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at Ziggler with a expression of pure shock then slowly gets to his feet once more this time pulling Ziggler with him and then lands a few punches to Ziggler before whipping him into one of the turn buckles then runs at him and goes to land a shoulder thrust but Ziggler uses the ropes and lifts himself up causing Edge to go through the middle rope and crash shoulder first into the ring post, Ziggler jumps over Edge then turns and pulls him out of the turn buckle but as he goes to hit a move on him Edge grabs him and throws Ziggler out of the ring then drops to the mat holding his shoulder.
Phil Latio: Edge is trying to transcend the pain barrier and go on.
After a short time edge gets back to his feet just as Ziggler slides back in the ring and right away both men start throwing punches at each other but then Ziggler grabs Edge and goes for a pump handle slam but edge quickly counters and lands a back breaker on Ziggler then goes to lock in a leg lock but Ziggler counters and rolls Edge up in a school boy pin but Edge kicks out right away, both men then get back to their feet but Edge is on his first and lands a uppercut to Ziggler who stumbles backward into the ropes but then runs at edge then slides through Edges legs and jumps to his feet and hits a german suplex on him. Ziggler then gets to his feet totally exhausted then stamps on edge before pulling him to his feet and whipping him to the ropes and as edge bounces off ziggler goes for a hurricanrunna but edge grabs Ziggler round his waist and pulls him up then nails Ziggler with a sit down powerbomb, both men stay down on the mat for a few moments then edge slowly starts to pull himself to his feet and then walks over to one of the turnbuckles and leans against it and waits for ziggler to get up..
Phil Latio: What heart and determination from Edge, he can barely walk, yet he’s still plugging away, looking for the win.
Slowly Ziggler pulls himself up to his feet un aware Edge is on his feet and waiting for him to get up then as Ziggler turns around Edge runs at him to land another speak but Ziggler dives out of the way and Edge manages to stop himself before he crashes into the turn buckle then as Edge goes to go after Ziggler again Ziggler grabs him and goes for another Zig Zag but Edge counters and hits a Edge-A-Cution on Ziggler then goes for the pin.
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Don Chuckles: Hmmmph, I never liked Dolph anyway. But I liked Edge even less from the start. Bring on Chaos versus Sandman.
Phil Latio: Edge fought hard for the win and I feel happy for him, but just look at him, he’s seething!
Ziggler is lying in a heap on the mat, too sore and embarrassed to get up and attack Edge, but someone does it for him! Maryse dazes Edge with a shot to the head and Ziggler brings him down with a ZigZag. The pair walk away together.
Don Chuckles: This thing ain’t over Edge, not by a long shot.
Burris Troy: Someone come help, please!
Several workers and a camera man rush on to the scene to see what ails the Thy WWE Interviewer, Burris Troy. As the camera arrives, Triple H is lying prone, his body twisted and contorted by the broken tables, chairs and the television monitors that he’s lying in. Before long, Rick Speedwagon is on the scene.
Rick Speedwagon: What the hell happened here!?
Burris Troy: Well sir, I uh…..I only arrived and found him lying there, like……
Rick Speedwagon: Quiet down! I don’t have time for your waffling. My main event is ruined, unless……..we’re going to have to go ahead with the show as is. Our main event has been slimmed down to two superstars, Sheamus and Justin Time. Justin, this is your opportunity, show my why you deserve to be there by beating Sheamus one on one. And Sheamus, this is your opportunity, show me your not just an impudent, irritating sound in my ear, unleash the inner warrior. Champion versus champion, tonight. Oh and don’t think I’ve forgotten about this cowardly assault, this seems like something Sheamus or Justin Time would do to slim the competition, but as of now, everyone is guilty until proven innocent.
Rick throws down the microphone and he can be heard muttering something about buying a cage for Brian Gunn.
]Steve Cruise: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Toronto Ontario, Canada… JAMES CHAOS!!!
One Step Closer by Linkin Park Blasts through the arena as the fans get on their feet and immediately begin to boo loudly as James walks out on to the Stage then as he stops he starts yelling stuff at the fans before posing causing the fans to boo even louder, James then laughs at them all before heading down the ramp toward the ring then as James reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and looks around at the fans for a moment then runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, as soon as James is inside the ring he jumps to his feet then heads over to one of the turn buckles and climbs up then taunts again at the fans causing them to boo again at him to which he just laughs once more then jumps down off the turn buckle and stands in the corner waiting for the match to start.
Steve Cruise: AND HIS OPPONENT WEIGHTING IN AT 240 POUNDS ALL THE WAY FROM PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA HE IS NONE OTHER THEN THE EXTREME ICON SANDMAN!!!
Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance Blasts over the pa system as the fans give off a big pop of cheers and the cameras cut to the stands as Sandman starts walking down the steps toward the ring, Sandman then stops a few times and poses for a couple of pictures, signs a couple of autographs, and fends off a couple of haters wanting to fight on his way through the fans to get to the ring. Once his feet get over the guard rails he wastes no time on getting in the ring then once inside the ring Sandman walks over to one of the turn buckles and climbs up then raises his arms in the air as the fans erupt into louder cheers for him then after a few moments he jumps down and stands in the corner and waits for the match to begin.
Don Chuckles: This is going to be a rough and tumble match, they can’t even wait for the bell! I like that.
Sandman and Chaos go right after each other as the bell rings but Chaos is too quick for sandman as he goes for a clothesline on Chaos who ducks under his arm then lands a germen suplex on sandman then gets to his feet and hits a standing moonsault on him, Chaos then gets to his feet once more this time pulling sand man with him but before Chaos can do a thing Sandman hits him with a right hook causing Chaos to stumble backward a few steps and as he does Sandman quickly follows up with a strong clothesline dropping Chaos to the mat, Sandman then dives on top of Chaos and starts hammering him with rights and lefts to the face before getting back to his feet and attempting to hit a kick to Chaos’s ribs but Chaos quickly grabs Sandman’s feet and rise’s to his feet then hits a enziguri on him dropping Sandman once again to the floor.
Phil Latio: It’s break neck pace and athleticism versus grit and determination.
Chaos then picks Sandman and whips him into the ropes but as Sandman bounces off the ropes he nails Chaos with a big boot sending Chaos flying into the ref causing both Chaos and the ref to fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring with a crash, Sandman notices the ref is down and takes the advantage to slide out of the ring and reaches under the ring and grabs a lead pipe then walks round the ring and hits the ref in the back of the head with it then nails Chaos in the ribs with it as Chaos goes to get to his feet but then as Sandman goes to hit chaos with it again Chaos grabs his bottoms and pulls at them causing Sandman to go head first into the edge of the ring busting him wide open but as Chaos gets to his feet Sandman swings blindly with the Lead pipe and manages to catch Chaos in the face with it busting Chaos open as well.
Phil Latio: That cheat! He should be disqualified and arrested for assault!
Don Chuckles: What the referee doesn’t see won’t hurt him.
Both men drop to the floor bleeding badly but after a few moments they start to stir and pull themselves back to their feet then once they are both back on their feet Chaos and Sandman start throwing lefts and rights into each other’s heads and body until Sandman tackles Chaos and forces him back against the barricade wall then starts kneeing Chaos to the stomach a few times, Sandman then whips Chaos toward the ring post but Chaos counters at the last second and pulls Sandman into him and grabs him and flips Sandman over his head causing Sandman to crash into the ring post back first then fall to the ground with another crash. Chaos looks down at the beaten body of Sandman who is still not giving up as he tries to crawl toward the barricade wall to pull himself back to his feet again but before he can get anywhere Chaos stamps on his back a few times causing Sandman to scream out in pain, Chaos then lifts Sandman to his feet and rolls him inside the ring as the ref starts to come round but instead of sliding in himself Chaos goes over to the ref and helps him to his feet and pushes him back in the ring then finally slides in as well, Chaos then walks over to sandman and pulls him to his feet but as he does sandman lands a punch to the stomach of Chaos then nails him with a sit out spine buster then get to his knees looking clearly out of it but after a few moments Sandman shakes it off and gets to his feet then lands a kick to the face of Chaos before pulling him closer to one of the turnbuckles. Sandman then looks down at Chaos for a moment before climbing up the turnbuckle and then taunting for a moment causing the crowd to go wild with cheers then dives off looking to land Rolling Rock but Chaos rolls out of the way just in time and Sandman lands down on the mat back first then lets out a scream of pain as he rolls around on the mat pressing one hand on his back, Chaos then gets to his feet and nails Sandman with a few kicks to the face then follows up with a leg drop before going for the pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
Phil Latio: I thought he had it!
Chaos smashes his fist on the mat then gets to his feet pulling sandman with him but as he does sandman pushes Chaos away from him but Chaos comes back at Sandman with a fierce clothesline knocking him clear out of the ring and as Sandman hits the floor Chaos looks at the ref and tells him to count Sandman out.
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Sandman slowly starts to pull himself to his feet
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Sandman is back on his feet but is looking out of it as the ref continues to count him out.
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Sandman comes to his senses and quickly rolls back in the ring stopping the count but the moment he is inside Chaos dives on him and starts throwing punches to his head and following up with knees to Sandman’s face before finally getting to his feet again and pulling Sandman with him and as he does Chaos lands a swinging neck breaker then goes for the pin but Sandman kicks out right away, Sandman pushes Chaos off of him then sits up trying to catch his breath but Chaos don’t stop with his attack and goes right back after Sandman landing a swift kick to Sandman’s chest causing him to fall back flat to the mat again then Chaos grabs Sandman’s left leg and executes and one legged Boston crab on him causing Sandman to scream out in pain.
Don Chuckles: I think he’s gonna tap!
As Sandman continues to scream out in pain chaos continues to apply more and more pressure but Sandman still doesn’t give in as he begins to claw at the mat trying to pull himself toward the ropes then after a few moments Sandman finally reaches the ropes and grabs on to them as the ref quickly moves in on Chaos to get him off, as the ref finally pulls Chaos off Chaos gets in his face and starts yelling at the ref but due to his frustrations at the ref Chaos takes too long to turn his attentions back to Sandman and by the time he turns around Sandman is back on his feet, with his lead pipe in hand! Sandman cracks Chaos in the head and the bell is rung!
Steve Cruise: Your winner by disqualification, James Chaos!
Thy WWE goes to a commercial break as the camera focuses in on the face of Chaos, who looks a little dazed, but pleased he managed the win.
Steve Cruise: This next bout is set for one fall and is a rematch of last weeks tag team match! Introducing first….Alexander Kristians!
Alexander is already in the ring awaiting his opponent, but after three minutes, be begins to become disconcerted.
Phil Latio: What the? Leftfoot isn’t even here.
Like a roll of thunder, the anonymous GM’s voice echoes around the arena.
GM: Due to a torn rotator cuff, Sir Luscious Leftfoot will be off Raw for some time. But I don’t want you out of practice, so prepare…..for BUTCH REED!
As the GM’s voice fades into oblivion, a small man no more than five foot seven charges into the ring, ready to take on Kristians.
Don Chuckles: Our GM can’t be serious!
The bell rings and Butch charges straight for Kristians, who gives him a rough clothesline and forces him to his feet for Changing The Future, which seems to knock Butch Reed unconscious from the vicious blow to the skull. Kristians goes for the cover.
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Don Chuckles: Well that was quick!
The Professor of Thuganomics is seen standing against a wall backstage.
P.O.T: Yo, yo, yo, here be's the Professor of Thuganomics and next week I'ma own that ring. Even if it means I gotta go through anybody even that hasbeen Sting. Next week whoever my opponent is I will pick out your mistakes, and then piss all over you like you were urinal cakes. I will own that ring, then I will get my focus on the Next Big Thing. We have got people swearing to end peoples lives, well next week I come to Raw see if any of you survive. Once I get there I will have a word with Rick Speedwagon and his slut, she is just with you for the money holmes, when she done with you she comes and tickles my funny bone.Next week, I will get all up in your faces, then blow the roof off of that place. WORDLIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday Night Raw goes to commercial.[/b]
Phil Latio: Good evening ladies and gents and welcome to Monday Night Raw! We’ve got a spectacular show planned for tonight which will reveal to us a lot of things. First of all we will know by the end of the night who the finalists of the Number One Contender Tournament are and we’re also going to witness our newly appointed Raw Director make an announcement which is “set to change Thy WWE forever”, personally I can’t wait.
Don Chuckles: Neither can I, Phil. I’ve liked that Rick Speedwagon ever since I laid eyes on him, he’s a confident, good looking guy who can do great things for this company.
Phil Latio: What? No! For starters I was talking about the announcement itself when I said I couldn’t wait, I can certainly wait before I see that arrogant, narcissist again.
Don Chuckles: How dare you Latio! You’re lucky that Speedwagon is such a kind big hearted man, it’s people like him who are the reason you’re employed as an announcer and comments such as those push the boundaries.
Phil Latio: All I’m saying is that you have the wro…
HELLO[/color]
Speedwagon’s theme song, “Hello Good Morning”, a rendition by Diddy rings out clearly through the arena, evoking feelings of negativity and disdain in the crowd members, who boo profusely at such a simple greeting, because they know which man the sound of that word represents.
Don Chuckles: When will these imbeciles learn, this guy is great! He’s so courteous that he chose this song so he could greet each member of the audience with “hello” before he enters.
Rick Speedwagon appears from backstage, garnering tumultuous boos. The crowd have established an extreme dislike for Rick already, whose inherent arrogance and bad nature has contributed to that. The Raw Director is wearing another flashy tailored suit with a royal blue silk tie, his hair is immaculate down to the slightest strand and under the bright lights of the arena, there isn’t a hair out of place. As he strolls down the ramp, there is an almost tangible sense of happiness about him and despite the animosity of the crowd, a smirk is on his lips and two eyes, sparkling with contentment adorn his face. As he reaches the steel steps, Rick traverses them by jogging with vigour and as he enters the ring, there is already a Thy WWE employee standing at the centre of the mat, holding out a microphone parallel to the floor for Rick to take. Speedwagon takes his time and sports his typical cocky walk as he approaches the worker and stands right in front of him, staring right into his eyes. The employee looks discontented with Rick’s long stare and he wilts under the gaze of his superior. Rick takes the microphone from the mans hand, but continues to stare at him.
Phil Latio: What on earth is he doing?
Don Chuckles: He’s asserting his authority.
Phil Latio: He’s getting enjoyment out of torturing that man!
Without breaking his gaze, Rick slowly and deliberately raises the microphone to his lips and runs his tongue across them as though he is about to speak, but no words come out. The worker is looking down and to the right, making sure he doesn’t return his gaze; but he steals intermittent looks over at Rick before quickly before looking down once again. As the man turns to leave, Rick finally breaks the silence with a harsh, cutting voice.
Rick Speedwagon: Where the hell do you think you’re going?
The poor man swallows a lump of anxiety in his throat and turns around with a forced smile.
Rick Speedwagon: Don’t give me that foolish grin! That is fake and it’s patronising. Don’t ever look down on me and don’t ever insult my intelligence again. Now get out of my ring!
The employee has beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he nods thoughtfully before gratefully exiting the ring.
Rick Speedwagon: Did you see that? That man displayed some fundamental characteristics of an employee who’ll be successful under me. He showed loyalty, respect and fear, well done and thank you.
The Thy WWE worker nods quickly and acknowledges the compliment with a bright smile.
Rick Speedwagon: Even if we saw a watered down version of those characteristics because that man is spineless, subservient and has no balls.
The degradation continues and the man hangs his head in shame as he makes his way over to a folding chair next to the announcers table.
Rick Speedwagon: Who stands in a ring with the microphone raised perfectly parallel to the floor? But we need people like him; they’re the underachievers who scrub the floors of overachievers like me. But I digress, yes, he was out here to prove a point. Do you all notice that nice suit he wears, his clean face and that expensive ring around his finger? He got all of those things from working under me, you see I like my employees to be obedient and I like them to be respectful and you’d better be ready to take hell from me if you’re not. The World Champion’s attitude towards me last week was nothing short of a disgrace. He had the cheek to raise his voice at me and show me nothing but insolence. So Sheamus, what goes around comes around, I don’t care if you’re the World Champ or not, I’m your boss so you can get your ass out here right now!
Speedwagon’s demeanour has very much changed from the happy man who waltzed down the ramp only moments ago. He’s enraged that his authority was challenged last week and that anger has seeped into his words and his facial expressions as he awaits the arrival of the Thy WWE Unified World Champion.
Phil Latio: The Raw Director is livid!
Don Chuckles: Wouldn’t you be too?
Phil Latio: What he’s asking for is impossible, he wants an entire roster of wrestlers and employees to subservient to him, it’s just not realistic.
Don Chuckles: Hey, a demanding boss can bring the best out of his employees.
Phil Latio: But this is a step above the norm, Rick Speedwagon is just being unreasonable and I think his newfound power has gone to his head.
Rick has started pacing the ring and just as he raises the microphone to call out Sheamus once again, the champions signature theme rings out around the arena and The Celtic Warrior himself makes his way out from the back, with the Unified World Championship slung over his shoulder, glistening under the powerful, bright lights. Sheamus has a look of equanimity on his face as he proceeds down the ramp towards his authority figure, but it’s obvious that he’s less than happy with being called out. Sheamus ignores the hostile fans as he traverses the ramp and steel steps before entering the ring. Speedwagon watches Sheamus all the way down the ramp, squinting his eyes with disdain at The Celtic Warrior, who takes his time in approaching the Raw Director.
Sheamus: Well fella, why did you call me out here?
Rick Speedwagon: I’d prefer not to be addressed as fella, thank you very much. And I called you out here to tell you that I wasn’t impressed against HBK last week. I didn’t see a champion, I saw a useless piece of flesh getting kicked around the ring by an injured superstar!
Sheamus clenches his jaw and swallows down the urge to strike his superior.
Sheamus: Go away out of that! C’mere till I tell ya something.
Speedwagon is mortified by Sheamus’s tone and lack of respect for him.
Don Chuckles: How dare he speak to authority like that!
Phil Latio: Well in Sheamus’s defence, he has been treated very poorly by Rick ever since he took over as Raw Director.
Sheamus: Listen fe – Rick, the way I see it is I won my match and I fought valiantly like a warrior and won another victory. If you don’t think winning is good enough, I think you’re not all there.
Rick Speedwagon: I’m tired of your impudence! I’d be in my right mind to suspend you!
Phil Latio: What!?
Sheamus: Wha-
Rick Speedwagon: I’m not finished! You’ve shown me nothing but disrespect since I set foot inside this building and I’m sick of it. I would like a formal apology right now.
Sheamus: Now?
Rick Speedwagon: Yes, a sincere one on live television in front of millions around the globe.
Sheamus’s brow if furrowed and he is clearly fuming with Rick’s arrogance and abuse of power.
Phil Latio: Rick has been corrupted by his power! All Sheamus did last week was speak his mind and now Rick is out to embarrass and ruin him.
Sheamus is struggling to muster the words from inside him, it went against everything that he stood for, his pride….his honor…..his disdain for Speedwagon.
Sheamus: I’m s…..
Sheamus clears his throat.
Sheamus: I’m so……I’m sorr-
Sheamus stops again.
Rick Speedwagon: What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Feeling self conscious? Well how about we make you shrink down nice and small where you can hide from all of the eyes watching you. On your knees.
Don Chuckles: Haha! I love it!
Sheamus’s pupils dilate and he stares at Rick, incredulous. But still, he gets down on one knee.
Rick Speedwagon: And the other! On your knees. Kneesssssssssss
Rick is hissing in Sheamus’s face and just as he is about to drop to two knees he springs to his feet and gets right in Rick’s face, causing Speedwagon to lurch backwards in fright.
Sheamus: You know what, fella? You almost had me there, but I realised something. I don’t bow to conniving, disrespectful cowards like you, who hide behind their mask of authority and use it to frighten their subordinates. Well I’ve had enough! I won’t kiss your arse on the telly! If you didn’t hold the power to fire me, I’d put my boot right through your skull!
Speedwagon has managed to gather himself.
Rick Speedwagon: How dare you threaten authority! You can forget your apology and with it you can forget any chance at reconciliation. You’re in my black books now Sheamus. And since you find it so very difficult to stick out from the crowd, I’m going to make a match right now to see if you can finally prove your true quality to me. It’s going to be The Celtic Warrior Sheamus…..versus the crowd thrilling, clockstopping ……The Only One in the Business who Matters….Justin Time!
The crowd jump to their feet and empty their lungs, cheering the name of Time.
Phil Latio: Oh my! It’s champion versus champion!
Rick Speedwagon: And the King of Kings….Triple H!
Phil Latio: What a match!
Rick Speedwagon: Good luck “champ”. Now get out of my sight!
The pair hold a heated stare for a few moments before Sheamus exits the arena, looking satisfied that he didn’t lay down for Rick Speedwagon.
Rick Speedwagon: Now you’ve all seen what happens when you cross me, I can proceed with my announcements for the evening. I’d like to begin by saying that I’m coming out right now, wait what? Is this microphone a dud?
Speedwagon is incredulous and is holding the microphone in front of him, rather confused.
Phil Latio: What the, there must be a technical error.
Don Chuckles: Phil you homophobe! When a man comes out it must be a technical fault? We should respect his decision.
Speedwagon frowns, but raises the microphone once again, willing to give it a second shot.
Rick Speedwagon: Sorry, that was a (Speedwagon’s voice is cut off)
fault in the bedroom department and I can safely say it happens to plenty of guys, or at least that’s what I’m told by other people.
The crowd roar with laughter at the ridiculous things Rick is being forced to say.
Rick Speedwagon: What the hell is going on!? What is wrong with my microphone!? Someone sort this out damn it!
Suddenly the titantron comes to life, and the culprit is revealed as none other than Brian Gunn, who is depicted in the technical area backstage with the normal worker out cold beside him.
Brian Gunn: Oh Rick, you’re too tense, you need to lighten up.
Rick Speedwagon: What!? How dare you, what I need to do is lighten up your own, wait……stop that!
Don Chuckles: This is a serious announcement and Brian Gunn has turned it into a parody!
Brian Gunn: That wasn’t so hard, was it? Admitting your problems is the first step.
Rick Speedwagon: The first step to what!? And if that philosophy applies to you too, you’ve got a hell of a lot of problems to admit before you’re sane again. Me, I have no problems; I’m Rick Speedwagon. I’m handsome, arrogant, wealthy, in love with yourself, and…..stop that! Before you say it, I’m n-gay, we know Rick, you came out a moment ago. I’m not gay, I never said that! You said that, I just spoke the truth I told everyone that I’m gay…..no! To hell with this! You’ll pay for this Brian Gunn, you’ll pay. Security keep him inside the technical departm- no I said remove him from the technical department! And make sure that you bring him a pizza because I know that he’s a little peckish
Infuriated, Speedwagon launches the microphone against the barricade on the outside, smashing it into two pieces before storming backstage in a huff.
Phil Latio: Brian Gunn certainly has some nerve doing that to his superior, but I suppose he is insane.
Don Chuckles: Well he’ll live to regret it, Speedwagon swore revenge.
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
Phil Latio: We’re about to witness the simultaneous debut of two new, intriguing stars. The mysterious man known only as Freedom is set to face the pacifist, Damon Wednesday.
Steve Cruise: The first superstar in this match-up weighs in at 160 pounds and hails from Chicago, Illinois…. Damon Wednesday!
Spark by Assemblage 23 blasts though the arena and as it does Damon Wednesday walks out from the back to a small pop of cheers from the fans that know him but the rest just look on silently not knowing who this man is, Damon then stops at the top of the ramp and taunts to the fans for a few seconds before continuing to walk down the ramp then takes a short run and slides under the bottom rope then jumps to his feet and runs to one of the turn buckles and climbs up and taunts again for a few moments then jumps down and leans against the turn buckle waiting for his opponent.
Phil Latio: I’ve hear good things about this guy, Don. I can’t wait to see him inside the ring.
Don Chuckles: I’ll pass, a pacifist? In a wrestling ring? Bring on the next guy.
Steve Cruise: The second superstar competing in tonight’s bout weighs in at an impressive 256 pounds, he is…..Freedom!
Hit the floor by Bullet for my valentine hits the pa system as Freedom walks out from the back and is greeted by a chorus of boos from the fans but Freedom doesn’t even acknowledge them as he fixes his eyes on Damon and continues to walk down to the ring, then once Freedom reaches the ring he stops and just stares at Damon for a few moments before climbing up onto the apron and getting into the ring through the middle rope and walking into his corner and waiting for the bell to ring.
Don Chuckles: Now this is my kind of guy, mysterious, no pandering to the crowd, he looks like he could really dominate this contest. I think I have a new favourite.
Phil Latio: Another new favourite! What about Joey The Bastard? GreenSpark?
Don Chuckles: Who?
Phil Latio lets out a sigh of despair as both Damon and Freedom stand in their corners facing each other. As the bell rings to start the match, then slowly walk to the center of the ring not taking their eyes off each other then stand still for a few moments before locking up and testing each other’s strength but it is apparent Damon is stronger as he forces Freedom to his knees but it is Freedom who gets the upper hand as he lands a strong punch to Damon’s stomach causing Damon to bend forward and as he does Freedom lands a DDT on Damon sending him head first into the mat then gets to his feet pulling Damon with him and hits a snap suplex on him, Freedom goes to get on top of Damon to land a few punches but before he can Damon rolls him up into a school boy pin but Freedom quickly kicks out then goes to get back to his feet but once again Damon is to quick and lands a leg sweep on Freedom dropping him to the mat.
Don Chuckles: This kid isn’t going to get far by not even throwing a punch.
Phil Latio: He’s held his own pretty well so far.
Both men get to their feet again and lock up once more but this time Freedom gets the upper hand right away with a knee to the stomach then whips Damon into one of the turn buckles then runs at him and lands a clothesline on Damon, Freedom then lifts Damon onto the top turn buckle but as he goes to climb up as well to hit a superplex, but Damon strafes to Freedom’s right and from the ground he hits and arm drag from the top rope, both men crash to the mat and as he does Damon gets to a standing position on the top turn buckle then dives off and lands a elbow drop on Freedom then gets on top of him and starts landing rights and lefts to his head a few times before getting to his feet pulling Freedom with him then lands a pump handle slam on him and goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!
Phil Latio: Oh! I thought he had it!
As Freedom kicks out he pushes Damon away from him then as Damon goes back after Freedom to pin him again Freedom lands a kick to the face of Damon causing him to fall backward then Freedom gets to his feet and tackles Damon to the mat then locks in a arm bar on him but Damon quickly gets out of it and goes to lock in a Boston crab on Freedom but this time freedom quickly gets out with a kick to the back of Damon then rolls back ward and gets to his feet, Freedom then runs at Damon and lands a bulldog on him then jumps back to his feet and starts stomping on Damon but as Freedom goes to land the sixth stomp Damon grabs his foot and pulls him down to the mat then starts throwing punches again to his face before getting to his feet and pulling Freedom with him and whips him into the ropes but as freedom bounces off he lands a Lou Thesz press on Damon and starts landing punches in his face then locks in a head lock but Damon punches Freedom a few times in the face and gets out of it.
Phil Latio: It’s up and down, up and down. These two are working an intense match!
Once back on his feet Damon picks up freedom and lands a few uppercut’s to his law then lifts Freedom in the air and holds him there in a stalling suplex for a few moments then falls backward finally, Damon then kick flips back to his feet and the crowd give off a boo at him but he takes no notice and pulls Freedom up to his feet and as he does Freedom hits him with a punch to the stomach then whips Damon into the ropes but before Freedom can land a move on Damon as he bounces off Damon nails him with a big boot to the face dropping Freedom to the mat with a crash then Damon dives on him and goes for the pin again but Freedom kicks out right away and rolls onto his knees but before he even gets halfway up Damon is already on his feet and charges at freedom but then quick as a flash Freedom lands a bone crunching spear to Damon that knocks the breath right out of him and goes for the pin.
ONE...
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KICKOUT!!
Don Chuckles: Phew! I thought that fool was about to win!
Phil Latio: I think you’re underestimating him, Don.
Don Chuckles: I think you should do your job and call the match.
Freedom punches the mat as he sits up and then looks at Damon for a few moments before getting back to his feet pulling Damon with him then whips him as hard as he can into one of the turn buckles but instead of crashing into it Damon runs up the turn then pushes off with his feet and flips backward landing a cross body on Freedom, both men lay flat on their backs in the center of the ring breathing heavy due to being totally worn out from the events of this match up so far but then after a few moments they slowly start getting to their feet and once both of them are up they look at each other both not really wanting to continue but at the same time not wanting to give in a suffer a loss on their first night so both charge at each other and start swinging lefts and rights, every punch sends either one of them off their balance but then they come back with another strong punch until Damon lands a punch to Freedom then as Freedom goes to land another punch of his own Damon connects with a powerful round house kick to the side of Freedoms head dropping him to the mat with a thud then goes to land a leg drop on Freedom but he rolls out of the ring causing Damon to crash down to the match.
Don Chuckles: Smart! Freedom is an intelligent competitor, I doubt that Damon would’ve thought of doing that if roles were reversed!
Freedom then stands their laughing as Damon rolls around the ring in pain before sliding back in and landing a few kicks to Damon’s stomach then lifts Damon on his feet once more and lands a hurricanrunna pin on him but Damon quickly kicks out before the ref can even count to one then as Freedom gets back on his feet and walks over to Damon, Damon hits clamps on a front facelock and then quickly lands a ddt on him and goes for a pin of his own but this time Freedom kicks out right away and Damon frowns, his frustration evident.
Phil Latio: Damon has looked great so far, but Freedom is refusing to stay down.
Damon scoops Freedom to his feet and puts on a waist lock, before rolling Freedom up, but he only gets a one count and as the two scramble back to their feet, Freedom shows great agility for a big man and lands a dropkick to his face knocking Damon out of the ring and causing him to crash to the outside, Freedom then quickly slides out of the ring and picks up Damon and whips him toward the steel stairs but before Damon hits them he jumps over the stairs but because of the speed he was going he instead fly’s into the barricade wall with a crash, as Damon slumps to the floor Freedom walks round to him then hits him with a knee smash before picking Damon up and rolling him into the ring.
Phil Latio: Freedom is building momentum here.
Once both Damon and Freedom are back in the ring Freedom gets to his feet and pulls Damon to his feet and goes for a spine buster, but Damon counters then lands a neat looking school boy, which breaks quickly and then jumps to his feet and stalks Freedom once more, this time going for a hip toss, but Freedom counters and lands a powerful blow to the side of Damon’s head then locks in Free Reign on Damon and puts all the pressure he can on him causing Damon to scream out in pain.
Don Chuckles: Hahaha, how ironic, the pacifist is in agony! This is great!
Damon grits his teeth and starts pulling himself toward the ropes but just as he gets there and goes to put his foot on them Freedom pulls him back but loses his grip on Damon just enough for Damon to get himself out then the pair charge forwards and hit each other with a nasty looking double clothesline!
Phil Latio: Oh no! It looks like Damon was attempting another hold while Freedom wanted a clothesline and they both collided awkwardly. I’m not sure either man will get back up from this.
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Don Chuckles: That was a cheap shot by Damon! They all think he’s a saint but really he’s a filthy cheater, at least Freedom brought him down with him.
The crowd seem rather disappointed when the arena speakers suddenly come to life and blare out a familiar muffled voice which just can’t be placed.
Anonymous GM: Since these two put on an entertaining, but inconclusive match, we’re going to see the rematch next week.
Phil Latio: Well it looks like our old friend the Raw GM is back and he’s scheduled a rematch for next week!
Suddenly all of the lights in the arena shut off at once, enveloping the arena in sheer darkness.
Phil Latio: What on earth is going on?
A buzzing sound begins to fill the arena, similar to the sound an out of tune television produces.
Don Chuckles: Beats me, Phil.
The static sound continues for a few more moments until the titantron begins to flicker and static lines appear on the great screen momentarily, but they fade in the blink of an eye, leaving the viewers at home and the crowds within the arena faced with an interesting scene. The environment in the caption is almost as dark as the arena so that the surroundings are barely discernible, however the atmosphere is easy to tap into, the room is suffused in solemnity. The room can be distinguished as a locker room of some sort, and there is a lone figure, which appears as nothing more than a shadow, hunched over a backless bench, looking down at something as they camera focuses in on their back. There is a tall, spacious locker positioned to the left of the dark shape of a man, with a UFC poster plastered on to it. On the floor in front of the object are shredded pieces of paper, which have been torn into a million pieces and strewn by the locker, a single piece is larger than the others and the signature of Dana White can be perceived upon what was once a document. The camera swings around to the front of the figure, who’s face is hidden by the angle of the camera and the poor light. He’s holding a frame with a picture of a man who has just left the eaves of middle age and is descending towards his golden years and eventually the grave. In one the other hand he holds another document, with the heading “Thy WWE” and the signature of Rick Speedwagon and the co-signature of Vince McMahon. He lets out an elongated sigh before the entire caption fades to black. And six block capitals fill the screen: “THE FIGHTER COMES TO THY WWE” then the date “7/3/11”. At that, the lights return and the video feed is gone.
[color=BrownSteve Cruise: THIS MATCH HAD BEEN SCHEDULED FOR A SINGLES MATCH, THE FIRST SUPERSTAR IN THIS MATCH UP WEIGHTING IN AT 241 POUNDS HAILING FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA, EDGE!!!![/color]
Metalingus by Alter Bridge blasts over the pa system and right away the arena is filled with cheers as Edge walks through a cloud of smoke then walks over to each end of the entrance stage and taunts for the crowd causing the cheer to get louder and louder, Edge then struts down the ramp and as he reaches the bottom he takes a short run up and slides into the ring then turns on his side and lowers his shades as he smiles at the cheering crowd, after a few moments edge gets to his feet and walks fast toward one on the turn buckles then climbs up on the middle buckle and taunts for the crowd again for a few seconds before jumping down and taking off his coat and shades then waits in the corner for the match to start.
Phil Latio: These two shared heated words on Raw this week and it’s all going to culminate right here, right now.
[color=BrownSteve Cruise: AND HIS OPPONENT IN THIS MATCH UP WEIGHTING IN AT 223 POUNDS ALL THE WAY FROM CLEAVLAND, OHIO... DOLPH ZIGGLER!!![/color]
I Am Perfection by Cage 9 blasts through the arena as all the fans get to their feet and let out a mass of boos as Dolph Ziggler swaggers out from the back then stops at the top of the ramp and taunts at the crowd causing them to boo louder at him, as they do Dolph just laughs at them all then continues to walk down to the ring then as he reaches the bottom of the ramp he slides in and jumps to his feet then looks at edge and taunts at him then laughs again before turning round and walking over to the opposite corner from edge and waiting for the bell to ring to start the match.
Phil Latio: This guy defines arrogance!
Don Chuckles: You’re just jealous!
As the bell rings to start the match Edge comes running out of his corner and runs at Ziggler then as he reaches him Edge starts landing punches and kicks to Zigglers face and body causing him to fall back on to the turn buckle while trying to cover his face then after a few moments Edge takes a few steps back then jumps and lands a dropkick to the face of Ziggler causing him to fall into a sitting position against the ropes and Edge follows up by pushing his knee into Zigglers face for a few moments, Edge then pulls Ziggler to his feet and nails him with a suplex then pounds his fist on the floor and scream out in a rage before getting to his feet and stomping on Ziggler while yelling at him that he is nothing.
Phil Latio: Whoa! What aggression from The Rated-R Superstar.
Edge then pulls Ziggler to his feet and goes for a ddt but Ziggler counters and nails edge with a back drop then gets on top of him and hits Edge in the face with a flurry of punches before pulling him to his feet and going for a spin kick but edge ducks under zigglers leg and hits a spine buster on him, Edge then gets to his feet again this time letting out another scream of rage then pulls ziggler to his feet and whips him into the ropes but as ziggler bounces off he lands a cross body on Edge then goes for a pin but Edge quickly kicks out and knees Ziggler in the face, as Ziggler falls backward holding his nose Edge dives on top of him and lands a head butt to his nose before getting to his feet pulling Ziggler with him.
Phil Latio: Edge has shown nothing but sheer, ruthless brutality tonight.
Edge then whips Ziggler into the ropes again this time landing a flying lariat to Ziggler as he bounces off then goes for a pin but Ziggler kicks out right away and rolls out of the ring as Edge pounds his fist on the floor, Edge then gets on his feet and notices ziggler is leaning against the barricade wall trying to get his breath so Edge runs toward the ropes and dives over looking to land a cross body on Ziggler but Ziggler sees it coming and gets out of the way just in time and edge comes crashing down to the floor stomach first then lets out a scream of pain as he rolls around on the floor clutching at his ribs, Ziggler then takes the advantage by picking Edge up and whipping him into the steel steps causing eadge to hit them head and shoulder first then Ziggler picks up Edge again and smals his head into the steps a few times before rolling him back into the ring and sliding in after him, Ziggler then picks Edge up and lands Zig Zag on him then goes for the pin.
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]Don Chuckles: Yes! Ye-what? Come on Dolph, finish him!
Edge just barely kicks out of the pin then roll onto his side for a few moments but then as he rolls onto his knees trying to get his breath Ziggler is back on his feet and nails edge with a boot to the stomach sending him flying across the ring, ziggler then runs at Edge and jumps and lands a leg drop on him then goes for the pin once more but Edge kicks out right away this time and pushes ziggler off of him but Ziggler is back on his feet in seconds and pulls Edge to his feet but as he does Edge lands a elbow to Zigglers face causing him to stumble backward then as he does Edge lunges at him and goes for a spear but Ziggler grabs him and lands a ddt on him then gets to his feet and jumps on the middle turn buckle and taunts at the fans who boo him loudly.
Phil Latio: Dolph needs to focus on the match and not on this Philadelphia crowd.
Don Chuckles: He can do what he wants, Edge is going nowhere.
Ziggler then goes to jump down off the turn buckle but Edge catches him in mid air and lands a back drop on him then lays on the ground for a few moments next to Ziggler trying to get his breath back then Edge slowly pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes then looks at Ziggler who is still down and walks over the one of the corners and lowers himself down waiting for Ziggler to get up then as he does Edge runs and this time nails Ziggler with a spear but instead of going for the pin he jumps back to his feet and lifts Ziggler back up and whips him into the ropes and as ziggler bounces off Edge Spears him again then finally goes for the pin.
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Edge sits up and runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at Ziggler with a expression of pure shock then slowly gets to his feet once more this time pulling Ziggler with him and then lands a few punches to Ziggler before whipping him into one of the turn buckles then runs at him and goes to land a shoulder thrust but Ziggler uses the ropes and lifts himself up causing Edge to go through the middle rope and crash shoulder first into the ring post, Ziggler jumps over Edge then turns and pulls him out of the turn buckle but as he goes to hit a move on him Edge grabs him and throws Ziggler out of the ring then drops to the mat holding his shoulder.
Phil Latio: Edge is trying to transcend the pain barrier and go on.
After a short time edge gets back to his feet just as Ziggler slides back in the ring and right away both men start throwing punches at each other but then Ziggler grabs Edge and goes for a pump handle slam but edge quickly counters and lands a back breaker on Ziggler then goes to lock in a leg lock but Ziggler counters and rolls Edge up in a school boy pin but Edge kicks out right away, both men then get back to their feet but Edge is on his first and lands a uppercut to Ziggler who stumbles backward into the ropes but then runs at edge then slides through Edges legs and jumps to his feet and hits a german suplex on him. Ziggler then gets to his feet totally exhausted then stamps on edge before pulling him to his feet and whipping him to the ropes and as edge bounces off ziggler goes for a hurricanrunna but edge grabs Ziggler round his waist and pulls him up then nails Ziggler with a sit down powerbomb, both men stay down on the mat for a few moments then edge slowly starts to pull himself to his feet and then walks over to one of the turnbuckles and leans against it and waits for ziggler to get up..
Phil Latio: What heart and determination from Edge, he can barely walk, yet he’s still plugging away, looking for the win.
Slowly Ziggler pulls himself up to his feet un aware Edge is on his feet and waiting for him to get up then as Ziggler turns around Edge runs at him to land another speak but Ziggler dives out of the way and Edge manages to stop himself before he crashes into the turn buckle then as Edge goes to go after Ziggler again Ziggler grabs him and goes for another Zig Zag but Edge counters and hits a Edge-A-Cution on Ziggler then goes for the pin.
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Don Chuckles: Hmmmph, I never liked Dolph anyway. But I liked Edge even less from the start. Bring on Chaos versus Sandman.
Phil Latio: Edge fought hard for the win and I feel happy for him, but just look at him, he’s seething!
Ziggler is lying in a heap on the mat, too sore and embarrassed to get up and attack Edge, but someone does it for him! Maryse dazes Edge with a shot to the head and Ziggler brings him down with a ZigZag. The pair walk away together.
Don Chuckles: This thing ain’t over Edge, not by a long shot.
Burris Troy: Someone come help, please!
Several workers and a camera man rush on to the scene to see what ails the Thy WWE Interviewer, Burris Troy. As the camera arrives, Triple H is lying prone, his body twisted and contorted by the broken tables, chairs and the television monitors that he’s lying in. Before long, Rick Speedwagon is on the scene.
Rick Speedwagon: What the hell happened here!?
Burris Troy: Well sir, I uh…..I only arrived and found him lying there, like……
Rick Speedwagon: Quiet down! I don’t have time for your waffling. My main event is ruined, unless……..we’re going to have to go ahead with the show as is. Our main event has been slimmed down to two superstars, Sheamus and Justin Time. Justin, this is your opportunity, show my why you deserve to be there by beating Sheamus one on one. And Sheamus, this is your opportunity, show me your not just an impudent, irritating sound in my ear, unleash the inner warrior. Champion versus champion, tonight. Oh and don’t think I’ve forgotten about this cowardly assault, this seems like something Sheamus or Justin Time would do to slim the competition, but as of now, everyone is guilty until proven innocent.
Rick throws down the microphone and he can be heard muttering something about buying a cage for Brian Gunn.
]Steve Cruise: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Toronto Ontario, Canada… JAMES CHAOS!!!
One Step Closer by Linkin Park Blasts through the arena as the fans get on their feet and immediately begin to boo loudly as James walks out on to the Stage then as he stops he starts yelling stuff at the fans before posing causing the fans to boo even louder, James then laughs at them all before heading down the ramp toward the ring then as James reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and looks around at the fans for a moment then runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, as soon as James is inside the ring he jumps to his feet then heads over to one of the turn buckles and climbs up then taunts again at the fans causing them to boo again at him to which he just laughs once more then jumps down off the turn buckle and stands in the corner waiting for the match to start.
Steve Cruise: AND HIS OPPONENT WEIGHTING IN AT 240 POUNDS ALL THE WAY FROM PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA HE IS NONE OTHER THEN THE EXTREME ICON SANDMAN!!!
Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance Blasts over the pa system as the fans give off a big pop of cheers and the cameras cut to the stands as Sandman starts walking down the steps toward the ring, Sandman then stops a few times and poses for a couple of pictures, signs a couple of autographs, and fends off a couple of haters wanting to fight on his way through the fans to get to the ring. Once his feet get over the guard rails he wastes no time on getting in the ring then once inside the ring Sandman walks over to one of the turn buckles and climbs up then raises his arms in the air as the fans erupt into louder cheers for him then after a few moments he jumps down and stands in the corner and waits for the match to begin.
Don Chuckles: This is going to be a rough and tumble match, they can’t even wait for the bell! I like that.
Sandman and Chaos go right after each other as the bell rings but Chaos is too quick for sandman as he goes for a clothesline on Chaos who ducks under his arm then lands a germen suplex on sandman then gets to his feet and hits a standing moonsault on him, Chaos then gets to his feet once more this time pulling sand man with him but before Chaos can do a thing Sandman hits him with a right hook causing Chaos to stumble backward a few steps and as he does Sandman quickly follows up with a strong clothesline dropping Chaos to the mat, Sandman then dives on top of Chaos and starts hammering him with rights and lefts to the face before getting back to his feet and attempting to hit a kick to Chaos’s ribs but Chaos quickly grabs Sandman’s feet and rise’s to his feet then hits a enziguri on him dropping Sandman once again to the floor.
Phil Latio: It’s break neck pace and athleticism versus grit and determination.
Chaos then picks Sandman and whips him into the ropes but as Sandman bounces off the ropes he nails Chaos with a big boot sending Chaos flying into the ref causing both Chaos and the ref to fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring with a crash, Sandman notices the ref is down and takes the advantage to slide out of the ring and reaches under the ring and grabs a lead pipe then walks round the ring and hits the ref in the back of the head with it then nails Chaos in the ribs with it as Chaos goes to get to his feet but then as Sandman goes to hit chaos with it again Chaos grabs his bottoms and pulls at them causing Sandman to go head first into the edge of the ring busting him wide open but as Chaos gets to his feet Sandman swings blindly with the Lead pipe and manages to catch Chaos in the face with it busting Chaos open as well.
Phil Latio: That cheat! He should be disqualified and arrested for assault!
Don Chuckles: What the referee doesn’t see won’t hurt him.
Both men drop to the floor bleeding badly but after a few moments they start to stir and pull themselves back to their feet then once they are both back on their feet Chaos and Sandman start throwing lefts and rights into each other’s heads and body until Sandman tackles Chaos and forces him back against the barricade wall then starts kneeing Chaos to the stomach a few times, Sandman then whips Chaos toward the ring post but Chaos counters at the last second and pulls Sandman into him and grabs him and flips Sandman over his head causing Sandman to crash into the ring post back first then fall to the ground with another crash. Chaos looks down at the beaten body of Sandman who is still not giving up as he tries to crawl toward the barricade wall to pull himself back to his feet again but before he can get anywhere Chaos stamps on his back a few times causing Sandman to scream out in pain, Chaos then lifts Sandman to his feet and rolls him inside the ring as the ref starts to come round but instead of sliding in himself Chaos goes over to the ref and helps him to his feet and pushes him back in the ring then finally slides in as well, Chaos then walks over to sandman and pulls him to his feet but as he does sandman lands a punch to the stomach of Chaos then nails him with a sit out spine buster then get to his knees looking clearly out of it but after a few moments Sandman shakes it off and gets to his feet then lands a kick to the face of Chaos before pulling him closer to one of the turnbuckles. Sandman then looks down at Chaos for a moment before climbing up the turnbuckle and then taunting for a moment causing the crowd to go wild with cheers then dives off looking to land Rolling Rock but Chaos rolls out of the way just in time and Sandman lands down on the mat back first then lets out a scream of pain as he rolls around on the mat pressing one hand on his back, Chaos then gets to his feet and nails Sandman with a few kicks to the face then follows up with a leg drop before going for the pin.
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Phil Latio: I thought he had it!
Chaos smashes his fist on the mat then gets to his feet pulling sandman with him but as he does sandman pushes Chaos away from him but Chaos comes back at Sandman with a fierce clothesline knocking him clear out of the ring and as Sandman hits the floor Chaos looks at the ref and tells him to count Sandman out.
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Sandman comes to his senses and quickly rolls back in the ring stopping the count but the moment he is inside Chaos dives on him and starts throwing punches to his head and following up with knees to Sandman’s face before finally getting to his feet again and pulling Sandman with him and as he does Chaos lands a swinging neck breaker then goes for the pin but Sandman kicks out right away, Sandman pushes Chaos off of him then sits up trying to catch his breath but Chaos don’t stop with his attack and goes right back after Sandman landing a swift kick to Sandman’s chest causing him to fall back flat to the mat again then Chaos grabs Sandman’s left leg and executes and one legged Boston crab on him causing Sandman to scream out in pain.
Don Chuckles: I think he’s gonna tap!
As Sandman continues to scream out in pain chaos continues to apply more and more pressure but Sandman still doesn’t give in as he begins to claw at the mat trying to pull himself toward the ropes then after a few moments Sandman finally reaches the ropes and grabs on to them as the ref quickly moves in on Chaos to get him off, as the ref finally pulls Chaos off Chaos gets in his face and starts yelling at the ref but due to his frustrations at the ref Chaos takes too long to turn his attentions back to Sandman and by the time he turns around Sandman is back on his feet, with his lead pipe in hand! Sandman cracks Chaos in the head and the bell is rung!
Steve Cruise: Your winner by disqualification, James Chaos!
Thy WWE goes to a commercial break as the camera focuses in on the face of Chaos, who looks a little dazed, but pleased he managed the win.
Steve Cruise: This next bout is set for one fall and is a rematch of last weeks tag team match! Introducing first….Alexander Kristians!
Alexander is already in the ring awaiting his opponent, but after three minutes, be begins to become disconcerted.
Phil Latio: What the? Leftfoot isn’t even here.
Like a roll of thunder, the anonymous GM’s voice echoes around the arena.
GM: Due to a torn rotator cuff, Sir Luscious Leftfoot will be off Raw for some time. But I don’t want you out of practice, so prepare…..for BUTCH REED!
As the GM’s voice fades into oblivion, a small man no more than five foot seven charges into the ring, ready to take on Kristians.
Don Chuckles: Our GM can’t be serious!
The bell rings and Butch charges straight for Kristians, who gives him a rough clothesline and forces him to his feet for Changing The Future, which seems to knock Butch Reed unconscious from the vicious blow to the skull. Kristians goes for the cover.
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Don Chuckles: Well that was quick!
The Professor of Thuganomics is seen standing against a wall backstage.
P.O.T: Yo, yo, yo, here be's the Professor of Thuganomics and next week I'ma own that ring. Even if it means I gotta go through anybody even that hasbeen Sting. Next week whoever my opponent is I will pick out your mistakes, and then piss all over you like you were urinal cakes. I will own that ring, then I will get my focus on the Next Big Thing. We have got people swearing to end peoples lives, well next week I come to Raw see if any of you survive. Once I get there I will have a word with Rick Speedwagon and his slut, she is just with you for the money holmes, when she done with you she comes and tickles my funny bone.Next week, I will get all up in your faces, then blow the roof off of that place. WORDLIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday Night Raw goes to commercial.[/b]
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