Post by Stasis on Mar 24, 2011 7:52:30 GMT -5
(Just so everyone knows, I'm aware that the results this week sucks dick, but there was the unforeseen circumstance of me falling ill, so I've fallen behind on a lot of things including an important project due in six days. So I'm basically completely screwed now. The lack of help was rather disconcerting and I've just thrown the results together this morning so the people who did rp don't have to wait. Rest assured, no showers looked bad. New card will be up on Friday and Blade will be running that card. From April onwards, my schedule eases and results should pick up and look a bit more like my first set of results. But until then, I'll only be logging in for a few minutes at a time while I get this damn project done.)
The signature fireworks for Monday Night Raw explode on the stage and the crowd roar their approval as the signature theme rings out clearly.
Phil Latio: Hello ladies and gents, welcome to Monday Night Raw! It’s th wrestling extravaganza that only Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Empire can produce, so sit back and enjoy, because we have a great show prepared for you all.
Don Chuckles: You can say that again! Justin Time and Brian Gunn are going to go at it in the main event!
Phil Latio: These are two of our brightest stars and the fans are in for a real treat there.
Suddenly the titantron burst to life and in a rush of colour and noise, dozens of Thy WWE Superstars fill the screen before everything turns to black and three words fill the centre of the screen. “The Longest Road”. A narrator can be heard in the background as Sheamus fills the screen with the World Championship around his waist while he strikes his famous warrior pose.
Narrator: At The Longest Road Pay Per View, Thy WWE World Champion; Sheamus will battle against the macabre, twisted Brian Gunn in a championship match. Can Gunn bring home the gold, or will the might of The Celtic Warrior overwhelm him?
The caption of Gunn and Sheamus vanishes and it’s replaced by a line of thirty superstars including the likes of Justin Time and Triple H striking a pose.
Narrator: And……
Above the superstars, more text pops up in a fancy font in bold lettering, reading “Royal Rumble”./.
Narrator: We’ll see the Royal Rumble Match. The biggest and perhaps the most prestigious match in the entire World Wrestling Empire. Thirty superstars battle for the opportunity to face the World Champion at Wrestlemania and the only way to be eliminated is by going over the top rope, with both feet touching the floor. Who will be your champion? Who will win the Royal Rumble and stand above the rest? Who’s going to Wrestlemania? Order The Longest Road now!
STING VS ALEXANDER KRISTIANS
The crowd begin to boo fervently as the sound of Sting’s theme plays around the arena. These boos increase in sound as The Stinger steps out from backstage and makes his way down the ramp with Reece Chambers, dressed in a two piece suit follows to the right of him.
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, being accompanied by Reece Chambers, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, from Venice Beach California…….STING!
Phil Latio: Sting has changed ever since he put an end to HBK, Don. He’s become a little darker and a lot more arrogant.
Don Chuckles: What are you talking about, Phil? This guy has decided to think about the most important person of all, himself. He’s done pandering to that little, or should I say enormous group of rejects that call themselves The Corre. He’s made a smart move here, he’s shed his skin and got a contract with Reece Chambers, which can only do great things for him.
As the duo reach the steel steps, Chambers pauses and allows his client to climb the steps and then walks around to the apron to watch the match. Sting enters underneath the top rope and takes of his long, leather jacket and faces the stage, awaiting his opponent for the evening.
Phil Latio: And now we await the arrival of his opponent for the evening, Alexander Kristians.
Minutes go by, with no theme music.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent?
Don Chuckles: Ha! That filthy coward! He was too afraid to come out here.
Phil Latio: What on earth is going on here?
Don Chuckles: I just told you; you moron.
The crowd begin to boo as Sting taunts Alexander Kristians from the ring while Reece Chambers grins to himself on the outside.
Phil Latio: If something doesn’t happen soon, Sting is going to win this contest by forfeit.
Another minute comes and goes with no type of contact from Alexander Kristians, so the referee enters the ring and approaches Steve Cruise.
Don Chuckles: Well, it looks like Kristians is done for.
The match official whispers something into the ear of Steve Cruise, so the ring announcer raises the microphone back to his lips.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the fact that Alexander Kristians failed to show up for this match, Sting wins by disqualification!
The fans boo in response.
Phil Latio: What a disappointment, Alexander has let the fans down tonight.
Suddenly, the titantron comes to life, showing Alexander Kristians lying in the parking lot unconscious. There is a deep cut in his forehead and a stream of crimson blood has run down his forehead.
Phil Latio: Oh my, he’s been attacked!
Paramedics burst on to the scene and begin tending to Kristians while the camera zeros in on Alexander’s bloodied face.
Don Chuckles: First Triple H, and now Kristians! I’m beginning to feel apprehensive about walking around backstage. Who’s responsible for all of these attacks?
Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial/
EDGE VS JEFF HARDY 2.0
As Thy WWE Raw returns from a commercial break with Edge and Hardy already in the ring, exchanging punches.
Phil Latio: Here we go! The Rated R superstar is going up against Jeff Hardy!
Edge immediately gets the upper hand and sends Hardy off the ropes and as he returns, Edge levels him with a clothesline. Hardy looks badly hurt, but Edge doesn’t stop there as he picks him up and hits Edgecution!
Don Chuckles: This is getting embarrassing…..
Finally Hardy fights back, giving Edge a few shots of his own followed by a clothesline, but Edge ducks underneath it and hits and atomic drop on the unwitting Hardy.
Don Chuckles: What the? Is this guy high!?
Edge goes for the pin, but Hardy kicks out! Edge looks a little frustrated and takes his eye off Hardy, who kicks him in the gut and hits a big DDT before going for a pin of his own!
One!
Edge kicks out on one!
Phil Latio: Jeff Hardy has really struggled to gain any momentum tonight. I wonder if there is something impairing him.
Don Chuckles: Dr-
Phil Latio: Don’t say it! Well, maybe you’re right, perhaps he is a little drunk……
Don Chuckles: That’s not what I mea…
Phil Latio: -HERE COMES EDGE![/color
Don goes silent as Phil interrupts him and Edge ducks another Hardy clothesline before hitting The Spear!
One
Two
Three!
Result: Edge wins via Spear.
POT walks out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ring, wearing the brand new 'I Bring It Via Satellite' Rock shirt, and John Cena type Jean shorts, and a New York Yankee cap. He rolls into the ring and throws his cap into the crowd before grabbing a mic from the announcer.
POT: Soon the lists of World champs will include me bro,
I will be a better champ than Bruno Sammartino.
I have lost my mind like Mankind, pulling socks from his asscrack,
I am straight, you like Dude Love, so get off the Cactus Jack.
Every one knows that Rock cannot beat me,
I am itching to beat him like a penis with an STD.
I am sick of Rock showing me disrespect,
I'ma bounce you like the bank bounces bad checks.
Tonight Rock, I will pick out your mistakes,
and piss all over you like you was urinal cakes.
I am taking over Hip Hop and the Wrestling Ring,
and then I can prove that I am the Next Big Thing.
I am Hardcore like Porno flicks,
You just like sucking dicks.
You see Rock, you claim to be Thy WWE's Most Electrifying Man,
You are pulling more crap, than a supersized bed pan.
And later Rock, I'll destroy you, your fans won’t even miss you,
You aint electrifying Rock, you just a dead issue.
The fans start booing at what POT has said as he pulls his chain and lock out from under his shirt and kisses it.
POT: And later, I will prove that the Big Dog is all buck,
and if you think that Rock will win tonight, you just a stupid Mother Fuck.
People have been saying that POT will fail the test,
But tonight, it will be Rock leaving a bloody mess.
Rock's a coward and a guaranteed no show,
He is too busy, hitting on the rookies, trying to get a low blow.
And tonight, you cannot stop me,
I will just keep talking smack and backing it up, im the white Muhammed Ali.
I'll break your skull, then your reputation,
Like you were on the wrong side of a Kobe Bryant violation.
I'm the real main eventer, you just a counterfeit,
I'll stick your head so far up your ass, you can taste your own shit.
Crowd: Oooooooooooooooo
POT: And later, I'ma prove that I am the best,
Then I will show you that I have passed the test.
I am the new rookie phenom, changing the guard,
Vinnie Mac is bankrupt, I'm repossessing his yard.
You have seen me Rock, but never intense,
I'ma fill you full of holes, like a chainlink fence.
When I stop Rock, I dont back off,
I am the king around here, you just another jack-off
I'ma prove to you Im the best before your eyes,
all you women want me, I'm the envy of all you guys.
Thats because you rely on flipping burgers and making fries,
Your girls with me, I'ma bout to find her bra size.
I dont care who I piss off,
Vinnie Mac, Rick Speedwagon to TNA and Eric Bischoff.
I'm the man son and I'm attacking this arrangement,
The new centre piece of Wrestling Entertainment.
Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial break.
JOEY THE BASTARD VS BENO
Thy WWE Raw comes back from commercial break to already reveal Beno and JTB slugging it out in the centre of the ring.
Don Chuckles: These are two of my very favourites in the ring right now, Phil.
Beno gains the upper hand early on with a powerful uppercut, which sends JTB back against the ropes, stumbling forwards into a huge powerslam!
Phil Latio: Oh! What huge impact!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the broadcast returns, things haven’t changed much as Beno has The Bastard clamped down in a seated sleeper hold. JTB looks like he’s fading fast.
Don Chuckles: Joey The Bastard has put up a brave fight, but Beno has simply been the better man tonight. Unfortunately for The Bastard; Beno is on top of his game right now.
The referee goes over to JTB, who looks unconscious and checks his cognitive ability a few times.
He raises the arm and lets it fall…..ONE
He does it again……TWO
The referee drops his limb a final time, but it stays there!
Phil Latio: Oh! Perhaps there’s still some fight left in this man!
JTB fights out and beats Beno into a daze before hitting the ropes but Beno nearly rips him in half with a Hit N’ Run!!!!
Phil Latio: Oh my God! This could be it for Joey!
One!
Two!
Three!!!!!
Result: Beno wins with a Hit N’ Run.
PROFESSOR OF THUGANOMICS VS THE ROCK
Thy WWE Raw returns from a commercial view to unveil the stage from a birds eye perspective, with the camera slowly panning inwards as the familiar voice of Phil Latio come through viewers television sets.
Phil Latio: Welcome back to Raw folks. Up next we are going to see The Professor of Thuganomics take on “The Great One”, The Rock.
Don Chuckles: I can’t wait for this one, these two have been locked in a verbal battle for two weeks now and all that frustration is going to boil over here in the ring. These guys are two of the best talkers around and now it’s time to stop bashing each other verbally and to start doing it physically!
Phil Latio: Well put, Don. These two both possess the gift of the gab, but who is the superior in ring competitor?
IF YOU SMELL
Crowd:
WHAT THE ROCK…..IS COOKIN!
Phil Latio: It looks like it’s time for some action, The Rock is here and these fans are ecstatic!
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, from Miami Florida, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds……..THE ROCK!
The Great One struts out from backstage in his full ring attire, soaking up the atmosphere of the crowd, which is tumultuous cheers for the returning superstar. The Rock walks down the centre of the ramp purposefully as the crowds roar their approval. As Rock reaches the bottom of the ramp, he pauses for a moment before jerking his body to the left to ascend the steps and mount the turnbuckle where he thrusts his arm into the air, garnering massive cheers from the Thy WWE crowd. The Rock traverses the turnbuckle and hops down into the ring and climbs the other post, getting another loud reaction before making his way back to the centre of the ring under the intense, dark blue lights, awaiting the arrival of The Professor of Thuganomics, who had plenty to say prior to the match.
WORDLIFE!!
Steve Cruise: And his opponent, from Belfast, Ireland; weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds……….THE PROFESSOR OF THUGANOMICS!
Deafening boos greet the cocky, pretentious and slightly troubled Professor of Thuganomics, who bursts out from backstage with a lively spark in his eyes. He doesn’t bother procrastinating on the ramp in front of the aggressive fans and simply brandishes his chain, showing that he pledges his loyalty to his lifestyle and not the heckling fans lining the stands above.
Don Chuckles: I like this guy, Phil. He’s right up my avenue, unlike shiny headed, pie eating moron in the ring.
Phil Latio: Don, The Rock is a fantastic superstar! Sure, he’s had a couple of small runs here before, but he’s a very busy guy, he has movies to make. But after hearing the conviction in his words earlier tonight, I think he’s hear to stay and hear to win championships.
The POT slides underneath the bottom rope and in the blink of an eye he whisks off his tank top and tosses it to the outside, but he’s more careful with his chain and makes sure there is a vigilant official prepared to take it on the outside. From there, the two athletes stare deep into each others eyes as the referee goes through the usual debilitating rules and regulations which each man has heard a thousand times over before calling for the bell, which rings out loud and clear.
Phil Latio: And we’re off!
Neither man wastes any time and from the word go they both advance across the ring and Rock is the first to land a blow, which POT takes on the chin and twists back before hitting Rock in the jaw in answer. Rock recoils slightly, but uses the ground lost as a run up for his next shot, which sends POT reeling.
Phil Latio: These guys are less interested in wrestling and more concerned with knocking the stuffing out of each other!
POT doesn’t give in to Rock and returns another stiff right hand.
Don Chuckles: And they’re not done yet!
Rock hits POT back and POT does the same, this continues for another few rounds until POT ducks one of Rock’s shots and runs through to the ropes behind The Great One.
Don Chuckles: Here we go Phil, my boy Bobby Cena is going to take out the trash!
POT comes thundering back, but The Rock has him scouted and flicks POT’s arm over his shoulder in preparation for the Rock Bottom, sending the crowd into raptures.
Phil Latio: Oh my! I think we’re about to see something big!
But POT recovers in time to reverse the devastating Rock Bottom into an STO.
Don Chuckles: Brilliant by POT!
Rock hits the canvas hard and POT immediately goes for the cover.
One…..
Two……
NO!
Phil Latio: The Rock kicks out with authority!
POT seems slightly disappointed but doesn’t waste any time and looks for his submission manoeuvre, the STFU.
Phil Latio: POT has the leg, he just needs to……
Rock manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope in desperation, just before POT had the move locked in.
Phil Latio:….oooh, that was close, but Rock escaped!
POT scoops Rock up from the canvas and immediately places him on his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop, but Rock wriggles free and hits a forearm to the back of POT and then lifts him up and hits a Samoan Drop of his own!
Don Chuckles: That thief! He stole POT’s move!
Phil Latio: There isn’t any licence on the move, Don.
POT grits his teeth and gets back up, running forwards in the hopes that he can bring the Rock down, but The Great One is too sharp for him and picks him up and then plants him back down to the canvas with a Spinebuster!
Phil Latio: The Rock is picking up some momentum!
The Rock trots around the motionless frame of POT and kicks in his two arms before motioning for the People’s Elbow.
Phil Latio: Oh my!
Don Chuckles: No!
The Rock tosses his elbow pad into the crowd and hits the ropes, then the other set and drops the elbow!...................straight on to the canvas!!!!!
Phil Latio: He moved! POT dodged it!
Rock is rubbing his elbow in pain when POT suddenly leaps on his back of Rock and locks in the STFU!!!
Don Chuckles: STFU! STFU! He has it!
Rock writhes around, he reaches for the ropes, but they’re too far away, he is right in the middle of the ring. Just as Rock looks as he’s about to tap, he slumps down and bangs his head off the canvas lifelessly.
Phil Latio: The Rock is too damn tough to tap!
As the referee sees a motionless Rock, he calls for the bell which rings out clearly.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re winner by submission….The Professor of Thuganomics!
WORDLIFE!
POT wheels off in jubilations, sharing his wins with the less than enthusiastic fans who jeer him.
Don Chuckles: He did it, Phil!
Phil Latio: No he didn’t! The Rock never tapped and that idiotic referee didn’t raise Rock’s arm three times before ringing the bell. The Rock has been screwed here! And I doubt he’s going to be happy when he watches the replays later on.
POT is exiting on the ramp as The Rock gets back to his feet, looking disappointed and angry that he lost to POT, but unaware of the referees mistake, for now….
Burris troy:Ladies and gentlemen I am here with none other then the killer Xavier Oden.
Xavier has a slight cocky smirk on his face, awaiting for the interviewer to finally wrap up his introduction.
Burris Troy: Mister Oden, you've made your presonce known by not only attacking Shawn Micheals but losing a close-
XKO:Wow,what did you say?
Burris Troy: I was just bringing up your last match with Justin that you lo-
XKO:Hold on right, I didn't lose that match I merely showed Justin I didn't need to beat him that night. I walked out of that ring perfectly fine. Justin on the other hand was laying out in pain.
Burris Troy:From a low blow.
XKO:Point is, I have yet to be pinned or submitted in that ring. If the hyped Justin Time couldn't do it, what makes you think anyone else will or can?
Burris Troy:So your confident you'll be winning tonight?
XKO:Of course.
P.O.T walks up beside Burris Troy and stands in front of XKO
XKO:You have something to say? I figured you were done with our last meeting?
Xavier glares at the rapper, his face turning a bit red as the stare down continues to spark.
P.O.T: No I am far from done, I am just here to watch you do another shit promo like evry other one you have ever done.
XKO:Oh your funny, your very funny. Sadly your messing with my interview time, this is no place for an undercarder. Go back to small leagues if you want to be taken as a big deal.
P.O.T: After I beat Rock tonight, I will be a force to be afraid of. And I will do my father proud by taking you out, just like you did to Shawn.
XKO: Listen! You have no room here, if you have somewhere to be I suggest you go to it before I remind you just how Shawn fealt. Besides I don't have time to hear your daddy issues right now, be a big boy...get over it.
P.O.T: How dare you, I hope you know, you are not doing any favours for yourself around here, sooner or later, all of these attacks will bury you, and no one will even like the Killer Xavier Oden. I am just ginna kill you off, so no one needs to deal with you in the future.
The men share a furious glare Xavier more heated after P.O.T's comments. Finally he speaks.
XKO:Tonight...your gonna remember this, I’ll see you soon.
Xavier speaks growling as he slowly walks away. POT turns to Burris Troy and looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist
POT: Looks like it's that time of the month again
POT and Burris Troy share a small laugh at the joke as the show goes to commercial
We come back from commercial to see “The Killer”, Xavier Oden in the ring with Dominic Reynolds, they’re both staring into each others eyes and they look like they’re ready to rip each other apart.
Phil Latio: By the look in both men’s eyes, this is going to be intense.
The bell rings and Oden surges forwards, tackling Reynolds to the ground before landing several stomps to the chest.
Don Chuckles: That right there is smart; he’s not going to brawl with an accomplished boxer! Instead he takes him down with his superior mat wrestling skills and stomps on him!
Oden stomps on him twice more before hitting the ropes and landing with his elbow right on the canvas! Dominic evaded him with a swift roll and as Oden gets to his feet, Reynolds begins to pummel him with lefts and rights, his hands like a blur as he makes contact with the face and gut in a blur. Xavier is beaten back to the ropes and as it looks like the referee is going to intervene, Oden lands a kick to the gut and puts his fist against Reynolds’s skull! Dominic returns the favour, forcing Oden back. The two continue shot for shot until Reynolds gets the advantage with a hard shot and whips Oden into the ropes. Xavier comes flying back and both men simultaneously extend an arm and drop each other with a clothesline. With both men down, we go to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As we return from commercial, Reynolds looks to be on top with Oden resting against the turnbuckle pads as Dominic pummels him. The referee intervenes and pulls them apart, but as he does so, Xavier lands a sneaky boot and several shots, knocking Dominic back against the ropes. Reynolds rests there and like a feral dog, Xavier Oden sprints forwards and dives against his opponent, knocking both men to the outside! As the camera zooms in, both men look to be unconscious. The referee begins the count,
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
TEN!!!
Result: Double Count Out
Phil Latio: It looks like we’re in for a real treat here folks; both men have been victims of Brian Gunn and both men are tremendous athletes.
Don Chuckles: That’s right Phil. One is a tremendous athlete and one WAS a tremendous athlete.
Phil Latio: What are you getting at, Don?
Don Chuckles: Oh come on! We both know that Triple H is well past his best. The man is practically in self denial, you just watch; Barton will be stronger and faster than this old has been.
Phil Latio: I think you’re definitely wrong. I wouldn’t write Triple H off even if he was seventy seven.
Don Chuckles: You’d think he was…..
Phil Latio: Uh, you’re impossible.
Barton’s signature theme, “No Security” begins to play and it’s greeting by cheers from the capacity Thy WWE crowd. Right on queue, Barton enters from backstage with conviction, he doesn’t waste any time pandering to the crowd, instead he heads straight for the ring. Barton marches down the entrance ramp with purpose in his eyes and rolls underneath the bottom rope, ready for action.
Phil Latio: Wow, Barton sure isn’t in the mood for playing to the fans this week.
Don Chuckles: You can say that again!
The camera focuses in on the face of Barton as the sound of a guitar stroke echoes around the arena and Triple H’s signature theme by Motorhead begins to play.
Phil Latio: Here we go! Business is about to pick up!
Triple H appears from backstage gripping his sledgehammer and looks at it, then at Barton a few times.
Phil Latio: Let’s not forget what Triple H said about his sledgehammer when he spoke of Barton…..
But Triple H shakes his head and instead throws it to the ground before sprinting down to the ring, with the crowd roaring their approval.
Phil Latio: And here we go!
As Triple H rolls underneath the bottom rope, Barton stomps on him, wasting no time. Triple H is forced to stay down and Barton uses the time to hit the ropes and knock Triple H straight to the outside with a low dropkick, sending The Game back under the bottom rope and all the way to the floor.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the Thy WWE broadcast of Raw returns, we see Triple H and Barton brawling on the outside with the referees count at eight. Once he reaches nine, both men run for the ring and Triple H pushes Barton backwards so he trips over and falls! Triple H rolls into the ring as the official shouts ten!
But Barton had already managed to get back in, just in time! From there, Triple H runs into the ropes and hits his signature facebuster before running back to hit a high knee to the face of Barton, levelling him. As Barton rises from the mat, Triple H hooks both arms and Pedig- wait no, Barton has escaped and he hits a big clothesline on Triple H for a close two! Triple H looks tired as he gets up and he looks left, then right; but there’s no sign of Barton! Barton is eyeing Triple H up from a turnbuckle behind him and he runs forwards before launching himself into the air, looking for the B-Dog! Barton surges forwards and hooks the leg, then comes all the way down…..on to his ass! Triple H broke free! Barton gets up looking hurt and he’s caught by surprise as Triple H kicks him in the gut, hooks both arms and drops him with a Pedigree!!!!!!!
One
Two
Three!!!!
Result: Triple H wins by Pedigree.
A hype video fills the screen for Thy WWE Smackdown, saying that excitement and glory returns to Thy, next week.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
"Savior" by Skillet begins to play throughout the arena as Jacob Senn comes out and makes his way down the aisle, with the fans in the building greeting him with a round of mixed reactions. As Jacob gets to the ring, Jacob walks up the steps and steps into the ring. He goes to the turnbuckle climbs up and extends his arms out. He comes down and then taunts the fans at ringside, who continue to shower the ring with their reactions.
Jacob: My name is Jacob Senn!!! Let me tell you about myself. I am from the great state of Alabama. For a long decade, I have been training to be able to get in the ring with great superstars. I have been in two other federations, so I know my way in the ring, but there is one thing I have never done: become world champion. Now, not only with my rich experience in the ring, but it is destiny to become the ThyWWE World Champion.
The fans start to show what they think and Jacob starts to nod his head saying it is his destiny to become world champion. He is telling the fans without the mic "It is destiny" and "I will be world champion"
Jacob: My destiny is to destroy every single person on RAW. From now on, the name "Jacob Senn" will be complacent in the heart and the mind of the ThyWWE Universe.
He starts to walk around the ring with a sly grin on his face directed towards the fans.
Jacob: My destiny is to win the Royal Rumble...and main event Wrestlemania!!! You people....You people....you got no destiny. Because there are two type of people in the world: the great ones and the rest of you miserable people. The great ones and those gardeners who work for me. The great ones and the carwashers. The great ones and a man here in ThyWWE: The Undertaker.
The fans start to cheer for the mention of The Undertaker.
Jacob: Undertaker is nothing but a stepping stone in my career. Because eventually, Taker, me and you will meet in the squared circle. When that happens, I will make The Deadman be a dead man.
"Savior" by Skillet starts to play as he makes his departure. He throws down the microphone and leaves the arena with a grin on his face, taunting to the fans
JUSTIN TIME VS BRIAN GUNN
Thy WWE Raw returns from commercial break to reveal Justin Time already in the ring with the fans chanting “TIME! TIME! TIME!”
Phil Latio: These fans hold Justin Time near and dear to their hearts. Sure, he’s rough around the edges and a little cocky, but he means well and he always performs to the best of his ability, which I can assure you, is an extremely high standard.
Don Chuckles: This guy nearly beat the champion! But Sheamus held himself up longer and fell last the get that win. Now he faces a new challenge in the freakish Brian Gunn……
Breaking Benjamin’s “I Will Not Bow” begins to play and the lights dim.
Phil Latio: Here we go!
The crowd boo in response to the sound of Gunn’s theme. Seconds tick away and Gunn misses his queue to enter, he isn’t there……
Phil Latio: Don’t tell me another one has been attacked backstage…
The crowds boos grow in volume as Brian Gunn rolls out from underneath the ring, with Justin Time completely unaware.
Don Chuckles: You’ve got to admire intelligence like that!
Time is right in the centre of the ring as Gunn comes in and hits a big pump handle slam! Justin hits the mat hard and writhes around in agony as Gunn stands there admiring his work, as though the pain itself nourished and sustained him.
Phil Latio: This is one twisted guy….
Gunn looks focused as he scoops Justin off of the canvas and tosses him over the top rope and all the way to the outside, garnering more boos for him.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Welcome back to Thy WWE Raw folks!
The broadcast returns to reveal Gunn on top of Time in a ground and pound, punching remorselessly like a man possessed.
Don Chuckles: This man is intense, everything he has done has been oth vicious and calculated, like some sort of sociopath, I love it!
Brian Gunn looks down on his fallen foe and decides it’s time to end it, he mounts the turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a Soul Crusher!
Phil Latio: Dear God! This thing is over!
But Gunn isn’t satisfied and he climbs the turnbuckle once again and hits another Soul Crusher!
Phil Latio: My God! Justin Time’s ribs must be shattered from the sheer impact sustained from those two Soul Crushers!
Don Chuckles: This guy doesn’t care what he had to do to win and that’s why he has a great chance against Sheamus at The Longest Road, he’s letting no one get in his way.
Brian Gunn slowly bends down and pins Justin Time, looking confident of the win.
One
Two
Three!!!!!!
Phil Latio: And Brian Gunn wins, a devastating performance where we never got to see Justin Time’s true ability shine.
The show ends with Brian Gunn pointing to the camera, saying “You’re next, Sheamus”. The disclaimer pops up and the broadcast fades to black.[/size]
The signature fireworks for Monday Night Raw explode on the stage and the crowd roar their approval as the signature theme rings out clearly.
Phil Latio: Hello ladies and gents, welcome to Monday Night Raw! It’s th wrestling extravaganza that only Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Empire can produce, so sit back and enjoy, because we have a great show prepared for you all.
Don Chuckles: You can say that again! Justin Time and Brian Gunn are going to go at it in the main event!
Phil Latio: These are two of our brightest stars and the fans are in for a real treat there.
Suddenly the titantron burst to life and in a rush of colour and noise, dozens of Thy WWE Superstars fill the screen before everything turns to black and three words fill the centre of the screen. “The Longest Road”. A narrator can be heard in the background as Sheamus fills the screen with the World Championship around his waist while he strikes his famous warrior pose.
Narrator: At The Longest Road Pay Per View, Thy WWE World Champion; Sheamus will battle against the macabre, twisted Brian Gunn in a championship match. Can Gunn bring home the gold, or will the might of The Celtic Warrior overwhelm him?
The caption of Gunn and Sheamus vanishes and it’s replaced by a line of thirty superstars including the likes of Justin Time and Triple H striking a pose.
Narrator: And……
Above the superstars, more text pops up in a fancy font in bold lettering, reading “Royal Rumble”./.
Narrator: We’ll see the Royal Rumble Match. The biggest and perhaps the most prestigious match in the entire World Wrestling Empire. Thirty superstars battle for the opportunity to face the World Champion at Wrestlemania and the only way to be eliminated is by going over the top rope, with both feet touching the floor. Who will be your champion? Who will win the Royal Rumble and stand above the rest? Who’s going to Wrestlemania? Order The Longest Road now!
STING VS ALEXANDER KRISTIANS
The crowd begin to boo fervently as the sound of Sting’s theme plays around the arena. These boos increase in sound as The Stinger steps out from backstage and makes his way down the ramp with Reece Chambers, dressed in a two piece suit follows to the right of him.
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, being accompanied by Reece Chambers, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, from Venice Beach California…….STING!
Phil Latio: Sting has changed ever since he put an end to HBK, Don. He’s become a little darker and a lot more arrogant.
Don Chuckles: What are you talking about, Phil? This guy has decided to think about the most important person of all, himself. He’s done pandering to that little, or should I say enormous group of rejects that call themselves The Corre. He’s made a smart move here, he’s shed his skin and got a contract with Reece Chambers, which can only do great things for him.
As the duo reach the steel steps, Chambers pauses and allows his client to climb the steps and then walks around to the apron to watch the match. Sting enters underneath the top rope and takes of his long, leather jacket and faces the stage, awaiting his opponent for the evening.
Phil Latio: And now we await the arrival of his opponent for the evening, Alexander Kristians.
Minutes go by, with no theme music.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent?
Don Chuckles: Ha! That filthy coward! He was too afraid to come out here.
Phil Latio: What on earth is going on here?
Don Chuckles: I just told you; you moron.
The crowd begin to boo as Sting taunts Alexander Kristians from the ring while Reece Chambers grins to himself on the outside.
Phil Latio: If something doesn’t happen soon, Sting is going to win this contest by forfeit.
Another minute comes and goes with no type of contact from Alexander Kristians, so the referee enters the ring and approaches Steve Cruise.
Don Chuckles: Well, it looks like Kristians is done for.
The match official whispers something into the ear of Steve Cruise, so the ring announcer raises the microphone back to his lips.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the fact that Alexander Kristians failed to show up for this match, Sting wins by disqualification!
The fans boo in response.
Phil Latio: What a disappointment, Alexander has let the fans down tonight.
Suddenly, the titantron comes to life, showing Alexander Kristians lying in the parking lot unconscious. There is a deep cut in his forehead and a stream of crimson blood has run down his forehead.
Phil Latio: Oh my, he’s been attacked!
Paramedics burst on to the scene and begin tending to Kristians while the camera zeros in on Alexander’s bloodied face.
Don Chuckles: First Triple H, and now Kristians! I’m beginning to feel apprehensive about walking around backstage. Who’s responsible for all of these attacks?
Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial/
EDGE VS JEFF HARDY 2.0
As Thy WWE Raw returns from a commercial break with Edge and Hardy already in the ring, exchanging punches.
Phil Latio: Here we go! The Rated R superstar is going up against Jeff Hardy!
Edge immediately gets the upper hand and sends Hardy off the ropes and as he returns, Edge levels him with a clothesline. Hardy looks badly hurt, but Edge doesn’t stop there as he picks him up and hits Edgecution!
Don Chuckles: This is getting embarrassing…..
Finally Hardy fights back, giving Edge a few shots of his own followed by a clothesline, but Edge ducks underneath it and hits and atomic drop on the unwitting Hardy.
Don Chuckles: What the? Is this guy high!?
Edge goes for the pin, but Hardy kicks out! Edge looks a little frustrated and takes his eye off Hardy, who kicks him in the gut and hits a big DDT before going for a pin of his own!
One!
Edge kicks out on one!
Phil Latio: Jeff Hardy has really struggled to gain any momentum tonight. I wonder if there is something impairing him.
Don Chuckles: Dr-
Phil Latio: Don’t say it! Well, maybe you’re right, perhaps he is a little drunk……
Don Chuckles: That’s not what I mea…
Phil Latio: -HERE COMES EDGE![/color
Don goes silent as Phil interrupts him and Edge ducks another Hardy clothesline before hitting The Spear!
One
Two
Three!
Result: Edge wins via Spear.
POT walks out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ring, wearing the brand new 'I Bring It Via Satellite' Rock shirt, and John Cena type Jean shorts, and a New York Yankee cap. He rolls into the ring and throws his cap into the crowd before grabbing a mic from the announcer.
POT: Soon the lists of World champs will include me bro,
I will be a better champ than Bruno Sammartino.
I have lost my mind like Mankind, pulling socks from his asscrack,
I am straight, you like Dude Love, so get off the Cactus Jack.
Every one knows that Rock cannot beat me,
I am itching to beat him like a penis with an STD.
I am sick of Rock showing me disrespect,
I'ma bounce you like the bank bounces bad checks.
Tonight Rock, I will pick out your mistakes,
and piss all over you like you was urinal cakes.
I am taking over Hip Hop and the Wrestling Ring,
and then I can prove that I am the Next Big Thing.
I am Hardcore like Porno flicks,
You just like sucking dicks.
You see Rock, you claim to be Thy WWE's Most Electrifying Man,
You are pulling more crap, than a supersized bed pan.
And later Rock, I'll destroy you, your fans won’t even miss you,
You aint electrifying Rock, you just a dead issue.
The fans start booing at what POT has said as he pulls his chain and lock out from under his shirt and kisses it.
POT: And later, I will prove that the Big Dog is all buck,
and if you think that Rock will win tonight, you just a stupid Mother Fuck.
People have been saying that POT will fail the test,
But tonight, it will be Rock leaving a bloody mess.
Rock's a coward and a guaranteed no show,
He is too busy, hitting on the rookies, trying to get a low blow.
And tonight, you cannot stop me,
I will just keep talking smack and backing it up, im the white Muhammed Ali.
I'll break your skull, then your reputation,
Like you were on the wrong side of a Kobe Bryant violation.
I'm the real main eventer, you just a counterfeit,
I'll stick your head so far up your ass, you can taste your own shit.
Crowd: Oooooooooooooooo
POT: And later, I'ma prove that I am the best,
Then I will show you that I have passed the test.
I am the new rookie phenom, changing the guard,
Vinnie Mac is bankrupt, I'm repossessing his yard.
You have seen me Rock, but never intense,
I'ma fill you full of holes, like a chainlink fence.
When I stop Rock, I dont back off,
I am the king around here, you just another jack-off
I'ma prove to you Im the best before your eyes,
all you women want me, I'm the envy of all you guys.
Thats because you rely on flipping burgers and making fries,
Your girls with me, I'ma bout to find her bra size.
I dont care who I piss off,
Vinnie Mac, Rick Speedwagon to TNA and Eric Bischoff.
I'm the man son and I'm attacking this arrangement,
The new centre piece of Wrestling Entertainment.
Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial break.
JOEY THE BASTARD VS BENO
Thy WWE Raw comes back from commercial break to already reveal Beno and JTB slugging it out in the centre of the ring.
Don Chuckles: These are two of my very favourites in the ring right now, Phil.
Beno gains the upper hand early on with a powerful uppercut, which sends JTB back against the ropes, stumbling forwards into a huge powerslam!
Phil Latio: Oh! What huge impact!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the broadcast returns, things haven’t changed much as Beno has The Bastard clamped down in a seated sleeper hold. JTB looks like he’s fading fast.
Don Chuckles: Joey The Bastard has put up a brave fight, but Beno has simply been the better man tonight. Unfortunately for The Bastard; Beno is on top of his game right now.
The referee goes over to JTB, who looks unconscious and checks his cognitive ability a few times.
He raises the arm and lets it fall…..ONE
He does it again……TWO
The referee drops his limb a final time, but it stays there!
Phil Latio: Oh! Perhaps there’s still some fight left in this man!
JTB fights out and beats Beno into a daze before hitting the ropes but Beno nearly rips him in half with a Hit N’ Run!!!!
Phil Latio: Oh my God! This could be it for Joey!
One!
Two!
Three!!!!!
Result: Beno wins with a Hit N’ Run.
PROFESSOR OF THUGANOMICS VS THE ROCK
Thy WWE Raw returns from a commercial view to unveil the stage from a birds eye perspective, with the camera slowly panning inwards as the familiar voice of Phil Latio come through viewers television sets.
Phil Latio: Welcome back to Raw folks. Up next we are going to see The Professor of Thuganomics take on “The Great One”, The Rock.
Don Chuckles: I can’t wait for this one, these two have been locked in a verbal battle for two weeks now and all that frustration is going to boil over here in the ring. These guys are two of the best talkers around and now it’s time to stop bashing each other verbally and to start doing it physically!
Phil Latio: Well put, Don. These two both possess the gift of the gab, but who is the superior in ring competitor?
IF YOU SMELL
Crowd:
WHAT THE ROCK…..IS COOKIN!
Phil Latio: It looks like it’s time for some action, The Rock is here and these fans are ecstatic!
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, from Miami Florida, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds……..THE ROCK!
The Great One struts out from backstage in his full ring attire, soaking up the atmosphere of the crowd, which is tumultuous cheers for the returning superstar. The Rock walks down the centre of the ramp purposefully as the crowds roar their approval. As Rock reaches the bottom of the ramp, he pauses for a moment before jerking his body to the left to ascend the steps and mount the turnbuckle where he thrusts his arm into the air, garnering massive cheers from the Thy WWE crowd. The Rock traverses the turnbuckle and hops down into the ring and climbs the other post, getting another loud reaction before making his way back to the centre of the ring under the intense, dark blue lights, awaiting the arrival of The Professor of Thuganomics, who had plenty to say prior to the match.
WORDLIFE!!
Steve Cruise: And his opponent, from Belfast, Ireland; weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds……….THE PROFESSOR OF THUGANOMICS!
Deafening boos greet the cocky, pretentious and slightly troubled Professor of Thuganomics, who bursts out from backstage with a lively spark in his eyes. He doesn’t bother procrastinating on the ramp in front of the aggressive fans and simply brandishes his chain, showing that he pledges his loyalty to his lifestyle and not the heckling fans lining the stands above.
Don Chuckles: I like this guy, Phil. He’s right up my avenue, unlike shiny headed, pie eating moron in the ring.
Phil Latio: Don, The Rock is a fantastic superstar! Sure, he’s had a couple of small runs here before, but he’s a very busy guy, he has movies to make. But after hearing the conviction in his words earlier tonight, I think he’s hear to stay and hear to win championships.
The POT slides underneath the bottom rope and in the blink of an eye he whisks off his tank top and tosses it to the outside, but he’s more careful with his chain and makes sure there is a vigilant official prepared to take it on the outside. From there, the two athletes stare deep into each others eyes as the referee goes through the usual debilitating rules and regulations which each man has heard a thousand times over before calling for the bell, which rings out loud and clear.
Phil Latio: And we’re off!
Neither man wastes any time and from the word go they both advance across the ring and Rock is the first to land a blow, which POT takes on the chin and twists back before hitting Rock in the jaw in answer. Rock recoils slightly, but uses the ground lost as a run up for his next shot, which sends POT reeling.
Phil Latio: These guys are less interested in wrestling and more concerned with knocking the stuffing out of each other!
POT doesn’t give in to Rock and returns another stiff right hand.
Don Chuckles: And they’re not done yet!
Rock hits POT back and POT does the same, this continues for another few rounds until POT ducks one of Rock’s shots and runs through to the ropes behind The Great One.
Don Chuckles: Here we go Phil, my boy Bobby Cena is going to take out the trash!
POT comes thundering back, but The Rock has him scouted and flicks POT’s arm over his shoulder in preparation for the Rock Bottom, sending the crowd into raptures.
Phil Latio: Oh my! I think we’re about to see something big!
But POT recovers in time to reverse the devastating Rock Bottom into an STO.
Don Chuckles: Brilliant by POT!
Rock hits the canvas hard and POT immediately goes for the cover.
One…..
Two……
NO!
Phil Latio: The Rock kicks out with authority!
POT seems slightly disappointed but doesn’t waste any time and looks for his submission manoeuvre, the STFU.
Phil Latio: POT has the leg, he just needs to……
Rock manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope in desperation, just before POT had the move locked in.
Phil Latio:….oooh, that was close, but Rock escaped!
POT scoops Rock up from the canvas and immediately places him on his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop, but Rock wriggles free and hits a forearm to the back of POT and then lifts him up and hits a Samoan Drop of his own!
Don Chuckles: That thief! He stole POT’s move!
Phil Latio: There isn’t any licence on the move, Don.
POT grits his teeth and gets back up, running forwards in the hopes that he can bring the Rock down, but The Great One is too sharp for him and picks him up and then plants him back down to the canvas with a Spinebuster!
Phil Latio: The Rock is picking up some momentum!
The Rock trots around the motionless frame of POT and kicks in his two arms before motioning for the People’s Elbow.
Phil Latio: Oh my!
Don Chuckles: No!
The Rock tosses his elbow pad into the crowd and hits the ropes, then the other set and drops the elbow!...................straight on to the canvas!!!!!
Phil Latio: He moved! POT dodged it!
Rock is rubbing his elbow in pain when POT suddenly leaps on his back of Rock and locks in the STFU!!!
Don Chuckles: STFU! STFU! He has it!
Rock writhes around, he reaches for the ropes, but they’re too far away, he is right in the middle of the ring. Just as Rock looks as he’s about to tap, he slumps down and bangs his head off the canvas lifelessly.
Phil Latio: The Rock is too damn tough to tap!
As the referee sees a motionless Rock, he calls for the bell which rings out clearly.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re winner by submission….The Professor of Thuganomics!
WORDLIFE!
POT wheels off in jubilations, sharing his wins with the less than enthusiastic fans who jeer him.
Don Chuckles: He did it, Phil!
Phil Latio: No he didn’t! The Rock never tapped and that idiotic referee didn’t raise Rock’s arm three times before ringing the bell. The Rock has been screwed here! And I doubt he’s going to be happy when he watches the replays later on.
POT is exiting on the ramp as The Rock gets back to his feet, looking disappointed and angry that he lost to POT, but unaware of the referees mistake, for now….
Burris troy:Ladies and gentlemen I am here with none other then the killer Xavier Oden.
Xavier has a slight cocky smirk on his face, awaiting for the interviewer to finally wrap up his introduction.
Burris Troy: Mister Oden, you've made your presonce known by not only attacking Shawn Micheals but losing a close-
XKO:Wow,what did you say?
Burris Troy: I was just bringing up your last match with Justin that you lo-
XKO:Hold on right, I didn't lose that match I merely showed Justin I didn't need to beat him that night. I walked out of that ring perfectly fine. Justin on the other hand was laying out in pain.
Burris Troy:From a low blow.
XKO:Point is, I have yet to be pinned or submitted in that ring. If the hyped Justin Time couldn't do it, what makes you think anyone else will or can?
Burris Troy:So your confident you'll be winning tonight?
XKO:Of course.
P.O.T walks up beside Burris Troy and stands in front of XKO
XKO:You have something to say? I figured you were done with our last meeting?
Xavier glares at the rapper, his face turning a bit red as the stare down continues to spark.
P.O.T: No I am far from done, I am just here to watch you do another shit promo like evry other one you have ever done.
XKO:Oh your funny, your very funny. Sadly your messing with my interview time, this is no place for an undercarder. Go back to small leagues if you want to be taken as a big deal.
P.O.T: After I beat Rock tonight, I will be a force to be afraid of. And I will do my father proud by taking you out, just like you did to Shawn.
XKO: Listen! You have no room here, if you have somewhere to be I suggest you go to it before I remind you just how Shawn fealt. Besides I don't have time to hear your daddy issues right now, be a big boy...get over it.
P.O.T: How dare you, I hope you know, you are not doing any favours for yourself around here, sooner or later, all of these attacks will bury you, and no one will even like the Killer Xavier Oden. I am just ginna kill you off, so no one needs to deal with you in the future.
The men share a furious glare Xavier more heated after P.O.T's comments. Finally he speaks.
XKO:Tonight...your gonna remember this, I’ll see you soon.
Xavier speaks growling as he slowly walks away. POT turns to Burris Troy and looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist
POT: Looks like it's that time of the month again
POT and Burris Troy share a small laugh at the joke as the show goes to commercial
We come back from commercial to see “The Killer”, Xavier Oden in the ring with Dominic Reynolds, they’re both staring into each others eyes and they look like they’re ready to rip each other apart.
Phil Latio: By the look in both men’s eyes, this is going to be intense.
The bell rings and Oden surges forwards, tackling Reynolds to the ground before landing several stomps to the chest.
Don Chuckles: That right there is smart; he’s not going to brawl with an accomplished boxer! Instead he takes him down with his superior mat wrestling skills and stomps on him!
Oden stomps on him twice more before hitting the ropes and landing with his elbow right on the canvas! Dominic evaded him with a swift roll and as Oden gets to his feet, Reynolds begins to pummel him with lefts and rights, his hands like a blur as he makes contact with the face and gut in a blur. Xavier is beaten back to the ropes and as it looks like the referee is going to intervene, Oden lands a kick to the gut and puts his fist against Reynolds’s skull! Dominic returns the favour, forcing Oden back. The two continue shot for shot until Reynolds gets the advantage with a hard shot and whips Oden into the ropes. Xavier comes flying back and both men simultaneously extend an arm and drop each other with a clothesline. With both men down, we go to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As we return from commercial, Reynolds looks to be on top with Oden resting against the turnbuckle pads as Dominic pummels him. The referee intervenes and pulls them apart, but as he does so, Xavier lands a sneaky boot and several shots, knocking Dominic back against the ropes. Reynolds rests there and like a feral dog, Xavier Oden sprints forwards and dives against his opponent, knocking both men to the outside! As the camera zooms in, both men look to be unconscious. The referee begins the count,
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
TEN!!!
Result: Double Count Out
Phil Latio: It looks like we’re in for a real treat here folks; both men have been victims of Brian Gunn and both men are tremendous athletes.
Don Chuckles: That’s right Phil. One is a tremendous athlete and one WAS a tremendous athlete.
Phil Latio: What are you getting at, Don?
Don Chuckles: Oh come on! We both know that Triple H is well past his best. The man is practically in self denial, you just watch; Barton will be stronger and faster than this old has been.
Phil Latio: I think you’re definitely wrong. I wouldn’t write Triple H off even if he was seventy seven.
Don Chuckles: You’d think he was…..
Phil Latio: Uh, you’re impossible.
Barton’s signature theme, “No Security” begins to play and it’s greeting by cheers from the capacity Thy WWE crowd. Right on queue, Barton enters from backstage with conviction, he doesn’t waste any time pandering to the crowd, instead he heads straight for the ring. Barton marches down the entrance ramp with purpose in his eyes and rolls underneath the bottom rope, ready for action.
Phil Latio: Wow, Barton sure isn’t in the mood for playing to the fans this week.
Don Chuckles: You can say that again!
The camera focuses in on the face of Barton as the sound of a guitar stroke echoes around the arena and Triple H’s signature theme by Motorhead begins to play.
Phil Latio: Here we go! Business is about to pick up!
Triple H appears from backstage gripping his sledgehammer and looks at it, then at Barton a few times.
Phil Latio: Let’s not forget what Triple H said about his sledgehammer when he spoke of Barton…..
But Triple H shakes his head and instead throws it to the ground before sprinting down to the ring, with the crowd roaring their approval.
Phil Latio: And here we go!
As Triple H rolls underneath the bottom rope, Barton stomps on him, wasting no time. Triple H is forced to stay down and Barton uses the time to hit the ropes and knock Triple H straight to the outside with a low dropkick, sending The Game back under the bottom rope and all the way to the floor.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
As the Thy WWE broadcast of Raw returns, we see Triple H and Barton brawling on the outside with the referees count at eight. Once he reaches nine, both men run for the ring and Triple H pushes Barton backwards so he trips over and falls! Triple H rolls into the ring as the official shouts ten!
But Barton had already managed to get back in, just in time! From there, Triple H runs into the ropes and hits his signature facebuster before running back to hit a high knee to the face of Barton, levelling him. As Barton rises from the mat, Triple H hooks both arms and Pedig- wait no, Barton has escaped and he hits a big clothesline on Triple H for a close two! Triple H looks tired as he gets up and he looks left, then right; but there’s no sign of Barton! Barton is eyeing Triple H up from a turnbuckle behind him and he runs forwards before launching himself into the air, looking for the B-Dog! Barton surges forwards and hooks the leg, then comes all the way down…..on to his ass! Triple H broke free! Barton gets up looking hurt and he’s caught by surprise as Triple H kicks him in the gut, hooks both arms and drops him with a Pedigree!!!!!!!
One
Two
Three!!!!
Result: Triple H wins by Pedigree.
A hype video fills the screen for Thy WWE Smackdown, saying that excitement and glory returns to Thy, next week.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
"Savior" by Skillet begins to play throughout the arena as Jacob Senn comes out and makes his way down the aisle, with the fans in the building greeting him with a round of mixed reactions. As Jacob gets to the ring, Jacob walks up the steps and steps into the ring. He goes to the turnbuckle climbs up and extends his arms out. He comes down and then taunts the fans at ringside, who continue to shower the ring with their reactions.
Jacob: My name is Jacob Senn!!! Let me tell you about myself. I am from the great state of Alabama. For a long decade, I have been training to be able to get in the ring with great superstars. I have been in two other federations, so I know my way in the ring, but there is one thing I have never done: become world champion. Now, not only with my rich experience in the ring, but it is destiny to become the ThyWWE World Champion.
The fans start to show what they think and Jacob starts to nod his head saying it is his destiny to become world champion. He is telling the fans without the mic "It is destiny" and "I will be world champion"
Jacob: My destiny is to destroy every single person on RAW. From now on, the name "Jacob Senn" will be complacent in the heart and the mind of the ThyWWE Universe.
He starts to walk around the ring with a sly grin on his face directed towards the fans.
Jacob: My destiny is to win the Royal Rumble...and main event Wrestlemania!!! You people....You people....you got no destiny. Because there are two type of people in the world: the great ones and the rest of you miserable people. The great ones and those gardeners who work for me. The great ones and the carwashers. The great ones and a man here in ThyWWE: The Undertaker.
The fans start to cheer for the mention of The Undertaker.
Jacob: Undertaker is nothing but a stepping stone in my career. Because eventually, Taker, me and you will meet in the squared circle. When that happens, I will make The Deadman be a dead man.
"Savior" by Skillet starts to play as he makes his departure. He throws down the microphone and leaves the arena with a grin on his face, taunting to the fans
JUSTIN TIME VS BRIAN GUNN
Thy WWE Raw returns from commercial break to reveal Justin Time already in the ring with the fans chanting “TIME! TIME! TIME!”
Phil Latio: These fans hold Justin Time near and dear to their hearts. Sure, he’s rough around the edges and a little cocky, but he means well and he always performs to the best of his ability, which I can assure you, is an extremely high standard.
Don Chuckles: This guy nearly beat the champion! But Sheamus held himself up longer and fell last the get that win. Now he faces a new challenge in the freakish Brian Gunn……
Breaking Benjamin’s “I Will Not Bow” begins to play and the lights dim.
Phil Latio: Here we go!
The crowd boo in response to the sound of Gunn’s theme. Seconds tick away and Gunn misses his queue to enter, he isn’t there……
Phil Latio: Don’t tell me another one has been attacked backstage…
The crowds boos grow in volume as Brian Gunn rolls out from underneath the ring, with Justin Time completely unaware.
Don Chuckles: You’ve got to admire intelligence like that!
Time is right in the centre of the ring as Gunn comes in and hits a big pump handle slam! Justin hits the mat hard and writhes around in agony as Gunn stands there admiring his work, as though the pain itself nourished and sustained him.
Phil Latio: This is one twisted guy….
Gunn looks focused as he scoops Justin off of the canvas and tosses him over the top rope and all the way to the outside, garnering more boos for him.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Welcome back to Thy WWE Raw folks!
The broadcast returns to reveal Gunn on top of Time in a ground and pound, punching remorselessly like a man possessed.
Don Chuckles: This man is intense, everything he has done has been oth vicious and calculated, like some sort of sociopath, I love it!
Brian Gunn looks down on his fallen foe and decides it’s time to end it, he mounts the turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a Soul Crusher!
Phil Latio: Dear God! This thing is over!
But Gunn isn’t satisfied and he climbs the turnbuckle once again and hits another Soul Crusher!
Phil Latio: My God! Justin Time’s ribs must be shattered from the sheer impact sustained from those two Soul Crushers!
Don Chuckles: This guy doesn’t care what he had to do to win and that’s why he has a great chance against Sheamus at The Longest Road, he’s letting no one get in his way.
Brian Gunn slowly bends down and pins Justin Time, looking confident of the win.
One
Two
Three!!!!!!
Phil Latio: And Brian Gunn wins, a devastating performance where we never got to see Justin Time’s true ability shine.
The show ends with Brian Gunn pointing to the camera, saying “You’re next, Sheamus”. The disclaimer pops up and the broadcast fades to black.[/size]
