Post by Beno on Aug 3, 2011 23:06:07 GMT -5
Monday Night Raw
It was days ago that battle lines were drawn in the sand. We saw the resurrection of a dead promotion via the actions of one lone competitor. The intentions and capabilities of Alex Kendall are completely unknown at the moment. But his actions have already triggered a firestorm of actions and thoughts in the back.
“Is SCW something we could align with?”
“I just want to punch that ego maniacal bum in the mouth”
There has not been this much excitement circulating in quite some time; what could happen tonight is anybody’s guess. But one thing I can tell you is that many people are going to keeping a close eye on tonight’s telecast.
This is going to be good…
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As our feed begins a howling guitar screech comes over the sound system as "Missing Link" by Curve begins to play. As the drums kick in, the logo of 'SCW' suddenly appears on the Titan Tron. The crowd erupts into boos, which grow even louder when they see Alex Kendall - dressed in a completely white suit and tie - appear at the top of the rampway, SCW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and "Wildcard" Caitlyn Callahan in tow. He surveys the crowd, before calmly walking down towards the ring. Caitlyn holds the rope open for him as he makes his way in, holding a microphone. Taking almost half a minute just to soak up the boos, he begins to speak.
Alex Kendall - "You know...I want to thank all of you for that reaction."
The crowd boo again, no doubt assuming it was sarcastic.
Alex Kendall - "No, really, I mean it. Thank you. A reaction like that gives me hope for the business, because the fact that someone can come in and challenge the foundation of a product you love - for you to react that strongly means you support this company, and you support this industry, and that's admirable."
He raises a hand, gesturing along with each word.
Alex Kendall - "See, I remember when I was like you, especially you young fans. When I was training to become a professional wrestler and told me it was worthless, I shrugged it off. I didn't care about the opinions of people who didn't want to educate themselves about what they were judging. No, the people whose opinions used to really make me mad where from the people who were fans, and the people who claimed to know more than me. I used to follow a little company called 'World Championship Wrestling' when I was a teenager, and I always used to be told that everything was going wrong. I was told that egos were leading the company down the drain. I was told the money was going to people who didn't deserve it. And I shut those people out."
A frown crosses his face.
Alex Kendall - "I shut those people out because there were people like Dean Malenko, Chris Jericho, Rey Mysterio Jr., Arn Anderson, Eddie Guerrero, people who gave me hope for the future of the company, and I just wrote it off as jealousy. It wasn't until after WCW went under, and when I actually got to experience first hand what it was like to be in the business that I realised how cut-throat it was. That I had to put my hand up and admit I was wrong, and everyone who told me that professional wrestling was a shameful and corrupt industry from the ground up was right. So I say 'thank you' for booing me and showing me you support the product - because now, you've given me more incentive to fight harder, and create a future for this business where I'm not proven right."
Kendall reholsters the belt proudly, a coy smirk coming across his face.
Alex Kendall - "On my shoulder sits the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, a title I bestowed upon myself. It's heritage is barely noteworthy, my legitimacy as a 'champion' is obviously questionable, and the belt itself is barely worth the sum of its' parts - but every second this championship title sits upon my shoulder is a second that Thy WWE comes closer to the extinction it deserves."
Callahan steps forward, having been standing in the background almost deathly still. Presenting him with a piece of paper, Alex presents it to the camera.
Alex Kendall - "You see, here I have a replica of my Thy WWE Contract, which I signed and had approved the night of Attrition, within an hour before I introduced myself to all of you. It states that while the SCW World Heavyweight Champion cannot and will not be recognised as an official championship, my 'reign', however, will be counted in regards to the terms and conditions of my services as a performer and as a competitor. There's a lot of boring technicalities and legal jargon here that I won't waste your time with, so I'll give you the abridged version - I cannot compete in a singles match in Thy WWE without defending this championship. If I refuse to defend my championship, am unable to compete, or lose a schedule defense to a Thy WWE competitor, my contract is null and void, effective immediately."
Alex turns the contract towards himself, mock-reading it with the biggest of smiles.
Alex Kendall - "However, the contract itself, in regards to salary, is a generous sum. Very generous, indeed. And I, too, am generous. After all, I need to thank Thy WWE for being so welcoming to me and accepting me into their ranks - and on top of that, I do know how Mr. Starr and Mr. McMahon love their money. So the two of you can sleep easier at night. No, I'm not going to take a penny out of this company. In fact, I'm thinking of reinvesting every last cent of it back into the company. In shares."
He wanders up to the camera, glaring directly into it.
Alex Kendall - "Now according to my calculations, based on the current state of the ever-dwindling stock market and the sum I am legally entitled to, as per this contract - for every scheduled defence of my championship where I successfully retain..."
An evil smirk appears.
Alex Kendall - "Three percent of Thy WWE becomes mine."
The crowd suddenly erupts in both cries and boos, almost as if a bomb alarm had gone off. Alex folds up the contract, calmly handing it back to Caitlyn.
Alex Kendall - "I'll let all of you in the back, executives and general managers and such who have never attended a wrestling show in your life, never even thought about being this side of the guard rails, let alone between the ropes - do the number crunching to figure out just how long a win streak I need to be declared majority shareholder and CEO of the company - but my estimates put it in the eight to twelve range. I suppose it's also worth mentioning that, given my promised amount and how legally airtight the clauses are thanks to my friend Ms. Callahan here, firing me without good reason - and I mean -good- reason - would be a direct violation of the terms and conditions and entitle me to a payout so significant that I could own this whole federation by morning."
The look on his face becomes as devious as one man is capable of appearing.
Alex Kendall - "And I would hate to know what I'd do to a company that I felt had wronged me, especially if I had the power to outright close the whole federation and put every single one of you out of work like snapping my fingers, and no one could do a goddamn thing to stop me."
A short pause as he assesses the panicked crowd.
Alex Kendall - "But then, that's for you executives to work out. I'm a professional wrestler. And I'm here to defend my title."
"Missing Link" hits the sound system again as the duo slowly make their way into the back. The show then goes to a commercial break.
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As our show comes back from the commercial break, we can see General Manager Starr in his office; sitting at his desk with his head resting in his hands. We can hear him mumbling something inaudibly, but before the shot can get a closer look to try and catch what he is saying, the office door swings open and in walks the new Intercontinental Champion “The Saviour” Jacob Senn. The belt is on proud display around his waist as General Manager Starr raises his head and looks at Senn with a look of disgust on his face.
Jacob Senn: Austin, as you may or may not already know. I am your new Intercontinental Champion, after defeating Raven and Christian Knight at Attrition.
We can see Austin is not at all interested in having this conversation.
General Manager Starr: Whatever point or reason you have for barging into my office Jacob, make it fast. I have other pressing matters to attend to tonight.
Apparently not the reaction Jacob was expecting, we see Jacob get taken aback for a moment before recollecting himself and stepping forward.
Jacob Senn: Let me get right to the point Austin, I’m taking my newly won Intercontinental Title and I’m jumping ship to Smackdown unless you make it worth my while to stay here on Raw.
Austin just turns his head slightly as Jacob continues.
Jacob Senn: Once I leave there will be no title exclusive to this show, what do you thin-
General Manager Starr: Let me stop you right there “champ”. First off, you don’t ever again barge into my office making demands. I don’t care what you’ve won, or what you think you are entitled to. I am a businessman, I am a professional; and all things will be conducted in such a manner. As for your little empty threat to jump ship to Smackdown; pfft, let me make one thing clear Jacob. Look at the ratings, look at the content; Smackdown is a proven second rate show compared to what I run each week. You’ve got me putting on guaranteed classics like my main event tonight with Triple H taking on Reynolds. Compare that to Smackdown, where Valentino is running a burrito eating contest.
Disgusting Jacob…simply disgusting.
But if you want to take your proven talents there Jacob, then go ahead. If you want to spit in my face, after I gave you the chance to take yourself to the next level; then go right ahead. But I guarantee you Jacob; you will not be welcomed back if you do.
We can see the wheels start to turn in Jacob’s head, as some of the stuff that General Manager Starr is saying is making sense.
Jacob Senn: I wa-
General Manager Starr: I put you into that title match at the pay per view because I saw the potential in you to be a superstar. I gave you the chance to seize the proverbial brass ring, and you took it. You took control of your own destiny Jacob, and now the ball is in your own hands. Continue to act like a champion Jacob and I assure you that you will be treated like one.
[/color]It was days ago that battle lines were drawn in the sand. We saw the resurrection of a dead promotion via the actions of one lone competitor. The intentions and capabilities of Alex Kendall are completely unknown at the moment. But his actions have already triggered a firestorm of actions and thoughts in the back.
“Is SCW something we could align with?”
“I just want to punch that ego maniacal bum in the mouth”
There has not been this much excitement circulating in quite some time; what could happen tonight is anybody’s guess. But one thing I can tell you is that many people are going to keeping a close eye on tonight’s telecast.
This is going to be good…
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As our feed begins a howling guitar screech comes over the sound system as "Missing Link" by Curve begins to play. As the drums kick in, the logo of 'SCW' suddenly appears on the Titan Tron. The crowd erupts into boos, which grow even louder when they see Alex Kendall - dressed in a completely white suit and tie - appear at the top of the rampway, SCW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and "Wildcard" Caitlyn Callahan in tow. He surveys the crowd, before calmly walking down towards the ring. Caitlyn holds the rope open for him as he makes his way in, holding a microphone. Taking almost half a minute just to soak up the boos, he begins to speak.
Alex Kendall - "You know...I want to thank all of you for that reaction."
The crowd boo again, no doubt assuming it was sarcastic.
Alex Kendall - "No, really, I mean it. Thank you. A reaction like that gives me hope for the business, because the fact that someone can come in and challenge the foundation of a product you love - for you to react that strongly means you support this company, and you support this industry, and that's admirable."
He raises a hand, gesturing along with each word.
Alex Kendall - "See, I remember when I was like you, especially you young fans. When I was training to become a professional wrestler and told me it was worthless, I shrugged it off. I didn't care about the opinions of people who didn't want to educate themselves about what they were judging. No, the people whose opinions used to really make me mad where from the people who were fans, and the people who claimed to know more than me. I used to follow a little company called 'World Championship Wrestling' when I was a teenager, and I always used to be told that everything was going wrong. I was told that egos were leading the company down the drain. I was told the money was going to people who didn't deserve it. And I shut those people out."
A frown crosses his face.
Alex Kendall - "I shut those people out because there were people like Dean Malenko, Chris Jericho, Rey Mysterio Jr., Arn Anderson, Eddie Guerrero, people who gave me hope for the future of the company, and I just wrote it off as jealousy. It wasn't until after WCW went under, and when I actually got to experience first hand what it was like to be in the business that I realised how cut-throat it was. That I had to put my hand up and admit I was wrong, and everyone who told me that professional wrestling was a shameful and corrupt industry from the ground up was right. So I say 'thank you' for booing me and showing me you support the product - because now, you've given me more incentive to fight harder, and create a future for this business where I'm not proven right."
Kendall reholsters the belt proudly, a coy smirk coming across his face.
Alex Kendall - "On my shoulder sits the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, a title I bestowed upon myself. It's heritage is barely noteworthy, my legitimacy as a 'champion' is obviously questionable, and the belt itself is barely worth the sum of its' parts - but every second this championship title sits upon my shoulder is a second that Thy WWE comes closer to the extinction it deserves."
Callahan steps forward, having been standing in the background almost deathly still. Presenting him with a piece of paper, Alex presents it to the camera.
Alex Kendall - "You see, here I have a replica of my Thy WWE Contract, which I signed and had approved the night of Attrition, within an hour before I introduced myself to all of you. It states that while the SCW World Heavyweight Champion cannot and will not be recognised as an official championship, my 'reign', however, will be counted in regards to the terms and conditions of my services as a performer and as a competitor. There's a lot of boring technicalities and legal jargon here that I won't waste your time with, so I'll give you the abridged version - I cannot compete in a singles match in Thy WWE without defending this championship. If I refuse to defend my championship, am unable to compete, or lose a schedule defense to a Thy WWE competitor, my contract is null and void, effective immediately."
Alex turns the contract towards himself, mock-reading it with the biggest of smiles.
Alex Kendall - "However, the contract itself, in regards to salary, is a generous sum. Very generous, indeed. And I, too, am generous. After all, I need to thank Thy WWE for being so welcoming to me and accepting me into their ranks - and on top of that, I do know how Mr. Starr and Mr. McMahon love their money. So the two of you can sleep easier at night. No, I'm not going to take a penny out of this company. In fact, I'm thinking of reinvesting every last cent of it back into the company. In shares."
He wanders up to the camera, glaring directly into it.
Alex Kendall - "Now according to my calculations, based on the current state of the ever-dwindling stock market and the sum I am legally entitled to, as per this contract - for every scheduled defence of my championship where I successfully retain..."
An evil smirk appears.
Alex Kendall - "Three percent of Thy WWE becomes mine."
The crowd suddenly erupts in both cries and boos, almost as if a bomb alarm had gone off. Alex folds up the contract, calmly handing it back to Caitlyn.
Alex Kendall - "I'll let all of you in the back, executives and general managers and such who have never attended a wrestling show in your life, never even thought about being this side of the guard rails, let alone between the ropes - do the number crunching to figure out just how long a win streak I need to be declared majority shareholder and CEO of the company - but my estimates put it in the eight to twelve range. I suppose it's also worth mentioning that, given my promised amount and how legally airtight the clauses are thanks to my friend Ms. Callahan here, firing me without good reason - and I mean -good- reason - would be a direct violation of the terms and conditions and entitle me to a payout so significant that I could own this whole federation by morning."
The look on his face becomes as devious as one man is capable of appearing.
Alex Kendall - "And I would hate to know what I'd do to a company that I felt had wronged me, especially if I had the power to outright close the whole federation and put every single one of you out of work like snapping my fingers, and no one could do a goddamn thing to stop me."
A short pause as he assesses the panicked crowd.
Alex Kendall - "But then, that's for you executives to work out. I'm a professional wrestler. And I'm here to defend my title."
"Missing Link" hits the sound system again as the duo slowly make their way into the back. The show then goes to a commercial break.
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As our show comes back from the commercial break, we can see General Manager Starr in his office; sitting at his desk with his head resting in his hands. We can hear him mumbling something inaudibly, but before the shot can get a closer look to try and catch what he is saying, the office door swings open and in walks the new Intercontinental Champion “The Saviour” Jacob Senn. The belt is on proud display around his waist as General Manager Starr raises his head and looks at Senn with a look of disgust on his face.
Jacob Senn: Austin, as you may or may not already know. I am your new Intercontinental Champion, after defeating Raven and Christian Knight at Attrition.
We can see Austin is not at all interested in having this conversation.
General Manager Starr: Whatever point or reason you have for barging into my office Jacob, make it fast. I have other pressing matters to attend to tonight.
Apparently not the reaction Jacob was expecting, we see Jacob get taken aback for a moment before recollecting himself and stepping forward.
Jacob Senn: Let me get right to the point Austin, I’m taking my newly won Intercontinental Title and I’m jumping ship to Smackdown unless you make it worth my while to stay here on Raw.
Austin just turns his head slightly as Jacob continues.
Jacob Senn: Once I leave there will be no title exclusive to this show, what do you thin-
General Manager Starr: Let me stop you right there “champ”. First off, you don’t ever again barge into my office making demands. I don’t care what you’ve won, or what you think you are entitled to. I am a businessman, I am a professional; and all things will be conducted in such a manner. As for your little empty threat to jump ship to Smackdown; pfft, let me make one thing clear Jacob. Look at the ratings, look at the content; Smackdown is a proven second rate show compared to what I run each week. You’ve got me putting on guaranteed classics like my main event tonight with Triple H taking on Reynolds. Compare that to Smackdown, where Valentino is running a burrito eating contest.
Disgusting Jacob…simply disgusting.
But if you want to take your proven talents there Jacob, then go ahead. If you want to spit in my face, after I gave you the chance to take yourself to the next level; then go right ahead. But I guarantee you Jacob; you will not be welcomed back if you do.
We can see the wheels start to turn in Jacob’s head, as some of the stuff that General Manager Starr is saying is making sense.
Jacob Senn: I wa-
General Manager Starr: I put you into that title match at the pay per view because I saw the potential in you to be a superstar. I gave you the chance to seize the proverbial brass ring, and you took it. You took control of your own destiny Jacob, and now the ball is in your own hands. Continue to act like a champion Jacob and I assure you that you will be treated like one.
Jacob Senn: Fair enough sir, but may I discuss a couple of other matters with you?
General Manager Starr: Make it quick.
The champ sits down in the chair in front of General Manager Starr’s desk; we can see the two of them start to discuss things as the feed switches to ringside where we can see the somber faces of Don Chuckles and Phil Latio.
Don Chuckles: Certainly an interesting start to our show Phil.
Phil Latio: I don’t like that Kendall guy, but I gotta admit that he has certainly shaken things up since his bold attack at the end of the pay per view.
Don Chuckles: We got a jam packed card tonight, starting right now with our first match. We see Sir Luscious Leftfoot make his presence known here once again as he takes on the flamboyant pirate in Captain Creambeard.
Phil Latio: General Manager Starr blasts Valentino for booking burrito eating contests; but then he lets that clown Leftfoot keep coming back. Am I the only one that sees the hypocrisy there Don?
Don Chuckles: Are you trying to get yourself fired?[/size]
Match 1: Sir Luscious Leftfoot vs. Captain Creambeard[/size]
“Can’t Touch This” blasts out over the arena speakers as we see the jukin and jiving dancing fool in Sir Luscious Leftfoot moon walk his way out onto the top of the stage being accompanied by Mr. Swag-A-Licious. Despite the fact that these two men have been relegated to comedic relief characters, the fans still are showing them cheers and love. Walking half way down the ramp, the shot pans over and we can see a large inflatable pool set up, with a ladder and a long board going from one side to the other. Leftfoot and Swag walk over to the pool and Swag smacks Leftfoot on his bottom before hollering out “Brown Pants” before slapping hands with the fans sitting at ringside. The music then stops and we hear an overly jolly pirate tune playing over the arena speakers. We see a heavy set older man in full pirate attire huff out onto the top of the stage. He walks down the ramp part way before seeing Swag and Leftfoot and walks over to them. Leftfoot hollers for a staff member to give him a pair of microphones and when he does, he tosses one to Creambeard and keeps one for himself.
Sir Luscious Leftfoot: Ay Cream-sickle, check this out mane. Why do we gotta do this whole business of wrasslin? Why can’t we just put on a show for all these mammies and pappies who came to see us b?
We see Creambeard scratch his beard before lifting the microphone to his mouth?
Captain Creambeard: Arrrrrrr, I be to old to wrassle matey. I’d rather take myself down to the sea dock and drink the whiskey good until one of the sea hags be lookin good enough to bring back to the shanty.
Sir Luscious Leftfoot: What you say mane? I just wanna style and juke, and you talkin about teabags and that drank? What’s up with you mane?
Captain Creambeard: I’m about two things Luscious, I’m about my time with the finer women. And my dance.
Sir Luscious Leftfoot: Did you say dance?
Captain Creambeard: Arrrrr
Sir Luscious Leftfoot: We can dance b, bring yourself on up. You and me can have us a little pirate boogie over the “high seas”. You down homie?
Captain Creambeard: Arrrr[/b]
We see Leftfoot, Swag, and Creambeard all make their way up the ladder and get positioned on the ladder above the big pool. Swag points to the big screen, and we hear “Can’t Touch This” come on over the arena speakers once again and the three of them start to dance over the pool. If you can call it that though, since Creambeard seems to just grab his crotch and pelvic thrust forward while Swag and Leftfoot do moon walks. In a chuckle worthy moment, we see the board break and the three men all fall into the pool. But despite getting soaked, we see Swag, Leftfoot and Creambeard all splash around and have a good time. In the ring, the referee is looking straight baffled as he looks over at the ringside time keeper and just shrugs the match off.
Don Chuckles: Um, did that just happen?
Phil Latio: Yeaaaaaaaaaaah.
The show goes to another commercial break as we can see Swag, Leftfoot, and Creambeard continue to frolic around in the pool.
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Match 2: “The Saviour” Jacob Senn vs. Drew McIntyre
(Non-Title Match)
As we come back from commercial break, Jacob Senn and Drew McIntyre have already made their ways down to the ring. Jacob Senn raises his Intercontinental championship high into the air and smirks proudly as McIntyre just licks his lips. Senn hands the championship over to the official and he rings the bell.
Both men lock up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. McIntyre out powers Senn and pushes him into the turnbuckle. As the official calls for the break, he slaps Senn across the face. Enrages, Senn takes McIntyre down by the legs and begins to pummel him with hard lefts and rights. McIntyre does his best to cover up, but Senn becomes relentless and begins to nail him in the kidneys. Senn dismounts and drops a few boots to McIntyre before bring him to a vertical base. Senn Irish whips McIntyre into the corner and charges. McIntyre puts up both boots, catching Senn square in the mouth, flooring him. McIntyre takes advantage of this and drops a huge knee into the midsection of Senn before going for the pin fall. 1.….2.….. Senn kicks out with a tad bit of force.
McIntyre pulls Senn to a vertical base and performs a good looking snap mare. He locks in a side headlock and tightens his grip. As the official gets closer to the action, he sees that the eyes of Jacob Senn have begun to slip into the back of his head. Just as the official is about to ring the bell, Senn starts moving. He slowly but surely makes it to one knee. He sends a hard elbow into the midsection of McIntyre, and then another. Now at a vertical base, Senn is feeling the rush as the blood is returning to his brain. Senn attempts to make a come back, but McIntyre grabs two handfuls of hair and slams Senn back to the mat. McIntyre drops a huge leg across the throat of Senn and drops down, hooking both legs. 1.…2.… Senn gets his right shoulder up.
Looking a bit frustrated that he can’t keep Senn down, McIntyre brings him to a vertical base and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. McIntyre smirks and charges at Senn like a freight train, but Senn is able to hop over the ropes and McIntyre crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Senn pulls himself to a vertical base with the ropes and flips over them, landing on McIntyre with a thunderous leg drop! He goes for the cover. 1.….2.….. McIntyre just barely pushes Senn off of him.
As both men reach a vertical base, they exchange blows for a few moments until Senn hit’s a spinning wheel kick, dropping McIntyre on the mat. Senn points to the turnbuckle and drags McIntyre to the center of the corner. Senn steps between the ropes and ascends the top turnbuckle, possibly looking for the Revelation. But McIntyre jumps up and pushes on the ropes! Senn hit’s the top turnbuckle with a sickening thud. McIntyre grabs a hold of Senn and hooks both arms. He falls backwards and plants him with a spiked Future Shock DDT! McIntyre pulls Senn to the middle of the ring and hooks both legs. 1.……2.…….3!
Steve Cruise: And your winner, Drew McIntyre!.
After winning the match, we see Drew McIntyre slowly make his way backwards up the ramp; grinning towards a still downed Jacob Senn in the ring. As McIntyre gets to the top of the stage, his celebration is cut short as we see a figure emerge from the back and strike McIntyre in the back. As McIntryre’s face winces in pain, he staggers forward and we see his attacker is none other than Alex Kendall armed with a led pipe. Kendall then gets in a batter’s stance and cracks McIntyre in the neck with the led pipe. Fans at ringside wince at the pain from the blow as we see McIntyre’s eyes roll back into his head as he collapses onto the stage. Boos are pouring down on Kendall now, as we see him simply stare at a fallen McIntyre for a moment before promptly exiting.
Phil Latio: Wow Donny, what else is gonna happen tonight?
Don Chuckles: I really don’t know man, I really don’t know.
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We come back from a commercial break and see Drew McIntyre walking backstage with a scowl on his face, holding his neck in pain from the assault. Sheamus crosses his path, all bandaged up from the beating he received after his match at Attrition. The two pause for a moment, looking eachother over, their eyes locked. Finally, Sheamus breaks the silence.
Sheamus: Yeah...I know how you feel fella.
Drew McIntyre: Aye. SCW...sluts, cunts, and whores.
They share a brief laugh, then Sheamus tears his gaze away after Drew gives him a nod. They both continue along in opposite directions as the show goes back to ringside.
Match 3: Stalker Knight vs. William Chance
Going back to ringside, we can already see Stalker in the ring, awaiting the arrival of William Chance. It only takes a few moments before we hear the music of Chance kick on over the speakers and we see William make his way out to the top of the stage accompanied by Barton. Barton has his tag team title around his waist, displayed proudly as the two of them get down to ringside and get inside.
Don Chuckles: This should be a good match Phil.
Phil Latio: I think so.
The referee steps forward and asks both men if they know the rules. Chance and Stalker nod, but before the referee can ring the bell; the music of Crisis and Beno comes on over the arena speakers and we see the two men walk out as well. They aren’t scheduled here tonight, why are they coming out here now? Chance and Stalker seem to be wondering the same thing as the two big men come down and stand at ringside. The referee looks cautiously at Crisis and Beno, but when he sees them not doing anything. He orders the bell to be rung, immediately we see Stalker rush Chance take him down to the ground. On the outside of the ring, we see Beno and Crisis creep towards Barton. In the ring the referee is occupied with the brawl taking place between Chance and Stalker. While on the outside of the ring, Barton gets boxed in by Crisis and Beno.
Don Chuckles: This doesn’t look good Phil.
Phil Latio: Barton is a fighter Don, have faith.
Barton then shrugs his shoulders and as Beno and Crisis creep towards him. Barton then launches himself at Beno and starts to unload on him with right hands. But Crisis is on Barton in a second and the two men start to beat Barton down on the outside of the ring. In a matter of seconds, Barton is overwhelmed as Beno slams Barton back first into the barrier hard and then Crisis hits a running big boot then connects square with the side of Barton ‘s head and sends him backwards over the barrier and lands hard on the arena floor. The referee sees this now and throws the match out.
Winner: No Contest in 4:30
We see Chance run towards the ropes and launch himself over onto Crisis on the floor below. But Beno is on Chance and beats him down while inside the ring, we see Stalker do the smart thing and walk away from the match. As Stalker gets up the ramp, we see Beno toss Chance into the same running big boot then Barton tasted. Chance falls to the floor out cold as the fans start to boo them. We see Beno scream for General Manager Starr as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Steve Cruise: I have just been informed, that due to the events that just transpired; that this match is now going to be a singles contest.
POT's theme song hits, and the crowd gives a rather mixed reaction. He steps out onto the stage, wearing a basketball jersey, steel chain around his neck, and a hat twisted around backwards.
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, from Belfast, Ireland...weighing in at 230 pounds...the Professor of Thuganomics!
He walks down the ramp and gets into the ring, doing his signature taunt. He awaits his opponent in the ring.
The crowd immediately erupts into cheers as Christian Knight steps past the curtain.
Steve Cruise: And the challenger, hailing from New York, New York...weighing in at 210 pounds....Christian Knight!
Christian Knight grins, and proceeds down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and acknowledges the crowd, drawing more cheers. POT removes his hat, chain, and jersey, and then comes face to face with Knight, as the two stare eachother down. POT swings a hard right hand at Knight, who immediately ducks and comes back with a hard uppercut, and the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
POT fires right back this time with a more accurate and harder shot, nailing Knight right in the head. POT keeps on the attack, and continues to punch him until he backs Knight up into the corner. He unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to the body and head. The referee gets in between the two and makes POT back up. Christian Knight shakes his head, as if clearing the cobwebs. He walks forward and engages POT in the center of the ring, and the two lock up. POT grabs the arm, turns and brings it behind Knight in a hammerlock. With a fluid motion, Knight reverses it, putting POT in the hammerlock instead. POT fires a back elbow that smashes into Knight's face. POT uses the moment to reverse the hammerlock himself. Knight, once again in the hold, brings an arm up and snapmares POT down to the mat, immediately following through with a chinlock.
POT works his way to his feet, elbowing Knight in the ribs to loosen the hold. POT rises from his doubled over postion, locks the head, and hooks the arm, lifting Knight up and over with a verticle suplex. He goes for the early pinfall attempt.
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Kickout!
POT grabs Knight by the head and brings him up to his feet. POT runs to the ropes, bounces off, and charges full speed, but Knight leaps into the air and catches him, timing it spot on, with a picture perfect dropkick. POT gets right to his feet and seeks to engage again, but Knight sidesteps and uses POT's momentum to hit him with an arm drag. He doesn't release the arm however, instead, he follows him to the ground with a seated armbar, pushing his knee into POT's back for additional pressure. Again POT works his way to his feet, but Knight again turns to the side and takes him down with a judo throw.
POT, growing frustrated, scrambles to his feet, grabs Knight by the arm, and pulls him towards him as he fires off a nasty clothesline that sends Knight spinning through the air, nearly taking his head off. He picks up Knight, whips him to the ropes, and catches him off the rebound with a samoan drop. POT in anger and frustration stomps on his opponent with reckless abandon, until the referee pulls him off. The two argue, until Knight comes up behind POT and rolls him up in a school boy pin.
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Both men get to their feet, and POT has just lost it at this point, grabbing Knight and tossing him over the top rope. He slides out of the ring in persuit, and whips Knight hard into the steel steps. He grabs his face and smashes it back down onto the steps just for good measure. He slides him back into the ring before the referee can count to ten. Knight gets to his feet, and is dropped quickly with a superkick right to the jaw. POT follows through with a pin, but it is a near fall at two and a half. POT continues with the assault, putting Knight's head between his legs, lifts him up, and powerbombs him to the mat. He brings his hand up into the air, leans down, and waves it in front of his and Knight's face.
POT: You can't see me!
POT runs to the ropes, brushes off his shoulder, and drops a fist, but Knight rolls out of the way. He slips behind POT as he is getting up, wraps his hands around his waist and lifts him up and backwards with a textbook german suplex, bridging over into a pin.
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Both men get to their feet, and POT swings at Knight, but Knight ducks, slips behind him again, and hits another german suplex. Stubborn, POT gets back to his feet and charges, but Knight catches him with a toe drop hold, followed by an elbow drop to the back of the head. He brings POT to his feet, grabbing him, and hitting a northern lights suplex, again bridging into a pin, but POT kicks out at two and a half. Bringing POT to his feet, Knight keeps him doubled over, and drops him with a DDT. POT wisely rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Knight follows POT out of the ring, and as he approaches him, POT catches him with a toe drop hold this time, right into the steel steps. Knight is becoming very familiar with the steps tonight. POT keeps a hold of the leg, and drags him off the steps, and locks in the STFU. Knight screams out in agony, and the referee starts the ten count.
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Knight manages to roll into the ring, but is greeted with a barrage of stomps and kicks. POT pulls Christian Knight up to his feet, and lifts him up onto his shoulders. POT throws him off with the FU, or would have, but Knight manages to turn his body just enough to land on his feet. POT approaches him, but Knight manages to catch him with the Lights Out, out of nowehere. He drapes himself over POT.
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DING DING DING!!
Steve Cruise: Here is your winner....Christian...KNIGHT!!
Christian Knight lays there for a few moments, exhausted and in pain, then gets to his feet, the referee raising his arm in victory. The show then goes to a commercial break.
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Main Event: Dominic Reynolds vs. Triple H
Phil Latio: What a show so far Don, I am really glad we made it this far. Up next is the main event, Dominic Reynolds will be going one on one with the 2011 Royal Rumble winner, Triple H!
Don Chuckles: This is going to be awesome Phil. I could see this being a classic. Triple H needs a win here tonight if he wants to keep the momentum.
Phil Latio: Reynolds is from Smackdown anyways. He should be fighting over there not here. Raw doesn’t need his talent around here.
Don Chuckles: Don’t say that, Reynolds would bring a lot to the table but this is RAW and I don’t like seeing Smackdown guys in the RAW main event.
Out of nowhere "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park begins to play off of the P.A system. The fans stand up and begin to give Dominic Reynolds mix reactions. Mostly boos since he is from the other brand but there are a few Reynold fans out there.
Phil Latio: The fans seem to be booing Reynolds. That is funny.
Dominic walks onto the stand and cocks a smirk. The smirk reaches from ear to ear as Reynolds begins his way down the ramp and towards the ring.
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, from New York, NY…weighing in at 255lbs…..DOMINIC REYNOLDS!!!
At this time Reynolds as now reached the ring and he slides into it. Reynolds reaches the top of a turnbuckle and taunts the crowds. His music begins to fade and he waits for his opponent.
Don Chuckles: Dominic Reynolds had a chance to fight in the UFC but chickened out and ran away from it.
Phil Latio: He didn’t run away Don, his father became ill so he quit to be with him.
Don Chuckles: Excuses.
Before Phil could reply, "Time to Play The Game" by Motorhead begins to play as the fans begin to cheer their lungs out. Cameras begin to flash as Triple H walks onto the stage. With a smile on his face Triple H begins to walk down the ramp.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent, weighing in at 260lbs…from Greenwic, CT……..The King of Kings….TRIPLE H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Triple H keeping his eyes on Reynolds as he slides into the ring. The Game runs onto the turnbuckle closes to him and taunts the crowd, pointing to himself, calling himself the best in the world. Triple H jumps down and faces Dominic.
Phil Latio: Look at the focus in both of their eyes. This is going to be a good one Don.
The referee checks both superstars for any illegal weapons or anything like that. He then calls for the bell and the match begins.
DING DING DING
The match starts with a simple lockup that Triple H powers into perfectly, forcing Reynolds under his arm and into a headlock. HHH aims and punches to Reynolds’s head and Dominic is to the floor immediately. But no sooner is he down than up. This time Reynolds leads into it.
The lockup last several moments before Reynolds takes the advantage and hurls Triple H at the ropes.
Reynolds gains advantage with a well placed leg to the quads of Triple H, taking him down.
Phil Latio: Keeping Triple H on the ground is the best thing to do right now.
Don Chuckles: Reynolds is a smart man and that is one thing that helps him win matches.
Reynolds picks up HHH and kicks him in the mid-section. Reynolds falls back onto the ropes and begins to run towards Triple H. HHH with his good eyes catches Reynolds in mid air and slams him down with a spine buster. Triple H goes for a quick cover.
1.………2.….KICKOUT!
Phil Latio: That was a close one.
Don Chuckles: It sure was but Triple H knows that it takes more than a little spine buster to finish an opponent.
Triple H shakes his head and thought he had the win right there. HHH picks up Reynolds and not expecting two elbows to the gut. Reynolds continues with a kick to the mid-section. Reynolds connects with a snap suplex. Reynolds is back onto his feet as Triple H is on one knee.
Reynolds runs at HHH and looks for a boot to the face but Triple H jumps up, grabs the foot of Reynolds and connects with a powerful clothesline. Reynolds’s head nails the mat hard.
Don Chuckle: Nice reversal by the Game!
Phil Latio: That had to hurt Don! Reynolds is holding his head right now.
Triple H drops an elbow onto Dominic and goes for another pin.
1.………2.………..KICKOUT!
Triple H looks mad at this moment and picks Reynolds up. Triple H goes to Irish whip Reynolds but Reynolds reverses it and Irish whips Triple H into the ropes. Triple H comes running back and goes for a clothesline but at the last second Reynolds ducks and connects with a neck breaker.
Don Chuckles: The momentum has switched sides Phil.
Phil Latio: Reynolds needs to capitalize right now.
HHH is on his stomach. Reynolds lifts up one leg of Triple H and throws it down, the knee smacks the mat hard. Triple H goes to grab his knee but it’s too late. Reynolds has the leg again. And once again Reynolds throws the knee down. Triple H screams as the referee asks HHH if he can continue.
HHH shakes his head yes and the make continues.
Phil Latio: Triple H can’t take it much longer, you can see it in his eyes.
Don Chuckles: Reynolds is a freak Phil.
Reynolds smiles and his eyes open wide as he grabs the right ankle of Triple H and connects with the Breaking Point. Triple H begins to scream and crawl towards the ropes but Reynolds pulls him back into the middle.
Phil Latio: Triple H is nowhere near a rope…
The Game continues to fight and he is inches away from the ropes. Almost there the fans begin to clap and cheer for the Game. But right before HHH grabs the ropes he taps out. He taps three times as the ref calls for the bell. Reynolds cheers and drops to his knees as he can’t believe what just happened.
Steve Cruise: And here is your winner by submission….DOMINIC REYNOLDS!!!!
Winner: Dominic Reynolds in 17:55 via Breaking Point (submission)
Phil Latio: This took a lot out of Reynolds Don, Triple H showed a warriors spirit tonight; but the end the ferocious heart of Reynolds was enough to put Triple H away. Consider the Royal Rumble loss avenged Don.
Don Chuckles: This was a damn good display of heart Philly. Reynolds really showed us his fighters spirit. A damn good match by two damn good athletes. I am impressed.
Reynolds walks up the ramp, visibly happy with his huge win while in the ring we can see Triple H stewing; that is until “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco comes on over the arena speakers. General Manager Starr walks by Reynolds and nods his approval to him before getting down and rolling inside of the ring. Triple H is looking at Austin with a stone face as Austin gets a microphone and lifts the mic to his lips and begins to speak.
General Manager Starr: Oh what a tumultuous several days it’s been for Thy WWE and my Raw brand specifically. I’ve been getting asked non-stop since Raw concluded last week what I meant with my final comment at the pay per view. For that, you will have to tune in next week.
But tonight there are two things that must be addressed. First off, the actions of Crisis and Beno from earlier tonight; those two men interjected themselves into my show unannounced. This may surprise some of you, but I was impressed with what they did. I told Beno before Attrition to show me why I should give a damn about him, then at Attrition I told Beno that before he can appreciate success, that he must embrace humility. Crisis and especially Beno have been doing everything right as of late, and for that reason I have decided to book next week, live on Raw, Crisis and Beno to take on the team of Barton and the Professor of Thuganomics for the Tag Team Championships.
We see Triple H shake his head and go to leave the ring, but Austin stops him.
General Manager Starr: Wait a second Hunter, this next piece concerns you. Despite getting humbled by Dom tonight, your title shot against Sheamus at our next pay per view is still set in stone. You came to me with an interesting proposal several days ago, and I’m here to inform you that it took a lot of effort on my part. But I made it happen, and next week live on Raw in our main event….
We are going to see Sheamus in competition…..
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Against a returning face, against Thy WWE future Hall of Famer in THE UNDERTAKER!!!!!!!!!
Don Chuckles: OH MY GOD!
Phil Latio: THE UNDERTAKER!!!!!! This is so huge Don!
The fans roar into approval at the announcement of Undertaker returning, we see Triple H simply smile and nod towards General Manager Starr. The show then slowly fades to black as Austin exits the ring and we can see Triple H start to laugh at the challenge that now faces Sheamus next week.
It should be good…
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