Post by Dominic Reynolds on Aug 11, 2011 23:51:30 GMT -5
MONDAY NIGHT RAW
We see the return of a living legend tonight. The Undertaker, never defeated in a Thy WWE ring makes his presence known once again as he faces our World Champion in the nearly unbeatable Sheamus. These two men represent the past and present of Thy WWE superstardom. It’s a proven fact that Sheamus and The Undertaker are the only two mega stars created here by Vince McMahon and talk has been buzzing about who the absolute best is. The Undertaker represents the earlier days of Thy WWE, in its infancy; while Sheamus has rosen to prominence now. Two titans will collide, but in the end, there can be only one.
The question is who?
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For the second week in a row, our show begins live from the office of the General Manager Austin Starr. Last week we seen the new Intercontinental Champion Jacob Senn storm in and hold the belt hostage unless Austin negotiated certain terms and perks with him. This week we see that he is not alone as he is sitting on the edge of his desk and we catch Dominic Reynolds sitting in one of the plush leather chairs.
General Manager Starr: Congratulations on the win Dom, I knew you still had it in you.
Dominic Reynolds: Ima get right to the point Austin. I beat Triple H, I want his title shot against Sheamus at Wrestlemania 2. It’s about time I finally listen to you, listen to my brother Ronnie, get my head out of my ass and start aiming big here.
Austin looks taken aback by the bluntness of Reynolds.
General Manager Starr: You versus Sheamus at Wrestlemania would be off the charts, the ratings would be huge.
Dominic Reynolds: So I’m in.
General Manager Starr: Let me finish Dom…the answer is no. As much as I want to give you the chance, you haven’t shown me that you deserve it yet. You beat Triple H last week, kudos. But get a few more big wins like that under your belt and then we will talk about you challenging the champ.
Reynolds goes to answer but then we see the door to Austin’s office slam open and in walks Xavier Oden. What is he doing here? Oden walks up to Austin, and then to Reynolds before sneering.
Xavier Oden: Typical…just typical. Rather than look at yourself in the mirror Reynolds after you got your butt whooped by me at Attrition and realize you need to step your game up; you instead come in here and try to weasel your way into a World Championship opportunity, simply because your boys with the Raw GM.
But according to what you said Reynolds, I’m the one lacking character right?
Typical…
We can see Reynolds begin to fume as General Manager Starr looks disgusted.
General Manager Starr: What are you doing on my show Oden?
Instead of answering, we see Oden come face to face with Austin.
Xavier Oden: How can you let scum like him manipulate you Austin? What happened to you man? What happened to the bloodthirsty, ruthless, conniving SOB that would screw his own mother to get to the top? What happened to the manipulating snake who stole his best friends’ wife and kids before adding insult to injury by almost ending his best friends’ life?
You promised that you would walk away after Oppression Austin; win, lose, or draw. But what happened? You came back to television, you lied to the family you stole and now you are lying to these fans every week. You paint yourself and this show to be the best thing happening in Thy WWE, but I think it’s all a lie. I think you’re a liar, and a fraud. You’re pathetic.
General Manager Starr’s eyes narrow, but then before he can even react we see Oden smack him hard across the face. Austin lunges towards Oden but gets held back by Reynolds.
Dominic Reynolds: Leave Oden, now.
Austin regains his composure seconds later, as we see Reynolds and Oden come face to face.
Xavier Oden: What are you gonna do Reynolds? Are you gonna duck me for another six weeks and then cut some lengthy diatribe trying to attack my character, when in all reality, the things you blasted me for, are what you are really guilty of? Are you gonna pretend to be some kinda tough guy badass, and then choke under pressure? Do you remember what happened at Attrition Reynolds? Do you remember looking up at the lights as the referee counted the fall?
Because I do.
Now it’s Reynolds that is fuming once again as Austin steps forward.
General Manager Starr: Leave now Oden, before I have you thrown out of my building.
We see Oden simply chuckle and walk out of the office, not before pointing at Reynolds and doing another mock boxer taunt. Reynolds continues to stew as we see General Manager Starr exit the office as well, mumbling about how he has something to say as the show goes to ringside and we see Don Chuckles and Phil Latio.
Don Chuckles: What an opener Phil!
Phil Latio: I gotta give Xavier credit for calling out the General Manager Donny.
“Superstar” blasts out over the arena speakers as we see a fuming General Manager Starr make his way out and storm down the ramp. Rolling inside of the ring, he motions for a microphone and is tossed one.
General Manager Starr: Where, or where do I begin? How about with the stifling lack of originality being seen around here in my locker room lately? What one man does elsewhere and the results that he gets there, they belong there. It doesn’t mean that you copy him word for word, and think that you are going to get similar results here.
It’s pathetic, and quite boring to be honest.
Try being original…
We hear some of the fans start to boo, while a small SCW chant gets mixed in with it. Acknowledging the chant, we see Austin scowl as he continues.
General Manager Starr: SCW, three initials that I never thought that I would speak of again. A company where I rose to prominence, and then would later take over. I shed blood and tears for that company, and had some of the greatest times of my career there. I had done it all for SCW, thought I was ready to move on.
And then I crossed paths with a wildcard.
Caitlin Callihan, a truly dangerous enigma. The way she carried herself above the roster rubbed me the wrong way. She represented the exact polar opposite of everything I stood for; it made me see her as a liability. Pursuing her drove me to near madness, crossing paths with her once in the ring, I tasted bitter defeat. I never forgot that loss, I never forgot that embarrassment. I had to defeat her, she was the one thing standing in my way of true satisfaction. Destiny seemed to deny me at every turn, after her and Kendall vanished and SCW eventually folded. I thought that I was finally over it. I thought that I had finally moved on.
That was until the night of Attrition. That was the night that old wounds were immediately reopened.
When Kenneth returned that night, he made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. I’ll never forget the words he spoke. We need to shake things up old friend, we need to get the locker room on notice, and there’s only one person who can get it done. The moment he mentioned Alex Kendall, I knew Callihan would not be far behind. I felt my hand trembling with an insane excitement as I signed the deal that night. There was no hesitation; this would be the time that I finally got my hands on her.
It has to b-
More of the fans in the arena are booing the General Manager quite loudly now. We see Austin try to continue, but he gets drowned out by the disapproving fans.
Don Chuckles: I really don’t know what to say Phil.
Phil Latio: Austin did what Austin felt was right.
General Manager Starr: Hate me if you will, boo me if you wish. But in the end, you will see that I have done the right thing.
You will see….
“Superstar” comes on once again as the fans continue to boo Austin as he exits the ring and walks backwards up the ramp. Once Austin disappears the show goes to a commercial break.
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Match 1: Mentally Ill vs. Captain Creambeard
(Chuck-E-Cheese Ball Pit Match)
Don Chuckles: This first match of the night is…interesting to say the least.
Phil Latio: That’s putting it lightly; please direct your attention to our arena big screen.
The big screen comes to life as we can see a Chuck E Cheese. The big mouse is outside taking pictures of a few kids, while we go inside and we can see it cleared out. All except for the ball pit, where we can already see Captain Creambeard inside ready to go while on the outside is Mentally Ill. A referee is standing with Ill screaming for him to go inside.
Mentally Ill: EIIIIOOOHHHHH
Ill then slaps the referee before doing a swan dive into the ball pit. Instead of going for Creambeard, we see Ill start doing laps around the ball pit. The referee motions for the match to be started and Creambeard starts to juggle the balls.
Mentally Ill: MY BALLS!!!!! STOP GRABBING MY BALLS RASHANDA!!!! EIIIOOOHHHHHIIIIIIII
Ill then rears up like the Loch Ness Monster and slams himself down onto Creambeard who starts to giggle uncontrollably as Ill starts to slap his body. Creambeard then bops Ill in the head with a blue ball, and then bops him in the head a second time before grabbing Ill and kissing him square on the lips.
Mentally Ill: WHY BUDDA WHY!!!!!!
Ill then gets a fire in his eyes as he reaches into his stained underwear and comes out with brown.
Mentally Ill: STICKY FINGERS!!! EIIIIIIIIIIOOOOHHHHHH
Ill then tries to jab his brown fingers at Creambeard, but instead gets bopped over the head again with another ball. Ill flops back glossy eyed and Creambeard mounts him. We can see the referee immediately disgusted with this, and he just slaps the wall three times and orders the match to be over.
Winner: Captain Creambeard in 3:15
We can see the referee shake his head, and a collective groan is felt throughout the arena as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Don Chuckles: Well next up folks we have an announcement by...well....I don't know, I don't have it written down here. Do you know who it is Phil?
Phil Latio: No, I don't have anything written down either...
Both of the announcer's attentions are drawn to the titantron screen where white letters displaying "JCP" appear on the black screen. From the back, out struts Jim Cornette walking confidently down to the ring.
He gets into the ring to a mixture of boos and gasps of amazement by the crowd. Jim Cornette holds up a microphone, waves to the crowd, and then talks.
Jim Cornette: Thank you, thank you for that warm reception folks. Many of you already know who I am, but for those few of those who don't, my name is Jim Cornette. I'm the owner and operator of Jim Cornette Productions. And I'm here tonight in Thy WWE because quite honestly I am sick to death, watching the last few weeks with this SCW Invasion. I've seen too many companies go through these bickering wars, and to stand by and not do anything about it. So myself and my employees at JCP has taken it upon ourselves to get back into the management game. We are going to do something about this SCW business. I'm here tonight to introduce my first client in the business, and take him to the top like I've done with every other wrestler I've represented. I'll be supporting him and helping him to put an end to this SCW nonsense. So without further ado....
Jim Cornette motions towards the titantron screen.
Jacob Senn's music and tron begin to play. The crowd begins to cheer, expecting his arrival. They wait, seconds seem like minutes, and after about twenty seconds Jim Cornette puts the microphone back to his mouth, and he laughs.
Jim Cornette: Do you really think I'd be signing someone as moronically stupid as Jacob Senn? I mean, comeon, I don't know how he won the Intercontinental title but my thoughts on the process is that he couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Now I didn't come out here just to jerk your guys chain, but I really did come out to introduce my client. Without any further ado, let me introduce the Sinister Scotsman, the Chosen one himself, Drew McIntyre.
Drew walks out from backstage dressed in a nice suit carrying a briefcase. The crowd explodes in cheers and boos at the entrance of Drew McIntyre. As Drew is walking to the ring the commentators comment on the current activities going on.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god Phil, can you believe this?! The Sinister Scotsman teaming up with Jim Cornette?
Phil Latio: I know, as if Drew wasn't dangerous enough!
Drew has gotten into the ring and is standing next to Jim Cornette. Everyone sees Drew reach his hand out and shake hands with Jim Cornette. Cornette hands Drew a microphone.
Drew McIntyre: Thank you Mr. Cornette. Your offer to manage me was a great option for me. But now that you are my manager, I feel like I need to divulge some recent activities.
Jim has a smile on his face as if he knows what is coming next.
Jim Cornette: By all means Drew. What do you need to tell me?
Drew bends down and opens up his briefcase. From the briefcase he pulls out Jacob Senn's Intercontinental title. He holds it up to the crowd for everyone to see.
Jim Cornette: Drew, what are you doing with that? You haven't won that yet. Thats Jacob Senn's belt.
Drew McIntyre: Well, I saw it backstage, and since Jacob Senn couldn't "save himself" from me in our match last week, and its a foregone conclusion I'm going to beat him at Wrestlemania, I didn't see the harm in borrowing it for awhile, I wanted to get used to the feel of it.
The two share a laugh, and the crowd is rather quiet, not exactly sure what to make of all this.
Drew McIntyre: So I figured I'd come out, bring it with me to meet you Mr. Cornette, and just let everyone know, as I've been saying all along. This belt is mine, Jacob Senn just holds it for me until I officially take it at Wrestlemania. Because, as I've been saying all along, this title is mine, whenever I want to take it I will. Just like tonight, I wanted it, so I took it.
Jim Cornette: I can see this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful partnership. You definitely have the right mind and talent for the business. With me and you working together, there is nothing that we won't be able to accomplish. You, Drew McIntyre, are the fastest rising star in this company.
The two of them jointly hold up the Intercontinental belt above their heads and begin to slowly rotate counterclockwise away from the ramp.
Jim Cornette: So you've heard what my client has said to you Jacob Senn, we are going to leave the belt right here for you. So why don't you came get it you fucking ugly bitch!
As they have been turning, showing the belt off to the crowd, their backs are to the ramp, and with the crowd already yelling and screaming due to whats been said and whats been going on, Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette don't notice Jacob Senn come running out from the back holding a chair. Jacob Senn runs down to the ring like a man possessed. He slides into the ring and quickly stands up. He raises the chair like he is going to strike at his two adversaries in the back, but he holds and thinks better of it. He waits until Jim Cornette and Drew turn around and notice that he is there. Before either can react, Jacob slams the chair into Cornette's head and drops him like a fat sack of potatoes.
Drew doesn't have time to react as Jacob jabs the chair into his gut, doubling him over. He quickly follows this up expertly with a second chair shot to Drew's back, dropping him to the ground. The damage done, his opponents laying at his feet, Jacob drops up the chair, picks up one of the fallen microphones, along with his title that he puts over his shoulder.
Jacob Senn: No, you are wrong, this title is MINE. Drew McIntyre, you've been trying to play these mind games with me, keep telling everyone that my title is actually yours, that I am nothing but a baggage handler for me. I think tonight I've proven just how wrong you are. At Wrestlemania, you aren't going to take my title, I'm going to pin you like...what was it that Cornette just said? I'm going to pin you like a "fucking ugly bitch" at Wrestlemania.
Jacob Senn drops the microphone, rolls out of the ring and walks backstage to the crowd exploding, holding his title up high.
Don Chuckles: What did we just see?
Phil Latio: Well Don, I don't think that Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette planned on that happening. I sure as hell didn't expect to see Jacob Senn do what he just did either.
Don Chuckles: Um, well, yeah, okay onto the next match after another commercial break....
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Match 2: Crisis/Beno vs. POT
(Thy WWE Tag Team Championship)
(Handicap Match)
Don Chuckles: Welcome back to Thy WWE Raw! We’re moments away from witnessing the Professor of Thuganomics defend his tag team championships in a handicap match against Beno and Crisis, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it!
Phil Latio: Neither have I! This guy must be crazy if he thinks he’ll retain against these two monsters!
Phil Latio is silenced by the sound of Beno’s entrance theme, “I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf, which receives a torrent of passionate boos as both of the muscle bound monsters emerge from backstage and slowly make their way across the stage and towards the ring.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring at a combined weight of 610 pounds, the team of Beno and Crisis!
Phil Latio: These two guys are demons in the ring! How do you stand up to two guys who are so powerful?
Don Chuckles: I don’t know, but POT is resilient and determined, and those are certainly two of the traits you’d need to survive these two.
As Beno and Crisis advance down the ramp, the fans in the front row are particularly rambunctious and sling a barrage of insults at the pair, and eventually Crisis reaches his breaking point and advances towards a particularly loud fan, who recedes into his seat in terror. Crisis points to Beno’s W.W.B.D tattoo and tells him not to worry about what Beno would do, but what they both are going to do if he doesn’t stop booing. As they walk on, the fan doesn’t make a sound.
Phil Latio: Did you see that!?
Don Chuckles: These two are certainly an intimidating pair.
Beno and Crisis gradually make their way to the bottom of the entrance ramp and enter the ring, where they begin to confer regarding things such as tactics while they await the arrival of POT. Meanwhile, the referee keeps his distance and works on getting the confidence to tell them to get out of the ring once POT enters.
Phil Latio: And now we await POT.
WORLDLIFE
The fans begin to boo as the man who likes to tell it how it is bursts on to the scene from the backstage area. POT simply shakes his head as he pauses atop the stage with both belts slung of his broad shoulders and breathes in the negative atmosphere. As he continues down the ramp, he wears a condescending look which says he knows the truth that they refuse to believe.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring from Belfast Ireland, he is the sole holder of the tag team championships, weighing in at 230 pounds, the Professor of Thuganomics!
Phil Latio: This guy is bounding from one authority figure to the next, talking about all sorts of conspiracies…..oh God Don, what if I’m next!?
Don Chuckles: Somehow I doubt that berating an announcer will have a profound impact….
Phil Latio: What!? Don, I’m a superstar, don’t be surly just because you aren’t as famous as me.
Don Chuckles: Why do I bother?
POT makes steady progress down the ramp, with his chain bobbing up and down as his feet make contact with the ramp. Every fan lining the front row seems to be jeering at POT, but he shows an admirable degree of apathy despite their roars of disdain.
Don Chuckles: While me may not know what he’s going to say next, we do know that this guy is talented in the ring, after all he’s the Tag Team Champion.
Phil Latio: And he’s got balls! He’s defending these two championships in a handicap match!
POT reaches the bottom of the ramp and doesn’t waste any of his time with fan interaction and quickly enters the ring underneath the top rope. Once he’s inside the squared circle, POT pumps his arms into the air while he grasps his two championships, allowing the light to shine down on the glorious, golden belts, showing off the trinkets he attained with Barton, who has now deserted him.
Phil Latio: I don’t think that there are many people who can come out victorious in a handicap match, but POT is one of them, he’s a gutsy fighter who won’t give up, no matter what.
POT relinquishes his two championship belts to the referee while the two behemoths he’ll have to do battle with eye him up like two voracious lions, ready to pounce.
Don Chuckles: Expect a gutsy brawl here folks, nothing akin to the technical wrestling the SCW championship match will bring.
The referee looks at POT and anxiously asks if he’s ready, POT nods and the referee signals over to Crisis, who will start the bout, who says he’s also ready. With a slightly concerned look upon his face, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: And we’ll begin proceedings with Crisis and the Professor of Thuganomics.
With the sound of the bell reverberating around the arena, both men are well aware that the bout has started, but Crisis is simply standing in his corner, but POT is wasting no time and advances straight over to him.
Phil Latio: Why is he just standing there?
Don Chuckles: I think there may be some tactics behind it Phil, Crisis is drawing him over to his corner, and if POT gets trapped there, he’s done for.
As POT makes up the distance between them, Crisis springs to life, looking to knock POT down to the mat straight away with a big clothesline, but POT ducks underneath the blow and begins to unload on the exposed abdomen of Crisis with powerful lefts and rights, but Crisis just tanks the blows and sends POT flying downwards against the canvas with a huge uppercut!
Phil Latio: Did you see that? Those shots didn’t even faze him!
POT scowls as he picks himself up off the mat, but he doesn’t have a chance to fight back as Crisis is upon him and scoops him up from the ground, looking for a powerslam, but POT slides down his back and hits a chop block, stunning the bigger and leaving him down on one knee.
Don Chuckles: POT is a fighter, he will not give up.
With Crisis broken down and on his level, POT begins to unload with a series of dizzying blows to the head. Once Crisis gets back to his feet he is groggy and he backtracks and leans against the ropes for support, while he does this, Beno performs a blind tag which POT doesn’t see. As Crisis looks ready to recover, POT clotheslines him over the top and out of the ring!
Phil Latio: And there he goes! If this was a Royal Rumble match he’d be out of here!
Some of the crowd are won over by POT’s heart and desire and begin to cheer him while others remain turned against him. POT has his arms raised as he looks down upon Crisis, who is clambering back to a vertical base on the outside.
Don Chuckles: Look out POT, he’s not the legal man, Beno is!
Beno enters the ring and hurtles across towards POT and lands a massive big boot which the professor never even saw coming.
Don Chuckles: That’s heinous!
Phil Latio: Pfft, you gotta do what you gotta do Donny boy!
POT is laying upon the canvas in a heap, but Beno isn’t finished yet, and as he grabs POT around the scruff of his neck, leaving his stomach exposed, which POT takes advantage of as he begins to unload with a series of punches to the midsection.
Phil Latio: This guy is fighting his way out of everything!
Once POT has Beno staggered, he pushes the larger man back a yard and performs a picture perfect dropkick, sending Beno flying backwards on to the mat!
Don Chuckles: Dropkick from POT, and he’s going for the pin!
POT hooks the leg and has an excited look in his eyes as the referee begins the count.
One
Beno Kicks Out!
Phil Latio: Nice idea, but a dropkick won’t end the match!
POT curses his luck and quickly gets back to his feet while dragging Beno upwards with him. Once both men are standing, POT scoops him up on to his shoulders for a Samoan drop, but Beno drives two sharp, placed elbows into the neck of POT, giving him the opportunity to get free, and once he gets there, he picks up POT and gives him a Samoan Drop of his own!
Don Chuckles: That’s just spitting in his face, Beno used his won move against him!
POT is down momentarily and Beno drags him over to the corner where he makes the tag to Crisis and pins POT’s arms behind his back, giving Crisis the chance to hit a right hand with no protection for POT.
Phil Latio: This is where not having a partner comes back to haunt him. POT will have no rest while Beno and Crisis will be fresh off the apron every time.
Don Chuckles: POT knew what he was letting himself in for, I just wonder if he regrets it now.
Crisis picks up the tiring POT and drives a powerful right handed blow into his jaw, sending POT reeling, but not down.
Phil Latio: But still he refuses to go down!
Crisis doesn’t seem concerned with POT’s stoic resistance of him as he appears to be aware that he is inflicting damage that will inhibit POT more and more as time rolls on. Crisis approaches POT and locks him up in a tight full nelson.
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for POT!
Crisis lets out a villainous cackle as he lifts POT into the air and sends him plunging downwards on to the mat with bone crushing impact.
Phil Latio: What a vicious full nelson slam!
Crisis eases himself on to the mat and hooks the leg of POT.
Don Chuckles: That should be all folks….
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT!
Don Chuckles: No! There’s life yet!
Crisis seems surprised, but he keeps his cool and quickly tags in Beno, who enters the ring with a look which says he wants to end the match with his current visit to the ring. POT is stumbling around the ring and Beno grins as he lands a huge haymaker, which sends POT down to the ground, but he gets back to his feet through sheer determination. Beno smirks and drops POT again, but still he gets up, this time Beno looks angry and he goes for a big right hand, but POT parries the blow and hits with a shot of his own. Beno stumbles backwards and looks pissed off, so he charges forwards with fury and looks for a “Hit N’ Run” but he sprints directly into a superkick by POT!
Phil Latio: What a move!
Don Chuckles: The shoulders are down, this could be all!
One
Two
Thr….CRISIS SAVES THE MATCH!
Phil Latio: Woah! That was close!
Don Chuckles: I think Beno had the bottom rope….
Phil Latio: Crisis wasn’t taking any chances.
While the referee reprimands Crisis, POT and Beno get back to their feet and begin to trade blows, with Beno eventually getting the upper hand and overpowering POT.
Don Chuckles: POT has done incredibly, but Beno is just fresher, that’s the only difference here.
Phil Latio: POT nearly won the match there, I think he can still pull the victory out!
With POT staggered, Beno takes his chance at hits a thunderous Beno Bomb!
Don Chuckles: Oh my God!
Phil Latio: That will be all.
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT!
Phil Latio: How is he doing it!?
A look of disbelief is written on Beno’s face as he looks down on the broken POT, who simply will not give up. Beno shakes his head and tags in Crisis, who enters the ring swiftly and roughly picks up POT and scoops him up for a bone shattering Satan’s Plunge!
Don Chuckles: This is borderline criminal!
Phil Latio: It was an incredible effort, but POT has succumbed to the numbers game.
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Don Chuckles: This arena is in shock!
Crisis has a posture which suggests sheer disbelief, which is more than likely written on his masked face. As Crisis reaches over to get at POT, the professor suddenly springs to life and wraps Crisis’s leg up and clamps on an STFU!
Phil Latio: My God, this is it Don!
Crisis writhes around and screams in pain underneath his mask and begins to desperately reach out for the ropes, but he is too far away, Beno can see the peril their title aspirations are in and begins to reach out for Crisis, who looks to be getting close to his breaking point.
Don Chuckles: POT has him trapped!
Crisis stretches farther than his arm would like until it screams with pain in the socket, but still he can’t reach. Crisis lets out a cry of agony and slaps his hand down sending a slap around the arena and begins to tap profusely!
Phil Latio: Oh my God! POT did it!
Don Chuckles: No! He tagged Beno in before he tapped!
Beno practically leaps into the ring and hits a rib shattering Hit N Run, putting POT down!
Don Chuckles: Woah! Goodnight!
POT is barely moving, but Beno is deranged and believes he will still kick out, so he pulls Crisis to his feet, and together the duo pick POT up on to their shoulders and hit a double powerbomb, joining the Beno Bomb with the Kill Switch!
Don Chuckles: They’ve combined two of the most devastating moves in the business!
Beno slumps down to the mat and covers POT again.
One
Two
THREE!
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: They did it!
Phil Latio: We have new champions!
Beno stands up with his arms raised in celebration and is soon joined by Crisis as the two are given their new championships.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and new tag team champions…..the team of Crisis and Beno!
Boos rain down upon the pair as they stand with their championships raised before Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial.
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Triple H is seen backstage wearing his black leather jacket over a King of Kings T-shirt. He stops looking at the locker room belonging to the Celtic Warrior Sheamus but continues on until he reaches the backstage curtain. "Warrior" by Disturbed hits as Triple H quickly is handed a microphone and walks out onto the stage hearing mixed reaction rain down. His music cut as he brought the microphone to his lips.
Triple H: "Alot of people don't realize that I asked for the night off. Why is that you may ask? Because I damn well deserve it. Come the Main Event when Undertaker prepares to Decimate Sheamus I will be watching at ringside. See I found that if I could get the Undertaker to destroy Sheamus then it would give not only me but the fans pleasure. A month back Sheamus posted a little video about domination. He showed you all something that got you prepare for Mania. Well it's my turn now."
Triple H pointed to the screen as a video started to play and he headed backstage letting the video speak for him.
As the video ended the camera would go back ringside to the announcers.
Don Chuckles: Our Wrestlemania Main Event is gonna be good Phil.
Phil Latio: Onto our next match Donny, nobody cares about Triple H anyway.
Match 3: Alex Kendall vs. Stalker Knight
(SCW World Championship)
Don Chuckles: Up next we have the SCW World Champion Alexander Kendall going up against Stalker Knight.
Phil Latio: This should be a good one Don!
Don Chuckles: While I agree with you on that point, I don’t see the point in defending a defunct championship in a rival company.
Phil Latio: It’s his right, almost like an identity symbol. We’re being forced to remember that it’s SCW former owner who is reaping in three percent of this company with each successful defence of that title.
Graeme Revell’s “Inferno” begins to blast through the speaker system, cutting the announcer’s conversation short. Within moments, the former PCW star, Stalker Knight steps out into the fray, receiving a loud ovation for his efforts against the villainous invading forces of SCW.
Phil Latio: Here’s Stalker, Donny!
Don Chuckles: Yes, here he is and he looks pumped for his match tonight!
Stalker seems to have a spark in his eye and a spring in his step as he traverses the entrance ramp purposefully, shunning the fans this once and focusing on getting to the ring to wage his war against SCW.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring from Vancouver, Canada. He weighs in at 240 pounds, Stalker Knight!
Phil Latio: This guy looks like he’s ready for anything!
Don Chuckles: Indeed, he has a “take no prisoners” mentality that’s almost tangible for us here at ringside, and will be very much so for Kendall inside of the ring!
Stalker presses onwards down the ramp and doesn’t waste his time by ascending the steel steps and instead slides underneath the bottom rope across the canvas to enter the ring. From there he ventures across the mat and hops upon the second rope to salute the crowd, who reciprocate with a positive response. Stalker hops down from the second rope after a few moments and faces the stage, where his opponent will inevitably enter.
Don Chuckles: And now we await the presence of Alexander Kendall, the pioneer of the SCW invasion, he has orchestrated this perfectly, but tonight it looks like Stalker is going to take him out of his comfort zone.
Phil Latio: This guy is well able to run his mouth, but if he can cut it inside the ring remains to be seen.
“Missing Link” by Cruve ends the silence that had befallen the arena as they all conjoined in a state of anticipation, and as Kendall emerges from backstage with the ever faithful but strictly professional Caitlyn Callaghan by his side, the fans begin to boo and jeer right on queue. Despite the barrage of insults and aggression being shown by the Thy WWE faithful, Kendall carries himself with admirable decorum as he makes his way on to the ring, with an indifferent look on his face, which lets each and every member of the crowd well aware that their disdain doesn’t suffice to him. The camera pans across the foot of the ramp as the pair near the ring and Callaghan looks to go in the opposite direction to Alexander in order to observe the match behind her porcelain mask, which leaves a perpetually neutral expression plastered upon her face, however it would be presumed she is equally unaffected by the jeers as Kendall is.
Steve Cruise: Being accompanied to the ring by Caitlyn Callaghan, he hails from Woodbury New Jersey, weighing in at 210 pounds, Alexander Kendall!
Phil Latio: Listen to the hatred!
Don Chuckles: I don’t think it matters to Kendall, he’s keeping his focus on the match.
Kendall swiftly climbs the steel steps and enters the ring leisurely. In the meantime, Stalker has receded into his designated corner, as per the referee’s request and is eyeing up Kendall as he prepares for the impending battle the two will undergo.
Don Chuckles: I’ve watched video tapes of Kendall, and while you can disparage his character, there is barely a fault to be found in his ring work, this guy is crisp, efficient and deadly inside the ring.
Phil Latio: Don’t overlook Stalker, this guy has a considerable height and reach advantage over him, along with that deadly “Knight’s Epiphany”, and don’t get me started on that 630 degree moonsault he does, it’s almost unrealistic for a man his size to do that!
Once Alexander is happy to begin and is occupying the correct corner, the referee signals for the bell, and “Wildcard” Callaghan clicks down on her ballpoint pen to scribble down useful information regarding the match.
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: And we’re underway!
At the sound of the bell, both men spring into action, with Kendall advancing out of his corner and keeping his stern gaze fixed upon Stalker while he creates a wide berth for himself. Stalker on the other hand moves straight towards Kendall and looks to cut the space separating the two. Within moments Stalker is upon Kendall and the two lunge forwards and lock up. It is apparent immediately that Stalker possesses a greater degree of raw physical power as he forces Kendall backwards towards the corner, but Alexander uses the involuntary shift in his momentum to his advantage as he tosses Stalker’s arm away from his shoulder and sends the bigger man toppling to the canvas with a lightning fast drop toe hold.
Phil Latio: This guy is quick.
Kendall isn’t idle once Stalker makes contact with the canvas as he immobilises and traps his leg and reaches forwards for the STF, but Stalker manages to fumble his long arms around until he finds the bottom rope, forcing Kendall to immediately release the hold before the referee even has the opportunity to count him out. As Kendall restores his vertical base, Callaghan enters a note into her book for future reference.
Don Chuckles: He may be despised for what he’s going, but Alex Kendall is by the book once he sets foot inside that ring.
Phil Latio: You’re telling me, the referee didn’t even have the chance to start the count!
Stalker returns to his feet, and both men inch closer to each other, and Stalker looks for another lock up, but Kendall darts downwards and clamps on a waistlock. Stalker struggles around in the hold for a few moments, but when he establishes he won’t be capable of breaking Kendall’s grip, he throws several sharp elbows backwards, which each connect with the skull and neck of Kendall, who is eventually beaten into momentary restraint.
Phil Latio: He’s out!
Upon escaping the hold, Stalker immediately spins around and performs an irish whip on Kendall, who still appears to be in pain and can’t recuperate in time to evade a powerful clothesline from Stalker, which he thunders into, collapsing him on the canvas. Stalker sees an opportunity and immediately looks for the pin.
Don Chuckles: I could swear that Stalker was trying to take his head off!
The referee slides on to the mat and begins the count as Stalker hooks the leg.
One
Two
Kendall Kicks Out!
Phil Latio: Close, but no cigar.
Upon kicking out, Kendall manages to wriggle free of Stalker and he uses the rope to pull himself clear of his aggressor and get back to his feet. Once Stalker returns to his feet, the wiry Kendall is already up and before Stalker can get his guard up, he receives a hard kick below the knee cap, followed up by a sharp forearm smash, which stuns Stalker in the centre of the ring.
Don Chuckles: It seems that Alexander has found a way to negate the reach advantage that Stalker possesses with those kicks.
With Stalker preoccupied with pain, Kendall shoots backwards and off the ropes, but Stalker has him scouted and performs a back body drop on Kendall, who was moving too quickly to stop himself from running into the move.
Phil Latio: And a big back body drop!
Kendall writhes around with pain on the canvas, but Stalker shows him no remorse as he scoops the smaller man to his feet and scoops him on to his shoulders, looking for the torture rack.
Phil Latio: He’s looking to end it right here!
Kendall senses his peril and uses his primal instincts to elbow his way free of Stalker and from there he grabs his left arm and flips over, trapping Stalker in a fujiwara armbar.
Phil Latio: How did he do that!?
Don Chuckles: Kendall has managed to reverse the torture rack into a fujiwara armbar and the balance shifts in this back and forth match once again!
Kendall grits his teeth as he puts maximum pressure on Stalker’s arm and then takes it off before putting back on with as much ferocity as he can muster, almost teasing him. But Stalker shows incredible grit and determination by dragging both his frame and Kendall’s across the ring in order to grab the bottom rope, giving him an alleviation from the agony in his arm.
Phil Latio: Great determination from Stalker!
Don Chuckles: Stalker likes to perform a lot of power moves though, and with his left arm weakened, that could hamper him and limit his in ring style.
Phil Latio: And I bet Kendall knows it.
Stalker furrows his brow and attempts to block out the pain as he returns to his feet to face Kendall once again, who wastes no time in moving forwards to press his advantage, but he’s met with a sharp kick to the gut by Stalker, followed by a stiff uppercut which forces Kendall backwards to the corner.
Phil Latio: They say a wounded animal is at it’s most dangerous.
Don Chuckles: And Stalker is certainly fighting as though his livelihood depended on it.
Stalker cuts out any escape routes and blocks Alex Kendall in the corner, who is forced to put up his guard and attempt to last out the barrage as Stalker unloads in the corner with a series of stomps and punches.
Phil Latio: This guy is going to beat him to a pulp!
Callaghan is completely unmoved by the action inside the ring, and continues to show no discernable emotion as she evaluates the contest and makes concise notes in her book. Meanwhile inside the ring, Stalker has been forced to back off from the corner, as the referee started to count him out due to the escalation in the aggression of his attacks. With Stalker backed off, Kendall moves out of the corner and back towards the centre of the ring, where he has plenty of room to utilise his superior mat wrestling skills, but they appear to be redundant for the time being, as Stalker has no interest in grappling and instead rocks Alex with a haymaker.
Phil Latio: Did you see that!?
Don Chuckles: I certainly did, and I doubt that Alexander is going to let these blows land unchallenged.
Once Kendall gathers himself, Stalker moves in for another right hand, but Kendall strafes to the right and parries the blow and hits back with a flurry of crisp forearm smashes, ending in a powerful elbow which sends Stalker crashing down on to the mat in an unmoving heap.
Phil Latio: Roaring elbow!
Don Chuckles: And the shoulders are down, Kendall is looking for the pin.
Kendall hooks the leg and the referee promptly begins the count.
One
Two
Stalker Kicks Out!
Don Chuckles: But no!
Phil Latio: Stalker is tougher than that!
As Stalker kicks out, Kendall immediately looks to tie him up in some sort of devilish submission hold, but Stalker lands a forearm smash as Kendall leans in to grab his sore left arm and then rolls clear of his opponent, giving him enough time to get back to his feet first. Kendall scrabbles to his feet, but it’s in vain as Stalker hits a powerful knee to the gut and applies a front headlock, followed by a powerful suplex…..then another………and another!
Phil Latio: Three in a row!
Don Chuckles: Kendall looks in pain.
Stalker slowly returns to his feet and flexes his sore elbow a few times in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe the pain, but as he sees Kendall recovering, he scoops him to his feet and hits a big gut wrench powerslam.
Don Chuckles: My goodness!
Phil Latio: Kendall is starting to get pummelled!
Stalker takes several deep breaths before signalling to the turnbuckle, which garners a big ovation from the crowd, who are eager to see his remarkable 630 Moonsault.
Phil Latio: He’s signalling for it!
Don Chuckles: This could end proceeding completely!
Stalker drags Kendall into the optimum position and proceeds to ascend the turnbuckle in preparation for his signature manoeuvre. Once he reaches the top rope, Stalker salutes the crowd in an attempt to receive some support in his expedition to conclude the match, and soon enough the entire arena are clapping and chanting as he stands over ten feet above his motionless opponent.
Phil Latio: Here we go Don!
Stalker takes a deep breath and bounds off of the turnbuckle and into the air, where he completes to perfect revolutions before crashing down on to Kendall – who has sprung to his feet and caught Stalker in a DDT! As Stalker’s skull crashes against the mat, Kendall locks in a guillotine choke with body scissors within the bat of an eyelid and exerts huge pressure on Stalker, who flaps about and attempts to break free, but he’s trapped!
Don Chuckles: What a reversal!
Once Stalker establishes that he can’t escape, he begins to flail around in an attempt to get to the bottom rope, but his long arms just don’t quite stretch far enough! The pain Stalker is undergoing is immense, yet he is doing a phenomenal job of resisting, but within thirty seconds he is pushed beyond the brink and reaches his breaking point and begins to bang the canvas over and over like a man possesses, letting the referee know that Kendall has won.
Phil Latio: No! Kendall did it, we’ve just lost three percent.
Don Chuckles: All credit to Stalker, he had Kendall beaten, but it took a moment of brilliance to best him, and even then he lasted almost a minute in that devastating submission.
Kendall rises from his agonized foe in victory and allows the referee to raise his hand while Caitlyn Callaghan enters the ring to rejoin him. Kendall looks over at his porcelain faced helper and an unspoken message is given and received and the pair begin to exit the arena while remaining oblivious to the jeers. Callaghan shuts her notebook and clicks the ballpoint pen once again as the two exit to the back.
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Main Event: Sheamus vs. The Undertaker
(Non-Title)
This is what we have been all waiting on, this is the match that everybody has been talking about since the card was announced last week. We first see the arena lights go dark, and the eerie gong sound reverberates throughout the arena. The fans break into a loud ovation of cheers as a second gong sound is heard. Low and ominous organ music begins to play accompanied by a thick fog starting to billow around the entrance way. A third gong sound happens and then we see a familiar figure emerge from the back. It’s him! The Undertaker has made his long awaited return to Thy WWE, we see the legendary wrestler make his way down the ramp slowly as the fans continue to cheer. Getting down to ringside several minutes later, we see Undertaker walk up the stairs and stop for a moment at the top step. The lights then come on right when we see Undertaker take off his hat. The shot zooms in as Undertaker rolls his eyes in the back of his head before going inside of the ring. His time away from the ring seems to have done nothing to take away from the great shape that he is in. Undertaker’s eyes fixate on the entrance way as his music concludes with one final gong. A mere seconds later we hear “The Essence of Ashes” by Eluvietie kick on and the fans begin to boo the Thy WWE champion as Sheamus slowly emerges from the back. None of the usual bravado is seen from the champ, no arm raise, no scream to the crowd. Instead we see Sheamus simply lock eyes with The Undertaker and stare as he slowly makes his way down the ramp and rolls inside of the ring. After handing his championship belt to the referee, the referee hands it to the crew on the outside before asking these two men in the ring if they understand the rules. Two quick nods and the referee motions for the bell to be rung and getting this match underway. But first we hear the music of Triple H come on again, and we see the opponent of the champ at Wrestlemania come out and stand tall on the top of the ramp. Locking eyes with Sheamus and grinning, we see HHH make his way down the ramp and stand at ringside. The referee warns HHH to not do anything as he returns his attention back to the two men in the ring.
Don Chuckles: Can you feel it in the air Phil? Can you feel the excitement buzzing for these two titans to start tearing into each other?
Phil Latio: I can’t wait.
Sheamus and The Undertaker pace around each other, both men trying to size the other up. Undertaker represents the past era of Thy WWE, while Sheamus has had a stranglehold on the present top spot since winning the title at Oppression. But this is going to be by far, his biggest threat, his most formidable challenge. The two great men meet in the center of the ring and start to jaw back and forth, but jawing turns into getting physical as Sheamus throws a hard right at Undertaker, but Undertaker quickly fires a bomb back and the two big men start to trade stiff blows in the center of the ring. We see Undertaker’s MMA related style come into play as he starts to get some steam and fire off a rapid barrage of lefts and rights into the chest and midsection of the champ. Undertaker then bounces off the ropes and charges back towards Sheamus and tries to drop him with a clothesline. Sheamus doesn’t fall though, and then grabs Undertaker and knees him in the stomach before bouncing off the ropes himself and as he comes back towards Undertaker, this time it’s he who goes for a clothesline, but gets a similar result as Undertaker doesn’t go down.
Don Chuckles: Neither man has budged so far Phil.
Phil Latio: I’m literally on the edge of my seat Donny.
Sheamus then bounces off the ropes again and as he charges towards The Undertaker he gets stung with a big boot. Still not going down though, we see Undertaker nod in approval as he kicks Sheamus low and hits him with a DDT. Sheamus’s head bounces off of the mat as Undertaker immediately mounts him and goes for a cover—1…NO! Sheamus kicks out and we see Undertaker come back to his feet and pull Sheamus up. But Sheamus is able to fight Undertaker off and sting him with a neck breaker. We then see Sheamus pull Undertaker to his feet and hook him in an abdominal stretch in the center of the ring. Screaming for Undertaker to give it up, we see the official come in to make sure Undertaker is okay. Undertaker is defiantly shaking his head no as Sheamus gets a quick grin on his face before clubbing Undertaker in the chest twice. The referee points at Sheamus and screams at him to not do that again which only causes the champion to chuckle. After looking straight at the referee before hitting one more clubbing blow of his own, we see Sheamus struggle for a moment, before finally grimacing and lifting Undertaker up into a pump handle and dropping him down onto the mat. Undertaker flops around momentarily holding his back, but quickly covers up as Sheamus mounts him and starts to hit some stiff sounding closed fist left and right hands. Blatantly defying the rules now, we see the referee get gutsy as he pushes Sheamus off of Undertaker and warns him that if he doesn’t knock it off that he will get disqualified. Does the champ want to go out that way? I don’t think so…we see Undertaker quickly try to pull himself to his feet, but he is dropped back down to the mat as Sheamus stings him with a big boot. Sheamus then immediately gets on top of Undertaker and hooks both legs…the official slides into position and starts the count—1…2…NO! Undertaker kicks out and Sheamus stands up and nods almost knowingly.
Don Chuckles: Started off even, but now Sheamus has the edge here Phil.
Phil Latio: This could go either way Donny boy.
Sheamus stands up, and starts to feel his confidence grow as he raises his arms and howls in the air. On the outside of the ring, we can see HHH nod. In the ring, he then turns back towards Undertaker, and leans down to pick him up, but all of a sudden his eyes bulge as Undertaker’s hand reaches up and clasps Sheamus around the throat. Sheamus starts to hop around as Undertaker’s eyes narrow before trying to lift the champion up for a choke slam. We see Sheamus start to pound on the arm of Undertaker, before shucking it off and grabbing him in a bear hug. Sheamus then contorts his body and stings Undertaker with a belly to belly suplex. Following up with an elbow drop, we see Sheamus cover The Undertaker and scream for the official to make the count—1…2…NO! Undertaker kicks out. Sheamus then gets up and measures Undertaker, but once the dead man gets up and Sheamus charges towards him, Sheamus is stung with a big boot which staggers him backwards into a corner. Undertaker then hits a running splash before grabbing the right arm of the champion and climbing the turnbuckles. We see Undertaker walk the tight rope before leaping off and catching Sheamus with the clubbing Old School blow. It drops the champion down to the mat and we see Sheamus get mounted by Undertaker as the referee makes the count—1…2…NO! The champion kicks out.
Don Chuckles: That was a huge move by Undertaker.
Phil Latio: It’s gonna be tough to put Sheamus away though Donny.
Undertaker lifts Sheamus up to follow up, but the champ surprises him by catching him with the Irish Curse backbreaker. Now it’s the champ that goes for a quick cover—1…2…NO!!! Undertaker kicks out. We can see the champion pound the mat in frustration as he pushes himself to his feet and goes over to a far corner. Sheamus charges Undertaker as he rises and goes for a Brogue Kick, but we see the dead man impressively sidestep and cinch his hand around the throat of the champion, using his own momentum against him to lift the champion up and spike him with a choke slam. Undertaker then stands up proudly and does the infamous hand slash across the throat. Could it be time for the Tombstone Piledriver? We see Undertaker pull Sheamus up and get him in the position. With Sheamus hanging precariously, we see him try and fight it off, but as the crowd cheers, we see Sheamus get drilled into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver. Undertaker crosses the arms of the champ and looks up as the referee slides into make the count—1…2…….NO! Sheamus raises a shoulder and we can see that the champ still has a lot of fight left in him. Undertaker stands up cursing loudly as the fans boo that it wasn’t enough to get the job done.
Don Chuckles: Wow Phil, not many kick out of the Tombstone.
Phil Latio: That’s true.
Undertaker then grabs Sheamus and tosses him to the outside of the ring. We see the champion land in a heap on the outside of the ring and slowly start to stir. Looking around, the fans cheer Undertaker as he charges towards Sheamus and leaps over the top rope, stinging the champ with a plancha on the arena floor. We can hear a slight Holy Shit chant kick on in the arena as some of the fans are amazed by a man as big as Undertaker, being able to fly through the air so gracefully. Undertaker and Sheamus are both down on the floor as the referee starts to administer the ten count—1…2…both of them start to stir…3…4…both men are now on their feet…5…6…Undertaker stings Sheamus with a right hand before banging his head off of the apron. Rolling him inside of the ring, we can see Undertaker climb onto the apron and look at the head and neck of Sheamus hanging over. Undertaker then runs and jumps up in the air, bringing his right leg down and across the throat of Sheamus. Sheamus is holding his throat inside of the ring as Undertaker comes inside and mounts him. Turning over, we see Sheamus get rolled into the Gogo Plata submission. Sheamus immediately starts to flail in pain as the referee comes and asks him if he wants to give up.
Don Chuckles: This could be the end Phil.
Phil Latio: Has Sheamus ever tapped out Donny?
Don Chuckles: I don’t think so Phil?
Sheamus clubs away at the legs of Undertaker, enough to loosen the hold of the Gogo Plata and roll Undertaker away. Both Sheamus and Undertaker are down once again, as we can hear the fans in the stands showing their approval at the war being fought in front of them. The referee starts to administer his count again, getting up to five before Sheamus gets up, followed by Undertaker a mere milli seconds later.
We see the return of a living legend tonight. The Undertaker, never defeated in a Thy WWE ring makes his presence known once again as he faces our World Champion in the nearly unbeatable Sheamus. These two men represent the past and present of Thy WWE superstardom. It’s a proven fact that Sheamus and The Undertaker are the only two mega stars created here by Vince McMahon and talk has been buzzing about who the absolute best is. The Undertaker represents the earlier days of Thy WWE, in its infancy; while Sheamus has rosen to prominence now. Two titans will collide, but in the end, there can be only one.
The question is who?
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For the second week in a row, our show begins live from the office of the General Manager Austin Starr. Last week we seen the new Intercontinental Champion Jacob Senn storm in and hold the belt hostage unless Austin negotiated certain terms and perks with him. This week we see that he is not alone as he is sitting on the edge of his desk and we catch Dominic Reynolds sitting in one of the plush leather chairs.
General Manager Starr: Congratulations on the win Dom, I knew you still had it in you.
Dominic Reynolds: Ima get right to the point Austin. I beat Triple H, I want his title shot against Sheamus at Wrestlemania 2. It’s about time I finally listen to you, listen to my brother Ronnie, get my head out of my ass and start aiming big here.
Austin looks taken aback by the bluntness of Reynolds.
General Manager Starr: You versus Sheamus at Wrestlemania would be off the charts, the ratings would be huge.
Dominic Reynolds: So I’m in.
General Manager Starr: Let me finish Dom…the answer is no. As much as I want to give you the chance, you haven’t shown me that you deserve it yet. You beat Triple H last week, kudos. But get a few more big wins like that under your belt and then we will talk about you challenging the champ.
Reynolds goes to answer but then we see the door to Austin’s office slam open and in walks Xavier Oden. What is he doing here? Oden walks up to Austin, and then to Reynolds before sneering.
Xavier Oden: Typical…just typical. Rather than look at yourself in the mirror Reynolds after you got your butt whooped by me at Attrition and realize you need to step your game up; you instead come in here and try to weasel your way into a World Championship opportunity, simply because your boys with the Raw GM.
But according to what you said Reynolds, I’m the one lacking character right?
Typical…
We can see Reynolds begin to fume as General Manager Starr looks disgusted.
General Manager Starr: What are you doing on my show Oden?
Instead of answering, we see Oden come face to face with Austin.
Xavier Oden: How can you let scum like him manipulate you Austin? What happened to you man? What happened to the bloodthirsty, ruthless, conniving SOB that would screw his own mother to get to the top? What happened to the manipulating snake who stole his best friends’ wife and kids before adding insult to injury by almost ending his best friends’ life?
You promised that you would walk away after Oppression Austin; win, lose, or draw. But what happened? You came back to television, you lied to the family you stole and now you are lying to these fans every week. You paint yourself and this show to be the best thing happening in Thy WWE, but I think it’s all a lie. I think you’re a liar, and a fraud. You’re pathetic.
General Manager Starr’s eyes narrow, but then before he can even react we see Oden smack him hard across the face. Austin lunges towards Oden but gets held back by Reynolds.
Dominic Reynolds: Leave Oden, now.
Austin regains his composure seconds later, as we see Reynolds and Oden come face to face.
Xavier Oden: What are you gonna do Reynolds? Are you gonna duck me for another six weeks and then cut some lengthy diatribe trying to attack my character, when in all reality, the things you blasted me for, are what you are really guilty of? Are you gonna pretend to be some kinda tough guy badass, and then choke under pressure? Do you remember what happened at Attrition Reynolds? Do you remember looking up at the lights as the referee counted the fall?
Because I do.
Now it’s Reynolds that is fuming once again as Austin steps forward.
General Manager Starr: Leave now Oden, before I have you thrown out of my building.
We see Oden simply chuckle and walk out of the office, not before pointing at Reynolds and doing another mock boxer taunt. Reynolds continues to stew as we see General Manager Starr exit the office as well, mumbling about how he has something to say as the show goes to ringside and we see Don Chuckles and Phil Latio.
Don Chuckles: What an opener Phil!
Phil Latio: I gotta give Xavier credit for calling out the General Manager Donny.
“Superstar” blasts out over the arena speakers as we see a fuming General Manager Starr make his way out and storm down the ramp. Rolling inside of the ring, he motions for a microphone and is tossed one.
General Manager Starr: Where, or where do I begin? How about with the stifling lack of originality being seen around here in my locker room lately? What one man does elsewhere and the results that he gets there, they belong there. It doesn’t mean that you copy him word for word, and think that you are going to get similar results here.
It’s pathetic, and quite boring to be honest.
Try being original…
We hear some of the fans start to boo, while a small SCW chant gets mixed in with it. Acknowledging the chant, we see Austin scowl as he continues.
General Manager Starr: SCW, three initials that I never thought that I would speak of again. A company where I rose to prominence, and then would later take over. I shed blood and tears for that company, and had some of the greatest times of my career there. I had done it all for SCW, thought I was ready to move on.
And then I crossed paths with a wildcard.
Caitlin Callihan, a truly dangerous enigma. The way she carried herself above the roster rubbed me the wrong way. She represented the exact polar opposite of everything I stood for; it made me see her as a liability. Pursuing her drove me to near madness, crossing paths with her once in the ring, I tasted bitter defeat. I never forgot that loss, I never forgot that embarrassment. I had to defeat her, she was the one thing standing in my way of true satisfaction. Destiny seemed to deny me at every turn, after her and Kendall vanished and SCW eventually folded. I thought that I was finally over it. I thought that I had finally moved on.
That was until the night of Attrition. That was the night that old wounds were immediately reopened.
When Kenneth returned that night, he made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. I’ll never forget the words he spoke. We need to shake things up old friend, we need to get the locker room on notice, and there’s only one person who can get it done. The moment he mentioned Alex Kendall, I knew Callihan would not be far behind. I felt my hand trembling with an insane excitement as I signed the deal that night. There was no hesitation; this would be the time that I finally got my hands on her.
It has to b-
More of the fans in the arena are booing the General Manager quite loudly now. We see Austin try to continue, but he gets drowned out by the disapproving fans.
Don Chuckles: I really don’t know what to say Phil.
Phil Latio: Austin did what Austin felt was right.
General Manager Starr: Hate me if you will, boo me if you wish. But in the end, you will see that I have done the right thing.
You will see….
“Superstar” comes on once again as the fans continue to boo Austin as he exits the ring and walks backwards up the ramp. Once Austin disappears the show goes to a commercial break.
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Match 1: Mentally Ill vs. Captain Creambeard
(Chuck-E-Cheese Ball Pit Match)
Don Chuckles: This first match of the night is…interesting to say the least.
Phil Latio: That’s putting it lightly; please direct your attention to our arena big screen.
The big screen comes to life as we can see a Chuck E Cheese. The big mouse is outside taking pictures of a few kids, while we go inside and we can see it cleared out. All except for the ball pit, where we can already see Captain Creambeard inside ready to go while on the outside is Mentally Ill. A referee is standing with Ill screaming for him to go inside.
Mentally Ill: EIIIIOOOHHHHH
Ill then slaps the referee before doing a swan dive into the ball pit. Instead of going for Creambeard, we see Ill start doing laps around the ball pit. The referee motions for the match to be started and Creambeard starts to juggle the balls.
Mentally Ill: MY BALLS!!!!! STOP GRABBING MY BALLS RASHANDA!!!! EIIIOOOHHHHHIIIIIIII
Ill then rears up like the Loch Ness Monster and slams himself down onto Creambeard who starts to giggle uncontrollably as Ill starts to slap his body. Creambeard then bops Ill in the head with a blue ball, and then bops him in the head a second time before grabbing Ill and kissing him square on the lips.
Mentally Ill: WHY BUDDA WHY!!!!!!
Ill then gets a fire in his eyes as he reaches into his stained underwear and comes out with brown.
Mentally Ill: STICKY FINGERS!!! EIIIIIIIIIIOOOOHHHHHH
Ill then tries to jab his brown fingers at Creambeard, but instead gets bopped over the head again with another ball. Ill flops back glossy eyed and Creambeard mounts him. We can see the referee immediately disgusted with this, and he just slaps the wall three times and orders the match to be over.
Winner: Captain Creambeard in 3:15
We can see the referee shake his head, and a collective groan is felt throughout the arena as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Don Chuckles: Well next up folks we have an announcement by...well....I don't know, I don't have it written down here. Do you know who it is Phil?
Phil Latio: No, I don't have anything written down either...
Both of the announcer's attentions are drawn to the titantron screen where white letters displaying "JCP" appear on the black screen. From the back, out struts Jim Cornette walking confidently down to the ring.
He gets into the ring to a mixture of boos and gasps of amazement by the crowd. Jim Cornette holds up a microphone, waves to the crowd, and then talks.
Jim Cornette: Thank you, thank you for that warm reception folks. Many of you already know who I am, but for those few of those who don't, my name is Jim Cornette. I'm the owner and operator of Jim Cornette Productions. And I'm here tonight in Thy WWE because quite honestly I am sick to death, watching the last few weeks with this SCW Invasion. I've seen too many companies go through these bickering wars, and to stand by and not do anything about it. So myself and my employees at JCP has taken it upon ourselves to get back into the management game. We are going to do something about this SCW business. I'm here tonight to introduce my first client in the business, and take him to the top like I've done with every other wrestler I've represented. I'll be supporting him and helping him to put an end to this SCW nonsense. So without further ado....
Jim Cornette motions towards the titantron screen.
Jacob Senn's music and tron begin to play. The crowd begins to cheer, expecting his arrival. They wait, seconds seem like minutes, and after about twenty seconds Jim Cornette puts the microphone back to his mouth, and he laughs.
Jim Cornette: Do you really think I'd be signing someone as moronically stupid as Jacob Senn? I mean, comeon, I don't know how he won the Intercontinental title but my thoughts on the process is that he couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Now I didn't come out here just to jerk your guys chain, but I really did come out to introduce my client. Without any further ado, let me introduce the Sinister Scotsman, the Chosen one himself, Drew McIntyre.
Drew walks out from backstage dressed in a nice suit carrying a briefcase. The crowd explodes in cheers and boos at the entrance of Drew McIntyre. As Drew is walking to the ring the commentators comment on the current activities going on.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god Phil, can you believe this?! The Sinister Scotsman teaming up with Jim Cornette?
Phil Latio: I know, as if Drew wasn't dangerous enough!
Drew has gotten into the ring and is standing next to Jim Cornette. Everyone sees Drew reach his hand out and shake hands with Jim Cornette. Cornette hands Drew a microphone.
Drew McIntyre: Thank you Mr. Cornette. Your offer to manage me was a great option for me. But now that you are my manager, I feel like I need to divulge some recent activities.
Jim has a smile on his face as if he knows what is coming next.
Jim Cornette: By all means Drew. What do you need to tell me?
Drew bends down and opens up his briefcase. From the briefcase he pulls out Jacob Senn's Intercontinental title. He holds it up to the crowd for everyone to see.
Jim Cornette: Drew, what are you doing with that? You haven't won that yet. Thats Jacob Senn's belt.
Drew McIntyre: Well, I saw it backstage, and since Jacob Senn couldn't "save himself" from me in our match last week, and its a foregone conclusion I'm going to beat him at Wrestlemania, I didn't see the harm in borrowing it for awhile, I wanted to get used to the feel of it.
The two share a laugh, and the crowd is rather quiet, not exactly sure what to make of all this.
Drew McIntyre: So I figured I'd come out, bring it with me to meet you Mr. Cornette, and just let everyone know, as I've been saying all along. This belt is mine, Jacob Senn just holds it for me until I officially take it at Wrestlemania. Because, as I've been saying all along, this title is mine, whenever I want to take it I will. Just like tonight, I wanted it, so I took it.
Jim Cornette: I can see this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful partnership. You definitely have the right mind and talent for the business. With me and you working together, there is nothing that we won't be able to accomplish. You, Drew McIntyre, are the fastest rising star in this company.
The two of them jointly hold up the Intercontinental belt above their heads and begin to slowly rotate counterclockwise away from the ramp.
Jim Cornette: So you've heard what my client has said to you Jacob Senn, we are going to leave the belt right here for you. So why don't you came get it you fucking ugly bitch!
As they have been turning, showing the belt off to the crowd, their backs are to the ramp, and with the crowd already yelling and screaming due to whats been said and whats been going on, Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette don't notice Jacob Senn come running out from the back holding a chair. Jacob Senn runs down to the ring like a man possessed. He slides into the ring and quickly stands up. He raises the chair like he is going to strike at his two adversaries in the back, but he holds and thinks better of it. He waits until Jim Cornette and Drew turn around and notice that he is there. Before either can react, Jacob slams the chair into Cornette's head and drops him like a fat sack of potatoes.
Drew doesn't have time to react as Jacob jabs the chair into his gut, doubling him over. He quickly follows this up expertly with a second chair shot to Drew's back, dropping him to the ground. The damage done, his opponents laying at his feet, Jacob drops up the chair, picks up one of the fallen microphones, along with his title that he puts over his shoulder.
Jacob Senn: No, you are wrong, this title is MINE. Drew McIntyre, you've been trying to play these mind games with me, keep telling everyone that my title is actually yours, that I am nothing but a baggage handler for me. I think tonight I've proven just how wrong you are. At Wrestlemania, you aren't going to take my title, I'm going to pin you like...what was it that Cornette just said? I'm going to pin you like a "fucking ugly bitch" at Wrestlemania.
Jacob Senn drops the microphone, rolls out of the ring and walks backstage to the crowd exploding, holding his title up high.
Don Chuckles: What did we just see?
Phil Latio: Well Don, I don't think that Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette planned on that happening. I sure as hell didn't expect to see Jacob Senn do what he just did either.
Don Chuckles: Um, well, yeah, okay onto the next match after another commercial break....
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Match 2: Crisis/Beno vs. POT
(Thy WWE Tag Team Championship)
(Handicap Match)
Don Chuckles: Welcome back to Thy WWE Raw! We’re moments away from witnessing the Professor of Thuganomics defend his tag team championships in a handicap match against Beno and Crisis, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it!
Phil Latio: Neither have I! This guy must be crazy if he thinks he’ll retain against these two monsters!
Phil Latio is silenced by the sound of Beno’s entrance theme, “I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf, which receives a torrent of passionate boos as both of the muscle bound monsters emerge from backstage and slowly make their way across the stage and towards the ring.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring at a combined weight of 610 pounds, the team of Beno and Crisis!
Phil Latio: These two guys are demons in the ring! How do you stand up to two guys who are so powerful?
Don Chuckles: I don’t know, but POT is resilient and determined, and those are certainly two of the traits you’d need to survive these two.
As Beno and Crisis advance down the ramp, the fans in the front row are particularly rambunctious and sling a barrage of insults at the pair, and eventually Crisis reaches his breaking point and advances towards a particularly loud fan, who recedes into his seat in terror. Crisis points to Beno’s W.W.B.D tattoo and tells him not to worry about what Beno would do, but what they both are going to do if he doesn’t stop booing. As they walk on, the fan doesn’t make a sound.
Phil Latio: Did you see that!?
Don Chuckles: These two are certainly an intimidating pair.
Beno and Crisis gradually make their way to the bottom of the entrance ramp and enter the ring, where they begin to confer regarding things such as tactics while they await the arrival of POT. Meanwhile, the referee keeps his distance and works on getting the confidence to tell them to get out of the ring once POT enters.
Phil Latio: And now we await POT.
WORLDLIFE
The fans begin to boo as the man who likes to tell it how it is bursts on to the scene from the backstage area. POT simply shakes his head as he pauses atop the stage with both belts slung of his broad shoulders and breathes in the negative atmosphere. As he continues down the ramp, he wears a condescending look which says he knows the truth that they refuse to believe.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring from Belfast Ireland, he is the sole holder of the tag team championships, weighing in at 230 pounds, the Professor of Thuganomics!
Phil Latio: This guy is bounding from one authority figure to the next, talking about all sorts of conspiracies…..oh God Don, what if I’m next!?
Don Chuckles: Somehow I doubt that berating an announcer will have a profound impact….
Phil Latio: What!? Don, I’m a superstar, don’t be surly just because you aren’t as famous as me.
Don Chuckles: Why do I bother?
POT makes steady progress down the ramp, with his chain bobbing up and down as his feet make contact with the ramp. Every fan lining the front row seems to be jeering at POT, but he shows an admirable degree of apathy despite their roars of disdain.
Don Chuckles: While me may not know what he’s going to say next, we do know that this guy is talented in the ring, after all he’s the Tag Team Champion.
Phil Latio: And he’s got balls! He’s defending these two championships in a handicap match!
POT reaches the bottom of the ramp and doesn’t waste any of his time with fan interaction and quickly enters the ring underneath the top rope. Once he’s inside the squared circle, POT pumps his arms into the air while he grasps his two championships, allowing the light to shine down on the glorious, golden belts, showing off the trinkets he attained with Barton, who has now deserted him.
Phil Latio: I don’t think that there are many people who can come out victorious in a handicap match, but POT is one of them, he’s a gutsy fighter who won’t give up, no matter what.
POT relinquishes his two championship belts to the referee while the two behemoths he’ll have to do battle with eye him up like two voracious lions, ready to pounce.
Don Chuckles: Expect a gutsy brawl here folks, nothing akin to the technical wrestling the SCW championship match will bring.
The referee looks at POT and anxiously asks if he’s ready, POT nods and the referee signals over to Crisis, who will start the bout, who says he’s also ready. With a slightly concerned look upon his face, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: And we’ll begin proceedings with Crisis and the Professor of Thuganomics.
With the sound of the bell reverberating around the arena, both men are well aware that the bout has started, but Crisis is simply standing in his corner, but POT is wasting no time and advances straight over to him.
Phil Latio: Why is he just standing there?
Don Chuckles: I think there may be some tactics behind it Phil, Crisis is drawing him over to his corner, and if POT gets trapped there, he’s done for.
As POT makes up the distance between them, Crisis springs to life, looking to knock POT down to the mat straight away with a big clothesline, but POT ducks underneath the blow and begins to unload on the exposed abdomen of Crisis with powerful lefts and rights, but Crisis just tanks the blows and sends POT flying downwards against the canvas with a huge uppercut!
Phil Latio: Did you see that? Those shots didn’t even faze him!
POT scowls as he picks himself up off the mat, but he doesn’t have a chance to fight back as Crisis is upon him and scoops him up from the ground, looking for a powerslam, but POT slides down his back and hits a chop block, stunning the bigger and leaving him down on one knee.
Don Chuckles: POT is a fighter, he will not give up.
With Crisis broken down and on his level, POT begins to unload with a series of dizzying blows to the head. Once Crisis gets back to his feet he is groggy and he backtracks and leans against the ropes for support, while he does this, Beno performs a blind tag which POT doesn’t see. As Crisis looks ready to recover, POT clotheslines him over the top and out of the ring!
Phil Latio: And there he goes! If this was a Royal Rumble match he’d be out of here!
Some of the crowd are won over by POT’s heart and desire and begin to cheer him while others remain turned against him. POT has his arms raised as he looks down upon Crisis, who is clambering back to a vertical base on the outside.
Don Chuckles: Look out POT, he’s not the legal man, Beno is!
Beno enters the ring and hurtles across towards POT and lands a massive big boot which the professor never even saw coming.
Don Chuckles: That’s heinous!
Phil Latio: Pfft, you gotta do what you gotta do Donny boy!
POT is laying upon the canvas in a heap, but Beno isn’t finished yet, and as he grabs POT around the scruff of his neck, leaving his stomach exposed, which POT takes advantage of as he begins to unload with a series of punches to the midsection.
Phil Latio: This guy is fighting his way out of everything!
Once POT has Beno staggered, he pushes the larger man back a yard and performs a picture perfect dropkick, sending Beno flying backwards on to the mat!
Don Chuckles: Dropkick from POT, and he’s going for the pin!
POT hooks the leg and has an excited look in his eyes as the referee begins the count.
One
Beno Kicks Out!
Phil Latio: Nice idea, but a dropkick won’t end the match!
POT curses his luck and quickly gets back to his feet while dragging Beno upwards with him. Once both men are standing, POT scoops him up on to his shoulders for a Samoan drop, but Beno drives two sharp, placed elbows into the neck of POT, giving him the opportunity to get free, and once he gets there, he picks up POT and gives him a Samoan Drop of his own!
Don Chuckles: That’s just spitting in his face, Beno used his won move against him!
POT is down momentarily and Beno drags him over to the corner where he makes the tag to Crisis and pins POT’s arms behind his back, giving Crisis the chance to hit a right hand with no protection for POT.
Phil Latio: This is where not having a partner comes back to haunt him. POT will have no rest while Beno and Crisis will be fresh off the apron every time.
Don Chuckles: POT knew what he was letting himself in for, I just wonder if he regrets it now.
Crisis picks up the tiring POT and drives a powerful right handed blow into his jaw, sending POT reeling, but not down.
Phil Latio: But still he refuses to go down!
Crisis doesn’t seem concerned with POT’s stoic resistance of him as he appears to be aware that he is inflicting damage that will inhibit POT more and more as time rolls on. Crisis approaches POT and locks him up in a tight full nelson.
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for POT!
Crisis lets out a villainous cackle as he lifts POT into the air and sends him plunging downwards on to the mat with bone crushing impact.
Phil Latio: What a vicious full nelson slam!
Crisis eases himself on to the mat and hooks the leg of POT.
Don Chuckles: That should be all folks….
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT!
Don Chuckles: No! There’s life yet!
Crisis seems surprised, but he keeps his cool and quickly tags in Beno, who enters the ring with a look which says he wants to end the match with his current visit to the ring. POT is stumbling around the ring and Beno grins as he lands a huge haymaker, which sends POT down to the ground, but he gets back to his feet through sheer determination. Beno smirks and drops POT again, but still he gets up, this time Beno looks angry and he goes for a big right hand, but POT parries the blow and hits with a shot of his own. Beno stumbles backwards and looks pissed off, so he charges forwards with fury and looks for a “Hit N’ Run” but he sprints directly into a superkick by POT!
Phil Latio: What a move!
Don Chuckles: The shoulders are down, this could be all!
One
Two
Thr….CRISIS SAVES THE MATCH!
Phil Latio: Woah! That was close!
Don Chuckles: I think Beno had the bottom rope….
Phil Latio: Crisis wasn’t taking any chances.
While the referee reprimands Crisis, POT and Beno get back to their feet and begin to trade blows, with Beno eventually getting the upper hand and overpowering POT.
Don Chuckles: POT has done incredibly, but Beno is just fresher, that’s the only difference here.
Phil Latio: POT nearly won the match there, I think he can still pull the victory out!
With POT staggered, Beno takes his chance at hits a thunderous Beno Bomb!
Don Chuckles: Oh my God!
Phil Latio: That will be all.
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT!
Phil Latio: How is he doing it!?
A look of disbelief is written on Beno’s face as he looks down on the broken POT, who simply will not give up. Beno shakes his head and tags in Crisis, who enters the ring swiftly and roughly picks up POT and scoops him up for a bone shattering Satan’s Plunge!
Don Chuckles: This is borderline criminal!
Phil Latio: It was an incredible effort, but POT has succumbed to the numbers game.
One
Two
POT KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Don Chuckles: This arena is in shock!
Crisis has a posture which suggests sheer disbelief, which is more than likely written on his masked face. As Crisis reaches over to get at POT, the professor suddenly springs to life and wraps Crisis’s leg up and clamps on an STFU!
Phil Latio: My God, this is it Don!
Crisis writhes around and screams in pain underneath his mask and begins to desperately reach out for the ropes, but he is too far away, Beno can see the peril their title aspirations are in and begins to reach out for Crisis, who looks to be getting close to his breaking point.
Don Chuckles: POT has him trapped!
Crisis stretches farther than his arm would like until it screams with pain in the socket, but still he can’t reach. Crisis lets out a cry of agony and slaps his hand down sending a slap around the arena and begins to tap profusely!
Phil Latio: Oh my God! POT did it!
Don Chuckles: No! He tagged Beno in before he tapped!
Beno practically leaps into the ring and hits a rib shattering Hit N Run, putting POT down!
Don Chuckles: Woah! Goodnight!
POT is barely moving, but Beno is deranged and believes he will still kick out, so he pulls Crisis to his feet, and together the duo pick POT up on to their shoulders and hit a double powerbomb, joining the Beno Bomb with the Kill Switch!
Don Chuckles: They’ve combined two of the most devastating moves in the business!
Beno slumps down to the mat and covers POT again.
One
Two
THREE!
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: They did it!
Phil Latio: We have new champions!
Beno stands up with his arms raised in celebration and is soon joined by Crisis as the two are given their new championships.
Steve Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and new tag team champions…..the team of Crisis and Beno!
Boos rain down upon the pair as they stand with their championships raised before Thy WWE Raw goes to commercial.
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Triple H is seen backstage wearing his black leather jacket over a King of Kings T-shirt. He stops looking at the locker room belonging to the Celtic Warrior Sheamus but continues on until he reaches the backstage curtain. "Warrior" by Disturbed hits as Triple H quickly is handed a microphone and walks out onto the stage hearing mixed reaction rain down. His music cut as he brought the microphone to his lips.
Triple H: "Alot of people don't realize that I asked for the night off. Why is that you may ask? Because I damn well deserve it. Come the Main Event when Undertaker prepares to Decimate Sheamus I will be watching at ringside. See I found that if I could get the Undertaker to destroy Sheamus then it would give not only me but the fans pleasure. A month back Sheamus posted a little video about domination. He showed you all something that got you prepare for Mania. Well it's my turn now."
Triple H pointed to the screen as a video started to play and he headed backstage letting the video speak for him.
As the video ended the camera would go back ringside to the announcers.
Don Chuckles: Our Wrestlemania Main Event is gonna be good Phil.
Phil Latio: Onto our next match Donny, nobody cares about Triple H anyway.
Match 3: Alex Kendall vs. Stalker Knight
(SCW World Championship)
Don Chuckles: Up next we have the SCW World Champion Alexander Kendall going up against Stalker Knight.
Phil Latio: This should be a good one Don!
Don Chuckles: While I agree with you on that point, I don’t see the point in defending a defunct championship in a rival company.
Phil Latio: It’s his right, almost like an identity symbol. We’re being forced to remember that it’s SCW former owner who is reaping in three percent of this company with each successful defence of that title.
Graeme Revell’s “Inferno” begins to blast through the speaker system, cutting the announcer’s conversation short. Within moments, the former PCW star, Stalker Knight steps out into the fray, receiving a loud ovation for his efforts against the villainous invading forces of SCW.
Phil Latio: Here’s Stalker, Donny!
Don Chuckles: Yes, here he is and he looks pumped for his match tonight!
Stalker seems to have a spark in his eye and a spring in his step as he traverses the entrance ramp purposefully, shunning the fans this once and focusing on getting to the ring to wage his war against SCW.
Steve Cruise: Approaching the ring from Vancouver, Canada. He weighs in at 240 pounds, Stalker Knight!
Phil Latio: This guy looks like he’s ready for anything!
Don Chuckles: Indeed, he has a “take no prisoners” mentality that’s almost tangible for us here at ringside, and will be very much so for Kendall inside of the ring!
Stalker presses onwards down the ramp and doesn’t waste his time by ascending the steel steps and instead slides underneath the bottom rope across the canvas to enter the ring. From there he ventures across the mat and hops upon the second rope to salute the crowd, who reciprocate with a positive response. Stalker hops down from the second rope after a few moments and faces the stage, where his opponent will inevitably enter.
Don Chuckles: And now we await the presence of Alexander Kendall, the pioneer of the SCW invasion, he has orchestrated this perfectly, but tonight it looks like Stalker is going to take him out of his comfort zone.
Phil Latio: This guy is well able to run his mouth, but if he can cut it inside the ring remains to be seen.
“Missing Link” by Cruve ends the silence that had befallen the arena as they all conjoined in a state of anticipation, and as Kendall emerges from backstage with the ever faithful but strictly professional Caitlyn Callaghan by his side, the fans begin to boo and jeer right on queue. Despite the barrage of insults and aggression being shown by the Thy WWE faithful, Kendall carries himself with admirable decorum as he makes his way on to the ring, with an indifferent look on his face, which lets each and every member of the crowd well aware that their disdain doesn’t suffice to him. The camera pans across the foot of the ramp as the pair near the ring and Callaghan looks to go in the opposite direction to Alexander in order to observe the match behind her porcelain mask, which leaves a perpetually neutral expression plastered upon her face, however it would be presumed she is equally unaffected by the jeers as Kendall is.
Steve Cruise: Being accompanied to the ring by Caitlyn Callaghan, he hails from Woodbury New Jersey, weighing in at 210 pounds, Alexander Kendall!
Phil Latio: Listen to the hatred!
Don Chuckles: I don’t think it matters to Kendall, he’s keeping his focus on the match.
Kendall swiftly climbs the steel steps and enters the ring leisurely. In the meantime, Stalker has receded into his designated corner, as per the referee’s request and is eyeing up Kendall as he prepares for the impending battle the two will undergo.
Don Chuckles: I’ve watched video tapes of Kendall, and while you can disparage his character, there is barely a fault to be found in his ring work, this guy is crisp, efficient and deadly inside the ring.
Phil Latio: Don’t overlook Stalker, this guy has a considerable height and reach advantage over him, along with that deadly “Knight’s Epiphany”, and don’t get me started on that 630 degree moonsault he does, it’s almost unrealistic for a man his size to do that!
Once Alexander is happy to begin and is occupying the correct corner, the referee signals for the bell, and “Wildcard” Callaghan clicks down on her ballpoint pen to scribble down useful information regarding the match.
DING DING DING
Don Chuckles: And we’re underway!
At the sound of the bell, both men spring into action, with Kendall advancing out of his corner and keeping his stern gaze fixed upon Stalker while he creates a wide berth for himself. Stalker on the other hand moves straight towards Kendall and looks to cut the space separating the two. Within moments Stalker is upon Kendall and the two lunge forwards and lock up. It is apparent immediately that Stalker possesses a greater degree of raw physical power as he forces Kendall backwards towards the corner, but Alexander uses the involuntary shift in his momentum to his advantage as he tosses Stalker’s arm away from his shoulder and sends the bigger man toppling to the canvas with a lightning fast drop toe hold.
Phil Latio: This guy is quick.
Kendall isn’t idle once Stalker makes contact with the canvas as he immobilises and traps his leg and reaches forwards for the STF, but Stalker manages to fumble his long arms around until he finds the bottom rope, forcing Kendall to immediately release the hold before the referee even has the opportunity to count him out. As Kendall restores his vertical base, Callaghan enters a note into her book for future reference.
Don Chuckles: He may be despised for what he’s going, but Alex Kendall is by the book once he sets foot inside that ring.
Phil Latio: You’re telling me, the referee didn’t even have the chance to start the count!
Stalker returns to his feet, and both men inch closer to each other, and Stalker looks for another lock up, but Kendall darts downwards and clamps on a waistlock. Stalker struggles around in the hold for a few moments, but when he establishes he won’t be capable of breaking Kendall’s grip, he throws several sharp elbows backwards, which each connect with the skull and neck of Kendall, who is eventually beaten into momentary restraint.
Phil Latio: He’s out!
Upon escaping the hold, Stalker immediately spins around and performs an irish whip on Kendall, who still appears to be in pain and can’t recuperate in time to evade a powerful clothesline from Stalker, which he thunders into, collapsing him on the canvas. Stalker sees an opportunity and immediately looks for the pin.
Don Chuckles: I could swear that Stalker was trying to take his head off!
The referee slides on to the mat and begins the count as Stalker hooks the leg.
One
Two
Kendall Kicks Out!
Phil Latio: Close, but no cigar.
Upon kicking out, Kendall manages to wriggle free of Stalker and he uses the rope to pull himself clear of his aggressor and get back to his feet. Once Stalker returns to his feet, the wiry Kendall is already up and before Stalker can get his guard up, he receives a hard kick below the knee cap, followed up by a sharp forearm smash, which stuns Stalker in the centre of the ring.
Don Chuckles: It seems that Alexander has found a way to negate the reach advantage that Stalker possesses with those kicks.
With Stalker preoccupied with pain, Kendall shoots backwards and off the ropes, but Stalker has him scouted and performs a back body drop on Kendall, who was moving too quickly to stop himself from running into the move.
Phil Latio: And a big back body drop!
Kendall writhes around with pain on the canvas, but Stalker shows him no remorse as he scoops the smaller man to his feet and scoops him on to his shoulders, looking for the torture rack.
Phil Latio: He’s looking to end it right here!
Kendall senses his peril and uses his primal instincts to elbow his way free of Stalker and from there he grabs his left arm and flips over, trapping Stalker in a fujiwara armbar.
Phil Latio: How did he do that!?
Don Chuckles: Kendall has managed to reverse the torture rack into a fujiwara armbar and the balance shifts in this back and forth match once again!
Kendall grits his teeth as he puts maximum pressure on Stalker’s arm and then takes it off before putting back on with as much ferocity as he can muster, almost teasing him. But Stalker shows incredible grit and determination by dragging both his frame and Kendall’s across the ring in order to grab the bottom rope, giving him an alleviation from the agony in his arm.
Phil Latio: Great determination from Stalker!
Don Chuckles: Stalker likes to perform a lot of power moves though, and with his left arm weakened, that could hamper him and limit his in ring style.
Phil Latio: And I bet Kendall knows it.
Stalker furrows his brow and attempts to block out the pain as he returns to his feet to face Kendall once again, who wastes no time in moving forwards to press his advantage, but he’s met with a sharp kick to the gut by Stalker, followed by a stiff uppercut which forces Kendall backwards to the corner.
Phil Latio: They say a wounded animal is at it’s most dangerous.
Don Chuckles: And Stalker is certainly fighting as though his livelihood depended on it.
Stalker cuts out any escape routes and blocks Alex Kendall in the corner, who is forced to put up his guard and attempt to last out the barrage as Stalker unloads in the corner with a series of stomps and punches.
Phil Latio: This guy is going to beat him to a pulp!
Callaghan is completely unmoved by the action inside the ring, and continues to show no discernable emotion as she evaluates the contest and makes concise notes in her book. Meanwhile inside the ring, Stalker has been forced to back off from the corner, as the referee started to count him out due to the escalation in the aggression of his attacks. With Stalker backed off, Kendall moves out of the corner and back towards the centre of the ring, where he has plenty of room to utilise his superior mat wrestling skills, but they appear to be redundant for the time being, as Stalker has no interest in grappling and instead rocks Alex with a haymaker.
Phil Latio: Did you see that!?
Don Chuckles: I certainly did, and I doubt that Alexander is going to let these blows land unchallenged.
Once Kendall gathers himself, Stalker moves in for another right hand, but Kendall strafes to the right and parries the blow and hits back with a flurry of crisp forearm smashes, ending in a powerful elbow which sends Stalker crashing down on to the mat in an unmoving heap.
Phil Latio: Roaring elbow!
Don Chuckles: And the shoulders are down, Kendall is looking for the pin.
Kendall hooks the leg and the referee promptly begins the count.
One
Two
Stalker Kicks Out!
Don Chuckles: But no!
Phil Latio: Stalker is tougher than that!
As Stalker kicks out, Kendall immediately looks to tie him up in some sort of devilish submission hold, but Stalker lands a forearm smash as Kendall leans in to grab his sore left arm and then rolls clear of his opponent, giving him enough time to get back to his feet first. Kendall scrabbles to his feet, but it’s in vain as Stalker hits a powerful knee to the gut and applies a front headlock, followed by a powerful suplex…..then another………and another!
Phil Latio: Three in a row!
Don Chuckles: Kendall looks in pain.
Stalker slowly returns to his feet and flexes his sore elbow a few times in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe the pain, but as he sees Kendall recovering, he scoops him to his feet and hits a big gut wrench powerslam.
Don Chuckles: My goodness!
Phil Latio: Kendall is starting to get pummelled!
Stalker takes several deep breaths before signalling to the turnbuckle, which garners a big ovation from the crowd, who are eager to see his remarkable 630 Moonsault.
Phil Latio: He’s signalling for it!
Don Chuckles: This could end proceeding completely!
Stalker drags Kendall into the optimum position and proceeds to ascend the turnbuckle in preparation for his signature manoeuvre. Once he reaches the top rope, Stalker salutes the crowd in an attempt to receive some support in his expedition to conclude the match, and soon enough the entire arena are clapping and chanting as he stands over ten feet above his motionless opponent.
Phil Latio: Here we go Don!
Stalker takes a deep breath and bounds off of the turnbuckle and into the air, where he completes to perfect revolutions before crashing down on to Kendall – who has sprung to his feet and caught Stalker in a DDT! As Stalker’s skull crashes against the mat, Kendall locks in a guillotine choke with body scissors within the bat of an eyelid and exerts huge pressure on Stalker, who flaps about and attempts to break free, but he’s trapped!
Don Chuckles: What a reversal!
Once Stalker establishes that he can’t escape, he begins to flail around in an attempt to get to the bottom rope, but his long arms just don’t quite stretch far enough! The pain Stalker is undergoing is immense, yet he is doing a phenomenal job of resisting, but within thirty seconds he is pushed beyond the brink and reaches his breaking point and begins to bang the canvas over and over like a man possesses, letting the referee know that Kendall has won.
Phil Latio: No! Kendall did it, we’ve just lost three percent.
Don Chuckles: All credit to Stalker, he had Kendall beaten, but it took a moment of brilliance to best him, and even then he lasted almost a minute in that devastating submission.
Kendall rises from his agonized foe in victory and allows the referee to raise his hand while Caitlyn Callaghan enters the ring to rejoin him. Kendall looks over at his porcelain faced helper and an unspoken message is given and received and the pair begin to exit the arena while remaining oblivious to the jeers. Callaghan shuts her notebook and clicks the ballpoint pen once again as the two exit to the back.
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Main Event: Sheamus vs. The Undertaker
(Non-Title)
This is what we have been all waiting on, this is the match that everybody has been talking about since the card was announced last week. We first see the arena lights go dark, and the eerie gong sound reverberates throughout the arena. The fans break into a loud ovation of cheers as a second gong sound is heard. Low and ominous organ music begins to play accompanied by a thick fog starting to billow around the entrance way. A third gong sound happens and then we see a familiar figure emerge from the back. It’s him! The Undertaker has made his long awaited return to Thy WWE, we see the legendary wrestler make his way down the ramp slowly as the fans continue to cheer. Getting down to ringside several minutes later, we see Undertaker walk up the stairs and stop for a moment at the top step. The lights then come on right when we see Undertaker take off his hat. The shot zooms in as Undertaker rolls his eyes in the back of his head before going inside of the ring. His time away from the ring seems to have done nothing to take away from the great shape that he is in. Undertaker’s eyes fixate on the entrance way as his music concludes with one final gong. A mere seconds later we hear “The Essence of Ashes” by Eluvietie kick on and the fans begin to boo the Thy WWE champion as Sheamus slowly emerges from the back. None of the usual bravado is seen from the champ, no arm raise, no scream to the crowd. Instead we see Sheamus simply lock eyes with The Undertaker and stare as he slowly makes his way down the ramp and rolls inside of the ring. After handing his championship belt to the referee, the referee hands it to the crew on the outside before asking these two men in the ring if they understand the rules. Two quick nods and the referee motions for the bell to be rung and getting this match underway. But first we hear the music of Triple H come on again, and we see the opponent of the champ at Wrestlemania come out and stand tall on the top of the ramp. Locking eyes with Sheamus and grinning, we see HHH make his way down the ramp and stand at ringside. The referee warns HHH to not do anything as he returns his attention back to the two men in the ring.
Don Chuckles: Can you feel it in the air Phil? Can you feel the excitement buzzing for these two titans to start tearing into each other?
Phil Latio: I can’t wait.
Sheamus and The Undertaker pace around each other, both men trying to size the other up. Undertaker represents the past era of Thy WWE, while Sheamus has had a stranglehold on the present top spot since winning the title at Oppression. But this is going to be by far, his biggest threat, his most formidable challenge. The two great men meet in the center of the ring and start to jaw back and forth, but jawing turns into getting physical as Sheamus throws a hard right at Undertaker, but Undertaker quickly fires a bomb back and the two big men start to trade stiff blows in the center of the ring. We see Undertaker’s MMA related style come into play as he starts to get some steam and fire off a rapid barrage of lefts and rights into the chest and midsection of the champ. Undertaker then bounces off the ropes and charges back towards Sheamus and tries to drop him with a clothesline. Sheamus doesn’t fall though, and then grabs Undertaker and knees him in the stomach before bouncing off the ropes himself and as he comes back towards Undertaker, this time it’s he who goes for a clothesline, but gets a similar result as Undertaker doesn’t go down.
Don Chuckles: Neither man has budged so far Phil.
Phil Latio: I’m literally on the edge of my seat Donny.
Sheamus then bounces off the ropes again and as he charges towards The Undertaker he gets stung with a big boot. Still not going down though, we see Undertaker nod in approval as he kicks Sheamus low and hits him with a DDT. Sheamus’s head bounces off of the mat as Undertaker immediately mounts him and goes for a cover—1…NO! Sheamus kicks out and we see Undertaker come back to his feet and pull Sheamus up. But Sheamus is able to fight Undertaker off and sting him with a neck breaker. We then see Sheamus pull Undertaker to his feet and hook him in an abdominal stretch in the center of the ring. Screaming for Undertaker to give it up, we see the official come in to make sure Undertaker is okay. Undertaker is defiantly shaking his head no as Sheamus gets a quick grin on his face before clubbing Undertaker in the chest twice. The referee points at Sheamus and screams at him to not do that again which only causes the champion to chuckle. After looking straight at the referee before hitting one more clubbing blow of his own, we see Sheamus struggle for a moment, before finally grimacing and lifting Undertaker up into a pump handle and dropping him down onto the mat. Undertaker flops around momentarily holding his back, but quickly covers up as Sheamus mounts him and starts to hit some stiff sounding closed fist left and right hands. Blatantly defying the rules now, we see the referee get gutsy as he pushes Sheamus off of Undertaker and warns him that if he doesn’t knock it off that he will get disqualified. Does the champ want to go out that way? I don’t think so…we see Undertaker quickly try to pull himself to his feet, but he is dropped back down to the mat as Sheamus stings him with a big boot. Sheamus then immediately gets on top of Undertaker and hooks both legs…the official slides into position and starts the count—1…2…NO! Undertaker kicks out and Sheamus stands up and nods almost knowingly.
Don Chuckles: Started off even, but now Sheamus has the edge here Phil.
Phil Latio: This could go either way Donny boy.
Sheamus stands up, and starts to feel his confidence grow as he raises his arms and howls in the air. On the outside of the ring, we can see HHH nod. In the ring, he then turns back towards Undertaker, and leans down to pick him up, but all of a sudden his eyes bulge as Undertaker’s hand reaches up and clasps Sheamus around the throat. Sheamus starts to hop around as Undertaker’s eyes narrow before trying to lift the champion up for a choke slam. We see Sheamus start to pound on the arm of Undertaker, before shucking it off and grabbing him in a bear hug. Sheamus then contorts his body and stings Undertaker with a belly to belly suplex. Following up with an elbow drop, we see Sheamus cover The Undertaker and scream for the official to make the count—1…2…NO! Undertaker kicks out. Sheamus then gets up and measures Undertaker, but once the dead man gets up and Sheamus charges towards him, Sheamus is stung with a big boot which staggers him backwards into a corner. Undertaker then hits a running splash before grabbing the right arm of the champion and climbing the turnbuckles. We see Undertaker walk the tight rope before leaping off and catching Sheamus with the clubbing Old School blow. It drops the champion down to the mat and we see Sheamus get mounted by Undertaker as the referee makes the count—1…2…NO! The champion kicks out.
Don Chuckles: That was a huge move by Undertaker.
Phil Latio: It’s gonna be tough to put Sheamus away though Donny.
Undertaker lifts Sheamus up to follow up, but the champ surprises him by catching him with the Irish Curse backbreaker. Now it’s the champ that goes for a quick cover—1…2…NO!!! Undertaker kicks out. We can see the champion pound the mat in frustration as he pushes himself to his feet and goes over to a far corner. Sheamus charges Undertaker as he rises and goes for a Brogue Kick, but we see the dead man impressively sidestep and cinch his hand around the throat of the champion, using his own momentum against him to lift the champion up and spike him with a choke slam. Undertaker then stands up proudly and does the infamous hand slash across the throat. Could it be time for the Tombstone Piledriver? We see Undertaker pull Sheamus up and get him in the position. With Sheamus hanging precariously, we see him try and fight it off, but as the crowd cheers, we see Sheamus get drilled into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver. Undertaker crosses the arms of the champ and looks up as the referee slides into make the count—1…2…….NO! Sheamus raises a shoulder and we can see that the champ still has a lot of fight left in him. Undertaker stands up cursing loudly as the fans boo that it wasn’t enough to get the job done.
Don Chuckles: Wow Phil, not many kick out of the Tombstone.
Phil Latio: That’s true.
Undertaker then grabs Sheamus and tosses him to the outside of the ring. We see the champion land in a heap on the outside of the ring and slowly start to stir. Looking around, the fans cheer Undertaker as he charges towards Sheamus and leaps over the top rope, stinging the champ with a plancha on the arena floor. We can hear a slight Holy Shit chant kick on in the arena as some of the fans are amazed by a man as big as Undertaker, being able to fly through the air so gracefully. Undertaker and Sheamus are both down on the floor as the referee starts to administer the ten count—1…2…both of them start to stir…3…4…both men are now on their feet…5…6…Undertaker stings Sheamus with a right hand before banging his head off of the apron. Rolling him inside of the ring, we can see Undertaker climb onto the apron and look at the head and neck of Sheamus hanging over. Undertaker then runs and jumps up in the air, bringing his right leg down and across the throat of Sheamus. Sheamus is holding his throat inside of the ring as Undertaker comes inside and mounts him. Turning over, we see Sheamus get rolled into the Gogo Plata submission. Sheamus immediately starts to flail in pain as the referee comes and asks him if he wants to give up.
Don Chuckles: This could be the end Phil.
Phil Latio: Has Sheamus ever tapped out Donny?
Don Chuckles: I don’t think so Phil?
Sheamus clubs away at the legs of Undertaker, enough to loosen the hold of the Gogo Plata and roll Undertaker away. Both Sheamus and Undertaker are down once again, as we can hear the fans in the stands showing their approval at the war being fought in front of them. The referee starts to administer his count again, getting up to five before Sheamus gets up, followed by Undertaker a mere milli seconds later.
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