MNR 58 Results

[Vince McMahon]

MONDAY NIGHT RAW!



The video ends as as Raw opens, we can immediately see that we are in the office of General Manager Starr. The atmosphere seems somehow different though. Instead of the bright lights and immaculate display that we usually see, what greets us now is a dim ambience, accentuated by a mess of papers all over the desk and the floor. We can see somebody who can only be presumed to be Austin sitting at the desk, but with the back turned towards the line of sight. Seconds later though, we hear the chair creek as it spins around revealing General Manager Starr, as he is inaudibly mumbling to a porcelain mask, quite similar to the one always worn by Alex Kendall’s associate in Caitlin Callihan. Even though the shot moves in closer, we can only catch bits and pieces of what Austin is mumbling.

General Manager Starr: ……….underestimated you………..haunts me every day………….can’t get you out of my mind…………….going ma-

We see General Manager Starr look up as his office door is flung open and in walks the Intercontinental Champion in Jacob Senn.

“The Saviour” Jacob Senn: Why are the lights off?

Senn looks over and then flips on the lights to the office. We immediately see General Manager Starr look up from the mask and glare towards the champ as Senn walks closer to Austin’s desk and sits down.

“The Saviour” Jacob Senn: Look Austin, you’ve been dicking me around for the past two weeks. I want to know what concessions you’ve decided to give me. No more jerking the chain, it’s time to spill the beans. What do I get?

We see Austin pause for what seems like forever, before finally speaking.

General Manager Starr: What do you get? What do you get? Am I hearing you correctly Jacob? You’re in my office demanding to know what extra perks I am going to give you for a job that you should be thankful you even have. Here is a news flash Jacob, you should be damn grateful that you are in the spot that you are in. There are twenty men waiting in line who would literally sell their own mothers down the river just for the chance to have what you have, and be in the spot that you are in right now. Who in the hell do you think you are? What makes you any more special than them Jacob? You win one match, you win one championship and now you think you are in a position to make demands. You think that you can threaten me with leaving for that sink hole Smackdown and that will somehow influence me to give you what you want.

Pfft.

Here is some more news for you Jacob, you are contractually bound to defend the Intercontinental Title at Wrestlemania II against McIntyre. So if you want to float around in obscurity on Smackdown, getting sacrificed to Valentino’s warped sense of entertainment; then go right ahead. Because no matter what happens Jacob, you will still work for me either way, you will still perform for me on Raw if I choose to book you.

We can see Austin start to tremble now as he stands up. He looks down at the mask still in his hand, and then looks over towards Jacob Senn. Looking down at the mask one more time, we see Austin slam it onto the floor and hear it break with a forceful crack.

General Manager Starr: To answer your question Jacob. You get nothing, absolutely nothing. Now leave my office.

We see Austin sit back down while a fuming Jacob takes a step towards him. Perhaps realizing this may happen, we see Austin push a button on his desk before turning his chair away from Jacob. In a mere matter of seconds, we see three large men wearing dark shirts enter the room. A now visibly fuming Jacob Senn looks back at the security team and then towards Austin. Deciding that he doesn’t want any trouble, we see Jacob turn and push his way past the security as he leaves. Once Jacob is completely gone, the security leaves and the shot goes back to Austin who is still sitting down at his desk with his back turned.

General Manager Starr: The time has finally come……

We then see Austin stand up and abruptly leave his office. What could he mean? I guess we’re gonna have to wait and find out. The shot then fades to dark and goes back to ringside.

Match 1: Mr. Swag-A-Licious vs. Professor of Thuganomics
(Rap Battle)

In the ring we see Professor of Thuganomics and Swag-A-Licious and both are being boo’d and cheer’d. Both holding microphones. The announcer begins to speak.

Announcer: This is Thy WWE’s very first rap battle. On my right is non other that P.O.T!!!!!!!! And on my left, is opponent…Swag-A-Licious!!!!!!! P.O.T will go first and then the fans will react, Swag-A will go next and the one with more cheers win.

P.O.T smiles and walks into the middle of the ring as a nice beat begins to play.

P.O.T: Lets pretend this never happened,
That I never wanted to be a rapper,
That I never wrote rhymes in all my classes.
Lets pretend,
POT never picked up a pen,
Pretend he had no motivation,
That he sat outside all day and played with his friends,
He thought no point in trying cause theres no way you win.
He never dreamed of performing in MSG and didnt give a shit,
He didnt go for it he just wished it!!!!

The fans cheer semi loud as POT smiles and nods his head. POT walks back into his corner as Swag-A-Licious steps up as a different beat begins.

Swag-A-Licious: Girls be all over my nuts cuz they say they Nutrious
Be careful whe shit hits the fan
Or when it hits your Pants
Cuz it's game over when you get hit with that Swag Dance
hit...hit....ha...ha..hit with that Swag Dance
Can't fuck with the Swag... cuz I'm wearing...wa...wa..Wearing them BROWN PANTS

Class in session Swag here to Teach
Borrow deep inside you with my 11 inch Reach
ra....ra.....reach..... ya DIGS....
Swag is that number one NIGS.......
Mise as well jump BOAT
becaus you can't sink the swag
cuz my DICK can ...fla...fla...FLOAT!!

P.O.T shakes his head and laughs but the fans actually liked it. They cheered, not as loud as they did for POT but they cheered. Swag-A cocks a smirk and winks at POT. That must’ve hit that certain spot and POT cracked and went after Swag-A. He kicked him in the stomach and irish whipped him into the ropes. Swag-A came back and POT sets him up for a FU. POT connects with it and leaves the ring. POT cocks a smirk as the show fades to black.

Match 2: Drew McIntyre vs. Randy Orton
(If McIntyre wins, he gets to pick the stipulation for his title match at the PPV)

We come back from a commercial break to see Randy Orton standing in the ring. People who don't show up for championship matches apparently don't get televised entrances.

Don Chuckles: Here is Randy Orton! Last time we heard from him, he was busy skipping out on a world title match!

Phil Latio: Yeah, instead of facing Sheamus he was busy having dinner with his family.....



Drew McIntyre's theme song hits, and he walks out to a mixed reaction. He poses for the crowd, holding up Jacob Senn's Intercontinental Championship belt. With an arrogant smirk on his face, he struts down to the ring.

Ring Announcer: From Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at 256 pounds...The Chosen One....Drewww, McIntyre!

McIntyre slides into the ring and poses again with the belt, before turning his sights on Randy Orton. He looks him up and down and snorts in disgust. The referee tells the men to go into their corners, but Drew shrugs, hauling off and punching Orton square in the nose, and the referee calls for the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!

McIntyre continues his assualt, laying into Randy Orton with vicious punch after punch until Orton is against the ropes. McIntyre whips him to the other side, and Orton comes bouncing off the ropes, only to get nailed with a dropkick by Drew. Again Drew whips him to the ropes, and drives his big boot right into Orton's face, crushing his nose. McIntyre walks in a circle around Orton, taunting and mocking him. The camera pans in on Orton's face, and his nose appears to be broken, blood flowing freely.

Don Chuckles: This is getting really ugly, really quick Phil

Phil Latio: This doesn't bode well for the Viper...

McIntyre waits for Orton to rise, grabs him around the midsection, and plants him with a belly to belly suplex, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. McIntyre picks Orton up and lays him against the ropes. He runs forward and hits a stiff clothesline that sends Orton tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring. Drew quickly follows him, and rolls him over on his stomach. Drew locks in a crossface submission, appyling pressure against the broken nose as Orton screams in pain, and Drew merely grins sadistically.

Don Chuckles: Someone has to stop this....

Phil Latio: I agree, the referee just needs to call for the bell and end the match before he gets seriously hurt.

He releases the hold and rolls Orton into the ring. McIntyre rolls in shortly after posing to the crowd once again. He picks up Randy Orton and hits him with the Scot Drop, a reverse STO, and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Just as the referees hand is coming down for the three count, Drew grabs Orton by the hair and lifts his shoulder off the mat, laughing. He picks Orton up once again, and motions to the crowd that the end is near. He hits the Future Shock DDT at a high angle that looks like it could have damanged Orton's neck. He makes the cover once again.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Again Drew lifts Orton off the mat.

Don Chuckles: Hey, I know Orton doesn't have any heart, and is a flaky competitor, but this is just going too far....

Phil Latio: I don't know what to say, this is just disturbing.

The crowd at this point has gone dead silent, in shock of what they are witnessing. Drew stands up and stomps on the ankle and knees of Orton, who clutches them in agony. Drew grabs his legs, and steps trhough, for what appears to be a sharpshooter. He crosses the ankles, and turns Orton around. While applying a sharpshooter, Drew grabs the ankle and twists further than it is meant to go.

Don Chuckles: What in the hell is that? It looks like a sharpshooter with an ankle lock! That looks incredibly painful!

Phil Latio: This is called the Highlander Don, and what a devastating submission hold it is! Look at the sick angle that his body is contorted.

Drew wrenches the hold, and Orton immediately taps out, and the referee finally calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

Drew does not immediately release the hold as Orton screams out in pain, and screams something about "Samantha", his wife, or ex wife, or something nobody cares about. Drew continues to laugh as he holds the submission for a good ten seconds after the bell, until three referees come down to the ring and manage to get Drew off of Orton.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner....Drew McIntyre!!

Drew grabs the Intercontinental belt and hold it high as his music is played, and then heads to the back, a smile plastered across his features.

Don Chuckles: A disturbing sight indeed....

Phil Latio: Drew McIntyre means business, and he comes to wrestle. If you don't bring your A game against this man....this is what happens.

Orton stands up in the ring and looks dejected as we see the dark shirt wearing men from earlier return once again. The face of General Manager Starr appears on the big screen once again, and he does not look at all pleased.

General Manager Starr: I am going to get right to the point Mr. Orton. I grow tired of you begging me to book you on my show, and then you deciding that you don’t need to perform at your highest level. So effective immediately, your services will no longer be welcomed here. Your contract has been terminated, effective immediately. Now get the garbage out of my building. I don’t ever wanna see him again.

We see Orton stand his ground in the ring, but the moment the security team swarms the ring, he realizes that he would just get beaten down if he tried to fight. So we see Orton allow himself to be apprehended by the security team as they escort him from the ring and through the back of the arena. Right before we get to the exit, we see the Thy WWE World Champion Sheamus emerge from the shadows, smiling at the sight in front of him. Sheamus steps in front of the security and comes face to face with Orton, who is too dejected to even look Sheamus in the eye.

Sheamus: Ay fella, I always told you that you were never in my league. And this proves it, good riddance boy.

The champ then steps aside as the security team opens the door and forcibly throws Randy Orton out of the arena, hopefully to be never seen again.

Match 3: The Undertaker vs Shawn Michaels

As Raw returns from commercial,the camera can be seen on the announce table where Raw announcers Phil Latio and Don Chuckles can be seen talking.

Phil:Ladies and gentlemen,in the next match we shall witness Thy WWE's phenom The Undertaker go one on one with "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels who will be making his debut.

Don:HBK surely isn't the luckiest man on the planet.

Phil:He sure isn't having to face someone like The Undertaker in his debut.

Steve Cruise:Ladies and gentlemen,approaching the ring from San Antonio,Texas weighing and 225 pounds,he is "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels!

As the camera moves back to the ring,HBK can already be seen in the ring with a serious look on his face as a few feint cheers can be heard in the arena.As HBK's music stops,"Rest in Peace" by Jim Johnston immediately hits the arena as the crowd lets out a huge pop.The lights go out and the camera moves to the entrance ramp where The Undertaker can be seen coming out from behind the curtain wearing his black outlaw jacket and cowboy hat.The druids can be seen at the sides of the ramp in their black hooded robe holding up their flaming torches.Creating a mystical yet unholy environment in the entire arena.

Steve Cruise:And his opponent,hailing from Death Valley,weighing at 299 pounds,he is Thy WWE's phenom,The Undertaker!

The Undertaker slowly starts walking down the ramp as HBK can be seen ringside still looking as confident as always.The Undertaker slowly makes his way to the steel steps and walks up them.He stands at the corner for some time as usual and takes off his hat.Fog covers the entire ring as The Undertaker enters the ring and stands in the center of the ring.He takes off his jacket and hands it over to the ring announcer who returns to ringside.As both men stand at two corners,the ref signals for the bell.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Phil:And this match is underway!

The two men circle each other for sometime and then finally lock up in the center of the ring.Taking the weight advantage,The Undertaker easily overpowers Shawn and pushes him into the nearest turnbuckle.The Undertaker quickly hits HBK with some lefties and righties and ends the string with a massive clothesline as HBK falls to a seated position in the turnbuckle.

The Undertaker once again moves to the center of the ring as if he is giving HBK time to get up,but suddenly,he runs towards the seated HBK and drives his knee into his skull.

Don:Huge move from the Undertaker as he gets the initiative.

Phil:HBK looks a bit drunk,do you know if anything happened to him Don?

Don:Come on,we should be grateful that he's in a wrestling ring instead of retirement home,the guy's 46!

The Undertaker gets HBK to his feet and sends him crashing into the opposite turnbuckle with a massive irish whip.The Undertaker once again runs towards the turnbuckle and tramples HBK with another clothesline as HBK falls to his feet.The Undertaker pulls the grounded HBK to the center of the ring before getting him to his feet.The Undertaker loads HBK on his shoulder and runs towards the turnbuckle and drops him face burst on it.As HBK turns around,The Undertaker twists his arm and goes up to the top turnbuckle.

Don:Looks like The Undertaker is going for old school.

Suddenly,HBK pulls The Undertaker by the arm as The Undertaker hits the mat hard.Shawn quickly bounces off the ropes and hits him with a leg drop without wasting any time.He gets HBK to his feet and goes for a belly to belly suplex.But however,fails to do so because of the Undertaker's weight advantage as The Phenom hits HBK with a belly to belly suplex of his own.

Phil:As I said he's drunk.Trying to hit the Undertaker with a move like that with his size is nothing short of stupidity.

The Undertaker takes a look at the grounded HBK before bouncing of the ropes and connecting with a massive leg drop as he goes for the cover.The referee starts counting.........

1........
2....No!Kickout by Shawn!

Don:HBK is taking quite the beating here.

Looking frustrated,the Undertaker gets HBK to his feet and grabs him by the throat.He performs a cut-throat before lifting him up and slamming him into the ground with a huge chokeslam.The Undertaker gets HBK to his feet and hits him with a tombstone piledriver and immediately covers him as the ref starts counting........

1.........
2.........
3!

The ref quickly signals for the bell as The Undertaker gets to his feet and the referee raises his arm.

Match 4: Angel (Mark Greenburg) vs. Stalker KnighT

Both men would lock up in the center of the ring and they started off strong as Mark would catch Knight off guard with an arm drag. But Knight was back to his feet and quickly grabbed Mark into a bear hug but the size difference was seen as Mark merely hit a few elbows into Knight. Markt would grab Knight’s arm whipping Knight into the corner. Mark charged in with a spear but Knight had moved as Mark would run shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Mark held his shoulder as he turned around to find Knight running at him and jumping into a Head Scissors.

Mark was tossed to the side as Knight came over to his downed body and out of nowhere Knight would go for the standing 450 splash but Mark brought his knees up as Knight’s chest was connected by the knees. Knight fell off to the corner holding his midsection and Mark got back up to his feet. Mark would lock in the Sharpshooter on Knight pulling back on the move to get Knight to tap out. Knight would reach for the ropes and with only being an inch from them his hand grabbed the bottom rope. The referee made Mark break the hold. Mark would bring Knight to his feet looking at him Mark would hit a quick DDT putting Knight back to the mat again, with the move hit Mark would go for a cover.

1...

2..Kickout!

Mark would pick up Knight but Knight came back with a quick gut kick and then slipped behind Mark. Knight would lock on the abdominal Stretch. Pulling back on the arm to stretch out Mark’s back the referee looked to Mark asking if he wanted to give up, Mark shook his head not wanting to give up. After about a minute Mark would begin to power his way out of the hold. He turned Knight around and whipped him into the ropes. Mark moved running and bouncing off the other side of the ropes and came back at Knight with a running big boot.

Mark connected knocking Knight down to his feet. Mark would pick Knight up and taunted with a thumb across his throat signaling for a finish. Mark picked up Knight and hit the Angel Slam (chokeslam) dropping Knight hard to the mat. That’s when Mark would go down for the cover and the referee began to count.

1…

2…

3…

Mark has won the match putting away Stalker Knight. The referee raised Mark’s hand in victory.

Announcer: “Here is your winner Angel, Mark Greenburg!”

Match 5: "The Saviour" Jacob Senn vs. Xavier Oden
(Non Title)

We can see Oden on his way to the ring, getting ready for this all important match. But as he turns a corner he runs right into a grinning Dominic Reynolds. Oden however, doesn’t show the slightest bit of fear or intimidation as he stares Reynolds down.

Xavier Oden: Did you take too many blows to the head Reynolds? Did you not hear me two weeks ago in Starr’s office? You won’t do a damn thing Reynolds, because you know that I will beat your ass just like I did at Attrition. Maybe you need to go spend a few more hours crying at your daddy’s bed Reynolds, telling him how much you suck and how bad of a failure you are.

We see Reynolds continue to smirk as Oden berates him some more.

Xavier Oden: God, how ashamed of you would he be if he seen how embarrassing you are Reynolds. Pathetic, just pathetic-

Reynolds then smacks Oden hard across the face and Oden immediately comes back and he and Reynolds start to brawl in the backstage area. Neither man really has an advantage; it just looks more frustration and anger boiling over. As security and arena staff swarm, we see Reynolds display some wrestling skill as he takes Oden down to the ground. In the ensuing melee, the camera gets knocked down and the shot goes to ringside.

Don Chuckles: Ladies and gentleman, I’m getting word right now that this match will still continue. But with a replacement opponent for our Intercontinental Champion, who could it be Phil?

We see Jacob Senn come out first as his music blasts loud over the speakers. Once he gets inside of the ring, he takes off his title and hands it to the referee. He then looks to the top of the stage, and it only takes a few seconds before we hear the Captain's theme music blasting over the sound system, and he sweeps aside the curtains. He unsheathes the cutlass at his side, and points it at Jacob Senn, slicing twice diagonally into the air, as he mouths..."X marks the spot"

Captain Creambeard vs. “The Saviour” Jacob Senn

Don Chuckles: Really?

Phil Latio: The replacement to face the Intercontinental champion is Captain Creambeard?

Don Chuckles: What a joke, well folks looks like this will be a short match...

The crowd begins to take up a chant

Creambeard! Creambeard! Creambeard! Creambeard! Creambeard!

Phil Latio: And listen to these fans, you've got to be kidding me.....

Captain Creambeard sheathes his sword and begins to dance and gyrate his hips on stage, and then proceeds to walk down the ramp. Jacob Senn sits there laughing at his opponent for the evening, shaking his head in disbelief. Creambeard slides into the ring, and the referee signals for the bell after Creambeard hands over his sword, and is placed at ringside.

DING DING DING!!

The two competitors meet in the center of the ring and immediately lock up, with Senn taking early control with a side headlock. Creambeard pushes him forward to the ropes, and Senn comes bouncing back at him, hitting a clothesline, dropping Creambeard. The Captain bounces back up, and they engage again, but Creambeard drives forward, muscling him to the corner. Senn drops his shoulder, and sweeps Creambeard's legs out from underneath him, and then puts Creambeards ankles underneath his armpits. He falls backwards, catapulting Creambeard to the turnbuckle, but Creambeard leaps, and perches himself on the top ropes. Senn turns around as Creambeard leaps backwards with a moonsault, catching Jacob by surprise, falling ontop of him and immediately covering for the pin.

1....

2....

Kickout!

Senn kicks out forcefully and scrambles to his feet, and the two opponents share a look, Senn's one of shock and anger. The Captain begins to advance towards Senn, who takes one step back then leaps into the air as Creambeard closes it, catching him around the neck with his legs, and flipping him backwards and over with a hurricanrana. Creambeard gets back to his feet, charges in, and Senn immediately uses his momentum to hip toss the older man to the mat, followed immediately by an armbar as he goes to his knees to lock it in. Creambeard works his way to his feet, and elbows Senn in the ribs three times to loosen the hold. He t hen hauls off and slaps Jacob Senn right in the face. Jacob Senn glares at him angrily, and the Captain turns around, and runs about two paces. Jacob quickly gives chase, but out of nowhere Creambeard whips back around, sidesteps, grabs Jacob by the arm and takes him down, locking in a reverse armbar. He wrenches the hold as Jacob grits his teeth in pain.

Don Chuckles: That was actually a very crafty, intelligent move, way to lure him in

Phil Latio: I have to admit this is very surprising...I thought our champion would mop the ring with this guy....

Jacob manages to reach the ropes, but Creambeard does not relinquish the hold, and the referee starts the five count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Fi-

The Captain lets go at the last possible moment, utilizing the five count to its fullest. Creambeard brings Senn to his feet, and twists his arm around in a hammerlock. Senn reaches up with an arm and snapmares Creambeard to the mat, and applies a chinlock. The Captain gets to his feet, and grabs Jacob's legs, carrying him on his back. He turns around and runs backwards right into the turnbuckle, temporarily taking the wind from Senn. Creambeard unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts until Senn is in a seated position in the corner. The Captain begins to dance for the crowd and they cheer loudly for him. Senn comes up from behind him and rolls him up in a school boy pin.

1....

2....

Kickout!

Both men are on their feet and Senn knees the man in the gut. Grabbing him by the head, he runs forward and leaps into the air, planting Creambeard with a high impact running bulldog. As Creambeard starts to get to his feet, Senn runs to the ropes, and springboards off the top rope, jumping back and nailing Creambeard in the head with a springboard flash kick. He rolls him up for the cover but gets a two count. As Creambeard gets to his feet, Senn leaps into the air and nails him with a dropkick, sending him crashing to the mat. Jacob goes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope and does his pose to the crowd. He leaps off with a picture perfect swanton bomb, the move he calls the Revelation, but nobody is home as the Captain rolls out of the way. Both men lie on the mat, catching their breath. Both men slowly get to their feet, and Senn immediately drops Creambeard with a DDT. He climbs over to the top rope again, signalling for the Revelation. Creambeard springs to his feet, runs to the corner, and punches Jacob in the gut. He climbs the ropes, and begins to gyrate his hips into Senn's face, and gives him a hurricanrana off the top rope.

Don Chuckles: I am now being informed that he calls this move the Creamrana

Phil Latio: What?

The Captain immediately goes for a cover, but Senn kicks out at two. Creambeard drags Jacob to his feet, and grabs him by the arm. He pulls Senn forward as he thrusts his shoulder forward, repeating the shoulder thrusts multiple times. Still holding onto the arm, he rotates his body, and brings Senn's arm down hard on his shoulder. Senn falls to the mat clutching at his arm. Senn gets to his feet and leans against the ropes. The Captain runs towards him and hits a jumping yakuza kick, sending him tumbling out of the ring. Senn gets to his feet on wobbily knees. The Captain grabs the ropes and jumps onto them, turning 180 degrees as he lands. He then springboards off, leaping backwards with a beautiful moonsault, but Senn moves out of the way as the Captain lands hard. Senn slides into the ring and the referee begins the ten count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

The Captain begins to stir

Five!

Six!

He grabs the guard rail and struggles to a standing position

Seven!

Eight!

Creambeard runs forward and slides into the ring, getting to his feet, but is planted as soon as he stands by a devastating spear that nearly shook the ring from Senn. He covers the Captain, who manages to get his foot on the bottom rope at two. Senn brings Creambeard to his feet and whips him to the ropes. As Creambeard comes off the rebound, Senn hits a spinning roundhouse kick that catches Creambeard right on the jaw, and he staggers backwards. Senn runs forward and hits a spinning reverse neckbreaker on Creambeard, and he crumbles to the mat. Senn makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-kickout!

Don Chuckles: Oh I thought he had him!

Phil Latio: Just a matter of time before the champion puts him away Don....

Senn picks up the Captain and leaps into the air to nail a facebuster, but the Captain grabs him by the legs and powerbombs him straight down. Senn gets immediately to his feet, and swings at the Captain, who ducks, slips behind him, and hits a german suplex. Senn again gets to his feet, but the Captain grabs him around the midsection, and hits a northern lights suplex, bridging over into the pin, but Senn kicks out in a near fall. The resiliant champion gets up again, and runs at Creambeard, who again sidesteps, taking him down to the mat, locking in the reverse armbar again, but Senn rolls over through the submission, pinning Creambeard, though Senn's expression is one of pain as his limb is still being wrenched.

One!

Two!

Two 1/2!

Kickout!

Both men scramble to their feet, and Creambeard leaps into the air near Senn's shoulders, and rotates his body, locking his legs around his shoulder joint, and then hanging upside side, pulling on the arm.

Don Chuckles: The Keelhaul! The Captain has locked in the Keelhaul!

Phil Latio: Will the champion tap?!

Senn yells out in agony, stuck in the position, knowing if he falls down that he will be trapped and unable to escape. The referee asks him if he wants to quit, and he grits his teeth and shakes his head. Somehow he manages to grab the ropes as Creambeard hangs from his arm. Creambeard again uses the five count until the last possible second, and releases the hold. Creambeard rolls up to a standing position. Creambeard runs forward and swings, but Senn ducks and grabs the Captain from behind. The Captain breaks free and leaps up and brings his leg back, nailing Senn in the head with the Cutlass kick. Senn staggers backwards, dazed. Creambeard approaches him again, but Senn hits the Judgement out of no where!

Don Chuckles The Judgement! Its all over now!

Phil Latio: Pin him!

Senn and Creambeard fall to the mat, both spent and exhausted, and reeling from the kicks. The referee begins the ten count.

1....

2.....

3.....

Senn grabs a hold of the ropes, trying to get to his feet

4......

5......

Senn manages to get to his feet, as the Captain is only now grabbing the ropes

6.......

7.......

Creambeard manages to pull himself up, and Senn charges Creambeard. Creambeard rolls out of harms way, ducks lock, and rolls up Senn in a pin, and he grabs the tights. The referee makes the count

Don Chuckles: Hes got the tights!

1.....

2.....

Senn kicks and wiggles, but the extra leverage from holding the tights stalls him just long enough

3!!

Senn kicks out right after the three count, but the bell sounds off

DING DING DING!!

The Captain rolls out of the ring as Senn argues with the referee

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner....Captain Creambeard!

Phil Latio: He had the goddamn tights! This is an outrage!

Don Chuckles: Unfortunately the referee did not see it, and Captain Creambeard steals a victory

Phil Latio: Dirty pirates.....I hate them all. Senn got screwed!

Creambeard works his way to the top of the stage, dancing one last time for the fans, before heading to the back.



All of a sudden, Drew McIntyre's theme music is heard. McIntyre swaggers out to the stage, a smirk on his face and a microphone in hand.

Drew McIntyre: Well Mr. Senn it looks like you failed to save yourself once again. As per the stipulation of the match that General Manager Austin Starr set forth, I get to name your opponent for next week. I do hereby officially decree that your opponent shall be.....

McIntyre pauses for the purpose of building suspense

Drew McIntyre: None other than Alex Kendall! Have fun laddie....

Drew drops the microphone and poses for the crowd, who by now are erupting in excitement in anticipation of next week's match.

Don Chuckles: Jesus, Phil! Senn vs Kendall next week right here on Raw!

Phil Latio: It looks like the champion will have his hands full, but he gets a shot at the SCW title in the process, this should be interesting!

Main Event: Triple H vs. Christian Knight

Phil Latio: I'm excited for this one Don, it should be a great match

Don Chuckles: Both competitor's are in the ring, and the match is about to get underway-

All of a sudden, Sheamus' theme song hits and the crowd immediately begins to boo. He makes his way down to the ring in normal fashion, the Undisputed championship belt strapped around his waist.

Don Chuckles: What is this all about?

Phil Latio: I guess we are about to find out

Sheamus, instead of entering the ring, walks around and approaches the commentary table. Triple H glares down at Sheamus, pointing at him and mouthing something. Sheamus stops and exchanges a few words, then smirks, and continues to the table. He takes a seat and puts on a set of headphones.

Don Chuckles: What are you doing out here?

Sheamus: Well I thought I'd get a front row seat to observe my competition for Wrestlemania fella

Phil Latio: Good to have you Sheamus

Don Chuckles rolls his eyes and the referee signals to the timekeeper's table.

DING DING DING!!

The two wrestlers meet in the center of the ring, staring eachother down and exchanging heated words. Christian Knight shoves Triple H hard in the chest, causing him to take a step back. The Game comes forward with a hard right hand, and pushes him into the corner. Triple H nails Knight in the corner a few times, before Knight grabs him and switches positions, laying into Triple H with a few good shots of his own. The referee breaks them apart and they reset in the middle of the ring, where they lock up. Triple H breaks the hold and steps back, kicking Knight in the gut, following up with an overhand punch to the skull, causing Christian to temporarily go to a knee before rising again. Triple H again delivers a powerful right hand, sending Knight into the corner once more. He grabs a hold of the ropes for leverage and begins to stomp Knight. As The Game goes for another stomp Knight grabs leg, sweeping the other one and Triple H falls to the mat. Knight, holding onto the leg, drags Triple H to the center of the ring, before dropping an elbow onto the knee.

Knight brings the Game to his feet, and Triple H immediately fires a right hand, but Knight ducks, gets behind Triple H grabs him around the waist, to attempt a german suplex. Triple H fires an elbow back and smacks Knight in the face twice. He goes for a third strike to loosen the hold, but Knight simply ducks, as the two are now face to face, the Game still held around the waist. Christian Knight drops his shoulder, taking Triple H to the mat with a double leg takedown. Still holding the legs, he falls backwards, catapulting Triple H face first into the turnbuckle. Triple H bounces off the turnbuckle as Knight runs to the ropes. Triple H staggers near the ropes, as Christian Knight comes running off the ropes, then leaping into the air, dropkicking Triple H over the top rope.

Christian Knight follows him outside the ring, and goes to pick Triple H up, but gets punched in the abdomen. Triple H, wasting no time, irish whips Knight towards the steep steps, but the move is reversed, and instead Triple H goes crashing hard into the steps. Triple H is picked up and gets rolled back into the ring. Knight gets in the ring, as Triple H gets to his feet. As Knight approaches Triple H lifts him into the air, turns 180 degrees, and drops him with a double A spinebuster. He grabs Knight, leading him up to his feet, and grabs the arm. With a tremendous amount of force that causes Triple H to fall over, he sends Christian Knight sternum first into the corner, which he bounces off of and crumples onto the mat. Triple H makes the cover.

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Don Chuckles: A great main event we are having so far

Phil Latio: I agree, alot of back and forth action. What do you think Sheamus?

Sheamus: Well I'll tell you fella, Triple H is one hell of a competitor, and I respect his in ring ability, and look forward to one hell of a match at Wrestlemania. But you have to hand it to this Christian Knight kid, hes tough, and definitely not one to be taken lightly.

Christian Knight grabs Triple H by the hair and brings him to his feet. The Game grabs Knight and goes to irish whip him to the ropes, but Knight reverses. Instead of whipping him, he holds on, and delivers a thunderous lariat to Triple H. He follows Triple H to the mat, going to a knee, and locking in an armbar. Triple H works his way to his feet, and elbows Knight in the ribs a few times until he is doubled over. Triple H then drops Christian with a quick, but still DDT, immediately hooking the leg for the pin. Christian Knight kicks out at two, and both men get to their feet. Triple H is thrown to the ropes, and coming off the rebound Triple H leaps into the air, smashing Knight hard in the face with a high knee. He drags Knight to his feet, grabs him around the head, and takes him to the mat with a headlock takedown. He wrenches in the hold for a few seconds, before Knight brings his legs up to get Triple H in a head scissors hold. Triple H gives up his headlock to be able to extract himself from the headscissors, and both men are on their feet once again. Triple H nails Knight with a hard right, but Knight comes back with one of his own, and they exchange a few punches. Knight staggers back, bounces off the ropes and hammers Triple H with a shot. Triple H does the same, delivering an even harder shot. Knight also repeats it again, determined to get a "one up" on Triple H, but as he approaches Triple H grabs his head and jumps, driving his face onto his knee as he comes back down.

Don Chuckles: Vintage Triple H right there!

Phil Latio: A close matchup so far, these guys are putting on a clinic.

Triple H spins Christian Knight around and locks in an abdominal stretch, and Knight grits his teeth in pain, and with a sudden burst of raw energy, he untangles his leg, and hip tosses Triple H to the mat. Triple H gets back up immediately and swings, but Knight slips behind him, grabs him, and hits a german suplex. He doesn't release the grip, however, and brings him up for another one, and connects. Again, he brings him up to deliver a third, in a Benoit-esque moment, and pulls it off. He goes for the cover.

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Not allowing him to get up, Knight locks in a headlock, but Triple H manages to work his way to his feet. He lifts Knight up into the air and drops him with a back body drop. Both men lie on the mat to catch their breath. They both get to their feet halfway through the ten count. Triple H runs forward with a clothesline, but Knight gets to his feet, and gets nailed with another. Knight gets to his feet again, a little slower this time, as the Game runs forward and hits a swinging neckbreaker on his opponent. Triple H brings Knight to his feet, but Knight grabs the Game and tosses him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. As Triple H rises, Knight goes for The Crossover, but Triple H reverses, kicks him in the gut, hooks the arms, and drops him with a pedigree, and makes the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Don Chuckles: A good match here Phil, both men putting forth a great effort.

Phil Latio: Can't take anything away from either competitor, but in the end the King of Kings prevailed.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner....Triiiple...H!

The Game's music plays and his arm is raised in the air. Sheamus takes off the headset, and stands at ringside, giving a slow applause for Triple H. Triple H looks down at Sheamus, pointing at him, and mouthing something. The words were not heard, but his intent was clear as he signalled around his waist, that he would be the next Undisputed Champion. Raw goes off the air as the Wrestlemania opponents stare eachother down.

Don Chuckles: Thanks for tuning into Monday Night Raw, we'll see you next week folks! [/center]

[Sheamus]

For Ring Announcer, Commentator 2, and the rest of
HVW, thanks and good night."

Wtf?

Also wondering, who is "Cent" and "Daniels"? Code names for Christian Knight and Triple H? This is the second time I've seen HVW mentioned in the match results. The first time, Sheamus was in a match awhile back and a referee pointed to an HVW logo on his unform. Sheamus also performed a spinning heel kick in the match, wtf? Whoever wrote the main event, stop taking results from other feds, and just replacing names please.

Found it from Raw 52

"Sheamus explodes out of the corner with a spinning heel kick"

"who simply points to the HVW logo on his referee's shirt, as Sheamus is choking and gasping for breath on the canvas."

Well I just figured out who it is, but I'll speak to them personally and privately when I see them on the cbox. Seriously, two main events this has happened in that I can remember. This is frustrating and unacceptable, even if it didn't happen to Johnny and I.

People like Mexi and Ken bust their asses to put out solid, quality work, and this is how they are repaid? You know, when people put in time and work hard on their RPs, and get a main event spot, they deserve more than something basically copy and pasted, and deserve something that actually makes sense. If you volunteer to write a match again, think about that please. Don't spit in their faces like this. Actually write the match, or don't even offer to help with the show.



Besides that mess, good show people

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Aw, goddamnit. That's my fault, I was meant to write a match for this and I forgot completely. Sorry.

[Triple H [T] -Mexi]

Honestly the Main Event has names that aren't even here and mentions another promotion. I think this should be fixed this is as Angel said is like someone spitting in my face. I don't rp to get some copied altered bs. I'm cool with the win of course but I want to read a match written brand new not a copy pasted crap.

-Mexi

[Dominic Reynolds]

Where did that new main event come from?

Wait?

Angel did it.

Thank her.

[Vince McMahon]

Ana wrote the main event. I really didn't read through it but next time I will. So, maybe he will explain this. Did Creambeard RP? And is that really fair, having whoever RP'd as Creambeard beat Senn when Senn did an awsome RP against a no show? Did Senn know about it? Austin PC what happened with that match. Overall though, good show guys.

[Christian Knight]

Here you go, I was bored so I wrote 3,360 words of Results. Here is a redo of Raw's Main event.

Main Event: Triple H vs. Christian Knight

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Phil Latio: Up next it’s Christian Knight Vs Triple H for our Main event here on Raw.

Don Chuckles: Both men have a something to prove here tonight. Both men here tonight want to prove them self. Knight wants to prove himself to Vince that he’s a top competitor, meanwhile Triple H wants to prove to our Raw GM Austin Starr that he deserves his shot at the title for Shameus that he already got.

“Motorhead” hits and blares out from the speakers as Triple H makes his way down the ramp with a bottle of water as usual, and then he drinks some of it as he walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. Triple H does his usual taunt and glugs down some water and spews it out. Then his music dies down as the crowd awaits the next competitor.

Phil Latio: Our first competitor Triple H as you can see has made it out to the ring. Right now we are waiting for our next interesting competitor Christian Knight, who I’m betting the young and uprising star will take the win on this one.

Don Chuckles: Seriously, may I remind you won and lost the IC champion in the same night. You actually think that a man who can’t hold onto a title for more then 5 minutes will win this match

Phil Latio: Well just have to wait and see like the rest of this crowd here at this sold out arena here at Raw to find out which one of us is right.

Christian Knights Music hits and out comes Christian Knight. Christian Knight also has a bottle of water. But it appears he has it to mock Triple H. He glugs down the water and stunts down the ramp in a half ass way that Triple H did it and more so in a Sacrastic Mocking way. Inside the ring Triple H glares back at him and stares him down as he makes his way to the ring and gets inside it Spewing out some water with the Triple H taunt that. The Referee then Calls for the bell

DING… DING… DING…

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Phil Latio: This match is now officially now underway. Let’s see what these competitors will show us tonight.

Don Chuckles: Now we will come to find out which one of is our right ladies and gentlemen.


Triple H starts it off by going for a clothesline but knight ducks the swinging forearm and kicks Triple H in back of the leg making him buckle down. Christian Knight starts hammering away at his leg with multiple kicks to his leg bringing him down for to bended knees. Christian Knight then jumps up and launches a two legged missle drop kick to his head, knocking him down face down on the mat. Knight takes advantage and stomps him some more as he delivers more kicks to the head of The Game and savagely increased the number of kicks and the rhythm of speed. The referee get in the way and tell Christian to back off. Knight looks at the referee with a snarled look on his face and spit on him.

Knight goes back to his downed opponent and picks him up and cocks his hand back and strikes him with his hand. He starts delivering powerful punch after punch much like a piston inside an engine. The dazed triple H continues to recieve punch after punch, but when for what seemed to be about the eighth punch Triple H grabbed that hand and pushed it back and toe kicked him in the gut. Christian Knight staggered backward holding his stomache in pain. Triple H took advantage of this and delivered a big clothesline that Christian Knight failed to dodge this time. It planted Knight straight on the hard mat with a sicking thud as Knight came with all two hundred and seventy pounds of flesh and bone crashing on the ground.

Triple H stalks his oppoinent like a Predator stalks his prey circling around him as he calculates his next stragetic move. The game goes and drops a knee the Christian Knilght’s face and then he drops a second knee and a third knee which is followed by a fourth knee to the face. Triple H then goes in and mounts Christian Knigh and starts pumpling fist after fist in the face of Christian Knight much like the same punishment that he himself received from knight not long ago in this punishing match. Triple H then picks up Christian and shoves him into a turnbuckle. He backs up and does a running shoulder thrust smashing into Christian. He repeats the shoulder thrust in an attempt to wear him down some more. As Triple H goes for a fourth Should thrust Christian Knight lifts up his leg and kicks him square in the mouth making Triple H spin around and skirm in pain.

Christian Quickly capitalizes on this and does a running face plant thrusting his body weight forward and sending him self and the game in a forward fluent motion smashing Triple H’s face into the Hard Mat. Christian quickly scrables back to his feet and finds the nearest turnbuckle which happens to be the one in the North East corner and climbs up the turnbuckle and waits. Triple H slowly starts to get back up again and as he gets to his feet looking around to find out where his opponent went to he turns around to find a nice surprised called the “Lights Out” as Christian Knight flys in the air twisting his body sideways sending both himself and hunter back down on the mat. Christian Knight rolls off of Triple H to catch his breath. Still gasping for breath and holding his side in pain he drags his hurt body towards Tripel H and reaches for his leg and raises it hoping for a three count. The Ref starts the three count.


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Don Chuckles: A great match between Knight and Hunter so far.

Phil Latio: These too are making great in ring chemistry…

Don Chuckles:: It’s The King vs the Knight in this great match up ladies and gentlemen

Phil Latio: That was cheesy.


Christian Knight looks down at his opponent at disbelief that he just kicked out of one of his signature moves. A sure victory that Christian thought he would have sealed but failed yet again. Christian Knight still not satisfied that he hadn’t dealt enough damage to his downed opponent decided to get up and start dealing out some more punishment to Triple H. He starts stomping his head again with his boot repeatedly and then goes in for some knee drops that Triple H delivered to him earlier. After about four knee drops Christian Knight mounts Triple H and starts punching him in the face over and over as if it was retribution for what Triple H did do him earlier on in the match when the same very exact thing happened to him.

Christian Knight slowly picks up Triple H, dragging his limp body up to punch him square in the face a couple of times. Christian Knight tossed him towards the ropes sending him back toward Christian Knight again and then he delivers a big boot to the face of Triple H sending his body falling back down to the mat again. Knight taking wasting no time rolls triple H again and signals for “Lights Out” again as he points towards the North East turnbuckle and goes towards it and climbs it again. He climbs it and sniffs the air as if the fragrance of victory seemed to dawn near for him. He lauched himself and twisted his body again but right before he could connect again Triple H rolled out the way but and Christian Knight came down in howling pain. Triple H slowly rose to his feet and grasp the ropes as he pulled himself up with a determined look on his face.

Triple H got himself to his face and starting staggering around the ring gasping for breath trying to catch a breather and gain some momentum back. As he circled around the ring he waited for Knight. Christian held his body in pain and reached for the bottom rope trying to pull himself up, and muttering to himself. “Damn it get up”… “Get Up damn you”…. Triple H heard those words and smiled as Christian Knight reached for the second rope pulling himself up some more, he then reached for the third rope as this time we could hear Triple H mutter some words back to Knight “Yes that’s right get up’…. Knight get’s fully up and turns around and is greeting by a surprise kick to the stomache and pulls his head in between his knees lifting first the right arm and then the left arm and jumps backwards crashes Knights face into the Canvas for “The Pedigree”.

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Christian Knight barely turns over to kickout as the referee slaps the mat for the third time nearly resulting in a failure on Knight’s behalf.


Phil Latio: Holy mother…. Excuse my language… but wow, both these competitors putting on a great match.

Don Chuckles: You can just feel the determination behind the man that is Christian Knight. Both man evenly match so far.

Phil Latio: Don Chuckles is obviously a Christian Knight fan ladies and gentleman. Knight a great competitor but Triple H has been here a long time, it will take a lot more then just determination to beat The Game.


Triple H stares at the his opponent Christian Knight is shocked and confused look of disbelief. He grabs his head and shakes his head back and forth as he mutters some unspeakable words under his breath. He goes back to the limp body that is in the middle of the ring and drags him back to his feet. Lifting him up Knight tries to claw at him and push him away but Triple H man powers him into the nearest turnbuckle. He lifts his hand and double hand power fists him in the head. He does this multiple times and picks he up and tosses him into the ropes and goes for a clothes line but to no avail Knight dodges again much like he did in the beginning of the match and Knight hits the rope but Triple H goes for the Clothesline again but to no avail again as knight does a home run slide underneath the forearm of The Game. Christian Knight spins around pouncing up and as Triple H bounces back for a third attempted clothesline Knight Missle drop kicks The Game back down on the mat agan.

Knight quickly takes advantage of this and circles around triple h and drags him to the center of the Ring and wraps his legs around Triple H’s neck and graps his right arm twisting it sideways and pulling it backward applying pressure to it in a move that he calls “The Crossover” Triple H cringes in pain as Christian Knight applies more and more pressure. Triple H Mutters some incoherent words to himself as the pressure is applied more making him choke now as he starts to grasp for breath even the legs around his neck tighten up and strangle ever ounce of breath that he tries to grasp for. Every fiber and ounce in Triple H’s body wants to give up as he drag his body towards his rope. The hold tightens even more and it takes every ounce of strength and perservernce to continue to drag himself closer and closer to those ropes of salvation. Barely Half an inch away Triple H’s finger tips graze the ropes as he stuggles to to cave into the pressure. Not allowing himself to succumb to what appeared to be the inevitable Triple H’s hand shaking about four inches from the deck with his finger tips grazing the ropes, digs deep down from the deep unknown and thrust himself forward with ever acking molecule grasping the rope and holding it signaling the end of the hold.

Phil Latio: You see Christian Knight isn’t the only one who is determined here tonight Don Chuckles.

Don Chuckles: But you have to admit that Knight almost had him. Just one more second in that hold and Triple H would have caved.

Christian Knight once again staring in dis belief that his opponent Triple H has once again managed to escape yet another one of his moves. Knight angered at this picks Triple H up and starts pounding him in the face fists first and decides to toss him into the turnbuckle but instead of hitting the turnbuckle he ends up crashing into the referee who happened to accidentally get into the way. The Ref crashes into the turnbuckle and tumbles outside of the ring landing on the hard pavement outside the ring. Triple H amazed the referee managed to get it the way went to charge Christian Knight but Christian Knight managed to sway out of the way as Triple H crashed into the turnbuckle. Christian Knight immediately started pumping Triple H with right and left hands. The pumbling continued but Triple H kicked Christian Knight in the face and sent him backwards spinning. Triple H started to climb the turnbuckle but just as he was about to launch an attack on Knight. Christian happened to turn around and run full speed straight up at Triple H climbing the turnbuckle and shoving Triple H backwards making him fall head first on the Steal steeps behind him before he landed on the pavement. The Game was laid out cold, but so was the referee… Christian Knight began yelling out number to the crowd

Christian Knight: One……two…..thre….

The crowd started to chant with Christian Knight as the down Triple H still laid their lifelessly... as Knight and the crowd continued to chant. Four…..five…..six……..the chants got louder….. seven….eight….nine…………..christian knight stared at Triple H and paused…… ten… Christian Knight turned around towards the titan tron and started yelling at the titan tron. He was yelling for another official to come out and declare him the winner of this match… mean while triple h was no longer motionless and slowly got up as Knight yelled at the Titan tron for someone to come out… meanwhile the fragile referee laid there out cold.. Triple H looked under the ring apron and pulled out the old famous Sledge hammer and the crowd started to get more wile. He then kissed the sledge hammer and rolled into the ring with it. Meanwhile Christian Knight was still yelling for someone to get out here, when he finally decided Knight was met with a sledge hammer to the face and went falling to the ground.

Triple H Smirked and took the sledge hammer and smashed it over and over again into his head. Triple H then put the sledge Hammer in the center of the ring and went towards Christian Knight with a sly look on his face and dragged the hurt Knight over and pulled him up to his feet and kicked him in the gut and got him in position for The Pedigree.. He delivered Knight face first onto the sledge hammer making Christian Knight spill out blood from his face and Triple H tossed the sledge hammer out of the ring. Meanwhile the ref was conscious again and got back into the ring Triple H rolled the bloodied Knight over and pulled his leg up for the pin fall. The Ref went for the pinfall..


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Winner – Triple H

Ding… Ding…. Ding…

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The referee signals for the bell to be rung and for the winner to be declared which was Triple H.

Don Chuckles: What the hell… we all know that Knight should have won that match fair and square… It should have been a count out.

Phil Latio: Well it doesn’t count Don Chuckles because clearly the referee in this match, the one that counts was out cold so it don’t count

Don Chuckles: And I supposed that using a sledge hammer don’t count either.

Phil Latio: Hey if the what the referee doesn’t know doesn’t hurt. It’s all fair game..


Meanwhile Triple H rolls out of the ring and goes towards the announcing table and grabs a microphone and heads back towards the ring. He then starts to speak directly into the microphone.

Triple H: Shameus……shameus…..shameus……Shameus…. Do you see what happened here… Do you…. Do you? Do you see what I can do, what I’m capable of.. You think your so high and might don’t you shameus. Look at the example of this highly acclaimed tropy that Austin Star puts so hightly up on a mantle. Do you see that shameus…. I destroyed him… I made an example of him. I will do the same to you when it comes to Wrestlemania and the sooner you get to know that the better. Shameus…. I’m not done yet… It take more then just being a champion to be the best here in this company. Any body can be the champion and claim to be the best. Well shamues… that theory will be tested. That claim that you like to make it will be shattered when it comes time for you to go one on one with me at Wrestlemania. If I were you I wouldn’t even come… I’d just forfeit the match, unless of course you want to end up like your friend here that Austin Starr like to display like some kind of Trophy. Well let me tell you both something. I mean if Christian Knight is so good then tell me Austin, how many matches has he won… pftt… Pot and Barton don’t count as a win. He lost to Jacob Senn, couldn’t hold onto a championship for more then 5 minutes, yet you claim to say he is a worthy challenger, not to mention what I just did to him just now. Not to forget about you Shameus but you can continue to underestimate me. But you can go ahead Shameus… hold onto whatever little shred of hope that you have of coming out of Wrestlemania the winner. Because come after wrestlemania. Talk is cheap….. Talk is over… It’s time for the celtic warrior’s era to come to an end and for The Game’s To begin. Mark My words Shameus…. YOUR NOT WALKING OUT OF WRESTLEMANIA WITH THAT BELT. IF YOU THINK THAT YOU WILL THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU..NOW WATCH.


Triple H turns around and looks at a struggling Christian Knight… who with ever fiber of his body starts to grab for the second rope to pull himself up. Triple H gets into his pose as he stalks his prey. Knight continues to put out every ounce of energy and struggles in the bloody mess that he is in and barely stands. Knight then slowly turns around and is greeted by a kick to the stomache and planted yet again with “The Pedigree”. Meanwhile Triple H Smirks as Knight lays there motionless.

*The Show then ends with the Thy WWE logo and the scene then goes to black*


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