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Post by Dominic Reynolds on Sept 12, 2011 17:00:40 GMT -5
The second time the stream becomes active, it's much more reminiscent of what RAW should be. The music is loud and playing through the stereo, the crowd of what seems to be around 1,500 strong is cheering loudly, and they've even done a good job of making it not look like a gym given the lighting. The camera cuts to Don and Phil at ringside, wearing what we now know to be fake smiles.
Phil Latio: Hello everyone, and welcome to Thursday Night RAW, live on the internet as a special bonus episode. Today, we're in Schenley High School, to show the world that the Thy WWE Universe really does cater to both big and small.
Don Chuckles: Tonight, we've got a series of matches in preparation for Wrestlemania, the big one that's right around the corner. Intercontinental Champion, "The Saviour" Jacob Senn takes on a revitalised CM Punk for a spot in the Wrestlemania Ladder match, just like Killa Outlaw and Mr. Swag-a-licious.
Phil Latio: Newly crowned Thy WWE United States Champion and SCW mogul Alex Kendall takes on Dominic Reynolds in a match General Manager Austin Starr has said Reynolds has to win, if he ever wants to get his hands on longtime nemesis Xavier Oden again.
Don Chuckles: Speaking of SCW, Thy WWE Unified Champion Sheamus takes on convert Christian Knight. Surely a win over the champ is just what Knight needs to attract Kendall's attention, but Sheamus can't afford to look weak going into Wrestlemania, especially not against the Cerebral Assassin.
Phil Latio: And we'll get to see the 'Cerebral Assassin' Triple H in action tonight as he takes on Sheamus' partner in crime, the rising star that is 'The Sinister Scotsman' Drew McIntyre.
A familiar voice can be heard interrupting Don before he continues, it's General Manager Starr.
Austin Starr: Hold it. Hold everything.
We see Austin come down and get inside of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Austin Starr: Listen closely. This 'internet stream' thing is expensive, and I don't want to waste a second of it, especially not when I have an announcement as important as this.
Looking at Don and Phil, we can see General Manager Starr sneer.
Austin Starr: Perhaps you two aren't getting the message. Get away from my ring, and go to the back. Now.
Phil Latio: What the hell? He's interrupting a Wrestlemania Ladder match qualifier - for a speech!?
Don Chuckles: It better be a good one.
Don and Phil do as they are told and walk up towards the back as the fans start to boo General Manager Starr.
Austin Starr: Look, you can waste your breath booing me all you want. But the fact of the matter is, I'm the reason RAW is here today. Under normal circumstances. no big wrestling company - no wrestling company in general would waste their time with a rundown, back alley school like this, and quite frankly, I would be ashamed to send my child here. But we're here now, because I understand how business works. I have a business acumen - a mind and a talent for this business that all of you could only dream of possessing. I saved RAW. Just like I'm going to save all of Thy WWE. This company needs me, and it needs a mind like me. The problem is that a mind as good as mine, can't work so well when there's something in the back of it. A little irritation that I should have gotten rid of over a year ago, and never got a chance to.
It's familiar, isn't it, Caitlyn? Remember when you used to run shows like this - hiding out there, amongst the filth of the crowd, watching and judging all of us?What gave you that right Callihan? What put you in a position to think you had any say over what we did? Do you remember how you used to scramble around trying to put out the fires I was starting? You came up short. The harder you tried to silence me Callihan, the stronger I raged. You and Kendall had a convoluted view of this business, it was a view that I took great pleasure in running into the ground.
From the moment I entered this business, I had the acumen for success, but I was always held back. Rather then acknowledge the talent I possessed, I was forced to compete in useless matches with scum talent like B-Zero. Such disrespect was a slap to my face, that's why I took great pleasure in killing SCW when the management never gave me a chance to run with the ball as champion. I killed SCW when you and 'A.K.' were too incompetent to stop me from raising hell under your new and 'civilised' roof and exposed you for the hacks you were. And when no one was left to overrule me and I was the only one left, it was me who closed the doors on SCW as a company. I destroyed that company in every possible way you could, and still they never gave me what I wanted. All I ever wanted, Caitlyn, my dear - was you. Don't you think it was a bit cruel? That you got to stomp my head into solid, reinforced steel, and all I got in return was a cheap rollup comeback after you'd already been softened up for me? Don't you think I wanted a little bit more than that? Don't you think that maybe, just maybe, after being humiliated by you, and being robbed of my chance to be the SCW franchise player, that as soon as that spot opens up again, I find out that I have to work for you. Well, now the tables are turned, Callahan! I'm the one in the office, I'm the one who signs the contract, and I brought you and Kendall in for one simple reason Callihan. Our fate and paths have been interwoven for some time Caitlyn, our destiny is prewritten for our paths to cross in this ring one final time, and as god as my witness, if I have to bring another promotion to its knees to get what I finally want; then so be it Caitlyn.
Then so be it......
The fans boo Austin once more as he drops his microphone and exits the ring. No music plays, the stream just fades to black and the same message from before comes on over the screen.
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Post by Dominic Reynolds on Sept 12, 2011 17:11:31 GMT -5
As the stream comes back, it appears that we are midway through our second match of the show with CM Punk taking on Jacob Senn in a qualifier for the Wrestlemania Ladder Match. Apparently, we are also running this match without our commentators as Don and Phil have yet to return from the back.
Punk and Senn immediately size each other up, darting towards each other and testing each other's speed. Senn is quick to throw a number of punches that Punk is able to weave his way out of, while Senn in turn is able to jump back out of the way of a sidekick to the leg. Apparently impressed with one another, the two head to the middle of the ring, with Senn trying to goad Punk into grappling with him only to take him down quickly with an armdrag. Punk, ever the technical specialist is able to slowly weave his way out of the armbar and back up to his feet, taking Senn down with a modified fireman's carry. The IC Champ is quick to pull himself up to his feet, rolling into the corner and grabbing onto the top turnbuckle and seeming to be gearing up to springboard into something - but Punk cleverly keeps his distance, and Jacob is forced to abandon his plan.
Instead Senn rushes towards Punk, trying to grab onto him but is instead pulled down into a headlock. Punk is whipped across the ropes, and Senn seems ready to leap into a high kick of some sort, but stops himself when he sees Punk clinging onto the top rope. Punk grins, wagging his finger at Senn, which seems to be causing frustration to bubble up inside the champ, not being allowed to wrestle on his terms.He tries to goad Punk into swinging, but Punk is clever enough to play keepaway, until out of nowhere Senn outright charges. Punk ducks under a clothesline attempt and nails him with a back kick into his stomach. Repeatedly, Punk throws a number of sidekicks into Senn's leg, and when Jacob tries to throw a kick in return, he's taken down with a dragon screw.
Senn slowly crawls himself up, as Punk once again goes for the legs, but Senn is able to use both feet to push Punk back into the corner. He rushes, Punk leapfrogging over, but Senn finally gets the springboard he wanted, flying at Punk with a crossbody and hooking the leg, only getting a one count. Punk slowly pulls himself up to his feet, but is shoved into the corner, his chest rattled by a series of three chops. Senn goes for a whip across the ropes, but Punk counters, whipping him back towards the same corner. Senn leaps up, vaulting off the top rope, placing both legs around Punk's neck and taking him down with a headscissors. As Punk tries to climb up, he's taken down with a dropkick, and then a calfkick, before Senn finishes with a standing moonsault and hooking the leg, but only getting a one count.
Senn tries to pull Punk up to his feet, only to get a series of elbows to the midsection for his trouble, Punk quickly swinging around and taking him down with a gutwrench takedown, quickly wrapping his legs around in a body scissors. He tries to secure a front facelock, but he never gets it despite a long struggle, Senn breaking loose with a number of elbows to the ribs himself. As both men climb up, it's Senn who does straight for his big superkick, only for Punk to quickly duck underneath, throwing up a huge roundhouse of his own, sending Senn to the mat! Cover is made, but Punk only manages to get two, Senn kicking out strongly. He tries to secure the arm for the Anaconda Vice, but Senn is able to knee him in the back and force Punk to retreat before it's locked.
With both men once again on their feet, and now more wary of each other, Punk goes straight for the legs, taking Senn down and immediately transitioning into a single leg lock, trying to hyperextend the knee. Senn tries to repeatedly kick Punk off, but he's forced to settle for rolling to the ropes. Senn slowly crawls into the corner, holding his leg as if it were snapped, and Punk seizes the oppurtunity. He wanders over, scraping his boot twice across Senn's face in a facewash, before running to the ropes for the big kick. Out of nowhere, Senn kips up to his feet, having been playing possum the whole time, and Punk doesn't even have time to panic before he's hit with a huracanrana! Leg is hooked for one, two, kickout by Punk.
Senn wipes his brow, picking Punk up and taking him down with a solid backbreaker across the knee. He heads to the apron, gearing up for a springboard, but Punk cleverly rolls away. Senn frowns and is about to get back in the ring, when Punk tells him to stay there. Punk rolls out onto the apron and pulls himself up, yelling to Senn that he's going to do a springboard of his own and for the two of them to meet in midair. There's a fair amount of trash talk between the two, before both men leap up onto the top rope - and only one man goes flying. Senn goes shooting towards the middle of the ring with a missile dropkick, and crashlands with no one to meet in midair. Punk jumps onto the top rope, and then casually hops down off of it into the ring, well out of reach of Senn's dropkick. As Senn rolls around holding his back, Punk seems to be doing everything in his power not to laugh.
Punk pulls Senn up, throwing him into the corner and running up, hitting the Shining Wizard in the corner and following up with the bulldog. Cover is made, but only gets two. Punk seems frustratedly, immediately picking him up and trying to go for a GTS, but can't get Senn up. Jacob rolls around the back, staggering into the ropes. Punk charges, but Senn pulls the top rope down, sending Punk collapsing onto the apron, but he's able to hold onto the ropes and stabilise himself. As Senn turns around, he sees Punk going for an actual springboard this time and immediately reacts with a lightning fast Judgment!
Punk's leg is hooked and the one, two, three is final.
Winner: "The Saviour" Jacob Senn in 11:30 via The Judgment
As Jacob celebrates his hard fought victory, we can see Drew McIntyre standing on top of the entrance way. As soon as Senn and McIntyre lock eyes, we simply see Drew motion around his waist that the title is going to be his soon enough. Senn just shakes his head and curses under his breath as the stream gets fuzzy and then cuts out once more as its replaced with the same message.
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Post by Sheamus on Sept 13, 2011 2:42:52 GMT -5
The feed cuts back in and we see Triple H and Drew McIntyre standing in the ring. The camera pans and we see Jim Cornette standing at ringside, giving words of encouragement to McIntyre. The referee looks over to the timekeeper's table, and gives him the signal.
DING DING DING!
Don Chuckles: I've been waiting for this submission match all night Phil
Phil Latio: As have I, and I'm really torn as to whom I think will win
As the bell sounds, both competitors immediately lock eyes, and circle around eachother in the ring, trying to gauge the distance and feel eachother out, as the two have yet to square off in the ring. The sold out, but rather small crowd, makes up for their lack of numbers in sound. They are on their feet and cheering loudly for this very much anticipated match up, for the legendary Triple H, and the rapidly rising star in Drew McIntyre, who has yet to lose a match in Thy WWE.
They meet in the center of the ring, locking up, and have a brief standstill. Both men are about equal in size, but Triple H, possessing more strength in his frame, gains the early advantage, and heaves forward, tossing McIntyre to the mat. Drew tumbles, but comes up in a roll in a fluid motion. He looks up at Triple H for a moment, and gives a bit of an arrogant smirk, and gets back to his feet. Drew signals that they should try it again, and Triple H complies. At the last second, instead of locking up, Drew quickly sidesteps The Game and sweeps him off his feet with a deft move of his left leg. After sweeping him, Drew is positioned near Triple H's feet, and he quickly rotates himself to the front, and wraps his arms around Triple H's head in a front facelock. He wrenches and squeezes, until Triple H slowly works his way to his feet. The crowd continues to cheer, buzzing excitedly as the match up continues.
Don Chuckles: A good back and forth match so far
Phil Latio: That it is Don, though it will be hard to imagine either one of these guys tapping out
Triple H gets back to his feet, and Drew holds on to the chinlock, and as Triple H is about to power out of it, Drew changes his grip, and swings sideways, hitting a swinging neckbreaker on Triple H. Drew turns around and postures to the crowd, tapping an index finger to his temple, letting the world know how smart he is. Letting his arrogance get in the way, he takes his eyes off the target, and Cornette applauds his client. Cornette begins to scream and point behind Drew, but it is too late. Triple H had gotten to his feet, and spun Drew around, lifting him into the air, turning a half circle, and planting him with a thunderous spinebuster. Triple H stomps on a downed McIntyre a few times, before picking him back up. He punches him in the face twice, then grabs his arm, whipping him to the ropes. McIntyre reverses the irish whip, sending Triple H to bounce off the ropes. As Triple H comes off the rebound, McIntyre jumps into the air, as Triple H runs by. Triple comes by again, and swings with a furious clothesline, but McIntyre drops down to his stomach. He gets to his feet as Triple H rebounds a third time and Triple H gets taken down with a hip toss to the mat. McIntyre immediately follows up with an armbar on Triple H, who doesn't spent too much time in the submission.
He gets to his feet, and elbows McIntyre until his grip loosens, and slips behind him. He pulls McIntyre's hair from behind until he is in a straightened position, and hits a reverse neckbreaker on Drew. Again he picks up McIntyre, and tosses him to the corner. Triple H charges in and clotheslines the man against the turnbuckles. Triple H climbs to the second rope, and begins to punch him repeatedly, and the crowd eventually begins to count the punches.
5...6....7.....8.....9
With the signature pose of D-Generation-X, paying tribute, The Game performs a crotch chop, followed by a tenth punch.
Phil Latio: I think Triple H just told Drew to suck it
Don Chuckles: Heh
He hops down, and tosses McIntyre onto his face, before hitting a running elbow across his upper back. As McIntyre gets to his feet, Triple H lays into him with a few solid shots to the jaw, and McIntyre drapes across the ropes, temporarily stunned. Triple H runs to the other end of the ring, and bounces off, running back to clothesline Drew over the ropes. Drew drops down as he grabs the top rope, and Triple H goes tumbling over to the floor. Drew McIntyre looks around for a moment, and heads over to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top tope, and the crowd immediately begins to go nuts
Phil Latio: Unfamiliar waters here for Drew...
Don Chuckles: What is he doing up there?
Drew grins, standing up straight, and brings a thumb slowly across his throat
Don Chuckles: You're kidding me...
Holding his arms out to his sides, Drew jumps forward, head first to the outside. The noise of the crowd is deafening as he flies through the air, cleanly connecting with a flying headbutt to Triple H on the outside of the ring. Both Triple H and Drew McIntyre are obviously hurt, as they clutch their heads, rolling around on the outside of the ring.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god Phil!
Phil Latio: Drew McIntyre channelling the spirit of Chris Benoit there...boy that brings back memories
Don Chuckles: I hope this match can continue...and one, if not both of them appear to be bleeding....
Both Drew and Triple H's forehead are bleeding profusely, red crimson streams dripping from their heads, though it is unclear which head it is coming from if not both. They both spend quite awhile on the floor, until they slowly get to their feet. Triple H fires off a punch, nailing Drew hard, who staggers backwards, resting against the steel ring steps. Triple H runs forward, but Drew catches him with a drop toe hold, sending the Game face first into the steel steps. McIntyre wearily rolls Triple H into the ring, and he quickly follows. McIntyre gets into the ring and stands, but Triple H catches his leg as he enters, tripping him. He holds onto the move, and straps in a side leg lock tightly. Drew grunts in pain and tries to lean forward and punch Triple H in the head, but the Game leans back, avoiding the strike. Triple H grabs onto the ropes for extra leverage, increasing the amount of damage inflicted on the legs. Drew, also being close to a set of ropes, as they are close to the corner, grabs them immediately to break the hold, but Triple H holds on. Jim Cornette unsheathes his racket, and smacks Triple H's fingers, and he releases the ropes, looking upside down at Cornette with a scowl, and Cornette slides away out of view.
Don Chuckles: That is the advantage of having a manager like Jim Cornette
Phil Latio: Smart thinking there, but he better be careful...Triple H would have no qualms with laying him out.
Triple H and Drew get to their feet. Both men are still bleeding, though it seems to have slowed down a bit. Triple H knees Drew in the gut. He grabs him around the neck, and performs a headlock takedown, and just simply keeps the headlock applied. Drew feels the pressure, but works his way to his feet, lifting Triple H up, and then drops him down with a back suplex. Drew gets to his feet and stomps on Triple H's ankle a few times. He lifts up Triple H's leg, and kicks at the back of his knee a few times aswell. Drew then grabs the other leg, and steps through.
Don Chuckles: It looks like Drew is going for the Highlander here!
Triple H powers out of it, and kicks hard at Drew's chest, sending him tumbling backwards. Drew immediately gets to his feet, and charges Triple H, who dips down, and raises his body, sending Drew flying backwards to crash into the mat. Triple H runs to the ropes, bounces off, and leaps into the air, dropping a knee down onto McIntyre's chest, rolling forward in a Ric Flair-esque knee drop. He picks Drew up, and DDT's him head first into the mat. Not relenting on the assault, being the ring veteran that he is, picks him up once more, and irish whips him to the ropes. As Drew comes off the rebound, Triple H catches him in a sleeper hold, and locks in tight. Drew struggles, but cannot get free of it, and his resistance begins to lessen.
Don Chuckles: It looks like Drew is fading here!
Phil Latio: If he doesn't snap out of this, the match is over.
Drew's strugglings become progressively more sluggish, and eventually goes limp, only held up by Triple H's powerful frame. The ref comes over to check on McIntyre, and sees that he appears to be out. He grabs an arm and lifts it into to the air, letting it drop once, and he calls out.
ONE!
The referee grabs the arm again, raises it, and lets it drop
TWO!
Phil Latio: Things not looking good for McIntyre here
One final time, the referee grabs the arm, raises it into the air, and lets it drop.
THR-
Don Chuckles Its all ov-no!
Phil Latio: McIntyre still has a bit of fight left in him
McIntyre's arm stops just as it passes the midway point, and clenches his fist, and with a surge of adrenaline and second wind, pedals his legs backwards into the corner, sandwiching Triple H between Drew and the turnbuckle. Drew whips around, and does a gutwrench suplex on a doubled over Triple H. Triple H gets to his feet, and is nailed again, this time with a verticle suplex. Drew slides over to the other side of Triple H, grabs a leg, and turns around, locking in a single leg boston crab submission. He pulls backwards, and the pain is evident on Triple H's features. Drew smirks and nods his head in excitement, and holds the move for about half a minute. Triple H uses his arms, and powers forward, grabbing the ropes, and McIntyre eventually releases the hold.
Don Chuckles: A painful submission hold there, but it will take more than that to make The King of Kings submit
Phil Latio: Indeed, he is one of the toughest men to ever set foot inside the squared circle, and has survived some of the most hellacious matches ever invented
Drew backs up a bit, and waits for Triple H to get to his feet, and as he rises, Triple H gets clipped from behind, as Drew takes out his knee. He gets up and lifts the leg into the air, dropping an elbow across the knee. He picks Triple H again, and knees him in the gut. He begins to hook Triple H's arms, as he signals for the Future Shock DDT, but before the second arm is hooked, Triple H rips himself out of it, spins around, and kicks Drew in the stomach. Triple H hooks the arms this time, and jumps into the arm, coming straight down, hitting a devastating pedigree.
Don Chuckles: Triple H hits the pedigree!
Phil Latio: Its all over now Don!
Triple H gets up and rolls McIntyre over onto his back. He crosses Drew's legs, slips his leg through and sits down to the side of McIntyre, continuing to twist his legs around in a blur of motion. With his leg locked inside Drew's folded legs, he stands up, then drops onto his back. From this position, he flips his body around onto his stomach, and in turn Drew's body is forced to turn that way aswell, and Drew screams out in agony.
Don Chuckles: Inverted indian deathlock here Phil! I don't see how Drew can get out of this one!
Phil Latio: He will have no choice but to tap!
Drew reaches out for the ropes, which are too far away, and he sets his head down, gritting his teeth, clutching his hair with his hands. Cornette begins to scream instructions at Drew, who waves him off, in too much pain to focus on anything being said to him. Drew's hand hovers above the mat, looking as if about to tap. He then clenches his hand into a fist, slamming it down on the mat, not wanting to submit.
Don Chuckles: You have to admire the spirit of Drew, but this is not a smart move, this close to Wrestlemania
Phil Latio: If he stays in there long enough, he will be too hurt to compete at Wrestlemania!
Don Chuckles: Thats the Scottish for you, too stubborn
McIntyre begins to claw his way to the ropes, in severe pain, a vein in his forehead bulging, and his forehead opens up once again, and his face becomes a crimson mask, blood dripping down freely. One one final burst, Drew makes a break for it, ropes or bust. He reaches, and finally manages to grab the ropes, and the hold is broken.
Don Chuckles: Drew breaks the hold, but has the damage been done?
Triple H gets up, taking a moment to catch his breath. He has Drew where he wants him, and is afforded a moment of reprieve. He walks over to Drew and picks him up. He grabs an arm, twists it, moving with the twisting. Holding Drew's arm twisted, from behind, he brings his free elbow down on the arm, sending the Scot down to the mat. Triple H brings McIntyre to his feet, and Drew brings his leg up behind him in a Ric Flair like moment, racking the King's jewels. Triple H gasps, holds his groin, and falls to the mat as his eyes roll in the back of his head. Both men lie on the mat, exhausted from this grueling matchup. Finally they both get to their feet, Triple H's face and head covered in dried blood, with Drew's looking shiny from fresh blood.
Cornette immediately jumps onto the apron, and Triple H turns to regard him. Triple H smiles, and clocks him right on the noggin with a hard shot, sending Cornette to crash hard on the ground outside, and he lies motionless. McIntyre, in the meantime, rolled out of the ring. Triple H turns around, and gets his feet taken out from under him. McIntyre grabs both feet and pulls straight forward, racking Triple H into the unforgiving steel post. He then takes the right leg, and smacks it hard into the ring post, and The Game clutches it in pain, but not for long...as Drew does it again. Drew then crosses the legs, and in a Bret Hart-like moment, locks in a ring-post assisted figure four. Drew hangs on, for a good while before releasing it as Triple H hangs onto the ropes, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Drew rolls back into the ring, dragging him by the leg, and kicking at the knee once again. He leans forward and picks Triple H up by the hair, and hooks the arms, this time succeeding, hitting the future shock DDT.
Don Chuckles: Future Shock DDT!
Phil Latio: This has been one hell of a match, but there has to be a winner, could this be the turning point?
Drew McIntyre grabs Triple H's legs, steps through, and applies a sharpshooter mixed with an ankle lock, but Triple H is too close to the ropes, and the hold is broken. In frustration, Drew picks him up and tosses him over the top rope. Taking a moment to collect himself, he catches his breath, and leans over the top rope to grab a rising Triple H by the hair, to pull him up. Drew did not see Triple H grab a sledgehammer under the ring, but he felt it, as the head of the hammer connected with his bloodied skull. Drew falls backwards onto the mat, dazed. Triple H wearily rolls into the ring, using the ropes for support, and to get himself to his feet. He grabs Drew, and locks in the Figure Four leglock.
Phil Latio: Something his good friend Ric Flair taught him..
Don Chuckles: One of the most famous, painful, and deadly submissions in the business....this could be it, McIntyre has no way to get to the ropes.
Triple H lifts his rear into the air a couple times repeatedly, adding pressure to the hold, and Drew pounds his elbows onto the mat. Both men bloodied and broken, this match looks to come to a merciful end. Drew begins to try to turn over, to reverse the hold and the pressure, but Triple H holds on. Drew looks close to tapping out once again, and squirms to try to reverse it, but Triple H counterbalances everytime Drew tries to turn. Using the momentum of the swinging, he whips his body to the opposite side, reversing the hold and pressure on Triple H. Drew uses his arms to pull himself a little closer to the center of the ring.
Don Chuckles: The only known reversal to the figure four, Drew has done his homework
Phil Latio: True, but the reverssal is generally temporary, and is generally broken with a little effort
Triple H's legs loosen a bit, and looks as if he is about to get out of the hold. Suddenly, without thinking, on instinct, Drew loosens the hold himself. He lifts the ankles and legs into the air slightly, and puts his left leg backwards. He crosses the legs around his, and lifts up, locking in a sharpshooter. He then grabs the crossed ankles and twists, completing the formation of the Highlander. He whips himself backwards, leaning hard, wrenching with whatever energy he has left.
Don Chuckles: HOLY SHIT!
Phil Latio: What in the hell?!
Don Chuckles: Drew McIntyre just reversed a figure four, into the Highlander! In all my years Phil, I have never seen such a thing!
Drew screams out as he twists and pulls. Triple H manages to get himself close to the ropes, and reaches out, barely an inch away. Suddenly, Jim Cornette who has come to his senses, leaps onto the apron, screaming like a banshee and waving his arms like a maniac. The referee goes over to quickly quell the situation. The camera pans to Triple H's face, and a flash of movement is seen. Suddenly, Sheamus is seen rolling out from under the ring, grabbing the sledgehammer Triple H used earlier on McIntyre.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god, thats Sheamus!
Phil Latio: Where the hell did he come from?
Don Chuckles: Under the goddamned ring, what the hell?!
Sheamus gives an evil grin, as Triple H's hand is about to grab the ring ropes. Sheamus grabs Triple H's wrist, and places it on the mat. With his free hand, he takes the sledgehammer near the head...and a nearby camera catches a few words by Sheamus
Sheamus: Heres a present for ya, fella!
Sheamus smashes it down on Triple H's hand, who screams out in pain. Sheamus drops the sldgehammer and rolls back underneath the ring. Drew, feeling less resistance from Triple H, scoots himself forward more, dragging Triple H away from the ropes. The referee turns around as Cornette had smiled and dropped down from the apron. He asks Triple H if he wants to quit, and gets no answer. Being in the submission for so long, the pain had taken its toll. The referee grabs Triple H's hand, that wasn't just smashed, and lifts it into the air. It drops to the mat limply three times. The referee immediately calls for the bell, and the end of the match.
DING DING DING!!
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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner....Drew...MCINTYRE!!
Don Chuckles: Thankfully, this brutal match has reached its conclusion
Phil Latio: What a match Don...and such a dramatic finish...
Don Chuckles: There will be hell to pay for the Celtic Warrior
Phil Latio: True enough, but a valiant effort here by both competitors, I am thoroughly impressed by both men
Drew's music begins to play, but he seems to either not have noticed, or not cared, as he continues to hold in the submission. Cornette rushes into the ring, waving his arms, trying to get McIntyre to stop. Three referees run down to the ring, and between Cornette and the officials, they manage to pull McIntyre off of Triple H, who has his arm raised in victory by Cornette, as the online feed cuts off once again, the show coming to its conclusion.
//Think Austin went to bed, so just posting the match. Props go out to everyone who RPed, and especially the main event match RPers...hell of a job, glad I didn't have to judge it. I hope this match result does justice by your RPs.
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