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Post by Sheamus on Jan 5, 2012 21:22:18 GMT -5
Monday Night Raw 66
Live from The Colosseum in Rome [/color][/b][/size]
Raw comes on the air, and the scene opens outside the Colosseum where Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette are standing outside of a trailer just outside the Colosseum where they are accompanied by Burris Troy.
Burris Troy: Hello again Mister McIntyre, Mister Cornette, so good to see you.
Jim Cornette: Thank you Mister Troy for meeting us here. My client and I feel the need to publicly express our grievances against the company for the attack on my client by a former employee of this company. We are now prepared to go on the record stating that we have retained a lawyer none other than the legendary lawyer Gloria Allred herself. Ms. Allred believes that we have a very strong case, not only of assault on my client by Dominic Reynolds and his father, but also a case against Thy WWE, Vince McMahon, and General Manager Austin Starr for a lack of security that could and should have been provided for my client. I'd like to open up this discussion now so that you might ask some questions if you will of myself or Mister McIntyre.
Burris Troy: Mister McIntyre we've heard what your manager has said on the actions of last week and your current actions. What are your thoughts on the matter?
Drew McIntyre: I'll tell you what my thoughts are Mister Troy. I believe Mister Cornette here has put all the facts right in front of you. I don't blame Mister Reynolds or his father for their actions last week any more than you can blame a rapid dog when he attacks someone. People I feel that are to blame are the people who let the rabid dog loose in the first place, the same people who should have kept him chained up. None other than Austin Starr himself. Thats why we're standing here outside this trailer right now, this is Austin Starr's trailer. I'm going to go in and I'm going to confront him on what hes done, and what hes responsible for. [/i]
The camera zooms out and takes in a bigger scene and Burris Troy and the camera man begin to follow Drew McIntyre and Jim Cornette as they don't even bother knocking, just letting themselves into the trailer that clearly has "General Manager Austin Starr" labeled on the outside. Looking up, we see General Manager Starr barely bat an eye at his two unwelcome guests.
Austin Starr: May I help you gentlemen? [/color]
Jim Cornette: We've been instructed by our lawyer to deliver these legal documents to you, indicating our intent to file a lawsuit for the actions perpetrated against my client last week.[/i]
Cornette pulls a piece of paper out of his briefcase and puts it down on Austin Starr's desk.
Austin Starr: Ah last week, are you referring to when you were beaten down backstage and had your championship stolen from you. Explain something to me Drew, where do you come off standing here threatening me with legal action? Have you honestly become that cowardly? Has Cornette corrupted you that badly Drew? You should be looking for Reynolds right now, trying to get your property back, but instead you stand before me wasting my time. Besides, we are not responsible for your own foolish, naïve beha-
Drew McIntyre: Aye, you are responsible Austin. You should have kept them out of the building. You knew he was upset with me, you should have had extra security around me. In that letter there my lawyer states your held liable for Dominic Reynolds' attack on myself and Jimmy here. Let me put it in simple terms for you lad. You could have prevented it and you didn't, and now you have to pay me. And since your General Manager and representing Vince McMahon and Thy WWE.....they have to pay. I'm going to own this whole damn company.
Austin Starr: This is almost getting laughable Drew; do you really think money is going to change anything? Do you honestly think money is going to make people forget about the fact that you have been getting showed up by Dominic at every single turn. Or do you not see it that way Drew? Perhaps I should simply fire Cornette, and fire you while I’m at it. Perhaps I should have you thrown out of my building right now.
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We can see Drew getting visibly upset.
Drew McIntyre: Oh that’s perfect, thank you Mister Starr, now we've got you on camera threatening wrongful termination. You're in a lose lose situation lad, admit what you did, pay me what I'm owed...because you can't fire me, you can't hurt me...all you can do is leave me alone and pay me the money that you owe. Or you can just bring me Dominic Reynolds himself.
Austin Starr: Here’s a better idea, stop letting balding men string you along like a puppet and handle your business like the man and champion that you claim to be. Now get out, we’re done here. [/i]
Drew McIntyre walks around the desk and stands face to face with Austin Starr who springs up, both men staring each other down. Drew McIntyre: No[/color][/i]
Before the situation can boil over, we see Cornette interject.
Jim Cornette: Before this gets out of hand gentlemen, I think it will be best if I just pull my clients, Drew McIntyre and Sheamus O'Shaunessy from any future cards with Thy WWE. [/color]
Austin Starr: Spare me the shallow threat Jim, you and I both know that won’t end well for you.
Jim Cornette: More like this lawsuit won’t end well for you Austin, we all know the thin ice you’re on with Mr. McMahon after the whole Kendall fiasco. You’d be best to make us happy right now.
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This seems to have struck a nerve as we see Austin shove Drew out of the way, and starts to make a direct line to Jim Cornette. Drew McIntyre tries to hold an apparently now pissed Austin Starr by grabbing him by the shoulders to hold him back. Instinctively Austin Starr, fearing that Drew McIntyre is attacking him, spins around, swinging wildly with a fist that connects with Drew's face, staggering him back wards.
Drew McIntyre: Oh now you've done it laddy
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Drew shakes his head, regaining his composure, and raises his fists into a fighting stance. Drew immediately takes a few quick steps and a lunging motion towards Austin. Starr immediately drops belows Drew's arms, and executes a drop toe hold, causing Drew's body and face to slam into the floor of the trailer. Austin springs back to his feet, and knees Drew in the gut as he begins to rise, and starts throwing wild haymakers across his head and body. Drew covers up to protect himself as he tries to get to his feet.
He fends off a few punches, then kicks forward with a Spartan kick that would have made King Leonidas proud, sending Starr back wards into his desk. Drew lays into him with a few quick, well aimed punches to the face, before grabbing him by the hair, and setting a dazed Starr up for the Future Shock DDT. A flash of remembrance crosses Drew's mind, and he hesitates. He seems to reconsider, and tosses Starr across the trailer to go crashing into the wall.
Drew McIntyre: I could have killed you just now, Austin, due to that concussion of yours. Get a message to your boy Reynolds...I'll destroy anybody in my path to get to him, over what he has done to me. I don't care if its you, I don't care if its his dad, I don't care if its the president of the country, I WILL destroy him.[/i]
Drew turns around, and he leaves with Cornette as the camera cuts out and the introductory video starts to play on the titantron.
The fans in the building scream loudly in excitement as the fireworks go off in anticipation of tonight's events. The announcers open the show, their voices raised in excitement.
Don Chuckles: Welcome to Monday Night Raw everybody, and a very interesting exchange between General Manager Starr, Jim Cornette, and Drew McIntyre.
Phil Latio: Indeed it was Don. We have quite the unique atmosphere tonight, I have a good feeling about this one Don
Don Chuckles: Me too, these stupid togas we have to wear at least give me a nice breeze in my nether regions.
Phil Latio: Anyways, as you can see we have many honored guests in attendance tonight!
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The camera pans around, and pauses, as a few celebrities are caught in the camera and displayed on the titantron. Shaq is sitting in the front row with a shit eating grin and two thumbs up. It passes by Dennis Haskins, Mr. Belding from Saved by The Bell, looking as bald as ever. It passes by Danny Glover next, with each familiar face the crowd cheers. At last, the camera pauses for a long moment, and what appears to be a mix between a boy and a girl, some sort of transvestite, looks at the camera with a stupid look on his face. It is revealed to be none other than Justin Bieber.
Don Chuckles: Oh what the hell?
Phil Latio: How did HE get in?
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The entire Colosseum goes dead silent, not a sound is heard. Someone from far up yells out
"Get the fuck out!'
[/i] The crowd begins to buzz, and then almost as one, they take up a roaring chant and the young transvestites face turns beat red.
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The little boygirl, begins to tear up and cry, pushing his way towards the steps, and runs up them and out of the building, sobbing and flailing his arms as he flees the scene. The crowd lets out a wild, deafening cheer.
All of a sudden, the letters JCP, standing for Jim Cornette Products, appears on the titantron accompanied by music. The fans go quiet a bit and look over on the ramp, and men dressed in traditional legionnaire Roman armor come out, swords belted at the hips. Three men on either side of the ramp walk down single file, and then pause. Jim Cornette strolls out, wearing his usual attire, and waving to the crowd, microphone in his free hand. Cornette walks between the Roman guards.
Finally he gets to the ring and enters, and holds the microphone to his lips.[/b]
Jim Cornete: Welcome everybody to Monday Night Raw! Tonight we have a very unique program for you. Eight pairs of gladiators will battle in a tournament, and the last one standing will be crowned the new Thy WWE tag team champions! But for now, we have an open battle royal, for any who wish to join. Let the battles begin!
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Jim Cornette exits the ring and is escorted by his Roman Legionnaire Guard backstage.
COMMERCIAL BREAK[/color]
We return from a commercial break and we have The Rock, Tony Mann, and Kidd Genius in the ring. All of a sudden I Am Perfection plays through the speakers and Dolph Ziggler walks out with Maria on his arm and a microphone in his hand. They walk down to the ring and the music cuts as Dolph raises the microphone to his lips.
Dolph: Listen up losers, I'm going to dedicate my in tonight to the most classy, smart and all around sexy diva in this company... the girl you all want to be or all want to be with...
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He looks at the camera for a second.
Dolph: ... or both if you swing that way, my girlfriend: Maria.
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The crowd boos as Maria smiles and kisses Dolph on the cheek before walking around the ring to stand by the apron. Again, the action is interrupted by the titan tron as the Colosseum grows darker, and a deep crimson smoke begins to pour out of the stage, wafting over and up to the top reaches of the Colosseum.
The lights slowly flicker back to their previous brightness, and the crowd sits in stunned silence, Maria clinging close to Dolph.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god Phil Phil Latio: The Big Red Machine is returning....but when? Don Chuckles: This is making me a bit antsy Phil [/color][/i]
A referee enters the ring, and Maria climbs out, Dolph holding the ropes for her. Tony Mann, Kidd Genius, The Rock, and Dolph Ziggler all stand in their respective corners, and the referee is about to call for the bell, but the chaos of the night continues, once again interrupted by the titantron. The crowd immediately roars in approval.
Hulk Hogan walks out onto the stage in his classic red and yellow attire, a fanny pack around his waist, and he walks down to the ring, gesturing and pointing and mouthing something we can't seem to make out.
Don Chuckles: Its the Hulkster! Hulkamania has returned!
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During his wild gestures, he stumbles and screams out loud, placing a hand on his left hip. He reaches into his fanny pack, takes out what looks to be a pill, pops it in his mouth and chews it. He throws the satchel aside, gritting his teeth, and confidently limps to the ring, rolling inside. The referee finally calls for the bell.
OPEN BATTLE ROYAL
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DING DING DING!!
Hogan begins to hulk up, and his limp miraculously goes away, and rushes all of the men in the ring, taking them down with hard right hands. Hogan begins to breathe heavy with the effort, and Ziggler gets up and kicks him right in the jaw, and he begins to fall backwards over the top ropes. As one, The Losers run forward and clothesline a dazed Hogan and Dolph Ziggler over the top rope. Kidd Genius turns around just as the Rock is swinging powerful punches, driving him into a corner. Mann grabs Rock from behind, but receives an elbow to the face.
ELIMINATED: HULK HOGAN
While the Rock is distracted by Mann, Genius dips down and sweeps the Rocks locks, and secures his ankles under his armpits. He falls backwards and catapults the Rock face first into the turnbuckle. As the Rock staggers backwards Tony Mann helps his descent with a neckbreaker. The camera pans over to Ziggler, who has managed to skin the cat, his feet never touching the ground. He silently slips back into the ring, considering his next course of action. As Tony Mann begins to rise and is in a doubled over position, Ziggler seizes his opportunity and hits a legdrop bulldog on him. Kid genius charges Ziggler with a shining wizard, but Ziggler bats it out of the air. Genius falls to the ground, but quickly gets up. He was a fraction of a second too slow, as he rose, Ziggler leaps into the air and nailed a picture perfect dropkick. Ziggler postures and taunts the crowd, drawing a chorus of boos and displeasure, but Maria at ringside claps her hands together. Her eyes soon widen and points behind Ziggler. As Ziggler turns around, the Rock, who had just gotten up, scooped Ziggler up and dropped him with a spinebuster. The Rock popped up quickly, and the crowd began to cheer, knowing what was coming next, as he slowly removed his elbow pad, throwing it out into the crowd. The Rock ran, bounced off the ropes, ran forward and bounced off the other ropes, and stopped at Ziggler, dropping a thunderous People's Elbow. Kid Genius began to rise, but the Rock quickly hooked his arm, and dropped him with a Rock Bottom. At this point, the sound crowd's cheers and shouts of jubilation were deafening, and the air was simply electric. Tony Mann got up, and started swinging wildly at the Rock, and the two traded blows, neither man wanting to back down and admit defeat. Kid Genius was groggily getting to his feet, not quite sure of his surrounds, as Zigger approached him from behind and hit the Zig Zag. He picked up the motionless Kid Genius and tossed him over the top rope.
ELIMINATED: KID GENIUS
The Rock slowly began to gain ground, driving Tony Mann into a corner. Mann quickly took a step back as the Rock charged in, sidestepped, and performed a toe drop hold, the Rock's face smashing into the turnbuckle. Mann proceeded to leap onto the ropes and springboard himself into the air, landing on Ziggler's shoulders and spun around with a hurricanrana that sent him crashing hard to the mat. Mann turned around, and Rock picked him up on his shoulders and fell backwards with a Samoan drop. Ziggler got to his feet, and tried to sneak up on the Rock, but he caught him out of the corner of his eye. Rock grabbed him around the midsection, and snapped him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Picking up Ziggler, he threw him over the top rope, but Ziggler held on, settling himself on the apron and kneeing the Rock in the stomach. Ziggler picked him up, appearing to try and suplex him to the outside, but the Rock kicked his legs and got back to his feet. Having his neck locked, the Rock turns sideways, still holding the head, and stopped down, stunngunning Ziggler whose neck bounced off the ropes and fell to the outside.
ELIMINATED: DOLPH ZIGGLER
Rock turned around and immediately locked up with Tony Mann. The Rock, being a larger man, began to push him against the ropes, then grabbed his arm and whipped him to the opposite side of the ring. As Mann came rebounding off the ropes the Rock nearly took his head off, leaping into the air with a brutal clothesline. Rock picked him up again, and whipped him to the ropes, but Mann somehow reverses, sending Rock to go bouncing off the ropes. The Rock did not bounce, as Kid Genius had pulled down the top rope from the outside, and the Rock crashed hard on the floor.
ELIMINATED: The Rock
DING DING DING!!
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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, Tony Mann!
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Kid Genius slid into the ring and raised Mann's arm in the air high, as his music began to play, but it was cut off, and they looked around in silent confusion. The lights in the building went black, and once again that eery lighted red fog began to spread around the Colosseum.
After a few moments, the lights flickered on. Kane grabbed both Mann and Genius by the throat, lifted them up, and choke slammed them to the mat. He stood there, looking at the men had he just slammed to the ground, and his eyes wandered outside of the ring. He climbed outside, and grabbed a downed Ziggler by the hair, and whipped hard to go crashing into the steel steps. Lastly, he picked up the Rock and rolled him into the ring. Picking him up once more, he lifted him up and tomb stoned him straight down. Kane looked around at the havoc he had wrought, then lifted his arms high, and thrust them downwards, an intense fiery blaze shooting up through the ring posts. He began to laugh maniacally as the scene faded.
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Post by Sheamus on Jan 5, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
As the show returns from its commercial break, we can see Christian Knight standing in the ring. Knight is exuding a shockingly calm demeanor as he holds a microphone in his hand and looks around the arena. Stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes transfix in the crowd near the front row it looks like. As the camera turns, we can see the wife of General Manager Starr Lily and little Michael Walker sitting in the front row.
Christian Knight: Mrs. Wal-I mean Mrs. Starr, welcome to our show. How was your flight? Did your new husband pay for you to fly first class?
Don Chuckles: He better not try anything.
Phil Latio: Austin is still being tended to after getting attacked by Drew in his trailer; this could end badly for Lily and Michael.
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We can see that Lily is looking visibly uncomfortable as Knight continues in the ring.
Christian Knight: Looking at you Mrs. Starr, I can’t quite get my mind off of something. Do you want to know what that is? Let me tell you…I can’t seem to figure out just what it is that Austin and Old Man Walker ever seen in you. I mean honestly Lily, I’ve seen your type so many times before. The kind of girl who develops early, has all the attention of all the boys growing up simply because she filled out her training bra first. Then comes high school and college where you freely and openly give out hand jobs just so you can be seen as one of the “cool” or “popular” kids. But then you graduated, waking up one morning and realizing that you’re nothing more than a used burlap sack…like an old toy that nobody wants to play with anymore. Am I pretty close Lily, was that when you decided to open your legs to the masses? Is that it Lily? Is that how you got the attention of Old Man Walker and Starr?
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The fans are booing now at the verbal tirade being directed toward Lily Starr. We can see Lily lower her head as Christian continues.
Christian Knight: Answer me something else Lily…how does little Michael feel knowing that his mother is such a slut?
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Rolling out of the ring, we see Christian motion for the security to move as he walks up to Lily and Michael.
Christian Knight: Hi Michael, how’s it goin buddy?
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Lily screams for Christian to stay away from Michael as he turns his head and leans on Lily to protect him.
Christian Knight: When you lay down at night scared little Michael…do you call out for your daddy Michael? Do you even know your daddy is son? Or has Mommy been lying to you about that too?
Who’s your daddy Michael? Where’s your daddy Michael?
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We can see Christian lean in towards Michael, but then he gets slapped hard across the face by Lily. Christian’s eyes burn with rage as he comes face to face with Lily. Showing no fear, we see Lily go to slap him again, but her arm is grabbed by Christian. We can see Lily wince in pain as Christian grips her wrist tightly. “I Believe” by Creed then blasts out triumphantly over the arena speakers and the fans howl their approval as we see Kenneth Walker stand on top of the stage. Knight immediately lets go and rolls back inside of the ring, screaming for Ken to come and fight him. Ken is visibly shaking with rage as his stone cold glare is fixated on Knight. We can see arena security and Thy WWE staff pour from the backstage and start to block the way to the ring. This doesn’t stop Ken from walking down and Christian exiting the ring, walking towards Ken. Staff tries to block the two of them from coming to blows, but they are quickly beaten down and the fans cheer loudly as Christian and Ken start to trade blows at ringside. Even more staff pour from the back, including General Manager Starr who tries to restrain Ken, but Ken even drops Austin with a left hand and charges at Knight once again. We can see Ken’s eyes burn with passion and rage as Christian simply covers up as Ken drops bomb after bomb on him. Yet even more pour and pull Ken off, who is screaming that he’s gonna kill Christian, that he went too far dragging family into this. Ken is finally restrained and pulled backwards still kicking and screaming as we see Christian stand up, oddly smiling and clearly mouthing how things have now finally gotten interesting.
Don Chuckles: God Ken looked good just now.
Julian Chichy: He looked good in a sneak attack….yeah okay. Let’s see what happens in a real wrestling match.
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We see Christian walking past the gaggle of staff and General Manager Starr who is pulling himself back to his feet as the show goes to a commercial break.
Celtic Anarchy vs Team Swagfoot[/size]
We come back from a commericial break to see Team Swagfoot and Celtic Anarchy ready for their first round match. McIntyre and Leftfoot start off the match, and Drew goes to lock up in the middle of the ring, but Leftfoot smacks him with three quick punches, and starts to dance around. Drew's eyes narrow and he runs forward with a vicious clothesline, followed by a short elbow drop. He drags Leftfoot over to the corner and makes a tag to Sheamus, who climbs into the ring. Sheamus lifts Leftfoot up onto his shoulder, and Drew bounces off the ropes, runs, and hits a swinging neckbreaker, taking him off Sheamus' shoulder and to the ground. Drew leaves the ring and climbs onto the apron, and Sheamus irish whips Leftfoot to his own corner, then crosses his arms and waits.
Leftfoot gets to his feet, and tags in Swag, and they both begin a very well choreographed dance. Sheamus begins to do an irish jig, the Riverdance, and the crowd cheers. McIntyre begins yelling something to Sheamus, he turns around, shrugs, then runs forward and clotheslines Swag. Drew shakes his head in disgust. He picks up Swag, and drops him with a nasty Irish Curse backbreaker, then talks over and tags in Drew. Drew picks up Swag, hooks the arms, then hits the Future Shock DDT, going for a pin. Leftfoot climbs the top ropes, looking to jump up to break the pin.
ONE!
Leftfoot jumps off the top rope, as Sheamus climbs into the ring
TWO!
Leftfoot comes down only to meet a Brogue Kick as he flies through the air
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
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Ring Announcer: Here are your winners, Celtic Anarchy!
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Sheamus and Drew have their arms raised into the air, and they head backstage. Leftfoot and Swag, who recover from the match, begin to dance again, seeming indifferent about the whole affair. After awhile, Alex Kendall's music hits, and Swag and Leftfoot clear the ring. Kendall makes his way down to the ring with Caitlyn, and they are hailed by a chorus of loud boos, some of the more outspoken fans giving them rude gestures. Kendall and Caitlin take it all in stride, ignoring the reaction completely, which only enrages them further. Kendall is given a microphone, and they have to wait a few minutes for the crowd's displeasure to die down, atleast enough so he can be heard over the noise.
"Alex Kendall: "Don't get the wrong impression, I don't plan on being out here any longer than I need to be. I'd hate to interrupt your planned night of individuals pretending to be friends for the sake of grabbing more worthless gold, but I digress."
"The fact is, you haven't seen too much of me lately, and I'd just like to remind you all that I'm not something you can just ignore to make it go away. My being here is very real, and it's a very unfortunate reality for a lot of people in this company. People who think that they can stop my inevitable takeover by not giving me matches. People who think that by handing the reins to other people, albeit temporarily, that the roster itself will make the conscious decision to push me away. But the issue remains that I am undefeated, with six wins and zero losses, and I've already got a quarter of the shareholders on my side."
"So before I continue on my road of rebranding this shameful company into a more suitable environment, I'd like to do something I've not had the chance to. I'd like to call out Vincent Kennedy McMahon to the ring."
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Soon enough, McMahon comes down to the ring with a microphone in hand, with an extremely irritated look on his face. This however does not prevent him from using his trademark strut as he makes his way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring, and stands across from Kendall with his eyes narrowed.
Alex Kendall: "You know, the last time we were in the ring together, I never got to say how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed standing side by side with the big boss himself, both of us in a suit and tie. I kept thinking to myself, back when I was a nobody in the independents of how I'd love to be here one day, shaking your hand. It's funny how things change, isn't it, Vince? -- I can call you Vince, right?"
"Before you answer that, Vince, there's something I want you to do. And don't worry, it's something that's not going to take a lot of encouragement on my part because I suspect it's something you already want to do. I want you to hit me, Vince."
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Vince raises his eyebrows, staring at Kendall in confusion. He proceeds to stand there, with a blank look on his face, as if wondering what all this is about.
"Did you not hear me? I said I want you to hit me. One punch, right across the jaw. I won't even retaliate, I promise. Verbal contract, bind me to it."
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McMahon, seemingly unconvinced, shakes his head, and turns around to leave the ring, tired of the games.
"What, did you lose your balls? I said hit me!"
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Vince pauses as he is halfway between the ropes, and slowly climbs back in. He walks right up to Kendall, balls up a fist, and punches him right in the jaw.
"Hit me again!"
[/i]Vince cocks back his arm and punches him again, and Kendall shows no reaction on his face at all.
"What sort of limp-wristed shit is this? I said hit me!"
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Vince's face turns red in anger, and this time he cocks his arm back even further and hits Kendall as hard as he can, and Kendall staggers backwards a bit. He quickly composes himself, and walks back to his original position.
Alex Kendall: "See, Vince...the reason I wanted that to happen was so I could have a fresh reminder of what it's like to be in control of a wrestling company, when you inhabit the same planet, and breathe the same air that I do. Because everytime I get any momentum with someone showing potential to connect to the crowd or put on a good match, suddenly they're snapped up to an exclusive contract. Whenever negotiations with a sponsor or television network are finalising, all of a sudden, it's one phonecall and they don't want to 'close their options' or 'dilute the market'. You're a tyrant, Vince. You're a tyrant, and every single day, it's like you're pounding away at me, just baiting me, thinking I'm too small time to fight back."
"How does it feel to be helpless, Vince? How does it feel to go against someone who knows exactly how to get to you? Like you have a nail driven deep into that black heart of yours, and every win, I drive it further in and watch you bleed out. Your people - your stockholders, your corporate suits - everyone who you thought you could hide behind when you couldn't hide behind 'the boys', I went straight to them. I went straight to 'your people' and dismantled your safety net, so that when I finally pull the rug out from under you, you have no one left to catch you. I'm not a Stone Cold, or a John Cena, or someone who thinks putting you in a hospital bed is enough for you to learn. I'm smarter than that. That's why you're afraid of me. And you have damn good reason to be afraid of me."
"What are you going to do, when I make Sheamus tap out at Anarchy, Vince? What are you going to do, when your champion - your last line of defense - has fallen, and there's no one left to stop me going all the way?"
Vince McMahon: "Look, Alex...let's talk about this."
Alex Kendall: "I didn't say you could call me Alex. Refer to me as Mr. Kendall or nothing at all."
Vince McMahon: "I'll call you whatever I damn well please! I'm Vince McMahon, damnit!"
Alex Kendall: "And -I- am Alex Kendall, and I am no employee of yours. I'm an 'independent contractor'. Or did you forget that little loophole as well, while you were too busy making yourself a billionaire off of the blood of others?"
Vince McMahon: "Look, let's just--"
Alex Kendall: "Let's just what? Are we going to negotiate, Vince?"
Vince McMahon: "Let's...talk. Alright? There has to be something you want. I mean, you want the company for something. Fame. I can get you on any talk show you want, I have connections - we can make movies! Or money. I can make you a rich man. Or if you want status, I can give you anything - General Manager, Vice President of Talent Relations - you can help train up the next generation, be the voice of the boys in the back."
Alex Kendall: "There isn't a damn thing you can offer me that will change the fact that I'm taking everything. And at this point, it's just because I enjoy tearing your legacy down."
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Kendall smirks, and lets everything sink in for just a moment
Alex Kendall: "You have three weeks. I'd start making preparations to clear your office."
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Vince McMahon stands there flabberghasted, and Kendall grins, giving him a wink, and leaves the ring with Caitlyn. Kendall continues to smile as he walks up the ramp, the crowd filling the arena with a downpour of booing.
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Post by Sheamus on Jan 7, 2012 3:14:00 GMT -5
Don Chuckles: Here we go Phil, one of the many preliminary bouts in this tournament is set to begin! And I have just received word that Senn's partner Oden showed up late and unprepared to wrestle, and has been replaced by Captain Creambeard.
Phil Latio: This is ridiculous! What the hell is Creambeard doing in there? How will he do any damage?
Don Chuckles: Maybe there are some homophobes in there, Phil…..
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DING DING DING
Jacob Senn and Captain Creambeard vs Alex Riley and K. Orton
[/size] Jacob Senn and Alex Riley kick off proceedings for their respective teams as the chime of the ringside bell reverberates around the stands, signalling the beginning of the contest. Both men look eager to start the match off strong and advance the centre of the ring, where they participate in a lock-up, which Riley wins, pushing Senn into the corner. [/b] Don Chuckles: Good strength there from Riley. [/color][/i]
Senn is trapped by his stronger opponent, and just as the referee is about to intervene, he receives some help from his new partner, Captain Creambeard, who tickles Riley down below decks!
Phil Latio: What the hell? That has to be sexual harassment! Can you be disqualified for that?
Don Chuckles: I don’t know, Phil. But for our viewers at home, we’re aware kids may be watching, so we’ll just say that Creambeard tickled him in a personal spot below the belt, which rhymes with “autumn”.
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Riley is noticeably irked by the tactics of Creambeard, and spins around with a clenched fist raised, but the captain jumps off the apron and allows the referee to restrain Riley, giving Senn a window to go on the offensive.
Don Chuckles: Well it looks like those, “underhanded” –in the literal sense of the word- tactics, are paying dividends for team Senn-Beard! Phil Latio: Senn-Beard? Really? I saw you trying to think of a name on your notepad when the Captain arrived, and that’s the best you can do? You disappoint me “Donny-boy”. [/color][/i]
Senn immediately takes the advantage by driving his knee into the stomach of Riley sharply, who keels over for a moment and, distracted by the sudden angst in his gut, he fails to resist an irish whip from Jacob Senn.
Don Chuckles: Irish whip from Jacob Senn…
Phil Latio: He’s at his best in a fast-paced match, Don.
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As Riley comes flying back, Senn hits a sweetly timed dropkick on Riley, who collapses onto the mat, but fortunately for him, flops over and lands close enough to his corner to tag in K. Orton. The slap of their hands rings out clearly, so there’s no mistake that Orton is the legal man, but Riley remains in the ring and performs a double clothesline on Senn with his partner.
Don Chuckles: Oh come on!
Phil Latio: What the ref doesn’t see doesn’t hurt him, haha!
Don Chuckles: But he DID see that!
Phil Latio: Do I ever tell you that you talk too much?
Don Chuckles: I could say the same…..
Phil Latio: Talk is cheap, in fact it’s free; that’s why I do it so much!
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Back inside the ring, the referee is reprimanding Riley while Orton goes to work on Senn, who is still dazed by the double clothesline and eats several heavy shots to the body before Orton lifts up his lighter opponent and slams him heavily on to the unremitting canvas. Senn sits up in pain, with his face contorted as he rubs his sore back, but he is denied any convalescence from Orton, as he is roughly pulled back up to his feet.
Phil Latio: Look at the fire in Orton’s eyes; this is my kind of guy, Don!
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Once Senn is back up, Orton performs an irish whip on Senn, and as he hits the ropes, Creambeard performs a blind tag.
Don Chuckles: Tag there from the captain.
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As Senn comes back, he ducks underneath the clothesline and carries on past K. Orton, who turns around after Senn, forgetting about Creambeard. As Senn comes back, he hits a devastating clothesline while Creambeard performs a chop block, sending Orton crashing to the mat in a heap.
Phil Latio: Oh! That’s how you put someone down!
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Once the poor referee turns around, he hasn’t realised that Creambeard tagged in, and therefore is the legal man, so he sends the captain back to the canvas.
Don Chuckles: That referee is struggling to keep control in there!
Phil Latio: If I know that captain, he’ll use this to his advantage.
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Senn shakes his head inside of the ring and tags Creambeard for a second time, now making himself the legal man and gets out of the ring, allowing Creambeard into the ring.
Phil Latio: It’s a mess in there! I knew that once Creambeard was introduced he’d leave a big sticky mess in there!
Don Chuckles: Is that a metaphor, Phil?
Phil Latio: It’s a prophecy, you can take it at face value if you want to, or not….
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Creambeard’s first course of action is to mount the turnbuckle and leap backwards into the air, performing his signature moonsault on Orton!
Don Chuckles: He hit it! Moonsault!
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Creambeard hooks the leg of Orton, but there’s no count because the referee is arguing with Jacob Senn on the outside about who the legal man is!
Phil Latio: Haha! How do you like a taste of you own medicine, boys?
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As the referee’s back is turned, Riley suddenly sprints into the ring with a chair in hand and batters Creambeard over the head with it, knocking him completely out cold! As the referee turns around, Riley scarpers and Orton rolls over Creambeard, covering him, so the referee drops to his knees and begins the count:
ONE
TWO
!!!THREE!!!
Don Chuckles: What!?
Phil Latio: Yes!
Don Chuckles: It can’t be!
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Orton and Riley get up and being celebrating, but suddenly, Chris Cruise, the Thy WWE ring announcer interrupts them on the microphone:
Chris Cruise: You can stop the celebrations there, fellas. Footage shows that Jacob Senn was in fact the legal man, which makes that pinfall unofficial and by order of your GM, this match is set to be restarted!
Don Chuckles: Yes!
Phil Latio: No!
Don Chuckles: Justice!
Phil Latio: More like corruption! You deceitful men are all the same, you, Creambeard and Senn, all alike!
Don Chuckles: You’re just bitter.[/i]
At the order of the Cornette, the ring bell sounds again and a confused K. Orton looks down on the injured Creambeard for a moment before he realises that Jacob Senn is in fact the legal man, but once he realises this fact, it’s already too late as Senn hits his signature superkick, sending K.O to the mat, unconscious before impact.
Don Chuckles: He hit it! The Revelation!
Phil Latio: I don’t believe it……
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Senn quickly drops to his knees and covers K.Orton while Creambeard subdues Alex Riley, who is attempting to interfere. Once the referee begins to count, Creambeard already has Riley in the corner and is performing a backwards stinkface, shaking his junk in Riley’s face as the referee counts.
Phil Latio: Uh, that sweaty old man…..
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Don Chuckles: These fans love it!
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Phil Latio: I can smell it from here…….
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Don Chuckles: Senn does it for team Senn-Beard! They will advance to the next round!
Phil Latio: The injustice and balls-to-the-face is sickening!
Don Chuckles: Maybe Riley likes nuts.
Phil Latio: But those aren’t the kind you eat! The Captain was up to his old tricks again tonight and I don’t think he’s going to refrain from using them in his next match either…..
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After a few more agonizing seconds for Riley, (gratifying for Creambeard) the Captain ceases the backwards stink face and ascends the turnbuckle opposite to Jacob Senn and celebrates the victory.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Xavier Oden/Professor of Thuganomics vs. Christian Knight/Stalker Knight
[/size] Coming back from the commercial break we can see Christian Knight throwing Xavier Oden violently into the steps and stomping him on the arena floor while in the ring we can see a perplexed referee standing with Stalker Knight and POT. Christian continues to beat on Oden while the referee just waves his hands and decides to start the match, we hear the ringside crewman ring the bell and our match is underway. [/b]
Phil Latio: So the ref started the match while Xavier Oden is getting his ass kicked on the outside?
Don Chuckles: To think, he went from defeating Reynolds and being on the cusp of the main event, to this lethargic mess; so sad….so very sad.
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POT and Stalker Knight slap hands and then as Stalker tries a clothesline, we see POT duck and club Stalker Knight down with a clothesline of his own. POT pounces on Stalker and starts to club him with a barrage of closed-fisted right hands which sees the referee to immediately interject and push POT off of Stalker. POT starts to argue with the referee who screams at him back to keep it fair or he will disqualify his team. Amidst the distraction we can see Stalker Knight leap up and hit POT with a dropkick. Going for a cover right away, we see POT kick out at before even a count of one. Standing up we see Stalker ready himself and POT pop up, Stalker stings the chest of POT with a chop and we see POT hit him with a right hand. We see Stalker hit another chop, and then another as he ducks a POT punch. Backing up we see Stalker kick POT in the stomach, but then he stops as we see Christian Knight cease his beat down of Oden and roll back into the ring and sting POT with a jumping reverse DDT. Stalker looks simply perplexed, but then decides to jump on the opportunity as he scales to the nearby middle turnbuckle and hops off to sting POT with a leg drop. Going for the cover we see the official make the count—1…2….3
Winner: Christian Knight/Stalker Knight in 4:35.
Don Chuckles: The Knights Advance!
Julian Chichy: Yawn.
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The show goes to a commercial break as we see the Knights discuss their next move.
We come back from the commercial break to see Jim Cornette standing in the ring with a microphone in his hands, and his personal security of Roman Legionarres surrounding the ring.
Jim Cornette: Well, we are about ready to see Round Two of this tournament get underway. Apparently Amy Adams and Jay Combs failed to understand the importance of coming to work, therefore Team Dick automatically advances. Oh, and I apologize to those watching at home, for the lack of consistent entrance music. You have no idea how hard it is to get the titantron working in this Colloseum. Thank you and that is all
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Cornette exits the ring, and is escorted backstage.
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Semifinal Match
Creambeard/Senn vs Celtic Anarchy
DING DING DING!!
Sheamus and Creambeard start off this match up, and Creambeard immediately starts thrusting his hip. He hops forward towards Sheamus while thrusting, getting closer and closer. Just as he gets within range, Sheamus punches him square in the face, dropping him to the mat. Sheamus picks him up and whips him to the ropes, Sheamus goes for a clothesline, Creambeard ducks, bounces off the other side, and takes down Sheamus with a hurricanrana. Sheamus gets to his feet, but Creambeard grabs his arm and twists it behind him in a hammerlock, and Sheamus responds with a backwards elbow to the head. It loosens the grip long enough for Sheamus to reverse it, twisting his body, then Captain's arm, until Sheamus has a hammerlock on Creambeard. Creambeard uses the same reversal, dazing Sheamus for a moment, and Creambeard proceeds to leap up into the air, bringing his leg backwards and sideways to kick Sheamus straight in the face. [/b]
Don Chuckles: Wow, the Captain is taking it to Sheamus right now!
Phil Latio: He'd probably like to take him into his bedroom aswell
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Creambeard goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Creambeard brings Sheamus to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but off the rebound Sheamus drops him with a shoulder block. Creambeard gets to his feet, but Sheamus tosses him to the corner. Sheamus charges the corner, but gets a boot to the face. Creambeard climbs the ropes and leaps off, but Sheamus is on his feet, and catches him, lifting him up into the air and dropping him with an Irish Curse backbreaker. He goes for the cover and gets a two count. Sheamus stomps Creambeard a few times, then grabs his leg, raising it up and dropping an eblow across the knee. Sheamus gets up, still holding the leg, and drags him over to his corner where he tags in Drew McIntyre.
Sheamus holds the leg up, and Drew this time drops an elbow across Creambeard's knee. Sheamus climbs onto the ring apron. McIntyre picks up Creambeard, kicks him in the stomach, and suplexes him to the mat. Again McIntyre brings him to his feet, Creambeard swings at Drew, who ducks and slips behind him, then jumps up and hits a neckbreaker. He goes for a pin but Creambeard kicks out at two.
Don Chuckles: That is what I like about McIntyre, his moves are so crisp, so fluid
Phil Latio: Well, its why he's undefeated Don, he is just a fantastic wrestler.
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McIntyre picks up Creambeard and nails him with multiple right hands, followed by a boot to the face. McIntyre staggers backwards, and Creambeard charges, only to get clotheslined by McIntyre. McIntyure picks up Creambeard, and drops his stomach right onto his knee, and goes for a pin.
ONE
TWO
Senn comes into the ring and breaks up the cover, booting McIntyre in the head. Senn is warned by the ref, and he returns to his corner. Creambeard slowly crawls over and makes the cover. Senn picks up McIntyre and gives him a dropkick. McIntyre gets to his feet, charges, but gets taken down with a hip toss. McIntyre starts getting to his feet as Senn bounces off the ropes, and hits a flashkick on McIntyre as he gets to his feet, and he makes the pinfall attempt, but McIntyre kicks out at two. McIntyre gets to his feet again, but is taken down by a spear from Senn.
Don Chuckles: And now Senn is taking it to McIntyre!
Phil Latio: These two always put on a clinic when they face! Dpm't count McIntyre out yet Don, alot of bad blood between these two!
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McIntyre once again rises, and Senn fires off the Judgement superkick. In a surprising show of flexibility, Drew leans backwards, dodging the kick and striking out with his foot, kicking Senn under the knee, causing him to fall. Drew is on him quickly, stomping at his knee repeatedly. McIntyre steps back, and waits for Senn to rise on his own, and when he does, Drew superkicks him right in the jaw.
Don Chuckles: Did he just...
Phil Latio: McIntyre just hit Senn with his own finisher!
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McIntyre makes the cover, but Senn kicks out in a near fall. Senn gets stomped in the knee a few more times, then gets dragged over to the corner, and McIntyre tags in Sheamus. McIntyre says something to Sheamus, who walks along the ring apron, about halfway across the ring. McIntyre lifts Senn to his feet, and Sheamus catapults himself over the ropes, taking down Senn with a flying shoulderblock. McIntyre moves to the corner and Sheamus goes for a cover, but Senn kicks out again. Senn gets to his feet and fires at Sheamus, connecting, and the two begin to trade blows, but Sheamus ducks one of them, picks Senn up from behind and drops him with a back suplex. He goes for the cover, but Creambeard is there to break it up. Creambeard and the ref argue as Sheamus gets to his feet, and in the midst of the chaos Creambeard kicks Sheamus in the groin, then goes over to his corner.
Sheamus, holding his groin, crawls over to tag McIntyre, as Creambeard is being tagged in by Senn. Creambeard hits Drew with a flying cross body, and proceeds to dry hump him in the middle of the ring. Drew pushes him off, and clotheslines him hard. He picks up Creambeard then and piledrives him, going for a pin. Senn comes into the ring and breaks up the cover. Sheamus rushes in and Brogue Kicks Senn, who rolls out of the ring. Sheamus and McIntyre have a brief exchange, then share a knowing grin. McIntyre picks up Creambeard and hooks his arms, going for the future shock DDT. Sheamus takes a few steps back behind Creambeard. McIntyre kicks out his swinging leg he uses for momentum, and Sheamus brogue kicks Creambeard on the ass, as McIntyre is falling backwards, resulting in the move having a bigger impact. McIntyre pins Creambeard.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners, Celtic Anarchy!
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McIntyre and Sheamus celebrate, but the titantron screen enters in static, before the following numbers show on the screen.
71135 1622518 198511359
The numbers leave the crowd in confusion as they slowly fade away and we go to a commercial break.
Semifinal Match
Martin Barton/Mike Rotch vs. Christian Knight/Stalker Knight
[/size] Returning from the break we can see pandemonium breaking out at ringside as we can see Kenneth Walker and Christian Knight fighting around ringside while Stalker is in the ring yelling at them to get some order restored. [/b]
Don Chuckles: Round 2 from earlier! This is breaking into absolute chaos.
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We see Ken clothesline Christian over a barrier and into the crowd, following him we see their fight continue into the stands as in the ring we can see Stalker and the ref look perplexed. Either way it’s now time for the arrival of Mike Rotch and Martin Barton. But after several moments passing, we see the official start to count them out. The ten count passes and the count out is official.
Winner: Christian Knight/Stalker Knight via count-out.
Don Chuckles: Um, I guess Team Dick went limp?
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Post by Sheamus on Jan 7, 2012 10:08:17 GMT -5
Main Event
Stalker Knight & Christian Knight vs Celtic Anarchy
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We come back from a commercial break to a red hot crowd, at a point of a near riot for the main event. The energy is simply electric as the final match of the night draws near. The two teams quickly collaborate between themselves, Celtic Anarchy having Jim Cornette in their huddle. Cornette leaves the ring, and Drew McIntyre goes out onto the apron. On the other side, Stalker Knight goes out onto the apron.
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Don Chuckles: We have restored order at ringside finally. Knight and Walker almost tore the place apart!
Phil Latio: This should be a good one Don, as both teams have reached the finals, and you can tell both teams will be giving their all to claim the tag team titles
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DING DING DING!!
Christian and Sheamus go to lock up in the middle of the ring, but Christian ducks, rolls behind Sheamus and goes for a quick cover, but Sheamus kicks out. Sheamus scrambles to his feet, but Christian Knight is a step ahead of him, executing a toe drop hold and sending him sprawling to the mat. Knight floats over and applies a front face lock on Sheamus. Sheamus works his way to his feet, and tries to flip Christian Knight over, but he rolls through with a sunset flip, pinning Sheamus.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Sheamus again gets to his feet, and enraged, he connects with a clothesline that sends Christian to the mat. Christian gets to his feet, and Sheamus irish whips him to the corner. Sheamus charges in, but Christian moves out of the way, and lays into Sheamus with a series of chops, the crowd shouting "WOO" with each one. Sheamus grabs a hold of Christian and tosses him into the corner, switching positions. He begins to unleash a flurry of right hands and knees to the midsection until he collapses in the corner. Sheamus picks him up and places him on the top turnbuckle, which he climbs.
Don Chuckles: Sheamus going up top here, what is he doing?
Phil Lation: He could be going for a superplex here!
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Christian Knight throws a few short jabs to Sheamus' ribs, then pushes him off the top rope. Before Sheamus can gain his composure, Christian jumps off the top rope and nails Sheamus with an elbow drop, and goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Don Chuckles: And McIntyre with the save!
Phil Latio: A near fall there Don
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McIntyre goes back to his corner at the referees command, not wanting to risk a disqualification. Knight goes over and tags in the other Knight, Stalker. Stalker comes in, picks up Sheamus, and hits him with a gut wrench powerslam. He picks up Sheamus and throws him to the ropes, nailing him with a clothesline as he comes bouncing back. Stalker picks up Sheamus, and goes to apply a bearhug, but Sheamus pushes one of Stalker's shoulders back, and pulls one forward, spinning him around, and locking in a sleeper hold. He keeps it locked in for a few seconds, just enough to make him feel light headed, then quickly drops his hands down before he can respond, locks him around the waist, and hits a german suplex. Surprisingly, Sheamus manages to arch his back and perform a bridging pin on the end of the suplex.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: Wow, a near fall there.
Phil Latio: Wow is right Don, every week Sheamus has been improving his technical wrestling abilities, but I didn't think he could do that!
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Sheamus picks up Stalker by the hair and brings him over to his corner, tagging in Drew McIntyre. Sheamus lifts up Stalker Knight and drops him onto Drew's outstetched knee, then goes out onto the ring apron. After the double team backbreaker, Drew pushes down on Stalker's head and midsection in a submission. Drew releases it after Stalker grabs the ropes, and brings him to his feet. Drew fires off a stiff european uppercut that staggers the big man backwards, followed by a dropkick, and covers him up.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Drew shrugs it off and picks him back up, whipping him to the ropes. He catches Stalker on the rebound, grabs him around the midsection, and hits a belly to belly suplex, followed by another quick pin, but Stalker kicks out at two.
Don Chuckles: McIntyre keeping up the intensity here
Phil Latio: Indeed, forcing your opponent to continually kick out can be tiring, and wear them out
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Both men get up to a standing position, and Stalker punches Drew hard, who staggers backwards near Knight's corner, and gets another punch from Christian Knight on the apron. Drew staggers back again and gets powerslammed by Stalker. He walks over and tags in Christian, who brings McIntyre up to a sitting position, and applying a surfboard stretch submission, knee in the back with the arms held backwards. McIntyre fights his way to his feet, and manages to break the hold, but Knight sweeps McIntyre off his feet, then quickly follows him to the ground and locks in a cross armbar. McIntyre grits his teeth in pain, reaching for the ropes, but Sheamus quickly comes in and breaks it up. The referee warns him back to his corner.
McIntyre gets to his feet, and him and Christian tie up. Christian grabs Drew's arm and sidesteps, then twists it around and brings it behind him in a hammer lock. Drew reaches up with his free hand and snapmares Christian to the mat, followed by a hard kick to the spine. Drew picks him up and whips Christian to the corner. Cornette yells out instructions, and Drew tags in Sheamus. Both Drew and Sheamus began to relentlessly kick and stomp on Christian Knight. The referee begins his five count, and on the count of four they stop, and Drew gets onto the ring apron, Cornette nodding his head approvingly. Sheamus punches Christian hard, and he groggily walks away, into the parallel corner. Sheamus pursues, but gets a thumb to the eye
Don Chuckles: Christian Knight as of late has been showing quite the fire, and Stalker Knight has been on a roll here tonight aswell
Phil Latio: Speaking of Christian, it may be that this personal rivalry between him and Ken Walker has sparked something
Don Chuckles: I don't know how I feel about his actions, but Christian Knight is a hell of a competitor
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After the thumb to the eye, Sheamus gets kicked in the stomach and dropped with a DDT. Christian pins him but Sheamus kicks out at two. Christian picks up Sheamus, and Sheamus knees him in the stomach, then locks in a headlock. Christian pushes off Sheamus' back, sending him to the ropes. Off the rebound Knight goes down from a clothesline. Sheamus bounces off the ropes, and Christian Knight jumps to his feet and hits a nasty knee to the gut that sends Sheamus tumbling through the air. Knight picks up Sheamus and hits a well executed, textboot snap suplex. Christian stomps on him a few times, before picking him up for what looks to be another suplex, but instead heaves him onto the top rope in the corner. He climbs up the ropes, but Sheamus pushes him off. As Christian gets to his feet, Sheamus leaps into the air, nailing him with a flying shoulderblock.
Sheamus and Christian catch their breath as they lay on the mat, then they both slowly go to their respective corners, making a tag. McIntyre and Stalker get into the ring, and Stalker hits a big boot on McIntyre, who staggers back, leaning against the ropes. Stalker, charges and clotheslines them both over the top rope. Stalker lands on his feet, and picks up McIntyre, slamming his face into the ring apron. He grabs Drew as if he is going to suplex him onto the outside, but Drew pushes forward and slams Stalker back first into the steel steps. Drew tries to pick up Stalker, but he pulls McIntyre forward and moves out of the way, this time sending Drew into the steps face first. Drew begins to crawl under the ring.
Don Chuckles: What the hell is McIntyre doing?
Phil Latio: I don't know Don, it looks like he is trying to get away from Stalker!
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McIntyre goes under the ring, and Stalker gives a confused look, but simply shrugs and walks over, lifting the ring apron. As he does this, McIntyre grabs the reaching arm and pulls it forward onto the steel support bars underneath the ring, and he falls to the ground, holding his shoulder in pain.
Don Chuckles: Ouch! Thats going to hurt in the morning!
Phil Latio: A very smart move there by McIntyre, very calculating!
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Drew picks him up and rolls him into the ring. He slides in after him and goes for the pin, but it is a near fall. McIntyre picks him up and punches him hard a few times, causing Stalker to turn and stumble onto his knees, leaning against the middle ropes. McIntyre smirks and simply kicks out at the arm he had just recently smashed. He brings Knight to his feet and whips him to the ropes, catching him off the rebound with a hip toss, which he follows through with a kneeling armbar. Knight yells out in pain, but refuses to submit, showing his will to compete, his desire to gain the victory. He manages to get to his feet, but Drew lifts an elbow straight up into the air, down across the injured shoulder. Stalker falls to the ground, and McIntyre stomps at it furiously, trying to put him out of commission.
McIntyre brings him up again to his feet, and tosses him to the ropes, but the referee gets in the way, and gets knocked down, and as we all know, referees who get so much as a bump are completely out of it for awhile. McIntyre grabs Stalker anyways, and hits him with the Future Shock DDT, and stands over Stalker, looking at the ref, then at Cornette and Sheamus with an annoyed expression on his face. Cornette starts yelling something and points behind Drew, and Sheamus scrambles to get into the ring, and Drew turns around just in time for Christian to clobber him over the skull with a hard chairshot to the skull.
Don Chuckles: What a chairshot to the head! He should be disqualified!
Phil Latio: It's not cheating if you don't get caught!
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Sheamus gets there a split second too late, and gets the chair jabbed into his gut hard, and as he is doubled over, gets another shot to the back, and then he gets tossed out of the ring. Knight drags Stalker, placing his arm over McIntyre, then discards the chair and stands out on the ring apron patiently. The referee finally comes to his senses, and goes off what he can see, which is a pinfall attempt. He slowly slaps his hand on the mat, as he counts to three.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Don Chuckles: Wait, no!
Phil Latio: Drew McIntyre got his shoulder up! He kicked out!
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The crowd as this point is going beserk at the dramatic events unfolding before them, cheering wildly, glad that this match isn't over quite yet. Christian Knight sighs unhappily, with a scowl and irritated look on his face. Sheamus at this point had climbed onto the ring apron, holding his ribs gingerly, while both men in the ring slowly drag themselves to their respective corners, needing desperately to make the tag.
Don Chuckles: Both men here need to make a tag quickly!
Phil Latio: Very true Don, the first one to make the tag could very well give his team the victory here tonight for the tag team gold!
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Stalker Knight makes the tag first, and Christian Knight gets into the ring. He goes over and grabs Drew's foot, trying to drag him back to the middle of the ring, but Drew turns onto his back, and kicks straight up and out into Christian's face, who staggers backwards. Drew turns around and makes the tag to Sheamus, and the crowd's roar of approval is almost deafening. Sheamus and Christian run toward eachother at full speed. As if he were on a battlefield charging an opposing army, he held his fists as if he were wielding a two handled sword. He smashes Knight with a double fist spinning axehandle. Knight falls to his feet, but gets up. Sheamus hits him with another one after bouncing off the ropes. Christian gets to his feet, and Sheamus scoops him up and drops him with a powerslam.
Sheamus begins to beat his chest, then holds his arms out to the side, letting out a mighty warcry. Christian gets to his feet, and Sheamus leaps forward with a Brogue Kick, but Knight ducks out of the way, and kicks Sheamus in his ribs that are still sore from the chairshot. He picks Sheamus up as if going for a verticle suplex, and Sheamus begins to kick his legs trying to offbalance him.
Don Chuckles: If he hits this modified piledriver, the Lights Out, Sheamus will be in a bad way!
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Cornette yells out something to Drew, who rushes into the ring and clips Christian's legs out from underneath him, causing Sheamus to fall ontop. Drew slides out of the ring, and grabs Stalker's legs, pulling him down from the apron, causing his face to hit the mentioned ring apron. For good measure, Drew slams his face into the steel steps. Sheamus makes a motion to Drew, and he grins broadly, and climbs onto the ring apron Stalker was previously on. Sheamus picks up Christian, who seemed to have landed badly in the fall, and picks him up backwards by the shoulders. Sheamus lets out another warcry and runs forward, heaving Christian Knight as hard as he can halfway across the ring, and he crashes hard in the center of the mat. McIntyre begins climbing the ropes just as Sheamus is in the motion of his finisher the Celtic Cross.
Don Chuckles: What a minute, what is Drew doing up there?
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Drew leaps off the turnbuckle, and the lights begin to flicker on and off from thousands of cameras. The flying headbutt is dead on, Drew's forehead crashing with a sickening thud onto Christian Knight's.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god!
Phil Latio: Did you hear that Don?! This is crazy, this is wild...this is...this is Total Anarchy Don!
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The crowd starts up a chant
Drew manages to roll out of the ring, and Cornette rushes over to go check on him, and Sheamus makes the pin, and the crowd counts along with the referee.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners, and NEW Thy WWE tag team champions....Celtic Anarchy!
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In a few moments, a groggy Drew is helped into the ring by Jim Cornette. He hands them each their titles, the Intercontinental Championship, the Undisputed championship, and the tag titles. They each hold their two titles high and proudly into the air.
Phil Latio: They did it! The Intercontinental Champion Drew McIntyre and the Undisputed champion Sheamus have won teh tag titles! They hold all the titles now Don!
Don Chuckles: What a night Phil, this tournament was nothing short of chaotic!
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Sheamus and Drew continue to celebrate with with Cornette, holding their gold with a look of accomplishment on their faces, and the team of Drew and Sheamus embrace in a hug.
All of a sudden, Beno's theme music hits, the titantron seeming to work now, and Drew, Sheamus, and Cornette look out at the stage.
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Phil Latio: What could this be?
The lights begin to flicker on and off as we see Beno! Beno is on the stage and has the old Thy WWE tag team titles in his arms. Beno has a smirk on his face.
Don Chuckles: It’s Beno! Beno is back everyone!
Phil Latio: Good way to ruin this great moment!
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The music fades as Beno with a microphone begins to speak.
Beno: What are you two losers doing with those titles? Don’t you know that Thy WWE already has tag team champions. Don’t you remember when Crisis and I beat POT from these titles a few months ago?
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Beno lifts the titles up in the air as Sheamus replies after he and Drew are handed microphones.
Sheamus: When you left the titles were vacated fella, we EARNED them tonight through honorable battle.
Beno: Clearly. I am here today, but as you see, I have no partner. However, you cannot deny the fact that I have a claim to the titles aswell.
Drew McIntyre: Aye, so how about this laddy. You go and you find yourself a partner, and we'll settle this when you do.
Beno: I'll see you two soon. Oh by the way...why don't we put all four titles on the line, that is...if you aren't cowards...
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Beno smirks, and turns around, walking backstage, Sheamus and Drew look livid, as Cornette tries to calm them down. As our show starts to slowly fade away, we can see the arena big screen come to life and a grinning Dominic Reynolds is shown on the monitor with the Intercontinental Title slung over his shoulder.
Dominic Reynolds: Next week I’m going to show up to Raw with this championship and I plan to walk right into Austin’s office. Now Austin, I know you are either watching or listening to this right now and unless you want your Intercontinental Title to be melted down and made into a lamp, I would definitely suggest you pass the word to make sure that me and my dad get in without any problems.
Don Chuckles: Reynolds is gonna be at Raw next week! This is gonna explode!!
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Our show then ends with Reynolds slapping the title twice and chuckling to himself.
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Post by Sheamus on Jan 7, 2012 10:10:54 GMT -5
Special thanks go out to Josh and Austin for some matches, and everyone who wrote a segment, you know who you are. I appreciate it tons! And thank you to those that RPed, those that didn't, boo.
And yes, I know the pictures make the post a bit wide. Meh!
Final word count: 11766
I appreciated the shows the GMs have put out before, but that appreciation has only grown for the GM team who do this on a weekly basis. Putting everything together isn't as easy as it looks. Hope you enjoy! First show I've ever written, feedback is welcome.
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Post by Dominic Reynolds on Jan 7, 2012 10:11:26 GMT -5
Certainly an undertaking to get this done, new Raw card will be up later after I get my sleep on. Good job Angel. |
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Post by Vince McMahon on Jan 7, 2012 17:33:08 GMT -5
Great show. Congratulations goes out to all the winners. I am excited to see who Beno can pick up as a partner. Austin, I have a half of card ready so I will send it to you and you can either use it and fill in the rest of the matches. But remember, we are trying to book everyone. Not secondary characters but just all the members.
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Post by analisestar on Jan 9, 2012 11:30:38 GMT -5
Damned fine show my friend.
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Post by Beno on Jan 10, 2012 0:26:32 GMT -5
You'll find out muh partner soon enough.
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