Post by Dominic Reynolds on Jan 20, 2012 0:49:59 GMT -5
MONDAY NIGHT RAW
Sheamus' theme hits, and the crowd erupts, getting to their feet. Sheamus stops on the top of the stage, and lifts his arms into the air, causing more cheers. He grins, and strides down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: Please welcome at this time...one half of the tag team champions, and Thy WWE Undisputed Champion...The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!
[/i]Sheamus' theme hits, and the crowd erupts, getting to their feet. Sheamus stops on the top of the stage, and lifts his arms into the air, causing more cheers. He grins, and strides down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: Please welcome at this time...one half of the tag team champions, and Thy WWE Undisputed Champion...The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!
Sheamus climbs into the ring, beating his chest a few times, then holds his fists wide out to his sides. He goes over to the ring ropes, and is handed a microphone. With his Undisputed title around his waist, tag title over his shoulder, and a microphone in hand, he starts to speak, but gets interrupted by the cheering of the crowd. He grins, and plays to the crowd for a moment before lettingrig them grow quiet enough for him to speak.
Sheamus: Now, you all may be wondering why I am out here. Simply put, I have not had a chance to give my thoughts on my opponent at Anarchy, Mister Alex Kendall himself. Ah, what better place to start, then at the beginning of this little story. A few months ago, Alex Kendall had made his intentions clear to embark on a little quest to take over Thy Dolbya Dolbya Eee, preying on our mentally distraught General Manager in order to weasel his way into a share of the company's stock.
Over the months you have seen him pick up victories, albeit against lesser competition, but you cannot argue with his success. With each passing week, he gets closer to his goal of being the majority shareholder, and in the company's desperation, I have been thrown into his path to stop this man. I will be having words with the management about not consulting me first, but that is a matter for later.
The fact of the matter is that I am on a collision course with the man who calls himself the best wrestler in America. Kendall fella, do you really think a handful of wins over medium level talent makes you the best? There is a reason I hold the championship, and as of yet you are unproven. If one were simply to compare our resumes-[/i]
No sooner than the champ has finished that last word, the long whine of Curve's 'Missing Link' echoes throughout the arena, and the crowd immediately responds in a chorus of booing. Enter another champion - SCW Champion, Alex Kendall, dressed in full suit and tie and a grin to match. Caitlyn Callahan follows a pace behind as usual, clipboard in hand. The music quickly dies down as Alex reaches the halfway point of the ramp, raising a microphone to his lips.
Alex Kendall: You know, O'Shaughnessy - it's convenient that you're talking about resumes, and it's a good job you have such credentials, given that you and several others are going to find yourselves unemployed in the near future. What good is a title without anyone to defend it in, right?
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Alex slowly wanders up the ringsteps and onto the apron. Sheamus stares daggers from the ring centre. Enjoying the moment, Kendall takes the title belt from his shoulder, raising it in front of him.
Alex Kendall: I mean, that's all this is, right? I mean, it's not official. SCW's a dead company. I suppose that makes this championship a joke, and that makes me a joke as well, doesn't it? I guess all of the defenses so far don't mean anything, if I'm still unproven. But then, you'd know all about fighting lacklustre talent, wouldn't you, champ? What're we up to - 25 - 30 win streak?
Sounds like enough to make a champion rusty. Might even make them...vulnerable, if they were to get a real opponent all of a sudden.
Sheamus: That piece of tin you have around your shoulder, is not something you earned. You simply took it to prove a rather weak point, fella. This belt I have around my waist? Was earned, and I've proven time and time again I deserve to hold it. If you are looking for something big and dramatic, go ask Undertaker of my worth What you fail to see Kendall, is that holding a belt does not make you champion, it is by your deeds and accomplishments.
Alex Kendall: You're right, maybe I should have followed your example. So if you could point me to someone who's just retained their championship in a 40 minute no-holds-barred match, so I can briskly walk in and attack them when they're already down, I'd be very grateful.
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The crowd boos. It's not clear if they're booing how Sheamus won the title, or Kendall. There's more evidence it's the latter, given that they start chanting 'asshole' a few seconds afterwards.
Alex Kendall: See, that's the real thing that baffles me about you, Sheamus. Not your lack of respect for the business, but this. These people. These people, who so easily forget the things you used to do, and the man you are, and that they would accept - no, embrace that as their champion. You, someone with no competitive instinct, no drive, no ethics or morals or worth as a champion, and yet --they cheer you. Like Saint Patrick himself walking into the building with a barrel of ale for everyone in the building. You, champion of this dying husk of a corporation, of an industry and it's not something I want to understand because you are nothing more than a disturbance. A nuisance, to be cast aside as easily as that first night we met.
Sheamus: I took advantage of an opportunity, when I won the title. There are not many who could honestly say they wouldn't. The fact of the matter fella, is that I had proven I was better than Mister Freeman. Following my title victory, I beat him in a legitimate match....not once, but twice. Ever since I won the title, I've been trying to prove myself, to earn their respect. Well, I finally have.
They can cheer me or boo me if they would like, I still haven't changed one bit. I'm still the same man who debuted here a couple years ago, and started carving out a legacy for myself, through hard work with nobody's help. I don't need other men to do my fighting for me, or have someone throw you off of a stage.
You know...nothing is perfect Kendall. You, like most of the internet smarks out there, always want to find something wrong with the business, and in effect are tearing it down, like you seem to want to do. Well, I happen to like it here, and I won't let you bring my home crumbling down around me, I won't let you put those men, most of whom I don't like, out of a job, because they work hard for for their pay.
Simply put, there are plenty of people who like the product. It is the small majority like you, who do not. And while it may have its imperfections, things can be improved. There is no need to simply tear it down fella. Come Anarchy, I'll prove to you why I am the champion of Thy Dolbya Dolbya Eee.
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The crowd bursts into cheers. Audience member by audience member, a 'Sheamus' chant begins to spread around the arena - but Kendall isn't perturbed by it. In fact, he's grinning.
Alex Kendall: They work hard?
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Kendall starts laughing to himself, climbing in through the middle rope. Callahan stays put where she is, at a safe distance on the ringsteps.
Alex Kendall: They clearly don't work hard enough, else I wouldn't be here. That's the problem with people in this company, O'Shaughnessy. No drive. No ambition. No talent. Maybe that's the reason you like it here, maybe you enjoy sitting on the top of the mountain, watching pointless figures come up and being the biggest fish in a fast evaporating pond. And that's why we've got to this position.
Where it has nothing to do with contenderships or championships or goals but simply an ends to a means. This company has no one else. Senn, Reynolds - even your good friend McIntyre, none of them can even compete with me. That's why they've put me against you. Not because you're the champion. not because you're the company's knight in shining armor but because you're the only one left.
And then we have you. You've beaten Freeman. You've beaten Helmsley. Senn. Undertaker. Everyone there is to beat, for an entire year, no one in this company being good enough, and then we get to this point - where I am the only one who can match you, and everyone else is so far down on the ladder in comparison it's a miracle they're on the first rung.
It's just us, O'Shaughnessy. Just us in the entire company. Don't you find that just a little bit sad? You don't think that maybe, a company like this that prides itself on being the biggest, on hiring the elite, is in such a sad state that it wouldn't be better off with me putting a boltgun in the back of the neck?
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The smile is long gone. The furious Kendall steps forward, spitting at Sheamus' feet to the awe of the crowd. The champ's fist tightens, but he does nothing - for now.
Alex Kendall: You've been sitting on your golden throne for so long you haven't even noticed the kingdom suffocating in the filth, and when I forcefully drag you down and make you one of the masses again, you'll take a good look around and realise that I was right. And you'll -thank- me for taking your championship, and you'll -thank- me for making you look elsewhere because Thy WWE sucks.[/i]
Kendall lets the words stew. Staring the champion down for a brief moment, he turns about face, stepping through the middle rope and beginning to head down the ramp. Sheamus frowns for a bit, contemplating Kendall's words for a moment, raising the microphone to his lips, but reconsiders, dropping the microphone as we head to a commercial break.
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Match 1: Teatly vs. Jakob Alexander vs. Wade Barrett
Phil Latio: Well Don, we have a triple threat match up to start of RAW. I am excited to witness the new superstar Jakob Alexander in action.
Don Chuckles: Thy WWE was hit with a bunch of new talent lately. And a few of them are booked tonight! I can’t wait.
Phil Latio: I am going to say Wade Barrett wins this one Don. I am not feeling Teatly and I don’t know what this new kid can bring to the table..
Don Chuckles: Well we are going to find out in a few seconds. Now shut up, the match is about to begin.
Put Your Balls on it by Death! Death! Die! hits as Captain Teatly walks onto the stage pauses for a moment to soak in the fan's cheering then runs down towards the ring slapping the hands of fans and slides into the ring. Teatly then get's up and teabags the closest turnbuckle as he jumps down his music cuts.
Phil Latio: This Teatly kid is such a weirdo sometimes. I like his attitude though. He comes to work each week even though he isn’t in a title picture.
Can’t be touched begins to play from the P.A system as the new comer Alexander comes walking onto the stage. The fans give him a good reaction, many cheers. Jakob walks down the ring and slides into it. He stares at Teatly as he stands into his corner waiting for the next competitor.
Don Chuckles: This newbie seems very confident and that is a good thing around here in Thy WWE. If you aren’t confident then you should just leave now.
Phil Latio: When we come back from commercial, this match will be on its way.
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Don Chuckles: Welcome back, you didn’t miss much. Wade Barrett took a good minute just to get to the ring.
Phil Latio: Ha, I guess but lets go to the ring where the match is about to begin,
Inside of the ring, the ref calls for the bell, starting the match.
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Wade and Jakob look at Teatly at the same time. Jakob not knowing better went towards Teatly but from the side Wade connects with a running clothesline on Jakob, knocking him down. Teatly looks at Barrett and kicks him in the mid-section. Teatly goes for a neck breaker but Wade uses his weight to stop it and reverses the move and connects with his own neck breaker on Teatly.
Wade goes for the quick win by pinning Teatly.
1.……Kickout!
Wade lifts Teatly to his feet and looks into his eyes for a moment… Then he slaps the taste out of his mouth!
Don Chuckles: Ohhhhhh! That was a low class slap from a high class man!
Phil Latio: And it’s moves like that that get him in trouble every time, he motivates his opponent to want to beat him just that much more!
Wade irish whips Teatly and out of nowhere Jakob catches Teatly in his tracks and connects with a jumping drop kick. Teatly falls and Jakob is now back on his feet. Wade reaches for Jakob but Jakob moves out of the way and kicks Wade in the gut.
Don Chuckles: Nice quickness shown by Jakob Alexander!
Alexander gains advantage with a well placed leg to the quads of Wade, taking him down. Jakob seizes the chance and begins to keep the big man on an uneven footing. Whenever Barrett looks to be getting to his feet, Jakob lashes out with a kick to the back of the legs.
Or an elbow to the spine.
Alexander continues this domination until, from nowhere, Teatly charges at Jakob and brings him down with a spear right into the turnbuckle, whiplashing Jakob.
Phil Latio: Teatly is still in this Don. Take your eyes off of him and you might just lose the match.
Don Chuckles: Wade Barrett is the biggest man in the ring and he finds himself on the ground in pain!
Teatly picks up Jakob and places him the the turnbuckle. Climbing up with him Teatly places him in a suplex. The fans are on their feet as Teatly is about to super plex the newcomer Jakob Alexander.
Phil Latio: This could be dangerous Don!
Don Chuckles: No shit.
But out of nowhere, Wade Barrett rushes at both of them. Placing Teatly on his shoulders and falls backwards. Tealty hit’s the ground and does Jakob Alexander. Jakob could had broken his neck!
Wade places his right arm over the knocked out Teatly and looks for the three.
The ref counts….1.…………….2.……………..3!!!!
Steve Cruise: Winner of this match….Wade Barrett!
We see Barrett celebrate as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Returning from commercial break, we can see that we are in the backstage parking lot watching a car pull into the parking lot. Out of it comes a somber faced Christian Knight who quickly gets approached by Thy WWE backstage interviewer Burris Troy. But despite Burris’s attempts to get some words, Knight shows no interest in saying anything as he simply pushes his way past Burris Troy and walks into the arena. The shot then quickly goes to ringside to adjust where we can see the three man announcer team.
Phil Latio: Good night of wrestling so far, impressive debut from Wade Barrett.
Don Chuckles: It’s just getting started though boys, we still have a lot more wrestling in store.
Julian Chichy: Wake me when the real stars come out!
“I Believe” by Creed blasts out over the arena speakers and we can see the fans roar in approval and admiration as Kenneth Walker walks out onto the stage and briskly makes his way down to ringside before rolling inside. We can see Ken get a microphone and motion for his music to be cut off; it is, but as Ken lifts the microphone up and tries to speak he is stopped by an arena wide round of applause and a chant of “Thank you Ken” that has started. The showing of love from the crowd causes Ken to grin and nod for a moment, but he gathers himself fast and begins to speak.
Kenneth Walker: I’ve been doing this for a long time and that still chokes me up every time I walk out here.
The applause and cheers continue.
Kenneth Walker: I’ve had a long career; I’ve been in wars with some of the best men that this business has ever seen. I’ve gotten my ass kicked, I’ve kicked ass, done it all ten times over. But this time was different, at first I wasn’t able to put my finger on it, but spending several weeks in the hospital after Wrestlemania gave me time to figure it out. I was trying to do the right thing that night, I was trying to prevent another man from making the same mistakes that I did and living the same tortures that I have had to endure. But it appears that he did not take my message the way I had intended. Rather than come and find me and talk things out like a man, he instead chose to wage a personal war against me when he knew I was in the hospital. For weeks I watched him attack my character, my career and everything I have stood for. Those transgressions I could have let go, those I could have simply dismissed as the hurtful rants of a misguided man. But then he took it a step further, then he decided to wage a war against my family. That was the line that was when I knew that things instantly became personal. Last week you almost laid your hands on the mother of my children Christian that was a big mistake. You wanted a fight with me at Anarchy and you are going to get one, but I’m telling you right now Christian, I’m not going to wait until the pay per view. I’m going to find you tonight and I’m going to knock your block off, I will tear this entire arena down if I need be Christian.
Dropping the microphone we can see Kenneth exit the ring and head towards the backstage area. The shot then goes to the ringside announcers.
Julian Chichy: Old man is going to get his ass kicked.
Don Chuckles: I wouldn’t be so sure Julian.
Phil Latio: More order on display, showing General Manager Starr’s tight grip on this show.
Our show then goes to a commercial break.
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Match 2: Open Invitational Divas Battle Royal
As we come back from commercial break, we see all four ladies in opposite corners of the ring. As the official signals for the bell, we see Layla charge at Chelsea and take her down to the ground. Across the ring, Maryse and Lyara are exchanging hooks in the far turnbuckle. Maryse gains the upper hand as she claws at Lyara’s face and rams knee after knee into her midsection, dropping the former Diva’s champion. Layla slams Chelsea’s head to the mat hard before noticing her cousin in trouble. As he makes her way over to Maryse, Maryse sends an elbow her way. Layla lets out a howl of pain as blood begins to trickle down her nose. Enraged, she grabs two handfuls of Maryse’s hair spins her around and slams her face first into the mat. Almost immediately, she picks Maryse up and hurls her over the top rope!
Yet Maryse somehow hangs on and wraps herself around the top rope. Lyara and Layla attempt to knock Maryse off, both of them laying into her with hooks and kicks. Chelsea makes her way over to the combatants and clubs Layla in the back and tosses her to the mat. Chelsea and Lyara immediately begin exchanging lefts and rights while Maryse scampers back into the ring. Maryse kicks Layla into the midsection and pulls her up to her knees before immediately dropping her with a nasty looking DDT. She hoists Layla up from the grown and throws her over the top rope and onto the floor.
ELIMINATED: LAYLA
Maryse joins in the fray teaming up with Chelsea in order to eliminate Lyara. They back her against the ropes and both begin lifting and trying to force her out. Lyara begins to fight back, punching her way out of the predicament. Lyara kicks Chelsea away before Maryse charges and is sent flying over the top rope and onto the floor.
ELIMINATED: MARYSE
Suddenly, Chelsea sends Lyara flying over the top rope with a wicked roundhouse kick! The bell sounds as the official Raises Chelsea’s hand in victory.
Ringside Announcer: Here is your winner…Chelsea Westbrook!
Speak For Myself hits as Chelsea begins to celebrate her first official win in Thy WWE, the show then goes to another commercial break.
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RAW comes back from the commercial break and we see Jacob Senn backstage at the interview area with Burris Troy.
Burris Troy:
Tonight you have a big match ahead of you. You are to face the SCW World Champion and number one contender to the ThyWWE Unified World Championship, Alex Kendall and The Rock. What is this match to you?
Jacob Senn:
Tonight, Burris, is a night that I need to step it up. I have been on a recent loss streak and I need this win. Tonight means that not only willl I be able to take out that cancer known as Kendall, but it also means that I have defeated the number one contender to that ThyWWE World Championship. Tonight is a perfect opportunity for me to get back in the limelight and be back to the professional wrestler I was around here.
Burris Troy:
Now, the last time you two faced off, Kendall was the one who won that time. Do you feel that it will happen again?
Jacob Senn:
Burris, out of all the questions you could of asked me you ask that question? Are you mental? You should know that I do not think it will happen again. You should already know by now that I am going to be the one that walks out of the ring with my arm raised high and a big win to my name. Of course, I do not think Kendall will get the win over me.
Burris Troy:
Alright, why do you feel that you are the future of this company?
Jacob Senn:
At least you rebounded with a good question this time. I feel that I am the future of this company because I have something that a lot of these wrestlers do not have: prue passion, heart, and determination. I never give up when it comes to being in the middle in that ring. I have my moments where I shine and I have my moments when a go down like a plane crash. But, I put a smile on my face to entertain this crowd that spends their hard-earned cash just to see me. I know that someday, maybe not today, tomorrow, next month, or next year, but I will be the ThyWWE Unified World Champion and that is a fact.
Burris Troy:
What makes you feel like you are better than every wrestler in the back other than you passion, heart, and determination?
Jacob Senn:
Other than what I just stated to you? Well, I feel my ability to know when to take a risk and how much to take it makes me different from the rest. A lot of these wrestlers will not even try to go high risk. Some will go, but feel they need to rarely do it. I will take any reasonable opportunity I can to win the match. Even though I am all about entertaining the crowd, I am smart and know when to take them. I am not like some wrestlers and do it every single time where my opponent will expect it. I try and balance it out. So, that is what makes me better than the rest, being more opportunistic and more logical.
Burris Troy:
Alright, week after week you continue to try and push through the proverbial glass ceiling. But, every time you have never had that one burst of momentum to that quite yet. How does it feel for that to happen week after week?
Jacob Senn:
You know what, I am not going to lie to you. Week after week of losing does not feel great. But, I am going to get that momentum tonight that I need. I am going to hold that world championship belt even if I have to make sure that Kendall won't be able to make it.
:You are going to need that type of attitude if you want to be able to take on Kendall tonight.
Jacob Senn:
Mr. McMahon? What are you doing here? Burris, this interview is over.
Vince McMahon:
I am here to wish you luck in your big match tonight. You know how bad me and your General Manager want him gone. We fully support you in this match and hope you can pick up that momentum you are looking for.
Jacob Senn:
Well, it is an honor hearing that from you, McMahon. That man gets on my nerves trying to bring that cancer into this company. I will win and prove I am the future.
Vince McMahon:
Good, Jacob. Because if you can beat him, there might be a little reward for you. Just do your job, pick up the win, and we will talk later. I will see you afterwards.
Vince and Jacob shake hands and Vince heads back to his office while Jacob heads to the locker room.
Match 3: Njord Huscarl vs. K. Orton
We come back to a commercial break to see K. Orton and a very large man standing in opposite corners. The ring announcer holds the microphone up to her lips.
Ring Announcer: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall. In the corner to my right, weighing in at 245 pounds, from Newark, New Jersey....The Prodigy, Kurt Jamal Orton!
Don Chuckles: Why does he call himself Prodigy, Phil?
Phil Latio: I have no idea Don, maybe Burris can interview him on that.
And in the corner to my left, weighing in at 280 pounds...Njord Huscarl!
Don Chuckles: New blood here in Thy WWE, should be interesting to see what he can do
Phil Latio: Look at the size of that man...I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley
Don Chuckles: What exactly would you be doing in a dark alley? On second thought, nevermind
DING DING DING!!
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After signalling for the bell, the referee took a few steps back out of the way of the competitors. K.Orton goes to tie up in the middle of the ring, and Njord looks at him in confusion, and simply drops him with a straight punch to the face. Orton gets to his feet, clearly agitated, then lifts a hand into the air, for a test of strength. Njord obliges him and the two lock one hand, then a second. It is not long before Njord has KO's wrists bent backwards, and he follows it up with a headbutt to the face. Njord brings him to his feet and drives him into the corner, beginning to unleash a flurry of rights and lefts. Njord takes the dazed Orton and grabs him by the head, tossing him from the corner to the center of the ring.
Don Chuckles: Wow, look at the pure, raw strength of Njord, he is man handling him.
Phil Latio: I sure wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley-
Don Chuckles: Oh shut up.
Njord moves to pursue, but KO sidesteps and takes him down with a toe drophold. Njord gets to his feet, but KO had already leaped into the air, and he times it perfectly, dropkicking Njord in the chest, and only manages to stagger him. KO runs, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a flying body press, but Njord catches him. He begins to lift KO up, but KO rotates his body and drops the big man with a tornado DDT, going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
KO brings Njord to his feet and tries to kick him, but gets his boot caught by the larger opponent. Hopping on one foot, KO jumps into the air and hits him with an enziguiri, followed by another pin, and a kickout. Njord gets to his feet, and whips KO to the ropes, but KO hits a spinning wheel kick off the rebound. Again KO runs to the ropes as Njord gets up, but he is ready this time, and catches KO with a huge boot to the face that takes him down. He picks up KO, who lashes out at him with multiple punches, that hardly seem to faze the big man. He simply smiles at KO, who tries to whip Njord to the ropes. Njord plants his feet, and doesn't budge, grinning and whipping KO to the ropes. Orton bounces off, and Njord turns in a circle, bringing his elbow to bear against his face.
Again Njord brings KO to his feet, and again throws him to the ropes. This time, KO leaps into the air and takes him down with a hurricanrana, followed by a standing moonsault. Njord gets to his feet, but KO knees him in the gut, then follows through with a verticle suplex. KO raises his hand into the air, calling for his finisher. Njord gets to his feet, and KO rushes him with a hurricanrana, attempting to turn it into a DDT, but Njord grabs a hold of his legs with a mighty grip, and summarily drops him with a huge powerbomb that shakes the ring. Njord follows up with a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner..Njord Huscarl!
Don Chuckles: Impressive victory here for the newcomer Njord
Phil Latio: He seems a bit new to wrestling, but I think he gets the picture. If he continues this, and starts to learn some more moves...Thy WWE will have a serious contender here in Mister Huscarl.
Njord's arm is raised into the air, and he briefly celebrates, before giving a sort of salute, beating his chest to KO in a sign of respect. With a nod of the head, he exits the ring and we head to a commercial break.
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Coming back from the commercial break, we can see Ken walking backstage looking for Christian Knight. Coming around a corner into the food service area, we can see Ken spot Christian who is casually sipping on a beverage in a cup. Once Christian spots Ken though, he drops the beverage on the ground and the two of them charge one another. We see Ken and Christian start to fight with neither of them really having an advantage over the other. Until Ken blocks a Christian left, thumbs him in the eye and then smacks his head off a steel door. Ken then starts to overwhelm Christian, but the comeuppance is short lived as arena staff and officials swarm the scene to break them up. Pulling Ken off of Christian and restraining him, we can see Knight get helped back to his feet and simply smile at Ken. Ken is screaming to be let go as Knight simply breaks away and charges once more at Ken. For a moment we see Knight overwhelm Ken as the staff had him restrained, but Ken breaks away and the fight continues. A camera man gets knocked to the ground in the ensuing melee and we hear the announcers pipe in as even more crew members and officials come into the picture.
Don Chuckles: We have to take a break ladies and gentleman; order will be restored, hopefully, when we come back.
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Match 4: Jamine Creed vs. Angellus
*The Scene comes back from a commercial and we see both competitors in the ring*
As the match starts Jamine walks across the ring Angellus rakes the eyes of Jamine. Then he backs the cheap shot up with a pair of right hands. Jamine reels slightly. He throws another right but it is blocked by Angellus who fires rights of his own pushing Angellus back into the corner. Jamine slams his head backwards into the turnbuckle. Angellus falls but gets back to his feet quickly. Jamine picks him up but Angellus fires a flurry elbows into the midsection knocking the big man back. Angellus then levels him with a clothesline that backs him up into the ropes. Angellus drives knees into the midsection of Angellus then whips him across the ring into the ropes and charges but Jamine lifts his foot and stops him with a big boot.
Don Chuckles: What a move by Angellus simply known as Jamine!
Phil Latio: This match has been back and fourth right from the beginning.
Jamine runs over and drops an elbow on the downed Angellus. Jamine sits on Angellus and starts landing lefts and rights into the face of the stunned Angellus. Angelus grabs Jamine with his legs and manages to flip out of it. Jamine rolls out of it and on to his feet only to receive a standing drop kick from Angellus. Jamine falls back into the corner. Angellus spears Jamine into the corner. Jamine crumbles to the floor. Angellus picks up Jamine and goes for a snap suplex. He gets him over and down. Jamine back to his feet quickly as Angellus gets to his feet slightly slower. Jamine hits Angellus with a cheap shot with a poke of the eyes. He picks Angellus up and tries to squeeze the air out of him with a bear hug. Jamine cinches it in as Angellus leans back in pain.
Don Chuckles: Well it looks as if Jamine is trying to take control here. He is definitely going for the advantage with this move.
Phil Latio: Jamine is trying to take away Angellus’ energy.
Jamine tightens his arms as the referee comes closer to see the state of Angellus. The ref lifts Angellus arm once and it falls. He lifts the arm again and it falls. He lifts the arm a third time, it falls all the way down but it begins to shake as it nears the bottom of it fall. The ref shakes it off. Angellus begins to get up but as he does Jamine runs Angellus into the corner and nails him into the turnbuckle. Angellus collapses into the corner and looks happy to be able to breathe as Jamine picks him up off the mat. He hammers him down with DDT. He picks him up again and goes for a suplex but Angellus blocks it and nails Jamine with twisting DDT of his own!
Don Chuckles: Angellus may be down but he isn’t out of here!
Phil Latio: This match is NOT over.
Jamine is to his feet first. Angellus struggles to his feet as Jamine runs over with a barrage of right hands. Jamine picks him up and goes over the shoulder with a powerslam. He lifts the leg and goes for the pin. 1…2… kickout by Angellus. Jamine rolls off of him as Angellus uses his arms to get back to his feet. Jamine goes towards Angellus who meets him square in the head with an elbow. Angellus gets behind Jamine and puts him in a chin lock. Angellus tries to work him towards the ground but Angellus won’t budge. Jamine drives a few elbows to the gut of Angellus and he gives up the hold but quickly hits Jamine with a bulldog.
Jamine throws an arm over Angellus. 1…2…Kickout! Jamine pounds the mat in frustration. Jamine slowly gets to his feet and picks up the lifeless Angellus. Suddenly with a burst of energy Angellus starts to fight back and hit Jamine with a left and a few rights, and delivers a big clothesline… Angellus runs over and slides in for the pin on Jamine… 1…2...Jamine flips Angellus over and goes for a pin of his own holding both of Angellus’ legs up. 1…2…3…
Winner: Jamine Creed
Don Chuckles: I’d say this was settled guys.
Phil Latio: Time to hang it up Angellus.
Our show then goes to a commercial break.
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Coming back from the commercial break we once again see General Manager Starr in the ring.
General Manager Starr: As of right now, I have something else to deal with. Dom, I know you’re here, I know you have property that doesn’t belong to you; get out here now and we are going to squash this once and for all.
“Let It Bleed” by Linkin Park blasts out over the speakers as we can see Dominic Reynolds make his way onto the stage dragging the stolen Intercontinental Title with him. Instead of the cheers, we actually see several fans in the arena boo Dominic as he starts to walk down to the ring. Some would call Dominic’s actions reprehensible as of late, but others would see it as a man simply doing what he felt like he had to do. Either way you see it, the reaction from the arena fans seems to do nothing to take away from the stone cold stare that Reynolds and General Manager Starr are sharing. Getting inside the ring, we can see Reynolds defiantly sling the Intercontinental Title on his shoulders as the mixed reaction from the arena fans continues. Gesturing to ringside, he gets tossed a microphone as Austin speaks first.
General Manager Starr: How’s unemployment been treatin you Dom?
Dominic Reynolds: Cut the crap Austin. You and I both know why I’m here.
General Manager Starr: Fair enough. Explain something to me Dominic, why should I even give a second thought to the idea of reinstating you. You proved to be nothing more than a colossal disappointment here during your first run, despite having all the momentum and opportunities on your side. And as far as your post-employment antics as of late, including your little port-a-potty stunt. You can call it a quest for justice, but honestly all I see it as is a grown man throwing a fit like a small child. You’re pathetic Dom!
We see Reynolds start to respond, but is cut off by the music of the true Intercontinental Champion blast out as Drew McIntyre comes out onto the top of the stage. As “Broken Dreams” by Shaman’s Harvest plays, we see the fans boo Drew as he walks down to the ring sans Jim Cornette. Getting inside of the ring we can see Drew snatch the microphone from General Manager Starr’s hand and quickly comes nose to nose with Reynolds, who also is not backing down.
Drew McIntyre: Aye! Did I kick yer ass too hard last week Starr? Did I knock away whatever bit of common sense and logic that ye had left?
General Manager Starr’s eyes narrow as he looks at Drew and Dominic who are trash talking one another in the center of the ring.
General Manager Starr: I warned you last week Drew that your actions would have repercussions. I could fire you right now and have you tossed out of my building on your ass, but honestly that wouldn’t be satisfying for me. I’m going to hit you where it hurts the most Drew, and that is here in this ring. So I am going to announce a match, a match where we will see you, Drew McIntyre take on the newly reinstated Dominic Reynolds.
Loud cheer from the fans at this, but it doesn’t look like General Manager Starr is done.
General Manager Starr: AND Jacob Senn in a triple threat match with the Intercontinental Title on the line. The former champ never attained his mandatory rematch, and to be honest Drew, seeing you sweat for the next ten days is just going to be amusing. Good luck champ; and remember to never again cross the boss.
We see Reynolds step back and simply chuckle as he drops the Intercontinental Title at Drew’s feet. We see our champion is furious, loudly screaming at General Manager Starr how he can’t do this. Starr just turns his back and exits the ring while Reynolds continues to chuckle at the monumental match that was just made and Drew’s subsequent reaction.
Don Chuckles: Oh my god this is huge. We are going to see Drew defend his Intercontinental Title against not just Reynolds, but also against the former champion Jacob Senn.
Julian Chichy: How in anyway is this fair you two? Drew got his belt stolen from him and now he has to defend his title at the PPV against not just that crook Reynolds, but Jacob Senn as well.
Don Chuckles: I guess you weren’t watching when Drew attacked General Manager Starr last week?
Phil Latio: I think he just did what we all wished we could do.
As the show goes to a commercial break, we can see Drew take his championship and exit the ring, fuming up the ramp the entire way.
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Match 5: Danny Daniels vs. Dolph Ziggler vs. Kane
Coming back from the break we can already see newcomers Danny Daniels, Dolph Ziggler and Kane all standing in the ring. Last week we saw Kane cause destruction in the newcomer challenge, now he gets the chance to take it even further this week. The official rings the bell and starts this match and we can see Daniels and Dolph stare at each other and almost fight, but they seem to nod and make some kind of temporary truce. But that truce ends up being short lived as we see Kane kick Daniels in the face with a big boot and knock him down to the mat. Kane then undercuts Dolph with enough force to send him flying into a corner. Grabbing Daniels and lifting him back to his feet we see Kane get immediately pounced on by Dolph who mounts the back of Kane and cinches in a tight looking sleeper hold. Daniels then kicks Kane hard twice in the stomach; the shots combined with the sleeper bring Kane down to a knee and we see Dolph let go and float over as he hooks Kane’s head and neck and gets in what looks like suplex position. Daniels then joins him and we see Kane fight it at first, but Dolph and Daniels are able to lift Kane over and slam him into the mat with a vertical suplex.
Don Chuckles: The two smaller men are doing the sound and smart thing here in going after the much larger Kane.
Phil Latio: They need to keep at it though.
Julian Chichy: One on one they would lose.
Showing some surprisingly impressive teamwork and athleticism we can see Dolph and Daniels continue the attack as Daniels drop kicks Kane low in the knee as he was trying to get back to his feet, we see Dolph bounce off the ropes and go to kick Kane, but he gets grabbed by the throat. Kane then stands up to his feet and we see Daniels simply stand by and chuckle as Kane lifts Dolph up and slams him into the mat with a chokeslam. As Kane steps forward, we see Daniels pounce, but he also gets grabbed by the throat. Kane then spikes Daniels into the mat with another chokeslam. Rather than going for a pin though, we see Kane simply raise his arms in the air and lower them as red fire shoots out from the ringside poles. Kane then exits the ring and starts to walk up the ramp as the official hollers for him to come back. When Kane doesn’t listen and disappears behind the curtain, he turns back towards the ring and simply shrugs it off as we see Dolph pull himself up to his feet and gingerly walk over towards Daniels. But as he approaches Daniels we see him get caught in a roll up and the referee slides to make the count—1…2…NO! Dolph kicks out. Daniels then picks up Dolph to do further damage, but then in a surprising moment, we see Dolph hit Daniels low, spin behind him and plant him into the mat with the Zig Zag. Dolph gets on top of Daniels and quickly goes for the cover—1…2…3! Dolph Ziggler wins the match, but I know this isn’t going to be over with Danny Daniels.
Winner: Dolph Ziggler in 7:30 via Zig Zag.
Don Chuckles: My gut tells me that Daniels is going to be looking for retribution.
We see Dolph celebrate up the ramp as the show goes to a commercial break.
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Match 6: The Losers vs. Zak Shields/Rob Terry
RAW comes back from commercial as we begin the tag team match of the night.
Don Chuckles: Whoa, here comes the new tag team of Zak Shields and "The Freak" Rob Terry! It must be time for the big tag team match.
Phil Latio: About time!! This is going to be an exciting match!!
The two Britians walk out with Layla right behind them. They are taunting snobbishly and showing off to the fans. After walking into the ring, they taunt one more time on the turnbuckles and wait for their opponents.
Steve Cruise: Introducing first, they are managed by Layla. They are the team of Zak Shields and "The Freak" Rob Terry, The British Takeover!
The theme song of The Loser's hits the speakers and we see these two run out. They do their signature taunt and run into the ring. They go to the turnbuckle and taunt. They jump back down and wait for the bell to ring to begin the match.
Steve Cruise: Their opponents, they are the team of Kid Genius and Tony Mann. They are The Losers!
Don Chuckles: This feeling in the air, is just unreal.
Phil Latio: It's amazing...
Kid Genius and Zak Shields start things off as the other two men look on from their respective corners. Shields waste no time going after Genius, who ducks under the attempted attack before leaping up and nailing a dropkick.
Don Chuckles: What a move by Genius!
Rob Terry tries to get into the ring before the referee can stop him but Genius is ready as he lands a kick to the head out of nowhere.
Phil Latio: Whoa, maybe he's just showing off?
Genius turns towards Shields and lifts him up to his shoulders.
Don Chuckles: He's going for the Cradle Shock!!!
Phil Latio: Already!?!
Before Genius can even think about it, Terry comes out of nowhere as he nearly clotheslines Genius head off. Genius crumbles to the mat as Terry taunts the crowd before walking back to his corner.
Phil Latio: This has been unreal and the match just started!
Both men are slowly but surely crawling towards their partners. Terry is the first to be tagged in but Genius just barely touches Mann's hand as he climbs into the ring. Neither man seems willing to back down as they quickly walk towards each other before striking with a kick to the mid-section.
Don Chuckles: Seems like both men are trying to gain the upper-hand quickly.
Before Mann can attempt another move, Terry bum-rushes him into a corner and makes sure to drive a knee deep into his ribs before backing away.
Phil Latio: That did not look pleasant.
Mann explodes out of the corner or at least tries to but Terry catches hold of him before lifting him high into the air before slamming him down with authority.
Don Chuckles: Bawh God, that might have broken Mann in half!!
Terry quickly hooks a leg for the pin attempt.
One....
Two...
Thr..Kickout!
Phil Latio: It's not over yet, Don.
Terry is clearly stunned as he looks down at Mann before standing up to his feet. He looks over at Shields, who is chopping at the teeth to get the chance to beat them and Terry tags in Shields.
Don Chuckles: Such the opportunist.
Shields reaches down and tries to lift Mann up but receives a stiff uppercut for his troubles. Terry tries to play interference yet again but Genius is ready as he beats Terry to the punch and nails the Pele after ducking under his attempted clothesline. With all the action going on, no one seems to notice Shields pull out a pair of brass knuckles. Mann is trying to figure out what is going on as he turns around and Shields swings and misses. Mann quickly lands a short elbow to his temple, causing the brass knuckles to drop to the mat. Mann looks down at them and looks around the arena.
Don Chuckles: Well, we know what he is thinking right now.
Phil Latio: It's fair, he's not even the one who brought them out here!
Mann shakes his head as he kicks the brass knuckles out of the ring and quickly grabs Shields.
Don Chuckles: The Punchline!
Mann rolls Shields over, who is clearly out cold. He looks down and lets out a deep sigh before quickly standing up and lightly tagging Genius on the shoulder.
Phil Latio: What the heck? Why the tag?
Genius tilts his head and is clearly confused but has no time to waste as he leaps up on the turnbuckle.
Don Chuckles: Oh boy, here we go!!
Phil Latio: Acid Drop!
Genius hooks the leg of Shields as Mann goes after Rob Terry to try and make sure Genius gets the pin.
One...
Two...
Three!
Don Chuckles: They won! But what does this mean about the tag team championships future contenders!?!
Phil Latio: I don't know, but I can not wait to find out.
Our show then goes to a commercial break.
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Match 7: Drew McIntyre vs. Beno
We come back from a commercial break to see the ring announcer standing in the middle of the ring.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights dim Beno's theme blares throughout the arena. Beno then walks onto the stage.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, weighing in at 264 pounds...please welcome back The one and only...Beno!
He poses for a moment as red and gold pyros shoot off. He cocks a smirk as he begins walking to the ring. He slides into the ring and ascends the turnbuckle with arms held high.
Don Chuckles: Beno making his return here tonight, and he looks to be in great shape Phil
Phil Latio: I don't think ring rust will be an issue here tonight, but we'll see!
As Beno is stepping down from the turnbuckles, Drew McIntyre's theme hits.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, from Ayr, Scotland....The Chosen One...Drew McIntyre!
Drew McIntyre walks out onto the stage about twenty four seconds into the song, followed by Jim Cornette and Sheamus. We can see Drew still looks visibly pissed from the huge match announced by General Manager Starr earlier tonight, the three of them walk down to the ring slowly, but steadily.
Don Chuckles: What is Sheamus doing here?
Phil Latio: Well, from what I have heard, he is there just in case Dominic Reynolds decides to make an appearance after the events of earlier.
Drew gives a little cocky grin, patting the tag team championship on his shoulder, and adjusting the Intercontinental title around his waist. He locks his eyes on Beno, and walks down to the ring with a confident stride. He hands his titles to Cornette, then slides into the ring. Him and Beno come face to face, exchanging a few insults and threats.
Don Chuckles: Things are certainly heated between these two
Phil Latio: And it should make for a good match Don
The referee orders both back to their respective corners, and then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
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Drew and Beno both go straight to the center of the ring where they tie up. Beno slips down and behind Drew, picking him up and slamming him down on his stomach to the mat. He slips around and applies a front facelock on Drew. Drew manages to get to his feet, but Beno keeps the hold, and knees Drew in the stomach repeatedly, before releasing the hold, running to the ropes, and hitting Drew with a swinging neckbreaker. Beno smirks and spreads his arms wide, showboating. Drew gets to his feet, and as Beno turns around, he runs forward with a big boot, but Beno surges forward, trapping Drew's leg on his shoulder, grabbing him and throwing him overhead with a capture suplex.
Don Chuckles: Well, there is no ring rust at all here!
Phil Latio: An impressive start for Beno over the undefeated Intercontinental Champion, lets see if Drew can rebound from this early setback.
Beno brings McIntyre to his feet, whips him to the ropes, and catches Drew as he comes rebounding off, lifting him into the air and turning a half circle, planting him with a double A spinebuster. He goes for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
The referee notices Beno's feet on the ropes, and admonises him. Beno simply grins, holding his hands up in mock innocence. He picks up McIntyre, and gets a quick, sharp thumb to the eye, followed by a standing dropkick.
Don Chuckles: Why do I get the feeling that this match is going to be as dirty as your dark alley experiences Phil?
Phil Latio: Shut up Don.
Beno gets to his feet, and Drew immediately wraps his arms around him, and throws him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Now it is Drew's turn to showboat, holding his arms out wide with a smirk. Beno gets to his feet, and Drew swings at him, and Beno ducks, slipping behind Drew and grabbing him around the waist for a german suplex. The referee seems however to miss the upraised leg from behind in classic Ric Flair style, low blowing his opponent. Beno holds his groin in pain, and Drew bounces off the ropes, runs forward and gives Beno a swinging neckbreaker, followed by a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Drew shrugs and gets to his feet, lifting Beno's leg and dropping two consecutive elbows on it. Once he brings him to his feet, McIntyre whips him to the corner, and charges in, but Beno lifts his foot into the air, hitting Drew square in the jaw and staggering him. Beno hops onto the second rope and jumps off with a double axehandle, but Drew moves out of the way and catches him with a fist to the gut, doubling him over. McIntyre runs forward and plants Beno with a bulldog, and goes for the cover, but Beno kicks out. Drew picks up Beno and goes to whip him to the corner, but Beno reverses, sending Drew to crash hard into the turnbuckles. Beno runs forward and spears Drew into the corner, then lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Beno climbs aswell, and sets him up for what looks to be a superplex, but McIntyre headbutts him repeatedly until Beno falls down to the mat. McIntyre grins, seeing his opportuntiy, and leaps off the top rope with a flying headbutt, but at the last moment Beno rolls out of the way.
Don Chuckles: Ouch!
Phil Latio: This could be a turning point in the match!
Beno gets to his feet and picks up a groggy Drew McIntyre, picking him up, moving to the corner, and dropping McIntyre face first into the turnbuckles, giving him a good old fashioned snake eyes, then quickly rolls him up. McIntyre kicks out at two and a half, and Beno argues with the referee about the call, who does not budge in his stance. Beno grumbles and picks up McIntyre, putting him back into the corner and nailing him with a few hard rights. He grabs his arm and pulls him forward, lashing out with a hard lariat, but McIntyre ducks, managing to switch the grip on the arm, and brings the arm behind Beno in a hammerlock. Before Beno can respond, McIntyre uses his other arm to lift Beno, and hits a nasty backbreaker with his arm behind his back. Not letting him fall to the mat, he picks him up again, and hits a back suplex, and quickly covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Phil Latio: A near fall there
Don Chuckles: Indeed, this has been a very back and forth match. One big move could sway the momentum in their favor.
McIntyre picks up Beno, but Beno immediately puts his shoulder in McIntyre's stomach, and lifts him up and over with a northern lights suplex, bridging over into a pin, but McIntyre kicks out at two and a half, another near fall. Beno picks up Drew, grabs him by the hair and runs, tossing him over the top rope, then raises his arms, taunting the crowd. McIntyre gets to his feet near the ring apron, and Beno reaches over to grab his hair, but McIntyre gets hold of the arm and stun guns it across the ropes. Beno falls to his back and McIntyre grabs him by the legs, dragging him over to the ring post. He takes a leg and smashes it against the post, causing Beno to grimace in pain. Drew does it yet another time, then rolls into the ring. He stomps on the knee a few times, then picks up his legs, stepping through with his own, and crossing Beno's ankles.
Don Chuckles: McIntyre going for the Highlander here!
Phil Latio: If he gets that locked in there won't be much Beno can do to save himself!
McIntyre tries to roll over Beno, but it is a struggle, and Beno lifts himself up using his abdominal muscles, grabs Drew by the head, and flips him over. Both men get to their feet, and charge eachother, both having the same idea, and simultaneously clothesline eachother. The crowd at this point is red hot, cheering loudly for the spectacle they are seeing. The referee, seeing both are down, begins the ten count. Cornette and Sheamus yell out words of encouragement to Drew.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Both men begin to stir
FIVE
SIX
Beno grabs the ropes, using them to get up, while Drew has rolled over onto his stomach
SEVEN
Beno gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes
EIGHT
Drew begins to rise to his feet
NINE
Both men are up, but Beno used the ropes, giving him more time. Like a mad man he charges Drew with a high impact spear, crushing Drew into a heap on the mat, the ring ropes shaking from the impact. Beno covers him for the pin
Don Chuckles: Hit N Run, Beno hits it! Its all over!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- No!
Don Chuckles: McIntyre kicked out!
Beno yells at the referee to do his job, giving McIntyre time to gather some wits, and he low blows Beno, the ref never seeing it. McIntyre gets up, hooks Beno's arms and drops him with the Future Shock DDT. McIntyre lays on his back, and he groggily drapes his arm over Beno.
Phil Latio: The ref didn't see the low blow! Beno is out cold!
ONE!
TWO!
Don Chuckles: No, not like this!
THR- Kickout by Beno!
Don Chuckles: Wow! Another kickout!
Phil Latio: What a match! The heart of both of these competitors!
The crowd is at a level of excitemented verging on a riot, and both men slowly get to their feet. McIntyre smacks Beno with a punch, and he staggers back, but he comes forward with a punch, and Drew goes staggering back. This exchange continues, until Beno ducks, and picks up Drew.
Don Chuckles: Hes going for the Beno Bomb!
As Drew is picked up, his foot hits the ref
Phil Latio: The ref is down!
The ref slowly starts to get up, but Cornette at this point has jumped onto the ring apron, making a scene and flailing his arms wildly, the referee tries to calm him down and get him off the ring apron. Beno's attention is diverted by the scene for a split second, and Drew manages to get down off of Beno, and he reaches into his tights for a moment, before removing his hand and punching Beno square in the face. McIntyre flings his hand as if in pain towards the ring ropes.
Don Chuckles: Wow, what a punch! Beno is out!
Phil Latio: Either McIntyre has the strength of a boxer or I caught a shimmering of the lights...
Cornette climbs down from the ring apron, and McIntyre locks in the Highlander, leaning back as far as he possibly can. Beno groggily struggles for a moment, but his head soon hits the mat, motionless. The camera crew catches Cornette stroll around the side of the ring, lean down and pick something up from the ground, and place it inside of a pocket.
Don Chuckles: Wait a moment....
Phil Latio: Those were brass knuckles!
The referee raises Beno's arm and lets it drop, three times, before calling for the bell
DING DING DING!!
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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, one half of the tag team champions, and Thy WWE Intercontinental Champion....Drew McIntyre!
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