Post by Vince McMahon on Oct 17, 2012 20:02:03 GMT -5
Monday Night RAW 87
Live at: Ralph Wilson Stadium is a football stadium, located in the town of Orchard Park, a suburb of Buffalo, New York. It is the home for the Buffalo Bills, of the NFL.
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Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW!
Don Chuckles: To be more accruate, this is RAW's 87th show!
Phil Latio: Wow, 87 weeks next to you? Lame!
Don Chuckles: Oh shut up!
“Heart of a champion” hits as gold and blue pyros shoot off from both sides of the stage. Beno walks out to a chorus of boos. Around his waist is one half of the Thy WWE Tag Team championship. Slung over his shoulder is the second half of the Thy WWE Tag Team championship. He isn’t dressed to compete as he is wearing a pair of gray jeans, tan survivor steel-toe boots, a white beater and a leather jacket. From his neck hangs a pure gold chain with the ring of the Knights around it. The diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and onyx shine brightly. His eyes are shielded from the intense arena lights by a pair of shades. He is also sporting diamond studs in his ears, a gold bracelet on his right wrist and a Rolex watch on his left wrist. Beno slowly makes his way down the ramp. Front row fans scream obscenities towards Beno, letting the feelings be known to the big man of the Knights. Be stops for a moment and turns his head towards the fans. For a moment, he looks like he’ll retaliate with words of his own. Yet he just calmly smirks at them and continues on his way. Beno kicks the steep steps lights with his right foot before ascending them. He enters between the middle and top ring ropes and raises his arms in the air. The crowd continues to shower him with nothing but loud boos. Beno walks over to the turnbuckle and seems to request a microphone and a steel folding chair. As the ring announcer hands Beno the microphone and chair, he makes his way towards the center of the ring. Beno sets the chair up and sits upon it. He turns his head left and right, apparently enjoying the jeers from the audience. The smirk returns from earlier as he brings the microphone up to his mouth.
It was all so simple. The plan worked to perfection. All of you truly believed that I was doing this for you. That I was fighting for the fans. All of you wanted a hero. You thought that I was the one. Pathetic. It was so easy to manipulate you. I had you all eating out of the palm of my hand. The fans in New York were especially gullible. I received so many fan letters from you morons that I ended up using them to heat my home at night.
Phil Latio: Listen to the way Beno disrespects the crowd. It’s disgusting!
Don Chuckles: It isn’t disrespectful Phil. Beno has a point. New Yorkers are known morons.
At the statement, the Buffalo crowd erupts in an enormous chorus of jeers. Cups of soda begin flying into the ring and the outside. Even though they miss, their rage is shown.
Don Chuckles: Now that’s disrespectful Phil. They don’t agree with what Beno said and now theyre acting like animals.
This is exactly why the entire country hates New York. You just proved to me and the rest of the world that you are nothing more than mere savages. Take a look at your sports teams. The Nets suck. The Knicks suck. The Jets suck. The Yankees and the Mets suck even more. The only bright spot are the Giants who lost to the ruddy Cowboys. You talk among yourselves and think that you live in the greatest city in the world. The truth of the matter is, New York is nothing more than a drug infested hell hole. Yet I didn’t come out here to waste my breathe on you heathens. I have more important matters to discuss.
Beno runs his head over his newly shaven head. He fingers the ring around his neck for a moment.
You may have noticed that I’m out here alone this evening. Normally, my brothers and sister would be out here sitting next to me. Barton and Brian have their objectives this evening. They are preparing to go to war as we speak. Demmie Mae standing beside Brian, helping him focus on his task. As for FEAR and Anger, I’ll be getting to that in a moment. After WrestleMania went off of the air, FEAR and Anger were released from the company. Vince McMahon and the board never gave us a justifiable reason for this. They gave them there walking papers and stripped both FEAR and Anger of the Intercontinental and Tag Team championships. I tried to save them. I fought the board of directors until the very end. It didn’t matter. They just ignored the Knight’s pleas and arguments. With that, I lost my Tag Team partner. But they did do something right for once. Like many times before, I am now able to choose a new partner. If I’m correct, which I always am, this will be the third time I’ve had to search out a new partner. Now I’ve gotten pretty sick of this. Both Paul Wight and Anger have been fired from the company. Both men were legitimate competitors and both were given their walking papers for no reason. The fact that I’m still champion is no surprise at all. Vince McMahon knows that he cannot strip me of the Tag Team championship. My contract clearly states that I cannot be stripped unless I violate the wellness policy. I made damn sure to have that added after Crisis and I were stripped weeks after winning the gold. Fore my wrath would be mightier than that of a hurricane. The lawsuit would be immense for the breach of contract. In other terms, I cannot be touched. I’ve thought about it for some time now. My brothers would surely take the other half and pull double duty. I could not ask such a thing from them. They have enough on their plates. I could reach out to an old friend and bring them in. I could go to one of the superstars here. Yet none of those options would work in our favor. Vince McMahon told me to pick a partner. After much thought I came to a conclusion:
Beno pauses for a moment.
The tag division here in Thy WWE is in a state of flux. One could argue that there are at the most, two tag teams. Why would I go out and search for a new partner when we would fight each other week after week? There isn’t a point to it. I’m not about to face the same team over and over again. Why would the Knights waste their time? I haven’t searched out for a new partner nor will I. In fact, until I’m faced with a legitimate tag team, the Thy WWE Tag Team championships will never be defended again. There isn’t a team in the world that deserves a chance at MY titles. Nor is there anyone on the roster that deserves to hold the other half. There are no challengers left that I haven’t sent home. There isn’t a man today that can hold a candle to me. So as of tonight, Thy WWE will no longer have a Tag Team championship. Until the division has risen, these championship belts will cease to exist. Obviously, the Board of directors could fire me. But they won’t. They have invested too much money and time into me. They realize that they would never see these belts again. Until they bring in some competition, these will make a nice addition to my wall.
Phil Latio: What does he mean the Tag Team championships don’t exist! He can’t just hold them up! This is outrageous!
Don Chuckles: Phil you need to look at the bigger picture. You think of Beno and the Knights like villains. There isn’t a tag division here anymore. You can’t blame Beno for wanting a little competition.
Phil Latio: Those belts are company property! He can’t just take them!
Beno smirks widely and chuckles to himself.
This isn’t the only reason that I came out here tonight. In mere weeks, the Knights have claimed every championship that the business has to offer. We have met no challenge along the way. At least, up until now. It seems as though two select groups of superstars have taken it upon themselves to rid Thy WWE of the Knights. The Resistance and the Horsemen of Apocalypse have it etched into their skulls that they will be the ones to bring order back to Thy WWE. The Resistance is stacked with former world champions and legendary superstars. Kurt Orton proved that he was a folly of a champion. P.O.T. was nothing more than a pushover as Barton ended his short reign. Jacob Senn has been nothing more than a falling Star. As for Bret Hart and Jim Neidhart, they’re nothing more than shells of their former self’s. While they think that they will bring order, they are sure to fail. Fore there has never been a more dominant group of professional wrestlers than that of the Knights. Orton and Cena have proved that they are nothing more than one hit wonders. For that select group of misfits to even oppose us is nothing short of a joke.
While as the Horsemen are nothing more than a failed copy of the Knights. They name themselves are the unholy avengers that will one day walk this earth. Pride, Death, STRYFE, Pestilence, War and Famine. They take the names in hope of putting fear into the Knights. They believe they can scare us off. They hunger for the gold. Yet none of them have accomplished a single thing. “Death” or Stalker as we all know him held onto the Intercontinental championship for a short while. His fellow horsemen have not proven a single thing. Yet they wish to go to war with the Knights of the roundtable. A foolish endeavor indeed. They consist of unbalanced men who would fare better in the National Basketball Association than in a wrestling ring.
These two stables consider themselves worthy of facing the Knights. They couldn’t be more wrong. The Knights have bigger plans than either one of these groups can comprehend. We have no time to concern ourselves with ignorant halfwits like Kurt Orton and Stalker Knight. The Knights are better than you gentlemen. I am better than you. Not a single one of you deserve to stand in this ring with me. You don’t deserve the right to compete under the same banner as myself. You have no right to challenge for the gold around my waist. Hell you don’t even deserve to call yourselves Thy WWE superstars. Danny Daniels is like a child. He has no business in a wrestling ring. He can’t string two words together without making himself look like a complete moron. How he ever received a contract, who the hell knows. He’s just another one of those men that will go down in history as a speck of dirt.
There are other men that want to prove themselves. Men that lust for the glory days of professional wrestling. Superstars such as Sting and the Hart Foundation. At one time, they were the greatest superstars in professional wrestling. They dominated the business and held every championship known to man. That was over fifteen years ago. Yet here they are. They want to relive their glory days. Bret and Jim still think they have what it takes to run the company. Sting thinks he still has it in him for one more championship run. Let me lay it down for you geezers. This is the year 2012. The eighties and nineties have passed much like your prime. Professional wrestling is a young man’s game. Instead of enjoying the memories you have, you want to have one last run. You want to feel like you’re still the best. I am the best in the world today. Your time has passed. You should have passed the torch long ago. You’ll figure that out sooner rather than later.
Phil Latio: Can you believe this guy. The way he’s disrespecting the legends and future stars of professional wrestling. It’s despicable.
Don Chuckles: Beno is just saying how he feels Phil. He feels like he’s better than all of these guys and doesn’t believe that the Hart Foundation and Sting should still be wrestling.
As Beno gets threw running his mouth a songs comes over the system and the fans beg to both boo and cheer.
Danny comes walking out from the back with his eye lock right on to Beno. He makes his way to the ring not taking his eyes of him not even for a second. He gets in the ring and gets face to face with him. He raises the mike and goes to speak.
Danny
I will destroy you like the west Nile destroyed people’s lives if you ever talk about me like that again. You see Beno I'm not just some new guy that you can push around. I am the demon your mother warned you about, I am the darkness that even the devil himself fears, I am Danny Daniels and I am the one who clean this world of everyone that is like you! So go on insult me now I dare you while I'm face to face with you and let me show you what a real demon looks like.
Danny throws his mike down and keeps his eyes lock on Beno waiting for his move.
Beno smirks cockily towards Danny. He removes his leather jacket and shades and throws them over the top rope. He raises the belt that is slung over his shoulder high into the air.
I give you credit kid. You have a lot of balls to come out here without the rest of the Horsemen. Yet you couldn’t be more wrong. You say that I can’t push you around? You’re nothing more than an afterthought. I could put an end to your career right here, right now if it was what I wished. I am the Thy WWE Tag Team champion of the world! You should feel honored to even be in the same ring with someone like I.
Beno throws the championship belt onto his leather jacket. He unsnaps the other tag championships and does the same.
Do you comprehend the situation that you have put yourself in? It’s time to show you a thing or two about respect.
Phil Latio: This doesn’t look good.
Beno moves towards Danny Daniels when Suddenly Apocalyptica’s Prey hits the P.A. and the big man STRYFE . . . comes down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and enters getting right in Beno’s face. Breathing heavily he starts pointing after a few minutes he grabs a microphone.
Don Chuckles: Beno isn’t backing down from the Horsemen’s big man STRYFE. This could get ugly at any moment.
So Mr. Beno’s a Knight so he thinks he’s the shit . . . you think you’re better than everyone huh . . . so you think you’re better than guys like K.O. . . . guys like Jacob Senn. WELL THAT’S FINE . . . but to think you’re better than myself, or Creed, or any of the Horsemen . . . that is Ludacris. See a guy like K.O. even my dead cat peanuts could kick his ass. A guy like Bret Hart oh big claim you’re a young guy in the prime of his life who can beat a washed up never should have been gimp.
STRYFE again moves to match any steps that Beno might make to evade him.
YOU DO NOT KNOW THE EXTENT OF MY POWER . . . no-one can handle my desire for destruction so the spirit of WAR herself is my only mistress. She guides me in everything I do. AND MISTRESS WANTS ME TO DELIVER HER WORDS.
STRYFE’s voice changes to one devoid of emotion . . . yet sounding powerful.
Beno WAR Mistress of STRYFE requests that you prove that you are the man you claim to be. Her challenge is simple . . . you face STRYFE the winner walks away with both Tag Team Championships. If My STRYFE loses then he will forfeit any rights to any Championship matches for a month and a half.
Beno, looking at both men, pauses for a moment.
Do you honestly think that you can come out here and demand such a request? Do you know who you’re speaking to you insolent freak of nature!? I have nothing to prove to the likes of you or tramp of a mistress. You want a shot at MY championships? Earn it. Find yourself a partner and prove to me why I should waste one more single moment looking at your disfigured mug. The two of you have done nothing in Thy WWE. Later tonight, your pathetic group of misfits will fall to a single man. Yet you feel like I should grant you this match. You want my answer?
Phil Latio: Come on Beno, accept the match. If He thinks he’s so tough, let’s see him back it up.
Don Chuckles: Shut up Phil Beno doesn’t have to prove anything to these clowns.
Beno lowers the microphone from his mouth. He contemplates his answer for a few moments. As he brings the microphone back to his lips, the arena suddenly erupts with cheers. Looking up, the three men see Sting descending from the rafters, baseball bat in hand. Beno, STRYFE and Danny Daniels back away as Sting lands. For a moment, all four men stare at one another. Sting scans the men in the ring and suddenly lifts his bat and points it at Beno. The fans cheer, hoping that “the Icon” will give Beno a beating. Sting swings the bat and stops half way through the motion as Beno leaps out of the ring. Beno quickly grabs the championship belts, his leather jacket and shades and rushes up the ramp. The fans cheer even louder as Beno stares down the opposition from the entrance ramp. Beno wags his finger at them and brings the microphone back to his lips.
My answer is no.
Beno drops the microphone and exits through the curtain.
Phil Latio: Beno’s running with his tail between his legs Don! What do you think of the fearless Knight now?
Don Chuckles: Sting just swung a bat at him Phil! He should be suspended!
Turning his attention towards STRYFE and Daniels, Sting comes to chest with STRYFE. For a moment, the audience is silent. Sting smirks at STRYFE and he returns the gesture. STRYFE taps Daniels on the chest and steps over the ring ropes. Daniels slides underneath the bottom rope, leaving Sting in the ring.
Don Chuckles: What’s going on here? Why isn’t Sting swinging at STRYFE and Daniels?
Phil Latio: It’s just a show of respect Don. Sting doesn’t have an issue with them. Beno is the one that disrespected him.
Don Chuckles: Did you see the way they smirked at one another? They’re in cahoots!
Phil Latio: What’s wrong with you Don? All they did was show mutual respect.
Don Chuckles: I guess..But let's move past this and lets get to our first match! Bret Hart will be taking on The Miz!
*Rooftops by Lost Prohets hits the arena and all four members of the Resistance come from behind the curtain. Bret leads the men with Senn and KO not far behind. Last is POT as he enters the fans get louder. His arm still strapped up. Senn KO and Bob enter the ring as Bret walks round to grab a microphone. he climbs into the ring as the music gets lower.*
Bret Hart - "Well well well. Looks like BG got a little ass kicking last week. I would like to thank Stalker and his little pack of misfits for beating down my opponant at the next PPV but seriously i dont need your help. Now onto tonight. Tonight two members of the Resistance face off to try and get closer to the World title and final revenge against Barton. Jacob Senn and KO will face each other in fair contest and the greater man will represent The Resistance and bring home the World Championship."
*Bret lowers the mic and circles the ring abit.*
Bret Hart - "But onto Brian Gunn. He is holding my title and keeping it warm for me. At the next PPV he will feel the pain in his legs as i lock in the Sharpshooter.But i also have another secret weapon. Jacob Senn! He's been giving me advice and pointers on how to find your weak spots and aparently there are quite alot. BG i hope you have enjoyed your time as TELEVISION Champion. because im coming to take it away from you."
*As Bret is about to continue BG's music hits the PA.*
after a few moments Brian walks out onto the Stage wearing his ring attire with the Excalibur Championship around his waist and a microphone in his left hand, Brian just stands there for a few moments looking down at the four men in the ring as they look up at him and as they do Brian smiles down at the all before raising the microphone to his mouth and beginning to speak.
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Well well well what do we have here? oh yeah that's right three dicks and a pussy...
*Brian begins to chuckle for a few moments before speaking once again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
now all of you stand down in that ring spouting a load of bullshit as normal, just like the other dicks that jumped me last week about how your gonna do this and that, i am seriously bored of this song and dance so why don't you all just get the message THE KNIGHTS WONT FALL TO YOU BUNCH OF QUEERS!!
*Brian pauses for a few moments then continues to speak.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
now as for you Bret you think for one second you are going to beat me for my Championship? is that what you really believe, well son i hate to burst your bubble but it is never going to happen and more to the fact it is never going to happen for as long as you listen to little Jacob, i mean seriously taking pointers form a guy that couldn't beat me at mania hell you might as well go the whole hog and ask Kurt for some pointers because that bitch couldn't beat me on three occasions and might i add those occasions we back...to...back...
*Brian chuckles again then begins to pace back and forth on the stage as he speaks again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Now Bret I know you are the number one contender to my Championship but seriously get the idea of you winning the match out of your head because hell lets be honest its never going to happen hell you have fallen to my hand once before as well, remember on my first night back in the ring your arse was laid out just the same as all your friends..
*Brian looks at P.O.T then speaks again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Well not you of course but hell i will get round to kicking your Arse up and down the ring soon enough so don't feel to left out sweetheart... but back to the matter at hand and that is you Bret coming down to my ring in front of my fans and running your mouth like any of these fine people want to hear your monkey dribble, so why don't you and the rest of the spice girls get the fuck out my ring and go back to your little holes and stay there until i deem you fit enough to stand in my ring...
*Brian stops pacing back and forth and just stands there looking at all of them for a few seconds before speaking once more.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
anyway i cant stay out here for to long you see i have to go take care of the other bunch of punks that think they have what it takes to beat me and my brothers so i will leave you all with this little thing to think on, you four collectively have never beat a Knight and god knows you have all tried your hardest to do the impossible so i suggest you all do your little selves a favor and jump your arses back in the kiddie pool because none of you are ready to swim with the big boys... not now not EVER!
*Brian chuckles then turns on his heels as he drops the microphone on the floor and walks backstage leaving the members of the Resistance standing in the ring.*
Match One: The Miz vs Bret Hart
AWESOME!!!!! is heard around the Ralph Wilson Stadium as The Miz does Bret's taunts only to mock him now, he smirks before giving a kid black shades with his logo on them to further taunt Hart before getting in the ring, begging for the match to begin with a smirk.
Ding Ding Ding!
The match begins immediately after the ref checks both men and Bret starts off with jabs to the chest then chops whic sends Miz reeling into the corner.
Bret continues the chops until successfully hitting a snap suplex.
Miz screams in pain as Bret locks in a chin lock with force, Miz tries to fight back with kicks tothe head & that breaks the hold... Miz now backs Hart up into the corner & gets him groggy enough to hit his famous running clothesline ... Miz goes for the win.
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until Bret shakes off the cobwebs & slams Miz hard on his back with a Rock Bottom counter move... he drags Miz to the center of the ring & slowly locks in the sharpshooter until Miz counters it into a roll-up ...
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Bret counters the roll-up attempt & locks in the Sharpshooter with anger until Miz has no choice but to tap.
Steve Cruise: Here is your winner... Bret "Hitman" Hart!
Phil Latio: Quick match here. But Miz looked totally out of it tonight!
Don Chuckles: I agree. Bret basically took this match with ease!
Phil Latio: We will be back after these commercial break!
Live at: Ralph Wilson Stadium is a football stadium, located in the town of Orchard Park, a suburb of Buffalo, New York. It is the home for the Buffalo Bills, of the NFL.
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Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW!
Don Chuckles: To be more accruate, this is RAW's 87th show!
Phil Latio: Wow, 87 weeks next to you? Lame!
Don Chuckles: Oh shut up!
“Heart of a champion” hits as gold and blue pyros shoot off from both sides of the stage. Beno walks out to a chorus of boos. Around his waist is one half of the Thy WWE Tag Team championship. Slung over his shoulder is the second half of the Thy WWE Tag Team championship. He isn’t dressed to compete as he is wearing a pair of gray jeans, tan survivor steel-toe boots, a white beater and a leather jacket. From his neck hangs a pure gold chain with the ring of the Knights around it. The diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and onyx shine brightly. His eyes are shielded from the intense arena lights by a pair of shades. He is also sporting diamond studs in his ears, a gold bracelet on his right wrist and a Rolex watch on his left wrist. Beno slowly makes his way down the ramp. Front row fans scream obscenities towards Beno, letting the feelings be known to the big man of the Knights. Be stops for a moment and turns his head towards the fans. For a moment, he looks like he’ll retaliate with words of his own. Yet he just calmly smirks at them and continues on his way. Beno kicks the steep steps lights with his right foot before ascending them. He enters between the middle and top ring ropes and raises his arms in the air. The crowd continues to shower him with nothing but loud boos. Beno walks over to the turnbuckle and seems to request a microphone and a steel folding chair. As the ring announcer hands Beno the microphone and chair, he makes his way towards the center of the ring. Beno sets the chair up and sits upon it. He turns his head left and right, apparently enjoying the jeers from the audience. The smirk returns from earlier as he brings the microphone up to his mouth.
It was all so simple. The plan worked to perfection. All of you truly believed that I was doing this for you. That I was fighting for the fans. All of you wanted a hero. You thought that I was the one. Pathetic. It was so easy to manipulate you. I had you all eating out of the palm of my hand. The fans in New York were especially gullible. I received so many fan letters from you morons that I ended up using them to heat my home at night.
Phil Latio: Listen to the way Beno disrespects the crowd. It’s disgusting!
Don Chuckles: It isn’t disrespectful Phil. Beno has a point. New Yorkers are known morons.
At the statement, the Buffalo crowd erupts in an enormous chorus of jeers. Cups of soda begin flying into the ring and the outside. Even though they miss, their rage is shown.
Don Chuckles: Now that’s disrespectful Phil. They don’t agree with what Beno said and now theyre acting like animals.
This is exactly why the entire country hates New York. You just proved to me and the rest of the world that you are nothing more than mere savages. Take a look at your sports teams. The Nets suck. The Knicks suck. The Jets suck. The Yankees and the Mets suck even more. The only bright spot are the Giants who lost to the ruddy Cowboys. You talk among yourselves and think that you live in the greatest city in the world. The truth of the matter is, New York is nothing more than a drug infested hell hole. Yet I didn’t come out here to waste my breathe on you heathens. I have more important matters to discuss.
Beno runs his head over his newly shaven head. He fingers the ring around his neck for a moment.
You may have noticed that I’m out here alone this evening. Normally, my brothers and sister would be out here sitting next to me. Barton and Brian have their objectives this evening. They are preparing to go to war as we speak. Demmie Mae standing beside Brian, helping him focus on his task. As for FEAR and Anger, I’ll be getting to that in a moment. After WrestleMania went off of the air, FEAR and Anger were released from the company. Vince McMahon and the board never gave us a justifiable reason for this. They gave them there walking papers and stripped both FEAR and Anger of the Intercontinental and Tag Team championships. I tried to save them. I fought the board of directors until the very end. It didn’t matter. They just ignored the Knight’s pleas and arguments. With that, I lost my Tag Team partner. But they did do something right for once. Like many times before, I am now able to choose a new partner. If I’m correct, which I always am, this will be the third time I’ve had to search out a new partner. Now I’ve gotten pretty sick of this. Both Paul Wight and Anger have been fired from the company. Both men were legitimate competitors and both were given their walking papers for no reason. The fact that I’m still champion is no surprise at all. Vince McMahon knows that he cannot strip me of the Tag Team championship. My contract clearly states that I cannot be stripped unless I violate the wellness policy. I made damn sure to have that added after Crisis and I were stripped weeks after winning the gold. Fore my wrath would be mightier than that of a hurricane. The lawsuit would be immense for the breach of contract. In other terms, I cannot be touched. I’ve thought about it for some time now. My brothers would surely take the other half and pull double duty. I could not ask such a thing from them. They have enough on their plates. I could reach out to an old friend and bring them in. I could go to one of the superstars here. Yet none of those options would work in our favor. Vince McMahon told me to pick a partner. After much thought I came to a conclusion:
Beno pauses for a moment.
The tag division here in Thy WWE is in a state of flux. One could argue that there are at the most, two tag teams. Why would I go out and search for a new partner when we would fight each other week after week? There isn’t a point to it. I’m not about to face the same team over and over again. Why would the Knights waste their time? I haven’t searched out for a new partner nor will I. In fact, until I’m faced with a legitimate tag team, the Thy WWE Tag Team championships will never be defended again. There isn’t a team in the world that deserves a chance at MY titles. Nor is there anyone on the roster that deserves to hold the other half. There are no challengers left that I haven’t sent home. There isn’t a man today that can hold a candle to me. So as of tonight, Thy WWE will no longer have a Tag Team championship. Until the division has risen, these championship belts will cease to exist. Obviously, the Board of directors could fire me. But they won’t. They have invested too much money and time into me. They realize that they would never see these belts again. Until they bring in some competition, these will make a nice addition to my wall.
Phil Latio: What does he mean the Tag Team championships don’t exist! He can’t just hold them up! This is outrageous!
Don Chuckles: Phil you need to look at the bigger picture. You think of Beno and the Knights like villains. There isn’t a tag division here anymore. You can’t blame Beno for wanting a little competition.
Phil Latio: Those belts are company property! He can’t just take them!
Beno smirks widely and chuckles to himself.
This isn’t the only reason that I came out here tonight. In mere weeks, the Knights have claimed every championship that the business has to offer. We have met no challenge along the way. At least, up until now. It seems as though two select groups of superstars have taken it upon themselves to rid Thy WWE of the Knights. The Resistance and the Horsemen of Apocalypse have it etched into their skulls that they will be the ones to bring order back to Thy WWE. The Resistance is stacked with former world champions and legendary superstars. Kurt Orton proved that he was a folly of a champion. P.O.T. was nothing more than a pushover as Barton ended his short reign. Jacob Senn has been nothing more than a falling Star. As for Bret Hart and Jim Neidhart, they’re nothing more than shells of their former self’s. While they think that they will bring order, they are sure to fail. Fore there has never been a more dominant group of professional wrestlers than that of the Knights. Orton and Cena have proved that they are nothing more than one hit wonders. For that select group of misfits to even oppose us is nothing short of a joke.
While as the Horsemen are nothing more than a failed copy of the Knights. They name themselves are the unholy avengers that will one day walk this earth. Pride, Death, STRYFE, Pestilence, War and Famine. They take the names in hope of putting fear into the Knights. They believe they can scare us off. They hunger for the gold. Yet none of them have accomplished a single thing. “Death” or Stalker as we all know him held onto the Intercontinental championship for a short while. His fellow horsemen have not proven a single thing. Yet they wish to go to war with the Knights of the roundtable. A foolish endeavor indeed. They consist of unbalanced men who would fare better in the National Basketball Association than in a wrestling ring.
These two stables consider themselves worthy of facing the Knights. They couldn’t be more wrong. The Knights have bigger plans than either one of these groups can comprehend. We have no time to concern ourselves with ignorant halfwits like Kurt Orton and Stalker Knight. The Knights are better than you gentlemen. I am better than you. Not a single one of you deserve to stand in this ring with me. You don’t deserve the right to compete under the same banner as myself. You have no right to challenge for the gold around my waist. Hell you don’t even deserve to call yourselves Thy WWE superstars. Danny Daniels is like a child. He has no business in a wrestling ring. He can’t string two words together without making himself look like a complete moron. How he ever received a contract, who the hell knows. He’s just another one of those men that will go down in history as a speck of dirt.
There are other men that want to prove themselves. Men that lust for the glory days of professional wrestling. Superstars such as Sting and the Hart Foundation. At one time, they were the greatest superstars in professional wrestling. They dominated the business and held every championship known to man. That was over fifteen years ago. Yet here they are. They want to relive their glory days. Bret and Jim still think they have what it takes to run the company. Sting thinks he still has it in him for one more championship run. Let me lay it down for you geezers. This is the year 2012. The eighties and nineties have passed much like your prime. Professional wrestling is a young man’s game. Instead of enjoying the memories you have, you want to have one last run. You want to feel like you’re still the best. I am the best in the world today. Your time has passed. You should have passed the torch long ago. You’ll figure that out sooner rather than later.
Phil Latio: Can you believe this guy. The way he’s disrespecting the legends and future stars of professional wrestling. It’s despicable.
Don Chuckles: Beno is just saying how he feels Phil. He feels like he’s better than all of these guys and doesn’t believe that the Hart Foundation and Sting should still be wrestling.
As Beno gets threw running his mouth a songs comes over the system and the fans beg to both boo and cheer.
Danny comes walking out from the back with his eye lock right on to Beno. He makes his way to the ring not taking his eyes of him not even for a second. He gets in the ring and gets face to face with him. He raises the mike and goes to speak.
Danny
I will destroy you like the west Nile destroyed people’s lives if you ever talk about me like that again. You see Beno I'm not just some new guy that you can push around. I am the demon your mother warned you about, I am the darkness that even the devil himself fears, I am Danny Daniels and I am the one who clean this world of everyone that is like you! So go on insult me now I dare you while I'm face to face with you and let me show you what a real demon looks like.
Danny throws his mike down and keeps his eyes lock on Beno waiting for his move.
Beno smirks cockily towards Danny. He removes his leather jacket and shades and throws them over the top rope. He raises the belt that is slung over his shoulder high into the air.
I give you credit kid. You have a lot of balls to come out here without the rest of the Horsemen. Yet you couldn’t be more wrong. You say that I can’t push you around? You’re nothing more than an afterthought. I could put an end to your career right here, right now if it was what I wished. I am the Thy WWE Tag Team champion of the world! You should feel honored to even be in the same ring with someone like I.
Beno throws the championship belt onto his leather jacket. He unsnaps the other tag championships and does the same.
Do you comprehend the situation that you have put yourself in? It’s time to show you a thing or two about respect.
Phil Latio: This doesn’t look good.
Beno moves towards Danny Daniels when Suddenly Apocalyptica’s Prey hits the P.A. and the big man STRYFE . . . comes down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and enters getting right in Beno’s face. Breathing heavily he starts pointing after a few minutes he grabs a microphone.
Don Chuckles: Beno isn’t backing down from the Horsemen’s big man STRYFE. This could get ugly at any moment.
So Mr. Beno’s a Knight so he thinks he’s the shit . . . you think you’re better than everyone huh . . . so you think you’re better than guys like K.O. . . . guys like Jacob Senn. WELL THAT’S FINE . . . but to think you’re better than myself, or Creed, or any of the Horsemen . . . that is Ludacris. See a guy like K.O. even my dead cat peanuts could kick his ass. A guy like Bret Hart oh big claim you’re a young guy in the prime of his life who can beat a washed up never should have been gimp.
STRYFE again moves to match any steps that Beno might make to evade him.
YOU DO NOT KNOW THE EXTENT OF MY POWER . . . no-one can handle my desire for destruction so the spirit of WAR herself is my only mistress. She guides me in everything I do. AND MISTRESS WANTS ME TO DELIVER HER WORDS.
STRYFE’s voice changes to one devoid of emotion . . . yet sounding powerful.
Beno WAR Mistress of STRYFE requests that you prove that you are the man you claim to be. Her challenge is simple . . . you face STRYFE the winner walks away with both Tag Team Championships. If My STRYFE loses then he will forfeit any rights to any Championship matches for a month and a half.
Beno, looking at both men, pauses for a moment.
Do you honestly think that you can come out here and demand such a request? Do you know who you’re speaking to you insolent freak of nature!? I have nothing to prove to the likes of you or tramp of a mistress. You want a shot at MY championships? Earn it. Find yourself a partner and prove to me why I should waste one more single moment looking at your disfigured mug. The two of you have done nothing in Thy WWE. Later tonight, your pathetic group of misfits will fall to a single man. Yet you feel like I should grant you this match. You want my answer?
Phil Latio: Come on Beno, accept the match. If He thinks he’s so tough, let’s see him back it up.
Don Chuckles: Shut up Phil Beno doesn’t have to prove anything to these clowns.
Beno lowers the microphone from his mouth. He contemplates his answer for a few moments. As he brings the microphone back to his lips, the arena suddenly erupts with cheers. Looking up, the three men see Sting descending from the rafters, baseball bat in hand. Beno, STRYFE and Danny Daniels back away as Sting lands. For a moment, all four men stare at one another. Sting scans the men in the ring and suddenly lifts his bat and points it at Beno. The fans cheer, hoping that “the Icon” will give Beno a beating. Sting swings the bat and stops half way through the motion as Beno leaps out of the ring. Beno quickly grabs the championship belts, his leather jacket and shades and rushes up the ramp. The fans cheer even louder as Beno stares down the opposition from the entrance ramp. Beno wags his finger at them and brings the microphone back to his lips.
My answer is no.
Beno drops the microphone and exits through the curtain.
Phil Latio: Beno’s running with his tail between his legs Don! What do you think of the fearless Knight now?
Don Chuckles: Sting just swung a bat at him Phil! He should be suspended!
Turning his attention towards STRYFE and Daniels, Sting comes to chest with STRYFE. For a moment, the audience is silent. Sting smirks at STRYFE and he returns the gesture. STRYFE taps Daniels on the chest and steps over the ring ropes. Daniels slides underneath the bottom rope, leaving Sting in the ring.
Don Chuckles: What’s going on here? Why isn’t Sting swinging at STRYFE and Daniels?
Phil Latio: It’s just a show of respect Don. Sting doesn’t have an issue with them. Beno is the one that disrespected him.
Don Chuckles: Did you see the way they smirked at one another? They’re in cahoots!
Phil Latio: What’s wrong with you Don? All they did was show mutual respect.
Don Chuckles: I guess..But let's move past this and lets get to our first match! Bret Hart will be taking on The Miz!
*Rooftops by Lost Prohets hits the arena and all four members of the Resistance come from behind the curtain. Bret leads the men with Senn and KO not far behind. Last is POT as he enters the fans get louder. His arm still strapped up. Senn KO and Bob enter the ring as Bret walks round to grab a microphone. he climbs into the ring as the music gets lower.*
Bret Hart - "Well well well. Looks like BG got a little ass kicking last week. I would like to thank Stalker and his little pack of misfits for beating down my opponant at the next PPV but seriously i dont need your help. Now onto tonight. Tonight two members of the Resistance face off to try and get closer to the World title and final revenge against Barton. Jacob Senn and KO will face each other in fair contest and the greater man will represent The Resistance and bring home the World Championship."
*Bret lowers the mic and circles the ring abit.*
Bret Hart - "But onto Brian Gunn. He is holding my title and keeping it warm for me. At the next PPV he will feel the pain in his legs as i lock in the Sharpshooter.But i also have another secret weapon. Jacob Senn! He's been giving me advice and pointers on how to find your weak spots and aparently there are quite alot. BG i hope you have enjoyed your time as TELEVISION Champion. because im coming to take it away from you."
*As Bret is about to continue BG's music hits the PA.*
after a few moments Brian walks out onto the Stage wearing his ring attire with the Excalibur Championship around his waist and a microphone in his left hand, Brian just stands there for a few moments looking down at the four men in the ring as they look up at him and as they do Brian smiles down at the all before raising the microphone to his mouth and beginning to speak.
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Well well well what do we have here? oh yeah that's right three dicks and a pussy...
*Brian begins to chuckle for a few moments before speaking once again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
now all of you stand down in that ring spouting a load of bullshit as normal, just like the other dicks that jumped me last week about how your gonna do this and that, i am seriously bored of this song and dance so why don't you all just get the message THE KNIGHTS WONT FALL TO YOU BUNCH OF QUEERS!!
*Brian pauses for a few moments then continues to speak.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
now as for you Bret you think for one second you are going to beat me for my Championship? is that what you really believe, well son i hate to burst your bubble but it is never going to happen and more to the fact it is never going to happen for as long as you listen to little Jacob, i mean seriously taking pointers form a guy that couldn't beat me at mania hell you might as well go the whole hog and ask Kurt for some pointers because that bitch couldn't beat me on three occasions and might i add those occasions we back...to...back...
*Brian chuckles again then begins to pace back and forth on the stage as he speaks again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Now Bret I know you are the number one contender to my Championship but seriously get the idea of you winning the match out of your head because hell lets be honest its never going to happen hell you have fallen to my hand once before as well, remember on my first night back in the ring your arse was laid out just the same as all your friends..
*Brian looks at P.O.T then speaks again.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
Well not you of course but hell i will get round to kicking your Arse up and down the ring soon enough so don't feel to left out sweetheart... but back to the matter at hand and that is you Bret coming down to my ring in front of my fans and running your mouth like any of these fine people want to hear your monkey dribble, so why don't you and the rest of the spice girls get the fuck out my ring and go back to your little holes and stay there until i deem you fit enough to stand in my ring...
*Brian stops pacing back and forth and just stands there looking at all of them for a few seconds before speaking once more.*
.:x:.Brian Gunn.:x:.
anyway i cant stay out here for to long you see i have to go take care of the other bunch of punks that think they have what it takes to beat me and my brothers so i will leave you all with this little thing to think on, you four collectively have never beat a Knight and god knows you have all tried your hardest to do the impossible so i suggest you all do your little selves a favor and jump your arses back in the kiddie pool because none of you are ready to swim with the big boys... not now not EVER!
*Brian chuckles then turns on his heels as he drops the microphone on the floor and walks backstage leaving the members of the Resistance standing in the ring.*
Match One: The Miz vs Bret Hart
AWESOME!!!!! is heard around the Ralph Wilson Stadium as The Miz does Bret's taunts only to mock him now, he smirks before giving a kid black shades with his logo on them to further taunt Hart before getting in the ring, begging for the match to begin with a smirk.
Ding Ding Ding!
The match begins immediately after the ref checks both men and Bret starts off with jabs to the chest then chops whic sends Miz reeling into the corner.
Bret continues the chops until successfully hitting a snap suplex.
Miz screams in pain as Bret locks in a chin lock with force, Miz tries to fight back with kicks tothe head & that breaks the hold... Miz now backs Hart up into the corner & gets him groggy enough to hit his famous running clothesline ... Miz goes for the win.
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until Bret shakes off the cobwebs & slams Miz hard on his back with a Rock Bottom counter move... he drags Miz to the center of the ring & slowly locks in the sharpshooter until Miz counters it into a roll-up ...
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Bret counters the roll-up attempt & locks in the Sharpshooter with anger until Miz has no choice but to tap.
Steve Cruise: Here is your winner... Bret "Hitman" Hart!
Winner: Bret Hart via submission.
Phil Latio: Quick match here. But Miz looked totally out of it tonight!
Don Chuckles: I agree. Bret basically took this match with ease!
Phil Latio: We will be back after these commercial break!
--Commercial Break--
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