Post by Vince McMahon on Nov 11, 2012 11:48:47 GMT -5
Monday Night RAW 89 Card
Located at: TD Bank Arena, Boston, Massachusetts
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Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW on a Sunday!
Don Chuckles: Damn air plane was delayed because of the snow here in Boston.
Phil Latio: We never skip a week fans, you will never have to worry about that!
Don Chuckles: Alright, you guys waited too long for this show, let's start!
Phil Latio: Joe Hennig will be taking on Razor Ramon!
The moment the ref calls for the bell to start the match both men come running out of their corners looking to get a early advantage and as they reach each other Razor tries to hit Joe Hennig with a vicious clothesline but Hennig ducks under the arm of Razor and continues to run towards the ring ropes and as he reaches them he jumps onto the middle rope and pushes himself off so he fly’s backward in the air twisting his body as he goes then within a split second Hennig nails a unsuspecting Razor Ramon with a cross body crashing him to the mat, Hennig gets back to his feet and as he does he pulls Razor up with him then tries to swing him toward the ropes but Ramon counters then uses a all his power to whip Hennig toward one of the turnbuckles and as hennig meets with the turnbuckle he crashes against it then bounces off due to the force he was thrown into it then as he bounces off Razor grabs him and lands a perfect German suplex to Hennig who comes crashing down on the back of his neck.
Don Chuckles: Oh My God Phil did you just see that Hennig came crashing down on the back of his neck...
Phil Latio: I sure did Don let’s hope Joe can still continue this match.
As the ref tries to see if Hennig is ok to continue the match Razor Ramon walks over and grabs the ref by the back of his shirt and pulls him out of the way then proceeds to jump in the air then comes crashing down landing a leg drop to the face of Hennig before attempting a pin.
ONE....
KICKOUT!!
Razor gets to his feet and pulls Hennig up with him then lands ddt to the skull of Hennig then tries to put pressure on the back of Hennigs neck clearly trying to force him to give up in the match but although Hennig is screaming in pain he does not give in which angers Razor who quickly gets to his feet and attempts to land another German Suplex but somehow hennig manages to counter as he flips backward onto his feet then as Razor gets to his feet Hennig Nails him with a roundhouse kick to the face dropping Razor to the mat as he rolls around holding his face, Hennig seems his chance to capitalize on the match and goes for it as he begins to stomp on the face and stomach of Razor while holding the back of his neck due to being in immense pain from landing on it before, but the pain don’t stop Hennig as he picks up Razor and nails him with a stalling suplex before attempting a pin.
ONE...
TW...KICKOUT!!
Hennig climbs back to his feet then locks down at Razor before running toward the ropes and bounces off them and attempts a baseball slide on Razor but misses as Razor manages to kick flip up to his feet just in time then quickly turns and begins to stomp on Hennig a few times before picking him up to his feet and whipping Hennig into one of the turnbuckles once again but this time Hennig hits the turnbuckle and just stays there leaning up against the turnbuckle and as he does Razor runs over and quickly Grabs him then lifts him up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle before climbing up the turnbuckle himself pulling Hennig up to a standing Position so both men are standing on the top rope and as they do Razor sets Hennig up for a superplex but just before he can pull it off Hennig pushes Razor causing him to fall backward into the ring but with the force of the push from Hennig it causes himself to stumble and fall backwards out of the ring and then crashes down to the hard floor outside with a ear splitting thud.
Phil Latio: This could be the end of the match right here Don, it looks like Hennig is out of it now after that fall.
Don Chuckles: I hope he is ok the kid is only just starting out here in Thy Wwe it would be a shame to see his time here come to a end so soon.
Razor begins to get to his feet and as he does he yells at the ref to count Hennig out and as he does the ref begins to count out and as the ref reaches six Hennig is only just starting to come round and don’t look like he will be able to make it back into the ring in time but then out of nowhere Don Chuckles takes off his headset and goes running over to Hennig and helps him into the ring just before the ref gets to the ten count.
Phil Latio: what the hell are you doing Don get back here you can’t go running around interfering in matches...
As Don gets Hennig back into the ring he returns to the announcers table and as soon as he sits down and gets his headset on both Phil and Don begin to argue over what Don just did but back in the ring Hennig is still down on the mat while Razor is standing over him stamping on his back, after a few kicks to the back of Hennig, Razor picks him up and attempts to land the Razor Edge looking to end the match but fails to do so as Hennig counters and pushes Razor away from him buying Hennig a few moments to try and pull himself together but before he can Razor is back on him and this time is landing rights and lefts to the head of Hennig, as Ramon goes to land another right hook Hennig manages to duck out of the way and land a powerful left snap jab to the jaw of Razor causing him to stumble backward a few steps and as Razor tries to regain his Balance Hennig seizes on his chance to strike and does so with a lethal clothesline dropping Razor to the match with such force it causes Hennig to fall to the mat as well.
Don Chuckles: This match is getting Dangerous Phil the ref needs to call an end to it.
Phil Latio: He nearly had the match ended not long ago Phil but someone decided they wanted to play god tonight.
Don Chuckles: oh go back to watching your DVD of Divas gone wild you cry baby...
Both Hennig and Razor are down on the mat trying to get their breath back then after a few moments both men begin to pull themselves back to their feet but it is Hennig who manages to get back to his feet first and as he does he wastes no time as he sets Razor up for his finishing move Turning Heads but just before he manages to connect Razor counters and nails Hennig with the Razor Edge then quickly goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Phil Latio: Wow what a match Don!
Don Chuckles: Joe Hennig was so close Phil!
Phil Latio: Not close enough!
Don Chuckles: Well, up next we have a match I am going to enjoy watching!
Phil Latio: But first, a commercial break!
As the show comes back from a commercial break Destiny is standing in the ring awaiting her opponent which doesn’t take too long as Steve Cruise Raises his microphone and begins to announce the next person in the match.
Steve Cruise: THE NEXT PERSON IN THIS MATCH WEIGHTING IN AT 110 POUNDS HAILING FROM HOUSTEN, TEXAS... REPRESENTING THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE DEMMMIII....MAE!!
The lights begin to flicker as The Beautiful People-Marilyn Manson then after a few moments Demmi walks out on the stage with none other than Brian Gunn following closely Behind her, as demmi reaches the top of the ramp way she stops then looks out at the crowd who is giving a mixed reaction or cheers and boos then after a few moments Demmi begins to continue on her way down to the ring with Brian walking by her side and both of them are talking to each other and by the looks of it Brian is giving Demmi a pep talk. Once Demmi reaches the ring she stops and lets Brian take the lead then follows behind him as he walks up the steel steps then across the apron then sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope upward for Demmi to climb into the ring and just before she does Demmi gives Brian a kiss on the cheek then continues into the ring as Brian gets up and lets the ropes go then jumps down off the ring apron and walks round to the left side of the ring and leans on the apron.
Don Chuckles: Well here we go Phil, it is time to see if Demmi will continue to rule the Divas Division or will Destiny finally end her streak.
Phil Latio: Demmi has been impressive since she arrived at Thy Wwe Don and I don’t think Destiny has what it takes to hang with Miss Mae.
The ref looks at both women then asks them if they are ready to begin and both of them nod in agreement and as they do the ref motions for the bell to ring to start the match and just as it does Destiny comes rushing out of her corner looking to take Demmi out right away but Demmi rolls out of the way just in time causing Destiny to smash into the turnbuckle Demmi was standing near and as she does Demmi just stands there laughing, Destiny quickly turns around and locks up with Demmi and both women begin a test of strength and within seconds Destiny over powers Demmi to the floor but then as she goes to climb on top of Demmi she flips Destiny over her head then quickly rolls onto her knees then jumps up to her feet before taking a run at Destiny and going to kick her in the head but destiny grabs Demmis foot just before she can then climbs back to her feet still holding Demmis foot and as she does she begins to shout something at Demmi but as she does she takes too long and Demmi uses it to her advantage as she jumps and nails Destiny with a ensijuri.
Demmi jumps back up to her feet then as Destiny rolls around on the floor holding her face Demmi grabs her and picks her up before whipping her toward the ropes and as Destiny bounces off Demmi grabs her and nails Destiny with a scoop slam then quickly tries to go for a pin but Destiny kicks out right away.
Don Chuckles: Demmi just wants to end this match as soon as possible Phil.
Phil Latio: It seems that way Don but Destiny is not going to give up that easy.
Demmi gets back to her feet and pulls Destiny with her then goes to whip her to the ropes once more but Destiny counters and whips Demmi into the rope and as Demmi bounces off the ropes Destiny goes to land a punch to the face of Demmi but Demmi ducks under Destiny’s arm and runs to the opposite ropes and as she bounces off she grabs the back of Destiny’s head and lands a bulldog on her, Demmi then climbs on top of Destiny and begins to land punch after punch to her face then after a short time climbs back to her feet and then begins to stomp on Destiny’s legs and arms, Demmi then runs to one of the turnbuckles and begins to climb up but as she dives off looking to land a cross body Destiny quickly gets to her feet and grabs Demmi in mid jump then nails her with a sidewalk slam.
Both women lay on the mat trying to grab their breath back then after a few moments they both start to get back to their feet and as they do they just stand looking at each other for a few moments then go to lock up again but just before they do Demmi kicks Destiny in the stomach then quickly follows up with a DDT and goes for another pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!
Phil Latio: That was a close one Don I really thought Demmi may have just snatched it with that one.
Don Chuckles: I did as well Phil but I am starting to wonder now will Destiny be the one to get an upset win over Demmi.
Demmi starts to argue with the Ref saying it should of been a three count but he reacted two slow but while she is arguing Destiny gets back to her feet then takes a run at Demmi and goes for a clothesline but Demmi sees her coming just in time and gets out of the way causing Destiny to hit the ref knocking him over then as the ref is laying there holding his face Brian sees it as a opportunity to strike and quickly slides into the ring and tells Demmi to get back and as she does he grabs Destiny and quickly nails the unsuspecting Diva with Heart Breaker then quickly rolls back out of the ring and leans against the ring apron again like he didn’t do anything and as he does Demmi runs over to the ref and begins to pull him toward Destiny and goes for a pin as the ref slowly begins to count.
ONE.....
TWO.....
THR...KICKOUT!!!
Phil Latio: What the hell is Brian doing attacking a Diva that is just wrong Don, he has just gone too far now.
Don Chuckles: Oh shut up Phil Brian was trying to help out Demmi that is all and I for one applaud him for that.
Phil Latio: Then both of you are just plain sick people...
Demmi Sits up and looks at Brian who looks back at her with a complete surprised look on his face, a few moments pass then Demmi gets up to her feet and starts to kick Destiny in the face and as she does Brian yells at her to end it now which Demmi nods in agreement then locks in Mantenga sueño del dragón(Dragon Sleeper Hold) on Destiny and tries to get her to tap but even though Destiny is screaming out in pain she still does not tap then after a moment or two she begins to try and pull herself toward the ropes, after a lot of struggling Destiny makes it to the ropes and as she does the ref tries to grab Demmi off her but she doesn’t let go forcing him to begin to count to four but as he does Demmi lets go on three then begins to argue with the ref and as she does Brian sees another opportunity and quickly runs round to the side of the ring where destiny is and pulls out a knuckle duster from his right boot and puts it on then Nails Destiny in the head with it before dropping to his knees so he is out of sight of the ref but as Demmi walks over to grab Destiny she sees him and they both smile at each other before Demmi picks up Destiny who is looking rather out of it then proceeds to nails her with La Mata then goes for a pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
Demmi gets to her feet and as she does Brian slides into the ring and grabs her and hugs her before raising her hand in victory while the ref is checking on Destiny to see if she is ok...
Don Chuckles: Impressive win for Demmi there she totally dominated the match and left Destiny without a chance.
Phil Latio: Pull your tongue out of the knights arses will you Don this match was not a fair one at all, this just showed exactly the type of things the knights will stoop to, to get a win it is just a disgrace I tell you.
Don Chuckles: the knights are innovative people and they are willing to do what it takes to get the job done Phil if anything that shows that the knights are all a smart bunch of people...
The Thy WWE Universe is Live in the TD Garden for Monday Night Raw & they are just coming off a commercial & soon after promotions for companies come off the air.... the lights flicker out back & forth until a voice we all remember screams throughout the PA System....
HIT!
THE!
SWITCH!
Out comes "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton dressed to impress in a suit & tie with his Money in the bank Briefcase in his left hand, holding it up while patting his chest in honor as the fans welcome him back with cheers and applause, he heads to the steps & begins to look out at all of the fans in attendance, he now ebnters the ring & grabs a microphone from one of the techies outside while pouring in all of the fan responses.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton: I'M BACK!!!!!! Did you guys all miss me??!!!
The fans scream in shock for Orton's returrn as he takes a bow in the center of the ring before continuing to speak.
Now your all wondering many things right about now like where i've been? Well to be honest... I've been dealing with Hurricane Sandy affecting my home state & well also me & AJ have been staying at her parents house until it cleared up but now that i'm back... all my prayers go out to the survivors & next week you will be seeing me in action... no damn doubt about that!
The crowd gets excited once again until they see Kurt's wife AJ jumps over the barricade in her black short dress & converse's, he wonders why she wasn't out on the ramp for his entrance as she smiles & gives him a kiss in the center of his "Peep Zone".
Kurt recieves the kiss & hands her the case so he can have more room to move around, AJ stands in the corner near the right area of the ring & listens to Kurt finish up his speech.
Ok.... everyone if you did just see that, then TD Garden... i'm a newlywed married man to that lady right there.... As it pertains to the group Bret leads known as The Resistance, now while we are second rated in factions of Thy ... the one thing we have here is a simple goal & that's to destroy the damn knights!!!
To be honest.... to sit & home, watching JTB turn on us not even as a member but someone who just wants the money, championship glory & fame disgusts my very soul... hell I work hard for what I gotta get, Joey I hope you do get your ass kicked by us & well if you don't like or what i'm saying to u right now at this very exact moment..... you can LACE THE FUCK ... UP!
The crowd cheers some more as Kurt takes off his blazer, shirt & tie to come down to his Resistance T-shirt & slacks, he gives a wild & crazy smirk before going on.
I would like to now thank Bret for all of his hard work & dedication he throws in each night to please all of you & even myself, While Jacob Senn does not appreciate what the legends division did for me & all of my peeps out here, It's obvivous that Senn can call him old or whatever could be the case... he put on the same heart-warming, respectful & showmanship sporting act for an estimate of 15-20 years tops & I don't credit him badly for his work.... Senn, POT whatever litttle discretions you might have with Bret now... they end right here where I stand... If we want to destroy the knights... for fuck sakes let's act like a group & not a disfunctional family of brothers!
Orton smirks & then shows his serious eyes coming out as he's not playing with anyone while the fans scream & chant his name out in the audience, he ignores it while rapping up his final words.
I know we have a show to get to but if the current, reigning & defending Thy WWE Champion of this past Wrestlemania is watching , I want him to pay very, very close attention to these next words that i'm about to say.
Kurt walks up to the ropes in front of him & leans on them in a very serious manner before continuing.
I don't want to be A Bob Cena or A Jacob Senn because while they might be my group members, they honestly couldn't get the job done & I wanna do things Kurt Orton style... the way I wanna go out in style when I cash in! I will pick my spot come the Pay Per View but until that day comes.... my dream cash in will get rewarded in this motto on what I end with here tonight in the TD Garden, etch this in stone, write it on a scroll, tie it to a pigeon's foot & tape it all over your damn locker room wall because it will haunt you long & forever as you roam these halls with that motherfucking world title strap!!!!
Samuel Barton.... 1 Arena, 1 night, 1 cash in ... That's how i'm doing it & no other way will suffice simply because... That's....
HOW I ROLL!!!!
Your "Prodigy" has spoken!!!!
Kurt exits the ring with AJ following in toe as he is fuming determined to grab the world title as he takes each step, the cameras pan over to Don & Phil while he makes his way to the back.
Phil Latio: K. Orton making a good speech there.
Don Chuckles: Seems really cocky!
Phil Latio: He holds the money in the bank Don, he can be cocky!
Don Chuckles: Whatever Phil, but up next we have a huge match up.
Phil Latio: Brian Gunn will be defending his Excalibur Championship against Bret Hart!
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Thy World Wrestling Empire Television Championship...
{"Hitman" hits and the crowd goes wild for Bret Hart. He comes out from the back wearing his signature shades, and his signature leather jacket. He looks determined but he still slaps hands with some fans as he passes. He takes a detour at ringside to find a young fan to give his shades to. Bret then walks up the steps and enters the ring. Posing towards the hard camera, and then to the fans on the opposite side.}
Chuckles: Here is one of the all time greats, Phil...
Phil: Yeah, maybe then, but in today's Thy WWE, Bret Hart is out of his league. Especially against the Excalibur Champion, Brian Gunn. There's no way that Brian Gunn is gonna lose that title tonight!
{"Good Feeling" by Flo Rida hits and the crowd gives a big reaction, but also a mixed reaction.}
Phil: the fans of the Knights are out in full force tonight. They're the only smart fans we have in Thy WWE. They recognize just how important to Thy WWE and the future of Thy WWE the Knights really are!
Chuckles: The Knights are a cancer, Phil, cut the crap! They want one thing, and one thing only, and that is to rule Thy WWE! They got all the Championships, minus the Intercontinental...
Phil: They'll have that soon enough!
Chuckles:They hold down the other talent in Thy WWE! They're selfish egomaniacs and I can't wait for either The Resistance or Horsemen to take them down.
Phil: Well, you're gonna have to wait a long, long time for that to ever happen. Now shut the hell up and show the champ some respect. Here he comes!
{Brian Gunn comes out from the back holding the TV Title over his head with a cocky smile on his face. He struts down to the ring as the mixed reaction continues. He doesn't really care and all of his attention is focused on the challenger for his title, Bret Hart. Bret Hart stands in the ring waiting for Gunn, and Gunn stands outside the ring telling the ref to make Bret go to his corner. the ref does and Gunn slowly makes his way up the steps...}
Phil: The Champ is making his opponent wait tonight, and so he should, Chuckles... He is undefeated!
Chuckles: I think he should just get on with the damn match... This is a two hour show, dammit!
{Brian Gunn stops on the apron waving Bret Hart back to his corner once again. Bret Hart looks to be getting annoyed...}
Phil: Brian Gunn is getting inside the Hitman's head...
{Brian waits for the ref to get Bret in his corner then goes to enter the ring through the ropes. But he stops half way through and instead goes up to the second rope to pose with his Championship. Bret Hart looks like he might lose it as Brian Gunn looks down at him laughing. He tells the ref to get him back again, the ref obeys of course, and Brian Gunn finally enters the ring posing with the title once more as most of the fans are booing now...}
Chuckles: Get on with it!
Phil: The Champ can takes as much time as he needs. He earned that right, Chuckles, and keep in mind that Brian Gunn doesn't have to win to keep the title. Bret Hart does...
Chuckles: Right you are, Phil, but it looks like we're ready for the introductions...
{The ref comes over to Brian Gunn and takes the TV Title and hands it over to ringside. Then the ref comes back to Gunn to check for foreign objects. Brian Gunn looks insulted that the ref would think that he would even think of hiding something and won't let him. He tells the ref to check Bret hart first. After a few failed attempts, the ref gives up and goes over to check Bret Hart. Bret Hart allows the ref to check him, but while he is distracted, Brian Gunn flies acrosss the ring and strikes Hart with a forearm to the jaw. The crowd boos as Brian Gunn continues to drive shots into Bret Hart's gut in the corner...}
Chuckles: What a cheap shot! How can you condone actions like this, Phil?
Phil: What are you talking about, Chuckles? I didn't see him do anything wrong...
{Boots to the gut from Gunn to Hart as he continues to dominate Bret Hart in the corner. Gunn boots away on Hart who falls down in the corner. Gunn starts to stomp away on Hart's chest as the ref counts to four before Gunn stops and taunts to the crowd as many of them boo. Bret Hart back up but leaning on the turnbuckle. Gunn moves in for more boots, but Hart gets a boot in of his own. the crowd cheers as Bret Hart starts to connect with a few right hands until Brian Gunn finds a short cut with a rake of the eyes. Bret stumbles back, temporarily blinded. Gunn clubs him on the back. Gunn pushes Hart up against the ropes and whips him. Hart bounces off and Gunn connects with a back elbow. Hart goes down and Gunn drops an elbow across the chest. Gunn grabs hold of Hart's legs and goes to lock in the Figure Four...}
Phil: Brian Gunn's gonna end this one early!
Chuckles: Don't be so sure, Phil...
{Bret Hart pushes Gunn back towards the ropes as the right moment and explodes to his feet. Gunn bounces off the ropes and Bret leap frogs. Gunn offf the ropes again meets a hip toss. Gunn back up, gets arm dragged by Hart. Gunn back up meets another arm drag. Gunn up a third time is met by a drop kick. Bret looks pumped and Gunn gets back up, but quickly exits the ring as Bret goes for another move.}
Chuckles: Smart move by Gunn, I'll give him that...
Phil: Slowing down the pace, and so he should... This is his match, his title, and he's gonna compete on his own terms.
{ The crowd is hot for Bret Hart as he yells at Gunn to get back in to the ring. Gunn nods his head at Hart complimenting him for a good run. then Gunn cautiously slides back in to the ring. Both men circle each other a few times then lock up. Bret grabs Gunn by the arm and twists his arm into a wrist lock. Gunn winces and tries to reach the ropes but Bret wrenches the hold. Gunn winces again then quickly knocks Bret's hand lose, and grabs one swinging around and locking a wrist lock in of his own. Gunn laughs in Bret's face as he tightens the hold, then bends Bret's and moving behind him locking in a hammer lock. Bret swings wildly behind him but can't connect with anything. Gunn then transitions into a side headlock...}
Chuckles: Chain wrestling at its best, Phil!
{After a few seconds, Brian moves his leg forward and Bret takes advantage by lifting Gunn up and dropping him with a Back Suplex. Gunn up quick, though and goes at Hart. Hart grabs Gunn and takes him over with a Headlock Takedown and holds it. Bret Hart has Brian Gunn down in a headlock on the mat. Gunn lifts his legs up and grabs Bret by the head with them in a headlock grapevine. Bret struggles a bit then breaks the hold by kipping up back to his feet. Both men then have a stand off as the crowd shows their approval...}
LET'S GO HITMAN! LET'S GO GUNN!
{Both men nod at each other then start to circle again. they lock up and Gunn takes control with another headlock. Bret pushes him into the ropes and off. Gunn ducks a clothesline and bounces off again. Bret goes down to take out Gunn's legs, but Gunn steps over. Gunn off the ropes again and runs into a huge powerslam from Bret Hart. Bret Hart hooks the leg...
1...
2...
Kickout.
Bret keeps on the offensive, not letting Gunn get to his feet. Bret stomps Gunn in the head then he grabs Gunn's leg and stomps the inside of his knee a few times before locking in a leg grapevine. Gunn struggles to break the hold, but it won't happen. Eventually Gunn sits up and starts to club Bret Hart's legs. Bret has no choice but to break the hold. Bret up and is met with a huge clothesline out of nowhere. Bret slow to his feet and Gunn waits then hits another clothesline. Bret slowler up this time goes a clothesline of his own, and Gunn ducks, boots Hart in the gut and sets him up then lifts him up hitting a Pump Handle Slam, followed by a cover...
1...
2...
Kickout.
Gunn grabs Bret by the legs and starts to try to flip him over. Bret fights it but doesn't win the battle. Gunn locks in a Boston Crab. Bret screams out in pain as Gunn leans back. Bret tries to reach the ropes but they're too far away. The crowd wills Bret on as Bret tries to muster up the strength. He does muster up the strength and flips Gunn head over heels to the mat. Bret Hart up and shakes his leg a bit as Gunn stalks him from behind. Gunn charges and Bret turns around at the last second and lifts Gunn up hitting a scoop slam. Gunn right back up into another scoop slam. Then Gunn gets up a third time and Bret connects with a headbutt. Gunn sees stars as Bret lifts him up then drops him with a side walk slam. Bret pulls Gunn up by the head then lifts up dropping Gunn back first across his knee with a Backbreaker. Bret goes for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Bret grabs Gunn's legs then drops his forehead into the gut of Brian Gunn. Then he grabs hold of a leg and starts to stomp away on it...}
Chuckles: It looks as if The Hitman is trying to soften Brian Gunn up for the Sharpshooter.
{As if on cue, Bret goes for the Sharpshooter. The crowd pops but Gunn grabs Bret by the hair and rolls him over. The ref slides in the count...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Both men up slowly, Gunn hits Bret in the jaw once, the twice, then he whips Bret in to the corner. Gunn then charges full speed attempting a Spear but Bret moves at the last second. Brian Gunn hits shoulder first into the ringpost and Bret wastes no time leaving the ring grabbing Gunn by the legs and wrapping them around the ringpost and locking in his own Figure Four Leglock. Brian Gunn screams out in pain, flailing around wildly trying to find a way out...}
Phil: Cheater! Cheater! How can you condone action like this, Chuckles?
Chuckles: The Hitman's got a count of five before he gets DQ'd, Phil. It ain't illegal until then...
{Bret wrenches down on Brian's legs as the ref's count reaches four. Bret releases the hold and Gunn drags himself to the middle of the ring. Bret in the ring quick and grabs Gunn's legs. thwe crowd goes wild as Bret goes for the Sharpshooter again and this time he actually lock it in. Brian Gunn screams out again due to the damage that has already been done. He reaches out for the ropes but he's smack dab in the middle of the ring. Bret leans back and Gunn violently tries to move towards the ropes.}
Chuckles: Brian Gunn has no choice but to tap out! Bret Hart is gonna break his leg!
Phil: NO! Brain won't quit! He'd die before he quit!
Chuckles: He can save himself by tapping out, Phil. He can get a rematch for the title with Bret Hart any day! He just has to tap out or risk ending his damn career! I don't agree with his policies, but I don't want to see his career ending right here tonight in front of me!
{Brian scratches and claws to the ropes. He's almost there. he reaches out and grabs at the ropes...
But Bret Hart drags him back into the middle of the ring just as Gunn's hand was coming down...}
Chuckles: That's it... It's over!
Phil: ...
{Gunn struggles for a few seconds then lies there motionless...}
Phil: What happened? Did he tap?
Chuckles: No he did not, but I think he might have passed out from the pain! What a match! We're gonna have a new champion! the ref just has to call the match and declare Bret Hart the winner!
{The crowd at this point is going nuts, but a large portion of them are chanting for Brian Gunn...}
Phil: You hear that, Chuckles? the Knights' fans are still out there getting behind Brian Gunn! I gotta help... BRIAN GUNN! BRIAN GUNN! BRIAN GUNN!
Chuckles: Will you shut the hell up, Phil?
Phil: Oh no! The ref is checking on in... Wake up Brian!
{The ref checks Brian but he won't respond. Bret Hart won't let go of the hold. The ref looks confused. He looks around and goes to call for the bell but Brian Gunn pushes up at the last second. The crowd goes wild as Brian Gunn screams out like a warrior. Bret looks worried and Gunn grabs backwards at Bret's legs. He gets one and uses all of his strength to pull Bret Hart down and reverse the Sharpshooter. Brian Gunn now has Bret Hart locked in the Sharpshooter...}
Phil: YES! Finish him with his own move!
Chuckles: I can't believe it...
{Brian has no strength left in his legs though and Bret Hart easily reaches the ropes, forcing Gunn to break the hold. Gunn and Bret slowly get to their feet and Bret grabs Gunn and delivers a giant Piledriver...}
Chuckles: OH MY GOD! WHAT A MOVE!
{Bret Hart goes for the cover...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Bret Hart gets up and argues with the ref that it was three. The ref won't have any of it, though, and Bret turns his attention back to Gunn. he pulls Gunn up and Gunn rolls Bret up with an Inside Cradle...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Bret back up and sets Gunn up for another Piledriver. Gunn drops down though and crawls though Bret's legs. Bret turns around, Gunn with a boot, and sets him up. Brian Gunn then hits Bret Hart with the Heartbreaker and falls on top of him...
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING
Phil: Yes! What did I tell you, Chuckles? He did it again!
Winner: STILL Thy WWE Television Champion Brian Gunn!
{The crowd cheers both men after the match as both men lay in the ring.}
Chuckles: Brian Gunn is unstoppable! Is there anybody in Thy WWE that can beat Brian Gunn?
Phil: No way!
Chuckles: I'm starting to have doubts myself, Chuckles. But, there hasn't been a man out there to come this close to beating Brian Gunn. I mean... The man passed out in the middle of the match! Bret Hart put on one hell of a show, and one hell of a fight, Phil... You have to give him that!
Phil: Yeah, I'll give him that. Bret Hart almost got the job... ALMOST! But in Thy WWE... Almost doesn't mean a damn thing...
Chuckles: And just like me, these fans are showing their appreciation to both men. What a match!
Phil: Let's go to commercial break...
We find ourselves backstage where we see K. Orton and Jacob Senn arguing about something.
K. Orton: Senn, you are a great competitor but I was being honest out there, I don't think you are good enough to win the world title before me.
I am the leader of this gr..
Senn cuts him off.
Senn: I don't care if you are the leader, my goal is to become Thy World champion this year and to be honest, I would go through everyone on the roster to get there...even you!
K. Orton and Senn get nose to nose as we hear another voice. It's Stalker Knight.
Stalker Knight: Getting my daughter back from the Knights is more important than any title right now!
All three stare at each other for a good minute before that scene cuts and we find ourselves back in the arena with Don and Phil.
Phil Latio: Seems like Senn and K. Orton can't stand each other.
Don Chuckle: Their in the same team though.
Phil Latio: Indeed, but up next we have Senn taking on Sting!
Match Four: Sting vs Jacob Senn
Steve Cruise: This next contest is scheduled for one fall!
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Introducing first, from Venice Beach California... weighing in at 250 pounds.... he is "the Icon" .... STING!!!!!!!!
The lights cut out as "the Icon" Sting comes out from the curtain in his jacket & his red scorpion singlet screaming out to the crowd "WOOOO!" , he walks down the ramp as fans scream out in cheers for him while Sting smiles, getting in the ring & waiting on Senn.
His opponent, From New York City, New York ... weighing in at 247 pounds... he is "the Saviour" Jacob.. Senn!!!!!!!
Jacob walks out to a mixed reaction with the rebelish look of distain on his face, he knows what he's up against but he doesn't look worried, While Sting stares him down... Jacob taunts the fans & enters the ring, looking esteemed & somewhat elated at what he sees in front of him.. he then muscles up & gets angry.
Ding Ding Ding!
The referee rings the bell as Sting & Jacob stare each other down in the center of the ring, Sting tells Jacob under his breath "Good luck" as Jacob smirks in a cocky manner before getting in fighting stance, Sting does the same & as they square up in the center... Jacob tries to go for a jab, but Sting counters into an arm drag takedown.
Jacob rolls it over & catches Sting in one of his own arm drag followed by a kick to the back of his skull, Sting gets up & smirks at Jacob in honor of his early work , Jacob tries to attack further but Sting ducks the onslaught & connects with a Stinger Splash now in the corner.
Sting heads for another but is stopped by Senn's boot which connects to his jaw, Jacob now gets the offensive & hits repeated elbows to the back of The Icon's skull, Sting counters & kicks Senn in the gut before hitting a DDT on the canvas which sends him reeling & a little dizzy.
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Sting can't believe the outcome & begins to pick up Senn in anger, trying to hit another Scorpion, Jacob uses his strength to counter it into a bridged suplex pin.
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Senn gets up now & immediately gets hit with the Scorpion Deathdrop from Sting while he gets the pin.
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Jacob gets frustrated now & gets Sting in a headlock, pushing his long hair out of his vision so he can apply more power on the area, Sting begins to show signs of struggle as he wiggles his way back up into a stance where he can counter, he then leg sweeps Senn & begins an offense.
Sting begins with clotheslines back & forth sending Senn reeling to the canvas like a ping-pong ball, Senn hit a reverse DDT on Sting's 3rd time to the well & taunts to the fans before going up top to call for Revelation , he taunts one more time before successfully hitting it to perfection as he tries to get a 3 count going.
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Senn can't believe it as he strokes his hair back wildly in a daze, trying to figure out why Sting won't stay down, he moves across from him to hit The Judgement super-kick, Jacob begs for him to get up & as per request... Sting does so & screams "It's Showtime" before Senn tries to hit it, though he does hit the kick with force, knocking "The Icon" unconscious enough for a 3 count.
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Steve Cruise: Here is your winner.... "The Saviour" .... Jacob Senn !!!!
Winner: Jacob Senn!
Phil Latio: What a match and what a win for Senn!
Don Chuckles: Sting has been tough to slow down and Senn did just that!
Phil Latio: Good effort on both part but Senn had the edge the whole time!
Don Chuckles: Yes, but now up next we have our main event!
Phil Latio: Joey the Bastard taking on former world champion, POT! Should be a good one!
Main Event: P.O.T vs Joey the Bastard
The ref signals for the bell and the match begins. PoT and JTB stare each other down, circling each other like buzzards. The two lock up, and JTB’s weight and height gives him the early advantage as he manages to trap PoT’s arm behind him. PoT manages to counter and the two begin to chain wrestle.
Once again, JTB uses his heavier weight to his advantage and breaks the chain with a powerful shoulder slam. PoT stumbles but manages to duck JTB’s follow-up clothesline. He instinctively goes for a Russian Leg Sweep, which causes JTB to trip up. PoT follows up quickly with an Enzuguri, which sends JTB to the mat. PoT goes for a quick cover.
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JTB throws PoT off him and damn near across the ring. PoT rolls twice before jumping back up and facing JTB, who has gotten to his feet again. The two stare each other down. JTB smiles slowly, clapping PoT’s surprise attack. PoT isn’t amused. PoT tenses up and motions for JTB to come on the attack. JTB’s smile fades and he walks slowly towards PoT. He takes a swing, but PoT ducks. He takes another swing, PoT ducks again.
JTB takes another swing, and as PoT ducks, JTB aims a high big boot towards PoT. His boot connects to PoTs face, and as the man falls, Joey takes a moment to collect himself.
JTB begins to dominate PoT, wearing him down with several submission moves on various parts of his body. PoT manages to reach the ropes. JTB pulls him back to the center of the ring and lifts him into the air and drops him with a devastating powerbomb. The crowd cheers as JTB goes for the cover.
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JTB gets to his feet, bringing PoT up with him by the hair. PoT yells in protest, grabbing at JTB’s hand in an attempt to free himself of JTB’s grip. JTB finally released PoT by tossing him carelessly across the ring.
PoT goes flying face first into the mat. JTB rolls PoT over and grabs his legs and locks in a Sharpshooter. PoT screams in agony as JTB applies the pressure. The ref drops in front of PoT and asks him if he wants to quit. PoT shakes his head and balls up his fists in determination. He starts slowly inching towards the ropes. JTB turns back and taunts him.
PoT manages to grasp the bottom rope. The ref begins the release count. JTB frees PoT at 4 and turns towards him. PoT is still hanging onto the bottom rope with one arm, rubbing at his legs with his free hand. JTB grabs PoT’s leg and twists it around before dropping his full weight on it.
PoT screams again, writhing in pain away from the ropes.
The crowd cheers loudly, trying to spur on the former champion in the face of the The crowd continues to cheer and starts chanting for PoT. JTB feels PoT struggling beneath him and gets off of him, staying on his knees and staring down at PoT. PoT is cringing in pain, but rolls away as soon as JTB removes his weight.
Just as JTB backs up, he rushes in, going for an elbow drop, but PoT rolls out of the way. He spears JTB into the mat, clinching on with a headlock and ramming numerous forearm shots into the head. As both men climb up to their feet, a brawl begins between both men - when all of a sudden, the tide changes in a way they didn't expect.
K. Orton rushes in, diving under the bottom rope and slamming JTB in the back of the head. As he drops, he immediately puts the boots in, only for PoT to ask what the hell he thinks he's doing. The bell goes off.
DING DING DING!
Steve Cruise: Winner by DQ....Joey the Bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phil Latio: What the hell K. Orton!
Don Chuckles: That was uncalled for!
The Knights aren't taking it, and soon Brian Gunn and Beno join the fight as well.
Jacob Senn rushes down, lead pipe in hand, only to be immediately decked from behind by Stalker Knight, of all people. Stalker steals the pipe and rushes down, intending to get some revenge of his own, with the rest of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse in tow. Senn gets up and charges to the ring, and before anyone knows it, the ring has completely degraded into a nine-man melee.
Vince McMahon - Hold it! Hold on a damn second, hold it!
To everyone's surprise, including those in the ring, they do. Out comes Vince McMahon, beet red in the face.
Vince McMahon - I am sick to death of this. I have spent nearly a whole damn year trying to take control of my own company - my own damn legacy. Getting rid of parasite general managers and that whole SCW crap, and I will not lose control of my brand like this. No more! I won't have it.
Vince sneers, glaring at all three groups in the ring.
Vince McMahon - Everywhere I look it's unions, factions, stables, groups, collectives, whatever you wanna call it. You want to make out you're all thicker than blood? Then prove it. Go on. Prove your cause is bigger than yourself. I can guarantee that not one of you in that ring would hesitate to stab your partner in the back if it meant you had the chance of being champion.
Funnily enough, some in the ring subtly admit it. Jacob Senn and Kurt Orton can be seen suspiciously eyeing one another.
Vince McMahon - So how about this. In two weeks time, we're going to have a little experiment I like to call 'Justice for Some'. Nine men in one match. Three versus three versus three. We're going to have the Knights, the Resistance and the HoA, settling this whole affair once and for all. No hesitation, no simmering, just get it all out in the open.
The brawl looks ready to start up again.
Vince McMahon - BUT. All three titles are going to be on the line. Three fall, no eliminations. First fall for the Television Championship, second for the Intercontinental Championship - and the third for Thy WWE World Heavyweight Championship.
The Knights take exception for obvious reason.
Vince McMahon - And here's the kicker - just to see if there is such a thing as 'honor between Knights'. You get the fall, you get the belt - even if the champion is your own damn partner.
Vince throws the mic down, screaming at security backstage to get all nine out of his ring. Security begins to swarm down, but ultimately, they just become bodies in an ever growing melee. RAW ends with the ring filled with brawling bodies, an ever growing sense of chaos as the feed cuts to black.
Located at: TD Bank Arena, Boston, Massachusetts
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Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW on a Sunday!
Don Chuckles: Damn air plane was delayed because of the snow here in Boston.
Phil Latio: We never skip a week fans, you will never have to worry about that!
Don Chuckles: Alright, you guys waited too long for this show, let's start!
Phil Latio: Joe Hennig will be taking on Razor Ramon!
Match One: Joe Hennig vs Razor Ramon
The moment the ref calls for the bell to start the match both men come running out of their corners looking to get a early advantage and as they reach each other Razor tries to hit Joe Hennig with a vicious clothesline but Hennig ducks under the arm of Razor and continues to run towards the ring ropes and as he reaches them he jumps onto the middle rope and pushes himself off so he fly’s backward in the air twisting his body as he goes then within a split second Hennig nails a unsuspecting Razor Ramon with a cross body crashing him to the mat, Hennig gets back to his feet and as he does he pulls Razor up with him then tries to swing him toward the ropes but Ramon counters then uses a all his power to whip Hennig toward one of the turnbuckles and as hennig meets with the turnbuckle he crashes against it then bounces off due to the force he was thrown into it then as he bounces off Razor grabs him and lands a perfect German suplex to Hennig who comes crashing down on the back of his neck.
Don Chuckles: Oh My God Phil did you just see that Hennig came crashing down on the back of his neck...
Phil Latio: I sure did Don let’s hope Joe can still continue this match.
As the ref tries to see if Hennig is ok to continue the match Razor Ramon walks over and grabs the ref by the back of his shirt and pulls him out of the way then proceeds to jump in the air then comes crashing down landing a leg drop to the face of Hennig before attempting a pin.
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KICKOUT!!
Razor gets to his feet and pulls Hennig up with him then lands ddt to the skull of Hennig then tries to put pressure on the back of Hennigs neck clearly trying to force him to give up in the match but although Hennig is screaming in pain he does not give in which angers Razor who quickly gets to his feet and attempts to land another German Suplex but somehow hennig manages to counter as he flips backward onto his feet then as Razor gets to his feet Hennig Nails him with a roundhouse kick to the face dropping Razor to the mat as he rolls around holding his face, Hennig seems his chance to capitalize on the match and goes for it as he begins to stomp on the face and stomach of Razor while holding the back of his neck due to being in immense pain from landing on it before, but the pain don’t stop Hennig as he picks up Razor and nails him with a stalling suplex before attempting a pin.
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Hennig climbs back to his feet then locks down at Razor before running toward the ropes and bounces off them and attempts a baseball slide on Razor but misses as Razor manages to kick flip up to his feet just in time then quickly turns and begins to stomp on Hennig a few times before picking him up to his feet and whipping Hennig into one of the turnbuckles once again but this time Hennig hits the turnbuckle and just stays there leaning up against the turnbuckle and as he does Razor runs over and quickly Grabs him then lifts him up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle before climbing up the turnbuckle himself pulling Hennig up to a standing Position so both men are standing on the top rope and as they do Razor sets Hennig up for a superplex but just before he can pull it off Hennig pushes Razor causing him to fall backward into the ring but with the force of the push from Hennig it causes himself to stumble and fall backwards out of the ring and then crashes down to the hard floor outside with a ear splitting thud.
Phil Latio: This could be the end of the match right here Don, it looks like Hennig is out of it now after that fall.
Don Chuckles: I hope he is ok the kid is only just starting out here in Thy Wwe it would be a shame to see his time here come to a end so soon.
Razor begins to get to his feet and as he does he yells at the ref to count Hennig out and as he does the ref begins to count out and as the ref reaches six Hennig is only just starting to come round and don’t look like he will be able to make it back into the ring in time but then out of nowhere Don Chuckles takes off his headset and goes running over to Hennig and helps him into the ring just before the ref gets to the ten count.
Phil Latio: what the hell are you doing Don get back here you can’t go running around interfering in matches...
As Don gets Hennig back into the ring he returns to the announcers table and as soon as he sits down and gets his headset on both Phil and Don begin to argue over what Don just did but back in the ring Hennig is still down on the mat while Razor is standing over him stamping on his back, after a few kicks to the back of Hennig, Razor picks him up and attempts to land the Razor Edge looking to end the match but fails to do so as Hennig counters and pushes Razor away from him buying Hennig a few moments to try and pull himself together but before he can Razor is back on him and this time is landing rights and lefts to the head of Hennig, as Ramon goes to land another right hook Hennig manages to duck out of the way and land a powerful left snap jab to the jaw of Razor causing him to stumble backward a few steps and as Razor tries to regain his Balance Hennig seizes on his chance to strike and does so with a lethal clothesline dropping Razor to the match with such force it causes Hennig to fall to the mat as well.
Don Chuckles: This match is getting Dangerous Phil the ref needs to call an end to it.
Phil Latio: He nearly had the match ended not long ago Phil but someone decided they wanted to play god tonight.
Don Chuckles: oh go back to watching your DVD of Divas gone wild you cry baby...
Both Hennig and Razor are down on the mat trying to get their breath back then after a few moments both men begin to pull themselves back to their feet but it is Hennig who manages to get back to his feet first and as he does he wastes no time as he sets Razor up for his finishing move Turning Heads but just before he manages to connect Razor counters and nails Hennig with the Razor Edge then quickly goes for the pin.
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Winner: Razor Ramon
Phil Latio: Wow what a match Don!
Don Chuckles: Joe Hennig was so close Phil!
Phil Latio: Not close enough!
Don Chuckles: Well, up next we have a match I am going to enjoy watching!
Phil Latio: But first, a commercial break!
--COMMERCIAL BREAK--
Match Two: Demmi Mae vs Destiny Lagos-Knight
As the show comes back from a commercial break Destiny is standing in the ring awaiting her opponent which doesn’t take too long as Steve Cruise Raises his microphone and begins to announce the next person in the match.
Steve Cruise: THE NEXT PERSON IN THIS MATCH WEIGHTING IN AT 110 POUNDS HAILING FROM HOUSTEN, TEXAS... REPRESENTING THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE DEMMMIII....MAE!!
The lights begin to flicker as The Beautiful People-Marilyn Manson then after a few moments Demmi walks out on the stage with none other than Brian Gunn following closely Behind her, as demmi reaches the top of the ramp way she stops then looks out at the crowd who is giving a mixed reaction or cheers and boos then after a few moments Demmi begins to continue on her way down to the ring with Brian walking by her side and both of them are talking to each other and by the looks of it Brian is giving Demmi a pep talk. Once Demmi reaches the ring she stops and lets Brian take the lead then follows behind him as he walks up the steel steps then across the apron then sits on the middle rope and pushes the top rope upward for Demmi to climb into the ring and just before she does Demmi gives Brian a kiss on the cheek then continues into the ring as Brian gets up and lets the ropes go then jumps down off the ring apron and walks round to the left side of the ring and leans on the apron.
Don Chuckles: Well here we go Phil, it is time to see if Demmi will continue to rule the Divas Division or will Destiny finally end her streak.
Phil Latio: Demmi has been impressive since she arrived at Thy Wwe Don and I don’t think Destiny has what it takes to hang with Miss Mae.
The ref looks at both women then asks them if they are ready to begin and both of them nod in agreement and as they do the ref motions for the bell to ring to start the match and just as it does Destiny comes rushing out of her corner looking to take Demmi out right away but Demmi rolls out of the way just in time causing Destiny to smash into the turnbuckle Demmi was standing near and as she does Demmi just stands there laughing, Destiny quickly turns around and locks up with Demmi and both women begin a test of strength and within seconds Destiny over powers Demmi to the floor but then as she goes to climb on top of Demmi she flips Destiny over her head then quickly rolls onto her knees then jumps up to her feet before taking a run at Destiny and going to kick her in the head but destiny grabs Demmis foot just before she can then climbs back to her feet still holding Demmis foot and as she does she begins to shout something at Demmi but as she does she takes too long and Demmi uses it to her advantage as she jumps and nails Destiny with a ensijuri.
Demmi jumps back up to her feet then as Destiny rolls around on the floor holding her face Demmi grabs her and picks her up before whipping her toward the ropes and as Destiny bounces off Demmi grabs her and nails Destiny with a scoop slam then quickly tries to go for a pin but Destiny kicks out right away.
Don Chuckles: Demmi just wants to end this match as soon as possible Phil.
Phil Latio: It seems that way Don but Destiny is not going to give up that easy.
Demmi gets back to her feet and pulls Destiny with her then goes to whip her to the ropes once more but Destiny counters and whips Demmi into the rope and as Demmi bounces off the ropes Destiny goes to land a punch to the face of Demmi but Demmi ducks under Destiny’s arm and runs to the opposite ropes and as she bounces off she grabs the back of Destiny’s head and lands a bulldog on her, Demmi then climbs on top of Destiny and begins to land punch after punch to her face then after a short time climbs back to her feet and then begins to stomp on Destiny’s legs and arms, Demmi then runs to one of the turnbuckles and begins to climb up but as she dives off looking to land a cross body Destiny quickly gets to her feet and grabs Demmi in mid jump then nails her with a sidewalk slam.
Both women lay on the mat trying to grab their breath back then after a few moments they both start to get back to their feet and as they do they just stand looking at each other for a few moments then go to lock up again but just before they do Demmi kicks Destiny in the stomach then quickly follows up with a DDT and goes for another pin.
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Phil Latio: That was a close one Don I really thought Demmi may have just snatched it with that one.
Don Chuckles: I did as well Phil but I am starting to wonder now will Destiny be the one to get an upset win over Demmi.
Demmi starts to argue with the Ref saying it should of been a three count but he reacted two slow but while she is arguing Destiny gets back to her feet then takes a run at Demmi and goes for a clothesline but Demmi sees her coming just in time and gets out of the way causing Destiny to hit the ref knocking him over then as the ref is laying there holding his face Brian sees it as a opportunity to strike and quickly slides into the ring and tells Demmi to get back and as she does he grabs Destiny and quickly nails the unsuspecting Diva with Heart Breaker then quickly rolls back out of the ring and leans against the ring apron again like he didn’t do anything and as he does Demmi runs over to the ref and begins to pull him toward Destiny and goes for a pin as the ref slowly begins to count.
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Phil Latio: What the hell is Brian doing attacking a Diva that is just wrong Don, he has just gone too far now.
Don Chuckles: Oh shut up Phil Brian was trying to help out Demmi that is all and I for one applaud him for that.
Phil Latio: Then both of you are just plain sick people...
Demmi Sits up and looks at Brian who looks back at her with a complete surprised look on his face, a few moments pass then Demmi gets up to her feet and starts to kick Destiny in the face and as she does Brian yells at her to end it now which Demmi nods in agreement then locks in Mantenga sueño del dragón(Dragon Sleeper Hold) on Destiny and tries to get her to tap but even though Destiny is screaming out in pain she still does not tap then after a moment or two she begins to try and pull herself toward the ropes, after a lot of struggling Destiny makes it to the ropes and as she does the ref tries to grab Demmi off her but she doesn’t let go forcing him to begin to count to four but as he does Demmi lets go on three then begins to argue with the ref and as she does Brian sees another opportunity and quickly runs round to the side of the ring where destiny is and pulls out a knuckle duster from his right boot and puts it on then Nails Destiny in the head with it before dropping to his knees so he is out of sight of the ref but as Demmi walks over to grab Destiny she sees him and they both smile at each other before Demmi picks up Destiny who is looking rather out of it then proceeds to nails her with La Mata then goes for a pin.
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Winner: Demmi Mae!
Demmi gets to her feet and as she does Brian slides into the ring and grabs her and hugs her before raising her hand in victory while the ref is checking on Destiny to see if she is ok...
Don Chuckles: Impressive win for Demmi there she totally dominated the match and left Destiny without a chance.
Phil Latio: Pull your tongue out of the knights arses will you Don this match was not a fair one at all, this just showed exactly the type of things the knights will stoop to, to get a win it is just a disgrace I tell you.
Don Chuckles: the knights are innovative people and they are willing to do what it takes to get the job done Phil if anything that shows that the knights are all a smart bunch of people...
--COMMERCIAL BREAK--
The Thy WWE Universe is Live in the TD Garden for Monday Night Raw & they are just coming off a commercial & soon after promotions for companies come off the air.... the lights flicker out back & forth until a voice we all remember screams throughout the PA System....
HIT!
THE!
SWITCH!
Out comes "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton dressed to impress in a suit & tie with his Money in the bank Briefcase in his left hand, holding it up while patting his chest in honor as the fans welcome him back with cheers and applause, he heads to the steps & begins to look out at all of the fans in attendance, he now ebnters the ring & grabs a microphone from one of the techies outside while pouring in all of the fan responses.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton: I'M BACK!!!!!! Did you guys all miss me??!!!
The fans scream in shock for Orton's returrn as he takes a bow in the center of the ring before continuing to speak.
Now your all wondering many things right about now like where i've been? Well to be honest... I've been dealing with Hurricane Sandy affecting my home state & well also me & AJ have been staying at her parents house until it cleared up but now that i'm back... all my prayers go out to the survivors & next week you will be seeing me in action... no damn doubt about that!
The crowd gets excited once again until they see Kurt's wife AJ jumps over the barricade in her black short dress & converse's, he wonders why she wasn't out on the ramp for his entrance as she smiles & gives him a kiss in the center of his "Peep Zone".
Kurt recieves the kiss & hands her the case so he can have more room to move around, AJ stands in the corner near the right area of the ring & listens to Kurt finish up his speech.
Ok.... everyone if you did just see that, then TD Garden... i'm a newlywed married man to that lady right there.... As it pertains to the group Bret leads known as The Resistance, now while we are second rated in factions of Thy ... the one thing we have here is a simple goal & that's to destroy the damn knights!!!
To be honest.... to sit & home, watching JTB turn on us not even as a member but someone who just wants the money, championship glory & fame disgusts my very soul... hell I work hard for what I gotta get, Joey I hope you do get your ass kicked by us & well if you don't like or what i'm saying to u right now at this very exact moment..... you can LACE THE FUCK ... UP!
The crowd cheers some more as Kurt takes off his blazer, shirt & tie to come down to his Resistance T-shirt & slacks, he gives a wild & crazy smirk before going on.
I would like to now thank Bret for all of his hard work & dedication he throws in each night to please all of you & even myself, While Jacob Senn does not appreciate what the legends division did for me & all of my peeps out here, It's obvivous that Senn can call him old or whatever could be the case... he put on the same heart-warming, respectful & showmanship sporting act for an estimate of 15-20 years tops & I don't credit him badly for his work.... Senn, POT whatever litttle discretions you might have with Bret now... they end right here where I stand... If we want to destroy the knights... for fuck sakes let's act like a group & not a disfunctional family of brothers!
Orton smirks & then shows his serious eyes coming out as he's not playing with anyone while the fans scream & chant his name out in the audience, he ignores it while rapping up his final words.
I know we have a show to get to but if the current, reigning & defending Thy WWE Champion of this past Wrestlemania is watching , I want him to pay very, very close attention to these next words that i'm about to say.
Kurt walks up to the ropes in front of him & leans on them in a very serious manner before continuing.
I don't want to be A Bob Cena or A Jacob Senn because while they might be my group members, they honestly couldn't get the job done & I wanna do things Kurt Orton style... the way I wanna go out in style when I cash in! I will pick my spot come the Pay Per View but until that day comes.... my dream cash in will get rewarded in this motto on what I end with here tonight in the TD Garden, etch this in stone, write it on a scroll, tie it to a pigeon's foot & tape it all over your damn locker room wall because it will haunt you long & forever as you roam these halls with that motherfucking world title strap!!!!
Samuel Barton.... 1 Arena, 1 night, 1 cash in ... That's how i'm doing it & no other way will suffice simply because... That's....
HOW I ROLL!!!!
Your "Prodigy" has spoken!!!!
Kurt exits the ring with AJ following in toe as he is fuming determined to grab the world title as he takes each step, the cameras pan over to Don & Phil while he makes his way to the back.
Phil Latio: K. Orton making a good speech there.
Don Chuckles: Seems really cocky!
Phil Latio: He holds the money in the bank Don, he can be cocky!
Don Chuckles: Whatever Phil, but up next we have a huge match up.
Phil Latio: Brian Gunn will be defending his Excalibur Championship against Bret Hart!
Match Three (No DQ): Brian Gunn (c) vs Bret Hart
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(Excalibur Championship)
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Thy World Wrestling Empire Television Championship...
{"Hitman" hits and the crowd goes wild for Bret Hart. He comes out from the back wearing his signature shades, and his signature leather jacket. He looks determined but he still slaps hands with some fans as he passes. He takes a detour at ringside to find a young fan to give his shades to. Bret then walks up the steps and enters the ring. Posing towards the hard camera, and then to the fans on the opposite side.}
Chuckles: Here is one of the all time greats, Phil...
Phil: Yeah, maybe then, but in today's Thy WWE, Bret Hart is out of his league. Especially against the Excalibur Champion, Brian Gunn. There's no way that Brian Gunn is gonna lose that title tonight!
{"Good Feeling" by Flo Rida hits and the crowd gives a big reaction, but also a mixed reaction.}
Phil: the fans of the Knights are out in full force tonight. They're the only smart fans we have in Thy WWE. They recognize just how important to Thy WWE and the future of Thy WWE the Knights really are!
Chuckles: The Knights are a cancer, Phil, cut the crap! They want one thing, and one thing only, and that is to rule Thy WWE! They got all the Championships, minus the Intercontinental...
Phil: They'll have that soon enough!
Chuckles:They hold down the other talent in Thy WWE! They're selfish egomaniacs and I can't wait for either The Resistance or Horsemen to take them down.
Phil: Well, you're gonna have to wait a long, long time for that to ever happen. Now shut the hell up and show the champ some respect. Here he comes!
{Brian Gunn comes out from the back holding the TV Title over his head with a cocky smile on his face. He struts down to the ring as the mixed reaction continues. He doesn't really care and all of his attention is focused on the challenger for his title, Bret Hart. Bret Hart stands in the ring waiting for Gunn, and Gunn stands outside the ring telling the ref to make Bret go to his corner. the ref does and Gunn slowly makes his way up the steps...}
Phil: The Champ is making his opponent wait tonight, and so he should, Chuckles... He is undefeated!
Chuckles: I think he should just get on with the damn match... This is a two hour show, dammit!
{Brian Gunn stops on the apron waving Bret Hart back to his corner once again. Bret Hart looks to be getting annoyed...}
Phil: Brian Gunn is getting inside the Hitman's head...
{Brian waits for the ref to get Bret in his corner then goes to enter the ring through the ropes. But he stops half way through and instead goes up to the second rope to pose with his Championship. Bret Hart looks like he might lose it as Brian Gunn looks down at him laughing. He tells the ref to get him back again, the ref obeys of course, and Brian Gunn finally enters the ring posing with the title once more as most of the fans are booing now...}
Chuckles: Get on with it!
Phil: The Champ can takes as much time as he needs. He earned that right, Chuckles, and keep in mind that Brian Gunn doesn't have to win to keep the title. Bret Hart does...
Chuckles: Right you are, Phil, but it looks like we're ready for the introductions...
{The ref comes over to Brian Gunn and takes the TV Title and hands it over to ringside. Then the ref comes back to Gunn to check for foreign objects. Brian Gunn looks insulted that the ref would think that he would even think of hiding something and won't let him. He tells the ref to check Bret hart first. After a few failed attempts, the ref gives up and goes over to check Bret Hart. Bret Hart allows the ref to check him, but while he is distracted, Brian Gunn flies acrosss the ring and strikes Hart with a forearm to the jaw. The crowd boos as Brian Gunn continues to drive shots into Bret Hart's gut in the corner...}
Chuckles: What a cheap shot! How can you condone actions like this, Phil?
Phil: What are you talking about, Chuckles? I didn't see him do anything wrong...
{Boots to the gut from Gunn to Hart as he continues to dominate Bret Hart in the corner. Gunn boots away on Hart who falls down in the corner. Gunn starts to stomp away on Hart's chest as the ref counts to four before Gunn stops and taunts to the crowd as many of them boo. Bret Hart back up but leaning on the turnbuckle. Gunn moves in for more boots, but Hart gets a boot in of his own. the crowd cheers as Bret Hart starts to connect with a few right hands until Brian Gunn finds a short cut with a rake of the eyes. Bret stumbles back, temporarily blinded. Gunn clubs him on the back. Gunn pushes Hart up against the ropes and whips him. Hart bounces off and Gunn connects with a back elbow. Hart goes down and Gunn drops an elbow across the chest. Gunn grabs hold of Hart's legs and goes to lock in the Figure Four...}
Phil: Brian Gunn's gonna end this one early!
Chuckles: Don't be so sure, Phil...
{Bret Hart pushes Gunn back towards the ropes as the right moment and explodes to his feet. Gunn bounces off the ropes and Bret leap frogs. Gunn offf the ropes again meets a hip toss. Gunn back up, gets arm dragged by Hart. Gunn back up meets another arm drag. Gunn up a third time is met by a drop kick. Bret looks pumped and Gunn gets back up, but quickly exits the ring as Bret goes for another move.}
Chuckles: Smart move by Gunn, I'll give him that...
Phil: Slowing down the pace, and so he should... This is his match, his title, and he's gonna compete on his own terms.
{ The crowd is hot for Bret Hart as he yells at Gunn to get back in to the ring. Gunn nods his head at Hart complimenting him for a good run. then Gunn cautiously slides back in to the ring. Both men circle each other a few times then lock up. Bret grabs Gunn by the arm and twists his arm into a wrist lock. Gunn winces and tries to reach the ropes but Bret wrenches the hold. Gunn winces again then quickly knocks Bret's hand lose, and grabs one swinging around and locking a wrist lock in of his own. Gunn laughs in Bret's face as he tightens the hold, then bends Bret's and moving behind him locking in a hammer lock. Bret swings wildly behind him but can't connect with anything. Gunn then transitions into a side headlock...}
Chuckles: Chain wrestling at its best, Phil!
{After a few seconds, Brian moves his leg forward and Bret takes advantage by lifting Gunn up and dropping him with a Back Suplex. Gunn up quick, though and goes at Hart. Hart grabs Gunn and takes him over with a Headlock Takedown and holds it. Bret Hart has Brian Gunn down in a headlock on the mat. Gunn lifts his legs up and grabs Bret by the head with them in a headlock grapevine. Bret struggles a bit then breaks the hold by kipping up back to his feet. Both men then have a stand off as the crowd shows their approval...}
LET'S GO HITMAN! LET'S GO GUNN!
{Both men nod at each other then start to circle again. they lock up and Gunn takes control with another headlock. Bret pushes him into the ropes and off. Gunn ducks a clothesline and bounces off again. Bret goes down to take out Gunn's legs, but Gunn steps over. Gunn off the ropes again and runs into a huge powerslam from Bret Hart. Bret Hart hooks the leg...
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Bret keeps on the offensive, not letting Gunn get to his feet. Bret stomps Gunn in the head then he grabs Gunn's leg and stomps the inside of his knee a few times before locking in a leg grapevine. Gunn struggles to break the hold, but it won't happen. Eventually Gunn sits up and starts to club Bret Hart's legs. Bret has no choice but to break the hold. Bret up and is met with a huge clothesline out of nowhere. Bret slow to his feet and Gunn waits then hits another clothesline. Bret slowler up this time goes a clothesline of his own, and Gunn ducks, boots Hart in the gut and sets him up then lifts him up hitting a Pump Handle Slam, followed by a cover...
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Gunn grabs Bret by the legs and starts to try to flip him over. Bret fights it but doesn't win the battle. Gunn locks in a Boston Crab. Bret screams out in pain as Gunn leans back. Bret tries to reach the ropes but they're too far away. The crowd wills Bret on as Bret tries to muster up the strength. He does muster up the strength and flips Gunn head over heels to the mat. Bret Hart up and shakes his leg a bit as Gunn stalks him from behind. Gunn charges and Bret turns around at the last second and lifts Gunn up hitting a scoop slam. Gunn right back up into another scoop slam. Then Gunn gets up a third time and Bret connects with a headbutt. Gunn sees stars as Bret lifts him up then drops him with a side walk slam. Bret pulls Gunn up by the head then lifts up dropping Gunn back first across his knee with a Backbreaker. Bret goes for the cover...
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Bret grabs Gunn's legs then drops his forehead into the gut of Brian Gunn. Then he grabs hold of a leg and starts to stomp away on it...}
Chuckles: It looks as if The Hitman is trying to soften Brian Gunn up for the Sharpshooter.
{As if on cue, Bret goes for the Sharpshooter. The crowd pops but Gunn grabs Bret by the hair and rolls him over. The ref slides in the count...
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Both men up slowly, Gunn hits Bret in the jaw once, the twice, then he whips Bret in to the corner. Gunn then charges full speed attempting a Spear but Bret moves at the last second. Brian Gunn hits shoulder first into the ringpost and Bret wastes no time leaving the ring grabbing Gunn by the legs and wrapping them around the ringpost and locking in his own Figure Four Leglock. Brian Gunn screams out in pain, flailing around wildly trying to find a way out...}
Phil: Cheater! Cheater! How can you condone action like this, Chuckles?
Chuckles: The Hitman's got a count of five before he gets DQ'd, Phil. It ain't illegal until then...
{Bret wrenches down on Brian's legs as the ref's count reaches four. Bret releases the hold and Gunn drags himself to the middle of the ring. Bret in the ring quick and grabs Gunn's legs. thwe crowd goes wild as Bret goes for the Sharpshooter again and this time he actually lock it in. Brian Gunn screams out again due to the damage that has already been done. He reaches out for the ropes but he's smack dab in the middle of the ring. Bret leans back and Gunn violently tries to move towards the ropes.}
Chuckles: Brian Gunn has no choice but to tap out! Bret Hart is gonna break his leg!
Phil: NO! Brain won't quit! He'd die before he quit!
Chuckles: He can save himself by tapping out, Phil. He can get a rematch for the title with Bret Hart any day! He just has to tap out or risk ending his damn career! I don't agree with his policies, but I don't want to see his career ending right here tonight in front of me!
{Brian scratches and claws to the ropes. He's almost there. he reaches out and grabs at the ropes...
But Bret Hart drags him back into the middle of the ring just as Gunn's hand was coming down...}
Chuckles: That's it... It's over!
Phil: ...
{Gunn struggles for a few seconds then lies there motionless...}
Phil: What happened? Did he tap?
Chuckles: No he did not, but I think he might have passed out from the pain! What a match! We're gonna have a new champion! the ref just has to call the match and declare Bret Hart the winner!
{The crowd at this point is going nuts, but a large portion of them are chanting for Brian Gunn...}
Phil: You hear that, Chuckles? the Knights' fans are still out there getting behind Brian Gunn! I gotta help... BRIAN GUNN! BRIAN GUNN! BRIAN GUNN!
Chuckles: Will you shut the hell up, Phil?
Phil: Oh no! The ref is checking on in... Wake up Brian!
{The ref checks Brian but he won't respond. Bret Hart won't let go of the hold. The ref looks confused. He looks around and goes to call for the bell but Brian Gunn pushes up at the last second. The crowd goes wild as Brian Gunn screams out like a warrior. Bret looks worried and Gunn grabs backwards at Bret's legs. He gets one and uses all of his strength to pull Bret Hart down and reverse the Sharpshooter. Brian Gunn now has Bret Hart locked in the Sharpshooter...}
Phil: YES! Finish him with his own move!
Chuckles: I can't believe it...
{Brian has no strength left in his legs though and Bret Hart easily reaches the ropes, forcing Gunn to break the hold. Gunn and Bret slowly get to their feet and Bret grabs Gunn and delivers a giant Piledriver...}
Chuckles: OH MY GOD! WHAT A MOVE!
{Bret Hart goes for the cover...
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Bret Hart gets up and argues with the ref that it was three. The ref won't have any of it, though, and Bret turns his attention back to Gunn. he pulls Gunn up and Gunn rolls Bret up with an Inside Cradle...
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Bret back up and sets Gunn up for another Piledriver. Gunn drops down though and crawls though Bret's legs. Bret turns around, Gunn with a boot, and sets him up. Brian Gunn then hits Bret Hart with the Heartbreaker and falls on top of him...
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DING DING DING
Phil: Yes! What did I tell you, Chuckles? He did it again!
Winner: STILL Thy WWE Television Champion Brian Gunn!
{The crowd cheers both men after the match as both men lay in the ring.}
Chuckles: Brian Gunn is unstoppable! Is there anybody in Thy WWE that can beat Brian Gunn?
Phil: No way!
Chuckles: I'm starting to have doubts myself, Chuckles. But, there hasn't been a man out there to come this close to beating Brian Gunn. I mean... The man passed out in the middle of the match! Bret Hart put on one hell of a show, and one hell of a fight, Phil... You have to give him that!
Phil: Yeah, I'll give him that. Bret Hart almost got the job... ALMOST! But in Thy WWE... Almost doesn't mean a damn thing...
Chuckles: And just like me, these fans are showing their appreciation to both men. What a match!
Phil: Let's go to commercial break...
--COMMERCIAL BREAK--
We find ourselves backstage where we see K. Orton and Jacob Senn arguing about something.
K. Orton: Senn, you are a great competitor but I was being honest out there, I don't think you are good enough to win the world title before me.
I am the leader of this gr..
Senn cuts him off.
Senn: I don't care if you are the leader, my goal is to become Thy World champion this year and to be honest, I would go through everyone on the roster to get there...even you!
K. Orton and Senn get nose to nose as we hear another voice. It's Stalker Knight.
Stalker Knight: Getting my daughter back from the Knights is more important than any title right now!
All three stare at each other for a good minute before that scene cuts and we find ourselves back in the arena with Don and Phil.
Phil Latio: Seems like Senn and K. Orton can't stand each other.
Don Chuckle: Their in the same team though.
Phil Latio: Indeed, but up next we have Senn taking on Sting!
Match Four: Sting vs Jacob Senn
Steve Cruise: This next contest is scheduled for one fall!
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Introducing first, from Venice Beach California... weighing in at 250 pounds.... he is "the Icon" .... STING!!!!!!!!
The lights cut out as "the Icon" Sting comes out from the curtain in his jacket & his red scorpion singlet screaming out to the crowd "WOOOO!" , he walks down the ramp as fans scream out in cheers for him while Sting smiles, getting in the ring & waiting on Senn.
His opponent, From New York City, New York ... weighing in at 247 pounds... he is "the Saviour" Jacob.. Senn!!!!!!!
Jacob walks out to a mixed reaction with the rebelish look of distain on his face, he knows what he's up against but he doesn't look worried, While Sting stares him down... Jacob taunts the fans & enters the ring, looking esteemed & somewhat elated at what he sees in front of him.. he then muscles up & gets angry.
Ding Ding Ding!
The referee rings the bell as Sting & Jacob stare each other down in the center of the ring, Sting tells Jacob under his breath "Good luck" as Jacob smirks in a cocky manner before getting in fighting stance, Sting does the same & as they square up in the center... Jacob tries to go for a jab, but Sting counters into an arm drag takedown.
Jacob rolls it over & catches Sting in one of his own arm drag followed by a kick to the back of his skull, Sting gets up & smirks at Jacob in honor of his early work , Jacob tries to attack further but Sting ducks the onslaught & connects with a Stinger Splash now in the corner.
Sting heads for another but is stopped by Senn's boot which connects to his jaw, Jacob now gets the offensive & hits repeated elbows to the back of The Icon's skull, Sting counters & kicks Senn in the gut before hitting a DDT on the canvas which sends him reeling & a little dizzy.
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Sting can't believe the outcome & begins to pick up Senn in anger, trying to hit another Scorpion, Jacob uses his strength to counter it into a bridged suplex pin.
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Senn gets up now & immediately gets hit with the Scorpion Deathdrop from Sting while he gets the pin.
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Jacob gets frustrated now & gets Sting in a headlock, pushing his long hair out of his vision so he can apply more power on the area, Sting begins to show signs of struggle as he wiggles his way back up into a stance where he can counter, he then leg sweeps Senn & begins an offense.
Sting begins with clotheslines back & forth sending Senn reeling to the canvas like a ping-pong ball, Senn hit a reverse DDT on Sting's 3rd time to the well & taunts to the fans before going up top to call for Revelation , he taunts one more time before successfully hitting it to perfection as he tries to get a 3 count going.
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Senn can't believe it as he strokes his hair back wildly in a daze, trying to figure out why Sting won't stay down, he moves across from him to hit The Judgement super-kick, Jacob begs for him to get up & as per request... Sting does so & screams "It's Showtime" before Senn tries to hit it, though he does hit the kick with force, knocking "The Icon" unconscious enough for a 3 count.
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Steve Cruise: Here is your winner.... "The Saviour" .... Jacob Senn !!!!
Winner: Jacob Senn!
Phil Latio: What a match and what a win for Senn!
Don Chuckles: Sting has been tough to slow down and Senn did just that!
Phil Latio: Good effort on both part but Senn had the edge the whole time!
Don Chuckles: Yes, but now up next we have our main event!
Phil Latio: Joey the Bastard taking on former world champion, POT! Should be a good one!
Main Event: P.O.T vs Joey the Bastard
The ref signals for the bell and the match begins. PoT and JTB stare each other down, circling each other like buzzards. The two lock up, and JTB’s weight and height gives him the early advantage as he manages to trap PoT’s arm behind him. PoT manages to counter and the two begin to chain wrestle.
Once again, JTB uses his heavier weight to his advantage and breaks the chain with a powerful shoulder slam. PoT stumbles but manages to duck JTB’s follow-up clothesline. He instinctively goes for a Russian Leg Sweep, which causes JTB to trip up. PoT follows up quickly with an Enzuguri, which sends JTB to the mat. PoT goes for a quick cover.
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JTB throws PoT off him and damn near across the ring. PoT rolls twice before jumping back up and facing JTB, who has gotten to his feet again. The two stare each other down. JTB smiles slowly, clapping PoT’s surprise attack. PoT isn’t amused. PoT tenses up and motions for JTB to come on the attack. JTB’s smile fades and he walks slowly towards PoT. He takes a swing, but PoT ducks. He takes another swing, PoT ducks again.
JTB takes another swing, and as PoT ducks, JTB aims a high big boot towards PoT. His boot connects to PoTs face, and as the man falls, Joey takes a moment to collect himself.
JTB begins to dominate PoT, wearing him down with several submission moves on various parts of his body. PoT manages to reach the ropes. JTB pulls him back to the center of the ring and lifts him into the air and drops him with a devastating powerbomb. The crowd cheers as JTB goes for the cover.
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JTB gets to his feet, bringing PoT up with him by the hair. PoT yells in protest, grabbing at JTB’s hand in an attempt to free himself of JTB’s grip. JTB finally released PoT by tossing him carelessly across the ring.
PoT goes flying face first into the mat. JTB rolls PoT over and grabs his legs and locks in a Sharpshooter. PoT screams in agony as JTB applies the pressure. The ref drops in front of PoT and asks him if he wants to quit. PoT shakes his head and balls up his fists in determination. He starts slowly inching towards the ropes. JTB turns back and taunts him.
PoT manages to grasp the bottom rope. The ref begins the release count. JTB frees PoT at 4 and turns towards him. PoT is still hanging onto the bottom rope with one arm, rubbing at his legs with his free hand. JTB grabs PoT’s leg and twists it around before dropping his full weight on it.
PoT screams again, writhing in pain away from the ropes.
The crowd cheers loudly, trying to spur on the former champion in the face of the The crowd continues to cheer and starts chanting for PoT. JTB feels PoT struggling beneath him and gets off of him, staying on his knees and staring down at PoT. PoT is cringing in pain, but rolls away as soon as JTB removes his weight.
Just as JTB backs up, he rushes in, going for an elbow drop, but PoT rolls out of the way. He spears JTB into the mat, clinching on with a headlock and ramming numerous forearm shots into the head. As both men climb up to their feet, a brawl begins between both men - when all of a sudden, the tide changes in a way they didn't expect.
K. Orton rushes in, diving under the bottom rope and slamming JTB in the back of the head. As he drops, he immediately puts the boots in, only for PoT to ask what the hell he thinks he's doing. The bell goes off.
DING DING DING!
Steve Cruise: Winner by DQ....Joey the Bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phil Latio: What the hell K. Orton!
Don Chuckles: That was uncalled for!
The Knights aren't taking it, and soon Brian Gunn and Beno join the fight as well.
Jacob Senn rushes down, lead pipe in hand, only to be immediately decked from behind by Stalker Knight, of all people. Stalker steals the pipe and rushes down, intending to get some revenge of his own, with the rest of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse in tow. Senn gets up and charges to the ring, and before anyone knows it, the ring has completely degraded into a nine-man melee.
Vince McMahon - Hold it! Hold on a damn second, hold it!
To everyone's surprise, including those in the ring, they do. Out comes Vince McMahon, beet red in the face.
Vince McMahon - I am sick to death of this. I have spent nearly a whole damn year trying to take control of my own company - my own damn legacy. Getting rid of parasite general managers and that whole SCW crap, and I will not lose control of my brand like this. No more! I won't have it.
Vince sneers, glaring at all three groups in the ring.
Vince McMahon - Everywhere I look it's unions, factions, stables, groups, collectives, whatever you wanna call it. You want to make out you're all thicker than blood? Then prove it. Go on. Prove your cause is bigger than yourself. I can guarantee that not one of you in that ring would hesitate to stab your partner in the back if it meant you had the chance of being champion.
Funnily enough, some in the ring subtly admit it. Jacob Senn and Kurt Orton can be seen suspiciously eyeing one another.
Vince McMahon - So how about this. In two weeks time, we're going to have a little experiment I like to call 'Justice for Some'. Nine men in one match. Three versus three versus three. We're going to have the Knights, the Resistance and the HoA, settling this whole affair once and for all. No hesitation, no simmering, just get it all out in the open.
The brawl looks ready to start up again.
Vince McMahon - BUT. All three titles are going to be on the line. Three fall, no eliminations. First fall for the Television Championship, second for the Intercontinental Championship - and the third for Thy WWE World Heavyweight Championship.
The Knights take exception for obvious reason.
Vince McMahon - And here's the kicker - just to see if there is such a thing as 'honor between Knights'. You get the fall, you get the belt - even if the champion is your own damn partner.
Vince throws the mic down, screaming at security backstage to get all nine out of his ring. Security begins to swarm down, but ultimately, they just become bodies in an ever growing melee. RAW ends with the ring filled with brawling bodies, an ever growing sense of chaos as the feed cuts to black.
