Post by Christian Knight on Feb 4, 2013 5:03:22 GMT -5
MONDAY NIGHT RAW
[/color][/center]Tonight is the first of many nights that will usher in a new era of professional wrestling. Witness a company that was shaken down to the very foundation, that underwent trials and tribulations. While former champion have come and went, while legends that once left a great mark on this company are now in the compounds of retirement, while former employees have packed their bags and just simply went towards the exit door, may now find themselves looking back on those closed doors. The missed opportunities and the great moments they could still have. But their time is come and gone. Now marks a new generation in sports entertainment as you know it today. From father to son, from generation to generation, the baton of greatness gets passed. With an announcement from the boss himself we will find out what is to become of our home here in Thy. Who will rise up and become the new General Manager here on Raw. Over the next few hours, that question is going to be answered.
Don Chuckles: Welcome to Monday Night RAW. I am Don Chuckles
Phil Latio: And I am Phil Latio
Don Chuckles: Vince McMahon is here tonight and he’s going to make an announcement about the new Raw General Manager. I wonder who it’s going to be.
Phil Latio: Let’s Just wait and see.
The camera changes views and we see Vince standing in the ring with a smile on his face. McMahon pulls a black Thy WWE microphone out of his pocket and slowly brings it up to his mouth. Vince begins to speak.
Vince McMahon: Welcome to Monday Night Raw. I have a few things to say. They come by the dozens. People that try to bring down my wrestling sports business. People that try to rebel, that try to cause Anarchy. These very same people came here and thought they could control everything and change everything but look before you. These people are no longer with us. Look around and tell me what do you see. It’s Vince fucking McMahon and I’m still running this damn thing with a iron fist and I’ve come back here again to show you that I’m going to once again shake the very foundation of Monday night raw. Tonight your going to witness a new figure in charge, someone who shows a has a certain quality in them. He was once shown the door, but now tonight those doors are open once again for them. Before the night ends we will come to know this individual as your new General Manager and it will take place later tonight folks. So let the show begin.
Match 1: CM Punk vs Troy Motor
*"Drag you down" by Finger Eleven hits the arena and the fans give a mixed reaction as Troy Mortor enters the top of the ramp. He makes his way to the ring and climbs through the ropes. He plays to the fans as CM Punks theme hits the arena and the fans go wild. He enters the arena and makes his way to the ring. Fans reach for high fives as he duly obliges to them. He enters the ring and his music fades out. The ref checks the two and he calls for the bell.*
Don Chuckles: “This is going to be interesting. Two superstars wanting to break out and become something have the chance to do that here tonight.”
Phil Latio: “Let’s see what these two guys have got.”
*Troy goes straight on the attack dropping Punk with a cross-body. He picks up Punk and drags him to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and delivers a round of punches. As he finishes he drops to the mat and Punk drops face first to the mat. Troy plays to the crowd as Punk tries to regain his strength. Troy places his boot to the throat of Punk and uses the top rope as leverage. The Ref counts.
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Troy releases his boot just before he is disqualified. The ref has a stern word with Troy. Punk in the meantime has rolled out of the ring to catch his breathe.*
Don Chuckles: “Punk is taking a beating so far Phil.”
Phil Latio:I don’t think he can get back in this. He has to do something.”
*Punk rolls back into the ring before the ref can even start to count. Troy throws a right and punk matches it Troy throws a left and Punk matches it once more and follows up with a kick to the ribs and a DDT for good measure. Punk is now on the upper hand. He goes to pick up Troy and delivers a fore-arm smash. Punk takes Troy to the turnbuckle and lifts him up to the top. Punk follows him up and locks in for a superplex and crashes Troy back onto the Mat. Punk goes for the cover.
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Punk locks in the anaconda vice in the middle of the ring. Troy fights the pain and squirms to the ring ropes and get the hold broken. Punk stands up and plays to the crowd as the Ref checks on Troy who seems to be in pain. Punk lifts Troy by the head but Troy punches Punk to the ribs. But Punk returns with a knee to the head.*
Don Chuckles: “Punk has made some head way here I think he wants to end this.”
Phil Latio: “It’s not over till it’s over Don.”
*Back in the ring Troy has managed to get back to his feet and both men are exchanging blows. Troy grabs Punk and drops him with a side walk slam. He thinks he’s done enough and goes for the cover.
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Troy can’t believe it. He picks up Punk and gives him a Russian leg sweep. He tries again for the pin.
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Troy is now livid he just cant get the pin. Punk now gets to his feet and signals for the GTS behind the back of Troy. Troy turns and gets a kick to the ribs. Punk lifts him up onto his shoulders but Troy manages to slip behind his back and knee him in the back. As CM Punk arches in pain and turns around Troy lifts him up for the Jacknife Powerbomb and connects as he drops him to the canvas and covers CM Punk and the referee follows suit.
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Winner - Troy Motor
*Commercial*
*Coming back from a commercial break Bret and Julie are stood in the ring. Bret is wearing his wrestling attire and Julie is wearing her Pink and Black outfit with her own leather jacket. Bret puts the mic to his lips.*
Bret Hart - "Just before Stalker comes out here and we get this match underway. I would like to take a moment to bask in the glory of last week. Last week Bob Cena got just what he deserved. He got knocked out with one punch and then my wife, My loving beautiful wife locked in the sharpshooter and made the youngest world champion ever tap out."
*The crowd BOO Bret as he continues. Julie takes the mic from Bret.*
Julie Hart - "You can Boo my husband all you want. He doesnt care about you anymore. You all turned your back on him at one point or another. He is done caring about what you think he is only out for one thing now and that is to end The Professor of Thuganomics."
*The crowd cheer at the mention of POT. Bret takes the mic back.*
Bret Hart - "Cheer all you want for that trailer park white trash! He is nothing compared to me i am a 5 time WWE Champion and he has nothing even close to that. Last week was only a small sample of what is to come at the next PPV. He will be defeated and he will Tap out to ME!"
Bret is cut off by the voice of Bob Cena
Bob Cena:
Bret! Bret! Up here!
The camera spins to the titantron to see Bob Cena standing in his locker room. Cena is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with camo shorts.
Bob Cena:
Its weird, I'm here and you're there.....I'm only a few minute walk from you but still I'm here.............And you're there. Listen I know me and you have had our differences but you have accomplished some pretty amazing stuff. I mean look at him, he has all these fans, his own book, a Championship history as big as New Orleans.
The camera shows Bret to be annoyed to have been interrupted by PoT.
Bob Cena:
Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for Bret! The Hitman! Hart!
The crowd unleash a chorus of boos aimed at Bret which angers the Hitman.
Bob Cena:
I lay there in the ring last week and listened to every thing that you had to say and I'll be honest, it made me laugh. You stood there and made a challenge to me. Well Bret, this is where I talk the people into the building, you called everyone of these people a bunch of hypocrites. Bret, you! Are the biggest hypocrite of all. I am glad that you have your little groupie sitting there to hear this, you have lost sight of what you are. You are the legendary Bret Hart, a Knight of the Roundtable. You called me trailer park white trash, well now I'm gonna tell you what you are! You are the self-centred egotistical maniac, you are the guy who runs around using his dirty tactics to get his own way. You are what you hate Bret! You have become the 21st century Shawn Michaels!
The crowd cheer for HBK as Bret seems pissed off.
Bob Cena:
I can remember when you first came here you told me my ego was too big for my ability. Well isnt that rich coming from a man who wrote a painful encyclopedia about his own sad and pathetic life. Now my ego isnt big enough to write my own autobiography but if I did I think it would be called, "the Best there is, the Best there was, and the Best there ever will be". Its got a good ring to it doesnt it Bret?
Julie Hart:
You have never lived up to that Bob. Bret will always be the Best there is, the Be-...............
Bob Cena:
It absolutely kills me that you still believe that you still got it! I mean you can call yourself the King of England, hell you could even call yourself the Saviour of ThyWWE, it doesnt make it true. And if you're not down with that Bret, I just got two words for ya!
Crowd:
Suck it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob Cena:
No, no, turn around.
Bret turns around to be greeted by an FU by the Professor of Thuganomics. Cena looks over at Julie and smiles at her. She looks dead into PoT's eyes and runs at him, but PoT picks her up and hits an FU on her. making the crowd go wild. Cena pulls a microphone out of his pocket and sits down beside Bret's head, crossing his legs and speaking.
Bob Cena:
I'll see you at Anarchy Hitman.
Cena spits on Bret's face and throws the microphone. He screams into Bret's face after.
Bob Cena:
Best in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday Night Raw goes to commercial, with PoT smirking at the carnage he has caused in the ring.
*Commercial*
Match 2: Demmie Mae vs Mark Greenburg vs Professor of Thuganomics
The scene comes back from commercial and as the camera pans around the ring we already see that Mark Greenburg has entered the ring during commercial break awaiting for the other two competitors to enter the match.
"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 feat. Example blasts around the arena and the crowd go insane. The "Professor of Thuganomics" Bob Cena bursts out from behind the curtain; wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with "PoT" on the back, camo shorts and his steel chain around his neck. He is followed closely by his good friend and co-founder of Operation Fuck Up, Crack. Crack is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with red shorts. Cena walks up to a camera man and shouts down the lens, "You make the rules! And we will break 'em!". Cena and Crack both walk down the ramp conversing and slapping hands with the screaming fans in attendance. They reach the ring and PoT takes the chain from around his neck, folds it up and hands it to Crack; before sliding under the bottom rope. He walks around the ring doing his double horn taunt before taking his shirt off and throwing it into the crowd. Cena walks to the corner of a ring and sits down, leaning against the bottom rope.
"The Beutiful People" by Marilyn Manson blares around the arena and the crowd comes to life in Approval. Demmie Mae comes out to the arena and starts walking down the ramp. As she walkds down the ramp she gives a few shout outs to her fans that are in attendance. As she reaches the ring she heaves herself up and under the bottom rope to join "The Professor and Mark Greenburg. The referee orders all three people to come to the center of the ring and once they do, he briefs them of the rules. Warning about no low blows, eye gouging, or rabbit punches; we see the three challengers nod and then the referee orders the bell to be rung.
Ding...Ding...Ding...
Immediately we see "The Professor and Demmie Mae turns towards Mark Greenburg and start unloading on him with punches. Demmie and Mark play keep unleashing left hands and right hand hooks that connect with P.O.T. for a few moments, before Demmie shows us some impressive athleticism by dropping down, throwing her legs up and catching P.O.T. square on the chin with a kick which staggers him backwards. Mark then charges towards P.O.T. and clotheslines him out of the ring. P.O.T. lands in a heap and is still on the arena floor as Demmie immediately takes advantage and turns on Mark, catching him with a spinning heel kick as he turns around after the clothesline. Mark hits the mat and we see Demmie immediately get on top and hook a leg for a cover. The referee slides into position and starts the count
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Mark kicks out and we see Demmie respond accordingly. As Demmie pulls Mark up she knees him in the stomach and kicks him in the leg. Demmie then kicks Mark in the stomach and bounces backwards off of the ropes. Coming back towards Mark we see Demmie go for a kick of some sorts, but Mark is able to side step and drop Demmie into the mat with a drop toe hold. Mark then immediately mounts Demmie and starts to deliver a series of closed fist punches. Demmie starts pounding on Mark repeatedly until his face starts to bruise up and we see Demmie stopand get back to her feet. Mark bounces back to his feet in a flurry of anger that shocks Demmie and he brings a knee roughly into the stomach of Demmie before grabbing her arm and running towards the corner turnbuckle. Midway, we see Mark turn and toss Demmie into the corner and then crash into him with a clothesline. Keeping his hold tight though, we see Mark pull Demmie out and start to run towards the other turnbuckle. Demmie crashes and Mark flattens her with another clothesline, and then we see Demmie slump down on the mat. Mark’s celebration is short lived though as he is tripped by P.O.T. who is now back up on the arena floor. P.O.T. pulls Mark to the outside of the ring and the two of them begin brawling with P.O.T. slowly starting to overwhelm Mark. Mark backs away to try and gather himself, but P.O.T. is right on him as he continues to unload. We see “The Professor” grab Mark by the head and bang him off of the stairs. The two men round another corner of ringside, and as P.O.T. grabs Mark once more, they are both taken down by a plummeting Demmie who uses the ropes as leverage to propel himself into the air and down onto his foes. All three contestants are now down on the arena floor as the referee starts a ten count.
As the three contestants begin to stir on the arena floor, we see P.O.T. grab Demmie and heave her into the ringside stairs. Hearing the officials’ count get up to six, we see P.O.T. grab Mark and roll him into the ring. Hooking a leg, P.O.T. goes for the pin fall and the official makes the count.
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Mark kicks out. This looks like the first time we are going to get to see what P.O.T. is capable of as he gets back to his feet and awaits Mark. It only takes Mark a few moments to get up, and when he does, we see P.O.T. charge towards him, drop down and grab the legs of Mark and lift him up. Holding Mark in the air for a moment and spinning around, we see Mark get dropped into the mat. P.O.T. then mounts Mark and starts to punch him a few times, before spinning around and securing Mark in a firm side control. Dropping a pair of elbows in the side of Mark, we see P.O.T. get back to his feet once more and allow Mark to stir. As Mark does, we see P.O.T. charge him again and kick Mark hard. The impact doubles Mark over and we see P.O.T. show some speed as he moves behind Mark and gets him in a pump handle position. P.O.T. then heaves Mark up and tosses him backwards. Mark lands in a slump on the mat, but before P.O.T. can go for a cover he is taken down by Demmie who leaps off the top rope and connects P.O.T. with a cross body block. “The Professor falls backwards, and lands in a pinning predicament. The referee gets into position and starts the count.
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Getting up off of P.O.T., we see Demmie have a gleam in her eye. Looking over at Mark who is slowly starting to stir on the mat, we see Demmie look back towards P.O.T. and head butt him as he is trying to get back to his feet. Demmie then head butts P.O.T. a second time, before grabbing him and lifting him up for a vertical suplex. Demmie then falls forwards and sends P.O.T. face first into the mat, P.O.T. flops around in pain from the effects of the move and then all of a sudden we are shocked to see Mark pull Demmie, spin her around and kick her, and then plant her into the mat with a DDT. But Mark is still hurt himself and unable to make the cover, for several moments all three contestants are down once again and we can see the ringside fans are clearly enjoying the action unfolding in front of them. P.O.T. starts to slowly move, followed by Mark, and then Demmie. We see Mark start to get up a bit more quicker, followed by P.O.T. and then Demmie. In the far corner, we can see P.O.T. trying his best to use the turnbuckle pads to get himself back to his feet while Mark grabs Demmie once again and goes to lift him to his feet. Just as Mark gets Demmie all the way up, we see P.O.T. run forward and crash into the back of Mark with an axe handle smash. The momentum from the crash causes Demmie to catch a knee to the side of the head inadvertently and lay still on the mat. P.O.T. then drops down, seizing the moment, and rolling Mark up. The referee slides and makes the count.
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Winner - P.O.T.
*Commercial*
We are in the backstage area where out of nowhere, Brian Gunn walks around the corner. Just looking at the posters on the wall. He sees a piece of paper on the ground, folded.
Brian picks the paper up, cocks a smirk and opens it up. His eyes open as he speaks the words inside.
"Weakest link!"
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SMACK!
BG falls down. Head hits the ground hard. Standing behind him is Joey Bastard with a chair and Bret Hart with a smile.
Phil Latio: What the hell?
Don Chuckles: Knights attacking knights?
----Commercial----
{Troy Motor is in the ring when we come back commercial. He has a microphone in his hand and Kevin Nash is standing along side him with his arms crossed. The crowd is booing loudly as Troy begins to speak...]
Troy: Alright, morons, shut the hell up! It's time! I beat Joey The Bastard last week... I pinned his shoulders to the damn mat! So, you know what, Joey? I DEMAND a shot at that Intercontinental Championship! I DEMAND that I am made a member of the Knights of the Round Table... Right here... RIGHT NOW!
{"Terror" by The Virus hits and a lot of the fans begin to cheer...}
Phil: I'm surprised by this reaction, Don...
Don: Why would you be? Certain fans out there are starting to smarten up it seems... Either that or they just know that Troy Motor is a coward who can't fight his own fights...
{The Bastard emerges from the back with the IC Title draped over his shoulder mic in hand. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for the crowd to die down a bit...}
Joey: Let's get one thing straight here, Troy Motorboat... YOU did not beat me last week... Sure, you pinned my shoulders to the mat for the three, but it wasn't you who did the work... It was Kevin Nash who beat me last week!
{The crowd boos at the mention of Kevin Nash, and Nash has a cocky smile on his face...}
Joey: Yeah, I think he sucks, too... But, not as much as you suck, Motorboat...
{Troy shakes his head in frustration...}
Joey: You can't even fight your own battles, and you actually think you deserve to be a Knight? Buddy, you got a lot of work to do before we even consider you as a member... So as for your request to be in... The answer is no...
{The crowd cheer as Troy Motor starts to stomp around the ring. Nash just shakes his head. Troy puts the mic to his mouth...}
Troy: I'm a rightful member! I earned it!
Joey: Ahhh.... SHATTAAAAP!
{A small pop from the crowd as Joey continues...}
Joey: And as for you demanding a title shot tonight... The answer to that is most definitely... NO!
{Troy is enraged as the crowd give off a mixed reaction...}
Joey: Unless...
{The crowd goes silent and Troy pays close attention...}
Joey: See, Kevin Nash laid me out last week... I want a piece of Kevin Nash's ass! Next week, if Kevin Nash beats me in the middle of that ring... Then, Troy... You get your title shot at the Pay-Per-View!
{The crowd pops at the challenge to Kevin Nash. Troy looks around the arena then he looks at Kevin Nash nervously, not knowing what to say... Kevin Nash grabs the mic from Troy Motor...}
Nash: YOU'RE ON!
{Big pop from the crowd as Nash drops the mic...}
Joey: Oh, and Troy... Stay the hell away from ringside or the deals off!
{Nash and Troy start to argue in the ring as the crowd cheers...}
Joey: But, seeing as we're all here right now... How bout I just kick both your asses?
{Joey drops the mic and the IC Title at the top of the ramp then charges the ring. The crowd goes wild as JTB slides in to the ring and attacks Kevin Nash with a flurry of punches. Then JTB turns and attacks Troy. He gets Troy up against the ropes then clotheslines him out of the ring. JTB then turns around in to a giant big boot from Kevin Nash. Troy gathers himself then slides back in to the ring. Nash and troy start to stomp away on JTB. Troy pats Nash on the back and whispers something to him and Nash laughs. Troy pulls JTB up and shoves him over to Nash. Nash sets JTB up as the crowd voice their disapproval... JACK KNIFE POWERBOMB!}
Phil: Somebody stop this!
Don: I'll have to agree with you, Latio, but I don't think that's gonna happen. Joey the Bastard is a Knight, and a true Knight will go face to face with a damn dragon and not ask for any help. Not like that coward, Troy Motor...
{Troy laughs in JTB's face as JTB winces in pain on the mat. Then Troy pulls JTB up and yells at Nash...}
Troy: DO IT AGAIN!
{Nash shrugs and does just that... Sets JTB up... Lifts him... JACK KNIFE POWERBOMB!}
Phil: I don't always agree with the way Joey the Bastard and the Knights do things, but no man deserves this type of treatment...
Don: there's gonna be hell to pay next week for sure...
{Troy and Nash stand tall over the fallen Bastard as the show cuts to commercial...}
----Commercial----
Match 3:Bret Heart vs Stalker Knight
Don Chuckles: Here comes The Hitman, Latio! The newest member of the Knights!
Phil Latio: Indeed, he is, Don... He sure upset a lot of people when he made that decision. A bad decision, I'd say...
Don Chuckles: Bad decision? Are you nuts? The path to greatness and immortality can only be tread upon if you're a Knight of the Round table, you idiot! Bret "The Hitman" Hart has realized this and it's only a matter of time before he gets a hold of that Television Title... A title he deserves to hold. A title that he should be holding right now!
Phil Latio: A lot of people will agree with you, Don, and we've heard for weeks now that Bret Hart truly believes that he should be the TV Champion. But, the referee's decision is law here in Thy WWE, and his decision the night Bret Hart took on Brian Gunn for the title was Brian Gunn walking out still the champion...
Don Chuckles: He had Gunn passed out, Latio! The ref should have called for the bell the second he knew that Brian Gunn was asleep!
Phil Latio: But Brian Gunn woke up, Don... You saw the match!
Don Chuckles: Being the best TV Champion Thy WWE has ever seen... Yes... Brian Gunn did wake up... He's a Knight, and Knights just don't quit, which I why Bret deserves to be in that group... He was screwed out of something that he wanted... He could have easily given up on the Title... He could have taken the loss and moved on... But, he didn't, and to this day, he's still trying to get that damn belt! That's why he's a Knight, Latio! he knows what he wants, and he'll be damned if let's some punk like Bob Cena get in his way...
Phil Latio: The Professor of Thuganomics has staked his claim to the TV Championship as well, and if Bret Hart can get a win over the champion, Stalker Knight, he'd be put right back in to the hunt for the Television Championship...
Bret Hart is greeted to boos from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp in his signature leather jacket and pink and back tights. He enters the ring and looks around at the crowd, shaking his head at their disrespectful behavior.
Phil Latio: And here comes the Champ!
Stalker's music hits and he comes out from the back holding the TV Title. The fans greet him with a mixed reaction.
Phil Latio: He made quick work of Bob Cena last week, and looks to do the same to Bret Hart here tonight.
Don Chuckles: Not gonna happen, Latio... Not gonna happen... He's been on a roll and we all know that when Stalker Knight goes on a roll it's only a matter of time before he fizzles out... And it starts tonight!
Phil Latio: The man has gone through so much to be here tonight! The Knight's kidnapped his daughter, Don, you remember that? I think they still have her! The man has so much on his mind and kudos to him for doing so well during the last month! I don't always agree with his tactics, but I know talent when I see it... We're looking at a fighting champion, Don, mark my worlds!
Don Chuckles Oh, he'll fight all right... And lose!
Stalker walks down to the ring staring daggers in to Bret Hart. Bret Hart leans up against the ropes with a cocky smirk on his face. Stalker gets in the ring and poses in the corner with the title. The crowd boos and Stalker smiles to himself. Bret Hart wastes no time and attacks Knight from behind as the ref calls for the bell...
Ding...Ding....Ding...
Bret clubs Knight in the back then starts to kick Knight in the back of the knee...
Don Chuckles: See that, Latio? Bret Hart is already thinking like a champion... Attacking the big man's legs... Sowing the seeds for the Sharpshooter... He hasn't lost it, and he never will!
Phil Latio: Right you are, Don. Bret Hart isn't a former World Champion for nothing...
Bret keeps up with the knee kicks as the crowd boo loudly. Stalker limps to the corner and Bret starts to flat kick him in the gut. the ref warns Bret to let him out but Bret grabs Knights leg and twists it around the rope, wrenching on it as Knight winces. The ref counts to four and Bret lets him out for a second but gets right back on the leg, stomping at it still in the corner. The ref starts to count again, but Bret pulls Knight out of the corner and sets him up... Bret hart hits a snap suplex on Knight...
Phil Latio: Beautiful suplex by Bret Hart...
Don Chuckles: One of, if not the best, technicians in the game...
Bret pulls Knights over to the ropes by the leg as Knights yells out in pain. Bret stomps him in the face then lays Knight's foot on top of the bottom rope...
Don Chuckles: One of the smartest, too...
Bret then uses the bottom rope to jump up and drop down on Knight's knee joint as Knight screams out again. the ref is warning Bret to cut it out but Bret sets the leg up again and repeats the offense. The crowd boo and the ref is furious as Bret does it a third time before finally backing off. Bret Hart yells at the crowd to "shut the *BLEEP* up" before grabbing a handful of Knight's hair. Knights throws his arms out to break free then starts to connect with some forearms to Bret Hart's face. Knights pushes Hart to the ropes and whips him. Bret off the ropes and Knight lifts his leg for a boot, but Bret drop kicks Knight in the knee. Stalker goes down and Bret grabs both legs then drops a head butt to the gut. Bret Hart covers Stalker and the ref moves in to count...
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Bret pulls Knight up by the hair again and shoves him in to the corner. then Bret lifts Knigt up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Bret climbs up with him but Knight punches him in the gut a few times and Bret is leaned over in front of Knight. Knight stands up on the top rope and drops over Hart, grabbing him on the way and dropping him hard to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb as the crowd "OHHH"s.... and then goes for a pinfall
Phil Latio: Look at the athleticism from Stalker Knight or should I say GraveSpawn now!
Don Chuckles Oh no, he's going for a pin!
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Knight back to his feet has Hart up and whips him into the ropes. Knight goes for a clothesline and Bret ducks it. Knight then goes for a back elbow and Bret ducks that as well. This time Bret comes back, Knights grabs him and lifts him up, dropping him with a big sidewalk slam. He struggles to his feet as does Bret Hart. Hart tries for a right hand, but Knight blocks it and grabs Hart, twisting him and hitting a gut wrench powerslam. He goes for the cover...
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Knight gets back up gingerly, and starts to kick his leg out, trying to get rid of some of the pain. he stands in the corner waiting for Hart to get up. Hart does and Knights charges him and hitting him with a wicked big boot to the face with a loud SMACK!
Phil Latio: My God, what sickening sound! He almost beheaded Bret Hart with that kick!
Don Chuckles Yeah, but it was a stupid move... Look, he's hurt!
Knight fell over holding his knee after that big boot. Knight tries to pull himself up but falls back down. He can barely put pressure on his leg. Bret hart is back up and groggily walks to Knight and starts to attack to knee again. Knight falls in pain and Bret slides out of the ring holding Knight's leg. Bret then slams Knight's leg across the apron a few times as the ref yells at him. Then Bret drags Knights to the corner and pulls him crotch first in to the ring post.
Phil Latio: the relentless assault on that leg continues. Bret hart doesn't give a damn about the rules. he'd be more than happy to just break Stalker Knight's damn leg right here and now!
Don Chuckles this is what I've been waiting to see, Latio... Watch this!
Bret wrings Stalker's leg around the post a couple times then sets him up for a figure four leg lock around the ring post and lock it in. Stalker Knight screams in pain as the crowd boos and the camera focuses on Bret Hart wrenching on Knight's legs. The ref has had enough and starts to count. He gets to four and Bret breaks the illegal hold. Stalker drags himself out of the corner as Bret Hart slides in, stalking his prey, staring at Knight's legs with hunger in his eyes. Stalker taunts the crowd and goes to chop Bret Heart across the chest but Bret Heart fires back with a right hook and then a left hook that sends Stalker Knight staggering backwards. Stalker Knight reels back with a few of his own punches and kicks Bret in the stomache. Stalker Knight hits Bret Heart with Knight's End He then goes for the cover.
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Don Chuckles: Stalker Knight has done it. He has secured the pinfall.
Phil Latio: Don't you mean Gravespawn. Come on Don didn't you pay attention to the man formerly known as Stalker Knight when he cut the promo that he want's to be known as Gravespawn until he brings forth the downfall of the knights
Don Chuckles Say what? Oh yeah.. Then what I mean is that Gravespawn has secured the pinfall.
Phil Latio Shakes his head in dissapointment as they announce the winner over the loud speakers
Winner - Gravespawn
*Commercial*
Main Event: Jacob Senn vs K. Orton
Don Chuckles: Welcome back once again to Raw ladies and gentlemen.
Phil Latio: It’s now time for our main event.
On cue, Kurt Orton walks out from the backstage area wearing his Operation Fuck Up T-shirt & his wrestling attire under that, he acknowledges his fans as he makes his way towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope and does his usual taunts to his fans as he waits for his opponent.
Jacob Senn breaks out into the arena, and starts jogging towards the ring. Ready for action he slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. Jacbo Senn throws up both of his hands and is greeted with his own cheers from the crowd. Both men begin to stare each other down as they await for the referee to signal for the bell. The referee takes the cue and signals for the bell.
Ding…Ding…Ding…
The match starts off as Jacob Senn and Kurt Orton go in with a collar and elbow tie up. Jacob Senn heaves him up and attempts to connect with a body slam but Kurt slips down and behind Jacob, picking him up and slamming him down to the canvas. He slips around and applies a headlock on Jacob. Jacob winches in pain as he crawls towards the ropes to wrap his hands around it. He manages to get to his feet, he then knees Jacob in the stomach multiple times and then runs towards the ropes. As he bounces back Kurt hits Jacob with a neckbreaker. Kurt smirks as Jacob slowly gets to his feet, as he gets up Jacob runs forward with a big boot, but Kurt counters by trapping Jacob's leg on his shoulder, grabbing him and throwing him overhead with a capture suplex and watches as he hits the canvas. Kurt brings Jacob Senn back to his feet, whips him to the ropes, and catches Jacob as he comes rebounding off, lifting him into the air and turning a half circle, planting him with a spinebuster. He goes for a quick cover.
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The referee cuts the count off as Jacob breaks the three count. Kurt moves in on Jacob and grabs Jacob by the head and starts smashing it into the canvas. He then decides to mount Jacob and he starts throwing in some left and right hand punches. He quickly follows that up with a right hand hook and then a left elbow the swipes Jacob across the nose and blood begins to trickle down. Kurt Orton gets up and raises his hands towards the crowd as if he was proud of what he has done. Jacob starts to gather himself and rise back to his feet. As Kurt continues to taunt the crowd Jacob manages to get back to his feet. Kurt turns around and with a shocked look on he’s greeted with a big boot to the face that makes him stagger backwards. Jacob launches forwards and connects him with a clothesline.
Jacob Scrambles towards the turnbuckle and launches himself toward the top and turns around as he waits for his prey. Kurt Orton Slowly get up and turns around and that’s when Jacob Senn decides to strike and launches himself threw the air and connects with a big cross body slash that send the both of them to the canvas with Kurt taking the blunt force of assault. He runs up behind Jacob Senn and clubs him in the back with a double axe handle blow. Kurt falls to a knee as Jacob continues to drop more double axe handle blows to Kurt and watches as he falls down to his knees. Looking down and conveying the damaged he has caused, we now see Jacob pull Kurt back up to his feet and right hook him in the stomach and then once in the chest. The weight behind it causes Kurt to stagger backwards, and as Jacob charges, the momentum instantly changes as we see Kurt hook Jacob and sting him with a power slam. Immediately hooking the leg and going for a pinfall out of instinct, we see the referee drop down and begin the count.
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Jacob Senn Kick outs again. Kurt Orton catches Jacob Senn on his way up to his feet and catches him with a couple of well placed right hands, but Jacob rides it out and hits back when he finds his footing. Kurt staggers to the center of the ring and the two exchange blows there for a moment before a Jacob plants Kurt with a haymaker sends Kurt falling back against the ropes, but he uses the momentum to come back with a clothesline, which Jacob ducks underneath. Kurt hits the other set of ropes and can’t react to Jacob Senn in time and finds himself the victim of a powerslam right in the center of the ring. Jacob covers.
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Kurt Orton slithers towards the still downed Jacob and locks in a choke hold and clinches in tightly. Jacob starts to get a little woozy and starts reaching for the ropes even though he is still in the center of the ring. Kurt leans back increasing the pressure. Jacob starts to fade to bladckness, but somehow is still finding the will power and continues to refuse to give up. As his body undergoes the punishment that is being delivered by Kurt Orton, Jacob Senn inches towards the ropes, gathering the mental strength to push threw the fatigue and pain, gritting his teeth and using all of his power he makes it to the ropes and the finally manages to wrap his fingers around them forcing the referee to take measure and inform Kurt that he has to break the hold. Kurt then picks up Jacob Senn and drags him to his feet, placing him into position. Kurt hooks Jacob Senn into position and plants him with the Implant DDT and covers Jacob Senn.
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Winner - Kurt Orton
Kurt begins to celebrate his victory as he get up and climbs one of the turnbuckles and taunts the crowd. Meanwhile Jacob Senn begins to get up and is furious he lost. As Kurt Orton decends the turnbuckle he turns around with a look a shock on his face as Jacob Senn connects Kurt Orton with Judgement that sends Kurt Orton crashing into the turnbuckle upon impact. Jacob Senn rolls under the bottom ropes and walks up the ramp with his head held down and the scene cuts to a commercial.
*Commercial*
"Written In The Stars" by Tinie Tempah blares over the titantron. As Christian Knight comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He walks down the ramp and makes his way towards the ring with Kurt Orton still lying in the turbukcle in pain. Christian Knight rolls under the ring and singles for the officials outside of the ring to hand him a black microphone. One of the officials head towards the announcer table and fetches a black microphone and tosses it towards Christian Knight. Kurt Orton starts to get back up from the turn buckle and limps towards Knight but Christian Knight pushes him back down to the canvas. Kurt Orton looks back at Knight with a look of anger and prepares to gets up with the intent to strike Knight but is motioned to pause for a second.
Christian Knight: Before you do something that you will regret Kurt, I would highly recommend that you listen to me.
Christian Knight: You see Kurt, lately I have noticed a recurring problem taking place here in Thy WWE. It's a problem of the talent thinking that they are above the law, thinking that they can come and go, do as they wish, whenever they wish to do it, that they are above any recourse.
Diluded, narcissistic, sycophantic hasbeens like Austin Starr and Kenneth Walker certainly did not help things any.
I could do great things to this locker room, I am more than capable of doing what they were incapable of doing, but despite that, my phone never rang.
I read the dirt sheets how the mysterious Davenport Trust was being appointed as the new General Manager to replace Starr and Walker and how they were being touted like the second coming of Jesus Christ.
But look what happened, they fizzled out and quietly tendered a resignation before making any kind of a real difference.
Shocking? I think not.
That was when I decided to make a phone call to Vince McMahon. Mr. McMahon and I had a very long and very productive conversation in which we realized that he and I share the same visions on how the locker room should be handled, how these shows should be ran.
That was when he offered me a job Kurt.
And guess what.....I took it.
As of tonight, you are looking at your new boss, the NEW General Manager for Thy WWE.
Unlike my predecessors Kurt, I rule with an iron fist, you are the talent and I am the one who is in control of you. As far as I am concerned, you're nothing more then puppets while I am the puppet master.
You will do what you are instructed to do, when you are instructed to do it, otherwise you will be replaced, it is as simple as that.
*A furious Kurt Orton collects himself as he rises to his feet. With a look of anger he steps towards Christian Knight.*
Christian Knight: You know something, your presence is no longer needed, get him the hell out of my ring.
*Christian Knight motions for security to flood the ring and forcibly remove Kurt. The security officers make there way into the ring and restrain Kurt Orton from attacking Christian Knight.*
Christian Knight:Now, if all of you paying fans in attendance tonight would give me a moment of your undivided attention. I want you all to take a look with me at Kurt Orton, a man who is a textbook example of everything that is wrong with the current locker room. This man defeated the mighty Alex Kendall, a man who had all of you eating out of the palm of his hand, speaking of change and second chances and repentance, but actually delivering nothing. Alex Kendall put on the greatest smoke and mirrors display that the World has ever seen, and all of you were buying into the hype, all of you were drinking the kool-aid, that is until he was defeated by Kurt. Kurt Orton defeated Alex Kendall when great men like Sheamus or Austin Starr or Kenneth Walker couldn’t get it done.
His ticket should have been punched for a fast track to the big leagues, it should have been Kurt solidifying himself as a marquee headliner, as a name and force to be reckoned with here in Thy WWE. But instead… Instead he let it all go to his head, he was the World Champion and rather than treating his prize with the prestige that it was deserved, he acted as if he was on top of the world, above any and all who stepped before him. And he paid for it by losing his title in his very first defense.
Pathetic… fucking pathetic. Does that make you mad Kurt? Sorry if the truth hurts my friend…
Ahem…
Now If everyone will turn their attentions and look at the man that stands before you, you’ll come to notice a man with an honest face. I’m not the type that will abandon you I will bring all the things your were promised and never received. I will fill all those empty voids. Those empty promises of all the people in the past failed to deliver. People… people… come on…I’m the General Manager. The question should be … is what can’t I do. What Can’t I do? There’s not a damn thing I can’t do.
We hear a chant for Kenneth Walker start which causes Knight to cringe
Christian KnightAhh that guy. You mean the same guy that hit his wife right. The same guy that abandon his son for professional wrestling right. The same guy who is sitting at home alone with nobody to love him. Ahh that guy... Right.. but you can cheer as long and as loud as you like for someone who likes to commit spousal abuse all you want. You can cheer as long as you wish for an ego maniacal, alcoholic, drug addicted shell of his former self who didn’t know when to stop. It was so cute. Really. It was Cute. He got to have his final match and ride off into the sunset while his “best friend” who ran off with his wife. Really a good story ending for those two. Perfect ending. So perfect in fact I can’t wait to have that happen to me. I can’t wait to get married myself so I can have a best friend like Austin Starr come and steal my wife as well, then have one last match and hug… Awwweeeeee…Wasn’t that your ideal General Manager that Thy WWE had for over a year. I mean come on, we can just count the things, adultertry, obsession, and abandonment…those are the things that we look for in a General Manager…. Right….right? Wrong….Wrong! What kind of guy abandons his daughter? I guess him and ken share the same trait. Both abandon there children… both don’t know how to handle women… Ken couldn’t keep his, while Austin couldn’t keep his hands of another’s…
***Knight sees Kurt visibly shaking and motions for the security team to release him***
Christian Knight:What are you going to do Kurt?
For your entire career you have been looked at as nothing more than a laughing stock, a joke of a man, you get one lucky victory and then squander the opportunity that followed it. Am I supposed to be scared? Am I supposed to take your little angry face seriously? Please…you and I both know you won’t do a damn thing Kurt.
You won’t do a damn thing….
Kurt’s face because flush red as he yells out “We’ll see about that”
*The show then fades to black*
