Post by Christian Knight on Feb 18, 2013 10:59:10 GMT -5
Orton glares daggers at Kendall, whose own eyes seem to have rolled into the back of his head, and he realises what has to be done. He picks Alex up – whose immediate reflex, like a Viper, is to go straight back to the Acid Test. But he doesn’t even have the strength to clinch it anymore. Orton knees him in the midsection and hits another DDT. Hooks the leg. One. Two. THR—Alex kicks out one more time. The crowd is screaming, practically pleading for him to not kick out anymore. But Alex doesn’t even let go of Kurt. He tries to use him to pull himself back up, and puts his arm around his neck, desperately trying to lock on that one last Acid Test. But Kurt passes it. He locks Alex up for the Head Hunter – and twists it around, inventing a new finisher right on the spot. With the head and arm hooked for the anaconda vice, Kurt Orton drills Alex Kendall’s head into the center of the canvas. He hooks the leg. One. Two. Three. We have a new champion. Winner by Pinfall – and NEW Thy WWE World Heavyweight Champion
– ‘The Prodigy’ Kurt Orton
Kurt Orton flips off the tv. The memory of him winning the championship still lingering in mind. The cheers he got from the crowd, the reaction he got from backstage. The prestige and honor he felt with that strap of gold held around his waiste. What he wouldn’t give to get that feeling back. He glances in the mirror that is in his locker room.
“Never in my life did people take me seriously. Belief. Believing in my self is what got me that championship and it’s what will get me the championship once more”
“I will shoow them the difference between what they think I'am and what I can be. It’s time to shut people up, to shut people like Christian Knight up”
Kurt Orton looks away from the mirror and heads out the door. Charging down the hallway he searches for Christian Knights Office and storms in. Christian Knight looks up from his paper work and notices a frantic Kurt Orton.
Kurt Orton: You’re wrong. You’re wrong about me Christain. How will people like, you go on, if you can only think the worse in people. That you undermine me when it’s still early in the game, you always know what to say, but what would you say if I put you in your place, and make you eat your own words when I secure the World Championship again. What will you do.
Kurt Orton: You know Christian, I find it funny. I find it funny that you like to talk about other people giving untacful, half hearted performances when you of all people fall in that category. Yeah. Don’t think for a second no one has forgot about you 17 seconds of fame with the intercontinental championship. At least I was able to hold onto my championship for more then a day. I’m tired of your hypocrical chatter, belittling me for losing the championship on my first defense, when in reality you did the same exact thing, but only you managed to do it in less time. At least I was able to take my championship home. Mark my words Christian, I will prove you wrong and that time will come at Anarchy when I cash my briefcase and I beat Beno for the World Championship.
Christian Knight: Nice of you to just barge in her Kurt. But don't you mean if you win. The word if, seems to be more accurate. I mean how many times have you had title shot after title shot only to fall short Kurt. You want to call me a hypocrite, well fine. But unlike you Kurt, I only had one title shot and yes I lost it on my first defense like you, but at least it didn't take me a hundred times to get one.
Kurt Orton: How about you just sit there and shut your mouth, until after my I have my match with Beno, so that way when I do win, and then I come back into this office with the world championship strapped around my waist; What then? What will you say then Christian?
The scene then cuts to a commercial with Christian Knight and Kurt Orton deadlocking each other
Match One: Jacob Senn vs Jesse Neal vs CM Punk
"Reconnect” by Destropy blares over the loud speakers. Jesse Neal comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
"Savior" by Skillet blares over the loud speakers. Jacob Senn comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
"Cult of Personality" blares over the loud speakers. CM Punk comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for the referee to signal for the bell. The Referee motions for the match to get underway.
The three men walk towards each other, poising to strike. Jacob Senn strikes first elbowing CM Punk in the face, then does the same to Jesse Neal. Jesse Neal and CM Punk look to each other, then proceed to both kick Jacob in the mid section and whip him into the ropes. Jacob bounces off the ropes and Punk and Jesse Neal throw him up in the air and over their shoulders, sending him crashing to the canvas. Jesse Neal and Punk then exchange right and left handed punches. CM Punk starts to get the upper hand with a series of stiff elbow strikes that backs Jesse Neal into the ropes. CM Punk with an irish whip, sends Jesse Neal bouncing off the opposite ropes. Jesse Neal then bounces off the ropes and CM Punk brings him down hard with a powerslam and attempts to seal an early pinfall
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Jacob Senn breaks up the pin with a kick to the head of CM Punk. Jacob Senn got to pick Punk up and back suplexes him down to the canvas. With Punk down, Jacob holds him by the head and peppers him with a series of right hand punches. Jesse Neal grabs Jacob with a go behind and brings him down with a tiger suplex. Jesse Neal goes to pick Jacob Senn back up but Punk grabs Jesse Neal and hooks him in a front face lock, followed by a series of knee strikes to his torso. Jacob Senn gets back up and clotheslines Punk down, freeing up Jesse Neal. Jesse Neal grabs hold of Jacob, but Jacob gouges him in the eyes, followed by a scoop slam. Jacob Senn then connects with a knee drop to Jesse Neal. Jacob Senn goes for another cover.
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And Punk with a power kick to the head of Jacob Senn, breaking up the pin.
Punk picks Jacob up and brings him down fast with a spinebuster. Jesse Neal sneaks up behind Jacob Senn with a double axe handle to the back of Punk's head. He then attempts to go for take down, but Punk dodges and quickly makes it to the ropes, Jesse follows CM Punk on the rebound up for a Samoan Drop, but Punk reverses it into a German Suplex Jesse. Jesse Neal hits the canvas with a thud. Jesse Neal looking for the ropes to help use them to get himself up, but Jacob catches him from with another German suplex. Punk goes for Jacob, but Jacob catches him with a Sambo suplex. Jacob goes for the cover.
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Punk gets the shoulder up.
Phil Latio: CM Punk not looking to give up so easily Don.
Don Chuckles: The determination of these three men is showing in this match.
Jacob picks Punk up, but Punk connects with a punch to the mid section, then throws Jacob to the outside. Jacob Senn manages to land on his feet as he lands outside, slow to regain his balance though, CM Punk comes flying over the ropes, taking Jacob down with a Suicide Dive to a big pop from the crowd. With both Jacob and Punk down and slowly trying to get to their feet, Jesse Neal comes takes advantage and with a running head start he soars through the ropes with a suicide dive of his own to a big pop from the crowd, and all three men are down now. Jacob Senn is the first one that starts showing any signs of life as he starts to stagger back to his feet. Stumbling to regain his composure he searches for Jesse Neal, heaving him up and rolling him into the ring. Jacob Senn then picks Punk up and drives him face first into the ring apron, then rolls him into the ring. Jacob rolls into the ring as well. Jacob Senn goes for a pinfall on CM Punk
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Jacob Senn goes right away goes for another pinfall attempt this time on Jesse Neal.
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Jesse Neal gets his foot on the ropes and Jacob pounds the mat in frustration. CM Punk staggers back to his feet and makes his way towards an frustrated Jacob Senn and grabs him by the head and drives him down to the canvas with a DDT. CM Punk then starts to stomp Jacob Senn, circling his body while delivering a series of stomps around his body. Meanwhile Jesse Neal slowly gets back to his feet while CM Punk is continuing with the relentless stomps. CM Punk turns and Jesse Neal kicks him in the mid section, he then does a cutthroat motion signaling for the end and charges for CM Punk, but CM Punk catches him with kick to the gut, and he heaves him up for on his shoulders for the GTS and he connects. CM Punk goes for the cover ….
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Winner - CM Punk
"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 featuring Example blasts around the arena as Bob Cena confidently walks out. He is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt and camo shorts. Behind him walks his friend Crack, wearing a grey Operation Fuck Up sleeveless shirt and black Nike bottoms, and a plaster covering the wound from Julie Hart's chair shot last week. PoT climbs in to the ring as Crack walks around to Steve Cruise and takes a microphone. He rolls under the bottom rope and hands it to PoT, who then sits down in the middle of the ring to speak.
Bob Cena:
Last week.......Last week.....Bret Hart tried to take advantage of my absence from Raw by attacking Crack in the Operation Fuck Up locker room............Well Bret didnt even stop to think about what I could do. There is a saying that perfectly describes last week - Every action has a reaction - And look at the aftermath of last week, who made the bigger impact, huh? I'm sitting right here! Bret Hart is at home in Calgary caring for his son.Now one thing that I want to address while I am out here is the reaction of the people backstage and the fans around the world. Apparently, last week was just a step too far, that the fans should not be cheering for a guy like me.
Cena chuckles and looks around at the fans in attendance before speaking again.
Bob Cena:
I am not going to snap at you all because I'm not that kind of guy but I have prepared a video clip, ladies and gentlemen please divert your attention to the titantron.
Cena turns his head to look at the screen as it lights up.
The fans go wild at the sight of Austin stunning Linda McMahon as PoT shakes his head in confusion.
Bob Cena:
You people would go wild for Stone Cold Steve Austin giving a stunner to a 60 year old woman but the minute I lay a finger on a man my age I get criticised? I have said this before and I will say it again, these people cheer me out of respect! I am the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history! I dont do things for these fans, I do things for me. And that is exactly what everybody else does, look at Kurt! Ever since I told him to do things for his career and not to get a few cheap cheers from the fans at Justice For Some he has been unstoppable, 4-0! Everybody in the back take notice, you can not just wear a football jersey to get some cheap cheers, you have to earn respect from these people by making your voice heard! I have bled and I have cried right here in this very ring. These people they know how much this business means to me and that is why no matter what I do I still have loyal fans who have always stood by my side.
Crack taps PoT on the shoulder and asks for the microphone. Cena agrees and hands it over. Crack clears his throat before talking.
Crack:
Ever since Wrestlemania, Bob has taken a back seat. He has taken a back seat to the Knights, he has taken a back seat to Bret Hart and he has taken a back seat out of respect. When the Resistance began, Bob let Bret take a Television title shot that he didnt deserve and he did it out of respect. But respect Bret, its a two-way street. You were getting main event matches and let it happen as the modest man that he is. People would approach us in the airport and say, "Hey PoT, you're the best in the world, how come you arent in the main event?" and then he would say, "Every match I'm in is the main event, Bret can go on last if he wants, because I respect him" and its out of respect that he let you go on last. But taking the back seat, it just isnt logical anymore, Bret you cant draw a crowd like PoT does, you aren't as talented as PoT is. And do you really want to know why Bob accepted your challenge Bret? Not out of respect but due to the fact that you even being in the same company as him makes us sick! And then you try to take me out as if I'm a problem, as if its going to affect Bob going into Anarchy, but the truth is Bret; Time for you is running out, nowhere to go, when you get into the ring with the Best in the World, the only way you can win is to make him tap and God knows that will not happen.
Crack hands the microphone back to PoT and he speaks again.
Bob Cena:
You see Bret, in 1992, you walked into Saskatoon and you claimed your first World Wrestling Federation Championship at the age of 35 years old against an aging Ric Flair. Come Anarchy, you are walking into the lions den with the youngest World Champion of all time, and I'm only 22. Think about this, you joined the World Wrestling Federation in 1984 and had to wait 8 years for the world title, I did it in 1 and a half years. Bret, there is no question about it I am the best there is, the best there was and I am the best that there ever will be. And that's the bottom line; Cause PoT said so!
"Unorthodox" hits the speakers again as Cena gets to his feet and high fives Crack before screaming at the top of his lungs.
Bob Cena:
BEST IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday Night Raw goes to a commercial break as Cena rolls under the bottom rope.
SEGMENT 2
As Raw comes back from a break we see Bob Cena and Crack walking outside of the arena into the parking lot. Crack is wearing the same from earlier but PoT has changed into grey Nike sweats with a red hoodie, carrying a black back pack with his wrestling gear in it.
Crack:
I need a piss mate, stall the bus for me.
Bob Cena:
No sweat lad.
Crack walks off as PoT takes out his phone and starts texting. As he reaches his tour bus, he is clubbed from behind with a steel pipe. He drops to his knees and then his attacker kicks drives a right boot into his back. The camera zooms out to reveal his attacker to be Bret Hart. Bret begins to stomp on PoT's right previously injured right arm, before getting smacking Cena's shoulder repeatidly with the steel pipe. Bret drops the pipe and gets Cena into an armbar, making Cena scream in agony.
Bret Hart:
Not so big now are you?! I'm gonna break your fucking arm!
Bret lets go of the hold after a few long, agonising moments, standing over PoT, staring at the anguish on his face, he slowly begins to laugh at his fallen enemy. Bret walks off and climbs into his own car, driving away as Cena rolls around the ground in pain.
The camera opens up in a disclosed location. We hear talking but the screen is black. Suddenly it comes into view. We see the feet of two men. The camera slowly moves up the legs and makes its way up to the faces, the two men are Bret Hart and Joey the Bastard. Bret with a smile on his face as Joey begins to speak.
Joey The Bastard: That ego-maniac, Knight. Just because he is GM, he thinks he can suspend us. He will regret this.
Bret Hart: We are the reason why Thy WWE is still entertaining. We are Thy WWE! We hold three out of the main four championships. We are dominate!
After the comerical ends, the scene comes back to a vignette being aired
Joey The Bastard: We sent Davenport out crying. GM Knight has to remember, who really has the power. Not him but us.
Out of nowhere, we hear a ringing of the phone. Bastard looks down at his jean shorts and digs into his pocket. He pulls out the cell phone. He puts it to his ear and answers to the phone.
Joey The Bastard: Hello? Oh hey, Beno. Why are you at the arena, we are suspended remember?
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Ticket? Alright, well I will talk to you later.
CLICK
The cell phone shuts and Joey looks at Bret. Bret confused begins to speak.
Bret Hart: What's up?
Joey The Bastard:.... We aren't suspended as fans.
Match Two: Michael Kairuz vs Bob Cena
"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.
"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blares over the loud speakers. Newcomer, Michael Kairuz comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle. He stares at the former world champion.
The bell goes off as the match begins.
DING DING DING
Cena and Kairuz start by circling around the ring and POT goes for the lock-up, but Kairuz ducks and goes for the waist lock. POT reverses with one of his own, switches to a side headlock, and then does a snapmare. POT begins to grab the leg, but Kairuz shoves him off. As Kairuz gets up, POT charges and does a dropkick on Michael. Kairuz goes to the turnbuckle as POT goes to him. POT does an Irish whip and runs after Kairuz, but Kairuz flips over POT, with the help of the turnbuckle, and does a bridging belly-to-belly suplex and pins.
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Kickout!
As we see Kairuz go towards POT, we see POT roll out of the ring. Kairuz waits for POT to get on the apron and goes for a clothesline, but POT rams Kairuz with the elbow. POT then waits for Kairuz to get up and tries for the clothesline, but Kairuz ducks it and does a dropkick that knocks POT to the mat.
Once POT is up, Kairuz grabs the ropes and does a springboard cross body. Kairuz lifts POT up and tosses him into the ring as he goes in as well. Kairuz then does a flurry of punches causing POT to lean on the ropes, but as Kairuz goes back POT lifts Kairuz over the ropes and onto the mat. POT then goes to the outside and rams Kairuz into the guard-rail and tosses him back into the ring. POT goes to the top of the turnbuckle and waits for Kairuz to get up and does a missile dropkick. POT goes for the pin.
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POT grabs Kairuz by the arm and does an armbar on the newcomer. POT has the move tightly applied, but Kairuz is able to stand and throw an elbow to get POT off. Kairuz goes for a clothesline, but POT ducks and puts Kairuz on his shoulder.
Phil Latio: He's going for the FU!
Kairuz using the elbow hits POT twice, falling back onto his feet. The newcomer sees this as the perfect oppurtunity, he kicks POT in the mid-section and irish whips POT to the ropes. POT comes flying back and runs right into a spear. Kairuz goes for the quick win.
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Kickout!
Kairuz can not believe it. He is so close on winning his first match here in Thy WWE. Kairuz picks up POT one last time and goes to kick him in the gut once again but this time, POT catches the foot. Throws the foot down and kicks Kairuz in the gut himself. He picks him up and places him on his shoulder. POT goes for the FU and connects, sending Kairuz to the canvas. POT goes for the cover!
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Winner - P.O.T.
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This the new shit blasted throughout the arena as the fans get to their feet and go wild for the Motherfucking Reject Nero. Knowing he hasn’t got a match all the fans scream at him and hold up their signs for him, glad that he has come to the show. As the music blasts and the beat picks up Nero and Morgan make their way out to the ramp jumping about hyper as hell, wearing their very punky baggy jeans and own style of t-shirts. The boy’s pace around making their sign with their hands before bounding down to the ring, jumping the ropes and up to opposite turnbuckles posing there before jumping down and grabbing mics. The boys then pace around the ring with huge smirks on their face.
The boys laugh at eachother before dropping the mic and holding out their hands before quickly clenching them into fists causing the lights to go out and their music to play. At the end of the song the lights go back on and the boys are nowhere to be seen getting a huge sound of whispering by the fans.
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Phil Latio: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event!
Don Chuckles: That's right, folks. It's GraveSpawn taking on... What's his name again?
Phil Latio: Steve Blackman, Don... Did you not pay attention to wrestling in the late 90s?
Don Chuckles: Yeah, I did, but I don't remember this guy at all...
Phil Latio: Well, he's back, and ready to make an impact here tonight. He's ready to get his career back on track in this... His third go at it!
Don Chuckles: Well, hopefully this Cinderella story ends here tonight at the hands of the Television Champion, Gravespawn...
Phil Latio: What? For weeks you have been talking about how much you hated Stalker Knight, and now you're gonna side with him?
Don Chuckles: First of all, Latio, that was Stalker Knight... A loser... Gravespawn, on the other hand, is the future of this company, and the future of this business...
Phil Latio: It's the same guy!
Don Chuckles: New name, new look, new attitude... New man, Latio...
Phil Latio: Well, we're gonna find out if either of these two men have any new tricks up their sleeves right now!
{The old familair tune of "Ground Shaker" hits and the crowd starts to pipe up. A lot of them remember Steve Blackman from back in the day and are cheering... But a lot of them don't really care about him either. Blackman steps out from the back in his signature black karate pants and black and red wrestling boots. He looks the exact same as he looked the last time we saw him in a wrestling ring...}
Phil Latio: Look at the physique of Steve Blackman, Don... He's still as fit as he ever was!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, you would be checking out the guy's physique, wouldn't you?
{Blackman makes his way down the ramp with determination on his face. He slides in to the ring and starts to shadow box to many of the fans approval. But still a lot of them aren't really giving Blackman much of a response...}
Don Chuckles: I'm with the majority of the fans here, Latio... Who really gives a crap about this guy? We came to see the champ!
Phil Latio: Listen to the crowd, Don... A lot of people care about Steve Blackman... They're happy to see him back in the ring, and I, for one, wish him the best of luck, and great big welcome back!
{Blackman goes to his corner to wait for Gravespawn... "Master's Solemn Hour" hits and Gravespawn steps out from the back to a very loud, yet mixed reaction. He makes his way down to ring staring at Blackman...}
Phil Latio: Here comes the Television Champion... He's ready to stop Blackman's comeback dead in it's tracks before it really even gets started!
Don Chuckles: We can all hope and pray...
{Gravespawn makes his up the steps and enters the ring. Blackman looks ready to go as the ref calls for the bell. Blackman approaches Gravespawn and extends his hand looking to abide by his code of honor, and Grave spawn just stares at his open hand. Spawn goes to accept it, then slaps Blackman across the face. Blackman doesn't get mad, though. He rubs his cheek while nodding his head, accepting what just happened. Then Blackman moves fast to go on the offensive connecting with Spawn's midsection with a flurry of fists. Spawn stops him by grabbing Blackman by the head and shoving him hard to mat. Blackman gets back up and starts with the fists again, and again, Spawn shoves him away...}
Phil Latio: Some huge strength is being displayed by Gravespawn who is obviously the stronger of the two...
Don Chuckles: Yeah, he's also the bigger man, too. And the smarter, more successful, and better looking!
{Blackman back up and hits Spawn across the best with a knife edge chop that echo's throughout the arena. The crowd "Woo's" and Blackman hits another one. Spawn moves backwards in to the corner as Blackman continues with the chops and then a rapid fire punching combination to the body. With Spawn a little winded, Blackman goes to whip him into the opposite corner but Spawn reverses, sending Blackman in to the corner instead. Spawn then charges Blackman, attempting a clothesline, but Backman quickly rolls under it and pops up to his feet meeting the stunned Spawn with a spinning back kick right to the gut...}
Phil Latio: Good strategy here by Blackman... Going after the big man's body...
{Spawn goes down on one knee, clutching his stomach and gasping for air. Blackman retreats to the corner and rushes Spawn, but Spawn explodes up with a devastating clothesline...}
Don Chuckles: You were saying, Latio... Idiot...
{The crowd "Ohh's" at the clothesline as Spawn drops a knee to the face of Blackman. Then Spawn grabs hold of Blackman's throat with a choke. The crowd boos and the ref demands that Spawn stop but Spawn won't. So the ref starts the five count and Spawn lets go at the count of four. The ref gets in Spawn's face and Spawn throws his arms up saying he didn't do anything with a smirk on his face. This gives Blackman time to recover a little but before he can get to his feet, Spawn clubs him across the back, then he hits him with a hard axe handle across the spine. Blackman back down and Spawn starts to shove Blackman's face with the bottom of his boot. The crowd boos more now, and Blackman's face is starting to go red...}
Phil Latio: What disrespect shown here by Gravespawn...
Don Chuckles: Why should he repect him? What has he done to earn Gravespawn or anybody else's respect for that matter? Gravespawn is toying with him now!
Phil Latio: Steve Blackman looks like he's getting a little angry, Don...
Don Chuckles: So let him be mad! It doesn't a make a damn difference! Gravespawn is the man in this match and any other match!
{Gravespawn continues to push Blackman's face with his boot. Blackman has had enough and lets out a warrior-type roar. He gets up and Gravespawn looks at him with a confused and amused look on his face. Blackman's foot explodes out from his body and connects with Gravespawn's jaw...}
Phil Latio: Oh my! What a super kick from Steve Blackman! And Blackman's pissed off!
Don Chuckles: Get away, Gravespawn! Go!
{Blackman starts to drops forearms to stomach of a downed Gravespawn. Blackman then pulls Gravespawn up and hits a belly to belly suplex as the crowd starts to get on his side. Blackman then locks in a triangle hold...}
Phil Latio: Remember that not only is Steve Blackman well known for his martial arts skill... He's also a submissions expert!
Don Chuckles:Come, Gravespawn! Get to the ropes!
{Spawn struggles to break out but Blackman has it cinched in tight. But Spawn flips over and gets up close to Blackman and starts to sock him in the face forcing Blackman to break the hold. Blackman gets up shaking the cob webs out and Spawn gets up shaking his arm. Then Gravespawn attacks Blackman with lightning speed, dropping him with a vicious big boot. Spawn goes foe the cover after an "OHHH!" from the crowd...}
Don: That's it! He's done!
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Don Chuckles:What!?
Phil Latio: You were saying, Don?
{Gravespawn has Blackman up and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts him up and drops him hard, but he doesn't let go. He swings his legs and drags Blackman back up and hits another suplex. Then he does it one more time. Spawn covers Blackman once again...
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Spawn pulls a groggy Blackman up and pushes him to the ropes and whips him off. Blackman comes back and Spawn goes for another big boot, but Blackman ducks it and spins around. Spawn turns around and Blackman grabs him tight and flips him over with a northern lights suplex. Blackman bridges for the pin...
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Blackman back up quickly and Spawn gets up and Blackman jumps up and hits Spawn square in the face with a drop kick. Spawn is down and Blackman starts to slowly climb the turnbuckle. he waits to Spawn to get up then leaps off going for a chop from the top but this time Gravespawn connects with a big boot out of mid air. The crowd "OHHH's" big time and show their approval for a the display...}
Phil Latio: That move came out of nowhere! Both men are down for the time being...
Don Chuckles: Stalker, I mean Gravespawn is started to move!
Phil Latio: Gravespawn with the cover! It's gotta be over!
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Phil Latio: Blackman won't give up! He won't let his comeback end like this! What a man!
Don Chuckles: Come on, Gravespawn, you idiot! Finish him!
{Gravespawn pulls Blackman up and grabs him by the head, he then spins and drops him with a Roll the Dice...}
Phil Latio: Journey's Close! That'll end it right there!
Don Chuckles: There we go, Gravespawn! That's better! Now just cover him and we can go on with our lives without Steve Blackman...
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Don Chuckles: Aw, COME ON!
Gravespawn drags Steve back to his feet, but as he drags him to his feet Steve Blackman connects with a quick elbow to the gut of Gravespawn. Stunned, Gravespawn staggers backwards a bit while black man twirls around and connects with a Pump Kick Steve goes for the cover!
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A person from the crowd wearing a baseball cap starts clapping his hands . He uncovers and we see that it's Beno
Beno starts to make his way down threw the crowd towards the front, and just as he get's to the barrier "Written In the Stars" By Tiny Tempah blares over the titantron and Christian Knight come barging out from the curtains and makes his way down the ramp with a microphone in hand. He makes his way up to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring, he glares at Beno who stops dead in his tracks, but just as he was about to say something "No Chance" blares over the titantron and out comes Vince McMahon strunting out to the arena. He stops in front of the titantron and lifts the microphone to his lips
Vince McMahon: Now wait just a second there Christian. I've come out here to weigh in on the decision that you made last week. Now we all know that you second week here in Thy you made a controversal decision and that decision was to to suspend the Knights. Well I will agree that decision may be justified, the knights bring in higher rating, and that's not to mention that we actually need the knights here, as suspending that amount of pilling takes away valuable slots that we need to fill when it comes to our weekly shows on Monday Night Raw. I'm going to have to ask you Knight, that we need to bring this supsension to an end and come up with an alternative Consequences for the Knights other then suspending them.
Christian Knight glares at Vince McMahon. Vince slowly just turns away and exits the from the arena. Christian Knight then turns his attentions over towards Beno which is now climbing over the barrier and looking back at Knight from outside the ring.
Christian Knight: Don't look at me with that stupid smirk on your face Beno. You think that this is a victory for you Beno, I think not.
Beno: Please, Knight. I'm all ears, because we all know your first attempt to get rid of us worked out so well.
Christian Knight: Beno. Beno, my friend. Your so wrong. I mean after all, when the knights first signed there name on there contracts to become a professional wrestler here in thy, they became employees right. Employees that belong to this company in which Vince, as so we just seen, put me in charge. Contracted Employees to do as I see fit. Well supsension out the window now. So then what's the next thing I can do. Well seeing on how your all contracted employees, and I oversee everyone's scedule, how about this. How about I go ahead and pencil into my little scedule here.
Christian Knight pulls out a pen and a not pad
Christian Knight: Ahh, there we go. My scedule.
Note to self. Next week on raw. It'll be a triple threat. Yeah that sounds good. What do you think Beno? A triple threat?
Beno: Why the hell do I care about what you do Knight.
Christian Knight: My dear, Beno. Why does it concern you? You mean you don't know? Next week you'll get to witness the greatest match of them all, and that's when I put the Knights into a triple threat against each other. So how about that then Beno. You said you hated weak links, when you got rid of Barton and Brian Gunn. Now's your perfect opportunity to find out who else is a weak link.
The scene then fades to black as Beno's smirk quickly fades into a frown and he starts yelling uncoherently back at Knight
– ‘The Prodigy’ Kurt Orton
Kurt Orton flips off the tv. The memory of him winning the championship still lingering in mind. The cheers he got from the crowd, the reaction he got from backstage. The prestige and honor he felt with that strap of gold held around his waiste. What he wouldn’t give to get that feeling back. He glances in the mirror that is in his locker room.
“Never in my life did people take me seriously. Belief. Believing in my self is what got me that championship and it’s what will get me the championship once more”
“I will shoow them the difference between what they think I'am and what I can be. It’s time to shut people up, to shut people like Christian Knight up”
Kurt Orton looks away from the mirror and heads out the door. Charging down the hallway he searches for Christian Knights Office and storms in. Christian Knight looks up from his paper work and notices a frantic Kurt Orton.
Kurt Orton: You’re wrong. You’re wrong about me Christain. How will people like, you go on, if you can only think the worse in people. That you undermine me when it’s still early in the game, you always know what to say, but what would you say if I put you in your place, and make you eat your own words when I secure the World Championship again. What will you do.
Kurt Orton Chuckles
Kurt Orton: You know Christian, I find it funny. I find it funny that you like to talk about other people giving untacful, half hearted performances when you of all people fall in that category. Yeah. Don’t think for a second no one has forgot about you 17 seconds of fame with the intercontinental championship. At least I was able to hold onto my championship for more then a day. I’m tired of your hypocrical chatter, belittling me for losing the championship on my first defense, when in reality you did the same exact thing, but only you managed to do it in less time. At least I was able to take my championship home. Mark my words Christian, I will prove you wrong and that time will come at Anarchy when I cash my briefcase and I beat Beno for the World Championship.
Christian Knight: Nice of you to just barge in her Kurt. But don't you mean if you win. The word if, seems to be more accurate. I mean how many times have you had title shot after title shot only to fall short Kurt. You want to call me a hypocrite, well fine. But unlike you Kurt, I only had one title shot and yes I lost it on my first defense like you, but at least it didn't take me a hundred times to get one.
Kurt Orton: How about you just sit there and shut your mouth, until after my I have my match with Beno, so that way when I do win, and then I come back into this office with the world championship strapped around my waist; What then? What will you say then Christian?
The scene then cuts to a commercial with Christian Knight and Kurt Orton deadlocking each other
*Commercial*
Match One: Jacob Senn vs Jesse Neal vs CM Punk
"Reconnect” by Destropy blares over the loud speakers. Jesse Neal comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
"Savior" by Skillet blares over the loud speakers. Jacob Senn comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
"Cult of Personality" blares over the loud speakers. CM Punk comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle and waits for the referee to signal for the bell. The Referee motions for the match to get underway.
Ding…Ding…Ding…
The three men walk towards each other, poising to strike. Jacob Senn strikes first elbowing CM Punk in the face, then does the same to Jesse Neal. Jesse Neal and CM Punk look to each other, then proceed to both kick Jacob in the mid section and whip him into the ropes. Jacob bounces off the ropes and Punk and Jesse Neal throw him up in the air and over their shoulders, sending him crashing to the canvas. Jesse Neal and Punk then exchange right and left handed punches. CM Punk starts to get the upper hand with a series of stiff elbow strikes that backs Jesse Neal into the ropes. CM Punk with an irish whip, sends Jesse Neal bouncing off the opposite ropes. Jesse Neal then bounces off the ropes and CM Punk brings him down hard with a powerslam and attempts to seal an early pinfall
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Jacob Senn breaks up the pin with a kick to the head of CM Punk. Jacob Senn got to pick Punk up and back suplexes him down to the canvas. With Punk down, Jacob holds him by the head and peppers him with a series of right hand punches. Jesse Neal grabs Jacob with a go behind and brings him down with a tiger suplex. Jesse Neal goes to pick Jacob Senn back up but Punk grabs Jesse Neal and hooks him in a front face lock, followed by a series of knee strikes to his torso. Jacob Senn gets back up and clotheslines Punk down, freeing up Jesse Neal. Jesse Neal grabs hold of Jacob, but Jacob gouges him in the eyes, followed by a scoop slam. Jacob Senn then connects with a knee drop to Jesse Neal. Jacob Senn goes for another cover.
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And Punk with a power kick to the head of Jacob Senn, breaking up the pin.
Punk picks Jacob up and brings him down fast with a spinebuster. Jesse Neal sneaks up behind Jacob Senn with a double axe handle to the back of Punk's head. He then attempts to go for take down, but Punk dodges and quickly makes it to the ropes, Jesse follows CM Punk on the rebound up for a Samoan Drop, but Punk reverses it into a German Suplex Jesse. Jesse Neal hits the canvas with a thud. Jesse Neal looking for the ropes to help use them to get himself up, but Jacob catches him from with another German suplex. Punk goes for Jacob, but Jacob catches him with a Sambo suplex. Jacob goes for the cover.
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Punk gets the shoulder up.
Phil Latio: CM Punk not looking to give up so easily Don.
Don Chuckles: The determination of these three men is showing in this match.
Jacob picks Punk up, but Punk connects with a punch to the mid section, then throws Jacob to the outside. Jacob Senn manages to land on his feet as he lands outside, slow to regain his balance though, CM Punk comes flying over the ropes, taking Jacob down with a Suicide Dive to a big pop from the crowd. With both Jacob and Punk down and slowly trying to get to their feet, Jesse Neal comes takes advantage and with a running head start he soars through the ropes with a suicide dive of his own to a big pop from the crowd, and all three men are down now. Jacob Senn is the first one that starts showing any signs of life as he starts to stagger back to his feet. Stumbling to regain his composure he searches for Jesse Neal, heaving him up and rolling him into the ring. Jacob Senn then picks Punk up and drives him face first into the ring apron, then rolls him into the ring. Jacob rolls into the ring as well. Jacob Senn goes for a pinfall on CM Punk
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Jesse Neal gets his foot on the ropes and Jacob pounds the mat in frustration. CM Punk staggers back to his feet and makes his way towards an frustrated Jacob Senn and grabs him by the head and drives him down to the canvas with a DDT. CM Punk then starts to stomp Jacob Senn, circling his body while delivering a series of stomps around his body. Meanwhile Jesse Neal slowly gets back to his feet while CM Punk is continuing with the relentless stomps. CM Punk turns and Jesse Neal kicks him in the mid section, he then does a cutthroat motion signaling for the end and charges for CM Punk, but CM Punk catches him with kick to the gut, and he heaves him up for on his shoulders for the GTS and he connects. CM Punk goes for the cover ….
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*Commercial*
"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 featuring Example blasts around the arena as Bob Cena confidently walks out. He is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt and camo shorts. Behind him walks his friend Crack, wearing a grey Operation Fuck Up sleeveless shirt and black Nike bottoms, and a plaster covering the wound from Julie Hart's chair shot last week. PoT climbs in to the ring as Crack walks around to Steve Cruise and takes a microphone. He rolls under the bottom rope and hands it to PoT, who then sits down in the middle of the ring to speak.
Bob Cena:
Last week.......Last week.....Bret Hart tried to take advantage of my absence from Raw by attacking Crack in the Operation Fuck Up locker room............Well Bret didnt even stop to think about what I could do. There is a saying that perfectly describes last week - Every action has a reaction - And look at the aftermath of last week, who made the bigger impact, huh? I'm sitting right here! Bret Hart is at home in Calgary caring for his son.Now one thing that I want to address while I am out here is the reaction of the people backstage and the fans around the world. Apparently, last week was just a step too far, that the fans should not be cheering for a guy like me.
Cena chuckles and looks around at the fans in attendance before speaking again.
Bob Cena:
I am not going to snap at you all because I'm not that kind of guy but I have prepared a video clip, ladies and gentlemen please divert your attention to the titantron.
Cena turns his head to look at the screen as it lights up.
The fans go wild at the sight of Austin stunning Linda McMahon as PoT shakes his head in confusion.
Bob Cena:
You people would go wild for Stone Cold Steve Austin giving a stunner to a 60 year old woman but the minute I lay a finger on a man my age I get criticised? I have said this before and I will say it again, these people cheer me out of respect! I am the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history! I dont do things for these fans, I do things for me. And that is exactly what everybody else does, look at Kurt! Ever since I told him to do things for his career and not to get a few cheap cheers from the fans at Justice For Some he has been unstoppable, 4-0! Everybody in the back take notice, you can not just wear a football jersey to get some cheap cheers, you have to earn respect from these people by making your voice heard! I have bled and I have cried right here in this very ring. These people they know how much this business means to me and that is why no matter what I do I still have loyal fans who have always stood by my side.
Crack taps PoT on the shoulder and asks for the microphone. Cena agrees and hands it over. Crack clears his throat before talking.
Crack:
Ever since Wrestlemania, Bob has taken a back seat. He has taken a back seat to the Knights, he has taken a back seat to Bret Hart and he has taken a back seat out of respect. When the Resistance began, Bob let Bret take a Television title shot that he didnt deserve and he did it out of respect. But respect Bret, its a two-way street. You were getting main event matches and let it happen as the modest man that he is. People would approach us in the airport and say, "Hey PoT, you're the best in the world, how come you arent in the main event?" and then he would say, "Every match I'm in is the main event, Bret can go on last if he wants, because I respect him" and its out of respect that he let you go on last. But taking the back seat, it just isnt logical anymore, Bret you cant draw a crowd like PoT does, you aren't as talented as PoT is. And do you really want to know why Bob accepted your challenge Bret? Not out of respect but due to the fact that you even being in the same company as him makes us sick! And then you try to take me out as if I'm a problem, as if its going to affect Bob going into Anarchy, but the truth is Bret; Time for you is running out, nowhere to go, when you get into the ring with the Best in the World, the only way you can win is to make him tap and God knows that will not happen.
Crack hands the microphone back to PoT and he speaks again.
Bob Cena:
You see Bret, in 1992, you walked into Saskatoon and you claimed your first World Wrestling Federation Championship at the age of 35 years old against an aging Ric Flair. Come Anarchy, you are walking into the lions den with the youngest World Champion of all time, and I'm only 22. Think about this, you joined the World Wrestling Federation in 1984 and had to wait 8 years for the world title, I did it in 1 and a half years. Bret, there is no question about it I am the best there is, the best there was and I am the best that there ever will be. And that's the bottom line; Cause PoT said so!
"Unorthodox" hits the speakers again as Cena gets to his feet and high fives Crack before screaming at the top of his lungs.
Bob Cena:
BEST IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday Night Raw goes to a commercial break as Cena rolls under the bottom rope.
SEGMENT 2
As Raw comes back from a break we see Bob Cena and Crack walking outside of the arena into the parking lot. Crack is wearing the same from earlier but PoT has changed into grey Nike sweats with a red hoodie, carrying a black back pack with his wrestling gear in it.
Crack:
I need a piss mate, stall the bus for me.
Bob Cena:
No sweat lad.
Crack walks off as PoT takes out his phone and starts texting. As he reaches his tour bus, he is clubbed from behind with a steel pipe. He drops to his knees and then his attacker kicks drives a right boot into his back. The camera zooms out to reveal his attacker to be Bret Hart. Bret begins to stomp on PoT's right previously injured right arm, before getting smacking Cena's shoulder repeatidly with the steel pipe. Bret drops the pipe and gets Cena into an armbar, making Cena scream in agony.
Bret Hart:
Not so big now are you?! I'm gonna break your fucking arm!
Bret lets go of the hold after a few long, agonising moments, standing over PoT, staring at the anguish on his face, he slowly begins to laugh at his fallen enemy. Bret walks off and climbs into his own car, driving away as Cena rolls around the ground in pain.
The camera opens up in a disclosed location. We hear talking but the screen is black. Suddenly it comes into view. We see the feet of two men. The camera slowly moves up the legs and makes its way up to the faces, the two men are Bret Hart and Joey the Bastard. Bret with a smile on his face as Joey begins to speak.
Joey The Bastard: That ego-maniac, Knight. Just because he is GM, he thinks he can suspend us. He will regret this.
Bret Hart: We are the reason why Thy WWE is still entertaining. We are Thy WWE! We hold three out of the main four championships. We are dominate!
*Commercial*
After the comerical ends, the scene comes back to a vignette being aired
Joey The Bastard: We sent Davenport out crying. GM Knight has to remember, who really has the power. Not him but us.
Out of nowhere, we hear a ringing of the phone. Bastard looks down at his jean shorts and digs into his pocket. He pulls out the cell phone. He puts it to his ear and answers to the phone.
Joey The Bastard: Hello? Oh hey, Beno. Why are you at the arena, we are suspended remember?
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Ticket? Alright, well I will talk to you later.
CLICK
The cell phone shuts and Joey looks at Bret. Bret confused begins to speak.
Bret Hart: What's up?
Joey The Bastard:.... We aren't suspended as fans.
Match Two: Michael Kairuz vs Bob Cena
"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.
"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blares over the loud speakers. Newcomer, Michael Kairuz comes out from the back and makes his way down the ramp and stops at the ring. He heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring he makes his way towards his respective turnbuckle. He stares at the former world champion.
The bell goes off as the match begins.
DING DING DING
Cena and Kairuz start by circling around the ring and POT goes for the lock-up, but Kairuz ducks and goes for the waist lock. POT reverses with one of his own, switches to a side headlock, and then does a snapmare. POT begins to grab the leg, but Kairuz shoves him off. As Kairuz gets up, POT charges and does a dropkick on Michael. Kairuz goes to the turnbuckle as POT goes to him. POT does an Irish whip and runs after Kairuz, but Kairuz flips over POT, with the help of the turnbuckle, and does a bridging belly-to-belly suplex and pins.
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As we see Kairuz go towards POT, we see POT roll out of the ring. Kairuz waits for POT to get on the apron and goes for a clothesline, but POT rams Kairuz with the elbow. POT then waits for Kairuz to get up and tries for the clothesline, but Kairuz ducks it and does a dropkick that knocks POT to the mat.
Once POT is up, Kairuz grabs the ropes and does a springboard cross body. Kairuz lifts POT up and tosses him into the ring as he goes in as well. Kairuz then does a flurry of punches causing POT to lean on the ropes, but as Kairuz goes back POT lifts Kairuz over the ropes and onto the mat. POT then goes to the outside and rams Kairuz into the guard-rail and tosses him back into the ring. POT goes to the top of the turnbuckle and waits for Kairuz to get up and does a missile dropkick. POT goes for the pin.
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POT grabs Kairuz by the arm and does an armbar on the newcomer. POT has the move tightly applied, but Kairuz is able to stand and throw an elbow to get POT off. Kairuz goes for a clothesline, but POT ducks and puts Kairuz on his shoulder.
Phil Latio: He's going for the FU!
Kairuz using the elbow hits POT twice, falling back onto his feet. The newcomer sees this as the perfect oppurtunity, he kicks POT in the mid-section and irish whips POT to the ropes. POT comes flying back and runs right into a spear. Kairuz goes for the quick win.
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Kairuz can not believe it. He is so close on winning his first match here in Thy WWE. Kairuz picks up POT one last time and goes to kick him in the gut once again but this time, POT catches the foot. Throws the foot down and kicks Kairuz in the gut himself. He picks him up and places him on his shoulder. POT goes for the FU and connects, sending Kairuz to the canvas. POT goes for the cover!
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Winner - P.O.T.
*Commercial*
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This the new shit blasted throughout the arena as the fans get to their feet and go wild for the Motherfucking Reject Nero. Knowing he hasn’t got a match all the fans scream at him and hold up their signs for him, glad that he has come to the show. As the music blasts and the beat picks up Nero and Morgan make their way out to the ramp jumping about hyper as hell, wearing their very punky baggy jeans and own style of t-shirts. The boy’s pace around making their sign with their hands before bounding down to the ring, jumping the ropes and up to opposite turnbuckles posing there before jumping down and grabbing mics. The boys then pace around the ring with huge smirks on their face.
ȶɦɛ ʍօȶɦɛʀʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʀɛʝɛƈȶ ռɛʀօ
Listen up you motherfuckers, listen up. See to it now that yeah we have been gone for a while back to our forest of pleasure. Now everyone better be ready coz us Heavens Demons are back bitches.
ȶɦɛ ʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʄʀɛǟӄ ʍօʀɢ
That’s right you dipshits, we back and this be a warning to those backstage. We don’t care who you are or what you do here being singles or tags let’s say we ‘trained’ somewhat and you boys are gonna feel our wrath. Tell um Reject.
ȶɦɛ ʍօȶɦɛʀʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʀɛʝɛƈȶ ռɛʀօ
See you lots probably think great these two jack arses are back, but see we have been watching you motherfuckers and all your shitty matches and I gotta say well done, you have completely fucked over THY please, the Knights? Have gone to shits, the whole group with KO has gone to shits. Bob and his mate crack are fucking up and well that damn whore Demmie hell I turn off the telly when she turns up. The others please what have you boys done? Nothing and see we may be the biggest motherfucking dickhead dipshits going but we are gonna bring back the fighting. You bastards backstage prancing around like you’re in a little play, please I’ve seen better fights between playschool kids fighting over a crayon. You boys are the shits and you tell um Morg tell um what we gonna do.
ȶɦɛ ʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʄʀɛǟӄ ʍօʀɢ
We gonna open fire on this place, wrestling used to mean summit but when guys like the crackheads that wrestle here are on telly these boys mean nothing, think of us as Angels sent to rectify all this fucking shit. These boys backstage mean nothing do nothing. Hell when was the last time one of these shitbrains actually do something worth while? Your prick of a champions are complete shit and could be beat by his little two year old nephew. I mean come on motherfuckers grow some damn balls. See we don’t care who we piss off but you, you had better take note because trust us you will be f’in and blinding at us when we through beating your pathetic arses. Hell we will start at the bottom but when we start working your way up you motherfuckers better be ready coz if not it will be your skulls crashing into the mat making you bleed from every possible way. We are the Heavens Demons and you boys better get ready for a fight.
ȶɦɛ ʍօȶɦɛʀʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʀɛʝɛƈȶ ռɛʀօ
Trust, you better be ready coz if you ain’t BAM! Your career is gonna be over bye bye pretty boys you better look over your shoulders your nightmares have returned.
Listen up you motherfuckers, listen up. See to it now that yeah we have been gone for a while back to our forest of pleasure. Now everyone better be ready coz us Heavens Demons are back bitches.
ȶɦɛ ʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʄʀɛǟӄ ʍօʀɢ
That’s right you dipshits, we back and this be a warning to those backstage. We don’t care who you are or what you do here being singles or tags let’s say we ‘trained’ somewhat and you boys are gonna feel our wrath. Tell um Reject.
ȶɦɛ ʍօȶɦɛʀʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʀɛʝɛƈȶ ռɛʀօ
See you lots probably think great these two jack arses are back, but see we have been watching you motherfuckers and all your shitty matches and I gotta say well done, you have completely fucked over THY please, the Knights? Have gone to shits, the whole group with KO has gone to shits. Bob and his mate crack are fucking up and well that damn whore Demmie hell I turn off the telly when she turns up. The others please what have you boys done? Nothing and see we may be the biggest motherfucking dickhead dipshits going but we are gonna bring back the fighting. You bastards backstage prancing around like you’re in a little play, please I’ve seen better fights between playschool kids fighting over a crayon. You boys are the shits and you tell um Morg tell um what we gonna do.
ȶɦɛ ʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʄʀɛǟӄ ʍօʀɢ
We gonna open fire on this place, wrestling used to mean summit but when guys like the crackheads that wrestle here are on telly these boys mean nothing, think of us as Angels sent to rectify all this fucking shit. These boys backstage mean nothing do nothing. Hell when was the last time one of these shitbrains actually do something worth while? Your prick of a champions are complete shit and could be beat by his little two year old nephew. I mean come on motherfuckers grow some damn balls. See we don’t care who we piss off but you, you had better take note because trust us you will be f’in and blinding at us when we through beating your pathetic arses. Hell we will start at the bottom but when we start working your way up you motherfuckers better be ready coz if not it will be your skulls crashing into the mat making you bleed from every possible way. We are the Heavens Demons and you boys better get ready for a fight.
ȶɦɛ ʍօȶɦɛʀʄʊƈӄɨռɢ ʀɛʝɛƈȶ ռɛʀօ
Trust, you better be ready coz if you ain’t BAM! Your career is gonna be over bye bye pretty boys you better look over your shoulders your nightmares have returned.
The boys laugh at eachother before dropping the mic and holding out their hands before quickly clenching them into fists causing the lights to go out and their music to play. At the end of the song the lights go back on and the boys are nowhere to be seen getting a huge sound of whispering by the fans.
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Main Event: Steve Blackman vs Gravespwan
Phil Latio: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event!
Don Chuckles: That's right, folks. It's GraveSpawn taking on... What's his name again?
Phil Latio: Steve Blackman, Don... Did you not pay attention to wrestling in the late 90s?
Don Chuckles: Yeah, I did, but I don't remember this guy at all...
Phil Latio: Well, he's back, and ready to make an impact here tonight. He's ready to get his career back on track in this... His third go at it!
Don Chuckles: Well, hopefully this Cinderella story ends here tonight at the hands of the Television Champion, Gravespawn...
Phil Latio: What? For weeks you have been talking about how much you hated Stalker Knight, and now you're gonna side with him?
Don Chuckles: First of all, Latio, that was Stalker Knight... A loser... Gravespawn, on the other hand, is the future of this company, and the future of this business...
Phil Latio: It's the same guy!
Don Chuckles: New name, new look, new attitude... New man, Latio...
Phil Latio: Well, we're gonna find out if either of these two men have any new tricks up their sleeves right now!
{The old familair tune of "Ground Shaker" hits and the crowd starts to pipe up. A lot of them remember Steve Blackman from back in the day and are cheering... But a lot of them don't really care about him either. Blackman steps out from the back in his signature black karate pants and black and red wrestling boots. He looks the exact same as he looked the last time we saw him in a wrestling ring...}
Phil Latio: Look at the physique of Steve Blackman, Don... He's still as fit as he ever was!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, you would be checking out the guy's physique, wouldn't you?
{Blackman makes his way down the ramp with determination on his face. He slides in to the ring and starts to shadow box to many of the fans approval. But still a lot of them aren't really giving Blackman much of a response...}
Don Chuckles: I'm with the majority of the fans here, Latio... Who really gives a crap about this guy? We came to see the champ!
Phil Latio: Listen to the crowd, Don... A lot of people care about Steve Blackman... They're happy to see him back in the ring, and I, for one, wish him the best of luck, and great big welcome back!
{Blackman goes to his corner to wait for Gravespawn... "Master's Solemn Hour" hits and Gravespawn steps out from the back to a very loud, yet mixed reaction. He makes his way down to ring staring at Blackman...}
Phil Latio: Here comes the Television Champion... He's ready to stop Blackman's comeback dead in it's tracks before it really even gets started!
Don Chuckles: We can all hope and pray...
{Gravespawn makes his up the steps and enters the ring. Blackman looks ready to go as the ref calls for the bell. Blackman approaches Gravespawn and extends his hand looking to abide by his code of honor, and Grave spawn just stares at his open hand. Spawn goes to accept it, then slaps Blackman across the face. Blackman doesn't get mad, though. He rubs his cheek while nodding his head, accepting what just happened. Then Blackman moves fast to go on the offensive connecting with Spawn's midsection with a flurry of fists. Spawn stops him by grabbing Blackman by the head and shoving him hard to mat. Blackman gets back up and starts with the fists again, and again, Spawn shoves him away...}
Phil Latio: Some huge strength is being displayed by Gravespawn who is obviously the stronger of the two...
Don Chuckles: Yeah, he's also the bigger man, too. And the smarter, more successful, and better looking!
{Blackman back up and hits Spawn across the best with a knife edge chop that echo's throughout the arena. The crowd "Woo's" and Blackman hits another one. Spawn moves backwards in to the corner as Blackman continues with the chops and then a rapid fire punching combination to the body. With Spawn a little winded, Blackman goes to whip him into the opposite corner but Spawn reverses, sending Blackman in to the corner instead. Spawn then charges Blackman, attempting a clothesline, but Backman quickly rolls under it and pops up to his feet meeting the stunned Spawn with a spinning back kick right to the gut...}
Phil Latio: Good strategy here by Blackman... Going after the big man's body...
{Spawn goes down on one knee, clutching his stomach and gasping for air. Blackman retreats to the corner and rushes Spawn, but Spawn explodes up with a devastating clothesline...}
Don Chuckles: You were saying, Latio... Idiot...
{The crowd "Ohh's" at the clothesline as Spawn drops a knee to the face of Blackman. Then Spawn grabs hold of Blackman's throat with a choke. The crowd boos and the ref demands that Spawn stop but Spawn won't. So the ref starts the five count and Spawn lets go at the count of four. The ref gets in Spawn's face and Spawn throws his arms up saying he didn't do anything with a smirk on his face. This gives Blackman time to recover a little but before he can get to his feet, Spawn clubs him across the back, then he hits him with a hard axe handle across the spine. Blackman back down and Spawn starts to shove Blackman's face with the bottom of his boot. The crowd boos more now, and Blackman's face is starting to go red...}
Phil Latio: What disrespect shown here by Gravespawn...
Don Chuckles: Why should he repect him? What has he done to earn Gravespawn or anybody else's respect for that matter? Gravespawn is toying with him now!
Phil Latio: Steve Blackman looks like he's getting a little angry, Don...
Don Chuckles: So let him be mad! It doesn't a make a damn difference! Gravespawn is the man in this match and any other match!
{Gravespawn continues to push Blackman's face with his boot. Blackman has had enough and lets out a warrior-type roar. He gets up and Gravespawn looks at him with a confused and amused look on his face. Blackman's foot explodes out from his body and connects with Gravespawn's jaw...}
Phil Latio: Oh my! What a super kick from Steve Blackman! And Blackman's pissed off!
Don Chuckles: Get away, Gravespawn! Go!
{Blackman starts to drops forearms to stomach of a downed Gravespawn. Blackman then pulls Gravespawn up and hits a belly to belly suplex as the crowd starts to get on his side. Blackman then locks in a triangle hold...}
Phil Latio: Remember that not only is Steve Blackman well known for his martial arts skill... He's also a submissions expert!
Don Chuckles:Come, Gravespawn! Get to the ropes!
{Spawn struggles to break out but Blackman has it cinched in tight. But Spawn flips over and gets up close to Blackman and starts to sock him in the face forcing Blackman to break the hold. Blackman gets up shaking the cob webs out and Spawn gets up shaking his arm. Then Gravespawn attacks Blackman with lightning speed, dropping him with a vicious big boot. Spawn goes foe the cover after an "OHHH!" from the crowd...}
Don: That's it! He's done!
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Don Chuckles:What!?
Phil Latio: You were saying, Don?
{Gravespawn has Blackman up and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts him up and drops him hard, but he doesn't let go. He swings his legs and drags Blackman back up and hits another suplex. Then he does it one more time. Spawn covers Blackman once again...
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Spawn pulls a groggy Blackman up and pushes him to the ropes and whips him off. Blackman comes back and Spawn goes for another big boot, but Blackman ducks it and spins around. Spawn turns around and Blackman grabs him tight and flips him over with a northern lights suplex. Blackman bridges for the pin...
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Blackman back up quickly and Spawn gets up and Blackman jumps up and hits Spawn square in the face with a drop kick. Spawn is down and Blackman starts to slowly climb the turnbuckle. he waits to Spawn to get up then leaps off going for a chop from the top but this time Gravespawn connects with a big boot out of mid air. The crowd "OHHH's" big time and show their approval for a the display...}
Phil Latio: That move came out of nowhere! Both men are down for the time being...
Don Chuckles: Stalker, I mean Gravespawn is started to move!
Phil Latio: Gravespawn with the cover! It's gotta be over!
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Phil Latio: Blackman won't give up! He won't let his comeback end like this! What a man!
Don Chuckles: Come on, Gravespawn, you idiot! Finish him!
{Gravespawn pulls Blackman up and grabs him by the head, he then spins and drops him with a Roll the Dice...}
Phil Latio: Journey's Close! That'll end it right there!
Don Chuckles: There we go, Gravespawn! That's better! Now just cover him and we can go on with our lives without Steve Blackman...
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Phil Latio: Foot on the ropes! Blackman got his foot on the bottom rope!
Don Chuckles: Aw, COME ON!
Gravespawn drags Steve back to his feet, but as he drags him to his feet Steve Blackman connects with a quick elbow to the gut of Gravespawn. Stunned, Gravespawn staggers backwards a bit while black man twirls around and connects with a Pump Kick Steve goes for the cover!
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*Commercial*
[/Center]A person from the crowd wearing a baseball cap starts clapping his hands . He uncovers and we see that it's Beno
Beno starts to make his way down threw the crowd towards the front, and just as he get's to the barrier "Written In the Stars" By Tiny Tempah blares over the titantron and Christian Knight come barging out from the curtains and makes his way down the ramp with a microphone in hand. He makes his way up to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring, he glares at Beno who stops dead in his tracks, but just as he was about to say something "No Chance" blares over the titantron and out comes Vince McMahon strunting out to the arena. He stops in front of the titantron and lifts the microphone to his lips
Vince McMahon: Now wait just a second there Christian. I've come out here to weigh in on the decision that you made last week. Now we all know that you second week here in Thy you made a controversal decision and that decision was to to suspend the Knights. Well I will agree that decision may be justified, the knights bring in higher rating, and that's not to mention that we actually need the knights here, as suspending that amount of pilling takes away valuable slots that we need to fill when it comes to our weekly shows on Monday Night Raw. I'm going to have to ask you Knight, that we need to bring this supsension to an end and come up with an alternative Consequences for the Knights other then suspending them.
Christian Knight glares at Vince McMahon. Vince slowly just turns away and exits the from the arena. Christian Knight then turns his attentions over towards Beno which is now climbing over the barrier and looking back at Knight from outside the ring.
Christian Knight: Don't look at me with that stupid smirk on your face Beno. You think that this is a victory for you Beno, I think not.
Beno: Please, Knight. I'm all ears, because we all know your first attempt to get rid of us worked out so well.
Christian Knight: Beno. Beno, my friend. Your so wrong. I mean after all, when the knights first signed there name on there contracts to become a professional wrestler here in thy, they became employees right. Employees that belong to this company in which Vince, as so we just seen, put me in charge. Contracted Employees to do as I see fit. Well supsension out the window now. So then what's the next thing I can do. Well seeing on how your all contracted employees, and I oversee everyone's scedule, how about this. How about I go ahead and pencil into my little scedule here.
Christian Knight pulls out a pen and a not pad
Christian Knight: Ahh, there we go. My scedule.
Note to self. Next week on raw. It'll be a triple threat. Yeah that sounds good. What do you think Beno? A triple threat?
Beno: Why the hell do I care about what you do Knight.
Christian Knight: My dear, Beno. Why does it concern you? You mean you don't know? Next week you'll get to witness the greatest match of them all, and that's when I put the Knights into a triple threat against each other. So how about that then Beno. You said you hated weak links, when you got rid of Barton and Brian Gunn. Now's your perfect opportunity to find out who else is a weak link.
The scene then fades to black as Beno's smirk quickly fades into a frown and he starts yelling uncoherently back at Knight
sorry
