Post by Vince McMahon on May 15, 2013 20:45:49 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents: Monday Night Raw
Date: 13 May 2013
Venue: Amway Center in Orlando, Florida
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The last show before Oppression, anything could happen...
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"Playing the Saint" by Digital Summer echoes throughout the arena, and boos are rained down upon the superstar. Troy walks from the back, his face stretched with a cocky smile. He walks down the ramp, occasionally interacting with the fans. He gets to the ring, and stands at the apron for a second to look around the arena. He slides in, stands up, and hits the turnbuckle, doing a pose and flipping off some fans. He gets back down, and awaits his opponent.
"Hammer Time" blares over the loud speakers. Sir Lucious Left Foot 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 awaits for his opponent. The Referee then singles for the bell to get the match underway.
Ding…Ding…Ding…
At the sound of the bell, neither man wastes any time and both athletes advance to the center of the ring at roughly the same pace. At the appropriate distance, they both lunge forward and find themselves in a collar and elbow grapple, battling for strength. It’s quickly established that Troy Motor has the power advantage, using his superior size and strength to force Leftfoot backwards into the corner, where he immediately releases the hold and opens up on his trapped foe, raining down with powerful blows in the corner. As each fist makes contact with Leftfoot, his survival instinct grows stronger and he places his left boot on the bottom turnbuckle pad and launches forwards, hitting Troy with a shoulder block right in the ribcage. Troy Motor is forced to stop the attack as he bends over in pain, giving Leftfoot an opening. He takes it, charging forward and performing an impactful bulldog on Troy Motor. Troy holds his forehead in the spot where it bounced off of the canvas and leaves his legs sprawled out and exposed for Leftfoot, who stomps away like a man possessed, trying to eliminate Troy’s vertical base in the most painful way possible. Leftfoot manages to connect with several thrusts of his right boot before Troy pulls in his legs and rolls out of the way to the ropes, which he uses to pull himself back to his feet.
Leftfoot begins to take control once again with a sweet right hook, dazing Troy so he can perform an Irish whip. Troy comes thundering back at Leftfoot, who judges him to be moving fast enough for a back body drop and he bends over for it, but Troy has him scouted and he uses his momentum to land a facebuster against his knee, sending Leftfoot to the mat, gripping his face in pain. Troy quickly drops to his knees and covers Leftfoot, but he can only get a one and three quarters count before Luscious kicks out and jumps back to his feet and ducks underneath a Troy clothesline before hitting one of his own, sending Troy all the way to the outside! Troy lands on his feet and checks his bottom lip for traces of blood, but it’s dry. Troy rolls underneath the bottom rope to pick up the frantic pace once again. Leftfoot catches Troy on his way up to his feet and catches him with a couple of well placed right hands, but Troy rides it out and hits back when he finds his footing. Leftfoot recoils to the center of the ring and the two exchange blows there for a moment before a Troy connects with haymaker that sends Leftfoot falling back against the ropes, but he uses the momentum to come back with a clothesline, which Troy ducks underneath. Leftfoot hits the other set of ropes and can’t react to Troy Motor in time and finds himself the victim of a powerslam right in the center of the ring. Troy Motor covers. The referee then slides in for the pinfall.
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Leftfoot kicks out and Troy picks him up roughly and lifts Leftfoot for a scoop slam, but the Luscious Leftfoot finds a way behind Troy’s shoulder and he hits a chop block to Troy’s left knee, which he had been stomping on earlier. Try crumples to the mat, and Leftfoot slithers over like a snake and clamps on a seated sleeper hold. Leftfoot keeps the hold on tightly for long enough that Troy has gone woozy and is reaching around for the ropes even though he’s in the center of the ring. Leftfoot has a sinister grin on his face as he leans back but keeps his knee planted into Troy’s back, digging in the knee while he increases the pressure. Troy looks to be fading, but his stubborn, iron will refuses to let his body quit and years upon years of giving and taking punishment have given him the mental strength to push all the fatigue and pain to the corner of his mind and focus on getting out. Troy grits his teeth and uses all of his power to stand back up. Leftfoot is slightly panicked by this and jumps on Hunter’s back, hooking his legs so there will be no escape. Troy stumbles around the ring briefly, but he doesn’t have clarity of mind to get to the ropes and just as he looks to be faltering, Leftfoot leans over his shoulder, relishing in Troy’s plight. Troy sees this and his instinct drops him back down into a seated position and he hits a jawbreaker on the mounted Leftfoot, breaking his hold and perhaps his jaw. Leftfoot grips and rubs at the sore spot furiously while Troy recovers, but as he notices Troy Motor moving to get up, the pain only serves to fuel Leftfoot with more aggression.
Troy Motor is kneeling as Leftfoot reaches him and clubs him to the back, sending a loud slap across the arena. Leftfoot does it again, then again and as he raises an arm for another hammer blow to the back, Troy jabs Leftfoot in the gut and as his opponent recoils, Troy opens up on him, hitting shot after shot to the abdomen of Sir Luscious Leftfoot until he’s standing once more and in control of the match. Troy H leaves Leftfoot in a daze and hits the ropes to the rear and uses the momentum knock Leftfoot to the canvas with a powerful high knee. Leftfoot pops back up from the mat almost involuntarily into Troy’s waiting arms and Troy Motor tosses Leftfoot all the way out of the ring, sending him flying backwards and against the barricade, sending the crowd into a roaring frenzy. Once Leftfoot has recovered, he lies on the ground in shoc. Leftfoot upper lip twitches with Soul Rage and he forces himself to his feet and says something that’s not coherent to a fan in the front row, who looks quite taken aback before sliding back into the ring, where Troy Moror is waiting for him. As Leftfoot finds his footing a wild brawl breaks out, with each man going shot for shot, hitting harder with each thrust of the arm. Troy lands a hard blow to the side of Leftfoot’s skull, who decides to lunge forward with the point of his elbow rather then with a fist and he drives it into the face of Troy, who holds his nose in pain. Troy is momentarily exposed, but that’s all it takes and Leftfoot hooks the head of Troy and forces it downwards, hitting a big DDT. Troy Motor squirms in pain as Leftfoot reaches towards him and lifts him back up, but as he lifts him back up Troy connects with a lowblow and straight punches Leftfoot in the face sending him dazes with blood trickling down his nose. Troy Motor swoops in for a quick DDT of his own that connects and send Leftfoot down to the canvas and is quick with a cradle pin. The referee goes for the cover.
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Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we will determine the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship! Blade "The Future" LaVigne will try to earn himself another shot at the title, and Dan Hellman will try his damndest to get a shot at his second Intercontinental Championship reign...
Don: It doesn't matter who wins this match, Latio... The Bastard ain't losing that title at Oppression!
{Dan Hellman's music hits and he comes out to a small reaction, more on the negative side...}
Phil: Hellman still has a few fans out there who remember him. He is a Thy WWE Original after all!
Don: Yeah, but the majority of them just don't care. Dan Hellman hasn't done anything here in Thy WWE since losing the IC Title to Sheamus way back in the day.
Phil: Well, he's hoping to change that here tonight, and he has all the tools to be able to pull off that task.
{Hellman walks down the ramp and enters the ring waiting for his opponent...}
Phil: His first obstacle... This man...
{"Bleed for me" plays. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view. He cocks a smirk and walks onto the stage. With his hands on his hips, Blade scans the arena, taking it all in. Blade makes his way down the ramp, high fiving the fans on his down. Blade makes it to the ring and slides in. Blade walks to the top right turnbuckle and hops onto it. He throws his arms in the air and cocks a grin. His theme song fades as he drops down and waits for the match to begin.}
Phil: Blade LaVigne, the self proclaimed future of Thy WWE... He says he's the only cure that Thy WWE has for the Knight's reign of terror, and I am a firm believer of that, Don. This man has love for Thy WWE running through his veins. He has really given these fans somebody to cheer for.
Don: No way, Latio... We need don't need a cure! Why fix what isn't broken?
{Both men stand across from each other as the crowd cheers for Blade. He smirks and points to the crowd while showing Dan a cocky grin. Dan doesn't seem bothered by it though, and looks ready to go at it. All of a sudden "Terror" by The Virus hits and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Joey the Bastard walks out from the back carrying his IC Title over his shoulder and wearing his bear skin robe. He's also carrying his jewel encrusted goblet containing who knows what...}
Phil: Wait a minute! He's not scheduled to be out here! Things just picked up big time!
Don: Thank you Sir Bastard! The ratings are gonna fly through the roof for this match now that The Bastard has decided to save us from another bore fest...
Phil: I understand that Joey is the champion, and has a keen interest in the outcome of this match, but I hope he isn't a factor...
{The Bastard laughs at the crowd and at both men in the ring as they look a little surprised. JTB walks down the ramp taunting the fans at ringside. He doesn't get in the ring, though. Instead he heads straight for the announce table...}
Phil: Well it seems as if the Intercontinental Champion will be joining us on commentary...
Don: What a treat!
{The Bastard grabs a head set and puts it on. He sits down at the table and kicks his feet up on the table...}
JTB: What's up, ladies?
{Blade looks at JTB from inside the ring, shaking his head a little bit...}
JTB: Hey, don't look at me... You got an opponent to worry about, man!
{Dan Hellman quickly attacks Blade from behind and the ref calls for the bell...}
DING DING DING
Phil: Well, thanks for joining us out here for this match... It should be a good one!
JTB: Yeah, if you like lower midcarders then sure...
{Hellman starts to connect with Blade up against the ropes with some stiff shots to the midsection...}
JTB: You guys have any idea on how many viewers that I saved this company by coming out here?
Don: I can imagine! Thanks for doing us all a favor by coming out here, JTB.
{Phil shakes his head as Dan Hellman now has Blade in the corner. He Irish whips Blade in to the opposite corner and follows after him. Blade leaps up and over Dan as Dan goes for an attack. Dan turns around and is met by a beautiful drop kick from Blade to the delight of the crowd...}
Phil: What a great drop kick that man has in his repertoire!
JTB: Mine's better...
Phil: Well, that's a matter of opinion, but Blade now has Dan on...
JTB: No, Latio... It's a matter of fact. Mr. Chuckles agrees with me, don't you, Donny?
Don: With out a doubt! Who needs The Future when we have the present right here sitting with us in Joey the Bastard? Blade ain't even the future... The Bastard is!
JTB: Well said, my man... Well said.
{Blade knocks Dan down with a clothesline but Dan gets back up again. Dan goes for one of his own but Blade ducks under and grabs Dan, lifting him up and dropping him on his knee with an atomic drop. Dan grabs his tail bone in pain then turns around, attempting another clothesline. Again, Blade ducks under, this time grabbing Dan's head and twisting it, dropping Dan with a swinging neck breaker. The crowd cheers and the ref moves in to position as Blade goes for a cover...
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Kickout.}
Phil: A lot on the line in the match, and Dan Hellman won't go down with out a fight.
JTB: Pfft... Whatever dude. Dan Hellman is a joke. Blade's a joke for not being able to put him away in the first thirty seconds! How Dan Hellman was able to win this IC belt baffles my mind. What was the competition like in Thy WWE back then? Jobbers winning high profile championships? Who did he beat for the title? Creambeard? I'll tell you right now that if The Bastard was around Thy WWE back then, Dan Hellman would have never won this belt. Thy WWE Original, my ass! I'm more of an original than Dan Hellman can even dream of being!
Phil: Well, the records book will show...
Don: Screw the record books, Latio! Don't you ever question The Bastard! He's the IC Champion! Treat him with the respect that he and his fellow Knights deserve!
JTB: Thanks, Donny, I knew you'd have my back out here tonight.
{Blade has Dan up again and whips him in to the ropes. Dan bounces off and Blade charges going for a big boot, but Dan ducks, bounces off the ropes again and Blade catches him and flip him over with a huge t-bone suplex. Dan hits hard and rolls out of the ring as the crowd starts to chant for Blade...}
JTB: Listen to these idiots... Don't they know that need dn't need to be saved? The Knights are the best thing to ever happen to this place!
Phil: They respect that man because of what he represents to this business. The blood, sweat and tears that he has shed while coming up and becoming a true Thy WWE superstar!
JTB: You guys through that term around so much... Thy WWE superstar. So, you're telling me that Dan Hellman is considered a superstar as well, right?
Phil: A Thy WWE superstar, yes.
JTB: That's a crock. The only Thy WWE superstar that we have out here right now is Joey the Bastard!
Don: Yeah, Latio, you moron!
{Dan gathers himself outside the ring as Blade bounces off the ropes and attempts a baseball slide. Dan dodges at the last second and jabs Blade in the throat. Blade gasps for air as Dan grabs Blade and slams him in to the barricade. The crowd begins to boo as Dan chokes Blade up against the barricade with his boot. The ref slowly starts the ten count...}
JTB: Uh oh... Dan Hellman is fixing to get... Hardcore! Hahaha! We better watch out!
{Dan gets Blade to his feet and lights him up with a sharp knife edge chop to the chest...}
JTB: WOO!
{Followed by another...}
JTB: WOO!
{And another...}
JTB: WOO!
{Then Dan whips Blade shoulder first in the steel steps with a loud crash...}
JTB: Oh my God! Look at the sheer brutality of this man! Oh, wait... That's your line, isn't it, Latio?
{Phil ignores JTB has Dan Hellman grabs Blade and slams him spine first in to the apron. The ref reaches eight as Dan rolls Blade in to the ring and follows. Dan goes for a cover...
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Dan pulls Blade up and snaps him over on to his rear end with a snap mare and quickly locks on a tight sleeper hold....}
JTB: Oh great, a rest hold... They're that tired already?
Phil: Dan Hellman is trying to wear Blade LaVigne down.
{The crowd starts to get behind Blade as he struggles to escape the sleeper hold. Dan shakes his head but Blade seems to be coming back. He starts to shake and gets to one knee. Then he gets to two feet and starts to shakes his fists as the crowd roars...}
JTB: Yay! Blade! YAY! You can do it, Blade! You're my hero!
Don: Haha!
{Blade starts to connect with elbows to the gut. He backs Dan into the ropes and shoots Dan off. Dan bounces off the srops and Blade leap frogs. Dan off again and Blade goes for a back body drop. Dan kicks Blade in the face, though. Then he connects the to gut of Blade with a strong thrust kick. Blade bends forward in pain and Dan Hellman grabs his head and spikes him with an amazing DDT...}
JTB: NICE!
Phil: Oh my, what a DDT! Hellman going for the cover now!
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Dan gets up and pleads with the ref for a second but the ref won't have any of it...}
JTB: TWO!
{Dan hears The Bastard and turns his attention to him, yelling at him that is was three...}
JTB: It was two, bro! You're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want this...
{The Bastard holds up his IC Title while taking a swig from his jewel encrusted goblet. Dan stares at the title for a second then turns around. Blade is getting back to his feet and Hellman charges, connecting with Blade's jaw with a wicked big boot as the crowd OHHHs. Blade looks to be out like a light.}
Phil: Hellman has him here!
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Phil: I thought it was over, Don!
Don: I was wishing for it to be over.
Phil: You can't count Blade LaVigne out just yet!
JTB: Yeah, maybe so, but The Knights have taken notice to him. Before, it was smooth sailing for Blade LaVigne... Not anymore... We have our eye on him now...
Don: Who do you want to win this match, JTB?
JTB: Well, considering the fact that neither of them actually deserve at shot at me... Hellman sucks, and Blade already had his shot... I'd have to say that I hope both of them injure each other so that I don't have to face either of them... But, that's not very likely, and has funny as that would be, it doesn't really matter who wins this match. I'm walking out of Oppression the champion. Who do I think will win this match? That one is obvious... Blade LaVigne. I can shit talk him all night, but the fact of the matter is that, sure, he's a great competitor... He's a great wrestler... Dan Hellman is not... And I'm better!
{Hellman has Blade set up, and lifts him up, hitting the Hellman Suplex...
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Phil: Blade kicked out! He kicked out of Hellman's finishing move!
JTB: Whoop-dee-doo! It's just a frickin' suplex! Anybody will kick out of a suplex. Big deal!
{Hellman is in shock.}
JTB: What? What do you mean he kicked out a regular vertical suplex? That never happens! Dumbass...
{Hellman then grabs Blade's legs...}
Phil: Looks like Hellman is going to put this one away with the Hell's Lock!
JTB: Oh, you mean the Sharpshooter? The move that my brother Bret The Hitman Hart uses to dispose of his opponents? Just for that, I hope Blade pins him... How dare he disrespect The Hitman like that... that's gimmick infringement!
{Hellman goes to lock it in, but Blade grabs his head and rolls him up...
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Don: That was close, JTB!
JTB: Sure was, Don... What will either of these men have to do to come out with the victory?
Phil: Alright, guys, let me...
JTB & Don: Shut up, Latio!
{Hellman back up and Blade is almost up. Hellman attacks with rights and lefts across Blade's back. Then Hellman grabs Blade by the throat for a chokeslam. He lifts him up and Blade reverses it in to an arm drag. Dan back up and Blade lifts him up on to his shoulders, and flips him around hitting a devastating F-5...}
JTB: Jesus... That came out of nowhere...
Phil: And both men are down! Blade has this match won! He just needs to cover Dan Hellman!
{Blade crawls over finally and drapes his arm over Hellman's chest...
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Phil: HOW THE HELL?
JTB: Too much time! Too much time to cover!
Don: Get up, Hellman, you idiot!
{Blade pulls Hellman up and sets him up for a powerbomb. JTB stands up at the announce table and yells at Blade...}
JTB: Hey, Blade! Hey, Mr. Future!
{Blades turns his attention to JTB...}
JTB: YOU SUCK!
{Blade chuckles and turns so he is facing JTB. Then he lifts Hellman up and drops him a giant sit down powerbomb, and follows up with a cover while staring in to the Bastard's eyes...}
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DING DING DING
Phil: Blade LaVigne has done it! He gets a shot at the title at Oppression!
Don: Doesn't matter, Latio!
JTB: Yeah, whatever...
{Hellman rolls out of the ring and JTB leaves the announce table. The Bastard walks up the ramp with his title and jewel encrusted goblet and enters the ring. Blade stands tall in the ring as the fans go berserk. JTB walks up to him and they stare each other down. The bastard takes a sips from his goblet then splashes the contents of the goblet in Blade's face. JTB laughs as Blade wipes his face nodding his head. JTB holds the IC Title above his head while wagging his tongue. Blade wipes more off of his face then lunges at The Bastard, taking him down with a double leg take down. The crowd goes nuts as both men hammer away on each other while rolling around the ring. The ref tries to separate the two and eventually succeeds. Blade looks at the ref for a split second and JTB charges with the title. But Blade ducks and then clothesline JTB out of the ring and crashing to the floor. Blade grabs the IC Title and poses with it as the crowd roars in approval. JTB screams "Give that back! That's mine!" Blade tosses him the IC Title, and JTB clutches it while he crawls up the ramp backwards staring daggers at Blade LaVigne who is in the ring laughing, and playing up the crowd. Then Blade grabs the jewel encrusted goblet which JTB dropped in the ring during the brawl. JTB yells "Yeah, that's mine, too. Pass it up!" Blade goes to throw it The Bastard then throws it on the mat and starts to stomp it much to the dismay of The Bastard. A few of the jewels break off and the goblet starts to bend as Blade stomps away at it. JTB looks on in horror and yells "My jewel encrusted goblet! NO! NOOOO!" Blade then kicks the goblet out of the ring at The Bastard. JTB scurries over it and grabs it, checking out the damage. His face fills with anger as he stares back in to the ring at Blade while walking back wards up the ramp, clutching his IC Title. JTB screams "YOU'RE DEAD!" as Blade and the fans all laugh at him. The show fades to commercial with Blade standing tall in the ring engaged in a stare down with JTB at the top of the ramp...}
After a impressive match by both Blade Lavigne and Dan Hellman, across the PA system was "Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch blasting through the airwaves and upon the sounds being made you could see Kurt Orton with AJ by his side just staring down the ring along with him.
They both point to the ring and begin walking slowly towards it and making it somehow like prey, AJ climbs the steps now with Kurt's gentlemen-ish assistance and waits for him to finish taunting to the crowd which most likely boos him almost out of the arena.
AJ stands in the corner quietly as Kurt sits down in the Indian position with a microphone in hand while the crowd boos him lightly.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
For the past three and a half years, i've seen the biggest wins, biggest losses and most shocking things all happen right here in this very ring because Thy WWE is where the elite such as The Undertaker, Alex Kendall, Austin Starr and Ken Walker all come to show-off their mysterious ways to the people in this arena that pay good hard-earned money to see the best of the best show blood, sweat and tears... and I feel absolutely dis-respected about it!
The crowd boos him a lot louder as the quietness of his wife begins to turn into anger for the disrespect they show for her husband, Kurt chuckles at AJ's cute scowl before speaking.
Disrespected that I have done all these things and have challenged guys way high above the mountains, hell guys that can see God looking down on them and say "You actually have talent" when i've almost died for this profession! Disrespected that I have to go through jobber after jobber just to get recognition around here and disrespected that I have struggled my whole career only to earn two of the three biggest titles in this company and no one dares give me a shot... because they are too scared, too occupied on their own time to see what greatness really is!
You see Greatness does not come in the form of Beno or some underdog like Blade Lavigne who's rusty and can't get the damn job done... your looking in all directions from north and south to east and west at the best next to his tag team partner and that's me! A Prodigy, A living, breathing, walking embodiment of what all these past stars and even future stars could become!
Orton takes a deep breath now as AJ begins to scream at the crowd, telling them all to be quiet and he tells her to be quiet as well while he stands up firmly, getting ready to speak on the next topic.
Everyone out here knows that on sunday is Opression where we have Bob Cena going against Bret Hart in a Last Man Standing match and while that's taking place... Sheamus you and me have a challenge I want to make official right now that is match we have will be a street fight, no rules, no dq and anything goes because after your stunt you pulled a few weeks ago with my wife... you turned me into a monster that I didn't want to become.
Now without further delays ladies and gentlemen... allow me to introduce to you, Thy WWE Hall of Famer The "Celtic Warrior" Sheamus!
The crowd begins to cheer loudly in anticipation of the confrontation, eagerly awaiting Sheamus' appearance. No music however plays over the sound system, and no video comes on the titantron, and nobody comes out from back behind the stage. The crowd begins to die down, and simply buzzes in confusion. Kurt and AJ begin to discuss what could possibly be going on, looking very irritated. After a long minute, Sheamus finally comes out, still no music playing. The crowd volume picks back up again and begins to roar in approval as Sheamus walks down the ramp, steel chair in hand. Orton moves AJ behind him, assuming a protective position. Sheamus slides into the ring, and someone from ringside hands him a microphone. Sheamus and Orton stare at eachother, Orton's face a mask of anger, and Sheamus' face appearing to be stoic, no expression whatsoever. He raises the microphone to his mouth.
Sheamus: I accept.
The first words heard from Sheamus in a long time, and the crowd simply eats it up, yelling in pleasure to see the in ring return of the Celtic Warrior. He lets the crowd die down, then speaks once more, and shoves the chair into Orton's hands.
Sheamus: You have one free shot fella, and you better make it count.
Orton and AJ exchange a confused look, and Sheamus sits there simply staring at Orton, who holds the chair but does not make a move.
Sheamus: Unless of course, you are a coward. Your wife there has more balls than you do-
Orton's rage boils over as Sheamus mentions AJ, and he yells out, having snapped, and jabs the chair into the ribs of Sheamus. He doubles over, and Orton hits him on the back, causing him to fall to the mat. He begins to drive the edge of the chair multiple times into Sheamus' torso, then throws the chair out of the ring. Sheamus holds his ribs in pain, as Orton slides backwards a few steps. Sheamus coughs, and gets slowly to his feet, only to be nailed by a brutal spear that knocks Sheamus out cold as his head snaps back onto the canvas. Orton stands over the motionless body of Sheamus and yells at him, raising his arms in the air victoriously. The crowd boos loudly, angry and confused at what just happened. The camera fades to black and we go to a commercial break.
Raw comes back from a commercial break. Demmie and Amelie are in the ring as the ref checks them both and he calls for the bell. Straight on the off Demmie takes out Amelie with a running close line. Demmie jumps to her feet and starts to stomp her boot to the gut of Amelie. Amelie grabs her boot and she twists Demmie’s ankle and makes her fall to the mat. Amelie now has Demmie in an ankle lock in the middle of the ring.*
Don Chuckles – “This could be over already.”
Phil Latio – “Don’t ever count out Demmie until the bell rings.”
*Demmie rolls under Amelie and throws her into the ropes. Demmie stands up grasping her ankle. Amelie runs over and starts to stomp on the injured ankle. She drags Demmie over to a bottom rope and she raises Demmie’s ankle onto the rope and Amelie jumps up and lands her body onto the middle of the ankle. Demmie rolls round the ring in agony. Amelie picks up demmie and she lifts her up for a snap suplex and goes for a quick pin.*
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*Demmie just manages to get out of the count. Amelie drags demmie by the hair to the ropes and she hangs her over the middle rope. Amelie runs to the opposite side and runs back and lands on the back of Demmie crushing her between the rope and herself. Demmie falls out of the ring as Amelie plays to the crowds BOO’s. From the top of the ramp JTB appears and he runs to check if Demmie is ok. He helps her up and gives her some words of encouragement before helping her into the ring. The ref allows Demmie to enter the ring and keeps Amelie at bay until Demmie is ready.JTB Makes his way back to the backstage area. The ref allows Amelie free and she goes on the attack, Luckily Demmie is ready for it and she moves out of the way and Amelie runs straight into the turnbuckle and Demmie rolls her up for a pin.*
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*Demmie jumps to her feet still with a slight wobble due to her injured ankle. She climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Amelie to get to her feet and she flying crossbody’s her straight back to the mat. Demmie the rolls straight off her opponent and she bounces off the ropes while Amelie stands up and Demmie runs back at her and delivers a Bulldog.*
Don Chuckles – “Demmie is back on the offensive.”
Phil Latio – “See I told you so.”
*Demmie now picks up Amelie and DDT’s her to the mat and the crowd start to get behind their TV Champion Demmi pins Amelie.
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DING DING DING!
Phil Latio: A great matchup we have here tonight, Bret the Hitman Hart facing off against the Prodigy, Kurt Orton
Don Chuckles: The Hitman will be taking on Orton's tag partner POT at Oppression, and he has a chance to make a statement here tonight
Phil Latio: Like the statement Orton made earlier against Sheamus, gaining momentum going into their match. If he can beat Bret Hart here tonight, it will only grow. You can see his confidence in his every movement
Bret and Kurt begin to circle eachother around the ring, small jabs and lunges being made, each man getting a feel for the distance with their own respective reaches, not engaging quite yet.
Phil Latio: So, who do you give the edge to in this matchup Don?
Don Chuckles: Definitely Orton, as you said, him laying out Sheamus earlier is a huge boost to his morale, and I don't think the older Hitman can keep up with this young speed demon
Phil Latio: That may be true, but Bret Hart is a legend and veteran of the business, his vast experience and technical prowess may prove the difference here. It will come down to who sets the pace
Kurt Orton smirks at Bret, then simply walks up to him, his arms out wide, as if challenging him, not having a care in the world, fearless. Hart responds with a stiff punch to the jaw, and then another. Orton staggers backwards around the ring, with the Hitman in hot pursuit, hitting him with heavy blows. He grabs a hold of Orton and headbutts him, making him go sprawling to the ground. The Prodigy gets to his feet, but Bret grabs him in a side headlock and leads him to the ropes, dragging his face across the top rope.
Phil Latio: Alot of fire here early from the Hitman
Don Chuckles: Orton got a bit too cocky there, a mistake you cannot use against someone like Bret
Bret tosses Kurt out of the ring, and slides out. He delivers a few more punches, then grabs him by the head and tosses him into the guardrail. He brings him back to the ring, tossing him in. Kurt tries to get to his feet, but as he is rising Bret slides in and drops down with a forward elbow to the back of the neck. Bret brings Kurt to his feet, but Orton reaches out and rakes the eyes of the Hitman, and he recoils, covering his face in pain. Orton siezes the moment, gets behind Bret and drops him with a neckbreaker. Orton brings Bret to his feet, and grabs his hair, taking him over to the corner and smashing his face into the turnbuckle.
Phil Latio: Quite a physical matchup here tonight
Don Chuckles: I don't think anyone expected the match to play out like this so far, both men are just having at it
Orton grabs Hart by the arm and irish whips him across the ring to the other turnbuckle. Orton runs forward and leaps into Bret with a nasty superman punch that catches him square on the chin, causing him to drop to his knees. Orton picks him up and launches back towards the other turnbuckle, and charges again. As he begins to charge, Bret runs forward a few steps and drops Orton in his tracks with a forearm to the face. Before Orton can fall Bret grabs Orton's head, pulls it down, and performs a textbook verticle suplex, and goes for the cover.
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TWO!
Kickout!
The Hitman brings Orton to his feet and whips him to the ropes, and swings with a clothesline as Orton comes off the rebound, but he ducks, bounces off the other side, and catches Hart with a spinning heel kick, followed by a jumping elbow drop after he hits the ground. Orton brings Hart to his feet, and spins him around, attempting to hook his arms around his waist, but Bret sidesteps, intertwines his leg with Kurt's, hooks his arm around his head, and takes Orton down with a Russian leg sweep. Both men get to their feet, Orton swings with a punch, and Bret ducks, slipping behind him, and hits a german suplex with a bridging pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Phil Latio: Bret Hart showing his technical prowess here
Don Chuckles: Orton needs to stop playing by Bret's rules if he wants to win, and do what he does best. It is no easy task to outwrestle the Hitman
Bret brings Orton to his feet again, but Orton quickly sidesteps and takes Bret down with a snapmare, and he follows it up with a chinlock on the seated Bret Hart. He applies pressure, but Bret works his way to his feet, slips behind Orton, and lifts him up for a back suplex. Orton kicks his feet into the air, and manages to use the momentum to push himself forward, slamming Hart's face into the canvas with a bulldog. Kurt backs up a few steps and waits for Bret to get to his feet, and just as he does Orton nails him with a superkick, sending Bret staggering backwards and falling through the ropes to the outside.
Bret drags himself up, getting his arms onto the ring apron trying to pull himself up, but Orton is there, running full speed and knocking Bret back with a baseball slide kick, sending him thudding into the announcers table. Orton leaps up and springboards himself off the top ropes as Bret gets up, but Bret moves out of the way.
Phil Latio: This is going to end badly!
Don Chuckles: Move out of the way!
Don and Phil slide their chairs away, but surprisingly Orton manages to catch himself, landing feet first onto the table which does not break. Orton takes a quick look back then leaps backwards with an elbow that crashes into Bret Hart. Both men lay on the outside for a moment, but Orton, who used Bret to cushion his fall, picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Bret begins to climb to his feet, his body in severe pain, but his fighting spirit willing his body to continue. Orton runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and leaps into the air.
Don Chuckles: Orton going for the Quick Impact DDT!
Phil Latio: What a counter!
Just as Orton is about to drop down with the DDT, Bret hooks his hands under the back of Kurt's kneecaps, and pulls, slamming Kurt down with a thunderous spinebuster. Still holding the legs, Bret steps one through, crosses them, and flips Orton over, locking in his ever so famous submission.
Phil Latio: Orton's caught in the sharpshooter!
Don Chuckles: Brilliant instincts by the Hitman there, and it is locked in tight! The Prodigy is in trouble
Kurt screams out as the nerves in his body begin to explode with agonizing pain. His hand hovers above the mat, his body telling him to give in, anything to make this excruciating pain stop.
Phil Latio: He's going to tap!
Orton's hand turns into a fist as he grits his teeth. Bret yells out, pulling back even harder, trying to finish his opponent off as he has so many men in the past with this move.
Don Chuckles: He's going to break him in half!
Orton begins to claw his way to the ropes, his hands desperately reaching, getting closer and closer to his salvation. Just inches away, inches away from the relief of the pain and the bitter taste of defeat. Just need to make one last lunge....
Phil Latio: So close!
Don Chuckles: He's going to- oh man, now he has no choice but to tap
Bret drags Orton back to the center of the ring, and quickly reapplies the tight grip. Orton's vision begins to swim, his eyes glazed over as all the lights of the arena, the faces of the fans, begin to swim around into an undefineable blur. He cannot give up, he cannot lose...but the world around him begins to fade to black.
Phil Latio: I think he's out!
Don Chuckles: He lasted longer than most men would, but he finally succumbed to the pain.
The referee looks at Orton, and grabs his arm, raising it into the air, and letting it drop.
ONE!
AJ begins to yell words of encouragement at Orton, trying to show support and give him strength
TWO!
Don Chuckles: Good night Orton
THR-
The voice of his loved one seems to jar him from his state, his mind snapping back to reality, a second wind, a rush of adreanaline and anger taking over his senses. Orton uses one last burst of energy, thrusting his legs forward and sending Hart stumbling forward, the hold broken.
Don Chuckles: Amazing!
Orton gets to his feet on wobbly legs, barely able to stand
Phil Latio: I think the damage has been done, he has speghetti legs! He can't fight like that
Hart runs and bounces off the ropes towards Orton who looks ready to topple over. The referee checks on Orton to see if he can continue or if he needs medical attention. Orton lunges himself forward as Hart comes close, nailing him with a spear, and taking out the referee in the process Hart's momentum works against him as he crumples to the canvas, but Orton lays beside him, too spent to cover him.
Don Chuckles: The referee is down!
Phil Latio: I don't think Orton would be able to pin him anyways
Both men lay there in an immense amount of pain from the grueling match, both men giving their all. The crowd suddenly begins to cheer loudly, and the camera pans to see Sheamus walking down the ramp to the ring, holding his ribs from the earlier assault from Orton.
Don Chuckles: Sheamus? What is he doing here? He looks in no shape to be getting involved. Back for revenge on a beaten man, what a coward!
Phil Latio: Who knows what he is up to, but listen to the fans, they like it
Don Chuckles: He has a pipe! Orton is in big trouble
Sheamus climbs into the ring, steel pipe in hand. Both men are slowly getting to their feet, and Sheamus drops the pipe down infront of Orton, then simply leaves the ring, and heads back up the ramp, still holding his ribs. Orton picks up the pipe, looking at it, then Sheamus, back and forth, a look of confusion on his face. As Bret gets to his feet, Orton shrugs and clocks Bret right on the head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Orton tosses the pipe out of the ring, and wearily lays down ontop of Bret, as the referee slowly comes around, making the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
Don Chuckles: What a matchup, both men giving their all, but I really don't understand what just happened here
Phil Latio: I don't get it either, why would Sheamus help Orton, especially after everything that has happened lately?
Don Chuckles: Who knows, but it should make for an interesting matchup for Oppression
Kurt Orton celebrates with AJ as we head to a commercial break
Coming back from the prior commercial break we can see Beno already inside of the ring. The champion looks up first at the triple cage hanging above the ring and then up towards the entrance way. For the first time in ages we can see what looks like apprehension on the face of the World Champion. Beno hands the referee the World Title and then starts to hop around, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Swag-A-Licious. Last time we seen his partner Sir Luscious Leftfoot almost pull off the upset of a lifetime and defeat Beno, will the champ let himself get pushed this far again? Or will we see Beno send a message to Knight via Swag-A-Licious? The same soulful funk blasts out over the speakers and we see Swag-A-Licious moon walk out onto the stage. The fans cheer for the erratic performer who proceeds to slap his own ass twice before showing a glimpse of the infamous brown underpants. Swag then runs down to /the ring and slides inside. As Swag slides inside, Beno shoves the referee aside and pounces; once Swag stands up he gets caught flush on the chin with a big boot. The impact spins Swag around and he falls face first down to the mat. Beno drops down and rolls Swag over onto his stomach and hooks the leg—1…2…3
That doesn’t appear to be all though as Beno looks up at the ceiling and orders the triple cage to be lowered! What the hell? Once it clamps down over the ring we see Beno put Swag under and lift him up in the air. Using Swag’s sweat bottoms to get some extra oomph, we see Beno plant Swag into the mat with an elevated Beno Bomb. Swag lands in a slump and Beno walks over to a corner and grabs a microphone that was placed there.
Beno: Christian, Christian, Christian…
Where do I start?
In a matter of six short nights Christian, you and I will be locked inside of this ominous structure. In a matter of six short nights Christian, one of our lives will be changed forever. Either I will finally stake my place amongst the truly great champions of Thy’s history, or you will finally get that moment of absolution that you have been driving yourself insane trying to obtain.
You may not believe it Christian, but I know what you’re going through.
I know what it’s like to have a ravenous, insatiable desire to meet that one career defining moment. You feel like your identity is embedded in that accomplishment Christian.
Beno starts to climb the first ladder slowly, taking only moments to get himself up to the second level of the cage before starting to speak once again.
Beno: Christian the question I have for you is a simple one friend, what happens if you lose? You see Christian, if I lose, you become the new Thy WWE World Champion, you will have unsettled the bad guy. You will finally have attained that one career altering moment that has eluded you up until now. But Christian, what happens if you lose?
Have you given that any thought?
What happens if Christian Knight loses?
What happens if all this talk we’ve heard from you turns out to be nothing more than talk?
Beno starts to climb up to the third layer, and then to the very top of the cage. Standing tall, nearly forty feet above the arena, we see Beno pause for a moment before starting to speak again. But “Written In The Stars” blasts out and we see General Manager Knight walk out slowly onto the stage and lock eyes with Beno who is standing tall on top of the cage. Knight is wearing the same headset microphone he was wearing last week.
Christian Knight: What happens Beno?
What happens if I lose?
….
Beno I can’t lose, it’s as simple as that.
Our story has one ending Beno, only one ending that can happen, and that is me defeating you to win the World Title.
Beno: It’s not as easy as you’re making it out to be friend.
Christian Knight: This Sunday at Oppression Beno, it all comes to an end, one way or another….
Beno: You know something Christian, I had you all wrong. This title, my allegiance with the Knights, your position as General Manager, they’re all intangibles that say we are supposed to be enemies. But brother I know that in another life, if the stars were to have aligned differently, I would have looked at you as an ally, a friend even.
Win,lose, or draw Christian—neither of us will ever be the same after this Sunday.
The show comes to an end with Beno and General Manager Knight nodding to each other slowly and somberly.
SHOW ENDS[/center]
Date: 13 May 2013
Venue: Amway Center in Orlando, Florida
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The last show before Oppression, anything could happen...
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Match 1: Sir Luscious Leftfoot vs. Troy Motor
"Playing the Saint" by Digital Summer echoes throughout the arena, and boos are rained down upon the superstar. Troy walks from the back, his face stretched with a cocky smile. He walks down the ramp, occasionally interacting with the fans. He gets to the ring, and stands at the apron for a second to look around the arena. He slides in, stands up, and hits the turnbuckle, doing a pose and flipping off some fans. He gets back down, and awaits his opponent.
"Hammer Time" blares over the loud speakers. Sir Lucious Left Foot 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 awaits for his opponent. The Referee then singles for the bell to get the match underway.
Ding…Ding…Ding…
At the sound of the bell, neither man wastes any time and both athletes advance to the center of the ring at roughly the same pace. At the appropriate distance, they both lunge forward and find themselves in a collar and elbow grapple, battling for strength. It’s quickly established that Troy Motor has the power advantage, using his superior size and strength to force Leftfoot backwards into the corner, where he immediately releases the hold and opens up on his trapped foe, raining down with powerful blows in the corner. As each fist makes contact with Leftfoot, his survival instinct grows stronger and he places his left boot on the bottom turnbuckle pad and launches forwards, hitting Troy with a shoulder block right in the ribcage. Troy Motor is forced to stop the attack as he bends over in pain, giving Leftfoot an opening. He takes it, charging forward and performing an impactful bulldog on Troy Motor. Troy holds his forehead in the spot where it bounced off of the canvas and leaves his legs sprawled out and exposed for Leftfoot, who stomps away like a man possessed, trying to eliminate Troy’s vertical base in the most painful way possible. Leftfoot manages to connect with several thrusts of his right boot before Troy pulls in his legs and rolls out of the way to the ropes, which he uses to pull himself back to his feet.
Leftfoot begins to take control once again with a sweet right hook, dazing Troy so he can perform an Irish whip. Troy comes thundering back at Leftfoot, who judges him to be moving fast enough for a back body drop and he bends over for it, but Troy has him scouted and he uses his momentum to land a facebuster against his knee, sending Leftfoot to the mat, gripping his face in pain. Troy quickly drops to his knees and covers Leftfoot, but he can only get a one and three quarters count before Luscious kicks out and jumps back to his feet and ducks underneath a Troy clothesline before hitting one of his own, sending Troy all the way to the outside! Troy lands on his feet and checks his bottom lip for traces of blood, but it’s dry. Troy rolls underneath the bottom rope to pick up the frantic pace once again. Leftfoot catches Troy on his way up to his feet and catches him with a couple of well placed right hands, but Troy rides it out and hits back when he finds his footing. Leftfoot recoils to the center of the ring and the two exchange blows there for a moment before a Troy connects with haymaker that sends Leftfoot falling back against the ropes, but he uses the momentum to come back with a clothesline, which Troy ducks underneath. Leftfoot hits the other set of ropes and can’t react to Troy Motor in time and finds himself the victim of a powerslam right in the center of the ring. Troy Motor covers. The referee then slides in for the pinfall.
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Troy Motor is kneeling as Leftfoot reaches him and clubs him to the back, sending a loud slap across the arena. Leftfoot does it again, then again and as he raises an arm for another hammer blow to the back, Troy jabs Leftfoot in the gut and as his opponent recoils, Troy opens up on him, hitting shot after shot to the abdomen of Sir Luscious Leftfoot until he’s standing once more and in control of the match. Troy H leaves Leftfoot in a daze and hits the ropes to the rear and uses the momentum knock Leftfoot to the canvas with a powerful high knee. Leftfoot pops back up from the mat almost involuntarily into Troy’s waiting arms and Troy Motor tosses Leftfoot all the way out of the ring, sending him flying backwards and against the barricade, sending the crowd into a roaring frenzy. Once Leftfoot has recovered, he lies on the ground in shoc. Leftfoot upper lip twitches with Soul Rage and he forces himself to his feet and says something that’s not coherent to a fan in the front row, who looks quite taken aback before sliding back into the ring, where Troy Moror is waiting for him. As Leftfoot finds his footing a wild brawl breaks out, with each man going shot for shot, hitting harder with each thrust of the arm. Troy lands a hard blow to the side of Leftfoot’s skull, who decides to lunge forward with the point of his elbow rather then with a fist and he drives it into the face of Troy, who holds his nose in pain. Troy is momentarily exposed, but that’s all it takes and Leftfoot hooks the head of Troy and forces it downwards, hitting a big DDT. Troy Motor squirms in pain as Leftfoot reaches towards him and lifts him back up, but as he lifts him back up Troy connects with a lowblow and straight punches Leftfoot in the face sending him dazes with blood trickling down his nose. Troy Motor swoops in for a quick DDT of his own that connects and send Leftfoot down to the canvas and is quick with a cradle pin. The referee goes for the cover.
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Winner:Troy Motor
Match 2: "The Future" Blade Lavigne vs. Dan Hellman
(Winner faces JTB at Oppression for the IC Title)
(Winner faces JTB at Oppression for the IC Title)
Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we will determine the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship! Blade "The Future" LaVigne will try to earn himself another shot at the title, and Dan Hellman will try his damndest to get a shot at his second Intercontinental Championship reign...
Don: It doesn't matter who wins this match, Latio... The Bastard ain't losing that title at Oppression!
{Dan Hellman's music hits and he comes out to a small reaction, more on the negative side...}
Phil: Hellman still has a few fans out there who remember him. He is a Thy WWE Original after all!
Don: Yeah, but the majority of them just don't care. Dan Hellman hasn't done anything here in Thy WWE since losing the IC Title to Sheamus way back in the day.
Phil: Well, he's hoping to change that here tonight, and he has all the tools to be able to pull off that task.
{Hellman walks down the ramp and enters the ring waiting for his opponent...}
Phil: His first obstacle... This man...
{"Bleed for me" plays. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view. He cocks a smirk and walks onto the stage. With his hands on his hips, Blade scans the arena, taking it all in. Blade makes his way down the ramp, high fiving the fans on his down. Blade makes it to the ring and slides in. Blade walks to the top right turnbuckle and hops onto it. He throws his arms in the air and cocks a grin. His theme song fades as he drops down and waits for the match to begin.}
Phil: Blade LaVigne, the self proclaimed future of Thy WWE... He says he's the only cure that Thy WWE has for the Knight's reign of terror, and I am a firm believer of that, Don. This man has love for Thy WWE running through his veins. He has really given these fans somebody to cheer for.
Don: No way, Latio... We need don't need a cure! Why fix what isn't broken?
{Both men stand across from each other as the crowd cheers for Blade. He smirks and points to the crowd while showing Dan a cocky grin. Dan doesn't seem bothered by it though, and looks ready to go at it. All of a sudden "Terror" by The Virus hits and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Joey the Bastard walks out from the back carrying his IC Title over his shoulder and wearing his bear skin robe. He's also carrying his jewel encrusted goblet containing who knows what...}
Phil: Wait a minute! He's not scheduled to be out here! Things just picked up big time!
Don: Thank you Sir Bastard! The ratings are gonna fly through the roof for this match now that The Bastard has decided to save us from another bore fest...
Phil: I understand that Joey is the champion, and has a keen interest in the outcome of this match, but I hope he isn't a factor...
{The Bastard laughs at the crowd and at both men in the ring as they look a little surprised. JTB walks down the ramp taunting the fans at ringside. He doesn't get in the ring, though. Instead he heads straight for the announce table...}
Phil: Well it seems as if the Intercontinental Champion will be joining us on commentary...
Don: What a treat!
{The Bastard grabs a head set and puts it on. He sits down at the table and kicks his feet up on the table...}
JTB: What's up, ladies?
{Blade looks at JTB from inside the ring, shaking his head a little bit...}
JTB: Hey, don't look at me... You got an opponent to worry about, man!
{Dan Hellman quickly attacks Blade from behind and the ref calls for the bell...}
DING DING DING
Phil: Well, thanks for joining us out here for this match... It should be a good one!
JTB: Yeah, if you like lower midcarders then sure...
{Hellman starts to connect with Blade up against the ropes with some stiff shots to the midsection...}
JTB: You guys have any idea on how many viewers that I saved this company by coming out here?
Don: I can imagine! Thanks for doing us all a favor by coming out here, JTB.
{Phil shakes his head as Dan Hellman now has Blade in the corner. He Irish whips Blade in to the opposite corner and follows after him. Blade leaps up and over Dan as Dan goes for an attack. Dan turns around and is met by a beautiful drop kick from Blade to the delight of the crowd...}
Phil: What a great drop kick that man has in his repertoire!
JTB: Mine's better...
Phil: Well, that's a matter of opinion, but Blade now has Dan on...
JTB: No, Latio... It's a matter of fact. Mr. Chuckles agrees with me, don't you, Donny?
Don: With out a doubt! Who needs The Future when we have the present right here sitting with us in Joey the Bastard? Blade ain't even the future... The Bastard is!
JTB: Well said, my man... Well said.
{Blade knocks Dan down with a clothesline but Dan gets back up again. Dan goes for one of his own but Blade ducks under and grabs Dan, lifting him up and dropping him on his knee with an atomic drop. Dan grabs his tail bone in pain then turns around, attempting another clothesline. Again, Blade ducks under, this time grabbing Dan's head and twisting it, dropping Dan with a swinging neck breaker. The crowd cheers and the ref moves in to position as Blade goes for a cover...
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Kickout.}
Phil: A lot on the line in the match, and Dan Hellman won't go down with out a fight.
JTB: Pfft... Whatever dude. Dan Hellman is a joke. Blade's a joke for not being able to put him away in the first thirty seconds! How Dan Hellman was able to win this IC belt baffles my mind. What was the competition like in Thy WWE back then? Jobbers winning high profile championships? Who did he beat for the title? Creambeard? I'll tell you right now that if The Bastard was around Thy WWE back then, Dan Hellman would have never won this belt. Thy WWE Original, my ass! I'm more of an original than Dan Hellman can even dream of being!
Phil: Well, the records book will show...
Don: Screw the record books, Latio! Don't you ever question The Bastard! He's the IC Champion! Treat him with the respect that he and his fellow Knights deserve!
JTB: Thanks, Donny, I knew you'd have my back out here tonight.
{Blade has Dan up again and whips him in to the ropes. Dan bounces off and Blade charges going for a big boot, but Dan ducks, bounces off the ropes again and Blade catches him and flip him over with a huge t-bone suplex. Dan hits hard and rolls out of the ring as the crowd starts to chant for Blade...}
JTB: Listen to these idiots... Don't they know that need dn't need to be saved? The Knights are the best thing to ever happen to this place!
Phil: They respect that man because of what he represents to this business. The blood, sweat and tears that he has shed while coming up and becoming a true Thy WWE superstar!
JTB: You guys through that term around so much... Thy WWE superstar. So, you're telling me that Dan Hellman is considered a superstar as well, right?
Phil: A Thy WWE superstar, yes.
JTB: That's a crock. The only Thy WWE superstar that we have out here right now is Joey the Bastard!
Don: Yeah, Latio, you moron!
{Dan gathers himself outside the ring as Blade bounces off the ropes and attempts a baseball slide. Dan dodges at the last second and jabs Blade in the throat. Blade gasps for air as Dan grabs Blade and slams him in to the barricade. The crowd begins to boo as Dan chokes Blade up against the barricade with his boot. The ref slowly starts the ten count...}
JTB: Uh oh... Dan Hellman is fixing to get... Hardcore! Hahaha! We better watch out!
{Dan gets Blade to his feet and lights him up with a sharp knife edge chop to the chest...}
JTB: WOO!
{Followed by another...}
JTB: WOO!
{And another...}
JTB: WOO!
{Then Dan whips Blade shoulder first in the steel steps with a loud crash...}
JTB: Oh my God! Look at the sheer brutality of this man! Oh, wait... That's your line, isn't it, Latio?
{Phil ignores JTB has Dan Hellman grabs Blade and slams him spine first in to the apron. The ref reaches eight as Dan rolls Blade in to the ring and follows. Dan goes for a cover...
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Dan pulls Blade up and snaps him over on to his rear end with a snap mare and quickly locks on a tight sleeper hold....}
JTB: Oh great, a rest hold... They're that tired already?
Phil: Dan Hellman is trying to wear Blade LaVigne down.
{The crowd starts to get behind Blade as he struggles to escape the sleeper hold. Dan shakes his head but Blade seems to be coming back. He starts to shake and gets to one knee. Then he gets to two feet and starts to shakes his fists as the crowd roars...}
JTB: Yay! Blade! YAY! You can do it, Blade! You're my hero!
Don: Haha!
{Blade starts to connect with elbows to the gut. He backs Dan into the ropes and shoots Dan off. Dan bounces off the srops and Blade leap frogs. Dan off again and Blade goes for a back body drop. Dan kicks Blade in the face, though. Then he connects the to gut of Blade with a strong thrust kick. Blade bends forward in pain and Dan Hellman grabs his head and spikes him with an amazing DDT...}
JTB: NICE!
Phil: Oh my, what a DDT! Hellman going for the cover now!
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Dan gets up and pleads with the ref for a second but the ref won't have any of it...}
JTB: TWO!
{Dan hears The Bastard and turns his attention to him, yelling at him that is was three...}
JTB: It was two, bro! You're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want this...
{The Bastard holds up his IC Title while taking a swig from his jewel encrusted goblet. Dan stares at the title for a second then turns around. Blade is getting back to his feet and Hellman charges, connecting with Blade's jaw with a wicked big boot as the crowd OHHHs. Blade looks to be out like a light.}
Phil: Hellman has him here!
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Phil: I thought it was over, Don!
Don: I was wishing for it to be over.
Phil: You can't count Blade LaVigne out just yet!
JTB: Yeah, maybe so, but The Knights have taken notice to him. Before, it was smooth sailing for Blade LaVigne... Not anymore... We have our eye on him now...
Don: Who do you want to win this match, JTB?
JTB: Well, considering the fact that neither of them actually deserve at shot at me... Hellman sucks, and Blade already had his shot... I'd have to say that I hope both of them injure each other so that I don't have to face either of them... But, that's not very likely, and has funny as that would be, it doesn't really matter who wins this match. I'm walking out of Oppression the champion. Who do I think will win this match? That one is obvious... Blade LaVigne. I can shit talk him all night, but the fact of the matter is that, sure, he's a great competitor... He's a great wrestler... Dan Hellman is not... And I'm better!
{Hellman has Blade set up, and lifts him up, hitting the Hellman Suplex...
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Phil: Blade kicked out! He kicked out of Hellman's finishing move!
JTB: Whoop-dee-doo! It's just a frickin' suplex! Anybody will kick out of a suplex. Big deal!
{Hellman is in shock.}
JTB: What? What do you mean he kicked out a regular vertical suplex? That never happens! Dumbass...
{Hellman then grabs Blade's legs...}
Phil: Looks like Hellman is going to put this one away with the Hell's Lock!
JTB: Oh, you mean the Sharpshooter? The move that my brother Bret The Hitman Hart uses to dispose of his opponents? Just for that, I hope Blade pins him... How dare he disrespect The Hitman like that... that's gimmick infringement!
{Hellman goes to lock it in, but Blade grabs his head and rolls him up...
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Don: That was close, JTB!
JTB: Sure was, Don... What will either of these men have to do to come out with the victory?
Phil: Alright, guys, let me...
JTB & Don: Shut up, Latio!
{Hellman back up and Blade is almost up. Hellman attacks with rights and lefts across Blade's back. Then Hellman grabs Blade by the throat for a chokeslam. He lifts him up and Blade reverses it in to an arm drag. Dan back up and Blade lifts him up on to his shoulders, and flips him around hitting a devastating F-5...}
JTB: Jesus... That came out of nowhere...
Phil: And both men are down! Blade has this match won! He just needs to cover Dan Hellman!
{Blade crawls over finally and drapes his arm over Hellman's chest...
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Phil: HOW THE HELL?
JTB: Too much time! Too much time to cover!
Don: Get up, Hellman, you idiot!
{Blade pulls Hellman up and sets him up for a powerbomb. JTB stands up at the announce table and yells at Blade...}
JTB: Hey, Blade! Hey, Mr. Future!
{Blades turns his attention to JTB...}
JTB: YOU SUCK!
{Blade chuckles and turns so he is facing JTB. Then he lifts Hellman up and drops him a giant sit down powerbomb, and follows up with a cover while staring in to the Bastard's eyes...}
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Phil: Blade LaVigne has done it! He gets a shot at the title at Oppression!
Don: Doesn't matter, Latio!
JTB: Yeah, whatever...
Winner: Blade LaVigne
{Hellman rolls out of the ring and JTB leaves the announce table. The Bastard walks up the ramp with his title and jewel encrusted goblet and enters the ring. Blade stands tall in the ring as the fans go berserk. JTB walks up to him and they stare each other down. The bastard takes a sips from his goblet then splashes the contents of the goblet in Blade's face. JTB laughs as Blade wipes his face nodding his head. JTB holds the IC Title above his head while wagging his tongue. Blade wipes more off of his face then lunges at The Bastard, taking him down with a double leg take down. The crowd goes nuts as both men hammer away on each other while rolling around the ring. The ref tries to separate the two and eventually succeeds. Blade looks at the ref for a split second and JTB charges with the title. But Blade ducks and then clothesline JTB out of the ring and crashing to the floor. Blade grabs the IC Title and poses with it as the crowd roars in approval. JTB screams "Give that back! That's mine!" Blade tosses him the IC Title, and JTB clutches it while he crawls up the ramp backwards staring daggers at Blade LaVigne who is in the ring laughing, and playing up the crowd. Then Blade grabs the jewel encrusted goblet which JTB dropped in the ring during the brawl. JTB yells "Yeah, that's mine, too. Pass it up!" Blade goes to throw it The Bastard then throws it on the mat and starts to stomp it much to the dismay of The Bastard. A few of the jewels break off and the goblet starts to bend as Blade stomps away at it. JTB looks on in horror and yells "My jewel encrusted goblet! NO! NOOOO!" Blade then kicks the goblet out of the ring at The Bastard. JTB scurries over it and grabs it, checking out the damage. His face fills with anger as he stares back in to the ring at Blade while walking back wards up the ramp, clutching his IC Title. JTB screams "YOU'RE DEAD!" as Blade and the fans all laugh at him. The show fades to commercial with Blade standing tall in the ring engaged in a stare down with JTB at the top of the ramp...}
After a impressive match by both Blade Lavigne and Dan Hellman, across the PA system was "Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch blasting through the airwaves and upon the sounds being made you could see Kurt Orton with AJ by his side just staring down the ring along with him.
They both point to the ring and begin walking slowly towards it and making it somehow like prey, AJ climbs the steps now with Kurt's gentlemen-ish assistance and waits for him to finish taunting to the crowd which most likely boos him almost out of the arena.
AJ stands in the corner quietly as Kurt sits down in the Indian position with a microphone in hand while the crowd boos him lightly.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
For the past three and a half years, i've seen the biggest wins, biggest losses and most shocking things all happen right here in this very ring because Thy WWE is where the elite such as The Undertaker, Alex Kendall, Austin Starr and Ken Walker all come to show-off their mysterious ways to the people in this arena that pay good hard-earned money to see the best of the best show blood, sweat and tears... and I feel absolutely dis-respected about it!
The crowd boos him a lot louder as the quietness of his wife begins to turn into anger for the disrespect they show for her husband, Kurt chuckles at AJ's cute scowl before speaking.
Disrespected that I have done all these things and have challenged guys way high above the mountains, hell guys that can see God looking down on them and say "You actually have talent" when i've almost died for this profession! Disrespected that I have to go through jobber after jobber just to get recognition around here and disrespected that I have struggled my whole career only to earn two of the three biggest titles in this company and no one dares give me a shot... because they are too scared, too occupied on their own time to see what greatness really is!
You see Greatness does not come in the form of Beno or some underdog like Blade Lavigne who's rusty and can't get the damn job done... your looking in all directions from north and south to east and west at the best next to his tag team partner and that's me! A Prodigy, A living, breathing, walking embodiment of what all these past stars and even future stars could become!
Orton takes a deep breath now as AJ begins to scream at the crowd, telling them all to be quiet and he tells her to be quiet as well while he stands up firmly, getting ready to speak on the next topic.
Everyone out here knows that on sunday is Opression where we have Bob Cena going against Bret Hart in a Last Man Standing match and while that's taking place... Sheamus you and me have a challenge I want to make official right now that is match we have will be a street fight, no rules, no dq and anything goes because after your stunt you pulled a few weeks ago with my wife... you turned me into a monster that I didn't want to become.
Now without further delays ladies and gentlemen... allow me to introduce to you, Thy WWE Hall of Famer The "Celtic Warrior" Sheamus!
The crowd begins to cheer loudly in anticipation of the confrontation, eagerly awaiting Sheamus' appearance. No music however plays over the sound system, and no video comes on the titantron, and nobody comes out from back behind the stage. The crowd begins to die down, and simply buzzes in confusion. Kurt and AJ begin to discuss what could possibly be going on, looking very irritated. After a long minute, Sheamus finally comes out, still no music playing. The crowd volume picks back up again and begins to roar in approval as Sheamus walks down the ramp, steel chair in hand. Orton moves AJ behind him, assuming a protective position. Sheamus slides into the ring, and someone from ringside hands him a microphone. Sheamus and Orton stare at eachother, Orton's face a mask of anger, and Sheamus' face appearing to be stoic, no expression whatsoever. He raises the microphone to his mouth.
Sheamus: I accept.
The first words heard from Sheamus in a long time, and the crowd simply eats it up, yelling in pleasure to see the in ring return of the Celtic Warrior. He lets the crowd die down, then speaks once more, and shoves the chair into Orton's hands.
Sheamus: You have one free shot fella, and you better make it count.
Orton and AJ exchange a confused look, and Sheamus sits there simply staring at Orton, who holds the chair but does not make a move.
Sheamus: Unless of course, you are a coward. Your wife there has more balls than you do-
Orton's rage boils over as Sheamus mentions AJ, and he yells out, having snapped, and jabs the chair into the ribs of Sheamus. He doubles over, and Orton hits him on the back, causing him to fall to the mat. He begins to drive the edge of the chair multiple times into Sheamus' torso, then throws the chair out of the ring. Sheamus holds his ribs in pain, as Orton slides backwards a few steps. Sheamus coughs, and gets slowly to his feet, only to be nailed by a brutal spear that knocks Sheamus out cold as his head snaps back onto the canvas. Orton stands over the motionless body of Sheamus and yells at him, raising his arms in the air victoriously. The crowd boos loudly, angry and confused at what just happened. The camera fades to black and we go to a commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Match 3: Demmie Mae vs. Amelie Guerrero
Match 3: Demmie Mae vs. Amelie Guerrero
Raw comes back from a commercial break. Demmie and Amelie are in the ring as the ref checks them both and he calls for the bell. Straight on the off Demmie takes out Amelie with a running close line. Demmie jumps to her feet and starts to stomp her boot to the gut of Amelie. Amelie grabs her boot and she twists Demmie’s ankle and makes her fall to the mat. Amelie now has Demmie in an ankle lock in the middle of the ring.*
Don Chuckles – “This could be over already.”
Phil Latio – “Don’t ever count out Demmie until the bell rings.”
*Demmie rolls under Amelie and throws her into the ropes. Demmie stands up grasping her ankle. Amelie runs over and starts to stomp on the injured ankle. She drags Demmie over to a bottom rope and she raises Demmie’s ankle onto the rope and Amelie jumps up and lands her body onto the middle of the ankle. Demmie rolls round the ring in agony. Amelie picks up demmie and she lifts her up for a snap suplex and goes for a quick pin.*
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Don Chuckles – “Demmie is back on the offensive.”
Phil Latio – “See I told you so.”
*Demmie now picks up Amelie and DDT’s her to the mat and the crowd start to get behind their TV Champion Demmi pins Amelie.
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Winner: Demmie Mae!
Match 4: Bret Hart vs. "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton
DING DING DING!
Phil Latio: A great matchup we have here tonight, Bret the Hitman Hart facing off against the Prodigy, Kurt Orton
Don Chuckles: The Hitman will be taking on Orton's tag partner POT at Oppression, and he has a chance to make a statement here tonight
Phil Latio: Like the statement Orton made earlier against Sheamus, gaining momentum going into their match. If he can beat Bret Hart here tonight, it will only grow. You can see his confidence in his every movement
Bret and Kurt begin to circle eachother around the ring, small jabs and lunges being made, each man getting a feel for the distance with their own respective reaches, not engaging quite yet.
Phil Latio: So, who do you give the edge to in this matchup Don?
Don Chuckles: Definitely Orton, as you said, him laying out Sheamus earlier is a huge boost to his morale, and I don't think the older Hitman can keep up with this young speed demon
Phil Latio: That may be true, but Bret Hart is a legend and veteran of the business, his vast experience and technical prowess may prove the difference here. It will come down to who sets the pace
Kurt Orton smirks at Bret, then simply walks up to him, his arms out wide, as if challenging him, not having a care in the world, fearless. Hart responds with a stiff punch to the jaw, and then another. Orton staggers backwards around the ring, with the Hitman in hot pursuit, hitting him with heavy blows. He grabs a hold of Orton and headbutts him, making him go sprawling to the ground. The Prodigy gets to his feet, but Bret grabs him in a side headlock and leads him to the ropes, dragging his face across the top rope.
Phil Latio: Alot of fire here early from the Hitman
Don Chuckles: Orton got a bit too cocky there, a mistake you cannot use against someone like Bret
Bret tosses Kurt out of the ring, and slides out. He delivers a few more punches, then grabs him by the head and tosses him into the guardrail. He brings him back to the ring, tossing him in. Kurt tries to get to his feet, but as he is rising Bret slides in and drops down with a forward elbow to the back of the neck. Bret brings Kurt to his feet, but Orton reaches out and rakes the eyes of the Hitman, and he recoils, covering his face in pain. Orton siezes the moment, gets behind Bret and drops him with a neckbreaker. Orton brings Bret to his feet, and grabs his hair, taking him over to the corner and smashing his face into the turnbuckle.
Phil Latio: Quite a physical matchup here tonight
Don Chuckles: I don't think anyone expected the match to play out like this so far, both men are just having at it
Orton grabs Hart by the arm and irish whips him across the ring to the other turnbuckle. Orton runs forward and leaps into Bret with a nasty superman punch that catches him square on the chin, causing him to drop to his knees. Orton picks him up and launches back towards the other turnbuckle, and charges again. As he begins to charge, Bret runs forward a few steps and drops Orton in his tracks with a forearm to the face. Before Orton can fall Bret grabs Orton's head, pulls it down, and performs a textbook verticle suplex, and goes for the cover.
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Kickout!
The Hitman brings Orton to his feet and whips him to the ropes, and swings with a clothesline as Orton comes off the rebound, but he ducks, bounces off the other side, and catches Hart with a spinning heel kick, followed by a jumping elbow drop after he hits the ground. Orton brings Hart to his feet, and spins him around, attempting to hook his arms around his waist, but Bret sidesteps, intertwines his leg with Kurt's, hooks his arm around his head, and takes Orton down with a Russian leg sweep. Both men get to their feet, Orton swings with a punch, and Bret ducks, slipping behind him, and hits a german suplex with a bridging pin.
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Kickout!
Phil Latio: Bret Hart showing his technical prowess here
Don Chuckles: Orton needs to stop playing by Bret's rules if he wants to win, and do what he does best. It is no easy task to outwrestle the Hitman
Bret brings Orton to his feet again, but Orton quickly sidesteps and takes Bret down with a snapmare, and he follows it up with a chinlock on the seated Bret Hart. He applies pressure, but Bret works his way to his feet, slips behind Orton, and lifts him up for a back suplex. Orton kicks his feet into the air, and manages to use the momentum to push himself forward, slamming Hart's face into the canvas with a bulldog. Kurt backs up a few steps and waits for Bret to get to his feet, and just as he does Orton nails him with a superkick, sending Bret staggering backwards and falling through the ropes to the outside.
Bret drags himself up, getting his arms onto the ring apron trying to pull himself up, but Orton is there, running full speed and knocking Bret back with a baseball slide kick, sending him thudding into the announcers table. Orton leaps up and springboards himself off the top ropes as Bret gets up, but Bret moves out of the way.
Phil Latio: This is going to end badly!
Don Chuckles: Move out of the way!
Don and Phil slide their chairs away, but surprisingly Orton manages to catch himself, landing feet first onto the table which does not break. Orton takes a quick look back then leaps backwards with an elbow that crashes into Bret Hart. Both men lay on the outside for a moment, but Orton, who used Bret to cushion his fall, picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Bret begins to climb to his feet, his body in severe pain, but his fighting spirit willing his body to continue. Orton runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and leaps into the air.
Don Chuckles: Orton going for the Quick Impact DDT!
Phil Latio: What a counter!
Just as Orton is about to drop down with the DDT, Bret hooks his hands under the back of Kurt's kneecaps, and pulls, slamming Kurt down with a thunderous spinebuster. Still holding the legs, Bret steps one through, crosses them, and flips Orton over, locking in his ever so famous submission.
Phil Latio: Orton's caught in the sharpshooter!
Don Chuckles: Brilliant instincts by the Hitman there, and it is locked in tight! The Prodigy is in trouble
Kurt screams out as the nerves in his body begin to explode with agonizing pain. His hand hovers above the mat, his body telling him to give in, anything to make this excruciating pain stop.
Phil Latio: He's going to tap!
Orton's hand turns into a fist as he grits his teeth. Bret yells out, pulling back even harder, trying to finish his opponent off as he has so many men in the past with this move.
Don Chuckles: He's going to break him in half!
Orton begins to claw his way to the ropes, his hands desperately reaching, getting closer and closer to his salvation. Just inches away, inches away from the relief of the pain and the bitter taste of defeat. Just need to make one last lunge....
Phil Latio: So close!
Don Chuckles: He's going to- oh man, now he has no choice but to tap
Bret drags Orton back to the center of the ring, and quickly reapplies the tight grip. Orton's vision begins to swim, his eyes glazed over as all the lights of the arena, the faces of the fans, begin to swim around into an undefineable blur. He cannot give up, he cannot lose...but the world around him begins to fade to black.
Phil Latio: I think he's out!
Don Chuckles: He lasted longer than most men would, but he finally succumbed to the pain.
The referee looks at Orton, and grabs his arm, raising it into the air, and letting it drop.
ONE!
AJ begins to yell words of encouragement at Orton, trying to show support and give him strength
TWO!
Don Chuckles: Good night Orton
THR-
The voice of his loved one seems to jar him from his state, his mind snapping back to reality, a second wind, a rush of adreanaline and anger taking over his senses. Orton uses one last burst of energy, thrusting his legs forward and sending Hart stumbling forward, the hold broken.
Don Chuckles: Amazing!
Orton gets to his feet on wobbly legs, barely able to stand
Phil Latio: I think the damage has been done, he has speghetti legs! He can't fight like that
Hart runs and bounces off the ropes towards Orton who looks ready to topple over. The referee checks on Orton to see if he can continue or if he needs medical attention. Orton lunges himself forward as Hart comes close, nailing him with a spear, and taking out the referee in the process Hart's momentum works against him as he crumples to the canvas, but Orton lays beside him, too spent to cover him.
Don Chuckles: The referee is down!
Phil Latio: I don't think Orton would be able to pin him anyways
Both men lay there in an immense amount of pain from the grueling match, both men giving their all. The crowd suddenly begins to cheer loudly, and the camera pans to see Sheamus walking down the ramp to the ring, holding his ribs from the earlier assault from Orton.
Don Chuckles: Sheamus? What is he doing here? He looks in no shape to be getting involved. Back for revenge on a beaten man, what a coward!
Phil Latio: Who knows what he is up to, but listen to the fans, they like it
Don Chuckles: He has a pipe! Orton is in big trouble
Sheamus climbs into the ring, steel pipe in hand. Both men are slowly getting to their feet, and Sheamus drops the pipe down infront of Orton, then simply leaves the ring, and heads back up the ramp, still holding his ribs. Orton picks up the pipe, looking at it, then Sheamus, back and forth, a look of confusion on his face. As Bret gets to his feet, Orton shrugs and clocks Bret right on the head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Orton tosses the pipe out of the ring, and wearily lays down ontop of Bret, as the referee slowly comes around, making the count.
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DING DING DING!!
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, The Prodigy...Kurt Orton!
Don Chuckles: What a matchup, both men giving their all, but I really don't understand what just happened here
Phil Latio: I don't get it either, why would Sheamus help Orton, especially after everything that has happened lately?
Don Chuckles: Who knows, but it should make for an interesting matchup for Oppression
Kurt Orton celebrates with AJ as we head to a commercial break
Match 5: Beno vs. Mr. Swag-A-Licious
(Thy WWE World Title)
(Thy WWE World Title)
Coming back from the prior commercial break we can see Beno already inside of the ring. The champion looks up first at the triple cage hanging above the ring and then up towards the entrance way. For the first time in ages we can see what looks like apprehension on the face of the World Champion. Beno hands the referee the World Title and then starts to hop around, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Swag-A-Licious. Last time we seen his partner Sir Luscious Leftfoot almost pull off the upset of a lifetime and defeat Beno, will the champ let himself get pushed this far again? Or will we see Beno send a message to Knight via Swag-A-Licious? The same soulful funk blasts out over the speakers and we see Swag-A-Licious moon walk out onto the stage. The fans cheer for the erratic performer who proceeds to slap his own ass twice before showing a glimpse of the infamous brown underpants. Swag then runs down to /the ring and slides inside. As Swag slides inside, Beno shoves the referee aside and pounces; once Swag stands up he gets caught flush on the chin with a big boot. The impact spins Swag around and he falls face first down to the mat. Beno drops down and rolls Swag over onto his stomach and hooks the leg—1…2…3
Winner: Beno in 0:25 via Big Boot
That doesn’t appear to be all though as Beno looks up at the ceiling and orders the triple cage to be lowered! What the hell? Once it clamps down over the ring we see Beno put Swag under and lift him up in the air. Using Swag’s sweat bottoms to get some extra oomph, we see Beno plant Swag into the mat with an elevated Beno Bomb. Swag lands in a slump and Beno walks over to a corner and grabs a microphone that was placed there.
Beno: Christian, Christian, Christian…
Where do I start?
In a matter of six short nights Christian, you and I will be locked inside of this ominous structure. In a matter of six short nights Christian, one of our lives will be changed forever. Either I will finally stake my place amongst the truly great champions of Thy’s history, or you will finally get that moment of absolution that you have been driving yourself insane trying to obtain.
You may not believe it Christian, but I know what you’re going through.
I know what it’s like to have a ravenous, insatiable desire to meet that one career defining moment. You feel like your identity is embedded in that accomplishment Christian.
Beno starts to climb the first ladder slowly, taking only moments to get himself up to the second level of the cage before starting to speak once again.
Beno: Christian the question I have for you is a simple one friend, what happens if you lose? You see Christian, if I lose, you become the new Thy WWE World Champion, you will have unsettled the bad guy. You will finally have attained that one career altering moment that has eluded you up until now. But Christian, what happens if you lose?
Have you given that any thought?
What happens if Christian Knight loses?
What happens if all this talk we’ve heard from you turns out to be nothing more than talk?
Beno starts to climb up to the third layer, and then to the very top of the cage. Standing tall, nearly forty feet above the arena, we see Beno pause for a moment before starting to speak again. But “Written In The Stars” blasts out and we see General Manager Knight walk out slowly onto the stage and lock eyes with Beno who is standing tall on top of the cage. Knight is wearing the same headset microphone he was wearing last week.
Christian Knight: What happens Beno?
What happens if I lose?
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Beno I can’t lose, it’s as simple as that.
Our story has one ending Beno, only one ending that can happen, and that is me defeating you to win the World Title.
Beno: It’s not as easy as you’re making it out to be friend.
Christian Knight: This Sunday at Oppression Beno, it all comes to an end, one way or another….
Beno: You know something Christian, I had you all wrong. This title, my allegiance with the Knights, your position as General Manager, they’re all intangibles that say we are supposed to be enemies. But brother I know that in another life, if the stars were to have aligned differently, I would have looked at you as an ally, a friend even.
Win,lose, or draw Christian—neither of us will ever be the same after this Sunday.
The show comes to an end with Beno and General Manager Knight nodding to each other slowly and somberly.
SHOW ENDS[/center]
