Post by Vince McMahon on Jul 22, 2013 21:44:42 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents: Monday Night RAW 111
Saturday, 20th of July
Live from Los Angeles, California at the Staples Center
Saturday, 20th of July
Live from Los Angeles, California at the Staples Center
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Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW, we are live at the Staples Center and this is our 111th show! So exciting. And right next to me is my long time partner, Don Chuckles!
Don Chuckles: 111 Monday Night RAWs? Wow, and they keep getting better and better hey? But tonight, we have a special show, in a way.
Phil Latio: For sure, we will be announcing the first 2013 Hall of Fame inductee! I wonder who it might be Don!
Don Chuckles: Well, it has to be me Phil! Haha.
Phil Latio: Sure Don sure. But let's start the show!
Match One: Njord Huscarl vs Mascara de la Muerte
Badass by Reckless Love plays over the PA System as Mascara de la Muerte comes out and stands on the stage. Jumps around a little bit, goes to left, to right (think Rey Mysterio), plays with crowd. Then quickly runs towards ring, giving high fives to as many people in the crowd as possible. He then runs around the ring, high fiving people in the crowd, makes a full circle around the ring (just like Jack Evans in AAA). Then Mascara de la Muerte gets on ring apron, jumps over the top rope, making a flip, and into the ring. Then he jumps onto the corner and poses for the fans. After that, jumps off the corner and does some Irish Whips, waiting for his opponent. The cameras switch to the top of the ramp once more as the loud speakers stir to life and announce the approaching warrior with his iconic entrance music. Njord makes his way out of the back clad in his traditional garb, decked out in furs, chain mail shirt, and a large axe strapped to his back. As he makes his way down the ramp he unslings his great axe and plants it in a strategically placed block of hard wood with practiced ease. Finally as he gets to the ring he frees himself of his garb, placing it in a pile at the rings edge, and slips underneath the bottom rope. After entering the ring he sizes his opponent up, his large keen eyes looking for weaknesses, before giving an ever so slight nod and backing into his respective turnbuckle waiting for the fight to begin.
The Referee looks to Njord then to Mascara making sure they are both ready before calling for the bell as soon as the bell is rung the two men lock up with Njord taking the control quickly after grappling for a moment he gains the upper hand using a wrist lock before suplexing Mascara to the floor who without warning gets straight back up again. Leaving no chance for recovery Njord goes back on the offence by kicking him in the midsection before going for another grapple. Before Njord could do any more damage Mascara quickly slides through Njords legs jumping back to his feet and spinning heel kicking Njord to the ground. Njord who slams his hands to the mat looks annoyed as the fans start cheering Mascara, gets to his feet as the two then start to exchange blows to one another.
Causing the crowd to cheer then boo as Mascara hits a punch before Njord retaliates. The fans start getting to their feet chanting and cheering as Mascara gets the upper hand, he quickly catches Njords face with a fast roundhouse kick causing his to daze slightly as Mascara then climbs the turnbuckles. Attempting a springboard moonsault he misses as Njord catches him before northern suplexing him to the hard mat below. Not giving him any time to recover from the suplex Njord picks him up before pushing him up above his head walking over to the ropes and gorilla slamming him to the concrete floor below. Mascara who now is rolling in pain doesn’t respond to the fans screaming at him to get him up, Njord climbs to the opposite turnbuckles posing and taking great pride in the damage being dealt the smaller wrestler. The ref begins to count.
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Just before the ref calls for nine and whilst Njord still gloats to the fans about hurting their favourite, Mascara rolls under the ropes slowly but surely using them to help get to his feet. Catching a glimpse of Njord still on the top rope he runs and jumps up drop kicking Njord in the back causing him to fall down hard. Mascara who quick on his feet with adrenalin rushing through his body jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and within seconds has landed a 450 splash onto Njord who is now the one rolling in pain. Noticing both men down the ref begins to count once more.
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Mascara back on his feet stops the refs count as the fans rally behind their favourite of the match, Mascara pulls a very dazed Njord to his feet. Mascara then launches himself into the ropes and the runs straight back towards Njord who still in a dazed mind-set does not see Mascara. Mascara then manages his finisher the Running Corkscrew Thunder Driver before going for the pin.
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Winner of the Match: Mascara de la Muerte
The ref signals for the bell to be rung as Badass by Reckless Loves begins to play once more, Mascara then jumps up onto the turnbuckle screaming at the fans before posing and heading backstage leaving the still downed Njord in the middle of the ring.
Phil Latio: Great win for the newcomer Mascara de la Muerta! Wow that was a mouthful of a name!
Don Chuckles: It was a good match for sure Phil!
Phil Latio: Up next we have a triple threat, returning War Bringer and Dan Hellman will both be in the ring, and you can add Jesse Neal.
Don Chuckles: Should be a good one.
Match Two: Dan Hellman vs Jesse Neal vs The War Bringer
"Dan Hellman’s Music" blares over the loud speakers. Dan Hellman 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.
"Jesse Neal’s Music" 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 awaits for his opponent.
"The War Bringer’s Music" blares over the loud speakers. The War Bringer 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 singles for the bell.
Ding..Ding…Ding
The War Bringer charges towards Jesse Neal and charges him with a clothesline knocks him down to the canvas. Dan Hellman swoops in for some action and plows Jesse Neal with a quick elbow drop. The Warbringer creates a momentary truce as he delivers a quick elbow of his own. The two contestants heave Jessie Neal towards the top turnbuckle and the deliver a double top rope suplex that send crashing down in pain. Seething from the aftershock of the impact Jessie hold his back in pain. The two constants don’t let up as the pick him up and the both of them gather him up, lifting him sky high and power bombing him over the ropes and out of the ring with a devastating impact. The two contestants look back at each other with satisfaction as Jessie looks laid out. The War Bringer turns his attention towards Dan Hellman which to his surprise had launched a quick swift kick to his nuts. Dan Hellman steps back for a second time an launches the leg and sends it swooping in for the target. He hits The Warbringer’s Total package that makes him heave over in near tears. Dan Hellman then plants a quick implanted DDT to the canvas. Hellman goes to cover War Bringer but out of the blue, out of nowhere, Jesse Neal is back on his feet, he grabs Hellman whips him around. Neal kicks Hellman in the mid-section and connects with a Chokeslam!
Hellman is out. War Bringer is still down. Neal comes Hellman.
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Winner: Jesse Neal
Phil Latio: What a triple threat!
Don Chuckles: The War Bringer looked great, a long with Dan Hellman.
Phil Latio: Hellman and War Bringer looked really good for sure, I agree.
Don Chuckles: But Jesse Neal sneaks away with this victory tonight!
Phil Latio: Big win for Neal, he needed this win!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Match Three: K. Orton vs Demmie Mae
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Match Three: K. Orton vs Demmie Mae
RAW comes back from a commercial break to the fans cheering for Demmie who is in the ring playing to the fans. She hands over the TV title belt and it is handed to the time keeper at the side of the ring. The arena goes silent for a brief moment then suddenly
HIT!
THE!
SWITCH!
Steve Cruise: Ladies & Gentlemen this next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first accompanied by his wife AJ Orton, from Newark, NJ weighing in at 245 pounds... This is "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton!!!
"Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch blasts across the PA System as Kurt Orton walks out after the opening beat, AJ is by his side just shaking her head at the fans, Kurt keeps on walking down the ramp until he reaches the stairs.. he screams out "Screw the Peep Zone!" and enters the ring with a scowl on his face.
He does the classic pose letting the fans shower him with hate and after that, Orton sits in the corner as AJ claps while he waits for the referee to check both wrestlers over. He calls for the bell and the match gets under way. Dem and Kurt begin by circling the ring the second Dem gets to the corner by AJ, AJ jumps up and starts to shout abuse towards Dem. Dem turns and they both get into a shouting match. AJ goes to slap Dem but Dem ducks and AJ loses her balance and falls back to the floor. Dem now turns her attention back to Kurt. Dem starts to taunt Kurt into making the first move Kurt doesn’t take the bait instead he exits the ring and AJ joins him and they both start to walk up the ramp. The ref starts to shout to get them into the ring.
Don Chuckles – “What is Kurt up to?”
Phil Latio – “I don’t know but the fans are not happy”
The fans start to BOO as Kurt continues to walk backwards up the ramp. Dem is stood on the top turnbuckle screaming for Kurt to get back in the ring. Just as Kurt reaches the top of the ramp The Masked Wrestler appears from behind Kurt and the fans go wild. Kurt turns and he tries to punch the Masked Wrestler but he dodges the attack and grabs the arm of Kurt and twists it. The Masked Wrestler drags Kurt back to the ring all the while AJ is hitting the Masked Wrestler trying to get him to let go of Kurt. As they reach the ring the Masked Wrestler rolls Kurt back into the ring. Dem now goes straight onto the attack and lands a few boots to the chest of Kurt.
Don Chuckles – “It’s that Masked Man again!”
The Masked Wrestler has now started to walk back up the ramp receiving dirty looks from AJ. The Masked Wrestler stands and watches the match from the top of the ramp. Back in the ring Dem has Kurt I a corner laying kicks into the mid-section. She walks to the opposite side of the ring and she runs and jumps into the body of Kurt. Kurt drops to the mat and Dem plays to the crowd. AJ once again climbs the ring and shouts abuse at Dem again. Dem this time wastes now time and slaps AJ across the face. Kurt hears the slap and he watches his princess drop to the floor below Kurt goes berserk and he jumps to his feet. He runs to Dem and he scissor kicks Dem to the mat. Dem hits the mat with a mighty thud. Kurt picks up Dem and he scoop slams her right back to the mat. Kurt looks like a man possessed right now. The masked wrestler has made his way back down to the ring and is looking over AJ who is rolling around in pain. He helps her up and he walks her back up the ramp to the aid of a medic. Kurt notices what is going on and he jumps out of the ring to confront the masked wrestler. The two men stand face to face. What seems like a decade passes and the masked man points behind Kurt. Kurt turns around and Dem kicks Kurt in the gut and she DDT’s him to the ramp. Dem stands up and now she stare at the man. She shakes her head and she picks up Kurt and she takes him back to the ring and she rolls Kurt under the ropes and she follows him in. Dem picks up Kurt and she lands a couple slaps onto his face and then kicks him in the gut again. She runs to the ropes and she bounces back and cross-bobies Kurt to the mat. She goes for the cover.
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Winner of the Match: Demmie Mae!
Phil Latio: She did it! Demmie defeated former world champion K. Orton!
Don Chuckles: Look at K. Orton, he is so embarrassed!
Phil Latio: Demmie Mae has something to brag about now before walking into her title defense at Supremacy!
Don Chuckles: Watch out Jesse Neal! Haha.
Phil Latio: It is time to announce the first Thy WWE 2013 Hall of Fame inductee!
Everyone in the stadium begin to stair at the titiantron.
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Phil Latio: My god! It's Triple H!
Don Chuckles: Wow, the King of Kings as made the Hall of Fame!
Phil Latio: Now, he just needs a world title under his belt.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Profressor of Thuganomics and Joey the Bastard PPV Match Signing
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Profressor of Thuganomics and Joey the Bastard PPV Match Signing
Monday Night Raw comes back from a commercial break as we see ThyWWE interviewer Burris Troy standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. In front of him is a wood table with a black cloth over it, a contract in the middle of it and two black leather chairs either side of it, with a microphone on each chair.
Burris Troy:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the challenger to the Intercontinental Championship at Supremacy, the 'Professor of Thuganomics', Bob Cena.
The crowd give off a very heated reaction as 'Unorthodox' by Wretch 32 feat. Example blasts around the Staples Centre. Bob Cena emerges from behind the curtain with his back turned and his arms held out wide. Cena is wearing a black shirt which reads "Fuck Sports Entertainment" on the back, with a pair of camo shorts on. He spins around to face the crowd to reveal the front of his shirt reads "I'm A Pro Wrestling Guy". Alongside him walks his friend Crack, who is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up hoodie with a pair of grey Canterbury sweats.
The duo walk down the ramp conversing as the go. As they reach the bottom, Cena drops to his knees, looking down at the ground with a smirk on his face before bursting back up, "BEST IN THE WORLD!!!!!" Cena slides under the bottom rope, as the crowd gets louder with their boos. Cena takes a seat on one of the chairs, as Crack who has just climbed in to the ring via the steel steps, stands beside him.
Burris Troy:
Introducing next, the man who will put his Intercontinental Championship on the line against Bob Cena at Supremacy, Joey The Bastard!
"Terror" by The Virus hits and the vast majority of the crowd greet him with a standing boo-vation. Yet, some of the die hard Knight's fans can still be heard going against the grain by showing The Bastard the respect that he deserves. JTB steps out from the back holding the IC Title over his shoulder. Demmi Mae is with him for moral support and back up. The both of them stand at the top of the ramp soaking in the reaction from the crowd. They look at each other and chuckle before starting down the ramp. Both JTB and Demmi mock the crowd at ringside. A few fans reach out to try and touch them and Demmi looks disgusted. She moves away and yells at the fans. JTB steps in front of her and threatens to knock the members of the crowd out. The fans all high five each other as JTB and Demmi shake their heads in disgust and continue on to the ring. JTB rolls in to the ring as Demmi enters via the steel steps and through the ropes. Demmi points to Crack and starts mouthing him off, threatening to take him out. JTB stops her, saying that it won't be needed. He looks out in to he crowd and holds the IC Title high in the air with a defiant look in his eyes. Then JTB drapes the IC Title on the desk so that it is facing Bob Cena. JTB then grabs the mic on the table and sits in his chair.
Burris picks up the contract in the middle of the table and opens it, lifting the mic to his lips as he does so.
Burris Troy:
Now gentlemen, lets get down to business. Bob, since you are the challenger, I will ask you to sign first.
Burris puts the contract on the table and slides it over to Cena, handing him a pen from his pocket in the process. Cena looks at the contract for a few seconds before lifting his microphone to his mouth and talking.
Bob Cena:
Before I sign this contract, Joey I just wanted to let you know, I was impressed last week. Did anybody happen to catch Raw last week?
The crowd cheer as a response to Cena's question.
Bob Cena:
Who here saw Joey The Bastard, improve his image by trying to copy myself and put me off my game, to ensure that he never had to fight me. I gotta tell you Joey, your jokes, your little games, their not gonna make one bit of difference this Sunday. Joey this is finally going to end, no more taking the back seat for the Knights of the Roundtable, I have allowed you to have main event after main event after main event and I'm sick of it. The Knights they are weak, two of you left and I've already beaten the other one. This whole nightmare we've been living in, this Knights of the Roundtable era, its all gonna come crashing down and it will all just be a blip on the radar.
Burris Troy:
Could you please put your name on the contract Bob?
Bob Cena:
Burris, I am not finished and if you ever cut me off again I will put you in the ground..........Joey, you are a hardcore son of a bitch who will go to any lengths to get a win, you will probably spend most of Sunday night kicking my ass, but does that mean you are going to win?
Cena leans across the table and shakes his head with a smirk on his face.
Bob Cena:
No. Thats a whole different ball game, a lot of people have lost a lot of money, betting against me. They say, that Joey The Bastard is one big bad hombre, that he truly one of the toughest fuckers in the world. And that people actually sign up to ThyWWE in the hope of fighting such a man. And those very same people said, that I was trouble, that I was no good, that I was a screw up, that I wasnt worth it. They were too scared to give one shot to the kid who spent his life barely making it by, spending nights on the street, not knowing where his next meal was gonna come from. And now that sound that all of you can hear is the sound of Joey The Bastard's, their reigning defending Intercontinental Champion's heart beating really really fast, against his chest, because he knows the difference..........He knows the difference between all the wannabes who inject shit into their bodies so they can look a monster and the real thing. Not that much people in this industry know what it is like to push their bodies up off the floor and pull shards of glass out of his head and just move on and keep on swinging.
Cena picks up the pen and flicks open the contract, signing his name on the dotted line as he looks Joey in the eye. He pushes the contract towards the champion, picking the microphone back up to his lips.
Bob Cena:
Your move champ.
Cena puts his microphone on the table and leans back on the chair, putting his feet on the table for some more comfort, awaiting a reply from Joey The Bastard.
JTB sits there for a few seconds looking bored. He starts to pretend to doze off before jolting back awake...
Joey The Bastard:
Oh, I'm sorry, Bob, were you saying something?
The crowd boos as JTB and Demmi laugh. JTB puts the mic to his lips but the sound of the crowd is deafening.
Joey The Bastard:
Hey, Dems, can you do something about all these morons?
The crowd roars in anger as JTB leans back in his chair. Demmi shouts at the crowd, demanding that they shut up, but they won't have any of it.
Crowd:
YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Joey The Bastard:
You hear that, Bob? Apparently, these people think you suck.
Cena shrugs as the crowd boos louder and changes up their chant to be a little more accurate.
Crowd:
JOEY SUCKS! JOEY SUCKS! JOEY SUCKS!
Cena and Crack have a small chuckle at this as Demmi starts to throw a fit in the ring. JTB stays calm, however, before bring the mic back up.
Joey The Bastard:
Ahhhhhhh... SHAAAAATTAAAAAAAP! There's more important things going on here than you idiots getting a chance to voice your moronic opinions!
Once again, the crowd is loud, proud, and letting everybody in the ring know what they think of them. They finally start to die down a little bit, and JTB takes this as an opportunity to speak.
Joey The Bastard:
Sorry, Bob, but you were putting me to sleep there. Blah, blah, blah, I'm no good... Blah, blah, blah, nobody believes in me... Do us all a favor and either nut up... or shut up. Because, you may think that you're special since you had a hard life before this. You may think that you've had to over come the odds and all that crap... That you've spent nights on the streets... I'm from the streets, kid! I literally lived every waking moment of my years as a young adult on the streets, so don't start preaching to me about how bad life can be, cause I know damn well what types of hands the world can deal to a man.
The Bastard leans back in his chair, staring daggers at Cena.
Joey The Bastard:
Don't make yourself out to be so special, Bob... Don't take things so personally. You're not the only guy who's been taking a back seat to the Knights. The entire freakin' locker room as taken a back seat to us! And that's not gonna be changing any time soon. Yeah, sure, Beno is gone from Thy WWE, and Vince McMahon severely dropped the ball when he wouldn't sign Beno to an extention... But he was just one of the thorns in Thy WWE's side. I'm the biggest thorn... I'm the sharpest thorn! When I prick you, it itches, it pusses up, and gets infected... There's no cure for Joey The Bastard and The Knights of the Round Table, and with Beno gone... I'll take the reigns, Bob... I'll take 'em, and I will ride off in to the sunset with The IC Title and BOTH Tag Team Titles!
The crowd boos again.
Joey The Bastard:
Yeah, I bet you all forgot about that, didn't you? Now, I don 't just have one title... Not two titles... I now hold three God damn Thy WWE Championship belts! And it's only a matter of time before I hold four... The Knights are still in control here, Bob... Don't make the mistake of thinking that we're not, and I have proof of that. Vince McMahon himself has finally made a good decision and granted me the authority to name the stipulation for our Intercontinental Championship match at Supremacy...
Bob Cena stares at JTB while Crack starts to get a little bit nervous. He starts to talk to Cena frantically. Cena turns to him and tells him to shut the hell up.
Joey the Bastard:
Starting to sweat, I see... So, you should, Crack, and don't let Cena's calm demeanor fool you. he's pissing his pants right now. I can smell it! Or, wait... Maybe that smell is... this!
JTB stands up and points up the ramp. A loud rumble can be heard through out the arena. It sounds a lot like wheels rolling on pavement. After a few seconds a dumpster is wheels out through the entrance way. Cena and Crack stand up as JTB and Demmi slink out of the ring. The dumpster starts to roll down the ramp, but who is pushing it? Cena and Crack are wondering the same thing as they watch the approaching dumpster. The dumpster reaches ringside and somebody emerges from behind it... It's Troy Motor!
Troy smirks at Cena and Crack. Out of nowhere, JTB and Demmi crack both of them across the back with steel chairs. The crowd boos as Troy Motor quickly slides in to the ring join in. Troy and JTB begins to stomp away on Bob Cena. Demmi cracks Crack over the spine again and kicks him out of the ring. Cena starts to fight back. Some of the crowd are cheering him on. He socks Troy in the jaw, knocking him down, then kicks JTB right in the nuts. JTB howls out as the crowd cheers. But, they begin to boo again, when Cena turns around to meet Demmi with a chair shot to the gut. Troy is up again and clubs Cena down to the mat and starts to punch him in the face. JTB has recovered enough to pull himself up by using the ropes. He limps a bit, clutching his groin in agony, and he is absolutely furious. Troy is mounted on Bob Cena, delivering rights to the forehead. JTB rushes and shoves Troy Motor off of Cena much to the surprise of Troy Motor. JTB then starts to rain down on POT's skull with wicked rights and lefts. JTB finally lets off and stands up. He grabs the IC Title from the table and stands on the second rope, taunting the fans. JTB then grabs the pen and the contract and signs it fiercely. Then JTB yells at Troy and Demmi to hold him. They do so, and JTB rolls out of the ring and grabs Crack. He shoves Crack in to the ring and follows. Cena can't move as Troy and Demmi each have an arm and won't let him break free. The Bastard holds Crack up as he taunts Cena. Cena tries to kick at JTB and JTB dodges while giggling like a school girl. JTB then picks Crack up and hits him with a Skrewdriver. Cena is raging. He starts to stand up, almost breaking the grip of Troy and Demmi, but JTB flat foot boots him in the face.
Joey The Bastard:
Keep him down, dammit!
They tighten their grip, as JTB picks up Crack over his shoulder and carries him towards the ropes. then he tosses Crack over the top rope and in to the open dumpster. Then JTB looks back at Cena and grins. Cena knows exactly what The Bastard plans to do. Cena shakes his head and pleads with JTB not to do it.
Bob Cena:
Don't do it, man! Come on, man, please! This doesn't concern him!
JTB won't listen as he exits the ring and starts to push the dumpster up the ramp. he struggles a little bit before catching his stride.
Bob Cena:
Joey, man, don't do this! Leave Crack out of this!
JTB has the dumpster on the top of the stage now. He looks down at the ring. Cena is desperately trying to break free. All of a sudden, Troy and Demmi let go of Cena and quickly exit the ring. Cena starts to move towards the ropes and JTB yells...
Joey The Bastard:
Don't you fucking dare! Don't take another step!
Bob Cena stops dead in his tracks...
Bob Cena:
Okay... Okay... You've made your point! Now, get the hell outta here!
JTB nods and meets Demmi and Troy at the top of the ramp. They all high five and hug and begin to leave. Bob Cena and the crowd all let out a sigh of relief as the Knights disappear behind the curtain. Cena begins to exit the ring when all three Knights burst through the curtain and start to roll the dumpster toward the edge of the stage. Cena starts to run but it's too late. The dumpster soars through the air with Crack inside, smashing through some tables at the bottom. The crowd gasps as The Knights are no where to be seen. Bob Cena rushes to where the dumpster crash landed. EMTs and officials are there as well. Cena looks inside the dumpster and his face goes ghost white. JTB reappears to chorus of boos and stands on the stage looking down at Bob Cena with a mic in hand.
Joey The Bastard:
Hey, Bob... Oops! HAHAHA! And in case you're too stupid to realize... Our match... Is gonna be a Dumpster Match! And if you don't like me... BITE ME!
JTB flips off the crowd as the camera is behind Bob Cena looking up at JTB. We see the back of Cena's head as he yells up at JTB...
Bob Cena:
You're dead, you son of a bitch! YOU'RE DEAD!
The scene cuts to commercial with an over the shoulder shot of Cena screaming up at JTB. To the side, we see EMTs pulling Crack out of the dumpster with a stretcher waiting near by...
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
GM Knight Speaks About Supremacy
GM Knight Speaks About Supremacy
Returning from the commercial break we can hear “Written In The Stars” by Tinie Tempah blaring out over the arena speakers and General Manager Christian Knight walks out with the Thy WWE World Championship proudly wrapped around his waist. Knight looks unusually dapper as he starts to stroll down the ramp, stopping midway as he notices a particularly enthusiastic young Beno fan wearing a shirt showing his love for the Knights of the Round Table and holding a sign proclaiming how “Christian Knight fears Beno”.
Knight looks legitimately perplexed as he stops cold, motions for his music to be cut off and orders one of the ringside crew to fetch him a microphone. Once he is given one he starts to speak, while still staring intently at this fan who is openly trash talking General Manager Knight.
General Manager Knight: Hold on a second, hold on a second! Beno still has fans?
Is this a joke?
Tell me something little boy, how do you idolize a man such as that? A man who hasn’t been seen since losing to me, a man who hasn’t been heard from since losing to me, well apart from some halfhearted and pathetic ruse to get people to talk about him again involving contract negotiations. Hate to tell you this Beno and little fan of Beno, but nobody cares.
You can take your tears, you can take your ass hurt, and you can just keep it at home with you, where you currently hide with your tail between your legs.
We’ve moved on, you either need to come do something about it, or move on yourself.
Now get this kid the hell out of my building, I have other matters to attend to.
The young boy and the teenager with him start to shout at Knight as security is upon them and escort them up the stairs and to be thrown out of the arena. We see Knight finish his walk down to the ring and get inside.
General Manager Knight: Supremacy is upon is! How glorious of a night this is!
Everything has been falling into place…except for one pesky thorn in my side that just won’t go away…
Turning his head slightly towards the stage, we see Knight get an expectant look on his face and seemingly almost on cue we hear the theme song of “The Saviour” Jacob Senn come on the speakers and as the crowd cheers we see Jacob Senn walk out and run down to the ring. Getting inside quickly we can see Senn ask for a microphone and his music gets cut off.
General Manager Knight: I’m really growing weary of having you interrupt me Jacob and insert yourself where you are not welcomed.
Jacob Senn:
[/i] You wanna talk about weary Christian! I’m weary of having you continue to wear that gold belt around your waist every single week, calling yourself the champion of Thy WWE, but yet you continue to duck my challenge. Knight looks legitimately perplexed as he stops cold, motions for his music to be cut off and orders one of the ringside crew to fetch him a microphone. Once he is given one he starts to speak, while still staring intently at this fan who is openly trash talking General Manager Knight.
General Manager Knight: Hold on a second, hold on a second! Beno still has fans?
Is this a joke?
Tell me something little boy, how do you idolize a man such as that? A man who hasn’t been seen since losing to me, a man who hasn’t been heard from since losing to me, well apart from some halfhearted and pathetic ruse to get people to talk about him again involving contract negotiations. Hate to tell you this Beno and little fan of Beno, but nobody cares.
You can take your tears, you can take your ass hurt, and you can just keep it at home with you, where you currently hide with your tail between your legs.
We’ve moved on, you either need to come do something about it, or move on yourself.
Now get this kid the hell out of my building, I have other matters to attend to.
The young boy and the teenager with him start to shout at Knight as security is upon them and escort them up the stairs and to be thrown out of the arena. We see Knight finish his walk down to the ring and get inside.
General Manager Knight: Supremacy is upon is! How glorious of a night this is!
Everything has been falling into place…except for one pesky thorn in my side that just won’t go away…
Turning his head slightly towards the stage, we see Knight get an expectant look on his face and seemingly almost on cue we hear the theme song of “The Saviour” Jacob Senn come on the speakers and as the crowd cheers we see Jacob Senn walk out and run down to the ring. Getting inside quickly we can see Senn ask for a microphone and his music gets cut off.
General Manager Knight: I’m really growing weary of having you interrupt me Jacob and insert yourself where you are not welcomed.
Jacob Senn:
General Manager Knight: Let me explain a few things to you Jacob. In case you haven’t noticed, you don’t get to just come in here and make demands like you are in any position. Last time I checked Jacob, you work for me!
You report to me!
This is my television show, this is my vision and I am the puppet master who controls the strings…not the other way around.
Senn goes to interrupt Knight, but Knight smacks the microphone out of his hand.
Don’t you interrupt me!
I am the World Champion of Thy WWE for a reason. I am the General Manager of Thy WWE for a reason. You will learn the process, you will learn how the system works before you address me again Jacob…do you understand me!
We see Jacob snatch the microphone out of General Manager Knight’s hand so he can respond.
Jacob Senn:[/i] Christian you don’t get it, do you?
This was never about you, this was never about your vision or your process or any of that other pseudo reality drivel that you spew every week. This has been about that championship around your waist and what it represents!
Christian, I’ve been a fan of this sport ever since I was a little kid. I remember legendary moments like Hogan body slamming Andre The Giant, Shawn Michaels with the elbow drop from the ladder, and I remember dreaming of getting to do the same thing. I had the posters, I had the t shirts, I had the action figures. I would gather with my friends at swimming pools and mimic wrestling moves; I would imitate moves on trampolines despite the warnings not to. I would watch WWE, WCW, and ECW every single week, discuss it with other fans such as myself and dream every single night of what it would be like to have myself creating those legendary moments.
That’s what brought me here to Thy WWE Christian, my desire to have that one enshrining moment, that one moment where my name gets cemented in everybody’s memory forever. And when you’ve been a fan for as long as I have Christian, you know that the quickest way to be remembered is to be the top dog on the food chain, the champion.
That’s where you and I are different Christian, I am just a passionate fan at heart, looking to live the dream I’ve had since I was a child, while you…you’re nothing more than a phony. I do this because I love it Christian, you do this simply as a vehicle to further your own ego and poisonous whims. Face it Christian, winning the title was never about love with you, it was about healing your hurt ego. You needed the belt to assuage your hurt pride.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much that sickens me. Having to watch each week as I bust my ass, giving one hundred and ten percent because this is what I love to do, but I continue to be pushed to the side for guys like you, who simply treat this like a hobby, who don’t care about anything or anyone other than themselv-
General Manager Knight snatches the microphone back from Jacob Senn.
General Manager Knight: Don’t you dare question my passion Jacob.
You don’t even know the half of it. To be tormented relentlessly by your own failures, to constantly feel like you are inadequate, like you are a failure as a man!
I came back and fought for my second chance!
I redeemed myself without blaming anybody for my own shortcomings; I redeemed myself without trying to use somebody as a scapegoat for my own inadequacies.
Now I look a-
Jacob Senn snatches the microphone back from General Manager Knight which makes him fume.
Jacob Senn: I know how you fight for her Christian.
I know how everything you do, your entire road to redemption was all to assuage the guilt you felt towards Jessica.
How do you think the one you love would see you now Christian?
Triumphant?
Heroic?
She would see you the same way we all do Christian…as a coward!
A coward who would rather take the easy way out instead of conducting himself as a rea-
Now we see General Manager Knight’s eyes get big with rage as he forcefully snatches the microphone back.
General Manager Knight: That does it!
You want a shot Jacob! You want to try and make a name for yourself at my expense! You wanna step up to the plate to try and get your career defining moment!
Well you get it this Sunday!
Christian Knight vs. Jacob Senn for the Thy WWE World Title…
Make the most of it Jacob, cause I guarantee you this is the last shot you will e-
Jacob then smacks the microphone from General Manager Knight’s hand and the two of them come face to face for the third time in as many weeks. But just when it looks like it’s going to finally come to blows, we see Senn take a step back and just start to motion around his waist how he is going to win the title. Turning away from Knight we see Senn start to walk away, but apparently Christian isn’t having any of this as he grabs Jacob and turns him back around, only to get stung with a right hand.
Here we go!
Knight and Senn start to trade shots in the center of the ring. It’s Senn who shows the intensity this time as he overwhelms Knight with a flurry and knocks him backwards. Senn then charges Knight and clotheslines him out of the ring, we see Knight land on his feet on the floor and he almost jumps back in the ring. But then he stops and takes off his World Title and just raises it in the air.
The show comes to an end with a fuming Knight standing on the outside of the ring, trading trash talk with Jacob Senn inside the ring.
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Thanks goes out to Demmie/POT/Barton for all voting for the triple threat match at the last second when I needed help. Means a lot.
Everyone that had to roleplay this week roleplayed and I am really happy about that. This was a good week, now lets review and make Supremacy even greater.
Supremacy Card Tomorrow Guys/Gals.
