Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 14, 2013 20:42:39 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents
RAW 112
8-14-2013
Live from: Metlife Stadium, Rutherford, NJ
Home of this years NFL Super Bowl!
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Dark Match: Troy Motors vs Captian Tetley
Neither men decided to show so there was no winner. The likes of Motors and Tetley are not showing Vince McMahon that they can be consistant and part of Thy's future. How many chances do they have left? I wouldn't think many.
Dark Match: Angellus vs Creole Rose vs Dan Hellman
In this match we witness; same old Angellus and same old Dan Hellman. Both giving these opportunities to win but seem to lose focus and lose. This time it was against a new comer Creole Rose, who shocked the Thy universe and defeated former IC champion Hellman and veteran Angellus. Welcome to Thy WWE Creole!
Winner: Creole Rose.
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Raw starts off on an uncharacteristic note this week, with “No Chance” blaring out over the arena speakers and the chairman of Thy WWE Vince McMahon making his way out from the back and down to the ramp with the trademark bouncing swagger that he has become well known for over the years, getting down and inside the ring, we can see that the boss has a microphone in hand and once his theme song cuts off he walks around the ring smiling before starting to speak.
Mr. McMahon: What a hell of a night huh! But now we must move on to bigger and better things, tonight officially begins the Thy WWE Road to Wrestlemania.
That means our next pay per view is Ascension and the annual Ascension Rumble. For the last couple years we’ve seen some great men make names for themselves in that match. Last year we saw Barton win the match and go on to become the new Thy WWE Champion, the year before that we saw Triple H and Dominic Reynolds beat the holy hell out of one another, with HHH finally getting the win and the coveted title shot.
He didn’t get the job done, but he took Sheamus to his absolute limits.
It just goes to show that this truly is the showcase of the immortals, and ANY one can truly make himself immortal. Any man can turn his career around and have his name spoken in the same light as legends like The Undertaker, Jonny Freeman, Ken Walker, Sheamus or Austin Starr.
The question I pose to all of you in the back is a simple one.
How bad do you want it?
The fans cheer as Mr. McMahon continues
Mr. McMahon: That brings me to my next matter of business. At the pay per view we saw the return of Beno.
I’ve been informed that Beno has decided to invoke his contractually mandated rematch clause against Christian Knight at the upcoming Ascension pay per view. I know Beno and Christian Knight don’t like each other, and with the Knights at his ready, it’s a formula for disaster. I am not going to have my show be broken down into chaos every week leading up to the pay per view so effective immediately I am mandating a no contact policy between Beno, the Knights and Christian Knight.
Now I know Beno and the Knights like to think that they are above the law and on their own program, but they are mistaken. I would advise Beno to not violate this policy, because if he lays a hand on Christian Knight before the night of the pay per view then his title shot will immediately be voided.
Do I have your attention now Beno? Are you listening now?
And you Christian, if you lay a hand on Beno between now and the pay per view, then I will strip you of the Thy WWE World Title ON THE SPOT.
I don’t care if the two of you kill each other at Ascension, but my shows will maintain lawful order.
We hear “No Chance” come on over the speakers once again as Vince McMahon saunters out of the ring and up the ramp as the show goes to a commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW! I am Phil Latio and Don, I must tell you Supremacy was amazing!
Don Chuckles: It was wasn't it? I really thought we were crowning a new world champion in Jacob Senn.
Phil Latio: And former world champion POT won himself the Intercontinental Championship! I was rooting for him from the start Don!
Don Chuckles: Just months ago, the Knights of the round table held all the champions, now they hold the tag team and television titles. That is all!
Phil Latio: How the table has turned Don! How the table has turned.
Don Chuckles: Yes, but just think Ascension is around the corner and we could see Beno retake the world title! I hope GM Knight is ready for a fight!
Phil Latio: Ascension will be great but let us start the show with our opening match up. Mascara will be taking on a mystery opponent! I wonder who!
Match One: Mascara de la Muerte vs Mystery Opponent
Steve Cruise: First coming down to the ring, weighing in at 150 lbs...standing 5 feet 5 inches tall..He is Mascara de la Muerte!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Badass by Reckless Love starts playing off of the P.A system. Mascara de la Muerte comes out and stands on the stage. Jumps around a little bit, goes to left, to right, 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.
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 mystery opponent.
Phil Latio: Mascara is a odd character but I seem to like him.
Don Chuckles: He has a bright future here in Thy WWE for sure!
As soon as you hear the iconic beginning guitar stroke of the guitar, you hear the roar of the crowd who are screaming for Triple H. The camera rolls all around the arena until Triple H steps out onto the stage with his signature bottle of water in hand.
Steve Cruise: His mystery opponent from Greenwich, Connectiut. He weighs in at 260 lbs, "The Game"....the King of Kings......TRIPLE HHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The camera goes in for the close up and Triple H walks down the ring looking at the fans in attendance here tonight. Once he gets in front of the ring, he stops to take a good look at Mascara in the ring. HHH cocks a grin.
Phil Latio: It's Triple H Don! I can't believe my eyes! The King of Kings has returned to Monday Night RAW!
Don Chuckles: It is great to see him back in a Thy WWE ring Phil but as HHH tweeted on his twitter page, and I quote, "Thanks for the memories Thy, this shall be my last time in a Thy ring! #GameOver
Phil Latio: I know, it makes me sad to see the former Royal Rumble winner not go on to win the big one. But, he has a great career never the less Don!
Don Chuckles: And an official Hall of fame career aswell Phil!
He tosses his water bottle to the crowd while he walks to get to the turnbuckle. He goes to the outside of the turnbuckle and stops to look at Mascara. Then he goes to middle of the side of the ring he is on and he points to the fans before he does his signature taunt. He walks into the ring ignoring Mascara and goes to the top of the turnbuckle.
He points to the fans, bows down, and points to himself and does the signature taunt one more time giving Mascara an ice cold stare. He drops down and the referee signals the bell.
DING DING DING
The match starts off with Triple H locking up with Mascara. Triple H knees him in the gut and then irish whips him into the ropes. As Mascara comes at Triple H, the game goes for the running clothesline but misses as Mascarva ducks and runs under his arm. When Triple H turns to face Mascara only to get kicked right to the back of the head. Triple H held his head in pain as he recovered himself getting back to his feet. Mascara ran into the ropes and back at Triple H, sliding under his his legs only to jump the second rope to moonsault Triple H to the ground. Mascara didn't waste no time there, as he immediately went for the pin but Triple H kicked out. The crowd were at their feet as there was cheers and boos all throughout the stadium.
Phil Latio: Mascara on the offense, I'm starting to think he just might win this one!
Don Chuckles: If he does, then that will make his career for sure...but it's going to take a lot more than that to beat The Game, Triple H!
Mascara looked at the top rope, and then looked at Triple H and decided it was time to fly. As he made it to the ropes, Triple H was halfway to his feet. When Mascara got ready to jump, Triple H tugged on the ropes with Mascara falling and feeling the wrath of the nut cracker. Triple H took this as an advantage and got on top of Mascara and began hitting him ruthlessly on his face. When Triple H finally stopped he got off of him and grabbed his left arm and helped Mascara get up only to tuck his head under his right arm and smashing his head down to the mat with a DDT. Triple H goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Phil Latio: A viscious DDT by The Game!
Don Chuckles: I still can't believe he was able to kick out from that. Mascara has a lot of heart, and to have that during the road of success, it's a very good sign. He very well may be champion one day. What do you think?
Phil Latio: It's too early to tell, but he does have so much uprising potential! Uh oh, The Game's getting angry....
"Stay down you son of a bitch!" shouted Triple H as he mounted him with punches. Triple H again, went for the pin but Mascara kicked out. An angry Triple H picked up Mascara shoved him under his groin and wanted to go ahead and end it with the Pedigree but Mascara reversed and ended up getting Triple H with a combo of kicks before ducking and running under him only for Triple H to try to retaliate only with failure as Mascara ended up going right under him with Triple H to turn around only for Mascara to run at him again, only this time he connected with the Running Corkscrew Thunder Driver. He went for the pin on Triple H.
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Triple H kicked out.
Mascara didn't waste any time as he knew what Triple H was capable of, as he went for the top rope. He leaped off and went to splash right on Triple H, only to splash the mat hard as Triple H rolled out of the way.
Phil Latio: and there goes Mascara crashing hard into the mat!
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, they're both down. What's gonna happen now?
Triple H laid there for about a couple seconds before finally being able to manage to make it to his feet. When Mascara got up, he was met with a spinebuster. Triple H then taunted with his arms out signaling for the end. Mascara then got up only to be delivered a Pedigree by Triple H. Triple H went for the pin.
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The referee held Triple H's hand high.
Winner: Triple H!!!!!!!!!!!
Phil Latio: Thank you for all that you've given us, Triple H! You are a true Warrior!
Don Chuckles: It's sad to see him go! It won't be the same without the Cerebral Assasin!
Out of nowhere, the crowd started chanting "Thank you Hunter!" and clapping on beat. He smiled and looked around at the fans. He nodded, and mouthed the words "No, thank you!" He went in as a Heel but was leaving Thy WWE as a face and as a legend in the business. Triple H will always be remembered for all that he has done in the history of Thy WWE.
GAME OVER
Phil Latio: What a match Don! Mascara put up a good fight but the King of Kings still has it in him!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, but too bad this match was his last ever in Thy WWE.
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We find ourselves back stage now to see a black, long high-top converse with the laced all the way tied up to the shin area, jean shorts and a Opertaion Fuck Up T-shirt slightly cut to the chest area ... that was the wife AJ Orton.
Holding her was a man with a OFU T-shirt and pitch black True Religion Jeans with black combat boots and black wrist tape on his knuckles... the back of that T-shirt would read in red lettering "Prodigy" with a very gothic but demonic text. That was everyone's hometown boy "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton.
But Thy's number one power couple felt broken, defeated, destroyed and deserted from their long path known as the Road To Glory.... AJ would hold Kurt tighter by his waist looking up into his eyes as she spoke.
{"Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton
This can't go on any longer babe. Blade has won... can't we just move on from it now?!
Orton's eyes turned blood shot red and he looked down and pushed away from his own wife to walk down the hall and get ready to go out alone, with his back turned he would only say a few words to her.
"I never give up no matter how many times I lose. It could be 1 or 100 times but I do not give up... I have the heart of a lion and this lion will strike fiercely tonight. Blade has an offer he cannot refuse and i'll make sure he gets it through his thick fucking skull!"
AJ skipped down the hallway trying to catch up with him as the cameras faded off into the darkness, the crowd started cheering as they began to hear a familiar tune.
Orton would begin jogging out with AJ at his side, the crowd went crazy for their hometown hero as Steve Cruise introduced him.
{Steve Cruise}
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time... the duo of The "Prodigy's Princess" AJ Orton and her husband.. Newark's own ... "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton!!!
The duo after all of the commotion would reach the ring steps and taunt the crowd with the classic look-out taunt, acknowledging every "peep" in attendance before stepping into the ring and grabbing a microphone... AJ would balance herself in a cradling position on the ropes while Kurt would smile for his hometown crowd for the first time in over a year.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
I could stand here all night and tell you all about my travels, my defeats and my short-comings but hey.. at least i'm not where other people hate my guts! I'm home. Home is where I can come out like this, all broozed up and battered still being able to pat my damn chest 3 times to know that at least each and everyone single one of you darling fans know me and respect me for who I am.
Home is here I can actually be nice to the commentators sitting at ringside, to Steve Cruise and hell even to the camera man in the corner recording all of this for ThyWWE.com. But as we are approaching Ascension 2013 in just a short matter of weeks... there is a certain monkey or "Future" I have to get off of my coattails.
The hometown crowd would stop him after his sentence to chant "Welcome Home" a few times but as loudly as they could, Kurt chuckled at the crowd's joy before revealing the surprise and it was hanging right above them.....
A Steel Cage.
Blade Lavigne, this is your challenge handed to you right now, next week right here live on Raw number 113... you and me will have a steel cage match not for a battle of who's better, not for a battle of who's the top dog... it's a battle for the man with the most blood, sweat and tears in what they love and that's for this whole company that Vince McMahon himself built.
Blade, this is a fight between not just two little boys but grown freaking men doing what they love, I'm still that dark, demented guy you bitch and whine about each weeek on why I face you and keep pushing you harder... but what you fail to freaking realize is...
AJ jumps outside the ring and whispers in a fan's ear, scared at what they might chant..Kurt turns around to hear them all chant two words. "AJ's Pregnant".
Kurt would walk away from the ring and give her a big hug, proud that he will be a father in the near future and as she pulls him in close for a kiss, she rips up an official copy of her contract which now turns her husband's joy into sadness.
Realize what Kurt?
He beat you three times! Just move on...Like I am. I'm doing this for us and the kid we are about to have, The road is something you need to walk upon by yourself and I can't stand in the way of that any longer... Focus on the rumble, I got Vince to allow you to enter the rumble at a good number. I can't ruined it for you and the fans so you and the rest of New Jersey will have to wait and see what number you will enter at..But Kurt...I'm quitting!
Kurt tries to get her to re-consider as he drops the mic, they walk to the back with him at his hands and knees begging her not to go. The show goes to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
Don Chuckles: Kurt Orton and AJ wins the drama of the year award! But I agree, he needs to move on and focus on the rumble this year. But I know something, after that fight, Kurt will not be getting laid anytime soon! Hahaha
Phil Latio: Funny Don, but during the break I received an email stating, and I quote, "Second 2013 Hall of Fame inductee will be announced after this next match!
Don Chuckles: I wonder who it could be! Any guesses Phil?
Phil Latio: It could be anyone, so I have no idea. But whoever it may be, will sure deserve it!
Don Chuckles: Up next we have returning Zak Shields taking on new comer Poco Dragonite!
Match Two: Zak Shields vs Poco Dragonite
Rule Britannia blares over the arena and the fans go wild. Zak steps out into the arena and the fans scream louder. He goes to each side of the ramp and holds his arms up to the fans. He walks to the middle of the ramp and he points to the ring.
Steve Cruise - "Ladies and Gentlemen introducing from Leeds, England. Zak Shields!"
With that Zak sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and he runs to the far corner and he jumps onto the middle rope and raises both arms to the fans and they go wilder. The music dies down as Zak jumps down from the rope.
Out next comes Poco Dragonite as the fireworks light up and the crowd begins cheering for him, Poco would acknowledge all of this while running down the ramp and jumping onto the steel steps... he lets out a big war cry before jumping over the ropes and listening top the referee's instructions.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell would ring loudly as Zak and Poco respectfully shake hands and circle the ring in a focused state but laughing, having a little fun while doing this all.
The men would begin throwing jabs at each other seeing which one of them would blink first.. neither has blinked so they go for a leg check techinque and Zak gets the upper hand, giving Poco an arm drag.
Poco smirks at Zak and returns the favor in a different form with a dropkick, some repeated ones to the jaw and Zak would try to block all 5 but Poco seemed to be just too much to handle right now seeing that Zak has now rolled to the outside.
Phil Latio: What a coward, rolling to the outside like that!
Don Chuckles: A coward? It was a smart move Phil! He needs to catch his breath!
Poco fllows him but soon get whipped into the steel steps shoulder firt, the two first timers began to lose all the smiles and giggles for battle... as Poco tries to get up, Zak dropkicks the left arm of Poco Dragonite even harder into the steel as the ref steps outside to yell at the British Brawler.
Poco uses the opening to dropkick Zak right into the ring apron, he then bashes his head into the steel post for good measure, upon rolling Shields into the ring... the count is made.
Phil Latio: This could be it!
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KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: Wow, what a kick out!
Phil Latio: Poco is upset, but Zak showing guts and the will to continue!
Poco grabs his own hair and screams "3!" to the referee and he replies back saying "That was 2 Poco!"
Poco picks Zak up by the laces of his mask and kness him repeatedly in the mouth area before pulling off of him and thrusting at him with a running front kick to the chest causing Zak to catch his breath in the corner, after a few minutes of taunting to the crowd.
Poco chops himself in the chest and runs at Zak with a flurry of low kicks to the head area.
Poco feels the fury and roundhouse kicks Zak again in the head bringing him down to one knee before going for Mooregasm but Zak ducks it at the last second and knees him in the gut, a few seconds later he drops him hard on the back of the head with the Rule Britainia and immediately goes for the 3 count without warning.
Phil Latio: This is it Don! It's over.....
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Winner: Zak Shields via pinfall
Don Chuckles: What a return statement by Zak Shields. Poco gave his all but Shields found a way to keep pushing and pull away the victory!
Phil Latio: I am excited for Zak, and Poco did a good job as well. Both guys have a future in Thy WWE!
Don Chuckles: Phil...Now it is time to announce the second Hall of Fame inductee!
Phil Latio: Let's watch and see.
Those two and everone in the stadium stop staring at Zak Shields who is on top of the stage and now are focusing on the big screen.
The count down begins.
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Don Chuckles: ITS BRIAN GUNN PHIL! LOOK!
Phil Latio: What a surprise! I was not expecting Brian Gunn to make it!
Don Chuckles: Well he has and I am happy for him!
The fans go wild as they see the graphic for Brian Gunn! They begin to chant BG BG BG BG over and over as the scene goes black and to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
RAW 112
8-14-2013
Live from: Metlife Stadium, Rutherford, NJ
Home of this years NFL Super Bowl!
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Dark Match: Troy Motors vs Captian Tetley
Neither men decided to show so there was no winner. The likes of Motors and Tetley are not showing Vince McMahon that they can be consistant and part of Thy's future. How many chances do they have left? I wouldn't think many.
Dark Match: Angellus vs Creole Rose vs Dan Hellman
In this match we witness; same old Angellus and same old Dan Hellman. Both giving these opportunities to win but seem to lose focus and lose. This time it was against a new comer Creole Rose, who shocked the Thy universe and defeated former IC champion Hellman and veteran Angellus. Welcome to Thy WWE Creole!
Winner: Creole Rose.
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Raw starts off on an uncharacteristic note this week, with “No Chance” blaring out over the arena speakers and the chairman of Thy WWE Vince McMahon making his way out from the back and down to the ramp with the trademark bouncing swagger that he has become well known for over the years, getting down and inside the ring, we can see that the boss has a microphone in hand and once his theme song cuts off he walks around the ring smiling before starting to speak.
Mr. McMahon: What a hell of a night huh! But now we must move on to bigger and better things, tonight officially begins the Thy WWE Road to Wrestlemania.
That means our next pay per view is Ascension and the annual Ascension Rumble. For the last couple years we’ve seen some great men make names for themselves in that match. Last year we saw Barton win the match and go on to become the new Thy WWE Champion, the year before that we saw Triple H and Dominic Reynolds beat the holy hell out of one another, with HHH finally getting the win and the coveted title shot.
He didn’t get the job done, but he took Sheamus to his absolute limits.
It just goes to show that this truly is the showcase of the immortals, and ANY one can truly make himself immortal. Any man can turn his career around and have his name spoken in the same light as legends like The Undertaker, Jonny Freeman, Ken Walker, Sheamus or Austin Starr.
The question I pose to all of you in the back is a simple one.
How bad do you want it?
The fans cheer as Mr. McMahon continues
Mr. McMahon: That brings me to my next matter of business. At the pay per view we saw the return of Beno.
I’ve been informed that Beno has decided to invoke his contractually mandated rematch clause against Christian Knight at the upcoming Ascension pay per view. I know Beno and Christian Knight don’t like each other, and with the Knights at his ready, it’s a formula for disaster. I am not going to have my show be broken down into chaos every week leading up to the pay per view so effective immediately I am mandating a no contact policy between Beno, the Knights and Christian Knight.
Now I know Beno and the Knights like to think that they are above the law and on their own program, but they are mistaken. I would advise Beno to not violate this policy, because if he lays a hand on Christian Knight before the night of the pay per view then his title shot will immediately be voided.
Do I have your attention now Beno? Are you listening now?
And you Christian, if you lay a hand on Beno between now and the pay per view, then I will strip you of the Thy WWE World Title ON THE SPOT.
I don’t care if the two of you kill each other at Ascension, but my shows will maintain lawful order.
We hear “No Chance” come on over the speakers once again as Vince McMahon saunters out of the ring and up the ramp as the show goes to a commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Welcome to Monday Night RAW! I am Phil Latio and Don, I must tell you Supremacy was amazing!
Don Chuckles: It was wasn't it? I really thought we were crowning a new world champion in Jacob Senn.
Phil Latio: And former world champion POT won himself the Intercontinental Championship! I was rooting for him from the start Don!
Don Chuckles: Just months ago, the Knights of the round table held all the champions, now they hold the tag team and television titles. That is all!
Phil Latio: How the table has turned Don! How the table has turned.
Don Chuckles: Yes, but just think Ascension is around the corner and we could see Beno retake the world title! I hope GM Knight is ready for a fight!
Phil Latio: Ascension will be great but let us start the show with our opening match up. Mascara will be taking on a mystery opponent! I wonder who!
Match One: Mascara de la Muerte vs Mystery Opponent
Steve Cruise: First coming down to the ring, weighing in at 150 lbs...standing 5 feet 5 inches tall..He is Mascara de la Muerte!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Badass by Reckless Love starts playing off of the P.A system. Mascara de la Muerte comes out and stands on the stage. Jumps around a little bit, goes to left, to right, 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.
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 mystery opponent.
Phil Latio: Mascara is a odd character but I seem to like him.
Don Chuckles: He has a bright future here in Thy WWE for sure!
As soon as you hear the iconic beginning guitar stroke of the guitar, you hear the roar of the crowd who are screaming for Triple H. The camera rolls all around the arena until Triple H steps out onto the stage with his signature bottle of water in hand.
Steve Cruise: His mystery opponent from Greenwich, Connectiut. He weighs in at 260 lbs, "The Game"....the King of Kings......TRIPLE HHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The camera goes in for the close up and Triple H walks down the ring looking at the fans in attendance here tonight. Once he gets in front of the ring, he stops to take a good look at Mascara in the ring. HHH cocks a grin.
Phil Latio: It's Triple H Don! I can't believe my eyes! The King of Kings has returned to Monday Night RAW!
Don Chuckles: It is great to see him back in a Thy WWE ring Phil but as HHH tweeted on his twitter page, and I quote, "Thanks for the memories Thy, this shall be my last time in a Thy ring! #GameOver
Phil Latio: I know, it makes me sad to see the former Royal Rumble winner not go on to win the big one. But, he has a great career never the less Don!
Don Chuckles: And an official Hall of fame career aswell Phil!
He tosses his water bottle to the crowd while he walks to get to the turnbuckle. He goes to the outside of the turnbuckle and stops to look at Mascara. Then he goes to middle of the side of the ring he is on and he points to the fans before he does his signature taunt. He walks into the ring ignoring Mascara and goes to the top of the turnbuckle.
He points to the fans, bows down, and points to himself and does the signature taunt one more time giving Mascara an ice cold stare. He drops down and the referee signals the bell.
DING DING DING
The match starts off with Triple H locking up with Mascara. Triple H knees him in the gut and then irish whips him into the ropes. As Mascara comes at Triple H, the game goes for the running clothesline but misses as Mascarva ducks and runs under his arm. When Triple H turns to face Mascara only to get kicked right to the back of the head. Triple H held his head in pain as he recovered himself getting back to his feet. Mascara ran into the ropes and back at Triple H, sliding under his his legs only to jump the second rope to moonsault Triple H to the ground. Mascara didn't waste no time there, as he immediately went for the pin but Triple H kicked out. The crowd were at their feet as there was cheers and boos all throughout the stadium.
Phil Latio: Mascara on the offense, I'm starting to think he just might win this one!
Don Chuckles: If he does, then that will make his career for sure...but it's going to take a lot more than that to beat The Game, Triple H!
Mascara looked at the top rope, and then looked at Triple H and decided it was time to fly. As he made it to the ropes, Triple H was halfway to his feet. When Mascara got ready to jump, Triple H tugged on the ropes with Mascara falling and feeling the wrath of the nut cracker. Triple H took this as an advantage and got on top of Mascara and began hitting him ruthlessly on his face. When Triple H finally stopped he got off of him and grabbed his left arm and helped Mascara get up only to tuck his head under his right arm and smashing his head down to the mat with a DDT. Triple H goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Phil Latio: A viscious DDT by The Game!
Don Chuckles: I still can't believe he was able to kick out from that. Mascara has a lot of heart, and to have that during the road of success, it's a very good sign. He very well may be champion one day. What do you think?
Phil Latio: It's too early to tell, but he does have so much uprising potential! Uh oh, The Game's getting angry....
"Stay down you son of a bitch!" shouted Triple H as he mounted him with punches. Triple H again, went for the pin but Mascara kicked out. An angry Triple H picked up Mascara shoved him under his groin and wanted to go ahead and end it with the Pedigree but Mascara reversed and ended up getting Triple H with a combo of kicks before ducking and running under him only for Triple H to try to retaliate only with failure as Mascara ended up going right under him with Triple H to turn around only for Mascara to run at him again, only this time he connected with the Running Corkscrew Thunder Driver. He went for the pin on Triple H.
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Mascara didn't waste any time as he knew what Triple H was capable of, as he went for the top rope. He leaped off and went to splash right on Triple H, only to splash the mat hard as Triple H rolled out of the way.
Phil Latio: and there goes Mascara crashing hard into the mat!
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, they're both down. What's gonna happen now?
Triple H laid there for about a couple seconds before finally being able to manage to make it to his feet. When Mascara got up, he was met with a spinebuster. Triple H then taunted with his arms out signaling for the end. Mascara then got up only to be delivered a Pedigree by Triple H. Triple H went for the pin.
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The referee held Triple H's hand high.
Winner: Triple H!!!!!!!!!!!
Phil Latio: Thank you for all that you've given us, Triple H! You are a true Warrior!
Don Chuckles: It's sad to see him go! It won't be the same without the Cerebral Assasin!
Out of nowhere, the crowd started chanting "Thank you Hunter!" and clapping on beat. He smiled and looked around at the fans. He nodded, and mouthed the words "No, thank you!" He went in as a Heel but was leaving Thy WWE as a face and as a legend in the business. Triple H will always be remembered for all that he has done in the history of Thy WWE.
GAME OVER
Phil Latio: What a match Don! Mascara put up a good fight but the King of Kings still has it in him!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, but too bad this match was his last ever in Thy WWE.
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We find ourselves back stage now to see a black, long high-top converse with the laced all the way tied up to the shin area, jean shorts and a Opertaion Fuck Up T-shirt slightly cut to the chest area ... that was the wife AJ Orton.
Holding her was a man with a OFU T-shirt and pitch black True Religion Jeans with black combat boots and black wrist tape on his knuckles... the back of that T-shirt would read in red lettering "Prodigy" with a very gothic but demonic text. That was everyone's hometown boy "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton.
But Thy's number one power couple felt broken, defeated, destroyed and deserted from their long path known as the Road To Glory.... AJ would hold Kurt tighter by his waist looking up into his eyes as she spoke.
{"Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton
This can't go on any longer babe. Blade has won... can't we just move on from it now?!
Orton's eyes turned blood shot red and he looked down and pushed away from his own wife to walk down the hall and get ready to go out alone, with his back turned he would only say a few words to her.
"I never give up no matter how many times I lose. It could be 1 or 100 times but I do not give up... I have the heart of a lion and this lion will strike fiercely tonight. Blade has an offer he cannot refuse and i'll make sure he gets it through his thick fucking skull!"
AJ skipped down the hallway trying to catch up with him as the cameras faded off into the darkness, the crowd started cheering as they began to hear a familiar tune.
Orton would begin jogging out with AJ at his side, the crowd went crazy for their hometown hero as Steve Cruise introduced him.
{Steve Cruise}
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time... the duo of The "Prodigy's Princess" AJ Orton and her husband.. Newark's own ... "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton!!!
The duo after all of the commotion would reach the ring steps and taunt the crowd with the classic look-out taunt, acknowledging every "peep" in attendance before stepping into the ring and grabbing a microphone... AJ would balance herself in a cradling position on the ropes while Kurt would smile for his hometown crowd for the first time in over a year.
{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton
I could stand here all night and tell you all about my travels, my defeats and my short-comings but hey.. at least i'm not where other people hate my guts! I'm home. Home is where I can come out like this, all broozed up and battered still being able to pat my damn chest 3 times to know that at least each and everyone single one of you darling fans know me and respect me for who I am.
Home is here I can actually be nice to the commentators sitting at ringside, to Steve Cruise and hell even to the camera man in the corner recording all of this for ThyWWE.com. But as we are approaching Ascension 2013 in just a short matter of weeks... there is a certain monkey or "Future" I have to get off of my coattails.
The hometown crowd would stop him after his sentence to chant "Welcome Home" a few times but as loudly as they could, Kurt chuckled at the crowd's joy before revealing the surprise and it was hanging right above them.....
A Steel Cage.
Blade Lavigne, this is your challenge handed to you right now, next week right here live on Raw number 113... you and me will have a steel cage match not for a battle of who's better, not for a battle of who's the top dog... it's a battle for the man with the most blood, sweat and tears in what they love and that's for this whole company that Vince McMahon himself built.
Blade, this is a fight between not just two little boys but grown freaking men doing what they love, I'm still that dark, demented guy you bitch and whine about each weeek on why I face you and keep pushing you harder... but what you fail to freaking realize is...
AJ jumps outside the ring and whispers in a fan's ear, scared at what they might chant..Kurt turns around to hear them all chant two words. "AJ's Pregnant".
Kurt would walk away from the ring and give her a big hug, proud that he will be a father in the near future and as she pulls him in close for a kiss, she rips up an official copy of her contract which now turns her husband's joy into sadness.
Realize what Kurt?
He beat you three times! Just move on...Like I am. I'm doing this for us and the kid we are about to have, The road is something you need to walk upon by yourself and I can't stand in the way of that any longer... Focus on the rumble, I got Vince to allow you to enter the rumble at a good number. I can't ruined it for you and the fans so you and the rest of New Jersey will have to wait and see what number you will enter at..But Kurt...I'm quitting!
Kurt tries to get her to re-consider as he drops the mic, they walk to the back with him at his hands and knees begging her not to go. The show goes to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
Don Chuckles: Kurt Orton and AJ wins the drama of the year award! But I agree, he needs to move on and focus on the rumble this year. But I know something, after that fight, Kurt will not be getting laid anytime soon! Hahaha
Phil Latio: Funny Don, but during the break I received an email stating, and I quote, "Second 2013 Hall of Fame inductee will be announced after this next match!
Don Chuckles: I wonder who it could be! Any guesses Phil?
Phil Latio: It could be anyone, so I have no idea. But whoever it may be, will sure deserve it!
Don Chuckles: Up next we have returning Zak Shields taking on new comer Poco Dragonite!
Match Two: Zak Shields vs Poco Dragonite
Rule Britannia blares over the arena and the fans go wild. Zak steps out into the arena and the fans scream louder. He goes to each side of the ramp and holds his arms up to the fans. He walks to the middle of the ramp and he points to the ring.
Steve Cruise - "Ladies and Gentlemen introducing from Leeds, England. Zak Shields!"
With that Zak sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and he runs to the far corner and he jumps onto the middle rope and raises both arms to the fans and they go wilder. The music dies down as Zak jumps down from the rope.
Out next comes Poco Dragonite as the fireworks light up and the crowd begins cheering for him, Poco would acknowledge all of this while running down the ramp and jumping onto the steel steps... he lets out a big war cry before jumping over the ropes and listening top the referee's instructions.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell would ring loudly as Zak and Poco respectfully shake hands and circle the ring in a focused state but laughing, having a little fun while doing this all.
The men would begin throwing jabs at each other seeing which one of them would blink first.. neither has blinked so they go for a leg check techinque and Zak gets the upper hand, giving Poco an arm drag.
Poco smirks at Zak and returns the favor in a different form with a dropkick, some repeated ones to the jaw and Zak would try to block all 5 but Poco seemed to be just too much to handle right now seeing that Zak has now rolled to the outside.
Phil Latio: What a coward, rolling to the outside like that!
Don Chuckles: A coward? It was a smart move Phil! He needs to catch his breath!
Poco fllows him but soon get whipped into the steel steps shoulder firt, the two first timers began to lose all the smiles and giggles for battle... as Poco tries to get up, Zak dropkicks the left arm of Poco Dragonite even harder into the steel as the ref steps outside to yell at the British Brawler.
Poco uses the opening to dropkick Zak right into the ring apron, he then bashes his head into the steel post for good measure, upon rolling Shields into the ring... the count is made.
Phil Latio: This could be it!
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Don Chuckles: Wow, what a kick out!
Phil Latio: Poco is upset, but Zak showing guts and the will to continue!
Poco grabs his own hair and screams "3!" to the referee and he replies back saying "That was 2 Poco!"
Poco picks Zak up by the laces of his mask and kness him repeatedly in the mouth area before pulling off of him and thrusting at him with a running front kick to the chest causing Zak to catch his breath in the corner, after a few minutes of taunting to the crowd.
Poco chops himself in the chest and runs at Zak with a flurry of low kicks to the head area.
Poco feels the fury and roundhouse kicks Zak again in the head bringing him down to one knee before going for Mooregasm but Zak ducks it at the last second and knees him in the gut, a few seconds later he drops him hard on the back of the head with the Rule Britainia and immediately goes for the 3 count without warning.
Phil Latio: This is it Don! It's over.....
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Winner: Zak Shields via pinfall
Don Chuckles: What a return statement by Zak Shields. Poco gave his all but Shields found a way to keep pushing and pull away the victory!
Phil Latio: I am excited for Zak, and Poco did a good job as well. Both guys have a future in Thy WWE!
Don Chuckles: Phil...Now it is time to announce the second Hall of Fame inductee!
Phil Latio: Let's watch and see.
Those two and everone in the stadium stop staring at Zak Shields who is on top of the stage and now are focusing on the big screen.
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Don Chuckles: ITS BRIAN GUNN PHIL! LOOK!
Phil Latio: What a surprise! I was not expecting Brian Gunn to make it!
Don Chuckles: Well he has and I am happy for him!
The fans go wild as they see the graphic for Brian Gunn! They begin to chant BG BG BG BG over and over as the scene goes black and to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
After the show came back from commercial, all that could be seen was flowers all around the ring before the lights cut out immediately. All was black, no one could see anything. At first many thought that there may have been a power outage before suddenly a familiar voice was heard all over the speakers of the P.A. System. "Oooooh YEEEEEES!!!!" shouted Paul Bearer in a high shrively voice as the lights dimmed blue.
Phil Latio: Wait, that's..that's Paul Bearer!
Don Chuckles: That is! What's he doing here?
Smoke immediately filled the arena, and Paul Bearer was not far behind as he stood there at the stage, holding his precious urn. As usual, he gave a weird facial expression as his lips smooshed together and his eyebrows scrunched. He looked pale, and a big shade of blackness surrounded his eyes. He took his time, as he slowly made his way down the ramp and up the steel steps before making his way through the ropes and inside the ring. Once he made it inside, he went into the middle of the ring and smiled. With the wave of his hand upward, plenty druids showed up from the back carrying a casket as they chanted in ritual.
Phil Latio: A casket? This doesn't look good! I don't know about you but I'm getting quite uncomfortable right about now.
Don Chuckles: Well, it's good to know that I'm not the only one.
They slowly carried the casket to the ring before sliding it inside, and then making their way to the back. Once they were out of sight, everything got quiet and still, the lights remained the same. He walked over to the edge of the ring and he was handed a microphone. He then looked up at the large crowd that was around him and with a big smile upon his face, he began to speak.
.::.Paul Bearer||The Father of Destruction.::.
Phil Latio: Wait, that's..that's Paul Bearer!
Don Chuckles: That is! What's he doing here?
Smoke immediately filled the arena, and Paul Bearer was not far behind as he stood there at the stage, holding his precious urn. As usual, he gave a weird facial expression as his lips smooshed together and his eyebrows scrunched. He looked pale, and a big shade of blackness surrounded his eyes. He took his time, as he slowly made his way down the ramp and up the steel steps before making his way through the ropes and inside the ring. Once he made it inside, he went into the middle of the ring and smiled. With the wave of his hand upward, plenty druids showed up from the back carrying a casket as they chanted in ritual.
Phil Latio: A casket? This doesn't look good! I don't know about you but I'm getting quite uncomfortable right about now.
Don Chuckles: Well, it's good to know that I'm not the only one.
They slowly carried the casket to the ring before sliding it inside, and then making their way to the back. Once they were out of sight, everything got quiet and still, the lights remained the same. He walked over to the edge of the ring and he was handed a microphone. He then looked up at the large crowd that was around him and with a big smile upon his face, he began to speak.
.::.Paul Bearer||The Father of Destruction.::.
"Weeeelcome, weeeelcome to my Funeral Parlor! Come on in, I insist. We have so much in store for you tonight here in Ruthford, New Jersey. I have a special guest that I will introduce to you all in due time, but first I would love to take moment to admire this glorious casket. Oooh Yes, isn't it beautiful? Oh yes, indeed. It's hard to take my eyes off of it. Whoever ends up resting in this wonderful casket will be so lucky, I'm sure. I hope each and everyone of you in the back are paying close attention because, it is quite possible that this could very well be your final resting place. Oh but you don't have to worry, there's a pillow inside. It should be comfortable enough but if you're around my size, there's no problem there either. We got caskets in all shapes and sizes, each are professionally crafted just for you. Now allow me to introduce or should I say reintroduce to you my very special guest for tonight, he is The Phenom,THE UNDERTAKER!! OH YES, YES, YES, YES!!
Phil Latio: The Undertaker? He's here? He's really here?
Don Chuckles: Business is about to pick up!
The lights go out as the sound of a Gong is heard all over the P.A. System. The crowd goes wild. Another one is heard and the lights turn dark blue. Rest In Peace plays throughout all of the speakers and as smoke fills the entire area, The Phenom finally shows himself as he walks out from the back. He walks out with is spiked hooded robe and slowly makes his way down the ramp. As he walks he stares directly at his opponent. He doesn't blink nor does his facial expressions change. Paul Bearer continues to smile and nod as he waits for his Undertaker to make it to the ring. When he finally gets to the steps, instead of doing his usual, he just enters the ring and looks at Paul Bearer. He romoves his hood slowly before Paul Bearer holds up the urn with The Phenom finally, getting down on one knee in honor and respect to Paul Bearer. Bearer, with a smile of his face nods, complete with even stranger facial expressions. When The Undertaker finally stands back up, Paul Bearer continues to speak.
.::.Paul Bearer||The Father of Destruction.::.
Yes! Yes! Oooooh YEEEEES! No, you're eyes aren't deceiving you He's back, Oh yes! My Undertaker is back! He's returned to me at last! Now allow me to tell you why I'm really out here tonight. I'm here to issue each and everyone of you in the back a warning. You all must be aware of what the cause and effects are of stepping into the ring with my Undertaker. You all must be aware that once you are in his sights, there is no one that can save you. It is time that you all realize that there can only be one top superstar in Thy WWE, only one, WWE Champion. Brace yourself for your worst nightmares are coming true, OH YES!! Yes, indeed. He has himself set on what he wants and there is no one who can stop him from once again standing above all on the top of Thy WWE's mountain. Oh, I can see it now..the moment that my Undertaker presents to me each soul of every WWE Superstar! Oh Yes, that's a moment to look forward to with it all ending with my Undertaker holding thy WWE's Championship. That moment, That divine moment!"
Phil Latio: I really don't know what to think of this!
Don Chuckles: I do, if I were any of the superstars in the back, I sure as hell wouldn't take this as a joke!
Paul Bearer quiets down for a moment and looks up at The Undertaker as Bearer lifts the microphone up a little so that The Phenom could have his choice of words too. All was silent as they awaited to hear from the legendary icon. Without any further wait, The Deadman opened his mouth to finally speak.
.::.The Phenom||The Undertaker.::.
"One by one, victims will fall. I will take their soul and in the end I will stand tall. If you think that you're bold enough to stand before me, then so be it.....Just know, then when you step into these ropes, you're entering Hell's Gates. You will...Rest...In..PEACE!!..."
With that, The Undertaker rolls his eyes into the back of his head and we go to commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: My god, tell me that wasn't real!
Don Chuckles: I wish I could but the Undertaker is back in Thy WWE and I feel he has his eyes set on the Thy WWE Championship Phil!
Phil Latio: I feel sorry for GM Knight right now! Having a target on your back is bad enough but having a Phenom lerking in the back must be ten times worse!
Don Chuckles: Let's get to the next match Phil!
Match Three:
Profressor of Thuganomics (c) vs Dean Ambrose
Non Title
Non Title
Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our semi-main event of the evening! The debut of Dean Ambrose is next!
Don: He's got a tough opening bout here in Thy as he takes on Bob Cena...
Phil: Newly crowned IC Champion, Bob Cena!
Don: Don't remind me, Latio! Cena cheated his way to that Title and everybody knows it!
Phil: Cheated? The match had no rules, Don! How can you cheat when there are no rules to break?
Don: He's a coward, Latio... He had his friends come out and do his dirty work for him and because of that, Joey the Bastard and the Knights of the Round Table have been screwed!
***After the opening intro from the movie known as Dark Knight, Black Sheep by Saliva would hit the PA System and the crowd would begin booing as Dean Ambrose would make his way through the crowd which is something you don't see in ThyWWE.
Ambrose would now begin cracking his knuckles and taking his time down the arena steps performing some crazy motions towards the fans before jumping over the barricade.
The fans would continue to boo as Ambrose climbs up the steel steps, gets through the ropes and puts his fists up high in the air, he would now sit down in the corner waiting anxiously on his opponent.***
Phil: This guy gives me the creeps, Don...
Don: I like him! And I'll like him even better after he wipes the mat with Bob Cena right here tonight!
***'Unorthodox' by Wretch 32 feat. Example blasts around the arena as the fans erupt with boos for PoT. Bob Cena emerges from behind the curtain with his arms held out and his back turned to the fans, who are lobbing obscenities at him. Cena is wearing a red zipped up hoodie with "Cena" on the back of it, along with a pair of camo shorts. Beside him walks his friend Crack, who is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with a pair of grey Canterbury sweats. Cena high fives Crack and turns around to face the fans in attendance revealing his Intercontinental Championship around his waist, as the booing increases.
Steve Cruise:
Introducing from Belfast, Ireland. Weighing in at 230 pounds, the Intercontinental Champion, the 'Professor of Thuganomics'.............BOB.........CEEEEEEEEENNNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
The duo walk down the ramp as the fans throw things at them. Cena stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the fans in attendance, dropping to his knees. He looks to the ground and smiles before looking up and shouting out "BEST IN THE WORLD!" Cena gets to his feet, takes off hoodie and throws it towards Crack. Following this, he runs and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Cena takes the championship from around his waist and holds it up, whilst mouthing to the fans in attendence "Best in the world". After a few moments he hands the championship to Crack at ringside and walks to his corner.***
Phil: The Champ is here, Don!
Don: Aw, shut up, Latio...
Phil: I may not always agree with the way this young man does things, but I sure as hell respect him. Youngest World Champion in Thy WWE history, youngest IC Champ ever... He's a Triple Crown winner, and in fact, the youngest Triple Crown winner we've ever seen... This guy has more accolades to his name than most of the veterans around this place!
Don: Respect him all you want, Latio, but this kid is nothing but a weasel... An arrogant little puke, and from the sounds of it, these fans agree with me.
Phil: Agree with him or not... Cheer him or boo him... One thing is for sure, you have to respect Bob Cena!
Dean is still sitting in the corner, staring at Cena with a blank look on his face. Cena is staring at him from his own corner and chuckling a little bit. Dean pulls himself up as the ref calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
Dean cocks his head a little to the side as he approaches Cena. His hair is in his eyes as he gives Cena the crazy eyes. Cena laughs then slaps Dean across the face. The crowd ohhs as Dean shakes his head and dares Cena to do it again. Cena obliges with a smirk on his face. Ambrose takes the slap and starts to laugh like a mad man, begging for more...
Phil: What the heck is wrong with this guy, Don?
Don: Isn't it obvious, Latio? Cena hits like a girl!
Cena's smirk has faded as he frowns and slaps Ambrose in the face again. Ambrose takes the shots on the side of his cheek and rubs it while laughing in Cena's face. Cena has had enough. He winds up and clocks Ambrose in the jaw with a fist. Ambrose falls to the mat but gets right back up again and back in Cena's face...
Phil: Does he like the pain, or what? He's begging for more!
Don: It's like a little kid trying to take out a full grown man with a feather!
Cena winds up and goes for another strike, but Ambrose ducks. Cena turns around and Dean grabs his arm whipping him in to the ropes, but Cena reverses, sending Dean bouncing off. Cena goes for a clothesline and Dean ducks, bounces off again, back elbow from Cena misses. Ambrose off the ropes again and connects with a drop kick to the knees of Cena. Cena goes down hard as Dean is up and bounces of the ropes again. Cena doesn't see him coming, and Ambrose flat foot boots Cena square in the face. Ambrose flips out, lashing out at the ropes while the fans boo...
Phil: Is this guy insane? What's his deal?
Don: Kickin' Cena's ass is his deal, Latio... Are you blind? So, he's a little stange... So, he's a little messed up in the head... None of that will matter after Cena's shoulders get pinned to the mat!
Dean starts to stalk PoT with his hair hanging in front of face, hiding his eyes. PoT gets up, swinging wildly. Dean ducks a shot then boots Cena in the gut and drops him with a snap DDT...
Phil: Oh, what a vicious DDT!
Don: Beautiful move!
Dean doesn't go for the cover. Instead he grabs Cena by the chin and drives a knee in to his spine. Crack is on the outside, slapping the mat, trying to get his boy in to this match. Crack holds up the IC Title to show Cena, saying "This is you, baby! This is you!" Cena nods and starts to slam is fists on to the mat. Dean Ambrose grits his teeth, trying to keep Cena in the hold, but Cena proves to be too strong. Cena grabs Dean's hands and pulls them off of his chin. Then Cena pulls Dean forward over Cena's body, causing Dean to flip over on to his back. Cena up quckily and Dean charges. Drop toe hold take down from Cena. He goes for the Chain Lock Choke but Dean quickly scrambles to the ropes. Cena lets him up and Dean charges again. Hip toss from Cena. Dean up and Cena clotheslines him out of the ring as the crowd cheers a little bit...
Phil: Cena is fighting back, Latio... Looks like you might not get your wish tonight!
Don: Trust me, Latio... Cena is a chump. Dean Ambrose is winning this match tonight!
Dean is freaking out at ringside. PoT takes the refs attention and Crack sneaks up behind Dean Ambrose. He clubs dean across the back, and Dean's face goes blank. He turns around with crazy eyes as he cocks his head at Crack. Crack tires to apologize then makes a break for it. Dean makes chase as Crack sprints around the ring. Dean follows behind closely as Cena slides out of the ring. Crack turns a corner, followed by Dean, and Cena explodes in to the scene out of nowhere with a hard clothesline that knocks Dean off of his feet.
Phil: Veteran move from a man in his early twenties, Don!
Don: A coward is more like it.
Cena pulls Dean up as the ref starts the ten count. Cena whips Dean hard in to the barricade. Dean hits with a thud and Cena runs and clotheslines Dean in to the crowd. The ref has reached three in his count as Cena follows Dean in to the audience. The crowd is going wild as Cena socks Dean in the face. then Dean flies back with an elbow off the jaw. Cena stumbles back. The ref has left the ring and is yelling at them to get back in. Dean rushes Cena, but Cena ducks and flips Dean back over the barricade with a back body drop...
Phil: Right in to the referee! The referee is down out side the ring!
Don: Come on, Ambrose, you idiot! This is your chance!
Cena jumps back over the barricade and looks at the ref, chuckling to himself. He grabs Dean and slams him shoulder first in to the steel steps. Dean howls out, but a sick smile covers his face as begins to laugh the pain away...
Phil: I knew it! He likes the pain! He's sick!
Don: Why so serious, Latio?
Cena spots this and a look of confusion forms on his face. Dean is up, holding his shoulder, limping toward Cena. Cena rolls in to the ring, as does Ambrose. Cena drops an elbow on the base of the spine as Amrose enters. Cena bounces off the ropes as Crack is rolling the knocked out ref back in to the ring. Cena flies at Dean, catching him in the face a pair of flying knees. Dean stumbles back and bounces of the ropes right in to an F-U from Bob Cena! Cena with the cover...
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Don: 4........5........6 There's no ref! Haha!
Phil: 7... 8... The ref is still knocked out! Cena has this match won, dammit!
Cena looks down at the ref with disgust as he grabs him and starts to shake him around. Ambrose is slowly getting to his feet. he sneaks up behind Cena and grabs his head from behind... Dean sets Cena up for the Headlock Driver and goes to hit it...
Don: YES! Headlock Driver!
Phil: Cena held on! Dean Ambrose's face just bounced off the mat like a dodge ball!
Don: NO!
Crack slides the IC Title in to the ring and Cena grabs it. The ref is starting to come to. Dean is back up, groggily, and turns around. Cena smacks him in the face with the title!
Phil: Oh no, it had to come to this, didn't it?
Don: See what I mean when I say coward, Latio?
Cena goes for the cover... The ref slides over to slowly make the match ending three count...
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KICKOUT!
The crowd roars as Ambrose kicks out. Cena can't believe it... Crack can't believe it...
Phil: And Dean Ambrose has been busted wide open from that shot from Cena with the belt! And he's smiling, dammit! That sick son of a bitch is smiling!
Don: AHH! He IS crazy!
Dean has blood pouring from his forehead as he gets back to his feet. The ref is back up now. Crack up on the apron, and the ref goes over. cena smacks Dean in the head again, knocking him out for good this time...
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The crowd roars. Cena's jaw is wide is disbelief. The ref turns around. Cena is shaking his head at Dean Ambrose, telling him to stay down. A bloodied Dean Ambrose claws at the ropes, and tries to pull himself up. Cena yells at him to "stay the fuck down, you lunatic!" But Ambrose won't listen... "I'm warning you!" Cena yells out. Dean dares Cena to hit him again. Cena does just that with another wicked title shot to the head. the ref calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
Phil: Wait a minute, what?
Cena quickly rolls out of the ring and meets up with Crack. He dismisses Ambrose in the ring and they start to leave.
Winner: As a result of a disqualification... Dean Ambrose!
Ambrose's music hits as he lay motionless in the ring, bloodied and battered. Cena looks back down to the ring with a smirk on his face...
Phil: I don't how Cena can be proud of this... He lost the match!
Don: Just like I said he would, Latio! More proof of how much of a coward Bob Cena turly is... And that Crack... I hate Crack!
Phil: Dean Ambrose is an absolute mental case, but he took Cena to his mental limits here tonight. A win is a win, no matter how you slice it, and this win for Ambrose is huge. What a way to debut in a Thy WWE ring... A win over the newly crown Intercontinental Champion surely puts this guy up there in the hunt for a shot at the gold!
Don: And he's back up! How is he doing this, Latio?
Ambrose is leaning up against the ropes, with a grin on his face, motioning for Cena to get back in to the ring. The crowd is cheering loudly. Cena looks at Ambrose in amazement then starts to come back down to the ring. Then he stops and says... "You're fuckin' crazy, man." and turns around as the crowd boos him loudly. Cena and Crack walk up and leave through the curtain as the show cuts the commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Well, we are back and up next is our main event!
Don Chuckles: The War Bringer will be taking on the man who almost became WWE champion as Supremacy, Jacob Senn.
Phil Latio: Almost is the key word Don! Lets see if Senn can win here tonight. If he can rebound after losing like he did, that would be huge for him.
Don Chuckles: War Bringer has a big shot right in front of him. A win over Senn would do him wonders! We haven't really seen much of War Bringer lately.
Main Event:
The War Bringer vs Jacob Senn
The arena grows dark. Blood red lights beam down from the ceiling while the whole arena is basked in a dim golden glow. The titan tron flashing the scene of crows on a castle, before switching to an axe falling and then blood, blood that splattered the screen before the image of The War Bringer appeared. Throwing people across the ring, hitting finishers. The sound of Oblivion by 30 Seconds to Mars blasts over the P.A. System. Smoke pours down from above the walkway to backstage. The War Bringer was out slowly, dressed in a black hooded cloak decorated with golden thread. He holds a Mic in his right hand as he moves forward. As he reaches center stage He raises his arms. He stares around for a second from behind his hood. The sound of drums begin to beat through out the arena, As he throws his arms down and smashes his hands into his legs the sound of gunshots fire off as flames burst off across the stage, throwing his arms back into the air as his hood falls back. He throws his arms down again, followed by more gunshots and flames, this time to the closer before lifting them one last time and throwing them down, as he does so the flames fire of on either side of him. He lets out a war cry as the titan tron flashes “RUN”. He charges forward at a brisk pace, down the ramp. Ignoring the crowd until he reaches the outside of the ring. He paces back and forth for a second then using one foot for balance climbs onto the apron. He steps over the ropes with ease. He paces the ring before lifting the mic to his lips. ”I just wanted to say, Jacob. I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I bear you no ill and I hope you forgive.” He lowers the mic before throwing it out the ring. He moves to the top right corner and leans against the turnbuckle, watching the ramp.
"Savior" by Skillet plays and smoke begins to billow out onto the stage. We then see Jacob Senn arise from the bottom of the stage with his arms extended with massive ovation from the crowd. When he is completely on the stage, we see Jacob Senn look up and give a devilish smirk to the crowd. He walks down the ramp as he hears the cheers and approval from the crowd, as he panders to the crowd and slaps their hands. He begins to walk up the steps and then walks the apron. He stops and does his signature taunt as he then enters the ring. He walks to the center of the ring, does his signature taunt again and then goes to the corner to wait.
Senn takes a second to question War Bringer on his statement. The exchange of words is unheard to for the audience but Bringer only shakes his head and looks for the bell to ring.
Ding, ding.
Bringer and Senn lock eyes and begin with walking sideways in a circle, inching toward each other. The War Bringer sticks out his hand offer to shake Jacob. Jacob is wear and bats it away shaking his head. Bringer tries again and Senn sticks out his hand to shake Bringers, the two men shake once and the hands drop instantly. The War Bringer smiles and points to Senn, using his other hand to gesture to the crowd to cheer. They seem shocked at this display but a few cheers and boos break out.
Don: “I have n-…”
He breaks off as Bringer stares at him and lifts finger to his lips, gesturing for him to shush. Clearly there is going to be no commentary for this match. Jacob takes his chance and strikes at Bringer. Punching upward he hits the chin of War Bringer. Who moves his head to the side slightly, as a smirk crosses his face? Another strike from Senn to the other side of Bringers jaw. War Bringer lets out a bark, as he laughs at Senn. They lock eyes as Bringer swings his massive right hand against Senn’s skull. Senn jitters slightly as another blow connects. They both pause and look at each other.
Silence now echoing through out the arena. The 6 foot 4 Senn steps forward looking up into the face of the man 6 inches taller them him, snarling. The two seem to be getting angrier and angrier as the seconds tick by. No one moves for a good 5, maybe 6 seconds before Senn shoves Bringer back. He stumbles slightly before being met with a clothesline. Bringer stumbles slightly and rests against the ropes. He snorts before charging forward and throwing his shoulder into Senn’s chest. The two men fall toward the canvas, Bringer forward rolls back to his feet but Senn using his smaller size to be quick jumps up. They begin circling each other again before Senn runs forward and lands a well aimed dropkick to Bringers chest.
He stumbles back and is forced to drop to one knee. The look on his face questions for a second what is happening before he gets back to his feet, only to be met with a second dropkick, this time to the side of the head. Bringer drops to his side, now leaning on his arm and one leg. He tries to focus but is met with a low round house kick to his side and again to his chest. Bringer tries to catch his breath and shake it off but he can’t seem to bring himself to get back to his feet. He stares up at Senn who is bouncing off the opposite ropes. Using this to his advantage he runs forward and meets Senn as he turns. Lifting him onto his shoulders he hits a Samoan drop.
Senn is on the canvas catching his breathe as Bringer is back on his feet, shaking his head furiously, letting out his War cry he runs forward and slams his foot against Senn’s leg. Targeting it as he grabs hold of it and locking his leg around it before yanking Senn into an angle lock. Senn grips the ropes quickly and gets to his feet. Breathing heavy he runs forward smashing his forearm into Bringers face. Bringer falls back into the turnbuckle as Senn goes for his signature. He executes a Lock of Salvation. Going quickly for the pin. Bringer punches Senn in the Jaw and sits up. He pushes Senn away across the canvas and gets up. Bringer begins to shout at Senn who is clutching his head.
Bringer lets out another War Cry and pulls Senn up by his hair. He wraps his hands around Senn’s shoulders and holds him in place before smashing his head, not once, not twice but three times against Senn’s forehead, displaying a perfect: On Trial. He then places a hand on Senn’s throat and lifts him up before throwing him down into the mat executing The Slaughter. Bringer slumps down and covers Senn. He gets a 1 count before Senn kicks out. Bringer gets to his feet roaring at the the crowd who are watching in silent awe. He turns only to have Senn grab him by his neck and drop, hitting a neck breaker. Senn takes his time to recover, watching The War Bringer constantly out the corner of his eye. He catches his breathe and walks over to Bringer, landing a few strong stomps. Senn jumps up the turnbuckle and taunts, a few fans cheer but it isn’t until Senn hits Revelation that the fans erupt. No one caring for heels or faces anymore. This match was a test of will and power. Senn goes for the Cover.
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KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: That was a close one Phil!
The two men seem to be drained already but they both force themselves up. They charge at each other. Bringer goes for a big boot but Senn is too fast and ducks, he catches Bringer leg and lifts him and falls backwards. Bringer moves his hands in a circular motion as he falls forward and crashes into the mat. He grabs hold of Bringers leg again and locks him in an ankle lock. Bringer lets out a sharp yell of pain, gripping against the canvas he raises his hand as if to tap but out of nowhere. The tron explodes with flames. Senn looks up but doesn’t let go of Bringers leg. A hooded figure with a large staff walks out onto the stage. He looks down at the ring and watches. Unsure of what to do Senn tightens his grip on Bringers ankle and twists it further. Bringer lets out another yell but takes notice of the figure himself. He yanks himself forward, letting out a loud war cry he throws his hand around the rope.
Senn drops the ankle and comes in with a quick and swift kick to Bringers side and then again. Bringer ignores the pain and gets to his feet, gingerly putting weight on the hurt ankle. He is smashed on the back of the head with punches by Senn but he ignores it. He turns and stares into the eyes of Senn. Senn continues to throw punch after punch. Bringer spit blood onto the floor after Senn lands a heavy hook to his jaw. ”I’m sorry.” Bringer lays a hand on Senn’s shoulder and throws him back, charging forward quickly he lands a big boot to the side of Senn’s face. Senn falls looking knocked out. Bringer looks at the stage and the figure in the hood. He nods as the figure sticks it’s hand out, a thumb raised. It quickly spins the hand round. A gesture, the oldest gesture, the one of the leader telling his victor to finish it, to execute.
Bringer turns slowly letting out a long, loud cry. The War Cry. The crowd goes silent in confusion as he steps over Senn. He lays his hands on Senn’s hair and back. He pulls him up, holding the slightly limp body of Senn. Bringer lifts him and hits The Execution. Senn hits the mat hard and doesn’t seem to move. Bringer places his foot onto Senn’s chest and raises his arms.
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Winner: The War Bringer
The War Bringer uses his foot to roll Senn out of the ring and pushes him off the apron. He turns to the hooded figure and stares. Leaning against his staff he reaches inside his cloak and pulls out a mic. ”A long time ago, I led an army of men under the rule of my king. Arthur. He was a good king, a wise king but like all good, wise men, he was pushed aside. He lost his kingdom and he fell to the men he had once put his faith in. I am his loyal wizard, Merlin and I return with one warning. War has come to Thy WWE. So run, everybody. Run! Because The War Bringer is my loyal brother in arms and he will do as my will commands. Do not stand in our way. Or we will bring the end.” He raises his arms to his hood; gripping hold of it he lowers it. Only to reveal a face unknown to the fans but one that would mean a lot to the locker room itself. The famous trainer and manager. Sydney King.
The War Bringer climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms in victory. He shouts to the fans ”War is RAW”.
Phil Latio: What a statement made by War Bringer tonight. Thy WWE roster, look out! WAR is RAW...WAR is RAW.
The show for the first time in history cuts to only static.
Show ends
Show ends
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Thanks goes out to all the writers. We didn't have many no shows this time around which is a good sign.
Guys, three reviews before I post RAW 113 card!
Thanks goes out to all the writers. We didn't have many no shows this time around which is a good sign.
Guys, three reviews before I post RAW 113 card!
