Post by Vince McMahon on Oct 10, 2013 23:01:59 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents:
Raw 116
Live at Gillete Stadium, Delaware
Phil Latio: Welcome to RAW 116! I am Phil Latio.
Don Chuckles: And I am Don Chuckles.
Phil Latio: So, Wilson won the Ascension Royal Rumble. What a superstar he has unfolded to be!
Don Chuckles: And he just began his career Phil! Watch out Knight!
Phil Latio: Yes! But let us start the show!
Match 1: Ducati Mami Vs Demmie Mae (c)
TV Title Match
Demmie Mae comes out from the back as her music hits she makes her way down the ramp and stops at the ring. She heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring she makes her way towards her respective turnbuckle and awaits for her opponent.
As the lights go off and the lasers flash around the arena, we hear Daft Punk's "Derezzed" playing. As soon as the synths hit in, out comes the Ducati Mami, riding her namesake motorcycle and clad in a motorcycle helmet and leather from head-to-toe, with only the upper chest exposed. After revving the engine up again a few times to the crowd's mixed reaction, the Mami drives in full force around the ring, making about three laps before parking her bike by the announce table. Running to the ring just as fast, the Mami poses still clad in her black leather for the crowd before pumping up for her match. The referee then signals for the bell to be rung for the match to get underway.
Ding Ding Ding.
Demmie Mae and Ducati head towards each other in the center of the ring. The start of by Trading blows. Ducati lands a few hard lefts but Demmie retaliates with a few hard right handed punches. Ducat teeters backwards and Demmie follows it up with a clothesline. Ducati hits the canvas with a thud. Ducati attempts to get back up but as she tries to get up though Demmie wastes no time and plants her with a big DDT that sends her crashing down to the canvas again. Demmie starts mud hole stomping her and then mounts her and unleashes a volley of left and right handed punches. Demmi Mae gets up and raises her hands in the air taunting her opponent and attaining approval from the crowd. Ducati staggers to her feet but as she does Demmie mae locks in the Mantenga sueño del dragon She cinches in the dragon sleep as Ducati begins to frail frantically. Demmie takes her to the mat and Ducati taps the canvas three times. The referee signals for the bell.
Winner via Tap Out: Demmie Mae
-------
COMMERCIAL
-------
Match 2: Jesse Neal vs Jacob Senn
The show comes back from the commercial break and Jesse Neal is already in the ring. Jumping up and down, he looks focused.
Phil Latio: And Jesse Neal at the last minute, offered to take Sting's place in this match up.
Don Chuckles: Jacob Senn announced that this will be his last match in Thy WWE. He will be missed.
Phil Latio: I agree, too bad he never won the world title like he wanted to.
"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.
Suddenly an outburst chant begins.
THANK YOU SENN! CLAP CLAP CLAP THANK YOU SENN! CLAP CLAP CLAP
The bell goes off to start the match.
Ding Ding
The two men immediately lock up, with Neal quickly overpowering Senn and shoving him down to the mat. Neal begins to stomp on Senn, in a disrepected manner. Neal cocks a grin and picks up Senn.
Senn throws an elbow into Neal's gut and comes with an impact DDT. Senn rolls up and Neal gets up onto one knee. Senn runs at the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Neal out of nowhere comes flying up with a big boot. Senn drops holding his face.
Neal goes for a quick cover.
1.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2...............
....KICKOUT!
Neal picks up Senn and kicks him in the mid-section. Neal lifts Senn up into the air and looks for a power bomb. Which doesn't happen. Senn wiggles out of the move and slides down Neal's back and hits a quick neck breaker.
Senn rises and picks up the right arm of Neal. Senn places his right knee into the arm of Neal and comes dropping down on top of the arm. Neal grabs his arm in pain and you can hear him grunt loudly.
Senn picks Neal up and wrenches the same arm he just dropped on. Senn kicks Neal in the stomach and irish whips Neal into the ropes. Neal runs back towards Senn, as Senn hits a Spear.
Phil Latio: It's over.
Senn lays on top of Neal and goes for the victory.
1
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: Jacob Senn!
Phil Latio: What a match! Senn wins his last match in Thy WWE!
Don Chuckles: So impressive, it's ashame Senn never had the chance to hold a world title.
Senn looks around the stadium. Eyes tearing up. Senn whipes his eyes and waves to the crown. He nods his head and the show goes to commercial as the crowd begins to chant.
THANK YOU JACOB THANK YOU JACOB, THANK YOU SAVIOUR!
----------
COMMERCIAL
-----------
Match 3: Eva Marie vs Triana
"U + Ur Hand" by Pink starts to play through out the stadium and the crowd gets to feet to welcome Triana from the back with a good ovation. She appears from behind the curtain with a smile. She poses at the top of the ramp then waves to the crowd before beginning her trek down the ramp to ringside. She slaps hands with the fans at ringside then goes up the steps and into the ring. The music dies down as Triana streches out her legs in her corner.
Phil Latio: Well, folks, the ladies are doing double duty here tonight. Earlier this evening we saw The Television Champion, Demmi Mae take on another newcomer in Ducati Mami...
Don Chuckles: Yeah, and Miss Mae wiped the floor with Ducati!
Phil: Hmm... Well, now we have a couple of other newcomers going at it once again. Triana has been doing well since her debut her in Thy, and looks to keep that momentum going after a great performance in this year's Ascension Rumble.
Don: Yeah, I'll admit that... She the best of all the women's division in Thy WWE. She even eliminated a couple guys!
Phil: That;s right, Don, and now she's in the ring, preparing for her match, streching out those hamstrings. This girl has some powerful kicks, Don...
Don: She sure does! I know I wouldn't want to get kicked in the head by Triana. Eva Marie is gonna have her hands full tonight, that's for damn sure!
Phil: Speak of the devil, here she comes...
Eva Marie comes out from the back. She doesn't get much of a reaction from the crowd aside from the usual cat calls from the men in the audience. She gives them a sour look as she passes by and slides in to the ring.
Phil: This will be Eva's first match here in Thy WWE.
Don: Yeah, well, it will probably be her first loss as well... Triana is just too hot to handle right now. Look at her, she's not phased one bit. She's all smiles tonight, Latio...
Phil: You're right, Don, Triana is fun and the fans have taken a liking to her, but you can't underestimate her toughness either...
The ref checks with both women and they say they're ready so the ref calls for the bell and the match is under way...
*DING DING DING*
The smile disappears off of Triana's face and she looks all business going forward. The two of them circle eachother for a few seconds before locking up in the center of the ring. Triana quickly grabs Eva by the head and gets her locked in a side headlock. She wrenches the neck of Eva as Eva struggles to break free. She pushes Triana up against the ropes and shoves her off. Triana runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. Eva goes for a weak looking clothesline which Triana ducks. Eva turns around in to a beautiful spinning heel kick from Triana to a pop from the crowd. Eva goes down.
Phil: What a powerful kick to the skull from Triana!
Don: See? That's what I was talking about, Latio. Watch out for those kicks!
Phil: I'm not arguing with you, Don.
Triana pulls Eva up and Irish whips her into the ropes. Eva off the ropes and in to an hurricanrana from Triana. Eva back up and gets arm dragged back down to the mat. Triana quickly wraps up Eva's arm in to a hammerlock. Eva is face down with Triana applying the pressure on top of her.
Phil: I'd like to point out that not only are Triana's legs and feet a powerful weapon, but she also possesses an extensive mat wrestling background as well.
Don: They don't need you to point that out, Latio... The proof is in the ring!
Triana let's go of the hold and spins around on the back of Eva as the crowd laughs and Triana gives Eva a quick cuff to the back of the head. Triana gets to her feet, laughing with the crowd as Eva gets up angry...
Phil: Uh oh, Eva's mad. The fiery redhead is mad!
Don: YES!
Eva charges Triana, blinded with rage and embarrassed. Triana catches her with a low kick to the back of the leg. Then a middle kick to the side of Eva's midsection. Eva stumbles back and then charges again. Triana spins around and connects with a spinning back kick to the gut of Eva Marie. Eva goes down on one knee, holding her stomach, the wind knocked out of her. Then she charges again. This time Triana rolls Eva up with an inside cradle. The ref moves in to position quickly.
1...
2...
Kickout!
Phil: That was a close one, Don! Eva Marie really needs to take a deep breath here...
Don: Right you are, Latio... Eva is just rushing in and charging Triana like a mad woman. She needs some sort of strategy if she wants to one up Triana, because this head on attack just won't do it!
Triana is up before Eva. Eva once again goes at Triana head on and Triana easily dodges and catches Eva's arm, taker her down to the mat and rolling her in to a Fujiwara arm bar. The crowd roars as Eva panics and starts to thrash around on the mat. Triana can't get the hold locked in quite right, and when she finally does, Eva reaches out with one of her legs and touches the bottom rope. The ref tells Triana and Triana let's the hold go right away...
Phil: Eva Marie is running out of chances... She's lucky that Triana is such a good sport. A lot of people would have kept that arm bar cinched in for as long as they could before the ref stopped the match.
Don: No doubt, but Triana doesn't have to resort to cheap tactics like that against Eva Marie. Eva doesn't stand a chance. This is like a cat toying with a mouse before it finishes the mouse off for good.
Eva is up and shakes her arm before turning around in to a scoop slam from Triana. Eva back up and Triana with a teep kick to the gut. Eva leans over and Triana grabs her, sets her up, and snaps her hard to the mat with a hard snap suplex. Triana with the float over for the pin...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Don: Just stay down, Eva... You don't stand a chance! It's embarrassing...
Triana feels the same way. She looks down at Eva with a look of pity on her face. Triana helps Eva up and Eva rakes the eyes of Triana. The crowd boos as Eva hits Triana in the back a few times before whipping her in to the ropes. Triana's face is beet red as she bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. Triana off the ropes again this time ducking a back elbow. Triana off the ropes a final time and leaps up, wrapping her legs around Eva's head, and spinning her around multiple times with a tilt-a-whirl head scissor takedown. Eva flies out of the moves and hits her face on the top turnbuckle. She leans up against the corner while Triana calls to the crowd for support. the crowd cheers loudly as Triana runs over and jumps up on Eva in the corner, then flips Eva across the ring with a monkey flip...
Phil: That last sequence of moves from Triana was thing of beauty!
Don: Triana is the stuff dreams are made, Latio!
Phil: I don't think you're her type, Don...
Don: yeah, we'll see about that...
Eva is down in the ring as Triana goes up to the top rope. She does a spinning movement with her hands as the crowd gets loud in anticipation...
Don: Watch this, Latio!
Triana jumps off and flips through the air 450 degrees before landing on the stomach of Eva Marie knees first to a huge pop from the crowd.
Phil: My God, what a move!
Don: First Impressions, Latio... First Impressions...
Triana back to her feet. Eva struggles to her feet while clutching her stomach. Triana grabs Eva and lifts her up on to her shoulders back first. Triana spins her around then drops Eva with a reverse death valley driver...
Phil: L-O-L! Triana with the L-O-L!
Don: It's over.
Phil: Triana with the cover now...
1...
2...
3!!!
*DING DING DING*
Winner: TRIANA
The crowd cheers as the ref raises Triana's hand in victory as her music plays. Triana looks proud of the victory and she thanks the fans for their support by giving them some applause as well.
Phil: A strong showing from Triana tonight!
Don: Dominating, Latio... The word is dominating...
Phil: Well, Demmi Mae better keep an eye on Triana because she might have some competition as the Queen B of Thy WWE if Triana keeps on going like this...
Don: Whoa, I wouldn't go that far, Latio...
Phil: We'll be back after this, folks... I've just gotten word that Joey the Bastard is on his way out the ring next!
The camera cuts to the back as we see JTB walking with one crutch for support. He looks happier than he's ever looked before...
Don: What's with him?
******************************
COMMERCIAL
******************************
We come back from commercial to an unfamiliar bass riff ripping through the stadium in Delaware. Soon the vocals kick in to "Sound System" by Operation Ivy and Joey the Bastard bursts through the curtain to a huge ovation from the crowd. JTB looks confident, and for the first time in a long time, he seems geniunely happy. He nods his head to the crowd and to the music before making his way down the ramp with one crutch supporting his right leg. He gingerly makes his way up the steps and enters the ring and starts to thrash around the ring to the music to the delight of the fans in attendance. He winces in pain as his leg is damaged but he won't let that stop him. he starts head banging with his freshly dyed shaggy hair. Jean cut offs, but the leather is gone. Just a multi colored band t-shirt and a chain around his neck complete with padlock. JTB grabs the mic from Steve Cruise and stands in the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down. They eventually do, and JTB speaks for the first time since the Rumble...
JTB: You know, I'm a little surprised at your guys' reaction to me coming out here... I mean, for the passed year, I've been a complete... And I apologize to the censors for this... But, I've been a complete dick all year! An asshole! And to come out here in front of you guys after all that crap and for you to welcome me like that... It really means a lot... I'm not gonna lie. I'm not gonna hide behind a hard exterior anymore. It's brought me nothing but heart ache...
The crowd shows their appreciation to The Bastard. He was never one with apologies, and they understood what he was trying to get across...
JTB: You guys catch the Rumble last week?
Crowd: YEAH!
JTB: Yeah, man, that was killer... Twenty six eliminations! You see that shit? I tore the freakin' house down! Eighty minutes I spent in that ring, tossing Thy WWE's finest and SCW's worst over the top rope left and right, and for the first time since I came back to Thy WWE I had fun...
The crowd is eating this up. This is a side of Joey the Bastard that they have never seen before... It's kinda weird, isn't it?
JTB: I had fun because I was doing what I love to do. I was in this ring doing what I do best, and yeah, I came up one man short, but I started the match as the first man in, and I out-lasted thirty-eight other guys to be the runner up. That's a feat in itself! Nobody's gonna beat eighty minutes... Nobody's gonna beat twenty-six eliminations... Not in a million years! Those are some Gretzky-esque numbers right there...
Some members of the crowd cheer at the name of Wayne Gretzky, others don't really care.
JTB: Just some Canadian guy... Hockey player. Eats lot's of donuts, and poutine like all Canadians do...
The crowd laughs as The Bastard goes on...
JTB: Now, even though I didn't win the Rumble... I'm proud to come out here in front of everybody here and in the back and tell you that The Bastard is back! Not that sham of a man living in a castle with butlers and servants and all that garbage... Joey the Bastard... The man... the myth... THE MOST HARDCORE SONOVABITCH IN THY WWE TODAY!
Crowd: YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
JTB: But, it's a bittersweet sort of deal... See, my leg here? Yeah, it's messed up... It's messed up bad. And, I know the cool thing to do would be to suck it up and keep fighting the good fight, but I just can't do that...
The crowd boos a little in disappointment...
JTB: I know, I know, it sucks... But, I wanna be at the top of my game to entertain you guys, and the guys in the back, too... If I risk further injury, then what? I could do irreversable damage to myself, and my career could very well be over... This is the most important God damn thing I have in my life these days! Not the money... Not the status... Not the glitz and glamour.... Just competing inside the squared circle, bringing the fans to their feet whether they're cheering me on, or booing me out of the building... And, I'll admit it... It's nice to hear the sounds of cheers for once...
The Bastard laughs as the crowd cheers again...
JTB: the Knights...
Crowd: BOOO!!!
JTB: Yeah, we deserve that... We took this place by storm... We were unstoppable... But it came with a price. We knew exactly what we were doing. We were taking this place over because we could... There was no real goal... Just to take control, and control is what he had... We were a poison, and I can lie all I want about how we were the best thing to happen to Thy WWE, but I'm done with the lying... the Knights are the worst thing to ever happen to Thy WWE...
Crowd: YEAH!
JTB: And I'm gonna make it my mission to bring the Knights back to the top, but not like before. The Knights were once a group of honor and virtue, and I'll do my damndest to rectify the mistakes that we've made here in Thy WWE... And I'm just as much to blame as the rest of them... Hell, I'm probably responsible for more crap around here than any body else... It was always about me. What I wanted... I wanted to be the top guy, and for a brief period... I was the top dog here in Thy... But, it left a sour taste in my mouth... I was sacrificing the company for my own personal gain... I was holding the other guys in the back down because of my own disgusting, beefed up ego, and now that I look back on my behavoir... It makes me sick my damn stomach! It's makes me wanna puke!
The crowd agrees, and let's The Bastard hear it...
JTB: From now on... I just wanna have fun, that's all... No more backstage politics... No more holding the shows hostage... I'm still the biggest, baddest bastard in town... But, a more down to earth bastard, so to speak... And with you... My band of hooligans! Along for the ride... Things can only go up from here, because, quite frankly... I've hit rock bottom. But, I quit drinking...
A good supporting reaction from the crowd...
JTB: Thanks. yeah, I've been clean for about three weeks now, and I've never felt better. My mind is clear... I don't feel sick all the time any more... I still smoke, but we'll take things one step at a time... But, the most important thing to me is to get back on track and start paying attention to what matters most... You guys...
The crowd cheers... A warm fuzzy feeling...
JTB: Awwwww... I know right? Lame. But, I'm not ashamed... I'm sure the guys in the back will...
The Bastard is cut off by the sound of Beno's music blaring through the arena. The crowd begins to boo as Beno comes out from the back carrying his Thy WWE Tag Team Championship. Oddly enough, The Bastard didn't bring his out tonight. Beno looks confused, and a little angry as he storms down the ramp and enters the ring. JTB greets him with a friendly hello, but Beno snatches the mic out of The Bastard's hand.
Beno: What the hell is going on in your head? What's with all this happy guy garbage? This isn't you... You're a killer... You're a Knight!
JTB smirks a little as he grabs another mic from Cruise.
JTB: Hey, Beno... How are things?
Beno: You know damn well how things are! The Knights don't have the title... You lost! It was up to you to get the title back...
JTB: Yes, that's right, it was up to me wasn't it? I mean... After you lost to Christian Knight, it was... Yeah, it's my fault...
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Beno: That's beside the point...
JTB: Hold up, Been-eater... I dunno if you've been hit on the head too many times and can't quite make that out, but all these people here tonight... Think you suck!
Crowd: YEAH!
Beno isn't bothered by it. He stares The Bastard in the eyes...
Beno: I don't give a damn what these people think of me... And neither should you... Since when do you care about them?
JTB: Did you not just see the last five minutes of me talking out here? I'm starting to think you have taken too many shots to the head...
Beno: Your insolence is sickening... How dare you disrespect me like that... I'm the King! The King of Camelot! The King of Thy WWE! Your King...
JTB: Let me stop you right there, Killer B... Sure, you're the King of Camelot... You're welcome, by the way... And you may very well be the King of Thy WWE...
Beno nods with a smug look on his face.
JTB: But, by no means, are you my King...
Beno's demeanor doesn't change. He just stares The Bastard down for a few seconds before bringing the mic to his mouth...
Beno: I will not tolerate this, not even from you... Now, do what's best for you, and bow down to your King!
The Bastard chuckles a little bit as the crowd screams "NO! Don't do it!"
JTB: You want me to bow down to you, eh? EH??
Beno nods his head, looking as smug as ever. The Bastard starts to get down on one knee as the crowd begins to boo. Then they pop big time as The Bastard rolls out of the ring and starts to walk away shaking his head...
JTB: Not gonna happen, B-man... Not gonna happen.
Beno now looks pissed off...
Beno: Don't you walk away from me! I made you! I'm the reason why you rose up the ranks! ME! You aren't shit with out me! GET BACK...
JTB: AhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....
JTB & Crowd: SHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!
JTB: The only people I bow down to from now on, are me, myself and I... And these people!
Yay.
JTB: And if you got a problem with that... We can either discuss it in the back, or we can do like men do and take this up in the ring... I got a screwed up leg, but I'll be damned if I let some washed up former champ try and bully me around!
Beno looks a little taken a back by what The Bastard just said. JTB approaches the ring with his one crutch helping to keep him off of his leg...
Beno: No...
JTB shrugs and starts to hobble away...
Beno: Not while you're in a weakened state... But, rest assured, if you EVER disrespect me like that again... In front of all these peasants!
Boo.
Beno: Next time you won't be so lucky... I forgive you... Your King forgives you...
The Bastard looks up at beno with a WTF? look on his face...
JTB: Pfft... Whatever dude...
JTB's music hits again as he heads up the ramp, moshing around a little bit as the crowd cheers. JTB stops and points at the ring and at Beno with a smirk on his face before disappearing in to the back leaving Beno in the ring with a sneer on his face...
-------
COMMERCIAL
-------
Match 4: Sir Luscious Leftfoot vs. Mr. Swag-A-Licious vs. Mentally Ill vs. B-Zero
(Elimination Match)
The signing of B-Zero to SCW alumnus B-Zero to Thy WWE has generated a ton of buzz, but not necessarily the kind of buzz a company wants. B-Zero is like the little prick kid who accosts the captain of the football team back in high school, gets the crap kicked out of him for running his mouth, and then tries to act like the victim and get sympathy from anybody who will listen. Words like “overrated”, “narcissist”, “ego-maniac”, “delusional”, “pedophile” and my personal favorite of “whiny bitch” have all been associated with this man, but yet he admirably continues to conduct himself the same as always, not once bending, listening or even considering the legitimacy of public opinion. Does that make him courageous, or does that make him a tool? You decide that as we see him emerge from the entrance way without any theme music. Zero chose a theme song when he signed his contract, but rumors have been swirling that Zero has caved into pressure and decided to run away and tuck his head into the sand after this match is all over, so a quitter gets no theme song. And as for the lovely diva that he claimed was representing him; let’s be honest, all the money in the world couldn’t sway a chick to find this disgusting sloth of a man to be even remotely desirable. He comes down the ramp and gets inside of the ring as nobody in the arena seems to even care.
“Touch My Body” by Mariah Carey then starts to blast out over the speakers and the fans actually cheer for once as they see the trio of Mr. Swag-A-Licious, Sir Luscious Leftfoot and Mentally Ill emerge from the back, with Ill’s girlfriend Rashanda very slowly trailing behind them, nibbling on her trademark turkey leg. Ill seems to be more amused with smacking Rashanda’s breast fat and watching it sway back and forth like a pendulum as they all slowly get down the ramp as the music stops. Zero looks at Rashanda from inside the ring and starts to get wide eyed with admiration as two of his three competitors roll inside of the ring while Ill remains on the outside, continuing to play with Rashanda’s fat jiggle. Rashanda then reaches down into her abyss like cleavage and pulls out a shiny quarter and tosses it in the ring which causes Ill to fetch like a dog. Zero also steps towards the quarter which causes Ill to bark and growl like a ferrel dog as he lashes as Zero and starts to frantically open hand slap him.
“MY SHINY BUDDA”
“NNNNNNNNNNNO!”
The referee chuckles and just waves his hand as Zero falls down and cowers in the fetal position while Ill continues to slap him. Swag then takes a look at Leftfoot and sees that he is not wearing brown pants like Swag is.
“Where yo brown pants my mans!”
“I gots you dem shits so we could rock the Brown Pride my mans!”
Leftfoot then calmly says that Zero robbed him and stole his pants which causes Swag to let out his own animal noise and start in on the slap beat down of B-Zero. Zero then looks over and sees Rashanda tearing into her turkey leg on the outside and starts to roll toward her to get away from the slap barrage raining down on him. Getting to the outside of the ring, Zero brushes himself off, tucks his butch flannel shirt into his spandex looking pants and tries to make his best impression on Rashanda. Meanwhile in the ring, Ill and Swag both look legitimately lost as they know they want to keep slapping, but can’t seem to comprehend that Zero left the ring. Ill then smacks the ring, and giggles when he hears the sound it makes. Swag then smacks the mat harder, and then Ill and Swag become instantly enamored with the drum like sounds that smacking the mat makes and then the two of them start to get down like they are on an African safari.
On the outside of the ring we see Zero start to fume as Rashanda continues to ignore him.
“I am B-Zero! Divas love me! Girls love me god damn it! By the power of Pepperoni and Cheese Hot Pockets, you will look at me and YOU WILL LOVE ME!”
Zero then slaps the turkey leg out of Rashanda’s hand.
Uh oh.
You do not mess with Rashanda’s turkey leg.
Like a charging elephant, we hear Rashanda roar with rage as she grabs B-Zero by the face and looks at him with love for a second before she starts to bite his nose. Zero flails his arms and screams like a little girl until Rashanda lets go, we can now see tears in Zero’s eyes as Rashanda picks up her turkey leg and bops Zero over the head with it. He falls backward onto the apron and gets pulled into the ring by Luscious Leftfoot. Leftfoot then snaps his fingers and we see Swag and Ill stop their safari rain dance. Leftfoot then turns Zero over and points for Ill and Swag to ascend the turnbuckles, proclaiming it a copycat game, we see Ill giggle with excitement as he jumps to the other side, mirroring Swag’s every move. When Swag jumps off for a Brown Pants Splash, we see Ill jump off for one as well, they land on Zero seconds apart and then Leftfoot tells them to cover him. Dropping down himself we see all three of Thy’s comedic characters cover Zero at the same time—1…..2…..3
The referee then just decides to wave the bell and proclaim the match to be over.
Loser: B-Zero
The show then goes to a commercial break as security comes down to the ring and forcibly removes B-Zero while the dancers do what they do best…and dance as the fans cheer.
-----
COMMERCIAL
-----
Match 5: Hardkore Comley Vs Dean Ambrose
The bell rings as Dean quickly rushes to Comley, sending a knee straight to Comley’s head. Dean kneels down as he hammers away at the forehead of Comley, obviously not wasting any time once so ever. Dean picks Comley up off of his feet, sending a hard right hand to the face of Comley. He follows up with a knee straight to Comley’s gut with him bent over slightly. Dean then irish whip him to the ropes. Dean catches Comley as he hits a belly to back suplex with devastating force. An “Ooo” sound comes directly from the THY WWE crowd while they watch on in admiration.
Phil Latio: Look at the domination by Dean in the early going! He certainly isn’t playing any type of games.
Don Chuckles: Of course not. He wants to win after being a failure for the last couple of weeks… Wouldn’t you have something to prove?
Dean lifts Comley off of his feet, irish whipping him as Dean hits Comley with a big boot straight to his face. Dean then gets Comley up but Comley slaps Dean with harshness. He then follows it up with a spinning punch with aggression. He then hits a capture suplex with impact, having his head bounce completely off the mat. Comley stands up and he stomps on the already downed Dean. Comley picks up Dean by the head as he lifts him over his shoulder and delivers a massive Oklahoma Slam. Comley runs to the ropes as he sends a knee directly to Dean’s temple. He then gets Dean up, quickly serving up an arm drag.
Phil Latio: What power by Hardkore Comley!
Don Chuckles: It’s power versus power. Only time can tell as to who will win this one!
Hardkore Comley gets Dean up off of his feet as he then grabs Dean’s waist. Comley then lifts him up fgr a powerful belly to belly suplex, floating over for a quick cover.
1…
2…
Dean kicks out as Comley picks him up by the head. Dean then kicks him in the stomach harshly. He then positions himself for a vertical suplex with massive aggressive. Dean gets up as he sends an elbow right to Comley’s chest. He lifts Comley up off of his feet as he introduces a power slam right towards Comley which is meant with increasing impact. And the crowd is going absolutely nuts due to the attack at hand. Dean grabs Comley as he then hits a half nelson suplex with massive force. And Dean simply feels the momentum that was coming his way.
Phil Latio: Dean is looking to turn this match around!
Don Chuckles: I actually was beginning to become worried to be perfectly honest with you.
Dean gets Comley up as he hits a neckbreaker with speed and impact. Dean runs to the ropes, running as he hits a splash on top of Comley. Dean picks up Comley by the head as he hits a massive dragon suplex, which has Comley’s head and neck bounding off the mat. Dean then falls over and makes a cover to Comley.
1…
2…
Comley kicks out as Ambrose gets him up. Dean then hits a massive spinebuster with force. Comley arches his back as he feels the pain. Dean then gets Comley up as he sets up for a Samoan Drop but Comley reverses it into a massive DDT. Both men are down as the referee simply begins to count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
Both men stir and get up on their feet. Dean lands a right hand over to Comley with aggression. Comley comes back and he lands a right hand of his own. Both men go back and forth until Comley gets the upper hand. He then hits a swinging neckbreaker with speed and impact. Comley gets Dean up off of his feet. Now it’s his turn to hit a belly to belly suplex that was meant with force behind the move. Comley then gets Dean up, Irish whipping him to the north turnbuckle. Comley goes over to the turnbuckle and he seats Dean there. He then runs up and he grabs Dean. He then hits the T-Bone Suplex from the turnbuckle with speed and it hit with force.
Phil Latio: What a series of suplexes by Comley! It’s clearly evident that he wants to win!
Don Chuckles: He could’ve ended it when he had the chance. And now, it could possibly come back to haunt him.
Comley crawls over and he quickly goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Dean rolls his shoulder up and Comley obviously seems to be frustrated. Comley picks up Dean but Dean goes behind him and quickly hits a German suplex with massive force. Dean struggles to stand right back up as he positions himself accordingly. Dean then gets Comley up as he smirks. Ambrose punches Comley and staggers him against the ropes. Dean then clotheslines him over the top rope and his momentum takes him right over. Both men land on their feet slugging away at each violently. The referee looks at the competitors and yells at them to get in the ring!! As both men take turns slamming each other into the barricade in an all-out brawl, the referee has no choice to begin to count them out.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Suddenly, ‘The Charm’ interrupts the referee’s count as Scott Wilson appears on the entrance stage. Dean Ambrose is distracted for a split second, which allows Comley to kick him in the gut, and execute a deadly ‘Judgment Slam’. Comley picks up the limp Ambrose and rolls him into the ring and follows. Comley makes sure Dean is lying flat on the canvas before springing to the ropes and coming back with the intention of hitting a splash. Dean Ambrose shows his true heart and manages to get the knee up, and Comley lands on his Dean’s knee full force. The camera pans back to the entrance stage to see Scott Wilson standing there. He is observing this match very carefully. Back in the ring, we are witnessing Dean laying punches into Hardkore Comley in an attempt to get the momentum shifted his way. Ambrose tries for a short arm clothesline attempt.
Hardkore Comley narrowly dodges a clothesline attempt by Dean Ambrose. He forcefully turns Dean to turn around to face him and rakes his eyes, blinding him for the moment. Comley takes this time to recover. Hardkore Comley, taking note at the opportunity to end this madness, springs to the ropes and comes back with his arm outstretched and aiming for Dean Ambrose’s throat. Comley drops Dean with an insane clothesline that turns him inside-out. The crowd is behind Comley as he is looking to get the win here. He grabs the limp Ambrose and fixes his legs to balance on the ropes while Comley holds his head in a DDT form. Comley looks out into the crowd one last time before dropping Dean’s skull directly into the canvas, executing Comley’s signature move, The Dead End. Comley quickly covers Ambrose.
1!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
3!
Ding Ding Ding!
Winner: Hardkore Comley
Don Chuckles: And Hardkore Comley picks up a questionable victory here, ladies and gentlemen!
Phil Latio: Questionable? He won the match fair and square. There is no denying that!
Don Chuckles: Without the distraction from Scott Wilson, Ambrose would have never got distracted.
Phil Latio: Well, maybe it is his fault for being distracted so easily! Anyways, Comley picks up an impressive win tonight. We’ll be right back with more Raw is War!
---------------
COMMERCIAL
--------------
Main Event: Scott Wilson vs "The Professor" Bob Cena
Submission Match
The guitar rift of "The Charm" by Unearth blasts through the PA system as Scott Wilson steps out from the backstage area. His hood is over his head and he is trying desperately to hide his face. He walks to the ring with no fanfare and slides underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring. Getting back to a standing position he makes his way towards his perspective turnbuckle as he awaits for his opponent to come out.
Don Chuckles – “Look at Scott, Phil you can see his body took a beating in the rumble. He shouldn’t be out here fighting tonight he should be at home resting.”
Phil Latio – “You know I think for once we agree. Scott came out with the victory at the rumble and he really doesn’t look at ease in the ring right now.”
Scott limps ever so slightly across the bottom area of the ring waiting for Bob to appear. '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 attendance "Best in the world". After a few moments he hands the championship to Crack at ringside and walks to his corner eyeing up Scott. Steve exits the ring and the bell is rung. Scott and Bob start to circle each other, they lock up and they use their strength to push against one another. Bob with the slight advantage pushes Scott to the ropes. The ref calls for the lock up to be let go. Both me release the hold and Bob comes in with a quick right hand to the face of Scott followed quickly with a left. Bob pushes Scott against the ropes and throws him to the other side of the ring. Scott bounces back and Bob close lines Scott to the mat.
Phil Latio – “I don’t fancy Scott’s chances tonight.”
Don Chuckles – “Don’t dis-count him too soon. He out lasted 39 other men in that rumble.”
Back in the ring Bob has Scott in the corner landing multiple lefts and rights. He lifts up Scott onto the top turnbuckle and he follows him up and drops him back down with a supplerplex. Bob picks up Scott again and he gives him a forearm smash followed by a quick impact DDT. Bob wanting to end the match quickly locks in the ChinLock Choke in the middle of the ring.
Phil Latio – “Scott has to hold on.”
Don Chuckles – “Come on Scott, Fight it!”
Scott looks for a way out. His arm is raised in the air fighting the will to tap out. Scott slowly pulls himself to the closest rope. Just as he is about to grab the bottom rope Bob releases the hold and pulls Scott to the middle of the ring again. As he is about to try the lock again Scott rolls over and he kicks out at bob and gets him in the gut. Bob staggers backwards as Scott makes it to his feet. Scott runs at Bob and drops him with a flying forearm smash. Both men roll out of the ring. Scott beats Bob to his feet and he pulls Bob to his feet. Scott lands a fierce right hook to the head of Bob then he irish whips him to the corner post. Bob slumped over the post is trying to catch his breath as Crack is shouting encouragement from the far side. Scott then runs up and jumps into the body of Bob squashing him between his own body and the ring post.
Phil Latio – “Scott is on the offensive.”
Don Chuckles – “What a fight back from Scott.”
Scott rolls Bob back into the ring and Scott climbs the ring post up to the top turnbuckle. Bob is slowly rolling around trying to catch his breath. Scott waits for the right moment and he jumps and connects with a moonsault. Both men roll about the ring in pain as the ref checks on them both. Scott gets to his knees and he takes his chance and he locks in a camel clutch. Bob’s face is red with pain but he still refuses to give up. Scott locks in the hold even more but Bob’s determination stops him from giving in. Scott is ordered to release the hold. Scot complies but he lands a boot to the back of Bob’s head. Bob clutches his head and collapse on the floor. Scott picks up Bob and he scoop slams him back onto the mat. Scott plays to the fans as he recives a mixed reaction. Bob is on his hands and knees as Scott runs to kick him in the gut Bob reacts and he grabs his leg and locks in an ankle lock. The fans go wild as Scott fights the pain. The ref is at Scott’s face asking him if he gives up. Scott shakes his head his pride refusing him to tap out. Bob locks in the lock even tighter and Scott screams in pain even more. Scott somehow manages to turn his body and with his free leg he kicks bob in the face busting hid nose wide open. With blood running down his face Bob drops back into a corner. Scott makes it to the ropes and he pulls himself up. Scott with his one good leg limps over to Bob and he starts to lay right fists to Bob’s head.
Phil Latio – “Bob is busted wide open. This isn’t a fair fight anymore.”
Don Chuckles – “But Scott has only one good leg. Seems all fair to me.”
Scott picks up Bob and he gives him a quick hip toss. The impact causes Scott to lose his balance and he drops to his knees. Scott grabs his damaged ankle and he gives it a quick massage to try and get some feeling back into it. Bob on the other side of the ring has made it to his feet. Bob rushes at Scott and tries to superkick him in the skull but Scott steps to the side and drops Bob with a neckbreaker. Bob rolls around holding his neck as Scott continues to hold his ankle. Scott gets to his feet and he limps over to Bob and he picks him up by his hair Scott pushes Bob against the ropes and he delivers an almighty slap to Bob’s exposed chest. Bob hit the deck holding his chest. Scott raises both arms to the crowd and again the reaction is slightly mixed. Scott not wanting to waste anymore time picks Bob up again and he irish whips Bob to the opposite side of the ring. Bob bounces back to Scott but Bob takes the momentum and he flying forearm smashes Scott to the mat. Bob jumps to his feet and he starts to slam his boots into Scott’s ribs. Bob noticeing his chance turns his attention to Scotts wounded ankle. Bob drags Scott by the leg to a nearby rope and he rests the injured ankle on the bottom rope. Bob looks around the arena with a menacing look and he jumps and lands his entire weight onto Scott’s ankle.
Phil Latio – “What a sick move by Bob!”
Don Chuckles – “What a SMART move by Bob!”
Bob picks Scott up and they both start to exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Bob makes for a wild swing at the Scott But Scott ducks and he delivers a Russian leg sweep onto Bob. Bob and Scott both get back to their feet in quick succession and they continue to exchange blows. Scott goes for a wild smash onto Bob but this time Bob ducks and Scott connects with the Ref knocking him clean out. Bob points and laughs at Scott. Scott takes no shit and grabs Bob’s arm and locks in the Crossface putting pressure on Bob’s busted nose. Bob unable to take it anymore starts to tap out. But the bell isn’t rung. The ref out cold on the floor is un aware of Bob tapping out. Within second though a second ref is seen sprinting to the ring as Bob continues to tap. The fresh Ref call for the bell!
Winner: SCOTT WILSON!!!!!!!!!!!!
-------------------------------
Three Reviews Before RAW 117 Card
Thanks goes out to everyone who wrote something for the show.
Sorry for the lazy results, I am tired as fuck and I don't feel like coding everything.
So, the Match and Winner is bold and it's centered so, don't complain.
If I missed anything, Ken just add or whatever.
Again, Three Reviews Needed before RAW 117 Card can be posted.
Alright, I am going to bed. Night. Enjoy the show.
Raw 116
Live at Gillete Stadium, Delaware
Phil Latio: Welcome to RAW 116! I am Phil Latio.
Don Chuckles: And I am Don Chuckles.
Phil Latio: So, Wilson won the Ascension Royal Rumble. What a superstar he has unfolded to be!
Don Chuckles: And he just began his career Phil! Watch out Knight!
Phil Latio: Yes! But let us start the show!
Match 1: Ducati Mami Vs Demmie Mae (c)
TV Title Match
Demmie Mae comes out from the back as her music hits she makes her way down the ramp and stops at the ring. She heaves himself up and rolls under the bottom rope. After getting into the ring she makes her way towards her respective turnbuckle and awaits for her opponent.
As the lights go off and the lasers flash around the arena, we hear Daft Punk's "Derezzed" playing. As soon as the synths hit in, out comes the Ducati Mami, riding her namesake motorcycle and clad in a motorcycle helmet and leather from head-to-toe, with only the upper chest exposed. After revving the engine up again a few times to the crowd's mixed reaction, the Mami drives in full force around the ring, making about three laps before parking her bike by the announce table. Running to the ring just as fast, the Mami poses still clad in her black leather for the crowd before pumping up for her match. The referee then signals for the bell to be rung for the match to get underway.
Ding Ding Ding.
Demmie Mae and Ducati head towards each other in the center of the ring. The start of by Trading blows. Ducati lands a few hard lefts but Demmie retaliates with a few hard right handed punches. Ducat teeters backwards and Demmie follows it up with a clothesline. Ducati hits the canvas with a thud. Ducati attempts to get back up but as she tries to get up though Demmie wastes no time and plants her with a big DDT that sends her crashing down to the canvas again. Demmie starts mud hole stomping her and then mounts her and unleashes a volley of left and right handed punches. Demmi Mae gets up and raises her hands in the air taunting her opponent and attaining approval from the crowd. Ducati staggers to her feet but as she does Demmie mae locks in the Mantenga sueño del dragon She cinches in the dragon sleep as Ducati begins to frail frantically. Demmie takes her to the mat and Ducati taps the canvas three times. The referee signals for the bell.
Winner via Tap Out: Demmie Mae
-------
COMMERCIAL
-------
Match 2: Jesse Neal vs Jacob Senn
The show comes back from the commercial break and Jesse Neal is already in the ring. Jumping up and down, he looks focused.
Phil Latio: And Jesse Neal at the last minute, offered to take Sting's place in this match up.
Don Chuckles: Jacob Senn announced that this will be his last match in Thy WWE. He will be missed.
Phil Latio: I agree, too bad he never won the world title like he wanted to.
"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.
Suddenly an outburst chant begins.
THANK YOU SENN! CLAP CLAP CLAP THANK YOU SENN! CLAP CLAP CLAP
The bell goes off to start the match.
Ding Ding
The two men immediately lock up, with Neal quickly overpowering Senn and shoving him down to the mat. Neal begins to stomp on Senn, in a disrepected manner. Neal cocks a grin and picks up Senn.
Senn throws an elbow into Neal's gut and comes with an impact DDT. Senn rolls up and Neal gets up onto one knee. Senn runs at the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Neal out of nowhere comes flying up with a big boot. Senn drops holding his face.
Neal goes for a quick cover.
1.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2...............
....KICKOUT!
Neal picks up Senn and kicks him in the mid-section. Neal lifts Senn up into the air and looks for a power bomb. Which doesn't happen. Senn wiggles out of the move and slides down Neal's back and hits a quick neck breaker.
Senn rises and picks up the right arm of Neal. Senn places his right knee into the arm of Neal and comes dropping down on top of the arm. Neal grabs his arm in pain and you can hear him grunt loudly.
Senn picks Neal up and wrenches the same arm he just dropped on. Senn kicks Neal in the stomach and irish whips Neal into the ropes. Neal runs back towards Senn, as Senn hits a Spear.
Phil Latio: It's over.
Senn lays on top of Neal and goes for the victory.
1
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: Jacob Senn!
Phil Latio: What a match! Senn wins his last match in Thy WWE!
Don Chuckles: So impressive, it's ashame Senn never had the chance to hold a world title.
Senn looks around the stadium. Eyes tearing up. Senn whipes his eyes and waves to the crown. He nods his head and the show goes to commercial as the crowd begins to chant.
THANK YOU JACOB THANK YOU JACOB, THANK YOU SAVIOUR!
----------
COMMERCIAL
-----------
Match 3: Eva Marie vs Triana
"U + Ur Hand" by Pink starts to play through out the stadium and the crowd gets to feet to welcome Triana from the back with a good ovation. She appears from behind the curtain with a smile. She poses at the top of the ramp then waves to the crowd before beginning her trek down the ramp to ringside. She slaps hands with the fans at ringside then goes up the steps and into the ring. The music dies down as Triana streches out her legs in her corner.
Phil Latio: Well, folks, the ladies are doing double duty here tonight. Earlier this evening we saw The Television Champion, Demmi Mae take on another newcomer in Ducati Mami...
Don Chuckles: Yeah, and Miss Mae wiped the floor with Ducati!
Phil: Hmm... Well, now we have a couple of other newcomers going at it once again. Triana has been doing well since her debut her in Thy, and looks to keep that momentum going after a great performance in this year's Ascension Rumble.
Don: Yeah, I'll admit that... She the best of all the women's division in Thy WWE. She even eliminated a couple guys!
Phil: That;s right, Don, and now she's in the ring, preparing for her match, streching out those hamstrings. This girl has some powerful kicks, Don...
Don: She sure does! I know I wouldn't want to get kicked in the head by Triana. Eva Marie is gonna have her hands full tonight, that's for damn sure!
Phil: Speak of the devil, here she comes...
Eva Marie comes out from the back. She doesn't get much of a reaction from the crowd aside from the usual cat calls from the men in the audience. She gives them a sour look as she passes by and slides in to the ring.
Phil: This will be Eva's first match here in Thy WWE.
Don: Yeah, well, it will probably be her first loss as well... Triana is just too hot to handle right now. Look at her, she's not phased one bit. She's all smiles tonight, Latio...
Phil: You're right, Don, Triana is fun and the fans have taken a liking to her, but you can't underestimate her toughness either...
The ref checks with both women and they say they're ready so the ref calls for the bell and the match is under way...
*DING DING DING*
The smile disappears off of Triana's face and she looks all business going forward. The two of them circle eachother for a few seconds before locking up in the center of the ring. Triana quickly grabs Eva by the head and gets her locked in a side headlock. She wrenches the neck of Eva as Eva struggles to break free. She pushes Triana up against the ropes and shoves her off. Triana runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. Eva goes for a weak looking clothesline which Triana ducks. Eva turns around in to a beautiful spinning heel kick from Triana to a pop from the crowd. Eva goes down.
Phil: What a powerful kick to the skull from Triana!
Don: See? That's what I was talking about, Latio. Watch out for those kicks!
Phil: I'm not arguing with you, Don.
Triana pulls Eva up and Irish whips her into the ropes. Eva off the ropes and in to an hurricanrana from Triana. Eva back up and gets arm dragged back down to the mat. Triana quickly wraps up Eva's arm in to a hammerlock. Eva is face down with Triana applying the pressure on top of her.
Phil: I'd like to point out that not only are Triana's legs and feet a powerful weapon, but she also possesses an extensive mat wrestling background as well.
Don: They don't need you to point that out, Latio... The proof is in the ring!
Triana let's go of the hold and spins around on the back of Eva as the crowd laughs and Triana gives Eva a quick cuff to the back of the head. Triana gets to her feet, laughing with the crowd as Eva gets up angry...
Phil: Uh oh, Eva's mad. The fiery redhead is mad!
Don: YES!
Eva charges Triana, blinded with rage and embarrassed. Triana catches her with a low kick to the back of the leg. Then a middle kick to the side of Eva's midsection. Eva stumbles back and then charges again. Triana spins around and connects with a spinning back kick to the gut of Eva Marie. Eva goes down on one knee, holding her stomach, the wind knocked out of her. Then she charges again. This time Triana rolls Eva up with an inside cradle. The ref moves in to position quickly.
1...
2...
Kickout!
Phil: That was a close one, Don! Eva Marie really needs to take a deep breath here...
Don: Right you are, Latio... Eva is just rushing in and charging Triana like a mad woman. She needs some sort of strategy if she wants to one up Triana, because this head on attack just won't do it!
Triana is up before Eva. Eva once again goes at Triana head on and Triana easily dodges and catches Eva's arm, taker her down to the mat and rolling her in to a Fujiwara arm bar. The crowd roars as Eva panics and starts to thrash around on the mat. Triana can't get the hold locked in quite right, and when she finally does, Eva reaches out with one of her legs and touches the bottom rope. The ref tells Triana and Triana let's the hold go right away...
Phil: Eva Marie is running out of chances... She's lucky that Triana is such a good sport. A lot of people would have kept that arm bar cinched in for as long as they could before the ref stopped the match.
Don: No doubt, but Triana doesn't have to resort to cheap tactics like that against Eva Marie. Eva doesn't stand a chance. This is like a cat toying with a mouse before it finishes the mouse off for good.
Eva is up and shakes her arm before turning around in to a scoop slam from Triana. Eva back up and Triana with a teep kick to the gut. Eva leans over and Triana grabs her, sets her up, and snaps her hard to the mat with a hard snap suplex. Triana with the float over for the pin...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Don: Just stay down, Eva... You don't stand a chance! It's embarrassing...
Triana feels the same way. She looks down at Eva with a look of pity on her face. Triana helps Eva up and Eva rakes the eyes of Triana. The crowd boos as Eva hits Triana in the back a few times before whipping her in to the ropes. Triana's face is beet red as she bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. Triana off the ropes again this time ducking a back elbow. Triana off the ropes a final time and leaps up, wrapping her legs around Eva's head, and spinning her around multiple times with a tilt-a-whirl head scissor takedown. Eva flies out of the moves and hits her face on the top turnbuckle. She leans up against the corner while Triana calls to the crowd for support. the crowd cheers loudly as Triana runs over and jumps up on Eva in the corner, then flips Eva across the ring with a monkey flip...
Phil: That last sequence of moves from Triana was thing of beauty!
Don: Triana is the stuff dreams are made, Latio!
Phil: I don't think you're her type, Don...
Don: yeah, we'll see about that...
Eva is down in the ring as Triana goes up to the top rope. She does a spinning movement with her hands as the crowd gets loud in anticipation...
Don: Watch this, Latio!
Triana jumps off and flips through the air 450 degrees before landing on the stomach of Eva Marie knees first to a huge pop from the crowd.
Phil: My God, what a move!
Don: First Impressions, Latio... First Impressions...
Triana back to her feet. Eva struggles to her feet while clutching her stomach. Triana grabs Eva and lifts her up on to her shoulders back first. Triana spins her around then drops Eva with a reverse death valley driver...
Phil: L-O-L! Triana with the L-O-L!
Don: It's over.
Phil: Triana with the cover now...
1...
2...
3!!!
*DING DING DING*
Winner: TRIANA
The crowd cheers as the ref raises Triana's hand in victory as her music plays. Triana looks proud of the victory and she thanks the fans for their support by giving them some applause as well.
Phil: A strong showing from Triana tonight!
Don: Dominating, Latio... The word is dominating...
Phil: Well, Demmi Mae better keep an eye on Triana because she might have some competition as the Queen B of Thy WWE if Triana keeps on going like this...
Don: Whoa, I wouldn't go that far, Latio...
Phil: We'll be back after this, folks... I've just gotten word that Joey the Bastard is on his way out the ring next!
The camera cuts to the back as we see JTB walking with one crutch for support. He looks happier than he's ever looked before...
Don: What's with him?
******************************
COMMERCIAL
******************************
We come back from commercial to an unfamiliar bass riff ripping through the stadium in Delaware. Soon the vocals kick in to "Sound System" by Operation Ivy and Joey the Bastard bursts through the curtain to a huge ovation from the crowd. JTB looks confident, and for the first time in a long time, he seems geniunely happy. He nods his head to the crowd and to the music before making his way down the ramp with one crutch supporting his right leg. He gingerly makes his way up the steps and enters the ring and starts to thrash around the ring to the music to the delight of the fans in attendance. He winces in pain as his leg is damaged but he won't let that stop him. he starts head banging with his freshly dyed shaggy hair. Jean cut offs, but the leather is gone. Just a multi colored band t-shirt and a chain around his neck complete with padlock. JTB grabs the mic from Steve Cruise and stands in the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down. They eventually do, and JTB speaks for the first time since the Rumble...
JTB: You know, I'm a little surprised at your guys' reaction to me coming out here... I mean, for the passed year, I've been a complete... And I apologize to the censors for this... But, I've been a complete dick all year! An asshole! And to come out here in front of you guys after all that crap and for you to welcome me like that... It really means a lot... I'm not gonna lie. I'm not gonna hide behind a hard exterior anymore. It's brought me nothing but heart ache...
The crowd shows their appreciation to The Bastard. He was never one with apologies, and they understood what he was trying to get across...
JTB: You guys catch the Rumble last week?
Crowd: YEAH!
JTB: Yeah, man, that was killer... Twenty six eliminations! You see that shit? I tore the freakin' house down! Eighty minutes I spent in that ring, tossing Thy WWE's finest and SCW's worst over the top rope left and right, and for the first time since I came back to Thy WWE I had fun...
The crowd is eating this up. This is a side of Joey the Bastard that they have never seen before... It's kinda weird, isn't it?
JTB: I had fun because I was doing what I love to do. I was in this ring doing what I do best, and yeah, I came up one man short, but I started the match as the first man in, and I out-lasted thirty-eight other guys to be the runner up. That's a feat in itself! Nobody's gonna beat eighty minutes... Nobody's gonna beat twenty-six eliminations... Not in a million years! Those are some Gretzky-esque numbers right there...
Some members of the crowd cheer at the name of Wayne Gretzky, others don't really care.
JTB: Just some Canadian guy... Hockey player. Eats lot's of donuts, and poutine like all Canadians do...
The crowd laughs as The Bastard goes on...
JTB: Now, even though I didn't win the Rumble... I'm proud to come out here in front of everybody here and in the back and tell you that The Bastard is back! Not that sham of a man living in a castle with butlers and servants and all that garbage... Joey the Bastard... The man... the myth... THE MOST HARDCORE SONOVABITCH IN THY WWE TODAY!
Crowd: YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
JTB: But, it's a bittersweet sort of deal... See, my leg here? Yeah, it's messed up... It's messed up bad. And, I know the cool thing to do would be to suck it up and keep fighting the good fight, but I just can't do that...
The crowd boos a little in disappointment...
JTB: I know, I know, it sucks... But, I wanna be at the top of my game to entertain you guys, and the guys in the back, too... If I risk further injury, then what? I could do irreversable damage to myself, and my career could very well be over... This is the most important God damn thing I have in my life these days! Not the money... Not the status... Not the glitz and glamour.... Just competing inside the squared circle, bringing the fans to their feet whether they're cheering me on, or booing me out of the building... And, I'll admit it... It's nice to hear the sounds of cheers for once...
The Bastard laughs as the crowd cheers again...
JTB: the Knights...
Crowd: BOOO!!!
JTB: Yeah, we deserve that... We took this place by storm... We were unstoppable... But it came with a price. We knew exactly what we were doing. We were taking this place over because we could... There was no real goal... Just to take control, and control is what he had... We were a poison, and I can lie all I want about how we were the best thing to happen to Thy WWE, but I'm done with the lying... the Knights are the worst thing to ever happen to Thy WWE...
Crowd: YEAH!
JTB: And I'm gonna make it my mission to bring the Knights back to the top, but not like before. The Knights were once a group of honor and virtue, and I'll do my damndest to rectify the mistakes that we've made here in Thy WWE... And I'm just as much to blame as the rest of them... Hell, I'm probably responsible for more crap around here than any body else... It was always about me. What I wanted... I wanted to be the top guy, and for a brief period... I was the top dog here in Thy... But, it left a sour taste in my mouth... I was sacrificing the company for my own personal gain... I was holding the other guys in the back down because of my own disgusting, beefed up ego, and now that I look back on my behavoir... It makes me sick my damn stomach! It's makes me wanna puke!
The crowd agrees, and let's The Bastard hear it...
JTB: From now on... I just wanna have fun, that's all... No more backstage politics... No more holding the shows hostage... I'm still the biggest, baddest bastard in town... But, a more down to earth bastard, so to speak... And with you... My band of hooligans! Along for the ride... Things can only go up from here, because, quite frankly... I've hit rock bottom. But, I quit drinking...
A good supporting reaction from the crowd...
JTB: Thanks. yeah, I've been clean for about three weeks now, and I've never felt better. My mind is clear... I don't feel sick all the time any more... I still smoke, but we'll take things one step at a time... But, the most important thing to me is to get back on track and start paying attention to what matters most... You guys...
The crowd cheers... A warm fuzzy feeling...
JTB: Awwwww... I know right? Lame. But, I'm not ashamed... I'm sure the guys in the back will...
The Bastard is cut off by the sound of Beno's music blaring through the arena. The crowd begins to boo as Beno comes out from the back carrying his Thy WWE Tag Team Championship. Oddly enough, The Bastard didn't bring his out tonight. Beno looks confused, and a little angry as he storms down the ramp and enters the ring. JTB greets him with a friendly hello, but Beno snatches the mic out of The Bastard's hand.
Beno: What the hell is going on in your head? What's with all this happy guy garbage? This isn't you... You're a killer... You're a Knight!
JTB smirks a little as he grabs another mic from Cruise.
JTB: Hey, Beno... How are things?
Beno: You know damn well how things are! The Knights don't have the title... You lost! It was up to you to get the title back...
JTB: Yes, that's right, it was up to me wasn't it? I mean... After you lost to Christian Knight, it was... Yeah, it's my fault...
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Beno: That's beside the point...
JTB: Hold up, Been-eater... I dunno if you've been hit on the head too many times and can't quite make that out, but all these people here tonight... Think you suck!
Crowd: YEAH!
Beno isn't bothered by it. He stares The Bastard in the eyes...
Beno: I don't give a damn what these people think of me... And neither should you... Since when do you care about them?
JTB: Did you not just see the last five minutes of me talking out here? I'm starting to think you have taken too many shots to the head...
Beno: Your insolence is sickening... How dare you disrespect me like that... I'm the King! The King of Camelot! The King of Thy WWE! Your King...
JTB: Let me stop you right there, Killer B... Sure, you're the King of Camelot... You're welcome, by the way... And you may very well be the King of Thy WWE...
Beno nods with a smug look on his face.
JTB: But, by no means, are you my King...
Beno's demeanor doesn't change. He just stares The Bastard down for a few seconds before bringing the mic to his mouth...
Beno: I will not tolerate this, not even from you... Now, do what's best for you, and bow down to your King!
The Bastard chuckles a little bit as the crowd screams "NO! Don't do it!"
JTB: You want me to bow down to you, eh? EH??
Beno nods his head, looking as smug as ever. The Bastard starts to get down on one knee as the crowd begins to boo. Then they pop big time as The Bastard rolls out of the ring and starts to walk away shaking his head...
JTB: Not gonna happen, B-man... Not gonna happen.
Beno now looks pissed off...
Beno: Don't you walk away from me! I made you! I'm the reason why you rose up the ranks! ME! You aren't shit with out me! GET BACK...
JTB: AhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....
JTB & Crowd: SHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!
JTB: The only people I bow down to from now on, are me, myself and I... And these people!
Yay.
JTB: And if you got a problem with that... We can either discuss it in the back, or we can do like men do and take this up in the ring... I got a screwed up leg, but I'll be damned if I let some washed up former champ try and bully me around!
Beno looks a little taken a back by what The Bastard just said. JTB approaches the ring with his one crutch helping to keep him off of his leg...
Beno: No...
JTB shrugs and starts to hobble away...
Beno: Not while you're in a weakened state... But, rest assured, if you EVER disrespect me like that again... In front of all these peasants!
Boo.
Beno: Next time you won't be so lucky... I forgive you... Your King forgives you...
The Bastard looks up at beno with a WTF? look on his face...
JTB: Pfft... Whatever dude...
JTB's music hits again as he heads up the ramp, moshing around a little bit as the crowd cheers. JTB stops and points at the ring and at Beno with a smirk on his face before disappearing in to the back leaving Beno in the ring with a sneer on his face...
-------
COMMERCIAL
-------
Match 4: Sir Luscious Leftfoot vs. Mr. Swag-A-Licious vs. Mentally Ill vs. B-Zero
(Elimination Match)
The signing of B-Zero to SCW alumnus B-Zero to Thy WWE has generated a ton of buzz, but not necessarily the kind of buzz a company wants. B-Zero is like the little prick kid who accosts the captain of the football team back in high school, gets the crap kicked out of him for running his mouth, and then tries to act like the victim and get sympathy from anybody who will listen. Words like “overrated”, “narcissist”, “ego-maniac”, “delusional”, “pedophile” and my personal favorite of “whiny bitch” have all been associated with this man, but yet he admirably continues to conduct himself the same as always, not once bending, listening or even considering the legitimacy of public opinion. Does that make him courageous, or does that make him a tool? You decide that as we see him emerge from the entrance way without any theme music. Zero chose a theme song when he signed his contract, but rumors have been swirling that Zero has caved into pressure and decided to run away and tuck his head into the sand after this match is all over, so a quitter gets no theme song. And as for the lovely diva that he claimed was representing him; let’s be honest, all the money in the world couldn’t sway a chick to find this disgusting sloth of a man to be even remotely desirable. He comes down the ramp and gets inside of the ring as nobody in the arena seems to even care.
“Touch My Body” by Mariah Carey then starts to blast out over the speakers and the fans actually cheer for once as they see the trio of Mr. Swag-A-Licious, Sir Luscious Leftfoot and Mentally Ill emerge from the back, with Ill’s girlfriend Rashanda very slowly trailing behind them, nibbling on her trademark turkey leg. Ill seems to be more amused with smacking Rashanda’s breast fat and watching it sway back and forth like a pendulum as they all slowly get down the ramp as the music stops. Zero looks at Rashanda from inside the ring and starts to get wide eyed with admiration as two of his three competitors roll inside of the ring while Ill remains on the outside, continuing to play with Rashanda’s fat jiggle. Rashanda then reaches down into her abyss like cleavage and pulls out a shiny quarter and tosses it in the ring which causes Ill to fetch like a dog. Zero also steps towards the quarter which causes Ill to bark and growl like a ferrel dog as he lashes as Zero and starts to frantically open hand slap him.
“MY SHINY BUDDA”
“NNNNNNNNNNNO!”
The referee chuckles and just waves his hand as Zero falls down and cowers in the fetal position while Ill continues to slap him. Swag then takes a look at Leftfoot and sees that he is not wearing brown pants like Swag is.
“Where yo brown pants my mans!”
“I gots you dem shits so we could rock the Brown Pride my mans!”
Leftfoot then calmly says that Zero robbed him and stole his pants which causes Swag to let out his own animal noise and start in on the slap beat down of B-Zero. Zero then looks over and sees Rashanda tearing into her turkey leg on the outside and starts to roll toward her to get away from the slap barrage raining down on him. Getting to the outside of the ring, Zero brushes himself off, tucks his butch flannel shirt into his spandex looking pants and tries to make his best impression on Rashanda. Meanwhile in the ring, Ill and Swag both look legitimately lost as they know they want to keep slapping, but can’t seem to comprehend that Zero left the ring. Ill then smacks the ring, and giggles when he hears the sound it makes. Swag then smacks the mat harder, and then Ill and Swag become instantly enamored with the drum like sounds that smacking the mat makes and then the two of them start to get down like they are on an African safari.
On the outside of the ring we see Zero start to fume as Rashanda continues to ignore him.
“I am B-Zero! Divas love me! Girls love me god damn it! By the power of Pepperoni and Cheese Hot Pockets, you will look at me and YOU WILL LOVE ME!”
Zero then slaps the turkey leg out of Rashanda’s hand.
Uh oh.
You do not mess with Rashanda’s turkey leg.
Like a charging elephant, we hear Rashanda roar with rage as she grabs B-Zero by the face and looks at him with love for a second before she starts to bite his nose. Zero flails his arms and screams like a little girl until Rashanda lets go, we can now see tears in Zero’s eyes as Rashanda picks up her turkey leg and bops Zero over the head with it. He falls backward onto the apron and gets pulled into the ring by Luscious Leftfoot. Leftfoot then snaps his fingers and we see Swag and Ill stop their safari rain dance. Leftfoot then turns Zero over and points for Ill and Swag to ascend the turnbuckles, proclaiming it a copycat game, we see Ill giggle with excitement as he jumps to the other side, mirroring Swag’s every move. When Swag jumps off for a Brown Pants Splash, we see Ill jump off for one as well, they land on Zero seconds apart and then Leftfoot tells them to cover him. Dropping down himself we see all three of Thy’s comedic characters cover Zero at the same time—1…..2…..3
The referee then just decides to wave the bell and proclaim the match to be over.
Loser: B-Zero
The show then goes to a commercial break as security comes down to the ring and forcibly removes B-Zero while the dancers do what they do best…and dance as the fans cheer.
-----
COMMERCIAL
-----
Match 5: Hardkore Comley Vs Dean Ambrose
The bell rings as Dean quickly rushes to Comley, sending a knee straight to Comley’s head. Dean kneels down as he hammers away at the forehead of Comley, obviously not wasting any time once so ever. Dean picks Comley up off of his feet, sending a hard right hand to the face of Comley. He follows up with a knee straight to Comley’s gut with him bent over slightly. Dean then irish whip him to the ropes. Dean catches Comley as he hits a belly to back suplex with devastating force. An “Ooo” sound comes directly from the THY WWE crowd while they watch on in admiration.
Phil Latio: Look at the domination by Dean in the early going! He certainly isn’t playing any type of games.
Don Chuckles: Of course not. He wants to win after being a failure for the last couple of weeks… Wouldn’t you have something to prove?
Dean lifts Comley off of his feet, irish whipping him as Dean hits Comley with a big boot straight to his face. Dean then gets Comley up but Comley slaps Dean with harshness. He then follows it up with a spinning punch with aggression. He then hits a capture suplex with impact, having his head bounce completely off the mat. Comley stands up and he stomps on the already downed Dean. Comley picks up Dean by the head as he lifts him over his shoulder and delivers a massive Oklahoma Slam. Comley runs to the ropes as he sends a knee directly to Dean’s temple. He then gets Dean up, quickly serving up an arm drag.
Phil Latio: What power by Hardkore Comley!
Don Chuckles: It’s power versus power. Only time can tell as to who will win this one!
Hardkore Comley gets Dean up off of his feet as he then grabs Dean’s waist. Comley then lifts him up fgr a powerful belly to belly suplex, floating over for a quick cover.
1…
2…
Dean kicks out as Comley picks him up by the head. Dean then kicks him in the stomach harshly. He then positions himself for a vertical suplex with massive aggressive. Dean gets up as he sends an elbow right to Comley’s chest. He lifts Comley up off of his feet as he introduces a power slam right towards Comley which is meant with increasing impact. And the crowd is going absolutely nuts due to the attack at hand. Dean grabs Comley as he then hits a half nelson suplex with massive force. And Dean simply feels the momentum that was coming his way.
Phil Latio: Dean is looking to turn this match around!
Don Chuckles: I actually was beginning to become worried to be perfectly honest with you.
Dean gets Comley up as he hits a neckbreaker with speed and impact. Dean runs to the ropes, running as he hits a splash on top of Comley. Dean picks up Comley by the head as he hits a massive dragon suplex, which has Comley’s head and neck bounding off the mat. Dean then falls over and makes a cover to Comley.
1…
2…
Comley kicks out as Ambrose gets him up. Dean then hits a massive spinebuster with force. Comley arches his back as he feels the pain. Dean then gets Comley up as he sets up for a Samoan Drop but Comley reverses it into a massive DDT. Both men are down as the referee simply begins to count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
Both men stir and get up on their feet. Dean lands a right hand over to Comley with aggression. Comley comes back and he lands a right hand of his own. Both men go back and forth until Comley gets the upper hand. He then hits a swinging neckbreaker with speed and impact. Comley gets Dean up off of his feet. Now it’s his turn to hit a belly to belly suplex that was meant with force behind the move. Comley then gets Dean up, Irish whipping him to the north turnbuckle. Comley goes over to the turnbuckle and he seats Dean there. He then runs up and he grabs Dean. He then hits the T-Bone Suplex from the turnbuckle with speed and it hit with force.
Phil Latio: What a series of suplexes by Comley! It’s clearly evident that he wants to win!
Don Chuckles: He could’ve ended it when he had the chance. And now, it could possibly come back to haunt him.
Comley crawls over and he quickly goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Dean rolls his shoulder up and Comley obviously seems to be frustrated. Comley picks up Dean but Dean goes behind him and quickly hits a German suplex with massive force. Dean struggles to stand right back up as he positions himself accordingly. Dean then gets Comley up as he smirks. Ambrose punches Comley and staggers him against the ropes. Dean then clotheslines him over the top rope and his momentum takes him right over. Both men land on their feet slugging away at each violently. The referee looks at the competitors and yells at them to get in the ring!! As both men take turns slamming each other into the barricade in an all-out brawl, the referee has no choice to begin to count them out.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Suddenly, ‘The Charm’ interrupts the referee’s count as Scott Wilson appears on the entrance stage. Dean Ambrose is distracted for a split second, which allows Comley to kick him in the gut, and execute a deadly ‘Judgment Slam’. Comley picks up the limp Ambrose and rolls him into the ring and follows. Comley makes sure Dean is lying flat on the canvas before springing to the ropes and coming back with the intention of hitting a splash. Dean Ambrose shows his true heart and manages to get the knee up, and Comley lands on his Dean’s knee full force. The camera pans back to the entrance stage to see Scott Wilson standing there. He is observing this match very carefully. Back in the ring, we are witnessing Dean laying punches into Hardkore Comley in an attempt to get the momentum shifted his way. Ambrose tries for a short arm clothesline attempt.
Hardkore Comley narrowly dodges a clothesline attempt by Dean Ambrose. He forcefully turns Dean to turn around to face him and rakes his eyes, blinding him for the moment. Comley takes this time to recover. Hardkore Comley, taking note at the opportunity to end this madness, springs to the ropes and comes back with his arm outstretched and aiming for Dean Ambrose’s throat. Comley drops Dean with an insane clothesline that turns him inside-out. The crowd is behind Comley as he is looking to get the win here. He grabs the limp Ambrose and fixes his legs to balance on the ropes while Comley holds his head in a DDT form. Comley looks out into the crowd one last time before dropping Dean’s skull directly into the canvas, executing Comley’s signature move, The Dead End. Comley quickly covers Ambrose.
1!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
2!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
3!
Ding Ding Ding!
Winner: Hardkore Comley
Don Chuckles: And Hardkore Comley picks up a questionable victory here, ladies and gentlemen!
Phil Latio: Questionable? He won the match fair and square. There is no denying that!
Don Chuckles: Without the distraction from Scott Wilson, Ambrose would have never got distracted.
Phil Latio: Well, maybe it is his fault for being distracted so easily! Anyways, Comley picks up an impressive win tonight. We’ll be right back with more Raw is War!
---------------
COMMERCIAL
--------------
Main Event: Scott Wilson vs "The Professor" Bob Cena
Submission Match
The guitar rift of "The Charm" by Unearth blasts through the PA system as Scott Wilson steps out from the backstage area. His hood is over his head and he is trying desperately to hide his face. He walks to the ring with no fanfare and slides underneath the bottom rope and enters the ring. Getting back to a standing position he makes his way towards his perspective turnbuckle as he awaits for his opponent to come out.
Don Chuckles – “Look at Scott, Phil you can see his body took a beating in the rumble. He shouldn’t be out here fighting tonight he should be at home resting.”
Phil Latio – “You know I think for once we agree. Scott came out with the victory at the rumble and he really doesn’t look at ease in the ring right now.”
Scott limps ever so slightly across the bottom area of the ring waiting for Bob to appear. '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 attendance "Best in the world". After a few moments he hands the championship to Crack at ringside and walks to his corner eyeing up Scott. Steve exits the ring and the bell is rung. Scott and Bob start to circle each other, they lock up and they use their strength to push against one another. Bob with the slight advantage pushes Scott to the ropes. The ref calls for the lock up to be let go. Both me release the hold and Bob comes in with a quick right hand to the face of Scott followed quickly with a left. Bob pushes Scott against the ropes and throws him to the other side of the ring. Scott bounces back and Bob close lines Scott to the mat.
Phil Latio – “I don’t fancy Scott’s chances tonight.”
Don Chuckles – “Don’t dis-count him too soon. He out lasted 39 other men in that rumble.”
Back in the ring Bob has Scott in the corner landing multiple lefts and rights. He lifts up Scott onto the top turnbuckle and he follows him up and drops him back down with a supplerplex. Bob picks up Scott again and he gives him a forearm smash followed by a quick impact DDT. Bob wanting to end the match quickly locks in the ChinLock Choke in the middle of the ring.
Phil Latio – “Scott has to hold on.”
Don Chuckles – “Come on Scott, Fight it!”
Scott looks for a way out. His arm is raised in the air fighting the will to tap out. Scott slowly pulls himself to the closest rope. Just as he is about to grab the bottom rope Bob releases the hold and pulls Scott to the middle of the ring again. As he is about to try the lock again Scott rolls over and he kicks out at bob and gets him in the gut. Bob staggers backwards as Scott makes it to his feet. Scott runs at Bob and drops him with a flying forearm smash. Both men roll out of the ring. Scott beats Bob to his feet and he pulls Bob to his feet. Scott lands a fierce right hook to the head of Bob then he irish whips him to the corner post. Bob slumped over the post is trying to catch his breath as Crack is shouting encouragement from the far side. Scott then runs up and jumps into the body of Bob squashing him between his own body and the ring post.
Phil Latio – “Scott is on the offensive.”
Don Chuckles – “What a fight back from Scott.”
Scott rolls Bob back into the ring and Scott climbs the ring post up to the top turnbuckle. Bob is slowly rolling around trying to catch his breath. Scott waits for the right moment and he jumps and connects with a moonsault. Both men roll about the ring in pain as the ref checks on them both. Scott gets to his knees and he takes his chance and he locks in a camel clutch. Bob’s face is red with pain but he still refuses to give up. Scott locks in the hold even more but Bob’s determination stops him from giving in. Scott is ordered to release the hold. Scot complies but he lands a boot to the back of Bob’s head. Bob clutches his head and collapse on the floor. Scott picks up Bob and he scoop slams him back onto the mat. Scott plays to the fans as he recives a mixed reaction. Bob is on his hands and knees as Scott runs to kick him in the gut Bob reacts and he grabs his leg and locks in an ankle lock. The fans go wild as Scott fights the pain. The ref is at Scott’s face asking him if he gives up. Scott shakes his head his pride refusing him to tap out. Bob locks in the lock even tighter and Scott screams in pain even more. Scott somehow manages to turn his body and with his free leg he kicks bob in the face busting hid nose wide open. With blood running down his face Bob drops back into a corner. Scott makes it to the ropes and he pulls himself up. Scott with his one good leg limps over to Bob and he starts to lay right fists to Bob’s head.
Phil Latio – “Bob is busted wide open. This isn’t a fair fight anymore.”
Don Chuckles – “But Scott has only one good leg. Seems all fair to me.”
Scott picks up Bob and he gives him a quick hip toss. The impact causes Scott to lose his balance and he drops to his knees. Scott grabs his damaged ankle and he gives it a quick massage to try and get some feeling back into it. Bob on the other side of the ring has made it to his feet. Bob rushes at Scott and tries to superkick him in the skull but Scott steps to the side and drops Bob with a neckbreaker. Bob rolls around holding his neck as Scott continues to hold his ankle. Scott gets to his feet and he limps over to Bob and he picks him up by his hair Scott pushes Bob against the ropes and he delivers an almighty slap to Bob’s exposed chest. Bob hit the deck holding his chest. Scott raises both arms to the crowd and again the reaction is slightly mixed. Scott not wanting to waste anymore time picks Bob up again and he irish whips Bob to the opposite side of the ring. Bob bounces back to Scott but Bob takes the momentum and he flying forearm smashes Scott to the mat. Bob jumps to his feet and he starts to slam his boots into Scott’s ribs. Bob noticeing his chance turns his attention to Scotts wounded ankle. Bob drags Scott by the leg to a nearby rope and he rests the injured ankle on the bottom rope. Bob looks around the arena with a menacing look and he jumps and lands his entire weight onto Scott’s ankle.
Phil Latio – “What a sick move by Bob!”
Don Chuckles – “What a SMART move by Bob!”
Bob picks Scott up and they both start to exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Bob makes for a wild swing at the Scott But Scott ducks and he delivers a Russian leg sweep onto Bob. Bob and Scott both get back to their feet in quick succession and they continue to exchange blows. Scott goes for a wild smash onto Bob but this time Bob ducks and Scott connects with the Ref knocking him clean out. Bob points and laughs at Scott. Scott takes no shit and grabs Bob’s arm and locks in the Crossface putting pressure on Bob’s busted nose. Bob unable to take it anymore starts to tap out. But the bell isn’t rung. The ref out cold on the floor is un aware of Bob tapping out. Within second though a second ref is seen sprinting to the ring as Bob continues to tap. The fresh Ref call for the bell!
Winner: SCOTT WILSON!!!!!!!!!!!!
-------------------------------
Three Reviews Before RAW 117 Card
Thanks goes out to everyone who wrote something for the show.
Sorry for the lazy results, I am tired as fuck and I don't feel like coding everything.
So, the Match and Winner is bold and it's centered so, don't complain.
If I missed anything, Ken just add or whatever.
Again, Three Reviews Needed before RAW 117 Card can be posted.
Alright, I am going to bed. Night. Enjoy the show.
not being big headed but since Ambrose didn't show and I did, be stupid that I would lose. Also with Wilson distracting Ambrose shows that he is kicked out the Renegades for sure now.
