Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 20, 2015 18:25:22 GMT -5
Thy WWE Presents
RAW 148
Live from TD Garden
The TD Garden is a multi-purpose arena in Boston, Massachusetts.
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We see words in white on the screen during this vignette:
Time: 10:00 AM
Clear-water Tampa, Florida Matt Sydal's house.
Flight: Boston M.A. 12 pm ( 160 minute flight)
We see Matt kip up out of bed as usual in a happy go lucky mood. He gets dressed in a red collared t shirt, jeans and his glasses. He looks like a fairly dorky five foot eight young adult as he heads out the front door with his Adidas bag of gear. Matt gets on his motorcycle and puts on his helmet and jacket that both have national guard stickers on the back and heads to the Airport as Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins plays in the background.
Time arrived at airport: 11:00 AM
Matt gets through everything he has to do and over the PA System
" Flight 245 for Boston Massachusetts has been cancelled.
Flight 245 for Boston,Massachusetts has been cancelled."
Matt shakes his head
" Like I always say, " That's my life."
Matt goes over to the help desk to a bored looking man.
Matt: Excuse me, what happened with the Boston flight?
Employee: It was cancelled.
Matt: Yes, but why?
Employee: It was cancelled.
Matt: But why?
Employee: (sardonic): Cancelled!
Matt: But it's nice out, weather is fine, everything is good . . .
Employee: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Matt: There's no one behind me, why can't you . . .
Employee: Security . . .
Matt: Fine, fine, I'll go; no worries. Just another debut lost
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Dark Match: Steve Blackman vs Matt Sydal
The opening contest didn't happen. Steve Blackman came out ready for a fight, but Matt Sydal was nowhere to be found. Did he have travel issues?
Either way, Steve Blackman won this match by forfeit, but Steve Blackman vowed to get even with Sydal after, what Blackman called it, "An extreme showing of disrespect."
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The fans go wild as RAW kicks off with Zak's new music hitting the arena.
Zak walks out from the curtain wearing his ring attire, his 'British Brawler' hoodie and his International title over his left shoulder. In his right hand he is holding a microphone. He is sporting a few bumps and bruises still from the beat down of WrestleMania V but he seems in good spirits as he walks down the ramp towards the ring. The fans new cheerful reaction the Zak has put a smile on his face and as he walks up the steel steps he cocks a cheeky grin to the fans as he ducks under the top rope. Zak raises both arms as the fans cheer louder. Zak slowly brings the mic to his lips as the music dies down.
Zak Shields – Well, well, well! What a night. WHAT A NIGHT!
The fans cheer for Zak even more.
Zak Shields – Now I'm going to talk and back there I know the New Age is listening to me. You thought that little beat down you gave me would end me, Would put me out of the picture for a few months. Well you're wrong. My old man gave me harder beatings when I was 8 years old. Next time you want me dead phone him ans ask for a few pointers. But back to why I'm out here. You see you all came out and you threw me out of the New Age for reasons that you claimed was for fraternising with the enemy. Nope, I'm sorry Bob I just don't buy that bullshit! The reason why the New Age decide it was time to part ways with me is simple.
They were all jealous. Jealous for that fact that I was the only member to hold gold while the team stood by and did nothing but lose and whine, I mean Joey moaned when no one came out and helped him win the Royal Rumble. Jealousy ran through the New Age like the Nile runs through Egypt. The New Age feared me and they grew jealous of what I was capable of. Well Joey, Bob, Troy and that little whore Triana. Listen here and listen good. My name is Zak Shields and I'm here to stay god dammit!
The fans go Nuts Cheering on Zak.
Zak Shields – That's right ladies and gentlemen, Tonight I will make an impact and the Revolution will start. Tonight I will stand tall and I will unite THY under one flag and I will not be beaten any more. New Age, I'm coming for you!
Zak drops the mic and the fans go wild as Sweet Child o Mine hits the arena. Zak runs to the turn buckle and he raises the International Title above his head as RAW goes to commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Match One: HardKore Comley vs Robert Garrett
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Slow Chemical" eerily begins to chime in through out the sold out TD Garden in Boston. The Boston fans greet HardKore Comley with some boos, but, for the most part, they don't know what to make of the new Comley. Comley walks out from the back holding a steel chair.
Phil Latio: Folks, if you haven't witnessed this man in action, put the kids in to another room, because he is HardKore Comley, and he is just that: Hardcore! He has with him a steel chair, and not just any steel chair, either. He calls this one LUCKY!, and it's all dressed up for the occasion in barbed wire!
Don Chuckles: Is that chicken wire, Latio?
Phil Latio: It sure is, Don. And don't forget that razor sharp shards of broken glass are embedded in to the steel from top to bottom. That is a deadly weapon, ladies and gentlemen, and HardKore Comley is not afraid to use it!
Don Chuckles: I'd go as far as to say that Comley wants to it! He said that That chair was one of the two friends that
Comley has.What do you think the other friend is?
Phil Latio: I can't imagine, and I pray that we'll never have to find out, Don. This man is an absolute monster! He belongs in an asylum! HardKore Comley is one dangerous dude, that's for sure!
Comley looks at the chair with a look of insanity. But, with HardKore Comley, every look is one of insanity. He makes his way down the ramp, and up the steps. The ref warns Comley not to bring the weapon, but Comley moves like he's going to attack the ref with it, and the ref bails to the floor.
Phil Latio: It's like trying to reason with a mental patient!
Don Chuckles: Maybe so, but HardKore Comley is unlike anything we've ever seen before. The man is a monster for sure, but he's smart, too. Every move he makes has a purpose, and that purpose to hurt people, and hurt them badly. He wants his opponents to suffer, Latio, and I fear for the safety of his opponent tonight, The Natural One, Robert Garrett. Mr. Money in the Bank!
Steve Cruise: Introducing first... weighing at three hundred twenty three pounds... HardKore COMLEY!
Comley looks out to the crowd as the continue to boo him. He sets LUCKY! on the outside against the ringpost, and waits for his opponent.
"Milk Lizard" by Dillinger Escape Plan hits and the fans greet Garrett with a mostly negative reaction. He strolls out from the back wearing an expensive looking sport coat with no shirt on underneath. The Money in the Bank briefcase in hand. His hair is slicked back and he is sporting a pair of Bentley Platinum sunglasses. He walks down the ramp while carrying some head shots of himself. The camera zooms in to see that they are all autographed head shots of "The Natural One" himself.
Phil Latio: these two were involved in a triple threat ladder match at WrestleMania for that very briefcase which contains a contract for a match for the Thy WWE International Championship which can be cashed in at any time Garrett chooses.
Don Chuckles: He's Mr. Money in the Bank, Latio. The Natural One. The Natural Money-maker. Haven't you seen his movies?
Phil Latio: I have not, but I, as you did, as we all did, witnessed that ladder match first hand, and The Natural One narrowly walked out of WrestleMania holding that case.
Steve Cruise: Now on his way to the ring, fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He is the Natural One, ROBERT GARRETTTTTTT
Garrett makes his way up the steps and stops. He turns and tosses the head shots up in the air and in to the crowd. The crowd boos and a lot of them rip them up, or throw them back. Garrett looks annoyed and yells, "Hey! Those are priceless!" He then smirks and enters the ring, heads to the corner and poses while looking over his shades at the crowd.
Garrett, though, saved one headshot. He pulls out a Sharpie from his breast pocket and signs his name on it. Then Garrett walks over and hands it over to HardKore Comley.
Phil Latio: I don't know how smart that is, Don. Is he trying to play mind games here?
Don Chuckles: Yeah, I think so. But, I don't think it's gonna work. HardKore Comley is the master of playing mind games!
Comley looks down at the headshot with his head cocked while Garrett removes his shades and coat. Garrett hands them over to ringside, making sure to remind everybody of how expensive they are. Garrett turns back to Comley and Comley proceeds to take the headshot and use it to papercut himself across the forehead. A trickle of blood runs down Comley's forehead as he begins to laugh. Garrett has look on his face that reads, "WTF?" and he asks the ref, "What's wrong with this guy?" The ref shrugs and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Comley then spears the blood on his face in to a crimson mask and Robert Garrett has seen enough. He bails to the floor to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Don Chuckles: Smart move from The Natural One there. If Comley is willing to mutilate his own face, imagine what he'd be willing to do to Robert Garrett's. Garrett as a natural money-making face, and if anything were to happen to it, he'd be out of a loooot of money, Latio.
Phil Latio: Look at Comley now laughing like a mad man at Robert Garrett, and these fans are letting Garrett hear it!
Garrett shakes his head and starts to leave. But then he spots LUCKY! and grabs the steel chair. Comley stops laughing now as Garrett holds LUCKY! over his head. The crowd cheers but begin to boo once Garrett starts to leave up the entrance way. Comley exits the ring in pursuit as the ref starts the standard ten-count. Comley follows Garrett half way up the ramp, but Garrett uses the TitanTron to know when Comley is within striking distance. Garrett drops the chair, and turns, socking Comley right in the face. This catches Comley of guard and causes him to stumble. Garrett continues with shots to the jaw as Comley stumbles back toward the ring. Garrett then slams Comley back first in to the side of the ring as the ref reaches five in his ten-count. Garrett then goes to whip Comley in to the steel steps, but Comley reverses it, sending Garrett spine first in to the steps with force. The ref has reached eight now, and Comley pulls Garrett up and rolls him in to the ring. As Comley slides, Garrett is up but Comley connects with a quick throat thrust that sends Garrett reeling into the corner. Comley has a sick smile on his face again as he starts to choke Garrett in the corner. The ref counts to four until Comley lets go. Garrett gasps for air, and Comley drives a shoulder in to the side of Garrett's head. Comley then Irish whips Garrett into the opposite corner and follows it up with a hard clothesline that drops Garrett on to his rear end. Comley stays on him now with a choke with his boot to a laid out Garrett. The ref counts to four again and Comley breaks the illegal choke. He pulls Garrett up and drops him back down with a short arm clothesline.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is relentless here!
Don Chuckles: The Natural One might want to just leave and take the loss here. No shame in protecting himself here. HardKore Comley is going to tear him apart! Run, Garrett! Get out of there! Live to fight another day!
Comley looks down at Garrett, laughing, and pushes down on his head with his boot. Garrett kicks his arms and legs in pain, until Comley removes his foot. Garrett tries to get to his feet. Comley stands over him and Garrett connects with a shot to the gut while on his knees. Another shot to the gut seems to stun Comley. Garrett back up and runs and bounces off the ropes running straight in to the boot of Comley with a tremendous big boot that causes the crowd to "OHHH". Garrett sits up, out of it, and Comley bounces off the ropes and boots him in the face again.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley has this match won, Don. He can end it any time he pleases.
Don Chuckles: He should end it now before he does some serious damage.
Phil Latio: That's his M.O., Don.
Don Chuckles: But can't he show a little bit of mercy just this once? I mean, it's Robert Garrett! Star of such great films as Autobahn: Death On Wheels, and Santa With Shades, and who could ever forget the cult classic, Indian Hot Box? Look out!
Comley has Garrett lifted above his head now, and drops him with a military press drop. Instead of going for the pin, Comley begins to choke Garrett on the mat. the ref counts to four and Comley breaks the hold, warning the ref to stay out of his way, and starts to choke Garrett again. The ref, again, counts to four and Comley let's go, then goes to grab the ref. the ref, with lightning quick speed, jumps through the ropes and out of harms way. Comley stands in the ring, telling the ref that that is his last warning.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is at risk of getting himself disqualified here, but I'm sure he could care less. As long as he can inflict pain on others!
Don Chuckles: That ref better not disqualify Comley. He'll rip Garrett apart limb from limb after the match! Garrett just needs to get out of there and leave.
Garrett pulls himself up. Comley turns away from the ref and is meeted by a spear from Robert Garrett.
Phil Latio: The Arcane Arrow!
Don Chuckles: YES! Cover him, Garrett!
Garrett covers and the ref slides back in to the ring...
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KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: NO! Get out of there! Now's your chance!
But, Robert Garrett does not run. Instead, he starts to stomp away on the chest of HardKore Comley. Then Garrett sets himself up in the corner, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Comley on his hands and knees now, but still laughing. Robert Garrett goes to punt kick Comley in the skull but Comley grabs Garrett by the throat. The crowd starts buzzing and Garrett starts to shake is head "NO". Comley lifts Garrett up...
Phil Latio: Chokeslam! It's gotta be over!
Comley covers...
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KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: Ahh! Why would he kick out? It could have been over right there!
Phil Latio: I think Robert Garrett has a little more pride than that, Don.
Comley looks down at Garrett, and nods his head with a small look of surprise. Comley says, "So you want to endure more punishment, do you?", and pulls Garrett up, then drops his back across the knee with a backbreaker. Comley stands back now, watching Garrett try to stand. Comley chuckles while admiring is own dirty work. Garrett can barely stand. Comley moves in, and Garrett explodes with a beauty of a superkick that catches Comley under the jaw.
Garrett falls on Comley and the ref counts.
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THR!!!!
NO!!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Garrett stands up and starts to celebrate, but the ref tries to tell him that the match isn't over. Comley is back up, still laughing. Garrett finally listens to the ref, and is shocked to see Comley standing there, giving a throat slash gesture. Robert Garrett is like, "F this!" and slides out of the ring. He goes to ringside and grabs his Money in the Bank briefcase.
Phil Latio: What's Garrett thinking now?
Don Chuckles: He's fixing to head to the hills, Latio. Smart move, Natural One!
But, Garrett doesn't leave. Instead he slides the briefcase inside the ring. It ends up at Comley's feet, and Comley picks it up. Garrett enters the ring as the ref grabs the briefcase and yanks it away from Comley. Comley looks angered as he follows the ref. Garrett with a low blow behind the ref's back. Comley down to one knee. Garrett intercepts the ref before the ref can hand the case over to ringside. Garrett then grabs the case and shoves the ref away. Then Robert Garrett runs and lunges at HardKore Comley, smashing him in the face with the briefcase while Comley was sitting down. The ref sees it and calls for the bell immediately.
DING DING DING
Garrett rolls out of the ring and starts to head up the ramp as the crowd boos the hell out of him.
Phil Latio: Oh, what a weasel! Robert Garrett knew he was in trouble, so instead of taking the loss like a man, he gets himself intentionally disqualified? I figured he would a little bit more class than that.
Don Chuckles: So what? He's still standing, Latio. And look at HardKore Comley. Laid out like a sack of potatoes! Haha! Uh oh!
Comley sits up and we now see that the briefcase shot from Garrett has reopened the wounds on Comley's forehead that he inflicted on himself with LUCKY! during his pre-match promo from ThyWWE.com. Garrett holds up the case, but then freezes in fear as Comley stands up wearing a crimson mask and laughing evilly. Comley exits the ring and starts to stomp up the ramp. He grabs LUCKY! from the ramp-way, and Robert Garrett is out of there. He high-tails it out of the arena in to the back with HardKore Comley in pursuit.
Steve Cruise: ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification... HardKore COMLEY!
Comley's music hits.
WINNER OF THE MATCH: HARDKORE COMLEY
Phil Latio: Robert Garrett better get the hell outta Dodge, because it looks as if HardKore Comley took that briefcase shot as a sort of invitation!
Don Chuckles: What was brass thinking when they brought that guy in here? He's a danger to others and himself. He should be locked up! Thank God that Robert Garrett made a split-second decision and protected himself.
Phil Latio: Protected himself? The man is coward! Instead of being beating cleanly, Garrett took the easy way out and I, along with all these fans in Boston, have absolutely zero respect for that. Hold on, folks, I've been informed that this isn't over. Something's going on backstage!
We cut to the back to see HardKore Comley scouring the halls, looking for Robert Garrett.
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Comley: Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? OH WHERE OH WHERE COULD HE BE?
Comley comes across a member of the ring crew. Comley grabs him, slamming him up against a wall.
Comley: Where is Garrett! Where is he!?
Staff: I dunno, man! I haven't seen him. I swear!
Comley let's the ring crew member go.
Comley: Well, if you see him, make sure to give him this message...
Comley winds up and cracks the ring crew guy in the face with LUCKY! the steel chair.
Phil Latio: DAMMIT! He has nothing to do with this, you psychopath!
Comley then walks off, continuing his search for Robert Garrett. But Robert Garrett appears in the shot just after Comley is gone. He looks down at the bloodied ring crew member and tosses a couple hundred dollar bills on to his lifeless body.
Garrett: Thanks, kid.
Garrett snickers and then disappears as we cut back to ringside.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is one sick son a bitch, pardon my French, but it's the truth! And Robert Garrett is no saint either, sacrificing that innocent kid like that.
Don Chuckles: All that matters is that Robert Garrett's face is unscathed, Latio. Keep those roles and endorsements rolling in, baby!
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The camera goes back into the arena with Phil Latio and Don Chuckles.
Phil Latio: Earlier this week Don, Vince McMahon resigned FEAR to a Thy WWE contract!
Don Chuckles: I'm sure it'll be a short leash and putting him in this triple threat was surely a test.
Phil Latio: We'll see if he kept in shape or if he has a ring rust!
Match Two: Bob Cena vs Triana vs FEAR
Mission Statement by Stone Sour begins to play off of the PA system as people begin to give mix reactions as they realize who's theme song they are hearing. FEAR walks onto the stage with grin on is face.
FEAR begins to walk down the ramp, gets to the ring and slides into it.
Steve Cruise: This is for one fall....First, from Bournemouth, England...standing at 6 foot, weighing in at 235 pounds....FEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
FEAR gets in his corner as his theme song begins to fade.
Phil Latio: I've been informed that Triana is refusing to compete tonight and this match will now be a singles match!
"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 feat. Example blasts around the arena and the crowd go insane. The "Professor of Thuganomics" Bob Cena bursts out from behind the curtain; wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with "PoT" on the back, camo shorts and his steel chain around his neck. He is followed closely by his good friend and co-founder of Operation Fuck Up, Crack. Crack is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with red shorts.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent....From Belfast, Ireland.....Weighing in at 240 pounds....He is a former Thy WWE Champion......BOB CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Cena walks up to a camera man and shouts down the lens, "You make the rules! And we will break 'em!". Cena and Crack both walk down the ramp conversing and slapping hands with the screaming fans in attendance.
Phil Latio: Bob Cena is coming off of a huge win at WrestleMania! Let's see if he can continue tha tonight!
They reach the ring and PoT takes the chain from around his neck, folds it up and hands it to Crack; before sliding under the bottom rope. He walks around the ring doing his double horn taunt before taking his shirt off and throwing it into the crowd. Cena walks to the corner of a ring, staring at FEAR.
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Cena and Fear meet in the middle of the ring as they wrap up, Cena with the weight advantage gets the upper hand first. Cena places Fear in a Headlock and that turns into a Hiptoss. Cena tries for a quick cover but FEAR kicks out before the referee even begins counting.
Don Chuckles: Cena should know better, it's going to take more than a simple hip toss to keep Fear down!
Cena picks up FEAR, he pushes Cena away. Cena lounges at FEAR but FEAR drops Cena with a Dropkick. Cena rolls onto his stomach as FEAR drops an elbow onto the back of Cena. FEAR picks up Bob Cena and kicks him in the mid-section. He irish whips Cena into the ropes, FEAR goes for a clothesline but Cena ducks under it and connects with a Neckbreaker.
Phil Latio: Bob Cena with a picture perfect neckbreaker Don!
Don Chuckles: Both superstars showing some quickness for sure!
FEAR rolls onto his stomach as Cena grabs the right leg of FEAR and picks it up, and slams it straight down on the mat. Cena then quickly places FEAR into a single leg, Boston Crab. FEAR right away begins to reach for the nearest rope.
Phil Latio: This is not good Don!
Cena leans back as FEAR gives off a scream. But doesn't give in, FEAR begins to crawl and with one swift movement, FEAR is able to grab the bottom rope, forcing Cena to let go of the Boston Crab. Cena picks up FEAR and kicks him in the stomach. Cena irish whips FEAR into the ropes. Cena lifts FEAR onto his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop but NO, FEAR wiggles his way off Cena's back and connects with a Reverse DDT!
FEAR covers Bob Cena.
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KICKOUT!
Phil Latio: What a close one! FEAR almost got the victory!
Don Chuckles: Cena is a warrior, it's going to take more than that to keep him down!
FEAR gets to his feet. He picks up Cena and attempts to kick him in the gut but Cena grabs the foot of FEAR and spins him around, Cena kicks him in the mid-section and lifts FEAR up onto his shoulders.
Don Chuckles: This can't be good!
Cena connects with a FU!
Cena hooks the legs of FEAR as the referee begins to count.
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Phil Latio: It's over!
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KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: My God! FEAR kicked out!
Phil Latio: Cena can't believe it!
Cena's eyes wide open as FEAR kicked out of his FU. Cena picks up FEAR and goes to kick him in the stomach once again. Cena picks FEAR up onto his shoulder, looking for a second FU!
But NO! FEAR slides down off his shoulders, turns Cena around kicks him in the gut, followed by a dropkick to the face! His finishing move, Sword and Arrow.
Phil Latio: FEAR with the Sword and Arrow.
Cena rolls onto his back as FEAR turns towards the turnbuckle. FEAR hops onto the turnbuckle as the crowd begins to get louder.
Don Chuckles: This could be dangerous Phil!
Phil Latio: This is his return match Don, trying to open some eyes!
FEAR goes air-borne and connects with his version of the 450 splash!
The Paranoia.
The referee gets down and begins to count!
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THREE!!!
Phil Latio: He has done it! FEAR has won the match!
Don Chuckles: What a match Phil! Really entertaining for sure!
WINNER OF THE MATCH: FEAR
Phil Latio: I'll be interested in seeing how far FEAR can go in this return!
FEAR's theme music hits as he celebrates and the show goes to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Folks, I understand that HardKore Comley has not yet given up his search for Robert Garrett!
Don Chuckles: What!? Come on. Comley won! He should just leave it at that.
We cut to the back to see HardKore Comley once again scouring the halls looking for Garrett.
Comley: Oh, Gaaaarreeeett... Come out to plaaaaaa-haaaaay!
Comley opens a door and yells in to it.
Comley: You can run, Garrett! BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!
Cut back to ringside.
Phil Latio: Robert Garrett made a huge mistake when he poked the monster with a stick earlier tonight, Don!
Don Chuckles: The Natural One needs to leave the building if he already hasn't, and he needs to do it now!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Up next we have a pretty interesting match for sure!
Don Chuckles: That's right, Kurt Orton will be taking on Troy Motor
Phil Latio: At WrestleMania V, Kurt Orton won the Thy WWE but then Blade shocked the world and cashed in his Money in the Bank contract to recapture the title, he must be really upset!
Don Chuckles: Oh I bet! Then we have Troy, if he wins tonight, that will be back to back wins over former Thy WWE Champions!
Match Three: Kurt Orton vs "The Mercenary" Troy Motor
Steve Cruise: This match is scheduled for one fall! First coming down to the ring, TROOOOY MOOOOOOOOOTTTTORRR!!!
"Flesh Into Gear" by CKY comes over the sound system as Troy Motor's entrance video begins to play on the titan tron. A second or so passes before Troy walks out from the back, the pyro goes off as Troy makes his way to the ring. He walks down the ramp at a steady pace. Pausing toward the bottom to throw his arms out to his side and let out a roar before slapping his chest as chants big to fill the arena. He walks up the steel steps to the ring, slamming his boots down hard with every step. Slipping between the ropes he charges forward and climbs the furtherest turnbuckle, throwing his arm in the air and allowing the chants of the crowd to fill his ego.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent, he is a Two Time Thy WWE Champion.......KUUUURT ORTOOOOON!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly "Unknown Soldier" by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and Troy turns looking annoyed that he didn't get longer to baske in the glory of his fans. The pyro goes off but Kurt doesn't come out. Troy jumps down from then turnbuckle and begins shouting for Kurt to stop being a coward. Then from the darker areas of the entrance to the arena, we see a bandaged Orton, he walks out slowly; limping. For a second he looks almost heartbroken but he quickly returns to his eager, ready to fight attitude. He limps down the ramp, seeming to wince with every step.
Troy seems confused as to what is happening, he starts laughing as Kurt reaches the bottom of the ramp. Kurt looks up at him in the ring, lets out a deep breathe and then slides into the ring, using the ropes to balance slightly. He looks up at Troy and begins to stammer, as though he was realizing the mistake he had made. He looks out around the crowd as they start chanting his name. He pauses, turns to the referee and nods that he is ready to compete. He steps back toward his turnbuckles and stares at Troy, anger filling everything inch of his face. He needed this win.
Troy cracks his knuckles and then swings his arms around, stretching his shoulders muscles. The bell rings and he steps forward. Hands in front of him and a wide, grin on his face. Kurt limps forward, raising his hands slowly and meeting Troys, they circle for a second and then Troy pulls Kurt forward, hitting him with a shoulder to the chest. Kurt seems to show pain to his bandaged ribs. Troy comes in with a swift kick to Kurt's ankles, causing Orton to hit the mat harder. He stops for a second and catches his breathe. Slowly rising to his feet he raises his hands in front of him, throwing a hard right at Troy who takes seems shocked, he throws a right at Kurt. They trade blows, one after the other. Each man trying to best the other in power and strength. Kurt throws a last right hook before following it with a left uppercut. Troy stumbles back and leans back against the ropes. Troy shakes his head in shock, charging forward he lands a big boot to Kurt.
Kurt flops to the map, holding his head in his arms. He shakes his head for a second, taking another deep breathe. He rolls onto his front and smashes his right fist into the mat, then the left. Using his arms to push him up he rises to his feet again. Shouting at Troy that he needs to do better then that. Troy looks at him for a second before charging forward and hitting a clothesline, Kurt drops but is back up quickly. Only to be met with a big spine buster from Troy.
Kurt lies there on the mat for a second as Troy steps back, clearly enjoying his moment. He gestures for Kurt to get back to his feet. Kurt does, he's on his feet, with the biggest grin on his face. Troy laughs at him but before he even has chance to register what is happening, Kurt runs forward. He throws his arm back and allows it to collide directly with Troys chin. A solid clothesline. Troy lays on the mat, confused but gets back up quickly, he runs for Kurt setting up a big boot but Kurt ducks, both men spin and face each other, Kurt is quicker however and grabs hold of Troy's middle section, he throws brings him close and lands an unexpected belly to belly suplex. An unusual move for Kurt.
He stands tall and looks down at Troy before laughing intently. He begins to unwrap his bandages, throwing them out the ring. He suddenly seems to stand better, as though he had been playing possom? Troy is unaware however, looking up at the ceiling, questioning everything. Kurt lays hands on Troy and brings him to his feet. He begins kicking at Troys, legs, striking hard punches and working Troy over very quickly. Troy stumbles, slightly stunned. Kurt uses this to his advantage, running back and bouncing off the ropes before charging forward and hitting an impressive cross body. Both men hit the canvas but Kurt is quickly to his feet. He gestures for Troy to get to his feet and he does. They stare at each other, discussing the possom play of Orton. Troy isn't as asumed anymore, yet Kurt can't stop smiling. He spin kicks for Troys side unexpectedly but troy catches it. Kurt spins around and allowed his other foot to land directly with Troys temple. Troy falls to his knees and Kurt uses this chance to land a hard dropkick to Troys face. Troy is on the mat as Kurt goes for a pin.
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Both men get to their feet, before Kurt irish wipes Troy.
Troy counters and throws Kurt right into the turnbuckle. Kurt slumps slightly. Troy runs forward, hitting a shoulder into Kurt. He bounces off, runs the ropes, charging back toward Kurt, he lands a huge boot against Kurt's chest. Not giving up the assault however, he grabs the back of Kurt's head. He runs forward, dragging Kurt, he lands a full nelson. Troy goes for the cover.
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Troy gets up, turning to the referee he argues the call, shouting a slow count. He doesn't notcie Kurt is on his feet, sneaking up behind him. He calls to Troy who turns quickly before being met with a superkick at full force. Troy drops light a sack of potatoes. Kurt looks down at him, questioning his next move, he pulls Troy to his feet and goes for a Killswitch. It engages and Troy hits the mat. He looks out cold. Kurt goes for the pin.
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Troy grabs Kurt and throws him up in the air, off him.
Kurt hits the mat and rolls over, slightly shaken by the exchange so far. He gets gets to his feet and looks at Troy, he looks robbed. Before Troy has a chance to even get to his feet, Kurt is on Troy, landing stomps to Troys ankle. After the first six, Troy begins to let out sharp, gasps and yells. Kurt flashes an smile before grabbing Troys ankle and twisting it, locking in a brutal submission.
Troy looks around him trying to spot the ropes but is a good 4 feet away, he trys kicking out at Kurt but misses, Kurt laughs and locks in harder. He starts shouting at Troy, saying how he needed the win. How this was more important to him then Troy would ever understand.
Troys hands grip the canvas, shaking his head in pain, he reaches for the ropes, unable to make the distance. Suddenly, he pulls his own leg, causing sheer agony to shoot through his ankle and leg but giving him levelage. He rolls, throwing Kurt foward, he's up to his feet, his ankle buckling underneath him. Kurt spins and hits a quicky kick to Troy's gut but to no avail. Troy grabs hold of Kurt and throws fist after fist. Kurt stumbles, slightly stunned by the sudden turn of events. Troy sets up for a Dropback. He pushes Kurt backward into the mat. Kurt looks out cold. Troy goes for the pin.
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THREE!!
WINNER OF THE MATCH - Troy Motor
Phil Latio: It's over! Troy Motor has won the match!
Don Chuckles: Pathetic on Kurt Orton's part! He's a two time world champion, he shouldn't lose a match like that!
Phil Latio: Troy with back to back wins over former champions, he's building a pretty good resume Don!
Troy gets to his feet and lets out another ear drum shattering shout.
He raises his fist before taking a step forward. He gasps as he remembers the pain in his ankle, not letting it get to him however he celebrates in the ring while Kurt lays KO'd.
RAW goes to commercial break!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Main Event: Demmie Mae vs "British Brawler" Zak Shields (c)
InterNational Championship
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Thy WWE International Championship!
As the fans a quiet music is heard as Deal With Me by Jessi Jae Joplin And The Ruckus comes over the PA system cutting out all sound as a video being s to play.
At which point in the annoyance of the fans Ms Mae steps out from behind the curtain smirking, her eyes as devilish as ever and her smirk as sinister as possible. Demmie walks down the ramp stopping at the bottom before turning her nose up at the crowd. Upon entering the ring she poses on the far right hand top turnbuckle before jumping down. As the announcer brings the mic to his lips it is snatched by Demmie and she introduces herself.
Ms Mae:
Anunciado desde Rusia, la actual reina de la oscuridad! La perra más malo de tu! Con un peso de ciento once libras, ella es la mujer más visto en la televisión! señoritaaaaaaaaa Demmie Mae!
(Billed from Russia, the reigning queen of darkness! The baddest bitch of thy! Weighing in at one hundred and eleven pounds, she is the most watched woman on television! Miss Demmie Mae)
Demmie then drops the mic and waits for the match to begin.
Phil Latio: Ms Mae earned an opportunity to become the International Championship a few months back, but Zak Shields went on the shelf. Instead of stripping Zak of the title, Vince McMahon booked this match for the moment when Zak Shield's was ready to compete.
Don Chuckles: Shields should have stripped a long time ago, Latio. He's held the title for a few months, but has he even defended it? He's a sad excuse for an International Champion. I mean, the title is already tarnished. Shields is the very first champion, and his reign will forever be seen as a joke! But, fear not, Demmie Mae is gonna turn it around after she wins it tonight with ease. She did the same with the Thy WWE Television Championship, and she's going to do it again tonight.
Phil Latio: Well, I can't argue with you about how Demmie brought the prestige of the Thy TV Championship...
Don Chuckles: The moment that that belt is off the waist of Zak Shields is the moment that that International Championship will a Championship that truly matters!
Rule Britannia blares over the arena and the fans go wild. Zak steps out into the arena with the International Title around his waist. 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!"
Zak walks to the steps and unstraps the IN Title, holding it above his head while standing on the steps to a great reaction from the crowd. Zak enters the ring and nods at Demmie who gives him a little snarl. Zak heads to the corner and jumps up, holding the title up high once again as the crowd show their support for the reigning and defending IN Champion.
Phil Latio: Folks, the reaction for Zak Shields tonight is surreal. Earlier on ThyWWE.com, Zak Shields issued an apology to the world for the things that he did, and allowed to happen while running with the New Age. From the sounds of it, these fans in Boston forgive him one hundred percent!
Don Chuckles: You know, I always thought that the Boston fans were smarter than this. Zak is a weak link no matter where he is, or who he associates with. They really want to cheer a loser like that? Zak Shields wasn't good enough to be a part of the New Age's vision, and he never was, so they kicked him to the curb like a piece of garbage.
Phil Latio: Then tell me, Don. How come Zak Shields was the only member of the group to hold a championship? Bob Cena had two chances to win the World Title and fell, but Zak Shields became the first ever Thy WWE International Champion!
Don Chuckles: Have you not listened to anything that the New Age has spoken? It's all a conspiracy! I wouldn't be surprised if that snake, Zak Shields, was a spy for Vince McMahon, and the title was a gift!
Phil Latio: You're an idiot.
Zak hands over the IN Title to the ref who then holds it up to signify that the title is one the line.
The ref hands the belt over to ringside and calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING
Zak and Demmie circle to start the match. They lock up, elbow and collar style, and struggle for control. Zak transitions by grabbing Dem's arm and twisting it in to a wrist lock. Dem tries to get away but Zak cinches it in. Dem then rolls on the mat and flips around, taking Zak's arm with her and sending him to the mat with an arm drag. Zak up quick, and Dem takes him down with another arm drag. Zak up again and Demmi with a his toss. Zak up again runs into a headlock takedown which Dem holds on to with a seated chinlock.
Phil Latio: Demmie Mae can go to toe with anybody inside a Thy WWE ring. her was with Bob Cena at WrestleMania was one for the ages!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, but who came out on top, Latio? That's right, it was Bob Cena. Maybe, with a lesser opponent like Zak Shields, though, Demmie's luck may change.
Dems holds Zak in the chin lock until Zak wraps his legs around her head and takes her in to a head scissors. Demmie then kips up out of the head scissors and takes Zak down with another arm drag and locks in an arm lock, twisting Zak's arm around, and applying pressure.
Phil Latio: That looks painful, Don.
Don Chuckles: It sure does, Latio. Demmie Mae may be trying to weaken that left arm. A lot of Zak's offence relies on that arm, including the Wild Bomb. Take out the arm, and you eliminate half of Zak's arsenal. Great strategy from Demmie.
Dems keep the arm lock cinched in, but the crowd starts to get behind Zak Shields. Zak starts stomping as the crowd claps along. Zak gets to his feet and pushes Dems to the ropes. Dems off the ropes and ducks an forearm smash from Zak. Off the ropes again and she slides through Zak's legs and pops up with a beautiful dropkick that connects up under the chin. Zak goes down and Dems panders to the crowd who boo a little, but there are equal amounts of cheers in respect for her athleticism. Zak is up and Demmie charges, Zak sidesteps and tosses Dems over the top rope. But Demmie grabs the top rope and starts to skin the cat as the crowd explodes. Zak notices and goes to attack but Demmie side steps this time and wraps Zak up in the ropes and applies an octopus strech using the ropes. The ref starts his five count...
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Dems breaks the hold and goes up to the top rope. Zak stumbles away from the ropes and Dems leaps going for a cross body. Zak catches her out of mid air and then drops her across the knee with a pendulum backbreaker as the crowd pops. Zak with a cover...
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Zak gets Dems up and pushes her forward in to the ropes. She bounces off backwards and Zak drives a forearm in to her lower back. Dems falls to her knees in pain. Zak brings her back up and drops her back down with a back suplex. Then Zak exits the ring to the apron. He waits for Dems to get up and then jumps up on to the ropes, springboarding off. Zak flies through the air, going for a clothesline, but Demmie jumps up and connects with a spin kick to the lips out of mid air. The crowd "OHHH"s as Demmie goes for a cover.
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Demmie then drags Zak up by the hair and shoves him in to the ropes.
Zak bounces off and meets another drop kick under the chin from Demmie. This time even better than before.
Phil Latio: Both superstars seem to be quite equally matched, Don. Two tremendous counters!
Don Chuckles: Demmie has lost focus, though. She needs to get back to that game plan of taking out Zak's arms.
Demmie quickly grabs Zak in a full nelson while Zak is face down on the mat, and then she bridges forward in a brutal looking submission.
Phil Latio: What a deadly hold, Don! Some may call that move Cattle Mutilation. Other may know it as Arms Across America, but no matter how you clice it, it's devastating!
Don Chuckles: Not only does it put immense pressure on the elbows and shoulders, but it always can severely hurt the neck and spine. Great move by Demmie! Zak's gonna have to tap out.
Demmie pulls back hard as Zak's head is pushed further in to the mat. His arms are pulled back and his body looks distorted. Zak is in extreme pain. The ref asks him if he gives up and Zak screams no. the crowd start to chant for Zak. Zak starts to stomp and then uses all of his strength to to flip over, taking Demmie to her feet with him. Zak quickly backslides Demmie to the mat for a cover.
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Phil Latio: Demmie Mae was caught by surprise by that backslide. It was almost over!
Don Chuckles: Come on, Demmie, get back to work on those arms!
Dems up and Zak up as well. He goes for an elbow to the jaw, but Dem blocks it, grabs his arm and falls back to the mat, trying to hyper-extend the elbow joint across both of her knees. Zak rolls around in pain. Dems walks over and stomps Zak's arm then drags him to the ropes. She gets her boot up and chokes Zak. the ref gets to four and Dems let's go then wraps Zak's arm around the ropes pulling on it like she wants to rip it off. Zak screams out, and the ref warns Demmie. Dems then grabs Zak's arm again, she holds it while climbing the ropes and then she jumps off to the outside of the ring, ringing Zak's arm across the top rope. Dems then turns to the crowd as Zak shakes his arm in the ring. Demmie does a courtsey mockingly to the crowd as they boo her a little. She turns back to the ring right in to a huge suicide dive from Zak Shields that slams her head in to the barricade. the crowd roars as Zak gets to his feet, favoring his left arm, but he roars to the delight of the crowd. Zak grabs Demmie and rolls her in to the ring. Zak follows and grabs Dem. He sets her up for the Wild Bomb. Zak lifts Demmie up on to his shoulders but stumbles a little.
Phil Latio: Zak got her up, but does he have enough strength in his arm to put her down?
Don Chuckles: She's fighting back!
Demmie starts to punch Zak in the head, then she starts to claw his eyes. Zak loses control and Demmie proceeds to hurricanrana Zak Shields face first in to the turnbuckle. Zak stumbles out and Demmie connects with a spin kick. She then climbs up top as Zak struggles to get up. Zak turns and Demmie leaps, connecting with a flying crossbody that takes Zak down. The crowd is buzzing as Dem stays on top for the cover.
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Demmie can't believe, and neither can anybody in the building. She argues with the ref that it was three.
Phil Latio: Demmie was inches away from capturing the gold after la Mata. What an amazing combo but the heart of Zak Shields prevented it from being the end!
Don Chuckles: Demmie needs to kick her viciousness in to the next gear. She's said that everything about her that we've seen before means nothing. It's time to prove it now!
Demmie then grinds her boot across the eyes of Zak Shields. Demmie waits for Zak to get up and charges, but Zak counters, popping her up for the Wild Bomb! Demmie counters in mid air and drops Zak with a single arm DDT to the injured arm. Then she quickly locks in a crippler crossface!
Phil Latio: Crossface applied! She's trying to beat Zak Shields with his own submission move!
Don Chuckles: Yes! This joke of championship reign ends now!
Zak is freaking out! Demmie pulls back on Zak's face and arm and shoulder with force. Zak reaches out, but the ropes are light years away...
Zak Shields....
Has no choice....
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To tap out!
Phil Latio: NO! Zak Shields got his foot on the rope! Foot on the rope!
Don Chuckles: He tapped!
Phil Latio: No, he didn't! We were all focusing on Zak reaching the ropes with his arms, we forgot to watch his legs! It ain't over yet!
Dems is livid. She starts to stomp away at the arm of Zak. Then she starts to choke him with her boot. The ref gets in the middle, pushing Demmie back, Zak gets to his knees, and Demmie shoves the ref aside and charges. Zak flips her over with an over head belly-to-belly while on his knees. Demmie flies and slams head and back first in to the turnbuckle as the crowd goes nuts. Zak grabs Demmie, sets her up and takes her down with vertical suplex. But he doesn't let go. Zak twists his hips and pulls Demmie up again. He takes a second to muster up the strength in his arm before taking her down with another vertical suplex. Twist of the hips, and he pulls Dems up again...
Phil Latio: Does Zak Shields have enough in that arm to deliver the third and final of the Three Amigos?
Don Chuckles: No way! He's using up what little strength in that arm he has left. What an idiot!
But Zak Shields does have enough strength. He even stalls the third amigo as the crowd roars on it's approval. Zak holds Demmie up in a vertical suplex for ten seconds then drops her hard to the mat. Zak then gets up and points to the corner. The crowd agree and Zak heads up to the top rope. Zak Shields then dives off, delivering a brutal diving headbutt. he shakes out the cob webs then crawls over to cover Demmie...
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Phil Latio: What a headbutt from Zak Shields, but what is even more impressive is that Demmie Mae kicked out right after!
Don Chuckles: I'm not surprised, Latio. You saw the beating she took at WrestleMania!
Zak then pulls Demmie up and sets her up for a northern Lights suplex but Demmie counters in to a DDT. Demmie struggles her feet. She stumbles to the corner and falls but uses the corner to support herself. She slowly climbs up to the top and his about to go for a moonsault. Zak, out of pure desperation, scrambles to his feet, and catches Demmie before she can take off. Zak has Demmie in a Wild Bomb scenario and runs out of the cover slamming Demmie hard to the mat with his finishing move. Zak collapses from exhaustion.
Phil Latio: Zak with Rule Britannia off the top rope! Zak needs to cover!
Don Chuckles: The damage is true great!
Zak crawls over to Demmie...
Don Chuckles: Too much time! Come on, Demmie!
Zak covers...
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Don Chuckles: YES!
Phil Latio: How in the hell?
Don Chuckles: Zak Shields took to much time to cover being as hurt as he is! He may not have gotten all of that cover either due to the damage done to his arm by Demmie Mae!
Zak, along with the crowd, is in disbelief. He grabs Demmie but she grabs his arm and pulls him down in to another Crippler Crossface attempt.
Don Chuckles: That's it! Zak Shields has no where to do!
Phil Latio: Demmie Mae is about to become the new International Champion! Zak is going to tap out to his own move!
Zak reaches out but can't reach the ropes. He kicks out with his feet but can't reach the ropes that way either. The crowd is willing him to survive, but there's no way out of it. Zak claws at Demmie's hand, but she won't break the hold...
Zak lifts his hand in the air...
Nowhere to go...
No chance of escape...
Or is there?
Zak rolls over on top of Demmie, pinning her shoulders to the mat...
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DING DING DING
Steve Cruise: Here is your winner, and STILL Thy WWE International Champion... The British Brawler... ZAK SHIELDS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: ZAK SHIELDS
The crowd erupts with cheers as Zak rolls off of Demmie. Both competitors lay in the middle of the ring as Zak's music hits.
Don Chuckles: What? No. NO! Zak tapped!
Phil Latio: Zak Shields didn't tap! He was about to tap out, but the heart of that man, the determination, prevented his hand from slapping that mat! Both Zak and Demmie suffered extreme exhaustion, and Demmie may have been caught off guard by that unorthodox pin attempt from Zak Shields! This match could have gone either way, and Demmie Mae should be proud of herself even if she isn't walking out with the championship around her waist.
Zak pulls himself up and the ref hans him the IN Title. Zak holds it up as the crowd roar. Demmie watches on while sitting, shaking her head. She jumps to her feet and gets in to Zak's face, pointing at the title and talking smack. Zak Shields listens and then extends his hand to Demmie. Demmie looks at it as if it's poison. the crowd cheers her as if they want her to shake hands. Demmie shakes her head in disappointment then accepts the handshake! She then slaps Zak Shields in the face and finishes the handshake while pointing at the IN Title. The crowd cheers as Demmie let's go of Zak's hand and exits the ring to head to the back. Zak Shields rub his jaw with a small smile on his face while nodding his head.
Phil Latio: A sign of respect from two equals!
Don Chuckles: Are you kidding me, Latio? Demmie just slapped the taste out of Zak's mouth!
Phil Latio: I didn't see that as a sign of disrespect, Don. It was more on the lines of, "Great match. But we're not done. Next time that title is mine!"
Zak Shields holds the title up again, but quickly drops it. The shock has subsided in his arm, and now the pain has set in. He drops to one knee. Out of nowhere, "Milk Lizard" by Dillinger Escape Plan hits and the crowd gets worried.
Phil Latio: Oh no... Not now! Zak Shields is hurt!
Don Chuckles: It's Mr. Money in the Bank! Yahoo! New champion!
"The Natural One" Robert Garrett bursts out from the back with the briefcase in hand. Zak Shields tries to ready himself to defend the title for the second time in a row. He's hurt badly, but won't back down. Garrett slides in to the ring and holds the case out to the ref.
Phil Latio: Zak Shields is in no condition to defend the title right away!
Don Chuckles: Too bad, Latio. You know the rules, and so does Zak Shields!
Before the ref can take the case...
Phil Latio: Here comes HardKore Comley! he's been searching for Garrett all night!
The pyro goes off and Robert Garrett flies out of the ring with the briefcase before he can officially cash it in. Zak Shields stays in the ring, ready for a fight, but Comley laughs as he watches Garrett flee up the ramp. Comley then exits the ring in pursuit still of Robert Garrett. The crowd is going crazy as Robert Garrett sprints at full speed up the ramp and through the curtain as the show cuts to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: What a match we just witnessed! Zak retains, and after what we just witnessed between Robert Garrett and HardKore Comley, I have just been informed of a huge match that has just been signed by Vince McMahon himself... It will be HardKore Comley going one on one with Robert Garrett, but this time, somebody is getting pinned or submitted, because the match will be under hardcore rules!
Don Chuckles: AHH!
Phil Latio: That's right, there will be nowhere to run for Robert Garrett, because pinfalls count anywhere!
Don Chuckle: You mean, like, anywhere in the world?
Phil Latio: Anywhere, Don. So make sure to tune in next week. It's HardKore Comley versus Robert Garrett in a Hardcore Match!
Don Chuckles: I can not wait for that Phil!
Phil Latio: Folks, what a night it has been. We just witnessed an outstanding main event where Zak Shields narrowly defeated Demmie Mae to retain his Thy WWE International Championship. From all of us here in ThyWWE, we thank for letting us in to your homes...
The crowd starts to boo like crazy as Joey the Bastard steps out from the back Triana at his side.
Phil Latio: Wait a minute now... The Bastard wasn't scheduled to be here tonight!
Don Chuckles: Shut your mouth, Latio! It doesn't matter. If The Bastard wants to come out here, he can do so whenever he damn well wishes.
JTB and Triana stand at the top of them ramp. JTB looks to be a little pissed off, and Triana looks disgusted by the crowd reaction. JTB seems to holding his ribs and his limping a little bit.
Phil Latio: If you missed WrestleMania, you missed an all out war between Joey the Bastard, Scott Wilson, and former Thy WWE World Champion, and General Manager, Christian Knight.
Don Chuckles: The Bastard had that match won, and Christian Knight stole the victory!
Phil Latio: It was brutal, it was intense, but every man had a chance of winning, and Christian Knight finished off his career on top.
Behind JTB and Triana, JTB's bodygaurd, Steve Blackman walks out as well and is also greeted by jeers from the crowd. He is carrying his signature black bag of tricks and deadly weapons. JTB and Triana make their way down the ramp. JTB glares at the crowd with a sneer of his face, as Triana tries to steer clear of fans reaching out to touch her. they reach ringside and Steve Blackman hops up on to theapron while JTB and Triana walk up the steps. Blackman then sits on the ropes while Triana gets in to the ring, and holds the ropes longer while JTB gingerly enters the ring. Triana grabs a mic from ringside and hands it over to JTB who pauses for a second while the crowd chant "YOU SUCK". After listening for a few seconds, JTB brings the mic up to speak...
JTB: Is that so? Well, even after WrestleMania... even after the brutal beatings that we inflicted on each other... Who's the one standing right here in front of you?
BOOOO
JTB: I'm beaten and broken, and yet... I'M STILL HERE! That's the way the story has been since I arrived in this dung heap of a wrestling company, and you all know it!
BOOOO
JTB: And where the hell are Scott Wilson, and Christian Knight? Scott Wilson did what we all knew he was gonna do and went home, and Christian Knight has hung up his boots for good. Or so he says... Because, you see, if Christian Knight truly had any respect for this business, he would know just how to go out. You don't leave wrestling with your head held high, you go out on your back! But, he just wouldn't die, would he? He had to keep fighting for that one last piece of the spotlight, and even as his career winded down and came to an end, he still had to make it all about him. You'd think that he would love this company so much that we would be willing to invest in the future by knowing his rightful place and just accepting defeat. But, no... Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit!
Phil Latio: Hey, now!
Don Chuckles: Quiet, Latio! Don't you have respect?
JTB: Which brings me to another point... Christian Knight, and Scott Wilson... They abandoned you all! All you guys in the back, all you idiot fans here in *bad Boston accent* BAHSTAHN... They abandoned you all in your time of need! They all did! Austin Starr, Christian Knight, Sheamus, Alex Kendall, Jonny Freeman... they all left this company high and dry, and they're never coming back!
BOOOO
JTB: Who's going to save your beloved Thy WWE now? Christian Knight never gave a damn about it. Now he can sit at home with his ugly wife, and his retard baby, collecting royalty checks till he grows old and grey. What about World Champ Blade LaVigne?
YAAAAY!
JTB: He doesn't stand a chance. If he did, this crusade of the New Age would have been stomped out long ago, but we're still going strong, and stronger than ever before after we dropped that dead weight in Zak Shields.
YAAAAY!
JTB: Or how about Kurt Orton? Ask his wife how her neck's doing...
JTB looks at Triana and they share a laugh.
JTB: You see, there is nobody on this roster who can stop the destruction of this company! There is nobody on this roster who we haven't already beaten. Beno? Troy beat his ass in to retirement! Another one of your heroes killed in action, and you will never see Beno in a Thy WWE ring again. Because by the time he picks up his balls, Thy WWE will cease to exist!
Phil Latio: What a mouthpiece. This guy has no respect for any body who helped pave the way for him to be a Thy WWE Superstar!
Don Chuckles: Why should he? He's better than all of them!
JTB: And Vince McMahon wants to try and play games, putting us against each other. Triana, what do you have to say about that?
JTB hands the mic over to Triana. The crowd is deafening with disrespect directed at JTB and Triana. Triana holds the mic up, opens her mouth, then shakes her head with a laugh and passes the mic back to JTB.
BOOO!
JTB: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... SHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!! Triana doesn't have to grace you with her angelic voice if she deems you all unworthy!
Phil Latio: Gimme a break.
JTB: Triana doesn't play by your rules, Vince, and she doesn't have to play your little games, either. In fact, she refuses to as you all saw earlier tonight. But, me? I just like to hear myself talk, and you should to, because the New Age is all you've got! Follow me, and together we can start new, and be rid of the poisons... the cancers that once called this place home. In fact, our job is nearly done, but nobody on this roster other than Vince's hand picked Champion, Blade LaVigne will ever stand a chance of becoming something in this company as long as Vince McMahon is still around. That's right... There's only one dinosaur left to fossilize! I'll tell you right now, Vince McMahon is corrupt. He's lost touch of what you, the fans want. Vince McMahon has lost touch on what this industry needs! And until he steps down, the future of professional wrestling is in dire straits.
Phil Latio: Is he trying to get himself fired?
Don Chuckles: The world needs to hear this, Latio!
JTB: Vince McMahon is the biggest cancerous dinosaur of them all!
The crowd explodes as the Chairman walks out from the back, looking as pissed off as ever. He stills does his usual strut to the ring, though. JTB and Triana look annoyed, and Steve Blackman is his usual stone-faced self.
Phil Latio: The chairman is here!
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, this doesn't look too good for JTB and Triana.
Vince approaches the ring, and walks up the steps. JTB walks over and holds the ropes open with a smirk. Vince stares him and tells him to "Get the hell back!". JTB shrugs and goes back to the center of the ring. Vince grabs a mic of his own from ringside, and walks up to JTB with one hand in his pocket.
Vince: So, I'm a cancer, am I? I've lost touch? I built this company, dammit! With my own bare hands, I built this in to the global sensation that it is today. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have this place to use as your personal playground!
JTB: Yeah, well...
Vince: SHUT UP!
YAAAAY!
Vince: I'm talking! And, quite frankly, I am sick and tired of having you and you...*points in Triana's face* running wild in my company like you own the place!
JTB: Okay, Vince, I understand. I really do. And, I think that I have a solution that we both can agree on... How about at Anarchy, You, Vince McMahon, Chairman and owner of ThyWWE, step inside the ring with the most hardcore sonovabitch in the world wrestling?
JTB gets right up in Vince's face, yelling that last remark. The crowd is buzzing.
JTB: Think about it, Vince. It's outside the box! These idiots would love to see it! You'd have a chance to finally shut me up, and it would make you millions. Isn't that what this is all about to you in the end? Making money?
Vince ponders the thought for a second while the crowd chants his name.
Phil Latio: I wouldn't do it, Vince. You have no business being in that ring competing against a man like Joey the Bastard. He doesn't give a damn who you are! He's taken out people's wives and families. He's taken out little people! Don't get sucked in, Vince!
Vince brings the mic to his mouth with a sick smile.
Vince: You want to face me at Anarchy? Is that what you want?
JTB: yeah, that's what I want, old man!
Phil Latio: Uh oh, here comes Bob Cena and Troy Motor! There's no need for them to be out here!
Don Chuckles: Don't do anything stupid, Mr. McMahon!
Vince looks and sees Cena and Troy on the outside, blocking his way out.
Vince: Good! You're all out here! I wouldn't want you all to miss this... because as far as a match between us at Anarchy is concerned... The answer is... No.
Phil Latio: Oh, thank God!
Don Chuckles: A wise decision.
Vince: But I have an ever better solution, but I don't think you're gonna like it.
JTB starts to shake his head "no". he starts to panic a little bit.
Vince: This New Age crap ends now! Joey the Bastard.... YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII...
JTB cuts off Vince McMahon mid-"fire" with a microphone shot to the skull.
Don Chuckles: AHH! What did he just do?
Phil Latio: What in the Hell? That's the damn owner! he's over sixty years old, dammit!
The crowd gasps as Triana and the rest of the New Age look on in shock. JTB is in shock as well, but then starts to stomp away on a fallen Vince McMahon. Triana tries to stop it, but JTB is crazed. He stomps on the face of Vince McMahon, then drags him up. Cena is up on the apron, telling JTB to stop, but JTB lifts up Vince McMahon and drops him to the mat with a Skrewdriver. The crowd is in total shock, but soon start to boo and chant "ASSHOLE" at JTB. JTB spits in the direction of the crowd then yells for Steve Blackman to give him something. Blackman reaches in to his bag, and rolls in a can of spray paint to JTB. Cena and Triana and Troy are all waving their hands in JTB's face, attempting to get him to stop. JTB holds up the spray paint, and Vince McMahon lay motionless.
Phil Latio: That dirty bastard! That's our boss! That's your boss! That sick son of a bitch! We need some help out here NOW!
Don Chuckles: I'm with you, Latio. This has gone way too far. Hopefully JTB can apologize and keep his job. He just got excited is all.
Phil Latio: He's sick in the head! He knows no meaning of apologies, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had this all planned out from the start! He's the damn devil Himself!
JTB rips the jacket and shirt right off of Vince McMahon's back, and all of a sudden, the crowd erupts as Thy WWE Champion, Blade LaVigne sprints out from the back with Zak Shields at his side. Kurt Orton runs out after, followed by Demmie Mae. JTB yells at the rest of New Age to stop them. Cena and Troy jump out of the ring and start to brawl with Zak and Blade on the outside. Steve Blackman jumps out and attacks KO, and Triana jumps on top of Demmie Mae. The crowd is going nuts!
Phil Latio: Here comes the calvary and thank God for them!
Don Chuckles: But nobody has gotten to JTB yet! he's directing traffic in the ring, and he's alone with Mr. McMahon!
JTB is shouting at the others from inside the ring. Zak and Cena engage in a slugfest. KO slams Blackman head first in to the steel steps. Triana and Demmie Mae are going at it, and Blade is stomping away at Troy Motor. Blade tries to enter the ring, but Cena grabs his foot. Zak tries to get in, but Triana kicks him in the face.
Phil Latio: Every time somebody tries to get in the ring to help Vince, there's a New Age member to stop them! The Bastard is alone with Vince McMahon and there's nobody to stop him!
The roof blows off the TD Garden and Triple H runs out from the back, sledgehammer in hand.
Phil Latio: It's Triple H! Vince McMahon's son in law! Oh my God!
HHH plows through the brawl in front of the ring, taking out anybody in his way with the sledgehammer. JTB is about to paint Vince's back with the spray paint, but spots HHH slide in to the ring. JTB quickly rolls out of the ring and HHH is in hot pursuit. HHH swings the sledge but JTB hops the barricade and flees through the crowd. HHH then goes back in the ring and checks on Vince McMahon. the brawl on the outside has started to be broken up by security. The New Age retreat, as the rest of the Thy WWE roster members enter the ring. They stand inside the ring, looking uneasily at each other. KO and Blade have a stare down for a second, as do Zak Shields and Demmie Mae. The New stands at the top of the ramp. The two groups trade insults and threats until JTB emerges from the crowd and joins his teammates at the top of the ramp. JTB goes to run down the ramp, but the rest of the New Age hold him back. JTB is rabid as he spews venom his mouth towards everybody in the ring.
Phil Latio: This place is going crazy! HHH has returned to save his father-in-law from certain doom.
Don Chuckles: But, look, Latio. Vince is up and he's arguing with HHH!
We see Vince and HHH in a heated argument. the camera closes in so we can hear it...
HHH: Don't do it yet, Vince! Let me have him first!
Vince: Fine! You better be sure about this!
Vince grabs the mic from off of the mat.
Vince: You son of a bitch! You wanna put your hands on me? Well, next week... It's gonna be Joey the Bastard taking on Triple!
The crowd pops big time.
Vince: IN A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH!
Phil Latio: Yes! Let that bastard have it, Hunter!
JTB is shown at the top of the ramp, freaking out.
Vince: And after Triple H beats your ass and leaves you a puddle of your own blood... I WILL FIRE YOUR ASS!
JTB stops freaking out and looks a little bit worried after hearing this. Troy tries to give him some confidence as Zak, KO, Blade, and Demmie all take turns checking on Vince McMahon. Then they all stand in a line looking up at the ramp. New Age stands at the top of the ramp looking back. HHH stands up and points at JTB with the sledgehammer as the ThyWWE logo appears in the bottom left corner of the screen to end the show.
SHOW ENDS
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::RECAP::
Matt Sydal Segment
Dark Match: Blackman over Sydal
Zak Shields Segment
Match One: HardKore Comley over Robert Garrett
Match Two: FEAR over Bob Cena
Comley Segment
Match Three: Troy over Kurt Orton
Main Event: Zak over Demmie Mae
JTB/Vince Segment
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Good work this week everyone.
Sorry for the three days delay. Thanks for being patient.
Just understand that this RAW, we tried out a bi weekly schedule.
That's why there was a five day wait time, and when you add the 3 days delay, it ended up being a long wait
Leave your comments and in a day or so a new card will be posted.
RAW 148
Live from TD Garden
The TD Garden is a multi-purpose arena in Boston, Massachusetts.
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We see words in white on the screen during this vignette:
Time: 10:00 AM
Clear-water Tampa, Florida Matt Sydal's house.
Flight: Boston M.A. 12 pm ( 160 minute flight)
We see Matt kip up out of bed as usual in a happy go lucky mood. He gets dressed in a red collared t shirt, jeans and his glasses. He looks like a fairly dorky five foot eight young adult as he heads out the front door with his Adidas bag of gear. Matt gets on his motorcycle and puts on his helmet and jacket that both have national guard stickers on the back and heads to the Airport as Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins plays in the background.
Time arrived at airport: 11:00 AM
Matt gets through everything he has to do and over the PA System
" Flight 245 for Boston Massachusetts has been cancelled.
Flight 245 for Boston,Massachusetts has been cancelled."
Matt shakes his head
" Like I always say, " That's my life."
Matt goes over to the help desk to a bored looking man.
Matt: Excuse me, what happened with the Boston flight?
Employee: It was cancelled.
Matt: Yes, but why?
Employee: It was cancelled.
Matt: But why?
Employee: (sardonic): Cancelled!
Matt: But it's nice out, weather is fine, everything is good . . .
Employee: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Matt: There's no one behind me, why can't you . . .
Employee: Security . . .
Matt: Fine, fine, I'll go; no worries. Just another debut lost
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Dark Match: Steve Blackman vs Matt Sydal
The opening contest didn't happen. Steve Blackman came out ready for a fight, but Matt Sydal was nowhere to be found. Did he have travel issues?
Either way, Steve Blackman won this match by forfeit, but Steve Blackman vowed to get even with Sydal after, what Blackman called it, "An extreme showing of disrespect."
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The fans go wild as RAW kicks off with Zak's new music hitting the arena.
Zak walks out from the curtain wearing his ring attire, his 'British Brawler' hoodie and his International title over his left shoulder. In his right hand he is holding a microphone. He is sporting a few bumps and bruises still from the beat down of WrestleMania V but he seems in good spirits as he walks down the ramp towards the ring. The fans new cheerful reaction the Zak has put a smile on his face and as he walks up the steel steps he cocks a cheeky grin to the fans as he ducks under the top rope. Zak raises both arms as the fans cheer louder. Zak slowly brings the mic to his lips as the music dies down.
Zak Shields – Well, well, well! What a night. WHAT A NIGHT!
The fans cheer for Zak even more.
Zak Shields – Now I'm going to talk and back there I know the New Age is listening to me. You thought that little beat down you gave me would end me, Would put me out of the picture for a few months. Well you're wrong. My old man gave me harder beatings when I was 8 years old. Next time you want me dead phone him ans ask for a few pointers. But back to why I'm out here. You see you all came out and you threw me out of the New Age for reasons that you claimed was for fraternising with the enemy. Nope, I'm sorry Bob I just don't buy that bullshit! The reason why the New Age decide it was time to part ways with me is simple.
They were all jealous. Jealous for that fact that I was the only member to hold gold while the team stood by and did nothing but lose and whine, I mean Joey moaned when no one came out and helped him win the Royal Rumble. Jealousy ran through the New Age like the Nile runs through Egypt. The New Age feared me and they grew jealous of what I was capable of. Well Joey, Bob, Troy and that little whore Triana. Listen here and listen good. My name is Zak Shields and I'm here to stay god dammit!
The fans go Nuts Cheering on Zak.
Zak Shields – That's right ladies and gentlemen, Tonight I will make an impact and the Revolution will start. Tonight I will stand tall and I will unite THY under one flag and I will not be beaten any more. New Age, I'm coming for you!
Zak drops the mic and the fans go wild as Sweet Child o Mine hits the arena. Zak runs to the turn buckle and he raises the International Title above his head as RAW goes to commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Match One: HardKore Comley vs Robert Garrett
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Slow Chemical" eerily begins to chime in through out the sold out TD Garden in Boston. The Boston fans greet HardKore Comley with some boos, but, for the most part, they don't know what to make of the new Comley. Comley walks out from the back holding a steel chair.
Phil Latio: Folks, if you haven't witnessed this man in action, put the kids in to another room, because he is HardKore Comley, and he is just that: Hardcore! He has with him a steel chair, and not just any steel chair, either. He calls this one LUCKY!, and it's all dressed up for the occasion in barbed wire!
Don Chuckles: Is that chicken wire, Latio?
Phil Latio: It sure is, Don. And don't forget that razor sharp shards of broken glass are embedded in to the steel from top to bottom. That is a deadly weapon, ladies and gentlemen, and HardKore Comley is not afraid to use it!
Don Chuckles: I'd go as far as to say that Comley wants to it! He said that That chair was one of the two friends that
Comley has.What do you think the other friend is?
Phil Latio: I can't imagine, and I pray that we'll never have to find out, Don. This man is an absolute monster! He belongs in an asylum! HardKore Comley is one dangerous dude, that's for sure!
Comley looks at the chair with a look of insanity. But, with HardKore Comley, every look is one of insanity. He makes his way down the ramp, and up the steps. The ref warns Comley not to bring the weapon, but Comley moves like he's going to attack the ref with it, and the ref bails to the floor.
Phil Latio: It's like trying to reason with a mental patient!
Don Chuckles: Maybe so, but HardKore Comley is unlike anything we've ever seen before. The man is a monster for sure, but he's smart, too. Every move he makes has a purpose, and that purpose to hurt people, and hurt them badly. He wants his opponents to suffer, Latio, and I fear for the safety of his opponent tonight, The Natural One, Robert Garrett. Mr. Money in the Bank!
Steve Cruise: Introducing first... weighing at three hundred twenty three pounds... HardKore COMLEY!
Comley looks out to the crowd as the continue to boo him. He sets LUCKY! on the outside against the ringpost, and waits for his opponent.
"Milk Lizard" by Dillinger Escape Plan hits and the fans greet Garrett with a mostly negative reaction. He strolls out from the back wearing an expensive looking sport coat with no shirt on underneath. The Money in the Bank briefcase in hand. His hair is slicked back and he is sporting a pair of Bentley Platinum sunglasses. He walks down the ramp while carrying some head shots of himself. The camera zooms in to see that they are all autographed head shots of "The Natural One" himself.
Phil Latio: these two were involved in a triple threat ladder match at WrestleMania for that very briefcase which contains a contract for a match for the Thy WWE International Championship which can be cashed in at any time Garrett chooses.
Don Chuckles: He's Mr. Money in the Bank, Latio. The Natural One. The Natural Money-maker. Haven't you seen his movies?
Phil Latio: I have not, but I, as you did, as we all did, witnessed that ladder match first hand, and The Natural One narrowly walked out of WrestleMania holding that case.
Steve Cruise: Now on his way to the ring, fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He is the Natural One, ROBERT GARRETTTTTTT
Garrett makes his way up the steps and stops. He turns and tosses the head shots up in the air and in to the crowd. The crowd boos and a lot of them rip them up, or throw them back. Garrett looks annoyed and yells, "Hey! Those are priceless!" He then smirks and enters the ring, heads to the corner and poses while looking over his shades at the crowd.
Garrett, though, saved one headshot. He pulls out a Sharpie from his breast pocket and signs his name on it. Then Garrett walks over and hands it over to HardKore Comley.
Phil Latio: I don't know how smart that is, Don. Is he trying to play mind games here?
Don Chuckles: Yeah, I think so. But, I don't think it's gonna work. HardKore Comley is the master of playing mind games!
Comley looks down at the headshot with his head cocked while Garrett removes his shades and coat. Garrett hands them over to ringside, making sure to remind everybody of how expensive they are. Garrett turns back to Comley and Comley proceeds to take the headshot and use it to papercut himself across the forehead. A trickle of blood runs down Comley's forehead as he begins to laugh. Garrett has look on his face that reads, "WTF?" and he asks the ref, "What's wrong with this guy?" The ref shrugs and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Comley then spears the blood on his face in to a crimson mask and Robert Garrett has seen enough. He bails to the floor to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Don Chuckles: Smart move from The Natural One there. If Comley is willing to mutilate his own face, imagine what he'd be willing to do to Robert Garrett's. Garrett as a natural money-making face, and if anything were to happen to it, he'd be out of a loooot of money, Latio.
Phil Latio: Look at Comley now laughing like a mad man at Robert Garrett, and these fans are letting Garrett hear it!
Garrett shakes his head and starts to leave. But then he spots LUCKY! and grabs the steel chair. Comley stops laughing now as Garrett holds LUCKY! over his head. The crowd cheers but begin to boo once Garrett starts to leave up the entrance way. Comley exits the ring in pursuit as the ref starts the standard ten-count. Comley follows Garrett half way up the ramp, but Garrett uses the TitanTron to know when Comley is within striking distance. Garrett drops the chair, and turns, socking Comley right in the face. This catches Comley of guard and causes him to stumble. Garrett continues with shots to the jaw as Comley stumbles back toward the ring. Garrett then slams Comley back first in to the side of the ring as the ref reaches five in his ten-count. Garrett then goes to whip Comley in to the steel steps, but Comley reverses it, sending Garrett spine first in to the steps with force. The ref has reached eight now, and Comley pulls Garrett up and rolls him in to the ring. As Comley slides, Garrett is up but Comley connects with a quick throat thrust that sends Garrett reeling into the corner. Comley has a sick smile on his face again as he starts to choke Garrett in the corner. The ref counts to four until Comley lets go. Garrett gasps for air, and Comley drives a shoulder in to the side of Garrett's head. Comley then Irish whips Garrett into the opposite corner and follows it up with a hard clothesline that drops Garrett on to his rear end. Comley stays on him now with a choke with his boot to a laid out Garrett. The ref counts to four again and Comley breaks the illegal choke. He pulls Garrett up and drops him back down with a short arm clothesline.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is relentless here!
Don Chuckles: The Natural One might want to just leave and take the loss here. No shame in protecting himself here. HardKore Comley is going to tear him apart! Run, Garrett! Get out of there! Live to fight another day!
Comley looks down at Garrett, laughing, and pushes down on his head with his boot. Garrett kicks his arms and legs in pain, until Comley removes his foot. Garrett tries to get to his feet. Comley stands over him and Garrett connects with a shot to the gut while on his knees. Another shot to the gut seems to stun Comley. Garrett back up and runs and bounces off the ropes running straight in to the boot of Comley with a tremendous big boot that causes the crowd to "OHHH". Garrett sits up, out of it, and Comley bounces off the ropes and boots him in the face again.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley has this match won, Don. He can end it any time he pleases.
Don Chuckles: He should end it now before he does some serious damage.
Phil Latio: That's his M.O., Don.
Don Chuckles: But can't he show a little bit of mercy just this once? I mean, it's Robert Garrett! Star of such great films as Autobahn: Death On Wheels, and Santa With Shades, and who could ever forget the cult classic, Indian Hot Box? Look out!
Comley has Garrett lifted above his head now, and drops him with a military press drop. Instead of going for the pin, Comley begins to choke Garrett on the mat. the ref counts to four and Comley breaks the hold, warning the ref to stay out of his way, and starts to choke Garrett again. The ref, again, counts to four and Comley let's go, then goes to grab the ref. the ref, with lightning quick speed, jumps through the ropes and out of harms way. Comley stands in the ring, telling the ref that that is his last warning.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is at risk of getting himself disqualified here, but I'm sure he could care less. As long as he can inflict pain on others!
Don Chuckles: That ref better not disqualify Comley. He'll rip Garrett apart limb from limb after the match! Garrett just needs to get out of there and leave.
Garrett pulls himself up. Comley turns away from the ref and is meeted by a spear from Robert Garrett.
Phil Latio: The Arcane Arrow!
Don Chuckles: YES! Cover him, Garrett!
Garrett covers and the ref slides back in to the ring...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: NO! Get out of there! Now's your chance!
But, Robert Garrett does not run. Instead, he starts to stomp away on the chest of HardKore Comley. Then Garrett sets himself up in the corner, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Comley on his hands and knees now, but still laughing. Robert Garrett goes to punt kick Comley in the skull but Comley grabs Garrett by the throat. The crowd starts buzzing and Garrett starts to shake is head "NO". Comley lifts Garrett up...
Phil Latio: Chokeslam! It's gotta be over!
Comley covers...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Don Chuckles: Ahh! Why would he kick out? It could have been over right there!
Phil Latio: I think Robert Garrett has a little more pride than that, Don.
Comley looks down at Garrett, and nods his head with a small look of surprise. Comley says, "So you want to endure more punishment, do you?", and pulls Garrett up, then drops his back across the knee with a backbreaker. Comley stands back now, watching Garrett try to stand. Comley chuckles while admiring is own dirty work. Garrett can barely stand. Comley moves in, and Garrett explodes with a beauty of a superkick that catches Comley under the jaw.
Garrett falls on Comley and the ref counts.
1...
2...
THR!!!!
NO!!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Garrett stands up and starts to celebrate, but the ref tries to tell him that the match isn't over. Comley is back up, still laughing. Garrett finally listens to the ref, and is shocked to see Comley standing there, giving a throat slash gesture. Robert Garrett is like, "F this!" and slides out of the ring. He goes to ringside and grabs his Money in the Bank briefcase.
Phil Latio: What's Garrett thinking now?
Don Chuckles: He's fixing to head to the hills, Latio. Smart move, Natural One!
But, Garrett doesn't leave. Instead he slides the briefcase inside the ring. It ends up at Comley's feet, and Comley picks it up. Garrett enters the ring as the ref grabs the briefcase and yanks it away from Comley. Comley looks angered as he follows the ref. Garrett with a low blow behind the ref's back. Comley down to one knee. Garrett intercepts the ref before the ref can hand the case over to ringside. Garrett then grabs the case and shoves the ref away. Then Robert Garrett runs and lunges at HardKore Comley, smashing him in the face with the briefcase while Comley was sitting down. The ref sees it and calls for the bell immediately.
DING DING DING
Garrett rolls out of the ring and starts to head up the ramp as the crowd boos the hell out of him.
Phil Latio: Oh, what a weasel! Robert Garrett knew he was in trouble, so instead of taking the loss like a man, he gets himself intentionally disqualified? I figured he would a little bit more class than that.
Don Chuckles: So what? He's still standing, Latio. And look at HardKore Comley. Laid out like a sack of potatoes! Haha! Uh oh!
Comley sits up and we now see that the briefcase shot from Garrett has reopened the wounds on Comley's forehead that he inflicted on himself with LUCKY! during his pre-match promo from ThyWWE.com. Garrett holds up the case, but then freezes in fear as Comley stands up wearing a crimson mask and laughing evilly. Comley exits the ring and starts to stomp up the ramp. He grabs LUCKY! from the ramp-way, and Robert Garrett is out of there. He high-tails it out of the arena in to the back with HardKore Comley in pursuit.
Steve Cruise: ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification... HardKore COMLEY!
Comley's music hits.
WINNER OF THE MATCH: HARDKORE COMLEY
Phil Latio: Robert Garrett better get the hell outta Dodge, because it looks as if HardKore Comley took that briefcase shot as a sort of invitation!
Don Chuckles: What was brass thinking when they brought that guy in here? He's a danger to others and himself. He should be locked up! Thank God that Robert Garrett made a split-second decision and protected himself.
Phil Latio: Protected himself? The man is coward! Instead of being beating cleanly, Garrett took the easy way out and I, along with all these fans in Boston, have absolutely zero respect for that. Hold on, folks, I've been informed that this isn't over. Something's going on backstage!
We cut to the back to see HardKore Comley scouring the halls, looking for Robert Garrett.
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Comley: Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? OH WHERE OH WHERE COULD HE BE?
Comley comes across a member of the ring crew. Comley grabs him, slamming him up against a wall.
Comley: Where is Garrett! Where is he!?
Staff: I dunno, man! I haven't seen him. I swear!
Comley let's the ring crew member go.
Comley: Well, if you see him, make sure to give him this message...
Comley winds up and cracks the ring crew guy in the face with LUCKY! the steel chair.
Phil Latio: DAMMIT! He has nothing to do with this, you psychopath!
Comley then walks off, continuing his search for Robert Garrett. But Robert Garrett appears in the shot just after Comley is gone. He looks down at the bloodied ring crew member and tosses a couple hundred dollar bills on to his lifeless body.
Garrett: Thanks, kid.
Garrett snickers and then disappears as we cut back to ringside.
Phil Latio: HardKore Comley is one sick son a bitch, pardon my French, but it's the truth! And Robert Garrett is no saint either, sacrificing that innocent kid like that.
Don Chuckles: All that matters is that Robert Garrett's face is unscathed, Latio. Keep those roles and endorsements rolling in, baby!
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The camera goes back into the arena with Phil Latio and Don Chuckles.
Phil Latio: Earlier this week Don, Vince McMahon resigned FEAR to a Thy WWE contract!
Don Chuckles: I'm sure it'll be a short leash and putting him in this triple threat was surely a test.
Phil Latio: We'll see if he kept in shape or if he has a ring rust!
Match Two: Bob Cena vs Triana vs FEAR
Mission Statement by Stone Sour begins to play off of the PA system as people begin to give mix reactions as they realize who's theme song they are hearing. FEAR walks onto the stage with grin on is face.
FEAR begins to walk down the ramp, gets to the ring and slides into it.
Steve Cruise: This is for one fall....First, from Bournemouth, England...standing at 6 foot, weighing in at 235 pounds....FEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
FEAR gets in his corner as his theme song begins to fade.
Phil Latio: I've been informed that Triana is refusing to compete tonight and this match will now be a singles match!
"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 feat. Example blasts around the arena and the crowd go insane. The "Professor of Thuganomics" Bob Cena bursts out from behind the curtain; wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with "PoT" on the back, camo shorts and his steel chain around his neck. He is followed closely by his good friend and co-founder of Operation Fuck Up, Crack. Crack is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with red shorts.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent....From Belfast, Ireland.....Weighing in at 240 pounds....He is a former Thy WWE Champion......BOB CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Cena walks up to a camera man and shouts down the lens, "You make the rules! And we will break 'em!". Cena and Crack both walk down the ramp conversing and slapping hands with the screaming fans in attendance.
Phil Latio: Bob Cena is coming off of a huge win at WrestleMania! Let's see if he can continue tha tonight!
They reach the ring and PoT takes the chain from around his neck, folds it up and hands it to Crack; before sliding under the bottom rope. He walks around the ring doing his double horn taunt before taking his shirt off and throwing it into the crowd. Cena walks to the corner of a ring, staring at FEAR.
The referee calls for the bell.
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Cena and Fear meet in the middle of the ring as they wrap up, Cena with the weight advantage gets the upper hand first. Cena places Fear in a Headlock and that turns into a Hiptoss. Cena tries for a quick cover but FEAR kicks out before the referee even begins counting.
Don Chuckles: Cena should know better, it's going to take more than a simple hip toss to keep Fear down!
Cena picks up FEAR, he pushes Cena away. Cena lounges at FEAR but FEAR drops Cena with a Dropkick. Cena rolls onto his stomach as FEAR drops an elbow onto the back of Cena. FEAR picks up Bob Cena and kicks him in the mid-section. He irish whips Cena into the ropes, FEAR goes for a clothesline but Cena ducks under it and connects with a Neckbreaker.
Phil Latio: Bob Cena with a picture perfect neckbreaker Don!
Don Chuckles: Both superstars showing some quickness for sure!
FEAR rolls onto his stomach as Cena grabs the right leg of FEAR and picks it up, and slams it straight down on the mat. Cena then quickly places FEAR into a single leg, Boston Crab. FEAR right away begins to reach for the nearest rope.
Phil Latio: This is not good Don!
Cena leans back as FEAR gives off a scream. But doesn't give in, FEAR begins to crawl and with one swift movement, FEAR is able to grab the bottom rope, forcing Cena to let go of the Boston Crab. Cena picks up FEAR and kicks him in the stomach. Cena irish whips FEAR into the ropes. Cena lifts FEAR onto his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop but NO, FEAR wiggles his way off Cena's back and connects with a Reverse DDT!
FEAR covers Bob Cena.
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Phil Latio: What a close one! FEAR almost got the victory!
Don Chuckles: Cena is a warrior, it's going to take more than that to keep him down!
FEAR gets to his feet. He picks up Cena and attempts to kick him in the gut but Cena grabs the foot of FEAR and spins him around, Cena kicks him in the mid-section and lifts FEAR up onto his shoulders.
Don Chuckles: This can't be good!
Cena connects with a FU!
Cena hooks the legs of FEAR as the referee begins to count.
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Don Chuckles: My God! FEAR kicked out!
Phil Latio: Cena can't believe it!
Cena's eyes wide open as FEAR kicked out of his FU. Cena picks up FEAR and goes to kick him in the stomach once again. Cena picks FEAR up onto his shoulder, looking for a second FU!
But NO! FEAR slides down off his shoulders, turns Cena around kicks him in the gut, followed by a dropkick to the face! His finishing move, Sword and Arrow.
Phil Latio: FEAR with the Sword and Arrow.
Cena rolls onto his back as FEAR turns towards the turnbuckle. FEAR hops onto the turnbuckle as the crowd begins to get louder.
Don Chuckles: This could be dangerous Phil!
Phil Latio: This is his return match Don, trying to open some eyes!
FEAR goes air-borne and connects with his version of the 450 splash!
The Paranoia.
The referee gets down and begins to count!
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Phil Latio: He has done it! FEAR has won the match!
Don Chuckles: What a match Phil! Really entertaining for sure!
WINNER OF THE MATCH: FEAR
Phil Latio: I'll be interested in seeing how far FEAR can go in this return!
FEAR's theme music hits as he celebrates and the show goes to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Folks, I understand that HardKore Comley has not yet given up his search for Robert Garrett!
Don Chuckles: What!? Come on. Comley won! He should just leave it at that.
We cut to the back to see HardKore Comley once again scouring the halls looking for Garrett.
Comley: Oh, Gaaaarreeeett... Come out to plaaaaaa-haaaaay!
Comley opens a door and yells in to it.
Comley: You can run, Garrett! BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!
Cut back to ringside.
Phil Latio: Robert Garrett made a huge mistake when he poked the monster with a stick earlier tonight, Don!
Don Chuckles: The Natural One needs to leave the building if he already hasn't, and he needs to do it now!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: Up next we have a pretty interesting match for sure!
Don Chuckles: That's right, Kurt Orton will be taking on Troy Motor
Phil Latio: At WrestleMania V, Kurt Orton won the Thy WWE but then Blade shocked the world and cashed in his Money in the Bank contract to recapture the title, he must be really upset!
Don Chuckles: Oh I bet! Then we have Troy, if he wins tonight, that will be back to back wins over former Thy WWE Champions!
Match Three: Kurt Orton vs "The Mercenary" Troy Motor
Steve Cruise: This match is scheduled for one fall! First coming down to the ring, TROOOOY MOOOOOOOOOTTTTORRR!!!
"Flesh Into Gear" by CKY comes over the sound system as Troy Motor's entrance video begins to play on the titan tron. A second or so passes before Troy walks out from the back, the pyro goes off as Troy makes his way to the ring. He walks down the ramp at a steady pace. Pausing toward the bottom to throw his arms out to his side and let out a roar before slapping his chest as chants big to fill the arena. He walks up the steel steps to the ring, slamming his boots down hard with every step. Slipping between the ropes he charges forward and climbs the furtherest turnbuckle, throwing his arm in the air and allowing the chants of the crowd to fill his ego.
Steve Cruise: And his opponent, he is a Two Time Thy WWE Champion.......KUUUURT ORTOOOOON!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly "Unknown Soldier" by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and Troy turns looking annoyed that he didn't get longer to baske in the glory of his fans. The pyro goes off but Kurt doesn't come out. Troy jumps down from then turnbuckle and begins shouting for Kurt to stop being a coward. Then from the darker areas of the entrance to the arena, we see a bandaged Orton, he walks out slowly; limping. For a second he looks almost heartbroken but he quickly returns to his eager, ready to fight attitude. He limps down the ramp, seeming to wince with every step.
Troy seems confused as to what is happening, he starts laughing as Kurt reaches the bottom of the ramp. Kurt looks up at him in the ring, lets out a deep breathe and then slides into the ring, using the ropes to balance slightly. He looks up at Troy and begins to stammer, as though he was realizing the mistake he had made. He looks out around the crowd as they start chanting his name. He pauses, turns to the referee and nods that he is ready to compete. He steps back toward his turnbuckles and stares at Troy, anger filling everything inch of his face. He needed this win.
Troy cracks his knuckles and then swings his arms around, stretching his shoulders muscles. The bell rings and he steps forward. Hands in front of him and a wide, grin on his face. Kurt limps forward, raising his hands slowly and meeting Troys, they circle for a second and then Troy pulls Kurt forward, hitting him with a shoulder to the chest. Kurt seems to show pain to his bandaged ribs. Troy comes in with a swift kick to Kurt's ankles, causing Orton to hit the mat harder. He stops for a second and catches his breathe. Slowly rising to his feet he raises his hands in front of him, throwing a hard right at Troy who takes seems shocked, he throws a right at Kurt. They trade blows, one after the other. Each man trying to best the other in power and strength. Kurt throws a last right hook before following it with a left uppercut. Troy stumbles back and leans back against the ropes. Troy shakes his head in shock, charging forward he lands a big boot to Kurt.
Kurt flops to the map, holding his head in his arms. He shakes his head for a second, taking another deep breathe. He rolls onto his front and smashes his right fist into the mat, then the left. Using his arms to push him up he rises to his feet again. Shouting at Troy that he needs to do better then that. Troy looks at him for a second before charging forward and hitting a clothesline, Kurt drops but is back up quickly. Only to be met with a big spine buster from Troy.
Kurt lies there on the mat for a second as Troy steps back, clearly enjoying his moment. He gestures for Kurt to get back to his feet. Kurt does, he's on his feet, with the biggest grin on his face. Troy laughs at him but before he even has chance to register what is happening, Kurt runs forward. He throws his arm back and allows it to collide directly with Troys chin. A solid clothesline. Troy lays on the mat, confused but gets back up quickly, he runs for Kurt setting up a big boot but Kurt ducks, both men spin and face each other, Kurt is quicker however and grabs hold of Troy's middle section, he throws brings him close and lands an unexpected belly to belly suplex. An unusual move for Kurt.
He stands tall and looks down at Troy before laughing intently. He begins to unwrap his bandages, throwing them out the ring. He suddenly seems to stand better, as though he had been playing possom? Troy is unaware however, looking up at the ceiling, questioning everything. Kurt lays hands on Troy and brings him to his feet. He begins kicking at Troys, legs, striking hard punches and working Troy over very quickly. Troy stumbles, slightly stunned. Kurt uses this to his advantage, running back and bouncing off the ropes before charging forward and hitting an impressive cross body. Both men hit the canvas but Kurt is quickly to his feet. He gestures for Troy to get to his feet and he does. They stare at each other, discussing the possom play of Orton. Troy isn't as asumed anymore, yet Kurt can't stop smiling. He spin kicks for Troys side unexpectedly but troy catches it. Kurt spins around and allowed his other foot to land directly with Troys temple. Troy falls to his knees and Kurt uses this chance to land a hard dropkick to Troys face. Troy is on the mat as Kurt goes for a pin.
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Both men get to their feet, before Kurt irish wipes Troy.
Troy counters and throws Kurt right into the turnbuckle. Kurt slumps slightly. Troy runs forward, hitting a shoulder into Kurt. He bounces off, runs the ropes, charging back toward Kurt, he lands a huge boot against Kurt's chest. Not giving up the assault however, he grabs the back of Kurt's head. He runs forward, dragging Kurt, he lands a full nelson. Troy goes for the cover.
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Troy gets up, turning to the referee he argues the call, shouting a slow count. He doesn't notcie Kurt is on his feet, sneaking up behind him. He calls to Troy who turns quickly before being met with a superkick at full force. Troy drops light a sack of potatoes. Kurt looks down at him, questioning his next move, he pulls Troy to his feet and goes for a Killswitch. It engages and Troy hits the mat. He looks out cold. Kurt goes for the pin.
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Don Chuckles: Sorry Troy! It's over!
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Troy grabs Kurt and throws him up in the air, off him.
Kurt hits the mat and rolls over, slightly shaken by the exchange so far. He gets gets to his feet and looks at Troy, he looks robbed. Before Troy has a chance to even get to his feet, Kurt is on Troy, landing stomps to Troys ankle. After the first six, Troy begins to let out sharp, gasps and yells. Kurt flashes an smile before grabbing Troys ankle and twisting it, locking in a brutal submission.
Troy looks around him trying to spot the ropes but is a good 4 feet away, he trys kicking out at Kurt but misses, Kurt laughs and locks in harder. He starts shouting at Troy, saying how he needed the win. How this was more important to him then Troy would ever understand.
Troys hands grip the canvas, shaking his head in pain, he reaches for the ropes, unable to make the distance. Suddenly, he pulls his own leg, causing sheer agony to shoot through his ankle and leg but giving him levelage. He rolls, throwing Kurt foward, he's up to his feet, his ankle buckling underneath him. Kurt spins and hits a quicky kick to Troy's gut but to no avail. Troy grabs hold of Kurt and throws fist after fist. Kurt stumbles, slightly stunned by the sudden turn of events. Troy sets up for a Dropback. He pushes Kurt backward into the mat. Kurt looks out cold. Troy goes for the pin.
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Phil Latio: This may be it Don! Kurt is out cold!
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THREE!!
WINNER OF THE MATCH - Troy Motor
Phil Latio: It's over! Troy Motor has won the match!
Don Chuckles: Pathetic on Kurt Orton's part! He's a two time world champion, he shouldn't lose a match like that!
Phil Latio: Troy with back to back wins over former champions, he's building a pretty good resume Don!
Troy gets to his feet and lets out another ear drum shattering shout.
He raises his fist before taking a step forward. He gasps as he remembers the pain in his ankle, not letting it get to him however he celebrates in the ring while Kurt lays KO'd.
RAW goes to commercial break!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Main Event: Demmie Mae vs "British Brawler" Zak Shields (c)
InterNational Championship
Steve Cruise: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Thy WWE International Championship!
As the fans a quiet music is heard as Deal With Me by Jessi Jae Joplin And The Ruckus comes over the PA system cutting out all sound as a video being s to play.
At which point in the annoyance of the fans Ms Mae steps out from behind the curtain smirking, her eyes as devilish as ever and her smirk as sinister as possible. Demmie walks down the ramp stopping at the bottom before turning her nose up at the crowd. Upon entering the ring she poses on the far right hand top turnbuckle before jumping down. As the announcer brings the mic to his lips it is snatched by Demmie and she introduces herself.
Ms Mae:
Anunciado desde Rusia, la actual reina de la oscuridad! La perra más malo de tu! Con un peso de ciento once libras, ella es la mujer más visto en la televisión! señoritaaaaaaaaa Demmie Mae!
(Billed from Russia, the reigning queen of darkness! The baddest bitch of thy! Weighing in at one hundred and eleven pounds, she is the most watched woman on television! Miss Demmie Mae)
Demmie then drops the mic and waits for the match to begin.
Phil Latio: Ms Mae earned an opportunity to become the International Championship a few months back, but Zak Shields went on the shelf. Instead of stripping Zak of the title, Vince McMahon booked this match for the moment when Zak Shield's was ready to compete.
Don Chuckles: Shields should have stripped a long time ago, Latio. He's held the title for a few months, but has he even defended it? He's a sad excuse for an International Champion. I mean, the title is already tarnished. Shields is the very first champion, and his reign will forever be seen as a joke! But, fear not, Demmie Mae is gonna turn it around after she wins it tonight with ease. She did the same with the Thy WWE Television Championship, and she's going to do it again tonight.
Phil Latio: Well, I can't argue with you about how Demmie brought the prestige of the Thy TV Championship...
Don Chuckles: The moment that that belt is off the waist of Zak Shields is the moment that that International Championship will a Championship that truly matters!
Rule Britannia blares over the arena and the fans go wild. Zak steps out into the arena with the International Title around his waist. 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!"
Zak walks to the steps and unstraps the IN Title, holding it above his head while standing on the steps to a great reaction from the crowd. Zak enters the ring and nods at Demmie who gives him a little snarl. Zak heads to the corner and jumps up, holding the title up high once again as the crowd show their support for the reigning and defending IN Champion.
Phil Latio: Folks, the reaction for Zak Shields tonight is surreal. Earlier on ThyWWE.com, Zak Shields issued an apology to the world for the things that he did, and allowed to happen while running with the New Age. From the sounds of it, these fans in Boston forgive him one hundred percent!
Don Chuckles: You know, I always thought that the Boston fans were smarter than this. Zak is a weak link no matter where he is, or who he associates with. They really want to cheer a loser like that? Zak Shields wasn't good enough to be a part of the New Age's vision, and he never was, so they kicked him to the curb like a piece of garbage.
Phil Latio: Then tell me, Don. How come Zak Shields was the only member of the group to hold a championship? Bob Cena had two chances to win the World Title and fell, but Zak Shields became the first ever Thy WWE International Champion!
Don Chuckles: Have you not listened to anything that the New Age has spoken? It's all a conspiracy! I wouldn't be surprised if that snake, Zak Shields, was a spy for Vince McMahon, and the title was a gift!
Phil Latio: You're an idiot.
Zak hands over the IN Title to the ref who then holds it up to signify that the title is one the line.
The ref hands the belt over to ringside and calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING
Zak and Demmie circle to start the match. They lock up, elbow and collar style, and struggle for control. Zak transitions by grabbing Dem's arm and twisting it in to a wrist lock. Dem tries to get away but Zak cinches it in. Dem then rolls on the mat and flips around, taking Zak's arm with her and sending him to the mat with an arm drag. Zak up quick, and Dem takes him down with another arm drag. Zak up again and Demmi with a his toss. Zak up again runs into a headlock takedown which Dem holds on to with a seated chinlock.
Phil Latio: Demmie Mae can go to toe with anybody inside a Thy WWE ring. her was with Bob Cena at WrestleMania was one for the ages!
Don Chuckles: Yeah, but who came out on top, Latio? That's right, it was Bob Cena. Maybe, with a lesser opponent like Zak Shields, though, Demmie's luck may change.
Dems holds Zak in the chin lock until Zak wraps his legs around her head and takes her in to a head scissors. Demmie then kips up out of the head scissors and takes Zak down with another arm drag and locks in an arm lock, twisting Zak's arm around, and applying pressure.
Phil Latio: That looks painful, Don.
Don Chuckles: It sure does, Latio. Demmie Mae may be trying to weaken that left arm. A lot of Zak's offence relies on that arm, including the Wild Bomb. Take out the arm, and you eliminate half of Zak's arsenal. Great strategy from Demmie.
Dems keep the arm lock cinched in, but the crowd starts to get behind Zak Shields. Zak starts stomping as the crowd claps along. Zak gets to his feet and pushes Dems to the ropes. Dems off the ropes and ducks an forearm smash from Zak. Off the ropes again and she slides through Zak's legs and pops up with a beautiful dropkick that connects up under the chin. Zak goes down and Dems panders to the crowd who boo a little, but there are equal amounts of cheers in respect for her athleticism. Zak is up and Demmie charges, Zak sidesteps and tosses Dems over the top rope. But Demmie grabs the top rope and starts to skin the cat as the crowd explodes. Zak notices and goes to attack but Demmie side steps this time and wraps Zak up in the ropes and applies an octopus strech using the ropes. The ref starts his five count...
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Dems breaks the hold and goes up to the top rope. Zak stumbles away from the ropes and Dems leaps going for a cross body. Zak catches her out of mid air and then drops her across the knee with a pendulum backbreaker as the crowd pops. Zak with a cover...
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Zak gets Dems up and pushes her forward in to the ropes. She bounces off backwards and Zak drives a forearm in to her lower back. Dems falls to her knees in pain. Zak brings her back up and drops her back down with a back suplex. Then Zak exits the ring to the apron. He waits for Dems to get up and then jumps up on to the ropes, springboarding off. Zak flies through the air, going for a clothesline, but Demmie jumps up and connects with a spin kick to the lips out of mid air. The crowd "OHHH"s as Demmie goes for a cover.
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Demmie then drags Zak up by the hair and shoves him in to the ropes.
Zak bounces off and meets another drop kick under the chin from Demmie. This time even better than before.
Phil Latio: Both superstars seem to be quite equally matched, Don. Two tremendous counters!
Don Chuckles: Demmie has lost focus, though. She needs to get back to that game plan of taking out Zak's arms.
Demmie quickly grabs Zak in a full nelson while Zak is face down on the mat, and then she bridges forward in a brutal looking submission.
Phil Latio: What a deadly hold, Don! Some may call that move Cattle Mutilation. Other may know it as Arms Across America, but no matter how you clice it, it's devastating!
Don Chuckles: Not only does it put immense pressure on the elbows and shoulders, but it always can severely hurt the neck and spine. Great move by Demmie! Zak's gonna have to tap out.
Demmie pulls back hard as Zak's head is pushed further in to the mat. His arms are pulled back and his body looks distorted. Zak is in extreme pain. The ref asks him if he gives up and Zak screams no. the crowd start to chant for Zak. Zak starts to stomp and then uses all of his strength to to flip over, taking Demmie to her feet with him. Zak quickly backslides Demmie to the mat for a cover.
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Phil Latio: Demmie Mae was caught by surprise by that backslide. It was almost over!
Don Chuckles: Come on, Demmie, get back to work on those arms!
Dems up and Zak up as well. He goes for an elbow to the jaw, but Dem blocks it, grabs his arm and falls back to the mat, trying to hyper-extend the elbow joint across both of her knees. Zak rolls around in pain. Dems walks over and stomps Zak's arm then drags him to the ropes. She gets her boot up and chokes Zak. the ref gets to four and Dems let's go then wraps Zak's arm around the ropes pulling on it like she wants to rip it off. Zak screams out, and the ref warns Demmie. Dems then grabs Zak's arm again, she holds it while climbing the ropes and then she jumps off to the outside of the ring, ringing Zak's arm across the top rope. Dems then turns to the crowd as Zak shakes his arm in the ring. Demmie does a courtsey mockingly to the crowd as they boo her a little. She turns back to the ring right in to a huge suicide dive from Zak Shields that slams her head in to the barricade. the crowd roars as Zak gets to his feet, favoring his left arm, but he roars to the delight of the crowd. Zak grabs Demmie and rolls her in to the ring. Zak follows and grabs Dem. He sets her up for the Wild Bomb. Zak lifts Demmie up on to his shoulders but stumbles a little.
Phil Latio: Zak got her up, but does he have enough strength in his arm to put her down?
Don Chuckles: She's fighting back!
Demmie starts to punch Zak in the head, then she starts to claw his eyes. Zak loses control and Demmie proceeds to hurricanrana Zak Shields face first in to the turnbuckle. Zak stumbles out and Demmie connects with a spin kick. She then climbs up top as Zak struggles to get up. Zak turns and Demmie leaps, connecting with a flying crossbody that takes Zak down. The crowd is buzzing as Dem stays on top for the cover.
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Demmie can't believe, and neither can anybody in the building. She argues with the ref that it was three.
Phil Latio: Demmie was inches away from capturing the gold after la Mata. What an amazing combo but the heart of Zak Shields prevented it from being the end!
Don Chuckles: Demmie needs to kick her viciousness in to the next gear. She's said that everything about her that we've seen before means nothing. It's time to prove it now!
Demmie then grinds her boot across the eyes of Zak Shields. Demmie waits for Zak to get up and charges, but Zak counters, popping her up for the Wild Bomb! Demmie counters in mid air and drops Zak with a single arm DDT to the injured arm. Then she quickly locks in a crippler crossface!
Phil Latio: Crossface applied! She's trying to beat Zak Shields with his own submission move!
Don Chuckles: Yes! This joke of championship reign ends now!
Zak is freaking out! Demmie pulls back on Zak's face and arm and shoulder with force. Zak reaches out, but the ropes are light years away...
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Phil Latio: NO! Zak Shields got his foot on the rope! Foot on the rope!
Don Chuckles: He tapped!
Phil Latio: No, he didn't! We were all focusing on Zak reaching the ropes with his arms, we forgot to watch his legs! It ain't over yet!
Dems is livid. She starts to stomp away at the arm of Zak. Then she starts to choke him with her boot. The ref gets in the middle, pushing Demmie back, Zak gets to his knees, and Demmie shoves the ref aside and charges. Zak flips her over with an over head belly-to-belly while on his knees. Demmie flies and slams head and back first in to the turnbuckle as the crowd goes nuts. Zak grabs Demmie, sets her up and takes her down with vertical suplex. But he doesn't let go. Zak twists his hips and pulls Demmie up again. He takes a second to muster up the strength in his arm before taking her down with another vertical suplex. Twist of the hips, and he pulls Dems up again...
Phil Latio: Does Zak Shields have enough in that arm to deliver the third and final of the Three Amigos?
Don Chuckles: No way! He's using up what little strength in that arm he has left. What an idiot!
But Zak Shields does have enough strength. He even stalls the third amigo as the crowd roars on it's approval. Zak holds Demmie up in a vertical suplex for ten seconds then drops her hard to the mat. Zak then gets up and points to the corner. The crowd agree and Zak heads up to the top rope. Zak Shields then dives off, delivering a brutal diving headbutt. he shakes out the cob webs then crawls over to cover Demmie...
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Phil Latio: What a headbutt from Zak Shields, but what is even more impressive is that Demmie Mae kicked out right after!
Don Chuckles: I'm not surprised, Latio. You saw the beating she took at WrestleMania!
Zak then pulls Demmie up and sets her up for a northern Lights suplex but Demmie counters in to a DDT. Demmie struggles her feet. She stumbles to the corner and falls but uses the corner to support herself. She slowly climbs up to the top and his about to go for a moonsault. Zak, out of pure desperation, scrambles to his feet, and catches Demmie before she can take off. Zak has Demmie in a Wild Bomb scenario and runs out of the cover slamming Demmie hard to the mat with his finishing move. Zak collapses from exhaustion.
Phil Latio: Zak with Rule Britannia off the top rope! Zak needs to cover!
Don Chuckles: The damage is true great!
Zak crawls over to Demmie...
Don Chuckles: Too much time! Come on, Demmie!
Zak covers...
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Don Chuckles: YES!
Phil Latio: How in the hell?
Don Chuckles: Zak Shields took to much time to cover being as hurt as he is! He may not have gotten all of that cover either due to the damage done to his arm by Demmie Mae!
Zak, along with the crowd, is in disbelief. He grabs Demmie but she grabs his arm and pulls him down in to another Crippler Crossface attempt.
Don Chuckles: That's it! Zak Shields has no where to do!
Phil Latio: Demmie Mae is about to become the new International Champion! Zak is going to tap out to his own move!
Zak reaches out but can't reach the ropes. He kicks out with his feet but can't reach the ropes that way either. The crowd is willing him to survive, but there's no way out of it. Zak claws at Demmie's hand, but she won't break the hold...
Zak lifts his hand in the air...
Nowhere to go...
No chance of escape...
Or is there?
Zak rolls over on top of Demmie, pinning her shoulders to the mat...
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DING DING DING
Steve Cruise: Here is your winner, and STILL Thy WWE International Champion... The British Brawler... ZAK SHIELDS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: ZAK SHIELDS
The crowd erupts with cheers as Zak rolls off of Demmie. Both competitors lay in the middle of the ring as Zak's music hits.
Don Chuckles: What? No. NO! Zak tapped!
Phil Latio: Zak Shields didn't tap! He was about to tap out, but the heart of that man, the determination, prevented his hand from slapping that mat! Both Zak and Demmie suffered extreme exhaustion, and Demmie may have been caught off guard by that unorthodox pin attempt from Zak Shields! This match could have gone either way, and Demmie Mae should be proud of herself even if she isn't walking out with the championship around her waist.
Zak pulls himself up and the ref hans him the IN Title. Zak holds it up as the crowd roar. Demmie watches on while sitting, shaking her head. She jumps to her feet and gets in to Zak's face, pointing at the title and talking smack. Zak Shields listens and then extends his hand to Demmie. Demmie looks at it as if it's poison. the crowd cheers her as if they want her to shake hands. Demmie shakes her head in disappointment then accepts the handshake! She then slaps Zak Shields in the face and finishes the handshake while pointing at the IN Title. The crowd cheers as Demmie let's go of Zak's hand and exits the ring to head to the back. Zak Shields rub his jaw with a small smile on his face while nodding his head.
Phil Latio: A sign of respect from two equals!
Don Chuckles: Are you kidding me, Latio? Demmie just slapped the taste out of Zak's mouth!
Phil Latio: I didn't see that as a sign of disrespect, Don. It was more on the lines of, "Great match. But we're not done. Next time that title is mine!"
Zak Shields holds the title up again, but quickly drops it. The shock has subsided in his arm, and now the pain has set in. He drops to one knee. Out of nowhere, "Milk Lizard" by Dillinger Escape Plan hits and the crowd gets worried.
Phil Latio: Oh no... Not now! Zak Shields is hurt!
Don Chuckles: It's Mr. Money in the Bank! Yahoo! New champion!
"The Natural One" Robert Garrett bursts out from the back with the briefcase in hand. Zak Shields tries to ready himself to defend the title for the second time in a row. He's hurt badly, but won't back down. Garrett slides in to the ring and holds the case out to the ref.
Phil Latio: Zak Shields is in no condition to defend the title right away!
Don Chuckles: Too bad, Latio. You know the rules, and so does Zak Shields!
Before the ref can take the case...
Phil Latio: Here comes HardKore Comley! he's been searching for Garrett all night!
The pyro goes off and Robert Garrett flies out of the ring with the briefcase before he can officially cash it in. Zak Shields stays in the ring, ready for a fight, but Comley laughs as he watches Garrett flee up the ramp. Comley then exits the ring in pursuit still of Robert Garrett. The crowd is going crazy as Robert Garrett sprints at full speed up the ramp and through the curtain as the show cuts to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Phil Latio: What a match we just witnessed! Zak retains, and after what we just witnessed between Robert Garrett and HardKore Comley, I have just been informed of a huge match that has just been signed by Vince McMahon himself... It will be HardKore Comley going one on one with Robert Garrett, but this time, somebody is getting pinned or submitted, because the match will be under hardcore rules!
Don Chuckles: AHH!
Phil Latio: That's right, there will be nowhere to run for Robert Garrett, because pinfalls count anywhere!
Don Chuckle: You mean, like, anywhere in the world?
Phil Latio: Anywhere, Don. So make sure to tune in next week. It's HardKore Comley versus Robert Garrett in a Hardcore Match!
Don Chuckles: I can not wait for that Phil!
Phil Latio: Folks, what a night it has been. We just witnessed an outstanding main event where Zak Shields narrowly defeated Demmie Mae to retain his Thy WWE International Championship. From all of us here in ThyWWE, we thank for letting us in to your homes...
The crowd starts to boo like crazy as Joey the Bastard steps out from the back Triana at his side.
Phil Latio: Wait a minute now... The Bastard wasn't scheduled to be here tonight!
Don Chuckles: Shut your mouth, Latio! It doesn't matter. If The Bastard wants to come out here, he can do so whenever he damn well wishes.
JTB and Triana stand at the top of them ramp. JTB looks to be a little pissed off, and Triana looks disgusted by the crowd reaction. JTB seems to holding his ribs and his limping a little bit.
Phil Latio: If you missed WrestleMania, you missed an all out war between Joey the Bastard, Scott Wilson, and former Thy WWE World Champion, and General Manager, Christian Knight.
Don Chuckles: The Bastard had that match won, and Christian Knight stole the victory!
Phil Latio: It was brutal, it was intense, but every man had a chance of winning, and Christian Knight finished off his career on top.
Behind JTB and Triana, JTB's bodygaurd, Steve Blackman walks out as well and is also greeted by jeers from the crowd. He is carrying his signature black bag of tricks and deadly weapons. JTB and Triana make their way down the ramp. JTB glares at the crowd with a sneer of his face, as Triana tries to steer clear of fans reaching out to touch her. they reach ringside and Steve Blackman hops up on to theapron while JTB and Triana walk up the steps. Blackman then sits on the ropes while Triana gets in to the ring, and holds the ropes longer while JTB gingerly enters the ring. Triana grabs a mic from ringside and hands it over to JTB who pauses for a second while the crowd chant "YOU SUCK". After listening for a few seconds, JTB brings the mic up to speak...
JTB: Is that so? Well, even after WrestleMania... even after the brutal beatings that we inflicted on each other... Who's the one standing right here in front of you?
BOOOO
JTB: I'm beaten and broken, and yet... I'M STILL HERE! That's the way the story has been since I arrived in this dung heap of a wrestling company, and you all know it!
BOOOO
JTB: And where the hell are Scott Wilson, and Christian Knight? Scott Wilson did what we all knew he was gonna do and went home, and Christian Knight has hung up his boots for good. Or so he says... Because, you see, if Christian Knight truly had any respect for this business, he would know just how to go out. You don't leave wrestling with your head held high, you go out on your back! But, he just wouldn't die, would he? He had to keep fighting for that one last piece of the spotlight, and even as his career winded down and came to an end, he still had to make it all about him. You'd think that he would love this company so much that we would be willing to invest in the future by knowing his rightful place and just accepting defeat. But, no... Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit!
Phil Latio: Hey, now!
Don Chuckles: Quiet, Latio! Don't you have respect?
JTB: Which brings me to another point... Christian Knight, and Scott Wilson... They abandoned you all! All you guys in the back, all you idiot fans here in *bad Boston accent* BAHSTAHN... They abandoned you all in your time of need! They all did! Austin Starr, Christian Knight, Sheamus, Alex Kendall, Jonny Freeman... they all left this company high and dry, and they're never coming back!
BOOOO
JTB: Who's going to save your beloved Thy WWE now? Christian Knight never gave a damn about it. Now he can sit at home with his ugly wife, and his retard baby, collecting royalty checks till he grows old and grey. What about World Champ Blade LaVigne?
YAAAAY!
JTB: He doesn't stand a chance. If he did, this crusade of the New Age would have been stomped out long ago, but we're still going strong, and stronger than ever before after we dropped that dead weight in Zak Shields.
YAAAAY!
JTB: Or how about Kurt Orton? Ask his wife how her neck's doing...
JTB looks at Triana and they share a laugh.
JTB: You see, there is nobody on this roster who can stop the destruction of this company! There is nobody on this roster who we haven't already beaten. Beno? Troy beat his ass in to retirement! Another one of your heroes killed in action, and you will never see Beno in a Thy WWE ring again. Because by the time he picks up his balls, Thy WWE will cease to exist!
Phil Latio: What a mouthpiece. This guy has no respect for any body who helped pave the way for him to be a Thy WWE Superstar!
Don Chuckles: Why should he? He's better than all of them!
JTB: And Vince McMahon wants to try and play games, putting us against each other. Triana, what do you have to say about that?
JTB hands the mic over to Triana. The crowd is deafening with disrespect directed at JTB and Triana. Triana holds the mic up, opens her mouth, then shakes her head with a laugh and passes the mic back to JTB.
BOOO!
JTB: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... SHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!! Triana doesn't have to grace you with her angelic voice if she deems you all unworthy!
Phil Latio: Gimme a break.
JTB: Triana doesn't play by your rules, Vince, and she doesn't have to play your little games, either. In fact, she refuses to as you all saw earlier tonight. But, me? I just like to hear myself talk, and you should to, because the New Age is all you've got! Follow me, and together we can start new, and be rid of the poisons... the cancers that once called this place home. In fact, our job is nearly done, but nobody on this roster other than Vince's hand picked Champion, Blade LaVigne will ever stand a chance of becoming something in this company as long as Vince McMahon is still around. That's right... There's only one dinosaur left to fossilize! I'll tell you right now, Vince McMahon is corrupt. He's lost touch of what you, the fans want. Vince McMahon has lost touch on what this industry needs! And until he steps down, the future of professional wrestling is in dire straits.
Phil Latio: Is he trying to get himself fired?
Don Chuckles: The world needs to hear this, Latio!
JTB: Vince McMahon is the biggest cancerous dinosaur of them all!
The crowd explodes as the Chairman walks out from the back, looking as pissed off as ever. He stills does his usual strut to the ring, though. JTB and Triana look annoyed, and Steve Blackman is his usual stone-faced self.
Phil Latio: The chairman is here!
Don Chuckles: Uh oh, this doesn't look too good for JTB and Triana.
Vince approaches the ring, and walks up the steps. JTB walks over and holds the ropes open with a smirk. Vince stares him and tells him to "Get the hell back!". JTB shrugs and goes back to the center of the ring. Vince grabs a mic of his own from ringside, and walks up to JTB with one hand in his pocket.
Vince: So, I'm a cancer, am I? I've lost touch? I built this company, dammit! With my own bare hands, I built this in to the global sensation that it is today. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have this place to use as your personal playground!
JTB: Yeah, well...
Vince: SHUT UP!
YAAAAY!
Vince: I'm talking! And, quite frankly, I am sick and tired of having you and you...*points in Triana's face* running wild in my company like you own the place!
JTB: Okay, Vince, I understand. I really do. And, I think that I have a solution that we both can agree on... How about at Anarchy, You, Vince McMahon, Chairman and owner of ThyWWE, step inside the ring with the most hardcore sonovabitch in the world wrestling?
JTB gets right up in Vince's face, yelling that last remark. The crowd is buzzing.
JTB: Think about it, Vince. It's outside the box! These idiots would love to see it! You'd have a chance to finally shut me up, and it would make you millions. Isn't that what this is all about to you in the end? Making money?
Vince ponders the thought for a second while the crowd chants his name.
Phil Latio: I wouldn't do it, Vince. You have no business being in that ring competing against a man like Joey the Bastard. He doesn't give a damn who you are! He's taken out people's wives and families. He's taken out little people! Don't get sucked in, Vince!
Vince brings the mic to his mouth with a sick smile.
Vince: You want to face me at Anarchy? Is that what you want?
JTB: yeah, that's what I want, old man!
Phil Latio: Uh oh, here comes Bob Cena and Troy Motor! There's no need for them to be out here!
Don Chuckles: Don't do anything stupid, Mr. McMahon!
Vince looks and sees Cena and Troy on the outside, blocking his way out.
Vince: Good! You're all out here! I wouldn't want you all to miss this... because as far as a match between us at Anarchy is concerned... The answer is... No.
Phil Latio: Oh, thank God!
Don Chuckles: A wise decision.
Vince: But I have an ever better solution, but I don't think you're gonna like it.
JTB starts to shake his head "no". he starts to panic a little bit.
Vince: This New Age crap ends now! Joey the Bastard.... YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII...
JTB cuts off Vince McMahon mid-"fire" with a microphone shot to the skull.
Don Chuckles: AHH! What did he just do?
Phil Latio: What in the Hell? That's the damn owner! he's over sixty years old, dammit!
The crowd gasps as Triana and the rest of the New Age look on in shock. JTB is in shock as well, but then starts to stomp away on a fallen Vince McMahon. Triana tries to stop it, but JTB is crazed. He stomps on the face of Vince McMahon, then drags him up. Cena is up on the apron, telling JTB to stop, but JTB lifts up Vince McMahon and drops him to the mat with a Skrewdriver. The crowd is in total shock, but soon start to boo and chant "ASSHOLE" at JTB. JTB spits in the direction of the crowd then yells for Steve Blackman to give him something. Blackman reaches in to his bag, and rolls in a can of spray paint to JTB. Cena and Triana and Troy are all waving their hands in JTB's face, attempting to get him to stop. JTB holds up the spray paint, and Vince McMahon lay motionless.
Phil Latio: That dirty bastard! That's our boss! That's your boss! That sick son of a bitch! We need some help out here NOW!
Don Chuckles: I'm with you, Latio. This has gone way too far. Hopefully JTB can apologize and keep his job. He just got excited is all.
Phil Latio: He's sick in the head! He knows no meaning of apologies, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had this all planned out from the start! He's the damn devil Himself!
JTB rips the jacket and shirt right off of Vince McMahon's back, and all of a sudden, the crowd erupts as Thy WWE Champion, Blade LaVigne sprints out from the back with Zak Shields at his side. Kurt Orton runs out after, followed by Demmie Mae. JTB yells at the rest of New Age to stop them. Cena and Troy jump out of the ring and start to brawl with Zak and Blade on the outside. Steve Blackman jumps out and attacks KO, and Triana jumps on top of Demmie Mae. The crowd is going nuts!
Phil Latio: Here comes the calvary and thank God for them!
Don Chuckles: But nobody has gotten to JTB yet! he's directing traffic in the ring, and he's alone with Mr. McMahon!
JTB is shouting at the others from inside the ring. Zak and Cena engage in a slugfest. KO slams Blackman head first in to the steel steps. Triana and Demmie Mae are going at it, and Blade is stomping away at Troy Motor. Blade tries to enter the ring, but Cena grabs his foot. Zak tries to get in, but Triana kicks him in the face.
Phil Latio: Every time somebody tries to get in the ring to help Vince, there's a New Age member to stop them! The Bastard is alone with Vince McMahon and there's nobody to stop him!
The roof blows off the TD Garden and Triple H runs out from the back, sledgehammer in hand.
Phil Latio: It's Triple H! Vince McMahon's son in law! Oh my God!
HHH plows through the brawl in front of the ring, taking out anybody in his way with the sledgehammer. JTB is about to paint Vince's back with the spray paint, but spots HHH slide in to the ring. JTB quickly rolls out of the ring and HHH is in hot pursuit. HHH swings the sledge but JTB hops the barricade and flees through the crowd. HHH then goes back in the ring and checks on Vince McMahon. the brawl on the outside has started to be broken up by security. The New Age retreat, as the rest of the Thy WWE roster members enter the ring. They stand inside the ring, looking uneasily at each other. KO and Blade have a stare down for a second, as do Zak Shields and Demmie Mae. The New stands at the top of the ramp. The two groups trade insults and threats until JTB emerges from the crowd and joins his teammates at the top of the ramp. JTB goes to run down the ramp, but the rest of the New Age hold him back. JTB is rabid as he spews venom his mouth towards everybody in the ring.
Phil Latio: This place is going crazy! HHH has returned to save his father-in-law from certain doom.
Don Chuckles: But, look, Latio. Vince is up and he's arguing with HHH!
We see Vince and HHH in a heated argument. the camera closes in so we can hear it...
HHH: Don't do it yet, Vince! Let me have him first!
Vince: Fine! You better be sure about this!
Vince grabs the mic from off of the mat.
Vince: You son of a bitch! You wanna put your hands on me? Well, next week... It's gonna be Joey the Bastard taking on Triple!
The crowd pops big time.
Vince: IN A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH!
Phil Latio: Yes! Let that bastard have it, Hunter!
JTB is shown at the top of the ramp, freaking out.
Vince: And after Triple H beats your ass and leaves you a puddle of your own blood... I WILL FIRE YOUR ASS!
JTB stops freaking out and looks a little bit worried after hearing this. Troy tries to give him some confidence as Zak, KO, Blade, and Demmie all take turns checking on Vince McMahon. Then they all stand in a line looking up at the ramp. New Age stands at the top of the ramp looking back. HHH stands up and points at JTB with the sledgehammer as the ThyWWE logo appears in the bottom left corner of the screen to end the show.
SHOW ENDS
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::RECAP::
Matt Sydal Segment
Dark Match: Blackman over Sydal
Zak Shields Segment
Match One: HardKore Comley over Robert Garrett
Match Two: FEAR over Bob Cena
Comley Segment
Match Three: Troy over Kurt Orton
Main Event: Zak over Demmie Mae
JTB/Vince Segment
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Good work this week everyone.
Sorry for the three days delay. Thanks for being patient.
Just understand that this RAW, we tried out a bi weekly schedule.
That's why there was a five day wait time, and when you add the 3 days delay, it ended up being a long wait
Leave your comments and in a day or so a new card will be posted.
