Post by Brock Lesnar on Oct 28, 2012 22:07:05 GMT -6
Saturday Night's Main Event: Night of Glory!
Live! From Madison Square Garden in New York, New York!
10/28/12
As the SNME logo fades across the screen, "Sandpaper" an eerie sound blares. The lyrics to Fozzy's "Sandpaper" are belted out, as the band kicks in. We fade into Madison Square Garden, where the crowd is going nuts for tonight's show! As the camera pans around, it catches fans screaming their heads off and raising their signs high into the air, showing support for their favorite superstars. The camera then cuts to commentary table.
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to Night of Glory! Is this one going to be exciting, or what? Every title, yes every title will be on the line tonight, and I think... we're going to find out just who it is that bought 50 percent of the company right out from under Shane McMahon.
Austin Owens: There's no telling who it is, Joey. It could be Paul Heyman. It could be the Million Dollar Man! It could even be me!
Joey Styles: That's highly doubtful, Austin. But let's not waist anymore time. Let's get this show started!
Alberto Del Rio vs. Sin Cara
Mercennario vs. Gamerr-X
(Border Battle: Singles Match!)
Winner by Simulation: Alberto Del Rio
As we fade to the back, we look on at Matt Striker, who is standing by with Ted DiBiase and Joe Hennig.
Matt Striker: What a match we just saw, folks, but coming up next we're going to be seeing these two men go head to head with Dolph Ziggler, who is a former World Heavyweight Champion, and his partner... Sheamus!
Joe Hennig: That's right, Striker, Ted and I are going to be facing Ziggler and Sheamus, but it won't be for nothing. It will be for the World Tag Team Championships! You see, Ted and I have been telling management for weeks that we deserve some recognition for what we have done in our short time here, and it is about damn time we were rewarded.
Matt Striker: Excuse me for asking, but... what have the two of you done, Joe?
Joe Hennig: You questioning me? Huh? Last week... I defeated the man who is competing for the Intercontinental Championship later on tonight. That's right, Matt... I defeated him.
Mattt Striker: Uhh, what about him?
Striker points to DiBiase.
Ted DiBiase: Listen here, Striker! It doesn't matter what I have done here! what matters is that after tonight... the World Tag Team Championships will be around the waists of Joe and I.
Ted shoves Striker back, knocking him to the ground. He and Hennig walk off, as they head out for their match.
Sheamus & Dolph Ziggler vs. Joe Hennig & Ted DiBiase
Tru_LegendKiller & Koalas16 vs. NAOD-Generate & Y2J_Jericho_Y2J
(World Tag Team Championships: Tag Team Match!)
Winner: Joe Hennig & Ted DiBiase
After the bell sounds, Hennig and DiBiase are handed the titles. Ziggler is arguing with the referee, claiming he had his foot on the rope. The referee swears he didn't see it. Sheamus stands on the outside shaking his head. As Ziggler finally rolls out of the ring, Hennig and DiBiase begin to celebrate. Hennig calls for a mic, and one is handed to him.
Joe Hennig: What did we tell you? Huh? What did we tell you before this match? This... is what we told you would happen. These titles... belong to us now!
Ted DiBiase: This match... was nothing. Ziggler and Sheamus... they weren't even a challenge! So... you know what? We're gonna issue an open challenge on the next show! And we mean open challenge! If you're under contract or not... you can show up on the next show, and you can get a beating just like they just did!
DiBiase tosses the mic out of the ring, as he and Hennig continue to celebrate.
As we fade backstage, we look on at Shawn Michaels, who has his back to the camera. Shawn reaches into his locker and pulls out his entrance vest. As he slips it over his arms, a knock comes at the door. without much hesitation, the door opens and John Laurinaitis steps inside the room. Ace has a bandage on his forehead from the attack he suffered from Shawn last week.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn... I uh... I hope you enjoyed last week because tonight... could very well be your last night in this company. Do you understand that, Shawn?
Shawn gets right in Ace's face, but several police officers step into the room, getting inbetween the two.
Shawn Michaels: Johnny... you can bet your bank account that I enjoyed every time my fist connected with your oversized head. And whether I win tonight or not... all that matters is that I go out there and give those people the match of the night.
Shawn stares hatefully at Ace, as he hides behind the police.
John Laurinaitis: I can only hope you're not so lucky tonight, Shawn. After what you did last week I can't wait to give you your walking papers.
Shawn shoves past the police officers and leaves his lockerroom.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels vs. Kevin Nash
Blizz5307 vs. CShep19
(Loser Leaves Town: Falls Count Anywhere Match!)
Winner: "HBK" Shawn Michaels
Shawn crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He stumbles to the corner and breathes heavily.
"Power To The People" blares through the arena, as the crowd roars with boos. John Laurinaitis steps out onto the stage with a wide smile on his face. Ace makes his way down the ramp. As he walks around the ring, he passes Nash. He shakes his head in shame at Nash and mouths, "I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors." Nash shoves past Ace, as he makes his way up the ramp. Ace grabs a mic and walks up the steps. He then stands in the center of the ring, staring Shawn right in the eyes.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn... congratulations on your victory here tonight. You sent home a man who you have been through hell with here in SNME. You sent home a man... who was once your best friend. How does that make you feel, Shawn? Huh? How does it feel to get someone fired? It feels great, doesn't it? There is no better feeling than that, Shawn. None at all! And while you may have won your match tonight... you failed your evaluation, Shawn. You did not meet a passing score. Therefore... I am afraid I will have to now do this. Actually... I am very happy to do this. Shawn Michaels... I wish you the be-
The crowd explodes with a roar of cheers, as Ace's eyes grow wide with shock. Paul Heyman steps out onto the stage with a wide grin across his face. He then looks back and motions his hand to someone... Brock Lesnar! Brock jogs out onto the stage in workout pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. Brock bounces from one foot to the other before making his way down the ramp. Heyman follows him down to the ring, where both of them walk up the steps. Heyman motions for a mic and steps into the ring with Brock right beside him. Heyman snatches the microphone from Ace, who backs into the corner, frightened at the very sight of Lesnar. As the music fades out, Heyman clears his throat.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen... you are not seeing a ghost! Oh, no! This is the Evil Genius in the flesh... Paul Heyman! You see... the last time I saw you people was... oh, yes! I remember! I was fired! My team lost to the team of this so-called pathetic excuse of a General Manager! But you see, Johnny... I have been waiting. Waiting for the very moment to strike. And that moment... is now! These people see it, Johnny. They see how inept you truly are at this job. And that, Johnny, is why I am sticking my nose BACK into things! You want to walk around "evaluating" talent, Johnny? Look at this man!
Heyman points to Brock Lesnar.
Paul Heyman: How big of an idiot do you have to be to let this man slip out your hand, huh? How big, Johnny? How did you not do the right things to keep this man in this company? Are you truly that dumb? And then this man...
Heyman points across the ring to Shawn Michaels, who's ears perk up.
Paul Heyman: This man is one of the greatest... yes, greatest of ALL TIME! Do you not see that, Johnny? Look at the list of accomplishments under his name. How dumb do you have to be, Johnny? You know what? You don't deserve to be standing in this ring with the like so of these two... Brock.
Brock grabs Ace by the collar and lifts him up into the air. Ace screams for mercy, and Heyman begins to laugh maniacally. Brock suddenly releases Laurinaitis and spins around, catching Heyman across the jaw with a stiff right hand! Brock lifts Heyman up onto his shoulders... F-5! F-5! F-5!!! Paul Heyman's body lays limp on the mat, and Ace is smiling. Shawn Michaels comes firing out of the corner, leaping on Brock's back! Shawn pounds away at Brock, but he snatches him off of his back and onto the ground. Michaels jumps up to his feet and goes for Sweet Chin Music... no! Brock blocks it and lifts him up onto his shoulders! F-5! F-5! F-5!!! John Laurinaitis extends his hand, and a sick and twisted smile rolls across Brock's face. The Next Big Thing takes Ace's hand and shakes it. He has signed a deal with the devil! Michaels and Heyman lay limp on the ground, as Johnny raises Brock Lesnar's hand high in the air. Trash begins to fly in the ring, as we cut to the back.
As we fade to the back, Edge is seen walking down the hall. Maria Kanellis comes chasing him down for a quick interview.
Maria: Edge! Can I get a quick word with you before your match?
Edge stops, looking down at Maria.
Maria: Edge, in just a few moments you will be heading out to the ring to go head to head with a legend in this business. He is known as the toughest SOB in the world... Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Edge: Maria... I don't care who it is I am going up against in that ring. It can be Barack Obama for all I care. One thing is for sure... whether it is the No Holds Barred Championship or another championship... Edge is leaving this city tonight with gold! Now get outta my way because Edgeamania is about to get started, baby!
Edge blows Maria off, as he heads out for his match.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin vs. Edge
Save_us_pawn99 vs. IM-AWESOME-1221
(No Holds Barred Championship: Extreme Rules Match!)
Winner by Simulation: "Stone Cold" Steve Austin
As Austin's hand is raised high in the air, the referee hands him the title. Austin holds it up high, as he motions for beer. As beer after beer is tossed to him, he downs them one after another. Austin finally rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. Edge can be seen at ringside with a blank stare across his face. He then shoves the camera out of his way jumps over the barricade.
The Leviathan vs. Wade Barrett
Kingz_Undefeated vs. Edgeomaniac1992
(Intercontinental Championship: Singles Match!)
Winner by Simulation: Wade Barrett... New Intercontinental Champion
The referee hands Barrett the title, who raises it high into the air. The referee is called over by Justin Roberts, who whispers something into his ear. As Barrett is celebrating, Dolph Ziggler comes running down the ramp. Ziggler slides into the ring and stalks Barrett... ZigZag! ZigZag! The referee calls for the bell, and Ziggler covers Barrett...
"One! Two!! Three!!!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and NEW Intercontinental Champion... "The Showoff" Dolph Ziggler!
Ziggler grabs the Intercontinental Championship and slides out of the ring. He raises the title high in the air, as the crowd is wondering why he was awarded this title shot. Ziggler disappears behind the stage, cherishing his newly won title.
As the camera cuts backstage we see Dolph Ziggler screaming and yelling, as he goes down the hall with the Intercontinental Championship held high. He is then greeted by John Laurinaitis.
John Laurinaitis: Dolph... congratulations. You see, I told you that you would be rewarded for your good performance in your time here in SNME. And it all paid off.
Dolph Ziggler: Johnny... I owe you big time, my man. Big time! I'm the champ, baby! Woooo!
Ziggler walks off with the cherished IC title over his shoulder.
CM Punk vs. The Miz
SXE_Warrior_SXE vs. Ryden78
(Final Showdown: Iron Man Match!)
Winner: CM Punk
As we fade backstage, a black limousine pulls up. Mick Foley is seen walking out. The crowd can be heard roaring from inside. As Foley approaches the limo, the driver gets out. The door to the arena bursts open, as Shane McMahon comes walking out.
Shane McMahon: Who's in that limo, Mick? Huh? Who's in there?
Shane begins to bang on the door, yelling for whoever it is inside to open up. Mick pulls Shane back and gets in his face.
Mick Foley: Shane 'O, trust me. You're going to find out who's in there. But it isn't going to be right now. Patience, Shane. Patience.
Shane McMahon: I own half of this company, and if I want to know who the hell bought the other half, then I damn well deserve to!
Mick Foley: Shane... like I said. You're going to find out who it is. You just sit back and enjoy the main event.
Shane shoves Foley back and walks back into the arena. As the camera turns around it catches Foley stepping inside the limo. The camera tries to get a peak inside, but Foley shuts the door.
Main Event:
"The Viper" Randy Orton vs. The Big Show
Floodwater123 vs. WorId-Champion
(World Heavyweight Championship: Singles Match!)
Winner: Randy Orton
As the bell sounds Randy Orton is handed the World Heavyweight Championship. Orton raises the title high in the air, as the crowd looks on. His celebration is then interrupted...
Alter Bridge's "Coming Home" blares through the arena, as Orton turns around. Fog shoots up through the stage, as Edge comes running through it. In his hands he holds what looks to be a contract of some kind. Edge takes off running down the ramp and slides into the ring. Orton looks on confused, and he is speared!!! Spear! Spear! Spear! Edge gets to his feet, and the crowd are in shock. Edge hands the referee the paper. The referee quickly glances at it and calls for the bell. Edge covers the already damaged Orton...
"One! Two!! Three!!!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... and NEW World Heavyweight Champion... Edge!
Edge grabs the title and raises it high in the air. Orton is dumbfounded. Orton rolls out of the ring, pissed at what just took place. John Laurinaitis and Shane McMahon come rushing down the ramp, yelling at the referee. McMahon and Laurinaitis climb into the ring and immediately begin to question the referee's decision. They snatch the paper out of the ref's hands and begin to read it. The lights suddenly dim, as...
"NO CHANCE!!!"
The music of the devil himself blares through the soldout Madison Square Garden! Shane's eyes grow wide with shock, as his father, Vince McMahon, appears at the top of the stage. Vince McMahon makes his way down the ramp, as the roof is exploding off of the building. Shane and Johnny cannot believe it. Vince walks up the steps and takes a microphone. Randy Orton watches on from outside the ring, as Vince enters it. As his music fades out, the crowd is absolutely roaring.
Vince McMahon: Shane... you son of a bitch! You may have stolen everything out from under my nose... but I am about to make your life a living hell!
The crowd explodes with cheers again, and a smile rolls across Vince's face.
Vince McMahon: Was it really that hard, Shane? Was it that difficult to figure out who bought half of "your" company? Our should I say... our company now? Haha. Things are about to change for this company. You have turned wrestling into... into a kids' morning cartoon! I am about to give this place some... ATTITUDE!!!
Vince drops the mic and kicks Shane in the stomach! McMahon Stunner! McMahon Stunner!
Joey Styles: Oh my God!!!!!!!
Austin Owens: Vince just hit the Stunner on his own son!!! What in the hell is going on?!?
"No Chance" blares through Madison Square Garden once more, as Vince looks out into the crowd. With a twisted smile across his face he climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp. Laurinaitis is seen bending down to check on Shane, as Night of Glory fades to black...
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