Post by Brock Lesnar on Nov 14, 2012 0:52:29 GMT -6
Live! From The Tampa Bay Times Forum in Tampa, Florida!
11/19/12
Drums begin to pound through millions of television sets all around the world, as eager fans tune into just the right channel just in time. The new SNME: Attitude! logo slowly fades onto the screen and shatters! We are taken live into the SNME: Attitude Arena, and thousands of fans are packed into the Tampa Bay Times Forum for tonight's show! Pennywise's "Revolution" is blaring through the speakers, as the camera pans around the arena. Fans are screaming their heads off, bringing the energy inside the arena to an all new level. As the camera focuses on the stage, fireworks begin to blast off, exploding with bright colors of red, white, and blue! As smoke lingers across the stage, we are taken to the commentary table where Joey Styles and Austin Owens are joined by someone new... Jim Ross!
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen... it is my honor to welcome you here tonight! But this isn't this same old show. Attitude is under way, and before we get into things I want to take the time to welcome Hall of Fame Broadcaster Jim Ross to the table!
Jim Ross: Thank you very much, Joey. It is an honor to be here on such an exciting night for this company!
Austin Owens: An honor it is to be sitting ringside with one of the greatest commentators in this business.
Joey Styles: Folks, as you saw at Night of Glory, a new Co-Owner of SNME was revealed... and if you missed it... that Co-Owner is none other than Shane McMahon's father, Vince McMahon! That is why we are no longer SNME: All Stars.
Jim Ross: After seeing what John Laurinaitis and Shane were doing to wrestling, Vince figured it was time he stuck his nose back into things, and that, folks, is why we will be seeing a completely revamped roster here in SNME!
Austin Owens: Rumor has it that Vince McMahon has gotten up with stars of the Attitude Era! He claims that the way things were going Shane and Johnny were turning wrestling into a pansy sport. And what better way to do it than bring back the guys that made it wrestling uncut and uncensored?
Joey Styles: There's no doubt about that, Austin, but moving on...
Before Joey can get another word out, "Next Big Thing" blares through the arena. Brock Lesnar slowly makes his way out, bouncing around on the stage from one foot to the other. In tow is the man who caused Lesnar to turn his back on Paul Heyman... John Laurinaitis. Ace and Lesnar slowly make their way down the ramp, ignoring the held out hands of fans standing at the barricade. Brock walks up the steps, as Ace follows up behind him. He then ducks under the top rope and begins to pace the ring. As Ace enters the ring, he beckons for a microphone. As the music fades out, the fans begin to roar with boos.
John Laurinaitis: Now, now! You people shut your mouths! I know what is best for you, and what is best... is listening to what I have to say! I am the General Manager of Saturday Night's Main Event, and I demand respect from you people! Now... here in my hand I have a list of matches. This list of matches contains superstars that were handpicked to compete here tonight. And no... none of those are ones that were brought in by Vince McMahon. No one wants to see a bunch of guys from the late 90's...
"No Chance In Hell" blares through the building, as the crowd roars with cheers! Vince McMahon comes strutting out onto the stage with a wide smile across his face. With a microphone in hand, Vince makes his way down the ramp. Vince makes his way up the steps and ducks under the top rope. He enters the ring, as both Laurinaitis and Lesnar look on. As his music fades out, the cheering slowly dies down. Vince clears his throat and raises the mic to his mouth.
Mr. McMahon: What? Don't remember what happened at Night of Glory? Well, Johnny... it happened! And if you think that the guys I hired aren't going to be in action here tonight, then you're out of your damn mind! You see, the power you hold here in this company compared to mine... is nothing! I overrule you, Johnny. What I say... goes. And so far I haven't seen my good for nothing son around here to say otherwise! So... let's get things straight. The Tag Team Champions... Joe Hennig and Ted DiBiase... they are no more! I fired them!
John Laurinaitis: You can't do that!
Mr. McMahon: Oh, I can't? Well... I did! The World Tag Team Championships are vacated! You see... there were no real tag teams, and now that I have hired some actual teams, we are about to crown real champions. We're going to be seeing two teams in action tonight. Too Cool... and Godfather and Mark Henry!
The crowd begins to cheer at the match Vince just announced.
Mr. McMahon: But that isn't all you're getting from me tonight. Johnny... before Night of Glory you fired someone, didn't you?
John Laurinaitis: That's right. I fired that good for nothing piece of garbage Triple H.
Mr. McMahon: That's right... you did. And Brock... didn't you attack one of Triple H's best friends? Didn't you attack Shawn Michaels when that moron, Ace, tried to fire him?
Brock nods his head.
Mr. McMahon: Well... let's just say someone is about to break it down!
Brock looks on confused, but the crowd begins to roar! Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and X-Pac come running through the crowd in Degeneration X shirts. All three of them jump the barricade and roll into the ring. Brock throws a punch, but Triple H blocks it! Michaels and X-Pac hammer away at Brock, driving him back into the corner! Brock begins to fight back, but he is no match for three men. All three suddenly back away, and Brock charges out of the corner... Sweet Chin Music! Brock stumbles back, flipping over the ropes and out of the ring.
Mr. McMahon: Brock... take a look at your opponent for later tonight.
Brock gets to his feet, holding his jaw from the kick from Michaels. Vince then raises Triple H's hand, who looks on at Brock. John Laurinaitis stands at the top of the stage throwing a fit. As Vince looks on, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and X-Pac begin to throw up X's and crotch chop, as they walk around the ring. The crowd is absolutely on fire and love seeing DX back in wrestling. As Brock and Ace disappear behind the curtain, we fade to commercial.
The SNME cameras return from commercial break... The camera focuses in on Justin Roberts standing in the center of the ring.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen it is my pleasure to at this time, introduce to everyone the NEW GM of the Diva division here in SNME... Stephanie McMahon!
The crowd in attendance erupts for the "Billion Dollar Princess" as she makes her way to the ring. She grabs the microphone aggressively from Justin Roberts, and begins to speak...
Stephanie McMahon: We are at the dawn of a NEW era here in SNME, a new era with ATTITUDE! And with that in mind, who else to be in charge of the entire Diva's roster than ME! I have more ATTITUDE than ANYONE here in SNME! And I intend to bring my own brand of action to our programs. Make no mistake about it, I am THE MOST DOMINANT FEMALE here in SNME. All of the Divas backstage better show me the RESPECT that I deserve. Otherwise they will find out just what kind of BITCH I can be!
The loud speaker in the arena plays Stephanie's music as the cameras fade to commercial once more.
As we fade to the ring, Justin Roberts brings the microphone to his mouth.
Justin Roberts: The Following DIVA contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Justin Roberts: Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada... Trish Stratus!
Trish makes her way out onto the stage, and crowd lets out a round of cheers for the Women's Champion. Trish then makes her way down the ramp and into the ring.
Justin Roberts: And her opponent, from Buffalo, NY... The Glamazon Beth Phoenix!
Beth steps out onto the stage, looking to the ring at her opponent. She then heads down the ramp, ignoring the fans that hold their hands out. Beth climbs up the steps and enters the ring.
Trish Stratus vs. Beth Phoenix
Floodwater123 vs. Grobe15
(Singles Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The two divas are in the ring ready for action, the bell rings and the two divas charge in toward each other. The two hellcats trade blows left and right as the fans get into the action cheering every blow. Beth Irish whips Trish into the ropes, and attempts a clothesline which Trish gracefully ducks underneath in a matrix-like fashion.
Trish follows up by kicking Beth square in the back of the head knocking her down, and gets a count of 2. Beth gets up and starts to pound away on Trish who tries her best to fight back. The power of Beth starts to gain her the advantage in the contest. Beth picks up Trish and tries for the Glam Slam, but Trish rolls through into a quick cover, which nets a count of 2 for Trish.
Beth throws Trish into the corner and charges at her. Trish dodges out of the way as Beth goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Trish grabs Beth by the head and uses the turnbuckle for leverage to deliver the Stratisfaction Bulldog... Trish goes for the cover...
"1... 2... 3!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your Winner, Trish Stratus!
As the referee raises Trish's hand in victory, the lights suddenly shut off. The crowd is wondering what is going on, as a video begins to play.
As the video finishes playing, the lights flicker back on. Trish looks on, as the video that has been playing mysteriously for months. She then exits the ring and heads up the ramp.
"Flight of the Valkyries" hits the arena as Daniel Bryan comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a "Yes!" T-Shirt on. He grabs a microphone, takes a deep breath, and prepares to talk.
Daniel Bryan: ..............
The fans await for Bryan to speak, as they are all wondering what he could possibly say. Suddenly, Bryan drops the mic and exits the ring, he heads to the announce table, stands on it, and screams "Yes!" He continues to jump around the the table screaming "Yes!" and he gets back in the ring again, grabs the microphone from the mat, and prepares to talk as the crowd awaits.
Daniel Bryan: ........................
Bryan once again drops the mic and exits the ring, starts screaming "Yes!" and jumping round, giving some fans hi-fives while at it, he once again gets back in the ring and picks up the microphone, he takes a deep breath.....but instead of talking he throws away the microphone to the crowd. Bryan exits the ring as he jumps around screaming "Yes!" as he heads backstage. Bryan exits the arena as the fans start booing, as they are disappointed.
"Can You dig It?" blares through the Times Forum, as flames shoot up all across the stage. The crowd roars with cheers, as Booker T walks out onto the stage with his hands held high in the air. Booker raises the roof with his hands and heads down the ramp. As he reaches the halfway point, he throws his hands up and slams them down, causing flames to shoot up across the stage once more. He then makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. As Booker T paces the ring, his music fades out.
"Smoke and Mirrors" cuts off Booker's music, and the crowd begins to boo. The Dashing One Cody Rhodes slowly walks out onto the stage with an arrogant smirk across his face. As Cody looks to the ring at Booker, he makes his way down the ramp. Cody jogs up the steel steps and ducks under the top rope. Rhodes pulls off his entrance coat and drops it outside of the ring. He then backs into the corner, awaiting the bell to sound.
Booker T vs. Cody Rhodes
Ezabackhome vs. ky1990
(Singles Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Booker and Cody waste no time, as they lock up! Booker shoves Cody back into the corner and knees him in the gut! Booker then elbows Rhodes across the face, before the referee forces him out of the corner. Cody fires out of the corner, spinning around Booker T and hitting him with a dropkick! Booker stumbles into the corner and Cody rolls him up into a pin!
"One! Two!" Booker kicks out!"
Cody pulls Booker to his feet, but he is elbowed across the jaw. Booker hammers away on Cody, nailing him with hard right hands! Booker backs away... Heel kick! Cody stumbles back against the ropes, bouncing off of them. Booker catches him with a tilt-a-whirl body backbreaker! Booker rolls Cody onto his stomach and begins to stomp away at him. He then heads to the corner and climbs up top. The crowd is roaring. Cody slowly gets up, and Booker leaps off the top... Missile Dropkick! Booker T covers him...
"One! Two! Th-Rhodes gets the shoulder up!"
Booker slaps the mat and gets to his feet. He pulls Rhodes up and twists his arm... Hook kick! Booker's eyes grow wide, as he looks down at his hand. He begins to shake, and he drops down to one knee. Booker stares wildly at his hand. He spins around on his head... Spin-a-rooni!!! As Booker T turns around, Cody springs off the middle rope... Beautiful Disaster!!! Booker is down, and Cody is back on top of things. Cody paces the ring and pulls Booker up to his feet. He spins him around... Cross Rhodes... No! Booker T spins out of it! He kicks Cody in the gut! He bounces off the ropes... Scissors Kick!!! Booker covers Cody...
"One! Two! Three!!!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... Bookerrrrrr T!
Booker gets to his feet with wide eyes. With the crowd going wild for his victory, he throws his hands up in celebration. The referee raises his hand, and he looks excited to be back in an SNME ring. Booker T climbs out of the ring and celebrates with the crowd on his way up the ramp, as we fade to commercial.
Saturday Night Main Event comes back from commercial, where ring announcer Justin Roberts is standing in the center of the ring holding a microphone in his hands.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the NEW SNME World Heavyweight Champion, "The Rated R Superstar" Edge!
"Real American" blares through the arena, but something is off. The titantron shows video of Edge. The crowd looks on in confusion, as every so often the words, "You think you know me," cut in through the song. Edge steps out onto the stage with a wide grin across his face. He looks around at the crowd, but there seems to be something missing. There is no World Heavyweight Championship in sight.
Jim Ross: I am somewhat confused with the sound coming out of the speakers, but uhh, here he comes, folks. The World Heavyweight Champion... Edge. Surely he hasn't misplaced his title somewhere.
Joey Styles: There has to be some reasoning for this, JR. I don't think Edge would be smiling like that if he didn't know where his title was.
Austin Owens: Is... uhh, is this guy serious? What is this 1985? Hulkamania is dead.
Edge has a smile on his face, as he makes his way down the ramp. He makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle rope. Edge walks over to Justin Roberts and takes the microphone from him. Justin then leaves the ring, giving Edge the spotlight. As the music fades out, Edge raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
Edge: Well, let me tell you something, brother! It feels so good to be back in an SNME ring again, and what makes it even better is that I am the NEW SNME World Heavyweight Champion, brother!
Joey Styles: Umm, has he lost his marbles?
Jim Ross: I certainly seems like he has, Joey.
Edge: When Vince came to me and offered me a new contract and a sot at the SNME World title, that was an offer I just couldn’t turn down. So last week at Night of Glory I returned, and well the rest... you saw the rest. Now onto a question I know most of you are wondering the answer to. Where is my World Heavyweight Championship belt and why did I not bring it out here with me? Well, the answer is simple. That belt isn’t a belt I was able to call my own. I wanted something unique. Something special. Something, brother, that is Rated R!
A bag is slid into the ring from a worker at ringside. Edge bends down and picks the bag up. As he unties, a wide smile rolls across his face. He reaches into the bag and pulls out his own customized World Heavyweight Championship with an "R" right in the middle. The crowd looks on, shocked at the sight of the new title.
Jim Ross: What in the hell is that?
Joey Styles: I guess that’s the new SNME World Title, JR. Edge has his own customized championship.
Edge unsnaps the title and throws it over his shoulder.
Edge: How's it look? Does it fit me? Haha! You see... this title is something I can be proud of. This title... is something I can wear out in public and not look like an idiot. And tonight... when I step into the ring with the previous champion... Randy Orton, I will proudly be wearing this title. And no, that "R" doesn't stand for Randy... it stands for Rated R!
Edge drops the microphone and raises the title high in the air. The crowd still looks on in amazement, as we fade to commercial with Edge stomping around the ring posing with the title.
As we cut to the ring, Justin Roberts is ready to announce the next contest.
Justin Roberts: The Following Contest is Scheduled for ONE FALL!
Justin Roberts: Introducing first... the team of Scotty 2 Hotty and Grand Master Sexay... Too Cool!
As their music grooves through the arena, Scotty and Grand Master come dancing out onto the stage. Both of them dance their way down the ramp, and the crowd is fired up. As Too Cool enters the ring they dance around for a moment, until their music is interrupted...
Justin Roberts: And their Opponents... Wade Barrett and The British Bulldog Davey Boy Smith!
Bulldog and Barrett step out onto the stage with a look of business across their faces. Both men make their way down the ramp focused on the task at hand. As they enter the ring, they head to their corner to decide their strategy in this tag team match.
The British Bulldog & Wade Barrett vs. Grandmaster Sexay & Scotty 2 Hotty
VARaphael & Grobe15 vs. Mikey69xD & Floodwater123
(Tag Team Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Both teams get ready inside the ring with Scotty 2 Hotty and Wade Barrett to start the contest off. The two men start with a collar and elbow tie up which is won by Wade Barrett, pushing Scotty backwards. Scotty begins to try to gain control with his quickness, staying one step ahead of Wade Barrett. Scotty hits Wade with a series of drop kicks which keep him grounded.
Scotty tags in his partner Grand Master... Grand Master delivers a leg drop to Wade and tries for a cover, but only gets a 2 count. Sexay decides the time is right to go up to the top rope and attempts a big leg drop, but at the last moment Wade Barrett rolls out of the way. Wade Barrett gets up and starts to press his advantage vs Grand Master delivering some heavy shots keeping Grand Master Grounded.
Wade whips Sexay into the ropes and attempts the Winds of Change, but Grand Master is able to counter with a Tilt a Whirl Headscissors! Grand Master gets to his corner and tags in Scotty who immediately whips Barrett into the ropes.... Bulldog makes a blind tag, and Scotty hits Barrett with a Facebuster sets up for the worm!
W... O... R... CLOTHESLINE by Bulldog sends Scotty Flying into the air. Wade Barrett goes rolling to the outside near Grand Master who is standing on the apron still. Bulldog picks up Scotty and places him onto his shoulders... Bulldog runs forward and Scotty is dropped hard with the Running Powerslam. Bulldog makes the cover as Wade grabs Grand Master's legs preventing him from entering the ring...
"1... 2... 3!"
Justin Roberts: Here are your winners... Wade Barrett and The British Bulldog!
As their music blares through the arena, Barrett and Bulldog look on at the fallen Too Cool. They then signal around their waists, telling the world that they will soon be the tag team champions.
Bursting through the arena as soon as we return from a commercial break is the anthem for the Voice of the Voiceless, the Straight Edge Savior, the Best In The World... CM Punk. Fans nearly blow the ceiling off of Tampa Bay Times Forum as the charismatic, sometimes supercilious, always enigmatic superstar comes flying out from backstage area and onto the stage. As he does the already booming volume turns to near quaking proportions. Adorned in his white "Best In The World" T-Shirt and black shorts the battle tested warrior slows his pace, almost soaking in the audience to feed off their energy. Punk saunters to the center of the stage and takes a knee. Punk bows his head, feeling the steel grate he's walked so many times before under his finger before bringing his wrist to his ear. Of course not long after his hands meet at his mouth as he yells "It's Pipe Bomb Time!" at the top of his lungs, though the crowd makes the audio impossible to hear. As Punk gets back to his feet he throws a phantom object to the grate and almost gives a reaction to an explosion before turning around with his arms wide out, allowing all the fans in the arena tonight and around the globe see the printing on the back of his shirt that simply reads "Best In The Word". Before too long Punk turns to face forward once more and continues his stroll to the ring, looking out to the thousands of fans who are loving every moment of seeing their hero. Punk approaches the ring and rather than entering he walks around the squared circle. Fan's arms are extended hoping to be able to go home staking claim to a "high five" story for their friends and Straight Edge Warrior obliges most, approaching the all to familiar commentators table. Austin Owens and Joey Styles watch on as Punk passes them by, grabbing a spare steel chair from where the time keeper sits as well as a microphone. Folding the black chair, CM Punk now turns his attention back to the ring, scaling the steel steps and entering the ring. With "Cult of Personality" still blaring, Punk now sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. With the crowd still as loud as ever Punk flashes a sly grin before taking a seat on the chair, crossing his legs in his. As Punk now sits with his microphone in hand he stares out to the thousands in attendance going crazy in showing their support for their Voice of the Voiceless. His music slowly begins to fade away into until the only thing audible is the still wild ovation of the audience. CM Punk sits grinning on the chair as he awaits a chance to speak over the deafening crowd, before bringing the microphone to his lips...
He is however interrupted before he can begin as the fans in attendance begin to break into a chant. Punk obviously isn't angered by the gesture as a slight smile tugs at his cheek. Slowly the chant dies down and allows CM Punk to speak...
CM Punk: Ya know, I gotta say it feels like forever since I've done this... I mean, yeah, I come out here and talk a lot... But it feels like forever since I've been able to really do this, not having to worry about some Gucci suit wearing Real World reject coming down here to stop me because at Night of Glory... I put Mikey beddy bye... So I'm proud to let you all know that no longer will you have to suffer his mouth while I'm present because quite frankly... I don't think he wants about as much to do with me now than I wanted to do with him from... day one. Myself and Mikey will be content to instead go our separate paths, and I'm just praying to God that I never have to hear another "Really?" in my life! Now onto more current things, more important things... Onto... Tonight... See, tonight I will go, ahem, I wanna do this voice right... "One... on one... with the great one!" Damn that hurts my throat to do someones voice who's kissed that much ass *blech*... Anyway tonight it's going to be the Best in the World versus.... Dwayne..... The Straight Edge Savior, versus...... The Tooth Fairy.... The Voice of the Voiceless versus........ Joe King... Actually I did take my niece to see that one and it... well yeah it blew as much as the rest of them. Anyway what I'm trying to get at is that tonight CM Punk faces The Rock one on one in this very ring! Now that's what you people do know... however as you know... "I" know a looot more is really going on tonight...
[color=redPunk pauses leaving the audience in attendance hanging on his words as he continues.
CM Punk: Well as you all saw not too long ago there was a man who was betrayed by someone he felt was blood... A man who was forced out of this company in embarrassment... A man who was an essential part of my career... So, I hired him... Now I gots me a new agent....
A familiar guitar riff shreds through the Times Forum, as the crowd roars with cheers. Drowning Pool's "Tear Away" begins to blare, as the "Evil Genius" Paul Heyman slowly steps out onto the stage. With a wide grin across his face, Heyman looks around at the crowd, who begins to chant.
"E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub!"
Heyman makes his way down the ramp, placing his eyes on his latest client... "The Best in the World" CM Punk. Heyman walks up the steps and ducks under the top rope. He embraces CM Punk in a hug before asking for a microphone. As a mic is handed to him, he clears his throat. "Tear Away" fades out, as he looks around at the awaiting crowd.
Paul Heyman: What? Did you really think Brock Lesnar could keep me away for long? No, no, no! Brock Lesnar is nothing... and I repeat... NOTHING... without me! And that is why I am here. You see, when WWE brought back ECW some years ago, I was a small part of that. I was the one who looked at CM Punk and saw his name in lights. And while I supported him... no one else believed in him. They all looked at him like some... some bingo hall wrestler. Well... as you can see... they were wrong! This man... is the Best in the World! This man... is the greatest thing this business has to offer. And me... I'm here to make sure he gets what he deserves. And that's everything! Punk...
Heyman nods his head at Punk, as he lowers his microphone.
The fans in the Tampa Forum still have no clue what to think of the situation they're seeing unfold before their eyes, as it seems that the Straight Edge Savior now has placed his career into the hands of an Evil Genius. The two exchange in a brief off microphone exchange of words before CM Punk raises his microphone back to his mouth.
CM Punk: What can I say... I'm a Heyman guy... Always have been and always will be. This guy knows what true talent is and when he recognizes true talent... He makes that person great. Now of course, I'm already damn good, some may even say I am great. But take that ability, and combine it with the Best In The World... And there's no telling what we can do to this company...
CM Punk drops his microphone as his music once again washes throughout the arena. Punk now exits the ring with Heyman close behind, leaving a shocked SNME audience to attempt to piece together what's to come of this new alliance and what it will bring...
A violin quickly strums back and fourth, as "Word Life" blares through the Times Forum. The Doctor of Thuganomics himself, John Cena, walks out onto the stage dressed in his usual jean shorts, sneakers, snapback Buccaneers hat, and a Buccaneers jersey. Cena throws up the Word Life sign with his hands, as he makes his way down the ramp. As he reaches the steps, he walks up them and ducks under the top rope. As Cena enters the ring, he pulls off his hat and jersey and tosses them to the outside. He then pulls off the chain around his neck, as he waits in his corner.
"Written In My Face" blares through the sold out Times Forum, as the crowd looks on at the stage. With the crowd roaring in cheers, The Great White, Sheamus, steps out onto the stage pounding his chest. Sheamus lets out a loud battle cry before making his way down the ramp. As he walks around the ring, he jogs up the steel steps. The Celtic Warrior ducks under the top rope and enters the ring with his arms held out into the air. Sheamus beats on his chest once more, as he yells out again. He then locks eyes with Cena, as he backs into his corner.
Sheamus vs. John Cena
IM-Awesome1221 vs. im_the_best_99
(Singles Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Sheamus slowly walks forward, taunting Cena. Sheamus begins to mouth off to Cena, but Cena charges at Sheamus with a Clothesline! Sheamus flips in mid-air and crashes to the mat! Cena pulls him up and shoves him into the corner! Cena hammers away at Sheamus, driving lefts and rights right into his mid-section! Cena whips him across the ring, causing Sheamus to slam hard into the opposite corner! Cena charges in with a huge Clothesline! Sheamus collapses to the corner, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Cena stomps away, driving his boot right into Sheamus's chest! The referee quickly gets in the way, shoving Cena back. Sheamus slowly pulls himself up and taunts Cena yet again. Cena charges in, but Sheamus ducks out of the way. Sheamus spins John around and drills Cena in the face with huge right hands, one after the other. Sheamus then drives his boot into Cena's mid-section, kicking him over and over! Sheamus pulls Cena out of the corner and sends him into the ropes Clothesline-NO Cena ducks! Cena hits the ropes again... Sheamus spins around... Cena dives, nailing Sheamus with a diving shoulder block! Sheamus goes down, and Cena is on top again. Cena pulls Sheamus up and takes him to the corner. Cena slams his head into the turnbuckle over and over! As Cena drives Sheamus's head into the turnbuckle, the crowd begins to count!
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!"
Cena lets go of Sheamus, and Sheamus slowly staggers back. As Sheamus is dazed by what Cena just did, John charges out of the corner and hits a huge Clothesline! Cena taunts for the crowd, signaling for the Attitude Adjustment. Cena waits as Sheamus staggers to his feet. Cena grabs him and drives him to the mat with a huge AA! Cena covers!
"1! 2! 3-NO!"
Sheamus gets his foot on the ropes! Cena is furious quickly getting up and pulling Sheamus to his feet. Cena motions for the second Attitude Adjustment. Cena lifts Sheamus up onto his shoulders, but Sheamus drives his elbow into Cena's head over and over until Cena drops him. Sheamus kicks him in the mid-section and drills Cena with the Irish Curse Backbreaker! Sheamus goes for the cover!
"1! 2! Cena kicks out!"
Sheamus gets to his feet and waits for Cena to get to his feet charging at him-BROGUE KICK! Sheamus hits the Brogue Kick and as Cena lays on the mat, Sheamus hits the ropes and drops an elbow right into Cena's chest! Sheamus then gets right in Cena's face, talking trash. Cena wraps his hands around Sheamus's throat and begins to choke him! Sheamus kicks at Cena and tries to get out of the choke. The referee finally breaks it up, and Sheamus quickly backs away. Cena slowly tries to get up, but Sheamus charges in, kicking him right in mid-section! Sheamus does his trademark taunt, causing the crowd to erupt. Sheamus pulls Cena up and shoves his head between his legs. Sheamus wraps his arms around Cena's waist. Sheamus's going for a Pale Justice... No! Cena blocks it! Cena lifts up, sending Sheamus up and over the ropes! Sheamus crashes to the outside, and Cena can finally get things back in order.
Cena slides out of the ring and pulls Sheamus up. Cena whips Sheamus into the rail! As Sheamus is in pain against the rail, Cena charges at him with a Clothesline! Sheamus flips over the rail and lands right in the first row! The crowd is going nuts, as Cena is in control of the match now. Cena reaches over the rail and pulls Sheamus up. Cena slams Sheamus’s head into the rail and flips Sheamus back over it! Cena pulls Sheamus up and attempts to whip him into the steel stairs, but Sheamus reverses it, sending Cena crashing into the stairs! Sheamus pulls Cena up and rolls him into the ring. Sheamus slides in and pulls Cena to his feet- Wait! Cena gets a second life! Cena drills Sheamus in the mid-section and lifts Sheamus up onto is shoulders! AA-NO! Sheamus somehow thumbs Cena in the eye, causing him to drop Sheamus behind him. Sheamus hits the ropes as John turns around and drills a second huge Brogue Kick! Sheamus covers!
"1! 2! 3!"
Roberts: Here is your winner, Sheamus!
The referee raises Sheamus' hand in victory, as he lets out a victorious yell! The crowd cheers for the Celtic Warrior, as he paces around the ring. Sheamus finally rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp with a wide smile across his pale face. As we fade to break, Sheamus throws his arms up at the top of the ramp.
As we return from commercial, an old familiar song begins to play through the Times Forum, causing the fans to turn their attention to the stage. Dressed in black police gear, the Big Bossman steps out onto the stage. His eyes are covered with dark sunglasses, and in his hand he twirls a nightstick. Bossman makes his way down the ramp and walks right up the steel steps.
Justin Roberts: Making his way to the ring... Big Bossman!
Bossman enters the ring and snatches the mic away from Justin Roberts. Roberts quickly leaves the ring, as Bossman slings his nightstick at him. As the music fades out, Bossman clears his throat.
Big Bossman: You people listen up! If you people don't remember who I am... let me tell you! You see this badge right here? Huh? This badge means that I'm the strong arm of the law! And there ain't nothing... nothing that gets by me! So let this be a warning to all you punks in the back. If you think you can get away with breaking the law... you better think again! I don't write tickets... I write ass whoopin's! Now... I haven't been here long at all, so I'm not to sure who has been breakin' the law! But I'll say this... if one of you back there are feelin' up to the challenge... step into my precinct!
Another familiar song blares through the Times Forum, as the crowd begins to roar with cheers! Bradshaw and Faarooq come stomping out onto the stage, dressed to kick some ass. With their APA shirts, black gloves, jeans, and boots on, they make their way down the ramp. Both men slide into the ring. Bossman drops the microphone, and the APA charges at him! Bradshaw and Faarooq begin to lay into him, hammering him with lefts and rights! Bossman drops his nightstick, and Faarooq whips him into the ropes... Bradshaw charges him... Clothesline From Hell!!! The crowd explodes, and Bradshaw pulls Bossman up. He gives him to Faarooq, who lifts him up... Dominator!!! The APA look down at the beaten Bossman, and Bradshaw picks up the microphone.
Bradshaw: Hey, Bossman! Haha. How's that for an ass whoopin'?
Bradshaw hands Faarooq the microphone.
Faarooq: ..........................DAMN!
Faarooq drops the mic, as both he and Bradshaw exit the ring. Both of them head up the ramp, laughing at the ass kicking they just gave Big Bossman.
Jim Ross: My god! Did you see the asskicking they gave Bossman? I thought Vince was bringing in the Attitude Era stars to teach the young guys a lesson. If we see more things like this, then they will all be beating the hell out of one another.
Joey Styles: JR, you're right! If they hope to turn this place around and make an impact here, then the Attitude Era stars are going to have to learn to get along. But I can already tell you... that's not going to happen! We'll be right back, folks.
As Attitude returns from commercial, the camera pans over to ringside, looking on at Jim Ross, Joey Styles, and Austin Owens.
Jim Ross: Welcome back, folks. What a night it has been so far, and we are nowhere near done!
Joey Styles: So far we have seen quite a few superstars that Vince McMahon hired since he bought half of the company. But I don't think we have seen them all. There are bound to be more.
Austin Owens: Are you kidding me? If I have to see one more washed up Attitude Era star... I am going to vomit!
Jim Ross: Owens, you don't know wrestling if you don't like seeing those guys in action! Those were the days, I tell ya'!
"Hart Attack" shreds through the speakers, as the crowd erupts with cheers! Pink lights shine down on the stage, as Bret "The Hitman" Hart walks out into view. The Times Forum is going nuts for the return of the Best there is, and a slight smile rolls across his face. Bret wears his black and pink attire, and his trademark leather jacket. He looks around the arena, his pink shades glimmering in the spotlights. He then heads down the ramp, where he points and nods to adoring fans. As Bret reaches the steel steps, he walks up them and ducks under the top rope. Bret paces around the ring for a moment and calls for a microphone.
Bret Hart: Thank you... thank you for the warm welcome. A few days ago I was sitting at home back in Canada, when I received a phone call. Vince McMahon... the man that once screwed me in my home country was on the other side of the phone. McMahon told me that he needed me. He said he needed guys like me to step back into the ring to show the world what wrestling is all about. He said he needed me so he could show all the spoiled rotten younger generation of talent that Saturday Night's Main Event is filled with how things were done back in the Attitude Era. So, yes... I'm back! The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be is stepping back into the ring!
"Hitman! Hitman! Hitman!"
The crowd is roaring with cheers of "Hitman," bringing a smile across Bret's face.
Bret Hart: Now... a lot of you may be wondering why I accepted Vince's offer. Why I signed a deal with the man that screwed me back in 1997. I'll tell you... plain and simple. The direction this company... this sport was going... isn't a good one. The stars of today need a lesson, and I'm going to be the one to teach them that lesson. See, you don't get anywhere in this business by whining to management. No, you get places by stepping in-between these ropes and kicking someone's ass! So... who's it going to be? Which one of you young punks am I going to teach a lesson to first?
Bret stands there, waiting to see who his opponent is. John Laurinaitis appears on the titantron with a smile across his face.
John Laurinaitis: Bret... it is great to see you in that ring, but I have some bad news for you. The opponent Vince scheduled you for has already competed tonight, and in the best interest of his safety, I am going to have to change your opponent. Bret, you won't be facing Wade Barrett... instead you will face a man trying out for SNME tonight, JACK SWAGGER!
"On Your Knees" blares through the Times Forum, as the crowd begins to boo. Jack Swagger stomps out onto the stage, yelling to the crowd. He then points to the ring at Bret, letting him know that he means business. Swagger makes his way down the ramp and leaps up onto the apron. He enters the ring and spins around with his arms held out. As he takes his place in the corner, Bret pulls off his jacket and glasses. The referee signals for the bell!
Bret "Hitman" Hart vs.
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(Return of the Hitman: Singles Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Both men circle each other before charging in and locking up. Bret twists Swagger's arm and gets him in a hammer lock. Jack spins out of it, whipping Hart into the ropes followed up with a huge elbow to the jaw! Bret quickly gets to his feet, and Swagger quickly whips him into the ropes again. Swagger goes for a back body drop, but Hart stops in his tracks. Bret kicks Jack, bringing him up. As Swagger staggers back, Hart hits with a nice kick to the mid-section. Bret whips Swagger into the ropes now. Jack comes flying back, double clothesline! Both men go down, but they both rush to their feet quickly! Both men dash forward, locking up for a second time. This time Jack twists Bret's arm, getting him into a hammer lock. Hart spins to the back and shoves Swagger into the ropes rolling him up!
"1! 2! Kick out!"
Hart pulls Swagger up and whips Jack into the corner. Bret follows him in, but Jack hits a kick to the face before getting on the second rope and drilling Hart with a diving European Uppercut! Swagger covers!
"1! 2! Bret kicks out!"
Swagger pulls Bret to his feet. Jack jumps up for a dropkick, but Hart catches him and slams him to the mat! Hart has a hold of Swagger's legs. Bret tries to lock in the Sharpshooter! Swagger is fighting with all he's got! Bret almost rolls him over, but Jack gets to the ropes, forcing the break! Jack rolls out of the ring and Swagger throws a fit on the outside as Hart dares him to enter the ring. Swagger quickly slides in, blocking a kick from Bret. Jack kicks Hart in the mid-section and drills him with a huge Swagger Bomb! As Bret lands on his back, Jack goes for a cover!
"1! 2! NO!"
Hart gets his foot on the ropes. Swagger quickly pulls Bret to his feet in anger. Jack looks like he is about to set him up for another Swagger Bomb, but Hart starts fighting back! Left! Right! Left! Right! Jack finally blocks him and nails him with a boot to the mid-section again. Jack jumps for the dropkick once more No! Hart catches him in mid-air! Bret's locking it in! Sharpshooter! Bret really leans into with the hold, and Swagger can't take it anymore. Jack taps out!
"Ding, Ding, Ding"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner Bret "Hitman" Hart!!!
Hart celebrates with his fans at ringside before heading to the back to the backstage area.
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