Post by Brock Lesnar on Dec 3, 2012 16:35:09 GMT -6
Live! From The BI-LO Center in Greenville, South Carolina!
12/4/12
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 BI-LO Center 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, Austin Owens, and Jim Ross await to introduce the show!
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen... welcome once again to Attitude! We are live from the BI-LO Center in Greenville, South Carolina, and what a crowd we have here tonight!
Jim Ross: The energy in the building is getting riled up, Joey, and they can't wait to see some action!
Austin Owens: And if it is action they want, then it is action they're going to get! Last week we finally saw the debut of someone we have been waiting to see for I don't know how long.
Joey Styles: That's right, we saw the debut of Lita! For over six months a mysterious video would randomly play after matches, and last week... we finally got to see who it was.
Jim Ross: I'll tell you what though, if Lita doesn't watch out, she is going to be payed back from the devious Kharma!
Suddenly the commentators are interrupted, as the video that has been playing for months now once again takes over the titantron...
As the video is followed by the all to familiar theme of the Queen of Extreme, fans can be seen leaping to their feet in a frenzy of excitement as the legendary diva herself, Lita, explodes onto the staging area. Waving the "I Love You" sign with one hand and the Hardy signal in the other Lita rocks her body to her music on the staging area as the fans eat every moment of what their seeing. Lita makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible before sliding under the bottom rope and sitting up, raising the sign once more before standing to her feet and crossing the ring to request a microphone. Lita is obliged happily by a stagehand as walks back to the center of the ring, juiced with energy as her music slowly begins to fade out so only the chanting of her name from the thousands of live fans can be heard. Lita smiles and can't help but giggle a bit to herself at the response to her return to the squared circle as she begins to regain her composure to speak to the audience who quiets to hear her.
"The Queen of Extreme" Lita: Wow, I really didn't expect this kind of a reception after the way I left this business years ago, but you know, this just feels right! Being back here in front of thousands of fans that are just as jacked up as I am every single night... I missed this more than you all could ever imagine. So almost a year ago when Shane McMahon was first planning out Saturday Night's Main Event, I was called and asked if I would like to return to the wrestling business. Now I won't lie and say I automatically agreed and was ready to sign on the dotted line... Because I wasn't. I was tempted, but wasn't sure if I wanted to commit myself 100% to this business again... I felt my passion was gone. I had done so much, revolutionized the way people look at female wrestlers or "Divas" as we're referred to... I didn't see any real reason to come back, there wasn't anything left for me to do to prove myself... That is... Until I saw that the biggest, baddest, beast of a woman I have ever seen in this ring signed a contract with this company. Now I've faced some of the biggest and baddest this company has to offer, men and women... But never have I seen a mastadon of a woman like this girl they're calling... Kharma.
Fans begin to boo at the mention of the freakishly large woman who has been terrorizing the divas division since SNME's inception.
"The Queen of Extreme" Lita: I knew from seeing her in other companies, dismantling some of the toughest REAL wrestling women in this business.... I knew I had to come back to assert my dominance! I had to prove that if anyone could take that mammoth down, that it would be me and me alone!
Fans now shift to a near thundering ovation at Lita's brave proclamations of defeating the leviathan of the divas division by herself.
"The Queen of Extreme" Lita: So I started training until I was at my best, at 100%, to take down a giant. Last week, I made my statement and now-
Suddenly Lita is interrupted by the ominous, haunting music that can only be possessed by one woman... Kharma. Lita immediately throws her microphone to the floor and looks to the staging area in a somewhat crouched position, ready for the monstrous diva to appear on the staging area. Moments pass and the anticipation builds when violently Lita plants face first onto the mat after an aggressive blast from behind! Camera's focus on the culprit to find Kharma standing over the hurt diva icon. Kharma's face is etched with anger as she now lifts Lita up high from the ground to her shoulders, sitting out hard with her in a devastating Kharma Bomb! However, Kharma isn't finished. Wasting little time she once again lifts Lita back to her feet, placing her head between her legs, and hooking the Extreme Queen's arms, lifting her high into the air and planting her down with vision impact from an Implant Buster! Lita now lays motionless on the mat as a nearby referee leaps into the ring to attend to her. Kharma stares at the referee causing this grown man to freeze and shudder in terror as Kharma lets out a wicked laugh of evil before exiting the ring, her music still playing until...
The theme music of the dangerous Glamazon, Lita's opponent for the night begins to overtake the PA system as Beth Pheonix walks onto the staging area. Beth looks at her still unconscious opponent approaching the ring with an intense expression in her eyes. Officials are still trying to awaken Lita as her match as SNME fades off into another commercial, as her match with the Glamazon is next!
As camera's return from their commercial break we are greeted by the voices of Joey Styles and Jim Ross. The two are commentating on the situation, with Lita still badly hurt, barely moving as the referee check on her.
Jim Ross: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Saturday Night's Main Event and what is a horrific scene in the ring.
Joey Styles: Yeah, JR, something like this shouldn't happen. Lita was ambushed from behind by Kharma, and perhaps just as frightening as the Implant Buster and Kharma Bomb she just received, was the shot she took from behind.
Camera's replay the stiff, clubbing blow that Lita received.
Joey Styles: And here ladies and gentlemen is that blow, look at the whiplash in Lita's neck. She's had surgery to repair that neck in the past and that cannot be good.
The video slows to show how devastatingly quick and violent the whiplash to Lita's surgically repaired neck is. Before going back to the ring while Lita half consciously stirs on her hands and knee's. Before long however, Beth has seen enough approaches Lita, tossing the referee out of her way as the ring bell sounds for the match to begin.
Lita vs. Beth Phoenix
SXE_Warrior_SXE vs. Grobe15
(Singles Match!)
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Beth stalks Lita who clutches her neck in agony. She crawls to the ropes using them as a necessity to simply stand to her feet. Beth awaits behind her like a Amazonian would hunt her prey. Lita now somehow makes it to both feet as Beth finally makes her move. She hooks Lita's arms behind her back, lifting her high into the air for the match ending Glam Slam we have seen many times... Suddenly however, Lita gets her arms free, rolling through with Beth into a victory roll pin reversal!
"1...2...3!"
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Jim Ross: SHE DID IT! BAH GAWD, SHE DID IT!
Joey Styles: I have no clue how, but your damn right JR! Lita just somehow surprised the Glamazon after a vicious assault from Kharma!
Fans leap to their feet in disbelief and ecstasy as Lita has miraculously won her SNME debut and return to professional wrestling for the first time in over half a decade! Beth is in shock pleading with the referee that she was able to get her shoulder up, only to have her pleas fall on deaf ears. Lita rolls from the ring still clutching her neck and stumbling a bit. She looks out to the thousands of fans and raises the Hardy guns high as she retreats back up the staging area, dissapearing into the back for further medical attention.
As we cut to the back, we see a black limousine pull up in the parking garage. The door quickly flies open, and out steps Brock Lesnar. Lesnar slams the door behind him, as it appears he has shown up alone. As Lesnar walks towards the arena, he is approached by Matt Striker.
Matt Striker: Brock, Brock! Can I get a word with you?
Brock stops, looking over his shoulder at Striker. With a pissed off look upon his face, he turns toward Striker.
Matt Striker: Brock, last week we all saw you and Miz defeat Triple H and X-pac, but after the match...
Brock Lesnar: It doesn't matter what happened after the match! Triple H and X-pac may have locked Miz and I in a lockerroom, but for what they did... they will pay. No one! And I mean no one messes with Brock Lesnar and gets way with that. Do you understand that, Striker? Do you?
Brock pokes Striker in the chest, pushing him back.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn, I hope you're happy with what happened last week because tonight... I've got a big announcement for you.
Brock shoves Striker out of the way and storms into the arena.
Jim Ross: It looks like Lesnar is not happy after watching John Laurinaitis get his ass kicked by Shawn Michaels last week.
Joey Styles: DX better be on the look out, because this animal is on the loose!
"The Game" Triple H vs. John Cena
Save_us_pawn99 vs. im_the_best_99
(Extreme Rules Match!)
Winner By Match Scheduling: John Cena!
As we return from commercial, we look on at Big Show and DiBiase standing before Maria Kanellis.
Maria Kanellis: Folks, I am standing here with Big Show and Ted DiBiase who took on the APA last week in their debut match. Show... Ted... the two of you lost against the APA last week. How can you use that loss to rebound tonight?
Big Show: Maria... the loss last week was a fluke! Those beer drinking, cigar smoking idiots simply won by mistake. We were put into the ring with two men that didn't belong in there. And I hope they are paying attention because they WILL be paying for that.
Ted DiBiase: The APA made the biggest mistake of their career last week when they defeated us, and soon enough... you will all see why. But that isn't why we are here tonight. Tonight we are here to get what we deserve... a win.
Maria Kanellis: Well, guys, your opponents tonight are no slackers. They won their debut match two weeks ago against Too Cool.
Ted DiBiase: Maria... we could case less as to what they did in their debut. What matters is what happens tonight.
Ted shoves the mic out of his face, as he and Show walk out of view of the camera...
Wade Barrett & British Bulldog vs. Big Show & Ted DiBiase
Grobe15 & VARaphael vs. IM-Awesome1221 & NoObSkiLlzZ
(Tag Team Match!)
Winners: Wade Barrett & The British Bulldog!
As SNME returns from yet another commercial break we find ourselves staring at a randomly placed doorway standing tall in the backstage corridor, upon the window of the door is a sticker that simply reads APA. Cameras further venture to see the two subjects of the final commercial sit a room clouded by cigar smoke and sitting at a table riddled with empty cans of beer. Before us sit the two living legends, Faarooq and Bradshaw, the APA. The men puff on large cigars and can be heard arguing loudly over a game of cards as cameras begin to pick up sound as well.
Faarooq: DAMN! A brotha can't get a good hand to save his life!
Bradshaw: Ha ha! You can call me Bradshaw the Broom coz today I'm cleanin' house!
Faarooq: Yeah, yeah.. Quit talkin' all that mess and deal, and double or nothin'... I need to win some of Vince's money from that beat down back.
Faarooq begins rifling through the beer cans on the table in which they're playing cards before finding one containing the liquid spinach of the APA. Bradshaw takes a large puff of his cigar and begins dealing the cards while speaking.
Bradshaw: Speakin of ass kickin's, don't we gotta match against Shamrock and Bossman not too long from now?
Faarooq: What do you think we're warmin up for?
The two friends begin laughing loudly as suddenly approaching them is "JB" Jeremy Borash, who begins to question the members of the APA.
Jeremy Borash: Hello gentlemen I had a few que-
Faarooq: Boy what the hell do you think you're doin'!?
Bradshaw: Kid you must be new around here but I thought everyone's parents taught them how to knock!
Bradshaw points to the door and Borash looks back at it with a confused expression. He turns back to the two men who's faces tell they aren't kidding and quickly exits the area, walking around the door to the front where he begins to knock.
Bradshaw: Who is it!? HAHA! Come in here boy!
Borash now enters with a nervous expression, closing the door behind him and approaching the two men.
Faarooq: You got off with a warning this time, but if you or anyone else for that matter tries comin' into our office without the decency to knock first... They gonna get an ass whoopin' free of charge! Now what you doin in here boy?
Jeremy Borash: Well I-I-I came to get a word with you two about this week... After an impressive return victory over what's basically being called Mega Bucks 2.0, you were-
Bradshaw: What'd you say? Mega Bucks 2.0? Boy for that to be possible Ted would have to be half of what his daddy was and Big Show would have to be half of what Andre The Giant was which Faarooq and me proved last week they aren't!
Faarooq: And as for Shamrock and Bossman since I know that was your next question, they tried getting the jump on us last week until we showed them there ain't no jump to get! This week, they gonna have to face us man to man and we gon' do what APA does and beat some punk ass!
Jeremy Borash: A-Actually my next question, was gonna be what the two of you were going to be doing about the impending lawsuit?
Faarooq & Bradshaw: WHAT!?
Jeremy Borash: You didn't know? Um... Well apparently you and SNME are being sued for... Drunk and disorderly conduct and assault...
Bradshaw and Faarooq look at each other in disbelief hearing of the charges for the first time.
Bradshaw: Hold on, how is there some lawsuit you know about before we do huh?
Jeremy Borash: I'm not sure but... well apparently last night after the show you two were in an altercations both with superstars backstage and with people at a near by bar...
Bradshaw: Altercation? Look we beat Yoshi's ass because all that Jap-an-ese was pissin us off... Is it bad that we like people to speak English to us after we hit their car?
Jeremy Borash: Uhh... I honestly don't know how to answer that...
Bradshaw: You don't ya' moron! It's called a rhetorical question! Look we don't know anything about a lawsuit but you can bet your ass we're gonna get to the bottom of it!
With that Bradshaw angrily puts out his cigar and storms out of the door slamming it behind him. Borash now sits alone with Faarooq who is still puffing on his cigar as Borash looks at him expectantly.
Faarooq: Hey man, this is a Cuban...
Borash looks back to the door and the direction Bradshaw had left to then back to Faarooq. He repeats this again and as he finishes Faarooq stands to his feet.
Faarooq: Yeah, yeah I'm goin too...
Faarooq takes a final glance of the cuban cigar he's being forced to leave behind then back to Borash. He looks back to the direction he must now travel seeing Bradshaw has not slowed his pace and is in the distance before once again staring back to the cigar...
Faarooq: DAMN!
With that signature expression Faarooq puts out his cigar in the ash tray upon the table and follows his partners path out of the door. Borash is now alone in the "office" of the APA and turns to walk away. He pauses, looking back once more to the direction the APA has ventured in. Changing direction he now instead exits through the door and heads the opposite direction as SNME fades to another commercial break.
As we return from commercial break, the APA's theme blares through the arena! The crowd roars with cheers, as the beer drinkin', cigar smokin', ass kickin' duo of Bradshaw and Faarooq steps out onto the stage. Faarooq is dressed in black jeans, an APA shirt, and black gloves, while Bradshaw is dressed in blue jeans, an APA shirt, and black gloves. Both of them make their way down the ramp and up the steps. As the APA enters the ring they throw their hands up, causing the fans to roar with cheers.
"Dangerous" blares through the arena, as the crowd looks on at the stage. Ken Shamrock and Big Bossman come walking out onto the stage, prepared for action. Bossman twirls his nightstick as Shamrock pounds his fists together. The two of them make their way down the ramp, bound to make an impact here in the tag team division. Shamrock climbs up onto the steps and enters the ring, followed by Bossman. As they head to their corner, their music fades out, and they decide who will be in first. As Shamrock climbs out onto the apron, Faarooq does as well.
Bradshaw & Faarooq vs. Big Bossman & Ken Shamrock
Blizz5307 & SXE_Warrior_SXE vs. Nexus619xx & Cshep19
(Tag Team Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The bell sounds, and Bradshaw and Bossman step to the center of the ring... they lock up! Bradshaw shoves Bossman back into the ropes and whips him across the ring.... they both meet with shoulder blocks, but neither man goes down! Bradshaw decks Bossman across the jaw, knocking him back. As Bossman charges at him, Bradshaw catches him with a body slam! Bradshaw begins to stomp away, and he quickly tags in Faarooq. Faarooq picks Bossman up and whips him into the ropes... back body drop!!! Bossman hits the mat hard, and he is looking to his partner.
As Bossman crawls across the ring, Faarooq grabs his feet. Bossman kicks him, managing to get away. He dives into his corner, tagging in Shamrock! Ken comes in on fire, nailing Faarooq with a series of rights and lefts! Faarooq is rocked back, but he battles back, decking Shamrock with right hands of his own! The two trade blow after blow, slugging it out like two heavyweight boxers in the ring! Faarooq throws his arm up, finally blocking a right from Shamrock. He boots him int the gut and whips him into the ropes. Shamrock comes back... Spinebuster!!!
Faarooq tags Bradshaw back in, and he goes to work on Shamrock, whipping him into the corner. Bradshaw charges in for a clothesline... no! Shamrock moves out of the way! Shamrock begins kicking and punching away, wearing down Bradshaw as much as he can. He then pulls Bradshaw out of the corner and takes him down with a chop block! Shamrock grabs Bradshaw's ankle and stomps it. He is getting ready wear the ankle down and get him prepped for the ankle lock. Shamrock grabs Bradshaw's ankle again, but he is kicked off of him! Bradshaw rolls to his corner, and he tags Faarooq in! Faarooq shoves shamrock to the corner, and he nails him with an elbow to the jaw!
Shamrock blocks a second elbow and nails Faarooq with an uppercut! As Faarooq is rocked back, Shamrock grabs him and slams him down with a belly to belly! The crowd is on fire, trying to get Faarooq back into this match. Shamrock pulls Faarooq up and sends him into the ropes... Faarooq ducks and dives into the corner, nailing Bradshaw's hand with a hot tag! Bradshaw comes in, he catches Shamrock with a huge fall away slam!!! As Bradshaw goes to pick him up, Shamrock rolls out of the ring. The Texan stomps around the ring, pissed off. Shamrock slides in... and Bradshaw takes his head off with a Clothesline From Hell!!! Bradshaw then nails Big Bossman off the apron with a big boot! He pins Shamrock...
"One... Two... Three!!!"
Justin Roberts: Here are your winners... Bradshaw and Faarooq... the APA!!!
After delivering one hell of an ass-kicking, the APA throw their hands up, celebrating their big win. As the crowd roars in approval, Bradshaw and Faarooq roll out of the ring and head up the ramp. With beer, cigars, poker, and women on their mind, the APA disappears behind the stage...
As Saturday Night's Main Event rolls on into the night fans are just as excited at this point as when the show first began when...
Boo's can instantly be heard emanating from The BI-LO Center. Bursting onto the staging area swinging his ring arm in signature fashion is the SNME Co-Owner and Founder, Shane O' Mac. The third generation McMahon struts down to the ring with a grin of arrogance as fans only increase their volume of hatred.
Joey Styles: Listen to that sound... These fans can't stand the Co-Owner of SNME, Shane McMahon, and they are not afraid to let the boss hear it.
Austin Owens: Does it look like Shane O' cares? I'll tell you what these fans should be careful before they get McMahon mad and he crushes them with his wallet! Haha!
Jim Ross: Oh yeah, laugh it up Owens... It's not like an owner should care what his fans think... Especially when they're the driving force in his business...
Austin Owens: You tryin to get smart with me there JR? You act like Vinny Mac wasn't ten times worse than my boy Shane O'!
Joey Styles: I think we can all agree that when it comes to the two Co-Owners its almost a "Pick Your Poison", like what we'll be seeing in the Main Event that should be soon.
The commentators continue to speak of the show as Shane is now reaches the ring and enters.
Dancing around for a short time in the ring, in typical Shane O' fashion, Shane is still receiving a standing round of booing from the jam packed audience.
Shane soon demands a microphone from anyone nearby, leaving the stage hands fumbling to get him one as quickly as possible. Soon Shane is standing in the center of the ring with his music fading into the sea of booing as it is cut out. Shane prepares to speak but is interrupted by fans increasing their volume of hatred. This causes Shane's grin to disappear and be replaced with a look of frustration as he awaits the volume to quiet.
After waiting sometime Shane attempts to speak again but the volume grows once more, causing Shane to merely begin to speak over the crowd.
Shane McMahon: I came out here tonight, not to listen to all of you people boo me as you seem to love doing... But to address my father's "return" to the wrestling business. See, not too long ago Daddy dearest had a billion dollar global phenom of a company called, World Wrestling Entertainment... My father brought that company from a regional promotion to a national sensation, to an international craze... But see, something started happening to my Dad that happens to everyone eventually... he got old... Too old in fact, to be able to make the right decisions for this business, the right choices for his company. I was set and ready to take control of the WWE and re-innovate wrestling just as my father had before me, hell I knew talent better than he ever could! But instead he left the company to my spoiled bitch of a sister and her husband with the muscle fetish!
Fans interrupt Shane once more with loud booing at Shane's harsh words towards not only his father, but his entire family.
Shane McMahon: You wanna boo me? You people, the ones who chanted "Cena Sucks" when he was supposed to be the face of a company... The ones who cheer for a guy like CM Punk, a guy who I stuck my neck out for many times before back in WWE when Paul and Steph were trying to kick him the f*ck out of "their" company. And you people want to sit there and boo me now? Well honestly, it doesn't matter if you boo me or cheer me, because the bottom line is that I know what's good for this business and what's good for you people... And the best thing for SNME... Is for my Dad to retire. If he doesn't want to... I guarantee I'll make him!
With that Shane tosses away his microphone, his expression going from intense to a more confident look. Shane begins swinging his arm once more a bit and lightly dances his way back to the ropes, exiting the ring as SNME fades into another commercial break.
Cody Rhodes stands in the ring as we return to SNME's Attitude from commercial break. He leans cooly against the turnbuckle, awaiting the recently AWOL Randy Orton. Seconds go by, and then minutes after that. Rhodes glares up at the titantron and quietly rolls his eyes, demanding the referee start the match. Earl Hebner waits a couple more seconds and begins to signal for the bell to ring--
The arena explodes with cheers as the music of the Viper blares across the speakers. Rhodes' eyes snap back to the stage, snarling and baring his teeth. Seconds go by... And Orton, yet again, is nowhere to be found.
Austin Owens: Look at that! For an unprecedented month straight, Randy Orton has no-showed for a match! I never would've figured Orton for a coward.
Joey Styles: I admit, this is getting to be absurd. Just because Orton's a brand name in this industry doesn't mean he can choose when he wrestles and when he doesn't.
Jim Ross: Will you two just hush? Randy Orton has more of a backbone than both of you combined! Since you two are such "brave men", why don't YOU go and wrestle Cody Rhodes?
Austin Owens: Nah, I'm good! I'm Cody's broda!
Jim Ross: Oh good God almighty, not this again!
Austin Owens: You're just mad that you can't be a broda because you have to have a pair of testicles to get that honor!
Good Ol' JR is about to retort yet again, but is cut off by the ding of the bell.
"The Viper" Randy Orton vs. Cody Rhodes
Ryden78 vs. ky1990
(Singles Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The referee begins counting the absent Viper out.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
"4..."
"5..."
"6....."
"7....."
"8........."
"9............"
"10!"
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Rhodes throws an arm up in victory, but his expression is sour. Rhodes calls for a microphone. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Cody Rhodes: You know, Randall, I really expected more of a challenge from you. But you know, it's hilarious that one of the "Best Wrestlers in the World" lost to me... And I didn't even break a sweat. Randall, unlike all of these people, I know exactly where you are. You're right where you've always been--in denial. In denial that you're not the same man that took over this industry and held it hostage. You've reverted to those Marine days, haven't you? You're going AWOL, just like you did when you were eighteen--
This haunting tribute for Orton leaves even Cody Rhodes lost for words. He looks up at the titantron, squinting hard as the video package ends. The arena goes quiet; dead quiet. The lights drop completely, except for the flash of cameras and the occasional glowstick--
The lights blare, strobing almost now. Rhodes and the rest of the Attitude audience shield their eyes. A few seconds go by, and through the bright haze, two figures can be detected: one taller, probably a man, and the other, much smaller than its counterpart. They appear to hold hands. The duo traverse down the ramp slowly, until they're distinguishable. The arena explodes as they lay eyes on Randy Orton, in the flesh, for the first time in several months. Their cheers quickly turn to mutters of confusion. The smaller figure is a child, about five years of age. A little girl. Orton talks gently to her as they walk down the ramp, and he kneels at the foot of the ramp, looking into her eyes intensely. He slowly kisses her on the forehead. He rises and turns, helping the girl mount the steps. The Legend Killer follows her and aids her through the ropes. He slithers in and resumes his gentle, yet firm grip on the girl's hand.
Austin Owens: What the hell?! That ring is no place for a child! Somebody get her out of there! She could get hurt!
Orton extends a hand to Cody, but he doesn't look for a handshake. He stares at the microphone. Rhodes, cautiously, passes the microphone over to his former mentor. Randy looks down at the mic, then at the girl beside him. Then he turns his attention to Rhodes. His eyes are more vicious than ever before, as if he honestly wants to decimate Rhodes. But when he speaks, his voice is calm, measured.
Randy Orton: This... is Allana... She is my daughter... And she is the antidote to my venom.
Orton looks like he is about to continue, but he's cut off by a ringhand who tries to gently prod Alanna out of the ring. Orton's eyes snap to the ringhand, and the young man paralyzes. With lightning fast speed, he snatches the attendant's hand off of his daughter's arm and drags the terrified man to his feet, clutching his hand at an odd angle. Orton's eyes pierce the young man's as he glares into the irises of the man across from him. He snarls and raises the microphone to his mouth, still clutching the man's wrist and hand in a vice-like grip.
Randy Orton: And if you touch her--
Earl Hebner reaches out and tries to calm the Viper, but Orton strikes quickly at the referee with a kick, knocking the wind out of him with a swift strike to the groin. The referee crumbles.
Randy Orton: --I'll rip you apart--
As easily as he would a twig, Randy snaps the attendant's wrist at an angle that almost certainly shatters it. The ringhand screams in unadulterated agony as Orton glares with a sort of sick pleasure at the gruesome sight before him. The camera pans over to Alanna, who has her eyes tightly closed, as they've been the whole time.
Randy Orton: limb--
The Viper swiftly strikes the crying attendant with a lethal-looking RKO! As quickly as he hit the move, he's back up again, glaring down at the attendant.
Randy Orton: --from--
Now a flood of security guards come rushing in to subdue Orton. Randy goes into an animalistic state--he dodges swooping arms and delivers a flurry of kicks and punches, looking like he physically cannot be touched. Within thirty seconds, Orton has all of the security guards either ejected from the ring or crumpled on the mat. As the last guard falls, Orton lunges at Rhodes who slides out of the ring just before The Viper connects. Still in this visceral mindset, Orton wheels around and punts the head of Earl Hebner so hard that an audible CRACK! is heard around the arena. Hebner slumps to the mat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Orton looks around for more opponents to decimate, but his eyes land on his daughter and suddenly, his heaving chest stops heaving. His breath calms, and his wicked, bloodthirsty grin dissipates. Orton reaches down amongst the pile of bodies and grabs his daughter's hand. He looks over at Rhodes who retreats up the ramp in complete fear.
Randy Orton: --limb!
Orton drops the microphone and gently caresses his daughter's hair. She opens her eyes and tries to look around, but Randy puts both hands on her face and turns her head gently to look up at him. The Apex Predator smiles, a genuine, true smile, and croons quietly "Daddy loves you, Alanna!" He kisses his daughter on the forehead yet again and picks her up, sitting her around his neck. He looks down at the carnage in the ring, and tosses his hands up in his signature Legend Killer pose as SNME's Attitude cuts to commercial breaks.
As the flagship show of the wrestling world returns to national television, the camera pans across the crowd as 'AWESOME' blasts through the speakers.
The crowd jump to their feet in appall as 'The Awesome One' struts through the curtain wearing his old 'Hello, I'm Awesome' T-Shirt and ring Attire and not his usual Gucci suit. His arrogant smile beams cross the arena as he stands on the stage, He slowly raises his arms into the air with his index fingers inverted towards his palm. Miz begins to walk down the ramp as he throws his arms down. 'The Cleveland Screamer' reaches the ring, As he slowly walks across the to steel steps he runs his fingers across the apron. Mizanin places his right leg over the middle rope as he looks out at the sea of fans booing his every move. Mizanin slowly enters the ring and demands Justin Roberts microphone which he reluctantly hands over.
Miz: I..
The Cleveland Screamer attempts to speak but the audience is just too loud. Miz glares around at the audience and says through clenched teeth.
Miz: When your betters are speaking.... You shut your mouth and listen... Ton....
Those remarks once more makes the crowd explode with rabid emotion as they scowl at Mizanin. 'The Awesome One' takes a deep breath the calm himself down before he attempts to speak once more.
Miz: No... Holds... Barred.... Really? Really? I do not scoop down to the level of such barbaric behavior. I am not some ECW reject who willing to near kill himself for you.... people. Tonight John Laurinaitis as put me into the match with the Hooligan.... Sheamus. Mr Laurinaitis I'm never the one to complain about your decisions but.. bu.. but this, This isnt... I'm above this! I am the most must see superstar in SNME, No.. I am the most must see superstar in Professional Wrestling history!
The Mizard of Lust lowers his microphone as the crowd chants 'You Suck'.
Miz: Last week I proved that I am above this when I dominated the 'Degenerates' X-Pac and your beloved No Holds Barred Champion Hunter Hurst Helmsley. Along side Brock Lesnar, I showed why I am the main event! I am the epitome of class! You people should be worshiping the ground I stand on but no... you would rather follow a degenerate.
Mizanin attempts to continue speaking but he gets interrupted by the crowd how are screaming 'A**hole'.
Miz: Really? Really?
As Miz speaks the crowd responds by his phrase.
Miz: You really think that annoys me? That makes me mad? Haha... I am above all of you. I've gone from Reality Superstar to the biggest Megastar in Professional Wrestling, My Accolades are endless. I've gone from being kicked out of the locker room for dropping a crumb on a referee's bag, From changing in a public bathroom to owning the locker room, and I am soon to be the biggest movie star the world has ever seen! I have done things you people dream of doing.
Mizanin once again takes a deep breath to calm himself down.
Miz: Mr. Laurinaitis, sir, fix this please. I should be main eventing not being lowered to a championship made for... These type of people.
Miz lowers his microphone as he wait for John Laurinaitis arrival. As Miz waits, we see John Laurinaitis appear on the titantron.
John Laurinaitis: Miz... I know this type of competition is foreign to you. This savage style of wrestling is something you are new to, but trust me, Miz... in the end, you will be better from it. You let me down when you let that no good CM Punk defeat you, and Miz... this will make you a better man in the end. And if you win this, you can only go up. I know where you belong, Miz, but can you prove it?
Ace walks off from the camera, leaving Miz waiting in the ring for his match...
"The Celtic Warrior" Sheamus vs. The Miz
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(No Holds Barred Championship #1 Contendership: Extreme Rules!)
Winner: Sheamus!
As Sheamus gets to his feet, the referee raises his hand, proclaiming him the winner and #1 Contender for the No Holds Barred Championship. As Sheamus climbs out of the ring, the Miz slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He begins to pitch a fit, tossing weapons out of the ring and screaming at the referee. He then begins to mock the extreme style of wrestling that he was just forced to compete in. As Miz slams a chair into the mat over and over again, he is suddenly interrupted...
The crowd roars with cheers, and Miz's eyes grow wide in shock. With shock plastered all over his face, Miz watches on as Cactus Jack steps out onto the stage. Cactus does his trademark bang bang pose with his hands, as he makes his way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring, he rolls in and motions for a microphone. As his music fades out, Miz backs into the corner, stepping as far away as he can from Cactus Jack.
Cactus Jack: I couldn't help but overhear someone say they didn't like being "hardcore"... am I right? I couldn't help but hear someone say that hardcore wrestling was for people like these sitting in this crowd... am I right? Well, Miz... it looks like today is your lucky day! Bang bang!!! Your first experience didn't go so well... did it? No, no, no... it did not. But trust me, Miz... I'll make sure. I'll guarantee... that the next time your in a match like this... that you love every second of it! If you think that was hardcore, Miz... well, you ain't seen nothing yet! Bang bang!!!
Cactus charges at Miz, who drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. As Miz scurries up the ramp, Cactus picks up a chair and smashes it over his own head. As the chair falls to the ground, Cactus once again does his trademark "Bang bang!" pose.
Booker T vs. Daniel Bryan
Ezabackhome vs. Tru_LegendKiller
(Intercontinental Championship #1 Contendership!)
Winner: Daniel Bryan!
As Daniel Bryan celebrates his victory, Paul Heyman walks out onto the stage. As Daniel screams, "No! No! No!" at the crowd, they chant, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" back at him. As Bryan turns around, he takes notice to Heyman, who slowly begins to clap his hands for the performance from Bryan.
As we return from commercial "Here To Show The World" shreds through the speakers, as the crowd is split with cheers and boos. Dolph Ziggler steps out onto the stage with a cocky smirk on his face. Dolph swaggers down the ramp and climbs into the ring running his hands through his hair. Dolph bounces up and down in the ring awaiting his opponent while he leans against the ropes. The lights suddenly go out and then the arena erupts in cheers as the stage lights up.
Jericho spins around as the lights come back on in the arena with his Intercontinental Championship around his waist. Jericho makes his way to the ring with a confident look on his face as he just shrugs off the cheers and jeers of the crowd. Jericho climbs into the ring and hands the referee his championship as he removes his jacket.
Chris Jericho* vs. "The Showoff" Dolph Ziggler
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(Intercontinental Championship Rematch!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The two men circle each other in the ring before charging and locking up for the first time. Jericho gets Dolph in a hammerlock and wrenches down. Ziggler flips out of it and turns it into an arm wringer on Jericho before beginning to taunt but Jericho quickly reverses and pulls Dolph into a side headlock. Ziggler fires Jericho of into the ropes and Jericho returns with a shoulder block to The Showoff. Jericho charges off the ropes and Ziggler jumps over Jericho and catches him with a hard dropkick to the chest. Dolph tries for another legdrop facebuster as Jericho gets to his knees, but Jericho catches him and drives him to the mat with a powerbomb. Chris goes for the cover.
"One! Two! Kickout!"
Chris picks up Dolph tries to throw him against the ropes but Ziggler reverses and throws Chris. Dolph adjusts and springboards off the ropes for a dropkick but Jericho hits the mat before Ziggler gets him. Ziggler hits the mat hard. As Dolph gets to his feet Jericho goes for a Codebreaker but Ziggler catches him and turns it into the Walls of Jericho! Jericho screams in pain as Ziggler locks in his own hold! Chris squirms as Ziggler sinks it in deeper but Jericho twists and turns it into a roll-up!
"One! Two! Ziggler kicks out at the last second!"
Jericho and Dolph struggle to their feet. Frustrated Jericho charges at Ziggler and drills him with a huge forearm. Chris picks up Dolph and puts him in the corner before laying in some huge shoulders. Ziggler slumps in the corner and Jericho starts to kick him in the head before the referee backs him up. Jericho pushes past the referee to get back at Dolph and he goes to throw Dolph into the opposite corner but is reversed by Ziggler who pulls him back with a hard elbow to the face. Chris staggers back Dolph dropkicks him in the face driving Jericho to the mat. Dolph runs his fingers through his hair yelling about getting his championship back before jumping up for his signature neckbreaker. Jericho squirms in pain before rolling around the mat in pain. Dolph begins to taunt for the end as Jericho staggers to his feet Dolph jumps up with a huge Zig-Zag! Ziggler covers!
"One! Two! Thre-No Jericho gets his foot on the ropes!”
Ziggler reaches down to pull up Jericho but Chris reverses and kicks Dolph in the head before getting to his feet and hitting the Breakdown facebuster. Ziggler struggles to get up as Jericho signals for the Codebreaker. Jericho jumps up for the Codebreaker but Dolph catches him and slams him to the mat. Dolph collapses from exhaustion and Chris struggles to get to his feet. Ziggler goes for a kip-up but as Dolph kips-up he gets caught with a vicious Codebreaker! Jericho covers!
"One! Two! Three!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and still the Saturday Night’s Main Event Intercontinental Champion, Chris Jericho!!
Jericho uses the ropes to get to his feet and the referee hands him his championship. Chris holds the title up with a sinister grin on his face as the crowd boos ravenously. Jericho rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back taunting the crowd the whole way.
"The Rated R Superstar" Edge vs. "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels
Floodwater123 vs. Koalas16
(Pick Your Poison!)
Winner By Match Scheduling: "The Rated R Superstar" Edge!
As the bell sounds, Brock slides back into the ring. He pulls Shawn up to his feet and tosses him onto his shoulders. Edge rolls out of the ring, getting out of Lesnar's way. Lesnar hits it... F-5! F-5! F-5!!! Michaels' body lays lifeless on the ground, and Brock looks down at him, smiling. Brock then motions for a mic, and one is quickly handed to him. Brock looks down at Shawn and begins to speak.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... last week you made the biggest mistake of your career. You see... you crossed the line when you locked John Laurinaitis in that cage and forced him into a match with you. And for that, Shawn, you have to pay. You have to suffer. And don't worry, I'm not going to physically harm you anymore than I already have tonight.
Brock drops to one knee and grabs Shawn by the face
Brock Lesnar: Your time in this ring... is up, Michaels. And you're not going to go out on your own stipulations. No... I am going to force you out, Shawn. I am going to beat you to within inches of your life if I have to. And trust me, Shawn... I have no problem snapping your spine in two. So Shawn... as your on the road to the next show I want you to think about something. Think about it real hard. I want you to look your wife in the eyes and ask her what you should do, Shawn. I want you to hold your children in your arms and ask them... Ask them if "daddy should continue wrestling". Because if the answer is yes. If you show up next week, and you still want to compete in this ring... then you have signed your death certificate, Shawn. You have dug your own grave. And at Silent Night, Violent Night... I am going to dig it!
Brock shoves Shawn's head down and stands up. As Shawn slowly crawls to the ropes, Brock climbs out of the ring and slowly walks up the ramp. Shawn pulls himself up, still exhausted from the match he had. With fire in his eyes, he stares right through Lesnar, as the thought of his career ending runs vividly through his imagination.
As we fade to the back, we look on at Vince McMahon. Vince sits at his desk thumbing through papers and glancing at the television. A knock suddenly comes at his door, and he tells them to come in. The door opens, revealing Edge, panting from the match he just had. Edge shuts the door and places his hands on Vince's desk.
Mr. McMahon: Well... have you made your decision? Did you pick who you want Punk to face?
Edge: Vince, brother... I have the perfect opponent for CM Punk. Well, he is kind of psycho and a huge freak, but he'll do.
Mr. McMahon: Well... who in the hell is it? Tell me!
Edge: Kane!
Mr. McMahon: Kane? Alright... now get out! You stink like a pile of crap!
Vince points to the door, demanding Edge leave his office. As Edge backs away from his desk, we fade to commercial.
Main Event:
CM Punk vs. "The Big Red Machine" Kane
SXE_Warrior_SXE vs. VARaphael
(Pick Your Poison!)
Double Count Out!
As the bell sounds, Kane and Punk look down back at the ring from atop the stage. The referee has counted out both men, but the fight goes on! Kane and Punk trade blows. Blow after blow, Kane knocks Punk backwards, inching him to the edge of the stage, which stands 10 feet above the ground. As Punk reaches the edge, Kane grabs him by the throat. Punk's eyes grow wide with fear, as Kane's grip tightens. No! Punk pokes Kane in the eyes. The crowd is roaring with boos and cheers, as Edge comes walking out onto the stage. He drops his title and takes off running... Punk dives out of the way, as Edge leaps at him... Edge spears Kane... and both men go flying off the side of the stage!!! Both men come down, crashing through a table of electronic equipment!!! Medical Staff come running to the scene, as Edge and Kane lay in a heap of debris.
As the medics check both men out, Paul Heyman walks up behind CM Punk with the World Heavyweight Championship in his hands. As Punk turns around, he looks down at the belt and smiles. Punk takes the title and raises it high above his head, as he screams, "Best in the woooooooooorld!" As CM Punk continues to hold the belt high in the air, Paul Heyman points to him and claps, telling everyone watching that his client is the "Best in the World!"
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