Post by John Laurinaitis on Jun 6, 2012 7:17:19 GMT -6
Live! From The Auburn Arena in Auburn, Alabama!
6/12/12!
As the Brawl 4 All theme blares through the arena, the camera pans around, getting a glimpse of the thousands of fans packed into the Auburn Arena in Auburn, Alabama for the debut of Brawl 4 All! As fireworks light up the arena, the camera pans over to Joey Styles and Austin Owens, who are at ringside!
Joey Styles: Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to Brawl 4 All! On behalf of Saturday Night's Main Event I would like to thank you all for tuning in tonight for out on-air debut! Word has it that our owner Shane McMahon has got one heck of a show planned for tonight!
Austin Owens: I bet he does, Joey! After all, he learned from the best! If anybody can save wrestling... it is Shane McMahon!
Joey Styles: I don't doubt that one bit, Austin, but Shane McMahon has his hands full. With the WWE going under, the wrestling business took a huge blow. If he can play his cards right... the entire industry is his!
Austin Owens: I'll tell you one thing, Joey... I'll bet Shane McMahon is going to give us matches here tonight that you would normally have to pay 50 bucks to see on pay-per-view!
Joey Styles: I don't know if I am supposed to let this out or not, but I am. Word has it that tonight... yes, here tonight on Brawl 4 All, a tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship will begin. As for who is going to compete in this tournament.... I do not know. Shane McMahon and the rest of the staff have kept quiet on who was hired to compete in Saturday Night's Main Event. Your guess is as good as mine, folks. But we'll soon find out!
As fans are captivated by the ambiance of the newest wrestling company to hit the television screens and arena's world wide, Saturday Night's Main Event, the lights in the arena begin to dim as a video package begins to air...
Austin Owens: Hey! What the heck is this?!?
As soon as the package ends the static followed by the familiar guitar riffs of Living Colour cause the fans in attendance nearly blow the roof off as they leap to their feet in what can almost be described as sounds of pure wrestling mark ecstasy as the man known simply as CM Punk makes his first appearance inside an Saturday Night's Main Event arena. Punk has a wide grin on his face as he get down to a knee on the staging area. Adorned in his white "Best in the World" T-Shirt and black shorts Punk stares down at the grate of the stage, softly going over it with his hand before suddenly leaping to his feet and letting out a yell of excitement, finally he has come to SNME, live on All-Stars. Punk strides down to the ring, his grin never once leaving his face as he mouths off words to the fans the whole way, before finally he reaches the ring, scaling the steps and climbing to the top rope, extending his arms and soaking in the ovation from the thousands of fans in attendance. Before long he hops down and begins to pace the ring, looking to all the fans as his music begins to die down he reveals a microphone from his shorts pocket which immediately garners another pop from the ecstatic audience. Punk smiles and takes the center of the ring, sitting down and crossing his legs as usual before raising the microphone to his mouth, however before he can speak he is interrupted by the audience who begins to cry "CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!". Punk chuckles a bit and raises his hand in a motion as if to ask them to bring it down causing the crowd to slowly quiet... before he raises his hand back up causing another "CM Punk" chant to break out. Punk laughs before finally beginning to speak.[/color]
CM Punk: Well uhh... Here I am! In the newest wrestling promotion on the block, Saturday Night's Main Event... You know, I've been told this is where the Main Eventers stay... But see, I heard that before I was actually a part of the company, and everyone knows you can't claim to have the "Main Eventers" when all you have signed to your roster are guys like a steroid induced, MMA reject... and no I don't think Dave's a reject for doing Mixed Martial Arts, I think he's a reject for failing at it so miserably and thinking that he'll win because he's "a strong guy"... Then you have Big Daddy Fool who will probably need some sort of scooter to make it from that rented limo of his and down that ramp every night to bore you with his terrible promo chops and worse wrestling... I mean even Paul, I'm sorry "Hunter", the guy who helped Vince run WWE into the ground was offered a contract and signed to the roster... the list goes on... but NOT on that list was a man who knew that Vince McMahon's company would fail and outlined every damn reason why. NOT on that list was the best wrestler in the world. NOT on that list was CM Punk!
Fans in attendance can be heard booing as Punk speaks of the roster outlook before his signing and being initially snubbed.
CM Punk: So I figured that I should rectify that. I figured I should call up the powers that be in SNME. I thought I was going to be speaking with Mr. Money Shane O', but instead I got... John... Laurinaitis... Now apparently... According to the Funkman of course... People just don't want to see CM Punk in Saturday Night's Main Event...
A louder roar of boos can be heard at the mention of an old nemesis to Punk and his suggestion of an SNME without the Chicago native before breaking into another "CM Punk" chant.
CM Punk: You see, I'm not here in SNME under contract as we speak... I am here as a man, a wrestler, a fan that has come to say we're tired of more of this same crap! Vince allows guys like "Mr." Laurinaitis and "Mr." Levesque destroy one of the greatest wrestling empires the world has or will ever know and now his idiotic son is going to do the exa-
Before CM Punk can continue his passionate speech his microphone is cut off. Fans can be heard booing as he's interrupted by the malfunction as he begins trying to beat life into his mic. As he does so though he is suddenly interrupted by an all to familiar tune.
With the annoying song piercing their ears, the crowd begins to roar with boos. Hatred and spite roars from their mouths, as the Head of Talent Relations, John Laurinaitis steps through the curtain and out onto the stage. With a microphone in his hand, Laurinaitis looks around at the "adoring" crowd that fills the arena tonight. With a smile on his face, he brings the microphone to his mouth to speak.
John Laurinaitis: CM Punk... Interesting enough... you named a list of wrestlers who if I am not mistaken, have had much better careers than yourself. In fact... That list of wrestlers you name... are some of the greatest this business has seen. Those men were granted contracts here in the SNME because the fans want to see them. And in the best interest of the fans... those men were brought here to the SNME to give the fans what they want to see. And that... is not you, CM Punk. When you called the SNME Front Office you got me because it is my duty to handle all talent relations. When a talent is hired or fired, it is my responsibility to do so. And CM Punk... as of tonight, you are not hired by the SNME. And if I were you... I would watch what I say. After all... it is my job to decide if you're hired or not.
Laurinaitis smiles, as he lowers his microphone. John slowly walks down the ramp, approaching the ring, as he awaits CM Punk to answer.
As John Laurinaitis enters the ring still wearing the annoying smile that millions have grown to hate he is immediately approached by CM Punk who rips the microphone from his hand causing the crowd to unleash a thunderous ovation as he begins to speak using John's own microphone.
CM Punk: Watch what I say Johnny? You cut off my microphone then tell me to watch what I say? How senile are you old man!? Don't you realize who I am? I'm CM Punk, I'm the best fu***n wrestler in the world! I do and say whatever the hell whether you like it or not!
Laurinaitis looks flabbergasted at the immediate reaction of passion he receives from Punk as the fans break into yet another chant of "CM Punk", much to the dismay of the Head of Talent Relations.
CM Punk: I'm here in SNME to wrestle, to compete, and it's what I do dammit. You wanna say those guys I listed are better than me? Really? That honestly shows how little you know this business. You look at a guy on a 4 year steroid binge with no talent what so ever and you feel they can be one of the greatest in this business. You wanna know about the greats? A guy like Chris Jericho is great, guys like Shelton Benjamin are great! AJ Styles, Christopher Daniels, Harry Smith, Samoa Joe, yeah I mentioned Joe too...
Before Punk can finish his statement the fans interrupt him with thunderous ovations for all of the names mentioned.
CM Punk: You see that "Funkman"? Do you hear that? That's these people telling you who they feel are some of the great wrestlers, these people would rather see any of the names I listed instead of an knee clicking oaf and a steroid bound freak fight over the last bottle of pain killers!
"Oooh's" can be heard from the crowd following Punk's previous statement as he continues.
CM Punk: But are any of those people offered contracts? No... Just like me... This is the same s**t with a different name and you "powers" don't like that I'm not afraid to say it. We all know who is running the show and the all powerful Cli-
Before CM Punk can finish his statement once again his microphone is cut off, causing a sigh of relief from Laurinaitis and more spiteful boos from the audience.
Laurinaitis motions for a working microphone, as a member of the ring crew hands one to him through the ropes.
John Laurinaitis: Easy there, Punk. You don't want to end your career here before it even gets a chance to begin... do you? The things you're doing. The things you're saying. They're putting you on that path, Punk. These people may cheer for you. They may cheer at the mention of someone's name you drop... but it is myself and Shane McMahon that know what is truly best for them and this company. And if that means not giving you a contract or barring you from ever appearing in an SNME ring again... then so be it.
John straightens his tie, as he continues to speak.
John Laurinaitis: CM Punk, you should be grateful to be here tonight. Myself and Mr. Shane McMahon did not want you here. We did not invite you here. Unfortunately... that was done by the hands of someone else, who at this time... I cannot name. So... if I were you, Punk, I would indeed thank me for not having security escort you from this building before you even get a chance to show SNME what it is you "claim" to be. Would you like to keep that opportunity, Punk? You're lucky it was even given to you in the first place. Oh... and please turn his microphone back on for a moment, so he can answer the question.
John arrogantly smiles, as Punk's mic can be heard turning back on.
Fans boo John Laurinaitis as Punk looks down to his microphone, grinning that his pipe bomb has once again been activated.
CM Punk: Would I like that opportunity? What I'd like is to shove that Tie so far down your throat that it hangs out of p***y!
Laurinaitis' smile turns upside down as his face begins to shine bright red with anger.
CM Punk: CM Punk doesn't kiss ass he kicks it, and I'm not gonna start tonight with you! So you can take your opportunity and-
Once more Punk's microphone once again cuts out causing Laurinaitis begins to smirk and chuckle a bit. Punk turns and looks to Johnny with frustration in his eyes, however, it soon disappears as Punk begins to laugh too along with the Head of Talent Relations. Punk points to his microphone and laughs harder with Laurinaitis who matches his laughter... before he is suddenly hoisted onto CM Punk's shoulders!
Punk then sends Laurinaitis over his shoulders and crashing face first into his knee with a devastating GTS! The fans go crazy in disbelief as commentators try to make sense of what has just happened.
Punk stares down at the unconscious SNME figure head and then back up to the fans who give him their undying support. Punk outstretches his arms and lets out a roar before quickly fleeing the ring as a group of security enters to check on John Laurinaitis. CM Punk begins to exit the arena through the crowd, turning back for camera's to zoom in on him smirking with a raucous mob of fans behind him as SNME fades into a commercial break...
As Saturday Night's Main Event rolls on, the camera rushes to the back to see a very long limo approaching the arena. Everyone inside of the arena is chattering about the numerous possibilities of who could be in the limo. As the limo comes to a stop, Josh Mathews is seen rushing to the passenger door to interview whoever it is inside.
Josh Matthews: Welcome back to Saturday Night's Main Event! As we were coming back on the air, this limo was seen pulling up to the arena. We're not quite sure who it could be, but it looks like we're about to find out!
The door opens. A pair of boots can be seen under the door. Then... stepping out of the limo is "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash. Nash is wearing a throwback nWo Wolfpack shirt, as he shuts the door behind him.
Josh Mathews: Welcome to the big time, Mr. Nash! But let me ask... what is the with the limo?
Kevin Nash: Well Mathews, if you must know... I am here in a limo because I can be. I'm the smartest man in this business...
Josh Mathews: When did you sign with SNME?
Kevin Nash: I was signed as of last night, and Shane McMahon promised me limo rides to and from the arena. And on top of that... I signed one of the biggest contracts yet.
Josh Mathews: Who is your first opponent here in SNME?
Kevin Nash: To be completely honest, it really doesn't matter because I am the most dominating giant here, and I will be the first ever World Heavyweight Champion. If I had to choose, it would have to be Randy Orton. I want to prove to his entire family how pathetic they are. So Randy... I'm hoping you happen to be my first opponent here in SNME, and you better bring your A game because I will beat you all over this arena.
Nash shoves Josh out of his way, as he heads into the arena.
Joey Styles: Did you see that? Kevin Nash has signed with SNME!
Austin Owens: "Big Daddy Cool" is in the building, haha! I can't wait to see him in action tonight!
Joey Styles: Wait a minute... is there someone hiding behind that limo? Someone tell that camera man to get a closer look.
The camera slowly moves around the limo, as it spots someone. That someone... is Vince McMahon. Vince shoves pas the camera man, as he heads to the door of the arena.
Vince McMahon: Get the hell out of my way!
As Vince reaches for the door, it flies open! Security pour out of the arena, blocking Vince from getting in the door.
Vince McMahon: My son invited me here tonight... I need to be in there.
The security guards part, as Head of Security Ron Simmons steps through them. He stands in front of Vince, blocking his way.
Vince McMahon: Come on, Ron! You know Shane invited me...
Ron Simmons: I don't think so, Vince. Shane McMahon told me... PERSONALLY to make sure his good for nothing daddy didn't get into this building tonight. And I'm going to PERSONALLY make sure you don't...
Vince McMahon: Simmons... don't piss me off, dammit! Just let me into the damn building!
Ron Simmons: Not gonna hap...
McMahon tries to make a break for it, but Simmons grabs a hold of him and slams him against the door. With his hands grabbing Vince's collar, he lifts him up and gets in his face.
Ron Simmons: Vince... I don't want to see your ass around this arena any more tonight. You got that? Huh?
As Vince looks to be intimidated, Simmons looks down, seeing Vince's pants grow wet down the leg. Simmons releases Vince, letting him fall. Vince runs off, as Simmons just stands there...
Ron Simmons: .............DAMN!
Brawl 4 All fades to commercial...
As the camera cuts to the arena, "Voices" suddenly blares through the Auburn Arena, as the crowd pops with excitement! "The Viper" Randy Orton slowly steps out onto the stage, a cold look in his eyes. With his ring gear on, Orton slowly paces down the ramp, headed straight to the ring. As Orton walks around the ring, he snatches a microphone from ringside. He slowly walks up the steps and ducks under the top rope. As Orton stands in the center of the ring, his music slowly fades out. As the crowd quiets down... Orton speaks.
"The Viper" Randy Orton: So I come to the arena tonight to find out that I am in a tournament to crown the new World Heavyweight Champion. Huh... What a joke! I should be put in a 1 on 1 match for the title! Screw this tournament crap because I'm the only one who truly deserves the title,e and I will prove it when I walk through the "competition" in this so called tournament.
Orton starts to draw some heat from the crowd, as they boo and jeer him.
"The Viper" Randy Orton: You people shut the hell up! I don't give a damn what you people think. I'm here for one reason and one reason only... and that's to show that I am the best wrestler here in this company. You people are lucky to see a wrestler of my standard. So just sit down, shut up, and watch how I handle business.
Orton drops the microphone, as he beckons towards the ramp for his opponent to come out.
Joey Styles: Randy Orton is all business here tonight, folks! The only thing he cares about is getting to the World Heavyweight Championship!
Austin Owens: We'll see about that, Joey! He's gotta make it through whoever his opponent is tonight first!
Joey Styles: It's... It's Kevin Nash!
Austin Owens: Ohhhhh, man! Orton is going to have his hands full!
With a smile on his face, Nash steps out onto the stage. He is dressed for action in his all red ring gear. Wearing that same throwback nWo Wolfpack t-shirt, Nash makes his way down the ramp. As Nash reaches the ring, he reaches up, grabbing the top rope. Nash pulls himself up onto the apron. Nash raises his right hand high in the air, doing the trademark Wolfpack sign with his hand. With his giant legs, Nash steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Orton stares across the ring at him, patiently plotting when to strike. As Nash pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the crowd, the referee signals for the bell!
"Big Sexy" Kevin Nash vs. "The Viper" Randy Orton
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(WHC Tournament: Round 1!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The bell has rung and the two stars circle each other glaring into each others eyes. The legend and the legend killer doing battle for the first time in singles action. Nash charges in and snatches Orton in a grapple and slams him to the mat with a body slam. The crowd goes wild at the site of Big Sexy in control, as Nash stomps away at Orton’s body. Orton gets to his feet only to be met by a big boot from Big Sexy. Nash goes for the boston crab, but Randy reverses sending Kevin into the turnbuckle. As Nash turns around Orton slides behind him with his arm across Kevin’s throat driving him down with a backbreaker. Orton begins his usual stomps hitting every part of Nash’s prone body. Orton has that sick look in his eye as he gets in the corner looking to go for the Punt early against Big Sexy. Orton charges in… but Nash jumps to his feet... knee to the stomach and Nash lifts him up! Jacknife Powerbomb out of no where! Kevin quickly goes for the cover…
1! 2-NO!
Orton gets his shoulder up at the last possible second, but Nash is feeling the end is near. Nash pulls the straps down waiting for Orton to stand… As Orton stumbles to his feet Nash sends him into the ropes and hit’s the big sidewalk slam, and now its time. Nash has him down and hits the ropes looking for a big leg drop Kevin goes off the ropes to the left... RKO! RKO OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Orton sprung up at the last second, and the viper struck with the RKO! Orton drops down and covers a lifeless Nash.
“1! 2! 3!”
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... Rrrrandy Orrrton!
Brawl 4 All rolls on as the crowd cheers ravenously in the packed Auburn Arena for the first pay per view of Saturday Night's Main Event. The crowd is filled with fans adorned in their favorite wrestler's merchandise with signs depicting their heroes. As the camera pans around the sold out arena it is jolted to the entrance ramp as a familiar tune blares through the PA system.
"The Animal" Batista emerges from the backstage curtain wearing a black and white striped Gucci suit and matching black Oxford button down with hand sewn black leather shoes. His eyes are covered by designer sunglasses. Batista stands on the stage absorbing the cheers of the fans before signaling the lighting crew. The entire arena goes black except for a single spotlight right over Batista as he makes his way to the ring. Batista climbs the stairs into the ring and grabs a microphone from the ringside attendant as the lights come back up. Batista smiles at the crowd before raising the microphone to speak.
"The Animal" Batista: Wow, it's been a while since I've heard that response. It was two years ago when I told you all that I was done dealing with you and that I was done wrestling. Now two years later Shane McMahon calls me after his dad goes under without the star power of Batista to carry his company. Shane practically begged me to join his company and I said yes on one condition. That condition was that I get a spot in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament and that I can do whatever I want inside or outside this ring.
The crowd is giving mixed reactions as they cannot quite read what Batista's motives are. Batista stares around the arena and the confused fans with a smile on his face.
"The Animal" Batista: You know I gotta say you people are nothing but a bunch of sheep. You cheered for me when I came out just like you cheered when that tattooed wanna-be CM Punk was out here insulting me. Guys like Punk make me sick because they come out here thinking that they deserve a contract just because they were big on the "Indy Circuit". Let me tell you all a little something... the reason CM Punk was big on the Indy's is because he was good at kissing promoters asses. Punk isn't your savior! Punk isn't the "voice of the voiceless"! Punk is the guy who worked for every indy company and on June 18 2005, Punk accepted a deal with World Wrestling Entertainment. Even though he had accepted the deal, Punk went on to defeat Austin Aries with his Pepsi Plunge move, winning the ROH World Championship. Immediately after the match, Punk turned his back on all of you and threatened to bring the ROH World Championship to WWE with him. For weeks, Punk teased the ROH locker room and the ROH fans as well as mocking the championship he possessed, going so far as to sign his WWE contract on it. That is your "Hero" the guy you cheered for earlier tonight is just playing you like fools.
The crowd is blasting Batista with boos and some are chanting "Steroid Freak"! Batista just laughs at the marks while he paces the ring letting the facts sink in to the SNME Universe.
"The Animal" Batista: Don't you people get it? Punk is here for the same reason I am... THE MONEY! Punk is here to win championships and cash checks THAT'S ALL! He isn't here for you people, Punk doesn't care about you people just like I don't care about you people. Sure he will put on his little t-shirt and play along with you people, but deep down Punk is just like me! Just like the man I'm going to destroy in the middle of this ring tonight Edge. The man who lied to you all saying he had to retire because he had a sore back crying like a little bitch!
The crowd looses it and blows the roof off with boos as Batista attacks another of their favorite superstars. Batista just laughs at their boos and continues his rant.
"The Animal" Batista: Don't you get it people? None of the guys in the back really care about you... they only care about themselves and the paychecks they are going to get at the end of the night. Take a look at your hero the great Shawn Michaels... breaking his vow to be done wrestling after losing to The Undertaker for one more run. No one cares about you people all we care about is making ourselves look good and being champions. After I crush these losers in this tournament and I am a World Heavyweight Champion for the seventh time you will all see what a real champion looks like!
Batista drops his microphone and straightens his suit while soaking in the boos as he makes his way out of the ring. Batista pauses in between the ropes and comes back to grab the microphone for one last word.
"The Animal" Batista: Oh and Punk... Pipebomb bitch!
Batista drops the microphone as the crowd lets out a loud "OOOOOHHHH" and Batista makes his way to the back with a confident grin on his face, as Brawl 4 All fades to commercial.
As Brawl 4 All returns from commercial, the crowd awaits what will happen next...
Stone Cold's music hits, and the fans instantly go into a frenzy! They all jump up and down, anticipating the arrival of a wrestling legend, the Texas Rattlesnake. Austin comes out from behind the curtains in his wrestling gear and vest, and strides down to the ring with an intense look on his face. Fans try to reach out and touch him on his way down the ramp, but he just keeps walking. He climbs up the steps and enters the ring and proceeds to all four corners to do his signature taunt on the turnbuckles while the crowd roars. He finishes at the last corner and grabs a microphone. He makes to begin to speak, but an Austin chant fills the entire arena. He looks up and cracks the slightest of a smile, before he cuts off the chant.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin: Shane McMahon... Johnny Ace... I don't give a damn who's responsible for "Stone Cold" Steve Austin not being in this World Heavyweight Title tournament, I'm gonna whoop all three of your asses!
The crowd roars again!
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin: You yellow belly cowards are just scared, because you know once the Texas Rattlesnake gets a hold of that belt, it ain't gonna leave my waist! You see, it's real simple Jack! I am the toughest SOB in SNME and mark my words, I will be the World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd starts chanting "Austin" again
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin: So until I get my title shot, I'm gonna open up a can of whoop ass on the entire SNME roster! I don't care who it is, if you get in my way, I will send you to the hospital, and that's all I gotta say about that! Tonight, I have a match with one of the biggest pieces of trash I've ever seen, so Rocky, get your ass out here so I can make an example out of you!
The crowd continues their Austin chant as Stone Cold looks towards the entrance way.
"Electrifying" blares through the sold out Auburn Arena, as the crowd goes insane! The Rock comes through the curtain blazing a hole through Austin with an intense stare. Rock looks around the arena at the thousands... and thousands of fans that fill the building. He then heads down the ramp, slapping the hand of a lucky fan every now and then. Rock quickly jogs up the steps and climbs the turnbuckle. As he stands on the middle rope, he looks out into the sea of fans chanting, "Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!" Rock raises his eyebrow and throws his arm up into the air. Flashes go off all around the arena, capturing the Rock in his trademark pose. The Rock hops over the ropes and into the ring, as the lights return to normal. Rock paces back and fourth, as Austin pulls off his vest and flips him off with both hands.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin vs. The Rock
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(For Old Time's Sake!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The two men stare each other down in the center of the ring before the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.
The two men attempt to push the other backwards, but neither man seemingly is able to get an advantage. The men break, and attempt the collar and elbow again...
This time Rock is quick to push Austin off and toward the ropes... Rock attempts to deliver a clothesline, but Austin ducks... Austin bounces off the ropes and delivers a Lou Thez Press to The Rock. Austin hammers away on The Rock with lefts and rights. Austin finally gets off of Rock, and picks him up. Austin whips Rock into the corner and begins kicking, stomping a mudhole into The Rock.
Austin attempts an Irish whip into the opposite corner, but The Rock is able to reverse sending Austin into the turnbuckle hard. Austin comes staggering out of the corner to be hit with a hard clothesline from The Rock which sends Austin down!
Rock goes to pick up Austin, but Austin fights back against The Rock. Austin tries to whip Rock into the ropes, but is reversed by The Rock... Spinebuster to Austin sends him to the canvas. The Rock is ready and tries to set up The People's Elbow... The Rock removes his elbow pad and gives the signal. The Rock bounces off the ropes, but Austin gets up off the mat and quickly hits The Rock in the gut!
Stunn... NO! Rock pushes Austin off... Austin turns around... ROCK BOTTOM by The Rock! The Rock makes the cover on Austin!
1... 2... 3! *Ding Ding Ding*
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... THE ROCK!
The Rock's hand is raised in victory, and The Rock leaves the ring. A very pissed off Rattlesnake can be seen in the middle of the ring knowing full well that he could have won the matchup, but on this night, it would be The Rock who would celebrate in victory!
The cameras come back from commercial break and focuses in as the commentators start speaking...
Joey Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen get ready, because next up is the debut episode of The Peep Show! And on the Peep Show will be none other than SNME Owner... Shane McMahon!
Austin Owens: No one knows exactly what Shane has in store for SNME, but word has it that Shane may have a MAJOR announcement here TONIGHT!
Joey Styles: I can't want to get things started with your host for the evening none other than... Christian!
The Peep Show: Hosted By Christian!
(Tune in as Christian invites SNME Owner Shane McMahon to the Peep Show!)
Christian comes out to the sounds of the crowd cheering wildly. Christian makes his way down to the ring where the Peep Show set has been set up. Christian grabs a microphone and begins to speak...
"Captain Charisma" Christian: Now I know what all the peeps out there are thinking... Why Christian? Why were you NOT included in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament? Well to be honest... I do not know the answer to that, but my guest tonight does... I hear he has some MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT or something and I, just like the rest of you am excited to hear what he has to say... Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest... SNME Owner... SHANE McMAHON!
"Here Comes the Money" blasts over the PA system and the crowd goes wild for the owner of the newly established Saturday Night's Main Event in appreciation for his efforts in saving the wrestling business. Shane walks out in a black suit with a smile across his face, soaking up the crowd. He enters the ring and is handed a mic.
Shane McMahon: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a new era of professional wrestling! Welcome to the future of this great and historic industry! Welcome to Saturday Night's Main Event!
The crowd roars with excitement!
Shane McMahon: Things are really starting to get rolling here, and as Christian was so nice to point out, we have big plans here in SNME, starting with the crowning of a World Heavyweight Champion! This will be done through a tournament which will feature eight of the best superstars in the industry today competing in a single elimination bracket, with the hopes of being the first ever SNME World Heavyweight Champion!! Now Christian, if you have a problem with not being included, sure you could come out here and tell the fans why you deserve to be a part of this tournament, but it's not going to do you any good. Now I'm an honest man, and I appreciate the invite to the Peep Show, really I do, and I know usually you would conduct the interviews on this show, but I have to start off with a question to you Christian. Why the hell do you deserve to be in this tournament, let alone in the World Heavyweight Title discussion?
The crowd roars as Shane lowers the mic and awaits Christian's response. Christian pauses for a moment as the fans in attendance chant his name...
"Captain Charisma" Christian: I think the peeps just told you why I deserved to be in the World Heavyweight Title Tournament! But you know something... I didn't invite you on the Peep Show to argue about who "deserves" what. I invited you here to give you the opportunity to tell the entire world exactly what you have in store for SNME. Shane, what the peeps want to know is... What is going to make YOU succeed where others have failed?
Shane looks at Christian, and his face changes from a serious one to that of someone who is very pleased with themselves and slightly cocky.
Shane McMahon: What a great question, Christian. I'd love to talk about how my father drove himself and his business into the ground and how I, Shane McMahon, am going to make everybody realize who the real financial and creative genius is in the McMahon family! Truth be told, I think it's safe to say that wrestling, especially my father's precious WWE, has been getting staler and staler these last few years, and I intend to put an end to that. You see, what I have done is I've opened up a fresh new company that will redefine what professional wrestling is all about! We have the hottest talent today and some of the greatest superstars of all time, all competing in what is now the biggest wrestling franchise in the world! And folks, not only do we have the greatest wrestlers in the world, week in and week out, but I have personally found the perfect person to watch over things on a daily basis. You see, Shane McMahon will always have the final word when it comes to SNME, but let's face it, I'm a little too busy and too rich to be running the day to day operations of SNME. So I thought to myself, what does it take for somebody to be worthy of this task? I couldn't just choose anybody, no, this is MY baby, and I have to be sure I'm leaving it in the right hands. So I thought about it, and I realized that this person had to have experience handling such a large roster. This person had to have true passion for the sport and the business. This person had to be what I considered a creative genius in the world of professional wrestling. And most important of all, this person had to have BALLS! And then it hit me! The perfect person for the job. I mean, this guy, he's done it before, and he was one of the best, and I think with the proper funding and help from yours truly, he could take SNME to heights never reached in this business before! So without further adieu ladies and gentlemen, I give you the new General Manager of Saturday Night's Main Event... PAUL HEYMAN!
A shredding guitar suddenly shrieks through the arena's speakers, calling the evil genius... Paul Heyman. With the crowd in shock as to who Shane McMahon has chosen to be the General Manager for Saturday Night's Main event, Paul Heyman steps out onto the stage. Standing there on the steel grating, he brings his hands out, as an evil smirk of genius rolls across his face. On his head is a black hat, emblazoned with a Saturday Night's Main Event logo across the front. As Heyman begins to walk down the steel ramp, his black trench coat tails sway behind him. Heyman slowly walks around the ring and grabs a microphone. He walks up the steel steps, entering the holy ground that is... the realm of wrestling. Heyman stands in the middle of Christian and Shane McMahon. The sound of Drowning Pool's "Tear Away" is blaring through our ears, as Heyman looks around the slam-packed arena that surrounds him. Heyman closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He slowly brings one hand up and slowly lowers it, as the music grows faint. As the music finally fades out, silence engulfs the arena. Heyman slowly brings the microphone and shatters the barrier.
Paul Heyman: Shane... Thank you. Thank you for doing what is right. Thank you for doing what your poor father never had the balls to do. I assure you... this decision you have made. It is the best for this business. It is the best for this industry. Now... Christian... I know this is your show. I know this is your "precious air time"... but this is my show!
The crowd begins to somewhat boo, showing their love for Christian.
Paul Heyman: Now... now. You people wait just a damn minute before you go making assumptions about what I'm going to be all about. You see... I'm not like Vince McMahon. I'm not like Eric Bischoff. While those two were battling back and forth on Monday nights... I was doing something different. While guys like Hulk Hogan and Shawn Michaels were on top of the WWF and the WCW... guys like Rob Van Dam... Taz... Sabu... and Tommy Dreamer... guys like them were changing this business. Guys like this were killing themselves to revolutionize this sport for eternity! While arenas and stadiums were being sold out... we were selling out bingo halls! And dammit... who's to say just because they were making more money than us that they were better? Huh? Not a damn soul! I know what it takes. I know how to do it. Shane McMahon, I guarantee you. This company... this industry... will be changed forever again! Or my name... isn't Paul Heyman!
The crowd begins to chant, "E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub!"
Paul Heyman: No.. this isn't ECW. This is SNME. This isn't about the past... it is about the future. This is about guys like CM Punk! This is about guys like Sheamus! And I'll be damned if I am going to let someone run thi...
"Mr. Heyman! Wait... wait just a second!"
Heyman slowly turns around, as John Laurinaitis walks out onto the stage with a microphone in his hand.
John Laurinaitis: I just happened to be listening to what you were saying, when I heard you mention the name... CM Punk. Since you were not at the arena yet, you missed what already happened tonight involving CM Punk.
John lifts his hand up to his jaw, rubbing it from the GTS that he took earlier.
John Laurinaitis: Now... as you may not know, CM Punk physically attacked me. He crossed the line. And for that... he must be punished. We cannot let superst...
Paul Heyman: Wrestlers!
John Laurinaitis: Excuse me... wrestlers. We cannot let the wrestlers on our roster to do things such as that without circumstances. Now, I know you invited CM Punk here tonight to participate in the tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship. Mr. Heyman... as Head of Talent Relations, I cannot let that happen. Therefore I have taken it upon myself to find a replacement for CM Punk in his match against Triple H. I just wanted to inform you of my actions so that you knew CM Punk would no longer be competing here tonight.
Heyman begins to look somewhat pissed.
Paul Heyman: Johnny... I appreciate you making me aware of that. But for future notice... I suggest you stay out of CM Punk's way. For his actions... I will honor your circumstances, but from here on out... I suggest you be more careful when dealing with the talent... Mr. "Head of Talent Relations"...
As Heyman stares down Johnny Ace, the crowd is booing, Johnny Ace.
Joey Styles: You tell 'em, Paul! Don't let that moron, Ace, undermine you!
Austin Owens: Woah, woah, woah... there is no reason to go calling Mr. Laurinaitis a moron! That man is a genius! I mean... he hired me. He must know what he is doing!
Joey Styles: Folks, we'll be right back after this commercial break!
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