Post by Brock Lesnar on Jun 14, 2012 10:19:56 GMT -6
Live! From The Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia!
6/18/12!
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! What a show we had last week! We not only saw the on-air debut for Saturday Night's Main Event, we saw the revealing of the General Manager... Paul Heyman! And to top it all off, we saw the start to the tournament to crown a World Heavyweight Champion!
Austin Owens: What a night, Joey! We saw Randy Orton, Batista, Sheamus, and Shawn Michaels all advance to the Semi-Finals! One of these guys is gonna be SNME's World Champion!
Joey Styles: Any of these guys could win this tournament, Austin. They are all former World Champions, and they each have what it takes to pull off such a feat as winning it all.
Austin Owens: Speaking of winning it all... last week CM Punk was persinally invited here by the General Manager Paul Heyman. And after an altercation with John Laurinaitis, it looked like Punk's hope for winning the World Heavyweight Championship was all over. Big Johnny removed Punk from the tournament and said he would never get hired here! But if Heyman has something to say about it... I think we'll see Punk competing here in SNME with a big time contract!
Joey Styles: Punk isn't afraid to stand up for what he believes in, Austin, and nobody... is going to stop him from speaking what he has on his mind. That's why tonight Paul Heyman is giving him the floor. He is assuring CM Punk time to speak his mind without being cut off like he was like week, when he and Laurinaitis were jawing back and fourth.
Before Styles or Austin can continue speaking, a guitar suddenly shreds through the arena. The harbinger of the "Evil Genius" Paul Heyman rips through our ears, as the crowd turns their attention to the stage. Paul Heyman slowly steps out onto stage. As he stands on the steal, he looks around, taking it all in again once more. With his SNME hat on his head and his black trenchcoat flapping behind him, Heyman makes his way down the ramp. He walks around the ring, beckoning for a microphone. As one is handed to him, Heyman climbs the steps and enters the ring. As "Tear Away" slowly fades out, Heyman clears his throat and brings the microphone to his mouth.
Paul Heyman: Last week... the world witnessed something Vince McMahon and the WWE never had the balls to do. The world witnessed Shane McMahon give me... Paul Heyman control of this company without a leash around my throat questioning every call and match I make. Shane... once again, I would like to thank you for doing what your pathetic father never had the balls to do. Thank you, Shane. Thank you.
The crowd begins to cheer at Shane's decision that he made to name Paul Heyman the General Manager.
Paul Heyman: Now... as you all know, last week was the start of the World Heavyweight Championship tournament. While 4 men moved on to the Semi-Finals... 4 didn't. Those 4 men will be placed in a mini tournament to crown another champion in SNME. Trust me... you're going to like this. You see... when Shane came to me with the job, I mentioned bringing in an element of ECW. I mentioned bringing in a bit of extreme to the scene. Shane agreed that the idea would be great, so we created a title. The No Holds Barred Championship! One of 4 men will walk out of Rumble in the Jungle with the No Holds Barred Championship. Edge, Kevin Nash, Triple H, or Daniel Bryan! I hope you 3 are ready... to get extreme!
Heyman drops the microphone, as a sadistic smile rolls across his face.
Joey Styles: What an announcement! It looks like Heyman is bringing in a little bit of ECW with him to SNME! With the No Holds Barred Championship, it looks like this place is about to get extreme!
Austin Owens: Ohh, I can't wait to see the matches for that title, Joey! We'll be right back, folks!
As Heyman makes his way to the back, Brawl 4 All fades to commercial.
As Brawl 4 All comes back from commercial, "Coming Home" blares through the arena! Fog shoots up from the stage, as the "Rated R Superstar" Edge comes running through it. With his trenchcoat hanging down his back, Edge runs from one side of the stage to the other. Edge looks out into the crowd, getting them fired up for his match here tonight. Edge begins to make his way down the ramp, before stopping halfway down. Edge throws his fists up, as fireworks explode in the air behind him! Edge takes off running down the ramp and slides into the ring and across the mat. As he gets up, he runs his hands through his long blonde hair and runs to the corner. Edge leaps up to the middle rope and looks out into the sea of fans packing the Phillips Arena here in Atlanta, Georgia!
Joey Styles: There he is, folks! The Rated R Superstar!
Austin Owens: Who's his opponent gonna be, Joey? Who is going to kick off the tournament to crown a No Holds Barred Champion against Edge?
As Daniel Bryan's theme blares through the air, the Phillips Arena pops! Daniel slowly makes his way out, pointing to the sky and screaming yes. As Daniel makes his way down the ramp, the crowd chants, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Daniel leaps up onto the apron and runs to the corner. Bryan climbs to the middle rope and looks out into the crowd. As Daniel hops into the ring, he pulls his entrance jacket off and hits the ropes to get a feel for the ring. As Daniel stands across the ring from Edge, he once again starts screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" , and the crowd joins him.
"Rated R Superstar" Edge vs. Bryan Danielson
Save_us_pawn99 vs. iKid_McFly
(No Holds Barred Championship: Semi-Finals!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
As the bell sounds, Bryan starts point to the sky and screaming, "Yes!" As the crowd joins in, the Phillips Arena is on fire! Edge blocks out the crowd and stalks Bryan. They lock up! Edge shoves Bryan back into the corner and slaps him hard across the face, causing the crowd to let out a loud, "Ohhhh!" Edge slowly backs away, and they lock up again! Bryan spins out, grabbing Edge's arm and twisting it behind his back into a reverse hammer lock! Bryan wrenches away at Edge's arm, but he spins out, sending Bryan into the ropes. As Bryan rebounds back, Edge hits him with a big boot right to the face! Edge covers him for a quick pin...
"1... 2... Bryan kicks out!"
Edge slaps the mat and rolls out of the ring. He pulls the apron up and begins to search under a ring. Edge finds a trash can. As he stands up and places it on the apron, Bryan comes sliding into it with a baseball slide dropkick, sending the trash can right into Edge's face! With Edge down, Bryan grabs the ropes and catapults himself out of the ring right down on to Edge! The crowd is riled up, as Bryan gets to his feet and gets the "Yes!" chant going once more. He tosses the trash can into the ring and reaches down for Edge, only to get a low blow out of left field! Bryan holds his groin, as Edge sends him crashing into the crowd barricade! Bryan's back aches in pain, as Edge continues on working on it. He pulls Bryan forwards and shoves his back into the barricade again! As Bryan leans back on the barricade, Edge backs away. He motions for the Spear and takes off running... Bryan dives out of the way, but Edge manages to put on the brakes before he goes crashing through the barricade! Edge turns around... thunderous kick to the side of the head! As Edge staggers around, Bryan rolls him into the ring. Bryan slides into the ring and pulls Edge up to his feet. He starts delivering kick after kick to Edge's legs. No! Edge catches his foot! He trips Bryan and drives his elbow right into his chest! Edge gets to his feet and the crowd is roaring. Edge pulls Bryan up to his feet... No! Bryan locks in the Yes! Lock out of nowhere! Edge is squirming for the ropes, but it is no good in this match! Edge finally breaks free, saving himself from torture. Daniel Bryan gets to his feet and picks up the trash can. He slams it over Edge's head and walks over to the corner with it. Bryan shoves the trash can in the corner and looks into the crowd. The "Yes!" chants begin again, and Bryan is on fire. Bryan slowly turns around... SPEAR! Bryan crashes back into the corner, crushing the trash can with his back! Edge pulls him away from the ropes and covers him...
"1... 2... 3!"
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... The Rrrrrrated R Superstar... Eeeeedge!
"Coming Home" blares through the Phillips Arena, as Edge jumps to his feet in victory! The referee raises his hand high in the air, as Edge celebrates his victory and the shot at the No Holds Barred Championship at Rumble in the Jungle!
As Brawl 4 All fades to the back, the camera looks on at John Laurinaitis, who is sitting at his desk. A knock comes at the door. As Laurinaitis looks up, he sees both Randy Orton and Sheamus step into his office. As the two approach his desk, he stands up with a wide smile across his face.
John Laurinaitis: Thank you both for coming to my office. But first I would like to congratulate you both on advancing to the semi-finals of the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament. As you both may already know, the two of you will be going head ot head next week to see which one of you moves on to the finals at Rumble in the Jungle. But this week... I am asking for a favor from the both of you. As you may have seen, CM Punk put his hands on me last week. He disrespected me, and therefore I am looking to punish CM Punk in his first match here tonight. Along with CM Punk, I received complaints from Christian last week about being left out of the tournament. These two need to learn their place in this company, and I am depending on you two tonight to make sure they learn that. So... can you two do me that favor? Can you put CM Punk and Christian in their place?
Orton and Sheamus eye each other, knowing that next week they will do battle to move on to the finals.
Randy Orton: Mr. Laurinaitis... with all due repsect, I would prefer not to team with Sheamus tonight. But you do have one thing right. Punk and Christian need to learn their rightful place. Only because you're asking... will I team with him tonight.
Sheamus looks offended and speaks up.
Sheamus: Easy there, fella! I don't like the idea of this any more than you do, but if it means shutting those two up... I'll do it. As for you, Orton... I suggest you stay out of my way out there tonight.
As Sheamus finishes speaking, Orton leaves the office, still bothered by the fact that he has to team up with his opponent for next week.
John Laurinaitis: Sheamus... I would watch my back out there tonight if I were you. I don't know how long Orton will be able to hold up teaming with you.
Sheamus: Trust me... if that snake tries anything, I'll Brogue Kick his teeth right down his throat.
Sheamus pounds his fist into his hand, as Brawl 4 All fades to commercial.
"King of Kings" blares through the arena, as the crowd erupts. As a green hue covers the arena, a spotlight shines down on the stage. "The Game" Triple H steps into the spotlight, his hair dripping wet. In his hand, he holds a bottle of water. He slowly looks up, puffing his chest out and spitting a mouthful of water into a fine mist. Triple H makes his way down the ramp and stops as he reaches the ring. He looks around, from left to right. He takes in the crowd that is going wild for his appearance on Brawl 4 All. Triple H walks over to the right side of the ring, taking one last big sip of water. He tosses the bottle into the crowd and climbs up onto the apron. As he stands on the center of the apron, he lowers his head and rests his arms at his side. In time with the music, he looks up and flexes his arms by his side. Triple H spits the water high into the air above him into a mist that floats through the air. Triple H then steps into the ring and begins to pace it, as he awaits his opponent.
Joey Styles: Does Triple H look jacked, or what? I don't know if the Rock wants to deal with him tonight, or not!
Austin Owens: I'm sure the Rock can't wait to get out here, Joey! There's no way he backs down from a fight with Triple H!
"Electrifying" blares through the sold out Phillips Arena, as the crowd goes insane! The Rock comes through the curtain blazing a hole through Triple H 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 Triple H leans back in his corner awaiting the bell to ring.
"The Game" Triple H vs. The Rock
XNexus619xX vs. Tru_LegendKiller
(Grudge Match!)
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The two men begin the contest circling each other in the ring... The Game and The Rock two evenly matched superstars start by trading blow after blow, lefts and rights at each other, with neither man able to get that critical early advantage.
Triple H blocks one of Rock's punches and grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes... HHH attempts a clothesline, but Rock ducks and comes flying off the opposite ropes with a stiff forearm shot. HHH goes rolling to the outside, but only for a brief respite as HHH regains his composure and heads back into the ring.
The Game gets back into control after a series of punches and kicks, as HHH looks to soften up The Rock. Rock is whipped into the ropes for a second time, but this time HHH is able to connect with a high impact facebuster to The Rock! Rock pops up groggy from the move and gets caught by HHH into a Spinebuster! HHH goes for the cover...
1...2... The Rock Kicks out at 2!
Rock is able to collect himself after getting up off the mat, but HHH quickly maintains the offense. A whip into the ropes once again by HHH this time it's reversed by The Rock... The Rock sends HHH into the ropes... HHH is caught by The Rock into a spinebuster of his own! The Rock sets HHH up for The People's Elbow! The rock goes bouncing off the ropes, but HHH is able to get up and he kicks Rock in the Gut and attempts the Pedigree!
Rock powers out of the move with a Samoan Drop! The Rock Stalks HHH as he regains his footing... ROCK BOTTOM by The Rock! The Rock makes a cover
1... 2... 3! *Ding Ding Ding*
Roberts: Here is your winner... THE ROCK!
As Brawl 4 All returns live from commercial the camera goes backstage where Todd Grisham is standing holding a microphone in his hand.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time he is “The Viper” Randy Orton.
The camera zooms out as Randy Orton walks in front of the camera.
Todd Grisham: Well Randy as you just found out earlier tonight from General Manager John Laurinaitas tonight you team up with Sheamus, the man you will face next week in the semi-finals of the World heavyweight Championship tournament. Do you think you can coexist and work as a cohesive unit and take on the challenge of C.O.C.?
Todd then holds the microphone to Orton’s mouth as he responds the the question.
“The Viper” Randy Orton: My thoughts… What are my thoughts on this teaming with Sheamus? Well I’ll tell you and everybody out there in that arena what I’m thinking. Listen Sheamus is a tough Irish bastard who can hold his own but next week when I face him he won’t be able to stand on his own two feet because as you all know my name is Randy Orton and I am the best at what I do and Todd what I do is make wonders in the squared circle and kick the ass of anyone who tries to prevent the age of Orton to be reborn because Sheamus he’s a great white but me I am the apex predator “The Viper” and when I shoot my venom that’s it your done and that venom is the R.K.O.
Randy puts his head to one side and then the other side and then resumes speaking.
"The Viper" Randy Orton: As far as tonight goes I have no problem having a workout session before I go into my match next week and give Sheamus a taste of what he has coming to him next week. Now if you don’t want Sheamus before our match just hope and pray he uses his barain for once and decides to not get in my way. That’s all I have to say now excuse me Todd I need a better use of my time than standing here wasting my breath on these simpletons
Orton looks at Todd who looks down at the floor and moves backwards so Orton can pass. The camera fades back live to the arena.
Open Mic Night: CM Punk
(Tune in as CM Punk is given a live mic without the worry of being cut off!)
As fans sit in their seats they can't help but chatter about some of the heart racing action they've already seen thus far tonight. Their signs are resting at their feet the faces all seem to mirror one image in particular, excitement.
As Living Colour's classic guitar riff blasts over the P.A. system fans in the arena create perhaps the loudest ovation we've heard all night! The roof is nearly blown off the building as CM Punk makes his way onto the staging area, mouthing "WOW!" as he hears the reaction to his music. Punk is adorned in his white "Best in the World" T-Shirt and beneath it wears his pink "Macho Punk" attire in tribute to Randy Savage. Punk takes a knee on the staging area, grazing the steel grate below him with his fingers before bringing his wrist to his ear as a certain Rattlesnake might before bringing both hands to his mouth and shouting at the top of his lungs "Pipe Bomb Time!" before making his way to the ringside area. Punk is approached by one of the stage hands on his way and handed a microphone. Punk stops at the foot of the ramp staring at his magic wand, knowing that tonight he will be able to say whatever he wants... completely uninterrupted. Punk flashes a devilish grin as fans boom once more in anticipation to hear Punk speak his mind, as the camera pans around, showing the various CM Punk signs in the crowd before focusing on one that reads "Speak For Us All PUNK!". Punk has entered the ring as cameras refocus on him and he is staring out at the raucous audience that is screaming his name before taking a seat, crossing his legs in the middle of the ring as usual while his music dies down. Punk awaits the crowd to quiet as well so that he can finally say what has been kept quiet for so long and fans don't take long to oblige, wanting to hear what the best wrestler in the world has to say.
CM Punk: Well, well, well... It looks like I have a microphone and-
Punk hits the microphone a few times with his open palm causing loud thumps to sound over the P.A. system.
CM Punk: Would you look at that, it works!
Fans interrupt CM Punk with loud chanting for his name causing him to grin before continuing.
CM Punk: That means that I can say whatever I want... About whoever I want... For as long as I want! And there's not a damn thing anyone in the back, not even the "Funkman" himself can do to interrupt me, love ya Paul E.
Punk winks to the camera knowing the man who brought him to both WWE and now SNME is watching from his office backstage.
CM Punk: So with that being said... I want to begin by telling you all a story. Now this isn't gonna be any bedtime story for fun, it's actually in the non-fiction category... That means it's true to those of you like David back there who may not understand... By the way, let me take a break from my story before it begins to say to David you're not the best, so don't try using my shtick because you can't think of anything original to say, I mean if you were the best then the UFC might have actually wanted you... But I'm getting off topic into unimportant subjects so let me get back on track here. I'll get to just about everyone back there with this thing so be patient and your turn will come. See, I want to tell you a story... A story about a man called CM Punk...
Fans can be heard reacting with more chants and cheers for CM Punk, including a harsh "ooo" during his UFC reference. Punk raises his hand, motioning for the fans to bring the volume down so he can be heard once more.
CM Punk: Way back in the... not too distant past... There was a little company, I don't know if you guys have heard about it or not but they went by the name of "World Wrestling Entertainment." In this company there was a big... well how can I put this delicately... Jackass, that was in charge. His name was Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
Fans instantly can be heard booing at the mention of the former WWE CEO. Punk pauses for a slight moment to view the audiences reaction at this mention before continuing.
CM Punk: Now this jackass was not alone in his jackassery... No, "Mr." McMahon made sure that there would always be a jackass in his place while he wasn't around to yell at, manipulate, bully, and torture his employee's... Other jackasses like his bimbo daughter Stephie... Like son-in-law with a strange body building fetish... Yes Paul, I mean you... But what one of the worst things our head jackass in charge did, was appoint a man with no talent... no intelligence... and no idea what the hell he's doing 75% of the time, John Laurinaitis... He appointed this man as the Head of Talent Relations... Basically that means that he took this moron and let his choose who the people saw and what level they competed at... So when Vince went ahead and implemented this... chain of command his company, year by year, slowly but surely... died... now I understand what you may be asking yourselves... "How is this a story about CM Punk?" Well you see, I was hired by the WWE in 2006 and worked my ass off for nearly 6 years, I heard every brass ring bullshit speech they had to offer me but no matter how hard I competed, no matter how "over" I got with the fans, no matter that I passed every drug test I've ever taken when half of their "main eventers" have been accused of juicing up on HGH and steroids, I was never given the ball! I was never told "you're the man!" Instead they poured they're money into promoting guys like John Cena no matter what the fans thought! 85% of every audience we went to couldn't even stand the sight of the guy who's supposed to be their "biggest star"... And why? Why was it that I didn't get those opportunities? Well if you asked Paul it was because my fans "were just internet wrestling junkies"...
Fans boo Punk's final statement as he pauses from his impassioned speech. Fans begin to once again ring out with chants of "CM Punk!" Punk rubs his chin before bringing the microphone to his mouth once more.
CM Punk: The chain of jackassery, as I like to think of them, would never acknowledge exactly how damn good I was and still am. I was the best wrestler in the world being told a little over a year ago that my services would no longer be needed in the WWE. I was planning on leaving right after a match with John Cena at Summerslam in which I was supposed to lose and then leave the company in disgrace... That's how my story was supposed to end, hell I even had a few matches booked in Japan but dammit, it just wasn't right... I remember what was supposed to be my final RAW they told me to do a little speech on the microphone... I was mad, I was frustrated... because among everything that I am, the Best in the World, the Straight Edge Messiah, CM Punk, whatever you want to call me... I'm still a fan! So I went out there and I'm sure you all have seen the footage at one point or another, I spoke from the heart and I spoke the truth, I mean what were they gonna do fire me?... But a funny thing happened that night... You people happened...
Fans roar out another thunderous ovation as Punk acknowledges them and continues to speak in a heightening voice to be heard over the crowd.
CM Punk: There I was, a "bad guy" who was supposed to be leaving the company anyway, trashing their number one name, their CEO, hell the entire McMahon family... And unanimously, every wrestling fan around the world did just what you people are doing now, they cheered... They cheered so loud that management finally could not ignore it... I come backstage literally ready to fist fight my way out of the arena and I'm being told now "We need CM Punk now... The people want to see you... They're cheering you after that..." After that? After that? People have been chanting "CM Punk" since I was in ROH so there wasn't anything new about that. But for some reason this vicious shoot promo that was supposed to be my final show on national television, actually made these jackasses realize what you people wanted to see. So they kept me around and listened to my opinions... but they never actually listened to my opinions... old habits resurfaced and as you now, now it's Rest In Peace WWE...
Punk pauses after what we can believe may be the end of his "story" as fans await to hear Punk's next statement, much quieter than earlier, as Punk continues.
CM Punk: Which brings us here... to the present... to Saturday Night's Main Event! You know, I was initially excited when I heard Shane O' had decided to begin his own company. Shane always seemed much wiser as to entertaining wrestlers and making sound business decisions... Which is why I was surprised when I wasn't contacted by the first show last week. You would imagine my... dismay... when I heard Mr. Funkman answer the phone but hey... I gotta say coming in the way I did last week felt much better than through any title tournament I could ever be in. Actually can we please take a look at that one more time? Someone put that on the big screen for me...
Fan's look to the titantron along with Punk as the blank screen begins to become active with a still frame from last weeks show before it begins to play.
As we return from the video of Punk hitting the Head of Talent Relations with his signature "Go To Sleep" finisher. As we return to Punk we find him slightly chuckling at the replay before bringing the microphone to his mouth once more.
CM Punk: Damn I love that footage... Well as you can all see last week I did what NEEDED to be done... Because SNME was picking up right where the WWE left off. John Laurinaitis is for some reason supposed to scout for something he doesn't have... that being talent of course... So I decided to come out here and "invade" Saturday Night's Main Event. Now I didn't plan on putting the "Funkman" to sleep but trust me it felt damn good! For years now people like him have been overlooking people with actual talent and wrestling ability. Politics are already starting to form in the back between that rickety knee'd Dies... well I don't know if he's really a "Diesel" anymore, let's just call him the "Oldsmobile" and Mr. Receding hairline himself... Let's just call him the Hair Back Kid... That to obvious Michael? I'm sorry I wouldn't want to get fired when I just got here so maybe I should take that back... Naaaaah... It's guys like them that have made this business so much more about kissing ass and making backstage alliances for times... It's like the freakin' Real World back there. Now guys like myself, guys like Daniel Bryan, guys like Christian who can wrestle their asses off are used as basic enhancement talent to make otherwise dull, boring wrestlers... who are sometimes abnormally pale, but that's beside the point. We're used to make guys like that, guys who can't wrestle but weigh 300lbs of muscle, we're "used" to make these people look half way decent and I'm sick of it. We're sick of it, I say that on behalf of every great wrestler that has ever been held back, every great wrestler who's been forced to "put over" someone of half their talent! Guys like Ted DiBiase, guys like Colt Cabana, guys like T.J. Wilson, guys like Harry Smith and so many more on behalf of each and every one of us, and all these fans around the world we are sick of it!
CM Punk takes a break once more as the audience has been whipped into a frenzy. They once again begin to chant however rather than the usual "CM Punk" a cry of "Voice The Voiceless!" can be heard forming a strong chant as Punk continues, speaking over the crowd once more.
CM Punk: That's why I'm here in Saturday Night's Main Event! That's why I put Johnny "Funkman" Ace on my shoulders last week and put him to sleep! I'm here to bring change to Saturday nights! As a guy from the back who's worked for everything I've ever gotten, as a fan who grew up watching this business religiously, as the best wrestler in the world, I am tired of this same old shit! So I'm making it my mission not to win a world championship, I've been there and done that, not that I can't take that belt from any man holding it... No, I'm here on a mission to make this show better... To make professional wrestling better... To make this business as exciting and intriguing as when we all became fans and trust me... I will not rest until I feel I've done just that... Actually I know one thing that would make this show better already... Let's see that GTS from last week again can we?
At Punk's request the fans leap to their feet in excitement, happy to once again view the Head of Talent Relations nearly have his jaw broken. However a different video begins to play...
Punk glares up at the Titantron as this startling video package ceases. "The Second-City Saint" scrunches his face in confusion and lifts the pipebomb to surely continue his bombing run.
CM Punk: Way to go, geniuses. I said "Go to sleep," not "put me to sleep!"
The twenty-thousand strong crows with laughter as Punk throws a low-blow to another WWE brand-name.
: Oh, ha, ha, ha--you're sooo funny, Punk!The Straight-Edge Messiah's lucid smirk transforms as his supposed "interruption-free" rant is perforated with a strong statement from a disembodied, yet instantly recognizable, voice. Punk turns his attention to the stage, along with the entirety of the audience. A man in a black Gucci three-piece struts on to the stage as the thousands in attendance cover their noses at the rancid stench that is the personality of the incomparable Mr. Awesome himself, Mike "The Miz" Mizanin. The Cleveland Screamer commands the attention of everyone in The Phillips Arena, and the collective soul of the SNME audience pour their hatred on to The Awesome One as he simply stands with his signature cocky grin etched on his face. In his right hand, he holds his very familiar WWE microphone, the logo flipped upside down; apparently, not everything from WWE is dead and buried.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Hey "Punk"! I remember you! You used to sit Indian-style right he--actually, let me just demonstrate...
The Miz holds up a hand and dashes back behind the curtain. After a few seconds he drags a heavy leather armchair out on to the stage. After a few more seconds of huffing and puffing, Miz centers the armchair on the stage and clambers into it. Mizanin crosses his legs and makes an effort to emulate Punk as best as he can. The cameras turn to Punk, who just shakes his head in disdain.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Hey, don't you judge me! This is hand-woven Gucci!
Miz's breach of composure slightly embarrasses him and he loosens his tie slightly. The crowd gives a short burst of laughter at this chain of events, but soon it is back to jeers and boos.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: But then again, Punk, I'd expect nothing less from you. You don't know what it's like to have class. You come to work in band t-shirts and shorts with chains on them, and you wonder why no one takes you seriously. You say John Laurinaitis overlooked you because you weren't big enough or strong enough, but to be honest, Punk, you're just not impressive. And it's not that you don't have in-ring talent. It's just that when you step out of the ring you lack the air of, well... of a champion. I have women lining up to get a chance of even seeing me. Kids want to buy suits and style their hair so that they can tell their friends that they're The Miz and that they're awesome. The only people who like you are the comic book nerds you circle-jerk with at Comic Con every year!
At this last remark, the thousands around the arena take an audible gasp before spraying their loathing all over The Awesome One. Punk chuckles a little at this and shrugs towards the fans.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: If anyone was wronged in WWE, it was me. I was there years longer than you, and guess what, Punk? It took me nearly four years to even make it on to a real show. And during that time, the man you assaulted last week was giving you title shot after title shot, so don't you DARE come out here and tell these fans you weren't given opportunities! I had to work my ass off to get ON THE CARD. And when I won the WWE Championship, ratings spiked to the highest they'd been in over four years! I was the most Must-See WWE Champion in the history of that company! Let me tell you something Punk. You're just a flash-in-the-pan. You think that your job is safe because you tell people like it is? I'll tell you like it is right now, Punk. Your words mean nothing... NOTHING... If you can't back them up. You can sit Indian-style in the ring and make these people promises all you want, but the way I see it, that just puts you that much closer to the mat when I pin you... 1.... 2.... 3....
Mizanin pauses, allowing for Punk to jump in here.
CM Punk: Whoa, whoa, whoa! It was to my understanding that my time would go uninterrupted... So what's this reality TV junkie doing here?
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Really, Punk? Really? The best you can do is-
Suddenly the Miz's microphone cuts out in mid sentence. Miz begins to beat the top of it trying to fix any malfunction, but its of no use.
CM Punk: Well it looks like you're getting a little feeling for the way I get treated, but trust me when I say everyone here will tell you it suits you much more... Now as I was about to say before I was "Really" interrupted... Miz, you come out here and you want to complain that it took you four years just to get on the card, but uhh... Do you know why that was? Because quite frankly... you sucked! And I don't mean that you didn't have any desire to be good, but there you were, a REALITY TV star greener than all hell, merely handed a contract for shits and giggles while guys have been busting their asses year in and year out just to be seen!
With his microphone cut The Miz is forced to listen to CM Punk continue to speak as fans cheer wildly behind him, causing The Miz's scowl to harden.
CM Punk: Complaining for not being on the card right away... Since you seem to be having fun trying not to fall on your face taking something from me let me take a little something from you... Really? Really, Mike? Really? You didn't even start wrestling until 2003 and the next year you were just handed a contract! But you wanted to be mad you weren't on the card right away... Because Bradshaw told you to your face you're nothing but a red rooster looking poser... You wanted all this attention when the only reason you were signed in the first place is because you spent time in a "Real World" house with some random people arguing about who used your shampoo the night before! Do you know what I was doing while you were doing your little TV shows? I was in IWA busting my ass in matches with truly great wrestlers! Guys like Colt Cabana, AJ Styles, the great Eddie Guerrero! I came into this business willing to bust my ass to become the best which is just what I have done! I've done it since I was nearly killing myself in the backyard, I did it in the IWA, I did it in ROH, I did it in the WWE, and now... I'm here to do it in SNME. So Miz if you want to have your ass handed to you I'd be more than happy to oblige anytime, anywhere and show these fans the "true story"of when The Miz got put to sleep!
Punk's music fills the arena once again as fans in attendance begin to once again increase the volume to unseen proportions as CM Punk stands to his feet and stares down the devilsh looking Miz before SNME fades into another commercial break
As Brawl 4 All returns from commercial, Kevin Nash is seen walking down a hallway until he finds the locker room door that reads, "HBK" Shawn Michaels. Nash knocks on the door...
Kevin Nash: Shawn, are you in there? Come on, Shawn. We have something that needs to be discussed. Open up!
The camera glances at the crowd, as everyone is in shock and confusion as to what Nash wants with Michaels.
Kevin Nash: Come on, Shawn. Open the door. I have a big plan for the 2 of us, and it includes you winning the strap. I have a big match tonight with your old pal Steve Austin, so let me in. We need to discuss this.
After a few seconds... the door finally opens. Shawn is standing there in jeans and the brand new "HBK" shirt.
Shawn Michaels: Plan, huh?
Shawn slowly scratches his chin, wondering what this "plan" Nash has.
Shawn Michaels: Alright, Kevin... Let's hear this plan of yours. Let's see what you've got worked up.
Shawn walks back into the dressing room, leaving the door open for Nash to enter. Nash walks into Shawn's locker room and closes the door behind him, leaving just enough room for the camera to see inside.
Kevin Nash: Alright, Shawn. My proposal is that you help me take out Austin tonight, and I will help you in any way possible win that belt.
The crowd begins to boo at the idea of Nash taking out Austin and helping Michaels win the title.
Kevin Nash: Come on, Shawn. You remember the good old days of the Kliq. Me and you... we were on top of the world. And now if me and you can reunite, then it is a done deal that we'll be running things. Without the Showstopper... the Main Event... Shawn Michaels... And me... the Big Sexy Giant Killer, Kevin Nash, SNME would never get its feet off the ground. So the ball is in your court Michaels. What do you say?
Shawn places his hands on his hips, as he stares down at the ground. Shawn slowly looks up at Nash.
Shawn Michaels: Kev... you and I, we go way back. We've been friends since you broke into this business. Hell, you even introduced me to my wife. We've been through a lot. But I don't know about this... I mean, I am this close... to winning the World Heavyweight Championship. I mean, a lot is riding on this. If I fail... this could be my last chance. But then again... if I do win it. Everyone is gonna smell the blood in the water. They're all gonna be gunning for me. And I'll need someone. Someone to watch my back. You know what, Kev? You take care of Austin tonight. He'll be no problem for you. As for later... I've got my hands full and more with Batista. He's not going to be an easy step to the title.
Shawn slowly paces back and fourth.
Shawn Michaels: You help me win tonight... and the Kliq... is back, baby.
Shawn extends his hand, waiting for Nash to accept it. Nash extends his hand to shake Shawn's in agreement. The 2 of them shake hands and hug.
Kevin Nash: Shawn, I came back for 1 reason and 1 reason only... And that my friend was to reform the Kliq. And the Kliq will forever ride. Let's do this and bring back the gold.
Shawn smiles, nodding his head in agreement, as Brawl 4 All fades to the ring.
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 climbs down. Austin pulls off his vest, as he waits for his opponent.
With a smile on his face, Nash steps out onto the stage. He is dressed for action in his all red ring gear. Wearing a 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. Austin 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. "Stone Cold" Steve Austin
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(Laurinaitis' punishment for the "Texas Rattle Snake!")
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Nash slowly steps forwards, beckoning Austin to try him. The Texas Rattlesnake storms forwards, nailing Nash with huge right hands! Both men trade right hands, slugging the hell out of eachother! Nash finally blocks Austin and knees him in the mid-section! He sends Austin into the ropes and catches him with a sidewalk slam! Nash lays over him for a quick cover...
"1... 2-Austin kicks out!"
Nash gets up, pulling Austin to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Nash charges in, drilling Austin with an elbow to the face! Nash backs up and uses his hands as sights. He goes for a corner big boot, but Austin ducks under it and hangs Nash on the ropes! Austin clotheslines Nash, knocking him down onto the floor! Austin rolls out of the ring and slams Nash's head on the steps! Austin rolls him back into the ring, handing his head on the apron. Austin climbs on the apron and drops an elbow across Nash's throat! Austin rolls into the ring and pulls Nash up. Nash knees him in the gut! He hammers Austin across the back and lifts him up for a body slam! Austin slowly pulls himself up, and Nash charges at him with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes and to the outside! Nash rolls out of the ring and slams Austin's head on the announce table! Acting before thinking, Austin grabs a chair and slams it into Nash's face! The referee immediately calls for the bell, and Austin looks to be in shock.
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner... By disqualification... Keeeeevin Naaaash!
Austin slides into the ring with the chair, and the referee takes off running. Austin swings the chair, but the referee escapes just in time. Austin is irate that he was DQ'ed. He cannot believe it, and he is about to open up a can of whoop ass on somebody.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin: Listen here, you sorry son of a bitch, referee! You want to disqualify me, huh? You better be glad your sorry ass got away, or this chair would be bent over that little peanut head of yours, you measly mouth son of a bitch! Last week I got screwed out of the World Title Tournament, and now this week I get disqualified for some bullshit. Paul Heyman... John Laurinaitis... Let me tell you two sons 'a bit-
Austin's microphone is suddenly cut off. He beats on it checking it to see if it shorted out, but it doesn't come back on. Austin slams the mic down and storms off to the back.
Brawl 4 All continues on as the crowd cheers loudly in the packed Phillips Arena for the second show of Saturday Night's Main Event. The crowd is filled with fans adorned in their favorite wrestler's merchandise with signs cheering them on. 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 crowd erupts in boos as "The Animal" Batista emerges from the backstage curtain wearing a black Armani sweater and matching Armani dress pants with hand sewn black leather shoes. His eyes are covered by black Armani sunglasses. Batista stands on the stage absorbing the boos 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 spotlight is shining down on him. Batista has a serious look on his face while raising the microphone to speak.
Batista: That's right keep booing me. You are all just sheep trained to boo the "bad guy". While you all still cheer for that poser Shawn Michaels who doesn't care about a single one of you.
The crowd erupts in cheers as soon as HBK is mentioned. Batista just laughs as the crowd cheers for his opponent tonight. Batista waits till the crowds cheers die down and raises his microphone to speak again.
Batista: Listen to all of you, last week Shawn Michaels came right out and said that he is here in Saturday Night's Main Event for himself. He isn't here for you or anyone else he is here to win championships and make money just like me. So go ahead cheer for your precious Heartbreak Kid while Batista Bomb my way to the World Heavyweight Championship.
The crowd roars their disapproval of Batista as their World Heavyweight Champion. Big Dave just chuckles to himself as he just absorbs the negative energy and prepares to spew it back at them.
Batista: I mean honestly who is left in this tournament that even stands a chance against a man like me. I mean last week I destroyed that "retired" piece of trash Edge and this week I get another guy out of the retirement home with HBK. That leaves Randy Orton and Sheamus. I mean really? Orton hasn't been great since he left Evolution and Sheamus is nothing, but a ginger with a personality disorder. I mean honestly is he Sheamus, "The Celtic Warrior", or "The Great White". Any way you look at it he is a pale loser who doesn't deserve to wrestle in my company.
Batista paces the ring with a cocky smile on his face. With the crowd booing ravenously at his slander of the other wrestlers. Batista keeps laughing at their reactions and continues to spew his words across the SNME Universe.
Batista: I am the best wrestler in this company hands down whether you like it or not. Forget those indy losers CM Punk and Bryan Danielson. Neither of those kids have anything on me. As for the rest of the losers in this tournament you better stay out of my way before you all get hurt. Because "The Animal" has been unleashed here in Saturday Night's Main Event and I am going to crush anyone in my way to my championship. Welcome to my Jungle boys prepare to feel the Bite!
Batista throws down his microphone with an emphatic final note. All shades of happiness are gone and only "The Animal" remains as Batista heads to the back with a determined look on his face.
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