Post by Brock Lesnar on Jul 19, 2012 2:38:33 GMT -6
Live! From The BI-LO Center in Greenville, South Carolina!
7/9/12!
As "Everyday Combat" by the Lost Prophets blares through the arena, the camera pans around, getting a glimpse of the thousands of fans packed into the EnergySolutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah for another episode 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: Welcome to Brawl 4 All! We are live in Salt Lake City in the EnergySolutions Arena, and man, what a crowd we have tonight!
Austin Owens: You've got that right! The arena is packed to the brim, and these people are ready to see some big time action!
Joey Styles: If you missed All Stars last week, then you missed out on a lot. It was announced that Dolph Ziggler was the winner of the World Heavyweight Championship Roulette, and he will be going one on one with Randy Orton at Seven Deadly Sins for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Austin Owens: Talk about a big opportunity! Dolph has the chance of a lifetime, and he better take full advantage of it!
Joey Styles: Speaking of Dolph Ziggler, he is getting a chance to soften Orton up a little bit tonight. Randy Orton will be teaming up with Shawn Michaels to take on Dolph Ziggler and Kevin Nash in the main event!
Austin Owens: Ohh, man! That's huge! We've got the champions versus the challengers! Speaking of challengers, what I am wonder is, what is going to happen betwe-
Styles is suddenly cut off, as we are taken backstage to a dark, dingy place. A simple wooden chair sits in the middle of the dark room, bathed in shadows except for one area, where a patch of moonlight shines down from a grating somewhere above the scene depicted. A figure, cloaked in darkness, slithers into the chair. As the mystery figure settles into his seat, the glow of the moon brings half of the figure's face into view, revealing "The Awesome One" himself, Mike "The Miz" Mizanin. "The Cleveland Screamer" leans forward in his chair as the audience spews their hatred for the man who pinned "The Heartbreak Kid" in their tag match last week, but Miz pretends not to hear them. Instead, Miz's face is contorted in a certain darkness of his own, one that has nothing to do with the shadows surrounding him.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Six days from now, I will walk into the Mandalay Bay Events Center to end the Cult of Charisma once and for all...
The Miz pauses as he states this, allowing himself to slip into his thoughts for a few seconds more before continuing.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: The theme of this Pay-Per-View is "Seven Deadly Sins", and that's funny, because Christian, Punk, and the C.o.C. rider, Paul Heyman have made seven deadly mistakes that will ensure they have a very short stay here in SNME. Paul Heyman, I just got a very interesting phone call from a great man, a man by the name of Neil Patrick Harris... A man who, apparently, you, Paul, have banned from the arena tonight. There's the first mistake you made. The second, Paul, is booking me against The Rock tonight...
The audience roars with applause as The Great One's name is mentioned. Miz pauses until the noise volume dies down somewhat, shifting in and out of the moonlight as he adjusts his seat.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Paul, that is probably the second biggest mistake you've made since I've known you, the first being your alliance with the C.o.C.. See, you think that's punishment for me, facing "The Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment" tonight. You think I'm just going to roll over for Dwayne Johnson. Well I'll tell you why that's a mistake, Paully. Tonight, you're going to give me the chance to prove to everyone that I am the greatest superstar in this industry, of this time or any other! Tonight, when I demolish Rock's face when I drive it to the mat, you won't have your draw anymore, Heyman. Rock will realize that this business has evolved too for him to keep up anymore and he'll leave and never come back, you can count on it!
Miz spits this long tirade like a cobra spitting venom. "The Cleveland Screamer" smirks, half in shadow and half in the dim lunar lighting.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Christian has made a vital mistake of his own. Two weeks ago, he stepped into the ring with me. Punk, I wouldn't be relying on Christian too heavily anymore if I were you--he's a bit rusty in the ring. Honestly, I don't think he'd even be able to compete at the Pay-Per-View if that slut, Victoria, hadn't distracted me...
"The Chick Magnet" pauses, collecting his thoughts.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: And then... There's "The Second City Sinner" himself, CM Punk. Punk, you round off our list of "Miz"takes. Let's be honest, you've made a lot of mistakes in your life... Okay, I'll just say it, your life itself was a mistake--you probably should've been an abortion--but that's besides the point!
As Mizanin blurts this last sentence out, the thousands in attendance roar with disapproval. "The Awesome One" smirks with pleasure at the huge reaction this statement receives before he continues.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: Anyways, besides all of those tattoos that'll look like awful liver spots when you're older, you've made three key mistakes. One was signing with SNME in the first place, because, honestly, you're only the "Best in the World" when you're wrestling in high school gyms.
An audible "Oh!" sizzles throughout the arena before it's drowned out by even more boos.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: The next mistake you made was stepping in the ring with me at Rumble in the Jungle... I don't even need to mention how big of a screw-up that was for you.
The shadows play across Miz's face, but he has a visible glint in his eye from the fond memory of the beatdown Punk sustained by several different members of People Power. Mike's eyes slowly harden, and now any glint of humor is gone from his face. The Miz is now down to business.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: The seventh mistake contains all three of these men that I've mentioned. Heyman... Christian... Punk... The last mistake is one you haven't made yet. But you've got no choice but to make it. At Seven Deadly Sins, Wade, Mr. Laurinaitis, and myself want you three men in a six-man Elimination-style tag team match--winners take all--for all the marbles. If you beat us, Mr. Laurinaitis will step down from his position as Head of Talent Relations and neither Wade nor I will challenge for the Tag Team titles as long as you hold them. But if we win...
Mizanin pauses, allowing the tension and his confidence to both grow tremendously.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: If we win, Paul... You will step down as General Manager of both All-Stars and Brawl 4 All and John Laurinaitis will take up your position, and we get the Tag Team titles personally delivered to us by Paul Heyman as his last official act as an employee of SNME!
As Miz triumphantly declares the proposition, the arena explodes wit shock and awe.
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: As I said, accepting this... is a mistake on your end. There's no way you're walking out of Mandalay Bay under your own volition if you do... But this Pay-Per-View is all about risk, isn't it? Do you wanna risk stepping into the Real World? I wouldn't if I were you, but thank God I'm not you because then I couldn't say that I'M THE MIZ! ANNNNNNND I'M--
Mizanin rises and tosses the chair from the camera's sight. He backs up, allowing the moonlight to illuminate a good portion of his entire body. He stands with his arms outstretched, his pointer fingers bent towards his palms. He bows to where his face is very close to the camera and he whispers...
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin: --awesome.
"The Cleveland Screamer" smirks with self-pleasure as the cameras fade to black...
Joey Styles: Uhh... I don't really know how to react to that, but it seems like Miz has offered a challenge to CM Punk, Christian, and Paul Heyman for Seven Deadly Sins. And if I heard correctly... there are high stakes!
Austin Owens: High stakes? Talk about high, the Miz wants the Tag Team Championships and the General Managership put on the line! People Power wants it all!
Joey Styles: That they do, Austin, but are they going to get it? Will Heyman put his job on the line? I'm sure before the night is over with we will find out! We'll be right back, folks!
As Brawl 4 All returns from commercial, "Pourquoi" blares through the Arena. The blonde bombshell, Maryse, steps out onto the stage. Around her waist is the Women's Championship that she won at Rumble in the Jungle. Knowing she is better than any other Diva this company has to offer, Maryse makes her way down the ramp and climbs the steps. As she walks across the apron, she grabs the ropes. She bends down and whips her hair back, as she stares deeply into the camera. As Maryse enters the ring, her music fades out. She hands the referee her title and stands in her corner, awaiting her opponent.
”Light It Up” blares through the arena, as the crowd looks to the stage. Alicia Fox emerges from the curtain, strutting out onto the stage. As Alicia waves to the fans, she makes her way down the ramp. She climbs the steps and ducks into the ring. As Alicia takes her place in her corner, the bell sounds.
Alicia Fox vs. Maryse
Brammax vs. Ryden78
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Winner Via Match Simulation: Alicia Fox
As Alicia celebrates her victory over the Women's Champion, Beth Phoenix slides into the ring out of nowhere. As Alicia turns around, she is clotheslined! Alicia does a backflip from the impact and crashes down to the mat. Beth then reaches down, pulling her up by the hair. Beth looks Alicia in the eyes and slings over the top rope and to the outside! As Beth turns around, Maryse nails her in the face with a right hand! Maryse swings over and over again, connecting with Beth's jaw each time! Beth finally gets her arm up, blocking Maryse! She kicks her in the gut! She sets her up... Glam Slam! As Maryse is laid out on the mat, Beth motions to the referee to hand her the title. He quickly hands it to her, and Beth holds it in front of her eyes staring at it. She then drops it on Maryse, as she exits the ring and heads up the ramp.
As the show returns from commercial, we head to the ring with Ricardo Rodriguez in the middle of it. Ricardo is holding a microphone and is ready to announce. "Realeza" by Mariachi Real de Mexico is then heard all over the arena.
Boo's are heard as the honk of a Maybach Landaulet is heard. Out of it comes Alberto Del Rio, which surprisingly, despite what happened last week, is smiling.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Damas y caballeros: les presento a un hombre destinado a la grandeza. Alguien que no conoce la derrota. Ponganse de pie para recibir al patron. El es la esencia de la excelencia, Y EL ORGULLO DE MEXICOOOOOOOOOO. EL ES: ALBERTOOOOOOOO DEEEEEEEL RIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!
Del Rio stands on ramp and poses as he gets introduced by his personal ring announcer Ricardo Rodriguez. He then heads to the ring and takes the microphone from him. He smiles yet again before starting to speak.
Alberto Del Rio: My name is Alberto... DEL RRIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOO! But you? You already know that! You know, I had to come out here as soon as possible to address last week's situation. People keep on telling me I didn't take my opponent Sin Cara seriously and that was why I lost my chance at the Intercontinental Championship. ¿Acaso estan bromeando? A chance? A chance of what? Becoming the second best? No way! Alberto Del Rio is not here to become the number 2 guy of this company. Alberto Del Rio HAD to lose his match. If you remember correctly I was dominating my match until someone distracted me and I would like to sincerely congratulate the man that did so, because for a moment I forgot that my destiny was not meant to defeat Sin Cara. I'm sorry guys, but if Sin Cara wins the Intercontinental Championship, he will only prove that he's playing a guest star on my show. Alberto Del Rio doesn't care about that championship. I'm way better than that. ¡Yo me merezco algo mejor! My destiny...
As soon as the crowd listens to those last words they quickly start booing him. Del Rio smiles again and keeps talking.
Alberto Del Rio: My destiny is none other than to become this company's World Heavyweight Champion. I told all of you when I first arrived that my destiny is to prove everyone that I am the best wrestler this world has to offer. I am the king of wrestling. And how could I prove that if I am holding a poor man's title? No! I need the most prestigious, coveted championship in order to prove that! Sin Cara might feel good now, but if he's able to win the Intercontinental Championship, I can't wait for the moment I win the World Heavyweight Championship and laugh at him on his face, hahaha!
The crowd boos yet again, and this time, they let the "you suck!" chants be heard.
Alberto Del Rio: But let me tell you, while I knew I wouldn't get a challenge last week, I thought my second match would be something I'd have a hard time dealing with, but instead, I'm getting thrown a has been. One of Shawn Michaels' buddies: Triple H. The famous son in law of Vincent Kennedy McMahon. While I respect the business man McMahon is, I can't help but laugh at the attempt of Triple H of being the best. He's nothing. All he's done is be in the right place, at the right time. What can I say? He is lucky to be where he is today. He was lucky he didn't have to face me. The so called King of Kings is about to be dethroned by me: The King of Wrestling. Triple H... No eres mas que un perro desgraciado. Lucky bastard, your luck may be just over. You have injured both of your quads and when we face each other, you will suffer from a broken arm. Triple H... El juego ha terminado.
"Realeza" by Mariachi Real de Mexico blares through the arena for a second time as Del Rio poses in the middle of the ring.
Del Rio's music is suddenly cut off, as Triple H emerges from the tunnel. With a microphone in his hand, Triple H stands on the stage looking down at Del Rio in the ring.
Triple H: Alberto Del Rio, who are you calling a has been, huh? Del Rio you are nothing when it comes to the wrestling business! How many championships have you won? Hardly any. I am one of the best in the business. I was being held back by that idiot Kevin Nash who is going to lose to Shawn Michaels at Seven Deadly Sins. Alberto, do you know who you are messing with? I'm "The Game!" The "King of Kings!" Not some damn has been. Alberto, you say your destiny is to become World Heavyweight Champion... well you're wrong. Your destiny is to lose to me while I prove why I'm that damn good. I may be on a losing streak here, but tonight it all ends when I beat you in this ring. After I win here tonight, I will go on to Seven Deadly Sins and beat the Undertaker while you're at home injured with a broken neck. Tonight marks my first win here, and it will be against you, Del Rio!
Triple H drops the microphone, as he is done speaking. As he and Del Rio stare at one another from the stage and the ring, we fade to commercial.
”Booyaka” blares through the arena, as the crowd erupts into cheers! Rey Mysterio comes running out onto the stage, loving the applause he is getting. Rey runs to the right side of the stage and throws his hand into the air, as fireworks explode from the corner. He then rungs to the right side of the stage, as he throws his hand up again, causing fireworks to shoot off from that corner. Rey points to the ring and makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans that reach out for him. He quickly jogs up the steps and ducks under the top rope. Rey makes his way to the corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. As he looks out into the sea of fans, he crosses his chest, saying a prayer. He then throws his hands up, as the crowd goes wild. As he climbs down, he paces the ring, waiting on his opponent.
"End of Days" blares through the arena, as the crowd begins to roar with boos. Wade Barrett steps out onto the stage with a cocky smirk across his face. With the crowd booing him, he makes his way down the ramp, eying Mysterio. As wade reaches the steps, he makes his way up them and walks across the apron. He ducks under the top rope and enters the ring. Barrett walks toward the ropes and throws his hands up, posing. More and more boos rain down on him, as he simply smiles. As Barrett makes his way to his corner, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it outside of the ring.
Wade Barrett vs. Rey Mysterio
Edgeomaniac1992 vs. NoOBSkillz
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Winner: Wade Barrett
The words of scripture pop onto the big screen as SNME returns from another great match.
Job 41:1-34
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord? Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words? Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever? Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?
Joey Styles: Those words can mean only one thing, the Leviathan is here in SNME and boy I am excited.
Austin Owens: Excited, I'm liable to piss my pants after what I saw last week.
After the crowd has died down from the words the lovely, or not so lovely lady Synn comes out from behind the curtain. The woman who we once saw laying on the ground outside the graveyard is no more. Her jet black hair is replaced, with bright orange. Around her neck is a brooch, and she wears black stockings to cover up her legs. When she begins to talk her voice screeches.
Synn: He has cometh to SNME. Through an injury suffered the skull kick of Randy Orton, it allowed the Leviathan to take control of a body that was once his. He is the creature of the deep and with many stories of hell in front of him, he is the Leviathan.
The Leviathan comes out to this strange music. The real hardcore fans remember when he was in OVW that this was his theme. He is cloaked in a solid black cape that goes from head to toe. He also wears his shock collar that is told to be a key to hell. Leviathan and Synn make there way down to the ring together. Leviathan just stares at the ring announcer and he drops his mic and bolts from the rings.
Leviathan: Today we dive into the depths of hell. Or should I say I bring the depths of hell with me into SNME. I was told I would have a match, but the Leviathan doesn't have matches he just sends people to hell.
With this the Leviathan is interrupted by the popular music of John Laurinaitis, the leader of People Power.
The infamous sound of "People Power" trumpets through the arena, as the crowd begins to roar with boos. John Laurinaitis makes his way out onto the stage with a smug look across his face. As he makes his way down the ramp, he waves to the not-so-adoring fans that yell and scream at him, calling him names. As he reaches the ring, he makes his way up the steps. Laurinaitis ducks under the top rope and enters the ring. Ace looks on at the beast in the ring, cautious to get too close to him. Keeping his distance, Ace is handed a microphone.
John Laurinaitis: Bati- I mean Leviathan, you are right. I have indeed booked you in a match tonight. You see, I had to pick an opponent for that good for nothing CM Punk. And after seeing what you had to say last week, I knew there was one man for the job... Bati- ....Leviathan.
John Laurinaitis swallows a lump in his throat, as he lowers his mic and waits for the monster to speak.
Leviathan starts to eyeball John, and you can see the ever so small quiver in John's knee that can tell you he is nervous. Leviathan starts to sniff the air, trying to smell Laurinaitis fear. He then lets off a quick sadistic screech or laugh, it can't be distinguished. Then Leviathan raises the mic to respond when Synn takes the mic from him.
Synn: Listen here Mr. Laurinaitis, you might be the head of the toilet bowl industry, or whatever you run here, but you don't give orders to the Leviathan. Right now he can smell your fear, and he demands respect...
Before Synn can finish her thoughts Leviathan has ran into her and takes the mic. He stutters the words never again, and with a flash Synn has disappeared from the ring. This really spooks out Laurinaitis as he small quiver has became a full shake in the knees.
Leviathan: I will accept this match John, but let me remind you hell has no favors. You will be forever in my debut and when hell comes to cash in its debt you will know. For you CM Punk, know this you are my first human specimen. Welcome to the gates of hell SNME.
With those words Leviathan takes off his shock collar and a oozing black appears from the rafters and covers the whole ring. When the substance clears Laurinaitis is left standing in the ring by himself dumb founded. But what after he just saw he is happy enough to quickly exit the ring and head back towards his office.
"One Man Band" shreds through the speakers, as the ginger haired Heath Slater steps out onto the stage. With a wide smile across his face, Heath looks out at the thousands of fans that fill the arena. His eyes glaze over in amazement, as he points to the ring and heads down the ramp, playing a little air guitar! Heath quickly rolls into the ring and climbs to the middle rope. Heath throws his hands up, as he poses for the fans. As Heath climbs down, he paces the ring, asking for a microphone.
Heath Slater: So who's it going to be this week, huh? I got robbed last week by that good for nothing Disney actor! Who's it gonna be? I ain't got time for this. I got studio time booked, and time is precious, baby. So get on out here...
“Fight It Out” cuts through the arena, before “Soulfire” Justin Tyger walks out onto the stage. He throws up the Hook ‘em Horns, as the crowd cheers for his announcement. He walks down the ramp, slapping extended hands along his way. He jumps up on the apron, looking around at the crowd before he wipes off his feet and enters the ring. He climbs up a turnbuckle, throwing up a victory sign, before jumping to the mat.
Justin Tyger vs. Heath Slater
JustinTyger vs. mikey69xD
Winner Via Match Simulation: Justin Tyger
Joey Styles: Welcome back, folks!
Austin Owens: Man... what a show we have seen so far, huh? And it is only going to get better! We've still got some huge matches left on the card!
Drums pound through the arena, as a guitar riff shreds into our ears. "Sexy Boy" blares through the arena, as the crowd erupts into a roar of cheers. As everyone turns their attention to the stage Shawn Michaels emerges from the curtain. Shawn limps across the stage, feeling the beating he took last week at the hands of Miz and Barret and at the hands of a man who was once his best friend... Kevin Nash. Over his shoulder Shawn carries what Nash wanted all along, the Intercontinental Championship. Shawn slowly limps down the ramp, slapping hands with a few lucky fans that reach out. As he reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and across the apron. Shawn ducks under the top rope and limps to the middle of the ring. Shawn motions for a mic, as Justin Roberts tosses one to him. As Shawn stands there, he motions for his music to cut. As it does, the crowd quiets with it.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels: Last week... I felt a pain that no man... no brother should feel. My best friend stabbed me in the back. And for what? A shot at this? Is this what you want, Kevin? Huh?
Shawn removes the belt off of his shoulder and holds it in his hand. Shawn looks at the belt, eying his reflection in the finely crafted gold.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels: Kevin... our friendship. Our brotherhood... it meant so much more to me than this. It was something I cherished. It was something that I never thought would be lost, and boy... was I wrong. All the years we spent together riding the roads, sitting in bars and having drinks, getting our families together from time to time. You threw every bit of that away, Kevin. It is all gone. And you won't... be getting it back! Not this time! Not ever! You could have beat me to hell and back, and I could have forgiven you for that. But Kevin... you crossed the line. You put your hands on my wife!
Shawn drops the belt, as anger begins to pour through his veins.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels: All my wife did was check on me after you nearly broke me in half, Kevin. And what did you do? You picked her up and shoved her down! No one... touches my wife but me, Kevin. No one! Why couldn't you just ask, Kev? Huh? Why couldn't you approach me like a man and ask me for a shot at my title? That's all it took, Kev. But you couldn't do that, could you? No... you had to pull something on me. You know good and damn well you can't beat me on my best day, and you had to do something to throw me off. You had to do something that would make me unbalanced and enraged.
Shawn begins to pace the ring, as the anger is rushing through him like a wild fire.
"HBK" Shawn Michaels: You want the Intercontinental Championship, Kevin? Come get it! If you want me... then come to this ring and accept my challenge. You... versus me. Seven Deadly Sins! No rules. What do you say, Kev? Huh? Come out here and give me an answer!
Shawn paces the ring, as he awaits the big man to come on out.
: Hey... up here!Shawn looks up at the titantron, seeing the smirking face of the man who stabbed him in the back and shoved his wife down last week on All Stars.
Kevin Nash: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn... In case you have forgotten, I am the smartest man in all of professional wrestling, and what I want... I will eventually get. If I have to destroy my best friend in order to advance myself in this business, then you can bet your ass that I will do it! If I go down there, then there will be a repeat of last week and we both don't want that, now do we?
Shawn begins to pace the ring like a mad man itching at the thought of getting his hands on Nash for what he did.
Kevin Nash: As for your wife, you and I both know that this business is not a family environment. She had no right getting in my ring. So what happened, Shawn?
Shawn lifts the mic to his mouth to speak, but he is quickly cut off!
Kevin Nash: Shut your damn mouth! She got hurt because she tried to save your ass. So Shawn, I accept your little challenge, and if I were you, I would keep your disgrace of a family at home where they belong. And that shiny Intercontinental title of yours... is coming home with me this Sunday. And I won't stop kicking your ass until I defeat you, Shawn. See you later tonight, boy toy.
Shawn Michaels: Kevin... I see that you're not man enough to come down here. It looks like I'll just have to come to you!
Shawn drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. As the crowd roars with cheers, Shawn takes off running up the ramp. He pulls open the curtain and disappears into the Gorilla position. Another camera cuts on, following Shawn down a set of metal stairs. Shawn makes his way out of a black tunnel and storms off backstage. As the camera runs behind him, it catches Shawn's every move. Shawn grabs a worker by the arms and gets in his face.
Shawn Michaels: Where is he? I know you know where he is! Don't lie to me!
The ring worker looks a bit confused, as Shawn shakes him in anger. The worker doesn't answer him, so Shawn shoves him out of the way and continues his search. Shawn takes off down a hall, as we follow along with him. Shawn suddenly turns a corner and stops dead in his tracks. There he is... Kevin Nash. Nash stands out in the open, waiting for Michaels to come at him.
Shawn Michaels: Too dumb to hide, huh? Did you think I wouldn't find you, Kevin? Did you really think you would just get away clean? No, no, no... I don't think so!
Shawn suddenly takes off running, headed right for Nash. As he gets to him, Nash swings... Shawn blocks it and drills Nash right in the face with a hard right hand! Shawn unleashes hell's gates on Nash, pummeling him to the ground. As Shawn is on top of Nash, he punches and punches, hitting Nash over and over again! Nash finally shoves Shawn off of him, slamming him into a steal equipment case right next to them. Nash gets to his feet and kicks Shawn in the stomach. He pulls Shawn up and slams him into the concrete wall behind them!
Kevin Nash: I told you, Shawn... I'm smarter than you!
As Nash swings at Shawn, he moves out of the way, causing him to punch the wall. Shawn spins Nash around and tackles him against the wall. As Nash slides down the wall, Shawn stomps him against it. Stomp after stomp, Shawn unleashes his fury on Nash for what he did. Before he can do anything else, security comes rushing to the scene! They pull Shawn back, getting him away from Nash. As Shawn tries to fight them off, local police officers step in with handcuffs. They handcuff Shawn, keeping him from using his hands to fight them off. Nash slowly gets up, blood trickling down his chin from a busted lip. Nash charges through the security, bowling them them like pins! He gets his hand on Shawn, dragging him away from the security and police. Nash shoves Shawn through a set of double doors, and they are in the parking lot. With a handful of Shawn's hair, Nash takes him to the nearest car. Nash uses his brute strength, slamming Shawn's head into driver's door window! As Shawn's head collides with the glass, it cracks! Shawn falls to the cement floor, as blood slowly pours down his face. The security and police come busting through the double doors, handcuffing Nash as well.
: Get the hell out my way!Ron Simmons pushes his way through the officers, getting in Nash's face.
Ron Simmons: Look, chump! This is coming from the head man. If you or Shawn lay another hand on eachother... then you both will be suspended indefinitely without pay! Now you better hope to God that he can still compete tonight. If not... it is your ass on the line! You got that?
Simmons is right in Nash's face, daring him to smart off at him.
Ron Simmons: That's what I thought! Now get this clown to his dressing room! And send out some medical help for Shawn.
Simmons walks over to where Shawn is laying against the car. His face is covered in blood. Ron just stands there looking at him.
Ron Simmons: ........DAMN!
As Simmons walks off, we cut to commercial break.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Damas y caballeros, el es la esencia de la excelencia, Y EL ORGULLO DE MEXICOOOOOOOOOO. EL ES ALBERTOOOOOOOO DEEEEEEEL RIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!
Trumpets blare into the air, as a sound of a mariachi band blares through the arena. The fans immediately begin to boo, as they realize who it is making his way out. A loud honking sounds through the arena, as a 2012 Mercedes Benz emerges beside the stage. Behind the wheel is none other than Alberto Del Rio. With a wide grin on his face, Del Rio steps out of the car, telling the fans just what he will do tonight in his debut... win. As the fans boo and yell at him, he simply smiles at them, telling them that he is destined for greatness in SNME. Del Rio enters the ring and poses in the spotlight. As his music fades away, he removes his cashmere scarf and hands it to Rodriguez.
"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 All Stars. 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 the sound of the bell.
Alberto Del Rio vs. Triple H
Mercennario vs. XNexus619xX
Winner: Triple H
As Triple H gets to his feet, he points to the crowd telling them that he will continue to win from here on out and show them why he is... The Game! As Triple H climbs to the middle turnbuckle, he poses for the fans, celebrating his first victory in SNME. As Triple H climbs down, the lights begin to flicker. Triple H cautiously looks around, as the lights cut off completely. Lightning suddenly strikes the stage, lighting up the arena for a split second. The crowd begins to roar because they caught a glimpse of someone in the ring behind Triple H. A blinding light suddenly shines down on Triple H, causing him to shield his eyes. As he turns around, he sees him... the Undertaker. Undertaker kicks Triple H in the gut and grabs him by the waist. He is setting him up... He drops down, driving Triple H's head down to the match with a Tombstone Piledriver! Undertaker crosses Triple H's hands and looks right into the camera with this eyes rolled back into his head. As Undertaker gets up, Paul Bearer enters the ring. As Bearer raises the urn into the air, Undertaker drops to his knee. He flips his hair back and rolls his eyes into the back of his head, as he worships the urn that is in the hands of Paul Bearer.
We fade in to a hallway backstage. Everything is quiet until “Soulfire” Justin Tyger and his friend Chris Danielson run up to a locker room door, looking around to make sure the coast is clear.
Justin Tyger: You stay out here and keep watch, tell me if ya see 'em.
Chris Danielson: Yeah, he’s in the ring right now, hurry up.
Tyger opens the door and walks in, as Danielson stands beside it, looking around. We cut inside the locker room, where we see Tyger pull out a can of Copenhagen as he looks around. He puts in a dip as he grabs a luggage bag, unzipping it and flipping it open. He lets out a chuckle, before he spits inside of it. He stands, spitting in it, *pptt*, before he starts talking.
Justin Tyger: Ya know Del Rio, ya didn’t have to start all this. Runnin’ into ya and spillin’ my cup on ya, *pptt*, it was just an accident. *pptt* Ya know, I was doin’ some thinking’ the other day, and I can see right through you Del Rio. Guys like you, ya look down on guys like me. *pptt* I was born broke, my Daddy didn’t want me, I was homeless and on my own when I was a teenager, but you Del Rio, you were born into money! *pptt* Yer’ Daddy gave ya everything you could of ever wanted. You were handed everything that was ever given to ya, and because of that, ya think yer’ better than guys like me. *pptt* But Del Rio, I can read ya like a book. Yer’ jealous. Yer’ freakin’ out a little bit. Ya can’t understand it. You think that yer’ God’s gift to wrestlin’, that ya havin’ a lot of money, and me bein’ born a broke kid, that that should make ya better than me. Del Rio, yer’ weirded out, I can tell. *pptt* Ya can’t understand why this poor boy over here… Is better than ya. Ya used to think that you havin’ all this money and riches and nice cars made ya better than everyone else… until ya met me. *pptt* Ya know I’m better than ya, everyone knows that. All yer’ money can’t buy ya talent, Del Rio. All that money you have will never make ya as good as I am….. But you.. You already knew tha-…
The door swings open, as Danielson looks in.
Chris Danielson: His match is over, hurry up, dude.
Danielson shuts the door back, as Tyger pulls out his dip and throws it in the bag. He spits in it one last time before zipping it up and replacing it where it was. He chuckles, before he jogs out the door, meeting Danielson before the two hurried away.
The fans are awaiting the next match as we have just returned from commercial. The crowd eager to see more superstars ready to place themselves on the line for the promise of glory. All of a sudden, a familiar theme begins to fill the arena and cheers can instantly be heard from all sections of the crowd.
A mystical theme flows on as a masked man's titantron video appears on the big screen - it is none other than the international sensation: Sin Cara! Whilst the amazing moves are being performed in the titantron, the real thing steps out into the view of the people and the cheers rise even louder. Wearing his long and majestic jacket, Sin Cara scans the arena through his mask, a confident grin visible underneath his mask. Pointing to the fans, he begins shaking his arms and feeling the adrenaline.
Joey Styles: Welcome back everybody! This match is going to be a fatal four way elimination match to determine who will pick the stipulation for the fatal four way bout at Seven Deadly Sins. First out, we have Sin Cara! The only masked superstar out of the four.
Austin Owens: Indeed! And did you hear about what Sin Cara wanted to announce tonight?
Joey Styles: What? Sin Cara wants to announce something? I don't see a translator with him!
Austin Owens: That's what I was thinking! Apparently, he's learned some English recently and has some sort of statement to make tonight - what could it be?
Joey Styles: Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll find out soon.
Running down the ramp, Sin Cara flies over the top rope with ease and rolls to his feet, much to the satisfaction of the crowd. Sin Cara jumps to the turnbuckle and raises his arms, then zips open his jacket and looks around with confidence. Nodding his head, Sin Cara moves away from the turnbuckle and advances to the other side of the ring, signalling for a microphone. Within seconds, a microphone is placed in his hand.
Joey Styles: Here it is...
'Sin Cara' chants can be heard from the crowd, a grin still visible underneath Sin Cara's bright mask. Once it starts to die down, he lifts the microphone to his mouth and gets ready to make his statement.
Sin Cara: I am Sin Cara... your next Intercontinental Champion.
The crowd cheers and bursts of 'Sin Cara' chants are emitting from the people after they heard the words from the luchador in his Mexican accent. Sin Cara hands the mic back to a member of staff and begins to hype up the crowd, waiting for the next superstar to enter the match.
Austin Owens: Well, there it is! I liked it - short and sweet!
Joey Styles: Ha, just like Sin Cara!
The packed crowd in the Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah stirs with excitement as they hear Sin Cara speak English for the first time. Just as the crowd begins to settle an unfamiliar tune blares through the arena and the crowd erupts in boos.
"The American Nightmare" Cody Rhodes emerges from the back with his clear protective mask over his face. Rhodes makes his way to the ring wearing a black and crimson leather hooded vest with "CR" embroidered on the back. Rhodes looks around the arena at the fans as he climbs to the top rope pausing to soak it all in. Rhodes hops down from the top rope and unzips his vest before reaching out of the ring to grab a microphone. Rhodes paces the ring before raising his eyes towards Sin Cara and speaking in a deep imposing voice.
Cody Rhodes: You are going to be the next Saturday Night's Main Event Intercontinental Championship? You? Sin Cara, you will not be the next champion because that honor belongs to me. I will take that belt off of that old man Shawn Michaels and I will send Saturday Night's Main Event into the true "American Nightmare".
Sin Cara stares across the ring at Rhodes through his red and silver mask. Rhodes stares back with with emotionless eyes before raising his microphone to speak again.
Cody Rhodes: You see these disgusting people in this audience all cheer blindly for you when they don't even know who you really are. I am the son of a legend and the brother of a freak but I receive nothing from these people! Joey Styles, when Sin Cara made his way to this ring you said he was the only masked man out of the four and you were wrong. We all wear masks Joey. Whether it is that childish mask Sin Cara wears or the protective mask I wear or the mask we all put on to hide our real selves from these people we all wear masks. I can prove that we all have another face isn't that right Mistico?
Sin Cara looks in shock as Rhodes says his former name and gestures to the titantron where an image appears that sends him into a confusion.
Cody Rhodes: That is the face of Mistico and that man is none other than Sin Cara. What's the matter Cara? Upset that I showed the world your former face? The face that you disposed of when you left your loyal fans. The face that you stole from another luchador in CMLL. I know your history Sin Cara. I have seen your face. I have seen the man behind the mask and soon enough so will all of these people. See Cara, that is why my mask is clear because I admit I wear a mask, but refuse to hide my true self from these hideous people. You will learn that someday or I will force you to see it, but until then Welcome to my Nightmare!
Rhodes drops is microphone and rolls out of the ring awaiting his fellow opponents before entering the ring to compete as he removes his entrance attire.
"Coming Home" blares through the arena! Fog shoots up from the stage, as the "Rated R Superstar" Edge comes running through it. With his trench coat 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 arena! As Edge looks out into the crowd, he pulls off his coat and tosses it to the outside. As he climbs down, he motions for his last opponent to come on out.
As we return from commercial, "My Time Is Now" blares through the arena, as the thousands of people filling the arena jump to their feet! John Cena comes charging out onto the stage, dressed for battle, pointing to the ring! As Cena takes off down the ramp, he slides into the ring. Cena throws his hands up, as the crowd cheers for him. He then pulls his hat off and tosses it into the crowd along with his shirt.
Edge vs. Cody Rhodes vs. Sin Cara vs. John Cena
Save_us_pawn99 vs. Grobe15 vs. Gamerr-X vs. im_the_best_99
(Elimination Battle Royal!)
(Who will win and get the chance to choose the stipulation for the Number 1 Contenders match for Intercontinental Contendership Match at Seven Deadly Sins?)
Winner Via Match Simulation: John Cena
As John Cena celebrates, he motions for a microphone. As one is handed to him, he motions for everyone to be quiet.
John Cena: You know... I have been thinking about what kind of match I would choose if I were to win tonight. And I did win! So I have come to a decision... since I won this way tonight, I am gonna win this way at Seven Deadly Sins too!
Cena drops the microphone, as the crowd is somewhat disappointed in his choice for Seven Deadly Sins.
