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The camera pans around the sold out MGM Grand Arena, with a deafening reaction greeting Wrestle Mania 22.


Jim Ross:
It has been twelve months in the making. Wrestle Mania Twenty Two is finally here!!! The night were dreams and reality forge together and create history. The twenty second annual Wrestle Mania comes to you, from beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada for the second time in the events history, with the first being Wrestle Mania Nine, and incidentally my own WWE debut. I’m joined at ringside by a Wrestle Mania virgin, in the shape of Jonathon Coachman. Coach??


The Coach:
It’s not often that The Coach is lost for words, but baby, I’m speechless right now. I’ve been to Wrestle Mania before, but tonight, I get to call all the Raw action. Big night for The Coach.


Jim Ross:
Indeed it is, but for the dozens of superstars in the back ready to compete at the biggest event, arguably EVER in WWE history, it’s much, much bigger for them. Tonight, we are joined by the Smackdown announce team, consisting of Michael Cole and Tazz. Gentlemen??


Michael Cole:
The wait is finally over. The WWE has finally arrived in Vegas for Wrestle Mania. Tazz, it’s truly been an emotional, roller coaster ride on the road to the biggest event, the grand daddy of ‘em all, Wrestle Mania!!!


Tazz:
This place is electric Cole. I’m sick of waiting, just like everyone else at home, and all these fans that sold out the MGM last September in record time!!! We want the action, we want the glitz, we want the glamour, we want dreams to finally become reality!!! J.R is wearing the John Wayne cufflinks, I’m wearing my sunglasses, Cole, you got a haircut, and Coach is wettin his pants!!! This is Wrestle Mania baby!!!


Michael Cole:
Lets not forget though, we are joined too by our Spanish broadcast team of Hugo, and Carlos. Hola!!!


The Spanish Announce team do their thing, before cutting to the ring, where Howard Finkel stands.


Howard Finkel:
Ladies And Gentlemen, World Wrestling Entertainment proudly presents to you LIVE from the sold out MGM Grand Gardens Arena, in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada!!!!


Crowd Pops


Howard Finkel:
And it is now time for the action to commence!!!!


**BELL RINGS**


**Worlds Greatest** Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin enter the arena, to a huge pop from the excited fans, in anticipation for the action to begin.


Jim Ross:
And we are kicking it off in style!!! Raws tag team champions, and arguably the greatest tag team of this generation are competing in their fourth Wrestle Mania tag team match, and have a 100% winning record!!!


The Coach:
Many teams have attempted to dislodge Haas and Benjamin from the top of the tag team ladder, but time and time again, the cream has risen to the top!!!


Jim Ross:
It’s the first of two Wrestle Mania 21 rematches Coach, and I think we are all aware of the other!!!


**Guilty** Americas Most Wanted hit the stage, getting a fairly equal big pop from the fans in attendance that greeted TWGTT.


Michael Cole:
You have every right to be proud of your champions J.R, but Tazz and I have long been admirers of THESE champions.


Tazz:
And our colleagues from Raw can gloat all they want about the result from this contest last year, but tonight will be a different story. AMW don’t lose often to anyone, and they never lose to anyone twice in a row!!!


Michael Cole:
Well, it’s time to find out. The waiting is over. Wrestle Mania is ready to kick off with a bang!!!


WWE Tag Team Champions
vs. World Tag Team Champions:

America’s Most Wanted vs. The Worlds Greatest Tag Team


Benjamin and Chris Harris remain in the ring, with Haas and Storm exiting the ring, with the bell ringing to officially begin the match. Instantly, the champions lock up, with Harris getting the leverage advantage. Benjamin breaks free, and goes behind, but Harris elbows Shelton away, and turns around, swinging with three big right hands, before backing Benjamin into the ropes, and whips him across the ring, knocking Shelton down with a reverse elbow. Harris drops down for a quick cover, the first of the entire night, 1...2...Kick Out.

Benjamin pulls himself back up in the corner, but The Wildcat quickly follows in, keeping in on his opponent. Harris drives Benjamin to the corner, delivering sharp shoulders to the gut, taking the wind from Shelton, before whipping him into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, only for Benjamin to duck under, and run back off the opposite side, leaping in the air, coming for a cross body, but Harris rolls through upon impact, 1...2...Kick Out!!! Benjamin is up quickly, but Harris doesn’t let him get away, driving him to the corner again, scoring with some major shoulders to the gut. He steps back, before hitting Benjamin in the face with a reverse elbow. Benjamin staggers around the ring, as Harris tags in James Storm, to a nice reaction from the MGM Grand.
Storm drags Shelton to the corner, and without hesitation, strikes with a hard right hand … and another … and a left … a right … and a big haymaker, with Benjamin pushing The Cowboy away to try and get away. He tries to make his way to Haas, but cant get to his teams corner, with Storm taking him down with a drop toe hold. He then tries to apply a chicken wing, but Shelton manages to scramble free, and quickly tags in Charlie Haas before Storm can stop him from doing so.
Charlie slowly enters, knowing the threat that AMW possess, especially thus far in the early going. Both men circle the ring, and lock up. They struggle around the ring, with neither getting an advantage, and eventually, they are forced to break in the corner. Again, they circle, before locking up. This time, Storm backs Haas into the AMW corner, and chops the Raw tag champion, before tagging in Harris again.
Harris lays on a hard right, before whipping Haas into the ropes, and knocking him down with a clothesline. He covers, 1...2...Kick Out. Harris stomps on the back of Haas, and eventually picks him up, whipping him into the ropes again, going for a clothesline again, only for Charlie to duck, and come back with a flying shoulder block to The Wildcat. Haas gets to his feet first, and drags Harris up, throwing a few right hands, which rock Harris a little. He whips The Wildcat into the ropes, and goes for a spine buster, but Harris rolls out for a Sunset Flip, only for Charlie to keep his balance, and drops is knees onto the shoulder of Harris for a pinning predicament, 1...2...Harris slithers out, just in time.
Both men are quick to get up, with Harris charging into Haas, running straight into an arm drag Harris bounces back up, into ropes, running back into the path of Charlie, but this time, as Haas has the same idea again, Harris manages to float over, and with a lock of the opponents right arm, he is free to send Charlie onto the canvas with a clothesline using his free arm. He covers quickly, 1...2...Kick Out. Harris doesn’t appear to be surprised, with the pin likely just an attempt to wear Haas out a little.
The Wildcat rubs his face, then tries to take down Haas by the leg, but Charlie moves away before he can. Harris tries to take the Raw superstar by surprise, and runs at him, but Haas boots him in the gut, and sees a possible opening for a DDT, but Harris pushes Haas into the ropes, and goes for a kick of his own, but Charlie catches the leg, spins Harris around, and knocks him down with a clothesline!!! He then drags The Wildcat to his teams corner, and tags Shelton back in.
Benjamin kicks Harris in the corner, and begins to stomp the SD star, before dragging him up, and nailing a few forearm shots, then whips him into the ropes, taking him down with an extravagant spinning shoulder block. Benjamin tries to quickly drop the leg, but Chris Harris spins out of the way. Harris has a chance to tag out, but decides to stay in for the time being it seems, and gets to his feet, locking eyes with Benjamin. He locks up with Shelton, and they struggle around the ring, but it’s Shelton that eventually wins the battle, taking Harris down with a snap mare. He tries to lock in a sleeper, but Harris fights free, runs into the ropes, but is met with a dropkick from Benjamin!!!
Benjamin pulls Harris to his own corner, and tags in Haas once more. Charlie stomps The Wildcat in the corner, before stepping to the middle ropes, and begins teeing off on Harris with the ten punches, with the fans counting along to each punch. Charlie hit’s the ten, and drops down off the ropes, with Edge flopping out of the corner, falling flat on his face, to a big reaction from the eager fans in the sold out arena. Haas strangely tags back out to Benjamin, with Shelton leaping back in. The Raw champions nod, as Shelton drags Harris up, and the duo engage in a double team move, with a double Russian leg sweep to Harris, allowing Benjamin to hook the leg, 1...2...STORM BREAKS THE COUNT. The referee quickly jumps in the way of The Cowboy, and instructs him out of the ring, although it appeared Harris would kick out anyway. TWGTT don’t take advantage of the distraction with any shenanigans, as Benjamin instead wears down Harris alone, dragging him to his feet.
Benjamin backs Harris into the corner, and opens up with a number of chops, lighting up the chest of The Wildcat. Benjamin takes a few paces backward, and lines up his prone opponent, before racing in, looking to hit a Stinger Splash, but Harris moves out of the way, and Shelton eats turnbuckle!!! Harris races off the ropes, and takes advantage of the slip up from Benjamin, knocking him down with a thunderous clothesline. Harris now tags out, with a fired up James Storm getting inside. Storm though, is a little too heated, and allows that to get the best of him, charging right into the path of Benjamin, who takes him down with a Samoan drop, giving the Raw champions advantage again.
Shelton scores a two count from the Samoan Drop, and tags Haas back in. Haas takes a few seconds to think about what he is going to do to Storm, before stomping on the leg of his opponent. Charlie drags him to the centre of the ring, and drops three consecutive elbows to the point of the knee, before trying to apply the Figure Four, but as he turns, The Cowboy kicks him away with his free boot, and quickly rolls Haas up from behind with the school boy, 1...2...Haas kicks out.
Both men get up quickly, and run towards each other, but it’s Storm to strike first, with a booming clothesline. Storm tries to get the pinfall, … 1...2...Kick Out!!! The Cowboy hooks the leg again, 1...2...Kick Out. He covers again, 1...2...Kick Out!!! Storm drags Haas up, but Charlie fights back at The Cowboy, with shots to the ribs, forcing Storm back. Charlie bounces off the ropes, and comes at Storm again, but Storm meets him with a kick to the gut, sending Haas down to one knee. Storm backs off, and holds out to tag Harris back into the ring, but stays in himself. AMW back Haas into the ropes, and whip him off, before knocking Charlie back down with a double dropkick to a great reaction from the fans. Storm rolls out, whilst Harris makes the cover, 1...2...BROKEN BY BENJAMIN!!!
Shelton immediately looks to the outside, and points directly at Storm, letting him know he did it because of the earlier one from The Cowboy. Harris shakes his head in disgust, as the match threatens to break down now. Harris doesn’t ease off at all, and drags Charlie up by the arm, before pulling him in, and hoisting him up, high in the air, holding Haas for a good ten second period, letting the blood rush to the head, before landing back down, with the delayed vertical suplex, and floats over into the cover, 1...2...Kick Out!!!
Harris follows Haas to the corner, as the Raw star tries to get some rest bite, but with The Wildcat closing in, he doesn’t get much. Harris hit’s a chop, and pulls Haas out of the corner, following up with a snap suplex this time. He covers once again, 1...2...KICK OUT!!! The Wildcat gets up, and makes the tag to his partner, who enters the ring with a big leg drop from over the top rope, unusual for Storm, onto Haas, following up with a cover, 1...2...Kick Out!!!
Haas appears to be in trouble right now, after being singled out for a period of time. Storm backs him into the corner, scoring with some kicks to the mid section, before pulling Charlie back out. He goes for a suplex too, but Haas blocks it, and frees himself, before going toe to toe, shot for shot, but Storm, the fresher man, gets the best of this exchange, knocking Haas down with a clothesline.
The Cowboy makes his way back to Harris, and tags The Wildcat back in, with AMW appearing to have a double team move lined up. Storm grabs Haas, as Harris climbs the ropes … as it appears they are setting up for the DEATH SENTENCE!!! Harris gets his footing at the top, but SHELTON BENJAMIN RUNS ACROSS THE RING, AND LEAPS TO THE TOP, DRAGGING HARRIS OFF THE TOP!!! Desperation move from Shelton, and Storm lets go of Haas!!!! The fans gives some heat for the cheap tactic, after a big pop for the athleticism, as Charlie Haas gets a grip behind Storm, and connects with a Dragon Suplex, before reaching out tagging Shelton Benjamin, who got back on the apron just in time!!!
Benjamin gets into the ring like a speeding bullet, knocking down Harris with a flying shoulder, and knocking down James Storm quickly with a spinning heel kick. Harris runs at Shelton, but get’s low bridged and falls out of the ring!!! Benjamin sets up Storm now for a kick, but The Cowboy catches the leg … but Benjamin nails the Dragon Whip to Storm!!! The fans are on their feet, as Benjamin is rolling. Chris Harris though, tries to deflate Shelton, coming in from behind, but Benjamin leaps in the air, with Harris running under, coming back off the ropes, right into the Frost Kick!!! Shelton hooks the leg …

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…2…
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……STORM BREAKS THE COUNT……
!!!!!!!


The interference sends Charlie Haas back into the ring, after seeing enough. The Raw star enters the ring, and tackles down James Storm unloading right hands, whilst Benjamin gets back to his feet, thinking of something. He drags Harris up, and looks to get him in position for the T-Bone, but Harris elbows himself free, sending Benjamin off, into the ropes, and comes back, with Harris getting Benjamin into position for the Catatonic, but as he swings around, Haas comes from behind, nailing a forearm to the back, with Harris letting go. He turns around, and swings at Haas, but Charlie blocks it, and drives his knee into the midsection of Harris, before flap jacking him into the ropes, quickly wheel barrowing the legs of his opponent, as Benjamin sees what his partner wants, and bounces off the ropes, leaping into the air, over Haas, connecting to the back of Harris, delivering TWGTT famed double team move. Benjamin drags Harris away from the ropes, and hooks the leg, as we see Storm roll out of the ring…

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………………2………………

…STORM PULLS BENJAMIN OUT OF THE RING…
!!!!
Benjamin has no time to think, as The Cowboy whips him immediately, straight into the steel steps!!! Storm then is set to follow in, but Charlie Haas FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A PLANCHA … BUT MISSES!!! Storm saw it coming, and moved out of the way. The Cowboy sees a golden opportunity now for AMW to pick up the win with both members of TWGTT incapacitated, and rolls Benjamin back inside. He helps Harris back up, and gives The Wildcat the instructions, before beginning to climb the ropes. Harris lifts Benjamin up, and AMW look to be going for the Death Sentence again. Storm balances on the top rope, and is ready to fly … then, as he does … BENJAMIN PULLS HIMSELF UP WITH AN EXTREME SIT UP!!! Storm leg drops the canvas, and rolls around in agony, as the pressure on Harris now is too much to hold on, and he lets go of Benjamin, with Shelton immediately taking The Wildcat in … T-BONE EXPLODER!!!! Benjamin hooks the leg…
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!!!!!!!!!

Winners: The Worlds Greatest Tag Team @ 11:11


Benjamin is ecstatic with the victory, and immediately rolls to the outside, to check on his partner, and the two men hug emotionally, with yet another WM victory for them under their belts, and their second over AMW. In the ring, Storm checks on Harris, as AMW suffer their second consecutive WM defeat to TWGTT.


Jim Ross:
These four men came into Vegas tonight, looking to emulate a classic tag team encounter from last years Wrestle Mania, and by Gawd, they sure as hell lived up to their end of the bargain!!!


The Coach:
What a way to kick us off tonight J.R. A Raw victory under our belts already, what a match!!!


Jim Ross:
And with another big win on the big stage, you’ve gotta wonder is there any team that can quite manage to claim to be better than those two gifted young men, Shelton Benjamin, and Charlie Haas??


The Coach:
Definitely not. Raw is the premiere brand for tag teams, that’s just been proven.


Back in the ring, the four men are all stood, having a few words for each other, possibly on the bad sportsmanship at times, but eventually, after a heated discussion, they shake hands, to a generous ovation, with all four men standing side by side, with Wrestle Mania up and running.



Backstage, we see Goldust looking into a mirror, preening himself, looking daft in a full suit, and his gold face. We see a black man brush past, and walk on, with Goldust immediately thinking it’s Booker T, not taking a second glance, and shouts to him.


Goldust:
Hey!! Hey Booker!!


The man apparently walks on, and Goldust turns away, a little disgusted that his friend with ignore him, before preening again.


Suddenly, we see Booker T enter the picture, looking bemused.


Booker T:
The hell you doing Dawg??


Goldust turns to Booker T, with an inquisitive look on his face.


Goldust:
I could ask you the same thing Booker. A mom- hold on here. You just walked past me in the other direction!?


Booker looks confused.


Booker T:
No man. I’ been chillin wit Ron Simmons dawg. Just came from the AFA office. Even gave me this Wrestle Mania cigar!!! Dig dat.


Booker brings out a cigar, with the WM logo imprinted on it.


Goldust:
Well … then who- what- C’mon.


Goldust drags Booker by the arm, escorting him down the hallway like a mother with a misbehaving child. Booker tries to smile it off in front of other standers by (jobbers not worth mentioning), before Goldust stops at the door the black man came from, and knocks hard. Booker pulls himself off from Goldust, and pats down his sleeve, having been creased.


Booker T:
The hell is wron’ with you!!! Y’know how much this suit cost me man??


Goldust silences Booker, before knocking the door again, which then immediately opens … and we see MR T!!!! The fans pop, as Mr. T steps out into the hallway, and stands face to face with Booker T. The two men look each other in the face, staring the other up and down, before both smile, and do one of those silly, lame up down across and back again handshakes.


Booker T:
Yo!!


Mr. T:
Yo!!


Goldust stands in amazement, as Booker T and Mr. T stand face to face.


Goldust:
Isn’t this cosy?? Ewwwww… (Rubs himself) Show me some skin partners!!!


Goldust holds his hand up, but gets no response.


Goldust:
That- that’s rude. But I can dig that.


Bookers eyes widen, and he looks directly at Goldust, before Mr. T lightly punches Bookers chest to get his attention, then tilts his head indicting he means Goldust when he speaks…


Mr. T:
Tell me, he didn’t just say that.


Booker looks a little shocked that Mr. T stole his catchphrase.


Booker T:
Oh, he said it … sucka.


Mr. T’s eyes widen, with Booker calling him ‘sucka’


Mr. T:
Sucka??


The two men step forward, with tension brewing a little, as Goldust backs away, expecting trouble.


Then, both men laugh, and grab hands again, doing a silly little shake. Booker puts his arm around Mr. T and the pair begin to walk down the hallway.


Booker T:
Listen Dawg, we’ll need to meet up later after the show. I think we could have a lot of fun man, you and me, tearin it up dawg.


Mr. T suddenly stops and looks dead serious at Booker.


Mr. T:
Hey. I aint getting on no plane fool.


Booker laughs, and puts his arm back around Mr. T.


Booker T:
Ha, ha. It’s all good dawg, we’ll take a helicopter. Now, can you dig that!!!


Goldust then randomly joins back in, putting his arms around both men, forging himself into the middle.


Goldust:
SUCKAAAAA!!!!


Fade back to ringside…



**Time To Rock And Roll** Trish Stratus tentatively walks out into the arena to a strong face pop for the biggest title defence she has ever faced.


Jim Ross:
This young Toronto native has every right to look nervous, as she is set to face the most dominant force in womens wrestling history.


The Coach:
Trish better be smart J.R, because after tonight, she wont have those looks to get by on.


**Amazon** The Challenger enters the arena, looking like she is chewing a wasp. Trish stands in the ring, crouched down, keeping her eyes on the dominating challenger who takes her time making her way to the ring.


Jim Ross:
Last year, Shaniqua was mid way through her record breaking reign as womens champion, retaining the title in a triple threat match against Jazz and Victoria. Tonight, she is aiming to restart her dominance as the champion on Raw.


The Coach:
We’re about to find out just how resilient Trish Stratus is. On paper this is a mismatch, and it might just end up that way too.


Women’s Championship Match:

Trish Stratus vs. Shaniqua


Shaniqua looks over at Trish, laughing. She starts to look around the ring, and dismisses the champion already. She walks across to the champ, and shoves Trish across the ring by the face, which gets a tremendous amount of heat from the fans, which Shaniqua eats up, cackling at her sheer dominance over any woman on the roster.

Trish takes a few seconds to get up, looking a little shocked by the first move of the match, but Shaniqua gets behind Stratus, and lifts her in the air, hitting a side suplex. She leans back for a cover, 1...2...Kick Out. The Amazon doesn’t let the kick out faze her, and she picks Trish up and whips her against the ropes. Trish rebounds off the ropes, and looks to hit a clothesline, but the challenger ducks, and Trish bounces off the opposite ropes with Shaniqua meeting her on the way back, hitting a back body drop, with Trish thudding on the mat.
Despite this, Trish is up rather quickly, showing her tenacity, but Shaniqua remains in control, and hits a clothesline. Shaniqua follows up, and attempts to drain more life from Stratus, and applies a chin lock. Trish puts her hand on the mat and spins around to escape out of the submission and applies a side headlock of her own to Shaniqua. Shaniqua though isn’t going to let the hold set in, and fights it immediately, pushing her frame up off the mat with ease, and elbowing Trish away, before hitting a knee to the gut. Shaniqua now wants to end it quickly, and sets up for THE POWERBOMB … BUT TRISH QUICKLY COUNTERS … and she hooks his arm around the challengers back and hits a side Russian leg sweep as a counter to the deadly finisher of The Amazon. Trish covers, with a hook of the leg,

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…2…
………SHOULDER UP………
!!!
Shaniqua kicks out with relative ease. But, the challenger is taken by surprise, as Trish bounds right off the ropes, taking the bigger woman down with a Lou Thesz press, and unloads with right hands to a big pop!!! Stratus gets up, and points to the fans, getting another pop, before continuing her comeback, and forces Shaniqua into the corner. She hits some of her seductive chops, to another rowdy cheer, and this sudden burst has Shaniqua a little flustered. Trish goes for a whip into the opposite corner, but Shaniqua counters, with her brute force and whips Trish, chest first into the corner instead. Shaniqua then waits for Stratus to stagger out and The Amazon hits another hard whip into the corner, with the champion hitting sternum first. Shaniqua follows up, taking no chances with the inspired champion, and clotheslines her down to the canvas, and gets a cover, 1...2...Kick Out!!!
Frustrated, Shaniqua picks the Canadian up by the hair, and backs her into the corner. She grabs Trish by the face, and tells her that she doesn’t know what she has let herself in for. Shaniqua drives her shoulder into the much smaller opponents mid section, and then shows off her freakish power, bieling Stratus across the ring, with a sickening thud. Trish nearly bounces up from the impact, holding her back, moaning in agony.
She retreats to the corner, but Shaniqua shows no signs of letting up until she gets her title back, and sticks her huge boot across the throat of Stratus, choking the life from the champion, releasing at the count of four. The Amazon drags the champion out of the corner with ease, and takes a look around, before powerfully jolting Trish into her path, delivering a thunderous short arm clothesline. She contemplates a cover, but then shakes her head, having a better idea. The Amazon pulls Trish up again, and trash talks again for a second, before hoisting her up, and she goes for a Powerslam, but Trish, in an act of desperation, rolls through and gets a roll up out of nowhere,
…1...
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…2...
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……KICK OUT WITH AUTHORITY……
!!!
Despite the easy kick out, Trish is still hell bent on capitalizing on this opportunity, seemingly with a second wind now, and ducks a clothesline, then takes Shaniqua by surprise with the whirlybird head scissors!! She gets a cover, 1...2...Kick Out!! Trish quickly continues the offence with a number of punches, then attempts a suplex, but Shaniqua is far too strong, and blocks it. She then breaks free with a strong right hand and sets up Stratus for a Choke slam … but Trish manages to block that too, and survives another close shave, taking the challenger down with a DDT!!!!! She covers, 1...2...Kick Out!! Trish is back up quickly, and signals for the Stratusfaction, but as she turns around, SHANIQUA IS ALREADY UP.
Trish is shocked. She takes a second to let the sight sink in, before coming at the challenger, but Shaniqua overpowers Trish, and puts her back down with a clothesline, ending the short lived comeback from Trish. Shaniqua makes a snapping signal, suggesting she’s going to snap Stratus in half. Quickly, the challenger drags a weary Stratus back up, scooping her into the air, and into position for a Press Slam. Shaniqua shows off her incredible strength, walking around the ring with the champion in the air. She goes for it, but Trish fights it, and wriggles out, with Shaniqua having taken too long. Trish then bounces off the ropes, but is met on her way back with a huge boot to the face from The Amazon.
Shaniqua decides to walks around the ring, and soak up the heat from the fans, who get behind Trish, willing the champion on to make a comeback. Shaniqua laughs off the fans, and picks up her opponent again, and goes for the Military Press again, but once again it’s countered, and Trish this time slides out, and goes for the Chick Kick, but Shaniqua catches the foot, spinning Trish around, and goes for a power slam, but Trish drops down, and cradles the challenger … 1...2... Kick Out from Shaniqua!!! Once more, Trish is determined to make the most of any opportunity she gets, and sucks it up, before she runs at Shaniqua, but the challenger meets her, quickly scooping her up, and scores with a sidewalk slam. She covers …

…1…
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……2……

…………SHOULDER UP…………
!!!
Shaniqua pounds the mat, annoyed now that Trish has yet to stay down. The challenger drives her knee into the face of the beautiful champion, trying to disfigure Stratus. Shaniqua powers the champions shoulders down, looking to hold the shoulders down, 1...2...Trish struggles up. The challenger gets to her feet, and brings Trish with her, whipping the champion off the ropes, knocking her down with a reverse elbow. It now looks to be a matter of time now, with Trish absolutely dominated. Shaniqua stamps her opponents head, three times, then emphatically motions with her hands that it’s over. Shaniqua pulls the champion up to her feet, and hooks her up, taking Trish up in the air, for a Jackhammer … BUT TRISH COUNTERS … STRATUSFACTION!!!! The bulldog is extremely messy, and a the big counter only gets a lukewarm pop, with it not coming off as well as it should’ve. Trish gets an arm over Shaniqua, looking to retain the belt…

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……2……
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………KICK OUT………
!!!!!
The MGM gasps in shock, thinking that would end the contest. Trish covers her face, shocked that she hasn’t won. The champion uses the ropes to get back up, having been drained physically through this punishing match. Shaniqua meanwhile, is also getting back up, despite having just soaked up one of Trish’ biggest moves. The champion brings it to the challenger now, with big right forearms to the jaw, and grabs the head for a second Stratusfaction, but Shaniqua COUNTERS AS TRISH PROPELS OFF THE ROPES, SWITCHING HER AROUND … POWERBOMB!!! Shaniqua has a lateral press, having just squashed Trish with an emphatic power bomb …

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………FOOT ON THE ROPE………
!!!
Vegas comes alive!!! Shaniqua takes a long, long look at the official, who indicates the foot on the rope, before taking a look at Trish. Shaniquas face screws up, and mouths ‘That’s it’. The challenger gets back to her feet, and breathes deeply, before walking to the corner, hoisting herself up to the middle turnbuckle, which is unchartered territory for The Amazon. She thinks about if for a second, then hoists herself up further, going to the top rope. Shaniqua takes a moment to balance herself, looking incredibly unsteady, and then tries to position herself, but Trish, still on the mat, KICKS THE ROPES … AND SHANIQUA LOSES HER BALANCE!!! The challenger gets stuck now, luckily not having a set of balls to feel any real damage, but looks to be in pain anyway from the impact. Meanwhile, Trish looks to have an adrenaline rush, almost jumping to her feet, charging across the ring … and handstands … NAILING SHANIQUA WITH THE STRATUSPHERE!!!!
The crowd comes alive, as Trish slowly gets back up, once again showing the toll taken on her, despite the sudden rush moments ago. Shaniqua gets up too, rather quickly it has to be said … AND WALKS RIGHT INTO THE CHICK KICK!!! Shaniqua goes down immediately, with a knock out kick scoring, and Trish tightly hooks the leg …

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Winner: AND STILL Womens Champion, TRISH STRATUS @ 07:27


Jim Ross:
SHE DID IT!!!! TRISH STRATUS DID IT!!! The Amazon has been defeated once again by Trish Stratus!!! Good God almighty, what an incredible performance from Trish Stratus here tonight, where her dream has became a reality!!! Trish Stratus has retained the title, and inflicted Shaniqua with only her second ever defeat!!!


The Coach:
Credit where it’s due baby boy. Trish Stratus dug down deep, and pulled out an amazing performance to retain her womens title. I wrote her off, as many others did, but at Wrestle Mania, it just goes to prove that ANYTHING can happen!!!


Trish goes to each turnbuckle, posing with the belt, whilst Shaniqua storms off, up the ramp, not even looking back at the jubilant womens champion, who continues to celebrate her most unlikely win ever.



Backstage, Marc Lloyd is stood alone.


Marc Lloyd:
Ladies and Gentlemen, in the build up towards this ground breaking night here in Las Vegas, the WWE has put together some exceptional preview videos, which have been running over the past ten months. And in the past week, you, the fans have been able to vote online for your favourite. The voting has now closed, and I can reveal that with a mere 11.11% of the vote, D-Generation X and ‘Dreams Become Reality’ came in dead last.


Pop from the fans


Marc Lloyd:
And, in fourth place, with just 15.36%, ‘Wrestle Mania Poker’ didn’t make the top three either. Now, coming in third place, with 22.78% … it’s this …


***NOTE*** Originally, the part of Chavo Guerrero was to be played by Eddie Guerrero.


The video opens, in a busy, buzzing Casino, with a number of people on the fruit machines, roulette tables, poker tables, craps and more, before we cut to the Blackjack Table.


First, we see Carlito sat down, sweating profusely, with very little chips … next we see Rob Van Dam looking extremely angry, with very little chips too … then, we see JBL, wiping sweat from his brow, with no chips. He panics, and pulls his Rolex watch off, throwing it onto the table to bet with. Finally, the camera moves to Chavo Guerrero, who sits back, relaxing, with a HUGE stack of chips.


The dealer, Linda McMahon, deals out cards to each man again. Carlito shouts out for another card, which he is dealt. Carlito looks at it, and screws up his face.


He gets up, and grabs his apple, taking a bite, and spits it on the table.


Carlito:
I’m bust … again. Das not cool.


Carlito gives up, having no chips left, and leaves the table. RVD nods for another card, which he gets. He nods again, getting another card. Van Dam holds his hand up, signalling his sticks.


Now, we go back to JBL, who is dripping with sweat, and asks for another card, which he gets, and asks to stick.


Both men, and Linda now turn their attention to Chavo.


Linda McMahon:
You want another card??


Chavo looks up, with a little impish grin, before speaking.


Chavo Guerrero:
Nope, I got twenty one.


RVD kicks the table, whilst JBL bangs his head off it, losing everything he has.


Linda McMahon:
You must be a natural. That’s seventeen games in a row you’ve got a twenty one from the first two cards.


Chavo Guerrero:
Yeah, my family have studied this game for years.


RVD pushes the rest of his chips to the middle of the table for the next hand, whilst JBL throws a set of keys into the middle of the table.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
That’s my house keys. It’s all I’ve got left.


Linda raises her eyebrow, and deals out the cards again. RVD is first to respond, and he signals for another card … and another … then gets to his feet, picks up his glass, and throws it across the Casino.


The camera follows the glass … which sails across the casino, and smashes onto the stage, where Chris Jericho, and Fozzy are set to perform.


Chris Jericho:
HEY!!! We haven’t even started our performance yet!!! Judge us when we finish ass clown!!!


Back to the blackjack table, we see Bill Alfonso arrive on the scene, and tries to calm RVD, leading him away from the table, with Van Dam out of chips.


JBL again wipes his face, with his hair all out of place, fretting over losing everything.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Hit me.


Linda deals JBL another card. JBL grins, and lets out a loud laugh.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Ha ha. Try and beat that. TWENTY!!!


JBL lets out a sigh of relief, as Chavo smiles, and turns his cards over.


Chavo Guerrero:
Well, well, well. Look at that. Twenty One!!!


JBL’s face drops in shock. He slowly rises up from the table, and we see he isn’t wearing any trousers, and has no shoes. He walks away from the table, in a state of shock.


Chavo grabs a handful of chips, and throws them up in the air, celebrating all his winnings. He then straightens his jacket, and gets up from the table, grabbing a pair of shoes, trousers, the watch, and keys, (all JBLs) before walking towards the position where he can get his chips changed into money. He points to the table he was at, and asks for the cash. The man behind the desk then speaks.


Casino Clerk:
And your name please??


Chavo Guerrero:
My name?? Ummm… John … err … Smith.


Casino Clerk:
John Smith?? Your name is John Smith??


Chavo Guerrero:
That’s me, regular old John Smith.


A bunch of Raw and Smackdown stars then pass by (Booker T, Goldust, Hardcore Holly, Paul London, William Regal, Lance Storm, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin) with each one passing by saying ‘Hey Chavo’


Guerrero stands still, frozen from fear as the clerk starts to look suspicious. Chavo tries to cover it up with a laugh, and backs up a little, with a small device falling down his trouser and onto the floor. A security guard notices, and quickly picks it up, recognizing the object right away.


Security Guard:
This guy has been counting cards. He’s been cheating!!!


The camera instantly switches across the casino, with JBL looking up.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Cheating!!??


Camera cuts to Carlito, who spits his apple in defiance.


Camera cuts to RVD, who looks ready to blast out an expletive, before we cut back to Chavo.


Chavo Guerrero:
Uh oh.


JBL, RVD, Carlito, and a bunch of extras start to run across the casino, to chase Chavo. Chavo sees them coming, and he quickly pokes the security guard in the eye, before throwing JBLs shoes in their direction to try and slow them down.


He runs towards the front exit, and sees security blocking the door. His eyes widen, before he looks around, then we see a light bulb flash above his head, and he quickly clutches his chest, pretending to faint. JBL, RVD and Carlito all close in on him, but the security fall for his act, and stops JBL etc from getting at him, telling them to give him space.


Chavo sits up, and waves at the three men, before jumping up, and running out the exit, pointing at JBL’s limo driver to look behind him, which he does, allowing Chavo to yank the key out of his hand, and jump into the limo.


Chavo quickly starts the vehicle, and speeds off, stealing Bradshaws limo, and getting away from the furious cheated other players.


The Wrestle Mania 22 logo flashes across the screen again, with the caption “Where Dreams Become Reality” flashing across the screen before we get the very last scene…


Chavo starts singing the old Los Guerreros theme song, as he drives off, singing and whistling, but what he doesn’t see, is that the fuel level is dangerously low, as the camera fades away, ending the video.


***


Backstage, Josh Matthews is standing by with JBL and The Cabinet.


Josh Matthews:
JBL, in just a few moments time, you’ll be putting your United States Championship on the line again-


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Let me interrupt.


JBL takes the mic lightly from Josh, and shows his toothy grin into the camera, before turning back to Matthews.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
I can save you time Josh, because I have the answers to all the questions you were set to ask. I’ve been answering the same questions for the last month son. No, I’m not worried about defending MY championship at Wrestle Mania. No, I’m not affected by the critics predictions that Matt Hardy has my number. No, I’m not taking the challenge of Matt Hardy lightly, because he poses NO challenge to me.


Heat.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
I have no answer for why my hair stays in place in the ring, but I can tell you that tonight JBL, WILL beat Matt Hardy. I guaranteed victory three nights ago, and as God as my witness, I guarantee you once more that JBL leaves Las Vegas, richer than he entered, better looking than he entered, and STILL United States Champion.


Heat again, whilst The Cabinet nod in the background.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
You boo me, because you want to be me. You boo me, because you know I’m always right. It’s basic math. From the top of this card to the bottom, I, JBL have beaten the biggest names on show. Matt, I’ve beaten The Rock, and you’ve beaten Funaki.

I’ve crushed Kurt Angle, an Olympic Gold Medal winner. You’ve beaten Maven, who won a contract from a cereal box. Chris Benoit, The Number One Contender, has fallen at my feet … whilst you’ve beaten Scotty Too Hotty, the number one joke.


JBL slings the belt back over onto his shoulder, as Noble pats him on the back.


John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
The facts are simple. I … am a wrestling GAWWWD. And Matt Hardy?? He is merely a wrestling pauper. Tonight, I will prove that to the world. And once this night is over, Matt, you can join the rest of the interweb, and send out a blog on your space, telling all your little M’F’ers about the night you took a lesson from the very best. And I promise you … no, I guarantee you … tonight, the only thing you’ll leave Las Vegas with, is one more little Matt Fact for your entrance. That Matt, will read … at Wrestle Mania you fell at the feet … of a Wrestling … GAWWWD!!!


Fade back to ringside…


**Live for the Moment** Matt Hardy walks out onto the stage, getting an amazing reaction for the fans, appreciative of Version One.


Michael Cole:
Over the last number of weeks, ever since Matt Hardy became the Number One Contender for the United States Title, JBL has tried - and failed - time and time again to break Hardys spirit. Will tonight be a ground breaking night in the career of Matt Hardy, or will JBL once again remain champion.


Tazz:
Matt Hardy has slipped under the radar throughout this year, but he can be a viable threat on any night to any superstar on Smackdown. Tonight, he has the opportunity to fulfil his potential.


**Longhorn** The ever recognisable white stretch limo of JBL drives out into the arena (exactly like at WM this year, with the ramp way lifting up). The driver steps out of the limo, and quickly walks to the door, opening it up for The Cabinet to exit, with JBL the last to exit the vehicle, getting a less than pleasant reaction.


Michael Cole:
He has had the ultimate year in his career over the past twelve months. He has beaten literally everyone on Smackdown as the U.S Champion, and every time it’s been against the odds. Tonight, many have Layfield penned as the favourite for the first time in his title reign, but it appears JBL is becoming less confident with the odds now in his favour.


Tazz:
But he guaranteed to leave Wrestle Mania as champion Cole. When JBL guarantees victory, you can be rest assured he will be victorious.


United States Championship;

John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield vs. Matt Hardy


The Cabinet circle the ring, as JBL slowly tries to enter the ring, with Hardy looking around, trying to keep an eye on all of the Cabinet members. The referee looks around too, trying to make sure that the Bashams and Noble cant interfere, and eventually motions to them that they are banned from ringside. The three men argue, having done nothing to warrant being barred. JBL though, tries to take advantage of the distraction, and attacks Hardy from behind, clubbing him with stiff forearms to the back, bringing the challenger to his knees. Now, Noble, Danny and Doug begin to leave ringside, having allowed JBL to strike first in the contest.

JBL clubs the neck, with Hardy down on his knees, before kicking the challenger directly in the face, putting him down. Layfield drops down, and begins to choke his challenger, but breaks at the referees count of four. JBL looks up, and talks to the referee about something, whilst sticking his knee into the throat of Hardy, hoping the referee wont see it, but after a few seconds, the official spots the illegal choke, and gives JBL another count, with Bradshaw letting go at the count of four again.
Layfield watches, as Hardy gets to his feet, pulling himself up in the corner, with JBL following in, not given Hardy a chance to settle. The bigger champion lets fly with a big right hand, and another slugger, before grabbing his opponents arm, and whips Matt across the ring, with Hardy hitting the opposite corner, and Layfield follows in, going for a big clothesline into the corner, but V1 darts out of the way, and JBL hit’s the corner!!! Hardy flies off into the ropes, picking up some speed, before running back, and catches JBL, knocking him down with a big clothesline. Hardy gets right back up, and wills JBL to get up too, which he does, but Hardy nails him right away, with a barrage of big right hands, rocking JBL into the ropes. Hardy whips Layfield off the ropes, and waits for Layfield to return, but as he does, JBL flies , taking Matt by surprise, and knocks the challenger down with a flying shoulder block!!! JBL scurries and makes a cover, 1...2...Hardy kicks out quickly.
JBL looks a little miffed as he reaches his feet, and pushes Hardy back into the corner, throwing another strong right, before whipping Hardy off the ropes, and looks for a clothesline, but Matt ducks under, comes off the opposite side, and catches JBL, hitting the champion with a cross body, but JBL rolls over, and covers Matt, 1...2...Kick Out again. Both men are up quickly, and meet centre ring, trading blows, and despite JBL being the bigger man, Hardy appears to be the more determined, and dominates the brawl, beating Layfield into the ropes, with his stiff rights, only for JBL to cut them out finally, driving his knee into the challengers gut. Layfield walks away, looking to get a breather, but Hardy is tenacious as ever, and is right back at JBL, beating at his back, pounding the champion into the corner, and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, and follows in, with a shoulder thrust to the gut of JBL, which has Layfield stagger out of the corner. Hardy keeps on the offence, and follows up, grabbing JBL, and executing a Russian Leg Sweep. Matt makes his first cover of the match, 1...2...Kick Out.
Bradshaw saves his championship, kicking out, but Hardy is right back on him, applying a side headlock to the champion. Version One applies plenty of pressure, with Layfield trying to push himself up to release the pressure, but Matt keeps it clamped on, although not for long, with Bradshaw slipping out, and slides out of the ring. JBL waves the match off, and grabs his championship belt, attempting to walk out!!!! The referee begins to count, with Hardy looking confused, and decides to chase JBL up the ramp to prevent a count out win, which wouldn’t result in a title change. Hardy runs up the ramp, and catches JBL with a clothesline behind the back, knocking the champion for six, as the count now reaches five.
Hardy quickly grabs JBL by the head, and runs him down the ramp, eventually whipping him onto the side of the apron, back first. V1 rolls JBL back inside the ring, stopping the count at eight. Hardy follows in, and closes in on JBL, but Layfield lures Hardy into the corner, then yanks him by the belt, and pulls him into the corner, hitting the turnbuckle chin first. JBL gets himself out of dangers way, and walks out of the corner, before looking to charge back in at Matt, only for Hardy to get an elbow up, sending JBL reeling.
Matt now hoists himself up onto the middle rope, and waits for JBL to turn back around, before flying through the air knocking JBL back down with a flying clothesline. Hardy looks to go for a cover again, 1...2...JBL gets a shoulder up again!!! Hardy appears to be absolutely rolling now, with JBL in all sorts of trouble, and V1 looks to be thinking of going for it all now, setting Layfield up for the Twist of Fate, but as he hooks JBL up, the champion pushes himself away, and once again scarpers out of the ring, again waving the match off, walking up the ramp, content to save the title by count out.
A bewildered Matt Hardy stands in amazement in the ring, furious that JBL will keep the title here, as the count goes further, 5 … 6 … 7 … 8 … 9 … 10.

Winner: Via COUNT OUT - Matt Hardy @ 04:24


We see JBL standing at the top of the ramp, having retrieved the title he dropped earlier, waiting for the official call, as the referee talks to Tony Chimmel, with Chimmel beginning to speak…


Tony Chimmel:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has informed me, that he is demanding this match is restarted, with NO COUNT OUTS!!!


JBL’s eyes pop open, furious that he needs to come back and restart the match, and as he walks down the ramp, he argues yelling at the referee, but is taken by surprise, as Matt Hardy nails a baseball slide knocking JBL back down, with Hardy following to the outside, with the match officially back under way.


Hardy goes to whip JBL into the steel steps, but the champion is able to reverse the whip, and sends Hardy into the steps instead, turning the tide back in his own favour. Layfield rolls Hardy back into the ring, and again goes for a cover, 1...2...Kick Out from Hardy. JBL appears to be extremely frustrated now, and stomps on the head of his challenger, with obvious frustration. JBL bends down, and drags Hardy back up, before nailing a swinging neck breaker, looking to hit anything to try and keep Matt down, hooking the leg, 1...2...Shoulder up once again.

Bradshaw holds Matt down, and rubs his forearm into the face, trying to get another pin, 1...Kick out one this time. Hardy pushes JBL away, and turns over onto his front, whilst Layfield gets to his feet, and quickly drops an elbow to the back, turning Hardy over again, hooking the leg, 1...Kick Out at one. JBL, with both hands slams the mat, venting his anger at his inability to keep Hardy down for any threatening covers. Layfield drags Matt up, and whips Hardy off the ropes, but Matt Hardy manages to duck under a clothesline, before rebounding back off the ropes, only to run straight into a big boot from the reigning champion!!!! Bradshaw hooks the leg tightly…

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…2…
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………………KICK OUT………………
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Layfield waves it off again, and rolls back out of the ring, picking up the championship belt, taking a long lasting look, before rolling back inside the ring, sizing up Hardy for it, but the referee sees what JBL is looking to do, and tries to wrestle the belt away from him, but JBL fights for it too, and is too strong for the referee, and takes the belt, but Hardy is back up by this point, and as JBL turns around to him, Hardy charges, and takes JBL down, and pounds the champion into oblivion. Hardy gets back up, and rips his shirt off, looking to turn it up a notch now, getting a pop, and a girly cheer for ripping his shirt off, before lining JBL up for the Twist of Fate again, but as he drags JBL in, Layfield drops to his knees, and executes a blatant low blow, right in front of the referee, who has no choice but to make the call.

Winner: Via DQ - Matt Hardy @ 02:12


JBL rolls back out of the ring, grabbing the belt with him, and manages to hold on to his title once more, by hook or crook, as Tony Chimmel makes the announcement.


Tony Chimmel:
Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification … Matt Hardy!!!


Small pop, knowing the belt hasn’t changed hands.


Tony Chimmel:
However, the referee has informed me that this match will RESTART, and this time, in the event of a disqualification, the championship WILL change hands.


JBL turns around, absolutely gob smacked by the announcement, and yells at no one in particular, before jogging back to the ring, seeing Hardy still down, struggling from the low blow, and the match restarts again.


JBL grabs Hardy by the hair, and drags him up, getting the challenger into position for the Fall Away slam and turns to each side of the ring, mocking the fans, before delivering the Fall Away, throwing Hardy across the ring. He follows up with another hook of the leg, 1...2...Kick Out once more. JBL stays on top now, knowing he has to beat Hardy in order to retain the title, and stomps at the head, before picking Matt back up again, and rams him into the corner, driving his shoulder into Hardys abdomen, and drags him out now, delivering a solid vertical suplex, floating over into a cover again, 1...2...Hardy kicks out one more time!!!

Layfield is on his knees, ready to snap, but cant, knowing he needs to stay calm in order to retain the belt. He gets himself back up, and drags Hardy with him, before placing the challenger under him, putting Matt into position for a power bomb. JBL motions that this is it, and grabs hardy to hoist him up … but Hardy counters, and back body drops the champion!!!! The fans come alive, as Matt reaches his feet, as does JBL, who uses the ropes to get back up, and Hardy charges in as JBL gets to the corner, and Hardy scores with a clothesline, and grabs JBL, executing a bulldog out of the corner!!!! The fans pop, as Matt rolls the champion over, hooking the leg … 1...2...Shoulder up!!!! Hardy now, once again, looks to be feeling it, and wills JBL on to get up, which he eventually does, and Hardy hooks him up, and quickly delivers the Side Effect to the champion!!!! Matt gets another cover…

………………1………………
…………………
…2…
……………………………
……………SHOULDER UP……………
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matt looks shocked that JBL kicked out, but wastes no time to complain, and instead gets back up to his feet, and stalks the reeling champion as JBL tries to find his feet. Layfield reaches up, grabbing the ropes to get himself up, but walks directly into the path of Hardy, who delivers a basic front slam, before moving towards the corner, and looks to hoist himself up, reaching the middle rope, and lets out his big ‘WHOAAAA’ Hardyz taunt, before flying through the air, connecting with a picture perfect leg drop!!!!! Matt has it won here, and hooks the leg …

……………1……………
………
………2………

…THE REFEREE IS PULLED OUT…
!!!!!!!
Hardy looks around wondering where the three count was, as we see Jamie Noble on the outside, having just saved the title, pulling the referee out of the ring stopping the count!!!! Matt gets back up, and looks set to get out of the ring to take on the Chief of Staff, but just before he can, THE BASHAM BROTHERS JUMP HIM FROM BEHIND!!!
Danny and Doug beat Matt down, as Noble keeps the referee busy on the outside, keeping his attention diverted. Hardy tries to fight the Secretaries of Defence off, but the numbers are too much for him it seems. On the outside, the referee is trying to turn away from Noble, and as an act of desperation, Jamie grabs the ref, and whips him into the steel steps!!!! Noble runs of the risk of getting JBL disqualified, and gets into the ring, making it now four on one!!!
Inside, Danny and Doug get Hardy up into position for a double suplex … but Matt drops down behind both men, and delivers a scintillating DOUBLE NECKBREAKER!!!! Hardy takes care of the Bashams, BUT JBL IS BACK UP … AND LOOKS FOR THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL … BUT HARDY DUCKS … AND JBL NAILS NOBLE!!!! Layfields Cabinet have been eliminated, and the US Champion turns around … right into Hardy, with a kick in the gut … TWIST OF FATE!!!! Hardy hooks the leg, as a second official sprints to the ring…

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…3…
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner: AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION - MATT HARDY @ 03:31

Total Match Time: 10:07


Michael Cole:
After 38 weeks, 266 days to be exact, John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield has finally been disposed as United States Champion!!! He defeated the late, great, Hall of Famer, Eddie Guerrero on July 3rd to collect the title, and held back the challenge of former world champions in the form of Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle and The Rock, before finally falling in spectacular fashion tonight, to Matt Hardy!!!


Tazz:
JBL tried to run, JBL tried to hide, JBL tried every cheap trick in the book to keep the title, but it wasn’t to be Cole. At some point in life your luck runs out, and for Bradshaw tonight, his luck came to an end, and we have a new champion.


Michael Cole:
Matt Hardy has had JBL’s number for weeks, he didn’t fold to mind games, he didn’t crumble in the ring, and tonight, he absolutely hit top form, in an amazing performance, fending off The Cabinet too, before beating JBL.


Tazz:
Awesome Cole. Truly awesome. If Matt Hardy can continue with this momentum, it’s hard to see just who could stop V1.


Hardy celebrates with the title in the ring, whilst JBL is helped up the ramp by The Basham Brothers inconsolable after losing the belt he had became accustomed to having, whilst Jamie Noble is left laying behind, still out from the clothesline in the ring.



Backstage, we see someone pacing up and down a small hallway, seemingly tense. The camera moves up from the legs, and towards the torso, with the person now being clear, as we reach the face, and see it is Triple H.

Heat is given in the background, as The Game paces back and forth, deep in thought, looking extremely pissed off, ominously with a sledgehammer slung over his shoulder.


Quickly, the picture cuts away, to the locker room, and we see Randy Orton sat, deep in thought, focused fully on his championship match tonight. We even see Danny Doring and Roadkill approach Orton, but The Legend Killer doesn’t even acknowledge them, not taking in anything around him, before we cut away, back to ringside and see Lillian Garcia stood in the ring.


The fans pop, as Lillian begins to speak…


Lillian Garcia:
Ladies and Gentlemen, to sing, ‘King of Kings’, please welcommmme, MOTORHEAD!!!!!


Small reaction given, as Motorhead begin to play ‘King of Kings’


**King of Kings** Motorhead play the new theme tune of Triple H live into the arena, with Triple H rising from below the stage, on his throne (just like at Wrestle Mania 22) He sits for a moment or two, before rising from the chair, and spitting a huge gust of water. From here, Triple H takes forever to reach the ring, going through his usual pre-match routine.


Michael Cole:
Overlooked, under appreciated, cast aside. Just three ways to describe how Triple H feels on his treatment in the run up to Wrestle Mania. He wanted a main attraction, he wanted the headlines, but instead, he feels like he is being given the scraps.


Tazz:
He has been more angry than I’ve ever seen him recently Cole. He is going to make this an awful long night for Shane McMahon, I promise you that.


**Here Comes The Money** Shane McMahon runs out onto the stage, dancing and jiving to a good reaction. Tonight, he sports a white Shane O Mac shirt, with the writing on the back reading “King of Kings - Game Over”. He takes a look down the ramp, with Triple H chomping at the bit to beat on Shane, as McMahon now slowly, and smartly takes his time getting to the ring.


Michael Cole:
Shane cannot be accused of lacking intestinal fortitude, but perhaps there are question marks over his intelligence, because he is looking far too confident as he walks down the aisle, to enter The Games lions den.


Tazz:
I’m not overstating things here Cole, this could be the very last time you see Shane McMahon enter a WWE ring.


No Disqualifications:

Triple H vs. Shane McMahon


After cagily entering the ring, Shane decides to go for it all right away, and charges at The Game, taking HHH by surprise, beating at Triple H with clubbing blows to the back and neck, trying to connect with a shot wherever he can manage. Triple H though recovers from the brief onslaught quickly, and swats Shane away with a shove, but McMahon appears relentless, and comes charging back at Triple H, but his tenacity proves his downfall, as The Game meets him with a powerful right hand, knocking the McMahon straight to the mat.

Triple H attempts to take a second to get his thoughts together, but Shane is far too dogged, and refuses to stay down, immediately coming back at HHH, going for shots to the kidney, but as he tries to lay on the heavy lefts and rights, The Game blocks, and sends Shane back down again. McMahon remains determined to give HHH hassle, and is right back up, but knocked right back down. Again though, Shane refuses to stay down, getting back up, albeit a little slower now, feeling the effects of the knockdowns, but suffers the same fate, only this time, Trips is waiting for him to get up.
The Game now picks up a bit of steam, and runs off the ropes, seeing Shane getting up, and meets McMahon with a running high knee, knocking him right back down. Triple H drops down, and begins to choke Shane - legally - with no disqualifications. Shane swings his legs around wildly, trying to get out of the choke, with Triple H eventually releasing. Shane rolls over, and chokes a little, coughing, as The Game reaches his feet, looking ready to make an example out of McMahon tonight.
He watches as Shane pulls himself up on the ropes, already looking out of his depth, and HHH slowly follows, helping Shane up the rest of the way, before relentlessly whipping Shane across the ring at terrific speed, chest first into the turnbuckle. Shane literally bounces back out of the corner, clutching his chest, and Triple H shows no remorse, grabbing the arm again, and whips Shane just as powerfully as before to the opposite corner, with the same result, only this time, it appears the ring almost shifts from the force.
Shane staggers out of the corner, and into the path for the unforgiving King of Kings, who immediately piles on more pain for McMahon, delivering a perfect Arn Anderson style Spine buster!!! Triple H goes for the first cover of the match … but doesn’t even wait for a one, instead, getting back up, telling the referee it doesn’t end that easily. The Game gets back to his feet, and looks around the MGM, and gets a fairly mixed response, with some fans showing signs of support for him. He watches as Shane looks to get back up, struggling, even at this early stage, and as Shane reaches his feet, The Game charges and sends McMahon over the top rope, to the outside with a stunning clothesline.
McMahon sprawls over the mats, as Triple H reaches over the top rope to have a look, before getting out of the ring himself, looking to continue the beat down. He stands over Shane, and kicks him away as he tries to pull himself up, before following, as Shane crawls around the ringside area. The Game doesn’t even smile at the pathetic ness of Shane, being so pissed off at his lack of role at Wrestle Mania. HHH kicks the ribs, and stamps the head, before reaching down, to pick up Shane, who tries to fight The Game away, but his attempts are barely enough to faze HHH, who drags Shane up, and fires him into the announce tables area, sending Shane flying across all three of them, nearly flying into Michael Cole, before falling at the time keepers table, taking the timekeeper, and Howard Finkle down with him, as the others get out of the way in time.
Shane lies in the rubble, as Triple H takes his time to walk towards the time keepers area. He pushes a few cameramen out of the way, as they try to get a close up of Shane, and The Game reaches down to pick up Shane, but suddenly, we see Shane hit HHH with something, and Triple H staggers out of the way, holding his face, as Shane drags himself back up, holding the ring bell, which the commentators come to the conclusion that is what he used. The Game isn’t busted open, but stands at the barrier trying to get himself together, but Shane sees his first real opening, and charges towards HHH, leaping into the air, and takes Triple H over the barrier into the crowd, with a variation of a cross body, being more of a full body attack.
The two men lie on the cold floor, but Shane quickly jumps back onto HHH, and begins to pound away with everything he has, keeping The Game down on the floor. He gets up, but immediately, Triple H throws his leg up, and catches Shane with a premeditated low blow. Shane crumbles to the floor, and Triple H gets himself back up. He closes in on Shane again, but again, Shane plays possum, and again takes HHH by surprise, throwing a fans drink into his face, which sends HHH staggering away, with liquid in his eyes. He tries to rub his eyes desperately, and Shane gets back up, and charges from behind, taking Triple H down with a reverse type spear, into a crowd of chairs, where fans have been moved from s the brawl has begun. Shane again unloads with rights and lefts, but HHH pushes him away, and tries to escape from Shane to get some rest bite, after Shanes attack.
Triple H tries to get away, and starts heading for higher ground, but McMahon is still in pursuit, and follows up the steps, throwing a clubbing shot to The Games back, which has HHH stumble a little as he walks further. HHH reaches the top of a row of steps, and turns around, meeting Shane with a right hand, which McMahon doesn’t even get a chance to block. Triple H suckers Shane back in again, and slugs him with another shot, forcing Shane to fall down, and without a second though, HHH kicks his opponent mercilessly in the mid section, and sends Shane tumbling down the hard steps, down to the next cut off point, and follows down quickly. Then, as he makes it to Shane, Triple H again kicks him, and sends Shane tumbling down the next set of steps, which eventually bring McMahon back to ground level.
As before, Triple H follows in pursuit, and even steals a fans chair as he paces down the steps. The Game swings back to nail Shane across the back with the weapon, but THE FAN PULLS THE CHAIR BACK!!!! Triple H turns around, and immediately, we see the fans has taken the chair back - as Michael Cole spots the fan recognizing him as Steve-O from Jackass!! The idiot yells something at Triple H - but gets planted with a big right hand from The Game sending him crashing. Triple H shakes his head, and bends down to get the chair back, but suddenly, SHANE SMASHES ANOTHER CHAIR OVER THE GAMES BACK!!!!! McMahon somehow musters enough energy to mount a comeback, and sends Triple H writhing along the cold floor.
McMahon drags Triple H down the final few steps, and throws him back over the barrier, back to ringside, where they last left off. Shane throws a few weak shots, before rolling Triple H back into the ring, where very little of the match has taken place in so far. Shane follows in, and whips Triple H off the ropes, dropping his head down for the return … but The Game comes back, and has Shane in perfect position for the face buster, which he delivers perfectly, sending Shane reeling away. Triple H watches, as Shane staggers back around, into his path, allowing HHH to nail the neck breaker. Triple H watches, as Shane rolls around the mat, and gives out his first smile of the night. He takes a look around the MGM, then steps through the ropes, and leaves the ring, looking under the apron, as the anticipation builds, with the fans knowing what to expect next, and an ironic cheer rumbles through the arena for the heel, as he shows the entire world his little friend - the sledgehammer.
The Game re-enters the ring, and sizes up Shane for the sledgehammer shot, with McMahon having to use the ropes to make it to his feet. Shane turns around off the ropes, and sees Triple H across the ring from him, hammer in hand. The Game is cocky enough to give Shane time to see what is about to happen, before charging across the ring, but HHH underestimates Shane, and McMahon SCORES WITH A DROPKICK!!! Triple H goes down, and drops the hammer, from the (albeit weak and unimpressive) dropkick. Shane drags himself back to his feet, looking worn out. Triple H doesn’t take long to get back to his feet, though, and reaches for the hammer he dropped seconds ago. The Game picks it up, but right away, Shane kicks the arm, and the sledgehammer flies to the outside. Shane tries to throw a punch now, but Triple H blocks it, kicks Shane in the gut, and drops McMahon with a DDT.
Triple H contemplates going for a cover, but judges himself to have not done enough harm yet to Shane, and instead rolls back to the outside of the ring. This time though, Triple H doesn’t go for the sledgehammer, but instead reaches under the ring once more, and pulls out a trash can, sending it into the ring, before climbing back inside. Shane at this point is on his knees, with Triple H walking right up to him, and delivers a straight right hand to the temple, knocking Shane back down. The Game now reaches down, and picks up the lid of the trash can, and waits for Shane to get to his knees again, before smashing the object across the face of McMahon, causing a sick thud.
Shane lies on the mat, looked dazed, as the official pleads with Triple H to end it now, but Triple H throws his head back, taking a look at the referee, not giving a proper answer with his mouth, but giving a definite answer with his look alone, and the referee backs off. Triple H bends down, and drags Shane back up a little by the hair, making sure Shane looks him dead in the eye, before spouting off about something, and begins to deliver a succession of sick but simple and effective right hands to the temple, eventually stopping, with Shane slumping back down.
McMahon now has a slight cut above his right eye after the gruesome shots, as Triple H walks around the ring, shaking his hand about, with Tazz and Cole commenting that he may have broken his own hand with those shots. Triple H rolls back out of the ring now, and pushes past the ring announcers and the timekeeper, literally dragging Chimmel from his chair by the shirt collar, before taking the chair, and pushing back through the crowd, getting back into the ring, folding the chair out.
The Game walks around the ring for a few seconds, before unfolding the chair again, and setting it up in the middle of the ring. Triple H drags Shane back up from the mat now, by the shirt, and shouts more abuse at Shane-O, before whipping McMahon off the ropes, and nails a flapjack, with Shanes face colliding with the folded chair!!! The impact forces the cut to open up further from Shanes eye, as Triple H now takes the dented chair, and folds it up again, smashing it once, twice, thrice off his opponents back, with Shane yelling out in anguish each time, yelping like a helpless dog.
Showing more frustration, The Game bashes the chair off the mat six times for no particular reason, then chucks the object out of the ring, with the chair extremely bent out of shape now after the abuse it has dished out. Shane meanwhile, crawls around the ring, blood dropping from his open wound, with Triple H stalking the helpless opponent. Eventually, Triple H snaps again, and scores with a stiff kick to the rib cage, and Shane rolls around from the impact, rolling to the outside of the ring.
For a few seconds, Triple H leans on the ropes, and watches his opponent squirm around the mats, before deciding to continue the punishment. The Game steps out of the ring, and stands over Shane, who uses HHH to get himself back to a vertical base, climbing up on the knee pads and pants, before looking up at his unforgiving opponent, who grabs Shane by the face, and asks Shane if it was a good decision not to give him what he wanted. Shane doesn’t respond, and Triple H drags him up, by the face, towards the announce tables, before smashing Shanes face off the board four times in quick succession, following up after the fourth with another straight right hand, sending Shane down for the umpteenth time.
Now, The Game looks to have bad intentions on his mind, and he moves towards the Raw announce table, throwing the board away, before clearing the mics and monitors totally stripping the table now. We see JR plead with The Game to reconsider, but HHH points at Ross, telling him to stay out, and shut up, before turning back around, grabbing Shane by the back of the shirt, but as he turns Shane over - SHANE STRIKES WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER!!! Shane nails HHH with the hammer, directly to the gut, taking The Game by surprise, after hiding the weapon away. HHH backs off, sucking in air, after being winded by the Sledgehammer shot. Shane now pushes himself up, and levels Triple H again WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER TO THE FACE!!!!!
The impact of the shot sends The Game onto the announce table, and rolls back over it, right onto Coach and JR, as the fans come alive with the tide finally turning in the match!!! The cameraman quickly shuffles around to get a shot of The Game - and we eventually see that Triple H HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN FROM THE SLEDGEHAMMER!!! Triple H sits up a little, but is out of it now, giving Shane a perfect opportunity to take charge. McMahon crawls over the table, and grabs HHH by the hair, and with every ounce of energy he has, Shane drags Triple H back, laying him onto the table.
Shane now picks up one of the monitors, and sees Triple H trying to roll back off the table, but manages to stop him, smashing the monitor off the skull of the bloody Game. HHH now lies motionless on the announce table as the fans begin to really come alive, now knowing what to expect from Shane McMahon. Shane nods to the cheering fans, and pulls himself up, unto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckles, reaching the top. ‘Shane O Mac’ chants break out around the MGM Grand, with Shane nodding along - before soaring through the air - AND CONNECTS WITH THE FLYING ELBOW THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!
Pandemonium breaks out around the MGM Grand, as a surge of cheers break out at first from the death defying leap, before the inevitable ‘HOLY SHIT’ chants follow through from the rabid audience. The camera now focuses in on the rubble left by Shane around the Raw announce table after the stunning elbow, and we see Shane McMahon lying atop of The Game, neither looking in any shape to continue at this moment. Cole and Tazz are both in hysterics about the risk taking Shane, as the referee checks on both men, and we finally see signs of life at this point from Shane, who begins to stir, and crawls slowly from the mess.
The referee leans in and checks on Triple H, who has yet to move a muscle following the elbow, but Shane, who is now back to his feet, doesn’t allow the referee to make any judgement calls, and pushes him away, before looking down at Triple H. Shane, still swaying, looking absolutely drained, bends down, nearly falling as he does, and grabs Triple H by the arm, and makes an attempt to drag his opponent back into the ring. Shane makes one big push, and falls over from the effort he puts behind it. He does get back up immediately though, and goes right back to Triple H, determined to get HHH back into the ring. He drags his opponents carcass to the ring apron, before taking a few deep, deep breaths, and hoists Triple H by the torso, getting The Game onto the apron, and from there, Shane uses his remaining strength to roll The Game inside. McMahon follows in, and drapes his arms across the chest of Triple H, for incredibly, the first pin attempt of the match…

…………1…………
……………
…2…
…………………………………
……LEFT SHOULDER GOES UP……
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Shane, almost lifeless himself, just about looks up at the referee, seeing just two fingers in his face, looks ready to cry. He rolls off The Game, and drags himself back up using the ropes, before taking a second to gather his thoughts. Shane looks across the ring, and spots the trash can, and begins to nod. Shane now appears to have a plan, and drags Triple H towards the can in the corner, eventually getting The Game across. He takes a few seconds to get his breath back, before setting HHH up against the bottom rope, and places the trash can against his face and chest area, before taking one last deep breath, and begins to climb the ropes once more. The fans come to their feet again, once more knowing what to expect from Shane in this situation. Shane reaches the top, and looks across the ring at the lifeless Triple H, before SOARING THROUGH THE AIR AGAIN … COAST TO COAST … AND CONNECTS!!!!
MGM goes berserk, as Shane smashes the can into Triple H, which is now surely enough to end the match!!! More ‘HOLY SHIT’ chants ring around the MGM as Shane crawls back towards Triple H once again, and grabs The Games leg, dragging his lifeless opponent away from the ropes, and towards the centre of the ring, draping an arm back over Triple H, who appears to be there for the taking now

……………1……………
…………………
…2…

……………SHOULDER SOMEHOW GOES UP……………
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The MGM Grand is in total shock!!! Triple H has survived!!! Shane rolls off his bloody opponent, burying his head into his arms on the mat, as Triple H rolls to his side, and somehow, begins to crawl out of the ring, seemingly not wanting anymore of Shane!!! Triple H drops to the mat, and now begins to crawl towards the ramp, as Shane notices what is going on. He gets himself back onto his feet, wipes the trickle of blood from his face, and now follows to the outside as Triple H staggers up to his feet on the ramp, tripping up on his way towards the entrance. Shane bears down on The Game though, after his miraculous comeback in this match, and Triple H attempts to dodge Shane by going towards the side of the entrance, but Shane continues to follow in pursuit, now becoming the aggressor in the match.
The Game sees Shane on his tail, and now begins to CLIMB away from Shane, beginning to scale up the super structure in an attempt to get away from McMahon. Shane watches as Triple H climbs the structure, and doesn’t hesitate in FOLLOWING The Game!!! The fans cheer a little, as both men climb the massive steel structure, with Shane nipping at The Games heels the entire way until Triple H reaches the summit - at least FIFTY FEET IN THE AIR!!! Triple H pushes himself up onto the stage at the top of the structure, and Shane continues to climb, reaching the summit too, and as he prepares to push himself onto the staging - HE FALLS!!!!!
The MGM Grand hushes for a split second as Shane falls through the air, eventually landing onto part of the staging structure at the side of the entrance way (just one of those set up boxes usually used for a Shane suicide fall). The fans stay silent for another second, until a split roar, which descends into ANOTHER ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant from the fans in attendance. Cole and Tazz are in a frenzy, Cole yelling for paramedics immediately, whilst Tazz questions how he fell. We then get to see a replay of the incident, at a different angle, and we see Shanes fall resulted from Triple H - nailing him with a sledgehammer to the head!!!
The camera immediately cuts to Triple H, on top of the structure, where he is stood tall, holding the hammer up high, getting some heat, but most fans are still in shock over the death fall from Shane. EMTs rush to Shane, and immediately try and diagnose what the problem is. The referee appears to call the match off, with Shane unable to continue, but Triple H looks incensed. He watches, as the medics place a neck brace around Shane, and begin to load him onto the stretcher. The Game now shakes his head, and demands they stop, before deciding to take matters into his own hands, and begins to climb back down the fifty foot structure.
The Medics begin to get Shane out of harms way, and wheel him towards the entrance ramp, with Triple H now beginning to climb down quicker, wanting to stop the proceedings. He drops down, and instantly makes a beeline for the stretcher, which is noticed, and the medics try to rush Shane out of the arena, but Triple H is hell bent on catching them. He shoves the referee away first, before closing in on the medics. He pushes a cameraman out of his way, before closing in, and grabs on EMT, pushing him into a steel mesh, as the stretcher disappears from view.
Quickly though, we get a camera shot backstage, where EMTS are rushing Shane through, but Triple H catches up with them, grabbing two by the jacket, and shoving them away, leaving just one. Triple H grabs the stretcher, which stops the EMT from rolling it, not having the strength to stop Triple H. He is set to plead with HHH, but Triple H doesn’t give him a chance to say anything, and blasts the medic with the Sledgehammer. Now, The Game looks down at a lifeless Shane McMahon, and tells him “You asked for this”. The Game begins to roll the stretcher back to the entrance, and carelessly just lets go of the stretcher, and lets it wheel freely to the ring, eventually crashing into the side of the ring, with the stretcher toppling onto one side, with Shane still strapped on.
The Game walks down the ramp, still soaked in his own blood, swaggering to the ring. He unstraps Shane from the stretcher, and gets McMahon back into the ring. The Game slides back inside himself, and pulls Shane back up, hooking him into position. He looks around the arena, moving to each side, before finally DELIVERING THE PEDIGREE!!! Triple H orders the referee to count the fall as he stands at the ramp, still recovering from the shot he took moments ago courtesy of HHH. The referee gets to the ring, and begrudgingly, counts the fall, knowing Shane should be on his way to a hospital now…

……1……

…………2…………

………3………
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner: Triple H @ 18:53


Mercifully, the match is over. Triple H gets up from the mat, looking down and the immobile Shane McMahon without even a hint of remorse. The referee signals for immediate medical attention for Shane, but Triple H drags the referee up, and orders him to raise his hand, which begrudgingly, the referee does, before quickly going back to attend to McMahon.
Medics rush into the ring, as Triple H slowly backs out, keeping an eye on what goes on, showing a sick, demented smile across his face. The Game finally leaves the ring, and walks backward up the ramp, still smiling, as Shane is placed onto a stretcher for the second time tonight, before we fade away.



Wrestle Mania weekend Video Package plays, with clips from superstars visiting hospitals, touring the city, press conference, fan axxess, and other gatherings, but not the HoF ceremony, which will have it’s own special package, later in the show.


We then return backstage to the arena, and Steve Romero is stood outside Brock Lesnars locker room.


Steve Romero:
Ladies and Gentlemen, as you can see, I am just outside the locker room of the WWE Champion Brock Lesnar, and I will be attempting to get some words from Brock, just a-


The locker room door opens, and Paul Heyman sneaks out, closing the door behind him.


Steve Romero:
Mr. Heyman, is there any possibility that I could get a few comments from Brock Le-


Paul Heyman:
I’m afraid I cant allow you, or anyone else talk to my client right now. Not because I’m mean, or nasty. Actually, it’s for your own safety that you stay as far away from Brock Lesnar as possible.


Heyman puts his arm over Romeros shoulder, and talks to him.


Paul Heyman:
You see my client, the WWE Champion, and the Iron Man of the WWE, is now in complete focus. He is zoomed in and locked on defeating, destroying, ANNIHILATING Chris Benoit. And I wouldn’t advise anyone to disrupt his preparations. That’s why I am now leaving his presence … for MY own safety.


Romero stutters a little before speaking.


Steve Romero:
Bu- But, without your presence at ringside, due to Ricky Steamboat barring all ringside presence, will that effect Lesnars game plan??


Heyman chuckles at the question, and shakes his head.


Paul Heyman:
No. Nothing, and I mean absolutely NOTHING will prevent Brock Lesnar from successfully retaining the WWE Championship tonight. No act of God, no force of nature. Chris Benoit better pray for miracles tonight Steve, not in hopes of winning … but to merely survive.


Heyman pats Romero on the back, and walks off, leaving Romero stood in the hallway.


We go back to ringside, with Michael Cole and Tazz looking into the camera with that ‘serious’ look, and Tazz even has his glasses off.


Michael Cole:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re just moments after seeing one of the most disgusting acts I’ve ever seen in a wrestling match. Shane McMahon fell at least, AT LEAST fifty feet from high in the air. He could be paralysed, he could be comatose, he may never walk again for all we know after a fall like that. And that sick, twisted Cerebral Assassin, Triple H, CONTINUED the damn match.


Tazz:
No one can condone that type of assault. Nothing can be said in defence of The Game as far as I’m concerned. He’s put a black mark on what should be a momentous occasion. He’s ruined Wrestle Mania with a sickening act here tonight.


Michael Cole:
I’ve seen Triple H pull off some sickening acts in the past Tazz, I’ve seen him plot his way into many situations at the expense of others, but this went way too far. The Cerebral Assassin has done what he set out to do here tonight, and that’s grab the headlines.


The Coach:
(Far too upbeat given the circumstances)
But hey, the shows gotta go on folks. Shane is outta here, but this is Wrestle Mania guys. LIVEN UP!!!


Jim Ross:
Are you out of your mind Coach?? Shane McMahon will never be the same again. And you’re not at all affected??


The Coach:
Should I be?? I’m out here calling my first Wrestle Mania, and you guys are talking like we oughta pack up and go home. Well, you three can go wherever you want, and I’ll call this thing on my own!!!


Tazz:
Why don’t you shut the hell up Coachman!! Have you got any remorse??


The Coach:
Who said that??


Tazz stands up.


Tazz:
I said that you moron.


The Coach:
Is that you Tazz?? I’m sorry man, I cant see you. Try standing up.


Tazz:
How about I trying choking you out instead??


Coach laughs, and Tazz takes his headphones off, but JR butts in, and Cole cools Tazz down.


Jim Ross:
That’s enough guys. Calm down.


Tazz sits back down, as JR speaks again.


Jim Ross:
The show does have to go on, as painful as it is for me to say that after what I just witnessed. But the show does go on, and coming up next, it’s Raw vs. Smackdown, and The Undertaker defends his illustrious record at Wrestle Mania, against the first ever Undisputed Champion, Chris Jericho.


Michael Cole:
Will Chris Jericho finally end the Deadmans streak?? He claims to have nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Here is how we got to Las Vegas for this match up…


Chris Jericho - Undertaker Video Package;

- Clips of Chris Jericho talking 7 weeks ago on Smackdown, a week after he lost to Brock Lesnar for the WWE Title. We hear him say he wanted to go into WM and defend a title, but now, he has only one choice.

- Following Monday on Raw, Jericho attacks Taker from behind, stating his intent of who he wants to face at Wrestle Mania.
- Sound bites of Jericho explaining why he wants to face Taker, with clips of Takers unbeaten streak.
- Taker accepts, and plays mind games with Jericho.
- Y2J overcomes the mind games, and gets the better of Taker in a fight on Raw, leaving Taker laying.
- Sound bites of Jerichos promos in recent weeks, where he has been uber confident, with clips of Jericho in action, and more clips of taker through the years, before the VP ends, as Jericho utters the final line “How do you beat someone, who has nothing to lose??”




We cut to the parking lot, where Shane McMahons ambulance speeds off, and Triple H watches on, still bloody himself. A medic approaches him…


Medic:
Sir, would you come with us please. That’s a nasty laceration you have, and we’ll need to stitch th-


Triple H:
The hell I am. I don’t know whether you’ve been watching Smackdown or not recently, but I promised to destroy this show tonight, if I didn’t get a worthy opponent. I didn’t get what I wanted, and now, The McMahons will pay the price. Get the hell outta my way. This Game is just about the get-


Another voice butts in.


Voice:
Is about to end.


HHH turns around, and we see Ricky Steamboat, flanked by two security guards.


Ricky Steamboat:
I think you’ve done enough tonight. And as my final action as the interim General Manager of Smackdown, I’m removing you from the building.


Triple H laughs


Triple H:
You and what army??


Suddenly, from behind, Triple H is gripped by security, (four), whilst the other two with Steamboat, help to restrain him. The Game is handcuffed, and dragged off towards a van, but tries to struggle free.


Ricky Steamboat:
See ya around.


The Game yells as he is dragged off, into the vehicle, ending his evening.


Back into the arena…


**5...4...3...2...1...BOOM** Chris Jericho enters the MGM to a split reaction from the fans. Jericho doesn’t help get the fans on his side, refusing to slap hands with some reaching out to touch Y2J.


Michael Cole:
Mentally, I honestly don’t think Chris Jericho is all there right now. He is convinced that tonight, he will be the man to end the 13 year streak of The Undertaker at Wrestle Mania. But as he has previously said … how do you beat a man who has nothing to lose??


Tazz:
Excellent point. Despite the size advantage, despite the streak, despite any intangible, I honestly believe, if any man was to beat The Undertaker, Chris Jericho might just be the one to do it. He is convinced, and he is hell bent. Jericho will do anything to make history tonight.


**Graveyard Symphony** Black smoke fills the arena for a full minute, possibly longer, before eventually clearing, with druids now forming around the ring, holding up flames. Jericho paces around the ring, wondering what’s going on, as finally, the ramp way lifts up again, and the shadowy figure of The Undertaker steps out slowly, walking through smoke, and around the ring, with the druids beginning to follow The Deadman around the ring too, as he passes each one.


Jim Ross:
There is a chill in the air, as we witness the eerie entrance of The Undertaker, who defends his undefeated streak at Wrestle Mania tonight. What must be running through the mid of Y2J as we speak.


The Coach:
What the hell have I got myself into would be my guess J.R … that’s if Jericho hadn’t lost his mind. The guy is fearless right now J.R.


Inter Promotional Match:

Chris Jericho
vs. The Undertaker


The Deadman slowly steps into the ring, and slowly takes his hat off, covering his face for a second, before pulling it away, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head … BUT JERICHO THROWS DUST INTO THE EYES OF THE UNDERTAKER!!!! Jericho jump starts the match, and Taker staggers around, blinded by the dust, and walks directly into Jericho, and a STANDING ENZIGURI!!!! An excited Jericho scrambles for a cover, to end the undefeated streak in record time…

………1………
……………………………
…2…
…………………
……TAKER KICKS OUT……
!!!!!
Jericho almost made history!!! The Highlight of the Night quickly gets back up, but doesn’t seem to know what to do with Taker, and just begins to randomly stomp The Deadman. Taker tries to get to his feet, but Jericho stops him with stiff kicks to the ribs, eventually with Jericho kicking Taker out of the ring, to the floor on the outside. Jericho glares at the referee, and shouts at him “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!!???” The referee begins to count Taker out now, after being scared into it. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … Taker is back on his feet, but still out of sorts, and still blinded from the dust … 5 … The Deadman manages to get back up on the apron, but as he does, Jericho leaps to the ropes, and connects with the springboard dropkick, knocking Taker back onto the floor below, and immediately Jericho glares at the referee again, wanting him to count Taker out once more.
The official begins the count again, with Jericho watching on, with Taker getting back up already, 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … Taker is now up, but rubs his eyes to clear his vision … 5 … He now moves towards the ring in order to get back in … BUT JERICHO JUMPS TO THE TOP ROPE, AND FLIES OFF, COMING AT TAKER WITH A CROSS BODY … BUT TAKER CATCHES HIM!!! The Undertaker runs with Y2J, and rams Jericho directly into the steel post, back first. Jericho slumps down, and eventually is knocked down with a big soup bone from Taker. The Phenom takes a little walk, finally clearing his vision, before turning back around, and knocks Jericho down again with another big right hand.
Undertaker pulls Jericho back up, and sets Y2J onto the apron, before climbing up himself, and paces across, dropping the leg across the throat of Jericho right on the apron. The Deadman rolls Jericho back inside the ring, and makes the cover, 1...2...shoulder up. No one is surprised by the kick out from Jericho at this early stage. Taker reaches back up to his feet, and backs a groggy Jericho into the corner, before releasing his anger, delivering a barrage of rights and lefts to the body and face of Jericho. He grabs the arm of Y2J, and whips Jericho across the ring into the ropes, but Jericho is smart enough to duck under as he bounces back, with Taker attempting a clothesline. Jericho ducks under, and runs off the opposite ropes, but as he comes back, Taker nails him with a devastating big boot to the face!!!! Taker drops down, and hooks the leg, 1...2...Kick out from Y2J once more. The Deadman doesn’t lose any focus, and brings Jericho back up with him, but as he leans back to deliver another soup bone, Jericho acts first, and rakes his opponents eyes!!! Taker staggers again, and turns back around, into a clothesline from Jericho. Y2J immediately picks up the pace again, and races to the corner, scaling up top, waiting for Taker to reach his feet, and as he does, Jericho flies off, knocking The Phenom back down again, this time with a reverse elbow!!! Jericho hooks both legs, looking to score the upset, 1...2...Taker powers out!!!
Jericho puts the kick out to the back of his mind, and quickly gets up again, waiting for Taker to get up, and as soon as he does, Jericho slides under him, grabbing the tights, rolling him up into a school boy, with a handful of tights, 1...2...Taker pushes out again!!! Y2J doesn’t stop though, and again is quickly up, watching Taker get to his feet, and as soon as he does, Jericho is in on him again, this time surprising him with an inside cradle, 1...2...Taker escapes out of the cradle!!! Jericho once again, doesn’t let the kick out get to him, and he charges the unaware Deadman back into the corner, and delivers a stiff chop to the chest, which Taker actually sells. Jericho then drags Taker out of the corner, not letting him settle for a second, and whips him off the ropes, but Taker reverses, and sends Jericho into the ropes, but as Y2J bounces back, he ducks a clothesline, and slides out, all the way out of the ring.
Taker looks around, and sees Jericho on the outside, immediately deciding to chase after him, sliding out of the ring. Jericho sprints away, and Taker chases all around the ring, before Y2J slides back inside, with Taker in hot pursuit, but as he slides in, Jericho stomps, not allowing Taker back up. Taker tries to fight his way back up, and does a good job, eventually getting back up, but a hard chop from Jericho allows The Ayatollah to stay in charge. He whips Taker off the ropes, and meets the unsuspecting opponent with a classic spinning heel kick, knocking The Deadman back down onto the canvas, catching him square in the face. Jericho again, hooks BOTH legs, looking to score the victory, 1...2...Taker kicks out.
The Highlight of the Night once again, isn’t affected by the kick out, and quickly gets back up, looking to continue on the offence. He hoists himself to the middle rope, and eventually goes to the top, waiting for Taker to get back up, which he does, but not for long, as Jericho flies again, knocking The Phenom down with a missile dropkick, and hooks the leg again, 1...Taker kicks out at just one this time, with the repeated covers not doing Jericho any favours. He drags Taker to his feet, but Taker begins to fight back again, rocking Y2J with a hard right hand, and another, with Jericho feeling the full force of The Phenoms deadly soup bones, with the fourth knocking Jericho flat on his ass. Y2J though, as resilient as ever, is up quickly, but walks directly into the path of Taker, who scoops Jericho up, and charges with him across the ring, dropping him with snake eyes into the top turnbuckle. Taker sprints into the ropes, and runs back off, looking to nail a big boot onto a weary Jericho, but Y2J has the boot scouted, and ducks under, with Taker catching his leg on the top rope, crotching himself in the process!!! Jericho sees an opening, and runs in from behind, rolling Taker up again, looking to once again secure a surprise win, 1...2...TAKER SCRAMBLES A SHOUDLER UP!!!!
Chris Jericho watches on, as Taker crawls towards the ropes, with Jericho seeing yet another opportunity, and he runs into the ropes, charging back out, and looks to drive his knee into the back of Taker who is at the ropes, but TAKER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!! Jericho now catches himself in a bad spot in the ropes, and he staggers out, as Taker reaches his feet, with Y2J walking directly into the path of his opponent, and Taker grabs Jericho by the throat … CHOKESLAM … NO!!!! Jericho shifts his weight, and drops behind Taker, getting a victory roll, looking to catch Taker by surprise yet again … 1...2...TAKER FREES HIMSELF ONCE AGAIN!!!
Both men are up quickly, but Jericho scores with a stiff kick to the abdominal region of The Deadman, and pushes him through the middle rope, forcing Taker to the floor again. This time, Jericho doesn’t wait for a count, and follows his opponent out instead. Y2J bounces Takers head off the barricade, and sends the undefeated opponent into the apron, back first, before dropping him with a running reverse elbow. Jericho now walks around the ring, and eventually drops down, reaching under, and grabs something, which it appears he stashed earlier, knowing where to go to find it. He pulls out a little brown bag, and unfastens it, taking out … HANDCUFFS???
The fans react with confusion, as do Michael Cole and Tazz (doing commentary during the match), as to why Jericho would want handcuffs. The referee tries to tell Jericho he cant use them as a weapon, and Jericho reacts with fury, as his plan appears to have been scuppered. He carries the cuffs around with him though, eventually stopping to put them back in the back - or so it would seem - before chucking the bag up the ramp. However, from another angle, we see Jericho stashing the cuffs into the side of his tights!!! He walks towards Taker, kicking the Deadman in the face again, before rolling in and out of the ring to break the count at seven. He drops back down, and begins to choke Taker, before scrambling around, blocking the referees view … AND HANDCUFFS THE DEADMAN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RING POST!!!
Jericho laughs, and waves at Taker, before rolling back inside, as the referee, who somehow doesn’t see the cuffs, being a moron, and continues to count Taker out. 4 … 5 … Taker frantically tries to pull himself free of the cuffs, with his unbeaten record at Wrestle Mania now on the brink of being broken … 6 … 7 … Taker continues to struggle, as Jericho now cockily hoists himself onto the top rope, and lies across, getting heat from the fans … 8 … TAKER YANKS THE CUFFS OFF!!!!! … 9 … Taker quickly scrambles back into the ring, just about saving his record at Wrestle Mania. Jericho looks flabbergasted, and falls off from his perch on the top rope!!! Taker stalks Jericho around the ring, before eventually unloading on Y2J, delivering a barrage of lefts and rights again, before whipping Jericho into the ropes, knocking him down with a running clothesline.
Y2J struggles on the mat, and attempts to pull himself up, but Taker now stays on top of him, and applies the Dragon Sleeper!!! Jericho throws his hands around like crazy, trying to keep himself alive, and in a moment of brilliance to break the sleeper, Jericho pushes himself onto the ropes, and manages to flip himself over, forcing the break from Taker, but Jericho now holds on to Taker, almost reversing the sleeper, but instead, Jericho delivers the reverse DDT!!!! The MGM goes nuts for the reversal, despite Jericho being a heel, and Y2J follows up with the cover, but puts his feet on the ropes for leverage, in a desperate attempt to beat The Undertaker, 1...2...TAKER KICKS OUT ONCE AGAIN!!!! And again, Jerichos attempts to win have been thwarted.
Now, Y2J appears to be frustrated, and Jericho slams his hands onto the mat four times, getting his anger out. Taker gets back up, and into the corner, but Jericho follows, and releases a stiff chop, which Taker sells again. Jericho now relentlessly fires out with chops, lighting up Takers chest, with Taker still surprisingly selling the chops. Jericho now whips Taker off the ropes, but as he waits for Taker to come back, The Deadman leaps into the air, and takes down the Ayatollah with a flying clothesline. Undertaker is back up quickly, and waits for Jericho to reach his feet, which he does, with Taker grabbing the arm, and applying a hammerlock, before backing towards the corner, with the fans popping, knowing what is coming now, with a fairly strong ‘Ollld Schoool’ call from the thousands in attendance.
Taker pulls himself to the top rope, and walks along the rope, jumping down, knocking Jericho to the canvas once again. Taker stands tall, and looks around, before raising his hand into the air, signalling for the choke slam. Jericho looks totally unaware, and gets to his feet, walking directly into the path of Taker, who grabs him by the throat … CHOKESLAM CONNECTS!!!!! Taker drops to his knees, and has the lateral press on Jericho…

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The Undertaker looks at the referee, with a confused look etched on his face, with two fingers being held into his face. Cole and Tazz discuss the heart Jericho is showing to kick out of a choke slam, as he attempts to end the most illustrious streak in wrestling. The Undertaker pushes himself back up, and waits as a worse for wear Jericho also comes to, and eventually reaches his feet, but walks directly into a big right hand from Taker knocking Jericho back down onto the canvas. Jericho sprawls out, as Taker now looks to be going in for the kill, with Jericho now seemingly out of gas, and out of options. The Deadman looks around, and raises his fist into the air, as he drags Jericho back up, with the Last Ride now seemingly the next intention.
The Phenom pulls Jericho in between his legs, and takes another look around at the rabid audience, before pulling Jericho up, into the air for the Last Ride … BUT TAKER COLLAPSES!!!! Taker falls down, and looks to be out!!! Jericho lands awkwardly too, as the fans look in in a hush silence, wondering what has happened. Jericho though, makes the most of the opportunity, and crawls towards The Deadman, and we see a replay of the incident from another angle … WITH JERICHO NAILING TAKER WITH BRASS KNUCKS!!!! As the answer is revealed for Takers demise, Jericho eventually drops an arm over the torso for a career altering victory …

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Undertaker saves the match, and the unbeaten streak!!! Jericho gets onto his knees, and looks at the referee, helplessly, wondering what he has to do in order to keep The Deadman down. He hooks the leg now, hoping a tight cover will do it this time …

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……KICK OUT……
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He wont stay down!!!! Jericho yells out in frustration, and now hooks both legs, as tightly as he can, hoping that can do it, 1...2...Kick Out!!! Jericho rolls off, and starts rolling around the ring, slamming his feet like a child, having a temper tantrum at his inability to beat The Undertaker. Jericho gets back up, and pulls the knucks back out his tights, right in front of the referee, with the referee immediately getting in his way, but Jericho takes the knucks, and throws them to the other side of the ring, with the referee chasing after them. Jericho now quickly goes to the corner, and pulls the padding from the top turnbuckle, using the knucks as a way to distract the official. Jericho pulls the padding away, and throws rights at Taker as The Phenom struggles back to his feet. Taker throws a few aimless shots to defend himself, but doesn’t connect with Jericho, and Y2J drags Taker out from the ropes, kicking him in the midsection, before quickly getting Taker into position, and delivers the BREAKDOWN!!!! Jericho now surely has done enough. He drops down, almost in euphoria, thinking it’ll be over this time…

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A HUGE ‘NOOOOOOOOO’ bellows from Jericho, who cant keep Taker down for the vital three count, despite throwing literally everything at him, except the kitchen sink. Jericho gets back to his feet, and sees Taker trying to struggle back to his feet, and again, yells out in anger. He paces towards the Deadman, slapping him around the face, yelling “Just lie down. STAY DOWN!!” He slaps Taker again, as Taker continues to pull himself to his feet. Taker needs the help of the ropes to get up, and as he reaches a full vertical base, Jericho is right back in at him, with as big a shot that Jericho can muster. Y2J attempts to whip Taker across the ring, but Taker refuses to go, overpowering Jericho, and punches Jericho away, with a soup bone to the temple. Taker now charges towards Y2J, but Jericho sees him coming, and boots Taker in the stomach, winding The Phenom. Jericho picks up the pace again, and runs into the ropes, coming back off, and scores with bulldog!!! Jericho doesn’t hesitate for a second in getting back up, and leaps to the middle rope, NAILING THE LIONSAULT ONTO TAKER!!!! Is this enough to end the match?? Jericho drops back down onto Taker, hooking the leg …
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Instantly, Jericho puts his hands behind his head, in disbelief. He refuses to take two for an answer, and hooks the leg again, hoping for a three this time, 1...2...TAKER POWERS OUT!!!! Jericho looks ready to snap, but manages to keep his composure for now, talking to himself, calming himself. Jericho gets to his feet, and walks around the ring, still trying to keep his temper under control, thinking of what to do next, after every plan he has had has failed to down The Deadman. Y2J spots Taker reaching his feet, and comes at him again, delivering a right hand, and a knife edge chop, before whipping Taker off the ropes, but Jericho ducks down for the return, and Undertaker bounces back, NAILING THE RUNNING DDT!!! The Undertaker now turns the tables on Jericho, and looks for the cover …

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The match continues!!!! Jericho now looks to be in trouble, with Taker turning it up a notch, stalking Jericho, who wearily reaches his feet. The Deadman pushes Jericho back, into the corner, before grabbing the arm, and whips Chris Jericho across the ring, into the opposite corner - WITH THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!! Jerichos expression tells the story of the pain shooting through his body from the impact, and Taker charges in for a corner splash - BUT JERICHO MOVES!!!! The Deadman splashes into the exposed turnbuckle, and bounces back out, into the path of Jericho, who takes Taker down by the legs, turns him over … WALLS OF JERICHO!!!!
Jericho has The Undertaker caught in the centre of the ring, with nowhere to go in the deadly Walls!!! The Undertaker claws as much as he can, but not much, with Jericho leaning as far back as possible, making life extremely difficult for Taker to move. The Deadman pushes both arms up, and pulls himself across, in excruciating pain, as the fans appear to almost be divided now, with some faint ‘Y2J’ chants, as the undefeated streak looks to be on the brink of being broken, with Taker close to tapping.
Taker claws again, nearing the ropes, and pushes out once more, reaching out for the ropes - BUT DOESN’T REACH!!!! The arena now roars, with the Deadman now on the verge of tapping. Taker digs deep for one last push … and claws … and reaches out … GRABBING THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! The MGM comes alive, with Taker saving the streak again, but Jericho refuses to break the Walls … and pulls Taker back out!!!! The referee gets in the way, and attempts to pull Jericho off, but Y2J wont release. The referee now issues the count, but Jericho doesn’t look interested in breaking, the referee reaches three, four … TAKER POWERS OUT!!!!
Just before the referee could reach five for a DQ, Taker breaks the submission with Jericho flung into the ropes. Both men are slow to get to their feet, but as they do, Taker comes towards Jericho at speed … BUT JERICHO SCORES WITH THE STANDING ENZIGURI AGAIN!!!! Y2J looks set to cover … but changes his mind. Jericho smiles, and points to his feet, slapping his hands twice, as if to say Taker will kick out, and points o the ropes, running, jumping to the middle rope, LIONSAULT … BUT TAKER SITS UP … JERICHO EATS CANVAS!!!!! The MGM is on its feet, as Taker gets up, making the cut throat taunt, eyes rolled back into his head, and watches Jericho stagger into his path now, scooping him up … TOMBSTONE!!!!! Taker crosses Jerichos arms across his chest and pins, with his tongue out, eyes rolled back again…

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Winner: The Undertaker @ 17:09


14-0 for The Undertaker!!!! The referee rolls Jericho out of harms way, out of the ring, giving Taker the ring, to celebrate another victory at Wrestle Mania, going undefeated, despite every trick in the book used by Jericho, resulting in arguably the Deadmans closest shave with defeat yet.


Jim Ross:
It is an enigma, that has failed to be broken for the fourteenth time. From Wrestle Mania Seven, in 1991, to this day in 2006, The Undertaker has taken Wrestle Mania by storm. Undefeated in fourteen Wrestle Mania matches, not urban myth, but a damn reality.


The Coach:
Unreal J.R. He’s built an entire legacy from this unprecedented record. The Undertaker just refuses to lose at this event. But hey, I’m no expert, but that had to be the closest that The Undertaker has come to tasting defeat at Wrestle Mania. Luck just wasn’t on Chris Jerichos side tonight.


Jim Ross:
Chris Jericho came here with one goal, one intention, and that was to inflict defeat on The Undertaker, in anyway possible. And from my recollection, I honestly cannot remember anyone pushing The Deadman that far. Jericho lived on the edge here tonight, risked a loss via disqualification in a desperate attempt to create history, but nothing, and no one was going to beat The Undertaker tonight.


We see Jericho backing up the ramp, holding his head and neck, looking absolutely drained from the wrenching loss, looking back at the triumphant Deadman, yelling back at the ring - “This isn’t over. This isn’t over”


Short Video Package, hyping next months Pay Per View, Backlash, on April 30th, coming from the Key Arena in Seattle, and will be a Raw production.


We then get a look at downtown Las Vegas at the famous strip.


Jim Ross:
Wrestle Mania fever has definitely taken Vegas by storm this weekend, after ten months of waiting, it is finally here. You are looking at the famous Vegas strip, and you’ve spent a few hours down there Coach, am I right??


The Coach:
You’re awful smug for a guy who couldn’t even get a lousy dollar for those John Wayne cufflinks you love to wear at Wrestle Mania.


Jim Ross:
I wouldn’t sell these Coach. They make one appearance per year, and its on Wrestle Mania Sunday. There isn’t enough money on this earth for me to trade these in!!!


The graphic then appears on the screen.



Jim Ross:
But now folks, moving back to the matter at hand, and in just a few moments, we have ourselves a titanic six man tag team match. Three of the biggest names in the history of this industry are involved, the last ECW champion is there, the animalistic future is represented, and the biggest turncoat this side of France. But before that, here’s a treat…


Backstage, we see Gene Okerlund standing by.


Gene Okerlund:
What a night it’s been so far in Las Vegas at the MGM Grand. And now ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce the greatest WWE Champion of all time, The Immortal, HULK HOGAN!!!


Hogan steps onto screen to one of those monster pops, smiling a nodding.


Hulk Hogan:
Well y’know somethin’ mean Gene, it’s been a long time brother. It’s been three years since Hulkamania ran wild at the event I created, but tonight, the waiting ends Mean Gene. Because the largest arms in the world have arrived in Vegas, and all weekend I’ve been meeting all my Hulkamaniacs in Vegas, from all around, to see one thing dude.

And every single Hulkamaniac all across the planet is waiting to see Hulk Hogan get his hands around Ric Flairs skinny little neck, and snap him like a twig brother. Dave Batista, you’re big brother, but you’re talkin to the man who body slammed Andre The Giant in front of Ninety Thousand people. You’re talkin to the greatest single force in wrestling. And Dinsmore, you’re in way over your head dude.
So, we’re left with one question Gene. We’re left to ask just one question. Mick Foley, and Rhyno, they both know the question. Hulk Hogan knows the question, but do Ric Flair, Batista and Dinsmore have the answer??


Gene Okerlund:
And dare I ask Hulk Hogan, what is the question??


Hogan grins a little.


Hulk Hogan:
Ric Flair. Whatcha gonna do?? Batista. Whatcha gonna do?? Nick Dinsmore. Whatcha gonna do?? WHATCHA GONNA DO … WHEN HULK HOGAN, AND ALL THE HULKAMANIACS RUN WILD ON YOUUUUUUUU????


Hogan poses flexing his muscles, as Mean Gene wraps it up.


Gene Okerlund:
History is ready to be made at Wrestle Mania 22!!! Take it away guys!!!


6 Man Tag Video Package:

- Ric Flair appoints himself as referee for a WHC Match between Cena and Batista, with Flair cheating to allow Batista to win. Immediately though, Hulk Hogan spoils the party, and he announces he is Co-GM, restarts the match, and Cena wins.

- Hogan and Flair collide as bickering General Managers with the animosity growing, and Eugene taking a sick beating at the hands of Batista.
- Cut to Mick Foley talking in the ring, saying that Flair and Batista tried to do to Hogan, what they did to him, as clips are shown from both the beating he suffered and the one Hogan almost suffered, mirroring each other, until he made the save for Hogan.
- Foley talks about losing his job, and challenges Flair for one last match to get closure, only this time, he challenges for a six man tag, which Flair eventually accepts.
- Eugene then shocks the world, turning his back of Foley and Hogan, and sides with Flair and Batista.
- Nick Dinsmore is introduced, and he explains why he posed as Eugene for the last year, with clips shown throughout that gimmick, with Eugene being helped by Foley. We see clips from Survivor Series, where Eugene was eliminated quickly, and he explains that was all part of the set up.
- We get Foleys retort to the double cross, before he introduces Rhyno as his and Hogans new partner, and the war continues.
- Clips from Foleys promo last week are shown, eventually ending with Foley saying “And if this story finishes up with the happy ending it deserves, it’ll end this Sunday in Vegas … with Mick Foley standing side by side with Rhyno and Hogan, victorious.”


**Evolution** Motorhead make their second appearance of the evening, and play the more familiar theme tune of Evolution. Ric Flair eventually leads out his team, backed up by ‘The Animal’ Batista and Nick Dinsmore. The fans give Dinsmore the biggest amount of abuse, after nearly a full year of fooling them as Eugene.


Jim Ross:
The most disgusting, black hearted, scum of the earth are on their way to the ring, and by Gawd, I’m praying these three stains on the underwear of life get the ass kicking they richly deserve tonight!!!


The Coach:
You’re hoping for a miracle J.R. This is a tight unit - unbreakable. Not a trio of two ego maniacal legends, and an ECW reject!!!


**Have A Nice Day** Mick Foley walks out to a gigantic pop from the fans, all in appreciation of the Hardcore Legend. Foley raises his arm to the fans, and makes his way to the bottom of the ramp, before awaiting his partners.


Jim Ross:
That man right there, has had a struggle of a year, with his battles against Flair now the stuff of legend, Mick Foley attempts to add one last chapter to the story - a happy ending. After all the knockdowns, losing his job as General Manager, being double crossed by Eugen- I mean, Nick Dinsmore, no one deserves a happy ending more.


The Coach:
Well, at Wrestle Mania dreams can come true, but not for someone like this washed up stunt man.


**Man Beast** Rhyno bursts out into the Wrestle Mania lime light, wasting no time, walking straight down the ramp, stopping by Mick Foley, and the two men stand side by side, awaiting their partner.


Jim Ross:
Just like Foley, Rhyno holds a grudge over Flair, after months of torment, he now has the opportunity to finally seek his redemption, and he gets to do it on the biggest night of the year.


The Coach:
Weak link, J.R. Weak link, mark my words.


**Real American** Hulk Hogan walks into the arena, getting the legendary pop we come to expect for the icon, making his first appearance at the event since 2003. The Hulkster walks down the aisle with a purpose, pointing to Evolution in the ring, whilst throwing his boa into the crowd for a lucky fan to catch.


Jim Ross:
Would you listen to the ovation from the MGM Grand!!! Hulkamania IS RUNNIN WILD!!!


The Coach:
Hulkastalgia J.R!!! Hulk Hogan is about to get a lesson that you cant just get by on reputation around here anymore.


Six Man Tag Match:

Hulk Hogan, Mick Foley & Rhyno vs. Ric Flair, Batista & Nick Dinsmore


The six men stand across the ring from one another, with the referee trying to step in between to get four men out of the ring. The MGM is absolutely buzzing with ‘HOGAN’ chants. The Hulkster nods approvingly, and claps to the fans, getting the ovation to rise even louder. Foley and Rhyno both back out of the ring, leaving Hogan to start the contest, whilst Dinsmore looks set to start for Flairs side. The two men circle the ring, but the fans reaction causes both men to stop, with Vegas now chanting ‘WE WANT FLAIR’. Hogan smirks, and nods, telling Flair to bring it, with the fans desperate to see Hogan and Flair lock horns at Wrestle Mania.
Flair walks along the apron, soaking up the reaction, and slowly nods, with a knowing grin on his face, before tagging in from Dinsmore. Flair steps in, and the fans go nuts, as Hogan and Flair prepare to start the contest for both teams now. The circle the ring, and eventually meet, and tie up. Immediately, Hogan shoves Flair across the ring, with Naitch bumping around like a madman, to a crazy pop from the fans!!! Flair gets up, and kicks the ropes, angry. He runs straight at Hogan, but Hogan stops him, and plants a big right hand, knocking Flair for six, bouncing around the ring.
Naitch gets back up, and comes at Hogan, but catches the Hulkster by surprise, poking the eye. Flair smiles, as Hogan slumps down a little, but as Flair backs him into the corner, HOGAN RAKES FLAIRS EYES!!! The fans pop like crazy, with Hogan giving Ric a taste of his own medicine. Flair staggers around the ring, whilst Hogan follows, and rakes the back, with Flair dropping to his knees, in pain. Hogan drags Flair up by the hair, and throws a straight right hand, sending Flair into the ropes, and Hogan follows up, running in hitting a weak clothesline, sending Flair over the top rope, to the floor below!!! Hogan walks around the ring, getting a huge response from the nostalgic fans in attendance, whilst attention turns to Mick Foley, who delivers a trademark ELBOW OFF THE APRON ON FLAIR!!!!
The fans now erupt for Foley, with Mick throwing up the gun signal, and a ‘Cac-tus Jack’ chant now fills the MGM. Foley picks Flair up, and rolls the Nature Boy into the ring, back into the path of Hogan. Hogan throws three straight rights to Flair, backing Ric into the corner, and in there, Hogan places himself on the middle rope, and gives the fans the pleasing ten punch at the ropes, biting Flair after the tenth one, to another weird pop. Flair staggers out of the corner … AND FLOPS TO THE MAT!!!! Another ironic pop bellows from the audience, as Hogan now tags out, bringing The Man Beast, Rhyno, into the action.
Rhyno bursts into action, finally getting a piece of Ric Flair, after months of torment, and stomps Ric down in the corner, not relenting for a second. Rhyno drags Flair up, and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, charging in after him, but Nick Dinsmore smartly drags Flair out of the corner, and out of harms way, with Rhyno eating ring post!!! Flair tags out to Batista, and the two biggest powerhouses in the match are now legal. The Animal goes to work on Rhyno, with kicks and punches the last ever ECW Champion. Batista drags Rhyno out, and whips him off the ropes, but Rhyno ducks a clothesline, and comes back off the opposite side with a flying shoulder block, taking Dave down to the mat!!!
Both men struggle up, shaking the cobwebs loose, and come face to face in the middle of the ring. The fans pick up a little, but nothing like the reactions for Hogan and Flair earlier, as the two behemoths stare eye to eye. Rhyno takes a run off the ropes, and comes back, hitting Batista with a shoulder block, but Dave barely moves. Rhyno pounds his chest, challenging Batista to knock him down now. Dave screws his face up, and bounces off the ropes, coming back, with a shoulder block on Rhyno, but Rhyno doesn’t budge. The two men now both take a run off the ropes, and bounce back, into the path of one another, colliding centre ring, but neither goes down!!! Both men stumble a little, but neither falls to the mat. They reach the centre again, but this time, Dave goes early, and kicks Rhyno in the gut, before stepping back, and knocking the Man Beast down with a stiff clothesline. Batista makes the first cover of the match now, 1...Rhyno kicks out at just one!!!
Batista is back up quickly, and shoves Rhyno into his corner, choking The Man Beast, before breaking at four, tagging out to Nick Dinsmore. Dinsmore enters the ring, and goes to work on Rhyno, with kicks to the mid section, putting Rhyno on the canvas, relentlessly stomping the Man Beast, before being pulled away by the referee. Dinsmore smiles, and walks around the ring, trying to rile Foley and Hogan, before letting out a big ‘WOOOO’ getting more heat from the fans. Nick comes back to the corner, and opens up with big forearms on Rhyno, before whipping him across the ring, into the ropes, kicking Rhyno in the gut as he returns, following up with a swinging neck breaker. Dinsmore follows in with a cover, 1...2...Kick Out from Rhyno.
Dinsmore stays on Rhyno, and applies a rear chin lock, looking to wear the Man Beast down, but Rhyno shows his determination, and elbows Nick away, getting back to his feet, and charging into the ropes, coming back … straight into a dropkick from Dinsmore!!! Nick scrambles for a cover, 1...2...Kick Out again from the Man Beast. Dinsmore gets up, and takes a bow, with Flair clapping approvingly to the dropkick. The Prodigy waits for Rhyno to reach his feet, and hit’s a snap mare, taking Rhyno over, and follows up with a basement dropkick to the back of Rhyno. Dinsmore looks to be happy with his control over Rhyno, and drags him back up, backing Rhyno into the corner, and connects with a knife edge chop. Dinsmore grins, taking a look at his team mates, who nod approvingly, before turning back around to Rhyno, WHO BURSTS OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!! Rhyno fires up, and yells at Dinsmore to get up, before knocking him down with another clothesline, and a third, sending Nick bouncing around the ring from the impact. Rhyno pounds his chest, and holds his hand out for a tag from Foley, and the MGM goes ballistic for Foleys first involvement in the match officially.
Foley stalks The Prodigy into the corner, and begins to unload on him with a huge amount of right hands, pounding him to the floor, classic Foley style, before backing out, walking around the ring, yelling ‘BANG BANG’ and charges into the corner, with a running knee to the face of a seated Dinsmore!!! Foley doesn’t stop there though, and chokes Dinsmore in on the middle rope, yelling at him, hurling all sorts of abuse at the turncoat. He breaks at the count of four, and walks around the ring, pointing at Flair, telling Naitch he wants him next. Flair nods, as Foley turns back around, and comes at Dinsmore, but Nick drops down, and elbows Foley in the gut. Foley drops to a knee, and Dinsmore stands back up, pounding the face of Mick, talking trash. He drags Foley up, and whips him off the ropes, ducking down, but Foley comes back off the ropes, and gets Nick in position for the double arm DDT … BUT NICK SPINS OUT AND QUICKLY EXECUTES A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP. Dinsmore makes the cover, 1...2...Foley rolls a shoulder up.
Dinsmore gets back to his feet, stomping Foley, before dragging his opponent back to his feet. He scores with a forearm to the jaw, and runs off the ropes, but as he comes back, Foley clobbers him with a clothesline!!! Mick gets back up, and tags back out of the ring, with Rhyno now back in. Rhyno comes from behind Dinsmore, and executes a side suplex, following up with a hook of the leg, 1...2...Kick Out. Rhyno backs Dinsmore into the ropes, and drives his knee into his opponents gut, winding Nick, sending Dinsmore off the ropes, but Nick slides under Rhyno upon his return, and tags out again to Flair.
The Nature Boy takes his time getting into the ring, as Foley now calls for a tag again from Rhyno, with The Man Beast readily accepting, making Foley legal again. Again, the MGM comes alive, as Foley and Flair prepare to open up old wounds. They come to the centre of the ring, and begin a verbal exchange, with both men getting work up. Flair swings first at Foley, but Foley blocks, and strikes Flair, sending Naitch into the corner. Foley follows in, and throws another right, before whipping Flair across the ring, to the opposite corner, with so much velocity, that Flair hit’s the corner, goes upside down, and falls back down, hanging onto the ropes, with Foley following up, with the Cactus clothesline, sending both himself and Flair out of the ring, to the floor. Mick is up quickly, and grabs a worse for wear Flair, slamming his head off the steel steps. Ric slumps down by the steps, as Foley takes a few steps back, before charging back at the steps, looking to drive his knee into Flairs face, but Ric moves out of the way, and Foley goes through the steps!!!
Mick rolls around, as Flair gets back to his feet, and gets Foley back inside the ring quickly, backing him into the ropes, and lets fly with a classic Flair chop, getting a ‘WOOOO’ from the fans. Flair responds with a WOOOO of his own, before letting fly with another half dozen chops, lighting up Foley, before whipping Mick off the ropes, knocking him down with a reverse elbow. Flair drops down, and hooks the leg, 1...2...Shoulder up. Flair reaches back up, with a wide eyed look, before going outside, and climbing the ropes, reaching the top turnbuckle, looking to score off the top … AND DOES!!!!! Flair nails a forearm from the top, sending Foley back down, to a major pop. Flair smiles, and nods, and points to the top again, looking to go two for two. Naitch climbs back to the top, and looks to fly again … but Foley stops him, and throws Flair off the top, with Ric bouncing around the ring like a madman.
Foley backs Flair into the ropes, and unloads with another series of shots, before dragging him out, and nails a pulling piledriver!!! Foley hooks the leg, 1...2...Dinsmore breaks the count!!! Rhyno steps in immediately, and chases Nick out of the ring. Foley meanwhile, tags back out, allowing Hogan back in. Hulk steps in to a big pop, and stalks Flair into the corner, with Ric begging off, and begging off … and Batista yells to the referee, distracting him … allowing Flair to low blow Hogan!!!
Flair turns it over, sending Hogan into the corner, and opens up with knife edge chops, but Hogan fights back!!! Flair tries to go blow for blow with The Hulkster, but Hogan is too much for him, and pounds Ric into the corner. Hogan drags Ric out, and delivers a simple side suplex, following up with a cover, 1...2...Kick Out. Hogan keeps up on Flair, and hit’s a front slam on Naitch, then looks around, and starts to cup his ears, signalling for the immortal leg drop!!!! He bounces off the ropes, but Dinsmore drops down off the apron, and hooks Hogans leg, and trips him!!!
Rhyno and Foley are rightly angered, whilst Flair crawls a little to his corner, and tags in Dinsmore. Nick immediately picks Hogan up, but is caught with a right hand, and a second, but The Prodigy stops the momentum for Hogan, with a hard knee to the sternum of his opponent. He whips Hogan to the corner, and follows in with a corner splash, which has Hogan stagger out, allowing Dinsmore to hit a suplex. Cover, 1...2...Broken by Foley. Mick is immediately admonished back to the apron, whilst Nick takes advantage of the distraction, and chokes Hogan, whilst the referee’s back is turned.
As soon as the referee turns back around, Dinsmore lets go, and pretends as if he’s being playing by the rules. He places Hogan’s head on the middle rope, then riles up the opposing team again, which plays right into his hands, with Rhyno trying to get into the ring, but is stopped by the official. Nick once again, takes advantage of the distraction, and chokes Hogan in the ropes with his knee, until the referee turns around. Dinsmore then bounces off the ropes, and scores with a knee to the back of the head of Hogan. Nick drags the opponent back to his teams corner and tags in Batista.
The Animal enters, looking ready to unload some pent up aggression. He backs Hulk into the corner, and delivers a flurry of right hands, before whipping Hogan off the ropes, and hitting him with a shoulder charge. Batista pushes down on Hogan for a cover, 1...2...Kick Out!!! He instantly drags The Hulkster back to his feet, and whips him off the ropes, to go for a clothesline, but Hogan ducks, and goes for a school boy, but Batista doesn’t budge, and drops an elbow on Hulk, following with a lateral press, 1...2...Kick Out. Dave gets back up, and watches Hogan gasping for air, before tagging out to Dinsmore.
Dinsmore enters the ring and almost with no trouble scoops Hogan up, and hit’s a big hip toss. He makes the cover, 1...2...Hogan kicks out. Nick then lays into him with repeated right hands in the corner, trash talking along the way. Dinsmore drags an battered Hogan back up, and hit’s an atomic drop, before knocking Hulk back down with a clothesline, quickly getting a cover, 1...2...Hogan kicks out again!!! Dinsmore stays in control of his anger, bringing Hogan back up to his vertical base, and whips him off the ropes hitting a clothesline again. Again, he covers, 1...2...Kick Out again from Hogan.
On the apron, Flair and Batista tell Dinsmore to finish Hogan off now. Dinsmore picks Hogan up, and gets him in position for a modified neck breaker, but Hogan fights out, punching himself free, and running off the ropes, only for Dinsmore to catch him as he comes back with a back body drop. Dinsmore jives around the ring, waiting for Hogan to get back up, but as he does, Nicks smile fades, and realises that Hogan is in the zone, almost hulking up.
Hogan makes faces, showing his metamorphosis, shaking violently. Dinsmore looks a little worried by the whole thing, and tries to pound Hogan, but Hogan no sells the punches, eventually doing the Hulk Hogan taunt, pointing into the face of Nick, who takes a few steps back. He throws another shot, but is blocked by Hogan, who fires back, and sends Dinsmore down. Nick gets back up, but gets knocked down with a clothesline from Hogan, who continues to run off the ropes, as OJ struggles back up. He gets up, and Hogan knocks him down once again, sending Dinsmore sprawling. Batista now gets in, but Hogan no sells a punch, and fires back with a head butt, sending Dave reeling. Flair now comes in, but Hulkster no sells a chop, with Flair going nuts. Hogan nails a bionic elbow, knocking Flair off his feet, and now Dinsmore comes at Hogan, but walking right into a big boot, and Hogan lays a hand out, with Foley making the tag!!!
Foley bursts into the ring, showing more fire than he has in a long time, knocking down Flair, knocking down Batista, knocking down Dinsmore, running knee to the mid section sends Flair reeling, and another knockdown on Batista takes care of The Animal. Dinsmore is up, and Foley scores with a kick to the gut, DOUBLE ARM DDT CONNECTS!!!! Foley hooks the leg…

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The Animal drags Foley back up, knocking him down quickly with a short arm clothesline. Dave looks around, and sees Hogan, knocking him down with a short clothesline too. Rhyno comes at The Animal, but Batista catches him, and delivers a thunderous spine buster!!!! Batista looks around, and shakes the ropes, with the end seemingly nigh for Foley and co. Rhyno tries to stop him, but Batista overpowers Rhyno again, knocking him down, before scooping The Man Beast up, showing incredible strength … NAILING A JACKHAMMER!!!!! Batista gets back up, and roars to the fans, letting out his rage, before picking Foley up off the mat, and getting him into position for the Batista Bomb … AND NAILS IT!!!! Nick Dinsmore, the legal man, now crawls over, and puts his arm over Foley, for the win…

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Hogan starts to fire up again, but before he can block any of Batistas offence, Flair comes in from behind, with Batista blocking the referee, allowing FLAIR TO LOW BLOW HOGAN!!! Hogan drops to his knees from the low blow, whilst Flair now is back on his feet, and starts going to work on Hulk, kicking the bad knees of The Hulkster, setting him up for the imminent figure four!!! At this point, Batista is pounding down Rhyno in the corner, beating The Man Beast down badly. This gives Flair an open chance to finally clench in the Figure Four on Hogan, and after some strutting around, Flair starts to hook it up, and turns around … WITH FOLEY REACHING UP … AND APPLYING THE MANDIBLE CLAW!!!
Flair is taken by surprise with the claw, and lets go of Hogan, now desperately trying to get out of this predicament. Batista spots what is going on, and is quickly to the aid of his mentor, clubbing Foley from behind!!! Mick lets go, and Batista swings for a right hand, but Foley blocks the shot … AND APPLIES THE MANDIBLE CLAW TO BATISTA!!! Flair tries to intervene … BUT IT’S A MANDIBLE CLAW FOR HIM TOO!!!! Foley has the claw locked in … but Flair and Batista break it, both kicking Foley in the gut!!! Mick releases the claw, but before Batista can follow up on him … RHYNO NAILS THE GORE!!!!!
Rhyno gets up, and pounds his chest, and sees Dinsmore coming at him, but low bridges Nick, sending The Prodigy out of the ring!!! The camera cuts back to Foley, and we see just in time, AS FOLEY RELIVES DUDE LOVE … WITH SWEET SHIN MUSIC FOR FLAIR!!!! Hogan claps his hands, cups his ear to the fans, bounces off the ropes … IMMORTAL LEG DROP!!! Foley hooks the leg, as the legal man, as Rhyno makes sure no one can break the count, and Hogan begins to pose…
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Winners: Mick Foley, Hulk Hogan & Rhyno @ 16:01


The MGM is on it’s feet, as the faces are triumphant. Foley has his hand raised, and goes to one corner to salute the fans, before hugging Rhyno, and acknowledging Hogan. Rhyno signals to the fans too, before leaving the ring, whilst Foley takes a walk around ringside, slapping hands with fans, leaving just Hogan in the ring, as the Evolution trio stagger up the ramp, ahead of Rhyno.

Hogan then gives the fans their pleasing moment, posing like its 1985, with the audience loving every moment of it. The Hulkster poses for a good few minutes, as the commentators remain silent, and allow the atmosphere to take over, until Hogan finally starts to wrap it up, leaving the ring, and walks up, still working the fans into a wild frenzy.


Jim Ross:
Well Coach, I think it’s safe to say that Hulkamania LIVES ON!!!


The Coach:
Ugh. Pass me a bucket old timer.


Jim Ross:
Finally, this whole scenario, this whole issue between Foley and Flair, Rhyno and Flair, Hogan and Flair have came to a head tonight. And justice has prevailed folks!!!


The Coach:
There’s gonna be hell to pay tomorrow night J.R. Mark my words!!! Hogan aint gonna be around anymore. Neither is Foley.


Jim Ross:
But Flair hasn’t got control anymore either!!! He cant just push his weight around like he did. Things are changing on Raw, and for the better!!!


The Coach: I feel sick. Roll the footage … this got 24.44% of the vote by the way … just roll it …

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