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WWE BACKLASH
A Raw-Only Production



Date: April 30th, 2006
Location: Rupp Arena; Lexington, Kentucky
Event Music: Danko Jones; Baby Hates Me

…Opening video…

The video opens up, in slow motion, with the red, white & blue fireworks at WrestleMania XXII, an soft guitar theme playing in the background, before clips, also in slow motion, play, highlighting the victory of the World’s Greatest Tag Team, Carlito winning MITB to stun the world, Mickie James taking the Women’s title belt ‘hostage’, RVD defeating the legendary Triple H, Ric Flair overcoming JBL, Orton losing thanks to Bret Hart, Cena & Michaels coming up short, and Angle retaining his title.

The picture fades to black momentarily, before it comes back up, the image now black & white, grainy & scratchy in colour, flickering as we get roving shots of said superstars leaving The Allstate Arena on April 2nd…


Narrator:
Though the fireworks and guns have finally ended … the agony and joy remains …

WrestleMania has had it’s time … and now the Backlash begins again …

Clips from the assault on the WGTT on the first Raw back.

Narrator:
For some that night will last forever … forever and ever in their minds … but for most WrestleMania must now become yesterday … and the Backlash brings darker times …

Shots of Rob Van Dam staring up at the titantron in horror.

Narrator:
Men became Legends on that fateful evening … stepping of the night … there are others now to challenge their spot … take away their right …

Flashing shots of Carlito being pursued by Helms & Chavito.

Narrator:
They were all once at the top of the mountain … the world sat pretty in their hands … WrestleMania’s illusions can be cruel … the spectacle from the stands …

Clip of Trish Stratus beating up Candice.

The picture changes slowly to Benjamin soaring through the air at WrestleMania.


Narrator:
Moments that last for a lifetime … moments that will last forever … within seconds they are taken from us … we rise and we fall together …

The Spirit Squad hitting the High Spirits, cheering.

Narrator:
Our voices are all but lost in the crowd … our will left to chance … that night at WrestleMania nothing but history now … the one night we chose to dance …

Clips of Armando Alejandro Estrada making his presence felt on Raw.

Narrator:
This is a different time … we have now come to a different place … WrestleMania was but one battle … this war of greatness is a much longer race …

Sound bite of poor Eugene, Maria & Dustin Rhodes from their hostage positions, over clips of The Big Show destroying numerous unlucky bastards.

Narrator:
It was not all who tasted the fruits that night … some were left out in the cold … for them WrestleMania was a nightmare … and the Backlash is where their story will be told …

The picture fades to black for a second, then returns with clips of Kurt Angle making Shawn Michaels tap out last month.

Narrator:
Some watched while others rose … heroes stood for all they could … but this night is about more than just the good guys … on this night there will be blood …

Clips of Angle holding the WWE Title at WrestleMania, then battling Cena, and Cena looking on, dejected at the end.

Narrator:
For some the Backlash promises the greater reward …it can once again make them whole … erase the dark days of April 2nd … and lead them on toward their ultimate goal …

Shots of John Cena and Kurt Angle face to face on Raw.

Narrator:
The world now turns its attention to a new day … it is now time for a new dawn … WrestleMania’s legacies are dead and buried … there are new legends to be born …

Quick shots of all the main players involved tonight.

Narrator:
But who will take that chance … and rise up to the very top … grab the golden ring with both hands … never let go till their heart stop?

Shots of Ric Flair

Narrator:
The lost…

Shots of Gregory Helms

Narrator:
The determined…

Shots of Benjamin

Narrator:
The unbelievable…

Shots of Big Show

Narrator:
The terrifying…

Shots of RVD

Narrator:
The willing…

Shots of John Cena

Narrator:
The ruthless…

Shot of Kurt Angle

Narrator:
The GREAT?

Shots of the swinging scythes from the A’s in the Backlash logo, cutting across the screen, and quick flashes of all the main players looking up quickly, screaming in agony.

Narrator:
For them…

Some letters coming burning right through the fire, {just like in the opening credits of Terminator 2: Judgment Day}, imprinting themselves on our psyche…

“The Backlash begins … TONIGHT!”

AND NOW CASTROL GTX PRESENTS…



A WWE RAW PRODUCTION …




WWE BACKLASH


We head immediately inside the Rupp Arena, with the crowd going as wild as one would expect; fireworks begins to fire into the air from every direction, just adding to the clamour. The camera whirls around the building, trying desperately to keep up with the action, highlighting many of the unique banners on display in the audience:

“PAUL BEARER WILL TASTE THE EXTREME”

“LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE JACKASS SQUAD”

“KURT ANGLE IS MY OLYMPIC AMERICAN WRESTLING FASHION HERO”

“I PAID TO SEE MICKIE”


Following that we quickly zoom over to the announcer’s area, and to the Raw table, where our three hosts for the evening, good ol’ Jim ‘J.R’ Ross, Joey ‘ECW’ Styles, and last but by no means least, Jonathan ‘OWNS’ Coachman do the meet and greet.

Jim Ross:
The WrestleMania Backlash begins tonight, as over 20,000 rabid World Wrestling Entertainment fans have packed inside the Rupp Arena on a cool evening here in Lexington, Kentucky!! Good evening, everyone, I’m good ol’ J.R., Jim Ross, here alongside the Voice of ECW, Joey Styles, and The Coach, Jonathan Coachman, for Monday Night Raw’s first pay-per-view of 2006: it’s WWE Backlash, and unlike any other event that’s ever gone before it, I don’t think that title’s ever been more apt than it is tonight, gentlemen!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Absolutely not, J.R. It feels good to be in Kentucky tonight, and how many times am I likely to say that in my life? Such an unbelievable card lined up by Raw’s esteemed General Manager Eric Bischoff, not least Rob Van Dam’s career on the line in a Steel Cage Match against the largest athlete in the world, or the WWE Championship COLLISION!!!

Joey Styles:
Sometimes what you say does make sense, Coach, and that’s quite true; an incredible line-up, but as for right now, let’s take it to our Spanish colleagues for this event, Hugo Savinovich and Carlos Cabrera! Take it away, amigos!


Savinovich and Carlos waffle for a bit before shooting it back to the ‘boys’ from the States.


Joey Styles:
Thanks, compadres, and as Coach alluded to earlier, two HUGE main events on our resume tonight, headlined by one of the biggest WWE Championship matches of all time, as champion of almost five months, Kurt Angle, puts the gold on the line against John Cena!!

Jim Ross:
And let’s not forget, thanks to Coach’s buddy, Mr. Bischoff, whoever loses that match will never get another shot at the WWE Title. So you better believe that both men have got everything to lose and everything to gain in that one!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby boy. WWE, Tag Team, Intercontinental and Women’s Titles all on the line tonight, not to mention the illustrious Money in the Bank briefcase is up for grabs too; what a night this is gonna be.

Joey Styles:
Absolutely, and I think it’s time we got this party started!



“AIN’T NO STOPPIN’ ME NOW!!!”

Being the first man of the evening to make an appearance, the pop for the incredibly popular superstar is amplified ten-fold, as a smiling
SHELTON BENJAMIN steps out through the curtain and onto the stage; tinted shades, gaudy shirt, white trunks, World Tag Team and Intercontinental belts intact.

Lillian Garcia:
This opening contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!! (Crowd pops) Introducing first … from Orangeburg, South Carolina … weighing in at 243 pounds … he is one-half of the World Tag Team Champions, and the Intercontinental Champiooooooon, SHELTON BENJAMIIIIIN!!

Trotting down to the ring, Shelton nips up the steps nimbly and enters the ring, ascending the far turnbuckle to salute his army of followers. Glancing over his shoulder, Benji lowers his shades, anticipating only his first match of the night.

Jim Ross:
What else can you say about this kid that hasn’t already been said? He’s an All-American, he’s the only double-champion in the WWE right now, he’s on the role of his life, and, like I’ve said before and sure as heck will say again, he’s, pound-for-pound, the best pure athlete in professional wrestlin’ today.

Jonathan Coachman:
You might as well just leave a tape recorder on that chair, J.R, ‘cause you’re spoutin’ the same tired old clichés each and every week. Me? I’m a true broadcaster. Sure, Shelton Benjamin is a hell of an athlete, but he’s made the biggest mistake of his life getting on the wrong side of Eric Bischoff.

***PAY THE PRICE***

Lexington delivers another strong pop, though not quite able to match that of the Intercontinental Champion, as the challenger,
CHARLIE HAAS, strides out confidently, patting his World Tag Team Title belt around his waist; adorned in black and red trunks, he marches down to the ring.


Lillian Garcia:
And introducing the challenger … from Dallas, Texas … weighing in at 240 pounds … he is the other half of the World Tag Team Champions … CHARRRRLIE HAAS!!

Running up the opposite steps to his opponent, Haas steps through the ropes, leaps up to the second turnbuckle and pumps his fist to the crowd, as Benjamin watches on, leaning against the far corner coolly.

Joey Styles:
I have no doubt that this is a match that wrestling fans have wanted to see for a long, long time. Remember Haas and Benjamin’s days in Team Angle? Their motto was “Wrestling: It’s what we do”, and it’s what they’ve done better than anyone for almost four years. I’m looking forward to this one.

Jonathan Coachman:
I am too, Joey, don’t get me wrong. It’s just, everyone’s expecting a fantastic, clean-cut, straight technical wrestling contest from these partners and so-called “friends”, while I’m actually expecting one of ‘em to kick the other’s teeth right down his throat, and The Coach is even willing to place a small bet on that.

As Haas pops down from the turnbuckle, unfastening his title belt from around his waist and handing it through the ropes, Shelton does the same, but hands the Intercontinental strap to the official, Jack Doan.
Benji almost raises his eyebrows at Chaz across the ring, who returns the gesture; both men clearly loving this opportunity, their eyes following the gold into the air, as the crowd begins to buzz…



*Bell rings*




Intercontinental Championship Match; World Tag Team Champions Collide:
Shelton Benjamin ©
defends against Charlie Haas

At the sound of Mark Eaton’s signal, both Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas immediately push themselves out from their corners as only true wrestlers can, circling one another like a couple of cautious lions set for combat, sizing the other man up, crouched, hunched, trying to keep low so as to prevent the other from getting the jump on him and taking him down; shaking out their hands as they draw nearer and nearer.

With the sound of a buzzing Kentucky audience in the background, the 3-time Tag Team Champions inch in closer and closer, arms outstretched … until they both, almost simultaneously, stick one hand out further than the other, accepting their best friend’s warmly, performing a very cordial and sporting HAND SHAKE, much to the delight of the Lexington natives, but much to the dismay of Coach, who comments, “Well, why doesn’t one of them just lie down for the other then!?” The handshake barely lasting a second, Haas and Benjamin snap apart again to continue their Serengeti-like stalk around one another in the centre of the ring.

Arms outstretched, they come together with a collar-and-elbow-tie up -- but that barely lasts a moment, as Charlie Haas immediately goes low, dropping down like a cat, applying the single-leg on a taken-aback Shelton Benjamin, before spinning around behind him, applying the rear waistlock and taking him down onto the canvas on his stomach. Rolling over onto his stomach with lightning speed, Shelton tries to escape -- but Haas is just as quick, rolling/spinning back around to try and keep the rear waistlock in place; Benjamin rotates again, and this time Chaz blocks his head with a momentary front chancery, before rapidly swinging himself over his partner’s back once more with the rear waistlock. Immediately sensing the danger, Benjamin forces his way up off the mat and a seated position into a standing one, trying to pry Haas’ arms away, whilst letting his momentum carry him into the ropes!!

As Jack Doan quickly pounces onto the situation to enforce the rope break and pull Charlie Haas away, the crowd shows their respect for what they just saw.
Turning back around from the ropes, the Intercontinental Champion looks as serious as a heart attack now, looking deep into the eyes of his long time chum. Still on his toes, waiting in the middle of the ring, Haas’ expression remains the same: completely focused. Just like before, the two men cautiously approach one another, trying to keep a low vertical base … but once again it’s Haas who’s the quicker, scooting down under the second collar-and-elbow-tie-up, snatching hold of Benjamin’s right foot, and taking him down to the canvas with a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ankle pick.
Scooting up, Charlie wraps his arms around Benji’s mid-section again as he lie face down, attempting to ride him -- but Shelton quickly spins around into a seated position, still with Haas’ arms around his waist. Rolling around, Benjamin breaks the rear waistlock, but Chaz hooks him in the front chancery for a second time, before floating back around into the rear waistlock. Shelton struggles, seated on the mat, to get free from Haas’ tight grip, but the man from Ceton Hall is like a vice, bringing both himself and his opponent back up, before quickly lifting Benji up, slamming him on the canvas, keeping his grip on the Intercontinental Champion’s midriff!

The crowd actually pops slightly for this display, as Shelton once again desperately rolls to a seated position, and whirls around to break Haas’ tight grip on his abdomen -- only for the All-American to catch him with the front chancery count yet again, flashing back around behind his fellow World Tag Team Champion with the umpteenth rear waistlock of this very young contest, forcing a panicky looking Benjamin to scramble quickly up to a vertical base, struggling with Charlie’s wrists, before -- BAM!! Shelton just DRILLS Haas right in the face with a STIFF, WILD ELBOW SHOT over his shoulder, knocking his challenger staggering backward!

A few “OH’s” are heard around the arena, as the first really physical blow is landed in this contest, drawing a smug comment or two from The Coach at ringside, and sends Charlie Haas stumbling backward into the corner. Wasting no time, Benjamin presses his advantage, putting the BOOTS to Haas in the corner, showing the aggression he is capable of.

After dragging Charlie back up to his feet, Shelton connects with a few well-aimed RIGHT HANDS, rocking the Number One Contender, but doesn’t let him rest. Holding Haas by the arm, Benji drags him over to the ropes, presses him against them, before hurling his friend across the ring with an Irish Whip, sending him bouncing off the opposite ropes -- CRACK!!! BIG KICK RIGHT TO SIDE OF HAAS’ SKULL WIPES HIM OUT!!!

A few more “OH’s” are heard, as Chaz goes down in a heap, clutching his head in agony, while Shelton, looking very confident in his abilities right now, reaches down and drags him back up to his feet. Taking a handful of Haas’ hair, Benji races across the ring and SLAMS him head-first off the nearby top turnbuckle, stunning the challenger, before spinning him around in the corner once again and BIG RIGHT HAND, followed by a rasping CHOP right across the chest!

As a few “WOOOs” ring out, Haas staggers out of the corner, both hands clutching his bare chest, and a look of pain in his eyes. Smirking with those ol’ pearly whites, Shelton looks to follow up on his partner quickly, and press the advantage. Turning him back around, Benjamin DRILLS Charlie with another right hand, before taking his arm, backing him against the ropes, and going for the Irish Whip -- but Haas quickly reverses it, swinging under Shelton’s arm and FLATTENING HIM WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!!!

Flattened, Benjamin goes down in a heap, as the crowd delivers a THUNDEROUS mixed reaction for the quick turn of events; Haas pushes himself up onto his haunches, shaking the cobwebs away. As Shelton stays down, crawling across the canvas in a blinking daze, Charlie makes it back up to his feet and begins to put some HARD BOOTS to his tag team partner!
Grimacing with each and every shot, Benji looks to be in a bad way, as Haas boots him in the SPINE, OVER and OVER AGAIN, before reaching down and grabbing the Intercontinental Champion and dragging him back up to his feet. Taking a few steps back toward the centre of the ring, Haas hurls Shelton’s arm up over his shoulder and head, before hoisting him up into the air and SLAMS him back down with a huge VERTICAL SUPLEX!!! Floating over, Chaz reaches down and hooks the far leg for the first cover of the match.

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Shelton kicks out quickly, keeping the Intercontinental Title firmly around his waist, but Haas, ever the total athlete, is back up on his feet in a flash, throwing Jack Doan a rather black look, before dragging his opponent back up to his feet. Rearing back, Haas DRILLS Benjamin with a HARD right hand straight to the face, dropping the champion back down to a knee. Stumbling away into the corner, Benji swings back with a wild elbow, trying to keep his assailant at bay -- but Charlie merely swats him aside and HAMMERS AWAY!!

With each and every RIGHT HAND after RIGHT HAND, followed by BOOTS and STOMPS, J.R, Styles and Coach comment (in very different ways) on how quickly this thing has broken down, as Shelton Benjamin is beaten down in the corner to a less than positive response from the sold out crowd. Glancing up into the rafters, Haas looks as though he couldn’t care less what these people think, proceeding to step right on top of Benjamin’s throat with one foot, and with the other standing on the bottom rope, PULLING UP ON THE SECOND ONE HARD for leverage, damn near crushing Shelton’s chest and larynx! Doan is all over Haas immediately, giving him a count of five, before the World Tag Team Champion finally relents and steps off Benjamin, reaches down, pulls him back up to his feet and gets right in his best friend’s face: “Hold nothin’ back, right, bro? Bring yer’ best.”

Benjamin doesn’t even get the opportunity to answer, as Haas quickly swings around behind him, getting under his arm, hoisting the Intercontinental Champion up high into the air with incredible elevation, carrying him a few steps toward the centre of the squared circle, before SLAMMING him right back down into the canvas with a ring shaking BACK SUPLEX!! Both the crowd and Shelton Benjamin let out a collective groan, with Benji slumping onto his side; Haas, however, drags him back over onto his back and reaches back, once again hooking the far leg.

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For the second time tonight, Shelton makes a quick kick out, rolling out from under his partner/opponent, wearing a rather stunned and dazed expression on his usually confident face. Shaking his head, Haas rolls back up to his feet, measuring the former-Golden Gopher surgically, before delivering a well-aimed, STIFF BOOT right to the SPINE, AGAIN and AGAIN, honing in on his target like a physician. Benjamin groans with every blow, but Charlie is in the “zone” right now (as Tazz would put it), showing exactly why Kurt Angle hand-picked him all those years ago to join him in Team Angle. Dragging the champion back up to his feet, Haas thrusts him back into the nearby corner, rests his arm over his chest, rears his neck right back and HEAD BUTTS HIS SUPPOSED BEST FRIEND RIGHT IN THE FACE!! “OH’s” and begins ring out, but Haas, just like earlier, leans right in close: “It’s all about competition, man.”

With Shelton Benjamin well and truly dazed after that very uncharacteristic head butt from Charlie Haas, the dominant man right now looks to continue the onslaught; taking Benji by the arm, Haas steps through, sending him racing across the ring with the Irish Whip, causing his spine to SLAM into the far turnbuckle, before following in at a spring -- but Shelton GETS BOTH FEET UP, CATCHING HAAS RIGHT IN THE FACE!! Kentucky ROARS, as Haas staggers backward, hands over his mouth, and Benjamin, sensing his opening, quickly turns, taking hold of the top turnbuckle with both hands, checks over his shoulder - HE SPRINGS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE IN ONE LEAP -- HE FLIES OFF, SPINNING, WITH A HUGE CROSSBODY RIGHT ONTO THE SURPRISED CHARLIE HAAS!!! He hooks both legs!!

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Haas kicks out almost with desperation, sitting up quickly and staring around wildly, as though he can’t quite believe what the hell just happened, whilst Benjamin rolls over, snatching his partner up off the deck, getting right in his face in the process: “It’s all worth it, bro.” Moving as quickly as he always does, Shelton quickly takes Haas backwards into the ropes, grabs his arm, swings around, going for the Irish Whip -- but Haas steps through, reversing it, sending Benji into the ropes, flying back -- CHARLIE HURLS HIM OVER HEAD IN ONE FLUID MOTION WITH AN INCREDIBLE, OWEN HART-ESQUE BELLY-TO-BELLY THROW/SUPLEX!!!!

He dives down, hooking a single leg for the cover.

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The crowd, having just giving an understandable amount of applause for the explosive athleticism of Haas, breathe a sigh of relief as Shelton kicks out once again, and Charlie grits his teeth in the direction of the official. Taking Benjamin by the head, Haas brings his partner back up to his feet and takes him into the ropes once more, softening him up with a few right hands, before snatching his arm, turning, sending him across the ring -- but just like before, this time it’s Shelton who turns the tables, sending Haas springing off the far ropes -- BENJI LIFTS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, DRILLING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A TREMENDOUS SAMOAN DROP OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! Hooks every limb as he pounces back!!

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Gasps of disappointment ring out through the arena, as Shelton gives a little shake of his head, clearly hoping that he might have gotten the win right there. Pushing himself back up to his feet, Benjamin pulls (a dazed) Haas up with him -- but Haas suddenly shoves him away, and THROWS A UNCHARACTERISTIC WILD CLOTHESLINE -- but Shelton ducks, swings behind, applies the rear waistlock, LIFTS HAAS UP INTO THE AIR - NAILS HIM WITH A THUNDEROUS GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

Lexington COMES ALIVE, as Shelton Benjamin takes a page right out of the playbook of the Kurt Angle’s, Chris Benoit’s, Owen Hart’s, Jamie Noble’s, and Charlie Haas’ of the world, MAINTAINING HIS GRIP on the canvas, bringing Haas back up to his feet -- AND THROWS CHARLIE SLAMMING OVER WITH THE SECOND GERMAN!!!! The “SHELTON!” are now very much audible, as the Intercontinental Champion rolls his hips once more, bringing Haas up, hoping for the trifecta -- BUT HAAS SPINS REVERSE, booting Benji in the knee -- HE HURLS BENJAMIN CRASHING OVER WITH HIS OWN GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

BOOS ring out through the arena at Haas’ counter, drawing a very hurt look from him, but he still HOLDS ON ANYWAY, popping those hips. The negative reaction he is receiving from the Kentuckians is clearly affecting him -- BUT NOT ENOUGH TO PREVENT HIM FROM BRINGING SHELTON SAILING OVER WITH A SECOND GERMAN!! “TWO!” Not even their support for Benjamin can prevent them from singing/counting alone, as their hero, out on his feet, flails his arms around in panic, with Doan right there in his face. He shakes his head in frustration, as Haas, eyes wild and intense, rises up once more, bringing his partner with him, CONNECTING WITH A THUNDEROUS THIRD AND FINAL GERMAN SUPLEX -- WITH A BRIDGE!!!

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THE CLOSEST FALL SO FAR and Lexington is on its collective feet, cheering on Shelton Benjamin mainly, but also loving this enthralling contest. After a quick look of frustration in the direction of the man with the striped shirt, Haas storms back up to his feet, gazing first at Benjamin, then up into the crowd, before running his thumb across his throat coldly, mouthing, “It’s over”, and waiting, poised, for his opponent to get back up to his feet. After a while, a groggy (extremely groggy) Benji pushes him back up to his feet -- CHARLIE HAAS GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND, LIFTING HIM UP INTO THE AIR, PERHAPS LOOKING FOR THE TOTAL HAASTABILITY SLAM -- BUT SHELTON DOES A 360 BACKFLIP AND LANDS ON HIS FEET -- HAAS WHIRLS AROUND -- BAM!!! SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!!!!

BUT HAAS DOESN’T GO DOWN!!! “OOOOHHHHHH!!!” The smack of the sickening kicks reverberates right through the enormous building, but it only succeeds in knocking Charlie for a loop, as he stands, eyes rolling up into his head, centre of the ring, and Shelton quickly steps through the ropes on the far side, takes hold of the top one, LEAPS UP - SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A HUGE LARIAT, TURNING HAAS INSIDE OUT!!!!

SHELTON WITH THE COVER!!!

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HAAS BARELY KICKS OUT!!!

BENJAMIN IMMEDIATELY SITS UP, ATOP HAAS, SCISSORING AND GRABBING HIS LEFT ARM, WRENCHING IT RIGHT UP FOR THE SEATED ARMBAR SUBMISSION HOLD!!!!

Quite possibly the BIGGEST POP OF THE MATCH erupts around the arena, as Shelton Benjamin, the Intercontinental Champion, debuts a new manoeuvre right here at Backlash in Lexington, Kentucky, catching the man who probably knows him better than anyone completely by surprise. Screaming “TAAAAAAAAAAP!!!” at the top of his lungs, BENJAMIN yanks back on the arm with ferocious intensity, hell-bent of retaining his title, regardless of the costs; Charlie Haas’ face meanwhile is a picture of complete and utter agony, as his free, right arm, flails pathetically for the ropes -- BUT THEY ARE JUST TOO FAR AWAY!!!

His face contorted in pain, Haas’ hand skirts above the canvas, mere inches from tapping like a mad man, but he keeps on fighting, digging down deep, until Benjamin WRENCHES BACK EVEN MORE, and Charlie is damn near crying with agony now, and his hand heads for the canvas…


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BUT SNAPS BACK UP!!! Haas leans forwards quickly, REACHING OUT … AND SUDDENLY THROWS HIS BODY BACKWARDS, ROLLING ACROSS THE RING!!!!

Shelton MAINTAINS THE HOLD THOUGH, barely, screaming at his friend just to give it up or he’ll break his damn arm, but the Texan reaches down deep, using his free hand wonderfully and even USING IT TO GRAB HOLD OF ONE OF SHELTON’S LEGS, pulling it toward him, Benjamin tries to react in time, but Haas rocks him backwards, quickly inserting his own legs through those of the former-Golden Gopher, breaking the Seated Armbar, sitting up, wrenching back -- HOOKING BENJAMIN’S LEGS -- THE HAAS OF PAIN IS APPLIED!!!!

The Rupp Arena ERUPTS with an incredible mixed reaction, as Shelton’s eyes light up with agony and surprise at being caught … AND HE QUICKLY FLIPS OVER ONTO HIS BACK, KICKING HAAS AWAY INTO THE ROPES, and BREAKING THE HOLD…
…HE CATCHES HAAS COMING BACK WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!!

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HAAS SURVIVES YET AGAIN!!!

The crowd lets out a GASP of disbelief, as both men break away from the pinning predicament simultaneously, only with Haas the slightly quicker of the two, stunned by his near defeat there, catching Benjamin with a fast BOOT TO THE GUT, before he grabs his arm, LIFTS HIM UP HIGH INTO THE AIR, DROPPING HIM RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH THE TOTAL HAASTABILITY!!!!!! HOOK OF THE LEG!!!

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ANOTHER NEAR FALL, BUT SHELTON STILL SURVIVES!!! Spurred on by the “SHELTON” chants echoing around the arena, he simply will not stay down, and his opponent right now, but full-time tag team partner, Charlie Haas, looks as pissed as a human being can get. Thundering back up to his feet, Haas quickly reaches down, grabbing hold of both of Benjamin’s legs, folding his friend up like an accordion, falling back, AND LOCKING IN THE HAAS OF PAIN FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT!!!!!!

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Benjamin screams in complete agony, as his legs and back are twisted and bent in ways that they should never be across the knees and arms of Charlie Haas. Dropping down to a knee, referee Jack Doan gets up close and personally with (for now) the Intercontinental Champion, asking him if he wants to give it up, to which Shelton replies with a strangles, breathless, “no … no.” Just as Doan leans in closer, checking for any signs of submission -- BENJAMIN SUDDENLY FLIPS HIS BODY OVER, LANDING ACROSS HAAS’ ARM, TURNING HIM OVER, SITTING BACK, CINCHING IN THE SEATED ARMBAR ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!

“HOW ON EARTH DO THESE GUYS KEEP COUNTERIN’ EACH OTHER!?”

The Rupp Arena is just as clueless as J.R on that one, as Charlie Haas goes wide-eyed, finding himself back in the predicament he fought so long to escape -- BUT THIS TIME HE’S READY FOR IT -- ROLLING HIS BODY OVER BACKWARDS TO IMMEDIATELY BREAK THE HOLD!!!

The crowd lets out another breath of excitement, barely able to keep up with this frenetic pace, as the two combatants scramble back up to their feet quickly, with Benjamin lunging forwards with a KICK -- NO, HAAS CATCHES HIS FOOT, managing to spin the champion back around -- ONLY TO BE CAUGHT WITH A DRAGON WHIP RIGHT SMACK TO HIS SKULL!!!!

“SHELTON!!! SHELTON!!! SHELTON!!! SHELTON!!! SHELTON!!! SHELTON!!!”

There’s no denying who Lexington is rooting for right now, as Charlie Haas hits the deck after going head over heels, and an exhausted, desperate Shelton Benjamin falls to his hands and knees, looking up momentarily, and crawling … towards the ropes? Yes, he doesn’t go for the cover, and instead scrambles under the bottom rope, onto the apron, reaches up, grabs hold of the top rope, and pulls himself up to his feet. Back in the ring, Haas, having a bit more trouble, drags his weary carcass up to his feet and begins to turn around -- SHELTON LEAPS UP, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE FOR A BLOCKBUSTER -- BUT CHARLIE FUCKIN’ HAAS CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR, RACING FORWARD IN ONE FLUID MOTION, POWERBOMBING THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!!!!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!”


Almost broken in half, his neck, back, and spine having been drilled into the corner turnbuckle as hard as possible, Shelton Benjamin crumples out of the corner but, unfortunately for him, his momentum prevents him from falling all the way down, just drops him on a single knee as he staggers forward--

CHARLIE HAAS HAS ALREADY TURNED, LETS OUT A ROAR, SPINS - DRILLING SHELTON RIGHT ON THE BUTTON WITH A MONSTROUS SUPERKICK, WIPING HIM OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

“OOOOHHHHHH!!!” Damn-near doing a complete back flip from the impact, the Intercontinental Champion goes down flat on his back, his lights seemingly turned out, as a gasping challenger quickly falls down, reaching back to hook the near leg of Shelton!!!

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…THR--

-- NO, WHAT THE HELL, BENJAMIN SUDDENLY REVERSES, ROLLING THE OTHER WAY INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE ROLL UP OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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…THREE!!!!!!


Winner - AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION -- SHELTON BENJAMIN @ 16:55.

The crowd ERUPTS, though the pop is amplified ten-fold by the shock and suddenness of the result, as Shelton Benjamin collapses right back down to the canvas, and Charlie Haas sits up in shock, hands on his head, unable to believe what just happened to him, having been moments from victory.

Jim Ross:
GOOD LORD WHAT A MATCH!! Where the hell did Shelton Benjamin just pull that one from!? I though Haas was gonna’ take this one.

Jonathan Coachman:
Wow, I’m actually impressed by these guys, fellas. That was one hell of an effort from Charlie Boy there; I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. This can only be a good thing for my boys, The Spirit Squad though. Look at Benjamin; the kid can barely stand! These guys just beat the hell out of each other.

Joey Styles:
You’re not wrong, Coach. Shelton looks in a bad way after that Powerbomb, not to mention just how the hell are these two going to co-exist against five men after what they just did to one another!?

Holding the Intercontinental Title in his hand, a gracious Charlie Haas helps the wounded Shelton Benjamin back onto his feet, placing the belt over his shoulder, throwing his arm around his own, and helping him from the ring, constantly asking, “You okay, man? You okay?” Ultimately, it seems, he is more concerned with his friend’s welfare than the outcome of the match.


***

Backstage, microphone in hand, Candice Michelle stands by … with the WWE Women’s Champion Trish Stratus, who stands, hands on hips, not even looking at the interviewer, dressed in her black wrestling attire and elbow pads, though completely and utterly beltless once again. The crowd gives Trish a strong response, bordering on mixed, but still very positive.

Candice Michelle:
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Candice Michelle, filling in tonight for … (looks a little nervous) … Maria Kanellis, and I am joined right now by the WWE Women’s Champion, Trish Stratus who will be defending her title later tonight–

Trish Stratus:
Hold on. Uhm, lemme get this straight. You are who again? Candy Wrapper? I have no idea who you are, sweetie, and neither do any of these people, and frankly I’m not in the mood to answer any of your (uses air quotes) “questions”, ‘cause in, oh I don’t know, however long it takes for Greg Helms and Carlito to kill each other, I’m going to get what I’ve been waiting for all month: I’m going to get my hands … on Mickie James.

Turning her head slightly, Trish actually lets out a (wicked) smile.

Trish Stratus:
You know, I’ve been waiting for this for so long now, and, Mickie, you might think you’ve been smart, you might think you’ve out-foxed the best in the business by hiding in the sewers like a slutty rat for these past weeks, but try this on for size: (smiles) you’ve just built up my appetite.
And as for you, Vicky, maybe you weren’t paying close attention this past Monday night, maybe you weren’t paying close attention a month ago at WrestleMania, so let me just remind you of what happened both times: it looked kind of like this, (does a weird pose) me pinning you for the three count. You can’t beat me, so why even try, honey? Mickie James is mine … all mine … so stay the hell out of my way.

With a toss of her hair, Stratus saunters off angrily.


***

In another part of the building, inside his locker room, the WWE Champion Kurt Angle does some squat thrusts against a work-out bench, dressed to compete but for black ‘Tap Or Die’ t-shirt over the top. As one would expect, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ looks unbelievably focused as he bobs up and down, letting out a controlled breath with each squat, as the camera, moving slightly to the left, focuses in on the WWE title belt lying on the bench alongside it’s owner, the subject of his intense stare.

Though it isn’t clear, Angle appears to be fixated on the belt as he works out, but the camera begins to pan out from this, slowly drifting backwards through the locker room toward the door, which is slightly ajar, revealing the smiling features of Raw General Manager Eric Bischoff, who listens, hidden out of sight, to the sounds of the Olympic Gold Medallist, one of two men facing the prospect of never challenging for the WWE Championship ever again.



***


Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall … and it is for the Money in the Bank contract!!


*SPITS APPLE*



“I SPIT IN THE FACE OF PEOPLE WHO DON’T WANT TO BE COOL”


Heat resonates around the arena, as the man who shocked the world one month ago at WrestleMania, “Da Bad Apple” and Mr. Money in the Bank himself
CARLITO saunters out onto the stage dressed in his purple trunks, Caribbean shirt, with Chris Masters at his side, apple in one hand, briefcase in the other.


Lillian Garcia:
Introducing first … accompanied to the ring by “The Masterpiece” Chris Masters … from San Juan, PUEEERRRRRTO RICO … weighing in tonight at 225 pounds … he is Mr. Money in the Bank, CARRRRLLLLLITOOO!!!

As Masters sits on the second rope for him, Carlito steps into the ring, still munching on his apple and jawing with the various fans at ringside.


Joey Styles:
Almost one month ago, on WrestleMania night some people were calling Carlito the luckiest man to ever lace up a pair of boots, calling his victory in the Money in the Bank Ladder match little more than daylight robbery. Tonight young Carlito has the opportunity to squash those rumours and cement himself as a future World Champion.

Jonathan Coachman:
I just want to be perfectly clear, it was the likes of you, Joey Styles, and you, J.R, who were calling ‘Lito’s win incredible victory a fluke, not The Coach, not me. As far as I’m concerned that man right there is the real deal, a World Champion in waiting and the mere fact that he has to defend his contract is a sham!

Jim Ross:
Well it sure is nice to see you remaining as impartial as ever, Coach. Ya’ never know, maybe Carlito’s on the look out for a new business manager.


“GREGORY … HELMS”



***FIRESTORM***


The crowd delivers a strong ovation, highlighting the ever-growing popularity of the confident, brash, athletic youngster
GREGORY HELMS, as he strides down the ramp with his arm raised to the sky, shades, doo rag, and his long, sleeveless leather trench coat in check. Masters tries to get through the ropes to get at Helms, but the official restrains him.


Lillian Garcia:
And his opponent … from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at 215 pounds … GREGORY HELMS!!!!


Stopping at the foot of the ramp, his music still playing in the background, Helms slowly removes his doo rag and shades, watching coldly as the referee gets The Masterpiece to leave the ring. Reluctantly, shaking his head, Masters steps through the ropes, leaving Carlito all alone.


Jim Ross:
Question his attitude, question his methods, but sure as hell don’t question his heart. This kid Gregory Helms is a stud, a straight up stud who’s really goin’ places here in the WWE.

Joey Styles:
Of all the people who’ve challenged the way Carlito attained victory in the Money in the Bank Ladder Match at WrestleMania, Helms has been the most vocal, and he earned this opportunity tonight by pinning that man right there, Chris Masters.

Jonathan Coachman:
Now that was a fluke, gentlemen. That tag match was made by Mr. Bischoff when he had other things on his mind. He was unaware of what a priceless commodity Mr. Money in the Bank can be to a General Manager - UH OH!


Helms doesn’t bother removing his coat, and, instead, scowls fiercely up at Carlito … before SLIDING STRAIGHT INTO THE RING!!!


*Bell Rings*



Money in the Bank Contract on the Line:
‘Da Bad Apple’ Carlito w/Chris Masters ‘defends against’ Gregory Helms

Helms slides under the bottom rope, leaping up to his feet immediately, and is met by a similarly frantic Carlito, who charges straight ahead, THROWING A CLOTHESLINE -- only for the former Hurricane to duck straight under it, coming back with a flurry of his own right hands! Staggered, CCC is forced backwards into the ropes by the onslaught of blows, and Helms quickly grabs his arm, shooting Mr. Money in the Bank all the way across the ring with an Irish Whip, causing him to rebound back, before Greg spins, knocking ‘Lito down with a hard REVERSE ELBOW SHOT to the face!!

Dazed, shaking his head, Carly stumbles back up, only to be met with a series of CHOPS, backing him all the way across the canvas into the corner. Taking his arm once more, Helms hurls him into the opposite corner, which Carlito hits hard, falling out, and Helms ELEVATES HIM up into the lights with a BIG BACK BODY DROP down to the mat!!

Grimacing in pain and clutching his spine, CCC awkwardly rolls back up, and Helms TAKES HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Helms pounces down for the first cover of the contest!

…1…
… NO!

Mr. Money in the Bank quickly kicks out, drawing a sigh of relief from The Masterpiece at ringside, but it doesn’t last long, as Helms drags him right back up, pressing Carlito against the ropes and lighting him up with some more rasping chops!! The crowd cheers with each shot, before Helms (still wearing his coat incidentally) goes for another Irish Whip. Carlito reverses it and Helms hits the ropes; Carly lowers his head too early though and gets KICKED IN THE FACE!!

The crowd pops, as a dismayed looking Caribbean Cool stumbles backwards into the ropes, clutching his mouth. Enthusiastically, Helms charges straight at his opponent -- only for Carlito to quickly drop down, ELEVATING HELMS OVER THE TOP ROPE -- but Helms, like a cat, LANDS ON HIS FEET!!

Carlito staggers out from the ropes still holding his mouth tenderly, not hearing the cheers of the crowd, not even bothering to turn around and check whether or not his respite is genuine. It isn’t. Helms quickly scurries along the apron, scrambles up the nearby turnbuckle, composes himself, as Masters on the outside yells for ‘Lito to turn around. CCC does -- HELMS WIPES HIM OUT WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK FROM THE TOP, followed by a hook of the leg!!

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The gasps of the crowd reverberate around the Rupp Arena, as Helms frowns slightly, coming so close. Tearing off his jacket, the challenger finally flings it to the outside, before going back on the assault, dragging Carlito up, pressing him into the ropes, and sending him for the ride with yet another Irish Whip. Carly hits the ropes and come back; Helms throws a clothesline but he ducks it, runs into the ropes, leaps up onto the middle rope, and then flies off, DRILLING HELMS WITH A SPRINGBOARD REVERSE ELBOW!!

There are some pops for the unquestionable athleticism of The Man From San Juan, but he’s in no condition to acknowledge them, as he lies on the canvas on all fours, trying to recover. At ringside, The Masterpiece applauds wildly, urging his buddy on. Both young superstars make it back up to their feet at the same time, but it is the hungry Hurricane Helms who acts quickest, shaking off the blow, beating CCC to the punch and laying into him with a few right hands! Backing ‘Lito into the ropes, Helms wastes no time in once again going for the Irish Whip, only for Carly to reverse it. Helms hits the ropes and Carlito throws a clothesline, but Greg races under it, hitting the opposite ropes -- RIGHT INTO A PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK FROM MR. MONEY IN THE BANK!! ‘Lito covers!

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… NO!

Helms quickly scrambles out of the pinning predicament, as Masters berates the referee from outside the ring, getting all hot and bothered. Gritting his teeth together, Carlito drags his opponent back to his feet, taking a handful of Helms’ shaggy long hair, before racing forwards and driving his head against the top turnbuckle hard!! The challenger for the most coveted briefcase in professional wrestling slumps down in the corner, and Carlito Caribbean Cool goes to work, grabbing either side of the turnbuckle and DRILLING Helms over and over again in the gut with hard shoulder thrusts!!

Buckling under the strain, Gregory Helms struggles to breathe, as Carlito ploughs into him … over … and over … and over … and over again, each time his shoulder doing more damage to the insides of the former superhero wannabe. The official berates ‘Lito somewhat, though the arrogant young superstar doesn’t hear a word of it, and instead pulls the wheezing Helms out of the corner, presses him into the ropes one again, before shooting him across the ring into the ropes. Helms rebounds back, but ducks underneath Carly’s wild swipe, only to get caught with a boot to the gut. As Helms doubles, CCC hits the ropes and comes back, connecting with a stinging running knee lift! Greg snaps back up from the impact, and ‘Lito turns, hits the ropes, before uncoiling with a hard south paw clothesline, taking Helms back down! Carlito follows up with a cover.

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…NO!

The crowd pops with relief, as Carlito begins complaining instantly, with Chris Masters on the outside gesturing wildly. Yanking poor Gregory Helms back up to his feet, Carly connects with a few more left-hands, staggering his challenger back against the turnbuckle. ‘Lito pulls Helms back, putting him into position for a vertical suplex. Mr. Money in the Bank lifts him up, not bothering to delay a single second, before SLAMMING Helms down into the canvas, and floating over with an instant cover, hooking both legs!!

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…NO!

Another groan of annoyance emanates from the ringside area, as ‘Piece even threatens to enter the ring himself, until the official warns him away. Masters paces up and down dejectedly, as a frustrated Carlito drags Helms back up to his feet, takes his arm, whips Gregory into the ropes and catches the challenging superstar as he comes flying back, wrapping his arms around the head and neck of the former Hurricane, applying the SLEEPER HOLD, a time tested manoeuvre! Helms begins flailing wildly, searching for some way out of the hold, losing air rapidly, slapping at Carlito’s arm -- but it’s all folly, as CCC has it cinched in tight.

Helms wriggles around his body, manoeuvring his body onto the side of ‘Lito, slithering away, freeing both of his arms. Carly shakes his head with annoyance, as Helms retaliates, hitting CCC with a back elbow to the gut … and another … and another … with the final one finally breaking the grip of Carlito!

With the crowd cheering him on, Helms quickly whirls around, continuing to batter Caribbean Cool with everything he has, rights and lefts, lefts and rights, knocking the former Intercontinental and United States Champion stumbling back into the corner. Taking ‘Lito’s arm, Helms hurls him across the canvas, so that he collides with the far turnbuckle, before following in -- but Carlito GETS A BOOT UP, knocking Helms down!!

Sensing his opportunity, the wind knocked out of the crowd, Carlito quickly nips up to the top turnbuckle, giving Masters an arrogant smirk down below as he prepares to fly -- but Helms is on his feet, and RACES FORWARDS, LEAPS UP, CONNECTING WITH A DROPKICK, CROTCHING CARLY ATOP THE TURNBUCKLE!!

The crowd comes alive, as Carlito’s eyes bulge out of his face in an almost comic fashion, caught in a very uncompromising position. Not even bothering to catch his breath, Hurricane Helms quickly climbs the turnbuckle after his pompous opponent, stepping up to the second rung, placing a hand either side of his head, before LEAPING UP, EXECUTING A PERFECT HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE, FLIPPING CARLITO DOWN TO THE MAT!!!

A HUGE pop greets the athletic manoeuvre, as Carlito lies on his back, arms spread eagled around him, breathing hard, whilst Gregory Helms struggles similarly to drag himself back up to his feet using the ropes. The Masterpiece holds his head in his hands at ringside, as a slight “LET’S GO HELMS” chant begins in Lexington and the official throws his hands up into the air…

ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN… {Carlito rolls over onto his hands and knees}…EIGHT…NINE… {Helms pushes himself up}

…Back up to their feet, CCC is the first to react, lunging with a panicked left-hand, which Helms ducks easily, before coming back with a flurry of his own strikes, taking Carlito back into the ropes. He quickly goes for the Irish Whip, but Carly reverses it and it’s Helms who hits the ropes -- LEAPING UP, TAKING CARLITO DOWN WITH A FLYING FOREARM!!!

More cheers greet the almost HBK-like execution from Gregory Helms, as Chris Masters throws and absolute bitch fit at ringside, and Mr. Money in the Bank flops around like a dying salmon on the canvas. As Carlito stumbles back up to his feet dazedly, Helms backs up, bounces off the ropes, races forwards, hooks his arm through that of ‘Lito, looking like he’s either going for a backslide or some kind of crucifix pin, but instead spins it around, hooking both arms with his back adjacent to Carlito’s own, before DRILLING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH HIS INVERTED UNPRETTIER-LIKE MANOEUVRE!!! He hooks the leg!

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…THR-NO!!

The closest fall of the match is greeted with the loudest groans of the match, as Mr. Money in the Bank just gets his shoulder up at the last possible second. Holding his head, Helms quickly pulls Carlito back up to his feet, presses him into the ropes, shoots him across the ring, lowering his head slightly too early, and ‘Lito makes him pay with a KICK to the face!!

Helms staggers around the ring clutching his cheekbone, as CCC quickly races up, spinning him the opposite way around, back facing Carly. ‘Lito grabs him by the shoulders -- LOOKING FOR THE BACKSTABBER -- but Helms quickly races backwards, SQUASHING Carlito against the turnbuckle!

The crowd pops, as Helms moves out of the way, still staggering around groggily, holding onto his face, covering his eyes as though he can’t see. Carlito falls down to the canvas on his back breathing hard. Helms steps in front of ‘Lito, trying to keep himself up … before HE FALLS DOWN TO THE CANVAS … HEAD LANDING ON CARLITO’S GROIN!!!

The crowd goes CRAZY, popping and laughing hysterically, while Carlito convulses on the canvas in agony, hands clutching his valuables. Having seen enough, CHRIS MASTERS leaps up onto the apron holding the MITB briefcase, trying to get into the ring. The official cuts him off though, turning his back on the action, just as Carlito REACHES INTO HIS TRUNKS, SLIPPING A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKS ON BEHIND THE REF’S BACK. Breathing hard, ‘Lito waits for Helms to get up, which he does, and then waits for him to turn around, which he does. The Caribbean superstar LUNGES WITH HIS BRASS KNUCKS -- BUT HELMS LEAPS UP, AND WIPES CARLITO OUT WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!

A stunned Carlito barely makes it back up to a knee, as Helms quickly shoots off the ropes, TAKING ‘LITO’S HEAD OFF WITH THE SHINING WIZARD!!! THIS IS IT, COVER!!


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MASTERS HAS THE REFEREE DISTRACTED!! Thunderous boos fill the building, as Helms swears loudly, rolling off of Carlito and storming over to the official, trying to drag him away from the apron -- CARLITO COMES FROM BEHIND -- but Helms has no clue, simply going for Masters, and STEPS AWAY, CAUSING CARLITO TO BLAST THE REFEREE IN THE FACE!!!

Groans go up from the crowd, as Carlito’s momentum takes him right through, stumbling into the ropes, as the official goes down in a absolute daze, and Carly can’t believe what he’s done … until Helms grabs him by his neck, drags him down, spins, AND DRILLS HIM WITH THE NIGHTMARE ON HELMS STREET!!! Helms quickly scrambles over to the ref…

But CHRIS MASTERS IS IN THE RING, the Money in the Bank briefcase now lying on the ground, with his arms raised, and HE GRABS HELMS, TRYING TO LOCK HIS FINGERS AND CINCH IN THE MASTERLOCK -- LOW BLOW FROM HELMS, AS HE FLICKS HIS HEEL UP, CATCHING ‘PIECE UNAWARES!!!

The crowd pops loudly at the sight of the narcissistic pretty boy, the muscular Masterpiece’s eyes open wide, as his face turns a beet red, he grabs his family jewels, drops down to the mat … and rolls from the ring. Helms staggers backwards, smirking slightly -- CARLITO BLASTS HIM RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH THE MITB BRIEFCASE, KNOCKING HIM SPRAWLING TO THE CANVAS!!!

Caribbean Cool doesn’t waste a single second, as he tosses the briefcase to the outside, alerts the dazed official, lifts Helms back up, grabs him by his shoulders, leaps up, AND DRILLS HIM WITH THE BACKSTABBER!!! The heat is truly deafening as Carlito covers Helms, hooking the far leg!

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… THREE!!!


Winner - AND STILL THE HOLDER OF THE MONEY IN THE BANK CONTRACT - CARLITO via pinfall @ 11:25.

Some impressive heat greets the result, as Carlito has his hand raised by the referee and Helms lies motionless. Grinning, ‘Lito frantically snatches his briefcase from the official and crawls from the ring, looking mightily pleased with his evening’s work.

Joey Styles:
I -- I don’t believe this! For the second straight pay-per-view, Carlito has screwed his opponents out of the Money in the Bank contract! Greg Helms had this thing won time and time again, and if it wasn’t for that damn Chris Masters, he would have!

Jonathan Coachman:
How do you know that, Joey!? Are you psychic!? No? I didn’t think so. See, The Coach calls it the way it is, and the way this is, is that try as he might, Gregory Helms just couldn’t get the job done here tonight against the future of this business, Triple C himself, Caribbean Cool, so quit whining about it.

Jim Ross:
Baloney! Would you listen to yourself, Coach? You know damn well that Carlito just got his butt whooped like a government mule and instead of doin’ the honourable thing, his idiot buddy, The Masterpiece stuck his nose in and screwed young Helms. It’s just not right.

Collecting his associate from ringside, ‘Lito and a very sore Chris Masters make their way back up the ramp, still holding the MITB briefcase between them, laughing and joking all the way. Inside the ring, the official helps Gregory Helms sit up, checking the back of his head for signs of blood. Hand of his eyes, the fiery youngster grits his teeth together and shakes his head ruefully … the opportunity of a lifetime just stolen away from him.


***

Backstage, one of the challengers for the Women’s title, Victoria, puts the finishing touches to her attire for the evening, pulling on her final elbow pad, before turning to face the nearby mirror. Taking a deep breath, Vicky cracks her neck from side-to-side, bouncing on her toes, clearly feeling the pressure ahead of another must win match in her quest to recapture the gold.


***

LEGEND MAKING WRESTLEMANIA MOMENT - VI - IN ONE OF THE BIGGEST MATCHES OF ALL TIME, INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR DEFEATS THE WWE CHAMPION HULK HOGAN.

*Banner Credit; Bradley*
The VP then ends with the graphic for WRESTLEMANIA XXIII - APRIL 1ST 2007 – THE SHOWDOWN IN MOTOWN, OF DETROIT, MICHIGAN.



***

*Split Screen*

Pacing up and down his locker room like a caged beast, ‘Mr. Monday Night’ Rob Van Dam waits impatiently for the most important match of his life and the fate of more than just himself resting on his shoulders.

On the opposite side, the largest athlete in the world, the seven-feet tall, five-hundred pound Big Show admires the size of his massive fists, smiling.



***


*SEXY LAUGHTER*



***TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL***


Lexington delivers a very strong but also a very mixed reaction, as the blonde bombshell herself, the REAL Women’s Champion
TRISH STRATUS, storms out onto the stage looking all fired up. After a brief pause, the dominant diva heads right for the ring, teeth gritted with intensity.



Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Women’s Championship!! In this contest there will be No Disqualification and No Count Outs!! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario … she is the WWE Women’s Champion … TRISH STRATUSSSS!!!


Trish rolls into the ring, not even bothering to pose for her fans, but instead just bouncing off the ropes and getting warmed up for the huge match. Pulling at her elbow pads furiously, Stratus appears impatient for proceedings to get underway, stepping towards the ropes and gesturing wildly with her arm.


Joey Styles:
She may be the real WWE Women’s Champion, but tonight, just like ever since WrestleMania, Trish Stratus is without her championship belt; a belt that was stolen from her on that fateful night by a woman we haven’t seen since.

Jim Ross:
You said it exactly right, Joey; Mickie James betrayed her former friend and mentor at WrestleMania, stealing her title after acting as the official in that match, and Ms. Stratus has been baying for her blood ever since.


“I AIN’T A LADY TO MESS WITH”



***DON’T MESS WITH***


Another mixed reaction fills the Rupp Arena, as
VICTORIA marches down the ramp in her red attire, eyes locked fiercely on the ring, as Trish Stratus watches on curiously, still breathing heavily, as her long-time foe approaches.



Lillian Garcia:
And introducing her opponents … first, from Los Angeles, California … VICTORIAAA!!!

Rolling straight into the ring, Victoria steps up, going head-to-head with the raging champion; this thing set to blow at any moment. The referee immediately dives in between the two feisty females before it gets out of hand, with Trish the first to back away, still looking up the ramp.


Jim Ross:
You talk about women with a grudge against Mickie James; that lady right there, the dangerous Victoria, has as one as big as anyone.

Joey Styles:
Mickie took her head off at WrestleMania–

Jonathan Coachman:
Are you two trying to get a date with Trish and Victoria or something? The way you’re sucking up is more embarrassing than what that amateur The King used to do.


*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*



***OBSESSION***


For the first time in almost a month, certainly since WrestleMania, the music of
MICKIE JAMES plays through a WWE arena, drawing a VERY mixed response from the audience, as the unpredictable, unstable, unmistakeable young Diva steps out onto the stage, carrying the Women’s Championship belt … looking terrified.



Lillian Garcia:
(Extremely confused)
And finally … from Richmond, Virginia … MICKIE JA–


Lovely Lillian doesn’t get the opportunity to complete the ring introductions, as Trish Stratus leaves the ring … AND ATTACKS MICKIE ON THE RAMP!!!


Jonathan Coachman:
Hey, c’mon that was uncalled for; the ref better get a hold of this!!

Joey Styles:
Oh my God!!

Jim Ross:
The fight is on!!!


*Bell Rings*



Women’s Championship; Triple Threat Match:
Trish Stratus
defends against Mickie James and Victoria

Causing a stunned Mickie James to drop the title belt on the steel ramp, Trish lays into the young diva with right hands, venting all of her extreme anger! The crowd is very mixed, as the Canadian viciously tosses Ms. James into the crowd barricade, before throwing a clothesline -- which Mickie ducks, catching Trish with a hard knee to the gut, doubling her over! Taking a handful of her former mentor’s gorgeous blonde hair, Mickie, wide-eyed and unstable, leads her the rest of the way down the ramp to the ring area, grabs hold of Trish’s arm, rears back, and sends the Women’s Champion SLAMMING into the crowd barrier!

Trish hits the wall hard, instantly groaning and drawing several “oh’s” from members of the audience, just as Mickie CHARGES WITH A CLOTHESLINE -- Stratus ducks and James hits the wall, spinning back around as TRISH THROWS A CLOTHESLINE -- but Mickie ducks this time, racing away from her pursuer, rolling under the bottom rope, RIGHT INTO THE RING!!

As soon as Mickie leaps up to her feet, VICTORIA CHARGES WITH A CLOTHESLINE -- Mickie smartly ducks under it and comes back with a boot to the powerful diva’s mid-section. With Vickie doubled-up, the bizarre James quickly takes her by the arm and hurls her across the ring with an Irish Whip into the far corner, before RACING in and connecting with a CORNER CLOTHESLINE of her own!!

Victoria’s head snaps back and Mickie immediately grabs hold of her head, pointing to the sky, signalling for the bulldog -- quickly, Vickie shoves her away, RIGHT INTO TRISH STRATUS, who re-enters the ring with a knee to Ms. James’ stomach, before sending her running into the opposite corner across the ring.

As soon as Mickie’s spine slams into the turnbuckle, a manic Trish Stratus charges, screaming as she does so -- but Mickie gets a boot up, catching her right in the mouth, knocking her away -- VICTORIA FLIES IN, CRUSHING MICKIE WITH A CORNER CLOTHESLINE OF HER OWN!! The crowd pops, as a wheezing Ms. James stumbles out of the corner, and Trish SLAPS VICTORIA ACROSS THE FACE!!

“OH’s” echo out around the arena, as Vickie’s head snaps backward -- BUT MICKIE SLAPS TRISH RIGHT IN THE FACE TOO!! Another ERUPTION from the crowd, as a stunned Stratus spins to her right, SLAPPING Victoria for a second time ... before The Black Widow then connects with ANOTHER SLAP TO MICKIE JAMES, continuing the violent circle!! Mickie holds her cheek in agony, scowling petulantly, before thrusting her hand out, LANDING A THIRD SLAP TO TRISH -- WHO IMMEDIATELY DELIVERS ONE TO VICTORIA … WHO LUNGES AT MICKIE -- the youngster ducks under it -- BUT TRISH SLAPS HER ANYWAY!!

Mickie staggers, but Victoria SLAPS TRISH for good measure, allowing the young belt thief to come back with one of her own, SLAPPING VICKIE RIGHT IN THE MOUTH -- but Vick shakes it off, HAMMERING TRISH WITH A HARD SLAP RIGHT AWAY!! Stratus gasps for air, looking to retaliate -- but instead, Mickie lunges forwards, SLAPPING VICTORIA and RAKING HER EYES, before booting Trish!!

Trish clutches her mid-section in pain, as a rabid Mickie James quickly snatches a handful of Vickie’s long raven hair, races forwards and dumps her through the ropes to the outside! Seeing a let up in the onslaught, the Rupp Arena applauds the three women furiously, as Mickie tenaciously makes her way back over to her great Canadian rival, evil intentions running through her head.

After another kick to the mid-drift, Mickie lands a big right hand to Trish’s pretty little face, backing her into the corner -- Stratus FIGHTS BACK with a RIGHT OF HER OWN, but Mickie quickly puts a halt to that, slugging her teacher down. A handful of blonde hair, Mick leads Trish across the ring to the opposite corner, sets her up, takes an arm, and goes for the Irish Whip -- Trish reverses it, and Mickie hits the buckle -- in races Trish, catching a foot to the face!!

Stunned, the Women’s Champion stumbles backwards with her hands covering her mouth, prompting Mickie, seeing her opportunity, to CHARGE out of the corner like a bullet from a gun -- TRISH CATCHES HER, LIFTS HER UP, HITTING A SPINEBUSTER TO HER STUDENT!!! Another BIG pop rips through the building, as Mickie convulses in agony -- but back comes Vickie into the ring, going for Trish.

Grabbing a handful of Trish’s hair, Victoria drags her back up to her feet, teeth gritted with intensity -- BUT TRISH COMES RIGHT BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND OF HER OWN!! Not stunned for long, The Vicious Vixen fires right back with a shot of her own, catching Stratus right in the jaw! The two dominant divas trade blows in the centre of the ring, with Trish eventually getting the better of proceedings, backing Vickie across the ring with a flurry of shots!! After a quick glance over her shoulder, Trish takes her arm, going for the Irish Whip -- Vickie reverses it and Trish goes crashing into the corner -- Vickie performs a CARTWHEEL, into a BACKFLIP, right into a BACK ELBOW, CRUSHING TRISH IN THE CORNER!!!

Despite the crowd “ooing” and “ahing” at her athleticism, Victoria doesn’t become distracted for an instant, her eyes set very much on the prize, as she waits, catching Trish Stratus as she falls out of the corner, scooping her up onto her shoulders in the TORTURE RACK POSITION, bending the glamorous female in half to another mixed reaction from the crowd!! The six-time Women’s Champion squeals () in pain, as Vickie stretches her like an elastic band, bouncing around for a few moments - BEFORE DROPPING DOWN, DRILLING TRISH WITH A BRUTAL ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER RACK DROP, slamming Stratus back down into the canvas unceremoniously!!!

Now the crowd starts to become impressed by Victoria, as she damn-near breaks the Women’s Champion in half. Staggering back up to her feet, she doesn’t even get the opportunity to go for a cover, as MICKIE JAMES rushes in again, laying into her fellow challenger with right hands, backing her right across the ring. Getting Vickie in the corner, Mickie quickly goes for the Irish Whip, only for the much more powerful diva to reverse it, sending Mickie into the corner.

Almost before Mickie can even set herself, in rushes Victoria with a full head of steam – but Mickie gets both her feet up, kicking Vickie away with a powerful thrust, before nimbly vaulting up to the second rung of the turnbuckle, waiting for The Black Widow to turn around, and LEAPING OFF WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK - WHICH CONNECTS!!! As Vickie rolls head over heels across the ring, Mickie manages to pounce on her for the first cover of the contest!

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Though Trish Stratus is nearby, she doesn’t break up the pin, and Victoria has to kick out all by herself. Trish is on Mickie straight away though, pulling her back up to her feet and firing away with right hands! Back comes the plucky (and eccentric) rookie though, slugging Trish right back with some hard shots of her own, before getting the better of the exchange with a sneaky knee to the abdomen, doubling Stratus over. Quickly, Mickie wraps her arm around Trish’s head, letting out a wild SCREAM, GOING FOR THE MICKIE-DT -- but Trish spins out of it, DUCKS A MICKIE CLOTHESLINE, runs, hits the ropes, CUTTING MICKIE IN HALF WITH HER VARIATION OF A SPEAR!!! Trish pops right back up to her feet – SUPERKICK FROM VICTORIA TAKES HER HEAD OFF -- MICKIE COMES OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY ONTO VICKIE, COMPLETELY NO-SELLING THE SPEAR AND ALL THREE WOMEN ARE DOWN!!! Forgetting the stipulations like they always do, the official begins the count…

ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN… {Victoria and Trish begin to clamber up}…EIGHT…NINE… {Mickie hangs off the ropes for dear life}

Somehow the three women are up, and they immediately go back to work, laying into one another in one nasty merry-go-round, with a shot from MICKIE to VICTORIA … “YAAAAAA!!!” … VICTORIA to TRISH … “YAAAAAA!!!” … TRISH to MICKIE … “YAAAAAA!!!” … MICKIE to VICTORIA … “YAAAAAA!!!” … VICTORIA to TRISH … “YAAAAAA!!!” … TRISH to MICKIE … “YAAAAAA!!!” …. MICKIE to VICTORIA … “YAAAAAA!!!”… VICTORIA to TRISH … “YAAAAAA!!!!” … TRISH to MICKIE … “YAAAAAA!!!” Mickie suddenly EXPLODES WITH A FLURRY -- but she’s swiftly cut off, as Vickie and Trish both have the same idea, CLOTHESLINE MICKIE DOWN TO THE CANVAS AT THE SAME TIME!!!!

The Rupp Arena EXPLODES after this fatiguing exchange from the glamorous trio, as Mickie goes down hard, rolling towards the ropes, whilst Vickie, seeing Trish temporarily distracted, RACES IN -- WHEELBARROW COUNTER FROM STRATUS -- VICTORIA IS LIFTED UP INTO THE AIR, AND DRILLED FACE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH SICKENING IMPACT!!!! Another great pop fills the building, as Vickie’s head smashes into the mat, snapping up dangerously, before crumpling back down. Quickly tossing the women’s long legs off of her, Trish rolls her over and makes the cover.

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VICKIE KICKS OUT!!! The crowd delivers a very mixed reaction, with instantly throwing her head in her hands miserably, glowering at the poor official with disgust. Victoria crawls away painfully towards the ropes, as we see Mickie James making her way back up to her feet.

Catching Trish off-guard, Mickie races over, spinning her former mentor around and unloading on her with some hard shots, taking her all the way into the ropes!! Quickly snatching up Trish’s smooth arm, Mickie tries to send her for the ride with the Irish Whip -- but Trish reverses it and Mickie is the one who hits the ropes. Trish TOSSES MICKIE INTO THE AIR, perhaps looking for a BACK BODY DROP – but Mickie LANDS ON HER FEET BEHIND TRISH -- SLAP TO THE FACE FROM MICKIE!!! TRISH IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT, AND MICKIE GRABS HER HEAD, LOOKING FOR THE MICKIE-DT ONCE AGAIN -- VICTORIA CLOTHESLINES HER DOWN OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Another gasp of breath rushes out of the collective audience, as Mickie gets flattened, and a fuming, firing Victoria has hold of her. Pulling her up, Vickie stuffs her head between her legs, flips her up, IN POSITION FOR THE DREADED WIDOW’S PEAK -- but Mickie SLIPS OUT OF IT, applying a rear waistlock of her own, which Vickie quickly elbows free of, turns, hits the ropes -- MICKIE THROWS A CLOTHESLINE -- VICKIE POWERS THROUGH IT - AND TAKES MICKIE DOWN WITH A HARD SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!

Another outpouring of cheers in appreciation of Victoria’s incredible power, as she barrels right through the smaller Mickie James, and all three women try to recover their senses. Mickie drags herself up in the corner and VICKIE CHARGES -- NOBODY HOME, as Mickie side-steps her and races into the opposite corner, CARTWHEEL, RIGHT INTO THE MONKEY FLIP TO TRISH STRATUS, SENDING HER HEAD OVER HEELS!!!

The crowd pops, but the energetic Ms. James isn’t done yet, as she turns, races back across the ring, DUCKING Victoria’s wild clothesline, stopping herself at the turnbuckle and delivering a swift BACK KICK to Vickie’s mid-section, before turning, sprinting -- VICTORIA SHOWS HER INCREDIBLE STRENGTH, ALLEY-OOPING MICKIE RIGHT OVER HER HEAD -- CHICK KICK TO A MID-AIR MICKIE FROM TRISH STRATUS, WIPING HER OUT!!!!

As the ”OH’s” and “HOLY SHIT” chants begin around the arena, Trish quickly whirls around in search of a cover and a victory -- Victoria grabs her, elevates her up, before quickly dropping her, swinging her around, and PLANTING THE WOMEN’S CHAMPION WITH THE SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!!!

Victoria is definitely winning the crowd over tonight, as she receives another tremendous ovation for an incredible display of strength and power. But she isn’t finished yet. Oh no. Having disposed of Stratus, Vickie heads over to the groggy Mickie James, still struggling after that Chick Kick, throwing her head between her legs, and elevating her right up into the lights, flipping her backwards, so that she is in perfect position for the WIDOW’S PEAK -- NO, MICKIE SUDDENLY FLIPS FORWARD, ROLLING VICKIE UP WITH A FLIP CRADLE!!!!

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VICTORIA NOT ONLY KICKS OUT, but she MAINTAINS HER HOLD ON POOR MICKIE JAMES, MUSCLING THE RELATIVE NEWCOMER BACK UP OVER HER SHOULDERS IN POSITION FOR THE CRIPPLING WIDOW’S PEAK ONCE MORE – AND THIS TIME SHE NAILS IT CENTRE OF THE RING, FOLLOWED BY A COVER!!!!

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TRISH JUST BREAKS IT UP!!!

A gasp and a groan is heard throughout the Rupp Arena, with some cheering for Stratus, and others booing, disappointed that the extremely impressive Victoria wasn’t able to capture the belt right there and then.

Trish slugs Vickie, applies the headlock and rushes towards the ropes, SPRINGING OFF -- GOING FOR THE STRATUSFACTION -- but Victoria turns the tables, DUMPING TRISH WITH AN AMAZING OVERHEAD RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!! Trish hits the deck hard and a heavily breathing Victoria signals that the end is nigh, steps out onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle.

Victoria steadies herself atop the turnbuckle, her back to the ring, before she flies off with the MOONSAULT -- BUT TRISH ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, AND VICKIE CRASHES AND BURNS!!

Groans and “OH’s” tremble through the building, as a frantic Trish Stratus finally spies her opportunity, dragging Vickie up, grabbing the headlock, running towards the ropes, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THEM – AND DRIVING VICTORIA DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FEARSOME STRATUSFACTION!!!!

The crowd ROARS, as Trish quickly flips Vickie over for the pin -- WAIT, MICKIE JAMES SUDDENLY RUSHES UP BEHIND TRISH, ROLLING HER UP IN A SCHOOL BOY!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!THREE!!!!!!!!!!!


WINNER - AND NEW WOMEN’S CHAMPION  MICKIE JAMES @ 11:53.

MICKIE STEALS THE TITLE … FROM RIGHT UNDER TRISH’S NOSE!!! In her first appearance since WrestleMania, Mickie now has LEGAL ownership of the belt!!

Jim Ross:
Aw dammit, dammit, I don’t believe this!!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Ha-ha, I’ve been saying it all along, fellas, and it’s finally happened; Mickie James has surpassed her mentor and become the dominant diva in the WWE!

Joey Styles:
After holding the belt hostage for almost a month since her disgusting display at WrestleMania, Mickie James has screwed both Trish Stratus and Victoria out of the Women’s Championship! She had the tights and she had the ropes, and now she’s acting as though she just won an Olympic Gold Medal!

Grabbing the title belt, Mickie is out of the ring in a flash, scurrying back up the ramp with the referee in hot pursuit, trying desperately to raise her hand. Meanwhile, down in the ring, a stunned Trish Stratus stays on her knees, flabbergasted

Jim Ross:
Trish Stratus has been a different woman since having her belt stolen from her in property only at WrestleMania, but now that it’s been stolen from in name too now, what effect will this have on the young Canadian?

Jonathan Coachman:
Oh goody, does this mean even MORE whining from Ms. Stratus?

Mickie pauses at the top of the ramp to hold the belt up close to her face, gazing at both it and down at the ring, with the camera closing in on her wild features.


***

As we go backstage once more, it’s a bit of a different sight to the one we saw earlier of Kurt Angle, as the ‘Doctor of Thuganomics’ John Cena stands in a shadowy part of the building, dressed in his combats, shadowy boxing furiously, looking as determined as we have seen him in a long time.


***

Elsewhere, Todd Grisham stands by, microphone in hand.

Todd Grisham:
Good evening, everyone. My guests at this time … (rolls his eyes) … The Spirit Squad.

Uh oh. Out of seemingly nowhere the interview area is filled by five excitable young men, as Johnny, Kenny, Mikey, Nicky and Mitch, The Spirit Squad, all dressed to compete, leap into screen shot doing kung fu moves and waving their AIR HORNS~

Todd Grisham:
Uh, guys, in just a few moments you will be challenging the World’s Greatest Tag Team for the World Tag Team titles in a Five-On-Two Handicap Match. What are your thoughts heading into this match?

Mitch breaks away, strolling up to the stick.

Mitch:
Well, (gives us some awesome air quotes) “Todd”, if that is your real name, our (hey, more air quotes) “thoughts” are pretty easy for ya’ll to understand.

Giggling from the other members.

Mitch:
See, what ya’ got right here (pointing all around him) is a team o’ winners. You hear that, poindexter? Winners, not losers. We ain’t in it to be runners up or second best. We’re in it … to win it, an’ that’s what our record says.
Listen and learn, boys n’ girls. Firs’ night in this company, hand-picked by ma’ boy Jonathan Coachman and the greatest businessman in professional wrestlin’ Mr. Eric Bischoff, we beat up and we beat down John Cena, an’ then-then in our first match in this place -- hey, guess what? We won the World Tag Team Championships quicker than ya’ll can gimme a “Spirit Squad.”

Cue a “SPIRIT SQUAD” from the other four members, as Mikey sidles up.

Mikey:
Hey, (putting his arm round Grisham) don’t be a hater, Toddy, learn to (makes a marquee in the air) GET WITH THE PROGRAM, strike while the iron’s hot, jump on the old bandwagon, y’know!? And this bandwagon’s rolling, Todd, it’s rolling faster than a speeding bullet towards those tag team titles. This iron’s SCORCHIN’, Todd, it’s so hot right now it’s probably hard not to get burned just standing next to us right now. This program ain’t changing for a long time, buddy boy.

There is quite a lot of laughter from the audience for Mikey’s crap.

Mikey:
We tried to play nice. We tried to be your friendly neighbourhood Spirit Squad and help a fellow tag team in need, but Charlie Farce, Shelton Break ‘em in … your loss, ladies.

Getting high-fives, Mikey turns around as a smirking Kenny takes his turn.

Kenny:
Numero uno, (leaning into the mic comically) Tony Schiovane, when it comes down to it, me and the boys -- we don’t need to have any “thoughts” on our match tonight, ‘cause when you’re looking at all this talent in your favour … what’s there to think about? It doesn’t matter if it’s (holds up his palm) FIVE against TWO, or TWO against TWO, understand, HAHA!!
Haas and Benjamin have been living on borrowed time, and now the chicken’s come home to roost, fellas, and you’re gonna get yourselves a nice dose of spi–

Stopping abruptly, Kenny looks off camera uncertainly, before smirking a little. The camera pans around … to show Armando Alejandro Estrada, hat, shades and all, making his way through the team to shake hands with them all…

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
‘Ey, me amigos, on behalf of Señor Bischoff and myself, I just wanted to wish ju good luck…

Kenny and the others all smirk as Estrada turns to walk away…

…before he turns back to the group and takes off his shades.


Armando Alejandro Estrada:
(Smirking)
…ju’re going to need it.

Armando pops his shades back on, smirks, and leaves, while The Spirit Squad and Grisham look on, bemused.


***

In another part of the building the WWE Intercontinental Champion Shelton Benjamin puts the finishing touches to his pre-match routine, holding an ice pack against the back of his neck, wincing with every movement. Soon enough, Charlie Haas walks over to Shelton, raring to go, with his tag team title belt around his waist. He looks at Benji probingly, but his partner doesn’t seem all that ‘with it’.

Charlie Haas:
You sure you’re okay?

Shelton Benjamin:
Look -- look, whether I am or I’m not, it’s not like I’ve got much choice is it? We really gonna forfeit these (holds up his tag belt) things?

Shaking his head, Benjamin turns back around. Haas’ face is riddled with guilt.

Shelton Benjamin:
(Softly)
I’ll be fine.

Charlie Haas:
Shel … I-I just thought we agreed we weren’t gonna hold anythin’ back, is all. Y’know, may the (strangled voice) best man win and all that jazz?

Lifting his head up a bit, Shelton, now ready to go to war, turns back round to face his partner and best friend. The tension is thick as butter.

Shelton Benjamin:
But the best man didn’t win, Charlie … (heads out of the room)I did.

Haas stares after his partner, eyes cold.

Charlie Haas:
(Muttering)
Got that right.

***

Video package plays on the World Tag Team Championship Match, focusing on Benjamin’s success, Haas’ lust for singles gold, The SS’s mission to be the best, Bischoff’s machinations against the WGTT, and the all-consuming tension between partners Haas and Benjamin.


***


“KENNY … JOHNNY … MITCH … NICKY … MIKEY … AND WE ARE … THE SPIRIT SQUAD!!!”



***SPIRIT***


Heat engulfs the arena as the moronic, pompous, immature, ridiculous, but oh so entertaining #1 Contender’s to Raw’s tag team titles,
THE SPIRIT SQUAD, bound out onto the stage excitedly, dressed in their gaudy green and white attire, waving their horns in the air, before dancing on down.



Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is a FIVE ON TWO HANDICAP MATCH, and it is for the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first … the challengers … the team of, KENNY, JOHNNY, MITCH, NICKY AND MIKEY … THE SPIRIT SQUAAAAAD!!!!


Mikey yanks out a trampoline, while all five members, Kenny, Johnny, Nicky and Mitch, run behind one another and jump into the ring athletically via the trampoline, as the fans pour scorn on the brash quintet.


Joey Styles:
These guys could well be the most annoying superstars in the history of professional wrestling, and I’m being serious here; I’ve commentated on some pretty annoying guys, but this team? They-well, let’s just say they take some beating.

Jonathan Coachman:
They take some beating in the ring is what you were getting at I think, Joey, ‘cause there is absolutely NO WAY that my boys are losing another big pay-per-view match after they got screwed at WrestleMania by that biased officiating, no way, José.


***WORLD’S GREATEST***

Lexington ERUPTS into some of the loudest cheers of the night, as the steely duo of Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin,
THE WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM, step out onto the stage, World Tag Team title belts around their waists.



Lillian Garcia:
And their opponents … … weighing in at a combined weight of 483 pounds … they are the World Tag Team Champions … CHARLIE HAAS AND the Intercontinental Champioooooon, SHELTON BENJAMIN… THE WOOOORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM!!!!


Benjamin, holding his back gingerly, chooses to roll into the ring under the bottom rope, while Haas storms into the ring, sending The ‘Squad scurrying to the outside to “talk tactics”, as they shout at J.R and Styles.


Jim Ross:
Looks like someone’s got a case of the liver tale.

Jonathan Coachman:
Shut up, J.R, my guys are doing what all great teams do: they’re talking strategy. Take a look at Haas and Benjamin, are they talking strategy? No. One of ‘em’s pacing around the ring like a mad man and the other can barely stand.

Joey Styles:
Well, that remains to be seen, Coach; I think Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas are a lot tougher than anyone’s giving them credit for.


*Bell Rings*




World Tag Team Championship; Five-On-Two Handicap Match:
World’s Greatest Tag Team
defend against The Spirit Squad
{All members of the Spirit Squad are eligible; if any one of them pins either Haas or Benjamin, he will win the World Tag Team Titles for his entire team}

The bell tolls throughout the arena, as Charlie Haas - having wisely ordered his partner onto the apron - and Nicky, the two men who will be starting this thing, muse in their respective corners. Holding both title belts in his hands, the referee, Chad Patton, heads over to the challenger’s side of the ring to hand the gold to the timekeeper, brushing past Nemeth in the process-- Nicky SNATCHES ONE OF THE TITLE BELTS out of the official’s grip, while Haas talks tactics nonchalantly with Shelton. Before the Intercontinental Champion can properly warn is unsuspecting partner, Nicky LUNGES manically, DRILLING HAAS IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH THE GOLD!!!

As boos rain down from the rafters, Haas’ body hits the deck and Shelton Benjamin, instinct directing his weary body, looks to enter the ring -- WHACK!! KENNY SLAMS A STEEL CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS THE SPINE OF THE INERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION from the floor below, knocking him off the apron, and giving Chad Patton no choice but to throw this thing out!!!


Winners - and STILL World Tag Team Champions -- The World’s Greatest Tag Team via DQ @ 0:27.

A mixed reaction greets the result, pleased that the titles remain with the World’s Greatest Tag Team, but disgusted by the actions of The Spirit Squad, who remain in the ring rather arrogantly, arguing with the official.

Joey Styles:
What the hell-what did they do that for?!?!

Jim Ross:
What a bunch of -- hey, where’re you goin’?!

What(or who)J.R is talking to is The Coach, who has whipped off his headphones, scurried over to the referee (who is retrieving the belts), the timekeeper, and Lillian Garcia, yelling at them frantically and showing them a note from his pocket, pointing out several things, until Lillian shakes her head, and slowly raises the microphone again…

Lillian Garcia:
Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by Jonathan Coachman that, by order of General Manager Eric Bischoff, this match WILL continue, and there will be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!!

Once again Lexington just doesn’t know how to react to this, delivering another confused reaction, as a smug looking Coachman returns to the broadcast position to disgusted looks from his two colleagues, while back in the ring, as Haas remains sprawled out on the canvas, The Spirit Squad tell the referee to “hurry your ass up”, as he calls for the bell.

With Charlie Haas still barely able to even make it up to his hands and knees, still suffering from the affects of that brutal belt shot to the back of the skull, the rest of the ‘team’ clap their hands excitedly and go to work outside the ring, with Mitch pulling out … A TRAMPOLINE at the foot of the ramp, and Mikey backs up the ramp. Muscling Haas up, Nicky gets him in position, as Mikey charges down the ramp, jumps, SPRINGS off the trampoline, flies over the ropes, TAKING HAAS’ HEAD OFF WITH A HUGE BULLDOG!!!

His head crushed down into the canvas, Charlie’s body bounces backwards into the air limply, lying on his back, arms and legs spread eagled, as the crowd boos the theatrical quintet; with Mitch, Kenny, Mikey and Johnny all sticking their hands out for Nicky, the legal man, to step up onto, which he does, and they raise him up high into the air … before they HURL HIM UP INTO A SHOOTING STAR PRESS, CRUSHING HAAS DOWN BELOW!!! As the other four cheerleaders begin premature celebrations, Nicky hooks both legs, as a disgusted Chad Patton makes the count.

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At the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND, Charlie Haas pops his shoulder off the mat, keeping the title belts with his team for now, receiving a STRONG pop from the stunned audience. As the rest of The Squad blow a gasket out on the apron (so they respect some rules?) Nicky scowls furiously at the official, gobsmacked, pounding the ground with his fist and getting right in Patton’s face, “C’mon, Sally, do you damn job” he yells petulantly. Red in the face with fury, he storms over to his corner and slaps hands with Kenny, bringing the blonde-haired twenty-year-old into the match. Snarl on his barely post-pubescent face, Doane rushes over to the corner where Haas is trying to recoup, grabs hold of the top rope, leaps into the air … and DRIVES both feet down into the champion!!

Haas groans with pain, still unable to catch either his breath or a break following that heinous belt shot in the opening seconds -- while outside the ring our cameramen do a sterling job of updating us on the condition of Haas’ partner, the Intercontinental Champion Shelton Benjamin, who hangs off the crowd barricade clutching his back, breathing heavily, and being patted on the shoulder by overzealous fans in the front row. Meanwhile, back in the squared circle, Kenny quickly drags Haas back up to his feet, leads the weary All American to the centre of the ring, drops his shoulder, throws ‘Chaz’ into the ropes, LEAPS into the air, FLATTENING the current tag team champion with a reverse elbow right to the face!! Sensing victory, Ken quickly makes another cover.

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“DAMN IT, REF!!!” Doane smacks his hand three times, showing Patton how to do it, before heading back across the ring, tagging in Johnny, who springs over the top rope enthusiastically, following Doane back over to Haas. Lifting the former Seton Hall alumni up to his feet, the two men who represented ‘Squad at WrestleMania, Kenny Doane and Johnny Jeter, take an arm each, before sending him across the ring into the far corner. Positioning himself right in front of Haas, Kenny nods, and Johnny SPRINTS in -- as Kenny performs an ALLEY-OOP THROW on him, SENDING HIM RIGHT DOWN ONTO HAAS WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!! Doane leaves the ring, as Haas flops down to the canvas, and Jeter makes another cover.

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Haas quickly pops his shoulder up once more, drawing a groan from Johnny, who wraps both hands around the throat of the multiple-time tag team champion, trying to throttle the life out of him; throwing in a few right hands for good measure. At the official’s behest, Jeter clambers off Charlie, dragging him back up to his feet, head locked up in a front chancery, before dragging him over to his team’s corner, where the rest of The Squad wait like baying jackals. As Johnny keeps Haas set in the corner, Mikey tags himself in and enters the ring, immediately putting both the boot and bad-mouth to the man who slapped him three weeks ago.

Across the ring, having finally made it back up onto the apron, an incensed Shelton Benjamin looks eager to get his hands on whoever struck him from behind and tries to get into the ring. The referee cuts him off immediately, turning his back on Squad’s corner, WHERE ALL FIVE MEMBERS GET IN A FLURRY OF CHEAP SHOTS ON A HELPLESS CHARLIE HAAS, getting huge heat!!

As Haas collapses down to the mat, Shelton finally sees the error of his ways, reluctantly stepping back out to the apron. Mikey continues to get right in the face of Chaz, really rubbing it in, before LEAPING high into the air, and DRIVING his knee right into the throat of Haas! Charlie tries to roll away to recuperate, but Mikey swiftly holds his arm fast, reaching out and tagging in Kenny. In comes Doane, along with Nicky, and the two cheerleaders lift Haas back up to his feet, each taking an arm, push him into the ropes, before sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip, and catching him on the way back, LIFTING HIM UP AND DUMPING HIM WITH A TWO-MAN FLAPJACK!! Nemeth leaves and Doane covers.

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Haas kicks out again!! Lexington shows its approval, but the five men in green and white howl in dismay, whilst an extremely frustrated Kenny Doane snarls in the direction of the official, before dragging Haas’ head up in the seated position and ruggedly snatching him in a rear chin lock, trying to wear him down. Haas’ arms hanging loosely by his side, completely shattered by what he’s had to endure tonight already, whilst the similarly afflicted Shelton Benjamin watches on anxiously from apron, trying to spur his partner to victory.

His teeth gritted like a pit-bull, Kenny yanks back hard on Haas’ head, sapping the life out of the technical wrestling wizard. Around the arena the thousands in attendance begin to rally behind their hero, starting a “LET’S GO CHARLIE” chant, much to the chagrin of Doane. The youngest (former) champion in WWE history shakes his blonde head from side-to-side, screaming at the audience to “SHUT UP”, before they can fuel his opponent anymore. But it’s too late. Arms up, Charlie Haas begins to feed off the energy of these great fans, stamping his feet into the mat and actually managing to stagger back up to his feet, still with Kenny’s arms wrapped around his head tightly. Rearing back, Haas hits a series of elbows into the gut of Doane, doubling up and staggering the blonde rookie, finally … BREAKING THE HOLD!! The crowd pops, and a fiery Haas quickly turns, runs, hits the ropes and -- BOTH MEN HAVE THE SAME IDEA, WIPING EACH OTHER OUT WITH SIMULTANEOUS CLOTHESLINES!!! Neither man moves an inch, prompting the official to do the honours…

ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN… {Haas begins to stir in the far corner}…EIGHT…NINE… {Doane uses the referee as a ladder}

…With both men now seemingly up to their feet, the official tries to swat Kenny away from him, but finds himself distracted, turning his back on Haas … ALLOWING MIKEY TO RACE ALONG THE APRON, TAKING HAAS’ HEAD OFF WITH ANOTHER STINGING CLOTHESLINE!!! The crowd ERUPTS into heat, booing the pompous cheerleaders for all they’re worth, as Haas crumples down to the canvas and Doane quickly scuttles over to his corner, tagging in Nicky. Perhaps the most muscular member of The Squad charges into the ring, red in the face, dragging Haas back up in the corner and firing away on him.

With poor Charlie almost forced to cover up, Nemeth has another bright idea, as he quickly turns around and makes the tag to little Mike Mondo. In comes the shortest (but most hilarious) member of the team, taking Nicky by the arm, swinging and sending him across the ring into the ropes with the Irish Whip. Nemeth comes back and Mikey ducks down, ALLEY-OOPING NICKY OVERHEAD ONTO HAAS -- BUT CHARLIE MOVES - NICKY’S HEAD SMACKS THE TOP OF THE STEEL RING POST AND HE TUMBLES TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

“OH” The sound of Nicky’s impact brings the crowd to life … but Haas isn’t going anywhere just yet … as Mikey HAS HIS FOOT -- Haas leaps up, CONNECTING WITH AN ENZIGUIRI RIGHT TO MONDO’S TEMPLE!! Another tremendous ovation rips through the Rupp Arena, as Mikey hits the canvas hard, and Haas begins crawling towards his corner and the outstretched arm of Shelton Benjamin. Despite the cheers of the crowd, Mikey won’t be kept down, and, still holding his head, quickly makes the tag to Johnny Jeter, who immediately POUNCES ON HAAS, preventing the tag to Benjamin once more!! As the boos ring out, Johnny brings Mikey back with him.

With Haas down on his back, Johnny takes Mikey’s arm, sends him into the ropes, CATCHING HIM IN A WHEELBARROW SUPLEX POSITION - LOOKING TO DROP HIM ON HAAS -- BUT HAAS MOVES -- but Johnny quickly catches Mondo in a rear waistlock, preventing him from hitting the ground – HAAS GRABS JETER, BRINGING BOTH MEN CRASHING OVER WITH AN AWESOME DOUBLE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

The Rupp Arena EXPLODES for the incredible manoeuvre, for the amazing power of Charlie Haas, as Mike Mondo (who was thrown the full length of the ring) drops off the apron like a sack of wet cement. Both Haas and Johnny, meanwhile, dig down deep, very deep, taking what feels like an age to roll over onto their stomachs and begin the painful crawl back to their respective corners. Despite taking the German Suplex, Jeter is still slightly the quicker, blindly reaching out and bringing in the bitter Kenny, who comes running in like a freight train, just as Haas makes one final lunge – AND FINALLY MAKES THE HOT TAG TO BENJAMIN!!!

Kentucky BLOWS THE ROOF off the joint, as the Intercontinental Champion flies into the ring for the first time in this match, taking hold of the top rope, leaping up, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE, TAKING OUT THE ONRUSHING KENNY AND JOHNNY WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! The crowd ROARS, as Benjamin is right back up to his feet, knocking Mitch down with a big right hand, before doing the very same to poor Mikey, and then again to a dazed Nicky!! Everyone eats a shot from Shelton!! Mitch races back in bravely, but Benjamin throws a KICK -- only to have his foot caught by Mitchell!! Mitch smiles confidently, talking some moronic trash, as he spins Benjamin around, ONLY TO BE DRILLED WITH THE DRAGON WHIP, WIPING HIM OUT!!!

More THUNDEROUS cheers fill the arena, as the only double champion in World Wrestling Entertainment today quickly pops back up to his feet -- Johnny begins to ascend the far turnbuckle -- CATCHING KENNY RUNNING IN, LIFTING HIM UP, AND DUMPING HIM WITH A HUGE SAMOAN DROP!!! There is no time to cheer the move though, however, as Johnny Jeter is steadying himself atop the turnbuckle, evil intentions running through his mind … until Benjamin NIPS UP TO HIS FEET!!! Shelton suddenly charges forward, AND LEAPS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE IN A SINGLE BOUND!!! It takes a moment or two for the two superstars to get their balance and Benjamin throws his own left arm and quickly wraps it around the neck of Jeter before --- GOING FOR A T-BONE SUPLEX OFF OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE - AND HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!! Shelton hooks the far leg!!

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Mitch breaks it up!!

Tremendous heat grips the arena, as a panting Mitch Mitchell quickly drags the Intercontinental Champion back up to his feet, raining down blow after angry blow, forcing him back into the corner. Taking Benjamin’s arm, Mitch goes for the Irish Whip -- but Shelton reverses it and the cheerleader slams into the far corner. Getting up a full head of steam, Benjamin RACES in -- Mitch gets his feet up in Shelton’s face, staggering him backward. Hands on either side, Mitch quickly nips up to the second rung and LEAPS OFF -- ONLY TO BE CAUGHT in a POWERBOMB POSITION -- BEFORE BENJI SPINS, CHARGES FORWARD AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!

Just like he had done to himself earlier, Shelton Benjamin folds Mitch up like a green and white accordion, failing to notice Mikey staggering back up to his feet -- CHARLIE HAAS RACES FORWARDS, CLOTHESLINING BOTH HIMSELF AND MONDO TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

With the crowd rockin’ and rollin’, Haas is pounced on out on the floor by Nicky, who hammers away on the tag team champion, stomping on his back and trying to reawaken Mikey. Angrily, Nemeth storms over the crowd, leans in, TOSSING a young man aside forcibly, before GRABBING HIS (STEEL) CHAIR, folding it up!! He tells Mondo to hold Haas, which he does, and Nicky rears back with the weapon, LOOKING TO SMASH IT OVER HAAS’ SKULL -- BUT HAAS DUCKS -- NICKY CREAMS MIKEY WITH THE CHAIR INSTEAD, KNOCKING HIM OUT COLD!!!! The crowd EXPLODES, as Mikey goes down in a heap and Nicky, still holding the chair, spins back around angrily -- BAM!!! CHARLIE HAAS SUPERKICKS THE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT BACK INTO NICKY’S FACE!!!!

Lexington is loving every second of this, as two members of the hated Spirit Squad get their comeuppance courteousy of a steel chair outside the ring, leaving Mikey and Nicky in a crumpled heap and very much out of the equation. Back inside the ring, an extremely dazed Kenny stumbles back up to his feet and glances all around him. Johnny? Down. Mitch? Down. Mikey? Down. Nicky? Down. A look over horror comes over his young face, as he realises that he is all alone with Shelton Benjamin!!
The Intercontinental Champion eyes Doane like a piece of meat, slowly walking towards him, while Kenny backs away quickly, holding his hands up in protest … but Benji nods, and Doane spins … to see Haas … before turning back … RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK FROM BENJAMIN … AND THEN INTO ONE FROM HAAS!!!!

Doane’s eyes roll up into his head, and he crumples down to the canvas, with BOTH (Haas adding his weight to proceedings) of his enemies covering him!

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Winners - and STILL World Tag Team Champions - THE WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM @ 12:15.

The Rupp Arena rises to its feet and salutes the duo as a miserable Kenny rolls from the ring tearfully to join his comrades, and Shelton clambers back up to his feet, pumped, to be handed his tag belt by the dazed official, but still wincing with pain. Haas isn’t paying attention, however, facing the other direction, rather arrogantly showing off his single title to the cheering masses…

…and BENJAMIN, pissed … takes a step towards his partner--

???:
(Off screen)
CHICOSA! (Everyone turns) MIRADA’! ESCUCHAME’!!!

The crowd begins to boo loudly as the awesome obnoxious figure of ARMANDO ALEJANDRO ESTRADA emerges onto the stage, dressed in a smart black suit & white shirt, complete with hat and round shades. Confused, remembering the night after WrestleMania, Haas and Benjamin turn to face the Cuban, who waits at the head of the ramp.

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Todos, escuchame’, everybody listen -- haha -- to me! In case ju haven’t heard … MY NAME EES’ ARMANDOOOO ALEJANDRROOOO ESTRRRRRRRADA!!!

Haas and Benjamin do not look amused, neither does the watching audience, but Estrada looks positively giddy with delight as he gestures wildly towards the ring.

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Méra … ées de World’s GREATEST Tag Team … Charlie Haas and Shelton Be’jamin … STILL theé World, Tag, Team, CHAMPIONS!!

Patting their title belts, Haas and Benjamin actually afford themselves each a little smirk, as the crowd pops for their latest conquest. AAE on the other hand, continues to get quite animated.

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
AMIGOS … ju’re time … ées OVER, ées time for CHANGE!! America needs some new heroes … allow me to introduce TO JU … thée men who are going to change theé face of Monday Night Raw, and the ENTIRRRRRRE … Dubyoo’ Dubyoo’ EEÉ.

Stepping forward, the WGTT hold out their arms defiantly, saying, “Bring ‘em out then” to the manic Estrada, showing absolutely no fear. Grinning manically, Armando takes a step back, turning his body slightly toward the curtain.

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
AMIGOS … ask and ju will receive. VIÉJO’S … ju’ve overstayed ju’re welcome!! Éets time … FOR JU TO GO!! {turning his attention to the crowd} LADIES AND JENLE’MEN … LOS NINOS Y LAS NINAS … I GIVE TO JU … THEEEEEEEÉ SOOOONNNNSSSS OF SAAAAAAMMMOOOAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















***VIRTUAL VOODOO***


The Rupp Arena rises to their feet as the rhythmic sound of drums begins to reverberate through the building; while Haas and Benjamin eye sceptically up the ramp. As everyone in the entire arena looks on, Estrada grinning like a mad man, 2 HUGE SAVAGES MEN emerge through the black curtain, their appearance causing the crowd to gasp in shock and the WGTT’s eyes to light up: both men are pushing 400lbs easily; their hair long and braided; bare-chested and bare-footed; adorned merely in green sarongs and black tights; covered from head to toe with savage looking tattoos; bellowing in some nonsensical tongue all the time.

With the slightest inclination of his head, AAE directs the two monstrous men {if one can call them such a thing} down to the ring, and they both dutifully oblige. Arms spread out wide, the savages continue to ROAR like beasts, stomping down the ramp, terrifying those unfortunate enough to be in the first few rows with their cries, “FAAAAAAAA SAMOA!!!” Up in the ring, Haas and Benjamin begin to take this threat VERY seriously indeed, dropping their title belt{s} to the ground and bracing for a fight.


Joey Styles:
“The Sons of Samoa”? WHAT THE HELL!?

Jim Ross:
MY GOD … WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THESE TWO ME -- MONSTERS!?

But the two monsters do not just enter the ring right away; instead one of them walks around to one set of steel steps and the other behemoth heads around to the opposite stairs, circling the ring and the World Tag Team Champions like pieces of fresh meat. Standing before the steps, so-called “Sons Of Samoa” throw their arms in the air, their tongues hanging out of their mouths, “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” before SLAMMING their huge hands down across the steel and stamping up them up onto the apron.

Surrounded, the World’s Greatest Tag Team do the only thing they can do: split up and fight. Haas turns and charges at the beast coming up behind them on the timekeeper’s side, while Benjamin lunges for the savage approaching from the front. They DRILL the monstrous beings with rights and lefts and forearms and chops -- TO NO EFFECT WHATSOEVER!!!
Shelton’s eyes open wide with shock as he is grabbed by the face, before the Samoan wild man delivers a THUNDEROUS HEADBUTT, knocking the Intercontinental Champion head over heels; and across the ring Charlie Haas gets the exact same treatment, put down HARD!!

As Lexington boos loudly, The Sons Of Samoa steps through the ropes, entering a WWE ring for the very first time, their eyes wide and dangerous. Having followed ‘his’ two savages down to the ring, Estrada is up on the apron barking orders and flailing his arms around.

The two monsters drag Haas and Benjamin up to their feet -- BUT THE WGTT FIGHT BACK!! The World Tag Team Champions deliver simultaneous BOOTS to the mid-sections of their assailants, before rocking them with a couple of right hands. Seeing their opening, the All-Americans turn and run into opposite ropes, leaping up -- HAAS GETS DRILLED WITH A SAMOAN DROP … SHELTON IS CAUGHT IN MID-AIR … SWUNG 360 AND DROPPED RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A SPINNING URINAGE SLAM!!!!

“OOOOHHHH!!!!” The sickening impact of the manoeuvres sends a vibration through the crowd, as both Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin are folded up like broken accordions, lying in a pair of heaps on the canvas. AAE clearly is not satisfied yet, gesturing angrily, which the beastly duo seem to understand. Reaching down, one grabs an arm of Haas, the other of Benjamin, and they drag them across the mat to respective corners.

Dropping them down, Charlie and Shelton find themselves helplessly propped up against the bottom turnbuckle, as the Samoan fiends back away to opposite sides. The Rupp Arena buzzes with anticipation and fright at what could possibly be coming next, as both monsters lean back in their different corners, eyeing up their targets, throwing their arms in the air, “AAAAHHHH!!!!” They both charge across the ring and SLAM THEIR BACKSIDES SIMULTANEOUSLY INTO THE HEADS OF CHARLIE HAAS & SHELTON BENJAMIN, CRUSHING THEM AND SHAKING THE DAMN RING!!!!

The arena damn near erupts with the impact of the move, as the crowd chants “Holy Shit” at the top of their lungs, unable to believe he punishment being inflicted upon their heroes. Virtually dead at this point, both Haas and Benjamin crumple back down to the canvas, twitching slightly. Clambering through the ropes, the smarmy Estrada adjusts his collar smartly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fine looking Cuban cigar. Running it under his nose, AAE smells the victory, holding it up to his two savages, who stare at it, transfixed; before Estrada SNAPS it clean in two.

No on else in the entire world knows what the hell this means, but The Wild Samoans clearly do, as they both immediately bend down, grabbing hold of Haas and Benjamin again; one savage holding Haas up by his hair, and the other holding Benji by the back of his neck; holding up their taped, hideously large thumbs, tongues hanging down to their chins: “FAAAAAA SAMOA!!!!” -- BAM!!!! BOTH MEN LIFT HAAS & BENJAMIN INTO THE AIR BY THEIR HEAD AND DRIVE THEIR THUMBS RIGHT THROUGH THEIR THROATS, DAMN NEAR DECAPITATING THEM!!!!

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The World Tag Team Champions are both dropped on their heads from the impact of the blows, crumpled to one side; arms limp beneath them, with a slight trickle of blood now appearing at the corner of their mouths.


Jim Ross:
The World Tag Team Champions have just be DESTROYED by these two monsters!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Oh my -- I know I’ve said some pretty mean things about Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin in the past, but I -- I had nothing to do with this, guys.

Laughing evilly, Estrada scampers around the ring like an excited child, snatching the tag team title belts off the mat and handing them to his monsters.

Jim Ross:
Nobody’s sayin’ that you did, Coach; as much of a jerk as you can be at times, I don’t think even you could have done somethin’ like this. This has the fingerprints of that damn Eric Bischoff all over it. I mean, just take a look at who’s out here “handlin’” these two monsters - it’s Bischoff’s puppet, Estrada.

Joey Styles:
I don’t know if we can say anything for certain right now, J.R, other than that our World Tag Team Champions, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin, after overcoming all the odds tonight, fighting two matches - one against each other - have been completely and utterly ANNINILATED by Armando Alejandro Estrada’s two savage -- savage assassins, in one of the most impactful debuts I have ever witnessed!

Holding the gold in their ‘paws’, the Samoan’s stare down at them, confused, and put the straps in their mouths!! The Wild Samoans throw their arms out wide as they loom over the fallen corpses of The World’s Greatest Tag Team, their statement made loud and clear!!

Jim Ross:
Can we please get some HELP out here?!?!?

We cut away from the ring with Estrada pointing at a dominant tandem …THE MOST dominant tandem that we could ever have seen in the WWE. Armando makes the screaming statement, over the boos of the crowd, that we are looking at the next World Tag Team Champions.


***

After a promo for the new Undertaker DVD, Haas and Benjamin are loaded onto a pair of stretchers and carried from the ring.

***

Elsewhere, Mickie James sits in the doctor’s room … on the bench … eyes closed … holding a bandage to her bloody head with one hand… clutching her new championship with the other … still in shock, as the medics fuss over her…

As Mickie sits on the bed, the camera slowly pans around to reveal Gregory Helms also in attendance. The young and brash fan favourite is leaning against the wall with an exasperated and furious look on his face, as a medic tends to the wound on his forehead. Chavo Guerrero is there too, arms folded, frowning pensively. Helms does not look in the mood for a chat and simply gives Chavito a look that says more than a thousand words ever could.


***

Striding down the backstage hallway with an incredibly smug look on his face, Eric Bischoff is talking on his phone frantically.

Eric Bischoff:
(Arguing)
I understand that, but I -- I still can’t make an exception-

Click. Bischoff hangs up instantly as he catches sight of something as he turns the corner, followed by the camera, revealing to us THE SPIRIT SQUAD BOLTING FOR THE EXIT with their bags over their shoulders, fumbling their car keys in complete terror.

Eric Bischoff:
Where the hell d’you think you’re–

Kenny:
(High-pitched, shrill)
Did you SEE those freakin’ monsters!?

Eric Bischoff:
(Smirking)
Yeah, they, uh, did something you couldn’t do.

You’d think that the five arrogant cheerleaders would be so offended that they’d stop. Actually, they just shake their heads as they continue out of the arena.

Mitch:
We’re outta here.

Bischoff pulls Mikey (the nearest) around.

Eric Bischoff:
Listen to me. You’re not going anywhere; I need you later tonight -- Paul and Show need you later tonight. Those (uses air quotes) “monsters” are on our side, fellas.

Mikey:
(Turning around angrily)
So get them to help you, Mr. Bischoff!

Eric Bischoff:
(Pleading angrily)
Don’t do this to me, guys.

Brushing their boss, the GM aside, Kenny, Johnny, Mikey, Nicky, and Mitch slam through the arena door, making into the dark night, leaving Easy E standing, horrified…

…before seeing some(one)thing and letting out an evil grin.


Eric Bischoff:
(Waving)
HEY! Hey, (hurrying off screen) hey, wait up!


***

A video package plays on the RVD-Show feud, with two different musical themes playing for the two halves of this feud: first half, Big Show becomes Triple H’s ‘Gun For Hire’ at SNME; second half, a violent war between a hot, exciting superstar trying to finally reach the top vs. the rolling monster & his deranged manager, two rabid dogs let off the leash by Eric Bischoff, hell-bent on doing anything & everything to rid the WWE of Rob Van Dam … including the targeting of other superstars.


***

The cage lowers around the ring and the crowd pops, ready for the first half of our double main event. The bell rings…

Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is a STEEL CAGE MATCH!!! (Crowd pops) Now the only way to win is by escaping the cage by either going over the top or through the door, with both feet touching the floor. If Rob Van Dam loses, he is BANISHED from the World Wrestling Entertainment FOREVER!!!

The crowd boos, still not liking those stipulations one bit…


“WELLLLLL … IT’S THE BIG SHOW!!!”

The crowd ERUPTS into outstanding heat, as the curtains part, and out marches
PAUL BEARERfrom the gorilla position, dressed in a grubby black suit, his hair smeared across his forehead, still clutching that burlap sack tight. He turns, smirking, points, as the towering behemoth THE BIG SHOW steps out to join him.


Lillian Garcia:
Introducing first … accompanied down the aisle by PAUL BEARER (heat) … standing over 7 feet tall, and weighing 500 HUNDRED POUNDS … he is THE WORLD’S LARGEST ATHLETE … THEEEE BIIIIG SHOOOOWWWW!!!

Clad in his usual one-strap, black one piece wrestling attire, the giant methodically enters the cage, tugging at the steel mesh a few times to test it’s durability, looking as focused as he ever has before.

Jim Ross:
Call him what you want: a Hired Gun, an assassin, a hit man, a minion, The Big Show and Paul Bearer were recruited by General Manager Eric Bischoff to take out Rob Van Dam; but I don’t even think Bischoff expected this level of the macabre from these two sick, deranged human beings. Some of the things they’ve done have been unforgivable.

Joey Styles:
Under the tutelage of the hideous Paul Bearer, The Big Show has become a walking, talking, living, breathing, 500 pound weapon of mass destruction. He’s taken out Eugene, Maria, Dustin Rhodes, and even his former friend and tag team partner KANE! This -- monster is a deadly, dangerous individual.


*PYRO EXPLOSION*



***ONE OF A KIND***


Almost sprinting, ‘Mr. Monday Night’
ROB VAN DAM bursts out onto the stage to a THUNDEROUS ovation from Lexington. Wearing his red one-piece, RVD looks far less laid back than usual, his ribs still all taped up from his wars with Triple H, and a scowl on his face. As The Big Show stares through the steel at his ‘prey’, Van Dam begins the most important walk of the aisle of his entire career.


Lillian Garcia:
Introducing next, his opponent, from Battle Creek, Michigan … weighing in at 230 pounds … ‘Mr. Monday Night’ … ‘Mr. Pay Per View … and ‘The Whole Dam Show’ … ROOOOB VAAAAM DAAAAMMMMM!!!!


Eyes locked on the beast within the steel structure, RVD stalks around the cage perimeter for a few moments, feeling out the mesh, before quickly, showing off his unparalleled agility, scaling the cage and perching atop it, one leg in, and one leg out. As the crowd goes wild for the most popular superstar in the WWE, Van Dam slowly raises his arms into the air, giving the audience (perhaps the last?) “ROB … VAN … DAM” thumb salute.

Joey Styles:
I’m perhaps better qualified than anyone to say this, but that man right there, Rob Van Dam, is the greatest superstar to have never held either a World Championship. Bar none. Triple H couldn’t take the fact that Rob was on his way to the big one, and tried to take him out. He failed. And now Bischoff’s attack dogs, Big Show and Bearer are going to try to do it permanently.

Jonathan Coachman:
You got that right, baby boy. As much I don’t like how they went about it, the fact is The Big Show and Paul Bearer are doing the right thing. They’re trying to end the career of a no good low life who almost paralyzed Mr. Eric Bischoff permanently. I hope RVD gets what’s coming to him tonight.

Bringing his entire body inside the cage, Rob Van Dam steps down onto the top turnbuckle, before hopping down to the mat, while The Big Show coldly stares straight ahead. The door is fastened shut while the two superstars lock eyes with one another, alone inside the fifteen-foot high prison.


*Bell Rings*




Steel Cage Match:
‘Mr. Monday Night’ Rob Van Dam
vs. ‘The World’s Largest Athlete’ Big Show
(The only way to win is via escaping the cage; if Rob Van Dam loses, he is banished from World Wrestling Entertainment forever)

As soon as the cage door is sealed shut, the camera closes in on the eyes of Mr. Monday Night Rob Van Dam, as they slowly, almost subconsciously, flick over to see senior official Jack Doan locking him inside, alone, with this mammoth of a man. Is that a flicker of nerves across the usually so cool demeanour of Van Dam? It could well be. However, there is no such nerves visible upon the face of The Big Show, almost an entire foot above RVD, as he smirks down on the former ECW Television Champion with a look of complete confidence, which almost says, “Just you and me now.”

Nodding his head slightly, Van Dam backs up a bit, as does The Big Show, and the two men begin the circling game; Big Show adopting his almost Tyson-like boxer stance, that big, deadly right hand out, and RVD … just RACES forwards and SLUGS Show with a right!!

The crowd roars, as The Whole Dam Show well and truly takes it to the big man, catching the seven footer by surprise with his speed and that right hand, even causing Show to stumble a bit. Taking advantage, with every single man, woman and child on their feet, cheering for him, Rob Van Dam begins to vent some of the anger that has been building up inside him for the past month, HAMMERING away on the stunned giant with rights and lefts!! Turning away slightly to weather the storm, Big Show stumbles towards the ropes, but Van Dam isn’t finished with him yet, turning the giant back around and NAILING him with more shots, this time up against the ropes!!

Grimacing with rage, RVD, perhaps foolishly, takes hold of The Big Show’s massive wrist and PULLS, pulls with all his might, just trying to get the ungodly frame across the ring with the Irish Whip. In almost a relieved manner though, Big Show quickly steps through with one tree log-like limb and HURLS Rob across the ring into the ropes. Van Dam hits them, flies back, and Show LUNGES with a BIG CLOTHESLINE -- but RVD uses his quick thinking to avoid the swipe, ducking underneath it, hits the ropes a second time, and comes flying back, just as Big Show turns around, LEAPING UP, and STAGGERING THE GIANT WITH A HUGE FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!

Lexington is loving every single minute of this, as The Big Show staggers around the ring like a lumbering grizzly bear, waving his hands at Mr. Monday Night as if to say “I’m done”, and stumbling towards the cage door. Van Dam, of course, has this well-scouted, watching with his hands on his knees as the giant makes an uncharacteristic bid for freedom. As The Rupp Arena begins to boo, RVD, letting out a little smirk, unravels the black tape from his left wrist/fist, and creeps up behind the behemoth. Seeing the danger, Paul Bearer on the outside takes drastic action, screaming at Jack Doan to “Git’ that door open!”, even pulling at it himself to try and assist his giant’s escape. But as The Big Show begins to lean through the swinging door, Van Dam WRAPS THE TAPE AROUND HIS NECK!!

More ROARS go up from the thrilled audience, as the overwhelmingly popular Rob Van Dam dishes out even more punishment to the man (or monster) who has caused him so much pain and hurt since WrestleMania. Almost transcending the size disadvantage he has, Mr. Pay Per View relentlessly pulls back on the tape, wrapping it TIGHT around Big Show thick neck, TRYING TO CHOKE HIM OUT!!! The former 2-time WWE Champion gasps and wheezes with every strained breath, reaching out with his hands, grasping hold of the steel bars for dear life. On the outside of the ring, Bearer is apoplectic, screaming up a storm as he tries to shove his way past referee Jack Doan, to no avail.

As J.R wisely notes Van Dam’s sound strategy of wearing down the big man, Mr. Monday Night presses the advantage that he has, yanking back hard on the tape so that he rips The Big Show away from the cage, leading him across the ring by the throat. Show looks quite helpless at this point, with Styles exclaiming that for such a big body, he needs an awful lot of oxygen to keep going, and Rob Van Dam is denying him just that. Leading the unsteady giant all the way across the ring, Rob takes him right up to the cage, before ripping the tape away, and DRIVING The Big Show’s head INTO THE STEEL -- BLOCKED!!

A smattering of boos rings out around The Rupp Arena, as the living, breathing mastodon manages to get his hands up just in the nick of time to prevent the first collision of flesh and steel of the contest. RVD tries with all of his might to force Big Show’s head into the metal grating, but the quarter ton beast is just too strong, maintaining the block. Giving up, Rob goes low with one of his famous KICKS, DRILLING Show right in his massive gut, sending him reeling once again, clutching his mid-section. As Big Show staggers backward, Rob grabs his arm, turns him back around, capitalising with a KICK TO THE LEFT LEG, then a KICK TO THE RIGHT LEG, before a KICK TO THE JAW, knocking him into the corner!!

Not only is the crowd rocking, but the Seven Foot, Five Hundred Pounder is rocking, completely caught by surprise by the ferocity of Rob Van Dam’s onslaught. As Paul Bearer runs mops his sweaty brow, RVD follows into the corner on the giant, grabbing either side of the turnbuckle, bending down and CUTTING into Big Show’s abdomen with HARD SHOULDER THRUSTS, first one, then a second, before delighting the crowd with a picture-perfect BACK HANDSPRING, landing in the centre of the ring like a cat, before charging forward and completing the trifecta with a THIRD VICIOUS TURNBUCKLE THRUST, right to the mid section of the dazed mammoth!!

Completely in control, RVD backs away slightly, as The Big Show, after a few seconds, stumbles out from the corner, almost spaghetti leg-like for such a big man, threatening to go down to a knee at any moment, which has Van Dam on tenterhooks and the crowd screaming anxiously. Poised, Mr. Monday Night turns slightly, keeping an eye on the cage door, the ropes, and his opponent at the same time, waiting for the giant to make it to centre of the ring. With the crowd cheering him on, Rob turns, sprints, hits the ropes, comes racing back, arm up and SLAM INTO BIG SHOW WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE!! The impact of the blow almost knocks Van Dam himself down, but his priorities soon change … as the blow hasn’t even staggered the giant.

Shaking away the cobwebs, Big Show gazes down at the stunned ECW Original, an smile almost creeping across his carnivorous lips. Rob Van Dam though, is having none of it, as he races straight by The Big Show, bouncing off the opposite set of ropes, as the giant turns, charges back, CLOBBERING THE SEVEN-FOOTER WITH A SECOND STIFF CLOTHESLINE!!! But once again the mastodon doesn’t budge an inch. Shaking out the numbness of his arm, RVD shakes his head in disbelief, as Show grins, yelling “What now, huh?” right in the smaller man’s face - only for The Whole F’N show to reach up, grab the monster by the head, and RACE TOWARD THE STEEL!!

RVD tries to SLAM BIG SHOW’S FACE INTO THE CAGE -- but the behemoth blocks it for a second time, getting his skillet-like hands in the way, and nailing HEAD BUTT right to the vulnerable cranium, before drawing back and CONNECTING with a Vader-esque BODY SHOT right to the injured ribs and kidneys of Van Dam!!

The danger is all too obvious for the multi-time Intercontinental Champion, as the sheer ferocity of the blow takes him instantly down to his knees in agony, as the boos rain down. Quickly taking advantage, The Big Show raises both of his mighty arms into the air and SLAMS an axe-handle right down across the spinal area of Mr. Monday Night with a second straight nasty shot. The nauseous applause of Paul Bearer outside the cage draws about as much heat as the events inside it, as the - in J.R’s words - “Rotund One” gushes over his client’s recovery, drawing a smirk from the giant.

Backing off slightly, The Big Show takes a moment to regain some of his breath following his less than impressive start to the match, adjusting his straps, as Van Dam tries to pull himself up against the ropes. With a smug gaze upon his usually ornery face, Show sizes his victim up, measures him, snatches up to a leg with one arm, before drawing his big right hand back once again, and SLUGGING the helpless high-flier right in the injured ribs with a Frazier-esque body shot to the busted up ribs.

The Big Nasty Bastard is far from finished, however, as he holds a gasping Van Dam up by his one-piece, gazing around the arena with his mean, furious eyes, before DRILLING Rob in the body with MORE RIGHT & LEFTS HANDS, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, really working over the taped up ribs of Lexington’s hero, drawing gasps of pain from him with each one, until finally Mr. Pay Per View can seemingly take no more an falls down to the canvas.

Turning away from his opponent to preen, Big Show stands in the middle of the ring, amongst the huge steel structure, amongst the flashing lights of cameras, phones and other electronic equipment, a satisfied, psychotic expression covering his face, as DEAFENING heat pours down on him, and Paul Bearer screams wildly at ringside for us to “BA’ DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!!!” Snarling like a lion, Show turns back round to where Rob Van Dam is still down on his front, trying desperately, with every fibre of his being, to crawl away across the mat. Measuring his man, the giant waits a moment, before racing forward and SLAMMING his stony boot down into the ribs of Van Dam.

The pace is slow, the pace is methodical, the pace is just the way The Big Show likes it, and the crowd knows that their hero is in trouble. Groaning hoarsely, Van Dam claws bravely on the canvas for something to take hold of, but within the confined of the Steel Cage, there is truly no escape, and it is not longer before he is set upon by the giant once again, as he grabs a handful of Robbie’s long hair, drags him up to his knees, and DRILLS him with a quick UPPERCUT right INTO THE RIBS, sending RVD straight back down against the ropes from the force, really struggling to get the air into his body. As he lands, the grotesque, smiling face of Paul Bearer is glimpsed through the shimmering bars.

As the boos ring around the sold-out Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky, the career of Rob Van Dam is in serious jeopardy, as The Big Show presses him tremendous advantage. Dragging The Whole Dam Show back up to his feet, Show, as though the 230lb man were nothing but a baby, scoops Rob up into the air with one arm, stepping toward the centre of the ring, turns slowly on the spot, before dropping down, DRIVING RVD’S SPINE AND RIBS DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A THUNDEROUS SIDEWALK SLAM!!!

The very ring is shaken with the impact of the bone-crushing manoeuvre, as RVD moans & groans in total agony, feeling the effect of every blow on his injured ribs, and that one in particular. J.R raises the point that at this point normally, Big Show would be going for a cover, but there are no pin falls in this contest; the only way to win, is to escape. Lumbering back up to his feet, Show watches with sadistic pleasure as Rob tries to crawl away from him, laughing at the tiny ECW Alumni, to some astounding heat; he takes hold of the top rope and STEPS RIGHT ONTO THE BACK OF RVD, all 500lbs of him!!

Pulling back hard on the ropes, Show presses all of his quarter-ton humanity down onto the ribs of Mr. Monday Night, never once taking his eyes off the terrified audience. As Rob gasps and wheezes in agony beneath him, Big Show bellows into the night, “So this is your big hero, huh?!?!”, getting another explosion of heat for his troubles, but a barrage of sycophantic applause from his obese assistant at ringside. Crushing Van Dam’s insides down into the mat, Show lets out a few more low growls of exertion, before finally deciding that enough is enough, and, after a well placed STOMP right to the back of RVD’s head, turning, and marching toward the cage door.

Waving his baseball mitt of a hand for them to open the door, the mammoth seven-footer looks to make the first serious attempt to end this thing and Rob Van Dam’s career, as Bearer screams at Jack Doan to get the cage door open, once again ‘assisting’ the official in the unlocking and opening of the thing, as Show begins to step through the ropes…


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{Boos and screams ring out through The Rupp Arena, AS THE BIG SHOW IS ABOUT TO ESCAPE THE CAGE}
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{-- but from across the ring, wincing from the pain his ribs are giving him, Rob Van Dam, on his hands and knees, manages to make a last ditch lunge, and GRABS HOLD OF THE GIANT’S LEG!!!}
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HE’S OU --
-- NO!

Lexington ROARS, as Big Show howls in annoyance, trying to shake Rob off like nothing more than a stray dog, but Van Dam holds on tight, even after Show POUNDS away on him with right hands, and eventually the giant is forced to bring himself back inside the cage.

The crowd cheers as The Big Show is forced to move away from the door to get a better shot at his pesky opponent. Dropping his elbow down across the back of Van Dam’s skull, the mastodon finally shakes his leg free of Mr. Pay Per View and steps over him. Paul Bearer moans in frustration as the referee shuts the cage door once more, but it doesn’t last for long, as Big Show reaches down, grabs a handful of RVD’s one-piece, yanks him up into the air like a rag doll, wraps his other hand under him, and LIFTS VAN DAM UP OVER HIS HEAD IN A MILITARY PRESS POSITION - BEFORE RACING AHEAD, HURLING HIM INTO THE STEEL CAGE FACE-FIRST LIKE A LAWN DART!!!!

“OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!” Kentucky ERUPTS, collectively feeling the pain of their hero, as Van Dam crumples down to the canvas as only he can, sandwiched between the ropes and the steel mesh in a horrible angle. Boos ring out at the sight of a seething giant standing tall over RVD, but Big Show decides not to waste too much time gloating this time, as he turns, beckoned by a hysterical Bearer, back toward the cage door. Rolling over onto his back, a
BLOODY Rob Van Dam looks to be seconds away from losing his career…


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{Wincing, digging down deep, RVD begins to push himself back up onto his hands and knees, as Paul Bearer exuberantly thrusts Jack Doan aside and yanks open the cage door and waits with open arms for the biggest attack dog in living memory to come and join him}
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{Smirking, The Big Show calmly adjusts his attire, wiping a tiny bead of perspiration from his eye, before ducking down, stepping through the ropes, and beginning to manoeuvre his massive frame out of the structure}
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-- RVD LUNGES AND GRABS HIS LEG!!!

Another EXPLOSION engulfs the crowd, as Mr. Monday Night saves his career for just a little while long. Absolutely furious, The Big Show, with half of his 500lb figure through the ropes, tries to use his size advantage to pull himself through, but Van Dam, showing his grit, guts, and determination, holds on firm, and even manages to drag his bloody frame up a bit, wrapping his arms around Show’s astral torso, trying to drag him back inside.

Growling manically, Big Show has had enough; thrusting his other leg back through the ropes, the giant re-enters the ring, staring down with great annoyance at the bleeding man hanging from his waist. Jack Doan close the cage door, drawing a sigh of “Dammit” from Paul Bearer, until his giant raises a mighty fist into the air and SLAMS it down right across Van Dam’s weakened ribs, knocking him off his mid-section like nothing more than a fly. Instead of posing and preening this time, as soon as RVD hits the mat again, helpless, Big Show pounces on him like a predator!
Instead of taking a handful of Rob’s tights like before, this time Show TAKES A HANDFUL OF VAN DAM’S BANDAGES - HE PROCEEDS TO TEAR AWAY THE TAPING FROM RVD’S ABDOMEN, UNRAVELLING HIM LIKE A MUMMY!!!!

As the crowd boos the disgusting tactics of the giant, they are not the only ones dismayed, as J.R and Styles condemn the actions of The Big Show (Coach loves it though); everyone watching it horror as the mammoth being tears the last of the bandages clean away, sending Van Dam crawling away towards the ropes desperately, trying to avoid more punishment, only to get a BIG KICK TO THE RIBS from the big man, who then proceeds to WRAPS THE TAPING AROUND ROB’S THROAT, CHOKING HIM OUT!!!!

Van Dam’s tongue juts out his mouth comically almost and his eyes bulge out of his head as the roles are reversed from the beginning of the contest, with Big Show now the one tightening the literal noose around the throat of his opponent, wrapping Rob’s neck tight with his own bandages, before WRENCHING BACK HARD, TRYING TO STRANGLE HIM OUT OF THE MATCH!!! Gasping for oxygen, RVD flails his arms around instinctively, searching for something, anything that will get him out of this predicament, and he tries to crawl under the bottom rope, which only gives Show more leverage to work with.

Leaning through the ropes, Big Show uses them to his advantage this time, keeping Van Dam in place as he continues to incessantly throttle him until he finally has had enough; dragging Rob back up from under the bottom rope, he tears the tape away from his throat.

But The Big Show doesn’t dispose of the tape like Van Dam did earlier; instead wraps his vice-like hands around Rob’s wrists (due to his blood loss, RVD doesn’t put up much resistance), forces them down against the middle rope, holding the tape/bandages in his other hand, and BEGINS TO TIE ROB VAN DAM TO THE ROPES WITH HIS OWN BANDAGES!!! Coach marks out for the “Ingenious” of it, while the rest of the building boos with every breath of their body the sight of the human mastodon pinning RVD helpless against the ropes, smeared in his own blood!!

Giving the stranded Van Dam a little sneer, Show clambers back up to his feet and once again throws his arm across, calling for Jack Doan to “Open it” and heading toward the cage door. Desperate screams echo around The Rupp Arena once more, as RVD manages to blink himself back to reality, seeing the urgency of the situation, and begins to tear away at the flimsy bandages with his teeth…


{Taking a deep breath, The Big Show steps through the ropes, as Paul Bearer steps up to try and assist him through to victory--}

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{RVD TEARS THE TAPE AWAY, RUNS, LEAPS, AND POUNCES ONTO BIG SHOW’S BACK!!!!}

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A tremendous reaction engulfs Lexington, as Van Dam shows his tenacity, preventing Big Show at the last possible second from escaping the cage and ending his career. Show’s head is already jutting through the door though, and Rob has to struggle with all his might to keep him from just using his sheer weight to fall right through.

Reaching the point of desperation, Bearer springs (or rather waddles) up the steps as fast as his little legs will take him, grabbing hold of his giant’s outstretched arm, and TRIES TO HELP PULL HIM OUT, GIVING SHOW THE UNFAIR ADVANTAGE!!!!

The crowd boos and their voice is heard, as referee Jack Doan and the other officials at ringside immediately get their arms around Bearer, dragging him away and breaking his grip on Show, despite his screams of “NO, NO!!” Using this to his advantage, Van Dam hammers away on The Big Show, raking the eyes, managing to get all of his 7ft back inside the cage. The cheers of the audience filter down from the rafters, as RVD leans back, SLUGGING the giant with another right hand, and then another, keeping him off balance in the corner, as door is once again closed.

Paulie B. vents his frustration at ringside, but back inside the ring, his gargantuan client is in all kinds of trouble, still trapped as he is in that awkward spot between the steel mesh and the ropes, with only he legs keeping him in the ring. After hammering away on the behemoth with a few more shots, Van Dam spies an opportunity, grabbing hold of either side of the nearby turnbuckle, SPRINGING up to the top, and SPRINGING RIGHT BACK WITH A FLYING THRUST KICK - SENDING THE SIDE OF THE BIG SHOW’S SKULL CRASHING INTO THE STEEL CAGE!!!!

More “OOOOHHHHHHHH’s” ring out through The Rupp Arena, as The Big Show’s eyes glaze over, roll up into his head, and he finally stumbles out from the ropes, still managing to somehow remain on his feet. This only works against the big man this time, however, as Rob Van Dam, lying in wait, hands on knees, quickly brushes his hair out of his face, before reaching up, grabbing Big Show by the back of his skull, racing forward, bringing the dazed monster with him, and DRIVING THE BIG SHOW FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL MESH!!!!

THUNDEROUS cheers fill the building, with Lexington really rocking now, as the 7ft mastodon bounces back off the steel looking like has had one too many to drink, wobbling around the ring in an almost comic fashion. As the camera closes in, in becomes apparent that The Big Show too has been BUSTED OPEN, with the scarlet tide covering much of his forehead. The giant teeters, the giant totters, and, finally, BIG SHOW GOES DOWN TO A KNEE!!!

With the crowd roaring him on, Rob Van Dam, for the first time in the contest actually standing over his opponent, shows just how much hatred is coursing through his veins for the man he is locked inside the cage with, showing absolutely no remorse, as gets behind the big man, left arm wrapped underneath his chin, and BEGINS TO HAMMER AWAY AT THE FRESH WOUND OF THE BIG SHOW WITH REPEATED CLOSED FIST STRIKES!!!!

Every single blow seems to bring Rob some semblance of satisfaction, as his taped right fist soon becomes covered in the blood of the fallen giant on his knees before him. Pressed up against the cage in horror, Paul Bearer begs for Mr. Monday Night to stop the carnage, but all RVD does is simply point through the bars at the fat man as if to say “You’re next”, sending Bearer nervously retreating from the mesh, loosening his collar.

Back inside the ring, playing it smart and not allowing the beast to recuperate, RVD brings Big Show back up to his feet, looks up high into the crowd, almost asking for their permission to continue, before pointing straight ahead to the far side of the cage once again. The answer is a unanimous pop, causing RVD do charge ahead once again - HE HURLS BIG SHOW AGAINST THE STEEL FOR A SECOND TIME!!!! Lexington is on their feet, as The Big Show unconsciously staggers right back out into the waiting arms of The Whole Dam Show, who wraps both hands around the humungous head, running with it like a Quarterback, AND SLAMMING IT INTO THE BARS FOR THE HAT-TRICK!!!!

The very foundations of the building are shaking with cheers for Mr. Pay Per View, as we see something we’ve never seen before - The Big Show, the 7ft, 500lb mastodon, completely helpless as he crumples. Van Dam manages to hold him up though, grabs him, and manoeuvres him around slightly on the top rope with his upper body hanging off the side of the steel cage.

Rob Van Dam steps over to the nearest turnbuckle, takes hold of the top, and springs nimbly up to the very top. Slowly, intensely, RVD raises his arms into the air and brings them into his shoulder three times as the crowd chants in unison, “ROB - VAN - DAM”. Van Dam FLIES through the air, SPINS, and CONNECTS with a TWISTING LEG DROP onto the back and neck of The Big Show, knocking him down between the ropes yet again!! The crowd cheers loudly, as RVD rolls back up to his feet, touching his hamstring gingerly, while the big man drops off the top rope down to his knees on the canvas.

With Big Show seemingly down and out everyone in the arena is calling for Van Dam to win the match, to leave the cage and live to fight another day … but RVD doesn’t even look towards the door. Squatting down, Rob waits, resting his hands on his knees, beckoning for the monster to rise. Slowly, dazedly, the giant begins to do so off his knees, while J.R, Styles, and tens of thousands of others scream for Mr. Monday Night to do the smart thing. As The Big Show staggers back up, turning around, RVD whirls, sprints, hits the comes, comes flying back, leaps up - GOING FOR A CROSSBODY BLOCK -- BUT BIG SHOW CATCHES HIM BY THE THROAT IN MID-AIR AND DRILLS HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A RING-MOVING CHOKESLAM!!!!!!

Talk about taking the life right out of the crowd. Lexington is virtually silenced in instant horror as their hero lies motionless, flat on his back, arms spread-eagled on either side of him, head lolling slightly to the side. The Big Show, resting on one knee, is not quick to take advantage, trying to shake his own bloody head clear of the effects of the beating he’s taken thus far. As our commentators raise the point that if pin falls were eligible in this match, Rob Van Dam’s career would almost certainly be over, Show gradually rises up to his feet and begins to walk, plod gingerly as can be toward the cage door.

“OHHHH YEEEESSSS!!! OPEN IT UP!!” Impatiently, a jubilant Paul Bearer watches with strangled nerves as his giant approaches the door, thrusting referee Jack Doan aside as soon as the cage is unlocked, and hurling it open in a celebratory fashion to greet his monster. The boos are truly THUNDEROUS at the sight of the 500lber getting nearer and nearer to the door, as RVD … just manages to roll over onto his stomach, blinking as though were just thrown from a moving automobile. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Mr. Monday Night begins inch across the scarlet stained canvas in pursuit of his quarter-ton nemesis…


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{As soon as he glimpses the sight of Van Dam stirring, Paulie lets out a shriek of fight, GRABS A STEEL CHAIR, stumbling up the steel steps and stepping, with one polished shoe, onto the apron, leaning inside to try and grab hold of his approaching behemoth}
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{Reaching out, Show takes Bearer’s hand, and the ghoulish manager begins to step back down the steps, leading Big Show through the ropes to victory--}
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…HE’S OU--

“WHAT THE HELL D’YA THINK YA DOIN’?!?!? GET OUTTA HERE, YOU!!!!”

Manning up, puffing out his chest, Jack Doan marches straight back into the fray, wrapping his arms around Paul Bearer and dragging him backward, away from the cage -- breaking his grip on The Big Show (but causing him to drop the steel chair inside the cage). The Rupp Arena EXPLODES at the Rotund One getting his comeuppance, as he sneers hideously at the official, screaming like a spoilt schoolgirl and trying to force his way past him … to no avail!!!

Behind this scuffle, Big Show continues to try to exit the cage door, actually getting his HANDS ON THE FLOOR … BUT VAN DAM GRABS HIS FOOT!!! The audience screams with complete relief, willing him on as RVD pulls with everything he has and somehow wrestles the largest athlete in the world back inside the blood-stained square-circle!!! Rob stumbles back a few steps with the exertion, landing on his backside, before heading back over to his opponent. He grabs Show and brings him back up to his feet (though the giant doesn’t put up much resistance) and then -- WHAM!!!! BIG SHOW SLAMS THAT DAMN BURLAP SACK AND IT’S CONTENTS RIGHT OVER THE SKULL OF ROB VAN DAM!!!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“JESUS CHRIST!!!!! WHERE IN GOD’S NAME DID THE BIG SHOW GET THAT FROM?!?!?!?!?!


Van Dam goes down like a ton of bricks clutching his head, as The Big Show tosses the item weapon down into the corner satisfactorily, and J.R & Styles blow a gasket over just how Bearer was able to slip the … thing to his giant in the first place, but Paulie ignores the probing cameras a ringside, giving the official a look of ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ innocence, before heading back to the cage door to assist his client once again.

The Rupp Arena boos venomously as Big Show makes yet another bid to escape the cage, smirking breathlessly at his waiting manager, while a rather confused looking Jack Doan (he has no idea what just happened to RVD) reluctantly unlocks the cage…


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{Bending down, Big Show sticks his head through the middle ropes, beginning to manoeuvre his enormous frame through the door}
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{THUNDEROUS boos ring out as the mammoth gets one boot out--}
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…HE’S OUT--

ROB VAN DAM TACKLES THE BIG SHOW AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND, KEEPING HIM INSIDE THE CAGE!!!!

Lexington EXPLODES, as Van Dam, somehow, some way, summons enough strength to save his career for the umpteenth time tonight. Roaring like an enraged beast, The Big Show ducks back through the door, through the ropes, back inside the ring (allowing Doan to close the door again), looking down furiously at RVD around his waist, before raising his arm high into the air and CLUBBING it down right across the spine & ribs of The Whole F’N Show.

Keeping RVD down on his haunches, The Big Show looks over his shoulder, staring psychotically at the steel mesh behind him. An evil grin overtaking his face, Show positions Van Dam’s head between his legs, wrapping both of his arms underneath Mr. Pay Per View’s stomach, takes a few steps back -- Rob grabs the steel chair off the mat -- towards the cage, gets set, and LIFTS VAN DAM UP INTO THE AIR, LOOKING FOR AN ALLEY-OOP POWERBOMB INTO THE CAGE -- BUT ROB BRINGS THE STEEL CHAIR WITH HIM - HE SLAMS IT OVER THE SKULL OF THE BIG SHOW, DENTING IT RIGHT THROUGH!!!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“GOOD GOD ALMIGHT!!!! ROB VAN DAM HAS JUST KNOCKED OUT THE GIANT!!!!”

“NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!”


Sentiments of the crowd, J.R, and Paul Bearer respectively, as The Big Show, eyes rolling around in his head, dazedly steps backwards … but REMAINS ON HIS FEET, much to the dismay of the tens of thousands in attendance. Rolling backward, RVD still has the chair in his hand as he scrambles back up to his feet and quickly TOSSES IT SHOW -- WHO CATCHES IT -- VAN DAMINATOR TO THE MONSTER, KICKING METAL RIGHT BACK IN HIS FACE!!!!!

Now it’s time to get excited, as the building shakes with a frenzy, as the 7ft, 500lb man, for the first time in the match … FALLS flat on his back in the centre of the ring, eyes closed, completely out of it seemingly. Sat on the canvas, Van Dam gazes around breathlessly, not quite ‘with it’ yet - but he quickly realises the urgency of the situation as soon as he sets eyes on the fallen giant lying alongside him. RVD levers himself back up to his feet and looks around the arena to a resounding response, pointing to the turnbuckle. The Rupp Arena gives the kind of response one would expect, as Rob limps to the corner, still feeling the effects of the gruelling contest, grabs hold of the ropes, and leaps (gingerly) to the top turnbuckle, before he gets set and turns around. Mr. Monday Night looks right into the booming crowd, as they urge him on…

But Rob Van Dam IS - NOT - DONE!!! Never one to disappoint, RVD looks up, reaches up, grabs hold of either side of the iron girding surrounding the top of the cage and HOISTS HIMSELF UP TO THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE, OVER TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR!!! Lexington ROARS as The Whole Dam Show, showing his complete ease with such altitudes, smirks, reaches up, takes hold of the nearby cable, and RISES TO HIS FEET atop the giant structure, raising both of his muscular arms into the air, all set -- the crowd is now BOOING like crazy for some reason -- to perform one of the most important thumb salutes of his life, as he gazes down at the slain monster lying on the canvas below…








… (but why is the crowd booing like crazy???)…









…SOMEONE GRABS ROB VAN DAM FROM BEHIND!!! SOMEONE HAS SCALED THE STEEL CAGE FROM THE OUTSIDE AND HAS HOLD OF MR. MONDAY NIGHT!!!

IT’S -- IT’S
CARLITO, Mr. Money in the Bank himself is up atop the cage, legs still over on the outside, leaning over the top to wrap his arms around the upper body of RVD, PREVENTING HIM FROM LEAPING OFF OR ESCAPING THE CAGE!!!!!!!!

The Rupp Arena is in total uproar at this farce which is now unfolding, as Carlito, the man who ‘defeated’ Gregory Helms earlier to hold onto his Money in the Bank contract, and one of Eric Bischoff’s most loyal supporters, tries to help end the career of Mr. Monday Night on this very night. Still dressed in his trunks from earlier, ‘Lito almost has Van Dam in a SLEEPER HOLD ATOP THE CAGE, grimacing with exertion, before his eyes begin to float down & across to the cage door -- WHAM!!! SOMEONE GRABS JACK DOAN FROM BEHIND AND HURLS HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE STEEL, TAKING HIM OUT INSTANTLY!!!!

More heat fills the arena, as Carly looks on from him high-risk grappling match atop the bars, yelling “Yeah, yeah, c’mon, man, c’mon!!!” AS
CHRIS MASTERS QUICKLY RUNS UP THE STEPS, over the fallen carcass of the assigned official, rips open the cage door, and ENTERS THE CAGE -- THE MASTERPIECE IS INSIDE THE CAGE!!! Thunderous heat is tearing through the building, as Masters, dressed as he was earlier, in his wrestling trunks and a close-fitting body-builder t-shirt, marches straight over to the unconscious Big Show lying face down centre of the ring, wraps both arms underneath the giant’s, brings him up, and BEGINS TO DRAG THE 500LB MAN TOWARD THE CAGE DOOR!!!!

Though they try their damndest to hide it, everyone in the arena is impressed by the amazing strength and power displayed by the narcissistic, the egomaniacal Masterpiece as he puffs out his cheeks like the proverbial weightlifter, dragging the quarter-ton of humanity across the crimson-stained canvas at a very slow pace. As RVD continues to fight for his life up high,
ERIC BISCHOFF come sprinting down the ramp, yelling at Masters & Carlito to “Get a move on, dammit!!!” Paul Bearer scurries up the steps too, standing in the doorway with open arms, his face a mixture of dismay (at the unconscious condition of his giant) and ecstasy (with the current events).

Up top, seeing his career disappearing before his very eyes, Van Dam goes for broke and BITES CARLITO’S FINGERS THAT ARE ALL OVER HIM!!!!

The crowd pops, hearing the agonised cries of Mr. Money in the Bank, as the Caribbean superstar struggles to hold on, still perched in a rather precarious position, with legs/feet outside the cage, basically making his grip on Mr. Monday Night his only leverage. Looking over his shoulder at the drop should he let go (to the announcer’s tables below), CCC’s eyes bug out of his head, and her nervously swings back around, trying to stop RVD from gnawing his fingers, looking down at his buddy in the ring: “Hey, ‘Piece?!?! ‘Piece?!?! C’mon, Chris, gimme a hand up here!!!” Looking up, Masters sees the terrifyingly dangerous situation his partner is in and instantly drops Big Show down to the mat (still quite near to the middle of the ring) like a sack of wet cement, hurrying over to assist.

As The Masterpiece races over to the corner, leaps up to the turnbuckle to mount the cage, Bischoff throws his arms up into the air with exasperation, while Bearer throws a hissy fit at ringside: “NO!! DAMMIT!! GET BACK HERE, BOY!!!” ‘Piece, however, isn’t listening, and throws his legs up onto the top turnbuckle, leaning across, using the wire mesh for foot holds, as he scales it, reaching up, trying to grab hold of the ECW superstar perched just a few feet above--








“GODDAMMIT THIS IS NOT RIGHT!!!”















“BEHOLD THE KING … THE KING OF KINGS”



WHAT ON EARTH?!?!?!?!?!?! The music rumbles over the loudspeaker, as THE RUPP ARENA LOSES ITS COLLECTIVE FREAKIN’ MIND, BLOWING THE GODDAMN ROOF, and Eric Bischoff, Paul Bearer, Chris Masters, and Carlito all look up from their respective positions, eyes wide, and Bischoff suppressing a “…what…?”--

--AS ‘THE GAME’, ‘THE CEREBRAL ASSASSIN’, ‘THE KING OF KINGS’
TRIPLE H STRIDES OUT ONTO THE STAGE, CUTCHING A SLEDGEHAMMER IN HIS RIGHT HAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OH MY GAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!”

“OH MY -- THE GAME IS BAAAAACCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


The eyes OF THE ENTIRE WORLD ARE OPEN WIDE, as the TEN-TIME WORLD CHAMPION MAKES HIS FIRST APPEARANCE IN WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT SINCE THE NIGHT AFTER WRESTLEMANIA; clad in dark jeans, a grey t-shirt, with his ever present, ever awesome black leather jacket on over the top, his hair hanging loose, his beard full, and a look of determination in his eyes, as he storms down the entrance ramp towards the caged ring, holding that THAT DAMNED HAMMER by his side…

His mouth agape, Eric Bischoff suddenly snaps back to life, grinning at the arrival of his closest ally, before charging around to the other side of the cage and yelling up at Carlito to “HURRY THE HELL UP!!!” as The Game approaches. In a similar state of smugness, Paul Bearer pleads with his giant to get up, but the bloody behemoth is still down on his back inside the cage. With a new sense of confidence, both Masters and ‘Lito attack Van Dam (probably the one man not really giving Helmsley much attention right now), whaling away on him atop the structure--

--BUT TRIPLE H IS INSIDE THE CAGE, HAVING MARCHED UP THE STEEL STEPS, SHOVING PAUL BEARER ASIDE, STRIDES OVER, POINTS AT BISCHOFF … AND DRILLS MASTERS IN THE GUT WITH THE HAMMER, CAUSING The Masterpiece TO finally he lose his grip on the cage, SLIP, AND CROTCHES THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“THE GAME JUST NAILED MASTERS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN’ ON HERE!?!?!?!”


Eyes as wide as the Pacific Ocean, The Masterpiece groans, slides, and crumples down to the canvas in the foetal position clutching his mid-section and unmentionables. Carlito’s eyes are just as wide, but for a very different reason, as his LEFT HAND SLIPS FREE OF VAN DAM, and he HANGS PERILOUSLY BY ONE ARM FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! “WOOOOAH” sounds are emitted from the audience and a few screams too, as ‘Lito’s legs dangle comically in mid-air, almost reminiscent of Shawn Michaels from Bad Blood 1997 and the infamous Hell in a Cell match. As, down in the ring below, Hunter dumps the sack of wet cement known as Chris Masters through the cage door…

--BEFORE HE GRABS THE SLEDGEHAMMER ONCE AGAIN TO HUGE CHEERS, lifts it up, sizes up where Carlito is hanging on the outside, races ahead, AND HAMMERS THE STEEL CAGE RIGHT INTO MR. MONEY IN THE BANK--

A glazed look comes over the face of Mr. Money in the Bank, as…

“INNNCOOOMING!!!!!!!”

…HIS LAST REMAINING GRIP FINALLY BREAKS AND HE PLUMMETS DOWN ALMOST TWENTY FEET FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE, CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE POSITIONED BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

“OH MY GAAAAWWWWDDDD, CARLITO’S GOTTA BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!!”

“THIS IS A WARZONE, TRIPLE H IS DESTROYING BISCHOFF’S CRONIES, WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HE--“


J.R is cut off short, as is concern for poor Carlito quite frankly who lies in a crumpled heap right by him amidst the mess of wood and wires, with Hugo & Carlos lying on their backs in distress; because Rob Van Dam RISES TO HIS FEET ONCE MORE ATOP THE STEEL CAGE, his eyes fixed on his behemoth-like target who is, quite frankly, almost half-way across the cage from Van Dam’s side.

Pointing poignantly at the Raw General Manager, Helmsley growls “YOU!!!” at the man he once ran with -- BEFORE LEAVING THE CAGE AND TAKING OFF AFTER THE FLEEING BISCHOFF!!! TRIPLE H CHASES EASY E. AROUND THE RINGSIDE AREA, BEFORE ERIC TRIES TO ESCAPE UP THE RAMP, WITH HUNTER (yeah, he’s still got the damn hammer) IN HOT PURSUIT!!!!

Trying to help his giant, Paul Bearer looks first at the manically waving Bischoff, then looks up, and the fear of God comes into his eyes, as he scrambles to get the hell out of dodge in time, as Rob Van Dam…

…LEAPS OFF, FLYING OVER THREE-QUARTERS THE LENGTH OF THE RING, LOOKING FOR THE FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH FROM OVER TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR -- BUT THE BIG SHOW SUDDENLY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY -- AND RVD COLLIDES HARD WITH THE CANVAS LIKE HE WAS SHOT OUT OF A MOVING CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Monday Night convulses in agony on the mat, amidst the groans and moans of the audience; his own become quite muted. Big Show pushes himself up onto all fours, shaking his head dazedly as Van Dam almost rolls up to his feet on pure instinct. Triple H stops his pursuit half-way up the ramp, turning around to see what the hell is happening. RVD makes it all the way back up, not with it at all, turns around, and …

BIG SHOW DROPS HIM WITH THE KNOCKOUT RIGHT-HAND PUNCH!!!!

“OOOOHHHH!!!!” Though Big Show doesn’t quite get all of it, the blow still knocks Mr. Monday Night for a loop, dropping him down to the canvas in a heap, arms up around his head in a complete daze.

As the crowd boos, the monstrous ‘Show takes a step back to admire his handiwork, slowly crouching down, getting his huge right hand in position once again much to the delight of the gushing Paul Bearer at ringside. Blindly, the sweat pouring from his bloody head, his long hair plastered across his face, RVD looks like he is anywhere but Kentucky right now, as he groggily pulls himself up on the ropes, slipping and stumbling, out on his feet almost at this point. The former ECW alumnus finally pushes himself off the ropes, stumbles around, blind…

…A SECOND RIGHT-HAND!!!!!!

The Rupp Arena is in a state of total shock as Van Dam hits the deck instantly and DOES - NOT - MOVE - ONE - INCH!!! Face down, The Whole F’N Show is clearly unconscious from the hideous, portentous, nasty right-hand. Not wasting any time, Big Show steps over his already fallen adversary, grabbing a handful of Van Dam’s hair, pulling his head up off the canvas slightly, RAISING HIS CRUSHING RIGHT FIST BACK ONCE MORE-- AND DRIVES IT RIGHT DOWN INTO THE BACK OF RVD’S SKULL FOR THE KILLER BLOW!!!!!!

“AWWW, JESUS CHRIST!!! THIS IS UNCALLED FOR!!! VAN DAM CAN’T DEFEND HIMSELF, FOR CHRISSAKES!!!”

J.R’s fit at ringside is a perfectly valid one. Torn between boos and horrified silence, the thousands in attendance can do nothing but look on as Rob Van Dam’s body lies motionless in the centre of the ring, and The Big Show shakes his mighty, skillet-like fist, staring at both his unconscious foe, a beaming Paul Bearer, the furious Triple H outside the ring, the stunned Eric Bischoff up the ramp, the writhing Masters, and the decimated Carlito. Blinking, clutching his bloody forehead, the world’s largest athlete turns and staggers toward the open door…


……
{The Big Show manages to drag his own battered frame towards the door}

……………………………
{He reaches through the door and STEPS THROUGH THE ROPES--}

……………………
… BEFORE WALKING DOWN THE STEEL STEPS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE CAGE, PLACING BOTH OF HIS ENORMOUS FEET ON THE FLOOR!!!!!


WINNER -- THE BIG SHOW via escape of the cage @ 18:57.
**ROB VAN DAM IS HEREBY BANISHED FROM THE WWE FOREVER**


The bell tolls and there is a stunned silence throughout the building; even Lillian Garcia cannot bring herself to announce THAT THE CAREER OF ROB VAN DAM … IS OVER!! At the foot of the ramp Tripe H bares his teeth, and a triumphant Big Show is soon joined by his manager, a breathless and shaky Paul Bearer, but the realisation of what they have achieved dawns on them, and they quickly recover their energies; celebrating wildly, staring satisfactorily through the bars…

Joey Styles:
This could very well be the DARKEST day in history of the World Wrestling Entertainment!!

Jim Ross:
I -- I don’t know how anyone could argue with that, Joey. I mean, Rob Van Dam had this match won, and then those -- I mean, TRIPLE H IS BACK, but -- but…


Helmsley stares on as Carlito looks barely conscious as he is helped back up the ramp by The Masterpiece, with The Big Show and Paul Bearer lumbering behind them, trance-like.

Jonathan Coachman:
(Coughing ‘nervously’)
Oh, man, this is -- this is, uh, awkward, ain’t it? C’mon, guys, you two better stop being Sad Sally’s and think about this optimistically. That stinkin’ turncoat just reared his ugly head. Was Rob Van Dam the only superstar here on Raw? No. Was he the best? Far from it. So why can’t we all just move on and get on with our lives?

Jim Ross:
For God’s sake, Coach, show some class. Maybe because we just witnessed a man’s career, his livelihood destroyed before our very eyes, and for what? WHAT? Because he didn’t suck up to Eric Bischoff like all of these other jackasses, because Big Show and Paul Bearer are so sick and demented that they get off on torturing other human beings, destroying their lives? Gimme’ a break, Coach.


The Giant gets to the top of the ramp, and stares right at Eric Bischoff. Eric looks right back at Big Show, Bearer also, serious … before he breaks out into an absolutely enormous smile, opening his arms wide. Smirking, Paul Bearer coos obediently and steps in to HUG his boss, while ‘Show stares back down at the ring. After a few moments, the group turns and heads through the curtain.

Joey Styles:
Those men are gonna get what’s coming to them one day, ladies and gentlemen, mark my words they’re gonna get what’s coming to ‘em.


Inside the ring, Van Dam rises slowly, dazed, tearful, and completely, utterly … devastated. With the arena chanting his name, we are forced to fade from the ringside area as a forlorn RVD sits, holding his head in his hands, unable to believe that after all of these years his enemies have finally succeeded … and his career is over.


***

A Video Package plays…

Narrator:
No one gets out of here … alive…


- A guillotine rises into the air; flashing shots of Batista, Mysterio and ‘Taker…

Narrator:
How will we meet our fate? … …


- The blade falls as we see Edge spearing some poor bastard…

Narrator:
At the hands of an executioner? … …


- Lashley posing in the dark, killing someone in the ring; ‘Taker performing the throat slash, followed by the Tombstone…

Narrator:
At the mercy of a callous judge? … …


- Fading shots of Finlay, Albright, Kennedy and Kash doing their signature poses…

Narrator:
Or … at the throw of a switch? … …


- The guillotine blade becomes an electric chair, as Booker T poses in the darkness, followed by Matt Hardy, then a close up of the smiling, evil face of Kennedy, before we see him nailing the Green Bay Plunge…

Narrator:
Whatever the means … the time has come…


- Quick, flashing shots of Hardy posing, ‘Taker brooding, Batista hitting the Spinebuster, Lashley staring into the camera, and Rey nailing the 619…

“To face …”

- The guillotine comes crashing down through the screen.

“… Judgment Day.”



“WWE Judgment Day, May 21st, 8/7CT, live on pay-per-view”


***


Jim Ross:
We’re still in complete and utter shock here, ladies and gentlemen, after what’s transpired tonight. Not only was Rob Van Dam just screwed in one of the damndest Steel Cage matches I’ve ever witnessed, but he must now leave, thanks to Mr. Bischoff’s pre-match stipulation, the World Wrestling Entertainment forever.

Jonathan Coachman:
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, J.R, you’re not as young as you used be. This isn’t 1988 in the NWA and you ain’t 20lbs lighter, so I think it’s about time you set down the mike, hung up the hat, and retired … ‘cause you’re eyesight is abysmal.

Joey Styles:
Whatever you say, Coach, but one thing remains, folks, the-



***ALSO SPRACH ZARATHUSTRA***


Lexington comes alive with cheers and “WOOOs” as ‘The Nature Boy’
RIC FLAIR steps out onto a WWE stage for the first time since WrestleMania, dressed in a tidy beige Armani suit & white shirt combo. Flair has a look around the sold-out Rupp Arena, before continuing on down to the ring. Naitch ascends the steel steps, and steps into the ring, before requesting a microphone. Quickly handed one by Lillian, Flair gives her a smile, and his music begins to die fade, while the crowd showers the legend in applause. Getting the point, they lessen, and Slick Ric slowly brings the mic up.


Ric Flair:
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

WOOOOOO!!!

Ric Flair:
Haha, (wipes his mouth) yeah, it’s been a LONG road getting’ to this point I can tell ya. But it feels DAMN good to have finally made it … to get to the point in your career, when you, and you ALONE … can walk down that (points up the ramp) hallway backstage … and have EVERY … single … person know your name, wanna shake your hand, and CONGRATULATE you … just … for being … you.

Pop from the fans as Naitch gives a humble smile.

Ric Flair:
When I started out as a kid, I thought I’d be lucky if I got maybe 1 guy who ever looked up to me, and I always thought it’d be my son … but now, NOW I hear some o’ the things being said about ole’ Naitch BACKSTAGE (bit more animated, classic) … in BARS … on INTERNET CHAT-ROOMS! It brings … a smile to my face … and a tear to my eye that I could’ve touched all of you in such a way. From the bottom of my heart, (looking up around him) I wanna thank you for everything.

Major pop for this as Slick wipes his eyes.

Ric Flair:
BUT! (finger in the air) But it can’t last forever. I gotta tell ya, that THE NAITCH … is only flesh and blood. You punch me, I FAAAALLLLL! You cut me, I BLEEEED! And I wrestle for 35 years … I gotta spend some time with my family. I THINK, or at least I’d like to think that I’ve earned your respect and your trust, enough so that when I tell ya what I’m about to say, you won’t hate me.

A nervous buzz runs through the arena, knowing what is on the horizon.

Ric Flair:
I always wanted to go out on top, and at WrestleMania I think I ensured that. SO (trying to smile) for the first time in my career … I am gonna follow through with somethin’ I’d planned a LONG time ago … and I’m here to announce to you all … that I…









{the words just won’t seem to come}















Ric Flair:
(Looks up sadly)
…am … RETIRING … from the sport of professional wrestling.

“BOOOOOOOO”!!! The crowd, unsurprisingly, doesn’t like this one bit, with J.R, who’s usually so good at staying quiet at these moments letting out a small gasp of “No”, and even Flair hangs his head a bit, emotionally distraught.

Ric Flair:
(Holding up his hand for quiet)
I’ve -- I’ve given this a lot of thought. I’ve been over it over and over again in my mind … with my wife … with my kids … with my friends … my peers … everyone … ‘til I -- well, ‘til I reached this point

***BURN IN MY LIGHT***

The crowd lets out a THUNDEROUSLY mixed AND stunned reaction for the Raw (re)debut of the man who came so close to sending the McMahon Family packing at WrestleMania, Ric Flair’s former protégé in Evolution, ‘The Legend Killer’
RANDY ORTON. TLK scowls around fiercely, before continuing on down to the ring. The former World Champion, clad in a dark suit, t-shirt and suit jacket, steps into the ring, while Flair watches on a little confused. Orton then gets himself a microphone, as his music dies down.


Randy Orton:
I -- (eyes suddenly open wide, embarrassed, holds up hand) Oh, hey, I’m sorry; I thought you were someone else. My mistake.

Confused reaction from the crowd as Randy turns to leave and Slick Ric steps up.

Ric Flair:
Randy … what’s this all about?

Randy Orton:
No, no, (still shaking his head) it’s -- it’s my mistake. Y’see, I came out here looking for the greatest wrestler to ever lace up … to ever lace a pair of boots, a man who taught me, me, Randy Orton, the youngest Worlds Champion IN, HISTORY, everything I know. I came out here looking -- looking for ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair, you might’ve heard of him?

A smile crosses the features of Naitch.

Randy Orton:
Yeah, (suddenly darker) but instead all I found was the greatest COWARDLY SON, OF, A, BITCH to ever dare to step foot in a wrestling ring!!

OH~ Flair looks flabbergasted and the crowd boos the hell out of Orton.

Randy Orton:
No, no, I was looking for the man I used to run with when I … when I first entered this business, the man who didn’t take crap from ANYBODY, who did what he wanted, when he wanted. The guy who led me, who taught me everything there was to know in this business, a man with more BALLS than a THOUSAND JBL’S … and yet -- and yet, here you stand, telling the world … (right in Ric’s face) … that you’re letting that Wall Street punk run you out of the game.

Strong words indeed, and the crowd reacts in kind, delivering another mixed reaction.

Randy Orton:
You once -- (collecting himself) you once told me, Ric, you once told me, told me, Dave, and Hunter, that you would never, ever retire while there was still a breath left in you. You told us that so long as you felt Number Seventeen was still only just ‘round the corner … you’d keep on “walkin’ that aisle”. What happened to you? What happened … (snarling) … to that ‘Nature Boy’?

Lowering his mic, Orton licks his lips slowly, looking deep into Flair’s eyes, as Slick replies.

Ric Flair:
…Time, Randy. Time.

TLK smirks dismissively.

Randy Orton:
“Time”? Is that … is that some kind of joke?

Flair quickly, angrily shakes his head.

Ric Flair:
(Lighting a fire inside him)
“JOKE?” “JOKE?” D’ya think I was JOKIN’ back in ’75 when I broke my damn back!? D’ya think I was JOKIN’ when Terry Funk threw me upside my head through a TABLE!? Was I LAUGHIN’, when TRIPLE H, a man I thought -- you thought -- was my best friend, when he BUSTED me in the head OVER AND OVER AGAIN with a SLEDGEHAMMER JUST SIX MONTHS AGO!? Or how about when you -- when you ground my face into a PASTE inside that Steel Cage!? Remember that!? That was a joke? IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYIN’!?

Orton frowns slightly.

Randy Orton:
That’s exactly what I’m saying, Ric You understand … you understand better than anyone all of that stuff you just mentioned won’t mean -- it won’t mean a thing if you walk away because of Bradshaw.

Flair shakes his head coldly.

Ric Flair:
It’s not about Bradshaw, Randy. It’s about m-

Randy Orton:
(Grins)
That might -- might work on the wife and kids, Ric -- after all, I should know, I’ve met them. It might work on these … people here, but it’s not gonna’ work on me. Your … (prodding Slick) … you’re walking away ‘cause this business with JBL has got you so scared of not just him, but all of this “New Blood” coming through – you want to bow out now, quietly, slip out the back door before anyone knows you’re gone … ‘cause you’re scared to DEATH, Naitch … of being pushed aside and forgotten.

Boos from the crowd, as Randall nods stoically. Flair simmers…

Ric Flair:
“PUSHED ASIDE?!” (The jacket comes off) ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME!? (Down goes the jacket) You think YOU or any ONE of those snot-nosed PUNKS sittin’ in the back can hold a candle to THE NATURE BOY!? (Bounces off the ropes, ‘strut’) The ONE … the ONLY … Stylin’ and WOOOOO, profilin’ … wheelin’, dealin’ SON OF A GUN!? (Stops cold in Orton’s face) NO! NO! NO CHANCE!!!

Randy Orton:
…Prove it.

…Slick Ric’s eye bulge slightly, and brings the mic back up.

Ric Flair:
…What?

TLK steps forward, no more games.

Randy Orton:
You might be old, Slick … but you aren’t that old … yet. You heard what I said. If you don’t want people doubting just how good you really are … what kind of man ‘The Nature Boy’ really is, Naitch … then I’d think twice about retiring.

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Flair looks at Orton hard.

Ric Flair:
Listen, kid, (smirks) I might have taught you everything that you know, but I have not taught you everything that I know. (Pats his temple) Reverse psychology? Not on me, brother.

Slight pop for Ric seeing it coming, but Randy doesn’t seem perturbed.

Randy Orton:
“Reverse”, uh, what, Ric? Sorry, but that just isn’t -- it just isn’t me. You know me about as well as anyone, Ric, and you should know -- you should know that I tend to be much more to the point. Kinda’ like this. (Right in Flair’s face) YOU, RIC FLAIR, ARE PATHETIC!!!

Ric Flair:
YOU LIT-

OH; Orton SMACKS the microphone out of Naitch’s hands!

Randy Orton:
No, NO, no more trying to cut me off and hide the truth of what I’m saying behind … “good ole’ Naitch”, behind the jokes and the flowers. (Snatches Flair’s collar) You listen to me -- you listen to me good. You used to be the best damn wrestler to EVER step in to a wrestling ring. PERIOD! I’m just saying it -- I’m not just throwing it out there like some guys. I MEAN IT! I mean it from the very bottom … of my heart, Ric. I … (shakes his head) … I guess I should’ve figured it out … I mean, think about it, you’ve always been a damn egomaniac, it’s in your NATURE to want to be the best, and all that time in Evolution, in your heart … you knew you’d never, ever … been as good … as me.

Wow. Flair’s eyes sharpen slightly with emotion as the crowd boos TLK.

Randy Orton:
And it BREAKS, MY, HEART to see you throwing it all away like this, Ric. It really does. It breaks my heart. (Hand across his face) Just in the last few months, MONTHS, you’ve gone up against some of the very BEST in the game right now … Money in the Bank, Carlito … former-WWE Champion, JBL … and last Fall, The Cerebral Assassin, The King Of Kings, the guy you so often -- and wrongly -- refer to as the best in the business today … my other mentor … Triple H.

Naitch nods coolly.

Randy Orton:
…And you won, Ric.

Pop from the crowd, drawing a glance from the N.B.

Randy Orton:
Doesn't that mean anything to you, Ric?! Beating three guys -- three guys who, as much as this pains me to say about those three, who will be World Champions again soon, that’s gotta’ mean something to you, Naitch? That’s got to tell you that though everything in the RULEBOOK says that your fifty-seven-year-old body should be breaking down, slowing up on you … yours … isn’t. And you know why, Ric? D’ya know why?

Flair mutely mouths, “Why?”

Randy Orton:
It’s because … YOU, ARE, THE, NATURE BOY!!!

A flicker of a smirk appears at the corner of Naitch’s mouth as Lexington explodes.

Randy Orton:
YOU … (prodding Ric in the chest) … made me … into THE, GREATEST, OF, ALL, TIME!!!

Orton gives Slick a bit of a scowl, rubbing his chin, still pointing away.

Randy Orton:
So it’s about damn time you started acting like it and stopped embarrassing both of us.

Is this getting through to Flair? His fluctuating expressions would suggest so.

Randy Orton:
You once told me -- you once told me you’d never retire ‘til you thought Number Seventeen was impossible. (Raises an eyebrow) Think about it, Ric -- just think about it for a second would you? Just, look, at me. I am the pinnacle of excellence in this business. My destiny is greater than great and yet I’ve barely -- I’ve barely touched the surface of it. Number Seventeen? (Smirks) Ric, with me you can achieve so, so, so, much, more.

Slowly, Ric bends down … and picks up the fallen microphone, unhindered by the watching Legend Killer, who still has his to his lips.

Randy Orton:
How about it then, Naitch? I’m offering you the opportunity of a lifetime in the twilight of your career. You shut the doubters, the naysayers, up -- shut them up once and for all? All the doubters, all the haters? You make it … one, LAST -- if you want it to be -- glorious run at the side of greatness, at the top of the mountain, with Number … (does it all with his fingers) … Seven, teen achieved vicariously through me? Whaddya’ say?

Head held down, Flair refuses to make eye contact with his former teammate for a long time, as The Rupp Arena continues to shake with “NATURE BOY” chants and “WOOOs”, obviously letting him know what they think he should do. Slowly … surely … ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair raises the mic up to his lips, eyes FOCUSED on Randy Orton.







Ric Flair:
I was quit when I came out here, Randy…

Orton grins, anticipating a positive response…

Ric Flair:
…I’m twice as quit now.

Flair drops the mic but his music doesn’t play and he leaves the ring, avoiding any further speech with his supposed best friend in this business, who looks on with arms wide open, demanding an explanation. Awkwardly, TLK hobbles from the ring and attempts follows The Nature Boy up the ramp, yelling for him to grow a set, but the incomparable Ric Flair continues to walk, head down, the boos of the crowd surrounding him.


***

Backstage, The Big Show sits in a darkened room, the blood still trickling from the cut in his scalp, having obviously shunned all medical treatment, as his manager, Paul Bearer, watches giddily. Show turns his head towards Bearer, laughing.

***

Mere moments before the main event is supposed to go on, we get a shot of Raw General Manager Eric Bischoff walking along backstage with a cheery smile on his face, having had quite a mixed evening so far. The camera follows Easy E. as he strides along until he stops outside a door, smirks, takes a breath, before pushing it open and entering the room.


***


A video package plays, giving us a recap of the feud between Kurt Angle and John Cena, starting just before Unforgiven 2005, where Angle, then a heel, took out WWE Champion Cena to impress General Manager Eric Bischoff. Cena won a couple of title matches at Unforgiven and Survivor Series, before Angle finally got the belt on the New Years Day Raw in a First Blood Match. After that Angle turned tweener/face, Cena won the Royal Rumble, engaging in a blood feud with HBK in the process, leading to a Triple Threat Match at WrestleMania, which Angle won. The feud continues from there Michaels sidelined, Cena goading Angle, Bischoff making the ‘Last Chance’ stipulation, and Angle-Cena V is on.

***


***MY TIME IS NOW***

The Rupp Arena completely, utterly and honestly ERUPTS with the most deafening reaction of the night; louder even than RVD’s. However, there is the usual outpouring of boos, with perhaps a 70/30 split, as the biggest star since the Attitude Era, the uncompromising ‘Doctor of Thuganomics’
JOHN CENA emerges onto the stage. Dressed in his usual attire of combat shorts, cap & dog tags, Cena pauses, taking a long hard look around the arena, unsmiling, as serious as a man can be. Jaw and fists clenched, the former-WWE Champion sucks it up and marches on down the ramp with a purpose.


Jim Ross:
My God would you listen to this ovation!! Quite possibly the biggest star in the whole of professional wrestling right now; John Cena is a changed man. Make no mistake about it, folks, Cena wants more than anything in this world right now to get his hands on, and HURT Shawn Michaels. Those two men have been at war all year, with Cena on the shelf thanks to the man formerly known as HBK. But Michaels is out with an ankle injury; he hasn’t shown up since WrestleMania … and so Cena has set his sights on one thing … the WWE Championship.

Jonathan Coachman:
You’re right, J.R, Cena is a changed man, and not for the better. Tonight he’s got Kurt Angle, not Shawn Michaels, and while I can’t stand either man, John Cena better get his head on this game or it’s going to be a video replay of WrestleMania, with Kurt Angle walking out as WWE Champion. Cena can’t afford to lose this time; if he does, that’s it, no more shot’s at the brass thing for Johnny Boy.

Rolling into the ring Cena leaps up to his feet, at which point he would usually throw up a ‘Word Life’ salute to his fans, but he does not. The crowd is still throwing an absolute fit for the self-proclaimed ‘Champ’, but Cena is showing them no kindness. Scowling like a petulant youth, he slowly removes his cap and hurls it angrily from the ring. Ready to go already, Cena turns to the ropes, eyes blue and menacing, shaking his head from side to side, “Let’s go, baby, let’s go”…


***MEDAL***


Lexington, Kentucky, the United freakin’ States of America BLOWS THE ROOF off the joint, with THE standout ovation of the night, as the WWE Champion, the incomparable
KURT ANGLE strides out onto the stage with his sparkling gold title belt fixed around his waist. ‘The Wrestling Machine’, clad in his blue and black attire, psyches himself up, bouncing on his toes, before throwing his hands up high, sending the red, white and blue pyro screaming into the sky. Breathing through the smoke like a dragon, the terrifyingly intense Angle heads for the squared circle.

Joey Styles:
Kurt Angle is a man possessed. Kurt Angle is on the biggest roll of his life. Kurt Angle has SWORN that no one will take the WWE Championship from him. He has taken on all comers. Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and now John Cena. With the title on the line, Angle has never beaten Cena in a one on one wrestling match, and that’s eating away at the Olympic Gold Medallist. That’s how John Cena goaded Angle into this match … Angle won’t back down from ANY challenge.

Jonathan Coachman:
That may be true, J.R, but there’s a fine line between integrity and intelligence … and right now Kurt Angle’s running just a little low on intelligence. John Cena has had his number this last month because Angle is refusing to do the smart thing. He does this for Eric Bischoff, he takes away Cena’s chances of being WWE Champion, and Kurt is made for life. Do the right thing, Kurt!!

Angle hurries up the steel steps and enters the ring, performing his usual spin, causing another pyro the go off overhead with a crack. The Olympian strips off his title belt and climbs the nearby turnbuckle, where he holds it up high for all to see, before jumping back down and bouncing on the spot, eyeballing Cena like a piece of meat.

With the two combatants now in the ring, it is time for the lovely Lillian Garcia to do her thing. The official begins to check both man in turn for foreign objects, starting with Cena, who mouths across to Kurt, “I’m gonna fuck you up”, to no reaction from the Olympian. Lillian steps forward, taking centre stage.


Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

HUGE pop, as Cena leans down against the turnbuckle, looking about ready to explode.

Lillian Garcia:
Introducing first … from West Newberry, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at 245 pounds … he is a former winner of the Royal Rumble, a former United States and WWE CHAMPION … ladies and gentlemen, THE DOCTOR OF THUGANOMICS … JOHHHNNNN CEEENNNNAAAAAA!!!

A THUNDEROUS ovation from Lexington, as Cena just points threateningly towards his opponent.

Lillian Garcia:
And his opponent-

Angle raises his head so that his eyes lock on Cena.

Lillian Garcia:
From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania … weighing in tonight at 235 pounds … he is a former Tag Team, United States, Hardcore, European, Intercontinental, WCW, four-time WWE CHAMPION and THE ONLY Olympic Gold Medallist in the HISTORY of sport’s entertainment … ladies and gentlemen, the current reigning and defending WWE CHAMPIOOOONNNN … THE WRESTLING MACHINE … KURRRRTTTT ANNNGGGGLLLEEEEEEE!!!!

Angle raises his hands into the air instinctively, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd; but his eyes never leave his challenger standing across from him.

Feeling the tension rising, Cena and Angle step towards the centre of the ring, where the referee for the contest, Mike Chioda, shows the WWE Championship to them both, before raising it up high for all those in the Rupp Arena to see. The crowd cheers, as the Main Event is about to begin.



*Bell Rings*




WWE Championship; Do or Die Match:
‘The Wrestling Machine’ Kurt Angle

defends against
‘The Doctor of Thuganomics’ John Cena
(All parties are banned from ringside; whoever is the loser, he will never again receive an opportunity at the WWE Championship so long as Eric Bischoff is General Manager)

The atmosphere is at fever pitch, as the familiar sound of the bell fades into the background and it is game time. Both men, eyes narrowed, focused, intense, and locked on one another, remain in their corners for a few moments, just composing themselves. It is, unsurprisingly, the younger man, the rash and impatient John Cena who moves first, skirting around the edges of the squared circle like a predatory animal, slapping the ropes and his chest in a Nature Boy-esque manner. Angle, however, is far cooler, living up to his ‘experience’ moniker, and simply takes the few steps forwards to the middle of the ring where Cena meets him, and the two men lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up for the first time in the long-awaited contest!!

Two big bulls wrestle and jostle for position in the centre of the ring, their legs shaking with the exertion, a real test of strength between two of the most explosively powerful men in the history of World Wrestling Entertainment. With the crowd taking sides in the background, neither the Cena camp, nor the Angle party can will their man on enough, as a dead heat seems to be the result in the centre of the ring. Feeling this, the savvy Kurt Angle quickly slides his arms and snatches Cena in a side headlock.

Arms flailing, Cena fights against the hold, trying to pull Angle’s muscular arm away with his own huge limbs. Grimacing with the effort, Angle’s gum shield reveals itself for the first time, dark and ominous, giving the Olympian an almost robotic appearance. Though he snatches in the headlock tight, Kurt struggles to suppress the overwhelming power of The Doctor of Thuganomics and Cena moves toward the ropes, shoving Angle backwards against the ropes, breaking the hold and pushing the WWE Champion hard across the ring off the opposite set of ropes. Kurt rebounds back and Cena braces, but Angle runs right through him with a stiff Shoulder Block!!

The young former-WWE Champion goes down hard and the Rupp Arena delivers a STRONG pop, as Cena rolls back onto his knees, looking slightly surprised by the sheer power of Angle, but at the same time, incredibly pissed off. Fuming, Angle takes a step towards his blazing opponent, fired up, but referee Mike Chioda keeps him back for the time being, and a confident Angle obliges, turning his back and Cena and stalking away. Clambering back up to his feet, Cena works the cricks out of his neck slowly, as the two duelling rams begin circling one another once again.

The pacing does not last long this time, as the eager Cena lunges forward and Angle greets him, locking up for a second time in the contest. The Wrestling Machine wastes absolutely no time this time around and snatches the Royal Rumble winner in another headlock, before immediately spinning around behind Cena, applying the hammerlock momentarily, before rolling through into the side-headlock once again.

Actually smirking slightly now, Kurt squeezes Cena’s skull tight, as the muscular native of West Newberry flexes his huge arms to try and pry Angle’s arms away. The WWE Champion holds on tight, however, and Cena reverts to his previous trick, forcing Angle back against the ropes, before thrusting him away, breaking the hold, across the ring into the opposite ropes. Kurt bounces back and Cena stands his ground, but Angle knocks him on his arse for a second time!!

The crowd pops once again, but Cena does not even get the chance to look annoyed this time, as Angle turns and races off the ropes. Thinking quick, The Doctor of Thuganomics leaps over onto his belly, causing the reigning WWE Champion to skip over the top of him and come off the opposite ropes. When he rebounds, the self-proclaimed “Champ” is ready and goes for a Hip Toss, but Angle blocks it, spins, and TAKES CENA OVER with a Hip Toss over his own!!

Like a wild and rabid dog, the furious Cena scrambles across the canvas and leans back against the ropes, staring up at his opponent with eyes of complete and utter shock. Already applauding wildly, the Rupp Arena watches as Angle, quivering with intensity, marches right over to Cena, holding his hands up to the official … before SPITTING right in Cena’s face!!

Lexington responds with a huge “OH!”, delivering a very strong mixed reaction, as Cena freezes, still half up, half down, unable to believe what someone dared to do to him. Sneering maniacally, the ultra-intense Kurt Angle is forced back by Mike Chioda, who yells at him to “Cut it out”. His eyes fixed on The Wrestling Machine across the ring; Cena slowly reaches up and wipes the saliva from his cheek, shaking his head from side to side. Pulling himself back up to his feet, the incomparable youngster steps back into his corner, looking down, clearly trying to regain his temperamental composure.

“LET’S GO AN - GLE!!! LET’S GO CE - NA!!! LET’S GO AN - GLE!!! LET’S GO CE - NA!!!”

There can be no denying just how into this match and split down the middle this Kentucky crowd really is, despite the disrespectful actions of the Olympic Gold Medallist thus far. After a few moments, Cena swiftly exits his corner once again and hurries across into ANOTHER collar and elbow tie up with Angle in the centre of the ring. Knowing his opponent, Kurt immediately slides into the side headlock, causing a groan to emit from Cena’s body of support.

The two men jostle for position, with Angle holding on for dear life, as Cena gets his mighty arms underneath the Champion’s and begins to lift with all his might. Grimacing with effort, Kurt tries to hold on, but gradually, with a roar, Cena begins to LIFT Angle’s arms up into the air in an incredible display of strength. As soon as he is free, Cena quickly turns the tables and snatches Angle in a side headlock, getting a good pop from the crowd in the process.

Angle, the old savvy ring veteran knows exactly what he is doing, however, and quickly backs Cena into the ropes, much like The Doctor of Thuganomics did earlier, before trying to shove him off on the rebound, but Cena HOLDS ON, simply going down to a knee!!
A fierce scowl appears on Cena’s face has he continues to squeeze Angle’s head, who fights for his life on his knees. Muscling himself and his challenger back up to their feet, Kurt goes back to the well in search of a better result this time. Forcing Cena against the ropes, the Olympian delivers a few stiff right hands to the abdomen of the youngster, taking the breath out of him slightly, before FINALLY shoving him off across the ring into the ropes, breaking the hold. Angle braces confidently, but Cena KNOCKS HIM DOWN this time in the clash of shoulders.

Ignoring the pop from the crowd, Cena quickly turns and comes off the ropes, as Angle switches onto his front, and “The Champ” leaps over the top of him, coming off the ropes. Already up, Kurt goes for the Hip Toss again, but this time it is Cena’s turn to block, and spin through, TAKING ANGLE DOWN WITH A STIFF SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!!

A HUGE cheer booms out from the Rupp Arena’s rafters, with a few boos thrown in for good measure, as Angle rolls head over heels, before coming to his knees, a shocked expression in his eyes. He holds his neck gingerly, as Cena swaggering about arrogantly, marches right across to the staring WWE Champion, fire in his eyes, and SPITS RIGHT BACK in Angle’s face!!

The “OH’S!” ERUPT once again from the crowd, as this time it is Kurt Angle’s turn to look absolutely stunned and repulsed, down on his knees. Cena turns away with a confidence about him, pounding his chest like a prize fighter, whilst the “CENA!” chants rage in the background.

His wild eyes locked on his aggressive challenger, Angle wipes the saliva from his eyes with the back of his hand, before stepping up to his feet. The Wrestling Machine looks absolutely incensed. Cena steps forward, going toe to toe with his great rival in the centre of the ring once again, talking some trash, “How’s that feel, honky tonk?” with a deranged smile on his face … before Angle SLAPS John Cena right across the face!!

“OH!” The crowd gasps once again, as Cena staggers backward into the ropes, BUT COMES FLYING RIGHT BACK AND TAKES ANGLE DOWN WITH A DOUBLE-LEG!!! The match has broken down into chaos, as Cena rains down SHOT after SHOT on the Olympic Gold Medallist, who tries desperately to cover up and get the hell out of dodge. Mike Chioda tries to get Cena off and eventually Angle is able to throw the explosive youngster away, before staggering backward on his feet toward the far corner.

But Cena is not done. Popping back up to his feet energetically, Cena goes back to work on the rattled Angle, delivery lefts and rights like a boxer, really pummelling the WWE Champion in the corner, taking advantage of his momentum. Grabbing an arm, Cena hurls Angle across the ring with an Irish Whip, causing The Wrestling Machine to hit the opposite turnbuckle hard, and stagger back out. Cena is there waiting and boots Angle in the gut, hooks the arm, leaps backward and CONNECTS with a FISHERMAN BUSTER SUPLEX to the WWE Champion!! The crowd cheers the form player on, as Cena quickly rolls over and pounces on top of his opponent, hooking both legs for the first cover of the bout.


…1…
…………………………..

… NO!

Angle kicks out relatively easily, much to the relief of his army of fans, despite the high-impact of Cena’s manoeuvre. Shaking his head, the intense Doctor of Thuganomics goes right back to work, grabbing Angle and pulling him back up to his feet. Cena presses the WWE Champion into the ropes before shooting him off across the ring with the Irish Whip. Angle comes off the ropes and Cena lowers his head, looking for a Back Body Drop, but Kurt has it scouted and BOOTS HIM hard in the face. Clutching his mouth, Cena staggers backward, and Angle sees his chance, grabbing Cena’s heading and SNAPPING IT BACK with a wicked EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!

Cena is now the one backpedalling, as Angle delivers two more strong right hands, forcing his petulant challenger into the ropes. Grabbing Cena’s arm, Angle hurls him across the ring with an Irish Whip and swings with a Clothesline as soon as “The Champ” comes back, but Cena ducks it, comes off the ropes again, as Angle turns, and WIPES HIM OUT with a huge FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!!

Another mixed reaction fills the building as Angle rolls over like a rag doll, staggering back up to his feet, and Cena, rolling like a tank, comes off the opposite ropes this time. He LAUCHES himself with a second Flying Shoulder Block … but Angle DROPS DOWN and CENA CRASH AND BURNS, rolling under the bottom rope to the outside!!

Cena hits the floor hard, landing right on his back; arms spread-eagled aside him, out of it. After collecting his breath for a moment, Angle quickly barges right past the referee and steps through the ropes, jumping down to the floor in hot pursuit of his long-time rival. Mike Chioda yells at Kurt to get back in the ring or he will get counted out, but the WWE Champion is not even listening. Dragging Cena back up to his feet, one can almost see the cogs turning in Angle’s mind as he DRIVES Cena’s back HARD into the ring apron! Cena grimaces in agony and Angle quickly rolls him back into the ring.

Ever the ring specialist, Angle is not slow getting back into the ring, turning Cena around as he lies under the bottom rope, and STOMPING away on the small of Cena’s back. Using the ropes for added leverage, Angle drops a few KNEES too for added measure, as J.R and Coach comment that the surgeon Olympian has found the area of the body he will clearly be targeting. Cena winces as Angle pulls him back up to his feet, lifting him into the air, before SLAMMING him down HARD across his knee for a picture-perfect BACKBREAKER!!
Cena convulses in agony on the canvas, clutching his spine, but Angle does not even go for the cover; his work clearly not done yet. Taking his time, the calculating WWE Champion stalks back over to the writhing Doctor of Thuganomics and gets him back up to his feet. Taking a few steps backward, Angle throws Cena’s arm over his head, before lifting him up and connects with a big time VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!

Clearly in agony, Cena flops over onto his front, trying to take some of the strain off his back, but it is a mistake. Grabbing an arm and leg of Cena, Angle drags him back to the middle of the ring, before delivering a few more well-aimed, HARD STOMPS right to the small of his back. Cena groans and clutches at his spine, but Angle gives him not even a second; immediately pulling him back up and taking him into the corner. Snatching Cena’s right arm, Angle HURLS him across the ring, causing his spine to SLAM into the opposite turnbuckle, knocking him down.

The camera closes in on a few Cena fans in the audience looking none too happy with the current situation, whilst the man himself scratches and claws on the canvas. Wiping a bead of perspiration away from his lips, Angle storms right back over to his fallen opponent, pulling him back up to his feet immediately. Pressing Cena into the opposite turnbuckle this time, Angle reaches down deep and SHOOTS Cena across the ring like OUT OF A CANNON, so that he COLLIDES HARD with the turnbuckle for a second time!!

Down for a second time, Cena looks out of it and Angle agrees, hurriedly pulling him back to the centre of the ring, before going for his first cover of the match, hooking both legs.


…1…
…………………………..

…2…
… NO!

Sitting back up, Angle gives the referee a short, sharp, ‘look’, before simply shaking his head and clambering back up to his feet, bringing the helpless Cena with him. Kurt escorts Cena over to the nearby corner; where he DRIVES him face-first into the top turnbuckle … but Cena SURPRISES HIM with a right hand of his own right after! The crowd pops slightly, with some booing, but Angle ends it quickly with a well-aimed right of his own … but Cena NAILS HIM AGAIN!

This time the WWE Champion really is rocked and the plucky Cena, fighting like what he is, a man with everything to lose, sees his chance, coming out of the corner swinging. Angle is unable to stop the onslaught, as Cena delivers RIGHT HANDS and LEFT HANDS, boxing the Olympic Gold Medallist all the way across the ring to the opposite corner. After touching the small of his back gingerly, Cena grabs Angle’s arm and shoots him back across the ring with an Irish Whip. Rashly, Cena races into immediately, but is greeted by Angle’s BOOTS IN HIS FACE!!

With Cena flat on his back, Angle shakes away the cobwebs and nips up backward to the second turnbuckle, before leaping off … but this time HE gets CENA’S BOOT IN HIS FACE!!
The WWE Champion is knocked silly, but stays on his feet, staggering around the ring like a drunk about the ring. Looking up, Cena sees an opening and, with a burst of adrenaline, leaps up to his feet and races off the ropes, taking Angle DOWN with a FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!! Angle rolls over and staggers back up to his feet in a daze as Cena rebounds off the opposite ropes, hitting a SECOND FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!! The crowd is still 50/50, as Cena gets all fired up.

The Doctor of Thuganomics waves furiously for the Olympian to get back up to his feet, and Kurt Angle does not disappoint. He stands and turns around, only for Cena to grab him, LIFT HIM high in the air, SPINNING, before PLANTING him smack in the centre of the ring with the SPINNING SLAM!!

A THUNDEROUS mixed reaction fills the Rupp Arena; as everyone knows what is coming next. Looking like a man possessed, the uncompromising, the disrespectful and talented John Cena walks to Angle’s head and throws his hand in the air to a big pop. Sneering, Cena bends down -- BUT GETS KICKED IN THE FACE!!

A huge smark and male pop goes up, as Cena staggers backwards holding his face, and Angle quickly stumbles back up to his feet. Racing in towards Cena, Angle goes for a right hand, but the young powerhouse beats him to it, blocking the Olympian’s swipe and delivering a right of his own, KNOCKING KURT BACK DOWN! Capitalizing on his momentum, Cena helps Angle back up, takes him against the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip; Kurt manages to reverse it though and sends Cena into the ropes. As the Doctor of Thuganomics comes back, Angle throws a Clothesline, which Cena ducks, comes off the ropes once more and ANGLE CATCHES HIM IN HIS ARMS - TAKING CENA OVER WITH A HUGE RELEASE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!

Lexington ERUPTS into cheers, as Cena is thrown like a puppet across the ring. He sits up, holding onto the ropes, blinking with pain and holding the small of his back, while Angle, standing, leans against the ropes trying to recover himself. Unable to capitalise immediately on his big move, Angle turns to see Cena pulling himself back up using the rope. Kurt marches over, grabs Cena head and ROCKS HIM with a vicious EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!

Pressing the advantage now, Angle drills Cena with a few more hard right hands, knocking him backward against the ropes. Grabbing the youngster’s arm, the WWE Champion goes for the Irish Whip across the ring, only for Cena to reverse it -- but Angle reverses it, swinging behind Cena, with a grip around the waist of the youngster; Angle pops his hips and lifts Cena over, PLANTING HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

Now the crowd ROARS like there was no tomorrow, the pro-Angle side really making themselves heard, as Angle MAINTAINS HIS GRIP on the canvas, bringing Cena back up to his feet -- AND HURLS CENA CRASHING OVER WITH THE SECOND GERMAN!!!! The “ANGLE!” chants are in full flow now, as the Olympian rolls again, lifting Cena up in search of the hat-trick -- BUT CENA SPINS OUT OF IT, booting Angle in the gut and racing off the ropes, leaping over AND HITTING THE THROWBACK!!!!

Suddenly it is Cena back in the driving seat with that quick counter and the “CENA!” chants begin to rock the very foundations of the building once again. Holding his back still slightly, Cena staggers back up to his feet and steps through the ropes.
The Doctor of Thuganomics heads over to the turnbuckle, as the crowd buzzes with anticipation at what this usually so ‘ground ‘n’ pound’ style wrestler could possibly be thinking of. As Cena ascends to the top, Angle begins to stumble back up to his feet, hands rested on his knees, bent over and CENA LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE - TAKING THE WWE CHAMPION OUT WITH A DIVING LEG DROP RIGHT TO THE BACK OF ANGLE’S HEAD!!!!

The Rupp Arena goes absolutely insane at this high-flying manoeuvre of John Cena, as the man himself staggers back up to his feet, looking equally stunned by his own actions. Sneering and pounding his chest like a duelling ape, Cena watches intently, waiting for Angle to turn over onto his stomach. The Olympian finally flops over onto his front and Cena pounces - GRABBING ANGLE’S LOOSE LEFT LEG - TRYING TO APPLY THE STF-U!! With his hands all over the long limbs of Kurt Angle, Cena tries like rabid pit-bull to turn him over, BUT ANGLE ROLLS ONTO HIS BACK AND KICKS CENA AWAY WITH BOTH FEET!!!!

There is a cheer of delight from the crowd that Angle escaped the deadly submission, but also a groan of disappointment, Cena is sent crashing backward, head over heels. The two men stumble back up to their feet at about the same time, but the defending WWE Champion is quicker to the punch, suddenly breaking out and CHARGING AT CENA -- BUT CENA DUCKS IT - AND SPINS BEHIND!! Getting under Angle’s arm, Cena scoops the Olympian up and spins, PLANTING HIM WITH THE SECOND TWISTING SLAM OF THE NIGHT!!!!

The “CENA!” chants tear through the Rupp Arena like several explosions, with the Angle camp trying desperately to drown them out with a flurry of boos, as the swaggering Doctor of Thuganomics struts around the body of the WWE Champion, breathing hard. When he makes it to Angle’s head, Cena holds up two fingers, shouting “Second time lucky!” before bending down, right in the face of the only Olympic Gold Medallist in professional wrestling history and moving his hand back and forth with his usual taunt, as the crowd chants along, “YOU CAAAAAAAN’T SEE ME!!!” Turning swiftly, Cena moves to run at the ropes -- BUT ANGLE GRABS HIS ANKLE, tripping Cena down to the canvas, APPLYING THE ANKLE LOCK OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!

The crowd EXPLODES for the surprise counter, as Cena flaps desperately in the hold, looking equally stunned … AND ROLLS OVER ONTO HIS BACK, KICKING ANGLE AWAY, BREAKING THE HOLD!!!!

Both men roll backward on opposite sides of the ring, with Cena slightly the quicker back up to his feet. As Angle turns around, Cena CHARGES like a wild bull across the ring, THROWING A CLOTHESLINE -- Angle ducks, shifting behind Cena, LIFTING HIM IN THE AIR FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX -- but Cena blocks in half-way, landing back on his feet, spinning around, and HURLING KURT ANGLE CRASHING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

“OH’S!” ERUPT through the arena, as Angle does virtually a 360 over the ropes, landing VERY AWKWARDLY on his left leg, which CRUMPLES immediately!! Lying against the crowd barricade, the WWE Champion clutches his leg, writhing in absolute agony, groaning loudly, as Mike Chioda jumps through the ropes to check on him. Back in the ring a weary looking John Cena uses the ropes to pull himself back up, giving his ankle and back a quick touch, before SCOWLING evilly down at his fallen opponent.

Hugging the barrier, being spurred on and patted by the fans in the first row, Angle struggles to make it back up to his feet, wincing and limping, still holding his left leg, barely able to put ANY pressure on it -- Cena is through the ropes, RACING UP BEHIND ANGLE, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A CHOP BLOCK RIGHT TO THE INJURED LEG!!!!

The BOOS flood the Rupp Arena, the watching public clearly not pleased by Cena’s remorseless actions. Angle lies in a crumpled heap on the ground, hands clutching desperately at his leg, while the ultra-violent Doctor of Thuganomics steps back up, lock-jawed and unsmiling. Ignoring the protests of Chioda, Cena pulls the WWE Champion back up to his feet, throws his arm over his shoulder, folds up his left leg, lifts him up and DROPS HIM right across the STEEL STEPS WITH A HARD SHIN BREAKER!!

Angle cries out in AGONY, as he slumps back into Cena’s arms, virtually defenceless at this point. This time when the camera focuses in on some people in the crowd, their faces are filled with fear at seeing the Olympic Gold Medallist in so much trouble. Cena looks remorseless, his face shaking with his usual rage, and he roughly rolls the hapless WWE Champion back under the bottom rope. Keeping hold of Angle’s legs and remaining on the outside himself, Cena drags Kurt towards the steel ring post so that his legs are on either side of it, dangling over the apron. As the official berates him loudly, Cena leans in close to The Wrestling Machine, “I’m gonna break yo’ fuckin’ leg, Kurt” -- AND CENA SWINGS ANGLE’S LEFT LEG INTO THE STEEL!!!!

“OH!” Gasps and howls go up from the crowd and the agonised cry of Kurt Angle can heard all through the arena, as he left leg is ripped to shreds. Turning around, looking meanly into the crowd, Cena holds up a finger, nodding his head intensely, “One more time, folks”. Turning back immediately, Cena grabs Angle’s leg before he can crawl away, dragging him right back, and DRIVING the leg of the champion INTO THE STEEL ONCE AGAIN!!

“AAAHHH!” Kurt Angle screams in pain, pushing himself away from the ring post desperately, as Cena, the hungry carnivore, rolls back into the ring, ignoring the complaints of Mike Chioda. Angle rolls over onto his stomach, clawing on all fours in an attempt to get away -- BUT CENA GRABS HIS LEG - LOOKING FOR THE STF-U ONCE MORE!! Angle fights for his absolute life, scrambling away and kicking out, preventing Cena from stepping through and cinching it in, AND KURT GRABS HOLD OF THE ROPES!!

Cena wants to continue the attack it seems; stepping in, but Chioda quickly gets in between the two men, keeping Cena back as Angle is in the ropes. Wincing, screwing up his face like shrivelled fruit, Angle drags himself up on the ropes, still refusing to put any pressure on his left leg, and CENA LUNGES - WIPING OUT THE KNEE WITH A SECOND CHOP BLOCK!!!

With Angle crumpling immediately, Cena is back up in a split second, taking hold of the WWE Champion’s stray left limb and pulling him back to the centre of the ring, TRYING TO STEP THROUGH for the STF-U, but Angle FIGHTS IT, kicking out with his right leg and refusing to go over onto his stomach to make it any easier!! Cena is relentless though, holding onto the left leg like a jackal, MUSCLING ANGLE ONTO HIS FRONT and POUNCING onto him, clawing with his hands to CINCH IN THE DEADLY SUBMISSION, but Kurt BLOCKS IT STILL, throwing up his hands desperately and scrambling across the canvas, REACHING THE ROPES!!!!

The crowd cheers loudly, and referee Mike Chioda quickly pulls Cena off of the defending WWE Champion, much to the chagrin of The Doctor of Thuganomics. The young bull looks about as pissed off as a man can be, hands on his head, mouthing “fuck” over and over again, clearly growing frustrated with the proceedings.

He quickly turns back to where Angle is struggling back up against the ropes and rests his hands on his knees, poised like a predator. Angle finally limps around and Cena lifts him up onto his shoulders - GOING TO HIT THE FU -- BUT ANGLE DROPS OFF THE SHOULDER - AND GOES BEHIND!! Fastening a grip around the waist of Cena, Angle summons what little strength he has left, pops his hips and hurls Cena over, DRILLING HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

A ROAR goes through the arena at Angle finally mounting some offence, and the Olympic Gold Medallists MAINTAINS HIS GRIP, rolling his hips. But he is very slow in doing so, his left leg still clearly bothering him -- BUT HE STILL BRINGS CENA CRASHING OVER WITH A SECOND GERMAN!! “TWO!” The crowd chants along, as Cena, punch drunk, looks to be fading, as Chioda asks him if he wants to continue. There is a nod of the head from the youngster, as Angle, firing on all cylinders, brings him back to his feet once again, popping his hips with a huge effort, NAILING A MONSTROUS THIRD AND FINAL GERMAN SUPLEX IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!!!

The Rupp Arena explodes as both Angle and Cena lie still and breathless on the canvas following the sheer exertion of the manoeuvres. Cena slumps over onto his side as Angle, still limping badly, crawls over to Cena, rolls him over and manages to reach back and hook the far leg.


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Cena kicks out!! Lexington cheers wildly, delighted that this match will continue, while Kurt Angle just slumps over in dismay, grimacing in pain and frustration that he did not end this thing here and now. As it stands the “CENA!” chants are slightly overriding the “ANGLE!” chants, probably due to the youngster being on the back foot currently. Angle does even try to put pressure on his leg, instead scratching and clawing his way along the canvas like a one-legged man, searching for the ropes. Back in the centre of the ring, a breathless Cena begins to stir, and finally sits up. Holding onto the ropes for leverage, the WWE Champion manages to pull himself back up to his feet, limping. Angle finally makes it all the way back up, turns around and …

CENA SCOOPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND PLANTS WITH THE F-U!!!!

The crowd delivers THE REACTION OF THE NIGHT!!! It is as mixed as one can possibly be, with an outpouring of cheers from one side and thunderous boos from the other, even drowning out the strangled cries of J.R, Coach and Styles. As the Rupp Arena continues to shake with intensity, neither combatant moves a single inch, completely out of it, breathless and exhausted. Chioda gets down, checking on both men, before standing back and throwing his arms in the air, beginning the inevitable knockout count.

“ONE” … “TWO” … “THREE” … “FOUR” … “FIVE” … “SIX” … “SEVEN” … {Cena rolls off his stomach and sits up, trying to regain his sense} … “EIGHT” … “NINE” … {Cena is all the way up}

Cena suddenly leaps across Angle with a cover, managing to hook both legs.


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ANGLE GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! “OH!” So close but yet so far for John Cena and the crowd fully understand this, letting out yet another STRONG mixed reaction. Almost completely drained, Cena flops back down to the mat, crawling over towards the ropes. Angle begins to stir too, dragging himself over to the ropes at the same time, breathing hard, wincing from the pain of his leg. With Cena already up across the ring, the frenzied Doctor of Thuganomics whirls around like the proverbial drunken boxer and SLUGS Angle hard in the mouth with a big time right hand.

Rocked, the Olympian staggers backward off the ropes, coming back and NAILING Cena with a right of his own, greeted by a thunderous outpouring of cheers. Cena immediately answers with a stiff right of his own, which the Rupp Arena greets with BOOS! The crowd is finally beginning to take a decisive stance, as ANGLE responds with another right hand to his challenger, and a great “YAAAAAA!!!” rumbles through the entire building… but they soon turn to “BOOOOS!!!” as Cena socks the champ right back!!

ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!” … CENA … “BOOOOOO!!!” … ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!” … CENA … “BOOOOOO!!!” … ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!” … CENA … “BOOOOO!!!” …. ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!”… ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!!” … ANGLE … “YAAAAAA!!!” Lexington stands in delight as the reigning WWE Champion FINALLY begins to get the better of the brutal exchange, rocking Cena on his feet with a flurry of right hands, knocking him backward!!
Pulling back, Angle limps forward - GOING FOR THE KNOCKOUT CLOTHESLINE - BUT CENA DUCKS IT - AND GOES BEHIND!! With his head under the arm of Angle, Cena lifts The Wrestling Machine up high and spins, DRILLING HIM WITH A THIRD TWISTING SIDE SLAM SMACK IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!!!

The crowd EXPLODES once more, as Cena staggers backwards against the ropes, clutching his jaw, staring down at the fallen Kurt Angle with utter disdain. Stepping forward gingerly, “The Champ” murmurs, “This time” with three fingers, before raising his hand high in the air, getting a DEAFENING mixed reaction, actually leaning toward heat. Sneering like a villain, Cena bends down, getting right in the face of the WWE Champion, waving his hand back and forth slowly and methodically, “YOU CAAAAAAAN’T SEE ME!!!” Turning on his heel, Cena quickly bounces off of the ropes, does his little step, brushes his shoulder, drops the right hand, and connects with the FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!!!

Third time truly is the charm it seems, as Angle rolls away clutching his face, and Cena pops back up to his feet as well as his sore back will allow. Throwing his arms up in the air, Cena ROARS to a big response from Lexington, before going down, hands on his knees, STALKING the WWE Champion. Using the ropes, a beaten and battered Kurt Angle drags himself up, hobbling, finally manages to turn around and Cena makes his move - LIFTING ANGLE UP FOR THE F-U -- BUT ANGLE GRABS THE TOP ROPE!!

The Olympian holds on for dear life, as Cena tries to pull him away -- ANGLE DROPS OFF THE SHOULDERS - AND GOES BEHIND!! Grabbing Cena’s arm, Angle goes underneath, LIFTING HIM UP INTO THE AIR FOR THE OLYMPIC SLAM -- BUT CENA LANDS ON HIS FEET, WRAPS HIS LEG THROUGH ANGLE’S, TRIPPING HIM DOWN, POUNCING ON HIS BACK - APPLYING THE STF-U!!!!

Another TREMENDOUS ROAR erupts throughout The Rupp Arena, as Angle’s eyes suddenly, partly concealed by Cena’s massive forearms, bug on out of his head along with several monstrous looking veins, and his arms flap around helplessly, searching for something, anything to free himself from this torture. Wrenching back on both the face and knee, Cena bellows, “TAAAAAAAAAAP!!!” at the very top of his lungs, conjuring the image of WrestleMania less than one month ago where it was Kurt Angle applying his deadly submission to Shawn Michaels. The WWE Champion writhes and shakes, the pain clearly ripping and tearing through every part of his body. A thunderous “ANGLE” chant can be heard, as Lexington wills The Wrestling Machine on to preserve his record of having never submitted. Mike Chioda leaps down to his front, holding up his hands to Angle, shouting “Whaddya say, Kurt?”

Angle’s right hand is hovering over the mat, but he quickly snatches it away again, tugging at Cena’s rippling arms, trying to do anything other than tap out, while attempting to inch himself closer to the ropes!! Cena roars “NO!” at the top of his lungs, trying to drag his victim back, causing Angle to once again raise his hand up…


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KEEPS ON FIGHTING!!! Angle summons every last bit of energy he has, REACHING OUT … AND GRABBING THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!

Lexington ERUPTS with delight, as Mike Chioda finally pries the reluctant and furious John Cena off the submission, shoving him back across the ring. As Angle hugs the bottom rope with relief, wheezing and breathing with pain and effort, Cena kicks the opposite ropes, “MOTHERFUCKER!” - AND HE RACES BACK ACROSS - DRAGGING ANGLE BACK INTO THE CENTRE OF THE RING, GOING FOR A SECOND STF-U!!!!

Cena is ALL OVER Angle, ripping and tearing with his arms to try and cinch the devastating submission in completely, but the Olympic Gold Medallist fights it like a man possessed, blocking with both hands and even TWISTING HIS OWN LEG AROUND CENA’S, turning his body downward. Caught, Cena tries valiantly to grab Angle’s head, but Kurt rolls his legs forward, tripping Cena over onto his side with a Banana Split counter, but not going for the pin fall -- GRABBING CENA’S LEG - THE ANKLE LOCK IS APPLIED!!!!

CENA DESPERATELY ROLLS THROUGH … BUT ANGLE DOES - NOT - LET - GO!!! The Rupp Arena is standing, as Cena wildly flips onto his back, kicking and punting at the WWE Championship with everything he has … TO NO AVAIL, AS THE WRESTLING MACHINE HANGS ON TO THE CRIPPLING SUBMISSION - LOOKING TO SNAP CENA’S DAMN ANKLE JUST LIKE HE PROMISED!!! Cena screams, writhes, groans; his arms waving all around for some form of escape, and he REACHES OUT FOR THE ROPES … ANGLE HAS OTHER IDEAS, DRAGGING THE DOCTOR OF THUGANOMICS BACK TO THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!!

The Rupp Arena, Lexington, Kentucky GOES INSANE as Cena BELLOWS out in white-hot agony, his head a field of bulbous veins!! Angle roars like a mad man, “TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” but Cena refuses, holding on as though his life depended on it, not wanting to tap out for only the third time in his entire career - all to Kurt Angle. The crowd is split right down the middle, booming out for both men, as Cena REEEEEEEEECHES with everything left in him, hand shaking, LUNGING FOR THE ROPES … BUT THEY ARE TOO FAR AWAY!!! Angle looks like a rabid dog with his head shaking from side to side, raw intensity … but Cena, showing his amazing fight and strength, actually begins to RISE TO A KNEE!!

The crowd cannot believe what they are witnessing, as Cena RISES TO BOTH KNEES, lifting a stunned Kurt Angle with him. Defiantly, Angle forces the former-WWE Champion down slightly, applying EVEN MORE PRESSURE to the agonizing hold. Cena screams, “AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” as anyone would, but at the same time has his teeth gritted together, summoning every single bit of strength he has left in order to keep on fighting. His hands whiz over the canvas like wipers, inches from tapping out. The crowd watches with baited breath, as A SUFFERING JOHN CENA LIFTS HIS RIGHT HAND INTO THE AIR SLOWLY …


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… AND STAGGERS UP TO HIS FEET WITH KURT ANGLE HOLDING ONTO HIS ANKLE, PULLING HIM IN, AND SCOOPING HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS - GOING FOR AN UNBELIEVABLE F-U!!!! Angle squirms on the shoulders of Cena. The Doctor of Thuganomics tries in vain to get the WWE Champion over, but Angle DRIVES HIS ELBOW into Cena’s jaw OVER and OVER again. Cena is stunned, letting Angle slide off and …

ANGLE LIFTS HIM UP, PLANTING CENA WITH THE OLYMPIC SLAM!!!!

Cena’s upper body pops up from the impact, but it soon crumples back down again, with the crowd going WILD, and Angle drops down across him, hooking the far leg of Cena!!


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CENA ACTUALLY KICKS OUT!!! The Rupp Arena EXPLODES with boos, cheers and gasps, whilst Kurt Angle sits up, holding his head in his hands, looking down at Cena as if to say “What the hell do I have to do?” The young and charismatic Doctor of Thuganomics is not moving one inch though AND - KURT - ANGLE - HAS - SEEN - ENOUGH!!! The Wrestling Machine is back up on his feet, and DOWN COME THE STRAPS to a great pop, as Angle ROOOAAARRRRRSSS with intensity!!!

Cena begins to stir, while Angle, straps down, the perspiration pouring from every pour of his body, begins to STALK the #1 Contender, leaning back frantically, screaming “GET UP!” at the top of his lungs. It takes Cena a LONG time, as he crawls over to the ropes, using them for support as he pulls himself back up to his feet wearily, looking half unconscious and Angle rushes forward – LIFTING CENA UP FOR A SECOND OLYMPIC SLAM -- BUT CENA DROPS OFF THE SHOULDERS - AND SPINS ANGLE AROUND!! Pulling Kurt Angle in by one of his arms, Cena scoops Angle up onto his shoulders and throws the WWE Champion over, PLANTING HIM WITH A HUGE F-U!!!!

The Rupp Arena SHAKES as both Angle and Cena lie like corpses after the devastating manoeuvre. Angle remains still, limbs spread-eagled, as Cena, clutching wincing from his ankle, crawls over to the Olympic Gold Medallist, and lies back across him for the cover.

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“UN - BE - LIEVABLE!!!!” The spirit of Vince McMahon’s commentary lives on through Jonathan Coachman, as he, J.R, Joey Styles, Lillian Garcia, Mark Eaton AND THE ENTIRE ARENA loses its collective mind at Angle kicking out AGAIN!!! Unlike Angle previously, Cena does not spend any time on the canvas, instead he rises back up to his feet, hands over his head, looking down on the Olympic Gold Medallist with that same “What the hell do I have to do?” expression etched into his features.

Gradually, slowly, surely, the courageous Kurt Angle slowly SITS UP to a great ovation from the crowd and Cena turns slowly to look upon his enemy, his face changing from one of surprise to COMPLETE HATRED. No sooner is Angle sitting up - CENA COMES OFF THE ROPES WITH A STIFF KICK TO THE HEAD!!!

Angle goes right back down, damn near unconscious, but CENA - IS - NOT - THROUGH with him by any means. With the crowd now pouring heat on The Doctor of Thuganomics, Cena, his championship aspiration hanging in the balance, snatches Angle back up to his feet, crouches down, immediately lifts him back up onto his shoulders, standing tall in the centre of the ring, the lights flashing all through the arena and …

DELIVERS THE THIRD F-U OF THE MATCH SLAP BANG CENTRE OF THE RING!!!!!!

With a breathless crowd watching on, Angle convulses slightly but soon goes still and Cena flops down on top of him, hooking the far leg for good measure, the WWE Championship almost in his grasp.

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MIKE CHIODA IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING AND LEVELLED!!!!

The Rupp Arena EXPLODES yet again, but this time with pure heat at Cena being screwed, as the camera focuses in on the person responsible for this travesty - A … CAMERA MAN!? Wait, dressed in the all black of a camera man, the figure slowly lowers the camera from his shoulder and face, and the crowd LOSES ITS MIND with heat, as we see …


… ‘THE HEARTBREAK KID’ SHAWN MICHAELS!!!

The man known around the globe as The Heartbreak Kid, wearing black jeans, cowboy boots and a dark, blank shirt, gazes upon the man in the ring who is just coming around to see what the hell is going on. Michaels’ face is one of absolute evil, his hatred and contempt for the young Doctor of Thuganomics impossible to disguise. Cena sits up, turns, sticks his head through the ropes … and SEES the man who just screwed him - BLAM!!!! THE ICON SMASHES THE CAMERA RIGHT INTO THE SKULL OF JOHN CENA - THE GLASS BREAKS RIGHT IN HIS FACE!!!!

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“OH MY GAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDD!!!!!”

“OH MY GO -- WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?”


The sentiments of the crowd, Joey Styles and J.R respectively, as John Cena is KNOCKED - OUT - COLD by that heinous shot to the skull, the
BLOOD NOW POURING from the wound in his head!!! Back outside the ring, the psychotic Shawn Michaels slams the camera down to ground with a crash, before whirling around and heading over to the timekeeper’s area. Lillian and Eaton look scared stiff at first, but the manic Icon yells “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!!!” and shoves them both aside, grabbing and folding up A STEEL CHAIR!!!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” The crowd do the only thing they can do to stop this, as the deranged Headliner storms over to and rolls under the bottom rope, his face a wash of poison. Without even a glance down at the man who forced him to submit barely a month ago at WrestleMania, the lifeless Kurt Angle; Michaels walks right over to John Cena and DRIVES THE CHAIR DOWN RIGHT INTO HIS THROAT!!!!!

Cena’s bloody frame convulses more from impact than pain at this point, having been knocked clean out by the earlier camera shot undoubtedly. But The Icon is not finished. Grabbing hold of one of Cena’s lifeless arms, Shawn throws the young Doctor of Thuganomics over onto his side, arms folded underneath Cena’s massive frame. Glowering at both the crowd and his fallen prey, Shawn Michaels lifts the weapon back, up high, AND SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO THE SKULL OF JOHN CENA … THEN AGAIN … AND AGAIN … AND AGAIN … AND AGAIN … AND AGAIN … AND AGAIN … AGAIN … AGAIN … AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Michaels FINALLY stops, spinning around with a crazed look in his eye, hurling the steel chair from the ring, causing it to SLAM into the crowd barricade, causing the fans to scream. John Cena’s frame is now quivering, his unconscious body now shaking from the trauma his head just suffered, and blood is now trickling from the corner of his mouth. Internal injuries are virtually a given at this point.

Still looking deranged, Shawn Michaels shoves Cena onto his back with his boot, before walking VERY slowly over to where poor Kurt Angle is still lying. Shawn’s face seems to go through every emotion, as he runs his bloody fingers through his mane of long hair, his eyes fixed on his arch-nemesis of almost a year and a half, “Can’t believe I’m doin’ this” eyes if you will. Grabbing an arm and a leg, The Headliner drags The Wrestling Machine across the ring and lays him ATOP JOHN CENA!!!

Looking ever so slightly insane, Michaels admires his handiwork, before exiting the ring once more and heading over to the announce table. J.R, Coach and Styles all get the hell out of dodge, as The Icon reaches over and … TAKES COACH’S WATER!!

The three commentators breathe a sigh of relief as Shawn takes a swig of the water and heads over to where the fallen referee lies. Rolling Chioda over, Michaels raises his face up, and SPITS THE WATER IN HIS FACE!!! The official immediately begins to cough and splutter, and so Michaels throws a bit more liquid over him for good measure. Chioda is definitely beginning to regain his senses, prompting Shawn to toss the bottle aside, take the ref by the scruff of the next and shove him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Michaels remains on the outside of the ring, arms by his side, lips quivering with that unspeakable rage still, as he watches the proceedings inside the ring. Wiping the water from his face, the dazed Mike Chioda sees Angle lying on top of Cena across the ring and CRAWLS agonizingly over to them, whilst J.R screams “NO, DAMMIT, NOT LIKE THIS!” as the slow count begins.


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WINNER - AND STILL WWE CHAMPION - KURT ANGLE @ 32:47.
**JOHN CENA CAN NEVER CHALLENGE FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP AS LONG AS ERIC BISCHOFF IS GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT RAW**


Neither Kurt Angle nor John Cena move a single inch as the bell tolls an Angle’s music kicks in once again. Caked in blood, Cena’s condition is certainly the more worrying, as Mike Chioda struggles back up to his feet, still trying to rid his head of cobwebs. Moving over to the two men, he pulls Angle off Cena and kneels down, checking on the battered Doctor of Thuganomics … as the cold, calculating Shawn Michaels watches on from ringside, emotionless.

Joey Styles:
I -- this is absolutely disgusting. Shawn Michaels is a sick, sick man after what he just did to ruin one of the best WWE Championship matches I have ever seen.

Jim Ross:
Absolutely heinous, Joey. I wish Shawn Michaels would get the hell out of here so we can get some medical attention for John Cena. Kurt Angle is still the WWE Champion, but, dammit, what the hell is wrong with Michaels!?

Jonathan Coachman:
You know usually I’d be the first to rub it in that John Cena can never challenge for the WWE title again, but right now I feel so sick that I don’t even want to mention it. I’m one of Shawn Michaels’ biggest fans, and even I know what he just did was–

Jim Ross:
Oh, FOR GOD’S SAKE, GET HIM OUTTA HERE!!!

As our three commentators were speaking, Shawn Michaels, almost in a trance, pulled himself up onto the ring apron, his eyes fixed on the lifeless body of John Cena in the ring. Standing there, Michaels’ lips continue to quiver, almost as though uttering a silent prayer. Taking his time, The Icon steps through the middle rope and enters the ring and … just stands there. As soon as Mike Chioda sees him, the ref leaps up and blocks Shawn from the two injured combatants.

“No, get outta here, Shawn!” Chioda screams at the man we all thought we once knew, waving his arms around like a traffic cop. Michaels’ eyes, however, do not even flick to Chioda for one moment, but remains completely focused on Cena’s bloody frame. Chioda continues to tell him to leave, and so Shawn slowly turns on his heel…

…AND WHAM!!!

…SHAWN MICHAELS KICKS MIKE CHIODA’S HEAD OFF WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!!!

The crowd delivers some more astounding heat as Chioda goes down hard, hitting the deck and not moving, despite the fact that Shawn Michaels still does not look at him. Moving toward the ropes, it looks as though Michaels is about to exit the ring, as he drops down, but here come the cavalry. Charging down the ramp come about half a dozen or so other referees and backstage officials, eager to check on Cena, Angle and their colleague. Seeing them, Shawn rolls back into the ring immediately, snatching up the steel chair from the mat and racing toward the front ropes, kicking them and slamming the chair off them, “C’mon, I dare ya’, see what happens!” he yells.

The officials stop dead in their tracks, fearful of this psychopath’s threat; all they can do his hold up their hands and protest. But Michaels is not even satisfied with that, telling them to “Get the hell back!” until they begin retreating up the ramp. When he is satisfied with how far away they are, Shawn once again drops down and rolls out of the ring, marching straight over to the announcer’s table, grabbing hold of the cover and tossing it aside angrily!!

Unsurprisingly, J.R, Coach and Styles get the hell out of dodge, throwing us into a commentary-less last few minutes of the PPV. Michaels tosses the monitors and the other pieces of debris aside, before rolling back inside the ring, walking over to the ropes, pointing threateningly at the watching officials once again, before grabbing hold of John Cena’s lifeless body, an arm and a leg, and dragging him across the ring. Shawn tosses Cena through the ropes carelessly before following him. Lifting the wounded Doctor of Thuganomics up, Michaels lies him across the announce table on his back.

Rolling back inside the ring, The Icon looks positively manic, as he pulls him up the turnbuckle, PERCHING ON THE VERY TOP, staring down at Cena with hatred in his eyes, BEFORE PREPARING TO LEAP OFF -- but he stops. Slowly but surely, Shawn’s head turns as he stand up top, until the camera follows his gaze … to the body … of Kurt Angle.

Stepping down from the top, Michaels heads over to where Kurt is still out of it, grabbing hold of him in the exact same way he did Cena, and drags him out of the ring unceremoniously. Getting Angle up on his shoulder, Shawn dumps him onto the announce table too, taking care to position the reigning WWE Champion ON TOP OF CENA, on his front, stacking the two men up like ply wood.

They just can not help it; the Rupp Arena begins to buzz with crazy anticipation as Shawn Michaels rolls into the ring once more, marches over to the corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Steadying himself on the very top rung, Shawn rises up, standing tall, gazing down with hate-filled eyes on the two men he despises most in this world: John Cena, the man he sees as trying to take his spot, trying to BE him, costing him everything; and Kurt Angle, his old nemesis, and the man who has broke his ankle two WrestleMania’s running. Michaels raises his arms into the air, before…

SHAWN MICHAELS FLIES OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND SMASHES DOWN ONTO BOTH ANGLE AND CENA WITH THE FLYING ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE RAW ANNOUNCE TABLE AND THE DAMN EXPLODES IN A MESS OF WOOD, WIRE AND CABLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Rupp Arena is damn near explosive, with one half of the crowd going absolutely insane for the spot they just witnessed, while the other half silent, aghast at the damage that was just done to their two top superstars, John Cena and the WWE Champion Kurt Angle.

Pulling on the crowd barricade and holding his ribs, Shawn Michaels staggers back up to his feet, stumbling backward slightly so that he stands at the head of his fallen foes.

The reaction that fills the arena is as mixed as one can get, yet DEAFENING, as once the most revered and admired superstar in professional wrestling history makes his first appearance in a WWE arena since WrestleMania 22. As the officials finally pluck up the courage to enter the ring and check on Mike Chioda, Kurt Angle and John Cena remain cold and still, eyes closed, and Cena bloodied; and Shawn Michaels, eyes closed in ecstasy, slowly raises his arms into the air to another THUNDEROUSLY LOUD mixed reaction as we fade … to … … … black.


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