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Re: Legend Presents: WWE 2006 - Stop Your Grinnin' And Drop Your Linen

Monday Night Raw - May 8th, 2006; Anaheim, California

“Who was it that did those awful things?"



Game On


A video package plays, highlighting the events which unfolded last week on Raw, with Kurt Angle’s ‘One Man War’ on Eric Bischoff and his allies, attacking not only the GM, but also The Spirit Squad, Carlito, and Chris Masters. The video then shifts to what unfolded at the end of the show, where we finally got the Angle-Big Show showdown we had been expecting all night, with Bischoff’s cronies dismantling the WWE Champion, before Triple H returned to Raw to make the save…

Once the video package ends, the Raw opening video plays, before we enter the arena to see an incredible pyrotechnic display. Finally, we go to ringside with Jim Ross, Joey Styles, and Jonathan Coachman.

Jim Ross: Since Backlash two weeks ago, our General Manager Eric Bischoff and his numerous associates have seen very, very hard times, and gentlemen, will tonight be any different?

Jonathan Coachman: I gotta say this, J.R., Mr. Bischoff and his friends are not gonna put up with the kind of treatment they’ve been receiving. They’ve gotta do something about this, and they’re gonna start tonight!

Joey Styles: We’re sold out in the Anaheim Pond tonight in Anaheim, California. A Women’s Title tournament, Intercontinental Title on the line tonight, m–


“BEHOLD THE KING … THE KING OF KINGS”



The Pond ERUPTS with a thunderous ovation, as ‘Time To Play The Game’ rumbles over the PA ominously, and the man who made his triumphant return last week, ‘The Cerebral Assassin’, ‘The King Of Kings’, ‘The Game’ TRIPLE H steps out onto the stage. Dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, Hunter takes a swig of his water, takes a look around the arena, smirks, and saunters on down to the ring.

Jim Ross: And it sounds like, it looks like we’re gonna be joined by “The King Of Kings”, who made his return to the WWE just two weeks ago at Backlash, and again last week, much to the chagrin, I might add, of General Manager Eric Bischoff.

Jonathan Coachman: This stinking, no-good, gutless coward had no right doing what he did last week. ‘Assault with a deadly weapon’, that sounds about right, doesn’t it? You saw what he did to my boys The Spirit Squad and “The Masterpiece”. Totally outta line.

Joey Styles: “Assault with a deadly weapon?” Gimme a break, Coach. I suppose ten seconds earlier when you and your buddies were beating the crap out of our WWE Champion with chairs, cases, tables, that was all fine, right?

Helmsley steps into the ring, posing on the turnbuckle for a few moments, before calling for a microphone from Lillian Garcia, which he gets. After a few moments, he begins…

Triple H: N–

“WELLLLLL … IT’S THE BIG SHOW”




Jim Ross: What!?

Triple H does an uncanny impression of The Undertaker as he rolls his eyes with exasperation, whilst the crowd boos mercilessly, all heralding the arrival of the gargantuan giant, The Big Show, who walks down the ramp in his wrestling attire accompanied by the corpulent Paul Bearer, as well as Raw General Manager Eric Bischoff, Carlito, Chris Masters, Torrie Wilson, and The Spirit Squad.

Joey Styles: Well just as Triple H was about to address this capacity crowd, and you at home, we’re being interrupted by Eric Bischoff’s cronies, including, among others, the seven-foot, five hundred pounder.

Jonathan Coachman: You gotta admit, fellas, it takes some serious cahonas to interrupt The Game, on tonight of all nights.

The allies choose to walk as far as the foot of the ramp, where Bearer whips out a microphone and holds it up to his mastodon.

The Big Show: (Can’t get a word in)

~ “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!”

The Big Show:Now – now these people might not want me to say it, Hunter, and they might not even want to say it themselves, but since I don’t really give a damn what they think, myself and Paul, the two of us, we just wanted to come out here and be – and be the first two people to welcome you back to Raw after all this time. Welcome back, Triple H. Welcome… back.

~ Extremely mixed reaction for this, as both The Game and the crowd can smell the bullshit, despite the ‘sincerity’.


The Big Show:
(Rubs chin) And that’s all I’d like this to be, Hunter, I really would. I’d love it if all this was, was myself and Paul walking out here with open arms… welcoming THE GAME… THE KING OF KINGS… back to the fold. But y’see, I – I have a confession to make, Hunter. I’ve an ulterior motive for coming out here and interrupting you tonight. Now, laying all niceties to one side for a moment, let me just bring your attention to something, Hunter.

~ As the crowd watches, the mastodon holds up his mighty right-hand.

The Big Show:
Now, I understand that you were the top dog, the alpha male on Raw before your little, uhm, injury, but


~ Show takes a step forward.


The Big Show:
….A lot can change in a month, Hunter. Since you went AWOL this… (Clenches fist) hand has been knockin’ out guys left, right, and centre. Kane? Done. Eugene? Finished? Shelton Benjamin? You bet. The guy who kicked your ass at WrestleMania, the man formerly known as “Mr. Monday Night” Rob Van Dam? Gone. I’ve become what you only dreamed of being, Hunter. I’ve become… dominance.

~ Thunderous boos, as Trips continues to glare at the giant.

The Big Show:
So, how ‘bout you get out of MY ring… before I cripple you again? Y’see, you might have everyone else fooled, Hunter… but not me, not me. I know that without that sledgehammer you carry around with you like some kind of lucky charm – without that, Hunter, you’re nothin’ more than a very small… very angry… very bitter man without the guts to get into a fight without some back up. Sound about right?


~ Crowd boos

The Big Show: I thought so. Y’know, I don’t what Mr. Bischoff here… (smiles at Eric) ever saw in you, Hunter. I mean, it’s not like you were ever gonna’ win the WWE Championship… was it? You probably never will again. You’re days… are done. You might call yourself the, uh, what was it? The King Of Kings? Well, “Mr. King Of Kings”(growls) you’re in the land of GIANTS now.

~ Trips wears a smirk


The Big Show:
Did I say something funny, little man? Let me remind you… (stops, rolls up his sleeve) you aren’t watchin’ this on TV at home anymore, tiny. You aren’t safe.

~ Triple H continues to grin arrogantly right at the giant, who shakes his head.

The Big Show:
Y’know, you’ve only just come back… and you’re already pissin’ me off.

~ “BOO!”

The Big Show:
Trist me, you’re gonna get introduced the best right-hand in the business, pal… (reaching the apron) ’cause I’m gonna shove it down your throat–


***MEDAL***



Anaheim blows the roof with a phenomenal ovation, heralding the arrival of the reigning WWE Champion, Kurt Angle, who marches out onto the stage, clad in his wrestling attire, straps pulled down, with the title belt over one shoulder.

Jim Ross: IT’S – IT’S KURT ANGLE!!

Jonathan Coachman: What’s he doing here!?

Joey Styles: The WWE Champion has interrupted proceedings here, just as it seemed that Big Show and Company were about to pour into the ring, and take apart Triple H, or at least attempt to do so.

‘The Wrestling Machine’ paces up and down angrily, while Big Show and co. glower angrily up at him, and Triple H doesn’t look all that delighted either. Before Kurt can speak though, our esteemed General Manager steps up.

Eric Bischoff: Oh… (smirks, then laughs a bit) oh, I get it. You’re out here to help you’re old buddy Triple H, right, Kurt?

~ Angle already has a mic in hand.

Kurt Angle: Actually, what I had in mind was more along the lines of me coming down there and picking up where we left off last week, KICKING YOUR ASS!!

~ Huge pop for the Olympian.

Kurt Angle: ’Cause don’t any of you make the mistake of thinking that I’m through with you. I might’ve put you all out with the trash last week, but, Eric, until I get Shawn Michaels on a plate, I’m gonna be on your ass like a badrash.

~ Several of the heels down at ringside swallow nervously.

Kurt Angle: But… (looks up, past the heels) Triple H… I don’t forgive, and I certainly don’t forget. I don’t need your help, I don’t want your help, and as far as I’m concerned, me and you? We’ve still got unfinished business.


~ Helmsley mouths “Oh really”, as Bischoff looks between the two, grinning smugly.

Eric Bischoff: Well, well, well. I’m glad, Kurt, I’m glad that your memory doesn’t seem to be quite as bad as Mr. Helmsley’s here. Mr. Helmsley who -- since returning -- has conveniently chosen to forget that it was Rob Van Dam who put him out of action at WrestleMania, and who -- since returning -- has conveniently chosen to forget that it was ME, Eric Bischoff, who gave him everything of a silver platter!

~ Hunter slowly shakes his head, as Bischoff turns back to Angle.

Eric Bischoff:
I’m glad – I’m glad that you remember just who it was who challenged you for the WWE Championship at the Royal Rumble, and a few weeks after that, who it was who bloodied and battered you, left you -- and your dear brother Eric -- for dead.

~ Mixed reaction from the crowd, with Angle remembering all too well, as he eyeballs the stoic Game.


Eric Bischoff:
That’s right. Back before Mr. Helmsley here decided to jump ship, he ran with me. He wanted a shot at the WWE Title, so I gave him a shot at the WWE title. That’s all your brother’s blood was worth to this heartless, ruthless son of a bitch, Kurt. Just that weight in gold over your shoulder.

~ “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”

Eric Bischoff:
And I know – I know that you both have a problem with me and mine -- Mr. Show in particular it seems.

~ Big Show smiles.

Eric Bischoff:
And it goes without saying that one day soon, one -- or maybe even both of you -- will step into the ring with this giant; after all, that piece of hardware on your shoulder is quite an alluring prospect, Kurt.

~ The crowd boos at the prospect of Big Show getting a title shot, while Paul Bearer applauds loudly.

Eric Bischoff:
And – and as much as I know everybody here would love to see it -- and as much as I love each and every person here -- unfortunately, Kurt, you will not be defending the WWE Championship against Big Show or anyone else for that matter here tonight.

~ Mixed reaction from the crowd.

Eric Bischoff:
No, no, I think I’ll give you both some time to prepare. So, how about this, Show? We give you that title match next week in Texas?


~ Big Show’s eyes drift up the ramp to Angle, never leaving him.

The Big Show: (smiles) Sounds good to me.

Eric Bischoff: And I’m pretty sure it sounds good to everyone else.

~ Bischoff looks around the arena expectantly, but all he gets are boos, with crowd no longer caring that it is Big Show getting the title shot, just wanting to see a damn title match tonight.

Eric Bischoff:
I’m glad you like it. But don’t worry – don’t you worry at all, because Eric Bischoff hasn’t forgotten about little ol’ Anaheim, California.

~ Muted cheap pop.

Eric Bischoff:
No, you’re gonna see a blockbuster, Pay-Per-View quality main event just like those lucky Texan Rednecks will next week in Lubbock.

~ Boos for the rival state.

Eric Bischoff:
’Cause y’see tonight it’s your turn for a favour, Kurt. Big Show gets his next week when he faces you for the title, but don’t anyone ever say that Eric Bischoff is unfair, ’cuz tonight Kurt Angle gets what he’s been waiting for since February.

~ Angle narrows his eyes.

Eric Bischoff:
No, tonight, in the second match of “Eric Bischoff’s Extreme Initiative”, since they have so much unfinished business…


…IT’LL BE THE WRESTLING MACHINE, THE WWE CHAMPION KURT AAAANGLE, GOING ONE-ON-ONE WITH THE KING OF KINGS, THE CEREBRAL ASSASSIN, THE GAME TRIIIIPLE H!!!

~ The crowd goes nuts at the announcement, as ‘I’m Back’ hits over the PA, and Bischoff proceeds to high-five with all of his allies around the ring, while, from the ring and the stage respectively, Triple H and the WWE Champion Kurt Angle lock eyes.


Jim Ross: Oh my God!! Eric Bischoff has really stuck it to his two biggest enemies tonight. What a main event! In his first match since WrestleMania over a month ago, The Game will go one-on-one with none other than WWE Champion Kurt Angle!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Mr. Bischoff’s a genius!!

Angle hitches the WWE title belt on his shoulder, baring his teeth savagely as he continues to eyeball the man who bloodied his brother not four months ago…








{Commercials}


*Backstage*

The winces, groans, and sighs can only mean one thing: we are in the locker room of the only double champion currently performing in the WWE, as the Intercontinental Champion and one-half of the World Tag Team Champions, Shelton Benjamin, gingerly removes his shirt, beginning to get changed for his match later tonight. As he struggles, the camera pans around to reveal Charlie Haas watching intently from the corner.

After several awkward moments…

…Haas sighs, walks over, and begins to assist he battered buddy.


*Ringside*

1 - Tag Team Match
The Sons Of Samoa w/Armando Alejandro Estrada
vs. Rocky Smith & Chad Levitt

Still riding the incredible wave of momentum since their debut at Backlash, Estrada’s monstrous new tandem, Umaga and Samu, give another demonstration of their unbelievable dominance, as the plough right through a couple of skinny kids from the local town, hitting every single high impact move in their arsenal: Samoan Drops, Urinage Slams, Savate Kicks, Flying Headbutts, Corner Wrecking Balls etc. etc. They two savages finally put the kids out of their misery with a pair of nasty SAMOAN SPIKES, before stacking the bodies up like cord wood, for the three count.

Winners - Sons of Samoa via pinfall @ 1:51.


After the match, AAE clambers into the ring with his tickets to the top, and poses impressively between the two bellowing behemoths to tremendous boos.


Jim Ross: Good God. Watchin’ Estrada’s two monsters go to work is like watchin’ a couple o’ grown men play with children. It frightening. It’s ungodly. It’s downright scary.

Jonathan Coachman:
You’ve got that right, J.R. Armando sure has hit a home run with this team he’s come into ownership of. Who the hell is gonna stop them?

Joey Styles:
I have absolutely no idea, Coach, but one thing is for sure, should Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin still be tag team champions by then, at Vengeance, they will face this intimidating new unit in their first official pay-per-view outing.



*Backstage*

All five members of The Spirit Squad stand in a huddle backstage, dressed to compete, outside their own private locker room, bickering and squabbling as per usual. Nicky is holding a roll of coins.

Nicky:
Look, I’m tellin’ ya’, it’s the fairest way.

Johnny:
I agree with Nick.

Mitch: ’Course you do, John. It was Nick’s little coin tossin’ that done gotcha’ that spot at WrestleMania, now wasn’t it?

Kenny:
Actually that was, uh, talent.

Nicky:
Wait, wasn’t it you who got pinned at Backlash, Ken? Wow, that’s some real talented cheerin’ right there, guys.

Kenny: Hey, that’s CAPTAIN Ken to you
!

Mitch: Shut up, Ken. Look, ya’ll got ta’ be a part of the WrestleMania and Backlash matches, so I think it’s only fair that me, Nicky, and Mikey get our chance to shine, y’know? Try and show Mr. Bischoff why he can’t do without us, right? That’s the whole point of this little match, ain’t it?

Johnny: … …I guess so.

Kenny: (Scoffs) If you think you can do a better job than the only one of us to ever get a shot at the Intercontinental Title, be, my, guest.

Mikey: Can we get at least get a “Spi–?

~ The other four members angrily glare at the goofy Mondo, who immediately takes the hint and shuts his mouth, as the group continues to bicker.


{Commercials}


*Video Plays*

Narrator:
It started out as a dream …

- RVD flying over the ropes into Jerry Lynn.

Narrator:
That became a reality …

- Mike Awesome powerbombing Masato Tanaka.

Narrator:
Last year the dream was relived …

- Tommy Dreamer crashing through the flaming table.
Narrator:
This year it will be reborn …

- Sandman brawling through the crowd.

Narrator:
This year ‘Extreme’ will live again …

- Taz suplexing some poor bastard.

Narrator:
This year sees the return …

- Sabu killing himself almost, as a voices echoes out.

“Of …”

- Quick, wild shots of Dreamer, Sandman, RVD, Funk, Taz, Sabu and Awesome.

“… ECW.”



“ECW One Night Stand, June 11th, 8/7CT, live on pay-per-view”

*End video*



*Parking Lot*

An expensive, red, sports car quickly pulls into the large parking lot. Out of the back quickly nips the Women’s Champion MICKIE JAMES, carrying her bags, looking around nervously, and talking frantically on her cell phone. Wiping her hair out of her face, Ms. James hurries toward the arena.

Mickie James: (Stammering) Yeah (…) I’m here now (…) No (…) I haven’t seen either of them yet (…) What? (…) ‘Number one’ what? (…) How the hell should I know?

~ Mickie tucks her bags under her arm as the doorman holds it open for her and she enters the arena, still glancing about nervously.

Mickie James: It’s okay (…) I get my own locker room now (…) ’Cuz of security (…) No, I don’t need you tonight (…) Yeah, maybe then (…) Bye.


~ Ms. James hangs up, puts her phone away, and heads into the arena.


*Ringside*

Jim Ross:Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Monday Night Raw, and coming up next it’s the Women’s Championship Series to determine the first challenger to our brand new Women’s Champion -- who we all just saw -- Mickie James.

Jonathan Coachman: That’s right; J.R., Ashley, Candice Michelle, Victoria, and that whiner Trish Stratus are all in action against one another tonight, and whichever two ladies win tonight, meet next week, one-on-one, for the chance to face Mickie … at Vengeance.

Jim Ross: I’ll hand it to Bischoff. Hell of an idea. How about what’s already been signed for tonight and next week though? First off, tonight, in our main event, we’re gonna see old enemies WWE Champion Kurt Angle and the returning Triple H go one-on-one.

Joey Styles: And, for those of you joining us in Lubbock, Texas next week thinking you’re missing out, think again, because next week,
(graphic comes on screen)the WWE Championship will be on the line, as ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Kurt Angle defends against the seven-foot, five hundred pound weapon of mass destruction, The Big Show.

2 - Qualifying Match for #1 Contender’s Match Next Week
Ashley Massaro vs. Victoria

Ashley is game. But Victoria is gamer. The powerful Diva who came so close to capturing the title at WrestleMania and Backlash throws down an impressive gauntlet for Trish and Candice watch, polishing Massaro off with the Widow’s Peak at 3 minutes 47 seconds.

Winner - Victoria via pinfall @ 3:47.

Vickie gets a much more mixed response as she has her hand raised by the official, while, at the same time, she motions that the title will be coming around her waist soon.

Joey Styles: Another dominating performance from Victoria. As you can see on the screen, ladies and gentlemen, she advances to the number one contender’s match next week, live on Raw.

Jonathan Coachman: Yes she does, Joey. But y’see, that’s the beauty of this tournament that Mr. Bischoff has created; it adds even more excitement to what was an already exciting match between Trish ‘Whiner’ Stratus and Candice Michelle.

Jim Ross: “Whiner”? Nice to see you’re runnin’ with some new material, Coach.



*Backstage*

Having just finished up in the locker room, Chavo Guerrero finishes pulling on his bandanna, and exits out into the hallway, clad in his dark tights and ‘I’m Your Papi’ tribute t-shirt. The former Cruiserweight Champion heads toward the ring … until he stops; Gregory Helms enters our camera shot, similarly dressed to compete.

Gregory Helms:
Bit of a change from last week, ain’t it?

~ Chavo takes a look at Helms’ taped ribs.

Chavo Guerrero:
You might say that.

Gregory Helms:
(Touching his ribs) Oh, these? Nothin’ to ’em, Chavito.

~ Guerrero looks slightly irked by the casual use of his nickname, as Helms arrogantly smirks through his dark shades.

Chavo Guerrero:
Is this gonna be a problem?

Gregory Helms:
Is what gonna be a problem?

Chavo Guerrero: You know what.

~ Stepping forward slightly, Helms sighs, removes his shades, and looks Chavo in the eye,

Gregory Helms:
Oh right… (taps chin, smirks) that. No problem at all.

~ Greg pops his shades back on after a wink and saunters off with a swish of his long coat, leaving Chavo staring after him, clearly not impressed by his partner’s continued dickish ways…


{Commercials}


*Backstage*

No longer using his crutches, but still sporting the cast on his right arm, Mr. Money in the Bank Carlito saunters through the backstage area in his all white Caribbean gear, tossing his car keys up and down, saying “hi” to a few people, before pushing the door open to the parking lot and stepping outside…

…where he freezes. In horror.

Carlito: (Mortified) ‘D -- Dat’s Carlito’s car.

~ Carlito’s keys tumble to the ground.


*Ringside*

Jim Ross: Uh, I have no idea what is goin’ on there, but whatever it is, Carlito doesn’t look too impressed. His car? Anyway, folks, still to come tonight, Intercontinental Title on the line, and Triple H battles Kurt Angle in our main event.

Jonathan Coachman: Oh man. ‘Lito just bought his car. I hope it’s okay.


3 - Six Man Tag Team Match
World Tag Team Champ Charlie Haas, Gregory Helms & Chavo Guerrero
vs. The Spirit Squad

Desperate to not only get back in the good books of Eric Bischoff but also to get a piece of one of the men who took the tag titles from them, Nicky, Mikey and Mitch step up to represent The Spirit Squad in ant exciting Six Man Tag. Nemeth starts goes after his old nemesis Haas, with the two athletic youngsters jockeying for position inside the ring, until the brash cheerleader decides to try and gain the upper hand with a vicious SLAP ACROSS THE FACE OF HAAS, drawing huge heat from the crowd.

After rubbing his face contemplatively for a few moments, Haas nods his head, has a little smirk, BEFORE SLAPPING THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF NICKY’S MOUTH!!

The crowd roars, as Haas lights Nemeth up with right hands and a few European Uppercuts, backing him right across the ring into the ropes, before trying to shoot him across. Nicky reverses the whip, but Haas ducks the clothesline, hits the ropes once, before wiping the young cheerleader out with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!! As soon as Nemeth staggers back up, Haas, shoves him back into the ropes, catches him, and HURLS him overhead WITH A HUGE RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! Instead of going for the cover, Haas punishes the inexperienced superstar for a few moments, but it costs him, as Nick is able to reverse an Irish Whip once more, only this time, behind the ref’s back, Mitch DRILLS Haas in the back. Charlie whirls around, BLASTING Mitch off the apron, but turns back -- Nemeth leaps, and SCORES WITH THE INVERTED STO!!

Still no covers in this one, as a pissed off Nemeth continues to punish one of the men who ended his reign atop the tag team empire, before bringing in Mikey. Young Mondo continues the assault, pounding on Haas in the corner, but connecting with a NECKBREAKER centre of the ring, scoring a near fall, before bringing in Mitch. Mikey tosses Haas in the corner, turns, waits, as Mitch races in, and Mikey ALLEY-OOPS HIS PARTNER RIGHT DOWN ONTO HAAS!!

Haas goes limp and Mitch quickly whips him out of the corner, RIGHT INTO THE SUPER DUPER KICK, from Mondo, cleaning his clock!! As the referee forces Mitch out of the ring, it allows Haas a brief respite, enabling him to kick out of Mitch’s pin fall attempt. Mitch isn’t done though, as he lifts the All-American up, hammering him, before going for the whip -- Haas swings through, under the arm, grabs Mitch around the waist - BEFORE HURLING THE MALE CHEERLEADER OVER WITH A HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Haas manages to get his bearings … AND MAKES THE TAG TO CHAVO GUERRERO!!!

Despite still wearing the bandages of last week’s brutal Tables Match, Chavito comes in like a house of fire, taking both Mitch and Mikey down with consecutive clotheslines, before taking Nicky up and over with a big back body drop!! As Mikey staggers back up, GREGORY HELMS FLIES THROUGH THE AIR - MISSILE DROPKICK TO Mondo!! Chavo follows suit, springing over the ropes WITH A HÉLO RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEERLEADER, followed by a cover. Nemeth scrambles in to break it up just in the nick of time.

Mitch manages to dump Helms out of the ring, as a furious Charlie Haas re-enters the fray, making a beeline for the interfering Nemeth. Racing across the ring, Haas CLOTHESLINES NICKY OVER THE TOP ROPE, TAKING HIMSELF OUT ALSO!! Back inside the ring, all alone seemingly, Chavo lifts Mikey up, HITTING ONE VERTICAL SUPLEX, THEN ANOTHER, before getting him set up for the THIRD AMIGO -- MITCH SLUGS HIM DOWN OUT OF NOWHERE!! The crowd boos as the official argues with Mitch, trying to get him out of the ring, as Nicky and Haas brawl on the outside.

As Mikey staggers around, Chavito catches him with a quick boot to the gut, before setting him up and DRILLING him with the BRAINBUSTER, completing the hat trick. Nemeth springs back up on to the apron, grabbing the referee’s attention, as first Guerrero and then Helms head top -- JOHNNY SHOVES HELMS DOWN TO THE FLOOR BELOW!!!

Thunderous boos greets the outside interference from one of two Spirit Squad members not in this match, as Chavo jumps down from the top, NAILING the cheerleader, knocking him off the apron, not noticing Kenny slip Haas’ World Tag Team Title belt to Mikey.
As Nicky holds the official’s attention, Helms writhes on the floor outside, and Haas struggles back up, Chavo turns back from the apron, AND GETS BLASTED RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THE TITLE BELT!!! Mondo disposes of the weapon, and calls for the referee, who Nemeth conveniently releases.


1...

2...

{HAAS TRIES TO BREAK IT UP}

THREE!!!!

Winners - Spirit Squad via pinfall @ 10:56.


Boos fills the arena, as the music of The Spirit Squad hits and the young cheerleaders leap about excitedly for their biggest win in a long time. Haas slides into the ring just too late, sending Mikey & co. scurrying out of the ring and back up the ramp, dancing gleefully.

Jonathan Coachman: They did it!! Haha, I told you they would, fellas. ’Mando Estrada’s gonna be one happy chappy after what my boys just did to Charlie Haas here tonight, but so is Eric Bischoff.

Joey Styles: Well both Johnny and Kenny got more involved than they had a right to be, first knocking Gregory Helms off the top and then handing that tag title belt to Mikey, which he used to deadly effect on Chavo Guerrero.

Jim Ross: I don’t know what you’re smiling about, Coach. Your “boys”, as you like to ’em them, just stole their biggest victory in a long time. But I guess we’ve come to expect that from everyone associated with Jonathan Coachman and our ‘esteemed’ General Manager. I just hope this isn’t a sign of things to come tonight, what with Shelton Benjamin set to defend his Intercontinental Championship against Chris Masters, not to mention the main event.


As Haas and Helms check on the dazed Guerrero in the ring, all five members of the jubilant Spirit Squad pose at the top of the ramp, arms raised in victory.

{Commercials}


Angle-Triple H History - The 2006 Royal Rumble - In a brief reminder for those fans who have forgotten it, the violent, bloody war contested over the WWE Champion is revisited, highlighting Hunter’s ruthless aggression, but, ultimately, Angle’s savvy, as he catches The Game with a Small Package to retain.

Jim Ross: I might not agree with the reasoning behind it, but I cannot wait for our main event. A true slobberknocker, but before that, we’ve still got the Intercontinental title to decide. Later tonight, Shelton Benjamin puts the gold on the line against Chris Masters.



*Backstage*

Outside in the parking lot, Torrie Wilson waits, looking lovely as ever, until a long, stretch limousine pulls up. The blonde Diva smiles and walks round to the other side to get in … but her eyes open wide.

Torrie Wilson: What the hell is this?

~ The driver hurries over, removing his cap humbly, and looking where Ms. Wilson is pointing. His eyes, too, widen in horror.

Driver: (Stammering) Oh – oh man, I – I have no idea.

~ Torrie looks at him angrily.

Torrie Wilson: How can you have no idea? You’re in the thing 24/7!

~ Pathetically, the driver opens his mouth to speak … but quickly thinks better of it and remains silent. Ms. Wilson closes her eyes, lets out a long sigh, and runs his fingers through her long blonde hair with exasperation…

Torrie Wilson: (Softly) No way am I telling Mr. Bischoff what’s happened.

~ Torrie and the driver exchange anxious glances, as we cut away.


*Elsewhere backstage*

Getting the usual outpouring of wolf whistles and hoots, we get a couple of shots of the two women involved next, Trish Stratus and Candice Michelle, neither Diva wearing much, as they stretch ahead of their upcoming match.

Jim Ross: Up next, it’s match number two in the series to determine who will challenge Mickie James for the Women’s Championship. For the first time since losing the title at Backlash, Trish Stratus is in action. She faces Candice Michelle, next!

{Commercials}


Advertisement for SmackDown plays, hyping another PPV quality card with Batista vs. Finlay for the first time ever, MNM vs. The Hooligans, & Rey Mysterio vs. Booker T for the United States Championship.

***TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL*** Getting a mostly positive response from Anaheim, the Canadian bombshell Trish Stratus heads down to the ring, trying her best to look no nonsense and all business, but coming across, as usual, as just flat out sex on legs.

Jim Ross:Trish Stratus has not been in a good mood since WrestleMania, and I don’t think losin’ her title at Backlash helped matters.

Jonathan Coachman:
She might be hot, but she’s still a whiner.

Joey Styles: Can’t argue with that, J.R., Mrs. Stratus has done her fair share of complaining since WrestleMania, and now she’s beltless in every sense.

Jonathan Coachman: Ooh how insightful, Joey.

With her music fading in the background, Trish rolls into the ring and calls for a microphone from Lillian Garcia, which she soon gets. Angrily flicking her hair out of her face, Stratus brings the mic up.

Trish Stratus:
I… (breathing hard, eyes down) …am a SEVEN time Women’s Champion.

~ Mixed reaction from the crowd, as Trish wipes her hair again.

Trish Stratus:
And this… is the way I’m treated?

~ “She’s whining. Shock, horror.” Thanks, Coach.


Trish Stratus: Don’t I deserve better?

~Mixed response

Trish Stratus: Don’t I -- a woman who has done more for this division than anyone -- don’t I deserve a little better than to be screwed out of my title, and then to be shoved in this joke of a tournament to get a rematch that I should receive automatically? Don’t I deserve a little better than that?

~ Trish’s tone is still very hard to read.

Trish Stratus:
But of course, we couldn’t make things easy on Trish Stratus, now, could we? We couldn’t make things… fair. No, when Mickie James decides to attack me at WrestleMania, steal my belt, and go AWOL from the company that pays her wages for a month… no one bats an eyelid. (Scoffs) Why would they?

~ Some slight boos for Ms. James.

Trish Stratus:
It’s like this. Mickie, Vickie -- whoever the hell has my title when the time comes -- this crap doesn’t mean a thing, ’cuz as far as I’m concerned, your lookin’ at the rightful number one contender… right, here. So enjoy it while it lasts, Mickie, ’cuz you’re living on borrowed time.

~ Trish tosses the mic aside angrily and, once again, sweeps her hair out of her face, clearly not appreciating the less than positive response she’s now, unsurprisingly, receiving from The Pond.

Jonathan Coachman: Do I even need to say anything?

Joey Styles: Not for a couple of weeks at least. See ya.

Jim Ross: Trish Stratus not endearing herself to the good citizens of Anaheim by any means. Something’s really changed in that young lady’s head.

4 - Qualifying Match for #1 Contender’s Match Next Week
Trish Stratus vs. Candice Michelle

3:47 isn’t exactly an easy time to beat, but the former 6-time Women’s Champion does exactly that, as she steamrolls (or as much as a WWE Diva can) through the hapless Candice in no time at all, dropping her with the Chick Kick after barely three minutes. Cover. Victory? In the bag.

Winner - Trish Stratus via pinfall @ 3:02.

Joey Styles: Well, that’s that settled. Next week, live from Lubbock, Texas, we will see that young lady right there, former six-time Women’s Champion Trish Stratus, battle the former two-time champion Victoria in what should be an epic.

Jim Ross: A WrestleMania Rematch indeed. The winner of that one goes on to Vengeance on June 25th to challenge Mickie James for the WWE Women’s Championship. But still to come tonight, we have not only Benjamin and Masters for Intercontinental gold, but also the renewal of a hellacious rivalry, as WWE Champion Kurt Angle faces Triple H.



*Backstage*

Bouncing up and down nervously, the five members of The Spirit Squad all look eager to get showered, but find themselves faced by Armando Alejandro Estrada, alone.

Kenny:
(Coughing) What’s this a-

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Relax. Peros, ju don’t have to worry at all. I’ve left my -- como se dic’ -- friends, back in our own private locker room.

~ AAE smirks, as the cheerleaders relax slightly.

Armando Alejandro Estrada: No, I wanted to speak wit’ ju… personally. Ju see, Backlash, was just one big misunderstanding. Take a look at it one more time, and ju’ll see, ju have nothing to fear from Umaga and Samu… yet. Tonight ju did a… good job softening up one Charlie Haas, but, unless ju want to get on the wrong side of me ju’re going to have to go a little further - NEXT WEEK!! HAHA!!

~ Some of the SS bristle at these blatant orders they are being given, whilst the others look extremely apprehensive, probably thanks to the threats.

Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Señor Bischoff has told me to tell ju… we need another from ju again. Haha, it’s nearly time, once again, to go extreme in that… bingo hall at One Night Stand, filled with fat, drunk, bald DUMMIES, and Señor Bischoff wants ju to show those idiots that any puto can swing a cane like a fool… but no one does it… like Raw. (Closes the door) Let’s talk business.

~ The cheerleaders appear sceptical, but Kenny looks at them as if to say, “Lets hear him out”, before slowly nodding at Estrada to continue…








{Commercials}


Jim Ross: More clandestine dealings goin’ on around here before the break, ladies and gentlemen. Armando Estrada usin’ that silver tongue of his once again, this time on the hapless Spirit Squad.

Jonathan Coachman: Do you know what “clandestine” means, J.R.?

Joey Styles:
Shut up, Coach. I agree with J.R., I don’t like this one bit. Just a few weeks back, Kenny, Johnny and those idiots were running scared of Umaga and Samu, and now they’re cutting deals with their manager? C’mon! We might not know what that deal is right now, but something tells me it can only mean bad things for Charlie Haas and the man who defends his Intercontinental Title here next.


Jim Ross: Absolutely right. Shelton Benjamin, who has held the gold since January 9th, when he defeated the legendary “Nature Boy” Ric Flair, defends against “The Masterpiece”.


5 - Intercontinental Championship Match
World Tag Team Champ Shelton Benjamin defends against Chris Masters

*Mr. Money in the Bank Carlito on commentary*

Still feeling the effects of a gruelling last couple of weeks, WWE’s only double champion, Shelton Benjamin, looks quite under par in the early stages of this title defence. The Masterpiece easily carries the smaller man around the ring, driving him against every turnbuckle, really working over the already vulnerable ribs of the damaged Intercontinental Champion.

Quickly taking Benji out to the ropes, ‘Piece sends him across the ring, looking to take his fellow youngster’s head of with a clothesline -- but Shelton avoids one, and then another, before quickly swinging up behind the powerhouse, and just managing to take him down and over with a CRUCIFIX!!


1 ...

2 ...

NO!

Masters just kicks out.

Both men nip immediately back up to their feet, with the brash Masterpiece swinging a wild clothesline once more, which Benjamin ducks, getting underneath Masters’ arm - LOOKING FOR THE T-BONE EXPLODER -- but ‘Piece quickly elbows out of it, shoving Shelton into the ropes. Benji comes back and Masters lunges again with a clothesline -- Benjamin swings around, applying the rear waistlock, taking Masters into the ropes, falling backward, and rolling him up with an O’CONNOR ROLL!!


1...

2...

NO!

Another kick out.

The two blue chippers are right back up yet again, with Benjamin the first to react, catching Masters with a boot to the gut, before going for a suplex of some kind. The brute Masterpiece blocks it, bringing Shelton over with his own VERTICAL SUPLEX -- but Benji lands on his feet, going for a BACKSLIDE -- but Masters whirls around, CLOTHESLINING SHELTON’S HEAD OFF!!

Thus begins the boring spell of dominance from The Masterpiece, as he assaults Benjamin with a flurry of right hands, boots, leg drops, and elbows, all at a cringe worthy, methodical pace. Taking Benji over to the corner, Masters misses a SPLASH, allowing Shelton to dart out of the way and NAIL HIS OWN STINGER SPLASH TO THE BACK OF MASTERS!! Hitting the ropes immediately, Benji capitalises with a big running clothesline, knocking ‘Piece back down.

Instead of going for the cover, Shelton waits for The Masterpiece to make it up a bit, before hitting the ropes and connecting with a STINGING RUNNING KNEE LIFT right to the handsome features of Masters, knocking him back down. All fired up, Benjamin waits, poised, before throwing another kick -- Masters catches it and smirks, throwing it away -- BUT BENJAMIN LEAPS, KICKING MASTERS RIGHT ATOP THE HEAD WITH THE DRAGON WHIP!!!

Shelton quickly scrambles over for the cover.


1...

2...

NO!!

CARLITO PUT MASTERS’ FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

Shelton smells something fishy, but Mr. MITB quickly sits back down, munching on his apple nonchalantly. Frustrated, Benjamin lifts Masters up, sends him into the ropes, and takes him down with another clothesline.

1...

2...

NO!!

‘Piece kicks out on his own this time. Benji goes for the Irish Whip, but Masters reverses it and throws a clothesline -- ducked by Shelton, who leaps up with a CROSSBODY BLOCK -- Masters catches him like child - BEFORE GOING FOR THE MASTERLOCK -- NO, SHELTON COUNTERS INTO HIS INVERTED BACKBREAKER!! Another cover.

1...

2...

NO!!

Frustrated, Shelton steps out onto the apron and waits for Masters to get to his feet. The Living, Breathing Statue finally does so, and Shelton SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE -- Masters moves, and Benji lands on his feet -- MASTERLOCK IS APPLIED FROM BEHIND -- NO, WAIT, BENJAMIN SLITHERS OUT OF IT, DROPPPING DOWN, GRABBING HOLD OF BOTH OF THE MASTERPIECE’S LEGS IN THE PROCESS, ROLLING HIM UP!!

1...

{CHARLIE HAAS RESTRAINS CARLITO ON THE OUTSIDE!!!}

2...

{SHELTON GRABS THE TIGHTS}

THREE!!!

Winner - Benjamin via pinfall @ 9:04. Benjamin retains the Intercontinental Title.

The crowd cheers as Masters sits up in complete shock, stunned by the suddenness of his defeat. As Benjamin staggers away to have his hand raised, The Masterpiece thinks about taking a cheap shot… but the combined deterrent of Charlie Haas and a beckoning Carlito makes him think better of it, and he leaves.


As Masters and Carlito back up the ramp slowly, hands on hips, talking some serious trash back at the tag team champions, Charlie Haas, now wearing a ‘Vengeance’ t-shirt over his trunks grabs the I.C Title belt from the official and walks over to his unsuspecting partner with ambiguous intentions…

Both men turn, and are DECAPITATED by a pair of HUGE SAVATE KICKS from THE SONS OF SAMOA!! The two savages, Umaga and Samu, waste little time, as they drag their Vengeance opponents back up, swing them around, and DRILL them with simultaneous SPINNING URINAGE SLAMS! The heat is deafening, but are these two monstrous individuals done? Are they hell. Just like last week, Estrada’s boys peel Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin off the mat, before FLATTENING them out again with DUAL SAMOAN SPIKES!

Both savages take a good, long look at the title belts strewn all around the ring, before bellowing into the night, the very picture of intensity…

{Commercials}



*Video Plays*

- We return to Backlash eight days ago, with the video starting out very somber, showing Ric Flair, emotional, but still suited and booted to the max, making his way to the ring, waving and blowing kisses to all of his adoring fans, who we get individual shots of.

Ric Flair:it’s been a LONG road getting’ to this point I can tell ya. But it feels DAMN good to have finally made it.

- Flair’s face is filled with emotion as he looks around the arena sadly, inter-cutting with shots of the nervous, anxious faces watching him.

Ric Flair:From the bottom of my heart, (looking up) I wanna thank you for everything.

- From Flair’s soliloquy we get a few flashing shots of exactly what Naitch means, as we travel back in time, seeing clips of him being adored (and hated) in various companies and decades around the world.

Ric Flair: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.

- Shot of even J.R looking apprehensive, fearing the next words from Flair’s mouth, as he hangs his head.

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…

- Clips from the career of the great man, holding his numerous World Titles, beating opponent after opponent in the most entertaining matches.

Ric Flair:…am … RETIRING … from the sport of professional wrestling.

- Shot of the horror on everyone, including performer’s, faces. The mood changes drastically though, as Flair’s former protégé, Randy Orton, makes his return.

Randy Orton: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?

Ric Flair: (Echoing)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.

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

- Orton drawing the ire of the fans, his peers, and Flair, but persisting.

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.

- Flair and Orton face to face over the years.

Randy Orton: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.

- Flashback to WrestleMania XXII and its build, with Flair going up against one of the fiercest wrestling villains of the modern era, John “Bradshaw” Layfield, clashing with him at the Royal Rumble, Saturday Night’s Event, and, ultimately, WrestleMania, where he defeats the self-proclaimed “Wrestling God”.

Randy Orton: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”?

- The Evolution Era. Clips play, highlighting exactly what TLK is getting at, showcasing Flair’s time spent mentoring the present and future of this business in Triple H, Batista, and, of course, Randy Orton.

Ric Flair: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!?

- This time we see Flair’s side of the argument, as we travel back to 1989, as Terry Funk ANNIHILATES Naitch at WrestleWar.

- The video moves forward, we see Flair being bloodied inside a Steel Cage, first by the man himself, Randy Orton, and then by his supposed closest friend, Triple H, who wields “that damn hammer” against Ric.

- Flair and Orton go eye to eye, with the veteran passionately showing the youngster every scar on his 57-year old body.

Randy Orton: 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. You’re … (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.

It won’t mean a thing if you walk away ‘cause of Bradshaw.

- Flair and Orton face to face later that night…

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) The ONE … the ONLY … Stylin’ and WOOOOO, profilin’ … wheelin’, dealin’ SON OF A GUN!? (Stops cold in Orton’s face) NO! NO! NO CHANCE!!!

- Shots of the various young superstars Orton is referring to, from Carlito to Charlie Haas, Kenny to Shelton Benjamin, Chris Masters, Gregory Helms, etc., all gunning for Ric Flair’s spot near the top of the Raw roster, with Naitch doing his best to fight them all off.

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. 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!!!

- Various clips of fans shitting all over TLK.

Randy Orton: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.

- More clips, this time focusing on the career of Young Randall, from his beginnings in Evolution to his World Heavyweight Title win, feud with The Undertaker, The McMahons etc.

Randy Orton:it BREAKS, MY, HEART to see you throwing it all away like this, Ric. It really does. It breaks my heart. 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.

- Clips of Flair defeating Carlito for the Intercontinental Championship at Unforgiven in 2005, besting the Cerebral Assassin in a bloody Steel Cage Match at Taboo Tuesday, and then going toe to toe with The Game in a Last Man Standing Match at Survivor Series.

- Shot of Orton and Flair staring into one another’s eyes, emotions clearly running wild through both of their bodies…

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

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… Seven, teen achieved vicariously through me? Whaddya’ say?

Ric Flair: … I’m twice as quit now.

- Final shot of Flair brushing past Orton, leaving both he and the crowd in shock, and, for the first time in a long time, being booed roundly…

*End video*



*Ringside*

Jim Ross:Ladies and gentlemen, as you just saw, we are still reeling from what we heard, and from what we saw at Backlash involving “The Nature Boy” Ric Flair and “The Legend Killer” Randy Orton, but next week I will personally try to get some answers from at least one man involved, as Randy Orton has agreed to sit down with me (graphic appears on screen) and discuss the events of the last fourteen days. Hopefully, I’ll get some answers…

6 - Tag Team Match
The Redneck Wrecking Crew vs. The Heartthrobs

Just a short match to get Cade & Murdoch back to winning ways following their unsuccessful title shot last week, as the rough ‘n’ ready duo make short work of Antonio and Romeo, putting the latter away with the Sweet ‘N’ Sour.

Winner - Redneck Wrecking Crew via pinfall @ 2:17.


No fuss. No muss. Cade & Murdoch get right back on the horse with a ‘W’, leaving the ring in a much better mood than they entered it.


*Backstage*

Todd Grisham waits with microphone in hand alongside Olympic Gold Medallist and WWE Champion, Kurt Angle, who is ready to go in his all black attire, on his toes.

Todd Grisham: Kurt, tonight you will be stepping into the ring a man who you had so many bloody wars with at the start of the year, but a man who, since returning, shares a common enemy with you. What are your thoughts heading into this match?

Kurt Angle: Huh… (scoffs) a common enemy? If that’s all you think Eric Bischoff and his seven-foot puppets are, then you’re sorely, sorely mistaken. But tonight isn’t about them anymore. I sent them a message last week, and next week I’m gonna get what I want. I’m gonna get the woman beatin’ piece of crap one-on-one, in that ring, all to myself, all alone, and then… then we’ll see how much of a bad ass he really is.

~ The crowd pops while Angle rubs his face.

Kurt Angle: But that’s next week. This is right now, and right now, I don’t give a crap about next week. Right now all I care about snappin’ the ankle of the man who bashed my brother’s brains in with a freakin’ sledgehammer four months ago. You might think that Triple H and I are on the same side now… we’re not. We never will be. He might as well STILL be Bischoff’s little lapdog for all I care. ’Cuz I’m sure as hell not gonna treat him any different. There’s only one thing on my mind right now.


~ Angle pulls out his mouthpiece and slips it in, baring his teeth to the camera like a wolf. We get a nice close up of the fiery lettering, which reads ‘VENGEANCE’ violently, drawing some serious love from the male portion of the audience.

Kurt Angle: YEAH!!!

~ Angle storms off camera, chuntering rabidly.

Jim Ross: Can you believe it? Who’d have thought that we’d be seeing The Game one-on-one with the WWE Champion here tonight!? Well, believe it, ladies and gentlemen, because tonight they get it on, LIVE!!!


{Commercials}


Angle-Triple H History - Raw 2006 - Following their bloody brawl at the Royal Rumble, the two do battle once again, this time on live TV, and with Rob Van Dam as the special referee. Once again it is the Olympic Gold Medallist who emerges victorious, retaining the WWE Title after a Super Olympic Slam.


*Backstage*

The camera focuses in on Torrie Wilson, who stands, anxiously, arms folded, staring at the person in front of her. Panning around we finally see Eric Bischoff, Big Show, and Paul Bearer sat around the GM’s office, looking pissed.

Torrie Wilson: Look, Mr. Bischoff, sir… (smiles) Eric… I have no idea how that stuff got on your car. The driver says someone must’ve wrote it on last night.

~ Bischoff is easily the most aggravated of the three, as he pulls at his hair, whilst Big Show and Bearer exchange glances.

Eric Bischoff: Someone’s idea of a joke, that’s what this is. It’s not -- it’s not enough that I have to go back to that… that dump for a second straight year, now I have this crap to put up with. It’s really trying me, I can tell ya.

~ Sitting back in his chair, Bischoff sighs, closes his eyes and rubs his temples. Show remains stoic, but the corpulent Bearer slowly leans forward, looking a bit more interested than before, clearing his throat a little.

Paul Bearer: Mr. Bischoff, Sir, if ’a may?

~ Not even bothering to open his eyes, the stressed General Manager slowly nods his head and Bearer smiles hideously, baring his teeth.

Standing up, the fat man slowly waddles across the room, over to Bischoff, and takes a seat next to him, surprising his boss with his sudden close proximity. Torrie and Big Show watch, interested, as Paul puts an arm around Easy E.

Eric Bischoff: Mr. Bearer, what’re you doing?

Paul Bearer: Solvin’ your little mystery, Mr. Bischoff… solvin’ your little mystery. Ya see, ’a seem ta‘be the only person payin’ attention ‘round here at the minute. Has nobody else ’bin able ta‘put 2 & 2 together? Has nobody else ’bin able ta‘work it out? ’A mean, its right… (points) there, in fron’ ’o our faces.

Eric Bischoff: In front
-

Paul Bearer: YEEES!! In fron’ of you, Mr. Bischoff… right in fron’ of you. If ya wanna know jus’ who’s ‘bin playin’ games, who’s ‘bin vandalisin’ yours and Carlito’s property… makin’ a mockery of you, Mr. Bischoff, then ’a suggest you cast your mind back seven days, an’ tell me… who was it who ambushed you backstage?

~ Bischoff slowly raises his head, understanding Bearer now.

Eric Bischoff: (Through gritted teeth) KurtAngle.

~ Bearer nods his head slowly.

Paul Bearer: And who was it who returned at Backlash, knocked poor Caribbean Cool from the top of that cage, before comin’ after you, Mr. Bischoff… and then did the exact same thing twenty four hours later, last week on Raw? ’A don’t think you’ll have to think too hard, Mr. Bischoff. Who was it that did those awful things?

Eric Bischoff: Those little… If they think they’re gonna get one up on me, one up on Eric Bischoff with stupid, immature pranks like this, then they’ve got another thing comin’, let me tell you that! Don’t they know who the hell I am? Don’t they know what I’ve done? Don’t they know me at all!? … I’M ERIC BISCHOFF DAMN IT!!

Paul Bearer: Yes!!

Eric Bischoff: If Hunter and Kurt think they’re gonna get away with this… oh, they’ve got another thing comin’, I’ll tell you that right now. After what they’ve done to me… done to us, tonight, last week, and at Backlash, do you think them being in a match with each other is enough, Mr. Bearer, is it good enough?

Paul Bearer: No, sir… it’s not.

Eric Bischoff: You know something? You’re absolutely right.

~ Big Show starts to perk up a bit more, as Bischoff smiles evilly in his direction and Bearer cocks his head like a bird…



*Elsewhere backstage*

Outside in the parking lot Kenny stares at his car with a look of horror on his face, holding a phone up to his ear, and mumbling, “…my car…” over and over again, as the remaining members of his quintet look on from the side, all looking similarly unimpressed, before storming back toward the building…







{Commercials}


“BEHOLD THE KING, THE KING OF KINGS”



The crowd erupts into a thunderous ovation for the second time tonight, as ‘The King Of Kings’, ‘The Cerebral Assassin’, ‘The Game’ Triple H steps out onto a Raw stage for only the fourth time since WrestleMania XXII, and for the first time in his wrestling attire. After dousing himself in his customary water, Hunter slowly makes his way down to the ring, looking frighteningly focused ahead of his massive comeback match.

Jim Ross: For the first time since his epic Street Fight with Rob Van Dam at WrestleMania Twenty-Two, the ten-time Worlds Champion, one of the most decorated superstars in the history of the WWE, ‘The Game’ Triple H, will be in action. And it’s not against just anybody, folks. It’s against an old enemy.

Joey Styles: Exactly right, J.R. Triple H and Kurt Angle might be on the same page when it comes to their hatred of Eric Bischoff, Big Show etc., but we mustn’t forget that only five months ago, these two men bloodied and battered one another at the Royal Rumble.


***MEDAL***



Completely matching the reaction of ‘The Game’ the arena comes alive once again, this time for their Olympic Hero, as ‘The Wrestling Machine’, the WWE Champion Kurt Angle strides out. After setting off his red, white, and blue pyrotechnics, Angle doesn’t waste anymore time; instead he races up the steps, enters the ring, performs his usual spin with his arms out wide.

Jim Ross: There isn’t a man or woman who has been more dominant in 2006 than Kurt Angle. Capturing the WWE Championship for the fifth time back in January, defending it successfully against the likes of John Cena, Shawn Michaels and, of course, Triple H.

Jonathan Coachman: So we’re just going to ignore what he did last week, huh? Kurt Angle assaults The Spirit Squad, Carlito, Chris Masters, Eric Bischoff … AND ME, and we’re just supposed to sit here and sing his praises, is that right, fellas?

Jim Ross: He certainly went up in my estimation last week.

Joey Styles: Well we all know Kurt Angle, Coach. We know he doesn’t play favourites, especially when it comes to the squared circle. Triple H is going to get his best tonight.

~ The bell rings a couple of times, as Helmsley and Angle warm up in their corners, with Lillian Garcia stepping up to mid-ring.

Lillian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for one fal–


“I’M BACK, AND BETTER THAN EVER”



Some tremendous heat rings out, as lovely Lillian is cut off, and both Angle and Hunter, as well as the thousands in attendance, turn back to the stage, where the incongruous General Manger of Monday Night Raw Eric Bischoff walks out at the top of the entrance ramp, taking position on the stage.


Jim Ross: What the hell is this now?

Jonathan Coachman: Looks like the boss just wants a front row seat for this huge main event tonight. Can you blame him, J.R.? He did make the match after all. You wouldn’t begrudge him a spot at ringside, would you?

Joey Styles: If he wasn’t carrying that microphone and look on his face I think I’d agree with you, Coach. I’ve got a very bad feeling about this, ladies and gentlemen.

~ Clutching a microphone in his right hand, Bischoff waits for his music to die down, before taking a few steps forward.

Eric Bischoff: Alright, alright, enough. Before the two of you get down to the business of beating the crap out of each other -- which is gonna be a whole lot of fun, I guarantee.


~ “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!” Bischoff stares around in disgust.

Eric Bischoff: (Shakes his head) Before that I want to know one thing, which one of you was the disrespectful punk that vandalised not only Carlito’s… not only Kenny’s… but my property with that – that crap you know I hate?

~ Both Angle and Hunter remain stoic.

Eric Bischoff: Now, don’t give me that. I know you’re both criminals. Look at your track records. I mean, Kurt, if you can assault a man like you did last week, why not vandalise?

~ Angle spits, “Shut up, Bischoff.”

Eric Bischoff: (Smirking) Ohhh, I get, I get it. Someone’s still feeling a little bitter about being replaced when he got his ass injured, am I right, Hunter? Decided to take it out on my property, did ya?

~ The Game just shakes his head in disbelief, standing with hands on hips.

Eric Bischoff: Oh, it’s gutless liars to the end, is it? So the supposed “enemies” are in cahoots after all. (Sneers) I knew it. Okay, okay, you’re both gonna pay then… you’re both going to be part of my “Extreme Initiative” this week.

~ Crowd boos

Eric Bischoff: Last week it was tables, but this week, after that little stunt one of you pulled, this match… (grins) is now… a... Lumberjack Match.





“WELLLLLL … IT’S THE BIG SHOW!!!”


The crowd heat is absolutely MERCILESS, as from the gorilla position, where they had clearly been waiting a pre-meditated plan, first The Big Show and Paul Bearer stride down past a beaming Bischoff, before Mr. Money in the Bank Carlito, Chris Masters, The Spirit Squad, The Redneck Wrecking Crew, and the lovely Torrie Wilson follow suit. In the ring, the eyes of Triple H roll, whilst Angle crouches down, sizing up the sea of hostility coming his way.

Some of the heels (dicks like CCC and The Squad) high-five Bischoff, while the others just menacingly take position around the ringside area.

Jim Ross: This is – this is absolutely unbelievable! LUMBERJACKS!! Can you believe this!? Oh, Bischoff had this all well planned, didn’t he? He had this in mind all along. He’s got Triple H and Kurt Angle caught like rats in a trap right where he wants ‘em, and an army of hungry sycophants just waiting to get stuck in.

Jonathan Coachman: I’ll say it again, shall I? Kurt Angle assaulted our General Manager last week, Triple H TRIED assault our General Manager last week, and now they’re getting what’s coming to ‘em. If someone whooped your butt, J.R., wouldn’t you want some retribution? You’re damn right you would.

Joey Styles: The odds do not favour The Game or our WWE Champion.

7 - Main Event; Non-Title; Lumberjack Match
WWE Champion Kurt Angle
vs. Triple H

As the bell rings, both Kurt Angle and Triple take a look around the ring. A plethora of sneering, blood-lusting faces pressed right up against the ring apron stare back at them, with Eric Bischoff the most vocal, as he yells at his two enemies to, “KILL EACH OTHER! C’MON, KILL EACH OTHER!!” The Wrestling Machine and The Game look into one another’s eyes, remembering all they did to one another at the start of the year, as the crowd reaches fever pitch, and the two combatants step up --

BEFORE THEY BOTH SUDDENLY WHIRL AROUND, LEAP THROUGH THE ROPES ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE RING AND BEGIN ATTACKING THE LUMBERJACKS SURROUNDING THE RING, CAUSING AN ABRUPT NO CONTEST!!!

Winner - No Contest @ 0:10.

THE CROWD GOES ABSOLUTELY INSANE as Angle gives us a preview of next week, HAMMERING AWAY ON THE 7FT, 500LB BIG SHOW BY THE ANNOUNCE TABLE, knocking the giant staggering, as well as laying into the rough ‘n’ tough Cade & Murdoch, whilst slightly around the ring Triple H GOES TO TOWN ON THE SPIRIT SQUAD AND CHRIS MASTERS, TOSSING THEM INTO THE RING POSTS AND INTO THE FRENZIED CROWD!!!!

Bischoff looks mortified at proceedings, as Angle CLOTHESLINES THE BIG SHOW ONTO JONATHAN COACHMAN, getting a THUNDEROUS ovation from Anaheim, before battering the Redneck Wrecking Crew some more!! Triple H, meanwhile, is still having his way with the cheerleaders, knocking them OVER THE BARRIACDE one by one!!

Chris Masters frantically rolls into the ring in an effort to escape, but Kurt Angle rolls in too. The Masterpiece charges -- ducked - ANGLE SLAM TO THE MASTERPIECE, AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! In comes ‘Big’ Lance Cade from behind -- NO, he’s grabbed from behind - kick to the gut - PEDIGREE TO CADE FROM TRIPLE H!!!

Another BOOMING pop fills The Pond, but Murdoch quickly races in -- ONLY TO BE FLATTENED BY KURT ANGLE!! Big Show’s back up and tries to enter the ring, but finds himself accosted by the WWE Champion, just as the King Of Kings NAILS KENNY, AND THEN NICKY, AND THEN MITCH, BEFORE KNOCKING JOHNNY OFF THE APRON!!!!

The “ANGLE” chants are in full voice, as the Olympic Gold Medallist CATCHES MIKEY AND DUMPS HIM OVERHEAD WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!!

Kicking Mitch in the gut, Angle gets set for ANOTHER ANGLE SLAM -- RIGHT HAND FROM BIG SHOW!!!! The WWE Champion gets BLASTED, and just as he is about to go down, CARLITO RUSHES INTO THE RING AND SMASHES HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH HIS CAST, taking Angle down!!

Like vultures they swarm the fallen champion, but Helmsley keeps fighting, as HE CATCHES KENNY WITH A DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER -- BUT IS QUICKLY OVERWHELMED BY MURDOCH, MITCH AND NICKY, WHO VICIOUSLY BEAT THE GAME DOWN IN THE CORNER!! The crowd boos mercilessly as their heroes are dissected before them!!!

Cheering his hired goons on, Bischoff finally enters the ring, getting a front row seat as Cade & Murdoch choke and pummel Helmsley in the corner, while Masters and Carlito hold Angle for Big Show to PUMMEL OVER AND OVER with those BIG, NASTY BODY SHOTS; Torrie and Bearer cheering them all on from the outside!!

Those members of The Spirit Squad still able to stand try to form a perimeter, as Big Show shouts for Bearer to get in the ring. Masters shakes Angle around like a rag doll IN THE DREADED MASTERLOCK, while Cade animalistically pounds away on the Cerebral Assassin, no longer wearing wrestling boots, but using his thick, flat, stiff cowboy boots to dismantle the 10x World Champion!!!!

Angle is dragged up -- BIG SHOW NAILS HIM IN THE SKULL WITH HIS MOSTROUS RIGHT HAND!!! Cade pulls Helmsley over, AND HE EATS A RIGHT HAND TOO, JUST LIKE ‘SHOW PROMISED EARLIER!!

Both men go down in a heap, with Big Show ROARING over the top of them, and Bischoff’s pack of jackals moving in for the kill–

Joey Styles: OH MY GAWD!!!

The crowd BLOWS THE FREAKIN’ ROOF, and the heels in the ring stop dead in their tracks, Big Show in particular, turning, as MEN BEGIN TO LEAP THROUGH THE CROWD, OVER THE BARRICADE, ARMED TO THE FUCKIN’ TEETH!!!

Joey Styles: ECW! ECW! THE ECW SUPERSTARS ARE HERE!

Jonathan Coachman: THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!

Jim Ross:
ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME!? THIS PLACE HAS ERUPTED!

You name ‘em, there here. THE SANDMAN, TOMMY DREAMER, SABU, BALLS MAHONEY, STEVIE RICHARDS, MASATO TANAKA, JUSTIN CREDIBLE, BILL ALFONSO; they all STORM to the ring like the army that they are, with Bischoff yelling furiously at The Spirit Squad to “CUT ‘EM OFF!!” The cheerleaders valiantly meet the ECW alumni on the outside -- AND KENNY EATS A SINGAPORE CANE SHOT TO THE SKULL, KNOCKING HIM CLEAN OUT!!!


Johnny turns, BUTS THE SANDMAN CRACKS HIM IN THE RIBS, BEFORE SMACKING HIM OVER THE SPINE WITH THE DEADLY INSTRUMENT!! Balls sees Mikey coming - STEEL CHAIR OFF THE SKULL OF THE YOUNGSTER, as Dreamer BASHES MITCH WITH A TRASH CAN!!!!

Jonathan Coachman: HEY, C’MON, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!

Jim Ross:
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!! ECW HAS JUST DISMANTLED THE SPIRIT SQUAD!!!

Joey Styles:
This is for ROB VAN DAM, ERIC BISCHOFF, THIS IS FOR RVD, YOU SANCTIMONIOUS SONNUVA BITCH!!! HOW’S IT FEEL!?

The Extreme Wrestlers swarm the ring and, panicking, Carlito, buying Eric Bischoff some time to get the hell out of dodge, grabs his buddy, Chris Masters, and SHOVES HIM TO THE WOLVES - RIGHT INTO A SINGAPORE CANE SHOT TO HIS PRETTY FACE!!! From ALL SIDES OF THE RING, IN COME ECW, TRAPPING THE DASTARDLY FIENDS IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE, AS CADE, MURDOCH, CARLITO, AND EVEN THE BIG SHOW ARE DROPPED BY THE INITIAL ASSAULT!!!!


With what’s left of The Spirit Squad strewn all over the ramp, Bischoff watches in horror from the crowd, as the remnants of his posse is destroyed and sent from the ring by ECW, as the “E-C-DUB” chants fill the arena. Only one man is left standing, and it’s the 7ft monster. Big Show is surrounded, and he looks from Dreamer to Richards, Sandman to Balls, Sabu to Alfonso and Tanaka, suddenly yelling, “C’MON THEN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!” THE EXTREMISTS SWARM THE GIANT, BEATING HIM DOWN WITH SINGAPORE CANE AND STEEL CHAIR SHOTS ALL OVER HIS MASSIVE BODY!!!!

The crowd is ELECTRIC, finally seeing the evil beast’s destruction -- until Paul Bearer hops up on to the apron, and the ECW superstars turn momentarily toward the fat man, allowing the 500lb to quickly roll out of the ring and escape, seething with rage.

Jonathan Coachman: Joey Styles has certainly picked his side, but they didn’t get Eric Bischoff tonight… but is this the end for our General Manager??

Jim Ross: ARE WE WITNESSING THE DECLARATION OF WAR FROM ECW JUST ONE MONTH AWAY FROM RAW’S INVASION OF THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM?? ARE WE WITNESSING THE BACKLASH OF ROB, VAN, DAM??

Raw fades off the air with Styles in the ring, Angle and Helmsley pulling themselves back to their feet, locking eyes with the ECW stars, as Bischoff, Big Show and co. look on…








END OF SHOW


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Current Card for ECW One Night Stand II
Date: June 11th, 2006
Location: Hammerstein Ballroom; New York, New York
Event Music: Drowning Pool; Bodies

***NO MATCHES YET ANNOUNCED***


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Current Card for WWE Vengeance
Date: June 25th, 2006
Location: Charlotte Bobcats Arena; Charlotte, North Carolina
Event Music: Eighteen Visions; Victim

World Tag Team Championship Match:
The World’s Greatest Tag Team defend against The Sons Of Samoa w/AAE

Women’s Championship Match:
Mickie James defends against Trish Stratus OR Victoria


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