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WWE Unforgiven
Sunday September 21st 2008
Live from the Cow Palace
San Francisco, California





*Opening Video*
“Rock Out” by Motorhead

Image: The Big Show accidentally knocking J.B.L. out with the knockout punch in the Elimination Chamber at SummerSlam after Rey Mysterio ducked, causing J.B.L. to be eliminated from the WWE Championship match.

Narrator: Some actions justify forgiveness.

Image: The Corporation entering the steel cage on Raw during The Big Show’s match with Ted DiBiase Jr, leaving him & Justin Gabriel flat on their backs.

Narrator: Some actions justify retribution.

Image: Justin Gabriel beating J.B.L. on Raw with the 450 splash after a knockout punch from The Big Show.

Narrator: On occasion, retribution brings ecstasy. . .

Image: Justin Gabriel hitting the 450 on Vince McMahon last Monday night on Raw, much to the anger of Shane McMahon & J.B.L.

Narrator: . . . and it can also cause embarrassment.

Image: Randy Orton winning the battle royal to become the number one contender for the WWE Championship the night after SummerSlam, eliminating John Cena to do so.

Narrator: For there are many who seek retribution whatever the cost.

Image: Triple H demanding the right to be added to the WWE Championship match.

Narrator: Then there are those who seek the impossible. . .

Image: Batista & Triple H going at it at ringside after The Game’s count out defeat to Randy Orton.

Narrator: . . . and will act without conscience and regret.

Image: Triple H jumping Batista before The Animal’s scheduled match with Ted DiBiase, firing him in to the barricade and then being attacked by Randy Orton & Darren Young, concluding with a punt to The Game’s head.

Narrator: There will be retribution.

Image: Randy Orton slipping in the ring behind Batista on Raw last week after The Animal’s victory over Darren Young, leading to an RKO and him standing over the WWE Champion.

Narrator: For on this night, they will be un-for-given.


*Cut to the Arena*


***Pyro***
***Pyro***
***Pyro***


Jim Ross:
Welcome ev’ryone to Unf’-given, live from the sold out Cow Palace in San Francisco, California, where t’night we will see Batista defend the W-W-E Championship against his former Evolution team-mate, Randy Orton. . . Joining me as ever is Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler, an’ King, we’re in f’ a great night t’night aren’t we?

Jerry Lawler: Oh we sure are J-R. There’s so much t’ look forward to. Like you just said, we’re gonna see Batista and Randy Orton go at it for the W-W-E Championship, but we’re also gonna see The Big Show and his rookie, Justin Gabriel take on the entire Corporation in a three on two handicap match. That’s going t’ be something J-R, and I’m sure Mister McMahon’s not going to be happy after being on the receiving end of the four fifty (450) splash last Monday night let me tell ya.

Jim Ross: Oh absolutely not. He won’t be the only one. I’m sure Shane an’ J-B-L will be out for revenge too, an’ don’t f’get King that it’s less than two weeks since Show’s rookie beat him too on his debut. But from what I’ve seen of this young South African, he an’ Show might not have the disadvantage ev’ryone thinks they do going in t’ their match t’night.

Jerry Lawler: Oh I agree J-R. Gabriel’s been nothing short of impressive, and he’s got guts too, which reminds me of The Miz and the lack of them as far as he’s concerned. I sure hope that he gets what’s comin’ to ‘im after what he did t’ Matt Cappotelli Monday night.

Jim Ross: That was one of the most despicable things I’ve seen in my long career, an’ like you King, there’s nothing I’d like more than t’ see John Morrison beat the holy hell out of Mister Hollywood t’night. . . Let me tell you folks, there’s so much t’ look forward to like King said. We’re going to witness the first ever Celtic Brawl right here t’night in addition to the contr’versial SummerSlam rematch between Kofi Kingston an’ Ted DiBiase for the Intercontinental Championship. You’re in f’ a great show folks, that’s f’ sure.


*The Opening Match*



World Tag Team Championship Tournament – First Round Match
Matt Hardy & Gregory Helms w/Shannon Moore vs. Cody Rhodes & Joe Hennig w/The Bella Twins

Last 10+ Minutes:
Full of momentum & confidence, the impressive Hennig pulls the weary looking Matt Hardy up from his knees and fires him in to the ropes. He ducks his head as Matt comes back at him and kicks him full in the face. The fans are cheering and Hennig’s head snaps back up with Matt taking full advantage, spinning his opponent round and hitting a sit-out crucifix power bomb. Matt shifts around on the mat, trying hard to make the cover, and he gets in position to hook Hennig’s left leg with the referee dropping to his knees to make the count. . . . .

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No! Hennig gets the shoulder up, and Matt’s not all that shocked. He goes right back to work, standing up and bringing Joe up with him, helping him up from his knees. He tries to whip him in to the corner but Hennig reverses it and runs in at him, nailing him with a clothesline. Joe steps up on to the second rope and hammers away at Matt, pummelling him with a series of right hands. All of a sudden, Hardy comes to life and hits him in the stomach with his right hand. Hennig’s stunned and Matt grabs him by both legs, then carries him out of the corner above his head before planting him with a SIT DOWN POWER BOMB!!. . . . . The crowd erupts again as Matt holds on for a cover. . . . .

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Hennig kicks out, kicking his boot back, brushing it against the side of Matt’s face. Cody’s relieved and shouts at words of encouragement for his partner & rookie as Matt makes his way back up. Hennig’s clearly suffering as he sits up gingerly, but he gets a helping hand from Matt. Hardy fires him in to the ropes and runs at him as he comes back, nailing him with a flying clothesline. The fans cheer again as both men make their way up to their feet with Matt all fired up and waiting for his opponent.

Hardy pounces on him straight away, grabbing Hennig by the arm and whipping him in to the ropes. Cody’s rookie comes flying back though and surprises everyone, especially Matt with a baseball slide. Matt turns round as quickly as he can as Hennig shoots up to his feet, lifts Matt off his and connects with a BONE CRUNCHING BACKBREAKER!! Hennig throws himself across on top of Matt for the cover. . . . .

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NO! Matt lifts his shoulder off the canvas, leaving Cody stunned on the apron. Helms tries to get the crowd going to support Matt, as does Moore on the outside. Hennig sits up looking very frustrated as Matt rolls on to his side. Cody calls for a tag from his rookie, and Hennig obliges. He stands up and walks over to his partner to tag him in as Matt’s trying to get to his knees. Cody races in to the ring and goes right after Matt. He grabs him by the legs and tries to pull him back, but Matt turns himself over on to his back and pushes Cody back, down to the mat.

Cheers break out as Matt turns back over and crawls across towards his partner with Cody panicking, trying to get up as quick as he can. Helms is bursting at the seams, leaning over the ropes as Matt dives up to make the tag, setting off a big pop. Helms flies through the ropes with the fans still cheering, giving the stunned Cody no time to react or to defend himself. Helms catches him with a clothesline, and then another, leaving Cody reeling. Rhodes isn’t giving up and gets right back up, walking right in to a spinning heel kick from the pumped up Helms.

He’s not stopping there and drags Cody back up, lifting him on to his shoulder, seemingly for the TOP SPIN FACE BUSTER!!!. . . . . Cody fights it though by driving his elbow back in to Helms’ head & neck. Cody fights his way down to safety, worrying Helms, who turns round in to a STANDING DROPKICK FROM RHODES!. . . . . Cody caught him full in the face, but he’s not going for a cover. He stands back up and heads to the apron, stepping through the ropes and climbing up to the dizzy heights of the top rope.

Cody’s smiling & looking confident with Helms squirming several feet away from him. Cody turns round, gets his balance and jumps up off the ropes looking to connect with a MOONSAULT!!. . . . . NO! HELMS ROLLS TO SAFETY, CLOSER TO THE ROPES AS CODY CRASH LANDS ON THE MAT TO THE DELIGHT OF THE CROWD!. . . . . Hennig shows concern for his partner, and the Bellas are looking worried too as Helms uses the ropes to help get back up.

He steps through the ropes on to the apron as Cody tries to get up too. The fans encourage Helms as he climbs up to the top rope, very focused on the job in hand as Cody, still hurt, turns round to see Helms jumping off the top for a frog splash in to a cross body. He forces Cody back & down to the mat with the fans cheering. Helms is feeling it and gets right back up with Cody struggling. Helms looks over at Cody, who’s trying to sit up.

Helms has his game face on and his sights set on Cody, then runs at him, nailing him with the SHINING WIZARD!!. . . . . Cody falls back in a heap. His lights are out, well & truly. Helms scurries across the mat, rushing to cover him, turning him on to his back, pushing him closer to the ropes before hooking his nearest leg for a cover. . . . .

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No! Cody just about manages to get his foot on the rope, leaving Helms stunned. He sits up in shock and looks at the referee, who points it out. Helms looks round and sees Cody’s foot on the rope staring right back at him. Hennig is smirking, winding up the crowd as Helms shrugs off the disappointment and makes his way back up. He looks down at the starry eyed Cody and drags him back up, lifting him up on to his shoulders for the TOP SPIN FACE BUSTER AGAIN!!!. . . . . Cody’s in serious trouble, and he’s not fighting back this time, worrying his rookie. Hennig panics big time and steps through the ropes, catching both Helms’ and the referee’s attention.

Helms isn’t happy and drops Cody down somewhat gently. He walks over to Hennig and gets right in his face, but the referee takes charge and gets Hennig to get back on the apron. Helms backs down, still staring angrily at Hennig, but as he turns round, Cody is back on his feet. Rhodes wastes no time in ducking his head to lift Helms off his feet and slam him down to the mat courtesy of the ALABAMA SLAM!!. . . . . Helms got planted and Cody’s not wasting a second. He drops to his knees and makes the cover with the ref rushing across to make the count. . . . .

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No! Helms gets his shoulder up, not leaving Cody at all happy. He leans back on to his knees and shakes his head. Hennig wants back in, and Cody has no problem in tagging his rookie back in to the match. Hennig is looking very determined as he walks coolly towards Helms. He reaches down and drags him up to his feet before quickly whipping him hard in to the corner. Helms’ back hits them hard and Hennig’s not in the mood to mess about now.

He runs in at him and connects with a BIG SPLASH!. . . . . He backs out with the groggy Helms staggering out in to his clutches. The rookie grabs him around the waist and quickly plants him with a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!. . . . . Helms is flat on his back again. He’s squirming but Hennig still shifts round and makes a cover. . . . .

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NO!

Helms gets the shoulder up, much to the annoyance of Hennig & Rhodes. Matt’s relieved and shows support for his partner, trying to encourage him. The fans get behind him too, clapping as Hennig stands up calmly, watching Helms closely as he struggles to get up. Hennig gives him a helping hand, pulling him in to the centre of the ring before setting him up for the PERFECT PLEX!!!. . . . . He holds on to Helms’ leg and looks in to the crowd and then at his rookie with a smile on his face. He tries to lift Helms, but it’s blocked. Hennig looks stunned and gets angry real quick.

Helms tries for a suplex of his own, but Hennig holds firm. He lets go of Helms’ leg and lifts him up vertically in to the air and drops him forward on his chest for a release front suplex. Hennig’s really agitated, not satisfied with that and drags Helms back up again. He’s not showing off this time and wastes no time in taking Helms down with a JAW BREAKER!!. . . . . Helms isn’t moving and Hennig wants this over & done with. He hooks both his legs with the ref dropping to his knees to make the count. . . . .

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Shoulder up! Hennig is stunned. He stares right at the referee, and the two count is reinforced for his benefit, not that he’s grateful. Cody’s fired up too on the apron and can sense victory could be near. He reaches out his arm and shouts across at his rookie. Joe looks up and sees his mentor there. He gives Cody what he wants with Matt looking concerned for his friend & tag team partner as Hennig tags in the cocky Cody.

Rhodes walks across the mat as Helms shows some signs of life, trying to sit up. Cody helps him up, but slams him right back down again with a snap scoop slam. The second generation superstar is smirking as he backs up in to the ropes and comes back at Helms, then looks to drop a pointed knee. No! Helms rolls to the side and Cody’s knee hits the mat instead, resulting in a pop from the crowd. Helms is clearly in pain as he struggles up on to his knees.

Cody doesn’t look happy and stares furiously at his opponent as he makes his own way back up. Rhodes throws a wild right hand at him, but Helms ducks. He leans back as Cody turns round, then explodes with a SUPER KICK!!. . . . . NO! CODY DUCKS THIS TIME AND GRABS HELMS RIGHT AWAY TO TAKE HIM DOWN WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!. . . . . Helms is down again and Cody turns over to cover him. . . . .

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Again Helms gets his shoulder up! Cody can’t believe it as he leans back and glares across at the referee, then down at Helms. Matt shakes his head in disbelief, surprised himself at his partner’s resilience. Cody’s had enough and jumps up to his feet. He locks his eyes on Helms, who slowly struggles up to his feet with Cody urging him, getting ready to explode. Helms is totally unaware of the trouble that awaits him, and Cody’s right on him, setting him up for the CROSS RHODES!!!. . . . .

Cody has him in place and wants the crowd to know it, feeling this is it, but Helms carries on fighting. He slips round the back of his shocked opponent and Cody turns round immediately. He’s met by a kick to the gut, followed up by a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!. . . . . With Helms holding on for the cover, the ref makes a count. . . . .

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No! Cody kicks out, and this time Helms is on the wrong end of a two count. Both men fight through the pain to make their way back up, but it’s still Helms who looks worse off. He’s up first though and heads to the corner. He pulls himself up to the second rope with Cody almost back up a few feet away from him. Cody’s got his back to him and Helms gives it everything to plant him with the OVERCAST (DIVING NECK BREAKER)!!!. . . . . Rhodes lands flat on his face and it looks like as he’s out of it. Helms thinks so too, breathing heavily as he shifts round and turns Cody over on to his back with one arm. He reaches across, moving slowly himself as he reaches across, stretching it out over Cody’s chest for a cover. . . . .

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NO! The seemingly lifeless Cody surprises us all by lifting his shoulder up. Helms lifts his head up looking incredibly disappointed, and Hennig is one relieved man. The Bellas are too, not that they’re men though. The crowd will Helms on as he turns himself round on the mat and drags himself towards his corner. Matt too is encouraging him, chomping at the bit to get back in the action. Cody’s coming round as Helms jumps up and tags Matt to a huge roar inside the Cow Palace.

Hardy climbs up to the top rope instead of getting in the ring. He’s willing Cody to get up, and as he gets to his feet, clearly not knowing where he is, Matt jumps off and connects with a MISSILE DROPKICK!. . . . . The fans cheer as Matt stands right back up and drags Cody up with him, whipping him with force in to the corner. He doesn’t wait around to run in at him, levelling him with a clothesline across the upper torso. He grabs hold of Cody’s head and turns round right away, then charges out of the corner to plant him with a bulldog.

Rhodes is in a bad way, he’s not moving a muscle as Matt stands up and runs in to Cody’s corner, knocking Hennig down with a right hand to a big pop before hopping up on to the second rope. Cody’s flat on his face as Matt then jumps off and connects with a DIVING LEG DROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!. . . . . The fans think it’s over, and Matt wastes no time in shifting round and turning Cody on to his back. He hooks the leg, holding on with desperation as the referee rushes across the mat and drops to his knees to count the fall. . . . .

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No! Matt looks gutted as he sits up and looks over at the referee. Helms tries to warn him for some reason, and then we see Hennig getting back in the ring. He runs towards Matt as he’s getting up, and Hardy reacts quickly to duck under a wild clothesline attempt. Hennig turns round in to a SIDE EFFECT!!. . . . . Cheers echo around the arena as Matt watches Hennig roll on to the apron with the Bellas rushing towards him.

Matt turns his attention back to Cody, and Rhodes is suffering & struggling to make it up. Matt’s in the groove, getting ready to put the match to bed with the crowd rising to their feet. Cody turns round, all glazed over in to a kick to the gut, followed up by the TWIST OF FATE!!!. . . . . It’s deafening in the Cow Palace and Matt shimmies round, turns Cody over and hooks both legs for the cover. . . . .

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Winners: Matt Hardy & Gregory Helms by pinfall.

Aftermath: “Live for the Moment” blasts out to a huge pop as Helms rushes in to the ring to join his partner. They get their arms raised by the ref with he crowd still cheering, and Moore joins them too. They all celebrate together, posing for the fans by the ropes as Hennig sits up on the apron looking very disappointed, as are Brie & Nikka. Cody tries to lift his head up, not knowing what’s just happened as the North Carolina natives enjoy their success in front of the cheering fans with their place booked in the semi finals of the tag team title tournament.


*Cut Backstage*


A very relaxed Eric Bischoff is slumped back on an expensive looking black leather sofa in his office when the door opens and Smackdown’s General Manager, Tazz walks in. Bischoff looks very surprised to see him and stands up to greet his guest, who’s dressed more casually than normal. He’s wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a black leather jacket.


Tazz: Hey, how’s it goin’ Eric?

The Smackdown General Manager extends his hand to the confused Raw Head of Authority, and Bischoff shakes it, still puzzled by Tazz’s presence.

Eric Bischoff: Well this is a surprise. What are you doing here? You come to see how the A show does things, or do you often spend your weekends in Fr'isco?

Tazz: Y’ got me. Don’t tell the wife though ‘ey?!

Eric Bischoff: Now come on, seriously, what brings you here?

Tazz: Well t’ be honest a couple o’ things. We’ve got No Mercy comin’ up in a few weeks an’ I thought I’d come check out the competition. That an’ the small matter of findin’ out what John Cena’s gotta say t’night.

Eric Bischoff: Of course. I should’ve known. Well I think there’s a fair few people who are quite eager to find out what he plans t’ say, but since you’re here and you’ve got No Mercy coming up, maybe you’d like to stick around and see how the A show operates.

Tazz: That’s a kind offer dog, an’ yeah I’d love t’ stick around an’ see what your guys ‘ave got.

Eric Bischoff: Great, well take a seat and we’ll show you how it’s done.

Tazz: Sure thing boss.

Bischoff smiles and both men park their behinds on the sofa, getting comfy and sharing a few laughs.


*Cut Backstage*


Leticia Cline
, looking particularly hot tonight is standing outside of John Morrison’s locker room with her trusty microphone and knocks on the door. The Women’s Champion, Melina opens it up to Leticia’s slight surprise, and we can see John Morrison is getting ready, sat down on the bench with a face like thunder as he laces up his boots.


Melina: Hey Leticia, what’s up?

Leticia Cline: Hi Melina, I was actually hoping to have a quick word with John about his match with The Miz tonight.

Melina: He’s just getting ready, but he’s not really in the mood for talking right now if you know what I mean.

The very serious looking Morrison lifts his head up and looks over at them, then stands up and walks over to them, and they both look a bit wary of his mood.

John Morrison: What’s going on?

Melina: Leticia wants to know if you’ve got time to talk about your match with you know who later on.

John Morrison: Really?

Leticia Cline: Yeh. That's if it's okay with you John.

John Morrison: Well as it goes, there are a few things I’d like to get off my chest. In fact I can honestly say that I’ve never looked forward to a match as much as this in my whole career, even more than SummerSlam. I can’t wait to get my hands on The Miz after ev’ry single despicable word that’s come out of his mouth week after week. Words can’t describe what I want to do to him tonight, and despite ev’rything he’s said about Matt, what he did on Raw last week was beyond sick even f’ him. It’s about time he gets what’s coming to him, and I can’t think of anyone better to make him pay for ev’rything he’s said and done to my best friend. That Leticia is what I’m going t’ do t’night. With no disqualifications, there’s nothing holding me back. . . nothing. I can do whatever I want to him, and believe me there’s nothing I won’t do when I get in that ring t’night. And if that rookie of his, Slater sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong me, I’ll make sure he wishes he hadn’t. And as much as I’m looking forward to t’night, I’m not just doing this f’ me, I’m doing it for someone else too. I’m doing this for you too Matt. I’m not going to let you down, and Miz. You better get ready for a war, because that’s what you’re going t’ get.

Morrison stares intensely in to the camera for a second before going back to where he was sitting before with the camera zooming in on his focused face.


*Cut to the Arena*


*Match #2*



Celtic Brawl
Finlay vs. Sheamus

Last 10+ Minutes:
Sheamus is in charge and he knows it. Finlay is struggling to make it up on to one knee, but The Celtic Warrior gives him a helping hand. He reaches down to scoop Finlay up on to his shoulder and back tracks in to the corner. It’s clear what he’s got in mind, smirking for the crowd before running across the ring, all set to hit the running powerslam, but Finlay slips to safety down Sheamus’s back and shoves him in to the turnbuckle pads.

Sheamus’s chest crashes in to the pads and the fans cheer, giving Finlay the chance to take a much needed breath. The rattled Sheamus turns round, right in to a short am clothesline. Finlay’s back in the game and he means business, watching Sheamus pick himself back up. The Belfast born veteran isn’t letting up and goes right after him, grabbing him by the head and taking him down with a snapmare.

He’s not done there and drives his knee in to the back of the seated Sheamus. That hurts the big man. It’s written all over his face as he rocks back & forth, trying to sit up. Finlay’s not satisfied and runs past him in to the ropes, hits them and runs at Sheamus, driving his boot right down his throat. The Celtic Warrior falls back and Finlay drops to his knees to make a cover, hooking the leg. The ref runs across, dropping to his knees in order to make the count. . . . .

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Kick out! Sheamus sits up right away, clearly suffering. Finlay’s not wasting any time and stands up, bringing Sheamus up with him. He sets him up for a gut-wrench suplex, but as he lifts Sheamus on to his shoulder, the Irish Republican fights it immediately. He swings his elbow in to the side of his opponent’s head, finding his way to safety down Finlay’s back. Finlay’s shaken by that and Sheamus takes advantage, grabbing him by the wrist and firing him in to the ropes.

Finlay comes running back right in to the CELTIC WAR SWORD (Discus Double Axe Handle)!. . . . . Finlay falls to the mat, but he’s not intending to stay down there for long, clawing his way back up right away. Sheamus is like a man possessed, glaring intently at his opponent as he makes his way back up. Finlay stands up, not looking too disorientated at all, but as he turns round, Sheamus runs at him and sends him right back down with a RUNNING KNEE SMASH RIGHT TO THE FACE!. . . . .

Finlay’s sent down to the canvas, and he looks dazed this time, not that it keeps him down. He crawls across to the ropes in front of the announce tables with Sheamus’s eyes locked on him. He’s nearly salivating as Finlay uses the ropes to help him get back up, and as he turns round, Sheamus charges at him, and Finlay reacts in the spur of the moment to duck down and pull the top rope down too. Sheamus can’t put the brakes on and he goes tumbling over the ropes and down to the floor, met by a big pop from the San Francisco crowd.

Finlay stands back up looking like a relieved man, not breaking a smile though as he stares down at the fallen Celtic Warrior. Finlay can see him sitting up, and the veteran joins him on the outside, slipping under the bottom rope. He walks over to Sheamus fully focused and pulls him up from his knees, holding on to him by the arm and FIRING HIM WITH FORCE IN TO THE STEEL STEPS!!. . . . . It creates a deafening thud inside the Cow Palace, followed by a cheer from the fans.

Finlay’s still not smiling or satisfied, and he turns round, seemingly looking for something. He spots it and walks over to the timekeeper’s table, where he grabs a steel chair and folds it up without even thinking about it. The crowd are cheering as Finlay turns round and sees Sheamus attempting to get up by the steps. He’s not in great shape, but Finlay’s not done. He walks slowly towards his rival, keeping a few feet away as he prepares to take his head off with the chair, and the preoccupied Sheamus hasn’t a clue.

Side on to Finlay, he rests his hands on the steps to get his balance. Now he turns round and FINLAY GOES FOR HIM WITH THE CHAIR SWINGING IT AT HIM, BUT SHEAMUS DUCKS AND THE CHAIR HITS THE RINGPOST!. . . . . Finlay panics as Sheamus runs through to the timekeeper’s table. Finlay turns round and goes after him, and he walks right in to Sheamus turning round and NAILING HIM WITH THE BELL!!!. . . . . Finlay just falls flat backwards with the chair dropping to the floor with him.

Sheamus drops the bell too, looking very relieved. A sick smiles appears on his face as he then looks in to the crowd, who throw a ton of heat in his direction. It doesn’t bother him at all, and The Celtic Warrior looks around ringside at all the weapons left there for them to use on each other. It looks like he’s spotted something he likes and he walks across to the security wall where there’s a table leaning against it. Sheamus stops & smirks at the crowd before picking it up and sliding it in to the ring.

Finlay is slowly coming round, lifting his head off the floor, and the lights definitely aren’t on right now. Sheamus turns his attention back to him, but he also sees a shopping trolley (or a fucking cart or whatever you Johnny Foreigners call it) he likes the look of. With Finlay on all fours, the sick smiles re-emerges on Sheamus’s face, and he turns back to get the trolley. The fans are looking worried now for Finlay as Sheamus gets ready for what could be a drag race, only it’s just him, Finlay and a trolley!

The veteran has no idea what’s coming as he struggles to make it back up, and Sheamus is ready to explode, calling out for him to get up. Just as Finlay makes it up, SHEAMUS RUNS AT HIM WITH THE TROLLEY AND MOWS HIM DOWN!!!. . . . . Finlay’s feet are lifted off the floor and he falls awkwardly on his side, much to the sadistic satisfaction of The Celtic Warrior. Sheamus, grinning like mad, shoves the trolley backwards to go over and cover Finlay, hooking both legs looking very confident as the ref counts Finlay’s shoulders. . . . .

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No! Finlay gets his shoulder up, absolutely astounding Sheamus. He sits up and looks at the referee, then down at Finlay, and the veteran is stirring. Sheamus can’t believe it. His jaw has well & truly dropped. Finlay’s eyes are flickering and he tries to set up, and Sheamus snaps. He shakes his head and stands back up, staring at his opponent the whole time. He takes several steps back and urges the battered Northern Ireland veteran to get up, and he does slowly, looking in a bad way.

Sheamus’s face is getting redder & redder by the second. He’s getting so agitated, and as Finlay gets up, he runs right at him, GOING FOR THE BROGUE KICK!!!. . . . . NO! FINLAY DUCKS AND DROP TOE HOLDS HIM ON TO THE STEPS!!. . . . . Cheers ring out as Sheamus’s head hits the solid steel, and Finlay stays where he is on the floor, taking some much needed recovery time. Both men are obviously struggling physically as they try to get to their feet, but Finlay has other things on his mind.

He looks under the apron for some more weapons of mass destruction, and he pulls out a fire extinguisher as Sheamus picks himself up just a matter of feet away from him. The Celtic Warrior is completely oblivious, and he turns round with a look of evil intent on his face. Finlay stands up and catches him off guard, SQUIRTING THE FOAM IN TO SHEAMUS’S FACE!!!. . . . . There’s a big cheer echoing around the arena as Sheamus fails to block it, flapping his arms around.

Finlay now holds the base of the extinguisher as well as the top of the tank and drives it in to Sheamus’s gut. The Celtic Warrior is winded and leans forward, and Finlay quickly drops the extinguisher to drill Sheamus’s head in to the padded floor with a single arm DDT!!!. . . . . . Sheamus looks like he could be out for the count, and Finlay puts it to the test, turning him over on to his back and hooking the leg for a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

NO! Sheamus just about gets his shoulder up, and the sighs of disappointment coming from the crowd tell us just how disappointed they are. Finlay’s not showing much emotion other than determination to get the job done. He’s so focused as he stands up and reaches down to bring Sheamus with him. He rolls him back in the ring under the bottom rope and joins him, sliding in there too, and he’s quickly distracted by something.

The table Sheamus slipped in there earlier catches his attention, and with Sheamus attempting to make his way back up, Finlay goes for the table. He picks it up off the mat and stands it up in the corner against the turnbuckle pads, and the fans love it. The veteran turns round and walks over to Sheamus, who’s almost back on his feet. Finlay doesn’t give him any help and stomps him hard in the gut, just where he nailed him with the extinguisher.

He’s not done and grabs his arm, then fires him towards the corner and the table, but SHEAMUS REVERSES IT AND FINLAY IS SENT CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE!!!. . . . . Sheamus is in no position to take advantage just yet as he remains on one knee after the momentum took him there. Finlay is hurting, lying on top of half a broken table with the other half falling on and around him. The Celtic Warrior crawls across on his knees, showing just how hurt he is, and he drags Finlay away from the wreckage before hooking his leg and making a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

NO! Finlay gets his shoulder up, infuriating Finlay but delighting the crowd. Sheamus sits up looking totally frustrated and at a loss what to do next. He sits there watching his battle scarred opponent roll on to his side, trying to find his way back up. Sheamus can’t believe it and just stares furiously at him. He stands up and pulls Finlay up too, then whips him hard in to the ropes, and as Finlay comes running back, Sheamus stomps him hard in the gut.

Finlay slumps forward and The Celtic Warrior lifts him off his feet with one arm, then drives Finlay’s back down on to his knee for THE IRISH CURSE (SIDE SLAM BACK BREAKER)!!. . . . . That’s done some damage, and Finlay falls to the deck in a heap, and Sheamus is right down on top of him, desperately making a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

NO! Again Finlay just kicks out to the relief of the cheering crowd. Sheamus sits up and he looks like he’s had enough. He stares down in disgust & contempt at his opponent, and this time Finlay’s not trying to get up. He can’t, but the sadistic Sheamus drags him back up with him and grabs him by the throat. Finlay can’t fight back and Sheamus knows it, staring in to the crowd before lifting him off the mat with the one hand and planting him with the FIERY RED HAND (CHOKESLAM POWERBOMB)!!!. . . . .

Sheamus doesn’t cover him and just stares at him lying there, eyes shut. The Celtic Warrior enjoys seeing his rival in the position he is, utterly helpless. The sick grin is back, and he grabs holds of Finlay’s head on his way back up, bringing him with him. He back pedals towards the corner and places Finlay’s head between his legs, setting him up for the HIGH CROSS!!!. . . . . The end could well be near, and Sheamus thinks it may just be.

The crowd look & sound desperately worried, and Sheamus gives them more reason to be as he lifts Finlay high up above his head, but Finlay comes to life. There’s still some fight left in him and he starts to wriggle around up there, and he drops down on to his feet, landing on the mat. Sheamus is stunned and turns around in a flash, and so does as Finlay on his knees to low blow The Celtic Warrior.

Sheamus falls in a heap to a big pop as the smirking Finlay breathes a sigh of relief on his knees. He then turns his head and his eyes light up. He can see his shillelagh lying on the apron, and he slowly stands up and makes his way across the ring to get at it as the winded Sheamus rolls around with a face like thunder. Finlay’s cheered as he reaches down and picks up the shillelagh, and he turns back to see Sheamus clawing his way back up, and he has no idea how much danger he’s in.

The Celtic Warrior makes it up with the intense Finlay lying in wait, and as Sheamus turns round, Finlay runs right at him with the shillelagh raised. Sheamus sees him coming and ducks his head. Finlay can’t put the brakes on straight away, and as soon as he does, he turns round and runs at Sheamus again. . . . . BOOM! BROGUE KICK FROM SHEAMUS!!!. . . . . Trouble! Big time trouble for Finlay! Sheamus falls on to one knee but can’t help look down with a big grin on his face.

He knows he’s in a good place now. He stands back up and drags the helpless Finlay up with him, heading back in to the corner once again for the HIGH CROSS!!!. . . . . There’s no sign of resistance from Finlay, and Sheamus comfortably lifts him up in to the sky, then runs out of the corner and TOSSES FINLAY DOWN CRASHING IN TO THE CANVAS!!!. . . . . It has to be all over now, and Sheamus thinks it is. Even the crowd look defeated as Sheamus crawls across on his hands & knees to make the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . . 3!


Winner: Sheamus by pinfall.

Aftermath: “Written in my Face” plays to heat from the crowd and Sheamus slowly stands back up, still looking delicate before getting his arm raised, and he certainly looks pleased with himself. He takes a look down at Finlay just lying there, amusing The Celtic Warrior very much. He throws both his arms up in to the air, delighted with his big victory, still grinning smugly.

He then turns his back on the ring and makes his way back up the ramp, stopping at the top of to turn around and throw his arms up again, much to the disgust of the San Francisco crowd. Sheamus doesn’t care and laughs it off as he turns round and heads to the back while Finlay tries to sit up in the ring, looking like he’s just been involved in a war.


*Cut Backstage*


A very laid back and smug looking Heath Slater is walking through the halls with a bottle of water in his hand. He stops at a locker room door and walks in, and there is his mentor, The Miz, already dressed to compete. Mr. Hollywood is looking very relaxed indeed and is handed the bottle of water.


Heath Slater: There you go my man.

The Miz: Thanks.

The Miz takes a quick gulp from the bottle.

The Miz: Y’know Heath, t’night’s going to be a good lesson for you. You’ll get t’ see me take John Morrison apart just like I did the poor, unfortunate Matt Cappotelli last Monday night. It’s going to be the perfect performance, and I’m going to make that jealous Monday Night Bore eat ev’ry single word when he said I had no talent or desire to make it in this business. And if he thinks I was ruthless on Raw, he’s in for a shock t’night. And when I’m finished with him, he can go lie next to Cappotelli in his own hospital bed.

Heath Slater: Right on.

The Miz: T’night Heath is going t’ be. . . Well there’s only one word I can think of t’ describe what t’night’s going t’ be, and that my friend is straight up awe-some.

Heath Slater: No doubt.

Slater laughs, as does The Miz as the camera fades out with them both laughing away.


*Video Promo*



>2 Weeks!<


*Cut to the Arena*


*Match #3*



Rey Mysterio w/Mystico vs. Zack Ryder

Last 10+ Minutes:
Breathing heavily & looking a little worse for ware, Mysterio gets back up to his feet with Ryder doing the same, not looking in the best of shape either. Rey watches Ryder closely and the determination increases. It’s written all over his face as he stares at the groggy Ryder and runs past him in to the ropes, jumps on to the second rope for a springboard. Ryder looks on in shock and has no time to react as the Mexican high flyer lands on his chest, forces him back down to the mat courtesy of a reverse cross-body and holds on for a cover with the ref dropping to his knees in a hurry to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

No! Ryder gets his shoulder up convincingly. Both men are clearly sore but still make their way back up as quickly as they can. They’re both fired up and Rey drives his boot towards Ryder’s stomach, but Ryder grabs it. He doesn’t mess around, quickly letting go and spinning the cruiserweight round in a spin. Ryder nails him with a right hand, knocking Rey off balance and follows it up with an irish whip.

He ducks his head as Rey hits the ropes, and Rey comes flying back at him with a sunset flip, met by a huge pop, but Ryder counters and doesn’t let Rey seal the deal. He grabs both of Rey’s legs and holds on to them with desperation as the ref rushes across to count Mysterio’s shoulders. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

No! Rey kicks off in time, making Mystico breathe a sigh of relief on the outside, but Ryder’s not happy at all. He thought he had him there and doesn’t waste a second in getting back up, looking angrily towards Rey as the Mexican rolls on to one knee. Ryder sees red and drags him up to his knees, but he catches everyone off guard by turning towards the corner, holding on to Rey by the back of the neck & Rey’s pants.

With a look of fury on his face, he runs in to the corner and fires Mysterio forward in to the ring-post shoulder first. The fans wince as Rey’s shoulder is driven right in to the steel post, but Ryder doesn’t seem satisfied at all. He just stares sadistically at Rey for a second, then drags him away. Mysterio’s helpless on the mat, and Ryder knows it. He kneels down and turns him on to his back, then goes for a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

Rey bravely lifts his shoulder up off the mat to frustrate Ryder even more. He just sits up and stares down with pure anger at Rey. Not for long though! He sits Rey up and applies a chin-lock, really putting pressure on his opponent. Ryder stares disapprovingly at the crowd as they encourage Mysterio, and their support begins to help him. He tries to make his way up to his feet, worrying Ryder. He tries to hold on for dear life, but Rey fights the hold, swinging his elbow in to his opponent’s midriff. He drives his elbow back again, fighting his way to safety. Ryder’s winded and can only watch on as Mysterio runs the ropes and comes flying back to nail him with a spinning wheel kick, sending him down to the mat to a big pop.

Rey picks himself up, breathing heavily still as he makes his way to the apron and steps through the ropes. He’s definitely looking a bit sluggish, and Ryder is clawing his way up to his knees. Rey starts to climb the turnbuckle pads, and as he gets to the top rope with his eyes only on climbing the ropes, Ryder looks up and spots the danger. He panics & reacts very quickly, diving to the side and in to the ropes. Rey falls sharply in to a seated position, looking in agony as you would expect. Ryder smirks as he leans against the ropes at the sight of Rey with the wind blown out of sails sat on the top rope.

The host of Raw takes the chance to get his breath back and laugh at the fans in front of him. He now turns his attention back to Rey and walks towards him, then climbs up to the second rope. Looking very confident, Ryder steps up to the second rope and pulls Rey’s head under his arm, setting him up seemingly for a suplex. Rey’s not fighting back and Ryder connects with A SUPLEX FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!. . . . . Both men’s backs hit the mat with some force, but somehow Ryder’s right as rain and shimmies round to hook Rey’s legs for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

NO!

Mysterio’s in trouble and he looks it. Ryder leans back on to his knees and stares down in frustration at Rey, who rolls on to his side in an attempt to get back up. Ryder lets him and locks his eyes on him as he too makes his way back up. Rey’s looking very unsteady as he tries to stand up, totally unaware of Ryder now gearing up behind him, ready to explode. Rey turns round unwittingly in to a vicious kick to the gut and is whipped in to the corner by Ryder, who doesn’t waste a second in charging in at him.

Rey sees him coming though and reacts quickly enough to lift his boot up in to Ryder’s face, sending him staggering out of the corner in spin. Mysterio pulls himself up to the second rope with Ryder’s back to him. The Mexican jumps off on to his shoulders, taking Ryder by surprise. The surprise doesn’t end there as Mysterio spins round on his shoulders and catches him with a HURRICANRANA, THE MYSTERIO-RANA!!. . . . . The fans are going nuts as Ryder hits the mat with Rey desperately going for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

No! Ryder gets the shoulder up, disappointing the crowd with sighs ringing round the arena. Rey looks gutted too as he sits up and puts his hands to his head. Mystico looks disappointed too in his mentor’s corner, but Rey doesn’t have time to feel sorry for himself as Ryder tries to get back up. It forces Rey to get up too, and Ryder’s not far behind him either. The Ultimate Underdog strikes immediately, nailing the defenceless Raw host with a series of stiff kicks to the body. Ryder slumps forward and Rey levels him with a stiff kick to the side of the head, putting Ryder down on the mat.

Rey looks down and sees that Ryder’s barely moving. His eyes are all over the place. He doesn’t know where he’s at, and Rey wanders on over to the apron, stepping through the ropes again with Ryder slowly clawing his way back up. Rey keeps him firmly in his sights as he stands on the apron, clutching on to the top rope and getting ready to strike. Ryder manages to find his way on to his feet, but as he turns round, Rey springboards & comes out of the sky for a SEATED SENTON!!. . . . . He gets it and takes Ryder down, landing on top of him for a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

NO!

Ryder gets the shoulder up again, denying Rey the win there & then. Mysterio’s in the groove now though and hurries back up to his feet. He pulls Ryder up from his knees and tries for an irish whip in to the pads, but wait, Ryder reverses it and Mysterio hits them back first. Ryder takes a second to get his breath back before running in, but Rey steps to the side and Ryder runs in to the pads. Rey takes full advantage, kicking Ryder in the gut and planting him with a SPRINGBOARD DDT!!. . . . . Ryder’s head got drilled in to the canvas and the lights are out for the Raw host as Rey scurries across the mat and hooks the leg for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

. . . . .

NO! Somehow Ryder gets his shoulder up, and this time even Rey can’t believe it. He looks at the referee in shock as Ryder lifts his head up ever so slightly for a split second. Reluctantly, Mysterio stands up while Ryder remains in deep trouble on the mat. Rey heads to the apron again, and Ryder is barely moving as Rey grabs the top rope and springboards again, coming down through the air for a SPLASH!!. . . . . NO WAIT. RYDER LIFTS HIS KNEES UP IN TO REY’S GUT!. . . . .

Rey rolls across the apron clutching his stomach with Mystico feeling his pain on the outside. Ryder tries to sit up, still dazed from the DDT moments ago. It takes them both a while to get back up, both showing the strain of the contest so far. Ryder’s first up, and as Rey makes it up and turns round, Ryder runs right at him and connects with the ROUGH RYDER!!. . . . . Zack caught him with the leg lariat and Rey’s down for the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

. . . . .

NO! It’s Mysterio’s turn to get his shoulder up at the count of two, frustrating Ryder. Raw’s host isn’t happy about it one bit and stares down at Rey, then gives the ref a dirty look. Ryder pulls himself back up, and Rey makes it up to his knees. Zack’s fired up now and yells at Rey to get up, and slowly he does. Ryder’s right on him and fires him in to the ropes, but as Rey comes back, he counters Zack with a HEAD SCISSORS TAKE DOWN ON TO THE SECOND ROPE!!. . . . .

The fans are going nuts as Rey gets up to his feet and sees Ryder’s in big trouble. The Master of the 619 dials up and turns back to run the ropes, flies across the ring, swings through the ropes and connects with the 619 TO A HUGE ROAR INSIDE THE COW PALACE!!!. . . . . It sends Ryder back across the mat, still down as Rey stands back up on the apron. He steadies himself as he watches the dazed Ryder struggle to get to a vertical base with the crowd rising to their feet.

Rey’s psyching himself up, and Ryder turns round to face him. Mysterio’s given permission for take off and springboards for the WEST COAST POP!!!. . . . . NO! RYDER KICKS REY IN THE GUT, GRABS HIS HEAD WITH BOTH HANDS, TWISTS HIM ROUND AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A NECK BREAKER!!. . . . . Rey’s down & out and the fans are stunned as Ryder scurries round as quick as he can to make a cover, hooking both legs as the ref rushes across to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

. . . . .

NO!

Mystico punches the air on the outside as somehow Mysterio lifts his shoulder up to deny the gobsmacked Ryder a shock victory. Raw’s host can’t believe it as he stares at the referee in disbelief. The ref signals the two count again for his benefit, but Ryder doesn’t want to see it. He’s livid and hurries back up to his feet, bringing Rey up with him and pulling him in to place for the Zack Attack. He has Rey lined up and looks in to the crowd, sn-iggering at them believing he has it in the bag.

He hasn’t though and Rey pulls back to Ryder’s amazement. Rey back pedals to the ropes as Ryder turns round and runs at him, right in to a drop toe hold on to the second rope. Ryder’s in troubled territory right now. Mysterio stands up full of determination to seal the deal. He doesn’t dial up this time and runs across the ring to hit the ropes, comes racing back, and for the second time he nails Ryder with the 619!!!. . . . .

The fans are on their feet again as Rey stands up on the apron again with Ryder down & out on the mat. Mysterio steadies himself then SPRINGBOARDS & DROPS THE DIME!!! That should be it and Rey shifts across to cover his opponent, who’s not moving. The ref drops to his knees and counts the fall. . . . .

1. . . . .

2 . . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . . 3!


Winner: Rey Mysterio by pinfall.

Aftermath: “Booyaka 619” hits to a massive cheer inside the Cow Palace as the still hurting Rey stands up to get his arm raised by the referee. Mystico joins his mentor in the ring and congratulates him with a very brief guy hug. Mysterio hits the corner and celebrates, posing for the delighted fans after a hard fought victory.


*Video Promo*

We’re shown a shot of a fired up Kofi Kingston getting ready in his locker room for his Intercontinental Championship rematch with Ted DiBiase Jr later on. He’s sat down pulling his knee pads up in to place, and boy does he have a mean look on his face.


*Cut Backstage*


From a distance, we can see John Cena is talking with JTG & Homicide in the hallway, and just as JTG and his rookie walk away, armed with a microphone, Todd Grisham walks towards him.


Todd Grisham: JOHN!

John Cena: Hey Todd, what’s up?

Cena shakes hands with the T-man.

Todd Grisham: Well John, what I have to ask is very simple. We’re all awaiting the decision you’re all set to announce later on tonight, and after what you said Monday night, it seemed like you weren’t sure as to what that would be. My question is John, have you now made your decision?

John Cena: Y’know this time last week I thought I had my mind made up, I really did. Then Monday night, I had the pleasure of listening to Randy Orton tell me all about how I should pack my bags and leave Raw for my own benefit. And as you know Todd, Randy’s one persuasive guy. I didn’t know what t’ think, and all week I’ve been going back an’ forth on what t’ do, but after thinking ev’rything through, I’ve finally made my decision. . . Later on t’night, I’ll tell ev’ryone out there an’ ev’ryone watching at home around the world what that is. And before you ask Todd, you’ll have t’ wait like ev’ryone else.

Todd Grisham: You can’t even give us the slightest hint?

John Cena: Sorry Todd, like I said, you’re gonna have t’ wait an’ see.

Todd Grisham: Alright, fair enough.

John Cena: I’ll catch y’later man.

Cena walks off in to the night with Grisham watching him wander off.


*Video Recap*

SummerSlam
Last Month

“LISTEN, THIS AIN’T NO MAKE BELIEVE. . . COME ON, OPEN YOUR EYES AN’ SEE. . .”

John Morrison
hits the stage to a big pop from the California crowd. He then makes his way down to the ring with a big smile on his face, looking very pleased to be here, and as he gets in the ring, he walks over to Lilian Garcia and asks to borrow her microphone. She happily hands it over as Morrison then turns to face the camera and the music cuts.


John Morrison: It’s moments like these that made me want t’ be a W W E superstar, but I’m not the only one. I’m not talking about my opponent t’night, I’m talking about a very special friend of mine, a friend of mine who shared the same dream as me. Those dreams came true at the same time, but unfortunately, that dream was taken away from him. T’night though, I’ve invited him t’ join me in my corner, and I can’t tell you how excited I am t’ have him here with me. You might remember him from season three of Tough Enough where he and I both won W W E contracts. I know him as my good buddy, so please give a warm California welcome to MATT CAPPOTELLI!

Out walks the casually dressed Matt Cappotelli with the fans applauding him as he strolls down to the ring, most unsure of who he is but still being polite while Morrison smiles and claps as he watches his friend make his way down the ramp. He smiles and acknowledges the fans’ by raising his arm as he climbs up the steps and joins Morrison in the ring, then gives him a guy hug.

“AWE-SOME. . . I CAME TO, CAME T’ PLAY, THERE’S A PRICE T’ PAY. . .”

‘Mr. Hollywood’ The Miz
walks out to the stage looking very smug with Morrison & Cappotelli watching on from the ring. The Miz doesn’t look too bothered by Cappotelli’s presence and is even smirking in their direction.


***

John Morrison w/Matt Cappotelli vs. The Miz

Both men get back up as quickly as they can, both looking worn out. Morrison looks to strike first with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!. . . . . Miz ducks it and kicks him hard in the gut, throwing Morrison’s upper body forward. He then turns back and runs the ropes, and as he comes charging back, Morrison greets him with a hard stomp to the gut of his own. He then reacts very quickly and connects with the MOONLIGHT DRIVE!!!. . . . . The fans go nuts as The Miz lies motionless on the mat, but Morrison’s not done.

He stands up and drags The Miz’s lifeless body towards the corner, then climbs his way up all the way to the summit. The fans are on their feet as The Monday Night Delight stands on the top rope ready to strike with Mr. Hollywood lying completely helpless beneath him. Morrison then leaps off and comes crashing down on to his opponent. . . . . STARSHIP PAIN!!!. . . . . The lights are out and the crowd count in tandem with the referee as Morrison hooks the leg. . . . . 1. . . . . 2. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!

“Ain’t No Make Believe” blasts out and the fans continue to cheer and applaud Morrison as he picks himself back up. Cappotelli joins in the applause as the grinning Monday Night Delight gets his arm raised by the referee, and he then joins him in the ring and nods at him in approval. They walk towards each other and have a brief guy hug before Morrison walks in to the corner and climbs up to the second rope, then poses for the fans. Matt continues to clap him as The Miz comes round, not looking happy at all.

He clutches his stomach as he turns his head in Morrison’s direction, and he steps down off the ropes and walks back to Cappotelli. They have a little chuckle and then leave the ring in the same mood before turning round on the ramp to see The Miz sitting up, glaring in their direction. Cappotelli then raises his buddy’s arm in the air, and they smile right back at the irate Miz, seemingly amusing both Morrison & Cappotelli as well as the San Jose faithful.


***

Raw
25th August

Leticia Cline is interviewing John Morrison & Matt Cappotelli in the back.


Leticia Cline:
John, what’s your reaction to The Miz’s announcement last week that you two will meet again in a rematch from SummerSlam in four weeks at Unf’given?

John Morrison: Well to be honest I was a little surprised at first. I wasn’t expecting him to go ask for a rematch after I beat him at SummerSlam, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. This is The Miz we’re talking about after all. He’s one of the most deluded people you’ll ever meet. He even called my victory at SummerSlam a fluke. If that’s what he actually thinks then that’s fine, because he’s going to find out at Unf’given that it wasn’t. Then maybe he’ll realise he’s not this big star he seems to think he is.

The Miz walks in to the shot, looking very serious indeed. Morrison & Cappotelli aren’t exactly pleased to see him either.

The Miz:
however have a question, not for you John but you Cappotelli. What the hell are you still doing here? Seriously, what business do you have being here huh? Please, I’d love t’ know.

John Morrison: It’s got nothing to do with you.

The Miz: Really? If I remember rightly he was in your corner at SummerSlam. He was a distraction in that fluke of a win, and by the looks of it he’ll be there again at Unf’given doing ev’rything he can t’ help you screw me over again ‘cause you know you can’t beat me by y’self. . . You know you’re only here ‘cause he feels sorry for you an’ ev’rything you’ve been through don’t you Matt? I mean why else would he bring you here?

Matt Cappotelli: You’re a jackass y’know that?

Matt’s disgusted and shrugs his way past The Miz, followed by the also disgusted Morrison. The Miz & Leticia watch them leave, and she gives him a dirty look, confusing The Miz.

The Miz:
What?

***

Raw
1st September

“Listen this ain’t no make believe. . .”

Out walk John Morrison & Matt Cappotelli in to the Van Andel Arena to a pop from the Grand Rapids crowd. Both are dressed casually and they don’t seem to be as laid back as they have been in previous weeks, and it looks like they’re trying to put a brave face on it, Morrison especially as they greet the fans. As they enter the ring, Morrison picks a microphone up off the apron and his music stops as he & Cappotelli step inside.


John Morrison:
Unfortunately I’ve had the misfortune of knowing The Miz for some time, and just when I thought I’d heard it all, last week he sunk to new depths even f’ him. . . Where I was fortunate enough to have the chance to perform in front of each and ev’ryone of you and millions more fans across the world watching at home, that chance was taken away from Matt, or more specifically, cancer took that chance away from him. The hell he’s been through, that I saw him go through made it impossible not to feel sorry for him, but now he’s beaten it in a fight tougher than any you’ll ever get in this ring, the only thing I feel is pride. I’m proud of him for coming through it. . . I invited him to SummerSlam for one reason, because he’s my best friend as The Miz himself knows, and I wanted him there in my corner on one of the biggest nights of my career. Matt knows that too and if he felt for a second I was taking pity on him, he’d know and he would never have turned up at SummerSlam.

Matt Cappotelli: I’ve never wanted sympathy an’ John knows that better anybody. That’s why I wasn’t that bothered by what The Miz said last week. After all I’ve been through, you find out that life really is too short t’ put up with people like him. I’m just thankful that I had god by my side to help me beat the cancer.

“AWE-SOME. . . I CAME TO, CAME T’ PLAY. . .”

Clearly amused, The Miz hits the stage dressed in jeans, T-shirt and casual jacket along with Heath Slater, his rookie who’s wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood down. Mr. Hollywood is holding a microphone and his music cuts. Morrison & Cappotelli look up at them and Morrison is very unhappy to say the least at The Miz’s interruption.


The Miz:
What I don’t get Matt is how you don’t want sympathy yet here you are crying like a baby about how god helped you an’ how god saved your life. . . You wanna know what I think?. . . It’s crap. It’s all crap. . . Really it’s total B-S. You know how many people die ev’ry week of cancer across the world? You’re okay though right Matt because god chose to ignore ev’ryone else an’ save you. . . You actually believe that god, if there is one that is cured your cancer in some kind of miracle. . . Well let me make this as clear as I possibly can, there is no god and you’re a moron f’ believing he actually helped you. . . In fact, maybe there is a god. Yeah there could be something to that seeing it was some kind of miracle that John beat me at SummerSlam. It had t’ take something extraordinary an’ the more I think about it, the clearer it gets. Maybe you’re right. How does it work exactly? Do you have t’ go an’ ask ‘im personally f’ a favour or what? Maybe you could have a word with him about turning up at Unf’given, ‘cause that’s the only way you’ll ever beat me again John. . . Not even god can stop The Miz. GOD’S NOT GONNA STOP ME BEIN’ THE BIGGEST STAR THIS BUSINESS WILL EVER SEE.

John Morrison: I CAN’T WAIT F’ UNF’GIVEN, ‘CAUSE WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU YOU’LL BE ON YOUR KNEES PRAYING F’ MERCY.

***

Later That Night

Backstage, the camera pans to the right and John Morrison is being pummelled by The Miz & Heath Slater with Matt Cappotelli trying to fend them off with Melina there also. She’s concerned as Slater shoves Cappotelli down to his knees before he & his mentor put the boots to The Monday Night Delight.


Melina:
STOP IT, PLEASE.

Cappotelli stands back up and pulls Slater away by the arm, causing The Miz to stop his own attack on Morrison.

The Miz:
I’d let go of him right now Matt unless you want yet another trip t’ the hospital.

Cappotelli doesn’t want to as he stares at the deadly serious Mr. Hollywood while Melina kneels down to check on Morrison. Cappotelli then reluctantly lets go of Slater.

The Miz:
My pleasure. Come on Heath. Oh yeah, that’s your first lesson. Be prepared!

Melina & Cappotelli look disgusted with them The Miz & Slater walk off laughing with Morrison squirming on the floor, looking very groggy as the camera zooms in on him.

***

Raw
8th September (Two Weeks Ago)


Non-Title Match
Melina vs. Nikki Bella w/Cody Rhodes, Joe Hennig & Brie Bella

The Women’s Champion caught her Nikki the Extreme Makeover, a spinning face-buster to earn herself the victory. Rhodes & Hennig weren’t best pleased but took it on the chin as they then helped the twins round to the ramp while Melina posed with her title. However her music stopped to her surprise, and “I Came to Play” hit to a chorus of boos as The Miz and his rookie, Heath Slater made their way down to the ring with big smiles on their faces and past Cody, Hennig & the Bellas. Melina didn’t know what was going on and didn’t look all that worried as the cocky Clevelander walked past her to get himself a microphone.

The Miz: Congratulations on that highly impressive vict’ry Melina. I think I speak for both Heath an’ myself when I say that you looked great t’night. You sure did a number on your opponent, just like we did on your precious John Morrison last week.

Melina looks disgusted with Mr. Hollywood as both he & Slater laugh about their attack on Morrison last week.

The Miz: Sure it’s not gonna be as impressive as what I’m gonna do t’ him at Unf’given, but still I think he got the point that I’m The Miz, and I’M AWE. . .

“Listen, this ain’t no make believe. . .”

The Miz
is pissed and looks up at the stage to see an angry John Morrison & Matt Cappotelli walk out in to the arena. Melina smirks and watches her friends pace down the ramp in to the ring, and The Monday Night Delight is in a foul mood, understandably so after last week. He gets right up close to Mr. Hollywood and stares at him eyeball to eyeball. It looks like things could blow up with The Miz smirking away at seeing his former partner getting riled up, and Morrison then shrugs his way past him to get a microphone from Lilian Garcia. With Cappotelli & Melina still staring at Miz & Slater, Morrison turns back and heads towards his friends with the stick.

John Morrison:
You’re real tough aren’t you Miz? Not only did you attack me from behind last week, you come out here and intimidate a woman, a close friend of mine. You’re damn lucky I came out here when I did or you wouldn’t be in any shape t’ face me in two weeks at Unf’given. . . After ev’rything you’ve said about Matt, jumping me an’ trying t’ scare Melina, you’re really setting a great example for your rookie, and at Unf’given we’ll really find out how tough you are.

The Miz: Oh I’m tough.

Morrison sn-iggers.

The Miz:
What, you don’t think so? I’ll prove it right now.

John Morrison: How so? What are you going t’ do huh? Go an’ pick on J-R or Lilian maybe?

The Miz: Don’t get smart with me John because you’d be way out of your depth an’ you know it. What I have in mind is a challenge, a challenge for a no holds barred match right here next week live on Raw. . . And the man I’m challenging John has a giant advantage as he has someone else on his side that it might as well be a handicap match. . . The person I’m challenging is none other than Matt Cappotelli.

Cappotelli grabs hold of Morrison’s microphone and looks at Morrison to basically say he wants it. Morrison looks surprised but lets go as Cappotelli then locks his eyes on The Miz.

Matt Cappotelli:
You’re as transparent as it gets. You came out here t’night with this plan t’ challenge me right so you’d look all big when I said I no? Well I’ve got news f’ you Mister Hollywood. Your little plan’s backfired because I’m not going t’ say no even though I know I should. What I am saying is next week, you an’ me no holds barred.

***

Raw
Last Week

A concerned John Morrison is walking back & forth in a locker room with a focused Matt Cappotelli sat down on the bench pulling his knee pads in to place. The Monday Night Delight now sits down alongside his buddy.


John Morrison:
Matt, I know we’ve been through a lot t’gether, but this whole thing with The Miz, well it isn’t your problem. You don’t have t’ do this t’night. It’s still not too late t’ pull out you know? You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, especially The Miz.

Matt sits up and looks at Morrison.

Matt Cappotelli:
I know you’re just tryin’ t’ look out f’ me, but you don’t need to, I know what I’m doin’. I’m gonna make sure The Miz gets what’s comin’ to ‘im after ev’rything he’s said since SummerSlam, an’ no one can change my mind John, not even you man. I’ve gotta do this.

***

Later That Night

“AWE-SOME!”

Boos fill the Idaho Center as The Miz and his rookie, Heath Slater enter the arena. Both young men seem very relaxed as Mr. Hollywood stops at the top of the stage, smiling & nodding. He then walks down the ramp with a certain swagger & purpose, followed by his smirking rookie. As The Miz enters the ring with the fans still booing, he walks over to Lilian Garcia and asks for her microphone. He gets it and takes up centre stage with Slater joining him by his side as the music stops, bringing out the heat even more as The Miz stands there smirking.


The Miz:
It appears that over the last few weeks, some over sensitive individuals have taken offensive to some of the comments I may have made regarding one Matt Cappotelli. . . I don’t regret a single word I’ve said, and if that upsets or offends anyone, I don’t care. I’m not here to tell you what the world needs t’ hear. I’m here for one reason and one reason only, to become the biggest star this company has ever seen. . . Ultimately there’s only one person responsible for what may or may not happen t’night, and that’s not me. For those who are curious, it won’t be god either. It’ll be his close personal friend, Matt Cappotelli. . . The only way he could ever beat me is if god came downstairs, and rest assured people, that’s not gonna happen. He may have beaten cancer but he won’t beat The Miz.

“Listen, this ain’t no make believe. . .”

The disgusted duo of Matt Cappotelli & John Morrison slowly walk out to the stage, and The Monday Night Delight shakes his head and stares down at his rival just grinning back at him. Cappotelli is one intense guy right now as he focuses on one person and one person only, The Miz. He & Morrison set off down the ramp with Cappotelli wearing cut off black jeans, a white T-shirt and boots as well as the all padding he needs on his elbows & knees. The Miz backs up in to his corner with Slater leaving the ring looking very confident of his mentor’s chances as Cappotelli climbs up the steps to enter the ring, glaring right at his opponent. Morrison takes up a position in his friend’s corner while the very overconfident Mr. Hollwood continues smirking at Cappotelli who looks ready to go.


No Holds Barred
Matt Cappotelli w/John Morrison vs. The Miz w/Heath Slater

As soon as the bell rang, Miz ran at Cappotelli and knocked him down with a thunderous clothesline leaving Matt in some pain on the mat. The Miz smirked and looked over at Slater, then nodded his head. Slater grabbed a chair from beside the timekeeper’s table and slipped it in to the ring to his mentor as Cappotelli started to make his way back up. Mr. Hollywood picked it up and got ready to take his opponent’s head off with Morrison looking very worried on the outside. He panicked and threw himself in the ring as Cappotelli got to his feet. With The Miz lifting the chair up high above his head and as Matt turned round, Morrison ran at him and shoved him out of the way, running right in to the chair shot meant for his buddy.

It amused The Miz and he had laughed at the sight of Morrison flat on his back and Cappotelli trying to get to his knees. The Miz stepped back and got ready to strike again with the fans booing and looking extremely worried for Cappotelli. He didn’t take his eyes off him, and as Matt stood up and turned round, he blasted him in the skull with the chair to a barrage of heat. Both The Miz & Slater enjoyed seeing both Morrison & Cappotelli flat out, and The Miz simply dropped the chair before placing his right boot across Matt’s chest for the cover.

Cappotelli was helpless and the referee counted to three resulting in yet more heat and “I Came to Play” playing again. Slater joined his mentor in the ring and applauded as the ref raised The Miz’s hand in victory. The Miz was in heaven, sn-iggering away as Melina, the WWE Women’s Champion ran down the ramp to check on both her friends, further amusing Mr. Hollywood & Slater. They then left the ring wearing big smiles as they laughed at the angry & concerned fans as well as taking a look back in the ring with Morrison beginning to come round.

He slowly sat up and stared up at his remorseless rival before seeing Cappotelli totally out of it. His attention turned to Matt, who wasn’t moving, and The Monday Night Delight called for help from the back. He got it and a couple of EMTs charged down the ramp to attend to Cappotelli, much to the amusement of Miz & Slater, who stood watching with pleasure from the stage. Morrison looked up at them with contempt while the EMTs continued checking Matt’s condition.


***

Later That Night

Matt Cappotelli
is shown being put in to the back of an ambulance on a stretcher with John Morrison & Melina. We can see that Cappotelli has regained consciousness and Morrison jumps in the ambulance with him, then turns back to Melina.

John Morrison:
I’ll give you a call from the hospital okay?

Melina: Sure. I’ll meet you there.

Paramedic #1: We’ve gotta take off, sorry.

The paramedics slam the door shut, and as Melina turns round with the ambulance setting off, she’s greeted by The Miz & Heath Slater. They’re both grinning in a big way, disgusting Melina.

The Miz:
Is he gonna be okay? I sure hope I’ve not done any more damage to that delicate brain of his.

Melina: You’re sick, you know that.

Melina storms off past them and they laugh out loud together as they watch her leave.

The Miz:
Now that Heath, that was awesome.

They carry on laughing as the ambulance leaves the arena in the distance.


*Cut to the Arena*


*Match #4*



No Disqualification Match
John Morrison w/Melina vs. The Miz w/Heath Slater

Last 10+ Minutes:
Both men make their way up, both deadly serious and full of intent. Miz is ultra fired up and throws a wild right at his former tag team partner. Morrison blocks it though and whips Mr. Hollywood in to the ropes. Miz comes running back and Morrison leans down to lift him off his feet, then falls back, sending Miz’s face crashing in to the mat with a FLAPJACK!. . . . .

That had to hurt, and The Miz turns over on to his back, squirming and looking uncomfortable as Morrison races back up to his feet. The Monday Night Delight isn’t wasting a second and jumps up in to the air, hitting a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!. . . . . Morrison lands right on Miz’s chest, taking the wind out of his sails, concerning Slater on the outside. Melina prays, looking on from her friend’s corner as he reaches to the side and hooks the leg for a cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

The Miz comfortably kicks out, not that he’s looking comfortable as Morrison leans back on to his knees. Slater’s relieved on the outside, but The Shaman of Sexy isn’t in the mood to give The Miz any time to recover. He stands up and brings Miz with him, then tries for an irish whip to the corner, but Miz reverses it and sends Morrison crashing in to the pads back first.

Miz takes a deep breath and runs in at the stunned Morrison, catching him with a jumping clothesline that takes The Miz through the ropes in to a sitting position on the middle rope. He’s looking very smug, and his rookie is nodding along. The Miz pulls away from the ropes and stands up, then drives his knee hard in to Morrison’s gut. JoMo slumps forward and Miz pulls him out of the corner, then takes him down via a side headlock and drives his knee right in to Morrison’s spine.

He keeps the side headlock locked in, making life very difficult for Morrison. The Miz is holding on for dear life, but the fans start to encourage The Monday Night Delight, clapping along with Melina as she bangs her hands in to the mat. Mr. Hollywood & Slater don’t appreciate it one bit, and Morrison responds. He manages to get on to one knee, and Miz is worried. He clings on but is powerless as Morrison fights his way up to his feet and drives his elbow back in to the ribs of The Miz.

They have an effect and he battles free to put The Miz down on one knee. He turns back in to the ropes and runs the ropes but Miz stands upright and hits him with the kitchen sink, driving his knee in to Morrison’s gut, sending him right back down to the mat. Morrison sits up clutching his stomach as the pissed Miz runs past him in to the ropes and comes back to nail him with a stiff kick to the chest. Morrison falls back and The Miz rushes down to his knees to cover him with the ref rushing across to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

No! Morrison kicks out, angering The Miz slightly. He doesn’t look all that surprised as he stares at the referee. Slater urges him on from the outside while Melina looks concerned for her friend. He sits up in pain and The Miz helps him up, then fires him in to the ropes. The Shaman of Sexy hits them and holds on to the top rope, pissing The Miz off no end. He sees red and charges at his opponent, and Morrison lifts his elbow up in to Miz’s face.

The crowd cheer and The Miz is sent staggering away from the ropes, giving Morrison the chance to compose himself. As The Miz turns round, Morrison walks out to meet him, catching him with a ONE ARMED HEADSTAND OVER HEEL KICK!. . . . . There’s more cheers from the crowd as The Miz falls to the mat and Morrison follows it up right away with a BREAK-DANCE LEG DROP!. . . . . With momentum on his side and confidence gaining, Morrison shimmies round to hook The Miz’s leg for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

The Miz kicks out, leaving Morrison slightly disappointed. He doesn’t look that surprised as he leans back, and Mr. Hollywood tries to get away, rolling towards the ropes. Morrison stands back up and watches The Miz clawing his way back up with the aid of the ropes. He gets his balance and turns round to see JoMo flying at him, nailing him with a clothesline that sends The Miz over the top rope down to the floor below, and the crowd love it.

Slater walks round to check on his mentor, not aware of Morrison staring down at both him & Miz. Morrison looks in to the cheering crowd with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face. He turns back, runs the ropes and races back across the ring, DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES TO TAKE DOWN BOTH THE MIZ & SLATER!!!. . . . . The fans in the first few rows are on their feet and cheering once again as Morrison sits up and looks in to the stands.

Melina’s impressed, almost gleaming in fact as she watches on. Morrison’s firmly in control now. He stands up with both Miz & Slater stirring, reaches down and pulls his opponent up, then tosses him back in the ring under the bottom rope. Morrison’s still smiling as he takes his time climbing back on the apron, but it’s a mistake. Slater jumps up from his knees and drags Morrison down by the boot, and MORRISON’S HEAD SMASHES AGAINST THE APRON BEFORE HE FALLS TO THE FLOOR!!. . . . .

Boos are echoing inside the Cow Palace as an angry Slater kneels down and drags the groggy Monday Night Delight back up. Miz sits up smiling to see his rookie WHIP MORRISON IN TO THE RING-POST, GETTING THE CROWD EVEN HOTTER!!. . . . . The boos are deafening as Morrison drops to the floor holding his face after it just got introduced to the steel post. The referee wanders across to the apron has a word with the remorseless Slater, but it’s pointless as Slater points out.

There are no disqualifications in this match and Miz is loving it as he looks on. Melina’s not happy and goes over to check on Morrison, who’s very dazed right now. Slater takes no notice of Melina and walks towards Morrison to drag him back up. He tosses him back in the ring as his mentor stands up looking very relaxed indeed, and he should be now his rookie’s down some of the work for him. The Miz gets back up to his feet with a smug look of confidence on his face as Morrison turns round on his knees to try & get up using the ropes to help him.

Miz is loving it as he watches his former partner struggle to make it back up, and as Morrison makes it to his feet and backs away from the ropes, The Miz strikes. He runs at him and nails him with a clothesline in to a REVERSE STO!!. . . . . Morrison’s head hits the mat in a bad way and The Miz is now all business as he shifts round to make a cover, shoving Morrison flat on to his back with the ref rushing across to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

No! Morrison gets his shoulder up to the relief of both Melina and the crowd. The Women’s Champion, holding her title at ringside is looking very relieved as the starry eyed Monday Night Delight lifts his head up off the mat, not knowing where he is with The Miz not at all happy that he escaped at two. Mr. Hollywood wants to get the match wrapped up now and stands up, staring down at the squirming Shaman of Sexy. He backs away and watches Morrison again claw his way back up, then pounces on him as soon as he’s up, kicking him in the gut and grabbing him by the head.

The Miz sets him up for a bulldog and runs in to the ropes, going for the SPRINGBOARD, BUT MORRISON THROWS HIM OFF HIS SHOULDER IN MID-AIR AND DOWN TO THE MAT!. . . . . The fans cheer as Morrison takes the time to get his breath back, leaning against the ropes while The Miz picks himself back up with Slater worried on the outside.

Morrison watches The Miz stand up and paces across the mat, lifting his boot up for a SUPER KICK!!. . . . . NO, MIZ DUCKS IT AND GRABS MORRISON BY THE HEAD TO PLANT HIM WITH A FALLING NECK BREAKER!!!. . . . . Morrison hits the deck and The Miz thinks he has it, shimmying round on the mat to hook Morrison’s leg for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

NO!

Morrison just about gets his shoulder up, and it’s met by a pop from the crowd and a big smile on the face of Melina. The Miz isn’t smiling though. He sits up and stares angrily at the referee. He can’t believe it was just two, but the referee makes him clear it was. The Monday Night Delight is showing his resiliency as he sits up, albeit awkwardly, and The Miz has him in his sights. The Miz gets up and stalks him, worrying the crowd who try to warn Morrison.

There’s panic on the face of Melina, the complete opposite of the smirking Slater. Morrison makes it up and tries to get his balance, but The Miz doesn’t let him. He sneaks up behind him and pulls him in to place for the SKULL CRUSHING FINALE!!!. . . . . OR SO HE THINKS! MORRISON SLIPS ROUND THE BACK OF HIM AND PLANTS HIM WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!. . . . .

Melina’s smiling once again, although she’s obviously relieved with Slater frustrated. Both Miz & Morrison struggle to make it back up, not looking in the best of shape. As they get back up, both groggy, they turn to face each other and MORRISON EXPLODES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A MASSIVE SUPER KICK!!!. . . . . A massive roar breaks out as The Miz just falls back with the weary Morrison dropping to his knees on top of him to make the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . .3?

NO!

The Miz just, and just gets his shoulder up to deny Morrison another victory at his expense. Slater breathes a huge sigh of relief on the outside in his mentor’s corner, and Morrison leans back on to his knees looking devastated. He thought he had it in the bag there & then. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair, but he soon realises that The Miz is in a bad way, barely moving.

Morrison springs in to action, standing back up and dragging Mr. Hollywood close to the corner. Morrison looks in to the crowd and down at Slater in front of him on the floor, letting him know what’s coming. The fans are cheering as Morrison hits the ropes and connects with STARSHIP PAIN!!!. . . . . Landing on Miz’s chest, Morrison reaches across to hook the near leg for the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . .3?

NO! Slater puts The Miz’s foot on the rope at the last second. The boos ring out and they’re deafening as the referee looks at Slater, who just grins back at him. Morrison turns his head and sees Slater there grinning at him, and The Shaman of Sexy snaps. He rolls out of the ring, taking Miz’s rookie by surprise. Slater tries to run away but Morrison catches up with him and grabs him. The crowd cheer as Morrison looks in to the stands, teasing a punch, then turns back to Slater and drills him with a right hand in front of the announce table.

It’s deafening inside the Cow Palace now for another reason, and Melina nods her head in approval as Morrison takes some pleasure in looking down at Slater, who stares back up at him full of anger. He then turns back and slips in to the ring, walking over to The Miz, who’s getting up to his knees. Morrison tries to help him up but The Miz shoots up, playing possum and nails him with a forearm, sending him round in a spin. Miz walks up behind him and grabs him once again for the SKULL CRUSHING FINALE!!!. . . . .

NO! AGAIN MORRISON ESCAPES! THIS TIME WITH AN ELBOW BACK IN TO THE FACE OF MR. HOLLYWOOD!. . . . . MIZ IS STARTLED AS MORRISON RUNS THE ROPES, SPRINGBOARDS AND LEVELS HIM WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!!!. . . . . Both men hit the deck and The Miz is in real danger now. He sits up not knowing what’s going on, and Morrison is on a mission. With the fans urging him on, he rushes back up and drags The Miz up, pulling him in to place for the MOONLIGHT DRIVE!!!. . . . .

The fans are on their feet, but wait! Slater’s up and he slides a steel chair in to the ring on the blind side of Morrison, then runs round and jumps up on the apron, catching Morrison’s attention. The Monday Night Delight is livid, sick of the sight of his opponent’s rookie. He lets go of The Miz and paces across the mat, grabbing Slater by the shirt and staring right at him. For some reason he lets him go, amusing Slater, but MORRISON TAKES A STEP BACK AND NAILS HIM WITH A SUPER KICK!!!. . . . .

SLATER’S SENT DOWN TO THE FLOOR!. . . . . MORRISON’S SMILING BUT MELINA SEES SOMETHING HE DOESN’T. THE MIZ IS UP WITH THE CHAIR IN HIS HANDS. MELINA & THE CROWD TRY TO WARN MORRISON, BUT HE TURNS ROUND RIGHT IN TO A SHOT TO THE SKULL FROM THE MIZ WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!. . . . . The Miz is smirking like mad and just lets go of the chair with Morrison flat out on the mat. Slowly & confidently, Mr. Hollywood drops to his knees and makes the cover with the disgusted referee kneeling down to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . .3?

NO!

Morrison somehow, someway gets his shoulder up! The crowd is going nuts, cheering for Morrison as The Miz leans back in absolute shock! He stares blankly at the referee, who does all he can to make The Miz see it was just a count of two. Melina can’t believe it, but The Miz is furious. Morrison’s eyes are barely registering, and The Miz snaps. He stands back up and stares down at his former partner for a couple of seconds before dragging him back up. The crowd boo as The Miz pulls Morrison effortlessly in to place for the SKULL CRUSHING FINALE!!!. . . . .

Morrison can’t react and The Miz has him set up with the chair on the mat right in front of them. The boos ring out but they can’t stop The Miz nailing the SKULL CRUSHING FINALE, SENDING MORRISON FACE FIRST IN TO THE CHAIR!!!. . . . . Surely there’s no way back this time for Morrison. Miz doesn’t think so as he stares smugly in to the crowd and turns the lifeless body of John Morrison over on to his back to make the cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

2. . . . .

. . . . .

. . . . .3!


Winner: The Miz by pinfall.

Aftermath: “Awesome” plays to an absolute barrage of heat inside the Cow Palace as The Miz stands up with the most hideous smug smile you’ve ever seen. The ref barely raises his arm in the air, clearly appalled at how this unfolded, but The Miz doesn’t care. Neither does Slater as he sits up on the outside smirking at seeing his mentor grinning at the fallen John Morrison. Melina slides in the ring and goes straight over to Morrison, who starts to come round. The Miz continues laughing at the expense of Morrison and to the disgust of the Women’s Champion.

Slater picks himself back up and walks round to the ramp, and The Miz takes his leave to join him. He slaps hands with his rookie and they continue to enjoy Mr. Hollywood’s success, laughing at Morrison & Melina, and Morrison lifts his head up looking dead to the world. Slater raises his mentor’s arm in the air to more boos from the crowd at the bottom of the ramp, not that they’re bothered by the heat. They just shrug it off and carry on laughing with the disgusted Melina shaking her head in the ring.


*Cut Backstage*


There’s a tense scene in the production area as the Intercontinental Champion, Ted DiBiase Jr, ready to go for his upcoming title defence is stood with his girlfriend, ‘The Million Dollar Woman’ Maryse and his rookie, Ezekiel Jackson.


Ted DiBiase: Look, Bischoff might think he’s got it all worked out but he hasn’t. We all know I can beat Kofi whatever Bischoff, Lawler and the fans might think, and don’t worry, that’s what I’m going to do all by myself. F’get what happened on Raw, that was a fluke and it won’t happen again. I’m going out there and I’m gonna show ev’ryone I deserve to be the Intercontinental Champion.

Maryse: Not that you need it baby, but good luck.

Ezekiel Jackson: Yeah, good luck man.

Ted DiBiase: Thanks, I’ll see you both soon, and I’ll still have this title. That’s a promise.

Ted then walks away looking all determined with Maryse & Jackson looking on, both very serious and looking slightly concerned with DiBiase Jr just minutes away from his SummerSlam rematch with an angry Kofi Kingston.


*Video Recap*

SummerSlam
Last Month

WWE Intercontinental Championship
Kofi Kingston (c) w/Kelly Kelly vs. Ted DiBiase Jr w/Maryse

DiBiase’s really intense right now as he stalks Kofi again for DREAM STREET!!!. . . . . The challenger lifts both his arms in to the air in preparation, getting ready to finish Kofi and take the Intercontinental Championship. The fans again try to warn Kingston again as he gets to his knees, and Ted loses his patience. He walks up to Kofi and tries to pull him up, but Kofi fights to save his title and swings his elbow back in to the Ted’s face, knocking him back and in to the referee.

They clash and the ref falls to the canvas with DiBiase holding his head, not looking to have suffered too badly. He then turns round and sees him lying there, not out of it but barely moving. He then turns back to face Kofi, who’s unaware of what’s happened. The Intercontinental Champion gets up and turns round to connect this time with the LEG FEED ENZUIGIRI, CATCHING DIBIASE OFF GUARD!!. . . . . He shifts round to make a cover and then turns to see the drowsy referee lying on the mat with his eyes not on the action. Kingston immediately gets up and checks on the referee, looking genuinely concerned about his condition.

DiBiase lifts his head up, all starry eyed, but his eyes light up as Maryse walks round to the timekeeper’s table and grabs Kofi’s title. She then slides it in to the ring and it falls right at Ted’s body. There’s a great deal of anxiousness in the arena, and Kofi doesn’t know why. Neither does Kelly as she too is focusing on the referee. Ted comes to life and grabs the belt as he makes his way up to his knees with the title clutched to his chest. The fans are desperately trying to warn Kofi now, and as Ted gets up to his feet and gets ready to take the champ’s head off with his own title, The Million Dollar Man jumps up from the announce table and throws his headset down on the desk, surprising the hell out of Jim Ross.

DiBiase Sr gets in the ring and walks up behind his son, then spins him round, catching him totally by surprise. He screams at his dad and tells him to get out of the way, but the Hall of Famer isn’t budging and he grabs the title from his son to a big pop. Ted Jr flips out and shoves his dad, who looks completely disgusted with his son. His face gets redder by the second, and Kofi turns round to see what the hell’s going on. As he walks across, The Million Dollar Man snaps and SWINGS THE BELT AT HIS SON’S HEAD!!!. . . . . BUT WAIT, TED DUCKS AND KOFI WALKS RIGHT IN TO IT. HE’S BEEN KNOCKED OUT BY HIS OWN TITLE BELT!!!. . . . .

Boos fill the HP Pavilion as the equally stunned father and son look on with DiBiase Sr looking on in horror. He doesn’t know what he’s done and flees the ring in panic, watching on from the apron as the younger DiBiase panics too and kicks the evidence under the bottom rope before dropping to his knees and covering the champion to an absolute barrage of heat. He turns to the side and sees the referee slowly crawling across the mat, and with Kofi absolutely out of it, the ref counts his shoulders. . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3?

NO!!! Kofi somehow, someway gets his shoulder up to the total bemusement of DiBiase Jr. His father is one relieved man on the outside, and he watches on as his son sits up and stares down in shock. He then shakes his head and gets back to work, glaring down at Kofi as he begins to come round. It takes him a while, but DiBiase is seriously fired up as he stalks the champion again.

Kofi struggles to his knees and then his feet, looking very unsteady, and Ted doesn’t give him chance. The challenger walks up behind him and this time he plants Kofi with DREAM STREET!!!. . . . . That has to be all, and Kofi’s not moving at all as Ted shifts round to hook both legs with the referee, still on the mat himself crawling in to position to make the count. . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!

“Priceless” hits to an absolute bombardment of boos inside the HP Pavilion. He stands up looking so proud of himself as Maryse walks round to pick the Intercontinental title up from the arena floor that now belongs to her boyfriend. The Million Dollar Man can’t believe it and is full of guilt as he watches on from the apron as his son lifts his new shiny title aloft, much to the disapproval of the California fans. He then turns and sni-ggers in his dad’s direction, who shakes his head in utter frustration at the role he’s just played in the finish. DiBiase Jr now walks over to the ropes with Maryse following and throws the title up in the air again, still looking immensely smug.

His girlfriend is clapping behind him, and as he turns round, he gives her a gentle and brief kiss before taking her hand and escorting her to the apron by the ramp. He sits on the middle rope and allows her to leave the ring, and he follows. They walk up the ramp and turn round to see Kelly slide in the ring to check on Kofi, who tries to sit up, still looking very groggy. He clearly doesn’t know what’s going on, but The Million Dollar Man does, and he’s still feeling sorry for himself. Kofi looks up towards the new Intercontinental Champion, who lifts the title up again at the top of the ramp with Maryse grinning beside him.


***

Raw
18th August (24 Hours Later)

“Priceless. Baby I’m priceless. . .”

Ted DiBiase Jr
walks out to the stage along with Maryse, and the new Intercontinental Champion stops at the top of the stage and lifts his title up in the air to even more heat from the crowd. He just laughs at the crowd’s reaction, as does Maryse as they then walk down the ramp, both dressed smartly. Ted’s wearing trousers and a white shirt while his girlfriend dons an elegant black dress, and Ted sits down on the second rope so that she can enter the ring. He follows her in and walks across to the other side of the ring to collect a microphone, looking in the direction of his embarrassed father. He grins at his dad before turning back and heading to the middle of the ring, joining Maryse as his music grinds to a halt.

Ted DiBiase Jr:
I told you so. I told you I’d leave SummerSlam as the new Intercontinental Champion, and that’s exactly what I did.

The Intercontinental Champion & Maryse turn to the announce table and face The Million Dollar Man, who’s still clearly feeling guilty for his role in the match last night.

Ted DiBiase Jr:
How’d you feel now dad? You wanted me to earn a title all by myself and be a champion you can be proud of like Kofi Kingston. . . You knew one day I’d do the one thing you never did an’ win a world title, and right now I’m well on my way. An’ dad I’ve got t’ say, I can’t tell you how much it meant t’ me that you were there t’ see it. Well you did a bit more than that didn’t you dad? And for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I can’t thank you enough, so dad I’m standing here in front of you on this glorious night, and from the bottom of my heart, I just want t’ say, thanks.

“S O S, I hear ‘em callin’. . .”

An angry Kofi Kingston storms out in to the arena and he paces down the ramp with DiBiase Jr looking a little surprised but he’s more amused by it. As Kofi gets in the ring, DiBiase Sr (now in the ring) gets a dirty look and still looks very sorry. Kofi walks past him and demands a microphone, getting it and walking towards them and looking at them both.


The Million Dollar Man:
Kofi, I’m glad you’ve come out here. I wanted the chance t’ talk to you about last night. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, truly I am.

Kofi Kingston: Really? Am I supposed t’ just accept that?. . . How do I know you two didn’t plan all this along huh?

The Million Dollar Man: Look, I don’t blame you for being angry Kofi, I really don’t, but I. . .

Ted DiBiase Jr: . . . Hey Kofi, come on now. Do you really think that bitter waste of space wants t’ see me succeed? Get real. If he was going to screw anybody last night, it would’ve been me, an’ he tried, only I saw it coming an’ got out of the way. You on the other hand were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s all there is to it.

Kofi Kingston: What, I’m supposed t’ believe ev’ry word y’say am I?. . . I don’t trust you an’. . .

Ted DiBiase Jr: . . . The only thing you have to do Kofi is get over it. You lost the title. Move on, it’s mine now. . . So what I suggest you do is, put all the conspiracy theories t’ the side an’ forget about the Intercontinental Championship, ‘cause. . .

Kofi Kingston: . . . Hell no. Y’might ‘ave the title but y’wanna know what I got?. . . I’ve got a rematch any time I want, an’ y’know what I’m thinkin’? I’m thinkin’ why not use it right here t’night? I want my rematch AN’ I WANT IT RIGHT NOW.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Woah, hang on. I didn’t come here t’ wrestle t’night an’ I don’t even have my gear with me, so I’m sorry t’ disappoint you an’ all your fans here in California, but you’re not getting your rematch t’night.

“13”

The temporary general manager for Raw, Tazz walks out to the stage and asks Zack Ryder for his microphone, and Raw’s new host hands it over to him. Both DiBiase Jr and the hot former Intercontinental Champion turn and look up at him, as does The Million Dollar Man.


Tazz:
I’m sorry Kofi but he’s right. You won’t be gettin’ your rematch t’night. . . Y’do ‘ave a rematch clause but it ain’t up t’ you when y’wanna use it. That’s up t’ the general manager of Raw, which right now is me, an’ I ain’t exactly happy ‘bout what went down at the end o’ your match last night either. That’s why we’re gonna do this properly. . . In just under five weeks, Raw has its next exclusive pay-per-view, Unf’given. That’s when you’re gonna get your rematch Kofi, an’ like Ted said, you’ll be in a better place t’ get the title back. . . Now I don’t want a repeat of what went down at SummerSlam, so I suggest Ted, Ted Senior that is, that you don’t get involved next time. . . At Unf’given, we’ll find out who really deserves t’ be the In’ercon’ental Champion.

***

Raw
25th August

“Back in Black” by ACDC

Here he comes, Eric Bischoff strolls out to the stage to a huge pop. Wearing a very expensive black leather jacket (but not just that as that might be weird despite this not being a PG show), Raw’s Head of Authority looks in to the crowd looking very serious indeed before walking down the ramp with purpose. He picks a microphone up off the steps and enters the ring to another a big pop, but he’s not in the mood to waste any time.


Eric Bischoff:
It’s been nearly two months since I stepped foot in this ring, not that I had any say in that, but rest assured, Eric Bischoff is back. . . the time has finally come t’ break my silence on the very incident that left me unconscious and in hospital for a number of weeks. . . I was kept up t’ speed with the investigation t’ find out who was responsible, and t’ the surprise of many of you, the search came up short. It appears that the person responsible for putting me in the hospital has got away with it. . . That may be the way it seems, however that’s not exactly the case. . . See when I was asked if I had any recollection of that incident, I told the detectives that questioned me that I couldn’t remember a thing when in fact, I do. . . I know exactly who attacked me and why, and the reason I kept that t’ myself is simple. It’s so that I can get justice my way, and believe me, that’s exactly what I’m going t’ do. . . See I’m going t’ give him the chance t’ make his life slightly more comf’table because I’m going t’ give him the opportunity to come out here, admit responsibility and personally apologise t’ me. If he chooses not t’ take that chance, well whatever hell he’s thinking about right now is going t’ be nothing I assure you. . . Now I realise that you may believe there is the possibility I’m bluffing, but let me make this perfectly clear. . . I’m not. And if you don’t have the balls to come out here and admit what you did by the end of the show, I will call you out myself and make your life a living hell. That is no bluff, it’s a promise.

***

Later That Night

Out walks the smirking Eric Bischoff, not looking too bothered that his assailant hasn’t come forward as he heads down the ramp with a security team of eight men. He then steps in to the ring and collects a microphone from Lilian Garcia as his music is cut. The fans are cheering as the Head of Authority smiles in to the stands, giving off the impression that he’s only too happy to make someone’s life very difficult from this moment forward.


Eric Bischoff:
Well here we are. It appears that a certain someone has failed to take any notice of what I said earlier about making their life a living hell if they declined the chance I gave them to come forward, and from this night forward, they’re going to wish they had. . . It’s time the man responsible faced up to his actions, and now he will. . . So at this time I’d like Ted DiBiase Junior to get his sorry ass down here right now.

Bischoff looks mean as hell as he stares up at the stage, waiting for the man who supposedly is the one who attacked him almost two months back.

“Priceless, baby I’m priceless. . .”

The Intercontinental Champion, Ted DiBiase Jr makes his way out to the stage in an expensive looking shirt and trousers with the Intercontinental title draped proudly over his shoulder. Maryse is as ever by his side, and the pair of them look very coy as they walk slowly down the ramp and in to the ring. As they get there, Bischoff throws him his microphone, surprising DiBiase Jr who just about catches and holds on to it as Bischoff turns round to collect another. DiBiase watches Bischoff walk back in to the centre of the ring, and the youngster can’t help but grin as they stare at each other.


Ted DiBiase Jr:
It seems t’ me you’ve got your wires crossed. . . Now I know you’ve been through a terrible ordeal an’ all but you’re looking in the wrong direction. The detectives might’ve made out I was one of their chief suspects, and just like you they had nothing on me. There’s no proof, you’re on a fishing trip. You might’ve said you weren’t bluffing earlier on but you obviously are. So if you don’t mind boss, I’m going t’ get the hell out of this hell hole of a state with my beautiful girlfriend here, go home and relax, but good luck trying t’ find out who actually attacked you.

DiBiase turns round with the microphone in hand and walks over to the ropes, followed by Maryse.

Eric Bischoff:
So by that I assume you don’t want me to share you’re an’ your dad’s master-plan to guarantee you won the Intercontinental title at SummerSlam?

DiBiase Jr & Maryse slowly turn round and stare in shock at the smirking Bischoff. The camera then cuts to a shot of the stunned Million Dollar Man at the announce table. Bischoff turns round to face the announce desk.

Eric Bischoff:
Why don’t you come join us too dad? I think it’s best we all got this out in the open at last don’t you think?. . . You two are very clever I have t’ say. You’ve well an’ truly pulled the wool over ev’ryone’s eyes haven’t you? And the plan worked too it didn’t it? You’re standing here as the Intercontinental Champion. . . Do you still think I’m on a fishing trip? Have I got this wrong? No I haven’t have I? I’ll never f’get hearing you brag to that bimbo there about this genius plan you an’ your dad came up with to not just screw Kofi Kingston out of the Intercontinental Championship but t’ take out Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler as well, just so daddy dearest was right on hand when the time was right. . . Hey it worked perfectly, except not for the first time and surely not the last your big mouth got you in trouble. . . I have to ask; did you really think you were going t’ get away with it? How far were your prepared t’ go huh? You’d have been happy if I’d never woke up, and f’ what? A title! One title means that much t’ you? Clearly it does. You had no problem beating the crap out of me when you realised I’d heard all this did y’Ted?

Bischoff stares right at the now uncomfortable looking Intercontinental Champion.

Eric Bischoff:
Y’see folks, I had some time t’ think about it before I decided t’ confront Ted here, only when I told him what I’d heard, he didn’t think when you’re gonna wish you had, trust me. . . And that brings me to you.

Bischoff turns round to face The Million Dollar Man.

Eric Bischoff:
I can’t believe I didn’t suspect a thing when you so generously offered t’ take The King’s place after your boy attacked him. I mean you just happened t’ be there offering me your services. Well guess what? You’re not gonna be there any longer. You’ve called your last match here Ted, and like I told Regal a few moments ago, YOU’RE FIRED!. . . Gentleman if you don’t mind, I’d like you to escort this man out of the arena. Not all of you. I don’t want boy wonder here taking another shot at me.

Four of the security team get in the ring and grab hold of DiBiase Sr, who glares right at Bischoff.

Eric Bischoff:
You might think you’re untouchable just because you were brought up with ev’rything a kid could ever want an’ more, but let me remind you that isn’t home, this is Raw, my Raw where I make the rules. . . Your fate is in my hands each an’ ev’ry day, and as I said earlier on I have the power t’ make any one of my superstars a living hell. That includes you, and from now on that’s what life is going t’ be like f’ you.

***

Raw
1st September


WWE Intercontinental Championship
Steel Cage Match
The Big Show w/Justin Gabriel vs. Ted DiBiase Jr © w/Maryse

Just as the bell rang and Show stepped towards the defending champion, “No Chance in Hell” played to a barrage of heat from the Michigan crowd. The Big Show immediately turned round and saw The Corporation making their way out to the stage, much to the amusement of the smug DiBiase. It looked as if DiBiase knew something about it, but Show certainly didn’t, and neither did the confused Justin Gabriel who was watching from his mentor’s corner as J.B.L., Vince & Shane McMahon, all looking very serious, walked down the ramp.

Show’s eyes were locked on them, allowing DiBiase to climb the cage, but then Show did notice as the crowd made it clear something else was going on. He then went after DiBiase with Maryse worrying ever so slightly on the outside, just as The Corporation got to the ring and demanded the key to the cage door from the panicking referee. Gabriel didn’t know what to do initially and then decided to make a stand and help his mentor while the irate Vince snapped and hammered the referee down to the floor before picking up the key.

On the inside, Show dragged DiBiase off the cage and down to the mat, just as Gabriel ran round in to a big boot from JBL and Vince opened the cage door. Show turned round and saw Gabriel hit the floor, and then Vince ordered JBL & Shane in to the ring. Show raised both his fists and prepared for the fight as Vince’s sons entered the ring and rolled their sleeves up after throwing their jackets down to the mat. They then charged at Show together and attacked him with right hands, but Show fought back and gave as good as he got, first sending Shane down and then JBL.

As Shane got back up, Show scoop slammed him back down and DiBiase began crawling towards the cage door with Maryse getting excited on the outside. Vince was looking worried, and with both his sons on the deck, Show turned the attention back to his opponent and grabbed him by the feet. The panic was there for all to see on the face of DiBiase, but Show didn’t count on JBL crawling up behind him on his knees and low blowing him.

The giant fell to his knees and then forward on to his front as DiBiase crawled away and to the door with Vince grinning sadistically on the outside. Maryse ran round to the door and shouted at her boyfriend to escape, and he did just that with ease to an absolute ton of heat from the crowd. He grinned as his feet hit the floor and shook hands with Vince before going to pick up his Intercontinental Championship. He threw the title over his shoulder and headed up the ramp with Maryse and didn’t look back.


***

Later That Night

The Intercontinental Champion, Ted DiBiase Jr is walking smugly through the back with Maryse holding his title belt, but as he turns a corner, he’s met by a waiting Kofi Kingston. The former champion stares at the shocked DiBiase and shoves him up against the wall. Maryse tries to pull Kofi away but he’s having none of it and turns his head to give her a chilling stare of a warning. She’s worried too as Kofi turns round and glares right in to his bitter rival’s eyes.


Kofi Kingston:
Listen up you two faced son of a bitch. I’m gonna make you pay f’ screwin’ me over at SummerSlam. Y’better believe it. Y’might’ve got lucky t’night but you ain’t at Unf’given ‘cause I’m gonna take my title back. Y’know, the one y’stole from me in the first place.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Dream on Kofi. You know as well as I do that’s just not going t’ happen.

Kofi smirks and steps back, much to the amusement of DiBiase. As he steps away from the wall, Kofi drills him with a right hand, knocking him down to the floor. Maryse drops to her knees straight away as Kofi looks down intensely at him with Maryse cursing him in French. DiBiase sits up holding his cheek and stares right at Kofi who’s standing over him.

Ted DiBiase Jr:
You have no idea how much you’re gonna regret that.

Kofi Kingston: Yeah? We’ll see, but let me tell y’somethin’ champ. Bischoff should be the least o’ your worries.

***

Raw
8th September (Two Weeks Ago)

The Intercontinental Champion, Ted DiBiase Jr walks out to the stage with ‘The Million Dollar Woman’ Maryse. Both of them are dressed very well. Maryse is wearing an elegant but slightly tight black dress while her boyfriend is wearing grey trousers with a white shirt and a grey waistcoat, as well as the Intercontinental title that’s resting on his shoulder. The Million Dollar Couple look fairly serious as they walk down the ramp, not seeming to appreciate the boos that ring the whole way round the Copps Coliseum.

They look disgusted by the crowd’s reaction as they then walk up the steps and enter the ring with DiBiase picking a microphone up off the apron in the process. DiBiase walks in to the middle of the ring and is joined by Maryse as his music stops, and the heat hits them even more. The Intercontinental Champion does his best not to rise to it and stands there staring in to the stands shaking his head. It dies down and frees him to address the Canadian crowd.


Ted DiBiase Jr:
I hope you’re still laughing about that cheap shot Kofi because I assure you you won’t be laughing in two weeks. . . Kofi is nothing but a loser, and even though I don’t see what all these people see in Kelly, she deserves a whole lot better than him.

Jerry Lawler: Do you have any idea how sick I am of hearing you run your mouth? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only either.

The King climbs in the ring and gets a dirty look from Maryse, and Ted isn’t best pleased right now either as he stares at the man he put on the shelf not so long ago.

Jerry Lawler:
Y’can call Kofi Kingston a loser all y’want, but he’s twice. . . no wait, ten times the man you’ll ever be. . . I’ll tell you something else champ’. Not only is he not a loser. He’s not a coward like you either. You can stand here talking about how great you are an’ how you’re the Intercontinental Champion, but the only reason you’re holding that title is because you went running t’ your dad f’ help.

Ted DiBiase Jr: WHO ASKED YOU HUH KING? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT T’. . .

“S-O-S, I HEAR ‘EM CALLIN’. . .”

A huge cheer breaks out as Kofi Kingston charges out from behind the curtain and down the ramp, sliding in to send DiBiase & Jackson back pedalling. Kofi steps in front of Lawler and talks smack at them before picking up Lawler’s microphone. Kofi’s friend, Kelly Kelly then is shown walking down the ramp to join him in the ring.


Kofi Kingston:
WHY DON’T Y’SHOUT Y’MOUTH F’ ONCE?. . . Y’think y’tough do ya, hidin’ behind your rookie?. . . Well let me tell y’somethin’. He’s not gonna stop me just like you’re not gonna when I TAKE BACK THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE AT UNF’GIVEN.

We go back to the tron and Eric Bischoff is not looking too happy in what appears to be his office.

Eric Bischoff:
Wherever you go Ted, trouble always seems t’ follow you around. It looks like you’ve been busy though getting yourself some muscle, and I can honestly say I don’t care. . . However as long as he’s on my show, just like ev’ryone else, he’s accountable t’ me and only me. . . Now I couldn’t help but notice your statement of intent t’ do what you didn’t at SummerSlam an’ beat Kofi fair an’ square without any outside help. Well that’s exactly how you’re gonna have t’ do it because you won’t have any help this time. That includes your new rookie, your girlfriend and ev’ry single member of your family. . . In fact, I’m barring ev’ryone who doesn’t have a reason t’ be there from ringside. In fact we’re going to have a sneak preview of that later on t’night, only you won’t be the one in action. That’ll be your rookie, Ezekiel Jackson when he goes one on one with Kofi Kingston.

***

Later That Night

There’s some commotion in the back with officials running through the back towards a dressing room, and we see Kofi Kingston squirming on the floor. Ted DiBiase Jr, Ezekiel Jackson & Maryse are standing over him smirking. Eric Bischoff arrives on the scene and looks pissed to see DiBiase & Co there as the officials check on Kofi, and Bischoff looks towards them.


Eric Bischoff:
Is he okay?

Kofi’s struggling to sit up and the officials look concerned.

Official #1:
He doesn’t look good boss.

Bischoff turns to the smug DiBiase.

Ted DiBiase Jr:
Don’t look at us, we had nothing t’ do with this. We heard some noise an’ just stopped by t’ see what was going on.

Eric Bischoff: Really, an’ what was that? Was he attacked by wild monkeys?

Ted DiBiase Jr: You saw them too?

. . . With DiBiase gone, Bischoff looks down at the squirming Kofi and then sticks his head out of the door.

Eric Bischoff:
CAN I GET A MEDIC IN HERE PLEASE? NOW!

The Head of Authority walks back towards Kofi and kneels down as Kelly Kelly walks in to the room. She looks worried and drops to her knees right away.

Eric Bischoff:
I’ve just called a medic. We’ll find out any minute. Don’t worry, DiBiase’s gonna pay f’ this.


***

Raw
Last Week

Kofi Kingston
is getting ready for his match coming up later on, and it’s easy to see he’s not in the best of moods to say the least. He’s got a face like thunder, and it gets much worse as he sees the door to his locker room open and Kelly Kelly walk in. Kofi shakes his head as his friend walks towards him and sits down next to him. She looks very sombre tonight, and has difficulty getting Kofi’s attention.

Kelly Kelly:
Hey, how you doin’ Kofi? Are you okay?

The former Intercontinental Champion leans forward and laces up his boots, clearly trying to avoid a conversation with Kelly.

Kelly Kelly:
Kofi, we need t’ talk. Please listen to what I have t’ say.

Kofi Kingston: . . . Kelly look. I’ve got a big match t’night an’ a bigger one on Sunday. The last thing I care about right now is this.

Kelly Kelly: I thought we were friends Kofi, and you knew that was all we could be.

Kofi Kingston: . . . I ain’t hurt Kel’, I’ve just got a whole lot more important stuff t’ deal with now than you an’ Zack whatever his name is. . . I got screwed out o’ the Intercontinental title at SummerSlam an’ I’ve got a shot at gettin’ it back in less than a week. Whatever y’do Kel’ is your business. I ain’t got time f’ this right now, y’got that?

Kelly Kelly: I got it. I’m sorry Kofi. I’m sorry things have turned out like this but I think it’s for the best if we don’t hang out anymore.

Kofi Kingston: Whatever.

Kelly stands up looking sad with Kofi blanking her and going back to lacing up his boots. Kelly walks out of the room and Kofi looks up, not happy at all. He pulls his untied boot off his left foot and throws it in to the wall with the camera zooming in on him before fading out.

***

Later That Night

Kofi Kingston, Matt Hardy, Gregory Helms & Shannon Moore
vs. Ted DiBiase Jr, Cody Rhodes, Joe Hennig & Ezekiel Jackson w/Maryse & The Bella Twins

Ted made a cover but somehow the battle scarred Kofi kicked out before the ref could count to three. The Intercontinental Champion surprisingly took it on the chin and stood back up, shifting behind the squirming Kingston, stalking him seemingly for Dream Street when just like last week during Zack Ryder’s match with Mystico, a gong hit and the lights went out to a deafening pop. The lights were off for a few seconds, and when they came back on, there was no sign of The Undertaker, also just like last week. It was met by boos and confusion by DiBiase, who took a good long round. With his eye off the ball, he didn’t see Kofi getting back up.

And as he turned back to face Kofi, the African nailed him with the Trouble in Paradise to a big pop. Everyone else was still shocked and didn’t react quick enough to stop Kofi making the cover and the ref counting to three. Hennig, Rhodes & Jackson looked on in shock and anger as Kofi stood up and got his arm raised, staring down with intent at the man he’ll challenge this Sunday in a SummerSlam rematch. Matt, Helms & Moore joined him in the ring and congratulated him, winding up Rhodes & Hennig, but Kofi’s attention was firmly on the groggy & irate DiBiase who sat up staring at him with Kofi staring right back.


*Cut to the Arena*



*Match #5*



WWE Intercontinental Championship
Kofi Kingston vs. Ted DiBiase Jr ©

Last 10+ Minutes:
Kofi makes his way back up, on top of DiBiase who struggles back up to his feet. Kofi’s extremely focused and uses his feet to batter the champion with a series of stiff kicks to the stomach, hurting DiBiase Jr who has no answer and falls down on to one knee. Kofi’s been fired up from the start, more so than usual, and he turns back to run the ropes. DiBiase shoots up though as Kofi comes running back, right in to a FALLING CLOTHESLINE!. . . . .

Ted Jr’s still smarting as he gets up on his knees, just staring down intensely at Kofi. The challenger’s looking sore after the clothesline but he’s fighting on, picking himself back up with Ted doing the same. The champ’s up first and he’s right on Kofi, stomping him in the gut and pulling his head under his arm. DiBiase doesn’t waste any time and lifts Kofi vertically up in to the air, falls back in to the mat for a suplex.

Kofi’s back hits the mat hard and Ted sits up not looking satisfied. He stands up with the bit between his teeth and walks towards the corner with Kingston squirming uncomfortably. DiBiase turns round and pulls himself up on to the second rope, takes a quick dirty look at Kofi and jumps off, down on to Kofi’s chest with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!. . . . . Kofi sits up and screams out, but Ted dives down on top of him to make a quick cover. . . . .

1. . . . .

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Kofi kicks out, but Ted doesn’t look too surprised and goes right back to work. His eyes are firmly fixed on Kofi as he rolls on to his side, still hurting. Kofi’s resilient though and fights through the pain to try and get back up. DiBiase’s got a plan and shifts behind him, and as Kofi makes it up to his feet, the champion ducks down and sticks his head between Kofi’s legs.

He stands up with Kingston up on his shoulders and then sits down, throwing Kofi forward and sending him crashing in to the mat with the ELECTRIC CHAIR!!. . . . . Kofi lands right on his face & chest and DiBiase stares down at his lifeless opponent. The champ looks a lot calmer, seeming confident it’s over and he slowly crawls forward, turns the dead weight of Kofi’s body over and covers him with the ref dropping down to his knees to make the count. . . . .

1. . . . .

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NO! Kofi just about gets his shoulder up, pissing Ted Jr off. He leans back, not happy and jumps on top of Kofi’s chest. He grabs him by the head and pulls it up off the mat to nail him with a succession of right hands to the skull. The ref steps in and gives him a warning, but Ted is fuming. He’s solely focused on Kofi and stands up, bringing the defenceless African up with him.

He whips the challenger in to the ropes, and Kofi has no answer as he comes flying back in to a FLAPJACK!!. . . . . Kofi’s head is sent crashing in to the canvas again, and instead of going for a cover, the Intercontinental Champion hops up to his feet. DiBiase’s got his game face on as he makes his way to the corner and pulls himself up to the second rope again.

He turns round and stares with contempt at his out of it opponent, face down on the mat and not moving. Ted Jr jumps off the ropes and drives his fist in to the back of his rival’s head, inflicting yet more damage on his opponent. Kofi’s still not moving and DiBiase rolls him over on to his back, leans forward and hooks Kofi’s legs for a cover. . . . .

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No, shoulder up from Kofi! Ted sits up and looks up in frustration as Kofi opens his eyes and tries to lift his head up. DiBiase shakes his head and stands back up, not rushing with Kofi slowly trying to get back up too. Kofi’s clearly hurt as he claws his way up with DiBiase heading to the apron once again.

Ted Jr climbs all the way up to the top rope, waiting desperately for Kofi to get back up, and as he does, the Intercontinental Champion jumps off. He comes down for a double axe handle but Kofi kicks him in the gut, shifts round, acting quickly and S.O.S!! . . . . .

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Ted kicks out and both men make their way back up as quickly as they can. DiBiase kicks Kofi in the chest, but the challenger grabs his boot and spins him round, then kicks him in the gut. Ted Jr slumps forward and Kofi turns round, runs in to the ropes and springboards for a REVERSE ELBOW SMASH!!. . . . . Both men hit the deck to a pop, and it’s Kofi who’s up first.

Ted’s not far behind him and turns round in to a standing dropkick from the African Sensation. The fans are cheering as Kofi gets some momentum going. The rattled DiBiase picks himself back up with Kofi beating him up. The challenger whips him hard in to the corner and runs in at him straight away, jumping up to the second rope. He hammers away at his rival with a series of right hands, and the fans are cheering & counting along, all the way to ten.

He jumps back down and monkey flips the champion out of the corner, and DiBiase lands hard on the mat. Kofi’s feeling it now and hits the ropes at speed, comes back and drops both legs on Ted’s chest with the BOOM DROP!!. . . . . The fans are getting even louder as Kofi shimmies round and covers DiBiase with the fans counting too along with the referee. . . . .

1. . . . .

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No! DiBiase kicks out, but Kofi shakes off the disappointment in a flash. He jumps up to his feet and runs to the apron. Ted makes his way back up as Kofi hops up to the top rope, waiting for Ted to turn his way. Kofi gets what he wants and dives off, landing on DiBiase’s chest for a HIGH ANGLE CROSS BODY!. . . . . The champion falls back with Kofi on top of him, holding on for the cover. . . . .

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DiBiase kicks out, disappointing the sighing crowd. Kofi’s not letting it get to him and makes his way back up with DiBiase rolling towards the ropes. Ted Jr uses the ropes to get back up, and as he turns round, the challenger runs at him and sends him down to the floor below with a thunderous clothesline. There’s a huge cheer going round the Cow Palace as the fired up Kofi gets the crowd going, throwing his fist in the air, watching DiBiase crawl around on all fours.

He makes it back to the apron and tries to climb on to it. He grabs the second rope but doesn’t count on Kofi running at him and hitting him with a rope aided sit down dropkick to the chest, and DiBiase hits the floor again to another big pop. Kofi sits there on the mat smiling at the sight of DiBiase scrambling around on the floor. The fans in the front row in front of DiBiase stand up and taunt him as he tries to get back up.

Kofi stands back up and watches Ted fight the ref’s count, and as it gets to eight, DiBiase desperately throws himself on to the apron and under the bottom rope to break the count. Kofi urges him to get back up, and he does with Kofi instantly turning back in to the ropes. DiBiase walks away from the ropes and ducks an oncoming jumping clothesline from Kofi.

The challenger manages to land on his feet and stop himself from falling. Both men turn round right away and KOFI STRIKES FIRST WITH A LEG FEED ENZUIGIRI!!!. . . . . Cheers break out in the stands as DiBiase falls forward and Kofi scurries forward, turns DiBiase over on to his back to make a cover. . . . .

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NO!

The Intercontinental Champion keeps his title reign going, for maybe just a matter of minutes. For the first time, Kofi looks disappointed. He leans back and runs his hands over his head as DiBiase lifts his head up looking all over place. Grudgingly, Kofi gets back up and kneels down to pull the dazed champion up to his feet, then whips him in to the corner.

DiBiase hits the pads back first and Kofi takes a second before running at him and in to a raised boot from DiBiase. It sends Kofi staggering out of the corner and DiBiase runs out in to the ropes, runs back at Kofi, and the challenger fights back with a JUMPING HEEL KICK!!. . . . . Both men hit the mat and Kofi makes his way up to his feet again. He walks the short distance in to the corner and steps through the ropes with DiBiase sitting up.

Kofi climbs up on to the top rope, and DiBiase sees him and panics. He throws himself forward, diving on to the ropes with the shell shocked Kofi falling in to a seated position on the top rope. DiBiase gets his breath back with a relieved smug look on his face as he looks at the crowd. He picks himself back up and pulls Kofi’s head down, setting him up for a ROPE HUNG STUNNER!!!. . . . . Kofi’s in dangerous territory and can’t defend himself.

DiBiase composes himself and then hits it, DRILLING KOFI’S HEAD DOWN IN TO THE CANVAS!!!. . . . . The challenger’s lights are completely wiped out and DiBiase could be on the brink of victory. Ted Jr wastes no time in scurrying round to drag Kofi away from the ropes and turn him over so he can hook his leg for a cover. . . . .

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. . . . . 3?

NO! Kofi gets his shoulder up, setting off a big pop in the stands, much to the shock & anger of the defending champion. DiBiase bangs his fist against the canvas in absolute frustration. The Intercontinental Champion looks around in bewilderment. He doesn’t seem to know what he has to do to put him away, and the anger grows as he sees Kofi coming round, trying to move around. DiBiase stares down angrily at him yet again and stands up, beginning to stalk him for what would appear to be Dream Street, but Kofi looks like he could already be on Dream Street.

His eyes are all over the place as he tries to make it up to his knees, not knowing that Ted is behind him, and DiBiase is chomping at the bit, getting ready to finish the job. He’s desperate for Kofi to get up, and with the crowd trying to warn him, Kofi makes it back up but doesn’t have time to steady himself. DiBiase pounces on him immediately, grabbing him in to place for DREAM STREET!!!. . . . . The fans are panicking like mad, and so is Kofi. He knows he’s in danger and fights it, forcing Ted back in to the pads.

The hold’s broken and the fans cheer as Kofi steps out of the corner, still in a bad way. He takes a couple of seconds to compose himself before turning round, and the rattled champion staggers out with Kofi jumping in to the air, TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!!. . . . . NO! TED DUCKS IT AND KOFI HITS THE DECK!!. . . . . TED REACTS QUICKLY THOUGH TO ROLL KOFI UP AND RESTS BOTH HIS FEET ON THE ROPE FOR LEVERAGE AS THE REF MAKES THE COUNT. . . . .

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. . . . . 3?

Kofi kicks out, forcing Ted off him. Both men pick themselves up as quickly as they can looking so determined. Ted thinks he has the upper hand and whips Kofi in to the ropes, but the challenger reverses it and sends DiBiase in to them. The champion hits them and holds on to the top rope, much to Kofi’s displeasure. He doesn’t hang around and runs right at his rival, and Ted strikes, turning to the side and lifting his elbow up in to Kofi’s face.

The challenger is sent staggering away, bringing a wry smile to the face of the champion. Kofi turns back round slightly dazed, and DiBiase charges at him, BUT KOFI COUNTERS, HITTING THE TROUBLE IN PARADISE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!. . . . . DiBiase falls to the mat and rolls to the side with the crowd cheering as Kofi looks to take advantage, scurrying across on his hands & knees to make the cover. . . . .

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. . . . . 3?

FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!. . . . . DiBiase survives and Kofi can’t believe it. He sits up and sees the foot staring him in the face, but he reacts quickly to pull Ted away from the ropes and cover him again, hooking both legs this time. . . . .

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NO! DiBiase gets his shoulder up, and the disappointment is there for all to see on the face of Kingston. He sits up again and hits the canvas himself this time as DiBiase turns himself over on to his side. The groggy champion crawls towards the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Kofi follows him, but DiBiase swings his elbow back in to his head again and slips behind him in a flash, lifting him up on to his shoulder for a side suplex. WAIT! KOFI FLIPS BACK AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! DIBIASE CAN’T BELIEVE IT AND TURNS ROUND, RIGHT IN TO AN INSIDE CRADLE!!! . . . . .

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Kick out by the champion. Both men hurry back up to their feet and DiBiase turns round with Kofi going for the TROUBLE IN PARADISE AGAIN!!!. . . . . TED DUCKS IT AND KOFI HITS THE DECK!!!. . . . . DIBIASE’S EYES LIGHT UP AND HE SHIFTS BEHIND KOFI AS THE CHALLENGER TRIES TO GET BACK UP!. . . . . KOFI’S IN TROUBLE HIMSELF AND DIBIASE GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND. . . . . DREAM STREET!!!. . . . . HE HITS IT. . . . . KOFI’S OUT OF IT AND THE DESPERATE CHAMPION TURNS HIM OVER TO MAKE THE COVER. . . . .

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YES! IT’S OVER! DIBIASE RETAINS!


Winner: By pinfall, and still the Intercontinental Champion, Ted DiBiase Jr.

Aftermath: “Pricesless” plays to a ton of heat as DiBiase leans back on his knees and lifts both his arms up in to the air, looking totally overjoyed with his victory. The referee goes to collect his title belt and comes back with it, and DiBiase looks so happy to see it. He’s handed it and lifts it in to the air proudly while getting his other arm raised by the ref. The fans continue to boo him, but it doesn’t bother the delighted champion one bit.

He walks over to the ropes and lifts the title up in the air one more time, looking very pleased with himself as Kofi comes round behind him. DiBiase turns round and drops the title on to his shoulder, then takes a look at his beaten opponent with a big smile on his face. He then walks over to the ropes facing the ramp and takes his leave, walking up the ramp to the stage.

He turns round and poses with his title again, smirking at Kofi who’s now sitting up in the ring, not looking too happy at all. He drives his fist in to the mat twice and stares back at the proud champion, and Ted gets a kick out of seeing Kofi pissed like that. He smirks back at him and turns round to walk to the back leaving the defeated & frustrated Kofi in the ring all by himself.


*Cut Backstage*


The smoking hot Leticia Cline is standing by at the interview set.


Leticia Cline: Joining me at this time is the number one contender for the W-W-E Championship, Randy Orton.

The camera zooms out so we can see Randy Orton and his rookie, Darren Young stood alongside Leticia. The Viper is very focused, and his rookie is also looking very serious tonight too.

Leticia Cline: Randy, thanks for joining me. Later on t’night as we all know, you will be taking on Batista for the W-W-E title. How are you feeling about your chances of leaving Unf’given as the new W-W-E Champion?

Randy Orton: I’ve been feeling confident ever since I became the last man standing in the battle royal to get this opportunity I’ve worked for ever since the title that should still be mine was taken away from me. T’night it’s one on one, man t’ man, and Monday night I showed that it when it comes down to it, I’ve got Batista’s number. All I need is that one second to beat Batista like I proved when I caught him with the R-K-O, just like I will t’night. Not only will I do that, I’m gonna take Batista out t’night, just like I took out Triple H two weeks ago, and finally I will finally finish the job I set out to after WrestleMania, to take back my W-W-E Championship. There’s nothing Batista or anyone else for that matter can do about it. I will walk out of this building as the new W-W-E Champion.

Orton stares in to the camera, meaning every word he’s just said with the cameraman zooming in on his face.


*Video Recap*

SummerSlam
Last Month


WWE Championship
Elimination Chamber Match
Batista (c) vs. John Cena vs. Rey Mysterio vs. Randy Orton
vs. The Big Show vs. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield w/Vince & Shane McMahon

JBL gets back up too and walks across the ring with a real mean look on his face. He slaps Show on the shoulder and gives him some more instructions, gesturing with his right hand, seemingly calling for him to drill Rey. JBL ushers Show back and drags the struggling and battered Rey back up to his feet. He holds on to him as Show gets ready to knock him out. The fans are concerned, and so are Cena & Batista.

JBL gets him up and Show’s composure disappears as he runs at Rey and swings his huge closed fist, but Rey ducks and Show drills JBL with the KNOCK OUT PUNCH!!!. . . . . The fans cheer and the lights go out as the spotlight flashes between the pods with Show in shock, as are Vince & Shane. The looming arrival of the next entrant takes Show’s attention away as the light stops on Cena’s pod, and he urges the ref to open the door, and he does. As the lights come back on with Show staring at Cena, Rey shimmies round on the mat and covers JBL. . . . . 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!

JBL has been eliminated!

Show turns round in shock as Cena races through the ropes. Show holds his head in his hands, but Cena takes him by surprise him, spinning him round and lifting him off the mat and on to his shoulders. The fans are going nuts as Cena then sends him crashing down to the mat with the F U!!!. . . . . Cena drops to the mat and covers the big man with the fans counting along with the referee as he counts the giant’s shoulders. . . . . 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!

The Big Show has been eliminated!

Vince & Shane watch on with disgust, shaking their heads as Cena stands back up with Mysterio still a little groggy as he sits up and sees Cena. Show comes round, as does JBL. They sit up and look towards each other with Layfield steaming and Show looking very uneasy. Cena seems to be getting a kick out of it as both men get to their feet, and so does Rey, using the ropes and leaning against them as the livid JBL walks towards Show and gets right in his face. The giant tries to explain and apologise, but JBL doesn’t want to hear it. The referee steps between them and tries to break them up and get them to leave the chamber, but they’re not budging and JBL shoves Show.

The big man thinks about it and lets it go, looking to the side as JBL then shoves him again, and now Show reacts, snapping and shoving JBL down on to his back and on to the mat. The fans cheer and Show stares down at him, not sure how to react. He then looks at both Shane & Vince who are fuming outside the steel structure. He then turns round and leaves the chamber, stomping up the apron with an irate JBL staring right through him. Show doesn’t look back as JBL then gets up and leaves the ring too as he’s instructed to by the referee.


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Raw
18th August (24 Hours Later)


The Main Event
Battle Royal
Number One Contendership Match for the WWE Championship at Unforgiven

As Show was looking down at Matt on the floor, JBL stepped back and then tried to lift Show’s feet off the mat and over the ropes, not that it worked. Show swung his arm back and glared right at JBL, who pleaded for mercy before trying to joke about it. Show was furious and knocked him out with his huge right hand before dragging him up and tossing him out. Vince & Shane were seething on the outside, but as Show glared down at him, Cena managed to do what JBL couldn’t and lifted him off his feet and down to the floor. As the two Corporation members stood up on the outside, they went at it with Vince & Shane failing to separate them as they fought to the back.

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Raw
25th August

A deadly serious Vince McMahon makes his way through the curtain and out to the stage, followed by his two sons, Shane McMahon & John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield. They’re not in a great mood tonight either, and they don’t take the boos that well either. All three men stare angrily in to the crowd as they take their time walking down the ramp before heading in to the ring with Vince going to get a microphone from Lilian Garcia. Shane & JBL continue to stare at the booing crowd as Vince then walks back to join them in the middle of the ring, and the music comes to a standstill.


Vince McMahon:
Had it not been for that giant liability, the W-W-E Championship would be where it should be, in the hands of The Corporation. At SummerSlam he was a walking disaster. He was solely responsible for The Corporation walking away empty handed from the elimination chamber, all because he’s a big, clumsy, useless failure. . . He brought ridicule to my name, something that I will not accept under any circumstances. Never in my life have I been a failure, and neither have my sons. We’ve never accepted failure and we never will. That is why I took the decision to get rid of The Big Show so that we can regain the reputation the McMahons have upheld for years an’ years. . . We don’t need The Big Show and we never did. The only people we can rely on is each other, and from this day forward. . .

“Crank It Up”

The Corporation members turn to look up at the stage as The Big Show walks out and glares down at them. Their eyes are locked on the seven-footer as he slowly makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, picking up a microphone up off the steps in the process. He enters the ring and the tension is there for all to see.


Vince McMahon:
What the hell do you think you’re doing huh? Who do you think you are to interrupt me?

The Big Show: What am I doing out here?. . . Hmm. Well Vince I’m out here to set the record straight. . . I admit I made a mistake at SummerSlam when I accidentally knocked J-B-L out, but I’ve got t’ say I wasn’t sorry. I’d been dying to that f’ weeks. . . I’ve waited a long time t’ do that John. Do you have any idea how annoying you are?

JBL: . . . ANNOYING? BECAUSE OF YOU I’M NOT THE W-W-E CHAMPION. THAT’S WHAT I CALL ANNOYING YOU OVERGROWN BUFFOON.

Show smirks, firing JBL up even more.

JBL:
How dare you laugh at me. How dare you laugh at me after ev’rything you’ve done t’ me and my family. We brought you back t’ this company, gave you a second chance and you threw it back in our face. Then after all that you have the nerve to come out here and make jokes about our family, the family that made this business what it is t’day. . . You more than anyone should know that you shouldn’t cross us. You know that sooner or later you will have to face the consequences, the consequences of damaging the McMahon family name. . .

The Big Show: . . . Is that supposed t’ scare me? Do I look scared t’ you?. . . You wanna talk about jokes John? Well there’s no bigger joke than you. . . You’re all mouth. You’re a coward. You get other people t’ do your dirty work for you, just like your dad. You’re all gutless.

JBL shakes his head and turns round momentarily to look at Vince & Shane but quickly turns back and throws a wild right at Show. The giant grabs his hand and laughs at him, then nails him with a right hand, sending him down to the mat. Shane then charges at him and Show grabs him before headbutting him, putting Shane on the mat too, leaving Show & Vince the only ones standing up in the ring. The crowd cheer like crazy as Show walks slowly towards the panic stricken head of The Corporation.

Show smiles and then grabs him around the throat for a chokeslam, getting the crowd going even more. Vince is scared to death as Show prepares to lift him off his feet, but he doesn’t get the chance as JBL gets up behind Show and clubs him across the back. Vince is freed and takes some deep breaths as both he & Shane watch on as JBL urges Show to get back up, and he does just that.

JBL runs the ropes and comes back looking to hit the Clothesline from Hell, but Show ducks his head as JBL puts the brakes on and turns round in a hurry. Show grabs him around the throat and chokeslams him down in to the canvas to a big cheer and to the shock of Vince & Shane. They quickly slip out of the ring as “Crank it Up” hits with The Big Show glancing intensely at both Vince & Shane, who look both very concerned and angry with JBL laid out in the ring.


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Raw
1st September


WWE Intercontinental Championship
Steel Cage Match
The Big Show w/Justin Gabriel vs. Ted DiBiase Jr © w/Maryse

Just as the bell rang and Show stepped towards the defending champion, “No Chance in Hell” played to a barrage of heat from the Michigan crowd. The Big Show immediately turned round and saw The Corporation making their way out to the stage, much to the amusement of the smug DiBiase. It looked as if DiBiase knew something about it, but Show certainly didn’t, and neither did the confused Justin Gabriel who was watching from his mentor’s corner as J.B.L., Vince & Shane McMahon, all looking very serious, walked down the ramp.

Show’s eyes were locked on them, allowing DiBiase to climb the cage, but then Show did notice as the crowd made it clear something else was going on. He then went after DiBiase with Maryse worrying ever so slightly on the outside, just as The Corporation got to the ring and demanded the key to the cage door from the panicking referee. Gabriel didn’t know what to do initially and then decided to make a stand and help his mentor while the irate Vince snapped and hammered the referee down to the floor before picking up the key.

On the inside, Show dragged DiBiase off the cage and down to the mat, just as Gabriel ran round in to a big boot from JBL and Vince opened the cage door. Show turned round and saw Gabriel hit the floor, and then Vince ordered JBL & Shane in to the ring. Show raised both his fists and prepared for the fight as Vince’s sons entered the ring and rolled their sleeves up after throwing their jackets down to the mat. They then charged at Show together and attacked him with right hands, but Show fought back and gave as good as he got, first sending Shane down and then JBL.

As Shane got back up, Show scoop slammed him back down and DiBiase began crawling towards the cage door with Maryse getting excited on the outside. Vince was looking worried, and with both his sons on the deck, Show turned the attention back to his opponent and grabbed him by the feet. The panic was there for all to see on the face of DiBiase, but Show didn’t count on JBL crawling up behind him on his knees and low blowing him. The giant fell to his knees and then forward on to his front as DiBiase crawled away and to the door with Vince grinning sadistically on the outside.

Maryse ran round to the door and shouted at her boyfriend to escape, and he did just that with ease to an absolute ton of heat from the crowd. He grinned as his feet hit the floor and shook hands with Vince before going to pick up his Intercontinental Championship. He threw the title over his shoulder and headed up the ramp with Maryse and didn’t look back as JBL & Shane stood up and watched Show squirm while a shaken Gabriel sat up on the floor. Show then started to stir, and as he did so, Gabriel pushed his way past Vince, who wasn’t looking at him.

Show’s rookie dived in under the ropes and went flying at Shane, knocking him down from behind before going at JBL. They exchanged blows and Gabriel fired him back in to the ropes, but as he tried for an irish whip, JBL reversed it and once again caught him with a big boot. The angry Texan stared down with nothing but contempt at Gabriel, and then dragged him back up, setting him up for the Last Call, and he hit it, just as Show was getting back up to his knees with the salivating Vince watching on. Shane too was back up and JBL nodded at him, then stepped back.

Layfield then wound his right arm up and hit the ropes before connecting with a Clothesline from Hell. It knocked Show off balance, astounding JBL who panicked and hit the ropes again to hit him with a second Clothesline from Hell, and this time it sent the big man down. Both Shane & JBL dragged his almost dead weight body in to the corner and sat him up against the pads, and Shane left the cage to have a look under the apron where he pulled out a trash can. Vince was loving what he was seeing as Shane got back inside and set it up in position in between the ropes.

Shane-O-Mac then hit the adjacent corner and scaled the dizzy heights of the top rope with the fans booing, then he took the giant leap to hit the Coast to Coast. It was met by more boos as you would expect, as well as an applause from his father, who went to Lilian Garcia and took her microphone. He then joined his sons and the motionless Show & Gabriel, and all three members of The Corporation were smiling and admiring their work, but Vince’s was more sadistic.

Vince McMahon: I’ve put up with this ridiculous situation long enough. This is my company DAMNIT and I’m sick of being told what t’ do on my own show, so I’m making a decision right here right now. . . At Unf’given Show, you’re going t’ be in action, against me, VINCENT KENNEDY MCMAHON. . . and both my sons, Shane an’ J-B-L in a handicap match. And I promise, this is nothing compared t’ what we’ll do t’ you an’ this snot nosed punk if he gets in our way again.

***

Raw
8th September (Two Weeks Ago)

The Corporation
walk out to the stage, all smirking and revelling in the boos being thrown in their direction. Vince McMahon and both his sons, Shane & John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield make their way down the ramp, chuckling at the fans in the process.

Vince McMahon: When I said last Monday night that I am sick an’ tired of being told what t’ do on my own show, I wasn’t joking. This is my creation and it’s farcical that my hands have been tied as far as running this show is concerned. That’s why I said last week that I’m taking the power back and that at Unf’given, we as a unit, The Corporation will take on the world’s largest athlete in a handicap match.

“Back in Black”

A big pop breaks out as Eric Bischoff, Raw’s Head of Authority walks out to the stage with a microphone in his possession. He’s looking fairly relaxed, and the same can’t be said for The Corporation now as they turn and look up at him.


Eric Bischoff:
Vince, technically it is your show. However as far as the decisions are made, it’s my show. . . Now as far as this match you’ve decided you’re going to be in at Unf’given against The Big Show, I’m the one who makes the final decision on whether I feel that’s appropriate or not. I’m sure when you were running Raw with your own agenda, a three on one handicap match sounded like a good idea didn’t it? That’s exactly why I’m the sole authority figure now, and let me make this clear for you Vince. You will not be facing The Big Show in a three on one handicap match at Unf’given.

“Crank It Up”

A big pop breaks out as The Big Show and his rookie Justin Gabriel join Bischoff on the stage. Both are dressed casually and Show has a microphone, but neither of them appears to be in the best of moods after what went down last week. They stare down at The Corporation and Show casually shakes hands with Bischoff.


The Big Show:
Y’know after last week, the thought of a handicap match at Unf’given sounds pretty good. . . Eric, if you don’t mind, I’d like to accept their challenge of a handicap match at Unf’given. . . Oh before I f’got t’ say that when I said I’m okay with a handicap match, I mean a three on two handicap match with my rookie, Justin Gabriel as my partner.

Eric Bischoff: I guess that’s fair. Now it’s official. In less than two weeks at Unf’given it’s going t’ be Vince an’ Shane McMahon and John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield taking on Justin Gabriel an’ The Big Show in a handicap match. . . As far as Unf’given’s concerned, we’re all set. The same can’t be said f’ t’night, well until now. . . Later on in our main event we’re going to have ourselves a sneak preview of Unf’given, because right here live on Raw t’night it’s going t’ be The Big Show going one on one with. . . John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield.

Show smiles, but there’s no smiling going on in the ring from The Corporation. Gabriel though turns to Show and asks for the microphone.

Justin Gabriel:
Show I know how much you want t’ get your hands on J-B-L but I’d really like the chance to take your place and face him myself t’night. . . They didn’t just attack you last week, they attacked me too. This is a big chance for me and if we’re going t’ be partners at Unf’given, I could do with some experience like they said. What d’ y’think?

The Big Show (No microphone): You’re sure about this?

Justin Gabriel: Definitely.

Eric Bischoff: I think that’s a great idea. You’re on. It’ll be Justin Gabriel an’ J-B-L one on one HERE T’NIGHT. . . However there’s a catch. I’m gonna make this a bit more int’resting for ev’ryone. I’m gonna raise the stakes a little. . . See John if you win t’night, next week The Big Show will have t’ run the gauntlet against each member of The Corporation. . . On the other hand if you lose, next week will see The Big Show going one on one with Vince McMahon.

“Crank It Up” plays to a pop with The Corporation not looking as confident again in the ring while Show & Gabriel stare down at them smiling, as does Bischoff.

***

Later That Night

Justin Gabriel w/The Big Show vs. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield w/Vince & Shane McMahon

JBL had stolen the ascendency, but once again Gabriel hung on to fight another day by getting his shoulder up at the count of two. JBL was fuming and the ref was concerned for Gabriel, and went to check on the rookie as he tried to make it back up. There was no concern for him from JBL or the rest of The Corporation though as Layfield sized his opponent up. Looking unsteady as he stood back up, Gabriel turned round to see JBL charging at him and lift his boot up to drive it down his throat, but the South African ducked in time, only for JBL to drill the referee with his massive boot instead. Layfield was stunned, as was Gabriel, but it was the youngster who reacted first to take JBL down with an STO.

Vince panicked and gave Shane an order, resulting in Shane-O-Mac throwing himself under the bottom rope and in to the ring. Show was stunned and warned Gabriel right away, who turned round in to a falling clothesline. Show was fuming and joined in the action, not pleasing Shane one bit. He tried begging for mercy, but he didn’t get any and Show grabbed him for a chokeslam. He took his time and was waiting for the crowd’s reaction, while at the same time, JBL was getting back up just to the side of him. Show saw him moving and shoved Shane down to the canvas, then nailed Layfield with the knockout punch to a big pop, just as Gabriel was sitting up.

Shane stood up by the ropes and was quickly clotheslined over the top by the seven foot plus giant, who then turned round and dragged Show closer to the corner. He then looked right at Gabriel and instructed him to go to the top rope, nodding his head at his rookie. Vince was big time worried as he watched from the outside as Gabriel made his way up to the dizzy heights of the top rope with JBL lying helplessly several feet beneath him. The crowd were cheering as Gabriel looked in to the stands and Show tried to shake the ref to life. Gabriel then jumped up in to the air and connected with a 450 splash to a huge pop.

Vince was furious as he saw the referee come round and slowly crawl across to make the count, an agonising slow count that eventually made it to three to give Gabriel a huge debut victory. Show was smiling just as widely as Gabriel was as he raised his hand in front of the fuming Vince, and Shane too as he sat up on the floor with “Crank It Up” playing. Gabriel then made his way to the corner and climbed up to the second rope posing for the jubilant crowd while Show walked towards the apron and smiled down at the pissed duo of Vince & Shane as this week’s show came to a close, knowing that next week he’ll be facing Vince live on Raw.


***

Raw
Last Week


The Big Show w/Justin Gabriel vs. Vince McMahon w/J.B.L. & Shane McMahon

The seven-footer stepped forward and drove his fist in to Vince’s face, but Mr. McMahon ducked and the referee was the one to get his lights knocked out. Vince breathed a deep sigh of relief as the stunned Show looked down at the referee lying at his feet. Gabriel was shocked too, but he was even more so a couple of seconds later when his mentor turned round to see Vince drop to his knees and low blow the giant. Shane & JBL applauded their father on the outside, and with the ref down they took the chance to join him in the squared circle.

They both took their jackets off and placed them on the top rope with Gabriel now the one concerned with his mentor rolling round in agony on the mat and the entire Corporation standing over him. The rookie then decided to fight fire with fire as JBL was getting ready to strike. Gabriel slid in the ring and hammered him from side on, then unleashed a ferocious kick to the back of his ankle that sent JBL down to his knees. Vince & Shane pounced on the South African youngster, but he was gutsy and fought them both off with help from Show, who was now back on his feet. Show tossed Shane over the top rope and then kicked JBL square in the head.

Vince’s turn was next as he was grabbed around the throat and planted with a chokeslam to a huge pop from the Idaho crowd. Gabriel looked at Show with a twinkle in his eye, getting a smile out of his mentor. Gabriel then dragged Vince in to the corner and climbed up to the top rope with the fans cheering. The South African looked in to the stands with a big smile on his face before leaping up in to the sky and coming down on top of Vince with the 450 splash. The fans were going nuts as Show high fived Gabriel with a pissed JBL sitting up by the ropes. “Crank It Up” played and they threw their arms up in to the air before laughing at the sight of the fallen Chairman of the Board with JBL & Shane sat up watching, fuming at what’s happened to their father.


*Cut to the Arena*



*Match #6*



3 On 2 Handicap Match
The Big Show & Justin Gabriel vs. The Corporation

Last 10+ Minutes:
The Big Show’s in command as he drags Shane back up to his feet with total ease. Shane’s whipped hard in to the corner by the seven-foot plus giant, and Show runs in at him, levelling him with a clothesline. Shane winces in pain but Show’s not done there and tells the crowd to shush, then hits Shane with a big forehand chop to the chest. The crowd gasp, feeling Shane’s pain, but Show’s not showing any sympathy.

He grabs hold of Shane’s shirt with both hands and tosses him out of the corner, sending Shane down to the mat. Shane hits it hard and Show walks towards him, then drops his leg across Shane’s upper torso. There’s pain all over Shane-O-Mac’s face, and the giant shifts round on the canvas to cover Shane, somewhat complacently, not hooking either leg as the ref makes the count. . . . .

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Shane gets his shoulder up but he’s still in a bad way, and Show’s enjoying it. He stands up smiling with JBL & Vince looking very concerned for Shane on the apron. The big man looks over at them and steps on to Shane’s chest and over him, causing even more pain for Shane-O-Mac and more amusement for Show & Gabriel. Shane rolls around clutching his stomach and Show turns his attention back to him.

He kneels down and pulls the defenceless heir to the McMahon throne up off the mat, then lifts him up with both his hands above his head for a GORILLA PRESS SLAM!!. . . . . The fans are cheering, but Vince panics for his son and steps through the ropes. The ref sees him and immediately paces across the mat to block him off, freeing JBL to slip in to the ring unnoticed. Show doesn’t see him coming and Layfield chop blocks him in the back of knee, putting Show down.

Shane falls with him and lands awkwardly on the mat. Gabriel storms the ring and goes right for JBL as Vince steps back on to the apron. The ref turns round and steps in Gabriel’s way with JBL backing away with a smirk on his face. Layfield sees Show sitting up and drives his big boot right in to his face, and Show falls back to the mat. Gabriel desperately tries to tell the referee what’s going on, but JBL slips back to the apron unnoticed. He and his father are smiling as the battered Shane crawls across the mat to make the tag to JBL.

The self proclaimed wrestling god enters the ring looking very calm, walking towards the fallen giant and drops his elbow down across Show’s chest. JBL’s not satisfied with just one and stands back up to drop another one, and then another. He jumps right back up to his feet as Show picks himself back up, walking in to a kick to the gut and then a SWINGING NECK BREAKER!!. . . . . JBL looks to strike while the iron’s hot and scurries across on his knees to make a cover. . . . .

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Show kicks out fairly easily, not resting well with JBL. He gets right back up and pulls Show up from his knees, then tries for an irish whip, but it’s reversed by The Big Show. JBL hits the ropes and comes running back in to a SIDEWALK SLAM!!. . . . . Show takes JBL down and both men make their way back up, and JBL doesn’t look too comfortable, trying to fight on with Show jumping right on him.

He drags JBL up from his knees and positions him between his legs. The giant means business now and lifts JBL high up above his head, then back pedals towards the corner AND THROWS JBL BACK IN TO THE TURNBUCKLE PADS WITH A REVERSE THROWN POWERBOMB!!!. . . . . Even the crowd appear to have sympathy for JBL, but Show doesn’t. He drags him away from the corner by his legs, drops to his knees and makes the cover. . . . .

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No! JBL gets his shoulder up, but only just. Show sits up grudgingly but shakes off the disappointment quickly. He returns to his feet and steps away from JBL who’s writhing around on the mat. It takes him a while to get on to his knees with Show ready & waiting, getting ready to strike. He watches patiently as JBL struggles back up to his feet, turns round and walks in to Show’s clutches. The seven-footer grabs him around the throat for the CHOKESLAM!!!. . . . .

The crowd cheers as Show looks in to the stands with JBL at his mercy, but Shane flies in to the ring to save his half brother. Show sees him coming and lets go of JBL, who falls to his knees, but the ref again gets in Shane’s way. Show’s not happy though and walks towards Shane, mouthing off at him as JBL picks himself back up. Shane’s escorted back on to the apron and a disgruntled Show turns round right in to a big boot to the face from the wrestling god.

JBL looks down at the fallen giant with a look of disgust before walking in to his corner to make the tag to Shane. Vince encourages his son, and Shane opts to climb up to the top rope instead of entering the ring. Show remains on the mat after the big boot and Shane dives off, connecting with a GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!!. . . . . He hits it and shifts round on the mat as quick as he can to make a cover, hooking Show’s giant tree trunk of a right leg. . . . .

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The Big Show kicks out, and Shane doesn’t look all that surprised. Shane-O-Mac races back up to his feet and urges his opponent to do the same, and as Show somewhat sluggishly makes it back up, Shane stupidly tries to whip the world’s largest athlete in to the ropes. Show reverses it easily and ducks his head, and Shane leapfrogs him as he comes running back. Show’s surprised as he turns round in to a jab from Shane, and then another, and another, shaking the giant.

Shane-O sizes up for the big one, but Show blocks it and headbutts him down to the mat. The fans are cheering and the groggy Shane gets back up to feet with Show looking very focused. He scoop slams Shane back down and drops a big elbow down across his chest, then follows up for a cover. . . . .

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No! Shane gets his shoulder up, but he’s not looking great right now. Show makes his way back up and heads over to his corner, making the tag to his high-flying rookie, Justin Gabriel. The South African holds the top rope and jumps over it to enter the ring as Shane claws his way back up. With Vince & JBL watching on worriedly in the opposite corner, Gabriel gets ready to strike as Shane gets his balance. Shane-O turns round and is sent back down with a running clothesline from Gabriel.

Shane picks himself back up and Gabriel’s right on him again. He whips Shane in to the corner and runs in at him straight away, jumping up at him with a CROSS BODY!!. . . . . Gabriel lands on the apron and steadies himself as Shane staggers out of the corner. He turns round as the fired up rookie SPRINGBOARDS FOR ANOTHER CROSS BODY!!!. . . . . Shane falls back to the mat with Gabriel on top of him and holding on for a cover. . . . .

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Kick out from Shane. The crowd are getting right behind the South African, and Gabriel is right back up on his feet. He goes right after Shane, pulling him up to his and nailing him with a hard forearm to the face. With Shane knocked off balance, Gabriel goes for an irish whip, but Shane reverses it, sending Gabriel in to the ropes.

Shane ducks his head and Gabriel runs back with a CORKSCREW FLIP OVER SHANE!!. . . . . Shane panics and turns round to get nailed by a JUMPING HEEL KICK!!. . . . . Another pop breaks out as Gabriel drops to his knees and hooks Shane’s leg for a cover. . . . .

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Kick out from Shane! Gabriel shrugs off the initial disappointment and heads in to the corner, making his way up to the top rope with the fans cheering him on. JBL senses the danger and tries to come to his brother’s rescue, stepping through the ropes. He gets the ref’s attention, and he’s furious with yet another interference attempt from The Corporation.

Vince though runs across the apron with the ref’s back to him and shoves Gabriel off the top, down to the floor below and an uncomfortable landing to say the least. Both Gabriel & Shane are struggling to make it back up, and the crowd try to encourage Show’s rookie. Shane strikes first though and whips him in to the corner, then runs in at him, STINGER SPLASH!!. . . . .

Shane steps back with Gabriel staggering out in to his path, getting a strong kick to the gut and Shane follows it up with a SINGLE ARM DDT!!!. . . . . Gabriel’s head just got driven in to the mat and he isn’t moving. Shane goes for the cover as quickly as he can, hooking Gabriel’s leg as the ref rushes down to make the count. . . . .

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No, Gabriel gets his shoulder up! The Big Show breathes a sigh of relief on the apron, and Vince & JBL are left frustrated on the opposite side. They clearly thought Shane had the match won for them. Shane doesn’t look happy as he sits up and gives the ref a dirty look. JBL calls for a tag and he gets it. He paces across the mat and drags the dead weight of Gabriel up off the mat and sets him up for a suplex.

The wrestling god lifts him up vertically and hits a suplex. He holds on and twists his hips, going for the THREE AMIGO’S!!. . . . . Gabriel falls victim to another two suplexes, but JBL’s not satisfied. He stands up and drags Gabriel up in to place for the LAST CALL!!!. . . . . Vince & Shane are already celebrating on the apron as JBL lifts the South African up above his head, but Gabriel catches everyone by surprise, especially JBL with a HURRICANRANA!!!. . . . .

A big pop makes its way around the Cow Palace as a shell shocked JBL picks himself back up to his feet with Gabriel clawing his way up to his knees. Layfield tries to help him up, but Gabriel springs up and hammers him with a stiff kick to the gut. JBL is knocked down on to one knee and the young rookie turns back to run the ropes.

He comes racing back at JBL, but the former WWE Champion catches him in midair and sends him flying back courtesy of a FALLAWAY SLAM!!. . . . . Gabriel’s back on the mat, much to the concern of his mentor, The Big Show. Vince & Shane applaud JBL, who sits there on the mat with a smirk on his face. He smiles at his partners before turning round to crawl across and cover the fallen South African. . . . .

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NO! The resilient yet hurting Gabriel gets his shoulder up and Show punches the air on the apron. JBL sits up only slightly frustrated, still looking confident. He makes his way back up and drags Gabriel back up, then fires him in to the ropes, ducking his head in the process. Gabriel takes advantage as he comes running back with a SUNSET FLIP!!! JBL TRIES TO HOLD ON BUT CAN’T AND GABRIEL ROLLS HIM IN TO THE COVER. . . . .

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NO! JBL kicks out, driving his boot across the side of Gabriel’s face. Both JBL & Gabriel pick themselves back up, and it’s JBL who makes it up first. He grabs Gabriel by the arm and nails him with a THUNDEROUS SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!!. . . . . Gabriel’s writhing around on the mat and JBL stares down at him angrily, and Vince calls out for him to be tagged in. JBL turns his head and doesn’t look so sure, but Vince is insistent.

He walks over and makes the tag. Vince steps through the ropes and walks towards the squirming Gabriel. Vinny Mac stares down at him with contempt and slaps him across the face. The crowd boo and Show’s not happy on the apron, watching closely as Vince watches the South African sit up. Vince brushes his boot across his face, putting Gabriel back down. The sn-iggering Vince talks smack at Gabriel as he claws his way back up on to his knees.

Vince slaps him again and this time pulls him back up, talking more trash before knocking him down with a hard right hand. JBL & Shane share a laugh on the apron as Vince turns in to the ropes, comes back and goes for a leg drop, but Gabriel rolls to the side with Vince hitting the mat. Cheers break out as both Vince & Gabriel make their way back up. Vince is gunning for Gabriel and throws a right hand at him, but Gabriel ducks.

Vince is worried and they turn round to face each other quickly with GABRIEL LEANING BACK AND TAKING HIS HEAD OFF WITH A SUPER KICK!!!. . . . . Vince hits the mat to a big pop and looks out of it! Gabriel falls to his knees and goes a cover, hooking both the legs as the ref hurries round to make the count. . . . .

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JBL races in to the ring to stop the count, dropping his elbow down on to Gabriel, but the rookie sees him coming and moves out of the way. JBL’s elbow meets his father’s chest, much to the delight of the San Francisco crowd and The Big Show. Shane’s shocked and watches JBL & Gabriel stand up, and the South African connects with an STO!!!. . . . . JBL rolls to the apron and down to the floor, causing Shane to panic. He storms the ring as Gabriel gets back up, and Show spots it.

The seven-footer steps over the ropes and runs out to meet him, knocking him down with a big clothesline that sends Shane flipping over in midair. Shane too rolls off the apron and on to the floor, leaving Gabriel with the groggy Vince. Show goes after Shane, stepping over the rope. Gabriel and the ref keep their eye on the big man, and as Gabriel turns back round, Vince sits up and low blows him with the ref’s back turned to a ton of heat. Vince smirks, still on his knees as Show grabs Shane up and drives his head in to the apron.

Vince makes it back up to his feet and taunts Gabriel, urging him to get up, and slowly he does so. As Show looks on, JBL is looking under the apron and pulls out a rag and a small brown bottle. He pours the contents of the bottle on to the rag, completely unbeknown to everyone in the arena. Gabriel is making it back up and Vince gives him a helping hand, then throws a right hand at him. The rookie blocks it though and kicks him in the gut, then PLANTS HIM WITH A TORNADO DDT TO A BIG POP!!!. . . . . Vince is out of it and Gabriel scurries across quickly on his knees to make a cover with Show watching intently as the ref makes the count. . . . .

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NO! Vince somehow manages to get his shoulder up. Gabriel sits up in absolute shock, and even his rookie looks amazed on the outside. JBL stands up and takes a look in the ring, then makes his way round the apron with the rag in his hand. Shane tries to get up in front of Show, and the seven-footer reaches down to grab his head, but Show sneaks up behind him and covers his nose & mouth with the rag, holding it there as Show tries to fight him off.

He can’t though and falls to his knees as Gabriel stands up, unaware as he focuses purely on Vince. He sees Vince is barely moving and drags him in to the corner, then climbs up to the apron for the SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!. . . . . The fans are on their feet as the rookie looks down at Vince, but with Show now seemingly unconscious on the floor, Shane climbs up on to the apron, distracting both the referee & Gabriel.

The youngster jumps off the apron and makes his way across to him, but the ref is already there trying to get Shane to step down. Shane stays there and JBL has walked round the side of the ring having dropped the rag. He slips inside under the bottom rope and has his sights are set firmly on Gabriel. The fans try to warn him, but with the ref dealing with Shane, Gabriel turns round, then panics to see JBL CHARGING AT HIM AND NAILING HIM WITH THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!. . . . .

There’s an absolute barrage of heat coming from the stands as Shane stands firm on the apron arguing with the referee, allowing JBL to drag his father on top of Gabriel, who’s flat on his back and isn’t moving. JBL then gets the hell out of there and Shane drops down to the floor, giving the ref the chance to turn round and go make the count with Vince’s arm on top of Gabriel’s chest. . . . .

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3!!!. . . . . IT’S OVER!


Winners: The Corporation by pinfall.

Aftermath: The referee calls for the bell to even more heat from the furious San Francisco crowd. JBL & Shane get in the ring with smug smiles on their faces as they help their father up to his feet, and he too is looking very smug. They raise each other’s arms in the air with “No Chance in Hell” playing, smirking at the irate crowd. The Big Show remains out of it on the floor as Gabriel comes round, lifting his head up off the mat, much to the amusement of The Corporation.

They leave the ring laughing and head up the ramp, then turn round still laughing as Show begins to come to, not knowing what the hell’s just happened. Vince and his sons raise each other’s hands in victory again, still incredibly smug as Gabriel sits up staring at them furiously. They don’t care one bit and turn round to walk to the back as Show sits up too looking totally confused.


*Video Promo*

A fairly low key John Cena is walking through the production area with a number of Raw superstars & employees watching him in the background.


*Video Recap*

Raw
Last Week

“My Time is Now”

A huge roar breaks out in the Idaho Center as John Cena makes his way out to the stage. Dressed as he usually is in his cut off jeans and T-shirt, the pumped up Cena hits both sides to pose for the fans. He smiles and salutes as normal before heading down the ramp to the ring. With the majority of the fans still cheering, he picks up a microphone placed on the apron and steps through the ropes to enter the ring. He walks across the ring and poses for the fans again, getting another big pop. He then backs up and his music cuts, bringing out the cheers & boos even more, and Cena soaks it up with a big smile.


John Cena:
I’m sure you all by now, I’ve been made an offer, an offer t’ leave Monday nights an’ the bright lights of Raw t’ go back to where it all began f’ yours truly, Smackdown. . . I’ve had plenty of time t’ think it over an’ then some, and without doubt this has been the toughest decision of my whole career. Ever since comin’ t’ Raw, I’ve enjoyed ev’ry single moment. I’ve had some good ones an’ I‘ve sure as hell had some bad ones. . . I’ve been goin’ back an’ forth f’ nearly a month tryin’ t’ figure this out. I could easily stay on Raw, or I could go back t’ Smackdown an’ start a new chapter in my career. An’ after weeks of thinkin’ this through, I think I’ve finally come to a decision. I’m not sayin’ it’s the right one but I’ve made my decision nonetheless, an’ I’m gonna announce it t’ the world this Sunday at Unf’given.


*Cut to the Arena*


“My Time is Now”

An emotional John Cena walks out to the stage to a deafening reception, largely positive, and Cena stops at the top of the ramp. He’s in a sombre mood tonight as he takes some time to look out in to the crowd, and there’s no salute from him as he makes his way down the ramp and in to the ring, slapping the fans’ hands along the way. Now he’s in the ring, he heads straight to the opposite side and asks Lilian Garcia for a microphone. He gets one and strolls back in to the middle of the ring with his music cutting as he looks in to the stands, still looking emotional, not at all comfortable it seems.


John Cena: Y’know I’ve been through a whole lot o’ battles during my time here, an’ f’ the last month I’ve had another one, a diff’rent kind of batttle, a battle with myself and my thoughts. I’ve had t’ make one of the toughest decisions of my entire life. Now unless you’ve been in hiding for the last few weeks, you’ll know that I’ve had t’ choose between staying here on Raw where I’ve loved ev’ry second, and going back to the place where it all started for yours truly on Smackdown.

*Mixed*

John Cena: I could stand here all night and talk about all the great moments I’ve had on Raw, on Smackdown, headlining WrestleMania, winning the most prestigious titles this business has to offer, but you guys know all that. Whatever I say t’night, I know I’m not gonna please ev’ryone, even myself. I’m tellin ya I don’t know whether the decision I’ve made is the right one or not, and even if it is, I don’t know if I’m gonna be happier on Raw or on Smackdown.

He’s clearly finding this difficult and takes a few seconds to compose himself.

John Cena: Y’know it’s funny, I never thought I’d be thankful for Randy Orton putting me on the sidelines like he did last month, but it’s given me the time t’ think this through. Bein’ on the sidelines I’ve been able to think about this objectively. I’ve been watchin’ both shows an’ it’s pretty clear that even though some people think so, but not me, Raw really doesn’t need John Cena, and neither does Smackdown f’ that matter.

*Mixed*

John Cena: Whichever show you look at, they’ve both got incredible talent. There’s no lack of stars on either show. On Raw, we have Randy Orton. According t’ Randy, we’re soon gonna be in the Orton era. Who wouldn’t wanna be part of that right? Listening t Randy Orton go on an’ on about how I lost him the W-W-E Championship at WrestleMania. Well Randy, I got news for ya. You can’t blame me f’ you losing to Batista at Vengeance an’ SummerSlam. I get blamed f’ a whole lot o’ things, but you can’t put that on me. Besides you’ve got your chance t’night, an’ if you blow it which I’m sure y’will, you can’t put that on me either.

*Pop*

John Cena: Anyway, as much as he’d love it t’ be, this isn’t about Randy Orton. I’m sure he’s waitin’ f’ me t’ say that I’m leavin’ Raw all ‘cause of what he said last Monday about how much I’ll regret it if I stayed and how he’ll put me on the sidelines f’ good this time, but Randy this is my decision and mine only.

*Pop*

John Cena: Like I said before, I’ve been able t’ sit at home an’ watch both shows like all of you, and there sure has been some changes. We’ve got rookies flyin’ around here there an’ ev’rywhere, an’ boy are there some stars in the makin’. . . The point I’m tryin’ t’ make is that it seems like the company’s going in a whole new direction, like it’s a fresh start all round. We’ve got Eric Bischoff back on Raw, an’ love ‘im or hate ‘im, Eric knows what he’s doin’. . . Then on Smackdown, we’ve got Tazz layin’ down the law, the only way he’s been taught, an’ I love it. I love both shows, an’ choosin’ between ‘em is impossible. I might as well ‘ave tossed a coin t’ make this easier, ‘cause let me tell y’somethin’. Comin’ out here in front o’ all of you. . . I gotta say it straight up sucks bein’ in this position.

Cena takes another mini time-out to compose himself.

John Cena: If it wasn’t f’ Bischoff gettin’ jumped, I probably wouldn’t be standin’ here t’night. I’d ‘ave signed a new contract an’ that’d be that. Then Tazz goes an’ throws a spanner in the works by giving me an offer, an amazing offer may I add t’ go t’ Smackdown. You don’t know this but some of the things he’s offered me are the chance t’ lead a team at the Survivor Series against a team put t’gether by whoever’s the World Heavyweight Champion at the time, and then if my team wins, I’ll get a shot at the champion himself at Night of Champions come the end of the year.

*Cheers*

John Cena: The people who know me know that I don’t make my decisions based on rewards or anything like that. It’s what in here (taps his heart) that counts, but hell, what Tazz has offered me sure does get the adrenaline goin’ I can tell ya. . . Right now, I’m recovering from an injury, an’ to be honest I don’t know what the future holds for me on Raw. Sure I could come back an’ beat the hell out of Randy Orton for putting me on the shelf again, and from what I can see, Triple H is hell bent like Randy on getting his hands on the W-W-E Championship.

*Boos*

John Cena: F’ the last three years, it seems like all I’ve done the whole time is go t’ war with Randy an’ Hun’er for the W-W-E Championship. That ladies an’ gentleman is what made the decision for me. . . This whole job’s a war, but what I realised is that since there’s a whole lot o’ changes right now, it’s time John Cena made some changes. It’s time I take on a new challenge, and that new challenge for John Cena lies on Smackdown.

*Mixed (Largely Boos)*

John Cena: You have no idea how tough it is f’ me t’ say that in front of you all t’night. The people who’ve supported me since I came t’ the W-W-E, since I came t’ Raw, an’ even the fans that ‘ave booed me ‘til they’re blue in the face. The time’s right for me t start a new chapter in my career.

*Cheers & Boos*

John Cena: Right now, I just wanna say that I’ve loved my time on Raw more than you could ever believe. No doubt it’s been the best time of my career an’ I’m sure this isn’t the last time you’ll ever see John Cena on Raw.

“13”

Smackdown’s General Manager
, Tazz enters the arena to a pretty solid pop, but there are boos thrown in too. Cena turns and looks up at his new boss who’s clapping. There’s no major reaction from Cena as he just watches the clearly delighted Tazz walk down the ramp and in to the ring, collecting a microphone on his way off the apron. As he steps inside the ring, he walks towards his newest employee and shakes hands with him, getting a smile from Cena, but not a biggy. The music stops and frees Tazz to address his big acquisition.

Tazz: John, let me be the first t’ welcome you to Smackdown.

*Mixed (Loud)*

Tazz: I appreciate how tough this has been for y’John but I can’t tell y’how happy I am that you’re gonna be comin’ t’ Friday nights.

John Cena: I appreciate the offer boss.

“Back in Black”

Well here comes Raw’s Head of Authority to a big pop, and Eric Bischoff doesn’t appear to be bothered by Cena’s decision as he walks out to the stage with a strange smile on his face. He’s the only one who thought to bring a microphone with him as he heads down the ramp to join Cena & Tazz in the ring. He steps inside but stays close to the ropes, and his music stops with the Smackdown employees considerately waiting to hear what he has to say.


Eric Bischoff: Well f’give me for breaking up the party, it’s just that as far as I’m aware, John’s contract doesn’t actually expire until the end of the month. Looking at t’day’s date, it appears that we’ve still got over a week of September t’ run have we not?

John Cena: Whoa Eric, we all know the deal. When my Raw contract expires, then I’ll be going t’ Smackdown, not a moment sooner, just so we’re clear.

Tazz: He’s right. The offer I made ‘im is based on when his Raw one runs out.

Eric Bischoff: Well I’m glad t’ hear it because the last thing I wanted was to come out here and play the bad guy in all this. . . However what I have t’ say might shock you both.

There’s confused looks from both Tazz & Cena.

Eric Bischoff: John, like I told you a few weeks back, John Cena needs Raw a whole lot more than Raw needs you. Raw was a number one show before you came along and it will be when you’ve left. That’s why I’m freeing you from your contract effective immediately.

*Mixed (Loud)*

John Cena: What? You’re serious? You’re not playin’?

Eric Bischoff: No John, I’m not playin’. You wanna go t’ Smackdown? Fine.

Tazz: Hold on a sec’. You’re tellin’ me you’re happy t’ let John Cena, the biggest name in the business t’day leave Raw just like that?

Eric Bischoff: I believe that’s what I said. Now there’s something else I’d like to say, and Tazz you might wanna hear this. . . See as you so politely played by the rules in offering John the chance to leave Raw without breaking the open house rule, I have a slight confession t’ make. It appears that I may just have taken advantage of that little rule t’ even things up a bit.

Tazz: What you talkin’ about? You’ve offered one o’ my guys a contract?

Eric Bischoff: Oh I’ve done better than that. Not only have I offered him the chance to join the A show, he’s taken it. Who that is will remain between me an’ him for the time being, and Tazz, he’s not just any one of your guys, he’s one of your top guys. In fact he’s a bigger star than John here, and he’s coming to Raw very soon.

*Big Pop*

Tazz: Eric, y’know what? There ain’t a bigger name in sports entertainment t’day than John Cena, an’ whoever you’ve got jumpin’ ship, I don’t care ‘cause you’ve just lost the guy who’s gonna make Smackdown the new A show.

Eric Bischoff: Well I guess we’ll soon see about that won’t we?!

Bischoff walks over to Cena and holds out his hand, looking very sincere.

Eric Bischoff: John, good luck.

Cena seems a bit surprised but shakes his former employer’s hand, met by a smile and a nod from Bischoff. The Raw Head of Authority turns round and smirks at his Smackdown counterpart before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp. Tazz watches him the whole time, clearly stunned by his announcement. As Bischoff gets to the stage, he turns round and smiles back at Tazz, and then steps through the curtain. Tazz turns to look at the crowd and then back to Cena, bringing a smile back to his face and one to Cena’s.

Tazz: Now I know this may be a Raw show but I want y’all t’ give up for Smackdown’s newest superstar. . . nah wait. . .megastar, JOHN CENAAA!

“My Time is Now” plays to a big pop and Cena once again shakes hands with Tazz, who then raises Cena’s arm in the air. The former WWE Champion now takes a bow in the middle of the ring, drops the microphone and salutes the crowd before leaving the ring with Tazz following him. They both slap hands with the fans as they head back up the ramp, and the thankful Cena waves goodbye to the Raw fans from the top of the stage, then heads for the curtain.


*Cut Backstage*


An extremely happy Ted DiBiase Jr is getting up close to Maryse in the production area, and he’s got his Intercontinental title draped over his other shoulder. He’s still in his ring gear, and Maryse is clearly very happy too, and Ezekiel Jackson is even cracking a smile.


Maryse: You sure showed them baby. I’m so proud of you.

Maryse gets even closer to Ted by turning her head & kissing him ever so softly. Thankfully the camera’s on a mid-shot and we can’t see below Ted’s waist and an understandable bulge in his trunks!

Ezekiel Jackson: You did good.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Thanks. I said I’d beat Kofi and I did. No one can say I don’t deserve to be champion anymore after that.

All of a sudden, Ted seems distracted by something in front of him.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Well what do we have here?

Eric Bischoff walks towards them, and the Head of Authority doesn’t appear too happy to have bumped in to them.

Ted DiBiase Jr: I think you owe me an apology.

Maryse looks very smug, still clinging tight to her boyfriend.

Eric Bischoff: Is that so? Well I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not down on my knees kissing your ass because for once your life you didn’t need someone else t’ do your dirty work for you.

Ted DiBiase Jr: Hey. Just because you let John Cena slip between your fingers, don’t take it out on me. In fact, now Cena’s gone from Raw, you’ll need someone to take his place as the number one guy. And guess what Bischoff? You’re looking at him.

Eric Bischoff: Is that so? Well as it goes my level headed friend, I don’t care that Cena’s going to Smackdown. However since you’re so sure of yourself, I’m glad you feel you can step up. I’m always looking for someone t’ step up and make a name for themselves, and the show of course. And as far as you’re concerned champ, I’ve got big plans for you. See I’m never gonna f’get or f’give you for what you did, and there’s no doubt you’re gonna have t’ prove yourself each and ev’ry week. Don’t get me wrong, you did good t’night, but you’ll have to do the same t’morrow night. Just make sure you bring that title of yours with you ‘cause you’re gonna need it. For how long though, well that depends on you.

The Intercontinental Champion isn’t pleased to hear that and lets go of Maryse, stepping closer towards Bischoff.

Ted DiBiase Jr: What are you talking about?

Eric Bischoff: You’ll find out t’morrow night. Just make sure you enjoy this one. I’ll see you t’morrow champ.

Bischoff smirks & walks away, leaving DiBiase Jr something to worry about going in to Raw tomorrow night.


*Video Recap*

SummerSlam
Last Month


WWE Championship
Elimination Chamber Match
Batista (c) vs. John Cena vs. Rey Mysterio vs. Randy Orton
vs. The Big Show vs. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield w/Vince & Shane McMahon

Orton’s stirring as Batista stands back up and pulls him in to place for the BATISTA BOMB!!!. . . . . Orton can’t block it this time as The Animal lifts him above his head to a big pop, but Orton jumps down and plants Orton with an RKO OUT OF NOWHERE!!!. . . . . Both champion & challenger are side by side on the mat as Orton slowly shimmies round and climbs on top of Batista, hooks the leg and makes a cover with the ref rushing down to his knees to make the count. . . . . 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3? NO!

Batista just about manages to get his shoulder up to the relief of the joyous San Jose fans. Orton looks up in shock at the referee, and he looks like he’s going to lose it as the ref tells him it was two. The Viper snaps and stands up, bringing Batista up with him, but The Animal pushes him in to the ropes, and as Orton comes back, he falls victim to a SPINE BUSTER!!

Cheers ring round the arena as the intense champion makes his way back up and drags Orton with him, setting him up for the BATISTA BOMB AGAIN!!!. . . . . The WWE Champion doesn’t waste a second as he grabs Orton around the waist, lifts him up off the mat and high above his head, then sends him crashing down to the mat. Orton lies there lifeless, and Batista crawls across on his knees, hooks the leg and makes the cover. . . . . 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3? YES, 3!


***

Raw
18th August (24 Hours Later)

“Behold the King. The King of Kings. . .”

Triple H
walks out to the stage to a bombardment of boos. He’s dressed casually and looks very serious despite his victory last night. He stands at the top of the stage and turns to each side of the arena for a couple of seconds before walking down the ramp to the ring, picking a microphone up off the apron and steps inside. The music cuts as he stands in the centre of the ring, and the boos continue, not that it bothers The King of Kings.

Triple H:
Last night, Batista retained the WWE Championship, something that would not have happened had I have been given the title shot I deserved in the first place. . . If there was any doubt about who should be the number one contender for the WWE Championship, there isn’t anymore. There’s only one person who deserves that spot, an’ you’re lookin’ at ‘im right now. . . There’s only one thing I want an’ I’m giving you the chance t’ come out here an’ accept my challenge for a title match right here t’night.

“IN THE END. . .”

The WWE Champion, Batista makes his way out to the stage in a foul mood despite retaining the title in the elimination chamber last night. He too is in his casual gear but he has the gold belt shining on his shoulder as he paces down the ramp with his eyes firmly on The King of Kings. He climbs in the ring and walks past him to collect a microphone, keeping his eyes on Triple H the whole time. He walks back in to the middle of the ring and stares at him for several seconds before lifting the microphone to his mouth.


Batista:
You want a shot at the title t’night?. . . You got it.

“13”

Tazz
calmly strolls out to the stage to a decent pop with a microphone in hand, and he doesn’t look very happy with The Game after the pedigree he received last week during the contract signing. He takes some time and glares down at him, and The King of Kings looks back without an ounce of remorse.

Tazz:
Hun’er, Hun’er, Hun’er, what a surprise. It didn’t take y’long did it, but guess what? I’ve got a newsflash for ya. . . You ain’t gettin’ a shot at the title t’night. . . See I don’t know if y’remember what y’did last week, but I do. In that ring right there, you pedigreed Ric Flair an’ then you pedigreed me. You pedigreed me, your boss, an’ that’s somethin’ y’just don’t do. . . So if y’wanna look at someone t’ blame, don’t look at me. Look at y’self. . . here t’night on Raw, there’s gonna be a battle royal t’ determine who will challenge Batista for the WWE Championship at Unf’given. . . An’ Hun’er, this is where your punishment comes in. . . You ain’t in it.

***

Later That Night

The Main Event
Battle Royal
Number One Contendership Match for the WWE Championship at Unforgiven

As Show was looking down at Matt on the floor, JBL stepped back and then tried to lift Show’s feet off the mat and over the ropes, not that it worked. Show swung his arm back and glared right at JBL, who pleaded for mercy before trying to joke about it. Show was furious and knocked him out with his huge right hand before dragging him up and tossing him out. Vince & Shane were seething on the outside, but as Show glared down at him, Cena managed to do what JBL couldn’t and lifted him off his feet and down to the floor. As the two Corporation members stood up on the outside, they went at it with Vince & Shane failing to separate them as they fought to the back.

In the ring, Cena & Orton went at it and it looked like Orton was out when he tried to clothesline Cena over the top but was lifted over the ropes. Orton landed on the apron and nailed Cena with a right hand before stepping back in the ring. He ran in to Cena who lifted him up for the F U, but Orton slipped down and back pedalled towards the ropes. Cena turned round in a hurry and ran at Orton, who grabbed him by the head and tossed him over the ropes and out of the battle royal. Cena landed awkwardly on his shoulder and seemed to be legitimately hurt, not that Orton was bothered as he celebrated earning himself a title shot against Batista at Unforgiven in just under five weeks.


***

Raw
25th August


Non-Title Match
Batista vs. Sheamus

With Sheamus on top, he looked to hit the deadly bicycle kick, but Batista ducked it and sent him back first in to the mat with another spine-buster. The crowd were going nuts as Batista then stood up and shook the ropes in a frenzy, getting ready for the Batista Bomb, but unbeknown to him, Randy Orton had slipped in the ring behind him. As the WWE Champion then turned round with the fans trying to warn him, he fell victim to an RKO that resulted in him being awarded the match via disqualification. The Viper stood up to a barrage of heat and stared down intensely at Batista, who was totally out of it. The Celtic Warrior picked himself up and didn’t look pleased as he saw Orton standing there. The number one contender for the WWE Championship turned his head and stared at the angry Sheamus as “Voices” played to even more heat from the Texas crowd.

***

Raw
1st September


Randy Orton w/Darren Young vs. Triple H
(If Triple H wins, he will face Batista & Randy Orton at Unforgiven for the WWE Championship)

Watching from the announce position, Batista wasn’t the only interested spectator for this contest, and the fans were leaning towards Orton as the match progressed. Young was also watching keenly from his mentor’s corner in what was a very competitive contest with both men desperate to win. . . Orton was hurting and struggled to get back up, and as he turned round in a daze, The King of Kings stomped him in the gut and pulled him in to place for the Pedigree.

Boos rang out and Triple H sensed victory, and then he made a mistake. He turned his head and took a look at the very serious looking WWE Champion at the announce table. Just as The Game turned the attention back to Orton, he immediately realised he was in trouble, and Orton countered with a back body drop. There were a lot of cheers in the crowd as well as some boos, and both men looked spent as they made their way back up. Orton looked to strike first and stalked Trips for an RKO, but as he jumped up in to the air, The Game pulled back and Orton hit the deck.

Again he got up as quickly as he could, but he wished he didn’t as he walked right in to a face-buster knee smash. Orton was in deep trouble, and Triple H once again looked for the pedigree. Before he could hook his opponent’s arms, Orton fought back and lifted him over his back again. Orton then took a few seconds, watching The Game roll around on the mat and try to sit up. The sadistic looking number one contender then back tracked to the corner, getting ready to take Trips’ head off with the Punt. Orton was foaming at the mouth before he then raced out of the corner and swung his boot at The King of Kings, but Trips pulled his head back as Orton ran through in to the ropes.

He managed to put the brakes on and held on to them, and as he turned round, he saw Triple H running right at him. The Viper reacted in a flash, ducking and pulling down the top rope to send his opponent over the top and down to the floor below, right in front of Batista at the announce table. The Game used the table to pull himself back up to his feet and was met with a stern look from The Animal. He gave one back as he got back to his feet with the referee making a count, not that Triple H was aware of it. The two rivals glared at each other, and Triple H took a look at the shiny WWE title belt.

Batista stood up and grabbed it, then made sure he knew it was his. They got in each other’s face, and it looked like they were going to go at it until the referee counted to ten and called for the bell. The Game turned round in shock with Orton smirking, as was Batista. The shock turned to anger as Trips stared a hole through the referee, who just looked down at him and explained he was counted out. Orton posed in the ring looking very satisfied to have got through it, and he was joined by Young, who congratulated him. That wound The King of Kings up even more, and he slowly turned round and stared right at Batista, seemingly blaming him for the loss.

Batista smiled through it, just getting Triple H even angrier, who slapped the headset off of him. It wasn’t a wise move as Batista then responded with a right hand, resulting in Triple H throwing one back and a fierce scuffle at ringside. The ref quickly tried to break it up but couldn’t and called for help from the back. Orton & Young left smirking as Batista & Trips went at it, and the help came flying down the ramp past Orton & Young. It was boiling over between Batista & The Game but the refs eventually managed to separate them and hold them apart but they continued staring at each other, desperate to tear each other apart as the show came to a close.


***

Raw
8th September (Two Weeks Ago)

“In the End”


Here comes The Animal. Batista runs out to the stage and then each side, sending the crowd in to raptures. With the WWE Championship strapped around his waist, he makes his way down the ramp and stops, then poses as a big pyro display goes off behind him. The WWE Champion is clearly pumped up and sets off down the ramp again but we see Triple H charging out behind him.

Batista doesn’t have a clue and is hammered across the back by The Game’s right forearm. It sends The Animal down on to his knees and the music stops. The King of Kings is pissed that’s for sure, and he puts the boots to the back of his bitter & defenceless rival.

Trips pulls him back up and fires him in to the guard rail back first. Batista falls forward and lands back on the ramp, the rolls the short distance down to the bottom. The Game follows him with DiBiase grinning to himself. Triple H helps Batista up again and this time fires him in to the ring post face first, and The Animal falls to the floor. DiBiase leaves the ring with a smile on his face and goes to grab his Intercontinental title as Triple H drags Batista up and tosses him in the ring under the bottom rope. The smug DiBiase heads back up the ramp as the intense Triple H climbs up on to the apron. . .

“I hear voices in my head. . .”

Randy Orton
and his rookie, Darren Young hit the stage looking very focused indeed, catching the shocked Triple H off guard. It brings another smile to DiBiase’s face as Orton & Young walk past him without giving him much attention at all as The King of Kings steps inside the ring with Batista squirming around on the mat. Orton & his rookie slowly enter the ring with their eyes firmly set on Triple H. He shifts in to the centre of the ring and prepares for war as Orton & Young shimmy round, circling him until The Game flips and fires at Orton and then Young as he looks to defend his mentor.

Young clubs Trips across the back as Orton falls to the mat. Orton’s determined rookie grabs The Game by the arm and tries for an irish whip, but it’s reversed and Triple H lifts Young off his feet as he comes back at him and sends him crashing in to the mat courtesy of a spinning spine-buster. It’s met by a mixed reception, and as the intense King of Kings makes his way back up staring down at Young rolling round in agony, Orton is getting up too. The Game turns round and walks right in to The Viper who leaps up and catches him with a thunderous RKO.

Orton crawls across to Triple H and stares right at his starry eyes, and in the corner of his eye, he sees Batista struggling up to his knees. The number one contender for the WWE Championship smiles sadistically and locks his eyes on The Animal. As Young too stands up, Orton makes his way across to the unsteady WWE Champion who has no idea of the danger he’s in despite the crowd desperately trying to warn him. Orton gets ready to strike and urges his Unforgiven opponent to turn round, and as he does, he plants him with an RKO, taking The Animal down to the mat.

With boos ringing out as he rushes back up, Orton smiles sadistically again, looking very satisfied with Batista laid out in front of him. Young admires his mentor’s work and now spots Triple H coming round. The rookie lets Randy know, tapping him on his shoulder and pointing right at The King of Kings. Orton switches gears and grins again with a plan clearly on his mind. He nods at Young and backs up in to the corner as The Game tries to get on to one knee.

The Viper charges out of the corner with a fierce determination written all over his face and punts The Game right in the head. That gets a decent pop and Orton takes several seconds to admire his work with Young doing the same as both Batista & Triple H lie motionless on the mat. Orton now asks Young to go and get him a microphone, and he does just that. The Legend Killer holds out his hand, not taking his eyes off Triple H for a second as Young hands him the microphone.

Randy Orton:
Hun’er, if I’ve not made this clear enough already, this is my title shot, not yours or anyone else’s. At Unf’given I will once again become the W-W-E Champion, and if anyone gets in my way, I will put them including you Hun’er on the shelf permanently.

“Voices” plays again to a mostly negative reception from the Canadian fans, but there are some cheers in there as The Viper stares down remorselessly at the unconscious Triple H. Young looks down and smirks too, and as he & Orton turn to leave the ring, the still emotional Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley runs down to the ring and goes to check on her husband straight away. She panics and calls back for help, amusing both Orton & Young while Batista begins to sit up by the ropes. A couple of EMT’s race down to the ring and try to establish The Game’s condition as Orton & Young back track up the ramp, keeping their eyes on the damage they’ve caused.

***

Last Week

Todd Grisham
is at the interview set with Batista.

Todd Grisham:
In just six days you’ll be defending the W-W-E title against someone you know very well in Randy Orton, and t’night in our main event you’ll be facing his rookie, Darren Young. However first I wanted t’ get your thoughts on what happened last week when you were attacked by Triple H before your scheduled match with Ted DiBiase Junior.

Batista: My thoughts? Yeah I can give you my thoughts Todd. Hun’er should consider himself lucky he’s in no shape t’ be here t’night after what he did. . . I just wish it’d been me not Randy that beat the hell out of ‘im. But one good thing’s come out of this Todd. Now Hun’er’s out of the way, I can focus on one thing an’ one thing only, Randy Orton. . . I know as well as anyone what Randy’ll do t’ get what he wants, only t’night I’m gonna send him a message by beating the crap out of his rookie, showing him he’s gonna be in for the fight of his life at Unf’given and that this title belongs to one person an’ person only. . . me.

***

Later That Night

Non-Title Match
Batista vs. Darren Young w/Randy Orton

The Animal lifted both his arms in to the air, signalling the thumbs up before then bringing them down to a huge pop. The fans were on their feet as Batista pulled his opponent between his legs with an angry Orton watching from the outside. The WWE Champion was met with no resistance by Young, who was then lifted up above Batista’s head and sent crashing down to the canvas courtesy of the devastating Batista Bomb. The fans were cheering as Batista shifted across the mat on his knees to hook Young’s legs for a cover and stared right at the frustrated Orton as the referee counted to three.

“In The End” played to a massive cheer and the referee went to collect Batista’s WWE Championship with Orton & Batista staring right at each other. The ref then handed the victor his title and raised his arm in victory, and The Animal turned round to pose with the title, naively turning his back on The Viper. Orton slipped in the ring immediately and snuck up behind him. The fans tried to warn him while Orton stalked his prey, and as Batista did turn round, The Viper jumped up and caught him with an RKO.

The Animal’s music stopped right away and Orton coldly remained on his knees and locked his eyes on the fallen champion. The WWE title lying beside Batista caught Orton’s eye and he shifted round to grab it before rising to his feet. Young began to sit up too and saw his mentor staring intently at the title he’ll be fighting for at Unforgiven. The Legend Killer then lifted the title up in to the air, standing over Batista with “Voices” hitting to a ton of heat from the Nampa crowd as the curtain comes down on this week’s Raw and the final stop on the way to Unforgiven this Sunday night.


*Cut to the Arena*



*The Main Event*



WWE Championship
Batista © vs. Randy Orton w/Darren Young

Last 10+ Minutes:
Orton picks himself back up with the WWE Champion following him, and the challenger unloads on him with a series of rapid forearm shots to the face. Batista’s knocked off balance, and the focused Orton turns back in to the ropes, runs back at Batista and The Animal fights back with a ferocious falling clothesline. Both men hit the deck with the crowd cheering, but they don’t stay down for long.

They get up as quickly as they can with The Legend Killer still feeling the effects of the clothesline. Batista takes control and grabs The Viper with two hands, lifting him up in to a double handed choke lift. There’s panic on the face of the challenger as he’s lifted up in to the air, and Young too is showing concern with Batista comfortably holding his mentor up in the air. The Animal then throws him forward and down to the mat, getting another cheer from the San Francisco faithful.

Orton’s feeling the pain as he writhes around on the mat, but he’s tough and tries to make it back up to his feet. Batista’s focused on the task in hand and gives him a helping hand, lifting him up off the mat and high above his head, showing his strength with a GORILLA PRESS!!. . . . . The crowd continue to cheer Batista as he walks towards the ropes with Orton looking worried, and The Animal drops him down on top of the shocked Young, both falling to the floor, getting an even bigger pop inside the Cow Palace.

Batista’s not getting complacent for a second, not smiling at all as he looks down at Orton & Young squirming on the floor. The WWE Champion steps through the ropes on to the apron and jumps down on to the floor, going right after Orton and not giving him the chance to make his own way up. Batista pulls him up from his knee and fires him back first in to the security wall, and Orton lets out a shriek of pain before falling down to the floor.

The Animal doesn’t stop there, pulling him right back up and whipping him in to the apron. Orton slides down the apron to the arena floor looking in sheer pain, but there’s still no emotion on the face of the determined champion. Batista has one thing in mind and drags him up again, shoving him on to the apron and pushing him under the bottom rope. The Animal grabs the rope and climbs up on to the apron himself, but Young grabs his foot, catching him off guard.

Batista turns round and stares furiously at Orton’s mentor while Orton sits up in the ring. The referee makes his way across and tells Young to let go, but he doesn’t and holds on tightly. Batista tries to pull it away and then kicks out at him, forcing Young back. With his foot free, he gives Young a dirty look and then steps through the ropes, but Orton’s back on his feet and stomps him in the gut, then clubs him across the back.

He forces the champion down to the mat, where he stomps all over him relentlessly. The intense Orton steps back but keeps his eyes locked on the squirming Batista, who uses the ropes to help him get back up. Orton goes right after him, grabbing his arm and trying for an irish whip. It’s a mistake and Batista reverses it, then runs out at Orton as he bounces off the ropes, and the champion nails him with a clothesline.

A cheer breaks out, but Orton’s not staying down for long. Batista’s not waiting around and turns back in to the ropes, charges back at Orton who stands up briefly, only to get sent down courtesy of a DIVING SHOULDER TACKLE!. . . . . The fans get even louder as the pumped up WWE Champion stands back up and urges his opponent to do the same. Orton rolls on to his side, and Batista gives him a helping hand by dragging him back up.

The Animal fires him hard in to the corner and Orton’s back is sent crashing in to the pads. Batista charges at him and drives his shoulder in to Orton’s midsection. Orton slouches forward, but Batista’s not done there. He thrusts his shoulder in to Orton’s stomach again, then backs out of the corner with Orton staggering out.

Batista scoops him up on to his shoulder and turns round, then runs across the ring and plants The Legend Killer with a RUNNING POWERSLAM!!. . . . . Batista’s one intense mother right now, maybe angry about what his daughter maybe doing while he’s away from home, but for now he focuses on Orton, staring down at him as he hooks his leg and makes a cover. . . . .

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Orton gets the shoulder up, and if Batista’s disappointed, he doesn’t show it as he stands right back up and urges Orton to do the same, watching him struggle back up to his knees. The Animal steps forward and pulls him up, then fires him hard in to the ropes. Orton hits them and grabs hold of them with complete desperation, frustrating Batista.

The champion charges at him, but Orton steps to the side as Batista hits the ropes, and The Viper slips behind him in a flash to roll him up for a cover, resting both his feet on the rope for leverage. The ref doesn’t notice and counts Batista’s shoulders. . . . .

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Kick out from Batista. He powers out of that one, forcing Orton back. Both men make their way back up, and as Batista turns to face Orton, he walks right in to a PERFECT STANDING DROPKICK!. . . . . Orton scurries across the mat and hooks Batista’s legs with the ref rushing across to count the fall. . . . .

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Easy kick out from the WWE Champion. Orton sits up and goes right after Batista, sitting him up and applying a chinlock, putting a ton of pressure on The Animal. He does just that and Orton’s so intense right now, and Batista is struggling big time. Young watches on, very serious as the crowd start to encourage Batista, and it works. Orton’s looking worried as Batista fights back, fighting his way up on to one knee.

Orton’s seriously panicking now as Batista makes it up to his feet to a pop from the sell out crowd. The Animal shoves him forward in to the ropes and Orton comes back at him. Batista goes for a clothesline but Orton ducks it and catches him with an INVERTED SIDE BACK BREAKER!!. . . . . Batista falls to the mat and Orton dives right on top of him, hooking a leg for the cover. . . . .

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No! Batista gets his shoulder up. Orton’s not happy about it and stands up, walking round to Batista’s legs and lifts them up, applying the FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!!. . . . . Orton falls back and applies the pressure to Batista, and he lets out a shriek of pain too, and you can see the anguish on his face. He sits up in agony, trying to fight his way out of the hold, but he can’t.

The challenger’s pulling away at his legs, putting Batista through torture, but again the crowd desperately will him on to escape the hold. He tries with everything he’s got to turn Orton over and reverse the hold, and he turns on to his side, starting to worry Orton. The Legend Killer’s panicking like mad, and Young is worried too on the outside. He tries to encourage his mentor to fight on, but he’s powerless as Batista turns him on to his stomach, resulting in a huge pop.

They go nuts as Orton screams out in pain with Young flipping out on the outside. Batista turns the tables on his opponent and puts him through torture, and Orton reaches out desperately for the ropes. He’s not close enough and Batista tries to keep it that way. Orton tries to drag himself towards them with absolute desperation, fighting for his life.

Batista does everything he can to stop him, keeping the hold locked in, but Orton gets closer & closer to within touching distance, and he gets there, grabbing the bottom rope and holding on to it for dear life. The fans boo as the referee tells Batista to let the hold go, and reluctantly he does. Orton leans on the ropes as the intense Batista stands back up and goes right after him.

He doesn’t give him a chance to get up, dragging him right back up and whipping him in to the ropes. Batista walks out and keeps his eyes on Orton as he comes back towards him, and the champion plants him with a SPINNING SIDE SLAM!!. . . . . Orton’s back is driven in to the mat and Batista wastes no time in making a cover. . . . .

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No! Orton gets the shoulder up, and Batista takes it firmly on the chin. He’s focused as hell as he stands back up, and he brings his opponent up with him. He fires him in to the ropes again, and Orton comes running back in to a SPINE BUSTER!!!. . . . . The fans are going nuts as the fired up champion gets back up and walks over to the ropes. He grabs them and shakes them in a frenzy, Ultimate Warrior style, getting the crowd going even more.

Young panics and jumps up on the apron, and Batista sees him as he turns round. He’s pissed and goes right after him as Orton starts to stir. The Animal grabs Young by the shirt and stares right at him with the crowd willing him to punch Orton’s rookie. He doesn’t get the chance as Orton sneaks up behind him and clubs him across the back, and Young jumps down to the floor straight away.

Batista falls to his knees and Orton stomps all over him, pushing him under the apron with his boot. Orton spots an opportunity and reaches through the ropes to pull Batista up by his head, then drags him through the top & second rope in to place for the ROPE HUNG SPIKE DDT!!!. . . . .

The crowd look worried as Orton stares intensely in to the stands holding Batista in place, and he then drops down to the mat, driving Batista’s head in to the canvas. It looks Batista isn’t moving, and Orton sits there smirking, smiling sadistically at Young. The challenger turns round and grabs both of Batista’s legs, hooking them both for a cover. . . . .

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NO! A big pop breaks out as Batista somehow manages to get his shoulder up, much to the shock & frustration of Orton. He sits up and holds his head in his hands. Young looks shocked too on the outside, and we can see Batista starting to stir, infuriating Orton. It’s like a black cloud has come over him. He stands up with purpose, keeping his eyes on Batista as he back pedals in to the opposite corner with evil intentions.

The fans think they know what’s coming and try to warn the squirming Batista. The WWE Champion has no idea how much trouble he could be in, and Young is watching on with a big smile on his face, looking very confident. Orton’s raring to go, holding on to the top rope at each side with both hands to stop him going for Batista already. The WWE Champion gets up on to all fours, giving Orton the green light to charge across the ring and he swings his boot at Batista’s head for the PUNT!!!. . . . .

Batista sees him coming and ducks his head. He stands up and runs in to the ropes as Orton puts the brakes on. The Legend Killer turns round as quickly as he can with Batista coming back off the ropes to take him down with a SPEAR!!!. . . . . BUT NO! ORTON STEPS TO THE SIDE AND BATISTA SPEARS THE REFEREE!!!. . . . . The Animal can’t believe it as he looks the ref in eyes, then realises there’s Orton to deal with.

He races back up to his feet, unaware of Orton behind him on his knees, pounding the mat getting ready to strike. As Batista turns round, Orton leaps up and RKO!!!. . . . . HE HIT IT BUT THE REF’S DOWN!. . . . . Orton jumps on Batista for the cover only to see the ref laid out at the side of him. Orton’s livid! He sits up in anger, clueless of what to do next. He looks over at Young, and he too has no idea. Orton looks back at Batista, and The Animal’s eyes are open.

Orton panics and stands up, then calls for Young to get him something, pointing towards the timekeeper’s table. Young gets it and turns round, walks over to Lilian Garcia and grabs the WWE Championship. He heads back to the ring and slides the title in the ring to Orton, and the crowd boo like mad as Orton bends down and grabs the title. Batista’s clawing his way up on to his knees, and Orton steps back with the title in hand, getting ready to take his head off.

The fans’ worry is obvious as Batista struggles up to his feet, totally oblivious as to what’s waiting for him. The focused Orton runs at him, but Batista ducks his head and lifts Orton up off the mat and plants him with another SPINE BUSTER!!!. . . . . The fans are cheering now as the intense WWE Champion kicks his belt out of the ring, causing great concern for Young on the outside. He watches on as Batista bends down and drags the helpless Orton in to place for the Batista Bomb.

The fans rise to their feet as Batista takes a quick look at Young, and it’s a mistake as Orton ducks down and low blows him to a ton of heat, and the ref’s still down and unable to disqualify him. Orton remains on his knees with a face like thunder, pounding his fists in to the mat again. He’s chomping at the bit, getting ready to explode when the crowd does just that, erupting with a barrage of heat. Orton’s too focused to see what his rookie can. . . . .

TRIPLE H IS PACING DOWN THE RAMP WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER!!!. . . . . Young tries to warn his mentor, shouting at him and pointing, but Orton doesn’t hear him or takes no notice if he can as The King of Kings slips in the ring. Young jumps up on the apron and gets Orton’s attention, pointing behind him to the menacing sight of Triple H with a sledgehammer. Orton turns round and can’t believe his eyes.

He stands up and RUNS RIGHT IN TO A SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT TO THE SKULL!!!. . . . . Young steps inside and charge at The Game, but he too is on the receiving end OF A SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT TO THE SKULL!!!. . . . . Triple H stares down at the both of them with the weary ref lifting his head up off the mat and calling for the bell, awarding the match to Orton via disqualification.


Winner: By disqualification, Randy Orton, but still the WWE Champion, Batista.

Aftermath: The crowd boo as The King of Kings turns his head to see Batista making his way up. Triple H turns round and sets his sights firmly on the unsuspecting WWE Champion. Batista stands back up as The Game sizes him up, then NAILS HIM WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT TO THE SKULL!!!. . . . .

The fans continue to boo the hell out of Triple H, but he’s not done. He surveys the wreckage with no remorse whatsoever as “King of Kings” plays. The Game lifts his head and looks around the arena at the fans that are booing him, giving them all one collective dirty look as Unforgiven comes to a close.


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