I see that Patman has posted a show, I still haven't commented on Naitch's PPV. They're on their way, fellas.
Quickly, there's a quote under the Raw headline to go along with the 'show title' under the banner. That's because I've noticed that everyone and their momma is using show titles now, so this is my way of keeping distance with the field, so to speak. And stay away from my "~
" and "*Backstage - ???*
As for the actual show, it's ... different than a lot of the previous shows. It's more self-contained to merely the things happening that
night, and while it really focuses on the WWE Title situation, there's lots of parts to it; Orton/Angle, Orton/group, Angle/Edge, JBL/Michaels, JBL's fear, etc. Oh, and the Coach's ... fixation in this episode comes from Legend's love of Phoenix. I just remember thinking, "Wouldn't it be mildly amusing if someone liked Beth the way Legend likes her."
Monday Night Raw - July 9th, 2007; Lafayette, Louisiana
“We in it together? … Are we in this together?”
Manipulation - Pt. 1
The show kicks off without pyro, without an opening video, and without a cool video package, instead, Matt Striker stands in the ring, dressed to compete, with an ugly Bill Cosby-esque sweater on top and microphone in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Matt Striker, and I am your teacher.
~ Striker lets out a huge smile, while the crowd boos him.
And tonight, I will be in in-ring competition against a man who is reckless, rash and without remorse. He even fashions himself … as homicidal, genocidal, suicidal and death-defying--
~ Crowd cheers
The miscreant I am talking about is one, Sabu.
~ More cheers
But you see, my students, this is not to be seen as hapless predicament for your teacher … but as an opportunity. I went to our astute general manager, Jonathan Coachman, and asked for this match up. So, Mr. Sabu, I want you to come out here and--
***ARABIAN PRAYER*** The crowd lets out a nice pop as Sabu makes his way down to the ring, with Bill Alfonso by his side.
1 - Matt Striker vs. Sabu w/Bill Alfonso
Striker manages to get in more offense than one would expect, starting the match off strong tonight. He uses every dirty tactic in the book to keep Sabu on his back foot … but it’s only a matter of time before Sabu gathers himself, and does some damage. He rocks Striker with right hands, before picking it up a bit, and hits Striker with the Air Sabu and a DDT! Striker staggers up to his feet, and Sabu leaps off the middle rope, grabs Striker and drops him with a tornado DDT for the three count!
Winner - Sabu via pin fall at 6:27.
The crowd cheers as Sabu raises his finger into the air, picking up some momentum and a win on Raw for the first time in a while.
Matt Striker wanted to make an impact here tonight, and he did. His head made a hell of an impact on the floor
That’s not funny, J.R.
Huge show planned for tonight. Victoria looks to continue here incredible hot streak, taking on Beth Phoenix for the first time ever one-on-one tonight. The World Tag Team Champions, Cade & Murdoch, will be in action tonight, taking on the two men who made an impressive debut last week, DH Smith and Cody Rhodes.
World Tag Team Champions will also be in action, taking on The RKO Army, Chris Masters and Joey Mercury, after that explosion last week. But that’s not even close to all.
You ain’t lyin’, King. Because we’ve got possibly the biggest Ten Man Tag Team match up in Monday Night Raw history
! In one corner, MVP - Montel Vontavious Porter, John Morrison, ‘The Samoan Bulldozer’ Umaga, the Intercontinental Champion JBL, and the former WWE Champion, ‘The Legend Killer’ Randy Orton. Their opponents, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Kurt Angle, Ken Doane, ‘Caribbean Cool’ Carlito, ‘Mr. Monday Night’ Rob Van Dam … and the WWE Champion, ‘The Rated R Superstar’ Edge.
That’s huge, J.R! It’s gonna be a massive explosion! What a show.
And it all takes place here on Monday Night Raw.
*Backstage - Interview area*
Todd Grisham stands by, microphone in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Intercontinental Champion … John Bradshaw Layfield!
~ John Bradshaw Layfield walks into screenshot to a strong amount of heat, title belt on his shoulder, dressed in a nice suit, with his white hat on his head and Angelina Williams by his side.
JBL, last week here on Raw, you were notified, in pretty embarrassing fashion, that you will be competing in a number one contenders Eight Man Battle Royal next week on Raw. You have requested this time to talk about that. How do you think your opponents will feel after you insulted ALL of them last week?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Son, the next time you call me “JBL,” or “John,” or “Johnny Boy,” anything instead of “Mr. Layfield,” I will slap those glasses right off of your disgusting face.
~ Layfield angrily glares at Grisham for a minute, before his face lightens up.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Now onto your pathetic question. I didn’t insult anybody last week … I was joking around. That’s all it was. It was meant for laughs. You think I would insult great wrestlers like Shawn Michaels, Kurt Angle, and Randy Orton? No … of course not. I love those guys. They are great wrestlers, and fiery competitors, and I respect each and every one of them for the tremendous talents that they are. Anybody who has at least half a brain knows that John Bradshaw Layfield was NOT insulting anyone. It’s not my style. I--
~ The attention of JBL slowly turns to his left … as ‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels walks into screenshot, getting quite a few boos here tonight. Layfield puts on a pretentious smile.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Shawn Michaels, one of my favorite wrestlers around today.
~ Layfield extends his hand to Michaels, and HBK accepts it.
You seem … different tonight, John. You don’t seem as animated as last week. Everything all right?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Everything’s great, Shawn. I--
All things considered, I should probably be the one animated, right? How did you describe me last week? A … “coked-up stripper?”
~ The crowd lets out an “Oh” as JBL shakes his head, and lets out another phony smile.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Shawn … haha, I was just joking last week. Y’know, you’re not the only guy with a sense of humor around this place. I can let my hair down every once in a while.
~ HBK smiles.
Of course, I
know it’s a joke … but I’d be worried about some of the people out there tonight. As intense as Angle is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been watching what you said about him all week over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and … over. And Morrison? You know he’s got Melina in his ear, and when that happens, there’s no tellin’ WHAT
that kid’ll do. Remember Backlash? The kid didn’t even bother to show up. I’d watch my back out there tonight if I were you, John.
~ Michaels walks off, with a clear smirk on his face, though out of JBL’s view. Layfield looks incredibly nervous now after Michaels’ little ‘pep talk’. Bradshaw turns to Angelina.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
This is all your fault.
*Backstage - Mickie James’ Locker Room*
Beth Phoenix, dressed to compete, warms up with her usual semi-scowl, stretching out her arms, before she bends over and does the same to her legs. Soon enough, the Women’s Champion Mickie James eases between the legs of Phoenix, sliding on her stomach. Mickie switches over onto her back, with her and Beth now face-to-face, inches apart.
You ready for tonight?
~ Mickie cocks her eyebrow. Beth rolls her eyes.
I said I’m ready.
Three wins in a row for Victoria.
You already lost to Victoria once alrea--
~ Beth’s face scrunches up with a bit of anger. Mickie sighs.
Beth … we need this.
I’m on it.
~ Mickie taps Beth on the nose.
Then let’s go.
~ Beth backs up, grabs Mickie’s hand and yanks the Women’s Champion up to her feet. The two divas then leave the locker room.
2 - Victoria vs. Beth Phoenix w/Women’s Champion Mickie James
Beth Phoenix’s offense differs very much from Trish Stratus’ last week, and that causes Victoria to change up the pace as well. Beth consistently goes for the ‘knockout shot’, throwing mammoth right hands and clotheslines at the number one contender, but Vicky uses her superior speed to avoid the blows. Eventually, however, Beth shows she’s more than a one-trick pony, and displays her own appreciable quickness, avoiding a Victoria clothesline, before she drops Vicky with a clotheslines of her own.
The finish comes when Phoenix shows some incredible power and plants Vicky with a POWERBOMB … before -- without even breaking her original grip -- SHE LIFTS HER UP INTO POSITION FOR ANOTHER ONE … BUT VICKY COUNTERS INTO A SUNSET FLIP!! 1... 2... 3!!
Winner - Victoria via pin fall at 9:10.
Victoria gets back up to her feet while the crowd cheers her on, and the referee comes over and raises her hand. Phoenix looks around, completely stunned, but James decides to be a little more proactive than in recent weeks, shaking off her intense fear of Victoria, and MICKIE SLIDES INTO THE RING WITH THE TITLE BELT!!
Victoria has already won this match, but what the hell is Mickie James doing now!? The match is over, damn it!
Mickie charges at Vicky, but she quickly sidesteps the beautiful but semi-psychotic Women’s Champion!! Victoria then delivers a SHARP THRUST KICK to the face of James, KNOCKING MICKIE FROM THE RING!!
The crowd cheers Victoria on, but she can’t pay too much attention to the ovation, as BETH CHARGES AT HER AS WELL!! Picking her battles, Victoria quickly leaves the ring, with a smile. Beth angrily calls Vickie back in the ring, but the former Women’s Champion simply STEPS OVER MICKIE (“That’s a bad bitch” - Paul Mooney) , and heads back up the ramp smiling away, seemingly untouchable against anyone and everyone she faces as of late.
…………What the hell are we seeing, J.R.? Seriously, this is getting a little scary.
What we’re seeing is a WWE Diva who is in her prime, who is geared up, ready to go, looking for that elusive Women’s Championship, looking to end Mickie’s DOMINANCE of the title, and Victoria may just be the most driven and focused WWE superstar, male OR female,
on the ENTIRE
Rumor has it that the title match between Victoria and Mickie could be taking place at SummerSlam. If Victoria can keep this up for another month and a half, I don’t like Mickie’s chances.
*Backstage - GM’s Office*
Sitting on a couch in his office, Jonathan Coachman watches what’s happening in the ring … with his right hand in his pants. Coach slowly and huskily moans … what sounds like “Oh, Beth” … before there’s a knock on the door. Coach quickly takes his hand out of his pants, leaps up, runs over to his desk, sits down, and begins shuffling around papers.
Uh, come in.
~ Matt Striker walks in, holding his forehead, still in pain from his match tonight.
What do you need now, Matt? I’m kinda in the middle of something.
I’m sorry to intrude once more, Mr. Coachman, but I just wanted to apologize for losing my match tonight.
No … no, it’s not. I told you that I would get the job done and I didn’t. I just want to tell you how sor--
Matt, you put in the effort, baby boy, and that’s the only thing that matters here on the flagship program -- my
program -- Monday Night Raw. And to show you how much I appreciate the effort, you’re gonna get another match next week here on Raw!
~ Striker takes a step back, and covers his mouth with his hands, apparently overwhelmed with joy.
You won’t regret this, sir.
~ Striker extends his hand to Coach, and Coach accepts it.
Hand’s a little sticky.
~ Coach pulls his hand away anxiously, before he lets out a smile.
I … spilt some coffee earlier. Sorry about that.
~ Coach and Striker share a bit of an awkward stare …
See ya later, Matt.
~ Striker smiles and nods, before he exits the locker room, closing the door behind him. Coach brushes his hand on his pants as we fade out.
*Backstage - Hallway*
The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Kurt Angle, dressed to compete with a black “Tap or Snap” T-shirt on top, walks down a corridor. Angle stops a backstage worker.
Where’s Edge’s locker room?
End of the hall, take a right, should be the third door on your right, Mr. Angle.
~ Angle nods, and continues on his way … but is soon stopped … by Randy Orton! Angle glares at The Legend Killer, who is also dressed to compete, though he wears a black “RKO Army” T-shirt. Orton also looks far more serious than usual, as he prepares to speak to Angle.
Kurt … I know we’ve got this Ten Man Tag Team match up later tonight … but … what does it really mean?
Kurt Angle: (Smirking)
You’re gonna try to play head games with me, Orton? That’s where this is headed?
No, I mean seriously, Kurt … it’s just a match. A match just to bump Raw’s ratings for Coachman, a match that doesn’t benefit any one of us at all. Besides, you saw last week’s show. I can’t trust JBL after the crap he tried to pull last week. Hell, I can’t trust any of my tag team partners. Melina still hates my guts, and you know what a conniving snake Estrada is.
~ Angle continues to glare at Orton, as Randy continues.
… can you trust Rob Van Dam, the guy who was partly responsible for you not leaving Vengeance as the WWE Champion? And guys like Carlito and Doane? Please.
You’re wasting your time playing this game, Orton.
Am I lying!? Am I speaking the truth or not? You can’t trust those guys. Better yet … can you really trust Edge. Yeah Edge, the same guy that went at it with you tooth and nail less than a month ago? The same guy that ALWAYS does what’s best for his career at the expense of others? Now … I know I’m no saint, and I don’t try to be, but Edge has shown that at every single chance he’s ever gotten that he’ll do what it takes to make sure he stands at the top of the heap.
~ The Olympian tries not to let his emotions show, but he’s clearly taking what Orton’s saying to heart.
Tonight’s just a match. Kurt, next week in the Battle Royal is what matters. The title match at SummerSlam is what matters. Tonight is just for semantics. You can’t win the Battle Royal tonight, but if your teammates … more specifically, Edge, decide to look out for themselves instead of for the team … you can damn sure lose
that Battle Royal tonight.
~ Angle begins to nod a bit unconsciously.
You know Edge doesn’t want to put that belt on the line against you. Who would? I know I wouldn’t wanna face Kurt Angle. So what’s gonna stop him from letting you get your ass kicked out there tonight? Think about it. The worse for wear you are, the less of a chance you have of winning that Battle Royal, the less of a chance he’s got to put the gold on the line against the most explosive and intense superstar in the WWE today, Kurt Angle. Just … think about it, that’s all.
~ Orton slaps Angle on the shoulder, before he takes off down the hallway. Angle glares back at Orton, before rubbing his chin, in thought.
*Back to ringside*
3 - Non-Title Match
World Tag Team Champions The Redneck Wrecking Crew vs. DH Smith & Cody Rhodes
Coming off their first wins on WWE programming last week, Smith and Rhodes start this match up off on fire, giving the World Tag Team Champions a run for their money. That trend continues throughout, though the fans don’t seem to be all that behind this young duo, which isn’t that surprising, considering we know nothing besides that they have important last names. In the end, it’s Smith’s and Rhodes’ inexperience which costs them the chance to leap into the title picture. Rhodes ends up on the outside of the ring, and the RWC show their ability to work as a well-oiled machine, hitting the Sweet ‘n’ Sour on Smith within the allotted five second count, and pick up the victory.
Winner - The Redneck Wrecking Crew via pin fall at 6:53.
**That underlined part is important because I want you to know that that is intentional, not an oversight. **
*Backstage - Interview Area*
Todd Grisham stands by, microphone in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, and one of the ten men involved in our main event tag team match … ‘The Samoan Bulldozer’ Umaga!
~ Umaga walks into screenshot, focused on his thumb, as Armando Alejandro Estrada, shades, hat and all, enters as well.
Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Pero … that’s enough. You don’t even have the class to introduce me?
I’m sorry, it’s jus--
Armando Alejandro Estrada:
Me amigo … you’re worthless. MY NAAAME ES ARMANDOOO ALEJANDROOO ESTRRRRRRRRADA!! HAHA!!
~ Crowd pops in the background.
Armando Alejandro Estrada:
And we’ve got no time for jour questions, because we’ve got a meeting with Umaga’s fellow teammates in a couple of minutes, and I don’t need ju annoying me or my monster. All that needs to be said, is that in the main event contest, every single WWE superstar watching will be put on notice. NOBODY can stop the Samoan Bulldozer! NOBODY can stop the single most dominant force that this business has ever seen! NOBODY can stop the man that single-handedly DESTROYED
that big dummy
Cactus Jack!! Tonight, every single person will learn to fear … THE SAAAAAAMOAN BULLDOZER … UUUUUUMAGA!!!
~ Estrada attempts to lead Umaga away…
What about Kurt Angle?
~ AAE stops in his tracks, and looks at Umaga … with a bit of fear.
Armando Alejandro Estrada:
~ Fired up by the mere mention of Angle’s name, Umaga snaps. He grabs poor Todd Grisham and FLINGS GRISHAM INTO THE BACKSTAGE SET!!! Umaga continues to let out unintelligible yells, as Estrada calls him away, begging him to relax.
*Backstage - Edge’s Locker Room*
Dressed in his ring attire, along with his trademark leather jacket, Edge wears the WWE Title around his waist, as he stands up in the middle of the room with Lita by his side. The camera soon pans away from The Rated R Superstar and around the room, showing us Ken Doane, Rob Van Dam and Carlito, all dressed to compete, along with Bill Alfonso, who joins his ECW alumnus.
Carlito doesn’t even know why he’s in ‘dis match. Even though Carlito beat Randy Orton last week fair and square in the middle of the ring … Carlito’s not in the Battle Royal next week … which means ‘dat Carlito’s not getting a WWE Title shot at SummerSlam, and ‘dat … ‘das not cool.
Look, I don’t know why you or Doane are in this match--
Who knows why Coachman does anything?
But you’re in it, which means that we’ve got to work this together, if not to impress, than just to kick ass. Out of the five people we’re going up against, there’s got to be somebody on that team who you’ve wanted to get your hands on for a long time. JBL … Umaga … Morrison … MVP … Randy Orton. It doesn’t mat--
~ Kurt Angle walks in, and nonchalantly joins the group with his arms folded over his chest. Edge lets out a grin.
How nice of you to take the time out of your busy schedule to join us, Kurt.
Do I work for you?
No, but as you can see, each and every one of your teammates out there tonight managed to make it here, so we could get on the same page and handle business out there tonight--
~ Angle shakes his head in disgust at Edge’s ‘gall’.
I’ve been handling business in this place since I got here, so believe me, I don’t need you to tell me how to get the job done. It doesn’t matter if it’s one-on-one, a Triple Threat, Battle Royal, Royal Rumble, Hell in a Cell or a Ten Man Tag Team Match, I come out untouched and badder than ever. YOU
of all people should know that.
~ Edge shakes his head like Angle earlier, but he shakes it at Angle’s incredibly volatile and confrontational attitude.
And secondly, you guys may be listed as my partners out there tonight, but you just stay the hell out of my way when we get in that ring. I don’t trust you people as far as I can throw you an--
Can’t trust us!? In case you haven’t noticed, Angle, the four of us don’t exactly go out for beers with one another every night. We don’t hang out, and we aren’t going to start after tonight. But the fact is, we’re willing to put that aside tonight to get a win out there. And as far as you going out there and doing it all alone tonight, considering the way you’ve pissed Umaga off and got your ass kicked by him last week, for some strange reason, I just don’t see you doing much damage against him and four other
guys here tonight.
~ The tension picks up about tenfold as Lita, RVD, Fonzie, Doane and Carlito watch intently as Angle glares furiously at Edge, who doesn’t back down an inch from the (overly) intense Olympian. Van Dam puts his hand on Edge’s shoulder.
Rob Van Dam:
Edge, just relax, bro.
Kurt Angle: (To Edge)
You self-righteous son of a bitch, you can preach teamwork, and cooperation and all that other crap if you want, but I ain’t buyin’ it. The rest of these idiots may forget your past like it never happened, but you’ve always looked out for you first, and you’ve always done what it takes to come out on top, no matter what the cost to anybody else.
~ Edge seems a bit taken aback by that, being reminded of his not so distant past. The rest of the team seem to take a bit more notice as well, staring at The Rated R Superstar (and Van Dam takes his hand off Edge’s shoulder).
Yeah, I remember how you won your first WWE Championship … Mr. Money in the Bank
. I remember the reason you put that Rated R Army of yours together, and I remember you using it to take out some of the people in this very room.
~ Edge’s rubs his beard with Angle making a damn good point.
Don’t think I put it past you to screw one of us over to set yourself up for an easy victory at SummerSlam. So, as for going out there and working as a team … thank you … but no thank you. I think I’ll look out for myself.
~ Angle storms off out of the locker room, leaving us with a shot of Edge simply following Kurt with his eyes, while Van Dam, Carlito, Fonzie and Sabu all look at the WWE Champion suspiciously.
4 - Charlie Haas vs. Mark Jindrak
Haas makes his first appearance on WWE programming since pre-Vengeance, taking on Mark Jindrak. Poor Jindrak can’t catch a break since coming back (because I’ve got nothing for him), and tonight is no different. Haas runs through his offensive arsenal, before he finishes off MJ with the Haas of Pain.
Winner - Charlie Haas via submission at 4:41.
Haas gets his hand raised … but soon calls for a microphone. HAAS ON THE MIC~! He’s soon handed one by Lillian Garcia. Charlie doesn’t look all the happy, considering he just picked up a win…
Charlie Haas: (Breathing somewhat heavily)
So here I am again … after another ‘big break’ has passed me by … after another missed opportunity … yeah … here I am. Back to meaningless matches … back to nothingness. How long am I gonna have to wait … before I catch a break … how long … ?
~ Haas shakes his head and drops the mic, while the crowd remains relatively silent, not sure of what to make of Haas’ speech. Charlie rolls out of the ring, and heads back up the ramp, head down.
*Backstage - Randy Orton’s Locker Room*
‘Eclectic’ doesn’t even begin to describe the scene of the RKO locker room at the moment.
MVP sits on Orton’s couch, surrounded by his Playgirls, who feed the superstar grapes, while Luther Reigns stands as stoic as always. Opposite Porter, Orton sits on the other couch in the room, flanked by Chris Masters and Joey Mercury. In one of the corner’s, Armando Estrada talks to Umaga, getting the big Samoan Bulldozer hyped up for tonight’s main event. In another corner, JBL nervously looks around the room at his teammates, looking to see if any harbor any anger from his comments last week, as Angelina attempts to calm him down.
~ Orton turns to his Army.
Your match is up next, take off.
~ All three stand up, and Orton bumps knuckles with both, before Mercury and Masters head off out of the locker room. The Legend Killer waits another couple of seconds anxiously, before he’s finally had enough.
Hey, get your asses out here!!
~ After another couple of seconds, Melina and John Morrison make their way out of the bathroom.
The mirror in your bathroom is WAY
If I knew you were gonna be here, I would’ve had a mirror put on the ceiling, so you could look at it while you’re in your favorite position -- on your back.
~ Orton lets out a shit-eating grin, and Morrison takes a step toward him, before Orton puts his hands up.
Sorry. Look, my fault, okay? Tonight isn’t about rehashing old rivalries, tonight isn’t even about who’s gonna win that Battle Royal next week and go to SummerSlam. Just like we all have one goal in mind for next week, we all need to have the same
goal in mind for this
~ The stars in the room begin to pay attention to what Orton is saying, as he begins to speak to all of them, not just Morrison and Melina. MVP even waves off the grapes. Srs bzns.
Tonight is about sending a message to each and every fan out there and that arena, and who’ll be watching tonight. Tonight is about sending a message to WWE Management. And with the WWE Champion out there, you can send any message you want.
~ Orton stares at Porter.
You want to prove that you’ve arrived? You want to prove that you’re the real thing? You want to prove that you’re worth every single cent that they spent on you, you can prove it here tonight. You go out to that ring, and you prove it. You prove that you’re half-man, half-amazing. You prove that you’re the future of this business, you prove that you’re the MVP of the W - W - E.
~ Layla, Kelly and Brooke applaud MVP, who nods with a smirk on his face; Orton turns to JBL.
Bradshaw, you don’t need me to tell you anything, bro. You’re the man -- the Intercontinental Champion, former WWE Champion, one of the only Grand Slam Champions in WWE history
! This is your night.
~ Bradshaw seems surprised, but eventually lets out a smirk; Orton turns back to Morrison and Melina.
I know we don’t see to eye-to-eye, but John, I’m gonna need you out there tonight. Yeah, you’ve got the new hair, and the new look, and the new name, and you’ve got the cool moves. But tonight, that won’t mean a damn thing if you don’t put it all together in that ring. You’re gonna have nine of the best superstars in the world
in that ring with you tonight, and every pair of eyes of every single Raw fan in the world is gonna be locked
! Get … the job … done.
~ Morrison nods a bit as Orton turns to Umaga and Estrada.
What have you been saying for the last couple of weeks, Estrada? You’ve been saying Umaga is the man, Umaga is an animal, Umaga is the most dominant superstar in the WWE today. Well, tonight you’ve GOTTA PROVE IT!! You don’t prove it by beating Mick Foley, it means nothin’!! It’s been done before, I’ve done it before!! You prove it by going out to that ring and DOMINATING an Olympic Gold Medalist!! You prove it by going out there, and DOMINATING everybody in that ring!! You prove it by dominating the WWE Champion!!
~ Umaga lets out an animalistic roar, as Estrada puts on his usual
awesome goofy-looking grin. Orton puts his hand out face-down as he looks around the room.
We in it together? (Takes another look around the room)
Are we in this together?
~ The heels look around at one another, before they all put their hands on top of Orton’s, capped off by Umaga, who lets out another yell. Orton smirks, impressed with his ability to pull this group together within the span of a couple of minutes, which shows his maturity and development since three months ago when he was responsible for the partial implosion of his RKO Army … or does it just show he’s much better at manipulating things to his advantage nowadays? Oh, the intrigue.
5 - Tag Team Match
America’s Most Wanted w/Gail Kim vs. The RKO Army
These two tandems continue the intensity which started in last week’s brawl. Masters and Mercury seem to perform much better in this tag team setting than they have taking on main eveners one on one, managing to ‘hang’ with the former World Tag Team Champions throughout the contest. The finish comes when Masters looks to put the match away, after a botched Death Sentence attempt has left Harris incapacitated on the outside. Masters grabs the legal man, Storm, and puts him in The MASTERLOCK!! Storm struggles to get free, and inches towards the ropes … only to have it pulled back by TREVOR MURDOCH!! Out of the referee’s view, Murdoch smirks as Storm attempts to put his foot on the ropes, but it’s of no uses, and soon enough, Masters pulls him back toward the middle of the ring. Soon thereafter, Storm passes out from the pain.
Winner - The RKO Army via submission at 8:13.
While Masters and Mercury celebrate in the ring, Murdoch heads back up the entrance ramp, and slaps hands with World Tag Team Champion partner Lance Cade, who waits at the top of the ramp. The Redneck Wrecking Crew arrogantly smirk at the top of the ramp, while Harris joins Storm in the ring.
*Backstage - Hallway*
Randy Orton and his teammates (and their respective valets, managers, bodyguards, etc) leave his locker room, and apparently head towards the ring. Everyone seems relatively excited for the match up, even JBL, who still seems a little suspicious, but has gotten over it for the most part. The massive group continue to head down the hallway, but their attention is soon turned to … Shawn Michaels, who sits on one of the near-by crates with a cup in his hand and a smirk on his face.
I love it. A display of unity before the big tag match … Kinda strange to see though, considering you’ll all be at each other’s throats next week in that Battle Royal.
Save the mind games for someone else, Michaels.
~ HBK lets out a knowing smirk.
You’re right, I apologize. I should expect more from a crybaby -- I mean, a great former WWE Champion like yourself.
~ And with that statement, all of JBL’s insecurities rush right back to him, as Orton’s face scrunches up a bit. HBK gets up from his seat and takes a drink, before he sets his cup down.
Good luck to ya all. (Looks right at JBL)
I think some of you may REALLY
~ Layfield glares at Orton, and Orton glares right back. The two men both let out uneasy smiles, before they begin to continue their trek. Once everyone leaves view…
Ha … it’s been a fun night.
6 - Main Event; Ten Man Tag Team Match
WWE Champion Edge, Kurt Angle, Rob Van Dam, Carlito and Ken Doane
vs. Randy Orton, John Bradshaw Layfield, Umaga, John Morrison and MVP
A bit of a clusterfuck to kick things off, until the faces eventually gain the advantage, sending the heels from the ring. Once everything gets settled, Edge and Morrison end up as the legal men in the ring. The two follow a similar ebb and flow as they did last week, with Edge’s experience beating out Morrison for the couple of minutes their in the ring with one another.
Having enough of Edge, Morrison tags in UMAGA!! Edge, ready to fight, is shocked when KURT ANGLE tags himself into the match!! The crowd erupts and gets up to its collective feet as Angle and Umaga stare at each other from across the ring. Umaga lets out a roar, and Angle lets out loud yell, before the two superstars charge at each other, and begin exchanging right hands! The Samoan Bulldozer eventually gains the advantage, with a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs of Angle!
Umaga then grabs Angle and GOES FOR THE SAMOAN SPIKE - but Angle ducks his hand, and FLATTENS UMAGA WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! The crowd pops huge for Angle, but Kurt isn’t done, and attempts to put Umaga in the ANKLE LOCK!! Umaga shows some impressive power and merely muscles his way into the corner, and tags in JBL!!
Layfield mouths “oh crap”, before he steps into the ring, while Angle waves him on in. Kurt backs up into his corner, bouncing up and down a bit … but RVD tags himself in! Angle angrily glares at Van Dam, but RVD pays him no mind, and goes at it with JBL. After a minute or two of being on the receiving end of Van Dam’s fast-paced, high-octane offense, JBL finally cuts him off with a stiff boot to the face!!
Angelina Williams applauds at ringside, but that soon stops, as Bradshaw comes up limp, hobbling a bit. Layfield makes the tag to Orton, while RVD gets up and tags in ‘Caribbean Cool’ Carlito. While Carly and Orton do battle in the ring, the camera focuses in on Bradshaw, who sits on the apron and JBL is holding his right knee in pain. Soon enough, a couple of referees run down to the ring, and Layfield is helped to the back as we cut to our final commercial break.
Back from the break, MVP is in control, stomping away on Doane in the corner. Porter then shoots Doane into the opposite corner, before he charges in, going for the BIG BOOT in the corner - but Doane moves, and Porter straddles the turnbuckle!! Doane then grabs Porter by the neck, and drills him with a strong NECKBREAKER!! MVP and Kenny lay out on the canvas, while the referee begins his ten count. Both superstars begin the trek towards their corner, and eventually, the tags are made to both RANDY ORTON AND EDGE!!
The crowd roars as Edge and Orton step into the ring … BUT ANGLE TAGS HIMSELF IN AGAIN!!! Furious, Edge gets in Angle’s face about it … and Kurt SHOVES The Rated R Superstar!! The champion angrily glares at Angle … BEFORE HE SLAPS THE WRESTLING MACHINE!! Orton watches with a smirk, and the crowd groans (along with their teammates) as Angle and Edge implode before their very eyes. The Olympian smirks … before he KICKS EDGE in the gut - AND PLANTS HIM WITH THE ANGLE SLAM!!!
The crowd lets out a mixed reaction, clearly leaning towards heat, as Angle stares down at the fallen WWE Champion, his own teammate. RVD gets in the ring, asking Angle what the hell is wrong with him, but Kurt will have none of it, turning Van Dam around, before he PLANTS RVD WITH A GERMAN!! Carlito gets in, and throws a left, but Angle ducks it, and takes Carly down with a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Doane gets in, but Angle kicks him in the gut, and tosses him over the top rope!!
ANGLE HAS TAKEN OUT ALL OF HIS OWN TEAMMATES!!
Angle then turns toward Orton, who lets out a smirk and extends his hand. Kurt walks towards him - AND SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF ORTON’S MOUTH, before he begins to rain down hard right hands on The Legend Killer as the crowd roars!!
Soon enough, Armando Estrada distracts the referee … while Umaga, MVP and Morrison all enter the ring and ALL ATTACK ANGLE!! With boots and fists being brought down upon him, Angle is dropped quickly to the mat. The three illegal stars then back off, as Orton brings Angle up to his feet, BEFORE DROPPING HIM AGAIN - THIS TIME WITH THE RKO!!!
Orton does his ‘Destiny’ pose to big-time heat … but MVP tags himself in! Orton looks upset at first … but soon moves out of the way. Porter covers Angle. 1... 2... NO! Morrison pulls him off!! Morrison and MVP begin arguing, until Umaga steps into the ring, and begins yelling at the both of them. Morrison and Porter both give Mags a bit of a push … and The Samoan Bulldozer will have none of it, CLOTHESLINING THEM BOTH DOWN!!
Umaga doesn’t get to celebrate for too long, as Van Dam, Doane, Edge and Carlito get back up to their feet … and attack Umaga!! The referee counts to five … then waits … then waits some more for the brawl to end, but it doesn’t, and he throws the match out!!
Winner - No Contest at 14:53.
Porter and Morrison get back up to their feet, and attack Doane and Van Dam, while Carlito brawls with Umaga. Orton slowly climbs down from the apron with a smirk, watching as the Battle Royal next week gets easier and easier.
This is crazy, J.R.!!
The Legend Killer doesn’t get to smile for long … AS EDGE DROPS ORTON WITH A RIGHT HAND!! Edge mounts Orton and begins to rain down right hands on The One Man Dynasty, while all hell continues to break loose on the inside!!
And it’s all about the WWE Championship!! Next week, Eight Man Battle Royal; Kurt Angle, John Morrison, MVP, Rob Van Dam, Shawn Michaels, JBL, Umaga and Randy Orton all battle it out for a shot to punch their ticket to SummerSlam!!!
*Backstage - Shawn Michaels’ Locker Room*
HBK sits on a chair in his locker room, smiling away as he watches his monitor. Shawn Michaels stands up, and turns off his monitor.
Oh, the intensity. (J.R. imitation)
THEY’RE TRYNA KILL EACH OTHER!! IT’S GONNA BE A SLOBBERKNOCKER!! (Stops)
Haha, good show--
~ Michaels falls to the ground in a heap, clutching his back and screaming like a madman after being struck in his surgically-repaired back! The camera pans over to show…
…JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD holding a steel chair.
With his typical toothy grin, Bradshaw takes a long look at Michaels … then drops the chair and calmly walks out of the locker room, not even hobbling a little bit, not a damn thing wrong with leg.
Son of a…
~ On the outside of the locker room, Angelina Williams waits with the IC Title on her shoulder while JBL approaches with a sly smirk.
You think that was a smart move?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I’m sending that punk a message. Nobody tries to manipulate JBL. Besides … he may be a great … but he’s 200 pounds soaking wet with a brick in his pocket, and need I remind you, it’s a Battle Royal. What’s the harm in it?
~ Angelina stares at Layfield blankly.
You’re not actually hurt.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
What if Michaels, y’know … tells the rest of ‘em that you faked an injury to get out of the tag match? Won't they all look to get rid of ... you?
~ Owned; That revelation seems to have taken the wind out of JBL’s sails, as Angelina drops some news that would be rather obvious to a person who’s worried about winning … instead of satisfying his own ego. Several backstage workers begin to walk by Layfield, as JBL looks back at Michaels’ locker room with apprehension, and Angelina shakes her head, amazed by her client. Angelina and a stunned JBL continue on down the hall, but soon turn to their left, hearing one of the monitors backstage...
"MY GOD, these guys are trying to KILL each other!! It's gonna be a slobberknocker next week!! All hell is gonna break loose inside the Battle Royal!! See ya next week, everybody!!"
~ Layfield shakes his head again, and continues dejectedly down the hallway as we fade out.
End of Show
Current Card for SummerSlam
August 26th, 2007
East Rutherford, New Jersey
World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Mr. Kennedy vs. John Cena OR Batista OR The Rock
WWE Championship Match:
‘The Rated R Superstar’ Edge vs. Winner of #1 Contender’s Battle Royal