SmackDown; February 4th, 2007; Orlando, Florida
~ Opening Video
Before either Michael Cole or Tazz can speak…
***Burn In My Light*** Not even allowing the ‘Rise Up’ theme to play after the pyro, the infamous music of ‘The Legend Killer’ hits to huge hit from the Florida natives, as RANDY ORTON strides out down the ramp wearing his ‘Destiny’ t-shirt over his trunks, not even bothering with his pyro, his usually cool demeanour rather angered.
Just five nights ago at one of the most amazing Royal Rumble Pay-per-views I can remember, this man Randy Orton took part in the Triple Threat match for the World Heavyweight Championship. It was a losing effort though, as the Champion Batista walked out with the gold.
Both Randy Orton and The Undertaker put up one hell of a fight, but Randy’s the one who got pinned, and judging by his expression, he’s not too happy about that.
Orton enters the ring, not even bothering to pose, grabbing a mic from Tony Chimel.
Y’know, I’ve had almost an entire week to think about what happened last Sunday…
Heat for Orton regardless of his words.
I asked myself time and time again … but nothing seems to make sense.
More heat, whilst Orton just stares blankly ahead.
Nothing seemed to make sense that is until now … until now, now that there is one clear … a perfectly clear reason why I am not standing before you today the World Heavyweight Champion.
Orton sneers slightly, contemplating.
Y’see … I might have been saying it for the last few weeks … that Batista and The Undertaker couldn’t work together … but I guess last night proved me wrong.
A pop for the mention of the two fan favourites, but heat for Randy’s insinuation.
You all saw what happened at the Royal Rumble … you all saw that I was screwed out of becoming Champion by my two opponents working together to … TO TAKE ME OUT!!!
Boos for Orton, and a slight “Asshole” chant begins.
Take a look at the footage all you want, ‘cause that’s exactly … that’s exactly what I’ve done. I had that match won so many times it’s almost impossible … impossible that I don’t have the gold around my waist. The only explanation … is collusion.
Heat, whilst Orton shrugs.
Now, I’ve come to expect that kind of thing from Dave Batista –
Huge pop for the World Heavyweight Champion.
I’ve come to expect that from Batista, a guy who’s been a henchman all his life. When we were in Evolution together, he was nothing more than a glorified bodyguard!
A tiny smile threatens to emerge on Orton’s usually stony face.
That’s all he was until he decided to team up with Triple H to take … me ... out. ‘Cause let’s face it, Batista has always been jealous of me, ever since I became the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history. And last night, when he joined forces with The Undertaker … was just another example of that.
Orton is getting some major heat right now.
To be honest though, I really expected more from ‘The Deadman’. I mean it’s his whole thing to be a loner … a loner who accepts no help from anyone. Whenever I faced him last year … we did alone, we didn’t need any outside assistance. I guess things change though.
The initial pop for The Undertaker is drowned out by boos for Orton.
But I’ve not come out here to talk … you all saw it for yourself last night, and I’m sure even Teddy Long did too. I DESERVE a rematch for the World Heavyweight Championship. It can happen tonight, it can happen at No Way Out in three weeks time … I DON’T CARE!!!
Mixed reaction for the prospect of the huge match up.
I don’t care when it is. All I care is that I get the one-on-one match with Batista that I was promised … so that I can once again take what is rightfully mine and fulfil … AND FULFILL MY DESTINY!!!
Boos from the fans.
So, Dave and Teddy Long, I’m giving you three choices here: the first is Dave comes down here right now and puts that belt on the line. The second, is Teddy comes down here and tells the world that I’m in the Main Event at No Way Out …
Orton walks towards the ropes and glares up the ramp.
And the third … the third is that I come back there and –
***I Walk Alone*** A thunderous ovation greets the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion, as, clad in his vest over his trunks with microphone in hand, BATISTA marches out onto the stage with the title over his shoulder, setting off his pyro before coming to the ring, where an infuriated Orton stands. Batista goes nose to nose with Randy, who backs off slightly.
You wanna say something to me, Randy?
Orton still looks furious, though slightly more apprehensive now.
Randy, I pinned your ass one … two … three, at the Royal Rumble, which means you go … to the back of the line for a title shot.
Cheers from the crowd, whilst Orton looks ready to blow a gasket. He lifts up his mic to speak, but ‘Tista cuts him off.
But I don’t work like that, Randy, you should know that by now.
Orton cocks his eyebrow curiously, whilst the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
You want a title shot tonight?
You’re damn right I want a title shot!!!
The crowd gasps a little at the ferocity of Orton’s reply … but that is broken, as Batista drops his title belt to the canvas and removes his shirt to screams from the female fans.
Let’s do it then.
Batista drops his mic and goes nose to nose with Orton, who looks strangely wild. The two are about to go at it when…
***MacMillitant*** The crowd does not look too happy to see the normally popular General Manager, as THEODORE LONG strides out onto the stage with microphone in hand.
Now hold on a second there, playas!
Out of the two men in the ring, it is actually Randy Orton who backs up first, whilst Batista angrily snatches up his mic again.
NO! NO! No, Teddy, not tonight. No interfering! No getting in the way! Randy wants a match … so I’m gonna give him a damn match!!!
Batista scowls at Long and turns back to Orton, who is standing a little across the ring. Teddy scratches his chin before speaking again.
Well you see, Batista, that’s jus’ the thing. Las’ night, it was Randy Orton who you pinned to win the match, playa. So, as for you being the Number One Contender at No Way Out, Randy, I’m jus’ not feelin’ dat.
A huge pop from the crowd, as Orton steams in the ring.
But I’ll tell you what, tonight I’m gonna do you both a favour, playa. Batista, you will get the chance to get your hands on Randy Orton, and, Randy, you will get your chance to prove that you deserve another title shot.
Both men cock their eyebrows as the crowd buzzes.
‘Cause it’s gonna be Randy Orton … teamin’ with the United States Champion Booker T…
… And JBL.
An even larger amount of heat for ‘The Wrestling God’.
And they will face the World Heavyweight Champion Batista … and his partners … Matt Hardy …
… And the man who was not pinned from the Triple Threat Match at the Royal Rumble … THE UNDERTAKER!!!
The crowd nearly blow the roof off the arena, whilst Batista grimaces at this news, remembering what happened the last time he was in a tag team match with ‘The Phenom’ as a partner.
But that ain’t all, playas, ‘cause I can tell ya now, Batista, that either the man standing next to ya right now, Randy Orton … the United States Champion Booker T … the man who held the WWE title for 10 months JBL … a man who has been impressin’ me week in and week out, Matt Hardy … or a man that you have never beaten, The Undertaker … one of those men will face you at No Way Out for the World Heavyweight Championship!!!
Another huge pop from the fans, whilst Batista nods slowly, and Randy shakes his head furiously, seeing the odds stacked against him.
But, playa, I’m gonna wait until after the Main Event tonight to tell you that man is gonna be. Ya can dig this I hope? Gentlemen … HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA!!!
***MacMillitant*** Long’s music plays again, as the smiling General Manager strolls off the stage to cheers, having won back the crowd’s support with a huge Main Event.
Back in the ring, Batista watches Teddy leave, nodding thoughtfully from behind … WHEN SUDDENLY ORTON ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND LOOKING FOR THE RKO … BUT BATISTA SHOVES RANDY OFF THROUGH THE ROPES!!!
The crowd pops again, as Orton goes through the middle ropes and leaps up furiously, scowling at the World Heavyweight Champion with utter contempt. Batista smirks at Orton, who is going nuts, kicking over the Steel Steps and hurling chairs around, as ‘The Animal’ ascends to the top rope with his belt.
Upon returning from the break, we get a brief look of Orlando, Florida, before heading back to ringside.
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to Friday Night SmackDown, on what has already been a crazy night. Before the break, Teddy Long made the announcement for the Six-Man Tag Match later tonight, with one the five other men besides Batista, facing the Champ at No Way Out.
No doubt, Cole, that’s one hell of a huge announcement from my man, Teddy Long. I – I have no idea who it could be; I mean, The Undertaker and Randy Orton were both in the title match at the Rumble, but JBL is a former WWE Champ, and lasted nearly 40 minutes on Sunday. Matt Hardy went nearly that long, and Booker T is the U.S Champ, and hasn’t lost a match all year. That’s five of this show’s top athletes if you ask me.
***London’s Calling*** Decent pop from the crowd, as out rushes the exciting young team of BRIAN KENDRICK and PAUL LONDON, who sprint to the ring, performing their usual antics.
***Mexicool*** The ever familiar hum of the Juan Deeres can be heard, as SUPER CRAZY and PSICOSIS ride out onto the stage to a good reception, before down to meet their partners.
Well, here’s some men who were part of that impressive showing from the Cruiserweights at the Royal Rumble. Guys like Cruiserweight Champion Kid Kash, Chavo Guerrero, as well as these guys, really stuck it to the bigger men.
You ain’t kiddin’, Cole. Those Cruiserweights coulda had that Wrestlemania spot if they’d worked together. But … I guess they like to jump around just a little bit too much.
***Duo*** Barely any reaction for the team of JAMES and CHAD DICK, as they swagger down to the ring, applying the baby oil as they do so.
***St. Georges March*** Instant heat for the rough and tough team of WILLIAM REGAL and PAUL BURCHILL. Both men are clad in their robes, and Regal looks particularly annoyed, probably due to his Royal Rumble outing.
William Regal does not look like a happy man. He was hiding from Kane on the outside of the ring this past Sunday, until Charlie Haas decided he had seen enough and gave Kane what he wanted.
Those Raw guys were outta line. Regal coulda won us the damn Rumble, and I bet he’ll show that now and put his team in line for a future Tag Team title shot.
Match #1; Eight-Man Tag: The Hooligans & The Mexicools vs. The Dicks & The Bluebloods
A very exciting match to kick off tonight’s show with, with all four teams looking to be the next challengers to the Champs, MNM. In the beginning we get a rather wild brawl, until it ends up with everyone but Paul London and Psicosis brawling of the outside. Both men leap over the top with huge PLANCHAS wiping out every man. Things finally settle down though, after Burchill drives his knee into Super Crazy’s spine following an Irish Whip into the ropes from Regal. Crazy stumbles and Regal connects with and Exploder Suplex! 1… 2… NO!!! Regal tags in Burchill, who goes to work on Crazy instantly, sending the little Mexican into the corner. Burchill charges, but Crazy gets an elbow up, sending the Englishman reeling. Crazy leaps up to the top rope and goes for the MOONSAULT … but Burchill moves, and Crazy lands on his feet. Burchill quickly grabs him from behind in a half nelson though, before connecting with a Half-Nelson Suplex! 1… 2 … NO!!! Burchill works over the neck of Crazy now though, tagging in his partner Regal frequently, until finally seeing fit to bring in James Dick. Dick shows his lack of technical prowess and lifts Crazy off the mat and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Dick lowers his head too early, and Crazy somersaults over his back, catching him with a cracking Enziguiri the moment James turns around. Super Crazy quickly tags in Psicosis, who heads up top, catching James with a Flying Crossbody! 1… 2… NO!!! Psicosis scoops James up and head over to the corner, setting The Dick up for a Tornado DDT, but Chad makes a blind tag. Psicosis gets levelled by Chad, who quickly works with his brother to nail a SUPERPLEX! 1… 2… Crazy breaks it up!!! Chad lifts Psicosis up and Irish Whips him into the ropes, but the Luchador comes right back with a Flying Headscissors! Psicosis tags in Kendrick! Kendrick charges and catches Chad with a Hurricanrana. In comes James quickly, but Super Crazy wipes him out with a Missile Dropkick! Regal and Burchill assess the situation, but decide against helping their partners, and drop off the apron. Kendrick tags in London, who flies from the top rope with the 450 SPLASH! 1… 2… 3!!!
Winners: The Hooligans & The Mexicools
A really nice pop from the crowd, after the fast and frantic match up. William Regal and Paul Burchill don’t really seem too bothered, leaving The Dicks high and dry, whilst Kendrick, London, Crazy and Psicosis celebrate jubilantly in the ring. Both The Hooligans and Mexicools make the title gesture around their waists, and glances nervously at one another.
We cut quickly to backstage, where JOSH MATTHEWS is standing by with his microphone.
Hello, everybody, joining me now is the former WWE Champion … John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield.
The crowd is booing even before JBL enters the shot, which he finally does, clad in his ski-jacket and cowboy hat. JILLAN HALL is right behind him.
Now, JBL, you’re involved in a huge Main Event tonight that could possibly earn you an opportunity to challenge Batista at No Way Out, but last Sunday at the Royal Rumble you –
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Listen, James, nobody wants to hear your questions, nobody wants to hear you run your mouth in that ridiculously high-pitched voice. You’re a microphone monkey, that’s all you are. So do your DAMN job and hold the stick still so that the fans can all hear what their idol has to say.
Heat from the crowd, whilst Matthews cowers slightly.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
At the Royal Rumble, yet again someone had the nerve to tell me to MY FACE that they did not … know … my … name. Better yet, they insulted me. BETTER YET … they implied that I … I JOHN ‘BRADSHAW’ LAYFIELD … was not a ‘MAN’ … was not ‘THE MAN’ of the W … W … E!!!
More boos, as JBL tries to compose himself.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield: Just as it is the truth that I held the WWE title longer than ANYONE in the last decade … just as it’s the truth that I defeated men such as Eddie Guerrero, Booker T, The Undertaker, Big Show and Matt Hardy … just as it’s true that the American economy is being ravished each and EVERY day by immigration … IT IS TRUE … IT IS A DAMN FACT … THAT THERE IS NO BIGGER ‘MAN’ IN THE WWE THAN ME!!!
Jillian applauds sycophantically, whilst JBL ignores the crowd.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Ric Flair, you wanna walk around backstage like you’re ‘The Man’? You wanna walk around with your head so far up your own ass that you think everyone should respect you? That everyone should look up to you? Ric, I don’t care how many Internet polls have you listed as the greatest wrestler of all time; I don’t care if you were big in the eighties! This is 2006 … this is the time of JBL … a wrestler who everyone can look up to … a true AMER – ICAN HERO!!!
The crowd is very loud in the background now, as JBL sneers.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Jealousy isn’t a good thing, Ric, and putting me out of the Royal Rumble was the worst mistake of your ninety-year career! But guess who walked out of the damn arena huh? And who is lying in a bed right now drinking through a DAMN STRAW!!!?
Jillian nods frantically, and JBL grins at her.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Come hell or high water, I ALWAYS get the job done, and no matter what washed up World War Two veteran tries to stop me … I will be in the Main Event of Wrestlemania Twenty-Two when I’m named the Number One Contender tonight. Ric … Ric, I smell like smoke because I … have walked … through fire. You, Ric, smell like blood … ‘cause I slapped you in the face!
MASSIVE HEAT now for JBL.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
The time of Ric Flair is done, and I’ll prove that next week, when I hold a … ‘memorial’ for ‘The Nature Boy’ (cue toothy grin)
… when I’m Number One Contender. I’ll show you all that now is the time of the ‘WRESTLING –
MATT HARDY steps into the frame to huge cheers, going nose to nose with his rival, JBL.
Matt Hardy: (Whispering intensely)
Right now, John, you’re the most hated man in the business. Just thought I’d let you now.
JBL smirks carelessly.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Why’s that? Because I did what everyone has been dyin’ to do for thirty years? I shut that old man up and put him in the hospital? What’s the matter, Matt, was … (mocking voice)
good ol’ Naitch your hero in Carolina?
Hardy nods slowly, his eyes still locked with JBL’s.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield: (Whispering)
I wouldn’t worry about Ric, son, ‘cause he sure as hell won’t be worryin’ about you after what I do to you in that ring tonight.
You’ve been cheatin’ your way all these past months against me, John, and I guess I can live with that. But you do what you did last Sunday to a Legend … and we’ve got ourselves a serious problem, you Jackass –
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
WRESTLING GOD!!! DAMMIT, GET MY NAME RIGHT, OR I WILL SLAP IT INTO YOU JUST LIKE I DID THAT PIECE OF HUMAN GARBAGE RIC FLAIR!!!
“Oooos” and boos from the crowd, whilst Hardy looks up.
I just hope ya know, Bradshaw, there’s a big list of guys in the back here who are gunnin’ for ya, after what you did at the Royal Rumble … and me … (Right in JBL’s face)
I’m right at the top of that list…
Huge pop from the crowd, and for a few moments it looks as though Hardy is going to slug JBL one … but instead Matt pats Bradshaw on the shoulder, before roughly brushing past him, leaving ‘The Wrestling God’ looking furious …but also nervous.
Upon returning from the break, we head to backstage, and into the office of General Manager Theodore Long, who is just hanging up the phone, when he gets knock at his door.
We hear the door open and close, and in comes PAUL HEYMAN. Paul E. receives a VERY mixed reaction from the crowd, leaning towards boos. He and Long shake hands.
Mister Long, let me just say it’s an honour for me to finally meet you … sir.
The crowd actually boos Heyman’s familiar sycophantic ways.
Well, I knew Mister McMahon had hired ‘cha again, playa … but what made ya choose SmackDown?
Heyman cracks a little, furtive smile.
Let’s just say I have my … reason … Mister Long, and I can assure you that it will make quite an impact right here on Friday Nights.
I ‘preciate that, playa, but I’m afraid ya chose to holla at me at a bad time. I’m (checks his watch)
meetin’ one of my superstars here in a moment, ya dig?
Paul E. makes no move to leave the room, and instead grins.
I’m fully aware of that, Mister Long, and that’s actually why I chose this time to introduce myself to you. I’d like to get acquainted with the rest of the SmackDown roster … if I may, sir?
Long nods happily, gesturing for Heyman to take a seat, which he does. There is a knock at the door shortly, and in comes … BOBBY LASHLEY to a good pop from the fans. Paul E. leaps to his feet immediately. Lashley is wearing his ‘Dominator’ vest and looks very unhappy.
You wanted to see me, Teddy?
Thas’ right, playa. Now you do know you’re supposed to be in action tonight, but word out … is that you ain’t up for it?
Lashley frowns, glancing quickly at Heyman, who appears oddly excited.
It’s just … why aren’t I a contender for the World title shot at No Way Out?
Ya know the score, Bobby, I chose those guys ‘cause of their performances at the Rumble or the last couple ‘o weeks. Las’ Sunday, ya didn’t do all that fine in the Rumble, playa, ya feel me?
Lashley’s head drops, but he looks up furiously.
No, I don’t, Teddy. ‘Cause you know what? I was dominating in that damn match at the Rumble until The Undertaker – a man who wasn’t even supposed to be in the ring – got his ass involved! I should be going to the Main Event at Wrestlemania, let alone No Way Out! It’s The Undertaker’s fault!!!
Paul Heyman: (Quietly)
Both Long and Lashley glance at Heyman, but Paul E. quickly looks away.
Bobby, playa, there ain’t nothin’ I can do ‘bout that, but I’m sorry. Ya gonna have to compete tonight anyway.
Bobby Lashley: (Through gritted teeth)
Heyman suddenly leaps up.
You know, Mister Lashley, I’m Paul –
Bobby Lashley: (Walking out)
Lashley storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him, whilst Paul Heyman looks on gleefully.
We cut back to ringside, where Michael Cole and Tazz are waiting.
Bobby Lashley not a happy man after being eliminated by The Undertaker last Sunday it seems. You have to feel for his opponent tonight, although, if you can believe this, this is a debutant Finlay, who actually requested that General Manager Teddy Long find him the best competition he had for his first match.
Oh man, I’m so hyped for this, baby. Finlay loves to fight, no doubt. He busted guys up left and right in the Rumble last Sunday with that … shillelagh. But Bobby Lashley looked pissed. This is gonna be great!
***Lambleg*** Some small heat for the relatively unknown as of yet FINLAY, who marches down the ramp stony faces, carrying his shillelagh in his hand, though the referee forces him to relinquish it.
***Unstoppable*** Big pop from the fans, as ‘The Real Deal’ Bobby Lashley storms out onto the stage trying to pump himself up. He sets off his pyro, before locking eyes with Finlay and heading straight down to the ring.
Prepare yourselves for one of the most physical matches in SmackDown history, folks. These are two rough, tough individuals.
I dunno if the damn ring’s gonna hold both men right now.
Match #2: Finlay vs. Bobby Lashley
Just like Cole and Tazz said, this is a very physical match up, especially thanks to Lashley’s anger. The collar and elbow tie up is a straight draw, as both men fight it to the outside. Back in the ring Lashley goes for an Irish Whip, but Finlay reverses it. Bobby lands in the corner and Finlay charges, but Lashley moves and the Irishman collides shoulder first with the Steel ring post. Lashley turns Finlay around and drills him with hard shoulder thrusts, ripping up the insides. Lashley sends Finlay into the ropes, hitting a big back body drop! 1… 2… NO!!! Lashley applies the body scissors/rear naked choke combination on the mat, trying to take the life out of Finlay, but the Irishman seems to be significantly pluckier than that. After breaking the hold, Lashley once again sends Finlay off the ropes with an Irish Whip, but this time Finlay grabs hold of the top rope. Lashley charges rashly, and gets elevated to the outside, where he lands awkwardly on his knee. Sensing this, Finlay shows the technician he his by going to work on the knee, slamming it against the ring apron, before rolling Lashley back into the ring and wrapping his leg around the steel post. Finlay also applies the Celtic Knot, really getting Lashley under pressure, until Bobby finally makes it to the ropes. Finlay tries to lock it in again, but Lashley shoves him away into the ropes. Finlay flies back and Lashley slams hi with a Spinebuster! 1… 2… NO!!! Lashley lifts Finlay up onto his shoulder going for the Running Powerslam, but Finlay slides off and shoves ‘The Real Deal’ into the ropes. Lashley comes right back with a SPEAR! 1… 2… NO!!! The debuting Irishman shows some real resilience against the onslaught of Lashley. Lashley looks for the Dominator, but Finlay shoves him into the turnbuckles chest first. Finlay grabs his shillelagh and walks towards Lashley … who back drops him over the top rope! Lashley picks up the shillelagh, but the referee grabs it walks away to throw it away. Lashley turns to lean over the top rope … STEEL CHAIR TO THE GUT! Finlay throws his weapon away, as Lashley reels, and lifts him up for the Celtic Cross … but Lashley rolls off and connects with another SPEAR! Lashley lays into Finlay with right hands, with the referee trying to pull him off, until Finlay reverses it and pummels Lashley. The two men brawl wildly, as the referee gets knocked down and calls for the bell, with things out of control.
Winner: No Contest
The two brawlers continue to fight across the canvas, as security floods the ring to try and split them up. Finlay tries to get hold of his shillelagh again, but is restrained. Lashley is fuming, whilst Finlay has a huge smirk on his face, as though he is pleased with the competition he has just found. Lashley is escorted from the ring still yelling, whilst Finlay wipes a little cut from his mouth, still grinning.
Returning back from the commercial break we cut backstage to where Bobby Lashley is still fuming, hurling crates around and stomping his way through the locker rooms.
We cut to see STEVE ROMERO is standing by.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time … Rey Mysterio.
A smiling Rey Mysterio steps into the shot to a BIG pop.
This past Sunday, Rey, you came up just short in your efforts to win the Royal Rumble. What are your thoughts right now, ahead of your match as well tonight with Ken Kennedy?
Rey nods slowly.
Before I sat anything about my match tonight, and just wanna say congrats to John Cena. I know the man, I respect the man, and he’s a close friend of mine. Mucho respeto a usted, el amigo.
Cheers from the fans, as Rey smiles.
Last Sunday at the Royal Rumble, I came up short yet again, I didn’t last as long as I did last year, and it hurt … it hurt, Steve, ‘cause I didn’t get the chance to show just how strong my desire to be a Champion truly is.
Mixed reaction from the crowd.
But … but now things are different. I lost my chance to headline Wrestlemania AND live my dream. But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to whine like Randy Orton. The Road To Wrestlemania starts tonight for Rey Mysterio, and you’re all gonna see that it takes much more than a cheap elimination from Booker T to keep me down. Tonight, I go one-on-one with Ken Kennedy … and I know just how much that guy likes to talk … but tonight he better shut his mouth ‘cause tonight he’s in for a taste of the 6 … 1 –
Mysterio stops and, along with Romero, turns to look, as BOOKER T and SHARMELL enter the shot to big heat, with smirks on their faces. Booker is carrying the U.S title over his shoulder.
Rey, Rey, Rey, Rey … when’re gonna learn? Ya messin’ in duh big leagues now, Rey Rey, where ya ain’t neva gonna win.
Rey looks on blankly, whilst Booker grins.
Y’see, Rey Rey, I tried to tell ya Sunday night before muh match. Butcha wouldn’t listen. You should take the damn hint, Rey Rey, when I put your sorry punk ass over the tope rope!!!
Sharmell: (Smiling broadly)
The crowd gives Sharmell heat, whilst Rey glances at her.
Tonight, Rey Rey, imma gonna be named Number One Contender to the World … Heavyweight … Championship. Like (glances at his U.S belt)
‘dis dawg needs any more gold around his waist.
Rey shakes his head from side to side, exasperated.
So, Rey Rey, you got a match wit’ Mister Kennedy? I betta warn ya, Rey Rey, Kennedy over 200 pounds …
Booker chuckles, and Sharmell laughs sycophantically, before patting the U.S Championship right in Mysterio’s face, before strolling off. Rey looks at Romero, and both men shrug.
We return to the arena.
Booker T is pathetic. Mocking Rey Mysterio like that. What he did at the Royal Rumble, eliminating Rey from behind, was despicable. I hope for the sake of SmackDown that he isn’t named Number One Contender.
Booker’s United States Champ, so I guess he’s got as good a chance as anyone, but I’ll agree, he shouldn’t make fun of Mysterio like that. We all know how Rey can hang with the heavyweights.
***Bawitaba*** More heat than usual for the Cruiserweight Champion KID KASH, as he struts out onto the stage, wearing his usual sneer, before heading to the ring.
***Turn It Up*** Scotty Too Hotty gets his bizarrely consistent pop, a she dances down to the ring.
What a performance Kid Kash put in at the Royal Rumble this past Sunday. He really took it to the competition; the eventual winner John Cena had a lot of trouble with Kash.
C’mon, Cole, he’s the Cruiserweight Champ. What did you expect?
Match #3; Non title: Kid Kash vs. Scotty Too Hotty
A showcase for the Cruiserweight Champion really, who really put himself on the map at the Royal Rumble. Scotty goes for the clothesline off the ropes, but Kash ducks and catches the dancer with a Hurricanrana. 1… 2… NO!!! Scotty rolls to the outside, and Kash follows him, vaulting off the ropes with the BANK ROLL! Kash throws Scotty’s arm into the steel post, before hurling him back into the ring. Kash folds Scotty’s injured arm up and takes him down with an arm breaker. Kash comes off the top with a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! 1… 2… Kash lifts Scotty up, saying, “I’m not done yet”. Kash drags the hapless veteran into the centre of the ring, lifts him up, and plants him with the DEAD LEVEL! 1… 2… 3!!!
Winner: Kid Kash
A very impressive outing from Kid Kash, who retrieves his Cruiserweight gold from the referee, before heading to the top rope to taunt the fans with it.
A video promo hyping the Royal Rumble replay this Sunday.
We cut to Teddy Long’s office once again, where Long is just chatting with Paul Heyman … until RANDY ORTON suddenly bursts in!!!
What the hell is this? Somethin’ I can do for ya?
Enough of this … this CRAP! Enough, Teddy! We both know that title shot at No Way Out belongs to me … ME!!!
Randy is positively fuming, as he has been all night, whilst Teddy stands his ground.
I make my own decisions, playa, ya feel me? Ya gotta earn that title shot, playa.
I DID EARN IT!!! I won the damn Battle Royal … but you went and put Undertaker in the match!!! I’m am STILL the real Number One Contender … (scowling, breathing heavily)
Now give me my title shot …
Orton is right in the GM’s face now, and Long is starting to look a little uncomfortable.
Randy, don’t try –
Give it to me.
You’ve got a –
Right now. I want my shot confirmed … now.
Teddy frowns and points to the door.
Ya gotta earn it, playa.
Orton eyes flash darkly, as though he is threatening to do something … before he turns to leave. Orton storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him with a crash. Both Teddy Long and Paul Heyman breathe a sigh of relief.
Back to ringside…
***Turn Up The Treble*** Initially a mixed reaction that becomes heat, as MR. KENNEDY strides down the ramp in his ‘Loud and Proud’ vest. Ken Kennedy steps into the ring and raises his hand into the air, calling for his microphone from the Heavens. Kennedy’s microphone finally lowers and he waits for the crowd to die down before speaking.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it marks the return … of the future of Sport’s Entertainment … to Friday … Nights (Heat)
. Please don’t applaud whilst the microphone … is in play (some laughter, as KK raises an eyebrow)
. I weigh in tonight at an absolutely earth shattering 245 pounds. I wrestle tonight in ORLANDO, FLOR-IIIII-DDDD-AAAAA (Loud cheap pop)
. You know him … you love him … you cannot live without him … MMIISSTTEERRRRRRRRR KKENNNNEEDDDYYYY …
Mr. Kennedy walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle.
KEN - NA - DAY!!!!
Kennedy throws the microphone into the air, waiting as…
***Booyaka 619*** A massive pop, as Rey Mysterio explodes from the stage, saluting all of his fans warmly, before striding down to the ring. Where KK is waiting.
It perhaps wasn’t the Royal Rumble that Rey Mysterio had envisioned this past Sunday, where he failed to live his dream, but that does not mean he didn’t do himself proud.
Without a doubt, I mean Rey put in a good showing, but so did Mister Kennedy … Kennedy. Man, I love this dude, I’m glad he’s back.
Match #4: Mr. Kennedy vs. Rey Mysterio
A nicely worked match up between the two, with Rey providing the speed and flight, whilst Kennedy is left with the power, mat game. Rey takes it to the cocky young superstar in the opening, catching Kennedy by surprise with a series of Hurriacanranas, before looking for one high risk move too many, and getting drilled with a hard clothesline. Kennedy physically beats up Mysterio, pummelling him in the corner, before racing towards him and nailing a huge boot right to the face! Kennedy drags Rey out. 1… 2… NO!!! Kennedy lifts Rey up an sends him into the ropes, connecting with a Powerslam! 1… 2… NO!!! Kennedy sends Rey into the corner again before charging in, but Mysterio gets his feet up, knocking Ken away. Rey races out and connects with a wheelbarrow suplex into a Bulldog! 1… 2 … NO!!! Mysterio quickly pulls a dazed Kennedy back up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Rey ducks too early and Kennedy hits a Sunset Flip. But Rey rolls out off it though and connects with a crackling kick right to the side of Kennedy’s head! 1… 2… NO!!! Rey looks a bit frustrated and pulls KK back up, drilling him with a series of hard shots to the face. Mysterio goes for an Irish Whip again, but Kennedy sends Rey into the ropes instead and goes for a Clothesline. Rey ducks though, and comes back with a Twirling Headscissors, sending Kennedy flying into the middle rope! The crowd pops, as Rey signals for the 619. He goes for it, but Kennedy moves and instead KK comes up behind Rey, connecting with the Green Bay Meatpacker! 1… 2… NO!!! Rey just manages to kick out. Kennedy looks exasperated and pulls Rey up onto his shoulders, going for the Rolling Senton, but Rey counters with a DDT! 1… 2… NO!!! Rey heads up to the top rope, but Kennedy slaps the ropes, and Rey gets dropped on his crotch. Kennedy heads up top, setting Rey up for a Superplex, but Mysterio drills right hand after right hand into Ken’s mid section, before leaping over with a SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!!! A huge pop for the highflying move, and Rey covers wearily. 1… 2… FOOT ON ROPE!!! Kennedy struggles back up to his feet, and Mysterio nails with a drop toehold, causing Kennedy to fall across the middle rope yet again. Rey comes off the ropes and hits the 619, sending Kennedy staggering back into the ring. Mysterio springboards off with a Seated Senton, but KK catches him, going for the Rolling Senton, but Mysterio counters with a roll up … but Kennedy rolls through and grabs the tights! 1… 2… 3!!!
Winner: Mr. Kennedy
Kennedy rolls out of the ring quickly, celebrating his victory in a hell of a battle, whilst Rey slaps the canvas in frustration. It has not been the best night for him. Kennedy scurries away, never shutting up of course.
A cheap win there for Mister Kennedy, but up next is out Main Event, and you have to believe that General Manager Teddy Long is going to be watching it very closely.
You better believe it, Cole.
We get a quick shot of Teddy Long backstage, settling himself in front of a monitor, smiling broadly.
Upon returning from the break, we cut straight to ringside in preparation of the Main Event.
Well, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for. Our huge Main Event is up now; just who will be named the Number One Contender?
Tell me about it, Cole, I’ve got no clue.
***Longhorn*** The crowd rises to its feet to boo the man who took out ‘The Nature Boy’. The limousine pulls up alongside the stage, and out comes JBL, along with Jillian Hall. They are both all smiles, as they head to the ring.
***Can You Dig It Sucka?*** The jeers continue, as the U.S Champion marches out, setting off his massive pyro. Booker T and Sharmell head down to the ring, where they converse with JBL and Jillian.
***Burn In My Light*** Another massive reception of heat for ‘The Legend Killer’ Randy Orton, who strides out, barely even bothering with his pyro, eyes focused on the ring, where he says a few words to JBL and Booker.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Randy Orton look so focused, and the same can be said for Booker T and JBL. With the possibility of a World Heavyweight title up for grabs, who can blame them?
You’re damn right, Cole. These guys have some history with ‘The Animal’, I’m sure they’re all dyin’ for another shot.
***I Walk Alone*** The crowd comes to its feet for the World Heavyweight Champion Batista, who charges out with his title belt. He sets off his jarring pyro, before heading down to the ring, scattering Orton, Booker and JBL in the process.
***Live For The Moment*** Another great reception, as firm fan favourite Matt Hardy comes out, playing to the fans with the V-1 salute. Before heading down to greet Batista in the ring, where they shake hands and watch the entrance, as…
***Graveyard Symphony*** The crowd goes absolutely wild with the largest pop of the night, heralding the arrival of the legendary UNDERTAKER. ‘The Phenom’ makes his long, but always enthralling entrance, as all five men watch on anxiously from the ring, Batista in particular. Undertaker brings the lights back up, and removes his coat/hat, locking eyes with every man.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wish you could be here to experience this feeling. Two of the biggest stars in this business, Batista and Matt Hardy, have now been joined by THE biggest star in the business … the legendary Undertaker.
I got goosebumps, Cole, this atmosphere is electric.
Match #5; Six-Man Tag: Batista, Matt Hardy & The Undertaker vs. Randy Orton, Booker T & JBL
In his usual, classic manner, The Undertaker wastes absolutely no time in getting into the action, attacking a hapless Randy Orton as soon as he has removed his coat. Undertaker lays into his long-term rival in the corner with huge right hands, before Irish Whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. Undertaker nails a huge corner clothesline, before catching Orton, twisting his arm and heading up top, walking the rope and connecting with OLD SCHOOL! ‘The Deadman’ pulls Orton back up and raises him up onto his shoulder, but Batista makes a blind tag. Some boos from the crowd, as Undertaker was in full flow. Undertaker drops Orton and stares down ‘The Animal’ furiously. Whilst this is going on, Orton quickly tags in JBL, who looks nervous at first, but quickly races across the ring and clubs Batista from behind. JBL whips Batista into the ropes, but Batista reverses it and catches ‘The Wrestling God’ with a huge SPINEBUSTER! 1… 2… NO!!! Batista is in full flow now, as he throws JBL into the corner and lays into him with some crushing shoulder thrusts. Batista backs off and charges, but JBL gets an elbow to the face, sending ‘The Animal’ staggering away. JBL charges, but Batista catches him with a spinning sidewalk slam! 1… 2… NO!!! Batista tags Hardy in, who goes after his rival JBL with aplomb, laying into the former WWE Champion with right hands. It takes a cheap shot from Booker T on the apron to turn the tables, as JBL nails Hardy with a Fall Away Slam for a near fall. The heel team no proceed to work on the smallest man on the match eagerly. Booker T is the legal man and takes Hardy out with a heel kick for a near fall. Booker comes off the ropes and goes for the Scissors Kick, but Matt counters with a SIDE EFFECT! Both men are down, but finally make tags to their corners. Batista comes flying in and wipes JBL out with a SPEAR. Orton goes for an RKO, but gets shoved into the ropes and comes flying back, ducking the slug, connecting with his inverted backbreaker! JBL covers, 1… 2… NO!!! Hardy pummels Orton, knocking him to the outside, and wiping him out with a PLANCHA over the top rope. Both JBL and Batista struggle back up to their feet, and Batista kicks him in the gut, setting up for a Demon Bomb. Blind tag from Undertaker. Booker T catches Batista in the face with a sidekick, knocking him down. Booker turns and gets levelled with a boot to the face, followed by a CHOKESLAM! JBL quickly charges off the ropes, going for the Clothesline From Hell, but Undertaker ducks and lifts JBL up high onto his shoulder, setting him up, and nailing the TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Undertaker performs the darkness pin, tongue out! 1… 2… 3!!!
Winners: Batista, Matt Hardy & The Undertaker
The crowd explodes, as Undertaker rises triumphantly back up, JBL’s fallen frame lying on the mat beneath him. On the outside of the ring, Randy Orton fumes, holding his head, whilst Matt Hardy clutches his arm. The World Heavyweight Champion though, enters the ring and locks eyes with The Undertaker, as…
***MacMillitant*** As expected, out strides Teddy Long with microphone in hand, causing both Batista and The Undertaker to turn and stare at him.
Lemme jus’ holla at ya a second, playas. Now I promised earlier that I would name a Number One Contender for No Way Out … and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!
A huge pop from the crowd in anticipation, as Batista stares intently at Long.
At No Way Out it will be the man who has held the title for almost eleven months … ‘The Animal’ Batista … defending the World Heavyweight Championship against a man he has never faced one-on-one match before … against the man who did not get pinned last Sunday at the Royal Rumble … the four time World Champion … (grinning)
the man standing right behind ya, playa. That’s right, at No Way Out … it will be Batista versus…
The crowd holds its breath in anticipation.
The roof nearly blows off the building with the announcement, as Batista nods slowly. On the outside of the ring, Randy Orton blows an absolute gasket yet again, his face red with anger. He begins to storm up the ramp in a rage.
Back in the ring, Batista slowly turns around, his World title belt in his hand, to face his No Way Out opponent. The Undertaker is standing quite still in the centre of the ring, his dark eyes still fixed on ‘The Animal’. Batista takes a few steps towards ‘The Phenom’, going almost nose-to-nose with the legend. Batista raises the World Heavyweight Championship belt up high, scowling in Undertaker’s face, to a great pop from the fans, seeing these two mega stars finally going face to face … BUT UNDERTAKER SUDDENLY GRABS BATISTA BY THE THROAT AND NAILS A HUGE CHOKESLAM!!!
The crowd pops loudly, despite The Undertaker’s actions, because no matter what ‘The Deadman’ does he is always a huge face. Undertaker stands over the fallen ‘Animal’ with a blank look on his face. Undertaker picks up the World Heavyweight Championship belt and holds it high above Batista’s body to the thunderous cheers of the crowd, as we fade out.
END OF SHOW
Current Card for WWE No Way Out:
Date: February 19th, 2006
Location: 1st Mariner Arena; Baltimore, Maryland
Event Music: Theory Of A Deadman; Deadly Game
World Heavyweight Championship:
Batista © vs. The Undertaker
Current Card for WWE WrestleMania XXII:
Date: April 2nd, 2006
Location: Allstate Arena; Chicago, Illinois
Event Music: I Dare You; Bullets and Octane
Kurt Angle OR Triple H vs. John Cena
World Heavyweight Championship:
Batista OR The Undertaker vs. ???????????