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Much thanks to Pat and Mac for the feedback. I guess I'm paying the price for my numerous absences now though

Good news though; WrestleMania is done and dusted. Yep, no kidding, I actualy managed to finished something. It should have been up months ago, so I'm not surprised to see the fuss and hype having, uh, disappeared, but nevermind eh? Should still be good I hope.

I'll be posting an "official" preview of sorts {inspired by Mac's wonderful concept} a bit before the actual event, but as for the PPV itself; WrestleMania 22 should be posted this Sunday September 7th. I won't bother saying a specific time, since you're all Yanks anyway, but hey, not your fault.

But, with that out of the way, by all means, leave your predictions

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FINAL Card for WWE WrestleMania XXII:
Date: April 2nd, 2006
Location: Allstate Arena; Rosemont, Illinois
Event Music: Peter Gabriel; Big Time


WWE Championship; Triple Threat Match:
'The Wrestling Machine' Kurt Angle © vs.
'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels vs.

2006 Royal Rumble Winner 'The Doctor of Thuganomics' John Cena

Probably the easier choice for me in this event, Cena. Angle/Michaels will have a feud down the line and I see Cena/HHH happening soon.


World Heavyweight Championship Match:
World Heavyweight Champion ’The Animal’ Batista vs.
Mr. Money in the Bank ’The Rated R Superstar’ Edge w/Lita

I think Batista will come damn close but we will have the winner of the MITB cash in on Edge to end the night...


Street Fight; Unfinished Business:
'The Whole Dam Show' Rob Van Dam vs. 'The Game' Triple H


HHH will be propelled in to the main event, he needs it right now.


One On One:
'The Phenom' The Undertaker vs. 'The Real Deal' Bobby Lashley


Do it.


The Nature Boy vs. The Wrestling God:
Ric Flair vs. John Bradshaw Layfield

{If Ric Flair loses, he must retire}

Not so sure if we will have the Undertaker and Flair both lose but JBL will become a megastar with this.


Legend vs. Legend Killer; No Holds Barred Match:
Shane McMahon vs. 'The Legend Killer' Randy Orton

{If Shane loses, the McMahon Family must leave the WWE forever}

I hope to see an Orton allying with Vince to get his son out of the business.


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United States Championship Match:
Booker T ©
w/Sharmell vs. Rey Mysterio

We need a face win after the doom and gloom.



Money In The Bank Ladder Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Matt Hardy vs. Gregory Helms vs. Finlay vs. Carlito vs. Mr. Kennedy


See: Edge/Batista


Cruiserweight Championship Match:
'The Notorious K.I.D' Kid Kash © vs. 'The Pitbull' Jamie Noble


You like writing with him I'm guessing you will want to keep up up top for now before a move upwards.


World Tag Team Championship Match; WGTT Reunite:
The Spirit Squad © vs. World's Greatest Tag Team

{Benjamin's Intercontinental title is not on the line}

Guesswork


WWE Tag Team Championship; Three-Team Elimination Match:
MNM ©
w/Melina vs. The Hooligans vs. The Bluebloods

The more interesting team IMO.


Women's Championship Match:
Trish Stratus © vs. Victoria

{Mickie James as Special Guest Referee}

I sense a screwjob

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Pre-WrestleMania Sunday Night Heat 22-Man Battle Royal
Winners Gets Intercontinental/US Title Shot After WrestleMania

Matt Striker, Val Venis, Viscera, Chris Masters, Eugene, Gene Snitsky, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch, Doug Basham, Danny Basham & The Big Show
w/Paul Bearer
Juventud Guerrera, Psicosis, Super Crazy, Steven Richards, Nunzio, Scotty Too Hotty, Hardcore Holly, Simon Dean, Mike Mizanin, James Dick & Orlando Jordan w/Jillian Hall


Obvious Or Orlando Jordan.... Nah
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Hall of Fame Ceremony 2006
"Mean" Gene Okerlund, "Mr. USA" Tony Atlas, Verne Gagne, "Sensational" Sherri, The Blackjacks {Mulligan and Lanza}, Bret "Hitman" Hart, and Eddie Guerrero


Wildcard Questions

1) What Match Will Open The Show??

U.S Title Match

2) What will be the biggest shock of the night??

Orton shaking hands with the devil himself~! [/bandwagon]

3) What will be the match of the night??

Just so I make sure I get the points... all of them u r da bestest eva!11!! If I'm pushed... HHH/RVD


4) How many shock appearances (if any) will there be??

Vince McMahon, 4 Horseman


5) How many titles will change hands??
By my accounts... 4 but two World Heavyweight Championship changes=5

6) Who will be involved in the biggest spot of the night, and if you have an idea, what will the spot be??

RKO Through a table off of a ladder... Flame grilled table plz



BTW, winner gets EITHER 10 Million points OR the chance to book a match on my next show.

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MITB Gif Credit: ADR LaVey

10 million points and making a match is no comparison (HHH/Undertaker HIAC for RAW it is then...)

A definite review as I have a whole day to myself Sunday
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This serves as both the OFFICIAL PREVIEW for WrestleMania {Main Events imo} and the custamary Sunday Night HEAT that proceeds the grandaddy of 'em all. Absolute FULL FUCKING CREDIT for this concept goes to a jobber named Mac; you might know the fella'.

Anywho, I saw that Pat posted a couple of shows ... and I reviewed 'em. That's me up to do date unfotunately, so enjoy.


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Sunday Night Heat:
Raw’s newest interviewer Maria Kanellis and SmackDown’s Steve Romero welcome us to the program from within the confines of The Allstate Arena, situated on a raised platform amongst a horde of lucky fans. The two do as one would expect; immediately hyping up WrestleMania 22, but talking about the Sunday Night Heat main event later on, the 22-Man Battle Royal.


WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WrestleMania III - Randy Savage and Ricky Steamboat wrestle a classic IC title match, which many still call the greatest match ever.

Our announcers discuss the first ever inter-promotional Money in the Bank Ladder Match, before Romero and Maria begin talk about the first of the six “main-events” for WrestleMania, Shane McMahon putting his family’s legacy on the line against Randy Orton in a No Holds Barred match. We then cut to the final segment of SmackDown! this past Friday Night, where Orton and McMahon got physical, resulting in The Legend Killer punting Shane right in the head, before heading into our first Video Package of the night…

- The VP opens with a soft, piano-based adagio tune with the shot of Vince McMahon Snr., Vincent James McMahon, standing alone in a WWF ring long ago, perhaps in the 1960s, looking wistful, as it fades into a shot of Vince McMahon Jnr. and his son, Shane McMahon, embracing in the ring, and Shane’s voice is heard…

Shane McMahon: My family will forever be in my heart,

- A slow image from ’01 of Shane and his sister, Stephanie, raising each other’s arms high into the air, as the lights flash…

Shane McMahon: My sister means more to me,

- Clip of Shane defending his sister’s honour against Test at SummerSlam ’99 in a brutal match…

Shane McMahon: More than life,

- Quite a rare shot of all four McMahons, the father, mother, son and daughter all embracing inside the ring at one of the Attitude Era anniversary shows…

Shane McMahon: All I ever wanted was a complete family,

- Footage of Shane protecting his mother, Linda, from the monstrous Kane back in ’03…

Shane McMahon: To have a mother whom I never met,

- Old video footage from the McMahon Family vault of one of their family gatherings, smiling, happy in each other’s company…

Shane McMahon: My family will always remain who they are in my heart and soul,

- The McMahon Family coming together to overcome the likes of The Undertaker, Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Alliance, Paul Heyman, Ric Flair and others…

Shane McMahon: My family is more important than my friends and my lover,

- Shots of Shane and the rest of his family siding with his family ALWAYS, against the people who have tried to destroy it from within, such as Trish Stratus, Sable, Triple H, and more…

Shane McMahon: Family will always come first,

- Clips of the many wars that have occurred between the McMahon Family over the years, from Shane-Vince, to Vince-Stephanie, and every other bloody, bitter battle … but in the end they always come back together…

Shane McMahon: Family is family,

- Long, slow motion shot along the line of the McMahon Family as they stand in the ring, raising one another’s arm into the air; from Stephanie to Shane to Debra to Vince, a unified family…

Shane McMahon: No matter what they did they'll always remain family.

- The shots of the McMahons become more and more rapid, showing each of them individually and collectively, but also…

- …inter-cutting with shots of Randy Orton staring psychotically ahead…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Shane McMahon and Vince McMahon destroy one of their many victims together, as we close in on Vince’s face, as he gazes proudly upon his son, whilst we…

- …cut with various shots of a devilish Randy Orton on all fours, stalking his opponents for the RKO…


Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Inter-cutting shots of each member of the McMahon clan walking down to the ring, from Vince’s power walk to Shane’s dance, Stephanie’s sexy strut to Linda’s business-like march…

- …as flashing images of Orton’s “Destiny” pose overlap in intervals…


Randy Orton: (Echoing) I … it’s not arrogance…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- The famous Friday Night SmackDown! footage of Vince and Shane confronting The Legend Killer in the ring, but…

- …it is interrupted by flashing shots of Orton ending possibly ending the career of Teddy Long at No Way Out with a sickening punt to the head…


Randy Orton: (Echoing) I … it’s not arrogance…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Gunshot quick footage of the heinous assault on the McMahon men by Randy Orton on SD! with RKO after RKO, closing with the sickening sight of Vince’s skull being driven through a table and the cold look in The Legend Killer’s eyes…

Vince McMahon: One way or another …

- Slow played, black and white footage of the showdown between Orton and Shane a few weeks later, eye to eye, signing the contract to put the McMahon legacy on the line…

- …with a close up of Orton’s evil eyes…


Vince McMahon: One way or another … this will be the end …

Randy Orton: ...it’s quite simply…

- Clips of the McMahon Family…

Vince McMahon: One way or another … this will be the end …of an era.

- Shot of Orton PUNTING Shane in the head on SD…

Randy Orton: (Whispering) … destiny.

- Shot of Orton standing over Shane’s broken body…

Randy Orton: … this Sunday … you … are … ALONE…

- Close up image of Shane’s unconscious face…

Randy Orton: (Echoing) … Alone…



After a commercial break, we bear witness to the arrival of Ric Flair to The Allstate Arena, carrying his bags out of a limo, looking just as focused as he does charismatic. Maria and Romero discuss his Career Threatening inter-promotional Match with JBL - the second of the evening’s big six “main events” for a bit before cutting to a video package…

- The VP starts off slowly, a dark, blank screen slowly lighting up to reveal ‘The Nature Boy’ himself standing in the dark before the white and silver rain, as ‘I Dare You’ by Shinedown begins to play.

“Hello, let me introduce you to … The characters in the show”

- Clips of the legend himself at the beginning of his career, as he engages in some of the most incredible matches of all time with the likes of Harley Race and Dusty Rhodes.

“One says yes, one says no … Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive”

- Clips of Flair during his spell with the greatest group in the history of professional wrestling, The Four Horsemen.

Ric Flair: I’m the dealer!! Ya’ know why???

“Even in madness, I know you still believe … Paint me on canvas so I become … What you could never be”

Ric Flair: (Holds up NWA title) ‘CAUSE THIS SAYS SO!!!

- Clips of the unbelievable trilogy of matches between Flair and Ricky ‘The Dragon’ Steamboat, ending with Naitch’s victory at WrestleWar ’89.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … Wear my soul and call me a liar”

- That famous shot of Flair having his hand raised at the end of the contest.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me … I dare you to”

- Clips of Naitch bleeding like the proverbial stuck-pig in some of his more ‘Hardcore’ matches with the likes of Race, Funk, Vader, and even in later years with Triple H, Undertaker, and Randy Orton.

Ric Flair: Ya’ know what they say?? Once you’ve been for a ride on Space Mountain, you never, WOOO, EVER go … BACK!! HA HA!!!

“Hello, are you still chasing … The memories in shadows”

- Clips of Flair in his first ever WWF run, getting in the face of the likes of Hogan, Piper and Taker, before finally winning the WWF Championship after a 59-minute stint in the ’92 Royal Rumble match.

“Some stay young, some grow old … Come alive, there are thoughts unclear … You can never hide”

- Kind of skipping over Flair’s WCW days with only a few clips of him battling Hogan, Sting, Hart and Savage, the VP kind of fast-forwards more to modern Naitch, showing him surrounded by his Evolution buddies, Hunter, Orton and Batista.

“Even in madness, I know you still believe … Paint me on canvas so I become … What you could never be”

- Clips of Flair LEADING Evolution to its epic success from ’03 to ’05, with Hunter holding onto the WHC constantly with Naitch by his side calling the shots, until the footage descends into their bloody battles at Taboo Tuesday and S’ Series ’05.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … Wear my soul and call me a liar”

- Clips of the bright start to 2006 for Ric Flair, with a live speech on Monday Night Raw in his hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina.

Ric Flair: It all started right here for the career of Ric Flair …

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me …I dare you to”

Ric Flair: … so it’s only right that it all starts here once again for The Nature-

John Bradshaw Layfield: I AM THE MAN!!!

- The clips get slightly choppy and fade in colour, as we head into the 2006 Royal Rumble, where the sneering face of JBL fills the screen.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Take … the hint, Ric. Hang up the boots and leave this business to the real legends …

“Hello … Hello ... I dare you to tell me to walk through fire”

- BAM~!!! JBL assaults Flair during the Rumble match, bloodying him.

John Bradshaw Layfield: … like me.

- Clips of JBL running his mouth on both SD! and Raw in the weeks after the RR, with Flair seemingly out for good.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Your time is OVER, Ric. Nobody cares about ‘The Nature Boy’ … they care about me!!! They care about …

“Wear my soul and call me a liar … I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me …”

John Bradshaw Layfield: … THE WRESTLING … GAWDDD!!!!!!!!

“… I dare you to”

- Flair makes his triumphant return at No Way Out, and after that, the WrestleMania match between the two veterans is set in stone, with JBL adding a little flavour to the mix.

John Bradshaw Layfield: I don’t just wanna’ beat you, Ric …

“Hello ... Hello ...”

John Bradshaw Layfield: … I WANT YOUR DAMN CAREER!!!!

“I dare you to tell me”

Ric Flair: YOU GOT IT!!!!

- Clips of JBL and his Cabinet insulting the Cabinet, before being run out of town by the group and a host of other superstars at SNME, with JBL swearing revenge.

Ric Flair: (Whispering) To be ‘The Man’…

“I dare you to”

John Bradshaw Layfield: (Whispering) You bring ‘The Man’…

- Clips of both men’s World title reigns and other successes.

Ric Flair: (Whispering) … you gotta’ BEAT ‘The Man’.

“I dare you to tell me”

John Bradshaw Layfield: (Whispering) … and I will BEAT ‘The Man’.

- Final shot of Flair and JBL face-to-face on the final SD! before W’Mania.

“I dare you to”




WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WrestleMania VIII – Savage again; in another epic battle, this time with The Ultimate Warrior in the first ever Retirement Match.

Returning from the break, Maria and Romero move onto the highly anticipated matches for the WWE and World Tag Team Championships, with MNM facing challengers on two sides from The Hooligans and The Bluebloods, while The Spirit Squad finally get their opportunity to see if they really are the best team in the world, as they face the newly reunited World’s Greatest Tag Team in an incredibly personal match up; before talking about a match that perhaps transcends the term “personal” when the stakes are this high, as the most terrifying force to hit the WWE in recent times {Maria does her best ‘scared’ act} ‘The Real Deal’ Bobby Lashley looks to do what no man has done before him and end the, thus far, 13-0 Undefeated Streak at WrestleMania … of The Undertaker…

- The opening clip is of a huge bolt of lightning slamming into the stage at a past WrestleMania, causing fiery inferno the ignite the entire set, with the words “WrestleMania” flickering amongst the flames…

Gorilla Monsoon: For whom the bell tolls…

- Clip of a dark shrouded Taker walking slowly to the ring at WM VII, his WM debut…

Vince McMahon: …the man who’s never lost at WrestleMania…

- Another flash of lightning, followed by a clip of Taker hitting a flying clothesline to The Big Show at WM XIX…

- More lightning, and a clip of Taker ‘riding’ to the ring at WM XI with the black crow by his shoulder…


Jim Ross: Six and oh…

- Clip of Taker giving the Tombstone Piledriver to Psycho Sid at WM XIII, followed by him raising the WWF Championship into the air…

Jerry Lawler: TEN AND OH…

- Clip of Taker standing on the apron at WM XVIII, tongue out, leering into the camera and holding up all ten of his fingers…

Michael Cole: The legend grows…

- Clip of Taker rolling his eyes up into his head…

Jim Ross: …AT WRESTLEMANIA!!!

- Another lightning strike; together with a shot of Taker’s face flickering in the darkness, before making his entrance, surrounded by Druids…

Tazz: A decade and a half…

- Clip of Taker delivering the Tombstone to Randy Orton at WM XXI…

- After a flash of fiery lightning; the exact same image as before, but this time with Triple H suffering Orton’s fate back at WM XVII…


Bobby Heenan: (Terrified) Y-you can’t … you can’t stop him…

- Clips of Taker ‘sitting up’ and ‘rising from the dead’ at different WM’s, turning his head suddenly and staring out wildly…

- Clips of Taker throwing his arms into the air and bringing up the lights with a crash of lightning…


Michael Cole: …undefeated…

- Clip of Taker Chokeslamming Hunter off the scaffold at WM XVII…

Jim Ross: OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!

- Clip of Taker hitting the Tombstone to Jake Roberts at WM VIII, followed by a lightning strike and a shot of him flying over the top rope onto Diesel…

Michael Cole: …UNSTOPPABLE…

- The lightning flashes, cutting in between clips of Taker performing his legendary post-match pose, as well his awesome entrances, complete with his Bad Ass phase from ’00-’03…

Vince McMahon: The dark days have begun…

- Clip of Taker hitting the Tombstone to Ric Flair, as the crowd hold up banners with his name in the background…

Jim Ross: …an unparalleled record…

- Clip of Taker slamming Triple H down with the Last Ride, before posing in his biker garb…

Michael Cole: HE IS THE EPITOMY OF WRESTLEMANIA!!!

- As the lightning flashes, we get rapid shots of fans holding aloft signs of “13-0” and other achievements of the Deadman, stopping on one of him approaching the ring through the smoke … but suddenly it begins to crackle and jump…

- …inter-cutting with shots of Bobby Lashley making his own entrances…


Paul Heyman: (Crackling, jumping) O-ou-our … F-father, Who art in heaven,

- Clip of Taker lifting up A-Train for the Tombstone, cuts…

- …to an image of Lashley scooping Finlay up onto his shoulder…


Paul Heyman: Hallowed Be Thy Name.

- Clip of Taker bringing the lights up, striking fear into the hearts of Diesel, Sid, Kane, Orton and others, but it is cut short…

- …by various clips of Lashley leaping up onto the ring apron, sending his red-hot pyro crashing into the sky, intimidating his own opponents…


Paul Heyman: Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done…

- Clip of Taker arriving in the Royal Rumble match early in the year, cleaning house and eliminating everyone … including, Bob- but we quickly cut…

- …to Lashley man-handling The Phenom at No Way Out in retaliation, slamming him through the announce table…


Paul Heyman: … on Earth as it is in heaven.

- Clip of Taker making his return on SD!, dragging Lashley through the rings during a Steel Cage match, taking him down to the depths of he- but the image never gets the chance to finish before…

- …Lashley slams The Undertaker through the ring at SNME with an incredible show of speed and power…


Paul Heyman: Give us this day our daily bread.

- Flashing shots of a bloodied Taker at Lashley’s feet…

Paul Heyman: And forgive us our trespasses,

- Clips of Heyman and Lashley forging their alliance, shaking hands on SD! and walking down to the ring together…

Paul Heyman: As we forgive those who trespass against us.

- Clip of Taker’s VP, as he metaphorically buries Lashley in a graveyard in an attempt to intimidate his WM opponent, but…

- …Lashley and Paul E. present their own ‘funeral’…


Paul Heyman: And lead us not into temptation…

- Clips from their battles over the past months…

Paul Heyman: … but deliver us from evil.

- A mere forty-eight hours ago, after Lashley and Heyman give Taker a taste of his own medicine, playing mind games by burying a mannequin of The Deadman in a graveyard somewhere…

Paul Heyman: For thine is the kingdom…

- Lashley beating opponent after opponent after opponent since his debut in the Fall of ’05…

Paul Heyman: … and the power … and the glory…

- Shot of The Undertaker out cold amongst the table rubble…

Paul Heyman: … forever and ever.

- A Final shot of Lashley and Heyman standing over the fallen Phenom at SNME, with Paul E. on his knees, arm raised, mocking the taunt of the Deadman, as the camera closes in on his lifeless eyes...

Paul Heyman: (Echoing) Amen.




WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WM VIII - The legend of The Undertaker grows, as he defeats Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts to go 2-0 at the granddaddy of ‘em all.

After the most recent commercial break, Josh Matthews stands by somewhere backstage with an entourage of familiar faces, including Tommy Dreamer, Bill Alfonso, and Stevie Richards. Matthews asks the ECW Originals about RVD’s chances in his epic Street Fight later on against H, and the hardcore veterans all give Rob their intense support, calling him “E-C-‘Dub” to the core.

From this intense interview, Romero and Maria link it perfectly to perhaps the most intense and personal match of the night, in Hunter vs. Van Dam. After a few comments on this no doubt epic battle, we head right into a video package for the third main event, Rob Van Dam facing the biggest challenge of his life, taking on The Game in a Street Fight.


- The VP begins with Rob Van Dam sat alone in a darkened room, head bowed, before slowly raising it up to the light, as the soft piano based “Peace” by Paul Kelly begins faintly in the background.

- Clips of Van Dam training as a young man in Battle Creek…

“’Comes down to it … all I’ve ever wanted to do is wrestle”

- Clips of Triple H first appearing as The Blueblood in WWF…

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be the best”

- Clips of both RVD and Hunter wowing audiences in WWE and ECW all across the world, from Japan to England…

“It’s not about how much you get paid…”

- A very rare clip of Van Dam first appearing at WWE HQ in ’01 with his bags to sign his first ‘big’ contract…

“It’s all about one man … ME!”

- Clips of Helmsley soaking up audience reactions all around the world in a bizarrely intense and egotistical manner…

“I could’ve called it quits before. But I can never quit … ever”

- Clips of RVD being battered and bloodied from a host of wrestlers all across the world, from Jerry Lynn to Sabu, from Big Show to The Undertaker, but never, ever giving up …

“I MAKE men give up … I MAKE men say ‘I Quit’ … I END careers”

- Clips of Triple H beating opponent after opponent in his various reigns as WWE and World Heavyweight Champion, and beating them with complete ease…

“I came here for a reason … I came to prove a point.”

- Clips of the Whole Dam Show making his big return at the Royal Rumble, making it to the final six, before falling just short, followed by clips of his first interaction with The Game…

“I am the perfect athlete. I have no remorse, no feelings. I have one intention. Win, at all costs.”

- Clip of Hunter attacking RVD following The Game’s loss to Kurt Angle in the WWE title match on Raw; with Helmsley going berserk with various weapons, Raw after Raw after Raw…

“I’ve never been more determined. This is personal.”

- Clips of Van Dam continuing to overcome the competition and obstacles, followed by shots of him connecting with many of his most famous moves: the Five-Star Frog Splash, Rolling Thunder and more…

“I embarrass the best on the biggest platforms.”

- Clips of the Cerebral Assassin hitting the Pedigree, the Double A Spinebuster, the facecrusher, and his other high-impact, impressive manoeuvres…

“There is nothing anybody can do…”

- Clips of Rob and Hunter going at it…

“…to stop me from showing the world I’m the best.”

- Clips of RVD from his previous ECW Television title reign, his IC title reign, against images of Triple H’s WWF and WHC’s reign…

“I came back for this moment.”

- Clips of Mr. Monday Night bleeding, whilst the King of Kings looks on…

“I live for these moments.”

- Finally, the Video Package ends, with clips from the final Raw, with H and RVD separated by a wall of security, both men desperate to tear one another apart…

“(Echoing) This will be my moment.”




WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WrestleMania X – Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart overcomes all the odds to defeat the mammoth Yokozuna and capture his second WWF Championship.

Lita {without Edge} is interviewed by Todd Grisham elsewhere in the building, with the young Diva reporting on her boyfriend’s condition following the brutal assault he suffered at the hands of The Animal just 48-hours ago. Though still her heelish self, Lita promises that Edge is NOWHERE NEAR 100%, he will still be walking out of Chicago the World Heavyweight Champion. Grisham wants to ask a couple more questions, but Lita clearly isn’t in the mood and storms off.

After another commercial break, Josh Matthews is out in the parking lot of The Allstate Arena catching people as they come in, asking their opinion on just who will come out victorious in the Triple Threat Match. Though Cena edges it in terms of numbers, it is very split. Romero and Maria then mention the Women’s Championship match between Trish Stratus and Victoria with Mickie James at Special Referee, before we cut to another VP, this time highlighting the war between World Heavyweight Champion Dave Batista and Mr. Money in the Bank Edge.


World Heavyweight Championship Video Package:
- The Video Package begins with the famous shot from last years WrestleMania, as Batista lifts Triple H high up into the air with the lights on bright, before connecting with the Batista Bomb…


Jim Ross: BATISTA HAS DONE IT!!!

- Next is a clip of Big Dave holding the WHC up in the air, with the pyros firing up behind him…

Jim Ross: THE ERA OF THE ANIMAL … IS NOW UPON US!!!

- The shot of ‘Tista fades into one from the same event, WM 21 … as Edge stands up high on the ladder, amongst the flashing lights, and pulls down the MITB briefcase…

Jerry Lawler: EDGE WINS MONEY IN THE BANK!!! EDGE WINS!!!

- Quick shot of Edge falling to knees on the entrance ramp in Hollywood last year, crying, smiling and clutching the MITB briefcase close to his chest…

Jim Ross: (Echoing) …Edge can now challenge for the World title any time he chooses…

- Fading out from the shot of Edge, in the background the sirens begin, as “Save Me Sorrow” by Bullets and Octane begins in the background…

- Quick shots of Batista squaring off against the likes of Booker T, Randy Orton, and his Hell in a Cell war with Triple H…

“We've been wading in a sea of destruction
Sinking further in disease and temptation
Save me sorrow be gone (Be gone)”


Michael Cole: Batista is going to be facing challengers on all sides…

“Up ahead there's a sun that's a-rising
In a world that I pray to remind me
Save me sorrow be gone by dawn last aspiration
Fear defies my expectations”


- Clips of Big Dave getting nailed with sledgehammers from Triple H, steel chairs from Orton, cowbells from JBL, and more punishment…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Michael Cole: HERE COMES … THE ANIMAL!!!

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- Quick shots of ‘Tista overcoming every single one of his challenges, pinning the likes of Eddie Guerrero, Rey Mysterio, The Undertaker and more, before…

- …We cut to a shot of Matt Hardy vaulting a barricade and spearing Edge down in the ring, followed by clips of Kane and Chris Benoit attacking him too…


“In a search for the reason of my tears
And the ghost of our youth was near
Save me sorrow be gone (Be gone)”

Jim Ross: Mister Money in the Bank is a marked man…

“Now I see what I fear it's in front of me
The other times all I needed was to save me
Save me sorrow be gone, be gone”


- Clips of Edge SURVIVING every single one of his battles, such as dropping out of steel cages, hitting Benoit in the head with a brick, and delivering a thunderous con-chair-to to Kane, all followed by shots of him hugging his MITB briefcase…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Michael Cole: DAMMIT, EDGE ESCAPES … AGAIN!!!

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- A shot of Edge and Lita standing side-by-side in the ring, making out, sneering, begins to fade into…

- …Edge Spears Batista on SmackDown!, thus announcing he is cashing in at WrestleMania, followed by a shot of him standing over The Animal with the WHC in the air…


“Make me believe (?), just one time
Make me believe, it's in your heart, it's in your eyes”

Edge: A new era has dawned on Friday nights … an era … RATED R!!!

“I wanna’ go, yeah
Oh yeah
Let go”


- Clips of Edge Spearing Batista flash by quickly, followed by shots of the “Rated R Superstar” nailing The Animal with a steel chair, though they begin to chop and slow, as…

- …Quick shots of Batista’s overwhelming dominance begin to play, giving Edge the Spinebuster at SNME, and even coming close to giving him a con-chair-to of his own on the final SmackDown! before WrestleMania…


“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Batista: I’m sick of all of the BULLS**T, Edge … at WrestleMania …on my one year anniversary … you fall to The Animal…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- Clips of Edge hitting the Spear, Edgecution, con-chair-to…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)”

- Quick shots of Batista hitting the Batista Bomb, Spear, Spinebuster…

“All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

- Inter-cutting shots of both men standing over the other, preparing to nail him with the con-chair-to…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)”

- ONLY EDGE CONNECTS with the con-chair-to to the other on the penultimate show, whilst Dave tosses the chair down on the final SmackDown! before WrestleMania…

“All night long…”

Michael Cole: Who will be celebrating their one-year anniversary come WrestleMania??

- Spear to Batista from Edge.

“…all night long…”

Michael Cole: Mister Money in the Bank???


- Batista Bomb from Big Dave to Edge.

“…over and over…”

Michael Cole: Or the World Heavyweight Champion???


- Final shot of the two men face-to-face on The Cutting Edge.

“(fading)…tonight…”




WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WrestleMania XII – The boyhood dream comes as Shawn Michaels overcomes Bret Hart in an epic Iron Man match to capture his first ever WWF Championship.

Backstage, we see the arrival of Booker T and his wife Sharmell, dressed to the nines as always, carrying the United States Championship with them.

Our announcers discuss the impending United States Title Match between Booker and his underdog opponent, Rey Mysterio. They then talk about the Cruiserweight Championship Match with Jamie Noble challenging Kid Kash.


WrestleMania Big Time Moment - WrestleMania XIX - The end of an era; The Rock finally defeats Stone Cold Steve Austin at ‘The Big One’, bringing the greatest rivalry of all time to an end.

After our final commercial break, we’re taken to a three-way split screen of the WWE Champion Kurt Angle, and the two #1 contenders in the Royal Rumble winner John Cena, and Shawn Michaels. Angle looks rather anxious, constantly warming up, while HBK looks quite calm, adjusting his tights, and Cena plays with his cap, nerves.

Our announcers talk about the WWE Championship headlining match and also talk about the upcoming Battle Royal, discussing the opportunity it presents the victor. Maria and Romero wish us an enjoyable evening before signing off, sending us into the arena for our Heat main event.

In our main event 22-Man Battle Royal, Big Show is able to defeat the 21 other men to earn a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, last eliminating Chris Masters, Orlando Jordan and The Mexicools as they fought on the ropes @ 9:31. From here, we’re thrown to our final video package of the night, for the fifth and final “main event” of the evening - the WWE Championship on the line in a Triple Threat Match, Kurt Angle vs. John Cena vs. Shawn Michaels…


Triple Threat Video Package:
- The VP opens with “Deliver Me” by Sarah Brightman beginning faintly in the background, as we get a few sweeping shots, birds eye P.O.V’s of various WrestleMania arenas, filled to the rafters with fans, all screaming, all cheering, as the fireworks blast into the sky…


Jim Ross: Welcome to a global phenomenon…

- We get a few more clips of different WrestleMania’s, though time from within the crowd, looking up and down at the glorious action going on in the ring…

Jim Ross: This … is WRESTLEMANIAAAAAA!!!

- A quick shot of W’Mania XXI last year, as Michaels suffers his most humiliating WM loss ever, tapping out to Kurt Angle’s Ankle Lock. This is followed by a few more shots of HBK looking distraught and lost over the next 12 months…

Shawn Michaels: WrestleMania Twenty-One … was the worst night of my career…

- More shots of HBK being helped from the ring and limping back up the ramp, before cutting to a few images of him alone in a darkened room, head bowed…

Shawn Michaels: …Nobody does that to Mr. WrestleMania … (echoing) nobody…

- This fades to a shot of Michaels perched on top of the steel steps, preparing to drive John Cena’s head right down into them…

Jonathan Coachman: John Cena’s neck could be broken!!!

- Quick shots of Cena being carried from the arena on a stretcher, followed by images of him in hospital, lying in bed…

John Cena: You tried to paralyse me on those steel steps, Shawn Michaels…

- Shot of Cena at last years WM, holding up the WWE Championship for the first time in his life.

John Cena: Shawn Michaels, you bashed my head in at the Royal Rumble … but I was still standing.

- Quick shots of a bloodied Cena {after HBK’s attack} throwing body after body over the top rope tin the Royal Rumble, before breaking down in tears, under Michaels’ gaze…

Shawn Michaels: You told ole’ Shawn Michaels TA’ TAKE A HIKE!! You told me to sit on the sidelines and watch. YOU TOLD ME … World Wrestlin’ Entertainment … YOU TOLD ME … John Cena … to let you have … my spotlight.

- Clips of Michaels being pinned by Cena at the Royal Rumble, refusing the handshake, before assaulting the youngster later on that night...

Jim Ross: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED???!!!

- Clips of Michaels being pinned by Cena at the Royal Rumble, refusing the handshake, before returning to beat the hell out of Cena on Raw and sign the contract for the W’Mania Main Event…

Shawn Michaels: One thing’s for sure … this ain’t WrestleMania Twenty-One, and at WrestleMania Twenty-Two, The Heartbreak Kid will be standin’ tall…

- As a shot of Michaels twirling on the spot slows down, it fades into a close up of Cena’s bloody face, teeth gritted a raw, as he makes his return at Saturday Night’s Main Event…

John Cena: But if the only way I’m gonna’ get my hands on you, Heartbreak Kid, is by walkin’ through hell with Kurt Angle in tow at WrestleMania … then … so … be … it.

- After the shots of Cena taking HBK down at SNME, the crowd going wild as he poses in the ring, we fade to black before….

- …it opens up again with a shot of Kurt Angle standing at the top of the ramp, setting his red, white and blue pyro off…


Kurt Angle: It doesn’t MATTER who steps up to the plate, ‘cause the result will ALWAYS be the same…

- Quick shots of Angle beating HBK at W’Mania last year, followed by him taking the WWE Championship from Cena on the new year’s edition of Raw in a First Blood match…

Kurt Angle: I’ve beaten both Shawn Michaels AND John Cena…

- Suplex to Michaels, Olympic Slam to Cena, Suplex to Triple H, Moonsault onto Carlito, Suplex after Suplex to even more men, such as RVD, Undertaker, Edge, Orton and more…

Kurt Angle: … and I’m gonna’ beat them again.

- A shot of Angle after every one of his most recent title matches, arms spread out wide, roaring into the air with the WWE Championship belt in his hand…

- …As we get flashing, inter-cutting shots of the WWE Championship, on a podium, over the shoulder of each man involved in the Triple Threat match…


Jim Ross: IT’S GONNA’ BE A TRIPLE THREAT WAR…

- We get more flashing shots, but this time of Angle, HBK and Cena, showing each and every one of their many battles with one another over the years…

Jim Ross: FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

- Quick shots of Cena making his entrances at WM’s XX and XXI, followed by faster clips of him nailing F-U’s, and locking in the STF-U…

John Cena: I know that I’m good enough to beat you both … and bring the title home.

- Shots of Michael Superkicking various opponents, and stealing the show at each and every one of his WM appearances…

Shawn Michaels: …’AITCH BEE KAY, the original bad ass, the original AND ONLY initial outlaw of World Wrestling Entertainment will walk back down that aisle as THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…

- Clips of Angle beating opponent after opponent with the Olympic Slam and the Ankle Lock, walking down the aisle at WM XIX…

Kurt Angle: Nobody EVER overlooks Kurt Angle. If Shawn Michaels and John Cena wanna’ have their little war…

- Shots of Cena and HBK brawling and fighting over the course of 2006…

John Cena: I think it’s about time I stained these hands of mine with a little Heart … Break … blood.

- Cena nailing the F-U to Angle on the final Raw before W’Mania.

Kurt Angle: …If they wanna’ ignore one of the greatest wrestlers of all time…

- Clips of Cena receiving Sweet Chin Music on numerous occasions, followed by some more shots of the sick spike Piledriver on the steel steps…

Shawn Michaels: So what do I see every … single … night on Monday Night Raw with you John Cena … I see a guy who wants to BE THE HEARTBREAK KID SHAWN MICHAELS!!!

- Inter-cutting clips of a young Shawn Michaels against the modern John Cena, both fan-favourites, charismatic, handsome with female support, striking…

Kurt Angle: …then it’s your funeral.

- Shots of the events on the final Raw before ‘Mania, as Michaels defeats Angle following a distraction, but gets laid out anyway, and Cena plants the WWE Champion with the F-U, posing as the show closes…

Jim Ross: Folks, it don’t get no bigger than this – the Olympic Gold Medallist Kurt Angle defends the WWE Title against “The Heartbreak Kid” Shawn Michaels and John Cena in a Triple Threat Match!!!

- Quick shots of all three superstars holding up the WWE title at past WM’s.

Jonathan Coachman: You’ve gotta’ believe that this will be the greatest match in WrestleMania history, but what I really want to find out, is who really is THE BEST??

- Shot of Cena diving into the crowd last year.

Jonathan Coachman: The Doctor??

- Michaels flexing in the ring at WM X.

Jonathan Coachman: The Showstopper??

- Clip of Angle, serious, with the WWE title.

Jonathan Coachman: Or the Olympian??

- Quick shots of all three superstars.

“Only one man has the answer.”




END OF SHOW

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Very good Sunday Night Heat, Legend ... Mac's idea with the VPs was awesome. Big Show winning the Battle Royal was expected.

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FINAL Card for WWE WrestleMania XXII:
Date: April 2nd, 2006
Location: Allstate Arena; Rosemont, Illinois
Event Music: Peter Gabriel; Big Time


WWE Championship; Triple Threat Match:
'The Wrestling Machine' Kurt Angle © vs.
'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels vs.

2006 Royal Rumble Winner 'The Doctor of Thuganomics' John Cena

Easily the hardest match to predict in my estimation. Cena's the Rumble winner, but with so many titles changing hands on the card, I can easily see Angle retaining. Let's not forget about Michaels either. I'm gonna give the duke to Kurt Angle in this one. After Mania, Angle will continue to defend the belt, while Cena and Michaels have unfinished business to handle.


World Heavyweight Championship Match:
World Heavyweight Champion ’The Animal’ Batista vs.
Mr. Money in the Bank ’The Rated R Superstar’ Edge w/Lita

Edge. Not much more to say besides that. Big Dave's been an epic champions, but he who cashes in the MITB, gets the win.


Street Fight; Unfinished Business:
'The Whole Dam Show' Rob Van Dam vs. 'The Game' Triple H


Not completely predictable, but-- nah, fuck that, it is a rather predictable contest. This feud has been built to make Mr. VD into a main eventer, by having him go at the source for all his problems (in his (and your) mind at least), Triple H. Ha, Mr. VD, I'm clever. Anywho, Van Dam goes over in an epic matchup.


One On One:
'The Phenom' The Undertaker vs. 'The Real Deal' Bobby Lashley


Bobby Lashley has looked beyond epic in the buildup to this match. Exactly the way he should be. And what a treat it would be to see him go over here ... but he won't, and Taker wins, continuing this horribly overrated streak.


The Nature Boy vs. The Wrestling God:
Ric Flair vs. John Bradshaw Layfield

{If Ric Flair loses, he must retire}

If there is a God (and I don't believe there is), then he will not let Flair's career end against someone in worse shape than he. OH! The Horsemen counteract the Cabinet, and Naitch slaps on the Figure Four for the win.


Legend vs. Legend Killer; No Holds Barred Match:
Shane McMahon vs. 'The Legend Killer' Randy Orton

{If Shane loses, the McMahon Family must leave the WWE forever}

If the WWE Title Match isn't the most unpredictable match of the night, this most definitely is. While it's a No Holds Barred Match, I expect the H/RVD matchup to feature the heavy lifting while the stip in this match is used to keep Shane in it via weapons and interference, and lots of it. McMahon wins.

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United States Championship Match:
Booker T ©
w/Sharmell vs. Rey Mysterio

Rey's a broken soul. Booker's up high on his high horse. i expect Book to be knocked clean off by a recovering Mysterio.


Money In The Bank Ladder Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Matt Hardy vs. Gregory Helms vs. Finlay vs. Carlito vs. Mr. Kennedy


Kennedy...KENNEDY!!! If not he, then Hardy, but KK is still the safe choice.


Cruiserweight Championship Match:
'The Notorious K.I.D' Kid Kash © vs. 'The Pitbull' Jamie Noble


The interview on SmackDown was a showcase for how good Kid Kash can be in a WWE BTB, and I think it's a shame it came on the eve of him losing the Cruiserweight Championship. Hopefully, he continues to have a prominent role in this thread, but Jamie Noble wins the gold at Mania.


World Tag Team Championship Match; WGTT Reunite:
The Spirit Squad © vs. World's Greatest Tag Team

{Benjamin's Intercontinental title is not on the line}

Benjamin's got a belt, he ain't getting two, TWGTT revival seems like a one time only thing and I see the Haas-Benjamin feud beginning almost immediately following the match. Kenny & the Doanettes retain.


WWE Tag Team Championship; Three-Team Elimination Match:
MNM ©
w/Melina vs. The Hooligans vs. The Bluebloods

Much like Kash, MNM have been awesome, but it's time for ne champions, and The Hooligans are the faces. L&K take the gold.


Women's Championship Match:
Trish Stratus © vs. Victoria

{Mickie James as Special Guest Referee}

You know what we don't see any of in BTB? A thread with more than one women's feud at one time. I think we'll get it started here. Victoria wins the Women's Championship from Stratus after being screwed by Mickie.

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Pre-WrestleMania Sunday Night Heat 22-Man Battle Royal
Winners Gets Intercontinental/US Title Shot After WrestleMania

Matt Striker, Val Venis, Viscera, Chris Masters, Eugene, Gene Snitsky, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch, Doug Basham, Danny Basham & The Big Show
w/Paul Bearer
Juventud Guerrera, Psicosis, Super Crazy, Steven Richards, Nunzio, Scotty Too Hotty, Hardcore Holly, Simon Dean, Mike Mizanin, James Dick & Orlando Jordan w/Jillian Hall

Show.

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Hall of Fame Ceremony 2006
"Mean" Gene Okerlund, "Mr. USA" Tony Atlas, Verne Gagne, "Sensational" Sherri, The Blackjacks {Mulligan and Lanza}, Bret "Hitman" Hart, and Eddie Guerrero


[i]Wildcard Questions

1) What Match Will Open The Show??
WWE Tag Team Title Match seems to be a safe bet.

2) What will be the biggest shock of the night??
Somebody besides Vince or T-Lo interfering in the Shane/Orton match up.

3) What will be the match of the night??
Hunter and Van Dam, with the WWE Title Triple Threat as a close second.

4) How many shock appearances (if any) will there be??
4; The Horsemen; Vinnie Mac; Teddy Long; and somebody else in the Shane/Orton match.

5) How many titles will change hands??
Five.

6) Who will be involved in the biggest spot of the night, and if you have an idea, what will the spot be??
Something in the MITB involving Matt Hardy.


Looks to be EPIC.
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FINAL Card for WWE WrestleMania XXII:
Date: April 2nd, 2006
Location: Allstate Arena; Rosemont, Illinois
Event Music: Peter Gabriel; Big Time


WWE Championship; Triple Threat Match:
'The Wrestling Machine' Kurt Angle © vs.
'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels vs.

2006 Royal Rumble Winner 'The Doctor of Thuganomics' John Cena

Cena/HBK will work fine without the title involved, so Angle will retain.


World Heavyweight Championship Match:
World Heavyweight Champion ’The Animal’ Batista vs.
Mr. Money in the Bank ’The Rated R Superstar’ Edge w/Lita

Edge is cashing in MITB, and so he will win. Besides, Batista has been champ for almost a year.


Street Fight; Unfinished Business:
'The Whole Dam Show' Rob Van Dam vs. 'The Game' Triple H


RVD has been pushed lately, but I expect HHH to pick up the win thanks to Bischoff, with RVD feuding with the GM while Hunter goes into the WWE Title scene.


One On One:
'The Phenom' The Undertaker vs. 'The Real Deal' Bobby Lashley


Undertaker is the Undertaker. Lashley has been built up strong, but he will still lose, although he won't look weak in the process.


The Nature Boy vs. The Wrestling God:
Ric Flair vs. John Bradshaw Layfield

{If Ric Flair loses, he must retire}

This match is very hard to predict, since Flair is up there in years. Still, I think a legend (no pun intended) will retire Naitch, so JBL will lose.


Legend vs. Legend Killer; No Holds Barred Match:
Shane McMahon vs. 'The Legend Killer' Randy Orton

{If Shane loses, the McMahon Family must leave the WWE forever}

This stip is obviously so Shane can pull off all his big moves. I don't think anyone would let Randy Orton become an authority figure and dictator of the WWE, so I'm picking Shane.

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United States Championship Match:
Booker T ©
w/Sharmell vs. Rey Mysterio

Rey has looked like a bitch coming into this match, but it is time for a title change. Plus, we all know the age-old thing about the person who looks strong coming in losing.


Money In The Bank Ladder Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Matt Hardy vs. Gregory Helms vs. Finlay vs. Carlito vs. Mr. Kennedy


I think a face (Hardy, since he is the highest up the card) will win, only for Carlito to win the case several months later.


Cruiserweight Championship Match:
'The Notorious K.I.D' Kid Kash © vs. 'The Pitbull' Jamie Noble


I love both Kash and Noble, so I am looking forward to this match, but faces win at WM. Still, I hope Kash remains strong in this thread. Plz.


World Tag Team Championship Match; WGTT Reunite:
The Spirit Squad © vs. World's Greatest Tag Team

{Benjamin's Intercontinental title is not on the line}

Benji already has a belt, so he's not getting another one. You have teasing a Benji/Haas feud for a while, so Haas will screw Benji and they will feud.


WWE Tag Team Championship; Three-Team Elimination Match:
MNM ©
w/Melina vs. The Hooligans vs. The Bluebloods

MNM have been champs for a long time, so their reign has to end soon. Still, I have a sneaking suspicion that they will lose the belt at Backlash or JD to L&K.


Women's Championship Match:
Trish Stratus © vs. Victoria

{Mickie James as Special Guest Referee}

Victoria has been built up strong, but I expect Mickie to start a feud with Trish while Victoria loses and fades away from the title scene.

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Pre-WrestleMania Sunday Night Heat 22-Man Battle Royal
Winners Gets Intercontinental/US Title Shot After WrestleMania

Matt Striker, Val Venis, Viscera, Chris Masters, Eugene, Gene Snitsky, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch, Doug Basham, Danny Basham & The Big Show
w/Paul Bearer
Juventud Guerrera, Psicosis, Super Crazy, Steven Richards, Nunzio, Scotty Too Hotty, Hardcore Holly, Simon Dean, Mike Mizanin, James Dick & Orlando Jordan w/Jillian Hall

Seriously, who cares? However, everyone but Show is a jobber or involved in another fued, so TBS picks up the win.

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Hall of Fame Ceremony 2006
"Mean" Gene Okerlund, "Mr. USA" Tony Atlas, Verne Gagne, "Sensational" Sherri, The Blackjacks {Mulligan and Lanza}, Bret "Hitman" Hart, and Eddie Guerrero


[i]Wildcard Questions

1) What Match Will Open The Show??
Money-in-the-Bank

2) What will be the biggest shock of the night??
Somebody besides Vince or T-Lo interfering in the Shane/Orton match up.

3) What will be the match of the night??
The WWE Title match. I am more interested in that match than any other, so it will be MOTN for me.

4) How many shock appearances (if any) will there be??
2; Vince (if you can call that a shock) and someone in the HHH/RVD match (probably an ECW Original).

5) How many titles will change hands??
Three.

6) Who will be involved in the biggest spot of the night, and if you have an idea, what will the spot be??
Something in the MITB involving Matt Hardy and probably Carlito.


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Ahem. I'm gonna make this as blunt as possible. It's Sunday here. Don't know what day/time it is in England, but I don't care. Make with the show. Now.

Awesome preview by the way <3
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It should be up later on PaRa, I don't expect him to post it early morning-noonish, 3 more hours methinks.
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FINAL Card for WWE WrestleMania XXII:
Date: April 2nd, 2006
Location: Allstate Arena; Rosemont, Illinois
Event Music: Peter Gabriel; Big Time


WWE Championship; Triple Threat Match:
'The Wrestling Machine' Kurt Angle © vs.
'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels vs.

2006 Royal Rumble Winner 'The Doctor of Thuganomics' John Cena

Cena and HBK have stood tall the last few weeks, Angle hasn't been the featured attraction in this match, so he wins.


World Heavyweight Championship Match:
World Heavyweight Champion ’The Animal’ Batista vs.
Mr. Money in the Bank ’The Rated R Superstar’ Edge w/Lita

Edge steals one here after the performance on Friday Night, Dave's had the belt for a year, time to hand it off to someone else.


Street Fight; Unfinished Business:
'The Whole Dam Show' Rob Van Dam vs. 'The Game' Triple H


Van Dam gets the W, he's been in need of it since Hunters had the upperhand in the feud the entire time.


One On One:
'The Phenom' The Undertaker vs. 'The Real Deal' Bobby Lashley


Lashley, like Hunter, has had a major lead coming into the match. It's WrestleMania, so Taker gets the nod.


The Nature Boy vs. The Wrestling God:
Ric Flair vs. John Bradshaw Layfield

{If Ric Flair loses, he must retire}

Flair isn't retiring yet, awesome feud here though, I think JBL will do something drastic after Mania because of the loss.


Legend vs. Legend Killer; No Holds Barred Match:
Shane McMahon vs. 'The Legend Killer' Randy Orton

{If Shane loses, the McMahon Family must leave the WWE forever}

Shanes looked bad most of the feud but Orton's a wrestler, Shane isn't. Orton's gained a ton of momentum and for him to lose to Shane in this would be terrible. McMahon's will find a way back into the E at a later time with this leading to a bigger situation.

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United States Championship Match:
Booker T ©
w/Sharmell vs. Rey Mysterio

After the way Rey looked on SD, I think he'll lose this time and win at JD. Booker will keep his momentum and probably progress into KOTR after his feud with Rey ends at JD.


Money In The Bank Ladder Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Matt Hardy vs. Gregory Helms vs. Finlay vs. Carlito vs. Mr. Kennedy


Too soon for Kennedy and Helms, Hardy's red hot now too with a W or two over JBL plus an awesome run all together.


Cruiserweight Championship Match:
'The Notorious K.I.D' Kid Kash © vs. 'The Pitbull' Jamie Noble


Kash is awesome but it looks like Jamie's taking the strap home.


World Tag Team Championship Match; WGTT Reunite:
The Spirit Squad © vs.World's Greatest Tag Team

{Benjamin's Intercontinental title is not on the line}

Benjy/Haas will brew somehow, but no screwover or anything. They just won't win, miscommunication is likely to light the fire under their asses for after Mania but WGTT will fall just short. It's too soon for a title change.


WWE Tag Team Championship; Three-Team Elimination Match:
MNM ©
w/Melina vs. The Hooligans vs. The Bluebloods

MNM's tossing the belts this show me thinks. Hooligans got the best chance to win but I want Bluebloods big time. Guessing.


Women's Championship Match:
Trish Stratus © vs. Victoria

{Mickie James as Special Guest Referee}

Possibly a clean loss here with Trish turning heel in the aftermath. I would love to see a womans feud between Mickie/Trish that ISN'T for the title w/ the womans title also having it's own feud.

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Pre-WrestleMania Sunday Night Heat 22-Man Battle Royal
Winners Gets Intercontinental/US Title Shot After WrestleMania

Matt Striker, Val Venis, Viscera, Chris Masters, Eugene, Gene Snitsky, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch, Doug Basham, Danny Basham & The Big Show
w/Paul Bearer
Juventud Guerrera, Psicosis, Super Crazy, Steven Richards, Nunzio, Scotty Too Hotty, Hardcore Holly, Simon Dean, Mike Mizanin, James Dick & Orlando Jordan w/Jillian Hall

Show already won, I made my predictions late, meh.

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Hall of Fame Ceremony 2006
"Mean" Gene Okerlund, "Mr. USA" Tony Atlas, Verne Gagne, "Sensational" Sherri, The Blackjacks {Mulligan and Lanza}, Bret "Hitman" Hart, and Eddie Guerrero


Wildcard Questions

1) What Match Will Open The Show??
SD's Tag Title Match

2) What will be the biggest shock of the night??
Orton ending the McMahon legacy for now.

3) What will be the match of the night??
WWE Championship.

4) How many shock appearances (if any) will there be??
4. A few involved in RVDs & Shanes matches.

5) How many titles will change hands??
Four.

6) Who will be involved in the biggest spot of the night, and if you have an idea, what will the spot be??
Shane and Orton, no idea what the spot will be though.


Looks sexy Legend, I'll be waiting.
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WWE Wrestle Mania XXII



The Allstate Arena, Chicago, Illinois

April 2nd, 2006


… NOW IT’S BIG TIME …



The soft, piano-based tune ‘Inches’ plays, as we see an image of the man, the name, the legend, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, standing alone in a ring, in an empty arena, gazing into the rafters, as the voice … begins.

Narrator:
… don't know what to say really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal … or we are going to crumble.


The image changes to show Vincent J. McMahon at a show, in the ring.

Narrator:
Inch by inch, play by play, till we're finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me … and we can stay here and get the {shit} kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch, at a time.

Ric Flair stands alone in the ring now too, a tear in his eye.

Narrator:
Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around and I see these young faces and I think, I mean I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make. I uh ... I pissed away all my money believe it or not. I chased off anyone who has ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.

Shane McMahon alone in a darkened room, his head bowed.

Narrator:
You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That's, that's part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches. So is {wrestling}. Because in either game … the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or to early you don't quite make it.

At WM XVII The Rock staring up at Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Narrator:
One half second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in ever break of the game every minute, every second.

Hogan slamming Andre at WM III.

Narrator:
On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone around us to pieces for that inch. We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch. Cause we know when we add up all those inches that's going to make the … difference between WINNING and LOSING between LIVING and DYING!!!

Austin in the sharpshooter, blood streaming from his head, refusing to tap at WM XIII.

Narrator:
I'll tell you this in any fight it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch.

Triple H winning the Undisputed Championship at WM XVIII.

Narrator:
And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch because that is what LIVING is. The six inches in front of your face.

Piper and Mr. T face-to-face at the very first WrestleMania.

Narrator:
Now I can't make you do it. You gotta’ look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes. Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You are going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you are gonna’ do the same thing for him.

HBK rappelling down the line at WM XII.

Narrator:
That's a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's all it is.

Kurt Angle facing off against Brock Lesnar at WMXIX.

Narrator:
That’s {wrestling} guys.

Ric Flair:

(Echoing)
That’s wrestling.

The Undertaker throwing Triple H off the stanchion.

Narrator:
That’s all it is.

Vince McMahon:

(Echoing)

That’s all it is.

John Cena winning his first WWE Championship at WMXXI.

Narrator:
Now, whattaya’ gonna do??

Shane McMahon:

(Echoing)

What’re we all gonna’ do??

Shane crashing through a table at WMXVII.

Vince McMahon:
What will we all do??

Shawn Michaels:
Show why I am THE SHOWSTOPPER!!

Michaels twirling in the middle of the ring, arms out wide.

Vince McMahon:
What will we all sacrifice??

Triple H:
ANYTHING to win the game!!

Hunter pinning The Rock at WMXVI.

Vince McMahon:
Tonight, what will we accomplish??

Randy Orton:
Another legend KILLED!!

Orton taking Taker to the limit at WMXXI.

Edge:
Become a CHAMPION!!

Edge hugging the MITB briefcase close to his chest last year.

Ric Flair:
Keep the greatest career of all time going!!

Flair, bloody and wild at WMVIII.

Vince McMahon:
Tonight, what will we lose??

Bobby Lashley:
A STREAK!!!

Lashley driving Taker through the announce table.

John Bradshaw Layfield:
A CAREER!!!

Dollars raining down from JBL at WMXXI.

Randy Orton:
A LEGACY!!!

Orton nailing Foley with an RKO at WMXXI...

Vince McMahon:
Tonight, what will we prove??

Rob Van Dam:
That I BELONG!!!

Van Dam flying off the top rope with a Five Star.

Kurt Angle:
That I am the best.

Angle forcing Michaels to submit at WrestleMania XXI.

Shelton Benjamin:
That I will always steal the show.

Shelton bringing the house down in the MITB match last year.

Kenny:
That it’s time for the next generation.

The Spirit Squad hitting the High Spirits.

Rey Mysterio:
That I have the biggest heart in the fight.

Mysterio hugging his best friend Eddie Guerrero.

Triple H:
What will we do??

Pedigree on Booker T at WM XIX.

Rob Van Dam:
What will we sacrifice??

Footage of RVD from old ECW shows.

Booker T:
What will we accomplish??

Booker T walking down the aisle at WM XIX.

Rey Mysterio:
What will we lose??

Mysterio holding the CW Championship high above his head.

Bobby Lashley:
What will we prove??

Lashley making his debut late in 2005.

Johnny Nitro & Joey Mercury:
What will we discover??

MNM standing atop a Steel Cage on a SD! Episode.

Paul London & Brian Kendrick:
What will we forget??

Footage of The Hooligans sprinting down to the ring.

Spirit Squad:
What will we understand??

The SS winning the titles in their FIRST match on Raw.

Batista:
What will we see??

Inter-cutting images of Batista’s monstrous year-long title reign.

Trish Stratus:
What will we create??

Shots of Trish making her entrances at numerous WM’s.

John Cena:
What will we destroy??

Cena brawling bloodily with Shawn Michaels on Raw.

Shawn Michaels:
The answer is always the same …

Sweet Chin Music to Hart, Razor, and Austin amongst others.

Ric Flair:
The answer will come to us all …

Flair holding the WWF Title at WM VIII.

Kurt Angle:
The answers will be clear …

Angle winning his Gold Medals at the 1996 Olympics.

Edge:
The answers will be obvious …

Edge emerging through the smoke at WM XXI.

John Bradshaw Layfield:
The answers will make gods of us all …

JBL holding the WWE Championship up high.

Triple H:
The answers will show who is king …

Triple H spraying water into the air on the apron.

Rob Van Dam:
The answers will show who is ready …

Van Dam doing the thumb taunt at the top of the ramp at WM XVIII.

Batista:
But what are the answers??

Batista winning the WHC from HHH at WM XXI.

John Cena:
What are the answers??

Cena poised to deliver the F-U to Big Show at WM XX.

Edge:
What are the answers??

Flashing images of Edge delivering a Spear to opponents.

Shawn Michaels:
What are the answers??

HBK on his knees, WWF Champion clutched in his arms at WM XII.

Kurt Angle:
What are the answers??

Angle setting off his red, white and blue pyro.

Vince McMahon:
I know the answer.

McMahon in the ring, mic in his hand, at WM’s of old.

Vince McMahon:
This … is WRESTLE - MANIAAAAAAAA!!!!



***


AND NOW … SNICKERS PRESENTS A RAW AND SMACKDOWN PRODUCTION … WRESTLEMANIA TWENTY TWO!!!!




WRESTLEMANIA 22

We cut into the Allstate Arena, and already the crowd is going absolutely wild, as the red hot pyrotechnics fire up into the air at an alarming rate and the camera zips around the building, showing each and every one of the tens of thousands of fans in attendance, all holding up their signs: “FLAIR FOREVER”, “LASHLEY WILL REST IN PIECE”, “HAPPY ANNIVERSAY BATISTA”, “HHH WILL TASTE EXTREME”, and many, many others. As Peter Gabriel’s “Big Time’ blasts out over the PA, we finally cut across to out announce team.

Jim Ross:
We welcome you … to WRESTLE – MANIAAAAAA TWENTY TWO!!!! I’m so glad you could be here with us tonight, ladies and gentlemen, here on the most special of WWE nights. I am good ole’ J.R, Jim Ross, here alongside, calling his first EVER WrestleMania spectacular, The Coach, Jonathan Coachman, and we are coming to you from the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois!! What d’ya think of this, Coach??!! Have you ever heard anything like this before??

Jonathan Coachman:
I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything like this anywhere in the world EVER, J.R!! This is unbelievable!! This is indeed The Coach’s debut at WrestleMania, but don’t think I’m going to be overawed, J.R, I’m used to big occasions, and just like everyone waiting backstage tonight, I plan on rising to the occasion.

Jim Ross:
I’m sure you will, Coach, I’m sure you will. But let’s not forget that it’s not only us here tonight getting the privilege to witness this spectacular event. No, sir. We are coming to you tonight all over the world. With that said, let’s take it to our Spanish announce team, Hugo Savinovich and Carlos Cabrera! Good evening, fellas!!

The Spanish duo go absolutely wild, talking rapidly for a few minutes much like J.R and Coach, before sending it over to the SmackDown! announce team.

Michael Cole:
It’s been one year in the making, but WrestleMania Twenty-Two is finally upon us!! Hello, everyone, I’m Michael Cole, joined tonight, as always by my broadcast partner Tazz and the NEWEST member of the WWE team, here representing ECW, Joey Styles. Partners, what a night it’s going to be!!

Joey Styles:
I’m delighted to be here, Michael, and thank you everyone for welcoming me on this truly momentous night for the WWE.

Tazz:
Without a doubt, Joey, this is HUGE!! Just listen to this place, everyone’s going freakin’ crazy!! I tell you what though, I’ve been waiting all year for this bad boy to come around and now it’s finally here I just want the action to get going right away. This is gonna’ be great, I CAN’T WAIT!!!

Joey Styles:
It is indeed a special time, Michael and Tazz, a great way for me to lose my WrestleMania virginity; and we’re not going to put it off any longer. It’s time for WrestleMania Twenty-Two to get underway!!




*PYRO EXPLOSION*



***BOOYAKA BOOYAKA 619***

Rey Mysterio explodes from the stage to a wonderful reception from the Chicago crowd, amplified by his status as the first face superstar {and superstar of any description} of the evening. Dressed in his flame coloured tights for the special occasion, Mysterio does not even slap hands with the fans, look far more serious and focused than usual, as he head for the ring.



Tony Chimel:
This is the opening contest of WRESTLEMANI - AAAAA TWENTY-TWO … and it is scheduled for one fall … and it is for … the U - NIIIIIIIIIIITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(Crowd cheers) … Introducing first the challenger … from San Diego, California … weighing in at 175 pounds … REY MYSTERRRRRIOOO!!!!


Rey walks over to an area of the ringside crowd, where his wife Angie and his two children are. He hugs his family, touching heads with his son, before rolling into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and slowly pumps his fist to the crowd, though all the while keeping his eyes on his loved ones.


Michael Cole:
He has been a Cruiserweight Champion, he has been a tag team Champion, but Rey Mysterio has NEVER held a single’s title in the heavyweight division. This is Mysterio’s night; his night to prove to the world that he CAN mix it with these guys. Back at No Way Out he pinned Booker T in a tag team match to earn this shot and he has had to endure Booker’s attempts to destroy his spirit ever since.

Tazz:
What a way to kick of WrestleMania, baby!!! I’ve known Rey Mysterio a long time, Cole, and I’ve never known him to be as focused as he is tonight. Winning the United States Championship means absolutely everything to him – but can he do it? You saw the state he was in Friday night, guys.


”CAN YOU DIG IT, SUCKAAAAAAAAAA?”



***HARLEM HEAT***

The crowd erupts with an initial mixed reaction at the sound of the remixed version of the old school WCW theme, as the United States Champion Booker T steps out onto the stage. He is wearing his all black attire, trunks, knee/shoulder pads, gloves, boots and all, with his hair neatly braided, and his title belt securely around his waist. Looking classy as always, his wife Sharmell follows behind her man, dressed in a long black dress worthy of WrestleMania.


Tony Chimel:
And introducing his opponent … from Houston, Texas … weighing in at 250 pounds … accompanied to the ring by his wife, Sharmell … he is … the WWE U - NIIIIIIIIIITED STATES CHAMPION … BOOKERRRRRRRRRR T!!!


With his fiery pyro going off in the background, Booker T enters the ring with his wife and holds up his title belt to the crowd to thunderous heat. For some strange reason, in his free hand, Booker’s pinkie is also in the air, an arrogant show of class from the champ. He looks almost transfixed, ignoring Mysterio, who adjusts his mask silently, with Book staring into the crowd ahead of his fifth Wrestlemania.


Joey Styles:
Booker T is – well, there’s no other way to put it – he is one of the most successful and decorated Champions in the history of professional wrestling. He is a Five time WCW World Champion, a former tag team, Intercontinental and, of course, United States Champion. He has held this title for five months, defeating Chris Benoit – one has to wonder if he can exist without gold around his waist.

Tazz:
I know what you mean, Joey. Booker T was just born to wear gold and just think he’s gonna have too much experience, too much size and strength for his opponent tonight.

Booker grudgingly hands his title over to the referee, who holds it up high to cheers from the crowd. Rey makes some last minute adjustments to his mask, whilst Booker kisses his wife and steps forwards.



***Bell Rings***



United States Championship Match:
Booker T ©
w/Sharmell vs. Rey Mysterio

No circling the ring, no fancy moves to kick this one off, as both Booker T and Rey Mysterio walk slowly towards the centre of the ring. The rivals go nose-to-nose {or as close as they can get} and begin the trash talking. Booker is clearly the most verbal, but Mysterio holds his own, talking his smack right back to the United States Champion. After this brief stare down, the two men back off towards their respective corners.

Booker T slaps his chest, psyching himself up, as Rey begins to circle around the canvas. Booker copies, prowling around the edges of the ring sinisterly. The two men come together in a collar and elbow tie up, jostling for position in the centre of the ring - but Booker easily over powers the smaller Mysterio into the near corner. Booker muscles into Rey, until the referee finally intercedes, separating the two men - but Booker throws a right hand - Mysterio ducks and catches the Champ with a School Boy!!

…1...
………………………..…

… NO!
Booker kicks out hurriedly, shoving Rey away and leaping back up to his feet. The crowd murmurs slightly with excitement, as Mysterio smirks at his opponent. Shaking his head with frustration, Booker heads right back in, arms raised for a tie up. Rey steps forwards as well, but Booker quickly snatches the Cruiserweight legend’s left arm and twists it around. Booker cinches in the twist, but Rey drops down, rolling over and popping up once again, spinning through and twisting the Champ’s arm round instead, hyper extending the shoulder and elbow. Mysterio quickly pulls Booker in, grabbing him in a Side Headlock.

Rey wrestles with Booker’s head for a moment, before the U.S Champ manages to use his power quickly and shoves Mysterio away into the ropes. The Challenger shoots back, as Booker whips his leg up - and Rey slides right through the legs of the Champion! Booker spins around in shock and Mysterio snatches him in another Side Headlock. The two men stagger backwards slightly, before Booker shoves with his arms, hurling Rey off into the corner, causing him to collide with the turnbuckle sternum first. Mysterio staggers out backwards; stunned … BOOKER NAILS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE!!

Mysterio crumples down to the canvas, clutching the back of his head, as Booker looks on with his intense eyes. He pulls Rey back up to his feet and nails hip with a wicked Knife Edge Chop across the chest, followed by a quick right hand straight after! He drives Rey back into the ropes, setting the smaller man’s head between the ropes and wrenching back on his neck, almost like a Camel Clutch variation using the top rope!

The referee counts Booker out, 1 … 2 … 3 … 4, and drags him away from the ropes, berating the Champion, who protests loudly, holding his hands in the air. With the referee’s back turned, Sharmell reaches down and slowly removes her shoe, before sneaking towards where Mysterio’s head is hanging on the middle rope – but the referee quickly turns around, and Sharmell backs away quickly. The official eyes Sharmell warily, as Booker spins Rey around, leaning him against the ropes, reeling back and delivering a stinging Knife Edge Chop, ripping across Mysterio’s chest!

The crowd “WOOOOOS” loudly at the smack of flesh and Rey groans in pain. Smirking, Booker T props Mysterio back up and connects with another Knife Edge Chop right across the already reddening chest of the Cruiserweight! More “WOOOOOS” ring throughout the Allstate Arena, as Rey gasps, eyes bulging out of his head, and Booker grins into the hostile crowd. He brings Mysterio’s back up and throws a third Knife Edge Chop … but Rey ducks under it, propping Booker against the ropes AND DELIVERING A FLURRY OF CHOPS TO THE U.S CHAMPION!!

The crowd cheers and “WOOOOOS” with every blow, as Booker is rocked against the ropes, his eyes wide with surprise. Rey grabs Booker’s arm and tries to Irish Whip him across the ring - but Booker reverses it and pulls Mysterio in. Rey quickly boots the Five Time WCW Champion in the gut, before reaching up and bringing him over with a Snapmare takedown. Booker lands in a seated position in front of the ropes, and Mysterio leaps out onto the apron, holding onto the top rope, before swinging up … DRIVING HIS FEET INTO BOOKER’S FACE WITH A SWINGING DROPKICK!!

Booker crashes backwards into the middle of the ring flat on his back and Rey quickly leaps up … SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH PICKIN’ DA DIME … NAILING THE SPLASH TO THE CHAMPION!! He quickly hooks the leg, looking for an early victory!

…1...
…………………….

…2...
NO!
Booker T kicks out desperately, as Sharmell clutches her chest on the outside, shocked that her man almost lost it all there. Mysterio shakes his head slightly, before quickly getting up to his feet. Booker gets up as well, dazed though, and stagger backwards into the corner. Rey heads in right after his rival … BOOKER EXPLODES, LAUNCHING REY UP OVER HIS HEAD … Rey lands with his hands on the top rope and wraps his legs around Booker’s head! Booker spins himself around and hurls Mysterio’s legs up into the air … the Challenger lands on the apron.

Booker races in quickly, but Mysterio catches him with a shoulder to the gut, sending the Champion staggering backwards. With Booker reeling, Rey leaps up … GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD … BUT BOOKER SLUGS HIM HARD IN THE FACE, KNOCKING HIM DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE!! Mysterio lands rather awkwardly on his knee on the outside, with Tazz and Cole putting across how that could affect him later on. The crowd “OOOOOS” and the referee quickly stops Booker from following up through the ropes. As the official berates Booker, Sharmell quickly scurries around the outside AND CLOBBERS REY ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH HER SHOE!!

The crowd boos, as Sharmell lays into her husband’s opponent with the hard stiletto heel … BUT THE REFEREE SEES HER! Sharmell holds her hands up innocently and backs away, but the referee quickly climbs through the ropes … AND SENDS SHARMELL TO THE BACK! The crowd pops loudly, as Sharmell and Booker T go berserk with the official, but he is having none of it. Booker rushes to the outside of the ring and goes to the bottom of the ramp to converse with his wife and the referee.

The couple argue incessantly, but eventually Sharmell has nothing left to do but kiss her husband on the forehead and storm back up the ramp, leaving Booker staring after her with an open mouth. The United States Champion shakes his head and turns around … REY MYSTERIO SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE … HITTING BOOKER T WITH THE SEATED SENTON!!!

The crowd roars with approval, as Rey Mysterio continues to delight the fans. The Master of the 619 slowly {he touches his knee gingerly} makes it up to his feet groggily, but managing to salute his followers all the same. He pulls Booker back up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, before following in with a hook of the leg!

…1...
…………………….

…2...
NO!
Booker kicks out quickly, getting both his legs in the air, but Rey does not let it faze him. He pulls the Champ back up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with right hands, before going for an Irish Whip across the ring, but Booker reverses it, sending Mysterio off the ropes. Rey comes back and Booker boots him hard in the gut, before setting him up in a Powerbomb position … BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP HIGH … Mysterio fights it off though in mid air and slides down behind Booker, grabbing the Champ’s neck, going for a Neckbreaker … BUT BOOKER SHOVES TO REFEREE AWAY … AND FLICKS HIS HEEL UP WITH A LOW BLOW TO REY!!

The crowd mercilessly boos the actions of Booker T, as Rey staggers away clutching his groin in agony, dropping down to one knee. With an intelligent smile on his face, Booker walks up behind Rey and stamps hard on the back of his knee, causing the high flier to roll over in agony. Booker quickly lifts up Mysterio’s left leg and kicks at the knee of the Cruiserweight over and over and over again, trying to pick apart the essential limbs of the athletic superstar.

Booker drags Rey over to the bottom rope and props up his leg, the knee in particular … Booker launches himself up and comes crashing back down with his full 250 pounds across the knee of Mysterio! Rey cries out slightly, the pain shooting through his leg … BUT BOOKER LEAPS UP AGAIN AND SLAMS INTO THE KNEE! Rey tries to grab his leg, but Booker quickly pulls the Cruiserweight to the centre of the ring, drags his left leg over, so that Mysterio is on his front, and sits down, applying the HALF BOSTON CRAB!!

The crowd groans as the submission is applied and they see their favourite, Rey Mysterio, put through even more pain. Rey scratches and claws for the bottom rope, only for Booker T to wrench back even harder on the leg, desperate for Mysterio to give up in front of thousands of people. Rey inched along the canvas, spurred on by the multitude of “619” chants … AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Angrily, Booker maintains the submission, refusing to release it, as the referee counts: 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … Booker finally drops the leg, glaring at the official.

The United States Champion does let up for a second though, as he grabs hold of Rey’s leg once again and yanks him to the middle of the ring. Though obviously not a submission wrestler, Booker T begins to go for another leg hold, this time the most famous one of them all … he spins around Mysterio’s leg for the FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK … but Rey kicks him in the back with his other foot and Booker stumbles forwards … GETTING TANGLED IN THE SECOND ROPE!!

The crowd lets out a huge cheer, as Rey Mysterio begins to make it back up to his feet incredibly gingerly, limping all the time. He cannot even make the cry, but many members of the audience yell out, “619!” Mysterio turns and begins to hobble towards the ropes, unable to run … AND BOOKER RUSHES UP BEHIND AND TAKES HIM BACK DOWN WITH A CHOP BLOCK!!

Mysterio crumples forward in agony, as Booker T, clearly angry that he almost felt The 619, hurls Rey into the corner with force. The Champ wraps Mysterio’s left leg around the middle rope and the knee joint, pulling it taught … BEFORE KICKING IT AGAIN … AGAIN … AND AGAIN! Rey gasps and howls with the pain of each blow … BEFORE KICKING BOOKER IN THE FACE WITH HIS FREE LEG, KNOCKING HIM DOWN!

With the Champ away for even a few moments, Rey quickly tries to capitalise, as he normally would, by heading to the top turnbuckle. Mysterio’s knee almost gives out on him as he makes it to the top much more slowly than usual, putting barely any weight on his left leg at all … BOOKER CLUBS HIM FROM BEHIND, CAUSING MYSTERIO TO FALL BACKWARDS AND GET CAUGHT IN THE TREE OF WOE!!

Grinning sadistically, Booker backs off, arms raised in the air to huge boos from the crowd. He walks across the ring … BEFORE RACING TOWARDS REY … MYSTERIO ROLLS UP … AND BOOKER SMACKS INTO THE STEEL RING POST SHOULDER FIRST!!! The U.S Champ rolls around on the canvas holding his arm, as Rey carefully tries to make it to the top rope once more. His left leg seems to be shaking with strain, as Booker T walks up behind Rey … MYSTERIO FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT … BUT BOOKER CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDER!!

The crowd lets out another groan, this one of awe though, as size starts to matter. Booker carries Rey to the middle of the ring … THROWS HIM UP … BUT MYSTERIO COUNTERS INTO A DDT!! A huge pop goes up from the crowd, as Booker lies flat on his back, and Rey tries to stand up … his knee gives way! Instead, Mysterio simply crawls over on his hands and knees and hooks Booker’s leg!

…1...
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…2...
NO!
Booker kicks out to the disappointment of the fans! Mysterio shows a tiny bit of frustration, as he shakes his head, but quickly grabs hold of the top rope and heaves himself back up. Limping badly, Rey pulls Booker T up and drills him with right hands, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing hold of Booker’s arm, Mysterio goes for an Irish Whip … Booker reverses it and pulls Rey in … THEY SMACK HEADS TOGETHER!!

The clash of heads sends a sickening smack throughout the Allstate Arena and both men stumble backwards, with Rey Mysterio landing in the corner. Thanks to this positioning, Mysterio gingerly steps up the turnbuckle, as Booker clambers back up to his feet with his back to his opponent … REY LEAPS OFF … DRIVING BOOKER’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A JUMPING BULLDOG!!! Mysterio reaches back and hooks Booker’s far leg desperately!

…1...
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…2...
NO!
BOOKER BARELY KICKS OUT! The crowd gasps, knowing how close that one was, and Mysterio does do, as he holds his head. Rey quickly pulls the Champion up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with stiff right hands. Grabbing the Book Man’s arm, Mysterio goes for the Irish Whip, but Booker reverses it, sending Rey into the ropes. Mysterio flies back, ducking the Champ’s Clothesline, coming off the other ropes … AND GETS DAMN NEAR DECAPTITATED WITH A JUMPING HOOK KICK!! Booker drops down for a cover!

…1…

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…2…

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… T-NO!
REY KICKS OUT! Even though he looked unconscious, Mysterio somehow survived that one. The crowd cheers, but Booker gives the referee a dark look, smacking his hand together three times. Eventually the Champ gets back to his feet … AND BEGINS TO CLIMB THE TURNBUCKLE!

The fans seem rather shocked, as Booker deviates from his usual game plan, looking for some high-risk manoeuvre. He ascends up the turnbuckle backwards, facing the ring, and stands on the second rung - as Rey leaps up and drill him with a right hand. Booker freezes, as Mysterio nails him with several more shots, before stepping up to the second turnbuckle himself. Rey tries to hook the Champ’s arm … but Booker wraps it around Mysterio’s chest instead … AND LEAPS OFF … NAILING A BOOK END TO REY FROM THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!! The fans pops despite the perpetrator of the move, and Booker slowly drapes an arm across his Challenger!

…1…

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…2…

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… THRE-NO!
MYSTERIO GETS A SHOULDER UP! Cheers ring out around Chicago, as Rey survives the devastating move. Booker T sits bolt upright, holding his head in his hands in dismay. He staggers back up to his feet and walks towards the referee, demanding to know how that was not a three count. The official holds his own though, yelling at the Champ to back off. Booker, fuming with rage, storms back over to the fallen Mysterio and drags him up … REY CATCHES HIM WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!

…1…

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…2…

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… THR-NO!
BOOKER KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! The crowd gasps, as Rey almost won the match out of nowhere. The U.S Champ is quickly back up to his feet though, and boots Mysterio quickly. Booker drags Rey up and presses him into the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip … but Mysterio reverses, bringing Book in to a kick to the gut. The Champ doubles over and Rey races off the ropes as quickly as his knee will allow … LEAPING UP … HITTING BOOKER T’S OWN SCISSORS KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS SKULL!!! Mysterio reached back, grabbing the far leg!

…1…

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…2…

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… THRE-NO!
A LAST SECOND KICK OUT FROM BOOKER T! The Champion avoids humiliation by the slightest of margins, as the crowd lets out another groan. Mysterio looks on in disbelief and groggily makes it back up to his feet. Booker T does the same, staggering around the ring drunkenly, before turning around … AND REY TRIPS HIM ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE! The crowd goes wild, as Mysterio charges off the ropes {though still hobbling slightly} and races in … NAILING THE 619 TO BOOKER T!!

A huge explosion goes up around the Allstate Arena, as Booker flops around in the ring, rolling head over heels, before finally staggering back up to his feet. Poised on the apron … REY LEAPS UP … AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE LOOKING FOR THE WEST COAST POP … BUT BOOKER CATCHES HIM IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION AND RACES FORWARDS … BUT MYSTERIO COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Both men land on the hard floor outside and lay still, as crowd cheers for Rey Mysterio and the referee begins his count.

“ONE … TWO … THREE …”

Mysterio is the first to show signs of life, to the delight of the crowd.

“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”

Rey crawls towards the ring apron and begins to pull himself up.

“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”

Using every last bit of effort, Mysterio rolls into the ring –

BUT BOOKER T GRABS HIS TITLE BELT FROM THE TIMEKEEPER AND BEGINS TO WALK AWAY!! The crowd boos the cowardly actions of the United States Champion mercilessly - but the referee does not want this match to end on a count out and walks towards the ropes, demanding that the Champ get back inside or be counted out. A desperate and panicking Mysterio spins the official around, pleading with him not to count Booker out…

…as Rey turns and begins to argue with the referee, begging him not to count The Book Man out. Quickly though, Booker drops his title belt and SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING. He looks to blindside Mysterio … BUT REY FEELIS HIM COMING … Rey spins and ducks under Booker’s swings, racing across the ring and shooting off the ropes. Booker leaps up for a Hook Kick, but Mysterio darts under that as well, hitting the ropes again, BUT BOOKER GETS HIM ON THE WAY BACK … LIFTING HIM UP … AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH IMPACT SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd is booing wildly, as Booker makes the cover, and the referee slides back inside.
…1…

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…2…

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!!THREE - NO!!
MYSTERIO KICKS OUT YET AGAIN! There does not seem to be any quit in Rey on this day, and Booker T is finding out the hard way. The Champion seethes wildly, before laying Rey out, still prone in the centre of the ring, before climbing up the turnbuckle once again. This time Mysterio does not get up and Booker makes it all the way to the top turnbuckle … BEFORE LEAPING OFF … GOING FOR THE HARLEM HANGOVER … BUT REY MOVES!! Booker’s leg and hamstring slams into nothing but the canvas, and the Champion is down and out.

Now it is Mysterio’s turn to ascend the turnbuckle, as he presses awkwardly on his knee, making it all the way to the top, pointing up to the sky … BEFORE LEAPING OFF WITH THE FROG SPLASH … BUT BOOKER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY THIS TIME … AND REY EATS MAT!!!

A tiring United States Champion quickly makes it to his feet, dragging an almost unconscious Mysterio with him. He boots Rey in the gut, doubling him over … BEFORE RACING OFF THE ROPES ... LEAPING UP … LOOKING FOR THE SCISSORS KICK … BUT REY SIDE STEPS … BOOKER TURNS AROUND … AND MYSTERIO JUMPS UP AND SNAPS OFF A HURRICANRANA IDENTICALLY TO NO WAY OUT, HOLDING ONTO BOOKER’S LEGS FOR DEAR LIFE!!!

…1…

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…2…

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!!!!!THREE!!!!!
WINNER - AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION - REY MYSTERIO @ 14:43.


BOOKER KICKS OUT, BUT IT’S TOO LATE!! MYSTERIO HAS DONE IT!! REY HAS PROVED THAT HE CAN BEAT THE BEST!! As Rey leaps up to his feet with jubilation, Booker T sits forwards immediately, a look of unfathomable shock on his face. The referee raises Mysterio’s hand, but the legendary Cruiserweight is almost like a child, as he leaps around the ring.


Michael Cole:
YES!!! Rey Mysterio has done it! Rey Mysterio has proved that he truly deserve to be with the heavyweights! Rey Mysterio is the NEW … United – States – Champion!!

Joey Styles:
OH MY GOD!!! Hard work really does pay off. After years of working his way through the ranks of the Mexican Lucha Libre leagues; a little place called ECW; WCW, and now, in WWE, Rey Mysterio has FINALLY won the biggest prize of his life.

Tazz:
Oh, man, this place is goin’ nuts!! What a way to kick off the show!! I – I’m in shock, Cole. I didn’t think Rey would be able to pull it off, but he did it! Talk about déjà vu; he beat Booker the exact same way he did at No Way Out!!



The timekeeper hands the referee the U.S title belt and he presents it to Mysterio, who holds it up high for all to see. From ringside, security helps Rey’s wife and kids over the barrier and up into the ring, where they embrace their father/husband warmly, the tears flowing.

Booker T stands at the foot of the ramp, hands on his head, still fuming from what just happened, as Sharmell tries to console him. The Book Man continuously mouths, “To hell with THIS”, as he scowls up into the ring with a psychotic look in his eyes.

In the ring, Rey has his son on his shoulders with the United States Championship high in the air, as his family and friends applaud – and the crowd continues to go wild, more hyped than ever for the rest of the show.




***


Backstage, we see someone pacing up and down a small hallway, seemingly tense. The camera moves up from the legs, and towards the torso, with the person’s ‘walk’ now much better described as a ‘stalk’, as the ominous figure of … Randy Orton is revealed.

Thunderous heat can be heard in the background, as the “Legend killer”, dressed in a t-shirt over his trunks, continues pace, his cold, blue eyes virtually lifeless, clearly contemplating what lies ahead of him tonight: a chance to make history; the greatest moment of his career.


We cut away.

In a locker room elsewhere in the building, the figure of … John Cena sits, cap perched on his head, and dog tags hanging around his neck. The “Doctor of Thuganomics” is not really doing anything, just staring between his tags and the wall with a look of complete focus.



***

Back to ringside.


Jim Ross:
Well, as you can see, ladies and gentlemen, one of the two men who will tonight challenge Kurt Angle for the WWE Championship in a Triple Threat match. John Cena, focused and ready, has had to claw his way back to this position after being seemingly taken out of the equation by Shawn Michaels two months ago-

Jonathan Coachman:
But enough of that sob story, J.R. Folks, what we really want to know is just who YOU think will win our two Main Events here tonight. For Raw, it’s the Triple Threat Match for the WWE title tonight. By taking part in our AT&T Mobile phone vote, you can let us know just that
(Graphic appears on the screen) and there it is, so just vote text ‘A’ for the reigning WWE Champion Kurt Angle, text ‘B’ for ‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels, and text ‘C’ for the winner of the 2006 Royal Rumble, John Cena. The same goes for the World Heavyweight Championship match between Batista and Edge. I’ve already voted, J.R, can you guess who for??

Jim Ross:
I can, Coach, and I’m pretty sure all of our fans can too. Anyway, we’d love to here what you all think tonight, but it’s time for the action to continue, and what better way than with two bonafide legends of our business standing in the ring; let’s take it to Michael Buffer and, first, Howard Finkel!!


The crowd pops to see a suited Howard Finkel waiting in the ring.

Howard Finkel:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our special guest announcer for this next contest and for several of tonight’s events … the world’s most famous ring announcer … ‘The Voice of Champions’ … Michael Buffer!!!

The crowd gives a warm pop, as Buffer himself steps into the ring, clad in a strikingly similar tuxedo to The Fink. The two men share a smile, before Buffer reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cue cards.

Michael Buffer:
Tonight, we are going to witness one man’s ascent to the top, as six men battle it out for the right to become a World Champion. The following contest is THE – MONEY - IN - THE - BANK - LADDER - MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!

Thunderous ovation from Chicago, as the camera pans first up the ramp to show the phalanx of ladders standing erect, before circling around the ones at ringside, before finally settling on a beautiful shot of the fated briefcase hanging high above, glimmering in the camera flashes.

Michael Buffer:
The first man to climb the ladder and retrieve the briefcase will earn himself a WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH which can be used at any time in the upcoming year!!

The crowd pops, on the edge of their seats for one of the night’s most hotly anticipated contests, but not before Buffer finishes up.

Michael Buffer:
Wrestling fans, Are You Rrready!?
(Huge Cheers) Then, for the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, from Chicago, Illinois (Cheap pop), ladies and gentlemen… LLLETS GET READY TO RRRU-


“KEN - NA - DAY!!!”



***TURN UP THE TROUBLE***

A HUGE mixed reaction engulfs The Allstate Arena and Buffer lowers his microphone in mid sentence, turning to the entrance ramp, where the one and only Mr. Kenney strides out. The cocky loudmouth, clad in his black vest, gum in mouth, has his head cocked slightly to one side, peering at Buffer with a curious expression on his face. He sidles on up to the ring, stepping through the ropes dramatically … and walking right up to Buffer. The two men look at one another, a rather confused expression on Buffer’s face, almost mirror images of one another {give a few years older on Buffer’s part}, as KK leans forwards to the mic.


Mr. Kennedy:
Who – the hell – are YOU??!!

Buffer glances around nervously, as Kennedy proceeds to chew his gum obnoxiously right in the legendary announcer’s face, mouthing, “Yeah?”

Michael Buffer:
My name is Mich-

KENNEDY PIE-FACES BUFFER~!!! Thunderous boos rain down on the ring, as Buffer staggers backwards, a look of total shock and disgust on his face, whilst KK continues to smirk, before theatrically throwing his hand up high … as his microphone slowly descends.

Mr. Kennedy:
Nobody
(Pointing at Buffer) nobody cares who ya’ are, pops, and quite frankly, you’re getting on my nerves a little bit, so it’s for your own good if you stay the hell away from me (Crowd boos) and watch how a (Mouths every syllable) PRO – FESS – SION – AL does it!!!

There are some definite Kennedy fans in attendance, as a great many of his lines are receiving pops, and it catches his attention. KK glances at the fans for a second, before getting set.

Mr. Kennedy:
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN … THE FOLLOWING CONTEST is the MONEYYYYY in the BAAAAAAANK LADDER MATCH
(Crowd cheers again) … Introducing first; I hail from GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN-AAAAAAAAA … I weigh in at a mind boggling 238 pounds, and tonight, I am making my WrestleMania debut … your next MISTER MONEYYYYYY IN THE BANNNKKKKK … MISSSSSSSSSSSSSSTERRRRRRRRRRRR KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Kennedy clambers up to the second turnbuckle, where he waits with eyes closed, savouring the moment, as the crowd boos.

Mr. Kennedy:
KEN - NA - DAY!!!

KK throws the microphone back up into the air before motioning with his arm for Buffer to come back to the centre of the ring. Buffer looks rather apprehensive, but KK holds up his hands ‘innocently’ and backs away into the corner.


Michael Cole:
You want to talk about a man who has plenty to say about himself? If you aren’t talking about Mister Kennedy, he isn’t listening. Most of the time he’s the one doing the talking though, and he can back it up too. Since arriving in the WWE last year, Kennedy has not been pinned or made to submit. Quite a record.

Joey Styles:
One of only three men in fact with such a record right now in the WWE, and they’re all on SmackDown … and two of them are in this match.

Tazz:
God, I love this guy, Cole. He’s a straight ‘em up, in your face kind of guy who likes punching you in the mouth just as much as he does talking with his own mouth. How many guys do you know who’ll interrupt Buffer like that?


***FIRE STORM***

The former Hurricane himself, Gregory Helms steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Dressed in his familiar sleeveless trench coat, doo rag and shades, Helms turns slowly on the spot, before throwing his arm up into the air and heading down to the ring.



Michael Buffer:
Introducing next … from the home of professional wrestling in Raleigh, North Carolina … weighing in at 215 pounds … he is a former Tag Team, Hardcore and European Champion … he is GREGGGOORRYYY HELLLMMSSSS!!!!


Helms nips into the ring quickly and springs up to the turnbuckle, where he raises his arms to boos from the fans, and points confidently at the briefcase, whilst the camera focuses on Kennedy sarcastically applauding Buffer’s intro.


Jim Ross:
You may not like his attitude, but Gregory Helms is one of the most exciting young prospects in this business. Make no mistakes about it, he wants to be a World Champion, and you only have to check out his old WCW days to see how well Helms knows his way around a Ladder Match!

Jonathan Coachman:
Well I might not be a fan of WCW, but I’m a fan of Gregory Helms, and I think he’s Raw’s best shot at bringing that briefcase to Monday nights. He got screwed out of the Intercontinental title, but this is his chance for something bigger.


“OH YEEAAAAAHHHH”



***LIVE FOR THE MOMENT***

The crowd erupts into cheers, as Matt Hardy races out onto the stage, pumped up ahead of his speciality match. Wearing a black shirt over his combat pants, Hardy throws the crowd a V-1 sign, before heading on down to the ring.


Michael Buffer:
And … this time hailing from Cameron, North Carolina … weighing in at 227 pounds … he has competed in more Ladder Matches then anyone else in WWE history and is a former holder of the Tag Team, Hardcore, European and Cruiserweight Championship … ladies and gentlemen, the man who will not die … MATT HARDDDYYYYYYY!!!!


Matt touches all of the ladders on his way down, before sliding into the ring and leaning over the ropes with another V-1 sign to huge cheers from Chicago, before stepping back into the ring. As Hardy removes his shirt, Helms looks on sceptically, whilst Kennedy continues to taunt Buffer.

Joey Styles:
Here comes the Ladder Match veteran; appearing in his THIRD WrestleMania Ladder Match, equalling the record of Edge; and the TENTH of his entire career.

Michael Cole:
In my eyes that man right there is the odds on favourite. Matt Hardy is – well he has to counted as one of the pioneers of the Ladder Match. Along with his brother Jeff, he took the matches of Shawn Michaels, Razor Ramon, Chris Jericho, Triple H, and they made it into something completely different. This could very well be Matt Hardy’s night.

Tazz:
You could be right, Cole. Hardy’s been on a role lately. He knocked off former WWE Champion JBL at No Way Out, and I can’t recall him losing at all since then. He’s no stranger to Ladder Matches at WrestleMania, and he ain’t afraid to take the risks that will get the job done.


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



***COOL***

Some of the loudest heat of the night so far pours down from the rafters, but there are some cheers mixed in there as well, as Carlito saunters out onto the ramp. The arrogant youngster wears a huge grin on his face, as well as his black tights, and yellow t-shirt. CCC tosses his apple up and down, constantly bickering with the fans along the aisle.



Michael Buffer:
And … from the beautiful nation of San Juan, Puerto Rico … weighing in at 225 pounds … he is both a former United States and Intercontinental Champion … this is the “BAAAAAAAAAAD APPLE” … CARRRRLLLLLITOOO!!!!!!


Carly slides into the ring, completely ignoring the other competitors, as he tears off his t-shirt and jumps up to the turnbuckle, where he continues to taunt the fans.


Jim Ross:
Ever since coming into this business, you’ve had the impression that Carlito was destined for great things. He won the United States Championship ON HIS FIRST NIGHT, beating John Cena, and then he did the very same thing when he debuted on Raw, capturing the Intercontinental title from Shelton Benjamin immediately. Well this is Carlito’s first ever match at a WrestleMania … can he repeat the success?

Jonathan Coachman:
Ha, FINALLY you’re starting to warm to Carlito, J.R. I knew it was only a matter of time. Y’know I’ve been saying it for a long time, but Carlito really is the future of the WWE, and you’re going to see that tonight when he becomes Mister Money in the Bank … and that’s cool!!


“MY NAME IS FINLAY AND I LOVE TO FIGHT”



***LAMBLEG***

Out strides the Fighting Irishman Finlay ahead of his very first WrestleMania, despite being a veteran. Chicago gives Finlay a very mixed reaction, as he holds his signature weapon up high in the air but. The Irishman doesn’t seem to care, as he strolls past the line of ladders, shillelagh in hand.


Michael Buffer:
And … from the green fields of Belfast, Northern Ireland … weighing in at 233 pounds … he is a veteran of twenty years and the most successful wrestler in the history of British wrestling … ladies and gentlemen, the Fighting Irishman … FINLAAAYYYY!!!


Finlay climbs up the steps slowly, eyeing up the other competitors in the ring. Matt, Kennedy and Helms glance at the shillelagh warily {Carlito's not even paying fucking attention}, as Finlay places it down in one of the corners.


Michael Cole:
If you want to talk about successful 2006’s, you better take a look at this man. Since making an impactful debut during the Royal Rumble, Finlay has proceeded to take on all comers, even the monstrous Lashley – who he holds a VICTORY over in a Steel Cage match … with a little help from The Undertaker.

Tazz:
Ha ha, I’d say he got a lot of help from The Deadman in that match, Cole, but you’re right. Finlay has looked damn impressive since he’s been on SmackDown, and he can back that up by never having pinned or submitted yet.

Joey Styles:
It might have been via escaping the cage, but that victory over The Real Deal looks more and more impressive every day with the dominance of Lashley. Finlay is certainly a force to be reckoned with.



”OOOOOOOO CHAVO”



***CHAVITO ARDIENTE***

The crowd goes wild, as Chavo Guerrero strides down the ramp, clad meticulously in his bandanna, poncho and white tights. Chavito plays to the crowd as always, as he struts down to the ring.



Michael Buffer:
And … from El Paso, Texas … weighing in at 210 pounds … he is a THIRD generation superstar and part of the legendary Guerrero family … CHAVOOO GUERREROOOOOOO!!!


Chavo leaps through the middle rope with his trademark entrance, rolling onto his feet and springing up to the turnbuckle, where he rips off his poncho and beats his chest proudly, looking pumped up ahead of the biggest match of his career.

Jim Ross:
What a year it’s been for Chavo Guerrero so far! Undefeated in 2006 since he has been on Raw, holding pin fall victories over the likes of Chris Masters and even the man he is standing in the ring with right now, Gregory Helms! As the first man to qualify for this match, Chavo has had a long time to prepare.

Jonathan Coachman:
Y’know, Raw has some great entrants in this match, but this is our weak link. Chavo Guerrero is – well he’s nothing more than a glorified Cruiserweight like his buddy Rey Mysterio. There’s no way he should be competing for a World Championship!



***Bell Rings***



Money in the Bank Ladder Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Matt Hardy vs. Gregory Helms vs. Finlay vs. Carlito vs. Mr. Kennedy

The six men glance around at one another, neither of them willing to get things underway, as the camera passes across each of their faces. With the crowd urging them on though, and the stakes so high, it does not take too long for the action to commence as the anxious looking Carlito quickly jumps through the ropes and charges up the aisle towards the ladders, with Finlay and Matt Hardy in hot pursuit!

Back in the ring, Mr. Kennedy leans over the top rope, laughing at the three man as they fight over ladders, pointing at Michael Buffer and continuing to mock the legend with goofy actions, before turning back around … RIGHT INTO A RUNNING DROPKICK TO THE MOUTH FROM CHAVO GUERRERO!! Chavo nips back up to his feet with a smirk on his face, as Kennedy rolls away in pain. Guerrero does not notice him, but the commentators alert our attention to the fact that Gregory Helms is having trouble with a ladder right alongside them. Back on the ramp, Hardy folds up a ladder and carries it towards the ring, trying to slide it under the ropes - BUT CHAVO SMACKS IT RIGHT BACK INTO HIS FACE WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE!!!

Matt staggers backwards, but he still holds the ladder in his arms, and a breathless Chavito does not seem to care, as he grabs hold of the top rope … AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO BOTH HARDY AND THE LADDER WITH A PLANCHA!!! The “OOOOOOS” ring out around Chicago and a small “CHAVO” chant can be heard, but both Guerrero and Hardy lie in a heap on the outside, as Helms re-enters the ring.

Bringing with him a ladder from ringside, Helms grins and quickly tries to set it up … BUT TURNS AROUND AND DRILLS FINLAY WITH IT INSTEAD!! The Irishman stumbles forwards, clutching his ribs, as Helms measures him up one more time, SLAMMING THE LADDER INTO HIS SKULL, KNOCKING HIM DOWN!! Finlay rolls away, but the former Hurricane holds onto the ladder and props it up against the ropes. The crowd buzzes to see what Helms could possibly have on his mind, as Matt Hardy, Chavo and Kennedy are stumbling back up to their feet on the outside … HELMS RACES FORWARDS … RUNS UP THE LADDER … WITH A SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT PLANCHA ONTO THE THREE MEN OUTSIDE!!!!!!!

Chicago erupts into a thunderous “HOLY SHIT” chant, as Gregory Helms lays out not only himself but three other combatants. Kennedy, Chavo and Helms himself seemed to take the brunt of the damage, and lie in a heap at the foot of the ramp, whilst Matt Hardy struggles back up to his feet against the apron. But Carlito is the one sliding back into the ring, this time with a ladder! Having been skulking up the ramp, Carly now has spied his opportunity. ‘Lito positions the ladder in the centre of the ring and begins climbing …
… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

The crowd is desperate for someone to stop CCC, and they cheer wildly, as Matt Hardy finally makes it back into the ring, clutching the back of his head. Hardy re-enters the ring and comes rushing up behind Carlito to club him across the back, stopping his progress. Carly tries to turn, as Matt comes climbing up the ladder after him. ‘Lito manages to shift his body around on the ladder half way so that he is almost standing side-to-side on the same level as Hardy, and they can both hammer away on one another. CCC manages to gain the advantage with a swift thumb to the eye, beating away on the multi-time tag team Champion with right hand after right … but Hardy catches ‘Lito’s arm around his neck, wrapping his arm across Puerto Rican’s chest … MATT LEAPS FORWARDS ... HITTING THE SIDE EFFECT TO CARLITO FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!

A thunderous cry goes up throughout the Allstate Arena, with a huge number of “HOLY SHIT” chants thrown is as well, as Carlito’s body drops out of the ring slowly, followed by Matt Hardy’s, both men almost broken in half. Back in the ring, it is Chavo Guerrero who makes it in first. Finlay jumps up onto the apron, but gets drilled with a right hand from Guerrero, knocking him back down to the floor! Chavo bends down to grab the fallen ladder … BUT GREGORY HELMS COMES RACING TOWARDS HIM … CHAVO DROP TOE HOLDS HELMS ONTO THE LADDER FACE FIRST!!!

Even more “OOOOOS” ring out around the arena, as Helms rebounds back up onto his feet almost on instinct, clutching his mouth, allowing Chavo to kick him in the gut. Hooking Sugar’s arm, Chavito brings him crashing over … FOR ONE VERTICAL SUPLEX!! Rolling the hips, Chavo brings Helms up again to cheers from the crowd … NAILING A SECOND VERTICAL SUPLEX!! One more time, Guerrero rolls back up to his feet … and DRILLS HELMS WITH A THIRD VERTICAL SUPLEX … ONTO THE LADDER!!! The crowd “OOOOHHHHS” and cheers for the Three Amigos, as Helms rolls around on the mat in agony, clutching his spine.

With the crowd cheering him on, Chavo gets back up to his feet and turns around … BUT GETS RUN STRAIGHT THROUGH WITH A VICIOUS LADDER SHOT FROM MR. KENNEDY!!! Chavito goes tumbling through the ropes to the boos of the crowd, as an anxious Ken Kennedy quickly sets his ladder up in the centre of the ring. After a quick glance over his shoulder, pointing poignantly at Buffer seated with the timekeeper, KK begins to make his way towards the briefcase.

… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

{Gregory Helms staggers back up to his feet, clutching his back and groaning}

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

{Helms quickly grabs the other ladder off the mat and sets it up}

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

{Helms ascends the ladder quickly}

… KENNEDY HAS ONE RUNG TO GO …

Helms quickly swings across from the top of his adjacent ladder and slugs KK with a right hand, stopping him just before he reaches up. Kennedy swings back, clubbing away on Helms, trying to keep him away from his ladder, but to no avail. Helms hammers at KK, but the loudmouth manages to block the next shot and bounces Helms’ head off the top of his own ladder. Reaching across the Helms’ ladder, Kennedy throws Helms’ arm around his neck and puts his own across. The crowd actually pops, as KK looks to be attempting a Mic Check from the top of the ladder…

But Helms fights out of it, driving his elbow back against the skull of Kennedy, not wanting to endure the Mic Check. Kennedy is forced to release the hold, and grabs his head, standing loosely on his own ladder. Seizing his opportunity, Helms reaches across, wrapping his arm around Kennedy’s neck and turning KK around so that he is facing the opposite way. Chicago buzzes once again, as Helms throws his arm into the air … BEFORE LEAPING OFF … BRINGING KENNEDY CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH THE NIGHTMARE ON HELMS STREET FROM FIFTEEN FEET ABOVE!!!!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The crowd lets the athletes know exactly what they think of that manoeuvre, as both Kennedy and Helms lie flat on their backs, barely twitching. The first man back into the ring after them is Matt Hardy, who looks around groggily, before picking up one of the stray ladders on the ground. In the far corner of the ring, Finlay re-enters, pulling himself up in the corner … SO HARDY SQUASHES HIM IN THE CORNER WITH THE LADDER!!! Finlay stays on his feet though, whilst Hardy props the ladder up against him.

With Finlay sandwiched by the ladder in the corner, Matt backs across the ring … BEFORE RACING IN FOR A SPLASH … BUT FINLAY THROWS THE LADDER RIGHT INTO HARDY’S FACE WITH A SMACK!!! “OOOOHHHHS” go up from the crowd, as Matt’s legs wobble and he flops down to the canvas. The Fighting Irishman stumbles back up to his feet and grabs the second ladder, setting it up in the middle of the ring. Chavo Guerrero clambers back up onto the apron and Finlay quickly rushes across and knocks him off with a stiff right hand.

Chavo tumbles off the apron and Finlay turns back around to the battleground that is the ring right now. Matt Hardy struggles back up to his knees, but the rough and tough veteran Finlay does not give him any time to recover, as he lays out the second ladder and drags Hardy up by his hair. Lifting Matt up, Finlay manages to throw the youngster over his shoulders … before RACING FORWARDS AND NAILING THE CELTIC CROSS ON TOP OF THE LADDER!!!

The crowd groans in dismay, as Hardy convulses in agony, his spine almost cleaved in twain, whilst Finlay writhes around as well. The Irishman stumbles back up to his feet, though looking battered and bruised, as he kicks Hardy aside. Staggering towards the ladder set up in the middle of the ring, Finlay finally looks to be in the clear, as he begins to climb …
… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

… ONE RUNG TO GO …
Carlito quickly slides into the ring from the other side, as Finlay, though a little ungainly so high up, REACHES UP FOR THE BRIEFCASE!!! Finlay does not glance down to where Carlito is beginning to set up a second ladder and scurry up after him, and instead the Fighting Irishman GRABS HOLD OF THE BRIEFCASE!!! Chicago comes alive with a very mixed reaction, as Finlay looks to be on the verge of victory … but Carlito drills him with a left hand!!!

The Allstate Arena is split, with some of them wanting Finlay to get the win and others not, but Carlito certainly does not, as he clubs at the veteran with some stiff shots. Finlay tries desperately to fight back, hammer at The Bad Apple with everything he has. The crowd’s attention is drawn across the ring to where Gregory Helms has rolled back inside gingerly. The youngster quickly begins to scramble up the same ladder as Finlay on the opposite side.

Helms quickly begins to climb, as the Irishman continues to battle away with Carlito. From the same side of the ring as Helms, Mr. Kennedy rolls back inside, still touching his head gingerly, and he hurries over to Carlito’s ladder, climbing up the opposite side towards the summit. Both Finlay and Carlito suddenly turn their attention to the two superstars advancing on the briefcase rapidly and begin to hammer away on their people on their ladders - Finlay slugs Helms, and Carlito drills Kennedy!!

Exchanging blows ferociously in mid air, the four men go back and forth, with neither of them able to get towards the briefcase dangling above. Helms seems to get the better of Finlay with his quick right hands, before reaching forwards, sticking his hand in the Irishman’s face and shoving him off almost in a pie-face kind of way, so that Finlay stumbles down the ladder and staggers backwards towards one of the corners.

Helms glances across at the two men fighting on the other ladder not paying attention to him and quickly goes for the briefcase … but Finlay comes scrambling straight back up the ladder and BLASTS HELMS RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THAT DAMN SHILLELAGH!!!

The crowd “OOOOHHHHS” as Helms’ eyes roll up into his face and his body slowly tumbles from the ladder … but he rebounds off the ropes and FALLS BACK INTO HELMS’ LADDER - CAUSING IT TO TOPPLE OVER BACKWARDS, SENDING FINLAY CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP!!! The crowd cheers and groans again, as the two men both roll from the ring in a broken mess.

Carlito and Kennedy still remain on their ladder, thankfully untouched by the fall of the other one. Carly throws a quick kick, catching KK in the mid drift, knocking him backwards and doubling him over. Stepping forward, Carlito quickly wraps his arm around Kennedy’s head from behind, perhaps going for the Outward Rolling Cutter that he calls the Apple Spitter … but KK fights out of it, hitting CCC with repeated elbows to the gut, before turning back around on the ladder, lowering his body, and lifting Carlito up onto his shoulders!! The crowd roars, as Kennedy lets out a cry … and HE FLIES FROM FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR … SLAMMING CARLITO DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH THE GREEN BAY PLUNGE!!!!!!!!

“OH MY GAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!!!”

“GOOD GOD ALMIIIIIGHTY!!! CARLITO’S GOTTA’ BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!”

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


Carlito lies in a crumpled heap and falls from the ring, as Kennedy sits against the ropes with an almost stunned smirk on his face, holding the back of his neck gingerly. Pulling on the ropes, KK makes it back up to his feet and moves the ladder back into the position. It might be feint, but there are some definite cheers ringing around the Allstate Arena for Mr. Kennedy, as he begins his ascent …
… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

… ONE RUNG TO GO …
Kennedy is at the top of the ladder, smirking, even casting a glance down at Buffer for the hell of it AND REACHES UP TO GRAB THE BRIEFCASE … CHAVO GUERRERO LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND DROPKICKS THE LADDER, SENDING BOTH IT AND KENNEDY CRASHING DOWN!!!! A huge pop rings out from Chicago, as Kennedy lies flat on his back, having been mere inches away from winning the match. Chavito staggers back up against the ropes, still looking quite sore … but Matt Hardy quickly rushes across the ring and clotheslines Guerrero back over the top to the outside!

Back in the ring, Matt grabs hold of one of the fallen ladders and looks to set it up under the briefcase … but stops. Hardy glances at the fallen Mr. Kennedy still lying on the canvas, and instead carries the ladder over to the nearby corner. Erecting the ladder in the corner, Hardy first climbs to the top turnbuckle, before stepping up even further to the very top of the ladder! Looking around the arena, Hardy gives a huge cry … BEFORE FALLING DOWN FROM FIFTEEN FEET UP WITH THE DOWNFALL LEG DROP RIGHT ONTO MR. KENNEDY!!!!

The Allstate Arena goes wild for the uber-popular Matt Hardy, who clutches his hamstring painfully. Kennedy lies in a tangled mess, taken right out of the equation, as he rolls away holding his throat and chest {the camera even gives us a brief shot of a ‘smirking’ Michael Buffer}. Now, limping, Hardy grabs hold of the ladder still lying in the centre of the ring and sets it up, finally getting his chance to climb up …
… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

Rolling back into the ring, the veteran Fighting Irishman Finlay sees his World Championship aspirations quickly and rushes over to the ladder. Finlay moves around to the other side of the ladder from Hardy and begins to climb up after him. Ever so close, Matt reaches up, almost able to touch the briefcase, but Finlay catches him with a quick right hand to the gut, stopping him dead. Hardy hammers away on Finlay, trying to keep the multiple-time British champion down. The two SmackDown! superstars battle back and forth, exchanging blows rapidly … until Finlay catches Hardy with a thumb to the eye!

Matt reels backwards, almost toppling from the ladder itself, and Finlay takes advantage, slamming Hardy’s head down onto the top steel of the ladder! Keeping one hand pushing Matt’s head down, Finlay steps up to the next rung and sets himself up, arms around the top of the ladder, looking for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb perhaps … but Hardy slugs him hard in the face, and the Irishman falters, enabling Matt to wrap his arm around his head! Shaking the cobwebs away, Hardy holds his other arm in the air to cheers from the crowd … BEFORE JUMPING OFF THE LADDER … FALLING FIFTEEN FEET … DRILLING FINLAY WITH THE TWIST OF FATE!!!

Another huge pop from the crowd, as a “HARDY” chants starts up around the arena, urging Matt on desperately. The youngster lies on the canvas trying to recover, as Finlay lies in a broken heap in the centre of the ring … as Chavo Guerrero suddenly appears on the far turnbuckle!! The crowd pops, as Chavito neatly steps up from the top of the turnbuckle to the ladder that Hardy left there, climbing all the way to the highest rung. Looking around the arena, Chavo beats his chest and points his arm up high … BEFORE FLYING FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER … CRASHING DOWN ONTO FINLAY WITH THE FROG SPLASH!!!!!!!!

FINLAY – IS - DONE!! The Irishman just falls out of the ring in a bundle having endured an extraordinary about of punishment throughout this contest. Chavo Guerrero, the crowd wildly cheering him on, tries to stagger back up to his feet – but Matt Hardy is up before him! Matt staggers towards the ladder set up in the centre of the ring right under the briefcase and begins to climb …
… SIX RUNGS TO GO …

… FIVE RUNGS TO GO …

… FOUR RUNGS TO GO …

{Chavo drags the ladder from the corner over}

… THREE RUNGS TO GO …

{Chavo starts to climb, racing Hardy}

… TWO RUNGS TO GO …

… ONE RUNG TO GO …

… HARDY MAKES IT TO THE SUMMIT … BUT FINDS CHAVO GUERRERO RIGHT ALONGSIDE HIM!!

The crowd roars at the sight of the two big face superstars of the match going head to head at the top of two adjacent ladders. Hardy and Chavo glance at one another for a moment … before Chavito lunges up, trying desperately to grab the briefcase. Matt punches Guerrero in the gut, keeping him down, before making a desperate attempt at the briefcase himself, his fingers brushing the hooks. Chavo quickly regains his senses and goes for the briefcase too, wrapping his hands around it at the same time that Hardy does …

… CARLITO SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE - LANDING ON MATT HARDY’S LADDER PERFECTLY!!!!!!

The crowd screams with amazement, as both Matt and Chavo seem stunned by the appearance from Carly, who seems to have something in his mouth, as he reaches out with his right leg and kicks Chavito’s ladder, CAUSING IT TO FALL … SENDING GUERRERO CRASHING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

Boos come out from the crowd, as Chavo crashes and burns – but Matt Hardy punches Carlito and lunges for the briefcase … CARLITO SPITS APPLE RIGHT IN THE FACE OF HARDY!!!! The Allstate Arena is in a state of shock, as Hardy flails around on the very top rung of the ladder, blinded, until a desperate Carlito quickly steps up the ladder one further and shoves Matt, until finally … HARDY SLIPS OFF AND FALLS DOWN TO THE CANVAS BELOW!!!!!!!

… CARLITO REACHES UP …







… AND UNHOOKS THE MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE!!!!!!!!
Winner - AND MR. MONEY IN THE BANK - CARLITO @ 15:19.


CARLITO DRAGS THE BRIEFCASE DOWN and clutches it to himself dearly, smiling with a mixture of ecstasy and complete and utter shock!! Carly stays on the top of the ladder and holds the briefcase up high for all to see!!!

Jim Ross:
What the – where the hell did he come from??!! I – I just don’t think I can believe it!! At just twenty-six years of age, Carlito has climbed the proverbial ladder to guarantee himself a shot at any World Title he wants in the next twelve months!!!

Michael Cole:
Would you believe it? Carlito wins gold on his first SmackDown, Raw and now, at his first WrestleMania, Carlito has the opportunity to become a World Champion!! Carlito … can now call himself … Mister … Money … in … the Bank!!!


Carlito eventually stumbles down from the ladder, and one of the referees raises his arm aloft to a thunderous mixed reaction from the crowd, as his music continues to play. A host of other officials hurry down to the ring to check on the five other competitors, but Carly does not pay them any attention. The man from San Juan makes it to the top of the ramp, before holding his briefcase in the air and yelling, “DAS COOL!” over and over again.



***

In the backstage area we are greeted by the sight of Kristal Marshall standing by, smiling, and clutching a microphone in her hand.


Kristal Marshall:
Hello, everyone, I am Kristal Marshall, and what a start it’s been to WrestleMania Twenty-Two already. Congratulations to Rey Mysterio on becoming the NEW United States Champion, and congratulations to Carlito on winning the Money in the Bank Ladder Match. But coming up next, it’s Monday Night Raw’s first match of the night, as the World Tag Team Championships will be on the line
(Crowd pops). Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas will put their differences aside in an effort to capture the gold from the men joining me now. Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time … the World Tag Team Champions … The Spirit Sq-

Poor little Kristal does not even get the opportunity to finish speaking, as everyone’s favourite cheerleaders leap into screenshot, waving their megaphones and title belts high in the air. All five members of the SS are glad in shiny new, green tracksuits, as they dance in front of the screen, much to Kristal’s annoyance.

Kristal Marshall:
Gentlemen, in just a few moments you will be-

Kenny:
THANK YOU – thank you, Betty Crockett … but I think me and
(Slaps hands with the rest of the team) my boys know EXACTLY what we’re gonna’ be doing in (Mocking Kristal’s sexy voice) “just a “pheeeewwww moments”. We wouldn’t be a very good team if we didn’t, would we, Shirley Bassey?? If we didn’t know that … we wouldn’t be … the WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM!!!

Heat in the background from the fans, as Kenny laughs and the others whoop.

Kenny:
‘Cause that’s what we are, Rachel Green … that’s what we are. Why else would we ask-
(Puts a hand to his mouth, stopping himself) no, no, no, no, NO!!! Why else would we DEMAND that are good buddy, our mentor, the greatest boss a man could ask for, the ESTEEMED Eric Bischoff GIVE us a shot at the two men who walk around … tellin’ everyone who’ll listen that they WERE the best in the world??!!

Truly deafening heat for the mention of Easy E, as Kenny has his shoulders massaged from behind and his cracks his neck, getting worked up.

Kenny:
And I can hear what you’re about to ask us, Ellen Ripley, oh yeah, I can hear it.
(Puts on a whiny Kristal voice this time) “B-b-b-b-but Kenny … you and ‘duh SPIWWWIIITT SQUAD have neva’ been at a … WESSLEMANIA’ before … how ever will you cope??!!”

The SS are positively in stitches, as they roll around on the floor, whilst Kristal does not look impressed.

Kenny:
That’s right isn’t it, Martha Stewart?? No, no, I’m not psychic, folks, it’s just pretty obvious what kind of question you were gonna’ ask us. Ya’ know why??
(Staring right into the camera, suddenly serious) ‘Cause it’s the same … damn … question we’ve been asked over … and over … and over … AND OVER … all … week … long.

The rest of the team all shake their heads in the background; ‘annnggggwwwyyy’.

Kenny:
Tonight … we prove the doubters wrong. Tonight … we expose a myth … when we BEAT Benjamin and Haas at their own game. Tonight … The Spirit Squad arrives … tonight we take are rightful place on top of the tag team wrestling world. TONIGHT …
(Intense whisper) we become … the world’s … greatest … tag team.

After giving Kristal the old once over, Kenny clicks his fingers and The Spirit Squad rush off excitedly, still blaring their horns and screaming.

Kristal Marshall:

(Under her breath)
It’s Kristal Marshall…


Back to ringside.


***



***WORLD’S GREATEST***

The crowd delivers a standing ovation as the entrance theme – not heard for over two years – hits over the PA, bringing out the familiar duo of Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin. Both men are clad in their old school WGTT gear, tracksuits and all, and Benjamin has his Intercontinental title strapped around his waist. Arguably the best tag team this side of the year 2000, Haas and Benjamin gaze around the arena before heading down to the ring.



Lillian Garcia:
This next WrestleMania contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for … the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(Crowd cheers) Introducing first … the Challengers … at a combined weight of 455 pounds … they are the FORMER MULTI-TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … CHARLIE HAAS - THE WWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION SHELTON BENJAMIN … THE WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM!!!


The reformed duo enters the ring via opposite ring steps, before ascending to the top rope and raising their arms to the fans. They whip off their hoods as the crowd cheers, and Shelton holds his Intercontinental title belt up also, drawing a glance from Haas.


Jim Ross:
When they arrived on the scene in late 2002, Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin made a name for themselves as the best young team this company had ever seen, winning the tag titles after only a few months. Technical, athletic, talented, it’s hard to argue that there’s been a better tag team for years – and now they’re back together … to take the titles from those … idiots!

Jonathan Coachman:
If you want to be the World’s Greatest Tag Team, you better be the World Tag Team Champions – and guess what, J.R? Haas and Benjamin AREN’T! Ha ha!


“READY!!!”



***SPIRIT***

Chicago boos the exuberant World Tag Team Champions, as Kenny, Johnny, Mikey, Mitch, and Nicky bound out onto the stage for their first Wrestlemania appearance. The five cheerleaders are dressed in their green and white tracksuits, mimicking those {red and white} ones of the WGTT. Kenny gives an order and the Spirit Squad turn around, showing off the message on the back on the tracksuits: “The REAL World’s Greatest Tag Team”.



Lillian Garcia:
And their opponents … at a combined weight of 452 pounds … representing the Spirit Squad … the World Tag Team Champions KENNY - JOHNNY … THE SPIRIT SQUADDDDD!!!


Johnny and Kenny sprint down the ramp excitedly, sliding into the ring, whilst the other three members of the SS amble along behind, blowing their horns. The referee looks at Mikey, Mitch and Nicky warily, as they take their places at ringside, giving the horrible illusion of a Lumberjack Match.


Jim Ross:
These guys arrived on the scene at the start of the year thanks to General Manager Eric Bischoff and my broadcast colleague here – and in their first match they were able to win the World Tag Team titles. Ever since that day, the Spirit Squad – and Kenny in particular – have been obsessed with proving that they are the greatest tag team in the world – and what better way to do that than by defeating the World’s Greatest Tag Team on the grandest stage of them all?

Jonathan Coachman:
”Self-proclaimed World’s Greatest Tag Team” please, J.R. These guys are the best in the business, nobody can say otherwise. They won the titles in their first match, something that Haas and Benjamin could only dream of.

Kenny and Johnny take the belts from their waists and hand them over to the referee, whilst Benjamin and Haas {total athletes} stretch and bounce up and down on the spot. The Spirit Squad members take off their tracksuits, revealing their green pants underneath, before warming up. The referee holds the titles up to a nice pop, before handing them to the timekeeper.



***Bell Rings***



World Tag Team Championship Match:
The Spirit Squad © vs. World’s Greatest Tag Team

After sharing a few words, Haas and Benjamin slap hands, and it is Shelton Benjamin, who steps back into the ring, looking to start the match off. Across the ring, the Spirit Squad take a few moments longer, but eventually it is the self-proclaimed “Captain of the Team” Kenny who walks towards Benjamin, leaving Johnny on the apron. The two quality young athletes begin to circle one another cautiously, before Kenny raises his hands, asking for a test of strength. Shelton nods and heads on in, hands up … but Kenny just boots him right in the gut instead!

The fans boo the underhand tactic of the cheerleader, as Kenny drills Benjamin with right hands, before dragging him over to the nearby turnbuckle and bouncing him off it face first. Shelton slumps down a little in the corner, stunned by the attack, and Kenny puts the boot right to him over and over again, until Benjamin slumps down to the canvas. Kenny smirks and jumps up and down in the air, yelling, “WORLD’S GREATEST, BAY-BAY!!!”

The crowd boos the high-octane actions of the youngster, but he dismisses them and heads over to Benjamin again. He pulls the Intercontinental Champion to his feet and drills him with a stiff right hand, before backing him against the ropes and shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Shelton comes back and Kenny throws a Clothesline, which Benjamin ducks under and goes off the opposite ropes … Kenny throws a second Clothesline, this time on the run, but Shelton avoids that too and comes off the ropes again, as Kenny comes off the opposite ropes … CROSS BODY BLOCK FROM SHELTON!!

…1…
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… NO!
Kenny kicks out quickly and possibly, shoving Benjamin away and springing back up to his feet … BUT SHELTON SWINGS BEHIND HIM WITH A SCHOOL BOY!

…1…
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… NO!
Desperately, Kenny kicks out again and jumps back up to his feet, a slightly annoyed look on his face … AND WALKS RIGHT IN A KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM BENJAMIN! The crowd “WOOOOS” in tribute to The Nature Boy, as Kenny staggers backwards against the ropes, and Shelton lights him up with a SECOND CHOP! Kenny’s eyes bulge out of his head, and Benjamin takes him by the arm, going for the Irish Whip, but Kenny reverses it and sends Shelton off the ropes … AND KENNY CATCHES SHELTON BY THE HEAD, SENDING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE … BENJAMIN LANDS ON HIS FEET ON THE APRON! Kenny is not paying attention though, as he talks trash to Charlie Haas, but eventually turns around … AS SHELTON SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING FIST RIGHT TO THE CHAMP!!

Kenny almost does a flip in the air, as he gets taken out by the athletic Benjamin, who smirks and pulls the Cheerleader back up to his feet. Shelton twists Kenny’s arm around, looking to apply the hammerlock … but Kenny catches the IC Champ with a lightning quick thumb to the eye, sending him staggering away! Kenny shakes the cobwebs away and tags in Johnny, who bounds into the ring excitedly … BUT GETS LEVELLED BY A CLOTHESLINE FROM SHELTON!!

Johnny bounces back up to his feet in a daze and walks to the wrong corner, feeling a second knock down, and this time courteousy of Charlie Haas! Johnny staggers backwards and gets nailed by Benjamin again, driving him back into the World Greatest Tag Team’s corner. Benjamin drives his shoulder into the gut of Johnny, holding him in place, before raising his hand and tagging in Haas. Haas steps into the ring immediately, and begins to put the boots to a helpless Johnny, as Shelton prevents him escaping.

Shelton finally leaves the ring, as Haas measures the Cheerleader up and drills him with a vicious European Uppercut, sending the Tag Team Champion staggering across the ring. Johnny clutches at his jaw, as Haas looks to continue the assault … but Johnny rakes the eyes! More boos come in from the crowd, as Johnny quickly grabs Haas and leads him over to the Spirit Squad’s corner. Johnny tags in Kenny, before holding Haas’ arms back and giving the Captain a free shot, which he takes with aplomb.

The referee forces Johnny back out onto the apron and Kenny forces Haas into one of the other corners. The young Cheerleader giggles wildly, bouncing on his toes, before rearing back … KNIFE EDGE CHOP, RIPPING ACROSS HAAS’ CHEST!! The crowd “WHOOOOS” and boos some more, as Charlie winces and Kenny laughs. He props Haas up again and goes for a second Chop … BUT HAAS DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT AND SHOVES KENNY INTO THE CORNER … CHOP TO KENNY … CHOP TO KENNY … ANOTHER CHOP TO KENNY … ANOTHER CHOP TO KENNY!!

The young Cheerleader can barely breathe in the corner, his chest a horrible shade of purple, as Charlie Haas rears back for another Chop. Kenny desperately snatches the Amateur Wrestler in a headlock, trying to stop the attack. Haas forces Kenny against the ropes, before shoving him off into the opposite ones; Kenny flies back and takes Haas down with a stiff Shoulder Block. The Cheerleader quickly comes off the ropes again and Haas rolls onto his stomach, causing Kenny to skip over the top of him. Kenny comes back off the ropes … RIGHT INTO A SNAP ARM DRAG FROM HAAS!!

The Captain staggers back up to his feet and Haas goes right back after him, kicking him sharply in the gut, hooking the arm, AND BRINGING HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A SNAP SUPLEX! Instead over floating over into the cover Haas rolls over backwards, keeping the Front Facelock in place on Kenny and LIFTING HIM UP … PLACING HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Haas follows up, stepping to the second turnbuckle, and then to the top, with Kenny helpless … BEFORE BRINGING HIM SLAMMING BACK OVER AND DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A THUNDEROUS SUPERPLEX!!! The ring shakes with the impact, as Benjamin applauds his partner, who crawls on top of Kenny with a hook of the leg!

…1…
……………………..

…2…
… NO!
Johnny breaks it up with a kick to the back of Haas’ head, and the referee yells at the Cheerleader for entering the ring, though the rest of the SS applaud wildly. Benjamin comes into the ring quickly and catches Johnny with an unsuspecting right hand in revenge, but it costs him, as the official then turns his back on the action to berate Shelton; Johnny drags Haas over into the Spirit Squad’s corner and begins to lay into him WITH MITCH, MIKEY AND NICKY JOINING IN TOO! The referee does not see the non-active members taking pot shots on the apron, as he is busy with Benjamin, but Kenny shakes off the Superplex and, though still dazed, joins his boys in assaulting Charlie!

The boos of the crowd seem to alert the official, who turns around and hurries over to the Spirit Squad’s corner, trying to get at least one of them out of the ring – but Nicky, Mitch and Mikey have already dropped off the apron and are walking around with their hands behind their backs. Innocent. The jeers of the crowd cause the referee to eye the SS with suspicion, but Johnny holds his hands up in protest … and Charlie Haas clubs him in the jaw with a European Uppercut out of nowhere, knocking him flailing through the ropes! Kenny quickly boots Haas in the gut, breaking off the comeback, and drags him into the centre of the ring … BUT HAAS TRIPS KENNY AND FOLDS HIM UP … APPLYING THE HAAS OF PAIN!!!

The crowd roars, as Kenny squeals in agony, as Haas wrenches back as hard as he possibly can, looking to put the match away relatively early. Panicking, Mitch abandons the rest of the team at ringside and jumps up onto the apron as though to break it up … BUT SHELTON BENJAMIN RACES ACROSS THE RING AND DELIVERS A STINGING ROUNDHOUSE KICK RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF MITCH’S HEAD, KNOCKING HIM OFF THE APRON AND INTO MIKEY BY THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

The crowd pops once again, as Nicky scrambles around by the timekeeper, panicking like anything, whilst back in the ring the referee turns his back on the action once again to shout at Shelton and try to get him out of the ring. The fans boo the official as he berates a fan favourite, ignoring the situation behind him, where Kenny is suffering immensely in the Haas Of Pain! Kenny actually lifts his hand up …

…………………………...........

{Nicky illegally rolls into the ring with something in his hand}

……………

………

… AND NICKY SMASHES ONE OF THE TAG TEAM TITLE BELTS ACROSS THE BACK OF HAAS’ SKULL BEHIND THE REFEREE’S BACK!! The fans boo mercilessly, as a giggling Nicky quickly rolls back under the bottom rope to the outside and hides the belt behind his back. Haas slumps backwards and a drained Kenny falls back on top of him, hooking the far leg. Clambering back up onto the apron, Johnny screams at the referee to turn around and he finally does so, seeing the pinning predicament, whilst Shelton holds his head in his hands!!

…1…
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…2…
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THR - NO!!!
HAAS KICKS OUT BARELY!!! The crowd explodes and Shelton Benjamin even jumps for joy on the apron, whilst Johnny, Kenny, and the rest of the Spirit Squad {especially Nicky} look physically sick. Kenny rolls back up to his feet, a stunned expression on his face, unsure what to do next. He finally makes up his mind and runs backwards, charging off the ropes and LEAPING HIGH IN THE AIR WITH A SCREAM, SLAMMING HIS KNEE DOWN INTO HAAS’ FACE!! He falls down with a forearm in the face for a cover!

…1…
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…2…
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… NO!
Haas kicks out again, and Kenny looks at the referee with disgust. Kenny wraps his hands around Haas’ throat and begins bellowing loudly, “WE’RE BETTER THAN YOU!” He chokes Charlie relentlessly near the bottom rope, before the referee has finally seen enough and drags him away, berating the young Cheerleader, who argues back eagerly … AS MITCH AND MIKEY QUICKLY DRAGS HAAS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE, SETS HIM UP AND SENDS HIM CRASHING INTO THE STEEL STEPS WITH AN IRISH WHIP!! More boos from the fans, as the two supposedly ‘inactive’ cheerleaders lift Haas back up into the ring. Benjamin drops off the apron to help his partner, but the referee yells at him to get back right away, never seeing any of the illegal attack. Shelton seethes, as the referee turns around to where Kenny is covering Haas!

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Haas throws his shoulder up and Kenny lets out a nasty sigh of frustration, whilst Mitch and Mikey throw a fit at ringside. Kenny, frowning, pulls Haas back up to his feet and reaches out his arm, tagging in Johnny. The youngsters swap over, and Johnny delivers a stiff boot right to the ribs of Haas {the ribs that just collided with the Steel Steps}. Charlie groans in pain as he clutches at his mid section, but Johnny quickly drags him up once again, battering him backwards to the corner with right hands.

Smirking, Johnny murmurs something to Haas about, “… the best” … and Haas comes back with his own right hands, fighting out of the corner valiantly. Haas batters Johnny into the ropes and goes for the Irish Whip, but Johnny reverses it, sending Haas off the ropes. Haas comes racing back and Johnny swings with a Clothesline, but Haas ducks underneath it and hits the ropes again … RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK TO THE FACE, TAKING HIM BACK DOWN!! Johnny falls on top with a cover!

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Charlie Haas kicks out desperately, as Shelton Benjamin tries to get the crowd behind his partner from the apron. Johnny drags the helpless Haas over to the Spirit Squad’s corner once again and tags in a raring to go Kenny, who comes into the ring immediately. Johnny talks some trash to the official, who turns his back on the action for a split second, allowing Kenny to whip off his head band, wrap it around Haas’ neck and choke the life out of him!

The referee hears the crowd’s boos and turns around, but Kenny stuffs the headband into his tights and pulls Haas back up to his feet. Kenny violently shoves Haas forwards into the ropes and presses his knee across the back of the All-American’s neck, once again trying to choke him out. Haas gasps for breath, as the referee counts. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … Kenny breaks away, holding his hands up innocently. He heads right back over to where Haas is still hung up and drills him in the jaw with CROSSFACE BLOWS, almost knocking the teeth right out of the mouth of Charlie, re-arranging his handsome features!

Kenny backs off, takes aim, and delivers a stiff kick right to the back of Haas’ skull, dropping the Challenger down onto his face. Arrogantly, Kenny saunters across the ring and talks some trash to Benjamin, inviting him to get inside the ring. A furious Shelton tries to oblige and clambers through the ropes, only to be stopped in his tracks by the referee, who turns his back on the action once again. As the official deals with Benjamin, JOHNNY AND THE ILLEGAL MEMBERS OF THE SPIRIT SQUAD JUMP INTO THE RING/ONTO THE APRON AND THEY JOIN KENNY IN LAYING INTO HAAS ONCE AGAIN WITH BRUTAL SHOTS AND STRANGLING HIM!!

Kenny scurries out of the ring, as the referee turns around, and Mitch, Mikey and Nicky are miraculously back outside the ring, leaning casually against the crowd barricade {arguing with the fans}. J.R blows a gasket on commentary, to the amusement of Coach, whilst the referee glares at the cheerleaders. He asks Johnny if he made the tag and the young Cheerleader answers accordingly. Johnny takes Haas over and down with a quick SNAPMARE, before wrenching in a REAR CHINLOCK, snapping Haas’ neck from side to side violently! Benjamin is leaning over the ropes, desperately trying to encourage his partner to get back into this thing, but the skills of the Spirit Squad have really been telling thus far. Haas struggles, waving his arms around, and eventually battles back up to his feet.

Still with the Chinlock in place, Johnny tries to wear Haas back down, but the All-American hits the tag Champ with shots to the gut over and over and over again, before finally mustering enough strength to shove Johnny away into the ropes. Johnny comes back and knocks Haas right back down with a tough Shoulder Block, before back pedalling and bouncing off the ropes again. Haas floats over onto his stomach … BUT JOHNNY JUST DROPS RIGHT BACK DOWN, CINCHING IN THE SIDE HEADLOCK!

On the apron, Benjamin groans, as Johnny brings Haas back up into a seated position, applying the REAR CHINLOCK once again, wringing the neck of the All-American. The crowd, spurred on by Shelton, begins a small “LET’S GO CHARLIE” chant, which seems to have the desired effect on Haas, as he flaps his arms around yet again, punching his knuckles into the ground in an effort to make it back up to a vertical base. Haas makes it to his left leg first, before finally making it all the way up. Johnny tries to keep his arms wrapped around, but Haas, using all of his upper body strength, begins to force them away. Snarling, Johnny tries to bring them down … BUT HAAS PERFORMS A STANDING SWITCH … HE SPINS BEHIND JOHNNY, GRABBING HIM IN A REAR WAISTLOCK … AND BRINGS HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

The crowd roars, as both men go down in a heap, struggling for breath. Haas rolls over onto his stomach, beginning to crawl towards his corner in search of a tag. Benjamin waits with his arm outstretched, as Haas makes it to his knees … BUT JOHNNY IS BACK UP AND HE GRABS HAAS’ LEGS. The crowd boos, as Johnny drags Haas back into the middle of the ring, with Charlie hopping up and down on one leg. He manages to kick Johnny away with his foot, sending the Cheerleader bouncing off the ropes … AND RIGHT INTO HAAS, WHO CATCHES HIM, POPS THE HIPS AND NAILS AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!

Even more cheers go up from the crowd, as Haas rolls over once again and goes in search of the tag to his partner. Across the ring, the irate trio of Mitch, Mikey and Nicky leap up onto the apron in protest, and Kenny makes to enter the ring, prompting the referee to race over to block them off. The official and the Spirit Squad argue … AND CHARLIE HAAS MAKES THE HOT TAG TO SHELTON BENJAMIN!!! The fans go wild, as the Intercontinental Champion rushes into the ring, but the referee immediately blocks him … because HE NEVER SAW THE TAG!! Boos ring around the Allstate Arena, as well as a small “Bullshit” chant.

Benjamin looks crestfallen, whilst an opportunistic Johnny quickly takes advantage. Having recovered from the Belly-to-Belly Suplex, he quickly races forwards to where Haas leans against the ropes, AND CLOTHESLINES CHARLIE ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!! Like Lumberjacks, Mitch, Mikey and Nicky see their opportunity and snatch Haas up, looking to do some damage to the All-American … BUT SHELTON BENJAMIN FLIES OFF THE APRON INTO THEM OUT OF NOWHERE!!

The crowd pops, as a frustrated Shelton unloads on the three cheerleaders with a flurry of right hands. The referee quickly slides to the outside to try and break it up, as Charlie Haas slowly rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet …LOW BLOW FROM KENNY!! The arrogant team Captain came out of nowhere, and he quickly tells his dazed partner to make the cover, which Johnny does, as Haas crumples!

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The referee is still on the outside berating Mitch, Mikey and Nicky. Seeing the predicament, Shelton quickly scurries away, leaving the official bickering. Benjamin leaps up onto the apron across from Kenny, as Johnny stands up angrily … AND SHELTON SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE - NAILING A BLOCKBUSTER TO JOHNNY!! More cheers from the crowd, as Johnny hits the deck! Shelton continues almost in a forward roll, going straight back under the bottom rope and onto the apron to avoid the referee’s wrath.

The race is now on, as both Johnny and Charlie Haas lie flat on their backs, with Kenny and Shelton Benjamin reaching out desperately for the tags. Shelton hammers away at the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd right behind his partner, as they cheer for Charlie. Haas rolls over onto his stomach … Johnny rolls over onto his stomach … both men inch and claw their way towards their corners … HAAS LUNGES FORWARDS AND TAGS IN BENJAMIN … JOHNNY TAGS IN KENNY!!

The crowd explodes, as Shelton Benjamin finally gets in on the action. The former Golden Gopher comes into the ring like a house of fire, taking the oncoming Kenny down with a Clothesline, before coming right off the ropes and knocking the Cheerleader down again. Kenny dazedly staggers back up to feet and Benjamin forces him against the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip. Kenny manages to reverse it though, hurling Shelton into the ropes and swinging with the Clothesline; Benjamin ducks and comes off the ropes again, AND LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR, TAKING KENNY BACK DOWN WITH AN HBK-ESQUE FLYING FOREARM!!

Benjamin is back up to his feet quick as a hiccup, as Johnny comes rushing back into the ring, AND SHELTON TAKES HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Johnny bounces back onto his feet on instinct and staggers towards the ropes AND BENJAMIN CLOTHESLINES HIM RIGHT OVER THE TOP INTO HIS THREE WATCHING TEAMMATES!! Benjamin gives a little smirk over the top rope, but Kenny drills him from behind!

The Cheerleader grabs Shelton by the arm and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Kenny swings with a Clothesline, but Benjamin ducks and comes off the ropes again, and Kenny LEAP FROGS OVER HIM … BUT BENJAMIN GRINDS TO A HALT! Kenny does not turn around, and instead smirks to himself proudly … before turning … Benjamin throws a boot … Kenny catches it and throws it back around … SHELTON NAILS HIM WITH THE DRAGON WHIP!! Benjamin hooks the leg!

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… THREE - NO!!!
NICKY PLACES KENNY’S FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! The cheerleader moves away quickly, as the crowd is incensed, and Shelton argues with the hapless official … UNTIL JOHNNY BREAKS IT UP! The Cheerleader slugs Benjamin across the back and drags him back up to his feet. Johnny backs the Intercontinental Champion against the ropes with right hands, before going for an Irish Whip. Shelton reverses it though, flinging Johnny into the ropes … but he holds onto the top rope! Johnny smirks, waiting for Benjamin to rush in … but Benjy does not … CHARLIE HAAS ROLLS BACK INTO THE RING FROM BEHIND JOHHNY … HE LIFTS THE CHEERLEADERS’S LEGS UP AND FLIPS HIM OVER … SHELTON RACES FORWARDS AND SPRINGS OVER HAAS - NAILING THE STAR SPANGLED STUN GUN!!

The crowd pops at the old school move from the World’s Greatest Tag Team, as Johnny rolls to the outside of the ring. Haas races towards where Kenny is leaning against the ropes, BUT KENNY DROPS HIS SHOULDER AND BACK DROPS CHARLIE OVER THE TOP ROPE … INADVERTENTLY SENDING HIM CRASHING INTO MIKEY AND MITCH, CUSHIONING HAAS’ FALL!! Shelton grabs Kenny by the arm and goes for the Irish Whip, but Kenny swings underneath the arm … LEAPS UP … DRILLING BENJAMIN WITH HIS JUMPING CUTTER CALLED THE RK-DOANE!! Kenny wearily covers Shelton!

…1…
{Charlie Haas pulls himself up on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle}
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… THREE - NO!!!
CHARLIE HAAS BREAKS IT UP WITH A MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP!! Haas crashes across both men, but hits Kenny mostly, and the Cheerleader rolls away in agony. All three men in the ring stay down, Kenny holding his back, Haas clutching his ribs, and Shelton just out of it. Back up in the corner of the Spirit Squad, a dazed Johnny drags himself up and reaches out for a tag from his partner. Kenny is moving even more than Haas and Benjamin, and crawls in that direction - MAKES THE TAG!!

Johnny staggers back into the ring and covers Shelton Benjamin once again!

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… NO!!
BENJAMIN HIS SHOULDER UP!! Johnny fumes and jumps back up to his feet, waving to the fans that it’s all over. He climbs the turnbuckle, apparently in search of some high-risk manoeuvre. He steadies himself on the top … BUT SHELTON KIPS UP - AND RACES TOWARDS THE CORNER, LEAPING UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! Johnny barely has time to react, and neither do the stunned fans, before Benjamin hooks Johnny’s arm … GOING FOR A T-BONE SUPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE … AND HE HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kenny is making his way up the opposite turnbuckle, as Shelton makes a hook of the leg!!

…1…

{Kenny makes it to the top rope}
…2…

{Kenny leaps off the top rope!!!}

… THREE - NO!!!!
KENNY COMES CRASHING DOWN WITH THE GUILLOTINE LEG DROP - ONTO JOHNNY!!! SHELTON MOVED!!! Kenny writhes around in agony, clutching his hamstring and staring with horror at what he just did. Shelton has Johnny up, wrapping his left arm around the neck of the Cheerleader. Kenny limps towards them, BUT SHELTON CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE ROPES.

Breathing heavily, Shelton quickly staggers over to where Haas is waiting on the apron, tagging in his partner!! The Intercontinental Champion then saunters over to the ropes again, looking down at where Kenny is being helped back up to his feet on the outside by the concerned and hurting Mikey, Mitch and Nicky. Taking hold of the top rope, Shelton gives the crowd and the cheerleaders a smirk, pulls back … BEFORE LAUNCHING HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING PLANCHA RIGHT ONTO THE FOUR MEMBERS OF THE SPIRIT SQUAD STANDING BELOW!!!!!

Chicago goes absolutely wild, as Benjamin sacrifices himself for the team, evening up the numbers, and Haas looks to take advantage. Seeing Johnny struggling on the mat, an intense Haas reaches down, grabbing both of Johnny’s lifeless legs and proceeds to wrap them up like an accordion … APPLYING THE HAAS OF PAIN FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THE MATCH!!!!! The crowd pops to see Haas so intense, as he falls back, really putting the hurt on the back and legs, but Johnny certainly does not cheer, as the beaten and battered cheerleader lets out a scream of pain, scrunching up his face as he looks for the ropes … BUT IS NOWHERE NEAR IT!!! Haas wrenches back as hard as he possibly can, yelling “TAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!” at the top of his lungs, joined by the crowd…

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… JOHNNY TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winners - AND NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - THE WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM @ 15:34.


HAAS AND BENJAMIN HAVE DONE IT!!! THEY ARE CHAMPS ONCE AGAIN!!! The crowd gives a great pop for the result, as Haas flops off Johnny and staggers up to his feet, smiling broadly. On the outside of the ring, Shelton Benjamin struggles, but manages to make it back into the ring to embrace his partner.

Jim Ross:
By God, I don’t believe it, Charlie Haas and Shelton have put all of their differences aside – all of their rivalry, to once again prove that they are the best damn tag team in the world. WE’VE GOT NEW CHAMPIONS!!!

Jonathan Coachman:
I – WHAT – THIS IS NOT HAPPENING, J.R!!!


The referee hands the World Tag Team title belts {and the IC belt} to Haas and Benjamin, and the two men grip them tightly, the happiness clear on their faces.

Kenny and Johnny have rolled out of the ring and sit at the foot of the ramp, a look of complete exhaustion and shock on their faces. Kenny is clearly berating Johnny – when the rest of the Spirit Squad {Nicky, Mikey and Mitch} all rush around and try to calm their teammates down. The quintet backs up the ramp slowly, screaming at the WGTT angrily.

In the ring, Haas and Benjamin stand on opposite turnbuckles showing off their newly won titles to the crowd. Eventually both men step down and meet in the middle of the ring again, where they share another warm embrace – THE WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM IS ON TOP OF THE TAG WRESTLING WORLD ONCE AGAIN!!!




***

A Superstar vignette plays …

Inter-cutting shots flash across the screen of a young superstar, clad in black trunks with shoulder length dark hair and a small beard. He stands in front of a blank screen, holding up his knuckles, adorned with the words, “D-R-U-G … F-R-E-E”.


???:
I don’t drink …

Narrator:
He is the most exciting superstar to ever hit professional wrestling …

A shot of the man flying through the ropes with a topé suicida.

???:
I don’t smoke …

Narrator:
His skills range from Muay Thai Kickboxing to Brazilian Jujitsu …

Shots of the man delivering scintillating kicks to his hopeless opponents.

???:
I don’t do drugs …

Narrator:
He’s been a Champion everywhere he’s ever been …

Shots of the man holding up the OVW Championship {not ROH, sorry}.

???:
My only addiction is competition …

Narrator:
He’s a “Straightedge Superstar” …

More flashing shots of the man wowing crowds all around the world.

???:
My name … is C … M … PUNK!!!

Punk throws his hair back, looking into the camera with steely eyes.

Narrator:
And he’s coming … to Friday Night SmackDown!

“CM PUNK – COMING SOON TO FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN!”

Fade out.

We cut elsewhere.

Backstage, Jamie Noble sits on his workout bench, hands clasped together and head bowed low. The bandage on Noble’s scalp is still clear to see, as his slow breathing emanates around the room.

Noble quickly shakes his head and clambers back up to his feet, doing a few more squats to warm up, as there is a knock at his door. Turning, Noble comes face-to-face with … Rey Mysterio. The NEW United States Champion carries his title over his shoulder and Noble glances at it, nodding approvingly at Rey. Mysterio simply rests his hand on Noble’s shoulder, not uttering a word, almost urging The Pitbull with a look. Noble eventually pulls away and heads out of the locker room, marching down the hallway, where … Juventud Guerrera, Shannon Moore, Funaki, Scotty Too Hotty, and other Cruiserweights line the way, all murmuring, “Good luck, Jamie”, as he makes his way to the ring.




***


***A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE***

Cracking his neck from side-to-side, the rough and tough Jamie Noble saunters down the ramp looking particularly calm and focused. The crowd give the challenger a wonderful ovation (the Chicago smarks in particular). Wearing his bright white trunks, Noble looks all business, not posing like one would usually do on the grandest stage of them all.



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for … the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!!
(Crowd cheers) Introducing first the challenger … from Hanover, West Virginia … weighing in at 202 pounds … THE PITBULL … JAMIE NOBLEEEEEE!!!!


Noble slides into the ring, still looking as mean and focused as we have ever seen him. He steps up to the second turnbuckle and raises a single arm into the air, as though showing to the fans that he appreciates their support. The Pitbull hops down and begins to bounce on his toes, getting ready for the biggest match of his life.


Michael Cole:
Jamie Noble made his return to the WWE at the end of last year and has been on a role ever since. In February at No Way Out, Noble entered the Cruiserweight Open first and lasted THIRTY FULL MINUTES, eliminating five other men, including Juventud Guerrera, before being SCREWED out of the title by Kid Kash. I believe that Noble has Kash’s number … and the Champ knows it.

Tazz:
I don’t know about that, Cole, but what we saw from Noble at No Way Out was damn impressive, and some of the actions of Kid Kash recently make you think whether he is afraid of this guy. I mean, he assaulted him a couple of weeks back to get a head start. Both men better be on top of their game tonight.

Joey Styles:
Both of these men have fought all around the world, trained under greats, in the best companies. They are so, so evenly matches in actual fact it’s scary.


***BAWITDABA***

The crowd gives an initial pop before degenerating into a rather loud mixed reaction, as the lights dim in The Allstate Arena, the strobe lighting beginning to crackle atop the stage, and the mist appearing. With the suspense building and Kid Rock’s riff blasting out around the building, the egotistical Cruiserweight Champion, “The Notorious K.I.D” Kid Kash, walks out onto the stage. The Champ is clad in his shiny silver tights, worthy of Wrestlemania, and carries the title on his shoulder; he soaks up the atmosphere of his first ever Wrestlemania, before swaggering down to the ring, where an intense challenger waits.


Tony Chimel:
Introducing next … from Tuscan, Arizona … weighing in at 205 pounds … he is the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … THE NOTORIOUS K.I.D … KID KASH!!!


Kash takes his time walking up the steps, as he enters the ring with a cool expression on his face, never taking his eyes off Jamie Noble. He takes his Cruiserweight title from his shoulder and hold it up proudly to the fans, whilst making the ‘Bank Roll’ motion, smirking.


Joey Styles:
Back in December at Armageddon, Kid Kash made a hell of an impact in his first ever Cruiserweight Championship match – DEFEATING the then Champion Juventud Guerrera to capture the gold. Since then, Kash put on one of the most impressive Cruiserweight performances ever seen in a Royal Rumble match – not to mention retaining the title under rather shady circumstances at No Way Out.

Tazz:
This kid – no pun intended – has got it all, Cole, and he seems to be hell bent on proving that to absolutely everyone. I mean, making a mockery of all those legendary Cruiserweight Champs, that ain’t the way to get the world to notice you in a good way. He is talented though, no doubt about that.


Kid Kash watches on anxiously, as the official takes the Cruiserweight title over to Jamie Noble and shows it to him. The Challenger’s eyes glance down at the gold hungrily, and the referee holds it up to the crowd, which is buzzing in anticipation.



***Bell Rings***



Cruiserweight Championship Match:
'The Notorious K.I.D' Kid Kash © vs. 'The Pitbull' Jamie Noble

The two combatants stand across the ring from each other, eyes locked. Jamie Noble seems completely focused, barely flinching at all, simply rotating his palms in anticipation; Kid Kash on the other hand, seems to be attempting to disguise his nerves by talking as much trash as humanly possible and beating his chest repeatedly. Noble pays him no heed though and heads for the centre of the ring, inviting a lock up, and the Champ duly follows. They stop eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, toe-to-toe … and Noble extends his hand!

The crowd gives a VERY mixed reaction for the sporting gesture from the former ROH Champion, and Kash can clearly be seen mouthing, “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’?” Noble leaves his hand there, trying to put all of the hatred between him and the Cruiserweight Champion aside for just one moment and show the fans what the wrestling business is all about. Kash looks extremely dubious, even backing away slightly with his hands on his head, jawing with the booing crowd. He looks around the arena, yelling, “Ya’ll want me to shake hands with this piece of shit!?” Noble ignores the insult and Michael Cole instantly apologies for the coarse language of the Notorious K.I.D. The referee tells Kash to hurry it up, and FINALLY he holds his hand up, nodding at Noble. The Champ walks back to the centre of the ring and leans forward to accept the handshake … BUT INSTEAD SLAPS NOBLE ACROSS THE FACE!!

“OOOOOS” and boos ring out around the arena, as Kash sneers manically, but Noble lunges around wildly, connecting with a rabid KNIFE EDGE CHOP right across the chest of the Champ!! Kash is stunned and Noble assaults him angrily with a barrage of the Chops, backing him against the ropes, before shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip … KASH RUNS BACK STRAIGHT INTO A LEG LARIAT RIGHT TO THE FACE!!! The crowd is cheering wildly for the explosiveness of Noble, and he races back towards Kash, looking to take advantage … but the reeling K.I.D slithers under the bottom rope to the outside.

In a rage, Kid Kash takes a run at the timekeeper’s area and kicks the chairs flying, causing the crowd to boo and laugh at the same time. Back in the ring, the referee has to pull Jamie Noble back from pursuing his opponent, and The Pitbull reluctantly backs off. The Cruiserweight Champion stands in front of the announce tables, hands on hips, a look of anger on his face, as he gazes down at the already purple area on his chest.

The fans closest to the barricade mock and jeer Kash incessantly, causing him to lose his focus and shout “SHUT THE HELL UP” back at them. More heat comes in for this, but the Champ could seemingly not care less. The official leans over the top rope, berating Kash, and telling him that he will be counted out. Reluctantly, shaking his head from side-to-side, the egotistical Champion, not wanting to retain that way, steps back up the steel steps.

Kash pauses on the apron, waiting until Noble has backed up across the ring enough, before stepping through the ropes. Anxiously, the ECW Original walks towards the centre of the ring, where he is met by his challenger. The men come together viciously in the centre of the ring, snapping their torsos up in a collar and elbow tie up. Even in terms of size and weight, the two men jostle fruitlessly for position, neither one able to gain the advantage, before pulling apart furiously and backing off yet again. Noble rubs his chin thoughtfully, as Kash frowns and jabbers away at his opponent. The two men lock up again, this time even dropping to one knee in a vain effort to overpower the other, but once again there is a stalemate and they pull apart.

The Challenger still looks far the cooler, whilst Kash rakes his fingers through his hair furiously, visibly frustrated by the situation. They head towards the centre of the ring once again and lock up, but Noble drops down and brings Kash crashing over with a beautiful Arm Drag! The Champ scrambles back up to his feet and walks right into Noble, who snaps off a second picture perfect Arm Drag, taking Kash over and down with precision!

Kash scampers across the mat on all fours, getting back onto his knees and gazing up at his challenger with a stunned expression on his face. The Notorious K.I.D holds up his hands, begging Noble for a timeout, but the merciless Pitbull advances in slowly anyway … but Kash was playing possum and rolls behind Noble, catching him with a School Boy … but Noble spins out of it and sits down on Kash, reaching back and hooking the legs! 1 … NO! Kash rolls forwards almost into a Sunset Flip-like pinning combination! 1 … NO! Noble rolls out of it backwards and leaps forwards, taking Kash into a Jacknife Cover! 1 … NO! The Cruiserweight Champion pushes Noble away and scurries across the mat.

The crowd lightly applauds the mat wrestling abilities of the two top quality athletes, as Kid Kash pulls himself up using the ropes, looking non-too pleased with his current situation. Jamie Noble takes his time getting back to his feet, his eyes still focused on his rival. The Pitbull begins to steadily circle his opponent, and a nervous Kash begins to do the same. They look to come together once again, with Kash rushing forwards, but Noble quickly catches him with a Drop Toe Hold, taking the Champ down, before wrapping him up and rolling over with an Oklahoma Roll! 1 … NO! Kash gets his shoulders up immediately, but Noble simply float over, bringing the Champ up to his feet in a Front Facelock.

Noble cinches the hold in stiffly, shoving Kash towards the centre of the ring. The Pitbull hooks the arm and looks to lift Kash up with a Vertical Suplex … but the Champ kicks his feet and drops back down, spinning out of it, ducking under Noble’s arm and switching behind the Challenger. Kash grabs Noble in a Rear Waistlock and quickly shoves him forwards into the ropes, holding on and rolling backwards in an almost pinning combination … but both men roll straight through, back up to their feet, with Kash still holding Noble in the Rear Waistlock.

Fighting against the hold, Noble tries to pry Kash’s arms away, but instead quickly reaches down; grabbing the Champ’s left leg and taking him down to the canvas onto his back. Still holding Kash’s leg, Noble snatches up the right leg and falls backwards, wrapping both up in a rather unique pinning position! 1 … NO! Kash quickly kicks out and leaps away!

More murmurs of respect from the fans, as Kid Kash screws up his face in annoyance, having been technically bested by his challenger again. Noble steps back up to his feet, wiping his hands on his trunks, eager to get back at the Champion. The two men come together once again, looking to engage in a lock up, but Kash drills his Challenger with a stiff boot to the gut! Noble doubles over clutching his mid drift and Kash attacks him with a flurry of right hands, backing him against the ropes. The fans boo the Champion, and he eyes them scornfully … AND NOBLE LIGHTS HIM UP WITH A LIGHTNING FAST CHOP!!

The sickening sound of flesh on flesh rings throughout the arena to “OOOOS” from the crowd, sending Kid Kash staggering backwards clutching his chest. Noble comes quickly back at the Champ, lighting him up with Chop after Chop, backing him against the ropes. Kash gasps for breath against the ropes, holding his now beetroot coloured chest, as Noble takes him by the arm and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip. The Champ hits the ropes but hangs on, as Noble races in, and Kash gets his feet up, wrapping his legs around Noble’s shoulders. Noble catches Kash’s legs though AND HURLS HIM OFF THE ROPES INTO THE AIR … BUT KASH SPINS AROUND IN MID-AIR AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!!

Incredible athleticism from the Cruiserweight Champion, but the fans barely have any time to react as Kash rushes forwards immediately, but Noble LEAP FROGS over the top of K.I.D and drops down onto his stomach, as Kash comes off the ropes. Kash skips over Noble and rebounds off the other ropes again … AND RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A LEG LARIAT FROM NOBLE!! The crowd pops, as Kash goes down hard holding his face, whilst Noble jumps back up immediately and beats his chest, showing his first real signs of emotion so far.

Grabbing a handful of the Champ’s long hair, Noble hurls him face first of the top turnbuckle, before dragging him back to the centre of the ring and delivering a stinging elbow to the base of the neck. Kash grunts in pain, but quickly jabs his Challenger in the gut, rocking him, before shooting off the ropes … Noble tries to counter, lifting Kash up … but Kash lands on his feet and spins around … and on the second attempt, Noble lifts Kash up and plants him with a SCOOP SLAM!! Noble shoots off the ropes and leaps up, dropping a Forearm Smash right to Kash’s face, causing him to flip over onto his front … so Noble comes off the ropes quickly again from the other side and DRIVES HIS FOREARM SMASH TO THE BACK OF KASH’S SKULL THIS TIME!! Noble spins the Champ over and covers him, forearm in the face for good measure.

…1…
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… NO!
Kash hurriedly kicks out! The Cruiserweight Champion barely has any time to recover, as a determined Jamie Noble brings him back up, hooks the arm, AND BRINGS HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A SNAP SUPLEX!! Noble floats over into the immediate cover. 1 … 2 … NO! Kash kicks out desperately again, sitting up and gasping for breath. Noble shows no frustration whatsoever, as he jumps back up to his feet and pulls Kash up with him … KASH RAKES THE EYES!!

Boos pour in from the crowd, as Noble staggers away blindly towards the ropes, and a smirking Kid Kash follows in. The Champ grabs Noble’s arm and goes for the Irish Whip, only for The Pitbull to reverse it, sending Kash into the ropes. K.I.D rebounds back and Noble goes for the Hip Toss … Kash counters, going for his own Hip Toss … but Noble counters, hooking back on Kash’s arms, LOOKING FOR A BACKSLIDE … he gets Kash down in the pin … Kash flips his legs over, getting his shoulders up … but Noble brings him up, still with the Double Underhook in place … HE LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE TIGER DRIVER … but Kash fights back down … NOBLE LIFTS HIM UP AGAIN … but Kash fights it, grabbing the top rope … SO NOBLE DUMPS HIM ONTO THE APRON!!

Kash lands on his feet on the apron, but Noble immediately clocks him with a right hand, staggering the Champion. Taking Kash by the hair, Noble tries to drive K.I.D’s face into the top of the turnbuckle post, but the Champ blocks it and slams Noble’s head into it instead! Noble clutches his face and staggers backwards, and Kash sticks his head through the ropes in an effort to re-enter the ring … BUT NOBLE KICKS HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD/TEMPLE WITH A SICKENING SMACK!!

“OOOOOS” go up from the crowd, as Kid Kash’s eyes glaze over and he drops off the apron in a heap, just barely managing to keep himself upright using the crowd barrier. Noble pops back up in the ring and notices his opponent’s position … before racing off the ropes … AND FLYING THROUGH THE OTHER ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE, CRASHING INTO BOTH KASH AND THE BARRIER!! A thunderous “Holy Shit” chants rings around the Allstate Arena, as the impact of both men hitting the barricade shakes the ground.

Both Noble and Kash seem equally hurt after move, and they both spend a good while on the ground, with the referee counting. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 {Noble begins to drag himself up using the barrier} … 5 … 6 … 7 {Kash heaves himself up on the ring apron} … 8 … Kid Kash rolls into the ring, almost on instinct, breaking the count. Noble follows up by climbing onto the apron and drilling Kash with a right hand, rocking the Champ. The Pitbull hooks the arm of Kash and goes for the VERTICAL SUPLEX over the top rope … HE LIFTS KASH UP … but Kash manages to land on the apron alongside Noble … he switches behind the Challenger, grabbing him in a Rear Waistlock … AND GERMAN SUPLEXES NOBLE OFF THE APRON INTO THE BARRICADE AND FLOOR WITH SICKENING IMPACT!!

“OOOOHHHHHH!!!” The sentiments of Chicago are well-known, as both competitors lie in a tussled heap in front of the barrier, with Noble barely moving, and Kash rolling around in agony, clutching the back of his head. The referee has not even started the count, as he checks on the condition of both men. It is the Champion who is back to his feet first obviously, and Kid Kash staggers blindly towards the ring, rolling inside. Kash yells at the referee to get back inside, before bellowing, “COUNT HIM OUT, DAMN IT!!!” The official reluctantly obliges, as Kash watches on hungrily.

“ONE … TWO … THREE …”

Noble remains in a heap against the crowd barrier, his face hidden from view.

“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”

To cheers from the fans, The Pitbull begins to live up to his name, clawing against the barrier and staggering back upwards, whilst K.I.D tears at his hair.

“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”

Noble staggers towards the ring in a daze and pulls himself up onto the apron, stepping wearily through the ropes to BREAK THE COUNT!! Kash throws a dark look in the referee’s direction, before hurrying over to where Noble is standing groggily and clubbing him across the back of the neck. Noble winces in pain, leaning forwards, and Kash applies the Rear Waistlock once again, BEFORE BRINGING NOBLE CRASHING OVER WITH ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!! Noble lands right on his injured neck and head, as Kash pounces on him for a cover!

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Noble kicks out quickly, but Kid Kash quickly rolls his Challenger over, wrapping his legs around the torso of the Challenger, cinching in the BODY SCISSORS! The back, abdomen and shoulders, everywhere that was damaged following the German Suplex off the apron, is put under pressure by the Body Scissors. Kash squeezes tight, as he lies back on the canvas, with Noble trying with all of his might to break the hold. Spurred on by the crowd, Noble manages to rip Kash’s legs away, so that he only has a Rear Waistlock in place.

The tenacious Jamie Noble begins to fight back up to his feet, but Kid Kash holds on to the Rear Waistlock for dear life, still squeezing away on the damaged ribs of the Challenger. Noble tries desperately to pry Kash’s arms away, but the Champ stays firm … BUT NOBLE LEAPS UP, WHIPPING HIS LEGS OVER IN A FORWARD ROLL MOTION, AND ROLLING KASH UP!!

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Kash kicks out wildly, looking rather stunned, and charges back at Noble … but The Pitbull side steps the Champion and grabs him with a SCHOOL BOY … but Kash rolls backwards out of it straight away AND BOOTS NOBLE RIGHT IN THE RIBS!! Noble cries out in pain, clutching his abdomen, but Kash shows no relent, and BOOTS HIM AGAIN, almost sending Noble’s body airborne. The Champion takes a breather, as the Challenger staggers over to the corner.

Kash follows in quickly though, laying into the mid section of Noble with sharp SHOULDER THRUSTS, trying his very best to tear up the already injured ribs of The Pitbull. Noble wanes slightly, struggling to stay upright, and Kash backs off, before sprinting in, looking to drive his shoulder into his rival’s gut with force … BUT NOBLE GETS HIS FEET UP … KASH RUNS UNDER THEM AND ALMOST COLLIDES WITH THE STEEL POST … AND NOBLE FLIPS OVER HIM, BRINGING THE CHAMP OVER WITH A SUNSET FLIP!!

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Kash kicks out and rolls backwards away from the pin, leaping backup to his feet furiously. He charges at Noble again, looking to take The Pitbull’s head right off with a Clothesline, but Noble ducks and comes back with his own scintillating KNIFE EDGE CHOP, dropping Kash down to the mat. The Champ staggers back up to his feet, gasping in pain and shock, and walks right into a SECOND KNIFE EDGE CHOP, which sends him staggering backwards into the corner.

Touching his ribs gingerly, Noble shakes his head, before rushing towards Kash in the corner … but the Champ manages to Back Drop The Pitbull up and over, where he lands on the apron! Kash does not turn around and seems to think that Noble has gone to the floor … BUT NOBLE SCRAMBLES UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE BEHIND KASH … BUT KASH SPINS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A STANDING DROPKICK, KNOCKING NOBLE FROM THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!!

Noble holds his ribs again from the harsh impact, as he struggles back up to his feet, whilst Kash smirks in the ring and touches the side of his head, as if saying, “I’m smarter than you.” With Noble back on his feet on the outside, Kash grabs hold of the top rope … AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER WITH A PLANCHA INTO A PERFECTLY EXECUTED HURRICANRANA!!

The crowd explodes once again, loving the high-risk offence of the Cruiserweight Champion. Kid Kash staggers back up to his feet, a smug look on his face, and he continues to shine at his first Wrestlemania. Dragging Noble back up, Kash rolls him back under the bottom rope and follows up with a quick hook of the leg!

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Noble manages to kick out quite quickly, and Kash sneers a little in the referee’s direction. K.I.D yanks The Pitbull back up to his feet by the head, measures him up, before delivering a crackling KNIFE EDGE CHOP right across the chest of the Challenger, giving him a taste of his own medicine, sending him staggering into the corner. Noble’s back touches the corner softly, but it is still a little too much for his ribs to take, and he comes out again. Kid Kash catches him on the way out with a SNAPMARE TAKEOVER, sitting The Pitbull up. Kash leaps up and hits a hard dropkick to the back of Noble’s head, rocking The Pitbull!

Sneering confidently, Kash quickly gets up, lifting Noble up and staying behind him all in one fluid movement, before wrapping his right arm around his throat in an inverted facelock, before slamming Noble’s spine down across his knee with the INVERTED FACELOCK BACKBREAKER!! Kash flattens Noble out with a cover!

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Another kick out from the plucky Noble, and Kid Kash glares at the referee, slapping his hands together for a three count. The Champ leers down at Noble though and begins to yank him up once again … but Noble fights back, with rights and lefts to the mid drift of Kash, backing him up slightly. Kash reels, but quickly clubs Noble across the back of the neck, breaking up the flurry. Kash rears back for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP … BUT NOBLE DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT AND LEAPS UP FOR A LEG LARIAT … KASH DUCKS … BUT NOBLE LANDS ON HIS FEET, SPINNING KASH AROUND … AND DRILLS KID KASH WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX AND KASH DOES A 360 IN THE AIR, LANDING ON HIS FRONT!!

“OOOOOS” go up from the crowd, as Kid Kash is almost knocked out by the impact of the German throw that Noble just performed on him. Kash’s ribs, chest and face all smacked the canvas first, and he lies in a crumpled heap to reflect this. Jamie Noble looks equally drained, as he lies on his back, massaging his ribs and gasping for air. Pulling on the ropes, the Cruiserweight Champion drags himself across the mat, before struggling back up to his feet. Kash is barely coherent though, as he wobbles on his feet and walks towards the middle of the ring … WHERE NOBLE TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A THUNDEROUS LARIAT!!

Kash slams back down to the canvas and rebounds back up to his feet, where Noble is waiting, as he comes off the ropes and SMACKS KASH IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH A RUNNING LEG LARIAT!! Kid Kash is like a walking drunk right now, as he is pulled back up to his feet once again by Noble and backed up into the ropes with right hands. Noble goes for the Irish Whip … but Kash reverses it … but Noble reverses it again, and flings Kash across the ring into the ropes. The Champ comes flying back and Noble throws a Clothesline, which Kash ducks and comes off the ropes again … RIGHT INTO A SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM FROM NOBLE!! He hooks the leg!

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Kash throws his shoulder up desperately, as the crowd lets out a groan. Noble does not relent though, as he pulls the Champ back up to his feet … KASH SWINGS WITH A RIGHT HAND … BUT NOBLE DUCKS AND APPLIES THE REAR WAISTLOCK … he brings Kash over, NAILING A GERMAN SUPLEX!! But Noble keeps the hands firmly locked around Kash’s waist and pulls him up again … HITTING A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! Still Noble holds on, snarling away like the Pitbull he is, as Kash flails wearily … A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX, THIS TIME WITH A BRIDGE!!

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Kid Kash barely kicks out! He falls backwards in a heap, as Jamie Noble steps back up to his feet and signals that the end is near. He yanks Kash up and tucks his head between his legs, signalling for the TIGER DRIVER … but Kash whips Noble’s legs from underneath him with a Double Leg Take Down … Noble lands on his back … Kash rushes forwards … BUT NOBLE WHIPS HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS FACE FIRST WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!!

The Champ’s face smacks the canvas, and he rolls forwards clutching his nose into the corner. Noble is back onto his feet quickly and races in towards Kash, leaping up … but Kash moves … Noble lands on the second turnbuckle, grabbing Kash’s head … he goes for a TORNADO DDT … BUT KASH LANDS ON HIS FEET … Noble still has the DDT position locked in and tries to leap up … but Kash brings him back down to his feet and wraps his arms around Noble’s mid section … BRINGING HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A BRIDGING NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!

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Noble flings his shoulder off the canvas! The crowd cheers, but Kid Kash slaps the mat in frustration. The Cruiserweight Champion gets back up to his feet quickly and runs his thumb right across his throat, indicating that this match is over for Jamie Noble. He pulls The Pitbull up and hooks the arm, LIFTING HIM UP IN THE AIR … HE HOOKS THE LEG THIS TIME … GOING FOR THE MONEY ROLL BRAINBUSTER … but Noble drops back down … KASH GETS HIM UP AGAIN … but Noble kicks wildly and drops back down … NOBLE LIFTS KASH UP IN A BRAINBUSTER POSITION … Kash slides off, landing behind Noble … BUT NOBLE COUNTERS, NAILING KASH WITH A NECKBREAKER!! Noble hooks the far leg!

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Kash kicks out again! Noble this time does show some signs of annoyance, as he glances briefly at the referee, before climbing up off his knees. Bringing Kash up, Noble backs the Champ into the corner with hard right hands, before getting his shoulder right into his gut and lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Kash is seated on the top, as Noble rears back and nails a KNIFE EDGE CHOP right across the chest of K.I.D! Noble then mounts the turnbuckle as well, hooking the arm, looking for a SUPERPLEX … but Kash hits The Pitbull with shots to the gut, again and again and again … before finally shoving the Challenger back down to the canvas!

Noble hits the deck and rolls backwards, coming back up to his feet, as Kash steadies himself on the top turnbuckle … BEFORE SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE BANK ROLL … BUT NOBLE MOVES … KASH LANDS ON HIS FEET … BUT NOBLE SNATCHES HIM FROM BEHIND IN THE DRAGON CLUTCH!! The crowd roars, as for the first time in the contest, Jamie Noble’s deadly submission is seen. Kash flaps wildly, as Noble tries to fall backwards to properly cinch the hold in … BUT KASH LEAPS UP, WRAPPING HIS LEGS AROUND NOBLE’S HIPS AND ROLLING HIM FORWARDS WITH A ROLL UP!!

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But Noble reaches up and grabs Kash’s tights, pulling him down on top of him, ALLOWING THE PITBULL TO CINCH IN THE DRAGON CLUTCH AGAIN!!!! This time Noble gets it properly, with the legs wrapped around also!!! The crowd explodes for the incredible counter, as Kid Kash flails wildly in the hold. With the “Noble” chants raining in, the referee drops down to his knees to assess the champion’s condition, asking him whether or not he wants to continue. Gasping with what little air he has left, Kash says “No”, but is unable to shake his head, such is the grip Noble has on him. With his right arm, Kash reaches around blindly for anything to hold onto!!

Kash’s face is turning a terrible shade of red, followed by a sickening tinge of purple, but he shows some resilience, and throws himself over, rolling both his own body, as well as Noble’s right across the ring … BUT NOBLE KEEPS THE HOLD WELL LOCKED IN!! The crowd is waiting anxiously for Kash to give it up, but the ECW Original is showing some courage in his desire to hold onto his crown … AND ROLLS OVER, PINNING NOBLE …

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!!!!!!

…BUT THE REFEREE SEES IT THIS TIME…
Noble bursts out of the pin wildly, having very nearly suffered the same defeat as at No Way Out, as Kid Kash managed to counter the Dragon Clutch once again. Noble spins around … KNIFE EDGE CHOP FROM KASH! The Pitbull gasps but delivers a CHOP of his own right across the chest of the weary Champion! Chop from Kash … Chop from Noble … Chop from Kash … Chop from Noble!! The two men exchanging sickening shots, as the crowd “WOOOOOS” at each one. Kash rears back and looks deliver one, but Noble ducks underneath it and comes behind Kash, grabbing him with a Rear Waistlock.

The Pitbull goes for a GERMAN SUPLEX … HE GETS KASH UP … but the Champ fights it and drops back down! Noble spins him around and drills him in the gut, before shoving his head between his legs and hooking the arms for the TIGER DRIVER … HE GETS KASH UP … BUT KASH COUNTERS INTO A HURRICANRANA … WITH A HOOK OF THE LEGS!!!

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Noble gets his shoulder up and Kid Kash goes berserk, slapping the mat. He stomps back up to his feet and snatches Noble up as well. He hooks Noble’s arm once again and screams, “IT’S OVER!” He LIFTS NOBLE UP FOR THE DEAD LEVEL … but Noble drops back down and throws Kash away into the ropes! Kash bounces off the ropes, as Noble lowers his head a split second to early, and Kash quickly snatches up his arms in a Double Underhook … LIFTS HIM UP … AND DROPS HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH THE MONEY MAKER PILERDRIVER!! The sound reverberated around the arena, as Noble crumples to the canvas, and Kash falls on top with a tired pin!

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NOBLE’S SHOULDER POPS UP!! The crowd cheers wildly, as Kid Kash does not even react at first, so exhausted is he from the ordeal. The Champ remains lying on top of The Pitbull, but his hands slowly reach down and begins to fold up Noble’s legs around his own waist, gripping them in his arms. Kash rolls backwards and begins to stand up to his feet, bringing Noble’s legs up, arching the spine of The Pitbull with an Elevated Boston Crab … HE LOCKS IN THE KASH ON DELIVERY SUBMISSION!!

The smarks in the crowd pop at the sight of Kid Kash going old school, pulling out all the stops in an effort to put Jamie Noble away. The Pitbull’s back is skewed at a nasty angle and he is grimacing with agony, as Kash tells him to “TAP OUT!” The referee gets right down in Noble’s face, asking him if he wants to quit, but the tenacious Virginian shakes his head over and over, saying, “NO!” Kash applies as much pressure as he possibly can, but Noble fights it and actually BEGINS TO INCH TOWARDS THE ROPES!

But Kid Kash simply will not let that happen, as he holds on for dear life – both to the submission hold and his Cruiserweight Championship. Noble is almost unconscious with the agony, his eyes bulging from his head and his mouth wide open in a muffled scream. The fans of the increasingly popular Pitbull begin a small, “Please Don’t Tap” chant, but Kid Kash yells at them, “SHUT UP!” The Notorious K.I.D can smell the victory now, as he wrenches back even further, applying more pressure than ever before, and the usually so calm Jamie Noble screams in pain, and raises his hand up into the air …

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AND KEEPS ON FIGHTING!!! The crowd roars with approval, as Noble only grabs at his face with his hand, refusing to tap out, and instead begins to inch forwards once again - REACHES OUT … AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!! The crowd EXPLODES with cheers for Noble’s miraculous escape, whilst Kid Kash simply flops back to the mat, fatigued and devastated. The referee has to reach down to separate the two men, as Noble rolls slowly under the bottom rope and lies on the apron.

Kid Kash steadily finds his footing again and makes it to his feet, whilst Jamie Noble tries to do the same on the apron, though clearly limping. The Champ heads straight over to Noble, looking to drill him with a right hand, but Noble ducks and catches Kash with a big shoulder thrust right to the gut of the Champ, knocking him backwards. With Kash reeling, Noble gingerly nips up to the top turnbuckle … and Kash turns around … AND NOBLE FLIES OFF WITH A BIG FLYING CROSSBODY, NAILING THE CHAMP … BUT KASH ROLLS THROUGH … AND NOBLE ROLLS THROUGH AGAIN, PINNING K.I.D!!!

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KASH KICKS OUT! Both men roll onto their backs, chests heaving for air. The crowd is applauding the efforts of both men, as they try to make it back up to their feet. Noble is back up first - just - as Kash follows soon after. The Champ backs into the corner and Noble races in … BUT KASH CATCHES HIM WITH A DROP TOE HOLD, SLAMMING NOBLE FACE FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!!

Noble hits the metal and padding hard and falls backwards on his back, prone. Seeing his opportunity, Kash springs up to the top rope, as the crowd boos … BEFORE COMING OFF WITH THE DOUBLE JUMP MOONSAULT … AND HITS IT!!! It looks to be all over now, as Kid Kash wearily lies across Noble and grabs the far leg for extra leverage!

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NOBLE GETS A SHOULDER UP!! The crowd cheers the Challenger on, but Kash’s eyes bulge out of his head in shock, The Champion is close to tears, as he slowly rolls off Noble and looks at the referee with his hands together, begging for the three count. The official can only shake his head though, as Kash gets back up and pulls Noble with him.

Hooking the arm of The Pitbull, Kash looks around the arena … BEFORE LIFTING UP NOBLE FOR THE DEAD LEVEL FOR THE THIRD ATTEMPT IN THIS MATCH … but Noble kicks wildly and fights out of it again … NOBLE ACTUALLY LIFTS KASH UP FOR A BRAINBUSTER … but Kash fights out of it and drops back down … KASH LIFTS NOBLE UP FOR THE DEAD LEVEL AGAIN … Noble drops back down again … NOBLE LIFTS KASH UP … The Champ drops back down … KID KASH LIFTS NOBLE UP AND PLACES HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Noble finds himself sat on the turnbuckle, wincing, as Kid Kash backs away … BEFORE KASH LEAPS UP AND DELIVERS A SICKENING JUMPING/STANDING ENZIGUIRI RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF JAMIE NOBLE’S SKULL!! The crowd “OOOOOS” at the sound of the shot, as Noble’s eyes roll up into his head slightly, and he rolls from side to side on the top.

Kash quickly ascends to the second turnbuckle and grabs Noble’s arm, hooking it around his head. It looks as though Kash is attempting a SUPERPLEX … when Kash actually looks right into the crowd and runs his thumb across his throat in the cutthroat gesture! The fans actually go wild, as it seems that Kid Kash wants to hit the DEAD LEVEL from the top rope!

He hooks Noble’s arm again and tries to lift him up … but The Pitbull blocks it, drilling the Champ with right hands to the gut over and over again, before snatching Kash’s arm away from his head. Noble holds onto the arm though and rises to his feet, standing on the top turnbuckle. The crowd is buzzing right now, as Noble grabs hold of Kash’s other arm, so that he has the Champ in a Double Underhook position. Right now, Jamie is standing on the top turnbuckle holding both of Kid Kash’s arms, whilst the Champ’s feet are on the second rung … BUT NOBLE LIFTS KASH UP … AND JUMPS OFF … LOOKING FOR THE TIGER DRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE - AND HE HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE IS NOTHING LEFT IN EITHER MAN, AS ALL JAMIE NOBLE CAN DO IS DRAPE HIS SHOULDER OVER KID KASH’S FALLEN BODY FOR A PIN!!!!!!!

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!!!THREE!!!
Winner - AND NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION - JAMIE NOBLE @ 25:48.


NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! JAMIE NOBLE IS ONCE AGAIN ATOP THE CRUISERWEIGHT MOUNTAIN!!! The crowd is cheering loudly, as Jamie Noble sits up slowly, the magnitude of what he has just done finally sinking in, whilst Kid Kash lies on his back, blinking dazedly.

Michael Cole:
Can you believe that?!!! Jamie Noble is the Cruiserweight Champion once again! He has taken the belt away from one of the most disrespectful Champions of all time – Jamie Noble IS the Champ!!

Joey Styles:
I don’t think I can believe it. That match was worthy of a WrestleMania Main Event. Twenty-five minutes of pure, high-quality wrestling. It just doesn’t get any better than that, and what a way to end it too. Congratulations to Jamie Noble.

Tazz:
What a match, baby!!! I knew I loved the Cruiserweights for a reason and this is it. Both of these guys left it all in the ring, but in the end, Jamie Noble was the better man. I might sound biased, but I’m glad that asshole Kid Kash is no longer the Champion.


The referee is handed the Cruiserweight title belt through the ring and he dully presents it to Noble, who is still sat on his knees with exhaustion. Dean Malenko rushes down the ramp and steps through the ropes and enters the ring, smiling and applauding warmly. Noble takes the belt and gazes down at it with amazement, even kissing it and raising it above his head to a wonderful reception from Chicago.

Noble and Malenko share a long embrace, as Kid Kash rolls out of the ring and stands on the outside of the ring with his hands resting on his knees, trying to recover, but all the while his gaze is up at the ring and the New Champion. Behind Kash, Dean Malenko, Funaki, Scotty Too Hotty, Shannon Moore and Juventud Guerrera all come down the ramp and enter the ring to congratulate Noble.

Grudgingly, Kash walks back up the ramp, sneering at the fans – whilst down in the ring, Noble shakes hands with all of the loyal Cruiserweights, before climbing to the top rope and beating his chest proudly, the Cruiserweight Championship high in the air!!!




***

Chris Masters appears on screen backstage to boos from the crowd. The Masterpiece is dressed smartly in a “WrestleMania” worthy black suit, but he seems edgy, pacing up and down in wait.

The door opens and Carlito walks in carrying the Money in the Bank briefcase, grinning from ear-to-ear.


Carlito:
Carlito told ya’, Masterpiece, I told ya’ Carlito would do it!!

Masters grins and slaps hands with his friend.

Carlito:
Were watching?? Huh?? Carlito did what I said. Climbed ‘dat ladder, and now …
(Pats briefcase) Money in da’ Bank.

Chris Masters:
Good job, ‘Lito.

Carlito:
And you know what, this feels good not just ‘cause Carlito is gonna’ be a World Champion soon … but ‘cause I got to show those other five chumps ‘dat they’re not on Carlito’s level. Ha-ha, it’s party time, ‘Piece.

Carly takes a step towards the showers, but Masters, looking rather nervous, rubs his jaw and speaks up.

Chris Masters:
So, uh, when am I gonna’ get my shot at the briefcase??
(Carlito stops) Y’know, like you promised if I helped you get into the match??

Still smiling {though obviously now forced} Carlito puts his arm around Masters’ shoulder reassuringly.

Carlito:
Soon enough, Chris, soon enough. There’s no need to worry about ‘dat yet though. Tonight’s gonna’ be a celebration. Carlito’s just gonna’ take a shower, but then it’s time to play.

Masters nods dumbly and walks off, whilst Carlito struts into the bathroom of the locker room, huge smile on his face at how he just played his enforcer once again. Even without saying it clearly, the words coming out of ‘Lito’s mouth are perfectly clear: “Carlito, Money in da’ Bank … das’ cool”.

A Video Package play, recounting WrestleMania weekend, with clips from superstars visiting hospitals, touring the city, press conference, and other such events, as well as ending with their trip to the Chicago Cub’s stadium last night.

Cut elsewhere.

The bubbly Maria is standing by with a microphone in her hand smiling away.


Maria:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time … she is the Special Referee for the Women’s Championship match coming up next … Mickie James.

Mickie … leaps??? Yes, she’s that excited. Mickie leaps into the frame, already set to go for tonight, with her lovely, custom referee’s jersey on over her skirt. She grins wildly at Maria.

Maria:
So, Mickie, with all of the issues between you and Trish Stratus lately, how do you think you think you’ll be able to call this match??

Grinning, Mickie leans in close.

Mickie James:
How am I gonna’ call it??
(Smirks) Right …

She runs her hands all the way down her curves, getting a huge pop from the males in the background crowd.

Mickie James:
(Laughing) down the line.

Mickie gives both Maria and the camera a little wink, before running off excitedly.



***



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



***OBSESSION***

The Allstate Arena delivers a strong mixed reaction, a smattering of boos from the female side of the audience, but a great number of cheers from the males present, as Mickie James bounces out onto the stage. The young woman is clad saucily in her usual skirt, but sports a referee’s jersey that is cut off at the arms and stomach, with a plunging neckline. Mickie dances down the ramp, showing off he outfit with aplomb.


Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first … the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE … from Richmond, Virginia … MICKIE JAMES!!!

The beautiful youngster slides into the ring, a wild and sexy look in her eyes. As quick as a cat, Mickie springs up to her feet and throws both arm into the air to another strong male pop. She then proceeds to run he arms all the way along her referee’s outfit, showing of her curvaceous figure and driving the men wild.

Jonathan Coachman:
Oh – my – God!!!
(Eyes bulging out of his head) I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, J.R. This has to be the best looking referee in history!!

Jim Ross:
There’s no denying that. Mickie James is a beautiful young woman. She’s also an extremely unstable one. One moment she’s hugging Trish Stratus, the next she’s walking out on her during tag team matches. I hate to say it, but Eric Bischoff was actually right in making James the Special Referee. She wanted to be involved with the Women’s title at WrestleMania? Well here you go, missy.


***DON’T MESS WITH***

The crowd gives another fairly mixed reaction, though this time there is clearly more heat, as the powerful yet gorgeous Victoria struts down the ramp. Dressed in her all-black attire, she looks all business, marching straight towards the ring.


Lillian Garcia:
Introducing next … the challenger … from Los Angeles, California … VICTORIAAA!!!

Victoria slides into the ring and leaps up to her feet, pumping her fist into the air to another mixed reception. Across the ring, Mickie James leans against the ropes bantering flirtatiously with the crowd. Victoria storms up to the youngster and begins to yell at her, clearly trying to sway her. However, smiling innocently, James just caresses her referee’s badge and gives the challenger a little wink.

Jim Ross:
She is as deadly as she is beautiful. Victoria is one of the most impressive female wrestlers we have had on Monday Night Raw in a long, long time. Over the past few months we have seen her completely DOMINATE the Champion. But will that happen tonight?

Jonathan Coachman:
Scary but sexy, that’s my kind of woman.
(Nervously laughing) Anyway, there is nothing out there to make me think that we will be seeing anything other than a new Women’s Champion. Victoria is unstoppable. Trish isn’t. Case. Point.

*SEXY LAUGHTER*



***TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL***

Although the loudest pop of the match, it is once again mixed, as The Allstate Arena struggle to make their mind up, as the WWE Women’s Champion Trish Stratus marches out onto the stage looking all business. The Champ is dressed for the occasion as ever in a sumptuous all in one black leather ensemble (the one she wore in reality), driving the men in the audience wild. Holding her title belt in one hand, she hoists it up in a salute to the masses, before striding on down to the ring.


Lillian Garcia:
And her opponent … from Toronto, Ontario … THE WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPIOOONNN … TRISH STRATUSSSS!!!

The Canadian bombshell slides into the ring and gets to her feet immediately, looking to confront her opponent. Victoria takes a step forward also, and Mickie James leaps in between the two of them, making a very overt showing of her authority, yelling, “I’M THE LAW!!!” Both Trish and Victoria shake their heads, but reluctantly back away.

Jim Ross:
What can you say about Trish Stratus? She is the most successful woman in the history of the WWE. She has held the title for the better part of two years. But – but her problem with Mickie James have gotten the better of her lately, and she has been on somewhat of a losing streak. Can she put her differences with Mickie aside fo tonight and overcome Victoria?

Jonathan Coachman:
You want my opinion?
(Shaking his head) Probably not, no. Victoria is the future. Trish Stratus is nothing more than a VERY pretty face.

Mickie walks over to Victoria and runs her hands all over her body, checking for foreign objects, drawing HUGE whistles from the men in the crowd. After Victoria, Mickie saunters over to the Champ, which the crowd buzzes for.

Trish appears reluctant, but Mickie bats her eyelids innocently and Stratus finally yield, holding out her arms. Mickie spends a LONG time feeling Trish for weapons, drawing the kind of pop from the crowd that will be hard to match all night. Smiling at her former mentor, Mickie takes the Women’s title in her hands, gazes at it for a few moments, before holding it up high for all to see.



***Bell Rings***



Women’s Championship Match:
Trish Stratus © vs. Victoria

{w/Mickie James as Special Guest Referee}

After calling for the bell, a bubbly Mickie James hurries back to the centre of the ring, where Champion and Challenger are going nose-to-nose. Looking for the attention all the time, Mickie flaps her arms around wildly, drawing a smattering of chuckles from the crowd. However, neither Trish Stratus nor Victoria pay the youngster much attention, and instead continue with their own private stare down. Victoria is talking some trash under her breath, whilst Trish merely stares right back, completely focused. The confident challenger slowly raises her finger up … and prods Stratus hard and disrespectfully in the chest.

Trish takes a step back, looking hard at the spot where Victoria just shoved her, as the crowd boos the arrogance of the challenger. Victoria smiles wickedly around her … but Stratus comes back with a huge forearm of her own, catching Vickie right in the mouth!! Chicago cheers loudly, as Victoria staggers backwards, almost offended by the shot … and quickly whirls around to drill Trish with a right hand of her own!! Despite hitting with infinitely more power, Victoria’s blow does not intimidate Trish and the Canadian bombshell comes right back with another right hand.

The two women exchange blows right in the centre of the ring, until Stratus prevails, showing her grit and determination to retain her title, by laying into Victoria with a wild flurry of right hands. With Vickie reeling and clutching her mouth, Trish quickly grabs her arm and tries to Irish Whip her into the corner. Victoria easily overpowers her smaller opponent though and hurls her into the corner. Trish immediately leaps up, springing off the turnbuckle and wrapping her legs around the shoulders of her incoming challenger!! Victoria struggles to shake Stratus off, but the athletic Women’s Champions quickly flips her body around, TAKING VICTORIA HEAD OVER HEELS WITH A CORNER HEADSCISSORS!!

Chicago roars loudly, as Trish nips back up to her feet with a smile on her face, and Victoria, stumbling like a drunk, falls through the ropes to the floor outside. Not wanting to allow her opponent even one second to recuperate, Trish goes to follow … but Mickie James pulls her back. The two ‘friends’ share a quick look, before Mickie shows off her badge once again, warning the Champion that she will be counted out. Stratus merely nods and steps through the ropes down to the floor … WHERE VICTORIA SPEARS HER RIGHT BACK AGAINST THE APRON!!!

The crowd “OOOOOHHHS” along with Trish, as her backs slams against the surface hard, but Victoria, eyes blazing like an Amazonian does not relent. Taking Trish by the hair, Vicky races across the floor … HURLING TRISH OVER THE BARRICADE INTO THE FANS!!! Despite being the luckiest human beings on the planet, the fans in the first row scream and leap backwards as the Women’s Champion lands in their laps. Mickie James, still being very lenient as the official, looks on, as a smirking Victoria leans over the barrier and drags Trish back up to her feet.

Perhaps looking to suplex Trish over onto the floor, Victoria grabs her arm, but Stratus quickly responds with a right hand of her own, knocking Vickie staggering backwards across the floor. With her opponent flailing, Trish quickly clambers up onto the barricade … BEFORE LEAPING OFF WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE TO VICTORIA!!! Chicago cheers loudly for the high-flying Champion, as Trish gives them a little salute, before pulling Victoria back up and rolling her under the bottom rope. Trish immediately goes to follow … but gets stopped by Mickie James yet again. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I’M THE LAW!” James screams in Trish’s face, clearly quite enjoying her role as referee. Stratus on the other hand looks far from impressed.

Turning her back on Mickie, Trish clambers back up onto the apron … BUT VICTORIA DROPKICKS HER OFF BACK DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!! More “OOOOHHHS” and boos ring around the arena, as Trish hits the ground hard, and Victoria immediately clambers through the ropes after her. Vicky gives Mickie and quick, expressionless look, before lifting the Women’s Champion up and rolling her under the bottom rope. Vickie then climbs up onto the ring apron as well, before flipping over the top rope and crashing on Trish with a wicked SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT LEG DROP ACROSS HER THROAT!!! Victoria immediately grabs hold of Trish’s legs as they pop up on impact for the first cover of the match, which Mickie slides back into the ring to count.

…1…
……………………………….........

…2…
……………………….
… NO!
Trish manages to kick out, managing to hold onto the Women’s Championship for at least a little longer. Vickie looks at Mickie with complete disdain, but stays on the attack. Lifting the young Canadian’s head back, Victoria drives it back down into the canvas angrily, before wrapping her hands around the beautiful little chin of Trish and bridging her body over to APPLY A BRIDGING REVERSE CHINLOCK!! Trish’s body is wrenched upwards at a terrible angle, as Victoria’s body arches over, pulling hard on the Canadian’s chin. There is a smattering of smark applause at the agility of Vickie, but mostly boos at seeing the Champion in such peril.

Mickie James drops down onto her stomach and gets right into Trish’s face, asking her if she wants to give it up. With her head bent backwards, all Trish can do is mouth “No” over and over again, despite her hands flailing around wildly as though they might tap out at any time. Growing tired, Victoria swings her body back over, still holding Trish in the front facelock chancery, BEFORE DELIVERING KNEE STRIKES, OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO THE PRETTY LITTLE FACE!!!!

Each blow is stiff and each blow draws groans from the fans, as Vickie shows off her independent background, before bringing a VERY dazed Trish back up to her feet. Still holding the Canadian up, Vickie scoops her up onto her shoulders with complete ease, getting her in the fireman’s carry position, a wicked smile on her face … BEFORE SWINGING TRISH AROUND … DRILLING HER WITH THE TILT-A-WHIRL SIDEWALK SLAM THAT SHE CALLS THE SPIDER’S WEB!!!!! Victoria makes a quick cover, AND MICKIE JAMES IMMEDIATELY COUNTS!!

…1…
……………………………….........

…2…
……………………….

… NO!
TRISH KICKS OUT!! The crowd cheers loudly, but Victoria is on her knees immediately, screaming at Mickie to count faster. James’ reply is, as always, “I’M THE LAW!” Almost tearing her hair out, Vickie drags Trish back up to her feet and goes for the Irish Whip. Stratus summons some strength from somewhere though, reversing and sending Vickie into the corner. The Women’s Champion races in straight away, and the wily challenger manages to catch her coming with a stiff elbow right to the face.

Trish staggers backwards clutching her mouth, and Victoria quickly ascends up to the top turnbuckle, perhaps looking for some kind of high-risk manoeuvre … BUT TRISH SPRINGS OVER WITH A HANDSTAND, CATCHING VICKIE IN A HEADSCISSORS … GOING FOR THE FRANKENSTEINER THAT SHE CALLS THE STRATUSFEAR … but Victoria blocks it!! The Challenger shows off her incredible strength by grabbing hold of the top rope to stop the Frankensteiner, reaching down and grabbing the hips of Stratus, raising her body up … BEFORE LEAPING OFF THE TOP ROPE … DRILLING TRISH WITH A SUPER SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!!!

The crowd groans at the devastating impact of the move, as Trish lies in a broken heap on her back, and even the referee Mickie James seems slightly surprised. Victoria took some damage from the manoeuvre too it seems, as she lies on her back too, before slowly crawling over and making a weary cover on the Champion.

…1…
…………………….........

…2…
………………

TH … NO!
TRISH GETS A SHOULDER UP!! Chicago is delighted, but Victoria most certainly is not, as she closes her eyes and tries to struggle back up to her feet. Holding onto the ropes, the former two-time Women’s Champion tries to regain her breath, before dragging a damaged Trish back up to her feet. Stratus can barely stand, as Vickie slugs her in the mouth with right hands, backing her all the way across the ring against the ropes.

Taking Trish’s arm, Victoria goes for the Irish Whip, but the Champion actually manages to reverse it, sending Vickie off the ropes. The Challenger rebounds back and Trish throws a tired clothesline, which Vickie ducks with ease and charges back off the opposite ropes this time … BUT TRISH DRILLS HER WITH A SPINEBUSTER OUT OF NOWHERE!!! With a rush of adrenaline, Trish hooks the far leg, and a stunned Mickie James makes a count.

…1…
……………………………….........

…2…
……………………….

… NO!
This time it is Victoria’s turn to kick out desperately, as Mickie James holds up two fingers, basically sticking them right in Trish’s face to emphasise her point. The Women’s Champion simply shakes her head, clearly confused by the eccentric behaviour of her former protégé. She pulls Vickie back up to her feet - but Victoria rakes the eyes!! The Champion staggers backwards and the wild Challenger quickly sees her opening, coming off the ropes … THROWING A HUGE LARIAT … BUT STRATUS EVADES IT WITH THE MATRISH!!!

The crowd gives its usual “OOOS” and “AHS” at the flexible athleticism of Trish, as Victoria spins back around in disarray, only to be snatched in a quick headlock. Throwing her arm in the air, Stratus lets out a yell, before racing towards the ropes … SHE SPRINGBOARDS OFF THEM, GOING FOR STRATUSFACTION … BUT VICTORIA COUNTERS, SLAMMING TRISH OVER WITH THE BLACK WIDOW POWERSLAM!!!! The fans groan at the counter, but Vickie makes a hurried cover and Mickie James is there in a second.

…1…

………………………..…….
…2…

……………………..
… THREE - NO!!!
TRISH KICKS OUT YET AGAIN!!! The cheers of the fans engulf the Allstate Arena, as Victoria rolls backwards, holding her head in hands, unable to believe that she did not get the three count there. Mickie James just backs off with a shrug, holding up two fingers once again. Shaking her head with rage, Vickie drags Trish back up to her feet and sticks her head between her legs.

A rumbling off boos can be heard, as many in the arena know what is coming next, and Victoria lifts Trish up onto her shoulder … GOING FOR THE WIDOW’S PEAK … but the Champion manages to slide off the shoulders behind the Challenger. Vickie whirls around … TRISH GOES FOR THE CHICK KICK … BUT VICTORIA DUCKS IT, CAUSING TRISH TO SPIN BACK AROUND … VICKIE LUNGES WITH THE SUPERKICK … BUT TRISH CATCHES HER FOOT, SPINNING HER RIGHT BACK AROUND … VICTORIA SPINS BACK INTO THE CHICK KICK THIS TIME!!!!!!!!!

A roar from the crowd greets the contact of the kick, and Victoria, her lights turned well and truly out, hits the deck instantly. Trish, a weary and satisfied expression on her face, can do nothing but collapse backwards, her body landing on top of Vickie, pinning her down. Mickie James takes a moment to ‘assess’ the situation, before dropping to her knees and making the count!!

…1…

……………….
…2…

……………………..

!!!!!THREE!!!!!
Winner - AND STILL WOMEN’S CHAMPION - TRISH STRATUS @ 08:58.


Jim Ross:
Trish did it!! What an amazing victory from the young Canadian, that keeps her title reign at the top of the Women’s division on going from strength to strength. Victoria came out to fight – and, boy, did she fight, but in the end it was Trish Stratus who prevailed. Credit to Mickie James too – she did her job.

Jonathan Coachman:
She did her job?? Did you not just see the fast count there at the end, J.R?? As far as I’m concerned, Victoria had this match well and truly won until little miss indecision decided to screw her at the end there.


The timekeeper hands the Women’s Championship belt through the ropes to Mickie James, who stares down at it with a strangely transfixed expression on her face. Behind her, Trish Stratus waits, holding her ribs in pain, as Mickie finally turns around. Though sceptical at first, James finally smiles, before handing the title over to Trish. Stratus grins back and holds her title up high for all to see, pumping her fist, before turning around once again - MICKIE JAMES TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH THE MICK KICK!!!!!!!!

Jim Ross:
WHAT – NO – WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??!!

Jonathan Coachman:
About damn time if you ask me, J.R!!
!

Despite Trish being completely laid out in the middle of the ring, the smarkish Chicago crowd actually gives Mickie James a very strong reaction, as she picks the Women’s Championship back up and throws her hands into the air exuberantly. Smiling from ear-to-ear, Mickie stares at the belt - BEFORE WHIRLING AROUND, CLOCKING VICTORIA RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH IT!!!!!!

More cheers fill the arena, as the already beaten Challenger takes some more punishment, and Mickie James looks innocently into the crowd, as if to say, “Ooops”. Still carrying the title belt over her shoulder as though she earned it, Mickie steps through the ropes and approaches the timekeeper’s area. Lillian Garcia looks especially nervous, as a sultry James bends down close and whispers something in her ear. Lillian appears reluctant at first to whatever Mickie said, but the angry urges of James finally bring Lillian up to her feet.


Lillian Garcia:
Ladies and gentlemen … the NEW WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPIOOOONNN … MICKIE JAAAAAAAMMMMMEEESSSS!!!!!!!


Another very positive reaction for the announcement, as Mickie James smiles faultlessly at Lillian, before beginning the long walk back around the ring and up the ramp. Inside the ring, both Trish and Victoria are still completely out of it, as Mickie flirts with those lucky enough to be in the front row, and makes her way back. She stops momentarily on the stage before the curtain and holds the Women’s Championship up high once again, smiling manically - the title now in her possession at last, one way or another.


***


We cut elsewhere.


In another backstage area, Josh Matthews is walking along the hallway with a camera crew following him. Josh beckons them on, and then stops outside a locker room door. The camera focuses in on the name on the door, and it reads … ‘Bobby Lashley’. The crowd gasps and boos.


Josh Matthews:
Now, ladies and gentlemen, as you know coming up later tonight, this man
(Points to Lashley’s name) will be attempting to end the streak of the legendary Undertaker, and I’m just going to try and get a few words wi-

No sooner does Josh speak then the locker room door opens and Paul Heyman quickly nips out, smoothing down his suit and pulling on his baseball cap. He eyes Matthews rather suspiciously.

Paul Heyman:
Can I help you?

Josh Matthews:
I was, uh, just wondering if I could get Mr. Lashley’s thoughts after what went down Friday night on SmackDown and ahead of his match with Th-

Heyman quickly puts his hand over the mic, silencing Josh.

Paul Heyman:
Ah ah, I wouldn’t say that name around here if I were you, Josh. You see, my client, Bobby Lashley is wound a little … tight at this very moment, and that is the very thing that might make him snap. I can’t stress that enough. Understood?

Matthews nods and Paul E. slowly takes his hand of the mic.

Paul Heyman:
But as Bobby Lashley’s … representative, I know EVERYTHING that goes through his mind, so I’ll answer your questions for you, Josh.
(Smiles) Friday night? Friday night? Now, what were we doing on Friday night? (Clicks his fingers) Ah, yes, THAT’S right … I was presenting a tribute to The- (Winks at Josh) OFFERING ‘our friend a way to escape while he still had his streak intact.

The crowd boos, as Heyman smugly smoothes out his tie.

Paul Heyman:
The list of men who have defeated ‘our friend’ is a very short one. But the list of men who have defeated ‘our friend’ at WrestleMania?
(Shakes his head) There isn’t even a list, Josh, because NO ONE has ever defeated him at WrestleMania.

A pop in the background, as Paul E. nods, impressed.

Paul Heyman:
But mark my words, Josh and every man, woman and child watching, the past months have not been a fluke. You truly have witnessed the total domination of a legend by the WWE’s “Real Deal”, and tonight, regardless of me being absent from ringside, that domination WILL continue, but it will neither be my, nor my client’s distinct pleasure to write the first name on that list
(Shakes his head) … “Bobby … Lashley”. You brought this on yourself, Deadman…

Smiling again, Heyman motions for Matthews to leave the area, which the commentator does, allowing a smug and confident Paul E. to return to the locker room of his client.


***

***LONDON CALLING***

The crowd pops, amplified ten-fold for the first face superstars of the night, as the young duo of Paul London and Brian Kendrick emerge onto the stage clad in their elaborate black tights, black waist coats and masks. The high-fliers soak up the atmosphere before sprinting down to the ring.



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is a three-team elimination match … for the WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(Crowd cheers) Introducing the challengers … first, at a combined weight of 385 pounds … BRIAN KENDRICK – PAUL LONDON … THE HOOLIGANS!!!


London and Kendrick both slide into the ring and leap up to the turnbuckles, where they play to the crowd, before back flipping off athletically and removing their masks to a nice pop.


Michael Cole:
We are continuing the SmackDown side of WrestleMania in style with the first ever Tag Team Triple Threat Elimination Match in the event’s history. This young team have been knocking on the door of the tag team titles for a long time now. Just last month at No Way Out, London and Kendrick faced the Champions MNM it what many considered to be one of the best tag team contests in recent memory. MNM won that night – but things could be different tonight.

Tazz:
No doubt, Cole. You’ve got two hungry, young challengers in Kendrick and London competing at their first Wrestlemania – but they’ve got two impressive teams and two falls to get through if they want to be the Champs.


***MOTHERLAND***

Boos ring in from the crowd, as the rough and tough duo of William Regal and Paul Burchill march down the ramp dressed in their long robes, and rubbing their knuckles in anticipation, the veteran Regal looking perfectly at home at his fifth WrestleMania, whilst the young Ripper barely blinks at the occasion.



Tony Chimel:
Next … from England … at a combined weight of 464 pounds … WILLIAM REGAL … AND THE RIPPER PAUL BURCHILL … THE BLUEBLOODS!!!


Regal and Burchill step up onto the ring apron and wipe their boots confidently, before stepping inside and eyeing up their young opponents rather sceptically.


Joey Styles:
Could this team right here be the dark horses of the match? William Regal and Paul Burchill are quite possibly the toughest and most physical duo in the WWE today. They have been impressing for a long time now.

Tazz:
Ha-ha, I love these guys, Cole. You wanna’ talk about smashmouth wrestling? Don’t look no further than these two guys from England, They just wanna beat people up, and if they happen to win the tag team title in the process…


***PAPARAZZI***

The workers scurry down the ramp, unfurling the red carpet, as the crowd begins to boo and the infamous trio of Joey Mercury, Johnny Nitro and the sumptuous Melina appear at the top of the ramp, fur coats and all. They pose for the photographs, before waltzing down to the ring, their title belts dangling from their waistbands.



Tony Chimel:
And their opponents … from Hollywood, California … accompanied to the ring by MELINA … at a combined weight of 440 pounds … they are THE WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS … JOEY MERCURY – JOHNNY NITRO … M - N - M!!!


Melina performs her trademark splits underneath the bottom rope to cheers from the males in the audience, whilst Nitro and Mercury quickly climb in after her. The Champs glance at The Hooligans and The Bluebloods, before climbing to the top turnbuckle and showing off their belts {and abs}.


Michael Cole:
Earlier tonight we heard J.R and Coach comment that the Spirit Squad won the tag team titles in their first match, and not many teams can say that – here’s one that can. MNM defeated Rey Mysterio and the late, great Eddie Guerrero on their FIRST NIGHT in this company, and have pretty much dominated the tag team division on SmackDown ever since. They may be pompous and arrogant, but they certainly seem to be what they claim – the BEST in the business.

Joey Styles:
Absolutely. One of the most credible teams the WWE has produced in the last decade. Not only defeating London and Kendrick soundly at No Way Out, but also defeating them at Saturday Night’s Main Event, and then besting The Bluebloods six days later on SmackDown. These guys have BEATEN both of their challengers … and that helps a lot.

Mercury and Nitro drop down from the turnbuckles and whip off their shades, eyeing their challengers warily. London and Kendrick bounce up and down, whilst Regal and Burchill look on silently, and MNM hand their coats to Melina. The Champs give their belts a little kiss before handing them over to the referee, who holds them up high to cheers from Chicago.



***Bell Rings***



WWE Tag Team Championship; Triple Threat Elimination Match:
MNM ©
w/Melina vs. The Hooligans vs. The Bluebloods

The six men eye one another up cautiously, as words are exchanged between the three teams. William Regal appears to be the most vocal of the group, even patting Johnny Nitro on the arm gesturing at The Hooligans. MNM seem perhaps the most fired up on this night, as the referee tries to get four of the men out of the ring. Regal and Burchill back off immediately, holding up their hands in a show of innocence, whilst the old rivals from No Way Out, MNM and The Hooligans, talk some trash. Eventually, Joey Mercury and Paul London step backwards and exit the ring, leaving Johnny Nitro and Brian Kendrick to get it on!

The two youngsters begin to circle one another, as Mercury, London, Regal and Burchill all look on from their respective corners. Nitro holds up his hand, asking for a test of strength, and Kendrick steps forwards slowly, looking to tie it up – but Nitro drills him with a boot to the gut! Spanky staggers slightly, and Nitro lays into him with right hands and brutal European Uppercut, driving the Cruiserweight back against the ropes. Grabbing the arm, Nitro hurls Kendrick across the ring with an Irish Whip into the ropes. Nitro lowers his head in search of a Back Body Drop … BUT SPANKY BACKWARD FLIPS OVER THE TOP!!

Kendrick lands behind Nitro athletically, but the former gymnast whips around immediately and nails Spanky with a hard shot to the jaw! The Cruiserweight staggers backwards, as Nitro sneers down at his smaller opponent … but Kendrick comes right back with a right hand of his own, not intimidated! Nitro nails another shot … but so does Spanky!

Nitro drives his knee right into the gut of Kendrick, breaking off the offence, before backing Spanky against the ropes and shooting him across the ring once again. Kendrick shoots back and Nitro sends him UP INTO THE LIGHTS WITH A BACK BODY DROP … BUT KENDRICK LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND NITRO! The Champ spins around AND SPANKY LEVELS HIM WITH A STANDING DROPKICK!!

Nitro staggers backwards into the ropes in a daze and Kendrick grabs him by the arm, shooting him into the ropes with an Irish Whip … AND SPANKY BRINGS HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A BACK BODY DROP!! Nitro lands on his back hard and sits up on impact, as Kendrick shoots off the ropes, CRACKING HIM IN THE FACE WITH A RUNNING DROPKICK!! Nitro rolls over backwards, back up to his feet drunkenly, clutching at his jaw. Spanky goes for another Irish Whip, but Nitro quickly reverses it, sending Kendrick into The Hooligans’ corner. Nitro races in … but Spanky nips up … AND NITRO SMASHES INTO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!

Kendrick quickly pulls Nitro up and tags in Paul London, who springs up to the top turnbuckle, before dropping the axe handle smash across the shoulder of the Champion! The referee forces Kendrick back out onto the apron, as Nitro crumples to all fours, and London shoots off the ropes, HITTING ANOTHER DROPKICK, THIS TIME TO THE SIDE OF NITRO’S HEAD!!

Nitro rolls over in a heap, but a determined London quickly grabs him and drags him up to his feet, but Nitro drills him with a knee to the abdomen! London reels and Nitro hurriedly connects with a European Uppercut, snapping the Cruiserweight’s head right back! London, stunned, drops down to one knee, and Nitro scurries across the ring, tagging in his partner Joey Mercury!

Mercury races into the ring excitedly, but runs straight into a right hand from Paul London! The plucky Cruiserweight drills the A-Lister with a several more shots, backing him against ropes, before shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip off the ropes. Mercury flies back and LONDON NAILS HIM WITH A BIG BACK BODY DROP!! Mercury clutches his back in agony, as he staggers back up to his feet, AND LONDON TAKES HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A FLYING FOREARM!!

The crowd is getting really behind the onslaught of The Hooligans right now, as they are taking it to the WWE Tag Team Champions from the outset. Mercury dazedly makes it back up to his feet once again, before London presses him into the ropes and shoots him across the ring with another Irish Whip. Desperately, Mercury grabs hold of the top rope as he hits them; preventing himself from bouncing back – and tags in the nearest person to him – it’s William Regal!

Regal looks on with surprise and disgust, as Mercury quickly drops down and slides to the outside of the ring to recover. The Englishmen looks around the arena in confusion at what just happened, but the referee quickly instructs him to get in the ring. Burchill lets his feelings known as well, as Regal tentatively steps through the ropes, before racing towards London - who catches him with a Drop Toe Hold!

London snatches the Englishmen off the canvas in a Side Headlock, bringing him back up to his feet, before backing into the ropes. Regal shoves London away into the opposite ropes, before dropping the Cruiserweight down with a stiff Shoulder Block. Smirking, Regal backs up and comes off the ropes again, as London floats over onto his front. Regal skips over the top of the Hooligan and comes off the ropes yet again … RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK TO THE FACE!!

Regal bounces back up to his feet again, walking around blindly, as London grabs him by the arm and wrenches it around, before backing towards the corner of The Hooligans and tagging in Brian Kendrick. London holds Regal in place by the arm, as Spanky leaps up to the top rope and jumps off, NAILING THE AXE HANDLE SMASH to the Englishman’s face!! London exits the ring quickly, as Kendrick hooks the leg for the first cover of the match!

…1…

…………………
… NO!
Regal kicks out quick as a flash, but Kendrick does not waste any time, as he pulls the Englishman back up to his feet and drills him with a right hand. Dazed, Regal staggers back into the ropes and Spanky grabs him by the arm, looking to shoot him across the ring with Irish Whip … but Regal ducks underneath the arm … HE WRAPS IT AROUND KENDRICK … THROWS HIM UP, LOOKING FOR THE EXPLODER SUPLEX … BUT KENDRICK FLIPS OVER, COUNTERING INTO AN ARM DRAG!!

The crowd pops at the move from Spanky, as Regal struggles back up to his feet with a rather shocked expression on his face. Kendrick is on him quickly though, taking his arm and going for the Irish Whip. Regal over powers the Cruiserweight though, and sends him off the ropes … BEFORE HURLING HIM UP WITH A ROAR FOR A HUGE BACK BODY DROP!! Kendrick hits the canvas hard, clutching his spine and groaning, as Regal shakes the cobwebs away and heads over to his corner, tagging in Paul Burchill.

The young Englishmen steps into the ring with a look of eagerness on his face, keen to impress the wrestling world at his first ever Wrestlemania. He quickly heads over to Kendrick and pulls him up, laying into him with some stiff right hands, before pulling back and smacking the Cruiserweight in the jaw with a European Uppercut! Spanky reels, crumpling down to the mat, as Burchill menacingly pursues him, yelling at Kendrick to get up.

Burchill puts the boot to Spanky a few times, before yanking him up to his feet and shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip. The Blueblood throws a Clothesline, but Kendrick manages to duck underneath it again and comes off the ropes, CATCHING BURCHILL WITH A HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN ON THE WAY BACK!! Burchill does a flip in the air, as Spanky takes him down, and the young Englishman crawls on his hands and knees to the nearest person he can find – tagging in Joey Mercury.

Mercury looks at Burchill, slightly disgusted by the young Englishman, but slowly steps into the ring nonetheless. Keeping his eyes on Burchill, Mercury causes Kendrick to glance in that direction also, and Mercury quickly races forwards, clobbering the Cruiserweight with a stiff right hand! Spanky staggers backwards into the ropes and Mercury takes him by the arm, shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Kendrick races back, ducking the Clothesline of Mercury, coming off the opposite ropes, AND NAILING ANOTHER HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN TO THE A-LISTER!!

Much like Burchill, Mercury somersaults over in the air and staggers over groggily into the nearby corner. Kendrick pounces on him straight away, hammering away with right hands to the Champ. Grabbing Mercury’s arm, Spanky tries to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Mercury overpowers the smaller man and hurls him the far corner. Mercury races in immediately, but Kendrick rolls his feet up into the air … AND MERCURY SMACKS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! Spanky drops out onto the apron, waiting for Mercury to get back up. The A-Lister staggers backwards, clutching his shoulder, and turns around … KENDRICK LEAPS UP – LOOKING TO SPRINGBOARD OFF THE TOP ROPE … BUT MERCURY NAILS THE ROPES, AND SPANKY CRASHES DOWN TO THE CANVAS AWKWARDLY!!

Some “OOOOOS” go up around the Allstate Arena, as the impact and awkwardness of Kendrick’s fall echoes throughout. It seems as though Spanky landed rather painfully on his neck, and Mercury zones in on this, putting the boot to the body part without hesitation. Using the ropes for leverage, Mercury leaps up into the air and drops his fully body weight across the throat, prompting groans of agony from Kendrick. Raking his fingers through his hair, Mercury drags his damaged opponent to the centre of the ring and up to his feet. He hooks Kendrick’s arm, AND SNAPS HIM OVER WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX!! Mercury floats over for only the second cover of the match, forearm in the face!

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Spanky kicks out desperately and Mercury steps back up quickly. Kendrick looks towards Paul London, who is frantically leaning over the ropes with his hand outstretched, begging for the tag. Mercury smirks and pulls Kendrick quickly over to MNM’s corner. Holding Spanky’s arms behind his back, Mercury reaches out and tags in Johnny Nitro, who comes quickly into the ring accompanied by the hideous screaming of Melina at ringside. With Kendrick held firm, Nitro races forwards, LEAPING UP AND NAILING A STEP UP ENZIGUIRI RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF SPANKY’S SKULL!! More “OOOOOS” go up from the crowd, as Kendrick flops down to the canvas, and Mercury leaves the ring. Nitro quickly hooks the far leg!

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The plucky Brian Kendrick kicks out again, showing his determination to become WWE Tag Team Champion. Similarly to Mercury, Nitro rakes through his long hair with frustration, before yanking Spanky back up to his feet, wrapping his arm around his neck, turning him over, AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A NECKBREAKER!! Kendrick lolls forwards, clutching at his neck, but Nitro does not even cover the man, instead scooping him right back up, lifting him high, AND DROPPING HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A BACK SUPLEX!! Now Nitro makes the cover!

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Once again, Spanky shows his resilience and kicks out. After a quick look at the referee, Nitro pulls the Cruiserweight back up to his feet, grabs his arm and hurls him into the corner as hard as he possibly can with an Irish Whip, causing Kendrick’s spine, neck and head to slam into it with tremendous force! Spanky falls to the mat immediately, and a sneering Nitro tags in his partner, Joey Mercury.

Mercury comes into the ring quickly, a similar smile to his partner’s on his face. He pulls Kendrick back up to his feet and lifts him up high, SLAMMING HIM BACK DOWN WITH ANOTHER HARSH BACK SUPLEX!! Spanky tries to grab his neck immediately, but Mercury quickly hooks his legs!

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Spanky kicks out quickly, causing Melina on the outside of the ring to scream at the official to count faster. Mercury steps back up to feet, pushing the back of Kendrick’s head with his boot, almost toying with the smaller man, as the crowd boos. The A-Lister points threateningly at Paul London across the ring, before dragging Kendrick back up to his feet helplessly and tucking his head under his arm. Mercury snatches Spanky in a double underhook, motioning for the DOUBLE ARM DDT … but Kendrick spins round behind Mercury and shoves the Champ into the ropes … BUT MERCURY COMES RIGHT BACK AND DECAPITATES SPANKY WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!! The crowd “OOOOOS”, whilst Mercury smiles and drops down for another cover!

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Kendrick fights the pin fall off again, and Mercury glowers at the referee. He quickly yanks Spanky to his feet and drags him over to MNM’s corner, where he tags in Johnny Nitro once more. Mercury holds Kendrick in place, as Nitro rears back and delivers a brutal European Uppercut to the jaw of the Cruiserweight, snapping his head right back! A laughing Joey Mercury heads back onto the apron, whilst Nitro picks Kendrick up and shoots him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, before flattening him with a ferocious forearm smash to the face!

There is a definite dazed look about Spanky right now, as Nitro leers down at the Challenger, before pulling him back up to his feet. Nitro hooks the arm and brings Kendrick crashing over once again with another VERTICAL SUPLEX! He floats over and hooks the leg!

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“DAMMIT!” Nitro can be heard yelling, caught by the microphones at ringside, as he scowls at the referee, smacking his hands together. Disgruntled, Nitro storms over to his corner again and tags in Joey Mercury, who wastes no time in entering the ring. Mercury pulls Kendrick up into a seated position and wraps his hands and arms around his neck, applying the REAR CHINLOCK!

With his knee in the base of Spanky’s spine, Mercury really cinches in the hold. He wrings the neck of the Cruiserweight from side to side, desperate to get rid of at least one team from the equation. On the apron, Paul London hammers away at the top turnbuckle, trying desperately to get the crowd behind his partner. Chicago responds and cheers on Brian Kendrick, who flails his arms around wildly, looking for an escape. From the opposite apron, William Regal and Paul Burchill look on, leaning against the ropes casually, not even fatigued, having barely entered the ring.

Kendrick begins to struggle back up to a vertical base, spurred on by the fans and his partner. Mercury maintains the Chinlock with all his might, but Spanky tries to run away, prompting the A-Lister to drag him back by the neck … WHICH CAUSES KENDRICK TO GO UP INTO THE AIR BACKWARDS … HE ROLLS OVER MERCURY, LANDING BEHIND HIM!!

The crowd pops at the athleticism of Brian Kendrick, as Mercury spins around and gets drilled with a right hand from the Cruiserweight, followed by several more. Spanky quickly shoots backwards off the ropes, and Mercury throws a Clothesline, which Kendrick ducks and comes off the ropes again, TAKING MERCURY DOWN WITH A FLYING FOREARM!! Mercury staggers back up to his feet and Spanky goes for a boot to the gut, but the A-Lister catches his foot and spins Kendrick around, hurling a Clothesline … BUT SPANKY DUCKS … MERCURY TURNS … RIGHT INTO A SMACKING SUPERKICK TO THE SKULL!!

Cheers go up from the crowd as Kendrick finally finds an opening. Mercury’s eyes roll up into his head and he crumples down to the mat, whilst Spanky lies on his back breathing heavily. London reaches out his hand desperately, screaming for the tag, whilst Johnny Nitro waits patiently. Both Kendrick and Mercury roll onto their fronts slowly and begin to crawl towards their respective corner, Regal and Burchill watch without a care in the world.

Mercury reaches up … AND TAGS IN JOHNNY NITRO! The athletic former gymnast leaps into the ring and races towards Brian Kendrick … BUT HE TAGS IN PAUL LONDON! The crowd roars with approval, but Nitro falters slightly, allowing London to charge at him with a full head of steam, nailing a FLYING FOREARM! Nitro is back up quickly in a daze, but London takes him right back down with another Flying Forearm! London, on fire, spins around, as Mercury blindly charges into the ring, and leaps up into the air, nearly taking the A-Lister’s head off with a SINGLE LEG LARIAT!!

London kips right back up to his feet, running on all cylinders, the crowd behind him. He rushes over to the far corner and drills both William Regal and Paul Burchill with right hands out of nowhere, knocking the Englishmen down off the apron to a huge pop from the crowd! London turns around again and Johnny Nitro races towards him, BUT LONDON COUNTERS WITH AN INVERTED ATOMIC DROP … BEFORE LEAPING UP AND NAILING A STANDING HURRICANRANA!!

Nitro is sent down and rolls out of the way, as London is back on his feet like a cat once again. This time it is Joey Mercury who rushes in towards him, attempting to blindside the Cruiserweight. Mercury shoves London backwards into the ropes and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip. London flies back off the ropes and Mercury flings a Clothesline in his direction … BUT LONDON DUCKS … MERCURY SPINS AROUND … LONDON DRILLS HIM ANOTHER INVERTED ATOMIC DROP … AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A STANDING HURRICANRANA!! Mercury gets the same treatment as his partner, as rolls away!

William Regal is the next individual to slide into the ring, an angry expression on his face, looking for a piece of Paul London after that cheap shot. He races towards the Cruiserweight … but London backs off … and backs off … and backs off - HE LOW BRIDGES THE TOP ROPE AND SENDS REGAL TUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE!! More cheers from the crowd, as London smirks over the ropes at the fallen Englishman. However, behind London’s back, Paul Burchill re-enters the ring and gets set to charge … BUT BRIAN KENDRICK COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND CLOTHESLINE BOTH BURCHILL AND HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

MNM are scrambling around on the canvas, as London steps out onto the apron, waiting for one of them to get to their feet. Mercury is up first, and London leaps up, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE TOWARDS HIM … BUT MERCURY CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDER!! Mercury grins, throwing London up in the correct position, as Nitro stands up, grabbing London’s head, SETTING HIM UP FOR THE SNAPSHOT! Nitro throws his arm in the air … BRIAN KENDRICK SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE ROPES AND DRILLS NITRO WITH A FRONT DROPKICK!!

The crowd cheers, as Nitro rolls away, and Kendrick quickly comes off the ropes again, smacking into Mercury with another Flying Forearm, causing him to drop down and drop Paul London. Spanky quickly heaves Mercury back up and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip … Mercury hits the ropes – but Paul Burchill grabs his feet and drags him under the bottom rope to the outside! Burchill drills Mercury with a right hand, and the A-Lister and the Englishman exchange right hands … as Brian Kendrick grabs hold of the top rope … HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER AND INTO BOTH MEN WITH A PLANCHA!!

The crowd explodes at the high-risk manoeuvre from Brian Kendrick, really getting behind The Hooligans. Back in the ring, Paul London and Johnny Nitro stagger back up to their feet, and London hits Nitro with a right hand, going for the Irish Whip into the corner. Nitro quickly reverses though, causing London to slam into the turnbuckle sternum first and stagger out backwards. Nitro rushes up behind the Cruiserweight, applying the Rear Waistlock, going for a GERMAN SUPLEX … London blocks it though, wrapping his leg around Nitro’s … PAUL BURCHILL FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE NAILING LONDON WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK … AND NITRO BRINGS HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX … INTO A BRIDGE!!!!!

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BURCHILL LEAPS FORWARDS AND BREAKS IT UP! The Englishman saves the day for Paul London for some reason, breaking up the cover on instinct almost. He pulls Johnny Nitro up and drills him with right hands, before setting him up, arm across the shoulder - FOR THE C-4 … but Nitro battles out of it, hitting the Briton over and over again in the back of the head with elbow shots. Nitro spins around and shoves Burchill away … but the Englishman stops himself and comes sprinting right back … AND NITRO BACK DROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

Nitro tiredly spins down again, and Paul London rushes at him out of nowhere – Nitro ducks and boots London in the gut, grabbing him by the head - SIGNALLING FOR THE CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER … but London spins out of it, grabbing Nitro by the arm and pulling him in - Nitro ducks under it … HE LEAPS UP TO THE ROPES … COMING OFF WITH A SPRINGBOARD ENZIGUIRI RIGHT TO LONDON’S SKULL!! The crowd applauds wildly, as Nitro hooks the leg!

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LONDON BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! Nitro tears at his hair with frustration, as Melina screams with dismay on the outside. Nitro gets back up and yells “THAT’S IT” before positioning London towards the centre of the ring and climbing up the turnbuckle - he does not notice that across the ring, Paul Burchill is doing the exact same thing. Nitro sets up … AND LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH A CORKSCREW MOONSAULT ON LONDON … HITTING IT!!! He hooks the leg!!

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BURCHILL CRASHES DOWN ON BOTH MEN WITH A SWAN DIVE HEADBUTT, BREAKING THE COUNT!! A small “Holy Shit” chant starts up, as both Burchill and Nitro roll away clutching various parts of their anatomy after the spot of one-upmanship, leaving London lying prone in the centre of the ring. Burchill slowly staggers back up to his feet, a tad groggy, but Joey Mercury quickly grabs him … NAILING THE DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Burchill gets drilled into the canvas and rolls out of the ring.

Mercury spins around, as Nitro is on his knees, and Paul London rolls over, finally showing some movement. Mercury grabs hold of the fallen Cruiserweight and lifts him up high onto his shoulder, pointing to the sky, before Nitro stands up and grabs London’s head … AND THEY BRING IT CRASHING DOWN WITH THE SNAPSHOT!!! Boos ring out around the Allstate Arena, as Mercury rolls out of the way and Nitro falls back with a cover!!

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WILLIAM REGAL KICKS NITRO IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD, BREAKING IT UP!!! The crowd actually cheers, as Regal just inadvertently saved The Hooligans it seems. Joey Mercury angrily races forwards … HE CLOTHESLINES REGAL ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE, TAKING HIMSELF WITH HIM!! Back in the ring, a stunned Johnny Nitro scrambles back up to his feet clutching his head … BRIAN KENDRICK SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE … BUT NITRO DUCKS … SPANKY COMES OFF THE ROPES … KICK TO THE GUT … NITRO GOES FOR THE CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER …

But Kendrick fights out of it, spinning around and shoving Nitro into the corner – Spanky feints as though to charge in and Nitro gets both of his feet up … PAUL LONDON LEAPS UP GRABS THEM! Kendrick quickly wraps his arm around Nitro’s neck and The Hooligans races across the ring … AS KENDRICK RUNS UP AND BACKFLIPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE … AND THEY NAIL NITRO WITH THE POWERBOMB/INVERTED SLICED BREAD #2 COMBINATION!!! The crowd goes absolutely berserk, as Nitro goes limp, and London falls back on top of him with a cover!!!

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!!!THREE!!!

ELIMINATED - MNM @ 14:11.

WE ARE GUARNTEED NEW CHAMPIONS!!! The crowd roars as the reign of MNM is over thanks to Paul London and Brian Kendrick! London staggers up to his feet, looking over at his partner with an equally elated expression on his face … BUT JOEY MERCURY SPINS HIM AROUND … DROPPING LONDON WITH THE DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Spanky steps forwards immediately to assist his partner … LOW BLOW FROM JOHNNY NITRO!! The fans are booing wildly, as Nitro, still shaken from Sliced Bread #2, wraps his arm around Kendrick’s head … AND BRINGS HIM SLAMMING DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER!!

Tazz and Cole are blowing a gasket over the actions of the FORMER WWE Tag Team Champions, but there are two men who certainly do not seem to care. William Regal climbs up onto the apron, grinning down at what he sees before him … BUT NITRO DRILLS HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND, KNOCKING HIM TO THE FLOOR BELOW!! It seems as though MNM are just pissed off with everyone right about now. The two A-Listers drop down and finally roll out of the ring to a chorus of boos and “ASSHOLE” chants from the Chicago crowd. Melina angrily storms off with her two men, as they yell and bicker with the officials and the crowd all the way up the ramp and to the back.

Back down in the ring, Paul Burchill finally makes himself known again, as he quickly slides under the rope and crawls over a fallen Paul London, hooking the far leg, looking for a cheap victory!

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LONDON SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!! Despite the assault by MNM, London manages to survive. Burchill shakes his head, deeply frustrated, but he quickly makes amends, as he drags The Hooligan back up to his feet. He tosses London into the ropes with an Irish Whip, before catching him, popping the hips … HURLING LONDON CRASHING OVER WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! Burchill does not even cover London, who rolls around like a rag doll, but instead drags the Cruiserweight over to the Blueblood corner, and tags in William Regal.

Regal steps into the ring hurriedly, pulling London up in a front facelock and laying into him with knee lifts, driving them right into the mouth, face and throat of the youngster. Wrapping his arm around London’s neck, Regal brings him over with a Snapmare takedown, holding his head in place, before reaching up and tagging Burchill back into the match. Burchill steps in, measures up … AND BOOTS LONDON RIGHT IN THE HEAD, DROPPING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT!! Regal leaves the ring and Burchill covers, forearm in the face!

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London manages to kick out a bit faster this time, frustrating Burchill, who snatches the Cruiserweight back up to his feet and lifts him up over his shoulder. Burchill steps forwards … AND SLAMS LONDON’S SHOULDER DOWN ACROSS HIS KNEE FOR A SHOULDER BREAKER!! London cries out, but as soon as he falls forwards, Burchill wraps up his arm WITH THE ROYAL MUTILATION, wrenching the limb right back!!!! Across the ring, a rather dazed looking Brian Kendrick is up on his feet, yelling encouragement to his partner.

Regal watches his protégé with a smug expression on his face, as Burchill teaches Paul London a lesson in pain, pulling the Cruiserweight’s arm in a direction that it was never meant to bend. London groans and squeals in agony, flapping his free arm around wildly, looking for some way out of the predicament … LONDON KICKS BACK, ROLLING OVER ONTO HIS BACK, HOLDING ONTO BURCHILL’S ARM, PINNING HIS SHOULDERS!!

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Burchill tosses London away quickly, staggering up looking rather stunned. London quickly grabs the larger Englishman in a Side Headlock, trying to stem the onslaught, but Burchill backs into the ropes … REGAL BLIND TAGS IN … and shoves London away into the ropes. London rebounds back and Burchill drops down onto his stomach, enabling London to leap over him … AND REGAL TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!! London almost does a flip with the impact, as Burchill leaves the ring, and Regal hooks the leg!

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London still kicks out! Chicago applauds the courage of the youngster, as he and Brian Kendrick keep on fighting despite all of the punishment they have sustained. Regal, fuming, drags London back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner, before pulling back and nailing the youngster with a stiff European Uppercut, the very definition of smashmouth wrestling. Regal wraps his hands around the throat of London, trying to wring his neck, but the referee quickly pulls him off and backs him across the ring with stern words, thus turning his back on the action … Brian Kendrick angrily steps into the ring, but the referee quickly blocks him … NOT SEEING THAT ACROSS THE RING PAUL BURCHILL IS CHOKING PAUL LONDON TO DEATH!!

The fans boo wildly at the illegal tactics of the rough and tough Englishmen, but the referee never sees a thing. Smirking, Regal pulls London out of the corner, folds his arm up, lifts him up high, AND SLAMS HIM BACK DOWN WITH A BACK SUPLEX!! London’s upper body pops back up on impact and Regal immediately wraps his bicep around the neck of the Cruiserweight, applying another brutal Rear Chinlock!

Regal flings London’s head from side to side, as the Cruiserweight continues to be worn down. Kendrick tries his best to cheer his partner on from the apron, slapping the top turnbuckle with such force that a slight “LET’S GO LONDON” chant can be heard from the smarks in the Allstate Arena. London flaps his arms around wildly and eventually manages to get back up to his feet. Regal holds on with the Chinlock, but London drives his elbow into the Englishman’s gut a few times and is on the verge of breaking the hold.

But Regal wisely backs up quickly into his own corner, still holding London’s head, allowing Burchill to tag himself back into the contest. The young Englishman comes in quickly and begins hammering away at London, before Regal is made to leave the ring by the official. Burchill drags London out of the corner by the arm, before hurling him back in, so that his sternum slams into the turnbuckle. London staggers out backwards, and Burchill hooks him up with a Rear Waistlock … AND BRINGS HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!! London looks almost Suplex drunk, as he hits the canvas, and Burchill quickly sticks his forearm in the face for a cover!

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LONDON STILL KEEPS ON FIGHTING! Burchill shakes his head and mutters something to himself, before quickly reaching up and tagging in Regal. The two Englishmen, ignoring the complaints of the referee, force London back against the ropes and hurl him across the ring with an Irish Whip. They both swing with a Double Clothesline attempt … but London comes off the ropes and races back, as they turn around … AND LEAPS UP, HITTING A FOOT OF EACH CHEST, NAILING A DOUBLE DROPSAULT ON BURCHILL AND REGAL!!

The crowd pops, as Paul London has finally found the opening that he needed. He, Burchill and Regal lie on their backs in the ring with the crowd and Brian Kendrick clapping away loudly for London. The Cruiserweight slowly rolls over onto his stomach and begins to inch towards his partner. Burchill staggers up to his feet in a daze, blinking wildly, before hurrying over to London … BUT LONDON TAGS IN BRIAN KENDRICK!

The crowd roars The Hooligans on, as Spanky leaps up to the top rope and drops down, NAILING THE ONCOMING BURCHILL WITH AN AXE HANDLE OFF THE DOME!! Kendrick nips back up but catches a boot to the mid section from Regal, who backs him up into the ropes and hurls him across with an Irish Whip. Spanky ducks underneath Regal’s Clothesline - Burchill is back up … and comes off the ropes again, SPRINGBOARDING BACK OFF THE MIDDLE ONE WITH A FLYING CROSS BODY TO BOTH MEN!!

With the crowd behind him, Kendrick pulls Burchill up and backs him into the corner with right hands, as Regal slowly makes it back up to his feet. Kendrick lays into Burchill … BUT REGAL RACES TOWARDS THEM … KENDRICK MOVES … AND REGAL SQUASHES BURCHILL!! Regal staggers backwards, as Spanky leaps up, nailing a Spinning Heel Kick to the veteran Englishman, knocking him over the top rope. Burchill flops down on his back in the centre of the ring … AS PAUL LONDON SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS … NAILING BURCHILL!! London rolls away, as Kendrick leaps on top with a cover!

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REGAL BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND! The crowd groans, as Regal scrambles away up to his feet, looking around wildly, but London races forwards, Clotheslining the veteran head over heels over the top rope! Regal lands on his feet in a daze and staggers backwards, bouncing off the crowd barrier … LONDON GRABS HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE … HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE INTO REGAL WITH A PLANCHA … BUT THE VETERAN PARTIALLY DEFLECTS HIM INTO THE BARICADE!!!!!!!!

The crowd is screaming wildly, as London and Regal lie in a heap on the floor outside {London having done more damage to himself}, whilst back in the ring, Kendrick wraps his arm around the neck of Burchill and runs up the turnbuckle – GOING FOR SLICED BREAD #2 … BUT BURCHILL HURLS HIM AWAY … RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE!!

The crowd groans, as the referee goes down in a heap, holding his head, and Spanky looks down at what he has done miserably. Burchill races towards Kendrick … SPANKY ROLLS ASIDE … BURCHILL SLAMS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE CHEST FIRST … AND KENDRICK GRABS HIS NECK, RUNNING UP THE TURNBUCKLE … NAILING BURCHILL WITH THE SLICED BREAD #2!!! At the second attempt, Spanky puts Burchill down and slowly crawls backwards, draping himself over the Englishman!

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BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL DOWN AND STUNNED! The crowd is groaning and whistling wildly in an effort to get the official back up to his feet. Brian Kendrick closes his eyes in utter despair, crawling back up to his feet, exhausted, looking around for what to do…

Spanky stands over the referee with his hands on his hips, trying to revive the hapless official. Across the ring, Burchill is slowly trying to regain his senses, and Kendrick sees this. With the young Englishman on his knees in a perfect position for him, Spanky races backwards off the ropes … BUT GETS DRILLED IN THE SPINE WITH A TITLE BELT … BY WILLIAM REGAL!!!

The veteran Englishman drops the title quickly, collapsing with fatigue, as Paul London begins to stir. Back in the ring, Kendrick stumbles forwards, clutching his spine and skull in agony, right into Paul Burchill. The Englishman throws Spanky’s left arm over his shoulder and wraps his own around Kendrick’s neck … BEFORE LEAPING UP … NAILING THE C-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Burchill is down and out, as well as Kendrick, and takes a while to crawl on top of Spanky. The crowd is still howling with anger, as the referee rolls over and shakes his head, finally seeing what is going on … as Burchill lies backwards on top of Kendrick, reaching back wearily to hook the near leg, prompting a very tired count from the official!!!!!!!

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{Paul London crawls onto the apron}

!!!!!!!THREE!!!!!!!
PAUL LONDON SLIDES INTO THE RING, BUT IT’S TOO LATE!!!
Winners - AND NEW WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - THE BLUEBLOODS @ 27:02.


THE BLUEBLOODS ARE THE NEW CHAMPIONS!!! London collapses down at the edge of the ring with fatigue and disappointment, whilst the crowd boos mercilessly and Paul Burchill rolls backwards, a rather shocked expression on his face.

Michael Cole:
OH MY – WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED??!! Regal and Burchill just screwed Paul London and Brian Kendrick out of the tag team titles! This young team gave it their all – but they are STILL not the Champions!

Tazz:
We’ve got new Champs though, baby! Regal and Burchill, these Englishmen are on top of the mountain. Great effort by all three teams though; great match, great match!!

Joey Styles:
You have to feel for London and Kendrick after such a gutsy performance, but tonight just wasn’t their night.


Regal slowly slides back into the ring and grabs the WWE Tag Team Championship belts from the referee. He pulls Paul Burchill up to his feet and gives the belt to the youngster, who smiles broadly, holding up his first ever gold proudly. The two men embrace warmly in the centre of the ring, ignoring the heat that is being showered upon them.

On the outside of the ring Paul London and assists Brian Kendrick – whilst glaring up into the ring. Regal and Burchill look around the arena happily, before raising one another’s arm into the air, holding their title belts up in the other hand. The crowd roundly boos the English duo, but that does not change the fact that The Bluebloods are the now the Number One team on Friday Nights.




***



Backstage in the locker room of the Cabinet John Bradshaw Layfield paces up and down upon the lush velvet rug, dressed to compete already, just waiting to be called for his match. Across the room from their boss, the other members of the Cabinet, Orlando Jordan, Jillian Hall, and the Bashams all recline on a leather couch, watching on.

Orlando Jordan:
You, uh, wanna’ sit down, boss? Don’t wanna’ wear yourself out, John.

JBL stops momentarily, giving his Chief of Staff a rather cold look, before beginning to pace again.

Jillian Hall:
Johnny … sir … I don’t know what your so worried about. It’s only Ric Flair …

Doug Basham:
Yeah, and besides, we got you covered tonight, boss, you can count on-

Doug stops speaking abruptly, as Bradshaw turns on the group with hostile eyes. The Bashams look down quickly, but Orlando and Jillian stare curiously at their leader.

John Bradshaw Layfield:

(Whispering)
Understand this … tonight … tonight isn’t Saturday Night’s Main Event … tonight isn’t about trying to prove why we are the greatest group in professional wrestling history. (Shakes his head) No, no, tonight is about JBL and Ric Flair … one … on … one…


The Cabinet all look rather stunned, glancing at one another with raised eyebrows.

Orlando Jordan:
What d’you mean, boss?

JBL looks at Jordan with a fierce intensity in his eyes.

John Bradshaw Layfield:
I mean … tonight … out there … it’s gonna’ be me and Ric Flair, one-one-one, mano e mano … to see who really is the best in the business.
(Narrows his eyes) That means no Horsemen … and no Cabinet. This is gonna’ be MY crowning achievement, is that understood?

Jillian Hall:
Yeah, but-

Layfield steps quickly and menacingly towards the Cabinet, and leans in.

John Bradshaw Layfield:
Understood??

The quartet all nod grudgingly, heads bowed.

John Bradshaw Layfield:
Good, ‘cause I don’t want anything to stand in my way. This is gonna’ the moment that John Bradshaw Layfield FINALLY books his place in the Hall of Fame and the annals of our industry. Last year at WrestleMania, it was hell when I lost the WWE Championship, but this year …
(A smile of pure evil) when I end Ric Flair’s career … it’s gonna’ be … heaven.

JBL turns away from his group and pulls on his cowboy hat. After giving the Cabinet a last, long, hard look, the self-proclaimed “Wrestling God” walks from the room with a purpose., but the camera lingers on the Cabinet for a few moments, as they all gaze at what another with … scepticism in their eyes.

The announcers speak over the top.


Michael Cole:
Well, there you have him, ladies and gentlemen, the man who has vowed to end the career of ‘The Nature Boy’ Ric Flair here tonight. That is one of the most hotly anticipated contests on this hallowed evening, but coming up next is what promises to be the most emotionally charged match of the night. There is just so, so much at stake in this match, as Shane McMahon faces the greatest challenge of his life, putting his family’s legacy on the line against the sick, psychotic … “Legend Killer” Randy Orton…

Joey Styles:
Randy Orton is the most hated man in the WWE right, and for good reason, with only one man now possessing the power and the will to stop him. Can Shane McMahon do it??


***


Orton-Shane Video Package

- The VP opens with a soft, piano-based adagio tune with the shot of Vince McMahon Snr., Vincent James McMahon, standing alone in a WWF ring long ago, perhaps in the 1960s, looking wistful, as it fades into a shot of Vince McMahon Jnr. and his son, Shane McMahon, embracing in the ring, and Shane’s voice is heard…

Shane McMahon: My family will forever be in my heart,

- A slow image from ’01 of Shane and his sister, Stephanie, raising each other’s arms high into the air, as the lights flash…

Shane McMahon: My sister means more to me,

- Clip of Shane defending his sister’s honour against Test at SummerSlam ’99 in a brutal match…

Shane McMahon: More than life,

- Quite a rare shot of all four McMahons, the father, mother, son and daughter all embracing inside the ring at one of the Attitude Era anniversary shows…

Shane McMahon: All I ever wanted was a complete family,

- Footage of Shane protecting his mother, Linda, from the monstrous Kane back in ’03…

Shane McMahon: To have a mother whom I never met,

- Old video footage from the McMahon Family vault of one of their family gatherings, smiling, happy in each other’s company…

Shane McMahon: My family will always remain who they are in my heart and soul,

- The McMahon Family coming together to overcome the likes of The Undertaker, Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Alliance, Paul Heyman, Ric Flair and others…

Shane McMahon: My family is more important than my friends and my lover,

- Shots of Shane and the rest of his family siding with his family ALWAYS, against the people who have tried to destroy it from within, such as Trish Stratus, Sable, Triple H, and more…

Shane McMahon: Family will always come first,

- Clips of the many wars that have occurred between the McMahon Family over the years, from Shane-Vince, to Vince-Stephanie, and every other bloody, bitter battle … but in the end they always come back together…

Shane McMahon: Family is family,

- Long, slow motion shot along the line of the McMahon Family as they stand in the ring, raising one another’s arm into the air; from Stephanie to Shane to Debra to Vince, a unified family…

Shane McMahon: No matter what they did they'll always remain family.

- The shots of the McMahons become more and more rapid, showing each of them individually and collectively, but also…

- …inter-cutting with shots of Randy Orton staring psychotically ahead…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Shane McMahon and Vince McMahon destroy one of their many victims together, as we close in on Vince’s face, as he gazes proudly upon his son, whilst we…

- …cut with various shots of a devilish Randy Orton on all fours, stalking his opponents for the RKO…


Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Inter-cutting shots of each member of the McMahon clan walking down to the ring, from Vince’s power walk to Shane’s dance, Stephanie’s sexy strut to Linda’s business-like march…

- …as flashing images of Orton’s “Destiny” pose overlap in intervals…


Randy Orton: (Echoing) I … it’s not arrogance…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- The famous Friday Night SmackDown! footage of Vince and Shane confronting The Legend Killer in the ring, but…

- …it is interrupted by flashing shots of Orton ending possibly ending the career of Teddy Long at No Way Out with a sickening punt to the head…


Randy Orton: (Echoing) I … it’s not arrogance…

Shane McMahon: (Echoing) F … family…

- Gunshot quick footage of the heinous assault on the McMahon men by Randy Orton on SD! with RKO after RKO, closing with the sickening sight of Vince’s skull being driven through a table and the cold look in The Legend Killer’s eyes…

Vince McMahon: One way or another …

- Slow played, black and white footage of the showdown between Orton and Shane a few weeks later, eye to eye, signing the contract to put the McMahon legacy on the line…

- …with a close up of Orton’s evil eyes…


Vince McMahon: One way or another … this will be the end …

Randy Orton: ...it’s quite simply…

- Clips of the McMahon Family…

Vince McMahon: One way or another … this will be the end …of an era.

- Shot of Orton PUNTING Shane in the head on SD…

Randy Orton: (Whispering) … destiny.

- Shot of Orton standing over Shane’s broken body…

Randy Orton: … this Sunday … you … are … ALONE…

- Close up image of Shane’s unconscious face…

Randy Orton: (Echoing) … Alone…




***


Back in the arena, Tony Chimel waits in the ring with a mic in his hand and a very solemn expression on his face.

Tony Chimel:
The following contest … is the LEGEND VERSUS LEGEND KILLER NO - HOLDS - BARRED MATCH scheduled for one fall!
(Crowd cheers) In this contest, if Randy Orton loses, he will NEVER AGAIN receive a shot at ANY championship in the WWE!!! (HUGE pop) And, if Shane McMahon loses, the McMahon family MUST leave WWE television FOREVER (Very mixed reaction)!!!


“HEY!!!”



***BURN IN MY LIGHT***

The Illinois crowd pours some of the most ungodly heat of the night down, as ‘The Legend Killer’ makes his way out. Randy Orton steps out onto the stage, his eyes narrowed and focused as always. The Golden Rain pyro begins to fall behind the stage, lighting Orton up almost angelically, but he does not even bother with his usual pose, and instead stalks down to the ring.



Tony Chimel:
Introducing first … from St. Louis, Missouri … weighing in at 245 pounds … THE LEGEND KILLER … RANDYYYYY ORRRTTTOOONNNN!!!


Orton calmly walks up the steps and enters the ring, glancing momentarily into the front row. Walking towards the centre, he turns slowly on the spot; not Ric Flair-like, but much more menacing, making sure that every member of the audience gets a good, long look at the man who has promised to not only rid the WWE of The McMahon’s, but also to cripple Shane McMahon. The Allstate Arena rumbles with boos, as Randy leans against the ropes, keeping his back to the stage.


Joey Styles:

(Growing quite annoyed) What are you looking over here for, Randy? What the hell is your problem??!! (Orton smirks and turns away) Sorry about that, folks, but I – I just don’t what kind of human being Randy Orton is. Let’s not forget how this whole thing got started, as he brutally assaulted not only the Chairman of the WWE, Mr. McMahon, but also the FORMER General Manager of SmackDown, a good friend of ours, Theodore Long.

Tazz:

(Gritting his teeth) He did a damn sight more than put than that, Joey, you know that. I tell you what, if I had any words of advice for Shane ‘O Mac ahead of this match tonight, it’d be to stay the hell away from the RKO, ‘cause it can’t feel good.

Michael Cole:
Randy Orton has been on a rampage all year, and for what??!! Because he hasn’t won a match in 2006 yet, or, as he claims, because he wasn’t GIVEN a Main Event spot at WrestleMania. I hope Shane kicks his ass tonight; I’m sorry, folks, but we just can’t stay impartial on this one.


***HERE COMES THE MONEY***

The Allstate Arena gives a GREAT response, as Shane McMahon walks out onto the stage. Instead of dancing around like he usually would, Shane ‘O Mac just stands there, a deadly serious look in his eyes. He is dressed in his usual red baseball shirt, with dark elbow pads and black pants. He touches his head slightly, reminding us all of the possible concussion he could be competing with, thanks to Randy Orton. Shane stares down the ramp at The Legend Killer, before beginning the long walk.


Tony Chimel:
And his opponent … from Greenwich, Connecticut … weighing in at 236 pounds … SHAAAAANNEEE MCMAHOOOONNNN!!!


Shane stops at the end of the ramp, playing it smart by not rushing into the ring immediately. Orton is almost salivating at the mouth in his desire to get his hands on the young McMahon, and Shane slowly steps up onto the apron with the weight of the world on his shoulders.


Michael Cole:
It all comes to a head now, here tonight. If Shane McMahon loses, his entire family must leave the WWE for good, must leave the thing they created and nurtured, all because of this – this egomaniac, this evil young man Randy Orton. I hope to GOD that Shane is ready for this!!

Tazz:
I do too, Cole, and I think he is. Shane ‘O is no rookie. He’s had matches with guys over the years as good as The Big Show, The Rock, Kane, Kurt Angle, and even Stone Cold Steve Austin. But none of ‘em have ever meant as much as this one does!!!

Joey Styles:
Oh my! Here we go!


Doing what he is famous for, Shane ‘O Mac sucks up all of his courage and steps right though the ropes, where he and Orton immediately come together in a frenzy of blows!!



***Bell Rings***



Legend vs. Legend Killer; No Holds Barred Match:
Shane McMahon vs. ‘The Legend Killer’ Randy Orton

{If Shane loses, the McMahon’s must leave the WWE forever; though if Orton loses, he will never again be able to challenge for any championship in the WWE}

The crowd roars passionately as Shane McMahon and Randy Orton exchange blows on the grandest stage of them all. Orton looks slightly stunned by Shane’s willingness to face him in a slugfest and reels under fires, with the “SHANE O MAC” chants spurring the plucky McMahon on. Jabbing away with lefts and rights and lefts and rights, Shane actually looks to be getting the better of the former World Heavyweight Champion … but Orton punches him right in the ribs!! That stops the momentum right away, as Shane cries out in agony, grabbing his bruised sternum and staggering away with the viper-like Orton in hot pursuit.

The Legend Killer turns Shane around and drives his fist into the ribs of McMahon over and over again, each one drawing a wince of pure pain from the former European Champion. The crowd is howling with pure dismay at what is happening to their White Knight, but Orton is truly relentless, as he forces Shane down to a knee with the force of his right hands. Mac tries hard to fight back, throwing wild punches anywhere he can, but Randy, seething like a predator, just rears back and delivers a stinging boot right to Shane’s mid section, sending him staggering into the corner.

Eyes narrowed, Orton continues to advance on his victim, whilst the crowd pleads for Shane to fight back. The breath is almost gone from McMahon’s body though, as he gasps for air. Orton drills him with another stiff kick to the ribs, before pulling Shane’s arms out of the way, exposing his sternum. Mac can barely offer any resistance, as The Legend Killer lays into him with shot after shot, finally forcing the plucky youngster to fall and roll out of the ring.

Shane staggers into the crowd barrier and begins to walk around the ring, as Orton menacingly steps through the ropes after him. Mac walks in front of the announcer’s tables, arm wrapped tightly around his ribs, but Randy quickly spins him around and clocks him right in the jaw with a stiff European Uppercut!! Shane ‘O Mac staggers away once more, heading around the ring … as Orton eyeballs Michael Cole and Tazz. The crowd boos wildly, as the little stare down brings back memories of what happened a few weeks ago on SmackDown! Tazz looks set to deal with the situation, and begins to remove his headphones … but Orton calmly walks away without looking back.

Using the distraction, Shane ‘O Mac has made it all the way around to the other side of the ring, where he rests in front of the entrance ramp, massaging his ribs. Orton hurries over towards him, still with that manic look in his eye … but Shane boots him in the gut! Stunned, Randy doubles over, and a hurting McMahon grabs hold of his head, quickly shoving it between his legs. The fans buzz, and Cole goes wild, commenting that there’s no way Shane is going to try a Piledriver on the Steel ramp. But that looks to be his plan, to break Orton’s neck … HE GETS HIM UP … but Orton drops back down and takes Shane’s legs from under him … SLAMMING HIS SKULL AGAINST THE RAMP!!

The crowd “OOOOS” at the sickening smack, and Shane instantly grabs his head, rolling around in agony. Orton backs off slightly, looking almost offended that Shane dared to fight back, but at the same time looking calculatingly down at McMahon, who appeared to hit his injured ribs on the ramp as well. Everything about the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history is cold and methodical, as he drags Shane back up to his feet and hits him square in the mouth with yet another right hand, sending him staggering away.

Looking completely out of his depth, Shane tries to catch a breather against the steel steps, but it only lasts as long as he is allowed. Taking a handful of the Greenwich native’s hair, Orton brings McMahon’s head back, before DRIVING it down hard into the steps!! More groans are emitted from the crowd, as Shane blindly staggers away, his hands over his face. Whether he means to or not, the young heir rolls back into the ring, with Randy Orton, of course, right behind him.

Barely able to get his arms up to block, Shane stumbles backwards, and Orton lends him a hand by shoving him into the corner, before rearing right back and thumping McMahon in the ribs with a stiff body shot! The cameras do their job, recording the reactions of the fans around the arena, who right now can barely watch through their fingers, as Orton dishes out the punishment. Gasping for air, Shane tries to move out of the way, but Orton drills him again and again and again with hard right hands to the ribs!!

Pulling back on Shane’s head, Orton gets behind his opponent and brings his fist overhead this time, for a more vicious and effective blow, but never moving away from the ribs a single inch. Every blow caused Shane ‘O to cry out and gasp, creating a look of perverse pleasure on the face of the Legend Killer. With McMahon buckling, Orton simply tosses him down to the mat in the middle of the ring, stalking around him like fallen prey. Bringing his foot up, Orton drives his boot down hard into the ribs of Shane … but holds it in place, really grinding it into the injured torso for maximum effect!

Lazily, Orton rolls Shane away with his boot and watches with his ice cold eyes, as McMahon crawls towards the ropes, trying desperately to pull himself up using them. There are wild cheers all around the arena at Shane’s tenacity and courage, but Orton simply shakes his head and drills the former European Champion with a big right hand, knocking him head over heels through the ropes and to the floor.

Landing in front of the crowd barricade, Shane wraps his arms around his mid section instantly, though it is clear to see that his entire body is quivering with pain. Fans reach down and pat him on the back, spurring him on, but he can do nothing more than lie there, as Orton steps down alongside him. Taking McMahon’s arm, Orton pulls him up to his feet and slugs him in the side of his torso this side, doubling him over. With Shane hunched over, Orton turns around, seeing the barricade, before throwing his arm at the fans there, yelling at them to “Get the hell out of the way”, before grabbing Shane, lifting him up high … SLAMMING HIM DOWN ACROSS THE BARRICADE RIBS FIRST WITH A BACK SUPLEX!!

“OOHHHSS” can be heard from the crowd, especially in the front row, as Shane’s body convulses in agony on the barrier, before rolling back down to the floor. Orton smirks sadistically at the nearby fans, drawing even more heat to him. He stares down at McMahon like a piece of meat, taking all the time in the world, completely full of confidence. On the floor, the referee checks on Shane, as the young billionaire struggles to claw himself back to a vertical base. Every breath that emerged from his body sounds like total torture, as he hangs onto the ring apron like it were his mother.

Orton almost laughs at the pluckiness of his opponent, mouth open in confidence as it is, but instead he ‘assists’ Shane ‘O Mac all the way up to his feet … but Shane drills him with a right hand!! Chicago roars, and Orton is taken completely by surprised, as Shane comes at him with some big right hands, each one using every bit of strength McMahon still has in his body … KNEE TO THE GUT!! Orton shows his intelligence, cutting Shane’s comeback off immediately by targeting the ribs. As Shane doubles over, Randy quickly grabs the front of ‘O Mac’s pants and uses his own momentum against him, yanking him into the STEEL STEPS!!!

A hiss of fear runs through the watching audience, as Shane slams against the metal hard and lies in a crumpled heap in the foetal position, shaking with pain. Orton steps up off his knees looking extremely pleased with himself, and brings McMahon back up to his feet, shoving him under the bottom rope and into the ring. The way Randy enters the ring himself is so serpentine it is almost scary, as he slithers under the ropes after Shane, and makes a very lazy first cover of the match.

…1…

…………………….
…2…
… NO!
Shane kicks out, but for what was only the first pin fall attempt of the match, it looked extraordinarily difficult for him, and Orton seems to know it. Not even berating the official, Randy rolls off Shane, but gingery assists his opponent back up to his feet. Once McMahon is fully upright, though staggering a bit and holding his torso, Orton backs off … BEFORE LEAPING UP, CONNECTING WITH A PICTURE-PERFECT STANDING DROPKICK TO SHANE!! There is actually a smattering of applause for the athleticism of The Legend Killer, who rests on his knees, looking down smugly at his fallen rival, before laying atop him for a second cover.

…1…

…………………….
…2…
… NO!
Shane ‘O Mac kicks out for a second time, but just like before it was far too hard for so early in the contest. Sliding off the cover, Orton does actually throw the official a quick glance this time, but it is only a fleeting one. Getting back up to his feet, Orton methodically takes a long, hard look down at his opponent, weighing up his options. He drags Shane’s battered carcass back up to his feet, pressing him against the ropes, before hurling him across the ropes with an Irish Whip. Shane hits the opposite ropes, and Randy lowers his head, looking for the Back Body Drop … BUT SHANE KICKS HIM IN THE HEAD!! Orton immediately stands up, clutching his mouth in surprise, just as a desperate McMahon dives forwards, WIPING ORTON OUT WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE!!!

Chicago explodes with huge cheers for Shane’s counter, as their hero collapses to the mat, still holding his ribs, and STILL trying to recover. Orton lies in a heap too, clearly taken aback by the clothesline. Having been suppressed by Orton’s methodical, calculating approach, the fans now really try to get behind Shane, with the “SHANE-O-MAC” chants starting to pick up once again.

Both men spend equal amounts of time on the canvas though, but Shane actually has to pull on the ropes to make it back up to his feet, whilst Randy does not need them. Shaking the cobwebs away, a slightly repulsed looking Legend Killer staggers forwards, just as McMahon turns and does the same. Only one man is quickest though, as Orton grabs Shane around the neck, pulling him down a bit, before spinning around and connecting with his patented INVERTED BACKBREAKER!! The crowd groans once again, as Shane’s body hits the deck in pain, and Orton sucks it up, rolling his body over into the pin.
………………………………....
…1…
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……………
…2…
……………………….
NO!
Once again Shane maintains his family’s career for at least a little while longer. However, these are in no way strong kick outs from McMahon, as he is barely thrusting his shoulder up each time. Orton’s expression barely alters, as he methodically rises first to his knees, then his feet, dragging Shane up with him. The former owner of WCW seems conflicted, wanting to protect his ribs, but also trying to position his arms to guard his face like a boxer would at the same time.

The crowd shows a great deal of respect for him, cheering him on, but The Legend Killer does not. Orton drives his fist down with a stiff overhead punch, causing Shane’s knees to wobble slightly, before the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history cracks him with a brutal European Uppercut! Shane’s eyes glaze over slightly with the impact … and he drops down to his knees.

Orton smirks, seeing that he has his opponent right where he wants him, and delivers another kick right to the ribs of Shane ‘O, causing him to fall to the mat in agony, gasping and wheezing. Despite taking an initial step towards McMahon, a look of realisation suddenly passes across Randy’s face and he quickly drops down, rolling underneath the bottom rope and heading for the announcers/timekeepers area. Cole, Styles and Tazz all tense as Orton approaches, but he pays them no attention, and instead yells at Tony Chimel, Lillian Garcia and Mark Eaton, “Get the hell out of my way!!” After basically throwing Chimel down to the ground to another tremendous outburst of heat, Orton even ignores steel chairs, reaching over them and pulling up … A HUGE ROLL OF ELECTRICAL CABLE!!

There are some gasps from the crowd, and Cole goes absolutely insane at ringside, but the devilish young and talented Randy Orton just ribs the cable free and rolls back into the ring with it. Shane ‘O Mac is back on his knees, trying to crawl across to the other side of the squared circle, and as a result he has his back to The Legend Killer.

In so much pain that he cannot even hear the warning screams of the crowd, Shane has no idea what is coming up behind him … AS ORTON WRAPS THE CABLE AROUND HIS THROAT!! Shane gasps and Chicago winces, but Orton does not stop there; taking the long cable and wrapping it all around Shane’s neck, shoulders, chest and, most importantly, his injured ribs!! Hanging off the cable, Orton quickly falls down to the canvas with McMahon and wraps his legs around the sternum of his opponent for A VICE-LIKE BODY SCISSORS CHOKE WITH THE ELECTRICAL CABLE!!!

The sound of Shane McMahon struggling to breathe can be heard quite clearly, and it is a disturbing sound to say the least. The pain from his broken ribs appears to be the least of his worries, as Orton wrenches back with all of the cable as hard as he possibly can, causing the entire roll to tighten around Shane’s throat and body. Tazz notes with disgust the pressure be applied to Shane’s oesophagus, commenting that there is only so much damage that part of the human anatomy can take. At first, Shane writhes and wriggles, his arms flapping around like the gills of a dying fish in an effort to escape, but he soon begins to fade.

On his knees, the official gets right in Shane’s face, asking him if he wants to give it up, but, despite being barely conscious, Shane continues to spit out the word, “…no…”, enraging Orton, who pulls back on the cable even harder. The crowd does its best to get behind ‘O Mac, with the applause and chants really building up, much to the displeasure of Orton, who frustrates them by increasing his python-like grasp. Staring down at Shane’s limp head below his arms, Orton bellows, “JUST GIVE UP, SHANE! QUIT!!!” But Shane McMahon does not quit, although there seems to be a real danger of him passing out.

Chicago continues to cheer, trying to will Shane out of this fiendish predicament and saving his family’s livelihood, but it seems of little use at the moment, as the dominant Randy Orton squeezes the life out of him. The referee takes a look at Shane’s apparently lifeless eyes and grabs the arm of the young man, checking for any signs of life. He lifts him arm up and it falls back down limp, as Orton grins devilishly, his own face turning red from exertion. The official lifts Shane’s hand up once more and … once more it falls down to the canvas, limp. “SHANE-O-MAC! SHANE-O-MAC!” The fans continue to urge their hero on, but Orton is like a rabid dog, almost salivating, feeling the fight leaving his opponent. The referee once again lifts the hand up again - the final time, one way or another and … IT FALLS … but Shane McMahon suddenly snaps it back up into the air, displaying the life still residing inside him!!

The crowd roars at Shane’s survival, but Orton looks positively disgusted and decided to release the hold in a blind rage, throwing McMahon’s battered body away from him. Despite having survived the cable strangulation, Shane is still unable to move and lies on his front awkwardly. Shaking his head, a frustrated Orton quickly rolls Shane over and sticks his forearm in his face with a cover.
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…1...
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…2...
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…….. NO!
Shane throws his shoulder up gingerly, but it was easily the longest count he has suffered so far in the match. Orton looks to have had enough, seething with rage, before quickly pulling billionaire heir up, racing forwards and hurling him through the ropes to the outside!! Shane goes tumbling through the ropes, hitting the apron on the way, before falling awkwardly to the floor below with a smack. Before he can even rise again, a possessed Randy Orton drops down to the outside behind him and stalks right over … to the SmackDown! announce table!

Cole, Styles and Tazz all panic as you would expect, with Tazz bracing for a fight, but Orton merely leers at them, before dragging the wooden cover away from the table causing the crowd to cheer wildly, as things would appear to be getting hardcore. The SmackDown! team continues to report, despite having to vacate the area, as Orton now starts tossing the television monitors aside, some very evil thoughts most certainly on his young mind. But it is not just the SmackDown! announce team who are forced to flee, as Orton turns his attention to the Raw table also! He tears the cover away from it, as Coach quickly makes a run for it, and J.R soon follows. Randy throws one monitor away, but hangs onto the second one, as Shane slowly turns around … THEN THE LEGEND KILLER BLASTS HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE MONITOR!!!

The howls of the crowd fill the arena, as Shane ‘O Mac flies backwards from the impact, crashing onto the Raw announce table in a heap!! Orton slams the monitor down triumphantly, the corners of his mouth quivering with a perverse pleasure. Though still conscious, Shane has been knocked for an absolute loop, lying on his back on the table, arms lolling by his side. Orton clambers up onto the table also, grabbing Shane by the front of his jersey and dragging him up onto his feet. After giving Shane a long, hard, malicious look in his eyes, Orton wraps his right arm around the chin and neck of ‘O Mac, turning around … GOING FOR THE RKO THROUGH THE SMACKDOWN! ANNOUNCE TABLE …

… BUT SHANE MCMAHON QUICKLY COUNTERS AND THROWS RANDY ORTON ACROSS ONTO THE SMACKDOWN! ANNOUNCE TABLE … WHICH DOESN’T BREAK!!!!!!!!

“OOOHHH!!!” The smack of Orton’s spine hitting the wood that does not give an inch reverberates around the arena drawing cries from the crowd, as The Legend Killer convulses in total agony, his eyes bulging out of his head. Shane stumbles wearily still on the Raw announce table, the perspiration pouring from his face.

With his left arm wrapped around his tender ribs, he gingerly steps down off the table and heads back towards the ring. The crowd has absolutely no idea what he is planning, as Orton lies flat on his back on the table, not going anywhere. Shane steps slowly up the steel steps, before making it onto the apron, wincing with pain constantly. Taking a quick breath against the ropes … he begins to climb the turnbuckle!

Chicago explodes with cheers, urging the wounded Shane McMahon up the turnbuckle. His ascent is slow and painful; constantly casting looks at the prone Orton to ensure he remains in place. The Legend Killer barely blinks, and Shane steps up the final rung to make it to the top of the turnbuckle. Standing up so high, the cameras draw back to show us just how far away from and high above Shane is from Orton on the SmackDown! announce table. With the lights flashing all around him on the grandest stage of them all, Shane takes a moment to compose himself … BEFORE HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND CRASHES DOWN ONTO ORTON WITH THE LEAP OF FAITH FLYING ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE SMACKDOWN! ANNOUNCE TABLE, SHATTERING THE DAMN THING IN AN EXPLOSION OF WOOD AND WIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

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


Chicago goes absolutely INSANE with a deafening amount of cheers and whoops for the death-defying chance taken by the one and only Shane McMahon. He and Orton lie in a heap amongst the rubble that was once the SmackDown! announce table, and we are left without commentary momentarily, as Cole, Tazz and Styles are similarly displaced. The “SHANE-O-MAC” chants fill each and every side of the building, showing their respect for the only part-time wrestler. Shane looks to be in just as terrible a state as Orton, but he as least moving, hugging his ribs with both of his arms, trying to suck the pain up.

Using the Raw announce table, Shane drags his beaten carcass back up and he staggers away from the broken wood, resting his shoulder against the apron. The referee, having been still with his hands on his head for a good few minutes, finally reacts to the situation, first checking on Shane, who simply waves him away. The official then steps into the rubble of the SmackDown! announce table, resting a hand on the chest of The Legend Killer to check for any signs of life. There are none. Randy Orton is not moving a single muscle. His eyes a closed.

Still barely able to stand up himself, Shane pushes himself away from the apron and begins to drag his feet across the floor towards the wreckage once again. The look on his face is one of a completely drained man physically, but one filled with determination still. Michael Cole {now back with us} commends the amazing spirit of Shane, as the young man gets the referee out of the way, before grabbing one of Orton’s arms and beginning to drag the man out of the rubble.

With Randy as 245 pounds of dead weight, the job is not easy for Shane, as he grunts and groans with exertion, but only manages to pull The Legend Killer back out onto the outside floor. Shane stops, resting his hands on his knees, before casting a look up at the ring. Cole speculates that McMahon may have been thinking about a pin fall. Whilst Shane apparently abandons this notion, Orton begins to slowly stir on the ground below. Shane ‘O sees this and limps over to the Raw announce table once again.

As Orton rolls over onto his hands and knees, a usually polite Shane McMahon shoves The Coach from his chair {getting a HUGE pop in the process}, before folding the steel weapon up. The Legend Killer hangs onto the ring apron with all of his remaining might, dragging his hurting body back up. His legs are like jelly, shaking uncontrollably, as he stands on his own power, his eyes dazed and wild, before slowly, so very slowly, turning around … JUST AS SHANE MCMAHON DIVES THROUGH THE AIR, CRACKING HIM IN THE SKULL WITH A SICK STEEL CHAIR SHOT!!!!

“OOOOHHHH!!!” Orton never even got the chance to put his hands up, and the chair struck him full on in the face and skull, with extra force thanks to Shane McMahon propelling himself. The crowd winces and cheers, as The Legend Killer goes down hard, his face horribly askewed at an angle. Shane drops the chair and goes right back to holding his ribs, clearly still in a great deal of pain and having to take every opportunity he can to rest.

As Randy Orton slowly rolls over onto his back, the camera closes in to show us that his face has now become a BLOODY MESS, with the crimson tide rushing down his face, eyes, mouth and all. A huge groan goes up from the crowd, as Orton falls back against the ring apron, struggling to see through the blood, and even Cole shows a little bit of sympathy for the former World Champion, although Tazz does not. Seeing Orton in the state he is, Shane McMahon looks to drive his advantage home and grabs hold of the ring steps.

After a few goes he manages to pull the top half of the steps away and begins to try and lift them up. Not your every day wrestler, Shane is no weight lifter, and so has a little bit more trouble getting the steps up than one would expect. With a great roar, Shane reaches down deep and manages to get them up just past his chest. A bloody Orton staggers forwards, absolutely clueless … ONLY FOR SHANE TO SLAM RIGHT THROUGH HIS FACE WITH THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!!!!

“OOOOOHHHHHH!!!” Chicago erupts once again, as Orton’s head snaps around violently and he crumples down to the ground. Shane drops the steps instantly, barely able to carry them anyway. He slumps backwards against the ring apron, catching his breath, whilst Orton lies in a bloody heap on the floor. Shane makes one huge effort, stumbling over from the exertion of it. He does get back up immediately though, and crawls right over to Randy Orton, determined to get The Legend Killer back into the ring. He drags his opponents carcass to the ring apron, before taking a few deep, long, hard breaths, and hoists Orton by the waist, managing to force Randy onto the apron, and from there, Shane uses his remaining strength to roll the bloody youngster inside.

With Orton inside the ring, Shane crumples back down again, just too weary to make the follow up cover. Reaching out limply with his right hand he grabs the steel chair again, pulling it to him. He struggles back up to his feet, chair in hand, before clambering tiredly up onto the apron, just as Orton rolls over onto his knees. Still holding the chair, Shane goes to step through the ropes … but Orton manages to drive a boot right into the injured ribs of McMahon!!

Double up, Shane drops the chair through the ropes and slumps forwards. The bloody but predatory Orton sees his chance and, with a rush of adrenaline, grabs Shane’s head under his arm, pulling him into the ring but keeping him in the air via his feet balanced on the middle rope. Orton checks where the chair is … BEFORE DRIVING SHANE DOWN INTO THE STEEL CHAIR FACE-FIRST WITH A SICK ELEVATED DDT!!!!!

Another “OOOOOOHHHHH!!!” as Shane lies in a broken position atop the chair, and Orton lies on his back trying to catch his own breath and wipe the blood from his eyes. He struggles over and drags the chair away from under Shane, throwing it away, before rolling the motionless man over, staring into the crowd with a look of “It’s over”, before making the cover.

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…2…

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… THRE - NO!
SHANE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP YET AGAIN!!! The crowd explodes with cheers, but Orton’s head snaps up quickly, looking a hole through the hapless official with his sinister eyes. Rolling over onto his back though, Shane McMahon ensures that Chicago’s delight is short-lived, as the camera focuses in on his face, where he has been BUSTED WIDE OPEN even worse than Orton, and has blood streaming down his face in a very worrying amount, drawing gasps, groans and cries from the crowd. We even see a few shots of the youngster and females in the crowd covering their eyes at mouths at the gruesomeness of the sight.

Orton, now back in the driver’s seat again, clambers up to his feet, staring down at his bloody victim with the cold eyes of a psychopath. He slowly stalks over to where the steel chair lies and picks it up again, this time opening it up and setting it down in the middle of the ring. There are more boos and murmurs, as it is quite clear what the evil Legend Killer is planning. He drags the blinded and bloody Shane back up to his feet and leads him over to the ropes opposite the open chair. Just like on the announce table earlier, Randy wrap his arm around the neck and chin of Shane, setting his eyes firmly on the steel chair in the middle of the ring, and…

…GOES TO RKO SHANE MCMAHON THROUGH THE CHAIR … BUT SHANE COUNTERS … SHANE SHOVES ORTON … SENDING HIM CRASHING SPINE-FIRST THROUGH THE OPEN STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OOOOHHHH!!!” The chair crumples nastily under Orton’s spine, and The Legend Killer goes right through it!! The crowd roars, giving the resurgence of Shane McMahon the kind of respect it deserves. On one knee, McMahon blinks through his crimson mask, just trying to get some feeling back into his body, staring at the writhing Randy with wild eyes. With Orton down, a very, very tired, drained and damaged Shane takes hold of a similarly hurt Randy Orton and drags him over to the corner.

Dropping Randy into the corner, Shane props Orton up against the bottom turnbuckle in a seated position and slowly rolls back under the bottom rope. Throwing up the ring apron, Shane begins to feel around for something … finally pulling out … A TRASH CAN!!! Chicago lets out another tremendous ovation, realising just what Shane is going for. Mac tosses the weapon into the ring, before limping around the ring and rolling back inside. Shane takes a few seconds to get his breath back, and places the trash can against the face and chest area of The Legend Killer, before slowly hobbling across the ring, still clutching his ribs for dear life, and beginning to ascend the farthest turnbuckle. The fans are absolutely electric at this point, willing Shane onwards and upwards knowing what this daredevil is capable of.

Shane reaches the top finally, wincing with pain, and casts and long, hard, serious look across the ring at the broken body of Randy Orton lying across the ring. Taking a deep breath, he perches up high, once again with the arena and camera lights immortalising him on the granddaddy of them all, before SOARING THROUGH THE AIR AGAIN … COAST TO COAST … AND CONNECTS, SMASHING THE CAN RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF THE LEGEND KILLER!!!!!!!!!

“OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

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


Chicago loses its collective mind, as Michael Cole virtually has a seizure at ringside. As Orton’s body crumples lifelessly to his side, eyes closed, Shane crawls back towards him once again, and grabs The Legend Killer’s leg, dragging his lifeless corpse away from the ropes, and towards the centre of the ring. Seemingly everyone in the entire Allstate Arena wills the poor referee to hurry up, as Shane just crawls over Orton backwards, looking like he has saved his family’s career!!!

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THREE-
NO!!!!
ORTON KICKS OUT!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL???!!! Chicago reacts with complete shock!! Orton managed somehow to kick out!!! Shane’s eyes slowly close and his head drops in total anguish, unable to believe what just happened. He soon snaps out of it, gritting his teeth angrily and dragging himself back up with determination. Staggering around like a blind man, McMahon slides gingerly to the outside once more … throws up the apron one more time … and goes under the ring once again. The referee, having walked over to the ropes, stares at Shane with wide eyes … as Mac comes up … WITH TWO TRASH CANS THIS TIME!!!

The crowd cheers in anticipation once again, as Shane hurls one trash into the ring and takes the other around to where he was standing before, behind the turnbuckle. He props his trash can up against the bottom turnbuckle and rolls back inside the ring. The crowd is buzzing, as Shane seems to finally have an idea to put The Legend Killer away and takes hold of a seemingly lifeless Orton once again, dragging him by the underarms over to the corner. Shane places Randy against the trash can on the bottom turnbuckle, before picking up his own trash can and positioning it over Orton’s upper body.

Standing up, Shane gazes down at Orton, as if to say, “This time”. Shane ‘O Mac limps back across the ring for a second time, under the watchful gaze of his father and cheered on by the multitude of “SHANE-O-MAC” chants reverberating around the building. Running his hands down his bloody face, he exhales deeply, before climbing up the far turnbuckle one more time. He drags his body all the way up to the top, where he crosses himself slowly, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky, as HE FLIES THROUGH THE AIR AGAIN … COAST TO COAST FOR A SECOND TIME … BUT ORTON PULLS HIMSELF AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND … SHANE SLAMS INTO BOTH TRASH CANS … IN AN EXPLOSION OF CRUSHED STEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OH MY GAAAAAWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!”

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


The sound of Shane’s crash and burn was horrific, and the sight of him now is equally so, as he lies on his back, neck bent askew at a most unnatural angle, blood streaming from every part of his head and face. Across the ring, the fortunate Randy Orton sits against the far turnbuckle, barely able to stand himself, staring at what he just avoided with eyes of fire. The camera highlights the horrified women and children in attendance, as they cover up their faces in despair.

Using the ropes, Orton manages to drag his battered body back up to his feet, shaking his head from side to side, still clearly still feeling the effects of the Coast to Coast he took. His eyes though, never leave Shane McMahon. With all the precision of a serial killer, Orton begins to step towards his fallen enemy, ignoring the protests of the official, and dropping down to his knees, staring right into the face of McMahon. Obviously The Legend Killer sees what he was looking for, as he grabs hold of Shane’s arms and drags his frame back into the centre of the ring, dropping him down onto his front.

As Orton turns and stalks away to the corner once again, Shane blinks. His limbs begin to shake, as he starts to regain consciousness, using his forearms to push himself up, so that he head and upper-body are off the floor. All of a sudden, the way Shane is positioned, and the way Orton his standing, hugging the turnbuckle, stomping his boot like a psychotic bull, the horror of what The Legend Killer is planning becomes clear, and the crowd screams.

ORTON RACES FORWARDS … LOOKING TO PUNT SHANE MCMAHON INTO RETIREMENT … BUT HE STOPS???????

The crowd lets out a mixed gasp of relief and shock, as Orton’s evil boot halts in mid-air, and Shane slumps back down onto his chest. His eyes fixed on McMahon, it is impossible to tell what is running through Randy’s devious mind, as his lips and jaw twitches … and he drops down, rolling from the ring. The commentators brace themselves, but it to the timekeepers area, and namely to Tony Chimel, Lillian Garcia, Howard Finkel, and Michael Buffer, that Orton rushes. Snatching up The Fink by the collar of his tuxedo, Randy screams in his face, “GIMME’ A DAMN MICROPHONE!!!” Fink values his life, so hands one over quickly, and Orton tosses him back down, before turning back to the ring with the mic in hand.

Climbing back into the ring, Randy stares at Shane’s twitching body, as he raises the mic up to his lips.

Randy Orton:

(Breathing heavily)
SO THIS … THIS IS IT, HUH, SHANE???!!! THIS IS HOW THE MCMAHON LEGACY IS GONNA’ END???!!! JUST LIKE I TOLD YA’ IT WOULD … WITH YOU BLEEDING FROM EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY … EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY BROKEN … HOW DOES IT FEEL, SHANE … TO BE ALL ALONE??????!!!!!!!!


Stepping over Shane as though he were nothing but a very bloody and deathly hobo lying in the street, a manic, psychotic and egomaniacal Randy Orton heads towards the ropes, staring up the ramp towards the stage with wild eyes, waving his arms around like a madman.

Randy Orton:

(Screaming)
COME ON OUT THEN, VINCE!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YA’????????!!!! WHY DON’T YA’ SEND OUT HOGAN … OR AUSTIN … OR BRET HART … WHY DON’T YA’ SEND SOMEONE OUT TO SAVE YOUR ASS FROM RETIREMENT????????!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’VE GOT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MCMAHON’S HAVE GOT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE FAMILY IS DEEEEEDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WWE IS DEEEAAAAAADDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!













***HART ATTACK***



WHAT THE FUCK????????!!!!!!!! As the most famous guitar riff in professional wrestling hits throughout the arena, CHICAGO BLOWS THE MOTHERFUCKING ROOF, and Randy Orton’s eyes open wider than the Grand Canyon, as he drops the microphone and stares up the ramp, shaking his head from side to side; “… no … no”

BUT BRET ‘THE HITMAN’ HART STILL WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OH MY- I DON’T BELIEEEEEEEEVVVVVEEE IT!!!!!!!!”

“OH MY GAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!”


Michael Cole, Tazz, Joey Styles, Jim Ross, Jonathan Coachman, Howard Finkel, Michael Buffer, Lillian Garcia, Tony Chimel, the timekeeper, the referee, Hugo and Carlo, AND JUST ABOUT EVERY SON OF A BITCH IN THE BUILDING is on the edge of their seat, unable to believe who in god’s name is standing at the top of the ramp. Bret looks like it was only yesterday, clad in a pair of navy jeans, a black leather jacket, and a pair of dark tinted shades, looking cooler and more determined than ever, as he stares down at the ring.

Orton still looks like he has seen a ghost, unable to believe {like the rest of us} just what the hell Bret Hart is doing out here. But this is Randy Orton, this is ‘THE LEGEND KILLER’, and he quickly gets a grasp on the situation, his psychotic eyes boring into Hart, screaming at the top of his lungs, “C’MON THEN, OLD MAN!!!!!!” Bret does not even acknowledge the challenge, as, with ABSOLUTELY NO EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE WHATSOEVER, he folds his arms--

SHANE MCMAHON SUDDENLY REACHES UP BEHIND RANDY ORTON’S BACK, GRABBING HIS TRUNKS AND BRINGING HIM DOWN WITH A SURPRISE SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!!THREE!!!
Winner – SHANE MCMAHON @ 26:56.


SHANE DID IT!!! THE MCMAHON LEGACY CONTINUES!!! RANDY ORTON WILL NEVER HAVE A TITLE SHOT … AGAIN!!! With HIS music still blaring throughout the arena, Bret Hart turns on his heel, not even looking at Shane, Orton, or the crowd, as he storms to the back, leaving everyone to stare after him in total wonder.

Joey Styles:
OH MY GAAAWWWWDDDDD!!!!!

Michael Cole:
YES, SHANE ‘O MAC DID IT!!! WHERE THE HELL DID- BRET HART????!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS- WAS HE DOING OUT HERE???!!!!!

Tazz:
You damn skippy, Cole!! I am so happy for Shane and Vince – Stephanie and Linda too – BUT I GOT NO CLUE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!!!!!!


Bret reaches the curtain and doesn’t even stop for one measly second. Instead ‘The Hitman’ just marches straight through the curtain without blinking, leaving The Allstate Arena chanting his name at the top of their lungs. Back in the ring, Randy Orton is sat on his haunches, still unable to believe what just happened, still staring up the ramp with a look of pure, unadulterated fury in his eyes.

Behind him, Orton is not even looking at Shane McMahon, as the referee {several officials in fact} help the young man back up to his feet and help him from the ring. Shane’s face is a picture; behind the blood and pain, there is a look of total and utter confusion, looking up the ramp too at the scene left behind by Bret Hart. The two officials manage to help McMahon back up the ramp, taking an arm each, as Chicago gives him a standing ovation, and The Legend Killer watches on coldly.

Inside the ring, the referee helps Randy Orton up to his feet, as The Legend Killer shunned any and all medical assistance when they came down to the ring. Orton stands in the middle of the ring, a look of confusion on his face, as though he still can’t quite come to terms with what just happened. The reaction from the fans {with it being Chicago} is much more positive that one would expect.


Joey Styles:
I know you both dislike that man intensely, gentlemen, and with good reason, but I don’t think there’s anyone out there who can deny that was one incredible performance from The Legend Killer. He came within a heartbeat of ending The McMahon Legacy in the WWE and without his own ego getting in the way; you have to think he probably would have got it done.

Michael Cole:
You’re absolutely right, Joey. Orton was dominant here tonight, showing why he is one of the best alive today, until Vince got involved. But he lost. One has to now wonder, just what is next for Randy Orton?? Per the pre-match stipulation, he will NEVER AGAIN receive a championship match in this company, and for such a power hungry and unstable superstar as The Legend Killer, will he be able to live with that??


Still standing in the middle of the ring, Orton slowly puts his hands on his head, the realisation of what this means for his career suddenly dawning on him, The mixed reaction continues to fill the arena, though leaning much more towards heat, as Orton steps backwards … before spinning around and taking the referee down with a thunderous clothesline!!

This gets initial heat, but the smarks in the crowd soon take over and cheer Orton’s callousness. The Legend Killer staggers around the ring, still trying to come to terms with everything … and so instead drags the ref back up to his feet and drills him with a VICIOUS RKO!!! Another thunderous mixed reaction fills The Allstate Arena, but the ice cold Orton could not care less, as, still in a rage, he exits the ring and prowls back up the ramp, a menacing glare on his face.


Jim Ross:
Despite what that no good Randy Orton does, an amazing achievement from Shane McMahon here tonight and my hat goes off to him. BUT BRET ‘HITMAN’ HART IS BACK!!!! My god; It’s been an unbelievable night so far here in Chicago regardless of what we just witnessed, folks, and it all started last night at the 2006 Hall of Fame ceremony.


***


A video package plays, recounting the events of the 2006 Hall of Fame induction ceremony which took place last night in Chicago.

“Mean” Gene Okerlund is the first man inducted into the Hall of Fame, inducted by his long-time friend, whom he has shared many a memorable interview with, Hollywood Hulk Hogan. Both men get a standing ovation, with Hogan even turning the tables and conducting an interview with Gene , before “Mean” finishes up with a “Whatcha gonna’ do??” to applause.

Afterwards, Sensational Sherri is inducted by Ted DiBiase.

Verne Gagne is inducted by Greg Gagne.

The Blackjacks, Mulligan and Lanza, are inducted by the hilarious Bobby “The Brain” Heenan, who gets the biggest laughs of the night.

“Mr. USA” Tony Atlas is inducted by S.D. Jones.

Bret “Hitman” Hart {no shit} is inducted to a phenomenal ovation by his long-time friend and rival “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. Bret dedicates the honour to his mother, to his father, and to his brother Owen, who, he says, without him there would never have been a “Hitman” and there never would have been any Hart Foundation.

Finally, Rey Mysterio and Chavo Guerrero come out, receiving the largest ovation of all, as they proceed to induct the late, great Eddie Guerrero into the HoF. To avoid a sad occasion, both Chavo and Rey tell many jokes the good times they had with Eddie in all the years they spent with him in the business, before Eddie’s wife, Vickie, accepts the honour on his behalf. The ceremony closes with the “EDDIE” chants filling the building.



Back to ringside.


Howard Finkel waits in the in the ring looking very dapper in a lovely tuxedo, microphone in hand.



Howard Finkel:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the 2006 Class of the WWE Hall of Fame!!
(Crowd cheers) … “Mean” … Gene … Okerlund!!

“Mean” Gene Okerlund strolls out onto the stage looking as smart as ever, accompanied by the lovely Torrie Wilson. Gene gives Torrie a twirl and gives the crowd a little wave, getting a very nice pop.

Howard Finkel:
“Sensational” Sherri!!

Sherri walks out with her husband to another respectable round of applause.

Howard Finkel:
Verne Gagne!!

Verne Gagne makes his entrance accompanied by Candice Michelle to a good pop.

Howard Finkel:
Mulligan and Lanza … The Blackjacks!!

The Blackjacks strut out, waving to the crowd with a smiling Maria in the middle.

Howard Finkel:
“Mr. USA” Tony Atlas!!

Kristal Marshall escorts Tony Atlas out onto the stage to another warm reception.

Howard Finkel:
BRET … “THE HITMAN” … HART!!!

An absolutely staggering and THUNDEROUS ovation, as NO ONE appears unsurprisingly, but the crowd still chants ‘The Hitman’s’ name anyway.

Howard Finkel:
EDDIE … GUERRERO!!!

Chavo Guerrero and Rey Mysterio {both men still limping} accompany Eddie’s wife, Vickie Guerrero, out onto the stage. All three of them seem overwhelmed by the ovation given in tribute to the late, great Eddie Guerrero by the Chicago fans, as they wave high, the “EDDIE” chants still booming out.

Howard Finkel:
Ladies and gentlemen … the WWE Hall of Fame, class … of 2006!!

The Allstate Arena cheers suitably, as the HOF’s all wave happily.


Michael Cole:
Well, congratulations to all of our Hall of Famers for 2006; they are sure to go down in the annals of this great sport, but coming up next, one sure-fire Hall of Famer puts his career on the line against a man who doesn’t even think that the Hall of Fame would be good enough for him.

Jim Ross:
It’s the greatest of all time against one of the greatest in the current era; it’s “The Nature Boy” versus “The Wrestling God”; Ric Flair versus JBL in rivalry that has become deeply, deeply personal. This all began back in January at the Royal Rumble, but in the months since then it’s become clear that it is about much … much … more….


***


JBL-Flair Video Package:

- The VP starts off slowly, a dark, blank screen slowly lighting up to reveal ‘The Nature Boy’ himself standing in the dark before the white and silver rain, as ‘I Dare You’ by Shinedown begins to play.

“Hello, let me introduce you to … The characters in the show”

- Clips of the legend himself at the beginning of his career, as he engages in some of the most incredible matches of all time with the likes of Harley Race and Dusty Rhodes.

“One says yes, one says no … Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive”

- Clips of Flair during his spell with the greatest group in the history of professional wrestling, The Four Horsemen.

Ric Flair: I’m the dealer!! Ya’ know why???

“Even in madness, I know you still believe … Paint me on canvas so I become … What you could never be”

Ric Flair: (Holds up NWA title) ‘CAUSE THIS SAYS SO!!!

- Clips of the unbelievable trilogy of matches between Flair and Ricky ‘The Dragon’ Steamboat, ending with Naitch’s victory at WrestleWar ’89.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … Wear my soul and call me a liar”

- That famous shot of Flair having his hand raised at the end of the contest.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me … I dare you to”

- Clips of Naitch bleeding like the proverbial stuck-pig in some of his more ‘Hardcore’ matches with the likes of Race, Funk, Vader, and even in later years with Triple H, Undertaker, and Randy Orton.

Ric Flair: Ya’ know what they say?? Once you’ve been for a ride on Space Mountain, you never, WOOO, EVER go … BACK!! HA HA!!!

“Hello, are you still chasing … The memories in shadows”

- Clips of Flair in his first ever WWF run, getting in the face of the likes of Hogan, Piper and Taker, before finally winning the WWF Championship after a 59-minute stint in the ’92 Royal Rumble match.

“Some stay young, some grow old … Come alive, there are thoughts unclear … You can never hide”

- Kind of skipping over Flair’s WCW days with only a few clips of him battling Hogan, Sting, Hart and Savage, the VP kind of fast-forwards more to modern Naitch, showing him surrounded by his Evolution buddies, Hunter, Orton and Batista.

“Even in madness, I know you still believe … Paint me on canvas so I become … What you could never be”

- Clips of Flair LEADING Evolution to its epic success from ’03 to ’05, with Hunter holding onto the WHC constantly with Naitch by his side calling the shots, until the footage descends into their bloody battles at Taboo Tuesday and S’ Series ’05.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … Wear my soul and call me a liar”

- Clips of the bright start to 2006 for Ric Flair, with a live speech on Monday Night Raw in his hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina.

Ric Flair: It all started right here for the career of Ric Flair …

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me …I dare you to”

Ric Flair: … so it’s only right that it all starts here once again for The Nature-

John Bradshaw Layfield: I AM THE MAN!!!

- The clips get slightly choppy and fade in colour, as we head into the 2006 Royal Rumble, where the sneering face of JBL fills the screen.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Take … the hint, Ric. Hang up the boots and leave this business to the real legends …

“Hello … Hello ... I dare you to tell me to walk through fire”

- BAM~!!! JBL assaults Flair during the Rumble match, bloodying him.

John Bradshaw Layfield: … like me.

- Clips of JBL running his mouth on both SD! and Raw in the weeks after the RR, with Flair seemingly out for good.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Your time is OVER, Ric. Nobody cares about ‘The Nature Boy’ … they care about me!!! They care about …

“Wear my soul and call me a liar … I dare you to tell me to walk through fire … I dare you to tell me …”

John Bradshaw Layfield: … THE WRESTLING … GAWDDD!!!!!!!!

“… I dare you to”

- Flair makes his triumphant return at No Way Out, and after that, the WrestleMania match between the two veterans is set in stone, with JBL adding a little flavour to the mix.

John Bradshaw Layfield: I don’t just wanna’ beat you, Ric …

“Hello ... Hello ...”

John Bradshaw Layfield: … I WANT YOUR DAMN CAREER!!!!

“I dare you to tell me”

Ric Flair: YOU GOT IT!!!!

- Clips of JBL and his Cabinet insulting the Cabinet, before being run out of town by the group and a host of other superstars at SNME, with JBL swearing revenge.

Ric Flair: (Whispering) To be ‘The Man’…

“I dare you to”

John Bradshaw Layfield: (Whispering) You bring ‘The Man’…

- Clips of both men’s World title reigns and other successes.

Ric Flair: (Whispering) … you gotta’ BEAT ‘The Man’.

“I dare you to tell me”

John Bradshaw Layfield: (Whispering) … and I will BEAT ‘The Man’.

- Final shot of Flair and JBL face-to-face on the final SD! before W’Mania.

“I dare you to”




***


After the Video Package, we cut backstage to where Todd Grisham is standing by with a microphone in hand.


Todd Grisham:
Ladies and gentlemen … joining me at this time … “The Nature Boy” Ric Flair.

Chicago gives a HUGE pop, as ole’ Naitch himself, Ric Flair, enters the frame, looking focused, adorned in a beautiful ruby robe.

Todd Grisham:
Ric, in mere moments you will be facing JBL in a match where – should you lose – you must retire. What can you do to stop that??

Ric Flair:
What can I do??

Flair ‘ponders’ this for a few moments, a smirk forming on his face.

Ric Flair:

(Smirking)
…Anything … I have to.


Slick Ric smiles and turns away, and Todd turns back to the camera – but Flair suddenly steps back into the shot!!

Ric Flair:
WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

The electric crowd goes insane in the background, as Naitch finally saunters off, looking focused and prepared ahead of his momentously important match up – leaving Grisham with a smile on his face. As we cut away.


***


Back in the arena, Lillian Garcia and Tony Chimel wait in the middle of the ring.


Lillian Garcia:
The following is an inter-promotional match … set for one fall … and if Ric Flair loses … HE MUST RETIRE!!!

A very mixed reaction from the crowd, with the majority excited by the huge match up, but at the same time, fearful, until…


*STOCK MARKET BELLS*



***LONGHORN***

Boos pour down from the rafters of the Allstate Arena, as the entrance ramp slowly lifts up into the air, and the infamous white limousine pulls out into the arena. The driver quickly nips out and heads around to the back, where he opens the door, revealing the man himself, John Bradshaw Layfield.

The former WWE Champion glances around the arena, as the heat pours in. Dressed in his white hat, and black workout top, Bradshaw raises his arms into the air to even more boos. There is no smile on the face of JBL tonight, as he looks all business, not even bothering with the Texas Two-Step as he approaches the ring.



Tony Chimel:
Introducing first … representing Friday Night SmackDown! … from NEW YORK CITY … weighing in tonight at 287 pounds … he is a former WWE Champion … JOOOOHHHHHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD … J - B - L!!!


Bradshaw climbs up the steps and enters the ring, looking oddly naked tonight without the Cabinet by his side. The “Wrestling God” steps up the turnbuckle and takes off his hat, his arms spread wide and his eyes closed with ecstasy, as he absorbs the moment.

Michael Cole:
What really needs to be said about this man? JBL was the longest reigning WWE Champion in the HISTORY of SmackDown. He’s beaten the likes of Booker T, The Undertaker, Kurt Angle, Big Show, John Cena, Chris Benoit, Batista, Rey Mysterio, and even the late, great Eddie Guerrero. But as of late, that just hasn’t been enough for the self-proclaimed ‘Wrestling God’…

Tazz:
You ain’t kidding, Cole. JBL wants to be ‘THE MAN’ around here, and, well, we all know that the only way to be the man, is to beat the man, and that is Ric Flair. I mean, JBL tried to take Naitch out at the Rumble – but I just think that Bradshaw might just have little bit too much for The Nature Boy of 2006 tonight.


“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”



***ALSO SPRACH ZARATHUSTRA***

The crowd erupts with one of the most explosive reactions of the night, as The Nature Boy himself, Ric Flair steps out onto the stage, dressed sharply in one of his beautiful red robes. Holding his arms out, Flair does a little turn for the crowd, before sucking it in and heading down to the ring for what could very well be the last time ever.



Lillian Garcia:
And introducing his opponent … from Charlotte, North Carolina … weighing in at 240 pounds … the SIX - TEEN TIME HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … THE NATURE BOY … RIC FLAIR!!!!


Naitch steps up onto the apron and the referee all too willingly hold the rope up for him, whilst JBL watches on from across the ring, a sinister sneer plastered on his face. Flair walks to the middle of the ring and twirls slowly on the spot once more; savouring the wonderful response Chicago is giving him. After a quick “WOOOO”, Naitch removes his robe and hands it through the ropes to the timekeeper.


Jim Ross:
Would you just listen to this ovation??!! This Chicago crowd is showing the greatest wrestler of all time just the kind of respect that he deserves. But could this be the last time that we ever see The Nature Boy walk that aisle? I hope … I PRAY … that it isn’t.

Jonathan Coachman:
I hope that Ric Flair has a big suitcase, because he’s going to need one to fit all those robes in on his journey home to Charlotte!! Face it, J.R, this just isn’t the Nature Boy of the Eighties, this is the Ric Flair of the twenty-first century, and he just doesn’t have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with a Wrestling God like JBL anymore!! It’s over!!!

After getting rid of his robe, Flair steps towards the centre of the ring, whilst JBL does much of the same thing across the ring, passing his jacket, hat and towel through the ropes, before walking forwards and going eye-to-eye with The Nature Boy.


***Bell Rings***


The Nature Boy vs. The Wrestling God:
Ric Flair vs. John Bradshaw Layfield

{If Ric Flair loses, he must retire}

The two men stand in the centre of the ring, nose-to-nose, neither man flinching, as the cameras flash in the background, and the crowd continues to go wild. Considering the stakes, Flair seems surprisingly calm, gazing at JBL with that familiar confidence, as Bradshaw shakes his head from side to side, mouthing, “It’s over, Ric.” The referee finally manages to back them both up, and JBL treads slowly backwards towards his corner, whilst Naitch bounces off the ropes to get the limbs fired up.

The rivals step towards one another again, this time poised, arms outstretched, looking for an opening or a way in. They almost touch hands … but Flair suddenly whips his hands back through his hair with a huge smirk in JBL’s face … BUT BRADSHAW SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF THE NATURE BOY’S MOUTH!! Tremendous heat echoes all around the Allstate Arena, as Flair stumbles backwards slightly clutching his mouth. Sneering, JBL stamps his foot in the middle of the ring, yelling at Naitch to bring his ass down.

Nodding slowly, the legendary Nature Boy does not need asking twice, as he comes right back to the centre of the ring, snapping together with Bradshaw in a fierce collar and elbow tie up. The two men jostle for position momentarily, but it does not last long, as JBL quickly slips down and applies the Side Headlock to Flair. Holding onto Naitch’s neck, Bradshaw glowers into the crowd, as Flair continues to struggle.

JBL releases again, and this times switches around behind Naitch with a Hammerlock. Flair hits his free arm against his chest, working himself up, before jogging in a neat semi-circle and ducking down, popping up behind Bradshaw with a clever reversal into his own Hammerlock. JBL swings around as well, but Flair quickly takes him over with a Side Headlock Takedown, maintaining the headlock, with Layfield’s shoulder down on the canvas. 1 … JBL quickly rolls his shoulder up, but Naitch still has the Headlock in place. Bradshaw rolls over backwards, this time pinning Flair’s shoulder down. 1 … The Nature Boy rolls out of it and staggers back up to his feet, still holding onto the headlock.

JBL slowly backs himself into the ropes, before shoving Flair across the ring into the adjacent ropes, finally breaking the headlock … but Naitch wraps his arms around the top rope, stopping himself from coming back. The crowd cheers, as Bradshaw stamps his foot in frustration once again, and Flair calmly taps the side of his head, letting JBL know he has his number. The Nature Boy gives Chicago another “WOOOO”, licking his lips with anticipation, before heading back to the middle of the ring.

Slowly, a simmering Wrestling God storms back to the centre of the canvas as well, and JBL and Flair come together with another collar and elbow tie up. Easily overpowering The Nature Boy, Bradshaw snatches him up in another Side Headlock, sneering with exertion as he does so. Flair quickly shoves Layfield away into the ropes … but JBL just runs right through Naitch with a stiff Shoulder Block! The crowd groans, as Flair goes down hard, and a fuming Bradshaw just walks right up to the ropes and holds his hands aloft to heat.

Completely ignoring his opponent, JBL just smirks into the audience … before turning around to see that Ric Flair is already back up to his feet, fists up, telling The Wrestling God to “C’MON!” Layfield does not need asking twice, as he shakes his head furiously and heads right back for Flair. Showing no fear, the 57-year-old Nature Boy locks up with Bradshaw for the third time in the contest! Once again, it does not last long, as JBL applies the Side Headlock.

Naitch gets some blows to Bradshaw’s gut, before thrusting him away into the ropes. Layfield shoots back and takes Flair down with another hard Shoulder Block, but this time he keeps his eyes firmly on the veteran and charges backwards off the ropes. Naitch quickly rolls over onto his stomach and JBL neatly skips over the top of him, coming back off the opposite ropes … RIGHT INTO A HIP TOSS FROM FLAIR!!

The crowd roars, as JBL staggers back up to his feet furiously, turning around and racing back in … RIGHT INTO A TRADEMARK KNIFE EDGE CHOP!! Bradshaw is taken off his feet by the sickening blow, as the crowd “WOOOOOS”. The former WWE Champion quickly scurries towards the bottom rope for safety, clutching at his chest and looking up at Ric Flair with surprise. Naitch stands in the centre of the ring, smirking away, and even doing The Strut, much to the chagrin of Layfield, who gets back up to his feet quickly.

Flair and JBL come together once more with a collar and elbow tie up, but this times Bradshaw does not mess about, as he drives Naitch all the way back into the corner. Smothering Flair with his arms and elbows, JBL tries to gain the advantage in the corner, as the referee tries to pull off. Layfield holds his hands in the air innocently, obeying the referee’s commands … before going for a cheap shot … but Flair has it well scouted and throws Bradshaw into the corner, LIGHTING HIM UP WITH A FLURRY OF CHOPS!!!

Chicago comes alive, as JBL is rocked against the turnbuckle, his chest turning a horrible shade of purple with each blow. Flair pulls back for another shot, as a gasping JBL looks on … and catches Naitch with a thumb to the eye!! The crowd boos, as Flair falters, momentarily blinded, enabling Bradshaw to drop him down to the canvas with a huge right hand!! JBL stands over the fallen Nature Boy, eyes blazing, whilst the referee berates him for the use of the thumb to the eye and the closed fist. Bradshaw completely ignores the official and drags Flair back up to his feet, before nailing him with another heavy shot, sending the veteran crashing back down!

His power game now beginning to set in, JBL brings Naitch up and shoves him into the corner, before really going to work on the legend, drilling him with all manner of stiff right hands and rasping Chops of his own, each one thumping against Flair violently … BUT NAITCH COMES BACK WITH A CHOP OF HIS OWN!! The sickening smack of flesh echoes around the arena, and Bradshaw’s eyes momentarily bulge out of his head, before he slugs Flair right in the mouth once again – but Naitch Chops him right back! JBL’s cheeks bulge as he struggles to hold in his cry of pain, before going for another shot … but Flair gets their first!

The Nature Boy comes out of the corner with everything he has, Chops and jabs from a left and a right, backing The Wrestling God out of the corner and across the ring into the ropes. Grabbing hold of Bradshaw’s arm, Flair goes for the Irish Whip, but JBL easily overpowers the veteran and reverses it, sending Naitch into the ropes … FLATTENING FLAIR WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Naitch goes down hard, holding his face in pain, as Bradshaw storms off the ropes and crashes down across Flair’s head with a stiff Elbow!!

Flair convulses slightly, holding his head, and rolls over onto his front. JBL is back on his feet quickly though, and comes off the ropes once again, dropping his Elbow right down into the base of Naitch’s skull this time!! Flair grabs the back of his in agony, as JBL remains seated on his knees, staring into the crowd with a look of sadistic pleasure on his face. The American Hero snatches a handful of Flair’s peroxide blonde hair and yanks him back up to his feet. Leading Naitch over to the corner, JBL slams his head into the top turnbuckle, before hammering away on The Nature Boy with some more stiff shots.

Bradshaw throws a right hand … but Flair comes right back with a stinging Knife Edge Chop! The crowd “WOOOOOS”, as JBL gasps, and Naitch comes out of the corner with some more shots, jabbing with lefts and right, before Chopping Bradshaw all the way against the ropes. With Layfield’s chest a sickly scarlet, Flair quickly takes his arm and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Bradshaw comes off the ropes, and Naitch lowers his head for a Back Body Drop … but he lowers it too early … JBL COUNTERS WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! Flair’s head slams into the canvas, and Bradshaw quickly hooks both legs for a cover.

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NO!
The Allstate Arena goes wild for Ric Flair, who rolls backwards in a desperate attempt to recover. JBL makes it back up quickly, showing his desperation to end this thing early, as he pulls Naitch up once more. Wrapping his arm around Flair’s head once more … BRADSHAW DRILLS HIM WITH A SECOND SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!! Naitch’s head snaps up on impact, before flopping back down, as JBL makes another cover.

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NO!
Flair kicks out again, though this time his hands reach straight to his neck. Bradshaw glowers at the referee, before stomping back up to his feet. Pulling a helpless Nature Boy up with him. Holding the veteran by the hair, JBL slams into Naitch into yet another corner and punches him straight in the mouth!! The crowd howls with dismay, and the match official berates Bradshaw for the overt use of the closed fist. Layfield simply laughs the man off and steps back in … ANOTHER CHOP FROM FLAIR!! JBL staggers backwards with a grunt, as the crowd cheers Naitch on. Flair battles out of a corner for the third time in the contest, simply refusing to die, refusing to let his career end tonight, as he comes at The American Hero with rights, lefts, and several more crackling Knife Edge Chops!!

JBL looks almost drunk, such is the ferocity with which Flair has been striking him with Chops. The Nature Boy desperately backs him against the ropes, before taking his arm and going for the Irish Whip. Bradshaw manages to reverse it though, sending Naitch off the ropes. Flair races back and leaps up into the air - JBL CATCHES NAITCH!! The crowd boos, but Layfield smirks, as he holds a helpless Nature Boy in his arms, stepping forwards … BEFORE HURLING FLAIR UP AND BACKWARDS OVER HIS HEAD WITH A BRUTAL FALL AWAY SLAM!!! A groan goes up from the crowd, as Flair writhes around on his injured back, and JBL falls down for a cover.

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…2...
NO!
Not this time! Flair still has some fight left in him, as he kicks out. JBL stands up and gets right in the face of the referee, demanding to know how that was not a three count. The official does not let himself be bullied by Bradshaw though and gives him a stern talking to, which makes Layfield shake his head and scowl. The Wrestling God turns back around to where Flair is just back up to his knees, and JBL waits, poised. Naitch barely staggers back up to a vertical base with his back to JBL, and Bradshaw charges off the ropes … HE GOES FOR THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL … BUT FLAIR DUCKS AND ROLLS JBL UP WITH A SCHOOL BOY!!!
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JBL kicks out wildly after a very long two count! Bradshaw is back on his feet immediately and he stomps on the back of Flair’s head angrily, stunned that he almost lost the match out of nowhere there. The crowd sits back down; disappointed that The Nature Boy was not victorious on that occasion. Layfield pulls Naitch back onto his feet, taking him by the arm, and shooting his into the ropes. Flair rebounds right back, but JBL quickly snatches him up IN THE SLEEPER HOLD!!

More groans go up from the Chicago crowd, as JBL cuts The Nature Boy off with one of the oldest submission manoeuvres in the book. Using his height, weight and strength advantage, Bradshaw cinches to the hold in well, applying real pressure to the aging Flair, whose face begins to turn a terrible shade of red, his eyes rolling back up into his head. Layfield smiles manically, as Naitch continues to fade, his arms drooping by his sides, and he collapses down to one knee.

The referee comes to check on Flair who does not seem to have much more fight left, and so the referee takes hold of the arm of The Nature Boy. He lifts him arm up and it falls back down limp as a snake, with JBL letting out a small “Yes”. The referee lifts Naitch’s hand up a second time and … it falls down to his side a second time. A “NATURE BOY” chant starts up around the arena, prompting Bradshaw to seethe with rage. The referee returns once more and lifts the hand up a third time - Ric Flair’s career hanging in the balance, as … IT FALLS … but Naitch suddenly snatches it back up, showing the fight that still lives inside The Nature Boy!!

Forcing himself back up to his feet, Flair battles back against JBL’s Sleeper Hold, driving his elbows into the ribs of The Wrestling God, before ducking down … LIFTING BRADSHAW INTO THE AIR AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN WITH A BACK SUPLEX!! The crowd roars loudly, as JBL convulses on the canvas, clutching his spine, and a groggy Flair tries desperately to recover. Both men are down on the canvas though, as the referee begins the count. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … Naitch pulls himself up using the ropes and staggers towards the corner, with JBL doing the same thing.

JBL advances on Flair in the corner, but The Nature Boy quickly gets his boot up, catching Layfield in the mid drift. Bradshaw tries to come back with a right hand, but every single time he goes for one, Naitch beats it to him. The tenacious sixteen time World Champion slugs JBL with shots, backing him right across the ring once again. Flair rears back and smacks Layfield across the chest with yet another Knife Edge Chop, knocking him into the ropes. The crowd is wildly behind Naitch right now, as he looks to not only teach JBL a lesson at WrestleMania … but also save the greatest career of all time.

Grabbing Layfield by the arm, Flair goes for the Irish Whip, but Bradshaw manages to reverse it, shooting Naitch off into the ropes. Flair comes back and JBL lunges with a Clothesline … but Naitch ducks underneath it and comes to a stop. Bradshaw spins around and Flair quickly boots him in the gut, doubling the former WWE Champion over. Suddenly Naitch snatches Layfield’s arm in a double underhook position, and the crowd goes absolutely berserk. At ringside, J.R screams that there is absolutely no way that Flair’s back will allow him to hit this manoeuvre on a 287-pound man like JBL. But Ric Flair sucks it up … HE GETS BRADSHAW UP … SOMEHOW BRINGING HIM CRASHING OVER WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!!!!!!

Chicago explodes, as both Layfield and Flair lie in a heap on the canvas. Naitch looks completely drained after that manoeuvre, and JBL sits bolt upright, clutching his lower back in pain and crawling towards the corner. Just as Layfield manages to drag himself up to his feet, Flair staggers over to him, lighting him up with a rugged Knife Edge Chop, even throwing a “WOOOOO” out to all of the fans in attendance. The crowd cheers wildly for The Nature Boy, as Bradshaw cries out in pain, and Naitch quickly goes for the Irish Whip. JBL quickly reverses it though, hurling Flair across the ring into the far corner.

Layfield charges in hurriedly, but the Dirtiest Player in the Game is waiting for him and catches him with a reverse elbow right to the face. JBL staggers away clutching his face, and Flair … CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE!! Chicago can hardly believe it, as the 57-year old veteran ascends to the very top turnbuckle, seemingly pulling out all of the stops in order to save his career tonight. Bradshaw turns around, and FLAIRS DROPS THE AXE HANDLE FROM THE TOP RIGHT ONTO HIS HEAD!!! The crowd spurs The Nature Boy on, as he follows up with a quick cover.
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Bradshaw kicks out barely! The Allstate Arena lets out a collective sigh, but Flair does not seem to be letting it faze him too much, as he clambers back up to his feet, and brushes his shaggy blonde hair back. The Nature Boy lets out a loud “WOOOO”, before slowly bouncing off the ropes and leaping up high, DROPPING HIS KNEE RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF JBL!! Layfield rolls around quickly, hands over his face, staggering back up to his feet at the same time, though extremely groggily. Poised against the ropes, Naitch quickly lunges from behind and takes out Bradshaw’s left knee WITH A CHOP BLOCK!!!

JBL’s leg buckles and he stumbles down to the canvas, as the crowd buzzes, seeing The Nature Boy at his methodically and surgical best. Clutching his hamstring and knee desperately, Layfield limbs across the ring in a vain attempt to get away, BUT FLAIR TAKES HIS KNEE OUT WITH A SECOND CHOP BLOCK!! Bradshaw crumples down to the mat and the crowd rises to their feet, as a game Nature Boy grabs JBL’s left leg, standing on his right one with his own foot, and lets out a loud “WOOOOO” to the delight of all watching. Flair then steps over, looking to spin around FOR THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK … BUT BRADSHAW KICKS NAITCH IN THE BACK, SENDING HIM INTO THE CORNER!!

The Wrestling God ignores the boos of the fans and struggles back up to his feet, still appearing very awkward on his legs. Shaking away the cobwebs, Flair charges out from the corner … but Bradshaw manages to boot him hard in the gut! Naitch doubles over, and JBL shoves his head between his legs, quickly throwing his arm into the air as a show of what is to come. Layfield grabs hold of Flair’s body, trying to lift him up … GETS HIM INTO THE AIR, LOOKING FOR A POWERBOMB … but Naitch fights it and drops back down, grabbing hold of JBL’s knee … HE LIFTS BRADSHAW UP BY THE LEGS AND NAILS THE SHINBREAKER!!! JBL lands flat on his back, but cannot even get to his injured legs, as Flair still has hold of it, and wraps himself around it … FALLING BACK TO APPLY THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Allstate Arena comes to its feet for the most famous submission of all time. Bradshaw has never felt this move before and immediately begins to flap around wildly in pain, as Flair cinches in the devastating hold. Trapped in the centre of the ring, JBL is a long way away from the ropes, and can barely summon enough power to drag himself there. Naitch screws his face up with intensity, whilst the fans cheer the sixteen time World Champion on. Layfield contorts his face in agony and drops down to the canvas, allowing his shoulders to settle, which the referee sees. 1 … 2 … NO! Bradshaw sits up quickly, face still red with pain, having nearly cost himself the match up right there.

Flair wrenches back on the legs of the former WWE Champion, but amazingly the arrogant superstar refuses to surrender. The crowd and Flair flounder in utter dismay, as JBL actually begins to drag himself towards the bottom rope once again. The commentators put over that Bradshaw is no small man, standing at Sic Feet Six, and has to use his power to drag himself across the mat. JBL shakes his head from side to side, eyes bulging out with the sheer pain that is being inflicted on him. Gasping for air, Bradshaw leans backwards; stretching out as long as his long arms will allow him … reaches for the rope and …
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REACHES OUT EVEN MORE … AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! Thunderous boos ring out around the Allstate Arena, as JBL manages to survive the Figure Four Leg Lock. Bradshaw lies against the bottom rope, hugging it dearly, though his face is still screwed up in pain. In the middle of the ring, Flair lies on his back, visibly drained from the whole ordeal, as he begins to struggle over towards the ropes. The Nature Boy, with the crowd still cheering him on, pulls himself up the ropes across the ring from JBL, who is also back on his feet. Flair suddenly bursts across the ring towards JBL … but Bradshaw ducks under the swipe … and comes off the ropes … FLAIR TURNS … LAYFIELD NAILS HIM WITH THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

FLAIR – IS – DONE!!! The sixteen time World Champion lies in a crumpled heap in the middle of the ring, having almost been decapitated by the thunderous blow from JBL. The Allstate Arena has almost been plunged into total silence, with the camera panning around to show many sat with their hands over their faces, as one of the greatest careers of all time comes to an end. Lying on his stomach, JBL is unable to make it up to his feet, and so has to crawl gingerly across the canvas in order to drape a weary arm over The Nature Boy. The referee scuttles over, not noticing where Naitch’s limp arm has fallen. His career – IS – OVER!!!

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{ORLANDO JORDAN suddenly vaults over the crowd barrier}
…2…

{OJ runs past, knocking Flair’s arm off the rope!!!}


!!!THREE!!!
The crowd explodes into some of the most ungodly heat one is ever likely to hear AS JBL WINS!!!!!! AND RIC FLAIR’S 35-YEAR CAREER IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: AND THE MAN TO RETIRE THE NATURE BOY RIC FLAIR, JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD at 16:03!!!!


Reminiscent of the scenes after he defeated Eddie Guerrero for the WWE Championship two years ago, JBL slowly raises both of his hands into the air, eyes closed in pure ecstasy, as ‘Longhorn’ hits once again throughout the arena, and the crowd boos the living hell out of him, even starting to flood the ring with debris {paper cups etc.}!!! Jordan is back in the crowd {who look as though they are about to maul him}, applauding his boss loudly.

Michaels Cole:
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!! John Bradshaw Layfield has just ended the career of the greatest wrestler of all time. NOT LIKE THIS!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

Tazz:
Oh my god, Cole, this place is going absolutely nuts. They do not like this result at all, and I gotta’ agree with ‘em. Can’t have Naitch go out like this!!!!


As JBL worships himself in the ring, completely oblivious to all else in the vicinity of our Solar System, two more officials come charging down the ramp with furious expressions on their faces. The referee, Charles Robinson, walks over to the ropes and holds up his hands, asking, “What’s going on?” The officials talk quickly, yelling at Robinson and motioning to the ropes; Robinson’s gaze darkens immediately.

The ref walks over to Bradshaw, who tiredly lets out one of his toothy grins, as he struggles back up to his feet, holding arms in the air … and the ref reaches up … and pulls his hands down!!!! JBL looks at the ref as though he just spat on his mother’s grave, but the official just steps aside, steps towards the ropes and…


CALLS FOR THE MATCH TO CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AS THEY HEAR THE BELL RING, THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH THE LARGEST POP OF THE NIGHT!!!!!!! JBL’s head just drops instantly, lying in his hands with a mixture of fatigue and disappointment; whilst amongst the crowd, Orlando Jordan’s broad smile suddenly vanishes. Slowly, the expression on Bradshaw’s face turns to one of disgust … and he turns his head towards the referee. Stumbling back up to his feet, Layfield advances on the official, screaming, “I’M THE WINNER DAMMIT!” The referee shows JBL his badge and warns him off, but The Wrestling God is almost in tears with anguish, prompting Bradshaw to shove the official across the ring.

JBL turns back around to where Ric Flair on his hands and knees, leaving the referee across the ring, and grabs a handle of his blonde hair, dragging him up to his feet … LOW BLOW FROM FLAIR!!! THE REFEREE NEVER SAW IT!!! NAITCH TRIPS A DEFENCELESS JBL … WRAPPING HIMSELF AROUND HIS LEFT LEG … FALLING BACK AND CINCHING IN THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK FOR A SECOND TIME!!!!!!!!!

A deafening pop booms around the arena, as Flair pulls back hard on JBL’s legs. Bradshaw’s eyes are now alight with excruciating pain, as a glorious atmosphere takes over the Allstate Arena, as the greatest wrestler of all time tries so very desperately to keep his career going. OJ vaults the barricade once more and makes a beeline for the ring…

…ONLY FOR ARN ANDERSON TO TACKLE HIM DOWN OUT OF NOWHERE, RAING DOWN PUNCHES!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd roars at the sight of The Horseman and Flair’s best friend taking it to the cowardly OJ. Layfield, lying flat on his back, begins desperately scratching and clawing to the ropes, inching nearer, and nearer. The crowd boos, sensing a repeat of earlier in the match … but Flair sees this and summons all of his strength, and manages to drag JBL back out, to the centre of the ring!

The camera gets in as close as it possibly can to the faces of both Ric Flair and JBL, showing the contrast in their expressions. Naitch’s face is screwed up with rage and exertion no doubt, as he tries with all his might to make Bradshaw tap, but there is a euphoria about him also. Unable to let his shoulders fall, JBL is almost convulsing on the canvas, rocking from shoulder to shoulder, his arms flailing wildly above him. But there is nothing for JBL to grab hold of, as he roars with pain, and Chicago urges him to give it up. JBL rolls onto his right side, his body shaking with agony…

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… JBL FINALLY TAPS …
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner - RIC FLAIR @ 18:02.


Flair rolls forwards, covering his head with his hands, clearly caught up in the emotion of the moment. The Allstate Arena remains on their feet and showers the legendary Nature Boy with adulation, as the greatest career and the greatest wrestler of all time just keeps on going. The referee helps a tearful Flair up to his feet and raises his arm into the air to another huge pop.

Jim Ross:
(Standing up on his feet, applauding)
If you wanna talk about feel good moments, this is as good as it gets, folks. No matter how hard JBL tried, the heart, the fight, the passion of The Nature Boy is just unquenchable. For the man who defines the wrestling business, I believe he truly was speaking the truth when he said that he would never retire … and I salute him.


Jonathan Coachman:
(Making a point of remaining seated)
The only good thing to come out of this match, J.R, is the fact that Raw got one up on SmackDown. I’d still much rather have someone with the credentials of JBL on Monday Night’s than this has been – what, J.R?


Coach gets cut off by Ross, as JBL makes it to the outside of the ring, standing on his right leg gingerly, and gazing up into the ring with eyes red with anger and pain. As Flair soaks up the crowd’s response in the ring, another roar sounds from Chicago … as Arn Anderson, J.J. Dillon, Tully Blanchard and Barry Wyndham come into the ring. The three veterans all shake hands and embrace Flair, before holding his arms aloft, The Four Horsemen standing tall, as the career of Ric Flair continues at WrestleMania 22.

Michael Cole:
Congratulations indeed to the “Nature Boy” Ric Flair. I don’t think anyone in this building is sad to see the career of the Dirtiest Player in the Game continue – well, except maybe Coach. But coming up next, it time for things to get even more serious, even more personal, as the greatest streak in professional wrestling history will be on the line – it’s The Undertaker versus Bobby Lashley, and could we finally see the “Deadman’s” incredible run come to the end??

Tazz:
Oh, without a doubt, Cole, props to the Naitch, but I – I think I’ve got goosebumps right now just thinking about what’s comin’ up next. I don’t think Taker has ever faced a challenge like this before. He’s going up against a monster. He’s going up against the “Real Deal” of the WWE…

Michael Cole:
…And let’s see how these two huge titans came together.


***


Lashley-Taker Video Package:

- The opening clip is of a huge bolt of lightning slamming into the stage at a past WrestleMania, causing fiery inferno the ignite the entire set, with the words “WrestleMania” flickering amongst the flames…

Gorilla Monsoon: For whom the bell tolls…

- Clip of a dark shrouded Taker walking slowly to the ring at WM VII, his WM debut…

Vince McMahon: …the man who’s never lost at WrestleMania…

- Another flash of lightning, followed by a clip of Taker hitting a flying clothesline to The Big Show at WM XIX…

- More lightning, and a clip of Taker ‘riding’ to the ring at WM XI with the black crow by his shoulder…


Jim Ross: Six and oh…

- Clip of Taker giving the Tombstone Piledriver to Psycho Sid at WM XIII, followed by him raising the WWF Championship into the air…

Jerry Lawler: TEN AND OH…

- Clip of Taker standing on the apron at WM XVIII, tongue out, leering into the camera and holding up all ten of his fingers…

Michael Cole: The legend grows…

- Clip of Taker rolling his eyes up into his head…

Jim Ross: …AT WRESTLEMANIA!!!

- Another lightning strike; together with a shot of Taker’s face flickering in the darkness, before making his entrance, surrounded by Druids…

Tazz: A decade and a half…

- Clip of Taker delivering the Tombstone to Randy Orton at WM XXI…

- After a flash of fiery lightning; the exact same image as before, but this time with Triple H suffering Orton’s fate back at WM XVII…


Bobby Heenan: (Terrified) Y-you can’t … you can’t stop him…

- Clips of Taker ‘sitting up’ and ‘rising from the dead’ at different WM’s, turning his head suddenly and staring out wildly…

- Clips of Taker throwing his arms into the air and bringing up the lights with a crash of lightning…


Michael Cole: …undefeated…

- Clip of Taker Chokeslamming Hunter off the scaffold at WM XVII…

Jim Ross: OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!

- Clip of Taker hitting the Tombstone to Jake Roberts at WM VIII, followed by a lightning strike and a shot of him flying over the top rope onto Diesel…

Michael Cole: …UNSTOPPABLE…

- The lightning flashes, cutting in between clips of Taker performing his legendary post-match pose, as well his awesome entrances, complete with his Bad Ass phase from ’00-’03…

Vince McMahon: The dark days have begun…

- Clip of Taker hitting the Tombstone to Ric Flair, as the crowd hold up banners with his name in the background…

Jim Ross: …an unparalleled record…

- Clip of Taker slamming Triple H down with the Last Ride, before posing in his biker garb…

Michael Cole: HE IS THE EPITOMY OF WRESTLEMANIA!!!

- As the lightning flashes, we get rapid shots of fans holding aloft signs of “13-0” and other achievements of the Deadman, stopping on one of him approaching the ring through the smoke … but suddenly it begins to crackle and jump…

- …inter-cutting with shots of Bobby Lashley making his own entrances…


Paul Heyman: (Crackling, jumping) O-ou-our … F-father, Who art in heaven,

- Clip of Taker lifting up A-Train for the Tombstone, cuts…

- …to an image of Lashley scooping Finlay up onto his shoulder…


Paul Heyman: Hallowed Be Thy Name.

- Clip of Taker bringing the lights up, striking fear into the hearts of Diesel, Sid, Kane, Orton and others, but it is cut short…

- …by various clips of Lashley leaping up onto the ring apron, sending his red-hot pyro crashing into the sky, intimidating his own opponents…


Paul Heyman: Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done…

- Clip of Taker arriving in the Royal Rumble match early in the year, cleaning house and eliminating everyone … including, Bob- but we quickly cut…

- …to Lashley man-handling The Phenom at No Way Out in retaliation, slamming him through the announce table…


Paul Heyman: … on Earth as it is in heaven.

- Clip of Taker making his return on SD!, dragging Lashley through the rings during a Steel Cage match, taking him down to the depths of he- but the image never gets the chance to finish before…

- …Lashley slams The Undertaker through the ring at SNME with an incredible show of speed and power…


Paul Heyman: Give us this day our daily bread.

- Flashing shots of a bloodied Taker at Lashley’s feet…

Paul Heyman: And forgive us our trespasses,

- Clips of Heyman and Lashley forging their alliance, shaking hands on SD! and walking down to the ring together…

Paul Heyman: As we forgive those who trespass against us.

- Clip of Taker’s VP, as he metaphorically buries Lashley in a graveyard in an attempt to intimidate his WM opponent, but…

- …Lashley and Paul E. present their own ‘funeral’…


Paul Heyman: And lead us not into temptation…

- Clips from their battles over the past months…

Paul Heyman: … but deliver us from evil.

- A mere forty-eight hours ago, after Lashley and Heyman give Taker a taste of his own medicine, playing mind games by burying a mannequin of The Deadman in a graveyard somewhere…

Paul Heyman: For thine is the kingdom…

- Lashley beating opponent after opponent after opponent since his debut in the Fall of ’05…

Paul Heyman: … and the power … and the glory…

- Shot of The Undertaker out cold amongst the table rubble…

Paul Heyman: … forever and ever.

- A Final shot of Lashley and Heyman standing over the fallen Phenom at SNME, with Paul E. on his knees, arm raised, mocking the taunt of the Deadman, as the camera closes in on his lifeless eyes...

"Amen."




***


Backstage once again, a nervous looking Paul Heyman strides down the corridor before coming to the door that reads ‘Bobby Lashley’ once again. After a deep breath Paul E. gives a sharp tap on the door.

Paul Heyman:
Bobby … it’s time.

The door IMMEDIATELY swings open … and the “Real Deal” Bobby Lashley steps out, dressed to compete, with a fiery look in his eyes that makes even Heyman take a step back. Paul E. takes a moment to size up his client: 6’5, 275 pounds of pure muscle. Heyman smirks and takes a step closer once again.

Paul Heyman:
Are you ready … are you ready to do this??

Lashley leaps in the air, warming up and showing off his incredible athleticism for such a large man. He bounces on his toes, nodding his head angrily at his agent.

Paul Heyman:

(An evil smile)
As if it was ever in doubt, ‘Deal. It’s time for you to make your mark…


Heyman leans in, resting his hand on Bobby’s shoulder.

Paul Heyman:

(Intense whisper)
Then make him ... famous.


Without even responding, Lashley spins away, a growl rumbling from his throat and storming down the corridor off camera, heading towards the ring and the biggest match of his life. The camera lingers momentarily on Paul E., whose smile grows even larger, as he watches his ticket back to the top stalk away…


***


***HELL WILL BE CALLIN’***

With some of the loudest heat of the night, the crowd comes unglued from their seats; standing to pour boos upon the arrival of one of the most dominant young stars in recent WWE history. Eventually, Bobby Lashley walks out onto the stage, hands shaking intensely by his side in anticipation of what is to come. The powerhouse looks strangely naked without Paul Heyman at his side, but he quickly throws his arms apart with a roar, setting off his crackling pyro, before stalking down the ramp.


Tony Chimel:
The following is a ONE ON ONE match and it is scheduled for one fall … introducing first … from COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO … weighing in tonight at 275 pounds … he is THE REALLLLL DEALLLLLLL, BOBBBBYYYYY LASHLEYYYYYYYY!!!


The monstrous Lashley glares at the terrified kids at ringside before leaping up high onto the apron, sending his second pyro shooting up impressively from each turnbuckle. The Real Deal enters the ring and climbs the corner, throwing his arms apart and beating his chest. He drops down and begins to pace, almost animalistic, no fear on his face ahead of the biggest match of his life – only anticipation.


Joey Styles:
When you talk about impacts, you might as well talk about this man. Bobby Lashley arrived in the WWE late last year and has been on nothing but a path of destruction ever since. He has laid waste to everything that has stood in his way and now, thanks to that ‘snake’ Paul Heyman, Lashley has gotten it into his head that he not only has to TAKE AWAY the streak of The Phenom – but he has to DESTROY the legend of The Undertaker – and, folks, after what we’ve seen leading up to this, we have to believe that that could very well happen.

Tazz:
You don’t often the feeling that The Deadman is the underdog coming into a match, Joey, but we’ve seem this monster Lashley dominate ‘Taker week in and week out. No Way Out, SmackDown and Saturday Night’s Main Event; I hate to say it, but I think Lashley has ‘Taker’s number: I think The Undertaker has finally met his match!

*GONG*

*GONG*

Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, as the crowd explodes with the loudest cheers of the night, and Lashley watches on calmly.

*GONG*

*GONG*

Suddenly, the lights go out, casting darkness over the Allstate Arena, as an ever larger pop of excitement goes up from the fans.

*GONG*

*GONG*

*GONG*

A hissing sound comes from the top of the entrance ramp, as a bolt of lightning suddenly strikes, sending a wall of flames shooting up into the air, providing a startling back drop.

*GONG*

*GONG*

Slowly, dressed in their long black robes, a procession of druids make their way down the ramp, flanking the walk way on either side, clutching their flaming brands closely. Their feet are hidden though, as the smoke begins to pour out as well, as Lashley looks on fiercely.

*GONG*

*GONG*



***GRAVEYARD SYMPHONY***

As the familiar music hits, the crowd erupt with yet another awe inspiring ovation – as The Undertaker appears on the stage. Clad in his traditional black attire, hat and long trench coat, The Phenom appears almost like a shadow at the top of the ramp, silhouetted as he is against the roaring flames behind. Majestically, he steps forwards, illuminated by the torches of his druids, and begins his slow and terrifying walk down through the smoke to the ring.



Tony Chimel:
And his opponent … from DEATH VALLEY … weighing in at 305 pounds … HE IS UN – DE – FEATED AT WRESTLEMANIA AT 13 AND 0 … HE IS THE PHENOM, THEEEE UNDEERRRRTAKKKEEERRRR!!!!!


As Lashley stares wildly at the display, The Undertaker slowly ascends up the steel steps, his coat swishing from side to side, before raises his arms slowly into the air, bringing the lights back up to a thunderous reception, before stepping through the ropes and standing opposite his opponent.


Michael Cole:
Imagine having NEVER lost at the Super Bowl, NEVER lost in the World Series, the Stanley Cup, or for our friends across the pond – the FA Cup. That is what The Undertaker has accomplished over the course of his career, coming to the grandest stage of them all and beating everyone that there is to beat – from monsters like King Kong Bundy, Giant Gonzalez, Big Daddy Cool Diesel, Big Show, Psycho Sid and even his own brother Kane, to genuine legends of this industry in “The Game” Triple H, Superfly Jimmy Snuka, Randy Orton, Jake Roberts, and even the greatest of all time, The Nature Boy himself Ric Flair – but ‘Taker has never faced a challenge like he has tonight!

Tazz:
You got that right, Cole. What ‘Taker has done at this place just blows me away – you just basically read off a who’s who of the WWE, and The Deadman put them all down – but tonight he is facing a genetic freak who hasn’t even broken a sweat yet and –

Tazz is cut off in mid sentence, as The Undertaker reaches up to remove his coat – but Bobby Lashley races across the ring, unable to control himself any longer, and lays into The Phenom with thunderous blows, causing the referee to start the match!!!



***Bell Rings***


One On One:
‘The Phenom’ The Undertaker vs. ‘The Real Deal’ Bobby Lashley

The fans are in complete shock, their lungs dry from booing so much, as Lashley hammers away on The Undertaker - even tearing away the coat and hat of The Deadman and tossing them aside. Undertaker staggers backwards into the corner, stunned himself by the ferocity of the onslaught, as Lashley reaches down and picks the long leather trench coat back up … and rips it in half with ease! The Phenom’s eyes snap up fiercely in the corner, but Lashley charges forwards, virtually Spearing Undertaker against the turnbuckle with his shoulder, before laying into him with a barrage of brutal right hands!

Desperately the referee jumps in between, trying to pull Bobby Lashley away, and he eventually does do. Lashley fumes, brimming with intensity as he snarls at the official, before turning back to do some more damage to The Undertaker - but The Phenom bursts out from the corner, wrapping both hands around the throat of The Real Deal and hurling him into the corner quickly, before letting loose on the young powerhouse with a flurry of shots to the mid section, proving why he is the best pure striker in the business!

The referee tries to intercede once again, yelling at The Deadman to back out of the corner - but The Undertaker turns quickly, staring a deathly look right through the official, sending him scurrying through the ropes. The Phenom turns back around - and Lashley explodes out of the corner, muscling him up and hurling him back against the turnbuckle. The Real Deal goes to work of Undertaker once again, ripping up the insides of The Deadman with a volley of Shoulder thrusts!

The crowd is still in absolute dismay at the sheer power of Bobby Lashley, who continues his amazing dominance over The Phenom, even at Wrestlemania. Undertaker almost keels over from the blows to his ribs and kidneys, and Lashley grabs his arm, hurling The Deadman across the ring with a ferocious Irish Whip, causing Undertaker’s spine to slam against the turnbuckle, almost moving the ring! Undertaker staggers out from the corner holding his back … LASHLEY CHARGES AND DECAPITATES THE PHENOM WITH A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!!

The Undertaker almost does a flip; such is the impact with which Lashley strikes him. The Deadman barely makes it back up to his feet, already with a rather dazed expression on his usually emotionless face … AND LASHLEY CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE … Undertaker goes head over heels, but lands on his feet on the floor outside and looks up, that look of rage back on his face. He reaches under the bottom rope, grabbing hold of Lashley’s legs and drags The Real Deal to the outside. Undertaker swings with a right hand … but Lashley blocks it and drills The Phenom with a right of his own!

Dazedly, The Undertaker staggers across the floor, as Bobby Lashley pursues him, eyes bulging out of his head with rage. The Real Deal grabs Undertaker’s head and slams it off the crowd barricade - ‘Taker comes back with a desperate shot of his own - but Lashley just drills The Phenom with an even harder right hand, sending the veteran staggering backwards. Lashley, almost machine-like in his pursuit, follows up with a vicious knee to the gut of The Deadman, before taking him by the arm … SHOOTING THE UNDERTAKER INTO THE STEEL STEPS … THE PHENOM SMASHES INTO THE KNEES FIRST AND FLIES OVER THE TOP!!

“OOOOOOOS” and boos ring out around the Allstate Arena, as The Undertaker crashes to the ground, holding his legs in agony, his eyes bulging from his head. Lashley, almost foaming at the mouth, glances back into the ring momentarily, where the official has had enough and has begun to count both men out. The Real Deal quickly rolls under the bottom rope to break the count, not wanting the match to end that way, before he heads back outside after his prey once again.

Dragging The Phenom back up, Lashley pushes his limp form under the bottom rope, causing him to roll into the centre of the ring. Lashley steps up to the apron as though to follow … but he has another idea instead. The athletic 275 pounder instead quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle - waiting for The Undertaker to stand up and turn around … BEFORE LEAPING FROM THE TOP … DRILLING THE DEADMAN WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!! Both men go down, but Lashley quickly hooks Taker’s far leg, looking to end the streak once and for all!

…1...
………………………
… NO!
Undertaker kicks out as quickly as he can, despite the strength of Lashley. The youngster growls and drags The Phenom back up to his feet, drilling with a few more huge right hands, before running backwards and coming off the ropes … ‘TAKER GOES FOR A BIG BOOT … but Lashley ducks underneath in and sprints off the other ropes … FLATTENING UNDERTAKER WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!! The smack of the Clothesline reverberates around Chicago, as the crowd groans, and Lashley makes another cover!

…1...
………………………

…2…
… NO!
‘Taker kicks out yet again to cheers, as the Allstate Arena erupts into a deafening “LET’S GO TAK-AH” chant, prompting Lashley to sneer in their direction. He pulls The Undertaker up once more and slugs him with some more brutal right hands, backing him against the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip … ‘Taker tries to reverse it … but Lashley pulls him right back in to his arms and pops the hips … NAILING ‘TAKER WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! The crowd “OOOOOS” at the ease with which Lashley just threw at 300-pound man, as The Deadman is sent crumpling back down once again, and Lashley drops his forearm into the face for a cover!

…1...
………………………

…2…
… NO!
Yet another kick out from The Phenom, much to the relief of the fans, but prompting an angry stare from The Real Deal. Lashley gets back up to his feet quickly, whilst ‘Taker only just makes it up to his knees. The young powerhouse hammers away on ‘Taker with a right hand after right hand after right hand, using the kneeling legend almost like a punching bag. Seeing his chance, Lashley quickly rushes backwards, coming off the ropes like a charging bull, looking to kick Undertaker’s head right off - but ‘Taker catches his foot and spins him around - the best pure striker in the industry unloads with rights and lefts to the mid section of Lashley, stunning the monster, as the crowd goes wild! Undertaker caps it off with a ripping uppercut, catching Lashley right in the mouth, knocking him back against the ropes!

The crowd goes wild, as Lashley staggers back off the ropes towards The Phenom, looking for some more … and ‘Taker punches him right in the mouth, giving him exactly that! The Undertaker hammers away on Lashley with some tremendous haymakers, forcing The Real Deal back into the corner. Now it is Lashley’s turn to look slightly stunned, as ‘Taker grabs his arm and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, causing Lashley to slam into the opposite turnbuckle. Lashley slumps slightly, but ‘Taker drops his shoulder like a track athlete … RACES IN … CONNECTING WITH A BRUTAL CORNER CLOTHESLINE!!

Lashley’s legs fly into the air, before flopping back down, as the crowd cheers, and The Undertaker wipes his long black hair from his eyes. He takes Lashley’s arm once more and repeats the gesture, hurling the youngster across the canvas with an Irish Whip into the opposite corner with authority, shaking the very foundations of the ring … BEFORE CHARGING IN AN ALMOST DECAPITATING HIM WITH A SECOND CORNER CLOTHESLINE!!

Undertaker backs off, as Lashley stumbles blindly out of the corner right into the waiting arms of a legend. ‘Taker scoops Lashley up onto his shoulder, as the crowd pops as they always do … THE PHENOM DROPS LASHLEY FACE FIRST ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE FOR SOME SNAKE EYES!! Undertaker sprints off the ropes, as a dazed Lashley staggers back out and turns around … UNDERTAKER LOOKS FOR THE RUNNING BOOT … BUT LASHLEY DROPS HIS SHOULDER AND LIFTS ‘TAKER UP … DRILLING HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!! The crowd cries out in aguish again, as Lashley drops down with a cover!

…1...
………………………

…2…
… NO!
The Phenom kicks out, though slightly slower this time, such was the shock of the Spinebuster. Lashley rolls back up to his feet, yanking the veteran with him, and drilling him with several more right hands. The Real Deal takes ‘Taker by the arm and shoots him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, before throwing a Clothesline … but ‘Taker ducks and comes back off the other ropes … Lashley grabs him, wrapping his arm around his neck … GOING FOR THE T-BONE SUPLEX … but ‘Taker fights it off, slamming his elbow back into Lashley’s skull, finally sending the young powerhouse staggering away.

Lashley shakes the cobwebs and turns back around, as Undertaker raises his hand into the air and wraps it tightly around the throat of Lashley … LOOKING FOR THE CHOKESLAM!!! The crowd explodes, as ‘Taker tries to throw Lashley’s other arm over … but Lashley has hold of The Deadman’s wrist … TEARING ‘TAKER’S ARM AWAY WITH BRUTE STRENGTH!! The crowd boos, but is clearly awed by the monstrous strength of Lashley, who drives his knee into the gut of The Phenom once more and backs him into the ropes with a flurry of right hands.

Lashley grabs ‘Taker’s arm again and hurls him across the ring with an Irish Whip, this time letting out a guttural roar as he throws a Clothesline … but The Deadman ducks under it once again and comes off the other ropes … GOING AIRBORNE AND TAKING LASHLEY OUT WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!! Chicago explodes into cheers once again, as Lashley staggers back up to his feet in confusion and ‘Taker races forwards … CLOTHESLINING THE REAL DEAL OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

Picking the fallen Lashley back up, an intense Undertaker rolls the youngster back under the bottom rope, and props him up so that his chest and above is sticking out over the apron. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, knowing what is coming next, as ‘Taker backs off slightly, hands on his hips, getting some air into his lungs - before slamming his elbow down right across the face of Lashley!

The Real Deal tries to grab his face, but ‘Taker does allow it, instead setting him up hanging over the apron once again, before calmly ascending up the Steel Steps onto the same apron as Lashley … he races forwards and leaps up - DROPPING A 300-POUND LEG DROP ACROSS THE CHEST, THROAT AND FACE OF BOBBY LASHLEY!!! “OOOOOOS” go up for the athleticism of the near seven foot Undertaker, as Lashley drops from the ring apron and falls to the floor, and ‘Taker brushes his hair from his eyes.

The Undertaker quickly rolls into the ring to break the referee’s count and stands up in the ring with his hands on his hips. Outside the ring, Lashley makes it back up to his feet and staggers backwards against the Spanish Announce table, holding his throat and gasping. In the ring, ‘Taker stares at Lashley for a moment … before racing off the ropes and sprinting across the ring … LEAPING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH THE AIR DEADMAN PLANCHA … BUT LASHLEY DEFLECTS ‘TAKER … AND HE GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!

“OH MY GAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDD!!!!!”

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


Shades of Wrestlemania XIV against his brother Kane, as ‘Taker lies in a heap amongst the ruin of the announce table, and Chicago goes absolutely nuts! Hugo and Carlos have both jumped into the crowd to save themselves, whilst Bobby Lashley leans wearily against the announce table, licking his lips at the sight of the broken Deadman. Back in the ring the referee has no choice but to start the ten count.

“ONE … TWO … THREE …”

Lashley hears the referee and scowls up, rolling back into the ring.

“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”

’Taker’s body has not moved a single inch, despite the cries of the crowd.

“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”

Fiercely, Bobby Lashley grabs the official by the scruff of the neck, damn near lifting him up into the air, and yelling, “NO!” loudly.
Michael Cole and Tazz put over the fact that Lashley does not want to beat The Undertaker and end his Wrestlemania streak with a count out: he wants to PIN The Phenom, or make him quit. Back amongst the rubble of the announce table, ‘Taker has finally sat up and slumps backwards against the crowd barrier, arms up in front of his face like a drunken boxer. He reaches up with a long, long arm, before finally grabbing hold of the top of the barricade - and pulling himself up to his feet!

Back in the ring, Lashley watches with wild eyes, as a dazed and almost unconscious Undertaker somehow stands back up and begins to walk, albeit groggily, back towards the ring. But Lashley has seen enough and races backwards, coming off the ropes, charging back across the ring … FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH HIS OWN AMAZING SUICIDE PLANCHA … SLAMMING INTO THE UNDERTAKER!!!!!!!!!!

Both men are sent sprawling across the floor, as another thunderous “HOLY SHIT” chant begins around the Allstate Arena. Cole and Tazz are going absolutely berserk at ringside, putting over how Lashley - at his FIRST Wrestlemania - is outdoing the legendary Phenom at every turn! ‘Taker lies flat on his back, his recovery short lived, motionless once again. Lashley is just about up to his hands and knees, but he is breathing heavily and clutching ribs very gingerly.

The Real Deal slowly makes it back up to his feet and he grabs hold of the fallen Undertaker, shoving him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Lashley crawls in after his victim, making a desperate hook of the leg, nodding his head with the count!

…1…

…………………….
…2…

…………………………..
… THR - NO!!!

UNDERTAKER BARELY KICKS OUT!!

Chicago roars with approval, but Lashley looks at the referee with utter disgust. In a blind rage, The Real Deal mounts on top of The Phenom and begins to rain down blow after blow after blow, with ‘Taker so beaten up that he cannot even get his hands up to protect himself. Lashley gets back to his feet, staring around the arena with wild eyes, before yelling, “THAT’S IT!” He storms over to the nearby corner and drops down to his knees, motioning with his hand for ‘Taker to get up to his feet.

Slowly, ever so slowly … The Undertaker rocks forwards and begins to pull himself up using the ropes, his back to Bobby Lashley. The crowd is screaming, yelling at The Deadman not to turn around, but he has no other choice … HE TURNS … LASHLEY CHARGES … GOING FOR THE SPEAR … BUT ‘TAKER SIDE STEPS AND LASHLEY SLAMS INTO THE STEEL POST OF THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

The crowd roars once more, getting right behind The Phenom, as he pulls Lashley around in the corner and nails him with a big right hand. The young powerhouse is rocked, and ‘Taker wearily reaches down, grabbing Lashley’s arm and going for the Irish Whip … but Lashley stops himself half way, countering and pulling ‘Taker in - he wraps is arm around his neck … BRINGING ‘TAKER CRASHING OVER WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX!!! The Real Deal silences the crowd once more, as he falls down on top of The Deadman with another cover!

…1…

………………………….
…2…

……………………
… NO!
UNDERTAKER GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! Lashley pounds the mat with his fist, wondering just what the hell he has to do to put this freak of nature away. He staggers back up to his feet, dragging ‘Taker up with him. Lashley lays into The Phenom with right hand after right hand, knocking him back against the ropes, before grabbing hold of his arm and hurling The Deadman across the canvas with an Irish Whip. Lashley throws a Clothesline, but Undertaker runs under it once again, and Lashley ducks down early, looking for a Back Body Drop … BUT ‘TAKER COUNTERS - SPIKING LASHLEY’S HEAD DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE RUNNING DDT!!! The crowd cheers wildly, as Undertaker covers Lashley - for the first time in the match!

…1…

………………………….
…2…

……………………
… NO!
BUT LASHLEY KICKS OUT! The Undertaker rolls up, staring down at Lashley with a look of awe on his face, as The Real Deal actually kicked out of the Running DDT with relative ease. Quickly, ‘Taker clambers back up to his feet and pulls Lashley up by the arm, twisting it over at the damaged shoulder and ramming his own shoulder against it.

With Lashley’s arm hyper extended at the joint, ‘Taker backs towards the corner and steps up to the top turnbuckle backwards, still holding onto the arm. As a cry of “OLD SCHOOOOLLLLLL” goes up around the Allstate Arena, Lashley flaps helplessly, trying to escape, as ‘Taker steps up onto the top rope, showing astounding agility for a man of his size, and begins to walk the rope. ‘Taker holds Lashley’s arm in place … LEAPING OFF FOR OLD SCHOOL … BUT LASHLEY CATCHES HIM … HE THROWS ‘TAKER UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER AND RACES FORWARDS … NAILING THE PHENOM WITH THE RUNNING POWERSLAM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!!!!

The audience can barely believe what is happening, as Chicago erupts with a thunderous mixed reaction, as Lashley takes a quick breath before dropping from his knee onto ‘Taker, hooking BOTH legs!!!

…1…

…………………….
…2…

………………………………....

… THREE - NO!!!!
BUT THE UNDERTAKER GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! A thunderous amount of cheers goes out around the Allstate Arena, as Bobby Lashley grabs his head, unable to believe that The Phenom is still alive. He rolls back up to his feet, looking around at the fans like a wild beast, as the “UNDER – TA – KAHHHH” echo around the stands. Lashley drags ‘Taker up and The Deadman stumbles backwards into the corner.

The Real Deal is on The Undertaker immediately, climbing to the second turnbuckle and raining down blow after blow after blow! The crowd oddly chants along, showing their appreciation for Lashley’s performance. ONE … TWO … THREE … FOUR … FIVE … SIX … SEVEN … EIGHT … NINE … TE - ‘TAKER WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND LASHLEY’S LEGS AND CARRIES HIM OUT OF THE CORNER IN A POWERBOMB POSITION … HE GETS HIM UP … BUT LASHLEY SPRINGS OFF THE DEADMAN’S SHOULDERS … LANDING BEHIND WITH INCREDIBLE AGILITY … HE RUNS STRAIGHT INTO THE ROPES, AS THE UNDERTAKER SPINS AROUND … FOR LASHLEY TO RIP HIM CLEAN IN HALF WITH A MONSTROUS SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!

Another thunderous reaction from the crowd, booing Bobby Lashley wildly, as he rolls over onto his back, before staggering back up to his feet. He stands over the fallen Phenom - and smiles. Lashley steps in for the kill - BUT UNDERTAKER SITS UP!!!

The crowd EXPLODES with one of the largest pops of the night, and, for the first time in the match, Bobby Lashley actually backs off slightly. Undertaker, a devilish and terrifying look in his eyes, is back up to his feet immediately - so Lashley nails him with another right hand! Desperately trying to put The Phenom away, Lashley hammers away on the legend, backing him against the ropes once again.

Grabbing ‘Taker’s arm, Lashley attempts the Irish Whip, hurling The Deadman across the canvas … but ‘Taker reverses it and pulls Lashley in … wrapping his arm around his throat … LIFTING BOBBY UP HIGH … LOOKING FOR THE CHOKESLAM … HE NAILS IT IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!!! HE DROPS DOWN WITH THE COVER!!!

…1…

………………….……….
…2…

……………………..
… THRE - NO!!!
LASHLEY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! After only his second pin fall attempt of the match, Undertaker stares blankly at the referee before staggering back up to his feet. The Phenom looks around the arena at the thousands upon thousands of people cheering him on - and runs his thumb right across his neck for the cutthroat taunt, indicating the fate of Bobby Lashley!

‘Taker waits for Lashley to make it up to his feet, which he eventually does, very slowly, before lifting The Real Deal up onto his shoulder … LOOKING FOR THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER … but Lashley fights out of it and slides off the shoulders, sprinting off the ropes … as ‘Taker spins around … LASHLEY RUNS RIGHT THROUGH HIM WITH THE SECOND SPEAR OF THE MATCH!!!!!! THIS TIME, ‘TAKER STAYS DOWN!!!

The crowd reacts with shock, as Lashley bursts back up to his feet, but instead of going for the pin fall, or even another Spear, he reaches down and drags The Undertaker right back up to his feet …. HE THROWS ‘TAKER UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER … SLAMMING HIM BACK DOWN AGAIN WITH THE DOMINATOR!!!!!!!

The overwhelmingly pro-‘Taker crowd are almost in tears, as their hero seems decimated, and a fearsome, prepared Bobby Lashley reaches back and hooks the far leg, ready to end the streak for good!!!

…1…

………………….……….
…2…

……………………..
!!!THREE- NO!!!
UNDERTAKER KICKS OUT OF THE DOMINATOR!!! The Allstate Arena erupts, as Bobby Lashley falls backwards, holding his head in his hands in dismay. The Real Deal looks over at the referee, but the official backs off quickly to avoid a confrontation. Lashley makes it back up to his feet, fuming, and heads over to the turnbuckle. He waits, poised, before dropping down once again, begging Undertaker to get up to his feet!

The Phenom stirs, slowly rising from his back to clamber wearily back to a vertical base, hanging off the ropes for support, ‘Taker has no idea what is waiting for him when he turns around, and even the screams of Chicago cannot warn him, as he staggers into the middle of the ring …

TURNS AROUND … LASHLEY CHARGES WITH THE THIRD SPEAR OF THE NIGHT … BUT ‘TAKER MOVES … BOBBY HITS THE TURNBUCKLE STERNUM FIRST AND COMES STAGGERING BACKWARDS … SO THE UNDERTAKER LIFTS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS … HE SETS LASHLEY UP FOR THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER … BUT NO … “OH MY LOOOORD” … LASHLEY COUNTERS AGAIN … GETTING ‘TAKER IN POSITION FOR THE TOMBSTONE … NO, ‘TAKER FALLS BACKWARDS … LIFTING BOBBY UP FOR THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ONCE AGAIN … AND HITS IT THIS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd absolutely explodes, as The Undertaker reels slightly with exhaustion, before dropping down over the lifeless form of Bobby Lashley and folding up his arms for the Darkness Pin!!!

…1…

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…2…

…………………………..…..

!!!THREE!!!
Winner - AND STILL UNDEFEATED - 14 AND 0 - THE UNDERTAKER @ 18:19.


The crowd EXPLODES with a magnificent ovation for The Phenom, as a drained Undertaker releases the pin fall and rocks backwards on his knees, his dark hair completely covering his exhausted face. ‘Taker rests liberally, staring down, fixated upon the man who just went closer than anyone else to ending the streak – Bobby Lashley.


Michael Cole:
HE – HE DID IT!!! The Undertaker is FOURTEEN AND 0 AT WRESTLEMANIA!! The streak just keeps going and The Phenom of the WWE will … not … die! How he did it is another matter, because Bobby Lashley, in his first ever Wrestlemania, just DOMINATED The Deadman from the opening bell – but in the end it wasn’t enough!

Tazz:
I – I don’t believe what I just saw, Cole. The Undertaker was HAMMERED from all over this place tonight – sorry ‘bout the table, Hugo and Carlos – but Lashley just COULD NOT put The Deadman away, and in the end, ‘Taker showed us exactly why he is the baddest man on the planet – though he’s got competition now!



Lashley has left the ring and is standing at the foot of the ramp, leaning over with his hand on his knee and one hand holding the back of his neck, glancing up into the ring, shaking with anger – as Paul Heyman appears alongside his client, helping him back up the ramp, yelling things back at ‘Taker.

Back in the ring, The Undertaker stands in the centre, pulling both of his straps down tiredly, before dropping to one knee, holding his right hand up high, and sticking out his long tongue, as darkness fills the arena, as well as an eerie purple glow, which illuminates the ring. The Phenom soaks up the reaction of the fans, before slowly leaving the ring and making his way back up the ramp.

The Deadman wearily trudges up the aisle, with the fans chanting his name, before halting at the top of the ramp with his back to them. Without even turning around, The Undertaker raises his right arm into the air to another wonderful pop – and vanishes.



***


Fanatix Series Commercial - This Month - The Mania of Wrestle Mania

Cut backstage to where Steve Romero is standing by…


Steve Romero:
What an historic moment we just witnessed; The Undertaker, now fourteen and oh. Will there be more history to see later tonight, as the World Heavyweight Champion Batista attempts to retain his title a full year on, three-hundred and sixty five days since he won it last year at WrestleMania Twenty-One. Let’s talk to his opponent at this time … please welcome the ‘Rated R Superstar’, but more importantly, he is Mister Money in the Bank … Edge.

Edge enters the frame, dressed to compete, with his long trench coat over the top … a HUGE bandage across his forehead, obviously covering the spot where he was busted open this past Friday. Though he holds the MITB briefcase in his right hand, Edge’s head is hanging down; he does not look good, does not look ‘together’. Notable by her absence: Lita.

Steve Romero:
Edge, a lot of history could happen here tonight at WrestleMania.

Edge:

(Awkwardly)
Uh, yeah.


Romero looks slightly confused, as Edge lifts his head up, forcing a smile.

Edge:

(Still not 'with it')
Uh … WrestleMania … yeah … I – I’m still undefeated, Steve … doesn’t, uh … doesn’t matter what any man does to me … I’m still gonna’ win…



Romero raises and eyebrow, but Edge takes a deep breath.

Edge:

(Looks around him)
Yeah … take a look, Batista … Dave … Animal. Take a look … Champ. No Lita. I’m in this alone tonight … (Closes his eyes and rakes his fingers through his hair) Just me, Dave … (A sudden outburst of rage to the camera) DID YOU THINK I WAS GONNA’ PUT HER ANYWHERE NEAR YOU AFTER WHAT YOU DID ON FRIDAY NIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH????????!!!!!!!!


The crowd “OH’s”, as Romero takes a step back; Edge looks positively insane.

Edge:
Dave … one way … or another …
(Closes his eyes, calm again) this will be the end … of an era…

After a few intense moments, Edge turns and slowly walks away, leaving Romero trying to recollect his composure.


***


Elsewhere backstage, we see Shawn Michaels doing Hindu squats, warming up for his upcoming title match, which is drawing ever nearer.

Back to the arena…



***


Jim Ross:
It has been an emotional, roller-coaster of a night so far here in Chicago at WrestleMania Twenty-Two, but, if you can believe it, it’s about to get even more intense. If you want to talk PERSONAL, then its doesn’t get more personal then our next match, as The Game Triple H battles The Whole Dam Show Rob Van Dam. When you challenge a man’s legacy and heart and soul like Triple H has done, you get a response. Let’s see how this all came together.


***


RVD-Triple H Video Package:

- The VP begins with Rob Van Dam sat alone in a darkened room, head bowed, before slowly raising it up to the light, as the soft piano based “Peace” by Paul Kelly begins faintly in the background.

- Clips of Van Dam training as a young man in Battle Creek…

“’Comes down to it … all I’ve ever wanted to do is wrestle”

- Clips of Triple H first appearing as The Blueblood in WWF…

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be the best”

- Clips of both RVD and Hunter wowing audiences in WWE and ECW all across the world, from Japan to England…

“It’s not about how much you get paid…”

- A very rare clip of Van Dam first appearing at WWE HQ in ’01 with his bags to sign his first ‘big’ contract…

“It’s all about one man … ME!”

- Clips of Helmsley soaking up audience reactions all around the world in a bizarrely intense and egotistical manner…

“I could’ve called it quits before. But I can never quit … ever”

- Clips of RVD being battered and bloodied from a host of wrestlers all across the world, from Jerry Lynn to Sabu, from Big Show to The Undertaker, but never, ever giving up …

“I MAKE men give up … I MAKE men say ‘I Quit’ … I END careers”

- Clips of Triple H beating opponent after opponent in his various reigns as WWE and World Heavyweight Champion, and beating them with complete ease…

“I came here for a reason … I came to prove a point.”

- Clips of the Whole Dam Show making his big return at the Royal Rumble, making it to the final six, before falling just short, followed by clips of his first interaction with The Game…

“I am the perfect athlete. I have no remorse, no feelings. I have one intention. Win, at all costs.”

- Clip of Hunter attacking RVD following The Game’s loss to Kurt Angle in the WWE title match on Raw; with Helmsley going berserk with various weapons, Raw after Raw after Raw…

“I’ve never been more determined. This is personal.”

- Clips of Van Dam continuing to overcome the competition and obstacles, followed by shots of him connecting with many of his most famous moves: the Five-Star Frog Splash, Rolling Thunder and more…

“I embarrass the best on the biggest platforms.”

- Clips of the Cerebral Assassin hitting the Pedigree, the Double A Spinebuster, the facecrusher, and his other high-impact, impressive manoeuvres…

“There is nothing anybody can do…”

- Clips of Rob and Hunter going at it…

“…to stop me from showing the world I’m the best.”

- Clips of RVD from his previous ECW Television title reign, his IC title reign, against images of Triple H’s WWF and WHC’s reign…

“I came back for this moment.”

- Clips of Mr. Monday Night bleeding, whilst the King of Kings looks on…

“I live for these moments.”

- Finally, the Video Package ends, with clips from the final Raw, with H and RVD separated by a wall of security, both men desperate to tear one another apart…

“(Echoing) This will be my moment.”



***


Back in the arena, the spotlight once again falls on the centre of the ring, where Lillian Garcia waits.

Lillian Garcia:
The following contest … is the STREET – FIGHT and it is scheduled for one fall!
(Crowd cheers) Now, Ladies and Gentlemen … please welcommmme, MOTORHEAD!!!!!

The crowd lets out an almighty roar, as the lights flash across quickly to the stage adjacent to the entrance ramp, where the famous heavy metal trio of Lemmy, Phil Campbell, and Mikkey Dee are all set up, shades and all like the rock stars they are…



“CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, IT’S TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAME!!!

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE GAME AND HOW YOU PLAY IT
ALL ABOUT CONTROL AND IF YOU CAN TAKE IT
ALL ABOUT YOUR DEBT AND IF YOU CAN PAY IT
IT’S ALL ABOUT PAIN AND WHO’S GONNA MAKE IT”


Chicago comes alive with a thunderous mixed reaction, as the ten-time World Champion Triple H walks out onto the stage, menacingly draped with chain mail across his chest (think SummerSlam ’99).

“I AM THE GAME AND YOU DON’T WANNA PLAY ME
I AM CONTROL, NO WAY YOU CAN SHAKE ME
I AM HEAVY DEBT, NO WAY YOU CAN PAY ME
I AM THE PAIN AND I KNOW YOU CAN’T TAKE ME”

“The Game” looks pumped up beyond belief, as he showers himself with water, before marching over to the edge and pointing to his buddies Motorhead. The band all acknowledge Helmsley, and the fiercely intense “King of Kings” storms on down to the ring.

“LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, READY TO RUN
LIKE A FLAMING PITCH FROM A SMOKIN’ GUN
I AM THE GAME AND I MAKE THE RULES
SO MOVE ON OUT AND YOU CAN DIE ON YOUR FOOT
TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT MY MOVE’S GONNA BE
COME ON OVER, SUCKER, WHY DON’T YOU ASK ME?
DON’T YOU FORGET THERE’S A PRICE YOU CAN PAY
‘CAUSE I AM THE GAME AND I WANT TO PLAY...”

Hunter hurls his water bottle aside and steps up onto the apron, where he turns to face the hostile crowd. The lights flicker and flash over the body of The Game, as he seethes, before spraying the water up high into the air, and stepping through the ropes.

“TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAAMMMMEEE!!!!!!

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE GAME AND YOU PLAY IT
IT’S ALL ABOUT CONTROL AND HOW YOU TAKE IT
IT’S ALL ABOUT YOUR DEBT AND IF YOU CAN PAY IT
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PAIN AND WHO’S GONNA MAKE IT”

Hunter marches across the ring, stepping up to the second turnbuckle and throwing his arms wide to a thunderous roar from the crowd. Eyes blazing, The Game motions back up the ramp towards Motorhead, before pointing back at himself.

“I AM THE GAME, YOU DON’T WANNA PLAY ME
I AM CONTROL, THERE’S NO WAY YOU CAN SHAKE ME
I AM YOUR DEBT AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T PAY ME
I AM YOUR PAIN AND I KNOW YOU CAN’T TAKE ME

PLAY THE GAME
YOU’RE GONNA BE THE SAME
YOU’RE GONNA CHANGE YOUR NAME
YOU’RE GONNA DIE IN FLAMES”

Constantly pointing back up the ramp, Hunter steps back through the ropes, as the strobe lighting continues to flash all around him, and waves the timekeeper out of the way. Clearly with evil intentions in his mind, Triple H grabs a steel chair and folds it up, before tossing it back into the ring and following it.

“IT’S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...
IT’S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...
IT’S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME...

TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAAMMMMEEE!!!!!!”

Motorhead finish up with an almighty guitar riff, sending a huge roar through the Allstate Arena, as the fans shows their appreciation for the rock stars. Helmsley steps on the turnbuckle and holds his hands up to salute the band, which is reciprocated. Having just blown the crowd away already, Hunter steps back down to the ring and begins to pace.


Jim Ross:
Only The Nature Boy Ric Flair can claim to have been more successful in this business than that man. Triple H has done it all – a former tag team, European, Intercontinental and TEN-TIME World Champion! He has Main Evented Wrestlemania FIVE times – he has beaten everyone there is to beat – but he cannot understand – he cannot STAND the love that these fans have … for ECW and Rob … Van … Dam.

Jonathan Coachman:
Neither can I, J.R – why the hell does anyone care about that maniac RVD and that piece of trash bingo hall? Triple H should have burned it to the ground when he had the chance and ended Van Dam’s career. Tonight, Triple H is going to show why he is in a different CLASS to R – V – D!

Jim Ross:
What Triple H wants is for these fans to love, respect and worship him like they do RVD – but he has NO IDEA what it takes to EARN that kind of respect. Coach, you don’t respect The Game – you’re a sycophant – and what Triple H did to Van Dam this past Monday shows exactly why no one respects the so-called King Of Kings!

Jonathan Coachman:
What are you talking about, J.R? It doesn’t matter anyway because Triple H is in his element tonight. Van Dam might know a lot about Hardcore Matches – but he has NO IDEA what he’s getting into tonight!


*PYRO EXPLOSION*



***ONE OF A KIND***

The Allstate Arena explodes with one of the loudest reactions of the night so far, as Mr. Monday Night himself Rob Van Dam appears at the top of the ramp holding an ECW t-shirt in the air, a slightly more serious look on his face than usual. Dressed in his black and grey attire, sporting twenty stitches across his head, RVD stares down at the ring and slowly raises his hands into the air, as the crowd chants along, “ROB – VAN - DAM!!!”



Lillian Garcia:
And introducing his opponent … from Battle Creek, Michigan … weighing in at 230 pounds … HE IS MISTER MONDAY NIGHT … THW WHOLE DAM SHOW ... ROB … VAN … DAM!!!


Van Dam slowly steps down the entrance ramp, never taking his eyes off The Game, who paces around the ring impatiently.


Jim Ross:
Arguably the greatest performer NEVER to hold the WWE Championship! Rob Van Dam came to this company over five years ago, and has won it all, tag team, European, Hardcore, and Intercontinental titles – but he has never won the big one! Some might say that men like Triple H have held Van Dam back – but tonight, it all ends!

Jonathan Coachman:
There can be no denying that these two men absolutely HATE one another, and this is going to get very, very violent. Van Dam is impressive, I’ll give him that, but when it comes to Triple H – RVD is simply … outclassed. He never HAS been a World Champion and he never WILL be a World Champion. Tonight will … OH MY GOD, HERE WE GO!!!


With Rob Van Dam still standing on the entrance ramp, inviting his opponent to bring it to the street. The Game does not need asking twice and climbs through the ropes immediately, charging towards RVD!!



***Bell Rings***



Street Fight; Unfinished Business:
‘The Whole Dam Show’ Rob Van Dam vs. ‘The Game’ Triple H

The two hated rivals throw right hands at each other, flailing wildly; with Hunter throwing a right … and then Van Dam coming right back with one of his own! They exchange blows viciously, before RVD gains the upperhand, beating the stronger Triple H to the punch and dropping The Game down to one knee. Letting out a roar, Van Dam wraps the ECW t-shirt around the throat of Helmsley and pulls back wildly, trying to choke the very life out the man who tried to end his career!

The Allstate Arena is rocking with a thunderous “R-V-D” chant, as Van Dam finally hurls the t-shirt aside and lets Hunter stumble away, choking. RVD looks around the arena intensely, chest heaving with rage. He turns back around - as Triple H races back towards him – and Van Dam brings The Game crashing over onto the steel ramp with a Hip Toss! The “OOOOOS” go up from the crowd, as Hunter’s spine crashes down. Triple H writhes around in agony, clutching his back, reaching out for something to grab hold of. He struggles up using the crowd barrier, wincing with pain, and turns around … RVD TACKLES HIM OVER THE BARRICADE … TAKING THEM BOTH INTO THE CROWD!!

Another huge cry goes up from Chicago, as Van Dam and Triple H take it to the streets in every sense of the word! The two men roll around amongst the feet and seats of the fans, raining down blows on one another, as the referee and various security guards try to keep the crowd at bay. The two men struggle up on their feet and Hunter hammers away on RVD, before staggering even further into the mass of humanity in an effort to gain some respite. The Games pushes some fans aside and begins to walk up the flight of stairs, as The Whole F’N Show is right after him in hot pursuit!

Hunter turns around and tries to pummel back down on Van Dam in an attempt to beat him back. RVD hits back though, sending The King Of Kings stumbling up the stairs even further. Van Dam tosses Triple H against the railing head first, stunning the ten-time World Champion, who reaches the top of the stairs and begins to drive his way to the left through the mob of supporters. RVD follows up, pursuing Helmsley all the way through the crowd to the flight of stairs on the opposite side. Van Dam comes up behind him, grabbing The Game by the hair and tossing him forwards, smashing him shoulder-first into the steel wall!

More “OOOOOOS” ring through the arena, as Triple H’s quivers on his legs and stumbles down the flight of stairs once again. Van Dam quickly follows up, and the two men find themselves on the ground floor of the crowd now, exchanging right hands. Mr. Monday Night pulls Hunter around - but Triple H throws water right in the face of Van Dam! RVD is blinded and unable to block the flurry of right hands that The Game throws at him. Helmsley stares at the nearby barrier and grabs Van Dam’s arm, before going for an Irish Whip … BUT RVD REVERSES IT … SENDING HUNTER SMASHING INTO THE WALL!!

The Game crumples down to the ground, holding his spine in agony. Van Dam quickly steps up, yelling “EC-DUUUUBBBBB” into the air, to huge cheers from the crowd. RVD steps down from the barricade again … FINALLY MAKING IT BACK TO THE RINGSIDE AREA! Van Dam pulls Triple H up on the other side of the barricade and drags him onto it, so that his head is sticking out into the ringside area, and his legs are dangling in the crowd. After a stiff kick to the side of Hunter’s head, RVD staggers backwards and steps up onto the ring apron, looking to jump off – but he does not. Instead, giving the crowd a wry glance, Van Dam climbs all the way to the top of the nearby ring turnbuckle, displaying his perfect balance, and raising his hands up high, as the crowd chants, “ROB … VAN … DAM” - RVD LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH A 360 SPIN IN THE AIR … CRASHING A LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF TRIPLE H’S HEAD!!!

“OOOOOOHHHH!!!!”, as both Van Dam and Triple H crumple over the barrier back into the seats of the crowd, the sickening crack of the huge leg drop echoing throughout the arena. RVD rolls around in agony clutching his hamstring, whilst Hunter lies on his front, barely moving. Van Dam quickly crawls over on all fours, turning The Game’s body over and hooking the far leg for the first cover of the match in the crowd!

…1…

…………………….
…2…
… NO!
Hunter kicks out! Even at this early stage of the contest, the brutality of the match is taking its toll on The Game. Van Dam makes it back up to his feet, dragging Hunter up with him. He throws Helmsley back over the barricade to the ringside area, before stepping back after him. Mr. Monday Night brings Hunter over to the ring and finally rolls him back in under the bottom rope. Triple H is prone, as Van Dam begins to climb up the turnbuckle once again in search of another high-risk manoeuvre – but Helmsley quickly scurries along his hands and knees, grabbing the Steel Chair that he brought to the ring … HE JUMPS TO HIS FEET … LAUNCHES IT INTO RVD’S SKULL WITH A SICKENING CRACK!!!

Another cry goes up around the Allstate Arena, as Van Dam’s eyes roll up into his head and he falls backwards, hanging off the top turnbuckle, with his legs caught on the top turnbuckle. The Game quickly rolls out of the ring, still clutching the Steel Chair in his hand and sizes RVD up. The Whole F’N Show is dangling next to the steel ring post … AS HUNTER SWINGS BACK … SMACKS VAN DAM’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE POST WITH THE STEEL CHAIR IN A HIDEOUS TRAP … THEN HITS HIM AGAIN!!!!!!

The crowd “OOOOOHHHHS” at the initial sound of the blow, as Rob Van Dam’s legs come untangled and he drops down onto the apron in a heap. The ECW Original rolls over onto his back slowly, and the crowd howls with dismay at the sight of RVD, who is BLEEDING PROFUSELY from ear-to-ear!! Hunter backs off, catching his breath, before positioning Van Dam’s upper body so that it juts out over the apron … BEFORE DRIVING HIS ELBOW RIGHT DOWN INTO THE CRIMSON MASK!!

A barely conscious Van Dam rolls back into the ring, as Triple H steps backwards on the outside of the ring, staring into the crowd in a blind rage, before raising his arms into the air to a barrage of heat. The Game yells, “IS THIS EXTREME?” He bends down, throwing up the ring apron, looking for something under the ring … and he pulls out … A TABLE!!! The crowd pops despite knowing that Triple H has evil intentions. Helmsley lifts the table up, smirking at the ECW faithful, as he continues to destroy Rob Van Dam at his own game.

Hunter pushes the table back into the ring, as Van Dam reaches up his arms to grab the top rope in a desperate attempt to pull himself to his feet. Triple H barely looks at the bloody mess that is RVD, and instead concentrates on setting up the table in the centre of the ring. When he is satisfied, Helmsley, still leering down at his enemy, drags Van Dam back up by the hair and nails him with a thunderous right hand, almost dropping him right back down to the canvas!

The Game thrusts his shoulder into Van Dam’s mid section and muscles him right up into the air, placing him in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Hunter slugs RVD in the mouth one more time, as blood pours onto his taped fists. He ascends to the top rope, staring like a wild man into the crowd, before applying the front facelock to Van Dam, as the crowd gasps … AS HELMSLEY LOOKS FOR A SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE … but Van Dam fights it, driving his fist into the kidneys of Triple H again and again and again … before finally shoving The King Of Kings crashing down off the top rope!

Triple H falls backwards, crashing down to the canvas and rolling over backwards. Poising himself, RVD rises to his feet on the top turnbuckle, waiting for The Game to do the same down below. Helmsley turns around and Van Dam leaps off, spinning and taking Hunter down with a Flying Thrust Kick right to the square of the jaw!! With The Cerebral Assassin down and out, RVD immediately rushes over, grabbing hold of the same steel chair that busted him open and lays it on top of Hunter! The crowd cheers as RVD bounces off of the ropes, rolls on the ground, pops up, leaps up, flips and connects with the ROLLING THUNDER ONTO BOTH THE CHAIR AND THE GAME!!!

More howls and cheers ring out around the arena, as Triple H thrashes around on the mat in agony, clutching his crushed torso, whilst Van Dam writhes around also, holding onto his back. Van Dam gingerly gets back up to his feet and grabs the loose arm and leg of Helmsley, bringing him back to the middle of the ring, before going for the cover, hooking the far leg to make sure.

…1…
…………………………..

…2…
… NO!
Hunter gets a shoulder up! Van Dam shakes his head with disappointment, but does not let it faze him. Grabbing hold off Triple H’s underarms, RVD staggers backwards, dragging The Game over to the nearby corner, propping him up against the bottom turnbuckle, where the ten-time World Champion falls, helpless. The crowd roars, as a bloody RVD scoops the Steel Chair up off the canvas, holding it up high with tired … weary arms for all to see … HE RACES FORWARDS … LEAPS UP … NAILS THE CHAIR SURF DROPKICK … HITTING THE CHAIR RIGHT BACK INTO THE FACE OF THE GAME!!!!

“OOOOOOOOHHHH”, as Triple H crumples forwards in a heap, and Van Dam rolls away clutching the back of his leg. An “EC-DUB” chant is raging throughout the Allstate Arena, as RVD drops down to the blood-stained canvas, dragging Helmsley away from the ropes, and making the cover.

…1…

………………………….
…2…

……………………
… NO!
Hunter gets his shoulder up, as Van Dam lets out a breath and slides away, revealing the usually handsome features of The Game, as he has now been BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!! The crowd lets out another shocked groan, as the blood flows from the wound in Triple H’s skull, streaming into his eyes and mouth. RVD staggers back up to his feet and pulls Hunter up with him, slugging the Cerebral Assassin with hard right hands, backing him towards the already erected table.

The crowd buzzes, as they suspect what is running through Van Dam’s mind. He stands with his back to the table, grimacing, and hooks Hunter’s arm in a front facelock. The ECW alumni bends down … LIFTS HELMSLEY UP INTO THE AIR … BUT TRIPLE H FIGHTS IT AND LANDS BEHIND VAN DAM INSTEAD … HE SHOVES HIM INTO THE ROPES … CATCHES HIM ON THE WAY BACK … LIFTING RVD UP … SLAMMING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!

“OH MY GAAAWWWWWDDD IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!”

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


The table, and quite possibly Rob Van Dam, have been broken in half, as he lies a bloody wreck amongst the splintered wood. Chicago is on their feet, still reeling from the devastating manoeuvre, as Triple H rolls backwards slightly, trying to stem the flow of crimson from his skull. The Game grabs hold of Van Dam’s foot, pulling him wearily out of the wreckage, before falling down on top of him for another cover!

…1…

………………………….
…2…

……………………
… TH - NO!
VAN DAM KICKS OUT! The crowd roars in delight, as the right shoulder of the ECW alumni pops up at the last possible moment. Triple H is almost to beaten and bloodied to be angry, as he hangs his head in disappointment instead. He quickly crawls across Van Dam, pulling his head up and screaming in his face, “JUST STAY DOWN!” Hunter pummels RVD in the face over … and over … and over again, until his taped knuckles are almost as scarlet as Van Dam’s face.

Chicago is booing manically, and Triple H slowly staggers back up to his feet, wiping the hair and blood out of his eyes. He rests his hands on his knees to recover, but suddenly hears the crowd roaring and looks up … TO SEE ROB VAN DAM USING THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF UP!! The Game’s eyes open wide, unable to believe what he is seeing, as Van Dam, teeth gritted together drags himself up, feet slipping and sliding on the blood, before turning to face his opponent … BUT TRIPLE H DECAPITATES HIM WITH A FEROCIOUS CLOTHESLINE!!! The crowd boos, as Hunter drops down for another cover!

…1…

………………………….
…2…

……………………
… TH - NO!
RVD KEEPS ON FIGHTING! The King of Kings blinks through the scarlet stream, before raking his fingers angrily through his hair. He drops down and rolls to the outside of the ring once more, and goes under the ring … DRAGGING OUT A SECOND TABLE!! The crowd gives another roar, as Hunter scowls up into the ring, signalling the ominous fate that awaits Van Dam. Helmsley sets the table up on the outside of the ring this time, before glancing up to see Van Dam struggling back up to his feet against the ropes.

Hunter slides back into the ring and walks right back over to The Whole F’N Show, drilling him with some more vicious right hands, backing him up. The Game smirks, staring over his shoulder at the table set up on the outside of the ring, before kicking Van Dam in the gut. Helmsley shoves RVD’s head in between his legs … AND LIFTS HIM UP HIGH IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION … HE HURRIES ACROSS THE RING … GOING TO POWERBOMB VAN DAM OVER THE ROPES THROUGH THE TABLE … but RVD slides off, landing behind Triple H!

The Game angrily spins around and Van Dam charges … ONLY TO BE BACK DROPPED OVER THE TOP ROPE … but RVD lands on the apron much to the relief of the fans! Hunter turns around once again … and Van Dam tries to hit him with a shoulder to the gut through the ropes - but Helmsley manages to counter with his infamous FACECRUSHER, drilling Van Dam!! The crowd groans at the sick shot, as RVD slips forwards slightly, and Triple H grabs the man’s head, suspending him on the ropes … BEFORE DRIVING HIS HEAD DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BRUTAL ELEVATED DDT!!!!

“OOOOOOOOHHHHS” go around the arena, as Van Dam’s head is snapped at a hideous angle through the ropes, and he crumples through them down to the canvas. Triple H crawls over and hooks the far leg of the ECW Original one more time!

…1…

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…2…

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… TH - NO!
VAN DAM GETS HIS SHOULDER UP BARELY! The Allstate Arena comes alive once more, as a desperate and bloody Triple H rolls once more to the outside of the ring. The Game has an almost demonic expression on his face, as he holds his head in his hands. He drops to his knees and brings up the ring apron once again, feeling around for something … and he finds what he was looking for … AN ARRAY OF TRASH CANS AND LIDS!!!

The crowd pops at the sight of even more weaponry, as Hunter shakes his head to get rid of some of the blood, before sliding the items into the ring. Back in the ring, Van Dam is struggling back up to his feet again using the ropes, blinking through the crimson. Triple H backs up and hurls one of the trash cans over the ropes, before moving past the table and clambering back up onto the apron over it … BUT RVD BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND RACES FORWARDS … HE LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND GRABS HOLD OF HELMSLEY … NAILING A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!!

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

“NOOOOOOO!!! HUNTER’S GOTTA’ BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!!!!!!”


Chicago and The Coach lets the world know exactly what they thought of that, as both Rob Van Dam and Triple H lie in a broken heap amongst the remains of the table. The Game is flat on his back with the broken ends of the table on either side of him, his eyes barely flickering. Van Dam slowly, ever so slowly rolls back onto his knees, spurred on by the crowd and crawls over to his bloodied opponent. He flops down on top of Hunter for a weary cover!!

…1…

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…2…

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… THR - NO!
BUT TRIPLE H GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! Van Dam blinks slowly; barely able to believe what happened, as he rolls over backwards clutching his head. The Whole F’N Show drags himself back up to his feet using the apron, as Helmsley begins to stir, rolling over onto his front and scratching his way towards the ring. RVD is the first back onto the apron and he rolls under the bottom rope and across the canvas. Reaching out, Van Dam grabs hold of a nearby Steel Chair and pulls it to him, staggering back up to his feet.

Triple H is almost doing the very same thing, as he clambers onto the ring apron and virtually falls through the second rope, just managing to remain on his feet … VAN DAM SWINGS THE CHAIR AT HIM … BUT HUNTER DUCKS … RVD SPINS AROUND AND TRIPLE H BOOTS HIM IN THE GUT, SETTING HIM FOR THE PEDIGREE … HE NAILS IT!!!!!!!! Helmsley rolls backwards with a satisfied, intense smirk on his face, mouthing, “He’s done” to the crowd, before falling on top of Van Dam and hooking the far leg.

…1…

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…2…

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… THRE - NO!
RVD THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP!!! The crowd goes wild, as Triple H lets out of a small breath of annoyance, unable to do anything else such is his fatigue. The Game staggers back up to his feet and looks around, wondering just what the hell he has to do to beat the man he is in the ring with. Reaching down, Hunter opts for one of the trashcan lids and lifts it up, lying in wait behind Van Dam like a predatory cat.

RVD slowly struggles up to his knees first, blinking through the haze, before making the tired step back up to his feet, and he turns … HUNTER CRACKS HIM OVER THE SKULL WITH THE TRASHCAN LID!! “OOOOOOHHHS” go up from the crowd, and Van Dam stumbles around in a daze, but he does not go down all the way, only to one knee {where he grabs his own trashcan lid} and a frustrated Triple H moves in. Helmsley raises the weapon up high for a second strike … BUT VAN DAM WHIRLS AROUND AND SMASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH ANOTHER LID!!!

The crowd “OOOOOOHHHHS” and cheers, as Helmsley staggers backwards in a pained daze, and Van Dam gingerly makes it back up to his feet. The ECW Alumnus comes towards The Game … BUT HUNTER SMACKS HIM IN THE SKULL FOR A SECOND TIME - Van Dam is rocked … AND DRILLS THE KING OF KINGS RIGHT BACK!!! Both men are barely on their feet, as the sickening shots echo around the arena … HELMSLEY CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER BLOW!!

This time the trashcan lid flies from Hunter’s hand, and RVD drops his too, falling down to one knee. Triple H takes a hard breath before stepping in … BUT VAN DAM THROWS A FULL TRASHCAN TO HIM … THE GAME CATCHES IT … RVD LEAPS UP AND KICKS IT RIGHT BACK INTO HUNTER’S FACE WITH THE VAN DAMINATOR!!!!! The crowd roars, as Triple H crashes back down to the canvas, and Van Dam literally collapses on top of him for the cover!!

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…2…

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… THRE - NO!
HELMSLEY SURVIVES AGAIN!!! Mr. Monday Night hangs his head in utter dismay, evidently at a loss with what he is supposed to do to earn a victory tonight. He drags himself back up to his feet and points towards the turnbuckle, earning a thunderous pop from the crowd. Where usually he would simply spring all the way to the top, Van Dam has to climb slowly up the turnbuckle, stopping momentarily on the second rung to raise his arms to the crowd, as they chant along, “ROB-VAN-DAM”. He makes the final step up to the top turnbuckle and turns around … BUT TRIPLE H KICKS THE REFEREE INTO THE ROPES AND VAN DAM CROTCHES THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

The crowd boos, but it makes no difference, as The Game makes it back up to his feet slowly, having shown exactly why he is the Cerebral Assassin. Moving across the ring, Hunter pulls back and punches Van Dam hard in the mouth, rocking him, before stepping up to the second turnbuckle and hooking The Whole Dam Show’s arm. A groggy and bloody RVD offers no resistance, as Helmsley steps up to the top rope … BRINGING VAN DAM CRASHING OVER AND DOWN WITH A HUGE SUPERPLEX!!! The ring almost shakes with the impact, as both men are laid out in a heap, but it is Triple H who slides over onto his belly and covers his enemy.

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…2…

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… TH - NO!
ROB VAN DAM PUTS HIS SHOULDER IN THE AIR!!! Chicago breathes a huge sigh of relief, as Van Dam hangs in there. Triple H sits up, glaring like a mad man ahead of him, looking even more psychotic thanks to the blood covering his features. Quickly, The Game rolls under the bottom and reaches under the ring apron once again. After fiddling around for a bit … Hunter pulls out with a smile … The Great Equalizer … HIS SLEDGEHAMMER!! Chicago roars, some for and some against the weapon, but Helmsley does not seem to be hearing them, as he stares at the hammer, mesmerised.

Eventually, The King of Kings glances back into the ring, where Van Dam is stirring once more against the ropes, and scrambles back under the bottom rope. The crowd is screaming with horror, as RVD stands up, back to The Game, who brings the weapon up high, waiting for Van Dam to turn … HE TURNS AND HUNTER SWINGS THE HAMMER … RVD ducks and goes for a kick to Helmsley’s mid drift. Showing his quickness, Triple H catches Van Dam’s foot with one hand, holding onto the Sledgehammer with the other, smirking right in the face of The Whole F’N Show … BUT VAN GOES FOR THE ENZIGUIRI … HUNTER DUCKS AND BRINGS THE HAMMER UP … BUT RVD FLIES BACK WITH THE WINDMILL HEEL KICK, CATCHING THE GAME IN THE MOUTH!!!

Hunter drops the weapon to the ground and stumbles backwards into the ropes, staggering forwards … WHERE VAN DAM BLASTS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE SLEDGEHAMMER!!!!!!!!!

The Allstate Arena comes alive with possibly the loudest roar of the night, as Rob Van Dam turns Triple H’s lights out with a sickening shot, gaining retribution for all of the damage the weapon has done to his life over the past months. Through his bloody face, RVD throws the weapon down with disgust, and turns towards the turnbuckle once again. Helmsley lies in the centre of the ring, eyes closed, beaten and bloodies, as Van Dam ascends to the top rope. This time, Mr. Monday Night does not even bother with theatrics, but instead just glares down at the fallen Game … BEFORE FLYING OFF THE TOP WITH THE FIVE-STAR FROG SPLASH … HE NAILS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The “R-V-D” chants are bouncing off the arena walls, as Triple H slumps onto his side, almost broken in two. Van Dam rolls around in agony, clutching his abdomen, before eventually sucking it up and crawling over to his opponent. RVD pulls Hunter back onto his back and hooks the far leg tightly, closing his eyes for luck.

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!!!!!!!THREE!!!!!!
Winner: ROB VAN DAM at 19:48.


Chicago rises to its feet to shower applause onto the victor with a spectacular pop, as Rob Van Dam rolls backwards and lies flat on his back with exhaustion, the blood still pumping from his head. The referee quickly drops down and helps Mr. Monday Night up to his feet, raising his hand into the air – as the biggest victory of RVD’s life finally seems to sinks in, and he clenches his fists to the sky.

Jim Ross:
Rob Van Dam has done it!! After all of the years of being held down by The Game, after all of the punishment he has had to endure at the hands of Helmsley over these past months – he has come here to Wrestlemania, a place that The King Of Kings calls home, competed in The Cerebral Assassin’s speciality match, and BY GOD, Mr. Monday Night has beaten Triple H in a war!!

Jonathan Coachman:
What – no – I – this has to be the single worst night in the history of the WWE!! First the Spirit Squad lose and now this? How can the referee not have seen Van Dam use that sledgehammer at the end? It makes me sick!!


Van Dam staggers over to the nearest turnbuckle, ignoring the attention of the plethora of EMT’s that have entered the ring, and clambers up, raising his hands up high. He raises his thumbs and brings them in, as the crowd chants along, “ROB-VAN-DAM”. Another nice pop follows from Chicago, as a host of familiar faces enter the ring: Tommy Dreamer, The Sandman, Tazz and Styles from ringside, and Bill Alfonso.

The old ECW friends celebrate in the ring before helping a still bloody Van Dam out of the ring and back up the ramp. The Whole F-N Show stops one more time on the stage, as he and all of the ECW Originals soak up the “EC-Dub” chants.


Jim Ross:
For years it has been said that Rob Van Dam was the greatest superstar never to win a world title. But after tonight … after pinning the ten-time World Champion Triple H at his own game, this could be the start of something. It might not belong before we start calling RVD … World … Champion…


RVD takes a final look around the arena, before disappearing behind the curtain. The camera cuts back into the ring, where a fuming Triple H is just clambering back up to his feet. The EMT’s try to assist him, but The Game shoves them aside, boiling with anger as he stares back up the ramp.

***


A Video Package plays…


Narrator:
First comes the battle …

- Sweet Chin Music from Michaels to Cena.

Narrator:
First comes the conflict …

- FU to Michaels from Cena.

Narrator:
First comes the war …

- Angle Slam from Angle to Edge.

Narrator:
First comes the blood …

- Five Star Frog Splash to Triple H from RVD.

Narrator:
First comes the hate …

- Back Stabber from Carlito to Cena.

Narrator:
But after all of that …

- Dragon Whip to Kenny from Benjamin, as a voices echoes out.

“Comes …”

- Quick, wild shots of HBK, Cena, RVD, Big Show, Angle, Benjamin and Carlito.

“… the Backlash.”



“WWE Backlash, April 30th, 8/7CT, live on pay-per-view”



***

Michael Cole:
Ladies and gentlemen, delighted you are still with us on what has been an AMAZING night so far in Chicago, and the best is still to come. It’s the WWE Championship, and, first, the World Heavyweight Championship. Earlier tonight, folks, we asked you to take part in our AT&T Mobile phone vote to see just who you thought would emerge victorious our two Main Events here tonight. Over the last few hours, you, the fans have been able to vote via mobile phone for your pick. The voting has now closed on the World Heavyweight Championship match, so let’s take a look at the results…

On the screen:
Batista – 82.78% … Edge – 18.22%


Joey Styles:
Wow! Well, it would appear that the vast majority of people voting have gone with the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, they’ve gone for The Animal Batista, and who can blame them??

Tazz:
Absolutely, Joey. Can’t say I’m too surprised. We’ve all seen just how DOMINANT Batista has been over the past year. Gotta’ go with The Animal.

As the commentators keep talking, we cut to see Batista walking backstage, as his one-year anniversary match as World Heavyweight Champion is about to commence.

Michael Cole:
And there he is, ladies and gentlemen, the man who has vowed that his title reign will not end at the one-year mark. He is the most dominant champion in WWE history, facing the biggest challenge of his life. Let’s take a look at how this whole thing … arrived tonight.


***



World Heavyweight Championship Video Package:
- The Video Package begins with the famous shot from last years WrestleMania, as Batista lifts Triple H high up into the air with the lights on bright, before connecting with the Batista Bomb…


Jim Ross: BATISTA HAS DONE IT!!!

- Next is a clip of Big Dave holding the WHC up in the air, with the pyros firing up behind him…

Jim Ross: THE ERA OF THE ANIMAL … IS NOW UPON US!!!

- The shot of ‘Tista fades into one from the same event, WM 21 … as Edge stands up high on the ladder, amongst the flashing lights, and pulls down the MITB briefcase…

Jerry Lawler: EDGE WINS MONEY IN THE BANK!!! EDGE WINS!!!

- Quick shot of Edge falling to knees on the entrance ramp in Hollywood last year, crying, smiling and clutching the MITB briefcase close to his chest…

Jim Ross: (Echoing) …Edge can now challenge for the World title any time he chooses…

- Fading out from the shot of Edge, in the background the sirens begin, as “Save Me Sorrow” by Bullets and Octane begins in the background…

- Quick shots of Batista squaring off against the likes of Booker T, Randy Orton, and his Hell in a Cell war with Triple H…

“We've been wading in a sea of destruction
Sinking further in disease and temptation
Save me sorrow be gone (Be gone)”


Michael Cole: Batista is going to be facing challengers on all sides…

“Up ahead there's a sun that's a-rising
In a world that I pray to remind me
Save me sorrow be gone by dawn last aspiration
Fear defies my expectations”


- Clips of Big Dave getting nailed with sledgehammers from Triple H, steel chairs from Orton, cowbells from JBL, and more punishment…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Michael Cole: HERE COMES … THE ANIMAL!!!

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- Quick shots of ‘Tista overcoming every single one of his challenges, pinning the likes of Eddie Guerrero, Rey Mysterio, The Undertaker and more, before…

- …We cut to a shot of Matt Hardy vaulting a barricade and spearing Edge down in the ring, followed by clips of Kane and Chris Benoit attacking him too…


“In a search for the reason of my tears
And the ghost of our youth was near
Save me sorrow be gone (Be gone)”

Jim Ross: Mister Money in the Bank is a marked man…

“Now I see what I fear it's in front of me
The other times all I needed was to save me
Save me sorrow be gone, be gone”


- Clips of Edge SURVIVING every single one of his battles, such as dropping out of steel cages, hitting Benoit in the head with a brick, and delivering a thunderous con-chair-to to Kane, all followed by shots of him hugging his MITB briefcase…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Michael Cole: DAMMIT, EDGE ESCAPES … AGAIN!!!

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- A shot of Edge and Lita standing side-by-side in the ring, making out, sneering, begins to fade into…

- …Edge Spears Batista on SmackDown!, thus announcing he is cashing in at WrestleMania, followed by a shot of him standing over The Animal with the WHC in the air…


“Make me believe (?), just one time
Make me believe, it's in your heart, it's in your eyes”

Edge: A new era has dawned on Friday nights … an era … RATED R!!!

“I wanna’ go, yeah
Oh yeah
Let go”


- Clips of Edge Spearing Batista flash by quickly, followed by shots of the “Rated R Superstar” nailing The Animal with a steel chair, though they begin to chop and slow, as…

- …Quick shots of Batista’s overwhelming dominance begin to play, giving Edge the Spinebuster at SNME, and even coming close to giving him a con-chair-to of his own on the final SmackDown! before WrestleMania…


“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

Batista: I’m sick of all of the BULLS**T, Edge … at WrestleMania …on my one year anniversary … you fall to The Animal…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)
All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”


- Clips of Edge hitting the Spear, Edgecution, con-chair-to…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)”

- Quick shots of Batista hitting the Batista Bomb, Spear, Spinebuster…

“All night long, all night long, over and over tonight”

- Inter-cutting shots of both men standing over the other, preparing to nail him with the con-chair-to…

“(Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh)”

- ONLY EDGE CONNECTS with the con-chair-to to the other on the penultimate show, whilst Dave tosses the chair down on the final SmackDown! before WrestleMania…

“All night long…”

Michael Cole: Who will be celebrating their one-year anniversary come WrestleMania??

- Spear to Batista from Edge.

“…all night long…”

Michael Cole: Mister Money in the Bank???


- Batista Bomb from Big Dave to Edge.

“…over and over…”

Michael Cole: Or the World Heavyweight Champion???


- Final shot of the two men face-to-face on The Cutting Edge.

“(fading)…tonight…”




***


“YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME”



***METALINGUS***

The stage fills with smoke, as the crowd erupts with an initial mixed reaction, and the Rated R Superstar himself Edge steps out to the top of the ramp. Perhaps the loudest heat of the night greets Mr. Money in the Bank, as he bounces up and down on the spot in his long, black trench coat and shades, clutching his briefcase dearly. All alone for the first time in a long time, Edge steps half way down the ramp before putting his case down, preparing, and throwing his arms up high into the air, setting off his amazing pyro behind.



Michael Cole:
This is it, folks, the moment that Edge has been waiting for his entire life, his moment to shine in a Main Event on the grandest stage of them all with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line. Edge has held that Money in the Bank briefcase for one full year, and now … now is his opportunity. He could have cashed it in at any time – as he constantly reminded us – but he wanted the limelight, and he’s going to get it tonight. But, we have to remind ourselves that this man took a hell of a beating just forty-eight hours ago. Is he shaken up? I think so.

Tazz:
He might not be one hundred percent, but I don’t think that matters tonight. Edge talks a great game, Cole, but the fact is … Edge can back that up. He’s beaten guys like Eddie Guerrero, Rey Mysterio, Booker T, Chris Benoit, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, John Cena, and even the WWE Champion Kurt Angle – and this is his first shot at the big one? That don’t seem right to me, Joey, but that could all change tonight.

Joey Styles:
It very well could, Tazz. But you have to ask yourself, has anything over the past weeks given you reason to see Edge as getting the win tonight? He’s tried Spears, conchairto’s, and sneak attack after sneak attack – but EVERYTHING has failed. Edge says he’s not intimidated of The Animal, but I just can’t believe that. Tonight, no Lita, he’s all alone out there with everything to prove, and like you said, Michael, there’s NO WAY he has recovered from that assault yet.


Edge finally makes it down to the ring, though in no hurry whatsoever, and slides his MITB briefcase in before him. Climbing into the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle, raising his hands into the air to heat from the fans, staring ahead with insane eyes, contemplating the biggest match of his career.


***I WALK ALONE***

The crowd goes absolutely wild with one of the largest pops of the night, as the World Heavyweight Champion Batista strides out onto the stage looking pumped up as usual. With his belt strapped around his waist, The Animal soaks up the atmosphere, before dropping down and setting off his enormous pyro. Big Dave breathes hard through the smoke, staring right down to the ring where Edge waits nervously.



Michael Cole:
364 days ago, Batista stepped into the ring to face Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship. Batista walked OUT of Wrestlemania the World Heavyweight Champion that night and it hasn’t changed since. He’s beaten The Game in Hell in a Cell; he’s beaten JBL, Eddie Guerrero, Randy Orton, and even the legendary Undertaker. He is, simply put; the most dominant Champion in the history of the WWE … and that is who Edge is facing tonight.

Tazz:
You got that exactly right, Cole. Batista has taken on all comers and he has beaten them all one after the other. The Animal has the chance to mark his anniversary as Champion on the grandest stage of them all, with the lights on bright.


Batista steps into the ring quickly, casting the anxious looking Edge an intense look, before walking to the corner and climbing onto the turnbuckle, unstrapping his title and showing his World Heavyweight Championship off to the sold out crowd, letting out a roar.


Joey Styles:
What a blockbuster night it’s been so far. We can talk about Lashley-Undertaker, Van Dam-Triple H, Orton-McMahon, Flair-JBL, but this is IT! The first of our TWO Main Events tonight, two of the biggest stars in the WWE today go toe-to-toe on the greatest spectacle of them all!

Tazz:
Ha-ha, I love it, Joey. Edge versus Batista with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line. Let’s go to the ring and Tony Chimel.


Batista steps towards the middle of the ring, eager to get things underway, whilst Edge skulks in his own corner. The referee orders Big Dave back to his corner, and The Animal reluctantly steps backwards, never taking his eyes off the Rated R Superstar. Microphone in hand, Tony Chimel takes centre stage.


Tony Chimel:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit, and it is Edge CASHING IN HIS MONEY IN THE BANK CONTRACT … and is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(Nice pop) Introducing first … the challenger … from Toronto, Ontario … weighing in tonight at 250 pounds … he is a former ELEVEN TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPION … a former United States, Intercontinental and current MISTER MONEY IN THE BANK … ladies and gentlemen, THE RATED R SUPERSTAR … EEEEDGE!!!

Thunderous heat, as Edge throws his arms up into the air and stares into the crowd and at Batista with a look of almost psychotic anxiety, shaking his head from side to side.

Tony Chimel:
And his opponent … from Washington, D.C. … weighing in at 295 pounds … he is a former World Tag Team Champion … the winner of the 2005 Royal Rumble, and tonight, Main Events WrestleMania for the second time in two years. He is the longest reigning World Champion of the last decade, the current reigning and defending undisputed World Heavyweight Championnnnn, “THE ANIMAL” BAAAAAATISTAAAA!!!!

The Allstate Arena gives a tremendous pop, as Batista glowers across the ring at Edge, showing complete and utter confidence. The Rated R Superstar shakes his head, trying to block it all out. The referee takes the World title and MITB briefcase (to signify cashing it in) in his hands and holds them both up high for the crowd to see, before handing them through the ropes to the timekeeper.



***Bell rings***



World Heavyweight Championship Match:
‘The Animal’ Batista © vs. ‘The Rated R Superstar’ Edge

Chicago is working itself into a frenzy, as the two competitors glance up into the rafters, slightly awed by the occasion. There is a very strong Batista fan base present, screaming their lungs off for the World Champion, but there is also support for the Challenger, despite Edge being a heel, as they cheer for the charismatic Rated R Superstar. Unsurprisingly, it is The Animal who leaves his corner first, prompting a very nervous Edge to do the same thing…

The two rivals go nose-to-nose in the centre of the ring, with Edge’s mouth going into overload with the amount of trash talking he is doing, whilst Batista just calmly stars a hole through the Canadian. Edge is the first to break and he lunges towards The Animal, engaging him in the first collar and elbow tie up of the contest! The two men jostle for position, equally matched in terms of height - but soon Batista’s inhuman power takes over and he shoves Edge backwards stumbling into the corner! The Allstate Arena erupts, as Batista simply nods his head at the Rated R Superstar, who now looks even more terrified.

Snarling, Edge comes forwards once again and meets the World Heavyweight Champion with a second collar and elbow tie up. Mr. Money in the Bank can be heard grunting and groaning, trying desperately to gain some kind of leverage on the Champ, but once again the sheer strength of The Animal rears its head - Batista hurls Edge backwards, this time dropping him to one knee!! The Rated R Superstar grabs hold of the ropes quickly, yelling at the referee to keep Batista back. The Champion does not even advance though, instead simply bouncing on his toes to stay warm.

Edge steps back towards The Animal, but the jeers of the crowd soon become too much for the arrogant Canadian, and he turns to the fans, yelling at them to “SHUT UP!” Deafening heat pours down on Edge, who continues to fume, but heads back towards Batista anyway. Edge extends his hands, offering a test of strength, which the Champ acknowledges by extending his own arms. Just as their hands are about to meet, Edge quickly switches behind Batista, grabbing him in a Rear Waistlock. Edge tries desperately to keep The Animal in place, but Big Dave grabs hold of his arms forcing them off, before ducking around under the arm and applying the Hammerlock to the Challenger.

Shaking his head angrily, Edge tries to shake Batista off, and goes for the switch, only for The Animal to immediately apply the Side Headlock, showing off his underrated wrestling ability. The Rated R Superstar quickly backs into the ropes and tries to shove Batista away, but the Champ shows his amazing strength by holding onto the headlock and sliding down to the canvas with Edge! The long hair of the Challenger is covering his face, but it is easy to tell his anger.

Batista comes back up to his feet once more, still holding Edge in the Side Headlock. Mr. Money in the Bank quickly backs into the ropes, and this time manages to successfully shove The Animal away across the ring. Big Dave rebounds off the opposite ropes and Edge quickly drops down onto his stomach, forcing ‘Tista to skip over him and come off the ropes again. Edge stands up and LEAP FROGS over the top of Batista as he races back, before swinging a Clothesline. The Animal ducks and comes off the ropes once more, shooting back and ploughing straight through Edge with a hard Shoulder Block!! The crowd roars, as Batista stares into them intensely, and a stunned Edge staggers out onto the apron in an effort to escape.

Edge pulls himself up on the apron facing the audience, with his back to the ring. Batista does not give his challenger any time to recuperate though, as he quickly comes up behind the Rated R Superstar, spins him around and drills him with a vicious right hand right to the mouth! Edge crumples; almost falling from the apron, but The Animal grabs him by the shoulders and brings him crashing back over into the ring!! The crowd roars Batista on; as Edge stumbles back up to his feet clutching his spine, and the Champ lifts him up with a shoulder in the gut, driving him all the way back into the corner.

Edge’s back slams into the turnbuckle hard, and The Animal rears back, driving his shoulder into the mid section of the Challenger over and over again, ripping and tearing at the insides of the Canadian. Edge cries out with pain after each blow, doubling over in the corner, but Batista does not even let him fall to the canvas, and instead takes him by the arm and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Edge lands in the opposite corner and Batista charges towards him … but Mr. Money in the Bank quickly gets his elbow up, catching Big Dave in the face! The Animal reels backwards, and Edge, with his first offence of the contest, desperately springs up to the second turnbuckle, waiting for ‘Tista to turn around … which he does … EDGE FLIES OFF WITH A CROSSBODY … BUT DAVE MOVES AND EDGE EATS CANVAS!!!

The Allstate Arena cheers wildly, as Edge snaps up to his knees on instinct, clutching his chest and face. Batista quickly rushes off the ropes AND BOOTS EDGE RIGHT IN THE FACE, KNOCKING HIM BACK DOWN!! With the challenger flat on his back, The Animal continues his onslaught, as he comes off the ropes again, this time dropping a huge LEG DROP right across the chest/throat of Edge!! Batista quickly follows up with a forearm in the face of the Canadian.

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Edge kicks out quickly and desperately, sitting up with a look of real fright on his face, having almost wasted his opportunity. Batista wastes no time though, as he drags the Rated R Superstar back to his feet and drills him with right hand hands, backing him towards the ropes. Following a stiff shot the mouth of Edge, Batista suddenly hurries backwards and comes off the ropes, racing towards Edge and CLOTHESLINING HIM TO THE OUTSIDE!!

Chicago cheers for The Animal, as he steps through the ropes in pursuit of his prey. On his hands and knees on the outside, Edge tries to crawl away, but Big Dave is one him immediately. With a handful of Edge’s blonde hair, Batista drags the #1 Contender up to his feet and grabs him by the arm. ‘Tista goes for the Irish Whip … BUT EDGE REVERSES IT AND BATISTA SMACKS INTO THE STEEL RING POST SHOULDER FIRST!!! The sound echoes around the arena, drawing “OOOOOOS” from the crowd, as Batista doubles over slightly, wincing in pain.

Edge, seeing his first real opening of the match, grabs hold of The Animal and slams him face first off the ring apron! After raking his fingers through his hair, Edge shows that mean streak of his that we have all become so accustomed to, as he lays into ’Tista with a flurry of right hands. Still looking around desperately, Edge walks over to the crowd barrier and leans over, GRABBING A STEEL CHAIR from the front row!! The crowd boos, as Edge turns back towards Batista with the weapon, but the referee is already there, yanking the chair away from the Rated R Superstar. Edge shakes his head and berates the official, before turning and charging back at Batista … BUT THE ANIMAL CATCHES EDGE IN MID AIR AND RACES ACROSS THE FLOOR, DRIVING HIS SPINE INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!!

More "OOOOOS” ring out around the Allstate Arena, as Edge’s eyes bulge out of his head and he crumples down to the floor holding his back. Batista touches his shoulder gingerly, but quickly shakes it off and drags Mr. Money in the Bank back up to his feet. Leading Edge over towards the crowd, Big Dave bounces his head off the barricade. Looking slightly dazed, Edge is helpless, as ‘Tista drives his spine crashing into the barrier, before keeping his shoulder in place and lifting Edge back up, turning to slam his back into the ring apron this time!!

Batista quickly drills Edge with a right hand before he can fall, sending him stumbling away across the floor. Looking for anyway out of this predicament, Edge reaches up and grabs hold of the ring ropes, pulling himself back up onto the apron, where he leans against the turnbuckle. Methodical and menacing, The Animal follows him onto the apron and advances … BUT EDGE KICKS HIM IN THE GUT … AND DRIVES BATISTA’S HEAD DOWN WITH A DDT ON THE RING APRON!!! The crowd groans, as The Champ lies limp on the apron, and Edge delivers a few more desperate kicks to his head, before rolling him back into the ring.

Blinking through the haze, Batista makes it to his knee and begins to stagger up to his feet, much to the dismay of Edge. The Challenger quickly clambers up to the top rope, waiting for The Animal to turn around … BEFORE LEAPING OFF AND NAILING A MISSILE DROPKICK!! This time the Champion stays down, and Edge quickly makes the cover.

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Batista kicks out relatively quickly, prompting Edge to glower at the referee. The Rated R Superstar drags The Animal back up to his knees and hammers away on him with desperate right hands, before glancing into the crowd. With all of Chicago watching him, Edge raises his arms into the air arrogantly, not even bothering to look at his opponent … before ‘Tista slugs him in the gut immediately! Big Dave makes it back up onto his feet and drills Edge with some stiff right hands, spurred on by the crowd … but Edge cuts him off with a rake of the eyes! Boos filter down from the rafters, but Edge has no time to gloat, as he quickly comes off the ropes and races back in … BUT BATISTA RACES FORWARDS AND MEETS EDGE WITH A RUNNING LARIAT, TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT!!

The crowd pops at the devastating power of The Animal, almost turning the Rated R Superstar 360 degrees with that running clothesline. With Edge grounded Batista looks to take advantage and comes off the ropes, going for an Elbow Drop onto his challenger … but Edge rolls out of the way and ‘Tista hits nothing but canvas! The Champ groans, as he hits his injured arm, and the opportunistic Edge quickly comes forward, taking the arm and yanking it taught, before APPLYING THE ARMBREAKER on the canvas!

Edge falls back on the arm, pulling it right back in an effort to exert as much pressure as possible. Lying on his stomach, Batista swings his free arm around in a vain effort to escape the submission, but Edge cinches it in tight. The Rated R Superstar grimaces with exertion, scowling into the Chicago crowd, as they begin to chants the Champion’s name. Batista forces himself off the canvas using his powerful chest, somehow struggling up to his knees. Trying to maintain the arm bar, Edge finds himself with nothing more than a Overhand Wristlock in place, as Batista makes it back up to one foot … and then up to the next! The Animal powers up to his feet, as Edge desperately tries to keep him back … but ‘Tista hurls the Canadian over his head, breaking the Arm bar with pure power!!

Landing on his back, the Rated R Superstar gasps in pain and staggers back up to his feet, where Big Dave is waiting for. Eyes blazing, The Animal quickly scoops Edge up onto his shoulder, LOOKING FOR A POWERSLAM - but Batista’s arm seems to be slightly weaker than usual, and Edge quickly slides off his shoulders, grabs the chin of The Animal and slams him to the canvas, NAILING THE EDGE -O- MATIC, GRABBING THE LEGS!!!

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BATISTA KICKS OUT! It was easily the closest fall of the match so far, but the Champ just managed to survive. Edge shakes his head, but does not dwell for too long, as he grabs hold of The Animal and drags him up to his feet. Taking Big Dave over to the rope, Edge wraps the Champ’s arm around the top ropes, pulling it hard down, putting some real strain on the damaged limb. Batista grimaces, whilst the Challenger snarls and sneers with pressure. The referee warns Edge about the use of the ropes, and begins the count. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … Edge releases the arm of Batista, allowing the Champion to stumble down to his knees. Turning his back on his opponent in a show of pure arrogance, Edge saunters to the middle of the ring and raises his arms in the air to a ferocious amount of heat from the Allstate Arena.

Smirking, the Rated R Superstar turns back to Batista, grabbing hold of his head and trying to yank him back up to his feet … but The Animal fights back! ‘Tista unloads with a flurry of right hands, driving Edge back across the ring with sheer power. The crowd roars, cheering their hero on … but Edge cuts them short with a stiff kick to the mid section! Batista doubles over, and a frantic Edge quickly jumps up to the second turnbuckle, pointing down at The Animal … BEFORE LEAPING OFF … BUT BATISTA CATCHES HIM … DRILLING EDGE WITH A RUNNING POWERSLAM!!!!!! Big Dave throws himself down with a cover.

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EDGE KICKS OUT THIS TIME! Chicago groans, as the resilient Edge gets his shoulder off the canvas. Batista touches his arm with a bit of discomfort, but shakes it away and clambers back up to his feet, dragging his opponent with him. Mr. Money in the Bank can barely muster a defence and The Animal tees off on him with hard right hands, before shooting off the ropes AND TAKING EDGE DOWN WITH A STRONG CLOTHESLINE!! Big Dave is finding his rhythm now, and he comes off the ropes once more, KNOCKING EDGE RIGHT BACK DOWN! This time the Canadian superstar stays down, but Batista does not allow him the rest.

The World Champion pulls Edge back to his feet and shoots him into the corner with an Irish Whip. The #1 Contender lands groggily against the turnbuckle, and Batista races in, CRUSHING HIM WITH A POWERFUL CORNER CLOTHESLINE!! Edge is nearly taken right out of his boots, but The Animal is not done yet, as he mounts the second turnbuckle and begins to rain down the blows on his arrogant rival. ONE … TWO … THREE … FOUR … FIVE … SIX … SEVEN … EIGHT … NINE … TEN!!! The crowd cheers Batista on wildly, as he drops back down, leaving Edge looking almost punch drunk.

Taking him by the arm once more, Batista goes for the Irish Whip, but Edge manages to reverse it and sends the Champ across the ring into the corner. The Rated R Superstar races in … but catches an elbow to the jaw, and staggers away. With Edge reeling, Batista quickly steps up to the second turnbuckle, drawing a pop from the stunned audience, as he waits for his opponent to turn around … HE LEAPS OFF
… NAILING A FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE TO EDGE!!! Cheers go up for Batista’s highflying ability, as he makes the cover.

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EDGE STILL SURVIVES! Batista shakes his head and gives the referee a quick glance, before slapping the mat with his fist and dragging Edge back up to his feet. Staring into the audience, Batista suddenly shoves Edge’s head between his legs, drawing a thunderous roar from the crowd … AS HE LIFTS EDGE UP FOR THE BATISTA BOMB … but Edge pounds away at The Animal’s face, causing the Champ to back-pedal across the ring towards the turnbuckle. Edge quickly gets off Big Dave’s shoulders and makes it onto the top turnbuckle instead. Fuming, Batista spins around and races in towards the turnbuckle … BUT EDGE LEAPS OVER HIM AND RUNS ACROSS THE RING, COMING OFF THE ROPES … RIGHT INTO A SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM FROM BATISTA!!!! He hooks the leg.

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THE CHALLENGER BARELY KICKS OUT! The crowd gasps once again, as Batista looks at the referee, as if saying, “Come on”, before leaping back up to his feet. The Animal drags Edge back up and tries to scoop the Rated R Superstar into the air, but Edge slides down behind and grabs Big Dave in a Rear Waistlock. It does the Challenger no good though, as Batista easily performs the standing switching, swinging around behind Edge with his own Rear Waistlock. Mr. Money in the Bank swings his arm back, drilling The Animal in the face over and over again with stiff elbow shots, trying desperately to get him away. Stunned, eventually Batista has no choice but to release his grip, and Edge quickly shoots off the ropes. Dave throws a Clothesline, but Edge ducks and comes racing off the opposite ropes … BUT BATISTA CATCHES HIM … DRILLING HIM WITH A SPINNING SIDE SLAM!!! The Animal makes another cover.

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EDGE KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Batista looks positively insane with rage, as he glowers down at his challenger, whilst the crowd continues to boo. Big Dave drags the Rated R Superstar back up to his feet, with Edge looking almost drunk, and sends him into the corner with an Irish Whip. Edge hits the turnbuckle hard … BATISTA RACES IN … FLATTENING HIM WITH A HARD CORNER CLOTHESLINE!! Almost decapitated, Edge stumbles out from the corner - AS BATISTA CHARGES IN AGAIN … BUT EDGE CATCHES HIM WITH A DROP TOE HOLD, SLAMMING HIS FACE INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!! A slight “OOOOO” goes up from the crowd, as a desperate Edge rolls out of the way.

Making it across the ring, Edge stands in the opposite corner … before he drops down into a crouched position, begging Batista to get up!! The crowd pours thunderous heat on the #1 Contender, as he rakes his fingers through his long hair, that familiar look of insanity on his face. Big Dave meanwhile, leans against the second turnbuckle, blinking away the cobwebs from his head, before pushing himself back up to his feet, not hearing the screams from all of his fans … HE TURNS AROUND … EDGE CHARGES WITH A SPEAR … BUT BATISTA SEES HIM COMING AND CUTS EDGE IN HALF WITH HIS OWN SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!!!

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EDGE KICKS OUT!!!
Ungodly amounts of heat begin to pour down from the rafters of the Allstate Arena, and a small “Bullshit” chant, as the Rated R Superstar survives once again. Batista shakes his head from side-to-side in disbelief, making it up to his feet wearily once again, and bringing his opponent with him. Big Dave wastes no time posing and thrusts Edge’s head between his legs immediately!! The crowd roars their hero on, as for the second time of the match, BATISTA LIFTS EDGE UP FOR THE BATISTA BOMB … BUT EDGE BITES THE CHAMPION ON THE FACE!! The crowd boos loudly, as Batista lets out a muffled cry and staggers backwards into the corner once again, Edge having survived the Batista Bomb in the same way as before!!

With Batista in the corner, Edge clambers off his shoulders and stands up on the top turnbuckle, setting himself for something … BUT BATISTA SPINS AROUND AND CLOCKS EDGE WITH A RIGHT HAND, CAUSING HIM TO CROTCH THE TURNBUCKLE!! Edge’s eyes bulge out of his head, and he gasps in pain, as Batista begins to climb up the turnbuckle as well. The crowd buzzes at the usually so grounded Champion going up high for the second time in the contest, as he stands on the second rung of the turnbuckle, and HOISTS EDGE UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!

No one has any idea what The Animal has in mind, but Edge quickly rakes the eyes of the Champion, causing Batista to stumble. Edge clambers off Batista’s shoulders and grabs his head, forcing The Animal to turn around on the second turnbuckle, blinded. The Rated R Superstar hurriedly wraps his arm around Big Dave’s neck … HE LEAPS BACKWARDS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE … DRILLING BATISTA WITH A SUPER EDGECUTION DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd is almost silent with shock, as their hero Batista looks completely out of it in the middle of the ring. A small contingent, mainly Edge fans, start up a “HOLY SHIT” chant, as the Rated R Superstar struggles up off his back and crawls across the canvas, throwing himself over the World Heavyweight Champion in desperation!!

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THRE-
!!!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

BATISTA GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP!!!

The crowd explodes with thunderous cheers, as Edge falls back with his eyes closed, unable to believe that Batista survived such a manoeuvre. The Rated R Superstar looks around furiously, tearing at his hair, before staggering back up to his feet. Taking the Champion by the arm, he drags Batista back up to his feet - but The Animal explodes with right hands, not allowing Edge to get the better of him. Batista backs his Challenger across the ring with blow after blow, eventually backing him into the ropes. Taking Edge by the arm, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, and RACES FORWARDS WITH THE LARIAT … BUT EDGE DUCKS AND COMES OFF THE OTHER ROPES … THIS TIME DRILLING BATISTA WITH THE SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HOOKS THE FAR LEG!!

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NO!!!!
BATISTA KICKS OUT AGAIN!!! The crowd cheers wildly, as Edge holds his head in his hands, staring down at The Animal as though he cannot believe the man is human. A manic look in his eyes, Edge gets back up to his feet and quickly rolls out of the ring. He heads over to the timekeeper’s area, shoving everyone aside, and grabbing his MITB briefcase! The crowd boos and the referee tries to stop him, but Edge ignores them all and steps up onto the apron with the weapon … BUT BATISTA RACES FORWARDS AND SPEARS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES OFF THE APRON!!!!!!!!!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The crowd is on their feet, as both combatants lie in a heap at ringside, their bodies against the announce tables. Back in the ring, a reluctant referee begins to make the ten count.

“ONE … TWO … THREE …”

Both men struggle up to their knees, with Batista moving the quicker.

“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”

Batista pulls himself up on the apron, and rolls under the bottom rope, as Edge struggles up.

“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”

EDGE BEGINS TO WALK AWAY!!! The crowd boos frantically, as Edge waves a hand at Batista and the ring, almost as though he does not even care about becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, and heads up the ramp. Back in the ring, the referee sighs and opens his mouth to make the count of ten … but Batista grabs him by the scruff of his neck, backing him into the corner and telling him to hold off … AS EDGE SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING FROM BEHIND AND RACES IN … BUT BATISTA SEES HIM COMING AND PLANTS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fuming Batista confidently makes the cover, as the rather surprised referee immediately drops down!!

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NO!!!!
EDGE KICKS OUT!!!!!
Another gasp of dismay echoes around the arena, as Batista stares a hole through the official, asking what happened. The Animal stands back up to his feet quickly and raises both hands into the air, before calmly giving the thumbs down. For the third time in the match, Big Dave drags Edge back up to his feet and places his head between his legs … BATISTA BOMB TIME … but Edge wraps his hands around Batista’s legs and drives him into the corner … WHERE HE CRUSHES THE REFEREE!!!!!!

A slight groan goes up throughout the arena, as the official crumples down to the canvas in a heap, and Batista goes down too, clutching his back. His eyes darting from side-to-side, Edge quickly slides out of the ring and throws up the ring apron, searching for something. Back in the ring, The Animal clambers back up to his feet, looking regrettably down at the motionless official, before heading out after Edge through the middle ropes … BUT EDGE SMASHES THE MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE ACROSS THE SKULL OF THE WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!!

“OOOOOOHHHHS” ring through the arena, as the sickening smack echoes out. Batista drops down to the canvas in a heap, landing on his front, as Edge tries desperately to catch his breath on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring, The Animal slowly rolls over on to his back, and the camera closes in on his face, which has been BUSTED WIDE OPEN causing another groan from the heavily pro-Batista crowd. Like a shark smelling blood, Edge stares into the ring at his bloody and vulnerable opponent, before shoving the timekeeper out of the way for a second time … AND GRABBING A PAIR OF STEEL CHAIRS!!

The crowd is booing wildly, as Edge slides into the ring, an evil glint in his eye. He glances over across the ring to make sure the referee is still down, before dropping one of the Steel Chairs down to the mat, and heading over to the Champion. Edge leers down over The Animal for a few moments, savouring the seconds, before dragging Batista across the ring and throwing him on top of the Chair.

The Rated R Superstar forces Big Dave’s head down over the chair face-first, smearing his own hands with the blood of The Animal in the process. Edge stands back up, still with the other Steel Chair in his hand, and stares around the Allstate Arena like a madman, before switching his gaze to the fallen Champion … HE LIFTS THE WEAPON UP … SHADES OF SMACKDOWN … BRINGING IT CRASHING DOWN WITH A THUNDEROUS CON-CHAIR-TO … BUT BATISTA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!!!

The crowd roars, as The Animal manages to avoid the wicked chair shot and rolls onto his knees. Edge staggers backwards, stunned by the force of the Con-chair-to he just missed, but he angrily sees Batista clambering back up to his feet … HE RACES FORWARDS LOOKING TO TAKE BATISTA’S HEAD OFF WITH THE CHAIR … BUT BATISTA KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! Both Edge and the Steel Chair go flying, but the World Champion, though still bleeding heavily from his forehead, does not let him rest, as he quickly drags Mr. Money in the Bank up and sticks his head between his legs. The Allstate Arena wills The Animal on, as he takes a deep breath … BEFORE LIFTING EDGE UP HIGH INTO THE AIR … BRINGING HIM CRASHING BACK DOWN WITH A DEVASTATING BATISTA BOMB!!!!!!!!!!

Thunderous cheers rain down from the stands, as Edge’s broken body twitches slightly on the canvas before going still, his arms and legs splayed out like that of a crash dummy. Batista does not seem to be fairing to better, as he rests on his haunches, holding his bloody head in agony. He shuffles forwards and drops on top of Edge, wearily hooking the near leg to make extra sure!!

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THE REFEREE IS STILL DOWN!!! The arena shakes with boos, as Batista looks around in despair, before finally laying his eyes upon the hapless form of the match official. After wiping the blood from his eyes, The Animal struggles back up to his feet and limps over to the referee, shaking him desperately, trying to at least revive the man. Eventually, the official begins to stir, nodding his head at Batista, who heads back over to Edge and covers him once again. The referee crawls across the mat to make a weary count.

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EDGE GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!!! A gasp of shock, frustration and adulation erupts around the Allstate Arena, as Batista’s head drops, unable to believe that the match is not over yet. The bloody World Heavyweight Champion stands back up to his feet and stares down at Edge with a look of utter contempt, before throwing his arms apart with a guttural roar, and dragging the Rated R Superstar back up to his feet. Batista positions Edge’s head between his legs once again … GOING FOR A SECOND BATISTA BOMB … HE GETS HIM UP … BUT EDGE SLIDES OFF HIS SHOULDERS AND SHOOTS OFF THE ROPES … AND NAILS THE SPEAR FOR THE SECOND TIME!!!!!!!!!! The Animal looks to be down and out, as the Challenger breathes deeply and hooks both legs!!

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BATISTA KICKS OUT!!!!!
Chicago ERUPTS into one of the most deafening reactions of the entire night!! Batista’s shoulder is frozen in mid air, having popped up almost on pure instinct, before dropping back down to the canvas. Edge hangs his head tiredly, with barely enough energy to even chastise the official. Instead he crawls on his hands and knees towards the corner once again. He pulls himself up into a crouched position and focuses back on The Animal, his fingertips just willing Batista back up to his feet, his lips salivating.

“BA-TIS-TA! BA-TIS-TA! BA-TIS-TA!” The crowd chants the name of the most dominant World Heavyweight Champion of all time, as The Animal slowly begins to stir. The canvas is stained an evil crimson with the blood of Dave Batista, and he barely has enough of it left flowing through his body to pull himself back up to his feet … but he does! The incredible heart and fighting spirit of Batista shines through, as Edge shakes his hand desperately, begging The Animal to turn around, which he finally does to face his enemy and EDGE CHARGES FORWARD …………………….. HITTING THE THIRD SPEAR OF THE MATCH TO BATISTA!!!!!!

EDGE MAKES THE MOST DESPERATE COVER OF HIS LIFE, HOOKING BOTH LEGS TIGHT!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: AND NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, EDGE at 21:33.


EDGE ROLLS BACKWARDS WITH HIS HANDS IN THE AIR – WE HAVE A NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! The reaction from the crowd is mixed to say the least, definitely leaning towards heat, but there can be no doubt that it is a thunderous reaction, as Edge staggers back up to his feet, a look of shock on his face, and has his hand raised by the referee.

Michael Cole:
OH MY!!! Can you believe it??!! After holding the Money in the Bank briefcase for a full year, after waiting all this time – Edge has finally fulfilled his dream and won the big one on the grandest stage of them all, ending the year long reign of The Animal. What an effort by Batista though, he really gave it his all!!!!!

Tazz:
I – I’m in shock!!! I mean, Batista has looked damned near indestructible these past twelve months, but we just saw Edge – EDGE – pin him in the middle of that ring for the World Heavyweight title!! People might not like some of Edge’s tactics, but let me tell you this, they are DAMN effective, and that’s why he is now the top dog in this business. What a match, baby!!


The camera gives us a quick shot of a bloody Batista heading back up the ramp with his head bowed to applause from the fans, before cutting back into the ring, where the referee finally delivers the moment Edge has been waiting for all his life … and hands him the World Heavyweight Championship. Edge holds the belt in his hands, staring down at it, fixated, before clutching it to his chest and dropping down to his knees, his eyes welling up.

Simply because it is Edge, the crowd does not pour as much heat on him as one would expect, and the Chicago crowd has been split all night, and actually gives the Rated R Superstar the respect he deserves. He staggers forwards and clambers up the turnbuckle, thrusting his new championship high into the air for all to see.


Tazz:
(Applauding)
Awww, c’mon, Michael and Joey, you gotta clap for this guy. He just did the impossible and beat Batista, and I’m pretty pleased. He chose SmackDown to be where he cashes it all in, and now he’s gonna reign supreme.


Joey Styles:
Well, whether I like it or not, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that Edge just pulled off the biggest shock of the night and made the biggest impact of his life. Edge is now the NEW World Heavyweight Champion! The Rated R Era … is now upon us…


Still perched on the top turnbuckle, Edge manages to tear his eyes away from taunting the crowd, and once again simply gazes at his new championship belt. Eyes closed, he slowly brings it to his lips and kisses it gently, savouring every moment, before hugging it tightly once again.


Michael Cole:
And with that, it’s over to J.R and Coach once more. Goodnight from myself, Joey Styles and Tazz, and goodnight from SmackDown. Enjoy the Main Event.

Jim Ross:
Thank you, fellas, and yes it is indeed time for THE MAIN EVENT of the evening. It’s time for three of this business’ BEST to lock horns in what should be an absolutely spellbinding contest.

Jonathan Coachman:
If those SmackDown guys – yeah, good riddance by the way – if they think that their Main Event was something special, just wait till they see what we’ve got coming for them. It’s going to be awesome.

Jim Ross:
And just like Michael Cole said earlier, for the past few hours of this show you have been voting on our AT&T Mobile phone poll, letting us know just who you thought would be leaving Chicago tonight as the WWE Champion. Let’s take a look. Any ideas, Coach??

Jonathan Coachman:
Of course.

On the screen:
Kurt Angle – 36.77% … Shawn Michaels 25.14% … John Cena – 38.09%


Jonathan Coachman:
WHAT?? I can’t believe that people have been THAT stupid and not voted for The Heartbreak Kid. I mean, c’mon, he’s Mister WrestleMania!!

Jim Ross:
Well, it looks pretty even to me, with John Cena the slight favourite in your eyes. We saw earlier in the World Heavyweight Championship match though, that no matter how much of a favourite one man is … you can NEVER predict who will win.

Jonathan Coachman:
I know that of course, J.R, and I know that three of the best wrestlers in the world are going to light it up in just a few moments.

Jim Ross:
Kurt Angle, Shawn Michaels and John Cena: three men with a HUGE and INTENSE history with one another. They’ve had wars with one another before; they’ve clashed on HUGE stages before, but NEVER at the same time like tonight. Let’s see how this deeply, DEEPLY personal, Triple Threat rivalry … came together.


***



Triple Threat Video Package:
- The VP opens with “Deliver Me” by Sarah Brightman beginning faintly in the background, as we get a few sweeping shots, birds eye P.O.V’s of various WrestleMania arenas, filled to the rafters with fans, all screaming, all cheering, as the fireworks blast into the sky…


Jim Ross: Welcome to a global phenomenon…

- We get a few more clips of different WrestleMania’s, though time from within the crowd, looking up and down at the glorious action going on in the ring…

Jim Ross: This … is WRESTLEMANIAAAAAA!!!

- A quick shot of W’Mania XXI last year, as Michaels suffers his most humiliating WM loss ever, tapping out to Kurt Angle’s Ankle Lock. This is followed by a few more shots of HBK looking distraught and lost over the next 12 months…

Shawn Michaels: WrestleMania Twenty-One … was the worst night of my career…

- More shots of HBK being helped from the ring and limping back up the ramp, before cutting to a few images of him alone in a darkened room, head bowed…

Shawn Michaels: …Nobody does that to Mr. WrestleMania … (echoing) nobody…

- This fades to a shot of Michaels perched on top of the steel steps, preparing to drive John Cena’s head right down into them…

Jonathan Coachman: John Cena’s neck could be broken!!!

- Quick shots of Cena being carried from the arena on a stretcher, followed by images of him in hospital, lying in bed…

John Cena: You tried to paralyse me on those steel steps, Shawn Michaels…

- Shot of Cena at last years WM, holding up the WWE Championship for the first time in his life.

John Cena: Shawn Michaels, you bashed my head in at the Royal Rumble … but I was still standing.

- Quick shots of a bloodied Cena {after HBK’s attack} throwing body after body over the top rope tin the Royal Rumble, before breaking down in tears, under Michaels’ gaze…

Shawn Michaels: You told ole’ Shawn Michaels TA’ TAKE A HIKE!! You told me to sit on the sidelines and watch. YOU TOLD ME … World Wrestlin’ Entertainment … YOU TOLD ME … John Cena … to let you have … my spotlight.

- Clips of Michaels being pinned by Cena at the Royal Rumble, refusing the handshake, before assaulting the youngster later on that night...

Jim Ross: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED???!!!

- Clips of Michaels being pinned by Cena at the Royal Rumble, refusing the handshake, before returning to beat the hell out of Cena on Raw and sign the contract for the W’Mania Main Event…

Shawn Michaels: One thing’s for sure … this ain’t WrestleMania Twenty-One, and at WrestleMania Twenty-Two, The Heartbreak Kid will be standin’ tall…

- As a shot of Michaels twirling on the spot slows down, it fades into a close up of Cena’s bloody face, teeth gritted a raw, as he makes his return at Saturday Night’s Main Event…

John Cena: But if the only way I’m gonna’ get my hands on you, Heartbreak Kid, is by walkin’ through hell with Kurt Angle in tow at WrestleMania … then … so … be … it.

- After the shots of Cena taking HBK down at SNME, the crowd going wild as he poses in the ring, we fade to black before….

- …it opens up again with a shot of Kurt Angle standing at the top of the ramp, setting his red, white and blue pyro off…


Kurt Angle: It doesn’t MATTER who steps up to the plate, ‘cause the result will ALWAYS be the same…

- Quick shots of Angle beating HBK at W’Mania last year, followed by him taking the WWE Championship from Cena on the new year’s edition of Raw in a First Blood match…

Kurt Angle: I’ve beaten both Shawn Michaels AND John Cena…

- Suplex to Michaels, Olympic Slam to Cena, Suplex to Triple H, Moonsault onto Carlito, Suplex after Suplex to even more men, such as RVD, Undertaker, Edge, Orton and more…

Kurt Angle: … and I’m gonna’ beat them again.

- A shot of Angle after every one of his most recent title matches, arms spread out wide, roaring into the air with the WWE Championship belt in his hand…

- …As we get flashing, inter-cutting shots of the WWE Championship, on a podium, over the shoulder of each man involved in the Triple Threat match…


Jim Ross: IT’S GONNA’ BE A TRIPLE THREAT WAR…

- We get more flashing shots, but this time of Angle, HBK and Cena, showing each and every one of their many battles with one another over the years…

Jim Ross: FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

- Quick shots of Cena making his entrances at WM’s XX and XXI, followed by faster clips of him nailing F-U’s, and locking in the STF-U…

John Cena: I know that I’m good enough to beat you both … and bring the title home.

- Shots of Michael Superkicking various opponents, and stealing the show at each and every one of his WM appearances…

Shawn Michaels: …’AITCH BEE KAY, the original bad ass, the original AND ONLY initial outlaw of World Wrestling Entertainment will walk back down that aisle as THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…

- Clips of Angle beating opponent after opponent with the Olympic Slam and the Ankle Lock, walking down the aisle at WM XIX…

Kurt Angle: Nobody EVER overlooks Kurt Angle. If Shawn Michaels and John Cena wanna’ have their little war…

- Shots of Cena and HBK brawling and fighting over the course of 2006…

John Cena: I think it’s about time I stained these hands of mine with a little Heart … Break … blood.

- Cena nailing the F-U to Angle on the final Raw before W’Mania.

Kurt Angle: …If they wanna’ ignore one of the greatest wrestlers of all time…

- Clips of Cena receiving Sweet Chin Music on numerous occasions, followed by some more shots of the sick spike Piledriver on the steel steps…

Shawn Michaels: So what do I see every … single … night on Monday Night Raw with you John Cena … I see a guy who wants to BE THE HEARTBREAK KID SHAWN MICHAELS!!!

- Inter-cutting clips of a young Shawn Michaels against the modern John Cena, both fan-favourites, charismatic, handsome with female support, striking…

Kurt Angle: …then it’s your funeral.

- Shots of the events on the final Raw before ‘Mania, as Michaels defeats Angle following a distraction, but gets laid out anyway, and Cena plants the WWE Champion with the F-U, posing as the show closes…

Jim Ross: Folks, it don’t get no bigger than this – the Olympic Gold Medallist Kurt Angle defends the WWE Title against “The Heartbreak Kid” Shawn Michaels and John Cena in a Triple Threat Match!!!

- Quick shots of all three superstars holding up the WWE title at past WM’s.

Jonathan Coachman: You’ve gotta’ believe that this will be the greatest match in WrestleMania history, but what I really want to find out, is who really is THE BEST??

- Shot of Cena diving into the crowd last year.

Jonathan Coachman: The Doctor??

- Michaels flexing in the ring at WM X.

Jonathan Coachman: The Showstopper??

- Clip of Angle, serious, with the WWE title.

Jonathan Coachman: Or the Olympian??

- Quick shots of all three superstars.

“Only one man has the answer.”




***


***MY TIME IS NOW***

The Allstate Arena comes unglued with the LOUDEST ovation of the night, as the biggest star of the modern era, the controversial ‘Doctor Of Thuganomics’ John Cena steps out onto the stage. There is a smattering of boos as always, but mostly Rosemont showers cheers on the rebellious and confident former-WWE Champion. Cena is clad in his usual cap, black T-shirt and combat shorts, as he stares right down the ramp, as serious as a heartbeat. Barely even saluting the crowd, he begins the long walk down to the ring.



Jim Ross:
When you talk about vendettas, John Cena has to be top of that list. Back in January, he PINNED Shawn Michaels to make it into the Royal Rumble match, which he later went on to win – but that was after a brutal attack at the hands of a possessed Heartbreak Kid. This is damn personal between these two, folks.

Jonathan Coachman:
You’re right, J.R, but this isn’t a grudge match, this isn’t even a one-on-one match. This is a Triple Threat match for the WWE Championship, a match that John Cena EARNED at the Royal Rumble. He better get that through his head and forget about this business with Shawn Michaels – or he doesn’t stand a chance.


Cena slides into the ring energetically, staring fiercely into the crowd. He shakes his head angrily, before hurling his cap away and raising up a furiously intense ‘Word Life’ to all sides of the arena to a great ovation. The camera focuses in on the white taping that is wrapped out the torso of ‘The Champ’, as well as on his forehead, both the focus of numerous steel chair attacks from Michaels over the past months. Cena slowly begins to shadow box, bouncing on his toes, as he awaits his fate.


“OH!! OH!! SHAWN!!!!”



***SEXY BOY***

The crowd erupts with a HUGE initial pop, which is understandably mixed, leaning largely towards heat, as the one, the only, ‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels walks out onto the stage. HBK is dressed, as one would expect for the grandest stage of them all, in his sultry black and silver attire, complete with throwback gloves and the familiar black cowboy hat. Maintaining his rather cold attitude of late, Michaels eyes up the crowd, before sauntering on down to the ring.



Jim Ross:
This is what Shawn Michaels is all about. He’s said it before and he’s backed it up and numerous occasions. NOBODY out performs him in Main Event situations. Ask Razor Ramon, Diesel, Bret Hart, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Chris Jericho, Triple H, and Chris Benoit – the answer will always be the same.

Jonathan Coachman:
You know, you’re actually right for once, J.R. Shawn Michaels has NEVER been outperformed on a big occasion because he simply will-not-allow-it!! A lot of people call him cocky, a lot of people call him arrogant, but HBK cannot only talk the talk, but he can walk the walk as well. That’s why he truly is The Main Event.


Michaels steps into the ring, completely blanking Cena, and slowly holds out his arms, turning on the spot and soaking up the reaction he is getting, no matter how negative. He squats down in his familiar position, though without the smile, and flexes, as the pyro fires into the sky behind him. HBK twirls around energetically once again, tossing his hat out of the ring, before beginning to unbuckle his trouser covers, not even caring that Cena is boiling with anger behind him, as we all await the final piece of the puzzle…


***MEDAL***

Rosemont ERUPTS with another heavily mixed reaction, though easily the most positive so far, as the WWE Champion himself Kurt Angle marches out onto the stage with the title fixed around his waist. ‘The Wrestling Machine’, clad in his all black attire, pumps himself up with a few slaps to the face, before throwing his hands up high, sending the red, white and blue pyro blasting into the rafters. Angle steps through the smoke and heads down the ramp.



Jim Ross:
Kurt Angle is the greatest pure athlete in the HISTORY of sport’s entertainment. There cannot be any debate about that. Since coming to the WWE, the Olympic Gold Medallist truly has won all that there is to win, has beaten all that there is to beat – he even holds victories over John Cena and Shawn Michaels. One has to wonder if there is any way to take that belt away from him.

Jonathan Coachman:
All those lists of accolades that Kurt Angle has, they don’t mean anything now. This is now and that was then. You talk about how Kurt Angle has beaten John Cena and Shawn Michaels before? Well, just remember that they have BOTH beaten Kurt Angle before as well. He really has no advantage in this kind of match.


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

With all three combatants now out, the referee tells Shawn Michaels to get into the ring, which he does reluctantly, followed by the lovely Lillian Garcia. The official begins to check each man for foreign objects, starting with Cena, who is staring at HBK. Lillian takes centre stage.



Lillian Garcia:
The following contest is the TRIPLE THREAT MATCH and it is for the WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

Nice pop.

Lillian Garcia:
In this match up there are NO COUNT OUTS, NO DISQUALIFICATIONS, and the first superstar to score a pin fall or a submission will be ... the WWE CHAMPIOOOOOON!!!!!!

Michaels gives Angle a short, angry look, but the Champ barely acknowledges him.

Lillian Garcia:
Introducing challenger number one … from West Newberry, Massachusetts, weighing in tonight at 245 pounds … he is a former United States and WWE CHAMPION … and the WINNER OF THE 2006 ROYAL RUMBLE … ladies and gentlemen, THE DOCTOR OF THUGANOMICS … JOHHHNNNN CEEENNNNAAAAAA!!!

Another eruption from the crowd, Cena continues to stare straight ahead at good ole' HBK.

Lillian Garcia:
Challenger number two … from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in tonight at 225 pounds … he is a former TWO TIME Royal Rumble winner … an Intercontinental, European, Tag Team, World Heavyweight and WWE Champion … the first Grand Slam Champion in WWE history!!! He is the Showstopper, The Headliner, The Main Event, THE ICON … ladies and gentlemen, THE HEARTBREAK KIIIDDD … SHAAAAWWN MIIICHAELLSSSS!!!

Rosemont booms for the veteran, and Michaels arrogantly steps forward, raising a single arm in salute, keeping a smirking eye on both of his opponents.

Lillian Garcia:
And their opponent-

Angle pops in his gumshield, bouncing on his toes.

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


Angle raises his hands into the air to a booming ovation, but he keeps his gaze focused and jumps up down on the spot quickly.

Cena, Michaels and Angle all take a step towards the centre of the ring, where the match official displays the WWE Championship to them all, before raising it up high for Rosemont to see. The crowd cheers, as the Main Event is about to begin.



***Bell Rings***



WWE Championship; Triple Threat Match:
‘The Wrestling Machine’ Kurt Angle © vs.
‘The Doctor of Thuganomics’ John Cena vs.
‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels

The time is now. Rosemont is deafening at this moment, as the biggest match of the year is upon us. Each in their respective corner, the three combatants stare warily at their opponents. John Cena’s eyes seem ablaze with a fiery anger, as he looks a hole through ‘The Heartbreak Kid’, but still manages to control himself. Cena rests his hands on the ropes, hunched down in the corner, focused. Across from him, the WWE Champion Kurt Angle holds a similar body position, hands on knees, squatting forwards, anticipating the first move, but with his eyes darting between opponents. Shawn Michaels, however, seems quite different. ‘The Showstopper’ stands back in his corner looking anxiously between his enemies, appearing to have no impetus to get involved…

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

The three-way contest in the ring is not the only one transpiring in The Allstate Arena it would seem. The crowd duel ferociously, cheering for these three uber-popular superstars equally. As one would expect, Cena has the children and the majority of the women in his corner, Angle has the older males and the smarks, whilst HBK has his usual old school support. The mix works together, creating an atmosphere only fitting of WrestleMania. Each superstar glances up into the crowd as well, perhaps slightly awed by the incredible response. Slowly but surely, it is Shawn Michaels who makes the first step forward…

The crowd buzzes even more, especially the HBK camp, as The Showstopper begins the mind game. He steps slightly in the direction of Kurt Angle, yelling something and pointing threateningly at Cena across the ring. The Olympian simply stares right back, as Michaels appears to be suggesting an alliance between the two of them to take out Cena. Rubbing his jaw, Angle glances furiously at a waiting Cena, before turning back to HBK … and FLIPPING THE BIRD RIGHT IN THE MAN’S FACE!! “OH!!” The crowd gives a thunderous mixed reaction at Angle’s use of the middle finger, and J.R apologises excessively, but HBK seems to shrug it off, raking his fingers through his hair … BUT CENA HAS SEEN ENOUGH!!

As soon as Cena charges, Angle explodes out of the corner and both men race towards Michaels. The Icon barely has time to register what is happening before his two opponents are on top of him, raining down blows!! Rosemont roars emphatically, as HBK is forced to cover up, the rage of both men giving him no chance. Eventually, Cena grabs a handful of Michaels’ long hair and pulls him up to his feet, knocking him right back down with a clubbing right hand! Dazed, HBK staggers back up, and walks right into another thunderous right, this time from Angle! HBK is up again … knock down from Cena … knock down from Angle!!

The two men play the proverbial tennis game with The Showstopper, until Angle grabs a handful of hair this time and leads HBK over to the ropes. Propping Michaels up against them, The Wrestling Machine rears right back and rakes a vicious knife-edge Chop right across the chest!! Michaels’ eyes bulge right out of his head and the crowd “OOOOS” loudly. Holding HBK in place, Angle gives Cena an arrogant look, as if to say, “See if you can do better”. Cena does not need asking twice, as he steps forward, rearing back himself, and lights HBK up with another knife-edge Chop!

Michaels looks on the verge of passing out as he crumples against the ropes with his hands over his chest. Angle, sneering, shoves Cena forcefully in the chest, wagging his finger in his face, before spinning back around and Chopping HBK yet again!! Shawn groans in pain, as the “OOOOS” echo around the arena, and Cena actually smirks, clearly enjoying the suffering of his hated rival. He nods at Angle, before delivering another rasping Chop to Michaels! The Headliner looks drunk, as he staggers forwards in agony, and Angle takes him off his feet with a brutal European Uppercut!

After hitting the deck hard, HBK lies in a crumpled heap trying to recover, as an intense Kurt Angle turns back around … CENA SCOOPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER … GOING FOR THE F-U!! Angle quickly slides off the shoulders and drops down behind Cena, hooking his arm … LIFTING HIM UP FOR THE OLYMPIC SLAM!! But Cena jumps out of that one as well; landing on his feet, spinning around and taking Kurt down with a drop toe hold. Cena immediately pounces onto Angle’s back, grabbing away wildly, LOOKING TO APPLY THE STF-U!! The Wrestling Machine lives up to his name though and quickly rolls his body across that of Cena, breaking the hold. Angle immediately reaches down … GRABBING HIS ANKLE!! The crowd roars, as Kurt tries desperately to apply the Ankle Lock, with Cena floundering around on the canvas in an effort to escape…

Michaels breaks it up with a stiff kick to Angle’s head! Shaking the cobwebs away, HBK delivers a few quick boots to the WWE Champion, before angrily snatching hold of John Cena’s head and dragging him up to his feet. He leads The Doctor of Thuganomics over to the corner and slams his face-first off the top turnbuckle!! Cena looks slightly dazed, and HBK spins him around, rearing back and letting fly with a knife-edge Chop of his own! Michaels sneers in Cena’s face, mouthing, “How’s that feel?” He delivers a second Chop, as Cena groans in the corner, holding his massive chest with both hands.

The crowd is certainly unsure of Shawn Michaels, as they continue to boo his actions in the corner. Distracted slightly, HBK takes a step backwards out of the corner to smirk at the masses … but Kurt Angle rushes up behind him, snatching him in a rear waistlock … NAILING A GERMAN SUPLEX!! Rosemont pops loudly, and Angle keeps the fingers locked, bringing Michaels back up for a second German. He tries to lift HBK up, but the wily veteran blocks it, wrapping his ankle around Kurt’s and grabbing hold of the top rope. Angle tries with all of his might to get Shawn up, but to no avail. He releases the hold and a relieved HBK turns back around … ONLY TO BE CLOTHESLINED OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!

Michaels lands in a heap to the delight of the fans, whilst Angle turns back to the ring, where a dazed John Cena is pulling himself up in the far corner. Angle moves in, rocking Cena with a big time right hand, before snapping his head right back with a vicious European Uppercut!! Sensing his opportunity, the WWE Champion takes Cena by the arm and presses him against the ropes, looking for the Irish Whip. Cena quickly reverses it though and sends Kurt into the ropes … where HBK grabs his legs, tripping him!!

With Angle down, Michaels quickly jumps up onto the apron. Cena races in towards him, but catches a shoulder to the gut for his troubles! Cena keels over and HBK steadies himself, vaulting over the top rope into a Sunset Flip on the youngster … but Cena rolls straight through thanks to Kurt Angle, who drags him out of the way and hurls him aside,! Angle grabs hold of Michaels and lifts him up to his feet, drilling him with a series of hard right hands, backing him into the corner. Angle rears back and rocks The Heartbreak Kid with a European Uppercut, before taking him by the arm and sending across the ring into the opposite corner with the Irish Whip!

HBK hits the turnbuckle and stays put, as Angle advances on Cena, laying into him with more right hands, before sending him into Michaels’ corner with another Irish Whip … but Michaels quickly moves out of the way! Cena is now alone in the corner, as HBK quickly drills Angle with some stiff jabs, trying to break the rhythm of the dominant WWE Champion. Grabbing Kurt by the arm, Michaels tries to send him into Cena … but Angle reverses it again and sends Michaels crashing into Cena. Angle races in … but Cena shoves HBK forwards into Angle’s arms … he pops his hip … OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX ON MICHAELS!!!!

The crowd pops and shows their appreciation for the nice exchange between the three athletes, as Michaels writhes around in agony on the canvas. Cena tries to collect his breath … but Angle does not allow him to and races forward … RIGHT INTO A THUNDEROUS SPINEBUSTER FROM CENA!!! Cena shakes the ring with his explosive power, and he quickly hooks the leg for the first cover of the match!!

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Angle kicks out relatively quickly, but he looks stunned and in pain from the speed and ease with Cena was able to strike. Shaking his head slightly, Cena pulls himself back up to his feet and goes to pick Angle back up … but instead he spies HBK struggling up to his feet in the far corner. There is only one man who Cena truly wishes to get his hands on, and he races forward, almost decapitating Michaels with a vicious corner Clothesline!!

Across the ring, a shaken Angle makes it back up to his feet and stagger backwards in the nearby corner. Cena sees the WWE Champion and sprints across the ring, looking to lay into him as well … BUT ANGLE CATCHES HIM IN HIS ARMS … HE NAILS CENA WITH AN EXPLOSIVE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX THIS TIME!!! The crowd pops at the power of Angle, which proves itself to be just as explosive as Cena. The Olympian quickly makes the cover.

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A mixture of groans and cheers goes up from the crowd, but Angle shows no signs of frustration. He pulls Cena back up to his feet and throws him into the corner, where he proceeds to lay into the former Champion with more right hands. Backing off slightly, Angle steadies himself … before racing in towards Cena … but Michaels blindsides him … KNOCKING ANGLE THROUGH THE ROPES!! The WWE Champion crashes to the floor, as HBK quickly steps through the ropes onto the apron. The crowd buzzes, not sure what The Showstopper has on his mind, as Angle drags himself back up to his feet by the announce tables … MICHAELS LEAPS UP … SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE … WITH A FLYING MOONSAULT RIGHT ONTO ANGLE!!!!!!!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Rosemont lets their sentiments be known, as do J.R and Coach, who go wild at the crash landing they just witnessed right in front of their table. Angle and Michaels lie in a crumpled heap on the ringside floor, as an “’AITCH-BEE-KAY” chant rocks the arena. Michael showed exactly why he is known as The Main Event and Mr. WrestleMania, pulling out the major moves to put on the show of a lifetime. The Showstopper writhes around in pain on the floor for a few moments, touching his ever so sensitive back, before struggling back up to his feet.

Back inside the ring, John Cena staggers over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb. On the outside, HBK grabs hold of Angle’s vest and yanks him up to his feet, drilling the Olympic Gold Medallist with a hard right hand. Kurt slugs Michaels right back with a shot of his own, still with plenty of fight left in him. The two men exchange blows quickly on the floor, until the screams of the crowd distract them, and they turn … TO WHERE JOHN CENA IS PERCHED AWKWARDLY ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE … HE LEAPS OFF … CRASHING DOWN INTO HIS OPPONENTS!!!!!!!!

Yet more “HOLY SHIT” chants fill the arena, as the crowd goes wild with the surprise of seeing a street fighter such as John Cena go aerial in such a way. All three athletes are sprawled in a tangled pile opposite the Spanish announce table, with Michaels looking completely out of it, whilst Cena and Angle show a few more signs of life. With the “CE-NA” chants ringing around Rosemont, The Doctor of Thuganomics limps back up to his feet and grimaces. J.R quickly notes the blood that is covering Cena’s mouth, and he speculates that he may have busted his tongue with the impact. The ferociously focused Cena simply wipes the blood aside though and drags Kurt Angle back up to his feet. He rolls the WWE Champion back into the ring and crawls after him, hooking the far leg.

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Another mixed reaction goes up, as Angle manages to kick out. Cena shakes his head, touching his bloody mouth, before getting back up. He pulls the WWE Champion up as well, slugging the Olympic Hero with big time right hands that he has become famous for. Backing Angle against the ropes, Cena goes for the Irish Whip, but Kurt skips through in an effort to reverse it, but Cena reverses it again and hurls Angle into the ropes. The Champion comes flying back and Cena goes for a wild Clothesline, which Angle manages to duck easily and bounces off the ropes again … RIGHT INTO A SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM FROM CENA!! He quickly hooks the legs again.

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Cheers go up from the Angle camp, but groans and boos can be heard from the Cena supporters, as Kurt holds on to the WWE Championship once again. A bloodied Cena sighs, but grits his teeth once more and clambers to his feet. He pulls Angle up and backs him into the corner with stiff blows to the face. Cena looks to delivers another right hand - but Shawn Michaels clubs him from behind!! Cena seemed to make the mistake of forgetting about his arch-nemesis, something one should never do when that man is The Heartbreak Kid. A vicious Michaels punches Cena square in the mouth, before slapping him right across the chest with another wicked knife-edge Chop! Before Cena can even groan, HBK takes him by the arm and goes for the Irish Whip into the opposite corner. Cena easily reverses it though, sending Michaels slamming into the turnbuckle.

After rubbing his chest, an enraged Cena launches himself towards the corner, looking to flatten Michaels … but the wily veteran rolls out of the way and Cena collides with the turnbuckle sternum first! With the wind knocked out of him, Cena staggers backwards and right into the arms of Shawn Michaels. HBK grabs him in a rear waistlock, looking for something … BUT ANGLE RUSHES UP BEHIND MICHAELS, GRABBING HIM IN A REAR WAISTLOCK … BRINGING BOTH HE AND CENA CRASHING OVER WITH A DOUBLE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!!!

“AN-GLE!!! AN-GLE!!! AN-GLE!!!” Rosemont goes absolutely wild for the Olympic Gold Medallist, after the devastating double suplex. The actual manoeuvre itself took a lot out of all three men, with Cena being flung the furthest, but Michaels landing on the back of his head, and Angle being squashed by part of HBK’s body. Cena rolls around on the floor, clutching his head, as Angle tries to drag himself up against the ropes. The WWE Champion watches closely, as Cena pulls himself up, and Angle staggers up behind him, hooking the arm … LIFTING HIM UP FOR THE OLYMPIC SLAM … but Cena manages to slide out of it and land on his feet. Angle spins around and Cena races in towards him … BUT ANGLE LOWERS HIS SHOULDER AND SENDS CENA FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!!!!!

“OOOOOS” go up around The Allstate Arena for Cena’s landing, but there is little time for Kurt Angle to celebrate, as Shawn Michaels comes racing up behind him once again, slugging him viciously across the base of the skull. A weary WWE Champion stumbles down to one knee in the corner, and Michaels proceeds to slap away at the back of his head! A plethora of boos greet the actions of the arrogant Showstopper, but Michaels answers with a cocky sneer. He pulls Angle up and turns him around in the corner so that they are face-to-face. Michaels props Angle’s chin up and slaps him hard once more! HBK shows the Olympian absolutely no respect, as J.R warns that this could be a fatal mistake on the part of The Heartbreak Kid…

Angle answers with a vicious head butt right to the bridge of HBK’s nose!! The crowd roars, as J.R was proved exactly right; Michaels angered Angle sufficiently and the WWE Champion explodes from the corner with a second wicked head butt, followed by a European Uppercut that knocks the spit right out of The Showstopper’s mouth! Grabbing hold of Michaels’ head, Angle brings it down against his knee again and again, beating the life out of the cocky veteran with everything he has. With HBK rocked, stunned and with a bloody nose, Angle quickly charges backwards and shoots off the ropes. He goes for the running Lariat, but Michaels manages to duck out of desperation and shoves Angle against the ropes, falling backwards and rolling him up from behind!!

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ANGLE GRABS MICHAELS’ ANKLE!!! THE ANKLE LOCK IS APPLIED!!! The crowd roars in amazement at Angle’s incredible counter, as the Olympian, rolls his body over, fully escaping the pinning predicament and coming to one knee, holding onto HBK’s ankle tightly!! The Heartbreak Kid thrashes around in absolute agony on the canvas, arms flailing and mouth open in a cry of pain. He seems determine not to lose to the Ankle Lock for the second straight year at WrestleMania, but he is much to far away from the ropes for them to save him. He rolls over onto his back, trying to kick Angle away, but the WWE Champion keeps hold of the ankle as he lands on his back and comes back onto his knee still with the deadly submission in place … JOHN CENA COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE … DROPPING THE LEG DROP RIGHT ACROSS THE HEAD AND NECK OF KURT ANGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A mixed reaction engulfs the arena once again, as the crowd seems torn between what just happened. The impact of the move draws gasps as well; as Cena seems to have almost knocked Angle clean out. Michaels flops down to the mat having almost passed out to the excruciating Ankle Lock. Collecting himself, Cena crawls over to where Angle lies and makes the cover.

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Angle somehow survives the devastating leg drop he took, and Cena runs his hand through his hair in surprise. He turns to where Michaels is on his knees, and looks to grab hold of The Heartbreak Kid. The veteran was lying in wait though, as He grabs the front of Cena’s shorts and uses youngster’s own momentum against him, yanking him through the ropes to the outside!! A smattering of boos go up for the actions of Michaels, but all he has is an arrogant smirk. He steps back up to his feet and turns around … as Angle races in … but Michaels catches him, getting him up … NAILING THE INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! Angle winces in agony and HBK quickly drills him with a right hand, knocking him back down to the canvas.

The WWE Champions rebounds back up to his feet quickly, but The Showstopper lifts him up for a second time, hitting the Inverted Atomic Drop once more, before nailing another right hand, knocking Angle down. A rather loud amount of cheers are ringing around the arena right now, as HBK is getting is groove on, and there is nothing Angle can do, as he staggers back up to his feet one more time and gets scooped up high, before being planted by a hard body slam right in the centre of the ring!!

Full of confidence, HBK takes a great deal of time heading over to the corner, as he glances up into the rafters with an arrogant raised eyebrow. He steadily begins to ascend the turnbuckle to the top, setting himself up … BUT CENA RACES BACK INTO THE RING … HITTING THE ROPES, CAUSING HBK TO CROTCH THE TOP!!! “OOOOS” go up, as Michaels sits in a rather awkward position on the top rope, straddling it painfully. Cena steps up to the second turnbuckle and grabs hold of Michaels’ arm, applying the front facelock. The crowd buzzes, as Cena takes the final step up to the top rope, looking to hit the SUPERPLEX … but HBK manages to hold it off, resiliently sticking to the top. The two jostle for position, but it finally appears that Cena has won … BUT ANGLE COMES UNDERNEATH CENA IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION … BRINGING BOTH MEN CRASHING OVER IN A TOWER OF DOOM!!!!!!!!

“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!” Angle slumps down in the corner, looking extremely weary, but also stunned at the carnage he just caused. In the centre of the ring, Cena lies flat on his back, whilst HBK lies in a crumpled heap, having just been turned inside out. The Allstate Arena is going absolutely wild for Kurt Angle right now, and the WWE Champion looks to take advantage, as he struggle onto all fours and makes it over to Michaels, reaching back and hooking the far leg for the cover.
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Michaels barely managed to get a shoulder up that time, and it was easily the closest cover of the match, but a furiously intense WWE Champion does not allow it to deter him. Angle struggles back up to his feet and heads over to where Cena is trying to recover on his knees. The Olympic Gold Medallist kicks Cena stiffly in the mid section, taking the wind out of him once more, before dragging him up. Angle drills The Doctor of Thuganomics with yet another European Uppercut, before taking him by the arm and going for the Irish Whip, but Cena manages to reverse it … but Angle spins through, coming up behind the youngster, and wrapping his arms around his waist and TAKES CENA DOWN WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Angle keeps his hands clasped together and brings himself and Cena back up to a vertical base, before TAKING CENA DOWN WITH A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Austin keeps his hands together, the crowd cheering him on, but he comes up more slowly this time - with these suplexes obviously sapping the energy of him as per usual. Angle GOES FOR A THIRD GERMAN … AND HITS IT!!! This time Angle finally releases the grip he has, leaving Cena laying breathlessly on the canvas. The WWE Champion rolls over and grabs Cena’s leg, making a desperate bid to retain his title.
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Cena manages to throw his shoulder up and keep his title dreams alive! The crowd is split once again, but they all want this match to continue, that much they can agree on. Angle falls backwards from the cover, clearly now starting to become frustrated that he cannot put this match away. He staggers up to his feet and spies Shawn Michaels, still trying desperately to recover from the Tower Of Doom he endured. Angle heads over to him, snatching him up by the hair and muscling his shoulder into his gut, lifting HBK into the air. Carrying The Heartbreak Kid on his shoulder, Angle walks over to the nearby corner and places him on the top turnbuckle.

With Michaels seated on the top, Angle rears back and delivers another rasping right hand to the mouth, almost knocking HBK down again. As Michaels reels, Angle quickly steps up to the second turnbuckle and tries to wrap his arms around the body of The Headliner, clearly looking for the killer move off the top rope … but Michaels fights it! Despite his unforgivable actions of late there can be no denying the heart and courage of HBK, as he pounds away with fists to the mid section of Angle, keeping him away, before rearing his neck back and delivering a series of stiff head butts, cracking his own noggin against that of the WWE Champion!

Angle slips slightly, slightly bleeding now from a cut in his own head, and HBK steadies himself. Down in the ring below, John Cena is back to his feet and approaches the corner. Michaels stands, holding Angle’s sides, and FLIES OVER WITH THE SUNSET FLIP … BUT HIS LEGS LAND ON THE SHOULDERS OF JOHN CENA, WHO CATCHES HIM IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION!!! The crowd pops with awe, as Cena holds HBK up in position with brute strength and staggers across to the other corner … POWERBOMBING MICHAELS VIOLENTLY INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!!!!!!

“OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!” The crowd can barely believe what they just saw, as Shawn Michaels is almost folded like an accordion, such was the impact of the move from John Cena. HBK flops down in the corner, his head lolling lifelessly against his shoulder, whilst Cena rests on one knee, gasping for breath following the incredible feat of strength he just displayed. Back across the ring, a dazed Kurt Angle manages to step back down from the top rope and heads over towards The Doctor of Thuganomics.

Angle strikes first, nailing Cena with a hard right hand … but Cena comes right back with one of his own, showing no fear!! The two men exchange wicked shots in the centre of the ring, before Cena cleanly over powers the WWE Champion, the man who made him bleed in January to capture the belt, showing passion to drive Angle back against the ropes with right after right, blow after blow. The Wrestling Machine is even forced to cover up, something that we never thought we would see. Cena roars, looking to finish Angle off - but this time it is the WWE Champion who explodes with blows! Kurt lays into Cena with a flurry of very, very stiff shots, backing him across the ring, even forcing him to now cover up!!

The crowd is well and truly on their feet, unable to believe the raw intensity of the two men. Angle looks to be honing in on that killer blow - but Cena drives his boot right into the gut of the Olympian with a stiff kick, halting the momentum and doubling him over. Seeing his opportunity, Cena quickly races past Angle, coming off the ropes and somersaulting over … LOOKING FOR THE THROWBACK … BUT ANGLE STEPS BACKWARDS … CENA SLAMS DOWN TO THE MAT!!! Cena hits the canvas hard and pops up, clutching his spine, but Angle hurries forwards, grabbing his arm … LIFTING HIM UP FOR THE OLYMPIC SLAM … HE NAILS IT!!!!!!! He leans back and hooks the far leg.

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CENA KICKS OUT!!! The Allstate Arena roars in approval, mostly at the fact that this contest will be continuing, but also at the fight that is being displayed by young John Cena in his first true WrestleMania Main Event. Trembling with rage, Angle makes it back up to his feet and tears down his straps. Rosemont cheers, knowing what is coming next, as the WWE Champion lets out a furious roar and goes for Cena’s ankle … SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!!!!!!

Cries go up throughout the building, as Shawn Michaels strikes out of the blue with his patented superkick! Angle’s lights are turned completely out by the shot and he hits the deck immediately, followed by a still dazed HBK, who lands on top of him!!

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NO!!!!
CENA BREAKS IT UP!!!!!
There is a mixture of relief and disappointment amongst the fans, as Cena drags Michaels away by the leg. The two men make it up to their feet and Michaels slugs The Doctor of Thuganomics with a hard right hand. Cena answers immediately with a right of his own, staggering The Showstopper. Having hit much harder, Cena has the advantage and backs Michaels into the corner with blows. Taking the veteran by the arm he sends him racing across the ring into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Michaels hits the turnbuckle with tremendous velocity, causing his body to flip upwards momentarily, before dropping back down. He lands on his feet and staggers back around, where Cena kicks him in the gut and hooks his arm and leg … GOING FOR THE FISHERMAN BUSTER … BUT MICHAELS COUNTERS IT INTO A NECKBREAKER!!!

Cheers ring out for the counter, as well as some boos, but it seems to neither man any good, as they lie in prone positions on their backs, seemingly out of it … MICHAELS KIPS UP!! This draws a huge roar from the crowd, as The Showstopper gets all fired up. He catches Cena on the way up and plants him with a huge body slam. Just to make sure, HBK scoops the youngster up for a second time and drops him with a second body slam.

This time Michaels does not waste any time, as he heads towards the top rope. Pulling up his tights, a grimacing HBK steps through the ropes and begins the ascent to the top, the flashbulbs illuminating his climb. He steadies himself on the top, glaring down on his young enemy, before leaping off, LOOKING FOR THE FLYING ELBOW DROP … AND HITS IT!!!!!!! Cena convulses in pain and clutches his large chest, as Michaels gets back up to his feet and holds his hands, drawing in the jeers and cheers of the thousand upon thousands in attendance!!

The Showstopper confidently saunters over to the corner, holding on to the top rope and begins to stomp his foot. BOOM … BOOM … BOOM … BOOM … BOOM … BOOM … and a dazed John Cena begins to shakily make it back up to his feet.

Back to a vertical base, Cena slowly turns around and MICHAELS GOES FOR SWEET CHIN MUSIC … BUT CENA DUCKS IT AND LIFTS MICHAELS UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS IN POSITION FOR THE F-U!!! Rosemont roars as Cena sets Michaels up on his shoulders, standing in the centre of the ring, with the cameras flashing … BUT KURT ANGLE CHARGES BACK INTO THE RING … CENA SPINS, SMASHING HBK’S LEGS INTO ANGLE, KNOCKING HIM THROUGH THE ROPES!!!

The crowd actually pops at the unique counter from Cena, and The Doctor of Thuganomics gets set once more … BRINGING MICHAELS OVER FOR THE F-U … BUT MICHAELS COUNTERS IN MID-AIR … DRILLING CENA WITH A DDT!!!

“’AITCH-BEE-KAY!!! ‘AITCH-BEE-KAY!!! ‘AITCH-BEE-KAY!!!” The crowd shows their appreciation for the amazing counter skills of the veteran Shawn Michaels, as both he and John Cena are laid out on the canvas, totally drained. Cena holds his head slightly, whilst Michaels’ chest just heaves with exertion. Rolling over, The Showstopper makes it to the ropes and begins to drag himself back up. Across the ring, a resilient Cena begins to do the same, albeit at a much slower rate, stunned as he still is from the DDT he just suffered. The two men eventually make it to their feet and stagger towards one another again.

MICHAELS CHARGES … BUT CENA DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE, LIFTING HBK INTO THE AIR … PLANTING WITH THE TWISTING SIDE SLAM IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!! The Allstate Arena goes wild, as Cena, tired, battered and bloody, takes a look into the crowd and raises his right hand into the air. Grimacing with intensity, he bends down and waves his hand right in the face of The Heartbreak Kid. “YOU CAAAAAAAN’T SEE ME!!!” Rosemont chants along with him, as Cena wrings his bloody fist down on his rival, before racing backwards off the ropes … BUT KURT ANGLE GRABS HIS LEG FROM UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE, DRAGGING HIM TO THE OUTSIDE … APPLYING THE ANKLE LOCK!!!!!!!

The crowd goes absolutely wild, as Cena, on one leg, lunges on to the announce table in a frantic effort to escape the clutches of the WWE Champion. But Angle holds on tight, with Cena lying across the table, his arms flailing around in front of J.R and Coach, as the Olympic Gold Medallist bends his ankle in the most painful way possible. The referee clambers through the ropes after the two men, trying to get Angle to break the hold, despite the fact that there are no count outs or disqualifications!!!! Angle simply roars with intensity, screaming at Cena to tap out. But there is nothing for Cena to do, and he eventually collapses on top of the table, limp. Angle sees Cena’s lack of movement and releases the hold, turning back towards the ring.

The WWE Champion rolls back under the bottom rope into the ring, where Shawn Michaels is only just beginning to stir in the centre of the ring. Michaels pushes himself up onto all fours, looking to get back up … BUT ANKLE SNATCHES HIS ANKLE, APPLYING THE ANKLE LOCK TO HBK!!!!!!!

Another roar goes up around The Allstate Arena, as Michaels’ eyes suddenly bulge out of his head and he flails around frantically, looking for a way to escape. Angle screams, “TAAAAAAAAAAP!!” The memory of WrestleMania XXI is all too fresh in the minds of J.R and Coach, who mention how HBK tapped out to this very hold only one year ago. Michaels struggles, but the pain is clearly intense. A slight “’Aitch-Bee-Kay” chant can be heard, as Rosemont urges for the match to continue. The referee drops down onto his stomach, getting face-to-face with the agonised Showstopper, asking him if he wants to give it up.

Michaels begins raking his fingers through his hair, clutching at anything to avoiding tapping out, whilst attempting to inch himself closer to the ropes! Angle shows his intensity, wrenching back even harder on the ankle, causing HBK to raise his hand up …

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KEEPS ON FIGHTING!!! Michaels continues to scratch and claw, REACHING OUT … AND GRABBING THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! The crowd actually cheers, as HBK hugs the ropes as though they were his wife, and Angle reluctantly releases the hold, a look of pure rage on his face. After running his hand across his face in despair, The Wrestling Machine slowly turns around … RIGHT INTO JOHN CENA, WHO SCOOPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS; GOING FOR THE F-U … HE NAILS IT TO ANGLE!!!!!!!! Rosemont roars, as Cena, hobbling on his damaged ankle, drops down with a weary cover!!

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HBK BROKE IT UP!!!!!
A gasp goes through the arena, the crowd GOING ABSOLUTELY WILD, at Shawn Michaels having just saved the match and the WWE Championship. Stepping gingerly on his ankle, The Headliner makes it back up to his feet and drags Cena up too. Taking the youngster by the arm, Michaels goes for a sluggish Irish Whip, but Cena easily overpowers the veteran and reverses it, sending HBK off the ropes. Michaels shoots back and Cena throws a big Clothesline, only for HBK to nip underneath it and come off the opposite ropes … MICHAELS LEAPS FORWARD, LOOKING FOR A FLYING FOREARM … CENA CATCHES HIM!!!!

The crowd is on their feet in shock and awe at the inhuman power of John Cena, as he THROWS MICHAELS UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS … HE GOES FOR THE F-U … BUT MICHAELS LANDS ON HIS FEET … CENA SPINS AROUND … SWEET CHIN MUSIC … NO, CENA DUCKS THE KICKS, CATCHING MICHAELS WITH A DROP TOEHOLD … LEAPING ON TOP OF MICHAELS TO LOCK IN THE STF-U!!!!!!!!

Rosemont is electric once again, as the muscles ripple in Cena’s arms with exertion. He rips and tears at the face of The Showstopper, the veins popping up all over his shoulders. Michaels’ face is a mixture of pain and terror, searching for the ropes desperately, but Cena is just too strong to drag. His arms wildly scratching the canvas, HBK searches for some way to escape, but Cena wrenches back even harder. “TAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!” There really is nowhere for Michaels to go, as he RAISES HIS HAND INTO THE AIR…

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…AND KURT ANGLE DIVES ON TOP OF THEM, BREAKING IT UP!!!!!!! Rosemont ROARS with delight, as the title is saved once more, this time by the reigning champion, and Shawn Michaels slumps down onto the canvas, trying desperately recover from all of the submissions he has endured in this contest. Cena rolls over onto his back, holding his head in his hands, unable to believe that he did not win it there.

Angle makes it back up to his feet though and brings The Doctor of Thuganomics with him. Rearing back, the WWE Champion rocks Cena with a big European Uppercut, sending the saliva of the youngster spraying up into the air. Staggered, Cena answers with one of his own famous big strikes, catching the Olympian right in the mouth. This time it is Angle who is rocked, but he comes right back with a hard blow of his own … so does Cena … so does Angle … Cena … Angle … Cena … Angle swings again … BUT CENA DUCKS, LIFTING HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS … GOING FOR THE F-U … ANGLE SLIDES OFF THE SHOULDERS, LANDING BEHIND CENA … HE HOOKS CENA’S ARM, GETTING HIM UP … SENDING CENA CRASHING OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH THE OLYMPIC SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CENA CRASH LANDS AND DOES NOT MOVE!!! The crowd “OOOOOHHHS” at the devastating impact, as a breathless Kurt Angle slumps to one knee against the ropes, staring down at Cena with furious eyes. Rosemont can be heard screaming though, with cheers at the same time, as a very unsteady Shawn Michaels is back up to his feet!! HBK is tapping his foot against the canvas softly and urging, with every fibre of his being, for Angle to turn around. A faint “’AITCH-BEE-KAY” chant fills the arena, as many can sense that The Icon is moments away from victory.

Angle steps back from the ropes, turning around AND MICHAELS GOES FOR SWEET CHIN MUSIC … BUT ANGLE CATCHES HIS FOOT IN MID-AIR … APPLYING THE ANKLE LOCK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MICHAELS QUICKLY ROLLS THROUGH … BUT ANGLE MAINTAINS HIS GRIP!!! HBK desperately flips over onto his back and attempts to shove Angle off with his leg strength … BUT ANGLE STILL KEEPS THE HOLD LOCKED IN - HIS ARMS ENGULFING THE ANKLE, FOOT AND LEG LIKE A VICE!!! Michaels shakes his head furiously at the referee when asked the ominous question and REACHES OUT FOR THE ROPES AND … ANGLE JUST DRAWS ON HIS POWER AND DRAGS THE SHOWSTOPPER BACK TOWARDS THE CENTRE OF THE RING!!! Angle then steadies himself, holding onto the ankle, and drops down to the canvas, GRAPEVINING THE LEG!!!!

Rosemont ROARS as HBK screams out in agony, blood rushing from his broken nose across his lips!! Angle bellows with his frightening intensity for Michaels to tap but the veteran refuses, shaking his head like a mad man, not giving himself the dubious honour of submitting to Angle two WrestleMania’s running!!! Rosemont actually seems to be cheering for Michaels, desperate for this contest to continue, as HBK reaches out with every single inch of his arm, fingertips tingling, MAKING A GRAB FOR THE ROPES … BUT HE’S FAR TOO FAR AWAY!!! Angle continues to wrench and pull and twist and rip at the ankle of The Icon, but Michaels shows why he is so highly thought of, clenching his teeth together in agony. On the outside of the ring, John Cena has only just begun to stir, shaking his head from side to side.

With the crimson blood covering his face, Michaels grits his teeth, trying to do whatever he possibly can to stop the tears from rushing down his face. His entire body is shaking with pain, but he seems to be showing more heart than we have seen in a long time. Angle cries out passionately for The Showstopper to give it up, as Cena begins to stagger back up to his feet on the outside. Michaels’ hands skim over the canvas at one hundred miles per hour, searching for some escape. But there is not one. As Cena clambers up towards the ring, AN AGONIZED SHAWN MICHAELS RAISES HIS HAND INTO THE AIR …

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… AND FINALLY TAPS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: AND STILL WWE CHAMPION, KURT ANGLE @ 31:07.


Every single person in the building stays standing and showers the WWE Champion Kurt Angle in a tremendous pop of respect, applauding the effort that he just put in, in order to retain his prestigious title. Rolling onto his back, Angle looks lifeless, with his eyes closed, as Shawn Michaels slowly rolls away, and John Cena squats with his head in his hands on the outside of the ring.

Jim Ross:
MY GOD, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??!! THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST HELLACIOUS CONTESTS I EVER WITNESSED!!! ANGLE RETAINS!!! ANGLE WINS!!!!

Jonathan Coachman:
I – don’t really think words can do that justice, J.R!! THAT WAS THE GREATEST EFFORT I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!


The referee is handed the WWE title belt through the ropes and he walks over to Kurt Angle, helping the Olympian up against the ropes, before placing the belt over his shoulder and raising his arm into the air. The Allstate Arena cheers loudly for Angle, as he wearily holds his title up for all to see, but it seems that the applause is equally for the other to men involved. John Cena watches this all closely, the blood running down his face, whilst the EMT’s rush down the ramp to check on Shawn Michaels, who is tending to his ankle painfully.

Jim Ross:
The night has proved why this business is what it is – the GREATEST in all of sports entertainment!!! Edge became the NEW World Heavyweight Champion!! Rob Van Dam defeated Triple H in a blood bath!! Shane McMahon defeated Randy Orton with a little help from A RETURNING BRET HART!! The Undertaker managed to defeat the monstrous Bobby Lashley!! The Nature Boy’s career survived the challenge of JBL!!

Jonathan Coachman:
Trish Stratus retained her title!! Carlito is Mr. Money in the Bank!! We’ve got a new United States Champion in Rey Mysterio, a new Cruiserweight Champion in Jamie Noble, AND TWO new tag team Champions in the reunited World’s Greatest Tag Team here on Raw, and The Bluebloods on SmackDown!! And now, NOW, Kurt Angle-

Jim Ross:
Is STILL the WWE Champion, overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds against two of the greatest of all time in The Heartbreak Kid and John Cena!! From The Allstate Arena, live in Rosemont, Illinois, we wish to sign off for Michael Cole and Tazz from SmackDown! I’m J.R, this is The Coach, what a night is has been, folks. We thank you for joining us!! Good night!!


We fade out of WrestleMania 22 with a shot of the two beaten challengers, Shawn Michaels being helped back up the ramp, and John Cena, bleeding profusely from the mouth but still standing at the foot of the ramp, glaring up at the victor. After this the camera quickly pans back to the ring, where Kurt Angle proudly holds his title aloft, a guttural roar emitting from his chest, as the sparkling pyrotechnics crash into the air behind him and we leave Illinois, fading to black.


***The closing video airs, recapping the event in its entirety, as “Big Time” by Peter Gabriel plays over the top***


“I'm on my way I'm making it, huh!”
Shots of Angle, Cena, Edge, Michaels, Orton, Batista, Flair, Shane, Undertaker, JBL and Lashley before we get the entrances of Booker T and Rey Mysterio

“I've got to make it show yeah, hey!”
Booker taking Rey Rey out with a sick kick

“So much larger than life”
Booker hitting the Book End from the second rope

“I'm gonna’ watch it growing”
Mysterio taking Booker out with a springboard on the outside

“The place where I come from is a small town”
Rey repeating NWO by beating Booker with a surprise pin

“They think so small, they use small words”
Mysterio celebrates with his family in the ring

“But not me, I'm smarter than that,”
Michael Buffer introducing the MITB competitors, except Kennedy

“I worked it out”
Carlito eating the Side Effect from Matt Hardy off the ladder

“I'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out”
Finlay blasting Helms with his shillelagh atop the ladder

“I've had enough, I'm getting out”
Green Bay Plunge to Carlito from Kennedy off the ladder, and a Twist of Fate to Finlay from the top also

“To the city, the big big city”
Carlito uses his apple to grab the briefcase

“I'll be a big noise with all the big boys, so much stuff I will own”
Mysterio taking Booker out with a springboard on the outside


“And I will pray to a big god, as I kneel in the big church”
All of the interference from the SS members, but the WGTT fight them off.

“Big time”
Shelton sacrifices himself and Johnny submits to the Haas Of Pain

“I'm on my way I'm making it, big time, oh yes”
Haas and Benjamin embracing in the ring with the titles


“Big Time”
Kid Kash taking Jamie Noble out with a flying hurricanrana

“I've got to make it show yeah”
Suicide Dive from Noble

“Big Time”
Noble being suplexed off the apron into the barricade

“So much larger than life”
Kash and Noble exchanging chops in the middle of the ring

“Big Time”
Noble hitting the Tiger Driver from the top rope for the win

“Ho ohh ohh, oh oh, ho ohh ohh, oh ohhh”
Trish, Victoria and Mickie James heading to the ring

“My parties have all the big names and I greet them with the widest smile”
Quick clips of the quick exchanges between the two women

“Tell them how my life is one big adventure”
Trish hitting the Chick Kick for the win

“And always they're amazed when I show them 'round my house to my bed”
Mickie laying out the two women and stealing the title belt

“I had it made like a mountain rage with a snow white pillow for my big fat head”
The entrances of the three tag teams in the Elimination Match


“And my heaven will be a big heaven, and I will walk through the front door”
The Hooligans eliminating MNM in a shock move

“Big Time”
Regal with a belt shot to Kendrick to give his team the win

“I’m on my way I’m making it”
Orton and Shane McMahon making their entrances


“Big Time”
Shane hitting the Leap of Faith through the announce table


“So much larger than life”
Orton driving Shane’s head down into a steel chair


“Big Time”
BRET ‘HITMAN’ HART making his big return to cost Orton

“I’ve got to make it show yeah”
Shane staggering from the arena in a daze

“Big Time”
Orton assaulting the referee after the match

“I’m gonna’ watch it growing”
Flair and JBL making their entrances

“Big Time”
Bradshaw slapping Naitch across the face

“My car is getting bigger”
Flair chopping the hell out of Layfield’s chest


“Big Time”
JBL hurling Flair over with a tremendous Fall Away Slam

“My house is getting bigger”
Bradshaw hits the Clothesline From Hell, thinking he’s won


“Big Time”
The Nature Boy catches JBL with a low blow and the Figure Four, forcing Bradshaw to submit


“My belly’s getting bigger”
Flair tearfully celebrating with The Four Horsemen in the ring

“Big Time”
Lashley slamming The Phenom through the Spanish announce table

“My eyes are getting bigger”
Spinebuster counter from Lashley to Undertaker

“Big Time”
Another counter from Bobby, turning Old School into the Running Powerslam

“And my mouth”
Lashley misses one Spear too many and gets caught with a Tombstone Piledriver from Taker for the win

“Big Time”
The Deadman on his knees, arm raised, celebrating


“And my bank account”
Motorhead play HHH to the ring for his match


“Big Time”
Slugfest between H and RVD throughout the arena


“Look at my circumstance”
Both men are busted open badly early on


“Big Time”
Hunter Spinebusters Rob through a table


“Yeah”
RVD powerbombs Trips through a table off the apron


“Big Time”
Pedigree from H, but Van Dam still kicks out

“I’m on my way I’m making it”
Sledgehammer shot to Hunter from RVD


“Big Time”
Five Star Frog Splash from Van Dam to get the win


“I’ve got to make it show, yeah”
The ECW Originals celebrate in the ring

“So much larger than life”
Batista and Edge making their entrances


“I’m going to watch it growing”
The Animal totally dominating Edge throughout


“Big Time”
Spears from both men to each other


“My car’s getting bigger”
Briefcase shot to Big Dave, busting him open

“Big Time”
Edge missing the conchairto and taking a Batista Bomb, but surviving

“My house’s getting bigger”
Third Spear of the match from Edge to finally beat The Animal


“Big Time”
Edge celebrating and Batista getting a standing ovation


“My eyes’ getting bigger”
Angle, Michaels and Cena making their way to the ring

“Big Time”
Double German Suplex to both men from Angle

“And my mouth”
Corner Powerbomb from Cena to HBK

“Big Time”
Tower Of Doom spot in the far corner, hurling Michaels

“My belly’s getting bigger”
Angle gets caught with Sweet Chin Music out of nowhere

“Big Time”
Cena out does HBK and gives Angle an F-U

“And my bank account”
Olympic Slam to the floor from Angle to Cena

“Big Time”
Angle finally manages to trap Shawn in the Ankle Lock and after a long struggle, The Showstopper taps out

“Look at my circumstance”
The referee hands an emotional WWE Champion his title belt

“Big Time”
Rapid shots of all the winners and champions, followed by extended clips of the major victors of the evening – Shane McMahon, Ric Flair, The Undertaker, Rob Van Dam, Edge, and Kurt Angle


“And the bulge in my big big big big big big big”
Closing shot of Kurt Angle holding up the WWE Championship in front of the pyro.

END OF SHOW
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