Just so you know, progress will be very slow to say the least from now on. I’ve got full time hours now with one of the schools I’ve been working at, meaning I have way less free time. I’ve got work to do at home too and this isn’t high on my list of priorities it has to be said. It’s taken me two weeks just to write the five recapped matches for this show. Everything else was done, so I’ve been thinking about writing maybe one show in recap from now on. Nothing’s been decided yet. Anyway, here’s Raw. Enjoy.
Monday Night Raw
Monday 29th September 2008
Live from Boardwalk Hall
Atlantic City, New Jersey
From Last Week
“Behold the King, the King of Kings. . .”
A chorus of boos breaks out inside the arena as one angry looking Triple H strolls out to the stage along with his trusty sledgehammer, swiftly removing Eric Bischoff from his good mood. Bischoff stares at him angrily as The King of Kings walks down the ramp and joins him in the ring after picking a microphone up off the apron. He walks towards Bischoff, staring back at him as his music stops, and they glare at each other with boos ringing round the Thomas & Mack Center.
Triple H: However you see it, what I did last night was more than justified. After Randy Orton punted me in the head two weeks ago, he’s been a dead man walking. You could even say he got off lightly last night, and as for Batista, he stuck his nose in my personal business. He got what he deserved.
Eric Bischoff: What is it with you? What is it that makes you think that you can do whatever the hell you like around here? You’re not the one who calls the shots. I do. If you want a shot at the title, I’ll be the one who makes that decision, not you. No matter what you think, ruining a main event like last you did last night, you’re only going to make things worse for yourself. And after that stunt you pulled last night. . .
“I hear voices in my head. . .”
A mixed reception meets Randy Orton and his rookie, Darren Young walk out to the stage, both looking extremely pissed off. The Viper has a microphone and glares down at Triple H, who turns his attention to Orton. The music cuts and Bischoff looks on up at the seething Orton.
Last night, after six months of trying to get back my W-W-E Championship, the championship I never lost in the first place, yet again I was robbed. I had the match won. I HAD THE TITLE IN THE PALM OF MY HAND. ONE KICK TO THE HEAD AND IT WAS OVER, DONE
. . . But that didn’t happen. The only reason I’m not standing here t’night as the W-W-E Champion is because not for the first time, a certain individual by the name of Triple H screwed me over
ALRIGHT I’VE HEARD ENOUGH. . . Look, there’s no way you guys are ever going to agree on anything. . .
. . . Eric, if you don’t mind, I have a suggestion. I wasn’t the only one who was needlessly attacked last night. My rookie, Darren Young also got took a sledgehammer shot to the skull for no reason whatsoever
. I’m suggesting that right here t’night, Triple H faces not just Darren Young but me in a handicap match
Y’know what Randy, you might be on to something there. I like it. T’night in our main event, it’s going t’ be Randy Orton and Darren Young
versus Triple H in a handicap match
If that’s what you want Randy, fine. Just remember what I did to you both last night and that this was your idea, only last night will be nothing compared to what I do to you t’night.
“Voices” plays as Orton & Young glare down at the defiant Triple H with Bischoff looking on in the background.
Randy Orton & Darren Young vs. Triple H
The King of Kings entered the ring to a deafening chorus of boos carrying his sledgehammer, not that he cared the slightest bit, staring intensely in to the crowd. He placed his trusty ally in the corner, and then Orton & Young strolled out to the stage with their eyes locked on Triple H. They stared at him the entire way down the ramp with The King of Kings staring back at them in his corner, and as Young entered the ring, Triple H kneeled down and picked his sledgehammer back up again.
Young was stunned and had no time to react with Triple H running at him and driving the weapon in to his skull for the second night in a row. Orton was fuming and stepped through the ropes to try and fight Trips off, nailing him with a european uppercut and a stomp to the gut. The sledgehammer fell out of The Game’s hand and Orton quickly went for an irish whip, but it was reversed and Triple H planted him with a spinning spine-buster. Orton was at the mercy of The King of Kings, who dragged him right back up and planted him with a Pedigree to a ton of heat.
He wasn’t done there though and went back to his sledgehammer when “In the End” blasted out to the biggest pop of the night. The WWE Champion, Batista hit the stage, catching The King of Kings by surprise. Intense as hell, Batista stormed down the ramp as Triple H got ready for him with the sledgehammer. Batista dived under the bottom rope, dropped his title belt and ducked the oncoming sledgehammer shot, ran through in to the ropes and speared the hell out of The King of Kings.
With the music stopping, the WWE Champion, full of rage, went right back after Triple H. He dragged him up in to place for the Batista Bomb, and with the fans cheering, The Animal lifted his bitter rival up above his head and then sent him crashing down in to the mat to a huge pop. “In the End” played again while Batista sat there glaring at Triple H flat on his back with J.R. talking to The King about how long Batista’s waited to do that to The King of Kings. The Animal stood up and grabbed his WWE Championship, then raised it above his head with Orton coming round and both Young & Triple H out of it as the show came to a close.
“Wanna Be Loved”
*Cut to the Arena*
Good evening ev’ryone an’ welcome
to Monday Night Raw. We’re live t’night from Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Joining me is Jerry ‘The King’ Lawl. . .
“PRICELESS. . . Baby I’m priceless. . .”
*Ton of Heat*
The angry Ted DiBiase, and now former Intercontinental Champion trudges out to the stage with his rookie, Ezekiel Jackson and girlfriend, Maryse behind him, and all three of them are in a foul mood this evening. DiBiase gives the fans some extremely dirty looks as he slowly makes his way down the ramp with Jackson & Maryse following, also glaring at the booing New Jersey crowd.
From Last Week
WWE Intercontinental Championship
Rey Mysterio w/Mystico vs. Ted DiBiase (c) w/Maryse & Ezekiel Jackson
vs. Sheamus vs. The Miz w/Heath Slater
Rey turned round in time to send the champion down on to the second rope with a drop toe hold, getting another big cheer. He only briefly called for the 619 before hitting the ropes, and he hit it, sending DiBiase back across the mat in a daze. He picked himself back up not knowing where he was as Rey stood up on the apron, just as Sheamus slid back in the ring. Rey went for the West Coast Pop on DiBiase, but Sheamus pushed him to the side and nailed Rey out of nowhere with a Brogue Kick. Mysterio was out of it and as DiBiase stood back up, Sheamus grabbed him by the head and tossed him over the top rope and down to the floor, clearing the path.
Maryse, Jackson, Mystico & Slater all looked on with concern as The Celtic Warrior, looking more menacing than ever went back to Mysterio and dragged him up. He set him up for the High Cross, backing up in to the corner with the crowd booing. There was nothing they could do as Sheamus stepped out of the corner and sent Mysterio crashing in to the canvas, then followed up with a cover to become the new Intercontinental Champion! The arena was in shock, and no one was more shocked than DiBiase as he was about to climb back on to the apron.
He just stared in shock on his knees on the floor in front of the apron as Sheamus was handed the title by the referee and raised it up in to the air to a ton of boos from the Vegas crowd. Sheamus was elated and took great pleasure in rubbing it in DiBiase’s face, and Maryse was shocked too. The Celtic Warrior then left the ring with the title, posing with it all the way back up the ramp as DiBiase threw a hissy fit, banging his hands against the apron. Sheamus couldn’t care less as he stood at the top of the stage with a big smile on his face and the title raised high above his head while DiBiase glared angrily up at him and the pissed Miz sat up on the floor.
*Cut to the Arena*
DiBiase is now in the ring holding a microphone, staring in to the stands with a face like thunder. Maryse is the same as she stands alongside her boyfriend, and Jackson too isn’t happy at the reaction to his mentor. The music stops and the boos echo around the arena with DiBiase standing there shaking his head in disgust.
There’s a whole lot I could say right now but I’m going t’ get right to the point
. There’s only one thing that needs to be said, and even you people know what that it is. . . Last week
, I was screwed, screwed
out of the Intercontinental Championship by Eric Bischoff
You can enjoy it all you want because I’ll be getting it back real soon. Don’t think I won’t. You can all sit there and think whatever you want, but the fact is that I should never
have had to defend my title twice in twen’y four hours. There’s only one person to blame for that, and that’s you Bischoff. You can make as many excuses as you like but it won’t cover up what you did. You’ve come out here ever since you came back and said you’d love t’ see me lose the Intercontinental title. Well congratulations. You finally did it. You got what you wan’ed, but if you think you’ve won Bischoff, you’re wrong.
Let me make this clear for you because I know you’re watching this with a stupid big grin on your face. You might’ve thought up a way to get the title off me, the thing is there’s nothing you can do t’ stop me getting it back. Let me remind you, I’ve got a rematch clause. There’s nothing you can do about that and you know it. Try and stop me and I’ll go right over your head. I bet you’re not so happy now are you Eric? You know I’m right, and when I get the title back. . .
“Back in Black”
A big pop greets Raw’s Head of Authority, Eric Bischoff as he strolls out to the stage smirking. He’s got a microphone in his possession, and he grins down at the angry former Intercontinental Champion.
So, are you here t’ tell us how you’re going t’ stop me getting my title back or to brag about how you got it off me last week? Either way it’s pointless, because I will get it back. I promise you.
Oh come on champ’. . . sorry, my mistake Ted.
DiBiase doesn’t appreciate Bischoff’s attempt at a joke.
You’re a funny guy Bischoff. You won’t be laughing soon though when I. . .
. . . Come on now, you even said it yourself. You know I’m not going t’ let that happen, rematch or no rematch. I told you all along you’d pay for what you did, and last week you did. However if you think I’m satisfied with just seeing you lose the Intercontinental Championship, you’re wrong
If you think we’re even after you jumped me and left me for dead, you’re even more stupid than you look.
I said I was going to make your life hell, and if you think that what happened last week was it, I’m sorry t’ say this but that was nothing.
Trust me, losing the Intercontinental title will be the least of your worries. Besides, after what you said about being the next John Cena and stepping up to fill his boots, surely losing like you did last week is good for you. The way you were talking it was like the Intercontinental title was beyond you and was holding you back. Well now you don’t have to worry about that do you? This could be a good thing for you. It could be the start of you taking John Cena’s place as Raw’s next superstar.
I think I know you pretty well now Ted, and I’m sure that when you said that you weren’t joking. You actually believe you could step in to Cena’s spot don’t you?
Yeah, you’re damn right I do.
Well if that’s the case, I have a feeling you’re going t’ like what I’m about t’ say. . . As much as I’d love t’ be rid of you, I’m going t’ give you the chance t’ be the star you think you are or can be. If you really
believe you have what it takes, we’re all going to find out very soon. I’ve got something very special in mind for you Ted, and if you really want the chance to make it here on Raw, this is your chance. This is your chance t’ prove it to yourself that you have what it takes t’ make it against the best in the business. More importantly, you have the chance to prove it to the fans and t’ me
What I have in mind is going t’ test you to the limit, and without giving anything away Ted, if somehow you come through what I have planned, you will have impressed me and I’ll be able t’ take you seriously. I’ll even put what happened between us behind me because I know that you are the real deal like you claim you are. . . Now with all that said, I have to ask you if you think you’re up to the challenge you said yourself you wanted, or were you just full of it?
One thing I’m not or ever have been is full of it. There’s been a ton of people accusing me of being all talk ever since I debuted here, and just look at what I’ve done. You said I couldn’t beat Kofi at Unf’given without any help, but look what happened. I beat Kofi and retained the Intercontinental title just like I said I would. So if you’re asking me whether I think I’m up to the challenge Bischoff, the answer is a resounding yes.
I don’t know what it is you have in mind but I believe in myself and I always have. If I set my mind on something, I will do it. You might not like how I do it, but I’ll do it. The same goes for whatever it is you’ve got planned.
Now if I were you Ted, for once in your life I wouldn’t get carried away. I mean you don’t even know what you’re getting in to here. This is going to be a huge
step up. If you think a fatal fourway like last week was tough, f’get it. You’re going t’ be in for the toughest challenge of your life
. You really will find out if you’re going t’ be somebody, and I have a feeling you mightn’t be so confident when you find out exactly what it is waiting for you. I also have a feeling you won’t have to wait that long t’ find out what it is either. However I’m going to take some of the pressure off you f’ now. The same can’t be said for those two friends of yours though. . . You see I know there’s still some tension between you three, Kofi Kingston and Kelly Kelly. Well t’night we’re going to try and work all that out.
See Ted, that beautiful girlfriend of yours may enjoy fighting back there, well t’night she’ll be fighting in that ring you’re in right now when she goes one on one with Kelly Kelly
Ted doesn’t seem too bothered, but Maryse doesn’t look happy and shouts up at the carefree Bischoff.
Now a few weeks ago, I seem to recall making a match between your rookie there and Kofi Kingston, but you decided that wasn’t going to happen and you did what you did best, attack Kofi from behind. Well Ezekiel, you might’ve got out of it that night, but not t’night, because later on you will make your Raw debut against Kofi Kingston right here in Atlantic City
Oh an’ Ted, take it easy.
“Back in Black” plays again as Bischoff smiles down at the confused DiBiase, who really doesn’t know what to make of what Bischoff’s just said. Maryse tries to get his attention, clearly not happy about having to compete tonight, and Jackson looks very calm about his task. Bischoff takes one last look and smile at Ted, then turns round and walks to the back.
John Morrison, dressed to compete is making his way through the back with purpose and has the Women’s Champion, Melina by his side for his match with Zack Ryder coming up next!
*The Opening Match*
John Morrison w/Melina vs. Zack Ryder
Morrison was extremely focused for this one, and the cocky Ryder was in for a shock right away. He did though manage to find a way in to the match when he brought his knees up in to Morrison’s chest just as he was about to be on the wrong end of a split leg moonsault. Ryder had a real good go and looked the part, coming close in the closing minutes after leapfrogging Morrison and then connecting with the Rough Ryder. However the impact took Morrison closer to the ropes, and to the relief of Melina, The Monday Night Delight got his foot up on the rope at the last second.
Ryder wasn’t best pleased and urged his opponent to make his way back up, and as Morrison picked himself back up, Ryder got ready to strike. He went right at Morrison and pulled him up from his knees, but Morrison quickly slipped behind him and planted him with a release german suplex. That was followed up by a springboard enzuigiri as both men made their way back up. Morrison was in control, and with Ryder in a daze after just getting his shoulder up at two, he tried to get up to his knees.
The Monday Night Delight didn’t waste a second and pulled him right in to place for the Moonlight Drive, and he hit it to pick up the victory. Morrison’s music played to a big pop as he got his arm raised, and with Melina looking pleased on the outside, The Shaman of Sexy was more serious and threw his arm defiantly up in to the air by the ropes before leaving the ring. Melina joined him as he made his way back up the ramp with a solid win under his belt.
Winner: John Morrison by pinfall.
Eric Bischoff is sat watching the action on in his office, looking very comfortable on a black leather sofa. We hear the door slam and the Head of Authority’s mood quickly changes and instantly stands up.
What in the hell do you want?
The camera zooms out and an intense Triple H walks slowly towards Bischoff with both men showing a great deal of contempt towards each other.
I think you know what I want. It’s the same thing I’ve wanted f’ months. . . I want Batista and I want him t’night
Well Hun’er, as much as I admire your perseverance, nothing’s changed. There’s no way in hell
I’m giving you a match with Batista t’night or any time soon. You need to get that out of your head right now.
That’s not gonna happen. One way or another I’ll get my hands on Batista whether you like it or not. You might think you have this all under control, but you don’t. This isn’t going away, not ‘til I get what I want, and that will happen
Well then, you might have a long wait on your hands. And just so I’m sure nothing happens t’night, I think it’s for the best that you’re not here.
So let me get this straight. Batista attacked me last week and you’re kicking me out?. . . Y’know what? I’ll do you a favour and leave right now before I do something I regret.
You’re just gonna go? Just like that?
Yeah, and I don’t need any help leaving either before you call for security again.
F’give me for not trusting you Hun’er, but if it’s all the same, I’d like them to escort you out just for my own piece of mind.
Fine, have it your way. Just you remember what I said. I will
get what I want.
And I’ll get what I want. You out of the arena.
Bischoff walks over to the door and opens it, then looks down the hall.
Excuse me gentleman, can you just see someone out of here for me?
Triple H stares at Bischoff with hate in his eyes, not that Bischoff is bothered. We then see several security officers appear at the door.
Right Hun’er, off you go.
Triple H slowly walks past Bischoff and out of the room, giving him one last dirty look before leaving the room. Bischoff shuts the door and cracks a wry smile.
John Morrison & Melina are walking through the back and stop at what appears to be their locker room with Morrison pushing the door open.
Are you hitting the shower now?
That’s the plan.
Okay, I’m just going t’ grab a drink. You want me to bring you one?
Na I'm fine thanks.
Alright, I’ll be back soon.
Morrison enters the room and Melina happily carries on walking up the hall with the women’s title on her shoulder, and as she turns a corner, she bumps in to Mia Rain. Melina’s unsure of her, and Rain seems quite happy to see her in an odd kind of way.
Are my eyes deceiving me? When I came to Raw I heard there was a Women’s Champion, but I never saw or heard one. Now I’ve seen you and that title of yours, I guess it’s true, we do have a Women’s Champion over here. . . Let me ask you something though. Are you planning on acting like a champion or are you going t’ keep on hiding away like you have the whole time I’ve been here?. . . Either way, I’ve got my eye on you and that title. . . Hopefully I’ll see you around and sometime soon.
Rain smirks at Melina and then brushes past her, completely confusing the Women’s Champion.
What the. . . ?
Melina looks down the hall at Rain as she wanders off, still confused.
*Cut to the Arena*
“Bringin’ Da Hood To You”
JTG and his rookie, Homicide hit the stage to a big pop, both ultra fired up as they go to either side of the stage and pose for the fans. Leticia Cline is standing by and calls them over, and they walk over to her with the music stopping.
Well guys, what I wanted t’ talk to you about is your match next week in the semi finals of the tag team title tournament against Christopher Daniels and Kaval, a team that have made quite a name for themselves here in a short space of time. You’ve got a match too t’night, but how do you guys feel about being just one match away from fighting for the tag team titles?
Well it’s like this. I’d still be one half of the champions right now
. The only reason I’m not is ‘cause I got stripped when Shad got injured, but y’know what? That’s gone. It’s in the past. I’ve got an amazing partner who I’m proud t’ team with. Some people might call ‘im a rookie, but a rookie he ain’t, an’ he wants this as much as I do. We’re gonna show that t’night
an’ send a statement
to our opponents next week. . . They might be makin’ a name f’ themselves an’ they might be undefeated, but that can and will change next week ‘ticia, I promise y’that.
Alright. Well thanks for that and good luck t’night and next week.
Thanks girl. . . Come on bro’, let’s do this.
Their music plays again as the high energy duo make their way down the ramp and in to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the way.
“Out to Kill”
The cocky Cody Rhodes
, who’s in a serious mood tonight walks on out to the stage along with his rookie, Joe Hennig & the Bella twins
. They’re met my boos and Cody immediately looks at Leticia, and she seems a bit worried as Cody walks towards her with his music being cut.
What’s wrong Leticia? Do you not wanna talk to us? Is there nothing you want to ask me or Joe? Just because we’re not in the tournament like our opponents, it doesn’t mean they’re superior to us and deserve preferential treatment. Look back t’ last week when I beat Kofi Kingston and I think you’ll understand what it is I’m trying t’ say.
I’m sorry you feel that way. . .
. . . Sure you are. I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. However you will be sorry after Joe and myself are victorious t’night. We might not be in the tournament and technically in the running to be the next tag team champions, but we’ll be first in line to challenge them. Just you remember that.
Leticia still looks very uneasy as Cody gives her the eyes for a second and then turns back with his music playing again. He, Hennig, Brie & Nicole walk down the ramp, taking their time with JTG & Homicide raring to go in the ring.
JTG & Homicide vs. Cody Rhodes & Joe Hennig w/The Bella Twins
JTG & Homicide had more than just Rhodes & Hennig to deal with as the men they’ll be facing next week in Christopher Daniels & Kaval headed out to the top of the ramp to get a close look at the action. Both teams were made up of mentor & rookie, and it was JTG & Homicide who started the match the stronger with a point to prove going in to their semi final clash next week. Cody & Joe didn’t lie down for them either though and gave them a real tough battle. The tide turned in the favour of the heel duo when JTG missed with a diving leg lariat on Cody, who then dragged his opponent back up right away before sending him right back down again with an Alabama Slam.
It wasn’t enough to put JTG away, and Hennig then had the task of finishing the job. The resilient JTG fought hard and dodged a stinger splash with Hennig jumping in to the turnbuckle pads to a big pop inside Boardwalk Hall. JTG quickly shook off the cobwebs and caught the stunned Hennig with a sit down jawbreaker. The crowd were cheering as the desperate JTG scurried across to make a cover, but Hennig just got his shoulder up. Homicide was tagged in, and in he flew, racing in to action.
He ran at Cody and knocked him off the apron, then turned his attention to the struggling Hennig, who stood up and turned round right in to running lariat. JTG’s rookie wasn’t done there and went straight up to the top rope, but Cody was climbing back on to the apron. Homicide jumped down and knocked him off for a second time, then turned round to see Hennig getting back up. He ran right at him and in to a hard kick to the gut. Hennig then stepped back as Homicide slumped on to one knee, getting ready for the Perfect Cutter, a running swinging neckbreaker.
Homicide sidestepped it though and the shell shocked Hennig put the brakes on and turned round in a hurry, only to fall victim to the Gringo Killa, a back-to-back double underhook piledriver. The crowd were cheering as Homicide hooked the lifeless legs of Henning for the cover, earning himself and his mentor a morale boosting win heading in to next week with Daniels & Kaval standing at the top of the ramp not looking all that impressed. JTG & Homicide looked up at them looking very confident, nodding their heads as a frustrated Cody sat up on the outside.
Winner: JTG & Homicide by pinfall.
Along with Ted DiBiase & Ezekiel Jackson, a fired up Maryse in her ring gear is walking through the hallway. The shot then switches to Kelly Kelly, also looking pumped as she prepares to take on Maryse when we come back after the break!
From Last Week
“No chance, that’s what you’ve got. . .”
Mr. McMahon and his boys, Shane McMahon & John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield, The Corporation stroll out to the stage to a chorus of boos. The boos don’t bother them at all and they walk down the ramp with big grins on each of their faces. As they enter the ring, Mr. McMahon picks a microphone up off the apron with Shane & J.B.L. walking in to the middle of the ring in their ring gear. Mr. McMahon joins them as his music cuts.
We’ve always said that we didn’t need The Big Show, and last night we proved it. You all doubted us, and as ever we proved that it doesn’t matter how big a problem we face, we won’t shy away from a battle and we’ll damn sure
win it. Whatever challenge we face, we will stick t’gether and we will overcome it like we overcame the largest athlete in the world. Let that be a lesson to you all. Cross us at your peril. . . Now since the three of us are in such a good mood t’night and that I’m not one to brag, both my sons are eager to taste the sweet smell of success again t’night and would like to extend an open challenge to any
two men in the back right now
All three members of The Corporation turn round and look up at the tron, all looking incredibly relaxed.
A big pop greets the team of Goldust & Eugene
as they walk out in to the arena, causing The Corporation some amusement. Eugene looks a little hesitant as he walks down the ramp, but Goldust is focused. He keeps his eyes on his opponents as he and his partner climb up the steps and enter the ring with the McMahon men still chuckling away.
Goldust & Eugene vs. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield & Shane McMahon w/Mr. McMahon
The McMahon boys were coasting after a great start, and boy were they full of themselves. Complacency set in on Shane’s part and Eugene took him by surprise, and the crowd responded by cheering him & Goldust on, worrying the hell out of daddy dearest on the outside. He had to watch on as Eugene lifted Shane off his feet and spun him round in an Airplane Spin, much to the amusement of the crowd. With Shane in a spin after Eugene dropped him down, he soon found himself on the wrong end of a kick to the gut and then a Battering Ram.
JBL knew he and his half-brother were in trouble, and when Eugene turned back in to the ropes looking for a Hulk Hogan Leg Drop, he kicked Eugene in the back. Eugene wasn’t happy as he turned round and tried to tell JBL off, but the ref did a better job. As he went back to his opponent, Shane was sitting up and low blowed him to a ton of heat. As the match went on, JBL took control after a pulling back from a one arm bulldog from Goldust and then ran at him to drill him with a big boot to the face. Goldust was all but out, and JBL soon finished him off with a Clothesline from Hell after knocking Eugene off the apron.
Vince joined his boys in the ring to raise their arms in victory, but that wasn’t enough for him. He instructed JBL to go back after Goldust, and he did, pulling him up and in to place for the Last Call. Just as JBL was about to lift him, “Crank It Up” played to a huge pop with The Big Show & Justin Gabriel making their way out in to the area to make the save, not going down well with The Corporation. Vince and his boys left the ring before the angry mentor & rookie made it in. Show went right after a microphone as Vince, Shane & JBL backed up the ramp and stared down at him.
The Big Show:
Vince, if you think this battle you called it is over, you’re wrong. The only thing you guys proved is that you’re a bunch of cheats and cowards
. You can smile f’ now Vince, but I promise you that by the time we’re done with you, you won’t be smiling for a long
, long time
“Crank it Up” plays to cheers from the Vegas crowd with The Corporation not too happy with Show & Gabriel’s defiance. They all stare at each other with Show especially not a happy camper.
Leticia Cline is standing by backstage outside The Corporation’s dressing room.
Later on t’night, four teams will be battling it out for the final place in the semi finals of the tournament which will decide new World Tag Team Champions. One of those teams is made up of John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield and Shane McMahon, and one of the teams that will be competing against them will be that of The Big Show and Justin Gabriel, who The Corporation defeated in a handicap match at Unf’given eight nights ag. . .
The door is opened by Mr. McMahon, taking Leticia by surprise.
Leticia, it’s good t’ see you. What brings you here on this fine evening?
Well I was hoping to get a word with you all about your match t’night.
Well of course. Come on in.
The smarmy Chairman of the Board steps to the side and holds the door open for Leticia, and she walks in to see both of Vince’s sons, Shane McMahon & John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield gearing up for their match later on. Vince then shuts the door and gives Leticia a big smile.
So what is it you wish to ask me my dear?
Well Mister McMahon, I was wondering what your reaction was to what The Big Show said last we. . .
. . . Leticia my dear, let me stop you there. I don’t have any reaction to whatever it is Big Show said last week, or any week for that matter. We dealt with him as a family at Unf’given. As far as I’m concerned that’s the end of the story. What I will say is that if he is even considering for a second that he and his rookie are going to overcome my boys here t’night, then he’s in for quite the surprise.
One other thing I must ask you is how you would feel if your sons were to go on and become the new World Tag Team Champions at the Survivor Series?
Without doubt it would be one of the proudest moments of my life. I consider myself very fortunate to have discovered that I have more than one son, and to see them t’gether as the tag team champions would be indescribable. It is however an incredibly strong possibility as they are in my mind the best team here on Raw, and they will be victorious both t’night and at the Survivor Series.
J.B.L. walks across the room and towards his father & Leticia.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
If you don’t mind dad, I’d like t’ say something.
Of course son.
Vince steps to the side and J.B.L. pulls the microphone closer towards him, looking directly in to the camera.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
Show, I know you’re listening to this, I just hope you know that threatening us like you did last week was a big mistake. It will be a mistake that will come back to haunt you t’night. We proved that to you at Unf’given, and if you don’t realise it by now, we’re going to show you one last time t’night when Shane and I defeat you once again before going on to Survivor Series where we will become the new World Tag Team Champions.
J.B.L. turns his head and looks at his father.
John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield:
And dad, I assure you Shane and I will do just that and make you immensely proud.
I know son. I have all the faith in the world in you two boys.
Shane & J.B.L. smile from opposite sides of the room with Vince beaming as the camera fades out.
From Last Week
An angry Ted DiBiase, the now former Intercontinental Champion storms through the halls with Maryse & Ezekiel Jackson. Maryse really isn’t happy either, and Ted turns a corner to see several poles leaning up against the wall. He flips and shoves them down to the floor, catching Maryse by surprise.
I'M GONNA KILL BISCHOFF. THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT. HE'S NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH IT.
Maryse rubs his arm, trying to settle him down.
You’ll get the title back. We'll make sure of it.
Kelly Kelly is in the distance and walks towards them, getting closer & closer. She looks down at the poles on the floor and then looks up at the not so happy to see her combination of Ted & Maryse, Maryse in particular. Kelly smiles at them both, laughing almost.
It’s good to know what goes around comes around. It’s about time you got what you deserved. . . both of you.
Maryse snaps and goes for Kelly, and the two divas grab each other’s hair, pulling away at it until DiBiase & Jackson pull Maryse away. The Million Dollar Woman stares at Kelly and mouths off at her in French while being dragged away by her boyfriend and his rookie with Kelly staring back at her.
*Cut to the Arena*
Kelly Kelly vs. Maryse w/Ted DiBiase & Ezekiel Jackson
There wasn’t much to shout about here as you would expect, and it was Kelly that gained the upper hand and looked on the verge of victory when she connected with the Kelly Killer, a handspring back elbow smash. As Maryse then staggered out of the corner, Kelly gave her a stiff kick to the gut that sent the French diva to her knees. Kelly headed up to the second rope, bringing Ted DiBiase up on to the apron, distracting Kelly and angering the referee. He went across, and the distraction allowed Maryse to stand back up and pull Kelly down off the ropes.
She was irate and choked the hell out of Kelly with her boot on the mat, holding on to the ropes, not stopping, earning herself a disqualification after being told to stop. She didn’t, and even Ted had to step in and pull his relentless girlfriend away as Kelly struggled for breath on the mat with the ref checking over her. Ted managed to get her out of the ring, looking surprised by her aggression, but she wasn’t happy about being forced away. Jackson joined them on their way to the back with Maryse still not happy or showing any sign of remorse as Kelly sat up and glared up at her with the fans booing The Million Dollar Woman.
Winner: Kelly Kelly by DQ.
From Last Week
“AWE-SOME!. . .”
A barrage of heat breaks out in the arena to greet the cocky duo of The Miz & Heath Slater. They just laugh off the boos as they make their way down to the ring in casual clothes, although The Miz is looking more smart/casual. He picks a microphone up off the apron and steps through the ropes, followed by his rookie in to the ring, where they still get boos thrown at them from each side of the arena. They continue to laugh them off as the music cuts, revealing the shocking extent of the heat Mr. Hollywood is getting, amusing him greatly.
I want to thank you all, really I do for this hero’s welcome t’night. Truly, I’m honoured that you enjoyed my vict’ry, and so you should. So you should
. Not only did I beat John Morrison last night but I beat his poor old victimised
buddy, Matt Cappotelli, all in one week. In fact, I didn’t just beat them. I destroyed them
. I just hope that John an’ Matt are watching somewhere when I’m handed the title and raise it high in the air and shove it in front of all your bitter faces. WELL I’M SORRY PEOPLE BUT YOU’RE JUST GONNA HAVE T’ DEAL WITH IT, BECAUSE I WILL LEAVE THIS DUMP T’NIGHT AS THE NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, AND YOU’LL JUST HAVE T’ FACE THE FACTS. THAT I’M THE MIZ AND I’M AWEEEE. . .
“I think I’m cute. I know I’m sexy. . .
A massive roar breaks out in the Thomas & Mack Center as Smackdown’s Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid walks out to the stage to the absolute shock of The Miz and his rookie, Slater. They look up at him, and Michaels doesn’t seem the least bit impressed with Mr. Hollywood. The Showstopper walks slowly down the ramp, staring disapprovingly at the now unhappy Miz.
Michaels is focused on him and ignores the fans as he walks up the steps and enters the ring. He walks past The Miz but keeps his eyes on him at all times, and he’s passed a microphone by Lilian Garcia. With the crowd still cheering, Michaels walks in to the centre of the ring, joining Miz and his music stops. The cheers continue as Michaels stares right at The Miz, who looks confused as to Michaels’ presence.
You’re not awesome Miz. What you are is a no good son of a bitch. . . I’ve sat at home watching Raw the last few weeks and I’ve had to sit through watching you, listening to the despicable, blasphemous, sickening words that have come out of your mouth. Right now I’ve had about as much as I can take, and I’m not gonna sit around and listen to you insult Matt Cappotelli’s beliefs, my beliefs or anyone else’s a second longer.
What makes you think you have the right to come here and give me a moral lecture huh? I mean really Shawn. What gives you the right to come here and interrupt me on my show you arrogant son of a bitch? This is my show. You get that Shawn? My show
. Now you run along back to your family and Smackdown and we’ll pretend this never happened before I do something I really regret.
Michaels gets right in Miz’s face and grabs his shirt with one hand, holding the microphone with the other. The crowd cheers and Michaels glares right at Slater, letting him know he means business with The Miz shell shocked.
You wanna act like you’re the big I am, you better do something t’ justify it, ‘cause right now you’ve not done a thing but talk a whole lot o’ trash. Years down the line, you’re gonna look back on your career and see the defining moment was hitting the defenceless Matt Cappotelli, a man who has more class than you’ll ever have in the head with a steel chair. That I’m afraid speaks volumes about you as both a wrestler and
a human being.
The Miz loses it and shoves Michaels away.
WHO ARE YOU TO GIVE ME A MORAL LECTURE? THE GUY WHO THREW HIS BEST FRIEND THROUGH A GLASS WINDOW TO MAKE A NAME F’ HIMSELF, SO DON’T YOU DARE
JUDGE ME MICHAELS BECAUSE YOU’RE THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE ON GOD’S
PLANET. . . You can call me any name under the sun Shawn, we can all see you’re jealous. Why else would you be here other than to steal my spotlight? I mean that’s what you’ve done throughout your career. And as for my defining moment, it’s not happened yet, but it soon will, and it’ll be big. NO, IT’LL BE HUGE
. And you wanna know why Shawn? It’s because I’M THE MIZ, AND I’M AW. . .
Michaels explodes with a super kick to The Miz, but no, Miz ducks it and Michaels hits Slater instead. The Miz’s rookie falls to the mat with The Miz back tracking to the corner with the crowd cheering like mad. Slater is laid out and the intense Michaels glares across at the stunned Miz with “Sexy Boy” playing to an even bigger pop. Michaels carries on staring at The Miz, who looks worried as hell in the corner.
WWE Intercontinental Championship
Rey Mysterio w/Mystico vs. Ted DiBiase (c) w/Maryse & Ezekiel Jackso
vs. Sheamus vs. The Miz w/Heath Slater
The Master of the 619 crawled to the ropes and used them to pick himself back up, and Mr. Hollywood set his sights on him, not taking his eyes off him. As Rey turned round, Miz charged at him and in to a drop toe hold on to the second rope to a huge roar. Slater was panicking big time on the outside as Rey dialled up with the fans on their feet, watching on as the Mexican hit the ropes and ran back to nail The Miz with the 619. Miz was sent spiralling back on the mat as Rey steadied himself on the apron, getting ready to strike.
He was holding on to the top rope as The Miz got back up, unsteady on his feet as Mysterio hit the springboard and went for the West Coast Pop! He jumped on to The Miz’s shoulders, but The Miz held on, causing Rey to panic. He managed to hammer away at The Miz, sending him forward in to the ropes, and Rey countered with a hurricanrana over the top rope, sending The Miz down to the floor to a huge pop. The Miz hit the floor with Rey taking a deep breath, turning round to see The Miz crawling around on all fours. Slater was concerned and then a big cheer broke out with Rey looking confused.
The camera switched to show Shawn Michaels making his way down the ramp with The Miz at the bottom trying to make it back up. Slater was on the opposite side of the ring and jumped up on to the apron, trying to point it out to the referee, but he didn’t want to know. As soon as The Miz did it make up, the intense Michaels sent him back down to the floor with some Sweet Chin Music to a massive cheer. The Heartbreak Kid backed away with Rey smiling at him, but Michaels was only focused on The Miz, showing a lot of contempt for Mr. Hollywood as he lay out cold on the floor. Slater rushed round to check on his mentor, but there was nothing he could do.
Eric Bischoff is sat on his leather sofa in his office enjoying the show when the angry ‘Mr. Hollywood’ The Miz storms in with Heath Slater. Bischoff stands up and doesn’t appear to appreciate the interruption.
You ever heard of a concept called knocking?
Shut your mouth Bischoff. I’m sure Shawn Michaels didn’t have t’ knock to get in the building t’night did he? I bet you knew he was here too didn’t you? I bet you. . .
. . . HEY! NO ONE COMES IN HERE AND SHOUTS THEIR MOUTH OFF AT ME
. YOU GOT THAT?
. . . I don’t care. Clearly you’re not going to deal with it which means I’ll have to all by myself, and I will
I’d think very carefully about who you’re dealing with. Even you said yourself t’night that Shawn’s not to be underestimated. Just remember that.
You know what the problem is here Bischoff? Shawn. . . and you for that matter. . . you’re both underestimating me
From Smackdown Last Friday
“Check one two, OH YEAH!. . .”
‘The All-American American’ Jack Swagger makes his way out to the stage, met by a chorus of boos. They don’t bother him one bit, and the casually dressed youngster heads down the ramp beaming & laughing off the fan’s taunts. Swagger is in the ring with a microphone, grinning big time at the jeering fans as his music stops. He carries on looking in to the crowd with the goofy smile for a few seconds.
Shawn, I have to say that I was impressed with how you tried to brush that under the carpet with your trip to Raw Monday night. . . Y’see, where Shawn would like you to think he was playing the hero by giving The Miz a moral lecture, all he was actually doing was diverting what I did to him last week from your memory. That Shawn was smart, but you don’t fool me. I know that after what happened in this ring last Friday night, you’re worried. You’re worried about what might happen at No Mercy, and you’re right to be worried Shawn because I will prove to you yet again that I am not a coward.
“I think I’m cute. I know I’m sexy. . .”
‘The Heartbreak Kid’ Shawn Michaels hits the stage to a huge pop, but Swagger’s not giving him a warm welcome at all. He stares at Michaels as his rival walks down the ramp and looks back at him while slapping the hands of the fans in the front row. He climbs up the steps and enters the ring, then walks past Swagger to get a microphone from Justin Roberts. Swagger turns round and watches Michaels walk back towards him. The music cuts and they take a long look at each other with Swagger fairly relaxed, as is Michaels.
Jack my boy, I appreciate the concern but honestly, there’s no need t’ worry. Right now there’s only one person who’s got my attention, and you’ll be glad t’ know that person is you.
I’m glad t’ hear it.
You pissed me off and you got my full attention, and Jack that’s not good news. You’ve lit a fire inside The Heartbreak Kid, and I might not be an All-American American jackass, but if you ask anyone in that locker room, that’s one thing history says you don’t wanna do
. . . Oh really? What makes you think I should listen to you? Like The Miz pointed out Monday night, you don’t exactly have a hist’ry being honest do you Shawn? What I think you’re trying t’ do is dent my confidence because you know that after I left you on your back in this ring, you don’t have a hope in hell at No Mercy. You know it, I know it, and soon these people will know it.
More boos are aimed at The All-American American and Swagger backs away to the ropes smirking at Michaels. “On Your Knees” plays as Swagger steps through the ropes with Michaels shaking his head. Swagger walks to the ramp and turns round, shrugging his shoulders at Michaels, who appears to be amused by Swagger’s confidence. The fans start to boo with the camera focused on Swagger, but as it goes back to Michaels in the ring and The Miz and his rookie, Heath Slater slip in the ring behind him. Swagger’s smirking as the Raw superstars jump Michaels, clubbing him to the floor and stomping all over him to a ton of heat with the music stopping. The angry Miz & Slater put the boots to Shawn, and Swagger, smirking slips back inside the ring to get a closer look.
He slaps The Miz’s shoulder and tells him to step back, and then drags Michaels up to his feet. He sets him up for the gut-wrench powerbomb and looks in to the stands with a big goofy smile on his face, then lifts him up off the mat and sends him crashing down to the mat to a barrage of boos from the sell out crowd. He, Miz & Slater like what they see, sn-iggering away, and then The Miz instructs his rookie to go get something. Slater leaves the ring and comes back with a steel chair with Michaels squirming around on the mat. The smirking duo of Swagger & Miz queue up to take the chair from Slater, but Swagger gives in and allows Mr. Hollywood to have his turn at inflicting pain on The Heartbreak Kid.
As Shawn tries to claw his way up to his knees, his cousin, Michael Shane races down the ramp trying to come to his rescue. Slater nudges The Miz, and his mentor switches gear to nail the oncoming Shane with a steel chair shot to the skull. Boos are ringing round the arena as all three men look down with sick smiles on their faces at Shane, who is flat out. Michaels is on his knees and is trying to stand back up, but Slater sees him and quickly kicks him in the head, sending Michaels back down to the mat. That’s where Shane remains, and Swagger has something in mind. He takes the chair from The Miz and places it on Shane’s left leg, then stamps on it, causing Shane to scream out in agony.
Swagger enjoys seeing him in pain but isn’t done there. He removes the chair and grabs Shane’s injured leg, then turns him over, applying the Ankle Lock to even more heat, and Shane taps frantically straight away, screaming at the same time to the satisfaction of Miz & Slater. Swagger looks directly at Michaels while torturing his cousin, and Michaels sits up to see what’s going on. He panics and rushes up to his feet as quickly as he can, and Swagger lets the hold go to leave the ring, followed closely by Miz & Slater. They look back and laugh as the very worried Michaels checks on his cousin’s condition and immediately calls for help from the back. Swagger kneels down smirking and grabs the microphone he left there earlier.
Shawn, just so you know, I have some news for you. . . I believe you know The Miz. Well in nine nights at No Mercy, he’ll be in my corner when I beat you. . . Oh an’ Shawn, I hope your cousin’s not too badly hurt.
Michaels stares daggers at the giggling Swagger, Miz & Slater as “On Your Knees” plays again to a ton of heat with a couple of EMT’S running down to the ring with a stretcher. They attend to Shane as Swagger, Miz & Slater heading back up the ramp with Michaels looking very concerned for his cousin.
Raw’s host, Leticia Cline is standing by once again, this time at the interview set.
Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time, along with his rookie Heath Slater. . . The Miz
Boos filter through from the arena as the camera zooms out to reveal the smug looking ‘Mr. Hollywood’ The Miz and his rookie, Heath Slater.
Miz, it’s fair t’ say that it’s been an eventful week for you. . .
. . . Eventful? I’d call it a lot more than that. In fact Leticia, I’d call it a defining
week. See it was Shawn Michaels this time last week who was throwing insult after insult
at me and mocking what he thought was my defining moment. I hope Shawn’s watching this somewhere with his cousin, nursing his broken ankle because after the week I had, one of the first words that comes to mind is eventful. I told people not to underestimate me and that I would deal with Shawn Michaels, and Friday night on Smackdown, I think you can say that I did just that. I showed the world and The Heartbreak Kid
that I am not to be underestimated
. Ev’ryone I’ve come across in this business. . . Michaels, John Morrison, Eric Bischoff, they’ve all underestimated me, but look at me now.
The Miz turns and smiles at Slater, and he too smiles back.
And t’night, we’ll prove ev’ryone wrong yet again.
That brings me on to what I wanted to ask you as you and Heath, your rookie will be competing for a spot in the semi finals of the tag team title tournament. How do you feel at the prospect of being the new World Tag Team Champions?
Well thanks t’ Shawn and Shawn Michaels only, I’m not standing here as the Intercontinental Champion like I should be and would be if it wasn’t for him. However after we win t’night, no one will stop us being the new
World. . .
The Miz looks stunned, as do Slater & Leticia as Shawn Michaels appears out of nowhere and knocks his teeth out with some sweet chin music. A massive pop breaks out inside the arena and Slater goes right for Michaels as Miz falls to the floor. The Heartbreak Kid blocks Slater’s punch and unloads on him, then sends him crashing face first in to the wall. Michaels is intense as hell and stomps all over Miz’s rookie, and Leticia quickly moves out of the way, fearing for her own safety.
Michaels is like a man possessed and shifts behind the small set and shoves it down on top of Miz & Slater and it sets off an even bigger pop in the arena. Leticia looks on in amazement with Michaels staring down with no remorse whatsoever as a group of concerned agents & production workers rush to the scene and try to help The Miz & Slater. Some of them try and clear the wreckage and some escort Michaels away from the scene, and he shrugs them off to walk away all by himself as the others continue to help The Miz & Slater who lie there motionless.
*Cut to the Arena*
“Written in Your Face”
The new Intercontinental Champion, ‘The Celtic Warrior’ Sheamus proudly walks out in to the arena and ignores the boos being thrown in his way. He stops at the top of the stage and raises his newly won title up in the air above his head with both hands, getting even more heat.
From Last Week
The new Raw host and smoking hot Leticia Cline is standing by in the back.
Ladies and gentleman, please welcome my guest at this time. . . He is the new
Intercontinental Champion. . . Sheamus.
The camera zooms out and there stands ‘The Celtic Warrior’ Sheamus looking incredibly proud with the Intercontinental title draped over his shoulder.
Sheamus, congratulations on your victory t’night. How are you feeling after becoming the new Intercontinental Champion on top of defeating Finlay last night in the first ever Celtic Brawl? Things couldn’t be going much better for you right now.
Obviously Leticia I’m over the moon. By becoming the new Intercontinental Champion, I’ve joined an illustrious list of names that includes the likes of Bret Hart
, ‘Stonecold’ Steve Austin
an’ The Ultimate Warrior
. Not only that, I’ve completed one of the most impressive journeys ever seen in the history of the dubya-dubya-e. I’ve barely been here a matter of months, yet here I stand undefeated
and the new Intercontinental Champion
. It don’t get much better than that. In fact
it won’t be long until I’m the new dubya-dubya-e champion.
Leticia lifts the microphone back up to her mouth but then stops, looking surprised. The camera pans to the right and Carlito walks in to the shot, up behind Sheamus. Casually dressed and holding an apple, Carlito takes a look at Sheamus, looking impressed. The Intercontinental Champion doesn’t know what’s going on.
So you’re the new Intercontinental Champion huh? Dat’s cool. I caught your match last night too with Finlay. Dat was brutal Sheamus, real brutal, jus’ like what ju did to my brother Eddie, who by the way’s injured ‘cause of ju. That Sheamus. . . dat’s not cool, not cool at all.
Yeah well. that’s unfortunate. Dees t’ings happen. Get over it.
Get over it huh?. . . Jus’ so ju know champ’, me an’ my brother, we look out f’ each other, we always have. Ju get that right?
Carlito takes a bite of his apple with Sheamus not looking so remorseful for what he did to Eddie.
Y’know Carlito, that’s a touching story. . .
Carlito spits bits of apple in to Sheamus’s face, shocking both The Celtic Warrior & Leticia.
See ju around champ’.
Carlito calmly walks past them both with Sheamus staring daggers at him.
*Cut to the Arena*
Sheamus is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his possession, and he sn-iggers at seeing the replay from last week on the tron. He looks up and looks at the crowd, still smirking as his music cuts.
Y’know last week was a great week. I’ve not been here two minutes an’ pretty much ev’ry week’s been a great week. In fact, I’ve still not been pinned, an’ no one’s even come close t’ makin’ me tap out. T’at’s why it shocks
me t’ hear people sayin’ they’re amazed that someone who’s been in the business f’ as long as I have is already the Intercontinental Champion. Well I’ll tell y’what people. No one should be shocked. The only thing shockin’ ‘bout all t’is is t’at it took me as long as it did.
Me bein’ a champion on Raw is a sign of t’ings to come, I promise y’ t’at. I’m gonna dominate this show f’ a long time t’ come, mark my words. T’is is only the beginnin’ f’ The Celtic Warrior. Ev’ryone in the locker room should be very afraid, an’ that goes f’ one person in-particular. That person goes by the name of Carlito.
Carlito, y’made a big mistake fella, a very big mistake. Y’might’ve had the guts t’ spit in my face but y’crossed the wrong person Carlito. You’re gonna regret crossin’ me I tella ya. I’m gonna make sure y’do. No one spits in my face an’ gets away with it. . . no one
It takes some guts t’ do what y’did, but y’couldn’t get away quick enough could y’fella? Y’ran away like a big girl, an’ y’should consider y’self lucky y’got away ‘cause y’won’t next time. In fact
, y’won’t get away t’night ‘cause I’m callin’ you out right now tough man. Y’had the guts t’ spit in my face last week. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts t’ come down here an’ face me man t’ man t’night. An’ let me make this clear for ya, either y’come down here like a man or I’m comin’ back there f’ y’fella. It’s your choice. Either way, you’re in big trouble.
“I spit in the face of people who don’t want t’ be cool. . .”
Wearing his trunks and one of his own T-shirts, Carlito strolls out to the stage with a microphone, and Sheamus locks his eyes on him. Carlito looks a bit surprised as he looks down at the angry Irishman, and his music grinds to a halt.
, there’s no need f’ that Sheamus. An’ just so you know, I’m not scared of jou. Jour the one who looks like he’s scared. Ju look like jou’ve seen a ghost. . . No wait. Jou just look like a ghost.
Sheamus isn’t amused as he glares up at the laid back Carlito.
Jou need to calm down. Jou might be the Intercontinental Champion but I won the United States Championship on my debut. Now that’s cool. Jou say jou’ve not been here two minutes and you’re already a champion, but Sheamus, it took me just minutes. Look it up, it’s there. It kind o’ makes jou look stupid right now huh? Maybe now jou know why I’m not scared of jou either, and I didn’t run away from jou last week. I just got cold standing next to a human ice sculpture. That’s jou by the way, just so jou know.
Sheamus isn’t impressed, but Carlito looks very relaxed.
You’re a funny guy Carlito, an’ since you’re not scared fella, why don’t y’get y’ass down here right now? That’s unless y’don’t wanna end up like y’brother.
I would, but I don’t wanna embarrass jou anymore. I mean jou’ve got enough problems lookin’ like dat. Plus I have nightmares about the gingers. If it’s all the same with jou, I think I’m gonna stay up here.
That’s right. Stay up there like the coward that y’are. I don’t blame ya, but like I said before, y’don’t have a choice in t’is. Either y’come down here an’ get y’ass handed t’ you like a man or I come up there myself.
Okay. Jou want some of dis? Jou got it. Remember jou asked f’ dis.
Carlito pulls his shirt off and throws it down as he makes his way down the ramp, psyching himself up as Sheamus takes his own T-shirt off and drops both the microphone and his Intercontinental title. He gears himself up for Carlito’s imminent arrival, but it seems Carlito is having second thoughts. He steps up on to the apron but steps back down. The Celtic Warrior isn’t happy and walks over to the apron, then urges Carlito to get him and starts calling him a coward, pissing off.
He teases getting back up again when we can see his brother, Eddie Colon sneaking in the ring and running up behind Sheamus. Eddie clubs him across the back, catching the Irishman totally off guard. He’s tough though and fights him off, shoving him back down to the mat. Carlito then gets in the ring and helps his brother out, spinning Sheamus round and pummelling him with right hands. He tries for an irish whip and Sheamus reverses it, firing him in to the ropes. Carlito grabs hold of them and holds on to them in desperation, pissing Sheamus off no end.
Sheamus charges right at him and in to a raised boot, sending The Celtic Warrior staggering away from the ropes, allowing Carlito to walk up behind him and plant him with the Backstabber to a big pop. Eddie stands up and joins his brother in smiling at the sight of Sheamus squirming round on the canvas. “Cool” plays and the Colon brothers have a brief hug before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp. They get to the stage and turn round to see the angry Intercontinental Champion sitting up. The Puerto Rican siblings continue laughing, angering Sheamus even more as he glares back at them.
The Corporation (J.B.L. & Shane McMahon are dressed for action and Mr. McMahon is in a suit) are shown leaving their dressing room looking fairly confident, and the shot quickly switches to Rey Mysterio and his rookie, Mystico making their way through the back. We then see The Big Show with his rookie, Justin Gabriel as they too walk through the halls with the final tag team title tournament first round match coming up next!
An angry Sheamus is pacing through the back and kicks open the door to the parking lot to see a car with Carlito clearly in the driving seat reversing.
The Celtic Warrior chases after them as the car speeds off, getting away from the Intercontinental Champion. Sheamus admits defeat and puts the brakes on, then so does Carlito and leans his head out of the window to look back at Sheamus.
HEY, did jou want something?
Sheamus flips and chases the car again, and Carlito doesn’t hesitate in hitting the gas, just getting out of Sheamus’s reach, who manages to touch the back of the car before it gets away from him. He stands there breathing heavily and watches the car head off in to the night with a face like thunder.
*Cut to the Arena*
Leticia Cline is standing by at the top of the stage, poised for an announcement it would seem.
Ladies and gentleman, I’ve just been advised by Eric Bischoff that after what happened earlier on to The Miz and Heath Slater, they will not be able to compete in the upcoming match.
Therefore, this match for a place in the semi finals of the tag team title tournament will now be a triple threat elimination match
That means the winner of this match t’night will advance to the semi finals to take on Matt Hardy and Gregory Helms in a few weeks time.
World Tag Team Championship Tournament First Round
Triple Threat Elimination Match
The Big Show & Justin Gabriel vs. Rey Mysterio & Mystico
vs. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield & Shane McMahon w/Mr. McMahon
Before all three teams made their entrances, Matt Hardy, Gregory Helms & Shannon Moore made their way down to the ring to join JR & King for commentary at the announce table. They talked about scouting the competition as they’ll be taking on the winners for a spot in the final at Survivor Series, and each team gave it their all. They all wanted it, and after a number of close calls, it was The Big Show & Justin Gabriel that were eliminated first, thanks to a major distraction from Mr. McMahon. It looked as if JBL had Gabriel in trouble moments before until the South African rookie turned the tables on the former WWE Champion.
Layfield had taken Mysterio & Mystico out of the equation, and Shane was going at it with Show on the outside. Gabriel slowly picked himself back up and was pulled in to place for the Last Call. JBL lifted him up above his head but Gabriel countered with a hurricanrana to a big pop from the New Jersey crowd. They slowly made their way back up with JBL stunned, walking right in to a stiff kick to the gut from the spirited rookie. He tried for an irish whip but JBL reversed it, only for Gabriel to come flying back off the ropes and flip over JBL’s ducked back. They both turned their way round in a hurry with Gabriel connecting with a jumping heel kick.
The crowd were getting right behind Gabriel, and he wasn’t done there. JBL was rattled in a big way and made it back up, only to fall victim to a super kick. Gabriel dropped to his knees immediately and went for the cover, but he and the crowd were left disappointed as Vince placed his son’s foot on the rope. The boos were deafening as Vince played all innocent, but Gabriel shrugged it off and went straight to the top rope, dragging JBL closer. The fans rose to their feet as Gabriel got ready for the 450, but Vince jumped up on to the apron to distract both the ref & Gabriel. The South African snapped & jumped down, going right after the Chairman of the Board.
Shane was fortunate enough to dodge an oncoming Show on the outside with the big man running right in to the ring post. It only sent Show down to his knees, but Shane entered the ring, sensing the situation and helped JBL back up to his knees behind the unwitting Gabriel. The rookie eventually turned round as the ref dealt with Vince, and Gabriel charged right at him, sending him down with a clothesline, and then another to send him back down to the floor over the top. Only as he turned back round, JBL was back up and took his head off with a Clothesline from Hell.
Boos rang all around the arena as Vince stepped down off the apron and allowed the ref to count the fall, resulting in Gabriel & Show being eliminated. Show didn’t take it so well, and Vince’s smugness didn’t help matters. With Shane crawling up close by, Show saw red. He stripped the announce table to the shock of JR, King and their guests, who stood up straight away. Shane was then dragged up by Show, who was absolutely fuming. The giant held on to him by the throat and sent him crashing through the table with a chokeslam, resulting in a huge pop.
JBL & Vince were shocked, and they were even more shocked when Mysterio slipped in the ring behind Layfield and rolled him up for a cover. JBL kicked out at two, but as he made his way back up, he followed Rey as he back tracked to the ropes and walked right in to a drop toe hold that sent him on to the second rope. The crowd rose to their feet again as Mysterio dialled up and connected with the 619. Vince was too busy worrying about Shane to care as the dazed JBL picked himself up with the focused Mysterio steadying himself on the apron.
Show helped Gabriel on the outside, looking over at the panicked Mr. McMahon, as back in the ring, Mysterio hit the springboard and a seated senton to pick up the win for him & Mystico, booking themselves a match against Hardy & Helms in the semi finals. Vince was calling for help as Mystico joined Rey to celebrate their win, and they were soon joined by Hardy, Helms & Moore. EMTs ran down the ramp to attend to Shane, who wasn’t moving with the intense Show and pissed off Gabriel still looking on. The semi final opponents all shook hands in the ring, showing each other a great deal of respect as Vince continued to yell at the EMTs to help his son.
Winners: Rey Mysterio & Mystico by pinfall.
A stretched black limo enters the arena and then parks up. The driver gets out and opens the passenger door. Out steps a very serious looking Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, and we can hear cheers coming from inside the arena, where she may well be headed. We’ll find out in a few minutes when we come back!
During the Break
We’re shown clips of Shane McMahon being carried to the back on a stretcher with Mr. McMahon looking very worried as he walks up the ramp with him. JBL also looks extremely concerned for his half-brother, who’s conscious but in a bad way. He’s got a neck brace on and Vince tells him he’s going to be okay.
*Cut to the Arena*
“I’m all grown up now. . .”
A pretty decent pop meets Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley walks out to the stage, not paying much attention to the fans as she heads down the ramp with the weight of the world seemingly on her shoulders. She steps through the ropes and collects a microphone up off the apron, then heads in to the centre of the ring, waiting for her music to stop.
Three weeks ago I came here for a reason, in the hope that I could resolve my marriage and the problems I’ve been having with Hunter for the last few months. I’ve always known how much this business means to him, and he knows how much it means to me, but it’s come to the point where it’s gone too far. . . Things have changed for us as a couple and now as a family over the last few years, and because of that, we have a responsibility not to this business or even each other, but to our children.
Steph takes her time to compose herself.
I’ve spent all my life, more than my husband has in this business, and I love it, really I do. I never thought I could love anything more than this company, its fans and ev’rything it’s brought to my life. However when I gave birth for the first time, that all changed. Becoming a mother changed my life. I love my two daughters more than life itself and that will never change. My priorities changed and I wish that Hunter’s had too. Where I’ve been able to move on with my life, he hasn’t. If anything, things are worse now than they ever have been. He’s obsessed with the W-W-E Championship and he doesn’t have any time for me or our girls, and that’s what forced me to deliver him an ultimatum the last time I was here.
There’s some cheers & support for Steph, and she looks like she could do with it.
That night, he told me what I already thought I knew, but then something happened. He got kicked in the head by Randy Orton and because of that, he was back at home for two weeks recovering. I was hoping that time would help him see sense and he’d see the responsibility he has to our family. I quickly found out I was fooling myself. He didn’t want anything to do with me or the girls. All he could do was talk about getting revenge, and that made his decision for me. Me and my girls deserve better than this and I’m not going to let them suffer anymore. They deserve a proper upbringing, and that’s what they’re going to get.
Hunter, what I’m basically trying to say is, our marriage is over. I’m filing for divorce.
I can’t take it anymore. I’ve tried, really I have, but I’ve had as much as I can take. My kids deserve better and so d. . .
Stephanie drops the microphone and drops to her knees in tears. It’s all got too much for her and the fans look concerned for her.
“In The End”
A huge roar breaks out in the arena as the WWE Champion
makes his way out in to the arena. Stephanie turns her head and looks up to see the sympathetic Batista walking down the ramp. She’s still crying, but as Batista gets in the ring, he walks towards her straight away and she stands up to hug him. He holds her and comforts her, letting her cry all over his leather jacket. He then steps back and asks her if she’s okay, and she nods ever so slightly. He gives her a reassuring smile and then kneels down to pick up the microphone she dropped moments ago.
Steph, I know how much this hurts, I do. I’ve been through a tough break up that affected my kids, and I’m telling you Steph, you’re doing the right thing.
Seriously, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You don’t need to blame yourself. We all know who’s to blame here and it’s sure as hell not you, you got that?
Steph smiles at Dave, clearly appreciating his words despite the tears.
It’s been a long time coming but last week Hun’er finally got what was coming to him. You don’t need to worry about him. Let me deal with him Steph. You just worry about the kids.
Steph nods her head and smiles at Batista.
“I hear voices in my head. . .”
A ton of boos greet Randy Orton & Darren Young
as they stroll coolly out to the stage, much to the displeasure of Batista & Stephanie. The Animal looks disgusted by Orton’s presence, and The Legend Killer doesn’t seem too happy with him either as he slowly makes his way down the ramp with his eyes firmly locked on the WWE Champion. He enters the ring with his rookie following, and Batista stares at them as they step inside with Orton walking past them to collect a microphone from Lilian Garcia. He gets one and his music stops as he walks back in to the centre of the ring with a great deal of tension between him & Batista.
You’ve got a lot of nerve Randy you know that? This has nothing t’ do with you.
From where I’m standing Dave, I have as much right to be here as you do. This has much to do with you as it does me. . . nothing
This isn’t a talk show Dave. Whatever problems she has, they don’t belong here, especially when I have one big problem I wish t’ discuss. You might’ve f’gotten all about what happened at Unf’given but I haven’t. I beat you Dave. However as you can see I’m not standing here with the W-W-E Championship when we both know I should be. I had you beat. You were in no man’s land Dave. There was no escape until Triple H stuck his nose where it wasn’t wanted. You should be thanking him, but there is one thing you can do, or should I say should do
. Give me the rematch I deserve.
You want a rematch? I’ll tell you where you can stick your rematch coming down here an. . .
Hey. . . hey.
Everyone in the ring looks confused and then we hear some boos. They all look up at the tron and there stands Triple H in the parking lot. The arena’s full of heat for The King of Kings, and no one is happy to see his face on the tron.
I’m sorry to break this up, and Steph you can have you can your divorce. You said it yourself, there’s only one thing I want, and you all know what that it is. It’s the one thing I’ve always wanted, and Steph, that’ll never change. . . I want the W-W-E Championship and I’ll do whatever I have to t’ get it.
*Ton of Heat*
Bischoff might’ve had me kicked out again t’night, but that’s not stopping you coming out here Dave. You might’ve enjoyed last week, and I hope you did, because it won’t happen again. You guys know better than anyone that I don’t f’get a thing, and I always get even. Randy, you know that after Unf’given, but Dave this is between you and me. If you enjoyed what you did to me last week, then why not come out here right now and give me what you’ve got.
Batista looks all up for it, but Steph grabs his arm and pleads with him not to go with Orton & Young watching on with interest.
Hun’er, f’get about Dave and listen t’ me. . . You’ve got no right whatsoever
challenging him. If anyone’s going t’ be getting a title shot, it’s me
. I’ve had enough of you Hun’er, and if you want a fight t’night, then why don’t you come down here?
Triple H smirks.
Fine by me.
The Game kneels down and the camera shows him holding his slegdehammer. Triple H lifts it ovr his shoulder and heads back in to the arena through the back.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
Eric Bischoff stomps out in to the arena looking so angry, looking back towards the curtain.
SECURITY, KEEP HIM BACK THERE.
Bischoff enters the ring and stands in front of them all.
No one’s going anywhere alright. This isn’t happening.
The Head of Authority turns and looks up at the tron as security cut off Triple H.
Hun’er, congratulations. You’ve found a way to cause yet more trouble, and guess what? Most of all, you’ve forced me in to a decision I really didn’t want to make. But now I see there’s only one way we’re going to sort this out once and for all. . . I want you all to know I’m doing this against my better judgment. At Survivor Series we’re going to have ourselves a triple threat match. It’s going t’ be Batista
versus Randy Orton
, versus Triple H
for the W-W-E Championship
Cheers ring round the arena as Triple H smirks in the back while Orton & Batista aren’t sure what to make of Bischoff’s announcement as “Back in Black” plays. Bischoff looks at both of them with a lot of tension up in the air, and Steph looks lost with her husband the only one smiling on the tron.
A split screen shows one fired up Kofi Kingston on one side and Ezekiel Jackson on the other along with his mentor, Ted DiBiase & ‘The Million Dollar Woman’ Maryse for our main event, which is just a matter of minutes away!
*The Main Event*
Kofi Kingston vs. Ezekiel Jackson w/Ted DiBiase & Maryse
Kofi was extra fired up for this one, so intense from the moment he walked through the curtain, even surprising DiBiase & Jackson. It was Kofi that started the stronger too despite the size difference, using his pace to seize control and stun the helpless rookie of DiBiase. That all changed though and the size difference came in to play in a big way when Kofi went for a springboard reverse elbow smash. The monstrous Jackson caught him on his shoulder and walked in to the corner, then threw him forward in to the turnbuckle pads with force.
Even DiBiase & Maryse looked to feel some sympathy for Kofi, and the fans were looking on very concerned for the Jamaican Sensation. He didn’t let up though, and after taking one hell of a beating, he managed to jump down to the mat with Jackson looking to hit a chokeslam. Jackson was stunned and Kofi unleashed a fury of stiff kicks, sending him down to one knee. Kofi backed up in to the ropes and then came racing back with a sit down dropkick to the face.
He wasn’t done there and connected with a Boom Drop, but Jackson comfortably kicked out at two. Kofi was firing on all cylinders and came so close after ducking a big boot and catching the debuting Jackson with an enzuigiri. It wasn’t to be however, and DiBiase breathed a huge sigh of relief on the outside. Despite his bad run as of late, Kofi was feeling good and was getting ready for the Trouble in Paradise, bringing Jackson’s mentor up on to the apron in a panic. It gave Jackson the chance to make it back up to his knees, and Kofi was furious.
He charged right at Ted, who instantly jumped back and down to the floor. They exchanged angry words, but as Kofi turned back round, Jackson nailed him with a thunderous boot to the face. Kingston was in big time trouble. His lights were well & truly out, and Jackson dragged his helpless body up and finished him off with The Book of Ezekiel, an uranage. Believe it or not, the fans weren’t best pleased, and Kofi rolled under the apron to the outside where he later stood up looking angry & worse for wear as he walked to the back, much to the amusement of DiBiase, who went over to Lilian Garcia to get a microphone.
Winner: Ezekiel Jackson by pinfall.
I hope you’re watching Bischoff. You’re little plan t’night didn’t work, and no matter what it is you have planned for me, I will get the Intercontinental title back. There’s nothing you can do t’ sto. . .
What’s going on?
A huge pop breaks out as the lights go out. The cheers echo around the arena as the lights remain off for several seconds, and then they come back on to a massive roar with the sight of The Undertaker standing behind DiBiase, Jackson & Maryse in the ring. The crowd is going nuts, and DiBiase has no idea of what’s waiting for him. Jackson’s curious and turns round with Taker grabbing his throat straight away. More cheers break out, and DiBiase turns round, looking stunned to see The Undertaker there. He goes right at him but gets a big boot for his trouble, getting another pop from the crowd. Maryse looks extremely worried and sees Jackson get chokeslammed to the mat. Ted claws his way back up and right in to The Dead Man’s clutches, and he is scooped up in to position for the Tombstone Piledriver.
With the fans calling for Taker to drill him, Maryse pleads with him not to, but Taker takes no notice and drops to his knees, driving DiBiase’s head in to the canvas to a massive cheer. The camera switches to a shot of an incredibly amused Eric Bischoff watching in his office before quickly switching back to Taker in the ring, sizing up the damage as Maryse checks on her flat out boyfriend. “Deadman’s Symphony” plays to another huge cheer as the lights go out with a purple spotlight shining down on Taker, who drops on to one knee and poses with the fans on their feet as Raw comes to a close with JR speculating that Taker is the Smackdown superstar who’s jumping ship to Raw.
John Morrison df. Zack Ryder
JTG & Homicide df. Cody Rhodes & Joe Hennig
Kelly Kelly df. Maryse
Rey Mysterio & Mystico df. John ‘Bradshaw’ Layfield & Shane McMahon and The Big Show & Justin Gabriel
Ezekiel Jackson df. Kofi Kingston
Mia Rain df. Maria
Matt Hardy df. Orlando Jordan
>Confirmed for Next Week<
World Tag Team Championship Tournament
JTG & Homicide vs. Christopher Daniels & Kaval
>Confirmed for Survivor Series<
Date: Sunday 9th November 2008
Venue: Air Canada Center
Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Batista (c) vs. Randy Orton vs. Triple H
World Tag Team Championship
JTG & Homicide or Christopher Daniels & Kaval vs. Matt Hardy & Gregory Helms or Rey Mysterio & Mystico