~Friday Night SmackDown~
April 20th, 2007
New Orleans Arena
New Orleans, Louisiana
"I don’t owe you a title shot… you owe me… an apology."
We open the broadcast with a highlights package of last week's show, focusing on the return to duty of Teddy Long and his announcement of the main event, a Triple Threat Match featuring Edge, Mr. Kennedy and Chris Benoit, and then the indefinite suspension levied on Umaga, which of course lead to Teddy firing Jonathan Coachman. We now cut to action from the triple threat, with all three men battling back and forth, until Edge appears to have the match won... only for there to be no referee to make the three count! The action rages on, with Benoit recovering to pin Kennedy for the win, only for Edge to strike... and attack him with a steel chair! Edge now coerces Kennedy into a con-chair-to... but here comes Batista to make the save! Batista storms into the ring and dispatches Kennedy... only for Edge to crack him with the chair too! With all three men down, Edge then lines Benoit up... for a vicious one man con-chair-to, an absolutely sickening moment, with the video ending as we see Edge standing tall, while Batista, Kennedy and Benoit are down and out around him.
After the usual SmackDown intro video, we head into the arena, a massive pyro display welcoming us to the show. As the camera zooms across the arena, taking in the sights and sounds of the capacity crowd, we hear from our announce team...
Last week, we crowned a new Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Batista and Chris Benoit we scheduled to meet tonight, but after the actions of Edge as we went off the air last week, there is chaos and confusion as we kick off another episode of Friday Night SmackDown! Hello everyone, I'm Michael Cole, alongside me as always is 'JBL' and Tazz, and fellas, it was an incredible performance last week from Chris Benoit to earn himself a title shot, only for Edge to snatch it away from him.
I don't think I've ever been prouder of Chris Benoit than I was last week. The guy's in the twilight of his career, he's lookin' to hang up the boots this summer, but he wants to go out with a bang, and he looked he coulda got it tonight against Batista, only for Edge to put 'im on the shelf... maybe even permanently.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
He went out with a bang alright, it's still ringin' in 'is ears a week later! But forget Benoit, Edge for the second time in less than two weeks was robbed by incompetent refereerin'. Just like at WrestleMania, Edge had the match won, he had the three count, but he couldn't get it 'cause we didn't have a referee. Chris Benoit didn't earn that title opportunity, he stole it! If ya' ask me, it was nothin' more than Benoit deserved!
Well, we're gonna try and give you an update on the condition of Chris Benoit later tonight. As it stands though, by order of Teddy Long, Edge and Mr. Kennedy are gonna battle tonight in our main event, and the winner will face Batista next week in the United Kingdom for the World Heavyweight Championship.
And I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually rootin' for Kennedy tonight! I don't think Edge deserves another shot, I think he oughta be suspended quite frankly. I hope Kennedy puts 'im in his place tonight.
We now cut to the ring, and in a surprising move, we see that The New Breed are already in the ring. As the music dies down, the crowd now turns their attention to the ring, with boos ringing out in the direction of Elijah Burke as he holds a microphone in his hand. Monty Brown glares at the fans, while Layla motions for quiet as Burke readies himself to speak...
Incase you people don't know who we are, allow me to introduce ourselves. I... am Elijah Burke. This man... is Monty Brown. And this sweet sugar right here... is Layla. And we are... The New Breed.
A few boos are heard from the crowd, Layla scowling at the fans for doing so...
And incase you're wonderin' why we're out here right now... I'm gonna fill ya' all in. Ever since we showed up on SmackDown, we made it clear we wanted the gold. We wanted... The Hooligans.
Pop for the mention of the champions, which Burke ignores...
But so far, we ain't got 'em. So we had to go out and make a lil' noise, get their attention, and take matters into our own hands.
Brown now turns to look at Elijah, the two nodding to each other, before Monty looks back to the crowd in menacing fashion...
But Teddy Long?
Burke laughs to himself and shakes his head...
Ol' Teddy, he didn't like that. He wants us to wait a while. And y'know what? We OK with that.
Burke turns and rather sarcastically nods his head at Layla, who turns to the crowd and does the same...
If Paul London is really as banged up as he says he is, then fine... we'll wait. 'Cause when we do eventually get 'em in the ring, we don't want nothin' to taint our victory. We don't no excuses.
In a rather over the top fashion, Burke rubs his jaw and raises his eyebrows...
Elijah Burke: But
... if ya' ask me... Paul London, he ain't hurt. Naw. His knee's fine. London and Kendrick... they runnin' scared o' us. They just don't wanna face us and lose like men. But I'm all man, ain't that right baby girl?
A smug look of satisfaction crosses Layla's face as she nods and shouts “That's right!” in agreement...
So they got the night off, which means me and Monty, we're just gonna have to show 'em how it's done. And since Teddy Long said last week that all we had to do was show up and he'd give us a challenger, well... we ain't gonna wait. We ain't gonna hang around.
Burke now heads towards the ropes, opening his hand up the aisle...
We right here Teddy! And we ain't leavin' 'til you give us somebody worthy of our precious time. So c'mon Teddy, who ya' got? Let's see 'em Teddy! Let's-
*LIVE FOR THE MOMENT...*
The crowd comes alive with a resounding cheer as the United States Champion Matt Hardy
bounds onto the stage, taking everyone by surprise. Hardy fires up the crowd, slapping as many hands as he can, before he makes his way down the aisle...
Oh my! It's the United States Champion, Matt Hardy! The man who's been on such a roll so far in 2007, Hardy I guess has been handpicked by Teddy Long to be one half of The New Breed's opponents this evening.
What a pick that is by Teddy Long! Matt Hardy, a guy who's got 'is own problems right now with Finlay, but I guess when the call came from the G.M., he was more than happy to step up.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Yeah but who's his partner gonna be? He ain't gonna fight 'em alone, even Hardy's not that stupid!
Although initially taken aback, the confidence quickly returns to Burke and Brown as they now goad Hardy into entering the ring, Burke even sitting down on the middle rope and motioning for Hardy to step through. Matt is wise to their game though, shaking his head and wagging his finger, preferring to stand his ground as the foot of the ring, a knowing smile on his face, suggesting he knows exactly who his partner is going to be...
*I WALK ALONE...*
And the roof nearly blows off the arena as the fans give a massive welcome to Batista
! The World Heavyweight Champion confidently strides out from the back, crouching down to set off an explosion of pyro, before he then heads down the aisle to join Hardy...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me!
Here comes Matt Hardy's tag team partner! Here comes the World Heavyweight Champion! Here comes... 'The Animal'!
Man, what a team Teddy Long's put together here! Burke and Brown, they don't look all that cocky anymore, do they?
Indeed they don't, as in the ring, Burke and Brown look at each other with concerned looks on their faces, with Layla trying to rally the troops, looking to get the pair to calm down and focus. Batista joins Matt, the two sharing a quick nod of the head to each other, before they storm into the ring... and the match is on!
Match 1: Tag Team Match
World Heavyweight Champion Batista and United States Champion Matt Hardy vs. The New Breed w/ Layla
Batista and Matt slide under the bottom rope, and they instantly take the fight to Burke and Brown, with Batista unloading with big right hands on Brown that drive him to the ropes, while Hardy tackles Burke to the canvas, smacking him with a flurry of rights and lefts. Burke covers up then rolls under the bottom rope to safety, while Batisa sends Brown for the ride... into a massive spinebuster! 'The Animal' roars to his feet, with Brown stumbling to the ropes... clothesline from Hardy sends him sprawling to the floor! The crowd goes wild as Hardy and Batista take the fight early to The New Breed, with Layla desperately trying to regroup her team on the outside. Batista and Hardy stand tall in the ring, ready and waiting for Burke and Brown to return to action, while the referee tries to restore some order, eventually managing to usher Batista to the corner. Hardy waits for The New Breed to collude, with it being decided that Burke will be the man to get the match underway proper for them. Burke and Hardy snap into a tie up, with Hardy working into a standing side hadlock. Burke shoves Matt into the ropes... but Hardy runs him over with a shoulderblock! Hardy quickens the pace by coming off the ropes, but Burke avoids him with a leapfrog, then drops down as Hardy runs over the top... but Matt puts the breaks on, and catches Burke unaware... inverted DDT! Here's a cover... 1... 2... Burke kicks out, and he quickly scurries to his corner to tag in Brown.
Brown takes his time entering the ring, not wanting to be caught off guard, engaging Hardy in a tie up and over powering Matt as he gets on the side headlock. Hardy backs into the ropes, then uses the momentum to fire Brown across... Brown bowls Hardy over with a shoulderblock! Feeling he can take control, Monty hoists Hardy up and shoves him into the corner, unloading with hard right hands to the midsection. Brown then goes for the Irish whip across, but Hardy reverses... and follows in with a corner clothesline! Hardy hangs on... then comes out of the corner with a bulldog! With Brown down, Hardy crawls over... and tags in Batista! 'The Animal' storms into the ring, running through Brown with a clothesline, then he keeps on running to knock Burke off the apron. Batista turns back to Brown, driving him to the corner, where he unloads with a series of shoulder thrusts to the gut, before he goes for the Irish whip across... Brown reverses and follows in... into a boot to the face! Brown stumbles back... and Batista explodes from the corner with a clothesline! Brown is down again, and Batista decides to bring Hardy back into the match. Matt pushes himself onto the second rope, waiting for Brown to make it back to a knee... diving elbow drop to the back of the head! Here's a cover... 1... 2... Bruke runs in to make the save, but this only serves to draw Batista into the ring, the referee stepping in to try get Batista out of the ring. The distraction is enough for Burke to try a cheap shot on Hardy, but Matt blocks his right hand, snapping back with rights of his own... only for Brown to grab Hardy from behind... and rock him with a back suplex side slam! Hardy is planted to the canvas, the distraction from Burke enough for Brown to take advantage, and as we head for the first commercial of the night, it appears The New Breed are about to take control of this match.
And indeed when we return we see action from during the commercial, where Hardy tries to fight back, only to be caught by Brown with a lifting spinning spinebuster, gaining The New Breed a near fall. Back to real time, and Hardy is being worked over by Burke in the corner, alternating rights to the face and chops to the chest finding their mark. Brown tags back in, and he goes for more high impact moves, doing damage with a backbreaker and then a vertical suplex, both gaining 2 counts. Brown yanks Matt to the heel’s corner, laying in with kicks to the midsection that drive Hardy down to the canvas. Burke tags in, and he heads across the ring, lines Hardy up, then charges... springs up... outer limitz elbow! Burke gets all of the impressive move, and he drags Matt away from the ropes and hooks the leg... 1... 2... Hardy kicks out! Brown tags back in, and he does more damage to the midsection as he unloads with stiff knees and punches to the gut, causing Hardy to crumple to the canvas in pain. Quick tags are now made as Burke and Brown isolate Hardy from Batista, ‘The Animal’ pacing back and forth on the apron, trying to rally Hardy into making the tag. In the corner, Burke lands three punches to the midsection, then finishes off the combination with a big uppercut, before he fires Matt off the ropes... flying forearm smash! After another near fall, Brown comes back in, and he again goes for high impact as he drills more knees to the gut, then hooks Matt up... exploder suplex! Brown goes for the cover... 1... 2... Batista makes the save, returning the favour from earlier. Brown tags in Burke, but before he leaves the ring, he takes Matt up and down with a backbreaker, but keeps him perched on his knee... so Burke can enter the ring with a slingshot guillotine elbow drop! Hardy’s body is contorted on impact, and once Brown leaves the ring, the ref counts... 1... 2... Hardy stays alive!
Burke senses that Hardy is close to defeat, so he looks to wear him down by locking on a bodyscissors, trying to squeeze the life out of the United States Champion. Hardy groans in pain, trying to reach the ropes, but Burke wrenches on the hold in the centre of the ring, and slowly but surely Hardy starts to fade. On the apron, Batista starts to stomp his feet, trying to get the crowd into the match, and as the noise level starts to rise, Hardy finds a burst of strength that enables him to throw a back elbow to the side of the head... and a second... and a third finally breaks the hold! Both men stumbles back to their feet, with Hardy now landing right hands to the face... but a well placed knee to the midsection quickly ends the rally. Burke now shoves Hardy chest first into a neutral corner, before he heads across the ring, lines Hardy up... then charges in... ELIJAH EXPRESS... NO!
Hardy steps aside... and Burke crashes into the turnbuckle! Both men are down and in pain, crawling to their corners... Burke tags in Brown... but here comes Batista! 'The Animal' bursts into action, charging at Brown to bowl him over with a shoulderblock! Brown is back up, but a clothesline puts him down again. Brown tries to pull himself up with the ropes, but Batista is right on him, sending him off the opposite side... big boot to the face! Brown is down, but here comes Burke... but Batista sees him coming... and sends him flying with a big back body drop!
Now Hardy is back on his feet, and he races at Brown... and catches him with the side effect! The referee quickly steps in though, ushering Matt to the corner, trying to get back to just the legal men in the ring... but with the ref distracted, that allows Burke to attack from behind... and hook Batista up... for the ELIJAH EXPERIENCE!
Batista is absolutely drilled, and now Burke heads to the corner, screaming for Brown to make the cover... and here it is... 1... 2... Batista rolls a shoulder! The arena erupts as 'The Animal' stays in the match, with Burke unable to believe it. With Batista down and hurt, Burke calls for Brown to tag him in, which he does, allowing Burke into the ring with the intentions of ending the match. He sees Batista in the corner, dragging himself up, and once again charges in... ELIJAH EXPRESS... NO!
Batista sees him coming, turns... and catches Burke with a massive SPINEBUSTER! Batista bursts back to his feet, shaking the ropes, roaring to the crowd, but wait, here comes Brown into the ring... Batista ducks his clothesline... Hardy slips into the ring... and Brown runs right at him... kick... TWIST OF FATE!!
Hardy takes Brown out of the equation, meaning all he has to do is sit back and watch as Batista yanks Burke up, takes him in, then hoists him up into the air... BATISTA BOMB!!
Burke is hammered to the canvas in emphatic fashion, Batista going for the cover and getting the 1... 2... 3!
Winners: Batista and Matt Hardy @ 11.27
A hard fought victory, but Hardy and Batista manage to eventually put Burke and Brown away. Batista and Matt join each other in the centre of the ring, the referee handing over their titles, the pair of champions raising them high in the air to a nice pop from the crowd. On the outside, Brown drags Burke from the ring, helping his partner stay on his feet, while Layla scowls and shouts back at Hardy and Batista, the champions barely noticing her as they head for opposite corners to celebrate with the fans as we head to another commercial.
We open to a dismal, rainy scene, a solemn church bell ringing loudly in the background. We slowly see peasants trudging through the rain and mud of what appears to be an eighteenth century town, everybody dressed like pilgrims of the time. As the camera pans, we see a rather portly town crier, who rings a handbell to a much faster beat than the previous church bell...
Town Crier: Hear ye! Hear ye! Thy day of reckoning is upon us!
We hear the clang of a nearby blacksmith hammering down on a piece of raw metal, with the close up revealing the blacksmith to be none other than SmackDown’s own Matt Hardy, dressed in the traditional garb...
Town Crier: Just as the weeds are collected and burned up with fire, so shall it be at the end of the age!
Hardy tosses his hammer aside and slowly trudges off camera, passing the town reverend, who just so happens to be Mr. Kennedy, with Kennedy also dressed in the church fashion of the time...
Town Crier: I tell thee my friends, do not fear thee who kill the body, and after that can do no more!
Kennedy glances down at the bible in his hands, then tosses it down into the mud, before he follows Hardy off camera...
Town Crier: But I will warn you whom to fear! Fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast thee into hell!
A man in a horse slowly approaches, the man being revealed as Batista. ‘The Animal’ quickly drops down off the horse, the buckle on his boots clunking heavily as he lands before he too walks off camera...
Town Crier: I tell thee, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak!
We now see Edge chopping wood, aggressively swinging an axe into a log set up on a stump, but he soon wipes the wet hair from his face, tosses the axe aside and exits the scene...
Town Crier: So speak and so act as those who are to be judged under the law of liberty. For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy!
King Booker and Queen Sharmell sit on thrones like a Mayor and Mayorness, with Booker soon standing up out of his chair, leaving Sharmell behind as he heads out of the frame...
Town Crier: For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.
The town magistrate is played by Chris Benoit, complete with wig, who suddenly sits upright from behind the bench of his courtroom and storms out of the building mid trial, leaving behind a full courtroom of confused people...
Town Crier: And when they have finished their testimony, the beast that rises from the bottomless pit will make war on them and conquer them and kill them!
We now see practically the entire SmackDown roster, all dressed for the time, stood surrounding the Town Crier, who now has a petrified look on his face…
Town Crier: Oh death, where is your victory? Oh death, where is your sting?
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Town Crier is clobbered by Umaga, who is dressed as he normally would be. Umaga now stands with one foot on the chest of the crier, the camera looking down on him in pain, but he manages to get in the last word as he shouts...
”Judgment Day... is upon us!”
"WWE JUDGMENT DAY – MAY 20TH - LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW!"
*End Video Package*
We return to the office of SmackDown's General Manager Teddy Long, who stands infront of a television set, watching footage from the previous match , smiling as he sees Batista put Elijah Burke away to win the match up. Clearly feeling pleased and satisfied that he's sent enough of a message to The New Breed, Tedy points the remote at the TV, the screen going black. Suddenly, a knock at the door is heard, but before Teddy can answer, we hear the door swing open, the camera panning to reveal... it's Jonathan Coachman? The man who Teddy Long fired last week is back, with an incredibly smug grin on his face as he steps towards Teddy...
Well, well, Teddy Long. Good to see ya' again buddy! Y'know, I was really
hoping to catch up with you last week, but unfortunately... well, you know what you did. I take it you got the memo?
Teddy rather reluctantly nods his head, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper...
Oh I got it, playa. Signed, sealed, delivered by Mr. McMahon himself. Says I can't fire or suspend you. I gotta keep you around, for some reason.
Coachman nods smugly...
Well, Mr. McMahon clearly recognises an important part of his business when he sees one. He knows how valuable a commodity I am to this company and to the SmackDown brand. I just wish you had as brilliant a business mind as he does Teddy, then you'd see it too.
Teddy shakes his head, almost in disgust, while 'Coach' peps up, looking like he's ready to get right back to work...
So, how's this gonna work? I mean, I'm assuming you won't want to make Mr. McMahon angry again, so what, we'll share duties and be Co-General Managers or somethin'? Obviously, I'll be more in control than you will, I'll be more hands on, but I'll let you make a match or two every now and then. Y'know, just to keep you on your toes.
From behind his glasses, Teddy raises his eyebrows in surprise...
'Coach' ignores Teddy, clearly in a world of his own right now as he looks around the office, mumbling a few words about redecorating...
Now listen, I wanna talk about a few things. Now that I'm back and my job is more secure than ever, I think we need to discuss the layout of this office. I mean, since we're gonna be sharin', I was thinkin'-
Whoa, hold up, hold up a second there, playa.
Pop from inside the arena as 'Coach' is stopped in his tracks...
What on earth are you talkin' about? Mr. McMahon mighta said I had to keep you under contract... but he didn't say nothin' about what kinda job I can give you. And lemme tell ya' this, you and me... we ain't sharin' a job, and we ain't sharin' this office.
Another pop as the smug grin drains from Coachman's face, a look worry now starting to creep in...
So... what did you have in mind?
Well... I thought maybe you could start by cleanin' the restrooms.
Coachman's jaw nearly hits the floor, while laughter is heard from the crowd...
But tell ya' the truth 'Coach', I don't really care what you do. I might not be able to fire you, and that's Mr. McMahon's prerogative. It's his company, he's entitled to say that. But as far as I'm concerned, you can show up every week and do absolutely nothin'.
Just show up, pick up a pay cheque and get on outta here. It ain't my money, it's Mr. McMahon's money, and if he's happy with you getting' paid for doin' nothin', then that's fine with me.
'Coach' shakes his head, not quite understanding...
Honestly, 'Coach'? You can do whatever you wanna do. I don't care what ya' do, just stay outta my way when ya' do it. Ya' dig?
Bemusement crosses Coachman's face as he throws his hands up in disbelief...
You're makin' a big mistake here, Teddy. I mean, you expect me to hang around backstage, out there with those idiots? I'm an executive, OK? I don't belong out there, I belong in offices like this, making the big decisions!
'Coach' shakes his head and shivers, disgusted at the thought of hanging out with the common backstage workers...
I mean, c'mon Teddy, I was Mr. McMahon's Executive Assistant, and I did a heck of a job doin' it, why else would he keep me around? I can do the same for you Teddy? All those little problems you don't wanna deal with, I can take care of them. Or... or make you freshly brewed coffee before every show? Dry clean your suits!? Teddy, I'm beggin' ya', please! I'll do anything!
Desperate, 'Coach' grabs hold of Teddy's lapels, but quickly let's go when he realises he's creasing Teddy's suit, trying his best to smooth over the creases before he looks at the G.M. with puppy dog eyes...
Anything! You name it, it's done!
Teddy pauses, letting out an exaggerated “Hmmm...” as he taps a finger on his chin...
Well, like I said... we do
need somebody to clean the restrooms. Why don't you take yo'self down the hallway and find a bucket and mop?
More laughs from inside the arena, with 'Coach' now dropping to his knees...
No. No, Teddy... please?
Long reaches down, helping 'Coach' back to his feet, before he points him in the direction of the door...
Get ta' steppin', playa. I'll holla at ya' from the third stall.
A final, desperate look of despair buys Coachman no sympathy, with Teddy nodding towards the door. Coachman's expression now changes to one of anger, humiliated by what he's been asked to do, glaring at Teddy before he storms off. Teddy is left behind, shaking his head as he watches 'Coach' leave, before he picks the remote control up once more and points it towards the television set...
And as he presses a button, we snap back into the arena to hear...
The arena is on its feet in appreciation as Bryan Danielson
steps out from the back. As always, it's a look of steely determination in his eyes as he walks down the aisle, pumping his fist to the fans before he enters the ring...
Well, I guess that's a bit of a comedown for Jonathan Coachman. We kicked off the show last week with him as our Interim General Manager, this week's he's cleanin' the bathroom!
Ya' shouldn't laugh really, it's gotta be hard on 'im... but it's damn sure funny to see it! And it couldn't have happen to a better guy!
And here comes the man who last week, made our very own former WWE Champion, John Bradshaw Layfield, tap out, right infront of the announce desk. How ya' feelin' this week, partner?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
You shut your damn mouth, ya' hear me?! Don't even speak to me about this wannabe, this nobody. The guy doesn't even deserve to be in a WWE arena, and he doesn't deserve the honour of my broadcast analysis.
I think he deserves a raise after what he did to you last week. Hell, I'll chip in for it myself...
Not much of a reaction for Joey Mercury
, who looks as A-list as always as he struts down the aisle in his fur coat and sunglasses, pointing and shouting a few comments at the ringside fans...
We haven't seen a whole lot of Joey Mercury as of late, but a win right here against Bryan Danielson would really shake things up in the cruiserweight division.
It'd be an upset for sure. Danielson's been chasin' Gregory Helms and the Cruiserweight Championship for months now, but if Mercury won here, you gotta say that puts him right in the frame for a title shot too.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I hope he breaks that Danielson punk in half. Infact, ya' remember what happened to Mercury's face about six months ago? I hope that happens to Danielson tonight, only ten times worse!
No prizes for guessin' who you'll be rootin' for in this one then...
Bryan Danielson vs. Joey Mercury
Danielson and Mercury snap into a collar and elbow tie up, with Mercury quickly working it into a standing side headlock, grinding on Danielson’s neck. Bryan manages to shove Mercury into the ropes, only to be run over with a shoulderblock. Quickening the pace, Mercury comes off the ropes, but Danielson avoids him with a leapfrog… then takes Mercury down with an armdrag! Mercury is right back up… running into a hiptoss! Stumbling to his feet, Mercury is again caught as Danielson unloads with stiff uppercuts, then uses kicks to the legs to drive Mercury to the corner. Danielson goes for an Irish whip across, but Mercury counters… then follows in… into a back elbow to the face! Mercury stumbles away, as Bryan pushes himself onto the second rope… missile dropkick! Bryan hooks the leg… 1… 2… Mercury kicks out. Danielson yanks Mercury against the turnbuckle, unloading with a flurry of kicks to the chest, before he fires Mercury across the ring and follows in… corner elbow smash! Danielson backs away, as Mercury stumbles towards him… into a northern lights suplex! 1… 2… again Mercury kicks out. Danielson now looks to apply some pressure as he steps in, then hooks Mercury up and leans back… surfboard! Danielson applies the painful submission hold, looking for an early tap out, with Mercury crying out in pain, but eventually he’s able to force himself over, causing Bryan to break the hold. Danielson is in clear control, and he looks to press this home as he fires Mercury off the ropes… but Bryan lowers his head… and a kick to the chest snaps him up… allowing Mercury to score a falling clothesline! Mercury finally manages to get some offense in, and he moves quickly to take out his frustrations, unloading with stomp after stomp to the body of Danielson, before he drops an elbow for a near fall.
Mercury now looks to continue to go on the attack, dropping down to land rapid fire rights to the temple, before he yanks Danielson up… then drops him with a falling neckbreaker! Here’s a cover… 1… 2… Bryan kicks out. Mercury looks to stay on the offensive as he lands a few stomps to the face, then he again targets the neck, this time shoving Danielson’s throat across the middle rope, then charging off the opposite rope… to drop the leg across the neck! Bryan splutters and coughs, but after Mercury scores yet another near fall, he quickly works Danielson into a grounded headlock. Mercury wrenches on the neck, trying to wear Danielson down, but as the noise level from the crowd rises, Danielson makes a move, forcing himself back to his feet. A pair of elbows buys him some separation, only for Mercury to land clubbing forearms to the back of the neck. Mercury then goes for an Irish whip… but Danielson runs right under his clothesline attempt… and comes off the ropes… flying forearm smash! Danielson picks up the pace, coming off the ropes… running leg lariat! Here’s a cover… 1… 2… Mercury hangs in there! Danielson looks to string together some offence, unloading with kicks to the chest, backing Mercury to the ropes, before he fires him off the opposite ropes… into an overhead belly to belly suplex! Mercury is reeling as he staggers into the corner… and here comes Danielson… corner dropkick! Only the turnbuckle is holding Mercury up, with Danielson now moving in, hoisting Mercury up, and then going up top too… hooking Mercury up for a SUPERPLEX… NO! Mercury strikes with rights to the midsection, then a headbutt knocks Danielson down. Bryan lands on his feet, but Mercury flies… looking for a FLYING CROSSBODY… NO! Danielson dives to safety… Mercury crashes to the canvas! Grabbing his surgically repaired face, Mercury isn’t fully in the game as he stumbles back up, and Danielson takes advantage… hooking Mercury up from behind… then takes him up and down, hanging on… for the CATTLE MUTILATION!! Danielson locks on his deadly submission move, Mercury desperately flailing his arms… but it’s no use… as he has to tap out!
Winner: Via Submission, Bryan Danielson @ 04.49
A strong performance from Danielson as he finishes Mercury off, releasing the submission hold and then rolling away to climb back onto his feet. The referee is quickly over to raise Bryan's hand in victory to a nice cheer, but there's no time to celebrate as...
The boos quickly break out as for the second week in a row, the Cruiserweight Champion Gregory Helms
appears after Danielson's match, apparently ready to give us all a piece of his mind. Helms has his title slung over his left shoulder, a microphone in his left hand, and that oh so important petition of his in his right hand. Helms stops under the SmackDown fist, looking a little more wary after last week, but still looking as arrogant as ever as he waits for the heat of the crowd to die down...
I'm sure you people all found it real funny last week when your boy Bryan here decided to stick 'is nose in my business again, and ruin what was gonna be a great moment for me.
A slight pop from the crowd, which draws a glare from Helms…
I'm sure you all laughed. But to be honest with ya' Bryan... I just can't understand it. I really don't. I mean, you're obsession with me... that
, I can understand. After all, I am the greatest cruiserweight in the history of professional wrestlin'. That's somethin' worth bein' obsessed about. But what I don't get... is why you're still chasin' after me and this title.
Helms shrugs his shoulders, beginning to now pace back and forth under the SmackDown fist…
I mean, I already beat ya' twice. I beat ya' infront o' the whole world at WrestleMania, and yet for some reason, you still think you deserve another shot at this title. But you don't deserve anythin'. And the only thing this title deserves... is to be retired as a tribute to the greatest championship reign the WWE has ever seen.
Heat from the fans, with Danielson shaking his head in the ring…
And while you people mighta had a laugh last week... I couldn't help but laugh earlier this week. Y'see, I did a little diggin' on you Bryan, to try and fully understand just why you were so obsessed with me and my title. And when I found out what I did... believe me, boy, I laughed out loud!
Danielson looks on confused, while Helms pauses, having a little laugh to himself before he addresses the fans…
Y'see, for all his accolades, for all his accomplishments in all these minor-league companies around the world, Bryan Danielson... ain't always been so successful. Believe it or not, that man in the ring right now... he's been here before. You were in the WWE before, weren't ya' Bryan?
A curious look is on Helms’ face as he waits for a response, but Danielson looks as confused as the fans are…
Yeah that’s right. About seven years ago, you had a developmental contract with the WWE. Infact, you even wrestled a few times on shows like Heat and Velocity. Hell, you even wrestled John Cena before he became a household name! But… you just didn’t quite make the cut, did ya’ Bryan?
Again Helms looks at Bryan for some kind of answer, and he appears to get it as Danielson turns away, narrowing his brow in a sign of anger…
No, no… you got released, kicked to the kerb like the piece o’ trash you really are! All this talk about what you did in Japan, all the championships you won, all the highlight reels on YouTube… It was never what you wanted. As far as you were concerned, all the fame in the indies… that was all second place. It was failure. It wasn’t what you wanted.
Danielson now leans against the ropes, his head bowed down ever so slightly, a devilish smirk etched on Helms’ face…
You didn’t wanna be wrestlin’ infront of 20 people in a high school gym, you wanted to be here in the WWE, wrestlin’ infront of thousands of people. You wanted to be Cruiserweight Champion! You wanted… to be me
, didn’t ya’ Bryan?
A good amount of heat for that last comment, with Danielson shaking his head in disagreement…
And that’s when it all made sense. That’s why you’re still chasin’ me and this title, ain’t it? It’s nothin’ but pure, ol’ fashioned jealousy!
More heat, but Helms presses on, determined to prove his point…
You like to play the indie darlin’ card, you like to point out where you came from, but it’s nothin’ but a pack o’ lies. You ain’t nothin’ but a fraud!
Becoming more animated, Helms again turns to fans, pointing at them…
And these people, they lap it up. They love it! They love hearin’ about how you travelled the world, honed your skills, perfected your craft, and it’s all a bunch o’ crap! And here I am, puttin’ together the greatest title reign this company has ever seen, bringin’ back prestige and honour to the title, and I still don’t get the respect I deserve!
Helms is fuming, shouting into the mic, his face shaking in anger…
I’ve spent the last four hundred and forty seven days puttin’ this title back on the map, I put the pride back in this division, I beat everybody put infront o’ me, and what do I get for it? An internet phoney, a minor league fraud for a challenger, and I beat your ass TWICE too!
Pausing to compose himself, Helms gives Danielson a look of disgust, while Bryan narrows his eyes, seething at what he’s hearing…
Ever since you got here, you’ve done nothin’ but lie to these fans. You ain’t a guy who travelled the world to become a better wrestler. You’re a guy who travelled the world… because you’re a WWE reject.
And now that I know all this… I ain’t even gonna give you the time o’ day. You, Bryan Danielson… are beneath me.
That one seems to strike a chord, as it’s Bryan who’s now shaking in anger as he grits his teeth…
Y’know, after what you did to me last week, I was willin’ to give you a title shot if it meant I could get a chance to kick your ass one more time. But now? I ain’t steppin’ into a ring with you ever
Helms makes sure to emphasis his words by pointing at the ring, letting them sink in as he waits to carry on…
Teddy Long told me he was bringin’ in the best in the world to finally give me a challenge. But all I got… was you
. Teddy Long lied to me… and you lied to me too.
Bryan rolls his eyes in frustration, with Helms shaking his head as he methodically delivers his final line…
I don’t owe you a title shot… you owe me… an apology
A chilling way to end things as Helms goes silent, the only sound being heard is the boos of the crowd. Helms stares at the ring, smirk on his face, feeling pleased with himself and what he’s had to say. In the ring, Danielson’s eyes pierce the camera lens, a look of rage in his face as he struggles to come to terms with the sheer nerve of what Helms has said. Helms continues to stare, before he shakes his head, almost in disappointment, before he turns and heads backstage, leaving Danielson in the ring, the crowd still booing as we head to a commercial.
A black screen fills the frame, as the opening chords of ‘Booyaka 619’ begin to play. As the music starts to grow, we fade into a match from the July 8th, 1996 episode of Monday Nitro, where Rey Mysterio hits a hurricanrana on Dean Malenko, hanging on tightly for the three count, with Tony Schiavone making the call...
”WE’VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!”
Narrator: For years he has defied the laws of gravity…
We now fade in on Halloween Havoc ’97, where Mysterio soars through the air, over the top rope, crashing down on Eddie Guerrero with a hurricanrana onto the concrete, with Bobby Heenan shouting...
”I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHIN’ LIKE THIS IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!”
Narrator: Fans across the world have marvelled at his feats of athleticism…
The June 5th, 2003 episode of Friday Night SmackDown, where Mysterio counters Matt Hardy’s Twist of Fate into a bridging pin, becoming Cruiserweight Champion once more before we see Rey celebrate with his family as Michael Cole screams…
”MYSTERIO’S THE CHAMPION! MYSTERIO WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Narrator: He was always the ultimate underdog…
SummerSlam 2005, where Mysterio and Guerrero battle once more, this time in a Ladder Match, with Rey emerging victorious as Tazz yells…
”THE FIGHT IN THIS GUY IS UNBELIEVABLE!”
Narrator: Until he climbed to the very pinnacle of sports entertainment…
And finally WrestleMania XXII, where Rey hits the 619 then hits the West Coast Pop on Randy Orton, winning the World Heavyweight Championship and paying tribute to his late friend, Eddie Guerrero, with Cole again making the call…
”DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!”
Narrator: And now, Rey Mysterio…
We cut to a darkened wrestling ring, where Mysterio stands, his back to us, his shaved head glistening in the light as he holds his mask in his hands, raising it above his head…
Narrator: Is returning to…
Mysterio slips on the mask, the camera rapidly zooming in for a close up just as Mysterio turns…
Narrator: Friday Night SmackDown!
And we see Mysterio staring into the camera, his eyes as green as the mask adorning his face, before we fade into the following graphic…
"REY MYSTERIO - RETURNING SOON TO FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN!"
*End Video Package*
We’re back, and it’s to the sight of a smiling Kristal Marshall, ready to conduct an interview…
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Friday Night SmackDown. And please welcome my guest at this time, 'The Rated-R Superstar'... Edge.
A strong level of heat as Edge steps into the frame, an indifferent look on his face, clearly not to happy about being interview right now...
Edge, last week, you took part in a Triple Threat Match to determine who would face Batista for the World Heavyweight Championship tonight on SmackDown. Chris Benoit won that match, only for you to hit him with a one man con-chair-to, ruling him out of competing tonight. Edge, how can you justify such an assault?
Edge looks shocked, taken aback and almost offended by the question...
Justification? You want me to justify my actions last week? How about the fact that just like at WrestleMania, I got screwed outta another victory 'cause of an incompetent referee?! Is that enough justification?
Edge takes a few steps towards Kristal, causing the interviewer to cower slightly in fear...
I shouldn't have even been in that match last week, I should've been the champion two damn weeks ago!
Edge claws at his hair, pausing in an effort to compose himself...
I got screwed at WrestleMania, and I got screwed again last week, and I'm startin' to get really pissed off about it! Chris Benoit, he just happened to be the unlucky one who took advantage of my misfortune.
A sneer crosses Edge’s face, which draws heat from inside the arena...
It didn't matter to me if it was Benoit or Kennedy who won, I wasn't lettin' the winner leave the ring on their own two feet last week. That title shot was never Chris Benoit's... it was mine
. I earned it. The question shouldn't be how do I justify my actions... the question should be, how does Chris Benoit look himself in the eye after he stole my title shot last week? Although...
Edge stops, laughing to himself...
I guess after what I did to him... he was too out of it to look at anythin'.
Another laugh from Edge, at which Kristal shakes her head in disgust, before she pulls the mic away to ask a follow up question...
Well, Edge, tonight you get another opportunity to become number one contender when you and Mr. Kennedy face each other, the winner taking on Batista next week in London, England.
Nodding along, Edge interjects to answer quickly...
Yeah, and tonight's when I set straight the travesty that happened last week. I don't have any problem in particular with Kennedy... I just know that I've been screwed outta the World Heavyweight Championship so many times now... that I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Turning to the camera, a serious demeanour crosses Edge’s face...
So Kennedy, you should consider yourself lucky you didn’t win last week and wind up in a hospital like Chris Benoit did. But this week... it’s just unlucky for you that you’ve gotta step into the ring... with me
Edge continues to stare down the camera, a eerie look in his eyes, before he finally decides to leave and walk off camera. Kristal watches Edge go, shaking her head once again, the camera focusing on her for a few seconds longer before we head back into the arena.
And we cut to see the rather sombre looking faces of our announce team...
Well, uh... certainly some rather strong words there from Edge ahead of his match tonight with Mr. Kennedy, the winner of that one’s gonna face Batista next week in the United Kingdom for the World Heavyweight Championship. And clearly, there was no remorse whatsoever from Edge with regards to his actions towards Chris Benoit last week.
I think Edge is a real piece o’ work, I don’t like the guy, and what I’m gettin’ sick and tired o’ hearin’ him whine and complain ‘cause of accidents involvin’ referees. I mean me and you both wrestled in that ring ‘JBL’, that kinda thing happens all the time, but it ain’t anybody’s fault. To use that as an excuse for what he did to Benoit? That’s a real gutless thing to do, man. The guy’s got no class whatsoever.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
The guy has a right to be mad, he’s been screwed outta the World Heavyweight Championship TWICE! Don’t sit there and tell me you wouldn’t be pissed off about that.
Hell yeah I’d be pissed off, but I wouldn’t go around smackin’ guys with con-chair-tos ‘cause of it!
Well it was Benoit who was on the receivin’ end last week, and folks after SmackDown went off the air, Chris Benoit was taken to a local medical facility in Baltimore and he underwent a series of tests. From what we understand, the diagnosis wasn’t good. Benoit suffered a severe concussion, one that’s ruled him out of action this week and for the foreseeable future. Um... what that means folks, when you combine it with Benoit’s recent talk about wanting to hang up the boots this summer... well, it means that Chris Benoit’s career could very well... be over. Uh, obviously at this point in time we don’t have anything official to confirm that... but it doesn’t look good.
And that’s a real shame if that’s how Benoit’s goin’-
Tazz is cut off as the music of Chavo Guerrero
blares out, with Chavo and Vickie Guerrero
stepping out and heading down to the ring. Chavo is dressed in jeans and a white shirt, clearly not ready to compete tonight, but both he and Vickie waste no time in striding down the aisle, a particularly angry look on Chavo's face...
Uh... well, that is of course Chavo Guerrero and his Aunt Vickie on their way down to the ring. But I don't believe we were scheduled to hear from Chavo tonight.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Last week Chavo told Rey Mysterio to stay home and retire, and I guess since we just saw that video of Rey's, that means he didn't listen 'im.
And I guess Chavo's got somethin' to say about it...
Indeed he does, as when the pair enter the ring, Vickie heads to the corner and calls for a microphone, snatching it out of Tony Chimel's grasp. Vickie then hands the mic over to Chavo, who waits for the crowd to settle down before speaking...
So... I guess from that video we all just saw, that little Rey Rey's still plannin' on comin' back to SmackDown.
Big pop for the impending return of Mysterio...
Yeah, yeah... you people love that, don't you? You can't wait to see Rey flyin' around the ring again. Well... if it's true, then I hate to be the one to break it to ya' Rey... but you're makin' a big... big
Chavo starts to pace back and forth across the canvas, while Vickie stands still, a look of admiration on her face...
Y'see, last summer when I took that steel chair and I smacked it off your skull and cost you the World Heavyweight Championship, I didn't do it 'cause I was jealous or anythin'.
Chavo shakes his head...
And then last October when I smashed a chair off your knee and tried to end you career... it wasn't 'cause I was scared of what you might do to me.
And now he wags a finger...
I did both those things... for revenge. Revenge for the crimes you committed against ma familia... my family... Los Guerreros. The most famous wrestlin' family in the whole world, the pioneers of lucha libre, the heroes of an entire nation... and you robbed us blind, Rey.
The fans boo as Chavo ruefully shakes his head...
Lemme give you people a history lesson. Y'see, The Guerrero's are the first family of wrestling in Mexico. My grandfather Gory Guerrero, my father Chavo Sr. my uncles Mando and Hector... they're like royalty down there. My family have won titles all over the world, Mexico, Europe, Japan, they won countless awards, but here in America... and especially here in the WWE... we never got the same opportunities. Sure, we mighta won tag titles and Intercontinental or United States Championships, but to be a real World Champion? That didn't happen for Los Guerreros.
A warm smile crosses Chavo's face as he turns to look at Vickie...
Until of course... my Uncle Eddie.
The mention of Eddie Guerrero draws a strong cheer from the fans, with both Chavo and Vickie nodding in agreement...
Eddie finally made it. He finally became a world champion, he brought the ultimate success to my family. The whole family was proud, Mexico celebrated, it was a great day to be a Guerrero. I know you remember it like it was yesterday, Vickie. The day a Guerrero finally conquered the world.
But of course, you all know what happened. Sadly at the end of that year... we lost Eddie. The royal family of lucha libre... lost it's crown jewel.
Chavo lowers his head, while Vickie takes a quick glance up to the heavens...
And we cried, we shed a lotta tears, we mourned... and then we did what he do best. We started livin' up to our name again. We fought... like warriors
The tone of Chavo's words become much more serious now...
And I vowed that I was gonna win the WWE Championship, I was gonna restore the family name, I was gonna dedicate it to the memory of Eddie. My family made it to the top, and I was gonna make sure we stayed there. Only... I never got the chance, did I Rey? No, it was you
who won the Royal Rumble, and it was you
who went to WrestleMania and became World Heavyweight Champion. And you had all these people behind you, you got all that support... off of my family name. You exploited my family in it's time of need... and you exploited Eddie's death.
Big time boos, to which Chavo responds with a sneer...
We sat at home, and we watched you dedicate match after match, title defence after title defence to Eddie's memory, and you had the nerve to think that's what Eddie wanted? It made me sick! It made all of us sick to our stomachs! You leached of my family, you used our name and our legacy for your own selfish greed, you used us to become a champion! And the whole time you were defending that title, I sat at home, and I knew deep down inside... it shoulda been me
Chavo points a finger firmly to his own chest, before he wildly turns and starts shouting at the crowd...
I shoulda been champion! I shoulda been the one fightin' in Eddie's name, I shoulda been the one fightin' for his legacy!
More boos, with Vickie trying to calm Chavo down, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder...
But instead... it was you, Rey Mysterio... the little guy with the big heart, cryin' his eyes out week after week for his best friend Eddie... and it was all lies. And if you don't believe me... ask Vickie.
Chavo hands the mic over to Vickie, who gives Chavo's arm a quick rub, mouthing “Thank you.” as her nephew steps away...
I hope you can hear me when I say this, Rey. I've known you a long time, from way back when you and Eddie used to compete in WCW. Eddie, me, you and your wife Angie, we all used to be such good friends. We'd go to dinner together, we'd hang out, and you and Eddie were such good friends. And of course, Chavo was there too. And so was Dean Malenko, Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, I remember those days so fondly.
Vickie smiles as she reminisces...
Eddie loved it when you were all together. Even though it was only Eddie and Chavo who were related, I know they treated you all like family. Like adopted members of the Guerrero wrestling family. At least... that's how is used to be. That's how it was before you changed, Rey. That's how it was... before you resented
Eddie and his success.
And again heat from the crowd, with Vickie's face now etched in anger...
Eddie became a world champion, just like Jericho and Benoit, and you couldn't stand it!
Vickie shrieks as she becomes more animated, the crowd loudly booing her...
And when Eddie realised that, he couldn't stand being around you. That's why he challenged you to that match at WrestleMania XXI, that's why he walked out on your tag team, that's why he wanted custody of your son Dominick, 'cause he knew you were jealous of him and his success! You wanna know the truth Rey? When Eddie died, he didn't like you... Eddie hated
you. And I know that your title run last year, the title run you had on the back of the Guerrero name... it would have made him as sick as all of us felt when we had to watch it.
With one final sneer into the camera, Vickie now hands the mic back to Chavo, who stares out into the crowd as they shower the ring with heat...
And that's the reason why I took you out, Rey. That's the reason I tried to end your career. And last week, that was the reason why I warned you to stay away. The Guerrero family... hates – your – guts! And that's why you oughta call it a day, and hang up your mask, esse.
Chavo smirks on that last comment...
But, since that video means you're still dead set on makin' it back... you leave me no choice. I'm challenging you to a match at Judgment Day. You and me... Last... Man... Standing.
The crowd gasp and then cheer at the prospect of Chavo and Rey meeting with such a stipulation...
I'm gonna snap that knee of yours all over again... and I'm gonna leave you laying in a pool of your own blood... and I'm gonna end your career once and for all... like I shoulda done last time.
Vickie now steps forward, she and Chavo right next to each other as they stare into the camera...
And when I do... I'm gonna dedicate it... to the memory... of my late Uncle Eddie.
Another strong outpouring of heat, the camera closing in on Chavo and Vickie, the pair having made their intentions very clear tonight...
What an absolutely disgusting
display from these two. I honestly can't believe I just heard that. Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio were great friends right 'til the end. Sure they had their differences over the duration of their careers, but I know for a fact Eddie and Rey had a great friendship together.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
You're tellin' me you disagree with the man's wife? With the guy's own family? Who knew Eddie better than Vickie and Chavo? If they say that's how Eddie really felt, then I believe 'em.
I don't know man, that seemed pretty out there if ya' ask me. And I don't think for one second Rey betrayed the Guerrero name of family last year. We won that championship fair and square, and they he showed some real class in dedicating the victory to Eddie. Chavo's just bitter and jealous 'cause it wasn't him.
But I guess now we know where and when Rey Mysterio will make his return to action. It's gonna be Judgment Day, and a Last Man Standing Match with Chavo.
Chavo and Vickie are now heading up the aisle, a mix of Chavo's music and the loud boos of the crowd filling the air, but the pair of Guerrero's look unmoved and full of conviction in what they just said as we head for a commercial.
We're back with something to lighten the mood, as we see Funaki
standing by, microphone in hand, ready for another interview...
Hai! I am Funaki, SmackDown Numbah One Announceah. Hai! And please welcome, Funaki guest... Mistah Kennedy.
A very loud and very mixed reaction as Mr. Kennedy steps into the shot, at least until the boos take over. Kennedy rubs his jaw as he looks Funaki up an down, a look of disgust and bewilderment on his face...
Mistah Kennedy, last week, you and Edge face Chris Benoit in Triple Threat Match. Benoit, he beat you, but Edge is bad loser, hits chairs of Benoit's head. Tonight, you and Edge face each other. What's – up – with – 'dat?
On commentary, 'JBL' is heard saying “How the hell does this idiot still have a job?” as Cole laughs, while Kennedy just can't believe what's going on...
What? I mean... what is this? What are you doin’ here? And who the hell gave you a microphone?
I don’t know. But Funaki better with mic than you are!
A small pop from inside the arena is heard, with Kennedy stunned, offended...
Oh ho ho! Really?
Funaki nods firmly...
You weren’t so good with a mic when I smacked off your head a couple o’ months ago, were ya’? Infact, if I remember right, you-
Kennedy puts on the breaks as he senses somebody behind him, both he and the camera turning to reveal... it’s The Full Blooded Italians? That's right, Santino Marella had led the troops onto the interview set, Big Vito, Tony Mamaluke and Nunzio trying their best to be intimidating, while Trinity hangs on Santino's arm...
Excuse-ah me Kennedy, me and-ah Funaki have some business to-ah discuss.
Kennedy stares in disbelief at Santino, and then at Funaki before he finally shakes his head and decides to give up...
I don’t- I don’t need this. I’m outta here. Why don’t you interview ‘The Italian Stallion’ here, Samurai Sam? Unbelievable...
Barging past The F.B.I., Kennedy continues to shake his head and is heard saying…
Damn freak show...
As he heads off camera, drawing a few laughs from inside the arena. Santino meanwhile has stepped forward, going nose to nose with Funaki, neither man backing down...
I bet-ah you thought it was-ah really funny last-ah week when I, 'de great Santino Marella, lost to that monster Kane? I bet-ah you laughed with your friend little Jimmy?
Funaki s......s and points, nodding in agreement…
Well... it's not-ah funny! It is 'de greatest outrage of all 'de times! You and your-ah smart mouth, you don't-ah impress me. And neither does-ah Kane! But... we will-ah deal with him later. As for you and your friend Jimmy... we deal-ah with you two next week.
Marella takes a few steps forward, nose to nose with Funaki…
We challenge you to-ah match. You and Jimmy, against-ah Tony and Nunzio. Capisci?
In the background, Nunzio gives Funaki a double chin flick, while Tony cracks his knuckles…
Hai. Funaki and Jimmy be there.
Santino laughs, confident of a victory for his team next week…
Good! Now, you get outta ‘de way. We have-ah business to take care off. A certain ‘Big Red-Ah Monster’ is about to wind up swimming with the fishes!
Marella now steps forward, barging shoulders with Funaki, leading the rest of The F.B.I. off screen, with Vito staring intimidatingly at ‘Naki for a few seconds before he too leaves, with Funaki watching them go, a look of anger on his face as we cut elsewhere.
And it’s to the trainer’s room we go to see the WWE Tag Team Champions The Hooligans are in attendance. Paul London sits on the trainer’s table, the doc twisting and bending his knee, clearly giving London some kind of check-up. Nearby, a worried looking Ashley Massaro stands with her hands in a prayer position, hoping to hear good news about London’s damaged knee, while a rather lackadaisical looking Brian Kendrick leans against the wall, checking something on his cell phone, his eyes lifting off the screen for a few seconds to check how London is doing, before they quickly dart back down again…
So… what’s the diagnosis, doc? How’s it lookin’?
The doctor performs a few more twists and flexes, and generally looks happy with what he’s seeing…
Yeah, I think it looks fine. You should be good to go by next Friday.
Ashley lets out a squeak of happiness, while Kendrick barely acknowledges the news…
Oh Paul, that’s great news! Isn’t it Brian?
Caught by surprise, Kendrick’s lifts his head up from his phone…
What? Oh yeah, yeah… great news. About time, huh Paul?
Kendrick snaps his phone shut and places it in his pocket, stepping towards his partner, who gives him a rather confused look…
What do you… what do you mean about time?
Kendrick shrugs his shoulders…
Oh y’know, it’s just you’ve had this knee injury for what seems like forever, it’s about time that you finally got the all clear. Y’know?
London continues to look confused, he and Ashley turning to each other with similar expressions…
And besides, we need you healthy again to take on The New Breed. I mean, I can’t carry this team by myself forever, so you gotta get back to how you used to be.
Kendrick gives London a reassuring pat on the back, although London still looks rather pessimistic…
Uh… yeah. Alright. I’ll be back next week, good as ever.
Kendrick barely reacts, again giving a little shrug of the shoulders…
Good, good. Uh, listen… I’m gonna take off. I got a date tonight and I don’t wanna be late.
Kendrick doesn’t wait for a response as he’s already heading towards the door, but Ashley calls after him…
You’re not staying to see the rest of the show?
Kendrick shakes his head at Ashley, feeling there’s nothing wrong in him leaving early…
Nah, I mean I already seen Burke and Brown get their asses kicked, and Paulie here checks out OK, so I don’t really have anythin’ to stick around for. You two don’t mind, do ya’?
Clearly Ashley does mind, but London decides to answer for both of them…
Uh… no. No, I guess not.
Kendrick smiles and grabs the door handle…
Cool. I’ll see you next week. Gimme a call sometime durin’ the week, yeah Paul? Maybe we’ll see if we can fit in some practice. See ya’.
And with that, Kendrick makes his exit, not looking back for a second, leaving behind a perplexed looking London, while Ashley looks pretty annoyed by Kendrick’s attitude…
What’s got into him lately? I mean, after the match two weeks ago, I had practically force him to come over and celebrate with us. And now this?
London lets out a deep breath, thinking over his partner’s actions, but clearly trying to remain positive by playing things down…
I dunno. I’m sure it’s nothin’. Here, help me up. Let’s get outta here.
Offering her hand, Ashley helps London back off the table and onto his feet, taking a few seconds to find his feet and shake his knee loose, before the two head off, the shot now heading back into the arena.
Where we hear…
A nice pop ushers in the appearance of Kane
as ‘The Big Red Machine’ strides down to the ring, tugging at his elbow pad, before he reaches up, pulls himself onto the apron, steps over the top rope then heads for the centre of the ring where he sets off a burst of pyro from the ringposts…
Great news to hear that Paul London is gonna be back, 100% next week. Although, I kinda thought Brian Kendrick woulda been happier to hear his teammate was finally on the mend.
Yeah, that was kinda strange from Kendrick. He seemed so laid back, so lackadaisical, I thought he’d be delighted to see London on the mend.
I’m sure Kendrick really is happy for his teammate, he’s probably just bein’ a little bit rserved right now. But here comes Kane, a man who since he competed in the Money in the Bank Ladder Match at WrestleMania, is startin’ to build a little bit of momentum. He’s beat King Booker, last week it was Santino Marella, let’s see if Kane can make it three in a row against ‘MVP’ tonight.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
He’s been on a hot streak, pardon the pun, but I don’t see if goin’ any further once he steps into the ring with ‘MVP’. Kane might be big and tough, but ‘MVP’ is goin’ into this one with a real chip on his shoulder.
”ONE... TWO... YOU HEAR THE CLOCK TICKIN’...”
The inflatable tunnel is out once more, with Montel Vontavious Porter
bursting out of it, bling swinging back and forth from his neck, before ‘MVP’ crouches down, slaps the floor then sets off a flash of pyro, before he snaps off his sunglasses then heads down the aisle…
You mentioned the chip on his shoulder ‘JBL’, and indeed ‘MVP’ feels he’s been slighted by not bein’ in a match since WrestleMania where he tangled with Kane during the Money in the Bank Match.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
And he’s absolutely right to think so. He’s the highest paid free agent in SmackDown history, this guy should be front and centre every week for me. He’s gonna take out all that frustration on Kane right here, and people are gonna be payin’ him the attention he deserves again.
I just hope he’s focused on Kane and not on this partnership idea he’s tryin’ to push on King Booker. If ‘MVP’ wants to be King of the Ring, then go out and earn it yourself, stop tryin’ to team up with guys. Maybe Kane’ll knock some sense into ‘im right now…
Kane vs. Montel Vontavious Porter
Determined to prove a point, 'MVP' goes on the attack early on, working into a standing waistlock... but when he tries to take Kane off his feet, Kane stands his ground... then slowly pries open the hands, grabs 'MVP' by the wrist... and hammers him with a short arm clothesline! 'MVP' scrambles to the corner, where Kane unloads with thrusts to the throat, then goes for the Irish whip across... and follows in for a corner clothesline! Kane backs away as 'MVP' stumbles out... into a sidewalk slam! 'MVP' is planted, Kane hooks the leg... 1... 2... 'MVP' kicks out. Kane stays on the attack with more shots to the throat,before he scoops 'MVP' up then slams him to the mat. Kane stands tall, waiting for 'MVP' to sit up, prompting Kane to come off the ropes... low angle dropkick! Here's another cover... but again 'MVP' kicks out at 2. 'MVP' scrambles to the corner, allowing him to kick out at Kane as he advances, 'MVP' finally managing to score some offense. 'MVP' looks to take advantage of this as he drills Kane with right hands in the corner, then boots to the midsection. Pulling Kane to the side of the ring, 'MVP' goes for an Irish whip off the opposite ropes... but Kane reverses... then sends 'MVP' flying with a big back body drop! 'MVP' is reeling as Kane moves back in, rocking him with more shots to the throat, before he fires 'MVP' off the ropes... into a big boot to the face! 'MVP' is down, and now Kane heads through the ropes and starts to climb upstairs... but 'MVP' dives for the ropes... causing Kane to lose balance... crotching himself on the top turnbuckle!
A painful landing for Kane, and 'MVP' wastes no time in taking advantage, climbing up to the second rope, smacking Kane with a few right hands, before he hooks him up... then nails a SUPERPLEX! Quickly crawls and rolls Kane over... 1... 2... Kane powers out. 'MVP' now looks to build some offence, snatching Kane into a facelock and repeatedly driving his knee into Kane’s skull. With Kane down on one knee, 'MVP' turns and charges off the ropes... to catch Kane with a snap DDT! Another pinfall attempt... but again Kane kicks out at 2. 'MVP' is in control now, shoving Kane into the corner, where he strikes with repeated kicks to the midsection. 'MVP' then backs away, and races in... and damn near takes Kane’s head off with a running big boot! Kane’s head snaps back violently, then he stumbles to the mat, with 'MVP' rolling him over once more... 1... 2... Kane kicks out! 'MVP' is in control now, and he continues to rack up the near falls, coming close to victory with a release German suplex and a facebreaker knee smash. With Kane struggling to get back to his feet, he's easy pickings as 'MVP' tees off with well placed right hands, then shows impressive strength to take Kane up and down with a scoop slam. With Kane down, 'MVP' has all day to line Kane up, taunt the crowd, then come off the ropes... for the BALLIN' ELBOW... Kane rolls to safety!
Kane avoids the big elbow, with 'MVP' taking too long to deliver the move. Both struggle to get back up, but it's 'MVP' who beats Kane to the punch... Kane fires back with a shot to the throat! 'MVP' strikes again... Kane fires back! Again Kane connects... and again... and again... before he goes for the Irish whip... 'MVP' reverses... but he lowers his head... running DDT! Kane plants 'MVP', but the damage he's suffered in the match means he's unable to take advantage. 'MVP' crawls to the corner, but Kane moves in, landing more shots to the throat, before he fires 'MVP' across... corner clothesline! 'MVP' is on dream street, legs like rubber, as Kane fires him off the ropes... into a high impact tilt-a-whirl slam! Instead of going for the cover, Kane once more heads outside and climbs upstairs... FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Kane is on fire, and now he stands in the corner, hand cocked in the air, waiting for 'MVP' to stumble up... but a comotion is heard from the crowd... as racing down the aisle... are The Full Blooded Italians! The crowd boos loudly as Santino Marella waves his troops down to the ring, with Big Vito jumping up onto the apron... big boot sends Vito flying to the floor! Nunzio and Tony Mamaluke both head for the top rope... but as they fly... Kane catches them both in goozles... DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! Santino can't believe it as his squad is decimated, and when Kane fires him an angry look, Santino backs away... but here comes 'MVP' from behind... kick to the midsection... and now the PLAYMAKER... NO! Kane counters, breaking free... then he snatches 'MVP' with a goozle... CHOKESLAM! Kane is absolutely dominant as he plants 'MVP', drops down to get the 1... 2... 3!
Winner: Kane @ 06.57
Another impressive victory for Kane as he puts ‘MVP’ away, standing back up to his feet, a sick smile on his face as he looks down on the fallen ‘MVP’. Kane raises his hands in the air, setting off another explosion from the corners of the ring, which causes Santino to turn and run backstage. Kane then heads outside, looking down and laughing at the bodies of The F.B.I. strewn around ringside, before he heads up the aisle and we go to a commercial.
We return and head once more to the office of Teddy Long
, the SmackDown General Manager already engaged in a conversation with Matt Hardy
, the sight of the United States Champion drawing a big time cheer from inside the arena, with the pair laughing with each other as they speak…
…nah, I mean I liked it playa, I liked it a lot. You and Batista sure put those two in their places, and I appreciate the help.
Hardy smiles, shrugging his shoulder, clearly happy to help…
Oh hey, don’t mention it. Happy to do it.
A knock on the door is heard, with both Teddy and Matt sighing, Teddy robbing his forehead anxiously…
Well you and Batista helped me take care of one problem tonight… and now I’m gonna take care of another one. Come in!
Off camera, the door swings open, and after a few seconds, Finlay enters the frame to a strong level of heat. Flashing a toothy smirk, Finlay swaggers towards Hardy and Teddy, his shillelagh clearly in hand…
Finlay… nice of you to join us playa.
Finlay doesn’t pay much attention to Teddy, his eyes instead locked in on Hardy’s, the two staring each other down, until finally Finlay turns towards the General Manager…
Why don’t we save the pleasantries and just get straight to it? What’s this all about? And what’s he
To emphasis his point, Finlay sticks the shillelagh straight in Hardy’s face…
Lemme tell ya’ what it’s all about playa. See, the last few weeks, I’ve seen a lotta chaos on this show. There’s a lotta guys runnin’ around, jumpin’ people from behind, sneak attacks… and hittin’ people with weapons. And I ain’t puttin’ up wit’ it no more.
Teddy brings his hand forward, moving the shillelagh away from Matt’s face, causing Finlay to turn and glare at him…
So I’m gonna make you put up or shut up, Finlay. You want your rematch for the United States Championship? Then I’m gonna give it to ya’… next week, from London, England, on Friday Night SmackDown.
Pop from inside the arena, with a smile on both men’s faces as they nod in agreement…
I just wanted to make sure the two of ya’ heard it straight from me. Next week, you two settle it once and for all, and that’s the end of it. Understand?
Again both men nod, Finlay smirking in Hardy’s face, clearly confident of victory next week…
Alright. Well, I’m glad that’s-
Hold on Teddy. I got somethin’ I wanna say.
Finlay looks on, intrigued…
Y’know, in the run up to WrestleMania, I got hit by that damn shillelagh so many times, I lost count. I’ll give to ya’ Finlay , you’re one tough guy. But if you really wanna settle this… and if you really
wanna take away my title… then I say next week, you and me…
Hardy pauses, having a little laugh to himself…
Well, let’s just say seein’ as we’re gonna be in England, and Northern Ireland’s just across the sea… why don’t we have one of those Belfast Brawls you seem to enjoy so much?
Another major pop from inside the arena, but Teddy reacts with shock, not happy with Hardy’s announcement…
Hey, now wait a minute Matt. You don’t have to play his games, you don’t have to do that.
Despite his pleas, Hardy continues to look at Finlay with confidence, convinced he wants the hardnosed match as much as Finlay does…
No, no… I want to. So, what d’ya say tough guy? You and me… Belfast Brawl? You in or you out?
Looking almost taken aback, Finlay pauses, laughing, before he composes himself and rubs his jaw…
I must’ve cracked this shillelagh of your skull one time too many… ‘cause you’ve lost your damn mind. Aye… I’ll give ya’ a Belfast Brawl. But in the United Kingdom… that’s my turf. And I’m takin’ back my title…
And now once again Finlay hoists up his trusty weapon…
And there’s gonna be nothin’ ta’ stop me cavin’ your head in… with this
Hardy remains stony faced, his expression unchanged, defiant in the face of Finlay’s smugness…
Alright Finlay, that’s enough. You better get outta here… your match is up next.
Finlay has one last chuckle and points the shillelagh at Hardy one more time, before he turns and exits the room, a fire burning in Hardy’s eyes as he watches Finlay go. Off camera, the door is heard to open and shut, and once Finlay has left the room, Teddy exhales again and turns towards Matt with a concerned expression…
You sure about this playa? You ain’t gotta do this to prove a point or nothin’.
Hardy thinks it over, but appears sure of himself…
No… no, I’m gonna end this with him once and for all. And I’m gonna beat ‘im at his own game to do it.
Hardy ends the segment strongly, a loud pop from inside the arena for that last statement. Hardy now moves to make his exit, Teddy giving Matt a pat on the shoulder as he goes, a broad smile on the face of the G.M. as he watches the United States Champion leave, while we cut elsewhere.
And it’s to a backstage corridor where we see Montel Vontavious Porter slowly walking along, limping, grabbing the back of his neck, sweating and breathing heavily, clearly still feeling the effects of his match with Kane before the commercial break. As ‘MVP’ shuffles along painfully, he suddenly comes to a stop, let’s out a sigh, and brings his hands to the back of his head in exasperation. The camera pans… and reveals King Booker and Queen Sharmell stood in his path. Booker now steps towards ‘MVP’, letting out a sarcastic laugh and round of applause…
Bravo, Montel! Bravo! A fine performance from yourself. Even with the help of those Italian peasants, you still suffered defeat! Ha ha! Bravo!
More sarcastic applause from Booker, much to the chagrin of 'MVP'...
And yet for some reason, you think it is I
, your King, King Booker... who needs your help in the King of the Ring tournament? After that display against Kane, tell me Montel... why would I require help like that?
'MVP’ angrily shakes Booker off, before he snaps and steps in Booker's face...
Montel Vontavious Porter:
'Ey man, shut up! You didn't do that any better when you faced Kane a couple o' weeks ago. Y'know what? Fine. I'm done wit' you. You do you're own thing in the King of the Ring, see if I care. Yo' ass is probably goin' out in the first round anyway.
Nostrils flaring and eyes wide open, Booker appears seriously offended by that last comment...
How dare you. How dare you speak to your King like that! You should be on your hands and knees, begging for thy help!
'MVP' decides he's had enough, waving a hand at Booker and heading to leave...
Montel Vontavious Porter:
Ah forget it. I'm outta-
Suddenly confusion is on everyone's face as the squeaking of a wheel is heard. Eyes dart all over the place trying to find out where the squeak is coming from, until 'MVP' and the camera look over his shoulder... and we see Jonathan Coachman wheeling along a mop and bucket! It's a comical sight as 'Coach' trudges along the corridor, dressed in overalls to protect his fancy suit, sweat on his brow, dirt on his face, clearly having done as asked of him by Teddy Long and cleaned the bathrooms within the arena...
Aw man... I am spent. Hey guys, what's goin' on?
Booker, Sharmell and even 'MVP' look on with ridiculous looks of disgust on their faces, not quite sure they believe what they're seeing right now...
What... on earth... happened... to you?
Sheepishly, ‘Coach’ looks down at his tatty and stained overalls, and wipes away the sweat from his brow, which only manages to smear more dirt onto his face...
Well, y'know... I got fired last week, but Teddy Long said I could stick around for a while. I mean, this is just temporary, y'know? Just until I find somethin' better, somethin' more suited to my skills, like an executive position or somethin'.
Booker and ‘MVP’ both share a laugh over the situation, until Sharmell’s nose starts twitching, and sure enough, all three begin sniffing the air around them...
Montel Vontavious Porter:
Man... what the hell is that smell? Is that... is that you 'Coach'?
’MVP’ points his nose in Coachman’s direction, convinced that’s where the smell emanates, but ‘Coach’ protests his innocence...
What? No, no of course not!
But now Coachman decides to take a sniff of himself...
Well... maybe. But anyway, listen. I've got a great idea. You two can't seem to make up your mind whether or not you wanna team together. Well, I've got a great idea that could help both of you, and help me in the process. You two wanna team up? Well, I'm sure two big name, important superstars like yourself could use a manager... well?
With a broad smile and his arms out wide, Coachman appears to be offering his services...
But clearly ‘MVP’ and Booker are unimpressed as they look on with disgust once more...
Absolutely! I mean think about it, I know all about what goes on in the boardroom, I know insider knowledge that could help you two. I mean, think about it, you two, Sharmell, me... that's a dream team right there like no other! What d'ya say guys?
’MVP’ simply shakes his head in disbelief, Booker doing likewise...
Montel Vontavious Porter:
I think all those fumes from those cleanin' fluids went to yo' head 'Coach'!
And I think we've finally found something we agree on, Montel.
The pair share a quick smirk together, before they turn back to ‘Coach’...
Montel Vontavious Porter:
I mean look at ya' 'Coach'. You stink, you're dirty, you just got done cleanin' toilets... I don't want that for a manager. I'm outta here man.
’MVP’ pinches his nose as he makes his exit, with Booker also turning to leave in the opposite direction, but Coachman makes one last desperate plea...
Booker, if you could just-
Your King has spoken!
And with that, Booker swishes his robe and leaves, Sharmell taking one last look at ‘Coach’ and giving him a “Hmm-mm!” before she too makes her exit. Dejected, Coachman looks down at the ground for a few seconds, before suddenly an idea comes to him, perking him up with a look of determination...
Alright... alright, I'll show them. Where did I leave my cell phone?
’Coach’ pats the pockets of his overalls, but clearly can’t find his phone on his body. Undeterred, ‘Coach’ wheels the bucket away off camera, clearly now a man on a mission with an objective to achieve, although what that is we’ll have to wait to find out.
As we’re headed back into the arena for...
”MY NAME IS FINLAY... AND I LOVE TO FIGHT!”
Some real solid heat for the veteran Irishman Finlay
as he strides out into the arena, wasting no time in heading down the aisle to the ring, threatening the odd ringside fan with his shillelagh...
Just moments ago we found out that this man, Finlay, is set to have his rematch for the United States Championship next week on SmackDown from the United Kingdom! Finlay and Hardy, next week in a Belfast Brawl!
And what a show next week is linin' up to be! I mean, Backlash is just eight days away, but we're gonna beat those Raw guys to the punch next week. Not only the Belfast Brawl for the US Title, but Batista's gonna defend the World Heavyweight Championship too against either Edge or Mr. Kennedy! What a night it's gonna be!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Has Matt Hardy lost his mind or does he have a death wish or somethin'? He's gotta be crazy to challenge Finlay to a Belfast Brawl! I knew Hardy wouldn't have that title for long, but I didn't think it was gonna be over that
soon. Finlay's headin' back to the UK, and he's leavin' US Champion once again!
A pretty warm welcome as all three of The Extremists
step into the arena, even though it's only Tommy Dreamer
who is scheduled to compete tonight. Sabu
as always points to the heavens, while The Sandman
chugs a beer then smashes the can off his forehead, before the trio head down the aisle...
Tommy Dreamer, set for action here, and this is gonna be pretty stern test for Finlay. Few men could claim to be tougher than 'The Fighting Irishman', but I reckon Tommy Dreamer could be.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Yeah but there's toughness then there's that ability to brawl and fight your way outta any situation. Dreamer ain't gonna be able to grab a trash can or a kendo stick here, and that's gonna be his downfall.
Hey man, don't sell Dreamer short. This guy can go, he can get mix it up in there and get technical with the best of 'em. I think if Finlay ain't careful, this one could easily be an upset...
Finlay vs. Tommy Dreamer w/ Sabu and The Sandman
As the bell rings, both men circle the ring for a few seconds, before they come together for a stiff collar and elbow tie up. Both men struggle and jockey for position, until Finlay gains the upper hand, backing Dreamer to the corner. The referee steps in to call for the break, which Finlay provides... only to then smack Dreamer with a cheap elbow to the side of the head! Uppercuts to the head and right hands to the body follow, before Finlay sends Dreamer across the ring to the opposite corner and follows in... into a boot to the face! Dreamer now battles from the corner with rights and lefts, but Finlay throws a big right... that Dreamer ducks underneath... falling neckbreaker! Dreamer goes for an early cover... 1... 2... Finlay kicks out easily. Dreamer yanks Finlay back up and goes for a hammerlock, which he then twists into a standing side headlock. Finlay manages to shove Dreamer off the ropes... but Dreamer runs him over with a shoulderblock... and then follows up with an elbow drop! Another cover... another kick out at two by Finlay. Dreamer is in control, and he looks to stay that way as he hauls Finlay up, again striking with rights and lefts, backing Finlay to the corner, before the Irish whip across... Finlay hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles forward... right into a hiptoss! Dreamer now pushes himself up to the second rope... and goes for an elbow drop... but Finlay rolls to safety... and Dreamer crashes to the mat! It’s a painful landing for Dreamer, and Finlay wastes no time in taking advantage, smacking Dreamer with a flurry of boots to the chest, right hands to the face, before a trio of knee drops to the ribs leave their mark.
Finlay now looks to take control as he shoves Dreamer to the corner, driving repeated shoulder thrusts to the gut, before he takes Dreamer up and down with a backbreaker. Finlay focuses his attack on the midsection, doing damage by taking Dreamer up for a gutbuster, and following this with a seated senton for a near fall. Well in control, Finlay even has time to throw some trash talk at Sandman and Sabu, before he goes back to work with a double foot stomp. Fists and elbows continue to land on the ribs, with Finlay then looking to wear Dreamer down by locking on a bow and arrow stretch, driving his knee into the ribs as he does so. Dreamer groans in pain, in a world of hurt, but after a while, Sabu and Sandman manage to rally the crowd, with Dreamer managing to break free by throwing wild fists to the forehead. Finlay stumbles away, both men staggering to their feet, with Dreamer striking first, right after right to face, before he fires Finlay to the corner and follows in... Finlay sidesteps... Dreamer crashes sternum first into the turnbuckle! He then stumbles out, and Finlay is waiting... to scoop him up... ROLLING HILLS! Dreamer is planted, and Finlay hooks the leg... 1... 2... Dreamer gets the shoulder up!
Finlay is incensed, sure he had victory wrapped up, but Dreamer stays alive. Sensing he has to wear Dreamer down further, Finlay goes right back to the submission holds, this time going for a pendulum backbreaker, pushing down on the chin and legs, contorting Dreamer’s body across his knee. Again Dreamer cries out in pain, but Finlay is unrelenting, even screaming at Dreamer to give up, but Dreamer stays strong, Sandman and Sabu once again getting the crowd to offer some encouragement. Dreamer tries to pry free the hands on his chin, but it’s no use, so instead he starts swinging his legs... knee connects to the side of Finlay’s head... and another... and a third finally breaks the hold! Both men crawl to the ropes, pulling themselves up, but Finlay quickly grabs Dreamer and goes for a short arm clothesline... Dreamer ducks underneath... inverted DDT! Dreamer plants Finlay, but he’s in too much pain to initially take advantage, until finally he crawls into the lateral press... 1... 2... Finlay kicks out. Dreamer now looks to build some offence, rocking Dreamer with rights and lefts, but again Finlay swings a right... Dreamer ducks... inverted atomic drop! Finlay stumbles away, but Dreamer grabs him, takes him up in side suplex position... but instead hangs him up in the tree of woe! Dreamer quickly heads for the opposite corner, screams “E – C – W!” before he races in... dropkick to the face! Finlay crashes to the canvas, and now he has Finlay in his sights, waiting for the veteran Irishman to rise before making his move... to hook Finlay up for the DREAMER DRIVER... NO! Finlay smacks an elbow to the face, then yanks Dreamer into the corner... shoulder first into the ringpost! Dreamer cries out in agony and stumbles backwards... and Finlay hooks him up... CELTIC CROSS!! Finlay emphatically plants Dreamer, and despite the pleas of The Sandman, he picks up the easy 1... 2... 3.
Winner: Finlay @ 05.49
A brave effort from Dreamer, but Finlay proves to be too much as he puts Dreamer away, relatively cleanly. Sabu and Sandman slide into the ring to check on their colleague, and after briefly teasing attacking them with his shillelagh, Finlay decides to leave it be, heading outside and then back up the aisle as we cut to a commercial.
And when we return, we head straight to a video package...
Just like last week, a hiss of static is heard, before the picture and sound return and we’re once again looking through a handheld camera. Stood in the concourse of the arena we see The Miz standing by, leaving us to once again assume Michelle McCool is holding the camera. Miz is surrounded by WWE fans, many of whom clamour to get themselves in the shot. Miz takes a quick glance around, a look of disgust on his face for having to be so near to common people, but he quickly shakes it off and brings the microphone to his mouth...
The Miz: I’m sure you’re all sat there at home in your crappy little apartments wondering… why? Why am I out here among these WWE fans here in New Orleans? Why have I lowered myself to level? Well… I’m gonna tell ya’, why.
Miz pauses, pursing his lips, choosing his words carefully…
The Miz: Y’see, I know that these people around me are… well, they’re idiots.
The camera takes a look at the fans, many of whom boo and shakes their heads…
The Miz: And that means their opinions mean… absolutely nothing. But… I was thinking. Since I won the WrestleMania XXIII Pre-Show Battle Royal, my popularity with these morons should be at an all-time high. So I’m out here among the people to conduct a little research. Call it a field test, to see just what these people think of me. So... let’s see if we can find somebody who represents the common man. An opinion that all these people are gonna agree with.
Miz scans the concourse, the camera doing likewise, before he settles on a teenage boy wearing a Batista t-shirt…
The Miz: You. C’mere kid, lemme ask ya’ somethin’.
The young man steps forward from the crowd…
The Miz: You’re like what, fifteen, sixteen? Came here with your Mom and Dad? Yeah, I figured. And y’know what that means, kid? That means you are exactly the kinda guy I’m lookin’ for. ‘Cause you’re nothin’ but a brainwashed product of the WWE system. I mean, I see ya’ got the Batista t-shirt on there. He one of your favourites?
The youngster nods in agreement, causing Miz to laugh…
The Miz: Yeah, I knew it. And I bet I can already guess what you’re answer to my next question is gonna be. So, when you here the phrase “the fastest rising star on SmackDown”, the guy who’s the next sure fire hit… what’s the first name that comes to mind?
The young man stops, thinking, before he answers…
Kid: Matt Hardy.
Miz shakes his head and laughs, a laugh-or-you’ll-cry situation for him, before he snaps out of it and stares angrily at the kid…
The Miz: Matt Hardy? Really? REALLY?
The young man turns his head away, almost afraid to look Miz in the eye…
The Miz: See that’s what’s wrong with WWE fans today. Matt Hardy is a nothing, a nobody, a product of the machine. He’s gotten the hype, he’s gotten the buzz, but he’s not a self-made star like me!
Miz scowls at the kid one more time before he turns back to the camera…
The Miz: He’s not a reality star like me. He’s not an a-lister like me. To you idiots he might be somethin’ special, but in the real world… he’s a nobody. And pretty soon… he’s gonna be a nobody… without the United States Championship. That title… is mine. Sooner or later, I’m gonna get my shot, and I’m gonna take that title away from him.
Miz now takes a slow walk, heading towards the top of the stairs down into the arena…
The Miz: And then maybe people… like these fans here… are gonna wake up and recognise that I’m headed straight for the top. I made a name for myself in Hollywood, and now I’ve made a name for myself in the WWE. But respect?
Miz shakes his head ruefully…
The Miz: I still don’t get the respect I deserve. But I will one day. The same day I’m gonna get that United States Championship. And y’know why I’m so sure these people are gonna be sayin’ my name real soon? ‘Cause I’m The Miz… and I’m…
Miz comes to a stop, taking a look over his shoulder, smirking at the fans, before he softly speaks...
The Miz: Awesome.
And finally, Michelle turns the camera on herself...
Michelle McCool: And don't you forget that.
And with a sinister sneer on the face of the Miz in the background, Michelle fumbles for the right button, until the image disappears and the static returns, signalling the end of the video.
*End Video Package*
And it’s backstage of the arena we go, where we see The Extremists are heading back to the locker room after the previous match, with Sabu and The Sandman helping Tommy Dreamer trudge his way along the corridor. As they move slowly towards a corner, a rather rushed Jonathan Coachman turns the corner and barges into them, much to Sandman’s annoyance. ‘Coach’, now without the overalls, has his phone pressed to his ear, in a world of his own until the contact of the collision causes him to snap back to reality...
Oh for... why don’t you idiots watch where you’re goin’? I’m tryin’ to make an important phone call here, I’m a very busy man, and I don’t need you three gettin’ in my way!
'Coach' adjusts the collar of his jacket and then fixes his tie, although he looks ridiculous due to still having dirt smeared across his face...
You’re the one who barged into- hey... wait a second... you smell that?
All three Extremists twitch their noses and sniff, with The Sandman even going as far as to sniff both his armpits, only to then shake his head...
It ain’t me.
Dreamer now points his nose towards Coachman, confirming his suspicions...
No, it's him! Why the hell do you smell so bad?
Sandman snaps open another beer can and takes a swig, with 'Coach' tutting and shaking his head, before he snaps back his answer...
I didn't have time to shower yet! Anyway, I'm busy, so get outta my way and let me-
Sandman spits beer all over Coachman! It's pretty disgusting, but it draws a loud laugh from inside the arena, the spray engulfing Coachman's face, beer dripping down his face onto his body, before 'Coach' finally wipes a hand to try clear his eyes, only for Sandman to lean in and sniff...
You smell a bit better now...
Dreamer and Sandman share a laugh together, before the extreme trio make their exit. 'Coach' fumes, again wiping his face, trying to dry himself off, a furious scowl on his face as he decides to go back to his conversation...
That does it. I've had enough of this...
’Coach’ brings the phone back to his ear, exasperated by all that’s happened to him tonight...
Listen, how soon can you be here (...) three weeks? That's perfect! (...) no, no, they'll be on-board once I tell them about you (...) that's great news (...) alright, three weeks (...) yeah. I'll see ya' then.
'Coach' pushes a button to end the phone call, and despite being covered in a disgusting mixture of dirt, sweat and beer, he manages to pull a knowing smirk to his face, clearly his phone call cheering him up somewhat, before he takes a quick look over both shoulders then walks off.
And we head to the interview set to hear from Josh Matthews...
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time... the World Heavyweight Champion... 'The Animal'... Batista!
A great ovation from inside the arena as Batista walks into the shot, now dressed in a smart-casual suit after competing earlier tonight. 'The Animal' gives Matthews a warm smile as he approaches, looking calm and confident, his title belt slung over his shoulder...
Batista, for the last few weeks, we've been searching for an opponent for you to defend your World Heavyweight Championship against. We all thought we had found one last week when Chris Benoit beat Edge and Mr. Kennedy to set up a match against you tonight... but of course, Edge's actions meant that match... never took place.
Batista purses his lips, pondering his response, a slight tinge of regret in his voice...
Y'know, I watched that match last week, fully prepared to take on whoever was the winner. Obviously, I wanted it to be Benoit. I've already faced Kennedy and Edge, and if ever a guy deserved a title shot, it was Chris. And y'know, I probably shoulda seen it comin'. When Edge grabbed those chairs, I tried to get out there as fast as I could, but Kennedy got in my way... and you all know what happened.
A rueful shake of the head from the champion...
Listen, I don't know if Chris Benoit is gonna make it back. He's had a great career, and I'd hate for it to end that way. I hope he makes it back, and when he does, he's first in line for a title shot from me.
Pop from inside the arena...
Well Batista, obviously we're still unsure as to the status of Chris Benoit. But tonight, we find out who will face you next week when SmackDown emanates from the London, England. It'll be either Edge or Mr. Kennedy, one on one with you for the World Heavyweight Championship. Your thoughts on that, and do you think Edge might try pull another stunt like last week if things don't go his way again?
Frustration and anger now crosses the face of ‘The Animal’...
You want my honest opinion on who my opponent should be next week? I really never thought you'd ever hear these words comin' outta my mouth but... I don't think Edge deserves to be anywhere near the title picture right now... so I'm goin' with Kennedy.
A mixed response from the fans, but Batista moves to justify his decision...
There was a bit o' controversy the last time we faced back at No Way Out. There was Edge stickin' his nose in, Ric Flair and Arn Anderson showed up to give Kennedy what he had comin' to 'im... hell, I say if Kennedy wins tonight, then we settle things without any doubts next week.
A slight smile on the face of Batista as he rubs his jaw, clearly pondering something...
As for Edge not pullin' any of his old stunts... y'know, that's given me an idea Josh. Maybe I oughta be out there for that matchup, just to keep an eye on Edge and make sure he doesn't try use a steel chair again. I mean, who better to keep Edge in line than me? And besides, it'll give me a chance to do a little scoutin' on my oppoenets. So I guess... I'll just have to join Michael Cole and the guys at the announce desk and do a little commentary.
Another loud pop from inside the arena...
Great idea Josh. Thanks a lot!
A hearty slap on the shoulder knocks Matthews off balance, but he regains his composure as Batista turns and heads off camera...
Uh... you're- you're welcome! Uh, Batista, ladies and gentlemen.
Still reeling from the shoulder slap, Matthews fixes his tie then rubs his arm, trying to regain the feeling, while we head for a video.
Our video opens at the King of the Ring ’96, where ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin stands victorious, delivering the interview that launched his main event career…
Narrator: It’s a night where future legends make their mark...
“AUSTIN 3:16 SAYS I JUST WHIPPED YOUR ASS!”
We now head back to King of the Ring ’93, where Bret Hart puts Bam Bam Bigelow away with the winning victory roll...
Narrator: A night where icons are created…
“I’M THE BEST THERE IS, THE BEST THERE WAS, AND THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE!”
King of the Ring ’01, where Edge puts Kurt Angle down with the Edgecution then crawls into the pin to get an emotional victory…
Narrator: A night when the stars of tomorrow shine bright...
“WELCOME TO THE ERA OF AWESOMENESS!”
And we now go to last year’s tournament final, where Booker T grabs the win over Bobby Lashley…
Narrator: A night to crown… a new king.
“BOW DOWN BEFORE YOUR KING!”
We now see flashing images of some of this year’s contenders, starting with Jeff Hardy, Montel Vontavious Porter, CM Punk and Matt Hardy…
Narrator: And this year, live on NBC, the WWE King of the Ring returns! It’s the one night Saturday Night’s Main Event spectacular where one man’s career is set to skyrocket!
More flashing images, this time it’s Bryan Danielson, Kenny Dykstra, Johnny Nitro and Mr. Kennedy…
Narrator: Eight men will battle to join the most exclusive of WWE clubs. Who will take King Booker’s crown and become the 2007 King of the Ring!?
Another round of flashing images, this time of former winners such as Steve Austin, Owen Hart, Edge, Bret Hart and King Booker…
Narrator: The King is dead…
More clips from last year, this time from Booker’s coronation ceremony, then a quick shot of him close to tears after his victory to clinch the World Heavyweight Championship…
“ALL HAIL KING BOO-KAH!”
”Long live… the King.”
"SATURDAY NIGHT’S MAIN EVENT – THREE HOUR KING OF THE RING SPECIAL – JUNE 2ND - LIVE ON NBC!"
*End Video Package*
We now cut back into the arena, more specifically to hear from the SmackDown announce team...
That’s right folks, the King of the Ring tournament is fast approaching, qualifying matches kick off in just ten days time, the night after Backlash! We know ten of the Monday Night Raw entrants, we already have six from Friday Night SmackDown, but I believe you have the next six names in your hand Tazz.
You know it! Alright, so the next six King of the Ring participants in the SmackDown half of the bracket are... we saw 'im earlier tonight, Tommy Dreamer's in, William Regal's in, BOTH halves of the WWE Tag Team Champions, Brian Kendrick and Paul London are in, somehow Santino Marella got in there, I guess he was bribin' people again... and how about this one? Bryan Danielson is gonna be in there too!
Certainly some big hitters, perhaps the biggest name of all in that list, Bryan Danielson. 'JBL, the King of the Ring has given so many break out stars their shot at the big time over the years, is Danielson the kinda guy who could go on and win the tournament this time around?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
That fraud? Are you kiddin' me!? How the hell did he even get entered? The guy don't even belong workin' here, Gregory Helms proved that clear as crystal earlier, and now he's in the King of the Ring? The whole tournament lost any credibility as soon as that liar got entered.
That's a bit drastic don't ya' think?
*I WALK ALONE...*
Before 'JBL' can answer, the arena erupts with a huge cheer as Batista
enters the arena, obviously as we've just heard, on his way down to the ring to provide commentary on tonight's main event...
Here he comes folks! 'The Animal', Batista joins us on commentary for tonight's main event. It's Edge and Mr. Kennedy, one on one, the winner to face Batista next for the World Heavyweight Championship, and that's coming up when we return to Friday Night SmackDown!
We return to see Batista sat at the announce desk, a stern look on his face behind his sunglasses, with 'JBL' looking rather intimidated at having 'The Animal' sat so close to him...
Welcome back folks, and of course we wanna welcome Batista to the announce desk. Thanks for joinin' us champ.
You're welcome. Nice to be out here with you guys.
Dave, I know you say you're out here on a little scoutin' mission, but let's be honest here, you're out here incase goes for a steel chair again, ain't ya'?
I can't make any promises to stay in my chair Tazz, that's all I'm gonna say.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
How 'bout you just sit here, stay quiet and don't get involved? We've had enough controversy involvin' you lately, we don't need anymore of it tonight!
How 'bout I get up outta this chair and we have a main event of our own John?
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I'd like to see ya' try!
Alright, alright, easy guys. Just try your best to ignore 'JBL' champ. I know it won't be easy, but remember, the guy is
”KEN – NAH – DAY!”
*TURN UP THE TROUBLE...*
A very loud, very mixed response for Mr. Kennedy
, the cheers that always welcome his arrival being quickly drowned out by boos. Kennedy is as cocky as ever, chewing gum in an obnoxious fashion as he heads for the ring, before he slides under the bottom rope, climbs to second rope in the chair and shouts “This is my time!” to the masses...
Here's a man who you've had no shortage of issues with over these last few months, Batista. Mr. Kennedy, SmackDown's resident loudmouth, but ever since he beat your longtime friend Ric Flair at WrestleMania, he's been on the receivin' end of two defeats from Chris Benoit.
Obviously I was rootin' for Ric at WrestleMania, but I guess ya' gotta give Kennedy some credit, he beat the greatest of all time, and that ain't easy to do. I don't like this guy, I think he's loud, he's arrogant, he's obnoxious, but I'm hopin' he gets the job done here and puts Edge in his place.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
How did it feel watchin' 'im send your buddy Flair to the retirement home? How did that feel champ
God, you're gonna wind up in a hospital you keep this up 'JBL'...
”YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME...”
Nothing but pure heat as Edge
steps out, stopping under the SmackDown fist to fire his arms up into the air, setting off a massive pyro explosion. Edge then looks down tehe aisle at Kennedy, taking a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks, before he heads for the ring and slides under the bottom rope...
And what about the-
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Why don't you let me
handle this one, Michael? Here comes the man who should right now be World Heavyweight Champion, the man who had you down for the three count at WrestleMania, the man who had you beat Batista! Edge oughta be the champion right now, and you know it!
Lemme tell ya' somethin' 'JBL', Bryan Danielson mighta eventually let go off you last week, but if you don't stop runnin' your mouth, you ain't gonna be as lucky this week. You understand?
You get used to it eventually Dave. The guy's all mouth, don't even pay 'im any attention. Let's focus on this match, Edge and Kennedy, the winner set to face Batista next week on SmackDown. I'm excited, I can't wait to see how this one pans out...
Main Event: Number One Contenders Match
Edge vs. Mr. Kennedy
As we're faced with two heels going at it, the crowd is naturally unsure of who to cheer for, a rather tense, subdued atmosphere inside the arena as we get under way. Both men slowly circle each other, fully aware of how crafty the other can be, until they finally come together and snap into an aggressive tie up. An initial struggle for position sees Edge finally gain control, backing Kennedy to the corner, but as they hit the turnbuckle, the ref steps in to call for the break, with Edge obliging, although both men keep their guard up as Edge backs away. Again the pair go for a tie up, but this time it's Kennedy who gains the upperhand, driving Edge backwards, until again they hit the corner and the ref calls for the break, although Kennedy lingers in the lock for a few seconds more before he finally backs away. Kennedy waves Edge on, the pair going for a third tie up, with this time Kennedy going for a quick standing side headlock. Edge manages to shove him off the ropes... but Kennedy runs him over with a shoulderblock! Taking a few seconds to look down on the fallen Edge, Kennedy finally turns and charges off the ropes, but Edge is already up and avoids him with a leapfrog... but Kennedy puts on the breaks... and smashes Edge with a clothesline! Sensing a chance to take control early, Kennedy goes for a standing armbar, but Edge quickly scrambles to the ropes, forcing the break.
Kennedy backs away and again waves Edge forward, with Edge losing his temper as he charges wildly... right into a drop toe hold! Kennedy takes Edge down, and this time he is able to apply the standing armbar, much to Edge's annoyance as he slaps his free hand off the canvas. Kennedy tries to keep Edge grounded, but Edge forces the issue, back on his feet, grabbing a handful of hair in an attempt to break free, but this only sees both men backed into the corner once more. Again the referee has to step in, but once more Kennedy hangs onto the hold just that little bit longer before he finally lets go. Edge reacts angrily as he gives Kennedy a hard shove to the chest... Kennedy shoves him right back... only for Edge to slap Kennedy across the face! The crowd boo as Edge catches Kennedy by surprise, smiling and bragging that he caught Kennedy off guard... until Kennedy returns the favour with a slap of his own! The crowd cheer as Edge is rocked, stumbling backwards, and now Kennedy goes on the attack, unloading with right hands, before he goes for the Irish whip... right into a hiptoss! Edge is back up, but Kennedy is waiting... side slam backbreaker! Here's the first cover... 1... 2... Edge kicks out, and he scrambles to the safety of the corner. Kennedy doesn't let up though, as he smacks right after right to the forehead, causing Edge to slump down into the corner. Kennedy then backs away, races back in... FACEWASH... NO! Edge avoids it... and Kennedy winds up tangled in the ropes! Kennedy groans in agony, pushing himself up, limping to the centre of the ring, and Edge wastes no time in taking advantage... as he takes Kennedy down with a painful chop block! Kennedy groans in pain as Edge looks to target his knee, stomping down on it, before he places Kennedy's foot on the bottom rope, pushes himself up in the air... then brings all his weight crashing down on the knee!
Kennedy crawls away in pain, with Edge now looking to focus on doing damage, as he drives his own knee repeatedly into Kennedy's. Edge helps Kennedy up, shoving him into the corner, where he tags Kennedy with alternating rights to the face and boots to the midsection. Edge then places Kennedy's knee across the middle rope... and aims a stiff kick to the back of it! Kennedy groans in pain, with Edge now grabbing him by the foot, pulling him vertically to the centre of the ring... Kennedy fires back with an enzuigiri! Edge faceplants to the mat, with Kennedy writhing in agony, but he manages to drag himself up, tagging Edge repeatedly, forcing him into the corner. Kennedy then looks to fire Edge across, but Edge reverses, then follows in... Kennedy elevates him over the top rope... all the way to the floor! A harsh landing for Edge, but Kennedy wastes no time in taking the fight outside, grabbing Edge by the hair... and smashing him face first off the steel steps! Edge crawls on his hands and knees to try buy some separation, but this only takes the fight around the ring to infront of the announce desk. There, Kennedy again has a handful of hair... and this time he smashes Edge's face off the announce desk... right infront of Batista! Edge collapses to the floor, with Kennedy now letting his gaze turn to meet 'The Animal'. The crowd are buzzing with anticipation as Batista rises up out of his chair, headset still on, he and Kennedy staring each other down... only for Edge to drill Kennedy with a shot to the midsection... and then it's Kennedy's turn to eat the table! And now it's Edge who's face to face with Batista, again the crowd baying for blood, but Edge shows restrain as he turns his back on 'The Animal' and rolls Kennedy back into the ring. After a near fall, Edge looks to go on the attack once again, but Kennedy beats him to the punch, rocking Edge with stiff shots to the midsection, before he fires Edge off the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men had the same idea, taking each other down, neither man moving much as we fade into the final commercial of the broadcast.
And we’re back, with Edge in control once more, and we see that during the commercial break, Kennedy built up a head of steam as he came off the ropes, only for Edge to hammer him with a big boot to the face, Edge taking control from there. We see Edge having Kennedy grounded, applying pressure to the knee with a twisting kneelock, wrenching and cranking up the pressure, causing Kennedy to grimace each time he does so. Kennedy tries to reach up for a handful of hair to break the hold, but Edge pulls his head away. Kennedy tries again, but again he misses… only for him then to counter with an inside cradle! 1... 2… Edge barely kicks out! Kennedy tries to get back to his feet, but Edge pounces, dropping repeated double axe handles to the back, keeping Kennedy under control. Edge helps Kennedy up though, only to hook him up and drop him with a Russian legsweep for a near fall. Edge continues to attack as he goes back to the knee, aiming stomps to the damaged joint, then he takes Kennedy up and down with a shinbreaker. After a barrage of right hands to the face keeps Kennedy down, Edge heads to the corner, pushes himself up onto the second rope… and goes for a kneedrop… but Kennedy rolls… and Edge smashes into the mat! Now it’s Edge who’s hobbling, and Kennedy moves to quickly take advantage, taking Edge off his feet with a stiff kick to the back of the knee! Edge limps back up, Kennedy mocking him, before delivering another kick to the knee! Edge is down, and now Kennedy drags him towards the corner, slides under the bottom rope, and lines Edge up, the fans dying to see it… as Kennedy spread eagles Edge into the ringpost!
Edge’s face is a picture as he cries out in anguish, and with a look of sheer fury in his eyes, Kennedy goes on the attack, smacking Edge with rights and boots, backing him to the corner, allowing Kennedy to go for an Irish whip across… but when he follows in, Edge uses the ropes to elevate himself over Kennedy… no! Kennedy catches Edge on his shoulder, yanks him free of the ropes… ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM! Kennedy gets all of it, and he crawls to drape an arm across Edge’s chest… 1… 2… Edge rolls a shoulder! Kennedy curses his luck, but he presses on, returning the favour as he stomps Edge’s knee, keeping him grounded. Kennedy then grabs the foot, steps over, twists and turns… FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK… NO! Edge kicks Kennedy away… Kennedy smacks the turnbuckle chest first and stumbles back… EDGE-O-MATIC! Kennedy’s head smacks off the canvas, and now Edge goes for the cover… 1… 2… Kennedy rolls a shoulder! Edge is now looking frantic as he claws at his hair, sure he had the match won right there, but he looks to try again as he drives Kennedy to the corner, laying in with a string of shoulder thrusts, before he takes Kennedy up and down with a scoop slam. Edge then heads outside, climbs upstairs, readies himself as he waits for Kennedy to rise… before Edge flies… MISSILE DROPKICK… NO! Kennedy grabs the feet, Edge smacks off the mat… Kennedy steps, twists, turns and falls… FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!
Kennedy locks on the move of his long-time rival Ric Flair, the crowd loud as hell with a very mixed reaction. Edge is desperate, his arms flailing in a mix of pain and trying to escape, arms out stretched, scratching and clawing for the ropes… and eventually Edge makes it to the safety of the bottom rope!
Kennedy can’t believe it, looking dejected as he slowly picks Edge off the canvas, tagging him a pair of tired right hands, before he goes for an Irish whip off the ropes… but he lowers his head… and Edge puts on the breaks… EDGECUTION!!
Edge plants Kennedy with the lifting DDT, rolling him over for the lateral press… 1… 2… 3… NO! Kennedy kicks out! Edge can’t believe it, and neither can the fans as our main event is set to continue! Edge bursts back to his feet, getting right in the referee’s face, demanding a three count, but he’s told it was only two. With Kennedy still down, struggling to get back on his feet, Edge heads for the corner, crouching down, clawing at his hair, poised and ready to strike, as Kennedy staggers back up… and here comes Edge… SPEAR… NO!
Kennedy sidesteps it… EDGE SPEARS THE CORNER! Edge’s face smacks off the second turnbuckle, and he stumbles out… MIC CHECK!!
Kennedy plants Edge, and now he hooks the leg… 1… 2… 3… NO! This time it’s Edge who somehow stays alive! Kennedy is back on his knees, head in his hands, holding three fingers up at the ref, but only getting two fingers in response. With Edge still down, Kennedy steps through the ropes and climbs upstairs, fire in his eyes as he steadies himself… then flies… KENTON BOMB… NO!!
Edge rolls to safety, and Kennedy crashes and burns!
Both men are down, hurt, exhausted, but somehow they manage to drag themselves up, Edge slugging Kennedy with a tired right hand… Kennedy fires back… a slugfest breaks out, as Edge connects… then Kennedy… Edge… Kennedy… Kennedy… Kennedy again, backing Edge to the ropes, where he goes for an Irish whip… but Edge ducks underneath the clothesline… and comes off the other side… SPEAR!!
Edge gets all of it, and he hooks Kennedy up tight for the 1… 2… 3… NO! Somehow, someway, Kennedy kicked out! Edge can’t believe it! ‘The Rated-R Superstar’ is stunned, almost in disbelief, slapping himself in the face a few times to make sure it’s really happening. Once he comes around, anger burns in Edge’s eyes, and know he rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. Looking like a man possessed, he heads for the timekeeper’s table and shoves Tony Chimel aside… picking up his steel chair! It looks like Edge doesn’t care anymore about winning, he wants to remove Kennedy from the equation like he did Benoit, meaning he’ll be the only contender left! Edge has the chair in hand, heading for the ring… but on commentary, Batista is heard saying “I’m not lettin’ this happen again!”… and he removes his headset! Batista looks to cut Edge off… and he snatches the chair clean from Edge’s hand… and tosses it away! Edge is incensed, wild eyed as he screams at Batista… but ‘The Animal’ simple grabs Edge… and rolls him back into the ring! Edge storms back to his feet, furious that Batista would put his hands on him, shouting down at Batista… but that means he doesn’t see Kennedy rise to his feet behind him… and Edge turns… MIC CHECK!!
A SECOND MIC CHECK!! Kennedy plants Edge once again, rolls Edge over, hooks both legs tight as he can… 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Mr. Kennedy @ 15.23
It's Kennedy! By doing the right thing and taking the chair away from Edge, Batista has inadvertently helped Kennedy to a victory tonight! Once again there's a very mixed response for Kennedy. but this time, the cheers are much more audible, clearly the fans happy to see Edge defeated. Getting back on his feet, Kennedy has his hand raised by the referee, only to quickly snatch it away. Kennedy then heads to the corner that rises high above where 'The Animal' stands, climbing to the second rope, pointing down at Batista, motioning around his waist that next week, the World Heavyweight Championship is his. Batista simply holds the title high in the air to a strong pop from the fans, a standoff ensuing between champion and challenger...
I don't quite know what to say! Batista... he just wound up giving Mr. Kennedy an assist here! It's Batista and Kennedy, next week from London, England with the gold on the line!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I told 'im not to stick 'is nose in! I told 'im not to get involved! What the hell is Batista thinkin' about? He had no business gettin' involved like that! None whatsoever!
What are ya' talkin' about? Edge was gonna use that chair, and thank God Batista put a stop to it!
What a wild night it's been, and it's only gonna get wilder next week when SmackDown crosses the pond! Hardy and Finlay for the US Title, Batista and Kennedy for the World Title! It's gonna be huge, don't miss it folks, join us next week in the United Kingdom! Goodnight!
The camera continues to dart between Kennedy high on the second rope, the defiant Batista stood on the floor below, the pair nodding at each other, both men looking determined to leave London next week as World Heavyweight Champion, neither man budging an inch it seems as we fade... to... black.
Current Card for WWE JUDGMENT DAY:
Date: May 20th, 2007
Location: iPayOne Center; San Diego, California
Last Man Standing Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Rey Mysterio