~Friday Night SmackDown~
May 11th, 2007
"Now I wanna hurt you."
We kick off the broadcast with a quick highlights package from last week, showing us brief soundbites of the complaining from Edge and Mr. Kennedy with regards to their World Heavyweight Championship opportunities, then we hear soundbites from the champion, Batista, who's had enough of hearing his challengers whine and complain. We then see the announce from Teddy Long that at Judgment Day, the three will meet in a Triple Threat Match, before we cut to the main event, a tag team match featuring Batista and Matt Hardy against Edge and Miz, with Mr. Kennedy as the guest referee. After Miz and Hardy battle to the back, Batista and Edge fight with each other, and Edge looks for a spear... only to catch Kennedy! The match continues, until Kennedy is back on his feet... and he smacks Edge in the face... which then leads to the Batista Bomb! The video package ends with 'The Animal' standing tall, he and Kennedy exchanging tense looks at each other, while Edge is down and out as we fade to black.
From this, we head into the arena, no pyro, no music, a cold opening... until...
*I WALK ALONE...*
The arena goes wild as the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Batista
makes his entrance, firing up the fans as he slaps his chest and encourages them to up the volume. Batista then crouches down, sets off an impressive bursts of fireworks, before he heads down the aisle to the ring...
Welcome everybody to Friday Night SmackDown! And what a way to kick things off, with none other than the World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Animal', Batista! Hello folks, I'm Michael Cole, alongside me as always John Bradshaw Layfield and Tazz, and we are kickin' things off in a big way with Batista set to take on Finlay in one on one action. We've got a huge night in store, as Batista will sign on the dotted line alongside Edge and Mr. Kennedy for their Triple Threat Match at Judgment Day!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
And after the way last week's main event went down, with Edge takin' a cheap shot from Kennedy, pratically handin' the win to Batista, I know Edge is gonna be in a helluva mood by the time he gets in the ring with those two!
Well, I gotta admit, if I was Edge, I'd be pretty pissed off about what happened last week, but at the same time, Edge brought it on 'imself. He hit Kennedy with the spear, and Kennedy reacted to it. I don't think Edge can have anybody but 'imself to blame for losin' last week.
Well that's to come later on, but right now, Batista is in action against Finlay, and I'm sure we all remember the war these two had back at the Royal Rumble. Batista was victorious that night, retaining the World Heavyweight Championship, and he'll be lookin' for another victory right here.
And this match came about after Finlay lost his match to Kane last week and then decided he was gonna try smash Kane's knee into a thousand pieces with that shillelagh. Teddy Long's tryin' to lay down the law with Finlay, and he's hopin' 'The Animal' is gonna be the guy to do for 'im.
”MY NAME IS FINLAY... AND I LOVE TA’ FIGHT...”
And now a loud outpouring of heat as Finlay
slowly emerges from the back, a stern look on his face as he stares down at the ring, shaking his head, clearly not happy about being involved in this match up. For the second week in a row, The Little Bastard
is by Finlay's side, snarling and growling in the direction of Batista...
Well we now know that at Judgment Day, Finlay will step into the ring with Kane, but I guess the question right now is, will Kane even be ready to go by the time we hit San Diego? He took a lot
of damage to his knee last week.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
And the blame for that lies at the door of one Theodore Long. He scheduled Finlay and Kane in the King of the Ring qualifier just one week after Finlay competed in a Belfast Brawl? Gimme a break!
Like Teddy Long said, it was the luck o' the draw that meant Finlay had to go last week. And that ain't no excuse for his actions either. The guy just lost it. I mean, he missed out on the United States Championship, the next week he misses out on the King of the Ring, and he decided to take it out on Kane. Well now he's gonna pay for it, tonight at the hands of Batista, and then at Judgment Day at the hands of Kane.
Match 1: Non-Title Match
World Heavyweight Champion Batista vs. Finlay w/ The Little Bastard
The bell rings to get us under way, with both men emerging from their respective corners to circle the ring, before Batista now looks to narrow the gap, trying to trap Finlay in the corner. The two go for a tie up, and Batista overpowers Finlay, backing him to the turnbuckle, where the ref steps in for the break. Batista obliges, backing off and waving Finlay towards him, the two tying up again, this time in the centre of the ring. ‘The Animal’ works into the standing side headlock, only for Finlay to shove Batista off the ropes… and he rebounds with a hard shoulderblock! Finlay scrambles to the corner, calling for space, and he takes an age to finally get back on his feet. The pair tie up for a third time, and now Finlay has the standing side headlock, wrenching it on as Batista tries to break free. Eventually Batista shoves Finlay off the ropes… into a big back body drop! Again Finlay scrambles to the corner, but this time Batista goes on the attack, driving shoulder after shoulder to the midsection, before he sends Finlay for the ride… and follows in with a corner clothesline! More shoulder thrusts follow, before ‘Tista takes Finlay to the centre of the ring and nails a sidewalk slam for a two count. Looking to stay on the attack, Batista takes Finlay up for a scoop slam… but Finlay lands behind him… and shoves ‘The Animal’ into the corner. Finlay quickly moves in, landing right hands and uppercuts, before he fires Batista across the ring… ‘Tista hits the turnbuckle hard… but then explodes out to hammer Finlay with a clothesline! Almost on instinct, Finlay rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, but ‘The Animal’ isn’t interested in allowing him to recover, quickly following outside to grab Finlay… and smash him face first off the steel steps! Finlay hits the floor and starts to crawl away, desperately trying to distance himself from Baitsta, but ‘Tista stays on him, yanking Finlay up, taking him up on his shoulders… then he drops him face first off the announce desk!
Finlay is reeling as he’s rolled back into the ring, where Batista gets a near fall, and now ‘The Animal’ takes Finlay up and down with a backbreaker for yet another two count. Again Finlay seeks respite in the corner, but Batista stays on him, landing more right hands, before he brings Finlay to the centre of the ring and sends him off the opposite side… but Batista lowers his head… and Finlay snaps it up with a kick to the chest… then levels ‘The Animal’ with a clothesline! Finally a chance for Finlay to go on the attack, and he starts with some stomps to the chest, then jumps up to land a double foot stomp. Grabbing the champion, Finlay drags Batista to the ropes, placing his throat across the middle rope and sitting in, choking ‘Tista. Finlay stands up then holds Batista open, landing forearms to the chest, before he knocks Batista down with a short-arm clothesline. Finlay then pushes himself up to the second rope and launches… but Batista gets a boot up! Finlay staggers and tries to shake it off, but here comes Batista, rocking Finlay with multiple clotheslines, before he fires Finlay off the ropes… into a swinging side slam! Finlay is planted, and now Batista hooks the leg… 1… 2… Finlay kicks out. Looking to stay in control, ‘Tista snaps off a few right hands to the face, then he goes for the Irish whip… but Finlay reverses… and The Little Bastard grabs Batista by the foot! ‘Tista puts on the breaks and angrily glares at the little guy, but here comes Finlay to take advantage of the distraction… but Batista sees him coming… and sends Finlay over the top rope and crashing to the floor with a back body drop! Finlay hits the floor with a thud, and now Batista heads back outside, looking to keep the momentum going. The champion drags Finlay back up, hooks him up for a suplex… but out of desperation, Finlay drills a few right hands to the midsection… then he drives Batista spine first into the barricade! Batista crumples in pain, but Finlay soon has him by the wrist… Irish whip… into the steel steps! ‘The Animal’ hits the steps knees first and goes flying over them, and as we head to a commercial, it appears that this match has now turned in Finlay’s favour.
And we return with Finlay having Batista locked in an Indian deathlock, clearly targeting the knee, causing all kinds of damage and pain to the World Heavyweight Champion. Batista grimaces, trying to reach the ropes, but he’s just too far away. Every now and then, Finlay reaches forward and pulls back on Batista’s chin, further upping the pressure, but with the crowd now starting to make some noise, Batista tries to break free, pushing up with his hands, trying to force a break in the leg hold. Finlay sees this and release the leg, but he quickly slaps on a sleeper, desperate to keep Batista on the ground… but it’s no use as ‘The Animal’ powers back to his feet with Finlay still wrapped around his neck… until a snapmare finally sets him free! Limping heavily, Batista moves in and clubs Finlay with a few right hands… but Finlay quickly tackles Batista to the corner. Placing Batista’s leg on the second rope, Finlay rears back… and delivers a stiff kick to the back of the knee! Another two kicks land, until Finlay now grabs the boot and drags Batista to the centre of the ring… dragon screw! A painful takedown, and now Finlay goes for the cover… but only gets two. Finlay now lays in with stomps and kicks to the leg, before he places the foot on the bottom rope, jumps up… and drives his bodyweight down on the knee! Finlay repeats this another two times, before he then heads outside, grabs the leg and drags Batista to the corner. ‘Tista tries to fight it, but Finlay hangs on tight, rears back… and smashes the knee off the steel ringpost! Batista cried out in agony, but Finlay hangs on… to smash the knee again… and off the steel a third time!
Batista crawls away, writhing in pain, while the camera sees Finlay flash that toothy grin of his before he slides back into the ring for a near fall. A seated senton and a double foot stomp across the knee cause further damage, and then Finlay gets another near fall from a suplex. With the champion down and struggling to get back on his feet, Finlay now goes for a kneebar, looking to hyperextend the knee, trying to make Batista submit. ‘The Animal’ groans in pain, unable to reach the ropes, but he does his best to hang in there, fighting through the pain as he tries to escape. Eventually though ‘Tista seems to be fading, but the fans again rally behind him, making the presence felt, and slowly but surely, Batista crawls towards the bottom rope… until he finally reaches out and grabs it! Finlay takes ever second of the five count before he finally release, but clearly he’s not happy about it as he storms back to his feet and confronts the referee. Dragging Batista up, Finlay again aims a few kicks to the back of the knee, then he hooks Batista up for another suplex… but Batista blocks it. Again Finlay tries… again Batista blocks it… then he counters with a suplex of his own! Both men are down now, the referee giving them a count of ten, and at about six, Finlay is back on his feet first. Batista has to use the ropes to drag himself up, but when Finlay moves in, ‘Tista rocks him with right hands… then scoops Finlay up with a spinebuster… to drive him into the corner! Shoulders land to the gut, before Finlay is sent for the ride… hitting the turnbuckle hard and Batista follows in… right into a boot to the face! ‘Tista stumbles back, allowing Finlay to push himself onto the second rope… then he flies with a crossbody… Batista catches him… and then hits a massive running powerslam!
The impact of the move causes Batista to grab his knee in pain, but he soon crawls into the cover… 1… 2… Finlay kicks out! Annoyed, Batista is quickly back on his feet and back on the attack, driving Finlay to the corner with rights, then he fires him across… and follows in with a corner clothesline! Again Finlay is sent across the ring… and another corner clothesline! Finlay has rubber legs as he stumbles forward… into a sidewalk slam! Another cover… 1… 2… again Finlay kicks out! Sensing he can finish things off, Batista fires Finlay off the ropes… straight into a huge SPINEBUSTER! Finlay is down and Batista is on his feet, roaring to the crowd… but now he sees The Little Bastard has jumped up onto the apron! Batista points and shouts for him to drop down, but the little guy stands his ground, prompting the ref to move in and try get him away… but the distraction allows Finlay to pick up his shillelagh! With the ref’s back to the action, Finlay waits for Batista to turn… then SWINGS THE SHILLELAGH… NO!
Batista ducks underneath… then Finlay turns… into another MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER! Batista bursts back to his feet, kicks the shillelagh aside… then sends the little guy flying with a big boot to the face! Turning back to Finlay, Batista yanks him up… then brings him up in the air… BATISTA BOMB… NO!
Finlay desperately throws right hands to the face, allowing him to drop down to the canvas… and then he takes Batista up on his shoulders… and looks for the CELTIC CROSS… NO!!
Batista drops down behind, shoving Finlay to corner… who strikes the turnbuckle chest first, then staggers back to the centre of the ring… kick to the midsection doubles him over… then he’s taken high into the air… BATISTA BOMB!!
‘The Animal’ emphatically plants Finlay, and now he hooks the leg to get the 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Batista @ 14.21
A great win for Batista as he goes about his business in confident fashion, no controversy, no run ins, just a solid win for the World Heavyweight Champion despite a gutsy effort from Finlay. Pushing himself back to his feet, Batista is handed his title and has his hand raised by the referee, before the champion heads to the corner and celebrates with the crowd, while we head to a commercial
We return to see Finlay
waling very gingerly along a backstage corridor, shaking his head, hands on his hips, in pain and annoyed at his latest defeat. With The Little Bastard
by his side, the pair slowly make their way along the dark, dingy corridor, not a soul around them... but then, all of a sudden... the lights go! The whole area is plunged into total darkness, causing the little guy to gasp in fear...
What the...? Hey! What's goin' on!?
Not a sound in response, but instead, through the darkness comes an eerie red glow, just bright enough to illuminate the pair but no more, the two looking like something out of a horror movie...
What's goin' on!? Kane? Kane!?
Finlay feels about infront of him, fumbling in the darkness, but his hands come up empty...
C'mon, Kane! I know it's you! C'mon, show yer'self!
And then just like that... the red glow disappears, and the lights return to normal. In a moment of comedy, we see that The Little Bastard has wrapped himself around Finlay's leg, hanging onto it as if his life depended on it, frozen by fear. Finlay is too busy looking around, searching for Kane, to notice at first, but he eventually looks down and sees the little guy shaking like a leaf...
What are ye'...? Get off me!
Finlay shakes himself free, and now he takes another look around, making sure Kane isn't lurking in the shadows somewhere. After satisfying his curiosity, Finlay lets out an angry sigh, before he grabs The Little Bastard by the collar of his jacket...
C'mon, let's go...
And the two make their exit. The camera stays focused on the area, searching for a sign as to what on earth was going on with the lights... but there's nothing there, and after a few seconds, we cut elsewhere.
And it's to Josh Matthews and the interview area we go...
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... he is one of the participants in the Triple Threat Match for the World Heavyweight Championship at Judgment Day... 'The Rated-R Superstar'... Edge.
A ton of heat as Edge enters the frame, scowling at Matthews, clearly still pretty upset over the manner of his defeat last week...
Edge, later tonight, you, Batista and Mr. Kennedy will all sign your names to a contract for the Triple Threat Match at Judgment Day for Batista's World Heavyweight Championship. But Edge last week, you teamed with The Miz to take on Batista and Matt Hardy, with Mr. Kennedy serving as the Special Guest Referee, and near the end of the match, you hit Kennedy with the spear... and then suffered defeat at the hands of the Batista Bomb. Given all that's happened between the three of you these past few months, what's your mindset heading into Judgment Day?
Matthews turns the mic towards Edge, who shakes his head in annoyance...
What do you
think my mindset is? I'm headin' into Judgment Day with one thing, and one thing only on my mind... to become the new World Heavyweight Champion.
With a smirk, Edge pauses, then carries on...
But like I keep saying, I should already
be champion. I mean, I won the Royal Rumble. I earned
my shot at Batista at WrestleMania. And then I had our World Heavyweight Champion down for a three count. Those are both facts, Josh, and not you, or anybody else can deny that. And y'know, it's kinda funny. Not funny ha ha, more funny in a laugh or you'll cry kinda way. It was an incompetent referee that cost me the title at WrestleMania, and then last week... the exact same thing happened all over again, only this time it was Kennedy wearin' the stripes.
Edge runs a hand through his hair, then strokes his chin as a sign of confusion...
And to be honest, I still
don't understand why Teddy Long has put Kennedy in this match. I mean, what's he done that's so great? What... he beat Ric Flair? That's
all you've gotta do to get a title shot around here?
A scoff and a shrug of the shoulders from Edge...
And then that match between the two of us a couple of weeks ago... he sure as hell didn't beat me
. Not without Batista's help anyway. Face it, the guy just doesn't belong in this match. We're dealin' with the big boys now, and all Kennedy's doin' is actin' like a spoiled little kid who lost his lunch money.
Again Edge shakes his head, his frustration at the whole situation clear for everyone to see...
As for Batista? Yeah, nice speech last week, 'champ'. The time for talkin' is over, now it's time to fight? Well guess what, I'm not a fighter... I'm a wrestler. You wanna get into your little brawls with guys like Finlay? Fine, go ahead. After all, he loves to fight. But me? It's gonna take more that power and brute strength to beat me. And that's somethin' you just don't have, and I proved that at WrestleMania. And I'm gonna prove it again in two week's time at Judgment Day.
Heat from inside the arena, which Edge ignores...
I'm not happy about the fact that it's a Triple Threat Match, I think everybody knows that. But... I'm not gonna let that ruin my moment. I'm gonna finally get what's mine, I'm gonna finally
become World Heavyweight Champion.
For a moment, Edge looks off into the distance, dreaming of the day he finally gets his hands on the gold, before he turns back to Josh and says...
And when I do... SmackDown will officially be... Rated-R.
More heat from the fans as Edge wraps things up and makes a quick exit, leaving Matthews behind to watch him go as we fade into a video.
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*
And from the video we head back into the arena, to see that Chavo Guerrero and Vickie Guerrero are already in the ring, the pair looking towards the tron, both shaking their heads as they look on in disgust, clearly having just watched the same video that we all just saw. With her hands on her hips, Vickie shakes her head and scowls, while Chavo smirks and holds his hand up, motioning for his music to come to an end...
I see uh... I see they're still playin' that video. So I guess that means that you're still
plannin' on comin' back, huh Rey? And I guess that also means you didn't listen to me when I warned you to stay away.
Chavo ruefully shakes his head...
And I guess that means you also didn't pay attention to what I did last week to Psicosis. The guy you've fought over 500 times, the guy who knows what you do in this ring better than anybody... and I beat him in less than five minutes.
Heat from the crowd, but Chavo simply shrugs, knowing the fans can't deny the facts of his victory last week...
But hey, if you don't wanna listen, Rey... that's fine with me. If you still wanna commit career suicide, if you still want me to shatter your knee so badly, you'll struggle to even walk, never mind wrestle again... then that's exactly
what you're gonna get.
Nine days’ time, Judgment Day, Rey Mysterio's career comes to an end, in his hometown, San Diego, California. Infront of all his family and friends, I'm gonna write the wrongs, I'm gonna restore the legacy of Los Guerreros, and I'm gonna do it by causin' Rey as much pain and embarrassment as possible.
Turning to Vickie, Chavo and she share a laugh together, before Chavo turns back to the fans...
And you know, that's why this look back at Rey's career is so important. You people shouldn't be booing me for doin' this, you people should be thanking
A comment which, ironically, draws more boos...
In nine days’ time, Rey Mysterio is gonna be permanently consigned to the history books, and videos like that, that's all you'll have left. Dean Malenko, Psicosis, my opponent tonight, when Rey fades into obscurity... so do they. But Los Guerreros... ma familia... we'll live on in lucha libre folklore... forever
Soaking in that last remark, Chavo closes his eyes and nods for a second, before he now looks up the aisle at the entrance way...
So right now, I wanna bring out a guy who for many years, was Rey Mysterio's tag team partner. Back in WCW, these two had many battles for the Cruiserweight Championship, then they teamed up and became WCW Tag Team Champions. Together they were known as... The Filthy Animals
A small pop from the few fans in audience who remember said tag team...
So please welcome... Billy Kidman.
*YOU CAN RUN…*
Much like last week, it’s not a great response as Billy Kidman
steps into the arena, but it certainly grows louder than the response Psicosis got as Kidman smiles and plays up to the crowd, slapping hands with the ringside fans and showing an excitement and enthusiasm for being here tonight…
Well it’s certainly great to see Billy Kidman back here on Friday Night SmackDown! Tazz, you and I called many matches while Kidman wrestled here on the blue brand, and he had a lot of success in both singles and tag team action.
No doubt about that, Cole. If I remember right, Kidman’s a former seven
time Cruiserweight Champion, he won tag titles in WCW, he won another right here on SmackDown with Paul London, the guy’s held plenty of gold in his career. And for my money, one of the most excitin’ guys to ever step into a ring.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
They called ‘im ‘The Master of the Shooting Star Press’, but I remember this guy losin’ his nerve after he hit that move on a certain Chavo Guerrero and causin’ him a concussion. Billy Kidman might have a history with Rey Mysterio, but he’s got one with Chavo too, and I think that might add a little somethin’ extra to this one. Last week he beat a guy who’s faced Rey more times than anybody, and this week he’s gonna embarrass a guy who Rey teamed with. I love it!
As he hits the ring, Kidman climbs to the second rope and salutes the crowd, before he jumps back down and comes face to face with Chavo. Chavo nods a welcome in Kidman’s direction, one which a wary Kidman responds to, before Chavo brings the mic back up to his mouth…
Billy, allow me to welcome you back to Friday Night SmackDown. Like I just told everybody here, you and Rey Mysterio, you two teamed together back in WCW under the name The Filthy Animals, and you guys had a lot of success. I mean, Rey was a former Cruiserweight Champion, you were a former Cruiserweight Champion, it was only a matter of time before you’re high flyin’ style led you to become Tag Team Champions, right?
Again Kidman nods...
Infact, you and Rey, you were champions together when WCW finally closed its doors. That's a night you, me, Rey, we all remember that night so well. I dunno about you, Billy, but I know that night, I was very
nervous about my future in this business. But thankfully, you and me, our contracts were brought over to the WWE, and we kept our jobs. But uh... that's not what happened to Rey, was it?
Chavo rubs his jaw tentatively...
I mean, me and you, we both came to the WWE, while Rey… he sat at home and saw out his fat WCW contract. He got paid more for sittin’ at home and doin’ nothin’ that you and me made bustin’ our asses every night. And then when he finally did
sign a WWE contract… he was promoted as the star of the cruiserweight division.
Shaking his head ruefully, Chavo pauses, while Kidman rolls his eyes in disdain...
I dunno about you, Billy, but me? I was pretty angry about the fact that Rey could just walk in here… and straight away, he got opportunities that me and you never got.
Realising what Chavo's trying to do, Kidman turns away and laughs for a brief moment, before he turns back towards Chavo...
And it wasn't long until Rey was once again tryin' to make a name for myself of my family's legacy. When he first got here, he came after me, then he tried to turn my Uncle Eddie against me. Hell, he even had the nerve to beat my father, Chavo Guerrero Sr., for the Cruiserweight Title! Just like he always did, he tried to drive a wedge between my family, and that's why this Sunday... I'm gonna gain revenge for all
the Guerrero family.
Heat, which Chavo ignores, but Kidman quickly motions for the mic to be passed his way...
Well, Chavo... that's not really how I remember it. I mean, yeah, Rey joined the WWE about a year after us, and yeah, he was promoted as a star. But that's because.. well, the guy's one helluva wrestler.
A strong pop as Chavo rolls his eyes...
And if anybody was gonna drive a wedge between the Guerrero Family... it was you
Both Chavo and Vickie raise their eyebrows, surprised by that last remark...
You got so jealous of Eddie, you made your Dad choose between his brother and his son. You got some serious issues, Chavo, and it hurts me to see a guy I used to call a friend act this way.
Annoyed, Chavo shouts “I'm not jealous!”, before he yells at the crowd to be quiet...
I mean... you're obsessed! Rey and Eddie... they were friends... and you hated that! You couldn't stand it!
Chavo shakes his head in defiance, while Kidman's eyes drop as he looks at Guerrero with regret...
I'm sorry Chavo, I came here tonight hopin' I could try talk some sense into ya', but... I don't think anythin' I say or do is gonna make any difference. You've lost it, man. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore...
With a sad, reluctant look on his face, Kidman presses the mic against Chavo's chest and turns to leave, making it as far as the ropes... but just before he can step through them... Chavo hammers Kidman from behind! Kidman hits the canvas and Chavo lays in with a flurry of stomps to the chest, before he grabs the referee by the shirt and screams “Ring the bell!” right in his face... and reluctantly, the referee calls for the bell, and this match is underway.
Chavo Guerrero w/ Vickie Guerrero vs. Billy Kidman
And quickly Chavo yanks Kidman into the corner, laying in with more stomps to the body, before he starts landing vicious right hands to the forehead. A real aggressive streak on display from Chavo as he now shoves Kidman against the ropes, drilling him with knees to the midsection, before going for an Irish whip off the ropes… but Kidman ducks underneath a clothesline and keeps on running… flying crossbody! Kidman finally scores some offence, and he looks to press this home, smacking forearms into Chavo’s face in the corner, before firing Chavo to the opposite corner and following in… corner splash… no! Chavo avoids it, Kidman hits the turnbuckle and stumbles out, only for Chavo to grab him… and launch Kidman shoulder first into the ringpost… the momentum causing Kidman to fall all the way to the floor below! The vicious streak of Chavo is on display again as he targets the left shoulder with stomps, then sends Kidman for the ride… shoulder first into the steel steps! Kidman writhes on the floor in pain, but Guerrero wastes no time in rolling him back into the ring, unloading with uppercuts against the ropes, before he places Kidman’s neck across the middle rope and applies pressure to the back of the head, choking Kidman. The ref backs Chavo away, and from his knees, Kidman desperately throws rights to the midsection, trying to fight back. Chavo quickly drills a knee to the head, then he goes for an Irish whip… and takes Kidman up and down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
There’s no cover from Chavo, instead he revels in the jeers of the crowd as he makes it clear he’s out to hurt Kidman, not just beat him. Again Chavo chokes Kidman on the ropes, before he hooks Kidman up… suplex… but Chavo hangs on, gets back on his feet… second suplex… again Chavo hangs on, back on his feet… and looks to complete the THREE AMIGOS… NO! This time Kidman lands on his feet behind Chavo… and goes for the backslide… 1… 2… Chavo kicks out, and both men burst to their feet… Kidman ducks a clothesline and comes off the ropes… flying forearm! Now Kidman finally gets a chance to go on the attack, landing forearms to the side of the head, then he goes for the Irish whip off the ropes… into a back body drop! Chavo stumbles back up… into a sitout scoop slam! Kidman stays on for the cover… 1… 2… Chavo rolls a shoulder! With Chavo down, Kidman now sense that he has a chance at victory, and he climbs to the top rope, steadying himself… but before he can go for the SHOOTING STAR PRESS… Chavo nips back up and smacks Kidman with a right hand… crotching him on the top turnbuckle! Chavo quickly climbs up top… and sends Kidman flying with a FRANKENSTEINER! Kidman crashes to the mat, and now Chavo wastes no time in yanking him up… and taking Kidman up and down with the GORY BOMB! It’s all over, but of course, Guerrero isn’t satisfied yet, rolling Kidman over, leaving him in perfect position as Chavo heads upstairs… then flies… FROG SPLASH!! Chavo gets all of it, and he doesn’t even bother to hook a leg to get the 1… 2… 3.
Winner: Chavo Guerrero @ 03.27
A pretty sickening display, but a dominant win nonetheless for Chavo. Back on his feet, Chavo demands that his hand is raised by the referee, an act which draws even more boos from the crowd. As Vickie steps through the ropes, she congratulates her nephew, but Chavo quickly tells Vickie to grab him a microphone...
REY! Rey, I want you to take a look at this piece of crap right here!
Standing over Kidman, Chavo looks down upon him with a smirk...
You see this, Rey? Huh? You see what I've done to your former tag team partner? I left him layin' like the rat that he is!
Heat from the crowd, but Chavo talks over it as he yells down the hard camera...
And that's exactly what I'm gonna do to you at Judgment Day!
More heat, but Chavo looks as if he's said enough... until an idea pops into his head...
Infact... Vickie... let's show all these people exactly what's gonna happen to Rey...
Chavo tosses the mic towards Vickie, and then he places a foot on the motionless Kidman's chest, before he uses his fingers to count to ten as Vickie shouts...
Uno... Dos... Tres... Cuatro... Cinco... Seis... Siete... Ocho... Nueve... DIEZ!
It's relentless heat from the crowd, but Chavo and Vickie don't care, simply smiling through it. Still stood with one foot on Kidman's chest, Chavo opens his hands and soaks in the jeers, before he stares at the hard camera and yells...
“You're history Rey! History!”
And it's to the sound of boos that we head for a commercial.
We return to see a smiling Kristal Marshall
, stood outside an office door, which has a nameplate on it that reads “SmackDown General Manager”...
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to SmackDown. I'm standing outside the office of SmackDown General Manager, Teddy Long, and I'm going to try and grab a word with him.
Kristal knocks on the door and pushes it open, and when she enters the room, we see Teddy Long stood talking to someone. As the camera focuses, we see that it’s Doug Williams, the British competitor who faced Randy Orton on Raw a few weeks ago during the WWE’s tour of the United Kingdom. Williams and Teddy are in conversation, sharing a smile about both something, until both turn and see the surprised Kristal standing in the doorway…
Oh! Oh, Mr. Long, I’m sorry, you’ve got company. I can come back at another time, or-
Nah, nah, c’mon right in Kristal! While you’re here I want’cha to meet somebody.
Waving her cameraman forward, Kristal approaches the two men…
Kristal, I wanna welcome you to the newest member of the SmackDown roster, Doug Williams.
There’s a small pop from inside the arena as Doug and Kristal exchange pleasantries…
After I saw Doug’s performance on Raw a few weeks ago, I thought I would try see if I could bring ‘im in. And what with all the confusion goin’ on over on Raw just now, I managed to pull it off.
Doug and Teddy share a smile...
Oh, great! Uh… Doug, do you any words for us on your first night with SmackDown?
Surprised, Williams rubs his jaw for a few seconds, pausing to find the right words...
Uh, well… you’ve caught me a little off guard here. All I can say is that I can't wait to get myself in the ring and compete with some of the talent here on SmackDown. It's a great roster, and I'm excited to be a part of it.
Pop from inside the arena...
Alright. Well, hey, listen Doug, I promised my girl Kristal here an interview, so we’re gonna have to cut this short. But welcome aboard, it’s great to have ya’ here on Friday nights!
Understanding completely, Williams picks up a folder of papers from off Teddy's desk, before he offers Teddy his hand...
Thanks for the opportunity, Teddy. I won’t let you down.
I know you won’t, playa.
And with a shake of the hand, Williams heads for the door, flashing a quick smile at Kristal as their paths cross. Teddy watches Williams leave, nodding to himself, proud of his latest acquisition, before he snaps back into things and turns towards Kristal…
Now, Kristal. You wanted to talk to me about somethin’?
Well Teddy, it’s been one month now since you returned from your medical suspension and regained control of Friday Night SmackDown. And that means three things. It’s been one month since The Undertaker vanished, it’s been one month since you indefinitely suspended Umaga for his actions… and it’s been one month since Chris Benoit was injured by Edge. Do you have any comment or update on any of those situation?
Pausing, Teddy let's out a sigh...
Well, let’s see… The Undertaker? I really don’t have anythin’ to add to that. I mean, you know how it is wit’ him, he does his own thing. He vanished, and nobody’s seen or heard from ‘im since. I’m sure he’ll be back at some point, but when that might be… I just don’t know.
Teddy shakes his head, annoyed about the next subject matter...
As for Umaga, I’m still tryin’ to figure out what kinda punishment to give him and that handler of his, Estrada. I’ve been real busy this month tryin’ to clear up the mess Jonathan Coachman left behind to deal with those two playas right now. Maybe after Judgment Day I’ll sit down and see what I can come up with. And Chris Benoit…
A loud pop from inside the arena cuts Teddy off, something the G.M. acknowledges with a nod and a smile…
Chris Benoit… well, we all know how passionately Chris spoke about wantin’ one more run at the title before hangin’ it up this summer. And I’m gonna help him in any way I can to make sure that happens.
Kristal looks to bring the mic back towards her, only for Teddy to move to continue talking...
And lemme give ya’ a lil’ exclusive right here, Kristal. I can reveal that at some point tonight, somebody big is gonna make his return from injury… just in time to insert themselves into a match at Judgment Day.
A massive cheer from inside the arena, the fans clearly assuming Teddy means that Chris Benoit is on his way back tonight, something that Kristal feels as well...
Wow, really? I mean… it’s Chris Benoit, right? Benoit’s comin’ back tonight and you’re gonna put him in the World Heavyweight Championship Match at Judgment Day, right!?
Laughing, Teddy holds out his hands, calling for calm...
Whoa, whoa, whoa… hold on a second there. Now, I never said that. Listen, it’s just like I said… somebody big
is comin’ back tonight. And I’m sure you and everybody else are gonna find out soon enough.
Oh Teddy, you tease. Disappointed that she couldn’t get the full scoop, Kristal looks down on the ground and ponders, saying to herself over and over again “Somebody big?”, which causes Teddy to chuckle, and it’s on the confused face of our interviewer that we cut away.
And it’s to the communal locker room we go, where we see Finlay sat on a chair, untying the laces of his boots, while nearby, The Little Bastard has a towel wrapped around his waist and is drying his hair with a hand towel, having clearly just stepped out of the shower. As the little guy dries off and Finlay removes his boots, a shaddow is cast over the pair, with Finlay looking up and the camera panning to reveal... that The Full Blooded Italians have entered the room. With Santino Marella stood upfront alongside Trinity, Big Vito stands behind, constantly looking over his shoulder, while Nunzio and Tony Mamaluke scout the room, looking inside lockers and behind clothes for something...
What in the...? What the hell are you eijits playin' at? She's not even allowed in here! Get the hell out!
Santino and Trinity turn and look at each other, but Santino quickly shakes it off and presses on with business...
Ah, Mr. Finlay, I can-ah see you are-ah stressed. 'Dis is of course-ah natural given your recent... problem.
Standing up from his chair, Finlay steps forward to get in Santino's face...
What are ye' talkin' about? What problem?
Your-ah problem with Kane. But I, 'de great Santino Marella, can-ah help you with 'dis.
Looking Santino, and then Vito up and down, Finlay flashes that toothy smirk of his, shaking his head in disbelief...
I don't want... or need
Turning his back on them, Finlay moves to return to his seat, but Santino steps forward and grabs Finlay by the arm, something which draws a glare from Finlay...
Mr. Finlay, please-ah... hear me out. You are of course-ah scared of Kane, there is no shame in that. But 'De F.B.I., we can offer you... protection
... from Kane. For a small fee, of course.
Exhaling loudly from his nostrils, Finlay rubs his jaw, stifling a laugh, but at the same, considering things with a sense of intrigue...
You five... are gonna protect me... from Kane?
And this small fee... how much are we talkin'?
Big Vito leans forward, whispering in Santino's ear...
We will-ah protect you for-
All of a sudden, the lights go out just like before, and once again we're plunged into darkness except for that strange red glow. Screams and shrieks are heard, a loud commotion breaking out, people running around like crazy in the darkness... and then just like that... the lights come back. Finlay of course has stood his ground, looking around, shillelagh in his hand, ready for an attack... but there's no sign of anybody. Indeed, it looks as if Finlay is alone... until he turns and looks in the far away corner of the locker room... where we see the entire membership of The F.B.I., and of course The Little Bastard, all huddled in the corner, holding each other dear, shaking in fear. There's a few laughs from inside the arena, but Finlay fails to see the funny side, as he cracks his shillelagh of the chair he was sat on then storms out the room, the camera hearing him shout...
Some bloody protection!
Another set of laughs, with the camera looking back on the huddled mass of bodies in the corner, everyone still shaking with fear, with Santino too scared to even open his eyes, and it's on that ridiculous sight that we head back into the arena.
*LIVE FOR THE MOMENT...*
A great cheer as the fans rise for the arrival of Matt Hardy
, the United States Champion bursting into the arena, firing up the crowd. Hardy encourages the crowd to up the volume, before he flashes the “V1” hand signal and then heads for the ring...
Wow, what a statement from Teddy Long. Somebody is making a return to Friday Night SmackDown tonight, and it looks like me and Kristal Marshall were on the same page. Could it be Chris Benoit?
Naw, I mean... naw. Really? You think so?
I think there's a chance!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Will you quit talkin' about Chris Benoit? Honestly, you sound as stupid as that bimbo with the microphone. Benoit's done, his career is over, just forget about him. C'mon, we've got a King of the Ring qualifier here, how 'bout we act professional and do our jobs here, huh?
Nothin' wrong with a little speculation, partner. But you're right, Matt Hardy is in action right now in a King of the Ring qualifier with William Regal. These two fought on the first SmackDown after WrestleMania, and it was a real hard hittin' matchup.
Damn right it was. And now, with the stakes so much more higher given there's a chance to advance in the King of the Ring, I'm expectin' more of the same right here.
And now a pretty decent level of heat as The Bluebloods
make their entrance, with the man in action tonight, William Regal
leading the way, while the menacing figures of Paul Burchill
and Dave Taylor
follow him down the aisle...
As we said, it was a very hard hittin’ matchup the last time these two met, and that’s exactly the kinda style Regal excels at. A stiff, crafty veteran, Regal made his first King of the Ring appearance back in 2002, and of course last year, he was ‘knighted’ by King Booker after Booker’s victory, spending most of 2006 as a member of King Booker’s Court.
Yeah and don’t let that accent or that stiff upper lip fool ya’. This guy is as tough as they come, a real legit fighter outta the streets of England, and he’s got a real shot at winnin’ this whole tournament.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
And what an honour that would be. An English king, a real sense of class, a true vision of royalty. Just imagine a SmackDown ruled by King Regal, what a glorious sight that would be! Better than anythin’ this idiot Hardy could come up with…
Match 3: King of the Ring Qualifying Match – Round of 32
United States Champion Matt Hardy vs. William Regal w/ Dave Taylor and Paul Burchill
Wary of the presence of Burchill and Taylor at ringside, Hardy's eyes dart around the ringside area, meaning he spots when Burchill nips up onto the apron... but as Hardy chases him away, it allows Regal to club him from behind to get the match underway. An early advantage for Regal as he clubs Matt with stiff forearms to the back of the head, then lays in with knees to the face, before he shoves Hardy to the ropes. Shots to the body follow, before Regal sends Hardy across the ring... but Hardy avoids the clothesline with a baseball slide, nips back up... and takes Regal down with an inverted DDT! First cover of the match... Regal kicks out at two. Now it's Hardy who lands right hands to the face, before he fires Regal hard to the corner... and Regal staggers forward... into a big back body drop! Regal again staggers to his feet by the ropes... and Hardy then clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside! Regal hits the floor with a thud, with Burchill and Taylor quickly over to check on him, and with the numbers game on the floor not in his favour, Hardy waits and calls for Regal to get back in the ring. Eventually Regal is back on his feet, kicking the steel steps in annoyance, before he slowly re-enters the ring and calls for a test of strength from Matt. Both men offer up their hands... only for Regal to drill Hardy with a knee to the midsection! Once again Regal smacks his forearms repeatedly of the back of Matt's head, then he goes to work with those trademark uppercuts, before he hooks Hardy up for a suplex... but Hardy lands on his feet and shoves Regal into the ropes... into a hiptoss! Regal is back up... another hiptoss, and now Hardy comes off the ropes... snap legdrop! Another cover... another kick out at two by Regal.
Hardy now yanks Regal to his feet, landing a few forearms to the jaw, before Regal is sent to the corner and Matt follows in… corner clothesline… and Hardy hangs on… to nail the bulldog! Instead of going for the cover, Hardy heads to the corner, where he pushes himself onto the second rope and waits for Regal to make it back to his knees… elbow drop to the back of the head! And this time Hardy hooks the leg… 1… 2… Regal kicks out. Looking to stay in control, Hardy calls for Regal to rise, then he hooks him up… looking for the SIDE EFFECT… NO! Regal desperately throws elbows to the side of the head, breaking the hold… and then he takes Hardy down with a hard clothesline. A chance for Regal to regain control, and he starts by jamming his boot into Hardy’s throat in the corner, before he again tags Matt with those uppercuts. Regal then fires Hardy across the ring… but Hardy reverses and follows in… only for Regal to elevate him over the top rope… but Hardy lands on the apron! Hardy fires rights to the face, backing Regal away… only for Burchill to yank Matt off the apron, causing him to smash face first off the canvas! The ref never saw it, and now Hardy is writhing on the floor in pain, with Regal quick to head outside and take advantage. Kicks to the gut cause Hardy to slump against the barricade, and he’s in bad shape as Regal backs away, lines him up… and races in… KNEE TO THE SKULL... NO! Hardy avoids it… and Regal smacks off the barricade! Regal limps in pain, and now Hardy fights back to his feet, knocking Regal down with a right, then he fights his way free, throwing wild elbows and punches to Burchill and Taylor who were loitering nearby. With all three of The Bluebloods shaking away the cobwebs, Hardy nips up onto the apron, climbs to the top rope… steadies himself… then he flies… MOONSAULT… TAKES OUT ALL THREE! An incredible risk from Hardy as he comes off the top rope with a moonsault to the floor, and as we go to a commercial, all four men are down, although Hardy is already dragging himself back to his feet.
But when we return, Hardy is down and trapped in a seated surfboard, and we see footage from during the commercial that shows once both men made it back into the ring, Hardy looked to come off the ropes, only for Dave Taylor to trip him up, allowing Regal to gain the upperhand. Regal has the hold locked in tight, stretching Hardy’s body, with Matt struggling to find a way to break free. Regal now falls onto his back, lifting Hardy skyward, increasing the pressure, with Hardy repeatedly saying “No!” when asked If he wants to submit. Regal continues to apply the pressure, but with the crowd urging Hardy to escape, Matt tries to shake himself free… and eventually he manages to roll all the way over and break the hold! Both men back on their feet quickly, with Matt tagging right hands… until a knee to the midsection stops the momentum! Regal quickly hooks Matt up… for a double underhook suplex! Here’s a cover… 1… 2… Hardy kicks out! Annoyed, Regal quickly yanks Matt up then tosses him through the ropes, before he then grabs the attention of the ref. This allows Burchill and Taylor to move in, laying into Matt with a flurry of stomps, before they yank the US Champion up… and ram him shoulder first off the ringpost! Hardy cries out in pain, but Burchill rolls him back into the ring and Regal goes for the cover… another kickout at two. Now Regal looks to target the left arm of Hardy, aiming boots to it, then dropping knees across it, before he scoops Matt up and takes him down with a shoulderbreaker for another two count. Regal continues to try and wear Hardy down with high impact moves, nailing a German suplex and then a single arm DDT, both for near falls, before he ends a Hardy rally with a falling neckbreaker.
Regal is firmly in control now, and he again tags Matt with uppercuts against the turnbuckle, before going for the Irish whip across… but when Regal follows in… he runs right into a boot to the face! Regal stumbles back, but charges again… another boot to the face! Now Hardy fights from the corner, tagging Regal with right hands, before he goes for the Irish whip off the ropes… but Regal hangs on, twists the arm… then takes Hardy down with the REGAL CUTTER! It could be over… 1… 2… Hardy rolls a shoulder! Regal groans in frustration, adamant it was three, but he’s told it was just two as Hardy survives. Realising he has to wear Hardy down some more, Regal goes back to work on the arm, driving the point of his elbow into the top of Hardy’s shoulder, then he grabs the arm and drops down into a hammerlock. Hardy cries out in pain as Regal wrenches on the arm, trying to make Hardy submit, but Matt fights it, hanging in there, not giving in to the pain. Regal shouts “Tap! Hurry up and bloody tap!”, but time and time again Matt shouts “No!” when asked the question by the ref. The crowd again do their best to lift Hardy, encouraging him, and eventually Hardy is able to make a move, struggling back to his feet, drilling right hands to the face in an effort to break free… only for Regal to smack another uppercut to the jaw! Hardy stumbles back, but Regal grabs the wrist and looks for the Irish whip off the ropes… but Hardy hangs on… and counters with the SIDE EFFECT!
Both men are down and facing the ref’s count, but finally there’s a way for Matt to get back into the match. At the count of seven, both men make it back up, with Hardy beating Regal to the punch, landing three rights in a row, backing Regal to the ropes, before he fires him off the opposite side… no, Regal reverses… only for Hardy to nail a flying forearm! Hardy bursts back to his feet, knocking Regal down with a clothesline… and a second clothesline puts Regal down once more. Kicks drive Regal to the corner, where he’s sent to across the ring… and Matt follows in with a clothesline… and hangs on for the bulldog! Hardy hooks the leg… 1… 2… Regal kicks out! Looking to build momentum, Hardy plants Regal with a scoop slam, before he climbs to the second rope… FLYING LEGDROP connects! Another pinfall… 1… 2… this time Regal rolls a shoulder! Sensing the end could be near, Matt is back on his feet, calling for Regal to rise… but once again, Paul Burchill is up on the apron! Hardy sees him, and points and yells for Burchill to get down… but this distraction allows Regal to charge… but this time Hardy sidesteps it… and Regal crashes into Burchill… sending him flying to the floor! Regal stumbles back to the centre of the ring… kick… TWIST OF FATE… NO!
Regal twists through, drills Hardy with a knee to the gut to double him over, then Regal comes off the ropes… KNEE TREMBLER!
Regal crushes Hardy’s skull, and now he rolls him over and hooks the leg… 1… 2… Hardy somehow rolls a shoulder! Regal can’t believe it, furious that somehow, Hardy rolled a shoulder before the three count! Storming back to his feet, Regal gets right in the referee’s face, and soon Taylor is on the apron to protest as well. As the ref tries to get Taylor to drop back down, he’s got his back to the ring… which allows Regal to reach into his tights and bring out a pair of BRASS KNUCKS! Regal casually slips them on, and now he waits for Hardy to rise… before making is move… POWER OF THE PUNCH… NO!
Hardy ducks underneath… kick… TWIST OF FATE!!
Hardy gets all of it, the commotion enough to cause the referee to turn around just as Hardy hooks the leg… 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Matt Hardy @ 13.38
Hardy gets the win in what was a highly competitive match, once again impressing all with his spirit and resilience. Hardy rolls free of Regal and then makes it back to his knees, before he’s handed his title by the referee. Hardy is back on his feet, his hand raised in the air, accepting the cheers of the crowd… before suddenly the cheers turn to commotion… as The Miz
has stormed the ring…a and he clobbers Hardy from behind! Miz knocks Hardy down to the mat, and he lays in with stomp after stomp, Michelle McCool
alongside him, encouraging Miz to lay in with the boots, before Miz now drops down and scoops up the United States Championship. Calling for Hardy to rise, Miz stands ready, poised to strike… and when Hardy stumbles up… MIZ CRACKS THE UNITED STATES TITLE OFF HARDY’S SKULL!!
All kinds of heat breaks out as Miz damn near takes Matt’s head off with his own title, and now Miz stands over Hardy, title high in the air, revelling in the jeers of the crowd, before he’s handed a mic by McCool…
Really, Matt? Really
? NINE days from Judgment Day, NINE days ‘til that United States Title is mine… and you’re worryin’ about the King of the Ring?
Looking towards McCool, the pair shake their heads…
REALLY? You’ve battled all your career to win a title like that, and now you’re this close to losin’ it… you’re not even payin’ me your undivided attention?
Miz now crouches down, grabbing Hardy by the jaw, straightening his head…
Do I have your attention now, Matt? Huh? How ‘bout all you people? Huh? Have I got your attention now?
Reaching down, Miz gives Hardy a slap across the face, but it does little to rile Hardy from his unconsciousness…
When are you gonna wake up and realise Matt that I’m not just a reality star… I’m the guy that’s gonna take that title away from you? And you know why I’m gonna take that title away? ‘Cause I’m The Miz…
Miz now stands triumphant and yells…
And I’m… AWE… SOME!!
And now Miz scoops up the United States Championship from off the mat, staring down at it for a few seconds, before he holds it high above his head and says…
And I’m the next… United States Champion.
A chilling statement from Miz, fully emphasising just how serious a threat he is to Matt Hardy and the United States Championship. Lingering in that pose for a few more seconds, Miz finally brings the title down from above his head and arrogantly drops it across Hardy’s chest, before he and McCool make their exit, leaving the referee to try and bring Hardy back to life as we head to a commercial.
We're back, and for some reason we hear the snap of a camera shutter going off, and a photographer calls out instructions. As the camera pans, we see that we're in the presence of a photo shoot featuring the WWE Tag Team Champions, The Hooligans
. Stood infront of a backdrop, the trio of Paul London
, Brian Kendrick
and Ashley Massaro
pose it up, although in-between snaps we see a glimpse of their true feelings about the occasion. While Kendrick seems to be revelling in the attention he's being paid, and Ashley seems to be enjoying it, in-between the fake smiles we see that Paul London is clearly feeling uncomfortable. As another round of snaps is taken, the photographer then calls for makeup, which draws a young lady into the frame, brush in hand, applying a dab of blusher to Ashley's face, giving everybody a chance to relax for a split second...
So… what d’ya think, Paul? This whole photo shoot stuff’s pretty cool, huh?
Full of enthusiasm, Kendrick looks around the set in awe, while London nervously rubs the back of his neck...
Uh, yeah… I guess. But, I mean, what’s this all about? Why are we in a photo shoot? I mean, we’ve never been in one before, and I don’t see-
Exactly! We’ve never been in one before! The Hooligans, Brian Kendrick and Paul London, the WWE Tag Team Champions… and we’ve never even had a photo shoot before! I mean, we’ve never been on the front cover or the centrefold of WWE magazine, not even an article on wwe.com!
Two more women now approach the scene, handing London and Kendrick new shirts to put on, with both men continuing their conversation as they go through a wardrobe change...
And do you know what’s comin’ up in nine days’ time?
Yeah… Judgment Day.
Uh huh. And you know what happened at Judgment Day last year, right?
Wardrobe change complete, the two girls look to make their exit, but as the one who was attending to Kendrick turns to leave, Brian slips her a card and makes the motion of a telephone beside his ear, mouthing “Call me...” as she goes...
Yeah. We won these titles.
Exactly! Think about it, a whole year as WWE Tag Team Champions, and not one photo shoot! I mean c’mon, guys like Batista get this kinda thing happenin’ to ‘em all the time. Just 'cause he's the champion, while we're the guys out there bustin' our asses to entertain the fans. Why isn’t there more attention bein’ paid to guys like us?
Unable to answer, London simply shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders...
That’s why I scored us this feature with WWE Magazine. I want them to highlight and recognise out achievements, just like we deserve.
Having finished with Ashley, the makeup artist now moves onto Kendrick, which immediately draws Kendrick’s attention, the two locking eyes together, with Kendrick giving the girl a quick wink and a smile, causing her to giggle and blush…
Yeah, but… do we really need all this? I mean, isn’t bein’ champions and holding these titles recognition enough?
Getting annoyed now, Kendrick turns and glares at London...
No, Paul… it’s not. We deserve better than we’ve been gettin’. And I’m gonna make sure it happens for us. I mean you're havin' fun, right Ashley?
Kendrick turns back towards the makeup artist as she applies the finishing touches...
Oh, yeah. I love photo shoots.
Y'see. And Ashley and the rest of the divas get to do this kinda thing all the time. I mean come on, the eye candy gettin' more photo ops than the tag champs? I don't think so, right Paul?
Kendrick laughs to himself, clearly finding that situation funny, but it's no joke for Ashley who looks shocked, almost in disbelief at what Kendrick just said...
Excuse me? Eye candy?
More like dumb bimbo.
A voice is heard off camera, and the camera quickly reveals it was the words of Layla... who is accompanied by The New Breed. Looking as smug as always, Layla can't help but scoff as she looks Ashley up and down, with Elijah Burke shaking his head in embarrassment for the champs, while Monty Brown stares as serious and intimidating as always...
I mean honestly, who'd want to see someone like you in a photo shoot? If they put you on the cover it'll probably be the worst selling issue of WWE Magazine in history.
Ashley glares at Layla and looks to take a step forward, only for London to put an arm across her chest, keeping Ashley in place...
And what are you two meant to be doin'? Modellin'? Is this what you're gonna fall back on after we beat you for those titles?
Burke and Layla share a laugh...
You already two damn small to be wrestlers, you might as well find out you're too damn ugly to be models.
Annoyed, London and Kendrick both shake their heads and grit their teeth, but Kendrick is soon being eyed up and down by Layla, who stares at Brian with a glint in her eye...
Oh, I don't know Elijah. I think Brian here could grace the cover of any magazine he wanted to.
Proud of the compliment, Kendrick turns towards London and Ashley and nods in approval, with Ashley rolling her eyes...
Look cut the crap. What are you guys doin' here? What do you want?
With Layla and Kendrick both engaged with each other, it's left to Burke to nonchalantly shrug his shoulders and protest his innocence...
Nothin' man, nothin'. We just wanted to make sure you boys were doin' alright. I mean, we saw that match you had last week. Well... I did. Monty here got so damn bored he fell asleep half way through.
Again Burke laughs, this time Burke joining him with a smirk...
But I was watchin' closely... and you two... you ain't exactly on the same page now, are ya'? I mean, you ain't exactly all that much of a team anymore. And we don't want that. We don't want any excuses, we don't want any cheap outs. We want you two united as one... so we can break you in half at Judgment Day.
Hearing this, Kendrick breaks his gaze with Layla and gets back to business...
Hey, listen... you don't need to worry about that. The Hooligans are stronger than ever, and we're gonna prove it when we kick your asses and hang onto our titles.
Taken aback, Burke can't help but laugh and raise his eyebrows...
Oh really? Well... you make sure you stay that way. You try not to let all those flashin' lights distract you now, ya' hear? C'mon guys, I think I've seen enough.
Burke and Brown give the champs once last menacing stare before they make their exit, with Layla following, until she puts on the breaks and turns back towards Kendrick...
Y'know, I really don't know why you bother with these two, Brian. If last week taught me anything... it's that you don't need them. I mean, by winning last week you clearly proved you’re the better man. I just don't really see the attraction in these two.
Hearing those words, you can see that they play on Kendrick's mind as he considers them closely, but when Layla innocently shrugs and turns to leave again, she has time for last comment...
See you around, cutie.
And with a flirtatious smile, Layla makes her exit, leaving Kendrick behind, in a total daze, a huge grin on his face, looking like he's on cloud nine...
London and Ashley both sigh and shake their head, annoyed that Kendrick bought what Layla was saying, with Kendrick quickly snapping out of it...
Alright. How 'bout we finish this photo shoot then?
And that's the final straw as London and Ashley decided they've had enough...
Not a chance.
And both storm off the set, leaving a stunned Kendrick behind...
What? Guys? Aw, c'mon! Don't listen to 'em guys! It's not my fault she thinks I'm cute!
But his shouts are no use as London and Ashley are long gone, leaving a disappointed Kendrick behind. Throwing his arms up in the air, Kendrick sighs and shakes his head, but he soon perks up again as the wardrobe girl from earlier re-enters the scene with a hanger in her hand...
You think I'm cute too, right?
The girl blushes and turns away, unable to speak, but it's clear that she's smitten with Kendrick, the two smiling at each other, and it's on that rather nauseating image that we head elsewhere.
And we go back into the arena to hear...
”ONE, TWO, YOU HEAR THE CLOCK TICKIN'...”
Out through the inflatable tunnel bursts Montel Vontavious Porter
, as always with his sunglasses and bling on, a far greater look of confidence on his face than we've seen in recent matches. The reason for that confidence soon becomes clear as following him out of the tunnel comes Jonathan Coachman
, King Booker
and Queen Sharmell
, the members of The Coachman Coalition
present for the first time as a united front...
Ever since WrestleMania, there's not been a whole lot of success for those two men, King Booker, and the man who's in action tonight, 'MVP'. Infact, it perhaps sunk to a new low last week when Booker was knocked out of the King of the Ring tournament at the first hurdle. What I wanna know is can Jonathan Coachman get these two men back to winning ways now that he's in their corner?
I dunno about that. I mean, what a moment it was last week when Tommy Dreamer knocked Booker outta the tournament, but tonight, 'MVP' is gonna need all the help he can get to make it past Sabu. I think The Extremists just might have these guys' numbers, and I don't think anybody would be shocked to see 'MVP' follow Booker outta the King of the Ring.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I sure as hell would! I can gurantee ya', it ain't gonna happen. Tazz, your boys got lucky last week, but this week your lucks gonna run out. Last week was a fluke, it was a mistake, and I know 'Coach' has got 'MVP' ready to make sure it doesn't happen again.
A pretty respectable pop asThe Extremists
step into the arena, with the three men stopping under the SmackDown fist as Sabu
crouches down and points to the heavens, Tommy Dreamer
lets out a roar, while The Sandman
smashes a beer can off his forehead then thrusts his kendo stick high in the air...
You talk about some of the biggest upsets in sports history, and I think Tommy Dreamer beating King Booker last week has to be up there with 'em. I didn't give Dreamer any chance last week, but he got the job done. Can Sabu overcome the same odds and advance to the final sixteen of the King of the Ring?
Damn right he can! Sabu is nuts, he's insane, he's fearless, he don't give a damn what he puts his body through as long as he gets the job done. Booker underestimated Tommy Dreamer last week, and if 'MVP' does the same thing this week, Sabu's gonna advance.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I can't believe I work on the same show as these three. I mean, look at that idiot Sandman! I hope that when these three step into the ring with The Coachman Coalition at Judgment Day that we finally see the end of these three. I'd love it if 'MVP' did more than kick Sabu outta the King of the Ring, I wanna see 'im kick 'im outta the WWE permanently!
Match 4: King of the Ring Qualifying Match – Round of 32
Montel Vontavious Porter w/ Jonathan Coachman, King Booker and Queen Sharmell vs. Sabu w/ Tommy Dreamer and The Sandman
Both men circle the ring until they come together with a tie up, which ‘MVP’ quickly turns into a standing waistlock, then into a takedown, looking to keep Sabu grounded. Sabu manages to slip free and nip back up, rocking ‘MVP’ with right hands before he goes for the Irish whip to the corner… ‘MVP’ reverses, only for Sabu to jump to the second rope… springboard back elbow! Sabu looks to quicken the pace, tagging ‘MVP’ with rights, before he fires him off the ropes… ‘MVP’ reverses… then sends Sabu flying with a back body drop! Quick to pounce, ‘MVP’ yanks on a headlock, wrenching on the neck, again trying his best to keep Sabu grounded. Once more Sabu struggles back to his feet, and this time he shoves ‘MVP’ into the ropes… but ‘MVP’ bolws him over with a shoulderblock! ‘MVP’ now heads for the ropes, looking for a high impact move… but Sabu avoids him with a leapfrog… then sends him flying with a hiptoss! ‘MVP’ staggers back to his feet… but Sabu nails a dropkick to the back… that sends ‘MVP’ tumbling through the ropes to the floor! Booker and ‘Coach’ quickly head over to help ‘MVP’ back to his feet, but as the huddle takes place outside, Tommy Dreamer grabs a steel chair… and slides it into the ring? The ref questions what on earth is going on, but we soon find out as Sabu sets up the chair… comes off the ropes… jumps onto the chair… then the top rope… before he wipes out everybody with a SOMMERSAULT SENTON! The crowd love the high flying nature of Sabu’s offence, with Sabu quickly dragging ‘MVP’ back up, rolling him into the ring… then using the ropes for a slingshot legdrop! Here’s a cover… 1… 2… ‘MVP’ kicks out. Looking to stay on the attack, Sabu lands stomps to the body, then he yanks ‘MVP’ up, tags a few right hands, then goes for the Irish whip off the ropes… ‘MVP’ reverses… but again Sabu jumps to the second rope… and this time flies with a SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT! ‘MVP’ is planted to the canvas, Sabu hooks the leg… 1… 2… ‘MVP’ kicks out!
‘MVP’ is reeling, and Sabu tags him with kicks and rights against the ropes, before he goes for the Irish whip… ‘MVP’ reverses… but misses with a clothesline… but he doesn’t miss the snap overhead belly to belly! Moving quickly, ‘MVP’ pounces, laying in with stomps to the body, before he drops down, grabs a handful of hair, and lays in with stiff shots to the forehead. ‘MVP’ then starts to target the ribs, dropping knees and elbows, and laying in with more stomps, before he takes Sabu up and down with a backbreaker. Porter then tosses Sabu through the ropes, distracting the referee as Booker moves in, yanking Sabu up… and driving him spine first into the announce desk! Dreamer and Sandman race around, but Booker quickly backs away, allowing ‘MVP’ to head outside and roll Sabu back in for a near fall. Further near falls come from a release German suplex and a flapjack, before Sabu is shoved into the corner, kept in place by a few well-placed right hands, before ‘MVP’ backs up… races in… big boot to the face! Sabu slumps to the canvas, ‘MVP’ drags him away from the ropes and hooks the leg… 1… 2… Sabu rolls a shoulder! Seeking a way to pile on the punishment, ‘MVP’ now hooks Sabu up with a single leg Boston crab, again applying pressure to Sabu’s core as he sits back and bends Sabu in half.
Sabu reaches out for the ropes, but he’s a long way from safety, although with Dreamer and Sandman acting as cheerleaders on the outside, the crowd try to rally Sabu back to a vertical base… and it appears to be working as he scratches and claws… and finally grabs the bottom rope. Frustrated, ‘MVP’ lays in with more knees and stomps, before he yanks Sabu up and looks for the Irish whip to the corner… but Sabu jumps to the second rope… and nails ‘MVP’ with a springboard leg lariat! Both men are down, the ref giving them the count, and at six there’s finally some movement as both make it back up, trading right hands, until Sabu rattles off three in a row, backing ‘MVP’ to the corner. Sabu then sends Porter for the ride and follows in… right into a boot to the face! Sabu stumbles back, and ‘MVP’ charges… into a big back body drop! Sabu now rattles off right hands, but ‘MVP’ ducks one… then takes Sabu up and down with a side suplex! ‘MVP’ is now back on his feet, and he comes off the ropes… “BALLIN’!”… and goes for the BALLIN’ ELBOW… but Sabu rolls to safety! ‘MVP’ stumbles back up, only for Sabu to plant him with a scoop slam. Sabu now heads outside and climbs upstairs… and goes for a MOONSAULT… NO! This time it’s ‘MVP’ who rolls to safety, and as Sabu makes it back to his knees, Porter makes his move… DRIVE-BY KICK!! ‘MVP’ damn near takes Sabu’s head off, and he crawls into the lateral press for the 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Montel Vontavious Porter @ 05.38
A confidence boosting win for 'MVP' as he advances to the next round, much to the delight of 'Coach' and Booker as they enter the ring and celebrate with the victor. On the outside, Sandman checks on Dreamer, but with no response from Dreamer, the rage starts to build inside of Sandman, and he soon picks up his kendo stick... and slides into the ring! 'MVP', Booker and 'Coach' are oblivious to the fact that Sandman is stood behind, cane in hand, ready to strike... until Sharmell starts to desperately shriek for the trio to turn around... and when they do... 'MVP' gets the KENDO STICK SMACKED OFF HIS SKULL! Booker is slow to react, but when he does, Sandman drills the KENDO STICK INTO THE MIDSECTION... AND THEN CRACKS IT ACROSS BOOKER'S BACK!!
Sandman is going crazy here, the crowd loving it... and now he's spotted 'Coach' cowering in the corner! Waving the cane, Sandman points towards 'Coach' the crowd on their feet, cheering Sandman on, dying to see him dish out some punishment to 'Coach'... but soon those cheers turn to gasps, as in the ring, stood behind Sandman... it's Mark Henry! The returning Mark Henry is in the ring, and when Sandman turns to see what the commotion is... HENRY WIPES SANDMAN OUT WITH A MASSIVE BODYBLOCK! A thunderous collision, with Sandman sent flying to the canvas, the crowd booing like hell, while 'Coach' is loving it, back on his feet, encouraging Henry to do damage... and Henry obliges as he yanks Sandman off the mat, scoops him up... and delivers THE WORLD'S STRONGEST SLAM!!
Henry absolutely crushes Sandman, leaving him flattened on the canvas, and pretty soon, 'MVP' and 'Booker' are back on their feet, delighted to see that Henry is back from injury and on their team. Sharmell soon joins the quartet, and with 'Coach' stood in the middle, all five link hands and raise them high in the air. The heat is loud as hell, but The Coachman Coalition don't give a damn, as their final member has been revealed, and now they're standing tall while the bodies of their Judgment Day opponents lay down and out around the ringside area...
Oh my God, I... I can't believe it! Mark Henry, we haven't seen him for almost a year, and now he's back, and he's the third member of The Coachman Coalition!
And I guess he's the big
return Teddy Long was talkin' about earlier? God, what a sight that is. King Booker, 'MVP' and Mark Henry, all on the same page!? You gotta be kiddin' me!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Ha ha! I think you just saw your boys' chances of winnin' at Judgment Day just go up in smoke! 'Coach' is a genius! He's had enough of people kickin' 'im when he's down, so he went out and found the biggest pick me up there ever was! I love it!
The heat continues to rain down on the ring, with 'Coach' looking delighted at how tonight has went. Having posed for long enough, Booker, 'MVP' and Henry all decide to make their exit, but the camera catches 'Coach' laying in with one last cheap shot with the boot on Sandman, before we head to a 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*
From the video we once again cut to the corridors of the building, and once again we see Finlay and The Little Bastard walking along them. This time though, both are dressed in street clothes and are wheeling their suitcases along the floor, although in comical fashion the little guy’s suitcase is far too big for him to wheel at the same pace as Finlay. Stopping every now and then to mutter “Hurry up!”, Finlay has a stern look on his face, while The Little Bastard is worried, continually looking over his shoulder, no doubt fearing the worse...
Hurry it up, will ya’? I’m not hangin’ around here any longer.
Still struggling with his bag, the little guy eventually drops it and falls over, causing Finlay to groan in frustration...
Give it here! I’ll carry it. Next time, get a smaller-
And once again the lights go out, save for that eerie red glow. Finlay instantly stands on guard, readying himself, squinting, trying to see through the darkness...
Kane! I know it’s you! C’mon, show yer’self!
There’s no response, as Finlay now starts reaching out and swinging his hands in the darkness, trying to find an answer as to what’s going on...
Where are ya’, Kane? I’m not afraid of ya’!
And just like that, the lights come back on... and Kane is stood behind Finlay! The fans inside the arena let out a huge roar, but Finlay doesn’t hear it, as instead he continues to search infront and then side to side... until he finally turns... and Kane nails him with a massive right hand! The fight is on!
A brawl instantly breaks out, Kane and Finlay trading vicious shots with each other, but Kane starts to gain the upperhand, rattling off three shots to the face in quick succession, causing Finlay to stumble away. Kane is right on him though, grabbing Finlay by the head... then smashing him face first off a concrete wall! Finlay slumps against the wall, but as Kane moves back in, the crafty Irishman tackles him… and drives him into a nearby catering table! The table shatters from the weight of both men on top of it, and it gives Finlay a chance to stumble to his feet and try to escape.
But Finlay doesn’t get very far, as Kane grabs him from behind… wraps both hands around his throat… then launches Finlay spine first into a ladder! Finlay crumples to the floor in pain, but Kane is on the warpath, not letting up as he drills a big boot to the side of Finlay’s head. Still desperate to make an escape, Finlay’s starts to crawl along the floor, an evil laugh leaving Kane’s mouth as he follows… only for The Little Bastard to grab Kane by the leg! Kane drags the little guy along, trying to get to Finlay, but once again that damn leprechaun proves enough of a distraction… as from his knees, Finlay rears back… and nails Kane with a low blow!
Now it’s Kane who’s down on the floor, but this time there’s no attack from Finlay, as instead he grabs The Little Bastard and the two start running along the corridor, bursting through a door and then into the parking lot. Reaching into his pocket, Finlay grabs his keys and points at a nearby car, the lights flashing to suggest the doors are open. Finlay yells “Get in!”, and he and the leprechaun scramble inside… but as Finlay puts the keys in the ignition and turns… the engine doesn’t spark to life! Finlay tries again… and again… but he just can’t get the engine to turn over… BANG! Oh my God… Kane kicks in the passenger side window! Through the glass and carnage, Kane reaches in, grabbing Finlay, trying to drag him out through the broken window, but Finlay struggles to stay in his seat… and finally he gets the car to start! Sparking the engine to life, Finlay slams the car into drive and takes off, managing to lose Kane in the process! The car speeds off into the distance, leaving a frustrated Kane behind, but as he watches Finlay go, that sick, evil laugh of Kane breaks out once more, the laugh growing ever louder and more menacing, the camera staying focused on Kane as he maniacally laughs his head off, until we head back into the arena.
Where we hear…
*GONNA PUNCH SOMEONE TONIGHT…*
A pretty decent cheer as The Asian Rednecks
enter the arena, Funaki
and Jimmy Wang Yang
heading down the aisle with matching cowboy hats, the pair slapping hands with as many ringside fans as they can…
God, things are gettin' outta hand back there between Kane and Finlay! If that's what they're like just now, imagine what it's gonna be like when they meet at Judgment Day! But right now, we've got our final King of the Ring qualifier of the evening, and it features one of the men walking down to the ring right now, Jimmy Wang Yang.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Yeah but let's remember who he's up against. He's steppin' into the ring with one of the favourites to win whole damn thing, Mr. Kennedy! I don't know why he's even botherin' to come out here, this one's over already.
Yeah, well you said that last week about King Booker and Tommy Dreamer, and we all know how that turned out. Jimmy's definitely got a chance here, he's got such a different style that he could catch Kennedy off guard, but even I gotta admit, if Jimmy pulls this off and beats Kennedy, it's gonna be an even bigger upset than Dreamer beatin' Booker.
”KEN – NAH – DAY!”
*TURN UP THE TROUBLE...*
As always, there's a loud initial pop as Mr. Kennedy
strides into the arena, before the boos are soon heard, although perhaps not as much heat as in recent weeks, no doubt because of Kennedy's actions towards Edge last week. Stepping through the ropes, Kennedy takes one look at Jimmy and Funkai and can't help but let out an arrogant laugh, before he heads for the corner and climbs to the second rope to soak in the mixed response of the fans...
I agree with you, Tazz, that Jimmy Wang Yang does indeed have a chance here, and I think it all has to do with the fact that Kennedy is so preoccupied right now with Judgment Day and the World Heavyweight Championship. We've seen Kennedy in recent weeks battle with Edge and Batista, we know he'll be involved in the contract signing later tonight, it could be the case that Kennedy doesn't have his full focus on the King of the Ring, and that could be the chance Jimmy needs.
Exactly right, Cole. You see it all the time, guys underestimatin' their opponents, or they got their minds on other things and it winds up costin' 'em. I think that could happen right here, and I think Jimmy could take advantage.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Oh please, stop clutchin' at straws. I might not like the way he handled things with Edge last week, but I think this guy is the future of SmackDown, and he could be nine days away from becomin' World Heavyweight Champion. I don't think it matters what's on the line, the guy's just focused on winnin' right now, and that's bad news for anybody who steps in the ring with him.
Match 5: King of the Ring Qualifying Match – Round of 32
Jimmy Wang Yang w/ Funaki vs. Mr. Kennedy
Taking a look at both Jimmy and Funkai, Kennedy can’t help but laugh to himself, before the pair start to circle the ring then snap into a tie up. Kennedy works into a standing side headlock, wrenching on the hold, until they back into the ropes and Jimmy fires Kennedy across… only for Kennedy to run Jimmy over with a shoulderblock! Quickening the pace, Kennedy heads for the ropes, but Jimmy nips up, avoids Kennedy with a leapfrog… then he knocks Kennedy down with a leg lariat. Kennedy crawls to the corner, where Jimmy snaps him back with a pair of rights, then he sends Kennedy for the ride… Kennedy reverses and follows in… right into a boot to the face! Kennedy stumbles back, allowing Yang to push himself onto the second rope… then fly with a diving headscissor takedown! Kennedy staggers to the ropes… and Jimmy puts him over the top rope with a clothesline! Kennedy sprawls on the floor, but when he’s back up, Jimmy is ready… and goes for a plancha… but Kennedy sidesteps… and Jimmy crashes to the floor! A painful landing for Jimmy, and Kennedy wastes no time in taking advantage, laying in with stomps to the body, before he rolls Jimmy back into the ring. Yanking Jimmy’s head against the bottom turnbuckle, Kennedy uses his boot to choke Yang, taking every second of the ref’s five count before he finally backs away. Kennedy then lines up… races in… and smashes Yang with the facewash! Kennedy quickly drags Jimmy from the corner, hooks the leg… 1… 2… Yang rolls a shoulder.
Kennedy now goes on the attack, laying in with boots, knees and rights to the face and body in the corner, before he takes Jimmy up and down with an inverted suplex, then follows with a snap DDT, both moves getting near falls. After a side slam backbreaker for another two count, Kennedy then locks Jimmy in an abdominal stretch, looking to wear Jimmy down. Jimmy groans in pain, but with Funaki urging the crowd to show their support, Yang feeds off the energy, and he starts searching for a way to break free… but Kennedy hangs in there. Jimmy tries for a hiptoss, but Kennedy blocks it… then he shoves Yang to the corner and follows in… right into a boot to the face! Jimmy now bursts from the corner… tornado DDT! Kennedy is planted, and now Jimmy goes for the cover… 1… 2… Kennedy kicks out! Jimmy yanks Kennedy up and uses kicks to back Kennedy to the corner, before he sends Kennedy across the ring… and follows in with a spinning wheel kick against the turnbuckle! Kennedy drops to a knee, and now Jimmy climbs to the top rope… looking for the MOONSAULT… NO! Before he can fly, Kennedy pushes Jimmy… crotching him on the top turnbuckle! Kennedy now grabs Yang… and brings him back down with a hangman’s neckbreaker! Jimmy is down and out, but Kennedy moves quickly, yanking Yang up… and hooking him in… MIC CHECK!! Yang is planted to the canvas, and Kennedy jams a forearm into Yang’s face as he gets the 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Mr. Kennedy @ 04.33
After a scare, Kennedy finally puts Yang away, safely through to the next round of the King of the Ring. Pushing himself back to his feet, Kennedy stands over Jimmy and looks down on him, rubbing his jaw in annoyance, before he heads for the corner, climbs to the second rope... and then reaches up to the rafters, calling for his microphone...
What you just saw... is the start of a history making month for me.
With an intense look in his eyes, Kennedy stares into a nearby camera...
A month that is gonna go down as one of the most dominant periods in WWE history.
Closing his eyes for just a second, Kennedy lets that last remark sink in, before he now looks out into the masses...
Y'see, I'm just nine – days – away from becomin' World Heavyweight Champion. Nine days 'til I roll into Judgment Day and fulfil my destiny. But I'm not done there. Oh no. Not a chance is that where it ends. I'm gonna do somethin' that's never been done before.
To emphasise his point, Kennedy wags a finger and then carries on...
'Stone Cold' Steve Austin, Triple H, Bret Hart, they've all got somethin' in common. They all used the King of the Ring as a platform to bigger and better things. Well I'm gonna do things just that little – bit – different.
With a confident smirk, Kennedy pauses, building some anticipation...
I'm gonna go to Judgment Day, I'm gonna beat Batista and Edge, I'm gonna become World Heavyweight Champion, and then... then I'm gonna win the King of the Ring.
Another mixed response from the fans, some clearly wanting to see that while others can't think of anything worse...
And when I sit down on that throne, with the World Heavyweight Title on my shoulder, and they place that crown on my head, it will literally
Again Kennedy closes his eyes, almost as if he envisioning his coronation in his head...
The crowning moment... of the greatest run the WWE has ever seen.
Suddenly Kennedy snaps into a far more serious demeanour...
You're lookin' at the next World Heavyweight Champion... and you're lookin' at the next King of the Ring. And you better believe you're lookin' at the man who's gonna prove he's 'The Exellence of Execution', 'The Game', 'The Next Big Thing', all rolled into one, 'cause I am none other than... MIIISSSTTTEEERRRRRRRRR... KENNEDY!!
Pausing, Kennedy cups a hand to his ear, heating the smarks in the crowd yell “Kennedy!”, before he ever so slowly says...
KEN – NAH – DAY!!
*TURN UP THE TROUBLE...*
An emphatic statement of intent from Kennedy, a man determined to become World Heavyweight Champion and then cap it off by becoming King of the Ring. Kennedy points to the crowd, shouting at them “This is history in the makin'!”, before he finally drops down and heads for the ropes, and on that we head for another commercial.
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 to the announce desk to see the smiling faces of our commentary team…
The King of the Ring continues to roll on, another three men advanced earlier this evening and took one step close to Saturday Night’s Main Event. Let’s take a look at how the SmackDown side of the bracket is shapin’ up…
King Booker vs. Tommy Dreamer
Jimmy Wang Yang vs. Mr. Kennedy
Matt Hardy vs.
Gregory Helms vs. Shannon Moore
Brian Kendrick vs.
Bryan Danielson vs. Santino Marella
Montel Vontavious Porter vs.
It’s startin’ to get very interesting in there, such a highly competitive field, especially given the fact that we’ve not only saw the United States Champion, Matt Hardy advance, we also had Mr. Kennedy and ‘MVP’ make it through.
The SmackDown side of things is really startin' to heat up! I mean, we've got Kane, Brian Kendrick and Tommy Dreamer from last week, and now this week it really went up a notch with guys like Kennedy and Hardy makin' it through. I think we might have the next King of the Ring right here on SmackDown.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Ya' damn right we do, and his name's Mr. Kennedy! Forget guys like Hardy and Kane, Kennedy's your winner. The guy's too focused, the guy's too intense right now to let a chance like this pass 'im by. King Kennedy is comin', I guarantee it!
The King of the Ring continues this Monday on Raw, and next week on SmackDown we've got the final qualifiers in the round of 32, we'll find out who the last two men to make it into the final sixteen are gonna be, you won't wanna miss that!
After a few seconds silence...
The music of John Bradshaw Layfield
begins to play, obviously signalling that it's time for his interview with Gregory Helms and Bryan Danielson. From behind the announce desk, 'JBL' stands up from his chair, and just before he removes his headset he says...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
It's that time, folks! This is the one you've all been waitin' for! You two idiots oughta pay attention to this, see how a real
broadcast journalist does things.
With a thud, 'JBL' drops his headset onto the desk and heads over to Tony Chimel, grabbing a microphone and then heading into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring, 'JBL' waits for his music to end, and when it does, we hear some pretty loud heat, something which annoys 'JBL' greatly as he slowly shakes his head...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
You people really
don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve a ‘Wrestling Gawd’ like myself. You didn’t deserve me when I dominated this sport, and you don’t deserve the benefit of my wisdom when I’m sittin’ behind my desk. But right now, you’re all gonna sit down, shut up, and listen to what I have to say.
From beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, 'JBL' sneers at the crowd as he slowly starts to pace the ring...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
In nine days’ time, Friday Night SmackDown presents Judgment Day. A pay per view brought to you from the mind of the most incompetent general manager in the history of wrestling, Teddy Long. And somehow, that idiot managed to get the WWE Board of Directors to sign off on this sham
of a show.
Ruefully, 'JBL' shakes his head...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
And the reason I say Judgment Day is a sham… is a very simple one. The fact that Gregory Helms has been forced to defend the Cruiserweight Championship not once, not twice, but now for a THIRD TIME against Bryan Danielson is an absolute joke. But you morons in Pittsburgh oughta be used to jokes in sports given how bad your city’s teams play.
John Bradshaw Layfield:
But not only has Bryan Danielson already had more chances than he’ll ever deserve… a few weeks ago, he then had the nerve to put his hands on me. He put his hands on a Wrestlin’ Gawd! Who the hell does he think he is!?
Loud pop from the crowd, enjoying seeing 'JBL' getting so riled up, but in an attempt to calm down, 'JBL' pauses and adjusts his tie before continuing...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Well I’m fixin’ to find out, and I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind when he steps into this ring. But first, I wanna bring out the man who has carried the cruiserweight division on his back for over a year now.
And now the boos start...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
For four hundred and sixty eight days, this man has reigned as Cruiserweight Champion. He’s carried that title with dignity, with honour, he’s taken on all challengers, and he beaten each and every one of ‘em! He is, quite simply… the greatest cruiserweight to walk the face of God’s green earth.
Turning towards the entrance way, 'JBL' looks to give our Cruiserweight Champion a dramatic entrance...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Ladies and gentlemen, get off your fat asses and get on your feet, and join me in welcomin’ your
Cruiserweight Champion… the greatest cruiserweight who ever lived… GREGORY… HELMS!!
And the build up from 'JBL' works as it's pretty loud heat as Gregory Helms
makes his entrance. Wearing jeans and a shirt and with his skullcap on as always, Helms cuts an intimidating look as he saunters towards the ring, but he's soon all smiles as he and 'JBL' lock eyes together. Stepping up the steps and onto the apron, Helms acts honoured as 'JBL' holds open the ropes, the Cruiserweight Champion gleefully stepping through. In the ring, Helms and Layfield share a hearty handshake, the two all backslaps and smiles, but when the music dies down, the jeers of the crowd continue, something which causes Helms great annoyance as he scowls at them...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Just ignore these people, 'champ'. They wouldn't know success if it came up and bit 'em on the ass. Gregory, I wanna thank you for takin' time outta your busy schedule to join me here.
Helms nods and mouths “You're welcome.”...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
But now... seein' as I'm contractually obliged to do so... let's bring out the biggest fraud in WWE history. The man who claimed he travelled the world, perfectin' his craft, when he really was nothin' more than a WWE reject who got a second chance he didn't deserve. Just like he's gotten more chances at the Cruiserweight Title than he's ever deserved. Let's bring out... the Internet's favourite... Bryan Danielson.
A great pop welcomes Bryan Danielson
into the arena, looking as confident and as serious as ever, but given the fact that he's stepping into the ring with both Helms and 'JBL', Danielson is understandably wary. There's no 'JBL' holding open the ropes this time though, as Danielson steps through them himself and heads for the corner, posing for the fans, before he drops down and cautiously stands across from Helms, the two fierce rivals staring each other down...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Alright 'Mr. Youtube', you just stand there, shut up and listen. You'll get your turn in a minute. I'm gonna start with you, Greg. You are the champion after all.
'JBL' sneers at Danielson with that last comment, something which draws a fierce stare from the challenger...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I know you agree with me that at Judgment Day, you're bein' forced into a match that is just beyond belief. A match that shouldn't even be happenin'. A match we've seen before, and each time with the same outcome... you, Greg, walkin' out as Cruiserweight Champion.
Heat from the fans, but Helms simply shrugs and nods in agreement with 'JBL'...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
You campaigned tirelessly all across the country to get that title retired, purely because havin' beaten Bryan Danielson at WrestleMania... there was nobody left for you to face. Nobody could touch you, nobody could take that title away from you. If ya' ask me... it's a conspiracy
. A conspiracy cooked up by Teddy Long and Bryan Danielson to take that title away from you. Hell, it ain't your fault that every bit o' competition Teddy Long's thrown at ya' ain't been good enough, nobody's good enough! Ya' just can't be beat!
More heat, with 'JBL' pausing, composing himself before he speaks again...
John Bradshaw Layfield:
So Greg, tell me and tell these people... just how badly are you gonna beat Danielson at Judgment Day? How much pain are you gonna put him through? And just how sweet is it gonna feel when you beat Danielson for the third time and walk outta San Diego still
... Cruiserweight Champion?
Handing the mic over to Helms, 'JBL' takes a step back, marvelling at the Cruiserweight Champion, allowing Helms to now take centre stage...
Y'know, I think it's safe to say that in my year long reign as champion, I've always been a fair guy. I've taken on everybody that Teddy Long could find to challenge me. And I've always treated my opponents with dignity, and respect.
Danielson can’t help but laugh and roll his eyes, but ‘JBL’ nods along with the utmost sincerity…
But dignity and respect, that's somethin' I never got in return. And I think you hit the nail on the head, John... it IS a conspiracy. Teddy Long couldn't stand the fact that every guy he signed, every challenger he had to offer... I beat 'em. It almost as if, for Teddy... it became personal.
Helms now turns to look at Danielson…
He couldn't stand to see me successful, he couldn't stand to see me win. Face it, Bryan, the only reason you even got a WWE contract was 'cause I'm so damn good! You were the best he could find, you were the guy the independent wrestlin' fans raved about. You got brought in for one reason, and one reason only... to take this title away from me. And you just – can't – do it, can ya'?
Stern faced, Danielson stares Helms down, with Helms smirking, testing Danielson, looking for a reaction…
And that's why this match at Judgment Day... it's gonna be the last chance at this title that you ever get. 'Cause when I beat you once and for all, you think Teddy's gonna wanna know about you? You think he's gonna care? He brought you in, he gave you the hype, and you had one goal... beat Gregory Helms. And when he finally realises that you can't do it... he ain't gonna want a damn thing to do with you.
Heat from the crowd, while Helms pauses, thinking, laughing briefly to himself…
It's kinda funny that SmackDown's next pay per view is called Judgment Day. 'Cause it's gonna be Judgment Day for your career. I'm gonna hurt you, I'm gonna embarrass you, I'm gonna make you suffer. You think those matches you had in Japan were tough? There ain't nothin' like what I'm gonna put you through. All the anger, all the frustration I've got towards Teddy Long for what he's put me through, I'm gonna take it all out on you. And when I'm finished...
And now Helms steps forward, getting right in Bryan’s face as he says…
You're career ain't gonna be worth a damn.
Big time heat for that, but Danielson doesn’t flinch, prompting Helms to back away…
So you enjoy your last week as a star here on SmackDown. You make sure you take it all in, you savour every moment. 'Cause after Judgment Day... you go right to the back o' the line. I'll still be champion, Teddy Long'll find some other wannabe for me to beat, but you? You'll be nothin'
. Just another name in the long list of people that tried and failed to take this title away from me.
A smirk crosses the face of ‘JBL’ as he again nods in agreement, saying “That’s right!” as Helms pauses…
You were the great hope, Bryan. You were the last chance. But years from now, when people look back, all you’re gonna be… is the man I cemented my legacy against. They never remember who got second place. And after Judgment Day… nobody’s gonna remember you.
Major heat from the crowd as Helms wraps things up, handing the mic back to ‘JBL’. As he receives the mid, Layfield offers Helms a brief round of applause, before he now turns to address Bryan…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I think that sums it up. But I guess you’ve got somethin’ to say too, Bryan. Some words of wisdom that these idiots can hope cling onto, in the hope they actually come true. A light at the end of the tunnel, a glimmer of-
Having heard enough, Danielson snatchers the mic clean out of Layfield’s hands, much to the delight of the crowd and the shock of ‘JBL’ and Helms…
I actually do
have somethin’ I wanna say, ‘JBL’. I’m not much of a talker. I’d rather let my actions in the ring speak for me. But, I gotta admit… you’re right, Greg. I was
brought here to SmackDown to give you a challenge. Teddy Long, he searched high and wide, he looked all over the world, and of all the applicants, he chose me. And I’m pretty sure he chose me for a reason.
Helms scoffs and rolls his eyes as Danielson purses his lips and chooses his words carefully…
Y’see, as a young wrestler, I always dreamed of makin’ it here in the WWE. And you two are right, I was under a developmental contract, and I was
released from that. But since that day, in every match I’ve had, every time I’ve stepped into a wrestling ring, be it infront of 30 fans in a high school gym, or 20,000 people in Japan, I fought every match with a passion and a fire, tryin’ to prove people wrong, dreamin’ of another chance to prove myself in the WWE.
Pop from the crowd…
And when I faced you at WrestleMania… that was one of the greatest nights of my career. OK, the record books will always say that I lost. And I guess that’s why you’ve been champion for so long. You always find a way to make sure that at the end of the night, you walk out with that title.
All Danielson can do is shrug as the crowd boo, with Helms smugly nodding his head, shouting “That’s what gonna happen at Judgment Day too!”…
But right now, you and me standin’ across the ring from each other… there’s fear in your eyes, Greg. That’s why you hit me with a low blow at No Way Out, and that’s why you had to grab the ropes to pin me at WrestleMania. There’s fear in your eyes… ‘cause deep down inside, behind all the talk, behind all the front… you don’t know if you can beat me fair and square.
Now it’s Danielson’s turn to step forward and get in Helms’ face…
WrestleMania was a great night, but it should’ve ended with me walkin’ outta Detroit as the Cruiserweight Champion. Well… Judgment Day is the biggest opportunity of my life. And I promise
… I’m gonna deliver. And you, Greg? You’re gonna tap… or snap.
Another loud pop as Bryan turns and rather forcibly presses the mic against Layfield’s chest, before he turns and heads for the ropes… only for ‘JBL’ to call him back…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Hey! Hey, Danielson! You hold on just a minute there, son. I ain’t finished with you yet. I’ve got a few things I wanna say to you, things that I’ve been wantin’ to get off my chest for a while now.
Bryan puts on the breaks, stopping to hear ‘JBL’ out…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Y’know, you represent everythin’ that is wrong with this industry today. You are the very embodiment of what I hate
about the independent wrestlin’ scene. Guys like you walk outta school, ya’ get your first match, ya’ get paid ‘bout $2.50 and a hot dog, and suddenly ya’ think ya’ belong here in the WWE. But the fact of the matter is, guys like you… you’re a dime a dozen. You’re nothin’ special.
Heat, with the words prompting Danielson to take a few steps towards ‘JBL’…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
I mean look at ya’! Look how skinny ya’ are! You oughta try eatin’ some meat, son! And those stupid plain tights, and that goofy lookin’ haircut. What’s the matter, your momma still cut if for ya’?
Helms nearly falls over himself in laughter, while the rage starts to build inside Bryan as he angrily grits his teeth and clenches his fists, although ‘JBL’ is having too much of a rant to notice…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
Face it, you don’t belong here! You don’t belong in this ring, you don’t deserve to wrestle in our arenas. You’re not a real wrassler, and you certainly ain’t championship material.
And now Layfield steps forward, and with a sneer on his face, he leans in, nearly nose to nose with Bryan, and forcibly says…
John Bradshaw Layfield:
So how ‘bout when Gregory Helms here beats your ass for a THIRD time at Judgment Day, why don’t you do us all a favour, pack your bags, walk out the door… and never come back.
Flashing that trademark smug grin of his. ‘JBL’ stares into Danielson’s eyes, looking for a response, preactically daring Bryan to hit him… and Danielson responds as he hammers ‘JBL’ with a MASSIVE FOREARM TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! The crowd goes wild as the fight is on, with Danielson unloading on ‘JBL’, landing forearm after forearm to the face and jaw, sending a rubber legged ‘JBL’ to the ropes… but here comes Helms from behind, jumping on Bryan, landing a few shots to the back… but Danielson fights back! Danielson now unleashes on Helms, snapping uppercut after uppcerut to the jaw, and now he tackles Helms to the mat! Bryan throws wild lefts and rights, Helms covering up as best as he can, but Danielson is landing shots like a man possessed… until ‘JBL’ blindsides him with a HUGE BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Danielson is down, and now it’s ‘JBL’ who goes on the attack, pouncing on Bryan, mounting him and grabbing a handful of hair, laying in with brutal rights to the forehead. ‘JBL’ quickly gets back on his feet, removing his jacket and taking off his tie, and this allows Helms to move in, he now leading the assault as he continues to land the right hands to the forehead. With Danielson down and dazed, ‘JBL’ shouts for Helms to get Danielson up, and when he does, Layfield back up, rears back… and moves in… CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!
‘JBL’ damn near takes Danielson’s head off, leaving the number one contender down and out, with ‘JBL’ now standing over him, peering down, shouting “You don’t put your hands on me, boy!”. Danielson is a mess, sprawled out on the canvas, but Helms isn’t done yet, grabbing Bryan by the head, helping him back to his knees… before he SLAPS DANIELSON ACROSS THE FACE… then comes off the ropes… SHINNING WIZARD!! “Enough is enough!” cries Cole on commentary, and it seems that with Danielson down, unconscious, not moving an inch, Helms is satisfied. Picking up his Cruserweight Title, Helms has his arm raised high in the air by Layfield, the two standing tall in the ring in the face of monster heat, and it’s on that image of the triumphant champion that we cut elsewhere.
And we see a three way shot of Batista, Edge and Mr. Kennedy, all three walking along seperate backstage areas, heading for the ring...
What the hell is wrong with those two?! 'JBL' and Gregory Helms, it- it was a setup almost! They invited Bryan Danielson down to the ring for an interview, and now look what's happened! Danielson's out cold!
Yeah Helms is feelin' pretty tough right now, but at Judgment Day, it's just gonna be him and Danielson one on one, and I don't Helms is gonna be smillin' when it's all said and done.
Well folks, there you see the three men involved in our World Heavyweight Championship Match at Judgment Day. It's a Triple Threat Match featuring Batista, Edge and Mr. Kennedy, and those three will sign the contract for that match, when we return to Friday Night SmackDown!
We return to see that Teddy Long
is already standing in the ring, which is set up with a black carpet covering the canvas, while a wide table sits in the middle, with four chairs around it, presumably for our three competitors and the General Manager. Motioning with his hand, Teddy calls for his music to stop, before we begin...
Alright, alright. It’s that time, playas! Time for the three participants in the World Heavyweight Championship Triple Threat Match at Judgment Day to sign on tha’ dotted line! So first, I wanna bring out the challengers. He is the man who won the 2007 Royal Rumble… and he is the man who unsuccessfully challenged Batista at WrestleMania… ladies and gentlemen… Edge.
”YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME…”
Loud, seriously loud heat as Edge
storms out into the arena, a wild, fierce look in his eyes as he scans the crowd, before he pauses under the SmackDown fist and sets off a burst of pyro. Edge then heads for the ring and slides under the bottom rope, quickly back on his feet to glare at Teddy as the two cross paths…
Alright, Edge, just take it easy and takes a seat, playa. Up next, the second challenger. The man who was also unsuccessful in challengin’ Batista for the World Heavyweight Championship back at No Way Out. Ladies and gentlemen… Mr. Kennedy.
”KEN – NAH – DAY!”
*TURN UP THE TROUBLE…*
And just like earlier in the broadcast, there’s a loud initial pop that then breaks into heat as Mr. Kennedy
makes his arrival. Now dressed in street clothes, Kennedy swaggers into the arena, strutting down to the ring, confidently chewing on gum as he always does. Upon entering the ring, Kennedy immediately stands over Edge from across the table, which prompts Edge to burst to his feet for a staredown, the two still clearly angry at each other given what happened last week, although Teddy moves quickly to diffuse the situation…
Hey, wait a minute there, playa! You just settle down now Kennedy, ya’ hear?
With both Edge and Kennedy’s eyes firmly locked on each other, the two initially ignore Teddy, until finally with a smirk, Kennedy relents and takes his seat…
Good. And now finally… he is the two-time and current World Heavyweight Champion… he is ‘The Animal’… he is… BATISTA!
*I WALK ALONE…*
And a tremendous cheer as Batisa
steps out from the back, dressed in s harp white suit, sunglasses on, but a stern look on his face as he looks down the aisle at the ring, Pausing, Batista runs through his usual routine of crouching down and setting off his pyro, before he heads for the ring. Stepping through the ropes, ‘The Animal’ stands over both his challengers, holding the title high in the air, before he lays the belt down on the table and takes a seat. With all three men in the ring, Teddy begins…
Alright, now before we get started, I got an announcement I wanna make. I-
Aw, nah, nah, nah! C’mon! You gotta be kiddin’ me! What the hell, Teddy!? We don’t need any more announcements!
Picking up the microphone sat on the table infront of him, Kennedy rubs his face in frustration…
Announcement after announcement, talk after talk, I’m sick of it!
Taken aback, Teddy pauses, shaking his head knowingly, but willing to let Kennedy have his say…
How ‘bout we don’t make any announcements, huh? How ‘bout we just do what we came here to do, sign this damn contract and get this over with?
Looking at his two opponents, Kennedy doesn’t get any answers, but he presses on regardless…
‘The Champ’ over here said last week that there was too much talkin’, and believe or not, I actually agree with ‘im. So c’mon, let’s hurry up and get this done.
Again Kennedy looks towards Edge and Batista, but both remain guarded, prompting Kennedy to take matters into his own hands…
Infact, y’know what? Here, watch this, I’ll get it started. I’ll sign my name on this thing right now!
Pulling the contract towards him, Kennedy picks up the pen, turns to the back page and signs his name on the contract, slamming the pen down on the table when he’s done. Sitting back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest, Kennedy points at the contract and shouts “Your move!” at his opponent…
Well, uh… I really wish you woulda heard me out before you signed that, playa. But I guess, what’s done is done.
Teddy rubs his forehead in frustration and sighs, but he realises he can’t change things now so decides to carry on…
Edge… you’re up next. Over to you, playa.
Edge slides the contract towards himself and picks up the pen… but instead of signing, Edge decides he wants to have his say first…
Too much talkin’? That’s kinda ironic, comin’ from you, Kennedy. All you’ve done since you’ve got here in the WWE is run your mouth, with nothin’ to show for it.
Kennedy rolls his eyes, clearly not interested, instead he points to the contract and urges Edge to sign…
Y’know, when I came to SmackDown from Raw, and I decided to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship, I was determined that it was you I was gonna face at WrestleMania.
Pointing at Kennedy, Edge almost shakes his head in disbelief…
I didn’t want Batista here, ruining MY WrestleMania moment, and for some reason, I saw somethin’ in you that made me think you’d be the better option.
The camera cuts to a shot of Batista, the champion hiding behind his sunglasses, taking it all in…
I mean, I did everythin’ I could to help you, I practically handed you the title at No Way Out… and you screwed it up. Just like you screwed up bein’ a referee last week.
Now Edge has Kennedy’s attention, with Kennedy sitting forward and placing his elbows on the table…
I dunno what the hell I was thinking doin’ all that. You’re nothin’ but a loudmouth, who never backs it up in the ring. The thought of me even steppin’ into the ring with you at WrestleMania, it just makes me sick! And honestly, I can’t believe that at Judgment Day, when I finally become champion, you’re gonna be involved in it!
Laughing to himself, Kennedy now reaches forward and slowly picks up his mic…
Why don’t you just shut the hell up… and sign?
And that actually draws a pop from the crowd, Edge acting insulted at being spoke to in such a way…
Oh, oh you want me to sign? Huh? Alright… here…
Scooping up the pen, Edge quickly flips to the back page and aggressively signs his name, before he too slams the pen down on the table…
There’s your damn signature! I’ll see you two at Judgment Day! Teddy, I’m outta here…
Standing up from his chair, Edge makes for the ropes, only for Teddy to step infront of him and place a hand on his shoulder…
Edge! You hang on there! You just sit down, I have somethin’ important I need to tell all three of ya’, and you’re gonna hear me out.
For a brief moment, Edge and Teddy stand nose to nose, neither man backing down, but it seems that the stoic nature of the G.M. wins the day as Edge relents and retakes his seat…
But first, Batista… why don’t you sign next?
But just like his opponents, Batista instead first of all picks up the microphone…
Y’know somethin’? I just wanna say that Judgment Day, for you two… it’s gonna be hell. ‘Cause for all the crap I’ve had to put up with from the two of you, for all the chairs shots I’ve took to the head from you, Edge, and for all the stuff you did to my friend Ric Flair and his family, Kennedy, Judgment Day… is when it’s all gonna come back and bite you two on the ass!
Loud pop from the crowd…
I mean, I see that video, week after week, I see that won crier talkin’ about how your actions in the past come back to haunt ya’.
The champion smirks at both his challengers…
That’s kinda ironic, y’know what I mean? It’s kinda funny that you have done so much to so many, and you’ve both just signed your names on a contract that guarantees me the chance to kick both your asses at the same time!
Another loud pop…
So you two have got nine days left until I serve as your judge… your jury… and your executioner. And believe me… I will show no mercy.
And with that, Batista flips to the back page and emphatically signs his name, before he calmly picks up the contract and hands it’s over to Teddy. The General Manager turns to the back page, looks at it, then sighs, before he speaks again…
Alright! I guess that means-
Boos from the crowd for the interruption…
I’m not finished yet! I don’t care about your stupid announcement. You- you think I’m afraid you, Batista? Huh? You think I’m scared of you?
Slowly the champion nods…
Y’think I’m scared of the guy who at WrestleMania, I had down and out for a three count? The guy I had beat if I had a referee there?
Batista can’t help but laugh at that…
Why would I be scared of that?
Removing his sunglasses, Batista stares coldly at Edge and picks up his mic…
Because the difference between Judgment Day and WrestleMania… is that it’s not just about this title anymore. Now…
The champion leans forward, looking Edge dead in the eye as he slowly says…
Now I wanna hurt you.
A huge cheer from the crowd, and the comment certainly seems to have struck a chord with Edge as he immediately pushes back his chair and stands up… and Batista does the same! Batista and Edge, stood across a table from each other, a tense standoff, ready to nail at each other at a second’s notice, and Mr. Kennedy is loving it, a big grin on his face, almost as if he’s urging them on…
Let’s- let’s just hang on there a second. This is startin’ to get a little bit outta hand here, playas. I think you two need to cool off a bit and just relax, this is supposed
to only be a contract signin’. Let’s save the hostilities for next-
Aw, Teddy! Sit down and shut up!
And now Kennedy is on his feet, microphone in his hand, right in Batista’s ear…
I say if they wanna fight, let ‘em fight! I won’t even get involved, I promise.
Kennedy! That’s enough!
Teddy stands on the other side of the champion, pleading with him to save the violence for another night…
You wanna hit ‘im, don’t ya’, Dave? You’re dyin’ to hit ‘im!
I know what you’re tryin’ do Kennedy…
it’s like the angel and the devil on each shoulder as Kennedy and Teddy speak to ‘The Animal’…
C’mon, all these people, the whole world watchin’, they all wanna see it! Just hit ‘im!
Edge runs a hand through his hair wildly, with Batista clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, ready to snap, ready to hit Edge square in the face…
Just pull back and-
Batista hits someone alright… he CRACKS KENNEDY RIGHT ON THE JAW!
And then Edge throws over the table… and he and Batista tackle each other, the brawl is on! All hell has broken loose, the tempers are gone, and now Edge and Batista are rolling on the floor, both men desperately trying to get a good shot in on the other, but unable to do so… and now Kennedy has picked himself up… and he dives in! Jumping on Batista and tackling him off of Edge, Kennedy now tries to lay in on the champion, who battles from his back… only for Edge to now tackle Kennedy! It’s every man for himself, none of the three of them give a damn about how they hit, they just want a piece of each other! It’s wild, it’s mayhem, it’s all gone crazy here, the crowd are on their feet going wild… and the shit hits the fan when…
What the fuck!? It’s… it’s Chris Benoit!
BENOIT IS HERE AFTER ALL! AND HE’S SPRINTING DOWN TO THE RING!!
It’s Edge who hears the music first, his eyes nearly bulging out his skull, in utter disbelief, the man he put out of action a month ago is making a beeline for the ring! Benoit sprints and slides under the bottom rope, and Edge tries to get the jump on him, landing forearms to the back of the neck, but Benoit struggles back up… and grabs Edge by the arm… then takes him down… CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! THE CROSSFACE APPLIED TO EDGE!!
The arena is going wild as Edge taps furiously, but it’s no use as Benoit keeps the hold locked on tight, while across the ring, Batista fires Kennedy off the ropes… INTO A MASSIVE SPINEBUSTER!! Kennedy quickly rolls under the bottom rope and flails about on the outside, while Benoit finally release his grip on Edge, allowing him to do the same. Bursting back to his feet, there’s a tense standoff between Benoit and Batista, the two breathing heavily, the crowd loud as hell, urging them on, but before things get even more out of hand, Teddy Long picks up a microphone…
Edge! Kennedy! Batista! I really wish you three playas had let me make my announcement before you started puttin’ names on that contract!
Edge is stunned, he can’t believe he, crawling up the aisle, looking back at the ring, shaking his head furiously…
Y’see, you three haven’t signed up for a Triple Threat Match. Oh no. At Judgment Day, it’s gonna be Batista defending the World Heavyweight Championship against Edge… Mr. Kennedy… and CHRIS BENOIT… in a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH!!
The crowd love that one, letting out perhaps the biggest cheer of the night…
And further more… since I feel it’s only fair that Benoit gets in a little pre-Judgment Day workout… he WILL be in action next week on SmackDown!
And with great satisfaction, Teddy points a finger up the aisle and says…
When he takes on YOU, Edge!
Another tremendous cheer, with Edge sitting on the concrete shouting “No! NO!”, while in the ring, Benoit nods and licks his lips, knowing his chance for revenge comes next week…
Holla at me, I’ll see ya’ next week playas!
Benoit and Batista continue to look at each other, both men poised and ready to attack, but uable to do so due to the friendship that exists between them. On the outside, Kennedy rubs his jaw in pain, while Edge sits on the concrete in despair, looking like his whole world has just crashed around him…
Oh my… can you believe that!? Chris Benoit is back, he’s in the World Heavyweight Title Match at Judgment Day… and he’s got Edge next week on SmackDown!
Holy smokes! What the hell is goin’ on around here?! What a match that’s gonna be next week!
John Bradshaw Layfield:
How the hell can Teddy Long do that? How is that right? How is that fair?
I don’t think it matters! What a night it’s gonna be next week, you won’t wanna miss the final stop before Judgment Day, folks! We’ll see ya’ next week, goodnight!
In the ring, Batista and Benoit continue their standoff, neither man budging, but both glad to see each other, while on the outside, Kennedy looks back in at the ring, shaking his head in annoyance, while on the aisle, Edge looks like he’s seen a ghost, head in his hands in despair as we fade to black.
Current Card for WWE JUDGMENT DAY:
Date: May 20th, 2007
Location: iPayOne Center; San Diego, California
World Heavyweight Championship Fatal Four Way Match:
World Heavyweight Champion Batista vs. Chris Benoit vs. Edge vs. Mr. Kennedy
United States Championship Match:
United States Champion Matt Hardy vs. The Miz
WWE Tag Team Championships Match:
WWE Tag Team Champions The Hooligans vs. The New Breed
Cruiserweight Championship Match:
Cruiserweight Champion Gregory Helms vs. Bryan Danielson
Last Man Standing Match:
Chavo Guerrero vs. Rey Mysterio
Finlay vs. Kane
Six Man Tag Team Match:
The Extremists vs. The Coachman Coalition
Current Card for WWE SATURDAY NIGHT'S MAIN EVENT - KING OF THE RING SPECIAL:
Date: June 2nd, 2007
Location: TD Banknorth Garden; Boston, Massachusetts
The 2007 King of the Ring Tournament:
COMPETITORS TO BE DETERMINED