~Monday Night Raw~
May 21st, 2007
”Join my team, be my fifth man… and when we win War Games… I’ll give you your title shot.”
The show opens with a brief highlights package from last week, starting with the announcement from John Cena to Kenny Dykstra that tonight, he’ll defend his Intercontinental Championship against the latest member of Team Linda, Carlito, in a Ladder Match. Fast forward to the main event, where after we see some of the hard hitting action between Ric Flair and Bobby Lashley, Flair strikes, locking Lashley in the Figure Four Leglock, only for Randy Orton to his the ring, causing a disqualification. Cena and Carlito hit the ring to make the save, only to be followed by Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch, as The Redneck Wrecking Crew announce their entrance into the War Games Match by brutalising Cena and Carlito with steel chairs, before Orton drops Flair with the RKO, then Lashley puts Cena through the announce desk with The Dominator, the last sight being the four members of Team Vince standing tall in the ring, while Team Linda lay scattered around ringside.
We now see the usual Raw intro video, before we head into the arena, the Sacramento faithful giving us a loud welcome to the show, while we hear from our announce team…
Last night, the stars of Friday Night SmackDown put on a helluva show at Judgment Day! But tonight, it’s Monday Night Raw’s turn, as we’ve got two huge
title matches, two King of the Ring qualifiers, and the fallout from last week’s shocking announcement that The Redneck Wrecking Crew has joined up with Team Vince at War Games! Hello everyone, I’m Jim Ross alongside Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler and Joey Styles, we welcome you to Monday Night Raw, live in Sacramento, California, and fellas, what a night we’ve got lined up!
You said it J.R.! Not one, but two
titles on the line tonight, including Kenny Dykstra defending his Intercontinental Title against Carlito in a Ladder Match! Dykstra managed to escape with the title at both WrestleMania and Backlash, but tonight, there’s no escaping for Dykstra, and we’re gonna have a new Intercontinental Champion.
And what about the WWE Champion, Rob Van Dam? After having settled the score with Caludio Cesaro last week, Van Dam was nailed by a sneak attack from Shawn Michaels, the man who has challenged ‘RVD’ to a WWE Title Match. Tonight, Van Dam and Michaels meet in the squared circle in tag team action as they team up with the respective captains of Team Linda and Team Vince, John Cena and Bobby Lashley.
All that, plus Beth Phoenix defends the Women’s Championship against Natalya Neidhart, CM Punk, Jeff Hardy, Charlie Haas and Chris Masters are all involved in the King of the Ring, and no doubt we’ll be hearin’ from Raw’s newest superstar, the afore mentioned Caludio Cesaro.
Brief silence, but then…
The heat is ridiculous as Shawn Michaels
slowly, coldly makes his way into the arena. Stopping at the top of the stage to open his hands and turns his eyes towards the heavens, Michaels makes his way down the ramp in that robotic fashion that has become trademark for him these last few months…
He is without a doubt, the most chilling individual I have ever met. The demeanour of Shawn Michaels, I don’t mind admitting it, it scares me. It sends chills up and down my spine to see what this man has become. And if that wasn’t enough, it was confounded last week by not only the cheap shot to Rob Van Dam, but the eerie way in which Michaels coveted the WWE Championship.
God that was just… bizarre. I mean, Michaels laid out ‘RVD’, then he just… he just touched the title, then he left it there laying. It was just such a strange thing to see, it was almost as if Shawn was afraid to touch the title. It just really creeped me out.
It was the act of a coward if ya’ ask me. We’ve seen Michaels try to play these mind games with Van Dam over the last few weeks, and when he realised it wasn’t working, when he realised it wasn’t affecting the WWE Champion, Michaels has to resort to a cheap shot. Well we heard ‘RVD’ say it earlier tonight, if you want a title shot, look me in the eye and ask for it. I just don’t think this new Shawn Michaels is man enough to do it.
*HELL WILL BE CALLIN’…*
More heat as Bobby Lashley
makes his entrance, and there’s a gasp of surprise as Randy Orton
joins his fellow Team Vince member. Lashley snarls as he strides down the ramp, while Orton takes his time, scowling at the fans, all the while carrying his Money in the Bank briefcase…
Now what is this? Why is Randy Orton coming out here, he’s got no business being out here for this matchup.
I think Vince McMahon is the reason for that. I’m pretty sure he’s sent Orton out here as an insurance policy to make sure Lashley does a little bit more damage to John Cena after that powerslam through our announce desk last week.
I think this stinks! There’s no reason for Orton to be out here. Lashley and Michaels are enough for any team to handle, never mind having ‘Mr. Money in the Bank’ being in their corner.
*MY TIME IS NOW…*
As always, the reception for John Cena
is loud and mixed, but the majority cheer for him as he steps out onto the stage, offers up a salute to the masses, then he jogs down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, wary of entering the ring outnumbered three to one…
What a response for John Cena, a man who tried in vain to save Carlito earlier tonight from the onslaught of Team Vince, and now, he gets to go after a little bit of revenge if he can get the better of Bobby Lashley right here.
Well the night didn’t start off great for Cena, but it got better with the announcement that CM Punk and Nick Dinsmore are on Team Linda, and it can have a great ending if Cena can play his part in a victory in our main event. John Cena beat Bobby Lashley back at WrestleMania, but we’ve yet to see a confrontation between Cena and Michaels.
And can you imagine what could happen if those two ever squared off?
*ONE OF A KIND…*
And a truly thunderous pop as the WWE Champion Rob Van Dam
steps out. Looking around the arena, Van Dam nods with a smile on his face, before he leads the crowd through a chant of “ROB – VAN – DAM!” and then heads for the ring. Upon meeting up with Cena, the two exchange a quick high five… then they slide into the ring… and go for Lashley and Michaels! This one’s underway in a hurry!
Match 1: Tag Team Match
WWE Champion Rob Van Dam
and John Cena
vs. Bobby Lashley
and Shawn Michaels
w/ Randy Orton
And Van Dam quickly tackles Michaels to the canvas, hammering him with wild rights and lefts, while Cena and Lashley tussle into the corner, the two trading blows against the turnbuckle. Michaels manages to escape Van Dam’s grasp and rolls from the ring, while Cena has Lashley against the ropes… and then clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor! The crowd are on their feet as the faces clean house, and it takes an age for Lashley and Michaels to return to the ring, both men looking to kill the early momentum and take away the enthusiasm of the crowd. When things settle down, it’s Lashley and Van Dam who step forward, but ‘RVD’ quickly points at Michaels, saying he wants ‘HBK’ in the ring. Lashley offers Michaels the tag… but Michaels just stares blankly at him, his cold eyes unnerving Lashley, who turns and looks towards Orton for advice. Orton points and tells Lashley to focus on Van Dam, and that’s what happens as the match finally gets underway, the two locking up, Van Dam quickly going for a standing wristlock, only for Lashley to fire back with a stiff forearm to the face. Lashley then goes for a waistlock, but ‘RVD’ twists into a waistlock of his own, only for Lashley to back into the corner, squashing the WWE Champion. Elbows, uppercuts and knees to the body follow, before Van Dam is sent across… but he jumps to the second rope… springboard crossbody! Lashley storms back to his feet… right into an armdrag! Lashley is back up… another amrdrag… and a third… before he walks into a jumping roundhouse! Van Dam goes for the early cover… but Lashley easily powers out. And back on his feet, Lashley catches ‘RVD’ with a knee to the gut, then lands forearms to the back of the head, before going for the Irish whip… Van Dam ducks a clothesline, then goes for a kick, which Lashley catches… step over heel kick! Lashley is down in prime position, and now ‘RVD’ slings himself to the top rope… looking for the FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH… but Lashley wisely rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. Orton quickly heads over to assist his War Games teammate back to his feet… but neither man sees ‘RVD’ shift on the top rope… then fly… CROSSBODY TAKES OUT BOTH MEN! Van Dam is on fire early on, and he quickly rolls Lashley back into the ring… then strikes with a SLINGSHOT LEGDROP! Another cover… 1… 2… but again Lashley kicks out.
Cena now tags in, tagging Lashley with right hands, but when he sends Lashley to the corner… Lashley explodes out with a clothesline! Cena is down, and this time Michaels does take the tag, shoving Cena to the corner, where he unloads with a series of chops to the chest. Michaels goes for the Irish whip… but Cena reverses… Michaels goes head over heels against the corner, stumbling back out… and then Cena hits him with a flying shoulderblock! Both men back up… another flying shoulderblock! Michaels back up… right into the sitout hiptoss! Cena bursts back to his feet… only for Lashley to storm the ring and bowl him over with a bodycheck! It’s a cheap shot from Lashley, one which draws Van Dam into the ring, but the advantage is back with Michaels now, who lays in with stomps to the body, then fires Cena off the ropes… flying forearm! Cena is down, Michaels hooks the leg… but Cena kicks out at two. Michaels stays on the attack, landing more chops, but when he sends Cena off the ropes, Michaels lowers his head… and Cena hits the fisherman’s suplex! Cena now crawls to his corner… and ‘RVD’ gets the tag! It’s Van Dam and Michaels in the ring, with the WWE Champion storming towards Michaels… but he puts on the breaks, as ‘HBK’… just stands and stares at Van Dam. The WWE Champions is as confused as the rest of the audience, as Michaels just stares blankly at him, both men standing their ground, neither man making that first move… until Michaels slowly backs away… and tags in Lashley. Nobody in the arena understands it, the crowd loudly booing Michaels, who casually steps through the ropes, and it’s on that very strange moment that we head for a commercial.
And when we return, we see that during the commercial, Cena had tagged back in and was in control, only for Lashley to catch Cena with an overhead belly to belly suplex, regaining control. Lashley hammers Cena with right hands, before he takes Cena up… and down with a long, delayed vertical suplex! Lashley goes for the cover… and Cena kicks out at two. Lashley brings in Michaels, who again lands chops to the chest, then a few right hands to the face, before he drops Cena with a swinging neckbreaker. Michaels continues to target the neck, dropping knees and stomps, before he scoop slams Cena to the mat, heads to the second rope, and waits for Cena to rise… double axe handle to the back of the neck! Michaels goes for the cover… 1… 2… but Cena kicks out again. The tags between Michaels and Lashley become frequent now, with Lashley using his power to do plenty of damage, punishing Cena with forearms to the back of the head, using the ropes and his knee to apply pressure to the neck, before he sends Cena flying with a fallaway slam for a near fall. Michaels is back in, rocking Cena with a belly to back suplex, before he climbs to the top rope… and nails the FLYING ELBOWDROP! Michaels hooks a leg… 1… 2… Cena hangs in there! Frustrated, Michaels finally shows a sign of emotion as he unleashes with wild rights and lefts as Cena lays on the canvas, before he locks Cena into a standing version of the camel clutch, trying to apply more pressure to the neck. Michaels keeps Cena grounded, wrenching on the neck, and slowly but surely, Cena starts to fade… but the crowd rally behind him, urging Cena back to his feet, and after what feels like an eternity, Cena makes a move, getting back to his feet, driving elbows to the midsection to break the hold… before he takes Michaels up and down with the PROTOPLEX!
Both men are down now, crawling towards their corners, with Michaels reaching out… here comes Lashley… but here comes Van Dam! Van Dam bursts into the ring, ducking a clothesline… then he rocks Lashley with a jumping roundhouse! ‘RVD’ goes to work on Lashley, landing kicks to the chest, backing Lashley to the corner, before he drives two shoulders to the midsection, backflips away… then races back in with a third shoulderthrust! Van Dam now rolls back in… and sends Lashley flying with a monkey flip! Out of the corner of his eye, Van Dam sees Michaels, and makes a move towards him… only for Michaels to drop down and roll to the floor! Again Michaels escapes Van Dam’s grasp, the champion yelling for ‘HBK’ to face him, but Van Dam quickly gets hammered from behind by Lashley. Lashley pummels Van Dam in the corner, driving him down to the canvas… but here comes Cena, spinning Lashley around… kick… FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! Lashley is down in the centre of the ring, and here comes Cena off the ropes… “You can’t see me!”… FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE! Cena now stands, waiting for Lashley to rise… then he takes him up on his shoulder… FU… NO! Michaels is back in the ring… and he blasts Cena with SWEET CHIN MUSIC!
Cena drops Lashley and slumps to the canvas, but as Michaels stands over Cena, he doesn’t see Van Dam climb to the top rope… DIVING SUPERKICK! ‘RVD’ finally connects with ‘HBK’, Michaels tumbling through the ropes to the floor, allowing Van Dam to go back to work on Lashley, tagging him with kicks to the chest, before he goes for an Irish whip… rolling… and sending Lashley flying with a monkey flip! Lashley is down, and here comes Van Dam… ROLLING THUNDER… INTO THE SOMERSAULT SENTON! Van Dam is building momentum, and out of desperation… Randy Orton jumps up onto the apron! Orton distracts Van Dam, and behind his back, Michaels reaches in, slaps Lashley on the back… that blind tag makes Michaels the legal man! Michaels drops back down, leaving a dazed Lashley to stagger back to his feet… to drill Van Dam from behind! The distraction works as Lashley hammers ‘RVD’… but here comes Cena… tackling Lashley into Orton… sending Orton flying to the floor! Cena and Lashley quickly tumble through the ropes, with Cena battering Lashley, even taking shots at Orton, the trio battling their way along the side of the ramp, and soon they fight all the way out of the arena… and that leaves Van Dam and Michaels alone in the ring! ‘RVD’ is down, the distraction from Orton costing him dearly, as when he staggers back up, Michaels is ready and waiting… SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!
Michaels gets all of it, and he drops down into the cover… 1… 2… 3!
Winners: Bobby Lashley and Shawn Michaels @ 13.58
Wow. The crowd are stunned, as Shawn Michaels has just pinned the WWE Champion! After all the mind games, all the sneak attacks, Michaels has backed up by scoring a victory over ‘RVD’, albeit not without controversy. With Cena and Lashley nowhere to be seen, Michaels is left all alone with the fallen champion, Van Dam barely moving, with Michaels quickly back on his feet to stand over him…
I may not like it, but I can’t deny it. Shawn Michaels has made a huge statement here tonight, he’s pinned the WWE Champion, although he got a huge assist from Randy Orton. At one point Van Dam had this match won, only for Orton to get involved, and it cost the WWE Champion dearly.
And what does this mean for the WWE Championship? We know Michaels wants a title shot, we know he’s been playing mind games with the champion, well now he holds a victory over Rob Van Dam, and I’m sure Michaels is gonna be askin’ for his shot at the gold real soon.
But what about Cena and Lashley? They battled right outta the arena, they might still be goin’ at it right now! War Games is shapin’ up to be one of the most violent matches in WWE history!
The crowd continue to jeer as Michaels continues to stand over Van Dam, the WWE Champion having not moved an inch, and it’s a look into the cold, lifeless eyes of Michaels that the camera lingers on as we head for a commercial.
"]We open to grainy, black and white footage from back in the NWA days, where we see one of the first War Games matches, where Dusty Rhodes has Ric Flair locked in the figure four leglock, Flair writhing and screaming in pain, but there’s no sound as over the top we hear extracts from President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s famous address from 1936...
Narrator: For years, many men entered it’s caged walls…
“I HAVE SEEN WAR… I HATE WAR.”
We now see more footage from early War Games, where Road Warrior Animal viciously jams one of the spikes from his shoulder pads into the eye of The War Machine, causing him to submit...
Narrator: But no man ever left the same.
”I HAVE SEEN WAR ON LAND AND SEA.
More black and white footage, this time from Fall Brawl ’95, where Hulk Hogan leads his Hulkamaniacs team to victory over The Dungeon of Doom by forcing The Zodiac to submit to a camel clutch...
Narrator: And now, with a civil war threatening to rip the WWE apart…
“I HAVE SEEN CITIES DESTROYED.”
And now Fall Brawl ’97, where Curt Hennig turns his back on The Four Horsemen, smashing the cage door into the skull of Ric Flair, handing victory to the nWo…
Narrator: The most barbaric of matches has returned.
“I HAVE SEEN THE AGONY OF MOTHERS AND WIVES.”
We now cut to modern day footage to see Vince and Linda McMahon stood across from each other, tense looks on both their faces…
Mr. McMahon: The reason this company has made hundreds of millions of dollars over the years… is all because… of ME!
“I HAVE SEEN BLOOD RUNNING FROM THE WOUNDED.”
A shot of a busted open John Cena, blood streaming down his face as he struggles to use the ropes to try pull himself to his feet…
John Cena: Tonight is a night to fight!
Slow motion shots of the brawling John Cena and Bobby Lashley have done over the last few months, each punch that lands being accompanied by the sound of a bomb dropping…
Linda McMahon: Both myself and the Board of Directors feel that you, Vince… have seriously abused your power lately.
We now see John Cena scooping Vince up onto his shoulders, then deliver a thunderous FU, an explosion sound echoing out as Vince strikes the canvas…
Mr. McMahon: I’m Vince McMahon, I’m ‘The Chairman of the Board’, dammit!
And now finally we see rapid firs shots of Linda, then Vince, then Lashley, before a final shot of Cena…
Narrator: The battle for power on Monday Night Raw can be settled only one way…
“I HAVE SEEN WAR… I HATE WAR.”
"WWE WAR GAMES – JUNE 17TH – LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW!"
*End Video Package*
We’re back, and it’s to the office of Mr. McMahon, boos greeting the arrival of ‘The Chairman’ and his son Shane McMahon to the screen. Vince and Shane are both all smiles, having watched what we just saw…
I like it! I like it! That’s what happens when you sign up to go against me! Lashley and Orton, they just showed Cena exactly what he’s got in store come War Games! And what about Michaels, huh? Damn near kicked Van Dam’s head off his shoulders.
Wait, wait, rewind it! I wanna see it again!
Vince points the remote at the TV…
OK, OK, slo-mo it… oh! Aw that’s beautiful! That’s just-
Suddenly, the door bursts open and storming into the room comes Shawn Michaels to defeaning from inside the arena. Shane and Vince are instantly taken aback as Michaels gets right in their faces, breathing heavily, his eerie stare fixated on Vince, although Michaels just keeps on breathing, not saying a word, something which creeps out both McMahons…
Ah… Shawn. What a… pleasant surprise. I uh… I saw the match with you and Lashley and Cena and Van Dam. And you pinned the WWE Champion. Very impressive. Very impressive, indeed.
Michaels continues to stare, with Vince turning to Shane, awkwardly hoping his son will take over the conversation…
Is uh… is there something I can do for you Shawn?
Nothing. Not a hint of a change of emotion from Michaels…
I suppose you’re here looking for a shot at Rob Van Dam and the WWE Championship? Am I right? Well, as much as I’d like to see that title away from Van Dam and around your waist as soon as possible… I’m afraid I just don’t have the authority to make that kinda match right now.
A scowl now crosses Michaels face as he turns away angrily…
The WWE Board of Directors decided that decisions like that had to be made in agreement with both myself and my wife Linda. I’m sorry Shawn… my hands are tied.
A tense stand-off as both men look hard into each other’s eyes…
But… I may have an even better proposal for you. Something that if you agree to, could
lead to you getting that title shot.
A smirk on Vince’s face as Michaels looks interested…
I’m sure you’re aware Shawn that at War Games, my team takes on my wife’s team, and which ever representative’s team wins, they gain sole control of Monday Night Raw. And that would of course mean that I
… could start deciding who Rob Van Dam’s challenger would be. And I’m sure you’re also aware, Shawn… that I have one spot left open on my team.
With a glint in his eye, Vince presses on…
You uh… you see where I’m going with this. Join my team, be my fifth man… and when we win War Games… I’ll give you your title shot.
For a second or two, Michaels ponders the offer, until Vince adds…
Well that is course… after
Bobby Lashley gets his shot.
That comment clearly draws the ire of Michaels, who turns away again, a look of anger on his face…
Yeah… yeah. Bobby Lashley and Shawn Michaels, one on one for the WWE Championship. That’s the kinda title match I wanna see. That’s the kinda title match that’s gonna make me money.
Oblivous to Michaels’ reaction, Vince has a beaming smile on his face as he makes Michaels an offer…
So… do we have a deal?
With a cold look in his eyes, Michaels looks at Vince, goofy smile and all, and then slowly turns his head… and simply walks away. Not a word is spoken from ‘HBK’, but it’s clear that he’s rejected McMahon’s offer, something at which ‘The Chairman of the Board’ just can’t understand. Throwing his hands up in annoyance, Vince turns to Shane, looking for answers, but Shane simply shakes his head in disbelief as Vince watches Shawn go, a stern look on his face, and it’s on that look we linger for a few seconds before cutting elsewhere.
And it’s to a backstage corridor where we see Carlito and Ric Flair walking along, ‘the two carrying bags and dressed in street clothes, clearly having just arrived at the arena tonight…
Listen man, don’t you worry about tonight. Tonight, there’s no Torrie, no ‘Zeke’, nothin’ that’s gonna stand in your way of becomin’ Intercontinental Champion. Tonight’s the night you teach that punk Dykstra a lesson!
Too focused, Carlito doesn’t offer any response as he just nods his head and mutters to himself…
Woo! I am excited tonight! I’m feelin’ it for ya’ brother, and hey, if anything goes down, you know me and Cena have got your back. Nothin’ is gonna stop you walkin’ outta this arena with-
Both men put on the breaks, stopping as if they’ve seen a ghost… and the camera pans to reveal who they’re both looking at… it’s Dusty Rhodes! A huge cheer breaks out as a show of respect for ‘The American Dream’, who has a young man stood next to him. Flair looks delighted to see his longtime friend, the two legends stepping towards each other…
What the…? ‘Dream’! Hey, Dusty Rhodes! What are you doin’ here!? It’s great to see ya’, man!
The two exchange a handshake and a hug…
Hey ‘Naitch’, how ya’ been?
I’m great, I’m doin’ great! Hey… Dusty Rhodes, I want you to meet one o’ the top young guys around here, Carlito!
And now Dusty and Carlito share a handshake…
You don’t gotta tell me who this is! Carlito, I know all about ya’! Great to meet ya’, kid!
’Lito nods in appreciation, but is clearly not in the mood to chat right now…
Yeah, uh… nice to meet ‘ju. Listen, Carlito’s got a huge match tonight, so…
With a respectful nod of the head, ‘Lito quickly makes his exit, leaving Flair alone with Dusty and his young accomplice…
Ah don’t worry about him, ‘Dream’. He’s just got screwed too many times these last few weeks, he ain’t lettin’ nothin’ distract ‘im tonight. But hey, what are ya’ doin’ here? How come ya’ didn’t call to let me know you were comin’ in?
They wanted me to keep it a surprise, baby. They brought me in here to talk about War Games, teach these kids exactly what that match is all about.
Pop from inside the arena…
And you know better than anybody ‘Naitch’ that nobody but nobody
knows War Games better than ‘The American Dream’.
Flair laughs and nods in agreement…
But hey, talkin’ ‘bout kids, Ric… you remember my son Cody, right?
The young man identified as Cody Rhodes now steps forward, shaking hands with Flair and giving him a respectful nod of the head…
Oh yeah, yeah… Cody Rhodes! I ain’t seen you in years, kid! How ya’ been?
Just fine, sir.
Yeah he’s been workin’ out down in developmental. Real close to makin’ into the big leagues here, so I thought I’d bring ‘im along, let ‘im see what he’s workin’ for.
Cody nods with a determined look on his face, something Flair quickly picks up on…
You stick at it kid, you’ll be up here in no time. Any kid of ‘The American Dream’ ain’t gonna be held back, I know that much. Listen Dusty, great to see ya’ man, but I gotta go make sure Carlito’s doin’ OK. I can’t wait to hear what ya’ gotta say later.
Alright, you take it easy ol’ timer!
Hey! Easy with the old!
After a few laughs and slaps of the back, Flair exits the screen, leaving Dusty and Cody to watch on in admiration, the camera lingering on them for a few seconds before we cut back into the arena.
The arena is on its feet as the always popular Jeff Hardy
makes his entrance, bouncing around on the stage before he heads down the ramp, looking confident ahead of this all important matchup…
Wow, how about that? ‘The American Dream’ Dusty Rhodes is here tonight, and he’s got a thing or two to say about War Games!
And some of our younger fans might not know it, but it was Dusty Rhodes who came up with the idea of the War Games Match back in his NWA days. I can’t wait to hear what he’s gotta say!
Certainly gonna be great to hear from ‘The American Dream’, but right now, it’s time for another King of the Ring qualifier. Jeff Hardy set for to go one on one with Charlie Haas, and the winner of this match is goin’ to Saturday Night’s Main Event, less than two weeks away!
And now the boos ring out as The World’s Greatest Tag Team
strut out into the arena. Shelton Benjamin
leads the way in street clothes, while behind comes the serious looking Charlie Haas
, who lets Benjamin throw some trash talk Hardy’s way as the pair hit the ring…
Both these men, Haas and Benjamin, have made it through to the last sixteen of the King of the Ring, but tonight, can Haas get that all important victory that’ll book his place in the final eight that’ll make their way to Boston?
Well Haas picked up an impressive win over Tyson Kidd in the last round, while Hardy came through a tough test against Hardcore Holly. Both these guys have such contrasting styles, I’d struggle to pick a winner here, ‘King’.
Well you’ve got the high flyin’, 100 miles an hour way Jeff Hardy wrestles, then you’ve got the great technical skills of Charlie Haas. I’m with you Joey, this one’s too close to call, but don’t forget, Haas has got Shelton Benjamin in his corner, and he could make all the difference right here.
Match 2: King of the Ring Qualifying Match – Round of 16
World Tag Team Champion Charlie Haas w/ Shelton Benjamin vs. Jeff Hardy
The two come together for an initial tie up, and Haas shows off his impressive technical skills, quickly taking Hardy down with a belly to back suplex, before he floats over into a grounded headlock. Jeff manages to battle back to his feet, driving Haas against the turnbuckle to break the hold, before he lays in with a trio of rights to the head, then goes for the Irish whip across… Haas reverses and follows in… but Jeff uses the ropes to elevate himself, landing behind Haas… Haas hits the turnbuckle, stumbles… right into a sitout jawbreaker! The impact causes Haas to fall against the corner, his head resting on the middle turnbuckle, and here comes Jeff… rope-aided corner dropkick! Haas quickly rolls to the outside to recover, Benjamin quickly over to help him, but here comes Hardy… plancha takes out both men! Shoving Shelton aside, Hardy goes to work on Haas, hammering him with right hands, before he heads towards the barricade, nips up… DIVING CLOTHESLINE! Hardy takes Haas down, quickly rolls him back into the ring and goes for the cover… 1… 2… Haas kicks out. Hardy looks to keep working at a fast pace as he shoves Haas against the ropes, drills him with a few shots, then goes for the Irish whip… Hardy goes for the kick… but Haas grabs the foot… only for Hardy to hit back with a mule kick! Haas stumbles into the corner, where Hardy climbs to the second rope, raining down with right hands, the crowd counting along all the way to ten until Hardy drops down, catches Haas with a double leg takedown… then nails a double legdrop! Another cover… another kickout at two. Haas is in trouble, and Hardy looks to stay on the attack, slugging Haas with rights before he looks for the Irish whip to the corner… but Haas reverses… only for Hardy to go for the whisper in the wind… but Haas puts on the breaks… and Hardy crashes to the canvas!
Haas now quickly moves to take advantage of the mistake, laying in with stomps to the body, before he waits for Jeff to sit up… and delivers a stiff shoot kick to the spine! Haas now looks to take control, smacking Hardy with a trio of uppercuts, before he sends Hardy to the corner… no, Jeff reverses and follows in… but Haas sidesteps… and Jeff goes shoulder first through the ropes and into the ringpost! Hardy instantly grabs his left shoulder in pain, staggering backwards… into a release German suplex! Haas goes for the pin… 1… 2… but Hardy kicks out. Sensing a weakness, Haas immediately goes after the arm, driving several elbows to the top of the shoulder, then a few stomps, before he rears back and sends Hardy flying towards the canvas near the corner… causing Jeff to slide shoulder first into the ringpost again! Hardy groans in pain, but Haas doesn’t let up, heading outside to grab Jeff’s wrist, then he pulls the shoulder into the post, causing all kinds of pressure on the arm. The ref’s count finally gets Haas to relent, but back in the ring, the attack on the arm continues, with Haas hitting a single arm DDT for another near fall, then a textbook shoulderbreaker, before Haas goes for an armbar. Haas ups the pressure, keeping Hardy grounded, but eventually, Hardy is able to battle back to his feet, swinging shots with his free hand… but a well-placed fist to the shoulder stops any momentum. Haas hooks Hardy up for a side suplex… but Hardy goes all the way over, landing on his feet… but he swings and misses with a right hand… and Haas nails an INVERTED DDT! Haas hooks the leg… 1… 2… Jeff barely rolls a shoulder! Annoyed, Haas glares at the referee, then goes right back to the arm, using a snapmare to take Jeff down, before he drops a legdrop on the arm, then drives a trio of knees into the shoulder. Another armbar, again locked on for a good length of time, doing damage, but as the crowd raise the volume, Hardy rises to his feet, driving elbows to the midsection, trying to break the hold… only for Haas to slam Jeff to the mat! Haas now heads to the corner, climbing to the second rope… and he flies… right into a boot to the face!
Hardy counters in desperation, but as he staggers back to his feet, Haas beats Jeff to the punch… no, Hardy blocks it… and nails a right hand! Another right from Charlie… another block… and another right from Jeff! Now Hardy rattles off three in a row, backing Haas to the ropes, before going for the Irish whip… diving clothesline! Haas stumbles back up, misses wildly with a right hand… side Russian legsweep! Hardy goes for the split legged pin… 1… 2… Haas kicks out! Hardy is back on his feet, waiting for Haas to rise… kick… TWIST OF FATE… NO! Haas shoves Jeff to the corner, but Hardy runs up the ropes… WHISPER IN THE WIND! Jeff goes for the win… 1… 2… Haas rolls a shoulder! Haas is still down, and that prompts Jeff to head to the top rope… but Shelton jumps up onto the apron, distracting Jeff… until he eats a kick to the face… but here comes Haas, exploding to the top rope… for a RELEASE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Hardy is sent flying to the mat, and now Haas crawls over for the lateral press… 1… 2… Hardy somehow rolls a shoulder! Haas can’t believe it, but Jeff has hung in there and the match continues. Back on his feet, Haas decides he wants to end it now, dragging Jeff up… and he looks for the HAASTILE TAKEOVER… NO! Jeff twists free… then drops Haas with a sitout inverted suplex slam! But just as Haas is planted, Shelton jumps up onto the apron again, seething over that kick, and again he draws the attention of Hardy… who doesn’t see Haas sneaking up from behind… until the last moment when Hardy sidesteps… Haas runs straight into Benjamin… sending Shelton flying to the floor! Haas staggers backwards… kick… TWIST OF FATE! Haas is planted, but now Hardy moves quickly, heading to the top rope… SWANTON BOMB!! Jeff gets all of it, hooks the leg… 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Jeff Hardy @ 07.29
Hardy gets the win, and in the process, he confirms his spot in the final eight at Saturday Night’s Main Event! As Hardy has his hand raised by the referee, Shelton slides back in under the bottom rope, looking to get his hands on Jeff, but Hardy sees him coming and wisely rolls out from the other side, slapping the hands on the ringside fans as he heads to the ramp. As Benjamin tries to help his partner back to his feet, he angrily kicks out at the bottom rope, while Jeff is all smiles knowing he’s made it to the last eight of the King of the Ring.
We return, backstage, where Charlie Haas
and Shelton Benjamin
angrily stomp their way along a backstage corridor, neither man saying anything, the looks on their faces showing exactly how angry they are over what just happened during Haas’ match with Jeff Hardy. Haas rubs his neck in pain as Shelton strokes his jaw, until the two suddenly come to a stop… and the camera pans to reveal that standing in their way is The Hart Legacy
! The fans inside the arena respond with a warm cheer for Harry Smith
, Tyson Kidd
and Natalya Niedhart
, the young trio oblivious to the presence of the tag team champions as Smith and Kidd discuss some last minute strategy with Natalya ahead of her Women’s Championship Match. As Haas and Benjamin move forward, this draws the eye of Kidd, who gives his partners a nudge, with a devilish smirk quickly crossing Smith’s face…
Hey champs. How did the match go? You make it to Saturday Night’s Main Event, Charlie?
Kidd and Niedhart stifle laughs, much to Haas’ annoyance…
Or was it maybe that you just ran out of… luck
Haas screws up his face at the mention of luck, harking back to Haas’ taunting of Tyson Kidd a couple of weeks ago…
But seriously guys, seein’ as how you’ve not got the King of the Ring to worry about anymore Charlie… and seein’ as you’re not gonna have to worry about it for much longer Shelton… we think you two should start focusin’ on defendin’ those titles.
We want that title match we asked for a couple of weeks ago. And we want it… at War Games.
A pop from inside the arena at the prospect of that match up, with Haas and Benjamin sharing an initial concerned look at each other, before a smirk crosses Benjamin’s face as he shakes his head…
Listen rookie, you ain’t got no right makin’ demands of us like that. I mean, what makes you two think you deserve
a shot at us? I mean… who you guys beat? Masters and Morrison? You think ‘cause you beat those two losers you earned a shot at us?
Again Benjamin shakes his head…
You two punks remember one thing. We’re The World’s Greatest Tag Team. We’ve beat everybody
over the years. You two? You’re not even on our radar right now.
Now Kidd and Haas square off, while Shelton takes a step towards Harry…
So to answer your question… no
. No title shot… and no War Games. Why don’t you two try beat somebody worthwhile, then get back to us?
And as they make their move to leave, Benjamin very deliberately barges a should into Smith’s chest, before he stops and turns to look at Natalya…
Oh… and, uh… good luck tonight, ‘girl’. You’re gonna need it.
Haas and Benjamin smirk to each other and then head off camera, leaving The Hart Legacy behind to watch them go, stern looks on their faces before Kidd turns to Smith and says…
We’ll get ‘em one day.
Defiant nods of the head from both men, clearly confident in their chances of earning a future title shot against the champions, before they turn to Niedhart…
Yeah. Anyway… you ready?
Go get ‘em, ‘Nattie’!
Fist bumps all round from the young trio, before Niedhart heads off camera. But before her title shot, we spend a few seconds lingering on the confident looks on the fact of Harry and Tyson, before we cut elsewhere.
And it’s to the interview set we go, where we see Maria standing by…
Hi! I’m Maria! And ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… the Intercontinental Champion… Kenny Dykstra.
Heat from the inside arena upon the arrival of Kenny Dykstra and his entourage, Torrie Wilson and Ezekiel Jackson. Dykstra gingerly walks into the frame, wincing with every step, grabbing his neck, clearly in pain after the Ladder Match with kicked off tonight’s show…
And Kenny, I understand that you requested this time to-
Yeah, just gimme the mic and get outta here ‘Barbie’!
Torrie snatches the mic clean from Maria’s hand, then shoves her away, drawing more heat from the fans, before she hands the mic over to Dykstra…
Thanks babe. Alright, I want everybody to listen to me real closely. And I especially want you
, Carlito, to listen up. This ladder match tonight… is a total joke. It’s a match that should never be happenin’. But if you want me to embarrass you one last time… then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. And when I beat you tonight… that is it for you, man.
Jeers from inside the arena at that statement…
You had a shot at WrestleMania, you had a shot at Backlash, and you’ve got one last shot tonight. And each and every time, I’m
the one that’s walkin’ out as the Intercontinental Champion.
A smirk from the champ as he laughs and shakes his head…
Face it, Carlito. You’re pathetic. You just can’t get the job done. And this ladder match, this is gonna be the last shot you’re ever gonna get at this title. After tonight, I am through with you… and I’m movin’ on to bigger and better things.
In the background, the menacing Jackson gives a confident nod while Torrie runs a hand across Dykstra’s torso…
I’m talkin’ about the King of the Ring. Now when I’m finally done messin’ around with Carlito, I can finally start to focus on takin’ the next big step in my career. And that’s gonna happen in less than two weeks at Saturday Night’s Main Event, when I beat seven other guys and become King.
More heat, but Dykstra ignores it and carries on…
Y’look at some o’ the names that’ve won the King of the Ring in the past. Bret Hart, Steve Austin, Triple H, Edge, Booker T… they’ve all been King… and they’ve all been world champion. And that’s where I wanna be. And at Saturday Night’s Main Event, that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. They already call me ‘The Future of Wrestling’. Well pretty soon, they’re gonna be callin’ me…
And with a final smirk, Dykstra wraps things up by saying…
… of Wrestling’.
Dykstra lets that smirk linger into the camera for a few seconds, before he tosses the microphone down to the floor, heading off camera, with Torrie and Jackson following him, the cocky youngster making his intentions perfectly clear before we head back into the arena.
Where the silence is broken by…
That famous guitar rift draws a warm response from the crowd as Natalya Niedhart
enters the arena, looking nervous yet confident ahead of her first Woman’s Championship opportunity tonight…
Well there ya’ have it, folks. The WWE Champion Rob Van Dam, he’ll give Shawn Michaels his match at War Games, all Michaels has to do is step up, be a man, and challenge the champion. That’s sure as heck added a lil’ extra spice to our tag team main event tonight! But right now, the Women’s Title is up for grabs, and here comes the impressive youngster from Calgary, Natalya Niedhart.
Like you said J.R., Niedhart is from Calgary, she was part of the famed last graduating class from the Hart Dungeon, and tonight she gets her first shot at becoming WWE Women’s Champion. I dunno about you two, but Niedhart really impressed me with her victory last week over Maria and Melina in that Triple Threat Match, and I think she’s got all the skills needed to end Beth Phoenix’s title reign.
No doubt about it, Joey. I mean, she’s a member of the Hart family. Gold and championships, that’s in her blood. We just heard about Harry Smith and Tyson Kid, and there hopes to become World Tag Team Champions, Natalya might kick it off for The Hart Legacy right here and show the guys how to become a champion!
And now the boos break out as Beth Phoenix
steps out onto the stage, her Women’s Title held high in the air. As always, Beth is accompanied by Victoria
, the pair looking on good terms so far tonight despite the slight problems they’ve been having in recent weeks…
Lemme ask you two a question right here. I know that’s Beth Phoenix, and I know she’s been very impressive ever since she arrived here in the WWE. But… where is Mickie James right now? I mean, I know Mickie was distraught at losin’ to Phoenix at Backlash, but we haven’t see her since!
I can’t answer that, ‘King’. I know Mickie James loves bein’ a WWE Diva, she loves wrestlin’, but I think the emotional level of this rivalry with Beth Phoenix has really taken a toll on her, and that all came to a head at Backlash.
I’m sure Mickie James will be back, sooner rather than later. But right now, Beth Phoenix has to put her title on the line, not only is she thinkin’ about Mickie James and Natalya, but what about these disagreements she’s been having with Victoria these last few weeks? A lot on the champion’s mind right now, and that could play into the challenger’s favour.
Match 3: Women’s Championship Match
Women’s Champion Beth Phoenix w/ Victoria vs. Natalya Niedhart
As the bell rings, Beth has a smirk on her face, one that suggests she’s not exactly taking the threat of Natalya seriously. And as the two tie up, Beth wins the initial power struggle, backing Natalya into the corner, where she provides a clean break when asked for one by the ref, that smirk still etched on her face. The pair lock up again, and this time Phoenix works into a hammerlock… but Natalya catches the champion off guard, spinning through, dropping to her knees, taking Phoenix down with a fireman’s carry, before locking on an armbar. Phoenix struggles back to her feet and swings a right hand… but Natalya ducks it, releases her grip on the left wrist… then takes Beth up and down with a side suplex! First cover of the match… Beth kicks out at two, but she quickly scrambles to a corner, where Victoria moves in to give the champion a pep talk. After a few strong words, Beth is back up for another tie up, the challenger gaining the upperhand, until Beth shoves Natalya off the ropes… Natalya runs her over with a shoulderblock! Quickening the pace, Natalya comes off the ropes… clothesline knocks Beth down! Beth is back up… kick to the midsection… suplex puts her down again! Natalya is rolling here, and now… she’s going for the SHARPSHOOTER! Niedhart looks to end this one early… but Beth kicks and scurries to the ropes, causing the break, and then she rolls outside. After pausing for a second, Natalya heads outside… only for Beth to tackle here into the apron! Natalya doubles over in pain, and Beth takes advantage, laying in with a flurry of forearms to the lower back, before she slides back into the ring to distract the ref… allowing Victoria to lay in with a cheap shot to the ribs! Victoria rolls the challenger back inside, Beth dives into the cover… 1… 2… Niedhart rolls a shoulder.
Phoenix now starts to target the back, laying in with forearms and knees to the spine, taking Natalya up and down with a backbreaker, and then gaining a near fall from a slingshot suplex. Phoenix dominates this portion of the match, continually doing damage to the small of the back, dropping knees on the back, gaining another near fall with a belly to belly suplex, before she locks Natalya into a chinlock, driving her knee into the back as she pulls back on the head. Natalya groans in pain each time Beth ups the pressure, and it appears as if the challenger is starting to fade… until the crowd rally behind her, and with a burst of energy, Niedhart tries to fight back to a vertical base… and drills a pair of elbows to the gut, breaking free… only for Beth to grab a handful of hair… and slam Natalya hard to the canvas! The energy of the crowd is sapped, and now Beth stands over Natalya, laughing… until she’s caught in an INSIDE CRADDLE! 1… 2... Beth barely kicks out! Both women burst to their feet, with Natalya blocking a right hand… striking with one of her own! And another! And a third! The challenger goes for the Irish whip… then sends the champion flying with a back body drop! Beth staggers back to her feet… right into a dropkick! Niedhart goes for the cover… 1… 2… Beth rolls a shoulder! Sensing the champion is in trouble, Natalya grabs her legs, steps and twists… going for THE SHARPSHOOTER… NO! Victoria jumps up onto the apron, protesting, causing Natalya to release her grip and head to the ropes… where she sends Victoria flying with a running forearm! Victoria hits the floor hard, but the distraction has worked, as Beth now gets back on her feet… and hammers Natalya from behind! The challenger drops to a knee, but Beth quickly has her back up, hooked up… then up in the air… for the GLAM SLAM!! Natalya is planted, and Beth rolls her over to get the 1… 2… 3.
Winner: And STILL Women’s Champion, Beth Phoenix @ 05.18
A gutsy effort from Natalya, but ultimately it’s not quite enough as Beth hangs onto her title. The champion quickly pushes herself back to her feet, snatching her title away from the referee and clutching it closely to her chest, while on the outside, Victoria tries to shake off the big right hand she ate from Natalya, staring up at Phoenix, clearly looking annoyed at the total lack of concern for her from her friend. Again Victoria shakes her head before she rolls back into the ring, where upon seeing her, Beth rushes and hugs Victoria in a very over the top fashion. Initially taken aback, it takes a stern look from Beth to finally get Victoria to hug her back and celebrate in a similar fashion. After the hugging, the pair separate, allowing Beth to head to the corner where she calls for and receives a microphone…
Y’know… I gotta hand it to Natalya. I mean, for a rookie, she sure ran me close. But once again, I held onto this title… and I did it all – by – myself.
A wry laugh from Victoria, who rolls her eyes behind the champion’s back…
But it’s kinda sad that I’ve just beat Natalya like that, ‘cause now that I’ve beaten her… that means there’s nobody left for me to face. ‘Cause two weeks ago, I made Candice Michelle cry like a little baby… Natalya might’ve came from the dungeon, but she knows she’s no match for me… and I don’t think that stupid bimbo Maria is gonna put down that microphone anytime soon.
Beth pauses, laughing to herself as she shrugs her shoulders…
So you people might as well just face it. There’s nobody left. I’ve beaten everybody, I’ve…
The crowd answer back with a “Mickie! Mickie! Mickie!” chant, something which draws the ire of the champion…
Mickie? Mickie James!? Don’t make me laugh. Of all the people I’ve beaten here on Raw, Mickie has to be the most pathetic of ‘em all.
That comment draws a round of boos from the crowd…
The last time anyone saw Mickie James, she was an emotional wreck. She was cryin’ her little eyes out after I took this title away from her, and nobody’s heard from her since. You people might as well get used to the fact that Mickie James… is history
More jeers, at which Beth simply smirks at…
Mickie’s too scared to come back and face me… and now that I’ve beat her, Candice and Natalya… I need some new competition. It’s my goal to put this title on the map, to restore some pride in women’s wrestling, to prove that WWE Divas can be both beautiful and
powerful, and for that, I’m gonna need somebody to defend this title against.
In the background, Victoria raises her eyebrows upon hearing that last comment…
And since there’s nobody left here in the WWE for me to beat… I guess I’ll need to find somebody from somewhere else. That’s why right now, I’m issuing an open challenge to ANY female wrestler around the world to come and face me for this title at War Games.
Hands on her hips, Victoria ruefully shakes her head and smiles, while Beth is oblivious as to what is going on behind her…
I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you come from… all I care about is that you give me more of a challenge that lil’ Nattie did right there.
The camera cuts to show the referee helping Natalya back up the ramp, something at which Beth gleefully gloats at…
I’ll be waiting for an answer, and-
Suddenly, the crowd let out a surprised pop as Victoria places her hand on top of the microphone, silencing her friend. Shocked, Beth asks “What are you doing?”, to which Victoria motions for calm, gently removing the mic from Beth’s grasp…
Beth? I uh… I don’t know how to tell ya’ this, but… there is one
diva here on Raw that you haven’t beaten yet.
Still in shock, Beth looks at her friend, searching for a way to understand, while the crowd cheer this surprising turn of events…
I mean, I know we’re friends and everything. And you know I’ll always
have your back. But… if you’re gonna issue an open challenge for War Games… then I’d like to accept it.
Another pop, but Beth is furious, angrily shaking her head, quickly snatching the mic back from Victoria…
Victoria? What uh… what are you doing? I mean, you’re supposed to be my friend. I don’t want… I mean, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re focus is supposed to be on me and my
Victoria thinks it over and nods her head in agreement, but quickly asks for the mic to be handed over…
Listen, Beth… we are still friends. All I’m sayin’ is… give me a shot at the title.
Phoenix shakes her head, struggling to come to terms with the request, which prompts Victoria to place a reassuring hand on the champion’s shoulder…
How ‘bout this? I’ll even give you a week to think about it. Next week, you can just let me know, OK? Beth, this is nothing personal. This is just too friends, wrestling a match. Just like you and Mickie did all those years ago before your… accident
That draws a fierce glare from Phoenix, you shouts “You know it wasn’t an accident!” in regards to the incident that ended the friendship of Beth and Mickie all those years ago…
Only this time… it’ll be for that title.
Victoria points out a finger and touches the gold, which prompts Beth to quickly turn away shielding the title as she clutches it dearly…
Just think about it, Beth. And next week… you can let me know.
*I AIN’T A LADY TO MESS WITH…*
And with that, Victoria hands the mic back to Beth and very casually heads for the ropes and then up the ramp. Beth is still shocked from what she’s heard, staring down the mat, shaking her head in disbelief, before she turns and stares as her friend walks away from the ring. The camera switches between both divas, with a smirk on Victoria’s face, while in the ring, Phoenix’s face shows a mix of fear and anger, with nobody quite sure of what Phoenix’s answer to Victoria’s challenge will be.
We open to a blank, black screen, with dark, ominous violin strings playing. Slowly, heavy rainfall is heard, then the sound of police sirens and screaming women fade in, then we hear the whir of a helicopter as the picture cuts to news footage from what looks like some sort of disaster that’s hit a city…
Female Reporter: …and police are reporting a lone assailant, who rampaged through the city, leaving a terrifying path of destruction behind him…
More news footage, this time of overturned police cars scattered around a city street, while in the background, an ambulance is on fire...
Male Reporter: …we’ve heard he hit suddenly, he ripped through the heart of the city, and nothing would slow him down…
Now we see a man on the scene, who appears to be an innocent bystander in all this mayhem, being interviewed, blood pouring down his head, dust flying all around him as police cars whizz past in the background...
Man: …God, I dunno, he was a beast, he was huge! The guy was a monster! I’ve never seen anythin’ like ‘im…
We now see an Army truck pull up onto the scene, with a full squadron of soldiers jumping out of the back and then running in various directions…
Female Reporter: …and we understand police chiefs have called in the National Guard, in the hope they can do something about it…
More grainy interview footage from the news feed, this time from a man who we assume to be the Chief of Police, who stands in the middle of the mayhem, the rain bouncing off his hat as he ducks in fear of the explosions going off behind him…
Police Chief: So far, all our efforts haven’t phased him. We just can’t see to stop ‘im, and we’re runnin’ outta time…
We now cut to a news conference with the mayor of this city, who looks worried as he reads from the notes on the podium he stands behind...
Mayor: …with that in mind, I am declaring a state of emergency. Folks, this is not a drill. Please, leave your belongings, just grab your families and get out of the city as fast as you can…
Back to the mayhem, where the man previously interviewed is again infront of the camera, people screaming and running for their lives behind him…
Male Reporter: …if I can just ask you one last question. What on earth can stop this man?
With a look of fear in his eyes, the man offers no response, simply shaking his head until he’s able to mutter the words…
Man: I dunno man, I mean…
The screen now fades to black, until two dark red eyes slowly shine through the darkness, while we hear the man say…
“God help us all…”
"‘THE PREDATOR’ SYLVESTER TERKAY - COMING SOON TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW!"
*End Video Package*
We’re back into the arena, to silence… until…
”AME – RICAN… DRE – EEAAMMMM!”
*COMMON MAN BOOGIE…*
The arena erupts with a great, nostalgic pop as Dusty Rhodes
enters the arena. Rhodes looks like he’s having a whale of a time as he struts his stuff, playing up to the crowd, with the Sacramento faithful lapping it up before Rhodes finally starts to gyrate his way down the ramp to the ring…
He is without doubt one of the very best this industry has ever seen. A true legend of our sport, the three time former World Heavyweight Champion, an inductee in the 2007 WWE Hall of Fame Class, ‘The American Dream’, Dusty Rhodes! What an honour it is to have Dusty here with us tonight to talk about that huge upcoming match, War Games.
And listen to this ovation, these people love ‘im! And you talk about War Games J.R., I never competed in one of those matches, but I remember watchin’ them back in the old NWA days. You wanna talk about brutal, barbaric matches, War Games was right up there with the best of ‘em!
And it all came from the mind of that man, Dusty Rhodes! It’s been almost ten years since the wrestling world has seen War Games, but now it’s back to settle the family feud that is poised to tear Monday Night Raw apart. And if you ever wanted to know what to expect once those ten men step inside that steel structure, then ‘The American Dream’ Dusty Rhodes is the guy to listen to.
In the ring, Rhodes salutes the fans then heads to the corner where he’s handed a microphone. Upon returning to the centre of the ring, the music cuts, but as Rhodes tries to speak, he’s humbled by a deafening “Dusty! Dusty! Dusty!” chant from the crowd, with an almost emotional Rhodes nodding in appreciation of the fans…
Thank you. Thank you all very much. Lemme tell ya’ right now how much of an honour it is to be here, speakin’ to all you people tonight. The lights are shinin’ bright, this is history in the makin’ right now, live on Monday Night Raw… and ol’ ‘Dream’ is here to give y’all a lil’ history lesson on one thing, and one thing only…
And with a serious, cold blooded look, Rhodes stares down the hard camera and says…
And with that chilling statement, Rhodes draws a loud pop from the crowd before he continues…
War Games… even the very mention of its name sends chills up and down my body. There’s been a lotta different evil, demonic structures in the history of wrasslin’. And lemme tell ya’, I’ve stepped foot in all of ‘em, baby. I have wined and dined with kings and queens… and I have looked the devil square in his eye. And I did it all… at War Games.
A hushed response from the crowd, echoing the seriousness of Rhodes’ words…
Now for all you kids out there, lemme give ya’ a lil’ history lesson right here. Y’see, there was a time when the very man y’all saw me huggin’ earlier tonight, ‘Nature Boy’ Ric Flair-
Rhodes is cut off by a “Wooo!” chant from the crowd, something which he nods and smiles at…
There was a time when ol’ Naitch’ and me… well, let’s just say we didn’t get along too well. Or to better put it, me and Naitch’… we hated each other. Y’see, as a lil’ kid growin’ up in Texas, this son of a plumber wanted nothin’ more than to one day make it to the very top of this sport. But there was always one man… or one group that stood in my way. That was Naitch’… and The Four Horseman.
Another nostalgia filled cheer from the crowd for the mention of the legendary group…
We danced that dance, we spilled a lotta blood, and at the end of the day, the scored had to be settled, and it was only ever gonna be settled one way, and that was inside a steel cage.
Pausing, Rhodes purses his lips, choosing his words carefully…
Now when you step inside a cage with The Horseman, you better be bringin’ an army with ya’. And just like I see John Cena do, I had to build a team to take on ‘The Dirtiest Player in the Game’. I went to battle, I stood toe to toe with some of the toughest men this business has ever known. The Road Warriors… Nikita Koloff… Lex Luger… Sting… through the years, we all fought The Horseman, we all shed blood together, we all fought like brothers… and we lived to tell the tale.
And year after year, be it NWA, Jimmy Crockett Promotions, or WCW, when a score had to be settled, you picked a side, and you stepped into War Games. And no matter what the outcome, I promise each and ev’ry one o’ ya’… nobody
was ever the same.
Chilling words from Rhodes, who’s stare from beneath his cowboy hat pierce the screen…
And when I look at John Cena and I look at Bobby Lashley, I can’t help but feel like I did all those years ago. I know what’s goin’ on in their minds, I know what their teammates are feelin’ right now. There’s the fear of the unknown. And lemme tell ya’, until you step foot inside that cage, until you’re in that environment… you ain’t never gonna know what War Games has in store.
Rhodes solemnly shakes his head…
And that’s why, when I look at those teams so far… the fact that Ric Flair is gonna be alongside John Cena… I gotta give ‘em the edge. That experience, that knowledge, the fact that Flair’s been there and done it all before… and that he’s an ol’ snake who knows a trick or two… that’s gonna give Team Linda a big advantage.
Cheers from the crowd due to Rhodes’ endorsement of Team Linda thus far…
But lemme just say one thing to ev’rybody who signed up for the match… and to anybody who’s still thinkin’ about it… you’ve got the chance of a lifetime starin’ you straight in the eye. You’ve got the chance to become legends of this industry. The chance to alter the history of Monday Night Raw forever, the chance to leave your mark, long after your careers are over.
Rhodes looks off into the distance, almost reminiscing, before he stares sternly into the camera…
But it’s gonna cost ya’. It’ll take a toll on your body. It’ll break bones, it’ll make ya’ bleed, it’ll scar your very soul. But if ya’ make it… if ya’ survive… and more importantly, if ya’ win…
And with all the conviction he can muster, Rhodes stares into the hard camera and says…
You’ll never be forgotten.
Pop from the fans…
For a lotta guys, War Games is gonna be the biggest night of their career so far, the biggest match they’ve ever been in. Embrace that fear, go make a name for yourself, and-
Well this is a surprise. The crowd jeers in a rather confused fashion as the newcomer Claudio Cesaro
steps out onto the stage. From the top of the ramp, Cesaro gives Rhodes a very sarcastic round of applause, then he slowly starts to swagger his way down to the ring. As Cesaro climbs the stairs, Rhodes can’t help but smile in wonder, confused just like the rest of us as to why Cesaro has chosen to interrupt him. In the ring, Cesaro gives Rhodes a nod of respect as he brushes past him and heads to the corner to grab a mic, before he turns back towards the middle of the ring and pauses, waiting for his music to come to an end, giving Rhodes a long look up and down…
Dusty Rhodes! ‘The American Dream’! ‘Der Amerikanische Traum’! A legend here in the WWE! You have no idea how good it is to see you here tonight, Dusty. It is truly… and honour to stand in the ring with a man like yourself.
Although Cesaro seems genuine enough, Rhodes, along with everyone in the arena, isn’t buying it…
Allow me to introduce myself. My name… is Claudio Cesaro. I haven’t been here on Raw very long, but did you know Mr. Rhodes that in my first two weeks here, I beat not only one… but two
Rhodes raises his eyebrows and nods, impressed…
But I was standing backstage, and I hear you talk about War Games… and I can’t help but be impressed with you and all you’ve done in your career. But… you are, how you like to say… a common man
Dusty nods in agreement…
A common man? A man of the people. A man of the streets. A man who every man can look up to, yes?
Again Dusty simply nods…
And this common man
tag, this is something you are happy with. Well Mr. Rhodes, let me tell you something. The common man… this is something that Claudio Cesaro will never
… ever be.
Because I enjoy the finer things in life. I bet you like nothing better than sitting back, drinking a beer, watching some football, being as ordinary and as… pathetic
… as all these people in Sacramento.
And then there is this idea of… ‘The American Dream’. You, Mr. Rhodes, you
are ‘The American Dream’. And looking around this arena… I agree. You are
the embodiment of ‘The American Dream’!
Scanning the crowd, Cesaro points a few of the larger fans in the crowd, motioning as to how similar their bodies shapes are to Rhodes’…
That is… if the idea of the American dream is to be a fat, broken down has been, whose legacy is a dancing polka-dot man… then yes Dusty, you truly are ‘The American Dream’!
Cesaro has a laugh to himself as the crowd jeer…
Or maybe in your case… ‘The American Nightmare’!
Again Cesaro laughs, almost doubling over at how funny he is…
But seriously, Dusty… if you
are ‘The American Dream’… then you are everything
that is wrong with this country. The fact that a fat, out of shape man, whose only redeeming quality was to shake his fat ass in this ring… is somehow considered a legend? Or even a Hall of Famer? If you
are all it takes to be a success in this company… then not only are you what’s wrong with America… you are also what’s wrong with the WWE.
The boos from the fans cause Cesaro to stop, but he strokes his chin and then starts again…
And if you are his only role model… then you’re the reason why your son will be an even bigger loser than his Dad.
And that’s too much for Dusty, as ‘The American Dream’ slaps the microphone clean out of Cesaro’s hand! Claudio is stunned as he quickly scrambles to pick the mic back up off the canvas, but before he can protest, Rhodes starts to speak…
Lemme tell ya’ somethin’ here, Cesaro. You don’t gotta come out here and tell me what ya’ all about. I know ya’, I seen ya’ these last few weeks. I heard what ya’ had to say to guys like Rob Van Dam and John Cena, two great champions, two guys with more class than any fancy European education’ll ever get ya’.
Fuming, Cesaro screws up his face in anger, but Rhodes isn’t done yet…
Ya’ walk out here, flappin’ ya’ lips, talkin’ about how great ya’ are… but at the end of the day, you ain’t nothin’ special boy
. Y’see in this business, punks like you, who walk in the door and think they owed title shots, they owed a career, punks like you are a dime a dozen.
Pop from the crowd…
Ya’ ain’t got no resepct for nobody. Ya’ ain’t got no respect for the men who trailed a path to make this sport what it is today. If it weren’t for the sacrifices, for the years spent on the road, for the blood we shed, so that you can even stand in this ring right now and run ya’ mouth.
The passion with which Dusty speaks resonates with the crowd who give him another cheer…
And in all the time ya’ been here, that’s all I ever see ya’ do Claudio… run ya’ mouth. Those two wins over Cena and Van Dam? Flukes. What happened when it really mattered, what happened in a fair fight? Ya’ got beat. Ya’ flap those gums, but when it comes down to it, ya’ can’t back it up. But y’know… I’ll give ya’ credit for one thing…
Interested, Cesaro raises his eyebrows and listens intently…
Y’see my time to shine, my time has came and gone. I see a hunger in ya’ Claudio, I see it in those eyes. But until ya’ do some somethin’ to make a name for ya’ self, all it’s ever gonna be… is words.
With a real sense of conviction in his eyes, Rhodes continues…
Ya’ wanna make a name for ya’ self? Ya’ wanna get ya’ name on the map? Then how ‘bout backin’ up those words… and doin’ it at War Games?
A mixed response from the crowd, while Cesaro turns away, thinking things over…
How ‘bout you step into that cage… and ya’ try prove ya’ ain’t all talk? How ‘bout ya’ prove that underneath that fancy suit… there’s a real wrassler under there?
The crowd isn’t quite sure how to respond, and neither it seems is Cesaro. Taking an age to think it over, eventually Cesaro chuckles to himself and points a finger at Dusty…
War Games? You think I
… Claudio Cesaro… should enter War Games?
With a sarcastic laugh, Cesaro shakes his head…
No. I don’t need to prove
anything to you, old man. I don’t need to pay my dues, I don’t need to thank you for any sacrifices. I’m not some rookie, I’m not the… common
… wrestler. I’ve won championships all over the world, ich bin der beste in der Welt, I am… the best.
Jeers from the fans…
But if you think I haven’t proved anything yet… then maybe I should start… with you.
BANG! Out of nowhere, Cesaro drills Rhodes square in the face with his microphone! ‘The American Dream’ hits the canvas, grabbing at his face, while Cesaro pounces, mounting Rhodes, hammering him with right hands square in the face, a flurry of fists landing on the Hall of Famer, until Cesaro gets back on his feet and starts laying in with the boots. Tearing the expensive suit jacket from his body, Cesaro roars to the crowd, who respond with boos, while the camera pans to show us that Rhodes has been BUSTED OPEN by the assault. Again Cesaro moves in, grabbing a handful of hair, landing more stinging right hands to the forehead, blood flying everywhere as Rhodes’ head snaps back, the Hall of Famer helpless in the middle of the ring… until suddenly a roar breaks out from the crowd… as Cody Rhodes is sprinting down to the ring! The young man identified earlier as Dusty’s son races down the ramp and slides into the ring… but Cesaro sees him coming and quickly rolls away from Dusty and under the bottom rope! Furious, Cody stands over the ropes and swings a wild right, desperate to get his hands on Cesaro, but Claudio smugly backs away, laughing at the youngster. Turning to his father, Cody tries to aid Dusty back to his feet, but as we head to commercial, we hear the ring of jeers from the crowd, while the camera focuses on the smug look on Cesaro’s face, who can now add the bloodying of a WWE Hall of Famer to his list of accolades.
We’re back, and we’re in the War Room of Mr. McMahon
, sat at a desk, with his son Shane McMahon
and his confidant John Laurinaitis
sat nearby. At the end of the desk sits Mr. McMahon’s Personal Assistant, Brooke Adams
, while on the leather couches across the room, The Redneck Wrecking Crew
sit, relaxing and throwing back a few cans of beers. At the table, Vince is reading over a folder of papers, and once he’s read enough, he closes the file, lets out a deep breath, before he looks at both Shane and Laurinaitis…
Who do we go for? Huh? I mean, we need a fifth man here gentlemen, and I’m not really likin’ what I’m hearin’ out of you two right now. I mean… is this really the best we’ve got right now? Is that list really the best you two could come up with?
Annoyed, Vince searchingly looks at his two lieutenants, which causes Laurinaitis to sheepishly turn away…
There’s gotta be somebody else.
We tried Dad. I mean, that’s it. That’s the best we’ve got.
Exasperated, Vince picks up the folder again, flicking through it, before he rubs his forehead in anger…
What about down in developmental? I mean that’s your business Laurinaitis, you’ve gotta have some young kid down there with potential, somebody that would crawl over broken glass for the chance to be on my team. There’s gotta be somebody down there with that ruthless aggression we need!
Not anybody I’d trust in a match of this magnitude, sir.
A tense, frustrated look on Vince’s face as he again flicks his way through the file…
Wait… I’ve got it. I’ve got it! Shane! Yeah… Shane! You can do it! You’ve can be our fifth guy!
The younger McMahon shuffles nervously in his seat, clearly not enamoured with that suggestion…
I mean, who better to represent me at War Games… than my own son!
What? Me? I uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dad. I mean… yeah, I’ve done a lot of crazy stuff over the years… but War Games? I don’t… I don’t know about that.
And at this point, Vince is about ready to explode…
Well… well if it’s not you, then who the hell else is there!?
And right on cue, the door swings open, clashing off the wall, the racket taking everyone in the room by surprise, including Cade and Murdoch, both men bursting to their feet in anger, ready to confront whoever this may be… and with a shocked look on his face, Vince rises from his seat, takes a few steps forward… and is quickly face to face with… Claudio Cesaro! The man we just saw assault Dusty Rhodes has now stormed into Mr. McMahon’s office, full of intensity, clearly a man with something important to discuss with ‘The Boss’…
Mr. McMahon! I need to speak with-
What just a minute! Who the hell do you think you are!? You don’t come into my office like that!
Mr. McMahon, Ich entschuldige mich, I’m sorry, but… I need to speak to you.
McMahon turns to Cade and Murdoch, nodding, motioning for them to stand down, allowing Cesaro to speak freely…
What do you want, Cesaro? I don’t have time for this right now.
If you’re short of time Mr. McMahon, I’ll make this quick. The fifth spot on your War Games team… I want it.
Vince lets out a hearty “Ha!”, but Cesaro doesn’t waver…
What? You? No, no I don’t think so. Lemme tell ya’ somethin’ Cesaro, I heard what Dusty Rhodes had to say to you. And y’know what? He was right. You’re all talk. You’ve been here what, a month? I haven’t seen anythin’ that’s impressed me yet. Certainly not enough to make me want to put you on my War Games team.
Turning away with a shake of the head, Vince moves to head back to his seat…
I’m sorry, but the answer’s no.
But as he steps, Cesaro reaches out and grabs Vince by the arm, taking a huge risk by stopping McMahon in his tracks…
But Mr. McMahon… Sir, you and myself… we’re not all that different.
A notion that Vince scoffs at…
We both come from great, powerful families. We are both part of great legacies, dynasties that go back for generations. We both enjoy the finer things in life. We prefer to do our business in the right way. But… we can both fight when we have to. We can both get our hands dirty. And Mr. McMahon, if I haven’t impressed anyone yet… if I haven’t impressed you
yet… then give me that spot on your team… and I’ll impress you at War Games.
It’s an intense moment as both men stare hard into each other’s eyes, the seriousness of the moment clear for all to see. McMahon sizes Ceasro up, then he looks away, considering his options, before he turns back to Cesaro with a smirk on his face…
Well… I guess the way you beat up ol’ Dusty out there was pretty impressive.
Another look into the eyes, before Vince slowly starts to nod…
Yeah… yeah. I can see it. I see that… ruthless aggression. I see that spark. Yeah… you’re my guy, Cesaro. You’re my fifth guy. Welcome to Team Vince!
And with a firm handshake, the deal is sealed. The newcomer, the determined Claudio Cesaro is the final man on Team Vince. The camera lingers on the handshake as the jeers break out in the arena, while it’s all smiles in Vince’s office, with ‘The Chairman of the Board’ looking even more confident than he’s ever done, an ominous sight for John Cena and Team Linda.
Back into the arena where we hear…
*THIS FIRE BURNS…*
The fans give a good pop for the arrival of The Straight Edge Saints
into the arena, with CM Punk
standing hand in hand with Kelly Kelly
as Nick Dinsmore
brings up the read. As usual, Punk taps the imaginary watch on his wrist, hold’s it to Kelly’s ear, before the trio yell out “It’s clobberin’ time!” and then head to the ring…
Wow. What a turn of events that is. Claudio Cesaro joining Randy Orton, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch and Bobby Lashley on Team Vince! That means Mr. McMahon’s team is set, he’s got his five men signed up!
And what an impressive team it is. I mean, those five guys, that’s gonna be a tough ask for John Cena to find another two guys to help him match that.
Never doubt John Cena, ‘King’. I’m sure he’s got a couple o’ guys in mind. But right now, it’s time for another King of the Ring qualifier, and here comes CM Punk, one of the most impressive youngsters I’ve seen in the WWE for a number of years. If Punk wins this one tonight against Chris Masters, this kid could easily go all the way at Saturday Night’s Main Event and become King.
The great physical specimen that is Chris Masters
steps out, with Melina
by his side, with Masters going through his usual routine of posing under the shower of pyro, shaking of his robe, with Melina fondling his muscles the whole time. With the posing and flexing over with, the pair make their way down the ramp to the ring…
In recent weeks, Chris Masters has had to deal with some pretty distracting music playing during his matches. Last week it cost Masters in a tag team match with Kenny Dykstra against Carlito and Jeff Hardy, and earlier tonight, Masters and Melina, they went on the hunt for whoever is behind this music.
We cut to inside the arena this afternoon, the stands empty, not a fan insight. The camera follows Chris Masters and Melina storm out onto the stage, where we see three men huddled on the stage, each man wearing headsets and looking at clipboards, clearly doing some of technical check before the show. As Masters and Melina approach this trio, the camera shows us that one of the men is the man identified last week as Kevin Dunn. With his back to Masters, Dunn doesn’t see Masters storming towards him, meaning he’s caught completely unaware when Masters grabs him by the collar and spins him around…
Chris Masters: Dunn! What the hell!? It happened again! That damn music, it happened again, and I wanna know why!
Kevin Dunn: I-I-I don’t know! I promise!
Not happy, Masters starts shaking Dunn violently back and forth…
Chris Masters: Who is it!? Huh? Who’s the guy that keeps playin’ that music?
Kevin Dunn: I-I keep tellin’ you I don’t-
Masters doesn’t even wait for Dunn to finish as he spins him around… and slaps on the MASTERLOCK!! Dunn’s torso starts shaking wildly back and forth, Masters ragdolling Dunn, while Dunn’s two colleagues desperately try and prise his hands free, but it’s no use as Masters had the hold locked in tight…
Chris Masters: How ‘bout now Dunn, huh!? How ‘bout now!? Melina, ask ‘im!
Melina: Give us his name, Kevin! Tell us who’s payin’ you off? Tell us who’s payin’ you to play those videos!
There’s no answers from Dunn as he cries out in agony, and finally we get some help as a group of agents and security rush to Dunn’s aid, doing their best to free him from Masters’ grip. Masters hangs in there, continuing to swing Dunn violently back and forth, until finally, mercifully, Masters tosses Dunn down to the stage. Masters is fuming, seriously pissed off, but as the agents do their best to create a barrier between Masters and Dunn, it’s more frustration for Masters as the video comes to and end with him still none the wiser as to who is behind the music that’s been haunting him these last two weeks.
*End Video Package*
Back in the arena, and in the ring, Masters and Melina are laughing having watched the footage on the titan tron, with Masters shouting “It ain’t gonna happen again!”…
What a piece of work Masters is. Kevin Dunn, our Executive Producer here on Raw, he might oversee all the entrance music and the fireworks and such, but that doesn’t mean he’s got anything to do with the music that’s been distracting Masters there last few weeks.
Yeah and Masters and Melina tryin’ to claim that Kevin Dunn’s been pair off by somebody to play it? That’s just ridiculous.
But by the looks of things, Masters looks pretty confident that his troubles with the sound system are behind him. He better hope so, ‘cause the chance to go to Saturday Night’s Main Event and compete for the King of the Ring crown is on the line right here, and I’m sure Masters can do without any distractions.
Match 4: King of the Ring Qualifier - Round of 16
Chris Masters w/ Melina vs. CM Punk w/ Nick Dinsmore and Kelly Kelly
From the initial tie up, Masters shows exactly what kind of mood he’s in right now, backing Punk to the corner, doubling him over with a knee to the midsection, before Masters drops three stiff forearms to the back of the head. The ref has to step in for the break, but Masters quickly charges back in… right into a boot to the face! Now Punk goes to work, shoving Masters to the corner, striking with kicks to the body and legs, before Punk puts Masters down with a snapmare… and delivers a dropkick to the back of the head! First cover of the match… but Masters kicks out at two. Punk then applies a seated hammerlock, but it doesn’t keep Masters down for long as he gets back up, shoves Punk off the ropes… but Punk ducks a clothesline… and takes Masters down with an armdrag! Punk hangs on for an armbar, his early strategy clearly to keep Masters grounded, but again Masters struggles back to his feet, drilling a pair of elbows to the midsection, before he sends Punk to the ropes… but Punk hangs on, prompting Masters to charge… Punk low bridges… and Masters crashes all the way down to the floor! Melina is quickly over to help Masters back up… but here comes Punk… SUICIDE DIVE! Punk takes Masters down and bursts back to his feet, the crowd giving him a great pop, before he starts laying with stomps, then rolls Masters back into the ring for another near fall. As Masters gets back to his knees, Punk lands kicks to the head, before he goes for the Irish whip… and catches Masters with a leg lariat! Punk hooks the leg… 1… 2… but Masters powers out. Masters crawls to the corner to try and escape, but Punk stays on him, yanking Masters up, shoving him to the corner, before he again unloads with kicks to the body. Punk then sends Masters across, follows in… but as he goes for the knee to the face, Masters moves… and Punk crashes into the corner!
A painful landing for Punk as he hits the turnbuckle then smacks off the canvas, and after clearing his head, Masters moves in, dropping knees to the chest, then he drops to quick elbows before yanks Punk up… and plants him with a scoop slam. Punk grabs his back as he crawls to the corner, and Masters zeroes in on this, dropping big forearms to the small of the back, before he goes for the Irish whip… Punk hits the opposite turnbuckle hard, stumbles forward… into a big clothesline! Masters goes for the cover… but Punk gets a shoulder up. Masters continues his attack on the lower back, drilling more forearms, rocking Punk with a backbreaker, taking him up and down with a suplex, before Masters shows incredible strength as he hoists Punk up… and drops him with a GORILLA PRESS SLAM! Masters goes for the cover… but Punk’s too close to the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope to break the count. Masters leaves Punk and heads across the ring, jawing at Dinsmore, which distracts the referee… and allows Melina the chance to deliver a cheap slap to the face! Masters turns back to Punk, drilling him with uppercuts to the jaw, before he scoops Punk up onto his shoulder… then drops him face first on the top turnbuckle! After another near fall, Masters drags Punk back up… but Punk strikes with a shot to the midsection! Punk now rattles off five fists to the face, staggering Masters, allowing Punk to go for an Irish whip… which Masters reverses… but Punk goes for a crossbody… Masters catches him… then sends Punk flying with a FALLAWAY SLAM! Masters scrambles over to hook the leg… 1… 2… Punk rolls a shoulder! Frustrated, Masters yells “C’mon!” at the ref, before he drags Punk up, lays in with another pair of uppercuts, before he sends Punk off the ropes… but Punk ducks underneath a clothesline, puts on the breaks, spins Masters around… and drops him with a DDT!
Both men are down, their respective corners willing them back to their feet, and as they struggle back up, Punk strikes first, smacking kicks to the thighs, before he grabs Masters by the head and starts drilling knees to the face. Punk then fires Masters to the corner… and follows in with a clothesline! Punk then sends Masters to the opposite corner and follows in… knee to the face! Punk hangs on… BULLDOG FROM THE CORNER! Punk quickly rolls Masters over, hooks a leg… 1… 2… Masters rolls a shoulder! Punk is quickly back on his feet, dragging Masters up, going for the Irish whip… which Masters reverses… but Punk avoids him with a baseball slide… then charges Masters into the ropes… for a rollup! 1… 2… Masters kicks out, the momentum sending Punk to the ropes… where he jumps to the second rope… then flies with a SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! 1… 2… Masters barely kicks out! The crowd groan in disappointment, but Punk stays on the attack, waiting for Masters to stumble to his feet… for a STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! Masters is down and out, but instead of going for the cover, Punk heads to the outside and climbs to the top rope… only for Melina to jump up onto the apron! The referee and Punk are both distracted by Melina’s screams, and before Kelly Kelly can get over there, Masters is back on his feet… and he shakes the ropes, causing Punk to fall, crotching himself on the top rope! The distraction works as Punk suffers a painful landing on the top turnbuckle, and now Masters climbs up… hooks up Punk… for a SUPERPLEX!! A huge impact, and now Masters crawls into the lateral press, not even bothering to hook the leg as he’s sure the match is over… 1… 2… NO! Punk rolls a shoulder at the last split second! Melina screams in annoyance, and Masters gets right in the referee’s face, demanding a three count, but being told it was only two. Masters turns back to Punk, stalking Punk, waiting for him to rise… to slap on THE MASTERLOCK!! Masters has his deadly submission move applied, shaking Punk back and forth, the match just seconds from being over…
“NOW LISTEN… THIS AIN’T NO MAKE BELIEVE…
C’MON! OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE…”
No! For the third week in a row, the mystery music has burst into the arena! Masters is enraged, releasing his grip, tossing Punk down to the mat, turning to Melina, their eyes darting around the arena, trying to find out who is responsible for this music. Masters stares up at the entrance way, almost begging for someone to step out… but it doesn’t happen, there’s nobody coming… and then just like that the music stops… just in time for Masters to turn around… where Punk is ready and waiting, taking him up onto his shoulders… GO TO SLEEP!!
Punk nails the GTS, hooks the leg… 1… 2… 3!
Winner: CM Punk @ 07.34
It’s happened again! Masters was seconds away from locking on the Masterlock, but that music has cost him again! Masters is still down and out in the centre of the ring as Punk heads to the outside, while Melina lets out a scream of anguish, head in her hands, almost in tears of rage at what just happened. Punk celebrates with Dinsmore and Kelly, the trio making their way up the ramp as Melina heads over to the timekeeper’s desk, snatching a microphone from Lillian Garcia’s hand, then sliding into the ring…
Chris! Chris, get up!
Masters to shake himself awake, staggering back to his feet…
This is has been going on too long, and we have had enough!
And to emphasise her point, Melina stomps her feet hard on the canvas…
I don’t know who you think you are Mr. Mystery Music Man, but this has gotta stop!
Melina screeches that last comment into the mic…
So I don’t care who you are, but you better show yourself right now!
“NOW LISTEN… THIS AIN’T NO MAKE BELIEVE…
C’MON! OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE…”
The music plays again, and as is starts to kick in… a massive roar breaks out… as a seriously pissed off Johnny Nitro
makes his way down the ramp! Well, it’s Johnny Nitro, but he looks different somehow. His hair flows differently, he’s wearing a different outfit, he just looks… different. And he’s got a new attitude too as he races down to the ring, slides under the bottom rope… and tackles Masters to the canvas! The brawl is on as Nitro mounts Masters, hammering him with a flurry of rights and lefts, only for Masters to manage to kick Nitro away. As Masters stumbles back to his feet, Nitro lines him up… and clotheslines Masters over the top rope to the floor! The crowd are on their feet as Nitro sends Masters packing, and then the pop grows louder as Nitro turns… and sees Melina along in the ring! Fear grips Melina as she pleads with Nitro for mercy, but Nitro’s having none of it as he charges at her… only for Melina to drop down and scramble to the safety of the floor! Quickly Melina staggers around the ring to join Masters, the duo looking back up at the ring, looking like they’ve seen a ghost, while a meaner, more serious Nitro stares at them, fire burning in his eyes, and just as we head to commercial, our commentators say…
”It’s great to see Johnny Nitro back!”
“Well, it’s Johnny Nitro… or is it?”
We’re back, at the interview set, where Todd Grisham
is standing by…
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… he is the WWE Champion… Rob – Van – DAM!
A massive pop inside the arena as ‘Mr. Monday Night’ Rob Van Dam enters the frame. Clearly still smarting from what happened to him earlier at the hands of Shawn Michaels, Van Dam only offers Grisham a quick nod hello, a stern look on his face as he awaits Grisham’s question…
And Rob, obviously you’re disappointed after what happened earlier tonight in the tag team match against Bobby Lashley and Shawn Michaels. However… Shawn Michaels did
score a victory over you, albeit a controversial one. Rob… does that mean a WWE Title match between the two of you is right around the corner?
Van Dam purses his lips as he thinks the question over…
Rob Van Dam:
Y’know somethin’, Todd? I’m getting’ real sick and tired o’ Shawn Michaels and his crap. And I wanna take this time to make somethin’ clear to him. Like I’ve always said, I’ll put this title up against anybody who’s got the guts to step up, face me man to man, and ask for a title shot. Hell, that’s what got Claudio Cesaro his title shot. Now, I might not like the guy, but I gotta respect ‘im. Cesaro walked right into that ring, and he challenged me to a title match… and that’s exactly what he got.
A nonchalant shrug of the shoulder from the champion accompanies that statement…
Rob Van Dam:
I mean, obviously it didn’t work out the way he wanted it to, but I at least he looked me in the eye and came lookin’ for a fight… unlike Shawn Michaels. See, that ain’t Shawn’s style. That ain’t Shawn’s way of doin’ business. That dude has stabbed so many friends and partners in the back… we’ll I guess that’s the only way he knows how to get anythin’. He wants a title shot, I get that… I’m cool with that. What I’m not cool with is him standin’ back here, runnin’ his mouth… and then jumpin’ me from behind.
Reminiscing, Van Dam rubs his jaw, a visual sign of the sting he felt at Michaels’ hands earlier this evening…
Rob Van Dam:
And y’know, I stepped into that ring tonight with Shawn, hopin’ that he’d be a man, look me in the eye, gimme a fair fight. But… nah, he didn’t want that. He did everythin’ he could to avoid me, until that one split second when my back was turned. But I got a message for Shawn Michaels. I’ll take on anybody, I’ll fight any fight, and Shawn, if you want a match with me for my WWE Championship at War Games… all you gotta do is ask, dude.
Another pop from inside the arena…
Rob Van Dam:
No talk of faith, no talk of God, none of those mind games you like to try pull. Just step into the ring, be a man… and ask. And lemme tell ya’ somethin’ Shawn, you want it… I’ll give it to ya’. But I promise, that this title… it ain’t goin’ nowhere. And that’s ‘cause I’m Rob… Van… Dam!
The crowd join in as ‘RVD’ wraps things up in determined fashion, staring hard into the camera before he turns and walks off. Grisham watches him go, almost marvelling at the calmness and composure of the champion during these troubling times, and it’s on the sight of Grisham that we cut away.
To the communal locker room, where sat on chairs are The Straight Edge Saints, a loud cheer from inside the arena as we see CM Punk icing down his neck, while Nick Dinsmore relaxes and Kelly Kelly hands Punk a bottle of water…
I did it man. I did it. I’m goin’ to Saturday Night’s Main Event! And hey, you’re gonna be there too man when you kick Kenny Dykstra’s ass next week.
You got that right.
Punk takes a swig of water before speaking again…
Y’know, nobody thinks either of us have got a shot at winnin’ King of the Ring. Nobody’s talkin’ about us. But y’know what? That’s cool with me, man. They’ll be talkin’ plenty when one of us becomes King.
Yeah. And hey, no matter which one of us becomes King… we’re still The Straight Edge Saints. No matter what.
Punk and Dinsmore share a fist bump, but both are caught off guard by something off camera. Bursting to their feet, nervous looks cross both their faces, and the camera pans to reveal that stood before them… are John Cena and Linda McMahon! Both of The Saints show Cena and Linda respect as they nod hello, almost in a nervous fashion, something which Cena picks up on…
Hey, easy guys. Just relax.
Cena flashes both men a smile, trying to put them at ease…
Hey Punk, helluva job tonight. That was a real gutsy win over Masters earlier. Congratulations on getting’ that spot at King of the Ring.
Thanks, John. Thanks a lot.
Infact both of you guys, you’ve been doin’ a great job these last few months. You’ve had some real excitin’ matches, you came so damn close to becomin’ the tag champs at Backlash… you two are impressin’ a lotta people right now.
And that’s why we’re here.
Both Punk and Dinsmore perk up, interested to hear what’s coming next…
I’m sure you’re both aware that John is the captain of my team at War Games. And I’m sure you’re also aware that on my team… there’s still two spots we need to fill.
And I’ve always said I’m lookin’ for guys who are hungry for success. We’ve got a veteran, a guy who’s been there before in Flair, we’ve got a guy lookin’ to right the wrongs of his career so far in Carlito, and then there’s you two. Two guys who are young, lookin’ for that first big break, lookin’ for that chance to really make a name for themselves. You two… you’re exactly who we’re lookin’ for.
Pop from inside the arena…
So… what d’ya say? You in or out for Team Linda?
We’d really love to have you.
Taking a moment, Punk and Dinsmore both look at each other, then at Kelly who simply shrugs her shoulders and nods, before they again look at each other and smile…
I uh… I think I speak for both of us when I say… yeah. Yeah! We’re in!
Another cheer from the fans, with Punk, Dinsmore, Cena and Linda all quickly shaking hands…
Great decision guys. You won’t regret it.
Welcome to the team!
Linda beams with pride, seemingly delighted with the five men she’s brought together to make up her squad…
Listen, I gotta go, I wanna catch Carlito before his match. But hey, great job tonight Punk, best o’ luck for next week Nick. I’ll leave you to tie up the formalities with ‘The Boss Lady’, and we’ll talk strategy soon. Take it easy guys.
And with a pat of Punk’s shoulder, Cena turns and heads for the exit, leaving behind Linda and The Saints, who engage in some inaudible small talk while we head for a video.
Our video opens at the King of the Ring ’96, where ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin stands victorious, delivering the interview that launched his main event career…
Narrator: It’s a night where future legends make their mark...
“AUSTIN 3:16 SAYS I JUST WHIPPED YOUR ASS!”
We now head back to King of the Ring ’93, where Bret Hart puts Bam Bam Bigelow away with the winning victory roll...
Narrator: A night where icons are created…
“I’M THE BEST THERE IS, THE BEST THERE WAS, AND THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE!”
King of the Ring ’01, where Edge puts Kurt Angle down with the Edgecution then crawls into the pin to get an emotional victory…
Narrator: A night when the stars of tomorrow shine bright...
“WELCOME TO THE ERA OF AWESOMENESS!”
And we now go to last year’s tournament final, where Booker T grabs the win over Bobby Lashley…
Narrator: A night to crown… a new king.
“BOW DOWN BEFORE YOUR KING!”
We now see flashing images of some of this year’s contenders, starting with Jeff Hardy, Montel Vontavious Porter, CM Punk and Matt Hardy…
Narrator: And this year, live on NBC, the WWE King of the Ring returns! It’s the one night Saturday Night’s Main Event spectacular where one man’s career is set to skyrocket!
More flashing images, this time it’s Bryan Danielson, Kenny Dykstra, Johnny Nitro and Mr. Kennedy…
Narrator: Eight men will battle to join the most exclusive of WWE clubs. Who will take King Booker’s crown and become the 2007 King of the Ring!?
Another round of flashing images, this time of former winners such as Steve Austin, Owen Hart, Edge, Bret Hart and King Booker…
Narrator: The King is dead…
More clips from last year, this time from Booker’s coronation ceremony, then a quick shot of him close to tears after his victory to clinch the World Heavyweight Championship…
“ALL HAIL KING BOO-KAH!”
”Long live… the King.”
"SATURDAY NIGHT’S MAIN EVENT – THREE HOUR KING OF THE RING SPECIAL – JUNE 2ND - LIVE ON NBC!"
*End Video Package*
Back into the arena, and to the announce desk…
That’s right folks, we are just twelve nights away from Saturday Night’s Main Event and the 2007 King of the Ring, live on NBC! And that means we are getting’ ever closer to findin’ out which eight men will compete for one of the most prestigious prizes in all of sports entertainment. Let’s take a look at how the Raw half of the bracket stands after two qualifying matches earlier tonight.
Kenny Dykstra vs. Nick Dinsmore
Chris Masters vs. CM Punk
Carlito vs. Shelton Benjamin
Jeff Hardy vs.
There ya’ see it, folks. Both CM Punk and Jeff Hardy have booked their tickets to Boston, they have made it to the final eight. But the Round of 16 continues next week, and I gotta ask ya’ guys, who do you think is gonna join 'em in Boston? Two of Dykstra, Dinsmore, Carlito and Benjamin are goin' to Boston. Who's it gonna be?
Well, I think a lot is gonna depend on the physical toll that Carlito and Dykstra are about to put themselves through. They’re both gonna be less than 100% next week, and I think that gives the advantage to Nick Dinsmore and Shelton Benjamin.
I gotta agree with ya', Joey. Not just the physical toll, but the emotional effects it can have too. The guy that wins this Ladder Match tonight, he'll find that extra burst of energy to compete next week. The guys that loses? He might too beat up both physically and emotionally to get it done.
By the end of next week, we’ll know the four men who’ll represent Monday Night Raw in the King of the Ring. The King of the Ring 2007, it’s just twelve nights away, it’s gonna be a huge night in WWE history, and you won’t wanna miss it!
We now cut to the hard camera, which shows us that hanging high above the ring is the Intercontinental Championship, and that can only mean one thing…
”I SPIT IN ‘DA FACE… OF PEOPLE WHO DON’T WANT TO BE COOL…”
The loud vibe in the arena continues as Carlito
steps out, a seriously focused look on his face, not even bothering with the usual toss up and catch of his apple, as instead he quickly tosses it aside, rips his t-shirt off over his head and then rolls into the ring, anxious to get things underway…
Look at how intense, how focused Carlito is right now. You called it right ‘King’, Carlito was screwed at WrestleMania, he was screwed again at Backlash, but tonight, there’s no countouts, no disqualifications, all that stands between Carlito and the Intercontinental Championship is a ladder.
And that’s why I think tonight is finally Carlito’s night. Dykstra has weaseled his way out of every situation with Carlito, but there’s nowhere for ‘im to run tonight.
And let’s not forget, in order to get this opportunity tonight, Carlito signed up with Team Linda for War Games. Carlito is headin’ into war, but is he gonna do it as the new Intercontinental Champion? We’re gonna find out when we return to Monday Night Raw!
We’re back, with Carlito pacing the ring, until we hear…
*IN THE MIDDLE OF IT NOW…*
The cheers quickly turn to boos as the Intercontinental Champion Kenny Dykstra
steps out onto the stage, with Torrie Wilson
and Ezekiel Jackson
by his side. Dykstra looks down at the ring and puffs out his cheeks, shaking his head in annoyance before he turns and gives Torrie a quick peck on the cheek, then he heads down to the ring alone as Torrie and Jackson head backstage again…
Welcome back everybody to Raw. There you see Kenny Dykstra, alongside Torrie Wilson and Ezekiel Jackon. But remember that stipulation added last week by Linda McMahon, that Torrie and ‘Zeke’ are both banned
from ringside for this matchup. And for my money, that’s just another advantage for Carlito.
Well it’s Torrie who was the difference maker at both WrestleMania and Backlash, and Jackson was brought in as nothing more than a security blanket for Dykstra. But with both of ‘em now out of the equation, it’s time for Dykstra to either prove that he really is a worthy Intercontinental Champion, ‘cause if he doesn’t, he’s goin’ home empty handed.
And as much as I like seein’ Torrie out here at ringside, I think the fact she’s not gonna be here is what’s gonna make all the difference. No distractions, no interference, and that’s gonna work right in Carlito’s favour.
Main Event: Intercontinental Championship Ladder Match
Intercontinental Champion Kenny Dykstra vs. Carlito
The crowd are electric as the referee calls for the bell, everyone on their feet as from across the ring, Carlito and Dykstra stare each other down, the tension building, until finally they come together with a tie up. Dykstra gains the upperhand with a headlock, but ‘Lito quickly shoves him into the ropes… but Dykstra bowls ‘Lito over with a shoulderblock. And showing straight away that isn’t going to be a classic, technical matchup, Dykstra mounts Carlito and starts hammering him with right hands to the face, then jumps up to start laying in with stomps to the body. ‘Lito crawls to the ropes, which only allows Dykstra to use them to choke the challenger, before he sends ‘Lito across with an Irish whip… but ‘Lito ducks a clothesline and keeps on running… jumps to the second rope…springboard back elbow! Dykstra stumbles back to his feet and into the ropes… and then ‘Lito charges and clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor! Dykstra lands with a splat at the foot of the ramp, and ‘Lito quickly follows him out, drilling Dykstra with a pair of right hands, before scooping him up… and SLAMMING HIM ON THE RAMP! Dykstra smacks off the steel, the crowd roaring it’s approval, but ‘Lito isn’t wasting time as he starts searching under the ring… and pulls out a ladder! The crowd pop big time for the appearance of the ladder, with ‘Lito then sliding it into the ring… but he’s not finished searching under the ring, as he looks again… and pulls out a steel chair! Dykstra staggers to his feet, turns… and CARLITO SMACKS THE CHAIR OFF HIS SKULL!! A massive pop as ‘Lito damn near takes Dykstra’s head off! Dykstra is down and out on the floor, and not wasting any time, ‘Lito heads back into the ring and starts to set up the ladder, looking to climb… but Dykstra is back on his feet, scrambling up the ladder… and he drags Carlito back down!
Dykstra stops the first effort at going for the title, and he starts clubbing ‘Lito with forearms, before he lines him up… and SMASHES CARLITO FACE FIRST OFF THE LADDER! ‘Lito hits the canvas, the ladder tumbles over, and now Dykstra lays in with boots to the chest, before he shoves Carlito into the corner and places the ladder infront of him. Dykstra then backs up and charges… but Carlito hurls the ladder into Dykstra’s path! Dykstra flops to the mat and rolls out to the floor, trying to shake off the cobwebs, but ‘Lito isn’t waiting, lining the ladder up, then coming off the ropes… baseball slide… SENDS THE LADDER CRASHING INTO DYKSTRA! Dykstra falls back into the barrier, and again Carlito stays on the attack, heading outside, smashing Kenny face first off the barrier, then off the steel steps, before he heads towards the announce desk… and rips off the hood! The crowd rise again as ‘Lito scoops up one of the monitors… THEN DRILLS DYKSTRA IN THE FACE WITH IT! The champion flops down to the floor, and again ‘Lito decides he’s going to climb the ladder, taking his time to set it up under the belt, then he slowly starts to climb… but the time taken allows Dykstra to recover, nipping onto the apron… slings himself to the top rope… then springboards onto the ladder! Dykstra now starts hammering ‘Lito, desperately trying to save his title, grabbing Carlito by the hair… and SMASHING HIS FACE OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER! ‘Lito wobbles, hanging on… but Dykstra grabs him and smashes him again, causing ‘Lito to drop… but he lands on his feet… and tips the ladder… sending Dykstra throat first into the top rope! Carlito now looks to keep Dykstra down, rocking him with a few right hands, then a few kicks to the gut, before he places the ladder down on the canvas and rolls Kenny on top. ‘Lito then comes off the ropes… and looks for a running somersault senton… but Dykstra rolls to safety… and CARLITO CRASHES ONTO THE LADDER!
‘Lito takes a risk, but it doesn’t pay off as he smacks off the steel. Both men are down, until eventually Dykstra is back up, laying in with a few stomps, before he picks up the ladder, waits for ‘Lito to rise… then DRIVES THE LADDER INTO THE MIDSECTION! Carlito doubles over in pair against the ropes, then Kenny charges… and TOSSES THE LADDER AT CARLITO, SENDING HIM CRASHING DOWN TO THE FLOOR! The ladder follows ‘Lito out of the ring, but with the challenger down on the outside, Dykstra heads to the opposite side of the ring, heads outside… and pulls out a second ladder! Dykstra slides that ladder into the ring, before he heads around to where Carlito is laying on the floor. Dragging him up, Dykstra drills a few knees to the body, before he goes for an Irish whip… sending CARLITO INTO THE RING POST! Dykstra then reaches down and picks up the first ladder, straddling it across the gap between the barricade and the side of the ring, before he grabs ‘Lito and rolls him back into the ring. Dykstra then moves Carlito into position… and GOES FOR A SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER… NO! Carlito fights it, landing on the apron, where he clubs Dykstra from behind with forearms… then he TRIES TO SUPLEX DYKSTRA ONTO THE LADDER… NO! This time it’s Dykstra who lands on the apron, desperately firing rights to the gut, doubling Carlito over… before Dykstra hooks him up… SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ONTO THE LADDER… SNAPS THE LADDER IN HALF!! It’s a brutal landing for both men, the ladder shattering on impact, and now they both lie in a heap on the floor, their bodies in agony. Eventually it’s Dykstra who makes it back to his feet first, slowly making it back into the ring, grabbing the second ladder, setting it up and starting to climb. Dykstra slowly makes it up the ladder, rung by rung, but on the outside, Carlito makes a move, dragging himself onto the apron, sliding into the ring… and scrambling up the ladder… but Dykstra reaches out… fingertips on the title… no! Carlito drills him with shots to the midsection, doubling Dykstra over… then Carlito flies… SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!! Both men crash and burn to the canvas, a booming “Holy shit! Holy shit!” chant breaking out around the arena, but on the sight of both men grounded, we head for our final commercial of the evening.
And we’re back, with the crowd on their feet as Carlito slowly climbs the ladder, inching ever closer to victory… but here comes Dykstra, grabbing ‘Lito by the tights, yanking him down to the canvas… and then planting ‘Lito with a falling neckbreaker! With Carlito down, Dykstra now decides to punish the challenger, aiming stomps to the left knee and thigh, trying to do damage in an attempt to slow ‘Lito down. Dykstra continues his attack, grabbing the ladder… and SLAMMING IT DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE! Dykstra then puts the ladder on the mat, opens it up, places Carlito’s left leg inside… then stomps on the ladder, crushing the knee inside! Dykstra now opens the ladder up… and drives it down on the knee! And again! And a third time! Carlito groans in pain and crawls away, but there’s no respite as Dykstra scoops ‘Lito up… and SLAMS HIM DOWN, THE KNEE CRACKING OFF THE LADDER! With ‘Lito down, Dykstra sets up the ladder and again starts to climb… but Carlito drags himself up and scrambles up the ladder, yanking Dykstra back down… only for Dykstra to duck a clothesline… and go back to the knee with a chop block! ‘Lito is down again, and now Dykstra places the ladder against the turnbuckle, clearly with something in mind. Dykstra then shoves Carlito to the opposite corner, where he hangs the left leg up on the second rope, delivering a few kicks to the knee, before going for an Irish whip into the ladder… no! Carlito puts on the breaks, prompting Dykstra to charges… right into a BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE LADDER!! The champion writhes in agony, while the challenger grabs his knee, both men down and in pain. After a rest period, it’s Carlito who’s back on his feet first, grabbing Dykstra, slugging him with a few right hands, before he scoops Dykstra up… and looks for a RUNNING POWERSLAM ONTO THE LADDER… NO! Dykstra drops down behind… then nails the JUMPING STO!!
Dykstra hits the move that put Carlito away at WrestleMania, and with the challenger down, Dykstra sets up the ladder and starts to climb. Slowly Kenny makes it close to the top, reaching out, touching the belt… but here comes Carlito! ‘Lito scrambles up the ladder and starts firing shots at Kenny, until he gives Dykstra a shove… Dykstra falls from the ladder… but lands on his feet! The champion quickly pushes the ladder… but Carlito lands on his feet too… but his knee buckles! Leaning against the ropes, Carlito’s in trouble as Dykstra charges… but ‘Lito low bridges… and Dykstra tumbles to the floor! Carlito quickly heads outside, rocking Dykstra with shots to the face, before he looks for an Irish whip into the steel steps… but Dykstra reverses… and Carlito smacks knee first into the steps! Carlito flies over the steps, landing right next to the announce desk, and Dykstra moves quickly towards the timekeeper’s desk to grab a steel chair. The challenger staggers back to his feet… and Dykstra swings… SMACKING THE STEEL CHAIR OFF CARLITO’S SKULL! Carlito is down and out, allowing Dykstra a brief chance to gloat to the crowd, before in a surprising move, Kenny yanks ‘Lito up… then rolls him onto the announce desk. The crowd gasp in fear as Dykstra lays in with a few right hands to keep ‘Lito in place, before he heads back into the ring… and climbs to the top rope! The buzz of anticipation rings out, as Dykstra readies himself… then he flies… SKY HIGH LEGDROP… THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!!
For the second time tonight, the cry is “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” from the crowd, the announce table in pieces, both men down and out, their bodies broken in half after that death defying move from the champion. The announce team call for help from the back given that neither man has moved an inch, their bodies still strewn amongst the rubble.
It takes an absolute age, but eventually, somehow Dykstra manages to crawl towards the ring, using the apron to pull himself back up. In the ring, Dykstra sets up the ladder, and then he starts the long, slow climb towards the gold… but the crowd start to cheer, as somehow… here comes Carlito! ‘Lito starts to climbs the ladder on the same side as Dykstra, grabbing him, trying to stop Dykstra… but Dykstra kicks down… and knocks ‘Lito back down! Dykstra climbs again, reaching up… he’s got the title… no! Carlito again grabs the tights, drilling a few shots to the small of the back… before he steps up, grabs Kenny… BACKSTABBER!! THE BACKSTABBER OFF THE LADDER!!!
An incredible, desperation move from Carlito, which sees Dykstra hit the canvas, bounce and roll to the floor! With the champion down on the outside, it looks like the title is Carlito’s for the taking as he starts to climb… slowly, rung by rung, inching ever closer… he’s got the belt in his grasp… but the crowd gasp in fear… as sliding into the ring… it’s THE REDNECK WRECKING CREW?!
Cade and Murdoch storm the ring, and they drag ‘Lito back down, hammering him with stomps and right hands! What the hell are they doing out here!? It’s an absolute mugging as they hammer Carlito… but Carlito does his best to fight back, swinging wild rights and lefts, hitting anything that moves… and now here comes the cavalry! Here comes The Straight Edge Saints!
Punk and Dinsmore sprint down to the ring, taking the fight to Cade and Murdoch, the two teams brawling it out… but now racing down to the ring… it’s Claudio Cesaro
, Randy Orton
and Bobby Lashley
! Cesaro leads the way, sliding into the ring and tackling Carlito to the canvas, but before Lashley and Orton can make their presence felt, they’re clubbed from behind… by John Cena
and Ric Flair!
Cena and Lashley, Orton and Flair, they’re kicking off War Games early with a brawl on the floor! In the ring, the fight between The Saints and The Crew spills outside, leaving Carlito and Cesaro to go at it, with Cesaro swinging a right hand… but Carlito ducks… BACKSTABBER!!
The backstabber sends Cesaro rolling from the ring, while at the base off the ramp, the other eight War Games participants are engaged in a frenzied brawl! The crowd are going wild, it’s mayhem out there, but in the centre of the ring, Carlito is slowly climbing towards glory… he reaches up… and touches the title… no! Wait! Dykstra is back in the ring… and he tips over the ladder… causing Carlito to fall… RIGHT ONTO THE MASS OF BODIES BELOW!! Carlito crashes and burns, wiping out every member of the War Games Match, meaning that all Dykstra has to do is reset the ladder, climb to the top… reach up… and grab his title! DYKSTRA HAS RETAINED THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Winner: And STILL Intercontinental Champion, Kenny Dykstra @ 16.47
Once again, Carlito has been robbed, and Dykstra is still the Intercontinental Champion! Bodies are strewn all over ringside, ‘Lito is down in a heap, while in the ring, Dykstra clutches his title close to his chest, but he quickly rolls from the ring and tries to pick his way through the bodies at the foot of the ramp. Dykstra stumbles up the ramp as the various bodies try to pick themselves back up, with Orton and Lashley on their feet first, while Cade and Murdoch stay down. Eventually, Cena, Flair and The Saints help Carlito back up, the five teammates looking dejected, and just as Dykstra disappears backstage, we see Cena with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in annoyance, while Flair comforts his former tag team partner…
You gotta be kiddin’ me! Carlito, he’s been robbed once again of the Intercontinental Championship! Dykstra is still the champion, and it’s all down to Team Vince! Just what the hell were they doin’ out here? They had no business invovlin’ themselves in this matchup!
I guess that’s what happens when you sign up to take on Mr. McMahon! Carlito joined up with Team Linda to get one final shot at the Intercontinental Title, and as a way of payback, Vince has sent his boys out here to make sure Carlito never became the champion!
What a wild night this has been! We’ve seen Shawn Michaels pin the WWE Champion, we’ve seen Carlito have the Intercontinental Championship snatched from his grasp, and we’ve seen Team Vince and Team Linda almost explode!
God, I can’t wait for next week. There’s gonna be hell to pay! Good night folks, we’ll see ya’ next week for more Monday Night Raw!
The crowd continue to jeer as from the stage, Team Vince stare down at Team Linda in the ring, all eyes focused on each other, the fury and anger from the ring contrasted with the smug satisfaction at the top of the ramp, the camera switching back and forth as we fade to black.
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
Current Card for WWE WAR GAMES:
Date: June 17th, 2007
Location: Target Center; Minneapolis, Minnesota
War Games Match:
Team Linda (John Cena, Ric Flair, Carlito, CM Punk and Nick Dinsmore) vs. Team Vince (Bobby Lashley, Randy Orton, Lance Cade, Trevor Murdoch and Claudio Cesaro)