Back to business. Raw is basically finished; I've started SmackDown and a little of Over The Limit too. After the PPV I really start to mold things in my own making, set up some big angles, so here's hoping I can get into a rhythm. Who knows. In the meantime, fuck previews - here's Superstars and SmackDown, double whammy.
Bridgestone Arena, Nashville, Tennessee | 12th May 2011
Match One – Tag Team Contest
The Usos bt. R-Truth and Johnny Curtis via pinfall at 10:13
Despite the best efforts of Truth and Curtis, the youngster’s inexperience shows when a double team gone wrong on Jey Uso accidentally leads Curtis into a clothesline on his own mentor. R-Truth hits the deck, and a double Superkick on Curtis eliminates him from the equation, before Jey heads to the top rope and hits the Diving Splash on to Truth for the three count. After the match, the Usos celebrate a meaningful win, seeing as they’ve been hard to come by lately, while Curtis apologises profusely to Truth, and his mentor tells him “Don’t sweat it, man.”
Backstage, where Tyler Black is preparing himself for his first appearance on Superstars. In waltzes David Otunga, his opponent, to tell him not to get too comfortable here; this is HIS show, like SmackDown is, and he owns it like his law degree. He’s the one keeping the show running, because HE’S… well, an A-Lister. Tyler Black is no A-Lister, however. He just makes big empty threats and doesn’t back anything up. Black tells him to shut his mouth and get out of his locker room. Otunga says this is JUST like him, but Black silences him again and says that Otunga’s going to be a little preview for Sheamus to enjoy.
Match Two – Singles Contest
Curt Hawkins bts. Goldust via pinfall at 2:25
Hawkins continues to re-invent himself, taking Goldust apart here – he lays the Bizarre One out with a fantastic Hangman’s Facebuster known as the Taste of Pain, then hits the Heat-Seeking Elbow for a simple three count. After the match, Hawkins gets on the mic again to say that he’s redefining standards, and that tonight was no different. Goldust was in his way, and he pushed the envelope all over him, because that’s what he does for fun. He’s ready to fly, and he just proved that. “RULE-BREAKER.”
Raw Rebound this week is the chilling post-match promo from CM Punk whilst The Convoy beats up Ted DiBiase in the background. With Randy Orton tied up in the ropes, Punk lambasts the Viper’s decision to take him on at Over The Limit, asking why anyone would ever have ‘faith’ in Orton, compared to what Punk is capable of as a leader. Jerry Lawler and a security team try to intervene, but Punk tells them all to stay away, screaming that Lawler isn’t fit to be General Manager, nor attempt to intervene in his business. Skip Sheffield hits DiBiase with Shell Shocked to complete the beatdown, and Punk leads The Convoy up the ramp, as Randy Orton curses what he’s allowed to happen.
Main Event – Singles Contest
Tyler Black bts. David Otunga via pinfall at 8:01
Otunga dominates for stretches of this match, but the new United States Title contender has too much ambition to be kept down for long – he comes back with a fire in his eyes around the seven minute mark, hitting a series of impressive moves to lead him into the stunning Paroxysm and win the match. After the match, Otunga tries to attack him out of anger, but Black again outwits him, knocking him down with a Superkick and hitting the Phoenix Splash to wow the crowd. Black returns to his celebrations, showing that people who attack others after the bell never prosper, and sending a message to his future opponent, Sheamus. We fade away from Black’s satisfied smile as Superstars comes to a close.
Friday Night SmackDown
Bridgestone Arena, Nashville, Tennessee | 13th May 2011
We start with some highlights from last week – first, Alberto Del Rio and his Administration celebrating his World Heavyweight Title win, only to be interrupted by Teddy Long announcing that Edge is cashing in his rematch clause. In that match, we see Edge hitting the Spear on our new World Champion, but Brodus Clay intervenes to hit Edge with the Mayhem Slam, and helps Del Rio out of harm’s way as Edge’s World Title hopes slip away…
…only for us to see his next chance, storming down the ramp to join the Battle Royal in the main event. We see plenty of Edge tossing men from the ring, as well as the impressive performances of Jack Swagger (who helps eliminate Big Show), Kofi Kingston, and Christian. Eventually, Edge and Christian manage to eliminate the entire Corre one-by-one, prompting a furious Wade Barrett back into the ring with his comrades to hit Edge and Christian with chairshots. Justin Gabriel adds a devastating 450 Splash to both men stacked, before the foursome fling Edge and Christian from the match as well, ending both their title hopes. In the final stretches of the match (and this VP), Kofi Kingston’s performance is intercut with the shot of him in his locker room, watching his own defeat to Del Rio at Elimination Chamber… Kingston finally knocks Swagger out of the Battle Royal to win it, sparking celebrations in the arena as Kofi gets his first World Title shot. Alberto Del Rio stands on the announce desk and raises his title belt to end the VP.
Now we’re treated to the SmackDown opening video, flashing through various superstars on the blue brand, finishing, as is common now, with Alberto Del Rio kissing the World Heavyweight Championship at Extreme Rules in front of the red ‘X’. From there, it’s to Nashville, where fireworks light up the stage and the crowd pops BIG for the arrival of Friday Night SmackDown! We head to ringside, where Josh Matthews, Matt Striker and Booker T are waiting with eager smiles…
Welcome to Friday Night SmackDown, folks – I’m Josh Matthews, alongside your teacher
Matt Striker and the Bookerman, the five-time World Champion – Booker T!
I nevah get tired of hearin’ dat, man! We in Nashville tah-night, and believe me, things are gonna get hot and
HEAVY. It’s gonna a big one.
Oh I agree, Booker, it’s gonna be a great night of action here in the Bridgestone Arena, including hearing from The Corre after their shocking actions last week, and in just a few moments, our new number one contender, the high-flying Kofi Kingston.
And we’ll get to that man in a moment, Matt, but take a look at what he’ll be up to later… (the graphic sweeps into view)
he’ll be teaming with Rey Mysterio to take on the Intercontinental Champion, Cody Rhodes, and the World Heavyweight Champion, Alberto Del Rio.
No-one makes tag team matches quite like Teddy Long, guys, and that’s another winner right there – unmissable stuff here on SmackDown tonight.
Absolutely, because also tonight, Jack Swagger takes on the Big Show after their confrontation last week, and Drew McIntyre has a rematch against Sin Cara, as well as Six-Man Tag Team action… frankly, guys, I can’t wait.
“SOS… I HEAR DEM SHOUTIN’! SOS… I HEAR DEM CRYIN’!”
The Bridgestone Arena gives a MASSIVE pop for Kofi Kingston, who comes leaping out from behind the curtain with the biggest smile you’ll ever see! The new number one contender raises his arms for the three thunderclaps, getting some loud “BOOM!”s from the fans in attendance, before he launches himself on to the ramp to get another burst of pyro, and he heads down the ramp, greeting fans along the way.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the new number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship… KOFI – KINGSTON!
A reception worthy of his performance last week, guys – Kofi Kingston pulled out all the stops to win that Battle Royal, and he’s going to Over The Limit as a result.
Awwww man, I tell ya, when it was down to just my boi and Jack Swagger, I thought it was ovah – I thought Jack had it wrapped up on dat apron, then Kofi with dat Pendulum Kick and BAM! We got ourselves one hell of a contender – Del Rio look out.
Kofi Kingston puts in performances like no other superstar on SmackDown, Josh, and last week was no different. He’s told me on countless occasions how he’s wanted to break the glass ceiling and hit the main event – tonight is his first step on that road, and I couldn’t be happier for him.
Kingston trots up the steps and enters the ring, heading about the turnbuckles to fire up the crowd with a few more thunderclaps, before he grabs a mic from ringside. Slowly, his music fades away, and Kingston paces around the ring, unable to hold back a smile as “KOFI! KOFI!” chants build around the arena. He looks down at the cartoon version of himself on his t-shirt (“Here comes the boom!” it cries), then looks up with a nod of his head – he’s overjoyed to be in this position. Up comes the mic.
I’m gonna have to take a sec, guys.
Grinning, he lowers the mic and spreads his arms wide. The crowd slowly builds a cheer and Kofi soaks it up, smile widening as he closes his eyes. After a few moments, he opens them and brings the mic up again.
This is just… the best feeling. Because let me tell you, I’ve been waitin’ for this for a long time.
He puts a hand to his chest.
In fact, lemme explain. I am – the WWE’s biggest fan.
A pop for that.
If you rewind all these years and take me back to bein’ just a little kid, growin’ up in MA, all I ever did was watch this company. You can just imagine me, with my eyes glued to that set – man, that was me, every day. I loved it, watchin’ the Hogans, the Andres, the Warriors…
Some cheers here and there. Kingston grins again.
Hell, some of the best years of my life were watching Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels wrestle each other and sayin’ to my friends – ‘that’s gonna be me some day. I could do that, I know I could.’
Another pop. He looks around the arena and nods.
I know it sounds cliché, but somehow I always knew I’d get here. So here I am – I’ve put in the hard work for all these years, and it’s finally paid off. All that hard work, just like last week in that Battle Royal, was to get me here, so I could shoot for the top and win that World Title.
Kingston bounces, as if he’s got chills just thinking about it.
And guys – all of that means I’m not gonna waste that chance now.
A big pop there, as much for Kingston as it is for the dethroning of Del Rio.
I think… I think all these years, I’ve wanted to make that big step and be one of the greatest, just like those heroes I used to watch as a kid… and just like it was for them, it all starts for me with that big – gold – BELT.
Again, the crowd cheers for Kingston, who nods his head with that same grin and goes to speak again…
Heat FILLS the arena now, as DAT GOLD RAIN falls from the ceiling to herald the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion, Alberto Del Rio, flanked by Ricardo Rodriguez, Brodus Clay, Chavo Guerrero, Rosa Mendes and the trumpeter. In a twist on the usual entrance, the trumpeter is playing along to Del Rio’s theme song, with Chavo nodding his head to the sound, while Del Rio just stares down at Kingston, clad as usual in an expensive silver suit and his scarf.
Well, that didn’t take long.
This is just the kind of man our World Champion is, Josh. Alberto Del Rio’s shown us on several occasions that the only voice he likes to hear – is his own. Tonight, I’m afraid, is no different.
Awwww, and to think, I was really beginnin’ to dig what Kofi had to say. Man, Del Rio loves to shove his face where it ain’t wanted, dawg, he really does.
In the ring, Kingston paces – the smile he wore previously is gone, replaced by a cold stare at the man he faces in nine days’ time (look how close I’m getting to another PPV, are you all proud? ). Del Rio leads the Administration down the ramp, with Chavo being the man to head up to the apron, opening the ropes for the World Heavyweight Champion to step inside. Brodus Clay looks considerably pissed at Kingston, a man greatly responsible for his eventual elimination in last week’s main event, and Del Rio has to tell him to back down as he enters the ring too. Eventually, we get all six members of the Administration in the ring, of course headed by Del Rio, with Clay slightly detached by waiting in the corner behind the others. The Man of Mayhem snorts and waits for his employer to speak, as the music dies out, and the crowd heavily boos Del Rio. As Kofi waits with the slightest of frowns, the Mexican Aristocrat takes a look around the arena, then adjusts his title belt and raises the mic.
Alberto Del Rio:
Kofi… you are way, way ahead of yourself dere, amigo.
Heat as Kingston weighs up the six people lined up in front of him.
Alberto Del Rio:
You – you may like to dream of your name in lights… but at Over The Limit, I’m going to make you black out
“That’s good, I like that,” says Kingston off-mic, as the crowd boos Del Rio again.
Alberto Del Rio:
See, before you can become a star
, you’ve got to beat stars. And de biggest star on SmackDown… well… el es –
ALBERTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – DEL RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOO!!!
Heat as Ricardo goes overboard as usual – who gave him a mic?
Alberto Del Rio:
Exactly. And unfortunately for you, Kofi, I’ve got a little too much… well, class
… to let my first title reign fall at de second hurdle.
Kingston raises his eyebrows, unable to stop pacing. It’s clear he’s just a little too uncomfortable with the balance of power in the ring.
Alberto Del Rio:
What Alberto Del Rio stands for, peso, is certain values. And my Administration…
“DAH-DAAAAH DAH-DAH DAH-DAH-DAH!” is the trumpeter’s call.
Alberto Del Rio:
Excellent. Dey stand for de same values. And by proxy, the World Heavyweight Championship…
He raises the title to some powerful heat.
Alberto Del Rio:
…it embodies dem as well. The problem is, Kingston… you don’t meet dose values.
Heat for that again, as Kofi shrugs.
Alberto Del Rio:
For instance – take a look at de royalty we were grown from, hm. Like myself, like Chavo Guerrero, bred from de greatest luchadors in de world!
Boos, especially for Chavo, who throws up his arms to taunt the crowd. What “Eddie!” chants we may hear are generally drowned out by boos for the Administration.
Alberto Del Rio:
Or look at Ricardo Rodriguez – his father, a wealthy businessman in Mexico City. Or Brrrrrrodus
Clay, who comes from a long line of…
Del Rio stops and turns to look at the Man of Mayhem with a frown.
Alberto Del Rio:
trucks? I don’t –
He shrugs and leaves it alone.
Alberto Del Rio:
Anyway – de World Heavyweight Title, like all of us, is a name synonymous with greatness… Kofi Kingston, on de other hand, is not
Some boos as Kingston rolls his eyes.
Alberto Del Rio:
You, Kofi, don’t deserve a damn thing from me and dis title – because what have YOU
ever done, huh? What have you done, amigo?
Kingston doesn’t say a word.
Alberto Del Rio:
I’ll tell you. Handfuls of short title reigns – Tag Team Titles, United States Titles, Intercontinental Titles… dey might have meant a lot to you back when you had dem, Kingston, but nothing stands out about you at dis
level. Dat’s because you belong aaaall
de way down de food chain.
Boos from this Nashville crowd. Kofi stares into Del Rio’s eyes and shakes his head.
Man, you sure love to sound your own horn – oh wait, you’re so spoiled you’ve got someone to do that for
Pop for that as Del Rio casts a glance at the nervous trumpeter.
And you know, I’m proud of where I come from – but hey, it isn’t the be all and end all of who I am, Alberto. All that matters is where I’ve got to now, and where I’m gonna
be in nine days’ time.
He grins and points at the World Title.
The answer to that
is standin’ at Over The Limit, beatin’ all five, all six of you if I have to!
Another pop as the Administration exchange unsure glances, bar Clay and the champ.
Once we get there, we raise the stakes, man. And when the dust settles, I’m gonna do all these
people proud… and I’m gonna be the NEW – World – Heavyweight – Champion.
BIG cheer from the masses! Del Rio scowls.
Alberto Del Rio:
You talk a big game, amigo… but you’re full of hot air.
Kingston cracks a grin, knowing how serious he was.
Alberto Del Rio:
Lemme take you back to earlier this year, hm – Elimination Chamber.
Kofi’s smile fades.
Alberto Del Rio:
You couldn’t get de job done in February, Kofi. Next Sunday, the stakes – like you said – are higher. How do I know… how do you
know… how do these people
know… that you – won’t – choke
Boos as Del Rio digs deep into Kingston’s main issue here. The Ghanaian takes a long, long look around the arena, then to each member of the Administration. Finally, his gaze falls to Del Rio, and he stares coldly into the World Champion’s eyes for several moments.
I know… I know
I’m not gonna choke, man.
He steels himself with a deep breath, almost as if he’s taking a step up in the world.
Not this time.
The crowd pops for their hero, the big challenger here, but Del Rio and co. look unimpressed.
Alberto Del Rio:
Well if dat’s what you think… maybe you don’t understand what you’re up against, Kingston.
With that, as if on cue, the Administration moves forward. Kingston throws his mic to the side, frowning, and raises his fists, but needless to say it’s about four on one, maybe more… the crowd begins to buzz, booing as Clay and Guerrero move to either side of the Ghanaian…
A HUGE POP GOES UP!!! The Administration shifts as one to see REY MYSTERIO hurtling out from backstage, forgoing his pyro – AND HEADING FOR THE RING!!!
That’s – that’s Rey Mysterio! Kingston’s partner later tonight!
Oh HERE WE GO, BABY!
Here we go, indeed, because the Ultimate Underdog charges down the ramp – and slides under the bottom rope, IMMEDIATELY KNOCKING DOWN CHAVO GUERRERO WITH A RIGHT HAND! Kofi wastes no time either, blasting Ricardo and the trumpeter out of the way, then going for DEL RIO – but the Mexican Aristocrat dives to the canvas and rolls from the ring! The crowd boos wildly as the World Champion gets out of harm’s way with Rosa Mendes, leaving Kingston and Mysterio with just the huge Brodus Clay… who charges in for the DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE – DUCKED BY THE HIGH-FLYERS! Clay hits the ropes, and Rey and Kofi exchange a glance – stereo Dropkicks to Clay’s knees! The Man of Mayhem stumbles down, ON TO THE SECOND ROPE, and Mysterio looks to dial it up – but Chavo Guerrero shoves Clay off the ropes, and helps the big man get out of the ring!
Again the Bridgestone Arena fills with boos as the Administration, largely a stable of style and less of genuine strength (only three of them even wrestle), makes their exit, of course guarding the World Champion, Alberto Del Rio, as he raises his title belt. In the ring, Kingston and Mysterio turn to each other and grin, knowing they’ve got one over on their opponents later tonight. The babyface duo head to the ramp-side turnbuckles, playing to the crowd with smiles, though Kofi looks a little muted – did Del Rio get inside his head there?
Rey Mysterio saving Kofi Kingston from an untimely assault ahead of our main event later tonight, and they look in good form to take on two of SmackDown’s champions, guys.
Kofi Kingston promised us he wouldn’t ‘choke’ at Over The Limit, and on the back of that speech and his actions there, I have faith in him to fulfil that promise – he looks ready for tonight’s match, too.
That match still to come, ladies and gentlemen, but after the break, Sin Cara takes on Drew McIntyre, so don’t go away!
As Kingston and Rey have the last laugh, the Alberto Administration stands frustrated on the ramp, though Del Rio stares stoically at his title… and we head to a break.
When we return, the arena is quiet…
“WHAT’S THAT METRONOME I HEAR…”
Boos can be heard around the Bridgestone Arena as Drew McIntyre makes his entrance, looking considerably sour-faced after his loss last week. The Sinister Scotsman takes a long, disapproving look out at these Nashville fans, then heads down the ramp, trying to pump himself up under the golden lights of his entrance routine. The bell rings.
The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first – from Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… DREW – MCINTYRE!
Welcome back to SmackDown, folks, where we’ve got Drew McIntyre set for action just one week after his narrow loss to Sin Cara last Friday night.
It was a great match and it was hella close, Josh, but hey, Drew Mac can’t have no complaints, Sin Cara is one crafty mutha and there ain’t no shame in losin’ to tha Mexican Idol.
While that’s true, Booker, one must consider the psyche of the Sinister Scotsman – Drew McIntyre never
takes setbacks well. He’s a man most comfortable when he’s winning, or not comfortable at all. I think he wants that win back, and tonight, he gets his chance. If he loses, God forbid what we’ll see from him…
The Scotsman enters the ring and heads for the corner; tonight, no more and no less. He’s ready for this match, and he keeps nodding his head, as if he’s been waiting all week for this. His music dies down, and a few “You suck!” chants are thoroughly ignored by the in-the-zone Drew McIntyre.
And conversely, a strong pop goes up for Sin Cara, the Mexican Idol pacing out with typical spring in his step. He throws aside his armless longcoat and heads for the ring, LAUNCHING himself over the top rope as the pyro explodes behind him!
And his opponent… from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… SIIIIIN
Now, Sin Cara put in a great performance in last week’s main event, coming so close to winning himself a World Title shot just a month after his debut.
Sin Cara, dis boi is death-defyin’, dawg – he always brings dat excitement, and he gonna do it all over again tah-night. Drew Mac’s gonna have to up his game, man.
Sin Cara heads to one of the turnbuckles, raising an arm to the crowd, then gets down and bounces on the balls of his feet. Drew McIntyre removes his BADASS LONGCOAT and hands it to ringside. He eyes his opponent and prepares to go to work here. Referee Charles Robinson checks that both men are good to go, then calls for the bell for SmackDown’s opening contest.
Match One – Singles Contest
Drew McIntyre vs Sin Cara
As with last week, Drew McIntyre tries to use his power to keep Sin Cara grounded, as we can see when we jump in after seven minutes. The Scotsman has Sin Cara in an Abdominal Stretch, putting the luchador through some serious pain here to force a submission – Sin Cara, however, is resilient, and continues to shake his head. McIntyre tells the referee to “Ask him again,” trying to put more pressure on… but Sin Cara fires some left hands, his free hand, and the Sinister Scotsman is sent reeling away! The crowd pops as the Mexican Idol gets out of the hold and cannons into the ropes – ALL AROUND THE WORLD – HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN
! The style of Sin Cara, as always, gets a big pop from the fans in attendance, and now McIntyre staggers back to his feet – Sin Cara to the turnbuckle, scaling up to the top – AND HE HURLS HIMSELF BACK INTO MCINTYRE WITH A MOONSAULT!!! Down goes the Scotsman, as Sin Cara grabs a leg… one… two… but McIntyre kicks out of it!
The forceful kickout sends Sin Cara across the ring, but the high-flyer leaps up – McIntyre staggers as he gets up t00, leaning against the turnbuckle, but he turns in time to see Cara sprinting at him… BUT DREW DARTS SIDEWAYS, SLAMMING SIN CARA’S HEAD INTO THE TOP BUCKLE! The crowd cries “OHHH!” as Sin Cara collapses in a heap, but McIntyre won’t let him recover, falling on him immediately to force him into the bottom turnbuckle and just bludgeon
him with right hands! The Mexican Idol squirms in agony as McIntyre fires away, only stopping when Charles Robinson counts to four, and when he does, the Sinister Scotsman takes a moment to sweep his hair out of his eyes and grins with a dark satisfaction. Sin Cara forces himself up, gripping the middle rope for some kind of stability… BUT MCINTYRE CRUSHES HIM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD! Again, the big move leaves Sin Cara reeling, falling to his knees in the corner, but although McIntyre takes a moment to savour the hit, he’s back on the offensive, dragging him up and nailing the Hangman’s Neckbreaker
! Down goes the high-flyer, barely moving, and Drew hooks both legs on this occasion… one… two… kickout by Sin Cara!
A pop resounds around the arena as Sin Cara kicks out, but McIntyre gets up to a knee, glowering at the referee. He pulls the Mexican Idol up again and sends him to the ropes… but Sin Cara comes to life with the HANDSTAND – into the ropes
– HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW! The crowd pops for the awe-inspiring move, as both men go down. McIntyre rolls to the side, fingers stretching towards the ropes, while Sin Cara is on all fours, masked face turning to watch his opponent. Eventually, both of them get up, and McIntyre throws a right hand – but Sin Cara ducks it, then leaps and throws McIntyre with the HURRICANRANA! The Scotsman groans in pain and stumbles up, so Sin Cara charges in, leaping up with the Headscissors, setting that spin into motion again… only for McIntyre to hook his arms
as he rotates, AND HE DRAGS SIN CARA DOWN TO EARTH – FUTURE SHOCK
OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!!! The crowd is instantly deflated, groans echoing around the arena, and McIntyre capitalises, hooking a leg as Sin Cara lies still… one… two… three!
Result: Drew McIntyre bts. Sin Cara via pinfall at 10:05
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner… DREW – MCINTYRE!
McIntyre’s back in the game! Boos fill the Bridgestone Arena as the Sinister Scotsman has his arm raised, but he quickly tears his own arm away from Charles Robinson and uses it to rub his jaw, wincing after a hard-fought contest with his high-flying opponent. Sin Cara lies in a state of disarray, head rolling in pain, as Drew Mac heads to the ropes and points to himself. Letting a deep breath out, he steps down and makes his exit, taking one last glare at the Mexican Idol on his way out.
Say what you want about Drew McIntyre, guys, but maybe he proved something to all of us tonight – making the win back over Sin Cara, and that’s only the Mexican Idol’s second loss in the WWE.
I’m always impressed with Drew McIntyre – he might go overboard with his aggression, but tonight, he might be turning his luck around, gentlemen. Keep the SmackDown roster on notice when the Sinister Scotsman’s around.
McIntyre storms up the ramp, happy that he won this week, and in emphatic fashion. In the ring, Sin Cara tries to force himself up, but he’s clearly weak. We head backstage…
…to meet dear old Todd Grisham, mic in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… the All-American American, Jack Swagger.
Intense booing from the Nashville crowd as the camera pans out to reveal Jack Swagger indeed, scowling as he often does these days.
Jack, last week you were the last man eliminated in a Battle Royal to determine –
Swagger raises a hand to stop him, then holds it out. Grisham looks confused, but he cottons on and hands the mic over. Swagger stares at him until he gets nervous and edges out of the shot. Satisfied, Swagger turns to the camera.
If I wanted questions about what I haven’t
done… I’d call my mother.
He blinks – that wasn’t a joke.
Let me explain something, so that all of you can remember this. As an athlete – I am PHENOMENAL.
Heat for Swagger’s brash comments.
I don’t have to throw Kofi Kingston outta the ring to prove that. Last week was just a fluke, a matter of inches, a loss of balance. Nothing – more.
More boos for the All-American American.
As for tonight, it’s just about outperforming people. It’s what I do best.
This week, it’s the guy I eliminated in that Battle Royal, a guy who I told
I would embarrass. I’m gonna take on a guy who’s my exact
opposite – the Big Show isn’t an athlete. He’s a lumbering… no-talented… OAF.
Loud heat as Swagger picks on a crowd favourite.
And Show, if you’re listenin’… I saw you fall on your ankle last week. Tonight, I don’t have a single problem… SNAPPIN’ IT IN HALF.
He clenches a fist and weighs it up in front of the camera. He smirks, then dumps the mic to the floor and leaves the shot. We head to a break.
SmackDown returns backstage, where we see The Corre; Wade Barrett, leading Ezekiel Jackson and the WWE Tag Team Champions, Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater. The four men get boos from the crowd; Barrett is talking to Gabriel, though we can’t quite hear him…
…but Slater frowns, and hangs back. Gabriel and Barrett disappear from the shot, while Jackson turns to face the One Man Band (BABAAAY!).
Ezekiel Jackson: (gruffly)
Slater scratches his head. The frown deepens.
I thought I heard something.
Oh yeah? Whatcha hear?
Well – I kinda thought… kazoos?
Wait a second… a small pop goes up from the crowd, but Zeke looks sceptical.
You know – hell, it was probably nothin’, let’s – let’s go.
Slater trots back to Jackson, slapping him on the arm; the pair go to join the others again.
Back to the ring, where Zack Ryder and Primo (AKA DZP) are standing in the ring with mics. Behind them, Tyler Reks stands slumped against the turnbuckle, waiting with his dreadlocks hanging ominously in front of his eyes. The bell rings.
The following is a Six-Man Tag Team Match! Introducing first, the team of Tyler Reks, and DZP, Down With ZACK – AND – PRIMO!
Thanks bro, we can take it from here. Now, I know you SmackDown viewers don’t get to have this privilege often, but get ready for a treat – Zack Ryder, Primo Colon, D – Z – P in the house
Mostly boos, but a few Ryder-lovers cheer that.
Dat’s right, Zack, because when Raw gets too dull for party-goers like us, we gotta spice things up!
I hear that, man. Now, on Superstars last week, we got beat
by two guys called the South Beach Party Boys.
A decent pop there, but Ryder lowers his shades.
Dat’s not cool, Zack.
Naw bro, it’s not. ‘Cause not only is their name a personal insult to me – because we all know only ZACK RYDER knows how to really
A mixture of boos and a few cheers for that.
…but these guys are gonna get a little cocky, so we gotta put them in their place. And here to help us, our bro Tyler Reks here!
Reks doesn’t move an inch.
C’mon Tyler, help me and Primo out… let’s do the fist pump!
Ryder and Primo start fist pumping in the ring, marching about the place, but Reks still doesn’t move. We can’t see his face because of his dreads, but Ryder keeps fist pumping in his face, trying to inspire some life in the X-Factor, but there’s no emotion in Reks and Ryder leaves him alone to dance with Primo. A few fans dance along in the crowd, but before we can really get into it…
A pop goes up as DZP turn to the stage with frowns, and Trent Barreta leads the South Beach Party Boys, Darren Young and Percy Watson out on to the stage, all of them wearing big smiles! Barreta takes to the central role and runs his hair out of his eyes, while Watson and Young do some kind of dance behind him. Watson’s wearing his lens-less red glasses as usual, while Young runs his afro comb through his hair, and now the three men head the ramp, Barreta pointing at DZP with a confident smile.
And their opponents… the team of Trent Barreta, and the South Beach Party Boys… Darren Young and “Showtime” – PERCY – WATSON!
A successful debut for the South Beach Party Boys last week, as Zack Ryder mentioned, and Matt, I think these guys could be a real force in the tag team division.
It’s still early days for these two young men, Josh, but certainly I found it an impressive debut – Percy Watson’s Showtime Splash is always an entertaining move, and I think ‘entertaining’ is really the word to describe them.
I tell ya, dese two are somethin’ special
, dawg. I saw ‘em on NXT and dey are HOT. They’re good on their own, but together, they make stuff happen
As it becomes obvious that the only reason I keep Bookah on the desk is to annoy 619IDH, Watson and Young get to the turnbuckles from the outside and point to the skies. Barreta, meanwhile, charges down the ramp and slides into the ring, screaming “YEAH!” into the faces of the smirking DZP. Watson and Young arrive to back Barreta up, and referee Rod Zapata has to ask them all to separate, though Tyler Reks is already out to the apron, stretching his hands out in preparation. As we get set to go, Watson opts to kick us off, against the eager Primo Colon, and the bell chimes.
Match Two – Six-Man Tag Team Match
Tyler Reks and Down With Zack and Primo vs Trent Barreta and the South Beach Party Boys
The three heels have control as we join the contest, with Reks beating down Young, showing some real aggression. Young tries to get up, but Reks blasts him back down with a clubbing blow to the spine; he drags Young across to the ropes, drapes his neck over the middle rope… then chokes
the life out of him with a boot to the back of the neck! The crowd boos, while Reks bares his teeth, almost enjoying this as DZP turn to each other with impressed looks. Rod Zapata is quick to intervene, counting Reks away, and as Young slumps off the ropes, Reks hauls him back to his feet – REVERSE STO! Reks turns Young on to his back, lays in a fierce Elbow Drop and hooks a leg… one… two… but Young kicks out! The crowd cheers, but Reks is inevitably pissed, and he slaps the hand of Zack Ryder to bring Long Island Iced-Z into the fray again. A few pops can be heard from the Ryder fans as he steps in, as Young tries to get up… but Ryder knees him in the gut, throws him into the corner, and puts him in the Long Island crosshairs – BROSKI BOOT TO YOUNG!
The impact there rattles Darren inside out, and now Ryder drags him back to the centre of the ring. He yanks Young to his feet, fist pumps once, then shoves him into the ropes – FLAPJACK! Young gets drilled into the canvas again, as Barreta and Watson look concerned on the outside, and Ryder makes the cover… one… two… kickout! Young stays in the match! Ryder forces himself up and looks into the hard camera, telling us “Don’t worry, Zack Pack, I got it,” before he heads to a neutral corner, and lines up the crosshairs again. Young struggles up, wincing as Watson and Barreta try to fire up the crowd, and here goes Long Island Iced-Z for the ROUGH RYDER – NO GOOD! Young ducks to send him the other way, Ryder having to stop himself on the turnbuckle – they meet in the middle… YOUNG SCORES WITH THE SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM! The crowd pops as both men stay down, rolling sideways and looking to their corners… Ryder gasps for air as Primo stretches for the tag, whilst on the other side of the ring, this may be Barreta and Watson’s chance, both looking to give Young an out! Ryder struggles over and gets the tag to Primo – BUT YOUNG FINDS THE ENERGY TO LEAP, AND – “OH YEAH!” – GETS THE TAG TO PERCY WATSON!!!
Watson slingshots over the top rope, as does Primo, and the two men meet in the middle – Dropkick from Watson! They both get up again, but Watson’s a coiled spring, and he leaps again for another Dropkick! Watson hits those to perfection, but as Primo gets up, he mixes it up, sending the Puerto Rican into the ropes… leapfrogged by Showtime – BAM! LEAPING BACK ELBOW TO PRIMO’S FACE! Colon goes down, reeling, but Watson’s not done, beckoning him up again. “C’mon, baby, it’s time, it’s SHOWTIME!” Up gets Primo, wobbling though he does, and here’s Percy Watson, leaping and cracking
Primo with A HUGE ENZUIGIRI! The crowd pops as Watson puts Colon down again, making the cover now… one… two… but Zack Ryder breaks it up!
Some boos can be heard as Ryder keeps this one alive, throwing some stomps to Watson’s back, but TRENT BARRETA springboards, and knocks
Ryder sideways with the Springboard Dropkick! Ryder rolls from the ring, but Tyler Reks comes in and grabs Barreta by the neck. He tosses Trent over the top rope, then goes for Darren Young
on the apron, elbowing him off the apron as well – but Trent Barreta never fell to the outside, he HANGS ON! Reks looks at Trent with bulging eyes, then goes for him… but Barreta pulls the top rope down and this time it’s the X-Factor who goes tumbling! In the ring, Percy Watson crawls back up, and he tags in Barreta as he stretches… on his way up, Primo clutches at his ribs – UP GOES BARRETA, INTO THE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK ON PRIMO!!! The crowd pops big for Barreta’s huge move, and now he helps Primo up with the front facelock. Trent raises an arm to the fans, getting himself a big pop, then cascades up the ropes… SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!!! PRIMO GETS HAMMERED!!! Ryder and Reks are out of the way, leaving Barreta to make the cover, grinning his face off… one… two… THREE!
Result: Trent Barreta and the South Beach Party Boys bt. Tyler Reks and Down With Zack And Primo via pinfall at 8:12
Here are your winners… the team of Trent Barreta, and the South Beach Party Boys… Darren Young, and PERCY – WATSON!
Barreta gets up, pumping his fists, and into the ring come the Party Boys, bruised but victorious, and they raise Trent’s arms high! On the outside, Tyler Reks’ head hangs, unable to believe his efforts in this match went unrewarded, while Primo and Zack Ryder regroup on the ramp, with Ryder asking the Puerto Rican what happened there. Percy Watson and Darren Young hit the turnbuckles, as ‘Showtime’ hits the top rope to tell DZP “See ya next time, kids! PERCYMANIA’S RUNNIN’ WILD!” with his trademark smile.
Things continue to go to plan for the South Beach Party Boys, but take nothing away from Trent Barreta, who picks up another impressive win here on SmackDown.
Look at DZP, dawg – dey runnin’ with their tails between their legs, and I LOVE
Great heart shown from all three men involved, guys. I like the look of the South Beach Party Boys, and of course, Trent Barreta continuing to show us why he’s one of SmackDown’s rising stars.
As Barreta celebrates with his free-spirited tag team partners, SmackDown goes to a break.
Our shot starts with a car’s wheels; the rims spin at a ridiculous pace, and the roar of an engine can be heard in the background. We smash cut to the car stereo, which is conveniently playing ‘Help Is On The Way’ by Rise Against, and at the wheel, we can see a hand tapping to the beat. The camera pans slowly upwards from the wheel and we can see The Miz, nodding his head to the beat as the car window behind him shows us that the car is flying down the highway, late at night. Suddenly however, blue and red lights flash in his rear view mirror, and he looks up at it with a frown...
Great... what now?
His car pulls over to the side of the road, and the police car slides in behind it. Out from the car walks two cops, both wearing hats, and they arrive at The Miz’s window. One of them looks curiously like Christian, and the other uncannily resembles Edge.
Sir, do you know what speed you were going?
The short-haired officer (the Christian lookalike) takes a notepad, flips it open, and starts making unnecessary notes.
You don’t understand, officer, I have to –
No, there’s no excuse for speed, sir. Speed kills.
That it does. I’m gonna have to see your licence, sir.
Begrudgingly, The Miz gets out his licence and gives it to
Edge the officer.
This expiration date doesn’t look good to me, sir. I’m gonna have to ask you to come downtown with us.
Wait, hold on a sec! You don’t understand, I’m late!
(intrigued) Late for what?
The Miz thinks about it, then comes clean.
I need to get to Over The Limit.
The officers look at each other, then nod.
Well, that changes everything. Let’s get this man an escort!
The Miz smirks, and now we cut to the sight of him driving his car at an even faster speed, with police cars surrounding him as he speeds towards a stadium in the distance. We briefly cut back to Edge and Christian’s car, where someone who looks a damn lot like Sheamus pleads from the back seat:
I’m tellin’ ya, I didn’t know she was a fella!
Edge and Christian’s doppelgangers shake their heads with disapproval, then we watch the police escort speed towards the stadium, before we sweep into the graphic...
Where anything goes... WWE – Over The Limit!
When SmackDown returns, we’re backstage yet again. This time, it’s the locker room of the Alberto Administration, where Chavo Guerrero’s playing cards with Ricardo Rodriguez and the trumpeter, though exactly what game they’re playing is unclear. In the background, Brodus Clay stands with his arms folded, while Rosa Mendes checks her hair in a mirror to the side. The crowd boos a little for these guys, but they only intensify as the World Heavyweight Champion, Alberto Del Rio, now in his ring gear, steps into the shot, title on shoulder.
Alberto Del Rio:
Okay, listen to me.
The Administration turn to look at him, as he puts a hand on Chavo’s shoulder.
Alberto Del Rio:
Chavo, Ricardo… Brodus – my beautiful Rrrrrrosa
He frowns at the trumpeter.
Alberto Del Rio:
Amigo, do you even have
The trumpeter shrugs.
Alberto Del Rio:
Hunico? What’s your last
Again, the trumpeter shrugs and goes back to his cards. The World Champion is unsure. He moves on.
Alberto Del Rio:
Look, what I wanted to say… is dat you can’t intervene tonight. Not tonight.
For once, Clay shows some emotion, stepping away from the lockers.
Alberto Del Rio:
Ay, ay! (holding up a hand)
I will not
be labelled as a man who can’t defend his own title, Brodus! Huh? I am Alberto Del Rio
! I was about to destroy
Edge last week!
Boos for Del Rio’s lies.
Alberto Del Rio:
We… we own SmackDown. You are my friends, me amigos. We run things.
Alberto Del Rio:
But I’m more than just one man, I’m a champion, and I’m going to prove dat… tonight. I’m going to show Kofi Kingston how he’s going to suffer – first-hand. Elimination Chamber, all over again. It’s going to be beautiful.
Boos as the Administration nod their heads.
Alberto Del Rio:
We will continue to run things, amigos. But tonight… tonight is on me. Viva Alberto.
Chavo, Ricardo and Hunico nod, saying “Viva Alberto” in reply. Del Rio hits Chavo lightly on the shoulder and goes to prepare further for the main event. Chavo makes a remark about Hunico’s name and they go back to their cards.
To the arena, then, where the bell chimes…
“WEEEEEEEELL, IT’S A BIG SHOW…”
*CRANK IT UP*
The crowd pops heartily as Big Show makes his way out, wearing his usual beanie and raising that giant right hand to the cheering fans! The World’s Largest Athlete has a big grin on his face, apparently looking forward to this match, and as he heads down the ramp, he slaps the hands of various fans, giving his hat to a small boy in the front row as well.
The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, standing seven feet tall, weighing FOUR hundred and fifty pounds… he is the World’s Largest Athlete – THE BIG
Though unsuccessful in his bid to become number one contender last week, the Big Show still has a goal in his mind, guys, and it involves knocking the loudmouth Jack Swagger on his back.
Although one might question how easy that is, you can never doubt the Big Show. It’s the World’s Largest Athlete versus the Phenomenal Athlete, and at the end of this match, we may just know who has the… well, the bragging rights
if you will, in that department.
And you know
Jack Swagga loves to run his mouth, dawg. Big Show goin’ do us all a favour tah-night and shut dat All-American boi up. I’m feelin’ dat WMD, baby, knock ya lights out, ya know?
Big Show clambers to the apron and steps over the top rope. He takes a moment, then raises the Chokeslam taunt to the crowd, getting another good pop, before he paces around the ring and greets referee Jack Cone. Show points to a few members of the crowd with a good-natured smile, and eventually his music dies down so we greet someone with an actual future…
“OH YEAH, CHECK ONE TWO… OH YEAH!”
*GET ON YOUR KNEES*
Immense booing fills the Bridgestone Arena here, and the American flag waves on the TitanTron, as Jack Swagger bounces into view, pounding his chest. The All-American American secures his footing on the stage, raising his arms, then points down to tell Show “You’re going DOWN, big man! It’s all over!”
And his opponent… from Perry, Oklahoma, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… the All-American American, the Phenomenal Athlete… JAAAACK – SWAGGER!
With the chorus of boos surrounding him, Swagger heads for the ring, smirking as usual, looking extremely confident, even against a huge opponent. The All-American American takes his time, walking around ringside to make Big Show watch him, just to immerse himself in his own ability to demand attention.
He was the last man eliminated by Kofi Kingston last week, but take nothing away from Jack Swagger – he’s about as dangerous a man that the SmackDown roster has.
Absolutely, dawg – ya don’t gotta like him, but if ya think he can’t break ya ankle, think again
I think Jack Swagger’s been frustrated by a series of ‘near-misses’ since Wrestlemania, guys. He narrowly lost to Christian at Extreme Rules, then narrowly lost last week – Jack Swagger’s just looking for that one moment to recapture his glory from last year, and if his attitude continues its current way, it may not be long before he gets
it. He’s a real competitor, as much as I hate to say it.
To the ring, where Swagger clambers inside and hits the turnbuckles, telling the crowd in stereo with the music to “ON – YOUR – KNEES!” brashly, before he turns to face the Big Show. The World’s Largest Athlete is waiting patiently in the opposite corner, ignoring all of Swagger’s taunting and pageantry. Finally, Swagger tells the referee that he’s good to go, shaking out his shoulders as his music subsides. The men begin to circle, and the bell rings.
Match Three – Singles Contest
Big Show vs Jack Swagger
After three minutes, these two have had a bit of back-and-forth, but as we can see here, it’s Big Show who gives the crowd something to cheer about by pressing Swagger into the corner, raising a hand… and SLAPPING him in the chest, a stinging shot! Swagger falls to his knees, making a pained expression, as we skip backstage to see Michael Cole watching this on a monitor. The former commentator looks pensive, stroking his chin, and we head back to the ring. Big Show pulls Swagger up, then sends him into the opposite corner, then looking for the BODY AVALANCHE… NO-ONE HOME!!! That would have crushed
Swagger, but the Phenomenal Athlete is out of the way, and when Big Show staggers back to face him, Swagger charges behind him – FOOTBALL TACKLE TO THE KNEE! Big Show falls, and though he tries to get up, Swagger BLASTS him with a nasty boot to the face! Show rolls into the corner, so the All-American American tunes up the band, then charges for the SWAGGER BOMB… BUT SHOW HAS SWAGGER ROUND THE THROAT!!! The crowd pops as this match heats up earlier than expected, with Show getting to his feet and dragging
Swagger up with him… CHOKESLAM TIME – NOOO!!!
Swagger escapes the chokehold, and when Show turns, the All-American American THROWS himself into him with a clothesline… but the big man doesn’t fall! The Phenomenal Athlete hits the ropes again, however, and ROCKS
HIM WITH THE RUNNING KNEE LIFT!!! Show reels back into the ropes, with Swagger beckoning for him to return into his grasp… Show does – so Swagger boots him in the gut, and he’s thinking GUTWRENCH… surely not – NO! Show spins out the hold, then cocks the W – M – D – ducked
by Swagger! The All-American American ducks the killer blow, then drives
Show into the corner, and starts bludgeoning him in the face with some big forearm strikes! Show can only cover up at first, but then he shoves Swagger away. Swagger charges in, but Big Show THROWS him up – only for Swagger to frantically grab the top rope, pulling himself up to the top buckle… AND HE TOPPLES SHOW WITH A FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK!!! Great improvisation from Swagger, who now makes the cover… one… two… but Show shoves him off!
The crowd pops as Big Show stays in the bout here, but Swagger is FURIOUS! Big Show gets to all fours, trying to find his feet – but Swagger HAMMERS him with a boot to the skull to put him back down… then grabs him by the ankle, and… drags him into the corner?
A bizarre choice by Swagger, who rolls from the ring, and reaches in for the ankle again… SHOW’S ANKLE INTO THE RING POST! The World’s Largest Athlete ROARS in pain, but Swagger’s not done, saying “I told you I’d break it, Show!” and pulling that ankle from the ring… before he CONTORTS Show’s leg around the ring post – AND APPLIES THE ANKLE LOCK FROM THE OUTSIDE!!! The crowd boos furiously as Big Show yells to the heavens in agony, but referee Jack Cone is having none of it, telling Swagger to “Let him go” from the illegal hold… he counts him… all the way to FIVE! Swagger’s too busy trying to break Big Show’s ankle to care!
Result: Big Show bts. Jack Swagger via disqualification at 5:48
*CRANK IT UP*
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification
… the Big Show!
Big Show’s music plays, but almost immediately cuts – because Jack Swagger is happy to throw this match out! The All-American American is ROARING with adrenaline, wrenching Show’s ankle to a horrible angle, and though Jack Cone tries to reason with him, Swagger wants to snap the ankle in half, like he promised! Show’s yelling “GET ‘IM OFF! GET OFF!” in frenzied pain, slapping the mat to tap out if that’s what Swagger needs, but the All-American keeps tearing away until finally, he’s content with the damage he’s done! He lets go, but before Show can retract it, Swagger takes the ankle one last time – STRAIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING POST AGAIN!!! The arena fills with boos again for Swagger as he begins to head for the ramp at Cone’s behest, and now a host of medics rush down the ramp to check on the Big Show, who’s in a state of disarray.
Jack… Jack Swagger promised to break Big Show’s ankle, and while he might not have gone that far, guys, he’s certainly made a statement tonight. That was disturbing from the All-American American.
We’ve always known that Jack Swagger is a man of technique and controlled aggression – he’s just showed us again, and while I can’t condone what he’s done, he’s eerily a man of his word. We’ve got EMTs down to ringside to check on the Big Show, and once again, we can ask… where does Jack Swagger draw the line?
As the medics tend to the gasping Big Show, who of course clutches at his injured ankle, Jack Swagger nods his head with an evil smirk, before he backtracks to the stage and leaves… and SmackDown goes to a break.
Todd Grisham is back in the interview set when SmackDown returns, mic in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Rey Mysterio!
A BIG pop from these fans as Rey Mysterio steps into view!
Rey, last week on SmackDown, Cody Rhodes said he delivered “justice” when he beat you under controversial circumstances at Extreme Rules. Do you have any answer to those comments?
Well, firstly, I think Sin Cara and I answered those comments a little last week when we kicked him outta that Battle Royal…
Cheers for that as Mysterio grins, but he gets serious.
But Cody, what you said last week, it made me think. See, ese, I don’t have to listen to you, and if ya don’t want me to, I don’t gotta look
at you either. All I want is my rematch with you. One-on-one.
Pop as Mysterio points into the camera lens.
I don’t need your story about how you say
I broke your nose, man. I don’t need anythin’ about no masks or hoods – all I wanna talk about is the title on your shoulder, and how I wanna take it right offa there.
Again, the crowd cheers at the concept of Mysterio as champion again.
‘Cause the time for us feelin’ sorry for you is over, Cody. If you want another piece of me – and I know you do, man, tonight’s main event won’t be enough – if you wanna end this once and for all between us, there’s only one place, and one match, I wanna see.
Rey tilts his head, holding up a single finger.
Over The Limit, Intercontinental Title. No partners, no excuses, no runnin’ or hidin’. Just you and me, to say who’s right and who’s wrong… to settle the score – and to let me give you the hidin’ you deserve
, man. ‘Cause you’ve put Rey Mysterio through a whole lotta crap…
Mysterio stares into the camera.
…but I’m not keeping my head down like you, and I want that title… BAD.
Another pop. Rey nods.
I’ll see you later.
With that, he steps out of the shot, the crowd cheering and chanting his name a little – Grisham thanks him for his time.
Back to the ring…
*BRINGIN’ DA HOOD 2 U*
A decent cheer goes up, though nothing extraordinary, as JTG comes dancing out into view. He keeps poppin’ and lockin’ all over the stage, and the bell chimes. Jay takes a look around the arena, then begins to bounce down the ramp, welcoming various fans with his gold-toothed smile.
The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… J – T – G!
Strong words from Rey Mysterio there, and guys, the challenge has been laid down – Rey Mysterio wants to settle his score with the demented Cody Rhodes, for the title, in nine days’ time at Over The Limit. Thoughts?
Well, I hate to take focus away from MY BROTHA, JTG
, but tell me you didn’t see this coming, Josh. Rey Mysterio and Cody Rhodes have been at each other’s throats for months now, and with the Intercontinental Title involved, there’s no better way to put this all behind them, with one match to ‘settle the score’, as he so eloquently put it.
But hell, man, just ‘cause it sounds
like a good idea, don’t make it so, know what I’m sayin’? Cody Rhodes doesn’t want a piece of dat boi Rey Rey, ‘cause he think he beneath
him… I think it’s goin’ come down to how the main event goes tah-night. Dat could be decisive, ya dig?
As JTG heads up to the ring apron and does his usual horrible taunt between the ropes, his music dies down.
*IN THE MIDDLE OF IT NOW*
There’s a few boos here and there, but again, not much of a reaction, as Curt Hawkins steps out, cane in one hand and wearing a spectacular black jacket. He spins, revealing that on the back it reads “RULE-BREAKER” in quite simple terms, while the breast of the jacket has the logo of a bald eagle’s head. The camera zooms it on it as he marches down the ramp, and he points to it as he yells “THIS EAGLE’S READY TO FLY, BABY!”
And his opponent… from the BIIIIRD’S NEST
, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds… THE RUUUUUULE-BREAKER
… CURT – HAWKINS!
JTG set to go tonight, against a man who’s reinvented himself a little lately, the so-called ‘Rule-Breaker’, Curt Hawkins.
How many rules does this guy actually break? He’s won a few matches recently, Josh, I can give Curt Hawkins that, but at the moment, I still see a lot of bragging for very little end result.
Naw, that’s just da boi dat Curt Hawkins is, dawg. He been sayin’ that he gonna fly like the eagle, ya know, gonna push da envelope, gonna break some rules, redefine some standards and just drop some Heat… Seekin’… ELBOWS.
Booker, do you have any
idea what those things are?
Not a clue, man, but I LOVE
Back to Hawkins now, as he steps up to the apron and swings himself sideways. He throws his cane to the side, then hops into the ring to face JTG. Jay looks eager, but Hawkins holds up a hand to tell him to slow down, heading to the turnbuckle to slowly float on his wingspan, spreading his arms wide like the eagle ready to fly. After a few moments’ airborne, he comes down for landing in the ring, and finally turns to face JTG properly, removing his jacket and handing it to ringside – “Be careful with that, that’s a whole piggybank there” – before he psyches himself up for this contest. Referee Scott Armstrong checks that Hawkins is done with his various pre-match rituals, then calls for the bell.
Match Four – Singles Contest
JTG vs Curt Hawkins
Let’s jump in after four minutes or so, with Hawkins in clear control as he chokes JTG in the corner, with his boot pressed into Jay’s neck. Scott Armstrong provides the count to make him move away, but of course, Hawkins takes the opportunity to taunt the crowd, throwing out some more trash talk. JTG struggles up in the corner, and as Hawkins keeps gloating, saying “Redefinin’ standards, and you all love it!”, there’s all the time in the world for Jay to recover – Hawkins turns… and JTG knocks him down with a Dropkick! Hawkins’ arrogance costs him, and JTG makes a quick cover… one… two… kick out! JTG pulls Hawkins up, trying to stay in control, sending him to the corner. Jay charges in – straight into the boots of Hawkins, who gets to the second rope – he jumps, but JTG ducks and Hawkins leapfrogs him, only to stop… CRACK! PELE KICK OFF JTG’S SKULL! Down goes Jay, and Hawkins hooks a leg… one… two… but JTG gets a hand on the nearby bottom rope!
With the crowd cheering Hawkins’ inability to end it there, the Rule-Breaker gets to his feet and brushes his hair from his eyes. JTG keeps his hands on the ropes, trying to pull himself up whilst wincing after that big shot, and when he turns around, Hawkins sends him to the opposite side. JTG rebounds, then throws a clothesline, but Hawkins ducks it, YELLS, and wipes JTG out
with a BIG clothesline of his own, clattering right through him! Once again, both men hit the deck, as Striker sells Hawkins’ striking ability, and now the Rule-Breaker gets to a knee and subsequently to his feet again. JTG looks considerably shaken, so Hawkins pulls him by the hair and applies the front facelock – but Jay turns out of it and throws Hawkins into the corner! Curt collides with those buckles with a gasp, and now here goes JTG, leaping to the second rope – “CH’YEAH!” – MUG SHOT FACEBUSTER! JTG with the cover… one… two… three-NO! Hawkins kicks out of it!
JTG looks to the sky, slightly disbelieving that didn’t do the job, but he eventually uses the ropes to tug himself up and concentrates on ending this bout. He takes a few bouncing steps to the middle of the ring, then beckons for Hawkins to rise, possibly signalling the end. Hawkins uses the buckles on his way up, then staggers to face JTG as he charges for the SHOUT OUT – BUT HAWKINS DUCKS! JTG can’t grab Hawkins for the big hit, so he turns in shock… Hawkins hooks him up, turns him around and ducks under his leg – TASTE OF PAIN CONNECTING!!! That huge
Hangman’s Facebuster leaves JTG flat as a pancake, rolling lethargically on to his back on the canvas, and Hawkins spares us the taunts for the moment, heading swiftly to the outside. Hawkins clambers to the top rope, then visualises his flight, raising his arms high and screaming “FLY LIKE THE EAGLE, BABY!” before he crouches – AND NAILS THE HEAT-SEEKING ELBOW!!! The crowd groans as Hawkins crushes JTG with what must be the final blow, and here’s the cover… one… two… three!
Result: Curt Hawkins bts. JTG via pinfall at 6:36
*IN THE MIDDLE OF IT NOW*
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner… THE RUUUULE
-BREAKER, CURT – HAWKINS!
Hawkins gets to his feet, yelling with adrenaline, and cracks a smile so satisfied that you can’t help but boo him – the referee raises his hand, but he’s quickly off to the turnbuckles to tell the crowd how right he was. JTG, meanwhile, rolls to the side of the ring, holding his ribs to sell the Heat-Seeking Elbow.
Well Matt, you wanted results from Curt Hawkins, and you got them.
I asked to see that, granted, and Curt Hawkins impresses tonight. It was an intelligent performance, perhaps a little too conceited and self-aware for my personal liking, but hey, Curt Hawkins has always been a confident individual and tonight he backed himself up.
Hell man, he did more than dat – did ya see dat big Elbow Drop? Dat was some heavy stuff right dere, and I could see dat boi rackin’ up some serious wins, man. Push da envelope and break rules, Curt! You got what it takes to make it into mah FAAAVE FIVE, dawg!
Let’s not get carried away.
In the ring, converse to Striker’s current thoughts, Hawkins IS getting carried away, not literally of course; the Rule-Breaker has his jacket handed to him and slips into it, making sure to grab his cane as well. He rolls from the ring, singing his own praises, and as the camera moves in, we can hear him telling the nearby fans that “I’m redefinin’ standards – you should ALL be thankful, c’mon!” He waltzes up the ramp, the camera getting the ‘RULE-BREAKER’ part of his jacket in shot for good measure, and as Hawkins sells his own genius to the fans, we head backstage…
…to the empty hallway outside a locker room. The door bursts open as soon as we’re live, as Wade Barrett leads Ezekiel Jackson and the WWE Tag Team Champions, Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater, from the room. The four men get booed once more, as Barrett allows himself a dark smirk as Gabriel and Slater talk quietly behind him. The Englishman and his cohorts walk down the corridor, past various superstars who look at them nervously, as if they separated themselves from the locker room further with their actions last week. Barrett spots someone, and he beckons to them as he continues to walk. The camera pans out to reveal SmackDown General Manager, Teddy Long, looking at the four men with a blank expression.
Wade Barrett: (pointing)
Okay – clear the runway, we’re about to talk, and you can’t stop us.
T-Lo shrugs as The Corre walk past.
I told ya before, playa, the spot’s cleared for ya. Say what ya gotta say.
Barrett ignores him, so he can pretend he’s a rule-breaker like Curt Hawkins, and keeps walking, with Zeke in his wake. Long, however, holds up a hand.
Teddy Long: (quietly)
As Slater leaves the shot as well, Gabriel hangs back and turns. He frowns, casts a look at The Corre, and takes a few purposeful steps to join the GM.
Long looks down the corridor to check the others are gone.
Look. I didn’t punish y’all for what went down last week, but here’s the deal.
Gabriel scoffs and goes to leave, but Long stops him with a raised hand. The South African exhales.
If… if they come for you tonight – I’m not responsible for what happens. Don’t come cryin’ to me if things go wrong. (a pause; he blinks)
Gabriel takes a long, deliberate stare at the GM, as if to gauge if he’s joking. He looks down the corridor, presumably where the other three have gone, then back to Long. For a moment, he laughs a little, but his smile fades as he realises how serious Long is, and rather than come up with a smart remark, he spins on his heel and leaves. Long sighs, then turns…
…to see Michael Cole, standing with his arms folded, minus his neck brace as we saw earlier. He gets some heavy heat from the fans in the arena, but he doesn’t mind. An unmovable, wretched smirk is set on his face.
I understand you wanted to see my client
Long rolls his eyes.
You could say dat.
Michael Cole: (dramatically)
WELL, unfortunately, you’ll need to give him more notice next time. The Phenomenal
Athlete has gone home for the evening, so you’re left with just the Voice of the WWE.
Big heat for Cole’s big ego. Long holds up a hand.
Ya know what, playa, that’s fine. All ya gotta do is send him a message. See, Jack Swagger may have hurt
the Big Show, but he’s a tough guy, and he’s gonna be back. Soon.
Cole’s smile wavers as the crowd cheers.
In fact, I just spoke to the doctors – and they think he’ll be good to go by Over The Limit
. And with dat in mind, I figured he’d want to get even. So next Sunday, your boy and Big Show are gonna go one on one again, and if Jack pulls another stunt like he did tonight… well, let’s just say your
whiny voice in his ear? That’s gonna be the least of his problems, playa.
The crowd pops pretty big for that revelation, as Cole shakes his head.
You just love
your job, don’t you?
A sly smile from T-Lo.
With that, Long makes his exit, leaving us with just Cole. The annoying son of a gun keeps shaking his head, then pulls out his mobile phone… and takes a long sigh as he begins to dial. SmackDown goes to a break.
As we return, the arena is silent, but not for long…
“I’VE HAD ENOUGH! I MAKE ‘EM SEE…”
*END OF DAYS*
Fierce, loud booing erupts around the Bridgestone Arena as The Corre slowly appear, cast against their traditional red logo in the background. Not for the first time tonight, Wade Barrett seems to be directing the show, despite the fact they’re supposed to be four equals, and while Ezekiel Jackson couldn’t care less beside him, the other two seem more distracted. The WWE Tag Team Champions, Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater, loft their belts into the air, but they’ve both had their own reasons to be scared of some kind of impending doom here tonight. Slater looks around the arena with a brave face, while Gabriel stares at the ring, making his way down the ramp quietly as usual, but every so often he stops, as if struggling with something.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… THE CORRE!
What The Corre did last week was nothing short of disgraceful, guys. Edge and Christian legitimately eliminated these four men from contention in our main event Battle Royal, and Wade Barrett went… well, pretty much crazy.
Crazy, insane – however you wanna label it, Josh, it doesn’t really matter. What’s significant is that Barrett had earlier been trying to portray himself as a calm and collected man, but obviously, events conspired to break that façade in half.
Absolutely. Barrett led the other members of The Corre to attack Edge and Christian, slamming steel chairs off their backs before Justin Gabriel delivered a 450 Splash to both men. Frankly guys, I and many of the WWE fans wanna hear what possible excuse Wade Barrett can find for his actions, and the actions of his associates, last Friday night.
And you ain’t the only one, dawg. I
wanna hear him tell us aaall
about it, before Edge and Christian come and lay a whippin’ on dat sneaky mutha.
Barrett is first into the ring, his gaze wandering around the arena to compliment his casual smirk. From ringside, he’s offered a mic, but he tells them to wait, as the other three enter the ring through various means; Slater under the bottom rope, Jackson over the top, and Gabriel slingshotting smoothly inside. Barrett directs each man to a turnbuckle, and we’re left with The Corre standing as a unit, owning each corner of the ring as they pose. The Englishman raises both arms, while Jackson just nods his head, and both Tag Team Champions raise their titles for a second time. When they’re done posturing, Barrett takes that mic, not bothering to get them for the others, and the music dies down as he turns to speak. He waits momentarily as the “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” chants ring in his ears, then he slices through them.
No-one messes with The Corre.
Waves of heat immediately.
I’ve said it before, I said it last week, and I’ll say it again tonight. You don’t mess with us.
The camera pans along the four men, showing Gabriel and Slater as their eyes slowly observe the arena.
In fact, you’d be stupid to even consider
it, but apparently, some don’t share that view.
A shake of the head from Wade.
People should know not to get on our bad side by now – in nine days’ time, The Corre was supposed to collect the World Title, but when that plan was ruined, that bad side came out. And Edge and Christian are entirely
to blame for that.
Big heat there.
They thought it acceptable to get involved in our business, and they were punished. That’s the circle of life, that’s just basic rise and fall. What goes up… must come down.
More boos, as Slater can be seen nodding.
And on that note, I’d like to take a moment to stress something. This was not
, contrary to what you might believe, a one off.
He takes another long, disapproving look around the arena.
Wade Barrett: Anyone
who messes with me – and The Corre… will face those repercussions. That’s ANYONE, anywhere, at any time.
Well, we can tell who that one was aimed at. Barrett emphasises every last word there.
Nevertheless, despite the beating we handed Edge and Christian last week, we’ve seen nothing from them this
week. All that proves is that people around here are finally started to take us seriously. People are finally beginning to fear us… as – they – should.
Heat as Big Zeke flexes his muscles beside Wade.
All of that means that we
will not face consequences for what we did, because we were in the RIGHT, and because we are FEARED. Edge and Christian have learnt their lesson, and that’s just the beginning.
Barrett turns, slapping Slater and Gabriel on their titles as a show of support, then points into each of the two cameras covering the action inside the ring.
The Corre is going to take the World Title… (he switches cameras)
and anyone who gets in our way will face exactly
the wrath that Edge and Christian faced.
He nods his head amongst the boos.
They may have wanted that title, but no-one wants it more than ME. The winds of change…
The Englishman stares and stares into the lens.
And so the heat comes back, as Barrett steps back, and grabs Slater and Jackson’s wrist. Slater joins with Gabriel, and the four men raise their arms simultaneously, getting even more boos from this Nashville crowd, to the point that the heat nearly drowns out Matt Striker’s disapproval at ringside. These men brutally attacked two fan favourites, but here they stand victorious, and inevitably the crowd hates it.
Suddenly, however, the TitanTron flickers…
Hey dudes! Up here!
We look up to the Tron… WHERE EDGE AND CHRISTIAN ARE SAT, GRINNING THEIR FACES OFF!!! The crowd pops BIG for the Canadians, seemingly sat somewhere backstage, but the camera only shows them from about their waists up. Barrett looks furious, maybe even a mix of shock and disbelief, while the other members of The Corre look similarly annoyed. Slater shouts something incomprehensible at the screen. Christian, who spoke the first time, continues.
Just when ya thought you’d got rid of us, huh?
Cheers as Barrett scowls again.
And y’know man, it gets worse, too. ‘Cause nobody’s happy here. See, I really
needed that World Title back. I needed to win that Battle Royal to get back at Alberto Del Rio, right? Y’know, after he screwed me over and all that stuff…
Christian feigns thought.
Yeah, I think that was it. Rings a bell.
Right, right. And you, the Livewire right here (patting him on the shoulder)
, you kinda needed that win ‘cause… well, you’ve only been lookin’ for a World Title since ya first stepped in this company, right?
Again, Christian pretends to think, then nods emphatically.
But guys, guys. I think we could almost… almost
… look past all of that, you screwin’ us outta that title shot and doin’ everythin’ ya did… but you know what really gets me?
Barrett turns to the others – “The hell is this?”
You used chairs
, Wade. That’s our thing, man!
Didn’t we copyright that?
If we didn’t, we totally should’ve! Chairs rule all!
Long live the chair!
A good pop, as it becomes clear that E&C are taking us on a trip down memory lane here. THE BIG HIGH FIVE follows.
And last week, Wade, I said – I said I would pity
the man who got in my way. Well dude, you
got in my way.
They hold up their hands innocently, at the same time.
But hey, we’re not gonna make a scene! You’ve had a bad few weeks, Barrett. You lost your Intercontinental Title, you look like a total chump, and someone’s
been playin’ mind games with you… you’ve probably had enough of people screwin’ with you, right?
The bros exchange a look, then Edge leans forward so his face takes up a large section of the screen.
Only thing is, man… you’re gonna wish you hadn’t screwed with US.
A HUGE cheer goes up around the arena, as E&C leave that final message before the image on the TitanTron flickers and dies out to black. In the ring, Barrett turns in frustration, asking the other three what’s going on, as they shrug and exchange confused looks. We get a camera angle showing the four men firing heated questions at one another, trying to figure out how to deal with the Canadians’ threats… and suddenly, THE CAMERA LURCHES FORWARD AND CRACKS EZEKIEL JACKSON IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!! The crowd goes NUTS as Big Zeke hits the deck, and now SLATER takes a FIERCE shot to the back of the head from the other camera!!!
Barrett and Gabriel both turn in horror – AND THEY TAKE SHOTS WITH THE CAMERAS TOO!!! The Bridgestone Arena is overjoyed, thousands of fans on their feet as The Corre take these big hits, and as Gabriel rolls limply from the ring, the two cameramen throw their equipment to the floor, and pull off their black caps… OF COURSE, IT’S EDGE AND CHRISTIAN!!! IT WAS JUST A TAPE ON THE TRON!!!
H-hey! How did they get there?
Genius – why would The Corre think to check the cameramen? It’s a trick Edge has pulled before, but it’s worked to perfection here tonight, with Barrett crawling desperately from the ring with a few gasping breaths… Big Zeke struggles back to his feet – AND EDGE DRILLS HIM WITH THE SPEAR!!! Jackson rolls to the outside as well, but E&C are happy to let him go, turning their attention back to the recovering Heath Slater. The One Man Band tries to get up, as Edge and Christian throw each other another high five, before Edge goes to crouch in the corner. Justin Gabriel climbs to the apron, but Christian sends him FLYING back off with a right hand! Jackson and Barrett are disconsolate, furious, putting distance between themselves and the frenzied Canadians in the ring. Slater gets up – ANOTHER SPEAR!!!
Edge and Christian! The band is back together… and it looks like they’re getting old school!
Nodding his head, Christian rolls to the outside – and almost identical to Barrett last week, HE GRABS TWO CHAIRS! Barrett takes a step towards the ring, but Edge points over the top rope, flashing a white-toothed grin at the Englishman, who stops, and tells Gabriel to “Get the hell over here! I’m serious, do it!” In the ring, Christian re-joins his old friend, throwing him one of the chairs, and now the two babyfaces head around the squared circle, firing up the crowd! With the cheers ringing through the Bridgestone Arena, E&C turn back to Slater, grasping desperately at his ribs. The One Man Band is on his knees, as Edge and Christian SLAM those chairs into the mat either side of him, building a rhythm as the crowd stomps along in tune… up gets Slater… CON-CHAIR-TO!!!
Rollin’ back the years, Josh! Con-chair-to!
This crowd is going nuts,
guys! Edge and Christian have come for The Corre, and that wasn’t Heath Slater taking those hits, that was Wade Barrett! That was Alberto Del Rio! That was anyone who’s wronged Edge and Christian!
Slater hits the deck, unsure whether to hold his chest or his back, but Edge and Christian are just frantic! They’re bouncing around the place, whether it’s pointing up the ramp at Barrett and the others, or raising the classic ‘rock star’ pose to the crowd – they’ve got a taste of what they came for tonight, and Barrett’s face is pale in response. They drop their chairs to the mat and kick them from the ring, before they put the boot to Slater’s back and SHOVE him under the bottom rope too! Slater collapses in a heap on the outside, selling the beating Edge and Christian gave him, and Gabriel comes down the ramp to check on him. Up the ramp, Jackson asks “Whaddya wanna do, Wade?” but Barrett doesn’t reply, scowling down at Edge and Christian and unable to move an inch.
A fitting revenge for Edge and Christian tonight – they didn’t get their hands on Wade Barrett, the mastermind behind last week’s attack, but they hit him with one of those big cameras, and… well, just look at Heath Slater! What a Con-Chair-To, guys!
I never get tired of an Edge and Christian reunion, Josh, but this one meant even more tonight. They sent a message to Wade Barrett alright – you might not want to ‘mess’ with The Corre, but on tonight’s showing, Edge and Christian are back to their best as well.
Mah bois Edge and Christian got it done
tah-night, fo’ sure, but I think Wade Barrett’s still in for a whuppin’ if dey have anythin’ to say about it! Dese guys ain’t done wit each other yet, awww no.
Edge and Christian continue to fire up the crowd, as Gabriel helps Slater to his feet, the Tag Team Champions staggering back to join Barrett and Jackson. Big Zeke also aids Slater to stay upright, but Barrett is unmoving, standing in front of his three comrades without any kind of assistance to them. As Edge and Christian celebrate this small measure of payback to The Corre, SmackDown goes to a break.
Raw Rebound this week is the chilling post-match promo from CM Punk whilst The Convoy beats up Ted DiBiase in the background. With Randy Orton tied up in the ropes, Punk lambasts the Viper’s decision to take him on at Over The Limit, asking why anyone would ever have ‘faith’ in Orton, compared to what Punk is capable of as a leader. Jerry Lawler and a security team try to intervene, but Punk tells them all to stay away, screaming that Lawler isn’t fit to be General Manager, nor attempt to intervene in his affairs. Skip Sheffield hits DiBiase with Shell Shocked to complete the beatdown, and Punk leads The Convoy up the ramp, as Randy Orton curses what he’s allowed to happen.
When SmackDown hits your screen again, it’s MAIN EVENT TIME, as the bell chimes…
Fairly loud heat fills the Bridgestone Arena for the thumping tune of the Intercontinental Champion, Cody Rhodes, who steps out from behind the curtain with his hood over his head. His title belt is strapped around the outside of the jacket, and he slaps it protectively with his hand before he begins his crooked, disjointed walk down the ramp. As usual, we can’t see his face, though you can just make out a glint of the arena lights against his plastic mask.
The following tag team contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Marietta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… he is the Intercontinental Champion… COOODY – RHODES!
Welcome back to SmackDown, folks, where we’re set to go with our main event, and this is the first time we’ve seen Cody Rhodes all night – if you can call it a sighting, with that trademark hood and mask covering his face as usual, guys.
And the demented Intercontinental Champion has a challenge to answer, Josh, after Rey Mysterio asked them to ‘settle their score’ at Over The Limit. The Master of the 619 wants Cody’s title on the line, and if he can win tonight, he might just get that last chance.
This is a high-stakes match, alright; earlier this year, it was Rey Mysterio who broke Cody Rhodes’ nose and supposedly ‘forced’ him to wear this mask. Rhodes picked up controversial wins at Wrestlemania and Extreme Rules, and tonight – well, tonight, this unstable man might be able to get Mysterio out of his hair for good.
Rhodes heads for the ring, stepping inside with a raised hand to make sure that the camera can’t capture his face. He settles in the corner, tilting his head down and waiting for his partner. His music dies down.
Again, the arena builds with loud, LOUD heat as a silver Mercedes rolls into view, with the World Heavyweight Champion, Alberto Del Rio, behind the wheel as usual. Title over his shoulder, Del Rio honks the horn a few times, a complete contrast to Rhodes’ muted entrance, before he swings out of the car and pumps his arms loutishly at the nearby fans. Smirking his face off, Del Rio turns to the ramp and waits under the golden rain as Ricardo Rodriguez pops up at ringside for the announcement.
Damas y caballeros… se trata de alguien con clase real. Oriundo de San Potosí, México, un lugar incrustado en grandeza, él es el hombre más grande de esta empresa se ha visto nunca ... ALBERTOOOOOOO – DEL RIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOO
And Cody Rhodes isn’t the only one with a title defence on the horizon, as Alberto Del Rio gears up for his first pay-per-view defence, against one of his opponents tonight, Kofi Kingston.
The Mexican Aristocrat prides himself as being top of the SmackDown pile since Extreme Rules at the beginning of the month, gentlemen, and already Alberto’s got an attitude to match his position. We heard it from him earlier; he says his title is in no danger from Kofi Kingston, and tonight’s his opportunity to prove that.
We seen nuthin’ but good things from Del Rio since he got
here, know what I’m sayin’? Won da Rumble, World Title matches, and now he standin’ right dere as da top dog. Ya don’t gotta like him, but ya gotta respect him.
Del Rio, rubbing his hands leisurely against his trademark white scarf, grins on his way down to ringside. Rhodes hasn’t moved, hardly acknowledging or noticing his tag team partner, while Del Rio does a lap of the ring, showing his World Title to anyone who will look. He trots up the steps – eventually – and joins Rhodes in the ring. He frowns at the Disfigured One, then heads to the turnbuckle, cracking another grin and slapping his title belt enthusiastically. Del Rio’s definitely a happy bunny tonight, winking at the booing crowd, before he hops down and attempts to get some kind of reaction out of Rhodes. The music fades away again…
For the second time tonight, it’s a huge pop for Rey Mysterio, who launches out from behind the curtain and points to the crowd. The multi-coloured lights flood the arena as Mysterio scoots to one side of the stage, signing the cross and hitting the stage to let off a burst of pyro, then does the same on the other side. He turns to face the ring, where Rhodes is removing his jacket and exchanging a couple of low-voiced words with his fellow champion. Perhaps a little distracted by his enemy’s presence, Mysterio begins to make his way down the ramp, blessing some kids in Mysterio masks as he does.
And their opponents… first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds… REEEEEY – MYSTEEEERIO!
Rey Mysterio showed us earlier that he means business tonight, because guys, he wants Cody Rhodes’ title, and the mind games between them may be just as important as their encounters in the ring.
Never underestimate the power of mind games in the lead-up to a big match, Josh – it’s what we saw from the demented and disfigured Cody Rhodes before Extreme Rules, and we saw there what he’s capable of, including winning the title you see there.
Ya better believe it’s been back ‘n’ forth between dese two guys. All they evah do is get at each other’s throats, dey constantly goin’ for da jugular, you know? Dis is about more than da title, this is just about getting’ EVEN, dawg. Rey Rey wants his match and he gonna get
Mysterio heads up to the apron, pointing out at the crowd with a smile, then steps inside and heads for the turnbuckle. He turns to cast a glance at Rhodes, before he faces the crowd again and does the sign of the cross as usual. Hopping down, the multi-coloured lights fade as a series of “619! 619!” chants build in the Bridgestone Arena, and now we get the lime green lights instead, as Rey and Rhodes share a cold staredown.
“SOS… I HEAR DEM SHOUTIN’! SOS… I HEAR DEM CRYIN’!”
As before, the crowd goes WILD as Kofi Kingston high-knees it into view, feeding off the energy of the crowd! The Ghanaian takes a moment to invite the crowd to join in, as he staggers back and winds up the thunderclaps, getting some loud “BOOM!” responses from the fans in turn. In the ring, Alberto Del Rio leans against the turnbuckle and toys with his scarf, watching Kofi with a tiny smile after getting into his head somewhat earlier. Kingston leaps on to the ramp, setting off his final burst of fireworks, then bounces across the ramp to greet the fans on either side.
And his tag team partner… from Ghana, West Africa, weighing in two hundred and twenty pounds… he is the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship – KOOOFI – KINGSTON!
Folks, in nine days’ time, it’s the biggest match of Kofi Kingston’s career to date. His first World Title shot, after he defeated nineteen other men in last week’s main event, and we heard from him to start tonight’s show – he’s always wanted to break through the glass ceiling.
No doubt dat mah man Kofi’s had a hard time gettin’ here, but he ain’t gonna let dat big money moment slip away from him now. He gonna pull out da stops tonight, and he gonna do it next Sunday, too, and awww man, I like his odds!
Kofi turns his eyes to the ring. He rolls to the inside, then, akin to Mysterio before, he heads for the turnbuckle, swapping Rey’s adapted sign of the cross for his signature thunderclaps instead. The crowd joins in once more, getting a smile from the Ghanaian, before he finally jumps down to join Mysterio, the pair exchanging a quick low five. Kingston looks to Del Rio, who throws his scarf to ringside, says “Let’s do dis, amigo,” to the timekeeper, and opts to start. Rhodes shrugs and heads to the apron, while Kofi looks to take the World Champion on. Referee Chad Patton calls for the bell.
Main Event – Tag Team Contest – Non-Title
World Heavyweight Champion Alberto Del Rio and Intercontinental Champion Cody Rhodes vs Rey Mysterio and Kofi Kingston
These four men have all got considerable ability between the ropes, so it’s some good action, for a decent amount of time – jumping in, it’s Del Rio beating down Mysterio, tormenting his old rival with a Hammer Lock. Rey gasps in pain, trying to worm out of it, but Del Rio comes down on his neck with a couple of sharp elbows, then winds back and cracks
Mysterio in the back with a nasty kick! On the apron, Kofi looks concerned, trying to spur his partner to find the hot tag, but poor Rey is writhing, holding his back and his arm. Del Rio lays in a series of stomps, then pulls Rey to his feet – he’s got the Arm Wringer, then over again, booting Mysterio in the same wrist and shoving him to the ropes. Mysterio rebounds, straight into the clutches of the World Heavyweight Champion… TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Again, Mysterio groans, taking the brunt of plenty of offence here, while Del Rio presses him into the canvas… one… two… three-no! Kickout! Kofi nods his head, and the crowd pops, but Del Rio frowns and tilts up to his knees, then his feet. A few yards away, Rhodes paces up and down the apron, eyes bulging behind his mask.
Mysterio begins to struggle up, but gets a boot to the gut for his troubles. Del Rio grabs him with a smooth waist lock transition, perhaps looking for a German Suplex… but Rey resists, fires a couple of elbows and finds the ropes – up he goes FOR THE WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!!! Del Rio gets planted
there, though Mysterio’s taken several hits and he stays down too, as the noise in the arena builds, and Kofi Kingston stretches over the top rope desperately to turn this match around! Rey’s right hand hits the mat, and he begins to claw his way towards his corner, much to the joy of the crowd – Del Rio’s eyes are unfocused, gritting his teeth as he hauls himself in Rhodes’ direction, as the Intercontinental Champion stretches just like Kofi. Del Rio has slightly more energy, so he gets the tag first – BUT REY FINALLY LEAPS INTO THE TAG TO KINGSTON!
Quick as a flash, Kofi’s over that top rope to meet Cody Rhodes, knocking him down with the double-handed chop! Rhodes is up, but the Ghanaian scores with another chop, then a Dropkick on the third meeting! Staggering up, Rhodes falls into a neutral corner to try to recover – but Kofi LAUNCHES into him with the Koronco Buster
, and starts firing away with the right hands, as the crowd counts along! We hit five, then Kofi rolls down… and sends Rhodes FLYING with the Monkey Flip! Another pop goes up as Rhodes take a hard landing, his spine curving in pain as he cries out… Kofi jogs around the ring, firing himself up – into the ropes – “BOOM!” “BOOM!”… BOOM DROP CONNECTS! Supported by the thousands in attendance, Kingston rolls to his feet, grinning with the adrenaline… Rhodes still manages to find the energy to get up, though he holds his stomach with a grimace, as Kofi sprints to the turnbuckle – AND HURLS HIMSELF BACK AGAIN WITH THE CROSSBODY, DROPPING RHODES TO THE DECK FOR THE COUNT!!! One… two… THR-NO! Rhodes kicks out of it!
Kofi rolls to the side, grabbing the middle rope and scrambling up. Rhodes is up too, holding the mask as he curses through the pain. The Intercontinental Champion again falls into the corner, baring his teeth, and Kofi looks to take advantage, charging at him – BAM! Right into the boots of Rhodes, and Kingston stumbles backwards… and now Rhodes
slams him with the Russian Legsweep! Not content with that, Rhodes snarls something at the Ghanaian and rebounds from the ropes – up high and down hard on the classic Knee Drop, and now Rhodes presses the forearm… one… two… kickout by Kofi! Sideways goes Rhodes, but he’s up immediately, while Kingston has to exhale with some difficulty as he joins him – boot to the gut from the Intercontinental Champion, who hoists Kofi up for the ALABAMA SLAM… NOOO!!! KOFI ROLLS DOWN, CATCHING RHODES IN THE SUNSET FLIP – no, Rhodes rolls through that
… DROPKICK TO THE FACE!!! The close-range shot has the crowd groaning in awe, as Rhodes hooks both legs… one… two… NO! Again, Kingston stays in the game!
When Rhodes forces himself up, the camera zooms in enough that we can see the frustration behind his mask. He takes a long look around the ring, and his eyes finally settle on Del Rio, now asking for the tag on the apron. Casting one more glance at Kofi, Rhodes gives in and tags in the World Champion, who darts between the ropes to get at a wounded Kingston. The Ghanaian tries to get up, but Del Rio stings him with a kick to the ribs, and yanks him up by his hair instead; Kofi yelps in pain, but Del Rio grabs his left arm – Double Knee Armbreaker! Del Rio’s smooth execution leaves Kingston on the canvas again, but the Mexican Aristocrat takes a moment to relax in his superiority – a quick wink at the hard camera. As the boos resound around the arena, Del Rio takes to a position above Kingston, telling him to get up. Slowly, holding that briefly-targeted arm, Kofi finds his feet with a considerable wince, so Del Rio grabs the arm for the CROSS-ARM BREAKER – but Kingston turns out of it and shoves Del Rio away! The World Champion hits the ropes, then LAUNCHES WITH THE ENZUIGIRI… but again
, Kofi’s aware enough to duck the killer blow – HOOKS THE CHAMP UP – SOS ON THE DIME!!! Kofi nails the pin as always, crowd popping big… one… two… KICKOUT BY DEL RIO!!!
Kingston can’t beat Del Rio just yet! The exhaustion of this lengthy tag team bout is starting to really show, as Kofi leans back and sighs to the arena ceiling. Slowly, he struggles through the fatigue, and holds up a hand to Rey Mysterio, who offers the tag – Kofi’s not done with the champion yet. The Ghanaian raises his arms… and begins the thunderclaps, the crowd joining in slowly but surely, until the arena begins to cry “BOOM!” as one, firmly behind the number one contender here. Del Rio is shaking out the cobwebs, but finally he forces his tired frame back up, straight into the path of TROUBLE IN PARADIIIISE – NOOO!!! Del Rio ducks under the shot, and Kofi staggers towards the heel corner… cheap shot by Cody Rhodes! Kofi stumbles back Del Rio’s way – CRACK! FIERCE ENZUIGIRI FROM THE CHAMPION!!! Kingston hits the deck, but rather than make the cover, Del Rio dives
into the tag to Rhodes – the Intercontinental Champion is all business, clambering straight to the top rope – AND THROUGH THE AIR ON THE MOONSAAAAUUULT… ABSOLUTELY NAILED IT!!! Rhodes spirals away on impact, but he fights through the pain and here’s the cover… one… two… SHOULDER UP FROM KINGSTON!!!
The crowd pops again, as Rhodes’ eyes bulge behind that mask once more – he stands, stumbling somewhat, then turns to see Rey Mysterio on the apron. The Intercontinental Champion has a long staredown with his potential challenger, pointing angrily at him and saying “You don’t deserve a thing from me!”, even getting up close, mask-to-mask! Mysterio shakes his head, as Del Rio screams “Hey! You stay focused, amigo!” across the ring, and Rhodes GRABS Rey by the mask, completely ignoring his partner! Boos fill the arena as Rey gasps in his resistance… then catches Rhodes across the face with a stinging SLAP!
Back staggers the Disfigured One, completely stunned, and Mysterio springboards – NOTHING connects though, Rhodes ducking the Diving Senton, so Rey Rey hurtles across the ring and bludgeons Del Rio off the apron with a right hand! The Mexican Aristocrat tumbles to the outside in shock, as Mysterio turns for more action – CRACK! RHODES CATCHES HIM WITH THE BEAUTIFUL DISASTER KICK!!! Rey gets floored
there, and Rhodes seethes down at him, showing some real aggression after that furious kick, but as he
turns to face Kofi Kingston – HE GETS NAILED WITH TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!! The crowd goes WILD, with Kofi diving frantically into the cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Result: Kofi Kingston and Rey Mysterio bt. Intercontinental Champion Cody Rhodes and World Heavyweight Champion Alberto Del Rio via pinfall at 19:11
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners… the team of Rey Mysterio and KOFI – KINGSTON!
Kofi Kingston LEAPS heroically out of the cover, and has his arm raised by Chad Patton with the world’s biggest smile! The guy is ecstatic whenever he wins, and no less so tonight, though he falls to a knee with nineteen minutes of exhaustion. Forcing himself up, he goes to help Mysterio to his feet as well, slinging the luchador’s arm around his neck to keep him up. Mysterio tells him “Nice job, man,” while Kofi points to the turnbuckles, and the pair head to opposite sides of the ring to play to this thunderous crowd! On the outside, Rhodes is on his knees, his hand underneath his mask to sell the finish, all the while scowling up at Mysterio’s celebrations; the same can be said of Alberto Del Rio, who grabs his title and storms up the ramp, shaking his head in disapproval.
Folks, take a look at Kofi Kingston – he might have had a doubt or two earlier tonight, but those will have disappeared now, because he’s got the win here tonight, and you can tell by Alberto Del Rio’s face that he’s not as sure of his chances anymore!
Less than assured indeed, because we’ve seen yet another great performance from Kofi Kingston, and don’t forget about Rey Mysterio, either. The Ultimate Underdog said he was coming for Cody Rhodes’ title, and even Cody might not be able to get out of defending his title one more time now.
Mah boi Kofi got it DONE tah-night, man. Next Sunday, I got mah money on him, I got mah money on a new WORLD – HEAVYWEIGHT – CHAMP, baby.
On the stage, Del Rio is joined by Rosa Mendes, who comes out to comfort him, but the World Heavyweight Champion shoves his secretary away with a scowl. He wants to be alone here, folding his arms and staring coldly down at Kofi Kingston’s emphatic thunderclaps in the ring.
Folks, Kofi Kingston continues to impress everyone here on SmackDown, perhaps even the World Heavyweight Champion himself, but will he be able to replicate it at Over The Limit? For tonight, all that matters is he and Rey Mysterio have a crucial win under their belts… we’ll see you next week!
We switch between the cameras, from Del Rio staring at Kingston, to Rhodes staring at Mysterio, as they swap back and forth, and from the cheering Bridgestone Arena, SmackDown fades to black.
END OF SHOW
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