We are live from the KFC Yum! Center in Louisville, Kentucky where tonight's edition of Thursday Night Honor is emanating. The crowd is cheering in anticipation of what's coming up, when suddenly an unrecognized theme begins to play.
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As the fans rise to their feet and direct their attention to the stage, suddenly none other than the General Manager of Thursday Night Honor enters from the back and starts making his way down the ramp to the ring, looking all business.
Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Honor. I'm Good Ol' JR and joining me as always is Matt Striker. Matt, why do you think our general manager is opening the show tonight?
Matt Striker: I'm not sure, Jim, but I've got a feeling it's not going to be pretty.
Jim Cornette enters the ring as his music cuts out, holding his microphone to his body.
Jim Cornette: I know you guys were expecting that Manowar bullshit, but honestly I'm not in the mood for that tonight, so consider what I came out to Honor's theme for the evening. The reason I came out here is simple, because there's something I would like to get off my chest. When I was appointed General Manager of Honor last week, it was the first time someone actually suited for the position came to power. I mean Tazz, Bret Hart, Joey Styles, and Zack Ryder? You've gotta be dickin' my fat ass around. With that being said, my first night in, the very first edition of Honor that I oversaw, you fans shit all over it! That's all I heard all week was how much, for one reason or another, folks disliked the show. Well I'll agree with you, maybe it wasn't the best show. Could be because of that damn Roulette Wheel I was forced to use, could be because Joey fuckin' Styles can't book a wrestling show to save his life. Whichever it is, tonight has been booked by yours truly, and I guarantee ya this, at the end of the night you rabble rousers won't have a single solitary thing to complain about. And if ya do, well, I've got two things to say to you. Fuck you, and have a nice day.
The music of Jim Cornette begins to play again as he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, returning to the backstage. As he is leaving, the camera cuts back to the commentary table.
Matt Striker: Mr. Cornette certainly spewing a lot of vitriol on the microphone tonight.
Jim Ross: If there's one thing you can never call that man it's shy. Speaking of outspoken individuals, it's time for our opening contest, where we'll see The Miz take on Alberto Del Rio!
The camera pans to Justin Roberts standing in the ring, ready to make the introductions.
The ring bell sounds.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your opening match of the evening! Introducing first...
I CAME TO PLAY
"I Came to Play" by Downstait begins to play over the PA System. The Miz and the always sexy Maryse come out to the stage to loud boo's from the audience. They walk down the ramp ignoring the fans.
Justin Roberts: From Clevelend, Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Maryse, he is the Miiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzz!
They get to the ring and they both do their usual taunts on the ring apron, Miz entering the ring while Maryse remains at ringside.
Jim Ross: The Miz looking very serious tonight.
Matt Striker: Well, after what happened to him last week at the hands of Kane, I can't say I blame him.
Jim Ross: You mean losing?
Matt Striker: It was the matter in which it was done, Miz didn't get any offense in.
Jim Ross: Why is that Kane's fault?
Matt Striker: I just think it's a travesty, I thought he had the match won.
Jim Ross: You sound like Michael Cole.
In the ring, Justin Roberts and Miz have been joined by Ricardo Rodriguez.
Justin Roberts: Everyone please welcome Alberto Del Rio's personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodriguez!
The whole arena of fans begin to boo and chant, "You Suck“ at him, as suddenly the theme of Del Rio begins to play.
As the theme hits the sound system, fans in the arena leap to their feet and show huge disrespect to their newest sensation – Alberto Del Rio. As Alberto arrives in his new car, to make sure everybody in the arena knows who just arrived, he beeps the horn. Alberto gets out of the car after pulling to a complete stop with a huge smile on his face, ignoring the booing.
Del Rio points to his own face to let the fans' know they aren't getting to him as Ricardo begins to introduce him.
Ricardo Rodriguez:
Señoras y señores,
El gran momento ha llegado,
cuando las personas son capaces de estar en la presencia de ese gran hombre
Es un hombre apuesto y muy poderoso,
A diferencia de usted las personas que son gordas, feas y pobres.
Él es la esencia de la excelencia y el orgullo de México
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!
As Ricardo finishes his introduction of Alberto Del Rio, Alberto begins to slowly walk on the entrance ramp and with a huge smile on his face, he yells something to these peasants sitting in the crowd and booing at him like idiots... Alberto steps on the entrance ramp and poses for people in crowd and the peasants, that are sitting at home, as the flickering pyros fall behind him. Alberto then carries on down and into the ring to a huge negative reception
Matt Striker: Who do you think has the edge in this one, J.R.?
Jim Ross: Well both of them are very talented young men, and both feel they have something to prove. Alberto Del Rio setting out on his own apart from Drew McIntyre and Miz looking to be taken more seriously.
Matt Striker: As he deserves to, damn Kane.
Jim Ross: Let's just get to the match.
The ring bell is sounded again.
DING DING!
The match begins as Miz and Del Rio circle one another a few times. Both men pause and stare at each other as they suddenly rush to the middle of the ring, locking up with a collar-elbow tie-uo. Miz begins to push Del Rio backwards as Del Rio suddenly spins out and slips behind Miz's back. Del Rio tries to lift Miz, but the Awesome One nails Del Rio with a spinning back elbow to the head as Alberto stumbles backwards. Miz follows up as he hits Del Rio with a hard right to the jaw, proceeding to grab Del Rio by the head and connecting with a huge uppercut. Miz walks over to his opponent, but Del Rio counters as he nails him with a quick elbow to the gut, Miz doubling over in response. Del Rio hooks his arm around Miz's neck and brings him down with a Snap DDT.
Jim Ross: That move is always so vicious, regardless of the variation!
Matt Striker: Look at The Miz, he's getting squashed again!
Jim Ross: Will you give it a rest?
Miz gets up and suddenly rushes Del Rio, but Alberto falls down and trips him up with a drop toe hold as Miz goes face first into the turnbuckle. Miz holds his face as Del Rio wraps his forearm across the throat of Miz, applying a reverse sleeper hold. The submission isn't applied long though as Miz gets his hand onto Del Rio's arm and pulls it off of his neck then twists Del Rio's arm as he turns around. Miz pulls Alberto in close and drops him with a clothesline, then runs into the ropes and launches into a diving fist drop, right into the face of Del Rio. Miz hooks the leg as the referee begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Del Rio kicks out!
Miz doesn't look too happy about not picking up the win as he grabs Del Rio by the arm and whips him into the far ropes. Del Rio launches off the ropes in Miz's direction as Miz makes a clothesline attempt, but Alberto ducks it and keeps running as he leaps to the second rope and springboards off of it, connecting with a flying back elbow on Miz just as he turns around to see where Del Rio went. Both men are up quickly as Miz rushes Del Rio, Alberto catching him with a hip toss. Miz is up again as he catches Alberto with a knee to the gut, following up with a snap swinging neckbreaker. Miz walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends the top rope, turning his back to Alberto and executing a moonsault, connecting with devastating impact. Miz hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Del Rio gets the shoulder up!
Jim Ross: Still think Miz is getting squashed?
Matt Striker: No but he should've won by now.
Miz gets up, furious that the match is continuing as he begins to stomp away at Alberto. Del Rio rolls away, Miz following his every move until Alberto is able to swat Miz's leg away and get up. Del Rio takes a swing at Miz, but he sidesteps it and slips behind the Mexican Aristocrat, hooking his arms and connecting with the SCF! Miz rolls Alberto over and covers him again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Del Rio gets the shoulder up!
The frustration continues in the Miz as he gets to his knees and puts Del Rio in a front headlock and stands up, bringing Alberto with him. Miz reigns a clubbing blow down across the back of Del Rio, as he keeps the headlock locked in tight. Miz then hooks an arm of Del Rio and lifts him into the air, bringing him down with a vertical suplex. It's not over as Miz spins his hips and stands up, holding onto Del Rio. Miz raises Del Rio for another vertical suplex, but midway up, Del Rio falls back down to his feet. Del Rio than elbows Miz in the gut and lifts the Awesome One into a vertical suplex of his own. Del Rio and Miz both stand up quickly as Del Rio connects with a dropkick to the head, sending Miz to the mat. Both men get up as they charge each other and begin to slug it out with an exchange of hard rights and lefts. The crowd begins to cheer for the violence as Miz suddenly blocks one of Del Rio's right hand attempts and nails him with a headbutt. Del Rio staggers backwards holding his head in pain as Miz charges him with a big boot attempt, but Alberto ducks it and spins quickly, jumping onto Miz's back and bringing him down with a Backstabber. Del Rio covers me for the first time in the match.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO! Miz kicks out!
Matt Striker: The wear and tear of this match isn't enough to keep the Awesome One down!
Jim Ross: These two young men are both absolutely starving for the win here!
Miz and Del Rio both rise to their feet as Alberto throws a punch, but Miz blocks it and connects with one of his own. Alberto is reeling from the attack as Miz levels him with a big boot. Miz grabs Del Rio and picks him up as the Mexican Aristocrat is out on his feet. Miz hooks the arms and connects with the Skull Crushing Finale again! Del Rio looks to be completely out of it as Miz rolls him over and covers, smiling confidently at what he feels is the winning fall.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO! Del Rio gets the shoulder up!
Miz can take no more as he angrily picks Del Rio up and hooks the arms, looking for the Skull Crushing Finale for a third time but he went to the well one time too many as Alberto swings his arms downward to break the hold then turns around and headbutts Miz. Del Rio grabs the arm and jumps on it, spinning and bringing Miz to the mat, fully extending it as he wrenches back with the Cross Armbreaker!
Jim Ross: This could be it!
Matt Striker: Say it isn't so!
As Alberto relentlessly wrenches back on the hold, Miz has no choice but to tap out as he begins furiously beating the mat and the ring bell is sounded.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner as a result of a submission, Alberto Del Rio!
As Del Rio was celebrating his victory, suddenly he was attacked by The Miz, who hit him in the back with a clubbing blow. Miz threw Del Rio into the nearest turnbuckle and ran over, connecting with a high knee to the jaw. He began to lay into him with stiff punches when suddenly Sheamus slid into the ring as the crowd went nuts.
Jim Ross: By gawd, it's Sheamus!
Matt Striker: Sheamus perhaps coming to the aid of his opponent at next week's Supershow!
Sheamus grabbed Miz and irish whipped him into the ropes, and as Miz came back, connected with a Brogue Kick! Miz hit the mat and rolled under the ropes to the outside as Sheamus turned in the direction of Del Rio, who walked towards him and extended his hand for a shake. Sheamus looked down at Alberto's hand, then up at Alberto, before nearly taking his head off with a Brogue Kick!
Matt Striker: So much for that theory, but did he really have to put his hands on The Miz?
Jim Ross: Sheamus is gonna put his hands on whoever he damn well pleases, Matt, that there is a young man hungry for bigger and better things.
Matt Striker: A message has been sent by the Celtic Warrior here tonight, but I don't like it.
Sheamus heads up the ramp and stops at the top of it, looking out to the crowd as Honor heads to its first commercial of the evening.
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Thanks to Google, I now know today would've been Art Clokey's 90th birthday, the man responsible for Gumby. Since Gumby was part of my childhood, here's to you, Art.
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Jim Ross: Welcome back to Honor, folks. If you're just now joining us, you missed an extraordinary opening match between The Miz and Alberto Del Rio.
Matt Striker: A match not immune to controversy it would appear, as Sheamus got involved afterwards and layed out both men with a Brogue Kick. Why can't the WAR superstars mind their own business?
Jim Ross: Well, before Sheamus comes back out here and gives you a Brogue Kick, we now go backstage, where we understand none other than the "Big Red Machine" Kane is standing by.
The fans begin to cheer as the camera cuts away to where Kane is located.
Kane: When I left the comfort of hellfire to come to this miserable planet, I knew then every kind of person I would eventually encounter. And as fate would have it, one of each inhabits the walls of the Championship Wrestling Federation. Tonight I find myself about to dance with the kind of person that turns my stomach most, the ignorant poser. Kevin Thorn is a man that lies to each and every one of you, from the time the first note of his entrance theme is heard to the time he vanishes back through that curtain post-match and returns to the backstage. And wouldn't you know it, that man is the holder of Honor's highest accolade. He sits upon the top of the food chain as if he's the measuring stick for someone like me. Well at last your false proclamations and boasts come back with a vengeance Kevin, because tonight you face me, someone who is angered and offended by your schtick. You are pretending to be what I am, an immortal being with no worldly limitations when it comes to the power at your disposal and the havoc you can create and it brings a bad name to my kind. It brings a bad name to the work I do and quite frankly, it soils the legacy I have paved thus far in this association, and given that my tenure exceeds yours, that really pisses me off. You see, Kevin Thorn is something that is bound my corporate trademark, something that is of this Earth. While Kane, well, it's just like I've been telling you, Kevin. Kane is of something else entirely.
Kane begins to cackle with evil as he walks offscreen and the camera cuts back to the commentary table.
Jim Ross: Very chilling words.
Matt Striker: That match is coming up later on tonight everyone, but as for right now, we've got ourselves another singles match!
Jim Ross: That's right folks, tonight Billy Gunn of the New Age Outlaws takes on the young Alex Riley, and it's coming up right now!
The opening bell is heard.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
SAY IT TO MY FACE!
The CWF Universe burst into cheers as Alex Riley makes his way out from the back. Riley emerges with a smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the positive atmosphere. Riley looks around at the crowd for a moment before deciding to walk down the ramp and towards the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 245 pounds, Alex Riiiiiiiiiley!
Riley high-fives some fans as he rounds the corner and walks up the steel steps. He stands on the ring apron with the smile still on his face, before entering the ring. Riley walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs up it and raises his arm in the air.
Jim Ross: The young Alex Riley looking to continue his winning ways after beating Alberto Del Rio last week.
Matt Striker: Something I could certainly see happening, but then again, he is stepping into the ring with a veteran tonight.
Jim Ross: Billy Gunn certainly no slouch, and will definitely be looking to prove that he has what it takes to beat the up-and-coming Riley.
The CWF Universe cheers for Alex Riley as he gets off of the turnbuckle and stands there, prepared for his match.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
The tickets have been booked and the flights will be waiting. Right after honor, to whisk all the superstars away to Germany before the Supershow, but there is a small matter of of a singles match for one of these to get through first.....
Road Dogg: Oh! You didn't know?! Your ass better CALL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYY!
The crowd copy him as he walks out, with Billy Gunn onto the stage, James with a microphone in hand. He continues to welcome the crowd as he approaches the ring.
Road Dogg: Louisville Kentucky!!!! You are here with the New Age Outlaws!
The Outlaws make their way into the ring and keep saluting the fans until their music gets cut. Road Dogg lifts the mic to his lips, and the whole crowd say in unison with him....
Road Dogg: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, D-Generation-X proudly presents to you one half of the future tag team champions of the world, the New Age Outlaws. From Austin, Texas. Weighing in at 268 pounds, Bad Ass Billy Gunn!
Road Dogg then passes the mic to Billy Gunn.
Billy Gunn: And if your not down with that then we got two words for you... SUCK IIIIIT!
Road Dogg exits the ring and remains ringside as Billy Gunn gets ready for the match. The ring bell is sounded again.
DING DING!
Billy goes right after Riley, throwing a right punch to the abdomen. He throws a left next, having connected with both punches thus far. He continues to change it up, wailing on the upper body of his opponent, as he grabs Riley by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. Alex stands his ground and doesn't budge as he grabs his wrist with the hand Billy is grabbing and pulls him towards him, taking Gunn down with a clothesline. Billy gets up from the mat as Alex steps forward and headbutts him, knocking him back down to the mat in a sitting position. Billy gets up again but Alex pushes his chest, causing him to land in the corner.
Riley puts his foot on Billy's chest and pushes, choking him out. Billy grabs his ankle on both sides and tries to force Riley's foot away from his chest. He begins to succeed but then Alex catches on as he throws his foot forward, stomping Billy in the chest, the friction causing him to hit the turnbuckle behind him hard and knock the breath out of him. Riley grabbed him by both sides of the head and lifted him up, throwing him into the corner. He gestured for everyone to be quiet, then hit Billy in the chest with a hard palm, causing him to cry out in pain.
Jim Ross: Those chops are always so devastating!
Matt Striker: Take it from me, J.R., I can think of a thousand things I'd rather feel than one of those chops.
Riley creates some distance and then charges, sandwiching Billy in the corner, backing up as he fell forward. As he did, Alex caught him by the neck and pushed him back to a vertical base. He threw Billy's arm from his own side to over his shoulder and lifted him into the air, chokeslamming him in the corner. Riley winded back for another chop but Billy launched himself out of the corner, taking Alex down with a shoulder block. Gunn got up and ran into the ropes, springing off with a Lionsault attempt but Riley bent his knees and stuck his feet up so that Gunn landed on them hard. Gunn fell to the mat as Alex sat up, then climbed to his feet. Riley grabbed Billy and pulled him to his feet, grabbing him by the neck and hooking his arm. Before Alex could lift him though, Road Dogg leapt up onto the apron and started arguing with the referee.
Jim Ross: What's he doing?
With the referee’s back turned Billy hits a low blow to Riley, bringing him to his knees. Road Dogg drops from the apron, ending the argument as Gunn then grabs Riley and hits a massive DDT. Billy drops his knee down into the head of Riley, then drops down onto him with his leg. Gunn picks up Alex again and sets him up for a piledriver, connecting with it successfully and going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Billy Gunn!
Jim Ross: Well Matt, tonight veteranship wins over youth.
Matt Striker: Alex Riley was in control for much of it though, J.R., it honestly could've gone either way.
Suddenly the music of the New Age Outlaws quits playing as Billy and Jesse look to the titantron screen.
Eddie Guerrero: Look at that, ese's, one of you actually won a match. Jesse had to distract the referee to make it happen, but a win is a win at this point, isn't it guys? Well when you celebrate this particular victory, make sure it's long-lasting and hearty, because you don't have many more of them left to celebrate. In fact, your match next week will be the very last one, because three days later is when you face me and Ron at the Elimination Chamber, the night that you once again fail to capture the tag team championships and lose your careers to boot. Well holmes, I'd love to talk more, but I've got a flight to Germany to catch. I trust I'll be seeing the two of you there.
The screen goes black as Jesse and Billy look at one another, discussing amongst themselves how ridiculous what they just saw and heard was. The two men exit the ring and make their way up the ramp as the camera cuts back to the commentators.
Jim Ross: Well the issues between the New Age Outlaws and the CWF Tag Team Champions R.E.M.E.D.Y. keep getting more and more personal.
Matt Striker: That match quickly becoming the one to watch, J.R. Well ladies and gentlemen, it is time to take another commercial break. More Honor after this!
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Batista's new ink.
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Jim Cornette: Hey everybody, Jim Cornette here, but I hope at least some of you already fuckin' knew that. Anyway, it's pay-per-view season, and although a Chamber of Horrors match and an Intercontinental Title match is all well and good and the tag title match is gonna be great, I can't help but feel like we need somethin' more. Now I'm not gonna add anybody to any of 'em, so don't worry about that, but we do need some contenders, so we're gonna do what we do every month Pinky, I'm gonna make a clusterfuck of a tag team match. In a match to name the number one contenders it's gonna be Shannon Moore and Jeff Hardy versus The Rock and Santino Marella versus Zack Ryder and Robbie E versus Mr. T and Roddy Piper versus Gangrel and Judas Mesias versus Beer Money in the very first tag team Elimination Chamber. Each pod will hold a tag team, two teams will start out. Simple enough, right? I thought so too, now kindly get out of my office.
Jim Cornette shoos the cameraman away as things return to the commentary table.
Jim Ross: Welcome back to Honor folks, certainly a slobber knocker of a match we just heard announced, wouldn't you agree, Matt?
Matt Striker: These things are always crazy, but it gets everyone on the card and gives proven an unproven alike the opportunity of a lifetime, so no argument here.
Jim Ross: R.E.M.E.D.Y. will certainly have to keep their eyes in many places over the next few weeks with their tag title defense, the match that was just made, and their tag match on next week's Supershow.
Matt Striker: Well that's next week, J.R., and personally I don't want to wait that long for some tag team action. Luckily I don't have to because right now we have just that.
Jim Ross: Strange bedfellows indeed as Brock Lesnar and Christian team up to take on the returning Beer Money.
The opening bell is sounded.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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"Highway to the Danger Zone" by Versus The Ocean begins playing as the crowd erupts into boos. Soon after this, the "Instant Classic" himself makes his way onto the stage.
Justin Roberts: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian!
As he looks out at the crowd, Christian makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, preparing for the match ahead.
Jim Ross: Captain Charisma never without self-confidence.
Matt Striker: It's served him well, J.R., he's just one match away from becoming the CWF Champion.
Jim Ross: Yeah a Chamber of Horrors match against our current champion Kevin Thorn, don't undersell the circumstances, Matt.
Things return to Justin Roberts.
Justin Roberts: And the partner...
The lights in the arena have gone dark as the haunting theme of “Trauma†fills the arena and the fans boo immediately knowing who is associated with the theme.
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A spotlight shines down as Brock is making his way down towards the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 280 pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion and the "Next Big Thing", Brock Lesnar!
Brock ignores the jeers and boos from the sellout crowd as he enters the ring
Jim Ross: Differences or not, these two are a rather impressive sight standing on the same team.
Matt Striker: I'd use that term loosely in this one, J.R., I don't foresee a lot of teamwork occurring between Brock and Christian happening tonight.
Jim Ross: I'd say you're right.
Things return to Justin Roberts again.
Justin Roberts: And the opponents...
"BEER.. MONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
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The former tag champs emerge from the back, Storm on his beer cooler and Roode walking as the crowd goes wild and totally apeshit for them! They high five the fans on their way down the entrance ramp as they make their way to the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Leiper's Fork, Tennessee and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 470 pounds. They are the former CWF Tag Team Champions. Bobby Roode, James Storm, they are Beer Moneeeeeeey!
Roode and Storm make their way up the steel steps and enter the ring, James handing off his t-shirt, cowboy hat, and sunglasses to the ringside official before the match begins. The ring bell sounds.
DING DING!
James Storm and Christian opt to start things for their team as Roode and Lesnar step through the ropes onto the ring apron of their respective corners. Storm and Christian circle each other for a moment, then lock up in a traditional collar-elbow tie-up. They hold this for a moment before the situation turns into a test of strength, in which Storm gets the advantage as he pushes Christian back. Christian lands a kick to the side of Storm to break things up then connects with a spinning back kick, with his boot hitting his opponent's face straight on. Storm is launched backward into the ropes behind him and uses them to launch himself back towards Christian, who goes for another spinning back kick but Storm ducks and Christian goes over him. Storm comes off the opposite ropes as Christian lands and clubs him in the back of the head with a clothesline, the Instant Classic landing flat on his face.
Storm steps over Christian with his right leg and sits down on his lower back, and wraps his arms around his face, his hands locking at Christian's chin as he applies a camel clutch and wrenches back on it. Christian writhes in the hold as Lesnar grabs the ropes, pulls back for leverage, and launches himself into the ring, grabbing Storm and planting his face into the mat with a bulldog. Christian gets to his feet and cracks his neck as the referee scolds Lesnar for his interference and Storm begins to get to his feet.
Matt Striker: The Next Big Thing actually getting involved on his partner's behalf!
Jim Ross: I'm not sure if that's sportsmanship or a trap.
Christian runs forward and plants Storm with another bulldog, colliding with the referee and knocking him through the ropes to the outside. Lesnar and Christian begin to double team Storm by stomping on his head and shoulders as Roode drops down from the apron and goes for the motorized cooler. He picks it up and throws it into the ring, it crashing to the mat next to the superstars. Roode slides into the ring and picks up a beer bottle, walking towards his opponents. Roode charges and swings the beer bottle, Christian doing a baseball slide between his legs to dodge, but Lesnar wasn't so lucky as the shot caught him off guard, the bottle exploding on impact as he collapsed into the corner. Shortly after Christian did a baseball slide to evade the attack though, he sprung from the mat and connected with a dropkick to the back of Roode, sending him into the corner.
Christian ran towards Roode but Storm met him with a clothesline to bring him down, then maneuvered things into a sleeper hold, pulling Christian to his feet. In the ring Christian is struggling in the hold as Roode has come to and is stomping Lesnar's chest in the corner. The referee is beginning to come to on the outside as this happens. Roode sees this and drops down to the mat, rolling out of the ring and grabbing Lesnar by the ankle, pulling him out with force as the back of his head hits the outside floor. Christian pries Storm's arms apart and breaks the hold but before he can capitalize, Storm quickly hooks a full nelson, lifts him into the air and falls forward, planting him face first into the scattered ice cubes and beer bottles from the overturned cooler.
Matt Striker: Talk about being put on ice!
The crowd reacts with both shock and excitement. Storm gets to his knees and looks over his shoulder at the referee, who hasn't quite come to yet. Storm quickly puts the remaining beer bottles in the cooler, keeping one for himself, and pushes it outside of the ring, throwing the lid as well. He sits in the corner, opens his beer, and starts to drink from it so that when the referee re-entered the ring, it looked like he was merely taking a break to drink. James Storm finishes his beer and tosses the bottle as he gets to his feet and starts walking over to Christian. On the outside of the ring, Roode throws Lesnar shoulder first into the ring post and then climbs up onto the apron. Christian gets to his feet but Storm's been waiting on him as he delivers the Last Call and lands it beautifully, sending Christian to the mat on his back.
Jim Ross: LAST CALL! LAST CALL!
Storm tags in Roode as the two switch places with Storm going onto the ring apron and Roode entering the ring. Roode charges Christian, who's on his hands and knees as he begins to get up, and catches him square in the jaw with a running knee. Christian spins and lands on his back again, kicking his feet into the air before they fall flat. Roode grabs him by his hair, pulls him forward by it and throws him backward into the corner. Roode goes for a kick to the face but Christian rolls out of the corner and dives, clipping the knee and bringing Roode to the mat onto his back and the back of his head. Christian ends up in the corner as he gets to his feet and slaps Storm off the apron to the outside and into the ringside barricade. Christian then leaps up and pushes off the turnbuckle with his feet, launching himself into a moonsault of sorts as he caught Roode around the neck and brought him to the mat again with a hurricanrana variation, as Christian hit the mat and Roode was launched into the opposite corner.
Christian took advantage of the opportunity and went over to the corner, connecting with a frog splash. He had the chance to go for the cover but didn't, instead he went to the top rope and looked to be going for a diving headbutt. On the outside, Storm and Lesnar had been trading punches, as Storm hit an uppercut and slammed Lesnar's face into the barricade, then ran towards the ring apron and leapt onto it. Before Christian could jump, Storm launched himself over the ropes and threw his leg upward and outward, connecting with the Last Call! Storm hit the mat and rolled to his feet as Christian fell forward, crash landing on his face.
Jim Ross: What athleticism!
The referee scolds Storm as Roode goes for the pin. Storm exits the ring as the referee turns around and notices the situation, then begins counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THR..NO! Christian gets the shoulder up!
The crowd boos as Roode gets to his feet and prepares his next attack. Christian kips up as Roode swings at him but Christian sidesteps and connects with a right of his own. He chops Roode across the chest and whips him into the corner, and Roode hits back first as Christian is close behind, connecting with a running knee lift. Christian sets up for a DDT out of the corner but Roode pushes him off and Christian hits the mat on his feet and goes staggering into the referee, knocking him down as he falls towards his own corner where Storm is waiting on the apron and smashes him with a beer bottle! Storm hops down and starts walking toward his corner but Lesnar also has a beer bottle in his hand, as he swings at Storm. Storm blocks it by catching his hand, but Brock has something else up his sleeve, as he spits beer into James Storm's face! Storm is blinded as Brock pulls his hand free, smashes James in the face with the beer bottle bringing him down, and climbs up onto the apron, as Christian crawls towards the corner.
Matt Striker: Can Christian make the tag?
Christian is an inch away from Lesnar when Roode grabs him by the ankle, drags him to the center of the ring, hooks his leg, and applies an STF. Roode wrenches back with all his might as Christian struggles not to submit, his face cut up from the beer bottle shots and red from the pain, wet from the beer and blood and sweat. Christian tries with all his might to pry Roode's hands apart as Brock is on the apron, stomping the mat in anticipation to get into this match. Just when it seemed impossible, Christian pried Roode's hands apart and used nearly all his strength to stand up with Roode on his back and throw him over with a hip toss as he stumbled forward and collapsed on his face in his corner, his hand slapping his partner's as the crowd went nuts.
Brock leapt over the top rope into the ring and came in like a house of fire, striking Roode to the mat every time he got up. James Storm slid into the ring and went to attack, but Lesnar planted him with a spinebuster. After impact, Lesnar was back up as Roode came off the ropes. Lesnar caught him and connected with a flapjack onto Storm. Storm rolled out of the ring as Roode got to his feet and the referee came to. Brock leapt up and threw Roode onto his shoulders, the crowd booing as they knew what he was thinking.
Jim Ross: This one may be over!
Without a further moment of hesitation, Brock connected with the F5 and immediately went for the pin as the referee counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THR..NO! Roode got the shoulder up!
The crowd cheered the fact that Roode kicked out and the match gets to continue as Lesnar got to his feet and Roode began to get there. Lesnar struck Roode across the face, and Roode came back with a right of his own that knocked Lesnarback again. Brock winded up for another punch but Roode leveled him with a big boot. Roode began to focus on the head of Lesnar, as it had taken a lot of abuse from beer bottle shots and such, much like Christian, as he set Lesnar in a sitting position in the corner and began to stomp him repeatedly in the face. Roode then stood Brock up and grabbed him by both sides of the neck and threw him over his shoulder into the center of the ring. Lesnar hit back first and popped up, holding his back in agony as Roode took off and planted him with the Pay Off running lariat.
Matt Striker: Lesnar may be out cold!
Roode looks at Christian who's taunting him and the two begin to argue back and forth. Suddenly Lesnar rolls him into a pin, holding the tights.
ONE!
TWO!
Roode kicks out!
Roode gets out of the situation quickly but finds himself unexpectedly on the receiving end of a spear as Roode goes down and Brock goes to the corner, tagging in Christian. Christian enters the ring and Brock looks to return to the apron, but stops as he spins Christian around and throws him on his shoulders, connecting with an F5! Brock exits the ring and begins to head to the back as Roode covers Christian.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here are your winners, Beer Money!
Beer Money celebrated their win as Christian rolled out of the ring. Suddenly Jesse Ventura, Eddie Guerrero, and R-Truth came running through the crowd and hopped the barricade, sliding into the ring.
Jim Ross: What the hell is this? No wait, turn around Beer Money!
Storm and Roode turned around and Ventura hurled the motorized beer cooler at them, taking both men down. Eddie and Truth entered the ring and helped Jesse beat them down, stomping and punching them. Storm grabbed the cooler and hit Jesse in the gut with it, then bashed him over the head, but was hit with a hard left by Eddie and whipped into the ropes. On the way back, Guerrero caught him and hit a spin-out spinebuster right onto the cooler! Eddie checked on Ventura as Roode began slugging it out with Truth, getting the better of him as he dropped him with the Roode Awakening neckbreaker. Roode got up, and Jesse and Eddie caught him when his back was turned, throwing the cooler at his legs and catching him with a falling neckbreaker. They threw him head first into the cooler to bust him open and then Ventura applied an inverted bearhug! Eddie helped up Truth as both men surrounded James Storm.
Matt Striker: This certainly doesn't bode well for the Tennessee Cowboy.
James Storm got to his feet as Truth connected with the Paydirt, the crowd gasping at the impact. Eddie and Truth picked him up and threw him through the ropes, head first into the ring barricade. Jesse released Roode and he suffered the same fate as Storm. Eddie signaled for a microphone and one was brought to him. He looks at what he's done.
Eddie Guerrero: Before you go calling me a liar, I was on my way to Germany, that is until I heard Jim Cornette make the contendership match. After that, I decided to make a stop right here in Louisville and wouldn't you know it, it was worth the trip, ese'. Why Jim Cornette even made this match is beyond me, because there isn't a single tag team in this company that can beat me and Truth, especially not the teams in that match. Mr. T and Roddy Piper? These two haven't shared a ring since 1986 holmes, and they were facing off, so not only do I doubt they can work together, Mr. T can't even wrestle. The Rock and Santino Marella? People say we're a mismatch, but these two, I'd rather wrestle Stone Cold and Percy Watson. Zack Ryder and Robbie E? One used to be Edge's stooge and the other one's always been a stooge. Then you have the second-chancers, or as you like to call them The Coven, Mattitude, and Beer Money. Mattitude proved at the pay-per-view they couldn't get the job done and when they lost to the New Age Outlaws, they proved it again. Now you're setting them up for failure a third time? Jim, that's just cruel, vato. And The Coven, with all their hype, wouldn't even lay a hand on us during that brawl so many weeks ago, and didn't get to at Invasion. If I were a gambling man, I'd say they still won't get to. Because despite all the hype surrounding you pendejos, you're nothing more than two guys and a bimbo playing dress-up. Now as for the two of you...
Eddie drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, standing up when he gets to the floor. He grabs Roode and hits him in the forehead with the part of the microphone he's speaking into, busting him open. He then low blows James Storm and whips him into the ring post, busting him open as well. Eddie resumes speaking.
Eddie Guerrero: The two of you should've never come back. When we went after you several weeks ago, it was for a reason, because you're a disease to this company, a disease that had to be contained and annihilated. And I thought we had done that until you came walking right through those doors as if nothing had happened. That's a slap in my face, ese', it says to the whole world that we're failures and what we're setting out to do is in vain! There simply isn't room enough for you and us in this company, so this time, you'd be wise to stay away. Pull out of the match at the pay-per-view, pull out of the match at the Supershow, and go right back to what you were doing, sitting on your asses doing nothing. Because if you don't, vatos, you'll be seeing us again, and it's going to be a lot worse than this.
"Coma White" begins to play as Eddie is joined by the other members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. and all three men make their way up the ramp. As the camera gets a close-up on them walking away, Honor returns to commercial.
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and I'm not goin' anywhere, brother!
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The fans cheer and rise to their feet as the music of the Honor General Manager begins to play. Jim Cornette makes his way out, looking rather irked. His music fades out as he raises his microphone to his mouth.
Jim Cornette: I tell ya what, I'm gettin' real pissed off with how hands on this damn job is! Now before the commercial break, we had another ruckus go on out here when Eddie Guerrero, R-Truth, and Jesse Ventura came through the crowd and put another uncalled for ass whippin' on Beer Money! Well I know you two think you're real tough with curin' diseases and shit, so here's a prescription for ya courtesy of Dr. Cornette. I oughta merge the tag title match and the contendership match and make you bastards run the gauntlet, but the New Age Outlaws have earned their shot so I'm not gonna do that. What I am] gonna do is this. October 27th, four days after Elimination Chamber and a week after the CWF Supershow, we're gonna have Thursday Night Honor again. On that night, you're going to be in a match against Beer Money. But it's not going to be any ol' match, since you sons a' bitches like to get your hands dirty and hit these boys with whatever you can get your hands on, tonight it was beer, it's gonna be in a Barroom Brawl. And if ya manage ta' keep yer titles, guess what, you'll be defendin' 'em, whether Beer Money wins their match or not. Enjoy the main event, folks.
Cornette's music begins to play again as he turns around and returns to the backstage.
Jim Ross: Well ladies and gentlemen, R.E.M.E.D.Y. certainly aren't doing themselves any favors lately.
Matt Striker: I'm beginning to wonder if they're setting these obstacles up for themselves intentionally, J.R.
Jim Ross: Well I certainly wouldn't put it past them, that's for sure. Coming up next is what's sure to be a hellish encounter as well, as the "Master of Macabre" Kevin Thorn takes on the "Big Red Monster" Kane!
Matt Striker: And in case you're wondering, it is non-title, although Kane could change that anytime he pleased.
Things pan over to Justin Roberts as the ring bell sounds.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your Honor maiiiiiin event! Introducing first...
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The fans in the arena are excited as "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven begins to play, cheering the nearing arrival of Kane and the fond sound of his former theme. Without any hesitation, the Big Red Machine makes his way from the back, where the fans are met with surprise on another matter.
The roof nearly came off of the place as they were witnessing the return of the true Monster. Kane walks up the steel steps, steps onto the apron and walks along it, then steps through the ropes and makes his way to the center of the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 323 pounds, he is the "Big Red Monster", Kaaaaane!
Kane raises his arms at his side into the air and drops them, sending fire shooting from all four turnbuckles simultaneously.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
Suddenly the lights go out and Kevin Thorn appears on the screen.
Kevin Thorn: Kane, Kane, Kane. It is you who disappoints me. Look at you, waiting for me to enter the mouth of hell because you think you would so easily be rid of me. And maybe you would, but we're never going to find that out, because I've been thinking about it all week, and this match between you and I, it isn't going to happen.
The crowd boos this intensely.
Kevin Thorn: It isn't going to happen because I have nothing to prove to you, I'm the CWF Champion. You can write me off as someone that does child's illusions and Halloween tricks, because you sound like a jealous infant when you do. My so-called pretending has gotten me this championship, while your "authentic Demonism" has gotten you nothing, which leads me to believe it's you that's pretending. I know I'm the one you want, Kane, but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. So now I get to watch as you're eaten alive by the fact that you have a golden opportunity in your hands that is now worthless because I have made it so you'll never have the chance to use it. But don't worry, I've found you a replacement.
The titantron screen goes black as the crowd in attendance and Kane all await the replacement.
Suddenly the crowd falls into darkness and a fiery ring appears at the side of the stage as a formerly famous theme plays over the PA system.
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'Blood' plays over the PA system as a shadowy figure rises up from behind a wall of fire on the stage. The figure walks over to the ramp and begins walking down it, as it is clearly seen the man is Gangrel.
Justin Roberts: From The Other Side of Darkness, weighing in at 250 pounds, Gangrel!
Gangrel enters the ring with his sunglasses and goblet of blood as he climbs onto the turnbuckle to spray it into the air. As this is happening, Kane grabs him by the back of the bottom of his shirt and pulls him down, Gangrel hitting the mat hard as he rolls over onto his face. The bell is sounded again.
DING DING!
Jim Ross: Well an impromptu match here between the Vampire Warrior and Kane.
Matt Striker: Rather disappointing but I can't say I don't understand Kevin Thorn's thinking.
Kane starts unloading on Gangrel with hard right after hard right, Gangrel's head rocking with the hits but his body remaining stationary. Gangrel grew sick of getting punched after a few hits as he smacked Kane's arm away and pushed him in the chest with both hands, sending him into the ropes. Gangrel went for a big boot but Kane sidestepped and he got hung up on the ropes, Kane taking advantage as he grabbed Gangrel by the hair and pulled him downward, slamming him against the mat and freeing his leg. Gangrel lay there holding his head in pain with both arms. Kane stomped on his body several times as Gangrel rolled across the mat trying to avoid but it was to no avail. Gangrel rolled directly under the bottom rope as Kane went for another stomp, but Gangrel pulled the rope in the way and Kane's foot bounced off as he staggered backward. Gangrel got onto the apron and leapt onto the top rope, launching himself at Kane but the Big Red Machine connected with a kick to the abdomen to stop it, Gangrel landing on his feet in a doubled over position as Kane goozled him and lifted him into the air, planting him with a chokeslam as he covered. The referee counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Kane!
As Kane looked down at what he had done to Gangrel, suddenly the lights went out. When they came back on, Kevin Thorn was behind him, Judas Mesias to his right and Ariel to his left. Kane ran over and caught Mesias with a big boot, knocking him over the top rope to the outside. Ariel ran up behind him and delivered a double axe handle to the upper back. Kane turned around, elbowing her in jaw as he turned to face her. Kane goozled Ariel as Thorn looked at him angrily from across the ring. Without remorse, Kane chokeslammed Ariel. After she made impact with the mat, Thorn ran over and began attacking Kane. Kane got past one of the punches Kevin was throwing and delivered a spinebuster. Kane turned to the ringside official as the crowd began to wildly cheer.
Jim Ross: By gawd, it's gonna happen!
Before Kane could motion for the cash-in, he was attacked by Brock Lesnar who slid into the ring and speared him to the mat. Kevin Thorn helped Brock as Judas Mesias, Ariel, and Gangrel rejoined the fray and it became a five-on-one assault. Suddenly the lights went out again.
Matt Striker: What is going on here?
The lights come back on and there's no one in the ring but Kane. The announcers are gone, the entire crowd is gone, all the other wrestlers are gone. The camera pans to the titantron screen, where an image is seen and zoomed in on as Honor fades to black.
CREDITS
Everything- Chris Dresden
CONFIRMED FOR ELIMINATION CHAMBER
CWF Tag Team Championship Number One Contendership
Elimination Chamber
Rockarella vs. Mr. T & Roddy Piper vs. Zack Ryder & Robbie E vs. Mattitude vs. The Coven vs. Beer Money
