The camera opens onto the top of the TD Garden roof, looking over the hoards of wrestling fans in single file creating a snake like line over half a mile long yet all crammed into a zig zag line waiting to get into the arena, waiting to be treated to the blockbuster action imminent at the UWF Survivor Series. A voice can be heard on the roof.[/I]
Jeff Hardy: Patience…. Patience is needed literally everywhere. Those people down there are showing patience. Whilst they were all waiting for their breakfast to cook or the water to boil for their tea, for the water to run to take a bath…. Waiting for a train to get them to work. The little things…. It is all patience. If only that was the end of it.
The camera turns to show Hardy on the roof.
If you had to fill in a survey on Jeff Hardy, patience would not be one of things that would show up on most people’s analysis. I've never been the type of guy to wait in line, and accept the pace of life. I’m a pace-pusher, and for all of my failures because of it, my successes through it outweigh the negatives I feel. Throughout my career instead of waiting for things to come to me, I've taken risks, pushed myself to challenge at the top levels maybe too early some times, but it has paid off for me. I am a multi time world champion and a multi time tag team champion. The belts I have held, are not because I have taken a back seat and waited for name to be called out. I’d be pushing my way through the line to make sure I can get to the front as quick as I can. But, I joined UWF and I found it more difficult to be able to do that.
I have clawed my way to the top here, and I sit here pondering my first true chance of becoming the World champion here and it’s a more satisfying feeling than I have ever felt before in this position, because more than any other time, I truly feel that I deserve to be where I am right now.. Six months I have been knocking on the door, and it has been locked shut, padlocked, bolted down and cemented over. But I have used the proverbial tools to take that door down myself. The cement is crumbled. The bolt is been cut through and the padlock has been picked. Then during my ladder match for the contender-ship, I kicked that door down and the hinges flew in the air. Now, there is nothing in my way, I have my chance here and now. No better chance. No excuses.
Yet; All I can do right now…. Is wait. By the time I get my chance to give Edge and John Cena the true test that they never wanted to come up against, other men will defend their championships, some will fail to do so, and some will pick new championships. Some men will really put their differences up against each other just for the supremacy between each other. By the time I fight to become world champion my boss may have changed. I hope not, but that is not in my hands… it’s in ten others hands. And if Wolfe is outed tonight…. I hope that the month Your Enlightened Saviors are in charge….. I hope they are ready for a World Heavyweight Enigma. An Extreme World Heavyweight Enigma….
An Extreme World Heavyweight Champion.
The camera fades.
And Now....UWF
RAW,
SMACKDOWN! and
NXT Proudly Present...Survivor Series!
Official Theme Song-Numb by Linkin Park
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"The pyro explodes the cameras cut all throughout the TD Garden Bankworth to the live image of UWF fans cheering their heads off for what is about to transpire. All sort of signs are read from "I love John Morrison" to "The Champ is Here" and lastly "Finally...". The fans are obvious excited for Survivor Series and they have a huge reason to be. After all this transpires, the cameras cut to our first announce team, Michael Cole and Jerry "The King" Lawler.
Michael Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Survivor Series. I am Michael Cole and as always sitting next to me is my broadcast partner, Jerry "The King" Lawler. King, tonight RAW has a stacked card. And it is highlighted by our main event; Cody Rhodes will defend the UWF Championship aganist the undefeated John Morrison. What are your predictions for that match?
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Cole, honestly I don't know. Morrison and Rhodes are the two hottest commodities RAW has today. It will be interesting without a doubt to see what transpires in this match.
Cole: But that's not all we have. Tonight, we will also see "The Cowboy" James Storm defend his best friend's honor in what's sure to be a hard-hitting contest aganist Christian.
King: I can't wait to see that Cole, but for now, let's toss it over to our friends from Friday nights; Good Ol' JR Jim Ross and "Rowdy" Roddy Piper!
Jim Ross: Thank you King. Welcome Ladies and Gents. Yes tonight, RAW may have a strong card, but Smackdown will most certainly steal the show. We may not have a lot of matches Hot Rod, but they big matchs without a doubt.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: That's right Ross! The real Main Event is the pink ranger John Cena defending the World Heavyweight Championship aganist the pill popper Jeff Hardy and the live sex star Edge!
JR: That's going to be a Slobberknocker for sure! But we also have the traditional five on five Elimination matchup between Team Y.E.S and Team Desmond Wolfe!
Piper: A match like that makes me wish I was still wrestling Ross. Let's not forget the extra stipulation to that match. If Y.E.S. wins, they control Smackdown for a month, but if Team Wolfe wins; then Y.E.S is no more.
Ross: Big stakes for in that match up. But for now, let's go over to our Monday Night counterparts, Joey Styles and the "Human Suplex Machine" Tazz!
Joey Styles: Thank You Jim! And yes ladies and gents, NXT is back on Pay-Per-View. And tonight, we have the red hot Bully Ray challenging Randy Orton for the NXT World Heavyweight Championship.
Tazz: What a match that's going to be Joey. But how about finding who's next in line for an NXT World Title match as The Miz faces the "Heir of Perfection" in Michael McGuillicutty?
Styles: That match may be Awesome!
Tazz: Or Perfect!
Styles: Either way, we will also see the personal issues between Johnny Curtis and Brock Lesnar come to a head. Just a few weeks back, Lesanr attacked both Johnny Curtis' partner Derrick Bateman and Curtis' girlfriend Maxine. Now Curtis is on a mission to avenge them.
Tazz: That's going to be a slugfest Joey. But let's get this bad boy started; what do you say....
And after the introductions, we head to the ring for our first contest.
Justin Roberts: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWF Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 265 pounds; "Big Poppa Pump" Scott Steiner!
Out of the silence comes the wail of the siren...
Holla! If Ya Hear Me!
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The arena is covered in a red hue as the music of Scott Steiner plays through the PA system. From behind the curtain, emerges the man with the largest arms in the world. Steiner is wearing his chain mail hood, sunglasses and ring gear as he stands out on the stage. Steiner flexes both of his massive biceps, and yells out at the crowd
"It's the Big Bad Booty Daddy, BITCH!"
Scott starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring without Petey Williams or Rhaka Khan. Scott continues to walk down the ramp and when he reaches the bottom, he flexes right in front of the camera and kisses his bicep, before shoving the camera man out of the way. Steiner stomps up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle rope. Steiner patiently waits for his opponent.
Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from the City of Angels, weighing in at 227 pounds; he is the UWF Hardcore Champion, "The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels.
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"Wings of A Fallen Angel" starts playing and out walks Christopher Daniels. The fans quite don't know how to react as Daniels looks out at them. Daniels poses one more time before making his way down the ramp. Daniels reaches the end of the ramp and walks up the steps and onto the ring apron where he poses one more time.
Daniels enters the ring and waits for his opponent.
The bell rings and the Hardcore Championship match is underway. In traditional Scott Steiner fashion, he poses and flexes his muscles in direction of the Hardcore Champion, Christopher Daniels. Daniels doesn’t take too kindly to this and goes right up to Steiner and slaps him in the face…
Cole: And that’ll cause Scott Steiner to focus on the task at hand!
Daniels almost slaps the taste out of Steiner’s mouth. Steiner’s head turns in the opposite direction after Daniels knocked him silly. Steiner turns his head back to Daniels, who immediately leaves his feet and delivers a standing dropkick directly to Steiner’s face. This sends Steiner to the mat and Daniels goes for the first cover of the match…
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2…
Steiner kicks out!
After Steiner kicks out, he rolls under the bottom rope, and to the outside. Obviously, Steiner needs a powder break. Steiner takes a second to regroup and shake off the effects off the surprise offense from Christopher Daniels. As he attempts to get into the ring, Scott Steiner is again surprised as Christopher Daniels planchas over the top rope and lands on top of him. The crowd cheers as Daniels takes Steiner again. Daniels remains on top of Steiner as the referee slides out of the ring and counts Steiner’s shoulders down on the outside…
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Cole: Falls Count Anywhere!
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Steiner kicks out!
As Steiner kicks out, Daniels grabs him by the neck and lifts him to his feet. Daniels then grabs Steiner’s head and throws him face first onto the nearby announce table…
King: Hey!
Cole: I’m getting out of here!
Daniels grabs Steiner’s head and attempts to throw him into the table again, but blocks it and throws Daniels face first onto the table instead. The Hardcore Champion’s skull bounces off the table as Steiner grabs his head and quickly throws Daniels back first into the steel steps. The steps barely move as Daniels crashes hard against him and Steiner goes for a cover…
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Daniels kicks out!
As Daniels kicks out, Scott Steiner goes and looks under the ring skirt. He searches as the Champion lies on the arena floor and the Challenger soon pulls out a kendo stick…
Cole: And it looks like business is about to pick up!
King: What did I tell you about stealing JR’s lines!?
By the time Steiner pulls the Kendo stick out, Christopher Daniels has rolled back into the ring. The Champion lies on the mat as Steiner reenters the rig as well. Steiner stands tall over Daniels before lifting the Kendo stick over his head and bringing it down onto Daniels’ ribs. The fallen Angel cries in agony and rolls onto his stomach, which doesn’t hinder Steiner. He lifts the Kendo stick again and brings it down this time onto Daniels’ back. Daniels yells again as Steiner drops down, turning Daniels over and covering him again…
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Daniels kicks out again!
Steiner mutters a few obscenities to Daniels as the Challenger gets up off the Champion. Steiner goes over towards the far corner of the ring and patiently waits for Daniels to get to his feet. The resilient Hardcore Champion pushes himself to his feet and Steiner charges right out of the corner, looking for a clothesline. But before Steiner can connect, Daniels ducks under and performs a backwards kick, hitting Steiner directly in the face…
Cole: Pele! A move by made famous by AJ Styles!
After hitting the Pele, Daniels goes for a cover...
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Steiner kicks out!
King: And if AJ Styles’ move couldn’t beat Steiner, what can?
After Steiner kicks out, Christopher Daniels watches as the Big Bad Booty Daddy pushes himself to his feet. Daniels immediately hooks both of Steiner’s arms and hoists him off the canvas, performing his Angel’s Wings finishing move.
Cole: Angel’s Wings!
Daniels wastes no time turning Steiner over and going for a cover…
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2...
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Justin Roberts: The winner of this match and Still UWF Hardcore Champion; Christopher Daniels!
The camera feed is taken to the back where we first hear Curt Hawkins, then see him walking down a hall.
Curt Hawkins: Reks! Hey Reks! Where you at man? Here boy!
Curt is yelling out Tyler Rek's name, looking all around for him. He bumps into Matt Striker.
Curt Hawkins: Oh, good, Matt. Hey, have you seen Reks anywhere? I mean, its Survivor Series and I can't find him. I figured if I could get him maybe the GM will put us in a tag match or something.
Matt Striker: No, sorry. I haven't seen him in a while.
Curt Hawkins: Me too...thanks anyways.
Curt Hawkins continues down the hall calling out Tyler's name.
Curt Hawkins: Yo Reks! Come on, this isn't funny anymore. I haven't seen you in weeks. I swear, he's like a dog. Take your eyes off him ONCE and you can't find him any where. Here boy! I got some food for you.
Curt whistles a few times before turning a corner and seeing an open door. He decides to walk into the room where he finds Tyler Rek's - his back turned to Curt.
Curt Hawkins: Reks? Hey Tyler! I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?
Reks turns around and his holding a half gallon of milk. Half of it has already been drank.
Tyler Reks: You sent me to get milk...I got the milk.
Curt Hawkins: That was TWO WEEKS AGO! And it's already half gone!
Tyler Reks: Still tastes good.
Curt Hawkins: You are unbelievable.
Tyler Reks: Hey! Don't get all mad at me! You're the one that lost your return match.
Curt Hawkins: So? I lost. It was practically two against one. Where were you during that to help me?
Tyler Reks: I was getting the milk!
Curt gives Tyler a death stare.
Curt Hawkins: Whatever. Come on, we got to go see if we can get on the card.
Tyler Reks: Wait, you want to wrestle? Tonight? I'm not really ready.
Curt Hawkins:
What do you mean?
Tyler Reks: I haven't wrestled in a while, and well...milk kinda makes me gassy..
Curt Hawkins: Forget about it! I'll just carry the match. Like I normally do anyways.
Curt Hawkins walks off.
Curt Hawkins: Come on!
Tyler stands there alone for a second.
Tyler Reks: Carry...what's that suppose to mean! You can't even carry me if you tried!
Tyler runs after Curt and they are heard bickering down the hall.
Curt Hawkins: It's an expression you stupid caveman.
Tyler Reks: You don't have to be hurtful...
The camera feed is taken away.
Johnny Curtis and Maxine are seen backstage standing close to one another before Derrick Bateman comes into frame.
Derrick Bateman
Guess who!
Johnny Curtis
Well if my eyes don’t deceive me, you really are Batman aren't you?
Well you've never seen us to in the same room right? That poor excuse for Bane did all he could to take me out but I'm back now. Nice job with Sheamus by the way. I've never seen someone act so cowardly before. You must have really got to him. I wasn't able to watch TV from the hospital bed but I assume you showed him that thing you do with your leg muscles right?
Maxine
Wait how does he know that?
No that's not what he's talking about baby.
Okay good. Last thing I want to know is that you two do more than hang out.
Wait, did I miss something? Are you two... No way! Does everyone know yet?
Anyone who needs to know which is everyone because there's no stopping us. No one will ever come between us now. Once everyone sees what I can do to Brock Lesner, no one will mess with us. He's so afraid of me he is already delusional. He thinks Kane is still in our match. I'll make an example out of him and everyone will know they may suffer the same fate.
Dean Ambrose
And what fate would that be?
Dean Ambrose emerges from the shadows.
To go on and achieve a much higher success than either of you could ever dream of? Oh my what a horrible fate. This is a three hour show and I can't believe they've regulated time to you losers. Who cares! No one likes you three. You're all idiots! I've never been perceived as a smart person but you three make me look like a natural Jean Lou Picard.
Nice reference!
Shut the hell up!
No you shut up! Who the hell do you think you are? I am the top image consul-
And you're the worst! You haven't done a damn thing. If you brought back the Women's division we would have heard all about it but you didn't even make the cut as a wrestler. You want to know who I am? I'm the man legends are made from. I'm the man who is a former two time World Heavyweight Champion. I'm the man who is going to be the soul survivor in one of the main events. I'm the man whose going to be the first person in history to become a 3 time World Heavyweight Champion. You'd be lucky to even think about getting in the ring with me. And don't think I won't hit a girl. I laid out Velvet Sky on a steel chair at the last PPV.
Johnny stick up for me!
I think it's best if we just sit this one out.
Johnny!
Listen to your little boy toy there girl. I'm not a man to be messed with. You go ahead and cheer this guy in his match against Brock Lesner. It's cute that you find him such a threat. If you want to see a real man fight, stay tuned.
Dean Ambrose walks away from the trio as they stay behind, flabbergasted at what just transpired.
Styles: Well, up next ladies and gentlemen we may be in for a bit of a mauling. Brock Lesnar, the former Ultimate Fighter will go toe-to-toe with the lovable goof-ball Johnny Curtis... I don't like this.
Tazz: I love it!, we're gonna see what Curtis is made of, and just what Brock Lesnar really is capable of... and speaking of Lesnar... here comes the pain!
Brock Lesnar comes out of the backstage. People boo him very loud. He smiles and then he spreads his arms. The theme song plays and Brock is walking down the ramp.. He seems to be... amused. Brock does his usual warm up, jog on the spot routine before leaping up onto the ring apron as pyro shoots out from all four ring corners. Brock then steps between the ropes into the ring, ready for the match.
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 275 pounds, 'The Beast' Brock Lesnar!.
Johnny Curtis’s music as the crowd cheers for the cocky yet brash superstar. He stops at the top of the stage and gives a very loud yell. He continues to walk down the ramp and pushes his fingers through his hair. He walks over to a woman by the barricade and gently caresses her face. The two smile at each other before he rushes over to the ring and slides into it going face to face with his opponent.
Christy Hemme: And his opponent, from Westbrook, Maine, weighing in at 240 pounds, Johnny Curtis!.
The bell sounds and immediately Curtis goes for a takedown on Brock, rather foolishly, Brock stuffs the takedown and begins to fire in shots to the side of Curtis' head before reaching around and wrapping his long arms around the waist of Curtis before lifting up off the mat and into the air in a Gutwrench motion, however Curtis manages to twist his way out of the hold behind Brock and wraps his arms around Brock's waist, however Brock just grabs his hands and pulls them apart before turning and charging Curtis into the ring corner. This is where Brock just terrorizes Curtis with shoulder thrusts in the corner before mauling him with clenched fists into the gut. The referee has to step in and pull Lesnar and Curtis apart. Brock uses up his five count before stepping backwards, laughing as he does so. The referee checks on the fallen Curtis who is holding at his ribs, injured. The referee asks him if he wants to forfeit, Johnny Curtis shakes his head and shouts 'NO!' before getting back to his feet and charging at Lesnar who had his back turned gloating to the crowd, clubbing Lesnar over the head with a leaping clothesline.
Styles: Brock Lesnar just brutalized Curtis in the corner there, but the kid has no quit in him it seems!.
Tazz: I don't no if he's really dumb... or just really stupid!.
Curtis has Brock now in the corner just firing wild shots at his head, Brock pushes him away and goes for a takedown, but kicks his legs out and drops down to the mat with Brock much like Brock had done with Curtis' takedown attempt. Curtis however locks in a Front-Facelock before firing in the knees to the temple. Brock rolls over onto his back and pushes up with his legs and forces the break. Both men are now on their feet, Curtis charges Lesnar again and this time Spears him clean through the middle rope down to the outside. Both men crash down to the outside. Curtis rolls off of Brock, holding at his ribs. Brock is first up despite taking the brunt of the impact and he regains his composure before running at Curtis again, however Curtis drops down with a Low Dropkick to the knee and causes Brock to fall facedown into the Steel Ringsteps. Brock now fallen is now subjected to another barrage of wild shots from Curtis. Curtis then starts to bite and claw at the top of Brock's head and forehead.
Styles: Johnny Curtis has snapped, Brock took out his teammates and now he's making him pay.
Tazz: Y'know, I forgot this guy had a meanstreak... he was trained by Killer Kowalski y'know, and now you can see that comin' outta him... and onto Brock!.
Brock is now bleeding from the top of the head as Curtis takes a step back and plants his boot right onto the head of Brock, who's head was against the ring steps. Curtis drags Brock and rolls him into the ring. Like a man possessed Curtis wastes no time or movement in moving up to the top rope, however the freakish Lesnar is already on his feet and is making a run for the corner, Curtis however is not phased by this and leaps off regardless catching Lesnar with a Flying Clothesline knocking Lesnar down to the mat below. Curtis gets on Brock for the cover.
1...
Brock powers out at the count of one, throwing Curtis away off of his chest. Curtis looks at Brock, almost afraid, he wastes no time however leaping onto Brock as he gets up in the corner, but Brock simply plants a big right hand onto the jaw of Curtis dropping him down to the mat below. Curtis instinctively rolls down to the outside however away from the possibility of a mauling from the now enraged Brock Lesnar. Brock shakes the cobwebs off, he looks around for Curtis and sees him on the outside, on his hands and knees, Curtis seems groggy from the jaw-jacking hook from the former MMA fighter. Brock makes his way down the ring steps, now stalking his hurt prey.
Styles: Things don't look so good for Curtis now after that blatant punch to the face. I know the referee usually lets things like that go, but not every person on the roster is a former Ultimate Fighter are they?.
Tazz: True that Joey, I'd imagine getting punched off of Brock Lesnar is like getting hit in the face by a car!.
Lesnar walks over to Curtis and grabs him by the head and drags him onto his feet before tossing him with into the outside ring apron. The ribs and mid-section of Johnny Curtis crashing into the solid wood base of the ring with great force. Brock wastes no time in grabbing Curtis and lifting him up into a Bearhug down on the outside, Brock charges Curtis now into the ring again, yet again focusing on the mid-section of Curtis. Brock then lifts Curtis up into the air in a Military Press before tossing him up over the top rope into the ring with freakish strength. Brock slides into the ring himself and he grabs Curtis, lifting him up onto his feet before wrapping his arms around his waist and tossing him up over his head with a Belly to Belly Throw. Curtis crawls into the corner, sitting facing outward at Brock who looks down at him, blood on his face, laughing at his opponent. He takes the blood and tastes it, he nods his head and laughs before running at Curtis and smashing him on the side of the head with a Running Knee Strike. Curtis looks completely out of the game by this stage.
Tazz: Well... thanks for comin' Curtis, but I believe that you are about to recieve... 'The Pain'.
Brock drops down in front of Curtis onto his knees. He edges towards Curtis still laughing, he then screams into Curtis' face 'you wanna make me bleed?!, huh?!... well that makes two of us!'. Brock then starts relentlessly hammer-fisting the face of Curtis until his face becomes a crimson mask. The referee is forced to pull Lesnar off of Curtis. Lesnar quickly returns to the attack however and the referee is forced to reprimand him again, warning him he will disqualify him if he breaks the rules again. Lesnar swaggers away when suddenly as the referee checks on Curtis, Derrick Bateman jumps the guard and rushes the ring, Maxine comes over the barricade on the side in which the referee is situated. Maxine comes over to check on the bloodied and bruised Curtis as Bateman dives over the top rope onto Brock Lesnar. Bateman goes wild, punching Lesnar over the head several times before getting up and kicking Lesnar in the face violently, we're seeing a new side to the usually jovial Bateman as he tries to save his friend. However it is all in vain as Lesnar gets up and immediately lifts Bateman into the air before dropping him with an F-5!.
Styles: F-5!, F-5! to Bateman!.
Tazz: What was he thinking attacking Brock Lesnar!?... it's freakin' Brock Lesnar!
The referee rushes over hearing the impact and makes sure Bateman is gone from the ring as Lesnar shakes the cobwebs off. Maxine however passes something to Curtis as the referee walks away. Curtis looks to his hands and sees the brass knuckles. He nods at Maxine. Brock Lesnar enraged signals it's time to finish the match. He walks over to grab at Curtis and grabs him with both hands on each side of the head, the referee is unable to see Curtis due to the general girth of Lesnar's body. This allows Curtis to just smash Lesnar with a shot to the head with the Brass Knuckles. Lesnar dropping straight back onto his back. Curtis gets ride of the knuckle dusters and heads to the top rope. Dripping in blood, Curtis wipes it from his head, wipes it across his chest and with a madman look in his eyes he leaps off the top rope and brings the big leg down across the throat of Lesnar with the Maine Jam!. Curtis covers the clearly unconcious Lesnar.
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2...
...3!
Winner: Johnny Curtis!.
Curtis falls down out of the ring and tends to Bateman with Maxine. Bateman eventually gets back to his feet and all three of them celebrate Johnny's victory over Brock Lesnar who still lies knocked out in the ring, blood running from his crown and forehead.
The scene opens on the resident Internet Champion and “Long Island Iced Z†Zack Ryder facing the camera. The fans erupt as he comes onto screen. He pauses a few moments before going on.
Zack Ryder: I know a lot of you expect me to be my happy-go-lucky self but I'm not. I doubt I ever will be again. You know, I thought JBL was a terrible general manager but that was all until Sting became the interim general manager. At least JBL was good enough to give me opportunities to prove that I can be the leader of NXT. Sting, on the other hand, well let's just say things are vastly different around here than when they were a few weeks ago. I was on top of the world, heading upwards into the stratosphere, beating Brock Lesnar with my eyes closed and now, I can't even get through R-Truth? Are You Serious, Bro? The guy who talks to an imaginary little boy? The guy who claims not to be the “GOOOOOOD R-Truth� Let me let you in on something, Ron: You were never any good. I've let Sting get into my head and psyche me out. And now I'm stuck in this NXTreme Championship contenders match.....
Zack looks around in disbelief but then he realizes something and a look of epiphany comes over his face.
Zack Ryder: But, if I when this match and Sting wins his, then that means......That means, Sting, that you and I get to go one-on-one in the middle of this ring and if we do, I promise to do to you just like I plan on doing to Seth Rollins, R-Truth and CM Punk tonight: I'm gonna Fist...Pump....Their Faces and when it's all said and done, I'll be turning a negative into a positive. I'm gonna be the NXTreme Champion.....and then I'll go on to become NXT Champion. And then, no one will have a choice but to acknowledge Zack Ryder and his Ryder Revolution. Zack Pack, I need you guys tonight. I need you in my corner, cheering me on, giving me strength because I refuse to be cast aside anymore. This is my time to shine. This is our moment. The Ryder Revolution will keep on rolling and it won't stop until it takes over NXT....and then the entire UWF.....and all of that starts tonight. WOO WOO WOO! YOU KNOW IT!
Zack smiles into the camera as the crowd goes crazy. We then fade to black.
The titantron lights up and people almost immediately turn their heads to the titantron. We can see a dark silhouette.
???: THIS...IS...THE END!
Man in a mask takes a step forward and we can see it
Abyss:
This...is...the end. I have been a part of this company for a short amount of time but as of late it seems like that my powers are not big enough...big enough to make myself get what I want, the NXT World Championship. Do not get me wrong, I would never question my ability because that is untouchable. What I question is Sting's mentality. Last week I have beaten a man who could not be stopped by many others, Bully Ray. I came out to the ring and I dominated Bully Ray. DOMINATED! No other man was able to do it before, only I had what it takes. Now, let me analyze everything that has happened to me.
Since I came here, I was labeled as the one to become the NXT World Champion but somehow, I got placed into an nXtreme Championship match which I had absolutely no interest in winning so I moved on. I moved on to the Gold Rush Tournament where I defeated three other men to become the number one contender to the NXT World Champion. I had everything going in my direction but most importantly, I had the power going in my direction...going straight to me. But then, I tripped and I lost to Randy Orton at King of The Ring. I was never lower on myself than that night. But I did not lose because I do not have the ability to beat Randy Orton. I lost because higher powers thought I still have time...I still have time before I take over NXT. THEY WERE WRONG! I would be standing here tonight as the NXT World Heavyweight Champion if they would not have made that one mistake of thinking I am not ready to take over.
As time passed by, I got over it and I focused my mind and improving. But now, I do realize that I cannot improve. I found out that I cannot improve because I already reached the level that nobody will ever reach. But again...higher powers do not think that way. Unfortunately, the control everything and I cannot stand against them. So I kept on beating people. That leads me to my point. I have defeated Rhino. The man who is in the hunt for the nXtreme championship. I SHOULD BE WRESTLING STING TONIGHT FOR THE NXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP, NOT HIM! I have defeated him fair and square and that makes ME the number one contender but no, Sting did not name me the number one contender because he knows that if he would do that, I would take his nXtreme championship with me. But this is not what makes me angry...
What makes me angry is the fact that I not only defeated Rhino but I also DOMINATED Bully Ray. The number one contender to the NXT World Championship. By beating him, made ME the number one contender to that championship. But again, Sting did not allow me to face Randy Orton one more time because he knows that if I would have the NXT Championship in my posession, he would be cut as the interim general manager...BY MYSELF! That is right...I should be both the nXtreme champion and the NXT World champion at the same time. But without getting a chance, it is impossible for me to do it. I now realize that without the chance, nobody can do it, not even me. So I decided to move out of this company because it cannot be saved...this company is destined to burn down and I do not want to be around when that happens. Abyss....IS OUT!
Fade.
Christy Hemme: The following contest is set for one fall!
“GONG… GONG!â€
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The entire arena gets covered in red hue. A guitar riff is still playing when out comes the former number one contender for Orton's championship. Abyss walks through the curtain with a steel chain wrapped around his neck. Abyss is just standing on the stage as he looks into the crowd. He then begins walking down the ramp with his hands extended and flames cover the entrance ramp. Abyss smiles and enters the ring as he prepares for his match.
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from parts unkown, “The Monster†Abyss!
NEW
YAWK
GROOVE!
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The crowd erupts as the
Brooklyn Brawler comes out, in his usual upbeat demeanour. With Szantyr by his side, Brawler makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring and prepares for his match.
Abyss and Brawler lock up, each man pushing the other. After neither man seems to budge an inch, Abyss connects with the abdomen of his opponent with a high knee, hooks the head, and hoists him overhead and to the mat quickly with a snap vertical suplex. Brawler is in a sitting position rising to a standing one as he holds his back, the agony clear in his face. He gets to a vertical base and turns around, only to eat a stiff right to the face that sends him into the corner.
Abyss charges and sandwiches him, then backs away as he falls forward, only for Abyss to knee him in the face and knock him back to a vertical base in the corner. Abyss grabs Brawler by both sides of the neck and turns, hurling him out of the corner and releasing him at the height of the throw, letting Brawler crash to the mat on his side and back. The "Monster" charged again, nearly taking his opponent's head off with a kick to the jaw that layed the Brawler out.
Brawler rolled over onto his stomach, placing his arms beneath him and resting on his elbows as Abyss rained down on him with punches and stomps. Brawler placed his hands flat on the mat and pushed up, climbing to his feet as Abyss continued to deal out the blows. Brawler got to his feet and Abyss threw a punch but Brawler blocked it and threw a punch of his own, then Abyss attempted a punch again but the same thing happened with Brawler connecting with another punch of his own. Brawler delivered a big boot, knocking Abyss to the mat. Brawler ran into the ropes and came off, looking for the swinging neckbreaker but Abyss sprung up from the mat and reversed the attempt into the Black Hole Slam. Abyss covered.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner, Abyss!
UWF Survivor Series is under way. We just came back from a commercial. People are waiting for yet another match to take place when all of a sudden the titantron lights up. Weird pictures are being presented. They are extremely bright. After a while, they stop and a beautiful picture of lightning starts playing when....
LIGHTS OUT!
Lights in the arena go off. They are off for a while and you can already hear some people screaming. After a while, lights begin to light once again and the whole arena gets covered in purple hue. Lights Out by Hollywood Undead blasts through the arena speakers. People jump up to their feet and they begin to cheer. The roof almost came off the arena! The song is playing for a while when here comes....
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Michael Cole: Austin Aries! Austin Aries! Austin Aries!
Jerry Lawler: Cole, can you believe it?! It's Austin Aries!
Austin Aries slowly walks through the curtain like nothing is happening. He is wearing a blazer and he's got his sunglasses on as we remember. Aries starts walking down the entrance ramp. When he is in the middle of it, a big „LIGHTS OUT“ scream is heard and pyros exlode. Aries continues on his way to the ring with his hands in the air. When Aries is in front of the ring, he climbs the ring-steps and enters the ring. Aries climbs the turnbuckle and puts his hands in the air, causing people to cheer even more. Aries has a huge smile across his face. He then jumps off the turnbuckle and asks for a mic and is granted one from a UWF announcer. Aries' theme stops playing. He stands in the ring with a mic in his hand and listens to people as they still go crazy. He then raises the mic to his mouth.
"The Greatest Man That Ever Lived", Austin Aries:
Did you miss me or what?
People cheer even more.
A DOUBLE IS BACK! I don't know if you missed me but I sure as hell missed all of you, folks! You might think that I was just sitting on my couch at Minneapolis, I was watching UWF RAW and I said to myself: "Hell, I'm coming back." Everybody who returns after a while says that but that's not exactly why I decided to come back. See, the fact that I wasn't in UWF anymore doesn't mean that I retired from the wrestling business. If any of you thought that then you don't know who Austin Aries is. Austin Aries IS wrestling. I kept on wrestling. Yea, I kept on wrestling. I traveled all around USA, I've been in Japan, Mexico, Germany and many more. I'm not the kinda man that just sits at home and does nothing. I like to keep myself busy. I didn't become the Greatest Man That Ever Lived, the only man to win the Ring Of Honor World Championship two times, the longest reigning X Division Champion by being a lazy nobody. I worked my ass off my entire life and after I got banned from UWF, I did the exact same thing. Won titles, wrestled five star matches.
Aries makes a short pause.
Back to where I started...Why did I come back? Once upon a time...I was on a plane, traveling all the way back to Minneapolis and then it hit me...Why am I doing this? Why am I traveling the entire world to wrestle when I have a place where people want me to stay at? It didn't make any sense. I could already feed it. Few days later, I got this phone call. They told me Teddy Long is not in charge anymore. Day after that I got a phone call from Vince McMahon himself. Vince told me he's got a spot for A Double in UWF. I hung up the phone and the next day, I was in Vince's office negotiating my new contract. Few weeks after that, I stand right here in a UWF ring and as far as I'm concerned, A Double is not going anywhere.
A huge "Austin Aries" chant breaks down.
Shhh, Shhh...I know what my name is. Now...Let's get down to business. Since I was away a lot has changed around here. We've got a new brand around here. A lot of talented superstars over there, I have to admit. They have Randy Orton as the NXT Champ. Well, I'm gonna skip that one because I don't wanna hold this show hostage. Then...when I left, Stone Cold was the UWF Champion and hell, he made a good one. Holding the UWF Championship for 120 days? Take away the 0 and you have the number of days I held it for. For 120 days nobody could take the belt away from Austin but at Clash of Champions, Cody Rhodes finally did it. He didn't do it the right way but if there's somebody who knows that doing things the right way gets you nowhere then it's me. Since the very beginning, Rhodes wanted to have that UWF Title in his posession. It was a long journey but he did it. Rhodes being the UWF Champion I have to mention one thing that shouldn't be forgotten. There is one guy around here who didn't get what he deserves. Remember? Austin Aries never got his Undisputed Title rematch...
UWF faithful is left shocked. Austin Aries now turns really serious.
That's right. I never got my rematch after I lost the title to Stone Cold. I decided to take my time and get my rematch when it would be the perfect time to do it. Not like I wasn't ready. Austin Aries was born ready. Those were just my mind games I was playing with Stone Cold but when it comes to mind games and Cody Rhodes I know it won't work so I'm telling you right ahead. Cody, it doesn't matter what time, what place...Vince guaranteed me an Undisputed Title rematch so sooner or later, I'm going to put my hands on you and I will get my Undisputed Title back. Clock is ticking and your time is about to run out. See, Cody...you're not the only one who wanted that UWF Title since the very beginning. I worked hard for it...I really did and the hard work payed off. I became the third UWF Undisputed Champion in history and it must be eating your mind...the fact that I did it before you must be eating your mind so severly. Now here is what is eating my mind. Everybody knows that I had the shortest UWF Title reign...that is what is stuck in my head. Sure, I had a World Title reign and most men would kill for it but I am not satisfied with it...I am not satisfied with the fact that I might go down in history as the shortest reigning UWF Champion of all time...No, I won't live with that...I can't live with that. Being the Greatest Man That Ever lived is about more. So now I'm officially putting one goal to my 'to do list' and that is to be the first man to be a two time UWF Undisputed Champion. This is not about me cementing my legacy because I already did that. This is about me getting what I want and everybody in this arena knows that when Austin
Aries wants something...he gets it.
Although that this is Aries' return to UWF he is not about having a good time with his fans, when people look at Aries they can tell he is all about business.
It doesn't mater if it will take me one match, two matches, three matches against you...I won't give up until I get what I want. You think you are smart Cody? You think you are strong? You think you are a good wrestler? Think again because there is nobody and I mean nobody that can out-smart me...that can out-fight me...that can out-wrestle me. Nobody will ever deny that. What I am trying to say is that it doesn't matter if you are going to defeat me because at the end of a day I am one level above you, Cody...I am one level above everybody's level and that means I will sooner or later beat you and once again become the Undisputed Champion. Mark my words....
Austin Aries puts on an arogant smirk.
To end this, I have a lilttle messege for everybody in the back, watching this...Watch out because A Double is back in the game which means that for every single one of you...it's LIGHTS OUT!
Just before lights go out and Aries is able to leave the ring, he gets interrupted by Sting's theme song.
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The crowd erupts into boos as the NXTreme Champion and Interim General Manager makes his way out, to the surprise of Austin Aries and many in the arena. Sting makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, removing a microphone from his trenchcoat as he looks across the ring at Aries. "No Reflection" fades out to silence as Sting raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
Sting: Since you seem to only be familiar with the happenings involving the Tuesday night product, allow me to bring you up to speed and introduce myself. Several months ago, the man that portrayed the character Sting for so many years, Steve Borden, wrestled his final match right here in UWF. It was a Championship Scramble to determine the very first Extreme Champion and it involved himself, Sheamus, R-Truth, Abyss, and Bully Ray. After competing in that match, which he lost by the way, Steve Borden passed away and with him died the "Icon", the "Stinger", the "Insane Icon", and everything that was left of his World Championship Wrestling and Total Nonstop Action careers. But the reality of the matter is Sting means far too much to the world of professional wrestling to just die off, so much like you see legendary bands continue with line-up changes, I decided that the dimension of the character Sting that resonated with me the most would be the one I would keep alive. So I put on the infamous wrestling attire; I slipped on the gloves, I put on the trenchcoat, I laced up the boots, began carrying around the bat, and applied the red and black face paint.
I am the new Sting. I can illicit responses that Steve never could because I can do things inside of this ring that he never could and my verbal prowess on this microphone is on a level he never could have hung on. I am your NXT Extreme, or NXTreme, Champion and I have been since the twenty-eighth of October and will continue to be after tonight. And while Bradshaw is away tending to family business, I am the General Manager of NXT, which means that I make every decision that has to do with this brand. Now that we've met, let me get to why I came out here. As General Manager of NXT, I have to do what is best for NXT, especially when the brand is currently suffering from a poor work ethic in many of our talent or entire lack thereof. Which is why Vince and I had a conversation this week, a conversation that resulted in another discussion with D'Angelo Dinero and Desmond Wolfe, conversations that went very well as it pertains to me doing what is best for this brand.
Sorry to burst your bubble, Aries but you're not getting that Undisputed Title rematch anytime soon because you are the newest member of the NXT roster!
Scene fades away to yet another commercial as Austin Aries leans over the ropes and screams:
"YOU CANNOT DO THAT!"
We are taken to the back where Jeremy Borash is standing along with the man who will face Christian later tonight at Survivor Series.
Jeremy Borash: What a night it has been already and there is plenty more to come ladies and gentlemen but for now let me intoduce to my quest at this time, The Cowboy...James Storm!
Storm looks at JB.
James Storm: Huh? Sorry man but I don't need no damn introduction, everybody knows who I am. Da' one who'll need ta' be introduced everywhere he goes will be Christian after I transform his face into a bloody piece a' meat!
Jeremy Borash: It really seems like people will get more action when I hear what you're saying, James. Anyway...as always I am here to ask you some questions so I'm gonna go right ahead.
Storm gives JB the "whatever" look.
Jeremy Borash: Recently you weren't performing on RAW but we saw you ever single week. For example, last week you said only five words and even those were "sorry about your damn luck" when you superkicked Christian from behind...
James Storm: From behind...le'mme explain wha' I came ta' kick Christian from behind. I did it 'cause Christian needed ta' find out dat payback is a bitch. See, he did da' same thing ta' me when he cost me ma' Hardcore Championship so I don't see da' point in doin' things da' right way when nobody else 'round 'ere does. Two weeks ago I would say dat jumpin' someone from behind is jus' da' cheapest move ever but now, I changed ma' mind. Wha'? 'Cause I finally found out dat doin' things da' right way doesn't always work out.
Jeremy Borash: Who knows, maybe you're right.
James Storm: Take da' maybe away 'cause I AM right.
Jeremy Borash: Whatever...Moving on. After you're done with Christian, what do you plan on doing? Do you want to regain your Hardcore Championship or do you just want to move on to something bigger?
James Storm: Damn right I'ma be movin' on ta' somethin' bigger. I ain't picky but since I already held da' Hardcore Championship once and after what I've done ta' dis company since I'm 'ere I think I deserve ta' be in da' hunt fo' dee Undisputed Championship. But befo' I can do dat, I have ta' beat Christian tanight. Who knows...maybe if I finally shut up Christian I will get dee' Undisputed Championship match dat I so desperately deserve. So yeah, Christian's one more shot will son be mine and dat's one more reason wha' I'm sorry 'bout his damn luck. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ma' mind ready.
Storm walks aways.
Jeremy Borash: But...but I still have more questions!
Scene fades as JB runs after Storm.
JR: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the World Heavyweight Championship match. John Cena will defend the World Heavyweight Championship against both Jeff Hardy and Edge.
Piper: That’s right Ross. And with the personal animosity between Hardy and Edge, all Cena has to do is let those two destroy each other and he can pick the bones.
JR: Now, Roddy! You know that’s not Cena’s gameplan. Our World’s Champion is a fighting Champion and if he’s going down, he’s going down swinging!
Lillian Gracia: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match for the World Heavyweight Championship!
As soon as Lilian finished the sentence, to the delight of the UWF universe, music of one of the most controversial superstar in UWF hist the arena ...
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The man that Edge attacked right after the tag title match, Jeff Hardy makes it out on to the staging, seemingly not beaten up too badly, just a cut on his face. He throws his "guns" up for the first time in ages and the crowd love it.
The Enigma runs down and slides in the ring, and bombs straight up the turnbuckle to pose like only he can. He jumps back off and gets ready for the match, while Lilian introduces him ...
Lilan Garcia: Introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighting 215 pounds ... The Charismatic Enigma ... Jeff Hardyyy!
Jeff throws up the "guns" again as the fans cheer like crazy, when ...
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME?
YOU DON'T KNOW ME!
Rated R Superstar, Edge walks out and the boos from the crowd almost drown out the music
He simply smiles as the boos rain down on him. He makes it down to the middle of the ramp and does his signature pose.
He makes his way down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Edge throws away his T-shirt as both men are looking at each other, straight into the eyes ...
Lilian Garcia: And his opponent ... from Toronto, Ontario, weighting 241 pounds ... The Rated R Superstar ... Edge!
"BRRRRR - RAPIDOOOO!"
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John Cena’s entrance music blares out of the speakers, and the crowd bursts in thunderous cheers! All of a sudden, the former World Heavyweight Champion, John Cena makes his way out onto the stage, which is a pleasure from the U.W.F. Universe. John Cena has a slight grin across his face, and isn’t as hyped up as he usually is. John Cena looks into the camera and salutes before meeting the end of the stage. John Cena springs forward and slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. John Cena nods his head at his “CeNation†members as he continues his journey to the ring. John Cena slides into the ring, reflects from the ropes for a few times and then throws his cap into the crowd. Cena then continues, as he takes off his T-shirt and throws it on the other side of the arena. Cena then goes into a corner and looks straight in Mysterio's eyes ...
Lilian Garcia: And his opponent, from West Newbury, Massachusetts, weighting 251 pounds , he is the World Heavyweight Champion... Joooohn Ceeenaaaa!!
The referee holds up the World Heavyweight Championship as all three men stand in respective corner. Edge is the first to move to the center of the ring, looking at the title as the official holds it high in the air. As Edge looks on, he snatches the title out of the referee’s grasp and immediately turns it on John Cena, knocking the Champion directly in the face with the Championship belt…
JR: And the match hasn’t even officially begun and Edge is already taking cheapshots!
Piper: He’s the Ultimate Opportunist for a reason Ross. Blame Cena for not seeing that one coming.
The shot from the Championship is enough to knock Cena through the middle rope and to the floor. The official calls for the bell and this World Championship bout is officially underway.
JR: And now we can decide a World’s Champion!
As the bell sounds, only Jeff Hardy and Edge stand in the ring. The history between these two needs no retelling. The two men stare each other down momentarily in the center of the ring before Edge acts first, throwing a right hand that connects soundly with Hardy’s jaw. Jeff is quick to respond as he throws a right hand of his own. Back and forth the two exchange right hands until Edge catches Hardy off guard with a boot to the midsection. This doubles Hardy over and allows Edge to run the near ropes before delivering a Million Dollar Knee Lift to the side of Hardy’s head. This sends the Charismatic Enigma to the canvas where Edge goes for the first cover of this Championship match…
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Hardy kicks out!
As Edge gets to his feet, he watches as Jeff Hardy tries to push himself off the mat. The Rated R Superstar decides to run the ropes again, but as he does, John Cena pulls them down and Edge tumbles from the inside of the ring to the floor. Edge’s head hits the arena floor hard and John Cena goes right on the attack. Cena lifts Edge off the floor and now he and Edge engage in a similar exchange of right hands that Hardy and Edge just did…
JR: Nonstop action from these men to start the match!
Piper: Watch for Hardy!
As soon as Piper finishes his sentence, Jeff Hardy comes from nowhere and leaps off the top rope, taking both Edge and Cena down with a plancha. Hardy gets to his feet and the fans cheer for him as he grabs Edge off the floor and throws him back into the ring. Hardy climbs onto the apron before using it as a springboard and delivering a leg drop to the back of Edge’s head. Hardy turns Edge over and goes for another cover…
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Cena pulls Hardy off Edge and outside the ring!
JR: All three men seem to have the same idea; take one man out of the equation and turn it into a one on one match.
Cena slides back into the ring and Hardy soon follows. For the first time in this match, all three men are in the ring at the same time. Given their history, Jeff Hardy goes right after Edge. The Rated R Superstar backs into a corner in a seated position and Jeff Hardy begins stomping the life out of him. Hardy lets loose on Edge, and it shows on the Rated R Superstar’s chest. Cena has seen enough and pulls Hardy out of the way before beginning to beat of Edge himself. Cena stomps away at the Ultimate Opportunist until Jeff Hardy pulls Cena off of him…
JR: And here we go! The inevitable matchup between Cena and Hardy is here!
Things between Hardy and Cena seem ready to explode when out of nowhere, Edge pushes Hardy in the back. Hardy falls into Cena, which knocks him to the canvas and Edge rolls Hardy up from behind…
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JR: The Ultimate Opportunist strikes again!
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Hardy kicks out!
Cena gets back involved in the fray, charging at both Hardy and Edge as they get to their feet and taking both down with a dual clothesline. Edge stays down as Jeff Hardy gets back to his feet and Cena catches him with a swift kick to the stomach before throwing Hardy’s arm over his shoulder and performing a Fisherman’s suplex. The World Champion floats over and covers Hardy…
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Edge dives in and breaks up the count!
Cena and Edge both get back to a vertical base and it’s Edge who acts first, striking Cena with a boot to the gut before applying a front face lock and hoisting Cena off the canvas and connecting with the Edgecution DDT! Before Edge can go for a cover, Jeff Hardy leaps off the top rope and delivers an elbow right into Cena’s heart…
JR: Bah Gawd! Where did Jeff Hardy come from?
Piper: Those damn spot monkeys come at you from every angle!
After landing on top of Cena, Hardy rolls backwards on top of the Champion and goes for the cover…
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Edge breaks the pin up!
Edge quickly throws Hardy to the side and hops on top of Cena, covering him for himself…
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Cena kicks out!
JR: And the Champion is on the ropes!
Cena rolls to the far side of the ring and into the corner. Cena pulls himself to his feet as Jeff Hardy stands tall on the opposing side of the ring. Edge stands in between Hardy and Cena and the Rated R Superstar and the Charismatic Enigma exchange a look. Edge nods and drops to all fours. Hardy runs towards the corner where Cena is standing and uses Edge as a springboard to propel himself into the air…
JR: Poetry in Motion!
Jim Ross is almost correct. As Hardy hangs in midair, Cena pushes himself out of the corner and takes the midair daredevil out with a clothesline. As Cena takes Hardy out, Edge gets back to his feet. Edge attempts to clothesline Cena, but the World Heavyweight Champion ducks under it and runs the near ropes coming back at Edge, hitting a running shoulder block. Edge hits the canvas but gets right back up only to eat another running shoulder block from Cena. Once again, Edge is quick to his feet and tries another clothesline. Cena ducks under and lifts Edge off his feet before bringing him down with a spinout powerbomb…
Piper: Dear Lord! The five moves of doom have struck again!
Cena gets to his feet and throws his right arm in the sky. Half the arena cheers and half the arena boos. But all of them know what’s coming next. The Boston crowd starts a “Let’s Go Cena†and a “Cena Sucks†chant as Cena reminds Edge that he can’t see him and runs the near ropes before delivering the patented Five Knuckle Shuffle. Edge grabs his forehead as Cena begins stalking him. The Rated R Superstar pulls himself to his feet and Cena quickly spins him around, lifting him up in a Fireman’s Carry position…
JR: Could it be the Attitude Adjustment?
John Cena seems poised to deliver his finishing move when Jeff Hardy reenters the fray and delivers a big boot to Cena’s stomach. This allows Edge to slide down Cena’s back and grab Cena by the neck and slam him down with the Edge-O-Matic. Cena grabs his head as Edge grabs his legs and stacks him up for a cover…
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Hardy breaks the cover up!
JR: And Jeff Hardy saves the match yet again!
As Edge gets off Cena, he gets right into Hardy’s face. The two exchange words as Edge says Hardy continues to be a thorn in his side while Hardy says he wants the World Championship for his creatures. While all of this transpires, the World Heavyweight Champion has gotten back to his feet and delivers a standing dropkick to the back of Edge. Edge runs into Hardy and the two butt heads. Hardy goes down and Edge drops to a knee. Cena quickly capitalizes, grabbing Edge and hoisting him onto his shoulders before powering him down onto the canvas…
JR: Attitude Adjustment!
Cena hits his tried and true finishing move before going for a cover on Edge, hooking both legs…
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Edge kicks out!
Piper: The Canadian kicked out!
Cena gets back to his feet and throws up his salute sign. He plans on giving Edge another Attitude Adjustment. Cena grabs the limp body of Edge, throwing him onto his shoulders again…
JR: Another one?
Edge throws right hands into the side of Cena’s skull. This causes Cena to drop Edge and the Rated R Superstar slides down the Champions’ back again. Edge knows what he needs to do. He drops back a few steps and Cena turns around to go back on the offensive and Edge hits him with a massive Spear. The arena erupts in cheers as Edge hits his finishing move and lies backwards on top of Cena, hooking the leg…
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JR: New Champion!!
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Out of nowhere, Jeff Hardy soars off the top and lands on top of both competitors with a Swanton Bomb!
Piper: Swanton!
The force knocks Edge off Cena and Jeff Hardy quickly covers the Champion, hooking both legs…
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JR: No way!
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Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner and the NEW UWF World Heavyweight Champion; Jeff Hardy!
JR: Jeff Hardy is the World Heavyweight Champion; what a match!
The fans get to their feet as “No More Words†plays and Jeff Hardy is handed the World Heavyweight Championship. Hardy cradles the title before showing it off to the world. He climbs the top and performs the “Hand Gunz†pose with his Championship in tow. Hardy exits the ring, celebrating will all his fans as Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
The cameras cut backstage where The Miz is standing by.
The Miz: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, loyal viewers, we interrupt your pay-per-view programming for a very, very special segment. May I introduce you all to the inaugural edition of MizTV PPV! This truly is a “Neil Armstrong†moment when people, years from now, will gather together to talk about where they were when this event aired. You, lucky LUCKY people, are quite literally watching history being made.
The Miz grins ear to ear despite the noise of jeers from the capacity crowd filtering through to the backstage area, he continues unabated
And what a show we have in store for you tonight. This is no two-bit promo, thrown together at the last minute to pad-out air time, this my friends has been weeks, perhaps even MONTHS in the making. MizTV has had top researchologists and scienticians working night and day, day and night to collect and collate data in order to bring you up-to-the-minute, robust and accurate information, illustrated in an ingenious way, sure to excite and amaze. Therefore without further ado, I am extremely proud to reveal to you; THE UWF WHAT’S HOT/WHAT’S NOT MIZOMETER!
The camera pans out to show a rather large thermometer type display, we are too far away to make out the detail but it is dark blue at the bottom, getting lighter and lighter until a white middle, where it the starts to get red until the very top where it is bright red. We can also see, what appear to be, cardboard cut-out faces of many UWF superstars dotted around it.
Loyal viewers this is a cutting edge graphical representation of who’s on the up in the UWF, and who is on their way dowwwwwwn. This tool will allow all the fans here tonight and watching at home to find out scientifically who they should be backing at Survivor Series. So, let’s begin at the bottom. The very bottom, so low down I’m going to have to sit on the floor to see it…
He sits cross legged on the floor and points to the face at the bottom of the Mizometer
Michael McGillicutty, ooh, hot you are not. You are positively freezing your butt off down here, and the REAL bad news is tonight after I beat you one-two-three in the ring you’ll slide even further down the scale, which will make you technically dead I think. We better check up on that.
The Miz rises to his knees, moving his attention to the next two faces
Just above Michael McGillicutty, only slightly less frost-bitten are both Randy Orton and Bully Ray. Neither of these guys are hot, nor look like getting any hotter. If anything they too will slide down the scale towards McGillicutty. McGillicutty, Ray and Orton are the very embodiment of what’s not hot.
Getting ever so slightly warmer, but still showing as a massive iceberg on the Mizometer are Team Wolfe! These fives guy’s combined not-hotness has formed a massive glacier, trapping those below them. The bad news for Team Wolfe is that “crazy†just isn’t hot at the moment and that team has a lot of crazy. That’s meant titanic-style disaster for the team as a whole
He now stands upright, moving his attention to the middle of the Mizometer
Now things get a little less clear, now we’re in the section where things can move quickly. You’ll notice John Cena, Jeff Hardy and James Storm all just below the dividing line, making them “not hot†but they can maybe turn it around, we’ll have to wait and see. Then BANG, dead centre we have Sting and Rhyno. These two guys are right on the knife edge, completely neutral. Sting is perhaps benefitting from an impressive stint as acting GM on NXT but also losing hot-points for making some ridiculous matches last week, for example pitting me against Brock Lesnar. Rhyno on the other hand has plenty of that “crazy†we mentioned earlier, but also has a lot of “can rip your arms off†which balances out his craziness and keeps him in the neutral zone.
NOW, things get interesting, we’re officially moving into the hot zone. First up in the “lukewarm†category we got both Edge and Christian, used to be tag team partners, now partners in being HOT property in the UWF right now. Just above them we have Team Y.E.S. Good group, there’s a lot of smart guys in this group, and “smart†is a HOT guarantee at the moment. These guys could go far. Next, well next we have a BIIIIIIG gap, nothing until you get right to the top. I’ve been warned by the scienticians who worked on this project that the top is so hot, that I need to wear safety gloves before touching it, so here we go…
The Miz pulls on a pair of safety gloves, climbs up a small step ladder before getting to the top of the Mizometer where the camera zooms in to this…
There is it loyal viewers, as proven by ACTUAL science; The Miz is the hottest thing right now in the UWF! So hot I gotta wear protective gloves! So hot I’ve left every other superstar in my wake, so hot that I’m going to steamroller over Michael McGillicutty tonight and become the number one contender for the NXT World Title! So hot, that I’m about to light up this entire company with my awwwwesome…
This has been the Mizometer and you’ve been watching history being made on Miz TV, enjoy the rest of the pay per view, you’re welcome!
And with that the cameras switch back to ring-side
Bully Ray: How do I feel? How do you think I freakin' feel, I'm on top of the world and through the actions that take place here tonight, I am only going to feel higher. Over seventeen years ago I got my big break. My raw attitude to my opponents, and to the fans got the attention of ECW. Me and Devon we both got signed, and from day one... DAY ONE! We showed what we were about.... We ripped Extreme Championship Wrestling a new asshole and the fans frickin' loved it. They could not get enough of The Dudley Boyz. Eight times we became the tag team champions. Eight times in four years. That just shows that we are pretty damn good and pretty damn successful. We needed to get bigger. We joined the World Wrestling Federation knowing one day Paul E. Dangerously would follow us in, and launch an attack on the company that was killing professional wrestling. We bided our time until The Alliance was in the midst of formation and we knew what we had to do.
Did it work? No. Am I glad we did it, oh you damn right. We stuck it to the man and the man nearly buckled under the pressure. But we stuck through it like most of the guys with us did, and we started to change the WWE for the better. Up to two thousand five we pushed and pushed and although the gold was coming to us, multiple tag team championships, multiple hardcore championships.... I had developed a hunger that I needed to satisfy. Through TNA was my path but I had to denounce my involvement my brother to do it. You look at every tag team specialist.. Hey, you look at the main event over on Smackdown. John Cenas defending his championship against Edge.... and Jeff Hardy. Two men that like me, were a tag team specialist.... Yet to make it to where they are, they had to break away from their partners and excel in the singles side of things. And this place... The UWF? Exactly where I launched Bully Rays career.
Buh Buh... Bubba Ray, Bubba Dudley??? That dude is dead in the water. The funeral was as dead as he is and there wasn't even no fan fare or music. I threw the mud over his decrepit body and I moved on. I came here and I let a fire up everyone's ass! Christopher Daniels never knew what hit him. The European Revolution, I sent both of them back to France or wherever the hell they came from with their wrestling trunks full of crap. People that have held wrestling in the palms of their hands.... The Rock.... CM Punk. I have proved that I can beat them all! I have been held back for roughly... SEVENTEEN YEARS TOO DAMN LONG! And tonight, I prove why. Randy Orton, you have not been seen since you defended your championship against Abyss. And we all know the reason for that now don't we.
The guy is scared of me. He has seen my rise here since branching out on my own and since the day he knew he was going to have to face me, he hasn't shown his face at all! You held companies up by yourself at times just like The Rock has, just like CM Punk has and tonight, you will fall to the same fate as them.
Hash. Tag. Champion. Retweet and favorite, over and out.
Styles: The Miz and Michael McGillicutty, two of NXT's rising and most uncompromising stars, they want the NXT Championship... well, tonight they will face off in order to determine the new number one contender to the NXT Championship at the next PPV event, New Years Resolution.
Christy Hemme: The following contest is set for one fall!
AWWWWESOOOOME!... I CAME TO PLAY!
“I Came to Play†by Downstait begins to play as the crowd erupts into boos. While this is going on, the ever-cocky Miz makes his way out onto the stage and leans forward, standing up and extending his arms into the air as he does his trademark pose. The Miz continues his way down to the ring in his normal brash and confident manner. The Miz runs and leaps up onto the ring apron in his signature manner before stepping between the ropes into the ring.
Christy Hemme: From Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, The Miz!
"And The Horse He Rode In On" by Reluctant Hero bursts through the speakers spread throughout the arena, as the crowd in attendance begin to boo Michael McGillicutty's arrival. McGillicutty takes a moment before he emerges from the back, a smirk accompanying his face, while he gazes out at the filled to capacity arena. McGillicutty stands at the top of the stage, spreads his legs and throws his arms out, followed by a confident roar and a steely glare directly towards the ring. McGillicutty's confidence is evident. McGillicutty takes a few moments to soak in the hostile atmosphere before he proceeds to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. People can be seen hanging over the barriers and slinging abuse at the cocky third generation superstar, who has made his way to ringside and opts to walk up the steel steps. McGillicutty enters the ring and doesn't pose or anything, he just locks eyes with The Miz who stands across the ring from him.
Christy Hemme: From Champlin, Minnesota. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds, Michael McGillicutty!
Both McGillicutty and Miz walk towards the centre of the ring and stare each other down. Both men then proceed to talk some smack. Both men then walk backwards and begin to circle around the ring, not taking their eyes off of one another. Both men then meet in the middle for a lock up. They lock up in a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up where McGillicutty, the superior technical wrestler, takes Miz into a Headlock who he then drags down to the mat, the Side-Headlock still applied. Miz gets up and lifts McGillicutty up into the air, he bounces his legs off of the top rope and goes for a Backdrop but McGillicutty manages to sort out of his weight mid-air and bring Miz back down with a Headlock Takeover. Miz hits the mat hard due to the momentum of McGillicutty's weight being behind the move. Miz gets his legs up and wraps them around McGillicutty's neck McGillicutty reliquishes his grip on the head of Miz and shifts his legs around and lifts them up and down into a bridge over both shoulders of Miz, Miz however let's go of his head, McGillicutty's shoulders hit the mat, Miz gets his legs over them and he covers him for a pin.
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McGillicutty kicks Miz in the face to break the pin attempt.
Styles: Miz almost grabbed it there!.
Both men get back to their feet and McGillicutty immediately spins round Miz and takes the waistlock, McGillicutty lifts Miz into the air before slamming him down onto the mat below with a Back-Side Slam. Miz begins to push up and get back to his feet when McGillicutty takes the Front-Facelock. Miz still is able to get to his feet however and push McGillicutty up against the ring ropes. The referee forces the break and Miz pushes McGillicutty away. McGillicutty looks at Miz as Miz takes a few steps back. There is a look of complete contempt before circling the ring again. Both men lock up again but this time Miz takes the upper hand with a Side Headlock but McGillicutty runs Miz off the ropes and across the ring, Miz hits the ropes and comes back at McGillicutty who hoists Miz up onto his shoulders and in one movement falls back and drops Miz with a Samoan Drop. McGillicutty jumps back up onto his feet and proclaims that he be the best wrestler on the roster. Miz in this short time has crawled towards the ropes and is using them to get back up, McGillicutty catches this and runs at Miz before leaping onto the back of his neck, bringing his throat down across the middle rope. McGillicutty slides right out to the outside and turns around before smacking Miz across the face with a big right hand. McGillicutty raises his hands in the air as the crowd boo him rather heavily.
Styles: McGillicutty is straight up out-wrestling Miz by this point.
Tazz: That's sorta what I expected if I'm honest.
Michael McGillicutty climbs up onto the ring ropes and then up onto the top rope in the ring corner. Miz gets up and dizzily spins around into a Diving Crossbody from McGillicutty. McGillicutty brings the Miz down hard onto the mat with the manoeuvre and stays atop for the cover, Miz's shoulders pressed against the mat.
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Miz rolls the shoulder out. McGillicutty wastes no time lifting Miz up by the head and levelling him with a shot to the temple, forcing Miz into the corner. McGillicutty then puts Miz up onto the top rope in a seated position before climbing up himself, he wraps his arm around that of The Miz's before stepping up onto the top rope. Miz however gets his hands up and hits McGillicutty with a few shots to the mid-section causing the third generation star to stumble a bit before Miz simply pushes him off of the top rope. McGillicutty falls to the mat for a split second before getting back quickly and turning around as Miz gets himself to his feet on the top rope, McGillicutty simply pulls the legs out from under Miz causing him to fall backwards into the ring, his head hitting off the top turnbuckle as he did so. Miz falls into a seated position in the corner as McGillicutty proceeds to stand on the chest and throat of Miz, choking him under his foot.
Styles: Michael McGillicutty so far is living up to all the hype, he's dominating Miz here!.
Tazz: 'Dis is what happens when you put a bonafide wrestlin' machine in the ring with a reality TV star!.
McGillicutty places his foot on Miz's face and proceeds to wipe the sole of his boot across the face of The Miz, the referee is forced to step in and gives McGillicutty a count, McGillicutty gets one last foot wipe in before the count of five and takes some steps backwards into the opposite corner as the referee checks on Miz. Miz seems okay and is getting to his feet as McGillicutty charges at him with a Spear like motion. Miz however dodges the bullet and moves out of the way causing McGillicutty to crash into the cold, steel ring post. McGillicutty comes stumbling out of the corner holding his shoulder as Miz runs at him and drops him with a Clothesline. McGillicutty is quick to a vertical base, however this only means he gets hit with another Clothesline this time Miz goes down to the mat with McGillicutty putting in the extra force to take McGillicutty down for longer. Miz gets up and grabs at the arm which McGillicutty charged straight into the ring post, he locks in a Buffalo Sleeper, a combination of a choke and a Key Lock.
Styles: Interesting potential submission move used here by The Miz. It's the Buffalo Sleeper, invented by Hiroyoshi Tenzan a huge star over in Japan.
Tazz: Ah, who cares Joey?, it ain't the Tazzmission is it?.
Miz jerks the hold. Pulling more on the arm than on the barring choke. McGillicutty reaches out towards the ring ropes and starts kicking his legs towards them in the hope that he can somehow reach them. Miz however falls back to the mat and wraps his legs around the waist of McGillicutty. However this gives the advantage to McGillicutty as he can now roll over onto his front and reach the bottom rope at the side of the ring closest to the ring ramp. The referee gives the count to The Miz, however The Miz is reluctant to let go of the hold and the referee is more of less forced to pull Miz off of McGillicutty, Miz getting a few stomps in as he does so. McGillicutty slides out of the ring and rolls his arm a few times, still grabbing at the shoulder. Miz is getting a telling off from the official Jimmy Korderas in the ring but sees the vulnerable McGillicutty on the outside and nudges the official out of the way before running at and leaping through the ring ropes down onto McGillicutty on the outside taking Gold Rush Tournament finalist down to the mat below.
Tazz: Hey!, maybe this kid has some balls after all?!.
Styles: The Miz laying it all on the line for a chance at glory.
Both Miz and McGillicutty are laid out on the outside, the referee begins his count. Miz unsurprisingly is first to his feet and he grabs McGillicutty by the head and goes to drag him down off the ring ramp towards the ring but McGillicutty brings The Miz back and drops him on the ramp with a Reverse DDT!. The back of Miz's head takes a battering off of the steel grate of the ring ramp but McGillicutty does not care for The Miz's well-being and takes The Miz by the hair down to the ring and rolls him into it at the referees count of six. He goes to lift Miz but Miz breaks free and lands some left hands upside the head of McGillicutty but McGillicutty simply kicks Miz in the mid-section and wraps his arm around his head before lifting him into the air McGillicutty then proceeds to drop Miz down, spiking on his head, with a now seldom seen Brainbuster. The dangerous move seems to have rendered Miz unconscious for now as McGillicutty makes his way to the top rope. McGillicutty knows he has some time and so takes his time making sure he is stable on the top rope before signalling for the big Elbow Drop.
Styles: Michael McGillicutty, 'The Heir to Perfection', is going to go now for his signature Elbow Drop and this could finish the match if he lands it Tazz!.
McGillicutty does indeed opt to leap off of the top rope with uncanny grace for such a usually grounded wrestler and he brings the big Diving Elbow Drop down into the chest of the fallen Miz. McGillicutty stays atop for the cover.
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The Miz rolls the shoulder out. McGillicutty looks down at The Miz frustrated and jumps back up onto his feet. He takes the steps back into the corner, he signalling that the end is near, he raises a single fist in the air as The Miz struggles onto his knees, then one knee before getting up in a keeled over manner, it's this that prompts McGillicutty to run at Miz and go for the McGillicutter, but Miz pushes McGillicutty away as he goes to grab him around the head and bounces him off the ring ropes, when he comes back Miz kicks his leg away from him before dropping McGillicutty with a high impact low DDT!. Both men are now laid out centre of the ring, Miz is crawling towards one corner, McGillicutty the other. Miz is slow to his feet but is nonetheless the first one to a vertical stance and as McGillicutty gets to his feet The Miz runs at him, leaps into the air and hits McGillicutty with his signature Running Corner Clothesline, the Awesome Clohtesline!. Miz hangs on the middle rope for a while, resting, recouperating before heading to the top rope.
Styles: I think the tide has turned again in this match and The Miz now on the ascendancy!.
Tazz: Both guys have traded back and forth but there has to be a winner!.
The Miz gets himself on his feet on the top rope as McGillicutty gets up, The Miz leaps off with a Double Axe Handle but gets nothing but a boot to the midsection and quick Piledriver!. The not often used, for good reason, manuevre has put Miz down for now and McGillicutty covers!.
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The Miz rolls the shoulder out!. McGillicutty is now stroking and pulling at his beard, wondering how he can put away Miz before he leaps up onto his feet and yells 'PERFECT-PLEX!'. McGillicutty grabs Miz and drags him onto his feet, he wraps his arm around Miz's head and his other around the inside leg of Miz and lifts him up into the air but before he can drop him with the Perfect-Plex Miz reverses and drops down behind McGillicutty and immediately wraps his arms up around those of his opponent in a full nelson, he's going for the Skull Crushing Finale, but McGillicutty reverses getting behind Miz and going for a German Suplex, he throws Miz overhead but Miz lands on his feet, pushes McGillicutty off the ropes and when he comes back he locks in the full nelson and drops McGillicutty with the always devastating Skull Crushing Finale!. The crowd surprisngly pop as The Miz rolls McGillicutty over and covers him for the pin.
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Winner and now number one contender to the NXT Championship: The Miz!
Miz gets up and has his hand held aloft after his stunning victory over Michael McGillicutty.
Styles: The Miz has done it!, he will now face either Randy Orton or Bully Ray at the New Years Resolution Pay Per View!.
The voices of NXT are show on camera
Joey Styles: Tazz coming up next, the camera crew caught up with CM Punk before the pay per view started to address his match and opponents here tonight.
Tazz: Yeah Joey and let me tell you something, this is something you don't want to miss!
The video of CM Punk before the pay per view begins to play
CM Punk: Over two weeks ago I came back to UWF. And in this short period of time, I have made a bigger name for not only myself, but I have also made names for guys like, Seth Rollins, Zack Ryder, and Ron Killings. Just being mentioned in the same sentence with me, makes them look even better on paper. I am a household name now. I am the marquee match. I may not always have the last show of the night on most shows, but the main event match is whatever I am in. I had to work, crawl, and scratch my way through to the top without much help. The only support I recieved while doing so, was from Paul Heyman. No body believed in CM Punk besides him. So I came back and I tried to help the younger talent so they didn't have to work as hard as I did, or live in fear because you don't know how good you are, but not anymore. Now, I am CM Punk, the best in the world.
CM Punk pauses for a moment
CM Punk: Ron Killings, you made a mockery of yourself longer before I could get to you, but I helped you get back onto the pay per view scene and in a big time match. Zack Ryder, Jersey Shore died out like five years ago, still you're doing that dumb fist pump with "WOOO WOOO WOOO, I suck" chant. With me by yourside, I will get you out of your rough stages. And finally, Seth Rollins. It's not that I have a problem with you, it's just I see someone with the potential I had when I was going through that stage. So after Survivor Series, you're going to thank me. But at the end of the night, there can be only one left standing and that's me, CM PUNK!
The camera cuts backstage, where John Morrison is stood, ready for an interview with Todd Grisham.
Grisham: Tonight, John, you face off against Cody Rhodes for the UWF Championship. How are you feeling, heading into what is the biggest match of your career?
Morrison smiles as he responds to Grisham.
Morrison: I'm feeling great, Todd. I've been waiting for this match ever since I joined UWF, and it's finally arrived. I'm not nervous; I'm excited. Excited to unleash my zestful fury upon Cody Rhodes. There's been a lot of talking heading into this match, and tonight I get the chance to finally shut the mouth of a man who's infinitely pathetic. For all Cody's pseudo-foresight, he's overlooked the fact that John Morrison is the killer of hopes and dreams. He's built this image in his head, that he's going to overcome all the odds and prevail from a scenario which none would think possible... tonight, I slay that ill-informed myth before the world.
Grisham: Aren't you worried, that after all the men Cody Rhodes has beaten, he may be the man to defeat you?
Morrison: No.
Grisham is taken aback by Morrison's swift, abrupt response. He thinks for a brief moment before asking his next question.
Grisham: Do you think that your lack of world-championship match experience may hinder you in your chance to make history?
Morrison: You just love asking these goofy questions, don't you, Todd? No, that doesn't worry me either. Nor am I worried that I'll get hit by a bus, nor am I worried that I'll fall asleep and miss the match, nor am I worried that a squirrel will eat my testicles. World-championship match experience? Please. If anybody should be worried, Todd, it should be you. Worried that I may slap you in the face for your mind-numbing interrogation. I've listened to stupidity from Cody Rhodes all month, I really didn't want to hear it from you. I'll make this simple for you, and I'll tell you right now what's going to happen tonight; The Guru of Greatness is walking into the arena and scything Cody Rhodes down. This isn't Disney. Cody's not going to spared for his sins. He's going to be relentlessly hunted, and exterminated with the most extreme prejudice. No sentiment, no courage in his defeat, no more delaying the inevitable; just a brutal lesson at the hands of the Shaman of Sexy. After all that, at the end of the night, I'm walking out with the UWF Championship. Call it clairvoyance, call it the best damn prediction you ever heard, but John Morrison is reigning supreme come hell or high water.
With that said, Morrison shoves the mic in Grisham's face and strides away. The camera fades to black.
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership to the NXT Extreme Championship! Introducing first...
"WHERE ALL MY BROS AT?"
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The crowd ignites as “Radio†by Downstait hits the PA system and the “Long Island Iced Z†Zack Ryder makes his way out from the backstage area. Zack is all smiles after his victory at King of the Ring against Brock Lesnar as he throws up the LI.
Christy Hemme: From The L.I. Weighing in at two-hundred and fourteen pounds. He is the "Long Island Iced Z", Zack Ryder!
Zack makes his way down the ramp, looking out at all of the girls in attendance. He spots one he likes and calls out to her “CALL ME!†He then hops up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and again throws up the LI.
Christy Hemme: And the opponent...
THE TRUTH...HAS SET ME FREE!
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The instrumental version of "What's Up?" by R-Truth himself begins to play as the former NXTreme Champion comes out with an angry expression on his face.
Christy Hemme: From Charlotte, North Carolina. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, R-Truth!
R-Truth reveals he's holding a microphone as he raises it to his mouth and begins to rap to his theme as he makes his way down the ramp.
Should be me versus Sting, what he gave me instead.
Was a fatal-four way with three knuckleheads.
It's alright though, cuz ya'll gonna get got.
Live on pay-per-view for all these Jimmies ta' watch.
If you don't like me, it's cuz you ain't on my level.
I'm a pot of steam dog, you just a kettle.
Tonight I'm jumpin' up, then I'm plantin' ya face.
Straight into the mat, go 'head get you a taste.
I hear you axe yo'self how come that's so.
It's cuz I'm not playin' GOOD R-Truth no mo'!
As R-Truth reaches the end of the ramp, he enters the ring and throws down his microphone.
Christy Hemme: And the opponent...
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The fans in attendance erupt into a mixed reaction as "Cult of Personality" begins to play. The man the theme belongs to soon graces them with his presence as he kneels down on the stage, then stands up cupping his mouth with his hands, shouting, "Best In The World!" instead of the usual, "It's Clobberin' Time!". Punk cockily makes his way down the ramp, his eyes on the ring.
Christy Hemme: From Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 218 pounds, C...M....Punk!
Punk ignores the fans reaching out to touch or high five him and arrives at the end of the ramp, turning and making his way up the steel steps and into the ring. Punk joins his hands together and starts rolling them at the wrists, tilting his head back and forth as well as he awaits the fourth and final man.
Christy Hemme: And the opponent...
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"Flesh It Out" by Blues Saraceno begins playing but to everyone's confusion, Seth doesn't come out.
Tazz: Where's Rollins?
The titantron screen lights up suddenly and Seth is seen out cold in the locker room, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Joey Styles: There's our answer! Someone get that man some medical attention, quick!
Tazz: Unfortunately, the show must go on without him.
DING DING!
Truth, Ryder, and Punk stood so that they represented a pyramid formation of sorts. Truth stood on the side of the ring that was nearest the stage, his back to it. Ryder was to his right, facing Punk who was standing across from him. Punk and Ryder looked at one another and nodded, then both went after Truth.
Punk charged Truth and decked him with a hard right, knocking him to the mat. Allowing no time for breathing, Ryder grabbed Truth and pulled him to a sittin position, applying a sleeper hold. While this was going on, Punk delivered a series of kicks to the abdomen of Truth as the numbers game continued.
Tazz: Punk and Ryda' are all over the numba' one contenda' here, Joe.
Joey Styles: Vultures, Tazz, just a pack of vultures.
Truth threw his legs upward, bringing his knees in before extending his legs and kicking Punk in the stomach with both feet, sending him flying backwards. Truth's legs hit the mat as he threw an elbow into the abdomen of Ryder, breaking the hold as he stood up. Punk came off the ropes from where he was kicked earlier and Truth leapt out of the way, but Punk stopped himself before he crashed into Ryder. The two nodded at one another again as they turned towards Truth, who was coming off the ropes himself.
They took him to the mat with a double clothesline then Punk stomped his legs as Ryder stomped his upper body. Truth rolled over onto his stomach, covering the back of his head with his arms as Ryder continued his attack on the upper body and Punk continued his attack on the lower. Punk grabbed Truth's legs and turned him over, Ryder watching as a cloverleaf was applied and Ron began writhing in pain. As this was going on, Zack stepped over Truth and sat on his back, applying a camel clutch and wrenching back, inspiring a mixed reaction from the crowd, some booing the fact that Punk and Ryder continued to double team Truth, others cheering how awesome the double submission looked.
Truth went to tap out but Ryder stood up and drove his foot down on top of his hand, pinning it to the mat. In response, Truth went to tap with the opposite hand but Ryder pinned that to the mat with his other foot as he squatted back into a sitting position and reapplied the hold.
Joey Styles: Love him or hate him, no man deserves to be on the receiving end of this gang-like mentality!
Tazz: Underhanded yes, but I do appreciate the innovation.
Punk and Ryder were both smiling as Truth's cries of agony got louder and the crowd's booing intensified. Truth suddenly thought of the only thing he could do as he seized Ryder's left hand and bit down hard. Ryder leapt back in pain, crashing into Punk as the two went flying. Punk hit the mat on his face and Ryder went through the ropes to the outside. The crowd cheered as Truth climbed to his feet, limping and holding the back of his neck in pain. Truth limped over to where Punk was lying and fell down, driving the point of his elbow into Punk's chest. Truth got to his feet as, unbeknownest to him, Ryder was on the apron.
Tazz: Watch out!
Ryder dove through the ropes, spearing Truth to the mat. Soon after impact, Ryder returned to his feet and began stomping Truth's head on all sides. He picked Truth up and lifted him into powerbomb position but Truth connected with a thumb to the eye as both men were sent to the mat, Ryder landing in perfect position for Truth to run into the ropes and connect with his patented
Axe Kick! Truth went for the cover but was hit with a lariat by Punk that caused him to almost entirely backflip, landing on the top of his head and stressing his neck before falling into a face down position.
The crowd gasped as Punk pulled Truth up to his feet, holding him in a hunched over position. Punk ran into the ropes and rode the momentum back towards his opponent, hitting Truth with his own move, the
Axe Kick. Punk went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Zack Ryder kicked Punk and broke up the pin. Punk gets up angrily and hits Ryder with a running kick to the face that sends him into the nearest corner. Punk follows after and places his foot on Zack's throat, beginning to choke him out.
Tazz: Well, call the family of the bride and groom, the wedding's off!
Joey Styles: What are you talking about?
Tazz: Ya know, it's one of those expression things.
Ryder grabs Punk's foot and forces it away from himself, throwing Punk off his balance. Punk hits the mat and rolls to a squatting position as Ryder rises to his feet and charges him. Punk connects with a lariat to put Zack down and then turns him over, applying a dragon sleeper. As Punk slaps it on, Truth goes over to him immediately, tackling him to the mat and beginning to rain down on him with punches. Zack puts an end to this quickly by grabbing Truth by the shoulders and throwing him off of Punk to the other side of the ring. Ryder goes to attack but when he threw Truth it was into the ropes, as the defending number one contender uses that fact to his advantage and knocks Ryder face first into Punk with a double axe handle to the back of the head.
Ryder returned to a vertical base angrily as he turned around and went after Truth with a lariat attempt but Truth ducked it and came off the ropes behind him, bringing Zack to the mat with a bulldog. Right after the move made impact, Punk re-entered the fray by applying a sleeper hold on Truth and pulling him to his feet.
Tazz: This didn't bode well for Truth earlia'.
Punk applied pressure and held Truth there for as long as he could, Truth fighting until he could fight no more. After reaching the end of his rope, Truth began to fade as the referee came over. He raised Truth's arm and it fell to his side lifelessly.
ONE!
The referee raised Truth's arm again and released it as it fell to Truth's side just as lifelessly as before.
TWO!
Joey Styles: The match could be over right here!
The referee raised Truth's arm again but this time Ron pulled it free, reaching back and grabbing Punk by the back of the head and quickly dropping to the mat with a modified jawbreaker. Truth got to his feet, slapping his face to get some bloodflow returning when suddenly he was hit over the back of the head with a clubbing forearm from Ryder, knocking him on his face on the mat. Ryder grabbed Truth and yanked him back to his feet, goozling him. Zack held Ron at his mercy despite Truth delivering forearm shots to Ryder's forearm to try and break the grasp.
Ryder headbutted Truth until he was dazed and couldn't fight back, then executed a backbreaker. As Zack returned to a standing position, Punk connected with a running knee to the abdomen, causing Ryder to bend forward in pain. Punk locked his arms around Zack's waist and lifted him onto his shoulder, facing up. Punk went for an inverted front powerslam but Ryder slid down his back onto the mat and went into the ropes, coming off and going for a big boot but Punk sidestepped and went for a lariat but Ryder ducked and went into the opposite ropes, going for a big boot again but Punk tripped him up, bringing him to his face.
Tazz: It seems neither man can get the advantage!
Punk locked his leg with Ryder's and went to lock in an STF but Zack spun back and caught Punk in the side of the head with an elbow, knocking him to the mat as Zack got up. When Zack stood, Truth dove at his leg, clipping it and bringing him to his face. Ron rolled Ryder over onto his back and headed over to the turnbuckle, but Punk charged him and connected with a splash in the corner, backing off as Truth fell back, Punk catching him and connecting with a quick spinning neckbreaker. As Punk got to his feet, Ryder was right there and applied a full nelson.
Punk struggled to break free but the Long Island Iced Z had it locked in too well. In the meantime, Truth rolled across the mat so that he was out of their line of view and climbed up to the top turnbuckle. Truth leapt and kicked Ryder in the back of the head, landing on his feet in a squatting position as Zack fell to the mat. Ron spun Punk around and grabbed him, leaping up and connecting with the
Little Jimmy out of nowhere as he got up and dragged Punk towards the center of the ring.
Tazz: Truth's gonna keep his contendership, Joe!
But just as Truth is about to cover Punk, Zack runs over and leaps into the air, connecting with the
Rough Ryder! He covers Truth as the referee runs over to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner and the NEW number one contender to the NXT Extreme Championship, the "Long Island Iced Z", Zack Ryder!
Joey Styles: The "Long Island Iced Z"'s dream has been realized, as he's earned himself a title shot. The million dollar question is will it be against Sting or Rhino after tonight?
Tazz: Another question I'd like answa'd is who attacked Seth Rollins and kept him out of the match?
Zack Ryder celebrates his victory as Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
The camera rolls backstage where Shawn Michaels has just exited out of his dressing room when all of a sudden someone calls out for HBK
????: Hey, Shawn!
HBK smiles as Triple H is shown on camera. The two embrace in a hug as it's the first time the two have seen each other since HBK's return to the ring a couple of months ago
HBK: Hunter, I'm glad you could make it.
Triple H: Shawn, you know when I say I am going to be there, I mean I am going to be there. Come on buddy, you know I got your back no matter what.
HBK: Well I'm glad you're hear because we need to start talking about....
Triple H: Shawn, we can save that for another time. That wasn't why I came here tonight. The real reason why I told you I would come is, I'm worried about you man. I saw you this past Monday after I got off the phone with you. Roddy Piper made some very good points about you. I have watched you over the last few months since you came back. You're not the show stoppa I once knew. Grant it, you are still one hell of an amazing competitor in the ring from what I've seen, but you're nowhere near the HBK I know you can be. The Shawn Michaels I know, he would go at full speed and at no cost to make sure he got the job done. He wouldn't care about making sure others would also look.
HBK: I'm going to cut you off. I know who I am still. I know I am the show stoppa, the main event, all that jazz. I know what I can still do in this ring and I don't need someone telling me otherwise and quite frankly I'm sick of it. I don't need Roddy Piper for that matter coming to me and telling me who he thinks I am. And with all do respect Hunter, I don't need you to tell me this also.
Triple H: Shawn, that's the thing, you don't listen. We're trying to help you, but you're just not listening. I'm worried about you man and you can't see that. Face it Shawn, you're not all the accolades that are before you. You are starting to become an after thought in this business now with the way you been. Sure you've picked up a few wins here and there, but you have failed to pick up a big time win since you came back and you have been out smarted each and every single time. I fear you're going to go through the same problem tonight against Batista. I do not think you're ready for this match mentally. Batista is an animal, Shawn. You acts against his prey and sees the weakness in them and right now I am seeing many signs of it from you. I honestly feel that you need me more than ever by your side.
HBK gets angry
HBK: I DON'T NEED YOU, I DON'T NEED ANYONE. I KNOW WHO I AM. I so SICK AND TIRED of HEARING THIS CRAP! I'M DONE LISTENING TO IT! You know why I've been the way I have been lately, I am keeping myself at a pace so that I make sure that once I am finally done in this ring, I can still walk and play with my children and be a loving husband to my wife and enjoy all that there is to enjoy from life. I don't want to be that guy who gets burnt out quickly at this age. I want to keep doing what I am doing and right now that isn't good enough for anyone. It's not good enough for you, it's not good enough for Roddy Piper, it's not good enough for the fans, and it's not good enough for me. Well tonight, that comes to an end. You are going to see a new Shawn Michaels tonight, one that I would be very afraid of. You go tell you're boy Batista, that he better be on his game tonight, otherwise I'm going to kick his teeth in.
HBK walks off, but comes back seconds later
HBK: And if you're not down with that, I have two words for ya
"SUCK IT" is heard in the background from the crowd in the arena. HBK walks off furious, while Triple H looks on with a smirk on his face as this might of been a trap to get Shawn Michaels back to his old self
Backstage the camera pans onto Batista who is looking at the screen where there's a recap of his losses.
Batista;
All these losses cannot get to me... These freakin' losses are nothing right? I'm still making that impact... Am I doing the right thing? Destruction after destruction... a weasel slides past and squirms to victory, I am defeated... Tonight, Shawn Michaels is going to experience a whole new world... When world's collide... The force is too strong, so reckoning that one will not stand. The damages, the mental-state of mind destructs... One is not safe, nor they should ever be. For the past four to five months... Everyone has seen destruction, they've seen the rollercoaster ride I've been on... But victory will soon be mine, if it's not tonight, it's next week... But tonight's the night, where the sky turns into dark... An old enigma returns, I've taken a ride to where I was once... Does he return? Does the fire inside him come alive? There's only one way to find out Shawn... Because tonight, tonight's I shall recite a poem and create something new... The moon is turning into blood red Shawn... The time's up.
The camera shows Josh Mathews extremely confused, he shrugs as Batista is seen holding a Filipino Tribal Mask, he then drops it as Batista walks off.
Roberts:The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas, weighting in at 227 pounds; he is the "Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels.
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Sexy Boy" plays and out dances the one and only Shawn Michaels from the back. Good Old HBK just like the fans love him. Men want to be him, women want to be with him, but none the less, they all cheer for him. Michaels dances about halfway down the ramp before dropping to both knees to say a little prayer before speaking loudly to the heavens as the pyro goes off behind him.
Michaels hops up off the steel and heads towards the ring where he enters and poses once more as his music fades.
Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Washington, DC, weighing in at 326 pounds; he is "The Animal" Batista!
YEEEAAAHHHH!
Batista's entrance music 'I Walk Alone' by Saliva hits the PA system and the big brute himself walks out on the the stage. He walks around the stage with great intensity before doing his signature machine gun pyro posturing. With the final bang Batista begins to walk down the ramp. Once ringside he grabs himself one of many chairs that litter the ringside area. He then jogs up the ring steps and steps between the ropes before heading up the top rope and flexing his guns. Batista steps down ready for action.
Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and Batista and Michaels both lock up. The Animal uses his superior strength to shove Michaels to the canvas like a doll. The Heartbreak Kid gets to a knee and stares at Batista, who flexes to show his dominance. The Heartbreak Kid doesn’t take too kindly to this and locks up again with Batista. Batista again responds by shoving Michaels to the mat…
Cole: It may not be in Michaels’ best interest to try and match Batista’s power.
Michaels slaps the mat out of frustration before getting back to his feet. He doesn’t lock up Batista this time; instead he goes right after the Animal, delivering a right hand that staggers Batista. Batista only drops back a step before Michaels delivers another right hand to Batista’s face. This blow knocks Batista back onto the ropes. Michaels grabs Batista by the arm and throws him to the opposing side of the ring. Batista bounces off the far ropes and comes back at Michaels, who leaves his feet and delivers a picture perfect standing dropkick under the chin of Batista. This finally sends the Animal to the mat and Michaels goes for the first cover of the match…
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Batista kicks out!
Michaels grabs Batista by the neck after the kick out and lifts the three hundred pound behemoth to a knee. Michaels then uses the near ropes to gain momentum before running back at Batista. By this time, Batista has had enough time to recover and as Michaels gets closer to him, Batista launches himself off his knee and connects with a stiff short arm clothesline. This stops Michaels in his tracks and Batista goes for a cover…
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Michaels kicks out!
After Michaels’ kick out, Batista gets to his feet and grabs Michaels by the neck. Batista wastes no time lifting Michaels off the canvas and throwing the Heartbreak Kid into the near corner. Batista doesn’t give Michaels one second to recover as The Animal immediately throws his massive shoulder directly into Michaels’ midsection. Michaels gasps for air as Batista pulls his shoulder back and delivers another strong shoulder block. The Heartbreak barely has time to recover from the second shoulder block before Batista pulls himself back and delivers a third shoulder block. Batista pulls back for a third time and watches as Michaels stumbles out of the corner. Batista wastes no time picking Michaels up off the canvas and onto his shoulder before performing a British Bulldog like powerslam. Michaels’ neck and back hit the mat hard as Batista hooks the far leg, going for another cover…
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Michaels kicks out!
King: I’ve said it before, you can’t teach power. And Batista’s got plenty of it.
Michaels barely rolls a shoulder. Batista gets back to his feet before grabbing Michaels and lifting him to his yet again. Batista grabs Michaels by the arm and Irish whips him to the far side of the ring. Michaels runs the far ropes and comes back towards Batista, who lowers his head. The Animal may have telegraphed himself as Michaels is able to counter him and perform a spinning neckbreaker. Batista grabs his neck as Michaels takes him to the canvas and the Heartbreak Kid goes for another cover…
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Batista kicks out!
Cole: If Michaels is going to win this match, he’s going to have to do what he did right there and use his speed.
Batista rolls near the far ropes and onto his stomach, avoiding being pinned again by Michaels. The Heartbreak Kid doesn’t let up and goes right after Batista. As Batista lies on his stomach near the ropes, Michaels uses the bottom ring rope to propel himself in the air and bring his boot down hard on the back of Batista’s head. The contact between Michaels’ boot and Batista’s skull can be heard as Michaels leaps in the air again and delivers another boot to the back of Batista’s head…
King: Those blows look like they hurt!
That second blow to the back of the head is enough to send the Animal to the outside through the bottom rope. Batista lies on the floor sprawled out in a heap as Shawn Michaels looks on and the official begins counting Batista out…
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Batista picks himself up with help from the ring apron…
7…
Batista staggers backwards away from the ring and towards the steel entrance ramp.
King: Hey look at Michaels!
What Batista does not know is the while he was on the floor, the Heartbreak Kid has climbed to the top rope and is waiting patiently for him. Before Batista has the chance to react, Michaels leaps off the top and onto Batista on the outside with a Crossbody…
Cole: Michaels just put it all on the line to take Batista out!
Both men lie on the floor as the fans cheer for what they just saw. On the inside of the ring, the referee begins to count both men out…
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Michaels staggers to a knee, grabbing Batista’s body and lifting the deadweight onto the ring apron sliding him into the ring. Michaels soon follows suit, entering the ring and going for a cover…
1…
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Batista kicks out!
King: Batista barely kicked out!
Cole: I believe the fact that that high impact move was on the outside hurt Michaels. Had he been able to cover Batista right away, he may have won the match.
After Batista kicks out, Michaels pulls himself to his feet. He looks at the fallen Batista before leaving the ring through the middle ropes and onto the ring apron yet again. Michaels quickly scales the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top. But before Michaels has the opportunity to leap off, Batista gets to his feet and staggers the nearest set of ropes, causing them to shake. The vibrations cause the turnbuckle to shake and for Michaels to lose his balance. Michaels falls groin first onto the turnbuckle. The pain is written on the Heartbreak Kid’s face as Batista looks to go back on the offensive. Batista walks over to the corner and delivers a stiff right hand to Michaels’ face, causing the Heartbreak Kid to stagger and almost lose his balance. Michaels holds on, but Batista delivers another big right hand. This one almost knocks Michaels’ head off. Batista soon climbs the turnbuckle and meets Michaels at the top. Once there, Batista throws yet another big right hand, hitting Michaels directly in the skull. Shawn Michaels comes back and delivers a right hand to Batista’s midsection. This causes Batista to slow his assault, but not for long as Batista comes back with another right hand. Michaels responds to this by delivering five or six rapid fire fists right into Batista’s midsection before shoving Batista to the canvas. Batista’s head bounces off the mat but the Animal is quick to stagger back to his feet. As he does, Michaels repositions himself and leaps off the top. Shawn Michaels flies almost in midair and as he’s coming down, The Animal leaves his feet and almost breaks Michaels in half with a midair Spear…
Cole: Spear! Spear! Spear!
Batista spears Michaels out of the air, driving the Heartbreak Kid’s body to the canvas in the process. Batista drags Michaels’ lifeless body from the ropes and covers him…
1…
2…
Michaels rolls a shoulder at 2 ½
Cole: How in the hell did Michaels kick out of that?
Batista can’t believe Michaels kicked out! Batista gets back to his feet and is visibly irate. He watches as Michaels gets to a knee and stands over The Heartbreak Kid. Batista holds the Thumbs Up before quickly turning them into Thumbs Down for Shawn Michaels. Michaels can’t even get off his knees before Batista puts his had between his legs, putting him in perfect position for the Batista Bomb…
King: The end may be near for Shawn Michaels!
Batista quickly hoists Michaels up in position for his finishing move. But as he does, Michaels is able to grab Batista’s arm and shift his body weight, bringing Batista to the canvas by the arm. Shawn Michaels then takes Batista’s arm before placing it between his legs and applying the Crippler Crossface…
Cole: Crossface! Michaels’ got the Crossface!
Michaels reaches back and applies as much pressure as he can to the Crippler Crossface. Batista grunts and yells in agony as this vicious submission is locked in on him. Batista begins to crawl to the nearest set of ropes, hoping for a break. Michaels can only look on as Batista drags both of their bodies closer and closer to the ropes…
King: How strong is this Batista? This long into the match and he can still drag both himself and Michaels to the ropes!
Batista continues to make it towards the ropes, until he reaches out and finally grabs them. Shawn Michaels has no choice but to break the hold, although he doesn’t at first, forcing the referee to reprimand him…
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Michaels breaks the hold!
Cole: And Batista breaks the Crossface, but has the damage been done?
Shawn Michaels gets to his feet, knowing that he has dealt a significant amount of damage to Batista. Michaels heads to the corner opposing Batista and begins stomping his foot. The fans begin to clap along with Michaels’ stomp as they all know what’s coming next…
King: Shawn Michaels is tuning up the band!
With each stomp, Michaels becomes more determined and more focused. He never takes his eyes off Batista, who is finally starting to pull himself to his feet. Batista makes it to a vertical base and Michaels leaves the corner that he’s positioned in and looks for Sweet Chin Music. Batista turns around and sees it coming and is able to duck under the boot. This positioning allows Batista to hoist Michaels up in the air and bring him right back down with a thunderous Spinebuster! The ring shakes on impact and Batista goes for another cover…
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King: Goodnight!
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3…NO! Michaels barely kicks out!
Batista runs his hands through his head. He gets back to his feet before walking to the far side of the ring. Batista grabs the top rope and shakes it furiously, letting everyone know what’s coming next. Batista goes over to Michaels, grabbing by the head and placing it between his legs. Batista wastes no time, picking Michaels up for the Batista Bomb, but when Michaels reaches the apex, he is able to slide down Batista’s back and sunset flip him…
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Batista kicks out!
Both men get to their feet at the same time and Batista looks to go back on the offensive when BAM!
Cole: Sweet Chin Music!!
The Animal runs right into Sweet Chin Music. An exhausted Shawn Michaels falls on top of Batista, hooking the far leg for good measure…
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King: Will it be?
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Cole: Yes!
Justin Roberts: The winner of this bout; “The Heartbreak Kid†Shawn Michaels!
The fans cheer as “Sexy Boy†plays for the second time this evening. Shawn Michaels is still out on top of Batista, exhausted from the match he just had. The referee raises his arm anyway, and Michaels begins to come to. The official helps the Heartbreak Kid get to his feet where Michaels is able to bask in his victory a little more. The Heartbreak Kid points to the fans and lets them know that this victory was for them. He soaks it up a little more before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp and to the back. This is where Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
The cameras cut to the back as we see Michael Cole waiting patiently to perform one of his riveting, soul searching interviews.
Michael Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, no other superstar in recent UWF history has brought so much intrigue and confusion to the ring with him as my very special guest this evening; the masked man of destiny, MANKIND. No, Mick, let me just get down to business here…
Now, Michael Cole, I really appreciate you giving me a moment to speak my splintered mind. That’s why I wore a classic blast from the past; my dress shirt and dinner jacket along with my favorite bowtie. And I want to thank you for ‘ROCKin’ nostalgic tonight and growing that evil villain goatee and mustache.
Michael Cole looks down a little insecure: Well, I stopped shaving for No-shave November.
Mankind looks him over.
You’re telling me it took you all month to grow that, Michael?
Michael Cole: Well, yes. I think I did pretty good.
How old are you? Hell, are you Peter Pan? Hell, I grew that much on my privates this month.
Cole looks a little embarrassed as he tries to change the conversation: Oh…well….in a short time you will be going ONE ON ONE WITH THE GREAT ONE…
Mankind stops him.
Michael Cole, I’m sure the Rock doesn’t need your help with his catch phrases. But what he will need is an ambulance after tonight. The man has insulted me and, although normally I’d just brush it off and move on, Dwayne has pushed me a little too far. The man wants to rant about how he made me famous; how, if he hadn’t teamed up with me, nobody would know who I was. Well, I’m gonna walk in there and show the ROCK just what I’m known for and that’s kicking ass, breaking bones and ending careers!! He wants to bring his Movie star looks into the ring with a man who is known for scarring his opponent? I’m tellin’ you right now, Michael Cole, if he wants to KEEP that marketable mug, he better just go back to Hollywood and put out another one of those direct to dvd bombs and keep stealing money from Disney! Cause, after I’m done with him tonight, the only parts he will be able to get is one of those Scarface pirates in the next Pirates of the Caribbean movie. No, Michael, he apparently has no clue what’s going on here. But, let’s suffice it to say that I’ve got something in my pants just for him!
Cole looks down at Mankind’s pants a little sickened.
Are you looking at my crotch, Michael Cole? Cause that’s just a bit more than disturbing if you are.
Michael Cole: Uh...of course, not!
Suddenly, Mankind whips out Socko from his pants.
OR MAYBE YOU SMELLED WHAT THE SOCK IS COOKIN?!!!
Michael Cole, looking at the camera with that 'I can't believe he just said that' look: Mankind, one of your only loses lately has been to the man carrying the Hardcore title around, one Christopher Daniels. The banter going back and forth here has gotten heated to say the least. With your goal, your Destiny, being held by the Fallen One, do you think you go into this match with the Rock more than just a little distracted?
Now, Michael, it is true that that disreputable Angel has my Destiny. But, instead of being distracted tonight, I’m gonna use the pent up rage and anger I have over our separation to unleash all unholy hell on Rocky! And each and every one of the people that Vince puts in the ring with me between now and the end of the world will treated with the same disrespect that I owe that fallen angel!!! It’s only a matter of time till we reach the end, Daniels!! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! BANG! BANG!!! Until then….Have a nice day…
Mankind lumbers off leaving a confused and concerned Michael Cole.
Christy Hemme: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the NXT World Heavyweight Championship!
"The Beaten Path" starts to play as Bully Rays tron plays. Expecting him to come out to the arena the fans all gear up ready to boo the Bully. He finally shows through the curtain after keeping the fans waiting and as he's walking down the ramp he stops to pose, showing why he is called Calfzilla. The Bully of NXT soon slides into the ring and prepares for his upcoming match-up.
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from Hells Kitchen, New York, weighing in at 280 pounds, Bully Ray!
Hemme: And his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 256 pounds, he is the reigning and defending NXT World Heavyweight Champion; "The Viper" Randy Orton!
'Ripper' hits the PA system and the crowd go wild. It's not long before Orton walks out from behind the curtain with a cold icy stare transfixed on the ring and his opponent that stands in it. His arm is wrapped in a cast. His NXT Championship draped over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp with the crowd cheering him on and he wastes no time in getting into the ring and up onto the top rope where he raises the title up into the air with his good left hand. Orton then steps down and goes into his corner as the announcements are made.[/I]
As the match got started, Ray charged Orton. Randy stood there then suddenly Ray put the brakes on and threw his leg into the path of the former Legend Killer, connecting with his abdomen with a successful form of toe kick. He turned Randy so that they were face to face and hoisted him into the air, pressing him several times in a feat that was clearly just to show off for the crowd. Bully hurled Orton through the air, causing him to collide with the turnbuckle, his right side connecting with the middle turnbuckle pad, landing in a way that he was also tangled in the ropes, his right arm on the outer side of the bottom rope and his right leg in the same predicament on the set of ropes behind him.
Ray marched over to the corner and bent down, placing himself under Randy as he stood, freeing Orton from the ropes, grabbing him and turning, walking towards the center of the ring as if he were going to perform a fireman's carry. As Bully followed through with the move, Orton hooked both arms around Ray's head, bridging his body so that he landed on his feet, swinging so that he and Bully were back-to-back, dropping down with a modified reverse jawbreaker as Ray went staggering forward into the ropes. Randy got to his feet and ran into the ropes his legs were just caught in, riding the momentum into Bully, launching himself like a missile and catching his opponent with a shoulder block that sent the number one contender through the opening between the top and middle rope and crashing face first to the floor outside.
Tazz: Yowza. If Ray's dentist was asleep, he's definitely awake now!
Bully gets up in frustration and re-enters the ring. Upon this, he and Orton begin trading punches, both landing two each. As Ray goes for a third, Randy pivots to the left, planting his foot so that he's facing Bully entirely, throwing himself backward, avoiding the attack of his opponent. Orton reaches the ropes as he launches himself off of them, cocking back to throw a punch but Bully connects with a lariat that causes Randy to do a backflip and land on his face. Ray steps over him and applies a camel clutch.
Joey Styles: If there was a worse time to be in a submission hold, I can't think of it at the moment.
Tazz: Eh, it's not quite a Tazzmission, but it'll do.
As Randy cries out in agony in the hold, Bully decides it isn't quite enough as he releases the hold, grabbing Orton's head with both hands and dribbling it against the mat several times. Ray stands up and swings his leg around so that it isn't over Randy, looking for his next offensive attack. Orton, still on the mat, raises his arms above his head and bends them at the elbows, placing his hands on the mat as he bends his legs toward his abdomen. Suddenly Randy kips up, catching himself on the ropes as he launches himself to the top turnbuckle.
Orton leaps into the air and launches into a senton attempt, but just as it looks like he's going to connect, Bully sidesteps out of the way and Randy eats nothing but mat. Orton sits up holding his lower back as Ray goes for a dropkick attempt, Randy rolling out of the way, his legs going over his head as he landed on his feet in a bent position, straightening his legs as he stood up, walking over and grabbing Bully by the hair on the back of his head. Ray got up and smacked Orton's arm away, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him in, connecting with a headbutt. Bully whips Randy into the corner and charges, but Orton leaps out of the way and Ray eats nothing but turnbuckle. He turns and comes staggering out of the corner as Randy goes low and hoists him up, turning in mid-air and driving him downward on a fast trip, planting him hard against the mat with a spinebuster. Ray seemed to be out of it as Orton hooked the leg, the referee counting.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Ray kicks out!
Just when Randy thinks he has the championship successfully defended, Ray gets the shoulder up, throwing Randy off of him. Both men get to their feet as Orton charges Bully, who connects with a shoulder block, taking Randy down. Ray returns to his feet and instantly falls towards his opponent, driving his elbow right into the heart. Ray gets to his feet again and grabs Randy, whipping him into the corner. He places Orton on the top turnbuckle, who sits there in a daze as Bully climbs up to where he's at.
Ray applies the headscissors and swings backward and downward, going for a Frankensteiner but Randy slips out of the move seconds before impact is made with the mat, Ray's knees connecting with it. Bully stands up from the adrenaline and turns around, which is Randy's opening as Orton kicks him and hooks his head, lifting him up and connecting with an Impaler DDT. Randy rolls Bully onto his back and hooks the leg, the referee counting again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Ray kicks out!
Both men return to their feet as Ray starts unloading on Randy with hard right after hard right, Orton's head rocking with the hits but his body remaining stationary. Randy soon grew sick of getting punched after a few hits as he smacked Bully's arm away and pushed him in the chest with both hands, sending him into the ropes. Orton went for a big boot but Ray sidestepped and he got hung up on the ropes, Bully taking advantage and delivering kicks to Randy's other leg.
Orton grabbed him by the throat and pushed him into the other ropes as he removed his leg and went for a lariat, Ray ducking and going to the opposite ropes. Orton turned around as Bully went for a bulldog but while in mid-air, Randy pushed him off, causing him to get hung up in the ropes by his legs as he swung downward, smacking the back of his head on the mat. Orton went to stomp his head but Bully rolled out of the way and was now on his stomach as he pushed himself to his feet with his arms and hit his opponent with a shoulder tackle, bringing him to the mat.
Ray went for another but Randy managed to hook his head and brought him to the mat with a split-second snap DDT. Bully rolled over onto his back, holding his head in pain with both arms. Orton stomped on his body several times as Ray rolled across the mat trying to avoid but it was to no avail. Bully rolled directly under the bottom rope as Randy went for another stomp, but Ray pulled the rope in the way and Orton's foot bounced off as he staggered backward. Bully got onto the apron and leapt onto the top rope, launching himself at Randy with a missile dropkick that connected and sent him through the ropes to the outside. Ray followed after and grabbed Orton, throwing him head first into the ringside barricade.
Tazz: Remember what I said about Ray's dentist? Well that goes double for Orton's.
Bully picked Randy up and rolled him into the ring, following after. Orton was dazed as Ray stood him up, kneeing him in the abdomen and placing his head between his legs. Bully hoisted him up and planted him hard with the Bully Bomb and rolled him up for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner and the NEW NXT World Champion, Bully Ray!
The cameras pan to a dark part of the arena, leading the viewers to wonder if there are technical difficulties occurring for a moment until a familiar voice begins to speak in the darkness.
The evening that has been so eagerly anticipated has at last arrived. The fans are excited to see their favorite athletes step through that curtain and compete, hoping to see them earn the reward of victory and enjoy the spoils of whatever prize is at stake, all the while hoping to simultaneously relish in their least favorite athletes being dealt their comeuppance.
I have been awaiting this night with the greatest of all anticipation and eagerness, and am ready to step out from behind the managerial desk and get my hands dirty again. Of course that doesn't solely refer to the blood that Terry will shed tonight, it also refers to the onslaught of disdain that you audience members will shower me with as soon as I arrive through the curtain.
But of course I am the one that is victimized by that disdain, because it is so much simpler on your waning cerebral systems to rally behind an underdog like Rhino. A man that's as intellectually inferior as you, as out of shape as you, and continuously gets usurped by someone each and every time that he tries to succeed in life. In case that wasn't direct enough for you, the usurper in that situation is me. Ever since Rhino decided to charge into my business, it has resulted in nothing but embarassment and failure for him.
But none of that will slow you down, in fact it makes you love him and cheer for him more. You believe that he can survive the Barbed Wire Steel Cage, win the Extreme Championship, and give you a titleholder you can all hang your hat on the coattails of. Well wake up from that fairy tale, daydreamers, because the real world doesn't work that way and you should be more than aware of that by now. If you'll recall, you rallied behind someone else that simply couldn't get the job done anymore, and look what happened to him.
By cheering for that blimp of a shell of a man Rhino and chanting, "Gore!" at me, you are sentencing him to the same fate. He will buy into that lie just like he bought into the lie he told about my departure from the ring being an act of fear. I am not afraid, Terry. I am not afraid of being hit with the Gore, I am not afraid of being locked inside of a cage with you, I am not afraid of anything you can do. And I'm not afraid of what I'm going to do either, and that's do what I promised, and mercilessly tear you down.
Memento...
Before Sting can finish his trademark warning, Rhino charges in from offscreen and takes him to the ground with a Gore, sending the crowd into a cheering frenzy. The "Man Beast" gets to his feet soon after impact is made and grabs the nearest item he can find from the concession table, a coffee machine, and looks to swing it at Sting but the appliance is still plugged in and the attempt is thwarted.
Rhino pulls it from the wall, tearing the cord in half and goes on the attack again but Sting is up and swings downward with his trademark bat, knocking the device to the ground. As this happens, Rhino grabs Sting by the back of the head, getting a fistful of hair, as he turns a half circle and throws Sting onto the table the machine came from.
Tazz: It's not match time yet, is it?
Joey Styles: These two aren't meant to meet for quite some time tonight, someone separate them!
Rhino drags him through various plates and containers of food before throwing him to the floor and turning the last table over onto him, which contained a turkey sitting in a foil container as searing hot gravy douses the champion. As Sting cries out from the heat of the contents, Rhino grabs the coffee machine and goes on the offensive, but Sting throws the table back onto its legs and counters with a drop toe hold, sending Rhino face first into the machine he's holding.
Sting removes the glass container that has the coffee in it and takes an enormous gulp, holding the contents in his mouth. Rhino is seen climbing to his feet suddenly as Sting spins him around and spits the coffee into his face and eyes. Rhino angrily clutches his eyes in agony as Sting smashes the glass container over the top of his head, sending Rhino to the ground. As he fell, Sting caught him in DDT position, then quickly turned him over so that he was facing upward and connected with a Scorpion Death Drop!
Tazz: Yowza! Right onto the concrete!
Sting grabbed Rhino by the wrists and began dragging him across the floor a few inches before hurling him into the table leg of one of the other tables as it buckled and slanted on top of Rhino. Sting grabbed his bat and looked ready to swing downward onto the table when Rhino suddenly got to his feet in a rage, throwing the table over his head like he press slammed it as it falls to the ground behind him.
Sting looks to hit him in between the shoulder blades with the top of the bat but Rhino sidesteps to avoid it, causing Sting to connect with the wall. Rhino grabs a fistful of hair on the back of Sting's head again and slams his face into the wall. After hard impact is made, Rhino pulls him away from the wall violently and pushes him backward as Sting loses his footing and stumbles to a sitting position in the middle of the corridor.
Rhino stalks after him as Sting gets to his feet. Not a second after he returns to a vertical base, Rhino goes to deliver another Gore but as he is mid-maneuver, Kane appears from around the nearest corner and levels him with a big boot.
Joey Styles: Sting's bodyguard getting involved!
Referees, road agents, trainers, and other talent show up as Kane helps Sting to his feet and turn and walk away. The match later tonight just got more personal.
In the moments before the upcoming epic Survivor Series match, we see an unknown, buxom babe ready to interview Jeff Jarrett.
I'm here with current UCW European Champion, Jeff Jarrett, just before his match against YES in a classic Survivor Series match. Double J, what are you thinking as you go in against the most solid stable that the UWF has ever seen?
Jeff Jarrett: Are you serious? What am I thinking? I'm thinking I'm about to go in there and kick somebody's ass! I'm thinking about turnin' YES to NO! I'm thinkin' I'm not goin' in there alone! But I'm goin' in there with a well oiled ass kickin' machine!! The high flyin' superhero Rey Rey 'jumpin' outta da sky' Mysterio!! Mr. Pay Per View, Robbie Van Dam! The hardcore legend, Raven! And, the most volitile loose screw in the business, Dean Ambrose! You tell me, sweetie? What should I be thinking? Huh? Should I be shakin' in my wrestling boots because three bearded wonders pulled in the Big Slow and some ex-cheerleader? Nah, I don't think so. I beat that loud mouth giant and his robe wearing girlfriend last Pay Per View! ANd Ziggler? Really? Am I gonna give that Chippendale's reject the time of day? No more time than I'd give that poor excuse for a TV preacher and his two buddies, Mr. Furious and the Pink Panther!! Nah, the way I look at it, Team Jarrett has never looked better and will not be beaten!
The young woman interrupts and corrects him: That's TEAM WOLFE...
Jeff Jarrett: Yeah, Whatever. The point is that I'ma gonna go in there and lead by example. I'm not gonna hide behind my teammates. Aw, hell no! I'm gonna be out there in the mix of things. Cause, I've waited far too long for this chance to get my hands on those yahoots to let it slip by! Ever since I got here, all I've heard was YES this and YES that. Well, TONIGHT, the KING OF THE MOUNTAIN puts an end to the three amigos and gives Desmond Wolfe back the leadership he deserves! No, Survivor Series is about shuttin' those big mouths for good!
The unknown interviewer: Another carrot being dangled for all those participating is a shot at the Heavyweight Championship to the last man standing! How do you feel about that and will it possibly break down the team dynamic?
JR: And now it's time for a match with huge post Survivor Series implications. It's the Five on Five Traditional Elimination Match. If Team Wolfe wins, YES is no more, but is Team YES wins, they will run Smackdown for a month. Let's go to the introductions.
Lillian Garcia: The following is the traditional Survivor Series match. Introducing first, being led by Team Captain Damien Sandow, the team of Daniel Bryan, Bray Wyatt, The Big Show and Dolph Ziggler.
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Damien Sandow's theme music begins to play and out walk all members of Team YES. They stand united, ignoring the crowd that choose to boo them. Instead, they head to the ring and wait for the opposition.
Garcia: And the opponents, being led by Team Captain Jeff Jarrett, the team of Rey Mysterio, Raven, Dean Ambrose and the UWF Television Champion Rob Van Dam!
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Suddenly, the hardrockin' entrance music of the King of the Mountain, Jeff Jarrett, blasts across the arena. Out walks Team Wolfe, being led by Jeff Jarett. All team members keep their eyes on the ring and move down the entrance ramp with a purpose. They soon enter the ring and wait for the match to begin.
Raven goes for a lock up but Bryan grabs his wrists and pulls him in, connecting with a headbutt and throwing him to the mat. Raven sits there in a bit of a daze as his opponent rains down on his head with alternating blows. After taking a few, Raven launches himself from the mat, connecting with Daniel's solar plexus with the top of his head, knocking the wind out of his opponent. Raven hooks Bryan's head and leaps into the air backwards, looking to follow through with a jumping DDT but Daniel pushes him forward at the height of his jump and Raven finds himself dumped on the top rope stomach first and getting hung up. Bryan goes for a running knee but Raven throws himself backward, landing on the apron as he grabs the top rope and launches himself at Daniel with a cross body as both men crash to the mat.
Bryan rolls through and ends up at a vertical base with Raven cradled in his arms as he throws him onto his shoulders and looks for a reverse Death Vally Driver but as he throws him, Raven swings around, kicking Daniel in the abdomen with both feet. Bryan is launched into the ropes as Raven lands in a sitting position. Daniel comes towards him using the momentum from the ropes but Raven leap frogs over him as Bryan goes into the opposite ropes, using the momentum to bring himself back again as Raven leaps and delivers a mule kick, landing on his feet as Daniel is sent to the mat, upper back first with high impact and noise.
Jim Ross: We're seeing some offensive manuevers we're not used to seeing from Raven.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: I'm surprised we're seeing Raven period. For someone that loves the sound of his own voice as much as Raven does, he's been awfully silent recently.
Raven goes to deliver an elbow drop but Bryan rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. As Raven returns to a vertical base himself, he gets blasted with a thunderous clothesline that causes him to flip backward and land on his face. Daniel grabs him by the hair and drags him across the mat, throwing him into the nearest turnbuckle. Bryan charges and splashes him in the corner, then turns around placing his hands under Raven's armpits, lifting him into the air.
Daniel goes for a crucifix powerbomb but Raven throws his legs over his head and slips out, landing on his feet in front of Bryan as he delivers a hard knee to the abdomen. Raven hooks his head as the crowd pops loudly.
But before Raven can connect with his finishing move, Bryan delivers a left punch to the abdomen and pushes him backward into the ropes. Raven launches himself off of the ropes as Daniel leaps into the air and connects with a stiff enziguiri to the back of the head. As both men crash to the mat, Bryan heads over to Raven quickly and applies the Y.E.S. Lock.
Jim Ross: He's got it cinched in! Raven may have no choice but to tap!
Bryan wrenches back on the hold, making Raven suffer in agony. Just as the "Human Cancer" is about to tap out, Dean Ambrose enters the ring and runs over, kicking Bryan in the head and exiting the ring before the referee can reprimand him. Both men get up as Raven takes a swing at Bryan who ducks his attack and rolls across the mat, stands up, and throws a back kick to the kidneys. Raven holds it in pain with the back of his palm as he and Daniel turn to face one another simultaneously. Bryan lunges at Raven when he thinks he's not paying attention but soons finds out he is as Raven throws his leg outward and forward, kicking Daniel in the chest, hooking his head and maneuvering into a spike DDT.
After impact, Raven gets up and looks down at Bryan holding the back of his head with his hands. Daniel shakes off the pain and kips up, Raven throwing another kick, the point of his boot hitting his opponent square in the chest and sending him right back to the mat. Raven takes a step backward and bends his arm upward towards himself, falling straight down with no preparation or planning and connects with an elbow drop to Bryan's throat, who rolls over onto his stomach, clutching his neck and coughing, not long after impact.
The "Human Cancer" walks over and places a knee into the small of Daniel's back, hooking his own arms under Bryan's and applying a form of camel clutch. Raven keeps the move applied for a few seconds before rolling onto his back, his hold still on Daniel, as he now had a surfboard stretch locked in. After a moment, Raven lets go and gets to his feet as Bryan rolls across the mat to get away, rising to a sitting position in the corner, looking at his opponent with an incensed look on his face, condemning Raven for toying with him. Daniel brings himself to his feet and challenges Raven to attack him, who responds with a charging elbow in the corner.
Raven delivers a few knees to the abdomen, a second or two between each, to wind Daniel a bit, before lifting him up and placing him higher up in the corner as he gradually ascended himself. As both men were on the top, the fans cheered out of anticipation for what might happen next. Raven goes to hook Daniel for a superplex, but he thrusts his head forward, headbutting Raven and knocking him off balance, causing him to crash to the mat. Bryan stands up, looking around at the crowd menacingly.
Jim Ross: Daniel Bryan's thinking flight. What could be coming up?
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: We'll see Raven nevermore, I hope.
Without a second more of delay, Bryan does a backflip and connects with a flying forearm smash. As Raven lay there in a daze from the attack, Daniel rolled him onto his face and applied the Y.E.S. Lock again. This time, as the "American Dragon" wrenches back on the hold, Raven taps out as his hand furiously slaps the mat.
Justin Roberts: Raven has been eliminated!
Daniel releases the hold as Raven exits the ring. Dean Ambrose enters the match next but instead of staying to fight, Bryan tags out to the Big Show as he steps out onto the apron and Show enters the ring.
Jim Ross: Business is about to pick up!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: If Big Show doesn't get winded throwing a single punch.
Ambrose goes right after Big Show, launching himself towards him and connecting with a double axe handle to the top of the head. Show shook it off as Dean landed on his knees at Show's feet. Show threw a punch downward but Dean leapt in the opposite direction to dodge it, landing on his feet and throwing himself at Big Show again. He collided with his arm and fell to the mat as Big Show went for an elbow drop, but Dean rolled out of the way and got to his feet quickly, running at show and connecting with a knee to the side of the head. Show rolled with the impact, laying there on his back, as Dean ascended the nearest turnbuckle.
Dean leapt off, attempting a flying elbow, but Show sidestepped to avoid it and lunged his arm forward to catch his opponent around the throat, using Dean's own momentum against him to reverse the situation into a chokeslam. Show stood up and immediately followed up with a double leg drop, one leg going across Dean's throat and the other going across Dean's abdomen. Big Show rose again, not letting up, as he grabbed Dean by both shoulders and lifted him from the mat, holding him in mid-air.
Dean's legs kicked at the air as he tried to get free. While he did this, he grabbed the inner part of his opponent's arms and tried to push them apart but when Show saw this, he chokebombed Dean with disturbing impact. To Show's surprise, Dean got up without much effort as he turned to him and smiled. Show threw a punch but Dean ducked it and ran into the ropes, taking Show to the mat with a cross body when he came off of them. Dean popped up soon after making impact and began jumping up and down, the adrenaline clearly pumping.
Jim Ross: Well just as it appears one of them is in complete control, the momentum changes, and then changes again!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Big Show better watch himself now that Ambrose is fired up.
Big Show climbed to his feet as Dean went into the ropes and came off, going for another cross body, but Show caught him and brought him to the mat with a spinebuster. Big Show looked down at Dean, huffing with frustration as he grabbed him by the ankle and wrist and dragged him to the nearest turnbuckle. Big Show climbed up top as the crowd gasped as Show looked around smiling with vicious intent as Dean lay there on the mat, still reeling from the spinebuster. To the surprise of everyone, Big Show leapt off the turnbuckle, flowing through the air with a shooting star press attempt!
Jim Ross: Oh my word!
Dean kipped up at the last second and dove through the ropes as Big Show ate nothing but canvas. Dean reached behind him before he hit the outside and grabbed the middle rope, pulling himself up onto the apron before flipping over the top rope back into the ring. Still holding the ropes, Dean pulled back on them and launched himself to the top one, leaping off and connecting with a senton leg drop. The crowd cheered as Dean rolled away to create some distance between him and Show, getting to his feet.
Jim Ross: I don't think I've ever seen such agility from these two, especially Big Show.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: I saw it and I still can't believe it.
Ambrose walked over to Show and applied an arm trap cross-legged STF, looking to eliminate Show via submission as Bryan eliminated Raven via submission, operating with an eye-for-an-eye mentality. It wasn't long before Dean got his wish as Big Show began beating his giant mitt against the mat, tapping out.
Justin Roberts: Big Show has been eliminated!
As Big Show exits the ring, Dolph Ziggler enters the fray as Dean Ambrose tags out to the former World Heavyweight Champion, Rey Mysterio.
Jim Ross: Here comes Smackdown's resident superhero!
Ziggler charges Rey, his collarbone connecting with his opponent's chin, knocking him to the mat. Ziggler drops an elbow straight into his abdomen then gets up and delivers a few stomps to it before pulling Rey to his feet and grabbing him by the neck going for a chokebomb, but as he lifts him, Rey kicks him in the chest with both feet, springing loose from the move as he does a backflip and lands on his feet. He turns around and flips, connecting with a pele' kick, knocking Ziggler into his corner. Dolph charged but RVD slapped Rey on the chest to tag himself in and the superhero fell to the mat and rolled out under the bottom rope so Dolph hit nothing but corner as RVD connected with a springboard plancha. Ziggler sat up and began climbing to his feet but RVD charged and connected with a dropkick that knocked him into the corner. Dolph fell to a sitting position as Rob placed his foot on Dolph's throat, pushing forward and choking him.
After a moment, Rob stopped choking his opponent and grabbed him by both shoulders, pulling him to his feet, but before Rob could follow up he was slapped across the face as Dolph launched himself out of the corner with a shoulder tackle. Dolph ran into the ropes and came off with a lionsault, modifying it so that his knees drove into Rob's abdomen. Ziggler stood up after making impact and followed up with a standing senton, then went to the top turnbuckle.
Jim Ross: Ziggler wrestling with Rob and Rey's high-flying style, I wasn't expecting this.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: They don't call him the "Show Off" for nothin', J.R.
Dolph went for Rob's frog splash finisher but Rey got up on the apron and pushed him off. Ziggler fell forward as Rob leapt up, catching Dolph with a spinning kick to the face. Dolph crashed and burned as Rob went to the turnbuckle, springing to the top as he stood and did his signature taunt as the crowd chanted along, "Rob! Van! Dam!" Rob goes for the move but Ziggler rolls out of the way and tags out to Bray Wyatt.
Wyatt and Rob 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 Bray gets the advantage as he pushes Van Dam back. Rob lands a kick to the side of Bray to break things up then connects with a spinning back kick, with his boot hitting his opponent's face straight on. Bray is launched backward into the ropes behind him and uses them to launch himself back towards Van Dam, who goes for another spinning back kick but Bray ducks and Rob's leg goes over him. Bray comes off the opposite ropes as Rob lands and clubs him in the back of the head with a clothesline, Rob landing flat on his face.
Jim Ross: What a move!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: It's a clothesline, Jim.
Bray steps over Van Dam with his right leg and sits down on his lower back, and wraps his arms around his face, his hands locking at Rob's chin as he applies a camel clutch and wrenches back on it. Rob writhes in the hold but Mysterio refuses to stand by and watch this as he grabs the ropes, pulls back for leverage, and launches himself into the ring, grabbing Wyatt and planting his face into the mat with a bulldog. Van Dam gets to his feet and cracks his neck as the referee scolds Rey for his interference and Bray begins to get to his feet. Rey runs forward and plants Bray with another bulldog, colliding with the referee and knocking him through the ropes to the outside.
Mysterio and Rob begin to double team Bray by stomping on his head and shoulders as Ziggler enters the ring, Rob getting up and going after him. Rob ran towards Dolph but Dolph met him with a clothesline to bring him down, then maneuvered things into a sleeper hold, pulling Rob to his feet. In the ring Van Dam is struggling in the hold as Wyatt has come to and is stomping Rey's chest in the corner. The referee is beginning to come to on the outside as this happens. Dolph sees this and releases the sleeper hold, dropping down to the mat and rolling out of the ring, grabbing Rey by the ankle and pulling him out with force as the back of his head hits the outside floor.
Wyatt turns and goes after a dazed Rob, slipping behind him and hooking a full nelson, lifting him into the air and falling forward, planting Rob face first into the mat.
Jim Ross: Ooh, what sickening impact!
Instead of going for the pin, Wyatt goes over to his team's corner and tags in Ziggler as the two switch places with Bray going onto the ring apron and Dolph entering the ring. Dolph charges Van Dam, who's on his hands and knees as he begins to get up, and catches him square in the jaw with a running knee. Rob spins and lands on his back again, kicking his feet into the air before they fall flat. Dolph grabs him by his hair, pulls him forward by it and throws him backward into the corner. Dolph goes for a kick to the face but Rob rolls out of the corner and dives, clipping the knee and bringing Ziggler to the mat onto his back and the back of his head.
Rob ends up in the corner as he gets to his feet and slaps Wyatt off the apron to the outside where Mysterio is waiting with a dropkick that catches him in mid-air and sends him into the ringside barricade. Van Dam then leaps up and pushes off the turnbuckle with his feet, launching himself into a moonsault of sorts as he caught Dolph around the neck and brought him to the mat again with a hurricanrana variation, as Rob hit the mat and Dolph was launched into the opposite corner.
Jim Ross: What teamwork from the Justice League!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Who writes this stuff, DC Comics?
Van Dam runs ahead of Dolph and hooks his head, executing a shiranui as Ziggler's face is driven into the mat. 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 the Five-Star Frog Splash. On the outside, Bray and Rey had been trading punches, as Bray hit an uppercut and slammed Mysterio's face into the barricade, then ran towards the ring apron and leapt onto it. Before Rob could jump, Wyatt launched himself over the ropes and threw his leg upward and outward, connecting with a superkick! Bray hit the mat and rolled to his feet as Van Dam fell forward, crash landing on his face.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Now THAT was impressive!
The referee scolds Wyatt as Dolph goes for the pin. Bray exits the ring as the referee turns around and notices the situation, then begins counting.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Rob kicks out!
The crowd pops for the kick-out as Dolph gets to his feet and prepares his next attack. Rob kips up as Dolph swings at him but Rob sidesteps and connects with a right of his own. He chops Dolph across the chest and whips him into the corner, and Dolph hits back first as Rob is close behind, connecting with a running knee lift. Rob sets up for a DDT out of the corner but Dolph pushes him off and Rob hits the mat on his feet and goes staggering into the referee, knocking him down as he falls towards his own corner where Bray is waiting on the apron and smashes him with the Money in the Bank briefcase!
The fans in attendance erupt into boos as Dolph covers Van Dam, the referee coming to just in time to count.
Jim Ross: This is heinous.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Rob kicks out!
The crowd is red hot with excitement as Van Dam gets the shoulder up. Rob begins crawling towards his team's corner where Ambrose, Mysterio, and Jarrett are all standing by for a tag.
Jim Ross: Van Dam needs to make the tag badly, can he do it?
Rob is an inch away from Mysterio when Ziggler grabs him by the ankle, drags him to the center of the ring, hooks his leg, and applies an STF.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: I guess not.
Dolph wrenches back with all his might as Van Dam struggles not to submit, his face red and wet with perspiration and several small streams of blood from where he was struck by the briefcase. Rob tries with all his might to pry Dolph's hands apart as everyone in the arena is cheering "RVD! RVD!"and stomping and clapping as Mysterio is doing the same from the apron. Just when it seemed impossible, Rob pried Dolph's hands apart and used nearly all his strength to stand up with Dolph 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.
Rey Mysterio leapt over the top rope into the ring and came in like a house of fire, striking Dolph to the mat every time he got up. Bray Wyatt slid into the ring and went to attack, but Rey planted him with a spinebuster and then a standing moonsault! After impact, Rey was back up as Dolph came off the ropes, catching him and connected with a flapjack onto Bray. Wyatt rolled out of the ring as Dolph got to his feet and the referee came to. Rey leapt up and caught Dolph in the side of the chin with an enziguiri, sending Dolph turning and staggering forward as he fell over the middle rope. Mysterio smiled and looked around as the crowd cheered, knowing what he was thinking.
Jim Ross: It's time to dial it up!
Rey ran into the ropes and grabbed them, swinging around and connecting with the 619, much to the satisfaction of the crowd in attendance. Rey immediately went for the pin as the referee counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Dolph gets the shoulder up!
The crowd booed the kick-out as Rey got to his feet and Dolph began to get there. Rey struck Dolph across the face, who came back with a right of his own that knocked Rey back again. Rey winded up for another punch but Dolph ducked it and slipped behind him, connecting with the Zig Zag! Dolph covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin Roberts: Rey Mysterio has been eliminated!
Mysterio exits the ring as Ambrose goes to re-enter but Rob stops him, turning to Dean and asking for the right to defend Rey's honor. Dean returns to the apron as Rob enters the ring.
Jim Ross: Look at the heart of Rob Van Dam, the mark of a true friend!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Save that lovey-dovey crap for the Lifetime channel, J.R., this is a man's sport!
Van Dam levels Dolph with a spinning kick out of nowhere to get things started. He picks Ziggler up by the hair and pulls him to his knees, then starts teeing off on the forehead with repeated punches. Dolph gets to his feet and slaps Rob across the face, who in turn punches Ziggler harder, knocking him on his butt. Dolph gets to his feet again, delivering a chop to the chest of his opponent as Rob retaliates with a headbutt and an irish whip into the corner. Rob runs after Dolph and clotheslines him in the corner then follows up with a hip toss to the mat that he executes with a lot of snap. Dolph pops up to his knees holding his back as Rob charges and knees him in the back of the neck, bringing him to the mat on his face.
Rob stomps on the back of Ziggler, who's trying to push himself up with his arms, but to no avail as the impact from the stomping is preventing him from successfully extending his arms all the way. Rob drops an elbow onto the top of Dolph's head and then steps over him, sitting on his back and applying a camel clutch. Ziggler struggles in the hold as Rob wrenches back on the move, trying to get his opponent to quit, but Dolph refuses. Rob gets tired of playing around so he releases the hold and stands up, stomping Dolph in the head a few times and then creating some distance between the two of them.
Jim Ross: What a mean streak we're seeing on display.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Come on Dolph, this kid should be mincemeat by now!
Van Dam runs into the ropes and comes off of them, going for Rolling Thunder, but Dolph gets out of the way and Rob hits nothing but mat, popping up to his knees and holding his lower back in pain. Ziggler runs around behind him and stands him up, cutting him right back down in a split-second with the Zig Zag! The crowd boos as Dolph covers Van Dam.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin Roberts: Rpb Van Dam has been eliminated!
As Van Dam exits the ring, Ambrose re-enters the match as Ziggler tags in Bray Wyatt.
Jim Ross: It is now four-on-two in favor of Team Y.E.S. Dean Ambrose and Jeff Jarrett against Bray Wyatt, Damien Sandow, Daniel Bryan, and Dolph Ziggler.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: It's not impossible, but it's going to be difficult for Team Wolfe to win this one.
As both men approach each other, Wyatt delivers a knee to the abdomen of Ambrose, slipping behind his opponent and locking his arms around his waist, trying to lift him off the mat. Dean turns and elbows Bray in the side of the head, breaking the hold as he turns around and comes face-to-face with him, rocking his head back and then forward, connecting with a devastating headbutt that takes Wyatt off his balance as he falls back into the ropes.
Dean grabs his wrist and guides him from the ropes, looking to whip him into the opposite ones, but Wyatt stops himself in the middle of the ring and instead whips Ambrose into the opposite ropes. Sandow delivers a punch to the upper back before Dean is sent in the direction of Wyatt, who goes for a big boot attempt that Dean sidesteps, Wyatt connecting with nothing but mat, the force of which jars him a bit.
Ambrose turns Wyatt and fires into his face with a left-handed jab, then another, and another to make it a three-piece before hitting him with a right punch. The crowd was cheering but Bray wasn't amused as he fired back with a right punch of his own, knocking Dean on his butt and running into the ropes, firing back and leaping into the air, drawing his legs in and extending them quickly, catching Ambrose in the face with both feet. The attack was delivered with vicious impact as Dean's head violently snapped against the mat. Wyatt grabbed Dean by the hair and dragged him over to his team's corner, holding his arms behind him as Sandow reached over the top rope and slapped him across the face.
Jim Ross: What blatant disrespect!
Sandow pulled his fist back to punch the restrained Ambrose, but Dean threw his legs up, kicking them out and connecting with Damien's abdomen, sending him flying off of the apron. The crowd cheered and Dean went to focus on Wyatt next but Bray fell backward, launching Ambrose through the air and driving him onto his head, Dean able to see his own feet beside him as Wyatt had him rolled up in a form of bridging suplex pin. The referee covered.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Just as it seemed like the match was over, Jeff Jarrett ran into the ring and delivered a boot to the side of Bray's head, sending him rolling onto his face. He grabbed Dean's legs and got him out of the predicament, dragging him over to their corner and slipping out of the ring before the referee could reprimand him. The fans were riled up, trying to will Ambrose on, who was mere inches from tagging his partner in, crawling over to the corner.
The crowd got hotter the closer Dean got, and as they were a second away from tagging, Wyatt grabbed the leg of Ambrose and dragged him to the center of the ring, away from Jarrett's hand, rendering him unable to tag. Bray walked over to Damien, who had returned to the ring apron, and tagged him in. Sandow entered the ring, angry at what Ambrose had done to him earlier, as he wasted no time in attacking, beginning with stomps to the upper back and back of the head of his opponent.
Jim Ross: Dean Ambrose not in a good situation right now.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: If he gets kicked in the head correctly, he could be on the receiving end of a concussion. I kinda hope he gets one, those loopy promos were hilarious.
Just as the commentators express this, Ambrose grabs the leg of Sandow and flips him onto his back. He makes his way quickly over to his corner and leaps, tagging in Jeff Jarrett as the roof nearly comes off of the arena.
Jim Ross: And business is about to pick up!
Jarrett comes into the match a house of fire as he runs to the corner of Team Y.E.S. and leaps, taking Bray Wyatt off of the apron with a double dropkick. He lands on the mat and springs to his feet, doing the same to Sandow as he gets up, landing the "Intellectual Savior" face first into the nearest turnbuckle. Jeff runs over and leaps into the air again, landing both knees in the back of Sandow as he grabs his shoulders and falls back, connecting with a variation of the backstabber, except when Jeff lands, he holds Damien for a moment, grabbing his arms and pinning them to the mat, holding him over his knees. Jarrett lets go of the hold and stands up as Damien places his hands on the mat, pushing himself up as he climbs to his feet. As he does, Jeff runs over and connects with a leg drop bulldog, driving Sandow into the mat.
Jeff went over to his team's corner and tagged Ambrose back in who went after Sandow, going for a falling double axe handle. Sandow rolled out of the way to avoid it and rolled all the way to his corner, tagging Bray Wyatt in. Ambrose went after Bray, who swung at him with a wide right but Dean ducked and lifted him onto his shoulder so that Bray's head was dangling over Dean's back by his waist. Dean held him in place by holding his leg with one arm, applying a headlock with the other arm, bending Wyatt into a circle. As the crowd popped, Ambrose fell into a seated position, driving Bray's head into the mat.
Jim Ross: Midnight Special! Midnight Special!
Ambrose covered Wyatt as the arena came unglued.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin Roberts: Bray Wyatt has been eliminated!
As Bray reluctantly left the ring, Sandow re-entered the match as Ambrose tagged back out to Jarrett. Jeff enters the ring but before Dean can exit it, Damien charges across the ring and connects with a double clothesline, sending Jeff into the corner and Ambrose through the ropes to the outside. Sandow began unloading on Jeff with punches to the head. Jarrett threw his arm upward, successfully blocking one of the punches, and stepped out of the corner with authority as he whipped his head forward and connected with a headbutt. Sandow took a few steps back, shaking off the daze as Jeff whipped forward again, connecting with another headbutt.
Jeff threw a punch and knocked Damien into the ropes, grabbing him around the wrist with both hands, whipping him into the opposite ropes where Dean was waiting on the apron. Damien stopped himself but Ambrose reached through the ropes and locked his arms around Sandow's waist, going for a belly-to-belly suplex to the outside padding. Before he could, Sandow brought his arms in, sandwiching Dean's head between his forearms, then locked his arms around Dean's waist and hit a belly-to-belly suplex over the ropes and crashing down on top of Jeff.
Jim Ross: Good word!
Jeff was getting up from the mat as Sandow charged him and connected with a double axe handle to the back of the head, taking him back down. Jeff caught himself with his hands and began to get to his feet again, turning to face Sandow as he connected with a superkick out of nowhere! Sandow went to cover him but Ambrose dove at him and connected with a shoulder to the midsection, bringing him down to the mat as he unloaded with mounted punches.
The referee came over and pulled Dean off of him as Sandow sat up and slapped him across the face. Dean got angrier and charged forward, trying to break free of the referee's hold, but it was to no avail as the ref pulled him to a vertical base and began scolding him.
Ambrose argued with the referee as Bryan and Sandow double teamed Jarrett behind his back. After realizing what was happening, Dean stopped arguing with the referee and returned to the ring apron but Daniel Bryan thought quickly, also returning to the apron without the referee being any the wiser regarding what had just gone down. Jeff began to get to his feet where Sandow was readying another superkick. Jeff got to a vertical base and Sandow attempted the move, but Jeff caught his leg and brought him to the mat, applying a kneeling inverted sharpshooter.
Jim Ross: Jarrett turning things around with emphasis.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: It's not a sleeper hold, but it's effective looking enough.
Jeff was facing the stage as he had Sandow writhing in the move. Bryan entered the ring and threw his leg upward, connecting with a high knee to the back of the head, exiting the ring soon after impact. Jeff fell forward and Sandow maneuvered, flipping him into a sit-down pinning predicament.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Jeff kicks out!
Sandow pushes Jarrett off of him as Jeff rolls into a seated position, both men placing their hands at their sides on the mat and pushing themselves to their feet. Jeff connects with a right hand to the face of Sandow, who rocks with the impact and then fires back with a right hand of his own. Jeff rocks back with the impact as Sandow delivers a standing dropkick, connecting perfectly and sending Jarrett flying backwards through the ropes to the outside.
Once on the outside, Daniel Bryan wasted no time in dropping down from the apron and attacking him with a running kick to the head. Now that Jarrett was groggy, Daniel hooked his head and applied pressure, then started delivering punches to his stomach. Ambrose ran over as Bryan suplexed Jeff hard to the ground. Ambrose attacked Bryan as he was getting up, hooking his arms around his waist quickly and connecting with a release German suplex that sent him into the ring barricade.
As Ambrose got up, Sandow came through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men into the ringside barricade. As Jeff came to, Ziggler connected with a cross body off the apron.
Jim Ross: Bodies literally everywhere!
The referee surveys the outside situation and begins to count the legal men out, shouting out the numbers he counts as he shouts them.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
At this point in the count, no one on the outside of the ring is stirring.
FOUR!
...
FIVE!
...
SIX!
...
Jeff and Bryan began to get to their feet, as did Sandow and Ambrose, who were both holding their head from the collision with the barricade.
SEVEN!
...
EIGHT!
...
Jeff re-entered the ring, followed closely behind by Sandow, breaking up the referee's count. Both men got to their feet as Jeff charged Sandow and speared him, snapping the ropes loose as both men went flying to the outside, Sandow crashing into the barricade back first and Jarrett hitting it head first. Sandow lay there dazed in a sitting position as Jarrett rolled onto his back, out cold. Ambrose and Bryan were trading punches as the count began again.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
Jim Ross: The intensity continues to escalate as the ring is now missing ropes on one side!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: These guys have lost their minds, Jim. I love it!
THREE!
...
FOUR!
...
FIVE!
...
Ambrose walks over to where Jarrett is and looks down at him, pulling him to his feet and rolling him into the ring. Bryan spins Dean around and knees him in the groin, grabbing the back of his head and throwing him into the steel steps. The referee's count is now up to seven.
SEVEN!
...
EIGHT!
...
Sandow gets to his feet wobbily as he makes his way towards the ring.
NINE!
...
Damien is leaning over the apron.
TEN!
Justin Roberts: Damien Sandow has been eliminated!
As Sandow turns to leave, Jarrett grabs Daniel Bryan and pulls him up through the ropes into the ring, taking him down instantly with an impaler DDT. Daniel lay there on the mat in a daze as Jeff falls from a sitting position onto his back. Ziggler returned to the apron in his corner as on the opposite side of the ring, Ambrose did the same, climbing onto the apron and standing in his corner. The referee began to count them down as both men crawled towards their respective tag partners.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
Jarrett is half-way to Ambrose as Bryan is about a fourth of the way to Ziggler.
FOUR!
...
FIVE!
...
SIX!
...
Jeff is inches away from Ambrose, reaching out for the tag as Daniel stands up, revealing he was playing possum as he turns around and runs towards Jarrett, grabbing his ankle and dragging him to the center of the ring. Bryan applies the Y.E.S. Lock.
Jim Ross: What an underhanded and dirty set-up!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Are you kidding? It's brilliant!
Jarrett begins to fade in the hold as he has no choice but to tap out.
Justin Roberts: Jeff Jarrett has been eliminated!
Ambrose furiously enters the match as he swings wildly downward upon entry, raining down on the head of Bryan with punches. Daniel manages to get to his feet, absorbing the punches every inch of the way, as he pushes Dean off of him and into the ropes. Dean comes off of them as Bryan goes for a spear but Dean stops him dead with a rising knee to the face. Ambrose hooks the hunched Bryan like he's going for an inverted front powerslam but instead turns him and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker.
Daniel rolls off his knee and sits there on the mat, crying out in pain. Ambrose throws a kick forward but Daniel lays back to dodge it and brings his arm up, punching Dean in the groin. Ambrose brings his leg down and holds his groin in pain as Daniel slips behind him and connects with a sitout rear mat slam, rolling him up and going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Dean kicks out!
As the pin is broken up, both men return to their feet and go back on the offensive as Dean throws a knee into the sternum of Bryan. Dean grabs him by the shoulder and straightens him out of his hunched position, slapping the taste out of his mouth. Bryan turned and looked at Dean furiously as he got up in his face and the two stood nearly nose-to-nose. Dean reared his head back and connected with the top of Daniel's, following his headbutt with an underhand left to the abdomen. Daniel swung at Ambrose but misses as Dean ducks and hooks his arms around Orton, lifting him up and dropping him groin first onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Bryan holds his groin in pain as Dean scoops him up in both arms, holding him horizontally. Dean drops to one knee, dropping Daniel across it with a backbreaker, allowing him to roll off of it onto the mat as he held his back in pain.
Daniel sits up from the mat and throws a punch at the knee of Ambrose, who steps out of the way and rains down on top of Bryan's head with a punch of his own. Daniel retaliates with a punch to the stomach, grabbing Dean's side as he pulls himself to his feet. Bryan throws the side of his knee into Dean's solar plexus, then follows up with a European uppercut. Dean staggers backward and Bryan kicks him in the stomach, hooking his head and twisting his own body around, dropping down and connecting with a modified backbreaker.
Dean rolls after impact and is now holding himself up on his hands and knees as Bryan charges from the other side of the ring, punt kicking him in the ribs, sending him onto his side then flat on his back as Ambrose lay there holding his ribs with his arms. Bryan leapt into the air, bending his legs back so that when he landed, he drove his knees directly into the chest and abdomen of Ambrose. Bryan grabs Dean by the hair on the top of his head and pulls him to a sitting position. His hand slides down and is now clenching the hair on the back of his head, throwing stiff punches into Dean's forehead with his free hand, his knuckles beginning to draw blood.
Jim Ross: Dean Ambrose, the last member of his team, getting picked apart by the "American Dragon"!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: It's all over but the cryin', Jim.
Bryan continues to rain down with fierce blows until Dean throws his arm in front of his face and blocks one of the punches, taking advantage of the distraction to throw a punch into Bryan's exposed jaw with his free hand. Dean locks his arms around Bryan's shoulder, turning and falling onto his back as Bryan was thrown in an arm drag predicament, and now found himself lying next to Dean, who had turned his body and draped his legs across the upper body of his opponent, trapping Bryan's forearm between his thighs as he wrenched backward with an armbar.
Bryan sits up as much as he can, writhing in pain as he used his free arm to throw punches onto any area of Dean he could reach. In his struggle, Bryan manages to turn himself almost completely as he places his hand on Dean's back, standing up and lifting him then dropping him in what looked like a half-powerbomb. Dean rolled across the mat, releasing Bryan's arm and holding the back of his head in pain as Bryan rolls in the opposite direction, holding his arm. Bryan leans against the nearest turnbuckle, resting his shoulder against the padding as Ambrose stands up in the corner diagnally across from him, trying to shake off the daze as the crowd erupts in cheers.
Jim Ross: Don't just stand there, seize the momentum, kid!
Dean comes to and charges across the ring, using his momentum to sandwich Bryan between himself and the corner with a body splash. Dean irish whips Bryan into the corner he was just in then charges and connects with another body splash, then irish whips him into the corner directly parallel to where they were and connects with a third splash in succession. Dean allows Bryan to stagger forward out of the corner as he slips behind him, applying a full nelson and connecting with his elevated double chickenwing wheelbarrow facebuster finisher as the crowd erupts into cheers.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Goodness gracious great balls of fire, what a move!
Jim Ross: He calls that the "Hook and Ladder".
Ambrose covers Bryan as the referee comes over to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Justin Roberts: Daniel Bryan has been eliminated!
Ziggler enters the ring quickly and as Ambrose is getting to his feet, Dolph connects with the Zig Zag! The crowd boos as Dolph rolls Ambrose up tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Dolph Ziggler!
Jim Ross: Well after such a hard fought match, I understand why he did what he did, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Team Y.E.S. wins, life goes on. No use blubberin' about it. J.R.
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Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Leapers Fort, Tennesse, weighing in at 256 pounds, he is; the "Cowboy" James Storm!
SORRY...ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
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The fans fill the arena with cheers as the theme song of James Storm hits the PA system. The Cowboy is seen walking through the curtain with a beer bottle in one hand. Storm takes a sip of the beer before hoisting the bottle in the air as the pyro shoots of behind him.
The pyro ceases and Storm continues walking down the ramp towards the ring. Storm enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle before taking another sip of his beer. He gets down and waits for his opponent.
Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontraio, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds; Christian!
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"Just Close Your Eyes" by Story Of The Year can be heard bellowing out of the arena's PA system, signalling the imminent arrival of Captain Charisma, Christian. Although many UWF fans can be seen singing along with the theme music, it's not due to their enjoyment of the arriving Christian, rather due to the fact they just enjoy the song. Just five to ten seconds after the commencement of his theme music, Christian emerges from the back sporting a smirk on his face as he looks around at the booing audience. Christian only momentarily stands on the stage before choosing to make his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Fans can be seen hurling abuse at the charismatic man, but Christian doesn't acknowledge the jeers whatsoever, as he is focused on his objective. Christian reaches the bottom of the ramp, rounds the corner and walks up the steel steps, before approaching the ring ropes. Christian walks along the ring apron, wipes his feet and enters the ring.
The bell rings and this very personal bout between James Storm and Christian is underway. The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Out of the two, James Storm is the stronger so he pushes Christian backwards onto the far ropes. Storm grabs Christian by the arm and Irish whips him to the opposing side of the ring. Christian runs the far ropes and comes back at Storm, who delivers a shoulder block. This sends Captain Charisma to the canvas. Storm then runs the ropes perpendicular to Christian and comes back at him, where Christian rolls onto his stomach and Storm hops over him. Storm continues to run the ropes as Christian gets back to his feet and leapfrogs the incoming Cowboy. Storm stops in his tracks as Christian lands on his feet. Christian quickly turns around, only to eat a right hand from Storm. This sends Christian back down and Storm goes for the first cover of the match…
1…
2…
Christian kicks out!
King: With everything Christian has done to James Storm and Storm’s best friend, Christian needs to be prepared for a fight.
Cole: What did Christian do? He tried to put the past behind him and Storm had to go and bring it right back up. James Storm brought this butt kicking on himself.
Storm grabs Christian by the neck and throws Christian into the near corner. As Christian sits in the corner, Storm begins to physically assault him with right hands to the side of the head. One after another, each right hand hits Christian with more force than the previous. After delivering several quick right hands, Storm steps back towards the center of the ring before blindly charging towards Christian. Christian in turn, counters by shifting his body through the middle rope and turning upside down, hitting Storm with an upside down Tiger Feint Kick. This sends Storm stumbling to the canvas as Christian stands on the apron. Captain Charisma soon climbs from the apron to the top rope and as James Storm pushes himself off the canvas, Christian leaps off, stretching his body out and landing on top of Storm with a High Crossbody Block. Christian’s momentum takes Storm to the canvas and Christian hooks the back leg…
1…
2…
Storm kicks out!
Both men manage to get to their feet and the same time and as soon as they do, James Storm cocks back and attempts the Last Call Superkick. But Christian sees it coming and immediately ducks out of the ring. Storm looks at Christian, who has a look of fear on his face. The Boston fans begin to cheer “Cowboy†over and over as Christian stands on the outside, hesitant to get back into the ring. With Captain Charisma standing on the outside, the referee begins to count him out…
1…
2…
3…
4…
Cole: Christian knows he needs to avoid that Last Call at all costs!
5…
6…
James Storm gets tired of waiting and charges towards the ropes, leaping through the middle and taking Christian down with a suicide dive, breaking the count in the process. Storm gets back to his feet and dusts himself off as the fans continue to cheer. Storm quickly grabs Christian by the head, lifting him off the canvas and throwing him back into the ring, before entering himself and going for a cover…
1…
2…
Christian kicks out!
King: And Christian holds on for just a bit longer!
As Christian kicks out, Storm gets to his feet and walks to the far side of the ring, exiting through the middle rope. Storm walks across the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Christian to get to his feet. As Christian uses the ropes to get to his feet, he sees Storm out of the corner of his eye and dives at the ropes, shaking them and causing Storm to fall groin first onto the top turnbuckle…
Cole: Not the best way to spend a Sunday night!
King: And now you’re stealing Tazz’s lines! Great!
Christian goes right after James Storm, who is perfect prey for the predator that is Captain Charisma. Christian throws a right hand directly into Storm’s face before climbing to the top and meeting the Cowboy on the top. Christian throws a few more hands at Storm, keeping the Cowboy subdued. Christian then grabs Storm by the arm and throws it over his shoulder before bringing Storm off the top with a vicious top rope superplex…
Cole: Oh My!
The ring shakes upon impact as both men crash down hard on it. Both men lie on the mat motionless as the referee has no choice but to count them both out…
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
Christian drapes his arm over Storm’s body!
1…
2…
Storm rolls a shoulder!
Cole: And now it’s Storm who is barely kicking out!
Christian staggers back to his feet and heads to the far side of the ring. He drops down into his three point stance and begs James Storm to get to his feet. Christian starts bouncing around the ring similar to the way his best friend Edge does. James Storm pulls himself to his feet and Christian runs right out of the corner, looking for the Spear. But in similar fashion to how Christian had the Last Call scouted, James Storm has the Spar scouted. As Christian lowers his head, Storm raises his right boot directly into Christian’s face. Christian staggers backwards and Storm recovers long enough to deliver a high impact clothesline before going for yet another cover…
1…
2…
Christian kicks out!
King: Both men have been going back and forth!
Cole: In a match that has become this personal, both men have pride on the line.
Storm gets back to his feet and motions to the crowd that it’s time for the “Whirly Birdâ€. Christian staggers to a knee and James Storm goes right to him, putting Christian’s head between and trying to lift Christian off the canvas. Christian blocks. This doesn’t stop Storm from trying to lift Christian again, and for the second time, Christian blocks. James Storm tries for a third time, but this time Christian counters and sends Storm over head with a back body drop. Christian drops to a knee as Storm’s back hits the mat hard. Christian gets back to his feet before staggering back towards Storm and the near corner. Christian grabs Storm by the head before lifting him to a knee. Captain Charisma applies a front face lock to Storm before making his way to the middle rope. Christian gestures to his peeps, who boo him before pushing himself off the middle rope and rotating in middle arm, spiking Storm’s skull onto the canvas with a Tornado DDT. Storm’s body lies motionless on the canvas as Christian goes for another cover…
1…
2…
Storm barely rolls a shoulder!
Christian gets to a knee and begins clapping in slow rhythmic motion. Although he’s a heel, the fans begin clapping as well. Everyone in the arena knows what’s coming next. Everyone that is except The Cowboy…
Cole: And it seems like the Killswitch is on its way!
Christian continues to clap as Storm gets up. Storm gets to a vertical base and Christian grabs both of his arms, hooking them and spinning…
King: Killswitch Engage!
Christian looks prepared to flip the switch, but before he can, Storm breaks the grip on his arms and pushes Christian in the back. Christian runs the far ropes and comes back at Storm, who kicks him in the stomach. Christian doubles over and Storm grabs him by the head bringing him to the canvas with a Stone Cold Stunner!
Cole: Stunner to Christian! Stunner to Christian!
Christian flops over near the ropes and Storm crawls over to a cover…
1…
2…
Christian gets his foot under the bottom rope!
3…
Cole: No! It’s The Great American Bash all over again!
The bell doesn’t sound. This time, this official notices where Christian’s foot is positioned and waves the count off. Storm gets back to his feet, raising his hand in victory. The official tells Storm that he didn’t win and points to Christian’s foot. Storm sighs out of frustration and goes back to work…
King: And it’s back to the drawing board for James Storm!
Storm heads to the far side of the ring and begins to tap his foot. The fans begin clapping and stomping as well. They know what’s coming. On the far side of the ring, Christian pulls himself up and as he does, Storm leaps out of the corner, looking for the Last Call Superkick…
Cole: Here it comes!
At the last second, Christian ducks under the Last Call and runs the far ropes. Christian bounces off them and come back at Storm, who turns around just in time for Christian to deliver a rib-cracking Spear. Storm grabs his midsection in pain as Christian goes for another cover…
1…
2…
Storm rolls a shoulder!
After Storm kicks out again, Christian rolls under the bottom rope and onto the ring apron. Christian climbs from the apron to the top rope, slapping his chest before leaping off and performing a Frog Splash. Before Christian can connect, Storm gets his knees up and Christian crashes down hard on them. Christian rolls around the ring in pain as Storm gets back up to his feet. Storm rests on the ropes as Christian pushes himself to his feet, holding his midsection. As Christian gets up, Storm lets go off the ropes and goes at Christian, kicking him dead in the face with the Last Call Superkick…
King: Last Call!
Christian goes down like a ton of bricks and Storm falls on top of him…
1…
2…
Christian kicks out at 2 ½
Cole: No way!
Storm can’t believe it
He looks at the referee, who only holds two fingers. Storm curses at the official and Christian before going back on the attack. The Cowboy watches as Captain Charisma pushes himself off the mat and as Christian gets to a vertical base, Storm gives the double bird salute in homage to Steve Austin before delivering a swift boot to the stomach and going for another Stunner. Christian has this one scouted and as Storm reachs for his head, Christian pushes Storm in the back and Storm collides with the referee, sending the man in the striped shirt down…
Cole: I swear these officials are so fragile!
Storm realizes what he’s done, but there’s nothing he can do about it now. He turns around and Christian runs right at him going for another Spear. Storm is rady for him though and as Christian lower his head, Storm leaves his feet and grabs Christian by the skull, bringing both of his knees directly into Christian’s face…
King: Closing Time!
Storm takes Christian down with the Double Knee Facebuster and knowing that the referee is down, refuses to go for a cover. Instead, Storm tries to wake the referee up. He shakes and shakes the official, but it’s to no avail. On the other side of the ring, Christian is crawling towards the far corner, hoping to get away from Storm. Storm continues to push and move the referee in an attempt to revive him but it’s not working. He turns his attention back to Christian, who has his back to Storm….
Cole: Christian’s up to something!
What James Storm does not realize is that Christian has taken possession of the beer bottle that James Storm brings to the ring before every match. Christian coddles the bottle close to his chest, hiding it from Storm’s sight. Storm grabs Christian by the shoulder and turns him around and Christian brings the bottle down across the top of Storm’s head.
King: What a crook! He just broke that beer bottle over Storm’s head!
Glass shatters everywhere as the bottle breaks over Storm’s skull. The Cowboy drops like a sack of potatoes and Christian sees the referee show signs of life, so he jumps on top of Storm, hooking both legs for extra measure…
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King: Come on! Not like this!
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3…
Justin Roberts: The winner of this match, Christian!
Christian gets to his feet and celebrates as “Just Close Your Eyes†plays again. The official raises his hand in victory, but Christian quickly shakes him off. Captain Charisma rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, hoping that he can finally put this whole ordeal behind him. This is where Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
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Tazz: Well Joe, are you ready?
Joey Styles: After what we saw earlier tonight, I know the combatants are. This one's going to be a war, Tazz.
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: The following contest is a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match for the NXT Extreme Championship! The door will be locked and the top of the cage will be covered in barbed wire, and the only way to win will be via pinfall or submission! Introducing first...
"GORE! GORE! GORE!"
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The crowd unites into a chorus of cheers as "Stampede" by Dale Oliver roars over the PA system. Jonathan Coachman and the man himself walk out onto the stage as Rhino throws his arms into the air, inciting more cheers from the crowd.
Christy Hemme: From Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds. He is the "Man Beast", Rhino!
As Rhino prepares to charge the ring, Sting comes charging out from behind the curtain and hits him in the back of the head with the top of his bat. Rhino falls onto his face as Sting swings downward with the bat, Rhino rolling out of the way to avoid the attack, as the sound of the bat hitting the metal of the ramp and stage is heard quite audibly. Rhino grabs Sting's wrist and pulls him in, delivering a monkey flip to send Sting to the ramp on his back.
Rhino rolls backward, his legs going over his head, as he gets to a vertical base and turns around. Sting is in a sitting position climbing to his feet as Rhino grabs the bat that was dropped and swings at Sting like his head was a baseball but Sting leaps out of the way and Rhino accidentally hits a fan across the face as a few teeth go flying out of his mouth. Sting grabs Rhino by the back of the head and drives him face first into the top of the barricade, then irish whips him the rest of the way down the ramp as Rhino connects violently with the steel steps, which seem to explode on impact.
Joey Styles: So, has the match even officially started?
Tazz: I'd say it's wise to let them dictate that, Joe.
Upon collision with the steps, Rhino dropped the bat as Sting walks over and grabs it, opening his trenchcoat and placing it inside. Sting grabs Rhino and pulls him to a vertical base, Rhino pushing him backward violently, causing Sting to react with a violent push of his own. Rhino charges in response as Sting slides into the ring to avoid it, the "Man Beast" following after. Rhino chases Sting, who exits the ring on the opposite side by stepping through the middle rope. Sting lands on his feet as Rhino goes for a suicide dive, but half-way through Sting hits him in the head with his bat, leaving Rhino hanging over the middle rope in a daze.
Sting pulls the rope away, causing Rhino to fall to the mat, then grabs him by the wrists and pulls him forward until his upper body is hanging out of the ring and the other half is still inside of it. Sting goes over to the ringside official and grabs a microphone, then returns to where he was.
Lower the cage.
Joey Styles: Is he nuts?
Tazz: Do you really need that question answa'd?
Sting looks up and the cage isn't budging as he gets frustrated.
I said lower it! I am the interim General Manager of NXT and I will have you fired if you don't lower this cage!
The cage begins to descend as an evil smile appears on the face of the champion. Rhino begins to stir but Sting hauls off and drills him in the head with the microphone, following this up with several rapid shots in close succession. Rhino slumps back down in a daze as the cage lowers onto his back, Sting motioning for the person in control of it to stop it there, and the cage does. Sting grabs Rhino by the hair with his left hand and pulls upward, pulling his right hand back as he makes a tight fist.
Sting delivers a stiff punch to the forehead of his opponent as he cocks back again and unloads with another punch, taunting the crowd. Sting tires of this and motions for the cage to be raised again, and it is lifted off of Rhino, Sting motioning for it to be halted once it has been raised enough for him to enter the ring.
Tazz: Definite abuse a' powa' we're seein' here.
As Sting turns his attention away from the people in the back and motioning to and puts it back on his opponent, he sees that Rhino had taken advantage of Sting's state of distraction as he attempts a suicide dive again, this time connecting with it as both men collide with the ring barricade. Rhino gets to his feet holding his ribs for a moment, but shakes it off as he grabs Sting by the hair on the top of his head and the back of his tights and hurls him from where they're standing, through the opening between the top and middle rope, and into the ring. The cage descends and locks into place, the referee locking the door as the bell is rung to signify the official beginning of the contest.
DING DING!
Sting gets to his feet as both men lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. That situation didn't last long as Rhino pulled Sting into a side headlock. Sting tried to fight out of it but Rhino reversed the situation into a successful bulldog. Sting got to his feet and was hit in between the eyes with a hard right hand. He returned with a hard left, then continued to unload on Rhino until the War Machine found himself against the ropes. Rhino connected with a throat thrust and then a spinning back kick to try and knock Sting into the cage, but Sting held onto the ropes. He headbutted Rhino in the collarbone as he threw himself from the ropes, then connected with a throat thrust of his own before chopping him across the chest and knocking him to the mat. Rhino got up and Sting kicked him in the knee, bringing him down to one, then connected with a hard left kick to the side of the head, bringing the challenger down.
Rhino pushed himself up with his arms as Sting leapt onto his back, locking his arms around Rhino's head and applying a sleeper hold. Rhino got to his feet regardless as Sting locked his legs around his waist, turning it into a body scissors as well. Sting applied pressure but Rhino reached up and back, grabbing him by the back of the neck with both hands and threw him over his shoulder into the corner with a lot of force. Sting landed upside down as Rhino put him in the tree of woe and started stomping his body repeatedly. After about five stomps, Sting threw himself upward, the next kick landing on the small of his back, placing his hands on the turnbuckle padding as he pulled his legs free and threw them backward, kicking Rhino in the face and knocking him on his back as Sting landed on his feet, turning around to face him.
Tazz: Well I gotta admit, after all the fighting that these two have been doin', I wasn't expecting ta' see any wrestling.
Joey Styles: You and me both. Still, I can't help but wonder how long it'll be before it dissolves into chaos again.
Sting got up on the turnbuckle as Rhino got to his feet, then launched himself like a missile and hit Rhino in the shoulder with his shoulder and in the chest with the point of his elbow, bringing both men crashing to the mat. Sting popped to his feet and ran to the nearest turnbuckle, perching himself atop it. He leapt into a cross body attempt but Rhino stood up and threw his leg up, halting the move with a big boot! Sting lay there in a daze as Rhino grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to his feet, the crowd popping. Rhino lifted Sting but Sting kicked him in the chest with both feet, pushing him backwards through the ropes into the cage.
Rhino hits the cage and falls to his knees inside the ring, using his rage to return to a vertical base when he sees Sting coming. Rhino charged Sting, bringing him to the mat when his shoulder connected with Sting's chest. He dropped an elbow into the abdomen of his opponent then grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Rhino lifted him into position for a gorilla press and held him there, pressing him repeatedly. He did it about four times and after he was back to the height of the press, Rhino threw him across the ring into the turnbuckle as Sting hit, rolled over it into the cage, smacking his arm and rolling back onto the mat.
Sting got up holding his arm as Rhino walked over and pulled his arm away as if he were winding up, then released it, smacking Sting incredibly hard across the face. Sting fell forward and caught himself with his hands, but Rhino didn't let up, running and kicking him in the abdomen as hard as he could, knocking him into the air and into the side of the cage.
Tazz: Rhino just kicked him like he was a soccer ball!
Joey Styles: And things have officially dissolved backed into chaos, ladies and gentlemen.
As Sting falls and hits the mat, Rhino walks over and grabs Sting by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Sting swung but Rhino moved out of the way and threw Sting into a flip as the champion landed back first on the mat. Rhino grabbed Sting by the back of the head and the bottom of his tights, hurling him head first into the turnbuckle. Sting hit and turned in mid-air, lying on his back breathing a little heavier than usual. Rhino was relentless as he charged over and crashed down onto Sting with a body splash. Sting sat up coughing, a stream of blood running from the corner of his mouth down his chin as Rhino got to his feet again, raining down on Sting with a stiff right to the forehead. He grabbed Sting by the hair and pulled him to his feet again, then hit him with a stiff lariat.
Rhino actually allowed Sting to get to his feet on his own as Sting had his hair in his face, struggling a bit to get to a vertical base. Rhino pulled his fist back and suddenly Sting threw a hard right, connecting with Rhino's forehead. Sting landed a knee to the abdomen and irish whipped him into the corner, charging after and connecting with a dropkick to the abdomen, then got to his feet and monkey flipped Rhino out of the corner. Sting got up and charged Rhino again but Rhino brought him down with a spinning back elbow.
Both Sting's knees were bent as his right foot was planted on the mat along with his left knee. His left arm was extended downward, his hand flat on the mat as he wiped the back of his right arm across his mouth. He looked at it and saw the blood, then looked at Rhino, then stood up laughing.
Joey Styles: What's he laughing about? Rhino's tearing him apart in there!
Tazz: I don't wanna know, Joe.
His expression turned to one of intensity as Rhino turned around and Sting decked him in the mouth. Sting continued to tee off on his opponent, getting angrier with each punch, putting more oomph behind it as a result.
Rhino looked at Sting and blocked the next punch he threw, delivering a headbutt that sent him staggering backwards. Rhino charged and connected with a cross body, throwing his arms and legs behind him so that his upper body was what connected as Sting was overwhelmed and fell into a sitting position at the bottom of the nearest corner.
Rhino landed with knees bent and one fist to the mat, his head hung, almost like Chris Masters' old pose at the top of the ramp. Rhino got to his feet and was right back on the attack, charging and throwing a knee into the face of Sting, knocking him into the turnbuckle pad, as Sting looked dazed. Rhino grabbed him by both sides of the head and threw him from where he was sitting, upward through the air, over his shoulder and to the mat in a modified cutter type move.
Joey Styles: That could sever your spine instantly!
Tazz: Yikes, not a good night ta' be Sting so fa'.
Sting lay there flat on his face as Rhino began to walk towards him, like a lion approaches its prey. Rhino leapt into the air for a falling knee drop when the lights went out, sending the crowd into an uproar of boos. Suddenly an explosion was heard as a wall of fire began to burn on the stage, red light bathing the arena as Rhino and Sting could be seen, Rhino looking at the stage, Sting still on the mat.
[video=youtube;fGXx9NSSdNE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGXx9NSSdNE[/video]
Joey Styles: Aww come on!
Kane makes his way through the curtain as he begins to walk down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring. Rhino watched as Kane arrived at the end of the ramp and walked around the ring to the cage door, stopping as he and the "War Machine" had a staredown.
The lights come back up and Kane's music fades to silence as Sting runs at Rhino, looking to capitalize on the distraction, but Rhino brings his fists together and swings at Sting's face like he's swinging a baseball bat, hitting Sting in the face and bringing him to the mat with a double axe handle. Sting looks in a daze as Rhino laughs and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Rhino decks Sting, knocking him to a sitting position, then runs into the ropes and comes off them, going for a kick to the face. Sting rolls out of the way and Rhino gets hung up on the opposite ropes. Sting runs into the ropes and launches himself at Rhino like a missile, connecting with a shoulder tackle to the chest that brings both men to the mat, Rhino hitting with more impact due to being tied up in the ropes at the time of the attack.
Rhino sat up as Sting dove on him and applied a sleeper hold. Sting held on for dear life as Rhino got to his feet and reached back and grabbed Sting by the back of his neck. Rhino threw Sting over his head looking to slam him straight to the mat back first but Sting rolled and threw his legs back, kicking Rhino in the abdomen and launching him into the corner as Sting landed on the mat, catching himself with his hands as he pushed himself into a spring to his feet. He turned to face Rhino and took off running instantly, leaping and driving both of his knees into Rhino's chest, grabbing his shoulders and bringing him to the mat with a backstabber to the chest!
Tazz: Looks like Sting's back in this thing, Joe!
Joey Styles: I would blame Kane, but the distraction backfired.
Sting gets to his feet, taunting Rhino who's on his knees and left elbow, holding his chest with his right hand and coughing. He coughs a bit of blood and the crowd gasps as Sting laughs. Rhino sees this and becomes enraged as he leaps to his feet and charges Sting, who is in the worst location possible, in front of the door. Before Sting can react, Rhino connects with the Gore, sending both men crashing through the door as it flies off the hinges, the chain and lock break, as Sting and Rhino hit the ringside barricade and Kane is knocked down by the bottom part of the door hitting him in the face and chest!
Sting sits up woozily as he turns and grabs the top of the barricade with both hands, pulling with all the strength he can muster in that moment to return to his feet. Rhino does the same thing as both men return to a vertical base at the same time. Sting connects with a thumb to the eye, blinding Rhino temporarily, and then heads over to the cage, grabbing the nearest wall and beginning to ascend it.
Tazz: What's he doin'? This isn't Hell in a Cell!
As Sting is half-way up, Rhino walks over and begins to climb it himself. The champion reaches the top and actually stands up as Rhino arrives at the top himself and also stands up. The two stand face-to-face, as Rhino goes for a right punch, but Sting grabs his wrist and hip tosses him onto the barbed wire ceiling! Rhino hits and rolls, getting up and holding his arm that was sliced by the wire.
Sting walked onto the ceiling himself as Rhino charged at him instantly, still consumed by rage. Sting delivered a high knee into the solar plexus to stop whatever attack was coming and hooks the head, turning Rhino so that he was facing upward, the crowd reacting in a collective gasp.
Tazz: He can't be serious.
Without another moment of hesitation, Sting delivers the Scorpion Death Drop with as much impact as he can, driving both men through the barbed wire ceiling and sending them plummeting toward the ring mat below! They hit with devastating impact as the ceiling crashes down over them, both men motionless.
Joey Styles: OH MY GAHD!
Tazz: Sting is insane! There may be nothing left of Rhino's neck OR Sting's back!
The crowd is split and electric as they're stomping and clapping, as audible dueling chants of "Let's Go Rhino!", "Let's Go Sting!" are heard starting up. The referee enters the ring as Sting rolls over and drapes his arm over Rhino.
ONE!
Joey Styles: Is this it?
TWO!
Tazz: Could be ova'!
THREE!
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner and STILL the NXT Extreme Champion, STING!
Joey Styles: What a hard fought match. If this is the last we've seen of the Rhino and Sting rivalry, what a finale.
Tazz: It was a battle that could've gone either way, but this time, Sting managed to pull out the victory.
The cage is raised as "No Reflection" begins to play and Sting is helped to his feet, he and the referee holding up the Extreme Championship. Sting pushes the referee away and walks over to Rhino as his music fades out to silence.
Tazz: Uh oh.
Sting reaches into his trenchcoat and removes a baseball bat, raising it into the air as he looks to deliver the finishing blow he promised. Just as Sting is about to strike...
"WHERE ALL MY BROS AT?"
The crowd erupts into cheers as Zack Ryder rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, taking a swing at Sting. Sting hits the mat and rolls out of the ring under a different bottom rope, avoiding the conflict. The camera gets a shot of Sting and Kane backing up the ramp and then pans to Ryder pointing at him in the ring as Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
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Shout out to Dresdon for stepping up when others didn't
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Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for a very personal match up. Over the course of the past few weeks, The Rock has been attacking Mick Foley. Rock claims that Mankind has been using his name in order to gain some form of celebrity. It has led us to this match right here.
Justin Roberts: The following bout is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Boiler Room, weighing in at 275 pounds, Mankind!
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The theme music of the very deranged Mankind begins to play and the light turn a shade of hue blue. From the back walks Mankind. Resembling something of a Notre Dame esque creature, Mankind walks down the ramp as the fans give him a mixed reaction. Mankind ignores them as he makes his way down the ramp with Paul Bearer in the background screaming "YES" the entire time. Mankind continues to stagger down the ramp until he reaches the bottom and rolls into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Roberts: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 265 pounds; The Rock!!
.....is cookin'
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The Hollywood theme music of The Great One begins to play and out he saunters onto the stage to a reaction of huge boos from the fans. The Rock doesn't care though. All he cares about is the task at hand. He walks down the ramp, talking trash the entire time. Rock soon reaches the bottom of the ramp before climbing the steel steps an onto the ring apron where he climbs the top turnbuckle and performs his trademark pose to boos from all the fans.
The Rock jumps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to start.
Ding Ding Ding
The bell rings and this extremely intense contest between The Rock and Mankind has begun.
Cole: And The Rock appears to be in great shape.
King: Whether you like The Rock or not, he’s already ready to go.
The two lock up and it’s The Rock pushing Mankind backwards onto the near ropes and grabbing him by the arm, Irish whipping Mankind to the far side of the ring. Mankind runs the ropes and comes back at Rock, who lowers his head. Mankind sees The Rock and counters this by putting the brakes on and delivering a stiff right boot to the chest of The Rock. The force behind Mankind’s blow is enough to send Rock’s head back into the air and Mankind responds by running off the near set of ropes and taking Rock down with a short arm clothesline. This sends “The People’s Champion†to the canvas where Mankind goes for the first cover of the match….
1…
2…
Rock rolls a shoulder!
As soon as The Rock kicks out, Mankind gets off him before running off the ropes again and delivering a standing knee drop. Mankind wastes no time following this up with another cover…
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2…
Rock kicks out!
Cole: And Mankind shows persistent in the early stages of this match!
King: It’s going to take more than that to keep The Rock down.
Mankind grabs The Rock by the head after the kick out and attempts to lift him to his feet. From a knee, The Rock throws a right hand directly into Mankind’s stomach. This backs Mankind up, creating enough space for The Rock to deliver another right hand to Mankind’s midsection. The Rock now makes it to a vertical base and the right hands move from the midsection to the face of Mankind. The sheer force of the blows back Mankind up into the nearest corner, where The Rock continues to deliver the piston like rights. One after another, the right hands connect. After the ninth right hand to Mankind, The Rock takes a step back and takes the time to pantomime spitting on his hand before looking to deliver another fist. The Rock has taken too much time engaging in this disrespectful yet meaningless task, and as he looks to deliver, Mankind explodes out of the corner and delivers a running shoulder block right to The Rock. The People’s Champion goes to the canvas but not for long as he almost immediately gets back to his feet. But as soon as The Rock does, Mankind performs a swinging neckbreaker, bringing the People’s Champion right back to the canvas. Mankind follows this up with another cover…
1…
2…
Rock kicks out!
King: Mankind has been all over The Rock so far!
After Rock’s recent kick out, Mankind grabs Rock yet again and lifts him to his feet. Rock is almost out on his feet from Mankind’s offensive flurry. Mankind throws Rock into the nearby corner and takes a few steps backwards towards the center of the ring. Mankind charges right back towards Rock, looking for a splash of some sort. At the last second before collision, The Rock sidesteps Mankind and runs to the far side of the ring. As he comes back at Mankind, The Rock leaves his feet and delivers a huge diving forearm to Mankind. This sends the weird man to the canvas and The Rock goes for the cover…
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2…
Mankind kicks out!
Rock coolly gets back to his feet and raises his right boot over Mankind’s downed body before delivering a hard stomp right to Mankind’s side. Mankind grunts out of frustration as The Rock delivers another hard stomp as Mankind turns over onto his stomach. This doesn’t stop The Rock as he continues to stomp on Mankind’s back and spine. The fury and rapid nature of these stomps cause Mankind to roll under the near bottom rope and onto the ring apron….
Cole: And now The Rock is in control!
Mankind manages to pull himself to his feet on the ring apron. This does not stop Rock however as The People’s Champion continues to unload with big time right hands. Rock finally has the opportunity to cock back and spit on his right hand again and this time he connects with Mankind’s skull. This sends Mankind flying off the apron and he crashes head and back first into the ring barricade…
King: Oh! Mankind just took a huge fall.
Mankind lies on the arena floor, grabbing his neck and head in obvious pain. The Rock wastes no time leaving the ring and going right after Mankind. Rock talks some trash like only The Rock can before grabbing Mankind off the floor by the hair and dragging him towards the steel ring steps. Rock looks Mankind directly in the eyes before slamming Mankind’s head down hard on the steel steps. Steel meets flesh and just like every other time steel wins. Rock doesn’t let up as he quickly repeats the process, slamming Mankind down onto the steps yet again. As Mankind’s skull bounces off the steel, Rock quickly throws him back into the ring before following suit and going for another pinfall…
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2…
Mankind kicks out!
Cole: After hitting the steps that many times, I’m surprised Mankind was able to kick out!
Rock gets back to his feet and begins to stalk Mankind. The Rock becomes coiled; he’s only got one thing on his mind. Rock watches as Mankind does everything he can to get to his feet, and as he does, Rock quickly spins him around, wrapping his arm around Mankind’s chest, placing him in perfect position….
King: It may be time for The Rock Bottom!
Just like everyone else in the arena, Mankind knows what’s coming. He responds by elbowing Rock directly in the side of the head. This causes Rock to abandon the move and turn his back to Mankind momentarily. Rock quickly gets his head back in the game though and goes back on the attack, charging at Mankind. Foley is ready for this and catches Rock as he charges in and delivers a standing hip toss which sends the Rock to the canvas. Mankind isn’t finished as he quickly follows this up with an Ultimate Warrior like running splash, landing hard on top of The Rock. Mankind then grabs both of Rock’s legs, hooking them for good measure…
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Rock kicks out!
As Mankind gets back to his feet, he watches as The Rock pushes himself to his. Mankind quickly grabs Rock by the arm and Irish whips him off towards the far ropes. Rock is able to counter and sends Mankind jettisoning towards the ropes instead. As Mankind comes back towards The Great One, Rock lowers his head and hoists Mankind onto his shoulders before delivering a Samoan Drop. Mankind’s head and back hits the canvas hard as Rock reaches back and covers Mankind…
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Mankind kicks out again!
Cole: And The Rock just can’t seem to keep Mankind down!
Rock gets to his feet after yet another Mankind kick out. He takes a few steps away from his opponent, creating enough distance between the two combatants. As Mankind pulls himself to his feet, Rock charges towards Mankind. Foley is ready for him though and as Rock comes towards him, Mankind wraps both arms around Rock’s waist and performs a spinning belly to belly suplex before covering The Rock yet again…
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Rock kicks out!
After yet another of Rock’s kick outs, Mankind staggers back to his feet; The Rock on the other hand is feeling the effects of this match. Mankind looks out into the Boston crowd, who give him a positive response. Foley can only smile as he turns his attention back towards The Rock. Rock is gingerly picking himself off the canvas as Mankind looks prepared to strike. Rock is unaware that Mankind has positioned himself behind him. Rock is soon to find out though as he staggers around into the waiting arms of Mankind, who quickly puts both his index and ring fingers into Rock’s mouth…
Cole: Mandible Claw!
Mankind’s got the Mandible Claw applied to The Rock. The Rock tries to fight it, but Mankind’s got it locked in. Rock’s arms flop around as he looks for some way to counter this. It is to no avail though as Mankind has this submission applied extremely well. The Rock begins to show signs of fading. His movement becomes slower and slower and The Rock’s eyes begin to roll into the back of his head…
King: It looks like the Rock may be going out!
The Rock drops to a knee and his movement comes to a complete stop. The referee goes to Rock and grabs his arm, raising it in the air and releasing it. Everyone in the arena watches as The Rock’s arm falls for the first time….
Cole: That’s one check by the official. The Rock has two more times to respond or this match is over!
The official goes to The Rock and raises his arm again. And for the second time in this match, it falls to the ground…
King: That’s two! Mankind may have put The Rock out!
The official raises Rock’s arm for the third and possibly final time in this match. The referee releases it and just as it seems to be coming down, it stops in midair!! There’s still life in The Rock. The Great One tries to find the energy to keep going. He still sits on one knee, trapped in this tight submission. Mankind tries to apply more pressure when out of nowhere, Rock places his free arm under Mankind and lifts himself off the canvas from his knee, hoisting Mankind up in the air and slamming him down hard onto the mat with a huge Rock Bottom!!!
Cole: Rock Bottom!
Mankind grabs his head and neck as they whiplash off the canvas. Rock doesn’t move, instead he leaves his arm draped over Mankind’s body and the referee counts the pinfall…
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2…
3…NO!!! Mankind kicks out at 2 ½
King: What?!
The roof almost explodes off the place. Mankind kicked out of The Rock Bottom!
Rock pushes himself off the mat and looks towards the referee. The official responds by holding up two fingers, letting Rock know that it was only a two count. The Rock continues to stare the official down before pretending to jump at him. This scares the official and forces him to leap through the middle rope and to the outside…
Cole: That’s how intimidating The Rock is!
Rock turns his attention back to Mankind and looks to lift him off the mat. But as he does, Mankind is quick to deliver a low blow, which obviously does damage to The Rock.
King: The People’s Jewels!
Still on the outside, the official never saw the low blow. He slides back into the ring just as Mankind cradles both of Rock’s arms and delivers a Double Arm DDT. Rock’s skull spikes off the canvas as Mankind turns him over and goes for a cover…
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2…
Cole: Mankind’s going to steal one!
3…NO! Rock kicks out!
Mankind can’t believe it! He begins to pull his hair out of frustration. Mankind pulls himself to his feet and looks down on The Rock, noticing that he is slap dab in the middle of the ring. A sick smile forms on Mankind’s face as he kicks Rock in the shoulder, making sure that he’s body is perfectly aligned…
King: You don’t think?
Cole: See, Rock was right! Mankind’s a thief!
Mankind pulls off an imaginary arm band before throwing it into the stands. Mankind mocks The Rock’s mannerisms before running off the right set of ropes. Foley comes back at The Rock before leaping over him and running the left set of ropes. Foley’s not the fastest runner, so when by the time he runs off those left set of ropes, The Rock has kicked up off the mat and to his feet and as Mankind is running in, Rock lifts him off his feet and delivers a spinebuster. The ring shakes as The Rock quickly runs to the top of Mankind’s body and makes sure that Mankind is now the one in position…
Cole: Nothing better than the original!
Rock quickly throws his armband off before throwing his hands out in ridiculous fashion. He runs off the far ropes, hopping over Mankind and running off the left ropes before coming back and delivering the People’s Elbow to Mankind!
King: People’s Elbow!
After hitting the People’s Elbow, Rock goes for another cover and the win…
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3…NO!!! Mankind rolls a shoulder at 2 ¾
Cole: No way!
Rock can’t believe it. Just to be sure, he covers Mankind again…
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Mankind kicks out!
King: Mick Foley will not die!
The Rock gets back to his feet and gets into the referee’s face. The official tells Rock that it was only a two yet again and The Rock demands that he count faster. The official lets the Rock know that he’s doing his job the way he was trained. The Rock doesn’t want to hear it. The two continue their debate until Mankind crushes The Rock with an Avalanche Splash from behind. The force from Mankind’s body weight causes The Rock to collide with the referee, crushing him in the corner. The referee falls to the mat as Mankind quickly spins an off guard Rock around, kicking him in the stomach before planting him with another Double Arm DDT. Rock’s skull bounces off the mat and Mankind goes for another cover…
Cole: Mick! There’s no referee!
Although there is no official, that doesn’t stop the crowd from counting along…
Crowd: 1…
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Mankind soon realizes that there is no count. He gets off The Rock and attempts to revive the official. Mankind shakes the ref, but it’s to no avail. He taps and prods the referee, but nothing is coming off it. Mankind comes to the conclusion that for right now, this is a lost cause; so he turns his attention back to The Rock. Mankind looks to pick Rock off his knee when out of nowhere Rock hoists Mankind up and delivers another Rock Bottom!
King: Rock Bottom again! That’s it!
Knowing that the official is still down, Rock doesn’t go for a cover. Instead, the drained Great One staggers over to the far corner where he drops to a knee with his face towards the turnbuckle. The official is out, Mankind is down and The Rock has his back to the ring. Rock does everything he can to catch his breath, still not paying attention to what’s going on. With The Rock’s back to the ring, he’s unaware to see someone slide into the ring…
Cole: What’s D’Angelo Dinero doing out here!
The General Manager of RAW slides into the ring on the opposing side of The Rock. Rock has his back to Dinero, so he is unaware that Pope is in the ring. Dinero looks at Mankind, who is down, then looks to the referee, who is down as well. Dinero then turns his attention to The Rock. D’Angelo Dinero did not forget what The Rock did to him on the last edition of RAW. Dinero will never forget. A sick smile forms on Dinero’s face as he runs out of his corner and towards The Rock, leaving his feet as The Rock picks himself up with his back still to Dinero. Dinero attacks quick and drives both of his knees into The Rock’s spine…
Cole: D’Angelo Dinero Express to The Rock!!!
King: It must be payback for that Rock Bottom last week!
The Rock screams in pain as he grabs his back and falls to the canvas. Dinero shakes his head before mocking the People’s Eyebrow and grabbing Mankind by the arm. Dinero drags Mankind on top of The Rock before grabbing the referee, who is finally coming to and throws him into position. All the official sees is Mankind on top of The Rock, so he begins to count…
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3…
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner; Mankind!!
Cole: Mankind just beat The Rock!
King: Give a major assist to D’Angelo Dinero!
Mankind barely makes it to his feet before having both the referee and D’Angelo Dinero raise his arm. On his huge stage, Mankind is victorious. Dinero looks back on down on The Rock befor leaving the ring and allowing Mankind to have his moment. Foley continues to celebrate before soon leaving the ring himself as Survivor Series heads elsewhere.
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God Bless TNA; and I don't mean the company
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Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s now time for our Main Event. Cody Rhodes will defend his UWF Championship against the undefeated John Morrison!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWF Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 225 pounds; he is the UWF United States Champion John Morrison!
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The crowd are on their feet as John Morrison struts out onto the stage and poses on the stage, as the camera captures the moment in glorious slow motion.
Morrison then strides down the ramp, eying the arena around him. He climbs the steel steps and steps into the ring. Morrison saunters across the ring and clambers up onto the turnbuckle. He poses for the fans, as countless camera flashes go off before him. He steps down, and wanders over to the other corner of the ring.
Roberts: And his opponent, from Marrietta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds; he is the reigning and defending UWF Champion; Cody Rhodes!
WHOA OH!!
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"Only One Can Judge" starts playing and out walks the current UWF Champion; Cody Rhodes. He's wearing his long jacket and has the UWF Championship firmly in his hand. Rhodes marches down the ramp as the fans boo him. Rhodes ignores all things around him and only focuses on the task at hand; successfully defending his UWF Championship for the first time.
Rhodes makes it to the bottom of the ramp and climbs up the steel ramp before entering the ring. Rhodes holds up the Championship one more time before handing the title over to the timekeeper and awaiting the formal introductions.
Rhodes and Morrison stare at each other as the bell rings. The two lock up and Rhodes quickly takes Morrison down with an arm drag. Morrison quickly gets back to his feet and Rhodes once again takes him to the mat with another arm drag. Morrison rolls through and gets to his feet again, only to run into a back elbow from Rhodes. Morrison quickly falls to the mat and Rhodes follows up by running off the ropes and dropping a leg across Morrison’s throat. Rhodes then goes for the first pinfall of the match…
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Morrison kicks out!
Rhodes gets off Morrison before stomping his chest and dropping a knee on the back of Morrison’s head. Rhodes then lifts Morrison to his feet before placing him on the ropes. Rhodes then grabs Morrison by the arm before Irish whipping him. Morrison reverses the whip though and Rhodes bounces off the opposing ropes. When Rhodes comes back to Morrison, the Challenger lowers his shoulder and lifts the Champion off the mat before colliding him with the canvas with a ring shaking Samoan Drop. Rhodes crashes rib first and Morrison goes for a cover…
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Rhodes kicks out!
Morrison quickly gets off Rhodes before stomping on his face with his boot. Morrison then drags Rhodes to the nearest corner by his arm. Morrison rests Rhodes’ skull on the bottom turnbuckle pad. Morrison creates some distance between Rhodes and himself before charging back in and hitting a running big boot to the face of Rhodes. Rhodes’ body goes limp and Morrison drags him out the corner and goes for the cover…
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Rhodes kicks out!
Morrison gets to his feet, as does Rhodes. Morrison goes back on the offensive, looking for a clothesline. Rhodes is able to duck under, grabbing Morrison by the neck and bringing him to the mat with a neckbreaker. Morrison goes down and now it’s Rhodes’ turn to go for a cover…
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Morrison kicks out!
Cole: Fast paced match at the beginning.
Morrison grabs his neck as he gets to his feet. He does not know that Cody is waiting for him though. Once he gets up, Rhodes is there and lifts him off his feet before bringing him back to the mat with a quick vertical suplex. Rhodes floats over and covers Morrison again…
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Morrison kicks out!
Rhodes looks down on the fallen Morrison before dropping a knee right on Morrison’s neck. The Challenger grabs the injured area, still feeling the effects from that neckbreaker earlier in the match. Rhodes uses this chance to head to the second turnbuckle, leaving the comfort of the mat, in an attempt to bring more punishment to his opponent. He waits on the second rope, waiting for Morrison. Morrison does get to his feet, and Rhodes jumps off, hitting Morrison square in the chest with a missile dropkick. Morrison goes back down and Rhodes looks for another cover…
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Morrison kicks out again!
King: And so far, this contest has been back and forth between Champion and Challenger!
Morrison gets to a knee in the center of the ring, and Rhodes is waiting for him. As Morrison tries to get up, Rhodes meets him with a swift kick to the chest. You can hear boot meet flesh and John Morrison clenches up, only to have Rhodes kick him again. The agony is written on Morrison’s face and Cody kicks him one more time in the chest. This one actually knocks the air out of John Morrison, and Rhodes soon takes advantage. He strikes one more time with another roundhouse kick, this one connecting with Morrison’s temple. Morrison goes down and Rhodes quickly goes for the cover…
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John Morrison rolls a shoulder!
Cody Rhodes wastes little time going back on the offensive. He lifts John Morrison to his feet, before throwing his arm over his shoulder and connecting with a snap suplex. Morrison grabs his back in pain as Rhodes pops his hips and lifts both himself and Morrison back to their respective feet. Rhodes then suplexes Hunter for a second time, slamming his back on the canvas again. Rhodes then pops his hips again and lifts both of them up, before suplexing Morrison for a third time. The Challenger grabs his back once more as Rhodes goes for another cover…
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John Morrison kicks out!
Cole: Three consecutive suplexes had to take as much out of Rhodes as it did Morrison!
Rhodes stays on the offensive. He holds his downed opponent in position before bouncing off the near ropes and dropping a knee right across Morrison’s skull. Rhodes then pins Morrison again, hooking the leg…
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Morrison kicks out!
Rhodes rolls to a knee, eyeing his opponent as he attempts to pull himself up. Morrison struggles, but does make it up. However, he is unaware that Rhodes is behind him. Rhodes grabs Morrison by the skull, before bringing Morrison’s neck down onto his knee with a vicious reverse neckbreaker. The move stuns Morrison and gives Rhodes time to run the ropes and come back at Morrison…
King: Here comes The Champion!
Rhodes comes in, but Morrison is able to gather his bearings and catch the incoming challenger with a lift up Spinebuster. Rhodes’s body hits the mat hard and Morrison goes for a cover…
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Rhodes kicks out!
Morrison gets off the Champion before exiting the ring through the middle rope. Morrison walks across from the apron and climbs to the top rope. Morrison steadies himself, but as he gets to the top, the UWF Champion comes from out of nowhere and uses the near ropes as a springboard to deliver a Disaster Kick to the side of Morrison’s head. The Challenger falls from the top and to the mat below and Rhodes jumps on top of him, going for another cover…
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Morrison rolls a shoulder!
Cole: That was very close for Morrison!
Rhodes gets back to his feet and watches as John Morrison pushes himself to his. Rhodes quickly drops down to a knee, lifting Morrison into position
for the Alabama Slam. John Morrison isn’t having any of that any he quickly slides down Rhodes’ back, performing a sunset flip…
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King: Wait a minute!
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Rhodes kicks out!
Both men get to their feet at the same time and John Morrison performs a step up enziguiri that almost takes Rhodes’ head off. Rhodes goes back down and Morrison goes for another cover…
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Rhodes kicks out!
After the kick out, Morrison notices Rhodes’ position in the ring. He’s lying right under the turnbuckle. The fans cheer as Morrison looks towards the ropes, waling over there and leaving the canvas, performing the awe inspiring corkscrew moonsault that he’s become known for…
Cole: Starship Pain!
Morrison goes for Starship Pain and at the very last second, Rhodes gets his feet up, driving them into Morrison’s back. Morrison rolls around the ring in pain and Cody Rhodes quickly stacks him up, putting his feet on the ropes for extra leverage…
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Cole: Come on!
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Justin Roberts: The winner of this match and STILL UWF Champion; Cody Rhodes!
King: Damnit! Cody Rhodes steals another one!
Rhodes quickly rolls out of the ring after stealing the match from Morrison. The official runs over to Rhodes and hands him the UWF Championship title, which Rhodes holds high in the air. In the ring, John Morrison is obviously pissed. He stares down the UWF Champion with a look of hated on his face…
Cole: And just like that, John Morrison’s undefeated streak is over and Cody Rhodes is still UWF Champion.
King: Rhodes still may be Champion Cole, but I have a feeling that John Morrison isn’t finished with him just yet. Either way, goodnight from Survivor Series!
Survivor Series goes offline with Rhodes still holding the UWF title high in the air.
Credits
Promos: Respective TTers
Chris Dresdon: Elimination Tag Match, NXT World Champion, NXTreme Championship, Abyss/Brawler, Fatal Four Way
Sam: Curtis/Lesnar, Miz/McGillicutty
Cwalker: Michaels/Batista, Steiner/Daniels, Rock/Mankind, Storm/Christian, UWF Championship. World Heavyweight Championshp
OOC: Everyone give huge thanks to Chris Dresdon and Sam for showing up when I was lacking motivation and in SBS' hiatus.
