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'Re-Education' by US Punk outfit Rise Against plays over the audio system as Smackdown kicks off. Pyro shoots out of every imaginable orifice of the arena as the camera pans around showing the excited fans who jump up and down, fists in the air, awaiting the Smackdown action that is due to proceed. The camera continues to pan the arena before settling on our announce team of Good Ol' JR, Jim Ross and 'Rowdy' Roddy Piper!.
Jim Ross: Welcome to UWF Friday Night Smackdown everyone! As always, I am Good Ol' JR, Jim Ross and with me is my partner "Rowdy" Roddy Piper! Say hello to the world Rowdy!
"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: Hello and Ross, we've got one hell of a show for the people tonight!
JR: Yes we do! We've got World Champion Dean Ambrose versus European Champion Edge one on one for the first time ever.
Piper: That's good and all Ross, but what about John Cena!? We're going to hear from him in regards to last week!
JR: That's right! If you weren't with us last week, Cena turned his back on Dean Ambrose. Adnd I'm being told that we're actually going to speak with the World Champion right now, let's kick it to the back!
We head backstage to see and interviewer running after Dean Ambrose as he's walking down the halls backstage.
Interviewer
Excuse me Dean? Everyone is wondering just what is your mind set after John Cena turned his back on you?
Ambrose doesn't say anything and instead keeps walking as the interviewer tries to keep pace.
Interviewer
You have a match tonight against the Rated R European Champion Edge. Will you be able to completely focus or will John Cena be in the back of your mind?
Ambrose stops to look angrily at the interviewer before ignoring the question and keeps on moving.
Interviewer
Are you looking forward to John Cena's reasoning for-
Ambrose grabs the interviewer by the throat and slams him across the wall, pinning him with his hand still across his throat.
Dean Ambrose
What the hell is your problem? Huh John! You think I didn't hear the first question you had? I have a match I need to get to but if you and the whole world wants to keep bugging me about my thoughts on you well then I'll tell ya'. If you wanted to fight me, you could have been a man and told me straight to my face just like I'm telling you right now!
Interviewer
I'm not John Ce-
Ambrose shoves his fingers in the mans mouth and he begins to gag and choke but Ambrose continues on.
Dean Ambrose
Shut up John! You'll get your turn to talk when you go out there and give excuses. It's my turn to tell you what you want to know and I'll have no interruptions you got that!?
The interviewer nods his head and Ambrose takes his fingers out of his mouth but still talks to him very closely.
Like I was saying, all you needed to do was prove yourself. You beat Jeff Hardy and Edge and you won our match at No Way Out. All you had to do was wait a damn week before you were named number one contender. We would have gone on to face each other in the biggest match in wrestling history. The first time ever, Cena versus Ambrose. It's a bill that's truly worthy of being the Wrestlemania main event. But then you had to go and pull shit like this.
Ambrose seems a lot angrier as his tone has gone low and gruff.
I knew you were the only worthy challenger to me. You never give up and never surrender. With your new found look on life however, it seems like there isn't a damn thing that can stop you. Good. I wanted the man who will pull no stops to fight me. Jeff Hardy couldn't get it done but you John, you have potential. I don't know why you've decided that this was your best option and quite frankly, I don't care. All I want you to know is that you're going to fail just like the rest of them.
Agent
Ambrose! What are you doing?
Dean Ambrose
Stay out of this. This is between me and John Cena.
Agent
That's not John Cena.
Ambrose squints and gets a closer look at the interviewer. He shakes his head a couple of times and looks closely again.
Dean Ambrose
Who the hell are you? You trying to piss me off!
Interviewer
No I'm just here to ask your thoughts on-
Dean Ambrose grabs him by the collar and throws him across the other side of the hall, slamming against the wall and falling straight down as the agent runs to his aid.
Dean Ambrose
John Cena! Wherever the hell you are! If you want this, then you'll have to fight me for it!
Ambrose holds his World Heavyweight Championship up to show to John Cena wherever he may be watching before walking off down the hall past the fallen man as the camera fades to black.
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The scene opens up on "The Game" Triple H standing in a wrestling ring, leaning against the ropes and looking into the camera in front of him. Everything is black and white, seemingly setting the tone for the promo to follow, as Triple H begins to speak.
Triple H: I....am not a happy man. Ever since I signed my name on the dotted line, the Ultimate Wrestling Federation and Friday Night Smackdown have been all I've lived and breathed. I've been in the gym to maintain peak form and hardened condition, I've maintained the diet that this line of work demands with each and every meal, I have made sure that I addressed each and every one of my opponents and delivered fair warning that there was an ass kicking coming their way and a heavy kicking at that. Each and every week I've been on top of things; leaving my mark on the Rated R European Champion Edge, competitively besting the Money in the Bank holder Bray Wyatt, and absolutely dominating Jack Swagger. I have been nothing short of a well oiled machine dedicated to his craft, with nothing to do but get better and nowhere to go but up, until...until this week.
I fully intended to remain consistent, to go to that ring and tell that mesh of Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Lanny Poffo not only that I was going to put him in the same category as his fellow Enlightened Savior, but lay out every detail of how it was going to be done, walking him through it verbally before I walked him through it physically. What the hell happened? How could I let myself get so busy that I didn't fit talking trash to the man into my schedule? Now here I stand looking like a hypocrite for mocking Jack Swagger for doing the same thing last week. Now here I stand after two consecutive victories, smack dab in the middle of Wrestlemania season, having just shot my momentum in the chest with my negligence. So what happens now? Will I even have an opponent next week? Will I even have an opponent at Wrestlemania? I don't know the answer to either of those questions, in fact there's only one thing I'm certain of and that's this...
Triple H lets go of the ropes and walks forward, pointing directly into the camera.
Whenever I get another opponent, it's not going to be like it was this week where the game is on but there's no one manning the controller, you're never going to catch me asleep at the wheel or absent from the controls ever again. When I next appear on a card, whoever's name is penciled next to mine, whether I have to go out to an empty ring and address them or I get to look into their eyes, I am going to annihilate them in three simple steps. I will intimidate them with my body language alone, then I will lacerate them with my words, when I am on the offensive as well as the defensive. And finally, finally I will physically devastate them from the opening bell to the closing bell, regardless of how long that duration of time is, whether it's fifteen seconds or fifteen minutes, you will not be allowed to breathe, you will not be allowed to blink, you will not be permitted to do anything but bruise and bleed!
I did not take the roster spot once filled by Eddie Guerrero so that I could do the same thing he did and whine and cry about the way I'm being utilized and not show up for work, I took the roster spot to do better than him and do better than everyone else filling the other spots on this roster, everyone from Jack Swagger to Dean Ambrose. Tonight, I stare certain defeat in the face but even in suffering that loss, I will continue unscathed, because while many men wait until they lose to learn from the mistake, I am already processing the lesson and I am already a better person because of it. Enjoy this while you can, Damien Sandow, I want all of you to revel in this rare moment of weakness, cherish my failure to triumph, because it is a moment that will have a very short lifespan and never be revived once it dies. Next week or the week after, whenever they feel that I have truly suffered for the performance related sins I have committed against my employers, the fog will fade and the king will have a clear shot of his throne, and he will swing his scepter at all who try and stand in his way, opposing his return to sitting upon it.
Sooner rather than later....Start Game.
Triple H throws a kick with his right leg as the camera aims downward at the mat and remains there for a moment before it comes closer to the mat quickly as the screen cracks and then the feed cuts to static before going completely black.
JR: You ready for our first match of the evening Roddy? Y.E.S’ Damien Sandow will go one on one with “The Game†Triple H!
Lillian Garcia: The following Match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Alto Paulo, California, he is the "Intellectual Savior of The Masses, Damien Sandow!
[video=youtube;t0fXXBeeKBY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0fXXBeeKBY[/video]
The audience immediately boos, as Sandow emerges on stage with a microphone in hand. He holds up both his hands to the audience as if he's getting cheered before he begins to make his way down to the ring his arms up the entire time, before he makes it to ringside.
Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, from Greenwich, Connecticuit, weighing in at 265 pounds, "The Game" Triple H!
IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME
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TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!
MWU HA HA HA HA HA!
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Motorhead's "The Game" begins playing and the fans get to their feet as they know the arrival of "The Game" is upon them. The strobe lights in the arena begin flashing and the spotlight shines on the middle of the stage. Standing in that spotlight is the man himself. Triple H looks left, then looks right as he doses himself in water. Triple H shakes the water off before making his way down the ramp.
Hunter makes his way down the ramp. He reaches the bottom before making a sharp left. As Triple H walks around the outside of the ring, he hops onto the apron as the strobe lights continue to flash. Triple H stands on the apron, takes a swig of water before disposing of the bottle. Looking around the arena, Triple H throws his arms high in the air and spits the water out in trademark fashion.
Triple H enters the ring and waits for the match to begin.
Ding
Ding
Ding
The bell sounds and Smackdown’s first match of the evening has now begun. Triple H and Sandow soon lock up to begin. Triple H is able to use his superior strength to force Sandow down onto a knee before striking Sandow in the midsection with a boot to the gut. Sandow grabs his stomach which leaves his skull exposed and Triple H takes advantage by delivering a stiff right hand directly to Sandow’s forehead. The blow knocks Sandow onto the near ropes. Triple H grabs the “Intellectual Savior of The Masses†and Irish whips him across the ring. Sandow runs the ropes and as he runs back towards Triple H, “The Game†lowers his head in preparation for a back body drop. Sandow is ready for Triple H before and puts the brakes on before delivering a swift kick to Triple H’s chin. Hunter’s head flies high in the air and Sandow follows up with a quick clothesline, taking Triple H to the canvas. Sandow then goes for the first cover of the evening…
1…
2…
Triple H rolls a shoulder!
As Triple H kicks out, Sandow grabs him by the arm and drags him to a knee. Sandow twists Hunter’s arm and performs a go behind before lifting Triple H off his feet and dropping him on his head with a belly to back suplex. As Hunter’s head bounces off the mat, Sandow goes for another cover…
1…
2…
Triple H kicks out again!
JR: Sandow’s looking real good right now!
Piper: He’s a future World Champion Ross! I don’t know how many times I’ve got to tell you that!
As Triple H manages to kick out yet again, he rolls to the far side of the ring and uses the corner ropes to pull himself to his feet. Once Triple H reaches a vertical base, Sandow charges across the ring and looks to deliver even more impact to Triple H. Hunter sees him coming and is able to sidestep Sandow. The Intellectual Savior of the Masses collides chest first with the top turnbuckle pad and Triple H sneaks up behind him, grabbing him by the head and performing a reverse neckbreaker. Triple H proceeds to float over and go for a cover…
1…
2…
Sandow kicks out!
Triple H staggers back to his feet and Sandow tries to get up as well. As he does, Triple H charges and hits him with a charging clothesline. Sandow hits the mat but manages to get back to his feet. Once he does, Triple H hits him with another clothesline. Sandow manages to get back up to his feet though and as he does, Triple H forces him onto the ropes. Hunter grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him across the ring. Sandow counters and whips Triple H instead. As Hunter ropes the ropes and comes back at Sandow, the “Intellectual Savior of the Masses†catches him with a low dropkick to the knee cap, causing Hunter to drop to a knee. With Hunter down, Sandow uses the near ropes to pick up momentum before leaving his feet and delivering a float-over neckbreaker to Triple H. Hunter hits the canvas and grabs his neck as Sandow gets back to his feet. Basking in the moment, Sandow throws his arm into the air before dropping his elbow down onto Triple H’s chest….
JR: Cubito Aequet!
Piper: What?
JR: Elbow of Disdain Roddy!
Piper: Oh!
After connecting with the Elbow of Disdain, Sandow goes for another cover…
1…
2…
Triple H rolls a shoulder!
JR: Triple H barely kicked out there!
Once again, Triple H rolls a shoulder. It rolls onto his stomach and tries pushing himself to his feet. As he does, Sandow interlocks his legs with Hunter’s and swings backwards, hitting a Russian Leg Sweep. Hunter’s head bounces off the mat as Sandow gets to his feet. He screams “You’re Welcome†at the top of his lungs as he prepares to deliver the final blow to Triple H. Triple H tries getting to his feet and wraps both of Triple H’s arms around his neck before spinning around and dropping down with the Terminus neckbreaker…
JR: Terminus!
Triple H bounces off the mat and Sandow goes for the win…
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3…
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner, Damien Sandow!
Piper: I told you Ross!
Sandow gets to his feet, shunning the official. As Sandow’s music plays, his attention turns to the WrestleMania sign hanging from the rafters. Sandow points to the sign and leaves the ring before heading up the ramp as Smackdown heads somewhere else.
The scene opens on Daniel Bryan, current reigning UWF Television Champion standing in an unknown location staring at the camera. After a few moments of the crowd giving him a mixed reaction, he speaks.
Daniel Bryan: Time's up, Ric. I gave you two weeks to help me make up my mind about resigning with UWF after WrestleMania, to give me some real incentive to stick around but, again, my words have fallen on deaf ears. Perhaps you didn't hear me when I said that my contract expires the night after WrestleMania and I plan on leaving the UWF forever......with the UWF Television Championship. This championship.......I rescued it from obscurity and gave it some life. I mean, I am the guy who turned a Hardcore Title into the World Heavyweight Championship, a title I might add management has kept me far away from this whole year. I have tried to play ball and be a company guy but how can I turn a blind eye to such blatant disregard? I have clawed and scratched my way to greatness. I succeeded in spite of “the system†a system that is severely flawed. It shouldn't be this way. I have dealt with the prejudices of this system for far too long. I wasn't accepted because I'm barely above 200 pounds. I wasn't welcomed with open arms because I'm a vegan. I was pushed aside and shunned because I don't celebrate my mediocrity and I revel in the fact that I can stand in the middle of that ring and proclaim myself, without any shred of doubt in my mind, that I am The Best Wrestler In The World. But, all of that isn't good enough to be “the man†around here.
Bryan adjusts his title belt that is sitting on his shoulder. He strokes his beard and then continues.
Daniel Bryan: “To be The Man, You have to beat The Manâ€. That was your mantra for years, am I right? Seems like to me that you've forgotten that. To be “the man†apparently you have to kiss “the old manâ€'s ass and I'm sorry but I refuse to stoop to that level. All year I've been trying to break through that glass ceiling with no luck but it just now occurs to me how idiotic that really sounds. There is no glass ceiling. It's a false sense of hope. These people don't choose the superstars of tomorrow. They're force-fed what they're told they should like and dislike. Whether you hate me or you love me, you know exactly what you're going to get with Daniel Bryan and I pride myself on that fact. I don't consider myself a heel or a babyface. I'm not a villain or a hero. I'm just me. I have never pretended to be something I'm not. I'm not a gimmick. I'm as real as real gets. And as truthful as my word that I will leave the UWF with the Televison Championship but why? Why am I leaving, you ask?
Daniel pauses for a brief moment, as if gathering all of his thoughts on the subject. He then continues on.
Daniel Bryan: To prove a point. It's as simple as that. I'm fed up with pretending this mindset doesn't exist. This business and this industry chews people up, potential talent and potential superstars of tomorrow, and it spits them out, spits them into the independents scene where they toil and beat each other up for chicken feed, sometimes less than that. There have been a plethora of talent walk through the doors here in UWF over the past year and most of them didn't stay long enough to earn a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich. I'm leaving with this championship to prove that the business can't chew me up and spit me out. This business isn't bigger than Daniel Bryan. It's just the opposite. Check the merchandise figures. Believe it or not, up there with your Stone Cold's and your CM Punk's and even your John Cena's, Daniel Bryan is right up there. I become a martyr to those who came before me and failed. Ric, I gave you plenty of warning so I don't feel bad for you or the UWF whatsoever. And I'm aware that I'm just another spoke on the wheel and this bus will keep on rolling but hopefully, in doing this, I can open a few eyes. Let me tell you a personal story of prejudice and just honest to God bullying. It involves a beloved.....
The feed is suddenly cut and we see nothing but static. We cut back to the arena to the announcer's table.
JR: Strong words from our Television Champion.
Piper: I'm at a loss for words, Ross.
JR: That's a first.
JR: In our next match, we’re going to see one-half of the new UWF World Tag Team Champions Alberto Del Rio in action against Mister Money in The Bank Bray Wyatt!
Piper: Can we really call the jumping bean a Champion Ross? Not after the way he won the title!
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, Alberto Del Rio's personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodriguez!
[video=youtube;g9qQSyXNKro]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9qQSyXNKro[/video]
As we see Del Rio ride into the arena with one of his collection of cars, a sleek black Bentley, we hear the familiar voice of Alberto’s personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodrigeuz making his announcement over the blaring of the expensive car horn. The crowd gives Ricardo as well as Alberto a standing ovation!
Ponte de pie, señoras y señores!
Bienvenido a la arena, la segunda mitad de los reyes de la montaña!
Él es el hijo favorito de todo México!
La tercera generación por excelencia!
Cabalga en como en un semental negro!
Se ha enfrentado a la gigante y, sin embargo, se queda quieto!
Él es mi amigo y mi empoyer!
Alberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttooooooooooooooooo o Dellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooo oo!
Del Rio honks the horn on the car before parking it on the side of the entrance ramp. Del Rio soon exits the car before hopping onto the ramp and basking in the ambiance as the pyro shoot off behind him.
Del Rio soon makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, waiting for his opponent.
Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, from Lafayette, Lousiana, weighing in at 295 pounds, he is Mister Money in The Bank; Bray Wyatt!
[video=youtube;1r38RZnUfYE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r38RZnUfYE[/video]
The theme music of Mister Money in The Bank begins to play and the fans begin to boo. Wyatt soon walks out onto the stage, shouting out bible verses to each member of the "unwashed masses". Wyatt continues to make his way towards the ring as the heat rains down on him. Tonight, there is no Cousin Eli, it's just Wyatt going at it alone. He soon enters the ring and waits for his opponent.
Ding
Ding
Ding
The bell sounds and Wyatt rushes Del Rio. The Tag Champion ducks under Wyatt’s attempted clothesline and as Wyatt turns around, Del Rio grabs him by the arm before leaving his feet and driving Wyatt’s arm down onto his knees with an armbreaker. Wyatt drops to a knee, grabbing his arm in pain. With Wyatt down on a knee, Del Rio takes advantage and connects with a low Superkick to the jaw that knocks Wyatt to the canvas. With Mister Money in The Bank down, Del Rio goes for the first cover of the match…
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2…
Wyatt barely rolls a shoulder!
As Wyatt kicks out, Del Rio quickly his ring positioning and once again grabs Wyatt by the left arm. Making sure that the arm is flat on the canvas, Del Rio lifts his knee high in the air before bringing it down on Wyatt’s arm. Wyatt screams in pain and Del Rio raises his knee in the air again and drops it down onto Wyatt…
JR: Del Rio is doing a number on Wyatt’s arm!
After delivering the second knee into Bray Wyatt’s arm, Del Rio gets to his feet and starts slapping his arm. Every time he does, he chants “Si†over and over. Soon enough, the entire arena gets involved and they all chant “Si†repeatedly…
Piper: Del Rio’s looking for something!
As Wyatt begins getting to his feet, with the entire arena still chanting “Siâ€, Del Rio grabs Wyatt by the arm before flipping in the air, slamming Wyatt onto the mat and applying the Cross Armbreaker…
JR: Cross Armbreaker! Del Rio was setting up for it the entire time!
With the Armbreaker applied and the ropes nowhere in sight, Wyatt makes the quick choice and begins tapping out…
Ding
Ding
Ding
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner via submission; Alberto Del Rio!
JR: Huge win for Del Rio!
Del Rio’s theme music plays and the Mexican Aristocrat gets to his feet victorious. Del Rio celebrates as the entire arena chants “Si†over and over. But as the celebration continues, Del Rio is attacked from behind…
Piper: Haha!
JR: That’s Damien Sandow!
Sandow takes Del Rio down with a clubbing blow with a microphone to the back of the head. Del Rio drops like a ton of bricks, rolling onto his back as he grabs his head. Sandow stands tall over him and bends down directly into Del Rio’s face before speaking…
Sandow: Mr. Wyatt and I want you to deliver a message to Mr. Jarrett. At sports entertainment’s penultimate event, we shall relinquish you two miscreants of the Tag Team Championships and finally give this serial the Champions it deserves. You’re Welcome!
And with that, Sandow disposes of the microphone and sets his sights on Del Rio’s Tag Team Title. Sandow raises the belt high in the air and points to the WrestleMania sign hanging from the rafters as Smackdown heads to commercial.
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As John Cena's entrance music blares out of the speakers, the audience releases an never ending negative reaction, louder than any in recent memory. With the audience continuing to display their displeasure toward him, Cena would now finally step out from behind the curtain, walking out onto the stage rocking a black hooded jumper with the hood slung up and over his head. With his head down he slowly made his way toward the end of the stage. Instead of giving the salute, he stood still as he lifted his head for the first time. With a straight face he'd slightly turn his head to the left, looking out into the audience as they continued to boo him. Cena didn't seem fazed though, as he turned his head from the left now to the right. After receiving the same reception on both ends with the arena literally blowing up before his very eyes, he'd direct his attention forward, turning his head back to its general position. Now standing straight, he'd lift his right arm into the air, surprisingly still displaying the "HLR" taunt with his fingers. After holding his pose to another chorus of boos, he lowered his arm and begun walking forward. He placed his hands down by his side, as he paced his way down the ramp, and into the ring, running up the steel steps, stepping through the middle rope. Cena steps around the ring before taking a mic out from the pocket at the front of his jumper. The audience continued to get louder as an enormous "Cena Sucks" chants would echo throughout. He raises the mic slowly toward his lips, and begins speaking.
John Cena: I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to explain what happened last week. Because last week by the end of SmackDown - I left you all amazed, astounded, bewildered, blown away, confused, dazed, dazzled, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, floored, jarred, overwhelmed, perplexed, shaken, staggered, startled, stunned, rattled, rocked, shocked and rolled because John Cena threw the ultimate curve ball and no one saw it coming!
Cena paused for a moment to catch his breath, as the fans in attendance began to boo yet again, after being reminded even further of Cena's actions last week.
John Cena: And now as a result of that, I'm faced with the ol' please explain routine. Boring! Not to mention the fact that I don't have to explain myself to anybody. I don't need to come out here and tell the world why I did what I did. Hell, I could take the night off and not even be seen at all. But, by my final decision and no one else.. I decided to come out here anyway. Because there's a guy back there who fell victim to me last week, and the entire world seems to wanna know why. The entire world seems to think I'm in the wrong, but once you get to know the real Dean Ambrose.. he ain't even half the man he claims to be. So tonight I come out here not to explain myself, because I don't need explaining. I come out here tonight to address Ambrose, and the reason why I did what I did!
Cena took off his hoodie and threw it on the mat. Cena was now shirtless, but bare in comparison to usual. There were no sweatbands, no armbands, nothing but the shorts and shoes he came out with. Cena raised the mic back toward his lips, as things were about to get a lot more serious.
John Cena: You see, a lot of people think this is all about me, and the World Heavyweight Championship... but I assure you it isn't. Don't get me wrong, at the end of the day I want the World Heavyweight Championship, and I will have it in my grasp sooner than later. I will also serve for myself and myself only, not the leader of no silly group but myself and being on top of this business like I should be. From myself to the strap and back again, I got a job to do and by God I'm gonna do it. Because for a long time now, long before I signed my contract.. I had a plan. I had a couple of ideas in mind, but one plan stood out to me. And from that one idea, I had my plan set in stone. Because from the very beginning, it's all been about one man and that's none other than my "pal", Dean Ambrose!
Cena raised his voice yet again as he spoke of Ambrose's name. It seemed to ignite Cena deep down within, as you could see the rage building up inside of him. The audience is shocked of Cena's actions, as he brushes it off before continuing.
John Cena: Not too long ago, I sided myself with Dean Ambrose and we begun tag teaming. And during that time I was nothing more than a security guard for your current World Heavyweight Champion. I mean sure, we came out here together, we cut a few promos together, we met regularly to discuss certain things and game plans in order to keep our tag team championships. But for every single thing we ever did, it was never about us. It was never about me! You see, that group revolved around one thing, and one thing only, Dean Ambrose. Think about it, everything we ever did.. was for the betterment of Dean, and the safety of the World Championship on his shoulder. He wanted to assure himself that he'd keep that title a lot longer then he felt capable of achieving of his own. Because with me by his side, he was confident enough to do anything. Confident enough to approach enemies, call out enemies, and put his title on the line if needed, hell.. he was confident enough to do anything. Dean Ambrose didn't fear a damn thing, because of me!
Cena's intensity rose as he is revealing the "true story" about his tag team partner. The audience responds with boo's, as Cena continues.
John Cena: Dean's the type of guy who's built upon trust, he wants everyone to prove themselves trustworthy before he actually chooses to trust them, based on the fact he's been apparently turned upon one too many times. But after walking side by side with him week after week, it ain't hard to see why. Hell, I turned my back on Dean and it was easy.. but it ain't about that. You see, for a guy who can't seem to trust anybody else.. why should anybody trust Dean? What exactly has Dean done for anybody else, other than himself? All the friends he's ever had, have been nothing more than slaves trying to earn his trust by helping him keep everything he's got. Dean Ambrose has used every friend he's ever had, and it's about time someone exposed the real man who holds the World Heavyweight Championship! Dean, you're a fraud, a hypocrite, and the one thing that's keeping you sane at the moment? Your better bet your ass I'm gonna take it soon!
Cena smirks a smirk just as evil as the one he wore in the closing moments of last week's SmackDown event, as he'd stroke upon his chin ever so gently.
John Cena: You're no champion Dean, your self-centered, your selfish.. and all you care about is yourself! The entire time it's always been about you? You didn't care about me, you didn't care about anyone else, and you don't care about these people! When I was teaming with you it was always about you but now I can focus on myself! And eventually Dean, your gonna be alone on your lonesome. No friends, no titles, just a man beaten by the best and the best? You're looking at him!
Cena continues to smirk as he lowers the mic down by his side, soaking in the negative mood around him.
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WrestleMania II
April 14th 2013
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JR: It’s time for our main event Roddy. For the first time ever, UWF World Heavyweight Champion Dean Ambrose will go one on one with UWF European Champion Edge!
Lillian Garcia: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 236 pounds, he is reigning UWF European Champion "The Rated R Superstar" Edge!
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW ME!
[video=youtube;dKSJN3WWR3E]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKSJN3WWR3E[/video]
It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am
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.
Lillian Garcia: And his opponent,from Cincinatti, Ohio, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the World Heavweight Champion, Dean Ambrose!
Cause Really I'm A Psycho
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The crazy World Heavyweight Champion comes out to the ring to the biggest pop of the night so far. The sadistic Ambrose looks determined and angry, not a good combination for his opponent. Ambrose gets into the ring as quickly as he can before turning towards the crowd and the cameras to taunt. He then begins to lean on the ring ropes, smirking, but also watching around before taking off his jacket, and continuously rocking, waiting for the match to begin
Ding
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The bell sounds and the main event is now underway. Edge and Ambrose meet in the center of the ring and tie up to begin. Edge gets the advantage on the World Champion with a high key lock. Edge puts his foot behind Ambrose’s leg and begins pushing Ambrose downwards towards the canvas…
JR: Look at Edge’s strength!
Edge forces Ambrose’s shoulders down onto the mat before using his free leg to stomp the Champion onto the canvas. The Rated R Superstar follows up with an elbow across the chest before going for the first cover of the match…
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Ambrose kicks out!
As Ambrose kicks out, Edge grabs him by the head and applies a rear chinlock before dragging the World Heavyweight Champion up to his feet. Ambrose soon counters with an elbow to the stomach, causing Edge to release his grip on the World Champion. Ambrose looks to run the far ropes but as he tries to create distance, Edge grabs a handful of hair and slams Ambrose back onto the mat. As the World Champion holds his head, Edge uses the near ropes to pick up speed before delivering a quick leg drop down across Edge’s throat. As the World Champion gasps for air, Edge goes for another cover…
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Ambrose kicks out again!
JR: I’ve got to tell you Roddy, I can’t remember the last time I saw Edge this focused!
Piper: He’s the Champion of Champions Ross! He’s out to prove that he’s the best!
With Ambrose still trying to recover from landing hard on the back of his head, The Rated R Superstar heads to the far side of the ring and lifts himself off the canvas and to the middle rope. Edge sits patiently as the World Heavyweight Champion begins staggering to his feet. Ambrose makes it to a full vertical base and as he does, Edge leaps off the middle rope, looking to deliver an aerial offensive maneuver…
Piper: Here comes Edge!
As Edge is incoming, Dean Ambrose is able to catch him and drop him onto his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop. The European Champion grabs his groin and Ambrose capitalizes on this opening by delivering a running neckbreaker to Edge. As the European Champion grabs his neck in pain, Ambrose goes for a cover…
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Edge kicks out!
JR: Now Ambrose may be able to string some moves together!
The World Heavyweight Champion pushes himself to his feet and falls back onto the ropes. He watches as Edge gets to a knee. Once he does, Ambrose delivers a right hand to Edge’s face, knocking him back onto the ropes. Ambrose grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him across the ring. Edge is able to counter and shoots Ambrose off instead. Ambrose runs the ropes and as he rushes back to Edge, the Rated R Superstar manages to get his foot up and deliver a huge big boot directly to the World Champion’s face. This knocks Ambrose to the mat and Edge goes for another cover…
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Ambrose kicks out!
JR: That was a close call for the World Champion!
After Ambrose manages to kick out yet again, the Rated R Superstar gets to his feet and heads to the far side of the ring and drops down into a crouching position, stalking the World Heavyweight Champion…
Piper: I know what Edge is looking for!
Edge begins bouncing around the corner, waiting and waiting for Ambrose to get to his feet. On the far side of the ring, Dean Ambrose uses the ring ropes to pull himself up to his feet. As he does, Edge charges across the ring and looks prepared to deliver his patented Spear…
JR: Spear!
Before Edge can connect, Ambrose is able to catch him and counter with a spinning side slam, thrusting the European Champion down onto the mat with extreme force…
JR: The Moxocity Sideslam!
After hitting the high impact move, Ambrose drapes his arm over Edge’s chest and goes for a cover…
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Edge kicks out!
Piper: I’ve got to give him credit that was a decent counter!
After Edge kicks out of the Moxocity, Ambrose drags himself back up to his feet. Edge is shaking off the effects off the high impact counter and rests on the ropes as he gets to his feet as well. Ambrose staggers over to him and grabs Edge by the arm, once again Irish whipping the European Champion across the ring. Edge runs the ropes and as he comes back at the World Heavyweight Champion, Edge leaves his feet and delivers a flying forearm. Unfortunately for Edge, the World Heavyweight Champion manages to move out of the way and Edge hits the referee instead…
JR: And there goes the official!
Piper: I swear to God Ross, these guys are so fragile!
Edge gets to his feet after hitting the referee by accident. The European Champion turns around and Ambrose catches him with a boot to the stomach. Ambrose throws Edge’s arm over his shoulder and lifts Edge high in the air with a vertical suplex….
JR: Look at the elevation!
After holding Edge up for several moments, Ambrose drops him with DDT…
Piper: One hitter!
The crowd explodes as Ambrose hits the One Hitter on Edge. Ambrose wastes no time floating over and hooking Edge’s near leg…
JR: There’s no official!
With the official down, the crowd begins counting the fall…
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Ambrose realizes that there’s no count and gets off Edge and goes to check on the official. Ambrose shakes the official, trying to revive him. Nothing seems to work, but Ambrose continues to try. With Ambrose having his back turned, John Cena slides into the ring behind him and stands tall as the World Heavyweight Champion has his attention diverted….
JR: Ambrose! Watch out!
The World Heavyweight Champion has no time to react when Cena turns him around and hoists him onto his shoulders. The World Heavyweight Champion tries to fight, but fails as Cena flips him off his shoulders and onto the mat with an Attitude Adjustment…
Piper: It’s just like last week!
The entire arena boos Cena after his delivers the Attitude Adjustment to the World Champion. Cena gets back to his feet and out of the corner of his eye, he sees his old rival, Edge. Edge and Cena have a staredown…
JR: Things may get heated here!
Edge and Cena continue to stare one another down until Cena does the unthinkable. Cena looks at Ambrose, who is just starting to get to a knee. Cena motions to Edge and tells the Rated R Superstar “He’s all yours†Cena leaves the ring and Edge drops down into a crouching position. Ambrose manages to make it to his feet and Edge charges right at him, cutting him in half with a vicious Spear…
Piper: Spear!
As Edge hits the Spear, the referee begins coming to and Edge hooks the near leg…
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JR: Not like this!
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Ding
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Piper: Edge just beat the World Champion!
Lillian Garcia: The winner of this match, the European Champion Edge!
Alter Bridge’s “Metangilus†plays and the European Champion staggers up to his feet. He is handed his Championship title before holding his arms high in the air in victory. Edge hits the canvas and rolls underneath the bottom rope before heading up the ramp and to the back. As Edge leaves sight, John Cena grabs a steel chair from ringside and snatches the World Heavyweight Championship from the timekeeper’s possession along with a microphone…
JR: Now what’s Cena going to do!
Cena enters the ring with the chair, microphone and the World Championship. Cena opens the chair and sits it down right on Ambrose’s chest before sitting down on it. Cena smirks at the fallen Champion before slowly sleeping to him….
John Cena: I want you to listen to me REAL close. I want you to take this World Heavyweight Championship and hold onto it real tight. Because at WrestleMania, I'm going to take it from you. And when I do, everything will be right with the world.
And just like that, Cena drops the microphone onto the canvas and holds the World Heavyweight Championship high in the air.
JR: It looks like the match is set. At WrestleMania, it'll be Dean Ambrose defending the World Heavyweight Champion aganist John Cena.
Credits
Promos: Respective TTers
EVerything Else: Cwalker
Confirmed for WrestleMania
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Dean Ambrose(c) versus John Cena
UWF World Tag Team Championships
The Kings of Wrestling(c) versus Y.E.S(Damien Sandow and Bray Wyatt)
But hey... I BEAT AMBROSE! WHAT WHAT!
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