LIVE from Pontiac, Michigan!
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"To be loved" by Papa Roach continues to echo throught the arena as the camera pans around the crowd who are standing up, shouting at the top of there lungs as they hold up signs for there most loved and hated superstars. A small graphic appears just to the top left corner of the screen, informing us that tonight's Raw is coming to use Live from Pontiac, Michigan. While the cameras pan the crowd, we hear the voices Jim Ross.
Jim Ross: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Monday Night Raw! No Mercy has come and gone folks, but what a night it was. We saw pain, glory and flat-out shock. If you missed No Mercy: Night of Champions, you just have to order the repeat for this pay-per-view, because it was one of the best!
King: Well I hate to start the show off on a sour note for me, but I have to agree with you, JR. No Mercy's Night of Champions may have been the best pay-per-view of 2008.
JR: But No Mercy is over, and we are all set for an action pa-
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(Jim Ross is cut off by "Turn up the trouble" begins to play over the speakers as Mr. Kennedy comes out from the curtains with a microphone already in hand. He walks down to the ring with a not so happy look on his face as he ignores the fans who hold there hands out towards him. Kennedy walks up the steel steps and proceeds to step into the ring, walking in the middle of the ring. Kennedy looks around the crowd for a minute before raising the mic up to his mouth, not even waiting for the backstage crew to cut his music.)
Mr. Kennedy: Cut the music... I said cut the damn music!
Jim Ross: Well, Kennedy obvisouly not to happy about last night's results for the main event.
King: Obviously, Jr.
Mr. Kennedy: You know, last night at No Mercy's Night of Champions I was in a fatal four way match for the WWE Championship, and I gotta say... I wasn't impressed. Everyone who saw No Mercy last night, knows just like I do, that the WWE Champion Triple H's win over me was a fluke!
(The crowd boo's.)
Mr. Kennedy: I mean lets face it, everybody knows that in a one on one match, Triple H cannot beat me. Everybody knows that No Mercy was a fluke for Triple H. The fact is, he just got lucky, plain and simple. As far as I'm concerend, I got screwed out of winning the WWE title. You seee right now I should be standing here in this very ring as your new WWE champion. As of right now, I see have the WWE championship wrapped around my beatiful waist. At this very moment I should be reaching into the heavans and announcing... "Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and new WWE champion of the WOOOOOOORLD! Mrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Kennedyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....... Kennedy!
Kennedy pauses for a second time, taking his time to compose himself before beginning.
Mr. Kennedy: But you see, that didn't happen now did it? Instead I'm here without the WWE title wrapped around my waist, instead I was screwed out of winning championship gold, and you know what? I don't like that... I don't like the sound of that one bit. You people don't know how I fell right now, I was cheated, cheated out of match that I had won.
The crowd continues to jeer and boo Kennedy.
Mr. Kennedy: Oh what, you people don't agree with me? Why don't you all just shut up already!? You people obviously don't know a wrestling icon when you see one. I mean lets face it, this place is a dump. There isn't a damn good thing about Pontiac, Michigan! So all of you can boo me, hate me, I don't care, and you know why? Your all from Michigan and nobody cares about this stupid city anyways!
Kennedy lowers the mic as the fans really get pissed at him, starting up a "Asshole" chant.
Jim Ross: Mr. Kennedy guy has no respect for these fans.
King: And why should he? These people certainly don't have any for him.
Mr. Kennedy: I don't give a crap if you boo or have a lame sign about me, I am better than all of you, because it's obvious you all are just jealous of me! That's right your all jealous, jealous of my good looks, my talent, and my skill. just face it, I'm better than all of you.
Mr. Kennedy walks over near the ropes and points to a random fan.
Mr. Kennedy: Better than you.
Points to another fan.
Mr. Kennedy: Better than you.
He points to a fat fan in the crowd who has a corndog in his hand.
Mr. Kennedy: Oh, way better than you fat boy.
The camera gets a close up on the fan as he is seen giving Mr. Kennedy the middle finger while talking trash to him. Kennedy just laughs at the fan.
Mr. Kennedy: What's that fatty? I couldn't quite hear you. Why don't you take that corndog out of your mouth so I can understand what the hell your saying. Yeah, now sit down, be quiet, and keep on stuffing your mouth with that corndog fatso.
Kennedy pauses, looking around at the crowd.
Mr. Kennedy: Now like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by you idiot fans. See, unlike some guys back in that locker room... I deserve another shot at the WWE championship. I deserve it more than anybody on the RAW roster... more than Randy Orton, more than Shawn Michaels, because you see I have never had a one on one match with Triple H for the title. Everybody but me has been given that chance, everybody but me. So to sum this all up, what I want is a on on one match with Triple H for the WWE championship, and as everyone should know, what Mr. Kennedy wants... Mr. Kennedy gets. So Triple H, as of right now I'm demanding, not asking but DEMANDING you to come out to this ring and give me my WWE title match.
(Mr. Kennedy Stands in the ring, waiting for HHH to come out but nobody shows up. He waits a bit longer before speaking again.)
Mr. Kennedy: Come on Triple H, I know you're back there. Come on out and face me like a man.
(Kennedy waits for a bit longer, but HHH still doesn't come out..)
Mr. Kennedy: Just as I though... just as I thought. The great ol' mighty Triple H, The Game, The Cerebral Assassin is scared, scared to face his rea-
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("The Game" by Motorhead comes blasting out of the speakers as the WWE Champion Triple H comes out to Kennedy's delight. HHH gets a huge pop from the crowd as Triple H has his WWE title over his shoulder and he walks down the ramp, staring directly at Kennedy who is still waiting for him in the ring. Triple H walks up the steep steps and steps into the ring as he continues to stare Kennedy down, who has a big smirk on his face. HHH's music ceases as a "Triple H" chant starts up from the fans. Triple H waits for the chants to die down before speaking.)
Triple H: You just don't know when to stop running your mouth do you? I mean here you are, the so called "Future of Sports Entertainment" standing out here whining and complain about how you got cheated out of win last night at No Mercy's Night of Champions. But you know Kennedy, from what I know you weren't cheated or screwed out of anything. Face it, you lost that match fair and square... I beat you one, two, three without cheating, plain and simple. So you can walk around here and piss and moan until you wet your trousers about how you got screwed out of that WWE title match, but just like you, just like me, and just like everybody else who saw that match last night at No Mercy. We all you know that you weren't cheated out of a win, I beat you fair and square, so just accept it already Kennedy.
Mr. Kennedy: Ok... Ok Triple H. I'll admit, last night at Night of Champions you beat me, you did. But you see last night's WWE title match was a fatal four way, which included two other men in that match. That is why tonight I'm asking for a one on one title match with you, because you know just like everyone else knows that I can beat you in a one on on match, you know I can beat you Triple H. So how about it? You and me in a one on one match for your title... Triple H versus Mr. Kennedy for the WWE Championship.
(The crowd erupts in cheers at the sound of this happening. Just then, Kennedy gets right in Triple H's face.)
Mr. Kennedy: Unless of course... your scared. But hey I totally understand if you are scared, I mean if I were you I'd be afraid to put the WWE title on the line against me too.
Triple H: Kennedy, you know I'm not the one to back down from a challenge. So if it's a title match you want, it's a title match you get.
(The crowd erupts in cheers.)
Jim Ross: Oh boy, business is picking up here.
King: So are we really gonna see it? Triple H vs Mr. Kennedy for the WWE title, for the first time?
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("Burn in my light" plays over the speakers as Randy Orton comes from out of the curtains with a microphone already in hand. Orton makes his way down the ramp and then near the ring, he climbs up the steep steps and enters the ring. He takes a look at both Kennedy and HHH and then begins to speak.)
Randy Orton: Now hold on just a damn minute... Mr. Kennedy, what have you done to earn a WWE Championship Match? Last night at No Mercy: Night of Champions you were the one who lost, so if anybody deserves a shot at the WWE title, it's me. See Mr. Kennedy, you'r not challenging anybody, because it is I, Randy Orton who will face Triple H for the WWE Championship. You are looking at your next WWE Champion people, because I'm not just going to be facing Triple H for the WWE title... I'm going to beat him.
Mr. Kennedy: Oh is that right Randy? You are going to be facing Triple H for the WWE title?
(Randy Orton nods.)
Randy Orton: That's right.
Mr. Kennedy: Well I hate to burst your bubble Randy, but you aren't getting a WWE title match anytime soon. Let me ask you something, how many times have you had a WWE title match against Triple H? About what, thirty, fourty? But you know how many I've had? Zero!
Randy Orton: Well there's a reason for that Kennedy... the reason you'v never had a title match with Triple H is because you don't deserve one.
(Orton and Kennedy get into each other's faces.)
Mr. Kennedy: Oh really? How about I prove to you right now that I deserve a WWE title shot.
Triple H: Ladies, ladies, settle down. Now, I'm pretty sure you both could work something out... there's no need to argue. Obviously both of you want a shot at my WWE title, so how about I give both of you guys what you want? Let's make this a thriple threat match!
(The crowd erupt in cheers.)
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("Sexy Boy" fills the arena as "HBK" Shawn Michaels comes out on stage as the crowd begins to cheer. He walks down the ramp and makes it near the ring, walking up the steel steps and entering the ring. Michaels signals for a mic and he is handed one as he begins to talk.)
Shawn Michaels: Woah, Woah, Woah, wait just a darn minute. I know, I know you three aren't make a WWE title match without the Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels. Now unless my ears deceive me, it's seems to me like both Randy Orton and Mr. Kennedy think they deserve a shot at the WWE championship. Well boys you seem to be forgetting about one important factor, your forgetting about the show stopper, the main event, the headliner, "HBK" Shawn Michaels! Because you see just like you Randy, I didn't lost last night at No Mercy, therefore *Shrugging his shoulders* I deserve a WWE title shot just as much as you do. And on top of that, on top of that, Hunter, Buddy.... you and me, we're like brothers. But I would love nothing more than to once again go another round with you for the WWE Championship.
Randy Orton: You gotta be kiddin me. Shawn, you think you deserve a shot at the WWE title? I don't think so. I, "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton am the only person who deserves a WWE title shot. I don't give a crap weather you got pinned or not last night at No Mercy, because the fact of the matter is, you will have to wait in line just like everybody else. Because as of right now, I am the one who will be ge-
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(Orton is cut off by the music of RAW's general manager Ric Flair. "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair comes out on stage, styling and profilin as the fans cheer for him. Flair already has a mic in hand as he begins to speak on the entrance stage.)
Ric Flair: Woooooooo, Pontiac, Michigan!
(The fans go wild with cheers.)
Ric Flair: You guys are on fire tonight. Well you should be, because we have a tremendous show for you all tonight. But before we get to that, I must solve this problem we got here in the ring. Now last night at No Mercy: Night of Champions all four of you faced off in a fatal four way match for the WWE title, and now it seems to me that tonight, Mr. Kennedy, Randy Orton, Shawn Michaels... all three of you want a shot at Triple H's WWE title. Well let me tell you all something, when it's all said and done, when the decision is made, only one of you will be the number one contender for Triple H's WWE championship. Now usually, I would come out here and I would make a match to decide the number one contender, but tonight is different. Because as you know, the most interactive pay per view we all know as Cyber Sunday is coming up... which means that I won't be deciding who will be facing Triple H for the WWE championship... the fans will. So with that being said, I would like to announce the candidates to face Triple H at Cyber Sunday for the WWE title. On one hand we got "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton...
(The fans shower Orton with boos, but Orton only smirks.)
Ric Flair: Mr. Kennedy...
(The crowd also boos him.)
Ric Flair: And "HBK" Shawn Michaels!
(The crowd explodes with cheers.)
Ric Flair: Hold on, hold on... I'm not finished just yet. Tonight in the main event, you four will be in Tag Team action. It's gonna be Mr. Kennedy, teaming up with Randy Orton, to take on the team of Shawn Michaels... and the WWE Champion Triple H!
(Fans cheer.)
Ric Flair: Wooooooooooo!
Jim Ross: Baw Gawd what an announcment! Come Cyber Sunday, at the most interactive pay per view of the year... one of these men will be facing "The Game" Triple H for the WWE championship.
King: And to top it off JR, we got a blockbuster Tag Team Match for the main event tonight. Triple H & Shawn Michaels, taking on the team of Randy Orton & Mr. Kennedy. What a night this is going to be!
(Flair's music hits once again as the crowd "Wooooo's" along with him. Meanwhile in the ring, all four men are looking around at each other before RAW goes to a commercial.)
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Lillian Garcia: The following diva's contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, from Louisville, Kentucky, Jillian Hall!
(Jillian Hall begins to make her way down the ramp way, with a huge smirk on her face. Jillian ignores the boos from the crowd, too confident and focused on her match here tonight. Jillian ascends the steel steps up to the ring apron, and she then enters the ring in between the middle and top ropes. Jillian goes to the center of the ring, fluffing through her hair some more, before pointing at herself with her right index finger.)
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Lillian Garcia: And her opponet, from Palatka, Florida, she is the Women's Champion... Michelle Mccool!
(Michelle appears on the stage with her newly won Women's title wrapped around her waist. Michelle holds her right hand up to the crowd, getting a positive reaction from the crowd. Michelle walks down the ramp way, slapping some of the fans hands. Michelle hops onto the ring apron, swinging her leg back, before then entering the ring through the middle rope. Michelle shows no intimidation towards Jillian Hall. The Bell rings and the match is underway.)
Non-Title Match
Michelle Mccool vs Jillian Hall
Both women circle the ring for a bit before a quick lock-up occurs between the two women as Michelle Mccool gets the upper-hand with a knee into Jillian Halls’s gut. Mccool runs her hands into her bushy hair, and reaches out to grab Jillian. Mccool pulls Jillian back up by her hair and hits her with a right fits squarely into the cheek, knocking Jillian back down. Mccool whips Jillian across the ring and into a turnbuckle and follows up with a back elbow into her face, smiling smugly at her dominance on Jillian. As Jillian bends low from the move, Mccool pulls her towards herself and hits her with a hard clothesline. Mccool goes for the cover. 1…2… but Jillian kicks out. As Jillian is on her fours, Mccool sneaks in a hard kick into the gut, causing Jillian to moan from that attack into the abdomen. As Jillian tries to get back up, Mccool kicks her yet again, this time in the chest, making a loud noise that incited groans from the fans. As Jillian gets back to her feet, Mccool rebounds herself across the ropes and goes forth, but Jillian catches her with a sidewalk slam. Jillian covers quickly. 1…2… but Mccool kicks out. Jillian lifts Mccool overhead and drops her into the ropes, causing her to bounce off the top rope sickly. Jillian then whips Mccool into the ropes, hitting her with a back drop, knocking a scream out of Mccool. Jillian goes to grab Mccool’s legs, but Mccool holds on tightly to the ropes. Jillian, however, just simply yanks her off, dropping Mccool in an alley oop. As Mccool gets up, Jillian hits her with a hard right hand, knocking her right back on her back. Jillian then whips Mccool off the ropes and hits her with a superkick, sprawling Mccool out on the canvas. Jillian then ducks under the ropes and hits a flip leg drop from the ring apron into Mccool. Jillian hooks both of Mccool’s legs. 1…2… but Mccool kicks out. Both women get back to their feet, and Mccool regains control of the match again with a knee to Jillian’s gut, capitalizing by twisting Jillian’s arm into an armlock, but Jillian does a cartwheel flip, turning the armlock against Mccool. She then nails a arm drag to Mccool, taking her down. With the armlock firmly in place, Jillian turns it into a modified fireman’s carry, dropping Mccool’s arm into her thigh. Jillian twists under Mccool’s arm, adding extra tension and then hits her with an elbow into the face. Mccool counters with two straight elbows into Jillian’s face and then ducks under Jillian, reversing the armlock. Mccool then jumps into the air and hits Jillian with a modified elevated armbreaker. Mccool hits a stomp into Jillian’s arm, and then rebounds across the rope with a dropkick into Jillian’s arm. As Jillian gets back to her feet, Mccool grabs her arm, and then climbs the turnbuckle, hitting an arm drag from the top rope. Mccool raises her hands to taunt to the fans, who give her a couple of light cheers. Mccool whips Jillian into the turnbuckle, sending Jillian’s arm crashing into the cushion. Mccool then makes a mad dash towards Jillian wanting to hit a clothesline. She is however, cut off by a boot to the face by Jillian. Jillian starts stepping up on the turnbuckle and dives off, hitting a jumping double axe-handle into Mccool’s face. Jillian aims a kick into Mccool’s gut and pulls her up with the intention of nailing a Sitout Facebuster right there, but Mccool reverses out of the move and gets Jillian into a small package... pin. 1…2… but Jillian kicks out. Jillian gets to her feet first, and quickly whips Mccool into the corner, bouncing her head off the turnbuckle. Jillian then slings Mccool over her shoulder and hits her with a vertical suplex. Jillian goes to scale the ropes, but Mccool hits her with an elbow to the back of the head, slamming her off the turnbuckle by the hair. The fans are on their feet as Mccool climbs the second turnbuckle, Mccool then dives off the turnbuckle, hitting a elbow drop… nothing, as Jillian managed to roll out of the way at the last moment. Jillian pushes Mccool onto her back and goes for the quick cover. 1…2… but Mccool kicks out. Mccool gets backed into the corner, and Jillian follows the attack with a shoulder block. But Mccool gets out of the way, causing Jillian to hit herself on the steel post. Mccool hops up onto the ropes and hits Jillian with a cross body. There's the cover....1....2...3!
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner... Michelle Mccool!
(Michelle Mccool celebrates her victory as the ref hands her her Women's title and raises her arm in the air. She has a satisfied look on her face, this is until see she's former Women's champion Melina walk out on stage, applauding Mccool on her win. Mcool lookes on confused as she clutches her title tighter.)
Jim Ross: What's this all about?
King: It looks to me like Melina is trying to get in the champ's head.
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(The camera cuts backstage and we see Tod Grisham standing by next to Jeff Hardy.)
Tod Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... Jeff Hardy.
(The crowd gives Jeff a loud pop as he nods his head in approval.)
Todd Grisham: Well Jeff Hardy last night at No Mercy: Night of Champions you along with Kane were randomly chosen to fight for Umaga's Intercontinental Championship. Unfortunately you came up short in that match, but tonight you have a chance to redeem yourself as you go one on one with JBL later on tonight. Your thoughts going into this match?
Jeff Hardy: Well Todd I have to agree with you on one thing, last night at No Mercy: Night of Champions I failed to obtain the Intercontinental title, but that was last night, that's in the past. I'm not going to sit here and dwell on something that happened in the past, because tonight I'm all about the here and now. And tonight I face the self proclaimed "Wrestling God" JBL. Now JBL, all I have to say is this. I don't plan on screwing things up like I did last night, tonight I plan on going out to that ring and putting on one hell of a show for these fans and walking out the winner of the match. JBL, I'm not going easy on you tonight... I'm letting you know right now that I'm going to give it my all in this match... I'm not going to hold anything back. With my last breath, I will accomplish what needs to be accomplished, I will succeed what needs to be succe-
(Just then, Jeff Hardy is interupted by JBL who walks into the scene.)
JBL: Woah, Woah, Woah... are you kiddin me? Did I hear that right? The rainbow haired idiot saying that he is going to beat me, John Bradshaw Layfield. Save your breath kid, nobody wants to hear a speach from a loser such as yourself. I mean you should have seen yourself last night at No Mercy: Night of Champion's, you got beatin like a dog. The fans don't wanna hear you Jeff, your a loser. Todd, you shouldn't be interviewing this punk, you should be conducting a interview with a WRESTLING GOD like myself... you should be conducting this interview with JBL.
Jeff Hardy: Umm... excuse me? I was kinda in the middle of an interview, and I don't appreciate you interupting me and insulting me like that.
(JBL laughs.)
JBL: Well would you look at that Todd, the losers tryin to talk tough. Listen pal, if you think the beating Umaga gave you last night was bad, just you wait and see what I do to you later on tonight in that ring. If I were you Jeff, I wouldn't even bother showing up. I'm not in the best of moods after being left out of last night's pay per view, so maybe you can try and survive. So go and pray to the god and hope you don't get beaten too badly. Good luck Jeff, and boy do you need it.
Jeff Hardy: I guess were just gonna have to see about that, won't we?
JBL: Oh will see... will see. Oh, I almost forgot.
(JBL acts like he is about say something, but instead hits Jeff square in the face with a right fist to the face. Jeff is on the floor, holding his jaw in pain as Bradshaw looks down at him for a few seconds, before walking out of view.)
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Lillian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring... from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing in 225 pounds... Jeff Hardy!
(Jeff Hardy emerges from backstage to some cheers from the fans. Jeff goes through his usual entrance routine, making "Gunz" taunts and dancing at the top of the stage, before running down the ramp and slapping the hands of some the fans. Hardy then slides into the ring, and runs up the turnbuckle padding. Hardy then taunts on the top turnbuckle, and jumps down.)
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Lillian Garcia: And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in 290 pounds... John Bradshaw Layfield!
(A white limo is seen driving out on stage, he stops and the limousine driver gets out of the limo. He opens the back door, and none other that John Bradshaw Layfield steps out. He raises on his arms, taunting the crowd as he recieves some loud boos. JBL makes his way up the ramp, ignoring the fans as he struts down to the ring. JBL walks up the steps and enters the ring through the ropes, he trash talks Jeff in the corner before taking his entrance attire off, getting ready for the start of the match.)
Singles Match
JBL vs Jeff Hardy
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JBL taunts Jeff as the bell rings.. JBL gets in Jeff's face and begins to trash talk him while pointing his finger into Jeff's chest. JBL keeps doing so, until Jeff gets fed up with it and slaps JBL square in the face. As the match begins... He catches JBL with a dropkick and goes on the offensive early in the match. Jeff drags JBL to his feet as the pair trade right hands with each other... Jeff Hardy takes it up a notch and catches JBL with another dropkick. Nick stumbles torwards the ropes but retaliates with a shoulder block. JBL turns torwards Jeff, grabs him by his head and flings him right across the rope. JBL stares at Jeff, grabs the ropes and pulls them back.. He flings himself across the rope as he collides with Jeff! JBL then mounts Hardy and irish whips Jeff into the barricade but Jeff sees the barricade and stops running.. JBL runs torwards him as Jeff throws JBL right above him and he lands on the canvas. JBL rolls around on the ground holding his back in pain.. Jeff drags JBL to his feet and the pair get into the ring.. Jeff places JBL's large head under his armpit and catches him in a snap-suplex.. And another and another until JBL reverses the final suplex into a suplex of his own. JBL drags Jeff's fallen body over to the edge of the turnbuckle and climbs to the second one. He stares at Jeff beneath him as Jeff gasps for air.. JBL takes a sigh of intensity and dives off the turnbuckle to hit a diving elbow but Jeff rolls out of the way as JBL lands on his elbow! Most of the crowd feel JBL's pain as Jeff scurries to the top rope. He looks at JBL and then looks at the crowd.. He isn't paying any attention to JBL who has currently got to his feet.. JBL dives at the ropes as Jeff lands on his crown jewels and falls to the ground. The crowd feel his pain more than JBL's. JBL holds his arm in pain and stumbles to the ropes, on the rebound catching Jeff with an elbow drop. JBL then rushes over and slams Jeff's head repeatedly on the canvas. JBL drags the Hardy boy to his feet and catches him with a sidewalk slam. He stands up and taunts, raising his arm in the air as the fans shower him with jeers and boos. Jeff slowly gets to his feet holding his neck and elbows JBL right across his abdomen.. He then dashes torwards JBL and catches him in a bulldog.. He goes for the cover '1..' but JBL kicks out.. He quickly gets up and Jeff dives from the top rope colliding off JBL in a senton bomb. Jeff drags JBL to his feet and whips into the nearest turnbuckle. He elbow chops JBL as the fans go "OOOOH". JBL then retaliates and grabs Jeff by the hair and flings him into the turnbuckle.. He lays into him by punching him in face over and over. Jeff covers up fror the punches and tries to escape but JBL just keeps going! The fans begin a "Hardy" chant as Jeff falls to his feet and JBL taunts. JBL viciously drags Jeff to his feet whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle.. He dashes torwards that turnbuckle and lands a shoulder block on to Jeff's abdomen as he screams out in pain. JBL pulls Jeff out of the turnbuckle and begins toying with him, slapping him around. Suddenly Jeff grabs JBL's head and causes damage to his neck with his signature move.. The Sit-Out Jawbreaker!
JBL lands hard on his bottom as Jeff gets to his feet.. He mocks JBL by slapping him in the face and dropkicks him on the ground. Jeff then lands a leg-drop on JBL. He drags JBL to his feet and whips him into the ropes, on the re-bound JBL ducks under Jeff's arms and catches Jeff with a neckbreaker. Jeff lands on his neck causing extreme pain as JBL gets hurt in the situation by landing on his back. Jeff slowly gets to his feet as JBL does also and the two trade punches. Right, left, right, left before Jeff whips JBL into the ropes and JBL goes straight over them and hits the canvas! He crawls desperately to the steps as Jeff is currently taunting for the wild crowd. Jeff notices JBL getting to his feet so he dashes towards the ropes and vaults right over them and collides with JBL. The crowd give a "Holy Shi*" chant as the two men remain down and out on the canvas. Jeff is the first to get to his feet and the Rainbow Haired Warrior climbs up the steel steps. He lands a leg-drop from above on JBL who gasps for air. Jeff climbs into the ring as JBL slowly gets to his feet. Jeff drags JBL into the ring along with him and pins him '1..2..' but JBL wriggles out of the pinning move. Jeff plants a kick at the back of JBL's head driving him to the canvas! He then follows up with.. What is this?! Jeff holds JBL's legs wide open and then leg-drops JBL's groin area. JBL holds his groin in pain as Jeff laughs at him. The camera switches over to the commentators as King is laughing but JR looks pretty worried. It switches back to the match as Jeff is laying into JBL with fast jabs to the face. JBL holds his arms over his face trying to block Jeff's attack and is successful. Jeff looks pretty frustrated and turns back to JBL and goes to drag him to his feet but JBL grabs a hold of Jeff's belt and drags him into the ring-rope. Jeff then holds his head in pain as JBL stomps away at Jeff's back... JBL then drags Jeff to his feet and yanks him into his legs, he then does the smoking taunt on Jeff's back before raising him up in the air for the Powerbomb! But Jeff isn't going down easy, Jeff begins punching JBL in the face trying to fight out of the powerbomb. But to no avail as JBL slams Jeff hardy down hard with the Powerbomb! He slowly pins Jeff as the referee counts '1..2..' but Jeff kicks out much to the fans awe, JBL's awe and certainly people watching around the world's awe! JBL holds his head in shock as the some of the fans are in shock. JBL then stomps at Jeff in a frustrated move as Jeff just bounces up and down hitting the canvas. JBL now waits in the corner, stalking Jeff Hardy to get up. Once Jeff gets up, he turns around right into a Clothesline from Hell from JBL! Here's the cover...1....2...3No! JBL stops the count himself as JR and King are not sure what JBL is doing. JBL gets up to his feet smirking, looking down at Jeff Hardy as he once again taunts the crowd. He kicks Jeff in the face, just toying with Hardy... JBL grabs Jeff Hardy by the hair to pick him up, but Jeff gets him in a small package....1.....2....3!
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner... Jeff Hardy!
(The ring bell is rung and Jeff quickly rolls out the ring as his music begins to play again, as the fans jump to their feet, cheering on Jeff hardy in his victory. JBL gets up to his feet in shock, he can't believe he was just defeated. The referee raises Jeff's arm in the air, as he celebrates his victory outside of the ring.)
Jim Ross: I don't believe it, Jeff Hardy just got a HUGE upset on JBL.
King: Wait a minute, that's not fair. JBL had the match won.
Jim Ross: Well, JBL may of had the match won, but he let that arrogance get to his head and it cost him big time. But anyways folks, still to come in the main event tonight. Triple H and Shawn Michaels will take on "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton and Mr. Kennedy.
Still to come:
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Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel
Special Guest: King Booker
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("Break The Walls Down" is finally heard, echoing all the way up to the nosebleeds, as the titan tron shows dark blue silhouettes. We see a silhouette of our own, as the camera fades out to the ramp, where buildings in Manhattan move at twice the speed of the tron, for his alternate tron, seen where he enters from. Jericho's smoky black shadow is seen, as he slowly extends his arms, bulging his bicep and kissing it before extending it. The "King of the World" continues to live on top of his mountain, posing for everyone, like gods given talent has entered the oddest arena title in the history of arenas. Jericho slowly turns around, and pumps his fist as he does. Jericho smiles, as he chews gum, walking down the ramp while bobing his head to the tune of his theme. Jericho walks down the ramp cockily, in a medium speed. Jericho runs up the steel steps, and moves in the Eddy Guerrero WCW-esque fashion on the apron, putting his head low, and moving to the motion of the theme. Jericho then does his infamous 180 degree spin into the center of the ropes. Y2J pumps his fist, and goes into the ring. Y2J grabs a microphone from a chair that is next to his "Jeritron 5000." Jericho smirks, as he chews his gum, raising the mic up to his mouth as he begins to speak.)
Chris Jericho: Welcome to RAW... IS... JERICHO!
(The crowd give him a mixed reaction.)
Chris Jericho: Wow, look at all you people here tonight!
(Suprisngly, most of the fans cheer.)
Chris Jericho: And each and every one of you, are jackasses.
(Those cheers quickly turn into jeers and boos. Jericho smirks, purposely getting the fans angry at him.)
Chris Jericho: Hey, hey, don't get mad at me... you all know it's true. You may boo me now, but when you go home tonight and back to your poxy little lives, the first thing you will tell your family is that you saw "Y2J" Chris Jericho.
(Jericho walks around the ring, still with a smirk on his face.)
Chris Jericho: Anywho, right now, I'd actually like to reflect on last night, before I get to the present day. You see last week at No Mercy: Night of Champion's, there was... something, something missing. I mean don't get me wrong, the pay per view was good but it wasn't great. You wanna know why it wasn't a great pay per view? Well it should be obvious, even for you fans... your's truly was not on the pay per view. Can you believe that? Me, Chris Jericho, The epitome of blockbuster was left off of a pay per view.
King: The epitome of blockbuster?
Chris Jericho: You can't have a pay per view without Chris Jericho on the card. I mean a pay per view without Chris Jericho is like ham without the cheese, peanut butter without the jelly, Tom without the Jerry, kool aid without the sugar, mustard without the Heinz... you get where I'm going with this right? The point is, you can't have a pay per view without Y2J. But now that, that's out of the way, it's time to bring out my guest tonight. Now my guest tonight, he is not just any superstar... he is a "Royal King." Ladies and gentlemen I give you the 2006 King of the Ring winner... King Boooooka!
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(The sound of King Booker's entrance theme is heard as King Booker and his queen Sharmell come out from the curtains as the crowd boos them. King Booker and Sharmella stand on the entrance stage as Booker puts his pinky high in the air, receiving even more boos from the fans. Booker puts his pinky back down as him and Sharmell slowly make there way down the ramp. The camera switches back to the ring, showing Chris Jericho clapping for both Booker and Sharmell. Booker and Sharmell slowly walk up the steel steps, entering the ring through the ropes afterwards. King Booker makes his way towards Jericho as both men shake hands, Booker then grabs the microphone from off the other chair. Jericho brings his mic back up to his mouth as he begins to speak again.)
Chris Jericho: Ladies and gentlemen, King Booker is in the house! Booker I wanna thank you for coming to the show tonight, and I...
(Jericho is interupted by "Asshole" chants from the crowd. This fustrates Jericho and he begins to yell at the fans.)
Chris Jericho: Oh do you people ever shut the hell up?! There is a sexy beast and a King in the ring right now, and you people dare chant asshole? How disrespectful can you be? Now if you idiots are finished, you can sit back on your fat asses and enjoy the show.
(More boos are heard from the crowd, but eventually they die down.)
King Booker: First of all I want to start off by saying thank you... a thank you to you, Christopher. King Booka of the RAW Kingdom would like to thank you for allowing a "King" such as myself to be on your Highlight Reel. I also want to thank you for your respect and your kindness. Because you see untlike these pesants in the crowd tonight, Christopher you have respect for true talent, and unlike these people you know a King when you see a King. I am a King, and I demand I be treated like one!
(The crowd boos as Jericho tells them to shut up.)
King Booker: Are any of you pesants "The King of The Ring?" I don't think so! Has anyone ever bowed down to you, and kissed your feet? NO! And on top of that, on top of that I am a five time, five time, five time, five time, five time WCW Champion! You people need to respect your betters, because you have not and will not ever accoplish what I King Booker has. But you see Christopher, me and you have one thing in common. We both are one of the greatest superstars to ever grace a wrestling ring, we are the best RAW has to offer, but yet we get left out of Night of Champions. That is the kind of ungratefulness King Booker is talking about. Me and christopher deserve more than this, we deserve to be respected! All of you pesants should bow down before your King... you peons need to...
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(The fans erupt in cheers as "I walk alone" by Saliva blares throughout the arena as Batista comes from out of the curtains. He is wearing one of his blck t-shirts that have "Animal Unleashed" on the front of it, some blue jeans, and a pair of dress shoes. Batista walks down the ramp as he points at some of the fans, before slapping leg and squating down, doing his signature machine gun taunt as fireworks explode behind him. Batista then continues his way to the ring before stopping to look out at the crowd as they continue to cheer him.
King: What's Batista doing out her? He's an uninvited guest.
Jim Ross: Well if you ask me King, I think Batista has had just about enough from King Booker and Jericho's mouths.
(Batista ontinues to walk up the stairs and into the ring. He walks towards the turnbuckles and flexes as the fans cheers continue to get louder. Dave walks over and asks for a mic. He takes it and waits for the fans to settle down as a "Batista" chant breaks out.)
King Booker: What do you want?
Batista: What do I want? What I want is what these people want. What I want is for you two to stop whining like little babies and shut your mouths already.
(The crowd cheers as King Booker and Jericho get pissed off looks on there faces.)
Chris Jericho: Woah, Dave... hold on a second there big guy. Who the hell told you, you could come on my show? This is my show Dave, and nobody invited you.
(As Jericho said that, Batista laughed to himself.)
Chris Jericho: So I don't know what the hell you'r doing out here. King Booker is my guest on the Highlight Reel, he was invited by me to be on the show tonight, not you. Now big guy I know your trying to get all the camera time you can get, and god knows you need it, and I know you crave to be a guest here on the Highlight Reel, but like everybody else Batista I'm afraid you ae just going to have to wait your turn. But trust me Batista, one day I just might invite you to be a guest on my show, but until then... you can just leave this ring and crawl back into whatever little hole you came out of.
(Some of the crowd "Ooo's" as Batista chuckles to himself a bit before raising the mic back up to his mouth to speak.)
Batista: Are you talking to me? Are YOU.... talking to ME?
Chris Jericho: What are you deaf now Batista? Of course I'm talking to you assclown. Geez, big guy, there's a little something called qutips... use em for crying out loud.
Batista: Jericho, I didn't come out here to be guest on your Highlight Reel. I came out here for one thing and one thing only, and that's to shut both of you idiots up. I could care less about being on your show Chris... as a matter of fact I'll show you exactly what I think about your stupid Highlight Reel.
(Batista picks one of Jericho's Highlight Reel chair's and chunks it to the outside of the ring as Jericho is furious.)
Chris Jericho: What the hell do you think your doin!?
(Batista grabs the other chair and also tosses it to the outside of the ring. Chris Jericho is angry as he gets in Batista's face.)
Chris Jericho: Who the hell do you think you are!? Look what you did, you just trashed my set! Do you know how expensive this set is you sanctimonious son of a bitch!? You know what Batista, I dserve an appoligie... I deserve a damn appoligie from you right now! I want you too get down on your hands and knees, look me straight in the eye and utter these exact words. "Mr. Jericho, I'm sorry I acted like a jackass and destroyed your set piece. Please forgive me."
(The crowd boo's as Batista looks around at the crowd.)
Chris Jericho: Do it!
Batista: You want an appoligie, Jericho? Well here's your damn appoligie.
(Batista lands a hard right fist to the face of Jericho that knows him down on the mat. King Booker runs at Batista, but is also knocked down by a Batista punch to the face. As Batista turns, Jericho is back on his fist and Batista backs him up in the corner with punch after punch to the face of Y2J. This would be his downfall however as Booker has made it back to his feet, nailing Batista from behind with a cheap shot. Booker and Jericho get Batista into the corner and they begin to stop a mudhole in him. They take him out of the corner and whip him into the ropes, and when Batista comes back he connects with a clothesline on both Booker and Jericho. Batista lifts Booker back up and tosses him up and over the rope, meanwhile Jericho is back to his feet and Batista irish whips him into the ropes, going for a spinebuster. But Jericho gets out of harms way, grabbing the ropes and rolling out of the ring as he meets up with King Booker and his Queen Sharmell on the ramp. "I walk Alone" hits the speakers as the fans are going wild as Batista takes his shirt off and throws it into the crowd. Jericho is holding his mouth as King Booker yells out "We gone get you Batista... we gone get you!")
(Batista taunts in the ring, motioning for Booker and Jericho to get back in the ring. Batista then sits on the second rope, inviting Jericho and Booker to get back in the ring, which they don't. He then climbs on the second turnbuckle, taunting to the crowd as Raw goes to a commercial.)
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(The camera cuts to Ric Flair's office and there is alot of commosion going on as King Booker and Chris Jericho are seen fusing to Flair about what just happended before the break.
King Booker: I demand a match with Batista! Did you see what he did to me out there? You do not put your hands on a King!
Chris Jericho: What he did to you? What about what he did to me? He put his hands on the "Ayotolla of Rock N Rolla!" And that's something you don't do. Give me a match with Batista Flair, I want Batista in the ring!
(The comosition continues until Flair puts a hault to it.)
Ric Flair: Guys, guy, guys! Calm down, both of you, just calm down. So let me get this straight, the both of you want a match Batista, right?
King Booker: You damn right!
Ric Flair: Alright, so here's what I'm gonna do. Come Cyber Sunday, we are going to let the fans decide which one of you is going to be facing Batista, or if it's going to be both of you in the ring with him. Because you see come Cyber Sunday it's either going to be Batista vs Chris Jericho... Batista vs King Booker... or it's gonna be a Thriple Threat Match between all three of you. And to take things up a notch, this match isn't going to be just any ol' match, oh no. It's going to be a Number One Contenders match!
King Booker: Alright, I dig that.
Chris Jericho: Yeah, I can dig that too.
Ric Flair: Good, and now that you two got what you wanted... you can get the hell out of my office.
(Despite being told that by Flair, Booker and Jericho walk out of the office with satisfied looks on there faces.)
---- In Ring ----
(The camera is back in the arena as the new World tag team champions, Chris Masters and Kenny Dykstra are standing in the ring.
Jim Ross: Well were back here on RAW and up next we have Kenny Dykstra in one on one action against JTG. But right now it looks like the new tag team champions have something to say.
(Masters has a mic in his hand and he lifts it up to his mouth to talk.)
Chris Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, if you would bring your attention to the center of this ring, because the men who stand before you are the two men who are the future of this bussiness, and the new World Tag Team champions... "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters and Kenny Dykstra. Last night proved once and for all that me and Dykstra are just plain better than Cryme Tyme. You know, I'd hate to be the one to say I told ya so, but they have seen it comin.
(Crowd boos.)
Chris Masters: Oh yeah, yeah. You fans can moan and complain all you want, boo me, cheer me, jeer me. You losers in the crowd might not want to accept it, but the cold hard fact is that me and Kenny beat those jokes JTG and Shad and we took what is rightfuly are's... the World Tag Team titles. Cryme Tyme were nothing more than fluke champions, and paper champs like them just don't cut it in this bussiness. You see it's people like Cryme Tyme who make me sick to my stomach. They go around, stealing other peoples things, but yet you fans still cheer for them. No Matter what they do, or how bad it may be you idiot fans still root for these guys. Like you for example....
(He said, Pointing to a fan in the crowd who has a diamond necklace around his neck.)
Chris Masters: I mean sure you think your "All blinged out" with that necklace around your neck... but where did you steal it from? Who did you mug to get that diamond necklace?
(The fans are angry at this statment by Masters and begin a "Asshole" chant.)
Chris Masters: Oh I'm the asshole? I'm the asshole now? Because I'm telling the tr-
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(Chris Masters is cut off as "Brining da hood to you" blares through the arena and as JTG and Shad emerge from out of the curtains. JTG has a white bandana around his neck, and also has bling around his neck too. His bling hangs out over his black bullet-proof vest. He has on some baggy blue jeans that are rolled up on his left leg, all the way up to the knee. He dances around, trying to get the crowd more hyped up. Shad whom is walking next to JTG just wears a regular white muscle shirt, and some baggy blue jeans. JTG and Shad talk about something in the corner, before Shad and Masters both go on the outside of the ring.)
Singles Match
Kenny Dykstra w/ Chris Masters vs JTG w/ Shad
The referee signals for the bell to be rung on the outside, and this match begins. Kenny and JTG circle each other in the center of the ring for a few moments, before locking up. JTG overpowers Kenny, taking him down with a quick Arm Drag. Kenny quickly gets to his feet, only to be met by a nice Clothesline from JTG. JTG quickly hooks the leg of Kenny to see if he can score the quick victory. 1... Kenny quickly kicks out, showing JTG he isn't going to go down so quickly without putting up a fight. Kenny and JTG both circle each other again after Kenny gets up, and they lock up again. Kenny floats behind JTG, locking in an Arm Wrench effectively. Kenny exudes pressure to the submission on JTG, who seems to be looking to reach for the top rope nearby him. Kenny notices this, and he floats back in front of JTG. Kenny kicks JTG in the gut, still holding on to his right arm. Kenny then begins to spin JTG around, still not letting go of his right arm. Kenny gains enough moment to completely throw JTG across the ring, making him land roughly on his chest and face. JTG holds his right arm in a bit of pain on the mat, as the crowd begin to boo Kenny. Kenny goes over to JTG, and he takes him by the legs. JTG, who is nearby the corner, holds onto the middle rope as Kenny tries to pull him to the center of the ring more. Kenny gets enough force and strength to use a nice and powerful Alley Oop Bomb on JTG. Kenny covers JTG, with both of his shoulders down from the Alley Oop Bomb. The referee makes the count. 1...2... JTG just kicks out before the 3! Kenny gets up off of the position he is in on the ring mat, and he waits for JTG to get up in the corner, which he is using as an aid. JTG notices Kenny's right leg come towards him in the corner, going for a high Side Kick to the face of JTG. Haas cleverly rolls out of the way, and rolls Kenny up from behind with a School Boy Pin! 1...2... Kenny kicks out of JTG's surprise counter pin fall. Both men rise up at the same time for the most part, and JTG takes down Kenny with a Dropkick to the chest! Kenny gets up, and is met by another Dropkick from JTG, this time to the gut. JTG lifts Kenny up, and he whips him off of the ropes. On the rebound, Kenny goes for a Crucifix Pin on JTG, but JTG maintains his balance, and falls backwards on top of kenny, making him take a rough landing on his back! The crowd let out a huge groan as JTG turns over and covers Kenny, thinking he has this match won. 1...2... Kenny just gets the shoulder up! JTG seems to be getting more frustrated each time Dykstra kicks out, but he keeps on working over his opponent.
JTG waits for Kenny to get back up from the hard slam he took just moments ago from JTG. As Kenny gets up holding his back in pain, JTG takes him down with a nice running elbow. JTG gets on top of Kenny and mounts him with a barrage of punches to the face, until the referee restrains him. JTG grabs Kenny, lifting him up. JTG whips Kenny into the corner, and he charges towards him, using a nice running Splash! He follows up with two hard Body Chops to the exposed chest of Kenny. The crowd "WOOOOO!" loudly as JTG performs these brutal Body Chops on Kenny. JTG kicks Kenny in the chest a few times, before whipping him across to the other side of the ring, and into the corner. JTG charges towards Kenny, who gets his boot up to the face of JTG, knocking him back! Kenny gets himself positioned on the top turnbuckle, standing on the middle rope. JTG turns around towards Kenny, being met by a huge Diving Clothesline from him! Kenny then follows up with a Jackknife Pin on JTG. 1...2... JTG kicks out before the 3 count can be made by the referee. Kenny lifts JTG up, and he Elbows him in the face, pushing him towards the ropes. Kenny then takes JTG, Body Slamming him onto the mat. Kenny grabs hold of the top rope, and springs himself off of the bottom rope, using a nice Springboard Splash Pin on JTG! 1...2... JTG is able to get his foot on the nearby bottom rope, and the referee catches this just in time before his hand comes down for the 3 count. Kenny bangs his fists on the mat, seemingly getting more frustrated by the second. Kenny grabs both of JTG' legs, and he drags him over to the center of the ring. However, before Kenny can attempt any sort of submission on JTG, JTG uses his leg strength to push Kenny back forcefully towards the ropes, making him fall out of the ring in between the bottom and middle ropes! Kenny falls onto the floor on the outside of the ring with a large thump, as JTG begins to get to his feet in the ring. As Kenny gets up using the ring apron for help, JTG runs over to the ropes nearby where Kenny is on the outside, and he uses a very effective baseball slide right to the face of Kenny, once again knocking him down to the ground outside of the ring as the referee reaches the 5 count on him. The crowd cheer loudly for this move, as JTG then safely lets himself out of the ring to restart the count. JTG takes Kenny by the hair, and he whips him into the nearby barricade! Kenny groans in pain, holding his back with his right hand. JTG once again grabs Kenny by the hair, and he takes him over to the ring apron. Haas smashes the face of Kenny onto the ring apron a good 3 times, before rolling him back into the ring. JTG grabs Kenny's head, and uses a nice Chop to the neck! JTG pushes Kenny's head back into the ring, before entering the ring himself just as the referee reaches the 7 count. JTG hooks both of the legs of Kenny in the center of the ring. 1...2... Kenny is still able to kick out! JTG looks up in the referee shocked that Kenny was still able to kick out. Just then, Chris Masters is seen on the apron and as the referee sees this, he quickly goes over to Masters and argues with him. Meanwhile, this gives Kenny a chance to slide out of the ring and grab one of his Tag team belts. Shad sees Chris Masters distracint the referee and runs over to where Masters is.. he pulls Masters from off the apron and hits him with a nice right fist to the face. Kenny is then seen catching his breath outside of the ring, with his back facing the apron. JTG sees Kenny on the outside and grabs him by the head, but little does he know Kenny has the tag team belt in his hand. JTG tries to bring Kenny back in the ring, but BAM! Kenny hits JTG right in the skull with the belt. The referee didn't see it as he is still distracted by what is going on between Shad and Masters outside of the ring. Kenny drops the belt and slides in the ring, quickly going over to JTG and hooks the leg... The referee turns and sees Kenny making the pin... 1....2.... Shad looks up and sees JTG getting pinned and slides in the ring, but it's to late... 3!
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner... Kenny Dykstra!
(The bell had rung and Kenny Dykstra has stole the win from JTG. Shad slides into the ring and Kenny quickly rolls out of the ring, meeting up with Masters on the outside as they grab there Tag Team titles, smiling. JTG and Shad can't believe there eyes as they look on in dissapointment. Kenny and Masters then make there way up the ramp and walk to the back after taunting Cryme Tyme.
King: Well JR, Kenny picks up the win. Cryme Tyme can't be to happy about that... that's two loses in a row for them.
Jim Ross: Yeah, Kenny picked up another win after cheating yet again. I'm so proud of them.
King: Well it's good to see that you'r finally giving the new Tag Team champs the respect they deserve.
Jim Ross: I was being sarcastic King.
King: Say what you want JR, but these two right here are the future of this bussiness.
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(The camera cuts backstage inside of a locker room where Maria is standing by with a microphone in hand.)
Maria: Ladies and gentlemen, standing by me now is "The Legend Killer" Randy Orton.
(The camera is adjusted to the right as Randy Orton is seen in his wrestling gear on as he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.)
Maria: Well Randy, I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on your tag team match later on tonight against Triple H & Shawn Michaels.
Randy Orton: Well first off Maria, before I got to my tag team match later on tonight, I wanna talk about Cyber Sunday. I don't think it should be a suprise to anybody in this arena or anybody else watching at home that I am the right man to face Triple H for the WWE title at Cyber Sunday, because you see as my time as WWE champion I have dominated every superstar who came my way. For six months, for six months I defeated every single challenger who crossed my path. As a matter of fact Triple H already knows first hand what it was like to be beatin by the hands of The Legend Killer, because if you date all the way back to No Mercy 2007, Triple H was the very man who I beat to become the WWE Champion. And from then on, from then on I went on to defeate the likes of Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Chris Jericho, and John Cena. Do you remember what that era was called Maria? It was the Age of Orton Era, and come Cyber Sunday when the fans vote for me, Randy Orton to face Triple H at Cyber Sunday... The Age of Orton will yet again be born. Because come Cyber Sunday Triple H, I'm taking back what's rightfully mine... the WWE Championship.
(Orton pauses for a few seconds, staring directly into the camera.)
Randy Orton: Now as far as my match later on tonight, with me teaming up with Mr. Kennedy to take on Shawn Michaels and Triple H. As far as that match goes, well lets just say Triple H and Shawn Michaels have already been beatin. And the funny thing about Maria is... they don't even know it yet.
(Orton looks at Maria, before walking out of the camera's view with a big smirk on his face. Meanwhile Maria is looking on a bit puzzled.)
The camera changes to another area backstage and there is a split screen between both Umaga and Finlay who are seen walking to the arena.
King: Oh this one is gonna be a fight JR. "The Samoan Bulldozer" puts his Interconteintal title on the line against "The Fighting Irishman" Finlay.
Jim Ross: And folks don't go anywhere, because it's next!
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(A replay is shown of Umaga defeating Kane and Jeff Hardy last night at No Mercy.)
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Lillian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship. Introducing the challenger, from Belfast, Ireland, weighing in 235 pounds... FINNNLAY!
(The crowd give a loud cheer for the Fighting Irishman. Finlay nods appreciatively, and strolls down the ramp. He is wearing some green-and-black wrestling attire, along with white pads and boots. Finlay walks up the steps and he ascends them. Finlay quickly enters the ring in between the middle, walking over to a turnbucke and putting his shillelagh down in the corner. He tests the ropes, getting ready for the match up.)
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Lillian Garcia: And the opponet, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at 350 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion... UUUUUUUUUMGA!
(Umaga's music hits as he walks out from the curtain with his IC title in his hand. Umaga screams out like the wild Samoan he is, and walks down the ramp. He looks at the fans with an angry expression screaming out some Samoan words. Umaga walks up the steps and enters the ring, spreading out his arms as he screams out again The referee takes the IC title from Umaga and he raises it high in the air for everyone to see. He then hands it to Lillian Garcia who exits out of the ring with the belt.)
Intercontinental Championship Match
Umaga vs Finlay
Umaga is heard chanting in some type of Samoan language, as he starts off the match by quickly taking down Finlay with a Clothesline with a lot of impact. Umaga wastes no time on Finlay by lifting him up and throwing him into the corner. Umaga gives Finlay some Body Chops, before giving him a rough Body Slam. Umaga then gives Finlay a hard kick to the head. Umaga then lifts Finlay back up and throws him across the ropes. Umaga gives Finlay a Samoan Drop on rebound. Umaga then starts to shout in Samoan getting boos from the crowd. Umaga resumes his assault on Finlay by lifting him up and giving him a monsterous Sidewalk Slam! Umaga waits for a couple of moments before ascending to the top turnbuckle. Umaga get's ready to fly for a Diving Headbutt, but as he tries to land the move Finlay rolls out of the way! The crowd cheers wildly for Finlay, and once the monster Umaga get's back up, Finlay gives him some right hands before bouncing him off of the ropes. Umaga gives Finlay a hard kick to the face though as he repels off of the ropes. Umaga then picks Finlay up by the hair and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up onto his shoulders. Umaga seems to be preparing for another Samoan Drop of some sort as he carries Finlay on his shoulder to the middle of the ring. However, Finlay is able to roll behind Umaga and roll him up with a School Boy Pin! 1...2..3No! Umaga manages to kick out right before the three count. Umaga quickly makes it to his feet as Finlay runs at hime hitting some rights and lefts, that is until Umaga pushes him off of him. Umaga pick Finlay up, and starts to lay into him, hitting rights and lefts at Finlay, then knocking him down with a hard punch and going for a quick cover. 1..but Finlay kicks out of the pin. Umaga picks him up, and whips Finlay into the ropes, hitting a kick to Finlay’s chest as he rebounds back to Umaga. Umaga with the advantage puts Finlay's head on his knee, applying pressure to Finlay's back and Neck. After a while, Finlay manages to start powering out of the move, and gets to his feet, hitting elbows to Umaga’s gut, who eventually releases the hold. Finlay tries to run to rebound off the ropes, but sharply falls to the mat as Umaga still had a handful of Finlay’s hair. Umaga rebounds himself off the ropes, and goes for big splash on Finlay on the mat, but Finlay moved just before Umaga hit the move, causing Umaga to fall crashing to the mat.
Finlay fires himself up, and hits a clothesline on an unsuspecting Umaga, but Umaga doesn't go down. Finlay hits another clothesline but Umaga barely manages to stagger on his feet. Finlay takes shots at Umaga, and kicks him to the mid section, then lays Umaga out with a DDT. Finlay then mounts Umaga, and start to punch him in the face as Umaga tries to cover up. The ref reaches 4 and Finlay breaks the hold, giving a swift look to the ref before starting again, and again breaking once the ref gets to the 4 count. Finlay eventually gets off from Umaga, and gets ready. Umaga gets up, and Finlay locks Umaga in a headlock and starts punching him over and over again. The fans are going wild for Finlay’s relentless attack on Umaga. Finalay follows up and kneeds Umaga in the gut, locks in an armbar, and takes Umaga down with a Single Arm DDT. Umaga’s hard head hits the ground and Finlay goes for another pin attempt. 1…2.. Kick out. Finlay is back up to his feet and stalks Umaga, once Umaga makes it back to his feet he turns around Finlay attempts to pick Umaga up for the Celtic Cross... but Umaga's weight is just to much for Finlay as Umaga falls over on him. Umaga gets up and runs into the ropes, coming back with a big splash onto Finlay! Umaga now lifts Finlay up to his feet and irish whips Finlay into a corner. The referee goes and checks on Finlay to see if he's ok as Umaga goes to the opposite corner and spreads his arms out, shouting out like a wild samoan. He runs at Finlay for a hip attack, but Finlay moves out the way and Umaga ends up hitting the referee! The referee is laid as Umaga goes back after Finlay, but gets a kick in the groin for his troubles. Finlay takes his chance and goes to the corner where his shillelagh is and picks it up with a smile on his face. As Umaga makes his way over to Finlay holding his crouch, walking right into a shillelagh to the head from Finlay! Finlay now slides his shillelagh to the outside of the ring and hooks Umaga's leg for the cover, but the referee is down. Finlay gets frustrated and goes and tries to wake up the referee. After a few seconds, he manages to wake the referee up as he picks him up by his shirt. Now that he knows the referee is back up, he turns around... but right into a Samoan Spike from Umaga! He covers Finlay....1.....2....3!
Lillian Garcia: Here is your winner and still the Intercontinental Champion..... UUUUUUUUMAGA!
(As the bell rings, Umaga's music begin to play across the PA system as Umaga raises to his feet, screaming out like some sort of wild animal. The ref tries to hand tim his IC title, and Umaga snatches it. He celebrates his victory, until the sound of Cody Rhode's entrance theme is as Rhodes come out on the stage with a mic in hand.)
Jim Ross:
King: This kid must be a complete idiot to come out here while Umaga's in the ring.
(Cody raises the microphone up to his lips and begins to speak.)
Cody Rhodes: Hey, Umaga! You know I've sat back and watched you beat superstar after superstar, after superstar. It's know doubt that you've beatin alot of people here in WWE, but there's one superstar who you have yet to beat... ME! Now I know around here I'm looked at as just Dusty Rhodes son. But I want to prove to everybody that I'm more than just that. I want to prove to everybody, that I can take my game to the next level. So that's why I challenge you Umaga to a one on one match next week, for your Interconteintal Championship!
(Crowd pops.)
King: HAHAHA! Is he serious? Does this kid really think he has what it takes to beat Umaga?
Jim Ross: From what I see King, he certainly does.
King: Well all I can say is, be careful what you wish for kid... because you just might get it.
(Umaga stares down at Cody and begins speaking some Samoan words.
Jim Ross: I guess that's a yes.
Umaga and Cody stare each other down as Cody makes the title motion around his waist. The cameras then switch to the backstage area.
- - - - Backstage - - - -
(Backstage we see a WWE offical rushing off some where, and he seems to looking for a certain somebody. As he continues going down the hallways, he sees the General Manager Ric Flair's office and he walks into the room and Flair is seen sitting at his desk reading something, until the offical tells Flair something.)
WWE Offical: Mr. Flair, this is important.
Ric Flair: What, what is it?
WWE Offical: It's Shawn Michaels... he's laying unconcious on the floor.
Ric Flair: What?
(Flair, with a worried look on his face gets up from the desk and leaves his office, following the WWE Official. They make it to where Michaels is, and he is indeed laid out cold face first, busted wide open. Some other officicals are seen checking on him to see if he's alright.)
Ric Flair: What the hell happended to him?
WWE Official: We don't know Mister Flair, he was already like this when we came.
Ric Flair: This is ridicolous, he's set to be in the main event up next.
WWE Offical: I'm sorry Mister Flair, but I'm afraid he won't be able to make it.
(Flair lets out a loud sigh.)
Ric Flair: Damnit, I don't believe this!
(The camere gets a close up on Flair's face and he is seen with a dissapointed look upon his face. RAW then goes to a commercial break...)
- - - - Commercial Break - - - -
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Lillian Garcia: The following is a Tag Team match, and it is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 247 pounds... Mr. Kennedy!
("Turn up the trouble" hits the pa system indicating that the loudmouthed Mr Kennedy is on his way. In the ring. Mr. Kennedy soon appears at the top of the stage, dressed in blue trunks, with black pads and boots. He is greeted with loud booing, but he doesn't seem to care. Kennedy just quickly marches his way down to the ring, walks in the middle of the ring, and calls down his own personal microphone from the ceiling.)
Mr. Kennedy: Allow me, once again, to introduce myself! I hail... from GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN! I weigh in tonight at a staggering... TWO HUNDRED... AND FORTY-SEVEN POUNDS!! MISTTTTTTEEEERRRR... KENNEDY!!
(Kennedy heads over to one of the corners and perches himself on the second rope. He pauses, before finally bringing his mic back to his mouth to complete his unique introduction.)
Mr. Kennedy: KENNEDY!
(Kennedy tosses the microphone and hops off of the second turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his tag team partner.)
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Lillian Garcia: And his tag team partner... from Saint Louis Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds... Randyyyyyy ORTON!
(The sound of "Burn in my light" by mercy drive is heard through the arena as Randy Orton comes out of the curtains. Orton pauses at the top of the ramp, looking at both sides of the crowd and then slowly, and cockily spreading his arms out in his signature pose with a faint smirk on his face. After a few seconds, he lowers his arms back down as he makes his way down the ramp. Orton looks at the fans, as they put their thumbs down booing him. Orton Orton ignores every fan, as he makes his way to ringside. Orton then slides into the ring, and pops back up in quick fashion. Orton then goes to the turnbuckle nearest to the right of the ramp, and climbs it, once again performing his signature pose as the crowd continue to jeer Orton on. Orton climbs down the turnbuckle and him and Kennedy share a few words with each other. Just then, a referee is seen running down to the ring and slides into it, walking over to Lillian and whispering something into her ear. Once he's finished, Lillian nods and raises the mic up to her lips.)
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that due to the recent event that just went on backstage, this match has now became a Handicap Match.
(The crowd begins to boo as Orton and Kennedy are seen laughing, but there laughter is stopped as "Time to play the Game" hits the speakers.)
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Lillian Garcia: And there opponet, from Greenwich, Conneticut, weighing in at 260 pounds... TRIPLLLLLLLLLLE H!
(As the song begins, the lighting in the arena grows dark, and green and red stage lights, begin to circle, shining on the arena. Then, misty smoke begins to rise to the stage, and the crowd's eruption begins to almost shake the arena. Then, The Game himself walks out onto the stage with his WWE title wrapped tightly around his waist. In his hand, is Triple H's signature water bottle. He takes a few more steps and then stops. He looks from his left, to his right, gazing at the crowd, almost in aw at the huge ovation. After a few seconds, Hemsley smiles and takes a slight, drink of his water bottle. Instead of swallowing the drink, The Game spits the water, spraying the water into a mist, and begins walking down the ramp. The Game circles the ring, and stops on the right side of the squared circle. He climbs up the steel steps and stands on the apron, looking at his fans. He then stakes one last sip of his water bottle an throws it to the ground. Triple H then leans back on the ring ropes, pulls his arm into the air and towards his back, and proceeds to spit his water, misting the crowd. He then pulls his arms down and flexes before entering the ring through the middle rope.)
Main Event
Handicap Match
Triple H vs Randy Orton & Mr. Kennedy
As soon as Triple H gets into the ring, Mr. Kennedy comes rushing at him, but Triple H catches him with a big time clothesline. Orton runs at HHH, but is also met with a clothesline. With Orton and Kennedy down for the moment, this gives HHH a chance to take his WWE title from off his waist and hand it to the referee who takes it to the outside. Orton is quickly back up to his feet as Triple H sends a couple of right hands to the face of Orton as he backs him into the corner. This would be his downfall however as he forgot about Kennedy, who is back up to his feet and and cheap shots him from behind. The referee calls for the match to officially begin as Mr. Kenndy resumes his attack on Triple H in the ring as Randy Orton gets into his corner. With Triple H down on the mat, opportunistic Kennedy stomps boots into the back of Triple H before locking in a chin lock, pulling against Triple H's Nose and mouth as the referee does the 5 count. The referee reaches 3 and Kennedy releases his hold, getting up from the mat based move and getting in the face of the referee before resuming his attack on the half standing Triple H, hitting him with a sharp kick to the chest. Triple H holds his chest arena as Kennedy whips him into the ropes, attempting to hit a clothesline, but Triple H reverses, ducking the move and hitting a clothesline of his own on the rebound. Kennedy quickly gets up and tries to pick up where he left off, but Triple H gets him once again, this time with a back body drop. Triple H this time picks Kennedy from the mat and hits a few punches before hitting a big right hand to the face of Kennedy, stunning him as he falls to the mat. Triple H quickly hooks the leg, going for the pinfall. 1...2...but Kennedy managed to kick out. Triple H lets out a huge sigh as he goes to pick up Kennedy, but Kennedy reverses, tripping Triple H up and sending him face first into the second turnbuckle of the corner Kennedy was close to. Kennedy stands to his feet and grabs the foot of Triple H, dragging him to his corner as he tags out to Randy Orton. Kennedy and Orton collectively pick up Triple H and attempt a double Suplex, but as The Game is in mid air, he reverses, swinging his body weight, landing behind Kennedy and Orton and hitting a double Neckbreaker, knocking them both down. Kennedy rolls out of the ring holding his neck from the impact, as Triple H now takes action on Orton, picking him up from the mat, only to be greeted with an eye rake. Triple H stumbles back from Orton and also turn his back as Orton seizes the opportunity and locks in a Sleeper hold from behind on Triple H. Orton viciously throws Triple H's head around like a rag doll as Triple H attempts to reach one of the ropes, but Orton forces on more pressure as HHH falls to the mat, with Orton still holding on. Orton holds onto the submission as he stays down on one knee as Triple H sits on the mat, continuing to fade but eventually starts to build momentum, getting to his feet and hitting elbows to the gut of Orton, who lightly lets go of the move. Triple H attempts to rebound from the ropes and attack Orton, but Orton catches him with a picture perfect dropkick to the face of HHH. Orton quickly goes for the cover...1....2...Kickout! Orton gets up and brings up Triple H with him, whipping him into the ropes and attempting to hit another front dropkick on Triple H, but HHH reverses, holding onto the ropes, sending Orton crashing to the mat.
Triple H seizes the opportunity and runs into the ropes, and comes back with a jumping knee to the face of Randy Orton. Kennedy then tries to interfere in the match and give his team the advantage by attacking Triple H, but HHH soon disposes of Kennedy, launching him over the top rope as Triple H rests on the ropes. With Mr. Kennedy temporarily disposed of, Triple H goes to work on Orton, whipping him into the corner and charging in for a clothesline, but Orton reverses, hitting a fierce boot to the head of Triple H, knocking him to the mat as Orton quickly tries to capitalise, rolling HHH into the pin and using his feet on the second rope as leverage. 1...2...but Triple H just kicked out. A disgruntled Orton picks Triple H up from the mat and puts him into the corner, hitting him with lefts and rights, until Triple H starts to retaliate, hitting lefts and rights of his own on Orton. Orton stumbles back from a hard shot by Triple H, as he does HHH goes for a clothesline, but Orton ducks under it and as HHH turns back around Randy Orton jumps up for an RKO, but Triple H reveres the move, pushing Orton into the ropes. As Orton returned, Triple H caught him with a big time Arn Anderson Spinebuster! Triple H made it back to his feet and does his signature taunt, getting the crowd behind him. Triple would then lift Orton back up by the head, shoving Orton's head in between his legs, looking to hit the Pedigree. Just then, Kennedy is seen on with a steel chair in hand as he gets on top of the apron. Both the referee and HHH see this, and the ref immeditaley goes after Kennedy, telling him to get rid of the chair. Triple H pushes Orton to the side as he goes after Kennedy, but before HHH can do anything Kennedy jumps off the apron, tauning The Game. Triple H points at Knnedy, basically telling him that if he steps into the ring he'll kick his ass. Triple H takes his eyes off of Kennedy and sets his sights back on Orton, going to pick him back up. But Orton reaches a hand up, hitting Triple H with a illegal low blow! The referee sees this, and without question calls for the bell.... DING DING DING!
Lillian Garcia: The winner of this match by Disqualification.... Trrrrrrrrripleeeee H!
Aftermath: As Triple H falls down on the mat holding his groin, Kennedy slides back into the ring with the steel chair still in hand. Orton sits on top of Triple H's chest and hammers on him with furious right fists to the face. Once he's done, Orton gets off of HHH and Kennedy tells Orton to pick him up. Without hesitation, Triple H does so as HHH can barely stand. Once Triple H turns around, he gets blasted right in the skull with the steel chair from Mr. Kennedy! Triple H lays out cold in the middle of the rinb, but Orton and Kennedy aren't done as Kennedy throws the chair down and they both begin to lay the boots to HHH. Randy Orton backs up as Kennedy hit a few more stomps on HHH. Orton drops to his knees, stalking Triple H to get up, and HHH slowly does so with the help of the ropes. Triple H stumbles up to his feet, and he turns around right into a devestating RKO from Randy Orton!
Jim Ross: Oh and a RKO! Damnit that's enough, somebody's gotta stop this already!
King: And who'd be dumb enough to try that?
Triple H is laying lifeless on the mat as the crowd start up a "Triple H" chant, but that does nothing. Orton and Kennedy look down at a hurt Triple H, Orton then tells Mr. Kennedy something, and as he does Mr. Kennedy picks the steel chair back up. Orton drags Triple H by the legs over near the corner, Kennedy stomps HHH a few more times before wrapping the chair around HHH's neck.
King: Uh oh JR, this doesn't look good for the WWE Champion. There trying to kill him!
Jim Ross: This is not right, this is not right I tell you! He's a human being, and a human being doesn't deserve something like this.
Orton gets a evil smirk upon his face as he climbs up on the second turnbuckle, doing his signature pose.
Jim Ross: Don't do it Randy, remember that's a human being!
King: I don't think he can hear you JR.
Randy Orton yells at Triple H, saying "This is it champ, this is the end!" Orton gets ready to jump down on the chair to crush HHH's throat, but all of a sudden something comes up on the titantron.
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After the video, all that remains is the same puzzle from video.
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The words vanishes, The sequence of letters scrolls through, until they reveal a name.
Mr. Monday Night
The crowd went ecstatic at the revealing of the name as both Orton and Kennedy look on rather worried. Randy Orton begin to trash talk the screen, until all of a sudden...
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"One of a kind" comes blaring out of the speakers and the whole arena goes balistic! After a few seconds of waiting, the man who was behind all those promo... Rob Van Dam makes his way out on stage. Orton looks as if he's seen a ghost...
King: Oh my god JR, look who it is!
Jim Ross: I don't believe it King, "Mr. Monday Night" Rob Van Dam has returned! What a shocker!
King: I must be seeing things JR.
RVD wastes no time as he rushes down to the ring and slides into it. Orton runs at Van Dam only to get knocked down on the mat by a right hand to the face. Kennedy runs at Kennedy and RVD stops him with rights and lefts to the face. RVD goes for a kick to the face, but Kennedy catches his foot. RVD uses his other leg to kick Kennedy in the head, but Kennedy ducks that too, but he isn't able to dodge the next kick to the head from RVD! Orton is back up to his feet and he runs back a RVD for a clothesline, but Van Dam ducks under it and manages to trip Orton with a leg sweep. The crowd is going wild as RVD points to the turnbuckle, telling everyone that he is going for the 5 Star Frog Splash. RVD climbs up the turnbuckle for the Frog Splash, but Orton along with Kennedy immeditely roll out of the ring. RVD jumps off the turnbuckle and points at Orton and Kennedy, before doing his signature taunt... pointing to himself saying "Rob... Van... Dam" as the fans said it along with him. "One of a Kind" begins to play again as Orton and Kennedy are furious on the ramp, trash talking RVD. RVD helps Triple H up to his feet as HHH still looks a bit dazed. The two are standing tall in the ring as they taunt for the fans, who are standing on there feet.
Jim Ross: The electricity is in the air, and these fans are on there feet for the returning Rob Van Dam.
King: Mr. Monday Night has returned to RAW and he just made a huge statement tonight.
Jim Ross: Baw Gawd what a night we've had here ladies and gentlemen. Folks thanks for joining us for another great Monday Night RAW!
(The copyright logo appaers on the screen as the camera fades to black, and the WWE logo flashing across the screen afterwards.)
Quick Results
Michelle Mccool def Jillian Hall @ 6:50
Jeff Hardy def JBL @ 16:18
Kenny Dykstra w/ Chris Masters def JTG w/ Shad @ 9:00
Umaga def Finlay @ 10:25
Triple H def Randy Orton & Mr. Kennedy via DQ @ 17:58