Post by Valdora on Sept 5, 2010 23:46:18 GMT
The WWF Presents:
No Man’s Land
Live from Saint Louis Missouri
-We open from the intro into a video package hyping tonight’s main event and using the NML war gimmick.
-We then fade to the jam packed arena of roaring fans, the pyro exploding on the custom war themed entrance stage, music blaring and we are live.
“Hello everyone and welcome to the second No Man’s Land and it will indeed be a warzone tonight as we have three no DQ matches lined up for you, two for a title, one for pride and one being a last man standing match between teacher and student for the richest prize in the game! Hello everyone I am Jim Ross along with my broadcast partners, the first of which is the legend Gorilla Monsoon.”
“Yes indeed the atmosphere is electric here in one of the greatest wrestling towns I have ever been to. It’s going to be a hot one tonight Jim Ross!”
“Yes sir and also with us is Jerry “The King” Lawler!”
“Yeah and tonight guys we are going to finally see it set in stone for all the doubters. Tonight Bryan Danielson proves he is the best in the business and that he far and surpassed his trainer HBK Shawn Michaels.”
“Well with that said lets head to ringside for our first match. Howard it’s over to you.”
X Division Championship
“Ladies and Gentleman this opening contest is set for one fall….”
*Play Undertaker.*
Finkle is interrupted and shoots a look of terror over towards the entrance was as the Undertaker appears and makes his way over to his throne set, sitting amongst the flame torches as he did at Summerslam to observe this match.
“Ahem…” Finkle shakes his head, clears his throat and tries to continue “yes…this match is set for one fall and is a no DQ, no count out match for the X Division Championship!”
*Play Kaz and Hayabusa*
-The Darkside of Hayabusa nods to his master as he makes his way past him, running and sliding into the ring, title in hand to face off with Kaz. Kaz keeps a stone face, warming up and trying to stay focused as the Dark Phoenix stares right back with manic, twisted mannerisms that he has lately become known for.
*Play Bell*
Kaz launches forward as the bell rings trying to go for the legs but Hayabusa shuffles back away leaving Kaz to swing and slide around onto his feet and run for Hayabusa again but this time Hayabusa takes his over with a side headlock take down. Kaz however is able to break out of it and both men get back onto their feet. Hayabusa runs in but is caught with a straight gut kick and grabs a hold of the arm Irish whipping Hayabusa towards the corner but the Dark Phoenix is able to run up it and moonsault back onto Kaz but Kaz is able to catch him out the air in a power slam position, walk forward and dump him over the top rope to the floor below. Kaz then leaps up onto the top rope as Hayabusa stands and springboard cross body’s down onto the Dark Phoenix to a good pop from the crowd. Kaz turns now looking to take advantage of the new rules as he goes under the ring and grabs himself a table, pulling it out but as he turns for it Hayabusa is right there with a standing jumping front dropkick that sends him falling down onto the flat table he just brought out. Hayabusa now goes around to the announce position and gets himself a steel chair, folding it up and running for Kaz as he stands. As he reaches him he stops running and jumps, placing the chair under his heels and driving it with a dropkick into Kaz’s face to a loud “oh!” from the crowd.
“Wow! What do we call that JR? A standing Van-terminator?!” Asks King. “I guess so” replies JR.
Hayabusa then places the chair under his thighs and jumps dropping down for a standing Arabian face buster but Kaz is able to roll out of the way at the last second leaving Hayabusa to sit down hard on the chair and his hands. Kaz doesn’t waste time to get the advantage, grabbing him Hayabusa by the head and snap suplexing him down onto the flat table behind them. That gets another adrenaline filled pop from the crowd. Kaz now stands as Hayabusa rolls off the table he picks it up and now sets it up on to the outside and then going for Hayabusa but he has been able to jump up onto the ring apron now and before Kaz can react he jumps up onto the top rope and springboard moonsaults down onto Kaz below, that gets another massive “oh!” From the crowd who are now heavily into this action paced battle.
Hayabusa now stands, grabbing Kaz by the head and rolling him into the ring, following onto the ring apron and as Kaz stands leaps onto the top rope again down onto Kaz for the west coast pop into a cover for 1…2…NO!
Hayabusa seems frustrated a little as he stands, going to the stage side ring apron now and waiting for Kaz to stand before leaping up onto it again and again going for a hurricanrana like move but this time Kaz brings his hands up and catches him on his shoulders dropping down and countering it into a sit down powerbomb! For 1…2…NO! Hayabusa just kicks out.
Kaz is breathing heavily as he picks Hayabusa up by the head, bringing him to the ropes and looking down at the table. The crowd stand now in anticipation as he hooks him for Flux-Capacitor but at the last second Hayabusa is able to push him off, nailing his with two back spinning roundhouses and then jumping up onto his shoulders and sending him flying over the top rope to the outside threw the table with a hurricanrana. The crowd stands as out, reacting with shock and awe and then breaking out in chants of “Haya-busa!” Hockey claps “Haya-busa!” But the Dark Phoenix is not done, standing, running for the ropes, jumping up onto them and splashing down onto the Kaz on the floor onto the remains of the table!
The crowd as still cheering and reacting as the masked man stands, grabbing Kaz by the head and rolling him into the ring and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Kaz kicks out!
As Hayabusa falls back in pain and disbelief we cut to a shot of the Undertaker who is watching with a curious expression, raising his head and an eyebrow in observation.
Hayabusa stands gesturing and goading for Kaz to get up and when he manages to get to a straight position on his knees Hayabusa comes in and nails him with a hard kick to the ribs with a left, to the ribs with a right, shoulder left, shoulder right and then finally and hard kick with both legs to the side of the other man’s head but on the last one Kaz is able to catch him, stand, pull him in and hooks his head and leg, dropping back for a fisherman suplex into a bridge for 1…2…NO!
It’s now Kazarian’s turn to be frustrated, slamming to the mat and going to the outside, going under the ring and pulling himself out another table. But no he goes under again and gets another! Two tables now, one of which he slides into the ring. He follows it in, stands and begins setting it up in the centre of the ring. He now turns back towards Hayabusa, grabbing him but there is still fight in the champ nailing on Kaz with shots that sends him back onto the ring apron, following him out onto it. Kaz though now blocks the shots and nails on Hayabusa with a couple of his own and the grabbing him by the head, the crowd standing with anticipation again as he lifts him in the a suplex position and then spins, dropping him forwards and down with a front suplex from the apron through the table on the floor. Kaz falls back on the ropes breathing hard as the fans erupt in chants of “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
Kaz now steps down off the apron and grabs the lifeless Hayabusa, rolling him into the ring and covering him for 1…2…NO!!! Hayabusa just kicks out now! The crowd erupting in both shock and delight. Kaz however is just in a state of disbelief that turns into determined frustration as he heads to the outside and grabs the steel chair again, sliding into the ring and waiting for Hayabusa to rise before slamming the chair down hard across the back. He then drops it emphatically and reveals in Hayabusa’s pain before heading to the outside and once again going under the ring, smiling the direction of the table, then the crowd behind him and pulling out a ladder. He slides the ladder into the ring and sets it up as the crowd is not now daring to sit. As he finishes that he moves over and grabs the table pulling it closer and those who didn’t before have started to click. But as he turns back around there is Hayabusa who kicks him in the gut and drives him down with the spinning falcon arrow and hooks the leg for 1…2…NO!
Hayabusa now slams the mat and winches from the pain, holding his head and back as he stands and falls into the ropes in fatigue. He however then looks up and seems to peer right into the icy gaze of the phenom. Hayabusa nods as if the look gave him instructions and turns back around looking at the ladder and going to climb. But as he reaches it Kaz begins to sit up and rise. Hayabusa frantically runs over and grabs the steel chair and as Kaz gets to a seated position throws it and watches it bounce off of Kaz’s head, knocking him back down. Hayabusa wastes no time now, scooping the lifeless Kaz up and placing him on the table and then walks over and begins to climb the ladder. The crowds anticipations build audibly with every rung as he ascends and finally reaches the top, straightening and diving off with a Phoenix 450 Splash off the ladder onto Kaz through the table. After a few moments of recuperation, the crowd insane from the move he moves his arm over for 1…2…3!
There is a loud roar of approval from the crowd as the Dark Phoenix’s music begins to play.
“Ladies and Gentleman. Your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation X Division Champion! Hayabusa!”
The crowd rise as one giving both men, especially the retaining champ an standing ovation as he is handed the belt and hurt, weakened and tired he stumbles out of the ring and up the ramp but before heading to the back he moves over to his master and gives a salute and bow, the Undertaker slowly nodding back in approval and allowing Hayabusa to kiss his hand before he watches him head through the curtain.
Women’s Championship
*Play Women*
Undertaker still looks on as all the current women’s division is here. The Beautiful people are whispering to each other planning to work together here to cheat their way to the title, Kendra simply glares with narrow eyes at the fickle things. Hamada is looking ready to go but is mainly focused on Kendra, ready to strike when the bell rings.
*Play Bell*
The Beautiful people waste no time running across the ring and looking to take on Kendra from both sides. Rain and Sarita also run in all four of them looking to get the early advantage, grabbing Kendra and pushing her back towards the ropes when out of nowhere Kendra finds her strength and throws them back flying back across the ring. She then takes both Beautiful people down with a double closeline, clubs Rain in the back with a blow and then finishes up by taking Serena’s head off with a big boot. She then picks all four up one after another and one by one tossing them over the top rope eliminating them. Kendra slowly turns back around now to look at Hamada who is the only target left. Daffney is laughing hysterically at the sight; Taker looks on with satisfaction as Kendra narrows her eyes and steps forward to go for Hamada. Hamada waits no time, defiant as ever and runs forward slamming into Kendra and wrapping herself around the larger women’s body, hooking the arm and starting wear Kendra down. It only lasts for a few moments though as Kendra begins to stand, images of Wrestlemania in her mind as she falls back turning it into a modified Samoan drop but Hamada’ counters into a roll up, standing due to the no pinfall but has Kendra out of her game. Kendra stands and turns right into a dropkick, now Hamada hits the ropes and comes in knocking Kendra back with a shoulder tackle one, hitting the ropes and again and doing it twice, finally she hits the ropes again for the third time but this time is able to stumble Kendra back into the ropes behind her, following in and looking charging, pulling, pushing trying to get Kendra over. Kendra fights back with all she has, reaching down and grabbing Hamada by the throat, lifting her up and turning her back first into the ropes, now going to push Hamada over but Hamada gets in a good shot to save herself again, Kendra backing off a moment. Hamada waits only a second before charging forward but Kendra catches her and heaves her up in the gorilla press slam position. Kendra now walks forward with confidence going to toss her out when….bam! From behind Daffney hits Kendra with a dropkick, the momentum of the weight of Hamada falling forward and taking Kendra with her, both falling over the top rope and being eliminated.
Everyone stands in shock, including the Undertaker from his thrown as Daffney’s music plays and she jumps up and down like a school girl, being finally handed the belt and getting her hand raised.
“Your winner and NEW World Wrestling Federation Women’s Champion! Daffney!”
All are still in shock, none more than Kendra who stands and looks up with anger and rage towards her “ally.” Daffney’s smile disappears as Kendra grabs the ropes and begins to pull herself up into the ring, Daffney panicking and pleading innocence as Kendra approaches. Daffney says a lot of words, most of them saying that she did it for the Order and for a good reason and it was nothing personal, that she saw and opening and had to take it. All the while Kendra stares down at her, looking ready to kill her.
“Kendra!” Undertaker now speaks on a microphone, grabbing her attention “enough! The title is with the order and that is all that matters.”
Kendra looks at him for a moment before slowly nodding, turning and leaving the ring. Daffney follows pleading with her as they head up the aisle and follow their master to the back.
Anderson VS Macho Man
*Play Entrances*
-Anderson is still running his mouth trash talking as they move forward to square off in the centre of the ring.
*Play Ring Bell*
Randy then promptly reaches up and slaps Anderson right across his loud mouth. Savage then reels back and begins wailing away with back hand chops to the chest and then an elbow to the top of the head for good measure. Anderson stumbles back, dropping to one knee and reeling for the blows. Savage comes in looking to take advantage but as he reaches down Anderson is able to grabs a hand full of trunks, roll him up and put his feet on the ropes for 1…2…NO! Savage kicks out. Anderson come sin now grabbing Macho in a side headlock and making sure to be clearly out of the way of the referee gives and straight thumb to the eye. The crowd boos again on that one. No Anderson comes in, again applying the side headlock but Savage is able to push him off and shoot him towards the ropes catching him coming in for a good hip toss, waiting for him to stand and then going for another but this time Ken blocks it and delivers one of his own, following it up with an elbow to the chest and a quick cover for another 2. Anderson does not let up, catching Savage from behind as he rises in a rear chin lock. Savage struggles in it for a moment but is finally able to power onto his feet, delivering elbows to the gut and then catching Anderson and taking him down with a scoop slam. Savage stands feeling a full head of steam and heading to the ring apron and up to the top rope, waiting for Ken to stand before flying off and down with a double axe handle. The crowd pop loudly is Savage adjusts his tights and gives his signature taunt then heads to the top again and flies down for another double axe handle, this time however Anderson springs to life and nails Savage out the air with a dropkick and covering for 1…2…NO!
Anderson looks frustrated on that one, picking Savage up by the hair and throwing him chest first into the corner, catching him on the rebounding with a rear waist lock but Savage is able to counter it into one of his own and deliver an atomic drop. He then goes for a cover and gets 2. Randy picks Ken straight back up and goes for another atomic drop and hits it, but this time turns Ken around and takes him down with running double axe handle and covering for yet another 2.
Savage now grabs the arm and begins to twist it, jerking it and forcing Ken down in pain onto his knees. He then goes to turn it over, pulling Anderson in and locking in an abdominal stretch. Anderson struggles, yelling in pain in the hold as the referee gets in his face and asks if he wants to quit and it seems he’s close but shakes his head. Savage responds to this by rising up the point of his elbow and driving it into Anderson’s ribs, hearing him screaming out in pain more and more with each and loving it, obviously the words of the last few weeks going through his mind as he keeps the hold applied in tight. However with one last burst of energy Anderson is able to reverse it with a hip toss…but Savage gets hold of the arm, rolling through and over and locking in a Fujinami arm bar as the crowd applauds the counter and Randy himself. He keeps it applied, wrenching the arm like a mad man but Anderson is close and is able to reach over and grab the bottom rope which forces Savage to break the hold with defiance. Savage curses as the referee backs him away, pushing him aside and coming in…right into a low blow from Anderson. Savage drops to his knees in winching pain as finally the ref turns back towards them none the wiser.
After a few moments of recuperation Anderson stands nailing Savage with several straights stomps on the mat and then picking him up and dropping him down with gut buster and covering for 1…2…NO!
Ken does not seem fazed by that but does look in pain as he picks Macho up again drops him down with a rolling Green Bay Plunge for 1…2….NO!!! Savage just gets the shoulder up leaving the crowd to go wild and Anderson to fall back to the mat with anger and frustration now evident on his face.
He however now stands with determination that says “I’m going to get you, you soon of a bitch!” And heads up onto the top rope signaling for his old finisher the Kenton Bomb but from out of nowhere Randy is up and runs for the corner, jumping up and arm dragging him off the top rope to the mat below as the place goes wild.
The noise gets louder as finally Savage is back on his feet and grabs the rising Anderson, throwing him down to the mat with a scoop slam and then pointing to the top rope. Elizabeth is clapping as he heads out and to the top, rising up arms wide like and eagle and flying off with the elbow but at the last second Ken is able to roll out of the way leaving Savage to crash and burn elbow first, the smile disappearing fro Liz’s face and now turning to concern. After a few moments Anderson stumbles to his feet and turns around, the crowd and Elizabeth screaming at him to get up and get up he does but right into the hands of Anderson who drops him with the mic check for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd let out a sigh of disappointment and begin booing loudly as Anderson’s music plays and he is announced the winner. But as he gets his hand raised he moves over and grabs the mic from Finkle, the music dying as he winches through the pain and fatigue to speak.
“Oh yeah…I won! I won! And guess what y’all! If you don’t like it! Bite me! The age of the Slim Jim Macho King is dead! You are now living in era of Mr. Anderson!” he quiets almost to a whisper “Anderson.” His music then plays as with a broad obnoxiously smile he swaggers past Macho, symbolically stepping over him, and heads to the back to loud boos.
Intercontinental Championship
*Play Entrances*
Miz is escorted as expected by the entourage of an injured MVP, Sherri and James E Cornette. Liger is lead to the ring in a fashion that can on be the American Dream Dusty Rhodes.
Both men are warmed up and given last minute encouragement in their corner, loosening themselves up and then both stepping forward the referee calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
Mix steps forward with arms raised, trash talking and smiling to Liger who looks focused on him. “What? What?” Miz asks cockily. Liger then quickly responds exploding onto Miz with a front rolling wheel kick that takes his head off and down and stands, raising his arms out to the crowd who roar in response. Miz rises up, looking in Never Land as he shakes his head groggily and tries to stands, stumbles back down and Liger points at him, the crowd laughing but Miz is finally able to use the top rope to pull himself up to his feet. He shakes it off and turns looking at Liger with anger and nods “oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” He asks and then quickly runs in and gets caught and taken down with a deep arm drag. This time Miz bolts from the ring looking for a moment to recoup as now its Liger’s turn to mock and taunt the challenger. Miz is approached by all as he gets himself back in the game and then angrily grabs the ropes and pulls himself back into the ring, ready to go now.
“Not the best of starts for the challenger” Monsoon comments with a chuckle.
Miz now begins circling the ring, Liger following and circling parallel to him and urging Miz to come on. Both men launch forward going to lock up and again Liger takes the advantage, going behind and locking in a rear waist lock, Miz surprisingly though is able to reverse it into one of his own but Liger reverses that into an overhand wrist lock. Miz is taken over and down but again Miz surprises all, including Liger, by rolling through onto his feet, standing and reversing it into an arm lock of his own. He however does his with more…words trash talking loudly with a smile, confident despite evidence to the contrary that he has Liger where he wants him and very proud of his reversals.
“Yeah it was great Miz now keep on him you fool!” JR comments.
“Hey that’s the Miz JR” replies King “he’s no fool! He’s awesome!”
“Yeah…I saw the T-shirt” JR retorts.
Liger however now rolls forward in graceful style, doing it again in the other direction on his head this time onto his feet and jerks the arm sending Miz back over onto the mat. Miz ever defiant manages to get straight back onto his feet through and angrily got for Liger’s arm again, determined to out wrestle him but now Liger goes underneath and takes Miz back with a under hook suplex. Some of the crowd claps for Liger as he stands but he has no time, coming in and keeping it on the Miz. Both men lock up again, this time Miz not resisting, kneeing Liger hard cheaply in the gut and then grabs both hands and pushing Liger down back first to the mat. Liger arches his back as he head touches the mat then comes to life, bringing his legs up and scissoring the head, sending him flying over a head scissors. Miz falls forward into the ropes and Liger wastes no time, running the length of the ring and jumping over the top rope and dropping a leg drop to Miz’s head on the second rope on the apron. The capacity crowd erupt in shock and cheers for their champion for that innovative move. Replays are shown as Liger comes back into the ring and goes back on the attack but Miz is right there, perhaps after nearly losing his head, he nails Liger in the gut with elbows, stands and delivers fierce shots to the head then running for the ropes and coming in, Liger going for a closeline but he manages to duck underneath, grab Liger, spin him around, kick him in the gut and hook him for the sit out shoulder jawbreaker and covering for 2.
Miz picks Liger up by the arm working it and whips him into the ropes, taking him over and down with a back body drop then shooting him into the ropes again, this time Liger stops to momentum, turns and grabs Miz coming in with a head scissors and taking him over into the ropes again. Miz is again in the 619 like prone position as Liger again runs the length of the ring and goes for the springboard leg drop again but this time as he jumps down onto the apron Miz stands, Liger sees this and lands on his feet on the apron but is too late to react as Miz nails him with a dropkick that sends him flying hard into the crowd barrier below. Miz falls back to get a breath as Liger lies unmoving on the outside, the front row screaming at him to get out as the referees count proceeds. Miz takes another moment to taunt and then heads to the ropes to break the count, pushing the ref out the way and going for a baseball slide but Liger reacts manages to grab his legs and slide him out onto his feet on the floor and then takes his head off again with front rolling wheel kick on the outside. After a moment of ref counting Liger stands and the heads to the apron, waiting for Miz to stand and then running forward and down onto Miz with the rolling senton to the floor taking them both down as the crowd cheers loudly around them.
Finally after another few moments both men stand, Liger first and comes in grabbing Miz by the head and looking to roll him into the ring but Miz counters with hard shots to the head, Liger however is able to block that and nails him with a hard palm strike. Liger then rolls into the ring and out again to break the ref’s ten count.
“Now there’s your fool JR, idiot retains on a count out!” Lawler exclaims.
Liger comes looking to take advantage as he hooks the arm and head looking to go for a suplex but Miz brings his fist up and is able to stop it, then reverses it into a suplex of his own lifting Liger up, walking forward and dropping him torso first onto the crowd barrier. The crowd around and everywhere let out a collective groan as Liger hits the wall with sick impact, the sound of cracking can almost be heard. Miz breaths heavy as he moves away and again break the refs count before zoning in on Liger on the barrier and running forward nailing a high running knee to the side of the head with concussion like impact that sends Liger falling back into the front row, the people around him scattering as security push back. Several replays are shown of the two past moves as JR comments “Liger may have broken ribs, he may have a concussion for that knee. This is getting ugly!”
Miz does not intend to leave Liger however, he wants to win the belt and he grabs Liger by the head and throws him into the ring, following him in.
“Folks I hate to say it but it may just be a foregone conclusion here” Ross tells the listeners.
Miz knows it too and smiles, taunting Dusty as he picks Liger up and whips him into the corner, backing into the opposite one and running in nailing his signature corner closeline, staying sat on the ropes a Liger falls face first, looking out with a sick and cocky smile to Liger’s adoring public and loving every minute of it.
“Ladies and Gentleman this time last year at this very event these two had a match for what was then the Light Heavyweight Championship that was a great match but here and now this two are in the big time for one of the big belts and the certainly are bringing it” Monsoon tells us.
Miz now sets Liger up for the Mizard of Oz, running the ropes and coming it but at the last second Liger comes to life grabbing Miz and taking him over with a backslide for 1…2…NO! Miz manages to kick out and quickly gets to his feet, seeming enraged that Liger is still fighting begins hammering him into the mat with hard blows and kicks of fierce anger, spit flying from his mouth as he just beating the hell out of Liger for daring to fight back.
“Come on!” He yells with a wild wave of his hands, gesturing for Liger to get back up and then running for the ropes and hitting the running neckbreaker.
Miz stands, the rage going now as he now feels confident he has finished Liger off. He cockily swaggers towards him as in the background we can hear and see Dusty yelling at him to get up. And slowly but surely as Miz opens his mouth and grows wide eyed Liger begins to stir, push his hands into the mat and then begin to get up. Miz’s anger returns with full force, he yells as Liger to come on and then grabs him by the head, setting him up for the SCF but out of nowhere Liger reverses it, kick Miz in the gut and then grabs hooks him and drops him down with a fisherman buster for 1…2…NO! Miz kicks out!
Both men slump to the mat but soon enough Liger is using the ropes to pull himself up. The crowd are feeling it, cheering and yelling for Liger almost as loud as Dusty as ringside who yells “Liger bomb baby! Liger bomb time!”
Liger nods and pulls Miz in setting him up for the running powerbomb he owns but then Miz charges forward, grabbing Liger’s legs and pushing him back and colliding with the ref, sandwiching him into the corner. The crowd boos as they see the ref is down and feel the dread as the Company begins to organize and dispatch as ringside. Cornette now steps into the ring, setting up the tennis racket, spinning it around as Liger stands and turns towards it when…bam! From the side comes Dusty nails Cornette with a hard jab that makes him drop the racket and then continues to whale on the small man with his signature strikes, then reeling back and nails Cornette down with the Bionic elbow. The crowd has exploded, going nuts for Dusty. MVP now hits the ring, one armed as he may be and runs for Dusty and wham! Gets a Bionic elbow of his own. Dusty is feeling it dancing to the beat of the crowd who are loving every minuets of it. Sherri now comes in the ring with as steel chair, raising it up to go from behind on Dusty but at the last second its Liger who catches her from the side, grabs the chair and throws it to the mat. Dusty has now noticed her and turns with a smiles, both men surrounding Sherri who shrieks out and cry of terror and bolts from the ring leaving her high heels behind her.
Liger then turns back to the Miz as Dusty leaves the ring and kicks him in the gut, dropping him the Liger bomb for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd jump up and cheer as Liger gets the win. Finally he stands and Dusty comes in, handing him the belt with a broad smile. Liger takes it, reels back for a moment and then embraces his manager in a hug as the crowd roar. Finally both men turn and raise each other’s arms in the arm as Finkle announces it.
“Your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion; Jushin “Thunder” Liger!”
Liger now heads the top rope, celebrating with the fans and holding the belt up high as the company regroup in despair, pain and anger. Dusty is clapping as Liger holds up the belt and JR calls.
“Folks in a time of such darkness around here it is dam good to see a true hero in the ring, to see true friendship between these two men from very different worlds. Folks there is your champion and his name is Liger and I feel it has only just begun!”
Tag Team Championship
*Play Taker 2*
As the crowd gets set for the next match the Phenom retakes his throne among flames.
*Play Intros*
Edge and Christian watch with grinning, sadist stares from their corner of the ring to their four opponents who all look ready and determined. The Brood holds out their title belts to the referee without looking at him, keeping their eyes on their opponents as he takes them with caution, hands them to the time keeper and calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
As the bell rings the Brood recoil from the ring leaving Homicide and Alex Shelly to start things off here, both the rivals lock up however they continue to lock to the corner at which the two evil human beings lie in wait.
After a few moments to gather and warm themselves up the two launch forward and lock up in a collar elbow tie up, a quick break from that but then Homicide swings for a forward, Shelly able to block it and fire back with a shot of his own, followed by another that has already started to set a tone for this one. Shelly beats on him a few more times until hitting a standing dropkick, however Homicide counters swatting him out of the sky, grabbing him and turning it into a bow and arrow lock. Shelly writhes in the hold for a moment until is finally able to break the grip and drop down out of it, standing and coming at Hernandez, hitting a successful dropkick this time that sends Homicide flying back into the corner. Shelly runs up and follows it up with a monkey flip out of the corner then runs over and tags in Sabin. Sabin leaps straight to the top rope and vaults off and down with a springboard cross body for a quick 2 count. Sabin now runs for the ropes and run with a full head of steam into Homicide but the Latin grappler is waiting for him and catches him turning it into a spinning spine buster.
Homicide now gets up and shuffles over to his corner, tagging in Hernandez. Hernandez goes to work with a quick succession of three elbows and then picking Sabin up and throwing him to the rope, ducking down but Sabin counters rolling over his back onto his feet and as Hernandez rises and turns he brings up one leg, it gets caught then wham! With the ensurguri. Sabin then runs for the ropes again but from behind Edge grabs him and throws him to the mat, not only an offensive move but it counts as a tag. In comes Edge stomping away at the downed Hernandez and then goes over to the rising Shelly and gleefully tossing him over the top and out of the ring, turning back to Super-mex but Hernandez it there to meet him with a hard big boot. Hernandez now grabs Edge and pulls him up hitting a running power slam then picking him straight back up again and dragging him to the corner and tagging in Homicide again. Both men set up and hit a double suplex followed by a leg drop, big splash combo. Hernandez is warned by the ref and leaves with hands held up. Homicide now drags Edge and props him up in the corner, running the length of the ring to the other corner, targeting and then running dropping forward for a senton but at the last second Edge moves out the way leaving Homicide to crash back first and upside down into the turnbuckles. The crowd reacts to that as Edge darts across the ring now and tags in Christian who goes straight to the top rope and flies off on a standing Homicide with a diving dropkick and covering for 2. Christian picks him right back up and takes him down with a double under hook suplex followed by a leg drop and then a running diving forearm for another 2.
Christian is getting vicious now, his new dark side emerging with full force as he whales away on the downed Homicide with rights and lefts at a faster and more vicious pace with every moment. He then drags Homicide up and takes him down with a reverse DDT for 1…2…NO He now picks Homicide back up and throws him into his corner tagging in Edge and then both of the Brood commence double stomping the hell out of Homicide in the corner. Bruises are starting to show as Edge takes him and drops him with a reverse face buster, hooking the leg for 1…2…NO! Snapmare is followed by a reverse chin lock, the crowd now clapping trying to will Homicide back to life, finally he starts shaking with the rhythm of their stomps and claps, getting to his feet and giving a back elbow to the gut, getting out of it and kicking Edge in the gut, Irish whipping him into the ropes but its right in the path of Shelly who blind tags himself in, vaults onto the tope ropes and flies down onto Homicide with a corkscrew body press for 1…2…NO! Shelly does not let up, hitting a standing moonsault for another cover 1…2…NO! He runs over now and tags in Sabin who goes to the top turnbuckle, waits for Homicide to slowly rise again and then flying off with an over castle and covering for 1…2…NO! Sabin runs for the rope and bam! Nails the rising Homicide with a running dropkick and covering again for 1…2…NO! Sabin now scoops up the hurting Homicide and drags him to the corner, tagging in Shelly then dropping back with Homicide in a Mexican surfboard position, Shelly now on the top rope and flies off and down with a diving stomp right to the gut of Homicide in the stretch! Christian and Edge have now had enough knowing their titles are in trouble and hit the ring but the Machine guns cut them off at the pass with forearms and then a dropkick send Edge back, both then stand and nail the running in Christian with a double super kick, they then stand and turn to finish of Homicide but it’s too late he’s already moving and then leaps forward hot tagging Hernandez. Hernandez comes in like a house on fire with a shoulder tackle to Shelly, short arm closeline to Sabin. In comes Christian again and gets a running big boot that takes shim down hard. Hernandez cries out on fire and turning to grab the rising Shelly, setting him up and hitting the vertibreaker and covering for 1…2…NO! Edge is back and breaks it up picking Hernandez up but Hernandez fights back, Edge however manages to kick him in the gut and nail him with the Impaler DDT and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Sabin is back with a frogsplash from the top rope to break it up! He then scoops off the sandwiched Edge and covers him for 1…2…NO!!! Homicide is back and wham! Nails Sabin with the Cop Killa for 1…2…NO!!! Christian is back and drags him u, the two go at it until Christian is able to hook him, turn him and hit the Killswitch and cover for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd boos loudly as The Brood’s music hits.
“Ladies and Gentleman your winners and STILL The World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions the Brood!” Comes the announcement.
Christian helps Edge up and both rise, being handed there belts and getting there hands raised with them, a satisfied smile on their faces.
As they leave and exit up the aisle, the other two hard fighting teams can only look on as Edge and Christian kneel before the Phenom and he gives them his blessing for the win and then orders them to the back.
Interlude
We are now backstage with Mean Gene Okerlund.
“What a night already ladies and gentleman but oh boy it’s not over, my guest at this time; AJ Styles!”
AJ walks into shot to a loud pop from the live crowd.
“Mr. Styles you have a match next against the barbaric, the unpredictable, the deranged and the now harnessed Mankind. After what we have seen in previous weeks, including not only him defeating you but also what they have done to you and others recently. You have you worry about you health going into this one.”
“I do Gene. I do indeed worry for my wellbeing because I know I am getting in there tonight with one of the most deranged, psychotic mean ever in this business. Then take that and add in one huge X factor with the man he has sworn allegiance to and the army he helps charge. Yes, Mankind beat me but not only is it the desire, the desperate desire to beat him back that has me standing here today, but more importantly it’s to send a message to his master. Undertaker I am going to burn through all of your minions and cronies no matter how much or how long it takes, and then Deadman you will fight me. You will fight me whether in the ring or in the street but I will take all you cost me at Summerslam and beat it out of you until there is nothing left. Deadman I’m coming, Mick Foley, Mankind you are just a stepping stone on that journey!”
With that he passionately walks off screen as Okerlund turns back to us.
“Folks that is next, Gentleman back to you at ringside!”
AJ VS Mankind
*Play Intros*
AJ’s Entrance is interrupted as he is halfway down the aisle by Mankind cutting him off and going to hammer on him, AJ able to see him coming blocks and fires back with shots of his own, fighting him down the aisle towards the ring. He manages to beat him until Mankind is back first into the ring and then Mankind fights back, grabbing AJ with both hands around the head and throwing it hard back. AJ manages to get his footing though and runs right forward into Mankind who is quickly able to counter with a back body drop that sends AJ flying upside down back first into the ropes, but as Mankind turns AJ is able to use the ropes to handspring back and rap his legs around the head of Mankind, turning it into a head scissor takedown from the apron to the floor. As Mankind rolls over and stumbles up AJ darts for the ring but Mankind cuts him off, grabbing the legs and pulling AJ out, AJ again though is one step ahead and manages to kick Mankind away. Mankind stumbles up the aisle and then here comes AJ again, hammering into him with hard vengeance filled right hands, and back hand chops. He then spins for a discus punch but Mankind is able to block it and grabs him, throwing him with at full speed over the guard rail and into the crowd. AJ gets to his knees and begins to rise up but Mankind is coming over the guard wall after him into the people as they are scattered by security. Mankind whales away on AJ with forearm shots that knock him further back towards the bleachers and past them into the aisled exit way. Mankind now is able to grab Styles around the head and drive him face first with a sick splat into the lit up aisle way stairs. Mankind now comes in stalking his wounded prey but as he lifts AJ up Styles fights back nailing Mankind with right hands and a couple a hard knife edge chops. The two of them now fighting back into the crowd.
“Wow, this is isn’t a wrestling match folks. This is a fight and they are fighting all over the place.”
“Well we knew it would be like this, we had too” replies Lawler.
AJ’s comeback last only a few more shots before Mankind is able to cut him off and run forward for a running spinning neck break to the arena stairs, the people around them wincing at that one. Mankind now ducks down and begins screaming and screeching at AJ, in his ear in a taunting and deranged fashion. As Mankind stands AJ finally does start to stir but he is not home as he feels and stumbles, barely able to get even to a crawling potion, trying to regain his bearings. Finally AJ starts to crawl on all fours away from Mankind, Mankind following like a predator stalking a wounded prey. Finally AJ stands and Mankind runs forward, arm outstretched for a closeline but AJ moves out the way and Mankind’s arm crashes hard into the crowd stand, turning just as AJ has now grabbing a steel chair without folding it and ramming it headfirst into the head of Mankind. He then drops back sacrificing his own body to deliver a dropkick on the outside that sends Mankind flying into the arena wall. AJ moves away, holding his mouth in pain but knows he has to keep on the deranged one. Mankind comes back bough is caught hard in the side with a straight roundhouse kick, and another to the shoulder, another going for another but now Mankind catches him by the head and drives him back ramming the back of his head into the metal stairs handrail. Again AJ falls with the lights on but no one home, groggy and now we can see the back of his head is busted open from that one as he begins to crawl now up the steps, higher up the arena. Finally just ahead of Mankind who is still on ground level he is able to use the handrail to stand but from the side comes Mankind trying to grab him through the gaps but AJ fires back desperately with a hard kick or two to send Mankind stumbling back away. AJ is no fully up to the top in the balcony area. He then takes a few steps back, runs up and swan dives over the balcony rail down onto Mankind with a senton to the floor!
“Oh my God! He flew headfirst from the top of the balcony! Thank god he manages the full flip….Jesus!” JR shakes his head as replays of the dive is shown.
The crowd now erupts in “Holy shit!” chants for the second time in the night as both men lay out on the concrete floor among them. Finally AJ begins to stir and crawls, then kneel and then finally walks back towards the ring area, over the guard wall and into the ring. Mankind is now up and following him but as Mankind reaches ringside AJ runs up and over the top rope, down onto Mankind with the foseberry corkscrew planca.
Chants of “AJ! AJ! AJ!” Erupts as Styles stands and walks over now to the announce tables. He now grabs himself another steel chair and folds it up, bringing it around, aiming and slamming it into the back of the rising Mankind. He then rolls Mankind into the ring, leaps up onto the ring apron onto the top rope and flies off with a springboard frog splash into a cover for 1…2…NO! Mankind kicks out.
AJ stands now and heads to the top rope, but as he raises Mankind is back up, grabbing him and throwing him off the top rope to the mat below. Mankind then follows that up after a moments rest by grabbing Styles, placing him between his legs and driving him down with a pulling piledriver for 1….2…NO! AJ kicks out. Mankind gets to his knees now and begins hammering into AJ with right hands, he then leans his arm back signaling for the claw, reaching forward but AJ blocks it, holding it back and then bringing his leg up to kick Mankind in the back of the head and send him off of him. Styles now stand, holding his neck from the piledriver and grabbing Mankind by the head, running forward and jumping over the top rope to the floor sling-shooting Mankind’s head back off the top rope. He then runs into the ring for a cover and another 2.
AJ stands, runs for the ropes and comes in on the rising Mankind but bam! Boot the gut followed straight up with a double arm DDT and covering for 1…2…NO!!! AJ gets his shoulder up and place explodes.
“That’s the move that put AJ away a few weeks back on Raw!” Comments Ross “he’s motivated here to say the least.”
Mankind gets to his knees now squealing and shouting about it, reaching up and pulling up his hair and throwing it into the air. He then stands, circling the ring and then heading out of the ring, going under the apron and pulling out…a 2 by 4 rapped in barbed wire! The crowd let out a pop and stand with anticipation as Foley rolls into the ring and zero’s in the rising AJ, running forward and is he stands but at the last second AJ reverses it into a drop toe hold sending Mankind face first into barbed wire himself! When we next get a shot of Mankind we can see though the spaces in his mask that his is bleeding from at least four puncher wounds from the barbs. AJ stands now, out of breath and hurt but willing himself on, grabbing the 2 by 4 himself now, reeling back for a shot, waiting for Mankind to stand and then wham! Sends the barbed wire face first into Mankind again, the squeals of the deranged one sounding out as he is now pouring blood all down his face, mask and chest. AJ now grabs Mankind and pulls his head between his legs, holding out his arms and signaling for a Styles clash…
*BONG*
The lights cut out, when they come back out the crowd explode in boos as the entire Order of Darkness is in the ring. They run forward now, AJ doing his best to fight them off but is overwhelmed by the numbers and beaten down under the pile of humanity. The crowd are deflated some booing as now is invisible beneath the mass of the moving fists beating on him until…they come alive again as the MCMG hit the hit the ring and to the top ropes, flying off and down onto the Order, taking a few out and begin to hammer them back as the noise gets louder. But soon the numbers come back and then are too much as the Guns are beaten down as well, fist and stomps everywhere and are then thrown from the ring, attention back on the barely moving, bloody AJ.
*BONG*
The lights cut out again, and when they come up this time the Undertaker is no longer in his throne but standing in the ring. He slowly and methodically walks forward signaling for his followers to holds AJ’s lifeless body up. Edge and Gabriel do so, grabbing him up to his knees by his shoulders to face their master. Taker then comes forward and grabs him hard around the neck with a choke. Daffney now has a microphone and places it in front of the Phenom’s face.
“You insignificant pathetic little fool!” Taker sneers “did you think that by accepting a no DQ match with a member of me order you would be allowed to win! I care nothing for being fair, or ethics! I only care about crushing you like the insect you are no matter what it takes and now that you failed to simply lay down and allow us to walk over you, let Mankind walk over you, you will just suffer more! The more you resist me the more pain and suffering that will come to you and those you care for! Now I ask you with that in mind boy…join me, be in my Order and accept me as your personal savior, allow the purity of the evil to guide you!”
Daffney moves the mic over to AJ who opens his eyes barely now and looks up from beneath bruises, finally able to spit out “never!” To a cheer from the crowd.
Taker looks down at him first with anger and then a cold indifference “very well” he grips his neck tighter “then you deserve all of what you have coming. And you are going to have injuries that will not soon heal. And while you are laying in your emergency room bed AJ you make the wise choice to get out of my way, you will make the choice to leave this company and go elsewhere or I promise that next time I will do more than maim you!”
He stands letting him go and turns away, his back to Style and nods to his followers. Each of the them then rush forward and consume AJ beating the hell out of him as boos are deafening. Finally after minuets of a horrendous beating the Order is ordered from the ring, revealing the battered caucus that was AJ Styles in the centre of the ring. Mankind now moves in and covers him. Undertaker now barks at the referee to get in the ring and count. He reluctantly and fearfully does so, bending down and counting 1…2…3!
*Play ring bell*
The boos reign down, the referee looking ashamed to have made the call as Finkle quietly calls it.
“Ladies and Gentleman you winner; Mankind!”
Mankind rocks back and forth, the wounds for battle evident as he then rolls out of the ring and follows his master and brethren up the aisle way to the back as EMT’s arrive to scoop what remains of AJ from the mat.
Main Event
*Play Intros*
Both men are looking intently at each other. In the eyes of Danielson we can see burning hatred, burning jealously where as in the eyes of HBK we see disappointment that it has come to this.
They step forward, going nose to nose now as Danielson unhooks the title and hands it to the assigned referee Earl Hebner. He holds it up and then hands it to the time keeper as all the while the champion and challenger stare each other down. Now as Cornette leaves the ring there noses touch, backing off Danielson is trash talking, Shawn nodding and giving simple replies and then Hebner calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
Both men recoil, taking a moment, keeping their eyes on each other and then launching forward and locking up. Bryan tries to get the advantage early on, pushing Shawn back towards the corner but HBK reverses that and struggles Danielson into the corer now. Danielson counter that and HBK is once again in the corner, back and forth it goes as both men try to keep their opponent in the corner to take advantage. Finally as both men struggle now, HBK in the corner Danielson takes the cheap way out, reaching up and pull Shawn’s hair and then hammering into him with a closed fist blow, followed by straight kick to the chest in the corner, and another, another good straight kick slapping the chest, then finally Shawn powers back countering into right hand shots of his own, then going to his knife edge chops to fight Bryan back to the centre of the ring but on the last one Bryan catches it and takes Shawn down, hooking him for the cross face but HBK is able to struggles out to his feet and both men have another stare down for a second before standing, shaking it off and going after each other again. And they go right back to the strikes, a chop from HBK is answered by a kick from Danielson, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick back and forth they go to “boo!” “yeah” s from the capacity crowd. Danielson then takes advantages again, grabbing Michaels by the head and taking him over with a side headlock takedown, as they hit the mat though Shawn is able to reverse it into a head scissors taking Danielson over until he gets to his feet and rolls forward turning it into a back press, HBK reaches up and powering to his feet with a yell of strain keeping the waist lock and then turning Bryan over, hooking the arms and going to bring him down to the mat, Bryan though is able to turn that, turn HBK around and smash him in gut with a high knee. Danielson then looks to take advantage, scooping HBK up for a scoop slam but HBK is able to drop back onto his feet and again wallop Danielson with a hard knife edge chop, then another and grabs the arm, backing Danielson into the ropes and shooting him off of them across the ring, ducking down for a back body drop but Danielson sees this, runs in and nails HBK with a running head scissor takedown, grabbing the arm on the way down and turning it into an Fujinami arm bar and locking it into until Finally HBK to roll forward onto his feet and break it. Danielson is right there to meet him through with the running high knee strike to the head. Bryan then lifts Shawn up by the head and backs him into the corner, running into him with a shoulder driving him into the post three time then taking him over with a snapmare followed by a dropkick to the back of his rising head. Danielson seems to have it all going his way as he grabs the arm now and backs HBK into the corner, Irish him into the opposite corner and catching him on the rebound with a dropkick.
Bryan now smiles as he picks Shawn up but that smile turns to a vicious scowl as he nails HBK with a head but that takes him back down to the mat. He then picks Shawn up again and whips him off the ropes into the opposite ropes bringing up and kick but HBK counters catching it and turning it into a dragon screw, HBK keeping hold of the leg and then setting him up for the figure four leg lock, dropping back and locking it in. Bryan screams up, trying to reach for the rope and does but Hebner can only tell him it’s for naught under these rules. Danielson cries out bloody murder but his attention goes back to the pain as he screams and writhes in the time tested maneuver. Cornette is now pleading with the referee, arguing but all Earl can do is shake his head an tell Cornette to stay back out of the match.
“How about if you can’t stand for the ten huh?” Shawn yells in Bryan’s face as he pulls on the hold.
Bryan can only writhe and try to fight the pain, bringing his hand up to bite it to stop himself from feeling it, Shawn intend on breaking the leg or maybe even pulling the dam thing off. After what of been minuets he finally breaks and back off, telling the referee to count.
“1…2…3…” The count begins.
Danielson stumbles up to one knee trying to stand and then crumbling back down from the hurt leg, moving over to the ropes and grabbing it, pulling himself up to his feet then out of nowhere comes Shawn with a dropkick to the injured leg, taking the wheel out from under the champion and sending him back down. HBK again calls for the count as Danielson holds his knee and rolls around to his belly on the mat.
“1…2…3…4” Danielson is once again defiantly able to get to the ropes and pull himself up to break the count. Shawn now runs into toward him looking to take advantage of the man on the ropes but at the last second Danielson ducks down and lets HBK flies over the top rope to the floor below. Danielson takes a moment of break in the ring, holding his leg and trying to get some feeling back into it and HBK writhes on the mats by the announce table. Finally after a few moments Bryan comes out of the ring and goes over to the Spanish announce table, grabbing the covering and monitors and throwing them aside, then moving over to the English announce table and doing the same. HBK is now back up but Danielson grabs him and promptly hip tosses him back first into the steel ring steps. He then grabs HBK and throws him onto the table, hammering on him with right hands to keep him there. He then joins him on the table, grabs him and sets him up in a regal-plex, HBK drops back onto his feet able to reverse it then hammers onto Bryan who is teetering on the edge of the tale before the Spanish one, HBK keeps hammering away trying to make him fall back he then takes a big run up and run right into Danielson who is able to grab him in the powerbomb position, lifting him up, turn and drive him through the Spanish announce table with a powerbomb. The crowd reacting, some with boos in support of HBK as Danielson drops to his knees and drops down from the table now. He then gets to his feet and calls for the referee to count, going back into the ring on orders. Hebner then turns and begins to count. It looks bleak for the challenger.
“1….2….3….4….5…” At 5 HBK grabs the table and begins to use it to crawl up, trying to stand but slithering like a snake over the remains of the table “6….7….” At 7 HBK somehow is able to stumble to his feet but seeing this as soon as he does Danielson is there to meet him with a running knee taking him back to table wreckage. He then picks Shawn up and throws him into the ring, the mounting him and hammering away with right and lefts to the head and then dropping back to let the referee count again.
“1…2…3…4...” HBK begins to stir again Bryan now yelling “stay down you old bastard!” But Shawn is trying to get to his feet “5…6….” Shawn again is able to just get onto his feet but into comes the vicious and determined Bryan again nailing HBK with kick and knees to the torso, chest and head, finally backing into the ropes and rebounding with a running big boot that sends Michaels back down emphatically. Bryan backs off into the corner and again orders the count.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…” Shawn now crawls over and using the ropes to pull himself up now turning and begging an angry, gob smacked Danielson for more. Danielson comes in with raging anger and begins hammering into HBK again with fists and then following up with a back suplex, standing and one again telling Hebner to count.
“1…2…3..4…5…6…7…” Shawn now again uses the ropes to pull himself up as Danielson frustrated and angry yells for HBK to stay down. Shawn now turns; stumbling as he may and battered as he may he slowly brings his hands up and turns them into two middle finger salutes. Danielson grows wide eyed looking at this, the crowd roaring approval. Danielson now comes in with rage in his eyes and hammers into HBK again but this time HBK blocks him and hammers back with a shot of his own, and another, and another fighting Bryan back across the ring with the comeback as the crowd stand and cheer in approval getting louder with each punch, then he hits the ropes and comes in right into a capture power slam that takes the air right out of the arena, HBK hitting hard to the mat. Bryan backs off again ordering the count but only gets a 5 as Shawn manages again to struggle to his feet, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Now Danielson takes him down with a running knee but knowing it won’t keep him down now head to outside and gets himself his championship belt, sliding it into the ring and waiting for HBK to stand and then running forward with it but at the last second Shawn stomps him in the torso and takes the belt from his hands and bam! Smashes the title belt over Danielson’s head to a momentous pop from the approving public. HBK then collapses into the corner to prop himself up as Hebner begins the count.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…” Danielson struggles but is able to make it to his feet, Shawn launching forward and smashing into him with the running forearm. But it seemed the last moment of energy HBK had left as he too crumbles to the mat. The ref bending down and beginning to count both men.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…” At 7 HBK reels back and summons all he has to nip up to the loud pop. The crowd standing and cheering s HBK comes in the rising Danielson and hammers into him with a shot, another, and another and another until finally Bryan goes down from the strong comeback.
No Man’s Land
Live from Saint Louis Missouri
-We open from the intro into a video package hyping tonight’s main event and using the NML war gimmick.
-We then fade to the jam packed arena of roaring fans, the pyro exploding on the custom war themed entrance stage, music blaring and we are live.
“Hello everyone and welcome to the second No Man’s Land and it will indeed be a warzone tonight as we have three no DQ matches lined up for you, two for a title, one for pride and one being a last man standing match between teacher and student for the richest prize in the game! Hello everyone I am Jim Ross along with my broadcast partners, the first of which is the legend Gorilla Monsoon.”
“Yes indeed the atmosphere is electric here in one of the greatest wrestling towns I have ever been to. It’s going to be a hot one tonight Jim Ross!”
“Yes sir and also with us is Jerry “The King” Lawler!”
“Yeah and tonight guys we are going to finally see it set in stone for all the doubters. Tonight Bryan Danielson proves he is the best in the business and that he far and surpassed his trainer HBK Shawn Michaels.”
“Well with that said lets head to ringside for our first match. Howard it’s over to you.”
X Division Championship
“Ladies and Gentleman this opening contest is set for one fall….”
*Play Undertaker.*
Finkle is interrupted and shoots a look of terror over towards the entrance was as the Undertaker appears and makes his way over to his throne set, sitting amongst the flame torches as he did at Summerslam to observe this match.
“Ahem…” Finkle shakes his head, clears his throat and tries to continue “yes…this match is set for one fall and is a no DQ, no count out match for the X Division Championship!”
*Play Kaz and Hayabusa*
-The Darkside of Hayabusa nods to his master as he makes his way past him, running and sliding into the ring, title in hand to face off with Kaz. Kaz keeps a stone face, warming up and trying to stay focused as the Dark Phoenix stares right back with manic, twisted mannerisms that he has lately become known for.
*Play Bell*
Kaz launches forward as the bell rings trying to go for the legs but Hayabusa shuffles back away leaving Kaz to swing and slide around onto his feet and run for Hayabusa again but this time Hayabusa takes his over with a side headlock take down. Kaz however is able to break out of it and both men get back onto their feet. Hayabusa runs in but is caught with a straight gut kick and grabs a hold of the arm Irish whipping Hayabusa towards the corner but the Dark Phoenix is able to run up it and moonsault back onto Kaz but Kaz is able to catch him out the air in a power slam position, walk forward and dump him over the top rope to the floor below. Kaz then leaps up onto the top rope as Hayabusa stands and springboard cross body’s down onto the Dark Phoenix to a good pop from the crowd. Kaz turns now looking to take advantage of the new rules as he goes under the ring and grabs himself a table, pulling it out but as he turns for it Hayabusa is right there with a standing jumping front dropkick that sends him falling down onto the flat table he just brought out. Hayabusa now goes around to the announce position and gets himself a steel chair, folding it up and running for Kaz as he stands. As he reaches him he stops running and jumps, placing the chair under his heels and driving it with a dropkick into Kaz’s face to a loud “oh!” from the crowd.
“Wow! What do we call that JR? A standing Van-terminator?!” Asks King. “I guess so” replies JR.
Hayabusa then places the chair under his thighs and jumps dropping down for a standing Arabian face buster but Kaz is able to roll out of the way at the last second leaving Hayabusa to sit down hard on the chair and his hands. Kaz doesn’t waste time to get the advantage, grabbing him Hayabusa by the head and snap suplexing him down onto the flat table behind them. That gets another adrenaline filled pop from the crowd. Kaz now stands as Hayabusa rolls off the table he picks it up and now sets it up on to the outside and then going for Hayabusa but he has been able to jump up onto the ring apron now and before Kaz can react he jumps up onto the top rope and springboard moonsaults down onto Kaz below, that gets another massive “oh!” From the crowd who are now heavily into this action paced battle.
Hayabusa now stands, grabbing Kaz by the head and rolling him into the ring, following onto the ring apron and as Kaz stands leaps onto the top rope again down onto Kaz for the west coast pop into a cover for 1…2…NO!
Hayabusa seems frustrated a little as he stands, going to the stage side ring apron now and waiting for Kaz to stand before leaping up onto it again and again going for a hurricanrana like move but this time Kaz brings his hands up and catches him on his shoulders dropping down and countering it into a sit down powerbomb! For 1…2…NO! Hayabusa just kicks out.
Kaz is breathing heavily as he picks Hayabusa up by the head, bringing him to the ropes and looking down at the table. The crowd stand now in anticipation as he hooks him for Flux-Capacitor but at the last second Hayabusa is able to push him off, nailing his with two back spinning roundhouses and then jumping up onto his shoulders and sending him flying over the top rope to the outside threw the table with a hurricanrana. The crowd stands as out, reacting with shock and awe and then breaking out in chants of “Haya-busa!” Hockey claps “Haya-busa!” But the Dark Phoenix is not done, standing, running for the ropes, jumping up onto them and splashing down onto the Kaz on the floor onto the remains of the table!
The crowd as still cheering and reacting as the masked man stands, grabbing Kaz by the head and rolling him into the ring and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Kaz kicks out!
As Hayabusa falls back in pain and disbelief we cut to a shot of the Undertaker who is watching with a curious expression, raising his head and an eyebrow in observation.
Hayabusa stands gesturing and goading for Kaz to get up and when he manages to get to a straight position on his knees Hayabusa comes in and nails him with a hard kick to the ribs with a left, to the ribs with a right, shoulder left, shoulder right and then finally and hard kick with both legs to the side of the other man’s head but on the last one Kaz is able to catch him, stand, pull him in and hooks his head and leg, dropping back for a fisherman suplex into a bridge for 1…2…NO!
It’s now Kazarian’s turn to be frustrated, slamming to the mat and going to the outside, going under the ring and pulling himself out another table. But no he goes under again and gets another! Two tables now, one of which he slides into the ring. He follows it in, stands and begins setting it up in the centre of the ring. He now turns back towards Hayabusa, grabbing him but there is still fight in the champ nailing on Kaz with shots that sends him back onto the ring apron, following him out onto it. Kaz though now blocks the shots and nails on Hayabusa with a couple of his own and the grabbing him by the head, the crowd standing with anticipation again as he lifts him in the a suplex position and then spins, dropping him forwards and down with a front suplex from the apron through the table on the floor. Kaz falls back on the ropes breathing hard as the fans erupt in chants of “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
Kaz now steps down off the apron and grabs the lifeless Hayabusa, rolling him into the ring and covering him for 1…2…NO!!! Hayabusa just kicks out now! The crowd erupting in both shock and delight. Kaz however is just in a state of disbelief that turns into determined frustration as he heads to the outside and grabs the steel chair again, sliding into the ring and waiting for Hayabusa to rise before slamming the chair down hard across the back. He then drops it emphatically and reveals in Hayabusa’s pain before heading to the outside and once again going under the ring, smiling the direction of the table, then the crowd behind him and pulling out a ladder. He slides the ladder into the ring and sets it up as the crowd is not now daring to sit. As he finishes that he moves over and grabs the table pulling it closer and those who didn’t before have started to click. But as he turns back around there is Hayabusa who kicks him in the gut and drives him down with the spinning falcon arrow and hooks the leg for 1…2…NO!
Hayabusa now slams the mat and winches from the pain, holding his head and back as he stands and falls into the ropes in fatigue. He however then looks up and seems to peer right into the icy gaze of the phenom. Hayabusa nods as if the look gave him instructions and turns back around looking at the ladder and going to climb. But as he reaches it Kaz begins to sit up and rise. Hayabusa frantically runs over and grabs the steel chair and as Kaz gets to a seated position throws it and watches it bounce off of Kaz’s head, knocking him back down. Hayabusa wastes no time now, scooping the lifeless Kaz up and placing him on the table and then walks over and begins to climb the ladder. The crowds anticipations build audibly with every rung as he ascends and finally reaches the top, straightening and diving off with a Phoenix 450 Splash off the ladder onto Kaz through the table. After a few moments of recuperation, the crowd insane from the move he moves his arm over for 1…2…3!
There is a loud roar of approval from the crowd as the Dark Phoenix’s music begins to play.
“Ladies and Gentleman. Your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation X Division Champion! Hayabusa!”
The crowd rise as one giving both men, especially the retaining champ an standing ovation as he is handed the belt and hurt, weakened and tired he stumbles out of the ring and up the ramp but before heading to the back he moves over to his master and gives a salute and bow, the Undertaker slowly nodding back in approval and allowing Hayabusa to kiss his hand before he watches him head through the curtain.
Women’s Championship
*Play Women*
Undertaker still looks on as all the current women’s division is here. The Beautiful people are whispering to each other planning to work together here to cheat their way to the title, Kendra simply glares with narrow eyes at the fickle things. Hamada is looking ready to go but is mainly focused on Kendra, ready to strike when the bell rings.
*Play Bell*
The Beautiful people waste no time running across the ring and looking to take on Kendra from both sides. Rain and Sarita also run in all four of them looking to get the early advantage, grabbing Kendra and pushing her back towards the ropes when out of nowhere Kendra finds her strength and throws them back flying back across the ring. She then takes both Beautiful people down with a double closeline, clubs Rain in the back with a blow and then finishes up by taking Serena’s head off with a big boot. She then picks all four up one after another and one by one tossing them over the top rope eliminating them. Kendra slowly turns back around now to look at Hamada who is the only target left. Daffney is laughing hysterically at the sight; Taker looks on with satisfaction as Kendra narrows her eyes and steps forward to go for Hamada. Hamada waits no time, defiant as ever and runs forward slamming into Kendra and wrapping herself around the larger women’s body, hooking the arm and starting wear Kendra down. It only lasts for a few moments though as Kendra begins to stand, images of Wrestlemania in her mind as she falls back turning it into a modified Samoan drop but Hamada’ counters into a roll up, standing due to the no pinfall but has Kendra out of her game. Kendra stands and turns right into a dropkick, now Hamada hits the ropes and comes in knocking Kendra back with a shoulder tackle one, hitting the ropes and again and doing it twice, finally she hits the ropes again for the third time but this time is able to stumble Kendra back into the ropes behind her, following in and looking charging, pulling, pushing trying to get Kendra over. Kendra fights back with all she has, reaching down and grabbing Hamada by the throat, lifting her up and turning her back first into the ropes, now going to push Hamada over but Hamada gets in a good shot to save herself again, Kendra backing off a moment. Hamada waits only a second before charging forward but Kendra catches her and heaves her up in the gorilla press slam position. Kendra now walks forward with confidence going to toss her out when….bam! From behind Daffney hits Kendra with a dropkick, the momentum of the weight of Hamada falling forward and taking Kendra with her, both falling over the top rope and being eliminated.
Everyone stands in shock, including the Undertaker from his thrown as Daffney’s music plays and she jumps up and down like a school girl, being finally handed the belt and getting her hand raised.
“Your winner and NEW World Wrestling Federation Women’s Champion! Daffney!”
All are still in shock, none more than Kendra who stands and looks up with anger and rage towards her “ally.” Daffney’s smile disappears as Kendra grabs the ropes and begins to pull herself up into the ring, Daffney panicking and pleading innocence as Kendra approaches. Daffney says a lot of words, most of them saying that she did it for the Order and for a good reason and it was nothing personal, that she saw and opening and had to take it. All the while Kendra stares down at her, looking ready to kill her.
“Kendra!” Undertaker now speaks on a microphone, grabbing her attention “enough! The title is with the order and that is all that matters.”
Kendra looks at him for a moment before slowly nodding, turning and leaving the ring. Daffney follows pleading with her as they head up the aisle and follow their master to the back.
Anderson VS Macho Man
*Play Entrances*
-Anderson is still running his mouth trash talking as they move forward to square off in the centre of the ring.
*Play Ring Bell*
Randy then promptly reaches up and slaps Anderson right across his loud mouth. Savage then reels back and begins wailing away with back hand chops to the chest and then an elbow to the top of the head for good measure. Anderson stumbles back, dropping to one knee and reeling for the blows. Savage comes in looking to take advantage but as he reaches down Anderson is able to grabs a hand full of trunks, roll him up and put his feet on the ropes for 1…2…NO! Savage kicks out. Anderson come sin now grabbing Macho in a side headlock and making sure to be clearly out of the way of the referee gives and straight thumb to the eye. The crowd boos again on that one. No Anderson comes in, again applying the side headlock but Savage is able to push him off and shoot him towards the ropes catching him coming in for a good hip toss, waiting for him to stand and then going for another but this time Ken blocks it and delivers one of his own, following it up with an elbow to the chest and a quick cover for another 2. Anderson does not let up, catching Savage from behind as he rises in a rear chin lock. Savage struggles in it for a moment but is finally able to power onto his feet, delivering elbows to the gut and then catching Anderson and taking him down with a scoop slam. Savage stands feeling a full head of steam and heading to the ring apron and up to the top rope, waiting for Ken to stand before flying off and down with a double axe handle. The crowd pop loudly is Savage adjusts his tights and gives his signature taunt then heads to the top again and flies down for another double axe handle, this time however Anderson springs to life and nails Savage out the air with a dropkick and covering for 1…2…NO!
Anderson looks frustrated on that one, picking Savage up by the hair and throwing him chest first into the corner, catching him on the rebounding with a rear waist lock but Savage is able to counter it into one of his own and deliver an atomic drop. He then goes for a cover and gets 2. Randy picks Ken straight back up and goes for another atomic drop and hits it, but this time turns Ken around and takes him down with running double axe handle and covering for yet another 2.
Savage now grabs the arm and begins to twist it, jerking it and forcing Ken down in pain onto his knees. He then goes to turn it over, pulling Anderson in and locking in an abdominal stretch. Anderson struggles, yelling in pain in the hold as the referee gets in his face and asks if he wants to quit and it seems he’s close but shakes his head. Savage responds to this by rising up the point of his elbow and driving it into Anderson’s ribs, hearing him screaming out in pain more and more with each and loving it, obviously the words of the last few weeks going through his mind as he keeps the hold applied in tight. However with one last burst of energy Anderson is able to reverse it with a hip toss…but Savage gets hold of the arm, rolling through and over and locking in a Fujinami arm bar as the crowd applauds the counter and Randy himself. He keeps it applied, wrenching the arm like a mad man but Anderson is close and is able to reach over and grab the bottom rope which forces Savage to break the hold with defiance. Savage curses as the referee backs him away, pushing him aside and coming in…right into a low blow from Anderson. Savage drops to his knees in winching pain as finally the ref turns back towards them none the wiser.
After a few moments of recuperation Anderson stands nailing Savage with several straights stomps on the mat and then picking him up and dropping him down with gut buster and covering for 1…2…NO!
Ken does not seem fazed by that but does look in pain as he picks Macho up again drops him down with a rolling Green Bay Plunge for 1…2….NO!!! Savage just gets the shoulder up leaving the crowd to go wild and Anderson to fall back to the mat with anger and frustration now evident on his face.
He however now stands with determination that says “I’m going to get you, you soon of a bitch!” And heads up onto the top rope signaling for his old finisher the Kenton Bomb but from out of nowhere Randy is up and runs for the corner, jumping up and arm dragging him off the top rope to the mat below as the place goes wild.
The noise gets louder as finally Savage is back on his feet and grabs the rising Anderson, throwing him down to the mat with a scoop slam and then pointing to the top rope. Elizabeth is clapping as he heads out and to the top, rising up arms wide like and eagle and flying off with the elbow but at the last second Ken is able to roll out of the way leaving Savage to crash and burn elbow first, the smile disappearing fro Liz’s face and now turning to concern. After a few moments Anderson stumbles to his feet and turns around, the crowd and Elizabeth screaming at him to get up and get up he does but right into the hands of Anderson who drops him with the mic check for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd let out a sigh of disappointment and begin booing loudly as Anderson’s music plays and he is announced the winner. But as he gets his hand raised he moves over and grabs the mic from Finkle, the music dying as he winches through the pain and fatigue to speak.
“Oh yeah…I won! I won! And guess what y’all! If you don’t like it! Bite me! The age of the Slim Jim Macho King is dead! You are now living in era of Mr. Anderson!” he quiets almost to a whisper “Anderson.” His music then plays as with a broad obnoxiously smile he swaggers past Macho, symbolically stepping over him, and heads to the back to loud boos.
Intercontinental Championship
*Play Entrances*
Miz is escorted as expected by the entourage of an injured MVP, Sherri and James E Cornette. Liger is lead to the ring in a fashion that can on be the American Dream Dusty Rhodes.
Both men are warmed up and given last minute encouragement in their corner, loosening themselves up and then both stepping forward the referee calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
Mix steps forward with arms raised, trash talking and smiling to Liger who looks focused on him. “What? What?” Miz asks cockily. Liger then quickly responds exploding onto Miz with a front rolling wheel kick that takes his head off and down and stands, raising his arms out to the crowd who roar in response. Miz rises up, looking in Never Land as he shakes his head groggily and tries to stands, stumbles back down and Liger points at him, the crowd laughing but Miz is finally able to use the top rope to pull himself up to his feet. He shakes it off and turns looking at Liger with anger and nods “oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” He asks and then quickly runs in and gets caught and taken down with a deep arm drag. This time Miz bolts from the ring looking for a moment to recoup as now its Liger’s turn to mock and taunt the challenger. Miz is approached by all as he gets himself back in the game and then angrily grabs the ropes and pulls himself back into the ring, ready to go now.
“Not the best of starts for the challenger” Monsoon comments with a chuckle.
Miz now begins circling the ring, Liger following and circling parallel to him and urging Miz to come on. Both men launch forward going to lock up and again Liger takes the advantage, going behind and locking in a rear waist lock, Miz surprisingly though is able to reverse it into one of his own but Liger reverses that into an overhand wrist lock. Miz is taken over and down but again Miz surprises all, including Liger, by rolling through onto his feet, standing and reversing it into an arm lock of his own. He however does his with more…words trash talking loudly with a smile, confident despite evidence to the contrary that he has Liger where he wants him and very proud of his reversals.
“Yeah it was great Miz now keep on him you fool!” JR comments.
“Hey that’s the Miz JR” replies King “he’s no fool! He’s awesome!”
“Yeah…I saw the T-shirt” JR retorts.
Liger however now rolls forward in graceful style, doing it again in the other direction on his head this time onto his feet and jerks the arm sending Miz back over onto the mat. Miz ever defiant manages to get straight back onto his feet through and angrily got for Liger’s arm again, determined to out wrestle him but now Liger goes underneath and takes Miz back with a under hook suplex. Some of the crowd claps for Liger as he stands but he has no time, coming in and keeping it on the Miz. Both men lock up again, this time Miz not resisting, kneeing Liger hard cheaply in the gut and then grabs both hands and pushing Liger down back first to the mat. Liger arches his back as he head touches the mat then comes to life, bringing his legs up and scissoring the head, sending him flying over a head scissors. Miz falls forward into the ropes and Liger wastes no time, running the length of the ring and jumping over the top rope and dropping a leg drop to Miz’s head on the second rope on the apron. The capacity crowd erupt in shock and cheers for their champion for that innovative move. Replays are shown as Liger comes back into the ring and goes back on the attack but Miz is right there, perhaps after nearly losing his head, he nails Liger in the gut with elbows, stands and delivers fierce shots to the head then running for the ropes and coming in, Liger going for a closeline but he manages to duck underneath, grab Liger, spin him around, kick him in the gut and hook him for the sit out shoulder jawbreaker and covering for 2.
Miz picks Liger up by the arm working it and whips him into the ropes, taking him over and down with a back body drop then shooting him into the ropes again, this time Liger stops to momentum, turns and grabs Miz coming in with a head scissors and taking him over into the ropes again. Miz is again in the 619 like prone position as Liger again runs the length of the ring and goes for the springboard leg drop again but this time as he jumps down onto the apron Miz stands, Liger sees this and lands on his feet on the apron but is too late to react as Miz nails him with a dropkick that sends him flying hard into the crowd barrier below. Miz falls back to get a breath as Liger lies unmoving on the outside, the front row screaming at him to get out as the referees count proceeds. Miz takes another moment to taunt and then heads to the ropes to break the count, pushing the ref out the way and going for a baseball slide but Liger reacts manages to grab his legs and slide him out onto his feet on the floor and then takes his head off again with front rolling wheel kick on the outside. After a moment of ref counting Liger stands and the heads to the apron, waiting for Miz to stand and then running forward and down onto Miz with the rolling senton to the floor taking them both down as the crowd cheers loudly around them.
Finally after another few moments both men stand, Liger first and comes in grabbing Miz by the head and looking to roll him into the ring but Miz counters with hard shots to the head, Liger however is able to block that and nails him with a hard palm strike. Liger then rolls into the ring and out again to break the ref’s ten count.
“Now there’s your fool JR, idiot retains on a count out!” Lawler exclaims.
Liger comes looking to take advantage as he hooks the arm and head looking to go for a suplex but Miz brings his fist up and is able to stop it, then reverses it into a suplex of his own lifting Liger up, walking forward and dropping him torso first onto the crowd barrier. The crowd around and everywhere let out a collective groan as Liger hits the wall with sick impact, the sound of cracking can almost be heard. Miz breaths heavy as he moves away and again break the refs count before zoning in on Liger on the barrier and running forward nailing a high running knee to the side of the head with concussion like impact that sends Liger falling back into the front row, the people around him scattering as security push back. Several replays are shown of the two past moves as JR comments “Liger may have broken ribs, he may have a concussion for that knee. This is getting ugly!”
Miz does not intend to leave Liger however, he wants to win the belt and he grabs Liger by the head and throws him into the ring, following him in.
“Folks I hate to say it but it may just be a foregone conclusion here” Ross tells the listeners.
Miz knows it too and smiles, taunting Dusty as he picks Liger up and whips him into the corner, backing into the opposite one and running in nailing his signature corner closeline, staying sat on the ropes a Liger falls face first, looking out with a sick and cocky smile to Liger’s adoring public and loving every minute of it.
“Ladies and Gentleman this time last year at this very event these two had a match for what was then the Light Heavyweight Championship that was a great match but here and now this two are in the big time for one of the big belts and the certainly are bringing it” Monsoon tells us.
Miz now sets Liger up for the Mizard of Oz, running the ropes and coming it but at the last second Liger comes to life grabbing Miz and taking him over with a backslide for 1…2…NO! Miz manages to kick out and quickly gets to his feet, seeming enraged that Liger is still fighting begins hammering him into the mat with hard blows and kicks of fierce anger, spit flying from his mouth as he just beating the hell out of Liger for daring to fight back.
“Come on!” He yells with a wild wave of his hands, gesturing for Liger to get back up and then running for the ropes and hitting the running neckbreaker.
Miz stands, the rage going now as he now feels confident he has finished Liger off. He cockily swaggers towards him as in the background we can hear and see Dusty yelling at him to get up. And slowly but surely as Miz opens his mouth and grows wide eyed Liger begins to stir, push his hands into the mat and then begin to get up. Miz’s anger returns with full force, he yells as Liger to come on and then grabs him by the head, setting him up for the SCF but out of nowhere Liger reverses it, kick Miz in the gut and then grabs hooks him and drops him down with a fisherman buster for 1…2…NO! Miz kicks out!
Both men slump to the mat but soon enough Liger is using the ropes to pull himself up. The crowd are feeling it, cheering and yelling for Liger almost as loud as Dusty as ringside who yells “Liger bomb baby! Liger bomb time!”
Liger nods and pulls Miz in setting him up for the running powerbomb he owns but then Miz charges forward, grabbing Liger’s legs and pushing him back and colliding with the ref, sandwiching him into the corner. The crowd boos as they see the ref is down and feel the dread as the Company begins to organize and dispatch as ringside. Cornette now steps into the ring, setting up the tennis racket, spinning it around as Liger stands and turns towards it when…bam! From the side comes Dusty nails Cornette with a hard jab that makes him drop the racket and then continues to whale on the small man with his signature strikes, then reeling back and nails Cornette down with the Bionic elbow. The crowd has exploded, going nuts for Dusty. MVP now hits the ring, one armed as he may be and runs for Dusty and wham! Gets a Bionic elbow of his own. Dusty is feeling it dancing to the beat of the crowd who are loving every minuets of it. Sherri now comes in the ring with as steel chair, raising it up to go from behind on Dusty but at the last second its Liger who catches her from the side, grabs the chair and throws it to the mat. Dusty has now noticed her and turns with a smiles, both men surrounding Sherri who shrieks out and cry of terror and bolts from the ring leaving her high heels behind her.
Liger then turns back to the Miz as Dusty leaves the ring and kicks him in the gut, dropping him the Liger bomb for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd jump up and cheer as Liger gets the win. Finally he stands and Dusty comes in, handing him the belt with a broad smile. Liger takes it, reels back for a moment and then embraces his manager in a hug as the crowd roar. Finally both men turn and raise each other’s arms in the arm as Finkle announces it.
“Your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion; Jushin “Thunder” Liger!”
Liger now heads the top rope, celebrating with the fans and holding the belt up high as the company regroup in despair, pain and anger. Dusty is clapping as Liger holds up the belt and JR calls.
“Folks in a time of such darkness around here it is dam good to see a true hero in the ring, to see true friendship between these two men from very different worlds. Folks there is your champion and his name is Liger and I feel it has only just begun!”
Tag Team Championship
*Play Taker 2*
As the crowd gets set for the next match the Phenom retakes his throne among flames.
*Play Intros*
Edge and Christian watch with grinning, sadist stares from their corner of the ring to their four opponents who all look ready and determined. The Brood holds out their title belts to the referee without looking at him, keeping their eyes on their opponents as he takes them with caution, hands them to the time keeper and calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
As the bell rings the Brood recoil from the ring leaving Homicide and Alex Shelly to start things off here, both the rivals lock up however they continue to lock to the corner at which the two evil human beings lie in wait.
After a few moments to gather and warm themselves up the two launch forward and lock up in a collar elbow tie up, a quick break from that but then Homicide swings for a forward, Shelly able to block it and fire back with a shot of his own, followed by another that has already started to set a tone for this one. Shelly beats on him a few more times until hitting a standing dropkick, however Homicide counters swatting him out of the sky, grabbing him and turning it into a bow and arrow lock. Shelly writhes in the hold for a moment until is finally able to break the grip and drop down out of it, standing and coming at Hernandez, hitting a successful dropkick this time that sends Homicide flying back into the corner. Shelly runs up and follows it up with a monkey flip out of the corner then runs over and tags in Sabin. Sabin leaps straight to the top rope and vaults off and down with a springboard cross body for a quick 2 count. Sabin now runs for the ropes and run with a full head of steam into Homicide but the Latin grappler is waiting for him and catches him turning it into a spinning spine buster.
Homicide now gets up and shuffles over to his corner, tagging in Hernandez. Hernandez goes to work with a quick succession of three elbows and then picking Sabin up and throwing him to the rope, ducking down but Sabin counters rolling over his back onto his feet and as Hernandez rises and turns he brings up one leg, it gets caught then wham! With the ensurguri. Sabin then runs for the ropes again but from behind Edge grabs him and throws him to the mat, not only an offensive move but it counts as a tag. In comes Edge stomping away at the downed Hernandez and then goes over to the rising Shelly and gleefully tossing him over the top and out of the ring, turning back to Super-mex but Hernandez it there to meet him with a hard big boot. Hernandez now grabs Edge and pulls him up hitting a running power slam then picking him straight back up again and dragging him to the corner and tagging in Homicide again. Both men set up and hit a double suplex followed by a leg drop, big splash combo. Hernandez is warned by the ref and leaves with hands held up. Homicide now drags Edge and props him up in the corner, running the length of the ring to the other corner, targeting and then running dropping forward for a senton but at the last second Edge moves out the way leaving Homicide to crash back first and upside down into the turnbuckles. The crowd reacts to that as Edge darts across the ring now and tags in Christian who goes straight to the top rope and flies off on a standing Homicide with a diving dropkick and covering for 2. Christian picks him right back up and takes him down with a double under hook suplex followed by a leg drop and then a running diving forearm for another 2.
Christian is getting vicious now, his new dark side emerging with full force as he whales away on the downed Homicide with rights and lefts at a faster and more vicious pace with every moment. He then drags Homicide up and takes him down with a reverse DDT for 1…2…NO He now picks Homicide back up and throws him into his corner tagging in Edge and then both of the Brood commence double stomping the hell out of Homicide in the corner. Bruises are starting to show as Edge takes him and drops him with a reverse face buster, hooking the leg for 1…2…NO! Snapmare is followed by a reverse chin lock, the crowd now clapping trying to will Homicide back to life, finally he starts shaking with the rhythm of their stomps and claps, getting to his feet and giving a back elbow to the gut, getting out of it and kicking Edge in the gut, Irish whipping him into the ropes but its right in the path of Shelly who blind tags himself in, vaults onto the tope ropes and flies down onto Homicide with a corkscrew body press for 1…2…NO! Shelly does not let up, hitting a standing moonsault for another cover 1…2…NO! He runs over now and tags in Sabin who goes to the top turnbuckle, waits for Homicide to slowly rise again and then flying off with an over castle and covering for 1…2…NO! Sabin runs for the rope and bam! Nails the rising Homicide with a running dropkick and covering again for 1…2…NO! Sabin now scoops up the hurting Homicide and drags him to the corner, tagging in Shelly then dropping back with Homicide in a Mexican surfboard position, Shelly now on the top rope and flies off and down with a diving stomp right to the gut of Homicide in the stretch! Christian and Edge have now had enough knowing their titles are in trouble and hit the ring but the Machine guns cut them off at the pass with forearms and then a dropkick send Edge back, both then stand and nail the running in Christian with a double super kick, they then stand and turn to finish of Homicide but it’s too late he’s already moving and then leaps forward hot tagging Hernandez. Hernandez comes in like a house on fire with a shoulder tackle to Shelly, short arm closeline to Sabin. In comes Christian again and gets a running big boot that takes shim down hard. Hernandez cries out on fire and turning to grab the rising Shelly, setting him up and hitting the vertibreaker and covering for 1…2…NO! Edge is back and breaks it up picking Hernandez up but Hernandez fights back, Edge however manages to kick him in the gut and nail him with the Impaler DDT and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Sabin is back with a frogsplash from the top rope to break it up! He then scoops off the sandwiched Edge and covers him for 1…2…NO!!! Homicide is back and wham! Nails Sabin with the Cop Killa for 1…2…NO!!! Christian is back and drags him u, the two go at it until Christian is able to hook him, turn him and hit the Killswitch and cover for 1…2…3!
*Play Bell*
The crowd boos loudly as The Brood’s music hits.
“Ladies and Gentleman your winners and STILL The World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions the Brood!” Comes the announcement.
Christian helps Edge up and both rise, being handed there belts and getting there hands raised with them, a satisfied smile on their faces.
As they leave and exit up the aisle, the other two hard fighting teams can only look on as Edge and Christian kneel before the Phenom and he gives them his blessing for the win and then orders them to the back.
Interlude
We are now backstage with Mean Gene Okerlund.
“What a night already ladies and gentleman but oh boy it’s not over, my guest at this time; AJ Styles!”
AJ walks into shot to a loud pop from the live crowd.
“Mr. Styles you have a match next against the barbaric, the unpredictable, the deranged and the now harnessed Mankind. After what we have seen in previous weeks, including not only him defeating you but also what they have done to you and others recently. You have you worry about you health going into this one.”
“I do Gene. I do indeed worry for my wellbeing because I know I am getting in there tonight with one of the most deranged, psychotic mean ever in this business. Then take that and add in one huge X factor with the man he has sworn allegiance to and the army he helps charge. Yes, Mankind beat me but not only is it the desire, the desperate desire to beat him back that has me standing here today, but more importantly it’s to send a message to his master. Undertaker I am going to burn through all of your minions and cronies no matter how much or how long it takes, and then Deadman you will fight me. You will fight me whether in the ring or in the street but I will take all you cost me at Summerslam and beat it out of you until there is nothing left. Deadman I’m coming, Mick Foley, Mankind you are just a stepping stone on that journey!”
With that he passionately walks off screen as Okerlund turns back to us.
“Folks that is next, Gentleman back to you at ringside!”
AJ VS Mankind
*Play Intros*
AJ’s Entrance is interrupted as he is halfway down the aisle by Mankind cutting him off and going to hammer on him, AJ able to see him coming blocks and fires back with shots of his own, fighting him down the aisle towards the ring. He manages to beat him until Mankind is back first into the ring and then Mankind fights back, grabbing AJ with both hands around the head and throwing it hard back. AJ manages to get his footing though and runs right forward into Mankind who is quickly able to counter with a back body drop that sends AJ flying upside down back first into the ropes, but as Mankind turns AJ is able to use the ropes to handspring back and rap his legs around the head of Mankind, turning it into a head scissor takedown from the apron to the floor. As Mankind rolls over and stumbles up AJ darts for the ring but Mankind cuts him off, grabbing the legs and pulling AJ out, AJ again though is one step ahead and manages to kick Mankind away. Mankind stumbles up the aisle and then here comes AJ again, hammering into him with hard vengeance filled right hands, and back hand chops. He then spins for a discus punch but Mankind is able to block it and grabs him, throwing him with at full speed over the guard rail and into the crowd. AJ gets to his knees and begins to rise up but Mankind is coming over the guard wall after him into the people as they are scattered by security. Mankind whales away on AJ with forearm shots that knock him further back towards the bleachers and past them into the aisled exit way. Mankind now is able to grab Styles around the head and drive him face first with a sick splat into the lit up aisle way stairs. Mankind now comes in stalking his wounded prey but as he lifts AJ up Styles fights back nailing Mankind with right hands and a couple a hard knife edge chops. The two of them now fighting back into the crowd.
“Wow, this is isn’t a wrestling match folks. This is a fight and they are fighting all over the place.”
“Well we knew it would be like this, we had too” replies Lawler.
AJ’s comeback last only a few more shots before Mankind is able to cut him off and run forward for a running spinning neck break to the arena stairs, the people around them wincing at that one. Mankind now ducks down and begins screaming and screeching at AJ, in his ear in a taunting and deranged fashion. As Mankind stands AJ finally does start to stir but he is not home as he feels and stumbles, barely able to get even to a crawling potion, trying to regain his bearings. Finally AJ starts to crawl on all fours away from Mankind, Mankind following like a predator stalking a wounded prey. Finally AJ stands and Mankind runs forward, arm outstretched for a closeline but AJ moves out the way and Mankind’s arm crashes hard into the crowd stand, turning just as AJ has now grabbing a steel chair without folding it and ramming it headfirst into the head of Mankind. He then drops back sacrificing his own body to deliver a dropkick on the outside that sends Mankind flying into the arena wall. AJ moves away, holding his mouth in pain but knows he has to keep on the deranged one. Mankind comes back bough is caught hard in the side with a straight roundhouse kick, and another to the shoulder, another going for another but now Mankind catches him by the head and drives him back ramming the back of his head into the metal stairs handrail. Again AJ falls with the lights on but no one home, groggy and now we can see the back of his head is busted open from that one as he begins to crawl now up the steps, higher up the arena. Finally just ahead of Mankind who is still on ground level he is able to use the handrail to stand but from the side comes Mankind trying to grab him through the gaps but AJ fires back desperately with a hard kick or two to send Mankind stumbling back away. AJ is no fully up to the top in the balcony area. He then takes a few steps back, runs up and swan dives over the balcony rail down onto Mankind with a senton to the floor!
“Oh my God! He flew headfirst from the top of the balcony! Thank god he manages the full flip….Jesus!” JR shakes his head as replays of the dive is shown.
The crowd now erupts in “Holy shit!” chants for the second time in the night as both men lay out on the concrete floor among them. Finally AJ begins to stir and crawls, then kneel and then finally walks back towards the ring area, over the guard wall and into the ring. Mankind is now up and following him but as Mankind reaches ringside AJ runs up and over the top rope, down onto Mankind with the foseberry corkscrew planca.
Chants of “AJ! AJ! AJ!” Erupts as Styles stands and walks over now to the announce tables. He now grabs himself another steel chair and folds it up, bringing it around, aiming and slamming it into the back of the rising Mankind. He then rolls Mankind into the ring, leaps up onto the ring apron onto the top rope and flies off with a springboard frog splash into a cover for 1…2…NO! Mankind kicks out.
AJ stands now and heads to the top rope, but as he raises Mankind is back up, grabbing him and throwing him off the top rope to the mat below. Mankind then follows that up after a moments rest by grabbing Styles, placing him between his legs and driving him down with a pulling piledriver for 1….2…NO! AJ kicks out. Mankind gets to his knees now and begins hammering into AJ with right hands, he then leans his arm back signaling for the claw, reaching forward but AJ blocks it, holding it back and then bringing his leg up to kick Mankind in the back of the head and send him off of him. Styles now stand, holding his neck from the piledriver and grabbing Mankind by the head, running forward and jumping over the top rope to the floor sling-shooting Mankind’s head back off the top rope. He then runs into the ring for a cover and another 2.
AJ stands, runs for the ropes and comes in on the rising Mankind but bam! Boot the gut followed straight up with a double arm DDT and covering for 1…2…NO!!! AJ gets his shoulder up and place explodes.
“That’s the move that put AJ away a few weeks back on Raw!” Comments Ross “he’s motivated here to say the least.”
Mankind gets to his knees now squealing and shouting about it, reaching up and pulling up his hair and throwing it into the air. He then stands, circling the ring and then heading out of the ring, going under the apron and pulling out…a 2 by 4 rapped in barbed wire! The crowd let out a pop and stand with anticipation as Foley rolls into the ring and zero’s in the rising AJ, running forward and is he stands but at the last second AJ reverses it into a drop toe hold sending Mankind face first into barbed wire himself! When we next get a shot of Mankind we can see though the spaces in his mask that his is bleeding from at least four puncher wounds from the barbs. AJ stands now, out of breath and hurt but willing himself on, grabbing the 2 by 4 himself now, reeling back for a shot, waiting for Mankind to stand and then wham! Sends the barbed wire face first into Mankind again, the squeals of the deranged one sounding out as he is now pouring blood all down his face, mask and chest. AJ now grabs Mankind and pulls his head between his legs, holding out his arms and signaling for a Styles clash…
*BONG*
The lights cut out, when they come back out the crowd explode in boos as the entire Order of Darkness is in the ring. They run forward now, AJ doing his best to fight them off but is overwhelmed by the numbers and beaten down under the pile of humanity. The crowd are deflated some booing as now is invisible beneath the mass of the moving fists beating on him until…they come alive again as the MCMG hit the hit the ring and to the top ropes, flying off and down onto the Order, taking a few out and begin to hammer them back as the noise gets louder. But soon the numbers come back and then are too much as the Guns are beaten down as well, fist and stomps everywhere and are then thrown from the ring, attention back on the barely moving, bloody AJ.
*BONG*
The lights cut out again, and when they come up this time the Undertaker is no longer in his throne but standing in the ring. He slowly and methodically walks forward signaling for his followers to holds AJ’s lifeless body up. Edge and Gabriel do so, grabbing him up to his knees by his shoulders to face their master. Taker then comes forward and grabs him hard around the neck with a choke. Daffney now has a microphone and places it in front of the Phenom’s face.
“You insignificant pathetic little fool!” Taker sneers “did you think that by accepting a no DQ match with a member of me order you would be allowed to win! I care nothing for being fair, or ethics! I only care about crushing you like the insect you are no matter what it takes and now that you failed to simply lay down and allow us to walk over you, let Mankind walk over you, you will just suffer more! The more you resist me the more pain and suffering that will come to you and those you care for! Now I ask you with that in mind boy…join me, be in my Order and accept me as your personal savior, allow the purity of the evil to guide you!”
Daffney moves the mic over to AJ who opens his eyes barely now and looks up from beneath bruises, finally able to spit out “never!” To a cheer from the crowd.
Taker looks down at him first with anger and then a cold indifference “very well” he grips his neck tighter “then you deserve all of what you have coming. And you are going to have injuries that will not soon heal. And while you are laying in your emergency room bed AJ you make the wise choice to get out of my way, you will make the choice to leave this company and go elsewhere or I promise that next time I will do more than maim you!”
He stands letting him go and turns away, his back to Style and nods to his followers. Each of the them then rush forward and consume AJ beating the hell out of him as boos are deafening. Finally after minuets of a horrendous beating the Order is ordered from the ring, revealing the battered caucus that was AJ Styles in the centre of the ring. Mankind now moves in and covers him. Undertaker now barks at the referee to get in the ring and count. He reluctantly and fearfully does so, bending down and counting 1…2…3!
*Play ring bell*
The boos reign down, the referee looking ashamed to have made the call as Finkle quietly calls it.
“Ladies and Gentleman you winner; Mankind!”
Mankind rocks back and forth, the wounds for battle evident as he then rolls out of the ring and follows his master and brethren up the aisle way to the back as EMT’s arrive to scoop what remains of AJ from the mat.
Main Event
*Play Intros*
Both men are looking intently at each other. In the eyes of Danielson we can see burning hatred, burning jealously where as in the eyes of HBK we see disappointment that it has come to this.
They step forward, going nose to nose now as Danielson unhooks the title and hands it to the assigned referee Earl Hebner. He holds it up and then hands it to the time keeper as all the while the champion and challenger stare each other down. Now as Cornette leaves the ring there noses touch, backing off Danielson is trash talking, Shawn nodding and giving simple replies and then Hebner calls for the bell.
*Play Bell*
Both men recoil, taking a moment, keeping their eyes on each other and then launching forward and locking up. Bryan tries to get the advantage early on, pushing Shawn back towards the corner but HBK reverses that and struggles Danielson into the corer now. Danielson counter that and HBK is once again in the corner, back and forth it goes as both men try to keep their opponent in the corner to take advantage. Finally as both men struggle now, HBK in the corner Danielson takes the cheap way out, reaching up and pull Shawn’s hair and then hammering into him with a closed fist blow, followed by straight kick to the chest in the corner, and another, another good straight kick slapping the chest, then finally Shawn powers back countering into right hand shots of his own, then going to his knife edge chops to fight Bryan back to the centre of the ring but on the last one Bryan catches it and takes Shawn down, hooking him for the cross face but HBK is able to struggles out to his feet and both men have another stare down for a second before standing, shaking it off and going after each other again. And they go right back to the strikes, a chop from HBK is answered by a kick from Danielson, chop, kick, chop, kick, chop, kick back and forth they go to “boo!” “yeah” s from the capacity crowd. Danielson then takes advantages again, grabbing Michaels by the head and taking him over with a side headlock takedown, as they hit the mat though Shawn is able to reverse it into a head scissors taking Danielson over until he gets to his feet and rolls forward turning it into a back press, HBK reaches up and powering to his feet with a yell of strain keeping the waist lock and then turning Bryan over, hooking the arms and going to bring him down to the mat, Bryan though is able to turn that, turn HBK around and smash him in gut with a high knee. Danielson then looks to take advantage, scooping HBK up for a scoop slam but HBK is able to drop back onto his feet and again wallop Danielson with a hard knife edge chop, then another and grabs the arm, backing Danielson into the ropes and shooting him off of them across the ring, ducking down for a back body drop but Danielson sees this, runs in and nails HBK with a running head scissor takedown, grabbing the arm on the way down and turning it into an Fujinami arm bar and locking it into until Finally HBK to roll forward onto his feet and break it. Danielson is right there to meet him through with the running high knee strike to the head. Bryan then lifts Shawn up by the head and backs him into the corner, running into him with a shoulder driving him into the post three time then taking him over with a snapmare followed by a dropkick to the back of his rising head. Danielson seems to have it all going his way as he grabs the arm now and backs HBK into the corner, Irish him into the opposite corner and catching him on the rebound with a dropkick.
Bryan now smiles as he picks Shawn up but that smile turns to a vicious scowl as he nails HBK with a head but that takes him back down to the mat. He then picks Shawn up again and whips him off the ropes into the opposite ropes bringing up and kick but HBK counters catching it and turning it into a dragon screw, HBK keeping hold of the leg and then setting him up for the figure four leg lock, dropping back and locking it in. Bryan screams up, trying to reach for the rope and does but Hebner can only tell him it’s for naught under these rules. Danielson cries out bloody murder but his attention goes back to the pain as he screams and writhes in the time tested maneuver. Cornette is now pleading with the referee, arguing but all Earl can do is shake his head an tell Cornette to stay back out of the match.
“How about if you can’t stand for the ten huh?” Shawn yells in Bryan’s face as he pulls on the hold.
Bryan can only writhe and try to fight the pain, bringing his hand up to bite it to stop himself from feeling it, Shawn intend on breaking the leg or maybe even pulling the dam thing off. After what of been minuets he finally breaks and back off, telling the referee to count.
“1…2…3…” The count begins.
Danielson stumbles up to one knee trying to stand and then crumbling back down from the hurt leg, moving over to the ropes and grabbing it, pulling himself up to his feet then out of nowhere comes Shawn with a dropkick to the injured leg, taking the wheel out from under the champion and sending him back down. HBK again calls for the count as Danielson holds his knee and rolls around to his belly on the mat.
“1…2…3…4” Danielson is once again defiantly able to get to the ropes and pull himself up to break the count. Shawn now runs into toward him looking to take advantage of the man on the ropes but at the last second Danielson ducks down and lets HBK flies over the top rope to the floor below. Danielson takes a moment of break in the ring, holding his leg and trying to get some feeling back into it and HBK writhes on the mats by the announce table. Finally after a few moments Bryan comes out of the ring and goes over to the Spanish announce table, grabbing the covering and monitors and throwing them aside, then moving over to the English announce table and doing the same. HBK is now back up but Danielson grabs him and promptly hip tosses him back first into the steel ring steps. He then grabs HBK and throws him onto the table, hammering on him with right hands to keep him there. He then joins him on the table, grabs him and sets him up in a regal-plex, HBK drops back onto his feet able to reverse it then hammers onto Bryan who is teetering on the edge of the tale before the Spanish one, HBK keeps hammering away trying to make him fall back he then takes a big run up and run right into Danielson who is able to grab him in the powerbomb position, lifting him up, turn and drive him through the Spanish announce table with a powerbomb. The crowd reacting, some with boos in support of HBK as Danielson drops to his knees and drops down from the table now. He then gets to his feet and calls for the referee to count, going back into the ring on orders. Hebner then turns and begins to count. It looks bleak for the challenger.
“1….2….3….4….5…” At 5 HBK grabs the table and begins to use it to crawl up, trying to stand but slithering like a snake over the remains of the table “6….7….” At 7 HBK somehow is able to stumble to his feet but seeing this as soon as he does Danielson is there to meet him with a running knee taking him back to table wreckage. He then picks Shawn up and throws him into the ring, the mounting him and hammering away with right and lefts to the head and then dropping back to let the referee count again.
“1…2…3…4...” HBK begins to stir again Bryan now yelling “stay down you old bastard!” But Shawn is trying to get to his feet “5…6….” Shawn again is able to just get onto his feet but into comes the vicious and determined Bryan again nailing HBK with kick and knees to the torso, chest and head, finally backing into the ropes and rebounding with a running big boot that sends Michaels back down emphatically. Bryan backs off into the corner and again orders the count.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…” Shawn now crawls over and using the ropes to pull himself up now turning and begging an angry, gob smacked Danielson for more. Danielson comes in with raging anger and begins hammering into HBK again with fists and then following up with a back suplex, standing and one again telling Hebner to count.
“1…2…3..4…5…6…7…” Shawn now again uses the ropes to pull himself up as Danielson frustrated and angry yells for HBK to stay down. Shawn now turns; stumbling as he may and battered as he may he slowly brings his hands up and turns them into two middle finger salutes. Danielson grows wide eyed looking at this, the crowd roaring approval. Danielson now comes in with rage in his eyes and hammers into HBK again but this time HBK blocks him and hammers back with a shot of his own, and another, and another fighting Bryan back across the ring with the comeback as the crowd stand and cheer in approval getting louder with each punch, then he hits the ropes and comes in right into a capture power slam that takes the air right out of the arena, HBK hitting hard to the mat. Bryan backs off again ordering the count but only gets a 5 as Shawn manages again to struggle to his feet, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Now Danielson takes him down with a running knee but knowing it won’t keep him down now head to outside and gets himself his championship belt, sliding it into the ring and waiting for HBK to stand and then running forward with it but at the last second Shawn stomps him in the torso and takes the belt from his hands and bam! Smashes the title belt over Danielson’s head to a momentous pop from the approving public. HBK then collapses into the corner to prop himself up as Hebner begins the count.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…” Danielson struggles but is able to make it to his feet, Shawn launching forward and smashing into him with the running forearm. But it seemed the last moment of energy HBK had left as he too crumbles to the mat. The ref bending down and beginning to count both men.
“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…” At 7 HBK reels back and summons all he has to nip up to the loud pop. The crowd standing and cheering s HBK comes in the rising Danielson and hammers into him with a shot, another, and another and another until finally Bryan goes down from the strong comeback.