Post by Valdora on Jan 15, 2011 23:39:45 GMT
No Way Our Build Up Week 1
Sunday Night Heat
Harlem Heat defeats No Limit
The Miz & MVP w/ Chelsea & Sherri Defeat The Steiner Brothers
Dolph Ziggler defeats The British Bulldog
RAW
We fade straight from the signature to the ring. The crowd abuzz and then the light go out, thunder crackles and the music hits.
*Play Undertaker Out*
Undertaker storms out with the Dominion behind him. They all follow him as he gets right into the ring. No theatrics, no eye rolling and no light rising. He orders the light up and his music cut as he paces before his nervous army in the ring. He is pissed. The anger on his face is evident, so much so he can barely speak but finally snatches the microphone from Daffney and lifts it to his mouth.
“Last night was a travesty” the crowd cheer “last night was just the type of chaos I took over the company to stop. Let’s start at the beginning and work our way up…”
“Wait” JR asks as the camera shows another man behind him with the IC title “is that…Kishin Liger? What the hell is going on here?”
“Last night Kendra won…that’s good. No chaos, just order. But then it began. This man behind me didn’t show up and so things were shaken, heads were elsewhere and the Machine Guns took advantage of that. But Liger…Liger appeared to show up in the Royal Rumble as his old self and was punished for it…badly. But why this man here, Kishin Liger, does have bruises it is not from us. You see when all was said and done last night Kishin was found beaten up and locked in his hotel room. So…for anyone who was so happy to see Jushin Liger again you were cheated and lied too and it is easy to see by who. It is obvious that the resistance camp attacked Kishin and put a fake Liger in the Royal Rumble. And for anyone who disbelieves me or his story then watch the tape. A mask is an easy way to do it and he did not do one of Liger’s move set last night. Watch the tape. But…” he narrows his eyes in Kishin’s direction “just encase it is me who is being played for a fool. Hayabusa you will mind Liger, watch his everyone move and make sure where he loyalties lie. On to the Royal Rumble. Check the stats, my Dominion and more so my right hand Mankind eliminated everyone there was to beat Angle, Bryan, even the fake Liger. But neither Shawn Michaels nor Chris Jericho registered until last notice to be that match and as such I knew nothing about it. Jericho took advantage of a beaten up and surprised Mankind, nothing more. And Michaels…Michaels I offered you a place here if you came back. But remember I can fire you at any time little man for breach of contract. But I won’t…you cheap shoted my men, you took them of guard, you even used a chair to help you but I won’t take that win away from you. You won the Royal Rumble and I can’t do anything about that…yet. But you better be ready for who you will be facing at Wrestlemania and hope you win, because afterwards there are going to changes to that contract of yours…permanent changes. And speaking of cheap shots, fake champions and taking things away I would like to invite AJ Styles out here. And I want Earl Hebner and Howard Finkle to come into the ring as well.”
Finkle and Hebner and on the outside and look up in fear, swallowing hard.
“Now!” He growls at them and then turns back to the ramp “that goes for you to Styles. And bring my belt with you.”
*Play AJ*
“Nice belt” he smirks in and evil mocking manner as AJ walks up to him with confidence, the belt around his waist.
“First let me address the man who illegally gained access to the ringside era due to his friends and contacts under my employee. Let me let you all know that the security and official who let him in and gave him that camera is fired, the camera man he took the uniform and equipment form is fired and Bret himself is still sitting in a jail cell in Jersey about to do some hard time for his criminal actions. Now Hebner you counted the three count that supposedly gave this man the championship. Now clearly you saw the camera in the ring and new I was on top when you were taken out, further more you were totally out of position which I why you went down in the first, and by my interpretations of the rules you should have DQ’d us for striking you. But instead you counted three, correct?”
“I didn’t see” he speaks as Taker moves the mic to his face but then takes it back quickly.
“Correct?”
“Yes” he nods with a sigh.
“I see. Now should another ref have been called to verify that decision? Should you have watched footage before calling for that bell? After all anything could have happened by the slept” Taker now in uncomfortably moves closer and places his arm on Earl’s shoulder “yes?”
“Yes…but I never have done so…”
“Yes…you said yes. Never done so huh? Why not? You are our senior referee and if you can’t follow the rules then who will huh Earl?” Taker moves in to intimate the poor guy some more, clenching his teeth “but we will deal with that in a moment… Finkle.”
He moves over to Howard “I believe you called AJ the new champion, you had the bell rung and called that correct?”
“Yes.”
“But you saw what happened and still said that.”
“I also saw what happened when Kishin entered the ring at Survivor Series and still called it no matter my personal feelings” Howard says the crowd roar in response for the announcer.
“I see..but personal feeling is what this is about isn’t it gentleman. You both called it because you hate me didn’t you? You both ignored the rules, logic and your own eyes and brains because you loved calling that boy your champion and love that I was beat. Isn’t that right?” They are both shaking their heads frantically as he looks between them “you hate my order? You hate me as the owner? You hate me! Howard you called my name better than anyone and called it when I won my first title, Earl you referred most of my classic matches against many…but now just like everyone else you have forsaken me. Well now you must pay. Earl you are no longer the senior referee, Ciaoda will take it until you prove yourself worthy of that title. And Finkle…I wonder how much you can call with a crushed throat!”
He goes in on Finkle and the crowd boo, jeer and yell at them when AJ now has the mic and guts him off.
“No! Hey! Hey!” Taker turns around to looks at him “pick on someone who can fight back you coward!”
“What?”
“Yeah…you heard me! You nothing but a 7 foot, make up wearing yellow bully!” The crowd pop for Styles as Taker looks at him in rage.
“Ok then…on to you Styles because I was leaving you for last. It was cleared by the board this morning you see. Because of interference from a man who isn’t even employed, and outside party if you will. AJ you are not the WWF Champion, as the record now shows you never were the Champion and I assure you that you never will be. You are not stripped of the belt because the records say you never had it. To achieve that dream of you are going to have earn it! And I will make sure you never do that…now give me that title belt! Earl! Earn your pay and respect and get it off him.”
“It confirmed” JR says solemnly “AJ’s title win had been struck from the records due to outside interference. Since when have we done that? It happens all the time!” “Yeah but he was fired JR! Justice is served!” Cornette rants back.
AJ holds his head low as Hebner comes over, at first he resists but then slumps back and lets him take it. Hebner sighs and hands Undertaker the belt.
“Fine” he finally the lifts the mic up “give me a rematch and I promise this time I will beat you fair and square!”
“Well that can’t happen AJ” Taker smiles as the crowd boos heavily “because see. I’m not the champion.”
“What?!” JR asks in disbelief as the crowd and AJ ask the same thing, even the Dominion look confused.
“See…I am not an unreasonable man. You didn’t win this title but I was pinned for it. Therefore you are not the champion, but neither am I. Seems we have a vacant and disputed belt. What to do? Well I will tell you. Both you, I and 14 other deserving men will be entered into a championship tournament that will begin its first round tonight. The semi and main finals being at No Way Out and the winner will face the winner of the Rumble Shawn Michaels for to decide the undisputed champion at Wrestlemania” the crowd cheer in approval as AJ raises his eyes and nods “now that is more than fair is it not?”
“Yes…it is” Styles admits “but you are still an evil Tyrant and I will take you down, we will take you down. I will beat everyone you give me and then if you make it that far I will beat you come No Way Out. Lets see if you have it then Deadman. I seem to remember winning the last tournament around here KOTR to get my first shot at Summerslam, its kinda fitting that I will win another to get the main event shot at Wrestlemania. See you there Taker.”
With that AJ leaves the ring as Taker and the Dominion stare at him and we fade to break.
Then in our opening contest the Motor City Machine Guns convincingly defeat the New Age Outlaws. Afterwards as they celebrate Gene Okerlund enters the ring.
“Gentleman…Gentleman if I can get a moment of your time” he ushered them over to him, the belts on their shoulders, breathing hard and smiles on their faces towards the adoring crowd “Chris Sabin, Alex Shelly. Impressive win last night regaining the Tag Team Championships. What’s next?”
“Well the way we see it” Shelly begins “we have looked over the rankings and the official number one contenders is a tie between LAX and the Brood. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. These are two teams we have been to hell and back with over the last year but in the end the guns always brought the gold back to Detroit!”
“Yeah…so I am sure that we will be put in some sort of triple tag match again but we don’t care. We will defend these belts anywhere, anytime against anyone. And this time the shadowy devil may cry rejects won’t be able to take them from us unfairly” he holds his belt up “you see now we have friends, organized friends with an organized leader. And we as one are not going to take Undertaker’s crap anymore. Last night was a night of light and a night of rebirth. The end is neigh for the Undertaker’s WWF because from now on if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us! Oh and LAX you bank robbing thugs! You want some more of us? Well we are right here? Come and get it! We will show you once again what these little white boys can do!”
With that they break away and hold up their belts the crowd to loud cheers.
“Ladies and Gentleman. The Motor City Machine Guns” says Okerlund.
As he says that we transition to watching this on a screen, the camera pulls back from the screen and pans around to the Undertaker’s office. The Undertaker sitting watching with cupped hands and his two hands and advisors Mankind and Daffney standing in front of the desk. As it ends they both turn to him.
“We have to end this before it starts” Daffney says.
“Michaels has obviously become their figure head, Bret Hart their martyr. We should just fire anyone we suspect is in this resistance now!” Mankind tells Taker.
Undertaker un-cups his hands with a sigh and speaks.
“No.”
“But an organized resistance is not what we faced…”
“No!” He slams the desk “Mankind you are a good general, Daffney a good aid but you are in no way obviously businessmen. I still run this company and my fiancées that help us do what we do are connected to how well this company does. If we fire all of their favorites, the winner of the rumble even. We will lose all our ratings and business. No…that’s not an opinion” he stands and starts walking with his hands behind his back “no we will deal with this as we have dealt with every other obstacle in our way. We run over it! And it starts tonight with this tournament. Are the brackets as I ordered them?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then” he sits now “we have nothing to worry about. Go make sure Hayabusa is ready.”
We then get through the door shot of Hayabusa sitting next to Liger in the locker room and chatting. Translations appearing in subtitles below, being told this was taped minuets ago.
“So I am your minder now?” Hayabusa asks.
“I don’t like it” Liger replies “I am no traitor!”
“We will see won’t we…I mean those bruises sure are in places where I hit that “fake” Liger last night.”
Kishin just narrows his eyes at him “I was locked in my hotel room! Ambushed!”
“Yeah…I heard the story. Come on, let’s get ready. My match is next.”
The crowd are buzzing as we cut back to the announce table.
“Well…I am just looking over the brackets of this tournament now and god dam I see what they were saying” JR says.
“What?” Cornette frowns.
“Look! He has set it up so that every major threat, if everything goes their way will meet a Dominion member at one point unless they all lose! And what did they all do to earn a place in this very important tournament anyway?”
“Loyalty! And the way I see it, it’s how it should be. The winner will have had to fight threw at least two Dominion members to win, if not three or four. So for any of them who want to fight them all, through them all, it is a perfect set up!”
“Well…yeah. Be that as it may let’s get going with the first tournament math.”
And the first match of the first round of the Wrestlemania WWF title tournament is Kurt Angle against The Darkside of Hayabusa. These two have a quick paced, amazing wrestling match with high flying from Hayabusa being countered perfectly by Angle’s technical skill. However on several occasions as Angle takes the lead and looks to end it, Kishin proves his loyalty further by interfering. Angle look down angrily at him on the final time but from behind comes Hayabusa, rolling him up and almost getting the 3! Kishin looks on intently as the action continues in Hayabusa’s favor now when…
*Play Jushin*
Jushin “Thunder” Liger walks out on stage. Showing a limp from last night’s beating.
“Oh my…well…I think that answered that question for the Dominion. It wasn’t Kishin last night, but so many more questions have now been raised. Who is this Liger then? Who is the real Liger? I means it obviously Kishin…isn’t it? At least we saw that at….but…what the hell?” JR is confused as hell over this.
But none more than Kishin who looks up with a frown and face on confusion. He then takes off running up the ramp after Jushin Liger as he backs into the curtain and goes back behind the stage. Kishin runs up the ramp, chasing after him.
In the ring Hayabusa is also watching this with confusion when from behind comes Angle, dropping him with the Angle Slam for the 1…2…3
The next first round match the returning Chris Jericho, getting a monster reaction, taking on Ken Shamrock. Jericho fights hard and eventually gets the win with the lionsault.
Next its Brood and Dominion member Edge in the first round match as he fights a defiant KENTA. KENTA almost gets the win several times but Edge nails the spear for the win in the end.
Then Trish Stratus takes on and defeats Angelina Love with Velvet Sky in her corner. After the match she points to the camera and signals the belt around her waist.
The commentators review the brackets and it’s on the last first round match for the week in our main event as Samoa Joe represents the Dominion in taking on AJ Styles. Joe takes advantage of a wounded AJ, but is also a monster himself, throwing and kicking AJ around the ring like a rag doll. But for the finish Joe makes a mistake and eats exposed ring post, followed by a Pele kick from the top rope and a Styles Clash for 1…2…3!
As AJ celebrates with the crowd who are roaring in approval big time, the lights begin the flicker and thunder crackles. When it final dies AJ, looks around frowning but then shrugs and continues to celebrate.
As he does JR tells us that next week will be the second half of the first round where MR. Anderson will take on Mankind, The Miz will take on Christian, Bryan Danielson will face Kishin Liger and Randy “Macho Man” Savage will take on the owner, the Phenom, the Undertaker himself.
When we are done with the announcement and views of the brackets we cut back to AJ as he heads up the ramp, slapping hands with his jubilant fans. Then…
*Play HBK*
AJ stops and looks up with a frown as HBK Shawn Michaels, the winner of the Royal Rumble appears on the entrance ramp. The two have a stare down up the ramp, Shawn frowning with his hands on his hips and then turns and heads to the back again. Close up on AJ’s face as he looks on when the show fades to black.
No Way Out 2011 Build Up Week 2
Heat
Amazing Red defeated The Dynamite Kid
Harlem Heat & No Limit Defeated The New Age Outlaws & The Steiner Brothers
Raw
*Play Opening*
“Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to Monday Night Raw. Before we begin we have an announcement” JR sighs at the announce table as we cut to him “last night…or early this morning to be precise, both of the Motor City Machine Guns were out in town in New York city, we all arrived yesterday you see, when they were viciously and brutality attacked. Now police simply found the results and we have no leads as yet…but I think we can all tell who did it. However we want to assure you that they are recovering in hospital as we speak and will be fine, they should return to action within the next couple of weeks. But again, we all know who did this!”
“That is jumping to conclusions!” Cornette retorts.
“You’re kidding right? The Dominion obviously weren’t happy with their words last week, the Brood are the co number one contenders. Of course it was them!” JR snaps.
“Well all I am saying is keep your mind open.”
“Whatever” JR rolls his eyes “we will have more on that later. But first of course let’s get started here with the first of the last set of first round matches in the Wrestlemania title tournament.”
And indeed our opening contest is Miz against Christian.
*Play Miz*
Miz comes out and gets on the microphone.
“I know that all of you peons enjoyed it when I stumbled at the Royal Rumble. But I lasted a long time and at least I was still in the Rumble! Which is more than you can all say! See this is just a set back because tonight I will beat my opponent and then I will go on to win this tournament and STILL as I promise Main event Wrestlemania! The boss has given me a second chance and I won’t let him down! Am the future Wrestlemania headliner that will draw twice and again the audience what World Cruiser Heavyweight Champion Evan Bourne will! And Ten million times more than worthless Vs each other…I mean really? Really? Because I’m the Miz and I’m Awesome!”
Christian is booed more than normal, the crowd obviously having got the news. He shrugs it off with contempt and then gets the win over Miz when he reverses the SCF into the Killswitch for the pin to advance. He then gets himself a microphone.
“Look…I have a message from the Brood and the Dominion. We did not attack the Guns! Cause if it had of been us…we would have done it right and made sure we put them out for more than a few weeks!” Loud boos “see you then boys! Heal up!”
We now cut to a camera backstage with is sneaking around and has managed to catch half of the locker room in a apparent resistance meeting, the camera is looking through the door as Shawn Michaels stands in front of the group.
“Right, thanks for coming. I think getting all together like this will let us all know where everything stands right now” HBK tells him.
“What about Sabin and Shelly?” Asks Amazing Red.
“I have been to see them today. They are doing ok. And I can assure you we will get those bastards back for this! And more so for their lies! We didn’t count on being assaulted outside of work. This is ballsy, even for them. I didn’t think Taker had become a real world criminal too.”
“So what do we do now?” Asks Owen Hart.
“We go pay the boss a visit!” Kurt Angle slams his fist into his palm “and kick the hell out of anything on the way.”
“No!” Shawn cuts him off “that will only make things worse. This tournament is fair for his standards lately and it’s a chance we can’t pass up. The way I see it what we need to do is make sure one of us wins it. As good as beating that evil sob’s ass at Mania and ending his streak sounds…I would rather face a worthy contender in a proper classic wrestling main event.”
“Whoa!” Bryan pushes off the wall “I don’t want to win this thing without earning it. This is Wrestlemania for God’s sake. Look what you did to get there.”
“Agreed” Angle nods.
“I didn’t mean interfere. I just meant do the best we can and stand by encase they aren’t as noble. At least we know they won’t interfere in their Master’s matches” he gives a lop sides grin as he looks down “he has two much ego for that.”
“And he’s right to…he’s the damn Undertaker!” Owen replies.
“Oh don’t you worry yourself about that little Hart” Savage cuts in “I will make sure he don’t make it far in this thing tonight!”
HBK nods his way with a smile.
“And what about Liger?” Jericho asks now, leading everyone to look his way “who’s side is he on? And who’s the real McCoy?
“I can’t talk about that” HBK replies shaking his head “we don’t know who might be listening.”
“Fair enough…in that case I will call you later” Jericho responds.
“Yeah…well that’s it everyone. Thanks.”
As everyone parts around the room, some heading for the other doors and lockers, HBK is left looking across the room. The camera pans around to see AJ Styles standing at the back of the room with his arms folded. Finally he sighs and walks forward as HBK gives him a steely glance.
“Shawn I…” AJ starts.
“AJ look!” Shawn lets out a breath “we have to work together, I get that. I know you had your reasons. But once you betray my trust it is very hard to earn it again.”
“Shawn listen…”
“I walked out on this Company when it needed me! And I did it because your distrust caused everyone here to question me; my fans even wondered if you were right! And all the while you defended Liger! I am back…but that doesn’t mean I have forgot what forced me away in the first place. Excuse me.”
With that Shawn walks away towards the door we are seeing threw, AJ lowering his head in the background. As Michaels reaches the doors the camera man lowers the camera and walks on.
Next it’s the next first round tournament match as Mankind takes on Ken Anderson. Anderson is cocky at first, determined when he is beaten upon but in the end Mankind gets the win with the mandible claw.
We now cut to The Brood in the interview area with Gene Okerlund. The interview is set to start but apparently has already begun; as we join them Edge is grabbing Okerlund by the shirt and yelling at him.
“..What don’t you understand about we didn’t do it? My Brother said that earlier, we both just said it! We don’t need those questions answered again do we” he smacks the notes out of Gene’s hand “honestly?” Edge turns to Christian “were did the last owner find this guy?”
Okerlund straightens himself and tries to collect himself, then notices the camera light on.
“Ah…hello Ladies and Gentleman! I am as you can see hear with…”
Edge grabs the microphone, pulling it out of Gene’s hand, he then turns Okerlund around and boots him away out of shot.
“I am only gonna say this once more and once more only on behalf of myself, Christian and the office. We did not attack Shelly and Sabin! We do not hang out at the cheap bars they go to find cheap whores at! We do not know where they would be! Get it! Got it? Good!”
With that Edge storms out of shot, Christian following with a smile as the camera fades back to the arena.
Then it’s the next Tournament match and a damn near Main event before the Main Event as Kishin Liger takes on Bryan Danielson.
During the match the commentators speculate on the other Liger we saw last week dressed at Jushin.
“It’s obviously a fake…look at Taker’s evidence…” Cornette replies.
“Forgive me if I don’t take Undertaker at his word these days. Frankly I’m surprised the results of this Tournament haven’t been messed with yet.”
“Look…you saw Kishin at Wrestlemania who we all knew was Liger at the time” Cornette replies.
“Yes, but Makeup can sure make a guy look like another. Remember NWO Sting? The Liger that turned on the WWF may not be Liger at all!” JR snaps back.
“Then where did he get the IC title from?”
“The fans can buy replicas, so can the Superstars.”
“Where has the “real” Liger been all this time then? In a coma?”
“I don’t know Jim. But we may find out sooner than later.”
The match itself is the technical marvel you might imagine, combined with the viciousness of Kishin. Kishin looks to have it with a Liger Bomb but Bryan kicks out. Bryan then shocks everyone as Liger ascends the top rope, dropping him off it with a super back suplex for the 1…2…3!
After Bryan gets his hand raised and celebrates with the fans we are left in the right with the rising, annoyed Liger as the music dies. He slams the mat and slowly pulls himself up.
*Play Jushin*
Again the other Liger appears on the ramp, dressed again in Liger’s main Red and White colours. Kishin lets out a cry of rage and bolts from the ring, running up the aisle after him but he is again gone he can reach him.
“Folks. We need some answers and I think from what we saw earlier Shawn Michaels knows something” JR says as we head to break.
Next it’s a match with implications from the Rumble Match as Wade Barret teams with Ken Shamrock to take on a defeat the classic team of the British Bulldog & Owen Hart. After the match Barret beats the hell out of his own partner, nailing him with a short arm closeline and beating him into the mat.
“Well…” JR breaths out as Wade leaves the ring to loud boos and walks up the ramp “I guess Shamrock isn’t the partner he is looking to form his Nexus with.”
*Play LAX*
We return to reactions of confusion from the crowd and commentator’s more so as LAX come out.
“Well…I wasn’t expecting this. LAX are not scheduled to come out now” JR says in confusion.
Hernandez and Homicide strut their stuff; shuffling to their music they enter the ring. Hernandez walked out and grabs the house mic from out of Howard Finkle’s hand as he stands on confused and protesting.
“Everyone listen up!” Hernandez calls out to a mixed reaction, mostly boos after who they sided with a few months back. He hands the mic to Homicide.
“All show, hell all day all we have been hearing is concern and whisperings over what happened to those little white boys Shelly and Sabin. Everyone wants to know who done it? Well let us tell you now exactly who did it! Us!” The crowd reigns down thunderous boos.
“What? Damn it!” JR reacts.
“And if you don’t believe us. We have a home movie we made to show you. Roll the tape truck boys!” Hernandez points over to the Tron.
We are then shown footage of LAX as they stalk The Guns on a busy New York street. They follow them until they go down a quiet alley, whispering to each other. As they enter the alley to suddenly Hernandez yells “Now!” With that they jump them, the camera obviously being held by someone else. The Guns barely have time to react, the women they are with scream loudly and cry bloody murder as they try to stay back, Sabin and Shelly are beaten down into the ground with hard kicks and punches, all the while LAX screaming at them, taunting them as they kick the crap out of them. Hernandez then grabs a trash can, empties it and throws it down on Shelly. Homicide grabbing Sabin’s head and smashing it into a brick wall. With that they stop standing over them as the women shake in terror with their hands over their mouths. One now yelling or help.
“Hey! Keep it shut bitch!” Homicide yells at her, stopping her for now.
“See that’s what happens when you mess with the badest of the bad…you don’t want to mess with us Gringos!” Hernandez rants as they back away.
“Yeah…don’t come back or you will get worse! We are having those belts one way or another white boys!” Homicide finishes as the camera man and them turns and run off, the women screaming for help as the camera then turns off.
Back in the ring Hernandez and Homicide are laughing hysterically to themselves, the crowd booing mercilessly.
“See…that’s what happens when you mess with the Latin American Exchange! We ain’t gonna take no more crap from those little white pieces of crap!” Homicide says into the mic now.
“Yeah….see you are looking at the new Tag Team Champions! You just don’t know it yet!” Hernandez finishes.
With that they drop the microphones as their music hits and they leave to thunderous jeers and boos, one of the women in the front row even spitting at them which they just revel in.
Then just before our Main Event Kong destroys Velvet Sky. Afterwards she gets up and cuts her throat, then yelling out in her first words since arriving “Stratus is mine!”
Finally it’s the Main Event where the Undertaker, who is not in the best of moods, take on Macho Man Randy Savage in the last first round Tournament match. Savage tries his best to put up a fight and event has Taker on the ropes twice but in the end Taker beats the hell out of him and drops him with the Tombstone piledriver for the pin and advances.
He looks around with a scowl, the lights blue as he rolls his eye back.
*Play HBK*
The lights come back up and Taker shoots a look to the stage as Shawn emerges. The two glare at each other for a moment until finally Shawn backs off and goes to the back. Taker narrows his eyes as he looks on, the logo appearing and the show fading to black.
Sunday Night Heat
Harlem Heat defeats No Limit
The Miz & MVP w/ Chelsea & Sherri Defeat The Steiner Brothers
Dolph Ziggler defeats The British Bulldog
RAW
We fade straight from the signature to the ring. The crowd abuzz and then the light go out, thunder crackles and the music hits.
*Play Undertaker Out*
Undertaker storms out with the Dominion behind him. They all follow him as he gets right into the ring. No theatrics, no eye rolling and no light rising. He orders the light up and his music cut as he paces before his nervous army in the ring. He is pissed. The anger on his face is evident, so much so he can barely speak but finally snatches the microphone from Daffney and lifts it to his mouth.
“Last night was a travesty” the crowd cheer “last night was just the type of chaos I took over the company to stop. Let’s start at the beginning and work our way up…”
“Wait” JR asks as the camera shows another man behind him with the IC title “is that…Kishin Liger? What the hell is going on here?”
“Last night Kendra won…that’s good. No chaos, just order. But then it began. This man behind me didn’t show up and so things were shaken, heads were elsewhere and the Machine Guns took advantage of that. But Liger…Liger appeared to show up in the Royal Rumble as his old self and was punished for it…badly. But why this man here, Kishin Liger, does have bruises it is not from us. You see when all was said and done last night Kishin was found beaten up and locked in his hotel room. So…for anyone who was so happy to see Jushin Liger again you were cheated and lied too and it is easy to see by who. It is obvious that the resistance camp attacked Kishin and put a fake Liger in the Royal Rumble. And for anyone who disbelieves me or his story then watch the tape. A mask is an easy way to do it and he did not do one of Liger’s move set last night. Watch the tape. But…” he narrows his eyes in Kishin’s direction “just encase it is me who is being played for a fool. Hayabusa you will mind Liger, watch his everyone move and make sure where he loyalties lie. On to the Royal Rumble. Check the stats, my Dominion and more so my right hand Mankind eliminated everyone there was to beat Angle, Bryan, even the fake Liger. But neither Shawn Michaels nor Chris Jericho registered until last notice to be that match and as such I knew nothing about it. Jericho took advantage of a beaten up and surprised Mankind, nothing more. And Michaels…Michaels I offered you a place here if you came back. But remember I can fire you at any time little man for breach of contract. But I won’t…you cheap shoted my men, you took them of guard, you even used a chair to help you but I won’t take that win away from you. You won the Royal Rumble and I can’t do anything about that…yet. But you better be ready for who you will be facing at Wrestlemania and hope you win, because afterwards there are going to changes to that contract of yours…permanent changes. And speaking of cheap shots, fake champions and taking things away I would like to invite AJ Styles out here. And I want Earl Hebner and Howard Finkle to come into the ring as well.”
Finkle and Hebner and on the outside and look up in fear, swallowing hard.
“Now!” He growls at them and then turns back to the ramp “that goes for you to Styles. And bring my belt with you.”
*Play AJ*
“Nice belt” he smirks in and evil mocking manner as AJ walks up to him with confidence, the belt around his waist.
“First let me address the man who illegally gained access to the ringside era due to his friends and contacts under my employee. Let me let you all know that the security and official who let him in and gave him that camera is fired, the camera man he took the uniform and equipment form is fired and Bret himself is still sitting in a jail cell in Jersey about to do some hard time for his criminal actions. Now Hebner you counted the three count that supposedly gave this man the championship. Now clearly you saw the camera in the ring and new I was on top when you were taken out, further more you were totally out of position which I why you went down in the first, and by my interpretations of the rules you should have DQ’d us for striking you. But instead you counted three, correct?”
“I didn’t see” he speaks as Taker moves the mic to his face but then takes it back quickly.
“Correct?”
“Yes” he nods with a sigh.
“I see. Now should another ref have been called to verify that decision? Should you have watched footage before calling for that bell? After all anything could have happened by the slept” Taker now in uncomfortably moves closer and places his arm on Earl’s shoulder “yes?”
“Yes…but I never have done so…”
“Yes…you said yes. Never done so huh? Why not? You are our senior referee and if you can’t follow the rules then who will huh Earl?” Taker moves in to intimate the poor guy some more, clenching his teeth “but we will deal with that in a moment… Finkle.”
He moves over to Howard “I believe you called AJ the new champion, you had the bell rung and called that correct?”
“Yes.”
“But you saw what happened and still said that.”
“I also saw what happened when Kishin entered the ring at Survivor Series and still called it no matter my personal feelings” Howard says the crowd roar in response for the announcer.
“I see..but personal feeling is what this is about isn’t it gentleman. You both called it because you hate me didn’t you? You both ignored the rules, logic and your own eyes and brains because you loved calling that boy your champion and love that I was beat. Isn’t that right?” They are both shaking their heads frantically as he looks between them “you hate my order? You hate me as the owner? You hate me! Howard you called my name better than anyone and called it when I won my first title, Earl you referred most of my classic matches against many…but now just like everyone else you have forsaken me. Well now you must pay. Earl you are no longer the senior referee, Ciaoda will take it until you prove yourself worthy of that title. And Finkle…I wonder how much you can call with a crushed throat!”
He goes in on Finkle and the crowd boo, jeer and yell at them when AJ now has the mic and guts him off.
“No! Hey! Hey!” Taker turns around to looks at him “pick on someone who can fight back you coward!”
“What?”
“Yeah…you heard me! You nothing but a 7 foot, make up wearing yellow bully!” The crowd pop for Styles as Taker looks at him in rage.
“Ok then…on to you Styles because I was leaving you for last. It was cleared by the board this morning you see. Because of interference from a man who isn’t even employed, and outside party if you will. AJ you are not the WWF Champion, as the record now shows you never were the Champion and I assure you that you never will be. You are not stripped of the belt because the records say you never had it. To achieve that dream of you are going to have earn it! And I will make sure you never do that…now give me that title belt! Earl! Earn your pay and respect and get it off him.”
“It confirmed” JR says solemnly “AJ’s title win had been struck from the records due to outside interference. Since when have we done that? It happens all the time!” “Yeah but he was fired JR! Justice is served!” Cornette rants back.
AJ holds his head low as Hebner comes over, at first he resists but then slumps back and lets him take it. Hebner sighs and hands Undertaker the belt.
“Fine” he finally the lifts the mic up “give me a rematch and I promise this time I will beat you fair and square!”
“Well that can’t happen AJ” Taker smiles as the crowd boos heavily “because see. I’m not the champion.”
“What?!” JR asks in disbelief as the crowd and AJ ask the same thing, even the Dominion look confused.
“See…I am not an unreasonable man. You didn’t win this title but I was pinned for it. Therefore you are not the champion, but neither am I. Seems we have a vacant and disputed belt. What to do? Well I will tell you. Both you, I and 14 other deserving men will be entered into a championship tournament that will begin its first round tonight. The semi and main finals being at No Way Out and the winner will face the winner of the Rumble Shawn Michaels for to decide the undisputed champion at Wrestlemania” the crowd cheer in approval as AJ raises his eyes and nods “now that is more than fair is it not?”
“Yes…it is” Styles admits “but you are still an evil Tyrant and I will take you down, we will take you down. I will beat everyone you give me and then if you make it that far I will beat you come No Way Out. Lets see if you have it then Deadman. I seem to remember winning the last tournament around here KOTR to get my first shot at Summerslam, its kinda fitting that I will win another to get the main event shot at Wrestlemania. See you there Taker.”
With that AJ leaves the ring as Taker and the Dominion stare at him and we fade to break.
Then in our opening contest the Motor City Machine Guns convincingly defeat the New Age Outlaws. Afterwards as they celebrate Gene Okerlund enters the ring.
“Gentleman…Gentleman if I can get a moment of your time” he ushered them over to him, the belts on their shoulders, breathing hard and smiles on their faces towards the adoring crowd “Chris Sabin, Alex Shelly. Impressive win last night regaining the Tag Team Championships. What’s next?”
“Well the way we see it” Shelly begins “we have looked over the rankings and the official number one contenders is a tie between LAX and the Brood. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. These are two teams we have been to hell and back with over the last year but in the end the guns always brought the gold back to Detroit!”
“Yeah…so I am sure that we will be put in some sort of triple tag match again but we don’t care. We will defend these belts anywhere, anytime against anyone. And this time the shadowy devil may cry rejects won’t be able to take them from us unfairly” he holds his belt up “you see now we have friends, organized friends with an organized leader. And we as one are not going to take Undertaker’s crap anymore. Last night was a night of light and a night of rebirth. The end is neigh for the Undertaker’s WWF because from now on if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us! Oh and LAX you bank robbing thugs! You want some more of us? Well we are right here? Come and get it! We will show you once again what these little white boys can do!”
With that they break away and hold up their belts the crowd to loud cheers.
“Ladies and Gentleman. The Motor City Machine Guns” says Okerlund.
As he says that we transition to watching this on a screen, the camera pulls back from the screen and pans around to the Undertaker’s office. The Undertaker sitting watching with cupped hands and his two hands and advisors Mankind and Daffney standing in front of the desk. As it ends they both turn to him.
“We have to end this before it starts” Daffney says.
“Michaels has obviously become their figure head, Bret Hart their martyr. We should just fire anyone we suspect is in this resistance now!” Mankind tells Taker.
Undertaker un-cups his hands with a sigh and speaks.
“No.”
“But an organized resistance is not what we faced…”
“No!” He slams the desk “Mankind you are a good general, Daffney a good aid but you are in no way obviously businessmen. I still run this company and my fiancées that help us do what we do are connected to how well this company does. If we fire all of their favorites, the winner of the rumble even. We will lose all our ratings and business. No…that’s not an opinion” he stands and starts walking with his hands behind his back “no we will deal with this as we have dealt with every other obstacle in our way. We run over it! And it starts tonight with this tournament. Are the brackets as I ordered them?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then” he sits now “we have nothing to worry about. Go make sure Hayabusa is ready.”
We then get through the door shot of Hayabusa sitting next to Liger in the locker room and chatting. Translations appearing in subtitles below, being told this was taped minuets ago.
“So I am your minder now?” Hayabusa asks.
“I don’t like it” Liger replies “I am no traitor!”
“We will see won’t we…I mean those bruises sure are in places where I hit that “fake” Liger last night.”
Kishin just narrows his eyes at him “I was locked in my hotel room! Ambushed!”
“Yeah…I heard the story. Come on, let’s get ready. My match is next.”
The crowd are buzzing as we cut back to the announce table.
“Well…I am just looking over the brackets of this tournament now and god dam I see what they were saying” JR says.
“What?” Cornette frowns.
“Look! He has set it up so that every major threat, if everything goes their way will meet a Dominion member at one point unless they all lose! And what did they all do to earn a place in this very important tournament anyway?”
“Loyalty! And the way I see it, it’s how it should be. The winner will have had to fight threw at least two Dominion members to win, if not three or four. So for any of them who want to fight them all, through them all, it is a perfect set up!”
“Well…yeah. Be that as it may let’s get going with the first tournament math.”
And the first match of the first round of the Wrestlemania WWF title tournament is Kurt Angle against The Darkside of Hayabusa. These two have a quick paced, amazing wrestling match with high flying from Hayabusa being countered perfectly by Angle’s technical skill. However on several occasions as Angle takes the lead and looks to end it, Kishin proves his loyalty further by interfering. Angle look down angrily at him on the final time but from behind comes Hayabusa, rolling him up and almost getting the 3! Kishin looks on intently as the action continues in Hayabusa’s favor now when…
*Play Jushin*
Jushin “Thunder” Liger walks out on stage. Showing a limp from last night’s beating.
“Oh my…well…I think that answered that question for the Dominion. It wasn’t Kishin last night, but so many more questions have now been raised. Who is this Liger then? Who is the real Liger? I means it obviously Kishin…isn’t it? At least we saw that at….but…what the hell?” JR is confused as hell over this.
But none more than Kishin who looks up with a frown and face on confusion. He then takes off running up the ramp after Jushin Liger as he backs into the curtain and goes back behind the stage. Kishin runs up the ramp, chasing after him.
In the ring Hayabusa is also watching this with confusion when from behind comes Angle, dropping him with the Angle Slam for the 1…2…3
The next first round match the returning Chris Jericho, getting a monster reaction, taking on Ken Shamrock. Jericho fights hard and eventually gets the win with the lionsault.
Next its Brood and Dominion member Edge in the first round match as he fights a defiant KENTA. KENTA almost gets the win several times but Edge nails the spear for the win in the end.
Then Trish Stratus takes on and defeats Angelina Love with Velvet Sky in her corner. After the match she points to the camera and signals the belt around her waist.
The commentators review the brackets and it’s on the last first round match for the week in our main event as Samoa Joe represents the Dominion in taking on AJ Styles. Joe takes advantage of a wounded AJ, but is also a monster himself, throwing and kicking AJ around the ring like a rag doll. But for the finish Joe makes a mistake and eats exposed ring post, followed by a Pele kick from the top rope and a Styles Clash for 1…2…3!
As AJ celebrates with the crowd who are roaring in approval big time, the lights begin the flicker and thunder crackles. When it final dies AJ, looks around frowning but then shrugs and continues to celebrate.
As he does JR tells us that next week will be the second half of the first round where MR. Anderson will take on Mankind, The Miz will take on Christian, Bryan Danielson will face Kishin Liger and Randy “Macho Man” Savage will take on the owner, the Phenom, the Undertaker himself.
When we are done with the announcement and views of the brackets we cut back to AJ as he heads up the ramp, slapping hands with his jubilant fans. Then…
*Play HBK*
AJ stops and looks up with a frown as HBK Shawn Michaels, the winner of the Royal Rumble appears on the entrance ramp. The two have a stare down up the ramp, Shawn frowning with his hands on his hips and then turns and heads to the back again. Close up on AJ’s face as he looks on when the show fades to black.
No Way Out 2011 Build Up Week 2
Heat
Amazing Red defeated The Dynamite Kid
Harlem Heat & No Limit Defeated The New Age Outlaws & The Steiner Brothers
Raw
*Play Opening*
“Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to Monday Night Raw. Before we begin we have an announcement” JR sighs at the announce table as we cut to him “last night…or early this morning to be precise, both of the Motor City Machine Guns were out in town in New York city, we all arrived yesterday you see, when they were viciously and brutality attacked. Now police simply found the results and we have no leads as yet…but I think we can all tell who did it. However we want to assure you that they are recovering in hospital as we speak and will be fine, they should return to action within the next couple of weeks. But again, we all know who did this!”
“That is jumping to conclusions!” Cornette retorts.
“You’re kidding right? The Dominion obviously weren’t happy with their words last week, the Brood are the co number one contenders. Of course it was them!” JR snaps.
“Well all I am saying is keep your mind open.”
“Whatever” JR rolls his eyes “we will have more on that later. But first of course let’s get started here with the first of the last set of first round matches in the Wrestlemania title tournament.”
And indeed our opening contest is Miz against Christian.
*Play Miz*
Miz comes out and gets on the microphone.
“I know that all of you peons enjoyed it when I stumbled at the Royal Rumble. But I lasted a long time and at least I was still in the Rumble! Which is more than you can all say! See this is just a set back because tonight I will beat my opponent and then I will go on to win this tournament and STILL as I promise Main event Wrestlemania! The boss has given me a second chance and I won’t let him down! Am the future Wrestlemania headliner that will draw twice and again the audience what World Cruiser Heavyweight Champion Evan Bourne will! And Ten million times more than worthless Vs each other…I mean really? Really? Because I’m the Miz and I’m Awesome!”
Christian is booed more than normal, the crowd obviously having got the news. He shrugs it off with contempt and then gets the win over Miz when he reverses the SCF into the Killswitch for the pin to advance. He then gets himself a microphone.
“Look…I have a message from the Brood and the Dominion. We did not attack the Guns! Cause if it had of been us…we would have done it right and made sure we put them out for more than a few weeks!” Loud boos “see you then boys! Heal up!”
We now cut to a camera backstage with is sneaking around and has managed to catch half of the locker room in a apparent resistance meeting, the camera is looking through the door as Shawn Michaels stands in front of the group.
“Right, thanks for coming. I think getting all together like this will let us all know where everything stands right now” HBK tells him.
“What about Sabin and Shelly?” Asks Amazing Red.
“I have been to see them today. They are doing ok. And I can assure you we will get those bastards back for this! And more so for their lies! We didn’t count on being assaulted outside of work. This is ballsy, even for them. I didn’t think Taker had become a real world criminal too.”
“So what do we do now?” Asks Owen Hart.
“We go pay the boss a visit!” Kurt Angle slams his fist into his palm “and kick the hell out of anything on the way.”
“No!” Shawn cuts him off “that will only make things worse. This tournament is fair for his standards lately and it’s a chance we can’t pass up. The way I see it what we need to do is make sure one of us wins it. As good as beating that evil sob’s ass at Mania and ending his streak sounds…I would rather face a worthy contender in a proper classic wrestling main event.”
“Whoa!” Bryan pushes off the wall “I don’t want to win this thing without earning it. This is Wrestlemania for God’s sake. Look what you did to get there.”
“Agreed” Angle nods.
“I didn’t mean interfere. I just meant do the best we can and stand by encase they aren’t as noble. At least we know they won’t interfere in their Master’s matches” he gives a lop sides grin as he looks down “he has two much ego for that.”
“And he’s right to…he’s the damn Undertaker!” Owen replies.
“Oh don’t you worry yourself about that little Hart” Savage cuts in “I will make sure he don’t make it far in this thing tonight!”
HBK nods his way with a smile.
“And what about Liger?” Jericho asks now, leading everyone to look his way “who’s side is he on? And who’s the real McCoy?
“I can’t talk about that” HBK replies shaking his head “we don’t know who might be listening.”
“Fair enough…in that case I will call you later” Jericho responds.
“Yeah…well that’s it everyone. Thanks.”
As everyone parts around the room, some heading for the other doors and lockers, HBK is left looking across the room. The camera pans around to see AJ Styles standing at the back of the room with his arms folded. Finally he sighs and walks forward as HBK gives him a steely glance.
“Shawn I…” AJ starts.
“AJ look!” Shawn lets out a breath “we have to work together, I get that. I know you had your reasons. But once you betray my trust it is very hard to earn it again.”
“Shawn listen…”
“I walked out on this Company when it needed me! And I did it because your distrust caused everyone here to question me; my fans even wondered if you were right! And all the while you defended Liger! I am back…but that doesn’t mean I have forgot what forced me away in the first place. Excuse me.”
With that Shawn walks away towards the door we are seeing threw, AJ lowering his head in the background. As Michaels reaches the doors the camera man lowers the camera and walks on.
Next it’s the next first round tournament match as Mankind takes on Ken Anderson. Anderson is cocky at first, determined when he is beaten upon but in the end Mankind gets the win with the mandible claw.
We now cut to The Brood in the interview area with Gene Okerlund. The interview is set to start but apparently has already begun; as we join them Edge is grabbing Okerlund by the shirt and yelling at him.
“..What don’t you understand about we didn’t do it? My Brother said that earlier, we both just said it! We don’t need those questions answered again do we” he smacks the notes out of Gene’s hand “honestly?” Edge turns to Christian “were did the last owner find this guy?”
Okerlund straightens himself and tries to collect himself, then notices the camera light on.
“Ah…hello Ladies and Gentleman! I am as you can see hear with…”
Edge grabs the microphone, pulling it out of Gene’s hand, he then turns Okerlund around and boots him away out of shot.
“I am only gonna say this once more and once more only on behalf of myself, Christian and the office. We did not attack Shelly and Sabin! We do not hang out at the cheap bars they go to find cheap whores at! We do not know where they would be! Get it! Got it? Good!”
With that Edge storms out of shot, Christian following with a smile as the camera fades back to the arena.
Then it’s the next Tournament match and a damn near Main event before the Main Event as Kishin Liger takes on Bryan Danielson.
During the match the commentators speculate on the other Liger we saw last week dressed at Jushin.
“It’s obviously a fake…look at Taker’s evidence…” Cornette replies.
“Forgive me if I don’t take Undertaker at his word these days. Frankly I’m surprised the results of this Tournament haven’t been messed with yet.”
“Look…you saw Kishin at Wrestlemania who we all knew was Liger at the time” Cornette replies.
“Yes, but Makeup can sure make a guy look like another. Remember NWO Sting? The Liger that turned on the WWF may not be Liger at all!” JR snaps back.
“Then where did he get the IC title from?”
“The fans can buy replicas, so can the Superstars.”
“Where has the “real” Liger been all this time then? In a coma?”
“I don’t know Jim. But we may find out sooner than later.”
The match itself is the technical marvel you might imagine, combined with the viciousness of Kishin. Kishin looks to have it with a Liger Bomb but Bryan kicks out. Bryan then shocks everyone as Liger ascends the top rope, dropping him off it with a super back suplex for the 1…2…3!
After Bryan gets his hand raised and celebrates with the fans we are left in the right with the rising, annoyed Liger as the music dies. He slams the mat and slowly pulls himself up.
*Play Jushin*
Again the other Liger appears on the ramp, dressed again in Liger’s main Red and White colours. Kishin lets out a cry of rage and bolts from the ring, running up the aisle after him but he is again gone he can reach him.
“Folks. We need some answers and I think from what we saw earlier Shawn Michaels knows something” JR says as we head to break.
Next it’s a match with implications from the Rumble Match as Wade Barret teams with Ken Shamrock to take on a defeat the classic team of the British Bulldog & Owen Hart. After the match Barret beats the hell out of his own partner, nailing him with a short arm closeline and beating him into the mat.
“Well…” JR breaths out as Wade leaves the ring to loud boos and walks up the ramp “I guess Shamrock isn’t the partner he is looking to form his Nexus with.”
*Play LAX*
We return to reactions of confusion from the crowd and commentator’s more so as LAX come out.
“Well…I wasn’t expecting this. LAX are not scheduled to come out now” JR says in confusion.
Hernandez and Homicide strut their stuff; shuffling to their music they enter the ring. Hernandez walked out and grabs the house mic from out of Howard Finkle’s hand as he stands on confused and protesting.
“Everyone listen up!” Hernandez calls out to a mixed reaction, mostly boos after who they sided with a few months back. He hands the mic to Homicide.
“All show, hell all day all we have been hearing is concern and whisperings over what happened to those little white boys Shelly and Sabin. Everyone wants to know who done it? Well let us tell you now exactly who did it! Us!” The crowd reigns down thunderous boos.
“What? Damn it!” JR reacts.
“And if you don’t believe us. We have a home movie we made to show you. Roll the tape truck boys!” Hernandez points over to the Tron.
We are then shown footage of LAX as they stalk The Guns on a busy New York street. They follow them until they go down a quiet alley, whispering to each other. As they enter the alley to suddenly Hernandez yells “Now!” With that they jump them, the camera obviously being held by someone else. The Guns barely have time to react, the women they are with scream loudly and cry bloody murder as they try to stay back, Sabin and Shelly are beaten down into the ground with hard kicks and punches, all the while LAX screaming at them, taunting them as they kick the crap out of them. Hernandez then grabs a trash can, empties it and throws it down on Shelly. Homicide grabbing Sabin’s head and smashing it into a brick wall. With that they stop standing over them as the women shake in terror with their hands over their mouths. One now yelling or help.
“Hey! Keep it shut bitch!” Homicide yells at her, stopping her for now.
“See that’s what happens when you mess with the badest of the bad…you don’t want to mess with us Gringos!” Hernandez rants as they back away.
“Yeah…don’t come back or you will get worse! We are having those belts one way or another white boys!” Homicide finishes as the camera man and them turns and run off, the women screaming for help as the camera then turns off.
Back in the ring Hernandez and Homicide are laughing hysterically to themselves, the crowd booing mercilessly.
“See…that’s what happens when you mess with the Latin American Exchange! We ain’t gonna take no more crap from those little white pieces of crap!” Homicide says into the mic now.
“Yeah….see you are looking at the new Tag Team Champions! You just don’t know it yet!” Hernandez finishes.
With that they drop the microphones as their music hits and they leave to thunderous jeers and boos, one of the women in the front row even spitting at them which they just revel in.
Then just before our Main Event Kong destroys Velvet Sky. Afterwards she gets up and cuts her throat, then yelling out in her first words since arriving “Stratus is mine!”
Finally it’s the Main Event where the Undertaker, who is not in the best of moods, take on Macho Man Randy Savage in the last first round Tournament match. Savage tries his best to put up a fight and event has Taker on the ropes twice but in the end Taker beats the hell out of him and drops him with the Tombstone piledriver for the pin and advances.
He looks around with a scowl, the lights blue as he rolls his eye back.
*Play HBK*
The lights come back up and Taker shoots a look to the stage as Shawn emerges. The two glare at each other for a moment until finally Shawn backs off and goes to the back. Taker narrows his eyes as he looks on, the logo appearing and the show fading to black.