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WWF No Way Out 2011
Live from Chicago, IL
We open with a video package hyping the importance of tonight leading into Wrestlemania.
We then cut to the arena, fireworks explode from the custom stage and the sold out crowd goes wild.
“Hello everyone and welcome to No Way Out! I am Jim Ross alongside Jim Cornette and tonight folks we set the final piece of the Wrestlemania Main Event puzzle into place. Who will face Shawn Michaels to decide the new and undisputed World Wrestling Federation Champion? We will find out tonight.”
“Yeah and tonight will also be a night Ross that will answer many questions” we cut to Cornette and Ross at the announce table as Cornette speaks “it will also be the night that this little resistance movement will be crushed, their dreams crushed under the Lord of Darkness’s heel!”
“That remains to be seen. But right now we are going to head to Howard Finkle to get things going here with the Semi Finals.”
Semi Finals: Edge VS AJ Styles
“Ladies and Gentleman the opening contest is the first match of Road to Wrestlemania Tournament Semi Finals and is for one fall to a finish!” Finkle announces in the centre of the ring.
*Play Edge and AJ Out*
“These two men” JR comments “one in service of his duty to his master, one out to catch the dream that was robbed from him last months.”
“Oh come on! Bret Hart….”
“AJ never asked for help! But now he gets his shot. Edge, AJ Styles here we go.”
The bell rings and we are underway in the first semi final match. Edge walks forward nodded to Edge and trash talking as he shakes his head as only Edge can. AJ does not reply with words but instead just reels back and blasts Edge in the face with an elbow. Edge falls away and comes back with one of his own and again AJ fires back with another.
“Wow! AJ clearly has it in for anyone in his way as he heads to the top, as he heads to take what’s his. And so far he has had every man he has faced in this tournament members of the Dominion. Taker hasn’t made it easy for him but he’s here and only Edge remains until the Final…but Edge has been what AJ hasn’t officially yet been. The World Wrestling Federation Champion!” JR commentates as they go back and forth with stiff blows.
That ends as AJ ducks down behind and locks in a waist lock, dropping Edge around and forward with a rear waist slam face first, but as Edge hits the mat he struggles and reaches around for Style’s body. Standing and getting to his feet and driving his elbow back into AJ’s face to break it and then go around and reverse it into a waist lock of his own, dropping back with a reverses DDT but AJ landing on his feet as Edge stands and turns in shock before AJ runs in a rolls him up for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and go for each other, Edge going for the running big boot but AJ ducks down under it, grabbing the feet so that Edge is rolled up on his back but Edge kicks up, hooking AJ’s arms with his feet and rolling him over and up for 1….2…NO!
AJ now runs in and goes behind for a school boy now 1…2…NO! Edge reverses that rolling AJ up again. 1…2…NO! Both men run in for each other again as they stand and Edge drives the elbow to the face and then as AJ falls to his back goes for the ladderal press for a quick 1 count. AJ backs off stands, runs in and is taken down with a shoulder tackle straight into another cover for 1…2…NO! Both men back off and go to ready stance as they stand to a polite applause for the smarter members of the crowd.
Both men come in and trash talk some more before Edge now swings for Styles but AJ ducks it and goes behind, nailing a hard knife edge chop to the chest backing Edge back but Edge quickly come sot life and answers back with an forearm to the head. Chop from AJ, forearm from Edge, chop, forearm, chop, straight punch, chop, hard punch finally sends AJ falling back groggily as the crowd boos at Edge. Edge yells at them and taunts them some more before going in now and whipping AJ into the ropes but AJ comes firing out and takes Edge down with a shoulder tackle now. AJ now runs for the ropes and goes to jump over the downed Edge but Edge grabs his leg and trips him face first into the mat and then holding the leg stands and goes for a single leg Boston crap but Styles manages to bring his other leg up now and take him over with the head scissors. Edge is now in the ropes but as AJ stands and taunts him how runs in but AJ leap frogs over him and lets him rebound off the ropes, dropping down and letting him pass over and hits the other ropes coming in bam! Nailed right in the mouth with a dropkick.
Edge falls back and rolls himself outside the ring for some breathing room. AJ now looks out at the crowd who are going nuts and then hits the ropes, running across the ring and jumping up and over….Edge however sees it and move out the way…but Styles lands feet first on the ring apron. Edge comes and grabs his foot but Styles kicks him away with a back heel hard into the guard rail and without even the aid of the rope leaps back and down onto Edge with a moonsault from the apron to the floor….but Edge moves out the way! AJ however counters that landing straight onto his feet perfectly and then nailing Edge hard in the back with a jumping roundhouse kick with a sick splat! Edge falls forward holding his back as Styles grabs his breath and stands, the crowd erupting in chants of “AJ! AJ! AJ!”
Styles now comes in but Edge is there and drives the point of the elbow back into his mouth. He then grabs Styles head and viciously throws his face down hard into the ring apron.
Edge now rolls into the ring breaking the refs ten count and then coming in on Styles again, grabbing him by the arm and Irish whipping him with velocity into and over the ring steps, the top level coming out of place as Styles chest hits them and he falls over head over heels.
Edge is in firm control with that one, smiling sickly to himself as he comes in and grabs AJ by the head, whipping him into the ring and following in. He boots Edge with stiff kicks on the mat as he catches his breath and then picks him up and drops him back with a snap vertical suplex, he follows that up with a reverse sit out face buster and hooks the leg for 2.
He reaches down and scoops AJ up and lifts him up for the electric chair drop, walking forward with him on his shoulders and smiling…but AJ come sot life and rolls forward, hooking Edge on the way down and rolling him up for 1….2…NO!
The crowd is really alive now as both men stand, sucking air as they come for each other again. They got o grab for each other but Edge grabs Style’s jaw and drops down for the sit down jaw breaker. He then stands and goes in for the quick spear but AJ side steps it and sends him into the corner, and as he rises up in it AJ runs forward and up him nailing a shinning wizard, then as he is dropping back throws him away with a monkey flip. Styles now stands and seeing Edge in position jumps up onto the top rope and down with the splt legged moonsault into a cover for 1…2…NO!
AJ now out of it picking Edge up and whips him to the corner but Edge but on the breaks and turns in, pulling AJ in and driving him down with the Impaler DDT and hooking the leg for 1….2….NO!!! AJ kicks out and the crowd pops huge.
Edge now stands with a crazy look in his eye, pulling on his hair in rage and then gets a wild look in his eye as he backs into the corner. The crowd stay stood and buzz in anticipation as AJ stands, many trying to warn him as he turns and Edge flies out of the corner for the spear…but AJ side steps it and goes around, waiting for Edge to turn and then nailing him with the Pele Kick and covering for 1….2…3!
The crowd explode as AJ’s music hits and the bell rings.
“Your winner who now advances to the Finals AJ Styles!” Finkle calls to louder cheers.
As AJ gets his hand raised he backs out of the ring and heads up the ramp to loud cheer, Edge coming too and looking on at him in anger.
“One more AJ, one more buddy and you will achieve the dream of dreams! You will headline Wrestlemania!” JR says as we fade to a commercial package.
Strap Match
When we come back Finkle is in the ring.
“Ladies and Gentleman the following is the grudge leather strap match!” The crowd stand and cheer.
*Play out Anderson and Randy Savage*
Savage and Anderson stare across the ring at each other as the referee joins them together with the brown hide leather strap.
“This folks is a grudge match. This is going to get ugly between these two blood rivals” JR comments.
The bell ring and Anderson and Savage step out of their corners, but keep their distance, the straps on their right wrists. Kennedy now gives a swagger of his head, a bit of mouth he is known for and gives his signature pose to loud boos. Savage nods at this, grins and then grabs the leather strap and yanks it hard, bringing Anderson flying towards him and taking his head off with a running closeline coming in to a big pop. Ken doesn’t know where he is as he stumbles to his feet and Savage comes in, whaling away on his with knife edge chops and then pulling him in close with the strap and hip tossing him to the mat another cheer from the pro Savage crowd.
As Anderson stumbles to the ropes and stands now he turns and gets walloped hard with the strap to the head and then down across the back, a sick slapping sound echoing as leather smacks against flesh. Savage doesn’t let up as Anderson drops to all four on the mat, whaling down on him with the strap over and over, Anderson’s back turning red as he cries out and falls to the mat, turning and it able to kick Savage away to buy himself some breathing room. Randy stumbles back but then turns and comes in again to whack Anderson again with the strap, but Anderson brings up the boot to the gut. He then stands, holding his back for a moment and then yanking Savage in with the strap and catching him coming in and driving him down with a scoop slam. He follows that up by dropping an elbow and then reeling back, looping the strap over and waiting with revenge in his eye as Savage stands with his back to him and gets the leather across the back, and again and again over and over it hits the Macho Man’s bare flesh, it now also turning red. Savage is now able to turn around and smack him away.
Both men reel back away and turn towards each other, their backs red as they both reach down and grab for the strap, pulling at it like a tug of war then trying to scoop up as much as they can in their hands. Finally they come closer and closer together, strap running out as now Savage loops it over and swings but Anderson rolls forward under it and stands behind him. He then pulls Randy in and boots him in the gut, following up with a right hand and then coming in and another, beating Savage to his knees now. Savage knelt over at the ropes as Anderson comes in and drives an forearm to the back, standing and then dropping another in a Hitman or Austin like fashion. He then Savage up and backs him into the corner, hammering away on him into it, pulling him out with the strap and delivering another hard shot to the head. He then grabs Savage’s arm and backs him into the ropes, shooting him off across the ring, but Savage puts on the break and reverses it into one of his own, shooting him into the ropes and dropping down for a back body drop sending Anderson down to the mat.
Anderson now scrambles and crawls as fast as he can out of the ring to the floor to get away. Savage stands and looks down at him pulling on the strap to pulls Anderson hard into the ring apron and then jerking him into the ring now with all his strength and then hammering down onto him with the strap. Anderson again crawls for dear life of the ring but this time Savage follows him out. Anderson gets the guard wall then turns, being pulled hard right into a clubbing axe handle from Macho. Anderson struggles to get up on the ring apron, Savage bringing down and blow across the back, pulling him up and driving the strap into it again. Anderson crawls into the ring to get away but Savage is right on him with boots to the back of the head, viciously he stomps away all his anger he has built up for this man over the last several months. He then loops the strap over again and again drives it hard into the back of Anderson. Reeling back again and going to work over and over with the strap as Anderson tries to roll over, cover up, anything to stop the ass whipping he is getting. Savage taking out all that anger, all that frustration as he slaps away with the strap over and over.
Anderson now tries to run for it, jumping over the top rope and out but Savage has the strap and holds on, keeping him dangling there on the ring apron, not going anywhere. He now comes in and pulls him up on the apron, hammering into him with a hard right hand, then again whipping him with the strap, leaving him to the floor but keeping hold. He then pulls him up on the apron again, hooking him and falls back into the ring with a vertical suplex.
He whips him again now and then pulling Anderson hard up onto his feet and pulling him with him he heads out and to the top rope as the crowd stand. He then flies off and down with the double axe handle. The crowd cheer big time as Savage pulls Anderson up now and jerks him in right to an elbow and then a backhand chop followed by a scoop slam. Savage now heads to the tope again but Anderson is getting to his feet, but Savage ready clubs the hands and again comes off and down with the double ace handle, dropping to his knees as Anderson falls, catching his breath. Savage now stands and again heads to the top for a third falling double ace handle but this time Anderson comes to life and jerks him down off the top rope straight into a hard right hand to the gut. The crowd react with an “oh!” As Savage keels over and falls to the mat. Anderson falling back as well.
We get a shot on the outside as Ms. Elizabeth is holding his mouth and trying to look away but can’t. Anderson comes in and whales away with the strap now, Savage crawling and reaching for the ropes as he cries out, getting his back and hide whipped like a dog. Anderson now stands and pulls him in into a scoop power slam, down hard to the mat. He then follows that up with a side Russian leg sweep and stands, breathing hard and now is the first to try and go for victory. He walks over and touches one corner, turning back to pull Savage with him as he goes to the other and slaps that, he then goes to the third but Savage pulls him back towards him and smashes him hard in the face coming in with a dropkick to the jaw. The crowd pop as Savage now stands and goes for the corner, touches one, touches two, touches three but at the fourth just as he reaches it Anderson runs in and smashes him hard in the back with a clubbing blow, then a shot to the face and then finally dropping him with a DDT. Both men lie out of it on the mat as the crowd cheer and then begin to stomp and clap, willing Macho man back to his feet. Liz is doing the same, slamming the ring apron with both hands.
But Anderson is the first to his feet, groggily he moves forward and hits one corner, then goes over the other and hits that, and a third but now Savage stands and pulls him back as he does grabbing and turning him and dropping him down pelvis first with an atomic drop. Savage now stands and to a big ovation points to the corner. The crowd louder still as Anderson lays out on the mat and he rises up, spreading his arms into the air and going for it…but Anderson quickly gets to his feet and yanks Savage hard off the top rope down onto his shoulders! Rolling forward for the Green-bay Plunge. The crowd let out a sound of disappointment but also excitement from the move as both men lay out of it again on the mat.
Anderson now stands and breathing hard move forward and touches one corner, slowly he moves and drags Savage with him to touch two corners, the crowd yelling for Savage to get up as he moves over and slaps the third, he then moves over and reaches for the fourth when Savage stands and pulls him back to the crowd audible relief, catching him coming and drooping him down again with the scoop slam. Finally he then comes to his feet and with wife and thousands screaming for him he heads to the top rope again, waiting no time now in rising up and flying off and down with the big elbow. But as he drops it the strap gives way and snaps. Savage now stands and the referee moves in seeing a piece only of the leather on his wrist. Both Savage ignores him and moves over touching one corner, two, three…and four to a huge ovation!
“He’s done it! Randy Savage has…” JR yells. “Hey no! Wait and minuet Ross” Cornette cuts him off.
The referee comes in now shaking his head and crossing his arms and he tries to tell Savage, then shows him in his confusion that the strap broke and therefore it doesn’t count. Savage curses at him but the referee shrugs and says he is only following the rules. He then grabs the part of Savages strap, then Anderson’s as he slowly crawls to his knees and tries them tightly together. He then turns to both and gives the go ahead to continues. As soon as he does Savage is jerked right in and dropped with a mic check! The crowd boos loudly as Anderson slowly crawls up and touches one corner, two, three and four!
The boos are deafening as Anderson’s music plays and he is announce the winner. He fatigue and pain slowly now start to turn to a cocky smiles as he drops down to his knees and rolls out of the ring. Blowing a kiss to the disappointed and livid Elizabeth as he heads up the aisle, watching Savage as he comes to in the ring, leaving the victor.
Semi Finals: Undertaker VS Angle
*Play Undertaker & Angle*
Undertaker and Angle stare across the ring at each other, each fierce determined in their stance. Taker snarling at him.
The two wrestlers come out of their corners as the referee steps between them and calls for the bell then signals for them to begins.
The crowd is loud and still on its feet as the two step forward and go nose to nose. Angle looks up into the Undertaker’s eyes, Taker looking right back.
Finally after a moment they step back away from each other. Angle crouches and assumes a wrestling stance, Undertaker raises his fists the moves them like a prize fighter as they both step forward again. Undertaker is the first to move swinging for Angle with a punch but Angle is able to duck it and go behind. Undertaker turns around to face him and the two circles each other again. Angle steps forward no, arms outstretched and going for Undertaker’s legs but the phenom is there to meet him with a straight right hand, followed by the left, one, two, one, two, nailing Angle again and again back into the corner and watching as he falls back into it hard. Angle is down only for a moment, his eyes wide from the surprise volley and shaking his head to try and clear it as he uses the ropes to pull him back up and step forward in a ready stance again. Taker moves forward going for another series of blow but this time Angle gets underneath grabbing Taker’s long legs and pushing him down into the mat, moving over him and locking in a front face lock.
Undertaker rises up powering Angle off and then breaks it, lifting his leg for a big boot which Angle ducks underneath and drops down behind the other leg and delivers a chop block that sends Taker down in pain.
Angle sees the weakened leg and like a shark that smells blood goes for it, picking the leg up and kicking at it, finally looking a leg lock on the Phenom’s calf and knee, wrapping one leg around as he drop down and vices in the hold deeper.
Undertaker lets out a cry of pain and drops down onto the mat. The Referee moves in to count put Undertaker’s rises before he can and starts swing for Angles head, but the long legs of the Undertaker are his disadvantage and he can’t reach. He tries to sit up further and swing, jump up and swing but Angle keeps his head out of the way. Taker is able to brings his leg toward him, Angle stands, trying keep hold as Taker pulls away, finally Undertaker leans the leg right back and then kick off sending Angle flying.
Undertaker gets up onto his leg striking Angle back into the rope and then walking forward, lifting and moving his leg to try and walk off the damage before moving in on the attack again.
Undertaker nails Kurt again with a good shot and the grabs his arm, twisting his wrist and stepping under for the wrist lock. He then pulls the arm in and delivers his shoulders to the elbow joint twice, watching as Angle falls to the mat. Undertaker then heaves him up into the arm by his arm as the crowd gasp at Undertaker’s power and brings him down again hard onto the mat follows it up by bring his leg through and almost leg dropping it into the mat before stepping over and applying an arm lock on the mat.
Taker stands again, still holding on to Angle’s arm and pulling him back up with it, clasping his hand now and heading to the top rope. In his usual style the phenom walks the top rope and flies off nailing old school perfectly.
Angle falls back for a moment then comes in and is taken down with the big boot. Undertaker then hits the ropes and follows that with a leg drop and cover for 2.
Taker grabs Angle by the head and pulls him toward the ropes, going outside and then pulling Angle’s head under the bottom rope and nailing him with two good elbows. In his classic style he then ascends the steps and jumps with a leg drop over Angle on the apron. Angle falls to the floor as Undertaker rolls back into the ring and breaks the count before heading out again.
He gets Angle with a couple more blows before rolling him back into the ring.
Angles stumbles to his feet and turns into the oncoming Undertaker big boot but manages to duck under it, go behind and apply a rear waist lock, falling back and letting go for the German suplex. Angle picks Taker up and throws him into the corner, nailing him with repeated shot that send the Deadman falling down the turnbuckle. Angle brings his leg up as Taker reaches the middle corner buckle and begins kicking the hell out of him in the corner. Taker finally drops to seated position as Angle continues the kicks to the chest and head. The referee moves in a counts 1..2…3…4… Angle breaks off at the last possible second.
He then goes in again on Undertaker and takes him over, hooking the arm and applying the butterfly stretch with his knee into Undertaker’s back.
Taker manages to power out sending Angle flying over and then standing. Angle come in and clasped around the neck. The fans erupt but Angle brings up his leg and kicks away fast and furious at Undertaker’s knee forcing him to break the hold and stumble back holding his leg. Angle comes in for the kill but Taker bring his right hand up and smashes Angle right in the mouth with a knock shot that sends him falling down to a “oh!” From the crowd.
Undertaker in now limping as he walks forward, his leg hurt but going in on the kill again and kicking at Angle on the mat. Angle manages to reach up and nail Taker in the side of the head, Undertaker drops down and Angle vices him with his legs, taking him over and continues to nail him with repeated blows to the head. Taker however manages to roll over himself and still in the vice of Angle’s legs; Angle’s head not on the mat strikes Kurt hard with repeated blows finally breaking the legs apart. He then gets to his feet and Angle comes in and takes him down with a closeline.
He once again grabs Angle’s arm and once again goes to the rope for the second old school of the match, walking the ropes with ease. This time however Angle pulls on the arm, pulling Taker down off the top rope and into his waist lock which Angle turns into a belly to belly suplex. The crowd reacts as Angles rolls over and covers for 2.
Angle stands and then goes back on the injured leg, lifting it up and kicking at it again, dropping down and delivering and elbow to the knee and locking in a hold again. Undertaker tries to reach for Angle’s head but the gold medalist stand kicking at the leg again begins pulling it and Taker with it toward the corner. Angle keep hold as he goes to outside and brings Undertaker’s leg to the other side, driving it into the corner hard and then hooking it, dropping back and locking in a figure four leg lock on the turnbuckle corner. Taker slams the mat with his arm and lets out with cries of pain and the referee begins counting. 1…2…3…4...Angle lets go and watches as Taker reels back into the ring holding his damaged wheel.
Angle comes in and begins on the leg again, hooking it and this time dropping forward and driving his knee into it.
He stands stepping through and spinning apply the figure four. However Undertaker is able to react up and grab Angle rolling him up for 1…2…NO! Angle manages to break free and then straight the way goes back on the leg again kicking and punching at it and once again locking in the leg lock. Taker reaches for Angle uses all his strength to turn over and push Angle off and sending him flying chest first into the corner. Undertaker stands as Angle lays face first on the second turnbuckle. He stumbles forward his leg obviously hurt. He grabs Angle barely able to walk but lifts him up and drives him into the corner with snake eyes, doing his best to run for the far ropes but having to do so gingerly on the his injured leg coming back on the rebound for Angle but Angle counters and goes behind, hooking the waist and delivering another German suplex, this time not letting go and standing delivering another, he keep it hooked again and stands, a third German, he stands and again going for four put Taker bring his elbow up and nails Angle both side of the head. Angle releases it and stumbles back and Taker turns. Angle comes back in and is caught around the throat and driven down with the chokeslam. Cover for 1…2…NO! Angle kicks out.
-Taker stumbles to his feet again and grabs Angle, placing him between his legs for the last ride. Angle however comes to life ducking down behind one leg and tripping Taker down and applying the Ankle lock.
The crowd all stand as one, the place roaring and screaming as Undertaker struggles in the Ankle lock. After a moment Taker is able to roll onto his back and kick Angle off. But Angle is unrelenting coming back in a locking it in again. Taker cries out reaching for the rope and finally launches forward and grabs it.
Angle has to be pushed away by the referee but as Taker grabs the ropes and pulls himself up Angle comes it but wham! Is nailed with a big boot. Taker walks forward, trying to walk it off and then turns but Angle is right there and drops behind falling back for an Angle slam but Taker lands on his feet, winces and moving his injured leg as Angle turns, is grabbing and is driven down into the mat with the last ride. Taker drops down and covers for 1…2…NO! The crowd goes insane as Angle kicks out. Taker slams the mat and the noise is deafening.
“No! Not yet! Angle’s Wrestlemania dreams are not over yet!” JR yells in excitement.
Taker now stands and in frustration goes over to the corner and begins ripping at the top turnbuckle, pulls it off and turning back towards Angle. The referee pleading with him but he throws him aside and comes in for Angle…but Angle is right there and kicks at the injured knee joint, grabbing Taker by the head and going to drive him face first into the turnbuckle but Undertaker reverses it and drives Angle down face first hard into it. Angle stumbles back, we can see he has been cut open by the metal as he turns and is scooped up and dropped down with the Tombstone piledriver for 1…2…3!
“Wow! Well weather you like the evil bastard or now, and I don’t, you have to hand it to him. Despite the turnbuckle at the end he won this war fair and square! A hell of a match and the Phenom advances!” JR calls. “How will Taker make it to the next match?” Cornette protests as the Phenom struggles to stand on the injured leg.
“Well folks now we know. The Undertaker and AJ Styles will be our main event once more. One of those men is going to Wrestlemania to face Shawn Michaels for the vacant Championship. Who will it be? Man!”
Undertaker is holding himself and limping but throwing away help as he stumbles up the aisle to the back. In the ring Angle looks up out a pool of his own blood, shows anger and then slumps to the mat.
Women’s Number One Contendership
*Play Women*
As the two stand across from each other, staring each other down JR calls it.
“Well. One of these two will face Kendra for the title at Wrestlemania. But for them it’s very personal. This is going to be brutal.”
The bell sounds and Kong goes in at once and begins beating down on Trish with clubbing fist blows. Trish responds bring her forearm up and returning with a couple of blows of her own. The two women begin exchanging punches back and forth. This has got fierce fast.
Kong grabs Trish by the back of the head as they back into the centre of the ring and throws her by the head and hair back into the far corner and continue to go in on the attack. Kong comes in and gets several hard shots to the chest of Trish in the corner. Kong then grabs Trish and whips her off the ropes to the ropes on the other side. Going for the attack on the rebound but Trish ducks down between the legs of Kong and goes in getting shots in as she turns around. Trish then takes to the ropes and comes off but Kong is there to meet her and Trish runs right into a hard spear! Kong follows that up by dropping an elbow and going for a 2 count.
Kong picks Trish up, grabs her by the head and throws her hard by the head with a toss to the other side of the ring. Trish gets to a crawling position, her face that of pain but Kong is there with a boot to the back sending her back down. Kong then goes back on the attack and grabs Trish by the head but Trish is ever fighting and begins getting several blows to the gut of Awesome Kong, fighting her off. Kong however keeps her ground and hits Trish hard with a head but sending her down to the mat.
Kong now picks Trish up and lands multiple blows, followed up by back chops to chest. Trish crawls up onto the second rope but Kong is there and brings her leg up to choke Trish on the rope. The ref counts and gets 4 as Kong backs off and lets Trish fall to the mat. Kong then picks Trish up and takes her back down with a forward falling slam. She picks Trish up again and slams her again back down with a gut buster. Kong moves in like a shark that smells blood and begins slamming her foot into Trish’s back and head. She then steps over the grabs Trish, applying the camel clutch. The hold is wrenched in and we can here Trish crying out in pain beneath Kong’s hands. She continues to pull the hold in but Trish is refusing to give up. Kong’s eyes are wide with intent and rage as she tightens the hold. The crowd begins to clap and stomp willing Trish to get out of it. Finally Trish wills of her strength and manages to power out getting to her feet and getting in a couple of blows to Kong but she fights back, grabs Trish’s head again and throws her into the corner. She follows that up by running forward and close lining Trish hard in the corner.
Kong ever merciless follows that up by grabbing Trish again, putting her between her legs for the piledriver. But as she hoist her up Trish manages to take her over with a back body drop then stands watching as Kong turns around and then hits the ropes, coming off and hitting the dropkick. But Kong is still standing, stumbling but standing. Trish won’t give up and hits another dropkick. But again Kong is still standing and stumbling! Trish then goes to the top rope and flies off with a diving cross body block. This time Kong falls down with Trish and Trish puts her arm over for 1...2...NO! Kong powers out and throws Trish off of her.
Kendra and Trish charge forward as they stand, Trish grabbing the head off Kong and going for it. Running up to corner for the Stratisfaction bulldog. She vaults off the corner but Kong catches her body in mid air and counters it driving Trish down with a falling slam. Cover for 1...2...NO! Trish just gets the shoulder up.
Kong is frustrated as hell now as she reaches down and pulls Trish up but Trish comes to life again, hammering back away on her and then hitting the rope and coming it with a flying shoulder tackle taking Kong down. She then heads to the top rope and flies off as Kong stands with a moonsault, but Kong catches her out of mid air, but Trish spins around out of it and drives her down with a reverse tornado DDT! She now crawls over and covers for 1….2…NO!
Trish now is visibly hurt as she stands, holding her head and ribs as she turns but then snarls as Kong gets to her knees and runs in and nails an ensurguri to the side of the head of Kong taking her down again. She then reaches down and picks Kong up, shooting her into the ropes but Kong catches herself there. Trish sees this and charges forward at her in the ropes, Kong however ducks down and sends her over with a back body drop over the rope and to the floor below.
Kong stumbles forward as the crowd reach and after a moment Trish starts to stir on the outside and stands, Kong hitting the ropes and using them to vault herself over and down onto Trish with a plancha! But Trish moves out of the way leaving Kong to crash hard through the crowd barrier! The security wall panel crumbles under her and fans scattering as she lands in them. Chants of “Holy shit! Holy shit!” Begin to reign down as the fall is replayed over and over to the people at home.
Trish is now out of her feet but has recovered, breaking the count and then heading to the apron, waiting for Kong to stumble to her feet and then jumps off the apron onto Kong’s shoulders and sending her over with a hurricanrana into the steel ring steps! Kong head bouncing off the top part as it flies off its perch. Trish looks satisfied as she comes into and rolls Kong into the ring, hitting the top rope now as Kong struggles to stand in the ring and flies off with over castle and covering for 1…2…NO! Kong just kicks out!
Trish now pulls Kong up by the head and runs for the ropes, up them, turning and nailing Stratisfaction for 1…2…NO! Kong kicks out! The crowd let out gasp and cheers at the same time as Trish holds her head and falls to the mat in disbelief. She now stands and crotches, waiting for Kong to stand and then nailing her with a chick kick and covering for 1…..2…..NO!!! Kong kicks out again.
Trish is barely able to stand but drags herself on to the top rope now and yells out “get up you big bitch!” As she perches on the top rope. She then flies off onto Kong’ shoulders and nails and west coast pop for 1…2…NO! Kong kicks out again! The air is let out the arena, a massive “Oh!” sounding out.
Trish now pulls herself, wills herself to stand again and heads to the top rope again, going for it again and as Kong stands flies off onto her shoulders…but Kong this time catches her and drives her down to the mat with the Awesome Bomb! She then covers for 1…2….NO!!! Trish kicks out now! Kong and crowd are in a state of absolute shock that this one is not yet over. Kong’s eyes wide as she simply stares into space in disbelief.
She then stands with a snarl and reaches down, pulling Trish up and in for the Implant buster…but as she pulls her up Trish drops down behind and nails a dropkick to the legs of Kong. She then stands and hits the ropes running in on Kong…but Kong catches her and spins her round, driving her down with the black hole slam! But as she drops her Trish grabs her head and turns it into a tornado DDT! Both moves impact as they fall, both women out cold from each other’s moves as the crowd let out applause and cheers for both.
They lie there for moments, unmoving as the referee comes in and begins to count. As he reaches five both women’s hands slump up and cover the others chest. The referee drops down and counts 1…2…3!
The bell rings.
“Wait what? Who won?” Cornette yells in confusion. “I…don’t know. Both were covered and the referee counted it!”
Confusion is all around as both women finally start to stir, no music playing as they crawl and pull themselves up. When they come two they both start to get confused themselves, wondering who has won. Meanwhile the referee is talking to Finkle.
“Ladies and Gentleman” Howard begins “I have been informed that your winner and number one contender is…Awesome Kong” The crowd roar as both women react “and Trish Stratus!"
“What?” All, including JR say at once in confusion.
“They both won? What kinda decision is that?” Cornette asks.
“I guess…I mean. Wow! Kendra now has a busy night ahead of her on March 27th! Wow!” JR responds.
In the ring Kong and Trish stare daggers across the ring at each other, breathing hard as on the ramp Daffney and the Women’s Champion emerge. It is glares all around as we fade to a video promo for Wrestlemania.
Tag Team Championship: Falls Count Anywhere
Finkle calls the match and the teams as they make their way to the ring. LAX get loud boos over their recent actions towards the Guns and we are shown clips of the attack. The Guns get a huge ovation.
As soon as Shelly and Sabin emerge their faces are that of stone determination, their eyes locked on LAX as they march down the ramp. They both looks at each other as they reach the bottom they throw the belts down and charge for the ring engaged and beating down on Hernandez and Homicide respectively. LAX begin to fight back and fully of punches are traded back and forth in a fierce fashion as the music dies.
The crowd is wild as the Guns start to get the best of the brawl.
“Wow! They meant it” JR says “I spoke to the guns earlier and they said they know that they are known as the pretty guys with pretty moves. But not tonight they out here to kick ass, they are out here for payback!”
And indeed they are. Shelly grabs Homicide’s arm and Irish whips him into the corner, following up with a dropkick that throws his head right back. Meanwhile Sabin kicks Hernandez in the gut, keeling him over and then running for the ropes and nailing a running side dropkick to the head taking him down. Shelly now beats on Homicide in the corner, beating him down with stomps and punches and then following up by backing off, lining up and then running forward and delivering a sliding dropkick right to his crotch. The crowd reacts as Homicide holds his nether regions and slumps to the mat. Shelly then joins Sabin and beating down on Hernandez, but the big man is able to power them both away, they react at once however running forward and smashing into him with flying straight kicks to the back and front of his head simultaneously. Hernandez wobbles on his feet until they both then take him down with a Hi-Low Eliminator. Both Guns stand and yell out at the crowd who roar back in response. They then head to the outside and go under the ring, Shelly brings out a…pool cue, Sabin a kendo stick.
The crowd stand again as both men enters the ring with the weapons in hand, Sabin lining up his shot and nailing Homicide over the head with the stick. Shelly then swings the pool cue like a baseball bat, hitting a home run with Hernandez’s head to a loud reaction from the crowd at the sick impact. They now both pick up Homicide and set him up for something but he, perhaps out of desperation to survive, starts fighting back driving Shelly out of the ring and then picking up the pool cue and smashing it hard down over Sabin’s head. Hernandez is now back up and crawling outside, but Shelly jumps up onto the top rope and takes him out on the floor with a springboard cross body. However Homicide has now grabbed himself a steel chair from the announce position and without even folding it drives the seat into the back of Sabin’s head as he crawls to the outside. Back over on the other side of the ring Shelly now grabs Hernandez and throws him back hard head first into the security wall. But as he turns there is Homicide who smashes the kendo right over his head breaking it in two, a piece flying into the crowd.
Homicide continues to work over Shelly as Hernandez is back up now and runs forward driving Sabin down with a hard closeline, the back of his head splats the black mats on impact. But while that was going on Shelly has gained the upper hand on Homicide and now grabs the chair, folds in up and smashes it across the back of the luchadore. He then turns to see Hernandez running for him, jumping with a flying shoulder tackle, but head brings up the chair and both crumble down on impact as the shoulder and chair make impact and they both fall to the mats.
Shelly now comes to and starts to beat down on Hernandez as in comes Sabin now and runs and takes Homicide down with a standing running cross body. He then starts to beat down on Homicide now. Shelly now grabs Hernandez by the back of the head and smashes him face first off the ring steps. Hernandez hits them and perhaps out of survival instinct starts to crawl away up the ramp as Shelly follows. By the ring Sabin takes Homicide over with a hurricanrana, sending him flying face first into the ring post and when he falls follows that up with a diving elbow drop from the apron to the floor. On the ramp now Hernandez and Shelly are trading punches, Homicide and Sabin starting to head their way as well. Hernandez they manages to scoop Shelly up and drives him down into the ramp with a scoop slam. Sabin now runs up and engages him, dropkicking him falling back over the guard wall into the fans. The ramp side front rows scatter as Hernandez stands in the people and groggily looks up to see Sabin fly off the guard wall down onto him with a diving senton, both men disappearing into the mass of the screaming humanity. Meanwhile Shelly and Homicide are going at it now and also cross into the crowd, brawling all the way up to the concession tables. Security are trying to hold the wild people back now as Shelly and Homicide trade punches, Shelly now falling back into a table of t-shirts. Homicide then grabs himself the garbage can from next to it and drives it down into the back of Alex. We get double vision, split screen as Sabin and Hernandez fight back further and further into the people towards where their partners are, and Homicide and Sabin continues to go at it at the merchandise stands.
Homicide then hip tosses Shelly hard over and into a table taking it out with him. He then picks Shelly up in a power slam position and drives him down through the t-shirt table, sending merch’ flying as the table gives way. He then goes for the first cover of the match, the ref there to count 1….2….NO! Shelly kicks out to Homicides aggravation; he stands and boots Shelly in the back of the head to express this. Now Hernandez and Sabin finally join them, fighting into the concession area as well. Sabin going to Irish whip him but Hernandez putting on the breaks and sending him flying over a guard rail back into the crowd aisle way. But Shelly is back up now and jumping up onto the shoulders of the turning Homicide sends him flying back with a hurricanrana threw the back wall of t-shirts taking that out as well. He then grabs a nearby table, picks it up and uses it as a weapon, driving it down into Hernandez three times, one after the other. He then brings it with him as he heads back to the guard wall and climbs back over to the ramp, throwing the table on it. Sabin now joins him and the partners regroup as threw the crowd come LAX towards them, coming over the guard wall and now the war continues on the entrance ramp, back and forth the punches go. That is until Hernandez boots Sabin in the gut, gets him into position, hoists him up and drives him down with a border toss down hard onto the ramp. He then crawls over and covers for 1…2…NO! Shelly breaks it up but is immediately engaged in punishment by Homicide. Homicide then takes him down and then walks over, grabbing the table and hoisting it up, then dropping back, suplexing the table down onto Shelly to a huge “oh!” From the crowd. He then sets the table up and grabs Shelly, bringing him up onto it and setting up for the Cop Killa, but at the least second Shelly is able to climb down him, hooks his arms with his legs and then flip over down through the table with a sunset flip! The place is going insane as he covers 1…2…NO! Hernandez breaks it up.
He then goes down the ramp, gets himself the steel chair from earlier and comes back with it in hand. He reels back and smashes it down hard over Shelly’s head and covers for 1….2….NO! Sabin is back and breaks that up! Hernandez yells out in aggravation and stands, beating Sabin back but now Shelly now has the chair and drives it into the back of Hernandez taking him down. He then yells to Sabin to get ready for something, then picks Hernandez up into a kneeling position and holding the chair over his head. Sabin nods and walks up to the top of the entrance stage, then with a breath starts running at full speed down the ramp towards them, at the last second jumping up and smashing into the chair with a running dropkick, sending the chair flying back into the face of Hernandez, sending him flying back off the ramp to the concrete floor below. The crowd erupts in applause for that one as Sabin holds himself with on hand and yells out as he holds up the other to them.
Shelly meanwhile has gone under the ring and found himself another table, pulling it out and setting it up by ringside. Sabin now grabs Hernandez and brings him down, both Guns now hoist him up onto the top rope and the crowd begins to buzz. Sabin now goes under for the powerbomb, Shelly readying the neck and then as the crowd explode they drop back and drives Homicide off the ring apron threw the table on the floor with the Made in Detroit.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Roars out in one thunderous voice as Sabin puts his arm over for the 1…2…3!
The crowd erupts as Finkle calls it. “Ladies and Gentleman your winners and still Tag Team Champions, the Motor City Machine Guns!”
The place goes wild as the guns hold themselves in pain and are handed their belts, hug each other and then get their hands raised and celebrates.
“This folks may have been one of the damdest fights I have ever seen! What a war! The guns retain and man do they deserve it!” JR calls as we fade to another commercial for Wrestlemania
IC Title
“Yes indeed Wrestlemania will be a hell of a night, the biggest ever perhaps but who will be the Intercontinental Champion on that night? We are about to find out” JR says as we cut to ringside as the bell rings.
“Ladies and Gentleman” Finkle calls “the following match is set for one fall and is for the Intercontinental Championship!”
Y2J gets a huge pop, Liger gets a mixed reaction as he comes out with the Darkside of Hayabusa to watch over him.
Liger looks conflicted as he looks on and to ringside where his minder Hayabusa yells orders and points at him to begin. He nods to him, albeit timidly, and then heads over towards Jericho as the bell rings.
The two breaks and then circle each other, almost running before hooking up again and Jericho takes the advantage, throwing Liger down to the mat.
Kishin gets straight back up and gets into a ready stance, the two staring each other down again as the Y2J chant reigns out. Liger comes in again and this time Jericho is able to grab him in a side head, locking it in tightly. Liger however is able to rise him up and back him into the ropes, shooting him off and running forward to meet Jericho, jumping up and rolling forward catching Jericho running in with the front spinning wheel kick. Liger stands as the crowd reacts. Liger then hits the ropes again but this time Jericho catches him coming in with a dropkick, taking him down.
Jericho stands, hitting the far ropes as Liger turns over on the mat. Jericho jumping over him and hitting the ropes on the other side. As he again Liger is stood and leapfrogs over him but Jericho slides threw under the bulldog, going behind and coming in on Liger, who just turns in time to be taken down as Jericho grabs both legs and trips him onto his back, going for a hold but Liger manages to kick him off, sending him flying across the ring.
Liger stands and Jericho comes in again and is taken down with a deep arm drag, Jericho gets straight back in and comes in and get another arm drag. Jericho stands straight the way and comes in again and this time Liger fires him back with a dropkick finally taking Jericho down. Jericho regroups sliding out of the ring the floor near the ramp. Liger stands, seeing this and hits the far ropes, coming in as Jericho climbs the ring apron and slides, driving both feet into him with the baseball slide.
The camera follows Jericho as he holds his chest from the move and then stands, turning around just in to see Liger who is now on the ring apron, running it and flying off with a diving senton onto Jericho on the floor.
Liger gets straight back up snarling, going into the ring and taking a rest as Jericho gets up on the outside.
Liger waits for Jericho to get back in the ring and regroup before the two lock up again, this time hands to hand, each mans hands wrapped around their opponents. Jericho at once begins to Liger back, using all his strength to push Liger down onto the mat, his head touching it as he arches his back. Liger suddenly begins to raise up but Jericho quickly responds, throwing Liger down hard onto the mat, this time his back touching, keeping hold of the hands. But Liger brings his feet up, pushing off Jericho’s mid section to push him back and then kipping up onto his feet, at once jumping up onto Jericho’s shoulders and sending him flying over with a hurricanrana.
Jericho tries to get right back on his feet but is holding his back in pain, the impact obviously having aggravated it allowing Liger to run forward and once again take his head off with the rolling kick. Jericho slowly now gets to his feet as Liger comes in again, raising his head up and then wailing on him with back hand chops to the chest, then grabbing his arm and backing him into the near ropes, shooting him off across the ring, but Jericho is able to put the brakes on the Irish whip Liger into the far ropes catching him coming in with a hurricanrana of his own. Jericho going for the cover and getting two.
Jericho picks Liger up and places him between his legs, hoisting him up for a powerbomb but Liger is able to drop down behind from the powerbomb position down onto his feet, grabbing hold of Jericho’s arm going down and sending him over with an arm drag takedown. Jericho is holding his back but get right back up running in for Liger but Liger is able to leapfrog over him, waiting for Jericho to hit the ropes and then catches him coming in with a belly to belly suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho stands but is at once caught with the dropkick and sent to the outside. Liger hits the opposite ropes again coming in but Jericho sees this, holding his back as he runs out the way but Liger manages to see that and stops him, rebounding off back onto his feet and vaulting over and down with a cry. Jericho taking a moment on the outside.
Kishin heads into the ring as Jericho, holding his back, gets up onto the apron. Liger comes in, nailing him with a forearm and then hooking the arm, bringing him back over into the ring with a vertical suplex but Jericho is able to drop down onto his feet and comes in. Liger turns and goes for a closeline but Jericho ducks underneath it, rises and begins nailing with straight shin kicks to Liger’s gut, finish up with a spinning back kick to the head that leave Liger back into the ropes, the ropes holding him up. Jericho then grabs Liger in the vertical suplex and drives him forward and down onto the top rope. He then runs to the second turnbuckle, jumping off in his signature style and nailing a dropkick to Liger’s head on the ring apron sending him flying off to the floor. Liger rises up using the ring upon to do so on the outside. Jericho reaches at once, running for the ropes and jumping off the second rope again, but this time springboard moonsaulting over the top rope and down on Liger on the floor. The crowd stands as one and react. Now erupting in “Y2J! Y2J!” chants.
Jericho stands, sliding back into the ring to take a breath as Liger lays out of the floor, the ref counting. Liger finally reaches the ring apron at the count of 7. But Jericho comes in throwing the ref aside. Liger however comes back, booting Jericho in the gut to sending him off, following up with a palm strike to the chest and then as Jericho reels jump up onto the top rope, back to Jericho. But Jericho manages to see this and comes in, hammering Liger in the back and then climbs onto the second ropes to join him. He then proceeds to go underneath and go for a back suplex but a he drops back Liger turns it in mid air and drives chest to chest down onto Jericho onto the mat below, covering for 1…2…NO! Jericho gets the shoulder up.
Liger then decides he has had enough, crying out as he places Jericho between his legs, hoist him up and drives him down with the powerbomb. Covering for 1…2…NO! Jericho just gets the shoulder up.
Liger shakes his head but determined picks Jericho up, going behind him for a German suplex but Jericho comes to life, reversing it and going behind himself in the waist lock, but Liger again reverses it again into his own, going to hook Jericho’s arms but Jericho drops down onto his back and brings him legs up hooking Liger and bringing him to the mat in a pin for 1…2…NO! The crowd explode, everyone standing as Liger kicks out again! But he does more than that sitting back onto Jericho and hooking his legs for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and comes for each other again, Jericho able to drop down behind and grab the head, running forward and driving Liger’s face down with the one handed bulldog.
-He the runs for the ropes, jumping off the second one and nailing the Lion Sault for 1…2…NO!!! Liger just kicks out.
Jericho stands in disbelief as the crowd are going nuts. Cutting the air to signal the end and coming in, hooking both legs and turning Liger over for the Wall of Jericho but Liger reverses it, catching Jericho for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand again, Jericho able to tackle Liger by the legs again and turn him over this time successfully locking in the walls of Jericho. The crowd are all standing, screaming for either the tap or the ropes. Liger is crying out shaking his head and crying “No!” at the referee. Finally after moments of struggle Liger is able to jump forward and grab the bottom rope. The spectators in attendance let out a collective gasp.
Jericho drops down pleading with the ref for a moment and then turns just as Liger runs in, running up him and nails him with a shinning wizard. Cover for 1…2…NO! Jericho kicks out.
But at that moment as Jericho stands he looks up as on the titantron Mankind appears, smiling and saying in a disturbed hushed tone “Y2J…Y2J…Y2J”
Jericho frowns then turns right in a face full of black poison mist, Jericho holds his face as Kishin comes in and drops him with a brain buster for 1…2…3!
The place gives a mixed reaction but many clap for both men as they lay on the mat. Finally Liger stands and with the black liquid dripping from his chin he gets his hand raised and handed the belt he has now held since last august. The reign continuing.
“Here is your winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion Kishin Liger!” Finkle announces to the crowd to another mixed reaction.
Now on the entrance stage Mankind comes out and stands there with a creepy smile on his face as he looks at Jericho. In the ring Darkside of Hayabusa holds his own title as he comes into the ring to order Liger to the back. But as he does out of nowhere Kishin kicks him in the gut and drops him with a Liger bomb, the crowd erupt with cheers as Liger stands over the prone body of X Division Champion and then looks up with a snarl to the shocked and confused Mankind. Liger then looks down and spits on Hayabusa before walking up the ramp and spitting in the direction of Mankind. Foley snarls and heads to the back. The crowd is cheering for Liger now as he heads up the ramp, but as he does thunder starts to rumble and the lights flicker in anger.
“I think Liger just excommunicated himself from the Dominion. But what does this mean about the other Liger? What part has he got in this? And what will the Undertaker do about it? How will his minder Hayabusa react when he gets up…this strange tale continues folks” JR says as we head to the back.
Interlude
We are now in the Interview area with the Undertaker. Okerlund looking up as he evil boos unnervingly.
“Umm…Undertaker. Next you face AJ Styles in the final of the Road to Wrestlemania tournament you made to decide who will face the winner of the Royal Rumble Shawn Michaels at Wrestlemania to decide who will be crowned the WWF Champion, a belt you vacated due to the events of last month. Thoughts heading into this one?”
“Only that AJ Styles was lucky last month. He has a guardian angel watching over him in Bret Hart. But tonight he is all alone, all alone with me and as all those I have torn threw to get to this final will attest to, that is worse than hell itself. Tonight I finally finish of the flash in the pain, the lucky little fool known as AJ Styles who speaks of taking revenge upon me. Revenge upon me AJ? Last month’s events made me very…VERY angry and tonight I will channel that. Tonight is now about your dreams or your revenge; it is about my furious vengeance being brought down upon you. AJ Styles Rest….In….Peace.”
The crowd react as Okerlund breaths hard and looks to the camera, Taker walking off.
“Gentleman back to you. It is time.”
Main Event
“Ladies and Gentleman” Finkle is standing in the ring as the crowd cheer and buzz “it is now time for your main event of the evening and it is the final of the road to Wrestlemania tournament that will decide who will Shawn Michaels in the Main Event of Wrestlemania!” The crowd roars in response.
AJ comes out to a crowd ovation, Taker quicker than earlier and will a notable limp to loud boos.
“Undertaker still has a noticeable limp to his walk from the hard match earlier with Angle, in that respect AJ is the fresher of the two. And if Styles is smart he will target that weakness” JR comments. “And if the boss is smart, and he is, he will guard it” Cornette replies.
The bell rings and AJ comes in, at once going for the injured leg but Taker shuffles and back and swings at him with a punch, shuffling and keeping his leg back as he holds his fist up. AJ ducks the punch and begins moving around Taker, looking for his spot.
Just when they are about to go at it again Taker the crowd erupts. The camera cuts to ringside in the crowd where Bret Hart in civvies is walking down the aisle way and to an empty seat. Both men in the ring look over at him, AJ with a smile, Taker with an enraged snarl. He yells to security to eject Bret. Security walks over but as they walk up to the seated Hitman he holds up a ticket. Securities check it and then turn and shrug to Taker, saying there is nothing they can do.
“Nothing you can do…kick him out. He is distracting the performers; he is interfering in this match!” Cornette rants. “By doing what? Watching?” JR counters.
Taker can only grit his teeth in Anger at Bret and the security and then turn back to AJ and try and concentrate on the match. But as soon as he turns Styles is there and takes his leg out with a chop block.
“Oh come on!” Cornette yells. “Like is said. AJ has the ring smarts” JR replies.
AJ drags Taker back by his long leg and goes to work on it, kicking at it and then driving the point of the blow into it as Taker scream out.
Live from Chicago, IL
We open with a video package hyping the importance of tonight leading into Wrestlemania.
We then cut to the arena, fireworks explode from the custom stage and the sold out crowd goes wild.
“Hello everyone and welcome to No Way Out! I am Jim Ross alongside Jim Cornette and tonight folks we set the final piece of the Wrestlemania Main Event puzzle into place. Who will face Shawn Michaels to decide the new and undisputed World Wrestling Federation Champion? We will find out tonight.”
“Yeah and tonight will also be a night Ross that will answer many questions” we cut to Cornette and Ross at the announce table as Cornette speaks “it will also be the night that this little resistance movement will be crushed, their dreams crushed under the Lord of Darkness’s heel!”
“That remains to be seen. But right now we are going to head to Howard Finkle to get things going here with the Semi Finals.”
Semi Finals: Edge VS AJ Styles
“Ladies and Gentleman the opening contest is the first match of Road to Wrestlemania Tournament Semi Finals and is for one fall to a finish!” Finkle announces in the centre of the ring.
*Play Edge and AJ Out*
“These two men” JR comments “one in service of his duty to his master, one out to catch the dream that was robbed from him last months.”
“Oh come on! Bret Hart….”
“AJ never asked for help! But now he gets his shot. Edge, AJ Styles here we go.”
The bell rings and we are underway in the first semi final match. Edge walks forward nodded to Edge and trash talking as he shakes his head as only Edge can. AJ does not reply with words but instead just reels back and blasts Edge in the face with an elbow. Edge falls away and comes back with one of his own and again AJ fires back with another.
“Wow! AJ clearly has it in for anyone in his way as he heads to the top, as he heads to take what’s his. And so far he has had every man he has faced in this tournament members of the Dominion. Taker hasn’t made it easy for him but he’s here and only Edge remains until the Final…but Edge has been what AJ hasn’t officially yet been. The World Wrestling Federation Champion!” JR commentates as they go back and forth with stiff blows.
That ends as AJ ducks down behind and locks in a waist lock, dropping Edge around and forward with a rear waist slam face first, but as Edge hits the mat he struggles and reaches around for Style’s body. Standing and getting to his feet and driving his elbow back into AJ’s face to break it and then go around and reverse it into a waist lock of his own, dropping back with a reverses DDT but AJ landing on his feet as Edge stands and turns in shock before AJ runs in a rolls him up for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and go for each other, Edge going for the running big boot but AJ ducks down under it, grabbing the feet so that Edge is rolled up on his back but Edge kicks up, hooking AJ’s arms with his feet and rolling him over and up for 1….2…NO!
AJ now runs in and goes behind for a school boy now 1…2…NO! Edge reverses that rolling AJ up again. 1…2…NO! Both men run in for each other again as they stand and Edge drives the elbow to the face and then as AJ falls to his back goes for the ladderal press for a quick 1 count. AJ backs off stands, runs in and is taken down with a shoulder tackle straight into another cover for 1…2…NO! Both men back off and go to ready stance as they stand to a polite applause for the smarter members of the crowd.
Both men come in and trash talk some more before Edge now swings for Styles but AJ ducks it and goes behind, nailing a hard knife edge chop to the chest backing Edge back but Edge quickly come sot life and answers back with an forearm to the head. Chop from AJ, forearm from Edge, chop, forearm, chop, straight punch, chop, hard punch finally sends AJ falling back groggily as the crowd boos at Edge. Edge yells at them and taunts them some more before going in now and whipping AJ into the ropes but AJ comes firing out and takes Edge down with a shoulder tackle now. AJ now runs for the ropes and goes to jump over the downed Edge but Edge grabs his leg and trips him face first into the mat and then holding the leg stands and goes for a single leg Boston crap but Styles manages to bring his other leg up now and take him over with the head scissors. Edge is now in the ropes but as AJ stands and taunts him how runs in but AJ leap frogs over him and lets him rebound off the ropes, dropping down and letting him pass over and hits the other ropes coming in bam! Nailed right in the mouth with a dropkick.
Edge falls back and rolls himself outside the ring for some breathing room. AJ now looks out at the crowd who are going nuts and then hits the ropes, running across the ring and jumping up and over….Edge however sees it and move out the way…but Styles lands feet first on the ring apron. Edge comes and grabs his foot but Styles kicks him away with a back heel hard into the guard rail and without even the aid of the rope leaps back and down onto Edge with a moonsault from the apron to the floor….but Edge moves out the way! AJ however counters that landing straight onto his feet perfectly and then nailing Edge hard in the back with a jumping roundhouse kick with a sick splat! Edge falls forward holding his back as Styles grabs his breath and stands, the crowd erupting in chants of “AJ! AJ! AJ!”
Styles now comes in but Edge is there and drives the point of the elbow back into his mouth. He then grabs Styles head and viciously throws his face down hard into the ring apron.
Edge now rolls into the ring breaking the refs ten count and then coming in on Styles again, grabbing him by the arm and Irish whipping him with velocity into and over the ring steps, the top level coming out of place as Styles chest hits them and he falls over head over heels.
Edge is in firm control with that one, smiling sickly to himself as he comes in and grabs AJ by the head, whipping him into the ring and following in. He boots Edge with stiff kicks on the mat as he catches his breath and then picks him up and drops him back with a snap vertical suplex, he follows that up with a reverse sit out face buster and hooks the leg for 2.
He reaches down and scoops AJ up and lifts him up for the electric chair drop, walking forward with him on his shoulders and smiling…but AJ come sot life and rolls forward, hooking Edge on the way down and rolling him up for 1….2…NO!
The crowd is really alive now as both men stand, sucking air as they come for each other again. They got o grab for each other but Edge grabs Style’s jaw and drops down for the sit down jaw breaker. He then stands and goes in for the quick spear but AJ side steps it and sends him into the corner, and as he rises up in it AJ runs forward and up him nailing a shinning wizard, then as he is dropping back throws him away with a monkey flip. Styles now stands and seeing Edge in position jumps up onto the top rope and down with the splt legged moonsault into a cover for 1…2…NO!
AJ now out of it picking Edge up and whips him to the corner but Edge but on the breaks and turns in, pulling AJ in and driving him down with the Impaler DDT and hooking the leg for 1….2….NO!!! AJ kicks out and the crowd pops huge.
Edge now stands with a crazy look in his eye, pulling on his hair in rage and then gets a wild look in his eye as he backs into the corner. The crowd stay stood and buzz in anticipation as AJ stands, many trying to warn him as he turns and Edge flies out of the corner for the spear…but AJ side steps it and goes around, waiting for Edge to turn and then nailing him with the Pele Kick and covering for 1….2…3!
The crowd explode as AJ’s music hits and the bell rings.
“Your winner who now advances to the Finals AJ Styles!” Finkle calls to louder cheers.
As AJ gets his hand raised he backs out of the ring and heads up the ramp to loud cheer, Edge coming too and looking on at him in anger.
“One more AJ, one more buddy and you will achieve the dream of dreams! You will headline Wrestlemania!” JR says as we fade to a commercial package.
Strap Match
When we come back Finkle is in the ring.
“Ladies and Gentleman the following is the grudge leather strap match!” The crowd stand and cheer.
*Play out Anderson and Randy Savage*
Savage and Anderson stare across the ring at each other as the referee joins them together with the brown hide leather strap.
“This folks is a grudge match. This is going to get ugly between these two blood rivals” JR comments.
The bell ring and Anderson and Savage step out of their corners, but keep their distance, the straps on their right wrists. Kennedy now gives a swagger of his head, a bit of mouth he is known for and gives his signature pose to loud boos. Savage nods at this, grins and then grabs the leather strap and yanks it hard, bringing Anderson flying towards him and taking his head off with a running closeline coming in to a big pop. Ken doesn’t know where he is as he stumbles to his feet and Savage comes in, whaling away on his with knife edge chops and then pulling him in close with the strap and hip tossing him to the mat another cheer from the pro Savage crowd.
As Anderson stumbles to the ropes and stands now he turns and gets walloped hard with the strap to the head and then down across the back, a sick slapping sound echoing as leather smacks against flesh. Savage doesn’t let up as Anderson drops to all four on the mat, whaling down on him with the strap over and over, Anderson’s back turning red as he cries out and falls to the mat, turning and it able to kick Savage away to buy himself some breathing room. Randy stumbles back but then turns and comes in again to whack Anderson again with the strap, but Anderson brings up the boot to the gut. He then stands, holding his back for a moment and then yanking Savage in with the strap and catching him coming in and driving him down with a scoop slam. He follows that up by dropping an elbow and then reeling back, looping the strap over and waiting with revenge in his eye as Savage stands with his back to him and gets the leather across the back, and again and again over and over it hits the Macho Man’s bare flesh, it now also turning red. Savage is now able to turn around and smack him away.
Both men reel back away and turn towards each other, their backs red as they both reach down and grab for the strap, pulling at it like a tug of war then trying to scoop up as much as they can in their hands. Finally they come closer and closer together, strap running out as now Savage loops it over and swings but Anderson rolls forward under it and stands behind him. He then pulls Randy in and boots him in the gut, following up with a right hand and then coming in and another, beating Savage to his knees now. Savage knelt over at the ropes as Anderson comes in and drives an forearm to the back, standing and then dropping another in a Hitman or Austin like fashion. He then Savage up and backs him into the corner, hammering away on him into it, pulling him out with the strap and delivering another hard shot to the head. He then grabs Savage’s arm and backs him into the ropes, shooting him off across the ring, but Savage puts on the break and reverses it into one of his own, shooting him into the ropes and dropping down for a back body drop sending Anderson down to the mat.
Anderson now scrambles and crawls as fast as he can out of the ring to the floor to get away. Savage stands and looks down at him pulling on the strap to pulls Anderson hard into the ring apron and then jerking him into the ring now with all his strength and then hammering down onto him with the strap. Anderson again crawls for dear life of the ring but this time Savage follows him out. Anderson gets the guard wall then turns, being pulled hard right into a clubbing axe handle from Macho. Anderson struggles to get up on the ring apron, Savage bringing down and blow across the back, pulling him up and driving the strap into it again. Anderson crawls into the ring to get away but Savage is right on him with boots to the back of the head, viciously he stomps away all his anger he has built up for this man over the last several months. He then loops the strap over again and again drives it hard into the back of Anderson. Reeling back again and going to work over and over with the strap as Anderson tries to roll over, cover up, anything to stop the ass whipping he is getting. Savage taking out all that anger, all that frustration as he slaps away with the strap over and over.
Anderson now tries to run for it, jumping over the top rope and out but Savage has the strap and holds on, keeping him dangling there on the ring apron, not going anywhere. He now comes in and pulls him up on the apron, hammering into him with a hard right hand, then again whipping him with the strap, leaving him to the floor but keeping hold. He then pulls him up on the apron again, hooking him and falls back into the ring with a vertical suplex.
He whips him again now and then pulling Anderson hard up onto his feet and pulling him with him he heads out and to the top rope as the crowd stand. He then flies off and down with the double axe handle. The crowd cheer big time as Savage pulls Anderson up now and jerks him in right to an elbow and then a backhand chop followed by a scoop slam. Savage now heads to the tope again but Anderson is getting to his feet, but Savage ready clubs the hands and again comes off and down with the double ace handle, dropping to his knees as Anderson falls, catching his breath. Savage now stands and again heads to the top for a third falling double ace handle but this time Anderson comes to life and jerks him down off the top rope straight into a hard right hand to the gut. The crowd react with an “oh!” As Savage keels over and falls to the mat. Anderson falling back as well.
We get a shot on the outside as Ms. Elizabeth is holding his mouth and trying to look away but can’t. Anderson comes in and whales away with the strap now, Savage crawling and reaching for the ropes as he cries out, getting his back and hide whipped like a dog. Anderson now stands and pulls him in into a scoop power slam, down hard to the mat. He then follows that up with a side Russian leg sweep and stands, breathing hard and now is the first to try and go for victory. He walks over and touches one corner, turning back to pull Savage with him as he goes to the other and slaps that, he then goes to the third but Savage pulls him back towards him and smashes him hard in the face coming in with a dropkick to the jaw. The crowd pop as Savage now stands and goes for the corner, touches one, touches two, touches three but at the fourth just as he reaches it Anderson runs in and smashes him hard in the back with a clubbing blow, then a shot to the face and then finally dropping him with a DDT. Both men lie out of it on the mat as the crowd cheer and then begin to stomp and clap, willing Macho man back to his feet. Liz is doing the same, slamming the ring apron with both hands.
But Anderson is the first to his feet, groggily he moves forward and hits one corner, then goes over the other and hits that, and a third but now Savage stands and pulls him back as he does grabbing and turning him and dropping him down pelvis first with an atomic drop. Savage now stands and to a big ovation points to the corner. The crowd louder still as Anderson lays out on the mat and he rises up, spreading his arms into the air and going for it…but Anderson quickly gets to his feet and yanks Savage hard off the top rope down onto his shoulders! Rolling forward for the Green-bay Plunge. The crowd let out a sound of disappointment but also excitement from the move as both men lay out of it again on the mat.
Anderson now stands and breathing hard move forward and touches one corner, slowly he moves and drags Savage with him to touch two corners, the crowd yelling for Savage to get up as he moves over and slaps the third, he then moves over and reaches for the fourth when Savage stands and pulls him back to the crowd audible relief, catching him coming and drooping him down again with the scoop slam. Finally he then comes to his feet and with wife and thousands screaming for him he heads to the top rope again, waiting no time now in rising up and flying off and down with the big elbow. But as he drops it the strap gives way and snaps. Savage now stands and the referee moves in seeing a piece only of the leather on his wrist. Both Savage ignores him and moves over touching one corner, two, three…and four to a huge ovation!
“He’s done it! Randy Savage has…” JR yells. “Hey no! Wait and minuet Ross” Cornette cuts him off.
The referee comes in now shaking his head and crossing his arms and he tries to tell Savage, then shows him in his confusion that the strap broke and therefore it doesn’t count. Savage curses at him but the referee shrugs and says he is only following the rules. He then grabs the part of Savages strap, then Anderson’s as he slowly crawls to his knees and tries them tightly together. He then turns to both and gives the go ahead to continues. As soon as he does Savage is jerked right in and dropped with a mic check! The crowd boos loudly as Anderson slowly crawls up and touches one corner, two, three and four!
The boos are deafening as Anderson’s music plays and he is announce the winner. He fatigue and pain slowly now start to turn to a cocky smiles as he drops down to his knees and rolls out of the ring. Blowing a kiss to the disappointed and livid Elizabeth as he heads up the aisle, watching Savage as he comes to in the ring, leaving the victor.
Semi Finals: Undertaker VS Angle
*Play Undertaker & Angle*
Undertaker and Angle stare across the ring at each other, each fierce determined in their stance. Taker snarling at him.
The two wrestlers come out of their corners as the referee steps between them and calls for the bell then signals for them to begins.
The crowd is loud and still on its feet as the two step forward and go nose to nose. Angle looks up into the Undertaker’s eyes, Taker looking right back.
Finally after a moment they step back away from each other. Angle crouches and assumes a wrestling stance, Undertaker raises his fists the moves them like a prize fighter as they both step forward again. Undertaker is the first to move swinging for Angle with a punch but Angle is able to duck it and go behind. Undertaker turns around to face him and the two circles each other again. Angle steps forward no, arms outstretched and going for Undertaker’s legs but the phenom is there to meet him with a straight right hand, followed by the left, one, two, one, two, nailing Angle again and again back into the corner and watching as he falls back into it hard. Angle is down only for a moment, his eyes wide from the surprise volley and shaking his head to try and clear it as he uses the ropes to pull him back up and step forward in a ready stance again. Taker moves forward going for another series of blow but this time Angle gets underneath grabbing Taker’s long legs and pushing him down into the mat, moving over him and locking in a front face lock.
Undertaker rises up powering Angle off and then breaks it, lifting his leg for a big boot which Angle ducks underneath and drops down behind the other leg and delivers a chop block that sends Taker down in pain.
Angle sees the weakened leg and like a shark that smells blood goes for it, picking the leg up and kicking at it, finally looking a leg lock on the Phenom’s calf and knee, wrapping one leg around as he drop down and vices in the hold deeper.
Undertaker lets out a cry of pain and drops down onto the mat. The Referee moves in to count put Undertaker’s rises before he can and starts swing for Angles head, but the long legs of the Undertaker are his disadvantage and he can’t reach. He tries to sit up further and swing, jump up and swing but Angle keeps his head out of the way. Taker is able to brings his leg toward him, Angle stands, trying keep hold as Taker pulls away, finally Undertaker leans the leg right back and then kick off sending Angle flying.
Undertaker gets up onto his leg striking Angle back into the rope and then walking forward, lifting and moving his leg to try and walk off the damage before moving in on the attack again.
Undertaker nails Kurt again with a good shot and the grabs his arm, twisting his wrist and stepping under for the wrist lock. He then pulls the arm in and delivers his shoulders to the elbow joint twice, watching as Angle falls to the mat. Undertaker then heaves him up into the arm by his arm as the crowd gasp at Undertaker’s power and brings him down again hard onto the mat follows it up by bring his leg through and almost leg dropping it into the mat before stepping over and applying an arm lock on the mat.
Taker stands again, still holding on to Angle’s arm and pulling him back up with it, clasping his hand now and heading to the top rope. In his usual style the phenom walks the top rope and flies off nailing old school perfectly.
Angle falls back for a moment then comes in and is taken down with the big boot. Undertaker then hits the ropes and follows that with a leg drop and cover for 2.
Taker grabs Angle by the head and pulls him toward the ropes, going outside and then pulling Angle’s head under the bottom rope and nailing him with two good elbows. In his classic style he then ascends the steps and jumps with a leg drop over Angle on the apron. Angle falls to the floor as Undertaker rolls back into the ring and breaks the count before heading out again.
He gets Angle with a couple more blows before rolling him back into the ring.
Angles stumbles to his feet and turns into the oncoming Undertaker big boot but manages to duck under it, go behind and apply a rear waist lock, falling back and letting go for the German suplex. Angle picks Taker up and throws him into the corner, nailing him with repeated shot that send the Deadman falling down the turnbuckle. Angle brings his leg up as Taker reaches the middle corner buckle and begins kicking the hell out of him in the corner. Taker finally drops to seated position as Angle continues the kicks to the chest and head. The referee moves in a counts 1..2…3…4… Angle breaks off at the last possible second.
He then goes in again on Undertaker and takes him over, hooking the arm and applying the butterfly stretch with his knee into Undertaker’s back.
Taker manages to power out sending Angle flying over and then standing. Angle come in and clasped around the neck. The fans erupt but Angle brings up his leg and kicks away fast and furious at Undertaker’s knee forcing him to break the hold and stumble back holding his leg. Angle comes in for the kill but Taker bring his right hand up and smashes Angle right in the mouth with a knock shot that sends him falling down to a “oh!” From the crowd.
Undertaker in now limping as he walks forward, his leg hurt but going in on the kill again and kicking at Angle on the mat. Angle manages to reach up and nail Taker in the side of the head, Undertaker drops down and Angle vices him with his legs, taking him over and continues to nail him with repeated blows to the head. Taker however manages to roll over himself and still in the vice of Angle’s legs; Angle’s head not on the mat strikes Kurt hard with repeated blows finally breaking the legs apart. He then gets to his feet and Angle comes in and takes him down with a closeline.
He once again grabs Angle’s arm and once again goes to the rope for the second old school of the match, walking the ropes with ease. This time however Angle pulls on the arm, pulling Taker down off the top rope and into his waist lock which Angle turns into a belly to belly suplex. The crowd reacts as Angles rolls over and covers for 2.
Angle stands and then goes back on the injured leg, lifting it up and kicking at it again, dropping down and delivering and elbow to the knee and locking in a hold again. Undertaker tries to reach for Angle’s head but the gold medalist stand kicking at the leg again begins pulling it and Taker with it toward the corner. Angle keep hold as he goes to outside and brings Undertaker’s leg to the other side, driving it into the corner hard and then hooking it, dropping back and locking in a figure four leg lock on the turnbuckle corner. Taker slams the mat with his arm and lets out with cries of pain and the referee begins counting. 1…2…3…4...Angle lets go and watches as Taker reels back into the ring holding his damaged wheel.
Angle comes in and begins on the leg again, hooking it and this time dropping forward and driving his knee into it.
He stands stepping through and spinning apply the figure four. However Undertaker is able to react up and grab Angle rolling him up for 1…2…NO! Angle manages to break free and then straight the way goes back on the leg again kicking and punching at it and once again locking in the leg lock. Taker reaches for Angle uses all his strength to turn over and push Angle off and sending him flying chest first into the corner. Undertaker stands as Angle lays face first on the second turnbuckle. He stumbles forward his leg obviously hurt. He grabs Angle barely able to walk but lifts him up and drives him into the corner with snake eyes, doing his best to run for the far ropes but having to do so gingerly on the his injured leg coming back on the rebound for Angle but Angle counters and goes behind, hooking the waist and delivering another German suplex, this time not letting go and standing delivering another, he keep it hooked again and stands, a third German, he stands and again going for four put Taker bring his elbow up and nails Angle both side of the head. Angle releases it and stumbles back and Taker turns. Angle comes back in and is caught around the throat and driven down with the chokeslam. Cover for 1…2…NO! Angle kicks out.
-Taker stumbles to his feet again and grabs Angle, placing him between his legs for the last ride. Angle however comes to life ducking down behind one leg and tripping Taker down and applying the Ankle lock.
The crowd all stand as one, the place roaring and screaming as Undertaker struggles in the Ankle lock. After a moment Taker is able to roll onto his back and kick Angle off. But Angle is unrelenting coming back in a locking it in again. Taker cries out reaching for the rope and finally launches forward and grabs it.
Angle has to be pushed away by the referee but as Taker grabs the ropes and pulls himself up Angle comes it but wham! Is nailed with a big boot. Taker walks forward, trying to walk it off and then turns but Angle is right there and drops behind falling back for an Angle slam but Taker lands on his feet, winces and moving his injured leg as Angle turns, is grabbing and is driven down into the mat with the last ride. Taker drops down and covers for 1…2…NO! The crowd goes insane as Angle kicks out. Taker slams the mat and the noise is deafening.
“No! Not yet! Angle’s Wrestlemania dreams are not over yet!” JR yells in excitement.
Taker now stands and in frustration goes over to the corner and begins ripping at the top turnbuckle, pulls it off and turning back towards Angle. The referee pleading with him but he throws him aside and comes in for Angle…but Angle is right there and kicks at the injured knee joint, grabbing Taker by the head and going to drive him face first into the turnbuckle but Undertaker reverses it and drives Angle down face first hard into it. Angle stumbles back, we can see he has been cut open by the metal as he turns and is scooped up and dropped down with the Tombstone piledriver for 1…2…3!
“Wow! Well weather you like the evil bastard or now, and I don’t, you have to hand it to him. Despite the turnbuckle at the end he won this war fair and square! A hell of a match and the Phenom advances!” JR calls. “How will Taker make it to the next match?” Cornette protests as the Phenom struggles to stand on the injured leg.
“Well folks now we know. The Undertaker and AJ Styles will be our main event once more. One of those men is going to Wrestlemania to face Shawn Michaels for the vacant Championship. Who will it be? Man!”
Undertaker is holding himself and limping but throwing away help as he stumbles up the aisle to the back. In the ring Angle looks up out a pool of his own blood, shows anger and then slumps to the mat.
Women’s Number One Contendership
*Play Women*
As the two stand across from each other, staring each other down JR calls it.
“Well. One of these two will face Kendra for the title at Wrestlemania. But for them it’s very personal. This is going to be brutal.”
The bell sounds and Kong goes in at once and begins beating down on Trish with clubbing fist blows. Trish responds bring her forearm up and returning with a couple of blows of her own. The two women begin exchanging punches back and forth. This has got fierce fast.
Kong grabs Trish by the back of the head as they back into the centre of the ring and throws her by the head and hair back into the far corner and continue to go in on the attack. Kong comes in and gets several hard shots to the chest of Trish in the corner. Kong then grabs Trish and whips her off the ropes to the ropes on the other side. Going for the attack on the rebound but Trish ducks down between the legs of Kong and goes in getting shots in as she turns around. Trish then takes to the ropes and comes off but Kong is there to meet her and Trish runs right into a hard spear! Kong follows that up by dropping an elbow and going for a 2 count.
Kong picks Trish up, grabs her by the head and throws her hard by the head with a toss to the other side of the ring. Trish gets to a crawling position, her face that of pain but Kong is there with a boot to the back sending her back down. Kong then goes back on the attack and grabs Trish by the head but Trish is ever fighting and begins getting several blows to the gut of Awesome Kong, fighting her off. Kong however keeps her ground and hits Trish hard with a head but sending her down to the mat.
Kong now picks Trish up and lands multiple blows, followed up by back chops to chest. Trish crawls up onto the second rope but Kong is there and brings her leg up to choke Trish on the rope. The ref counts and gets 4 as Kong backs off and lets Trish fall to the mat. Kong then picks Trish up and takes her back down with a forward falling slam. She picks Trish up again and slams her again back down with a gut buster. Kong moves in like a shark that smells blood and begins slamming her foot into Trish’s back and head. She then steps over the grabs Trish, applying the camel clutch. The hold is wrenched in and we can here Trish crying out in pain beneath Kong’s hands. She continues to pull the hold in but Trish is refusing to give up. Kong’s eyes are wide with intent and rage as she tightens the hold. The crowd begins to clap and stomp willing Trish to get out of it. Finally Trish wills of her strength and manages to power out getting to her feet and getting in a couple of blows to Kong but she fights back, grabs Trish’s head again and throws her into the corner. She follows that up by running forward and close lining Trish hard in the corner.
Kong ever merciless follows that up by grabbing Trish again, putting her between her legs for the piledriver. But as she hoist her up Trish manages to take her over with a back body drop then stands watching as Kong turns around and then hits the ropes, coming off and hitting the dropkick. But Kong is still standing, stumbling but standing. Trish won’t give up and hits another dropkick. But again Kong is still standing and stumbling! Trish then goes to the top rope and flies off with a diving cross body block. This time Kong falls down with Trish and Trish puts her arm over for 1...2...NO! Kong powers out and throws Trish off of her.
Kendra and Trish charge forward as they stand, Trish grabbing the head off Kong and going for it. Running up to corner for the Stratisfaction bulldog. She vaults off the corner but Kong catches her body in mid air and counters it driving Trish down with a falling slam. Cover for 1...2...NO! Trish just gets the shoulder up.
Kong is frustrated as hell now as she reaches down and pulls Trish up but Trish comes to life again, hammering back away on her and then hitting the rope and coming it with a flying shoulder tackle taking Kong down. She then heads to the top rope and flies off as Kong stands with a moonsault, but Kong catches her out of mid air, but Trish spins around out of it and drives her down with a reverse tornado DDT! She now crawls over and covers for 1….2…NO!
Trish now is visibly hurt as she stands, holding her head and ribs as she turns but then snarls as Kong gets to her knees and runs in and nails an ensurguri to the side of the head of Kong taking her down again. She then reaches down and picks Kong up, shooting her into the ropes but Kong catches herself there. Trish sees this and charges forward at her in the ropes, Kong however ducks down and sends her over with a back body drop over the rope and to the floor below.
Kong stumbles forward as the crowd reach and after a moment Trish starts to stir on the outside and stands, Kong hitting the ropes and using them to vault herself over and down onto Trish with a plancha! But Trish moves out of the way leaving Kong to crash hard through the crowd barrier! The security wall panel crumbles under her and fans scattering as she lands in them. Chants of “Holy shit! Holy shit!” Begin to reign down as the fall is replayed over and over to the people at home.
Trish is now out of her feet but has recovered, breaking the count and then heading to the apron, waiting for Kong to stumble to her feet and then jumps off the apron onto Kong’s shoulders and sending her over with a hurricanrana into the steel ring steps! Kong head bouncing off the top part as it flies off its perch. Trish looks satisfied as she comes into and rolls Kong into the ring, hitting the top rope now as Kong struggles to stand in the ring and flies off with over castle and covering for 1…2…NO! Kong just kicks out!
Trish now pulls Kong up by the head and runs for the ropes, up them, turning and nailing Stratisfaction for 1…2…NO! Kong kicks out! The crowd let out gasp and cheers at the same time as Trish holds her head and falls to the mat in disbelief. She now stands and crotches, waiting for Kong to stand and then nailing her with a chick kick and covering for 1…..2…..NO!!! Kong kicks out again.
Trish is barely able to stand but drags herself on to the top rope now and yells out “get up you big bitch!” As she perches on the top rope. She then flies off onto Kong’ shoulders and nails and west coast pop for 1…2…NO! Kong kicks out again! The air is let out the arena, a massive “Oh!” sounding out.
Trish now pulls herself, wills herself to stand again and heads to the top rope again, going for it again and as Kong stands flies off onto her shoulders…but Kong this time catches her and drives her down to the mat with the Awesome Bomb! She then covers for 1…2….NO!!! Trish kicks out now! Kong and crowd are in a state of absolute shock that this one is not yet over. Kong’s eyes wide as she simply stares into space in disbelief.
She then stands with a snarl and reaches down, pulling Trish up and in for the Implant buster…but as she pulls her up Trish drops down behind and nails a dropkick to the legs of Kong. She then stands and hits the ropes running in on Kong…but Kong catches her and spins her round, driving her down with the black hole slam! But as she drops her Trish grabs her head and turns it into a tornado DDT! Both moves impact as they fall, both women out cold from each other’s moves as the crowd let out applause and cheers for both.
They lie there for moments, unmoving as the referee comes in and begins to count. As he reaches five both women’s hands slump up and cover the others chest. The referee drops down and counts 1…2…3!
The bell rings.
“Wait what? Who won?” Cornette yells in confusion. “I…don’t know. Both were covered and the referee counted it!”
Confusion is all around as both women finally start to stir, no music playing as they crawl and pull themselves up. When they come two they both start to get confused themselves, wondering who has won. Meanwhile the referee is talking to Finkle.
“Ladies and Gentleman” Howard begins “I have been informed that your winner and number one contender is…Awesome Kong” The crowd roar as both women react “and Trish Stratus!"
“What?” All, including JR say at once in confusion.
“They both won? What kinda decision is that?” Cornette asks.
“I guess…I mean. Wow! Kendra now has a busy night ahead of her on March 27th! Wow!” JR responds.
In the ring Kong and Trish stare daggers across the ring at each other, breathing hard as on the ramp Daffney and the Women’s Champion emerge. It is glares all around as we fade to a video promo for Wrestlemania.
Tag Team Championship: Falls Count Anywhere
Finkle calls the match and the teams as they make their way to the ring. LAX get loud boos over their recent actions towards the Guns and we are shown clips of the attack. The Guns get a huge ovation.
As soon as Shelly and Sabin emerge their faces are that of stone determination, their eyes locked on LAX as they march down the ramp. They both looks at each other as they reach the bottom they throw the belts down and charge for the ring engaged and beating down on Hernandez and Homicide respectively. LAX begin to fight back and fully of punches are traded back and forth in a fierce fashion as the music dies.
The crowd is wild as the Guns start to get the best of the brawl.
“Wow! They meant it” JR says “I spoke to the guns earlier and they said they know that they are known as the pretty guys with pretty moves. But not tonight they out here to kick ass, they are out here for payback!”
And indeed they are. Shelly grabs Homicide’s arm and Irish whips him into the corner, following up with a dropkick that throws his head right back. Meanwhile Sabin kicks Hernandez in the gut, keeling him over and then running for the ropes and nailing a running side dropkick to the head taking him down. Shelly now beats on Homicide in the corner, beating him down with stomps and punches and then following up by backing off, lining up and then running forward and delivering a sliding dropkick right to his crotch. The crowd reacts as Homicide holds his nether regions and slumps to the mat. Shelly then joins Sabin and beating down on Hernandez, but the big man is able to power them both away, they react at once however running forward and smashing into him with flying straight kicks to the back and front of his head simultaneously. Hernandez wobbles on his feet until they both then take him down with a Hi-Low Eliminator. Both Guns stand and yell out at the crowd who roar back in response. They then head to the outside and go under the ring, Shelly brings out a…pool cue, Sabin a kendo stick.
The crowd stand again as both men enters the ring with the weapons in hand, Sabin lining up his shot and nailing Homicide over the head with the stick. Shelly then swings the pool cue like a baseball bat, hitting a home run with Hernandez’s head to a loud reaction from the crowd at the sick impact. They now both pick up Homicide and set him up for something but he, perhaps out of desperation to survive, starts fighting back driving Shelly out of the ring and then picking up the pool cue and smashing it hard down over Sabin’s head. Hernandez is now back up and crawling outside, but Shelly jumps up onto the top rope and takes him out on the floor with a springboard cross body. However Homicide has now grabbed himself a steel chair from the announce position and without even folding it drives the seat into the back of Sabin’s head as he crawls to the outside. Back over on the other side of the ring Shelly now grabs Hernandez and throws him back hard head first into the security wall. But as he turns there is Homicide who smashes the kendo right over his head breaking it in two, a piece flying into the crowd.
Homicide continues to work over Shelly as Hernandez is back up now and runs forward driving Sabin down with a hard closeline, the back of his head splats the black mats on impact. But while that was going on Shelly has gained the upper hand on Homicide and now grabs the chair, folds in up and smashes it across the back of the luchadore. He then turns to see Hernandez running for him, jumping with a flying shoulder tackle, but head brings up the chair and both crumble down on impact as the shoulder and chair make impact and they both fall to the mats.
Shelly now comes to and starts to beat down on Hernandez as in comes Sabin now and runs and takes Homicide down with a standing running cross body. He then starts to beat down on Homicide now. Shelly now grabs Hernandez by the back of the head and smashes him face first off the ring steps. Hernandez hits them and perhaps out of survival instinct starts to crawl away up the ramp as Shelly follows. By the ring Sabin takes Homicide over with a hurricanrana, sending him flying face first into the ring post and when he falls follows that up with a diving elbow drop from the apron to the floor. On the ramp now Hernandez and Shelly are trading punches, Homicide and Sabin starting to head their way as well. Hernandez they manages to scoop Shelly up and drives him down into the ramp with a scoop slam. Sabin now runs up and engages him, dropkicking him falling back over the guard wall into the fans. The ramp side front rows scatter as Hernandez stands in the people and groggily looks up to see Sabin fly off the guard wall down onto him with a diving senton, both men disappearing into the mass of the screaming humanity. Meanwhile Shelly and Homicide are going at it now and also cross into the crowd, brawling all the way up to the concession tables. Security are trying to hold the wild people back now as Shelly and Homicide trade punches, Shelly now falling back into a table of t-shirts. Homicide then grabs himself the garbage can from next to it and drives it down into the back of Alex. We get double vision, split screen as Sabin and Hernandez fight back further and further into the people towards where their partners are, and Homicide and Sabin continues to go at it at the merchandise stands.
Homicide then hip tosses Shelly hard over and into a table taking it out with him. He then picks Shelly up in a power slam position and drives him down through the t-shirt table, sending merch’ flying as the table gives way. He then goes for the first cover of the match, the ref there to count 1….2….NO! Shelly kicks out to Homicides aggravation; he stands and boots Shelly in the back of the head to express this. Now Hernandez and Sabin finally join them, fighting into the concession area as well. Sabin going to Irish whip him but Hernandez putting on the breaks and sending him flying over a guard rail back into the crowd aisle way. But Shelly is back up now and jumping up onto the shoulders of the turning Homicide sends him flying back with a hurricanrana threw the back wall of t-shirts taking that out as well. He then grabs a nearby table, picks it up and uses it as a weapon, driving it down into Hernandez three times, one after the other. He then brings it with him as he heads back to the guard wall and climbs back over to the ramp, throwing the table on it. Sabin now joins him and the partners regroup as threw the crowd come LAX towards them, coming over the guard wall and now the war continues on the entrance ramp, back and forth the punches go. That is until Hernandez boots Sabin in the gut, gets him into position, hoists him up and drives him down with a border toss down hard onto the ramp. He then crawls over and covers for 1…2…NO! Shelly breaks it up but is immediately engaged in punishment by Homicide. Homicide then takes him down and then walks over, grabbing the table and hoisting it up, then dropping back, suplexing the table down onto Shelly to a huge “oh!” From the crowd. He then sets the table up and grabs Shelly, bringing him up onto it and setting up for the Cop Killa, but at the least second Shelly is able to climb down him, hooks his arms with his legs and then flip over down through the table with a sunset flip! The place is going insane as he covers 1…2…NO! Hernandez breaks it up.
He then goes down the ramp, gets himself the steel chair from earlier and comes back with it in hand. He reels back and smashes it down hard over Shelly’s head and covers for 1….2….NO! Sabin is back and breaks that up! Hernandez yells out in aggravation and stands, beating Sabin back but now Shelly now has the chair and drives it into the back of Hernandez taking him down. He then yells to Sabin to get ready for something, then picks Hernandez up into a kneeling position and holding the chair over his head. Sabin nods and walks up to the top of the entrance stage, then with a breath starts running at full speed down the ramp towards them, at the last second jumping up and smashing into the chair with a running dropkick, sending the chair flying back into the face of Hernandez, sending him flying back off the ramp to the concrete floor below. The crowd erupts in applause for that one as Sabin holds himself with on hand and yells out as he holds up the other to them.
Shelly meanwhile has gone under the ring and found himself another table, pulling it out and setting it up by ringside. Sabin now grabs Hernandez and brings him down, both Guns now hoist him up onto the top rope and the crowd begins to buzz. Sabin now goes under for the powerbomb, Shelly readying the neck and then as the crowd explode they drop back and drives Homicide off the ring apron threw the table on the floor with the Made in Detroit.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Roars out in one thunderous voice as Sabin puts his arm over for the 1…2…3!
The crowd erupts as Finkle calls it. “Ladies and Gentleman your winners and still Tag Team Champions, the Motor City Machine Guns!”
The place goes wild as the guns hold themselves in pain and are handed their belts, hug each other and then get their hands raised and celebrates.
“This folks may have been one of the damdest fights I have ever seen! What a war! The guns retain and man do they deserve it!” JR calls as we fade to another commercial for Wrestlemania
IC Title
“Yes indeed Wrestlemania will be a hell of a night, the biggest ever perhaps but who will be the Intercontinental Champion on that night? We are about to find out” JR says as we cut to ringside as the bell rings.
“Ladies and Gentleman” Finkle calls “the following match is set for one fall and is for the Intercontinental Championship!”
Y2J gets a huge pop, Liger gets a mixed reaction as he comes out with the Darkside of Hayabusa to watch over him.
Liger looks conflicted as he looks on and to ringside where his minder Hayabusa yells orders and points at him to begin. He nods to him, albeit timidly, and then heads over towards Jericho as the bell rings.
The two breaks and then circle each other, almost running before hooking up again and Jericho takes the advantage, throwing Liger down to the mat.
Kishin gets straight back up and gets into a ready stance, the two staring each other down again as the Y2J chant reigns out. Liger comes in again and this time Jericho is able to grab him in a side head, locking it in tightly. Liger however is able to rise him up and back him into the ropes, shooting him off and running forward to meet Jericho, jumping up and rolling forward catching Jericho running in with the front spinning wheel kick. Liger stands as the crowd reacts. Liger then hits the ropes again but this time Jericho catches him coming in with a dropkick, taking him down.
Jericho stands, hitting the far ropes as Liger turns over on the mat. Jericho jumping over him and hitting the ropes on the other side. As he again Liger is stood and leapfrogs over him but Jericho slides threw under the bulldog, going behind and coming in on Liger, who just turns in time to be taken down as Jericho grabs both legs and trips him onto his back, going for a hold but Liger manages to kick him off, sending him flying across the ring.
Liger stands and Jericho comes in again and is taken down with a deep arm drag, Jericho gets straight back in and comes in and get another arm drag. Jericho stands straight the way and comes in again and this time Liger fires him back with a dropkick finally taking Jericho down. Jericho regroups sliding out of the ring the floor near the ramp. Liger stands, seeing this and hits the far ropes, coming in as Jericho climbs the ring apron and slides, driving both feet into him with the baseball slide.
The camera follows Jericho as he holds his chest from the move and then stands, turning around just in to see Liger who is now on the ring apron, running it and flying off with a diving senton onto Jericho on the floor.
Liger gets straight back up snarling, going into the ring and taking a rest as Jericho gets up on the outside.
Liger waits for Jericho to get back in the ring and regroup before the two lock up again, this time hands to hand, each mans hands wrapped around their opponents. Jericho at once begins to Liger back, using all his strength to push Liger down onto the mat, his head touching it as he arches his back. Liger suddenly begins to raise up but Jericho quickly responds, throwing Liger down hard onto the mat, this time his back touching, keeping hold of the hands. But Liger brings his feet up, pushing off Jericho’s mid section to push him back and then kipping up onto his feet, at once jumping up onto Jericho’s shoulders and sending him flying over with a hurricanrana.
Jericho tries to get right back on his feet but is holding his back in pain, the impact obviously having aggravated it allowing Liger to run forward and once again take his head off with the rolling kick. Jericho slowly now gets to his feet as Liger comes in again, raising his head up and then wailing on him with back hand chops to the chest, then grabbing his arm and backing him into the near ropes, shooting him off across the ring, but Jericho is able to put the brakes on the Irish whip Liger into the far ropes catching him coming in with a hurricanrana of his own. Jericho going for the cover and getting two.
Jericho picks Liger up and places him between his legs, hoisting him up for a powerbomb but Liger is able to drop down behind from the powerbomb position down onto his feet, grabbing hold of Jericho’s arm going down and sending him over with an arm drag takedown. Jericho is holding his back but get right back up running in for Liger but Liger is able to leapfrog over him, waiting for Jericho to hit the ropes and then catches him coming in with a belly to belly suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho stands but is at once caught with the dropkick and sent to the outside. Liger hits the opposite ropes again coming in but Jericho sees this, holding his back as he runs out the way but Liger manages to see that and stops him, rebounding off back onto his feet and vaulting over and down with a cry. Jericho taking a moment on the outside.
Kishin heads into the ring as Jericho, holding his back, gets up onto the apron. Liger comes in, nailing him with a forearm and then hooking the arm, bringing him back over into the ring with a vertical suplex but Jericho is able to drop down onto his feet and comes in. Liger turns and goes for a closeline but Jericho ducks underneath it, rises and begins nailing with straight shin kicks to Liger’s gut, finish up with a spinning back kick to the head that leave Liger back into the ropes, the ropes holding him up. Jericho then grabs Liger in the vertical suplex and drives him forward and down onto the top rope. He then runs to the second turnbuckle, jumping off in his signature style and nailing a dropkick to Liger’s head on the ring apron sending him flying off to the floor. Liger rises up using the ring upon to do so on the outside. Jericho reaches at once, running for the ropes and jumping off the second rope again, but this time springboard moonsaulting over the top rope and down on Liger on the floor. The crowd stands as one and react. Now erupting in “Y2J! Y2J!” chants.
Jericho stands, sliding back into the ring to take a breath as Liger lays out of the floor, the ref counting. Liger finally reaches the ring apron at the count of 7. But Jericho comes in throwing the ref aside. Liger however comes back, booting Jericho in the gut to sending him off, following up with a palm strike to the chest and then as Jericho reels jump up onto the top rope, back to Jericho. But Jericho manages to see this and comes in, hammering Liger in the back and then climbs onto the second ropes to join him. He then proceeds to go underneath and go for a back suplex but a he drops back Liger turns it in mid air and drives chest to chest down onto Jericho onto the mat below, covering for 1…2…NO! Jericho gets the shoulder up.
Liger then decides he has had enough, crying out as he places Jericho between his legs, hoist him up and drives him down with the powerbomb. Covering for 1…2…NO! Jericho just gets the shoulder up.
Liger shakes his head but determined picks Jericho up, going behind him for a German suplex but Jericho comes to life, reversing it and going behind himself in the waist lock, but Liger again reverses it again into his own, going to hook Jericho’s arms but Jericho drops down onto his back and brings him legs up hooking Liger and bringing him to the mat in a pin for 1…2…NO! The crowd explode, everyone standing as Liger kicks out again! But he does more than that sitting back onto Jericho and hooking his legs for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and comes for each other again, Jericho able to drop down behind and grab the head, running forward and driving Liger’s face down with the one handed bulldog.
-He the runs for the ropes, jumping off the second one and nailing the Lion Sault for 1…2…NO!!! Liger just kicks out.
Jericho stands in disbelief as the crowd are going nuts. Cutting the air to signal the end and coming in, hooking both legs and turning Liger over for the Wall of Jericho but Liger reverses it, catching Jericho for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand again, Jericho able to tackle Liger by the legs again and turn him over this time successfully locking in the walls of Jericho. The crowd are all standing, screaming for either the tap or the ropes. Liger is crying out shaking his head and crying “No!” at the referee. Finally after moments of struggle Liger is able to jump forward and grab the bottom rope. The spectators in attendance let out a collective gasp.
Jericho drops down pleading with the ref for a moment and then turns just as Liger runs in, running up him and nails him with a shinning wizard. Cover for 1…2…NO! Jericho kicks out.
But at that moment as Jericho stands he looks up as on the titantron Mankind appears, smiling and saying in a disturbed hushed tone “Y2J…Y2J…Y2J”
Jericho frowns then turns right in a face full of black poison mist, Jericho holds his face as Kishin comes in and drops him with a brain buster for 1…2…3!
The place gives a mixed reaction but many clap for both men as they lay on the mat. Finally Liger stands and with the black liquid dripping from his chin he gets his hand raised and handed the belt he has now held since last august. The reign continuing.
“Here is your winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion Kishin Liger!” Finkle announces to the crowd to another mixed reaction.
Now on the entrance stage Mankind comes out and stands there with a creepy smile on his face as he looks at Jericho. In the ring Darkside of Hayabusa holds his own title as he comes into the ring to order Liger to the back. But as he does out of nowhere Kishin kicks him in the gut and drops him with a Liger bomb, the crowd erupt with cheers as Liger stands over the prone body of X Division Champion and then looks up with a snarl to the shocked and confused Mankind. Liger then looks down and spits on Hayabusa before walking up the ramp and spitting in the direction of Mankind. Foley snarls and heads to the back. The crowd is cheering for Liger now as he heads up the ramp, but as he does thunder starts to rumble and the lights flicker in anger.
“I think Liger just excommunicated himself from the Dominion. But what does this mean about the other Liger? What part has he got in this? And what will the Undertaker do about it? How will his minder Hayabusa react when he gets up…this strange tale continues folks” JR says as we head to the back.
Interlude
We are now in the Interview area with the Undertaker. Okerlund looking up as he evil boos unnervingly.
“Umm…Undertaker. Next you face AJ Styles in the final of the Road to Wrestlemania tournament you made to decide who will face the winner of the Royal Rumble Shawn Michaels at Wrestlemania to decide who will be crowned the WWF Champion, a belt you vacated due to the events of last month. Thoughts heading into this one?”
“Only that AJ Styles was lucky last month. He has a guardian angel watching over him in Bret Hart. But tonight he is all alone, all alone with me and as all those I have torn threw to get to this final will attest to, that is worse than hell itself. Tonight I finally finish of the flash in the pain, the lucky little fool known as AJ Styles who speaks of taking revenge upon me. Revenge upon me AJ? Last month’s events made me very…VERY angry and tonight I will channel that. Tonight is now about your dreams or your revenge; it is about my furious vengeance being brought down upon you. AJ Styles Rest….In….Peace.”
The crowd react as Okerlund breaths hard and looks to the camera, Taker walking off.
“Gentleman back to you. It is time.”
Main Event
“Ladies and Gentleman” Finkle is standing in the ring as the crowd cheer and buzz “it is now time for your main event of the evening and it is the final of the road to Wrestlemania tournament that will decide who will Shawn Michaels in the Main Event of Wrestlemania!” The crowd roars in response.
AJ comes out to a crowd ovation, Taker quicker than earlier and will a notable limp to loud boos.
“Undertaker still has a noticeable limp to his walk from the hard match earlier with Angle, in that respect AJ is the fresher of the two. And if Styles is smart he will target that weakness” JR comments. “And if the boss is smart, and he is, he will guard it” Cornette replies.
The bell rings and AJ comes in, at once going for the injured leg but Taker shuffles and back and swings at him with a punch, shuffling and keeping his leg back as he holds his fist up. AJ ducks the punch and begins moving around Taker, looking for his spot.
Just when they are about to go at it again Taker the crowd erupts. The camera cuts to ringside in the crowd where Bret Hart in civvies is walking down the aisle way and to an empty seat. Both men in the ring look over at him, AJ with a smile, Taker with an enraged snarl. He yells to security to eject Bret. Security walks over but as they walk up to the seated Hitman he holds up a ticket. Securities check it and then turn and shrug to Taker, saying there is nothing they can do.
“Nothing you can do…kick him out. He is distracting the performers; he is interfering in this match!” Cornette rants. “By doing what? Watching?” JR counters.
Taker can only grit his teeth in Anger at Bret and the security and then turn back to AJ and try and concentrate on the match. But as soon as he turns Styles is there and takes his leg out with a chop block.
“Oh come on!” Cornette yells. “Like is said. AJ has the ring smarts” JR replies.
AJ drags Taker back by his long leg and goes to work on it, kicking at it and then driving the point of the blow into it as Taker scream out.