WWF Retribution Build Up

[Valdora]

Retribution Build Up Raw Week One

The camera pans the rabid crowd.
“Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night Raw. We are here in Dayton Ohio, coming off the heels of an amazing event last night. Foundation was one of the hardest hitting, most eventful nights I have ever called. All the fallout of that and what’s next will be sorted out here tonight.”
“Yeah, Shane Mcmahon is meant to come out here tonight and name a new number one contender. Whose that gonna be?” Asks King.
“That plus the tag team title on the line in a rematch of last night. The Nexus defend their newly won gold live here on Raw against the Machine Guns from the Motor City!”

*Play Shane*

The crowd comes alive as Shane strides down to ringside with a smile.
“Well here comes the general manager. Apparently he was on a conference call with the WWF Owner Karl Dutton all day today. This should be most interesting” JR says.
Shane gets into the ring, adjusting his suit jacket and then nodding to an employee as they hand him a microphone.
“Well, well, things have certainly heated up these past two weeks. What an amazing last two weeks. In just 14 days the company has changed ownership, the previous owner has been buried and we had one of the most eventful drafts I have ever seen. Certainly we saw the effects of that last night didn’t we? Stars are rising here in the WWF both new and old. And tonight they will continue to as we will have two huge title matches for you live here on Raw!” The crowd cheers “yes two. You see at the top of this first hour KENTA will get his rematch mandated by the Japanese promotion Noah against Jushin “Thunder” Liger for the GHC Junior Heavyweight Championship! That combined with a Tag Team Title match and the WWF Champion in action against a mystery opponent in our main event. Oh yes, the WWF is on fire tonight! But now we come to the big one. Who will face AJ Styles on May the 15th at Retribution? Who is the number one contender? Well there certainly are a lot of worthy individuals…”

*Play Austin*

Shane hears the glass breaks and closes his eyes. The crowd explodes as Stone Cold marches down the aisle with purpose.
“Uh oh” says JR “déjà-vu anyone?”
He enters the ring and goes to all four corners as Shane watches him, breathing out as Austin grabs a microphone.
“Steve…” Shane chuckles “what can a do for you?”
“Well you can start by naming me the number one contender” Austin barks.
“Well I was coming to that?” Shane says timidly.
“What was that? Hell Vince you’re looking young these days. Had some work done?” The crowd laughs.
“What?”
“What? That’s my line. What did you say Vince?”
“I’m not…”
“But you are a Mcmahon and you are in charge now….oh I remember you. Shane, oh yeah” he laughs, Shane laughs with him and nods “you’re the little son bitch who I once hit in the head with a chair, dam near sent your head flying into the cheap seats? That you?”
Shane lowers his head and nods.
“You’re the guy I stunnered night in, night out to piss of your old man right? Now you’re in charge? Where’s your old man…Oh yeah I remember. He’s in the place I just came from, the place the son of bitch in charge around here sent me to help out. Hell I would have an easier time curing the blind that getting ratings for that place. Made TNA and WCW look professional. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Stone Cold’s back home now and I want my title back.”
“Steve I…”
“What?”
“If you will let me speak…”
“What?” The crowd cheer and clap as Austin smile out at them “no Shane I’m gonna let you speak. But I am telling you now if you don’t make Steve Austin the number one contender that it will be Austin VS Mcmahon the Next Generation right here!”
The crowd roar as Shane bites his lip and timidly raises the microphone to speak “see Mr. Austin, Steve that’s the thing. You only just got here” loud boos, Shane looks around at them now as he speaks. Austin doesn’t look happy. “I need to give those who have fought their way to the top in our rankings the title shots first. So if you…”
“You put me in that scramble match last night.”
“And you did really well. But see that was a special occasion. Surprises and shocks are what that type and match needs. You were the biggest and the best but now you need to get in line.”
“Why not do another ‘special occasion’?”
“Because I don’t want to water it down.”
“So what you’re telling me is that you aren’t going to make me the number one contender.”
“Well not yet” Shane stammers.
“Are you or are you not going to make me the number one contender dancing boy?” Austin insists to loud cheers.
Finally Shane sighs, lifts the mic and says “no.”
The boos reign down, Shane looking out apologetically at the crowd. Austin looks at them shaking his head and then back to Shane.
“That’s all I wanted to know” Austin says.
“You’re not mad?”
“Hell no. But see the thing is” Austin raises his hand as if he is about to speak…then wham! Kicks Shane in the guts and gives him the stunner to a huge ovation from the live crowd.
He goes over to Shane, trash talking as he shakes his head and then stands and picks up mic again now.
“I think you should go back to Stamford, have a meeting with that British bastard and rethink your decision. And that’s the bottom line ‘cause Stone Cold said so!” With that Austin throws down the microphone and heads to leave when…

*Play Y2J out*

Austin frowns with aggravation as Chris Jericho comes on stage.
“You the number one contender? Austin this isn’t your WWF anymore. Nowadays people have to earn title matches. And I have toiled away for a year now and only just had my shot last night…and you ruined it! But worse, these sycophantic brainless idiots started to boo me. Why? Because of you? Who are you Austin? Who are you to waltz in, ruin my hard work, my connection to these people and demand a title match? I am Chris Jericho and I am the best in the world at what I do. And right now what I would love to do is kick your teeth in…however. However you are not worth my time” loud boos “he’s not! You’re not worth my time Austin. Instead I will put forward my body of work over the last year and respectfully ask to be named number one contender” even louder boos.
“You say I’m not worth your time but I know the truth. You stand there with your new music, saying long words and playing with your pretty blond hair. But the truth of the matter is that you are a yellow gutless bastard who is afraid of what Stone Cold will do to you after last night!” The crowd cheers.
“No, I just can’t be bothered with you Austin. You are a focally challenged red neck who should have stayed in the minor leagues. Because I promise you that if you come near Chris Jericho…you will be burned. Hit my music!”
With that Jericho smiles at Austin, poses to boos, looks at Austin again, chuckles and heads to the back. Austin narrows his eyes as he looks on and we fade to our first break.

Our opening contest is Tag Team action as No Limit manages to defeat Harlem Heat

*Play RVD*

The crowd comes alive as Rob Van Dam comes out with Bill Alfonso. Fonzy has a limp in his step from the stunner last night but is energetic as always. As they enter the ring the announcers notice Fonzy is carrying something in along black bag. He hands RVD a microphone.
“What up? Some of you may remember me, some of you may not. I am RVD and I am the Whole Dam Show, because once you have seen RVD you can just go home. That’s the truth” he nods into the camera in the ring, Fonzy blowing his whistle “but the main thing RVD is known for is not being looked over in WWF title matches, oh know. The main thing RVD is known for is being one tough hardcore mother f’er. In this bag is my old friend…the ECW Championship” some cheers as the belt is pulled from the bag and placed on RVD’s shoulder “now I know the powers that be around here won’t recognize this as an official championship. It won’t be on the roster on the website or anything…but that’s fine. Cause this is more of a symbol. A symbol of what Mr. Monday Night is all about. And I challenge any man in that locker room right now, any man who thinks he is hardcore enough, any man who thinks he has the balls to come out he and face R V D in a hardcore match for this symbolic title. I am naming this the RVD Hardcore Invitational. Now I don’t care if you’re new or old around here. I don’t care if your WWF made, WCW made, NWA made or ECW made. Bring your ass out here, beat me and you can have this belt. But you have to come and take it from me” he places it flat out on the mat like a line in the sand then gestures for someone to come on.
“What? A Hardcore invitational?” King asks.
“We can confirm folks that that title is not officially sanctioned by the WWF, but they have given RVD permission to do these hardcore matches. I wonder who will accept the challenge?” JR ponders.

*Play Shannon Moore*

Shannon Moore comes out with a determined face, enters the ring and looks down at the ECW title with a nod. RVD shrugs, nods back and then turns to Fonzy. Bill takes off his RVD shirt to reveal an old ECW referee shirt.
“He’s going to be the official for these things? That isn’t fair!” Says JR.
“Right down the middle, right down the middle my man I promise” Alfonso says to the cautious Moore, doing the cutting motion with his hand.
Finally Moore nods in agreement.
“Well Alfonso was a WWF referee” JR comments “so I guess this going to happen.”
Fonzy turns and calls for the bell.

The match starts off as a good acrobatic fight between the two but soon breaks down into a weapon filled frenzy, in which Moore does hold his own. Ending when RVD hits the Vandaminator and the Five Star Frog Splash for the 1…2…3.
RVD shrugs as Alfonso places the belt on his shoulder and says into the camera “the challenge is set. Who will step up? I’ll be waiting.” He then does the R V D chant with the crowd and heads to the back.

We are now backstage, a cameraman filming Shane Mcmahon as he holds his neck in pain, trying to relax on his office sofa.
“We on? Good. I just wanted to say that Austin, things are different around here now. You need to earn your title shot. You’re new so you need to start at the bottom and work your way up…when you get back that is” he looks around “where’s that ice pack?”
“Here…sir” Cornette comes in and places it behind his neck.
“It’s a bit warm.”
“Sorry sir” Cornette says through gritted teeth.
“Did you do my dry cleaning?”
“Yes sir.”
“The paperwork is all done for last night?” Shane looks up at him.
“Yes sir” Cornette nods, obviously in his own personal hell.
“Good. Now go and get me some coffee. And make it better than that crap you brought me last time” Shane turns back to the camera “as I was saying…”
Behind Shane head we can see Cornette mimicking strangling him, then walks off screen.
“… Austin you are going to have earn your title match and no amount of stunners to me or anyone else is going to change that. In fact it will do the opposite. I am not my father and this place will have order. As of right now Mr. Austin you are suspended and fined three thousand dollars. Sorry but from this time forth anyone who puts their hand on a referee or official will get the exact same. The inmates no longer rule the asylum! Under my watch authority here will mean something. Thank you…now back to show.”
We now go to break.

When we come back a gospel choir in on the stage, the raw set covered in purple drapes and bulb candles.
“What is this? We suddenly gone to church JR?” King asks.
“Looks like it.”
The choir then starts clapping and singing when an announcement comes over the PA.
“Ladies and Gentleman please welcome your pimpin’ Pope D’angelo Dinero!” The voice says.
The crowd gives a mixed response as The Pope burst through the curtain in a gospel robe, holding up his arms with a smile.
“Hello brothers and sisters! Your Pope has arrived and as always he is pimpin’. And the Pope is so grateful to the lord to be back here in the World Wrestling Federation to spread the truth, the word of our lord to millions. So let’s get started, everyone put your hands together! Come on everybody put your hands together and yell that you believe it! Yell I believe! I know you can!” Again a mixed reaction “now the Pope this sermon speaking about a troubled man named Stone Cold Steve Austin who was out here earlier. Truly he is a troubled man who has many demons. He thinks that he should be number one contender to the Championship of the word. He also makes a lot of money off saying terrible language and making fun of our lord with his Austin 3:16 slogan. I explore all of you to reach out to your screens now, touch your screens, come on, and say it with me; I will not cheer for Stone Cold Steve Austin. He is an egomaniac who thinks he is better than everyone else. He does evil things. I will no longer cheer him for these sinful acts. I will instead put my faith in the Pope. I will ring up the offices of the World Wrestling Federation and demand he get a title shot, any title shot, for I am a humble man. And know that by doing this you are serving the Lord. You know that he wants the Pope, his speaker, as your champion.”
Loud boos now, the whole arena turned on him.
“That concludes our sermon for today. Until next time love each other and love your Pope even more. Good night one and all, may the lord go with you!”
He bows and kisses to the crowd, getting loud jeers and boos in response as he then heads to the back.

Then it’s our first hour Main Event as Jushin “Thunder” Liger defends his newly won GHC Junior Heavyweight Championship against its previous owner KENTA. These two have a fantastic technical Japanese Juniorweight style classic. In the closing moments KENTA looks like he going to take it, delivering the KENTA rush on Liger and then signaling for the GTS…when bam! As the referee is looking at Liger, Dolph Ziggler come through the crowd, gets up on the apron and slingshots KENTA off the ropes, sending him stumbling back into a Liger bomb for 1..2…3. Liger and Dusty celebrate, KENTA looks up with rage filled eyes at Ziggler and Sherri as they back up the ramp grinning. KENTA stands, charging out the ring after them. The smiles disappear off their faces and they run to the back with KENTA giving chase. Back in the ring the crowd cheers as Liger hold up both his title belts…when the lights cut out. On the titantron the video teaser from last night again plays:
*Play Hayabusa promo*
The lights come back up as Dusty and Liger look at each other in confusion, speaking frantically now and we go to break.

When we come back a vignette starts on LAX. Their music playing as the logo comes on and as the gunshots go off gun holes appear on the graphic.
“Hello gringos” we cut to an extreme close of up of Konnan’s face, now slowly zooming back to reveal Homicide and Hernandez beside him “my name is Konnan, and I am once again here in the WWF, just like I was elsewhere, the guy running the show for LAX. See they have been good, real good, but they ain’t been doing good enough. They ain’t yet been the tag champions in the New York cesspool! So I decided to come here to the World Wrestling Federation to get them back on track, to guide em” we see Homicide and Hernandez nodding with smiles behind him, bandana’s over their mouths and noses “but see LAX shouldn’t just be a tag team. It should be a nation and it needs a president which would be me, it needs muscle which would be these two future tag team champions, and it needs some broads. Yeah, LAX is as of this moment a nation again, a movement to take over the white boy filled world of Pro Wrestling. We will take over the tag division, the singles division and now the women’s division with our Sarita!” They look over as Sarita walks in LAX gear, grinning and standing between the other two with her arms over their shoulders “oh yeah. You white boys and girls better get out our way, you Japs and black bastards too. ‘Cause if you don’t then we are gonna mess you up. End of segment, get lost!”
With a graphic appears and we go back to live action.

Its then time to decide to the number one contender for the Women’s Championship in a fatal four way match. It’s Eve Torres VS Kelly Kelly VS Angelina Love VS Hamada. Hamada just dominates using her breathtaking Japanese skill to throw the others around the ring, eventually hitting an AP Cross on Love for the 1…2…3.
As she gets her hand raised, her game face on, we cut to Trish standing and watching this on a monitor, the title belt on her shoulder. She raises her eyebrows and gives an approving nod that says ‘bring it.’

We come back with the FBI coming to the ring.
“Alight” Little creaks his neck as the other two stand behind him “first of all I am announcing from now on you can call me by my real name Nunzio! Cause hell this little and large thing is kinda confusing…anyways. Why we are out here is cause last night, yeah Joe got lucky, we didn’t have a game plan and he got the quick draw on us. Good for you. But now we want to introduce you to our new friend who will take you down in this match Joe! He is newest member of the FBI and the toughest guy I ever met. Come on down fella!”

*Play Santino Marella*

The crowd laughs and comes Santino down to the ring.
“Hey Joe!” Nuncio gets on the microphone “hey, how about trying on our Italian buddy here! He will put you on your ass.”
“You have got to be kidding me” JR comments.
“Samoan Joe!” Santino gets on the microphone to laughs and cheers “you need to put down your donuts for one moments and come out here and face what is coming to you: The cobra!”
The crowd claps and laughs and then the music hits.

*Play Samoa Joe*

Needless to say Samoa Joe destroys Santino. He yells out and begs as he gets thrown around the ring but then is finally choked out with Coquina clutch for the win. Nunzio and the FBI just hold their heads and curse their luck, grabbing Santino and walking to the back. Joe watches them go then grabs his towel and then gestures for a microphone.
“Now that those jokers are gone…I proved myself by beating all those ROH scum at Supercard and have been reinforcing my mission since. But there is still one ROH original left for me to beat, and I won’t rest until I do. AJ! I want you and I want your championship even more. I don’t care if it takes me a week, a month or a year. I will fight through anyone in my way to get to you, and then I will beat you. Then I will have my respect and I will that championship. See you soon.”
With that he drops the mic and heads to the back.

Then Bryan Danielson takes on Christian in the fall out of their heat from last night’s main event. It is a quick paced, heated bout, which eventually spills out the ring. The two are so concentrated on beating the snot out of each other that they both get counted out. Bryan then leaps onto Christian and the two have to be pulled apart by officials as we cut to break.

Then it’s the match fans have been waiting for all night. The rematch from last night’s incredible if controversial tag team bout. The World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Championships are on the line as the Nexus defend their newly won gold against the former champions the Motor City Machine Guns. The match is another mat classic and the two team gel so well in the ring. The Nexus are again using dirty tactics, but the guns and referee seem to have learned and won’t fall for all the same tricks twice. In the closing moments of this 25 minuet battle the Guns have beaten down Barret, he is out of it, as they drive Miz down with the Made in Detroit for 1…2….NO! The fans boo loudly as Road Dogg boots Shelly in the back of the head to break it up. Billy Gunn attacks Sabin now, both the Outlaws beating down the Guns as the bell is called for the DQ. The crowd is not happy at all. Dogg hits the pump handle slam on Sabin, Gunn hits the fameasser on Shelly and they stand over the Guns to loud jeers and boos.
On the ramp the Nexus are retreating to the back with their championship belts, holding them up and yelling they are still the champions and then heading to back as we cut.

We are still reeling from those actions when we come back to announce table.
“Ladies and Gentleman, live via satellite; The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels!” The crowd cheers as Shawn appears on screen “Shawn well done in defeating the Undertaker last night. But in doing so you won yourself your title match you wanted so much, your rematch against AJ. You can choose whenever you will cash it in. Now there has been a lot of talk tonight about who will the number one contender. You can cancel out all of that now if you choose to cash that title match in on AJ at Retribution.”
“I could do that” Shawn nods “and if you had asked me on the night after Wrestlemania, I would have done that. But that was over a month ago now and I have time to reflect. I had what many people are calling the match of the year with John Morrison and I put the nail in the coffin, pun indeed, for the Undertaker. And to be honest after the occupation ended and Raw got back to its old self, the WWF got back to its old self, after I fought by AJ’s side again and saw how good of a champion he has been…well I just ain’t as mad at him anymore. I ain’t as mad period. But I do still have a lot of issues and it has been a very hard year. So what I am going to do is take a sabbatical, which I have cleared with the office, and clear my head, rest up. When I come back I will cash that title match in. Now that could be in a month or it could be in a year, but when I do it will be big and I will be ready. To my fans I will say that I will be back, but the think the WWF is in good shape and in good hands right now. Enough for me to bow out for awhile and let the younger guys do their stuff.”
“Well that’s shame but Shawn we respect it and thank you” JR finished.
“Thank you Jim Ross.”

Then it’s our main event as the WWF Champion comes to the ring. He is sore, but in good spirits, especially given the ovation he is given from his adoring public.
The crowd looks on as Shane walks out on stage, holding his neck, still trying to shake off the effects of the stunner.
“Ok AJ, I have a good opponent for you. This man is troubled but we are working on that with the best doctors in the world. As part of his ongoing therapy I have agreed to give him a match against you to let out any leftover negative energy towards you.”
AJ looks on in confusion.
“Ok, here he is. Come on out” he gestures to the back.

*Play Cactus Jack*

Shane looks as shocked as everyone else as Mick Foley comes out dressed as Cactus Jack. He has a chair wrapped in barbed wire in his hands. He turns to Shane with a sadistic grin, licking his lips and heading down the aisle.
“What? No! You were meant to be yourself! Mick come back! This match is off!” Shane yells.
Cactus ignores him, rolling into the ring and looking at Styles with hungry, sadistic eyes. Styles runs forward, not giving him the chance. The referee is ordered out the ring as this is no longer a match. AJ gets in a few good shots but then gets plastered with the barbed wire chair. AJ rolls over now and we can see he is bleeding for two puncher wounds. Cactus now throws the chair away, gets on his neck and bites Styles forehead. The champion calls out in pain. Jack then reels back and hammers into AJ with hard shots one after the other into his bloody head. He then props Styles up in the corner, circling away around the ring with a smile of pleasure on his face as he goes over for the barbed wire chair again. The crowd is booing, some yelling for AJ to get out of there. Jack now lifts the chair, runs in and drives his signature knee into the chair into AJ’s head in the lower corner. The crowd reacts as Cactus throws the chair away the ring and turns back towards the camera and the fans with a smile on his face still, giving his bang bang taunt. He then hammers into AJ, knocking him out the ring. He sets him up, grabs another chair, climbs the apron and flies off with his running apron to floor elbow with the drives, driving it into AJ’s head. He then just sits there, looking out with his sick smile.
“My God…I am, well somebody please get out here! Cactus is going to kill him! He is going to kill the kid!” JR pleads.
As if in answer various officials and security begin arriving on the scene, trying to calm Cactus down, but no one wants to get close. He snaps at them, even hitting a few, then goes back in on AJ, pulling him up with him onto the announce table and pile driving him down through the Spanish announce table. An eerie hush has come over many of crowd as Cactus just sits besides the lifeless body of the champion. We get some close-ups and women and children holding their mouths, gasping and even looking away in tears.
“JR…AJ’s not moving” King says morosely.
“Will you get over here and stop him! He’s gonna kill him!” JR yells at the officials.
The all surround Cactus, trying to calm him and grab him, but he stand and hammers into anyone who dares to get close. He then pulls AJ’s lifeless body up onto the other English announce table and double arm DDT’ing him through that one now. Finally he lets himself be taken. Cactus is laughing now as he is taken from the ring by security and referees. On the ramp Shane has his hand over his mouth and just looks on helplessly, frozen. Cactus is now handcuffed by uniformed police as they arrive and take him away. He is taken up the ramp, turning to Shane with a broad smile as he passes him. Shane watches him go and swallows as he looks back down to ringside and now daring to go down himself. JR and King are now trying to help as EMT’s arrive and place AJ on the stretcher, not having moved for minuets now. Shane approaches with a concerned face but gets a tongue lashing from JR.
“This is on your head!” JR yells off mic at the GM.
“How was I to know? I was trying to help him!” Shane shouts back.
“You knew this would happen, you had to know. He was only just having a breakdown last night! It’s Mick Foley for God’s sake! What did you expect to happen? Huh?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know” Shane looks down at his shoes, then finally up “I am going in the ambulance with him.”
“You better call his family to! This is your fault Shane! This is your damn fault for being so stupid!” JR yells as Shane as he holds up his hands as him and walks off alongside the EMT’s as they wheel AJ out to the back.
We followed them with a handheld camera all the way to ambulance. AJ is loaded in, Superstars and women gathering around, some calling for AJ by name, some of the girls crying. Shane gets in and the doors are closed. The sirens then sound as it drives away as we linger and then slowly fade to black.

[Valdora]

Retribution Build Up Week 2 Raw
We fade in from the signature to a limo pulling up, camera’s flashing and video camera’s filming all around in a press mob like feeling as the driver’s door opens and Jim Cornette comes out dressed in full Chauffeur gear. He obviously looks unhappy anyway, but is further annoyed as the camera’s flash and questioned are asked.
“Oh Jesus…Get lost!” He yells at them. He then goes towards the back side passenger door, opens it, and from the car now comes Shane Mcmahon. The questions come from all sides, camera’s flashing more than ever now as he looks out with aggravation at the scene.
“Couldn’t we have parked elsewhere driver?” Shane turns to Cornette.
“No sir, we could not” Cornette says through gritted teeth.
“Hmm” Shane dismisses him with his hand and walks forward, striding through them and looking more like he Dad as ever as he ignores the questions and just smiles for the cameras. Finally Christy Hemme breaks through, our camera following as she pushes a mic in his face.
“Mr. Mcmahon. What is the condition of AJ Styles?” She asks frantically.
“He’s fine, resting at home. He will be on the phone with JR later in fact” Shane replies politely, if speeding up his walk now toward the building.
“Is he pursuing legal action?”
“He’s a wrestler!” Shane smiles at her to a nothing reaction, the smile disappearing “I don’t believe so no.”
“What about Steve Austin. We are told he has tried to get into the building earlier…”
“Mr. Austin is suspended and will not be let on the premises of any WWF show under any circumstances for the time being. He has to learn to respect the way things are done now…”
“And Mick Foley? What action will you take against him?”
“I will of course suspend him for striking officials of this company, not to mention what was done to the Champion. But he will be allowed to appear tonight to make a statement before that goes into effect. Now…if that’s all. I am a very busy man with a prime time show to run. Thank you all.”
He bows out and turns away, Christy and others now shouting more questions which he ignores and goes inside as we cut.

*PLAY OPENING*

“Hello one and all and welcome to Monday Night Raw. And yes folks tonight you heard it. Cactus Jack, Mick Foley will be here to answer for what he did last week. I for one can’t wait to hear that story. He just went way too far last week!” We cut to the announce desk now.
“Don’t get hot again JR! Come on, after all its Mick Foley. Being crazy and hurting people is his thing” King replies.
“That isn’t the point King. The point is he tried to maim the WWF Champion for no good reason last week. A young man was brutally assaulted so much that he can’t be here to earn his living. That’s the bottom line.”
“Well we will find out won’t we? Mick usually has a reason…if a crazy one” King replies.
“Yeah. Well folks we can report that AJ is ok; he was discharged from hospital and is now resting at home in Georgia. We will conduct an interview via phone later tonight. And for those of you who have had the chance to see the graphic picture posted on our website of what AJ looks like right now…well that is going to be interesting.”
“Folks if you have ever seen Rocky? Yeah! His face looks like that! And that is to say nothing for his body. Man!” King shakes his head.
“That will be later tonight however. In the mean time the show must go on. Let’s get started.”

*Play Nexus*

Miz grins at the crowd, the belt held forward in his hand. Barret holds his straight up in the air. Both chuckle and move their straps onto their shoulders as they grab microphones, Chelsea striking posses behind them.
“Everyone is talking, the press is here and everyone is talking about what happened last week. The world is on the edge of their seats for the next chapter. Yeah, you all want to know what is next for the most watched tag team champions in history! Last week was the historic first defense of many…what else did you think I was talking about?” He grins at the crowd, holding out his title as they boo loudly, he chuckles and jerks the belt up onto his shoulder.
“It’s a good question” Barret continues “see, we are the greatest tag team in the world right now, the highest ratings, the most charisma, the best matches, and I mean…what possibly could we do to top ourselves lately? Well it’s simple…run over some more people! We don’t care if it’s the little Japanese stuntmen, the WCW has beens, the WWF has beens…hell we will even take the ECW has beens. Because hell we know we can beat them. What about those Mexicans who looked all angry last week? They were scary right?”
“Scary?” Miz laughs “what because they added an overrated fat loser and women. We got the best looking women on the show” he winks over at Chelsea who grins back “and we will pass on the fat hothead for a manager thanks. Oh and for those of you who are yelling the Motor City Moron Gang…we beat em twice. We got no reason to beat there little asses again. So who’s it gonna be? Come on” he starts waving to the stage “come out and ask for your shot. All it has to be is two people, hell do a Mcmahon and just have two of your with nothing in common come out. Anyone?”

*Play Shane Mcmahon.*

Shane is smiling as he walks out on stage to a mixed reaction.
“First thing I want to address is to the people” he looks around at the audience “no matter how many letters you write, no matter how many emails of protest come in…Stone Cold Steve Austin will serve his suspension for attacking an official. And so will Cactus Jack after he has come out an explained himself to you all. So let’s just finish that there now…” the crowd boos heavily as he turns to the Nexus in the ring.
“So boys you just squeezed by last week thanks to the Outlaws and now you think you invincible. You want a challenge right? Ok…” he nods “I’ll give you a challenge if that’s what you want. At Retribution the two of you will defend your precious tag team titles in a four corner tag team match!”
The crowd explodes as Wade and Miz’s smiles are wiped off their face and they start going nuts in the ring and yelling in protest.
“You wanted a challenge” Shane holds out his arms “so over the next couple of weeks we are going to have qualifying matches to decide what teams will make that match. The Guns and the Outlaws will not be involved as they have some separate personal issues to deal with now. Gentleman, good luck.”
With that Shane drops the microphone and leaves Nexus livid in the ring.

And our first match is the first of those qualifies as the FBI take on No Limit. FBI put up as best fight they can, but in the end No limit pick up the win and look focused heading into the title match.

We are now come back to the ring as the New Age Outlaws music hits. Road Dogg does his usual spiel for the start then is changes.
“So we ain’t allowed a chance at the belts because of what we did last week? Well that’s the exact same BS that made us do what we did” says Road Dogg as he comes down the ramp “so now we gotta ‘settle our personal issue’. Shane O Mac just don’t get it…cut the music.”
They two walk and look around the ring to loud boos.
“Well first off we aren’t gonna do our usual thing because we aren’t here to play sing along you trailer park trash. Listen here Motor City; we ain’t got a ‘personal issue’” He does the air quotations with his fingers “with you. The problem we got is that you is that you and people like you are hogging up the tag team title shots. I don’t know if you boys remember but we were once the greatest tag team in the world, we made money and we drew ratings. And for just over a year we have been ignored and we have been given less and less TV time. So we decided to act, and we decided to take our spots back. Thing is we started wondering who it was who had taken our spot…and we traced our trouble right back to last summer when you spot monkeys were brought in. So yeah, we cost you your title match boys, but we did it to get noticed and make an impact. And sure enough we did that. So if beating you two idiots will get us our spots back…tell us where and when and will hand you your little white asses!”
Gun takes the microphone “and if you’re not down with that we got two words for ya: Shove it!”

*Play MCMG*

The guns come out to huge cheers. They run right down the ramp into the ring and charge the Outlaws. Fists flying everywhere as the two teams brawl back and forth. Shelly and Sabin then hit dropkicks that send the Outlaws out the ring and heading to the back. As they back up the ramp they yell out “this ain’t the time kids. A match, name a match!”
Shelly has now got himself a microphone.
“You two may not have an issue with us, but we sure as hell have one with you. When you cost us what we earned you earned the ass whopping your gonna get!”
With that they both bolt out the ring and run after them, security cutting them off to loud boos as the Outlaws grin and head to the back as we cut to break.

Then the number one contender for the Women’s Championship Hamada has a good quick match in which she hits the AP cross and defeats newcomer Alissa Flash.

*Play RVD*

RVD comes out will Bill Alfonso again in his referee shirt. Rob looks out, adjusting the ECW title on his shoulder and looking out as the crowd chant “Whole Fucking Show!” and “RVD! RVD!” He grins at them then lifts the microphone.
“So whose it gonna be this week? Who is gonna step up and try to take the ECW Championship from R V D!” He points his thumbs at himself, the crowd chanting along as always.
He then places the belt down on the mat, gestures and waits.

*Play Sabu*

The old school hardcore fans go nuts as Sabu appears. He gets in the ring as RVD and Alfonso look on wide eyed, and then looks to each other.
“Well he wanted an ECW legend to accept. And you don’t get many bigger than the homicidal suicidal genocidal Sabu!” JR calls.
Sabu stands in the ring, taking off his head dress and pointing up to the air, then down to the title. Fonzy looks like he doesn’t want to do it, but eventually is coaxed into it by RVD.
He steps between then looking at before, doing his hand cutting motion and saying “right down the middle Daddies!” To both of them, then calls for the bell.

The two have a match that only these two can, chairs, kendo sticks and tables all in play. But in the end RVD hits the Van terminator for the 1…2…3!
As RVD gets his hand raised by Alfonso, he takes the belt, then holding himself walking over and helps Sabu up. The two then embrace in manly hug, Fonzy coming over and joining in, shaking hands all together.
“Well it looks like the band is back together” JR says as we go to break.

When we come back from break RVD is walking with Bill Alfonzo and Sabu backstage as the camera catches up to the them and Shane Mcmahon runs into shot calling “Rob! Rob!”
They both turn and look at Shane.
“I wanted to catch you…hell of a job you are doing. You hardcore segment is some of the best ratings we had last week” Shane nods.
“I’m not really doing it for that dude but cool” RVD nods.
“Yeah, I was thinking…the last regime left kinda a hole when they got rid of the X Division Championship. Now we are allowed to use Noah’s belt for awhile but that is by means permanent and we need an belt that can be defending more regularly, say weekly on TV or whatever, and give some of the guys who aren’t going for the top belts something to shot for.”
“What you getting at?” Rob shifts and adjusts the title on his shoulder.
“Well, I was thinking…since we own the rights to it and all that. How about I make the ECW title our official hardcore championship, and you have more than earned the title for yourself.”
“For real?”
“For real” Shane nods.
“Yeah…but none of that 24/7 crap the last Hardcore title had. The ECW Championship will stand for what hardcore is really about, what ECW was really about. We have a deal.
“Right on! Yeah man, yeah” Rob nods and shakes hands with Shane.
“Alright, cool. Talk to you later” Shane nods back and walks off.
We now zoom into RVD as he smiles and with a nod says “cool.”

We now come back to the live crowd, their cheers turning to boos as the music hits.

*Play Cactus Jack*

“They’ve asked me to come out here and explain myself…hm” he laughs a little “before I’m suspended. See that’s the funny thing. Shane Mcmahon told me to go out and work out my frustrations out on AJ to help the healing process…and I did. Now I’m suspended for it. Funny world isn’t it. But truth is that I did work out the hatred Mankind had to AJ and what happened on him and it felt pretty damn good. Now I stand here as Cactus Jack and you people boo me, over the last week every person around the world seems to want to yell at me and tell me I am the worst person in the world. Well that’s ok because after the Dominion I am pretty used to that. But the most common question people seem to ask is why I did what I did to AJ in particular. Well those people asking that must either be new viewers or have a very short memory. See as Mankind I was promised the world by the Undertaker, and together we lead or army into taking the world. Then…he’s gone. I’m left all alone and doctors are all around me saying that he destroyed my mind. Those doctors a frankly idiots, because if they or anyone thinks that my sanity is in question after what Undertaker did…well they don’t know me very well. I have always been a sick puppy. Whether that manifested into a harmless Hippie, an idiot with a sock or a creepy freak with a mask. But right now with the Dominion and the Undertaker gone I…Cactus Jack have surface for vengeance. But who can I take vengeance on? Shawn Michaels…he’s up and left, Sting is in another company; Kurt Angle has also taken a leave of absence. And so all I am left with is Bryan, The Guns and AJ….but AJ…AJ you were the worst. People who wonder why I hate you should remember how many times we fought, how many times you dared to use Mankind as a stepping stone the Undertaker! I am no bodies stepping stone your southern bastard! AJ you are also the worse of them…of Sting and Shawn may have carried out the acts but you did far worse AJ. In becoming Champion under his watch, after going through us to do it you became a symbol that the resistance had hope…and within a month our Order was over. Well all the rest of them may have been fired, traded or willing to be helped by the doctors but I…I as Cactus Jack will take the fire of Mankind’s hatred and channel it into Cactus Jack. And ask anyone back there or anyone I have fought and they will tell you that it is a very bad thing for Cactus Jack to hate you. So you will heal, and I will serve my suspension for doing what I was told. And when I return AJ I will not rest until I destroy you. So you get better real soon champ, because no matter how long it takes Cactus Jack will be the end of you! Bang bang!”
With that he music hits as he gives the bang bang fingers and is taken to the back by security to loud boos and jeers from the crowd.

It’s then the second Tag Team Qualifier as LAX, with their two new members in their corner, defeat the British Bulldog and Owen Hart. After they do so Konnan and the other get the camera, shouting that Nexus will be afraid of them and then head to the back in celebration.

When we come back the Pope chapel set has been moved to the ring this week, the ring now draped in purple and the choir singing and clapping in the ring with the false candles around them.
“Ladies and Gentleman please welcome your Pope D’angelo Dinero!” Calls the announcement.

*Play Pope*

The Pope comes out in black ropes this week, sunglasses on, to loud cheers. He now jives into the ring and speaks into the microphone attached to his robe.
“How we all doing this week? Is the lord within your souls?” Loud boos “good, good. This week my brothers and sisters I want to talk to you about a demon in red, sometimes black. This demon has horns and rotund ghoul at his side. You all cheer for him because he looks like a Superhero but he is no Hero. We have seen his true face when he removes that mask. Jushin Liger’s true face is that of the devil known as Kishin Liger! Oh yes! And the fact he is the Intercontinental Champion saddens my soul, and it makes the good lord so mad. So what I want you all to do my brothers is boo that devil and send in your emails, your support any way you can in this new age for your Pope to be Intercontinental Champion. Down with the devil and up with The Pope as the champion of the continent! Oh yes! Testify to the Lord! The Lord wants me as his champion, and if you support him then support me and not this Godless demon for IC Champion. Oh yes! That concludes our sermon for this week. See you very soon…in a town near you. Thank you!”
He bows to loud boos, grinning and kissing the air at the crowd as we go to break.

When we come the FBI are in the ring.
“Ok Joe, this week we got your ass! Tell em Santino” Nunzio hands Santino the microphone.
“Oh yes Samoan the Joe! This week will be your demise! Because we all put our dollars together and we have brought ourselves the World Most Dangerous Man! Kenny Shamrock!”

*Play Shamrock*
Shamrock comes into the ring, looking focused and pumps fists with the FBI members.

*Play Samoa Joe*

Joe storms out and just dominates Ken, as always lately he doesn’t even leave his feet, wrestling pure Strong Style, beating the hell out of Shamrock with kicks and suplexes until finally finishing it with a Coquina clutch for the KO win.
Joe snarls over at the wide eyed FBI and yell “stay out of my business!” Then heads to the back.

Next Jushin “Thunder” Liger the IC and GHC Jr. Heavyweight Champion takes on Dolph Ziggler. Ziggler and Sherri are looking to avenge Foundation. The ref gets bumped late in the match and Dolph takes his chance, getting a chair and blasting it over the head of Liger, going for the pin…but the crowd erupt as KENTA runs out, places Dolph on his shoulders and drives him down with GTS. Liger then comes to, hits Dolph with the Liger bomb and gets the win. Dolph comes to as Liger and Dusty celebrate, Sherri coming to him. Dolph looks up with narrows eyes at KENTA on the ramp then charges out after him.
Back in the ring Liger is still celebrating with the crowd when the lights cut out.

*Play Hayabusa Teaser*

Liger and Dusty are freaked out and frustrated now as these eerie video messages, Liger yelling and Japanese to Dusty who tries to calm him as we go to break.

When we come back we are at the announce table.
“Ladies and Gentleman we now have the WWF Champion AJ Styles on the phone. AJ” The crowd cheer big time.
“Hey Jim” AJ replies on the phone, sounding somewhat weak.
“AJ we saw the picture on the website, you are pretty banged up. I have to ask ya how do ya feel?”
“Well…how would you feel? I mean there isn’t a good way to put it Jim. I got the crap beat out of me by a wild madman and I spent three days in the hospital because of it. Now I’m doing ok, laid up in bed with people taking care of me here. But I would be a whole lot better if I could be there at Raw” He clears his throat and coughs.
“Well we just want you to rest and get well first Champ. What do the doctors say about when you can be back with us? What about your future as the champion?”
“Oh don’t worry, I will be back within the 30 days, I’ll be back in time for the PPV. So no beating from any crazy bastard is going to stop my title reign.”
“AJ, Jerry Lawler” King cuts in.
“Hey Jerry” Styles replies.
“I’m sure you saw what Mick Foley, Cactus Jack said about you earlier. What is your response and how do you feel about that man?”
“Well…Look guys I ain’t gonna lie to you. I don’t like saying this but last week when he came out like he did with that chair I was afraid. Any sane man would have been. But the fact I felt that fear probably kept me alive, fear is healthy you know? But that doesn’t mean I like feeling it. And the fact I felt that way fires my anger more and more. Mick wants to blame me for what happened to him, he wants to put it all on my shoulders. That’s fine because I am more determined than ever to come back and whip his sorry ass. I have never wanted beat the hell out of anyone so much.”
“Well you may have to wait on that. He has been suspended for…”
“To hell with that! I am telling you right now that I want a match with him. And hell he beat two of the best at Supercard so why not make it a title shot. Because frankly if he wins I doubt I will be able to be the champion anyway. So I’m telling you right now that if it takes a title match to get him I will get my Retribution at Retribution!”
“Well that isn’t for me to agree to our not…oh…hang on. This man might though” JR replies.
“What?” AJ asks.
Coming down the aisle to a mixed reaction is Shane Mcmahon. He walks over to the announce desk asking JR is AJ is still on, JR replies yes and Shane gestures for the headset. Ross gives it to him.
“AJ. Shane here. How you…”
“Shane, you are lucky I ain’t suing your ass for putting me in the ring with that psycho last week. So don’t make nice, just give me the God damn title match. Give me Cactus.”
“AJ. I can’t, I suspended him. If I let him back and, hell give him a title match, I am saying that guys can do whatever they want here and get rewarded for it.”
“Then just give him that one night back. And when I beat him then you can send him home again” AJ counters.
“AJ I…”
“Look Shane. Don’t make me threaten you but I will. Either you give me Cactus Jack at Retribution or I am suing you and quitting right now. That simple. I’ll take the damn belt to Nitro with me.”
“No! No don’t do that!” Shane says abruptly, cursing and the sighing.
“The match Shane” AJ insists.
“Alright! Alright damn you! At Retribution it will be Cactus Jack VS AJ Styles for the WWF Championship!” The crowd erupts in applause and cheers “we will talk later.”
With that Shane throws down the headset and walks off.
“Thank you” AJ replies.
“Well folks you heard it here. AJ VS Cactus Jack, the title on the line at Retribution. AJ we will see you then.”
“It will be a night you won’t soon forget guys. I am going to kick that sorry bastard’s ass!” AJ replies and hangs up.
“Well folks” JR sighs and looks at King who shakes his head “we will take one last break then be right back with our main event. Don’t go anywhere.”

It’s then the main event of the night as Chris Jericho takes on Bryan Danielson. These two have a technical classic that only they can bring. The crowd going nuts for the match. In the closing moments Jericho manages to catch Bryan in the walls of Jericho, but Bryan is able to grab the leg, trip Jericho and reverse it into a Cattle Mutilation. The crowd is yelling for Jericho to tap, he lifts his hand to….when a tennis racket strikes him on the back of the head. The ref calls for the bell and the crowd boos heavily as Jim Cornette lays in the boots to Bryan. When Jericho gets up he now joins him to louder boos. Jericho then nails the codebreaker and stands, turning to Cornette. The two shake hands, grinning at each other as the crowd are livid. They are still celebrating wildly as Gene Okerlund comes in for an interview, looking rather confused.
“Gentleman…I have to say I am a little confused as to what is going on here. Are you two aligned? And what about your job as Secretary Mr. Cornette?” He places the mic in Cornette’s face.
“You’re confused? A little left in the dark Gene? Well that’s because just like the rest of these dead beat morons, you are told only what you need to be told, you know what we want you to know. And all you need to know right now is that the next World Wrestling Federation Champion Chris Jericho has released me from being Shane Mcmahon’s personal bitch! Now I am exclusively signed with him and I am back. See it’s a win, win for us. I get the job; I take him to the title! When we are through everyone else in this Mickie Mouse Sports Entertainment Company will be but footnotes to the man, the first undisputed champion, next World’s champion, the best in the world at what he does, the king of the world! Chris Jericho! Woo! Yeah!” He holds up his racket and yells out at the jeering crowd, taunting his former charge, the barely conscious Danielson as he is helped out of the ring.
Okerlund shakes his head and now goes over to Jericho.
“I told the World that anyone who messed with Chris Jericho would be burned and believe me, when I speak prophecy, it comes true. These gelatinous tape worms may not like it but what you see before you is the alliance will herald the next great WWF Champion. He took you to the top and you spat it back in his face mark boy” Jericho points over at Bryan, now outside the ring, holding his head and being helped away as Cornette laughs at him “if you has stayed with him maybe you would still be the champion…but your time is done, and now it’s the era of Jericho. Welcome to the new age with a new King of wrestling! And Austin, I hope you’re watching because your bared from the building and I am about to rule the world. And that’s the bottom line cause Y2J 3:16 said so…boy!”
With that he holds up his arms, he and Cornette jumping up and taunting the fans as the show fades to black.

[Valdora]

WWF Retribution 2011 Build Up Week 3

Raw opens with the usual opening and pyro. JR and Lawler great us and we are ready for Monday Night Raw!

*Play Y2J*

Chris Jericho swaggers his way out with his new manager Jim Cornette at his side, yelling and proclaiming as he holds up his tennis racket to the people. They now get into the ring, the music dying and the boos reigning down.
“Last week the world found out just who Chris Jericho is and what Chris Jericho is about. This week I am asking…no I am demanding to be named the number one contender. Cactus Jack should be suspended and our Champion should know he doesn’t run this place! I am the rightful challenger, these idiots know it, I know it, Cornette knows it and the whole world knows that I am the King of professional wrestling! Make it official right now Shane, or suffer the consequences!”
They stand there, waiting for an answer that does not come.
“Shane! Take that silver spoon out your damn mouth, get out here give this man his rightful title shot!” Cornette rants and points at the nodding Jericho with his racket.
Jericho waits and again nothing, the crowd laughs. Jericho gets aggravated now and walks over, barking for a chair which he is given, takes it, sets it up and sits on it in the middle of the ring.
“I have all night Shane!” Jericho says and rests his head back on the chair, getting comfortable.
There is then a commotion in the crowd as threw it comes Bryan Danielson. The people are now cheering loudly as Bryan jumps the guard rail, his eyes like daggers on the unaware Jericho.
“Oh my…Bryan not looking to happy about what happened last week!” JR calls as Danielson now gets up onto the ring apron.
Cornette now sees him and yells to Jericho, pointing and panicking. Jericho looks up just as Bryan leaps up onto the top rope and springboard down with a closeline, taking Jericho’s head off over the chair and collapsing it underneath them as they fall, Bryan then mouths Jericho and starts to hammer into him as crowd goes wild. Cornette now comes over and goes to hit Bryan with the racket, but he turns, blocks it and then kicks Cornette straight in the head, turning to go back on Jericho when…wham! Christian now runs down and takes him out.
Jericho is now back up and three start brawling back and forth, everything broken down.

*Play Shane Mcmahon*

“Hey! Stop it! I said stop it right now!” Shane walks out on stage, a surge of security and referees behind him that manage to pull the men apart, Bryan kicking for Christian as he is pulled back and Christian trying to swing for him in kind.
“You three want to fight? You three all think you should get a title shot! Well perfect! Because you all are at the top of the list and I have the perfect solution. Next Sunday at Retribution you three will face off in a triple threat match, the winner will be the number one contender and will get a title shot in the main event of King of the Ring!”
The crowd cheers in approval as the three men look around the ring at each other.
“Now if that’s all, please clear the ring!” Shane orders.
The three men stare each other down as they are removed from the ringside area, Cornette holding his head and wincing as he walks away with Jericho.
“Oh and one more thing…” Shane stops and turns around as all action stops “tonight you will all be in action in the main event. Jericho you will team with the Tag Team Champions the Nexus to take on The Intercontinental Champion Jushin Liger, and like it or not guys, Bryan Danielson and Christian in a huge 6 man tag team match! Now, let’s get on with the show!”
“What? Bryan and Christian have been trying to kill each other for weeks! How can they possibly work together?” JR calls.
“They are going to have to, or they will lose!” Replies King “but what a main event! Wow!”
Christian and Bryan stare daggers at each other as we fade out to our first break.

When we come back the Outlaws are in the ring. Road Dogg has a microphone.
“Well you had your chance to name a time and a place for a match…hell you could have picked a stipulation and I think Shane O Idiot would have let you. But you have had a week Motor City and you have lost your chance. The D O Double G and the BAD A Double S say that the night we step over you back to tag team dominance will be Retribution. And the match…well…”

*Play MCMG*

The Guns runs down now attacking The Outlaws, a brawl breaking out. A few moments later Shelly yells to Sabin who goes under the ring and pulls out a table, sliding it into the ring. Shelly does the same on the other side. Both men then set the tables up, climb the top rope as the crowd is going nuts and fly off with a frog-splash and a 450 splash sending the outlaws through the tables!

*Play Shane Mcmahon*

Shane now comes out on stage with a grin on his face.
“Why what a good idea. At Retribution the New Age Outlaws will take on the Motor City Machine Guns in a table match!”
The crowd roars in approval as Shelly and Sabin grin and nod at Shane, leaving and clapping hands with the fans. In the ring the Outlaws are holding themselves as they rise with angry frowns upon their faces.

Then it’s our first match as the number one contender for the women’s championship Hamada defeats the Voodoo Queen Roxxi. Hamada is on a hell of a roll beating every woman in her way on the road to the title.

We now are in a darkened room, in a dark house. Their sitting in the centre of it on a chair is a figure. As we move in the T-shirt comes into the little bits of light and we recognize the wanted dead design. The crowd boos knowing its Cactus Jack.
On the bottom of the screen it reads “footage sent to production from an undisclosed location.”
“Happy Easter everyone, it’s the time of the year everyone used to celebrate the story of Jesus and his resurrection…but now just get fat on chocolate eggs. It’s also usually the time around here that the champion should be riding high, he is the champion coming out of Wrestlemania, and maybe as now he has it even still. But instead he’s a cripple at home trying to rehab himself to be able to come back and do it all over again, get the beating of his lifetime again! So AJ you demanded a match with me and you even put your title on the line…well little man you have no idea what you are asking for. You say you want me but deep down you know that I am going to hurt you. Two weeks ago will be nothing compared to what I will do to you at Retribution AJ. And the title…well that is just extra motivation. How sweet my Retribution will be when you nothing more than a quivering mass of bloody flesh, neck broken, face destroyed, by my feet and I hold up your World Title covered in your blood. I’ll cover that title in your blood AJ, then I will let that blood dry and from then on the WWF title will be a dark red as a reminder to any challenger who wants to take my prize from that fateful night. And seeing as how you want unadulterated revenge, and seeing as how I want to finish the job I started…let’s remove the safety net. Nothing to hold us back, no rules, no mercy. No holds barred….BANG BANG!”
We now slowly fade out to the disturbing sound of Foley’s laughter.

When we come back it’s the last of the Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Qualifying matches. The Dynamite Kid and his new partner the Irish brawler Finlay are in the ring awaiting their opponents.

*Play RVD*

RVD & and Sabu come out with Bill Alfonso blowing his whistle and leading the charge. Finlay and Kid battle as rough as they can but in the end the ECW Champion and his old nemesis/partner takes it. RVD and Sabu taking the final place in the match.

Then the crowd cheers loudly as AJ Styles appears on the screen. He is sitting in his house, still with stitches over his eyebrow and a swelled eye. On the top of the screen it reads “Live via satellite.”
“Hey. I know this set up was for me to do an interview and all that’s but frankly I got all that out of my system last week. This week I just want to take a moment to publicly respond to one Mick Foley, Cactus Jack. Nice creepy video you made their Cactus, and it might scare a few people but now me, not me! I am the WWF World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion!” He holds up the belt as the crowd cheer “and I didn’t get their by backing down from a fight…or a challenge. You want to fight me with no rules? No holds barred Foley? Well that is more than fine with me! Because like I said last week, I have never wanted to beat the hell out of someone so much…and being able to do that without limits? Well that’s just fine with me. Some people may say I am being goaded into your specialty Cactus, but what you are about to find out is that it’s now going to be mine! See you on the 15th!”
With that the camera cuts and we go to break.

Then Kaz takes on Dolph Ziggler. Ziggler managing to get the win with the sleeper. As he gets his hands raised, Sherri comes into the ring clapping and smiling. Dolph then gets a microphone.
“KENTA!” Dolph yells “you want to keep sticking your nose in my business…well in return I will keep sticking mine in yours. Seems to me that we need to settle this man to boy! Me and you at Retribution KENTA, what do you say to that KENTA? Huh? I expect your answer will be yes…because not all of your Japanese idiots are gutless pricks! Well…then again Pearl Harbor. But still…if and when you do accept KENTA, you will find out why they call me perfection!”
With that his music hits and he hold sup his arms to loud boos, Sherri clapping behind him as the segment ends.

When we come back the ring is draped in purple, the organ is playing and the choir is singing.
“Ladies and Gentleman…your pimpin Pope D’angelo Dinero!”

*Play Pope*

Pope raises his hands high as he bursts through the curtain to loud boos. He smiles broadly and kisses at them anyway, coming down the ramp and then reaching into his pockets and pulling out Pope dollar bills which’s he throws to the crowd. He yells “bless you! Bless you my child!” As he throws them and then finally jives his way into the ring and takes the microphone to speak for this week’s sermon.
“Can I get an Amen?!” Loud boos “oh yes as a great man once said; it is time to testify! Time for you all to listen to what your beloved Pope has to say and heed my words or be dammed brothers and sisters…it’s your choice. Already people are reaching out with emails and calls telling the World Wrestling Federation offices of how they are touched by my words, motivated having seen the light. Thousands of letters fly in from all over the world thanking me for showing them the way. But that’s fine…that’s just my job. But I know you all are at the edge of your seats, hands raised in wait for my words this week. My sermon this week brothers and sisters is about a terrible man, a man motivated by drugs and violence. A man who is so out of his mind thanks to mind altering substances that he brought back a dead companies title and is trying to resurrection the evil, sinful ECW! This Rob Van Dam, this RVD is nothing but a demon that is polluting your children’s minds, telling them about his 420. Smoking that stuff is not ok, nor is taking a chair and bashing it into another man’s skull while the worst of you cheer him with chants of ‘ECW! ECW!” He lowers his head “ECW was one of the worst sins made by man and it needs to remain dead so that your children will be save from it’s terrible influence…from Rob Van Dam’s terrible influence. So what I want you all to do brothers and sisters is contact the offices once again and renounce Rob Van Dam and his Indian devil of a partner, renounce ECW and demand that they get taken out of the tag team title match. In their place should then be the team of your Pope and the Lord, oh how great tag team champions we would be. AMEN!” He holds out his arms to thunderous boos “that concludes our sermon for today. Peace be upon you all. Love each other and love your Pope even more. Thank you!”
He takes a bow to the boos and yells out thanks as we cut to break.

Then it’s the prey of the week as Stevie Ray is destroyed by Samoa Joe in a clean win after a muscle buster.

“Ladies and Gentleman” Gene Okerlund is in the interview set “the World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions Nexus!”
The crowd boos as Miz, Barret and Chelsea move into shoot, Miz and Barret cockily swaggering.
“Gentleman, we now know all the men you will face in the four corners tag team match for those titles. How do you think Sabu and Rob Van Dam will affect the match? And what do you think are your chances of walking out still the tag team champions?”
“The people don’t think we have much at all do they Gene?” Barrett asks, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder.
“Well no…they don’t” Okerlund says and moves the microphone back.
“That’s because they are idiots and as always underestimate the Nexus. You remember what happened the last time they knew we would be beaten don’t you? The Guns lost these belts that’s what!”
“Yeah!” Miz pulls the microphone to his mouth “and as far as Pot incorporated with a side order of missed moonsaults go…well they can live in 1998 all they want, but the fact is ECW is dead, that title RVD carries is worthless…well not that it ever had much prestige. But still those two will get a dropkick back into the 21st century thanks to the Nexus, and so will the Mexican Yoyo gang and the generic Japanese idiots!”
“What about tonight then, you are in the main event against the team…?”
“Of the red Power Ranger and two guys who can’t even change in the same locker room. Yeah…wow we are shaking in our boots. Tonight they will go down to Wade Barret, The Miz, The Tag Team Champions…because we’re the Nexus….”
“And we’re bloody awesome!” Barret finishes and grins, the two walking out of shot as Okerlund sighs and then shrugs at the camera as we go back to the arena.

Then it’s two of the teams in that four corner title match at Retribution as LAX take on No Limit. Both teams but up a hell of a fight in the damn fine tag match but in the end Homicide hits the Cop Killa for the 3 count. Hernandez, Konnan and Sarita celebrate with him LAX style, leaving No Limit laying as we go to break.

When we come back we are in the locker room area and can here shouting and commotion in the locker room ahead. The camera shakes as it runs up to the door and enters, zooming in on a blazing argument between Christian and Bryan Danielson.
“Well maybe you should keep you crap on your side!” Christian pushes him.
“Make me!” Bryan squares up to him.
“Fellas! Fellas!” Dusty pleads ahead of the others as he and Liger try and restore order and keep them apart “we got to be partners, we got to stick on the same page or Nexus and Jericho will eat us alive. And Liger doesn’t want to be cost the winning money because of you two hot heads!”
Bryan and Christian breathe hard as they stare over at each other, Bryan then sighs and looks at Dusty “You’re right” he nods and walks off to the other end of the bench.
“Yeah” Christian nods “we are partners…for now.”
“Hey! Get outta here! We got to get ready!” Dusty pushes the camera out and closes the door as we cut.
Then it’s our main event. The six man tag team match. The heel team of Nexus and Jericho has the entire crowd booing them out of the building, the people solidly behind the faces. But despite Liger and Dusty’s best effort, and a hell of fight in the mean time, Christian and Bryan explode on each other allowing Bryan to get nailed with the Code Breaker, Liger dropkicked out of the ring by Miz, and then Barrett finishes Christian with the Vader Bomb for the 1…2…3.
The cocky villains get booed heavily as they get their hands raised, Cornette and Chelsea clapping and cheering as they join them. The Tag Champions then take their belts, Jericho wiping his heels at Christian and Bryan and take their leave, heading up the ramp as a five person party in celebration to thunderous boos.
We now come back to the ring as Liger enters it, sighing and putting his hands on his hips as he looks down in aggravation as his downed partners who are now starting to pull themselves up. He moves as, raising his arms in question to Christian when the lights cut out.

*Play Final Hayabusa Package*

The lights this time however, unlike the last three times, don’t come back up. Instead they stay off as the crowd buzzes in the dark. Hayabusa’s music then kicks in as the lights come on and Hayabusa is in the ring across from Liger. The crowd is going nuts as Liger and Hayabusa stare across the ring as each other. Dusty comes in, wide eyed and without taking his eyes of Hayabusa puts both of Liger’s belts on his shoulders. Hayabusa and Liger continue to stare down for the moment as the crowd eat it up, then Hayabusa raises his arm and points to both belts. Liger reeling back in reaction as the crowd roar, then the show fades to black.

[Valdora]

Monday Night Raw: Retribution 2011 Go Home Show

Raw fades in to a shoot of Hayabusa standing behind a ladder and looking through it to the camera. The crowd cheers loudly in response. Hayabusa now slowly walks around the ladder and looks into the camera again, turning and nodding towards it and walking off screen. The camera pans back to the ladder and zooms in as we go to the opening title sequence.

*Play Raw Opening*

“Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night Raw!” JR greats us as the camera pans the rabid crowd “we are only 6 nights away from Retribution and it is shaping up to be one of the biggest, most eventual, most violent nights I have ever called. We will have details on all those matches and King…what the hell was with that footage of Hayabusa a minuet ago?”
“Oh you have to believe its Hayabusa’s silent way of proposing a ladder match for Ligers GHC and Intercontinental titles! Man if that happens…just wow!” King replies “Indeed we will find out if that is case. Also tonight folks the WWF Champion AJ Styles will return, Cactus Jack is in the building, they will sign the contract for their title match later on! That is going to be…something. But in the mean time let’s get things started here!”

Our opening contest is a tag team match between the FBI and the Motor City Machine Guns. Shelly is able to hit the Shell Shock for the win, the Guns looking strong heading into their tables match with the outlaws on Sunday. They are holding their arms up high in victory when from behind comes Billy Gunn and the Road Dogg beating them down. They then grab two tables, Dogg then pump handle slams Sabin through one and Billy powerbombs Sabin through the other! The Outlaws hold up their arms over the Guns lying in the remains of the table to loud boos as we go to break.

We now come back to the announce table.
“Folks we have something to show you. Now this is not very good quality as it was taken on a kid’s camera phone but this was sent in to our production team after this incident was reported and it’s the only footage we have of it. Roll to footage guys” JR sighs.
We now see a low quality phone video of Chris Jericho walking through a crowd in a mall of excited people, lots of yelling, cheering as Jericho move through the fans, the kid taking this one of them obviously.
“This is like something you find on YouTube of out of ring incidents” King comments.
“This was at an autograph session” JR tells us “and thank God this kid was filming so we could see this…watch this folks.”
Jericho is cockily moving through the crowd, ignoring them and their requests for autographs and pictures…then the crowd noise gets deafening, clipping the low quality audio as from the side pushing through the people comes Steve Austin hammering into Y2J as the crowd push back, the scene that of chaos as Austin hammers into the shocking Jericho, knocking his sunglasses off and pummeling him down to the ground and then the stomping the hell out of him on the floor as Jericho cries out in pain. The kid struggles the film over the chaos as everyone around is going nuts, but manages to push through and film the best he can. The mall security now arrive and start to yell and push people back, the kid holding his phone up over everyone to continue filming as Austin continues beating on Jericho until the security pull him off on mass, Austin turns and hammers into the them as the crowd roar even louder. Finally the security is able to tackle him down, the police now arriving and hand cuffing Austin. As he is taken away he passes the camera, noticing it and barking into it.
“I can’t get to him in the building Shane, but I sure as hell can whip his ass everywhere else. Oh hell yeah!” He grins as he is taken away under arrest.
We now come back to the arena as the crowd is cheering and chanting “Austin! Austin! Austin!”
“Well…what can you say to that? Austin is hell bent on beating the hell out of Chris Jericho and even though he is barred from this show he managed to get him elsewhere!” JR comments.
“And he was rightfully arrested for it! That is assault! Chris is wrestling tonight, not to mention his big number one contenders match on Sunday! Now he is all beat up thanks to that outlaw! I hope Shane fires his ass for this! King exclaims.
“Well we will have more on this when we have it. The video is on the kids YouTube channel if you want to watch it again. Just…wow Austin is pissed! But be that as it may we have a show to go. We will keep you updated as best we can on this situation.”

When we come back we are in the locker room with Gene Okerlund and Dusty Rhodes. Behind then Liger is muttering in Japanese and pacing back and forth.
“Well Dusty…Liger” Gene looks over a Liger with a raised eyebrow, then back to Dusty “you saw the challenge earlier tonight. Will Jushin meet Hayabusa in a ladder match on Sunday?”
“Well what you have to realize is the reason Jushin is like this Gene. Liger has never been in a match like this, they don’t do cages and ladders and tables in new Japan. This is more Hayabusa’s FMW element. But…”he sighs “we are talking it over and we are considering it. We will let you all know along with Hayabusa later. Thank you” he nods and walks over to Liger to try and talk to him as Gene turn back to the camera.
“Back to you JR.”

The organ is playing, the choir is singing, the ring is set up like a gospel church. It is time for the Pope.
“Ladies and Gentleman your pimpin Pope D’angelo Dinero!”

*Play Pope*

Pope burst through the curtain with his arms held wide, reaches into his pocket and throws Pope Dollars to the crowd before strutting into the ring and grabbing the house microphone as the choir clap and sing behind him.
“Praise the lord! Praise the Pope!” He begins to thunderous boos “oh yes it is time for the Popes Sermon and it is time for another thousand, maybe tens of thousands of you, to be saved by my words. This week my brothers and sisters I need to talk to you about an evil, evil man. A man whose appetite for satanic destruction is only offset by his appetite for food. A jelly belled monster named Samoa Joe!”
“Oh no” JR chimes in.
“Every week that big evil man comes out here and takes pleasure is hurting people. Now if that is not an evil man I don’t know what is. He says he is on a crusade for the title, for respect, but I say he is on a crusade for Satan. What I would like you all to do is boo this man, fast food outlets around this country should not serve this man and help him lose the weight he loves to throw around. And then the good lord will strike this evil beast down and remove him from the Popes destiny of championship success here in the World Wrestling Federation! Can I get an amen!”

*Play Samoa Joe*

“Ah!” King exclaims.
“Oh boy. It had to happen sooner or later. Someone had to respond. I think Pope choose the wrong man to speak his gospel on tonight!” Adds JR.
Samoa Joe comes out to a huge cheer, colour drains from Popes face as he looks towards the ramp with terror. He lifts his sunglasses for the first time and we see the terror is his eyes as Samoa Joe charges down the ramp.
“Pope! Get out of there! Good Lord save him!” Lawler exclaims.
Joe now gets into the ring, the choir running for their lives. Joe now charges for Pope but Pope ducks it and runs out of the ring and into the crowd as fast as his legs will carry him, running to the hills up the arena and looking back with pure fear in his eyes. Joe now smashes, kicks and stomps destroying Pope’s church set, ripping the purple drapes for the ring, smashing the choir stand, breaking the fake candle light stand over his knee. He then looks with rage towards Pope who takes off further up into the crowd and out of sight.
“Pope. You preached about the wrong man tonight. Samoa Joe is here to kick your so called holy ass!” JR exclaims as we go to break.

When we come backing JR and King announce that a match was just added by Shane Mcmahon after seeing the last segment. At Retribution the Pope will take on Samoa Joe.

Then Hamada defeats Sarita in a competitive but one sided bout. She once again looks very impressive heading into her title bout.

*Play Trish*

The crowd comes alive as Trish walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand and title belt around her shoulder as she looks down into the ring at her challenger who stares right back.
“I have been watching” Trish begins “I have taken a back seat and I have been watching as you have come out her and won match after match, beat all the women there is to beat around here right now to get to me. You were looking to make a statement…well you made it. You are good Hamada” she nods, Hamada nods right back and replies in Japanese “but I’m better. You know why?” Trish holds up her title belt “because this says so. I am the best female wrestler in the world. You want to try and take that…bring it. Because this means more to me than anything in the world and I will fight for it. See you Sunday.”
With that her music hits and the two women stare down as we go to break.

When we come back The Nexus are in the ring.
“Well we were given this time to talk about our title defense this Sunday so all of you need to shut up first of all!” Miz rants to even louder boos and jeers in response, Miz shakes his head at Barrett, waits for it to quiet down and then continues “as I was about to say. This Sunday Shane Mcmahon has put us in a match that he feels will finally get these belts off us. He is so determined to do that that he has put us in a match we apparently can’t win! Well what I say to that is Shane at Retribution the Nexus will do what they do best, pull of the impossible and win!” Loud boos again.
“And none of the teams he has put us against can stop us. I mean they may have talent in fighting, wrestling and putting people through tables. But what those morons need to realize is that we are the Nexus and we are untouchable!” Barret adds.

*Play No Limit*

No Limit come to the ring and just stare daggers at the champions. Miz walks forward, holding out his belt with one arm.
“What? You got something to say? Oh I forgot…you can’t understand us can you. Hey boys…you suck!” Miz laughs with Barrett.
“Hey No Limit!” Barret chuckles “this Sunday you two are going to job to us worse than your country did to that earthquake!” The boos reigns down in disgust at that remark as Nexus laugh their asses off.
Then Naito reaches up and grabs the mic from Miz, the crowd erupt as Miz and Barret stop laughing, the smiles wipes off their faces as they stare at him.
“Nexus…you are dead men walking. Those titles are going to be ours. Then your egos will be as small as your dicks!”
The crowd goes nuts with laugher and cheers and Miz and Barret animatedly yell and react to the move, shouting back to all that it’s true. Miz even frantically runs over to Chelsea and yells “ask her! Ask her!”

*Play LAX*

The crowd boos as all four of LAX walk out on stage and down the ramp as Konnan has a microphone.
“When you white frat boys and Japanese immigrants have quiet finished with your stupid little pissing match…it’s time to listen to us. You two can laugh and bitch all you want but this Sunday will finally be the age of LAX, finally with myself and Sarita behind then they will do what they have always come here to do. They are going to beat the hell out of anyone in their way and take those belts. Nexus you say you ain’t scared of us, well we eat little white asses like yours for breakfast and coming very soon your gonna be eating yours through a straw bitches! And the same goes for Kantenti mark 2 too!”

*Play RVD*

The crowd roars as and chant as the whole f’king Show RVD and Sabu come out with Bill Alfonso in toe.
“Hey…way I see it Nexus has pissed me off by talking badly about my friends and my ECW home. LAX you piss me off because you give all Latin Americans a bad name with your racist crap. And No Limit well you’re just in the way. You see this Sunday it I will have another title on my other shoulder. Sabu and I will teach you all the meaning of extreme. And hell the way I see it is let’s just shut the F up and fight!”
With that he throws down the mic and he and Sabu down the ramp and hammer into LAZ who strike right back, Konnan helping out. In the ring Nexus and No Limit now begin hammering into each other. Finally the two other teams enter the ring and the four teams brawl back and forth as the crowd goes wild, Fonzy, Chelsea and Sarita yelling and banging on the ring apron on the outside. Finally a mass of security arrive and break it up to loud boos. Miz is groggy as he backs off, goes over and grabs his belt from Barret as he holds him up. All eight men stare each other down as we cut to break.

Then it’s our first hour main event as Chris Jericho takes on Finlay. The Irish brawler puts up a hell of a stiff fight in a great hard hitting match but the end Jericho makes his tap to the walls and gets his hand raised to loud boos.
As his music plays Cornette now comes in with a microphone.
“Everyone shut the hell up because the next Champion is about to speak!” Cornette rants to loud boos and hands Jericho the microphone.
“What you just saw is put an example of what I will do on Sunday night to those two mid card idiots. There can only be one man who will be the face of this company and I don’t care who wins the title match between Foley and Styles because whoever it is will be beaten by me at the King of the Ring and then you will all realize you are living in the era of Jericho. The next number one contender and the King of the World!”
With that he music plays and he posses for the crowd as we cut.

When we come back we are shown footage of an incident that happened during the break. We see a camera shakily catching up to KENTA and Dolph Ziggler as they break into a heated brawl in the corridor. Smashing through people and light stands as their hatred for each other has boiled over. We see them pulled apart and then come back to live with King and JR.
“Man!” King exclaims “everyone is trying to beat the hell out of everyone tonight. And we haven’t even gotten to the biggest title feud in our main event yet!”
“Indeed tensions are running high heading into what will certainly be a night of Retribution for many of our Superstars.”

We are with Jushin Liger and Dusty in the locker room as Okerlund comes in.
“Dusty. I hear Liger has made a decision” Okerlund says and puts the microphone in Dusty’s face.
“He has and you will find it out next” Dusty replies and walks with Liger out of shot as Gene looks on.

*Play Jushin Liger*

The crowd are going nuts for Liger as he stands with both his belts on his shoulder, breathing hard as Dusty gets a microphone.
“Hayabusa Liger respects you for turning away from your Darkside just like he did. And for that reason and for the fact you came to him and made a challenge like a man, he wants to give your answer like a man. Please come to the ring.”
They wait for a moment and then the lights cut out.

*Play Hayabusa*

When they come back Hayabusa is standing in the ring to roaring cheers from the rabid fans. Liger now slowly walks forward, as does Hayabusa, both men meeting in the centre of the ring as Dusty looks on. Liger then extends his hand and nods.
“Liger accepts your challenge. And will put both his titles on the line on Sunday. Seems perfect. Two titles hanging high, the Promised Land above the ring this Sunday!” Dusty exclaims.
“Wow! The GHC Juniorweight title on the line in the ladder match as well!” JR exclaims.
Hayabusa now nods back, takes Liger’s hand and shakes it to a loud cheer from the crowd.
“You heard it folks!” Dusty turns and yells to the crowd “Jushin Liger VS Hayabusa for the GHC Jr. and Intercontinental Championship this Sunday!”
The crowd is going nuts for that as Liger and Hayabusa stare across at each other and we got to break. The match is on.

Then in our last match of the nigh Christian takes on Bryan Danielson to try and settle some of their issues one on one before the triple threat on Sunday. The two have a 20 min technical wrestling great that breaks into a fist fight in the end. They trade near falls and close finishes in a rapid pace, finally finishing when Christian is able to catch Bryan in the Killswitch and get the 1…2…3.
“Christian just got the upper hand tonight. Does that mean he is going to be the number one contenders come Sunday? We will find out then….Bryan will not take this lose lightly either folks” JR says as Christian gets his hand raised and leaves, Bryan looking on as we got to our final break.

“Ladies and Gentleman” Shane Mcmahon is standing in the centre of the ring, a black clothed table in front of him with a chair, and a contract waiting “because of…heated issues between these two men. I think it is in the best interest of all involved to not allow them in the ring at the same time until their title match on Sunday.”
Loud boos, which Shane tries to ignore.
“So without further a due the first man who will come out here and sign. The challenger for the World Wrestling Federation Championship, returning from suspension and will go back to it unless he wins on Sunday. Cactus Jack!”

*Play Cactus*

The crowd boos as Cactus Jack shuffles down the ramp and rolls into the ring, giving the bang bang taunt to the crowd with a sick smile, they boo heavier right back. Cactus just grins at this and then walks over to the contract and lifts it up.
“I’m sure you will see all the legal stipulations are in there” Shane says “your suspension no holds barred, all of it. Also I will let you both know that whatever happens to either of you. I won’t be responsible.”
“That’s good” Jack has picked up the mic on the table “because when I am through with AJ…it won’t just be assault. It will be manslaughter!” He grits his teeth and then looks down to sign.

*Play AJ*

The crowd go nuts, Shane and Jack’s heads shoot towards the ramp in shock as the WWF Champion makes his return early, bursting through the curtain, pushing passed the security that and trying to stop him. He face is solemn, his eyes locked with cold blooded rage on Foley in the ring.
“NO! Get him to the back! You two can’t….no! Get back to the back AJ! I mean it!” Shane rants.
AJ does not here him, his eyes locked in tunnel vision as he enters the ring slowly but deliberately. He removes his suit jacket and title belt as the crowd as going berserk for him and chanting his name.
“AJ is back and he is ready for a fight. I think we need back up out here. It may take a thousand men to separate these two!” JR calls.
AJ now runs forward through the guards, up onto the table and down onto Jack, hammering into him with furious hard punches to the head. Cactus fires right back with shots of his own, furious punches flying back and forth between the two.
“These two pure hatred for each other! Jack feels AJ cost him everything! AJ was sidelined thanks to a vicious attack from Cactus! This is pure vile hatred between these men!” JR yells over the noise as the crowd is deafening for these two brawling. Security and refs and directed by Shane and to separate them but can’t hold them back. Cactus then manages to get his foot up and kick AJ between the legs for a low blow. The crowd boos heavily as AJ falls to his knees. Jack then reels back and smashes a hard punch into the champion’s forehead opening his stitches and reopening the deep cut from the barbed wire weeks ago, blood pouring down AJ’s face.
“Oh my god…here we go again JR!” King exclaims “Jack isn’t going to wait till Sunday!”
Cactus then brings AJ in, pushing past the officials in the ring and pulls AJ up onto the table and Piledrivers him through the table.
“Déjà vu indeed….dammit!” JR yells.
Cactus now stands with a sadistic smiles and side steps his way around the ring, pushing a couple of refs out the way and sees the title. The crowd reacts as they understand. Cactus now slowly reaches down and picks up the title, turning back to AJ, dropping to his knees and whipping the faceplate over Styles bloody head.
“Just like he said…he is covering the belt in AJ’s blood!” JR reminds us.
Cactus now lifts the belt up, we can see AJ’s red blood smeared over it and gleaming in the bright lights as Cactus holds it up and looks up at it like the holy grail. Finally the uniformed cops arrive and handcuff Cactus, taking him from the ring. As he is pulled up Jack spits on AJ’s lifeless body and yells “that’s just the start” he nods to the half red title belt “I do the rest of it and take it Sunday AJ!”
With that he is taken from the ring under Shane’s orders.
“Well the cops had to be called to stop it tonight but no holds barred for the title on Sunday no one will be able to stop it no matter how bad it gets. I hope the champion can even make it to Retribution. See you then folks….goodnight!”
With that we zoom in on Styles bloody head and then the red smeared title belt on the mat as the show fades to black.