Post by Valdora on Jun 12, 2011 21:28:05 GMT
WWF King of The Ring 2011
Live From Atlanta GA
Attendance: 24,000
Theme: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
We fade in from the opening package to the jam packed arena, the live crowd going wild as fireworks explode off the stage. We then pan the live crowd as JR greets us.
“Hello everyone and welcome to the King of the Ring! I’m Jim Ross along side the King Jerry Lawler. But tonight we will decide a new King, a King who will earn a title shot at the biggest event of the summer: Summerslam! We will also decide the WWF Championship between two of the best! What a night it’s going to be King.”
“Oh yeah JR! Can’t wait. But I will always be the King JR; this is just an annual prize, mine’s for life!” Lawler responds.
“Well let’s get it going King. And we start right of the bat with a massive semi final match!”
Semi Final 1: Y2J VS Christian
“Ladies and Gentleman” we cut to Finkle as he speaks in the centre of the ring “this match is set for one fall and is the first Semi final match in the King of the Ring Tournament!”
*Play Jericho and Christian*
Jericho makes his way out with Cornette to heavy jeers, swaggering his way into the ring. Christian gets a great positive reaction as he enters with his game face on.
Both men look across the ring at each other, Jericho mouthing off and taunting Christian with Cornette as Christian just glares at him. The referee then calls for the bell and the two begin circling around each other, feeling each other out and getting ready to lock up.
“Jericho has a sense of entitlement. In his mind he has already won this Tournament. But he has to get through Christian and the winner of the other Semi Final match later on first” JR comments.
“He’s already the King of the World JR! Now he’s gonna become King of the Ring and the next WWF Champion at Summerslam…against whatever idiot is it by then” King retorts.
The two now finally come in and lock up. The two breaks and then circle each other again, almost running before hooking up again and this time Jericho takes the advantage, throwing Christian down to the mat and then flexing at his with a chuckle, the crowd booing heavily in response.
“Oh man what a class act” JR scoffs.
Christian gets straight back up, shrugging it off and not taking his eyes off Jericho as he rises and gets into a ready stance. Jericho taunts him and yells “come on! Come on little man!”
Christian comes in again and this time Jericho is able to grab him in a side head, locking it in tightly. This time however Christian is able to rise him up and back him into the ropes, shooting him off and running forward to meet Jericho, jumping up nailing a dropkick to the chest, Christian stands and raises his arms out and now taunts Jericho now, glaring on as the crowd explodes. Jericho sneers and stands, coming in again.
Christian then hits the ropes again but this time Jericho catches him coming in with a spinning back heel kick, taking him down. Jericho stands, hitting the far ropes as Christian turns over on the mat. Jericho jumping over him and hitting the ropes on the other side. As he again Christian is stood and leapfrogs over him but Jericho slides threw under the bulldog, going behind and coming in on Christian, 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 Christian manages to kick him off, sending him flying across the ring. He stands as 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 Christian fires him back with a dropkick finally taking Jericho down.
Jericho regroups sliding out of the ring the floor near the ramp. Christian, 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 Christian who is now on the ring apron, running it and flying off with a diving closeline onto Jericho on the floor. Christian gets straight back up, going into the ring and wallowing in the cheers from the crowd as Jericho gets up on the outside. He 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 begins to drop Christian back, using all his strength to push Christian down onto the mat, his head touching it as he arches his back. Christian suddenly begins to raise up but Jericho quickly responds, throwing Christian down hard onto the mat, this time his back touching, keeping hold of the hands. But Christian brings his feet up, pushing off Jericho’s mid section to push him back and then kipping up onto his feet, grabbing Jericho and taking him over with a snap suplex. Jericho tries to get right back on his feet but is holding his back in pain, the impact obviously having aggravated it allowing Christian to run forward and once again take him down with his signature reverse DDT.
Jericho slowly now gets to his feet as Christian comes in again, raising his head up and then wailing on him with right hands, 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 Christian into the far ropes catching him coming in with a flying forearm. Jericho going for the cover and getting two. Jericho picks Christian up and places him between his legs, hoisting him up for a powerbomb but Christian 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 him, but Christian is able to leapfrog over him, waiting for Jericho to hit the ropes and then catches him coming in with a fisherman suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho stands but is at once caught with the dropkick and sent to the outside. Jericho takes a moment on the outside, walking around ringside holding his back, then gets up onto the apron. Christian 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. Christian turns and goes for a closeline but Jericho ducks underneath it, rises and begins nailing with straight kick to Liger’s gut, finish up with a spinning back heel kick to the head that sends Christian back into the ropes, the ropes holding him up.
Jericho then grabs him 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 Christian’s head on the ring apron sending him flying off to the floor.
Christian rises up using the ring upon to do so. He finally reaches and starts to come in, Jericho comes in throwing the ref aside. Christian however runs in, booting Jericho in the gut to sending him off, following up with hard shot sending him away and then heading across the ring apron to the top rope, climbing…but Jericho comes to life, runs up and nails a ensurguri to the head, leaving Christian to crash down out of it on the mat below head first!
Jericho now comes in and covers for 1….2….NO! Christian gets his shoulder up.
Jericho in mat in a tantrum and stands, picking Christian up and grabbing the legs, dropping him onto his back for the Walls, Christian however is able to kick him off, but that sends Jericho flying into the referee taking him out! Christian now stands coming and shaking his head as this, trying to revive the ref and then going over to Jericho, grabbing him and driving him down with the Killswitch, covering!....But there is no referee to make the count. Christian holds his head, slamming the mat in frustration and then coming over to wake the zebra shirted man up…when the crowd begins to stir, the stir turning in a full on frenzy, the noise getting louder as Edge jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring. Christian is wide eyed, turns around from the referee and wham! Is nailed with a spear. The crowd is now booing heavily, the noise deafening as Edge goes over and grabs Jericho, slapping him to wake him up. As he begins to do so groggily, Cornette yelling with glee on the outside and for him to hurry up, Edge turns and looks down at Christian with a sly grin.
“You wanted me” he says with a grin as he pulls his hair behind his ear “you got me.”
Security now hits the ring, pulling Edge out and ejecting the ROH wrestler from the arena. The crowd rabid around him as he carried away, but it’s too late, the damage done and the smile on his face shows he knows it as he is taken away.
“Dammit! No! An ROH contracted guy can’t do this! This match can’t end like this dammit!” JR yells at ringside “this is not right!”
Jericho now comes over, a smile now appearing now his face as he picks Christian up, grinning at the booing fans and then the codebreaker. Jericho now swaggers his head, the smile not leaving he face as he crawls over to Christian, Cornette on the outside wildly gesturing him on. Jericho then covers Christian one arm, using the other to grab the lifeless hand of the referee and counts with it 1…2…
*Glass Breaks!*
The arena goes absolutely insane as Stone Cold Steve Austin marches out.
“What!” King exclaims, as the camera shows Jericho and Cornette’s white stunned faces saying the same.
“Austin’s back! Austin’s back! And not a moment too soon!” JR yells out.
Austin marches up the steps into the ring with a purpose. Jericho shakes off his shock and gets enraged running in and getting the hell beat out of him with repeated hard right hands, he wobbles back and then swings to fire back, but Austin ducks it, going behind, turning Jericho around, kicking him in the gut and hitting the Stunner as the roof blow off further. Cornette now throws his jacket off and wildly runs into the ring now, swinging his bat but Austin ducks that and then wham! Hits Cornette with a stunner as well! Not a person is sitting in the arena as Austin now slides out of the ring, leaving carnage in his path.
He backs up the ramp and as the noise slowly starts to calm Christian is now back up. Not knowing what the hell is going on he grabs the groggily rising Jericho, hooks the arms and drives him down with the Killswitch. He cover as finally the referee has come to and counts 1…2…3!
“NO!” King yells “JR! This is wrong!”
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander King! Christian advances!” JR replies, trying his best not to laugh.
“Here is your winner” Finkle announces to a further roar from the crowd “and advancing to the Finals: Christian!”
The crowd cheer and claps with joy as Christian gets his hand raised and leaves the ring, holding his ribs, he looks pissed as he heads up the ramp despite the result.
Back in the ring Jericho and Cornette finally come too, starting to realize what has happened. Jericho starting to have a tantrum.
“Well, Austin is back and he let Jericho know it. I think Stone Cold has a new mission in life and that is to make Jericho’s life hell!” JR calls as we cut to a promo.
Tag Team Championship
*Play Entrances*
The Bulldogs looked pumped and ready as they walk down to the ring to a good reaction. The Miz and Barrett however are booed heavily as they swagger down to the ring with Chelsea in toe.
Miz is mouthing off across the ring at the reunited legends, kissing his belt with a gesture and handing it to the referee, Barret doing the same behind him as he steps to the apron. The two discuss last minute tactics before Miz breaks and starts walking to the centre of the ring to meet Dynamite who will start for the bulldogs.
At once Dynamite hits a dropkick sending Miz staggering back to a loud pop, and another and again Miz flies back into the ropes then defiantly runs forward into a final third dropkick that this time sends him falling out of it into the ropes. The crowd cheers in approval as Miz looks on with wide eyes at the determined Englishman who gestures and yells at him to come on. Without taking his eyes off of him, white faced, Miz reaches over and tags in Barrett now.
The powerhouse enters the ring but Dynamite does not back up, at once running in and hammering into Barrett with hard rights, Barrett fires back with a forearm shot of his own then scoops Dynamite up and dives him down with a high impact scoop slam. Dynamite now arches his back and then crawls over, tagging in Davey boy now. The two power houses meat in the center of the ring, butting chests against each other until they start trading blows, Bulldog now going for the slam but Barrett reverses it with a clubbing blow, grabs Davey and scoop slams him down hard into the mat now.
He then reaches down and picks Davey up, Irish whipping him back into the ropes and shooting him across the ring, going for a back elbow but Davey boy ducks it, the crowd coming alive as he grabs Barrett now and heaves him up high, driving him into the mat with a hard scoop slam. Barrett now gets to a seated position facing Davey and backs off, arms out stretched as he moves in with bad intentions. Davey reaches down, Barrett goes for a low blow but Davey hammers down into him with an axe handle then grabs him, heaves him up and holds him in the military press. The crowd cheers and awe at the legends strength as he holds him there and then drives Barrett down into the mat again. The crowd is now cheering loudly as Barrett is begging off, out of it as he backs away on the mat shaking his head as the now smiling Davey boy.
Barrett now stands, being gestured to bring it, but moves over and tags Miz in now. Miz looks shocked and annoyed at this, but is ordered into the ring by the referee and does so slowly, timidly. Davey runs in with a closeline and Miz slinks out of the way, and again, and again, Miz looks fearful for his life as he does his best to avoid each massive forearm of the Bulldog. Finally they lock up into the center of the ring, Miz now ducking down behind and hooking the tights for a roll up foe 1…2…NO!
Davey looks pissed off as he rolls back and then stands, running for Miz with a closeline but Miz ducks it again and this time grabs Davey, throwing him back into the corner and booting the hell out of him there, the crowd booing heavily as Miz’s tactics. Miz then grabs the neck of the Bulldog and starts ringing it until the referee comes and counts, forcing him to back off. He soon however moves back in, grabbing the head with one hand and hammering away with the other several times with mean, stiff shots to the head. He then grabs the arm of Davey and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, Davey however stops himself, turns and takes Miz’s head off with a closeline, turning Miz inside out as the crowd erupts in support, he then drops down and covers for 1…2…NO! Miz gets the shoulder up.
Davey reaches down and scoops him up by the head, lifting him and backing into the ropes, tagging Dynamite back in now.
Dynamite runs into the ring, grabs Miz and throws him over with a hard release overhead belly to belly. Miz rolls away from that as the crowd roar and stumbling over tags in Barrett, Barrett runs in now and get caught and taken over hard with a belly to belly of his own. Barrett rolls over and stands as Dynamite comes in now but Barrett is able to bring his knee up and drive it into the ribs of Dynamite as he comes in. The crowd boos as Dynamite keels over.
“Oh man, those injured ribs from last Monday coming into play. Remember the belt ridden Vader bomb Barret did to both these men” JR comments.
The move indeed has taken its toll as Barrett reaches down, heaving Dynamite up and driving him into the mat with a sidewalk slam for 1…2…NO!
Barrett lifts his head off the mat and locks in a rear chin lock. Dynamite struggles in the hold, but soon starts to wilt, that is until the capacity crowd begin clapping and stomping, willing him on. He reaches out his arm moving with the rhyme, it getting louder as he manages to rolls back and stand, driving the point of the elbow into Barrett’s ribs, once, twice, three…no Barrett ducks behind and locks in a octopus stretch, stretching the injured ribs. Dynamite cries out in a pain, trying to reach for the ropes that are very, very far away. He looks in extreme pain, he face telling the story as he holds it, trying to fight off the effects. The referee comes in and asks but he refuses several times as the hold is locked in deeper now. Barrett now having enough reels back and hammers down into the ribs, over and over with clubbing blows, Dynamite letting out blood curdling screams with each. Barrett continues to work over the ribs, now yelling “tap you twat!”
But those words fire Dynamite up, he manages to reaches back and using all his strength takes Barrett over with a hip toss. He falls to the mat for a moment, Davey and the fans streaming for him to get moving. Barrett start to rise as he now stands and runs for the corner, Davey’s hand out stretched…but Barrett grabs him back the leg, pulling him back, pulling him in, heaving him up and dropping back for a fall away slam into the turnbuckles! Dynamite lets up a cry, holding his back and ribs as he impacts with the pads and buckles. Barrett now stands and walks over, tagging in Miz now. Miz now comes in, grabbing the rising Dynamite by the head and taking him over a snapmare, following with a quick dropkick and then mockingly dropping a head-but. He then scraps Dynamite down into a cover for 2.
Miz now rises and goes back to the ribs, exposing them, backing off and driving a Harley race like knee down into them. Dynamite cries out in pain. Miz then grabs the arm, exposing the ribs again and then locking an Iron claw hold on them. He keeps it on, calling for Dynamite to tap, but he won’t. Miz curses and lets go, lifting Dynamite up and running to the ropes for his neckbreaker when wham! Out of nowhere Dynamite nails a dropkick. The crowd comes alive as Dynamite starts to move now, the crowd stomping and clapping as he crawls over to Davey Boy who is yelling and reaching out as far as he can, begging the tag on. Finally Dynamite reaches him, put as again pulled back by Miz, Miz then throws him to the ropes and hooks in a sleeper hold, dropping back and scissoring the legs over the hurt ribs. The move doubly effective as the cocky one drops back. Miz is now nodding and yelling, syncing in the hold tighter and tighter as Kid is wilting in his grasp. Miz now yells for the referee to call it. The referee now reaches down and lifts the arm up, it slumps to the mat once, lifts it again, and it again falls to the mat, lifts it for a third time….but Dynamite starts to move, the crowd coming alive as he does, fighting onto his feet and hammering with all he has into Miz, throwing him into the ropes, holding him ribs for a moment but then dropping down and letting Miz pass over, standing and turning, waiting for him as he slingshots back nails a hard European uppercut, sending Miz stumbling away, then grabs him, lifts him and drives him down with a gut wrench powerbomb into a seated pin for 1…2…NO! Miz just kicks out!
Dynamite slams the mat in frustration and stands now, holding his ribs as he goes over and finally to a roar tags Davey Boy back in! Miz now crawls over and tags in Barrett now!
Both men run with a full head of steam but Davey gets the upper hand, nailing a closeline. Miz now stands and runs in and gets hit with a closeline as well, Davey then turns back with momentum building towards Barrett, grabbing him, pulling him in and lifting him up in the vertical suplex…and holding him there. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7….8….9….At 10 he dives Barrett down into the mat to loud applause and cheers from the live crowd. He now covers for 1….2….NO! Barrett kicks, Davey now runs for the ropes as Barrett stumbles to stand, taking him down with a running shoulder tackle, turning to the rising Miz as he turns and taking him down with one as well. He then turns back to Barrett, standing behind him; waiting for him to stand and turn, then grabs him, hoists him up and drives him to the mat with the running power slam! The crowd roars, knowing it’s over but Davey does not cover, instead he goes over and tags Dynamite who heads straight to the top rope, Davey grabs him there and with assist throws him across the ring and down onto Barrett with a the diving head but and covers….but Chelsea is on the ring apron distracting the referee!
The crowd boos heavily as Davey now looks over with a frown as this, going over as Dynamite now breaks the pin and looks over in anger and confusion as well as the referee argues with Chelsea on the ring apron. Davey now interjects and it becomes and three way argument, until he turns away, hands up hips, looking up and wham! Is nailing in the head with the tag title from the Miz. Miz now has a sick smile on satisfaction of his face as the crowd boos, he then looks over and Dynamite, hammering the belt into his back, throwing it to the mat and then driving him into the title belt with Skull Crushing Finale! The boos are thunderous now as Miz slides the belt away and covers, Chelsea getting down, the referee noticing, Miz has a broad smile on his face and counts along with the ref as he counts 1…2…3!
The boos reign down, as Miz laughs, hugging his belt to himself. Chelsea now runs into the ring with an equal smile as is grabbed by the Miz in and hug and swung around like a cheerleader with her football team Captain. Barrett now joins them as he gets given his belt and the two get their hands raised.
“Here are your winners and STILL World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! The Nexus!”
“Dammit! What will it take?” JR curses.
“They are good aren’t they JR. There tactics may not be the cleanest, but they are they are as playing bad aren’t they?” King replies with glee.
“Yeah you have to give the devils their due with that I guess. No one plays it more sneaky and dirty than this team and month after month they retain those belts because of it! Who can stop them at this rate?” JR shakes his head.
The Bulldogs now are starting to come to in the ring, holding their heads with rage filled frowns towards the ramp where the frat party is in full celebratory swing, Miz and Barrett taunting the crowd with the belts and mouthing off…still the men in tag team wrestling!
Interlude #1
We now cut to backstage where Shane Mcmahon is being filmed ready for an announcement, chatting with a backstage official…when in the background we here two familiar angry voices yelling his name. Shane sighs and looks up the corridor, the camera swinging around as Chris Jericho and Cornette comes marching down it.
“Shane! I demand justice! He was suspended. Why isn’t he suspended? Who played his music? Why did they? What the hell is going on?” Jericho now yells in Shane’s face.
“How can you allow your moronic staff” Cornette points at the man next to him “to act is if Austin belongs around here. Suspended men don’t get entrance music or get involved in matches! Who did this! We demand he is fired at once!”
“That would be me” Shane grins at them.
“WHAT!” They both yell in unison.
“His suspension was over of midnight yesterday. Sorry, must have forgotten to announce it on the website” Shane smiles at them both.
“A…you wh….” Cornette is flabbergasted.
“Well suspend him again!” Jericho yells “I demand he get suspended again for interfering on my match and I demand to replace Christian in the finals! Now!”
“You don’t get to make demands. And frankly I am sick of you two getting in my face. I guess you both missed the part where Edge from ROH ran in and helped you out…again! Frankly I think I should suspend you on ground of shaky brand loyalty. But since you, you, Christian or Austin hit any officials…I will let this one slide. No one is being suspended, Christian is in the finals. And to make sure it’s a run in free final, I am ordered you both out the building and back to the hotel right now.”
Jericho and Cornette look on mortified, Shane now slapping Jericho on the shoulder “taken advantage of open room service for a change. You can thank me later. Night then.”
With that Shane walks off, the two looking over at each other and then storming off in anger as we cut back to ringside.
KOTR Semi Final 2
*Play Ziggler and Joe*
Sherri and Ziggler look on, swallowing with terrified eyes as Joe marches down the ramp, up the steps and into the ring. Joe grins over at his prey, not taking his eyes off him as he sets his towel down. Sherri gives Dolph last minute advice before heading to the outside. The referee now coming in and calling for the bell.
Dolph reels back and gets in a good shot and we are underway. However Joe acts like nothing happened and simply continues staring, standing still. Dolph widens his eyes and gets another shot and another no reaction from Joe, and another. Finally Ziggler reels for a four punch but as his fist flies forward Joe reaches out only moving on arm and catches the first with his hand. Ziggler almost goes on tip toes and cries out as Joe, still staring, applies the pressure and begins to crush Dolph’s hand in his own as the crowd roar in approval. Dolph is finally is able to get his hand out of Joe’s but it’s a big mistake as finally Joe moves, launching forward and taking him down with a forearm smash. Joe backs off as Ziggler stands and runs with cry but Joe side sets and hip tosses him over. Again Dolph rolls and gets up, runs in and again is taken down with a hip toss. On the third time Ziggler comes in Joe catches him and steps around, applying the cobra twist and hooking it in deeply. Ziggler cries out and tries to reach for the ropes but Joe wrenches the hold in. Finally Dolph is able to bring his elbows up and smash Joe in the face to break the hold.
As they break and turn, starring each other down again with hands outstretched, ready for the other the crowd come alive with a loud chant of “Joe’s gonna kill you! Joe’s gonna kill you!” To which Sherri begins threatening the audience and shouting at them to shut up.
Dolph launches forward and tries to go the legs in amateur style but Joe brings his arm up and smashes into his back with his fist, finally gut wrenching him and sending him over a suplex. Dolph gets to his knees and outstretches his hands, begging for mercy but Joe launches forward takes his head off from the kneeling position with a closeline.
Finally ask Dolph gets to his feet and brings his hand up and gets in a punch but Joe returns it with a kick to the ribs. Joe goes for second kick to the ribs but Ziggler out of sheer desperation drops drop behind Joe and sweeps his legs with his own, not letting up and running in, hammering on Joe by dropping repeated elbows and then begins to kick the beat in the back of his head, not letting him rise.
“Ziggler is kicking the hell out of Joe, trying make sure he doesn’t get to his feet again, making sure he keeps the advantage” calls JR.
Finally he picks Joe up and puts him back in the corner, hammering him with fist and elbows before dropping down and delivering shoulders to the gut of Joe sandwiching him between him and the turnbuckle. As they break for the corner Joe charges forward and tackles Ziggler down but as he is taken by the waist he hammers on Joe as the two scuffle back toward the ropes, finally Ziggler is pushed back and falls through the ropes to lie on the apron. Joe gets to his feet, measures Dolph, runs up and as he rises on the apron delivers a running knee right into Dolph’s head sending him flying out onto the floor. The crowd reacts with a huge “oh!” Joe waits for Dolph before following it up, hitting the far ropes, rebounding right toward the ramp side and diving through the ropes on him with a suicide shoulder tackle to the floor! Again a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. As replays are shown and both men get back to their feet the crowd and now chanting “Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!” At them.
Joe throws him back into the ring, But Dolph scrambles to life, nailing him with a dropkick and then heading to the top rope, rising up!....But Joe is there, hammers into the gut, grabs him in the suplex position off the top, hooking the leg and driving him down with the muscle buster and cover with one arm for 1…2…3!
The crowd lets out massive cheers of approval as Joe rises up and sneers out at the crowd, getting his head raised.
“Wow…” is all JR can say.
“Here is your winner, advancing to the Final! Samoa Joe!”
Joe wipes the sweet off his brow and turn to the corner, grabbing his towel, placing it back on his shoulder and heading back up the aisle from where he came.
Back in the ring Dolph is out of it as he rises up, grabbing the distraught Sherri to hold him up as the two stare wide eyed at Joe as he heads to the back.
Intercontinental Championship
We are back live in the arena. Ready for our next match.
“The following” Finkle announces “is set for one fall and is for the World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Championship!”
*Play Poe and Liger*
“I cannot see Liger’s face obviously” JR says as Liger removes his entrance gear and belt, handing it to the ref and gets set for combat “but from his body language I can tell his head is out of the game. Roberts has got into his mind, Dusty is obviously not here, Robert’s has made his intentions clear as only he can and that may lead to the title Liger has held for 10 months being taken from him here tonight.”
“Yeah” King replies “he better get his head in the game fast.”
The referee hands the title belt to the time keeper now, Pope salivating at it, then coming forward and calling for the bell.
The two circle each other now, Liger slapping his shoulders and pulling his mask down as he prepares to look, up, turning back to Pope and circling him now. Pope is jiving around the ring like Muhammad Ali, jabbing at the air liked a speedy feet boxer. He then stops and yells out.
“Halleluiah! The Lord is in my corner!” To loud boos from the crowd, to which he replies “oh yes he is!”
The two now launch forward and lock up, struggling back against each other until Pope break it, a broad grin over his face as he does…the jabs with a hard left to Liger’s head, with a right, right, left, right, left Pope continues working over snap jabs and then swinging with a round house when finally Liger fires back with a hard palm strike to the chest, the sound of hand slapping bare flesh sounding around the arena like a gunshot as the crowd react and Pope winces up, holding himself. He now backs off but Liger is right and no with a hard knife edge chop to the chest, and another, and another, he backs Pope into the corner now getting faster and faster, harder and harder with each chop, crying out now, seeming to take all his frustration of the past two weeks out on Dinero as he chops of the hell out of him in the corner, the crowd loving every second of it! Finally Liger breaks off and walks away, but he is by no means done.
“Wow! Then again that anger with Jake may be his advantage here if he uses it like this!” JR calls.
Liger now pulls Pope in the corner, hits two hard palm strikes and then this Irish whips him across the ring back first into the other corner, following him in with a body splash, but Pope moves at the last second, leaving Liger to crash chest first in the corner. Pope stands and turning him around, now jabbing away at him in the corner and then running up his body and taking Liger overhead with a monkey flip. Liger now stands turns and gets backhand slapped across the face with a pimp slap! The crowd reacts loudly as slowly Liger turns his head back to face him and goes berserk, beating the hell out of Pope back into the corner, the referee having to come over and count to break it off, even having to physical force Liger back across the ring. He then comes back in, and gets pimp slapped again. Liger is boiling over as this point, crying out in rage as he swings for Pope…but he ducks it, backs off, waits for Liger to run in and then takes him down with the STO.
“I think Pope is adding with mind games of his own, he knows the mood Jushin is in, he knows that just a little more and Liger will get so mad he will make mistakes. Like he just did” JR tells us.
Pope now covers and finds 2. He picks Liger up now and whips him across the ring and takes him back down with the Booker T like back elbow. Liger now rolls away under the ropes, but Pope is there, coming out and beating on him before heading up and hitting the Outer limits Elbow.
“Wow classic Pope!” JR calls as he covers for 1…2…NO! Again Liger kicks out.
Pope picks Liger up and again goes to work with jabs, right and left and he shuffles on his feet, swinging, but then as he goes for the last Liger kicks him hard in the gut.
Liger then decides he has had enough, crying out as he places D’angelo between his legs, hoist him up and drives him down with the powerbomb. Covering for 1…2…NO! Pope just gets the shoulder up. Liger shakes his head but determined picks Pope up, going behind him for a German suplex but Pope 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 Pope’s arms but Dinero 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 cheers in approval as Liger kicks out again! But he does more than that sitting back onto Pope and hooking his legs for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and comes for each other again, Pope able to drop down behind and grab the head, running forward and throwing Liger into the ropes, hitting the opposite ropes and nailing the Coronation for 1…2…NO!. Pope slams the mat in frustration as he stands now and throws Liger to the corner face fist, backing off and pulling the knee pads down for the DDE, running in….but at the last second Liger moves leaving Pope to nail the corner bare knees first and collapse back down hard into the mat holding them in pain, at once Liger runs over and pins him for 1…2…NO!
Liger now picks Pope up and throws him into the ropes, running across the ring and hitting the spinning wheel kick. Liger has a full head of steam now as he stands, he the crowd cheering him on loudly as he goes to the ring apron and heads up onto the top rope, rising and flying off with a diving Thez press, pinning Pope into the mat for 1…2…NO! Liger growls and then heads to the top rope again, standing up for a second go…but this time Pope comes to life, running across the ring and up onto the top, hooking Pope and taking him over with a superplex! Both men lay out on the mat for a moment until Pope comes to life and covers now for 1…2…NO!
Pope now picks Liger up by the hair, throwing him back into the corner in anger and whaling away with hard shot. He then brings him out of the corner and hits the 4-Up, covering for 1…2…NO! Again Liger kicks out.
“Jesus Lord oh mighty!” Pope yells out, calling to heavens in frustration that he can’t beat this man.
He picks Liger up and again throws him face first into the corner, backing off and going for the Express for the second him now, but this time Liger comes to life, kicks him in the gut, hoists him up and drives him into the mat with the Liger Bomb for 1…2…3!
The crowd explodes as Liger falls back, his music playing.
“Here is your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion! Jushin “Thunder” Liger!”
Liger now stands, not celebrating in his usual manner, but just taking the belt, not even wanting his hand raised as he heads to walk out of the ring, not even looking up to speak to look at anyone.
*Play Snake*
Jake Roberts walks out onto the stage now and looks across with his icy stare to the ring where Liger is now frozen, staring right back. The two stare at each other for moments now, Jake then nods and says “I will see it. I will” before turning and heading to the back. Liger watches this, not taking his eyes away from where he had been until after a moment dropping his head into his hands, crying out in frustration, pulling as he hair in anger and then storming up the aisle, ranting in Japanese.
Interlude #2
“Ladies and Gentleman” Gene Okerlund is standing in the Interview stage “Christian!”
The crowd cheers as Christian walks into shot.
“Christian in moments you will head into the King of the Ring Tournament’s finals. After all these weeks it comes down to this. One of you will be crowned King and get a title shot at Summerslam. But your opponent is the rampaging monster no one seems able to stop, Samoa Joe” he moves the mic over.
“Well Gene I just have one question for you” Christian replies.
“For me?” Okerlund frowns.
“Yeah.”
“Sure…I guess.”
“Is Edge in the building?”
“No.”
“Has he been thrown out with no possible chance of getting into the building?”
“I’m telling you. We are locked down” Okerlund insists “armed security and all.”
“Well then Gene…you are looking at the next King of the Ring. And Joe” Christian looks into the camera “you are about to find out what happens when a runaway train reaches the end of the line.”
With that he walks off screen, Okerlund looking on as we go back to the arena.
KOTR Final
The bell rings as we pan the live crowd.
“Ladies and Gentleman. This is the Final of the King of the Ring Tournament!” The crowd cheers loudly in response “this winner will receive a WWF Championship match against whoever the Champion may be in the main event of Summerslam!”
*Play Christian and Joe*
The bell rings and both men comes out of their corner, Joe setting his towel down and then scowling back across the ring as he walks forward. The two go nose to nose in the centre of the ring. Christian gets right in Joe’s face, pushing in against him and ranting something. Joe just stands there saying nothing.
Joe goes for the closeline but Christian ducks underneath; he goes for one of his own but Joe goes underneath that. Both back off, not taking their eyes of each other as they move in again Joe manages to catch Christian in side headlock but he manages to get out, go behind and bring Joe’s slam his head down hard into the mat
Christian backs off with a smile on his face; Joe slaps the mat in frustration, more so at himself.
Both run for each other Christian able to leapfrog over Joe and as he turns around swing a forearm but Joe is able to go underneath, grab the leg hook it, and drive him to the mat and go for the STF but Christian manages to get out of the way and stands in a ready position.
Christian goes in again jumping up onto Joe’s shoulder going around for the victory roll around the back but Joe is able to grab his head and leg, hook him and drive him to the mat with a variation side walk slam. Cover for 2.
Joe now hits a leg drop and then grabs Christian’s arm going for the wrist lock, Christian though rolls back over the arm onto his feet and bring his right foot up taking Joe down with closeline down into the mat.
Joe stands as Christian runs into the ropes, runs in, goes behind and hits the reverse DDT! Cover for 1.
Christian stands and this time runs for the corner but Joe is up, runs in the throws Styles off the top rope out chin first into the security wall. The crowd let out a massive “Oh!” As Christian falls to the black mats.
Joe stalks him as he rises and then runs forward jumping over the top rope with a senton but Christian manages to side step him catch him in the air and drive him hard into the security barrier breaking it under Joe’s weight and leaving Joe to fall into the crowd.
The crowd goes nuts around him, but are backed off by security. Christian then jumps up onto the barrier down onto Joe with a diving closeline into the crowd. The crowd jumping up with joy, going crazy as the referee holds his head but continues to count. Finally Christian is able to roll into the ring and break the count. Joe rises and comes to the ring at 6
, Christian now pulling him in and hooking him for a Killswitch but Joe gets out of that, grabs him and takes him over with a T-bone suplex. Christian is groggy but stands and turns back around into Joe and is taken over again for a 2nd, and then a 3rd for good measure. Joe now hits the ropes as Christian pulls himself up and takes him down with the running high knee into a cover for 2.
Joe scoops Christian up again and now grabbing him around the neck throws Christian into the corner, beating away with rights and lefts and then hooking him for a capture suplex now but Christian fights out of it and pushes him off with his feet, rising up onto the second turnbuckle and flying off, but Joe catches him out the air and turns it into a capture power slam for 1…2…NO!
Joe now grabs Christian by the throat and heaves him up, dropping behind and going for coquina clutch but before he can lock it in fully, he drives a back elbow into Joe, grabs his head and turns it into a sit out jawbreaker. He now scampers over and covers for 1! Joe kicks out.
Christian now heads to the top rope, determined to keep the upper hand as he rises, but Joe is right there and just like earlier hammers into him, grabbing him and backing off for the Muscle Buster…but Christian gets his leg free, swings around and turns it into a tornado DDT! Cover for 1!
Christian has sweat pouring down his face but frustration building more so as he leans down and picks Joe up, hooks him and drives him down with a Killswitch for 1…2….NO! Joe kicks out! But at least he got a 2 count this time. Christian picks Joe up and sets him up for it again, and again drives Joe down with a Killswitch for 1…2…NO!!! Joe kicks out again. Christian yells out now and heaves Joe up, hooks him now and hits the Impaler DDT!
“That’s Edge’s move” King yells.
“Yup and he knows it” JR replies.
Christian now covers for 1…2….NO!!! Joe kicks out again.
Christian hits the mat hard and now heads to the top rope, rising up and yelling at Joe “get up you Samoan bastard!” Samoa does so, looking more out of it than ever as he rises, turns right into Christian as he flies off….but catches him out the air from behind and hooks in the coquina clutch! The crowd explode and stands, everyone shocked at the counter as Joe drops back now, Christian trying everything he can, reaches with arms, trying to fight out of it with all he can as he falls back to the mat on top of Joe is the hold. Christian continues to struggle and fight, but then Joe scissors the legs, holding in his legs. Now all Christian can do is wilding reach out of his arms…but they soon get slower and slower until dropping in a slump. Finally the referee comes over and lifts the arm once….twice…three times it hits the mat.
The bells rings and everyone in the arena stands, open mouthed in shock.
“Here is your winner and the 2011 King of the Ring. Samoa Joe!”
Joe finally let’s Christian go, letting him slump lifelessly to the mat and stands, getting his hand raised as now more than have of the crowd and roaring and clapping in strong approval. The rest are just by how much he dominated a veteran like Christian. Joe just stands there, a sadistic smile of satisfaction his face as he looks into the camera. Finally he says “it’s my time. That belt is mine.”
With that he turns, grabs his towel and leaves.
“Well folks, we knew he was force but Joe just made a huge statement here tonight. Samoa Joe steamrolled his way through everyone in this tournament and is now the King of the Ring. I don’t know if AJ or Bryan wants to be the champions come Summerslam after seeing that!” JR calls.
“I wouldn’t!” King exclaims.
“Well folks there he is” JR says as Joe storms up the aisle “your King of the Ring. God help the WWF.”
With that we fade into a video promo for the next PPV Fully Loaded.
Live From Atlanta GA
Attendance: 24,000
Theme: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
We fade in from the opening package to the jam packed arena, the live crowd going wild as fireworks explode off the stage. We then pan the live crowd as JR greets us.
“Hello everyone and welcome to the King of the Ring! I’m Jim Ross along side the King Jerry Lawler. But tonight we will decide a new King, a King who will earn a title shot at the biggest event of the summer: Summerslam! We will also decide the WWF Championship between two of the best! What a night it’s going to be King.”
“Oh yeah JR! Can’t wait. But I will always be the King JR; this is just an annual prize, mine’s for life!” Lawler responds.
“Well let’s get it going King. And we start right of the bat with a massive semi final match!”
Semi Final 1: Y2J VS Christian
“Ladies and Gentleman” we cut to Finkle as he speaks in the centre of the ring “this match is set for one fall and is the first Semi final match in the King of the Ring Tournament!”
*Play Jericho and Christian*
Jericho makes his way out with Cornette to heavy jeers, swaggering his way into the ring. Christian gets a great positive reaction as he enters with his game face on.
Both men look across the ring at each other, Jericho mouthing off and taunting Christian with Cornette as Christian just glares at him. The referee then calls for the bell and the two begin circling around each other, feeling each other out and getting ready to lock up.
“Jericho has a sense of entitlement. In his mind he has already won this Tournament. But he has to get through Christian and the winner of the other Semi Final match later on first” JR comments.
“He’s already the King of the World JR! Now he’s gonna become King of the Ring and the next WWF Champion at Summerslam…against whatever idiot is it by then” King retorts.
The two now finally come in and lock up. The two breaks and then circle each other again, almost running before hooking up again and this time Jericho takes the advantage, throwing Christian down to the mat and then flexing at his with a chuckle, the crowd booing heavily in response.
“Oh man what a class act” JR scoffs.
Christian gets straight back up, shrugging it off and not taking his eyes off Jericho as he rises and gets into a ready stance. Jericho taunts him and yells “come on! Come on little man!”
Christian comes in again and this time Jericho is able to grab him in a side head, locking it in tightly. This time however Christian is able to rise him up and back him into the ropes, shooting him off and running forward to meet Jericho, jumping up nailing a dropkick to the chest, Christian stands and raises his arms out and now taunts Jericho now, glaring on as the crowd explodes. Jericho sneers and stands, coming in again.
Christian then hits the ropes again but this time Jericho catches him coming in with a spinning back heel kick, taking him down. Jericho stands, hitting the far ropes as Christian turns over on the mat. Jericho jumping over him and hitting the ropes on the other side. As he again Christian is stood and leapfrogs over him but Jericho slides threw under the bulldog, going behind and coming in on Christian, 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 Christian manages to kick him off, sending him flying across the ring. He stands as 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 Christian fires him back with a dropkick finally taking Jericho down.
Jericho regroups sliding out of the ring the floor near the ramp. Christian, 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 Christian who is now on the ring apron, running it and flying off with a diving closeline onto Jericho on the floor. Christian gets straight back up, going into the ring and wallowing in the cheers from the crowd as Jericho gets up on the outside. He 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 begins to drop Christian back, using all his strength to push Christian down onto the mat, his head touching it as he arches his back. Christian suddenly begins to raise up but Jericho quickly responds, throwing Christian down hard onto the mat, this time his back touching, keeping hold of the hands. But Christian brings his feet up, pushing off Jericho’s mid section to push him back and then kipping up onto his feet, grabbing Jericho and taking him over with a snap suplex. Jericho tries to get right back on his feet but is holding his back in pain, the impact obviously having aggravated it allowing Christian to run forward and once again take him down with his signature reverse DDT.
Jericho slowly now gets to his feet as Christian comes in again, raising his head up and then wailing on him with right hands, 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 Christian into the far ropes catching him coming in with a flying forearm. Jericho going for the cover and getting two. Jericho picks Christian up and places him between his legs, hoisting him up for a powerbomb but Christian 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 him, but Christian is able to leapfrog over him, waiting for Jericho to hit the ropes and then catches him coming in with a fisherman suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho stands but is at once caught with the dropkick and sent to the outside. Jericho takes a moment on the outside, walking around ringside holding his back, then gets up onto the apron. Christian 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. Christian turns and goes for a closeline but Jericho ducks underneath it, rises and begins nailing with straight kick to Liger’s gut, finish up with a spinning back heel kick to the head that sends Christian back into the ropes, the ropes holding him up.
Jericho then grabs him 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 Christian’s head on the ring apron sending him flying off to the floor.
Christian rises up using the ring upon to do so. He finally reaches and starts to come in, Jericho comes in throwing the ref aside. Christian however runs in, booting Jericho in the gut to sending him off, following up with hard shot sending him away and then heading across the ring apron to the top rope, climbing…but Jericho comes to life, runs up and nails a ensurguri to the head, leaving Christian to crash down out of it on the mat below head first!
Jericho now comes in and covers for 1….2….NO! Christian gets his shoulder up.
Jericho in mat in a tantrum and stands, picking Christian up and grabbing the legs, dropping him onto his back for the Walls, Christian however is able to kick him off, but that sends Jericho flying into the referee taking him out! Christian now stands coming and shaking his head as this, trying to revive the ref and then going over to Jericho, grabbing him and driving him down with the Killswitch, covering!....But there is no referee to make the count. Christian holds his head, slamming the mat in frustration and then coming over to wake the zebra shirted man up…when the crowd begins to stir, the stir turning in a full on frenzy, the noise getting louder as Edge jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring. Christian is wide eyed, turns around from the referee and wham! Is nailed with a spear. The crowd is now booing heavily, the noise deafening as Edge goes over and grabs Jericho, slapping him to wake him up. As he begins to do so groggily, Cornette yelling with glee on the outside and for him to hurry up, Edge turns and looks down at Christian with a sly grin.
“You wanted me” he says with a grin as he pulls his hair behind his ear “you got me.”
Security now hits the ring, pulling Edge out and ejecting the ROH wrestler from the arena. The crowd rabid around him as he carried away, but it’s too late, the damage done and the smile on his face shows he knows it as he is taken away.
“Dammit! No! An ROH contracted guy can’t do this! This match can’t end like this dammit!” JR yells at ringside “this is not right!”
Jericho now comes over, a smile now appearing now his face as he picks Christian up, grinning at the booing fans and then the codebreaker. Jericho now swaggers his head, the smile not leaving he face as he crawls over to Christian, Cornette on the outside wildly gesturing him on. Jericho then covers Christian one arm, using the other to grab the lifeless hand of the referee and counts with it 1…2…
*Glass Breaks!*
The arena goes absolutely insane as Stone Cold Steve Austin marches out.
“What!” King exclaims, as the camera shows Jericho and Cornette’s white stunned faces saying the same.
“Austin’s back! Austin’s back! And not a moment too soon!” JR yells out.
Austin marches up the steps into the ring with a purpose. Jericho shakes off his shock and gets enraged running in and getting the hell beat out of him with repeated hard right hands, he wobbles back and then swings to fire back, but Austin ducks it, going behind, turning Jericho around, kicking him in the gut and hitting the Stunner as the roof blow off further. Cornette now throws his jacket off and wildly runs into the ring now, swinging his bat but Austin ducks that and then wham! Hits Cornette with a stunner as well! Not a person is sitting in the arena as Austin now slides out of the ring, leaving carnage in his path.
He backs up the ramp and as the noise slowly starts to calm Christian is now back up. Not knowing what the hell is going on he grabs the groggily rising Jericho, hooks the arms and drives him down with the Killswitch. He cover as finally the referee has come to and counts 1…2…3!
“NO!” King yells “JR! This is wrong!”
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander King! Christian advances!” JR replies, trying his best not to laugh.
“Here is your winner” Finkle announces to a further roar from the crowd “and advancing to the Finals: Christian!”
The crowd cheer and claps with joy as Christian gets his hand raised and leaves the ring, holding his ribs, he looks pissed as he heads up the ramp despite the result.
Back in the ring Jericho and Cornette finally come too, starting to realize what has happened. Jericho starting to have a tantrum.
“Well, Austin is back and he let Jericho know it. I think Stone Cold has a new mission in life and that is to make Jericho’s life hell!” JR calls as we cut to a promo.
Tag Team Championship
*Play Entrances*
The Bulldogs looked pumped and ready as they walk down to the ring to a good reaction. The Miz and Barrett however are booed heavily as they swagger down to the ring with Chelsea in toe.
Miz is mouthing off across the ring at the reunited legends, kissing his belt with a gesture and handing it to the referee, Barret doing the same behind him as he steps to the apron. The two discuss last minute tactics before Miz breaks and starts walking to the centre of the ring to meet Dynamite who will start for the bulldogs.
At once Dynamite hits a dropkick sending Miz staggering back to a loud pop, and another and again Miz flies back into the ropes then defiantly runs forward into a final third dropkick that this time sends him falling out of it into the ropes. The crowd cheers in approval as Miz looks on with wide eyes at the determined Englishman who gestures and yells at him to come on. Without taking his eyes off of him, white faced, Miz reaches over and tags in Barrett now.
The powerhouse enters the ring but Dynamite does not back up, at once running in and hammering into Barrett with hard rights, Barrett fires back with a forearm shot of his own then scoops Dynamite up and dives him down with a high impact scoop slam. Dynamite now arches his back and then crawls over, tagging in Davey boy now. The two power houses meat in the center of the ring, butting chests against each other until they start trading blows, Bulldog now going for the slam but Barrett reverses it with a clubbing blow, grabs Davey and scoop slams him down hard into the mat now.
He then reaches down and picks Davey up, Irish whipping him back into the ropes and shooting him across the ring, going for a back elbow but Davey boy ducks it, the crowd coming alive as he grabs Barrett now and heaves him up high, driving him into the mat with a hard scoop slam. Barrett now gets to a seated position facing Davey and backs off, arms out stretched as he moves in with bad intentions. Davey reaches down, Barrett goes for a low blow but Davey hammers down into him with an axe handle then grabs him, heaves him up and holds him in the military press. The crowd cheers and awe at the legends strength as he holds him there and then drives Barrett down into the mat again. The crowd is now cheering loudly as Barrett is begging off, out of it as he backs away on the mat shaking his head as the now smiling Davey boy.
Barrett now stands, being gestured to bring it, but moves over and tags Miz in now. Miz looks shocked and annoyed at this, but is ordered into the ring by the referee and does so slowly, timidly. Davey runs in with a closeline and Miz slinks out of the way, and again, and again, Miz looks fearful for his life as he does his best to avoid each massive forearm of the Bulldog. Finally they lock up into the center of the ring, Miz now ducking down behind and hooking the tights for a roll up foe 1…2…NO!
Davey looks pissed off as he rolls back and then stands, running for Miz with a closeline but Miz ducks it again and this time grabs Davey, throwing him back into the corner and booting the hell out of him there, the crowd booing heavily as Miz’s tactics. Miz then grabs the neck of the Bulldog and starts ringing it until the referee comes and counts, forcing him to back off. He soon however moves back in, grabbing the head with one hand and hammering away with the other several times with mean, stiff shots to the head. He then grabs the arm of Davey and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, Davey however stops himself, turns and takes Miz’s head off with a closeline, turning Miz inside out as the crowd erupts in support, he then drops down and covers for 1…2…NO! Miz gets the shoulder up.
Davey reaches down and scoops him up by the head, lifting him and backing into the ropes, tagging Dynamite back in now.
Dynamite runs into the ring, grabs Miz and throws him over with a hard release overhead belly to belly. Miz rolls away from that as the crowd roar and stumbling over tags in Barrett, Barrett runs in now and get caught and taken over hard with a belly to belly of his own. Barrett rolls over and stands as Dynamite comes in now but Barrett is able to bring his knee up and drive it into the ribs of Dynamite as he comes in. The crowd boos as Dynamite keels over.
“Oh man, those injured ribs from last Monday coming into play. Remember the belt ridden Vader bomb Barret did to both these men” JR comments.
The move indeed has taken its toll as Barrett reaches down, heaving Dynamite up and driving him into the mat with a sidewalk slam for 1…2…NO!
Barrett lifts his head off the mat and locks in a rear chin lock. Dynamite struggles in the hold, but soon starts to wilt, that is until the capacity crowd begin clapping and stomping, willing him on. He reaches out his arm moving with the rhyme, it getting louder as he manages to rolls back and stand, driving the point of the elbow into Barrett’s ribs, once, twice, three…no Barrett ducks behind and locks in a octopus stretch, stretching the injured ribs. Dynamite cries out in a pain, trying to reach for the ropes that are very, very far away. He looks in extreme pain, he face telling the story as he holds it, trying to fight off the effects. The referee comes in and asks but he refuses several times as the hold is locked in deeper now. Barrett now having enough reels back and hammers down into the ribs, over and over with clubbing blows, Dynamite letting out blood curdling screams with each. Barrett continues to work over the ribs, now yelling “tap you twat!”
But those words fire Dynamite up, he manages to reaches back and using all his strength takes Barrett over with a hip toss. He falls to the mat for a moment, Davey and the fans streaming for him to get moving. Barrett start to rise as he now stands and runs for the corner, Davey’s hand out stretched…but Barrett grabs him back the leg, pulling him back, pulling him in, heaving him up and dropping back for a fall away slam into the turnbuckles! Dynamite lets up a cry, holding his back and ribs as he impacts with the pads and buckles. Barrett now stands and walks over, tagging in Miz now. Miz now comes in, grabbing the rising Dynamite by the head and taking him over a snapmare, following with a quick dropkick and then mockingly dropping a head-but. He then scraps Dynamite down into a cover for 2.
Miz now rises and goes back to the ribs, exposing them, backing off and driving a Harley race like knee down into them. Dynamite cries out in pain. Miz then grabs the arm, exposing the ribs again and then locking an Iron claw hold on them. He keeps it on, calling for Dynamite to tap, but he won’t. Miz curses and lets go, lifting Dynamite up and running to the ropes for his neckbreaker when wham! Out of nowhere Dynamite nails a dropkick. The crowd comes alive as Dynamite starts to move now, the crowd stomping and clapping as he crawls over to Davey Boy who is yelling and reaching out as far as he can, begging the tag on. Finally Dynamite reaches him, put as again pulled back by Miz, Miz then throws him to the ropes and hooks in a sleeper hold, dropping back and scissoring the legs over the hurt ribs. The move doubly effective as the cocky one drops back. Miz is now nodding and yelling, syncing in the hold tighter and tighter as Kid is wilting in his grasp. Miz now yells for the referee to call it. The referee now reaches down and lifts the arm up, it slumps to the mat once, lifts it again, and it again falls to the mat, lifts it for a third time….but Dynamite starts to move, the crowd coming alive as he does, fighting onto his feet and hammering with all he has into Miz, throwing him into the ropes, holding him ribs for a moment but then dropping down and letting Miz pass over, standing and turning, waiting for him as he slingshots back nails a hard European uppercut, sending Miz stumbling away, then grabs him, lifts him and drives him down with a gut wrench powerbomb into a seated pin for 1…2…NO! Miz just kicks out!
Dynamite slams the mat in frustration and stands now, holding his ribs as he goes over and finally to a roar tags Davey Boy back in! Miz now crawls over and tags in Barrett now!
Both men run with a full head of steam but Davey gets the upper hand, nailing a closeline. Miz now stands and runs in and gets hit with a closeline as well, Davey then turns back with momentum building towards Barrett, grabbing him, pulling him in and lifting him up in the vertical suplex…and holding him there. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7….8….9….At 10 he dives Barrett down into the mat to loud applause and cheers from the live crowd. He now covers for 1….2….NO! Barrett kicks, Davey now runs for the ropes as Barrett stumbles to stand, taking him down with a running shoulder tackle, turning to the rising Miz as he turns and taking him down with one as well. He then turns back to Barrett, standing behind him; waiting for him to stand and turn, then grabs him, hoists him up and drives him to the mat with the running power slam! The crowd roars, knowing it’s over but Davey does not cover, instead he goes over and tags Dynamite who heads straight to the top rope, Davey grabs him there and with assist throws him across the ring and down onto Barrett with a the diving head but and covers….but Chelsea is on the ring apron distracting the referee!
The crowd boos heavily as Davey now looks over with a frown as this, going over as Dynamite now breaks the pin and looks over in anger and confusion as well as the referee argues with Chelsea on the ring apron. Davey now interjects and it becomes and three way argument, until he turns away, hands up hips, looking up and wham! Is nailing in the head with the tag title from the Miz. Miz now has a sick smile on satisfaction of his face as the crowd boos, he then looks over and Dynamite, hammering the belt into his back, throwing it to the mat and then driving him into the title belt with Skull Crushing Finale! The boos are thunderous now as Miz slides the belt away and covers, Chelsea getting down, the referee noticing, Miz has a broad smile on his face and counts along with the ref as he counts 1…2…3!
The boos reign down, as Miz laughs, hugging his belt to himself. Chelsea now runs into the ring with an equal smile as is grabbed by the Miz in and hug and swung around like a cheerleader with her football team Captain. Barrett now joins them as he gets given his belt and the two get their hands raised.
“Here are your winners and STILL World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! The Nexus!”
“Dammit! What will it take?” JR curses.
“They are good aren’t they JR. There tactics may not be the cleanest, but they are they are as playing bad aren’t they?” King replies with glee.
“Yeah you have to give the devils their due with that I guess. No one plays it more sneaky and dirty than this team and month after month they retain those belts because of it! Who can stop them at this rate?” JR shakes his head.
The Bulldogs now are starting to come to in the ring, holding their heads with rage filled frowns towards the ramp where the frat party is in full celebratory swing, Miz and Barrett taunting the crowd with the belts and mouthing off…still the men in tag team wrestling!
Interlude #1
We now cut to backstage where Shane Mcmahon is being filmed ready for an announcement, chatting with a backstage official…when in the background we here two familiar angry voices yelling his name. Shane sighs and looks up the corridor, the camera swinging around as Chris Jericho and Cornette comes marching down it.
“Shane! I demand justice! He was suspended. Why isn’t he suspended? Who played his music? Why did they? What the hell is going on?” Jericho now yells in Shane’s face.
“How can you allow your moronic staff” Cornette points at the man next to him “to act is if Austin belongs around here. Suspended men don’t get entrance music or get involved in matches! Who did this! We demand he is fired at once!”
“That would be me” Shane grins at them.
“WHAT!” They both yell in unison.
“His suspension was over of midnight yesterday. Sorry, must have forgotten to announce it on the website” Shane smiles at them both.
“A…you wh….” Cornette is flabbergasted.
“Well suspend him again!” Jericho yells “I demand he get suspended again for interfering on my match and I demand to replace Christian in the finals! Now!”
“You don’t get to make demands. And frankly I am sick of you two getting in my face. I guess you both missed the part where Edge from ROH ran in and helped you out…again! Frankly I think I should suspend you on ground of shaky brand loyalty. But since you, you, Christian or Austin hit any officials…I will let this one slide. No one is being suspended, Christian is in the finals. And to make sure it’s a run in free final, I am ordered you both out the building and back to the hotel right now.”
Jericho and Cornette look on mortified, Shane now slapping Jericho on the shoulder “taken advantage of open room service for a change. You can thank me later. Night then.”
With that Shane walks off, the two looking over at each other and then storming off in anger as we cut back to ringside.
KOTR Semi Final 2
*Play Ziggler and Joe*
Sherri and Ziggler look on, swallowing with terrified eyes as Joe marches down the ramp, up the steps and into the ring. Joe grins over at his prey, not taking his eyes off him as he sets his towel down. Sherri gives Dolph last minute advice before heading to the outside. The referee now coming in and calling for the bell.
Dolph reels back and gets in a good shot and we are underway. However Joe acts like nothing happened and simply continues staring, standing still. Dolph widens his eyes and gets another shot and another no reaction from Joe, and another. Finally Ziggler reels for a four punch but as his fist flies forward Joe reaches out only moving on arm and catches the first with his hand. Ziggler almost goes on tip toes and cries out as Joe, still staring, applies the pressure and begins to crush Dolph’s hand in his own as the crowd roar in approval. Dolph is finally is able to get his hand out of Joe’s but it’s a big mistake as finally Joe moves, launching forward and taking him down with a forearm smash. Joe backs off as Ziggler stands and runs with cry but Joe side sets and hip tosses him over. Again Dolph rolls and gets up, runs in and again is taken down with a hip toss. On the third time Ziggler comes in Joe catches him and steps around, applying the cobra twist and hooking it in deeply. Ziggler cries out and tries to reach for the ropes but Joe wrenches the hold in. Finally Dolph is able to bring his elbows up and smash Joe in the face to break the hold.
As they break and turn, starring each other down again with hands outstretched, ready for the other the crowd come alive with a loud chant of “Joe’s gonna kill you! Joe’s gonna kill you!” To which Sherri begins threatening the audience and shouting at them to shut up.
Dolph launches forward and tries to go the legs in amateur style but Joe brings his arm up and smashes into his back with his fist, finally gut wrenching him and sending him over a suplex. Dolph gets to his knees and outstretches his hands, begging for mercy but Joe launches forward takes his head off from the kneeling position with a closeline.
Finally ask Dolph gets to his feet and brings his hand up and gets in a punch but Joe returns it with a kick to the ribs. Joe goes for second kick to the ribs but Ziggler out of sheer desperation drops drop behind Joe and sweeps his legs with his own, not letting up and running in, hammering on Joe by dropping repeated elbows and then begins to kick the beat in the back of his head, not letting him rise.
“Ziggler is kicking the hell out of Joe, trying make sure he doesn’t get to his feet again, making sure he keeps the advantage” calls JR.
Finally he picks Joe up and puts him back in the corner, hammering him with fist and elbows before dropping down and delivering shoulders to the gut of Joe sandwiching him between him and the turnbuckle. As they break for the corner Joe charges forward and tackles Ziggler down but as he is taken by the waist he hammers on Joe as the two scuffle back toward the ropes, finally Ziggler is pushed back and falls through the ropes to lie on the apron. Joe gets to his feet, measures Dolph, runs up and as he rises on the apron delivers a running knee right into Dolph’s head sending him flying out onto the floor. The crowd reacts with a huge “oh!” Joe waits for Dolph before following it up, hitting the far ropes, rebounding right toward the ramp side and diving through the ropes on him with a suicide shoulder tackle to the floor! Again a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. As replays are shown and both men get back to their feet the crowd and now chanting “Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!” At them.
Joe throws him back into the ring, But Dolph scrambles to life, nailing him with a dropkick and then heading to the top rope, rising up!....But Joe is there, hammers into the gut, grabs him in the suplex position off the top, hooking the leg and driving him down with the muscle buster and cover with one arm for 1…2…3!
The crowd lets out massive cheers of approval as Joe rises up and sneers out at the crowd, getting his head raised.
“Wow…” is all JR can say.
“Here is your winner, advancing to the Final! Samoa Joe!”
Joe wipes the sweet off his brow and turn to the corner, grabbing his towel, placing it back on his shoulder and heading back up the aisle from where he came.
Back in the ring Dolph is out of it as he rises up, grabbing the distraught Sherri to hold him up as the two stare wide eyed at Joe as he heads to the back.
Intercontinental Championship
We are back live in the arena. Ready for our next match.
“The following” Finkle announces “is set for one fall and is for the World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Championship!”
*Play Poe and Liger*
“I cannot see Liger’s face obviously” JR says as Liger removes his entrance gear and belt, handing it to the ref and gets set for combat “but from his body language I can tell his head is out of the game. Roberts has got into his mind, Dusty is obviously not here, Robert’s has made his intentions clear as only he can and that may lead to the title Liger has held for 10 months being taken from him here tonight.”
“Yeah” King replies “he better get his head in the game fast.”
The referee hands the title belt to the time keeper now, Pope salivating at it, then coming forward and calling for the bell.
The two circle each other now, Liger slapping his shoulders and pulling his mask down as he prepares to look, up, turning back to Pope and circling him now. Pope is jiving around the ring like Muhammad Ali, jabbing at the air liked a speedy feet boxer. He then stops and yells out.
“Halleluiah! The Lord is in my corner!” To loud boos from the crowd, to which he replies “oh yes he is!”
The two now launch forward and lock up, struggling back against each other until Pope break it, a broad grin over his face as he does…the jabs with a hard left to Liger’s head, with a right, right, left, right, left Pope continues working over snap jabs and then swinging with a round house when finally Liger fires back with a hard palm strike to the chest, the sound of hand slapping bare flesh sounding around the arena like a gunshot as the crowd react and Pope winces up, holding himself. He now backs off but Liger is right and no with a hard knife edge chop to the chest, and another, and another, he backs Pope into the corner now getting faster and faster, harder and harder with each chop, crying out now, seeming to take all his frustration of the past two weeks out on Dinero as he chops of the hell out of him in the corner, the crowd loving every second of it! Finally Liger breaks off and walks away, but he is by no means done.
“Wow! Then again that anger with Jake may be his advantage here if he uses it like this!” JR calls.
Liger now pulls Pope in the corner, hits two hard palm strikes and then this Irish whips him across the ring back first into the other corner, following him in with a body splash, but Pope moves at the last second, leaving Liger to crash chest first in the corner. Pope stands and turning him around, now jabbing away at him in the corner and then running up his body and taking Liger overhead with a monkey flip. Liger now stands turns and gets backhand slapped across the face with a pimp slap! The crowd reacts loudly as slowly Liger turns his head back to face him and goes berserk, beating the hell out of Pope back into the corner, the referee having to come over and count to break it off, even having to physical force Liger back across the ring. He then comes back in, and gets pimp slapped again. Liger is boiling over as this point, crying out in rage as he swings for Pope…but he ducks it, backs off, waits for Liger to run in and then takes him down with the STO.
“I think Pope is adding with mind games of his own, he knows the mood Jushin is in, he knows that just a little more and Liger will get so mad he will make mistakes. Like he just did” JR tells us.
Pope now covers and finds 2. He picks Liger up now and whips him across the ring and takes him back down with the Booker T like back elbow. Liger now rolls away under the ropes, but Pope is there, coming out and beating on him before heading up and hitting the Outer limits Elbow.
“Wow classic Pope!” JR calls as he covers for 1…2…NO! Again Liger kicks out.
Pope picks Liger up and again goes to work with jabs, right and left and he shuffles on his feet, swinging, but then as he goes for the last Liger kicks him hard in the gut.
Liger then decides he has had enough, crying out as he places D’angelo between his legs, hoist him up and drives him down with the powerbomb. Covering for 1…2…NO! Pope just gets the shoulder up. Liger shakes his head but determined picks Pope up, going behind him for a German suplex but Pope 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 Pope’s arms but Dinero 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 cheers in approval as Liger kicks out again! But he does more than that sitting back onto Pope and hooking his legs for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and comes for each other again, Pope able to drop down behind and grab the head, running forward and throwing Liger into the ropes, hitting the opposite ropes and nailing the Coronation for 1…2…NO!. Pope slams the mat in frustration as he stands now and throws Liger to the corner face fist, backing off and pulling the knee pads down for the DDE, running in….but at the last second Liger moves leaving Pope to nail the corner bare knees first and collapse back down hard into the mat holding them in pain, at once Liger runs over and pins him for 1…2…NO!
Liger now picks Pope up and throws him into the ropes, running across the ring and hitting the spinning wheel kick. Liger has a full head of steam now as he stands, he the crowd cheering him on loudly as he goes to the ring apron and heads up onto the top rope, rising and flying off with a diving Thez press, pinning Pope into the mat for 1…2…NO! Liger growls and then heads to the top rope again, standing up for a second go…but this time Pope comes to life, running across the ring and up onto the top, hooking Pope and taking him over with a superplex! Both men lay out on the mat for a moment until Pope comes to life and covers now for 1…2…NO!
Pope now picks Liger up by the hair, throwing him back into the corner in anger and whaling away with hard shot. He then brings him out of the corner and hits the 4-Up, covering for 1…2…NO! Again Liger kicks out.
“Jesus Lord oh mighty!” Pope yells out, calling to heavens in frustration that he can’t beat this man.
He picks Liger up and again throws him face first into the corner, backing off and going for the Express for the second him now, but this time Liger comes to life, kicks him in the gut, hoists him up and drives him into the mat with the Liger Bomb for 1…2…3!
The crowd explodes as Liger falls back, his music playing.
“Here is your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion! Jushin “Thunder” Liger!”
Liger now stands, not celebrating in his usual manner, but just taking the belt, not even wanting his hand raised as he heads to walk out of the ring, not even looking up to speak to look at anyone.
*Play Snake*
Jake Roberts walks out onto the stage now and looks across with his icy stare to the ring where Liger is now frozen, staring right back. The two stare at each other for moments now, Jake then nods and says “I will see it. I will” before turning and heading to the back. Liger watches this, not taking his eyes away from where he had been until after a moment dropping his head into his hands, crying out in frustration, pulling as he hair in anger and then storming up the aisle, ranting in Japanese.
Interlude #2
“Ladies and Gentleman” Gene Okerlund is standing in the Interview stage “Christian!”
The crowd cheers as Christian walks into shot.
“Christian in moments you will head into the King of the Ring Tournament’s finals. After all these weeks it comes down to this. One of you will be crowned King and get a title shot at Summerslam. But your opponent is the rampaging monster no one seems able to stop, Samoa Joe” he moves the mic over.
“Well Gene I just have one question for you” Christian replies.
“For me?” Okerlund frowns.
“Yeah.”
“Sure…I guess.”
“Is Edge in the building?”
“No.”
“Has he been thrown out with no possible chance of getting into the building?”
“I’m telling you. We are locked down” Okerlund insists “armed security and all.”
“Well then Gene…you are looking at the next King of the Ring. And Joe” Christian looks into the camera “you are about to find out what happens when a runaway train reaches the end of the line.”
With that he walks off screen, Okerlund looking on as we go back to the arena.
KOTR Final
The bell rings as we pan the live crowd.
“Ladies and Gentleman. This is the Final of the King of the Ring Tournament!” The crowd cheers loudly in response “this winner will receive a WWF Championship match against whoever the Champion may be in the main event of Summerslam!”
*Play Christian and Joe*
The bell rings and both men comes out of their corner, Joe setting his towel down and then scowling back across the ring as he walks forward. The two go nose to nose in the centre of the ring. Christian gets right in Joe’s face, pushing in against him and ranting something. Joe just stands there saying nothing.
Joe goes for the closeline but Christian ducks underneath; he goes for one of his own but Joe goes underneath that. Both back off, not taking their eyes of each other as they move in again Joe manages to catch Christian in side headlock but he manages to get out, go behind and bring Joe’s slam his head down hard into the mat
Christian backs off with a smile on his face; Joe slaps the mat in frustration, more so at himself.
Both run for each other Christian able to leapfrog over Joe and as he turns around swing a forearm but Joe is able to go underneath, grab the leg hook it, and drive him to the mat and go for the STF but Christian manages to get out of the way and stands in a ready position.
Christian goes in again jumping up onto Joe’s shoulder going around for the victory roll around the back but Joe is able to grab his head and leg, hook him and drive him to the mat with a variation side walk slam. Cover for 2.
Joe now hits a leg drop and then grabs Christian’s arm going for the wrist lock, Christian though rolls back over the arm onto his feet and bring his right foot up taking Joe down with closeline down into the mat.
Joe stands as Christian runs into the ropes, runs in, goes behind and hits the reverse DDT! Cover for 1.
Christian stands and this time runs for the corner but Joe is up, runs in the throws Styles off the top rope out chin first into the security wall. The crowd let out a massive “Oh!” As Christian falls to the black mats.
Joe stalks him as he rises and then runs forward jumping over the top rope with a senton but Christian manages to side step him catch him in the air and drive him hard into the security barrier breaking it under Joe’s weight and leaving Joe to fall into the crowd.
The crowd goes nuts around him, but are backed off by security. Christian then jumps up onto the barrier down onto Joe with a diving closeline into the crowd. The crowd jumping up with joy, going crazy as the referee holds his head but continues to count. Finally Christian is able to roll into the ring and break the count. Joe rises and comes to the ring at 6
, Christian now pulling him in and hooking him for a Killswitch but Joe gets out of that, grabs him and takes him over with a T-bone suplex. Christian is groggy but stands and turns back around into Joe and is taken over again for a 2nd, and then a 3rd for good measure. Joe now hits the ropes as Christian pulls himself up and takes him down with the running high knee into a cover for 2.
Joe scoops Christian up again and now grabbing him around the neck throws Christian into the corner, beating away with rights and lefts and then hooking him for a capture suplex now but Christian fights out of it and pushes him off with his feet, rising up onto the second turnbuckle and flying off, but Joe catches him out the air and turns it into a capture power slam for 1…2…NO!
Joe now grabs Christian by the throat and heaves him up, dropping behind and going for coquina clutch but before he can lock it in fully, he drives a back elbow into Joe, grabs his head and turns it into a sit out jawbreaker. He now scampers over and covers for 1! Joe kicks out.
Christian now heads to the top rope, determined to keep the upper hand as he rises, but Joe is right there and just like earlier hammers into him, grabbing him and backing off for the Muscle Buster…but Christian gets his leg free, swings around and turns it into a tornado DDT! Cover for 1!
Christian has sweat pouring down his face but frustration building more so as he leans down and picks Joe up, hooks him and drives him down with a Killswitch for 1…2….NO! Joe kicks out! But at least he got a 2 count this time. Christian picks Joe up and sets him up for it again, and again drives Joe down with a Killswitch for 1…2…NO!!! Joe kicks out again. Christian yells out now and heaves Joe up, hooks him now and hits the Impaler DDT!
“That’s Edge’s move” King yells.
“Yup and he knows it” JR replies.
Christian now covers for 1…2….NO!!! Joe kicks out again.
Christian hits the mat hard and now heads to the top rope, rising up and yelling at Joe “get up you Samoan bastard!” Samoa does so, looking more out of it than ever as he rises, turns right into Christian as he flies off….but catches him out the air from behind and hooks in the coquina clutch! The crowd explode and stands, everyone shocked at the counter as Joe drops back now, Christian trying everything he can, reaches with arms, trying to fight out of it with all he can as he falls back to the mat on top of Joe is the hold. Christian continues to struggle and fight, but then Joe scissors the legs, holding in his legs. Now all Christian can do is wilding reach out of his arms…but they soon get slower and slower until dropping in a slump. Finally the referee comes over and lifts the arm once….twice…three times it hits the mat.
The bells rings and everyone in the arena stands, open mouthed in shock.
“Here is your winner and the 2011 King of the Ring. Samoa Joe!”
Joe finally let’s Christian go, letting him slump lifelessly to the mat and stands, getting his hand raised as now more than have of the crowd and roaring and clapping in strong approval. The rest are just by how much he dominated a veteran like Christian. Joe just stands there, a sadistic smile of satisfaction his face as he looks into the camera. Finally he says “it’s my time. That belt is mine.”
With that he turns, grabs his towel and leaves.
“Well folks, we knew he was force but Joe just made a huge statement here tonight. Samoa Joe steamrolled his way through everyone in this tournament and is now the King of the Ring. I don’t know if AJ or Bryan wants to be the champions come Summerslam after seeing that!” JR calls.
“I wouldn’t!” King exclaims.
“Well folks there he is” JR says as Joe storms up the aisle “your King of the Ring. God help the WWF.”
With that we fade into a video promo for the next PPV Fully Loaded.