Build up to WWF Summerslam 2011

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Build Up To Summerslam 2011: Monday Night Raw Week 1

*Play Signature*

We fade in to the parking lot seeing Samoa Joe arriving with his bag, the crowd cheering at the sight of him as he enters the arena yelling “get that thing out my face!” And pushing the camera as he passes it, the camera turning and following him as he walks into the building and slams the door behind him.

*Play Opening*

The crowd is wild as the light come the, music playing and the arena jam packed.
“Hello one and all and welcome to Monday Night Raw! Tonight we will hear from everyone involved in last night’s big matches and titles, but most of in our main event Samoa Joe and AJ Styles are set to go face to face for the first time. You don’t want to miss that, nor any of tonight. This is Raw King!”
“Yeah and you know who I can’t wait to hear from?”
“Who?
“Chris Jericho! He won JR! He won! He beat Stone Cold Steve Austin!”
“Well that’s debatable. Austin had him pinned…”
“Ah don’t get into the technicalities JR, in the record books it says Jericho won and that is what counts. He pinned Steve Austin in the middle of that ring. Let’s see Austin talk his way out of that!”
“Yeah the record book also says the Nexus beat the Guns last night, but we know that to be nonsense. Anyway folks all that is to come…for good of for bad.”

*Play Jericho out*

The boos are thunderous as Jericho and Cornette swagger out, both in new designer suits, Jericho with designer sun glasses. Jericho acts like he has won the main event of Wrestlemania as he enters the ring and walks forward, the music dying the boos getting ever louder as Jericho has the largest grin on his face, looking around like the cat that swallowed the canary.
“What? What was that? Yeah I know….I know I beat Stone Cold Steve Austin! Just like I said I would and you all saw it! I know its amazing isn’t it? It’s amazing that Austin ever thought he had a shot at beating me? For I am the best in the world at what I do, I am the King of this world and despite what some stupid tournament says I am the King of this ring. This is the house that Jericho built. This is my show Raw is Jericho and now it’s time for you all to admit it, come on, admit it. You all saw it and now you must accept that I simply better than Austin, I prove it last night when I beat him and tonight…tonight I finally can move. Now that he is done I only need one more win to become the number one contender, an event that should have happened months…no wait a year ago. This is finally the Age of Jericho and no matter what that idiot who was born into his power instead of earning it says, I beat Austin. I’m better that Austin, I’m better than that zombie idiot I made fun off a few months back the Undertaker! I don’t need dark lights and dry ice to be great…I just am by being me. Chris Jericho! And if you don’t like it peons…tough because from now on this is my yard and you must all ask me if you want to play in it!”
*Play Shane*

The crowd comes alive as Shane Mcmahon walks out on stage, his hand in his pocket and swagger about him not unlike his old man. Jericho and Cornette glare at him from the ring, both yelling at him that he can’t do anything.
“I can’t do anything? I can do anything boys I am the General Manager! I run this show! Now pipe down and listen up” The crowd pops as Shane grins out at them, Jericho shutting up but turning red with anger in the ring “yes Chris I can’t change the fact that you beat Stone Cold. The second official rang the bell and that makes it official. But…I had a chat with that referee, and the second….remember my rule I made Chris? I believe it went something like this: Any performer who physically assaults a referee or an official of this company will be immediately suspended!”
The crowd blows the roof in approval as Jericho and Cornette now start to have a panic in the ring, Jericho yells “NO! NO! It’s was an accident! Shane I didn’t mean it! It was an accident!”
“And accident huh? Well I kept to my word in suspended Austin and that was the reason the ass kicking you got last night was held back two months” the crowd pop big time again “and so I guess I will have to make a call once again.”
“NO!” Jericho now drops down to his knees in the ring, putting out his arms and begging Shane “No Shane! Please! Anything! I’ll do anything! Just don’t suspend me! Please!”
“Anything huh?” Shane gives a sly grin.
Jericho now gets straight faced, getting up and swallowing as he stands.
“Well…it just so happens there is something you can do….other than be fined 3,000 dollars. Because striking an official is still an offensive that need strict punishment, it’s just that yours will be monetary. This time” he glares at him “but there is one other condition that you get to stay on. You want to be around for Summerslam when we go across the pond the new Wembly Stadium in good old England. You want to still be active then? Fine! You will have a match that night, a rematch against Stone Cold Steve Austin!” The crowd erupts in massive cheers as Jericho shakes his head and begging for something else “and it will be a Street Fight!” The crowd is going berserk now “oh and Chris, just so that there is an extra carrot to be dangled, and extra incentive for you both; the winner will get a WWF title match at Unforgiven in September! Good luck!”
With that Shane grins down at Jericho and Cornette who are stone faced in despair, his music playing as he heads to the back. We now come back to the ring where Jericho is still in shock, lowering his head and contemplating what just happened….the arena then explodes as from behind comes Stone Cold. Before Jericho has even noticed he turns Cornette around and gives him an almighty stunner to a huge roar from the crowd. Jericho is only taken out of his brooding trace when he sees Cornette flip into his peripheral vision. He then gulps and slowly turns around where a grinning rattle snake is waiting for him, waves at him to wake him up, flips him off and then kicks him in the gut and gives him a massive stunner as well.
Austin music hits and he grabs two beers, poring them down his neck and over Jericho and his new suit on the mat before heading out and yelling back “see you soon you son of a bitch!” Before marching to the back, leaving Jericho and Cornette laying out cold with beer all over them as we go to our first break.

Then in our opening match a determined Rob Van Dam is looking to fight back after his loss last night when he takes on and defeats Kaz. He certainly looks in a far more dangerous mindset than normal, turning to the camera when he leaves and holding up his ECW title.
“I want someone to try, I dare someone to try and take this from me” with that he heads to the back.

Then it’s a six women tag team match as the Women’s Champion Trish Stratus teams with Kelly Kelly and Eve to take on the team of Sarita, Angelina Love & Roxxi. The women battle hard but in the end its insult to injury as for the second night in a row Trish pins Sarita for the win. Sarita is furious getting up and yelling in Trish’s face about how she cheated, that bring in all the other women and before we know it a 6 way screaming match turns into a shoving match as referee’s arrive on the scene to try and break this apart. But just as it’s about to turn heated…

*Play Kong*

The crowd goes wild as Awesome Kong returns, storming down the ramp to the ring as in the ring all the women watch on in terror. Slowly Kong steps through the ropes and glares at them all. Roxxi and Love run forward for the preemptive strike but Kong blocks then and hammers them both down. In comes Sarita now who gets scooped up and driven down with a powerbomb. Kong then grabs Eve and powerbombs her, then powerbombs Love, then Roxxi. Destroying each women one by one she then turns to Kelly Kelly, grabs her and drives her through the mat with the implant buster! The arena is rumbling, many cheering as Kong stands up, the carnage of all the women she has just destroyed around her as she now slowly lifts her head and looks at Trish, the only women left standing. Trish is breathing hard and staring back as Kong lifts her hand up and points to the Women’s title in her hand, then gestures a belt around her waist. Trish for her part nods and holds up the belt.
“Ha…have we just seen a challenge?” JR asks.
“Have we just seen it accepted?” King counters.
With that Kong turns and leaves the ring, leaving Trish glaring on at her as we go to break.

We are then in the interview area with Gene Okerlund.
“Ladies and Gentleman I am here at this time with the brand new GHC Junior heavyweight champion! KENTA!” The crowd cheers as KENTA enters into shot with the title belt on his shoulder “KENTA we know how much regaining that title meant to you, how desperately you wanted to be the one to take it back to Japan on the next Noah tour. You must be very happy.”
“I am” KENTA nods, speaking in broken English “I want and need to take this title home and now I will.”
“You will huh?” Says a voice off screen.
The crowd boos as Dolph Ziggler swaggers in with Sherri behind him.
“Well it’s a long time until they need you back there, you could easily loose it again in the next few weeks. Even at Summerslam…that is a nice looking belt” Dolph goes to touch it, KENTA flinching it back away from him.
“I will beat anyone who try. I can easily beat you.”
“Oh is that so? Cause that’s not how it happened at Foundation.”
“You did not win either.”
“No…but you’re the one that lost your title. And you cost me a fair shot at the IC belt…so I think you owe me a shot against that title. And if you’re so certain you can beat me why not prove it and but that title on the line…tonight!” The crowd cheers at the suggestion.
“OK” KENTA nods “I will make you very sorry.”
“We’ll see” Ziggler grins and walks away with Sherri, leaving KENTA glaring on with the title match set for tonight!

We then cut to the back of the arena again where now we see AJ Styles arriving, the title belt on his shoulder, pulling his bag behind him as he walks into the arena to a big cheer from the live crowd.

We then cut back to the arena:

*Play we are the Champions*

The boos are thunderous as the Nexus walk out from the back with LAX in toe, holding up their belts high and signing to the music with broad smiles on their faces. The five men a women swagger down to the ring, Wade and Miz singing along with the words, stopping only to taunt the crowd and yell at them. When they enters the ring Miz backs off and takes a giant run, leaping on Barrett’s shoulder and being span around as he holds up the two title belts high, the boos getting louder and louder by the second.
“Oh come on, this is too much” JR grumbles.
“This is Nexus JR!” King responds.
Finally the music dies and Miz and Barrett grin at the booing and jeering live crowd with Lax and Chelsea shadowing behind them.
“Face it people…we’re brilliant! We are masters of this game. It doesn’t matter how you win only that you win. You people just don’t like it, the Motor City Moron Gang don’t like because we are just smarter than all of you. When we heard the words No Disqualifications we made deals and this is the one that came through for us. We won the match; we retained our titles because we were smart enough to think of it. Just remember, we don’t cheat because we have to, we cheat because we want to. And if you don’t like it you can shut your fat mouths, sit on your fat asses, get on twitter and send out a tweet saying how much we suck, go on, because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter what you people want. The Nexus is the greatest team not just because we win out matches because we win our matches by any means necessary. And with that in mind we approached Konnan here and we told them that if they helped us retain last night, like we needed it, then we would give his boys a title match. Fair deal right? Yeah! So let it be known that from this time forth we cannot be beaten because if you put us in a regular defense we will do everything we can behind the refs back to win, and if you put us in no DQ then we will get friends. So keep that in mind…bitches!”
The crowd boos as he hands the microphone to Barrett.
“Now, about that title match LAX. When do you want it? Tonight? Next week? Summerslam? Any time is good because now that we beat those little midgets again we have all the time in the world to face any team we want.”

*Play MCMG*

The crowd goes wild as the Guns walk out on stage.
“Ok…ok you two want to play it like that” Shelly half grins, half sneers down at them “two can play at that game. Because no matter where you two go we are going to get you, no matter who you hide behind, we are going to get you. And if you get back up…we get back up. Seems we aren’t the only ones who want to kick some Latin ass!”

*Play No Limit*

The crowd cheers as No Limit walk out, bow to Sabin and Shelly and stand at either side of them. Sabin now has the microphone.
“Yeah so unless you count that twig that has cheated on you Miz with every boy in the back, not the least of which being Wade” The crowd reacts as Chelsea now yells at them Barrett turn and yelling at Miz that it’s not true “yeah. Unless you count her and unless you count that fat overrated piece of crap who used to dress like a power ranger” the crowd laughs and cheer as Konnan grows wide eyed and starts yelling in Spanish in a frenzy now “unless you count those two, and who does. The numbers are now even. So what are you two gonna do now? Oh yeah…that’s right. Get you asses handed to you!”
The crowd cheers as No Limit and The Guns set off to charge the ring when…

*Play Shane*

“Whoah! Whoah hold on!” Shane calls out on a mic as he walks out from the back, followed by security just encase “hold on! You lot can fight…you all deserve to fight but you will do it within the rules. See if you back off from this brawl now guys then I will make a match for later. It will be a 8 man tag team match as No Limit will team of the Motor City Machine Guns to take on the team of Nexus and LAX. That will be later tonight, in the mean time lets have some order restored!”
With that Shane drops his mic and leaves, The Guns now stopped and staring back at him, Sabin glaring and nodding at Shane then turning and pointing at Nexus and yelling “you ass is ours!” As we go to break.

Then it’s the title match for the GHC Junior Heavyweight Championship as KENTA defends against Dolph Ziggler. KENTA kicks the hell out of Dolph around the ring, but Dolph fight back with great wrestling skill of his own. These two go back and forth in one hell of a TV match but the end comes when Sherri grabs KENTA’s foot out of the ref view allowing Dolph to get the Zig-Zag for the 1…2…3!
Dolph runs the runs in celebrations yelling out “yes! Yes! Yes!” And pumping his fist into the air. Sherri now has the title as she runs into the ring and grabs him in a hug, the two jumping on and down in celebration, and then placing the title belt around Ziggler’s waste and leaving to Party. Back in the ring the music dies as we settle in on KENTA, his head in his hands as we see he is almost in tears. He then leaves the ring and slowly walks to the back.
“He wanted so badly to take that title home, he had it…but now all that is gone thanks to Sherri and Dolph. Man” JR says solemnly as KENTA slowly walks to the back.

We then cut to a shot of Jushin Liger and Hayabusa as they nod to each other, slapping each other on the shoulder. They look ready as they turn and are caught by our cameras walking to the ring.
“Jake Roberts finally returns to in ring action when he teams with the Pope to take on Hayabusa and Jushin Liger. Next!”

*PLAY ALL*

We are back and its go time as finally Liger gets his chance to get his hand son Jake after well over a month of stalking and what he did to Dusty. Finally and a few moments a good action Liger is tagged in and the same time as Jake, the crowd is buzzing, ready to see these two finally go at it. Liger moves forward to lock up…but Jake backs off with an evil grin upon his face. Then behind him Hayabusa walks into the ring. Jushin opens his arms wide in confusion at Jake and then turns to see Hayabusa standing there, staring at him in further confusion now. Hayabusa then lifts his hands up and unhooks his mask, removing it to the shock of everyone. On his forehead is written the letter H, with a snake wrapped around it. He then launches forward and attacks and the crowd react in shock and then heavy boos, H beating Liger into the mat and then picking him up and driving him down with the H bomb, allowing Roberts to come over and cover for 1..2…3!
The boos reign down with a mixture of confusion at what the hell just happened. On the ring apron and the Pope is looking in confusion, wondering what going on but still very happy he won. Roberts now gets a microphone and kneels down next to Liger.
“Liger, oh Liger…meet Hayabusa’s other personality of H. A personality I unleashed from its cage of that mask. See I wanted to see his dark side too Liger and so I DDT’d him at a house show last week. Now I expect the Darkside of Hayabusa….but this will do nicely. Afterwards he and I had a little talk about my plans. That’s why he attacked you last night when I had the lights turned off Liger! For me. Because soon It will be your head I grab and you head I drive into the mat. And then…and then Liger I will see it. I will see the side of you I want to see and not this superhero crap. I will see Kishin unleashed and he will follow me as he did the Undertaker, like Hayabusa now follows me as H as Darkside followed Undertaker. You are looking at the new puppet master of the WWF Liger. And you….are my fist target. Sleep tight.”
With that Robert’s music hits as he stands and he and H hold up their arms to the crowd to massive boos as Liger lies out on the mat and we go to break.

When we come back we in the back with Jericho and Cornette as Okerlund runs up to them.
“Gentleman, Gentleman if I can just get a moment. Care to comment on what happened earlier?”
Jericho has an ice pack on his neck, his hair and shirt soaked in beer as he look up in a very, very bad mood.
“Austin will pay for this, he will pay. Summerslam? Street Fight? That’s ok….I’ll kick his ass all over London…”
“Hang on Chris! Hang on!” Okerlund cuts him off “apparently another of our cameras are with Steve Austin right now, if you will watch the monitor here Jericho you can watch this.”
He points to the monitor behind them.
“Well hello there live from Chris Jericho’s Private locker room” The crowd cheers as the camera pulls back and Austin is standing indeed in Jericho’s locker room “don’t worry about any interruptions either cause I locked the damn door now let’s play the Stone Cold Fashion Tips Show let’s see…” he reaches down and picks up a shirt “this glittery piece of trash went out with the disco era, even then it was pretty tacky so this can go” We get a shot of Jericho’s face, his Jaw dropping and quivering as Austin he tears the shirt in two and and throws it behind him “now..this” he holds up Jericho’s King of the World shirt “this lies so it has to go” he tears that up and throws it away also “and this…well” he holds up a very generic leather shirt “well this just look like crap and don’t like his ass so it’s gone two. Wham!” He yells as rips the shirt and them kicks it across the room “and now we go the art critic part of our program as we see this” he walks over to a portrait of Jericho with the Undisputed titles “this just isn’t a very good picture. In fact I think it’s the ugliest piece of crap I ever saw but that ok Chris, don’t worry cause Stone Cold can fix it.”
Austin now grabs and shakes a spray can, spraying some glasses and a mustache on Jericho’s grinning, he then steps back and stares it for a moment and says “nah who am I kidding. You can’t shine a turd” he then takes the frame off the wall and smashes it on the table. “Now finally we get to our Main Event segment the book critic section” he now holds up a copy of Jericho’s book “my review is that the last time I saw something full of so much crap I was in the bathroom looking the toilet bowl…so I will do what everyone has brought it should do, if they can’t take it back that is” he now takes the book, bring up and match, flicks it and sets the book on fire. “Oh my God! Oh Jesus a fire! Gotta put is out!” Austin rants and he now throws the book to the floor and stomps on it until the fire it out and book is utterly destroyed. Austin now look up to the camera and is grinning broadly as only he can as the crowds cheers heavily in response “how do you like it when I steal from you huh Jericho? You little piece of trash! You ass if mine in London. See you them. Oh Hell Yeah!” With that he grins up to the camera and walks off as it cuts.
We now come back to Jericho who is staring open mouthed in shock at the screen, Cornette swallows and turns to him “It’s ok Chris, we can replace it…”
“I don’t care! I don’t give a *beep*! I’m gonna kill him! I Hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!!!” Jericho stomps, throwing his towel to the ground and stomping on it, swinging for Okerlund who barely has time to move and then storms off in a furious rage as the crowd cheers and we cut to break.

Then it’s time for our Main Event match it’s the Nexus and LAX VS No Limit and The Guns. The Guns beat the hell out of everyone on the other team, but mainly focus on Nexus. LAX and Nexus however fight back hard. However in the end Nexus have Konnan and Chelsea distract the ref, have the other three jump the other team as Miz grabs his tag title and smashes it over Shelly’s head covering him for 1…2…3!
The boos reign down at the Nexus’s music hits and they and LAX parade and celebrate, taunting the other team as they head up the ramp in victory. Back in the ring Sabin kneels down to help Shelly, looking up to glare daggers at them, behind him No Limit doing the same. This is far from over.

When we return it’s the final segment of the night.

*PLAY AJ*

Styles walks out to a massive ovation, nodding to the crowd as he steps forward, his new short on and title belt on his shoulder as he lifts the microphone to speak.
“Thanks, really. Last night was once again in a hard fought match, one of my hardest in fact, but once again I tore the house down and retained my title. That is all that matters and that is what I will continue to do. Everyone right now is asking me if I am scared of Samoa Joe, if I think my reign is over. No…I’m not scared of Joe. Now you may have found a new fire that has made you untouchable for everyone else, including Bryan who you killed last night. But that don’t make a difference. So you’re the monster Samoa Joe again now? Great! That just means I will have another notch on my belt, another accolade when I am the man to finally take you down and in doing so keep this belt? Do I think I’m in for the fight of my life at Summerslam? After what I have seen of you this year Joe, yeah. But in the end I am going to win. I am the Champion Joe, you are just going to the latest to fall.”

*Play Samoa Joe*

Joe now marches down the ramp with his street clothes on also, but he looks pumped as he enters the ring and walks right up to Styles, going nose to nose. He then picks up a mic of his own, going back to presses his nose against Styles as he lifts it, backing off only a little as he speaks.
“Everyone is saying that you and I have been unstoppable this year. I have rolled over everyone and you have retained that title despite amazing odds. We keep winning and we can’t be beat. See though punk the different between me and you is that I destroy everyone in front of me, last night I destroyed a man in 10 minutes it took you and hour to beat, you on the other hand barely, just squeak out a win. Well you ain’t gonna squeak by with me little mouse. This new “fire” as you called it AJ started when I went on a rampage against ROH, and I wiped the floor with their best, their legends. Then the night after, now three months ago AJ I got in this ring and I told you that no matter who I gotta beat I would get to you and you would be the last to fall of those punks. And I hoped, I hoped you would still have that title as I fought to the top…and you do” he looks down at the belt “good. Because that means at Summerslam I am going to kill two birds with one stone, and kill you I will punk!” He sneers and growls at Styles as the crowd react “I ain’t gonna come out here and shake your hand like the last two chumps did AJ, even to trick ya, I am just gonna tell you right now. At Summerslam I am going to kill you and leave you a broken mess in this ring, then I am going to stand up and take your belt and then your dreams as champion will become mine, they will become the WWF’s worst nightmare!”
AJ reels back from the words but they stands right back to up to him with a smile “That so? Well how about we just say then Joe…let the best man win.”
AJ holds out his hand, but Joe just sneers at it, gets closed and yells in AJ’s face, almost roaring like a lion. He then grabs AJ, hooks him and chokes him out with the coquina clutch! The crowd going wild with a mixed reaction as finally Joe lets go as refs fill the ring. Joe stands leaving AJ lifeless on the mat, then turns and picks up the title holding it up high as he sneers at the camera, the logo appearing and the show fading to black.

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Summerslam 2011 Build Up Week 2 Monday Night Raw

*Play Opening*

We open Raw and the crowd is wild as JR greets us “hello one and all to Monday Night Raw. And what a night it will be. We will here from everyone from the Champion AJ Styles to Jim Cornette and we will a rematch for the GHC Junior Heavyweight Championship! Can KENTA avenge what happened last week and get the belt he considers his back before the next NOAH Pro Wrestling Tour the title is needed on? What will happen after the events of last week! Let’s find out! This is Raw!”

*Play AJ Styles*

The crowd gives AJ a huge ovation as the Champion looks stone faced, his game face on as he walks into the ring, title on his shoulder and gets a microphone, looking back to the ramp with fire in his eyes.
“AJ Looks like he means business tonight” JR comments.
“Joe” AJ speaks towards the stage “get your fat ass out here!” The crowd reacts with a massive “OH!” And begin to rumble. “You think I’m scared of you? Joe I beat your ass at Wrestlemania last year, just because you have a new fire under your ass you and you have got that “old Samoa Joe” back that that is going to change anything? Last week I tried to be a man, I tried to be professional. But you choked me out, you punked me out and you pissed me off! So now I’m telling you to get you fat ass into this ring so I can kick you God damn head off!”
The crowd reacts, many with cheers of approval as AJ now drops the mic to the mat and wildly gestures towards the ramp, yelling for Joe to get out here.

*Play Samoa Joe*

Joe storms out to the bottom of the ramp, towel over his head as he enters the ring and throws it down. Stepping right up to Styles and yelling out “I’m here! Now what you little bitch!” And pushing him hard across the ring. The crowd react with shock as AJ hits the ropes from that, but comes right back and slams a hard fist into Joe’s head. Joe stands his ground and swings for the Champion, but AJ ducks it, waits for him to turn and then kicks his head off with straight roundhouse. Joe stumbles back from that into the ropes on the other side now and goes to charge for Styles again with a mighty roar…when a massive army of security and referee’s hit the ring pulling the two apart and dragging them to opposite side of the ring. Joe yells out, cursing and reeling back to strike an official when Shane Mcmahon’s voice stops him.
“Whoa! Joe do you want me to suspend you! Don’t even think about it! Jericho got off light, but I am out of forgiveness for one month” Shane calls out as he walks out onto the stage now, directing traffic in the ring and then speaking again as Joe and AJ look across the arena at him now “you two want action? I’ll give you action. Tonight in that very ring two big time wrestlers will be returning to action to face you. Who are they? You will find out…when it’s match time. Now, clear the ring.”
The crowd reacts to the news as Joe and Styles glare at Shane, then turn and stare daggers across the mass of humanity at each other.
“Joe and AJ against mystery returning opponents! What has the GM got in mind? We’ll find out tonight!” JR calls as we got to our first break.

When we come back it’s our opening contest as Women’s Champion Trish Stratus takes on Angelia Love. During the entrance and match the commentators confirm that it’s official. Trish will take on Awesome Kong at Summerslam. Both women go for it, much like they did at foundation. It going back and forth until Trish hits the Chick Kick and gets the 3.
Trish stands, celebrating and getting her hand raised, title handed to her when…

*Play Kong*

Awesome Kong walks out on stage. She gives Trish a slight smile, then lifts her hand and points down at Trish. She then signals the belt around her waist and yells “your mine!” Trish staring right back at we cut.

Then as we come back we see our backstage Cameras catching Trish in the back as Christy Hemme catches up with her.
“Trish! Trish! Can I get any comments on the mind games Kong has used with you over the past two weeks…and I mean, after what we saw last week how can you hope to retain your title in two weeks?”
Trish is breathing hard from her match, stopping and narrowing her eyes as she comes in to speak “how? Christy I beat her and another monster at Wrestlemania, I went toe to toe with her at Armageddon and No Way Out! I took it to her and with this on the line, she should be worried about me.”
“Yes…but Trish. You have never beat her in any of those matches” Christy replies and puts the mic back to her.
“Maybe not” Trish nods “but she didn’t beat me either. Guess it’s time to prove finally one on one who truly is the best. Excuse me.”
With that that she walks off screen as we cut back to ringside.

*Play Jake Roberts*

Jake Roberts is booed mercilessly as he and H walk methodically to the ring, entering with precise movements and calls for a microphone, taking it to the centre of the ring as the music dies.
“Hello again. I won’t take up much of your time. I just came out here to tell you all that I tried to get an Intercontinental Championship match, finally make my end game in this chess match we play Liger. But it seems the general manager thinks I need to earn it by winning matches…hmm perhaps. Maybe I will get on that. But in the mean time he did concede to granting a championship match to my new protégé here…Hayabusa, or as he is now, H!” Loud boos as the camera zooms in on the snake motif styled H, he sneers right back at them, standing perfectly still behind his master “and he will get his title shot…tonight!” The crowd cheers at that now “you cheer? You cheer for Liger losing the Championship he has held for 11 months. In two weeks he will have held it for a year…but I…I and H will be the ones to stop that from happening. Just short of that amazing milestone you will lose your title Liger. Now I know your listening, and if you haven’t you your dictionary handy my Japanese friend have someone translate this for you, because are going to want to listen: I am the man who I going to break you. You are going to lose your title tonight and then I will DDT your head into the mat, and then Liger…Kishin will serve me, with you Jushin watching from within the confines of your insane mind. And when I think of you, watching the world but not able to act, just as you were earlier this year, I will laugh. And the sound of that laughter Liger will be the sound of your demise. See you later.”
With that his music hits again as he and H look around, Jake with an evil grin at the jeering public.
“Jushin Liger VS Hayabusa for the Intercontinental Championship! Tonight!” JR calls as we got to break.

Then is the other title match of the night as KENTA desperately tries to regain his lost title from Dolph Ziggler, who before the bell ring parades it in front of him, taunting him with it. The two battle back and forth, KENTA getting the upper hand until he nails the GTS!. Sherri sees this and runs in to break it up, KENTA however turning and blasting her with a buzz saw kick to a huge pop. He then turns…as the Pope blast him over the head with a chair. He then turns and blasts Ziggler as well. The crowd it confused, but irate, booing heavily as The Pope stands grinning over them both and yelling out “I have done it Lord! Your work is done! Long live the righteous! Soon I will have the gold! Amen to all! Amen!”

We come back from break to heavy boos as Jim Cornette walks down to the ramp, no music as he enters the ring, sighing and looking all business as he adjusts his tie, ignoring the heavy jeering as he lifts a mic to speak.
“Stone Cold Steve Austin” loud cheers for the name “Austin. I’m out here for myself and I am out here for Chris Jericho, who is so distraught by your criminal actions last week, that he was unable to make it to this show. Yeah” he nods at the booing crowd “I represent Mr. Jericho Mr. Austin, in both in ring and legal matters. And with a team of lawyers behind me we will sue you for everything you got. You committed assault on numerous occasions, but last week you took it further by destroying a man’s property. Yeah…we could do that. Or you come out here and get what’s coming to you!”
“What?” King exclaims.
“Yeah! Chris Jericho if not just my client Mr. Austin. He is my friend and I stand up for my friends. What you have done to him was a disgrace and I am going to kick your ass for it! So are you going to come out here and get it, or am I going to come back there and find ya!”
The crowd explodes in laughter as Cornette throws off his suit jacket and gestures to the ramp for Austin to come out, rolling up his sleeves for a fight.
“What the hell is he doing? Has Cornette lost his damn mind?” JR says is disbelief ringside.
“I always knew he was nuts JR, but not this nuts!” King replies “Jim get out of there! Now!”

*Play Austin*

The place goes wild as Stone Cold Steve Austin walks out onto the stage. He look out at the crowd with a bemused frown and then looks back to the ring and bursts out laughing at Cornette…who grins back and straightens up.
“Wait a minute” JR says.
Austin now stops laughing and frowns now at Cornette, wondering what he is up to. When from behind comes Chris Jericho, hammering into him. Cornette now is the one to burst out laughing as he puts his jacket back on and comes up the ramp with purpose.
“It was a damn set up!” JR yells.
“Genius! Genius!” King exclaims in reply.
Jericho now grabs Austin’s head, crying out in anger as he bashes it hard off the raw set, then turns him, looks out at the crowd with an evil grin as they smell what he’s cooking…then with a mighty heave throws Austin off the stage to the concrete floor below.
“Oh my God!” JR yells “no! Man oh mighty! His neck may be broken!”
We now gets a camera shot of Austin as he lies in a twisted mess on the floor below, the camera now traveling up to Jericho on the stage as he walks forward with a sadistic, satisfied smile. Cornette is chuckling as he walks forward and hands Jericho the mic. Jericho takes it and speaks, looking down at the unmoving Stone Cold as he does.
“Not so funny is it now Steve? I’m not such a joke now huh? See I think you, just like a lot of other people forgot just who the hell I am. I am Chris Jericho. Austin you are in my way of becoming WWF champion, in the way of the Age of Jericho, you also have pushed me over the edge….so I decided to throw you over the edge” he laughs at the remark as the crowd boos in response “see Austin, if and when you recover I will see you at Summerslam. Then I will finish the job I started tonight. You have no idea what you have done. Street Fight? Sounds good to me junior!” With that he throws the mic down onto Austin’s lifeless body as the music kicks in. He and Cornette now look out at the crowd, holding their arms up high to loud boos as we go to break.

Next Samoa Joe comes out, standing in the ring and awaiting his mystery returning opponent.

*Play Booker T*

Booker T returns to a good reaction from the crowd. He then gets into the ring, trying all he can to use his experience to outwit the monster, but in the end he is destroyed and hit with the muscle buster for the 3 count.
“Seriously JR…wow. Who on Earth can stop this man?” King shakes his head.
“If AJ wants to keep the WWF title then it better be him” JR replies as Joe grabs his towel and heads to the back.

*Play RVD*

When we come back the ECW Champion is in the ring to a big ovation, Bill Alfonzo behind him blowing the whistle like a madman. He then puts a mic in RVD’s face.
“Everyone needs to chill on the whole Liger thing, I have…I lost, that’s cool. This time. But mark my words I will be a WWF Champion again very, very soon. But in the mean time I got this” he flips the ECW title up to the camera “and I said last week that I want true competition, a true challenger. Anyone in the back who wants to try and take this from me. I don’t care who? Everyone so far has failed…who has the balls come out and challenge me for it in Wembley arena at Summerslam!”
“Whoa!” JR reacts with the cheering crowd “RVD has just said that he will put the ECW title on the line against whoever comes out to challenge him. And he will put it on the line at Summerslam in England!”

*Play Kurt Angle*

The crowd go nuts as Kurt Angle walks out, RVD stares him down, following him with watchful eyes as he steps into the ring and up to Rob, going nose to nose looking down at the title and smiling. RVD in turns nods, grinning himself now and nodding.
“Holy…folks it’s set. RVD VS Kurt Angle for the ECW title at Summerslam…but why Angle…why now?” JR asks as we cut to break.

When we come back.

*Play Nexus*

The boos are thunderous, rumbling the very rafters of the arena as the Miz and Wade Barrett, the tag team Champions the Nexus come down to the ring with Miz’s girlfriend Chelsea and all of LAX in tow. The enters the ring and both grab microphones.
“Well…” Miz clears his throat “before we were rudely interrupted last week LAX we were about to offer you a title match. And since as a unit we put down them and their Japanese pals down again last week, and think we earned the right to be rid of the midgets…and you earned your title match once and again. So if these idiots will shut the hell up” the boos get louder “why don’t you tell us where you want your title match? Summerslam good” he places the mic in the face of Konnan, who is about to speak when…

*Play MCMG*

The Guns music hits ungluing the arena. The Nexus and LAX turn towards the ramp, waiting for them to come…when the Guns and No Limit come through the crowd, Shelly and Yujiro jumping them as Sabin and Naito go to the top rope and dive down onto them taking the mass of people out and then beating the hell out of LAX and Nexus. The new alliance fight back however and soon kicks and fists are flying everywhere in massive back and forth brawl between the two sides. No Limit and the Guns against Miz, Barrett, Homicide, Hernandez and Konnan. The numbers just on the hated ones side but the surprise attack making up for it as Sabin gets his hands on Miz now, kicking the crap out him down into the corner…when the security arrive on mass and try to break up this…well this riot. Its takes many, many refs and security but finally the two sides are pulled apart, the Guns and No Limit being taken outside the ring.

*Play Shane*

Shane Mcmahon is shaking his head as he walks out on stage again now.
“I see…I see exactly how this is. You all won’t let this go until it’s settled. And I won’t have my prime time show turned into a warzone like this! No! What I will do is sort this out. Sabin, Shelly you feel you deserve a rematch, you feel you deserve revenge and the titles back…after what happened last Sunday I agree with you.”
The crowd roars in response. Miz and Barrett now yelling back in protest.
“They do. But it’s obvious to me that a simple won’t do, and a no DQ match will just end in…well this” he gestures to the ring “so…we need a match that will keep everyone in and everyone else out. Therefore at Summerslam the WWF Tag Team Championships will be on the line in the final battle between The Nexus and the Motor City Machine Guns…in a steel cage match!”
The place goes nut Nexus and LAX go crazy in other ways, ranting and raving, having a tantrum between them all. On the outside Shelly and Sabin and now nodding, yelling up and them and even grinning.
“As for LAX and No Limit. Well you two teams will have a match…next!”
“Next!” King exclaims.
“This tag war continues folks, when we come back.”

When we return the match between No Limit and LAX is already in progress with the Guns and Nexus banned from ringside, going back and forth in a heated tag team war. Back and forth it goes between the power of LAX and the incredible speed and high flying moves of No Limit. In the final moments however Homicide is able to hit the Cop Killa on Naito as Hernandez big boots Yurjio away, allowing for the 3 count. Nexus come out to celebrate with them but get the cold shoulder, LAX throwing them off, Konnan yelling back “deals over!” And leaving the dismayed Nexus standing all alone in the ring.

Then Jushin “Thunder” Liger takes on H in a 20 minuet technical but vicious classic for the Intercontinental Championship. After a brutal but breath taking match between the two, the ref accidently eats closeline from H as Liger ducks. The two stop only for a second before going back for each other…when Jake Roberts enters the ring, turning Liger and hooking him for the DDT.
“No!” JR calls out.

*Play Dusty*

The crowd comes alive in thunderous cheers as the American Dream Dusty Rhodes returns, sliding into the ring with a fire in his eyes as he walks up and rams a bionic elbow in Jake’s head, beating him across and out of the ring, hammering and elbow into H for good measure and then following Jake out and continuing the hammering on the outside. Back in the ring Liger now stands, coming in behind the groggy H and hooking him, driving him down with the CTB for the 3 count.

The arena is very happy as Liger retains, being again joined by his charismatic manager, the two hugging in the ring in celebration as Dusty hands him his title belt, that he will now whatever happens have held for a whole entire year. Jake now regroups, grabbing H and helping him to the back, looking back to call up at them.
“This is far from over. Phase 2 has just begun” before heading to the back and leaving the IC Champion and Dusty in celebration.


Its then out Main event

*Play AJ*

AJ Styles is in the ring, giving his title belt to the timekeeper and turning back with a determined face towards the stage.

*Play Mick Foley/Mankind*

“What!” JR says in shock as Mick Foley shambles down the ramp as Mankind “Mick Foley. AJ Styles arch nemesis of only two months ago is back from suspension…and he’s no longer Cactus Jack. But the shirted corporate Mankind!”
“JR Cactus or no Cactus, deep down that is still the man that put the champion in the hospital!” King replies.

Mick Foley is indeed a little more laid back to begin with as this Mankind, the vicious hatred of Cactus Jack gone…until AJ goes absolutely berserk on him, beating him mercilessly around the ring.
“AJ doesn’t care what shirt he wears. He will not forgive or forget what Mick Foley did to him!” JR calls over the approving crowd.
This however bring out the true, brawling and vicious Mick Foley and the true war begins. Back and forth this chaotic brawl goes, into the crowd, over the announce tables, down onto the announce tables. It is vicious. It is a 20 minute tour de-force that only ends when AJ is able to hit the Styles Clash on the floor, roll Mick into the ring and cover his heated rival for the 3 Count.
AJ is out of breath and bruised as he stands; getting his hand raised….when from behind comes Samoa Joe, beating AJ into the mat, dragging him up and for the second week in a row choking him out with the coquina clutch! Some of the fans are cheering, some booing as Joe stands over his prey. But he has everyone attention as for the second week in a row he has gotten the best of the Champion as the show fades to black.

[Valdora]

Summerslam 2011 Build Up Week 3: Monday Night Raw

*Play Signature*

We fade into Raw in the parking lot; the crowd roaring as AJ Styles arrives, pulling his bag behind him. He however has his head low, his expression that of almost depression as he barely looks up to the camera as he passes it.
“Well folks” JR’s voice comes in “there you see the WWF Champion…but he don’t look like it. For any of you who have been following his twitter for the past week you will have seen what he has been saying on there. One direct quote I have here, a short tweet that simply said “I can’t beat him.” I think that’s says it all folks.”
“Wow” responds Lawler as we see AJ entering the arena, the screen fading into the intro.

*Play Opening*

“Well folks” JR greets us now “You just saw and heard the Champions mind set. And apparently he is on his way out here. What has gotten into him? I guess we are about to find out!”

*Play AJ*

AJ Styles mopes out, sighing as he goes up the steps, placing his title belt on his shoulder as he gets a mic and drags himself to the centre of the ring, looking with an expression that can only read as defeated.
“Hey…” he starts, some of the crowd yelling at him to snap out of it “yeah I know…I know what you all think. I know what my followers replied to me when I posted what I did on twitter over the weekend. I didn’t reply, I just told them to watch this show. Because a 140 characters isn’t enough for me to explain this. Cause I know what you are all thinking, what you have told me. Where did this come from? Your AJ Styles damn it! You the WWF Champion! Why have you given up? Well I agreed with you this time last week. But on Friday morning I woke up and a light bulb went off, I had an epiphany. Samoa Joe is now the same Samoa Joe he was last year, he is not even the same Joe I knew in ROH. This Joe is the most dominating force in the business right now…and then I but on his match from Fully Loaded and I watched him, and began to realize he was right last week. He beat the hell out of Bryan and KOed him in 10 minutes; it took me more than an hour….He beat the recently departed Christian in 5 minutes to become the most dominate King of the Ring ever. When I faced Christian it took me 15 minutes to beat him. But I know what you all saying…that’s everyone else. You’re the WWF Champion AJ! You have beaten everyone no matter the odds since Wrestlemania! For 5 months you have been the best WWF Champion in years... maybe the decade. But those of you only need to recall the past two weeks. Despite all I had Joe got me from the front and the back, both ways he got me. Add to that the grueling matches I have been having as Champion, just like last week with Mankind, and the fact he rolls over his prey without even breaking a sweat…and you pretty much reach the conclusion. He’s right…I can’t beat him. All I can do is prolong the inevitable. I’m sorry if that upsets my fans but the truth is the truth…it just took me a while to realize it….sorry. Sorry for not being the Champion you thought I was…”
The crowd boos loudly as AJ sighs and lowers his head, taking the title off his shoulder and brooding as he stares at his reflection in it.

*Play HBK*

The crowd goes absolutely berserk for the surprise return of HBK Shawn Michaels! Shawn is frowning as he marches down to the ring, AJ watching him with sad, unwavering eyes. He breaths hard as Michaels walks across the ring, not even stopping to pander to the crowd, going over and demanding a microphone, lifting it to his mouth, stepping forward to AJ as the music dies. The crowd still cheering heavily, some breaking in chants of “HBK!”
“What?” Shawn shakes his head at the champion “one week? One week and you turn to this? What the hell is the matter with you?”
AJ sighs and looks up at Shawn with his bleak expression “what are you doing here Shawn?”
“What am I doing here? What am I doing here! What I’m doing here AJ is coming to snap you out of this! I saw what you wrote online, and then a booked a flight to Kansas to be here tonight. Sure I could have called…but I would rather tell the whole world this. Do this in front of the world. Because what you are doing right now is giving up! What you’re doing right now if being a pussy!” The crowd reacts loudly as AJ now looks up, but then turns away.
“You heard me! And I am not having the man who beat me at Wrestlemania being a pussy! I will not allow it to be said that in the main event of Wrestlemania I was beaten by a pussy who feels sorry for himself! Did you do this in our war against Undertaker? Huh? Our when Foley put you in the hospital? Or when you had gone an hour unable to put Bryan away? Was that guy this sorry bastard you are being now huh? Look at me!” Shawn now slaps him across the face to another loud “oh!” From the crowd.
“Look at me you son of a bitch! You are AJ Styles! You are the WWF Champion and over the last 5 months you have made a living out of overcoming any odds, fighting through no matter what and walking out as one of the best WWF Champions I have ever known, one of the greatest fighting champions I have ever known? You know who you remind me off…”
“Shawn…” AJ trails off.
“Do you? I said it before and I will say it again. You remind me of me AJ. You won you first title as a boyhood dream, overcoming all odds after many, many years of scratching despite your size…you just like me made it here by your wrestling ability! Just like me you come out here month after month, steal the show and even if your brains and spilled on this canvas you walk out Champion!”
“That’s the point!” AJ yells back in Shawn’s face now “That’s the whole damn point Shawn! I just….JUST barely have managed to beat everyone, just barely come out on top by one lucky move at the end of a hell raiser! Sure everyone calls my matches the match of the night, but unlike Joe it took me barely coming out on top to do that!”
Shawn now lowers his own head away, shaking it with a sigh…then coming in, grabbing AJ by the shirt and pulling him in, slapping hard again across the face, then bringing the mic up and yelling in Styles face.
“You are the WWF Champion! You beat me, Shawn Michaels, Mr. Wrestlemania in the MAIN EVENT OF WRESTLEMANIA! YOU OVERCOME 5 MEN IN ONE NIGHT! YOU BEAT MICK FOLEY IN A BLOODY MASSACRE! YOU TOOK BRYAN DANIELSON TO AN HOUR AND STILL WON! YOU BEAT AN OLIMPIC GOLD MEDALIST IN KURT ANGLE! THE FACT IT TOOK YOU MORE EFFORT THAT JOE MAKES YOU BETTER THAN HIM! NOT WORSE! OVERCOMING ADVERSITY IS THE MARK OF A TRUE CHAMPION YOU STUPID…IDIOT! NOT ROLLING OVER PEOPLE WITH PURE POWER AND EMOTION IN 5 MINUETS!” Shawn now breaths out hard as he lets AJ drops, shaking his head again and then again going to speak calmer now “those matches were you trial by fire! They made you stronger! They made you the man you were. AJ think if you had won the WWF title on your first night or at last year’s Summerslam had Taker not cost you! What makes you the great champion you are, the great man you are is the fact you fought so hard for that belt, that’s what makes you fight so hard to keep it, that’s the fire that you brought that I couldn’t beat at Wrestlemania that is what gave you your edge over me and all the others! But…” Shawn lowers his head, turning away “if you can’t understand that…then maybe you have already lost. Joe has already won that belt.”
AJ looks on, breathing heavily, at Michaels for a moment, the crowd yelling at him to listen. He jerks for a moment, looking like he is about to agree or say something….but then turns and walks out of the ring and up the ramp to loud boos.
Michaels drops the mic, frowning in confusion and placing his hand on his hips, shaking his head back and forth at AJ as he walks up the ramp to the back and we go to our first break.

When we come the first contest gets underway as Awesome Kong returns to action to demolish and pin Eve Torres and Kelly Kelly in a handicap match. She in fact beat them so badly JR and King speculate if they will ever wrestle in the WWF again.
After the bell has rung and she gets her hand raised she gets himself a microphone.
“She is going to speak? Wow!” King exclaims.
“She rarely does” JR replies.
“Trish Stratus…” Kong starts “no more other bitches to hide behind! At Summerslam finally you are mine…and this time little women you are dead meat!”
With that the crowd reacts as she drops the mic to the mat and the heads to the back.
As she does we cut too backstage where Trish is watching this on a monitor backstage, adjusting the title belt on her shoulder and looking on with a determined stare.
“Trish doesn’t look to be backing down” JR comments as we go to break.

*Play Kurt Angle*

Angle comes forward in the ring with a lopsided grin as he lifts a mic to speak.
“So RVD you set your little dog, you little sidekick Sabu on me tonight. That’s fine. ‘Cause I have no problem breaking his neck to show you how serious I am. Why? Let’s just say I hate ECW almost as much as I hate you Rob…let’s get this show on the road.”

*Play Sabu*

With that Sabu comes to the ring and this Extreme Rules match is underway. Sabu puts up a valiant effort but in the end Angle, Angle slams him through a table followed by an ankle lock with a steel chair for the tap out!
“Man! If this keeps up we won’t have a roster left!” King exclaims as Sabu rolls out of the ring and is attended to by EMT’s.
As Angle celebrates he looks into the camera, brings his thumbs up and points at himself saying along with them “Oh…It’s…True!” Some Angle fans even chanting along, many booing as we cut.

When we return KENTA, Sherri Martel and GHC Jr. Heavyweight Champion Dolph Ziggler are in the ring. KENTA and Dolph mouth off at each other, talking trash as they wait.

*Play Pope*

Pope jives into the ring with a broad grin, Pope Dollars falling from the ceiling as he walks up and grabs a mic. Ziggler and KENTA watching on at him, looking like they are ready to get some pay back for last week right now.
“Alright everyone and welcome to a special edition of the Pope’s sermon tonight! Can I get an amen?” Nothing but loud boos “alright…well tonight I have to special guests here. And I asked you both here so I could explain to both your sinful little faces why I did what I did last week. Well see boys the Lord and the Pope have been watching you little spat over these past months over a title from the sinners godless word known as Japan…and we are not happy. See that title comes from a place without the love of Jesus, without the lord and so it is a symbol of sin…a device of evil. And for you two to be fighting over it prove you nothing put agents of the devil…oh yes. So when I got involved in your match last week and bashed you both upside your heads with a chair it was God’s work you see. Because first of all by stopping further contest for that sinful belt I was stopping sin itself right in this ring. And now the path is clear…the path of righteousness, the path of glory! See my brothers what the Lord wants is for me to win that GHC Jr. Title of sin” heavy boos “and then I can wash it clean of sin and re-baptize it as Pope’s Pimpin Holy World Championship! Oh yes! Testify!”
The boos are thunderous as Ziggler and KENTA both frown in confusion and bemusement, looking to each other as such…and then running forward and both hammering into Pope, beating him down into the mat to loud cheers. Dolph then turns and hammers in KENTA, beating him down to boos now as Sherri cheers him on, but soon security hit the ring and pull the three men apart. Pope now rolls out of the ring, breathing hard and ravaged from the attack, looking wide eyed into the ring at his assailants before being carried away. As he is he yells back at them “you cannot stop it! It is the path! That title will be mine! The PPHWC will be born! It will! It’s coming! Amen! Amen brothers!” We then fade to break.

We come back to Shane Mcmahon’s office as our cameras are following Jake Roberts and H inside to film the conversation. The crowd boos at the sight of the two as Shane stands in aggravation.
“What the hell do you two want?”
“Want Shane? I think I made that clear last week…I want an Intercontinental Championship match against Jushin “Thunder” Liger! His jelly bellied idiot manager may have stopped H getting what was rightfully his last week…but neither of them will stop me from attaining it. And what better stage that Wembley Stadium at Summerslam?”
“Jake…Jake we already went over this” Shane sighs “you have won one tag match since you came here. That’s not enough.”
“Well then Mcmahon put me in a match that will make it enough…a number one contenders match I believe you always call it round here.”
“A number one contender’s match?” Shane raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah” Jake nods.
“Well…the people do want to see Liger get his hands on you after all these months.”
“That they do…you can’t deny the people” Jake grins slyly.
“Well…yeah. I’ll tell you what I will do. You go out to that ring right now and you will get your number one Contendership match.”
“I knew you were a reasonable man Shane” Jake grins as he goes to walk away with H.
“Hang on!” Shane stops him, prompting them both to stop and look back “you will get it alright…but you will make up to for lost time by beating every single one of the men ahead of you in the queue.”
“What?” Jake sneers.
“Yup. It will be a gauntlet match!” The crowd roars in respond as Jake holds in a wild reaction, but sneers with clenched teeth and grunting, obviously trying to hide his emotions “beat all of them and you get Liger at Summerslam.”
“Fine…”Jake replies through gritted teeth and walks out, H sneering and following as Shane looks on and we cut back to ringside.

It is then the first hour Main Event and it’s the Gauntlet match to decide the number on contender for the IC title at Summerslam. Roberts comes out with H, looking none too pleased as H stands on the apron, him in the ring as they await the first challenger. And it is Ken Shamrock. Despite Shamrock’s best effort he is put away with DDT at the 6 minute mark. Then Amazing Red, The British Bulldog both just barely put away, especially Davey Boy in what we are told is his last night in the company. Jake is breathing heavy as he stands and awaits the next man.

*Play Booker T*

Jake groans as Booker T comes out to a good reaction from the pleased crowd. Roberts and Booker battle for near 8 minutes, Booker looking like he has it until H gets a spinning roundhouse in behind the refs back allowing Jake to hit the DDT for the win.
The crowd is booing as Jake stumbles to his feet barely able to stand as he yells for the final man to get down here.

*Play H*

The crowd looks in confusion at the new but familiar theme. It is then cleared up as Howard Finkle gets on the mic.
“And the final man! H!”
“Oh man….here we go!” JR reacts.
“That Shane! This is terrible JR! King responds.
The crowd roars as H stands in shock at ringside, swallowing and looking into the ring as Jake slowly turns and look at him with a conflicted but strong emotions. H then slowly enters the ring as the crowd is cheering, chanting and jeering for them to go at them. That all turns though to thunderous boos as the bell rings and H just drops to the mat, allowing Jake to drop down over and cover him for 1…2…3.
The boos reign down as Robert’s music plays and he is announced as the Number One Contender. The Snake and H laugh at the jeering crowd as they hold up there arms to them, we then cut to break.

When we come back we are in the interview area.
“Well we just saw moments ago Jake Roberts overcome the odds…well some odds, to become the man who will face the Intercontinental Champion at Summerslam! And my guest at this time is that said Intercontinental Champion…Jushin “Thunder” Liger and his manager Dusty Rhodes” the crowd explodes as the two walks into shot, Liger not looking like he is into it as he looks away, fidgeting with the title on his shoulder, Dusty however looks focused “Dusty…I have to ask, great to see you by the way, what is your own and the champions reactions?”
“Well Thank You Gene…but see our reactions are that of joy, of jubilation. Because see why I was laid out in my hospital bed, in my bed at home soon after, all that occupied my mind was getting that devious snake back. But week after week I saw how he got into Liger’s head and constantly tormented him. But see now I am back and it has all come to this. Jake The Snake Liger is glad you won that match, as am I, because now we get to rock you all over Wembley, all over London, and finally get some payback. Watch out Snake because you are about to get bitten back by a Superhero. This man has been Intercontinental Champion for a year, and he has done it by being the greatest IC Champion of all time, you Snake are just that next mountain to climb. But see this time my friend this is personal. See you in London” he grabs Jushin’s shoulder “come on Liger baby.”
With that they both walk out of shot, Okerlund looking on, we cut to…

We are then backstage, seeing an argument in process in the corridor between Shane Mcmahon and Samoa Joe. The cameraman now runs up, the conversation fading into the microphones pick up range.
“…What I am saying is despite how stupid AJ is being…”
“More like realistic” Joe sneers.
“Whatever” Shane sighs “what I am saying is that despite that he had a point when he said about his struggles being greater. Maybe you did have it easy last week compared to him having to face his nemesis. Plus I’m not happy about what you did afterwards, that was uncalled for.”
“But it obviously worked” Joe smiles and shrugs.
“Hmmm” Shane rises an eyebrow “well how about I go eye for eye, do a fair deal for all. Tonight you will go one on one with Mick Foley in our main event!” The crowd cheers loudly in response.
“Just Mick? Not whatever persona he is this week?”
“Well that’s just it. Mick is s unpredictable since he lost Taker’s control that I have no idea who he will turn up as” Shane now grins at Joe “have fun.”
Joe sneers back and chuckle in response “I will. Watch me show Styles how I deal with overrated fat idiots, don’t reserve too much time!”
With that Joe turns and walks off as we cut to break.

When we return:

*Play Nexus*

The boos reign down as the Nexus swagger out from the back, looking almost more confident than ever as they strut and swagger into the ring, holding up their tag title belts and taunting the crowd.
“Well these two look happy for two men who just lost their only allies, their only back up in a trade” JR comments.
“Hey LAX jumped shipped last week anyway. I say good riddance” King replies.
“Well…” Miz starts “I bet all of you were expected us to mope out here and whine, and cry about how the Mexicans dumped us last week and then how they got traded away in the Summer Season Draft! Well that’s not going to happen!” Miz grins as the jeering crowd “because you see we would have made LAX turn around, but hell them getting traded to that Bingo Hall promotion is even better. You know why? Because we found better! We found two people who were more receptive to our offer, who took the deal…even if it was somewhat sweetened and included money…but still the point is that in the end a deal was made and now we stand here with better partners, better back up against those two vicious little thugs than we started with. See out new partners are just like us one of the most decorated Tag Teams in history, one of the best. And together we will be unstoppable. Yes broads and jokers our new partners are the newly contracted and returning! Dudley Boyz!”

*Play Dudley’s*

The crowd gives a loud mixed response, a mix of surprise and boos as Bubba Ray and Devon make their return to Raw, posing for the crowd and then entering the ring stand behind the Nexus.
“Yeah” Miz chuckles, walking forward to Bubba with a huge grin “try us now Moron Gang!”
He now hands to mic to Bubba to more boos.
“First of all let me say that it’s great to be out of same dingy bingo halls and once again in the spotlight. But make no mistake we aren’t here to play nice, we are here to 3D little idiots through tables and once again dominant Tag Team wrestling the World Wrestling Federation!” Heavy jeers in response “Now Motor City. Let us get one thing straight. We don’t like these two loud mouthed idiots behind us, hell we wouldn’t even have taken a deal for anyone else. But see the Tag Shot after Summerslam, the Money and the chance we get to stick it to you just made it sweet. See we may not hate you, but what we do hate is how you two little pricks walk around with big heads thinking you are the greatest thing since sliced bread and how these idiots out here cheer you. It makes us sick!” He sneers at the camera as the crowd boos again “so we made a deal. And now we work with the pricks. But these pricks at least admit they are jerks, you two just kid yourselves into thinking your heroes to these brain dead morons. But make no mistake. We don’t care if it’s you or them, we are going to be Tag Team Champions and that…is a promise.”
With that he turns and pushes the mic hard into Barrett’s chest. Barret frown at him as he walks away, he and Devon talking and Barrett shakes it off to his usual cocky grin and now brings the mic up for him to speak now.
“Yeah…and we know that No Limit have gone back to Japan for a month. So right now, you are all alone and me and you have a singles match Sabin. But see now, now with this new partnership…no matter if the people have the new TV at home or not, this next match will now be in 3D!”
Barrett laughs at his pun as the crowd boos and his gestures for Sabin to come out.

*Play MCMG*

The crowd blow the roof off as Sabin comes to the ring with Shelly in his corner for this match.

The battle lasts a solid ten minutes of back and forth great action, but soon breaks down as the others get involved, the match is then thrown out as a huge brawl begins.
“Man! This war that has involved so many now between the Guns and Nexus cannot be controlled! They can’t even have a match without a riot breaking out every week! This has to come to an end and it will at Summerslam. But the Guns are now heavily outnumbered here” JR calls.
Indeed Shelly and Sabin get beaten into the mat for a few moments, but then get in a few good shots, looking good as they take two at a time beating them away as the crowd get louder and louder…until from behind comes Chelsea, kicking Sabin right between her legs with her high heels. The crowd boos thunderously as Sabin holds his crotch and crumbles to the mat as the 4 now overwhelm Shelly.
The crowd then come alive again with a massive cheer as Velvet Sky runs out for the back.
“It’s Velvet! She’s back!” King exclaims.
Velvet runs right for the ring with fire in her eyes, sliding into the ring and taking Chelsea down by the hair, beating the hell out of her into the mat as the crowd noise gets louder and louder which each….until Barrett comes in and grabs her by her blonde hair, pulling her up by it and grinning out menacingly at the crowd, bad intentions in mind as Sky pleads from mercy in his grasp to no reaction. Miz turning and yelling for Barrett to do it.
“Oh come on! Not again! Not again you son of a bitch!” JR yells at him.

*Play Big Show*

The arena goes insane as the Big Show makes his return to the WWF, all action in the ring stopping as the heels turn, jaws dropped as they watched the 7 foot 2, 500 pound giant march down and over the top rope into the ring. D-Von is first to run in and gets a hard right hard. In comes Bubba now and gets drilled into the mat with a chokeslam. Chokeslam to Miz, Chokeslam to D-Von and then finally with a mighty heave chokeslam to Barrett. The crowd is roaring in heavy applause as Big Show stands over the wreckage of humanity. He then turns slowly, the crowd noise getting louder as he sets his sights on Chelsea, she however grows wide eyed and bolts from the ring to loud boos. She then walks over and grabs the others, rolling them out the ring getting them to come too if only for her own safety. The Nexus and Dudley’s finally wobble to stand and take off up the ramp, looking back with the fear of good into the ring at the Guns and their new giant friend. Shelly now has a microphone.
“Well…” he pants to catch his breath and then straightens “looks like you aren’t the only one who has made new friends. But see the difference is…we aimed a little…” he looks over and up to the snarling Big Show “higher!”
With the crowd roar as the Guns music plays. Big Show continues staring at the heels with Tunnel vision as behind him Sabin and Velvet Sky embrace, hugging and kissing as they are then joined by Shelly in celebration as we go to break.

When we come back we do so into the eyes of Chris Jericho to loud boos. The camera now pulls back to Jericho’s smiling, smug face.
“Hello I’m the King of the World Chris Jericho and I’m not there tonight because I decided not to fly out to a hick town” loud boos “instead I took the night off and decided to send in this message as well. See…a man who is also not there tonight is Stone Cold Steve Austin and Mr. Austin isn’t there because I practically broke his neck again as I threw him off the stage. Why? Because it seems lately Chris Jericho was everyone’s favorite joke, Jericho the clown, especially Mr. Austin. But I showed him and I reminded all of you just who Chris Jericho is and what I am capable off. Last week was just the start. I took Stone Cold that that if he got in Chris Jericho’s way he would get burned…and look what happened. So what I am doing right now is challenging Mr. Austin to man up, grow some balls, ignore whatever career ended injury he suffered this time and come to Raw next week. Because I will have a big surprise for him just before our big fight at Summerslam. Oh and it will be a fight. And the man who will win will be the Best in the World at what he does, not some drunken redneck. See you next week. Sorry Kansas but you…just don’t deserve me.”
With that Jericho grins again to a chorus of boos as we fade out.

We then come back and it’s time for our Main Event. But first we get a shot of AJ Styles through a door sitting on a bench in the locker room, his head lowered into his hands as he stares at his feet.
“Do you think he even knows what’s next JR?”
“Well he better, he better start watching. As all of us will. This is sad…AJ need to get his head out of his hands, out of his ass and snap out of this” JR sighs as we cut back to ringside, AJ showing no sign of movement from brooding in the corner.

It’s then our Main Event. Samoa Joe coming to the ring to a loud sustained roar from the crowd. He sets he towel down and stretches, turning to the ramp and awaiting to see just what he is dealing with here.
“What will Samoa Joe get?” Asks JR “The psychotic Mankind, The Dangerous Mick Foley, The Barbaric Cactus Jack…”

*Play Dude Love*

The crowd half cheer, half laugh as Dude Love shambles down in what somewhat resembles a dance to the ring. He jives into the ring as Joe watched him, not looking impressed as the Dude enters the ring and yells at him “OW! Have Mercy!”
Joe responds to that by bashing him hard in the face with a stuff right hand. The bell rings and Dude’s bandana and shades fall off and we are underway.
Samoa Joe beats the living hell out of the Dude, throwing him from pillar to post, kick boxing him around the ring…but then that wakes up that other side of Foley’s. Dude Love then gets Foley’s dangerous side, and its pissed as he now hammers into Joe putting up a hell of a brawl…but in the end after a good challenge Joe hits the muscle buster for the win.

The bell rings and Joe stands, pulling his hand away from the ref and snarling down at the lifeless tie dyed Foley, kicking him once again for good measure and then heading over for his towel.

*Play HBK*

Joe now stops, his head shooting up the stage as HBK emerges. Looking determined as he enters the ring and steps right up to Joe, daring him, egging him on, and gesturing for him to hit him.
“What? What is Shawn doing? Do he want Joe to hit him? Is this him showing AJ that he can stand up to Joe? Because it is I’m not sure now smart it is…”
“Not smart at all! Get out of there Shawn! Go back home!” King adds.
Joe looks on in confusion for a moment, but then shrugs and hammers into Shawn, beating him down to loud boos. Shawn not even trying to fight back, not even attempting to block the fists and kicks.
“He’s not even trying to fight back! What the hell is this! Is this to prove something to the Champion? Why Shawn Why? This is madness!” JR yells.

*Play AJ*

The crowd explode as AJ Styles music hits, Joe now drops Shawn and turns to the aisle to wait on him…but just like Joe last week AJ come from behind, coming through the crowd and up onto the top rope as the arena goes wild. Joe now notices and turns around…right into a missile dropkick sending him down. Joe rolls back and stands, coming back right into the straight furious shots and kicks from the champion, the straight roundhouses knocking him back into the ropes, then grabbing him and driving him into the mat with not 1, not 2, but 3 Styles Clashes. That keeps Joe now, the crowd jumping for Joe and cheering as AJ now standing, he face covered in sweat and he glares down at Joe mouthing “so you’re not invisible.”
Behind him Shawn Michaels now stands slowly, gathering himself and then looking over to the Champion. AJ now again himself looks up and turns to look right back at him. Shawn’s face then turns to a grin, HBK then starts to nod and say “now that’s more like it”, AJ nodding back as the logo appear and the show fades to black.