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Post by Valdora on Sept 5, 2011 21:40:21 GMT
The World Wrestling Federation Presents
Unforgiven 2011
Live from: Los Angeles, CA
Theme: Unforgiven by Metallica
*Play Opening*
Fireworks explode off the western and skull themed stage, the lights come on and we pan the rabid wild crowd at the scrums of Unforgiven play.
“Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to Los Angeles California, and welcome to a night that may shake the very foundation of the World Wrestling Federation as we know it. Corruption and conspiracy have shaped this night! This is Unforgiven!” JR greats us.
“Tell me about it JR. We may see all the title belts change hands here tonight, I think we will!” Jerry Lawler replies.
“Jim Ross here alongside Jerry the King Lawler greeting you folks. Let’s get right to it with our first Championship match of the evening.”
Tag Team Championship
*Play Entrances*
Each team group in three corners, talking last minute strategy and deciding who will start off in this three corners match. The Guns unhook their belts and glare across at the other four men, each team now having become their blood nemesis.
“So much hatred in this match between the Guns and Nexus, between the Guns and the Dudley’s. You have to believe that there is some left over issues between the Dudley’s and Nexus over their deal” JR comments as the referee takes the title belts and holds them up for all to see.
“Maybe they will work together again here. Take out the Guns” King replies.
“With the titles on the line? I don’t think so King. No, the gold is too great a prize. Only one team can have it” JR counters.
Wade slaps Miz on the shoulder now as he goes onto the ring apron. Devon and Sabin to start for their respective teams.
“Again folks this in not a three corners match. What we essentially in this version of a Triple Threat Tag is a double triple threat match” JR says as the three men come out of their corner, the bell ringing and the three going to lock up “oh course thanks to Shane Mcmahon. The Guns now have much worse odds than ever now.”
Miz is the first to run forward to jump on Sabin, Sabin fires backs but from the side comes D-Von now beating him back down with Miz. Loud boos from the crowd as D-Von and Miz double team Sabin, pummeling and then stomping him into the mat.
“Well…maybe I was wrong” JR comments.
Both men then pick Sabin up and send him over with a double suplex. Miz then yells at D-von to pick Chris up, he does as Miz runs to the ropes and as D-von holds him nails a running dropkick to the head. The boos reign down as the two men taunt the live crowd with grins on their faces, they then go back to work as on the aprons their partners clap in approval. Shelly however is irate.
They now turn back and continue stomping on him from both sides into the mat, then pick Sabin up and throw him into the only free corner, kicking away at him there…until Devon pushes forward, ahead of Miz and begins laying in. Miz looks at him with aggravation and comes in, pushing Devon back now and working on Sabin, Devon now is annoyed and grabbing Miz, throws him back to the centre of the ring and then starts to kick and punch away at Sabin again. Miz rolls back from it and comes straight back in, throwing Devon back now. Devon rolls back, runs in on Miz who is back on Sabin again, grabs him by the shoulder to do it again…when wham! Miz turns and nails him with a hard punch to the mouth. Devon reels from the punch, holding his mouth, and then answers back with one of his own. Miz fires back now, the crowd loving it as Devon and Miz trade furious blows, the alliance well and truly over, beating each other back to the centre of the ring. Both then stop and turn as Sabin charges in now and takes them both down with a double closeline! The crowd cheering big time for that and now stomping and clapping, screaming for Sabin to get up and get the tag as all three men lay out on the mat.
Sabin now comes to the life, the crowd willing him on. The other two however moving as well. Miz reaches his corner first and…tag to Barrett who runs right in, tag to Bubba from Devon, sending him in. But at the last second…hot tag to Shelly to a huge pop. Shelly leaps right onto the top rope and flies off taking Bubba down with a missile dropkick. Shelly stands but now there is Barrett, hammering him down with clubbing blows to the back and then as he stands again beating him back into the corner and stomping away there. In comes Bubba but Barrett nails him coming in with a big boot. He then goes back to Shelly as he is coming out the corner, swinging for him with a closeline but Shelly ducks it and goes behind, jumping up and nailing a dropkick to the back that sends Barrett flying into the ropes and down. He then stands but there is Bubba beating away on the back and then turning him around and setting up for a DDT but Shelly swings out of it, jumps onto his shoulders and takes him over with a victory roll for 1…2…NO! Barrett takes Shelly’s head off with a big boot. He then grabs the rising Bubba and sets him up for a powerbomb, but Bubba reverses it into the back drop. Bubba now comes in and hammers Sabin into the ropes, grabbing an arm and shooting him across the ring, but Shelly comes to life as he comes back, leapfrogging over him and hitting the ropes again as Bubba hits the opposite ropes. As both charges for each other Shelly leapfrogs over him again, this time as he lands on his feet running to his corner and tagging in Sabin! Sabin at once leaps onto the ropes and springboards off and down onto both men with diving double closeline. The crowd erupts in a clap for that sequence from the Champions.
Sabin now stands and throws Bubba into the corner, tagging Shelly back and shooting Bubba into the ropes as both men wait, setting up for a double team, but Bubba stops himself and comes in hammers into both men and beating them away for a moment until Sabin gets a kick to the gut and hammers him back…but then the referee comes over and orders him back to his corner. Shelly however is back on his feet and picks up where he left off, running in for Bubba Ray, but Bubba manages to side step it, go behind, hook the arms and drives him down with the Bubba bomb! Bubba now stands and runs in for Barrett but Barrett grabs him coming in swings him around and nails the Double A spine buster! Wade yells out and pumps his fists in the air for that one, but only gets louder boos. Barrett now drops down for the cover for 1…2…NO! Devon runs in and breaks it up.
Miz now comes in under the protest but the referee runs in and stops him, holding him back and forcing him back into his corner. Across the ring Devon just grins before heading back to his corner. Barrett now stands…but in comes Shelly running up and around him, nailing a tornado DDT!
Slowly now Bubba starts to move, crawling over and tagging in Devon now. But as he does Shelly is able to tag in Sabin. Chris Sabin now runs in, he and Devon trading furious right hands back and forth until Devon swings with an elbow but Sabin ducks it and runs in but Devon kicks him in the gut, grabs him head and takes him over with the snap suplex. He then runs in on the crawling Barrett…but it’s too late, Miz has been tagged back in and runs in taking him down with a closeline. He then turns back to the rising Sabin, runs in and nails the swinging running neckbreaker into a cover for 1…2…NO! Sabin gets the shoulder up.
Devon now runs in and pulls Miz up and nails a back suplex. Devon now stands and comes back in on Sabin but Sabin blocks the punch, jumps up with a kick, Devon catches it but Sabin turns that into an ensurguri!
Sabin now rises and heads up to the corner, rising up and waiting for Miz to stand…but from behind comes Bubba throwing him from the top rope to the mats to heavy boos. Miz now comes in to take advantages, grabbing Sabin and setting him up for the SCF...but from behind comes Devon, grabbing bulldogging Miz down and in effect slamming Sabin’s head into the mat as well with the same move. Devon now rises and kicks away at both of them, coming over and tagging in Bubba now. Bubba now comes in and grabs picks up Miz, beating them hell out him back into the corner then shooting him into the ropes and nailing a back body drop. He then comes in and Sabin but Sabin comes to life and nails him with a dropkick, running over and tagging Shelly back in. Both men then grab Miz up and hit the eliminator, Sabin going for the legs, Shelly the closeline, taking Miz out. Sabin nods the insistence referee then and heads back into his corner again.
Shelly now runs in for Bubba but Bubba side steps it and turns Alex around hitting a few jabs and then the bionic elbow. Bubba then picks Shelly up and into his corner, tagging in Devon and then hoisting Shelly up onto his shoulders and he gestures for Devon to head to the top rope. Devon nods, rising up and nailing the Dudley Device! Bubba ignores the referee as they stand, Miz running and getting body slammed down, Devon heading to the top rope again and flying off for the what sup drop. Bubba and Devon now parade the ring from that offensive and raise their signature ringed hands to the crowd to even louder ones. Bubba now finally going back to the corner as Devon covers Shelly for 1…2…NO! He kicks out. Devon runs over and covers Miz for 1…2…NO! Barrett runs in and breaks that up. That sets off Bubba who runs back in now. The two illegal men now brawling in the ring as the referee tries to restore order. But then the crowd comes alive as Sabin gets in on the action heading to the top rope and flying off with a senton taking both men out to a huge roar.
When finally they rise all six men are now in the ring and all hell breaks lose, fists and feet flying everything as partners trade off and switch, hammers into anyone that isn’t on their side. Bubba hammers back Miz and then runs in for Sabin and they start fighting until Barrett runs in with a big boot but Bubba ducks and it takes out Sabin. Shelly then runs in and takes Barrett down with a running dropkick, then standing and running into the ropes as Devon fights off Miz and turns. Bubba grabbing the incoming Shelly with a flapjack, Devon turning and catching him coming down for the 3D! Cover for 1…2…NO! Miz just is able to run in and break it up.
Miz then grabs Devon and hammers into him, but from the side in runs Bubba, but he is caught and driven down with a black hole slam from Barrett for 1…2…NO! Sabin runs in and nails and standing Senton to break that up!
Miz now drops Devon and runs in behind Sabin, hooking him and driving him into the mat with the Skull crushing finale for 1…2…NO! Devon is back and break s that up.
Devon now picks up Miz and takes him to the ropes, heaving him up and round by the head, heaving his legs onto the top rope and hitting the rope hung neckbreaker his calls the Testify for 1…2…NO! Barrett just runs in and breaks it up, lifting Devon and driving him down with the Wasteland for 1…2…NO! Bubba is back and breaks that up!
Bubba now lifts Barrett and goes behind nails a big Bubba Bomb and covering for 1…2….NO! Shelly is back and just breaks it up.
He then picks Bubba up and calls to the rising Sabin, the two then grab Bubba and take him into the ropes, setting and down and nailing the Made in Detroit for 1…2…3!!!
The crowd explodes as the Guns music hits and they fall back in victory.
“Here are you winners and STILL World…”
*Play Shane Mcmahon*
The boos are thunderous as Shane Mcmahon interrupts Finkle.
“Oh wait just a damn minuet! What the hell is Shane doing out here?” JR snaps.
“Hold on, hold on Howard, hold on” loud boos as all rising men in the ring look back in confusion, Shane holding out one hand and holding the mic with the other, a grin on his face “I forgot the mention something to you. I really am stupid from forgetting, I really should have remembered it!” He whacks himself on the head “I forgot the mention that this is an elimination match!” Heavy boos.
“Oh come on! That BS!” JR is irritate.
“Sorry, sorry.” Shane grins at the crowd and those in the ring “I am so forgetful these days. Age catching up to me. So…therefore the Champions have not yet retained. This match will now continue between the Nexus and The Motor City Machine Guns!”
The boos and jeers get louder and louder as Shane smugly grins into the ring at Shelly and Sabin who are frowning back in rage.
“Ring the bell!” Shane calls out and gestures for it.
The referee shrugs and shakes his head at the Champion, taking their belts away and handing them to the time keeper. The Guns continue to call foul the referee just replies that there is nothing he can do, shaking his head and then calls for them bell.
Before they know what is happening The Guns are jumped by Barrett and Miz, beating down into the mat to heavy boos. The referee tries to tell Barrett to get to the corner but he just pushes him back and tells him to shut up, the going back to work with stomps to Sabin and then trading off and hammering into Shelly. Miz then picks Shelly up and nails him with a back suplex. Barrett nailing and falling power slam. Both men then grab one arm of each of the Champions and pulls them towards the corner setting them up. Barrett now yells for Miz to get one of the title belt. But Jim Cornette is already there, having run down to ringside moments ago, Shane now almost there himself. Cornette now grab one the Tag title belts and throws it to Barrett. Barrett now grins at the jeering crowd as he puts it around his waist, turns and drops down into a football tackle stance, then running forward, up onto the top rope and hitting the title belt Vader Bomb! Crushing Shelly’s ribs.
The referee at once goes over to call for the bell…put Shane is standing in front of the timekeeper, arms folded and shaking his head. The referee gulps and turns back to the action.
Barrett then stands, runs to the other side of the ring, jumping up to do the same to Sabin…but at the last second Sabin rolls out the way to a massive cheer from the crowd, Barrett hitting the mat face first, the title belt having an impact on his ribs now. Sabin now stands and dropkicks Miz down the crowd getting louder as he runs out of the ring and snatches the other title belt from Cornette, who just runs away. He then runs back into the ring, runs up and nails the incoming Barrett down with the title belt! The referee again goes to ring the bell but Shane again stops him. The referee however then just shrugs and turns as Sabin has the leg hooked, Shane panicking now and yelling for the referee to stop, but he doesn’t he counts 1…2…NO!!! Miz is back! The boos are thunderous, the gaps to, everyone thought it was over there. Cornette, Shane and even the referee included. The former holding their heads and panicking the outside.
Miz now uses his foot to kick the title belt in the way as he sets Sabin up and drives him into it with the Skull Crushing Finale for 1…2…3!!!
The referee seems annoyed with himself counting it but he has no choice but to make it official and call for the bell. The crowd is irate, booing mercilessly and yelling obscenities.
“Here are you winners!” Finkle calls as the music kicks in “and NEW World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! The Nexus!”
“Damit!” Curses JR.
Miz walks over with a huge grin on his face, snatches his title from the referee. Barrett standing with his already on, holding his ribs but them straitening and smiling when he realizes what has happened. Cornette and Shane join them in the ring with proud smiles themselves. They both then grab the arms of their new Champions and hold them up on either side. The four men standing proud with smug smiling at the heavy, angry boos from the crowd.
“Well they did it…the sons of bitches just cheated the Guns and got their Tag Team title back! Dam them! Damn them to hell!” JR snaps at ringside.
The four men stand, Nexus holding up their titles to even louder boos.
“Yeah but is it the first of many here tonight JR?” King asks in response as we cut to backstage.
Interlude 1
We are now in the interview area with Gene Okerlund.
“Ladies and Gentleman. My guest at this time…Terry Funk!” The crowd cheers as Funk steps in, bandana over his head and towel over his shoulder “Mr. Funk, next you square off against Kurt Angle. A match he asked for after you cost him the ECW Championship on Raw Monday Night. Now that we are here I have to ask you if you have any regrets about that and why you did what you did on Monday?”
“Hell no I don’t have any regrets you silly little bastard! Why did do what I did? Well I’ll tell ya. I have been sitting at home for many months, not been on TV since the Royal Rumble. In kinda semi retirement ya know? Well I’m sitting at home when I see on your TV that Kurt Angle now only won the resurrected ECW Championship from RVD, but started parading around with it with some stupid other name taped on it! Well that don’t sit right with me let me tell ya! I seen what he said about the company I helped build, the company that showed me more respect than this one ever has…”
“Terry…” Okerlund tries to cut him off.
“No! You wanted the true I will give you the truth baldy! I loved ECW and I held that very title that Kurt Angle was only a few nights ago taking a crap on! So I made sure he couldn’t crap on it anymore! That big bastard has it now, it’s now his problem, but at least he respects it. Now Kurt Angle wants to make this a fight? Well that is fine by me! You see this Kurt Angle!” Funk puts his fist to the screen “this is what you are going to be eating tonight! And you better like the taste of it because tonight If fight for the honor of the company you have disrespected for too long. Angle…you’re mine boy!”
With that he storms off screen leaving Okerlund to look on, sigh and then turn back to the camera.
“Well folks, that’s next. Back to you JR.”
Kurt Angle VS Terry Funk
*Play Angle/Funk*
“This grudge match…” JR calls as the two men stand in the ring, walking forward and yelling at each other as they “was formed and made on Monday Night when Terry Funk Kurt Angle the ECW Championship. Funk has said that tonight he fights for the honor of ECW. Well…now is his chance.”
With that the bell rings and the two men come out ready to go at it. Funk runs forward and begins hammering on Angle with hard shots. Funk continues hammering on blows until Kurt gets his hands up and manages to push him back before straightening and coming forward, getting a few blows back on Funk and ducking underneath lifting Terry for an early Angle slam but The Funker counters landing on his feet and turns, ducking under a closeline from Angle and as the gold medalist turns around again cracks him with two hard taped fist shots and takes in down with the axe handle. Funk drops slow but effective elbow on Kurt and picks him up, taking him over with a hip toss but Angle counters now, landing on his feet, turning, grabbing Funk and throwing him over head with a belly to belly. Cover for a quick 2 count. Kurt is relentless and goes in locking on a side headlock. After a few moments of trying to break the hold Funk gets to his feet and shoots Kurt over into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with hard double hammer. Angle rolls back and gets straight back up, running in and being taken down again with two clubbed, swinging fists. He rolls back again but now kicks Funk in the gut and takes him over with an arm drag and locks in a wrist lock. Funk struggles out of it and goes to stand but Angle catches him with his legs and takes him down with a head scissors, viceing his legs around Funks head. Funk manages to use all his old strength to push the legs apart.
Both men stand again and Angle is right there, going behind and hitting a perfect German suplex. As he stands he outstretches his arms and spins around before going back on the attack. Angle picks Funk up but Funk fights him off, hitting him with blow after blow to the head, over and over, beating Angle into a daze and then finally spinning around and taking Kurt down with hard closeline. The crowd cheers and applaud. Cover for 2.
Funk picks Kurt up from behind and slams him down with an atomic drop sending Kurt flying forward into the ropes, then hitting a Russian leg sweep and covering for 1…2…NO! Angle gets the shoulder up. He picks Angle up, going right back on the attack, picking Angle up and slamming him down with a nice scoop slam. He then picks Angle up but Angle comes to life, goes behind and nails another German suplex for 1…2…NO!
After a few minutes finally Angle gets back to his feet, goes behind the rising Funk and locks in the abdominal stretch. Funk shakes his head, writhing in pain as Kurt locks the hold in tight. Funk tries to reach for the ropes as the crowd clap him on. Finally the Funker is able to power out and take Angle over with a hip toss but Angle keeps hold of the arm rolling threw and locking in an arm bar on the mat. Funk struggles for a moment, then shuffles over and reaches, going for it and getting the bottom rope. But Kurt doesn’t let up, running in and nailing another German suplex, but this time not letting go, standing and hitting and 2nd, a 3rd, a 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th. At 8 he finally lets Funk slump to the mat and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Funk kicks out to a cheer from the crowd and frustration of Angle.
Angle now picks Funk up and throws him chest first into the corner, catching him on the rebound into an Angle Slam, but Funk lands on his feet, grabs Angle’s head turns him around, sets him up and then nails the piledriver for 1…2…NO! Angle gets the shoulder up.
Funk now moves over, picking Angle’s leg off the mat and locking in the spin over toe hold! Angle cries out in pain but then on the last pin blocks it, using his legs to hook one of Funk and take him over face first to the mat, standing and locking in the Ankle Lock!!!
The crowd stands in shock, yelling for one or the other as Funk struggles. The old bastard still having some life left in him, writhes in unbelievable pain but still reaching for them ropes. But then Angle drops down and grapevines the lines. Finally after moments of pain and struggling he has no choice but to tap out!
The crowd boos as the bell rings and the music plays, the boos getting louder as Angle refuses to let go of the hold.
“Here is your winner! Kurt Angle!” Finkle announce as finally Angle lets go of the hold.
He has a sneered, satisfied grin on his face as he stands and gets his hand raised. He can’t however resist kicking away a few more times, before turning and finally heading out the ring. There he leaves Funk laying as he pulls his straps down and heads to the back.
After a video package it’s time for another title match…
Women’s Championship
*Play Hamada/Kong*
The bell rings and we are under way. Both women come out of their corners, starring daggers at each other as they go nose to nose in the centre of the ring. Kong sneering down at Hamada who just stares right back up at her.
Hamada then reels back and strikes Kong first, beating her back across the ring and almost into the ropes when Kong gets a hand up and blocks it, hammering back with less but more forceful blows that beat Hamada back to the centre of the ring. Kong then swings with a closeline but Hamada ducks underneath and raises her hands back in a ready fighting stance. Again Kong launches forward for the closeline and again Hamada ducks underneath, this time running forward and jumping up onto Kong, curling around her body like a snake, hooking her head with her legs and pulling back on the arm. Kong storms around the ring frantically for a few moments trying to get her off but eventually starts to fade from the hold, stumbling back a little and dropping down onto one knee. Hamada nods her head as she vices in the hold stronger, clenching her teeth to exert all her might. The referee is in Kong’s face asking her if she quits when suddenly her eyes snap open and she stands, using all her strength to drop back and drive Hamada down into the mat but at the last second before impact on the mat Hamada counters that and rolls Kong up for 1...2...NO! Kong kicks out and finally the two are pulled apart. Both women stand and Hamada knows she needs to keep on her, nailing Kong with a couple of good shots as she rises and then hitting the rope and coming back to the kneeling Kong and hitting a quick dropkick that sends Kong flying to the outside.
“Wow Kong is in real trouble here” JR comments.
Kong reached up and uses the ring apron to pull herself up onto one knee as the referee counts. In the ring Hamada has stood and now hits the far rope, coming off and diving over the top rope with a cross body but Kong manages to catch her out of the air, turns around and scoop slams Hamada hard back first on the announce table. Hamada lets out a cry of pain and the crowd reacts loudly and winces. A couple of replays shown of the brutal move.
Kong takes a moment before shaking her head, shaking off the grogginess from earlier and comes back in. She grabs Hamada and throws her back into the ring and following over the top rope. Hamada rises but Kong grabs her and nails a clubbing blow to the back that send the Japanese women down in pain. Hamada starts to rise but is again hammering into the mat with a clubbing blow, and again and again. Hamada comes up again and Kong grabs her, hooking her arms and driving her down with Tiger Driver. Cover for 1...2...NO! Hamada gets the shoulder up.
Kong stands and grabs Hamada again, lifting her in her arms and then driving her down to the mat with a forward drop down slam. Another cover for another 2. Kong shakes her head and picks Hamada up and this time drops her with a scoop slam she follows up with a leg drop. She then goes around the head and hooks it in a reverse chin lock. Hamada’s legs kick for a moment until she is able to bring one leg up and kick Kong twice hard in the skull and make her release the hold. She takes the advantage standing, limping for a moment in pain but fighting through it and running forward hitting and standing cross body into a pin for 1...2...NO! Hamada takes no chances and heads to the top rope diving off and nailing the diving hurricanrana into a victory roll for 1...2...NO! Hamada rises to her knees in pain and fatigue but continues to fight on. Hamada runs forward for the monster again but Kong manages to grab Hamada coming in by the legs, drop her to the mat, turn her onto her belly and apply a Boston crab. Hamada fights the pain and eventually powers out, turning around and coming it again but Kong catches her by grabbing the legs, turning and nailing a perfect Alabama slam. Cover for 1...2...NO!
Kong lifts her up again and begins working away with hard shots to the ribs and then a strong head but sending her back down to the mat. Kong then runs into the ropes and leaps up coming in for the big splash…but at the last moment Hamada moves out the way! Hamada stands and fighting her own body heads to the top rope, waiting for Kong to stand and then nailing a missile dropkick. She does not go for the cover but instead stands in a ready stance waving her hands for Kendra to stand and when the monster does nailing the Hama-Chan Cutter. Cover for 1...2....NO! Kong just manages to get the shoulder up. Hamada rises up with her hands on her thighs and breathing heavily but fights herself on
She picks Kendra up and hits a jumping up wheel DDT. Cover for 1...2...NO! Again Kong kicks out. Hamada is barely able to breathe from fatigue as she heads over and climbs the top rope once again. Standing with her back to Kong and then as she stands flies off with a moonsault. But no! Kong manages to catch her upside down out the sir and hits the sit-down reverse piledriver. Cover for 1...2....NO! Hamada kicks out to a huge reaction from the capacity crowd.
Kong looks angry now as she stumbles to her feet. Grabbing Hamada and turning her, hoisting her up for the Implant buster…but no! Hamada drops back out of it turning it into a tornado DDT for 1...2...NO! Kong kicks out again!
Hamada stands again, signally the end and as Kong stands nailing her down with a super kick for 1...2......NO! Kong just powers the shoulder off the mat to a collective “oh!” from the capacity crowd.
Hamada now lifts Kong up but the Monster now comes to life, driving three consecutive head-buts into Hamada and then grabbing her head, pulling her in and hoisting her up, driving her into the mat with an Awesome Bomb for 1…2…NO!!! Hamada kicks out to the huge shock of the crowd, but none more than Awesome Kong who rises and looks down in disbelief at her opponent. She then stands and with a roar heads over to the corner and as the crowd begin to buzz, heaves her massive form onto the top rope, rising up and flying off with the Awesome Splash…but at the last second Hamada moves!!!! Leaving Kong to clash and burn in the centre of the ring. The ring jumping into the air and shaking violently from the impact! The crowd in a stake of shock at what they have just seen and that the ring is still standing.
Both women lay out of it for a moment as the referee comes in and begins counting 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…Hamada now starts to stir and at 9 she is on her feet. She stumbles back and then turns seeing rising up again and with a cry charges forward and tackles her through the ropes. She then hits the opposite ropes, runs across the ring and down on Kong with the senton plancha! Hamada is the first to rise to big cheers for her efforts as she moves in and grabs Kong, throwing her face first into the ring post and then grabbing her and taking her towards the table, throwing Kong onto it. But as she turns Kong grabs her arm, standing and nailing Hamada with hard shots the whole time, pulling Hamada in and throwing her onto the table. She follows her right up and pulls her in into the powerbomb position, looking out the crowd who cheer back heavily in response. She then reaches down and goes to hoist Hamada up…but Hamada fight her legs down and then with a heave throws Kong over with a back body drop threw the English announce table behind them! Sending JR and King running and the crowd into a frenzy as the table is utterly destroyed.
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT” Chants starts up as the crowd is going crazy for that one.
Eventually Hamada is able to move and roll into the ring breaking the referee’s count.
She then head right back out and grabs Kong, throwing her back into the ring and heading onto the apron. But Kong comes to life, getting onto her feet and running in, hammering into Hamada on the apron. Keeping her there and then joining her on it. The crowd then begins to buzz as Kong grabs her and with a shirt move hoists Hamada up onto her shoulders, turning towards the Spanish announce table now as the crowds buzz begins to build and build and then taking off, driving Hamada down off the apron through the announce table with a powerbomb!
“Holy Sh…!” JR almost says it himself as the chants of those very words start up again even louder.
“This is insane JR! These two women are destroying everything to destroy each other!” King exclaims.
The noise sustains as the two women lay out of it on the table, the referee now counting. 1…2….3….4….5….6….no movement….7….8….Finally Kong starts to move….9…..At the last millisecond Kong makes a dash into the ring and breaks the count, but then rolls straight back out starting the count again to a huge cheer and applause from the crowd.
“What? This is still going! King this is still going!” JR cries out.
Kong now comes in and grabs Hamada, throwing her into the ring and coming in and finally covering for 1….2….NO!!! Hamada kicks! Holy hell Hamada kicks out! The roof blowing off the arena and place going insane.
“Man! This is…my God! How can Hamada still go! The Women’s title is that important to her! It is that important to both women!” JR is shaking his head at ringside.
Kong now is breathing heavily, mightily as she stands. The crowd cheering her on now, cheering both women on. Kong now comes in and lifts Hamada up…but she spring to life hammering into Kong again to massive cheers from the crowd. She then runs into the ropes again, coming in but is hooked by both arms and driven down with the Implant buster for 1…2…3!”
“Here is you winner!” Finkle calls over the noise of the roaring and applauding live audience “and STILL World Wrestling Federation Women’s Champion! Awesome Kong!”
Kong stands as the music play, barely able to stand for once as she gets her hand raised and takes her title. The crowd applauds both women’s amazing efforts tonight as she rises up and looks out at them. Kong holds up her title belt with a roar and then slowly turns, looking over at Hamada who is still trying to move and get up. Kong then nods her head in approval, then turns and marches up the ramp.
“Kong has just been given the challenge of her life and she knows it! She knows it! I think we just saw the respect Hamada has earned from her in this match. Man!” JR calls as Kong heads to the back, Hamada rising in the ring applause as we cut.
Then is ECW title time…
ECW Championship
*Play Dolph/Big Show*
Big Show glares across the ring at his opponent who swallows as he stares right back. Sherri gives him last minute advice, which he nods to and gets focused as she then heads out of the ring. The referee then holds up the title, handing it to the official and calling for the bell.
Show raises his hands into a boxing stance as he comes out the corner, looking at his prey. Ziggler himself shuffles around the ring, trying to keep the giant guessing and avoiding those giant clubs on the end of Show’s arms.
He then stops, and then as Big Show comes it goes for a kick to the gut but Big Show ignores it, grabbing his head with both hand and throwing him back into the corner, hammering away with hard body blows that leave Ziggler crying out in agony after each, his ribs done in. Show then reels back and brings a hard chop down across the chest. He finally let’s go at the referee’s assistance allowing Dolph out of the corner to walk forward in pain, clutching his chest and falling to his knees on the mat. He however gets out of dodge as Show comes in, rolling out of the ring to try and regain his bearing. Sherri now comes in and holds him, rubbing his chest and pep talking in his ear.
“It hurts!” Ziggler yells back at her.
The referee now orders Martel away, Dolph now continuing to clutch his chest as he walks around the ring, until Big Show has enough and comes out after him, grabbing Dolph by the hair and throwing him hard back into the ring. But as Big Show comes into the ring Ziggler takes advantage dropping down as Show enters under the bottom rope and hammering down into him, not letting him up. But Show is able to power bit, grab Ziggler’s head with one hand and head but him down to the mat. Show then brings him up and scoop slams him hard back down. Show then grabs the head of Ziggler and places in on the second rope, choking him there for as the ref counts 1…2...3…4…Finally Show let go, leaving Dolph to fall back to the mat, holding his throat and spluttering. Show then backs Ziggler onto the ropes and wham! Brings down a massive hand across the chest again. Ziggler cries out in pain and slumps back down to the mat.
Show now comes over and places a foot on the chest of Ziggler, stepping over and pressing hard into the chest, and walking over. Ziggler is now writhing in pain on the mat, crying out for mercy. Show now lifts him up by the head and now drives him face first into the turnbuckle, turning back into the corner and again bringing down his hand down for a huge chop across the chest. Reeling back for another…when this time Dolph is able to gets a thumb up into the eye, finally sending show reeling. The crowd boos at the shady tactic.
“Hey! Shut up people! Did you see what that Giant beast was doing to him! Dolph has to even the playing field somehow!” King comments “anyway, no DQ in an ECW title match!”
Show reels back holding his eyes as Dolph regains himself into the corner and then runs forward and kicks away several times to Show’s gut, then nailing a three hard shots that stumble show back, continuing to work away with rights, keeping on the Giant as he hammers him into the ropes. He then runs for the opposite ropes, running in…but is caught by Show’s massive arms and thrown over the top rope to the floor below.
Show now walks forward as the crowd cheer and head out of the ring to follow his prey. He comes out to the black mats and in on Ziggler again now. But he does not realize Ziggler’s hands were under the apron and as he reaches down for him Ziggler swings up a Kendo stick cracking it over Big Show’s head! The crowd reacts with an “oh!” As Show stumbles back and Ziggler stand coming and again thwak! Over the head again with the stick! And again, on the fourth the kendo stick shatter in half on the Giant’s head sending a piece flying off. Ziggler then grabs Show and throws him back into the ring.
Ziggler follows him in and hammers down into his as he stands, but show then straightens up and sends Ziggler down again with a hard hand across the chest.
“Man! What does it take to keep the Giant down?” JR calls.
Show then waits for Ziggler to stand and then runs in again and takes him back down with a closeline. He then picks Dolph up again and throws him hard across the ring into the corner. Big Show now yells out “That’s it!” And heads to the outside, threatening a terrified Sherri off and then going under the ring and pulling out a steel chair, sliding it into the ring. Meanwhile however he hasn’t noticed that Ziggler is busy undoing the top turnbuckle pad in his corner, finishing as Big Show now comes in swinging the chair. At the last second Ziggler moves and with all his might show brings the chair down around the exposed metal, sending the chair flying back into his face. Show drops it and stumbles back, Dolph now coming and grabbing the head of Big Show and driving it down into the exposed turn buckle. Show however again just stumbles back, Ziggler again though drops back, runs in and nails the Zigzag! Covering for 1…2….NO!!! The crowd explodes as Big Show gets his shoulder up.
Ziggler slams the mat in frustration and stands, yelling out something and then going over and grabbing the steel chair, turning and coming in with it…but out of nowhere show springs to life and grabs his massive hand around the neck of Ziggler with clenches teeth. He then hoists him up and drives him down with the Chokeslam for 1…2…NO!! The crowd stands, reacting and them booing as Wade Barrett enters the ring and drives a lead pipe down across the back of the head of the Big Show.
The crowd boos heavily as Wade rolls out of the ring and joins Sherri at ringside. Ziggler is still out of it for a few moments but then starts to stir, hearing the yelling from Sherri and Wade at ringside and them slumps and hand over Show for 1…2…NO!!! The crowd goes nuts as Show kicks out again. Barrett holds his head and curses as Sherri yells for Dolph to get up
Ziggler now rises up groggily and comes in. But as Show is rises in comes The Miz nows, bringing the chair across with his foot, hooking show and then driving him into the chair with the SCF!
The boos are now thunderous as Miz joins his partner at ringside. Ziggler now comes in and lifts show up, throwing him into the exposed turnbuckle again and on the rebound again hitting the Zigzag for 1…2…3!!!
The boos and jeers reign down from the pissed crowd as another Champion has been screwed.
“Here is your winner and NEW ECW Champion! Dolph Ziggler!” Massive boos in response.
Ziggler is now handed the title belt by the referee, he is still groggy but smiles and takes it from him with glee, holding it up high.
“Damit! That is the second Champion the Company have screwed here tonight! I know this was no DQ. But it seems all the Company’s matches are no DQ! This is not right!”
Ziggler is now joined by the Nexus and Sherri, holding up his prize as all have big grins on their faces again. But they soon vanish as even after all that Big Show starts to stir. The Company bail in terror, running up the ramp and by time the seething giant has risen to see where he is they are up the aisle. Ziggler holding up the ECW title with one last victory jump and then all run to the back as the Big Show cries out in rage and gives chase.
“Well, the Company has pissed off a Giant. Big Show will not let this go that’s for sure” JR calls as we fade to a video promo.
When we come back from the promo for No Mercy it’s time for our Semi Main Event:
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Post by Valdora on Sept 5, 2011 21:42:09 GMT
IC Championship: No Holds Barred
*Play Jake/Liger*
Jake sits in the corner with the Snake in his hands, H on the outside “his other pet” JR scoffs. Roberts sits there as he watches Liger enter the ring with Dusty by his side to the cheering crowd going nuts for the now 13 month reigning Intercontinental Champion. The Snakes follows Liger with his eyes from the corner as he removes his cape and hands it to the Dusty, who leaves with a few last moment words. Liger then unhooks the title belt, looking across the ring and into the corner, into Jake’s eyes as he stares right back, Liger handing the belt to the referee. The referee takes it and holds it up, before handing it to the timekeeper, coming forward and calling for the bell.
Jake brings his arms up to grab the top rope now and pulls himself up, placing his snake back in the bag and pushing into H’s safe keeping before turning and walking slowly, methodically to meet Liger in the centre of the ring. The two circle each other, Jake grinning slyly as he follows Liger with his eyes still. Both them stop and Jake calls over “tonight. I finally see it. See him.” Liger flicks his hair back and sighs, slapping himself and continuing to circle with his arms outstretched, the Snake doing the same.
“This feud began back in June” JR calls “when Jake Roberts attacked Dusty Rhodes at the King of the Ring. It was then two months of psychological warfare until last month at Summerslam. Liger defeated Jake Roberts and his plans on that night…”
Both men now lock up, Liger at once hooking the head and locking in a standing side headlock, wrenching it in.
“But on that night Roberts did not take every advantage to win that title. He made his plans clear that he wants to cause head trauma to the extended that Jushin Liger becomes Kishin Liger and then pledges allegiance to him and literally hands Jake the title by letting him beat him.”
Jake now reverses into a standing side headlock of his own.
“He did not succeed at Summerslam. But now with no rules he says he will DDT Liger on concrete, on anything that he can to open Pandora’s box here tonight in an effort to control it. Folks it had all come to this.”
Liger now reverses into a hammer lock, Jake bringing hand up and taking Liger over with a snapmare into a chin lock postion...but instead of locking it in, he backs off with a sick smile. Liger turns and looks at him in confusion, then stands and turns back to face him. The two circling each other again with Liger a little more unerved. Roberts being more and more sly on unpredictable. Both then now hit the ropes on opposite side, both coming in with their fists raised and stopping in their tracks, staring each other down again.
Jake now comes in and ducks under the strike attempt, grabbing the arm and going under, wrenching on it and locking an arm lock, until Liger grabs the back of his head and takes him down to the mat with it, both men keeping the arm locked as Jake stands from it, another yank sending the head to the mat and again Jake ries, still with the arm lock applied. Both men then break, circle for a moment and then lock up again, Roberts now dropping back with an arm drag that sends Liger rolling back and then running and nailing the Liger wheel kick for a quick 2 count. Liger now lifts him again and now applies a side headlock, taking him over into a headlock on the mat, then changing postions and locking in a head scissors. Jake manages to pry the legs apart and stand, Liger hitting the ropes but being taken over with another arm drag take over. Liger stands from that again and turns coming, but is now locked in a side headlock of Jake's own. Jake now drops drop and locks in a headlock on the mat now, trying to out wrestle Liger it seems. Liger now throws him off and down to the mat, standing and going for a standing senton but Jake moves and stands, lifting Liger up and hooking him for the DDT...but Jushin pushes right back out of it. Roberts grins as he backs off. Both men then ready to come in again.
Liger now charges forward and slams into Jake's chest with a hard palm strike, and another and another, Liger beating Jake back across the ring with hard palm strikes to the chest, backing him into the corner now and then working away with hard palm strikes into the corner now, beating Jake down, taking out all his rage as the strikes get faster and harder, more quick in pace as he beats Roberts silly in the corner with them, then grabbing the arm and Irish whipping him across the ring, but Jake puts on the breaks and sends Liger across the ring into the corner, running in, but at the last second Liger uses the ropes to pull himself verticle, feet towards Roberts as he runs face first into them. Liger then heads right to the top rope and flies off with the diving Thez press into a pin for 1...2...NO!
Liger now stand, pulling Roberts up by the head and driving him down into the corner and then taking him over with a snap suplex to the mat into a quick cover for another 2 count. Liger now backs off into the ropes running and nailing a jumping knee lift right down into the head for another quick 2. Liger now grabs the legs of Robert's turning him over, dropping back and locking in the Mexican surfboard! Robert shakes his head at the referee but cries out in pain, all his limbs pulled, his back streched, there seemed no way out of it, but he resfuses to give up, then rolls over and is able to free one arm to grab the bottom rope to break the excruciating hold. Liger now grabs Roberts and pulls him up but Roberts comes to life, hammers away on the gut of Liger with right hands and then an uppercut sending him away, Liger however runs right back in and takes him down with a shinning wizard into a cover for 1...2...NO!
Liger now lifts Jake off the mat again, but Jake again fires back, some fire in the Snake as he hammers back running in a driving a running knee up into the masked face of the Champion, dropping down but again not going for the cover.
Roberts now lifts up Liger and sets him up and finally drives him into the mat with a DDT. Covering for...no he thinks twice, standing and shaking his finger at the referee, then at the crowd.
"Oh no, I will see him" Jake barks and then heads to the outside, going over the timekeeper's table and folding up and steel chair, heading into the ring with. He then drops it to the mat, grabs the rising Liger and signals for the DDT as everyone in the arena stands...but a the last second Liger reverses it into a fisherman suplex with a bridge for 1...2...NO!
Liger now stands and hammers Roberts back down, then kicking his head off to keep him down. Thunder then spots the chair and goes over grabbing it and standing, turning and swinging with it...but Jake moves out the way, grabs Liger's head and drives him into the mat with a second DDT! But againd doesn't cover.
Instead he rises up and lifts Liger's head off the mat, bringing his hand up and raking, pulling at one of the masks eyes holes, Liger struggles trying to push him off, but Roberts reels back and strikes him back down, then goes back to work. We then can see the stitched giving way, And finally with one final shot and one final yank the right eye of the mask is ripped out, taking a portion of the cheek and forhead with it. Jake stands with a grin of sick satisfaction, loud boos greeting him as he holds the piece of the mask in his hand and looks down at it with a grin. He then looks up, out at the crowd and says "I want to look into his eyes. Then I will know" before then throwing the piece of material into the crowd. On the outside of the ring H is clapping, Dusty with his hands on his head and yelling for Liger to get up. When Jushin does rise we can see a part of his face exposed around the ripped eye hole, his right eye now also obviously totally visable. We can also see some of the Kishin Liger make up on the exposed face. Symbolism perhaps of the mask being ripped away and the monster below being revealed.
Jake now walks over and boots Liger in the face to keep him down, he then goes over and starts to undo one of the top turnbuckles, finally removing it and then with a smile throwing it away and pushing past the referee to come in on Liger again, grabbing him by his hair to stand and pulling his face to his to so he can look directly in his eye. He then yells out "not yet" and then runs over and drives Liger's face down into the exposed turnbuckle. He then comes in, pulls Liger up and checks the eye again, and again shakes his head and walks away in dissapointment, letting Liger slump the mat. Roberts now goes over and grabs the steel chair, turning back to Liger...but Liger is already up! He runs and hits a Liger kick sending the chair back into Jake's face to a huge pop. Jake falls to the mat, as does Liger as the crowd now clap and scream Liger on to get up.
Finally he does, using the ropes to pull himself up, he then sees Roberts rising on the ropes and runs in for him, but Jake sees him and ducks, sending Liger over the top rope to the floor way below. Roberts then takes a moment walking forward, he then turns and comes out of the ring as well. He then starts to put his plan into the action, the sames as Ricky Steamboat he goes over and pulls one of the black protective mats back as the crowd stand and start to buzz with anticipation. He then comes over and grabs Liger up by the head setting him up and looking out at the screaming crowd, giving a grin and then going to drop back...when Liger springs to life and runs forward driving Robert's back first into the security walls. Jake cries out now, holding his back and falls to the concrete in pain.
Liger now rises up and heads into the ring, waiting for Roberts to stir and then running the length of the ring up and over and diving over the top rope down onto Robert's taking him out onto the the floor with a senton! The crowd now errupt in chants of "Liger! Liger! Liger!" As both men again lay out on the floor.
Liger is then the first to rise and come in on the Snake who is pushing himself up on the ring apron, Liger now comes in and hammers into him with a hard shot, Jake fires back with one of his own. Liger, Jake, Liger, Jake. Back and forth the hard fist blows go until Robert's kicks Liger in the gut and Irish whips him across and into the ring steps taking the top level out with him. Roberts now comes in, grabbing the top set of stairs and driving them down into Liger's head. The crowd winces as Liger calls out and then rolls away in pain. When we see his head again we can now see that Liger is busted open just over his eyebrow where the rip of the mask stops, the blood pouring down his eye now. Jake now pulls Liger up by the head again with a sneer and kicking the top layer of steps aside, pulls Liger up onto the bottom ones.
"Oh no! This might do it!" JR calls.
Roberts calls for it, goes for it...but at the last second Liger reverses it into a half gutwrench suplex, half backdrop, sending Jake over head and down back first onto the side of the top level stairs. We hear Jake's bck crack as he cries out "Jesus!" And rolls away, kicking and screaming out as he holds his back. The crowd now on their feet yelling and chanting for Liger again, willing him back onto his feet and finally he does, wiping the blood away with his sleeve and then coming in on Robert's again, grabbing his head and throwing him into the ring, following him in. He then picks Jake up, hammers int him a few more times then pulls him in, lifts him and nails the Liger Bomb for 1...2....NO!!! H comes in and breaks up, beating away on Liger to loud boos. When from the side now comes Dusty taking H down with three bionic elbows to a massive cheer from the crowd.
He then turns to Liger and pulls him up and towards Roberts. But the Snake comes to life hammering them both away. Liger falls to the mat as Jake goes in on Dusty, boots him in the gut and drives him down with the DDT!
Jake now stands from that and turns as H is now back up and running in for Liger, but Liger grabs the steel chair from the floor and swings it, taking H's head off coming to a huge pop. Roberts now runs in and wham! Gets his head taken off with the chair as well.
"Well...he wanted head trauma" JR sighs.
Liger now throws the chair to the mat and comes in covering for 1...2...NO!! Roberts just gets the shoulder up, much the shock of the crowd, Liger falling away holding his head in disbelief himself.
Both men lay out of it for a moment, but then Liger stands and and now heads to the apron, and then up to the top rope, rising up. But Jake is now back up again, grabbing the chair and throwing it across the ring to strike Liger in the head on the corner, leaving him to fall down and perch himself out of it. Jake then comes in and grabs Liger, throwing him off to the canvas.
"Man Robert's focus is the head. It has been the head all match for what he said and that right there may have done it!" JR yells as Roberts now comes in, lifting Liger's head off the mat and looking into his exposed eye again. And showing nothing but anger and fustration, obviously not what he was looking for.
Jake stands in anger, backs off, runs in and nails a fist drop down onto Liger's head, sending the blood pouring again. He then baseball slides Liger sending him rolling out to the floor where the exposed mat is.
"Oh no. Here we go again" JR comments as Jake slides out to floor and comes in.
He then grabs Liger, hammers him a few more times to make sure, sets him up and this time waists no time in DDTing him down on the hard concrete floor! Jake now slowly rises with an evil smile on his face to boos. He then goes over and slowly, methodically drops down and lifts Liger's head up to look into now glazed over eye. The smile however is wiped off his face to be replaced by rage and fustration as never before. He yells out in anger and pulls Liger's lifeless body up, throwing it like a sack off potatoes into the ring, pushing it in and following in himself.
"Obviously the change just isn't happening" JR comments "will anything be enough?"
Jake now pulls Ligers up, he face red with anger and he pulls him over and DDTs him down onto the steel chair!
"Oh my God! Someone has to stop this! He'll kill him!" JR calls out.
Roberts now comes in, totally fatigued and beat up as he drops down and turns Liger over, leaning down to look into the eye...and smiling. The crowd begin to buzz, some booing as Jake rises up laughing evily, histerically and then calling out "Looks whose come to play."
He then turns and gestures with both hands for Liger to rise him, yelling at him to do so. Finally after a few moment's Liger begins to stir. Roberts grinning as he looks down at him, watching him push off the mat and start to rise. Obviously happy that his work is done. Finally Liger gets to stand on his own two feet, wobbling back a bit but then standing. The camera now zooms in on the exposed eye as he shots up to look at Roberts. Jake nods and calls for him, telling him to remove the mask "you don't need that anymore. You're mine now. You understand? You can stay in control but you're mine."
Liger now reaches up and begins to untie the mask just like at Summerslam, but unlike at Summerslam there is nothing beneath his time. Nothing good anyway. Finally he finishes, Roberts watching him with a broad grin and nodding as he looks at him. Liger then reaches up and pulls off the mask to reveal Kishin Liger! The crowd react mixed but loudly. camera flashing as Jake moves in and gestures for Kishin to lay on the mat. Kishin grins back, nodding and going to drop back.....then stopping. The smile dissapears as Jake looks on in confusion, the broad evil grin now returning to Kishins face. He then heaves back and spits black posion mist into Jake's face, sending him falling back holding his face blind, the crowd blowing the roof off with a huge cheer. Kishin's face then turns to pure rage and he runs in, hammering with rights and lefts, furiously, brutally beating him back into the corner.
"He can't control it!" JR calls.
Once in the corner he heaves him up to perche on the top rope, climbing up to the second rope and grabbing the head, heaving him up for the top rope brainbuster...but then turning it around and driving Jaker down onto the exposed ring post with the brainbuster!!!! The crowd jump up as one, the reaction that of shock and awe as Robert's falls lifeless to the mat.
"Oh my God! Roberts may be dead!" JR yells in disbelief. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Chants sound out now, rumbling the arena.
Meanwhile Kishin has stayed on the ropes, looking back at the lifeless Snake on the mat over his shoulder with a smile of sick satisfaction. He then pulls himself up onto the top and with a mighty cry flies off and down onto Roberts with a splash for 1...2...3!!!
The crowd explode as Kishin's music plays and he rises, the referee coming in with the title to raise his hand but getting thrown back. Kishin storming around the ring in a fit and then going back for Jake again, but he is stopped...by Dusty who is back. Dusty then reaches down into a bag in his hand and pulls out a spare Jushin mask. At first Kishin resists, pulling away and refusing to put it on. But Dusty comes foward and insists. Finally Liger takes it and puts the mask back on, calming back into the Jushin personality. Pandora's box seeled again. Jushin sighs, calming himself and then nods to Dusty, then being handed his title belt and allowing his hand to be raised. Jushin's music now kicking in.
"Here is you winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion! Jushin "Thunder" Liger!" The crowd explode in appaulse.
Liger then celebrates with the fans holding the title up and then heading out of the ring, leaving Jake laying as the EMT's arrive and load the Snake onto a strecher.
"Finally Liger has settled his inner demon. Finally we know. This saga is behind and we know. Jushin can control Kishin and he is still your Intercontinental Champion!" JR calls as we cut.
Main Event
*Play entrances/announcing*
AJ removes his entrance attire. Jericho nodding to Cornette who leaves the ring after a last few words of encouragement. AJ then unhooks the title belt from his waist and hands it to the referee, he takes it and moves over showing Chris the belt and then raising it to all to see before calling for the bell.
Both men move in slowly going nose to nose. Jericho then begins trash talking, AJ simply nodding and responding with a few unheard words before the referee backs them both off from each other. Jericho reels back for a moment and then explodes into AJ with closed fists to the head, taking Styles down and then bringing his leg up for the ensurguri as AJ is on his knees, watching as he falls back to the mat. “That’s it! Keep on him!” Cornette can be heard at ringside. Jericho lifts AJ up off the mat and then goes behind, hooking in a rear waste lock and lifting AJ high off of the mat but Styles brings him feet down. Jericho responds by chopping at the legs and tackling him down, going for the walls but AJ kicking around out of it but Jericho is able to run in and grab the waist lock again and roll AJ over, however AJ rolls through back onto his feet and pushes up, standing both of them and grabbing the top rope for the break. Jericho however keeps the hold locked on until the ref reaches 4 in his count. That gets some boos as he backs off.
Both men then lock up again and begin clawing and struggling for the advantage until AJ is able to take Jericho down with the side headlock. As Chris is in the hold on the mat he brings up his hand and begins pulling on AJ’s hair. The ref admonishes him and breaks it physically. AJ does not alter, keeping the side headlock applied. Jericho however is able to power out of it and back onto his feet. Both men go for each other again locking up with palms, struggling against each other until Jericho kicks at the leg and takes HBK down to the mat and covering for a quick 1 count. They stand and now now Chris takes AJ over with the side headlock takedown, locking it in. Styles is then able to power onto his feet, trying to twists the arms but then quickly grabs the waist lock again. Jericho reverses that into a waist lock of his own. Jericho responds to that with a hard elbow to the face of Styles then hits the rope and rebound off, jumping and colliding with a spinning back elbow to the head of Styles taking him down hard. He then hits the side ropes but AJ begins to rise, Jericho sees this and jumps over him, hitting the opposite ropes and coming in again but is caught with a hard hip toss, AJ keeping hold of the arm as he stands and then locks in a scissoring arm lock on the mat.
Jericho is in the hold only for a few moment before he is able to roll back over the arm and onto his feet, reacting promptly, dropping down and locking a rear butterfly lock. AJ struggles in the hold but is then able to break it, kicking his foot up onto the bottom rope. AJ stands and comes in, lifting his leg for a hard roundhouse kick but Danielson ducks underneath, grabs him behind drives AJ down with the back suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho comes in, lifting AJ off the mat but AJ quickly fires back with hard chops to the chest, several of them before grabbing the arm and shooting Jericho off the ropes, running in himself and flying with the flying closeline but Y2J side steps it and grabs him by the head, throwing him towards and over the ropes. But as AJ goes over he is able to grab the top rope and skin the cat back into the ring. Jericho has not noticed this turning around right into AJ who grabs him, hooking the head and the leg and hitting the Leg hook Saito suplex. Bridging cover for 1…2…NO!
They both rise up again, AJ with the advantage and nailing into Bryan with hard chops to the chest, backing him into the corner and then mounting him for the punches. 1…2…3….4…5…6 At 7 Jericho blocks it, he then grabs AJ’s thighs and walks forwards in a powerbomb position before dropping back, driving AJ face first into the top turnbuckle. The crowd reacts to that painful looking move. Jaw meeting steel and light padding. Jericho stands with a smile at what he has done in then grabs AJs legs, pulling him into the centre of the ring and applying the Indian death lock. AJ struggles hard in the hold for a few moments but is then able to grab the bottom rope. Jericho lifts AJ up again, under hooking both arms and lifting him up for the double underhook suplex but as he is spun over AJ rolls over, sitting on Jericho’s shoulders and hitting a victory roll for 1…2…NO!
Both men stand and come for each other again, AJ again delivers a hard chop to the now red chest of Jericho. He then reels back and strikes him Chris in the chest over and over with straight roundhouse kicks. Jericho though then responds by grabbing HBK’s head and delivering a standing dropkick, taking him down. Cover for 2. He then picks AJ up by the arms, driving him over his knee with a double underhook suplex into a backbreaker Cover for 1…2…NO!
He then picks him up and sets him up for a suplex but it is reversed, AJ landing on his feet, hooking the head and driving Jericho down with a reverse DDT. Both men eventually stand go for each other again, this time Jericho runs in and nails the spinning wheel kick for 2. He then runs for the ropes, running and nailing the one handed bulldog for 1…2…NO! Both stand, Jericho running and again and is hooked in a hurrincanra and sent flying overhead. Jericho rolls through back onto his feet and as AJ turns runs for the rope up onto the seond and flying off with the diving European uppercut. Cover for 1…2…NO!
Jericho picks AJ up by the arm and whips him into the rope, running in for the follow up but AJ runs up the turnbuckle and flies off with a moonsault down onto Jericho. Pinning him for 1…2…NO!
Both men get up again AJ taking Jericho over with a snapmare then hitting the ropes but Y2J stands he grabs HBK, kicking him in the gut and then whipping him hard chest first into the turnbuckle and catching him on the rebound with a dropkick that sends him back into the corner. Then as he stumbles out of it Jericho runs up onto the top rope and flies off with the his springboard dropkick. Cover for 1…2…NO! AJ kicks out again.
Jericho stands stomping angrily at Shawn on the mat and then dragging him to the centre of the ring. He then heads to the ring apron and up onto the top rope, rising up and signaling for the end. He then flies off with a missle dropkick but at the last second HBKside steps it and sends him down into the mat, he then grabs him and takes him over with gutwrench suplex for 1...2...NO!
AJ back off and now runs in again, right into a quick arm drag take down. AJ however rolls out of it and stands, coming in again and beging taken over with a hip toss. Both men stand and go at each other again, this time AJ runs for ropes, up onto the second and vaults off with a dropkick to Chris that sends him staggering back towards the ropes.He then comes charging in with a closeline but Jericho moves out the way and sends AJ flying over the top rope to the floor head first.
AJ shakes it off after a moment, standing up onto the ring apron when incomes Chris, dropping back for a dropkick but AJ swats him away and down. Waiting for him to stand before vaulting up onto the top rope and down onto Chris, over his body with a sunset flip for 1…2...NO! AJ is now in control picking Christian up and taking him over with a snapmare, hitting the ropes for a dropkick but Chris stands and counters, grabbing his head and driving it down with a flashback. Cover for 2.
Jericho now comes in grabbing the waist and going behind and hooking him, But AJ power out with a pelvic thrust and then move forward a but before back flipping back and nailing Y2J with a straight kick to the head. That gets a massive cheer from the crowd. Cover or 1...2...NO! That was close!
AJ stands grabbing Chris and takes him down with a closeline, hitting the ropes and coming in but Jericho stands, leapfrogging over him coming in and hits the other side ropes. Both men meet in the centre of the ring and take each other down with double closelines. They lay there for a moment as the refs count, the crowd clapping them to get up. Finally both men are once again on their feet and bam! Pele kick, but Jericho counters it, grabbing the leg, pulling him in and nailing the one handed bulldog again, this time running for the ropes and hitting the Lionsault for 1...2....NO!!! AJ just kicks out!
Jericho stands out of breath, coming in an grabbing AJ by the head but he stands he comes to life again nailing Chris in the gut and then setting him up for the Styles clash. Jericho however reverses it into a back body drop, but AJ lands on his feet, jumping over onto Y2J, pinning him to the mat for 1…2...NO!
Jericho powers out of that and stands, grabbing AJ legs and dropping back for the slingshot, sending him flying towards the corner ring post but AJ is able to land with his feet on the second turnbuckle and jump off with a moonsault, going over Christian and turning in on the way down into a reverse DDT for 1…2…NO!
The crowd explode in cheers as both men lay out of it on the mat. Finally both men are once again up and come in, trading right hands back and forth to "boo! Yeah! boo! Yeah!" In Styles favoure as the blow go back and forth. Until Jericho is able to blow one, grab the legs and throw Styles into the mat, going for the Walls again but again AJ is able to kick him off. Jericho comes in, hammers into AJ and then picks him up and with a heave places him between his legs, hoisting him up for a powerbomb but AJ 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 AJ but Styles is able to leapfrog over him, waiting for Jericho to hit the ropes and then catches him coming in with a belly to belly suplex. Cover for 2.
Jericho stands but is at once caught with the dropkick and sent to the outside. Jericho backs off , holding his back, but then runs up onto the apron. AJ however 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. AJ turns and goes for a closeline but Jericho ducks underneath it, rises and begins nailing with straight shin kicks to Liger’s gut, finish up with a spinning back kick to the head that sends AJ back into the ropes, the ropes holding him up.
Jericho then grabs AJ 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 AJ’s head hanging from the ropes and leaves him to fall forward to mat. Cover for 1...2...NO!
Jericho then decides he has had enough, crying out as he places AJ between his legs, hoist him up and drives him down with the powerbomb. Covering for 1…2…NO! AJ just gets the shoulder up!
Jericho now grabs AJ, picking him up and setting him up for the codebreaker, but at the last second AJ reverses it, hooks him and drives Jericho down with the Styles Clash for 1...2....NO!!! The Miz drives his Money in the Bank breifcase into the back of the head. Loud boos sound out and the referee goes to call for the bell...but there is Shane Mcmahon again just like ealier standing infront of the time keeper, arms folded and shaking his head. This referee much like the last has no choice but return to match.
"Oh come on! Not this again dammit! No! This is the WWF title! No!" JR yells.
Jericho now rises up and grabs AJ up, placing him on his legs and dropping back for the Codebreaker for 1...2....NO!!! The crowd explodes as AJ kicks out. Jericho slams into the mat in fustration, having a tantrum as he stands. But then here comes Barrett lifing AJ up and driving him into the mat with the Waste land. Jericho then yells for Cornette to get him the belt. Cornette nods, snatching it from the timekeeper and throws it to him. Jericho turns, sneering and yelling for Nexus to pick him up. They do holding AJ up as Jericho runs in and takes his head off with the WWF title belt! Then just for good measure Dolph Ziggler runs into the ring, pulls AJ up and nails the zigzag.
The boos are thunderous as the Company stand over the lifeless Champion.
"I can't watch this" JR yells "this is a disgrace to the WWF title!"
Jericho now walks forward as the group head to the outside, a grin on his face as he comes in and kicks away at the head of AJ mockily. He then picks him up, grabbing the WWF title and placing it between his legs and AJ's head. Dropping back and nailing and title belt codebreaker. He grins, whipping his hands as he comes in and covers for 1....."Oh God no. Someone get out here!" 2..... "Not like this! AJ's reign! No!" 3!!!!
The boos are thunderous, rumbling the arena as now trash is beginning to be thrown as Jericho's music kicks in.
"There fans are pissed off! And I don't blame them! So I am!" JR yells over the defeaning boos.
"Here is you winner" Finkle calls over the noise, trash now filling the ring "and NEW World Wrestling Federation Champion! Chris Jericho!"
The Company now gather in the ring, all with title belts, but none more important than the one in Jericho's hands as he rises. They all jump up and celebrate, leapin around the ring for joy.
"Well they did it! Dammit they did it! There plan worked! They screwed AJ out of the WWF title! Plain and simple! God Dam..." We hear the noise of JR throwing his headset off in anger.
Barrett now hoists Jericho up onto his shoulders, parading him around the ring as he hold the World title up high. Trash hitting him, hitting them all as it fill the ring from the almost rioting crowd. But they just shake it off, a grin on his face, all the company smiling with him, pointing to him. He is the man, he is their man.
"Well...wow. Everyone....goodnight from LA" King finishes up.
With that we see the Company parting in the ring, AJ buried under the trash filling the ring, the boos defeaning as the show fades to black.
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