Post by Valdora on Dec 25, 2012 2:58:20 GMT
The World Wrestling Federation Presents
SATURDAY NIGHT’S
MAIN EVENT
22.12.12
Live from: St Louis Missouri
The pyro explodes off the ramp, the lights come and the Pittsburg crowd goes wild.
“Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to Saturday Night’s Main Event! We are live on network Television for the first time in five years! We are live on NBC to bring you a Pay Per View quality show for free! Jim Ross alongside Jerry “The King” Lawler! And King, what a lineup we have tonight.”
“Oh it’s nuts JR! Three big title matches including the WWF Tag Team Titles and the WWF Championship! All for free! Don’t say we don’t give you anything people…”
“Well King, with that said we can’t talk all night. Let’s get this night going with the X Division Championship! Two former best friends and tag team partners, 1 title and 2 out of 3 falls!”
X Division Championship: 2 out 3 Falls
We now see Howard Finkle standing in the middle of the ring as the bell rings. Here we go.
*Play Sabin and Shelly*
Sabin surrenders the title to the official, not taking his eyes off his former partner and current challenger. Shelly for his part glaring back with narrow eyes from his corner. Sabin sighs and let’s go of the belt, giving it one last glance as the referee takes it over and shows it to Alex. Alex nods, touching the title he held only a month ago and letting the ref take it to the middle of the ring and hold it up for all to see. He then hands it out, gets between the two who are staring dagger at each other, coming out of their corners, the official ringing the bell.
The two come forward, both reeling back like they are gonna nail each other and go right back to their recent brawling…but stop, both exhaling and just glaring at each other a moment and then relax. Sabin nodding, Alex nodding back. The crowd clapping as they circle each other now and then launch forward into a collar and elbow tie up.
“Great to see that, these two have so much hatred built up, so much emotion over the last two months events. But they are deciding to do this the right way, leave their emotion backstage and wrestle this thing” JR calls as they push against each other in the lock up.
“Yeah, but how long will it last?” King asks “besides, we are gonna see plenty of that later.”
Shelly then grabbing the arm and twisting it into a overhand wrist lock, twisting it some more back into it, Sabin wincing in pain and then is able to roll over the arm twice and then stand and then turn into a wrist lock of his own, Shelly able to get into the ropes to break it. Sabin backs off and let’s Shelly reenter the ring. They circle each other again, obviously pacing themselves and then go into the hand to hand tie up now, and then launching their shoulders forward into each other, jocking for position like bulls. Shelly goes behind right into the rear waist lock. Sabin though grabbing the arms, but Shelly keeps hold of one and swings that around into a standing wrist lock again, Sabin rolling over it to stand again but this time Alex pulls him up onto his feet and locks in a shoulder claw with the arm lock still applied. He then twists behind to go for a wait lock again, Sabin spinning back out of it, Shelly at once grabbing the head and forcing Sabin into a front face lock. Sabin then grabs the arm and twists out of it now turning into in a hammer lock. Alex twisting out of that, but Sabin keeping hold of the arm in a double wrist clutch and sweeping the legs, bringing down his knee into the shoulder as he pulls it on. Sabin wretches in the hold on the mat, Shelly though manages to get back onto his feet, but Sabin goes under and turns it into a wrist lock again, stomping to wrench down on the arm. Shelly is in the hold for a few moments but is then again to roll over again turning it into a wrist lock of his own again now and then turning that into a hammer lock. Sabin trying to spin to reverse it but Shelly drops down and hooks the leg, sweeping Sabin back first to the mat and then going for a leg lock, but Sabin twists over on the mat to try and kick him off, to no avail, Shelly keeping hold of the leg in almost an ankle lock now and then dropping down to his knees and locks in a modified single leg Boston crab, driving the point of the knee into the back of Sabin’s knee joint, then crossing the legs over, hooking them with his own leg and then dropping back to lock in a figure four leg lock! Sabin crying out in the pain, holding his head and shaking it at the referee as Shelly slaps the leg and wrenches back on the classic hold tighter. Sabin then able to force up to a seated position in the lock and grab Shelly’s legs, forcing them apart and then using the leg to twist Shelly onto his belly and then mount him, hooking him in a reverse body scissors and rolling over with it, pulling Shelly onto his back now and wrenching in the vice around the ribs there as he now grabs a rear chin lock, pulling back on both as Alex now cries out in pain. Shelly is now able to force out of the chin lock and then try and sit up in the body scissors, now trying to pry the legs apart, manages to do so and then turns it into a leg lock of his own in the kneeling position. Sabin then tries to twist over out of it but Shelly keeps it going and rolls him over onto his back and then pulls Sabin’s head up into the DDT position rear headlock lock now and pulling Sabin to stand in it. Sabin though as he does grabs the arm and spins out of the headlock with it and grabbing a standing side headlock now. Shelly drops to a knee for a moment but then gets back onto his feet and backs Sabin into the ropes, shooting him off and dropping down to his belly to let him run over, but as soon as he does Sabin cartwheels to stand and runs in on the standing Shelly, Shelly side stepping him and sending him into the ropes, Sabin though leaping up onto the second rope and spin boarding off into a springboard deep arm drag, throwing Shelly over to the mat. The fans cheer and applaud for that one as both men stand. Shelly now runs in for Sabin but Sabin now sends Shelly into the ropes the same way, leapfrogging over him as he comes in, Shelly though dropping down and jumping right up as Sabin lands and locks in a rear waist lock, Sabin though elbowing out of it for the first strike of the match then runs the ropes and comes in, Shelly though side stepping him and sending him over with a deep arm drag, but as they hit the mat Sabin turns that into a grounded head scissors, Shelly kipping out the that. Both men standing and turning to each other, Sabin running in , Shelly sweeping the legs and then grabbing the leg and throwing him over to stand with it, Sabin grabbing the leg on the way over to send Shelly back first to the mat and jumping over for cover for a quick 1 count. Both men now stand and turn to each other in a ready stance and finally break away to a huge erupting of applause and approval from the appreciative fans.
They take a moment for a breather and then come in again. They now come in and now Shelly nods to Sabin as he holds his hand up, Sabin coming up to meet him in the hand to hand lock up, then bringing up the other arm to lock them up as well, now driving their shoulders into each other as the push in on the hold, jocking like bulls for the position again here against the other. They then loosen up but with their hands still locked and then Shelly brings up a kick to the thigh, Sabin answers back with one his own, Shelly again, Sabin, back and forth the kicks to the legs go, Sabin faking out Shelly with one as they break and then jabbing him hard in the face.
“Oh boy, here we go baby. It’s breaking down! This is what we wanted to see” King exclaims.
“This is what you wanted maybe” JR scoffs.
Sabin does it again, Shelly manages to get into a defensive stance to block then somewhat now, Sabin then running to the ropes but Alex is right behind him as he backs into the ropes Shelly is there to meet him with a hard running elbow to the chops, then runs the rings and hits the opposite ropes, running in but Sabin running after him and meeting him in the ropes now with a running knee to the gut in the ropes. Sabin then grabbing the arm and twisting Shelly over, But Shelly rolling right back onto his feet, Chris though running in and over him into a sunset flip, but Shelly rolling back out of that onto his feet and swinging with a roundhouse kick to the seated Sabin, who though drops down to duck it and then grab the leg of the spinning Shelly from behind and rolls him up for 1! Both men at once stand again, Sabin hitting a back kick to the gut and then backing off and nailing a hard dropkick to the head of the bent over Shelly taking him down! Sabin now pumps his fist to the cheering crowd and then comes in, pulling Shelly up into a vertical suplex position now, but turning it into a modified leg hooking octopus stretch! Dropping down with it, Shelly’s left arm trapped in the arm lock over him as he brings up the leg and hooks it over Shelly’s head, pulling back on it. Shelly cries out in the impressive hold that no one knows quite what to call but still refuses to give it in. Eventually after a few moments is able to do the only he can and that is to extend his leg and places it on the bottom rope to force the break. Sabin now pulls Shelly up onto his feet by the head and runs it with it, driving it into the top turnbuckle, letting him feel it and then placing him back into the corner and hooking the arm and Irish whipping him back first into the opposite corner, running in but Shelly is able to drop down as he does, using him momentum to send him over the ring post with a back body drop, but Sabin able to use the top rope to swing around and land feet first on the apron then go to springboard up but Shelly nails him with a hard shot that sends him tumbling hard to the floor below to a massive “Oh!” From the crowd. Sabin rises, but Shelly is right there and vaults up and over the top rope with a springboard cross body plancha, but Sabin sees this and slides back into the ring, Shelly going over and just able to land cat like on the black mats below. Shelly stands then looks up into the ring as Sabin runs the ropes, the ring and then leaps down onto him with a suicide dive! The crowd erupts in reaction and applause as both Guns lay out of it on the mats.
Finally both men rise and now Sabin grabs Shelly’s head and rolls him back into the ring, stands onto the ring apron and pulling Shelly in into a vertical suplex position over the ropes now, the crowd beginning to buzz as Chris goes to heave him up but Shelly blocks it, keeping his feet on the mat. Both men struggling against each other in position over the top rope and then finally break, Sabin grabbing the head and nailing several rabid forearm shots to the head, then swings his head in between the top and second rope but Shelly is up and catches him through the ropes with a hard clubbing blow, then a straight kick to the arm, Sabin now hanging over the second rope as Shelly runs and leaps up onto the top rope now vaulting off with a diving senton leg drop down onto the hung head of Sabin bringing him over the middle rope and back into the ring as the crowd erupt in reaction and a standing ovation for that. Shelly takes a breather, a moment to recover as he just prowls the ring, soaking in the reaction for a moment and then smugly grins as he turns back to the out of it Sabin on the mat now. He then pulls him up and pushes him open to expose the chest, and then nailing a hard knife edge chop to the chest of his partner, Sabin falling into the ropes but then as Shelly comes in vaulting and nailing a hard knife edge of his own to Shelly’s chest now. Shelly reeling but then answering back with an overhand chop to the chest, taunting Sabin somewhat now until the Champion answers back with one of his own! Chop from Shelly that sends Sabin clutching his chest and falling now to the mat. Shelly then waits for Sabin to rise and then pulls him in, grabbing both legs for the double leg hook, throwing him down back first to the mat and then and running for the ropes, jumping off, over and down with the lionsault! Covering for 1…2…NO! First near fall of the match!
Shelly now is getting aggravated as he pulls Sabin up and now goes behind locking in the modified abdominal stretch, pulling back on it, hooking the head as the referee comes in and asks Sabin, Chris though shaking his head still refusing to give it in despite the pain. Sabin though eventually able to get out of it, the two trading shots until Shelly nails a spinning back elbow and then grabbing the head, running to the corner for sliced bread number 2 but Sabin is able to push him off into hard into the corner chest first and then as Shelly comes back in heaves him up in the fireman’s carry position, perhaps looking for that Cradle shock but Shelly is able to kick the legs and drops down behind him out of it, but Sabin turning around at once and running grabbing a side headlock but Shelly quickly heaving that up into a back suplex as Sabin tries to roll back onto his feet out of it turns it into a modified cutter! Driving Sabin’s face and body down into the mat, Sabin getting up onto his hands and knees holding his face as Shelly stands and then runs the ropes, coming in…right into a jumping straight kick to the jaw taking him down! Both men are now down as the referee begins the count, both Guns struggling to rise and eventually both do at the count of 7. Shelly then grabbing the head of Sabin and driving a hard forearm into the face, Sabin answering back with a shot of his own, back and forth the forearms go wildly now until Shelly changes it up into a backhand chop, Sabin reeling and then answering back with a chop of his own, back and forth a chop war now goes with woos from the fans. Shelly then going back to the forearm shot, Sabin answering back with a kick to the gut and then comes in and under hooks the waist nailing the reverse atomic drop, keeping hold of the arm as he breaks it and then swings with a closeline but Shelly ducks it and hooks the rear waist lock, Sabin dropping forward out of it into a back kick to the knee sending Shelly falling, hobbling away in pain into the corner. Sabin going back into the opposite corner and then running in and nailing a jumping flying back elbow down into the head there and then backs off again, running for the opposite corner but Shelly running after him and nailing a hard closeline in the corner to Sabin! Shelly then running for the opposite corner but now Sabin runs right after him into him there and nails the face wash kick to the head! The crowd applauding as Sabin rests over the top rope exhausted as Shelly is out and downed in the corner. Sabin then pulls Shelly up and sends him over with a quick snapmare, then heads back to the corner and up onto ring apron now, vaulting up onto the top rope with and down onto Shelly with a springboard swinging DDT! Sabin running around to cover for 1….2…NO! Shelly gets the shoulder up as again the crowd erupts in a standing ovation for this one.
“My God what a match! And this is just the first folks! Man!” JR exclaims.
“I’m exhausted just watching this!” King calls back.
Sabin his now up into a seated position, holding his hands in his hair in disbelief that that wasn’t it. A reply of the amazing move is show and then now we are back live as Sabin is pulling himself up using the ropes then heads to the outside and vaults up onto the rope and in right into an arm bar from Shelly, forcing Sabin to the mat in it and then locks in the cross face!!! The crowd exploding as Sabin cries out in pain, still refusing to give it in but Shelly pulling back hard on the hold, yelling for his tag partner to give it in, to give him the title. After a few moments when Sabin still refuses to give it Shelly hooks both arms and rolls over turning it into a backslide, rolling back onto his feet with Sabin in a sleeper hold now and then going now for the double under hook back suplex but Sabin manages to force back down onto his feet, then corners it into a double under hook of his own, Shelly though kicking over to the rope and placing his foot there to force the break. The referee separate the two exhausted, beat men as they take a moment and then come in for each other again. Shelly now still in the corner as Sabin runs in…but is caught and driven down into the second turnbuckle pad with the complete shot! The crowd again erupting is disbelief as Sabin is just hanging on the pad as Shelly drops away. Shelly now feeding off the yelling crowd now, many now on his side as he’s on the apron himself now, looking out as Sabin rises and then vaults up onto the top rope but Sabin catches him, heaving him back up to rest his feet on the top rope, bridging over into his grip and then nails the hanging swinging neckbreaker! Driving Shelly into the mat and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Shelly kicks out again. Both men now just lay out of it on the mat the crowd standing and erupts in applause again.
Shelly then stands but Sabin comes in behind and double under hook the arms sending him back over with the reverse double under hook suplex into a bridge for 1…2…NO!!! Again Shelly kicks out! Again both men lying out of it, Sabin is just exhaustion and disbelief now as he rises. Both men now stand and go for each other again, Shelly nailing face wash slaps, Sabin nailing a spinning back kick to the gut to stop that and then nails a ensurguri! Then hitting the ropes as Shelly reels but then comes back and takes him down with a running closeline! He then quickly pulls Sabin up onto his feet and pulls him in and then nails the Shellshock! Covering for 1....2….3!!! “Alex Shelly has won the first fall” Finkle announces as both men lay out of it on the mats, Shelly the first to rise, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily as he now uses the corner ropes to pull himself up.
“Man that was a epic of a match in itself, but we still have two falls to go!” JR calls.
“Yeah but do they have anything left to give JR? This might be over quick is Shelly can hit another Shellshock or…” Shelly is now pulling himself up on the top rope “that!” King yells as he flies off with a frog splash…but Sabin moves! Shelly crashing into the mat and laying out cold as the crowd goes wild.
Sabin finally starts to stir, crawling towards the ropes and then pulling himself up and turning back to Shelly who has only just started to move. He then runs in, over him and rolls him up for 1…2…NO! But damn close to evening it up here. Sabin stands from that and waits for Shelly to rise, before reeling back and going for straight kick to the face, but Shelly ducks it and goes under rolling him up for 1…2…NO! Sabin rolls over hooking the legs for one of his own 1…2…NO! Both men break again and then stand, coming in for each other and trading shots back and forth, the crowd cheering for their man with each as their slowly slug away, out on their feet. Shelly then nails a hard kick to the gut and goes for a suplex but Sabin hooks the leg and stops it and then heaves him up, turning it for a falcon arrow! Covering for 1…2…NO! Shelly manages to kick out again! Sabin now stands and picks Shelly up, scoop slamming him down and heading out onto the apron and up onto the top rope. Flying off with a Shawn Michaels like diving elbow drop to the heart of Shelly and covering for 1…2…NO! Shelly still kicks out Shelly still kicks out! Sabin had nothing left, looking in desperation down at Alex and wiping his hand back, wiping the sweat back in his hair as he rises up. He then heads out onto the other side now and up onto the opposite top rope, going for it again…but Shelly is up, runs in up the ropes and grabs him, sending him off the top with a Super German Suplex!!! Both men crashing down hard into the mat as the crowd jump up and go berserk. Loud “This is Awesome!” Chants sound out as both men are just out of it, Shelly though then coming to and crawling over, throwing Sabin’s shoulder to the mat and slumping and arm over as he falls for 1…2…NO!!! Sabin kicks out! Again both men are out of it until eventually Shelly pulls himself up and cuts the air, pulling Sabin up and pulling him in for another Shellshock…but Sabin is able to roll back and reverse it into a roll up for 1…2…3!!! They break and fall away from each other as the crowd roars.
“Chris Sabin has captured the second fall; they are now at two a piece” Finkle announces to a cheer.
“Man oh man, what did I tell ya. They put so much into that first fall, I’m surprised the second lasted that long. We will have out and winner and champion in under a minuet now, I guarantee it!” King speaks as Shelly now rises to a seated position and then as the crowd cheers him on, he stands. He now manages to get onto his feet and calls for it again, going to finish it with a Shellshock…but Sabin manages to charge forward in the DDT position, tackling them both through the ropes and tumble to the outside. They then both push themselves up there, coming in and trading blows back and forth, Shelly then able to knee him hard in the gut and then goes for a kick, but Sabin catches it, so Shelly goes for the ensurguri, Sabin ducking it and pushing off as Shelly back sending him gut first into the security wall and hanging there. Sabin then gets to the guard wall, getting up onto it and then as security push the front rows back flies off with a spinning leg drop down onto Shelly’s head, sending them both fall into the crowd! The fans around them are going insane, in the ring the referee continuing to count, reaching 7.
“Oh no, no! No referee! Not on the third fall! It’s can’t end like this!” JR yells out to the ref.
8…Sabin is up and runs over the guard rail running as best he can with his battered body and slides into the ring at 9…he rises up on one knee looking at the referee as he looks back, obviously asking himself if he wants to go for the count out here. The referee looks back at him, obviously wondering the same and then goes to raise his arms…but Sabin rolls out of the ring breaking the count to a loud roar! Then chants of “Sabin! Sabin! Sabin!” Sound out.
“Yes Chris! He doesn’t want it to end like that! There must be a winner here! No more excuses, there will be a definitive winner here tonight!” JR calls.
“That moron! That idiot! Why didn’t he just take the count out! He might now lose his title because of that! To hell with the macho crap! What an idiot!” King shoots back.
Sabin though is going over towards Shelly, who is only just pulling himself up on the other side of the crowd wall, being slapped on the back by fans who are trying to be held back by security. He then sees Sabin coming in and runs up onto the wall, Sabin running as well, but Shelly takes off the guard wall and flies down into him with a diving closeline! Taking him out! The crowd goes insane for the move as multiple replays of it are shown. Finally Shelly rises and grabs Sabin, rolling him back into the ring. He wills his battered body on now up onto the top rope, Sabin rising in the ring and turning towards Shelly corner as he rises up on it and then…Sabin runs forward and nails him a few good time, joining him on the top rope and then under hooking the arms, flipping him in the under hook and driving him down with a SUPER SIT OUT TIGER BOMB! Driving him into the mat and keeping both legs hooked for 1…2…3!!!
The crowd explodes in applause as Sabin falls back to the mat in exhaustion and injury, his music hitting.
“Here is your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation X Division Champion! Chris Sabin!” The crowd all gives a standing ovation for both men as they lay out on the canvas. Finally Sabin manages to get onto his feet, almost falling back into the referee as he hands him the championship belt.
“What more could anyone ask of these two men? This match was a classic, and hopefully now that they have this, that they have their definitive end they can put these last two months behind them and get back to being the best tag team in the business” JR calls.
Sabin celebrate with the fans for a moment, holding the belt up high but then finally stops and turns, seeing Shelly rising up and just stares, holding his belt on his shoulder. Shelly stumbling onto his feet as the music dies down. He is full of sorrow, almost looking on the verge of tears as he looks up and back as he former partner. All the hatred seeming to melt from Sabin’s eyes as he looks at him. He exhales and then comes towards him, extending his hand to a roar from the fans. Shelly looks at him to a moment, and then nods and takes it. The crowd giving a standing ovation as they shake hands.
“Yes! That is what we wanted to see! To hell with Mcmahon’s plan! It may take time, but hopefully now that this is out of their system, they know who is the better man they can once again be the friends they were” JR calls with pride as they come into a embrace, then break, not going too far with it. Shelly then nods as heads out of the ring, leaving Sabin in his limelight. He nods back and watching him leave before then turning back to the cheering crowd and holding his X Division title belt up high. Still the Champion.
We now cut to backstage and to Gene Okerlund standing by in front of two officials turning a tombola.
“Well Ladies and Gentleman, here we are. I am backstage here, where behind me is the lottery balls for next month’s Royal Rumble. Superstars have been in and out of here all evening drawing their numbers, but Mr. Mcmahon wanted a few superstars to have their numbers draw live on air here tonight. Let’s see whose turn it is…” Okerlund turns, moving out of the way of the camera to look across as Bryan Danielson walks in to a big cheer.
He adjusts the ROH Pure Championship on his shoulder, having retained it last night, the WWF Tag Team Championship around his waist. He looks very cock sure as, smirking as he watches the referees turning the tombola, coming to a stop. Bryan nods at them and opens it, reaching in and taking out of the plastic balls. He still has the smug smile on his face, looking down at the ball in his hands as Okerlund comes over.
“Bryan, while you’re here. In moments you defend the WWF Tag Team Championship against Legendary in The Rock and Hollywood Hogan. Any last minute thoughts?”
“No, same as I said on Monday. Tonight there overstuffed and overrated B movie stars go down,” Bryan replies, now opening the ball.
“But you did have one hell of a hard match last night, successfully defending the Pure Championship against former rival Kurt Angle. Are you…”
“I’m as fit as ever. I beat angle at last year’s Wrestlemania and hardly broke a sweat doing it last night. The Rock and Hogan will be half the challenge…”
“What about comments you made recently on ROH Television…”
“Gene! I say a lot of things to hype my matches now, please! Vince wanted the world to know my number so…let’s see shall we?”
“Oh yes, of course” Okerlund nods and looks down as Bryan reaches into the ball and takes out the paper, dropping the ball and opening it.
“NO!” He yells out, staring at the number with wide eyes “No! No! No!”
“What?” Okerlund asks, staring down at the paper and then soon looks like he understands. The camera man then walks over his shoulder and looks down at the paper seeing the number 1. The crowd react as Bryan continues to stare at it and again yells “No! No! No!!!”
“Hey Bryan!” The camera turns to see AJ Styles walking it, his tag title on his shoulder, to a cheer “come on, we got our match.”
“Do you see this crap? Number 1! Did you get your number?”
“Yeah, I guess even Vince has to obey TV time so mine was earlier.”
“What was it?”
“Why?”
“I want to know!” Bryan snaps at him.
“Why should I tell you anything? Last I heard apparently you hate being here and want to keep the Pure Championship forever so you can stay in ROH! What was that about?”
“Like I said to Okerlund here. I say a lot of things, just like when I compared you to their whore. I am just trying to get over, ya know. I bet if TNA started up and you went back there you would say the same” AJ just stares back without an answer “exactly! Now let’s go defend these titles.”
“Alright” AJ nods to him.
They then both turn and head out, Bryan slapping AJ on the back as they walk out of frame, Okerlund looking on.
“Still want to know your number” we hear Bryan says off screen.
“It’s a surprise” AJ replies, his voice trailing off, Gene looking on shaking his head. We then fade back to ringside.
Tag Team Championship
*Play Entrances with JR and King talking about match and prev. segment.*
As soon as the referee ring the bell AJ and Bryan run right across the ring right into Rock and Hogan and hammering into the them as the crowd goes wild, AJ and Bryan beating them back across the ring now fiercely. Rocks is the first who is able to block a shot and fires back but Hogan also does the same, if considerably more deliberately fighting back. The shots go back and forth as the referee now comes in and tries to separate them with little success. Rock now fires away on Bryan with his signature hands to the face, going for the final blow but Bryan is able to bring up a straight kick to the side of the head sending him falling face first into the mat. Meanwhile AJ blocks a shot from Hogan and drives him face first into the post, turning him around and starting to kick away at the chest with roundhouse kicks. Finally he breaks and starts to hammer away again, the referee coming in and pushing him back, another referee running out and finally order is restored. AJ is forced to one corner while Hogan and sent out in his.
The Rock raises his hand gesturing for AJ to Just Bring It. Styles walks towards the Rock. They now lock up, Rock kicking his legs out from under him and pushes AJ down to the ground. AJ gets up goes for Rock again running in with a flying forearm but Rock bottoms him in the gut and goes for the DDT, but AJ reverses that into a fisherman suplex bridge for 2. Rock gets out of that and stands then as AJ rises hammers into him, grabs his arms and backs him into the ropes, shooting him off and setting up for a backdrop but AJ manages to turn it into a swinging neckbreaker and go over, tagging in Bryan now. Bryan leaps over the top rope into the ring and runs in; grabbing the rising Rock is a reverse head lock as he goes to rise. Rock manages to force himself to stand and then throws Bryan off, Bryan avoiding the shot and grabbing the head of Rock, brining him in and nailing a European uppercut, and another sending Rock stumbling back into the corner then runs in and up him for the monkey flip. Rock crying out as he hits the mat, Bryan running in and down covering for 2. He then grabs Rock by the head bringing him up when Rock now starts to hammer into the gut, he then hammers into Bryan beating him back across the ring with his shots, going for the final one, looking up at his hand and going to deliver it when Bryan ducks it and turns running back with a closeline, Rock though ducks that and grabs Bryans arm as he ducks under pulling him in for the short arm closeline. Rock points at his head for that one, grinning out smugly to boos as he heads over and tags Hogan in. Hogan now picks up Bryan and fires away with his piston like right hands, beating Bryan back until Bryan manages to nail a knife edge chop to the chest and jump up hitting a dropkick sending Hogan back into the corner. He then stands and runs in with a splash but Hogan moves out of the way, Bryan hitting corner. Hogan then grabs him and throws him hard shoulder first into the ring post and follows up with a back suplex. Hogan then stands and picks Bryan up, setting him up and heaving him up into vertical suplex, holding him in the air for 10 seconds and then throwing him down to the mat. Hogan stands, cupping his ear towards the crowd to loud boos, wiping his hands as he walks past Bryan and goes over to tag Rock in now, Rock reaching out his hand. When Bryan stands and runs in, grabbing Hogan from behind and driving him down with the back cracker! Hogan now yells out holding his back and crawls over to the pleading rock when Bryan is up and pulls him back now driving an elbow into the hurt back and locking in a ground torture rack, pulling back on it and relishing as Hogan cries out in pain. Hogan looks in real trouble in the hold for almost 40 seconds when he is able to use his power to force himself out of it and pant as he tries to crawl away. Bryan now pulls up and beats away at him as he takes him to the corner and tags in AJ. The two then grabs Hogan and double suplex him, following by AJ hitting a jumping fist into the head of the immortal one. AJ now drags him onto into the seated position and hits the ropes coming back with a low running dropkick sending him back down and covering for a 2 count. AJ now stands and heads over to the corner, climbing up onto the top rope. But Hogan is up and runs into the ropes, sending AJ to straddle the turnbuckle hard! The crowd reacting as Hogan comes in favoring his back and grabs AJ with both hands throwing him off and down into the mat. He then walks over, using the ropes at first to get over and tag in the Rock.
Rock comes in and gestures for AJ to rise, running in and nailing a hard shot that sends him down, AJ falls down then gets up right into another running shot sending him down and then another. When he rises again now Rock grabs his arms and back into the ropes shooting him off and then coming in, but AJ is able to jump up and leapfrog over him then hit the other ropes, running in. Rock swinging with the closeline but AJ rolls underneath it to stand behind him and nailing and jumping side kick to the back of the head sending him falling to the mat. He then pulls Rock over onto his back and hits the spinning leg drop before rising and tagging in Bryan again now. Bryan now pulls Rock up and hits a German Suplex into a bridge for 2. A snap suplex for 2. A back suplex for 2. He then runs for the ropes coming in on the rising Rock, when Rock snaps to life, throws him over and drives him down with a Samoan drop! When finally he stands he now puts the boots to Bryan on the mat before coming in and tagging Hogan back in. Hogan now waits for Bryan to rise before hammering him back down a couple of times, then grabbing the head and forcing him back into the corner, bringing up his foot and choking Bryan with it in the corner until the referee counts and gets 4 before he breaks. Hogan spits back down at him to shut up as he grabs Bryan and then drives him down with a scoop slam, hitting the ropes and dropping an elbow…but Bryan moves, Hogan really tweaking his elbow as he hits the back hard. He sneers at this and then stands, coming in and grabbing the head of Bryan pulling him back towards him by the hair, going to fire away on him again with a right hand when Bryan nails a hard chop to the chest to beat him off and then a European uppercut sending him down. He then turns and goes to tag AJ back in as he reaches out for the tag, Hogan though is up and has the leg pulling Bryan back into a hard right fist sending him back down to the mat. Hollywood then grabs Bryan’s arm, kicks away at him and then drags him towards his corner and tags in Rock.
Rock slaps Hogan on the back as he enters and starts to viciously stomp away on the downed Bryan. He then picks him up and sets him up for the DDT again, when AJ yells out and drives him forward back into the corner taking out the referee between the bodies and the post. AJ looks down in concern at the fallen ref and then turns into Rock who drives him down with a kick out DDT. He then stands and yells out for Hogan to get a belt. Hogan nods and now steps down off the apron, going over and tugging a tag title out of the timekeepers hand and then coming back with it, throwing it up and into the hands of Rock who turns with it. Bryan now comes into the ring, running for the Rock when wham! He nails him with the title belt. Rock trash talks down at him as he turns around right into AJ delivers a shift kicks to the side of Rock’s head sending him down. AJ then pulls Rock up and then drives him down with a fisherman buster. He then looks over seeing the referee still down and goes and grabs the title belt, heading up onto the top rope with it positioning it and flying off with a belt assisted frog splash to the chest of the great one! He then throws the evidence out of the ring and yells for the referee to wake up. Finally the ref does indeed come to, crawling over and counting 1….2….NO!!! The crowd let out a massive sound of disappointment as the Rock kicks out.
AJ now stands and picks Rock up setting him up for the Styles Clash, hooking him when Rock grabs the legs and trips him down with them, kicking him in the gut through the legs and then locks in the Scorpion King Deathlock, AJ though able to twist and send him off before he gets it fully locked in, sending him into the ropes and then kipping up and running in with a flying forearm, but Rock side steps it and sends AJ chest first into the ropes and on the rebound grabbing him and driving him into the mat with a spine buster. He then stands and heads over, kicking the leg in the crowd starts to boo and jeer heavily, the noise growing as he starts to removes his elbow pad, spitting on it and throwing it onto AJ then hitting the ropes, kicking out the leg and nailing the Hollywood Elbow for 1…2…NO! Bryan is back and breaks it up with a diving forearm. He then walks over still woozy from the belt shot when Rocks stands, running in and hammering him down from behind into the corner and booting away at him there until the referee comes and forces him back across the ring, Bryan rolling out under the bottom rope holding his chest in pain. Rock then turns around right into the Pele Kick! AJ hooking the leg for 1…2…NO!!! Hogan breaks it up. Hogan sneering as he gets back up onto the apron and holds out his arm for Rock to tag. AJ though the first to rise and heads to the top rope, rising up as Rock stands and flying off right into a bit boot to the gut followed by a snap DDT driving him head into the mat. Rock then pants and winces as he turns over and now crawls slowly towards his corner, pulling himself up on the ropes and tagging Hogan in now. Hogan runs in with a full head of steam, grabbing the rising AJ and firing away on him with hard shot to the head beating him back and then nailing the reverse atomic drop followed by the scoop slam. AJ then uses the ropes to stand from that and turns right into a big boot, Hogan then hitting the ropes and coming back dropping the big leg drop for 1…2…NO!!! Bryan is back and breaks up with a knee drop to the back of the head. Hogan yelling out and pointing for the referee to get him back as indeed Bryan is forced back into his corner, but behind Hogan AJ is now moving and grabs him rolling him up for 1…2…NO!!! Hogan just manages to get out of it.
He then stands and comes in picking AJ up when AJ goes to blast him with a kick, Hogan catching it but then AJ kicking up the other leg into the head for the ensurguri knocking Hogan down hard to a loud cheer. AJ now starts to the crawl, the fans clapping and stomping him on as he moves slow at first and then faster coming over and…tagging in Bryan. Bryan running in to a loud cheer and as Hogan gets into the seated position starts to kick away furiously with hard kicks to the chest, then nails the final one into the head sending him down to the mat. He then turns him over and hooks the arms, going to lock in Cattle Mutilation but Hogan is able to wriggle his arms free and push him off. Hogan then rising as Bryan comes in and nails a European uppercut, following by grabbing the arm and forcing him down into the mat locking in the label lock! The crowd standing with a roar and yelling for Hogan to tap out, when wham! The Rock drops an elbow into the back of Bryans head to break it up. That brings in AJ now running in and hammering Rock back. Bryan standing and turning going to pick up Hogan when Hogan pushes bring sending him falling back. Bryan coming in yelling out as he swings for a mighty kick, but Hogan ducks and grabs him, nailing the big boot and then hitting the ropes, coming back for the big leg drop, but Bryan moves, Hogan hitting mat. Bryan slumps over the crowd now clapping and stomping, willing him on and he manages to get across the ring, leaping up and tagging in AJ to a huge roar. But as he does Hogan has manages to get over and tag the Rock back in. Both run across the ring and right into each other, trading shots back and forth until Rock manages to get a kick to the gut and grabs the arm, Irish whipping him into the ropes, then ducks duck, but AJ manages to roll over his back to stand, waits for Rock to turns and then nails a hard roundhouse kick to the face. Rock falls back as AJ runs in for and then drops back, hitting a Pele Kick! Covering for 1…2…NO! Hogan is back and breaks it up again! But now Bryan has had enough of that, running across the ring and hitting the running knee sending Hollywood out of the ring. Hogan rise up their as Bryan runs the ring and then down onto him with a cross body plancha.
Back in the ring AJ now positions Rock for Styles Clash again, but Rock is able to send him over with a back body drop and then ducks down waiting, AJ rising and turning being and hooked and drive down with the Rock Bottom! Coming in to cover. On the outside Bryan sees this and goes to get in, but Hogan grabs him off the apron and pulls him down, hammering into him as Rock covers for 1…2…3!!!
Loud thunderous boos as the Rock’s music hits.
“Here are you winners and NEW World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! The Rock and Hollywood Hogan! Legendary!” Finkle announces to louder boos.
“No!” JR calls out.
Rock rises with a huge grin on his face, turning to the referee as he brings in the title belts. On the outside Hogan is overjoyed himself, Bryan not even bothered to stop Hogan as he heads into the ring, just bending over and shaking his head. Hogan comes in, grinning from ear to ear, as is the Rock, as he takes a tag title from the referee. Rock taking the over and then hold them up to louder boos, the referee raising their hands.
“Well, I might not like it, but they did it. Fair and square they beat them and are the new Tag Team Champions” JR calls as they continues to celebrate.
Rock then tags his title and head up onto the corner, his Brahma bull belt in one hand and the tag title in the other and then throwing it back in his signature pose. Hogan standing in next to him the ring and holding up his belts high in both hands. Boos sounding out as they hold that pose, the grins not having been wiped off their face. They then stand down, look over at AJ who is sitting with his head in his hands, then looking over and smuggling grinning at Danielson, who looks pissed. They then leave, taking the tag team titles with them, an official belt a piece added to their display ones.
The music now dies as Bryan enters the ring, looking over at AJ as he now pulls himself up. Bryan just sighs and shakes his head at him, looking like he going to say something, but then stops himself, looking away and then back up at him again with a look of extreme annoyance. AJ just shaking his own head and yelling out that he is sorry, that he couldn’t do anymore. Bryan yells something as look away again, kicking the corner padding. He then slowly looks back at him, sneering at him. AJ yelling again that he sorry.
“Wow, Bryan looks really upset here” King comments.
“He took a lot of pride in being a double champion” JR replies.
Bryan and AJ just stare at each other, looking like something is about to go down here for a moment. But Bryan then relaxes, shaking his head and then coming in extending his hand, nodding and saying something about being sorry and understanding. AJ nods back in and reaches out his hand to meet Bryans, but then Bryan nails him with a kick to the head! Taking him out! The crowd booing as Bryan stands there, sneering down at the out cold Styles.
“What? No! Why Bryan? Damit!” JR yells at him.
He then drops down and locks in Cattle Mutilation, AJ coming to with a start and yelling in agonizing pain in the hold! The bell rings over and over, referees filling the ring and they try to get Bryan to break it, trying to pull him off. Bryan refuses, keeping it on, AJ’s screaming now silenced as he passes out. Bryan finally letting go and letting him slump to the mat, standing and looking back over the zebra shifts with a sneer down at his former partner, a sly grin now creeping across his face. He then heads over to the main official, snatching his Pure title from him and then holds it up and yells out “YES! YES! YES!” Pointing both hands in the air as he holds the title up. The crowd now are booing heavily back at him as he turns now to AJ, yelling down at him as he holds up the title “YES! YES! YES!” He then comes in, getting one last boot to the head before being dragged back by officials. He yells “YES!” In one of their faces before then finally head out the ring. The crowd still booing heavily at him, he even gets in the faces of a few on the ramp, yelling “YES! YES! YES!” In their faces, then backing off up the ramp and yelling it all the way, pumping his title up and then finally heading to the back. In the ring officials tending to the out cold Styles.
“Well, this is a damn shame. These two were one of the best tag teams all year and now…this. Damn Bryan, I really do not understand this” JR says as we fade out.
We now fade to the backstage drawing area with Gene Okerlund, who looks flabbergasted.
“Well…Ladies and Gentleman, I will try and get a word with Bryan Danielson as soon as I can. But I guess…well…I guess we better get on with the drawing. As you can see behind me Wade Barrett is drawing his pick.”
The crowd cheers loudly for Barrett as Okerlund walks over Barrett who is already taking his ball out of the box. Opening it and taking out, unfolding the paper as Gene walks up.
“Barrett! Wade! Well first we of course know that if you win your Championship match next then you will have to give up this number to another competitor.”
“Obviously,” Barrett nods with a smile as he looks down at his number and nods, seeming to be fine with it.
“What did you get?” Okerlund asks, leaning in to see.
Barrett holds up his number to the camera as he says it “23.”
“Well, at least we know that Mr. Mcmahon isn’t fixing it then. I mean how could he with everyone picking tonight on and off camera, but…”
“But its Vince” Wade nods.
“Indeed. But that a very good number, you must be pleased.”
“Well of course. But it’s beside the point” he throws the number away “because I don’t need it! Because tonight I am going to beat John Cena, do a favor for all of us and take back MY World Wrestling Federation Championship.”
With that he walks off, Okerlund looking like he wants to ask more but stopping and turning, the crowd roaring as Samoa Joe walks in. Gene now running up to him as he goes to reach in “Joe! Joe! Now you are the last to pick you number, so whatever number is left will be yours.”
“Yeah…”Joe sneers as he reaches in and takes out the final ball, ripping it open and pulling out the paper to read it. Before Okerlund can ask he holds it up, the number on it is 17.
“Well, you must be happy with that. Especially for a last pick.”
“Not really” Joe replies “I wanted to be number 1.”
“Why?” Gene frowns.
“So I can tear through all of them” The crowd cheer to that “can I go now?”
“Oh yes of course. Good luck next month Joe. And I am sure you will be watching next.”
“Yeah…” Joe sneers and then walks off, Okerlund now turning back to the camera.
“Well Ladies and Gentleman, I am being told that we are out of time here. I will try and get a word with Bryan Danielson before the night is out. But for now, it’s time for our Main Event. Back to you JR and King.”
SATURDAY NIGHT’S
MAIN EVENT
22.12.12
Live from: St Louis Missouri
The pyro explodes off the ramp, the lights come and the Pittsburg crowd goes wild.
“Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to Saturday Night’s Main Event! We are live on network Television for the first time in five years! We are live on NBC to bring you a Pay Per View quality show for free! Jim Ross alongside Jerry “The King” Lawler! And King, what a lineup we have tonight.”
“Oh it’s nuts JR! Three big title matches including the WWF Tag Team Titles and the WWF Championship! All for free! Don’t say we don’t give you anything people…”
“Well King, with that said we can’t talk all night. Let’s get this night going with the X Division Championship! Two former best friends and tag team partners, 1 title and 2 out of 3 falls!”
X Division Championship: 2 out 3 Falls
We now see Howard Finkle standing in the middle of the ring as the bell rings. Here we go.
*Play Sabin and Shelly*
Sabin surrenders the title to the official, not taking his eyes off his former partner and current challenger. Shelly for his part glaring back with narrow eyes from his corner. Sabin sighs and let’s go of the belt, giving it one last glance as the referee takes it over and shows it to Alex. Alex nods, touching the title he held only a month ago and letting the ref take it to the middle of the ring and hold it up for all to see. He then hands it out, gets between the two who are staring dagger at each other, coming out of their corners, the official ringing the bell.
The two come forward, both reeling back like they are gonna nail each other and go right back to their recent brawling…but stop, both exhaling and just glaring at each other a moment and then relax. Sabin nodding, Alex nodding back. The crowd clapping as they circle each other now and then launch forward into a collar and elbow tie up.
“Great to see that, these two have so much hatred built up, so much emotion over the last two months events. But they are deciding to do this the right way, leave their emotion backstage and wrestle this thing” JR calls as they push against each other in the lock up.
“Yeah, but how long will it last?” King asks “besides, we are gonna see plenty of that later.”
Shelly then grabbing the arm and twisting it into a overhand wrist lock, twisting it some more back into it, Sabin wincing in pain and then is able to roll over the arm twice and then stand and then turn into a wrist lock of his own, Shelly able to get into the ropes to break it. Sabin backs off and let’s Shelly reenter the ring. They circle each other again, obviously pacing themselves and then go into the hand to hand tie up now, and then launching their shoulders forward into each other, jocking for position like bulls. Shelly goes behind right into the rear waist lock. Sabin though grabbing the arms, but Shelly keeps hold of one and swings that around into a standing wrist lock again, Sabin rolling over it to stand again but this time Alex pulls him up onto his feet and locks in a shoulder claw with the arm lock still applied. He then twists behind to go for a wait lock again, Sabin spinning back out of it, Shelly at once grabbing the head and forcing Sabin into a front face lock. Sabin then grabs the arm and twists out of it now turning into in a hammer lock. Alex twisting out of that, but Sabin keeping hold of the arm in a double wrist clutch and sweeping the legs, bringing down his knee into the shoulder as he pulls it on. Sabin wretches in the hold on the mat, Shelly though manages to get back onto his feet, but Sabin goes under and turns it into a wrist lock again, stomping to wrench down on the arm. Shelly is in the hold for a few moments but is then again to roll over again turning it into a wrist lock of his own again now and then turning that into a hammer lock. Sabin trying to spin to reverse it but Shelly drops down and hooks the leg, sweeping Sabin back first to the mat and then going for a leg lock, but Sabin twists over on the mat to try and kick him off, to no avail, Shelly keeping hold of the leg in almost an ankle lock now and then dropping down to his knees and locks in a modified single leg Boston crab, driving the point of the knee into the back of Sabin’s knee joint, then crossing the legs over, hooking them with his own leg and then dropping back to lock in a figure four leg lock! Sabin crying out in the pain, holding his head and shaking it at the referee as Shelly slaps the leg and wrenches back on the classic hold tighter. Sabin then able to force up to a seated position in the lock and grab Shelly’s legs, forcing them apart and then using the leg to twist Shelly onto his belly and then mount him, hooking him in a reverse body scissors and rolling over with it, pulling Shelly onto his back now and wrenching in the vice around the ribs there as he now grabs a rear chin lock, pulling back on both as Alex now cries out in pain. Shelly is now able to force out of the chin lock and then try and sit up in the body scissors, now trying to pry the legs apart, manages to do so and then turns it into a leg lock of his own in the kneeling position. Sabin then tries to twist over out of it but Shelly keeps it going and rolls him over onto his back and then pulls Sabin’s head up into the DDT position rear headlock lock now and pulling Sabin to stand in it. Sabin though as he does grabs the arm and spins out of the headlock with it and grabbing a standing side headlock now. Shelly drops to a knee for a moment but then gets back onto his feet and backs Sabin into the ropes, shooting him off and dropping down to his belly to let him run over, but as soon as he does Sabin cartwheels to stand and runs in on the standing Shelly, Shelly side stepping him and sending him into the ropes, Sabin though leaping up onto the second rope and spin boarding off into a springboard deep arm drag, throwing Shelly over to the mat. The fans cheer and applaud for that one as both men stand. Shelly now runs in for Sabin but Sabin now sends Shelly into the ropes the same way, leapfrogging over him as he comes in, Shelly though dropping down and jumping right up as Sabin lands and locks in a rear waist lock, Sabin though elbowing out of it for the first strike of the match then runs the ropes and comes in, Shelly though side stepping him and sending him over with a deep arm drag, but as they hit the mat Sabin turns that into a grounded head scissors, Shelly kipping out the that. Both men standing and turning to each other, Sabin running in , Shelly sweeping the legs and then grabbing the leg and throwing him over to stand with it, Sabin grabbing the leg on the way over to send Shelly back first to the mat and jumping over for cover for a quick 1 count. Both men now stand and turn to each other in a ready stance and finally break away to a huge erupting of applause and approval from the appreciative fans.
They take a moment for a breather and then come in again. They now come in and now Shelly nods to Sabin as he holds his hand up, Sabin coming up to meet him in the hand to hand lock up, then bringing up the other arm to lock them up as well, now driving their shoulders into each other as the push in on the hold, jocking like bulls for the position again here against the other. They then loosen up but with their hands still locked and then Shelly brings up a kick to the thigh, Sabin answers back with one his own, Shelly again, Sabin, back and forth the kicks to the legs go, Sabin faking out Shelly with one as they break and then jabbing him hard in the face.
“Oh boy, here we go baby. It’s breaking down! This is what we wanted to see” King exclaims.
“This is what you wanted maybe” JR scoffs.
Sabin does it again, Shelly manages to get into a defensive stance to block then somewhat now, Sabin then running to the ropes but Alex is right behind him as he backs into the ropes Shelly is there to meet him with a hard running elbow to the chops, then runs the rings and hits the opposite ropes, running in but Sabin running after him and meeting him in the ropes now with a running knee to the gut in the ropes. Sabin then grabbing the arm and twisting Shelly over, But Shelly rolling right back onto his feet, Chris though running in and over him into a sunset flip, but Shelly rolling back out of that onto his feet and swinging with a roundhouse kick to the seated Sabin, who though drops down to duck it and then grab the leg of the spinning Shelly from behind and rolls him up for 1! Both men at once stand again, Sabin hitting a back kick to the gut and then backing off and nailing a hard dropkick to the head of the bent over Shelly taking him down! Sabin now pumps his fist to the cheering crowd and then comes in, pulling Shelly up into a vertical suplex position now, but turning it into a modified leg hooking octopus stretch! Dropping down with it, Shelly’s left arm trapped in the arm lock over him as he brings up the leg and hooks it over Shelly’s head, pulling back on it. Shelly cries out in the impressive hold that no one knows quite what to call but still refuses to give it in. Eventually after a few moments is able to do the only he can and that is to extend his leg and places it on the bottom rope to force the break. Sabin now pulls Shelly up onto his feet by the head and runs it with it, driving it into the top turnbuckle, letting him feel it and then placing him back into the corner and hooking the arm and Irish whipping him back first into the opposite corner, running in but Shelly is able to drop down as he does, using him momentum to send him over the ring post with a back body drop, but Sabin able to use the top rope to swing around and land feet first on the apron then go to springboard up but Shelly nails him with a hard shot that sends him tumbling hard to the floor below to a massive “Oh!” From the crowd. Sabin rises, but Shelly is right there and vaults up and over the top rope with a springboard cross body plancha, but Sabin sees this and slides back into the ring, Shelly going over and just able to land cat like on the black mats below. Shelly stands then looks up into the ring as Sabin runs the ropes, the ring and then leaps down onto him with a suicide dive! The crowd erupts in reaction and applause as both Guns lay out of it on the mats.
Finally both men rise and now Sabin grabs Shelly’s head and rolls him back into the ring, stands onto the ring apron and pulling Shelly in into a vertical suplex position over the ropes now, the crowd beginning to buzz as Chris goes to heave him up but Shelly blocks it, keeping his feet on the mat. Both men struggling against each other in position over the top rope and then finally break, Sabin grabbing the head and nailing several rabid forearm shots to the head, then swings his head in between the top and second rope but Shelly is up and catches him through the ropes with a hard clubbing blow, then a straight kick to the arm, Sabin now hanging over the second rope as Shelly runs and leaps up onto the top rope now vaulting off with a diving senton leg drop down onto the hung head of Sabin bringing him over the middle rope and back into the ring as the crowd erupt in reaction and a standing ovation for that. Shelly takes a breather, a moment to recover as he just prowls the ring, soaking in the reaction for a moment and then smugly grins as he turns back to the out of it Sabin on the mat now. He then pulls him up and pushes him open to expose the chest, and then nailing a hard knife edge chop to the chest of his partner, Sabin falling into the ropes but then as Shelly comes in vaulting and nailing a hard knife edge of his own to Shelly’s chest now. Shelly reeling but then answering back with an overhand chop to the chest, taunting Sabin somewhat now until the Champion answers back with one of his own! Chop from Shelly that sends Sabin clutching his chest and falling now to the mat. Shelly then waits for Sabin to rise and then pulls him in, grabbing both legs for the double leg hook, throwing him down back first to the mat and then and running for the ropes, jumping off, over and down with the lionsault! Covering for 1…2…NO! First near fall of the match!
Shelly now is getting aggravated as he pulls Sabin up and now goes behind locking in the modified abdominal stretch, pulling back on it, hooking the head as the referee comes in and asks Sabin, Chris though shaking his head still refusing to give it in despite the pain. Sabin though eventually able to get out of it, the two trading shots until Shelly nails a spinning back elbow and then grabbing the head, running to the corner for sliced bread number 2 but Sabin is able to push him off into hard into the corner chest first and then as Shelly comes back in heaves him up in the fireman’s carry position, perhaps looking for that Cradle shock but Shelly is able to kick the legs and drops down behind him out of it, but Sabin turning around at once and running grabbing a side headlock but Shelly quickly heaving that up into a back suplex as Sabin tries to roll back onto his feet out of it turns it into a modified cutter! Driving Sabin’s face and body down into the mat, Sabin getting up onto his hands and knees holding his face as Shelly stands and then runs the ropes, coming in…right into a jumping straight kick to the jaw taking him down! Both men are now down as the referee begins the count, both Guns struggling to rise and eventually both do at the count of 7. Shelly then grabbing the head of Sabin and driving a hard forearm into the face, Sabin answering back with a shot of his own, back and forth the forearms go wildly now until Shelly changes it up into a backhand chop, Sabin reeling and then answering back with a chop of his own, back and forth a chop war now goes with woos from the fans. Shelly then going back to the forearm shot, Sabin answering back with a kick to the gut and then comes in and under hooks the waist nailing the reverse atomic drop, keeping hold of the arm as he breaks it and then swings with a closeline but Shelly ducks it and hooks the rear waist lock, Sabin dropping forward out of it into a back kick to the knee sending Shelly falling, hobbling away in pain into the corner. Sabin going back into the opposite corner and then running in and nailing a jumping flying back elbow down into the head there and then backs off again, running for the opposite corner but Shelly running after him and nailing a hard closeline in the corner to Sabin! Shelly then running for the opposite corner but now Sabin runs right after him into him there and nails the face wash kick to the head! The crowd applauding as Sabin rests over the top rope exhausted as Shelly is out and downed in the corner. Sabin then pulls Shelly up and sends him over with a quick snapmare, then heads back to the corner and up onto ring apron now, vaulting up onto the top rope with and down onto Shelly with a springboard swinging DDT! Sabin running around to cover for 1….2…NO! Shelly gets the shoulder up as again the crowd erupts in a standing ovation for this one.
“My God what a match! And this is just the first folks! Man!” JR exclaims.
“I’m exhausted just watching this!” King calls back.
Sabin his now up into a seated position, holding his hands in his hair in disbelief that that wasn’t it. A reply of the amazing move is show and then now we are back live as Sabin is pulling himself up using the ropes then heads to the outside and vaults up onto the rope and in right into an arm bar from Shelly, forcing Sabin to the mat in it and then locks in the cross face!!! The crowd exploding as Sabin cries out in pain, still refusing to give it in but Shelly pulling back hard on the hold, yelling for his tag partner to give it in, to give him the title. After a few moments when Sabin still refuses to give it Shelly hooks both arms and rolls over turning it into a backslide, rolling back onto his feet with Sabin in a sleeper hold now and then going now for the double under hook back suplex but Sabin manages to force back down onto his feet, then corners it into a double under hook of his own, Shelly though kicking over to the rope and placing his foot there to force the break. The referee separate the two exhausted, beat men as they take a moment and then come in for each other again. Shelly now still in the corner as Sabin runs in…but is caught and driven down into the second turnbuckle pad with the complete shot! The crowd again erupting is disbelief as Sabin is just hanging on the pad as Shelly drops away. Shelly now feeding off the yelling crowd now, many now on his side as he’s on the apron himself now, looking out as Sabin rises and then vaults up onto the top rope but Sabin catches him, heaving him back up to rest his feet on the top rope, bridging over into his grip and then nails the hanging swinging neckbreaker! Driving Shelly into the mat and covering for 1…2…NO!!! Shelly kicks out again. Both men now just lay out of it on the mat the crowd standing and erupts in applause again.
Shelly then stands but Sabin comes in behind and double under hook the arms sending him back over with the reverse double under hook suplex into a bridge for 1…2…NO!!! Again Shelly kicks out! Again both men lying out of it, Sabin is just exhaustion and disbelief now as he rises. Both men now stand and go for each other again, Shelly nailing face wash slaps, Sabin nailing a spinning back kick to the gut to stop that and then nails a ensurguri! Then hitting the ropes as Shelly reels but then comes back and takes him down with a running closeline! He then quickly pulls Sabin up onto his feet and pulls him in and then nails the Shellshock! Covering for 1....2….3!!! “Alex Shelly has won the first fall” Finkle announces as both men lay out of it on the mats, Shelly the first to rise, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily as he now uses the corner ropes to pull himself up.
“Man that was a epic of a match in itself, but we still have two falls to go!” JR calls.
“Yeah but do they have anything left to give JR? This might be over quick is Shelly can hit another Shellshock or…” Shelly is now pulling himself up on the top rope “that!” King yells as he flies off with a frog splash…but Sabin moves! Shelly crashing into the mat and laying out cold as the crowd goes wild.
Sabin finally starts to stir, crawling towards the ropes and then pulling himself up and turning back to Shelly who has only just started to move. He then runs in, over him and rolls him up for 1…2…NO! But damn close to evening it up here. Sabin stands from that and waits for Shelly to rise, before reeling back and going for straight kick to the face, but Shelly ducks it and goes under rolling him up for 1…2…NO! Sabin rolls over hooking the legs for one of his own 1…2…NO! Both men break again and then stand, coming in for each other and trading shots back and forth, the crowd cheering for their man with each as their slowly slug away, out on their feet. Shelly then nails a hard kick to the gut and goes for a suplex but Sabin hooks the leg and stops it and then heaves him up, turning it for a falcon arrow! Covering for 1…2…NO! Shelly manages to kick out again! Sabin now stands and picks Shelly up, scoop slamming him down and heading out onto the apron and up onto the top rope. Flying off with a Shawn Michaels like diving elbow drop to the heart of Shelly and covering for 1…2…NO! Shelly still kicks out Shelly still kicks out! Sabin had nothing left, looking in desperation down at Alex and wiping his hand back, wiping the sweat back in his hair as he rises up. He then heads out onto the other side now and up onto the opposite top rope, going for it again…but Shelly is up, runs in up the ropes and grabs him, sending him off the top with a Super German Suplex!!! Both men crashing down hard into the mat as the crowd jump up and go berserk. Loud “This is Awesome!” Chants sound out as both men are just out of it, Shelly though then coming to and crawling over, throwing Sabin’s shoulder to the mat and slumping and arm over as he falls for 1…2…NO!!! Sabin kicks out! Again both men are out of it until eventually Shelly pulls himself up and cuts the air, pulling Sabin up and pulling him in for another Shellshock…but Sabin is able to roll back and reverse it into a roll up for 1…2…3!!! They break and fall away from each other as the crowd roars.
“Chris Sabin has captured the second fall; they are now at two a piece” Finkle announces to a cheer.
“Man oh man, what did I tell ya. They put so much into that first fall, I’m surprised the second lasted that long. We will have out and winner and champion in under a minuet now, I guarantee it!” King speaks as Shelly now rises to a seated position and then as the crowd cheers him on, he stands. He now manages to get onto his feet and calls for it again, going to finish it with a Shellshock…but Sabin manages to charge forward in the DDT position, tackling them both through the ropes and tumble to the outside. They then both push themselves up there, coming in and trading blows back and forth, Shelly then able to knee him hard in the gut and then goes for a kick, but Sabin catches it, so Shelly goes for the ensurguri, Sabin ducking it and pushing off as Shelly back sending him gut first into the security wall and hanging there. Sabin then gets to the guard wall, getting up onto it and then as security push the front rows back flies off with a spinning leg drop down onto Shelly’s head, sending them both fall into the crowd! The fans around them are going insane, in the ring the referee continuing to count, reaching 7.
“Oh no, no! No referee! Not on the third fall! It’s can’t end like this!” JR yells out to the ref.
8…Sabin is up and runs over the guard rail running as best he can with his battered body and slides into the ring at 9…he rises up on one knee looking at the referee as he looks back, obviously asking himself if he wants to go for the count out here. The referee looks back at him, obviously wondering the same and then goes to raise his arms…but Sabin rolls out of the ring breaking the count to a loud roar! Then chants of “Sabin! Sabin! Sabin!” Sound out.
“Yes Chris! He doesn’t want it to end like that! There must be a winner here! No more excuses, there will be a definitive winner here tonight!” JR calls.
“That moron! That idiot! Why didn’t he just take the count out! He might now lose his title because of that! To hell with the macho crap! What an idiot!” King shoots back.
Sabin though is going over towards Shelly, who is only just pulling himself up on the other side of the crowd wall, being slapped on the back by fans who are trying to be held back by security. He then sees Sabin coming in and runs up onto the wall, Sabin running as well, but Shelly takes off the guard wall and flies down into him with a diving closeline! Taking him out! The crowd goes insane for the move as multiple replays of it are shown. Finally Shelly rises and grabs Sabin, rolling him back into the ring. He wills his battered body on now up onto the top rope, Sabin rising in the ring and turning towards Shelly corner as he rises up on it and then…Sabin runs forward and nails him a few good time, joining him on the top rope and then under hooking the arms, flipping him in the under hook and driving him down with a SUPER SIT OUT TIGER BOMB! Driving him into the mat and keeping both legs hooked for 1…2…3!!!
The crowd explodes in applause as Sabin falls back to the mat in exhaustion and injury, his music hitting.
“Here is your winner and STILL World Wrestling Federation X Division Champion! Chris Sabin!” The crowd all gives a standing ovation for both men as they lay out on the canvas. Finally Sabin manages to get onto his feet, almost falling back into the referee as he hands him the championship belt.
“What more could anyone ask of these two men? This match was a classic, and hopefully now that they have this, that they have their definitive end they can put these last two months behind them and get back to being the best tag team in the business” JR calls.
Sabin celebrate with the fans for a moment, holding the belt up high but then finally stops and turns, seeing Shelly rising up and just stares, holding his belt on his shoulder. Shelly stumbling onto his feet as the music dies down. He is full of sorrow, almost looking on the verge of tears as he looks up and back as he former partner. All the hatred seeming to melt from Sabin’s eyes as he looks at him. He exhales and then comes towards him, extending his hand to a roar from the fans. Shelly looks at him to a moment, and then nods and takes it. The crowd giving a standing ovation as they shake hands.
“Yes! That is what we wanted to see! To hell with Mcmahon’s plan! It may take time, but hopefully now that this is out of their system, they know who is the better man they can once again be the friends they were” JR calls with pride as they come into a embrace, then break, not going too far with it. Shelly then nods as heads out of the ring, leaving Sabin in his limelight. He nods back and watching him leave before then turning back to the cheering crowd and holding his X Division title belt up high. Still the Champion.
We now cut to backstage and to Gene Okerlund standing by in front of two officials turning a tombola.
“Well Ladies and Gentleman, here we are. I am backstage here, where behind me is the lottery balls for next month’s Royal Rumble. Superstars have been in and out of here all evening drawing their numbers, but Mr. Mcmahon wanted a few superstars to have their numbers draw live on air here tonight. Let’s see whose turn it is…” Okerlund turns, moving out of the way of the camera to look across as Bryan Danielson walks in to a big cheer.
He adjusts the ROH Pure Championship on his shoulder, having retained it last night, the WWF Tag Team Championship around his waist. He looks very cock sure as, smirking as he watches the referees turning the tombola, coming to a stop. Bryan nods at them and opens it, reaching in and taking out of the plastic balls. He still has the smug smile on his face, looking down at the ball in his hands as Okerlund comes over.
“Bryan, while you’re here. In moments you defend the WWF Tag Team Championship against Legendary in The Rock and Hollywood Hogan. Any last minute thoughts?”
“No, same as I said on Monday. Tonight there overstuffed and overrated B movie stars go down,” Bryan replies, now opening the ball.
“But you did have one hell of a hard match last night, successfully defending the Pure Championship against former rival Kurt Angle. Are you…”
“I’m as fit as ever. I beat angle at last year’s Wrestlemania and hardly broke a sweat doing it last night. The Rock and Hogan will be half the challenge…”
“What about comments you made recently on ROH Television…”
“Gene! I say a lot of things to hype my matches now, please! Vince wanted the world to know my number so…let’s see shall we?”
“Oh yes, of course” Okerlund nods and looks down as Bryan reaches into the ball and takes out the paper, dropping the ball and opening it.
“NO!” He yells out, staring at the number with wide eyes “No! No! No!”
“What?” Okerlund asks, staring down at the paper and then soon looks like he understands. The camera man then walks over his shoulder and looks down at the paper seeing the number 1. The crowd react as Bryan continues to stare at it and again yells “No! No! No!!!”
“Hey Bryan!” The camera turns to see AJ Styles walking it, his tag title on his shoulder, to a cheer “come on, we got our match.”
“Do you see this crap? Number 1! Did you get your number?”
“Yeah, I guess even Vince has to obey TV time so mine was earlier.”
“What was it?”
“Why?”
“I want to know!” Bryan snaps at him.
“Why should I tell you anything? Last I heard apparently you hate being here and want to keep the Pure Championship forever so you can stay in ROH! What was that about?”
“Like I said to Okerlund here. I say a lot of things, just like when I compared you to their whore. I am just trying to get over, ya know. I bet if TNA started up and you went back there you would say the same” AJ just stares back without an answer “exactly! Now let’s go defend these titles.”
“Alright” AJ nods to him.
They then both turn and head out, Bryan slapping AJ on the back as they walk out of frame, Okerlund looking on.
“Still want to know your number” we hear Bryan says off screen.
“It’s a surprise” AJ replies, his voice trailing off, Gene looking on shaking his head. We then fade back to ringside.
Tag Team Championship
*Play Entrances with JR and King talking about match and prev. segment.*
As soon as the referee ring the bell AJ and Bryan run right across the ring right into Rock and Hogan and hammering into the them as the crowd goes wild, AJ and Bryan beating them back across the ring now fiercely. Rocks is the first who is able to block a shot and fires back but Hogan also does the same, if considerably more deliberately fighting back. The shots go back and forth as the referee now comes in and tries to separate them with little success. Rock now fires away on Bryan with his signature hands to the face, going for the final blow but Bryan is able to bring up a straight kick to the side of the head sending him falling face first into the mat. Meanwhile AJ blocks a shot from Hogan and drives him face first into the post, turning him around and starting to kick away at the chest with roundhouse kicks. Finally he breaks and starts to hammer away again, the referee coming in and pushing him back, another referee running out and finally order is restored. AJ is forced to one corner while Hogan and sent out in his.
The Rock raises his hand gesturing for AJ to Just Bring It. Styles walks towards the Rock. They now lock up, Rock kicking his legs out from under him and pushes AJ down to the ground. AJ gets up goes for Rock again running in with a flying forearm but Rock bottoms him in the gut and goes for the DDT, but AJ reverses that into a fisherman suplex bridge for 2. Rock gets out of that and stands then as AJ rises hammers into him, grabs his arms and backs him into the ropes, shooting him off and setting up for a backdrop but AJ manages to turn it into a swinging neckbreaker and go over, tagging in Bryan now. Bryan leaps over the top rope into the ring and runs in; grabbing the rising Rock is a reverse head lock as he goes to rise. Rock manages to force himself to stand and then throws Bryan off, Bryan avoiding the shot and grabbing the head of Rock, brining him in and nailing a European uppercut, and another sending Rock stumbling back into the corner then runs in and up him for the monkey flip. Rock crying out as he hits the mat, Bryan running in and down covering for 2. He then grabs Rock by the head bringing him up when Rock now starts to hammer into the gut, he then hammers into Bryan beating him back across the ring with his shots, going for the final one, looking up at his hand and going to deliver it when Bryan ducks it and turns running back with a closeline, Rock though ducks that and grabs Bryans arm as he ducks under pulling him in for the short arm closeline. Rock points at his head for that one, grinning out smugly to boos as he heads over and tags Hogan in. Hogan now picks up Bryan and fires away with his piston like right hands, beating Bryan back until Bryan manages to nail a knife edge chop to the chest and jump up hitting a dropkick sending Hogan back into the corner. He then stands and runs in with a splash but Hogan moves out of the way, Bryan hitting corner. Hogan then grabs him and throws him hard shoulder first into the ring post and follows up with a back suplex. Hogan then stands and picks Bryan up, setting him up and heaving him up into vertical suplex, holding him in the air for 10 seconds and then throwing him down to the mat. Hogan stands, cupping his ear towards the crowd to loud boos, wiping his hands as he walks past Bryan and goes over to tag Rock in now, Rock reaching out his hand. When Bryan stands and runs in, grabbing Hogan from behind and driving him down with the back cracker! Hogan now yells out holding his back and crawls over to the pleading rock when Bryan is up and pulls him back now driving an elbow into the hurt back and locking in a ground torture rack, pulling back on it and relishing as Hogan cries out in pain. Hogan looks in real trouble in the hold for almost 40 seconds when he is able to use his power to force himself out of it and pant as he tries to crawl away. Bryan now pulls up and beats away at him as he takes him to the corner and tags in AJ. The two then grabs Hogan and double suplex him, following by AJ hitting a jumping fist into the head of the immortal one. AJ now drags him onto into the seated position and hits the ropes coming back with a low running dropkick sending him back down and covering for a 2 count. AJ now stands and heads over to the corner, climbing up onto the top rope. But Hogan is up and runs into the ropes, sending AJ to straddle the turnbuckle hard! The crowd reacting as Hogan comes in favoring his back and grabs AJ with both hands throwing him off and down into the mat. He then walks over, using the ropes at first to get over and tag in the Rock.
Rock comes in and gestures for AJ to rise, running in and nailing a hard shot that sends him down, AJ falls down then gets up right into another running shot sending him down and then another. When he rises again now Rock grabs his arms and back into the ropes shooting him off and then coming in, but AJ is able to jump up and leapfrog over him then hit the other ropes, running in. Rock swinging with the closeline but AJ rolls underneath it to stand behind him and nailing and jumping side kick to the back of the head sending him falling to the mat. He then pulls Rock over onto his back and hits the spinning leg drop before rising and tagging in Bryan again now. Bryan now pulls Rock up and hits a German Suplex into a bridge for 2. A snap suplex for 2. A back suplex for 2. He then runs for the ropes coming in on the rising Rock, when Rock snaps to life, throws him over and drives him down with a Samoan drop! When finally he stands he now puts the boots to Bryan on the mat before coming in and tagging Hogan back in. Hogan now waits for Bryan to rise before hammering him back down a couple of times, then grabbing the head and forcing him back into the corner, bringing up his foot and choking Bryan with it in the corner until the referee counts and gets 4 before he breaks. Hogan spits back down at him to shut up as he grabs Bryan and then drives him down with a scoop slam, hitting the ropes and dropping an elbow…but Bryan moves, Hogan really tweaking his elbow as he hits the back hard. He sneers at this and then stands, coming in and grabbing the head of Bryan pulling him back towards him by the hair, going to fire away on him again with a right hand when Bryan nails a hard chop to the chest to beat him off and then a European uppercut sending him down. He then turns and goes to tag AJ back in as he reaches out for the tag, Hogan though is up and has the leg pulling Bryan back into a hard right fist sending him back down to the mat. Hollywood then grabs Bryan’s arm, kicks away at him and then drags him towards his corner and tags in Rock.
Rock slaps Hogan on the back as he enters and starts to viciously stomp away on the downed Bryan. He then picks him up and sets him up for the DDT again, when AJ yells out and drives him forward back into the corner taking out the referee between the bodies and the post. AJ looks down in concern at the fallen ref and then turns into Rock who drives him down with a kick out DDT. He then stands and yells out for Hogan to get a belt. Hogan nods and now steps down off the apron, going over and tugging a tag title out of the timekeepers hand and then coming back with it, throwing it up and into the hands of Rock who turns with it. Bryan now comes into the ring, running for the Rock when wham! He nails him with the title belt. Rock trash talks down at him as he turns around right into AJ delivers a shift kicks to the side of Rock’s head sending him down. AJ then pulls Rock up and then drives him down with a fisherman buster. He then looks over seeing the referee still down and goes and grabs the title belt, heading up onto the top rope with it positioning it and flying off with a belt assisted frog splash to the chest of the great one! He then throws the evidence out of the ring and yells for the referee to wake up. Finally the ref does indeed come to, crawling over and counting 1….2….NO!!! The crowd let out a massive sound of disappointment as the Rock kicks out.
AJ now stands and picks Rock up setting him up for the Styles Clash, hooking him when Rock grabs the legs and trips him down with them, kicking him in the gut through the legs and then locks in the Scorpion King Deathlock, AJ though able to twist and send him off before he gets it fully locked in, sending him into the ropes and then kipping up and running in with a flying forearm, but Rock side steps it and sends AJ chest first into the ropes and on the rebound grabbing him and driving him into the mat with a spine buster. He then stands and heads over, kicking the leg in the crowd starts to boo and jeer heavily, the noise growing as he starts to removes his elbow pad, spitting on it and throwing it onto AJ then hitting the ropes, kicking out the leg and nailing the Hollywood Elbow for 1…2…NO! Bryan is back and breaks it up with a diving forearm. He then walks over still woozy from the belt shot when Rocks stands, running in and hammering him down from behind into the corner and booting away at him there until the referee comes and forces him back across the ring, Bryan rolling out under the bottom rope holding his chest in pain. Rock then turns around right into the Pele Kick! AJ hooking the leg for 1…2…NO!!! Hogan breaks it up. Hogan sneering as he gets back up onto the apron and holds out his arm for Rock to tag. AJ though the first to rise and heads to the top rope, rising up as Rock stands and flying off right into a bit boot to the gut followed by a snap DDT driving him head into the mat. Rock then pants and winces as he turns over and now crawls slowly towards his corner, pulling himself up on the ropes and tagging Hogan in now. Hogan runs in with a full head of steam, grabbing the rising AJ and firing away on him with hard shot to the head beating him back and then nailing the reverse atomic drop followed by the scoop slam. AJ then uses the ropes to stand from that and turns right into a big boot, Hogan then hitting the ropes and coming back dropping the big leg drop for 1…2…NO!!! Bryan is back and breaks up with a knee drop to the back of the head. Hogan yelling out and pointing for the referee to get him back as indeed Bryan is forced back into his corner, but behind Hogan AJ is now moving and grabs him rolling him up for 1…2…NO!!! Hogan just manages to get out of it.
He then stands and comes in picking AJ up when AJ goes to blast him with a kick, Hogan catching it but then AJ kicking up the other leg into the head for the ensurguri knocking Hogan down hard to a loud cheer. AJ now starts to the crawl, the fans clapping and stomping him on as he moves slow at first and then faster coming over and…tagging in Bryan. Bryan running in to a loud cheer and as Hogan gets into the seated position starts to kick away furiously with hard kicks to the chest, then nails the final one into the head sending him down to the mat. He then turns him over and hooks the arms, going to lock in Cattle Mutilation but Hogan is able to wriggle his arms free and push him off. Hogan then rising as Bryan comes in and nails a European uppercut, following by grabbing the arm and forcing him down into the mat locking in the label lock! The crowd standing with a roar and yelling for Hogan to tap out, when wham! The Rock drops an elbow into the back of Bryans head to break it up. That brings in AJ now running in and hammering Rock back. Bryan standing and turning going to pick up Hogan when Hogan pushes bring sending him falling back. Bryan coming in yelling out as he swings for a mighty kick, but Hogan ducks and grabs him, nailing the big boot and then hitting the ropes, coming back for the big leg drop, but Bryan moves, Hogan hitting mat. Bryan slumps over the crowd now clapping and stomping, willing him on and he manages to get across the ring, leaping up and tagging in AJ to a huge roar. But as he does Hogan has manages to get over and tag the Rock back in. Both run across the ring and right into each other, trading shots back and forth until Rock manages to get a kick to the gut and grabs the arm, Irish whipping him into the ropes, then ducks duck, but AJ manages to roll over his back to stand, waits for Rock to turns and then nails a hard roundhouse kick to the face. Rock falls back as AJ runs in for and then drops back, hitting a Pele Kick! Covering for 1…2…NO! Hogan is back and breaks it up again! But now Bryan has had enough of that, running across the ring and hitting the running knee sending Hollywood out of the ring. Hogan rise up their as Bryan runs the ring and then down onto him with a cross body plancha.
Back in the ring AJ now positions Rock for Styles Clash again, but Rock is able to send him over with a back body drop and then ducks down waiting, AJ rising and turning being and hooked and drive down with the Rock Bottom! Coming in to cover. On the outside Bryan sees this and goes to get in, but Hogan grabs him off the apron and pulls him down, hammering into him as Rock covers for 1…2…3!!!
Loud thunderous boos as the Rock’s music hits.
“Here are you winners and NEW World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! The Rock and Hollywood Hogan! Legendary!” Finkle announces to louder boos.
“No!” JR calls out.
Rock rises with a huge grin on his face, turning to the referee as he brings in the title belts. On the outside Hogan is overjoyed himself, Bryan not even bothered to stop Hogan as he heads into the ring, just bending over and shaking his head. Hogan comes in, grinning from ear to ear, as is the Rock, as he takes a tag title from the referee. Rock taking the over and then hold them up to louder boos, the referee raising their hands.
“Well, I might not like it, but they did it. Fair and square they beat them and are the new Tag Team Champions” JR calls as they continues to celebrate.
Rock then tags his title and head up onto the corner, his Brahma bull belt in one hand and the tag title in the other and then throwing it back in his signature pose. Hogan standing in next to him the ring and holding up his belts high in both hands. Boos sounding out as they hold that pose, the grins not having been wiped off their face. They then stand down, look over at AJ who is sitting with his head in his hands, then looking over and smuggling grinning at Danielson, who looks pissed. They then leave, taking the tag team titles with them, an official belt a piece added to their display ones.
The music now dies as Bryan enters the ring, looking over at AJ as he now pulls himself up. Bryan just sighs and shakes his head at him, looking like he going to say something, but then stops himself, looking away and then back up at him again with a look of extreme annoyance. AJ just shaking his own head and yelling out that he is sorry, that he couldn’t do anymore. Bryan yells something as look away again, kicking the corner padding. He then slowly looks back at him, sneering at him. AJ yelling again that he sorry.
“Wow, Bryan looks really upset here” King comments.
“He took a lot of pride in being a double champion” JR replies.
Bryan and AJ just stare at each other, looking like something is about to go down here for a moment. But Bryan then relaxes, shaking his head and then coming in extending his hand, nodding and saying something about being sorry and understanding. AJ nods back in and reaches out his hand to meet Bryans, but then Bryan nails him with a kick to the head! Taking him out! The crowd booing as Bryan stands there, sneering down at the out cold Styles.
“What? No! Why Bryan? Damit!” JR yells at him.
He then drops down and locks in Cattle Mutilation, AJ coming to with a start and yelling in agonizing pain in the hold! The bell rings over and over, referees filling the ring and they try to get Bryan to break it, trying to pull him off. Bryan refuses, keeping it on, AJ’s screaming now silenced as he passes out. Bryan finally letting go and letting him slump to the mat, standing and looking back over the zebra shifts with a sneer down at his former partner, a sly grin now creeping across his face. He then heads over to the main official, snatching his Pure title from him and then holds it up and yells out “YES! YES! YES!” Pointing both hands in the air as he holds the title up. The crowd now are booing heavily back at him as he turns now to AJ, yelling down at him as he holds up the title “YES! YES! YES!” He then comes in, getting one last boot to the head before being dragged back by officials. He yells “YES!” In one of their faces before then finally head out the ring. The crowd still booing heavily at him, he even gets in the faces of a few on the ramp, yelling “YES! YES! YES!” In their faces, then backing off up the ramp and yelling it all the way, pumping his title up and then finally heading to the back. In the ring officials tending to the out cold Styles.
“Well, this is a damn shame. These two were one of the best tag teams all year and now…this. Damn Bryan, I really do not understand this” JR says as we fade out.
We now fade to the backstage drawing area with Gene Okerlund, who looks flabbergasted.
“Well…Ladies and Gentleman, I will try and get a word with Bryan Danielson as soon as I can. But I guess…well…I guess we better get on with the drawing. As you can see behind me Wade Barrett is drawing his pick.”
The crowd cheers loudly for Barrett as Okerlund walks over Barrett who is already taking his ball out of the box. Opening it and taking out, unfolding the paper as Gene walks up.
“Barrett! Wade! Well first we of course know that if you win your Championship match next then you will have to give up this number to another competitor.”
“Obviously,” Barrett nods with a smile as he looks down at his number and nods, seeming to be fine with it.
“What did you get?” Okerlund asks, leaning in to see.
Barrett holds up his number to the camera as he says it “23.”
“Well, at least we know that Mr. Mcmahon isn’t fixing it then. I mean how could he with everyone picking tonight on and off camera, but…”
“But its Vince” Wade nods.
“Indeed. But that a very good number, you must be pleased.”
“Well of course. But it’s beside the point” he throws the number away “because I don’t need it! Because tonight I am going to beat John Cena, do a favor for all of us and take back MY World Wrestling Federation Championship.”
With that he walks off, Okerlund looking like he wants to ask more but stopping and turning, the crowd roaring as Samoa Joe walks in. Gene now running up to him as he goes to reach in “Joe! Joe! Now you are the last to pick you number, so whatever number is left will be yours.”
“Yeah…”Joe sneers as he reaches in and takes out the final ball, ripping it open and pulling out the paper to read it. Before Okerlund can ask he holds it up, the number on it is 17.
“Well, you must be happy with that. Especially for a last pick.”
“Not really” Joe replies “I wanted to be number 1.”
“Why?” Gene frowns.
“So I can tear through all of them” The crowd cheer to that “can I go now?”
“Oh yes of course. Good luck next month Joe. And I am sure you will be watching next.”
“Yeah…” Joe sneers and then walks off, Okerlund now turning back to the camera.
“Well Ladies and Gentleman, I am being told that we are out of time here. I will try and get a word with Bryan Danielson before the night is out. But for now, it’s time for our Main Event. Back to you JR and King.”