Post by xX(Ηunter)Xx on Feb 15, 2011 19:59:24 GMT -5
First off, I need to thank the ENTIRE staffing for every bit of help they've gave me. Unfortunately, due to Sam's absence, everything has been backed up a fair bit. However, the results are FINALLY going up, and after this week, we're doing non-stop joint shows until it can all be split into two brands. I'd also like to thank people for being immensely patient. I'm truely, very sorry if these results are not up to par, however this issue SHOULD be rectified immediately after the posting of this.
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The match starts as all five women stand around the ring center, staring each other down and waiting for the first move. The crowd gets on their feet in excitement for the match to begin, the tension building as the energy for the first match to kick off grows and grows. Finally, Catalina Mendoza and Sydney Kendall kick off the match, charging full speed and colliding in the center of the ring with a clothesline to each other, grounding both of them and initiating a brawl with the other Femme Fatales and getting a pop from the crowd. Chaos continues for a while as all the wrestlers start going at it in the center; after a few seconds, the Jessica Mendoza and Trixie Callaway emerge from the pile and head towards a corner, Callaway getting the upper hand with a few hits to the abdomen.
The camera cuts to the other side of the ring where Catalina and Sydney continue their brawl. Catalina lands a few blows and Irish whips Sydney off the ropes and goes for a dropkick before Sydney catches her legs and stops the offense. Sydney lands an ax kick to the midsection and pulls a dazed Catalina up and prepares for the Syd Effect (Styles Clash)! Before she can complete the set up, Nicki Minaj races from the corner and lands a forearm to the head of Sydney to break up the finisher attempt. Sydney gets tripped up by the slumped body of Catalina and falls right into Trixie Callaway. Callway, seemingly upset about the interruption, turns her attention to Sydney. The "Princess of Punx" grabs at the hair of Kendall but before she can land a move, Jessica runs from the turnbuckle and pulls Trixie and Sydney down with a running bulldog!
The camera cuts back to Catalina and Nicki battling in the opposite corner, Catalina with the upperhand. Catalina lands a hard elbow to the face of Nicki and brings her to the ground in pain. Pandering to the crowd, Catalina heads up the turnbuckle and turns to the recovering Minaj, flying off and looking for a hard clothesline; the "Harajuku Barbie" fights through the pain and surprises everyone by landing a spinning heel kick to the face of Catalina, leaving her on the ground seemingly out cold. Not content with the current state, Minaj picks up Catalina with the full-nelson, lifting her off the ground with a twist and lands the "Pink Friday" flapjack, sealing the fate of Catalina and curling her up for the 3-count, getting a pop from the crowd for the first elimination of the night.
The crowd explodes again as Minaj gets up and runs over to the tired out Jessica, hoping to take advantage; she hooks her arm around the head of Mendoza and looks to the ropes to hit the Massive Attack (Stratusfaction); as she jumps for the ropes, however, the move is broken up as Sydney Kendall runs and shoves Jessica, CATAPULTING the "Harajuku Barbie" over the top rope and onto the floor! The crowd explodes at the situation as Sydney is stuck landing a few kicks to the still-down Mendoza before Trixie Callaway surprises Kendall with a Russian leg sweep! Trixie gets up and looks poised above Kendall who stumbles up to her feet and trips onto the back of Trixie and gets landed with "Trix ain't for Kids" (vertabreaker) and is curled up for the 3-count, the crowd exploding for the stylish second elimination.
Nicki Minaj slowly climbs back into the ring and gets picked up by the hair by Trixie. Minaj fights back with a few shots and releases the hold, quickly getting in the ring and tackling Trixie to the ground and landing a few good punches. Mid-punch, however, Trixie catches the arm of Minaj and goes to lock-in the X (Gogoplata)! The crowd gets excited as the "Harajuku Barbie" struggles to not get trapped in and is saved by Jessica Mendoza who runs and slides into the head of Callaway. Minaj takes advantage and rolls out of the ring, hoping to recover. Jessica and Trixie tie up in the ring, Trixie getting the advantage and Irish whips Jessica into a corner. Trixie runs and hopes to hit a clothesline but receives a boot to the face for her trouble. Stumbling back, Jessica quickly jumps to the second-rope and flies off with a no strings attached (flying forearm smash) and brings them both to the ground. Upon getting up, Trixie get another hit with the scratching post (eye rake) and lands on the ropes, holding her face. The crowd gets excited as Jessica rushes off the opposite end and lands the 187 (619), sending Trixie flying back. Jessica quickly runs back into the ring and sets up, Trixie turning around INTO A "SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST" SUPERKICK! The crowd explodes as Jessica collapses on Trixie for another 3-count, leaving her and the "Harajuku Barbie" remaining.
Nicki Minaj slides into the ring and engages in a staredown with Mendoza. Both competitors get to their feet as the crowd goes crazy with excitement! Finally, a lock-up in the center of the ring begins, both Femme Fatales using all their remaining strength to gain the upperhand. Finally it's Minaj, pushing Jessica to the turnbuckle and ends the struggle with a knee to the abdomen of Mendoza. Landing a few punches to the face, Minaj sets up for a spinning heel kick; Jessica ducks under and hooks the arm of Minaj for a swift hip toss, follow by a headlock on the ground. Minaj grabs the nearby ropes and forces a break and a kick to the back by an upset Mendoza. Jessica grasps the hair of Minaj and looks to toss her but Minaj breaks out of it with punches to the face of Mendoza before another hit to the midsection sets up for a bridging Northern Lights suplex! 1-2-NO! Kick out by Mendoza that forces Minaj to get a headlock on Jessica to remain in control. Jessica fights hard as the crowd cheers on the excellent athleticism of both women. Finally, Jessica gets to her feet and with elbows she breaks out of the lock. When Minaj tries to gain control again she gets a HARD slap in the face, the crowd reacting to the impact with surprise.
Minaj turns, her face upset by the surprise and looks for a standing headscissors takedown, but Jessica gains control of the "Harajuku Barbie" and lands a hard powerbomb, holding for the pin! 1-2-NO AGAIN! The crowd cheers on both women who seem exhausted by this point of the match. Minaj is on her feet first and goes for the hair of Mendoza, who plays possum and gives a hard kick to the shin of Nicki, grounding her yet again. Almost as quick as lightning, Jessica grabs hold and rolls both her and Minaj closer to the center of the ring; once there, Jessica wraps THE LEG AROUND MINAJ AND LOCKS THE KAMASUTRA (Kogi Clutch) IN! The crowd explodes waiting to see the end, Minaj fighting hard to get to the ropes. The more she struggles, the more pressure Mendoza puts on the neck of Minaj who fights... fights... AND TAPS!
Superstar Singles Match: Justin Gabriel vs Cody Rhodes[/u]
Gabriel and Cody start of strong, immediately with a tie up, fighting for position, the two fight and fight till they're locked up in the corner, neither man letting go, the ref starts the count. 1,2,3,4 finally they let go and Rhodes quickly hits a thumb to the eye.
Gabriel turns his back and covers his face, which allows Rhodes to quickly chop block Gabriel to the mat and follow through with a strong knee, as well as a leg scissors to the neck. Cody adds pressure, but Gabriel quickly kips up out of it and kicks Cody straight in the face.
Cody's eyes widen and he shouts out angrily, rolling out of the ring and to the announce table, grabbing his jacket and and holding up the back of it, rubbing his face examining it closely, getting angrier and angrier by the second.
Annoyed he tosses his jacket to the table and rushes into the ring, immediately trading blows with Gabriel, the two trade right after right with no sign of stopping, the ref has no choice but to throw the match out, calling it a double DQ.
As soon as the ref's call is made, The countdown begins. 5...4...3...2...1 Out comes the new General Manager of Warzone, Chris Jericho. Standing up on the ramp, mic in hand he just shakes his head.
"Nope, no way, there is no way, this match is ending in a double disqualification. I don't like it I'm sure the fans don't like it, most importantly neither of you like it. So here's what's going to happen. Since this is just like any other match of the night, Fight vs Warzone, we need a winner. And would you look at that? I'm a General Manager, I have authority, guess what I can do?
Hey! Monkey in the ref gear, restart the match, and hmm, no disqualification..."
Jericho grins to himself and heads back to his office, as Cody quickly hooks Gabriel's neck from behind setting up the Cross Rhodes. Gabriel however, spins out of it and connects with another impactful right kick to Cody's jaw, this one seemingly knocking him out. Cody falls to his knees, then his chest, flat on his stomach.
Gabriel quickly rolls over Cody and ascends the top rope, standing tall and staring down at Cody. Gabriel takes a deep breath before leaning forward and attempting his 450. Cody, instinctively gets his knees up, and Gabriel's stomach crashes down, while Cody quickly shifts his body and rolls up Gabriel, hooking the tight and getting the 3.
Ivory's music begins to play for the first time of the evening and she emerges from the curtain and throws her arms up in the air with her purple scarf blowing in the breeze.
With a smile on her face she walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes and accepts the microphone being offered to her by one of the production team and parades around the ring for a moment before coming to a halt in the middle of the ring.
Ivory: Well you're not boo'ing me yet so I guess that's a good sign.
Ivory laughs and it echoes throughout the arena. She pauses as the crowd continues to cheer and as they begin to settle down, she continues.
Ivory: Look we have a fantastic show lined up for you this evening and I'm sure that this company is going to do nothing but rise to the top and beat the pants off of any other production out there. It's because of people like you and the Superstars and Femme Fatale's of Monday Night Warzone right?
A harmless pitch for Warzone couldn't hurt, so Ivory decided to go for it, besides this was the perfect opportunity to motivate her roster.
Ivory: Sure we have two brands but we all know that Monday Nights are going to be the flagship brand around here, and why not my roster has class while Rocky's well they are all getting fat and lazy eating...pie! This month we are going to show them why Friday Night pails in comparison to what Monday's has to offer. That being said there is a heck of a lot to do around this place and it's a lot for one woman to shoulder alone so I've gone out and recruited a little help he's a man that needs no introduction really so I'll just let him come out and Wow you. Please welcome my new General Manager for Monday Nights...an no he's not Chyna...so without further delay, hit the music.
Right as the countdown boils down to zero, the crowd erupts in a massive outbreak of cheers. The camera pans into Jericho's back, and zooms slowly out, showing his signature pose. Just standing there for a minute, holding still, Jericho slowly turns around and flashes a huge grin down to the ring, turning around fully, he cockily walks down the ramp, looking into the crowd. Inching his way up the stairs, and through the middle rope, he climbs up to the turnbuckle and beats his chest quickly, hoping off and grabbing a mic waiting for the cheers to die down, before speaking. He holds the mic up to his lips and shouts loudly.
"..WELCOME TO..THE JERIZONE~~~"
Jericho smiles widely and looks to Ivory, nodding in assurance, he paces slowly back and forth inside the ring.
"Now now, I know alot of you aren't very surprised, alot of internet sheets spoiled my role in our news station. Otherwise known as EWN. But fear not, Chris Jericho always has an ace up his sleeve. And what you may have already known, I'll do you one better."
Jericho runs his fingers through his hair and wipes his face, speaking more clearly.
"Chris Jericho is not only the General Manager of Warzone. I'm also an in ring competitor. Much like Rock, and what that means is, if there's a problem, I don't care if you're an assclown, a jabroni, a pepperoni, a trashbag, a turnbuckle post, a banana peel, a porn star, a two dollar bill, or even the president of the United States of America, I will step in the ring and school you like your mommy did your daddy, or vice versa. it really doesn't make a difference to me."
Ivory: Nor does it make a difference to me. That's why I chose Chris here, he's a man that will support my decisions and has his own mind but will also enforce our best interest for Monday Nights. I've watched this man do his thing for years and I couldn't think of anyone more suited for the job. That being said Chris since tonight is our night and Rocky will be in charge next week...what chaos...I mean...what management ideas do you have for tonight?
Jericho shrugs lightly and turns his attention fully to Ivory.
"I have plans, but if I told you all my plans right now, then the element of surprise is gone, but, as General Manager, anything and everything I do, will have a purpose, with that being said, the only thing I really am gonna do to night is pull Mrs Milyna Max from the opener, for reasons I'm not going to disclose, but for now, I say we let the madness unfold itself tonight."
Ivory: Why that's absolutely perfect and with that being said I shall take my leave as there is something I must go do in the back.
Ivory nods as Chris as she exits the ring and heads over to the corner and steps through the ring ropes and walks gingerly down the stairs. She heads up the ramp and doesn't look back because there is no need to, the show is in very capable hands right now. Looking into the crowd, Jericho leans over the ropes and just looks into the audience, all of which are in anticipation, Jericho just nods and pauses for a few more minutes, moving to the center of the ring, he holds the mic up and nods speaks once more excitedly into it.
"..And now let the madness begin!!"
Jericho grins widely and tosses his mic aside, getting out of the ring and heading to the back to his office.
Superstar Tag Team Match: Royal Anarchy vs All American Heroes
Before the match gets underway, both teams stand in their corners and talk amongst themselves, deciding on which of the two will start the match. The four men unable to decide properly, shrug it off and immediately start a brawl with one another. Fear and Angle hit the ground and go the MMA route, Kurt mounting Fear, hitting him with strong forearms, Fear blocking skillfully.
On the other side of the ring, Swagger and Sam go the technical route, and begin rolling around the mat, Sam with a gator grip around Swagger, squeezing him with his arms as tight as he can, Sam begins to follow his partner and go with some MMA, kneeing the back of Swaggers head as he has his clutch on him.
The Referee lost and confused as to what to do, just stands there and doesn't even think to throw the match out. The Ref moves to the corner and watches on, as the teams battle.
After a good few minutes of the team battling it out evenly, all four men worn and fatigued the ref shakes his head and finally reaches down to break the teams up. Fear rolls under the bottom rope and catches a breath, Swagger makes it to his feet. Swagger kicks Sam in the gut and sets up for the Gutwrench Powerbomb. Fear quickly trips Angle and rushes into the ring as Swagger has Sam up in the air. Right as Sam and Swagger come down, Fear connects with a powerful Yakuza Kick to Swaggers skull, proud of his work, Fear nods and stares down at Sam and Swagger.
Forgetting about Angle, he rushes into the ring, and hits an impactful Angle Slam on Fear, quickly rolling him over for the three.
Superstar Singles Match: Jayson Mitchell vs Matt Sydal
The match kicks off with Jayson pacing around the ring, Sydal following. Mitchell looks somewhat overconfident as he closes in, locking up with Matt before shoving him across the ring. Sydal goes up onto a crouch on his toes, fingers of one hand on the mat, he charges up suddenly. Jayson goes for a clothesline, however Sydal ducks it, hitting the far ropes. On the rebound, Mitchell tries a sudden kick to the legs, however Matt jumps the sweep, hitting the canvass and running once more, rebounding off of the far ropes, charging back and jumping. As Mitchell turns, his head is caught, Matt wrapping legs around his legs around the neck of Jayson, throwing himself back, sending Jayson across the ring with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheer as Mitchell stands, turning and glaring at Matt, having not expected as such, the underestimation standing out.
Sydal paces in, Mitchell locking up with him once more, getting the upper hand, he grabs Sydal, twisting him around and dropping in a neckbreaker, suddenly trying a cover, however the kick out is at one. Jayson quickly gets to his feet, stomping Sydal's chest before dragging him in, tucking Matt's head in position for a DDT before shifting it into a Suplex, lifting Sydal up and dropping him forward, sitting out for a faceplanting gordbuster. Matt rolls, holding his face, pulling himself to his feet, however as he turns, Mitchell sets up, catching Sydal with a jumping cutter. Straight away, he goes for the cover, however only two this time.
Frustration sets in as Mitchell gets to his feet, looking around the arena, he steps to the head of Sydal, doubling over to pull Matt to his feet - only to find Matt's legs coming up, wrapping around his head once again and tossing him forward, sending Jayson in a run across the ring. Sydal jumps to his feet and, closing the distance, suddenly connects with a jump spinning back kick to the face, sending Mitchell into and off of the ropes, back into a pain inducing knee to the jaw. Jayson hits the mat fast, holding his chin, Sydal setting up and planting a very quick standing moonsault, beginning to pin Mitchell. However, it only leads to a two, being forced to roll off. Sydal gets to his feet, pacing off to get a little distance for a run.
Unfortunately for him, Mitchell climbs to his feet, running up and forcing him down with a reverse DDT, bouncing Sydal's head against the canvass with a solid thud, making him roll off, kneeling up a little with a wince. Jayson grins, grabbing Matt, he drags him back to his feet, kneeing his stomach before pulling him up onto the shoulders of Matt, holding him in position, lining it up for an Injustice. Sydal kicks furiously before he manages to crawl off, shoving Jayson across the ring and into the corner. Sydal runs up and jumps, crashing both knees against the face of Mitchell before using that to roll over the ropes, holding on to stand on the apron, shoving Jayson, sending him rolling onto his back. Hopping to the top, Sydal lines up, holding the top ropes in his hands, feet on the turnbuckle, he suddenly jumps out and forward, throwing his body in a backflip before connecting stomach to stomach with a Fall From Grace (Shooting Star Press), scoring the one, two, three.
At first, the crowd go silent as nothing happens, waiting for a moment, tension rising - as the lights cut out, and music hitting. Before they know it, they know who it is, the introduction to it giving away the trick - however a new theme to say the least.
After a few moments, from behind the curtain, pressed on my the loud cheers, almost drowning out his music, The Rock stands at the top of the ramp, shaking just his shoulders, in the way that only The Rock can, a grin on his face as he stands in jeans and a t-shirt, beginning to head down the ramp to the ring. People reach out to shake his hand, met with a confident nod, the Great One approaching the ring. Climbing the steps, he begins to pull his t-shirt off, throwing it out into the crowd - leaving him in a sleeveless that he had put on underneath - before raising his arm to the air, fist closed, looking around himself. He climbs down into the ring, heading to the far corner, climbing to the second rope and taking in a breath, looking up to the ceiling with eyes closed, a grin on his face. His music eventually cut as he was given a mic, standing in the centre of the ring, looking around himself, waiting as he laughed, finally raising the mic to his lips.
"FINALLY..THE ROCK! HAS COME BACK! To New York! And what a night it is, hey! The Rock is here with you LIVE people! On what is soon to be, the most electrifying night, in ALL of the wrestling world!"
The crowd go to chant and cheer, however they're suddenly cut off as The Great One quickly jumps back in, not quite finished yet.
"Woahwoahwoah but wait! It's not JUST as great as you all think! Tonight, we got battles, we got brawls, we got a bunch of hot, almost nekkid ladies fightin' to get The Rock's attention for his strudel! And! For one night, for one special night, for the fans and the people, for the world and the universe, tonight in Madison Square Garden, The Rock will be back in action tonight!"
The crowd begin to cheer once again, erupting as they scream, excited to see the man himself back in action for a night.
"That's right, baby! It's gonna be The Rock, goin' toe to toe with a couple of monkeys, wanting, dying, just ACHING to make a name for themselves, even if it means getting their asses whooped like a couple of bitches!"
color=grey]The crowd go to chant and cheer, however they're suddenly cut off as The Great One quickly jumps back in, not quite finished yet.[/color]
"Woahwoahwoah but wait! It's not JUST as great as you all think! Tonight, we got battles, we got brawls, we got a bunch of hot, almost nekkid ladies fightin' to get The Rock's attention for his strudel! And! For one night, for one special night, for the fans and the people, for the world and the universe, tonight in Madison Square Garden, The Rock will be back in action tonight!"
The crowd begin to cheer once again, erupting as they scream, excited to see the man himself back in action for a night.
"That's right, baby! It's gonna be The Rock, goin' toe to toe with a couple of monkeys, wanting, dying, just ACHING to make a name for themselves, even if it means getting their asses whooped like a couple of bitches!"
Right as soon as Rock finishes his sentence.
Edge's theme strikes, and roars through the arena, he comes rushing out through the smoke, rushing to one side of the stage, shouting at the crowd, energetic, backing up and rushing to the other side, crouching down and shouting out at them, finally backing up and walking down the ramp eyeing the rock, finally he stops and hits his pose, his pyro shoots off, and he takes a deep breath, standing tall, and rushing to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and walking past the Rock, posing up top on the turnbuckle looking into the crowd.
Hoping off the turnbuckle and grabbing a mic, Edge stands right in front of Rock and grins looking into the crowd, roaring loudly at both Rock and Edge, he brings the mics to his lips.
"Did I hear that right? Looking to make a name for ourselves by getting whooped by you? Okay Okay, look, you're epic in all, you're one of the greatest of all times, but come on, really? I'm just now making a name for myself?"
As Edge speaks, Rock leans out to the officials, pointing to Edge with a thumb over his shoulder - lips reading to ask who he was and how he got there. Eventually he turned back, staring Edge down, eye to eye, he focused on him, slowly raising his mic, looking away to the mat, laughing a little to himself.
"Who..in the blue HELL..are you?"
The crowd laugh and cheer as Rock begins to pace a little, watching Edge with a smirk - leaving him visually frustrated before he begins to talk once more, eyeing up the man who had decided to interupt him.
"Nahnahnahwait! The Rock knows who you are! Yeah! The Rock knows! You're Corner, right?! Yeah! Corner, I remember you, back in The Rock's day, you were runnin' around with the fat gay vampire and your buddy! Hindu, right?! C&H! The Rock remembers, you both runnin' around with your long blonde hair, wearin' goofy glasses, smackin' each others asses with a towel in the shower! Hey, listen, The Rock knows you both liked each others strudel, The Rock got nothin' against you both havin' man love, jus' keep that funky ass stuff away from The Great One, ugh..
As Rock shudders, stepping away and shaking his head, the crowd continue to laugh and cheer - the man they always knew. He takes a moment before he turns back to Edge, raising the mic back to his lips, raising his brow high.
"But seriously, what is it you think you're exactly provin' by interuptin' The Rock?"
"ahah hahah, you've got jokes, ha. Oh man you're just so cute. I'm a 10 time world heavyweight champion, that's more than you, Oh great one. But you know what, enough of this, we can do this all day long. The fact of the matter is, Rock, you run Friday Night Fight. When I signed my EWN contract, you took it within a blink of an eye. So I have a proposition for you."
Edge shakes his head and tries to ignore past comments and keep cool straight to business, he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a minute before continuing to speak.
"You're not a wrestler anymore, you run Friday Nights. And from what I understand, we're gonna be fighting for the flagship spot. Warzone against Fight, right? Rock, let me lead Fight, you name me head of this brand and I promise you, this time next month, people will be talking about Fight, looking forward to fight, Rock, I promise you, we will be flagship."
"Are you done? Are ya finished? Good, because The Rock has somethin' to say, and The Rock says this: It doesn't MATTER what you've done! The Rock doesn't care how many times you've held a title, The Rock doesn't care how big you think you are, and The Rock knows if you ever try to show him up like that again, he'll take that mic..turn it sideways..shine it up real good..and then shove it, straight up your candy ass!"
The crowd erupt in cheers once more, Rock grinning as he watches Edge run his hand through his hair, shaking his head as the frustration levels build. Pacing a little again, Rock watches with a smirk, reaching into his pocket, popping some chewing gum from a wrapper and putting it in his mouth, biting in long chews.
"This isn'!-"
"Woahwoahwoah! Shh! They are chanting The Rock's name, for ten seconds!"
He raises the mic into the air, pointing it out into the crowd as they begin to chantl; "ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!" In the meantime, Rock raises his free hand, beginning to count the seconds with each finger, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. As the chants reach the ten mark, he flattens his hands out, cutting the crowd shout as he brings the mic back to his mouth.
"Now, you wanna lead The Rock's brand into battle, right? You wanna be the pinacle of The Rock's creed, the top dog on The Rock's list? Only THE BEST, get to pilot The Rock's brand in the heady heights of the Pay Per View scene. Hooowever! This is a new place, a new start, a new beginning, The Rock is gonna give you a chance to prove, you are that guy. Tonight, live in New York City, in Madison Square Garden, in front of the millions!.."
The Great one looks away from Edge for a moment and into the crowd, who respond with shouts back to highlight who they are, suddenly turning back to the man in the ring with him, smirking still.
"And millions of The Rock's fans, The Rock will let you prove yourself! Get a close two count on either The Rock or Jayden Gabriel after a spear, and The Rock will consider, making you the leader for The Rock's show at the Pay Per View, now what do you say to that?"
Edge stares on at Rock, annoyed, but calm, he sighs.
"Fine, I'll jump through your hoops."
"Damn your monkey ass right you will. Hey look, Corner, in all seriousness, you go out there tonight and impress both The Rock and the fans, you can take The Rock's brand into the show as leadership. The Rock isn't unfair, The Rock knows you want to prove yourself here as a main player - you do this, you get what you want. Now get your jabroni ass out The Rock's ring before he whoops your ass for interuptin' him!"
Edge just stares down Rock for a second and takes in all of what's been said, finally he just smiles and tosses his mic away, stepping back, fixing to exit the ring. Rock turns his back to Edge and continues to pace back and forth getting back into the zone. Edge stops leaving and slides his shirt off tossing it aside and pulling his hair back, crouching into the corner
A second or two of Edge sizing up Rock, as Rock slowly turns around, Edge just flashes a smile and taps his head, signifying his smarts, he nods to Rock and slides under the bottom rope, walking up the ramp with his back turned.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Syren vs Maryse[/u]
The match starts with Syren sliding into the ring and immediately charges, tackling Maryse to the mat and lands hard elbows to the face. Maryse acts quickly and kicks up, hitting the back of the neck of Syren and slides out from under her. Maryse quickly puts a headlock on Syren, who tries to rip out of it yet Maryse holds strong. Syren starts to slide her legs closer and closer to the ropes, yet Maryse catches on and SLAMS the head of Syren to the mat. Instead of jumping at the chance, Maryse holds the top rope and does her signature hair whip before attempting to land a standing elbow drop, yet finds the mat instead of flesh as Syren rolls out of the way just in time.
Syren wastes no time tying up with Maryse, overpowering her to the ground and pulling her up by her neck, landing hard kicks to the midsection. Pulling Maryse under her arm, she does a split-second taunt before hitting a hard DDT to Maryse, who curls up in the turnbuckle trying to bide time from the assault. Syren doesn't let her rest for long as she picks up Maryse by her hair and lands solid hits to the face. Syren tries to Irish whip Maryse but is COUNTERED and lands hard into the turnbuckle and receives a flying clothesline instead. The impact lands Syren sitting in the corner, leaving Maryse to stomp a mudhole in her before standing on top of her, posing for the crowd and gets off right before to count of five from the referee. The referee attempts to warn Maryse of her actions and gets and attitude from the "Sexiest of the Sexy" in return.
Maryse goes to pick Syren up but is rejected with a swift punch to the face, followed by a few more. Maryse takes a few more blows, the crowd cheering on Syren as she punches her way out of the corner, the last punch whiffing and sets up Maryse for the French TKO (heel kick), stopping Syren, the momentum and the crowds chants on a dime. Maryse stands and smirks, looking at the crowd in a sense of disbelief at the crowds chants against her. Maryse shakes her head and does a swift body kick, stunning Syren as she is pulled in by Maryse, and with a dramatic hair flip is dropped on her HEAD with a French Kiss (Snap DDT). The look on Maryse's face from before looks the same as the crowd boos the "Sexiest of the Sexy" as she covers and gets the three-count.
Superstars Triple Threat Match: Jaydan Gabriel vs Edge vs The Rock
Right as the bell rings, Edge immediately, turns his attention to Rock, then to Jaydan, back to Rock, then Jaydan again, a wide grin reaches his face as he just slides under the bottom rope out of the ring. Rock however doesn't like that, so he also slides under the ring, starting to chase Edge. Edge dashes the corner and continues to run away from Rock. Jaydan too decides to get off and stop Edge in his tracks. Edge slides back into the ring, and bounces off the ropes, while Rock slides back inside, Edge forcing himself into Rock with a surprising spear early on. A huge grin comes across Edges face, as he hooks the Leg, 1...Jaydan quickly pulls Edge's leg out from under him and back outside the ring before the count reaches two.
As Rock starts to recover, Edge and Jaydan trade blows, Jaydan already tired of it, whips Edge into the steel steps and sends him crashing over. Edge screams out and quickly holds on to his knee and ankle backing up against the barricade, Refs instantly come to check on him.
With Edge being aided to, Jaydan slides back under the ropes and into the ring, with Rock who is now looking over the ropes at Edge. A look of concern reaches their faces, but the show must go on. Rock turns around and immediately delivers a right to Jaydan, followed by another, and another, Rock then raises his hand up and spits in it, following through with another, but Jaydan ducks, and slaps Rock cold in his face. As well as kicking him in the knee, knocking his base down, and hitting a DDT on Rock. Jaydan covers, but only gets a near fall.
Rock makes it to his feet, but is soon whipped into ropes by Jaydan. Rock rebounds and without hesitation he flatlines Jaydan with a back elbow. Feeling it, feeding off the crowd, the Rock crouches down and starts sizing up Jaydan. Finally reaching his feet, Jaydan turns around and gets his arm hooked for a Rock Bottom, he elbows out and kicks Rock in his gut, hooking the arm and quickly flatting rock with the Corrosive [Inverted Overdrive].
Quickly hooking the leg, Jaydan only gets yet another near fall. Running on high, Jaydan gets back to his feet, and pulls up the Rock, attempted another Corrosive, but Rock turns out, and hits a powerful Rock Bottom. The Crowd erupts and Rock goes for the cover, but wait, Rock gets back up and smells the air, backing up he kicks Jaydan's arm over his chest. The crowd gets louder and louder, as Rock slides his elbow pad off his arm and hurls it into the crowd.
Rock runs off to one side of the ropes, then jumps over Jaydan and bounces off the other set, not stopping yet, Rock does one more set, only this time, when Rock bounces off the ropes, he's caught with an intense spear. by Edge, who was playing possum. Edge pulls his hair back and grind widely, standing up and hopping on his leg. Tapping his head, Edge lays down and reaches his hand over Rock's chest, smugly, playing tiredly. 1....2....Rock kicks out, and Edge jumps up in shock. He kicks Rock out of the ring, and turns around to Jaydan, watching on closely, he backs into the corner and keeps an eye on Rock, as well as Jaydan, he keeps double taking, until finally he rushes out of the corner and hits one last spear on Jaydan, hooking the leg for the 1..2....3.
Edge quickly slides out of the ring, victorious, he backs up the ramp tapping his head over and over smugly, stopping and posing once more on the ramp, turning his back and walking behind the curtain.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Michelle McCool w/ Layla vs "Miss V" Amiee Vaughan [/u]
After both women have entered the ring Michelle and Amiee would trade insults about hair color, looks and body fat. As soon as the bell rang Amiee would grab Michelle by the hair pulling her around the ring as she controlled the pace. She would throw Michelle McCool into the corner as would snapmare McCool to the mat. Amiee would drop to a knee putting it into the back of Michelle as she pulled back under her chin.
“Do you want to give?”
Michelle would yell out “No!” As the reff asked her again Layla would pound the mat as she willed Michelle to get to a knee as she would elbow escaping Amiee’s hold. Michelle would grab onto Amiee’s arm and wringed it out as she went behind and slapped Amiee’s head. Amiee however swug her hand back delivering a big blow to Michelle knocking her to the mat. Michelle would scream as she tried to take Amy down by the legsbut Amiee brought her into the headlock. Michelle however would tighten her legs as she moved them closer to one another and would go for a suplex and hook the leg, 1…………………2……………….. Amiee gets her arm up to break things up. Layla would yell on the outside to the reff about the count but the reff would shake it off doing his job. Michelle would try to grab Amiee’s legs trying to lock in the MADT (Make A Diva Tap) however Amiee would kick her in the face stunning Michelle for a minute. Amiee would reach the ropes and use them to pick herself up but as she did Michelle would charge her. However Michelle would be back body dropped by Amiee to the out… no but she hangs on to the ropes as Amiee taunts to the fans. Michelle would climb to the top turnbuckle and wait for Amiee to turn around. When she did she would met with a big clothesline from McCool. Michelle would then hook the leg 1……..2……. Kickout!
Layla who was not viewing the count like the reff would hop onto the apron and argue with the reff. The reff would have enough and through Layla out of the match. Michelle would walk over and start to plead with the reff to keep Layla at ringside. However Amiee would be to her feet just waiting for Michelle to turn around. When she did Amiee ran at her and hit the If You Seek Amiee (Running Spear) 1………………………..2………………………………………….3!
Superstars Singles Table Match: The Miz vs Christopher Daniels[/u]
After the two respective wrestlers made their entrances and enter the squared circle, the referee rings the bell for the action to start. To the dismay of the crowd, the two stars circle one another with the Miz avoiding contact with Daniels. Daniels sneers at the Miz who promptly mocks him. Daniels takes advantage of the Miz taunting and dives in for a single leg take down but the Miz sprawls. The two men fight for control until Daniels uses his agility to slide between the Miz's legs and come out from the other side.
The Miz turns around only to come face to face with an enzeguiri from Daniels. Daniels doesn't let up on the pressure and wraps the Miz's legs for an inverted figure four leg lock. The Miz yells in agony as he crawls his way to the rope, his larger size helping him escape the clutch of Daniels. Desperately, the Miz grabs the rope! The ref warns Daniels to break the hold which is ignored until the ref hits the 4 second mark. Daniels lets go to be hounded by the ref. Meanwhile, the Miz drags himself to the corner, panting and grabbing at his legs. Daniels shoves the ref out of the way and attempts to get back to the Miz
In desperation, the Miz hits a short burst quick drop kick to Daniels shin which drops him to his knee. Not content with the result, the Miz headbutts Daniels away and proceeds to a full mount from which he begins his relentless flurry of punches onto Daniels. Before he ref can break it up, The Miz stands up and drops an elbow to the chest of Daniels before yelling obscenities at Daniels. The Miz waits for Daniels to begin to get back to his feet, measuring it perfectly as he runs for a running knee to the face and his a devastating Mizard of Oz!(neckbreaker). The Miz goes for the cover but only manages to get a two count.
Angered by the failure of the ref to hit three, Miz grabs Daniels and throws him into the corner where he delivers multiple shoulder thrusts into the gut of Daniels before lifting him up for a superplex. However, as the Miz tries to suplex Daniels, Daniels refuses to give up and drives multiple elbow strikes into the ribs of the Miz. The Miz refuses to give up and attempts to hit the superplex he so believes will end the match but while trying to get more leverage, Daniels kicks the Miz's foot off the rope and causes him to stumble back.
The crowd coos in excitement but also cringes as they hear the sound of the Miz's skull connect to the mat. The Miz rolls onto his back while clutching at his head. Unaware that Daniels has quickly positioned himself on the turnbuckle and flies high for the Best Moonsault Ever! The ring shakes with vigor as Daniels lands on the Miz who know yelps in agony. Daniels goes for the cover and the ref counts three! but wait! The ref nullifies the count because he just realized that the Miz has his foot on the rope!
The crowd erupts in a frenzy and so does Daniels. He drags the Miz by his foot to the center of the ring and picks him up and attempts to go for a Death Valley Driver which somehow the Miz counters into an arm drag! Daniels is tossed to the other side of the ring but quickly jumps up and runs back to the Miz who from nowhere, delivers a decapitating clothesline, whiplashing Daniels back onto the mat. The Miz clutches at his head and stomps a mudhole into Daniels.
The Miz taunts the crowd and Daniels while lifting him up, signaling for the ref to be ready. The Miz locks in the Skullcrushing Finale to resistance from Daniels. The two men fight for dominance but the Miz is wrapped by the leg of Daniels who hits a russian leg sweep to break the hold. Daniels doesn't let go of the Miz's arms and drags him back up and hits the Angel's Wing while the Miz is groggy. The impact leaves the Miz motionless, Daniels covering for the pin with a satisfied smile on his face. The hand comes down on the mat and this match is over. Daniels stands up battle weary but motivated as he taunts the crowd in victory.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Candice Michelle vs "Master of Puppies" Debra[/u]
The match starts with both women squaring off in the center of the ring, eye to eye with each other as the ref sounds the bell. Debra strikes first with a HARD slap to the face of Candice, who rears back from the impact. Wasting no time, Debra steps and grabs the hair of Candice, pulling her back down to the mat, the crowd reacting to the thump on the ground as Debra goes to work with repeated slaps to Candice, who rolls under the ropes to get out of the assault. Debra is hot on pursuit as she grabs Candice's arm and turns her, building momentum for Candice to land a hard slap of her own! The crowd starts cheering heavily as Candice rolls Debra into the ring.
Candice rolls into the ring and looks to mount Debra, who plays possum and goes for a roll-up pin, only getting a one-count. Both women rise to their feet and lock up, Candice getting the upperhand and pushes Debra into the ropes, setting up for an irish whip into a standing dropkick, putting Debra to the mat in a stun. Candice raises up and keeps up the offensive with an elbow drop to the downed Debra, landing right on the chest bone. Candice mounts Debra and grabs the hair, shaking the head of the "Master of Puppies" and slamming her head into the mat a few times before the referee breaks up the assault. Candice rolls to her feet and looks poised, waiting for Debra to rise before going for a baseball-slide, hoping to drop the legs out from under Debra, who counters INTO A HARD KICK TO THE FACE OF CANDICE!
Debra panders to the crowd as the ref checks on Candice, who seems out cold. "The Master of Puppies" then turns and stands in position, stalking Candice who slowly gathers herself and rises up, still in a haze.
Debra looks set and goes for a kick to the midsection, but Candice counters by catching the kick and spins Debra around, causing her to lose footing. Candice seizes the opportunity and hooks the arm around the neck of Debra, hooking the leg and SLAMMING Debra forward with a Sugar Rush (forward russian legsweep) finisher! The crowd goes crazy as Candice rolls Debra up and gets the three-count.
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Backstage the official Friday Night Fight General Manager, Delta Madison was having a conversation with a production manager of some sort. Someone had then approached her as Delta looked up and a sly smile came upon her face as she saw her Cousin Amiee Vaughan standing in front of her. The two embraced in a short hug together.
Delta Madison: Speak of the devil, who do we have here?
Amiee Vaughan: I could say the same. I had to make sure if it was true that Delta Madison had became a General Manager here. Colour me surprised.
Delta Madison: Well I’m surprised you’re even here, how did you get out from the other place? You know you are still under contracted there...”
Amiee Vaughan: (Chuckling) What are they going to do? Sue me? That place is a mess and I’m least of their worries and I’ve already gave in my notice, I’m only payed for one more appearance. Do you really expect me to twiddle my thumbs and not make an appearance on the first show here on E.W.N?
Delta Madison: I guess you’re right.
Delta shrugged her shoulders agreeing with Amiee, understanding what she was talking about for once. Amiee had a smug look on her face which said ‘hell yeah I’m always right’
Amiee Vaughan: And by the way, it’s fantastic that you’re general manager around here.... If you catch my drift.
Amiee raised her eyebrows giving Delta giving her a test on her authority around here. Delta instantly caught the sign and was smart enough to know the games Amiee would play to get her way.
Delta Madison: Just one thing Amiee, I’m the General Manager of Fight and business is business. I’m not here to make best friends with anyone here. I work under The Rock and he always has the final say unless stated otherwise. So remember Amiee, I won’t play nicely to games around here like you have done in the past. Just remember, you’re on Warzone and you do not have any leverage on Fight.
Amiee appeared offended at Delta’s accusations but deep down she knew Delta was right. Delta tilted her head waiting for her response to that which Amiee just smirked like she was up to something.
Amiee Vaughan: We’ll see about that...
It was game set match for Delta as Amiee started to back away from Delta without leaving eye contact with her. Delta shook her head as Amiee left the scene.
Show Opener, Femme Fatale Battle Royal (Pinfall or Submission): Jessica Mendoza vs. Sydney Kendall vs. "Princess of Punx" Trixie Callaway vs. Milyna Max vs. "Harajuku Barbie" Nicki Minaj vs. Catalina Mendoza
[/b]Delta Madison: Speak of the devil, who do we have here?
Amiee Vaughan: I could say the same. I had to make sure if it was true that Delta Madison had became a General Manager here. Colour me surprised.
Delta Madison: Well I’m surprised you’re even here, how did you get out from the other place? You know you are still under contracted there...”
Amiee Vaughan: (Chuckling) What are they going to do? Sue me? That place is a mess and I’m least of their worries and I’ve already gave in my notice, I’m only payed for one more appearance. Do you really expect me to twiddle my thumbs and not make an appearance on the first show here on E.W.N?
Delta Madison: I guess you’re right.
Delta shrugged her shoulders agreeing with Amiee, understanding what she was talking about for once. Amiee had a smug look on her face which said ‘hell yeah I’m always right’
Amiee Vaughan: And by the way, it’s fantastic that you’re general manager around here.... If you catch my drift.
Amiee raised her eyebrows giving Delta giving her a test on her authority around here. Delta instantly caught the sign and was smart enough to know the games Amiee would play to get her way.
Delta Madison: Just one thing Amiee, I’m the General Manager of Fight and business is business. I’m not here to make best friends with anyone here. I work under The Rock and he always has the final say unless stated otherwise. So remember Amiee, I won’t play nicely to games around here like you have done in the past. Just remember, you’re on Warzone and you do not have any leverage on Fight.
Amiee appeared offended at Delta’s accusations but deep down she knew Delta was right. Delta tilted her head waiting for her response to that which Amiee just smirked like she was up to something.
Amiee Vaughan: We’ll see about that...
It was game set match for Delta as Amiee started to back away from Delta without leaving eye contact with her. Delta shook her head as Amiee left the scene.
Show Opener, Femme Fatale Battle Royal (Pinfall or Submission): Jessica Mendoza vs. Sydney Kendall vs. "Princess of Punx" Trixie Callaway vs. Milyna Max vs. "Harajuku Barbie" Nicki Minaj vs. Catalina Mendoza
The match starts as all five women stand around the ring center, staring each other down and waiting for the first move. The crowd gets on their feet in excitement for the match to begin, the tension building as the energy for the first match to kick off grows and grows. Finally, Catalina Mendoza and Sydney Kendall kick off the match, charging full speed and colliding in the center of the ring with a clothesline to each other, grounding both of them and initiating a brawl with the other Femme Fatales and getting a pop from the crowd. Chaos continues for a while as all the wrestlers start going at it in the center; after a few seconds, the Jessica Mendoza and Trixie Callaway emerge from the pile and head towards a corner, Callaway getting the upper hand with a few hits to the abdomen.
The camera cuts to the other side of the ring where Catalina and Sydney continue their brawl. Catalina lands a few blows and Irish whips Sydney off the ropes and goes for a dropkick before Sydney catches her legs and stops the offense. Sydney lands an ax kick to the midsection and pulls a dazed Catalina up and prepares for the Syd Effect (Styles Clash)! Before she can complete the set up, Nicki Minaj races from the corner and lands a forearm to the head of Sydney to break up the finisher attempt. Sydney gets tripped up by the slumped body of Catalina and falls right into Trixie Callaway. Callway, seemingly upset about the interruption, turns her attention to Sydney. The "Princess of Punx" grabs at the hair of Kendall but before she can land a move, Jessica runs from the turnbuckle and pulls Trixie and Sydney down with a running bulldog!
The camera cuts back to Catalina and Nicki battling in the opposite corner, Catalina with the upperhand. Catalina lands a hard elbow to the face of Nicki and brings her to the ground in pain. Pandering to the crowd, Catalina heads up the turnbuckle and turns to the recovering Minaj, flying off and looking for a hard clothesline; the "Harajuku Barbie" fights through the pain and surprises everyone by landing a spinning heel kick to the face of Catalina, leaving her on the ground seemingly out cold. Not content with the current state, Minaj picks up Catalina with the full-nelson, lifting her off the ground with a twist and lands the "Pink Friday" flapjack, sealing the fate of Catalina and curling her up for the 3-count, getting a pop from the crowd for the first elimination of the night.
The crowd explodes again as Minaj gets up and runs over to the tired out Jessica, hoping to take advantage; she hooks her arm around the head of Mendoza and looks to the ropes to hit the Massive Attack (Stratusfaction); as she jumps for the ropes, however, the move is broken up as Sydney Kendall runs and shoves Jessica, CATAPULTING the "Harajuku Barbie" over the top rope and onto the floor! The crowd explodes at the situation as Sydney is stuck landing a few kicks to the still-down Mendoza before Trixie Callaway surprises Kendall with a Russian leg sweep! Trixie gets up and looks poised above Kendall who stumbles up to her feet and trips onto the back of Trixie and gets landed with "Trix ain't for Kids" (vertabreaker) and is curled up for the 3-count, the crowd exploding for the stylish second elimination.
Nicki Minaj slowly climbs back into the ring and gets picked up by the hair by Trixie. Minaj fights back with a few shots and releases the hold, quickly getting in the ring and tackling Trixie to the ground and landing a few good punches. Mid-punch, however, Trixie catches the arm of Minaj and goes to lock-in the X (Gogoplata)! The crowd gets excited as the "Harajuku Barbie" struggles to not get trapped in and is saved by Jessica Mendoza who runs and slides into the head of Callaway. Minaj takes advantage and rolls out of the ring, hoping to recover. Jessica and Trixie tie up in the ring, Trixie getting the advantage and Irish whips Jessica into a corner. Trixie runs and hopes to hit a clothesline but receives a boot to the face for her trouble. Stumbling back, Jessica quickly jumps to the second-rope and flies off with a no strings attached (flying forearm smash) and brings them both to the ground. Upon getting up, Trixie get another hit with the scratching post (eye rake) and lands on the ropes, holding her face. The crowd gets excited as Jessica rushes off the opposite end and lands the 187 (619), sending Trixie flying back. Jessica quickly runs back into the ring and sets up, Trixie turning around INTO A "SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST" SUPERKICK! The crowd explodes as Jessica collapses on Trixie for another 3-count, leaving her and the "Harajuku Barbie" remaining.
Nicki Minaj slides into the ring and engages in a staredown with Mendoza. Both competitors get to their feet as the crowd goes crazy with excitement! Finally, a lock-up in the center of the ring begins, both Femme Fatales using all their remaining strength to gain the upperhand. Finally it's Minaj, pushing Jessica to the turnbuckle and ends the struggle with a knee to the abdomen of Mendoza. Landing a few punches to the face, Minaj sets up for a spinning heel kick; Jessica ducks under and hooks the arm of Minaj for a swift hip toss, follow by a headlock on the ground. Minaj grabs the nearby ropes and forces a break and a kick to the back by an upset Mendoza. Jessica grasps the hair of Minaj and looks to toss her but Minaj breaks out of it with punches to the face of Mendoza before another hit to the midsection sets up for a bridging Northern Lights suplex! 1-2-NO! Kick out by Mendoza that forces Minaj to get a headlock on Jessica to remain in control. Jessica fights hard as the crowd cheers on the excellent athleticism of both women. Finally, Jessica gets to her feet and with elbows she breaks out of the lock. When Minaj tries to gain control again she gets a HARD slap in the face, the crowd reacting to the impact with surprise.
Minaj turns, her face upset by the surprise and looks for a standing headscissors takedown, but Jessica gains control of the "Harajuku Barbie" and lands a hard powerbomb, holding for the pin! 1-2-NO AGAIN! The crowd cheers on both women who seem exhausted by this point of the match. Minaj is on her feet first and goes for the hair of Mendoza, who plays possum and gives a hard kick to the shin of Nicki, grounding her yet again. Almost as quick as lightning, Jessica grabs hold and rolls both her and Minaj closer to the center of the ring; once there, Jessica wraps THE LEG AROUND MINAJ AND LOCKS THE KAMASUTRA (Kogi Clutch) IN! The crowd explodes waiting to see the end, Minaj fighting hard to get to the ropes. The more she struggles, the more pressure Mendoza puts on the neck of Minaj who fights... fights... AND TAPS!
Superstar Singles Match: Justin Gabriel vs Cody Rhodes[/u]
Gabriel and Cody start of strong, immediately with a tie up, fighting for position, the two fight and fight till they're locked up in the corner, neither man letting go, the ref starts the count. 1,2,3,4 finally they let go and Rhodes quickly hits a thumb to the eye.
Gabriel turns his back and covers his face, which allows Rhodes to quickly chop block Gabriel to the mat and follow through with a strong knee, as well as a leg scissors to the neck. Cody adds pressure, but Gabriel quickly kips up out of it and kicks Cody straight in the face.
Cody's eyes widen and he shouts out angrily, rolling out of the ring and to the announce table, grabbing his jacket and and holding up the back of it, rubbing his face examining it closely, getting angrier and angrier by the second.
Annoyed he tosses his jacket to the table and rushes into the ring, immediately trading blows with Gabriel, the two trade right after right with no sign of stopping, the ref has no choice but to throw the match out, calling it a double DQ.
As soon as the ref's call is made, The countdown begins. 5...4...3...2...1 Out comes the new General Manager of Warzone, Chris Jericho. Standing up on the ramp, mic in hand he just shakes his head.
"Nope, no way, there is no way, this match is ending in a double disqualification. I don't like it I'm sure the fans don't like it, most importantly neither of you like it. So here's what's going to happen. Since this is just like any other match of the night, Fight vs Warzone, we need a winner. And would you look at that? I'm a General Manager, I have authority, guess what I can do?
Hey! Monkey in the ref gear, restart the match, and hmm, no disqualification..."
Jericho grins to himself and heads back to his office, as Cody quickly hooks Gabriel's neck from behind setting up the Cross Rhodes. Gabriel however, spins out of it and connects with another impactful right kick to Cody's jaw, this one seemingly knocking him out. Cody falls to his knees, then his chest, flat on his stomach.
Gabriel quickly rolls over Cody and ascends the top rope, standing tall and staring down at Cody. Gabriel takes a deep breath before leaning forward and attempting his 450. Cody, instinctively gets his knees up, and Gabriel's stomach crashes down, while Cody quickly shifts his body and rolls up Gabriel, hooking the tight and getting the 3.
Ivory's music begins to play for the first time of the evening and she emerges from the curtain and throws her arms up in the air with her purple scarf blowing in the breeze.
With a smile on her face she walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes and accepts the microphone being offered to her by one of the production team and parades around the ring for a moment before coming to a halt in the middle of the ring.
Ivory: Well you're not boo'ing me yet so I guess that's a good sign.
Ivory laughs and it echoes throughout the arena. She pauses as the crowd continues to cheer and as they begin to settle down, she continues.
Ivory: Look we have a fantastic show lined up for you this evening and I'm sure that this company is going to do nothing but rise to the top and beat the pants off of any other production out there. It's because of people like you and the Superstars and Femme Fatale's of Monday Night Warzone right?
A harmless pitch for Warzone couldn't hurt, so Ivory decided to go for it, besides this was the perfect opportunity to motivate her roster.
Ivory: Sure we have two brands but we all know that Monday Nights are going to be the flagship brand around here, and why not my roster has class while Rocky's well they are all getting fat and lazy eating...pie! This month we are going to show them why Friday Night pails in comparison to what Monday's has to offer. That being said there is a heck of a lot to do around this place and it's a lot for one woman to shoulder alone so I've gone out and recruited a little help he's a man that needs no introduction really so I'll just let him come out and Wow you. Please welcome my new General Manager for Monday Nights...an no he's not Chyna...so without further delay, hit the music.
Right as the countdown boils down to zero, the crowd erupts in a massive outbreak of cheers. The camera pans into Jericho's back, and zooms slowly out, showing his signature pose. Just standing there for a minute, holding still, Jericho slowly turns around and flashes a huge grin down to the ring, turning around fully, he cockily walks down the ramp, looking into the crowd. Inching his way up the stairs, and through the middle rope, he climbs up to the turnbuckle and beats his chest quickly, hoping off and grabbing a mic waiting for the cheers to die down, before speaking. He holds the mic up to his lips and shouts loudly.
"..WELCOME TO..THE JERIZONE~~~"
Jericho smiles widely and looks to Ivory, nodding in assurance, he paces slowly back and forth inside the ring.
"Now now, I know alot of you aren't very surprised, alot of internet sheets spoiled my role in our news station. Otherwise known as EWN. But fear not, Chris Jericho always has an ace up his sleeve. And what you may have already known, I'll do you one better."
Jericho runs his fingers through his hair and wipes his face, speaking more clearly.
"Chris Jericho is not only the General Manager of Warzone. I'm also an in ring competitor. Much like Rock, and what that means is, if there's a problem, I don't care if you're an assclown, a jabroni, a pepperoni, a trashbag, a turnbuckle post, a banana peel, a porn star, a two dollar bill, or even the president of the United States of America, I will step in the ring and school you like your mommy did your daddy, or vice versa. it really doesn't make a difference to me."
Ivory: Nor does it make a difference to me. That's why I chose Chris here, he's a man that will support my decisions and has his own mind but will also enforce our best interest for Monday Nights. I've watched this man do his thing for years and I couldn't think of anyone more suited for the job. That being said Chris since tonight is our night and Rocky will be in charge next week...what chaos...I mean...what management ideas do you have for tonight?
Jericho shrugs lightly and turns his attention fully to Ivory.
"I have plans, but if I told you all my plans right now, then the element of surprise is gone, but, as General Manager, anything and everything I do, will have a purpose, with that being said, the only thing I really am gonna do to night is pull Mrs Milyna Max from the opener, for reasons I'm not going to disclose, but for now, I say we let the madness unfold itself tonight."
Ivory: Why that's absolutely perfect and with that being said I shall take my leave as there is something I must go do in the back.
Ivory nods as Chris as she exits the ring and heads over to the corner and steps through the ring ropes and walks gingerly down the stairs. She heads up the ramp and doesn't look back because there is no need to, the show is in very capable hands right now. Looking into the crowd, Jericho leans over the ropes and just looks into the audience, all of which are in anticipation, Jericho just nods and pauses for a few more minutes, moving to the center of the ring, he holds the mic up and nods speaks once more excitedly into it.
"..And now let the madness begin!!"
Jericho grins widely and tosses his mic aside, getting out of the ring and heading to the back to his office.
Superstar Tag Team Match: Royal Anarchy vs All American Heroes
Before the match gets underway, both teams stand in their corners and talk amongst themselves, deciding on which of the two will start the match. The four men unable to decide properly, shrug it off and immediately start a brawl with one another. Fear and Angle hit the ground and go the MMA route, Kurt mounting Fear, hitting him with strong forearms, Fear blocking skillfully.
On the other side of the ring, Swagger and Sam go the technical route, and begin rolling around the mat, Sam with a gator grip around Swagger, squeezing him with his arms as tight as he can, Sam begins to follow his partner and go with some MMA, kneeing the back of Swaggers head as he has his clutch on him.
The Referee lost and confused as to what to do, just stands there and doesn't even think to throw the match out. The Ref moves to the corner and watches on, as the teams battle.
After a good few minutes of the team battling it out evenly, all four men worn and fatigued the ref shakes his head and finally reaches down to break the teams up. Fear rolls under the bottom rope and catches a breath, Swagger makes it to his feet. Swagger kicks Sam in the gut and sets up for the Gutwrench Powerbomb. Fear quickly trips Angle and rushes into the ring as Swagger has Sam up in the air. Right as Sam and Swagger come down, Fear connects with a powerful Yakuza Kick to Swaggers skull, proud of his work, Fear nods and stares down at Sam and Swagger.
Forgetting about Angle, he rushes into the ring, and hits an impactful Angle Slam on Fear, quickly rolling him over for the three.
Superstar Singles Match: Jayson Mitchell vs Matt Sydal
The match kicks off with Jayson pacing around the ring, Sydal following. Mitchell looks somewhat overconfident as he closes in, locking up with Matt before shoving him across the ring. Sydal goes up onto a crouch on his toes, fingers of one hand on the mat, he charges up suddenly. Jayson goes for a clothesline, however Sydal ducks it, hitting the far ropes. On the rebound, Mitchell tries a sudden kick to the legs, however Matt jumps the sweep, hitting the canvass and running once more, rebounding off of the far ropes, charging back and jumping. As Mitchell turns, his head is caught, Matt wrapping legs around his legs around the neck of Jayson, throwing himself back, sending Jayson across the ring with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheer as Mitchell stands, turning and glaring at Matt, having not expected as such, the underestimation standing out.
Sydal paces in, Mitchell locking up with him once more, getting the upper hand, he grabs Sydal, twisting him around and dropping in a neckbreaker, suddenly trying a cover, however the kick out is at one. Jayson quickly gets to his feet, stomping Sydal's chest before dragging him in, tucking Matt's head in position for a DDT before shifting it into a Suplex, lifting Sydal up and dropping him forward, sitting out for a faceplanting gordbuster. Matt rolls, holding his face, pulling himself to his feet, however as he turns, Mitchell sets up, catching Sydal with a jumping cutter. Straight away, he goes for the cover, however only two this time.
Frustration sets in as Mitchell gets to his feet, looking around the arena, he steps to the head of Sydal, doubling over to pull Matt to his feet - only to find Matt's legs coming up, wrapping around his head once again and tossing him forward, sending Jayson in a run across the ring. Sydal jumps to his feet and, closing the distance, suddenly connects with a jump spinning back kick to the face, sending Mitchell into and off of the ropes, back into a pain inducing knee to the jaw. Jayson hits the mat fast, holding his chin, Sydal setting up and planting a very quick standing moonsault, beginning to pin Mitchell. However, it only leads to a two, being forced to roll off. Sydal gets to his feet, pacing off to get a little distance for a run.
Unfortunately for him, Mitchell climbs to his feet, running up and forcing him down with a reverse DDT, bouncing Sydal's head against the canvass with a solid thud, making him roll off, kneeling up a little with a wince. Jayson grins, grabbing Matt, he drags him back to his feet, kneeing his stomach before pulling him up onto the shoulders of Matt, holding him in position, lining it up for an Injustice. Sydal kicks furiously before he manages to crawl off, shoving Jayson across the ring and into the corner. Sydal runs up and jumps, crashing both knees against the face of Mitchell before using that to roll over the ropes, holding on to stand on the apron, shoving Jayson, sending him rolling onto his back. Hopping to the top, Sydal lines up, holding the top ropes in his hands, feet on the turnbuckle, he suddenly jumps out and forward, throwing his body in a backflip before connecting stomach to stomach with a Fall From Grace (Shooting Star Press), scoring the one, two, three.
At first, the crowd go silent as nothing happens, waiting for a moment, tension rising - as the lights cut out, and music hitting. Before they know it, they know who it is, the introduction to it giving away the trick - however a new theme to say the least.
After a few moments, from behind the curtain, pressed on my the loud cheers, almost drowning out his music, The Rock stands at the top of the ramp, shaking just his shoulders, in the way that only The Rock can, a grin on his face as he stands in jeans and a t-shirt, beginning to head down the ramp to the ring. People reach out to shake his hand, met with a confident nod, the Great One approaching the ring. Climbing the steps, he begins to pull his t-shirt off, throwing it out into the crowd - leaving him in a sleeveless that he had put on underneath - before raising his arm to the air, fist closed, looking around himself. He climbs down into the ring, heading to the far corner, climbing to the second rope and taking in a breath, looking up to the ceiling with eyes closed, a grin on his face. His music eventually cut as he was given a mic, standing in the centre of the ring, looking around himself, waiting as he laughed, finally raising the mic to his lips.
"FINALLY..THE ROCK! HAS COME BACK! To New York! And what a night it is, hey! The Rock is here with you LIVE people! On what is soon to be, the most electrifying night, in ALL of the wrestling world!"
The crowd go to chant and cheer, however they're suddenly cut off as The Great One quickly jumps back in, not quite finished yet.
"Woahwoahwoah but wait! It's not JUST as great as you all think! Tonight, we got battles, we got brawls, we got a bunch of hot, almost nekkid ladies fightin' to get The Rock's attention for his strudel! And! For one night, for one special night, for the fans and the people, for the world and the universe, tonight in Madison Square Garden, The Rock will be back in action tonight!"
The crowd begin to cheer once again, erupting as they scream, excited to see the man himself back in action for a night.
"That's right, baby! It's gonna be The Rock, goin' toe to toe with a couple of monkeys, wanting, dying, just ACHING to make a name for themselves, even if it means getting their asses whooped like a couple of bitches!"
color=grey]The crowd go to chant and cheer, however they're suddenly cut off as The Great One quickly jumps back in, not quite finished yet.[/color]
"Woahwoahwoah but wait! It's not JUST as great as you all think! Tonight, we got battles, we got brawls, we got a bunch of hot, almost nekkid ladies fightin' to get The Rock's attention for his strudel! And! For one night, for one special night, for the fans and the people, for the world and the universe, tonight in Madison Square Garden, The Rock will be back in action tonight!"
The crowd begin to cheer once again, erupting as they scream, excited to see the man himself back in action for a night.
"That's right, baby! It's gonna be The Rock, goin' toe to toe with a couple of monkeys, wanting, dying, just ACHING to make a name for themselves, even if it means getting their asses whooped like a couple of bitches!"
Right as soon as Rock finishes his sentence.
Edge's theme strikes, and roars through the arena, he comes rushing out through the smoke, rushing to one side of the stage, shouting at the crowd, energetic, backing up and rushing to the other side, crouching down and shouting out at them, finally backing up and walking down the ramp eyeing the rock, finally he stops and hits his pose, his pyro shoots off, and he takes a deep breath, standing tall, and rushing to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and walking past the Rock, posing up top on the turnbuckle looking into the crowd.
Hoping off the turnbuckle and grabbing a mic, Edge stands right in front of Rock and grins looking into the crowd, roaring loudly at both Rock and Edge, he brings the mics to his lips.
"Did I hear that right? Looking to make a name for ourselves by getting whooped by you? Okay Okay, look, you're epic in all, you're one of the greatest of all times, but come on, really? I'm just now making a name for myself?"
As Edge speaks, Rock leans out to the officials, pointing to Edge with a thumb over his shoulder - lips reading to ask who he was and how he got there. Eventually he turned back, staring Edge down, eye to eye, he focused on him, slowly raising his mic, looking away to the mat, laughing a little to himself.
"Who..in the blue HELL..are you?"
The crowd laugh and cheer as Rock begins to pace a little, watching Edge with a smirk - leaving him visually frustrated before he begins to talk once more, eyeing up the man who had decided to interupt him.
"Nahnahnahwait! The Rock knows who you are! Yeah! The Rock knows! You're Corner, right?! Yeah! Corner, I remember you, back in The Rock's day, you were runnin' around with the fat gay vampire and your buddy! Hindu, right?! C&H! The Rock remembers, you both runnin' around with your long blonde hair, wearin' goofy glasses, smackin' each others asses with a towel in the shower! Hey, listen, The Rock knows you both liked each others strudel, The Rock got nothin' against you both havin' man love, jus' keep that funky ass stuff away from The Great One, ugh..
As Rock shudders, stepping away and shaking his head, the crowd continue to laugh and cheer - the man they always knew. He takes a moment before he turns back to Edge, raising the mic back to his lips, raising his brow high.
"But seriously, what is it you think you're exactly provin' by interuptin' The Rock?"
"ahah hahah, you've got jokes, ha. Oh man you're just so cute. I'm a 10 time world heavyweight champion, that's more than you, Oh great one. But you know what, enough of this, we can do this all day long. The fact of the matter is, Rock, you run Friday Night Fight. When I signed my EWN contract, you took it within a blink of an eye. So I have a proposition for you."
Edge shakes his head and tries to ignore past comments and keep cool straight to business, he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a minute before continuing to speak.
"You're not a wrestler anymore, you run Friday Nights. And from what I understand, we're gonna be fighting for the flagship spot. Warzone against Fight, right? Rock, let me lead Fight, you name me head of this brand and I promise you, this time next month, people will be talking about Fight, looking forward to fight, Rock, I promise you, we will be flagship."
"Are you done? Are ya finished? Good, because The Rock has somethin' to say, and The Rock says this: It doesn't MATTER what you've done! The Rock doesn't care how many times you've held a title, The Rock doesn't care how big you think you are, and The Rock knows if you ever try to show him up like that again, he'll take that mic..turn it sideways..shine it up real good..and then shove it, straight up your candy ass!"
The crowd erupt in cheers once more, Rock grinning as he watches Edge run his hand through his hair, shaking his head as the frustration levels build. Pacing a little again, Rock watches with a smirk, reaching into his pocket, popping some chewing gum from a wrapper and putting it in his mouth, biting in long chews.
"This isn'!-"
"Woahwoahwoah! Shh! They are chanting The Rock's name, for ten seconds!"
He raises the mic into the air, pointing it out into the crowd as they begin to chantl; "ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!" In the meantime, Rock raises his free hand, beginning to count the seconds with each finger, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. As the chants reach the ten mark, he flattens his hands out, cutting the crowd shout as he brings the mic back to his mouth.
"Now, you wanna lead The Rock's brand into battle, right? You wanna be the pinacle of The Rock's creed, the top dog on The Rock's list? Only THE BEST, get to pilot The Rock's brand in the heady heights of the Pay Per View scene. Hooowever! This is a new place, a new start, a new beginning, The Rock is gonna give you a chance to prove, you are that guy. Tonight, live in New York City, in Madison Square Garden, in front of the millions!.."
The Great one looks away from Edge for a moment and into the crowd, who respond with shouts back to highlight who they are, suddenly turning back to the man in the ring with him, smirking still.
"And millions of The Rock's fans, The Rock will let you prove yourself! Get a close two count on either The Rock or Jayden Gabriel after a spear, and The Rock will consider, making you the leader for The Rock's show at the Pay Per View, now what do you say to that?"
Edge stares on at Rock, annoyed, but calm, he sighs.
"Fine, I'll jump through your hoops."
"Damn your monkey ass right you will. Hey look, Corner, in all seriousness, you go out there tonight and impress both The Rock and the fans, you can take The Rock's brand into the show as leadership. The Rock isn't unfair, The Rock knows you want to prove yourself here as a main player - you do this, you get what you want. Now get your jabroni ass out The Rock's ring before he whoops your ass for interuptin' him!"
Edge just stares down Rock for a second and takes in all of what's been said, finally he just smiles and tosses his mic away, stepping back, fixing to exit the ring. Rock turns his back to Edge and continues to pace back and forth getting back into the zone. Edge stops leaving and slides his shirt off tossing it aside and pulling his hair back, crouching into the corner
A second or two of Edge sizing up Rock, as Rock slowly turns around, Edge just flashes a smile and taps his head, signifying his smarts, he nods to Rock and slides under the bottom rope, walking up the ramp with his back turned.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Syren vs Maryse[/u]
The match starts with Syren sliding into the ring and immediately charges, tackling Maryse to the mat and lands hard elbows to the face. Maryse acts quickly and kicks up, hitting the back of the neck of Syren and slides out from under her. Maryse quickly puts a headlock on Syren, who tries to rip out of it yet Maryse holds strong. Syren starts to slide her legs closer and closer to the ropes, yet Maryse catches on and SLAMS the head of Syren to the mat. Instead of jumping at the chance, Maryse holds the top rope and does her signature hair whip before attempting to land a standing elbow drop, yet finds the mat instead of flesh as Syren rolls out of the way just in time.
Syren wastes no time tying up with Maryse, overpowering her to the ground and pulling her up by her neck, landing hard kicks to the midsection. Pulling Maryse under her arm, she does a split-second taunt before hitting a hard DDT to Maryse, who curls up in the turnbuckle trying to bide time from the assault. Syren doesn't let her rest for long as she picks up Maryse by her hair and lands solid hits to the face. Syren tries to Irish whip Maryse but is COUNTERED and lands hard into the turnbuckle and receives a flying clothesline instead. The impact lands Syren sitting in the corner, leaving Maryse to stomp a mudhole in her before standing on top of her, posing for the crowd and gets off right before to count of five from the referee. The referee attempts to warn Maryse of her actions and gets and attitude from the "Sexiest of the Sexy" in return.
Maryse goes to pick Syren up but is rejected with a swift punch to the face, followed by a few more. Maryse takes a few more blows, the crowd cheering on Syren as she punches her way out of the corner, the last punch whiffing and sets up Maryse for the French TKO (heel kick), stopping Syren, the momentum and the crowds chants on a dime. Maryse stands and smirks, looking at the crowd in a sense of disbelief at the crowds chants against her. Maryse shakes her head and does a swift body kick, stunning Syren as she is pulled in by Maryse, and with a dramatic hair flip is dropped on her HEAD with a French Kiss (Snap DDT). The look on Maryse's face from before looks the same as the crowd boos the "Sexiest of the Sexy" as she covers and gets the three-count.
Superstars Triple Threat Match: Jaydan Gabriel vs Edge vs The Rock
Right as the bell rings, Edge immediately, turns his attention to Rock, then to Jaydan, back to Rock, then Jaydan again, a wide grin reaches his face as he just slides under the bottom rope out of the ring. Rock however doesn't like that, so he also slides under the ring, starting to chase Edge. Edge dashes the corner and continues to run away from Rock. Jaydan too decides to get off and stop Edge in his tracks. Edge slides back into the ring, and bounces off the ropes, while Rock slides back inside, Edge forcing himself into Rock with a surprising spear early on. A huge grin comes across Edges face, as he hooks the Leg, 1...Jaydan quickly pulls Edge's leg out from under him and back outside the ring before the count reaches two.
As Rock starts to recover, Edge and Jaydan trade blows, Jaydan already tired of it, whips Edge into the steel steps and sends him crashing over. Edge screams out and quickly holds on to his knee and ankle backing up against the barricade, Refs instantly come to check on him.
With Edge being aided to, Jaydan slides back under the ropes and into the ring, with Rock who is now looking over the ropes at Edge. A look of concern reaches their faces, but the show must go on. Rock turns around and immediately delivers a right to Jaydan, followed by another, and another, Rock then raises his hand up and spits in it, following through with another, but Jaydan ducks, and slaps Rock cold in his face. As well as kicking him in the knee, knocking his base down, and hitting a DDT on Rock. Jaydan covers, but only gets a near fall.
Rock makes it to his feet, but is soon whipped into ropes by Jaydan. Rock rebounds and without hesitation he flatlines Jaydan with a back elbow. Feeling it, feeding off the crowd, the Rock crouches down and starts sizing up Jaydan. Finally reaching his feet, Jaydan turns around and gets his arm hooked for a Rock Bottom, he elbows out and kicks Rock in his gut, hooking the arm and quickly flatting rock with the Corrosive [Inverted Overdrive].
Quickly hooking the leg, Jaydan only gets yet another near fall. Running on high, Jaydan gets back to his feet, and pulls up the Rock, attempted another Corrosive, but Rock turns out, and hits a powerful Rock Bottom. The Crowd erupts and Rock goes for the cover, but wait, Rock gets back up and smells the air, backing up he kicks Jaydan's arm over his chest. The crowd gets louder and louder, as Rock slides his elbow pad off his arm and hurls it into the crowd.
Rock runs off to one side of the ropes, then jumps over Jaydan and bounces off the other set, not stopping yet, Rock does one more set, only this time, when Rock bounces off the ropes, he's caught with an intense spear. by Edge, who was playing possum. Edge pulls his hair back and grind widely, standing up and hopping on his leg. Tapping his head, Edge lays down and reaches his hand over Rock's chest, smugly, playing tiredly. 1....2....Rock kicks out, and Edge jumps up in shock. He kicks Rock out of the ring, and turns around to Jaydan, watching on closely, he backs into the corner and keeps an eye on Rock, as well as Jaydan, he keeps double taking, until finally he rushes out of the corner and hits one last spear on Jaydan, hooking the leg for the 1..2....3.
Edge quickly slides out of the ring, victorious, he backs up the ramp tapping his head over and over smugly, stopping and posing once more on the ramp, turning his back and walking behind the curtain.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Michelle McCool w/ Layla vs "Miss V" Amiee Vaughan [/u]
After both women have entered the ring Michelle and Amiee would trade insults about hair color, looks and body fat. As soon as the bell rang Amiee would grab Michelle by the hair pulling her around the ring as she controlled the pace. She would throw Michelle McCool into the corner as would snapmare McCool to the mat. Amiee would drop to a knee putting it into the back of Michelle as she pulled back under her chin.
“Do you want to give?”
Michelle would yell out “No!” As the reff asked her again Layla would pound the mat as she willed Michelle to get to a knee as she would elbow escaping Amiee’s hold. Michelle would grab onto Amiee’s arm and wringed it out as she went behind and slapped Amiee’s head. Amiee however swug her hand back delivering a big blow to Michelle knocking her to the mat. Michelle would scream as she tried to take Amy down by the legsbut Amiee brought her into the headlock. Michelle however would tighten her legs as she moved them closer to one another and would go for a suplex and hook the leg, 1…………………2……………….. Amiee gets her arm up to break things up. Layla would yell on the outside to the reff about the count but the reff would shake it off doing his job. Michelle would try to grab Amiee’s legs trying to lock in the MADT (Make A Diva Tap) however Amiee would kick her in the face stunning Michelle for a minute. Amiee would reach the ropes and use them to pick herself up but as she did Michelle would charge her. However Michelle would be back body dropped by Amiee to the out… no but she hangs on to the ropes as Amiee taunts to the fans. Michelle would climb to the top turnbuckle and wait for Amiee to turn around. When she did she would met with a big clothesline from McCool. Michelle would then hook the leg 1……..2……. Kickout!
Layla who was not viewing the count like the reff would hop onto the apron and argue with the reff. The reff would have enough and through Layla out of the match. Michelle would walk over and start to plead with the reff to keep Layla at ringside. However Amiee would be to her feet just waiting for Michelle to turn around. When she did Amiee ran at her and hit the If You Seek Amiee (Running Spear) 1………………………..2………………………………………….3!
Superstars Singles Table Match: The Miz vs Christopher Daniels[/u]
After the two respective wrestlers made their entrances and enter the squared circle, the referee rings the bell for the action to start. To the dismay of the crowd, the two stars circle one another with the Miz avoiding contact with Daniels. Daniels sneers at the Miz who promptly mocks him. Daniels takes advantage of the Miz taunting and dives in for a single leg take down but the Miz sprawls. The two men fight for control until Daniels uses his agility to slide between the Miz's legs and come out from the other side.
The Miz turns around only to come face to face with an enzeguiri from Daniels. Daniels doesn't let up on the pressure and wraps the Miz's legs for an inverted figure four leg lock. The Miz yells in agony as he crawls his way to the rope, his larger size helping him escape the clutch of Daniels. Desperately, the Miz grabs the rope! The ref warns Daniels to break the hold which is ignored until the ref hits the 4 second mark. Daniels lets go to be hounded by the ref. Meanwhile, the Miz drags himself to the corner, panting and grabbing at his legs. Daniels shoves the ref out of the way and attempts to get back to the Miz
In desperation, the Miz hits a short burst quick drop kick to Daniels shin which drops him to his knee. Not content with the result, the Miz headbutts Daniels away and proceeds to a full mount from which he begins his relentless flurry of punches onto Daniels. Before he ref can break it up, The Miz stands up and drops an elbow to the chest of Daniels before yelling obscenities at Daniels. The Miz waits for Daniels to begin to get back to his feet, measuring it perfectly as he runs for a running knee to the face and his a devastating Mizard of Oz!(neckbreaker). The Miz goes for the cover but only manages to get a two count.
Angered by the failure of the ref to hit three, Miz grabs Daniels and throws him into the corner where he delivers multiple shoulder thrusts into the gut of Daniels before lifting him up for a superplex. However, as the Miz tries to suplex Daniels, Daniels refuses to give up and drives multiple elbow strikes into the ribs of the Miz. The Miz refuses to give up and attempts to hit the superplex he so believes will end the match but while trying to get more leverage, Daniels kicks the Miz's foot off the rope and causes him to stumble back.
The crowd coos in excitement but also cringes as they hear the sound of the Miz's skull connect to the mat. The Miz rolls onto his back while clutching at his head. Unaware that Daniels has quickly positioned himself on the turnbuckle and flies high for the Best Moonsault Ever! The ring shakes with vigor as Daniels lands on the Miz who know yelps in agony. Daniels goes for the cover and the ref counts three! but wait! The ref nullifies the count because he just realized that the Miz has his foot on the rope!
The crowd erupts in a frenzy and so does Daniels. He drags the Miz by his foot to the center of the ring and picks him up and attempts to go for a Death Valley Driver which somehow the Miz counters into an arm drag! Daniels is tossed to the other side of the ring but quickly jumps up and runs back to the Miz who from nowhere, delivers a decapitating clothesline, whiplashing Daniels back onto the mat. The Miz clutches at his head and stomps a mudhole into Daniels.
The Miz taunts the crowd and Daniels while lifting him up, signaling for the ref to be ready. The Miz locks in the Skullcrushing Finale to resistance from Daniels. The two men fight for dominance but the Miz is wrapped by the leg of Daniels who hits a russian leg sweep to break the hold. Daniels doesn't let go of the Miz's arms and drags him back up and hits the Angel's Wing while the Miz is groggy. The impact leaves the Miz motionless, Daniels covering for the pin with a satisfied smile on his face. The hand comes down on the mat and this match is over. Daniels stands up battle weary but motivated as he taunts the crowd in victory.
Femme Fatale Singles Match: Candice Michelle vs "Master of Puppies" Debra[/u]
The match starts with both women squaring off in the center of the ring, eye to eye with each other as the ref sounds the bell. Debra strikes first with a HARD slap to the face of Candice, who rears back from the impact. Wasting no time, Debra steps and grabs the hair of Candice, pulling her back down to the mat, the crowd reacting to the thump on the ground as Debra goes to work with repeated slaps to Candice, who rolls under the ropes to get out of the assault. Debra is hot on pursuit as she grabs Candice's arm and turns her, building momentum for Candice to land a hard slap of her own! The crowd starts cheering heavily as Candice rolls Debra into the ring.
Candice rolls into the ring and looks to mount Debra, who plays possum and goes for a roll-up pin, only getting a one-count. Both women rise to their feet and lock up, Candice getting the upperhand and pushes Debra into the ropes, setting up for an irish whip into a standing dropkick, putting Debra to the mat in a stun. Candice raises up and keeps up the offensive with an elbow drop to the downed Debra, landing right on the chest bone. Candice mounts Debra and grabs the hair, shaking the head of the "Master of Puppies" and slamming her head into the mat a few times before the referee breaks up the assault. Candice rolls to her feet and looks poised, waiting for Debra to rise before going for a baseball-slide, hoping to drop the legs out from under Debra, who counters INTO A HARD KICK TO THE FACE OF CANDICE!
Debra panders to the crowd as the ref checks on Candice, who seems out cold. "The Master of Puppies" then turns and stands in position, stalking Candice who slowly gathers herself and rises up, still in a haze.
Debra looks set and goes for a kick to the midsection, but Candice counters by catching the kick and spins Debra around, causing her to lose footing. Candice seizes the opportunity and hooks the arm around the neck of Debra, hooking the leg and SLAMMING Debra forward with a Sugar Rush (forward russian legsweep) finisher! The crowd goes crazy as Candice rolls Debra up and gets the three-count.
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