Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 15:19:05 GMT -5
Event Date: Monday, February 16th, 2015
Live from: Providence, Rhode Island!
--~Dante LaBrie~--
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to yet another exciting edition of Monday Night RAW! The voice of SOOL Dante LaBrie here with my broadcast partner Lord Chris Seal!
--~Lord Chris Seal~--
That's right partner, we're here on the road to Wrestlemania and what a rocky road it is. A crazy stop is coming up for us with a huge World Heavyweight Title match at In Your House: Special Delivery and these past few weeks we've had the competitors facing eachother to prove themselves in a series of single matches!
--~Dante LaBrie~--
The stupid englishman is right for once it seems! Speaking of, look who we have in the ring right now!
The camera cuts to the ring as The Nest music hits which causes a mixed reaction from the crowd. Both Roberts and Bigelow come out and walk down to the ring. They climb through the ropes and ask for a microphone.
Roberts
Let’s just cut straight to the chase here, no point beating around the bush. Last week The Shield approached Stephanie McMahon with an offer. They proposed a truce. A truce to deal with problems they both have and to deal out their justice I think where the exact words. Now as we all heard The Nest is one of the groups they were talking about and it sounds to me that the so called grown men, the Hounds of Justice, the group that think they run and own this place are scared of the big bad Snake here and the biggest beast in the yard Bam Bam Bigelow. Now guys I know I have slapped you around in the past but I didn't realise you had turned into such Chicken shits. I mean come on you know where we are every week if you want a fight all you have to do is ask instead of cowering behind the has-been kid and the boy wonder. I mean come on has the nest in the past beaten you so badly that you guys piss yourselves when we are around now is that it? I guess that’s why Dean is so crazy. I guess The Nest has driven the bastard crazy and I guess trying to go toe to toe with Wyatt has destroyed even more of his brain cells. However Dean if your so desperate for a fight so badly well and want to kick my ass just as bad as anyone else all I have to say to you is any time any place boy, I will give you a beaten so bad you won't want to crawl back out of the hole you live in hell you might even check yourself into a mental hospital. Also this new group that has been formed you better watch out as well. Yes I know you got the victory last week but everyone has an off day and well last all last week was. It was pure luck and quite honestly The Shield will probably rip you apart at the next PPV despite what I think of them but also if you get in our way we don't have a problem kicking your asses around any arena that we see fit and Wyatt don’t think we have forgotten about you. You see me and Bigelow have special plans for you and come mania your aint going to want to defend your title against this beast. You will most likely just lie down and concede the match to the big man after we get done with you. Also this new group that has been formed you better watch out as well. Yes I know you got the victory last week but everyone has an off day and well last all last week was. It was pure luck and quite honestly The Shield will probably rip you apart at the next PPV despite what I think of them but enough of me talking I believe Bam Bam has something he wan't to get off his chest.
*Bigelow raises the microphone to his mouth, chuckling to himself.*
Bam Bam Bigelow
You know Jake, I think you’re right about The Shield, I had no idea the Hounds of Justice were nothing more than three little squealing mutt puppies. I hope you all are listening because we didn’t drive all the way out to Providence because we love Rhode Island.
*Bigelow pauses waiting for the boos to subside.*
Bam Bam Bigelow
The Shield bark loud while they’re on their side of the fence, but when we’re inside the same cage together we’ll see who bites harder. I hope when Dean Ambrose talks about the broken bodies on the road to WrestleMania he knows the sack of meat that’s left of his, will be one of them staring across at the mangled bodies of his brothers in arms, minus their arms. I will turn that lunatic into a crazy straw and stuff his body inside that suite case of his and mail it back to his….orphanage? I don’t know where his bitch mother is, probably running around with some tramp eating spaghetti. We’re not afraid of DEAN- THE-NICKNAMER-AMBROSE, The Corporation or The Resistance. Truce or no truce, united or divided, all factions will fall to The Nest. Teams like Zigglar and Cesaro, don’t think you’re in the clear yet, because we still have you in our crosshairs. Next time you cross The Nest we’re going to pull the trigger and drop the hammer down on your head so hard, Cesaro’s going to speak five languages out of his ass. Speaking of ass, Bray Wyatt, if your impending doom at WrestleMania, and possibly even earlier at Special Delivery, wasn’t bad enough, you have the misfortune of facing me tonight. Even though it won’t be for the belt yet, I have no problems giving you a preview of the pain headed your way. Looks like you lost a believer. Did you set Harper free or did he break free himself? Maybe he just lost faith. Either way, one less puppet in your palm means one less body to go through when we bulldoze over you.
Roberts
Now with that of our chests there is one more thing we need to address and that's the Fast Lane Pay Per View and the fact that we The Nest are not booked on it and quite frankly this is unacceptable. We are The Nest dammit and we won't be overlooked. Now saying that people are saying we are losing our touch because of our defeat last week well that just isn't the case and we are going to prove that so at the next Pay Per View Fast Lane The Nest are issuing an open challenge to any team in the back to a a tag team match and we will see who is losing there touch. We will probably end up with the night off however as who would want to face us ?
Roberts drops the microphone as both men laugh and leave the ring. The camera cuts to the next segment.
Singles Match
Jimmy Jacobs vs. AJ Styles
Singles Match
Tag Team Champion, Seth Rollins vs. Dolph Ziggler
We go backstage to see Sami Zayn sitting on some crates
Zayn is looking at the ground
Zayn
Lies...
Zayn
Deception....
Zayn looks up at the camera angrily
Zayn
These are the things Ambrose spews from his mouth....He wants to call me Canadian trash? The only trash I see is you Ambrose...I'll admit you got into my head a bit...You made me loose focus in my match and therefore lost, but my head is a dangerous place to be Dean....You're not the only one with "crazy" thoughts *Zayn angrily pokes his head* in your head. I may not be a psychotic lunatic like you...But I WILL do what ever it takes to win, I'll put my body on the line, tear my own flesh off my own body, and beat the hell out of anyone who wants to stand in my way, You see Dean I'm a freight train that runs over anything in it's way....And Dean you just stepped right into my path...
Zayn looks down again
Zayn
So Dean since you wanted to talk all this trash about me...
Zayn stands up and points at the camera.
Zayn
Why don't you say it to my face? Shall we have a little talk Dean?
Zayn walks by the camera man, then the camera man turns around to see Zayn heading out to the ring.
Zayn walks out with a pissed off look as He grabs the mic sitting on the staircase and begins to speak.
Zayn
Ambrose! I want you at Special Delivery...And I want your answer right now! So get your ass out here and stop hiding backstage like the spineless coward you a-
Ambrose walks down the ramp with wide eyes and punching at the ground.
He gets into the ring and walks up to Zayn
Zayn puts the mic to his mouth like He's going to talk....But He stares at Ambrose for a second then slaps him.
Ambrose looks at Zayn with wide eyes and licks his lips, Zayn goes to slap him again but Ambrose stops his hand and decks Zayn right in the mouth and Zayn falls back onto the ropes as Ambrose clotheslines him onto the outside. Zayn is down by the apron as Ambrose goes for a suicide dive but right as Ambrose is about to hit Zayn, Zayn side steps Ambrose and He flies straight into the announcers table. Just as Zayn is heading towards Ambrose security runs from backstage and Shane McMahon is seen directing them to separate and Zayn. Security is walking Zayn near the ramp as Ambrose breaks away from his, slides into the ring, and goes onto the top rope and leaps hitting Zayn and the security with a huge diving elbow! Security finally separates both men who are kicking and punching as they are taken to different sides of the ramp and led into the back as we go to commercial.
Singles Match
Mr. Money In the Bank, Dean Ambrose vs. Kevin Nash
Kevin Nash picks up the victory after a devastating Jackknife Powerbomb
Interviewer can I have a few minutes mvp
Mvp: I got a deal for the awesome one the miz I will go to the ring to night at this ppv and say it and it's a must say yes deal see I know you don't like me but I don't care about it see tonight the miz will have to say yes or no to me ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha but for real tonight is important business now I got to go.
*Miz is standing in the middle of the ring with the Miz TV set around him*
The Miz: " Rhode Island! Welcome to Miz TV!!!!!" *Crowd boos* "Come on guys, you’re not loud enough! Rhode Island! Welcome to Miz TV!!!!!" *Crowd boos even louder as they want Miz to get out of the ring*
The Miz:” Awww do you guys want me to get out of this ring? Well too bad, The A-List Movie Star, The Chick Magnet, and The Most Must-See WWE Superstar of all time don’t listen to amateurs so just deal with it. Just like you’re going to have to deal with one of your hero’s Jake the snake getting his ass kicked tonight by yours truly.”
The Miz: “ Let’s get to the topic and why I’m hosting Miz TV here in the first place, Me the Miz is looking for a tag team partner, not any old tag team partner, I’m looking for a tag team partner that will be able to keep up with me in the ring and on the mic. A tag team partner that is almost as talented as myself, and a tag team partner that is just. Awesome. So I go can after the tag team championships.”
The Miz: ”And that man is going to come out here right now and tell me why he should be my partner. M.V.P!!!“
Mvp:i should be your partner because we're both from Hollywood both cops bother awesome and both of us  are wrestlers.
The Miz: "Thanks for stating the obvious MVP but what have you done that proves your good enough to be with ME?"
MVP: first of all I'm better looking than you Miz second of all I I've been tag team champion with guys like Matt hardy I am a former US Champion also I've been around the business long and I deserve this shot miz and I think mizTV should mine cool down mizI'm just joking but I really do did you deserve to be your partner I've wear tag and us gold a lot so yeah. Nextquestion please.
The Miz: “No. You’re not better looking than me you have a damaged face MVP, with that little noise bandage of yours. And no. You do not deserve to be my partner.... Yet! So I have an idea. To see if you’re worthy enough to be my tag team partner I'm going to need to test you."
Mvp: mixwhat do you got planned
The Miz: What I have in mind is simple MVP. To prove yourself that you’re a real MVP of SOOL, and a worthy partner for The Miz, you have to have beat a opponent at the PPV. In Your House: Special Delivery. And if you win you get to be my partner. I see the smirk on your face MVP, it won’t be easy as this opponent will bring you to the limit, that will truly test you to see if you have what it takes. And that opponent is me.
Singles Match
Cesaro vs. Tag Team Champion Roman Reigns
Reigns picks up an impressive win against Cesaro
Edge vs. Chris Benoit
The crowd erupts in cheers as Edge makes his way down to the ring
Tony Chimel
The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario Canada! He is the Rated R Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuperstar! Edge!
Edge gets into the ring and awaits his opponent for the evening.
Tony Chimel
And his opponent!
Benoit makes his way to the ring to cheers from the SOOL universe!
Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring from Montreal, Canada! The Rabid Wolverine! Chris Benoit!
As He enters the ring the ref rings the bell.
Edge wins via spear...
*Kruger’s face shows a huge amount of excitement as if he has had a realization.*
.:Leo Kruger:.
I've got it.. I know why I always lose.. It’s because I love playing with my prey. I take way too much to end them and claim them as a trophy. Why don’t I just end them before they get the best of me? It’s because it’s the trill of the hunt. To watch your enemy struggle to breathe sends an overwhelming amount of emotions through your body.
*Kruger smiles and giggles with gitty*
.:Leo Kruger:.
It makes me feel more alive than ever. It appears that some people believe I am a joke. This reminds me when I was a kid on my first day of school. I stood before all the kids and I said Hi, my name is Leo Kruger. All the kids laughed at me
*Kruger laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
And when I beat you, Edge all the kids will laughing at you!
*Kruger laughs creepily*
.:Leo Kruger:.
THEY WILL BE LAUGHING EDGE! How are you going to deal with it? As you can tell it caused me to snap. What will it do to you? Hmmmmm..?
*Kruger laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
My vote is it causes you to go mad. All the memories of your success in SOOL will go running through your mind. I will be a huge part of those memories because memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes.. Those memories will tell you we accomplished so much together, and just The idea of me destroying you. Will prove I carried our little team the entire time. which will have you slip into madness, but remember madness is always an emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful memories of me carrying our team, You can lock them away..... forever. Just accept my terms for our match at Wrestlemania. Where we can finally end this all. After that match I will finally get the success I deserve here in SOOL, but the first thing I am going to prove is I am better than you then the next claim I will have is the World Heavyweight title and it will be around my waist. Mr. Wyatt this a message for you sir.
*Kruger points at the camera*
.:Leo Kruger:.
You will see me soon enough. I can’t wait for our collide it will be a great battle amongst true hunters. Until then Edge our last fight will be at Wrestlemania. I want you One on One you haven’t responded yet. I want you to hear your response tonight. If not, I will see you at Smackdown face to face no running away. I will be glad to see you soon my good friend.
*Kruger smiles and laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Tah- Tah!
Singles Match
The Miz vs. Jake Roberts
Camera comes back from a break to where Jake Roberts and The Miz are having their match. The Miz has the upperhand on Roberts as he sends him in the corner and starts to layinto him. The Miz then climbs onto the second turnbuckle and proceeds to punch Roberts in the head. The Miz then taunts Roberts and the crowd which gives Roberts time to recover, lift the Miz over his head and slam him to the ground. Roberts then proceeds to stomp away at The Miz and he then proceeds to drop elbows to the side of The Miz legs. He then proceeds to stomp The Miz in the head and then delivers a knee to his head as well.
Roberts then motions for the DDT as The Miz slowly gets to his feet. He turns around and Roberts hooks him into position but before he could do anything The Miz reverses and delivers a kick to the gut on Roberts and Roberts falls to his knees. The Miz then hooks Roberts and hits a Snap DDT. The Miz then starts to stalk Roberts. Roberts slowly gets up and The Miz hooks him for the Skull Crushing Finale and hits it. The Miz goes for the cover but just as he goes to Bam Bams music hits and he starts to walk down to the ring. The Miz sees this and diverts his attention to Bigelow as he walks down the ramp. Bigelow climbs the ring apron and stands outside the ring. The Miz starts to ask Bigekow to bring it and come fight him. Bigelow just smiles and points behind The Miz and eventually The Miz turns around and Roberts is standing behind him and before The Miz can do anything Roberts hits a DDT and goes for the cover. The ref counts to three and Roberts is the winner. Bigelow comes into the ring and raises Roberts hand in victory with both men smileing. Roberts then whispers something into Bam Bams ear which raises an even bigger smile from the big man. Bigelow starts to climb the turnbuckle as Roberts drags The Miz over to the corner. Bigelow then jumps off and hits his finsher on The Miz. Bigelow then picks The Miz up and throws him out of the ring. Both men raise each others arms and smile as the show cuts to another break.
Singles Match
Jack Swagger vs. Hardcore Champion Sting
jack swagger and Zeb Colter walk out onto the ramp, Zeb Colter mic in hand, and swagger stretching for his match.
*Zeb Colter*
My fellow Real Americans what is today? Is it a random day were our nations youth randomly get out of school? Is it a day were we all eat until we throw up? or it it the day we all are supposed to look back and be thankful for all the things that our great presidents of the past and present have done? Now I would say that I am greatly disappointed, but to tell all of you the TRUTH, im not. how can I be. look at the gook we have as president. A man who was supposed to have been born here in the United States, but our "great" president just so happened to have lost his after WE THE PEOPLE found out that he was born in Hawaii before it was one of our great 50 states.
*Zeb Colter*
Now I don't know about you but jack swagger and myself believe that that was no coincidence. Oh no, we believe that this "man" we call our president is nothing more that a liar, and a fraud. He was elected by the blondes, the blacks, and the people who just didn't know any better.
*Zeb Colter*
And then we have Swaggers "opponent" for tonight, a face painted, nocturnal, crazy ass gook himself, Sting. Let me ask you something sting, What the hell are you? are you high? do you really think your a crow? Do you really think you are a champion? You are an un American and a disgrace of a citizen of this great country. Now if all you Real Americans would please rise, place your hands over your hearts and in a loud clear voice say with me... WE THE PEOPLE.
Sting makes his way down to the ring before climbing in and awaits the ref to ring the bell.
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About 10 minutes pass as the match is comeing to a close.
sting on the apron is groggy, swagger runs and spears sting onto the announce table. swagger gets out of the ring and picks up sting before irish whipping his to the steps, but sting reverses sending swagger shoulder first into the steel steps. sting rolls into the ring. the ref counts.
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swagger rolls in. swagger tries to stand in the corner. sting runs and hits the stinger splash. he goes for the pin.
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KICKOUT
sting showing no emotions waits for swagger to stir before putting him in position for the scorpion death drop, but swagger uses his strength to lift up sting, drop him, and hits the gutwrench powerbomb on sting. swagger goes for the pin.
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*Jimmy Jacobs’ music hits and the boos fill the arena. Jacobs walks out with a huge smirk on his face as he stares down the ramp to see Sting knocked down. Jacobs walks down the ramp with the smile getting bigger as he gets closer to the ring. He walks over to the ring and lifts up the skirt and pulls out a table and slides it into the ring.*
.:Jimmy Jacobs:.
I TOLD YOU I’D BE WATCHING!
*Jacobs leans the table against the turnbuckle. Jacobs picks up Sting and throws him outta the ring and then Jacobs gets outta the ring and picks up sting and rolls him in the ring with his head sticking out the ring and Jacobs backs up and gets an evil grin across his face*
*Kevin Nash theme song hits and Nash comes running down the ramp.*
.:Jimmy Jacobs:.
WATCH THIS NASH!
*Jacobs runs and kicks Sting’s head through the table. Jacobs stares down Nash and smirks*
Jimmy's face goes white, his eyes grow wide, and the lights cut out, halting Nash, and Jimmy.
Once more, the gong sounds out, causing the lights to flicker, illuminating the ring and stage, for just a moment. Then, the chants begin.
The crowd, for some reason, seem really excited about what's going on. Considering this entire segment has been full of assholes, you can't help but be excited for someone new. On the stage, two hooded figures appear. Walking in perfect step, out onto the stage. Each are followed by another, then another. Druids. Each begin to head to the ring, lining the ramp, which currently holds Nash. They keep coming, all the druids moving down the ramp, then surrounding the ring, locking Jimmy in. Jacobs looks around frantically, searching for an escape but finds none. Then, the titantron comes to life. It reveals another hooded figure. But this one, sits in a rocking chair. A small one, at that.
The chair rocks back and forth, creaking as the hooded figure sings. The voice belongs to that of a little girl. Not able to be older than twelve. She pulls up a hand, lighting a match in one single sweep. Then looks to the camera. She removes her hood, revealing her face, which can be seen thanks to the match.
"You messed with the devil, Jimmy. Now, he messes with you."
She then tosses the match to the floor, igniting the floor around her. The flame makes a circle, surrounding the rocking chair, but not moving towards it. She moves back to singing, replacing her hood and looking away from the camera, the flames crackling around her. Then....
BOOM!
The stage erupts in flames, causing even Nash to turn around. Jimmy seems as though he is prepped for a fight, staring at the stage, not even focused on Nash anymore. That's where he slipped up. Behind him, the canvas of the mat breaks open, a hand reaching out of it. Slowly but surely, followed by a body. The head, or better yet, mask of Kane appears from the gaping hole in the ring. Jimmy, oblivious to the gates of hell opening behind him, stares at the stage still, awaiting an entrance. Kane drags himself out of the hole, and to his feet, standing right behind Jimmy. He draws his hand back, waiting for Jimmy to figure it out. Sure enough, Jacobs face goes white again as he slowly turns around, coming face to face with the Big Red Monster. Kane, having already drew back for it, catches Jimmy by the throat. He picks Jimmy up and spins around to the hole he just opened, chokeslamming Jacobs through it, causing him to disappear to the depths below.
Kane stands over the hole, which just devoured Jimmy Jacobs, looking down on it with hatred. Kane then turns to Sting, the man who took his title from him, then to Nash, who still stands on the ramp, eyes on the event that just took place. Kane looks to the druids, and they part, opening the way for Nash to the ring. They even begin to head back to the back, their job done, staying in file, and chanting as they go. Nash is cautious, but the druids do not harm him as Kane looks to Nash, signalling the belt around his waist.
Singles Match
Goldust vs Finn Balor
The bell rings and both men circle the ring. They then tie up in a test of strength. Gold dust gets the upper hand and puts Balor in a headlock. Balor takes a few shots to the head while Gold dust has him in the grapple. Gold dust then slams Balor to the ground. Trying to further do damage with that headlock, but finally Balor gets out of it. Once both men are back up Balor runs and drop kicks gold dust in the knees. Once Gold Dust falls Balor is back up and attacking with vicious stomps, then drops a knee to his back. He goes for a nice knee to the face but Gold Dust reverses it. Gold dust with a close line to Finn. Gold Dust then starts giving a few of his own stomps to Balors body. He picks Balor up and slams him back down to the mat to show his power to Balor, but Balor doesn't stay down long. Balor comes up and tries for the role up pin. 1..2..kicks out. Balor laughs about almost catching Gold Dust off guard and winning for it. They then start trading blows back and forth until Gold Dust runs at Balor for a big boot like move to the chest. Balor rolls out of the ring trying to recover, but Gold Dust follows. Gold Dust then beats down on Balor until the ref gets to the count of 5 then throws Balor back into the ring. Balor tries to roll out again but it back fires once more and Balor is sent into the side of the announce table. Gold Dust then slams his head against the announce table and Balor falls to the floor. Gold Dust once again picks Balor up and tosses him into the ring. Gold Dust follows him in and thinks it's time to end it. Gold dust picks him up and throws him into the turn buckle to try and hit his signature, but Balor reverses it and hits him with his signature instead from out of no where. Balor and Gold Dust are both down. Gold Dust due to the kick to the head and Balor from being worn down. Balor starts getting up and so does Gold Dust but then Balor hits him with a knee to the head and then set him up for his finisher. Balor picks Gold Dust up and drops him on his neck. With what energy he has left Balor climbs over Gold Dust. 1..2..3 the match is over with Balor being victorious.
I've been on the lower rungs of this company for to long. I've not gotten to much of a chance to prove myself or make a name for myself at all, but that's going to change. You better believe it. It's all gonna change. The way my image is seen, will all change. You see the fact that I'm a possible continder in the Money In The Bank match has amped me up, this is my moment to prove to all these people that I am not just a superstar but that I am a King among men in that ring. If and when I show up at that PPV match, I won't be in the lower rungs, cause I'll be climbing my way, straight. to. the top. *Balor smirks and walks off*
MVP's VIP Lounge
Guest: Shane McMahon
ladies and gentleman welcome to the VIP lounge with your host MVP tonight my guest will be Mr Shane o Mac on the first ever soul edition of the VIP lounge where where big things are popping and little things are stopping
Shane McMahon: Yeah, I'm here. Thanks for the invite. Should be rather interesting... I think.
well Mr Shane o Mac I want to talk first of all about where the corporation is going so because I was looking on soolwrestling.com and I realize that it will be Chris Jericho going one-on-one with another half for the corporation Sheamus for the Intercontinental Championshipso with that being said Shane you what's going on with the the corporation because I missed the Monday Night Raw is because I could have been there but I hand today and take care of a few other things outside of the building I was over in another company dealing with a problem that needed to be felt with
Shane McMahon: I see. Well the Corporation is doing just fine. We're as strong as ever. Jericho is the Intercontinental Champion, The Shield have the Tag Team Championships, Dean Ambrose is Mr. Money in the Bank and Shawn Michaels is competing for the World Heavyweight Championship at Special Delivery. Whatever you had going on is your own business but I guess you should pay attention more often. Sheamus is no longer affiliated with us and Jericho will tear him apart come Special Delivery. Sheamus chose to leave us and now it'll be the biggest mistake of his life. No one will oppose us, and I mean no one.
Well 1 more question then we will move on to the other questions. but my question is this is there room for the baller mvp to join the Corporation.
Shane McMahon: Excuse me? The Corporation doesn't accept applications. We make deals and send out offers and do what's best for business. You want to be a part of us? Well somehow, some way, you need to do something to make us take notice. Do something and make something of yourself and we'll go from there.
Mvp:I vowed to win the US title but my next question is why is the soil management fighting with each other
Shane McMahon: Well best of luck with that. Shane Douglas is tough, just like the Shane you're looking at right now. Anyhow on to your question. SOOL management isn't fighting each other. This isn't a fight. We have our disagreement and I wouldn't call this a fight. We all know that they have no fight in them. They are just acting foolishly because they think they can make a difference. Outside of Bray Wyatt, no single group has the power and the pull that we have right now and that's a fact and soon enough Wyatt won't have that power anymore.
Mvp: well I know no disrespect sir but if I had the beat down clan here we would own sool
Shane McMahon: The what clan? Look I don't know what you're into but I take that notion as a pure sign of ignorance and arrogance on your part. I'm personally offended and as far as I'm concerned you have no room to speak about owning anything as I own you. Here you are spouting off about owning SOOL but you've done nothing yet and as I see it maybe you'll never amount to anything if you piss me off. I don't take kindly to threats or whatever that was you were speaking about. This is over, I've got better things to do with better people and you should be grateful that I agreed to be here in the first place. So yeah, thanks but no thanks, I got to get going.
Tag Team Match
Alberto Del Rio & John Cena vs. Triple H & Randy Orton
*As RAW is WAR continues the crowd is pumped for the next match and then the silence is broken by the playing of the following theme.*
*Orton and Triple H make their way down to the ring as they get a mixed reaction from the crowd. As they are in the ring and ready while Orton's music dies down, the crowd begins to chant Cena’s and Alberto's names. After slight moments pass, their chant is broken by the sound of Cena’s theme blasting throughout the arena.*
*Cena and Del Rio come out and are excited for their match tonight. They head down to the ring and comes eye to eye with Orton and Triple H. The referee separates them and then Cena goes about his usual entrance routine and tosses his shirt and hat into the audience. The referee checks both men and then signals for the bell as it appears that Cena and Triple H are about to begin this match.*
The fans are all on their feet in anticipation for this big tag team match. John Cena & Triple H circle the ring ready to pick their spot at just the right moment as the crowd is pumped. The bell has already sounded and just as Triple H is ready to engage Cena, Orton tags himself in. Orton enters the ring and doesn't even explain himself to Triple H as The Game just stares at Orton quite confused. Triple H is a bit annoyed as he is instructed by the official to get out of the ring and onto the aprons as Orton now locks up with Cena in the ring. They struggle around the ring, neither man willing to let up as both try to get the early advantage in the match. Randy Orton breaks the hold just as John Cena begins to overpower him in the corner. Orton goes quickly to work on Cena with a rapid series of right hands to the head, which at first dazes Cena before dropping him to one knee. Orton bounces off the ropes and is ready to deliver a clothesline to the head of Cena but Cena is one step quicker as he catches Orton and drops him with a fireman’s carry.
Cena wastes little time as he delivers a series of punches to the face of Orton in succession. Cena whips Orton against the ropes and attempts a back body drop but Orton stops Cena dead in his tracks with a kick to the head. Orton continues on the offense as he Irish whips Cena into the corner. He charges towards him but Cena moves out of the way and Orton catches nothing but the turnbuckle padding. Cena quickly school boys Orton and the ref slides in for the count.
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Orton gets up and is hurting and holding his chest, but Cena wastes no time and grabs Orton and plants him with a belly to back suplex. Cena is now exerting his power moves as he brings Orton to his feet and raises him high into the air to deliver a vertical suplex. Cena is rolling as Orton gets back to his feet and then gets scoop slammed by Cena with ease. Cena then grabs hold of Orton's right arm and tightens it up with an arm wringer and Cena then looks over to tag in Del Rio. However, just before the tag, Orton manages to escape Cena's hold.
Cena turns around to see Orton charge back at Cena and nails him with a clothesline. Cena falls and Orton takes a minute to gather himself before continuing his assault as Triple H motions that he wants a tag. Orton kicks Cena multiple times in several areas while he’s on the floor as Orton isn't acknowledging that Triple H wants in. Cena is taking lots of damage and Orton is ready to finish Cena. Orton drops Cena with a vicious dropkick and then Orton grabs Cena and sets him up for Orton's patented modified neck breaker.
Orton now sees Cena crawling over to tag in Del Rio, so Orton cuts him off by lunging towards Cena with a double axe handle hitting Cena in the head. Orton now mocks Del Rio by grabbing Cena's hand and moving it over for a tag. Del Rio wants in the ring as Orton then drives his knee into Cena's head. Triple H is once again signaling for a tag but Orton still doesn't notice it as he picks Cena up and rams him head first into one of the neutral corner turnbuckles. Orton then begins to tee off on Cena with a calculated series of punches to Cena's head. Orton lands so many punches that the referee forces his way in between both men and scoot Orton away from Cena.
As the ref decides that Orton is far enough, he steps aside and Orton approaches Cena again but Cena rushes at him and knocks him down with a flying shoulder block. Cena and Orton take time to stand back up but once they get up, Cena rebounds off the ropes and hits Orton with another flying shoulder block. Orton is fatigued but has enough in him to get back up to his feet and take a chance by swinging with a knockout desperation punch to Cena, but Cena ducks it and Orton misses wildly, causing him to swing around with his back to Cena. Cena grabs Orton from behind and lifts him high into the air to deliver his signature belly to back spin out power slam. Cena plants Orton down with the slam and he's in position for his signature Five Knuckle Shuffle. Cena looks over to Del Rio and Del Rio is rooting him on to finish off Orton, so Cena double over in Orton's face and taunts him with the You Can't See ME! Cena then rises up and runs off the ropes and as he rebounds back towards Orton, Cena sees that Orton has rolled out of the way and is using the ropes to help him back up.
Cena is a bit disappointed but he's ready to continue the fight. Orton then motions over that he's about to tag in Triple H, so Cena then looks over and asks Del Rio if he wants in. Del Rio sticks out his hand, and just as Cena is about to tag in Del Rio, Cena stops as he sees Orton going to tag in Triple H first, but as Orton goes for the tag, there is no one there to tag. Triple H jumps off of the apron leaving Orton to fend for himself. Cena, Del Rio and especially Orton are confused as to why Triple H isn't tagging Orton. Orton is irate as Triple H just shakes his head at Orton with overwhelming disappointment. Triple H and Orton are in an exchange of words as Triple H tells Orton to turn around and go it alone as Orton wouldn't tag him earlier in the match. Orton can't believe he's being left high and dry and as it finally dawns on Orton that the match is still going on, Orton turns around and walks right into Cena, who lifts Orton up onto his shoulders and easily puts him down with the FU and into a quick cover.
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*Cena and Del Rio have won this tag match at Orton's expense. Del Rio enters the ring for the first time all match as the referee grabs both Cena's and Del Rio's arms and raises them both in victory. Cena and Del Rio aren't sure what to make of it but a win is a win still and there wasn't much else they can do about that. Triple H re-enters the ring and he doesn't seem to have much of a beef with Cena and Del Rio now as his problem seems to be Randy Orton. Del Rio and Cena then leave as Triple H now stands over Orton. Orton then begins to get up holding his lower back and as he sets his eyes on Triple H, Orton is yelling at Triple H as he questions his actions. Triple H isn't saying much of anything as Orton then gets frustrated and slaps Orton as he calls him a stupid SOB. Triple H then isn't smirking anymore as he floors Orton with a big right hand to the face. Orton is down and holding his jaw as he is trying to use the ropes to get back up but Triple H isn't quite done with Orton yet as he then walks over to Orton...*
*Orton is down and out following the resounding Pedigree by the Game. The crowd is going wild as they aren't sure what to make of Triple H's recent actions but they sure approve seeing Orton go down. Triple H stares down at Orton once again as he decides to leave Orton laying as his music begins to play and Triple H decides to leave the ring.*
*Dean Ambrose storms to the ring in an obviously angry fit*
*Dean walks in constant circles, pulling at strands of his hair. He rolls out the ring and snatches a microphone from the bell keeper and rolls back in*
Dean Ambrose: Kevin Nash...Oh Kevin Kevin Kevin. Kevin. Jake. Zayn. Wyatt. These names make my blood boil. The give me migraines. Make me angry. Homicidal. THEY PISS ME OFF! Oh Kevin, you've barely escaped an ass whooping of the likes you never felt before! Oh got lucky and some times it's better to to be luck than good. Except when it comes to me. Cause no amount of luck could ever stop me from coming back for more. You could Jackknife me from the heavens back into my home in hell. I'd come back with flames licking my heels and continue to throw punches and kicks. This ISN'T over. It's over when I say it's over.
Dean Ambrose: And I must be the prettiest gal at this dance we call Raw because all today I've been being talked about by all the boys here! Jake the washed up snake! It's great that you're still allowed to wrestle even if you have blatant memory loss because Jake ol' buddy ol' pow you seem to suffer from extreme memory lost. Slapping around the Shield? SLAPPING US AROUND. Hmm. Well I guess you can go remissness about it with your other Nest buddies. Oh wait...you have no other ones. You know why? Cause we beat them. No...we killed them. We destroyed you guys repeatedly. We beat you like you stole something. We robbed you of dignity and pretty much your whole place in this company. And you're challenging me? Just because Wyatt got done "slapping" you around doesn't mean you'll get points by mentioning MY name from your pathetic mouth. You want some? You got a death wish? I'm always here. And I after I'm done beating your sorry ass all around the arena maybe I'll finish by pulling an Ozzy And decapitate the little garden snake Damien right in front of the whole SOOL Universe!
Dean Ambrose: And Zayn...You slapped me. Oh that takes guts. But when you slap another man you've turned something that would have been just a fight...into a war. I had enough on my plate but sadly nothing to do until Special Delivery. I got something now. So thank you. Thank you Zayn for stepping up to the plate and being my first real victim. I heard your bullshit earlier. You think you're crazy? No, you're far from it. I have eyes that can look into souls Zayn. And I can see into yours. I can see the bitch in you from miles away. You're in the little leagues. You're the new kid on the block. The new bully. But I'M the crazy kid. I'M real bully. I AM LUCIFER in the flesh and when you step into a SOOL building you're stepping into my yard. My playground. My lair. You've bitten off more than you can chew and when I'm done punching your teeth down you throat at Special Delivery you'll never chew again. Line them up, I knock them down. Zayn. Jake. Kevin. Wyatt. Soon...the Devil will retake. His. Throne.
*Dean climbs the turnbuckle and screams "Bring them to me!"*
Singles Match
Jeff Hardy vs Damien Sandow
The crowd goes crazy as they hear that familiar theme play over the speakers. The lights turn a dark blue as Jeff Hardy makes his way out to the stage area, bathed in smoke and green laser lights. He is dressed in a black muscleshirt and black baggy pants, a green studded belt around his waist, his signature white and black armbands on his arms and his hair dyed a dark purple color, a dark blue facepaint design on his left arm and face.
He does his usual dance on the rope, making his way down the ramp and high fiving each of the crowd members. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope before going to the middle one in the corner, yelling at the crowd to get them riled up, them getting behind him quite a bit. He took a breath, jumping off and turning to face the entrance, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Not long after that, Damien Sandow's music hit the speakers. He came out in his robe, an air of superiority about him as the crowd made their voices heard with their boos. He seemingly reveled in them, not bothered in the slightest as he made his way down the ramp, gracefully making his way to the ring. He climbed the steps and then into the ring, removing his robe and handing it to one of the ringside crew members.
Jeff was crouched down a bit in the corner, using the ropes to stretch his arms out a little before he pulled himself up. He narrowed his eyes at the self proclaimed Intellectual Savior, pumping himself up for the match. Sandow looked on, seemingly not impressed with Hardy, feeling an easy win coming up as the bell finally rung.
The two met in the middle of the ring with a lockup, Jeff only able to hold it for a little while before he was shoved away. He stumbled and rolled into the ropes, looking up at Sandow who seemed to have quite the smirk on his face. He posed for the crowd, acting as if he had already won the match only to be met with a dropkick to his chest when he turned himself around.
Jeff got to his feet, giving Sandow one stomp to the chest before heading to the ropes. He ran and bounced himself off them as Sandow got up, Hardy leaping into the air to catch him with a lariat to knock him down to the mat. He scurried around Sandow afterwards, getting reaching to grab at his ankles, lifting his legs up and spreading them. Letting out a loud yell, the crowd cheering in reaction, Hardy jumped and hit his signature leg drop to his midsection. Sandow sat up afterwards, a groan of pain on his face as Hardy rolled backwards, catching him with a dropkick to his chest to plant him onto his back.
Hardy quickly got himself back up, going through the ropes to stand on the apron. He got a good grip on the top rope, leaping and using the rope to propel him towards Sandow with a senton before he ended up being met with Sandow's knees to his back. He yelled out, sitting himself up, caught in a headlock from behind by Sandow. The hold was worked for quite a while, the crowd stomping their feet to get behind Hardy who slowly made his way to his feet. He elbowed Sandow in the side a few times, making him release the hold before he ran towards the ropes again. This time however, Sandow caught him by his hair, yanking and slamming his back down hard.
The ref got in his face a little about using the hair, causing him to put his hands up before getting down, going for the pin.
1..2--Jeff Hardy kicks his feet up to break out of the pin at the last second. Taking a breather, Sandow gripped him by his hair again, lifting him up to his feet and locking him into a front facelock. He lift him up in the air, hitting quite the devastating vertical suplex, slamming him down on the mat. He went for the cover and got yet another near fall. Picking Hardy up yet again, he tossed him into the corner, following up with a hard elbow to the side of his head. Nodding a little, he took a few steps back, charging in towards Hardy for a clothesline. Instead however, Hardy lift his boot up, making Sandow run straight into it. Hardy chased after him right away, slipping past him and running up the opposite corner, leaping at him for a Whisper in the Wind attempt!
Sandow however moved out of the way at the last second, sending Hardy crashing down to the mat. Getting up right after, Sandow went over to Hardy, signaling for the Cubito Aequet! He goes through the motions, successfully hitting it on Hardy, jolting his body on the ground. He quickly went for the cover, only to get yet another nearfall from Hardy. Cursing out in frustration, he shakes his head, trying to signal that it was over right here. He got himself up, reaching down to lift Hardy up again. He gets his arms around him in a full nelson, lifting him up and slamming him down in the Half Nelson Sideslam finisher he calls "You're Welcome"
Sure that it was over, he covered Hardy yet again, a smug grin on his face.
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Getting himself back up slowly, he crawls to the ropes, going out on the apron beforel ifting himself up. He pulls his shirt off, yelling out to the crowd again, tossing the shirt out to them. He climbs the turnbuckle, slowly lifting himself up, giving the Hardy Guns signal before leaping off for a Swanton Bomb! As he comes down, in an effort of what could just be considered desperation and instinct, Sandow gets his knees up, Hardy slamming down hard on them, causing him to roll to his side. The impact however still rocking Sandow as they both lie flat on the mat. The ref looks at the both of them before starting the count.
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The ref signals for the bell, counting both of the men out, neither of them able to answer a count. The announcer calls for the match to be a draw, earning quite the mixed reaction from the crowd. A few seconds pass by as the two of them slowly finally get to their feet, a look of exhaustion on both their faces. Hardy winces, going over to Sandow, extending a hand to shake on the match the two had. Sandow looks at it for a while before taking it, giving him the handshake. It looks like everything's ok before suddenly Sandow pulls him in, twists him around, and hits the "You're Welcome" One more time, laying him out.
He stands over Hardy before looking up to the camera, a wide grin on his face as the crowd erupts in boos.
Sandow's music plays over the speakers yet again as he turns to the Wrestlemania sign hanging over the crowd, pointing to it. The image of him standing over Jeff Hardy and pointing to the sign being what is the last image of the show as RAW slowly fades out.
End of Show.
Longest Reign: 154 Days
