The SmackDown Series
Edition 1
The fans were going absolutely insane as the pyrotechnics showed an awesome display of fireworks. This signaled the start of a chronicle: Chapter I in the SmackDown series.
This particular week on SmackDown, there will be matches for every title, as all were vacated. The fireworks on the SmackDown stage died down, until the British tune of Commisioner William Regal began to play about the arena. The fans were booing intensely at the Goodwill Embassador as he descended the ramp to the ring, waving politely to the fans with a large smile on his face. He ascended the steel steps, stepped into the ring, and proceeced to take the microphone from Lilian Garcia.
"Ladies and gentlemen, first off, I would like to thank all of you for coming here tonight. But unfortunately, most of you are rednecked slobs! I am embarrassed to be here, surrounded by all of you fools!" He spoke into the microphone.
With this remark, the fans began to shower the commisioner with boos as he got a wicked smile on his face. He raised the microphone once again, speaking. "But I am not here to address the state of you fools. I am here to name the matches taking place tonight, one for each title. First I would like to address the Light Heavyweight title. Now I know that many of the light heavyweights are pathetic weaklings, but my good friend Vince McMahon has asked there be a title match tonight. I have gone through the names and decided. Dean Malenko will face Scotty Too Hotty tonight in a singles bout!"
The crowd began a light cheer at the sound of Scotty's name, and the commisioner nodded in approval. He raised the microphone again as he began to speak once more. "Now moving on, past that weak little couple. Second of all, is the European Title. Being a European myself, I would hate to see this title go to some greasy American so therefore, I am booking myself in a match with Eddy Guererro, who is NOT American, in a European Championship match!"
This time, there was no immediate reaction from the crowd as neither of them were fan favorites.
"Next on my agenda is the Hardcore Title. These men fighting are complete fools, whoever gets pleasure from being hit with a metal object is a crazy man! Now, the two men competing will be, Raven, and...The Big Show." The crowd shot up in jeers at this amazing match as he again nodded in approval.
"The next item is the Tag Team titles. We have an incredible group of Tag Teams here in the federation...but unfortunately they are all weak little besmerchers! So I am going to send in the best of the bunch, The Hardy Boys versus my good friends Edge and Christian...in a ladder match!" The crowd broke out in instant approval.
"The second last item on my agenda today is the Intercontinental Title. Now, in my mind, there are only two people worthy of the Intercontinental Title, one of them being my good friend Kurt Angle. The second, my only other choice, Chris Benoit. Now you see, there will be..."
The commisioner was suddenly cut off by the blacking out of the lights and the display of 'Y2J: 5' as the numbers counted down...4...3...2...1...All went quiet as the arena was susepended in blackness, when suddenly...
BANG! A huge pyrotechnic explosion triggered on stage, as 'Y2J' Chris Jericho's familiar music began to play throughout the arena. "Break the walls DOWN!" the music blasted, as the lights rose and Chris Jericho stood on stage, with his back to Regal and his arms thrust out to the side, a microphone in one hand. He spun around sharply, glaring at the fans, then down at William as he raised the microphone to his mouth.
"Regal, will you please...SHUT...THE HELL...UP!" The fans chanted along with Y2J as he yelled the words. "You're telling me, the 'Ayatollah of ROCK and ROLLA'...that your only options were Kirk Angel and Chris Benoyt? Well, jerky, you are EXTREEEEMELY wrong! Your only option should have been Y2J, but I guess your British head is too thick to realize it!" The fans eruped in cheers for the Canadian superstar.
"So, Mr. Comm 'piss' ioner, all I'm asking is to be in that match, for the Intercontinental Championship, and I will show you, and all of the other Jerichoholics why..."
Suddenly, he was cut off by Regal. "How DARE you come out here and just besmerch me like this! This is a disgrace! You, quite frankly, are an absoulute disgust! And, for your information, I already have you booked in a match tonight. Let me introduce to you...your opponent."
The lights went dim as the rough voiced words "Time To Play The Game..." began to play over the PA system as Jericho turned around, backing down the stage. The music continued with "It's all about The Game, and how you play it!" as 'The Game' Triple H stepped out on the stage, without Stephanie, wearing blue jeans and a torn 'HHH' jean jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. He looked down at Chris with a look that could freeze anyone from head to toe. The Game had a mic in his back pocket, as he pulled it out and raised it to his mouth.
"Why, Chris, you look so surprised to see me. You know, things get tough some times here in the WWF. And tonight, I'm going to make it too tough for you to handle. Jericho, they have always called me 'The Game' and that's not for no reason. They call me The Game because I am the best there is. They call me the Game because I am the Cerebral Assassin. And most of all, they call me The Game because I AM...That...Damn...Good!"
The fans gave a mixed reaction to Hunter as he scanned the arena with his eyes, dropping the mic to his side. Regal then raised the mic to his mouth again. "Mr. Jericho, not only will you be facing Triple H tonight, you will be facing him...inside a STEEL CAGE!"
With this, the fans burst into an immediate explosion of cheers. "And not only will it be inside a Steel Cage...it will be for...THE...World...Wrestling...Federation...Championship!"
All hell then broke loose among the crowd. The noise level reached an insane level, the fans were jumping out of their seats, yelling in excitement. Triple H then began to speak.
"So, what do you think, Jeri..." He was then cut off by Y2J himself.
"Hunter, WOULD YOU PLEASE...SHUT...THE HELL...UP!"
Once again, the decibals of the crowd reached an unbearable level as Jericho kept speaking. "Triple H, why wait until tonight? WHY NOT NOW!?"
With this, Triple H then pulled off his jacket as Jericho dropped the mic on the ramp and ran hard at HHH. The two exchanged fists and kicks, brawling in front of the Titan Tron. Triple H got a hard knee to the gut, causing Jericho to bend over and seal his fate. Triple H hooked his arms, leaped up, and planted Jericho hard into the stage with a Pedigree, right onto the metal.
Triple H stood up, with an evil look on his face as his exit music cut, as he walked out through the curtains to a ringing boo. Regal looked up at Jericho as he too left the ring as the show cut to a commercial break.
Edition 1
The fans were going absolutely insane as the pyrotechnics showed an awesome display of fireworks. This signaled the start of a chronicle: Chapter I in the SmackDown series.
This particular week on SmackDown, there will be matches for every title, as all were vacated. The fireworks on the SmackDown stage died down, until the British tune of Commisioner William Regal began to play about the arena. The fans were booing intensely at the Goodwill Embassador as he descended the ramp to the ring, waving politely to the fans with a large smile on his face. He ascended the steel steps, stepped into the ring, and proceeced to take the microphone from Lilian Garcia.
"Ladies and gentlemen, first off, I would like to thank all of you for coming here tonight. But unfortunately, most of you are rednecked slobs! I am embarrassed to be here, surrounded by all of you fools!" He spoke into the microphone.
With this remark, the fans began to shower the commisioner with boos as he got a wicked smile on his face. He raised the microphone once again, speaking. "But I am not here to address the state of you fools. I am here to name the matches taking place tonight, one for each title. First I would like to address the Light Heavyweight title. Now I know that many of the light heavyweights are pathetic weaklings, but my good friend Vince McMahon has asked there be a title match tonight. I have gone through the names and decided. Dean Malenko will face Scotty Too Hotty tonight in a singles bout!"
The crowd began a light cheer at the sound of Scotty's name, and the commisioner nodded in approval. He raised the microphone again as he began to speak once more. "Now moving on, past that weak little couple. Second of all, is the European Title. Being a European myself, I would hate to see this title go to some greasy American so therefore, I am booking myself in a match with Eddy Guererro, who is NOT American, in a European Championship match!"
This time, there was no immediate reaction from the crowd as neither of them were fan favorites.
"Next on my agenda is the Hardcore Title. These men fighting are complete fools, whoever gets pleasure from being hit with a metal object is a crazy man! Now, the two men competing will be, Raven, and...The Big Show." The crowd shot up in jeers at this amazing match as he again nodded in approval.
"The next item is the Tag Team titles. We have an incredible group of Tag Teams here in the federation...but unfortunately they are all weak little besmerchers! So I am going to send in the best of the bunch, The Hardy Boys versus my good friends Edge and Christian...in a ladder match!" The crowd broke out in instant approval.
"The second last item on my agenda today is the Intercontinental Title. Now, in my mind, there are only two people worthy of the Intercontinental Title, one of them being my good friend Kurt Angle. The second, my only other choice, Chris Benoit. Now you see, there will be..."
The commisioner was suddenly cut off by the blacking out of the lights and the display of 'Y2J: 5' as the numbers counted down...4...3...2...1...All went quiet as the arena was susepended in blackness, when suddenly...
BANG! A huge pyrotechnic explosion triggered on stage, as 'Y2J' Chris Jericho's familiar music began to play throughout the arena. "Break the walls DOWN!" the music blasted, as the lights rose and Chris Jericho stood on stage, with his back to Regal and his arms thrust out to the side, a microphone in one hand. He spun around sharply, glaring at the fans, then down at William as he raised the microphone to his mouth.
"Regal, will you please...SHUT...THE HELL...UP!" The fans chanted along with Y2J as he yelled the words. "You're telling me, the 'Ayatollah of ROCK and ROLLA'...that your only options were Kirk Angel and Chris Benoyt? Well, jerky, you are EXTREEEEMELY wrong! Your only option should have been Y2J, but I guess your British head is too thick to realize it!" The fans eruped in cheers for the Canadian superstar.
"So, Mr. Comm 'piss' ioner, all I'm asking is to be in that match, for the Intercontinental Championship, and I will show you, and all of the other Jerichoholics why..."
Suddenly, he was cut off by Regal. "How DARE you come out here and just besmerch me like this! This is a disgrace! You, quite frankly, are an absoulute disgust! And, for your information, I already have you booked in a match tonight. Let me introduce to you...your opponent."
The lights went dim as the rough voiced words "Time To Play The Game..." began to play over the PA system as Jericho turned around, backing down the stage. The music continued with "It's all about The Game, and how you play it!" as 'The Game' Triple H stepped out on the stage, without Stephanie, wearing blue jeans and a torn 'HHH' jean jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. He looked down at Chris with a look that could freeze anyone from head to toe. The Game had a mic in his back pocket, as he pulled it out and raised it to his mouth.
"Why, Chris, you look so surprised to see me. You know, things get tough some times here in the WWF. And tonight, I'm going to make it too tough for you to handle. Jericho, they have always called me 'The Game' and that's not for no reason. They call me The Game because I am the best there is. They call me the Game because I am the Cerebral Assassin. And most of all, they call me The Game because I AM...That...Damn...Good!"
The fans gave a mixed reaction to Hunter as he scanned the arena with his eyes, dropping the mic to his side. Regal then raised the mic to his mouth again. "Mr. Jericho, not only will you be facing Triple H tonight, you will be facing him...inside a STEEL CAGE!"
With this, the fans burst into an immediate explosion of cheers. "And not only will it be inside a Steel Cage...it will be for...THE...World...Wrestling...Federation...Championship!"
All hell then broke loose among the crowd. The noise level reached an insane level, the fans were jumping out of their seats, yelling in excitement. Triple H then began to speak.
"So, what do you think, Jeri..." He was then cut off by Y2J himself.
"Hunter, WOULD YOU PLEASE...SHUT...THE HELL...UP!"
Once again, the decibals of the crowd reached an unbearable level as Jericho kept speaking. "Triple H, why wait until tonight? WHY NOT NOW!?"
With this, Triple H then pulled off his jacket as Jericho dropped the mic on the ramp and ran hard at HHH. The two exchanged fists and kicks, brawling in front of the Titan Tron. Triple H got a hard knee to the gut, causing Jericho to bend over and seal his fate. Triple H hooked his arms, leaped up, and planted Jericho hard into the stage with a Pedigree, right onto the metal.
Triple H stood up, with an evil look on his face as his exit music cut, as he walked out through the curtains to a ringing boo. Regal looked up at Jericho as he too left the ring as the show cut to a commercial break.