Wrestling Universe
Raw 8
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Bursting with energy, Marty Jannetty jogged to the ring, tapping hands as he went. Still as quick and electrifying as ever, he slid into the ring, leapt onto the turn-post and encouraged the crowds in their excitement. He would be the first match, with partner Matt Striker, in what seemed to be a roaring rampage of male versus female. The match between Chyna and Ric Flair had sparked an idea from the two strongest women in the organization. They could defeat the males, and so they shall. He hopped down as his partner entered the stage. Jannetty wasn't certain of their chances, but he knew it would be a decent match.
Matt Striker, dressed in a short, all white attire, descended the stage to ringside where he was greeted by his partner Marty Jannetty. The two seemed to get along well as a team, and they would need to in order to conquer the powerhouse of their opponents. Chyna and Beth decided to work from the ground up in their tour of male destruction. It may even end in a championship match, they hoped. Together, Jannetty and Striker planned in the corner. Jannetty stood behind the ropes so that Striker would start the match against whomever would on the other team.
As a united front, Chyna and Beth Phoenix walked to the stage. Beth held the women's championship up high for all to see. A title she was proud to have earned. As Beth posed with the belt, Chyna unleashed a fury of explosive bursts from a pyro bazooka that bedazzled the audience. The two then walked toward the ring where their opponents were eagerly awaiting them. They knew if they could do this match well, it might even open up an entirely new division. Inter-Gender matches could be weekly or even form a championship title. Like the days of Andy Kaufman in Memphis.
Beth started the match with Matt Striker. They pulled one another close with a grapple lock, but it ultimately ended in a stale mate. Matt Striker took the initiative with a scoop slam. He eagerly followed it up, running the ropes so that he could leap high for a leg drop. He pinned Beth, but she would not go the way of the dodo so quickly. She pushed him off with strength he had not expected. She could probably best him if he wasn't careful. He backed off as requested by the referee. Jannetty came in after a quick tag and continued to keep Beth under control.
Jannetty ran past Beth, then leapt over her. As he bounced back from the ropes, she held her arm out and knocked him clear into the air. Jannetty crashed down into the ring like a ton of bricks. "Strike!" Chyna cheered. Beth then tagged her in. Chyna was pumped. She pulled Jannetty up and over her shoulders the way Ultimate Warrior would. Holding him there briefly before letting him fall behind her onto his stomach. She pinned Jannetty for a quick victory. Taking the win, Chyna and Beth joined in the ring with the mixed reactions from the fans. They were victorious and their tour of destruction would hopefully continue.
"The night is starting off well with that great inter-gender tag match. It seems Ric Flair has unleashed something that can't easily be stopped." Said Michael Cole.
"Beth Phoenix and Chyna Doll are two strong individuals in the female division and I wouldn't be surprised if they could hold their own against some of our finest male individuals. It's about skill and determination." Jim Ross commented. "Up next though we have a match between Rey Mysterio versus Rob Terry."
The current European Championship Title holder was introduced first. Rey Mysterio jumped out from a bright display of sparks and then quickly stepped to the ring, sliding in with the belt in hand. He hung it over his shoulder as he raised himself up high on the upper left turn-post. Showing the golden plating and the prestige of the title to the crowds that booed him, and to those that still cheered the newly heel luchador. He shrugged them off and jumped back down to the white canvas. The match wasn't for the gold, but he still enjoyed showing it off as a testament to his achievements.
Rob Terry was second out. Originally from Swansea, Wales, Rob was one of the runner-ups for the contenders spot now that Santino was out of the picture. European Gold was indeed something he wished to pursue and so henceforth, he would try to achieve that personal goal. It started with a test match against the very holder of that prestigious title. He watched his smaller opponent as he entered the ring. No one could take Mysterio for granted, not even the biggest wrestler in the organization. Mysterio could even run circles around Andre the Giant had he still been around.
Rey raced toward Rob Terry after bouncing himself off the ropes and swung his legs up for a huricanrana. Rob held him and slammed him down in the manner of a powerbomb. He wasn't letting Mysterio get the first punch. He pulled his opponent up, scopping him between the shoulder and thighs, then fell backward to hit Rey Mysterio's back into the canvas. He contemplated a gorilla press, but the direct damage would have been all the same to Mysterio. He pinned his quick-footed opponent. Mysterio kicked out and rolled away to safety. He returned to his feet and raced to kick Rob back down onto the canvas.
The low dropkick and following second-rope moonsault brought the game back into Mysterio's court. He pulled Rob toward the bottom right turn post and set him in place. Climbing up, he would punch his opponent occasionally to keep him submissive. He then jumped off and backed away to the other side of the ring. Mysterio charged. Rob looked up to see the luchador running and moved to his left just in the nick of time. Mysterio's running crossbody planted his chest against the turnbuckles and he fell over the ropes. The referee began a count as watched on from inside the ring.
He then slid out, restarting the count, intent on keeping Mysterio down. He punched the masked man and whipped him toward the steel steps at the corner. The loud metallic thud echoed the arena. Rey collapsed to his knees. His back was reddening with little grooves that covered the steel steps. By the count of nine, after several more hard impacting hits and maneuvers, Rob entered the ring to win via count out. Rey barely inched toward the ring, but it was too late for him. He had a tough opponent in Rob Terry, and would have to learn more before he could face him again. The show went to break with Mysterio trying to rise up on his hands and knees.
The show returned. The ring clear and the crowds ready for another matchup, accompanied by his partner, B.G. James, Kip walked down the aisle. They seemed more uplifted than usual. It must've had something to do with being put on the same brands for once, or was it something else? Their attires were black and green, not their usual street clothes outfits. Kip entered the ring as his partner kept to the side -- he wasn't wrestling, but always attended the singles matches Kip had. Kip prepped himself in the ring as he awaited his opponents from the new faction: The reformed Kai En Tai.
The entirety of Kai En Tai overwhelmed the Outlaws. Although it was only Funaki in the match, Sun Xun, Taka Michinoku, and Tajiri had all come out to support him. The Outlaws knew they could not handle the entire heel faction on their own. Hopefully it would not come down to a chaotic battle in the ring. Funaki slid in as the others stood by, keeping a glaring eye on their partner's opponent. Kip didn't feel like Funaki would be much trouble, but he would have to ensure that Kai En Tai could not get their hands on him during the match. The ring was his only safety from them.
Kip wrestled Funaki into an Irish whip toward the ropes. His opponent returned and was tossed over Kip's back onto the canvas. He turned to pin, but Funaki quickly kicked out of it. After the failure of the count, Kip glanced over at the members of Kai En Tai. They seemed restless. Impatient. He pulled their partner up and scoop slammed him into the canvas. Surely they wouldn't over react to a match cleanly lost? He wasn't sure, and was beginning to not care. Funaki was a piece of cake and he was beginning to question what the faction thought of him instead of the Outlaws.
It was like throwing meat to the lions. Kip brought his opponent up once more and he whipped him again against the ropes. Funaki ducked under the clothesline, picking up speed. He jumped over Kip. Funaki ran for it. He charged Kip and found himself meeting the end of his opponent's black boot. Kip then pinned Funaki successfully for the three count. Just as the referee counted out the three count, calling for the bell to be rung, the entirety of Kai En Tai dove into the ring and attacked. Kip and B.G. James charged forth to meet them dead center.
Kai En Tai eventually over powered the two men. Unable to adapt to the numbers game, Kip and B.G. James were beaten into submission. Sun Xun held his foot over Kip's head, yelling to him in his native tongue and in english. The others pummeled his partner, but something scared them. At the stage stood Kevin Nash. He started for the ring. Kai En Tai backed off swiftly, like fleeing vermin. B.G. James and Kip were free again thanks to Nash and the rolled themselves out of the ring to exit the arena. Kai En Tai headed for the hills -- through the crowd and out of the stadium. In celebration, Nash raised his hand to the cheering crowd and the show went to break.
Upon return, shown in place of the normal arena cameras, a lone gravestone in a foggy desert. The fog scattered around and illuminated with the moonlit sky. Undertaker stepped into view from the left and stood next to the gravestone. It had Kane's name on it and "R.I.P," written in large letters underneath. The date supplied was that of the Summer Bash Pay-Per-View where the two would meet again in battle. He stood, breathing in the dense foggy air in slow deep breaths, then turned to the camera with a grim expression etched across his cold face.
"Kane. I have faced my demons, and I have been the demon for many that cross my path. I have walked through the darkness you have feared all your life." He continued, slowly saying, "I have made this for you, a lone grave in Death Valley. With it, the urn that you desire. The sacred ashes of our parents." He held placed the urn atop the broad grave. "The darkness that fills my soul has become greater than the power that Paul Bearer once wielded over me. I have overcome the bonds that forced me to protect you from evil that still haunts me." He places his hand over the gravestone and looked down at it, saying "I will do as I promised. I will take you to hell where you will suffer an eternity of torment at the hands of the reaper of souls, the only true evil that walks this Earth, your brother. You will rest -- in -- peace." His eyes rolled up into white and the screen cut to normal, showing the lights return to brighten the arena.
"Undertaker does not seem happy about what Kane did last week." Said Jim Ross.
"I can't imagine what is going through Kane right now. If I were him, I'd head for the hills." Cole agreed.
Newcomer to the organization, but known to those in the industry, The Miz strutted down to the ring. Pride filled the wrestler and arrogance was released with each glance, step, and breath he made. He slid into the ring and had asked for a microphone. He clutched it in his black gloved hands, having worn a similar attire to his previous WWE one, but changing the color of his hair and outfit to match. He turned toward the stage, ignoring the fans and the booing crowds at every side. He only focused in front of him, seeing himself on the large screen and spoke.
"It is about time I got picked up for this wrestling organization. A talent like mine should not be wasted on minor promotions like Japan or ROH." He said, "but like I tried in WWE, failing only due to the egotistical politics of John Cena's tongue up old Vince's ass, I will make an impact on this industry by defeated the best of the business." He absorbed the negative chants, the booing, and the hostility that came with his remarks until it simmered and he said, "you only wish you were in this ring whereas, I am in this ring."
"Miz." Shawn Michaels stepped out from behind the curtain, "we all know who you mean by best of the business. Who better than The Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels?" He interrupted before Miz could speak. "Not so fast! You see, Miz, I've seen your lack of respect around the WWE circuit and on your little online interactions with other well known wrestlers in our beloved industry, and I have to say: I'm sickened by it." He said in a more serious tone, "you want to make an impact beating the best of the best, then I suggest you start with me. I promise you this, you better beat me, because if you don't, I'm going to beat the respect into you! I've seen the wave of young egos rush into this organization and one by one you're all going to get put in your place." He started walking down to the ring, "it's about time you get put in yours."
Shawn walked up the steps, his eyes locked on his opponent. Miz stood at the center of the ring, waiting for Shawn to enter. As Shawn passed under the top rope, Miz attacked! He clubbed Shawn on the back and punched away at him. Shawn managed to push his attacker away briefly with an elbow to the chest, but knew he'd have to follow up quickly. Shawn whipped Miz across the ring and ducked under to let him run up the ropes again. As Miz finally neared him for the second time, Shawn dropkicked his opponent down to the canvas with a loud thud, followed by an even louder cheer.
Shawn covered Miz, but his opponent was eager to escape the cover with a kick and rise of his shoulder. Shawn wasn't deterred, but determined to continue the punishment and beat some sense into this young boy. He pulled Miz up and set him in position for a suplex. Miz countered. He reversed the maneuver against Shawn Michaels. Shawn fell hard on his back, but he rolled it off before Miz could drop an elbow down onto him. Miz wasn't phased by the miss, he was angered and young. Adrenaline and testosterone fueled his every move. He ripped his opponent off the canvas and whipped him into the corner.
Miz posed and taunted his opponent for the crowds. He enjoyed the negative reaction as it gave him some form of satisfaction the he was getting to them. Good or Bad, he was still getting more attention then he probably deserved. Miz race toward Shawn, ready to strike. Crash! He his shoulder hit the black metal pole. Shawn dodged at the last second and then guided his arrogant opponent the rest of the way into the turnbuckles. He then pulled Miz up and began to beat his head against the top buckle. Shawn let the crowds count to ten before he finally let his opponent drop to the canvas.
It was time to tune up the band for Shawn. He moved off, away from Miz, slowly stomping his foot. It increased in tempo as his opponent slowly rose up off the canvas. Soon Shawn was shaking with excitement, ready to strike! He lunged forth, leg raising. Miz turned. Shawn met him at the center of the ring. The sound of the white boots of Shawn Michaels smacking into the chin of The Miz echoed the arena and the thud that followed after was almost drowned out by the sheer excitement that the crowds exhibited. Shawn pinned his opponent, teaching him a valuable lesson in respect. With the victory, he laid out his signature pose for the fans and then exited the arena.
"We've come to our main event: The Rock versus Jeff Jarrett." Said Jim Ross.
"It appears as if we'll be getting a special guest commentator for the match," Michael Cole said of Triple H coming down to the ring.
Triple H circled the ring and sat on the far right of the table, next to Jim Ross. After placing on the headphones and microphone, he was ready to commentate the match with them. Jeff Jarrett was the first man out. Triple H kept a close watch, initiating jokes about the man and his past as he walked down to the ring. Jarrett of course could not hear the commentary, but he was was not too pleased to see the champion at ringside. Jarrett entered the ring and awaited his famed opponent. He was curious himself on the results of the match, but he felt confident that it would not be Rock walking through that curtain as the winner. Jarrett would make sure of it.
The seats became empty the moment The Rock burst out onto the stage. Standing fans cheering, chanting, watching. He was energetic and electrifying, making his way to the ring and interacting with the fans along the aisle barricade. He didn't pay much attention to Jarrett and didn't feel him worth of the attention until they met in the ring. He came around the bend to the steps where he raced up the rim of the ring and onto the nearest turn-post. The Rock absorbed the fan reaction for what seemed like hours to Jarrett. He was ready to strike -- oh wait, The Rock finally came down -- Jarrett backed himself to the ropes again and impatiently waited for the bell.
The two stepped closer as the bell rang. Eying one another and exchanging words. The suspense that was building up exploded finally when Jarrett tried to strike first, but Rock dodged! He struck hard with a punch of his own. Jarrett's head whipped to the side and he wiped it. No blood. He looked back at Rock and struck him in retaliation. The full momentum of their battle finally released when Jarrett whipped Rock to the ropes. He bent over. Rock kicked him back up. Jarrett just stared at Rock's grinning face just before the clothesline. Jarrett collapsed with a loud thud into the canvas, causing the face of the champion to stretch widely across his face.
Jarrett pulled himself together -- he can do this! He pushed away his opponent's next maneuver and countered with a dropkick. He was fast to keep on the offensive. Jarrett pulled the movie star into the ropes and slapped him hard across the chest. The crowd responded with a loud "woo!" Rock wasn't responding with the same excitement. Jeff took his opponent's arm and whipped him, but Rock turned it around. Jeff saw his opponent prepare for a spinebuster. Rock readied himself as Jarrett ran toward him. As Rock reached for Jarrett, his opponent pulled the move downward into a DDT.
Rock snapped backward, falling on his back. Jarrett pinned, but Rock was not going to let this be the move that takes him down. He kicked out quickly, pushing his opponent off. Jarrett then slid out of the ring, giving Triple H a quick glare. He knew he couldn't focus on Triple H for long as Rock was quick to attack and on his feet. Jarrett pulled him out and began to punch away at him with heavy, direct strikes. Rock tried to duck and dodge, but Jarrett ensured not to leave himself open for any counter attacks. All of the man's bases were covered.
"Jarrett is a tough guy, we all know this, but I don't think he is tough enough to take on The Game." Said Triple H, "he took out people in TNA, whatever, but this is the major leagues now."
"I wouldn't underestimate the power of either of you. I think it will make a great match up to see you defend your title against Jarrett." Jim Ross replied. "Hard right jab from Rock, getting himself out of the corner."
"What do you think of The Rock as a possible contender for your title?" Michael Cole wondered.
"I've faced him before. I will take on any opponent that thinks they can step in the ring with me." Triple H answered, confident in his skills.
Rock fought to pull himself back up to his feet. Jarrett backed off from the corner of the ring where he had pushed Rock toward after they re-entered the ring. Rock lifted Jarrett for a sickening samoan drop. He pinned Jarrett to a failed pin count. Rock was readying to put out all the stops on his opponent. He would have to do some heavier impact maneuvers to exhaust him, but at the risk of himself as well. Rock whipped Jarrett, but pulling him back with a jerk of his arm. Rock dropped him down hard with the spinebuster that previously had been countered. No more DDT's to retaliate with.
Triple H was getting restless behind the table. He watched on as Rock continued to obliterate his opponent in the ring. Occasionally Jarrett would fight back and take the momentum away from Rock. It seemed to be an even battle, but it terribly bored Triple H. He didn't care to watch other people wrestle if they were in line to wrestle him. He wanted to get in there and do what the cerebral assassin did best. Annihilate his opponents. Jarrett used an enziguri to kick Rock over the side of the ropes. He waited for the referee to count before following his rival outside.
Both seemed to be wearing down. Glistening with sweat, breathing heavily and moving slower from the pain that pulsed throughout their bodies, Rock and Jarrett began a campaign to break down the other first. Jarrett smacked his opponent's head into the barricade. Rock whipped Jeff into the steel steps. Jarrett would knee Rock and use the pole to run him into. Rock finally rolled into the ring with the help of his rival, both making it in before the ten count. Jarrett pinned, but it wasn't enough to garner the victory just yet. He was visibly frustrated, huffing, running his fingers through his hair in defeat. He had to go on.
Who would come out victorious? Rock kept a steady countering technique that would let him come back just before he hit the bottom, but Jarrett also had been able to return and continue the punishment. They seemed evenly matched, the Rock still having had more success over his opponent, but both were on the canvas now. From a kneeling position, Jarrett was first up, but Rock wasn't far behind. Jarrett used a quick, forceful Irish whip that smacked Rock's back into the upper-left corner turnbuckles hard. Jarrett charged him. Soon, Rock charged and they both smacked near the center. A crumpled mass of broken bodies. Both befalling one another with a clothesline.
This is when it broke loose. Triple H had seen enough. He was going to be the great decider in who won this flat competition. He slid into the ring, ignoring the referee. He pulled up Jarrett first. Triple H planted him into the canvas with a pedigree and then the same to The Rock. It was Jarrett that had gained the victory through disqualification, but in the end, it was Triple H that had truly won. He stood over the bodies in the ring with his muscles pumped up in a pose. The show ended after he had given both men an 'x' shaped chop with his hands across his groin.
