TITLE: Biggest And The Best
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: General
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: PG to PG-13 for strong language.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling ( WWE )
CAST: Marlena Russo-Cena OC, John Cena, Jason Reso, Chris Irvine, Randy Orton, WWE RAW roster. Some Smackdown! Stars, and Tom Edson OC
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. And I'm not really Vince Russo's daughter. Could you imagine? Rebecca/Marlena is credited to me, and Tom Edson is credited to my friend John. And new to the story, Marlena Russo's sister twin Candace is credited to my best friend in the ENTIRE world, Candace. :o) Also for reference Marlena's mother Alexandria is based on my mother how she was, I should say. All of this is fictional, I'm not really married to John Cena away from the ring God almighty a girl can wish. This is just a bizarre story to pass time away for me. Any and all comments are more than welcome, and always appreciated.
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Chapter Twenty: RAW from NEWCASTLE, ENGLAND
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Five PYROS shot off, as the WWE international tour was underway! The theme for the tour wasn't "Across the Nation" by the Union Underground. It was special. "Till I Collapse" by Eminem and 50 Cent was the song of choice off of Eminem's "The Eminem Show". The video package was what's been happening the past few weeks, mainly between the factions of the S.E.X Evolution and The Elite Alliance. But once the crowd from Newcastle England caught glimpses of their hometown hero Tom Edson, the MetroRadio Arena roof nearly TORE OFF! Jim Ross: "And we're LIVE for the first stop of the WWE's international tour! I'm Jim Ross here with Jerry 'The King' Lawler, and King… can you believe what time it is here and we've got a full house!"
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We're live, (late late night in Newcastle, but a PACKED HOUSE) at 9 P.M Eastern Standard time with Jerry "The King" Lawler and Jim Ross presiding to call a night of jam-packed action like only RAW can give you.
Jerry Lawler: "If my watch is correct, it's just 2 A.M here in Newcastle, England. These people must not have lives! Haha, can you believe it!"
Jim Ross: "Of course they have lives, King! But like the fans are to the WWE, the WWE tours to England are our fans' life blood! It's refreshing to see all these faces out here!"
Jerry Lawler: "Well you know what else is refreshing? Seeing Chris Jericho in ACTION! He's kicking it off here tonight!"
Jim Ross: "And so is Rene Dupree!"
Jerry Lawler: "WHO?"
The instrumental began. "Pompeii" by E. S. Posthumus began and the crowd got to their feet. It was the coming of the "French Phenom"! From the backstage area in a pair of blue and white trunks and a pair of red boots with the Union Jack on the sides respectively -- in true UK style -- walked none other than Rene Dupree! The crowd was on their feet as Rene acknowledged them. Lilian Garcia did her job. "The following contest is set for one fall. Coming to the ring first representing the Elite Alliance; from Montreal, Quebec, Canada… weighing in at 260 pounds… Rene Dupree!" Rene got to the ring and rolled under the bottom rope, but no sooner - his music was cut.
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Pyros shot off as "Megalomaniac" by Incubus kicked up on the PA. Like clockwork, the crowd instantly began booing as a male silhouette was shown in the entrance way. One arm extended to the left, one to the right, and then the figure of Chris Jericho became evident as he spun around to show himself off to the crowd. But where you seen Chris Jericho now days… you seen none other than MOLLY HOLLY! Molly looked sensational in a black zip up corset that showed the tops of her red lace bra, and a pair of tight black pants. Chris was on his way to the ring when Lilian did her introduction. "And now coming to the ring being accompanied by Molly Holly, representing the S.E.X Evolution, from Manhattan, New York…weight in at two hundred and thirty pounds - Chris Jericho!" He finally got to the ring and just as Molly was going to get into the ring… it's a good thing she was stopped -- we're already getting it on!
Rene Dupree was like a viper. As soon as his prey was in striking distance, he struck. As Jericho came into the ring, with a heavy club right to the back of the head -- initially flooring his opponent, Dupree looked ready for anything. Even Jericho, the self proclaimed 'living legend', wasn't ready for anything! It took Molly Holly's screaming to get Jericho's attention and head back into the game. It took Jericho a few minutes but from the early onslaught by Dupree, Jericho managed to come back with a quick thumb to the eyes; in hopes that the tide would turn into his favor no matter HOW he had to get it that way. He was out there to WIN. Not to pussy-foot around. That's how they did it in the S.E.X Evolution. Molly was clapping her hands as she watched Jericho grab Dupree by the back of the head and slam Dupree's face right into his high right knee. And with a snap mere to the mat, and a right knee buried deep into his spine, Jericho locked in a surfboard-like submission. Accenting the pressure on Dupree's shoulders and his back.
Jim Ross: "While it took him a dirty trick or five to get to this point, if anybody can get it done in that ring, it's Chris Jericho, King."
Jerry Lawler: "About time you see things from my perspective! Jericho is a KING, much like myself, JR! I'd gladly share my crown with him!"
Jim Ross: "He's a king without a crown, just like he's a king without class. It's gotta be a sure bet coincidence ya'll are as alike."
Jerry Lawler: "Oh, stuff it, cowboy."
Dupree wouldn't give up, and that seemed to annoy Jericho to no end. He wanted the match done and over with as quick as a snap. Then again, he was facing Rene Dupree, not VAL VENIS. After dropping the submission attempt, Jericho was back on the offensive. He was all about winning this, and giving Molly Holly one more thing to celebrate. (This something could be celebrated outside of closed doors, if you know what I mean) He grabbed Rene by the nape of the neck, and began pulling him up to his feet. But Dupree retaliated with an elbow to the midsection, and was looking for an opening to go back onto the offensive.
Naturally, though… not being able to just sit back and watch, Molly Holly got up on the apron and began screaming at Dupree. Just yelling at him! Dupree didn't care. In fact, he laughed at her! He grabbed her by the sides of the face and looked like he was going to kiss her, but suddenly, he was bent over, and looking like he was in a world of pain! One thing lead to another, and he was rolled up into a school boy pin! With Jericho holding onto Molly's arm for leverage, and the referee watching the shoulders, the ref counted.
One, Two, Three!
What the instant replay would show, was while Dupree was trying to kiss or distract Molly, the distraction she set up gave Jericho time to come up between Dupree's legs with a low blow, then the school boy roll up into the cheap pin fall victory!
As "Megalomaniac" was playing through the arena, Jericho had his arm raised. He then was joined by Molly Holly, who gave her client one hell of a lip smacker in the middle of the ring. Talk about a victory present!
Jim Ross: "Dirty, disgusting, swine! Couldn't win a match cleanly if you painted it white and rolled it in soap!"
Jerry Lawler: "You're just jealous you don't get to lock lips with that fine piece of woman. Molly's a babe, JR! I'd cheat to win, too!"
Jim Ross: "Well, regardless of your lack of class, King… somethin' is goin' on backstage. Let's toss it back to Todd Grisham who's on the scene."
Backstage we see Todd Grisham standing by with none other than JOHN CENA, who's looking like the cat that caught the canary so to speak. He's got a bright smile on his face, as he looks vindictive as ever. But Cena's not alone! Oh no! Standing behind him is Christian and Batista were with hanging around behind him!
Todd Grisham: "I'm backstage with John Cena, Batista and Christian of the S.E.X Alliance, and moments ago there was a lot of crashing and smashing around! BUT everything looks clear! What happened!"
John Cena: "What happened? You wanna know WHAT HAPPENED, kid? Well… nothin'…" He smirked, "Really."
Christian: "We're a bunch of upstanding gentleman, man. We'd never do anything, bad…"
Batista: "Really."
All three of them exchanged smiles, but something wasn't right. The air was just, tension filled! The fans at the MetroRadio Arena were chanting something everybody believed to be true.
BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
The three of them walked away, slowly… only to find that there was a giant pile of crates and broken utensils such as busted chairs and a broken sledgehammer. Todd Grisham moved to find none other than KANE laying beneath the rubble. He was bleeding profusely from the head. Kane was truly a playing point of the Elite Alliance as far as brawn was concerned.
But as the boys were walking away, cameras panned to show SHANE MCMAHON step into their view. And into their path. Boy wonder was smiling ear to ear, as the three gentlemen of the S.E.X Evolution were trying to walk away.
Shane McMahon: "Hey boys. Where's the fire?"
John Cena: "Move it or lose it, McMahon. We got things to do, ya heard me?"
Shane McMahon: "Sure, dawg. I'm down. I'm hip to your hoodlum ways. Holla! Homie G… a, b, c, d…" He made a mocking hugging motion, as John glared at him. "I'm kidding. I am just KIDDING, man. But one thing I'm not kidding about is this. You want to play with the big boys? Great! How about the three of YOU… against… oh, I don't know… Edge…" The crowd in the arena cheered, "Tom Edson…" The crowd continued to cheer, only more radically, "And when he's given medical clearance, KANE… tonight! Cheerio!"
John looked LIVID as he glared at Batista and Christian, who just looked stunned! There was no WAY Kane would be given clearance for that night! So would it be a three-on-two handicap match? Shane McMahon might have just screwed the Elite Alliance for the night!
Jerry Lawler: "HAH! Kane? Medical clearance? HILARIOUS! It's going to be John Cena, Christian and Batista against TOM EDSON, Edge, and WHO? NOBODY! That's who! Can Edson even FIGHT!"
Jim Ross: "I hate to say it, King, but Shane McMahon might have just made the night hell for two members of the Elite Alliance…"
Jerry Lawler: "And I love it! Hah, what an IDIOT!"
Commercial Break
Back from commercial…
Shelton Benjamin took on Lance Cade in singles action. It was for contendership in the Intercontinental ranks for Cade, but unfortunately with an exploder suplex, Lance just couldn't keep up with the quickness and athleticism of the Orangeburg, South Carolina native. That was good for Shelton, though.
After the match, we're backstage where Stacy Keibler is standing with a group of girls. More specifically, the girls of the DIVA SEARCH! Angel, Antoinette, Corrine, Korrina, Martini, Paris, Rachael, Shanna, Tatiana and Tia were standing around when out of nowhere, their little group conversation was split up by the women's locker room door SLAMMING open.
Standing there in black and red bondage pants and a black 'I'm A Virgin (But this is an old shirt)' tank top with fishnet sleeves was REBECCA RUSSO with the Women's Title over her shoulder. She looked infuriated as she glanced around.
Rebecca Russo: "Are you ready? I don't have all damned night…"
Stacy Keibler: "You don't have to get all pissed off, Rebecca. This should be fun for you. You don't have to fight anybody or anything… especially after last we-"
Rebecca Russo: "SHUT… your… mouth…" Rebecca snapped, "If I wanted your opinion on ANYTHING, I'd scrape it off of Shane McMahon's zipper…"
Shanna James: "Look…" someone was actually standing up to Rebecca? A Diva Search diva, no less! "I don't know who you think you are…"
Like a cat, Rebecca lunged forward and slammed Shanna right against one of the lockers. Shanna looked seriously spooked, as Rebecca glared at her. She slowly slipped into a smile. A very dark, almost possessed smile.
Rebecca Russo: "If you have any sense in that head of yours, you'll shut your mouth and just show up in the next five minutes in that ring… I'll personally eliminate your ass." She slowly smiled, a very vindictive smile. "Ever tried to be a diva from a hospital bed?"
Rebecca gave Shanna a look as she walked toward the locker room door. With a furious "Five minutes!" yell, she slammed the door. We head back to ringside where Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross were standing by and while Jim Ross was shaking his head, Jerry Lawler was laughing to himself.
Jerry Lawler: "Diva from a hospital bed… where does she get this stuff?"
Jim Ross: "From her twisted little mind…"
Jerry Lawler: "She may be twisted but she knows how to get it done in that ring. I'm not saying that just because I LOVE Rebecca, but I'm saying that from an analytic point of view."
Jim Ross: "Big words, King. You know the meanin'?"
Commercial
Back from commercial
As soon as we come back from break, the Newcastle crowd is freaking out! But it's not positively. How could they when the person forthcoming was, well, a bitch?
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I am just over your shoulder
Baby
You make me feel colder
By turning away
Would you stop for a second?
I'm askin' you a question
About, "You know why I am?"
You know, you know, you know why.
I'm about to change your pretty mind…
I'm about to change your pretty life.
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"Pretty Life" by Jakalope was playing over the loud speaker, and from the backstage area wearing the same black and red bondage pants and a black 'I'm A Virgin (But this is an old shirt)' tank top with fishnet sleeves she was seen in backstage, was Rebecca Russo! Lilian Garcia spoke on the microphone as Rebecca was making her way down the ramp way with the title over her shoulder.
Lilian Garcia: "Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the ring from Long Island, New York…. She is the leader of the S.E.X Evolution and WWE Women's Champion… Rebecca Russo!"
The crowd had NO REASON what so ever to like this woman. Especially when she was at war with their hometown hero! She made her way down to the ring and walked up the ring steps… eyeing the crowd with a scowl of detest. She stepped through the second and the third ropes, bracing her ribs slightly as she smirked to herself. She grabbed Lilian Garcia's microphone, surveying the crowd.
Rebecca Russo: "I know England isn't the smartest country in the world… but I'm sure you all know why I'm out here." The crowd wasn't listening, after the insult they were just BOOING her! "Go on, go for it. I rightfully don't care. But I'm out here for ONE reason, and one reason only. So let's get that done so I can get the hell out of England…"
"It's Like That" by Mariah Carey hit on the PA and from the backstage lead by Stacy Keibler, was the Diva Search finalists. Angel, Antoinette, Corrine, Korrina, Martini, Paris, Rachael, Shanna, Tatiana and Tia all made their way down to the ring, with Shanna looking a little shaken from the close encounter of the Rebecca Russo kind in the locker room. Stacy received a microphone from ringside and the crowd was cheering for the beautiful blonde diva from Baltimore, Maryland.
Stacy Keibler: "Good evening Newcastle!" The crowd, as you can well imagine, cheered loudly at the recognition. "Tonight we'll be seeing exactly what the diva search finalists are really made of! We were going to have a good old fashioned pie eating contest here in good ol' England… but due to who our host is…" She threw an uneasy glance at Rebecca. "We figured the diva search contestants would have been drowned in them…"
Rebecca Russo: grumbling, "Got that right."
Stacy Keibler: "So. Our girls, one at a time, will do a short thirty second to one minute promo against our Women's Champion. At that time, Rebecca has the opportunity to answer back. Their reactions is what you, the fans, will be voting them off by. Next week, we go from ten to eight finalists. Let's get started! Starting with from Panama City, Panama… Angel DeCesare!"
Angel grabbed the microphone, and by the looks of her, she wasn't intimidated by Rebecca in the slightest. That could have ended tragically. But she just smirked to herself, eyeing the Women's Champion.
Angel DeCesare: "A lot of the girls backstage say you're something to fear. But you know something, Rebecca? You are not." Her accent was richly Panama and the crowd seemed to enjoy it, but Rebecca wasn't so won over. "What have you done that the best women contenders haven't already? Slept with a faction of guys? Been done. Tried to take over the women's division? That's been done, too. Only more effectively previously." Rebecca was almost twitching with fury already, and Angel just smiled. "Please, do not get angry on my account, Rebecca. That would be ultimately flattering! Let me tell you something though, Miss Women's Champion…" She stepped closer, not worrying about any repercussions at that moment. "You are nothing that I couldn't beat on a bad day. I may be a pretty face, but I have a temper that would rival even yours. Question me, and I'll prove to you that your biggest and the best is just another morbidly psychotic cry for attention. Not to mention, that your reign as champion has been a Copperfield worthy smoke and mirrors illusion. I could be a better women's champion any day, any place, and on any continent. Just let me win this competition and I'll prove it to you."
The crowd went bananas as Angel handed the microphone to Stacy Keibler. She just smiled to herself as Rebecca wasn't taking this as a contest… the daft bitch was taking that personally!
Then again, we knew Rebecca was dangerous - but unstable? Who'd have guessed. It was uncanny! Guess you learn something new every day!
Rebecca Russo: "Real cute, kiddo. REAL cute." she hissed, as she stepped closer toward Angel. Angel, didn't budge. "Take you all damned day to figure out something to say, and all night to grow the set to spit it out? And here, I'd have taken you for someone who swallows…" the crowd moaned with disapproval as Stacy looked shocked, but Angel just smirked. "If you value having teeth in your mouth, you'd better wipe that smirk off your face, or I'll do it for you." She grabbed Angle by the hair, and snapped her neck to where her face was directly facing Rebecca's. The rule was no touching, but Rebecca broke it. What did she care! "I've beaten punching bags with more spunk than you. I've beat competitors that you couldn't even scratch their jock - let alone beat. So before you jack off at the mouth, you'd better step back from your equation, sweety, and understand why I'm the most dominate and dangerous women's champion ever." She released Angel with a violent shove, sending the diva search finalist right into Stacy Keibler. "And if you don't believe it? Try me…you won't like the outcome…"
After that dramatic demonstration, the girls went one at a time. Rebecca didn't even answer a couple of them; saying it 'wasn't worth her time'. But something happened before the diva search contest was complete for that night. The sound of a guitar filled the arena, and finally -- what was known as "Going Home" from "Local Hero" was playing through the arena. The stage lit up and fire imploded -- and there with a band from Newcastle was TOM FUCKING EDSON! Rebecca Russo looked never-the-less annoyed but the diva search girls looked rather impressed! After Edson was finished he grabbed the microphone and raised his arms.
Tom Edson: "OYE! It's GREAT TO BE HOME!" The crowd exploded as Rebecca tapped her foot impatiently in the ring. "Sure the scenery has changed since I've been gone. Ye got beauties and bitches in the same place at the same time!" he gestured toward the ring, as Rebecca crossed her arms with an irritated scowl, but the diva search girls smiled. "Ye know--"
Rebecca Russo: "Ye know… You know something, Edson - I'm tired of you always getting in my way. And tonight, you were supposed to come home, get your five minutes of fame, and leave. You've had all of the above and yet you STILL managed to piss me off… you must be a real mother fu-"
Tom Edson: "I just HAVE TA cut ya off there, bonnie lass…" Edson put his guitar down, and began advancing toward the ring. "I can't let you use that potty mouth in my home city. Wouldn't want to taint the goods ya see!"
Rebecca Russo: "You need to learn to SHUT YOUR MOUTH sometimes, Edson!" Rebecca screamed, "Because one of these times, you're going to end up like this pitiful toe rags here in Newcastle." She paused, mocking thought. "OH YEAH! You ARE from Newcastle!" The crowd booed louder than they had all night, but even Tom Edson looked offended. "And since we're in England, it's about time for the tea and crumpets of RAW, if you get what I'm saying…"
Out of nowhere, the "Hometown Hero" was attacked from behind (HOW TYPICAL) by none other than JOHN CENA! Cena clubbed Edson to the back of the head, sending him down to the staging floor, and had him rolling down the ramp. Rebecca watched on with glee, but what she wasn't expecting was for Edson to get RIGHT back up to his feet! Cena and Edson began trading blows, and out of what seemed NO-WHERE, Edson nailed Cena with a skull crushing DDT, RIGHT onto the ramp! The crowd went IN-FUCKING-SANE as Rebecca looked as if she was going to need to be signed into the asylum… Rebecca Russo: "Think you're smart now, don't you! You just wait you stupid son of a bitch!"
She couldn't believe it!
Jim Ross: "Well there's your answer if he can hold his own, King!"
Commercial break
Back from commercial
There was a match, pitting Samoan smashing machine Umaga against one of England's own, but that didn't fold well for the British upstart who was crushed by the client of Armando Alejandro Estrada. There was no denying the devastation this man could and would cause at Estrada's beckon calling. That could only mean disaster for anyone who angered Mister Estrada.
Sounded like the S.E.X Evolution! Only on a straight up Samoan Viciousness.
But we go right back to the ring, where we hear an all too familiar sound filling the arena. It wasn't much appreciated, either.
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One More Time And You'll Be Dead
At Least I Think That's What They Said
Forty Days Won't Break A Man
Was A Bullet In His Head
There's Something In The - Something In The way
You Were, The Pain, So Long - My Friend
Revolution. Revolution Man.
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"Revolution Man" by The Union Underground took over the PA system, as the crowd booed heavily for the forthcoming of the S.E.X Evolution's own. Randy was accompanied by Rebecca Russo herself for this particular match. "And now coming to the ring, accompanied by Rebecca Russo, representing the S.E.X Evolution - from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in a two hundred and forty-five pounds, Randy Orton!" Rebecca was on Randy's arm, speaking quietly to him with a gleeful smile on her face. As she stepped away from him, Randy posed under the falling pyros, causing the fans to continue booing. They made it down to the ring, but after they came out… the crowd got to their feet with the next competitors.
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Mamacita
You Want Some Latino Heat?
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Two suicide palanchas - Randy on Eddie - and Rebecca (HURTING AND ALL) right onto her own mother! The crowd booed massively as the two members of the Elite Alliance were taken down from the get go. Rebecca was back to her feet in NO TIME flat, and she began screaming instructions. She wanted Randy in the ring and kicking some serious ass. Randy wasn't going to deny her the satisfaction. He began laying into Eddie Guerrero in the ring, with right after right, left after left, taking it right to Eddie to Rebecca's delight. Eddie was taken aback by the sudden spring of offense that Orton was coming at him with, and of course, Orton was relentless because he knew that hell had no fury like Rebecca Russo scorned…
"Latino Heat" began to play, and form the backstage area emerged Eddie Guerrero in a UNION JACK LOW RIDER, with none other than Alexandria Russo on the hood, laying out with a smile on her face as she wore jeans and a U Jack tank top. Lilian spoke. "And now coming to the ring representing the Elite Alliance, accompanied by Alexandria Russo - from El Paso, Texas… weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, Eddie Guerrero!" They parked the car and started toward the ring, but something was planned between the S.E.X Evolution. They wouldn't be stood up.
With numerous dirty tactics up his sleeve, and a manager that would take nothing less than perfection, Orton showed off his wrestling skill as well as his skill of not getting caught. Alexandria was on the outside of the ring beside herself with annoyance, as her daughter stood opposite ring of her, laughing and smiling, clapping and cheering the third generation superstar on. But you could never count Eddie Guerrero down. He was the type of superstar who could pull something out of his hat and beat you with it, especially when he himself was a master of lying, cheating, and stealing. He did it better than anyone, including better than Randy Keith Orton.
When Orton turned due to Alexandria tugging on the back of his wrestling boot, tripping him up, he was met with a thumb gouge deep into the right eye, and then a blatant low blow from Guerrero as the referee was telling Alexandria to keep out of it. But the damage had already been done! Guerrero acted as if nothing had happened, and began bouncing around with Orton, holding his groin, when the referee turned around. He passed it off as a very unique dance step!
Jim Ross: "That slick S.O.B!"
Jerry Lawler: "Lying son of a bitch is more like it," He grumbled.
Jim Ross: "But you didn't say two words when the tables were turned moments ago, King."
Jerry Lawler: "What I did two minutes ago has no relevance to what I'm doing now, cowboy. So stuff it."
Eddie managed to get momentum back on his side. He managed to get Orton in pinning predicament after predicament, and had the third generation star frustrated to no end. But then again, his frustration failed in comparison to the psychotic bitch on the outside of the ring in Orton's corner. She wasn't the type of woman to give a rat's ass about a disqualification win or a fair win, she wasn't the type of woman to care about HOW a "W" was marked in the book, but tonight… she was proving that more than anything.
Rebecca slipped into the ring, with her Women's Title in hand. As Eddie Guerrero turned around, she just smirked at him, and turned the other way, cold cocking Orton RIGHT in the face! She BLASTED him right across the nose and mouth region of his face with the hard golden face plate of her Women's Title! Orton was OUT on the canvas, and the referee had no choice but to call for the bell.
"Ladies and gentlemen…" Lilian Garcia started with a bewildered tone. "Your winner via disqualification, Randy Orton!"
"Revolution Man" began to play through the arena, as Rebecca slipped out of the ring once more. She put the women's title over her shoulder as she ganked Orton under the ropes by his ankle, pulling him toward the exit. He was still dazed and weary, asking what happened, but Rebecca blatantly told him he 'took one for the team'. Eddie was still bewildered, but Alexandria was furied by her daughter's choice of 'way out'.
Commercial Break
Back from Commercial
We're in the medics locker room, where Kane was still evidently being kept. Tom Edson was pacing outside of the locker room, along with Edge, and neither of them looked too pleased. They were in the main event, next, and Kane was still unclear of condition for the night. The medic walked out of the locker room with an abysmal expression on his face as he looked between Tom and Edge.
Medic: "I hate to beak it to you gentlemen, but Kane isn't in any condition to wrestle tonight. The concussion is pretty bad…"
Edge: "So you mean to tell me, Shane McMahon knew this and pretty much set us up to be lambs lead to slaughter!"
Tom Edson: "He couldn't have known, mate! But we can DO THIS!"
Edge: "Tom, no, we can't. Batista, Christian and Cena? Against us? That's not even close to even…"
Tom Edson: "Who says we need even? Let's just go out there and teach those little bitches a lesson!"
Talk about blind ambition!
Edge and Tom were heading out toward the ringside area, where the match was set next. The arena went quiet as the guitar intro kicked in… and the music began to play over the PA.
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Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close
And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose.
I think you better listen 'cuz I know who you are.
And I think that you should treat me like a superstar.
Because I'm more than just a human I'm a gift to all of you
And I'm here to make sure that my message gets through.
I wonder if you're really all as dumb as you look.
Or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book.
I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring
Puts me in the position of a god or a king
'Cuz I'm blessed with the gift of the magic touch
And I wouldn't say that I'm asking for too much
All you have to do is get down on your knees and pray
And I promise you the remedy is on it's way
But you could never beat on me so don't waste your time
Because I reign supreme
AND MY POSITION IS DEVINE
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"Biggest & The Best" by Clawfinger echoed out over the PA system, which naturally only meant one thing. From the backstage area, walked the group of Batista, Christian and John Cena… each man looking respectively as cocky as the previous. So the stun Christian and Batista showed earlier was obviously just sarcasm… or maybe because now they knew it was a 2-on-3 handicap in their favor! Lilian Garcia spoke: "The following match up is your main event and is set for one fall. Representing the S.E.X Evolution, Christian, Batista, and John Cena!" "It's Goin' Down" by the X-Ecutioners began to play and the crowd went absolutely apeshit! From the backstage area through a cloud of smoke, walked Edge and Tom Edson… much to the crowds pleasure. They were chanting "Edson! Edson! Edson!" and Tom was pumping his fist to encourage the crowd. "And now coming to the ring representing the Elite Alliance, Edge… and from NEWCASTLE ENGLAND… he is the leader of the Elite Alliance, TOM EDSON!" The match kicked off right from the start. John took Tom and Edge was received by the 'welcoming committee' of Christian and Batista. Sure, it looked like a mugging, but that was exactly what it was! What else could it be described as! John, Christian and Batista were efficiently laying waste to the hometown hero and his associate! Then again, this match up was right up S.E.X's alley… it was a numbers game, and they loved operating in numbers games.
Cena ran down to the ring and slid under the rope, while Batista jumped up onto the apron and Christian took to the ring steps. Once In the ring, the three began speaking strategy…
The crowd was loving it, and the duo of Edge and Tom just gave each other a nod before running headlong into the lion's den, so to speak.
There was no order what-so-ever. It wasn't even really a match! It was more so a beating, but did you think the Elite Alliance would take it laying down! NEVER! Tom Edson began swinging his own punches against Cena, and one caught Cena right in the jaw, sending saliva flying from his mouth. You would have SWORE he lost a tooth from the right hook! Edson was a scrapper, there was no denying that! He had some good material in his arsenal… it was just a matter of working it out.
Unfortunately for Edge, though, Batista and Christian were relentless. While Edson did his best to fend for himself in the ring with Cena's rabid nature, Batista and Christian were using Edge for a whipping boy. There was no contest what-so-ever. It was just a blindsided, one-sided, unadulterated assault.
Jim Ross: "This is the only way the S.E.X Evolution can make themselves look good. By beating on people when they're disadvantaged. That's like being proud to beat on a dog when it's down!"
Jerry Lawler: "I couldn't have described Edge any better, JR! Down dog getting his ass handed to him! It's a beautifu- WHAT IN THE HELL?"
Jim Ross: "Hold your crown, King! I think business just picked up!"
A HUGE pyrotechnic display went off.
The stage erupted with fire.
The crowd went WILD as "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven played through the arena, but there was no FUCKING WAY! Kane wasn't able to come to anybody's aide, especially his own according to the trainers.
The movement in the ring stopped, but when Kane was nowhere to be found, Cena, Batista and Christian all gave a shrug, and laughed at the 'false alarm'. But was it false!
He came through the crowd, with a bandaged skull and furious scowl. Kane grabbed Christian and Cena as soon as they turned around, and Batista was taken down by a big shot spear from a slow-to-recover Edge. There was a double choke slam right in the middle of the ring, leaving Christian and Cena sprawled out like rag-dolls in the wake! Tom took the opportunity as RAW was going off the air to snag Cena in a submission move, which would hopefully be described further or at least NAMED by Edson -- but unfortunately, as Cena was out cold from the choke slam, Edson got in a cheap shot.
JUST LIKE the S.E.X Evolution was INFAMOUS for!
Talk about a change of scenery…
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A/N: Okay kids, here it is. I know a few of you, namely John and Candace, have been DYING for an eppy of 'BATB' so here it is. More to come soon. R&R. -M.S