A/N: First things first, I'm terribly sorry for the stupid 2-week delay! I was b-z guys! Sorry! hopefully from the next chapter it wont be much stupid! And Dana1, you're stupid. I'm sorry to break it to you but here are the FLAWS in ur comments:
Eddie was BORN in Texas yes, but he's originally from Mexico. (Haven't it acquired to you? LATINO HEAT?)
2nd, Booker T's five-fingers MEANS that he was the WCW Champion 5 TIMES! I DON'T NEED TO SEE WCW! YOU GO AND SEE IT!
and as for 'Ric Flair'? 'RIC' is how he spells it but its grammatically wrong. And I was meaning his real name which he spells 'Rick'.
Finally, I respect that you've written a total of 106 stories in this website, and that you are a senior writer to me. But even a good critique doesn't go around and curse. The critique in my previous story was a well-respected person who pointed out the flaws; she didn't judge my experience in that section nor the WWE. I've been watching WWE ever since I was 6. Thanks for your time on reviewing I appreciate that.
And Mollie, thank you VERY much for supporting me! Yes, I know the title is pretty stupid! I'll change it on the next chapter! It'll be changed to 'UNLEASHED' u like it? Okay you got one tiny wienie mistake; I'm not a girl! Lol. I'm a thirteen-year-old-asian- BOY! Lol No worries!
Okay, and about the CO-Writing thing, 2 great ppl agreed to write but they ddint reply back! I need one whole week to find a co-writer and tell him/her to write the Raw update! if any one of you want to co-write with me plz email! I need someone to write the RAW episodes 'coz I don't get TNN or SkyNetwork or whatever! Yeah I know it sucks, but what can I do? I only get SMACKDOWN. I should've thought about that before starting this fic, but I didn't coz I'm half-stupid! Anyway, so the co-writer will write RAW each Sunday and i'll write the SMACKDOWN each Wednesday. With that cleared, now on with tonight's Smackdown!
Second Week: SMACKDOWN! (4/9/03)
Live From: Long Island NY
Sparkling pieces of various fire-works blasted from everywhere! The iron-fist, which represented Smackdown shot fire from both sides as the echoing noise sounded rhythmically with the thousands of screaming fans!
Cole: WELCOME to SMACKDOWN! From Long Island NEWYORK! I'm Michael COLE here at ringside hosting with Tazz!
Tazz: This is MY hometown Cole! This is where Tazz was born!
The camera angle shifted to the two commentators sitting at the rightmost side of the ring.
Cole: That's right Tazz, but this might be your hometown the arena belongs to Mr. McMahon!
Tazz: Oh yeah, I'll tell ya that. Mr. McMahon is a great businessman he bought this arena!
Cole: What are you doing?
Tazz: Taz-fanz! Heh, heh! They're my homies Cole!
Cole: That's exactly what the U.S Champion Eddie Guerrero said last week! When we were from El Paso!
Tazz: Yeah, yeah! Forget about last week what's important is THIS week!
Cole: Indeed it is, tonight: Mr. McMahon will publicly announce the debuting match for Triple H here on Smackdown!
Tazz: Yep, unlike last week when our own General Manager Stephanie McMahon got to her father by canceling H's match!
No Chance Such as what you got!
Tazz: Oh whoa!
Cole: The owner's here! Mr. McMahon has arrived!
Tazz: Well he certainly doesn't look too happy Cole. The guy isn't smiling!
Cole: He should be. It's his arena, his show, and his company!
'Tonight has it to be it!' Vince thought as he grumpily walked towards the ring. He just had to snarl his dialog at someone! He had to say 'You got no chance in hell!' more than anything! That is what he was there for. To snarl at people! And tonight the show being broadcast from his arena, Mr. McMahon had total control!
Walking up the metal stairs, Vince looked around the crowd to note the messages they held. One of them wrote: 'VINCE HAS A BIG ASS TO KICK ON!' Not giving it a second thought, Vince directly started in his microphone.
"All right, first things first," He said in a rather quick note, the second followed a bit slower.
"I want to personally guarantee that tonight's main event will not be messed up, cancelled or ripped apart like what happened last week! Yes, I guaren-damn-tee that! Yeah." the crowds' reaction was quite obvious, some booed some cheered. Half of them wanted to see the mainevent and the other half just didn't care what McMahon said, they would boo him everyday.
"And SPEAKING of tonight's Main Event!"
Tazz: Oh boy Cole here it goes!
"As the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment I announce the mainevent of –"
But Vince's words were cut-short as the former WWE Champion's music hit, along with the screaming fans to boot.
Cole: What?
Tazz: Oh boy that wasn't a good move for Kurt Angle Cole!
Cole: You tell me! He just cut-off of the owner!
The crowd chanted 'You Suck' in the old rhythmic way that once mocked the Olympic gold medallist, now that chant sort-of dignifies Kurt Angle's image. The people didn't really hate Kurt, 'You Suck' meant that they were saying it to the opponent Kurt was facing. And in this case the opponent was Mr. McMahon!
Walking up into the ring, Angle flipped a 180 to show that the American Hero was back! The crowd stopped chanting and now started cheering on his return, until Vince stopped the little comeback celebration.
"Alright! Alright! Enough already!" McMahon grunted with his broken voice, totally stopping the former WWE Champion at his feet, Vince said as the music faded: "This isn't about your returning celebration! Damn it who the HELL do you think you ARE?"
"Whaddya MEAN this isn't about my returning celebration?!" Kurt yelled back at the owner, his voice was supported by the thousands of screaming fans. "This was supposed to be the returning night of the Former WWE Champion KURT ANGLE!"
Tazz: He has a good point there Cole.
Cole: He certainly does! This was about Kurt Angle.
"FORMER WWE Champion Kurt! FORMER!" Vince snarled back into the mike.
"How can you even SAY that Vince?"
" . . . Well why not? . . . as I remember it . . . you lost!"
"Y'know you and Brock totally SCREWED me at Summer Slam!" Kurt's words were responded by boos from the audience, not boos to Kurt, those boos were for Vince, who by the way, was shrugging in the old way which meant 'so what?'
"And as a result of that I DEMAND A TITLE REMATCH TONIGHT! RIGHT HERE IN LONG ISLAND NEWYORK!"
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Cole: KURT ANGLE is talking about the match at Summer Slam when Mr. McMahon had accusingly knocked out senior referee Mike Coda and posed as the referee himself!
"Well Kurt . . . you're right. I did screw you for the title at Summer Slam, and in doing so you deserve a title re-match . . ."
"I demand it. Oh yeah,"
"Well . . . there is one thing I can say to that . . ." Vince smiled his Satanish smile as he finally snarled out the word he thrived for: "YOU GOT NO CHANCE IN HELL!" 'Yeaaha!' He noted mentally as Kurt's face went from determined to irritate. Vince's heart finally relaxed as he laughed at the face of everyone in that arena. Saying that his quote was a humiliation to the person he said it to and even though he had been yelling it to his driver, chefs, managers and secretaries all week long, Vince wanted to 'snarl' it in the mike in front of the thousands of fans.
Cole: NO WAY!
Tazz: Ha! HA!
Cole: How can you even laugh Tazz?
Tazz: Well the look in Kurt's face is funny Cole!
Cole: This isn't fair! The crowd is responding just right! Mr. McMahon is a damn . . !
"Oh is that so Vince?" Kurt spoke out in annoyance, "Is that how its gonna be?"
"Hell YEAH!"
"Fine! But remember one thing! You said the same quote to Brock Lesner and then handed him the title!"
"Well! Don't think that you of all people can come here and—'! No . . . no wait. Yeah, that's it. All right Kurt, you will get your Title shot at Unleashed if you win a contender's match next week! However, I will only think about giving you the title shot if you behave and not interfere in tonight's main event! Yeah!"
Kurt got back his determined look as he mumbled several words off-mic and nodded at the owner. He was pumped up, although Kurt still didn't trust the sly McMahon. But competing and earning for the title seemed fair. What's the worst that could happen? Vince is gonna pit him up against he Big Show or something again. All Kurt needed to do now was sit back, watch as tonight's show ends and next week defeat some stupid new-comer who wanted to equal with himself.
"See? I told you that you'd give me the title shot!" Kurt informed, "Cause that's what 'No Chance In Hell' means Vince!"
"Well . . . we'll just have to see about that tonight Kurt."
Angle smiled, 'this is so easy' he thought, "Okay alright, I had to ask; what's the main event gonna be?"
Tazz: Here it comes! Cole!
"Well . . ." Vince again grinned like the devil, "Before I was so rudely interrupted, I –"
'Rudely interrupted was right. For the second time Vince McMahon was cut-off while talking! The lights dimmed with pink as a female-solo-rap was heard across the ring. The theme of the General Manager was echoing.
Stephanie McMahon walked out towards the ring and towards her screaming supporters who surrounded the squared-circle.
Tazz: Oh great!
Cole: The General Manager is out for business Tazz!
Tazz: Yeah and even she delayed the announcement of the MAINEVENT!
Cole: Don't get mad!
Tazz: I'm not!
Her father spoke the second Stephanie set her foot inside the ring, the Chairman didn't even wait for her theme to fully finish.
"Whatdoyou want?!" He pronounced rather quickly.
"Excuse me 'Dad'?"
"Oh no! Don't you dare talk to me in that tone of yours! In fact, don't talk to me at all! What you did last Thursday, canceling the show . . . that was . . . do you have any idea how much loss that cost us?!"
Stephanie waited, she didn't respond to that question as of yet because of the knowledge that her father would rant about the same subject for another 5-minutes. She could answer everything with one sentence that way.
"Do you know how much money you wasted for the company on one such act? Do you –"
"Well as I remember it dad, you did the same 'act', as you harshly proclaim, on RAW!"
The New York audience cheered at the edge of their sits, conditionally proving that the General Manager wasn't wrong.
As the two McMahons talked and taunted each other in front of the live audience, Kurt Angle stood at one corner of the ring. He quietly listened to every single word the two bosses exclaimed, and one would easily thing that the gold-medallist was thinking about his contender's match. But Kurt Angle's eyes were locked on Stephanie McMahon. The General Manager was wearing a revealing black tank top with the back and upper-chest-side open, very similar to what she wore the week before. She had on a dark-blue miniskirt with the 'STEFINAL' tag mark, which traveled up her high-thighs. And finally a pair of bold-heeled (is tht wat they call it?) sandals.
Steph's current 'chubby' structure from the old 'skinny' one may have put some people to cut her off from the 'sexy' list, but she looked better than before. And her straight hair was enough sexiness, not to mention the thicker-thighs and built-in boobs. Kurt just knew that if his wife saw him staring at the woman like that, she would kill him. But he could worry about his home-life later.
"Get . . . GET OUT OF HERE!" The Owner's shout snapped Kurt back to reality. The father and daughter had been taunting each other a lot, it was about time Vince wrapped it up.
"Excuse me? On what purpose?" the G.M demanded, her eyes shining sparkly against the now-cleared lights.
"I . . . I'm giving you a . . . a . . . I'm giving you the rest of the day off!"
"On what purpose?!" Steph yelled again. Her father didn't even let her announce the reason she was there for.
"I . . ." Vince, from his point of view, was in dearly need of an excuse to get his daughter out of the show tonight. Mr. McMahon had a special evening of pleasure and excitement arranged tonight with his girlfriend Sable. She and Vince would happily have sexual-action and watch, as one of their enemies will get clobbered in the main event. But right now, if Stephanie were there she would pull of another one of her stunts and ruin everything! And to think that he raised his own problem! . . .'By God that's it!' Vince mentally congratulated.
"Stephanie," He spoke with a confident voice, "As your father I am concerned about your health. Just being near people like . . . Kurt Angle and Triple H could be harmful to you. So in that concern I am giving you the night off!"
The three could hear the Long Island fans boo with disgust. But the crowds' boo was music to Vince's ego-ears.
"Concern?" Stephanie cried back, "Concern Dad? Where was your concern when you hired the 350-pound A-Train to interfere and physically humiliated me? WHERE WAS YOUR CONCERN When you selfishly booked me a match against that hairy-lackey of yours?!" Her voice shook as she felt the tears bursting through her eyes. But no, Stephanie wouldn't let that happen, she wasn't 'Daddy's little girl' any more! She had to prove that she was now the billion-dollar-queen!
"Yeah Vince, tell her that! What happened to your fatherly-concern then huh?" The Former WWE Champion butt-in. This wasn't any of his business in more ways then one, but seeing a father betray his own daughter that way was something Kurt couldn't stand. He himself was a father-of-a-daughter these days.
"SHUT-UP! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!" Vince yelled at Kurt, who was standing next him. Some how, everyone knew that McMahon would yell that out. It was commonsense but Kurt had to ask and now he stepped aback.
"Forget it Kurt," Stephanie responded with a cold voice. "He doesn't give a bulls*it about what anyone has to say! You want me out tonight dad? Fine! I'm leaving. I'll get Smackdown back next week and that is for sure! Oh and one more thing Dad. The reason I came out here in first place . . . do you remember your son SHANE?" That name bought loud cheers to many fans, while others like Mr. McMahon, skipped a heartbeat.
"Well guess what? SHANE is coming here tonight on SMACKDOWN! LIVE FROM LONG ISLAND NEWYORK!"
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Cole: Oh my god! Shane o' Mac is coming to Smackdown?
"That's right! And he says that he has some important 'matters' to discuss with you. Shane called a while ago and told me to announce this in front of the live public 'Dad'!"
Vince swallowed hard and it was visible on TV. He wasn't afraid of Shane or anything, but he couldn't control his little daughter. Imagine what could he not-do to his eldest son?
"Oh and by the way dad, just before I leave tonight for my so-called 'day off', I want to wish you a very successful evening. Good night 'Daddy'!"
And with a little-girl smile backed by the cheering/laughing of thousands, Stephanie slowly climbed down from the ring as her rap sounded for the last time that night.
Vince was left in shock. He could feel his sweaty fingers against the microphone. All Vince could do was just stand there, in the middle of the ring. Staring as his rival-blood cat-walked backstage. Kurt Angle laughed from behind as he too started leaving.
Michael Cole and Tazz had made several remarks, but non-was audible to the Owner's ears, both his egotistic and normal ears.
________~Commercials~________
The sound of a locomotive speeding away could be heard throughout the arena as Rey Mysterio junior popped up from a metal-crack on the sides of the stage sitting up front the entrance.
"The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring weighing in a 172 pounds, he is the Cruiserweight champion – REY MYSTERIO!"
Cole: And we are back live from Long Island here on Smackdown! Folks, you are just in time for our first match of the day. But what about what happened moments ago Tazz? Mr. McMahon gave his daughter, the General Manager of Smackdown, a day off but got stuck with his own son Shane!
Tazz: Oh yeah, that's something Cole. I mean, Shane O' Mac coming to Smackdown! That is . . . that is not something that usually happens! Wonder what does he want with his Pops?
Cole: No kidding, I thought he was busy with Eric Bischoff and Kane in Raw!
Tazz: I dunno Cole, I dunno. Maybe . . . maybe we need to send Funaki for an interview when he gets here? Heh, heh
Cole: Well we can worry about that later, right now Rey Mysterio teams up with his partner and friend Billy Kidman to take on the Basham Brothers.
"And the partner, weighing in a 215 pounds, from Alberta Canada (?) BILLY KIDMAN!"
Walking towards the ring with his masked friend Rey, Billy Kidman slapped hands with some of the fans before finally entering inside. He knew that he was one of the luckier tag-teams in the industry to have an athlete like Rey Mysterio as his tag-partner.
"And the challengers," The ring anchor called out the two twin-looking bald brothers who walked out. Their heads held by the meanest, tallest, blackest Amazonian woman you ever seen. "In accompanied by Shiniqua! Weighing a combined weight of 490 pounds! They are the BASHAM BROTHERS!"
Cole: The Basham's have yet to lose a single match folks. Ever since they paired with the Brazilian warrior Shiniqua, the Basham's never lost.
Tazz: Oh yeah Cole! And just look at that Shiniqua. She has BICEPS for cryin' out loud!
The three-paired team approached the ring, but they hadn't yet entered it when the theme of the APA suddenly burst through the surrounding speakers!
Well I'll be dang! Was Farooq's line that continued the music on-screen.
Cole: the Acolytes? What are they doing here?
Tazz: Ha! Ha! Rey must've hired em' Cole! Look his smiling! Ha, ha, heh.
Grinning was more correct. Rey Mysterio knew that one way or another, the Basham Brother's chocolate-skinned girlfriend would definitely use Eddie Guerrero's tactic and cheat-2-win. So Mysterio jr. hired the APA to protect their ass from the Amazonian beast.
Farooq and Bradshaw, the APA, didn't come the normal way through the entrance. Instead they ran from the crowds, they flipped over the black wall thingy just behind Tazz and Cole, emerging like what Edge and Christian once did.
A few minutes later after the four contestants settled inside the ring, Shiniqua and Farooq and Bradshaw were guarding their players from the outside. Shiniqua had heard Bradshaw's joke about her being Sheldon Benjamin. Well the APA member would either have to take that back or he could regret that he ever said it when the Amazonian Warrior handle him her way.
Inside the ring, Rey Mysterio as usual volunteered to fight first. Though not much is known about which Basham he was put against with, it was for sure that the baldy was really strong. Perhaps double Rey's size.
Referee Brian Hebner officially stated the match with the indication of the bell and Rey was the first to run at the larger enemy. Mysterio ducked out from a running clothesline and stretched against the blue-ropes. Gaining more speed, he jumped to the air and wrapped his strong, spinning legs around the Basham's neck. Forcing the opponent to smash his head on the ground so that Rey could easily pin a cover-attempt. But the hurricana wasn't enough for the Basham, ~1! ~2 and a kick-out.
"C'mon Rey!" Billy tapped on the top turnbuckle as his partner went for various other moves to irritate/frustrate the larger enemy. It was a Cruiser-weighted technique that only the champion used when he had matches against bigger enemies.
Outside, Farooq and Bradshaw stood guard so that Lady Shiniqua wouldn't mess around in the match. The APA hadn't any competition with the Basham's until last 'Velocity' Smackdown's lower version. During Velocity, the Basham's and Shiniqua, as usual, cheated on their win. The APA were winning when the Amazonian woman distracted the referee so that Danny Basham, the illegal man, could shove two huge chair shots to Bradshaw's head. in addition, Danny passed Farooq the chair, forcing him to grab it in surprise so that Danny could act like Eddie Guerrero and lay down as if he was the one who got hit. The ref saw Farooq holding the chair and all three other men down, resulting him to believe that Farooq was the one with the chair shot! The ref then disqualified the APA member. Tonight, was the night APA would get their revenge and even get paid in the process! It didn't matter if they cheated or not, just the Basham's losing was enough.
Rey Mysterio was forcefully thrown towards a turnbuckle as the Basham ran in to squash his elbow in Rey's left shoulder!
Cole used the reply mode to show the massive impact again to the TV fans. After several more minutes of pain, Rey fought back and quickly tagged his partner. Billy Kidman's arrival twisted the match around completely. The rest of the bout lasted quite normally; Rey and Billy used their light-weighted skills to out-match the Bashams. At one point Shiniqua interfered, breaking a pin-attempt by Rey who had tagged back in by this time. The APA took care of her but only got a two-handed clothesline! The outer-ring hustle grabbed the referee's attention, this gave the Basham's to pull-off the switch with which they defeated Jamie Noble and Billy Gunn 2 weeks ago. But Rey noticed this and instead of pinning Danny, he moonsaulted on his back! Rey soon tagged out and left Billy to deal with the imposter Basham. Kidman made it quick and soon crushed Danny's belly with a Dragonsault! Pin attempt was made and the ref thought that since Billy was there, maybe Danny also tagged himself in. ~1!
Rey's eyes caught a glance of the other Basham approaching with a chair in hand! ~2! Bardshaw held the Basham's leg while Farooq prevented Shiniqua from breaking the count. ~KicKOUT! – By Danny Basham. Rey ran from one corner of the ring and slided between the top and middle rope as he crashed the chair back in the Basham's face! The ref, by the way, didn't see this.
Billy irishwhipped Danny towards the ropes but the Basham lost balance and fell on the rope! The perfect setting for the . . . 6-1-9! And Mysterio was on the other side! He ran to connect his special-maneuver!
~1!~2!~3!!!
The bell rang with the thousands of the screaming Long Island fans that supported these two men! Shiniqua had gotten lose of Farooq's grip once but she was late for the breaking. Rey and Billy rubbed each other's heads as the Ring announcer barely announced the winners: Rey Mysterio and BILLY KIDMAN!
_______________~Commercials~______________
Cole: And we are back live from Smackdown everyone! Just moments ago, Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio defeated the Bashams!
Tazz: That's right Cole and Danny Basham wasn't even the legal man! Damn!
Cole: And folks, breaking news here, the Owner reported us about the main event tonight—Triple H will debut to Smackdown in a handicapped match against the 7 foot 2 500 pounds Big Show and the WWE Champion Brock Lesner!!!
Tazz: That's pain for ya Cole. Big Show and Brock Lesneh are . . . well they are huge! And facing them both at once . . . man that is tough I'm tellin' ya! Triple H should be worried about now.
Cole: Who are you supporting Tazz?
Tazz: I don't know! Hey! I'm not paid to take sides here Cole! I'm paid here to make silly crackups! Heh, heh. Right in front of my HOMMIES! How ya doin guys? HEH HA!
Cole: Well c'mon! This is your hometown, and you said it yourself! Give up the rules a bit.
Tazz: Oh all right then . . . but just because of the Tazianians!
Cole: Okay, okay. So whose side are you on? Triple H or the two monsters?
Tazz: Well, if you're betting, then I think Brock's gonna win! I mean look at him! This is a two-on-one assault Cole!
Cole: True, a no-DQ numbers game to be precise.
Backstage
Tazz: Hey, check this out!
The camera shifted backstage in the General Manager's office. Stephanie McMahon was going through bundles of papers from the Smackdown works. Since she wouldn't, couldn't, stay here tonight, she had to take her work and head for the hotel room. Steph needed only half of the dozen files, problem was that separating and re-locating the papers were hard work. Some of them are so important that she couldn't just leave them, others were scrambled bits of files, which she always used to drag around with her. The G.M had decided it was time to clean up her briefcase anyway. Sighing, the 'queen' of Smackdown replaced a lock of her brown-hair behind her ears. 'Yeah some Queen' She mumbled inside her head. Her father was a jackass, how can someone be so cruel? Surely Vince wasn't like that when Stephanie was a child. But that was how people acts, they want to be good infront of their children and act honest at all cost. 'And why am I even thinking about that stupid thing? It was obvious to me when I was Seventeen!' Yes, when his daughter was old enough, Vince used her seductive side to attract his business colleagues in many ways. 'Ass hole'.
Shaking her head madly, Stephanie picked up most of the papers and shoved them inside her case when a knock on the door disturbed. She sighed again before permitting "Come in,"
The door opened in a smooth click, and there, was standing in his man-in-black gear with the 'Stevenson' cologne (A/N No such perfume . . . just made tht out! If there is then I don't know abt it!) Was Hunter Hearst Hemsley.
"Hey Steph." He said first, removing his shades as he approached the lady.
"Oh . . . Hi Hunter! I . . . ah . . . I wasn't expecting you to . . . be in . . . my office." A smile greased his lips, she was nervous. Just like he was at that time inside his chest . . . crushing like some teenage kids.
"No, NO! I was . . . walking by . . . when I saw your office and thought I'd stop by." Hunter coughed a bit, clearing his dry throat.
"Oh . . . have a sit?" Stephanie waved her hand towards the sofa with a smile on her face. The tension from her father was suddenly fading at this man's arrival.
"No, ah . . . no thanks I was leaving anyway . . . I thought I'd talk to you. I heard that Vince gave you a day off?"
"Oh that." Just when Stephanie thought he was gone, her father somehow managed to get back in her head again. "Yeah, he gave somekind of silly excuse about my health! Heh."
"Your health? And he thinks about it just now? After 29 years?"
"Hmm . . . that's what Kurt said."
"Kurt?" 'whoops! Damn it Steph! You were supposed to get nice with him again! Not draw KURT ANGLE in again!'
"Yeah ah . . . he was in the ring. Didn't you see?"
"Oh yeah . . . he was . . . sorry I guess . . . I guess I was watching you more."
'Okay . . . that was a weird statement I haven't heard in years!' Hunter had been very close to Stephanie, maybe even closer than he had himself thought. He could smell her light perfume, and he recognized it. It was an old 'Nina Ricci' he gave her on their last occasion. (A/N: Famous ppl wear these . . . wasn't mentioned for advertising purposes just for fun)
"Steph . . . I . . . I've been thinking for a few days and I . . . just can't stop thinking about you. It's like, oh God how am I gonna say this again? It's like . . . I still have feelings . . . for you, towards you. I –" But he was hushed by her soft voice and her gentle touch in his lips. Stephanie whispered slowly as she leaned over,
"I know Hunter . . . I've been feeling the same way." The General Manager suddenly felt her ex-husband's lips upon hers once again, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, pushing against her ass-cheeks. They once again kissed together.
Ringside
Tazz: Wow! That was interesting.
Cole: Told you that Stephanie had a thing for Triple H!
Tazz: All right Cole! All right! Jeez.
The theme 'wordlife' was played on the giant TV screen that settles beside the iron-fist of Smackdown. John Cena half walked and half danced his way out of backstage, grooving on his music.
Yo, You think you're better than me?
Could be heard throughout the arena.
WORD LIFE!
"Hey, yoyoyo, chillchill, the freakin beat!"
Tazz: Heh, HA!
He was laughing now, but if Tazz knew what John Cena was about to unleash upon his 'hommies' Tazz would curse at this every moment.
The white-rapper rhymed his usual taunts as his feet took him towards the ring. Most of the fans remained quiet. Not giving the YEAS nor BOOS. The quietness was something John got used to.
"Now," He started once inside, "I heard that Matt Hardy came with a challenge for me. B-ha!-ut all that guy can do is change lackey's 4/13!"
The booing started, "Yo don't 'boo' me! What I said was true, ask Crash Holly if you don't believe the guy with the green."
But they didn't. The audience had switched sides in less than two-weeks. Matt Hardy had now once again become a 'good-guy' in the fan's eyes. Smiling, Cena kept on taunting the Hardy even though the fans reacted negatively. John rapped:
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So now Hardy's a good guy again. But if I clearly remember it . . . Matt was a b**chin psycho before he scored with Lita in his cycle. Dude, the guy's a freakin' ass—" John held his mic towards the public in hoping for them to say 'hole' but all he received was the silence of the thousands.
"Yeah, I though you'd stay quiet. Cause that's how stupid Long Island is! You can't figure out what I say, due to the fact that all o' you are GAY!" That was enough, and the fans of NY knew when to curse, when to boo and when to taunt. Screaming and booing at the same time, the WWE fans shouted as loud as they could. Trying to taunt the living hell out of John Cena. But it backfired. It only placed a smile upon John's lips.
"Hey, don't blame me because of you problems! The trouble with you guys; are that you've got big electricity disturbance! Hey! During the blackout, it was NEWYORK wit the 2-day-long shortage of power. I guess during that period . . . you guys didn't even shower!" He gagged.
Tazz: Hey! He can't just say that to my people!
John was another one of those egotistic guys you can find in the WWE. His over-confident nature always used to put him in trouble, and now that he used the world of rap as his speaking-language, he has increased his 'trouble-making' skills. Not that getting into trouble was bad for him, John evened-up that. Just because he was now a professional wrestler, getting into trouble meant violence, and if that violence were performed on-stage, John Cena would get that nifty pay-check at the end of the week. I guess this was what he always dreamed to become; taunt, fight and offense people and earn money by doing it!
Fussing up the crowd was another one of John's advantages, if the people hated him that meant that they wanted his to get punished by a bigger-faced athlete. And fighting against a senior wrestler equaled more money.
Smirking a one-cheek smile, John Cena continued:
"And speaking of power," He said, starting once again where he left off. "Don't you guys even dare talk back at John Cena! I'm the white-rapper dog! And I'm gonna f*ck the butt of a diva named–"
"Cena, Cena, Cena." Someone else this time started where John left off.
"What the sh*t kind of rap was that man?" Matt Hardy hysterically asked from across the stadium, he was standing beneath the iron-fist with Lita being on his left hand, smiling just like her b/f.
"I've heard better raps when I visited Amy's cousin in his school-nursery, making music through his pants!"
The Hardy Boy laughed, his manager and girlfriend, Amy 'Lita' Dumas giggling with him. It had been a very rough week for Matt, ever since he started doing both shows, there were Smackdown tapings and Raw tapings. There was the usual WWE-travel tour he had to attend. Matt hasn't seen his 'home' in the last seven days. But one thing that made it all approving, one thing that Matt Hardy was proud that he had, was Lita being with him through all this. Amy was his manager now, and wherever he had to go, she had to go. And wherever she had to go, he had to go. This was just what the two actually needed, each others' company through the tiring and sleep-less nights in the tour. Of course, normally as being human, they needed to nap, and what better place than your own lover's lap? Or shoulder? All in all, it was because of Amy that Matt got his strength to battle against these hard obstacles! To regain his fans, to defeat the monster Brock Lesner, to revive his stupid character as 'Version 1'. It was true what they said, as Matt would often remark, behind every great man stands an incredible woman. And Amy was the one who had got his back, her love and support was all that Matt needed. But now, as of the present tense: He had a match against the man who wanted to take Amy away from him. Matt had to fight, battle, John Cena so that the sick-thought of breaking a couple would never come to his mind again. In short, that asshole wanted to pick on his girl!
"Oh . . . oh yeah? Well . . . what do you know about rappin? All you . . . listen to is that stupid Metallica's crappin!" John mumbled out, Matt had got him by surprise, John always used to shit-talk about his foes and make them so angry that they jumped into the ring and started fighting. Hardy talked back! That was what made him a competitive opponent. And totally talk a person down in front of his loved-one was just Cena's style. John said: "Matt! Heavy metal is too difficult for you man! Why don't you go back and listen to Brittany Spears' advertise on tan? Oh no wait! That'll mean you'll wanna see HLA! To even it up, Lita you should –"
"—Slap John Cena in the face." Matt interfered and finished John's line for him. This was the most insulting way to offense a man when rapping. The Hardy laughed with his girlfriend and with the cheering fans. 'Yeah I should definitely slam him!' Amy said off-mic with her sweet voice. She leaned against the Hardy Boy's strong and flexed chest, drawing Matt's open arm to push against her hips. Matt welcomed the diva in his arms and then realized that romance could wait, right now he needed a follow up for his rhyme.
"Seriously John," Matt spoke clearly in the mike, "Your rap is getting old, all you're doing is making one-lined rhymes that results you sounding like a bimbo! Stop doing that ya'll. Fans of Long Island, if you think Johnny here stinks, then give me one-big-chant worth for this ass—"
HOLE! The crowd yelled in a heartbeat. They didn't do it for John but they did it for Matt. Hardy used John's own technique of holding the mike towards the audience for them to finish the rhyme. There were 2500 fans in the arena, and 1900 of them called Cena an asshole! This was old though, the 'asshole' chant was given to most of the jackasses in the WWE. Vince McMahon, being the role model for that. Anyway, the Hardy boy included for the final rhyming from him, he said, "Well there's the link, you sure stink. Cena, a word of advice; DON'T THINK!"
With that being said, Matt dropped the microphone on the bare street and yanked off his top as he and Lita began towards the ring.
The NY fans were screaming, cheering for Matt Hardy! This was a feeling of pure proud. Over 1000 fans chanting his name, Amy by his side, Matt wondered for a slight second as he walked down that ramp, 'How did I get this lucky?'
Inside the ring, Cena was frustrated by the taunts he received. The only rapping wrestler had to say something quick, before the damn match begins and him being left as a guy called 'asshole'.
"SHUT UP you bastards!" He shouted, changing the 'yea' chants to 'boos'!
"SHUT the hell up! Matt Hardy, I'm gonna be oh-kay with his fight under one condition!"
Tazz: No what does the guy want? Asshole!
Cole: I thought you loved his raps Tazz.
Tazz: The guy sucks! Damn him Cole, he talked-trash with my people! The Tazianians! I sure hope Matt bangs the cojones out o' him!
Sliding inside, Matt and Amy stood in silence as they waited for Cena's staking.
"—Either you put Lita on the line, or this will be a no competition!"
Cole: Oh please, how egotistic can you get?
Matt hated it as much as Amy did, he turned his face as multiple thoughts circled Matt's brain. Damn that ass didn't even know Lita's real name. Twisting around Matt pulled Cena's mike to his mouth and roughly spoke: "NO!"
This made of the crowd to cheer, others stayed quiet because they wanted to see Matt battle in the old-fashioned fight-for-love brawl. Not that Matt mined breaking Cena's skull for Amy, the reason he refused was because he never thought Amy to be a prize or trophy. She was the love of his life! How can you put a price in that? But, he knew John would bring it up anyway.
"Whatssa matter Hardy-boy? Too scared to lose your girly as a toy? Ohh, Matty has a bowwow!" Cena's whining voice clenched Matt's teeth, grinding the jackass's lungs wouldn't be much of a problem now. But again, if he agreed that meant that he didn't care for Amy at all.
"No," Matt spoke through the mic again, "Amy is not a trophy you son of a b*tch!"
"Say what?"
"Amy?"
"Who's Amy? We're talking 'bout Lita here."
"LITA is AMY!"
" . . . oh . . ."
Matt confirmed in his head one more time, 'this ass doesn't even know Lita's real name!'
"Matty!" He heard Amy call from behind him, not speaking in the mic.
"Matty! Are you out of mind?!" She exclaimed, holding Matt by his arms.
"Amy! I am not gonna let you be a prize or . . .or a trophy of somekind! It's just not right!"
"Matty . . ." Amy hands now secured around his cheeks as she whispered slowly, hushing him with all the love and affection she had. How sweet it was of Matt. This was proving enough how much his feelings were for her. Even though to the audience it seemed like he was acting, the sparkle, that look on his eyes were saying everything. It reflected true love and Amy knew that only Matt felt about her that way. If only she could just lean in and kiss him now, but she was saving it for after the match.
"Matty . . . I will never feel like a trophy to you . . . right now, what matters most is for you to kick that ass's ass!"
"But I–"
"Don't 'but I' me young man! Matthew Moore Hardy, I want you to go in there and fight John Cena for everything he ever said! Doesn't it matter to you what he did? He wanted to take me, he called me your girl-toy! Are you gonna just let him get away with that?"
'NO! Never!' Sighing, Hardy nodded. He said the following sentence with narrowed eyes and a determined tone.
"You're right . . . he's going DOWN!"
"YEAH! Now that's the Matty I remember! That's the man who uses Xtreme Mattitude! No go out there and kick butt!"
The entire conversation took place off-mic. All the viewers and live audience saw was the two talk for a minute and then Matt Hardy completely yanking the mike from John Cena's grip. The Xtreme Mattitude creator accepted Cena's challenge, resulting his face to light up when I heard the word 'accept'.
As Amy blew a flying kiss and a wink at Matt before leaving, the referee indicated the start of the brawl. The bell rang, as Matt and John pushed against the other's shoulders. Holding firmly and trying to deliver any of the slams possible at that moment. Cena suddenly let go of Matt's shoulder, causing the Hardy to lose balance as such a weight was suddenly turned off. Cena crouched down a bit and severely punched Matt in the injured stomach. Not just any punch, a crushing boxing jab!
John could hear Matt's struggle to breathe, his stomach was injured during the feud with Brock Lesner last week. Setting up for a suplex, Cena tried to shove Matt's 234-pound body over his head. Pulling by Matt's midsection, John yanked him off the mat and threw him on the ground behind John. Only, Matt landed on his feet! He wasn't fully suplexed nor did he release Cena's own body!
The two were in a weird situation; John had his arms stuck on Matt's back, he couldn't release it and he was abnormally bent on the opposite side. Kind of like a scene from Matrix 1. Matt, however, had an advantage, yes his hands were stuck in the same way but he had a bit more speed, for this was Matt's counter.
With a spinning twist of his upper body, Matt rolled himself and John Cena to the leftmost side of the ring and crashed his elbow upon John's right-side stomach. Just beneath the ribs! Their impact wildly shook the ring. Cole took this free time to replay the belly-squashing maneuver. Obviously Matt Hardy had lost his tubby belly, such a high move requires ones gut to be a non-fat zone.
Tazz: See that Cole? Ha, Ha! That's what Cena gets for talking crap against the people – an Extreme dose of Mattitude!
Outside the ring, the cameras fixed on Lita's face. In ways, this was all about her. Who ever won would get her as a prize! It was stupid yes, but Amy had her full trust that her Matty would win this match. He already started things off with a special move! But does that make Matt invulnerable? No, he was still himan, he still felt that huge knee-to-the-gut by Lesner from last week. 'Matty' was still injured.
"C'mon Matt!" She shouted, tapping her hands on the apron as if though it would give him some kind of encouragement.
Matt Hardy didn't stand to his feet, instead he wrapped his legs around Cena's waist and stretched the white-rapper's arm with his hands. Locking John's arm and pulling it so that it could tear apart!
Referee Nick Harold shifted towards John's face and started going by the book. When a wrestler is locked upon a submission move, the ref had to keep on yelling that did he give up or not. But John didn't, after about 2 minutes of pain Cena finally grabbed the bottom rope to break the armlock. But not before did Matt got to his feet and pulled John Cena by his leg, the same way John had pulled/slammed Zach Gowen weeks ago. The sound of John's front-body slamming against the ring made a small, but heavy echo. The pain of it burned through John's skin, through his muscles maybe. He had received a taste of his own medicine. Matt back phased to the ropes and quickly legdropped a huge amount of pain upon John's knee! The joint that councils the shin to the thigh that is.
Pulling the white-rapper up, Matt Hardy did his version of the Rock-bottom (A/N Dunno wat tht move is called. U'know the one rite?)
Slamming Cena's back again on the apron, Matt attempted a cover but only 2 seconds later John kicked out. This wasn't a surprise, John Cena maybe an ass but he was strong. When Cena first debuted in Smackdown he used 'Ruthless Aggression'. But that personality sucked so now he was rapping. John's style in combat was to weaken his foes emotionally, this failed tonight when Matt rapped back at him. So the next best thing Cena could do was cheat.
Matt tried to repeat the move, - picking up and slamming- but it was countered when John pushed Matt backwards to knock the referee down. He hit the ref by his back and the ref, in physic, trembled on the turnbuckle. John didn't even wait to get up, he tried to deliver a low blow to Matt's balls, but even the greatest cheater occasionally meets his match, Matt caught Cena's fist and kicked him straight in the face. Pushing his booted feet on John's nose. It happened so fast that Amy didn't see it coming. "YEAH!" Matt heard her cheer. The fans were very supportive, they chanted 'MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT' As Matt saw John lying on the ground, the ref was out of the turnbuckle and Matt had his back against it. Smiling at this idea, Hardy leapt on the top buckle and posed his leg-drop pose. But something changed, the v1 sign didn't quite feel the same-taste as it once did. Matt shook both of his hands and converted the v1 sign to the original 'Hardy Boyz Xtreme' logo! He heard Amy's voice screaming "GO FOR IT!" with her beautiful tone. The crowd kept on cheering the word 'Moonsault' as Matt raised one hand up and kept his signature v.1 before doing the unthinkable. It was impossible to do a front moonsault but instead, Matt jumped into the air and flipped a total of 360 degree from up to down. He was doing Billy Kidman's finisher – he was maneuvering . . . a Dragonsault! But as Matt Hardy's body neared John Cena's, the rapping wrestler barely moved a bit to the right to counter the huge aerial attack! Matt slammed his face on he apron and the impact knocked him off the mat. How could he miss this career-changing maneuver? If only Cena was weakened more.
John took the chance as Tazz viewed the replay-mode.
The Dragonsault could've been Matt's chance to gain one of the best moves of the month! John Cena held the Hardy to an armlock but it soon backfired when Matt somehow, barely managed to pull Cena's leg for a pin attempt.
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And as easy as that, John got his shoulder up, forcing the numb body off of his. Losing to Hardy now would be very shameful . . . but Matt did defeat Brock Lesner last week! Maybe it won't be so shameful. But John himself had defeated Brock Lesner months ago. So they were equal in winning . . . someway.
John pulled Matt by his hair to deliver the F-U, John's finisher that was actually made to mock Brock's finisher – the F-Five. Matt was half standing and half crouching when he shoved his shoulder to John's gut and pushed his entire body on the way to perfectly connect the Spear!
Both men slammed on the apron with Matt being on top of Cena, he furiously rubbed his knuckles between John's forehead. Smacking his fist on his face, his jaw and finally after 6 square-punches, rotated John so that he was laying flat on his front. Matt slipped his hands between John's neck and chin and then locked the rapper's right arm with his legs then violently pulled his jaw! Matt had locked in the Crippler Crossface! He pulled and yanked, pushed and stretched until John Cena tapped on the floor when he noticed that the move could fully crack his neck! Matt had made John tap out, that meant that he forced him to take-back all he said about Amy and Matt himself! Matt made Cena regret that he ever said those words!
"Here is your winner – MAATT HARDY!"
The audience cheered loudly and with all the power their voices could vibrate. They were finally back on Matt's side, the fans of Long Island were the best supporters Matt heard as he slowly fell on the lower turnbuckle. The screams prevented him from even hearing what John was mumbling as he rolled out, Amy slid in and kneeled to hug Matt to her chest. Matt could feel both of their hearts breathing, beating together in the same speed.
"I told you you'd win." She slowly whispered in his ears as she bent more to even up their heads.
"You were by my side," Matt panted, "How could I not-win?"
Th two smiled with their eyes locked. How long they were like that couldn't calculate on Matt's head. But now he had to get up and raise his hands towards the thousands of cheering fans. He did so, balancing on Amy's body.
Cena spat out blood on the pavement with a disgusted look. Again, the fans loudness prevented both Matt and Amy to hear the curses John blurted.
Inside the ring, the action that was happening burned John's soul with hatred as he saw the sight of Amy kissing Matt with all her sexual power. The two lovers mocked at Cena by body-language, as if Lita was saying 'You can't have me nah, nah, nah, na, na, naah!'
Breaking their lip-lock, Matt and Amy placed their heads on each others as they smiled at 'Johnny
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Cole: Welcome back everybody to Smackdown. Folks, just moments ago Matt Hardy defeated John Cena via submission! Just look at these clips:
Tazz: Cena deserves to be speared . . . and cross-faced like that Cole! He should've been Dragonsaulted also!
Cole: Well during the break, Matt and Lita were confronted backstage by the Champion Brock Lesner:
Backstage, During the Break:
Literary words were never proven wrong, it was very accurate that when you are seriously in love, it doesn't matter how far you will go for that love, it will matter how far you went with that love. Matt Hardy didn't even washed his body, heck he hasn't even been to his locker. His body and hair was till sweaty from the match he just won. But that didn't stop Amy 'Lita' Dumas to reward the man who had her heart. The kiss they were shared in the ring had made John Cena jealous, if Cena saw the pair hooking up like now he would've had a heart attack.
Matt and Amy were sitting on a bench just behind the curtains that lead towards the entrance. Matt topless, so he could now feel Amy's soft bosoms crash against his strong chest. Her tongue wept across his lips as Matt's 'saliva-maker' circled Amy's. The heat of pure exposure of love expanded through their bodies, Amy sucked more of him into her, deepening the kiss by pulling Matt by his neck. With her free hand, she trailed his paw to the gap between their upper-chests and to grasp the fullness of her breast. A slow moan escaped Amy's throat and crashed with the groan from Matt's vocal cords.
Suddenly a fierce hand pulled Matt away from Amy and slammed his back to the opposite wall! The growl of Brock Lesner shouted at Matt Hardy.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!"
In an instant Amy was torn apart from her boyfriend, she couldn't believe how tall Lesner was. He was attacking her Matty now!
"HUH?! YOU THINK YOU'RE SUPERIOR!? ANSWER ME!"
"Brock—"
"SHUT UP! YOU AIN'T BETTER THAN ME! NO ONE! IS BETTER THAN ME! NO ONE! I am BROCK LESNER! Damn it! I AM THE WWE CHAMPION! Look at the belt –LOOK AT IT! SEE THAT? IT HAS MY NAME ON IT! Not yours Matt! NOTT YOURS! DON'T YOU EVER get in my way again! You understand me?!"
"Oh Shut-the f*ck- UP! Some 'champion' you are Lesner! You couldn't even win that damn match if it wasn't for McMahon! In fact a**hole YOU TAPPED OUT!"
"THAT WAS 2 WEEKS AGO! FORGET IT! Listen Hardy I want you in the ring next week! Oh yeah! Heh, heh. I want you inside a 30 foot long Cage! Cause BROCK LESNER is gonna show you a NEW Definition of PAIN!"
The Champion left with a monstrous grin in his face. A grin that scared Amy . . . really scared Amy . . .
Ringside, NOW
Cole: That was creepy for Matt Tazz. I mean, just imagine what might be running through his head right now? He is gonna face BROCK LESNER inside a steel-cage next week! Just imagine what might be running through Lita's head?
Tazz: I dunno Cole! Matt was having a privet time with his girlfriend . . . I . . . I don't know how Brock could do that. I mean, disrespecting him infront of his . . . well not his wife but . . . his girlfriend . . . that's not right.
Cole: Oh c'mon! He just invaded their privacy! That's NOTHING for that Monster! Remember how he manhandled Zach Gowen? Remember how he nearly killed Spanky? Brock Lesner is an ass I'm telling you! AN ASS!
Tazz: Well if Matt does have his rematch against Lesneh next week . . . that'd be . . . well if I was Hardy I'd start cleaning up my back cause I need to watch it next week!
Cole: Yeah, I'll bet.
Backstage
Cole: Well there he is, the man who encouraged Brock Lesner to start his rampage from day one! The owner of WWE: Vince McMahon.
Tazz: Ohhhh lookatthat Cole! Sable looks hot as a Pizza just emerging from the magical-food world at Pizza Hut . . . umm . .. Pizza!
Cole: sigh I can't believe this.
"Mmmmff—" Sable moaned at the feel of Mr. McMahon toying in her upper-chest. She was barely wearing anything but a black unbuttoned vest, which was now thrown on the side. Vince had on all of his clothes including his grey-700 dollar- coat. He was keeping them on because wrestlers, staff members and secretaries would often drag themselves in and talk to the owner. Who would even care if Sable was running around naked? Some people would, but that was her motto; Attract everyone and 'x' wherever possible to get what you want. Right now she was on the couch in McMahon's office with the owner completely covering her.
"Ah . . . love it," She hushed again.
A knock on the door interrupted McMahon's concentration. It was a staff member, a very courageous staff member because he had the guts to come in the owner's office after he told him not to!
"Sir, Mr. McMahon I . . . I'm terribly sorry for the interruption but . . . there is someone who wishes to speak with you."
"Who is it?" Vince demanded with a rough voice.
"It's . . . um . . . it's your–"
"I DON'T CARE who it is! Tell him or her to get lost! I'm busy!"
"But sir—"
"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"
" . . . yes sir . . . ma'am." The door shut closed behind them, this returned Vince's smile.
"Now . . . where were we?" He asked with a devilish grin.
Sable stuck out her breasts towards his mouth as she hummed "Right . . . here, in the nipple-section."
Vince's man-hood grew at the sight of her big puppies but as he leaned down to insnare, a second knock disturbed.
"What the hell—" Vince once more stood up from the couch and once more, the door opened by itself. Emerging from it, however, was someone else; it was Vince's own blood, Shane McMahon!
"Hey . . . ah . . .Vince," Shane highlighted his father's name.
"Shane! What brings . . . you to Smackdown?" The Owner swallowed, standing straight. He caught Shane's glance move towards the nude Sable.
"Could you please excuse us?" Shane asked with a stable voice.
"NO! Sable is staying here. You tell me what you want to tell me infront of her!"
"Jeez Vince, I thought you hated to be disrespected in front of your woman. Consider that's why most of your 'girlfriends' left you . . . starting with my mom your WIFE!" Shane spat at Vince's face, grilling all his anger through his voice.
Hearing this, Sable wrapped her vest behind the camera and got up from the couch. She said, "Y'know Vince . . . I'll wait . . . out side for your . . . ahem . . . young boy here to . . . talk to you?"
"Ah . . . yeah Sable . . . I think you should do just that. Oh and, be . . . be in the Big Show's locker . . . I think he might need you."
Smiling, the hooker closed the door and left behind Shane.
"So . . . uh . . . you want anything to drink?"
"No Vince thank you."
"Will you quit calling me by my name?! I'm older than you! SUPERIOR than you damn it! You should call me Mister McMahon!"
"You're lucky I don't call you an asshole pops!"
" . . ."
"Right, and the reason I was here for. I want a match with Kane!"
oohyeah
"Kane? Well, for your information Shane, since Eric Bischoff hit you so bad at Summer Slam maybe your brains aren't stable! Kane works in RAW! Alright? This is SMACKDOWN! Six words differ these two alright? you get it? So you better just Shut your damn mouth because—"
"STONE COLD Steve Austin has a stupid paper saying that for my own safety I can't Kane. ERIC BISCHOFF will never book me a match that I want. And mom is on due to Kane as you clearly remember right? So that brings me to you Vince. I demand a match against Kane!"
"Well . . . let me think of it this way . . . you're on! BUT You'll have to earn your way to the match."
"Good, what do I have to do?"
"You have to defeat BROCK LESNER!"
"Fine by me! JUST BRING IT!"
"No . . . no . . . you still don't get it do you? In order to even reach Brock Lesner? You need to qualify with the Big Show! For Big Show, you need to qualify with ah . . . with The UNDERTAKER! Yeah!"
"Alright . . . so if I and when I defeat these bastards . . . when will my match with Kane take place?"
"Oh that's a simple question. IF you qualify for the match, you'll get Kane at 'Unleashed!'!
YEAAAAAAAA
"Thank you. You can tell Brock Lesner the Show and Taker to consider their asses being kicked!"
Ringside
Tazz: Wow! Shane O' Mac against Brock Lesner!
Cole: Yeah but he needs to qualify against the Big Show and Undertaker!
Tazz: And if he defeats Brock then he'll have to face Kane! Oh great! I don't think he's gonna be physically 100% to face him Cole!
Cole: We'll have to see! Speaking of Brock Lesner and the Big Show . . . Coming up next! Triple H battles in a handicapped match against Lesner and Show! Kurt Angle canNOT interfere or he will be canceled at the number 1 contender match NEXT week!
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Cole: Welcome back folks, I'm Michael Cole here at ringside with Tazz and you are live from Smackdown here at Long Island NY!
WELLL IT'S THE BIG SHOW!
"The Following contest is scheduled for one fall, its is a two-on-one Handicapped Match! Introducing first, from Florida weighing in 500-pounds! THE BIG-SHOW!"
The middle-aged ring announcer called out, he had been working in SMACKDOWN for years, he had even called out this giant on every house show everyweek. Yet, the massive size of the Big Show always frightened him. The way Big Show entered over the top rope and scream for the blazing pyro to burn up from one end always stroke him. But fearing wasn't his job, calling out wrestlers were. As the stupid yell of the Show's music faded, it was time for another heart-shattering monster to approach the ring.
SQUEALING SOLO-GUITER
Tazz: Well, Here Comes the Pain!
"And the partner, from Minneapolis, PA weighing 295 pounds! He is the WWE Champion the REAL Brock Lesner!"
It felt unreal to be exact. This savage beast was a ruthless killer. The way he had f-fived Zach Gowen 3 weeks ago was simply something no one will forget. He doesn't even deserve to hold the WWE title, which was around his wait. Brock Lesner had cheated at Summer Slam for the Heavyweight gold. He took Mr. McMahon's help and timed everything so perfectly that Kurt Angle never saw the double chair-shot coming. McMahon had distracted the referee when Brock was submitted to the Ankle-lock and then dislocated the ref's head with a chair shot. During all the hubbub, Brock and Kurt both knew that Lesner was tapping! McMahon hit Kurt with another Chair shot and finally he was squashed by a steel from the left and a steel from the right. At the end, Brock f-fived Kurt into the steel chair and then pinned. McMahon had on a referee jersey.
Of course the monster was rather proud that he had someone like Mr. McMahon by his side. Vince personally certified that before the next PPV Brock will not have any kind of match with his title on the line. So Lesner now could straighten his mind and focus on tonight's challenge: Defeating The Cerebral Assassin!
Brock hopped on the edge of the apron, causing the four turnbuckles to explode at his entrance. This might have spooked the ring announcer (God knows what his name is) but why should Brock care? He wanted people to fear at his name. Stepping in, Brock tossed his belt to the ref as he stared at the 7 feet tall giant standing next to him. Oh yeah, Big Show and Brock Lesner's relationship traveled a long way. When Brock first came in the WWE he was managed by an agent named Paul Heyman. Heyman was also Show's manager years before. And through Heyman did Brock first pit against the 500-pound giant. Heyman had soon betrayed Brock in his title match but that was last year, in the Summer Slam before the last. It didn't matter now.
As the two monsters stared at each other, they cold hear Cole and Tazz make tiny-remarks to refresh the crowds' memory. The two could also hear the Announcer's introduction of their worst foe yet to date.
"And the challenger," The middle-aged man spoke clearly with his voice,
TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!
"From British Shenadakin (A/N: Okay this is my mistake, I cant figure out what the announcer says when HHH enters. Plz if u know where he is from pls PLEASE let me know! Thankz)
"Weighing in 323 pounds! Representing Evolution, The Game TRIPLE H!"
Cole: There he is Tazz, Triple H. The Cerebral assassin!
Tazz: Cole I'm tellin ya. Triple H is a man who will destroy you. If he has a problem with you he will by God solve it by beating you a$$!
Cole: Well, last week when Triple H was appointed to a match against the Big Show, it was Stephanie McMahon who canceled it!
Tazz: I guess, then Mr. McMahon doubles this for his own ego!
Cole: Could be, Mr. McMahon can be a real trouble if he wants to! Speaking of which, this is Triple H's first match as a member of Smackdown!
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The match had already begun. Triple H was irishwhipped by the Champion as the 500 pound Big Show remained behind the blue ropes.
Cole: We are sorry folks about that commercial break, due to technical problems in out set. Brock Lesner is the legal MAN From his team.
Michael Cole's bolding of the word 'man' was due to the high-counter by Triple H. H stuck his right knee outwards so that when Lesner whipped his to the ropes, H could easily counter it the 'Game' way. Smacking his knee on Brock's left shoulder and knocking the Champion to the ground.
Tazz: Let me remind you guys that this is a non-disqualification match and there will be no countout, no DQ and pretty much everything is legal other than killing your opponent!
Cole: Well Hunter should be pleased with that. The no-DQ rule may be the goal he needs to defeat these two monsters!
Countering irishwhips has always been Hunter's advantage. Since his early days as Paul-Jean-Lavesque in the WCW, Triple H has been the dominant wrestler to counter all irish whips. Even the Rock couldn't stand to H's counter during their historical feud.
H quickly made a run for it and hit the Big Show with his elbow, while Brock was lying.
The 500-pound giant landed on his feet outside the ring but soon dashed in. By this time, Triple H was against the other ropes on the south-most side from the iron-fist. Lesner to his feet, Triple H ran towards the Big Show but only got slapped on his throat as the Show steadied for the chokeslam! The Champion was a few centimeters away from the Show, standing for the wait of the slam to get delivered.
Seeing this as an advantage, Hunter grabbed Brock by his free hand and pulled the Champion's arm, forcing Lesner to bump against the 7-feet tall monster and allowing H to escape his clutches. The two beasts were now equal to the size, just in place for a double-handed-clothesline! Hunter pushed all of his strength to his two-arms and dove them on both Brock and Show's collar bone, slamming all three of them to the mat.
Triple H quickly got up and rolled out of the ring to the silver-part where 'SMACKDOWN!' was written. He pulled out a sledge hammer from under the ring! The sledgehammer was his weapon.
Brock Lesner had always used his rage and reflected it through the steel-chairs. The way he beat up his opponents in the every single match was so brutal, that no other foe can cause Lesner the pain he had inflicted upon others. But being a member of Evolution also meant to do and outwit what Brock Lesner did. Triple H was just like Brock, only that he had help from his lackeys to cause the damage. But be it no misunderstanding, the Game could be a vicious animal if he wanted. And being an animal to Brock Lesner was no crime.
The Champion by this time had rose to his feet. Even though his partner in the match – the Big Show was troubling to get up due to his massive body size. Brock's back was suddenly pushed by non other than Matt HARDY so that he fell between the top and middle ropes just above Triple H's armed weapon!
Hunter used the sledgehammer as an old-fashioned sword and with a wave that ranged his arm to a 180 degree turn, the hammer was squashed against Brock Lesner's head! The sound of the impact vibrated through the ring as the Champion slammed back inside..
Triple H's body made it fast and slid between the bottom rope with his weapon in hand. Hunter knew that Brock Lesner wouldn't regain his strength for another minute or two, it was just impossible to kickout in 3 seconds after having his head used as a wood-nail! But the Big-bad-Show was still a threat. As soon as Helmsley stood up inside, he was, once again, stuck by his throat as the 500pound beast squeezed his neck. The chokeslam was not far away when Triple H banged the hammer on the side of the Show's stomach! Just inches separated the hitting-location to the Show's kidney. The hit inflicted serious pain on the Show's belly, his gut, his hip. He had no choice but to release Triple H and grab the source of pain . . . it had accumulated.
This was another opening for the Game, he did the same thing he did to Lesner and smacked the hammer onto the Big Show's forehead! Totally scrambling his brains as the gigantic structure collapsed in the center of the ring. Shaking the squared-circle like Jell-O.
Cole had shouted out something like 'Oh my god! Triple H has instantly beaten two of Smackdown's greatest giants!' The words reached Hunter's ears because Cole was practically screaming. The wrestlers could never really hear what the commentators were saying when in the ring. The speakers didn't support the entire arena. It only supported for radio and TV.
Matt had left after seeing the Show fall, he had made Brock Lesner lose. He made him angry, 'Serves him right' the mentally noted as he walked up the ramp.
Inside, The Game slammed Brock Lesner's gut to small gooey substances as the sledgehammer squashed against it three times in one row! Pinning was obvious now and Triple H easily covered for Mike Kioda to count the pin-falls
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The bell rang loudly as the fans started cheering the nano-second the thirdfall was counted!
"Here is your winner – TRIPPPLE H!" The announcer informed. Triple H defeated two monsters without getting bled or . . . even injured! Sure Matt Hardy helped a bit but it was Triple H who unleashed pain upon Brock and The Big Show! There were 2000 people at the arena, and every single folk was on their feet, cheering for the Game, clapping for the one man they hated so much 2 weeks ago! Smackdown was indeed one of Hunter Hearst Helmsley's most successful switch ever! As the victor raised his hand to the fans of Long Island . . . he knew that match lasted 3:30 minutes. This debut marked a new era to both Brock Lesner and the Big Show, for if the Cerebral Assassin remained in Smackdown . . . the WWE title would be his to keep. Just like how he retained the World Heavyweight Title on Raw. And Brock didn't like this at all.
Where was that damn McMahon when you needed him?
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A/N: Okay guys, the next update will take place the Sunday AFTER this Sunday! Get it? Not THIS COMING SUNDAY! The Sunday AFTER the coming Sunday! Which means on 21st of September! The day when 'UNFORGIVEN' airs in real life. So plz don't forget to come! After that, we will be back on schedule okay? Okay! The next update will be RAW and it will be done by the co-writer whom I haven't offically found yet! Thank you for your patients! Also, has any one remember it? Tonight is the 11th of September, so let us take a moment and remember the people who gave their lives on this day. God bless their souls. Piece 1
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