The Gr8 Fed: Survivor Series

Survivor Series Results

The Survivor Series set is showered in sparks, as an extravagant pyro
display signals the arrival of Gr8 Fed Survivor Series! The camera moves
from the set, zooming around the arena as the fans rise to their feet,
waving their signs in the air and cheering with anticipation.
JR: "Welcome...to the Survivor Series!"
The camera cuts to the announce table at ringside.

JR: "Tonight, this is beyond wrestling.This is beyond competition.
This....is WAR! Eight men will enter the War Games cage! Who will survive?"
Mart: "Who cares about that? The big news is....I'M BACK!"
The camera closes in on Mart sitting next to JR.
Mart: "BAH GAWD, Jim! BRINGING the Goddamn Moveset!"
Jim Ross' face falls into a miserly frown.
JR: "Yes folks, tonight I'm joined by....Mart. In a ONE OFF appearance,
might I add."
Mart: "I dunno JR, I may have to come back permanently - this Fed is falling
apart without me! I heard someone even voted for Arnay as RAW writer!"
JR: "Yes well, if we could just behave like professionals and get back to
the matches we're going to see tonight...."
Mart suddenly lurches to the side, grabbing JR in a headlock, knocking off
his cowboy hat, and scrubbing the top of his head with his knuckles.
Mart: "Monkey scrub! Monkey scrub! BRINGING the moveset!"
JR: "Gah! Get off me!"
Jim shoves Mart back down into his seat. He reaches down and picks up his
cowboy hat, dusts it off, and places it back on his head.
JR: "Bah!"
Mart: "Sorry, Jim, just excited to be back! Hey, where's your Giraffe
costume?"
JR: "Well I didn't know you'd be here, di....I mean....what giraffe
costume?!"
Mart: "What? What's this talk of giraffes? Jim, this is one of the biggest
PPVs of the year, could you at least TRY to behave like a mature
professional and focus on the matter at hand?"
JR: "Wha...?"
Mart: "Allow me. Tonight sees the return of War Games as Team Scott face off
against Squad Shamrock. And as if that wasn't enough, Steve 'Buyrate'
Blackman defends his IC Title against both Christian and Chris Nowinski - in
a ladder match!"
JR: "That one should be a right slobberknocker and no mistake. But before
any of that, we have a classic Survivor Series tag match. Team USA face Team
UK!"
Mart: "Bah GAWD, Jim! Some YANKS are gonna get BUSTED!"
JR: "Somehow I doubt it."

Survivor Series Match
Team USA vs. Team UK
Suddenly, the oddly familiar sounds of Marty Jones' theme 'Yankbuster'
blares out over the PA.
"When there's a Yank
In your neighbourhood
Who ya gonna call?
YANKBUSTER!!!"
A wave of boos ripples through the few members of the crowd who actually
care, as Marty Jones pushes through the curtain, waving the Union Jack. He
is closely followed by 'The Real Deal' Gary Steele and an old man dressed in
Legion of Doom ring attire.
Mart: "Here they come, Jim! Those proud patriots of Team UK! The DEAL! The
YANKBUSTER! And the Ell....Ohhhh....DEEEEEEE!!!"
JR: "That would be the LEGEND of Doom, and I consider this insulting to the
memory of the recently departed Road Warrior Hawk."
Mart: "Don't talk balls, Jim, the Legend was the ORIGINAL LOD!"
William Regal is suddenly pushed through the curtain, followed by two
security guards. He staggers backwards down the ramp, gazing at the security
guards in confusion, before tripping over and landing flat on his backside.
The rest of Team UK help Regal to his feet, and they support him as he
wobbles unsteadily towards the ring.
JR: "Will's looking a little worse for wear, isn't he? Looks like he's put
on a few pounds since we last saw him. And he could use a shave."
Mart: "JR, William Regal is NOT a homeless alcoholic."
JR: "I didn't say he was!"
Mart: "I know, but I just thought I'd clear that up, in case anybody was
thinking that he might be. He ISN'T."
Team UK enter the ring and each climb to the turnbuckles to pose, except
William Regal, who gazes out at the fans, his eyes wildly flicking from side
to side as he staggers around in circles.
JR: "Are you sure Willy hasn't been at the liquor again?"
Mart: "He's been dry as a very dry thing for months!"
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering fills the arena, and Team UK quickly
drop down to the mat and stare up the rampway. Steve Austin marches out onto
the stage to a rapturous ovation from the fans, closely followed by
Bradshaw, Billy Gunn, SID and DAVE.
JR: "Oh hell yeah! Let's kick some limey ass!"
Team USA sprint down the aisle and dive into the ring, and the two teams
begin to exchange blows.
JR: "AUSTIN! AUSTIN! AUSTIN! This Bradshaw is a big ol' Hoss! 'The One'
Billy Gunn - greatest pure athlete in the Fed today! HOSSES! AUSTIN! The
Texas rattlesnake! BAH GAWD!"
Mart: "BUST some YANKS, Marty!"
As the two teams continue to brawl, the arena lights suddenly go out! The
fans groan loudly, as a bell ominously tolls.
JR: "What???"
Mart: "Oh my...."
The Funeral March begins to play, as flashing purple lights illuminate the
stage. The UK Undertaker begins to slowly walk down the ramp, followed by
the UK Paul Bearer, who holds aloft the UK Urn.
Mart: "It's the UK Undertaker! The British Phenom! The Deadman of Blighty!
Here comes the final member of Team UK!"
The UK Undertaker reaches the ring. He climbs onto the apron and awkwardly
steps over the top rope. He then marches up to Billy Gunn, grabs him by the
back of the neck, and hurls him out of the ring over the top rope.
Mart: "He's unleashing some UK Destruction!"
DAVE Batista charges at the UK Undertaker, only to be floored with a right
hand to the head, and sent rolling out of the ring. SID follows him, only to
be met with a boot to the face, which knocks him back into the ring ropes.
The UK Undertaker then knocks him over the top rope with a clothesline.
Mart: "The Deadman's taking them all down!"
Bradshaw runs at the UK 'Taker, but he puts his head down and uses
Bradshaw's own momentum to backdrop him over the top to the outside!
Mart: "There goes another one!"
Steve Austin grabs the UK Undertaker by the hair and hits a boot to the gut.
JR: "That's it, Steve! He's not gonna put the Rattlesnake down!"
Austin positions the UK Undertaker for the Stunner, but is pushes off to the
ropes. As he bounces back, Marty Jones steps forwards and leaps into the
air. He flings his legs out, smashing into Austin's chest with a huge
dropkick! Steve flies between the ropes, as Jones crashes down to the mat.
Mart: "Jones scores with a 250 pound Yankbuster dropkick!"
As the Americans regroup on the outside of the ring, Team UK celebrate to
the boos of the fans.
Mart: "Team UK cleared house, there. The UK Undertaker gives them a big
advantage!"
JR: "Oh come on! They got lucky!"
Suddenly, the lights go out again!
Mart: "What?"
Ominous organ music fills the arena.
JR: "What now?"
The lights come back on, as a feeble flame explodes at the top of the ramp,
and a man in a Kane dressing up kit [pushes through the curtain!
Mart: "OH MY GOD! It's A UK Tribute To Kane! What's he doing here?!"
As A UK Tribute To Kane makes his way down the aisle, The UK Undertaker
rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp to meet him. The two begin
exchanging right hands as they back off up the ramp, followed by the UK Paul
Bearer who is wailing about seducing A UK Tribute To The Undertaker's Mom on
A UK Tribute To The Kitchen Floor. All three eventually disappear behind the
curtain.
Mart: "The UK Undertaker and A UK Tribute To Kane have brawled off
backstage!"
The referee lays down a ten count, before calling for the bell!
JR: "The UK Undertaker has been counted out!"
Mart: "No! Now we're at a huge disadvantage!"
Team UK return to the ring apron, leaving 'The Real Deal' Gary Steele in the
ring. Team USA climb onto the apron on their side of the ring, as DAVE
Batista slides into the ring.
JR: "Looks like this young buck Batista is going to go head to head
with....Gary Steele."
Mart: "Take the disgust out of your voice, Jim."
The pair lock up, and DAVE quickly overpowers Gary and hurls him to the mat.
He rushes towards him, but Gary slides around on the mat and brings DAVE
down with a drop toehold, before moving around into a front facelock.
Mart: "Steele is outclassing Batista here!"
DAVE suddenly powers to his feet, dragging Gary up with him. He takes the
'Real Deal's legs from under him and plants him to the mat with a
Spinebuster!
JR: "Batista scores with the damnedest Spinebuster!"
DAVE quickly drags Gary to his feet and places his head between his legs,
before grabbing him around his waist.
Mart: "No! Not the sitout Powerbomb! Come on, Gary!"
Suddenly, SID steps into the ring. He hits Batista across the back with a
forearm!
JR: "What?"
Mart: "SID! He's attacking DAVE! A swerve!"
Eudy straightens DAVE up, grabs him around the throat, and Chokeslams him to
the mat!
Mart: "Chokeslam on DAVE! What's SID doing?!"
SID kneels down and makes the cover on Batista, hooking his leg.
JR: "Eh?"
The referee looks thoroughly confused, as SID gestures for him to make the
pin. As the entire arena falls silent, he slowly kneels down and makes the
count:
1...2....3?!
SID gets to his feet, steps out onto the ring apron, and drops down to the
ringside mats. He then backs away up the ramp.
Mart: "Errr....SID just pinned his own partner."
JR: "Can you do that?"
Mart: "No. Of course you fucking can't!"
JR: "Then...why did the referee count? Is DAVE out?"
SID continues to back away up the ramp, as Batista gets to his feet and
leans over the ropes staring angrily after him.
Mart: "Well, we knew there was heat between these two, but as we haven't
seen them in about six months I guess we never realised it had reaches this
stage! And now SID is taking a walk!"
Honest SID disappears backstage, as Batista turns around and begins
questioning the referee, who merely shrugs his shoulders.
JR: "I don't think even the referee has a clue what's going on here! This
match is a shambles!"
Suddenly, Gary Steele reaches between Batista's legs and rolls him up,
making the cover! The referee counts:
1...2...3!!!
Mart: "Well he's definitely out now!"
Team USA storm into the ring, protesting, as the bell rings twice to signal
the elimination of DAVE and SID!
Mart: "Team UK have the advantage now!"
As Bradshaw, Austin and Billy argue with the referee, Marty Jones and LOD
enter the ring. William Regal stays on the ring apron, looking thoroughly
confused and disgusted by the whole thing.
Mart: "William Regal's star sure has fallen...."
Marty Jones grabs Austin and Billy Gunn's heads and cracks them together, as
LOD exchanges punches with Bradshaw.
JR: "Double noggin-knocker if you will, by this overweight old man named
Marty Jones."
Austin falls to the mat, as Billy Gunn staggers towards Gary Steele. The
Real Deal grabs him in a waistlock, as the fans lift the roof of the
building...with a deafening round of indifference.
Mart: "OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!"
Gary flips Gunn over his head with the Suplex, before rolling over to make
the cover:
1...2...Bradshaw shoves aside LOD and rushes to make the save, stomping down
on Steele's back!
Mart: "Bradshaw makes the save just in time! That Suplex would have ended it
for sure - nobody ever kicks out of that!"
As Bradshaw is shepherded out of the ring by the referee, LOD backs into the
corner and pushes himself up onto the bottom rope. Billy Gunn staggers to
his feet and stumbles over to the corner, where the Legend flies off the
rope and catches him with a clumsy Clothesline! Billy goes down, and Gary
Steele scampers over to make the pin. The referee whirls around and makes
the count:
1...2...3!!!
Mart: "Billy Gunn eliminated with that devastating flying clothesline, and
the Brits now have a four on two advantage!"
JR: "Did he really just do a clothesline off the BOTTOM rope?"
Mart: "I know! What athleticism!"
JR: "What was the point? He might as well have just done a regular one!"
Bradshaw storms back into the ring, as the bell rings to signal Gunn's
elimination. He charges straight at the Legend of Doom, hitting a savage
Clothesline From Hell on the decrepit old man. The Legend crumples to the
mat, utterly motionless.
JR: "Bah Gawd! Bradshaw scores with a Texas-sized lariat! What a big ol'
hoss!"
Gary Steele runs up behind Bradshaw, but Steve Austin catches his arm and
spins him around. Steve scores with a kick to the gut, before planting Gary
with the Stone Cold Stunner! Bradshaw and Austin make simultaneous pins on
LOD and Steele:
1...2...3!!!
JR: "Way to go! The USA evens up the odds, and we're down to two on two!"
Mart: "Gary! What went wrong!? Why didn't he kick out?! I don't understand!"
Bradshaw leaves the ring, and Austin beckons for Marty Jones to get in.
Mart: "Oh my! This is the confrontation we've been waiting to see!"
JR: "Maybe you have!"
However, William Regal suddenly steps into the ring and staggers towards
Austin. Steve floors Will with a right hand, knocking him down to the canvas
and sending him rolling to the outside.
JR: "William Regal finally makes a contribution!"
Regal pulls himself up on the outside. He grabs the ring apron and pulls it
aside, before fishing around under the ring.
Mart: "Regal's looking for a weapon!"
Regal pulls out....a canister of petrol. He unscrews the top, licking his
lips as his eyes dart wildly from side to side.
JR: "Petrol?"
Mart: "Oh no!"
Regal pulls off the cap and throws his head back, pouring the petrol into
his mouth. He stumbles towards the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope,
splashing petrol around as he does so.
Mart: "It looks like Regal still has a taste for fossil fuels."
Austin moves in to attack Regal, but William wildly swings the can, sending
petrol flying everywhere.
JR: "For God's sake, this whole building could get burnt down here!"
The referee grabs hold of the petrol and manages to pull it from Regal's
grasp. He leaves the ring, taking the petrol with him.
Mart: "Well thank God the referee has removed Regal's petrol from
proceedings...."
Suddenly, DAVE Batista comes charging back down the aisle! He dives into the
ring and charges at Regal, blasting him to the mat with a Spear! Petrol
fires out of Regal's mouth, as he thuds into the canvas!
JR: "Batista! Looking for some revenge for the way he was eliminated! He
Speared Regal!"
Mart: "That's his Achilles heel! Remember when Rhyno pinned him with a Gore
in a PPV main event?"
JR: "Are you suggesting that Regal has a weakness to Spear variants?"
Mart: "Yes."
Batista rolls back out of the ring, as Austin makes the cover on Regal. The
referee climbs back inside and makes the count:
1...2...3!!!
The bell rings, and Regal is dragged out of the ring by security. Meanwhile,
Austin gestures for Jones to get in the ring.
JR: "We're down to Bradshaw and Austin against Marty Jones!"
Mart: "Marty can still win this! Let's BUST some YANKS!"
Jones steps into the ring and Austin immediately rushes towards him, only to
be caught in a go-behind waistlock. Marty lifts Steve into the air, before
taking him down face-first to the mat and releasing the waistlock. Austin
angrily looks up at Marty, as he pumps his fist in the air and yells at the
fans:
"Let's BUST some YANKS!"
Loud boos fill the arena, to be replaced with cheers as Austin reaches up,
catches hold of Jones' leotard with one hand and swings the other up with a
low blow! Marty doubles up in pain, as Stone Cold quickly gets to his feet,
grabs his head, and hits the Stunner!
JR: "Stunner! AUSTIN! AUSTIN! AUSTIN!"
Jones slumps to the canvas, and Steve makes the pin:
1...2.....Marty kicks out!
Mart: "YES! Go Marty!"
Austin looks up in disbelief. He grabs what remains of Jones' hair and pulls
him over to the corner, before lifting him up onto the turnbuckles and
climbing up after him. Steve hooks Jones up in position for a Superplex.
JR: "Superplex! That'll do it! That fatboy limey won't kick out after this!"
Marty lashes out with a right hand, knocking Austin down to the mat! Steve
staggers around in a circle, as Jones positions himself sitting on the
middle rope. He suddenly fires off, sending his legs out thudding into
Austin's chest with something resembling a dropkick! The velocity of the
move sends Steve flying backwards to the met, clutching his chest with both
hands.
Mart: "Yankbuster Dropkick! He caved Austin's ribs in!"
Jones quickly gets up and grabs Austin's legs, wrapping them up and flipping
him over onto his front, before sitting back on the hold.
Mart: "There it is! Marty Jones' Leglock Submission Finishing Hold!"
JR: "Looks like a Sharpshooter to me."
Mart: "No, it's a Leglock Submission. And Austin is trapped - he's going to
have to tap out!"
As Austin raises his hand, as though to tap out, Bradshaw steps into the
ring and charges at Marty. He swings at Jones, who is tied up with Austin
and unable to defend himself, smashing him to the mat with the Clothesline
>From Hell!
Mart: "No!"
JR: "Oh hell yeah! He knocked him all the way back to London or wherever the
Hell he comes from!"
Austin reaches over and drapes an arm across Marty Jones' chest:
1...2...3!!!
Mart: "Dammit!"
JR: "OH HELL YEAH! USA! USA!"
Steve Austin's music fills the arena. Bradshaw helps Steve up, and the pair
raise their arms in victory. Steve gestures towards the announce table, and
is thrown a couple of cans of beer, one of which he passes to Bradshaw.
JR: "And now they're gonna celebrate with an All American Survivor Series
Steveweiser!"

As Steve and Bradshaw crack open their beers, three figures suddenly leap
over the barricade and slide into the ring!
Mart: "WHAT! That's TAKA! And Mr. Fuji! And...."
JR: "...Funaki in red leather hotpants!"
Austin whirls around, and walks into a handful of salt to the eyes from the
effeminate Funaki look-alike. Meanwhile, TAKA cracks Bradshaw across the
back of the head with the Japanese flagpole, knocking him down to the
canvas. Mr. Fuji grabs a microphone.
Mart: "What's going on here?"
Fuji raises the mic to his mouth. TAKA and Funaki (?) continue to stomp the
Americans down.
Mr. Fuji: "AAAAAAhahahaha!!! Now you see....power of Yellow Man! Where your
joke about Hong Kong Phooey and Chop Suey Action now? Where your silly song
about Kung Fu Fighting fast as lightening? Where your talk of eating 'lice'
while wearing lampshade on head?"
Mart: "Jim, have you spiked my drink or is this real?"
Mr. Fuji walks over to Steve Austin.
Mr. Fuji: "YOU Steve Austin set up match to decide who is best country...and
yet not invite men from Japan! In fact, there are no yellow men at all in
match! It is time for Yellow Man to strike back! You are holding down the
Yellow Man! But no longer! No longer will you laugh at our Kung Fu movies,
or say we eat cats! Day has come for Yellow Man to rule all of wrestling!"
TAKA and Funaki (?) stand next to Mr. Fuji.
Mr. Fuji: "You looking at the future of wrestling! Mr. Fuji! TAKA Michinoku!
Gail Kim!"
Mart: "I could have sworn that was Funaki..."
Mr. Fuji: "You looking at most powerful group in all of wrestling....GOOK
WORLD ORDER! How will you hold back Yellow Man now??? AAAAAAAAAAhahahahaha!
Gook World Order is taking over!"
TAKA and Gail Kim jump up and down excitedly as Mr. Fuji raises his arms in
the air.
Mr. Fuji: "Gook....World....Order! BANZAI!"
Fuji runs to the ropes, fires back and leaps into the air. He spins around
and lands on Austin with the Banzai Elbow! The gWo then slowly leave the
ring, TAKA waving the Japanese flag in the air. The camera cuts to Mart and
JR at ringside.

Mart: "Looks like Kaientai are back."
JR: "Gook World Order? What the hell are they talking about? I'll tell you
this, that makes me sick! Austin and Bradshaw just proved beyond a shadow of
a doubt that the USA is the greatest nation on Earth by beating those
limeys, and that bunch of gooks have to come and ruin their celebration!
That makes me absolutely sick to my stomach! In fifteen years in this
business I have never seen anything so Goddamn sickening! What the hell did
we ever do to them to deserve that? For no reason those stinking gooks who
didn't even have the guts to be involved in that damn match come out here
and Pearl Harbour Austin and Bradshaw...just like they did at Pearl
Harbour...and beat them down like dogs."
JR begins pointing at the camera as he continues to rant.
JR: "It makes me damn sick! Those bastards screwed Austin! Holding down the
Yellow Man?! What have we ever done to them?"
Mart: "Well, there was that small incident with the two atomic bombs...."
JR: "Oh don't try and justify that sickening assault on two US citizens by
bringing up the bomb! The bomb was nothing compared to what this so called
Gook World Order just did! That makes me sick! They screwed Austin! They
deserve to burn in hell! If they don't like America, why do they work here?
They're happy enough to cash their checks aren't they?"
Mart: "Jim, calm down. It was only a pointless comedy match..."
JR: "Well excuse me if I don't find anything funny about a bunch of gooks
screwing Steve Austin!"
Mart and JR fall into an uneasy silence.
Mart: "Well up nex..."
JR: "I'm sorry if I can't be objective, ladies and gentlemen. I can try to
be professional, but this makes me sick!"
Mart: "Up next...."
JR: "The way they screwed Austin! They should burn in Hell!"
Mart: "UP NEXT the Hardcore Title is on the line, as Sean O'Haire defends
against Triple H."

Hardcore Championship
Sean O'Haire © vs. Triple H
HHH's theme hits, and The Game walks out onto the ramp, bottle of Evian in
hand. He throws his head back and douses himself with water, before marching
down the aisle towards ringside.
Mart: "Here comes the challenger, Jim. Last time I was here, this guy was
headlining Pay Per Views! In theory he has to be the favourite going into
this one."
JR: "I'm not sure about that. Just because O'Haire is yet to prove himself
in a main event situation doesn't mean that he won't be able to hold his own
here tonight. These two are fairly evenly matched in terms of size and
strength, but Sean has the edge when it comes to speed and agility."
Mart: "And the Hardcore rules may well be to his advantage."
Helmsley climbs onto the ring apron and turns to face the fans. He takes a
sip of water, throws the bottle aside, and throws his arms wide open -
spraying the front row with a mixture of Evian and spittle. The Game steps
into the ring and begins pacing back and forth, awaiting the arrival of his
opponent. Sean O'Haire's music hits, and O'Haire makes his way out onto the
stage, his long leather coat trailing behind him, and the Hardcore Title
belt over his shoulder.
JR: "And now here comes the Champion, this young buck Sean O'Haire!"
O'Haire slowly walks down to the ring. He tosses the belt aside, pulls off
his coat, and slides into the ring. Sean charges at Triple H, and the pair
begin exchanging right hands.
Mart: "Going head-to-head in an all-out fist fight!"
HHH gains the advantage, staggering O'Haire and knocking him back into the
ropes. He grabs Sean's arm and whips him towards the opposite ropes, but the
Champion puts on the breaks, spinning under The Game's arm and pulling him
in to a kick to the gut. HHH bends down in pain, and O'Haire steps forwards,
swinging his knee up under Helmsley's chin and knocking him down to the mat.
JR: "Big ol' kneelift puts The Game down!"
O'Haire mounts Triple H, grabs his hair, and begins unloading with fists to
the face.
Mart: "The Champion trying to wear Trips down. He needs to take advantage of
this early edge and do some serious damage."
O'Haire stands up, pulling HHH up with him. He hits a knee to the gut,
knocking HHH back into the corner, before whipping him into the opposite
buckles and following up with a clothesline.
JR: "What impact! Triple H was crushed against the buckles there!"
HHH slides down the turnbuckles and lands in a sitting position in the
corner. O'Haire grabs the top rope for leverage and plants his foot against
Helmsley's throat, choking him.
Mart: "That's a blatant choke, but it's perfectly legal in this Hardcore
match."
O'Haire releases the hold and steps out of the ring. He drops down onto the
ringside mats, lifts up the apron, and begins searching under the ring.
JR: "I just hope there isn't any more petrol under there!"
Mart: "The canvas is already covered in it thanks to Regal!"
As O'Haire searches under the ring, Triple H rolls out onto the ring apron.
He stands up, looking down on O'Haire's back and legs sticking out from
under the ring.
JR: "Look out, Sean! Here comes The Game!"
HHH drops off the ring apron, driving his elbow into the small of Sean
O'Haire's back! Sean is flattened to the floor, as The Game scrambles up.
Mart: "That had to hurt! O'Haire couldn't have prepared himself for that,
his head was under the ring!"
Triple H lifts up the ring apron and reaches underneath. He pulls out a fire
extinguisher, which he raises high above his head.
JR: "Hunter's got a weapon! That fire extinguisher could do some serious
damage!"
Mart: "You're not wrong there, Jim, those things are heavy as!"
Hunter steps forwards, preparing to crush Sean with the fire extinguisher.
Suddenly, O'Haire moves around, scissoring HHH's leg and bringing him down
heavily on the ringside mats with a drop toehold! The fire extinguisher
clatters to the concrete.
JR: "O'Haire managed to save himself, and The Game came down hard!"
Sean gets up and leaps onto the ring apron. He backs away to the ringpost,
gesturing for HHH to get up.
Mart: "What does he have in mind here?"
Triple H stumbles to his feet, holding his nose with one hand.
Mart: "Looks like he landed right on his nose. Not that that's any
surprise..."
Sean O'Haire suddenly takes off, charging along the ring apron and leaping
through the air. He sails into HHH, blasting him with a flying clothesline!
JR: "What an amazing move! Flying clothesline from the ring apron!"
Sean O'Haire makes the cover. The referee hastily slides out to make the
count:
1...2...HHH gets a shoulder up!
Mart: "Tripper only just got his shoulder up there. That was a devastating
move by O'Haire!"
Sean grabs HHH's hair and drags him to his feet. He pulls him over to the
announce table, where he slams him down face-first onto the desk. O'Haire
leaves Triple H draped across the table and heads back over to the ring
apron, climbing up.
JR: "This has spilled out onto our table now. And O'Haire's going to fly
again!"
Sean leaps off the ring apron, looking for an axehandle on The Game. Triple
H dodges aside, however, and Sean crashes down chin-first onto the edge of
the announce table! He bounces back, staggering around to face HHH, who
lands a boot to the gut.
Mart: "That one didn't pay off. Sean O'Haire rattled his own brains."
HHH facelocks O'Haire and falls down to the mats, driving his face down hard
with a DDT!
JR: "DDT! Sean O'Haire planted with a DDT on the outside, right here in
front of us!"
Triple H rolls Sean over and makes the cover:
1...2...O'Haire gets a shoulder up!
Mart: "I thought that might end it, but somehow Sean O'Haire is still
conscious and able to get his shoulder up."
Helmsley gets to his feet, an annoyed expression on his face. He rolls Sean
onto the announce table and climbs up after him.
JR: "This doesn't look good! They're both on top of our table now!"
The Game drags O'Haire up, placing his head between his legs. He then hooks
up his arms, as the fans begin to buzz.
Mart: "Pedigree! Sean O'Haire's gonna eat the 'Gree - right through our
table!"
However, as HHH tries to leap into the air, Sean puts on the breaks,
blocking the move. He breaks his arms free and grabs the back of Triple H's
legs, tripping him up. Helmsley falls down on his back, as O'Haire hooks up
his legs.
JR: "Sean O'Haire counters....oh my!"
O'Haire suddenly falls backwards, hitting a Slingshot on Triple H! The Game
fires off the end of the announce table and sails over the retaining barrier
and into the crowd, levelling half a dozen fans and a security guard as he
plummets to the concrete!
Mart: "OH MY GOD! Triple H launched into the audience! BRINGING the
lawsuits!"
Sean O'Haire falls off the edge of the table to the concrete. He pulls
himself up and heads over to the retaining barrier.
JR: "I don't believe what I just saw. A slingshot right off the table into
the audience!"
O'Haire leans over the barrier, looking for Triple H. As he does so, a chair
suddenly swings through the air, crashing into Sean's head! O'Haire thuds to
the ringside mats, as Triple H stands up from behind the barrier, chair in
hand.
Mart: "Helmsley surprises the Champ with a thunderous chairshot! I guess
those fans broke his fall!"
The Game steps over the barrier and drops down next to Sean. He casts aside
the chair and makes the pin:
1...2...Sean's shoulder rises off the mats at the last moment!
JR: "I'm surprised Sean O'Haire is still in this. That chairshot caught him
completely unawares!"
HHH grabs Sean's hair and lifts him up. He pulls him over to the steel chair
and facelocks him.
Mart: "Another DDT, this time on the chair!"
Before Triple H can deliver the move, Sean O'Haire straightens up, lifting
him into the air. He steps forwards and places Hunter on the barricade,
sitting with one leg on either side.
JR: "The Game is now straddling that crowd barrier."
O'Haire picks up the chair and moves towards HHH. He suddenly throws the
chair forwards. Triple H's hands shoot out in surprise and he catches the
weapon, as Sean steps forwards and swings up his foot with a Superkick! The
kick connects with the seat of the chair, booting it back into Triple H's
face and knocking him off the barrier and back into the crowd.
Mart: "What a kick! Trips may be out cold!"
O'Haire turns around to face the ring. He pulls up the ring apron and
reaches underneath, sliding out a folding table.
JR: "O'Haire has a table now. I bet he's got something particularly
unpleasant in mind for Hunter now."
Sean slides the table into the ring and sets it up near the corner.
Meanwhile, Triple H staggers to his feet and topples over the barrier onto
the ringside mats.
Mart: "Tripper's up, but he doesn't look too healthy."
HHH slowly rolls back into the ring. He is met by Sean O'Haire, who pulls
him to his feet and lifts him up into a Fireman's Carry. O'Haire backs away,
positioning himself near to the table.
JR: "Widowmaker! Through the table!"
HHH suddenly breaks free and slides down O'Haire's back.
Mart: "Tripper counters!"
Triple H swings with a clothesline as Sean turns around, but O'Haire ducks
underneath and the follow-through leaves Hunter with his back to the table.
Sean catches him with a Superkick, knocking him backwards onto the table!
JR: "What a kick by O'Haire, and now Triple H is in a dangerous position!"
O'Haire steps between the ropes onto the ring apron and quickly climbs the
turnbuckles. He reaches the top rope and looks down on HHH lying across the
table. Sean stands up and leaps off, flipping through the air and crashing
onto Triple H, driving him through the table with a senton bomb!
Mart: "The Seanton Bomb through the table!"
The referee moves in to make the count, as Sean O'Haire lies motionless on
top of Triple H in the wreckage of the table:
1...2...3!!!
JR: "Sean O'Haire has done it! The Champion successfully defends, and that
is a huge win for O'Haire!"
The referee raises O'Haire's hand in the air, as he lies on top of HHH, and
the camera cuts away...

***Always one of the most eagerly anticipated....one of the most
EXCITING....THRILLING....SIGNIFICANT....Pay Per View events of the year!!!
This December, The Gr8 wwf Fed brings you...ARMAGGEDDON!!!***

...the camera returns to ringside.
Mart: "Armageddon, there. Certainly ranks among MY Top Twelve Pay Per Views
of the Gr8 Fed's calendar."
JR: "Well, Armageddon may come early tonight, because War Games is going to
be a brutal match. In fact it could well be Armageddon for the Gr8 Fed,
because eight...well, six...of the Fed's top names will be putting their
careers in jeopardy as they enter that demonic structure!"
Mart: "You mean we could wind up with almost the entire headline roster
crippled?"
JR: "It's certainly a possibility."
Mart: "Well, speaking of headline attractions, up next is Eddie Guerrero
against The Rock."
JR: "What's this match about again?"
Mart: "Search me. I think The Rock laughed at Eddie's hair."
JR: "BAH GAWD! I don't know if I've ever heard of a feud so intense!"
Mart: "Well Goldust vs. the Prayer Warriors was nearly there, but then it
got dropped to the pre-game show. Goldust got pinned with a Dropkick after
four minutes of what can loosely be described as action, by the way."

Standard Match
Eddie Guerrero vs. The Rock
The Rock's music hits, and 'The Great One' makes his way down the aisle. He
climbs into the ring and heads over to the turnbuckles, climbing to the
second rope and raising his arm in the air.
Mart: "The Rock, there."
The Rock steps down to the mat, as Eddie Guerrero's music hits.
JR: "Here comes Latino Heat!"
However, there is no sign of Guerrero. The Rock looks confused as he stares
down the rampway.
Mart: "Um...where's Eddie?"
The Rock turns to the referee, who shrugs his shoulders.
JR: "Well, it looks like Guerrero's pulled a no-show..."
Suddenly, Eddie Guerrero slides out from under the ring! He rolls in behind
The Rock and runs up behind him.
Mart: "There he is!"
Eddie hits a dropkick to the back of The Rock, sending him flying forwards
into the ropes! The Rock fires back, losing his balance as he staggers back
towards Eddie. Guerrero takes him down with a schoolboy rollup as the
opening bell rings. He catches a handful of The Rock's tights, pinning his
shoulders to the mat as the referee counts:
1...2...3!!! The Rock kicks out a moment too late.
JR: "What a cheapshot! Eddie Guerrero steals the win!"
Mart: " He must have been hiding under the ring all night!"
Eddie Guerrero leaps to his feet, a broad grin on his face. The visibly
disgusted referee raises his hand in the air.
JR: "The Rock was robbed!"
As Eddie celebrates, The Rock gets to his feet, fuming. He grabs Eddie's arm
and spins him around, before wrapping his arm around Guerrero's neck and
shoulders and planting him to the mat with the Rock Bottom!
Mart: "Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom on Guerrero!"
The Rock gets up and moves around to Eddie's head. He slowly peels off his
elbow pad and hurls it out to the fans.
JR: "Oh my...."
The Rock bounces off the ropes, fires back, and hits the People's Elbow on
Guerrero!
Mart: "The most electrifying move in sports entertainment!"
JR: "The Rock gets some revenge there, but he still won't be pleased with
what went down here tonight!"
The Rock stands over Guerrero, as the camera cuts to Mart and George at
ringside...

Mart: "Well, coming up next is our semi-final. Steve Blackman defends his
Intercontinental Title against two men...in a Ladder Match!"
JR: "That's right. Things don't look too good for Steve, it must be said.
He's going to be facing both Christian and Chris Nowinski."

The camera pans to the roof of the arena, where the Intercontinental Title
belt is already suspended from the ceiling, hanging under the War Games
cage.

Mart: "That's what it's all about, JR..."
Christopher Nowinski's music hits over the PA, to the boos of the fans...

Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Ladder Match
Steve Blackman © vs. Christopher Nowinski vs. Christian
Nowinski walks out onto the stage, a broad grin on his face. Tucked under
his arm are a pair of hefty books.
JR: "Looks like Chris has brought some reading material with him."
Mart: "I sure wish I had a good book with me. I'd probably be glad of it
when Steve 'Excitement' Blackman gets out here..."
JR: "Leave Blackman alone. What are those book anyway? The Encyclopaedia of
Ladders?"
Nowinski reaches ringside. He deposits his books on the announce table and
rolls inside. Meanwhile, Christian's music hits over the PA.
Mart: "Here comes Christian! A true legend of the Gr8 Fed!"
Christian walks out onto the stage amidst a shower of pyro, and a round of
boos from the fans. He holds his arms open as he makes his way down the
aisle and rolls into the ring. Christian and Nowinski exchange suspicious
glances, as they await the arrival of the champion. Blackman's music hits,
and Steve makes his entrance, brandishing a Kendo stick. Steve pauses as he
reaches the end of the ramp, gesturing towards the two ladders lying in the
aisle.
JR: "The object of this match is to use those ladders to grab the Title
belt - whoever pulls the strap down is the winner."
Blackman slides into the ring and the bell rings. Christian charges at
Steve, but is caught with a Kendo stick shot to the ribs, flipping him
through the air. He crashes down to the mat, and Steve turns his attention
to Nowinski. Blackman runs towards Chris, but he dives to the mat and rolls
out of the ring under the bottom rope.
JR: "Nowinski is running like a scalded dog!"
Mart: "Well be fair Jim, Blackman has got a bloody great stick in his
hands!"
Blackman leans over the ropes, pointing at Chris with the weapon. As he does
so, Christian comes from behind, hitting him across the back with a forearm.
This causes Steve to drop the stick over the top rope to the outside, as
Christian turns him around and begins to lay in with right hands.
Mart: "Blackman needs to watch his back. Every man for himself, remember!"
On the outside, Chris Nowinski heads over to the announce table. He pulls up
a chair next to Mart and sits down, before reaching over and picking up one
of his books. Chris opens the volume up and starts reading.
JR: "Uh...what exactly are you doing there, Mr. Nowinski?"
Christopher looks up.
Mart: "He's reading, Jim!"
Nowinski: "Well it looks like these two have got things under control. I
don't see any reason to get involved - after all, nobody's going to get the
belt just yet, are they?"
JR: "So you thought you'd sit down and have a quiet read?"
Nowinski: "Exactly."
Mart: "An admirable strategy, if I may say so!"
In the ring, Christian whips Blackman into the turnbuckles and charges in
after him. Steve gets his feet up, however, and catches Christian in the
face. As Christian hits the canvas, Steve drops down onto the second rope
and leaps off, hitting a flying elbowdrop to the chest.
JR: "Some impressive offence from the Champion here!"
Blackman grabs Christian's hair and pulls him to his feet. He holds him at
arm's length with one hand, before spinning around and hitting a knife-edge
chop to the throat.
Mart: "Backspin chop by Blackman!"
Christian drops to his knees, holding his throat. He falls forwards, his
neck draped across the middle rope. Steve backs away to the opposite
strands, bounces off, and charges towards Christian.
Mart: "Good book, Chris?"
Nowinski: "Mhm. 'War and Peace'."
JR: "War and Peace indeed!"
Mart: "What's up with you, Jimbo?"
JR: "I can't believe the lack of respect this kid is showing the Title and
the other competitors in this match!"
Mart: "Ignore him Chris. He's just jealous 'cos they haven't invented
reading yet in Oklahoma."
Blackman fires back towards Christian, who suddenly turns around and sees
him coming. Christian reaches up and grabs hold of the top rope, pulling it
down as Steve hurtles towards him. Blackman's momentum carries him straight
over the top rope, and he tumbles to the ringside mats.
JR: "Christian turns things around! Steve Blackman is out of the game, at
least for now!"
Christian slowly gets to his feet. He looks around and sees Nowinski at the
announce table.
Mart: "Look out, Chris!"
Christian slides out of the ring and advances towards Nowinski, who fires up
out of his seat and sprints around the corner of the ring. Christian pursues
him, and the pair begin to run around the ring.
JR: "Christopher Nowinski is again running like a scalded dog!"
Mart: "Don't talk rubbish, Jim, he's just getting in Christian's head."
As Nowinski and Christian race around the ringside area, Steve Blackman
pushes himself up. Nowinski turns the corner and sprints towards Blackman,
dodging around him. As Christian reaches Steve, however, Blackman jumps into
the air and blasts him with a Pump Kick, knocking him down hard to the
ringside mats!
JR: "Nowinski with a lucky escape there, luring Christian into that damaging
kick from Blackman!"
Mart: "The back of Christian's head bounced hard off those thin mats!"
Chris Nowinski skulks around the ring, keeping out of sight, and returns to
the announce table. He sits back down next to Mart, and lifts up his copy of
'War and Peace'.
JR: "I do not believe this!"
Mart: "Nice one, Chris!"
Meanwhile, Steve Blackman heads off towards the entranceway. He picks up one
of the two ladders propped up in the aisle, and carries it back down towards
the ring.
JR: "Steve's going for the ladder. If he can use that to get the belt, this
match will be over!"
Blackman slides the ladder into the ring, and follows it. He stands the
ladder up in the center of the ring, before unfolding it.
Mart: "Chris! Aren't you going to stop him?"
Nowinski casually gestures towards Christian, who is pulling himself up at
ringside. Christian slowly staggers over to the ring and pulls himself in
under the bottom rope.
JR: "Christian is up. I'm surprised that pump kick on the outside didn't
keep him down for longer."
Blackman turns away from the ladder and heads towards Christian. He pulls
him to his feet, before knocking him back into the ropes with a forearm.
Steve then grabs Christian's arm and Irish whips him towards the ladder.
Christian reverses the move, however, sending Steve cascading towards the
steel. At the last moment, Blackman leaps into the air and lands on the
fourth rung of the ladder. He then leaps off, twisting around and hitting a
clothesline on Christian!
JR: "Cat-like agility from the Champion! What an amazing athletic move."
Blackman grabs the top rope and plants his foot against Christian's body,
sliding him out of the ring under the ropes. Meanwhile, Christopher Nowinski
again gets up. He rolls into the ring and sneaks up behind Blackman.
JR: "What's Nowinski doing now?"
As Blackman deposits Christian to the outside, Chris runs up behind him and
hits a dropkick, sending him sprawling between the ropes and out of the
ring!
JR: "What a cheapshot!"
Mart: "What a genius!"
Nowinski jumps to his feet and rushes over to the ladder. He quickly begins
climbing.
Mart: "Nowinski waited for the right moment and then he pounced! "
As Chris Nowinski makes his way up the ladder, Christian and Steve Blackman
scramble to their feet on the outside and dart back inside.
JR: "Blackman and Christian rushing to stop Nowinski..."
Christian and Blackman each grab one of Chris' feet and pull down, wrenching
him off the ladder! Nowinski plummets down to the mat, cracking his face on
one of the rungs of the ladder on the way down!
JR: "Chris' plan didn't quite pay off!"
Nowinski lands on his feet, and the force of the fall causes him to stumble
backwards into the ropes. Blackman and Christian run towards him. They both
connect with simultaneous clotheslines, lifting Chris up and over the top
rope! As Nowinski tumbles to ringside, his opponents yell abuse at him over
the ropes.
Mart: "That's no way to treat a Harvard graduate!"
JR: "Christopher Nowinski was just deposited out of the ring, and for the
time being at least, out of this match!"
As Blackman continues to berate Nowinski, Christian suddenly realises that
the ladder is unattended. He turns around and quickly heads over to it and
begins climbing.
JR: "Christian trying for the belt while Blackman is distracted!"
Christian nears the top of the ladder and begins reaching up to grab the
belt as he mounts the last few rungs. Lying sprawled on the outside, Chris
Nowinski points towards Christian and yells at Blackman.
Mart: "Chris is trying to draw Steve's attention to Christian."
JR: "Turn around Steve!"
Blackman glances behind him and sees Christian. He runs over and begins
climbing the ladder behind him. As Christian is about to grab hold of the
strap, Steve reaches up and catches him with a forearm across the back.
JR: "Blackman catches up with Christian. But he needs to get him down off
the ladder..."
Blackman grabs hold of Christian's head, wrapping one arm around his neck.
He then turns around to face out towards the crowd.
Mart: "This looks dangerous...."
Blackman leaps off the rungs of the ladder, wrenching Christian off with him
and bringing him crashing down to the canvas with a neckbreaker!
JR: "Neckbreaker off the ladder! What a devastating fall! That had to take a
lot out of both Blackman and Christian!"
On the outside, Chris Nowinski crawls over to the announce table and pulls
himself up. He flops back down in his seat, breathing heavily.
JR: "Had enough already, Chris?"
Mart: "Leave him alone, Jim. He's just being smart and letting the other two
beat each other down."
In the ring, Steve Blackman slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. He
grabs Christian by his hair and pulls him up, before shoving him back into
the corner. Steve then heads over to the ladder and snaps it shut.
JR: "It looks like Blackman 's going to use that steel ladder as on
offensive weapon."
Blackman turns the ladder sideways and wedges it between the ropes, pushing
the edge against Christian's ribs and trapping him in the corner.
Mart: "Setting up for something, though I've no idea what..."
Steve backs away a few steps, before running forwards and hitting a jumping
front kick to the edge of the ladder, driving it forwards hard into
Christian's chest!
JR: "Ooh! The edge of that ladder caught Christian right in the ribs! That
may have busted him up inside!"
Christian's upper body flops forwards, leaving him bent over the ladder.
Blackman heads out onto the ring apron and makes his way over to the corner
where Christian is propped up. He climbs to the top rope and stands looking
down on Christian's back.
Mart: "What on earth does he have in mind here....?"
Blackman leaps off the top rope and comes crashing down with a double-foot
stomp to the small of Christian's back, crushing him against the steel
rungs! Steve topples off of Christian's back and falls forwards to the mat.
The ladder slides out of the corner enough for Christian to fall backwards
and slump down into a sitting position in the corner.
JR: "Something had to give, there. Christian was sandwiched between the
force of Blackman's weight coming crashing down on his back, and the steel
ladder!"
Mart: "That had to mash up his insides, Jim."
Blackman gets up and grabs hold of the ladder, pulling it out from between
the ropes. He carries it over to the opposite corner and props it up against
the turnbuckles. Steve then heads back over to Christian and drags him up.
JR: "It looks like Blackman has more offence in mind here."
Mart: "Things are looking bad for Christian - you may have to get back in
there in a minute, Chris!"
Blackman throws Christian into the corner, pushing his back up against the
ladder. He then backs away into the opposite corner, raising one arm in the
air.
Mart: "Steve signalling that he's going to finish Christian off..."
Steve Blackman runs out of the corner, charging towards Christian. He leaps
into the air and aims a front kick at Christian's chest, but he dodges out
of the way! Blackman's foot flies into the ladder, and his leg becomes
tangled in the rungs. Meanwhile, Christian falls down to the mat, exhausted.
JR: "Christian just had enough left to move out of the way, and now Blackman
is trapped in the ladder!"
As Blackman stands on one foot, struggling to pull his other leg out of the
ladder, Chris Nowinski gets up on the outside. He folds up his chair, and
slides back into the ring.
JR: "Oh, now Nowinski thinks it's safe to go back in there - with a chair!"
Chris heads over to Blackman. He swings the chair, slamming it hard into
Steve's back.
Mart: "What a shot! Way to go, Christopher!"
Blackman falls backwards, causing him to lose his balance and be left
dangling upside down from the leg wedged in the rungs of the ladder.
JR: "Blackman is now hanging in a Tree-of-Woe-like position. He's trapped!"
Mart: "But Chris will have to free him if he wants to use that ladder."
Nowinski turns his attention to Christian, who is pulling himself up using
the ropes. He raises the chair high above his head and brings it crashing
down across the small of Christian's back!
JR: "A sickening chairshot, right to the back of Christian."
Mart: "And remember the damage Christian's back and ribs took earlier at the
hands, or rather feet, of Blackman."
Nowinski casts aside the chair and rolls out of the ring. He makes his way
towards the entranceway and picks up the other ladder.
JR: "Chris goes for that second ladder, and he may have this match in the
bag here."
Nowinski slides the ladder into the ring and climbs in after it, a confident
smile on his face. He picks the ladder up and places it in the center of the
ring.
Mart: "Come on, Chris! Get the belt! Make Harvard proud!"
JR: "Oh, I'm sure Harvard are just bursting with pride that one of their
graduates went on to become a professional wrestler - and a cheater at
that!"
Mart: "Slander! Chris isn't a cheater! You'll regret saying that when the
lawyers come calling, Jimbo, you great slanderous rotund cowboy
impersonator!"
Nowinski begins climbing the ladder and makes swift progress, quickly
nearing the top.
Mart: "The championship belt is nearly within Christopher's grasp, JR! This
is a great moment!"
Suddenly, Christian pushes himself up onto his knees. He sees Nowinski and
scrambles over to the discarded steel chair.
JR: "Christian heading for the chair, but it may be too late to stop
Nowinski...."
Christian sits up on his knees and hurls the chair with all his strength,
sending it flying into the side of Chris' arm, leg and body! Nowinski loses
his balance and begins floundering his limbs, before plummeting from the top
of the ladder! He lands with his mid-section over the top rope and bounces
off, to the outside of the ring.
Mart: "No! Chris was robbed! Ah, what the hell....GO CHRISTIAN! Get the
belt!"
JR: "I thought you were supporting Chris?"
Mart: "Meh. I don't really mind as long as Blackman doesn't win."
Christian crawls over to the ladder and slowly begins pulling himself up the
rungs. In the corner, Steve Blackman seems to regain his senses and begins
desperately trying to pull his leg free, as he dangles upside down from the
other ladder.
JR: "Christian has this one won, it would seem."
Blackman begins violently kicking at the ladder with his free leg, and it
slides out of the corner and falls down to the mat. He sits up and pulls his
leg free.
Mart: "Aw no..."
JR: "Blackman frees himself, but he's got a race on his hands if he wants to
stop Christian..."
As Christian desperately snatches at the dangling belt, Steve drags the
other ladder up. He staggers over to the middle of the ring, holding the
folded ladder. Blackman throws the ladder forwards, slamming it into
Christian's back and crushing him between the two ladders! Christian limply
falls forwards, draping himself over the top of the ladder.
Mart: "Blackman saves his title just in time."
Steve unfolds his ladder and sets it up near to Christian's. He then begins
climbing up next to Christian.
JR: "Steve is heading up for the belt now..."
Chris Nowinski suddenly reappears, rolling into the ring with an empty trash
can. He runs over to Christian's ladder and begins climbing with one hand,
as he holds the trash can in the other. Meanwhile, Blackman nears the top of
the ladder, and Christian looks up and begins to shake off the cobwebs.
Mart: "All three men racing for the belt now!"
Nowinski and Blackman reach the top at roughly the same time. As Christian
reaches up with both arms to grab the belt, Chris lifts up the trash can and
places it over his head and arms!
JR: "Christian's upper body is encased in that trash can - and he's standing
on the top rung of a ladder! I can't imagine a more dangerous situation! He
can't see a thing!"
Steve Blackman suddenly leaps off his ladder, jumping towards Christian. He
lashes out with a flying front kick to the garbage can, knocking Christian
off the ladder and sending him plummeting to the canvas with his body
trapped inside the steel can! Steve's arms shoot out and he grabs hold of
the ladder, causing it to wobble precariously as he pulls himself up onto
it.
Mart: "OH MY GAWD!"
JR: "Christian has been broken in half!"
Mart: "Blackman leapt from one ladder to the other to catch Christian with
that kick - and then he managed to hold on and pull himself onto the ladder
in Christian's place!"
JR: "Now Nowinski and Blackman are on the same ladder...."
Both Steve and Chris quickly reach the top. They begin exchanging hesitant
blows, as the ladder wobbles underneath them.
Mart: "Any moment somebody's career could end, here!"
Chris suddenly reaches under Blackman's arms and traps him in a double
underhook position.
JR: "Nowinski now has a double underhook applied on the top of the
ladder....!"
Chris lifts Steve into the air, pulling him off the top rung of the ladder.
He then falls sideways, twisting Blackman around as he does so. The pair
fall to the mat, Blackman landing flat on his back and Nowinski landing on
top of him!
Mart: "What a move! Nowinski using a version of his underhook neckbreaker
from the top of the ladder! And notice how he comes crashing down on top of
Blackman - not only using him to break his fall, but also doing extra damage
to Steve!"
JR: "Despite that, Chris is still motionless. As are Blackman and
Christian...well, what we can see of Christian."
Nowinski slowly flops off of Blackman and rolls over onto his back,
breathing heavily and looking up at the belt. Blackman lies sprawled
awkwardly near to the ropes, his eyes closed. Meanwhile, Christian's legs
begin to twitch slightly as he lies encased from the waist up in a trash
can, with a dent roughly the size of Steve Blackman's foot in the middle of
it.
Mart: "Widespread devastation here, Jim, much like we're expecting from War
Games later on."
JR: "Indeed. This will go down as a night of brutal, chaotic matches."
Chris Nowinski rolls back onto his front and slowly pushes himself up, a
glazed expression on his face. He grabs Blackman's hair and pulls him up,
dragging him over to Christian, who is still trapped in the garbage can.
Chris bends Blackman down and again underhooks his arms.
Mart: "Nowinski looking for the underhook again...."
Chris lifts Blackman up and spins him around in front of him. He then falls
forwards, bringing Steve's back crashing down onto the garbage can which
Christian is inside! The can crumples under Blackman's weight, as
Christian's legs violently kick at the air.
JR: "What a smart move by Chris Nowinski! That had to finish off both his
opponents!"
Mart: "Blackman's head and back bounced off that steel can hard - and in the
process Christian's face and upper body were crushed into the steel under
Steve's weight!"
JR: "And he couldn't even see it coming!"
Nowinski scrambles over to the ladder and begins climbing.
Mart: "Now, surely, Nowinski has this one in the bag!"
Chris quickly climbs the ladder. He reaches the top and claws at the title
belt, trying to pull it down.
JR: "Nowinski is the Champion....no, wait...I don't think he can pull it
free!"
Chris begins to lose his balance. He lets go of the belt and steps over the
ladder, straddling the top as he again reaches up and grabs hold of the belt
with both hands.
Mart: "I think Nowinski is having trouble pulling the belt free. He can't
quite reach to get a good grip on it."
Chris lets go of the belt, an exasperated expression on his face. He looks
across at the other ladder and seems to have a flash of inspiration. Chris
begins quickly climbing back down the ladder.
JR: "What's he doing here?"
Mart: "I think Chris has got an idea..."
JR: "Well he'd better hurry up, because he may not have much time here."
Mart: "I can't see Steve or Christian getting up any time soon."
Nowinski drops down to the mat and slides out of the ring. He reaches under
the ring and pulls out a folding table, which he slides into the ring.
JR: "What does he need that for?"
Nowinski climbs into the ring and drags the table over to the ladders. He
begins climbing backwards up the ladder in the middle of the ring, dragging
the table up after him.
Mart: "He's taking that table up there...?!"
Chris reaches the top half of the ladder. He unfolds one of the table legs,
lifts it up, and drops the edge of the table down onto the top of the other
ladder. He then grabs hold of the other end of the table, unfolds the leg,
and places it's edge on top of the ladder he is climbing.
Mart: "He's making a platform! So he can get a better grip on the belt!"
Christian suddenly slides out of the garbage can, leaving Blackman lying on
it's crumpled remains. He staggers over to the ladder Nowinski is climbing.
JR: "Here comes Christian!"
Mart: "Amazing resilience to have shaken off the effects of those two heavy
blows inside the garbage can."
Christian climbs up the ladder after Nowinski. He reaches up and hooks his
arm around Chris' head from behind. Christian twists Christopher around,
turning them both sideways.
JR: "Oh my...."
Christian falls off the ladder, taking Nowinski with him and planting him to
the canvas with a reverse DDT!
Mart: "Unbe-bloody-leiivable! Christian scores with his patented reverse
DDT, from halfway up that ladder!"
All three men lie motionless. Eventually, Christian and Blackman both begin
to move. They get to their feet and stagger over to the two ladders,
beginning to climb at the same time.
JR: "There's a race for the belt now between Christian and Blackman."
Christian and Blackman both make slow progress, but eventually they reach
the top. At roughly the same time, they slide onto the table propped up
between the ladders.
Mart: "It looks like that table Nowinski put up there will come into play
now...but it can't be very safe."
Blackman and Christian cautiously stand up on opposite sides of the table
suspended between the two ladders. Dangling in the air between them is the
IC Title belt, a few feet above the table. The two slowly inch towards the
championship belt.
JR: "Who's going to get to the title first....?"
The two men meet in the middle of the table. They begin exchanging right
hands.
Mart: "This is so dangerous..."
Meanwhile, on the mat below, Chris Nowinski begins to move. He crawls over
to the ropes and slowly begins to pull himself up.
JR: "Nowinski's back in this, but it may be too late...."
Blackman suddenly swings for Christian with a big clothesline, which
Christian ducks. He then grabs Blackman from behind on the follow-through,
lifting him into the air in a back suplex position...
Mart: "Oh my God...."
Suddenly, the table buckles under the strain of Blackman and Christian's
weight! It snaps clean in half, sending them both plummeting to the canvas
below! Blackman lands on top of Christian, closely followed by the broken
remains of the table.
JR: "The table couldn't stand up to their weight in such a concentrated
area! What a hellacious fall!"
Mart: "You have to believe Christian was about to hurl Blackman off that
table and grab the belt, but fate worked against him there."
JR: "Hang on...look at Nowinski!"
Chris Nowinski stumbles over to the ladder nearest the middle of the ring
and begins frantically climbing.
JR: "I don't believe this! Christian and Blackman are completely out of it!
Nowinski has a free run at the belt!"
Christopher reaches the top of the ladder and reaches out with both hands,
greedily grasping the title belt and tugging it free!
JR: "No!"
Mart: "Nowinski is triumphant! What a glorious victory for the pride of
Harvard!"
JR: "Christopher Nowinski has just fluked his way to the Intercontinental
Championship!"
Nowinski slowly climbs down the ladder, holding the belt aloft it one hand,
as his music hits over the PA. The camera flicks between Chris' descent and
the wreckage in the middle of the ring.
Mart: "Fluke? That was pure skill, JR!"
JR: "Whatever..."
The camera closes in on Nowinski's moronic grin, as it fades to black...

....***A video package is shown, beginning with Rhyno's return at KOTR as
the Commissioner, through Gr8-Scott losing his position as President and his
eventual return, and the formation of his allegiances with RVD and Booker T,
culminating in the announcement of the two teams for the War Games main
event, and the various injuries inflicted on the members of Squad
Shamrock***....

Mart: "Up next fans....perhaps the most dangerous match the Gr8 Fed has
sanctioned for years - War Games! Two teams of four men will enter a
Hell-in-a-Cell-like construction. There will be no countouts or
disqualifications. The match will continue until all members of one team has
been eliminated."
JR: "But let's not forget, one team has an advantage, because participants
enter at two minute intervals - meaning the team who enter first get a
two-on-one, then three-on-two, and so on, advantage. Until the next member
of the other team enters."
Mart: "Well explained, Jim."
JR: "Frankly, anything could happen. I just hope Scott gets what he
deserves!"
The camera returns to the ring, which is now surrounded by the War Games
cage.
Mart: "Of course, tonight's match differs slightly from the traditional War
Games formula, as it will be fought inside a single ring surrounded by the
cell."
JR: "....indeed."

WAR GAMES
Team Scott vs. Squad Shamrock
Gr8-Scott's music hits over the PA, and the fans boo wildly. The President
steps out onto the ramp, smiling broadly. He shuffles down the ramp, firing
weak-looking martial arts kicks into the air.
JR: "The first entrant is going to be Gr8-Scott, it seems. Look at this
jackass..."
Mart: "Shush, Jim, or he'll have you fired. Scott's a hero! This is the man
who single handedly dragged the Gr8 wwf Fed to the top of the industry! The
man who fought off direct competition and invasion from not only the SDFL,
but also the dreaded No Mercy, and about four dozen incarnations of the
nWo..."
JR: "Well I'm not sure Scott can be credited with all that...."
Mart: "Tell me this, Jim - who pinned Ollie with a Moonsault? Eh? Was it
YOU?"
JR: "Well no...."
Mart: "No, because you're a big fat cowboy who couldn't pull off a Moonsault
if he was paid a million dollars for it. THE RED FACTION!"
JR: "Excuse me?"
Mart: "Scott fought them off, as well! Single handedly."
Gr8-Scott reaches the cage. He opens the cell door and steps inside, then
makes his way to the ring, climbs the steps, and steps between the ropes
into the ring. Scott then walks over to the opposite corner and climbs to
the second rope, raising his arms in the air to the boos of the fans.
Mart: "Ungrateful buggers...."
Suddenly, a collective groan of distress goes up from the fans, as 'Nothin's
Gonna Stand In Our Way!' blasts out across the PA at deafening volume! Ollie
pushes through the curtain, dressed in a pair of brown trousers and a suit
jacket, under which he wears a faded SDFL T-shirt.
Mart: "Never let it be said that Ollie lives on past glories. Or has poor
dress sense."
JR: "I can't say I think much to his taste in music either. But despite
that, it seems that Ollie will be the first entrant for Squad Shamrock."
Mart: "Which means we get to watch two minutes of action between two
non-wrestlers!"
Ollie waddles down to the ring, pointing towards Scott and wiggling his
sausage-like finger in a threatening manner.
JR: "Ollie seems to have put on a little weight since he was last on Gr8 Fed
television..."
Mart: "It does look like he's been tucking in, yes."
The somewhat girthful Ollie continues his journey to the bottom of the ramp.
He enters the cell and climbs up the steps and into the ring.
JR: "Ollie is a very dislikable person, it must be said, and the fans seem
somewhat hesitant to get behind him."
Mart: "It bewilders me that Shamrock didn't hire someone useful instead of
this tubby relic..."
Ollie removes his spectacles. He then advances towards Scott, with his fists
clenched and fire in his eyes!
JR: "Ollie's going to get some revenge on Scott for putting his company out
of business!"
Mart: "To be fair, if Scott hadn't done it then WME would have..."
A smile suddenly spreads across Gr8-Scott's face. He points towards the
ramp, where A-Train and Mankind have appeared and are heading towards the
ring.
JR: "What...Albert and Mick Foley! Rhyno's goons! What are they doing here!"
Mart: "They're coming to kick Ollie's ass would be my guess."
Ollie turns around and sees the advancing pair of big ol' hosses.
JR: "This is unfair..."
The referee positioned by the cell door rushes off up the ramp, gesturing
for A-Train and Mankind to leave. However, A-Train suddenly charges
forwards, ploughing him down on the steel rampway!
Mart: "A-Train ran the referee over!"
JR: "There's nobody to stop this turning into a three-on-one lynching of
Ollie!"
Ollie turns back to face Scott...with a big grin on his face! Scott looks
surprised.
Mart: "What's Ollie got to smile about?"
Mankind and A-Train reach the bottom of the ramp. Suddenly, two figures leap
over the guard rail and rush towards them.
Mart: "Wha...!"
JR: "That's...that's....that's Matt Rule! And Simon Templeman! The generic
former SDFL executives! I thought they'd be working in McDonald's or
something!"
Matt and Simon begin exchanging blows with A-Train and Mankind, causing them
to back away up the ramp!
JR: "This is amazing! Matt and Simon are holding their own against those two
big ol' hosses! Ollie must have expected something like this from Scott and
brought some back-up!"
Mart: "Come on, Train! Run them over!"
As the four lackeys brawl off up the aisle, and eventually disappear,
Gr8-Scott gazes after them, angrily yelling. Meanwhile, Ollie stands behind
him, smiling. Ollie begins winding his arm up, spinning it faster and
faster.
JR: "Ollie's winding up to give Scott and a big ol' knuckle sandwhich!"
Scott turns around and walks into a hefty punch to the mouth from Ollie! He
staggers back into the ropes, holding his cheek.
Mart: "That was pitiful!"
JR: "It was a Tyson-like blow!"
Scott suddenly charges back towards Ollie. He swings his boot, catching him
with a shinkick to the gut, which wobbles.
JR: "Scott fires back with those feet - educated in the martial art of
Backyard Karate!"
Scott unloads with a series of kicks to the legs and midsection of Ollie,
but the tubby ex-promoter stands his ground, chuckling at Scott's
ineffectual offence.
JR: "Ollie's just too big! He has plenty of padding to deflect these blows!
Ollie has clearly been sticking to a strict diet of cake since the SDFL's
demise, and it's paying off here!"
Gr8-Scott backs away to the ropes, bounces back, and fires towards Ollie. He
ploughs into him at waist height, attempting to bring him down with a Spear.
However, Ollie ignores the blow, and Scott falls flat on his face, his arms
flailing uselessly at Ollie's legs.
JR: "Ollie counters the Spear!"
Mart: "This is....shit."
Scott hits the mat, and Ollie quickly capitalises. He moves to the side and
jumps a foot into the air, before falling forwards and landing across
Scott's back with a Big Splash!
JR: "Ollie crushes the life out of Scott! The size difference is just too
much for the President to cope with! Ollie has well and truly turned the
tables on his nemesis!"
Mart: "I'm telling you, Jim, one Moonsault and tubby will be on the way back
to the dole queue, where bankrupt failures belong!"
Ollie struggles to his feet. He pulls off his jacket and hurls it at Scott,
before wildly gesturing for the president to get to his feet, to the cheers
of the fans!
JR: "Ollie is driving the fans wild!"
Mart: "He's driving me to nausea."
Gr8-Scott staggers to his feet, holding his back. He stumbles into the
corner, propping himself up against the turnbuckles.
JR: "Scott's clearly feeling the effects of that splash!"
Ollie follows Scott into the corner, doing something which could loosely be
described as 'running'.
JR: "This big hoss Ollie is about to again use his size advantage to
devastating effect..."
Mart: "I can't believe you're trying to use the fact that Ollie has let
himself go as a positive."
Gr8-Scott suddenly comes out of the corner, bringing his foot up into
Ollie's face with a Superkick! Ollie's legs give way and he falls on his
backside, holding his chin and grunting in pain.
Mart: "Gr8-Scott scores with the most graceful Superkick you're ever likely
to see...:"
Scott looks out at the fans, the confident smile back on his face. He lies
down next to Ollie and drapes one arm over his chest, raising the other in
the air to count along with the referee:
1...2...Ollie shoves Scott off!!!
JR: "No! Ollie isn't finished yet!"
Ollie crawls over to the ropes and drags his bulky frame up. Meanwhile Scott
gapes at the referee in disbelief.
JR: "Did he seriously think that kick would keep down a four year old child,
let alone a grown man?"
Mart: "Jim, it was a devastatingly precise martial arts technique....! Scott
has pinned such accomplished athletes as TimmAY with that move!"
Scott gets up and heads over to Ollie. He steps back, before launching his
foot up with another attempted Superkick. This time, however, Ollie catches
his foot! Scott hops up and down on one foot, a look of shock on his face.
JR: "Oh! Scott's in trouble now!"
Ollie throws Scott's foot aside, and at the same time swings with a
ponderous right hand to the chest! The force of this blow staggers Scott,
driving him back into the turnbuckles. Ollie follows up, lumbering into the
corner and using his considerable mass to squash Gr8-Scott with an
Avalanche!
JR: "Shades of King Kong Bundy!"
Scott slumps down in the corner, his arms folded across his chest and a
grimace of pain on his face. A big grin spreads across Ollie's face, as he
looks out at the fans. He turns around so that Scott comes face-to-face with
his backside.
Mart: "Oh no...."
JR: "Yes! Give that pathetic boil on the posterior of life exactly what he
deserves!"
With slightly worrying over-enthusiasm, Ollie grabs his belt in both hands
and unbuckles it, before tearing it from the waistband of his trousers. He
throws it aside, before unzipping his flies and firmly gripping his trousers
in both hands.
Mart: "Please God no..."
In one swift motion, Ollie pulls his trousers down to his ankles, revealing
a grubby and frayed pair of Y-fronts. He then backs towards Scott, slapping
his buttocks with both hands.
JR: "Scott's about to get a taste, Mart!"
Mart: :I know, Jim. I know. I'm already traumatised enough, without you
giving me a play-by-play account of proceedings."
Ollie's backside comes within inches of Scott's face. Suddenly, he pauses.
He looks up at the fans, a grin on his face. He slowly reaches behind
himself and grabs hold of his underwear.
Mart: "Oh God...."
Ollie slowly peels down the back of his Y-fronts, revealing his pasty,
dimpled backside.
Mart: "Somebody stop this...."
JR: "That's it, Ollie! Way to go, son!"
Mart: "You can't seriously be enjoying thi....OH MY GOD!"
Ollie suddenly thrusts his ass backwards, driving it forcefully into Scott's
face! The fans erupt with a mixture of cheers and disgusted groans, as Ollie
wiggles his rear.
JR: "Hahaha! Scott gets a taste of Ollie's ass!"
Mart: "That is FOUL!"
JR: "It's hilarious! Look at that! His nose has completely disappeared!"
Mart: "You disgust me!"
JR: "Ollie should call this move the Brown Nose!!! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Ollie steps out of the corner, a broad grin on his face. Meanwhile, Scott
sits in the corner, staring blankly into space, a look of sheer terror on
his face.
JR: "Ha ha ha ha!"
Mart: "Stop laughing, Jim! Our President is traumatised!"
As Ollie stands with his trousers around his ankles, his backside exposed,
and an idiotic grin on his face, Rhyno's music suddenly blasts out across
the arena!
JR: "Oh no!"
Mart: "Here comes the next entrant....RHYNO! Who's laughing now! Team Scott
must have won the coin toss for the advantage, and that means it's
two-on-one!"
Rhyno charges through the curtain and comes tearing down the ramp, as Ollie
desperately waddles towards the ropes, trying to get out of the ring, with
his trousers still around his ankles. Rhyno reaches the bottom of the ramp
and tears the door of the cell open. He charges inside and dives into the
ring.
Mart: "Kill him! KILL HIM!"
Ollie tries to dive between the ropes, but Rhyno catches hold of the back of
his Y-fronts and drags him back into the ring. He spins him around, and the
two stand face-to-face.
Mart: "Rhyno squaring up to his ex-boss...."
The Commissioner suddenly grabs hold of Ollie's SDFL T-shirt with one hand
and tears it from his chest - leaving Ollie standing completely naked from
the waist up, with his trousers around his ankles and his ass hanging out.
Mart: "What a revolting sight...."
Ollie begins to visible shake with fear. Meanwhile, Gr8-Scott continues to
sit in the corner, staring traumatised into space. Rhyno raises his hand in
the air and wings it down, delivering a forceful open-handed slap to the
belly of Ollie. Ollie wobbles. A lot. Ollie's gut continues wobbling for
around ten seconds, as Rhyno stands in front of him, watching with interest.
Mart: "Rhyno...wobbled Ollie's belly."
JR: "Rhyno's nothing but a bully. He's trying to humiliate Ollie like Ollie
humiliated Scott."
Rhyno slowly backs away from Ollie. He drops into a crouch, and a look of
panic spreads across the paunchy promoter's face as he realises what Rhyno
has in mind. Rhyno charges towards Ollie, as he stands with his trousers
around his ankles, and Gores him brutally to the canvas! The back of Ollie's
head bounces off the canvas, and he falls motionless.
Mart: "GORE! GORE! GORE!!!"
Rhyno gets up, snarls at Ollie, and turns around to face Scott. He grabs the
President's arm and pulls him to his feet. Scott continues to stare into
space, apparently unaware of anything going on around him.
Mart: "Look at what Ollie has done to our beloved President! He's clearly
suffered great mental and emotional distress!"
JR: "Not to mention nasal distress. His nose was wedged right up ther..."
Mart: "SHUT UP!"
Rhyno gently slaps Scott across the face. The President blinks several
times, shakes his head, and looks up at Rhyno.
Mart: "I think he's recovered..."
Scott turns his attention to Ollie, a look of wild anger now spreading
across his face. He turns around and grabs the top rope, before quickly
climbing the turnbuckles, looking out at the fans.
Mart: "Moonsault! This'll teach Ollie not to...well...rub his ass in
peoples' faces."
Gr8-Scott reaches the top rope. He stands up, and flips backwards, launching
himself onto the motionless body of Ollie with something resembling a
Moonsault. Scott's knees thud into Ollie's gut, causing him to spasm
violently.
JR: "What a poorly executed manoeuvre."
Scott crawls backwards into a pin, and the referee counts:
1...2...Ollie gets a shoulder up!
Mart: "What? HOW?!"
JR: "I think the Moonsault served to wake Ollie up, if it achieved
anything."
Mart: "That's the deadliest finisher ever, I'll have you know!"
Scott gets to his feet, a look of sheer hatred now on his face. He gestures
towards Ollie's belt, which Rhyno picks up and hands to him.
JR: "Oh no....!"
Scott begins savagely lashing Ollie with the strap, whipping his chest and
back as Ollie flounders around like a beached whale.
Mart: "Ollie is getting beaten like the filthy mongrel he is!"
Scott kneels down near Ollie and wraps the belt around his throat, choking
him out. He eventually releases the hold and calls over Rhyno, who drags
Ollie to his feet and pins his arms behind his back.
JR: "This is nothing more than a mugging!"
Mart: "If Ollie wasn't prepared to take a beating, he shouldn't have got
involved in this match!"
Ollie slumps forwards, almost unconscious, as Rhyno holds him up. Meanwhile,
Scott wraps the belt around his fist, leaving the buckle at the front.
JR: "There's no need for this! Ollie is defenceless!"
Scott grabs Ollie's head with one hand, and drives the fist wrapped in the
belt into Ollie's forehead, slamming the metal buckle against his skin over
and over again.
JR: "Gr8-Scott is just pummelling Ollie with that belt buckle. This is
savage!"
Mart: "Well how would you feel if someone rubbed their ass in your face!"
JR: "I wouldn't be pleased! It's happened to me - remember when The
Undertaker made me kiss Scott's ass?"
Mart: "Yes. That was a very original angle. I wonder how The Undertaker came
up with that idea..."
JR: "Well I didn't go and punch Scott in the face with a metal belt buckle,
did I?"
Mart: "Well no..."
JR: "But then, my nose didn't go right up his crack like Scott did to
Ollie..."
Mart: "FOR GOD'S SAKE SHUT UP, JIM! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL PHYSICALLY SICK!"
JR: "Well, this beating on Ollie is making me feel sick!"
Scott unwraps the belt from around his fist. He grabs the buckle and begins
to gouge it into Ollie's face.
JR: "This is just wrong!"
Ollie is quickly busted open, as Scott continues to gouge at his forehead.
The blood pours out, quickly covering Ollie's face, and staining his and
Scott's clothes.
JR: "Ollie is a mess! He's been opened up!"
Mart: "We have the first casualty of War Games! First blood, Jim!"
Scott throws aside the belt. He looks across at Rhyno, and makes a 'cut
throat' gesture. A smile spreads across Rhyno's face, as he adjusts his grip
on Ollie, grabbing him around the waist and lifting him into the air, before
falling backwards and spiking his head into the mat with the Christingle
Driver! A sympathetic groan goes up from the fans, as Ollie folds up into
the foetal position.
JR: "That may have broken his neck! That move is horrifically dangerous, and
Ollie isn't even a wrestler! He isn't conditioned to take damage like that!"
Mart: "Precisely! He's got no business being in the ring. It's his own fault
he got hurt!"
Gr8-Scott plants a boot to Ollie's gut, kicking him over onto his back. He
then kneels down next to him and places his index finger on Ollie's chest.
The referee makes the count:
1...2...3!!!
Mart: "Scott eliminates Ollie - with ONE FINGER!"
JR: "Repulsive. These two men should be ashamed of themselves."
Mart: "This means that Team Scott will have a two-on-one advantage....when
the next member of Squad Shamrock actually gets down here that is!"
JR: "Well, they've got about another fifteen seconds or so to rest up before
the next entrant."
As Gr8-Scott leans in the corner, catching his breath, Rhyno kicks Ollie's
broken body out of the ring under the bottom rope, sending him sprawling to
the ringside mats. The cage door opens, and a group of referees and security
guards enter. They pull Ollie up and help him out of the cell.
JR: "Ollie now has to return to the locker room."
Mart: "Not that he'd be much use in the ring in that condition anyway..."
Rhyno turns to face the ramp and begins beckoning for the next entrant to
come down the aisle. JR: "Whoever comes out next will be at a disadvantage,
although not much of one considering one of the people on the 'two' side of
the two-on-one equation will be Gr8-Scott. But Squad Shamrock will be
fighting against the odds throughout this match."
Mart: "I think you're underestimating Scott somewhat, Jim...."
'Who's that jumpin' off the sky? R-E-Y! MysteriOH! Here we GO!' Rey
Mysterio's delightful theme music hits, and Rey Jr. leaps out onto the stage
amidst a pyro explosion. He makes his way down the ramp somewhat cautiously,
as Rhyno turns and smiles at Scott.
JR: "Rhyno looks very happy about this development."
Mart: "Well it's Rey Mysterio - the smallest, and ergo the weakest, member
of Squad Shamrock!"
JR: "I'm not sure I agree with that appraisal."
Mart: "Well Rhyno clearly does."
Rey Mysterio enters the cell, as Scott and Rhyno move to the middle of the
ring to await his arrival. Rey hops onto the ring apron, and Rhyno charges
at him, swinging with a right hand. Mysterio ducks the move, hitting a
shoulderblock between the ropes that causes the Man-Beast to bend down in
pain. Mysterio grabs the top rope and hops into the air, landing on the
strand and springboarding off! He sails over Rhyno's head towards the middle
of the ring, where he spins around and catches Gr8-Scott's head between his
ankles, flipping him to the mat with a flying headscissor!
JR: "Rey Mysterio explodes into this match, taking down the President with a
spectacular arial move!"
Rhyno chases after Rey Jr., who quickly manoeuvres around on the mat,
backward rolling and flipping his legs into the air. Rhyno catches
Mysterio's legs, hooking him in a wheelbarrow position. Rey pushes off the
mat with his hands, flipping into the air and catching Rhyno in a Bulldog
headlock position! As he comes down to deliver the move, however, Gr8-Scott
comes running towards him. Rey puts his feet together, bringing them down
against Scott's chest and kicking off. Rey fires backwards and flips over
Rhyno's head, landing on his feet behind him. Meanwhile, Scott is staggered,
and stumbles backwards into the ring ropes.
JR: "What a counter by Rey....look out!"
Mysterio runs up behind Rhyno and hits a front dropkick to the back,
propelling him forwards into Scott! The Commissioner and the President fall
through the ropes and tumble to the mats at ringside. Scott skids across the
matting, and his back thuds into the wall of the cell.
JR: "Rey Rey clears house! Not such a soft target now, eh? They can't get
their hands on him long enough to take advantage of the situation!"
Rhyno and Scott stagger to their feet on the outside, supporting each other
as they try to shake off the confusion caused by Mysterio's quick offence.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Rey runs to the opposite ropes and fires back.
Mart: "Oh no....MOVE!"
Mysterio ricochets back to the opposite side of the ring. He grabs the top
rope and takes off, sailing over the ropes to the outside with a somersault
plancha! Rey crashes into Scott and Rhyno, knocking them back down to the
ringside mats!
JR: "Oh, what a move by Mysterio! He used himself as a cannonball to take
down both Rhyno and Scott! I'll tell you one thing, his injured leg seems to
be holding out, thus far!"
Rey leaps to his feet and quickly looks around for inspiration. He sees the
wall of the cage and quickly grabs it, beginning to climb. Mysterio makes
swift progress, reaching the top of the cell and grabbing hold of the under
side with both hands. He then kicks away from the wall, leaving himself
dangling from the roof of the cell, directly above Scott and Rhyno.
Mart: "What on earth is that silly little Mexican midget doing now....?!"
Rhyno and Gr8-Scott get up at roughly the same time. They look around in
confusion, trying to find Rey.
JR: "Scott and Rhyno have no idea where Rey's gone!"
Scott lifts up the ring apron and peers underneath. Unable to find Mysterio,
he pulls it back down and shrugs his shoulders. Rhyno and Scott look at each
other in confusion. Rhyno glances at the cell, then turns back to face
Scott. A look of realisation spreads across their faces, and they slowly
tilt their heads up - just as Rey Mysterio lets go off the roof of the cell!
Rey plummets down, landing on top of Scott and Rhyno with a cross-bodyblock
which knocks them both back down to the mats!!!
JR: "Haha! What an amazing move by Rey!"
Mart: "That sneaky little bastard! Rhyno's going to tear his head off when
he gets his hands on him, I'll tell you that!"
Rey grabs Scott by his hair and belt, and rolls him into the ring. He slides
in after him, then pulls the President to his feet and drags him over to the
ropes, where he drapes Scott's neck over the middle strand.
JR: "619!!!"
Rey cups his hands to his mouth and yells to the fans '6...1...9!!!'. On the
outside, Rhyno slowly gets up and rolls into the ring. He pulls himself up
into a crouch using the ropes, behind Mysterio's back.
JR: "Look out, Rey!"
Mysterio turns around and runs towards the ropes, looking for the 619. Rhyno
outs his head down and charges towards him, looking for the Gore on Rey -
who jumps into the air, clearing Rhyno with a leapfrog! Rhyno flies
underneath Mysterio, as Gr8-Scott gets up from his position on the middle
rope. The Man-Beast crashes into the President, blasting him to the mat with
the Gore!
Mart: "GORE! GOR...GAH! He Gored Scott!"
JR: "Mysterio dodged the Gore, and Rhyno's momentum carried him into Scott!
What a mistake on the part of Team Scott!"
As Rhyno tries to scramble up, Rey runs in behind him and hits a front kick
to his backside, propelling him forwards and between the ropes to the
outside! As the fans cheer wildly, Mysterio Jr. scampers over to the
motionless Gr8-Scott and makes the pin:
1...2...3!!!
JR: "Scott is out! Thanks to a miscalculation on the part of Rhyno, and Rey
Mysterio's astonishing speed and agility, the odds have been evened
somewhat! It's down to three members of Team Scott against three members of
Squad Shamrock!"
Mart: "I don't believe this is happening!"
JR: "Scott just became the first person since William Regal to be pinned
with a Gore on Pay Per View!"
Mart: "Shut up, Jim! You're like a little kid, gloating at Scott's
misfortune!"
Rey Mysterio rolls Scott over to the ropes and out under the bottom strand.
He then leans over the top, shouting abuse at the President. Suddenly, Rob
Van Dam's music fills the arena, and the fans give a loud chorus of boos.
Mart: "That's more like it! Here comes the next member of Team Scott -
R...V...D!!!"
Van Dam walks out onto the stage, smiling broadly. He pauses at the top of
the ramp to his the double-thumb taunt. In the ring, Rey Mysterio leans over
the ropes, glaring at Van Dam and beckoning for him to get in the ring.
Meanwhile, Rhyno crawls over to the ring on the outside.
JR: "Mysterio needs to be careful here..."
As Rob makes his way down the aisle, Rhyno rolls back into the ring. He runs
up behind Mysterio.
JR: "Look out, Rey!"
Mysterio notices Rhyno and dodges aside at the last moment, using his hand
to shove the Man-Beast, guiding him down across the middle rope! The fans
erupt, as Rhyno falls in position for the 619!
Mart: "Gah!"
Rey Jr. runs to the opposite strands, fires back, and spins between the top
and middle ropes -swinging his legs around in an arc and kicking Rhyno in
the face with the 619! The Man-Beast flops backwards into the middle of the
ring, as Rey drops down onto the ring apron.
JR: "Mysterio scores with the 619!!!"
RVD sees what is happening in the ring, and sprints towards the cell.
Mart: "Come on, Rob! Get in there!"
Rhyno staggers to his feet, as Mysterio leaps to the top rope and
springboards off. As Van Dam hauls open the cage door, Rey fires off the top
rope, catching Rhyno between his legs and flipping him to the mat with the
West Coast Pop!
JR: "Come on, Rey!"
Mart: "Get in there, Rob! NOW!"
Mysterio hooks up Rhyno's legs, as the referee counts:
1...2...Rob Van Dam dives into the ring and dives at Mysterio, ploughing him
off of Rhyno!
Mart: "Phew!"
JR: "Damnit! Mysterio had him right there!"
Van Dam grabs Mysterio's mask and quickly pulls him up, scoring with two
forearms which knock him back into the ropes. He then goes for an Irish
whip, but Mysterio puts on the breaks and reverses the momentum, drawing RVD
in towards him, before taking him down with a drop-toehold. Rob comes
crashing down face-first into Rhyno!
JR: "Mysterio causes Van Dam and Rhyno to meet face-to-face, so to speak!
Rey is tying Team Scott in knots!"
Van Dam staggers up, holding his nose, as Rhyno grabs his face and kicks
violently at the mat. RVD turns a circle and stumbles towards Rey, bent over
in pain. Mysterio jumps into the air, hopping onto Van Dam's back and
wrapping his legs under Rob's arms. He then falls forwards, his hands
landing on the mat. Rey pushes off the canvas, firing into the air, before
ricocheting back forwards with enough force to tear RVD off his feet and
flip him over onto his back, sunset flip style!
JR: "Mysterio Bomb on RVD! What a move!"
The referee counts:
1...2...Rob Van Dam rolls backwards out of the pin, before running forwards,
grabbing Mysterio's legs, and somersaulting over into a jack-knife pin.
JR: "RVD somehow escapes, and counters with a pin of his own..."
The referee counts:
1...2...Mysterio breaks his legs free, wraps his arms around Rob's waist,
and bridges out of the pin. He then spins around, turning RVD around into a
Powerbomb/Piledriver set up position with his head between his legs, before
continuing to turn until he reaches a backslide position. Rey slides Rob
down to the mat, and the referee counts:
1...2...Rob Van Dam rolls backwards out of the hold, landing on his feet!
JR: "What an amazing sequence of counters...!"
RVD charges towards Rey, as Mysterio tries to get up. Rey suddenly falls
backwards, grabbing the top rope and pulling it down in the process. Rob is
unable to slow his momentum, and flies over the top, falling to the ringside
mats!
Mart: "Argh!"
JR: "Rey Mysterio is holding his own with unbelievable success! He just
removed RVD from proceedings, at least for the moment."
However, as Rey gets to his feet he is met by a stampeding Rhyno, who sends
him crashing to the canvas with a brutal clothesline. The fans cheers are
quickly silenced, as Rey's limbs sprawl out on the mat.
Mart: "That's more like it! I knew he couldn't hold out forever, JR!"
Rhyno scrapes Rey up off the canvas, as Rob Van Dam rolls back into the
ring. The two each grab one of Mysterio's arms and whip him to the ropes. On
the rebound, they lift him into the air and brings him crashing down with
his throat across the top rope! Rey fires back and slumps to the mat,
clutching his neck.
Mart: "Double Hotshot! Nice teamwork!"
Rhyno stands over Mysterio and looks down on him, breathing heavily through
exhaustion and anger. He leaps into the air and comes crashing down hard
across Rey's chest with a Big Splash!
JR: "Oh! That had to drive the air right out of Mysterio's body, not to
mention mash him up inside!"
Rhyno sits up on his knees, and gestures towards the ropes. Van Dam nods his
head, before running to the ropes, bouncing back and rolling towards Rey
Mysterio. He lands on his feet, somersaults through the air, and crashes
down on Rey with a Senton splash!
Mart: "Rolling Thunder!"
JR: "Another hefty blow to the chest of Rey Mysterio."
RVD makes the cover:
1...2...Rey gets a shoulder up at the last moment!
JR: "Rey is clinging on, despite the odds being against him!"
Mart: "If he can hold out another few seconds his next team-mate will be
down to help him. But I'm not sure he can...!"
Rhyno grabs Mysterio's mask and hauls him to his feet. He points towards the
turnbuckles, and RVD heads over to that corner and leaps up to the top rope.
Meanwhile, Rhyno turns Rey around, puts his head between his legs, and lifts
him up into an 'Electric Chair' position.
JR: "Rhyno's setting Rey up...."
Van Dam leaps off the top rope, lashing out with a sidekick which catches
Mysterio in the face as he sits on Rhyno's shoulders! The Man-Beast falls
back to the canvas, bringing Rey crashing down hard!
Mart: "Flying kick off of Rhyno's shoulders! What a great double-team move!"
Rob Van Dam makes the cover on Rey, and the referee counts:
1...2...Mysterio's shoulder shoots up off the canvas!
JR: "Unbelievable! Rey is still holding on!"
Van Dam grabs Rey's mask and uses it for leverage as he pounds away at the
side of his head with right hands. He then drags him to his feet and shoves
him backwards, into the turnbuckles. Rhyno and RVD begin to stomp away at
Mysterio's chest and mid-section, kicking him down into a sitting position.
JR: "Team Scott using their numbers advantage here."
Mart: "But they need to eliminate Rey quickly, before the next member of
Squad Shamrock arrives."
Van Dam and Rhyno drag Rey back up in the corner. They both grab him in a
vertical suplex position, before lifting him up and sitting him on the top
rope.
JR: "This looks bad for Rey..."
Rob Van Dam backs into the opposite corner, as Rhyno turns around to face
him. He then sprints out of the corner, charging towards Rhyno. He reaches
the Man-Beast and leaps into the air, firing over Rhyno's head and getting
an extra lift as he does so, and catching Mysterio in the face with a flying
sidekick! Rey falls sideways off the top rope, bouncing off then ring apron
and hitting the floor hard!
Mart: "Priceless! RVD uses Rhyno as a springboard, and Rey Mysterio takes a
sickening bump from the top rope to the outside!"
Rhyno and RVD both leave the ring, heading after Rey Mysterio. They scrape
him up from the ringside mats.
JR: "Rey is out of it. There's no way he can recover from that..."
John Cena's theme suddenly hits, and the fans erupt with cheers for the next
member of Squad Shamrock! Rhyno and Rob Van Dam roll Rey Mysterio Jr. into
the ring, as Cena comes running out onto the stage and down the ramp.
JR: "Well, here comes Cena, but he's too late to save Rey Mysterio - even
though he's still officially in this match, that's just a technicality."
Mart: "Yup. He won't be doing much, for a while at least."
JR: "So it seems the advantage remains with Rhyno and Rob Van Dam."
Cena reaches the bottom of the ramp , and the referee unlocks the cage door.
John quickly flings the door open and charges inside, tearing the chain from
around his neck. Rhyno rolls into the ring after Rey Mysterio, while RVD
runs towards Cena.
JR: "Cena needs to get to Rhyno and stop him from pinning Rey - but he's got
to go through Van Dam!"
As Cena enters the cage, Rob blasts him with a forearm to the face. He aims
another, but John cuts him off with a kick to the gut. Cena then wraps his
chain around his fist, before swinging it hard into the side of Van Dam's
head! Rob goes down hard, and lies motionless on the outside of the ring, as
Cena quickly steps over him, throws aside the chain, and runs towards the
ring.
Mart: "What a cheapshot! He used a weapon!"
JR: "Legal as a wristlock in this match!"
In the ring, Rhyno makes the cover on Mysterio:
1...2...Cena dives into the ring and runs over to Rhyno. He plants a boot to
the side of the head, kicking him off of Rey just before the three count!
JR: "Cena saves Rey, for the time being at least. But Rhyno and RVD did some
serious damage."
Mart: "John Cena has already made a huge impact, though. Or at least, that
chain around his fist has..."
Rhyno scrambles to his feet, but Cena catches him with a knee to the ribs as
he does so, knocking him into the ropes. The Man-Beast quickly bounces back,
looking for a clothesline on John. Cena ducks the move, however, and grabs
Rhyno around the waist from behind, hauling him into the air in a back
suplex position. Cena then spins Rhyno around, bringing him crashing down in
a sidewalk slam!
JR: "Cena scores with the Killswitch! Rhyno and RVD are both down now!"
Cena grabs Rhyno's hair and singlet and drags him over to the ropes, before
hurling him out of the ring. He steps between the ropes after him, and drops
down to ringside.
Mart: "Cena gets Rhyno out of the ring, perhaps to keep him away from
Mysterio, to give Rey some time to recover."
John Cena walks around the ring to Rob Van Dam, who is trying to scrape
himself up, holding his head with one hand and attempting to shake off the
effects of Cena's chain. John grabs Rob's hair and pulls him to his feet,
before lifting him into a Fireman's carry.
JR: "F-U! He's got him set up!"
Cena looks sideways at the wall of the cage, and yells at the fans. A cheer
goes up, as John positions his hand under RVD's leg, and hoists him into the
air, flipping him upside down and blasting him with the F-U...into the side
of the cell! Van Dam's back thuds into the steel mesh, and he slides down,
landing hard on top of his head and crumpling into a heap!
Mart: "Oh my God! F-U into the War Games cage! John Cena just obliterated
Rob Van Dam!"
JR: "That steel mesh has no give in it! Van Dam just took two hefty impacts
for the price of one!"
Cena grabs RVD's hair and pulls him over to the ring. He rolls him inside,
and slide sin after him, before making the cover:
1...2....the referee is suddenly wrenched backwards out of the ring! The
camera pans around, to show Rhyno arguing with the ref on the outside of the
ring.
JR: "Rhyno pulled the ref out of there at the last moment, saving Van Dam's
hide!"
Cena looks up angrily. He rolls out of the ring and advances towards Rhyno.
Mart: "I guess it's going to come down to Cena vs. Rhyno for a while now,
seeing as RVD and Mysterio are both down and out for the foreseeable
future!"
JR: "Well, we know the next man in will be for Team Scott, and by the
process of elimination will be Booker T. However that won't be for another
minute or so."
John Cena pushes aside the referee and lunges at Rhyno, swinging with a
right hand. The Man-Beast blocks the move, however, and scores with a right
of his own, staggering Cena. He follows up with a series of blows to the
head, knocking John back further and further, until he is backed up against
the cage. Rhyno then grabs hold of the mesh with both hands, lowering his
head and driving his shoulder repeatedly into John's ribs, crushing him
against the cage!
Mart: "Rhyno is dominating as usual! He's been in there for nearly ten
minutes of intense action, Jim, and yet he's still taking control on a fresh
man!"
JR: "If it wasn't for their advantage of having the fresh men come in first
for their team, I don't think Team Scott would be holding out half as well
as they are doing."
Rhyno grabs Cena's head with both hands, turns him around, and slams his
face hard into the steel cage!
Mart: "That steel mesh coming into play as on offensive weapon! This is such
a dangerous environment!"
Rhyno grabs Cena's arm and Irish whips whim, sending him charging the full
length of the ring, until he collides with the steel ring steps! John's back
crashes into the steps, and he slumps down, leaning against the steel with a
pained expression on his face.
Mart: "The Doctor of Thuganomics needs to see a doctor of medicine as soon
as possible, from the looks of that expression on his face. I think Rhyno
just put another kink in his spine."
JR: "Well, Cena is coming into this match with an injured neck, and that
jolt to the spine can't have done it much good...."
Mart: "LOOK OUT!"
Rhyno suddenly takes off, charging towards Cena as he leans against the
steps. He puts his head down and launches himself shoulder first at John,
who suddenly dives out of hew way! Rhyno crashes Headfirs5t into the steps
with the Gore, sending the top half flying into the air, and crashing off
around the corner of the ring! Rhyno slumps motionless at an awkward angle,
lying on the bottom half of the ringsteps.
JR: "Rhyno tried to obliterate Cena with the Gore, but he missed again and
drove his own head into the steel steps!"
John Cena quickly heads back over to Rhyno, looking to capitalise. He pulls
the Man-Beast up, grabbing him between his legs and hoisting him into a
Fireman's carry.
JR: "F-U...but is it necessary? Rhyno's already out of it!"
Mart: "You never know with Rhyno. He can take a hell of a lot of
punishment."
Cena reaches down under Rhyno's leg, preparing to lift him up into an F-U,
seemingly aimed at the bottom half of the steps. Cena suddenly yells in
pain, however, and stumbles forwards. He collapses under Rhyno, sinking down
to his knees. Rhyno slides off Cena's back and drops back down to the floor,
and John flops across the steps, holding the back of his neck with one hand.
JR: "Oh no...Cena's neck gave out on him! WE knew John's neck was injured,
and it seems that it buckled under the weight of Rhyno! This is bad! Cena
could be seriously injured!"
Mart: "Again, he chose to be here, just like Ollie the non-wrestler, and the
rest of the broken down cripples on his team. If they're not fit to be in a
match, especially one this brutal, then it's their own fault if something
bad happens to them!"
JR: "Well, that's a bit extreme in my view, but you do have a point. I just
hope Rhyno doesn't get chance to deliver any of his head-dropping favourites
on Cena, because if he does we could have a horrible situation on our
hands."
Mart: "I agree. Much as it would be Cena's own fault if something bad did
happen, I don't want to see anybody crippled. But I'm not sure the same can
be said for Rhyno."
JR: "Thankfully, it seems the Man-Beast knocked himself out when he Gored
the steps - in fact, everybody is out of it!"
Rob Van Dam and Rey Mysterio both lie in the ring, rolling around and
struggling to get up with little success. On the outside, Rhyno and Cena lie
almost motionless.
Mart: "This match really does resemble a war zone..."
Booker T's music suddenly hits, and the fans boo wildly!
JR: "Not NOW!"
Mart: "Yes! Here comes the Federation Champion! Booker T is fresh, and he's
got the perfect chance to mop up what's left of Cena and Mysterio! Then it's
three-on-one time when ol' Kenny gets out here!"
Booker T walks out onto the stage, Federation Title belt over his shoulder.
He quickly strides down the ramp, throwing aside the belt and walking around
the side of the cage. He carries on past the cell door, making his way up to
the announce position.
JR: "What's Booker doing over here..."
Booker grabs hold of a steel chair. He snaps it shut, before marching back
towards the cage door. The referee unlocks the door, and Booker shoves him
aside, before entering the cage and slamming the door shut behind him.
JR: "Booker's got a Goddamn weapon! Four men sprawled out, out cold, and the
Goddamn Federation Champion needs a steel chair!"
Mart: "Shut up, Jim. If Cena can use a chain then Booker can use a chair!"
Booker heads straight around to the ringsteps, across which John Cena is
lying. Cena tries to push himself up as he sees Booker approaching, but the
Booker Man raises the chair above his head and brings it crashing back down
across the back of John's head and neck!
JR: "Oh God! A sickening blow to the injured neck of John Cena!"
Cena slumps back down across the steps, completely motionless. Booker T
looks down, a pleased expression on his face. He slowly turns around and
fixes his gaze on Rey Mysterio.
Mart: "Yes, Booker! Now finish HIM off!"
Booker slides into the ring, the chair held out in front of him, as Rey
Mysterio slowly staggers up in the ring. Rey sees Booker moving towards him,
and a look of despair spreads across his face.
JR: "Hasn't Mysterio suffered enough already tonight..."
Booker raises the chair over his head and moves towards Rey. As prepares to
swing it down, however, Mysterio suddenly jumps towards him, kicking
Booker's legs out with a front dropkick to the knee! Booker falls forwards,
the chair clattering to the floor, and Booker's face slamming into it!
JR: "Mysterio takes Booker T down! From out of nowhere!"
Rey rolls out onto the ring apron. He leaps onto the top rope, springboards
off, and hits a legdrop across the back of Booker T's head as the Champion
tries to get up - driving his face back down into the chair!
JR: "Rey Drops the Dime on Booker T!"
Mysterio quickly rolls Booker over and makes the cover! The referee counts:
1...Rob Van Dam staggers up...2...RVD leaps across to Booker, landing across
Rey's back and breaking up the pin!
JR: "I don't believe it! Van Dam makes the save, just as Rey was about to
get the pin on the Federation Champion!"
Mart: "Don't talk bollocks, Jim. Booker would have kicked out easily."
Mysterio crawls out from under Van Dam and quickly gets up, but RVD cuts him
off, spinning around on the mat and hitting a legsweep from behind! Rey's
legs fly from under him, and he falls backwards to the canvas - holding his
ankle and screaming in pain!
JR: "Oh no! A blow to the injured ankle, and that seems to have brought that
injury back to the surface. Mysterio is in agony! He's been surprisingly
mobile throughout this match, but that may have ended right there!"
Van Dam slowly gets up, still seeming slightly dazed after the F-U into the
cell. He reaches down and picks up the steel chair, before staggering over
to Mysterio, raising the chair above his head, and slamming it down across
the injured ankle!
JR: "No! For God's sake!"
As Rey's agonised screams grow louder and louder, RVD unfolds the chair. A
buzz ripples through the crowd, as he snaps it shut over Mysterio's ankle.
Mart: "This is what injured the ankle in the first place! This time he's
gonna snap it clean in half!"
Rob makes his way over to the corner and grabs the top rope. As he is about
to leap up onto the top, however, Booker T grabs him from behind. He spins
Van Dam around, shaking his head.
JR: "Thank God. Booker T is talking some sense into Van Da...wait a second!"
Booker steps out onto the ring apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles
himself.
Mart: "Booker wants to do the honours himself!"
Booker T makes his way to the top rope, as Van Dam looks on, and Rey writhes
around on the mat trying to get out of the way. The fans boo loudly, as the
Champion looks out at them. He makes a circular gesture with one finger.
Mart: "Houston Hangover! Onto the chair!"
JR: "Booker T is a two hundred and fifty pound man! If he does that, Rey
Mysterio Jr.'s entire foot will be shattered!"
Booker stands up on the top rope. He points at Rey, throws his arms open
dramatically, readies himself, prepares to leap, and.....Ken Shamrock's
music hits!!!
Mart: "What? Shamrock shouldn't be out here for another half a minute at
least!"
The World's Most Dangerous Man comes charging out onto the ramp, ploughing
through a group of security guards, who chase after him, as the fans erupt
with cheers!
JR: "Shamrock is waiting around to watch Rey get his ankle broken in two!
And the fans are lifting the roof off this building!"
Mart: "This is unfair! Shamrock should be disqualified! He should be
eliminated from this match!"
With Booker T and RVD distracted by Shamrock, Mysterio manages to drag
himself out of range, and unfold the chair from around his foot. He rolls
out under the ropes, and drops to the relative safety of the ringside area.
Meanwhile, Shamrock storms down to ringside, hurling aside the referee at
the door of the cage. He attempts to open the door, but it is locked.
Mart: "Ha! Kenny can't get in there! Poor ickle Kenny! Can't he open the
door? Ha ha ha ! Ha ha ha! Ha ha..."
Shamrock steps back, swings his foot up, and boots the door open! The fans
cheer as he sprints into the cage, dives into the ring, and charges at
Booker and RVD.
JR: "Yes he can...and now Team Scott is gonna suffer some payback!"
Mart: "They've still got the advantage! Two men on their feet against one!"
Van Dam swings at Ken with a spinning leg lariat, which he ducks, before
sweeping Rob's leg from under him casually as he goes past. Van Dam crashes
to the mat, as Ken continues running towards Booker T - who is still
standing on the top rope looking on in shock! Ken sprints up the ropes,
grabs Booker in a waistlock, and hurls him off the top rope with an overhead
belly-to-belly superplex! Booker shoots up into a sitting position, skidding
across the mat with one hand pressed against his back and a pained
expression on his face!
JR: "Ken Shamrock...is kicking...some...ass!"
Mart: "Don't get excited, Jim, it won't last! He's old and beat up, and he's
in there with three men in their prime!"
Rob Van Dam staggers to his feet and heads towards Shamrock, who quickly
hits him with a roundhouse kick to the gut. Rob bends over in pain,
clutching his mid-section, and Shamrock capitalises. He hooks Van Dam up in
a vertical suplex position, grabs his leg, and hoists him into the air,
before spiking him on top of his head with a Fisherman brainbuster!
JR: "What a high impact move by Shamrock!"
Booker T scrambles up and charges at Shamrock. He leaps into the air and
aims a Harlem sidekick at Ken's head, but Shamrock ducks the move. Booker
whirls around, straight into a brutal roundhouse kick to the face that sends
him back down to the mat!
JR: "Booker looked for that leaping leg lariat, but Ken was too quick, and
he caught the wrong end of a savage kick to the chops, bah gawd!"
Shamrock stands in the middle of the ring, between Booker T and Rob Van Dam
as they lie flat on their backs. He throws his arms open and yells wildly,
to the cheers of the fans.
Mart: "Rhyno! He's up!"
Rhyno slides into the ring behind Shamrock, blood pouring from a cut on his
forehead.
JR: "He must have busted himself open on the ringsteps!"
Mart: "Well he did hit them with a hell of a lot of force."
Rhyno move in behind Shamrock and goes straight for the ribs, wrapping his
arms around the waist and sinking in a side bearhug.
JR: "Rhyno going straight for the injured ribs...."
Mart: "The PERMANENTLY injured ribs...."
JR: "...of Shamrock. What do you mean permanently injured? It isn't often
Shamrock has a rib injury!"
Shamrock howls in pain, as Rhyno applies more pressure, forcing him down
onto one knee. The Man-Beast hurls Shamrock down to the mat, before
violently stomping away at his ribs, as Ken writhes in pain.
Mart: "Rhyno regains the advantage for Team Scott, and with the rest of
Squad Shamrock pretty much out of it, they're free to take him apart."
RVD and Booker both drag themselves to their feet. They join Rhyno in
standing over Shamrock, and all three put the boots to Ken's chest.
JR: "This is a savage mob assault!"
Team Scott continue to stomp away at Shamrock, until he begins spasming
violently. The three men back away, as Ken's arms shoot up around his chest
and he begins to cough up bright red blood, which stains the canvas.
Mart: "Ken Shamrock, bleeding from the mouth. Shock. Horror."
JR: "This is hideous! Shamrock could have internal injuries!"
Mart: "He should be used to THEM by now."
JR: "Will you shut up? Shamrock has just been kicked until he was half-dead
by a pack of wolves!"
Rhyno grabs Shamrock's hair and peels him off the canvas. He runs over to
the ropes, dragging Shamrock's limp frame behind him, and hurls him straight
over the top rope to the outside of the ring!
Mart: "Old Ken gets hurled out like a bag of trash. With internal injuries."
JR: "And that impact had to mess him up inside as well!"
Team Scott stand in the center of the ring, with their opponents sprawled
around ringside, all suffering the effects of their injuries.
Mart: "It looks like Team Scott has prevailed. It's just a question of
pinning them now."
JR: "Well, Shamrock's team put up a brave fight. But at the end of the day
they entered this match with health problems, and Scott's bunch of lackeys
took advantage of them like the jackals they are!"
Rob Van Dam picks up the steel chair from the canvas and hands it to Booker
T. He then gestures towards Ken Shamrock. Meanwhile, Rhyno slides out of the
ring on the opposite side, and advances on Rey Mysterio. Rey attempts to
crawl away, dragging his injured ankle behind him.
Mart: "Looks like Rob has something in mind for Shamrock."
Booker leaves the ring, carrying the chair, as RVD steps out onto the ring
apron. Booker glances at Rob in confusion.
JR: "I don't think the champ really understands what RVD just asked him to
do....."
Rob nods at Booker, who drags Shamrock over to the corner of the cell, and
pushes his back up against it. He then places the chair across Ken's chest,
and folds his arms over it to hold it in place. Rob Van Dam then leaps to
the top rope and raises his arms in the air, hitting the double-thumb taunt.
Mart: "What...he can't be serious..."
The camera pans out to reveal that Rob is standing on the top rope, with the
entire distance of the ring between him and Shamrock, plus the extra few
feet between the ring and the cage!
JR: "He can't even attempt that! He must be shaken from that F-U!"
Mart: "I think he can do it."
JR: "Maybe he can, but he'll bloody kill himself if he does!!!"
Booker T shakes his head in disbelief, as Van Dam steadies himself, and
leaps off the top rope! The fans erupt, as RVD sails into the air, flying
past the halfway mark of the ring before he flings his legs out, and
continuing past the other half of the ring and away towards the corner of
the cage. Van Dam finally crashes down with his shoulders near to the
ringpost, his legs flailing wildly and crashing into the steel chair propped
against Shamrock's chest with savage force!!! The chair is blasted away from
Shamrock and flies up into the air, sending a shocked Booker T running for
cover!
Mart: "OH MY GOD! Oh my FUCKING God!"
JR: "I do not believe what I have just seen! Rob Van Dam just delivered a
Van Terminator from the top rope to the outside, driving a chair into the
chest of Ken Shamrock who was propped up in the corner of a cell! That is
the damnedest thing I have seen in years!"
Ken Shamrock crumples up, blood now flowing from hiss mouth at an alarming
rate. Meanwhile, Rob Van Dam lies completely motionless on the ringside
mats.
Mart: "Van Dam may have cracked his own head open, or broken his back!"
JR: "He also may have crushed every organ in Ken Shamrock's torso!"
Booker T cautiously walks back towards RVD and Shamrock, a look of sheer
disbelief on his face. The camera cuts to the mangled chair lying half a
ring's distance away from Shamrock.
Mart: "What can I say but....bugger. That was....amazing."
On the other side of the ring, Rhyno has Rey Mysterio by his mask, and is
ramming his face repeatedly into the steel mesh!
JR: "Look at Rhyno, now! Rey is unable to defend himself! Just like what RVD
did to Shamrock, this is unnecessary! Scott has obviously instructed his
team to destroy Shamrock's team!"
Rey staggers back away from the cage, with Rhyno still holding on to his
mask with one hand. The Man-Beast suddenly steps forwards and bodily hurls
Mysterio face-first into the cell! Rey fires back and slumps to the floor,
his legs giving way beneath him, but Rhyno hurls him forwards again
regardless, launching him again into the cell wall!
JR: "Rhyno is just throwing Rey around like a rag doll!"
As Rhyno continues to pound Mysterio's face into the cage, the camera flicks
to Booker T, who has now turned his attention to John Cena. Booker is
stomping down on the back of Cena's neck, as he lies across the bottom half
of the ring steps.
Mart: "Booker going right for the neck! Cena will be lucky if he leaves here
tonight able to walk!"
JR: "That may not be too much of an exaggeration. If Booker continues this
assault on his neck, who knows what damage could be done?"
The camera cuts back to Rhyno, who is now holding Mysterio by his mask and
tights, lifting him clear off of the floor, and driving him battering-ram
style face-first into the cell wall.
Mart: "What physical dominance by Rhyno!"
Rhyno backs away, slinging Mysterio back for momentum, before stepping
forwards and hurling him into the cage! Rey sails through the air, his face
sinks into the mesh, and he slides down into a crumpled heap.
JR: "This match is diabolical! Just look at that!"
Rhyno grabs Mysterio's head and pushes it up against the cage, grating his
face into the mesh. As Rhyno violently mauls Mysterio's head from side to
side, his mask begins to be torn apart by the steel, ripping it from his
face and exposing the skin underneath.
Mart: "Rey's mask is being torn from his face!"
It becomes clear that Rey Mysterio is bleeding from various cuts on his
face, as it is exposed by the mask being torn away. Rhyno releases Mysterio
and backs away. Rey clutches at his mangled face with one hand, and tries to
drag himself up with the other, clawing at the cage wall.
JR: "That steel mesh is evil. Rey's has been torn to pieces here. I wish
they'd just pin him and put him out of his misery!"
Mart: "The same goes for Shamrock and Cena! Squad Shamrock are all in
serious danger."
Rhyno backs away down the side of the ring, as Mysterio pulls himself up,
both hands now gripping the cage as he slowly turns around to face Rhyno,
his back pressed against the mesh. Rhyno drops into a crouch, takes off, and
charges towards Rey...
JR: "Oh God...."
Rhyno smashes into Mysterio, Goring him into the wall of the cell! A loud
CRACK echoes through the arena, as the section of cage breaks away from it's
joints to the corner of the structure, and the panel next to it! The cage
panel crashes down to the concrete floor by the side of the announce table,
with Rhyno and Rey Mysterio's broken body sprawled on top of it!
Mart: "Rhyno Gored Rey through the cell! He blasted a panel of the structure
right off it's hinges!"
JR: "Rey Mysterio is broken in half!"
Rhyno rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily. Mysterio is completely
motionless. The camera cuts back to Booker T, whose attention has been
diverted from Cena by the huge noise of the cage crashing down. Booker makes
his way over to the other side of the ring, and he walks out through the gap
in the cell. He makes his way over to Rhyno and kneels down by his side,
checking if he's OK. Rhyno nods to Booker, who helps him to his feet.
Mart: "Well, that just put the exclamation point on it! Shamrock's group of
ragtag cripples have had their chips, Jimbo!"
Booker heads back inside the cage. Meanwhile, Rhyno stands over Mysterio. He
reaches down and grabs the ragged remains of Rey's mask, which he tears away
from his head, exposing Mysterio's face!
JR: "Rey Mysterio has been unmasked!"
Mart: "Well, he wrestled for a while without the mask in WCW, but this is
the first time we've seen his face here in the GR8 Fed. Although we can't
see much for blood!"
Rhyno holds the mask aloft, to the boos of the fans. He looks down and sees
the look of fury in Rey Mysterio's suddenly alert eyes! Rhyno glances up at
the top of the cell and smiles, as Rey desperately tries to scramble up to
his feet. The Man-Beast turns to face the cage, and begins to climb up the
side wall.
JR: "Oh my God! He's going up the side of the cell!"
Mart: "And he's taking Rey's mask with him!"
Mysterio manages to drag himself up, and hobbles to the cage, favouring his
injured ankle. He begins climbing, in pursuit of Rhyno, as the Man-Beast
pulls himself up and over the side of the structure and onto the roof of the
cell! Rey follows, his leg dangling uselessly behind him as he pulls himself
up on upper body strength and determination.
JR: "That mask means everything to Rey Mysterio. It's more than just a mask.
He can always get another mask. But Rhyno tearing it from his face and
parading it round like a trophy - it spits on everything Rey Mysterio stands
for!"
Mysterio drags himself up onto the roof of the cell, as the fans begin to
buzz with anticipation. Rey Jr. hobbles towards Rhyno, who holds the mask
out in front of him, taunting Rey as he backs towards the middle of the
cage. Mysterio lunges for the mask, grabbing it with both hands, but Rhyno
uses it to pull him in, before grabbing hold of him, spinning him around,
and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Mart: "Christingle DRIIIIIIIIIIVAH!!!"
Rhyno lifts Rey high into the air and falls backwards, spiking his head into
the roof of the cell with the Christingle Driver! The force of the move
causes Rey to fly up onto his knees, before flopping back down onto his
face.
JR: "Christingle Driver on the roof of the cell! Mysterio's lucky it didn't
give way!"
Inside the cage, Booker T helps Rob Van Dam up, and rolls him back into the
ring. He then grabs Ken Shamrock by his hair and tights, and bundles him in
under the bottom rope.
Mart: "The champ is getting everyone into the ring,where they can be
eliminated."
JR: "Sensible policy. Rhyno seems more concerned with ending careers than
ending this match."
Mart: "He always was a bit of a violent person."
Booker makes his way over to John Cena and reaches down to pick him up by
his hair. As he pulls Cena up, however, John suddenly lashes out with a low
blow!
JR: "Cena with a low blow! A flame of hope for Squad Shamrock! John Cena is
still in this!"
Cena grabs Booker's hair and tights and rolls him into the ring, sliding in
after him. In the ring, Rob Van Dam has dragged himself up using the ropes,
and is now in the process of pulling Ken Shamrock up. Meanwhile, on top of
the cage, Rhyno stands over Rey Mysterio and grabs him around the waist,
lifting him up and placing his head between his legs.
Mart: "Uh-oh! Look out above Jim!"
John Cena pulls Booker T to his feet, near to Shamrock and RVD, as Rhyno
hauls Mysterio into the air, flipping him onto his shoulders and snapping
him back down straight on top of his head with the Snowfall Powerbomb! As
Mysterio lands on top of his head, the section of cage breaks away from it's
joint with the panel next to it, and he plummets through the roof off the
cell!!! Rey falls straight down into the ring - landing directly on top of
John Cena, Booker T, Ken Shamrock and Rob Van Dam, and bringing them all
crashing down to the mat!!!
Mart: "OH MY GOD!!!!"
JR: "Snowfall through the cell! And Rey's fall was broken by...everyone
else!!!"
Mysterio rolls off the pile of bodies and looks up through the hole in the
cell at Rhyno, a look of shock on his face.
Mart: "I don't think Rey even suffered too much damage off that! The cell
was already weakened from the Christingle Driver! He took most of the impact
with the mesh on his arms, and his fall was broken by the other
competitors!"
JR: "Rey Mysterio is a very lucky man! That fall would have killed him!!!"
Rhyno looks down through the hole in the cell, staring at Mysterio. He walks
around the gap until he reaches the side from which the detached mesh panel
is dangling, and begins to climb down the cage.
Mart: "Rhyno is using that broken section of the cage to lower himself back
into the ring."
Rey Mysterio hobbles to his feet and lurches to the ropes. He fires back off
the strands, as Rhyno drops down into the ring.
JR: "Mysterio's up, injured ankle and all!"
Mart: "That fall must have given him a rush of adrenaline!"
Rey fires back off the ropes and leaps up, catching hold of the bottom edge
of the dangling panel with both hands and using it to swing into the air! He
flies towards Rhyno, catching him with a Hurricanrana which flips the
Man-Beast to the mat and sends him rolling straight out of the ring under
the bottom rope!
JR: "Amazing! Mysterio utilises the broken cage roof to gain leverage on a
flying Hurricanrana!"
Rhyno staggers to his feet on the outside. Clearly dazed, he stumbles back
out of the gap in the cell wall he created earlier, and leans on the
announce table as he tries to regroup. Rey Mysterio hobbles out of the ring
after him, heading out of the cage. Meanwhile, Booker T rolls out under the
bottom rope and follows Mysterio.
Mart: "Everyone seems to be heading outside the cage now."
Booker T hits Rey Mysterio with a forearm from behind, staggering him. He
grabs Mysterio's