Location: Fargodome: North Dakota
*The camera shows the fans popping for Nitro, before the camera cuts to the commentators.*
Tenay: Welcome to WWE Nitro, coming of a hot Great American Bash, Mike Tenay and Eric Bischoff here, and wow, how do we start Eric?
Bischoff: We see the return of the greatest segment in WWE History. The Cutting Edge returns with a mystery guest tonight!
Tenay: We also have Beer Money, The Rock, and Paige all in action tonight, and we will discover a number 1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!
Bischoff: This man got screwed at the Great American Bash! Kidd used a chair on him!
Tenay: Triple threat matches are no-disqualification! And if I remember correctly, when the chair was used on Kidd, you weren't complaining.
Bischoff: That's different. Brock and Edge can win without the use of foreign objects
*"The Next Big Thing" is welcomed to the arena with jeering and cursing as he makes his way to the ring as his music plays in the background. A big white bandage covers Brock's forehead, showing evidence of the damage done to him just four days ago. Getting to the ring quicker than usual, Brock picks up the microphone that's laid out in the corner of the ring for him and doesn't waste any time in telling the fans off.*
"Oh, ha. Ha ha ha ha. Real frickin' funny. Yuck it up, white trash. Yuuuuuck it up."
*The "white trash" acquiesce, deciding that mocking Brock Lesnar, at his expense is more satisfying than getting insulted.*
"Now, you all may have had a good laugh about this. You know, me being screwed out of my World Heavyweight Championship yet again but I'll tell you who won't be getting the last laugh about this and his name is Tyson Kidd. See, Tyson thinks that just because he can weasel his way out of my clutches again that the score between me and him is settled and a done deal and that he can just saddle a pony and ride off into the sunset with my..."
*The sudden bombardment of booing, that cuts Brock off, is a clear indication of disdain for Brock's using of the word "my" as it disregards their favorite, Tyson Kidd, in every way imaginable.*
"You heard me: MY title and get away with it. Well, I've got news for you, Tyson, screw the fat lady, it ain't over until I say it's over and I say it's over when I'm standing over your lifeless body and MY World Heavyweight Championship is right back around my waist where it belongs. It's a fact, a cold, hard fact that at the Great American Bash, the biggest screw job in the history of professional wrestling took place. When Tyson "beat" me for my title, I should have been granted the right to face him at any given time within 30 days. Of course, I would have chosen The Great American Bash to take on Tyson Kidd and I would have won my title back if not for one man..."
*The dramatic pause is ruined by the booing that starts up again as the crowd takes the pause as an opportunity to shower Brock with their hatred.*
*Said booing intensifies at the mention of "The Pride of Canada".*
"Edge, just like every other milquetoast around here, had to whine and bitch and pout about not getting what they want. So, of course, he started moaning about not facing Tyson for the title when I not only had the right to face Tyson alone but Edge was the very man that I beat to win the World Heavyweight Championship in the tournament a few months back. Therefore, he had absolutely NO business getting a shot at the title that should have only been granted to me in the one on one match that I desired. See, that way, Tyson would have shown everyone what he has made of without any doubts on what he was capable of. That way, we all could see that he wasn't worthy of being champion in the first place and that this brand, this company should be carried on my back like it did in the past and like I should be doing now as your world champion. But thanks to Edge sticking his nose in business, that he had no business being a part of to begin with, now there's uncertainty. Everyone still thinks that Tyson can be relied in as position of world champion and flagbearer for Nitro. Everyone still thinks that I can't get things done on my own and it's all thanks to Edge. This is the kind of adversity that I had to face so many years ago, politics and willing puckering lips just waiting to clamp on the ass of anyone with any pull in the back and because I decided that I have better dignity than that, that I have so much to offer without stooping so low, I'm once again left high and dry."
*It's obvious by the way Lesnar's face twitches with agitation, that the urge to let all his rage loose is held back by very fragile mental restraints and a few more seconds of soaking up the verbal abuse of the Nitro audience is all that it takes to drive Brock over the edge.*
"There is no one, and I mean NO ONE on Nitro who deserves the world title more than me! I'm the most damn legitimate fighter on the planet! I've thrived in other sports and contests all around the world, winning championships and trophies ever since high school while the only ribbon that any of you fat pigs ever earned was for the pie eating contest! Are you even aware of all the opponents I've laid waste to? Shawn Michaels, Edge, The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Undertaker. Legends that most of the wrestling world respects and I crushed 'em all under my boot like it was nothing. I'm king of the Nitro jungle! There is no one here that deserves the opportunity to face Tyson Kidd more than me! No on..."
*Lesnar is cut off by the music of Mr. Anderson and Lesnar looks as pissed as ever. Lesnar just stares down Anderson, as Anderson, with a huge smirk on his face, struts down to the ring and gets in the ring. He motions up to the ceiling for his mic. He then goes to speak, pauses, and gets face to face with Lesnar. Anderson then takes a step back, turns around, scratches his chin, and then turns back to Lesnar.*
Mr. Anderson: No one except... for ME! See Lesnar while you may whine and bitch and moan and cry about not being World Heavyweight Champion, there is one difference between us, at The Great American Bash, unlike you, I won my match! You on the other hand got DDT’ed onto a chair, and that piece of ‘white trash’ as you call it, is up there covering up the evidence that you were the one who got beat on Sunday.
*The crowd oohs and aahs at the insults that Anderson is hurling towards Lesnar.*
Mr. Anderson: I mean you got DDT’ed on a freakin’ chair are you kidding me? My grandmother could’ve kicked out of that.
*The crowd oohs, aahs, and laughs at what Anderson says, and those laughs turns to cheers for Anderson who is on a roll running down Lesnar.*
Mr. Anderson: All petty insults aside Lesnar, we all know you aren’t worth the time of day, you got your rematch at the World Title, you lost, in fact you got pinned, as far as I’m concerned that puts you down at the bottom of the totem pole with the rest of the bottom feeders. Now I know you’ll come back with but you never have beaten me, and while that may be a valid point, I win when it counts, on the biggest stages, under the brightest lights, in the biggest situations. It’s about time that the Head Asshole in Charge here on Nitro gets a shot, it’s what I deserve. I mean I was an Intercontinental Champion, and would still be if not for Rey Mysterio and the rest of his merry men. But what did I do? I did what an asshole could only do, I took care of business. I won my match, Lesnar you lost, and then upon losing came out here and pulled every complaint out of your ass that you could. You even claimed that the World Heavyweight Championship was YOUR title! I mean last time I checked, and I mean I don’t have the best vision, I can thank my grandmother for that, but I don’t see a gold strap around your waist, the only thing I see is that diaper up there on your forehead covering that chair shot you took. So Lesnar… why don’t you take that diaper off your forehead, put it where it belongs, and stop those bullshit excuses from coming out of your ass, because from what I see you aren’t this all powerful being, you aren’t the World Heavyweight Champion, you’re just a little bitch who got DDt’ed on a chair and now wants to get everything handed to him. Ever since I’ve come back I’ve earned everything I’ve gotten, the Intercontinental Championship, that win at The Great American Bash, for god freakin’ sakes I earned my job back in this company. Lesnar, it’s time for this asshole to get a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, it’s my time now, it’s time for MIIISSSS…
Reks appears on stage interrupting Mr. Anderson, who does not look pleased at all by the interruption as the Intercontinental Champion now enters the ring and stare across to Lesnar and Anderson before being handed a mic by a nearby stagehand and chants of Wrecking Ball invade the arena, to which Reks confidently smiles and waves for the crowd to tone it down for him to speak
Reks: I'm sorry Anderson, but if it's anyone's time right now, it's mine!!!
Crowd cheers and briefly resume their Wrecking Ball chants
Reks: See, Lesnar has had his time. He's lost that edge which made it so that he be feared when on the hunt to become or actually be the World Heavyweight Champion. So why he's out here begging for another shot at the gold is beyond me and these fans here tonight. Let's ask them, do you want to see Brock Lesnar fight again for the World Heavyweight Championship?
The infamous NO! NO! NO! chants erupt across the entire arena as Lesnar looks irate
Reks: There you have it, Lesnar. Your time is over and these fans don't want anywhere near the gold anymore, so maybe you should listen to them. Now Anderson.....
Anderson looks towards Reks
Reks: The man who's on everyone's radar. Including mine. See you're like me, you're looking to go further up in the WWE's ladder of success and become the World Heavyweight Champion but here's the difference. I'm going to plow through anyone that gets in my way.
Fans cheer with great emotion.
Reks: And as much as I respect you, when a shot at the gold is on the line, I'm ready to go through to anything to get it. If I become one of the few people in the WWE history to become the holder of both the Intercontinental and World Championships, that's just a plus.
I already said SummerSlam, I make my mark in the wrestling world. I'm known as The Wrecking Ball and come SummerSlam you'll know exactly why.
Randy Orton waltzes out from the back, to a chorus of boos. Orton walks down the ramp, glaring at the three men. He walks around the ring, where he is handed a mic. He proceeds up the steel steps and into the ring, as his music fades.
Orton: So, who decided to have the party and not invite yours truly?
The fans just boo, as Orton smirks for a second, but then goes back to scowling.
Orton: It would appear as though you three think you deserve a title shot. Now, while I may be known as the Legend Killer, and I may have been dispatching my own form of justice lately, it doesn't change the fact I've kept an eye on the title picture. What's better than a legend killer? A legend killer who is the World Champ.
Bischoff: Damn straight!
Orton: Now, do i think any of these men in the ring deserve a shot at the title? You bet your ass I don't. Look at Brock. A former WWE and World Heavyweight Champion. The man who got beat by the pint sized pipsqueke to lose the title in the first place. Seriously Brock, what happened? You were the guy who, when your music hit, people worried about you coming out and just annihilating them. Now, when people here your music, your lucky if they don't fall asleep. The only thing you deserve Brock, is a pink slip, not another shot at the title that you wouldn't win even if you got what you don't deserve.
Tenay: if I were Randy, I'd be careful what I'd say to Brock!
Bischoff: What are you talking about? This is Randy Orton we are looking at. He doesn't fear anyone!
Orton turns to Anderson now.
Orton: Oh yeah, the resident asshole. Let me put this in a way that you might understand Anderson. You, are on this level. *Orton puts one hand out low*, and people like myself, are on this level *Orton raises his hand considerably higher.* To even be worth a title shot, you've got to be at my level. No see, what is more at your pace is the Intercontinental Championship. Something that no one gives a crap about, and wouldn't miss if it wasn't around.
Reks is glaring at Orton.
Orton: Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings champ? You come out here, thinking you would make a good challenger for the World Champ. Well, "wrecking ball", let me give you a dose of reality. You are a good Intercontinental Champ, yeah, I said it. I can recognize some talent when it's shown. That is where it ends though. That is all you will ever be good at. Hell, maybe if you find the right partner, *Orton looks at Anderson*, or the right asshole, you could be a good tag champ, but you would never be a good World Champ. The day you become World Champ, is the day this company goes to shit.
Orton just smirks.
Orton: No see, what this company needs, what Shane needs, is a champ who isn't the size of a girl scout. A champ who isn't some fluffy teddy bear *looks at Lesnar*. A champ who isn't a a complete asshole, or a champ that is a sub par. No...they need someone who is a former World Champ, someone who has shown he has a mean streak, and is willing to do the dirty work that no one else is willing to do, like eliminating legends. Mark my words, two things are going to happen. I will get a title shot and become the World Champ, and I will be the man that finally ends the Undertaker. Now how is that for....
*The crowd is on their feet cheering on the Dead Man*
Tenay: Well here in Nitro, you better be careful what you ask for.
Bischoff: Why is he out here for? Aw come on, we can do without all of his hell and damnation garbage.
Tenay: Why don’t you go tell him that yourself Eric?
*Taker’s music dies down*
Undertaker: I’ve done some things in my life for which I’m not very proud of, and I’m sure there’s been occasions…where I haven’t lived up to someone’s expectations of me. And there is no forgiveness for me for the sin of which I am about to commit. A sin so heinous…but it’s something that must be done. And in the end, not one, but many will rest in peace. And if such is not the case, I alone am willing to serve my penance. I am willing to burn in my own damnation. I am willing to look my destiny in the eye, and go where the Reaper leads me, but that will not happen. Brock, Anderson, Reks and Orton, you all have disappointed me. Is that the best effort that you could put together? And you all have the audacity to come out here and stake your claim in being the next World Heavyweight Champion. I will walk straight through the fires of hell to to claim what belongs to me! And when you look into the eyes of this dead man, you will understand why, I am the most feared entity in the WWE. You will understand why, I am the reaper of wayward souls and you will understand why I am the Lord of Darkness.
*crowd is silent, mesmerized by Undertaker’s words*
Undertaker: You see boys, they once laid me down in a grave as if it would be my final resting place, filling it with the Earth’s rotting soil. They tried to destroy me, wishing I would just go away, but what is it? What have they really done? The simple minds of mortal men, they have sent me back to the place that is my origin. The more they tried to destroy me, the more powerful I became. And now I have risen from my earthly grave and now I will slay the ones I once saved. The reckoning is upon us. The day that I seize your land, will be the day I destroy all that you hold dear, make play things of your heroes and devour your innocence. The plague of darkness is coming, and the all encompassing evil for which there is no escape. No mercy, no hope, that is what your future holds, and in the future I will look down upon thee and I will decide whether you deserve my grace or punishment. The power of darkness shall be offered only to a chosen few, and those that resist the temptations, pain becomes synonymous with punishment. So gentleman, embrace my darkness and relish in the earthly delights that pain has to offer. Resist me, and there are no limits to the torment you subject yourself to. Don’t fight it, it will tear your soul apart. Know this, I am the reaper of men, the chaser of souls, the weaver of nightmares; I am the heart of darkness. I am now and ever will be the purity of evil. The hell you were threatened with as a child is no longer an option, it is a reality, a living breathing reality, and you all are right in the middle of it. Yes, Hell has relocated to Earth. Now you will know why you are afraid of the dark, and you will learn why they call me the Undertaker!
*Loud pop from the crowd*
Undertaker: Brock Lesnar. *Crowd boos* You are a very troubled man. You come here week after week with so much anguish and pain in your heart. I see you Brock as that child that was never nurtured by his mother and father. I see you as that little boy that was left home alone as your parents went out to do as they pleased. Left alone, confused with not other children to interact with. You see Brock, solitude is a bitch and can make a grown man burn with rage and anger. There’s only one way to tame the animal that is angry and full of rage… it must be broken. Brock Lesnar, you can muscle your way here on Nitro, but if I have to, I will be the one to break you and make you bow down to my feet!
*The crowd begins to cheer and chant BROCK WILL BOW…. BROCK WILL BOW*
Undertaker: Mr. Anderson… you poor unfortunate soul. From what I understand, you’re an asshole you are not afraid of no man. Well I am no ordinary man Anderson. I’ve taken the liberty to build a special casket for you, and seeing as how you are not afraid, I would like for you to take a look inside…no actually I dare you to look inside, go ahead, take a peak, look and see what fate has in store for you. After I’m done with you son, fear will be your only driver and will take you for the ride of your life!
*Mr. Anderson is irate and yelling at the Undertaker*
Undertaker: Tyler Reks… *crowd cheers* it’s time to take you on a journey, a trip back to the old school. I’ve seen you make your mark here in the WWE and you are quite impressive, but that doesn’t work for me. Taking on the Dead Man will be Hell on Earth for you boy, and there will be hell to pay. You see Tyler, without death there cannot be life, so all things must die. If your journey takes you into my realm, then the outlook for your future doesn’t look bright. Be careful and choose your path wisely.
Undertaker: Randy, Randy, Randy… don’t think for one minute that I’ve forgotten about you. You come out here and start throwing out your poisonous lies about becoming champion and ending my streak at Wrestlemania. You shouldn’t be concerned with that, what you should concern yourself with, is what I’m going to do to you physically. And even more importantly than that Randy, what I’m going to do to your soul. Because I don’t need to out perform you, and I don’t need to steal the show. But when I take center ring and stand before my peers and all of the world…you then will see first hand that I am the most dangerous entity that has ever stepped foot in this ring. You claim that you’re the viper. Well, the only way to deal with a dangerous venemous snake, is to cut its head off. Randy, that won’t be a hard thing to do. Orton, you have chosen the wrong person to play mind games with. And it’s only gonna makes thinks worst for you in the end. You are truly an icon amongst men..but many have tried taking me on and those same men have fallen! Your fate will be no different. So Randy, I tell you this. Just like Brock, Anderson and Reks… you all WILL REST IN PEACE!
*Kevin Steen walks down the ramp, without SCUM by his side. He collects a mic from ringside, before sliding into the ring.*
Steen: Excuse me ladies and gentleman, but this, is the time, of Kevin Steen to become the World Heavyweight Cham-
Tenay: It appears the boss doesn't want to hear from Steen!
Bischoff: It's because Steen's reasoning is so obvious, and known to be true!
Tenay: Whatever he's doing out here though, he has a dilemma on his hands!
Bischoff: I'd say, Brock, Kevin and Randy all have viable claims to be called the number 1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. This just leaves the question of whether to punish Ken, Tyler and Undertaker because of trying to persuade the boss to make the wrong decision.
*Shane O'Mac stands on the ramp, as the six men in the ring looks on.*
Shane: Excuse me gentleman, but all this disagreeing with one another is well, worthless. For the biggest party of the summer – Summerslam, I have chosen the biggest number 1 contender available And by this time next week, he will be the name on the lips of everyone.
However, for Money in the Bank, a new number 1 contender will be needed. And as each of you have valid reasons to become the number 1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. So, next week, there will be two triple threat matches, involving you 6. The two winners, will face off at Summerslam, where the number 1 contendership to the title will be up for grabs. Then, the match at Money in the Bank, will be one of you 6, versus Tyson Kidd, or his Summerslam opponent.
But for tonight, I need a main event. So lets have a six-man tag team bout! It'll be Brock Lesnar, Kevin Steen, and Randy Orton, versus The Undertaker, Intercontinental Champion Tyler Reks, and... a mystery superstar! Mr. Anderson, you're competing in a match already tonight, so I pulled a few strings, and Tyler and 'Taker, will have a new partner tonight! But you'll have to wait, to see who he is.
*Shane goes backstage, as the six men in the ring stares at the others. Kevin Steen and Randy Orton are quick to leave the ring, Steen going through the crowd, while Orton goes up the ramp, as the four men in the ring look at those retreating, before the camera cuts to a commercial.*
Tenay: Back from the ad-break, and what an announcement Shane McMahon made before the break.
Bischoff: A tournament to crown a new number 1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!
Tenay: Stupid question, but who will go onto Summerslam in this number 1 contenders match Eric?
Bischoff: It's hard to look past Brock. The former World Heavyweight Champion for a reason, and he's yet to lose in a one-on-one match since coming to Nitro, with the exception of when Tyson Kidd cashed in his Money in the Bank briefcase on him
Tenay: Well, I'm going to go for Tyler Reks. He's been the Intercontinental Champion for over 2 months now, and he's proved to be too much for most of the Nitro roster. In my opinion, Tyler Reks is one of the most under-rated people on Nitro, and he deserves to move forward into, the main event, and this tournament could be his springboard.
Bischoff: Speaking of tournaments, next we have a Road to Triumph rematch. The only draw in the tournament consisted of Eve vs. Tamina, and next, we have that rematch!
Tenay: If you had to compare these females, to a male wrestler on the Nitro roster, who would it be Eric.
Bischoff: Eve, to me, is a female Edge. She uses her brains to get what she wants, and she's one of the most under-appreciated members on the roster. Tamina, is like Tyler Reks. She's strong, she's had little exposure compared to others before re-joining the WWE, but she still lacks that certain something, that screams “star”!
Tenay: Tamina finished with the second lowest total in the Road to Triumph tournament, while Eve finished sixth – 40 odd points between them! It's no denying Tamina is the underdog, but Tamina is purely focused on in-ring competition, unlike Eve, who's focused on becoming sole GM of Raw.
Bischoff: That means nothing! Eve deserves to oust Teddy Long, and simultaneously become one of the top divas in the WWE! Tonight she proves it!
Match 1. Eve v. Tamina (Beth)
*Eve kicks the knee of Tamina, dropping her down to the floor. Eve climbs to the top rope, and goes for a diving crossbody to the outside, but Tamina catches her, and lands a backbreaker! Tamina takes the top half of the steel steps, and pushes them away. She then pulls Eve up, and lifts her for a suplex, before dropping her onto the steel steps!
Tamina throws Eve into the ring, before sliding in herself. She motions for the Samoan Drop, and lifts her into a firemans carry position, but Eve lands an elbow to the head, and slips out behind, before going for a schoolboy pin:
Both divas bounce to their feet, as Eve lands a clothesline, which causes Tamina to stumble into the corner. Eve lands a backhand chop to the chest, before pushing Tamina away, and climbing onto the second rope. She jumps, and lands a diving Lou Thesz Press. Eve covers again:
1...........2...........Tamina powers out!
Eve gets to her feet, and stomps on Tamina, but Tamina is able to pull herself to her knees. Eve lands a double axe handle to the back, which causes Tamina to fall on her stomach. Eve rolls Tamina over, and motions for the standing moonsault, but Tamina gets to her knees, and lands a chop block.
Eve drops to her knees, as Tamina stands, and throws Eve shoulder first into the steel post. Tamina then pulls Eve out, and slams her head on the turnbuckle. She then runs against the opposite ropes, before landing an explosive clothesline.
Tamina pulls Eve to her feet, and places her head between the second and third ropes. Tamina goes to the apron, before landing a big boot to the head of Eve! Eve drops to her knees, but her neck is still between the ropes, as Tamina grabs Eve's head, and lands a modified DDT to the ring apron!
Tamina re-enters the ring, as Eve lies on the floor. She isn't moving, as Tamina pulls her to her feet by the hair. She lifts the dead weight onto her shoulders, before landing the Samoan Drop. Tamina hooks the far leg, before covering:
Tenay: Wow. What a display by Tamina. She destroyed Eve.
Bischoff: Eve was doing tremendously before the standing moonsault attempt, but Tamina has shocked me! I'm in awe!
Tenay: That DDT was devastating, but Tamina has proved she deserves to be the big leagues
*Tamina runs her fingers through her hair and jumps about the ring before she starts to speak*
Tamina: Well I think from the performance, we can all say in agreement, the warrior princess is back! Yes that is the Tamina that we all know and love, the ass kicker, the bitch beater and the diva with a future!
*The crowd cheers in agreement*
Tamina: Look we all know that, I did not perform to my best in Road to Triumph, lets he blunt here, it was a travesty that I could not show what I can do, how I can perform. I had a great start to my career here in the WWE, I made my benchmark and I had a lot to live up to in this tournament, I did not live up to that expectation.. I am sorry about that, to all my fans and those who shower me with praise no matter what the outcome. So I am making a promise to those guys out here and in the back, Tamina is back and her to cement her name into WWE history.
I want that challenge, I want that battle, name the time, opponent and stipulation, I will be there, I will be ready and I will win!
The diva that personifies strength, determinism and hard work is back *looks over at Eve who's slowly walking back up the ramp* with a bang!
Tenay: It's hard to argue with Tamina. That was an impressive victory over one of WWE's elite!
Bischoff: Eve may be a terrific performer, but wait for Tamina to beat the likes of Kelly Kelly, and Lita, before saying how good she is.
Tenay: Well, now we have to move on, and we can hear from Steve Corino, and Jimmy Jacobs!
*Corino and Jacobs are backstage and looking quote happy*
Corino: Tonight, me and Jimmy set out to change the WWE Tag Division and prove that S.C.U.M is more than just Kevin Steen. Tonight we face off against James Storm and Bobby Rhode, collectively known as Beer Money, which is a perfect name, cause that's exactly what the use their paychecks for!
Jacobs: Booby and James are nothing compared to the awesomeness that is myself and Steve Corino! Beer Money, you are just a stepping stone to things to come for us. We will beat you and than set our sights on becoming the WWE Tag Team Champions, which honestly shouldn't be hard. I mean the current champs are... Wait, Steve.. Who the hell are the Tag Team Champions?
Corino: Um.. Good question Jimmy.. I have no freaking clue who the champions are! Ha, that says something when we have no idea who they champs are..
Jacobs: That we don't pay enough attention?
Corino: No.. That they are worth us knowing who they are! See, thats the problem with the Tag Team division, nobody cares enough to know who the damn champions are! That will change soon and we will make it so the people have no choice but to care! S.C.U.M will change the WWE Tag Tam Division, we will bring change! S.C.U.M makes history starting tonight!
Tenay: Strong words there by S.C.U.M., and they're in action – next!
Bischoff: I don't understand how these 2 have a job here!
Tenay: They're both former TNA World, and Tag, Champions. They've accomplished more than many of your beloved superstars, such as Corino and Jacobs, plus, who doesn't love Beer? Or Money, for that matter?
Bischoff: They're just Average Joes! And Average Joes have no place in the WWE, where you have to be unique, and have that special something, to make it big!
Tenay: But being normal, relatable to the audience, is what makes them so successful!
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Tenay: Here is the chance of S.C.U.M. to prove they're capable of becoming successful here on Nitro, without their ring-leader, Kevin Steen!
Bischoff: Of course they are! They don't need Steen, Steen doesn't need them! But it doesn't hurt to have an insurance policy. Brock Lesnar is better with Paul Heyman or Sable by his side, but more than capable without. Edge is better with Lita, than without, but a multi-time World Heavyweight Champion with her. I could go on all day.
Tenay: But those are just certain examples. Hulk Hogan with Jimmy Hart. Hulk Hogan with Shawn Michaels – they were better opponents than allies! Hell, even Hulk Hogan was held back with someone who is attention-seeking, glory-hogging, arrogant, worthless, and an egotistical asshole, A.K.A. Eric Bischoff by his side!
Bischoff: Hey! I came up with the N.W.O. dammit!
Match 2. Beer Money Inc. (James Storm and Bobby Roode) vs. S.C.U.M. (Steve Corino and Jimmy Jacobs)
*Corino picks up Storm, and lands an atomic drop. Storm rests on the ropes, before Corino dropkicks Storm over the top rope. Meanwhile, the two legal men are on the floor in the ring. Corino picks up Roode, and throws him over the top rope onto the apron. Corino goes to knock Roode to the floor, but Roode lands a shoulder to the midsection. Roode drops to the floor, and trips up Corino, and drags him out of the ring, before throwing him into the barrier.
Roode re-enters the ring, but gets taken down by a shoulder block from Jacobs. Jacobs lands an elbow drop, before kicking Roode under the bottom rope, to where Storm is. Corino gets onto the apron, and tags in, before Jacobs waits for Beer Money to get to their feet, before landing a suicide dive!
Jacobs throws Roode into the ring, where Corino waits for him to get up. When he does, Corino charges, and lands the Old School Lariat! Corino covers
Corino is surprised at Roode kicking out, and gets to his feet. He pulls Roode up, and goes for the Old School Bomb, but Roode counters with a back body drop! Corino reaches his feet, but Roode lands a flying forearm. Roode goes over to Jacobs, and grabs his neck, before dropping it onto the apron, sending him to the mat.
Storm enters the ring, as Roode kicks Corino in the gut. They lift him up, before landing their signature double suplex! They do their “Beer Money” taunt, before Storm stalks Corino. Corino stands, as Storm goes for the Last Call Superkick, but Corino ducks, and lands his own Old School Kick! Storm drops down, but Roode catches Corino with a small package!
Tenay: Beer Money did it! They got the win!
Bischoff: This isn't fair! The illegal man of James Storm distracted Corino!
*Corino looks shocked at being caught by the pin, and knocks down Roode with a clothesline. Jacobs enter the ring, as they begin stomping on Storm. Jacobs picks up Storm, and places him in a Full Nelson, as Corino lays into Storm with punches. Roode manages to get to his feet, but S.C.U.M. doesn't notice. Roode turns Corino around, and throws him over the top rope. Jacobs releases Storm, and goes for a clothesline on Roode, but Roode ducks, and kicks Jacobs in the gut, before following that off with the Fisherman Suplex! Jacobs rolls to the floor, as Roode checks on Storm*
Tenay: What does this do for S.C.U.M. now?
Bischoff: This is a fluke! Roode attacked Corino from behind!
Tenay: Only after Corino and Jacobs attacked Storm!
Bischoff: That's totally irrelevant!
Tenay: Before the break, we saw tag team action between 2 established tag teams, but now, we have 2 enemies teaming up, against 1 rival, and his mystery partner!
Bischoff: Rey Mysterio and Christopher Daniels will put their differences aside, to take on one of the contenders in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament, Mr. Anderson, and a partner, hand picked, by Shane McMahon!
Tenay: Who do you think the mystery partner will be Eric?
Bischoff: Predictably, Jay Lethal is an obvious choice. He's had his problems with these 3 men recently. However, Shane, as the greatest authority figure in Nitro history – besides yours truly – he could throw us a curve ball, with someone new, say AJ Styles, Chavo Guerrero, or Jeff Hardy. Someone who's had difficulties with the known participants in the match
*Anderson stands on the ramp, as his music stops. He motions to the titantron-*
Tenay: Damn Daniels! He's not the mystery partner! He's just disrespecting Anderson, by interrupting him!
Bischoff: This is a genius tactic! This is mind games Daniels is playing with Ken. Christopher knows exactly what he's doing
Tenay: But has he just angered Anderson, and even the mystery opponent.
Bischoff: If he has, that will be their downfall. There's no denying that.
*Daniels makes his way out on the ramp and just smirks at Anderson while drinking his appletini.
Daniels: Hold it Kenny boy, at the Great American Bash you may have won, but because of those little rats running around the ring with us, you only gained a hollow victory by beating some no named loser. I wasn't pinned Ken, nor did I tap out out to your "superior" technical skills. You were in the right place at the right time and that is all there is to it. Tonight is a new night and I plan on making sure I give you that loss you deserved at the Bash.
As far as this being a tag match goes, I have to team with that two faced little dog, Mysterio against you and a mystery partner. Even thought Ray is a washed up has been, I have enough talent in my pinky alone to carry that dead weight. As far as your partner, it doesn't matter who you pick, what they have done, or even how many men you bring, I will just knock him back down into the pit you pulled him out of. I will be his savior tonight and deliver him into the pits of hell to put an end to his suffering because I am the Fallen Angel and I can do whatever I want.
*Daniels drops his mic and pranced down to the ring posing to the fans and finishing off his drink.
Bischoff: The greatest high-flyer in WWE History. Arguably, no longer the underdog, but now, the top dog!
Tenay: This new attitude in Rey is what has included him in this rivalry with Anderson and Daniels, so is it for the better?
Bischoff: I think so. Rey may yet to have been in a title match since Nitro's re-branding, but he is one person, who you can never rule out, and tonight could be his new beginning
*Mysterio enters the ring, but stares at Daniels, before climbing the turnbuckle, and soaking in the crowd's heat. He jumps down, as they turn to Mr. Anderson, who's still on the ramp. Anderson motions to the titantron, once more, as:*
Bischoff: What the hell!
Tenay: It's the Hurricane! Hurricane Helms is back in the WWE!
Bischoff: This joke, thinks he can beat Daniels and Mysterio?
Tenay: He's chokeslammed, and pinned, the Rock! How many other people can claim doing just one of those things?
*The tension that fills the air quickly dies as the triumphant music of wrestling's most renowned superhero plays on the PA system. The massive cheering fit of the fans, along with the prospect of the Hurricane soon appearing, causes Mr. Anderson to look behind him at the backstage curtain, waiting for a fast blur of green to shoot out from behind. Instead, the Hurricane's emblem illuminates the top of the ramp in the form of a spotlight. In no time at all, the Hurricane slowly descends down into the focal point of the light.......upside down.......dangling by a foot caught in the harness aiding his "grand entrance". The music immediately cuts and some of the fans can't help from laughing at the hysterical spectacle. With a mic in hand, The Hurricane sheepishly calls for assistance, pointing at Anderson.*
"Uh...a little help if you will, noble denizen."
*Mr. Anderson slowly walks over to the Hurricane, clearly befuddled at what just transpired. Gripping and jostling the harness for a bit, Hurricane is finally released from the snare and falls flat on his face. For a few seconds, Hurricane remains motionless until he suddenly springs to life, standing with his head held high, arms crossed......cape draped over his head. Anderson facepalms and removes the cape.*
"Thanks for the hurri-help, denizen! Keep up the good work and I just might promote you to sidekick! Of course, you don’t scream…”cape” fan to me. Maybe you can sport a silver bodysuit…no wait, Silver Surfer’s got you beat there. Hmmm….and of course, we’ll have to get you some gadg…"
*Anderson opens his mouth to object but Hurricane cuts him off.*
"No need to thank me! It's all in a hero's job for you see Anderson, like any good superhero does, I always have my ears open for cries of distress from the pure hearted in need if a shining knight in green armor and my eyes open for the scum who wish to make things worse for the wrestlers, who put their bodies on the line every single week for all of these kind hearted folks out here, and most importantly for the WWE Universe. As some of you might know, I surveyed this company for many years, keeping my eyes peeled for any evildoers that wrecked havoc and made trouble. Of course, I took care of them but no superhero can stay in the same hotspot especially when there were other beds of crime out there just waiting for the right person to make it so, having faith in the WWE, I made my leave of absence, hoping that truth, justice and honor would prevail. And although the forces of evil did indeed rise again from time to time, it was nothing that couldn’t be handled without my help. I mean, c’mon, the Nexus? Pssssh. Super Cena cleaned their cuckoo clocks faster than The Flash takes to pass a bowel movement. Hahahaha!”
*The Hurricane guffaws at his horrible quip but soon, the laughing stops and for the first time since his appearance, his mood regresses into a more solemn and depressed one.*
“But unfortunately, it appears that in my absence, things have taken a turn for the worse. For you see, while I was in my secret base, the Hurricave, ready to scope out the perimeter for more crime to crush under my green thumb…after I was done using the Hurri-Monitor to finish up the episode of “Psych” that I DVR’d, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I flipped over to the USA Network and saw all the carnage and chaos being done by the notorious group called The UK.”
“Oh yes. The Hurricane was quite distraught as well. But you see, that was just the beginning. You also had nefarious men such as Chris Jericho…”
*Booing gets louder.*
“The vain and not so perfect All American Perfection…”
*Booing gets even louder.*
“And of course, the Jezebel of all Jezebels, Eve Torres.”
*Holy eardrums! Someone get Hurricane his Hurri-plugs for his ears!*
“I was in absolute shock to see all the horror taking place on a once great wrestling show where fans could watch the wrestlers entertain them. A few bad eggs here and there but overall, a wholesome and clean product and a worthwhile investment. But it got even worse from there and that’s exactly why I’m here tonight. RAW was indeed bad but Nitro was even worse off, decadence, mayhem, chaos and anarchy everywhere I looked. No corner of this brand seemed clean. You have the menacing monster known as Brock Lesnar, a terrorist who aims to turn the world of wrestling upside down and watch it burn, Dean Ambrose, arrogant bedfellows who flaunt their wealth and notoriety along with that annoying spokesperson of theirs, The Primetime Players…”
*The Hurricane pauses mid-speech and turns his attention to Daniels and Mysterio, who still aren’t too pleased with the Hurricane coming back.*
“And of course, this pond scum that’s standing in the ring, Daniels and Rey Mysterio. WHAT’S UP WIT DAT?! But now, this is where justice, where respect, where everything that is good takes a stand and tonight, Mr. Anderson, we’ll do it together right here, right now in front of all of your loyal assholes AND the Hurrifans in the building! So Daniels, you’re an angel that’s not going to earn their wings but get their wings clipped and as far as Mysterio goes, the only number that you’re going to be dialing up after me and Anderson get through with you is 9…1…1!”
*Leaning forward and raising his left forearm in front of his face, Hurricane gets ready to charge to the ring but makes on last battle cry to amp the fans up.*
“So stand in the back, board up your windows and stock up on Band-Aids for your imminent boo-boos because there’s a huricaaaaaaaaaane coming through and he’s pissed!”
Match 3: Christopher Daniels and Rey Mysterio (Kazarian) vs. The Hurricane (Styles) and Mr. Anderson (Angle)
*Mysterio stands on the top rope, and leaps, landing the West Coast Pop on Hurricane. Mysterio bounces off the ropes, as Hurricane gets to his feet, as Mysterio goes for a hurricarana, but the Hurricane catches him on one shoulder, and lands a running powerslam. Hurricane allows Mysterio to sit up, and goes for the Shining Wizard, but Mysterio lies on his back, dodging the knee, and catches Hurricane with a schoolboy
Both men get to their feet, as Hurricane lands an arm drag. Mysterio lands in a seated position, resting against the corner, as Hurricane tags out to Anderson. Anderson drops to the floor, and grabs Mysterio's arms, stretching them out of the ring, as Hurricane bounces off the ropes, and lands a dropkick to Mysterio's stomach. Before Hurricane can do anything else, Daniels enters the ring, and lifts him on his shoulders, landing a Samoan Drop.
Anderson enters the ring, and drops Daniels with a right hand. Daniels gets straight up to his feet, but Anderson lands a running elbow. Daniels rolls to the apron, but Anderson kicks Daniels in the gut, and suplex's him into the ring. Anderson picks up Daniels, but gets a poke to the eye.
Daniels whips Anderson into the ropes, and lands a flapjack onto the top ropes. Daniels covers Anderson, but the referee informs him that Mysterio is the legal man. Daniels argues with the referee, as Hurricane enters the ring, and dumps Daniels to the floor.
Anderson and Mysterio both stand, as Anderson lifts Mysterio up for the rolling firemans carry, but Mysterio slips out the back, and dropkicks Anderson in the middle of the ropes. Mysterio runs against the opposite ropes, and goes for the 619, but Anderson catches Mysterio's legs. Anderson pulls his legs into the ring, as Mysterio's back rests on the second rope, as Anderson falls back, slingshotting Mysterio's neck into the top rope!
Mysterio falls into the ring, as Anderson jumps onto the second rope. He tags out to the Hurricane, who enters the ring, and holds the arms of Mysterio, as Anderson lands an elbow drop. Hurricane goes for the pin:
Hurricane pulls Mysterio up, and lands a scoop slam. He picks Mysterio up again, and rests him in the corner. Anderson tags in, but he grabs the neck of Mysterio from the apron, as Hurricane lands a backhand chop.*
Tenay: Anderson and the Hurricane are looking like a well oiled tag team here!
Bischoff: Very surprising, seeing how Anderson only found out he was teaming with the Hurricane at the start of the match!
*Anderson enters the ring, and climbs to the second rope, and lands a double axe handle. Anderson holds Mysterio, as Hurricane tags in. Hurricane climbs to the top rope, but Mysterio pushes Anderson off into the ropes, causing Hurricane to slip. Meanwhile, Mysterio uses this distraction to dropkick Anderson out of the ring.
Mysterio climbs to the top rope, and lands a Super-Frankensteiner to Hurricane. Hurricane bounces on the floor, as Mysterio springboards off the ropes, and lands a body splash. Mysterio drags Hurricane to his feet, before landing a drop toe hold, sending Hurricane between the 2nd and 3rd ropes.
Mysterio rebounds off the ropes, and goes for the 619 once more, but this time – it connects! Mysterio climbs to the top rope, as Daniels grabs the blind tag, but Mysterio lands the body splash! Rey hooks the far leg, but Daniels enters the ring, and the referee says Daniels got the tag. Mysterio is infuriated, and screams at Daniels, who pushes Mysterio away. Mysterio shakes his head, before going to the apron. Mysterio leaves to the apron, as Daniels goes to the corner. He goes for the BME, but Hurricane gets his knees up!
Hurricane crawls over to Anderson, and tags in! Anderson enters the ring, and goes for a roundhouse kick on Daniels. Daniels ducks, but Anderson hits him the second time round! He throws Mysterio over the top rope, into the ring, before landing a rolling firemans carry! Anderson climbs to the top rope, and lands the Kenton Bomb on Mysterio! Mysterio rolls out of the ring, as Daniels gets to his feet. Anderson grabs Daniels, and lands the Mic Check! Anderson goes to cover, but the Hurricane is pleading for a tag. Anderson tags in the Hurricane, who sits up Daniels. Hurricane bounces off the ropes, and lands the Shining Wizard! Hurricane covers:
Tenay: Hurricane and Mr. Anderson wins!
Bischoff: All because of a technicality! Mysterio and Daniels had the match won!
Tenay: But they couldn't work together, unlike the terrific pairing of Mr. Anderson, and the Hurricane!
Bischoff: I wouldn't call them terrific. I'd call them lucky! They may have lost in their first, and probably last match, as a tag team, but they both are singles wrestlers!
Tenay: You mentioned they lost in their first match together, but now we can go backstage, to hear from someone who lost in his first match on Nitro – John Morrison!
*The camera cuts backstage, and shows John Morrison in the locker room.*
John Morrison: Last Nitro, the World Heavyweight Champion took on the Shaman of Sexy – the Thursday Night Delight! And John Morrison, narrowly lost out, to Tyson Kidd. But Tyson, I know you, we've worked together in the past. But you have no talent! You were the real loser last week!
You got lucky! But this week, I take on “The One”, “The Badass” Billy Gunn! And with or without Road Dogg at ringside, John Morrison will rightly take his place, as at the top of the WWE, at the top of Nitro! Then I want you again Tyson! I will take your title from you! Be it next week. Be it at Summerslam. Or be it in three years time! That title, belongs to me!
Tenay: Before the break, we heard from John Morrison, and next, we have him in action, against one half of the New Age Outlaws – “The Badass” Billy Gunn!
Bischoff: If John Morrison gave the World Heavyweight Champion a run for his money, then how can the zero time World Champion, Billy Gunn, expect to win?
Tenay: This is only Morrison's second match in quite a few months, when Billy Gunn, along with Road Dogg, were victorious only last Sunday, at the Great American Bash.
Bischoff: But how long has it been since Billy Gunn won in a one-on-one match? Can he get the job done without Road Dogg? I don't think so
Tenay: I disagree! Billy Gunn is a former King of the Ring, and has held singles titles. He is more than capable of winning without Dogg.
Bischoff: Does Cryme Tyme still want respect, despite losing at the Great American Bash?
Tenay: I think the New Age Outlaws showed Cryme Tyme respect, just by giving them a good match at the pay-per-view. New Age Outlaws always respected the young ones, but by saving them from the Prime Time Players, Cryme Tyme became agitated they couldn't get the job done by himself.
Bischoff: He shows he respects Morrison more than Cryme Tyme, purely by coming down here, without “The Road Dogg” Jessie James!
Match 4: John Morrison vs. Billy Gunn (Ziggler)
*Gunn waits for Morrison to get to his feet, and grabs the leg. He lands a dragon screw whip, which sends Morrison under the bottom rope, to the floor. Gunn leaves the ring, and throws Morrison into the steel steps. Morrison screams in pain, but Gunn picks him up, and lands snake eyes onto the ringside barrier.
Billy Gunn throws Morrison into the ring, but is distracted by Cryme Tyme coming down the ramp. Gunn stares at the approaching tag team, as they grab steel chairs, and sets them up at ringside. Gunn slides into the ring, as Cryme Tyme sit, but Morrison lifts Gunn up in an electric chair position, before dropping Gunn on his back.
JTG and Shad applaud Morrison from ringside, as Morrison picks up Gunn's leg, before kicking the back of the knee, and dropping his elbow on it. Morrison turns Gunn over, and stands on his knee, using the ropes for extra pressure. The referee reaches a count of 4, before Morrison lets go, and he goes for the cover:
Morrison picks up Gunn, and goes for the Moonlight Drive, however, Gunn twists out, and lands an European Uppercut! Morrison backs into the ropes, as Gunn whips him into the opposite ropes, and on the return, lands a hip toss. Gunn bounces off the ropes, and lands a knee drop, before turning to Cryme Tyme.
He picks up Morrison, and positions him for a suplex, whilst keeping his eyes on Cryme Tyme. He lifts Morrison up for a stalling suplex, whilst staring at Cryme Tyme. He holds Morrison high for around 10 seconds, but Morrison lands a punch to the head, which causes Gunn to drop Morrison behind him, as Morrison lands a German Suplex! Morrison bridges:
Morrison does his slow-motion taunt, causing the crowd to jeer, as he waits for Gunn to stand. When Gunn stands, he kicks him in the gut. He lifts him up for a powerbomb. Gunn lands punches to the skull, and manages to twist 90 degrees, before falling, and landing the Fame-Asser!
Cryme Tyme stands, as Road Dogg comes sprinting down to ringside, and stands between Cryme Tyme and the ring. Billy Gunn stares at the fallen Morrison, before turning to Cryme Tyme. He picks up Morrison, and places him into a Cobra Clutch. He faces Cryme Tyme, before landing the One and Only! Gunn hooks the far leg, whilst staring at Cryme Tyme
Tenay: Billy Gunn wins!
Bischoff: He cheated! Road Dogg distracted Morrison!
Tenay: What a load of crap! Cryme Tyme distracted Gunn, which caused Morrison to gain the advantage. When Morrison was already down and out, then Road Dogg came down to ringside!
*Road Dogg slides into the ring, and raises the arm of his tag partner, before pointing at Cryme Tyme. JTG whispers to Shad, as Cryme Tyme slowly retreat up the ramp. They shout at the New Age Outlaws, who just stare on at them*
Bischoff: It appears this isn't over!
Tenay: It would've been, if Cryme Tyme didn't almost cost Billy Gunn his match!