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Card looks great.
Matt Hardy & Bryan Danielson, Shelton Benjamin, Cheerleader Melissa & Beth Phoenix, Vladimir Kozlov, Jimmy Jacobs & Delirious & Festus all to win quote Cattle MutilationLOL! ------------------- | |
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![]() MONDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN | Quicken Loans Arena | Cleveland, Ohio (CLEVELAND CAVALIERS - NEXT NBA CHAMPS. BE JEALOUS.) Tag Team Main Event - No Disqualification Matt Hardy & Bryan Danielson versus Jeff Hardy & Rey Mysterio Matt is so cool. 3: United States Championship Match Shelton Benjamin (c) versus Carlito If he loses to Carlito of all people, CM... Throwdown vs. Rampage Divas Challenge Nikki & Brie Bella versus Cheerleader Melissa & Beth Phoenix Hate the Bella's. Bonus Match Vladimir Kozlov versus R-Truth lol'd irl at this matches description. And Kozlov can't lose when he sets his mind to something. =o Six Man Tag Match Brian Kendrick & Jay Briscoe & Mark Briscoe versus Jimmy Jacobs & Delirious & Festus Love Jimmy too much to vote against him, even if I vote against Kendrick. ------------------- | |
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![]() MONDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN | Quicken Loans Arena | Cleveland, Ohio (CLEVELAND CAVALIERS - NEXT NBA CHAMPS. BE JEALOUS.) Tag Team Main Event - No Disqualification Matt Hardy & Bryan Danielson versus Jeff Hardy & Rey Mysterio United States Championship Match Shelton Benjamin(c) versus Carlito Throwdown vs. Rampage Divas Challenge Nikki & Brie Bella versus Cheerleader Melissa & Beth Phoenix Bonus Match Vladimir Kozlov versus R-Truth Six Man Tag Match Brian Kendrick & Jay Briscoe & Mark Briscoe versus Jimmy Jacobs & Delirious & Festus ------------------- Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
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Hardy & Danielson, Shelton Benjamin, Melissa & Phoenix, Koslov & Kendrick and The Briscoes all to win =)
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Fanks, guys. Before I read Cradle Shock's new posts in his diary and get working on the show, I just wanted to post the Stigma header that was going to go in the ROH diary. I think it's the sex. Also, if any of you have a roster pic of Santina Marella (please note the a), then it'd be awesome if you could send it over to me.
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quote ![]() MONDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN | Quicken Loans Arena | Cleveland, Ohio BAAWROOOOONGGGGG The crowd jumped up in excitement and cheered as the Quicken Loans Arena lights dimmed and were replaced with a dim purple glow. Smoke began pouring out of the stage, soon blanketing the entire arena floor with dense fog as fire blazed off on the sides of the stage. BAAWROOOOONGGGGG The crowd cheered once more as the bell reverberated throughout the arena, shaking the very walls and foundation of the building. BAAWROOOOONGGGGG And the funeral music began, bringing the few remaining fans to their feet as the Undertaker appeared, a fierce yet somewhat-satisfied look on his face, as though the side of his lip curled just enough to let everyone know that he had a champion's grin to go along with the new, gleaming Throwdown World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He slowly made his way down to the ring, repeating the theatrics that had made him famous throughout his career. He entered the ring, taking his hat off and rolling his eyes into the back of his head as thunder clapped down on the four ring posts and rumbled throughout the arena. Taker requested a microphone, and what the Deadman requested, the Deadman got. Tony Chimel nearly fell flat on his ass when he handed over the microphone, then nearly wet his pants when Taker glared down at him for fumbling the mic in his hands. Taker snatched the mic away and scanned the arena, his stare piercing the hearts of those they fell upon. He raised the mic to his mouth and said: The Undertaker: EIGHTEEN AND O! The crowd roared themselves hoarse cheering for the Deadman and his undefeated Wrestlemania streak. The Undertaker: When will the world learn? You can put any man in front of me and I will take them out. Even if the man is bigger and stronger, I shall take them out, for if you step into my yard, your only destiny is HELL! And fire exploded out of the turnbuckle posts, the crowd finding a second breath to roar in support once again. Taker looked down at the title on his shoulder then took it off, examining his face in the gold plate as a smile appeared on his face. The Undertaker: Seven World Championships... It may seem like an accomplishment... Hell, it is an accomplishment. However, I will not fool anyone in telling them the true underlying factor in that statistic. Seven World Championships means I have lost those same championship titles six times. Well I can guarantee you, my demons of the night, I shall never lose a World Championship ever again! Another bell began chiming throughout the arena, but this one did not have the same effect as before. This one clanged repeatedly, and agonizingly familiar clanging that only brought one response from the FTW Universe: Boos. The next moment, Throwdown General Manager John Bradshaw Layfield appeared on the entrance stage, a wide smile on his face and his suit spotless. His cowboy hat was custom-fit to his head, and if JBL was a king then that hat would be his crown. He had a microphone in his hands and he waited for the crowd to die down before speaking. John Bradshaw Layfield: Thank you, Cleveland! Thank you for your kind reception, I do appreciate it. How are those Browns doing? Umm anyway, I'm just going to cut straight to the chase: WELCOME ladies and gentlemen... TO MONDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN! Some fans cheered, but the majority couldn't take JBL's words very warmly or seriously, considering the source. John Bradshaw Layfield: Last night, Wrestlemania 26 was the highest-grossing Pay Per View of all time! Over 70,000 fans were jam-packed at Ford Field in Detroit, and tens of millions of people around the world tuned in to see the Pay Per View for themselves. To say the very least, Full Throttle Wrestling has quite a budget surplus after last night and John Bradshaw Layfield just received a huge paycheck in the mail this morning! I am a very happy man, ladies and gentlemen! The crowd booed, angry that a sucker like JBL could be getting millions of dollars while they struggled with this downturn of the economy. John Bradshaw Layfield: Thank you, again. Well everyone knows that when a man like JBL is happy, a man like JBL is generous. I'm willing to give you people what you want, and even though I'm living it up in my NYC penthouse and dining with the mayor, I'm still just a good 'ol boy from Texas and I know what you---erm---little people appreciate. What do you want? Well I'll tell you what you want! You want the new Throwdown World Heavyweight Championship in action tonight! The crowd finally cheered for something that JBL had to say. It was uncertain whether or not Undertaker was perturbed by this, however his eyes did seem to flicker in response. John Bradshaw Layfield: Deadman, you are right! You've been able to take out every man that's ever stepped into your yard. Well I am a very persistent man, and now that I think about it, Deadman, you beat me up a fair amount of times yourself! You certainly didn't extend my career---or my life for that matter in any of those battles, but no matter. I'm the new Throwdown General Manager, after all! And with that power, Deadman, I'm going to try and do the impossible: Break your Wrestlemania streak. But oh no, don't think that I'm going to step into the ring with you, no! As I said, I'm the new Throwdown GM, I have a good new career ahead of me. Why step into the ring with you and risk that? Even a man of my stature would have to admit that there's not much of a chance I would be able to defeat you in the first place. No, that is not how I'm going to break your Wrestlemania streak. Instead, I'm going to make this next year for your Taker the worst year of your entire life! I'm going to, as they say, make your life a living hell! Your life is going to be so miserable that it's possible you won't even make it to Wrestlemania! Imagine that! Wrestlemania without The Undertaker! Well, Deadman, The Road To Wrestlemania may not begin anytime soon for the rest of the roster, but for you, it starts tonight! Tonight, Undertaker, you will face the Samoan Bulldozer, UMAGA!!! The crowd gaped and booed in response as the smile on JBL's face stretched wider and wider. Taker looked like he could strangle a puppy. John Bradshaw Layfield: You might want to get a new tank of gas, Taker, because this Road To Wrestlemania is particularly long and unforgiving. Now, ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the rest of the show. JBL grinned once more and exited the entrance stage as Throwdown went to commercial, but not before we saw the murderous look on the Deadman's face. When we returned from commercial, the lights dimmed once more. However, it was not in a foreboding or intimidating way. Lights of pink then glowed hazily through the Quicken Loans arena as piano music started playing as cellphones were raised in the crowd and rocked back and forth Out of the back came Jimmy Jacobs, behind him trudging along slowly was his love (though we cannot confirm if that love is mutual) Lacey. Jimmy smiling and holding his heart in ache at the mere sight of Lacey; a tear was even going down his cheek for Christ's sake! "Your glow reminds me of the brightest moonlight... Without its shiii-hiine I'd be lost in the dark light... Laaaaaaaceeeeeey... Put me in your Top 8---when you MySpace me... Aaaand never replace meeee..." The music was cut off by screaming, HEAVY Dimmu Borgir as Delirious appeared on the entrance way, screaming and running around in a rampage. He barked loudly at Lacey, scaring her senselessly as he ran down to the ring as Festus appeared on the entrance stage next, slowly making his way to the ring with a dumb blank expression on his face. They gathered in the ring and taunted, getting a loud response from the crowd while Jimmy got the cold shoulder from Lacey. Angered that his music had been cut off by Delirious' Dimmu Borgir, Jimmy finished the rest off his song when he serenaded Lacey on the outside, much to the fans' pleasure and Lacey's horror. "Match of the year!" Out next were their opponents: Jay & Mark Briscoe accompanied by their manager: The Wrath of the Racket James E. Cornette and Brian Kendrick, with his manager (more like security guard) Ezekiel Jackson. Brian danced and pranced his way down the ring as the Briscoes fired themselves up after receiving some wily veteran advice from Jim Cornette. They entered the ring and stared across the ring at their opponents... Jimmy Jacobs was serenading Lacey once again... Delirious was crouched down on his knees with a slightly manic-form of "blank expression"... while Festus looked like he has been deceased for several years after receiving a stroke (I apologize to any stroke victims). When they all got set for the match to begin, the bell rang and Delirious and Festus went absolutely mad. Festus went charging around the ring while Delirious went bonkers on the outside. Festus chased Brian Kendrick in a circle around the ring while Delirious stole hats from the fans in the front row and then ducked under the ring, only to appear later chewing on one of the hats. While the crowd was laughing their asses off, Brian Kendrick and company had a stoned-face look of concern on their faces. quoteThe Briscoes celebrated on the outside with Jim Cornette as Brian Kendrick slowly joined him, Ezekiel nearly carrying him because his client was so exhausted. Jimmy only now realized that the match was over and was now receiving an ear-full from Lacey who was clearly disappointed. Delirious was reappearing out from under the ring and was now checking on his fallen partner as Throwdown went to commercial. When we came back, we were in the locker room of Sweet and Sour Incorporated. When the scene opened, Sweeney was talking and arguing with someone on his bluetooth headset as Gail Kim finished pulling on a Sweet 'N Sour (official) t-shirt as Bryan Danielson discreetly checked her out. Umaga paced back and forth, a grizzly look upon his face. Larry Sweeney: Ha! Full Throttle Wrestling, I told you that I would unleash the top talent in wrestling today upon Throwdown and I was right! What turned out to be Bryan Danielson representing Sweet and Sour Incorporated in the main event has now turned into a Double Sweet and Sour Main Event! UMAGA! Tonight you're facing the Deadman, and oooh what an opportunity. If you can beat The Undertaker then you are almost guaranteed a World Title shot! Bryan Danielson, my main prodigy, if you can win tonight then you too will be skyrocketed into title contention! And oh, Gail, I can't help but think a future Unified Women's Championship match is in your path. However I live in the now, I ain't a fortune teller! Tonight, Sweet and Sour Incorporated dominates and earns its spot on Throwdown! Bryan Danielson, I want you to take that Crackhead Jeff Hardy and KICK HIS BLEEDING HEAD IN! And that Mexican hooligan Rey Mysterio? Well I want you to beat him so bad, he'll be cryin' out of that mask of his can 'ya hear me, American Dragon?! And Gail Kim, I want you to prove your worth in other ways, if you know what I mean, baby. BAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Sweet and Sour World Domination Tour 2009, baby! Ain't no doubt about it! Bahahaha! We remained backstage, but the locations couldn't have been any different. Before, what had been an extravagant locker room with leather couches and champagne, we were now taken into a nearly pitch-black room. Instead of the sneering faces of Sweet and Sour Incorporated, we found a long pair of smooth and gleaming legs, barely covered by a short black skirt. We zoomed out and found Michelle McCool wearing a white button-down blouse hanging loose around her shoulders considering they were now longer "buttoned-down." The sleeves were rolled up to her forearms and crossed as she undid her tie and tossed to the ground with a considerable specific amount of force. She glared down at a person who was tied and bound a chair, his (or her) face concealed by a black shawl. She removed the shawl, revealing none other than Chuck Taylor underneath. She grabbed a hold of the edge of duct tape covering his mouth and yanked it off, where Chuck sputtered and gasped for air, then demanded what in the hell she was doing. Chuck Taylor: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Are you crazy, bitch? I mean I know this is a fantasy of mine and all, but jeez it's just a fantasy and--- But Michelle placed (slammed) the piece of tape right back down on his mouth, muffling the rest of his diatribe. Michelle McCool: Be quiet! And she stomped her foot, silencing Chuck out of fear. Michelle McCool: Do you know what I saw you do today, Charles Jeffery Taylor? No? Would you like a hint, sweetie? Chuck shook his head repeatedly, trying to tell her that he would rather be anywhere but here right now. Then he wondered just why he wanted to be anywhere but here right now, to which he gave a dumbfounded look. Then, after considering it, he began shaking his head profusely again. Michelle McCool: I saw you threaten a child today, Charles. Not only did I see you threaten him, but I also saw you threaten his grandmother. Charles, I don't know if you are aware of this, but I used to be a teacher before I became a professional wrestler... and I had to deal with a lot of bad boys... Chuck gaped (I'm not sure whether from out of excitement or fear). Michelle McCool: A LOT of bad boys. But I dealt with them, Charles, oh yes. I dealt with all of them and I turned them into good boys. Charles, you are a very naughty boy. Chuck Taylor: Dyna bratna dotty hoy! Dyna bratna dotty hoy! Michelle McCool: Oh, you're not a naughty boy? Chuck shook his head once more. Michelle McCool: I'll be the judge of that. HYAAH! And Michelle went to work on Chuck, Chuck's screams echoing all around. At the other side of the room, through a small crack in the door, Hurricane Helms, Kung Fu Naki, and MVP stared with horrified looks upon their faces. Hurricane Helms: What's up with 'dat?! MVP: Ooooh man... that's just wrong... that's just... wrrroooonnnng. Chuck Taylor: BREEZE 'AT EYE MIPPLES! (*tape gets yanked off*) OWW! I SAID NOT MY NIPPLES DAMN IT! Kung Fu Naki: Save Chuck, with kung-fu, should I? Hurricane Helms: Erm no, Funaki, I think you better stay here. MVP, get your camera ready. We should post this on YouTube. MVP: What? Damn, they don't let torture porn on YouTube, yo! Man... this is just wrong... so wrong... just so...... wrrroooonnnng... And MVP's face disappeared from the crack in the door. Kung Fu Naki: Where did loud black man go? Hurricane Helms: Probably to throw up. DUN DUN DUN-DUH DUH DUH-DUN DUN DUN DUN-BUMPA BUMPA BUMPA DUH DUN DUH DUN DUN! Out came Vladimir Kozlov as the rest of his entrance theme was covered by Russian jibberish. He stormed down the rampway, swinging his arms back and the stern look on his face remained unchanged all the way to the ring. He made his way around the ring, considering for a moment to use the stairs but then deciding that stairs they for capitalists and faggots. He pulled himself up onto the apron and scared Bobby Cruise away before glaring around at the crowd. R-Truth Ron Killings was out next, the lyrics to his music surprisingly more confusing than Kozlov's. He made his way through the crowd, panting for breath as he was damned sure determined to give this live performance of Up Chucks (or What's Up? I'm not sure which it is) on Monday Night Throwdown. Finally he got into the ring as Kozlov's face finally began to change, seemingly getting angrier if that's possible. R-Truth pulled himself over the barricade and continued to yell "UP CHUCKS" as he got in the ring, his back turned to Vladimir who blindsided him, sending R-Truth flying off of the apron and crashing into the barricade. quoteKozlov celebrated... or just raised his arms up and down a few times, then grabbed a microphone from Bobby Cruise. Matt Striker: Can you believe that, Ultramantis? Vladimir Kozlov just did the Last Ride! If that's not a message to The Undertaker then I don't know what it is! Ultramantis Black: Oh, nyaah! It's called doing what you have to do for a win, but nonetheless, I bet that that did get the Deadman's attention. But that was deliciously devastating! I could hear the bones cracking from here, how delightful! Unlike you, Mr. Striker, I as the leader of the Neo Solar Temple can understand Vladimir Kozlov and his feelings toward you ignorant Americans. I declare Kozlov's version of the Last Ride: AMERICAN SCUM ANNIHILATOR! Kozlov spoke Russian jibberish into the microphone, then motioned to an imaginary belt around his waist where his music chimed back in. Oh wait, here we go, excuse me for just a moment... DUN DUN DUN-DUH DUH DUH-DUN DUN DUN DUN-BUMPA BUMPA BUMPA DUH DUN DUH DUN DUN! Kozlov made his way to the back, but not before throwing a stagehand off, well, the stage, for being too American-y. He then yanked off the curtain since it was paid for by capitalistic swines and not common hard labor. He spat at a poster of Hulk Hogan before going to his locker room where he drank vodka and *bleep*ed a hooker. We went backstage where Kyle Durden was standing by with Rey Mysterio and Jeff Hardy. Kyle Durden: I'm standing by with the Charismatic Enigma, Jeff Hardy and his partner, the sensational Rey Mysterio. Tonight you both will face Matt Hardy and Bryan Danielson in Throwdown's huge Double Main Event. Jeff Hardy, you first... what do you see happening in this match tonight? Jeff took a moment and nodded his head, registering Kyle's words since it takes Crackheads a moment for their mind to cooperate with the rest of their body. He sighed when he finally reached the end of Kyle's dialogue, which was actually several seconds after Durden had finished speaking (okay, I promise not to stick with this Crackhead thing, it's just so hard to resist). Jeff Hardy: Kyle, I don't know what's going to happen. I never know what's going to happen. That's just the way I am and the way that I live. That's being... extreme. "Living For The Moment," do you remember that Matt? That was sort of our little mottos back in the day. Kyle, I really don't know what's going to happen. If I could fortune tell, I would have done things much differently last night at Wrestlemania. Hell, I might not even be jumping off the top of cages if I could see into the future. All I know is that I am going to try my hardest and get my revenge on you, Matt. Kyle, today's world is a world of parody, however sometimes things truly are black and white. Matt, tonight I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS! And Jeff wiped his hand across his face, where it became smudged with black ink from his touch. He gave the Hardy brothers hand gesture then exited the frame, where the cameras lowered down to Kyle Durden and Rey Mysterio, who had a wide smile on his face. Rey Mysterio: That's what I'm talking about Jeff, see you later! Kyle, I like to touch little boys (OKAY I'M JUST JOKING, FORGET THAT LAST LINE). Kyle, tonight we're here in Cleveland, Ohio... the 4.4.0. Well tonight Cleveland, Ohio is going to be representing the 6... 1... 9, baby! Viva La Raza! But before me and Jeff go out there and take care of business---t.c.b---I want to address you, Undertaker. I'm not so trilled about you taking our main event slot. You may not have done it yourself, but it doesn't matter because I would have been gunning for you anyway. See, you have something I desperately want... the Throwdown World Heavyweight Title. I'm coming for you soon, Deadman, just you remember that. But tonight, I have bigger fish to fry. Bryan Danielson, Matt Hardy, tonight you're going to be welcomed into the 6... 1... 9! And Rey disappeared from the frame, probably to go rape a small child (SORRY, FORGET ABOUT IT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO). After returning from commercial, we heard a loud spitting noise in the arena, which could only mean the arrival of the Colon brothers (yay)! Out came Carlito along with Primo, with Carlito in wrestling attire and Primo acting as his second. As they made their way down to the ring, Primo fanned down his brother with a towel, massaged his shoulders, and offered him some last minute advice. Eventually Carlito got sick of his brother and shrugged him off, where he slid into the ring and waited for Shelton impatiently. AIN'T NO STOPPIN' ME NOOOOW! Out came Shelton Benjamin in a flash of golden pyro. Shelton didn't exactly look chippy as he made his way down to the ring, he actually sort of looked annoyed and frustrated. But he continue down the ramp anyway, then held the belt high above his head, taunting Carlito on the apron. After official introductions, the referee took the belt from Shelton and set for the match to begin. Ultramantis Black: I notice that the referee did not check the wrestlers for any foreeeign objects. Matt Striker: Are you suspicious of some foul play from one of the wrestlers in the ring? Ultramantis Black: Well first off, Mr. Striker, I'll have you know that I am suspicious of everything. Secondly, if you're not doing any foul play in the wrestling ring then you're not going to get anywhere. And thirdly... I forgot... Oh yeah! He's just supposed to, you know? The referee needs to do his job or hit the john, I say! Nyaah! quoteShelton exited the ring as the crowd booed like crazy after such a special match. A wide grin stretched across Shelton's face as the United States Championship was placed in his hands and an outraged Primo appeared in the ring, chasing him out. Primo demanded a restart to the match, saying that Shelton had cheated, but the referee argued that Shelton never actually used the knucks. Nevertheless, Carlito was in no condition for a restart, as he was only now regaining consciousness. Shelton celebrated on the rampway before disappearing behind the curtain, leaving a couple of very angry Colons in the ring. Lawl... Colons... Hey, don't look at me, I can't figure out how to put the *bleep*ing accent on there. Returning from commercial, we went backstage where we found The All American American Jack Swagger pacing back and forth in his locker room. There was a war going on in his mind as he seethed and gritted his teeth, but finally he came to his conclusion with a grunting "No" and a sigh. He threw open the door to his locker room and stormed down a hallway, turning down one and then another until he finally came across a door that was labeled "Throwdown General Manager: John Bradshaw Layfield." With a bit of hesitation at first, Jack finally gained the courage to throw open the door to the Throwdown GM's office and barge in. In the room, JBL sat up from his couch, a look of outrage on his face at this intrusion. Gail Kim of all people then rose from the couch as well, but instead of confronting Swagger, she hurriedly exited the office. JBL watched after her as she left, then his attention fell back on Swagger. Jack Swagger: What in the hell was she doing---? Oh, nah, I think I can get the picture. Nice going, John. Look, I--- John Bradshaw Layfield: No, no, no, shut your mouth. What in God's green earth do you think you're doing barging into my office? Huh? I'm a WRESTLING GAAAAAD! You do not barge into the office of John Bradshaw Layfield, you hear me? Jack Swagger: Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. It's just that, err--- John Bradshaw Layfield: It's just what? Huh? Well are you going to say anything or not, you dumb goofy bastard? Swagger's face glowered at JBL, then he heaved another sigh before he spoke. Jack Swagger: You wanna know why I came in here? John Bradshaw Layfield: Well Hell, I may as well now since you ran off Gail! And--- Jack Swagger: I CAME IN HERE BECAUSE... I am a little bit peeved that I'm not on the first Throwdown after Wrestlemania. Everyone knows that the show after Wrestlemania is always a huge one, and your hugest star on the whole brand isn't even on the show! I'm an All American American... I command respect, new General Manager. JBL glared at Swagger, looking for a moment like he was about to deck the kid. John Bradshaw Layfield: Well 'ya got guts, kid, I'll give 'ya that. But you definitely don't have any brains and you're not helping yourself with that stupid lisp and that goofy smile of yours. So you wanted a match tonight? Well guess what buck-o, the hotel is all booked up! No vacancy! It's my job to provide the best show possible week in and week, utilizing the tools that I think will make that a reality. Unfortunately, Jack, I didn't think you fit in on this show because I feel these are the superior stars here on Throwdown. You want to prove me wrong? You want to prove THE WRESTLING GAAAD himself wrong? Once more, JBL looked like he was going to knock Jack Swagger out on his feet, but he decided against it. Instead, he smiled and began to laugh, his stance beginning to loosen and soften up as he stared into Jack's eyes. John Bradshaw Layfield: Fine, you got yourself your opportunity you dumb unlucky son of a bitch, haha. See, Vickie Guerrero owes me some favors and I have quite a few opportunities to book some of their stars. Well Vickie wants a new alliance over there on Rampage to get some establishment. What better establishment could they receive when they beat up "The All American American" Jack Swagger? JACK-O, next week on Throwdown you're facing the British Blue Bloods! And man, I'm talking about all of them. You're facing William Regal. You're facing DJ Gabriel. You're facing Nigel McGuinness. You're even facing Layla! HA! Are 'ya happy now Jack? If attention is what you wanted, 'ya sure as hell got it now! Jack glared at JBL in anger, then left in an outbreak of incoherent grumblings. We went ringside where Nikki and Brie Bella were in the ring with Primo, who was dating one of the twins. Hopefully Primo will be able to provide the Bella's with some luck in the match. Backstage, Carlito is probably wishing the Bella's could have been out there in his match to provide him some luck after falling short to Shelton Benjamin. Out of the back came Beth Phoenix and her partner Cheerleader Melissa along with Santino Marella. While Santino has become notorious for being a goofball, lately he's become notorious for possibly being a crossdresser, playing the role of his "sister: Santina Marella" to get ahead in the divas division. Please don't read too much into that last bit right there. Beth questioned Santino about something in his eye, which appeared to be make-up of some sort, but Santino said that he was just covering up a zit. This was going to be Cheerleader Melissa's first match, so she definitely wanted to impress in her first outting. Basically, she's a cheerleader that can kick your ass. Get it? Okay, good. quoteBeth and Santino celebrated while Cheerleader Melissa disappeared up the rampway, wanting to drop something else on its head for whatever reason. Santino planted a big kiss on Beth, who quickly shoved him off. Santino and Beth then headed up the rampway but were suddenly stopped in their tracks by: "OH, HEY HEY!" Santino and Beth looked up, and on the titantron was noneotherthan Santino's sister: Santina! Santina Marella: Oh Beth-Uh Fee-Nux, why most you be so unkind to my little baby brother? He means you no harm, he's just trying to be a good boy for once. The way you treat him does not make my lady parts tingle at all. On the contrary, in fact. Beth, I'm sorry, but if you keep on treating my brother, Santino like that, I'm afraid I will have no other alternative but to have a... CATFIGHT with you! I don't want to, my feminine side says that war doesn't lead to anything good, but ooh, I just don't know what to do anymore! Now I must say good day to you, Beth-Uh Fee-Nux and my dear brother, but I bet this won't be the last time you see little old me! Hehehe! And Santina disappeared while the crowd laughed its ass off. Beth glared at Santino, who looked just as confused as everyone else. Beth then went against everything Santina said and continued to abuse Santino, yanking him up the rampway by the ear and bringing some boos of sympathy from the crowd as Throwdown went to commercial. When we came back, we found ourselves backstage next to a very humbled Chuck Taylor. Chuck had his face buried in his arms and had his knees tucked into against his chest as his shrieking sobs rang throughout the entire hallway. Our backstage interviewer Maria crouched down beside him and tried to console him, but he declined her comfort and continued to weep. Maria Kanellis: Chuck... Ch... Chuck, come on, get a hold of your self. Would you like to talk about what happened? Chuck finally looked up, with tears streaked down his face and his eyes completely watery. He shook his head, got up, and left, still wailing up a storm. We went ringside and the crowd got to its feet as Jeff Hardy's music hit the sound systems. Out came Jeff Hardy, having a fit and some spasms on the entrance way as his music picked up. He punched the air and pyro flied through the arena. The next moment, there was a huge explosion behind him and out from nowhere popped Rey Mysterio beside him! The crowd cheered as Rey's music now blasted through the arena and they made their way to the ring at a brisk pace. They posed on the turnbuckles, the thousands of obscured faces now turning into bright camera flashes of people wanting to get that one picture of their favorite wrestler live. BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Ain't no doubt about it, baby! And Europe's Final Countdown began as the arena lights dimmed and multi-colored lights flooded the stage. Then the curtain was thrown open and outstepped the American Dragon Bryan Danielson, slowly followed by Larry Sweeney and Gail Kim, the Samoan Bulldozer noticeably absent with his huge match next up. Danielson stormed his way down the rampway, a sneering look on his face as he circled the ring. He then climbed into the ring and taunted on the ropes as the song lyrics reached: "IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!" The crowd booed Bryan Danielson as the standard lights were restored, his music faded away, and he remained standing on the turnbuckles looking around at the crowd as Super Agent Larry Sweeney and Gail Kim clapped repeatedly. Danielson hopped down from the corner and stared down his opponents across the ring, adjusting his wrist tape and looking like he could strangle a puppy himself. OOOOH YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! What used to bring the crowd to its feet cheering and screaming now made the crowd groan and boo as the next man, Matt Hardy made his way down to the ring. There was a wide smile from ear to ear on his face as he walked (more like strutted), mainly to just piss off his brother which was a successful venture so far. He reached the end of the rampway and stared at a fan that was in particular yelling at. Matt looked bored listening to him, so he simply gave him the bird before sliding into the ring. BUT JEFF WAS NOT GOING TO WAIT! quoteAt this point, the Cleveland crowd was about to riot. They've dealt with years and years of shitty professional sports teams and now they're seeing everyone of their favorite wrestlers lose on a historic episode of Throwdown. They showered the ring with beer and trash as Sweeney and Kim celebrated with Danielson. Even Matt Hardy couldn't resist doing a little bit of celebrating with Sweet and Sour Inc. before leaving. But the party wasn't about to end for Sweeney, it was only beginning! Sweeney yanked a microphone away from Bobby Cruise as his laughter boomed through the Quicken Loans Arena soundsystems, making the crowd boo even more. Larry Sweeney: Bwahahahaha! Well I told 'ya, don't look so surprised! I told you all that Sweet and Sour Incorporated would be on top very very soon, and I love it when a plan comes together! This is one small step for man, one giant leap for Sweet and Sour-kind! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Now let the celebration begin! Balloons began to rain from the rafters as Larry Sweeney and Gail Kim danced around while Danielson moved around a little, what he considered to be dancing. As the balloons continued to pour down, the arena lights suddenly shut off. BAAWROOOOONGGGGG The crowd roared and cheered as the celebratory music was firmly shut off. BAAWROOOOONGGGGG BAAWROOOOONGGGGG BAAWROOOOONGGGGG And the next moment, the lights returned and in the ring was The Undertaker! The Undertaker had appeared from out of nowhere and the crowd was on fire! Taker nailed rights and lefts on Sweeney and Danielson, chokeslamming American Dragon straight to Hell! Sweeney went to the top rope and dove at the Deadman, but bounced off him like he had just hit a brick wall! Taker lifted Sweeney up and Tombstoned him, driving his head straight into the ground! The crowd was going bonkers as the Deadman's head snapped up, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Taker then looked at the last man standing (who just happened to be a woman) and glared at her across the ring. The crowd cheered, egging him on as he considered it for a moment. Gail Kim was paralyzed with fear, rooted to the spot for a moment, but then a second later she made a run for it, a wise move. Taker stood up and observed the damage he had inflicted. Suddenly the crowd began to boo and Taker sensed it, too. He turned around, but it was too late. The Samoan Bulldozer had come from the crowd, slid into the ring, and nailed a Superkick on the Undertaker! Taker dropped like a sack of bricks as Umaga stood over the Deadman, the crowd gaping in shock. A sadistic grin appeared on Umaga's face as a referee hit the ring. He reluctantly signaled for the bell, beginning the match but perhaps only about to end it in a few seconds as well. quoteThis had made up for the entire night in the eyes of the fans and they celebrated with the Undertaker, who did his signature pose on one knee where he posed with the Throwdown World Heavyweight Championship that appeared magically in his hands. Once again, the Undertaker was the last man standing among corruption & evil as Throwdown faded to black and ended. [size=1][color=#666666]This message was edited by Cattle Mutilation on May 07 2009. | |
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First to comment on the show? Yess. Very good detailed show, surprised nobody else has commented, erm, where do i start, loved the main event, Taker winning was great, nice to see Bryan Danielson doing well, very talented guy, like the layout in terms of quotes but the over use of the small pictures makes it look kind of messy sometimes, nice show though, well done. XD
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Very good show. Very fun to read and excellent detail. I'm surprised there hasn't been as many comments as well. The main event was brilliant. KIU!!
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Thanks guys.
Fallout from Throwdown: 1)
There has been nothing but outrage from the Sweeney camp, where Larry has been shouting words like "conspiracy," "unfair," and "corruption." Nevertheless, due to a stipulation in his contract, Larry Sweeney must step into the ring next week and face the Undertaker, whether he likes it or not. However, do not underestimate Sweeney. He has a professional wrestling background and has held titles throughout all of North America. If the Undertaker doesn't take Larry Sweeney seriously, Sweeney may just deliver a 12 Large Elbow straight into the Deadman's heart for the 1, 2, 3.
MVP wants that United States Championship around his waist ever since Shelton took it from him a few months ago. He reluctantly accepts this match, seeing how Jimmy faired in his last tag match. However, Jimmy tells FTW officials that Lacey has him motivated more than ever to focus and get after Brian Kendrick and take the title from him. We'll see what happens on an explosive episode of Throwdown!
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quote BubzI deleted the pictures for the official result at the end of the match, do you think that looks a bit neater? I accidentally deleted my Throwdown video, so if you have tried to watch it recently but couldn't, I apologize. Just uploaded it again so once the processing is done, it will be back up. I'll edit the results tomorrow with the new video, get back to both of you for giving me feedback (well Bubz at least, I haven't checked it Tilak has a diary up) and post the Rampage card. Then I can get to work on the show. | |
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Yes, much better mate.
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akujy the heartless
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This is really nice.Keep it going.
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![]() FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE | IZOD Center | East Rutherford, New Jersey ![]() The Age of Orton Rolls On
![]() ![]() Main Event John Cena versus Kane
Rampage General Manager Vickie Guerrero has sworn to make John Cena's life a living hell. This is all because Cena made her life a living hell when he defeated her husband Edge in a brutal Hell in a Cell match for the Rampage World Heavyweight Title back at Death Before Dishonor. Those two words have probably been fried into Cena's brain, not to mention haunt his dreams. Vickie is still hell-bent on that mission, despite Cena coming out on top each time. Vickie has promised Kane future opponents that she can feed to him like fodder if he can win, as well as a title shot against Randy Orton. Cena will have his hands full when he faces the Big Red Monster in Rampage's main event. ![]() Bonus Match #3 Doctor Insano versus Mike Knox
Meanwhile... eh Mike Knox just wants to beat him up then go comb his beard. ![]() ![]() ![]() Bonus Match #2 DJ Gabriel & Nigel McGuinness versus Goldust & Hacksaw Jim Duggan
![]() Non-Title Randy Orton versus Evan Bourne
![]() Bonus Match #1 Chris Jericho versus Kevin Steen
![]() ![]() ![]() Tag Team Contest Shad Gaspard & JTG versus Jay & Mark Briscoe
![]() Opening Contest Chris Sabin versus Jimmy Rave
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