RAW IS WAR

RAW IS WAR

live from the GIANT Center, Hershey, Pennsylvania
3.8 World Wide Rating

Ladies and Gentlemen, we're at the last stop before Ring Of Dreams and what a stop it'll be.. the RAW logo appears on our screen and instead of the typical RAW theme playing, the scene opens in the parking garage, Randy Orton standing around, slightly nervous. The fans roar at the sight of him, a limousine pulling into a parking spot and out stepping the Driver, he walks to the back, opening the door and out steps Shawn Michaels. The World Heavyweight Champion, title on shoulder, makes his way out of the limo, thanking the driver.. he looks over his shoulder, noticing Randy Orton.

Shawn Michaels: You waiting for me?

Randy nods his head, approaching from behind.. the driver meanwhile hands Aitch Bee Kay his bag, slamming the door behind him.

Shawn Michaels: Whats up?

Randy Orton: I'm a little bit nervous Shawn. Tonight we team together.

Shawn Michaels: You're feeling that too, huh?

Randy Orton: Yeah.. I need re-assurances we can get along and win this thing. We've been on the same page since Crash and Burn but Ring Of Dreams is only a week away and we both know how important it is.

Shawn Michaels: Look, I understand ya man.. of course I do.. you're a little nervous that the Showstoppa might take matters into his own hands with the PPV so close... hell, I would be in your shoes.. but you know, I'm teaming with one of my opponents to face another two.. If anyone has problems bro, it's me..

Randy Orton: But can we trust each other?

Shawn Michaels: I've got your back.

Randy Orton: Good.. then we'll be sure to win this...

Orton walks off, Shawn Michaels frowning..

Shawn Michaels: What about me?

Randy Orton: Oh.. yeah, right.. I've got your back too man.. did you even have to ask?

Randy continues walking off, Shawn standing there a little bemused, adjusting his World Championship and heading into the arena. The scene fades.

Live Introduction..

Forget the lies, the money, we’re in this together.. and through it all, they said nothing’s forever. And they refuse to see the change in me, Why won’t they wake up? Come on, come on, come on. Let’s get it on!

Move to the music, Play that fucking music, Move it to the music, yeah! (Get it on) Move to my music, Play that fucking music, Live through my music, yeah!

Move to the music. Move it to the music, yeah. Move to my music. Live through the music yeah.

BOOM BOOM BOOM, Fireworks roar from the entrance ramp as RAW kicks off a little differently than usual, the fans jam packed into the sold out GIANT Center, Hershey, Pennsylvania.. Just as the music dies down..

SO.. YOU THINK YOU'RE UNTOUCHABLE?
Wordlife.. It's Just Basic Thug-O-Nomics..

The arena suddenly becomes deafening, John Cena's popular music hitting and out from behind the backstage curtain he comes, sporting his usual trendy clothes and stylish hats. The Untouchable makes his way down the ramp, taunting to the cheering fans, rallying them up for what should be an amazing night before Ring Of Dreams. Remember, Ring Of Dreams is the all - pro - wrestlings very own version of Wrestlemania.. the big one.. the Epic and by god, some awesome matches are intended to take place. Cena by now is inside the ring, grabbing himself a microphone from ringside.. preparing to speak.

John Cena: WHATS UP PENNSYLVANIA!

Mass cheers can be heard.. John grins, pacing back and fourth.

John Cena: Las' week on RAW.. Those Maple Leaf bitches tried teachin' me a lesson... they brought in some clown with a name defect ta show me they aint messin'. Well it looks like I'm done.. finished.. I'm thru.. or maybe they got me again wit' sucka punch number two.. But ya know.. it goes a lil sumthin' like this ya dumb lil bitches.. I'll slap round yer boy Edge, like he cheated on his missus'. It'll be easy like countin' ta three.. what Edge don't understand is that he STILL can't.. see.. me!

The fans suddenly let up this huge cheer.. John Cena grinning with delight..

John Cena: It's funny ya know, cause Edge thought he had it done.. he doesn't realize that I'm not on the run. Thas right man, I got my sentence lowered.. I got freed.. now I'm in control, ya juss a dog on MY lead. I'm comin' for you an ya flock of cheap shots.. I'll tie ya all the fuck up in Chinese Crown Knots.

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME..
You think you know me..

Edge's music hits to a tremendous amount of boo's.. the Lone Wolf coming out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand and looking rather distressed.. John watches on as Edge begins screaming.

Adam Copeland: CUT THE MUSIC! CUT IT! CUT IT NOW!

The music dies down..

John Cena: Edge.. it's nice ta see ya..

Adam Copeland: MY NAME ISN'T EDGE! IT'S ADAM! ADAM COPELAND! You dare call me that.. you call me Adam... thats my name.. I'm not Edge.. I never will be.. I'm ADAM COPELAND! YOU CALL ME THAT DAMNIT! YOU CALL ME THAT!

John Cena: Chill Edge..

Adam Copeland: ITS COPELAND!

John Cena: Edge..

Adam Copeland: COPELAND!

John Cena: Edge..

Adam Copeland: ITS COPELAND GOD DAMNIT.. COPELAND.. COPELAND.. COPELAND!

John Cena: Edge..

Edge suddenly loses his temper big style, storming down the rampway he slides under the bottom rope with pace, decking John Cena with a massive right hand. The Untouchable is quickly up, Edge grabbing him at the same right, going for another right.. Cena blocks.. big left of his own, a right, a right, right, John Cena is going wild here, BIG CLOTHESLINE! Edge flies over the top rope to the floor below.. getting to his feet and stumbling back up the rampway with a devlish grin on his face.. Cena checks his jaw for blood, picking up the dropped microphone.

John Cena: WHERE YO' GOIN'!? I THOUGHT'CHA HAD BALLS..

Edge.. or " ADAM COPELAND " picks up the dropped microphone at the top of the entrance ramp..

Adam Copeland: You want a fight Cena.. YOU WANT A FIGHT WITH ME!? I DEMAND YOU FACE ME AT RING OF DREAMS.. ME AND YOU JOHN..

John Cena: Is that what'cha want.. yeah? Thats it.. you got it on ONE condition.. it's gotta be a FULL CONTACT LIONS DEN MATCH!

Adam nods his head in approval, John Cena's music hitting as we fade to a small commercial for Ring Of Dreams.

Singles Match
John Bradshaw Layfield vs. Jeff Hardy

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Winner: dddddddd

An earlier this week logo appears on screen, the scene quickly cutting to a large room, Jim Ross sitting between both Sting and Steve Austin, all three in large leather chairs.. Jim shakes both mens hands before looking into the camera

Jim Ross: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to inside axcess.. tonights one time report infact features both Stone Cold Steve Austin and Sting in which face off against each other at Ring Of Dreams. Gentlemen, welcome to tonights special report.

Both men nod their heads in welcome.. Jim continuing,

Jim Ross: Firstly, Stone Cold.. why did you accept Stings open challenge?

Stone Cold Steve Austin: Ya' see son, Ol' Stone Col' can't stand whiney lil sum-bitches who like ta run they mouths bout bein' hel' back. Stone Col' has been bustin' his balls since day one an ya aint heard not one single complaint from meh'.. suddenly, I see sum mealy mouthed lil basturd complainin'.. EH EH.. that aint gunna happen..

Sting: Whoa.. hold on a second.

Stone Cold Steve Austin: What!?

Sting: Shut your mouth Austin.. you know aswell as I do.. The all - pro - wrestling only looks out for it's normal superstars.. for its normal athletes.. what about people like me? What about guys in which like to add a little mystery to their identity..

Stone Cold Steve Austin: What about you son? Ya want some big billboard sayin'.. " I'm a big sissy with ma' face painted.. gimmie a Championship Shot "? Ya gotta earn yer keep here.. ya can't juss walk on in, wressle sum matches n get'cha self sum big ol' title match.. that juss aint gunna happen.. alotta things concernin' you son juss aint gunna happen.. like beatin' Ol Stone Col' at Ring Of Dreams.

Jim Ross interrupts, obviously trying to cool down this current hostile situation.

Jim Ross: I'm sorry to interrupt Gentlemen.. but..

Sting: You think beating you Austin will be difficult? Huh? Don't you fool yourself man.. you couldn't shine my boots..

Stone Cold Steve Austin: What!?

Sting: What!?

Stone Cold Steve Austin: What!?

Sting: What!?

Stone Cold Steve Austin: What!?

Both men suddenly jump up going nose to nose, Jim Ross backing away quickly as secruity rushes in to break things up.. wow.. what a short yet damaging interview this has been.. the scene fades out.

The scene switches to a scene of today, Triple H entering Paul Heymans office with a letter in hand.

Triple H: Paul man.. we've got a problem.

Paul Heyman: What's up Triple H?

Triple H: John Cena last week with that F-U.. Tut.. man.. he injured my back As much as it pains me to say, but I don't think I can compete tonight.. I even have a doctors note.. I can't risk getting any further hurt before Ring Of Dreams. Hell man, you know aswell as I do.. if I get injured and can't compete, it'll screw up that whole Main Event.. not to mention your buyrates.

Paul waves for the letter, HHH handing it him. Paul opens it up, taking a look, reading it quickly and discarding it on his desk.

Paul Heyman: As much as I'd like to accept that letter.. I can't cancel that match tonight.

Triple H: But the note excuses me from action.. how can I compete with an injured back, huh? It's just not going to happen.. not tonight.. you as a business man should know that.

Paul Heyman: I'm a damn good business man Triple H.. and I know that tonight, if you dont face Lance Storm.. alot of these people are going home dissapointed.. this match was intended to be a big one.. the fans can't wait to see you tare apart Lance Storm.. and come to think of it.. neither can I.

Triple H: Alright.. if you want it.. you got it.. but whats more important, some match you can call off and put on another night.. or the Main Event of all - pro - wrestlings major Pay Per View; Ring Of Dreams?

Paul Heyman: Okay.. Okay.. if you've can make sure Lance Storm agrees and forfit the match.. then alright, we'll re-schedule.

Triple H: All I have to do is clear it with Storm?

Paul Heyman: Thats all.

Triple H: Consider it done, Heyman..

Triple H leaves the lockeroom as the scene fades out.

Singles Match
Steve Corino vs. Edge

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Winner: dddddddd

The Scene opens in the backstage area with Buff Bagwell pacing back and fourth, almost itching to get out there tonight.. just then, Vince McMahon enters the lockeroom, grabbing him by the shoulder and trying to calm him down.

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.

Singles Match
John Cena vs. Justin Credible

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Winner: dddddddd

We open in the backstage area, shockingly, John Bradshaw Layfield is stood infront of what seemingly is a metal trash-can, a crowd of people all stood around him, wondering what the hell is going on.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Roll up.. Ra-oll up.. haha..

John motions over Orlando..

John Bradshaw Layfield: Orlanduh.. get'cha ass ova' here son.. bring ma' briefcase..

Orlando Jordan: You sure you wanna do this, boss?

John Bradshaw Layfield: Do I look like a man who aint sure.. na' c'mon..

Orlando Jordan: Haha.. this is gunna be good..

Orlando opens the briefcase, John taking out a folded Canadian Flag.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Ah, isn't it a thang of ugly.. thas right people, gathah' round'.. ta'night, John Bradshaw Layfield, yer American Representitve.. tha biggest asset of America.. thas right.. me.. I'mma be burnin' this piece'a trash publically.

Orlando Jordan: That's right folks.. in twenty minutes time you all will bear witness to the burning of the Canadian Flag.. and at the same time.. the burning of Val Venis's dreams.

John Bradshaw Layfield: Thas' Right.. Val Venis thanks he can beat JAY BEE EEEL.. Haha.. juss like this Flag right here.. his dreams and aspirations will ga' up in smoke.

Orlando Jordan: Now THATS business..

John Bradshaw Layfield: You said it son.. you said it..

Orlando Jordan: Twenty Minutes folks.

The small crowd gathered round begins cheering as the scene fades out, JBL stoking the fire in more ways than one.

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good

Singles Match
Sting vs. Gangrel

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Winner: dddddddd

The scene cuts to the backstage area, Lance Storm, Val Venis and Edge all seen running down the corridor leading towards where John Bradshaw Layfield and Orlando were set to burn the Canadian Flag.. upon arrival seeing the ever increasing crowd cheering and chanting, all three somehow manage to push through, seeing the Canadian Flag being burnt infront of them.

Lance Storm: Where are they!?

The crowd begins dispersing, ignoring Lance Storm.

Val Venis: Adam.. get the fire extinguisher..

Adam runs in, putting out the fire with a big gust of white liquid... Lance is furious, using the already burn stick to lift up a piece of The Maple Leaf.. Val shakes his head.

Val Venis: If he wants war.. we'll give him one..I'LL GIVE HIM ONE!

Lance Storm: Please.. enough.. it's been said..

Val Venis: I'm sorry for this.. I truely am.. I don't understand what's happened..

Lance Storm: Don't apologise.. Fix it.

Val Venis: I will.

Val runs off, looking to fix this problem.. Adam meanwhile closes in.

Adam Copeland: Let's finish this company Lance.. let's end it..

Lance Storm: Be paitent, it's in process.. you just take care of John Cena at Ring Of Dreams..

Adam Copeland: I will.

Lance Storm: Good..

The scene fades out with Edge walking off and picture of Lance Storm, not looking very happy.

Singles Match
Chris Benoit vs. The Rock

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Winner: dddddddd

Chris Benoit gets up, celebrating one hell of an impressive victory here tonight.. what a match this has been.. Chris Benoit is back in action Ladies and Gentlemen and by god its about time. Wait.. whats this.. down the rampway runs.. Oh my god.. it's RAVEN.. RAVENS HERE! The Crippler ducks a clothesline as he slides into the ring and springs up, hitting a right hand.. no, its blocked.. Raven with a kick.. EVEFLOW DDT! HE GOT IT! HE CONNECTED! The Dark Prince backs off, calling for a microphone.. Howard Finkle handing it over.. whats Raven got to say?

Raven: I told you Benoit.. I told you damnit! If you don't turn your career around.. I'LL DO IT FOR YOU. You and me Benoit.. RING OF DREAMS.. I'll make sure you REALIZE your fate.. I'll make sure your out-look changes permenantly and you shall QUOTE THE RAVEN... NEVERMORE... I await your acceptance.

Raven heads off to the backstage area, fans cheering like crazy as the scene fades out.

The scene opens in the backstage lockeroom area, Shawn Michaels lacing his boots before the big Tag Match when into the room walks Randy Orton.. Shawn stands up, confused.

Shawn Michaels: Back again?

Randy Orton: Yeah man, look.. I'm still not comfortable here..

Shawn Michaels: Damnit Randy..

Randy Orton: Whoa.. don't raise your voice at me man.. You're the one with a reputation.. you're the one known for screwing people over.. not me.. alright? I'm nervous you might take this chance to gain the advantage.

Shawn Michaels: If I wanted the advantage, kid.. I'd wrap my hands around your scrawny little neck right now and ring it.. you need to back the hell off, I'm not here to answer your questions.. either you trust me or you don't.. if you don't, thats your problem. If I have to do this on my own, I will.

Randy Orton: Haha.. whatever Shawn.. you just remember something.. if we're not on the same page tonight and we lose.. it'll be your ass that pays the price..

Shawn Michaels: You threatenin' me kid?

Randy Orton: DONT! Call me kid..

Randy closes in, both men getting a little too close for comfort.

Shawn Michaels: Either you back off, or I'll make you and neither of us will make it to the Main Event tonight.

Randy Orton: You.. make me? That'll be the day.. if it wasn't for me, you'd not have that Championship you parade around with like a sissy boy.. If it wasn't for me, you'd be nothing.

Shawn Michaels: Nothing? NOTHING!? I've achieved more than you in four months of my career.. don't you talk down to me.

Randy Orton: You won your world title by screwing Bret Hart.. how's that achieving?

Shawn Michaels: Heh.. you Randy.. you had BETTER watch your back.

Shawn Michaels leaves, Randy Orton putting his head in his arms, realizing he just un-nessercerally pissed off his Tag Team Partner for the Main Event tonight.

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.

Singles Match
Rey Mysterio vs. The Undertaker

# GONG # Undertakers music hits and out he comes, overcoat on and making his way to the ring.. # LOOK WHO’S JUMPING OUT THE SKY # BOOM! The crowd go electric and Rey Mysterio rushes to the ring to meet his opponent.. He slides under the bottom rope, quickly under the legs of Undertaker, coming up from behind and jumping on his back.. The Phenom hisses, flipping him over and into a big reverse DDT. The Undertaker gets up, pulling Rey by the head and connecting an uppercut, sending him to the canvas.. Once again though, this time without assistance, Rey is up, he blocks a right.. he side-steps the uppercut.. Undertaker swings with a clothesline, Rey slides through his legs.. out the other side.. DROPKICK! Rey Rey connects.. and wait.. whats this.. it's X-PAC.. X-PAC is on his way to the ring, stalking on the outside. The Undertaker looks up, confused by what hes seeing, getting to his feet.. Rey though again from behind, big right forearm, dropkick to the leg.. again.. again.. RUNNING CHOPPING BOARD AND THE PHENOM IS BACK DOWN! Rey looks set to pick up a second straight massive win, climbing the top turnbuckle.. Undertaker is up, Rey lets fly.. CROSSBODY.. UNDERTAKER CATCHES HIM.. X-Pac hops onto the apron.. POWERSLAM BY THE PHENOM.. He's up, dragging X-Pac into the ring by his hair.. BIG RIGHT HAND.. Rey gets up, turning around.. TOMBSTONE! TOMBSTONE! THATS IT.. He crosses the arms.. One.. Two.. Three! The Undertaker picks up instead, his second straight win here in the all pro wrestling.

Winner: dddddddd

The scene opens in the parking garage, Val Venis pacing back and fourth, really ticked off...

Val Venis: You want to burn the Canadian Flag.. HUH Layfield.. is that your thing!? Huh!? You want to spit on the Maple Leafs Heritage.. Burn it!? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO DO!?

Val continues pacing, pulling out a Canadian Flag from his jean back pocket.

Val Venis: When will you learn Layfield.. you can't take me on and win.. I'm far to strong for you. You think being American makes you special? Since when was ANY American special? You tell me that.. you're all the same.. fakes.. frauds.. cheats.. you John Bradshaw Layfield can keep your America..

Suddenly Val loses it, picking a hammer up offf the floor and smashing something up.. the camera widens to see JBL's famous limo.. horns sticking out, Venis smashing them both off, working over the bonet, the windscreen, the mirrors, the windows, the headlights.. Jesus.. Val is doing a complete number on John Bradshaw Layfields limo. After a few moments, he lays the Canadian Flag across the front.

Val Venis: You want patriotism? You want to be patriotic? How about this Layfield..

Val digs in his pocket, pulling out some small objects, beginning to.. wait.. he's NAILING THE CANADIAN FLAG ON JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELDS LIMO!! WHAT THE HELL!

Val Venis: Consider yourself BRANDED..

After he's finished.. Val Venis walks off.. taking one last look back.

Val Venis: It's TIME FOR YOUR DEMISE, JOHN!

The scene fades out.

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.

Singles Match
Al Snow vs. Jeff Jarrett

# SHOOTING STAR # To the surprise of all watching, out walks Billy Kidman to a shockingly loud reception. The Double Champion makes his way to the ring, titles on shoulders, taking a seat at ringside with Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler to commentate. # WHAT DOES EVERYBODY WANT? # The insane Al Snow makes his way to the ring with, entering and awaiting his opponent. # C-C-CHOSEN ONE # Jeff Jarrett music plays and here comes 'The Chosen One'. He makes his way to the ring, entering. The bell sounds and were underway, Al Snow pummeling on Double J with some big right hands.. stopping to talk to head. " Whats the deal with Head, BK.. " -- " I have no idea, I don't think he got enough love from his mother.. haha " -- Jarrett though comes back, big right hand.. another.. another.. Jeff takes Al to the ropes, flinging him across the ring and connecting a big clothesline on the return. Al is quickly up, swinging with a right, JJ ducks, lifting him up and dropping him with a big Suplex. Billy chuckles at ringside.. " Look at him JR, he's a joke.. this guy needs to focus ". Jarrett covers.. One.. Two.. Kick Out! " Thats a close call right there.. that was a three, surely.. ".. Both men are up, slugging it out, Snow charging with a shoulder barge, Double J side-stepping it and throwing him over the top rope and to the outside. Jarrett heads to the outside, Al going under the ring, grabbing a metal pipe.. JJ meanwhile pulling his Gee-Tar from the corner.. the referee trying to break this up. " Great, they're going Hardcore.. this guy hasn't a clue about Hardcore.. I'm the X-Treme Champion ya'know. ".. Al swings with it, Jarrett ducking.. GEE-TAR SHOT.. NO.. BIG OVERHEAD SUPLEX! Al stumbles round ringside, Jarrett down and hurt.. oh ho.. Snow has head.. he has head.. JR gets excited " Well he's definately looking to end this BK " -- BK Stands up -- " He can look all he wants, but like last week, he wont find.. haha ".. Al takes offense, grabbing Billy by the hair and dragging him from the commentry position.. Jarrett though comes from behind, grabbing Snow and throwing him into the ring.. following.. he stalks.. THE STROKE! ITS OVER.. Jarrett covers.. One... Two.. Three!

Winner: Jeff Jarrett

The Scene opens in the backstage area with Michael Cole chasing after a hurt Chris Benoit..

Michael Cole: CHRIS! CHRIS!

Benoit stops, Cole reaching him.

Michael Cole: Earlier on this evening Chris, Raven brutally attacked you and demanded a match at Ring Of Dreams.. what is your response?

Chris Benoit: My response? What the hell do you think my response is? That little bastard cheaped me, Cole.. he beat me down when I wasnt ready.. he attacked like a coward and now he wants to fight me at Ring Of Dreams!? He isn't ready for me.. he never was and he never will be.

Michael Cole: So you're declining this his challenge?

Chris Benoit: I'm not declining his challenge, Michael.. I'm simply not accepting it..

Michael Cole: But why?

Chris Benoit: Why? Because I refuse to waste my time kicking his ass again.

Michael Cole: What will Raven have to say about that? I mean, I understand he thinks you'll accept.

Chris Benoit: He can think it all he wants, but that doesn't make it so.. if he wanted to fight, all he had to do was say, not assault me. I don't take kindly to being attacked.

Chris goes to walk off..

Michael Cole: Are you.. scared?

He turns back around, grabbing Cole by the neck..

Chris Benoit: SCARED!? DO I LOOK SCARED!? Is that what all you think, huh? You all think I'm scared? Is that it.. am I predictable.. huh? Screw you Cole.. I accept the challenge..

The Crippler walks off, the scene fading out.

The camera opens in a different part of the backstage area, Ric Flair and Batista stood alongside each other in the superstars mens lockeroom.

Ric Flair: WOOOOOO, ITS COMIN' BIG MAN.. OH YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT.. THE NAIT'URE BOY.. THE ANIMAL.. THE SIXTEEN.. COUNT EM.. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE..

Ric Flair starts getting pumped up, Batista calming him down with a motion of the hands.

Batista: Hey.. man.. I know how to count to Sixteen..

Ric Flair: Haha, of course you do.. BUT man I'm so READY FOR TA'NIGHT... Can ya FEEL THAT E-LECTRICITY BREWIN'.. It's time ta STYLE N PROFILE.. WOOO.. Are ya diggin' that big guy? Can you sense it, smell it, taste it? It's time.. it's time for the Nait'CHA BOY and Batista ta.. WOOO earn themselves a lil leverage headin' inta Ring'a Dreams!

Batista: Oh I can feel it Ric.. I sure can.. but you know, lets not take these guys lightly.. afterall, they're a tough team.. I mean.. who hasn't beat Hogan, haha?

Ric Flair: Hogan brother can kiss the nait'cha boys.. SHUT YO' MOUTH.. Haha, he aint WORTHY pal.. NOT WORTHY of kissin' the nature boys ass.. But you.. you..

Batista: I'm worthy Ric, yeah yeah, I get it.. but count me out..

Ric looks confused..

Ric Flair: What?

Batista: Nevermind man.. if you're happy.. I'm happy.. if you're ready.. I'm ready..

Ric Flair: WOOOOOOOOOOOO

Batista: Let's go get em'.

Both men shake hands, grinning as the scene fades out.

Singles Match
Billy Kidman vs. Steve Austin

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Winner: dddddddd

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.

Tag Team Match
Ric Flair and Batista vs. Rob Conway and Hollywood Hogan

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Winner: dddddddd

The Undertaker is shown backstage, alone and looking at a symbol.. he begins to lower his head, making a sobbing sound.. it soon turns into deep evil laughter.

The Undertaker: Ohhhh little brother.. how you've dissapointed me..

Taker looks towards a picture of him and Kane, picking it up.

The Undertaker: You've almost become mortal.. saving these.. these beings from my destruction. How did that make you feel.. sending X-Pac out as the sacrifical lamb.. I'm not stupid little brother, I know how you work..

Undertaker rips the picture up, chuckling.

The Undertaker: It was pathetic! You running out to save him..

The scene backs out a little..

The Undertaker: Don't you play god with me, Kane.. I' am The Dragon in which'll burn you AGAIN..

Just then, into the scene walks John Cena.. kinda shocked..

John Cena: Ah damn.. sorry dawg, I must've got tha wrong lockeroom.. anyway, I'm John Cena..

The Undertaker: I know who you are..

John Cena: Thas good.. so whats goin on in here.. why's it sa' dark..

The Undertaker hisses..

The Undertaker: MIND YOUR BUSINESS AND LEAVE.. MORTAL.

John Cena: Ay man.. theres no need ta be like that.. I was juss bein' friendly das all..

The Undertaker: Be friendly? FRIENDSHIP is that what in which you ask of me, you foolish man? Do you not see.. I' am The Phenom.. you.. you are NOTHING..

John Cena: Nothin'?

The Undertaker: NOTHING!

John Cena: Aiight man.. whatever..

John holds his hands up, backing off slowly as The Undertaker stays focused looking in one direction.. damn.. what intensity.

The scene opens back up at ringside, ready for the big up and coming match between Triple H and Lance Storm. As we open, we see Lance Storm already standing inside the ring and awaiting Triple H when..

THIS GAME.. IT'S ON
Hit me.. Hit me with that Triple H

Triple H's music hits loudly and out comes The Game, but wait, he's not dressed ready for action.. is he actually going to ask Lance Storm to call of the match and actually forfit it as a victory for one of his Pay Per View opponents? The Game enters the ring, dressed in Jeans and a " I' AM THE GAME " T-Shirt.. he grabs a microphone, beginning to speak.

Triple H: Lance.. tonight, as you can probably see.. I'm not quite fit enough to wrestle. This isn't something I'm happy about, hell.. I'd rather kick your ass right now.. but you know, I'm not going to push it.. I know my limits and I want to be 100% for Ring Of Dreams. So here's the deal, you shake my hand and I'll forfit this match to you.

Lance hesitates for a little while, eventually moving nose to nose with The Game and shaking the hand-shake, shaking his hand to the fans booing.. just then, Triple H drops Lance with a big right hand, grabbing him on the return and shoving him between his legs, calling for the bell to be rung..

Singles Match
Lance Storm vs. Triple H

That cheating son of a bitch, Lance Storm struggles in the pedigree position, OVERHEAD DROP! Lance drops HHH.. The Game is up quickly, running off the ropes and coming back, ducking a clothesline, Lance with a right hand, HHH comes back, these two are going at it like a bullet from a gun. Triple H gains the advantage, short-arm whipping Lance into the corner and following up with a shoulder barge, another, another, he rips off his vest shirt, unzipping his jeans. Storm meanwhile slumps dorment in the corner, HHH punching with a right hand, getting one leg outta his jeans and revealing his usual wrestling desire. Before He can remove the other leg, Lance flies out of the corner with a clothesline, decking The Game... Storm is quickly up, pulling HHH who just falls over his wrapped around jeans.. Lance takes advanatge, stomping down on him, grabbing the loose jean leg and wrapping it around his neck, the referee trying to break this up. Storm isn't done, pulling HHH to his feet, HHH almost fall over when being lifted into the air and dropped... BALLS FIRST ON THE TOP ROPE! Storm grins, climbing through the middle rope and onto the apron, grabbing the loose jean leg and jumping off.. HHH TUMBLES FROM THE TOP, BOUNCING OFF THE APRON AND ONTO THE OUTSIDE! Jesus Christ, Lance Storm is on the ball Ladies and Gentlemen.. what a performance.. he pulls HHH up, The Game now out of his jeans.. rolling him into the ring and following. Lance hops into the cover.. One.. Two.. Kick Out! Lance by now is on his knees, shaking his head in dissapointing, pulling HHH up into a headlock.. The Game tries to remove the arm, but can't.. Lance dropping to his stomach, the lock still held in.. The referee drops down, counting.. One... Two.. HHH gets a shoulder up.. that was close.. He pulls himself across the ring.. he's almost near the ropes.. hes there.. he's got a leg on the ropes. Lance breaks the hold, getting to his feet and walking into a surprising gut right hand.. HHH begins a come-back, another left to the stomach, he's up, ducking an on the spot clothesline.. BIG DDT! Triple H rolls over into the cover.. One.. Two.. Lance kicks out. This Match is legendary, both men going at it tooth and nail, HHH is up, so is Storm, big clothesline by The Game, running off the ropes.. Lance is up, HIGH KNEE! SURELY WE'RE ENDING IT NOW.. The Perfect Storm is brewing.. Lance gets back up, turning around.. FACE-JAM! He bounces off... stumbling back around.. kick to the gut.. PEDIGREE! THAT'S IT! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! Lance just got hit by a freight train.. HHH covers.. One.... he hooks the leg... Two... Three.. KICK OUT! KICK OUT ON THE THREE AND YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.. HHH can't believe it.. who kicks out of the Pedigree!? Barely anyone can do that.. he gets to his feet.. here comes Shawn Michaels.. The Heartbreak Kid slides into the ring.. The referee stopping him.. HHH is distracted, LOW BLOW BY LANCE STORM.. The Game tumbles to his knees.. wait.. THROUGH THE CROWD.. it's STEVE AUSTIN.. The Rattlesnake enters the ring.. Lance turns around.. STUNNER! STONE COLD STUNNER! Austin talks trash, flipping him the bird and rolling to the outside.. HBK is still distracting the referee.. Austin pulls him from the ring, HHH has the cover, hooking the leg... One.... Two.... Three! That's it! Triple H defeats Lance Storm thanks to Shawn Michaels and Steve Austin! What a match!

Winner: Triple H

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.

The camera switches to a different scene, Lance Storm smashing up his lockeroom, throwing monitors on the floor.. going litteratlly crazy

Lance Storm: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE..

Lance stops, catching his breath.. sitting on a nearby bench.

Lance Storm: TYPICAL AMERICANS! Why me!? All I want is this business, back to the way it was.. damnit.. why do these Americans keep screwing me over..

Just then, in walks Chris Jericho.. he looks at the mess, shaking his head.

Lance Storm: What the hell is your problem?

Chris Jericho: Don't bite my head off, jerky.. You need to calm down..

Lance Storm: Calm down!? Did you see that crap?

Chris Jericho: I saw it.. but you know, you should of been expecting it.. don't for a second think anyone's gonna feel sorry for you, you're trying to change this company, take it over even..

Lance Storm: So are you..

Chris Jericho: But I'm not looking for sympathy, am I junior?

Lance stands up, obviously offended.

Lance Storm: Neither am I!

Chris Jericho: Good.. then stop your fits and whining.. focus on your match, cause you know, it's not just five other men you're facing at Ring Of Dreams.. one of them is me and I won't hesistate in kicking your ass for that title.

Lance Storm: Don't be foolish, you don't stand a chance at winning..

Chris Jericho: I don't?

Both men go nose to nose, William Regal suddenly entering the ring lockeroom, getting between them..

Chris Jericho: Don't be so sure..

Chris Jericho storms out, the scene fading.

Tag Team Match
Shawn Michaels & Randy Orton vs. Mordecai and Chris Jericho

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Winner: dddddddd

Vince McMahon: Buff.. come on.. calm down.. This isn't doing you any good.