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Intercontinental Championship: Primal vs CM Punk
"Well it's becoming obvious what we're dealing with here folks, this is a development I do NOT like" goes Ross,
"Well whether that's who we think it is or not JR.. Tonight's Raw is brought to you by... Spit or Swallow's Mouth Wash, do YOU spit or swallow?" asks King
"Quite frankly I wouldn't like to answer that King, at least not on live TV. But tonight Raw is ALSO brought to you by... Kunts..."
"I beg your pardon?" laughs King, butting in
"Kuntswasser!, Germanys finest beer, now available in all good stores..... and bathrooms" finishes Ross, a censored animated logo of a beer bottle and two females legs appearing, what's going on we can't quite make out. Jerry Lawler seems about ready to make suggestions when he's cut off by the sound of This Fire Burns and a chorus of boos
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUH...... YEEEEAH..." screeches the row of Killswitch Engage, Punk marching onto stage with a sour expression, having changed his attire slightly, more like retro-CM Punk in white zip up top, his yellow and black trunks still present and Mickie James right behind him
"I still have no idea what the hell has gotten into CM Punk folks, maybe his recent success has gone to his head or the influence of that Jezebel, that psycho Mickie James..."
"Hold on a minute JR, what did Mickie do??"
"Only actively encourage CM Punk to GTS Lita King, she is a vicious woman, a woman that has somehow turned this respectable, great Superstar CM Punk into the arrogant, conceited individual you see right there" Ross spits, Punk making the "X" sign with his arms before he hops up onto the apron and enters the ring.
"CM Punk a former Champion in Ring of Honor folks, a former standout on the independent circuit but it's only since WrestleMania and that great performance in the Money in the Bank Ladder match that he's started to realize his true potential, in with a hell of a chance at the Intercontinental Championship.... but he'll need to get past this man...."
Killswitch Engage cuts and a mixed reaction sounds out, many actually cheering Primal where normally they'd boo him out of the building it seems as Metallica hits
"HEY, I'M YOUR LIFE, I'M THE ONE WHO TAKES YOU THERE, HEY, I'M YOUR LIFE, I'M THE ONE WHO CARES....."
The crowd remain mixed as the Scandinavian Sleigh, the Danish Destroyer, Primal marches onto stage with a face of both fury and mockery, looking down at Punk, almost dismissive, like a predator looking at it's next victim. Primal marches down the aisle, giving a roar and a snort as he goes
"THEY, THEY BETRAY, I'M YOUR ONLY TRUE FRIEND NOW, THEY, THEY'LL BETRAY, I'M FOREVER THERE....." continue Metallica, Primal storming up the steps with his Championship belt over his shoulder
"Primal in undefeated in 2008 folks, except for that disgraceful United States Championship match a few weeks ago. He is raw power, he is destruction on a global scale and bah Gawd does CM Punk have what it takes to defeat Primal in the biggest match of his career?" asks Ross, the big Dane parading the gold in the ring before folding it and handing it to our Referee for this contest
"I think he can JR, you saw the new attitude, he's Mickie James by his side.. this isn't the CM Punk we've known on and off for the past two years, this is the new old Punk, he's straight edge and he's BETTER than you and certainly better than that beer swilling idiot Primal" claims Lawler, CM Punk and Primal going nose to nose, the fans clearly behind Primal, considering Punk's attack on Lita to be far too heinous to let pass
"PRIMAL'S GUNNA KILL YOU..... PRIMAL'S GUNNA KILL YOU..... PRIMAL'S GUNNA KILL YOU....." chant the fans suddenly, Punk looking to them for a second with a smirk... before he hits a Right hand to Primal, the bell ringing out as the Intercontinental Championship match gets underway with Punk in charge. Here's a Collar and Elbow Tie up initiated by Punk, both men looking for leverage, Primal with the massive strength advantage but taken by surprise by the quick start of CM Punk. Primal finally gets the advantage and backs Punk into the corner, his back touching the turnbuckles - ordered to be broken. Primal looks pissed off as he has to break and we're back at square one. Primal backs up as Punk strolls a little forward, rolling his wrists to loosen them as he does. The two me circle each other... and again Punk catches Primal off guard with a spin kick to the midsection, Primal anticipating a second Collar and Elbow tie up possibly. Punk hits the kick to the abdomen, one right under the chin as Primal keels. He staggers back, Punk looks for the big Roundhouse - ducked, Primal's around and behind, arms under Punks..... Full Nelson Slam, massive and stunning impact as CM Punk is driven into the canvas, head smashing off it whiplash style. The Straight Edge Superstar clutches his head and withers in agony as Primal bends to grab the head, pulling him to his feet - European Uppercut, Punk staggering away, easily scooped up by his stronger opponent.... and Primal drops Punk face first onto the top turnbuckle - there's the Snake Eyes. Punk springs off, treated like a rag doll here in the early going - shoved into the corner. Primal scores with a stiff kick, again, again, being rough with Punk here as he stomps a mudhole, there's a Right hand, again, again, Punk beat down to the lowest rope, sat on the canvas. The Dane backs up and charges.... smashes home, a Running Knee Strike into Punk sat in the corner, the joint seemingly smashing right into his jaw. Punk calls to the canvas, seemingly already out of this contest. Primal bends and grabs the head of Punk, pulling him up and walking him to the next corner, he attempts to slam the challenger's head into the top turnbuckle... blocked off by Punk, Elbow to Primal's face sends him staggering and how it's Punk grabbing Primal's head - slams it into the corner. Primal hands there, Punk scores with the Clothesline into the pads - Right Hand, Right Hand, Right Hand, grabs the arm for the Irish Whip... and scores, Primal running into the opposite corner. The Straight Edge Superstar charges, looking for that High Knee in the corner - Primal has it scouted - Back Body Drop right over the top rope... but Punk manages to land on the apron... and hits a Shoulder Thrust through the ropes as Primal turns, leaps up onto the top rope Springboard style, looking for his Springboard Crossbody... flys... and Primal expertly catches him across the shoulders, a deafening roar sounding out as Primal roars back and goes for it....
"SAMOAN DROP, GOD ALMIGHTY WHAT A SAMOAN DOP" screams Ross as Primal throws himself backward with all of his weight, a massive THHHHUD echoing out as the ring shakes as CM Punk is driven into the mat. Here's the cover, Primal across with the Lateral Press - One... Two.... ThreNO, last possibly millisecond kickout by CM Punk, showing some resilience there as Mickie James looks relieved at ringside. Punk is already rising, both men on their feet and the kickout seems to have maybe given CM Punk a quick burst of confidence as he swings for Primal with a Clothesline - ducked, Primal goes running into the ropes, springs off just as his challenger spins - Flying Shoulder block takes Punk right off his feet and here's another pinning attempt, Primal hooking the leg this time - One.. Two.. Thrno, Punk's out of that easily and Primal looks a little irate, straddling Punk and hitting closed fists - Right Hand, Right Hand, Right Hand, Headbutt, a crack sounding out as skull connects with nose, Primal pulling Punks head forward by his hair to show his nose is indeed bleeding but Primal could care less, pummeling his fists down, Right Hand, Right Hand, Right Hand, again and again and again until the Referee has to give the Danish Destroyer the five count. He breaks at four and goes straight back into the hook of the leg - One... Two... Threno. Primal looks at the Referee accusingly but says nothing, instead getting behind Punk as he sits forward - one arm around the neck for the Sleeper, the other arm smashing an Elbow into the side of CM Punks head, a brutal and nasty maneuver here by the Intercontinental Champion - Elbow Strike, no defense, the air draining from the challenger's lungs. Punk starts to struggle, the disadvantage of this one armed Sleeper being the lack of grip, Punk getting up - Elbow Strike, again, again, Primal breaks and is swaying on his legs as Punk grabs the arm - Irish Whip into the bottom corner, Punk charging right after the Champion - High Knee up into the chest in the corner, grabs Primal's head and leaps back toward the center of the ring... trademark Bulldog out of the corner, Primal is down. Punk floats over, grabs the leg... ONE... TWO.... THRENO, oh so near but Primal kicks out and kicks out strong. Punk stomps down onto the rising Primal, a punch, stomp, stomp, all no sold. Primal's up, Punk goes for the kick - caught, spun around - Primal hits the Gut Kick as he's back to face him, the former ROH star keels over, Primal underhooks the arms..... Double Underhook Suplex. CM Punk staggers up on instinct, no idea where he is it seems as he staggers, back now to Primal who pounces, underhooks one arm, the other arm across the throat....PRIMAL SCRE... NO, Punk immediately scrambles to the ropes, free arm looped over the top one. The Referee is right behind Primal, demanding he break the hold as Punk thrashes around, trying to get away, Primal is refusing to break - One... Two.. Three... Fou... and suddenly Punk kicks his leg back and up - Mule Kick up into the groin of Primal AND the Referee who was right behind the Dane. The Champion breaks the hold and staggers back keeled over, the Referee falling to the canvas. Punk spins and smirks, Mickie James excited at ringside, screaming out for the GTS. Punk scoops Primal up, but turns as he hears the enormous roar coming from the aisle, getting louder and louder as we see the figure streaking down the aisle in black jeans and top, his distinctive hair flowing behind him
"IT'S JEFF HARDY, JEFF HARDY WITH A CHAIR...." cries Ross, Hardy clearly pissed at what happened to Lita earlier in the show suggests King as Punk drops Primal off his shoulders down behind him, standing ready to face Jeff as he slides in under the bottom rope, quickly on his feet and flying with the steel....
THWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAACK, the steel strikes home... but NOT to CM Punk, the Straight Edge Superstar leaping aside and allowing Jeff to smash the chair straight into the skull of the rising Primal. Hardy looks stunned and quickly spins toward Punk, Jeff near the ropes, Punk charges - and Clotheslines Jeff out to the mats in front of the announce desk. Punk spins to the staggering Primal, Gut Kick, scoops him up over his shoulders... and drops him into the knee
"GO TO SLEEP, GTS, GTS.... NO..." wails Ross, Punk down and grabbing the leg just as the Referee starts to recover, a few second before he raised his hand and slams it down...
"ONE....."
"TWO...."
"THREE, MY GOD, GOD ALMIGHTY... PUNK WINS, PUNK WINS" cries Ross, absolutely stunned as the entire front row seem to have their mouths agape, Punk down on his knees clutching the Intercontinental Championship
"This has to be one of the biggest upsets of all time, since Titan beat Hollywood Nitro... I don't believe what we're seeing!" claims JR, Mickie in the ring, jumping up and down in excitement, hugging Punk as he stands
'JR, th...." King starts, cut off as Jeff Hardy is back in the ring, minus the chair, smashing into Punk and taking him down - Right hand, again, again, again, both men up - trademark Jawbreaker, grabs the legs - Double Legdrop to the nether regions. Jeff stands and turns to Mickie, the Diva squeaking as she tries to get away and Jeff grabs her by the head and hair, the fans roaring as he pulls her back - and kisses her straight on the lips, the fans erupting with a "JEFF, JEEF, JEFF" chant as she struggles and finally breaks away, rolling under the ropes. The Lip lock allows Punk time to get up, the Rainbow Haired Warrior spins.. but before either man can make a move they're floored by an enraged Primal, the Dane berserk. CM Punk gets up, back to the Dane, Half Nelson, other arm across the throat - THE ECHO,. Primal is drilled, he spins to Jeff, grabs his head - Clothesline nearly takes his head off. Primal roars as the cheers he had moments ago turns to boos, pulling Jeff with one arm to the corner. Primal climbs the turnbuckles, back to Jeff below, he reaches the middle one and bounces once... twice... and flings his legs out horizontally behind him, full weight coming down on the smaller Jeff
"VADER BOMB, THE VADER BOMB TO JEFF HARDY, GOD ALMIGHTY HE MUST BE BROKEN IN HALF" wails JR, Primal going up again when suddenly the crowd erupt in a roar - ANOTHER figure streaking down the aisle
"IT'S REY MYSTERIO, WHAT THE HELL..." cries Ross, Rey Rey in under the bottom rope, charging at the ropes near Primal who's still half way up the turnbuckles, leaps onto the top rope, springboard.... Springboard Hurricanrana to Primal off the turnbuckles to send him flipping over to the outside in front of the announce desks, the crowd going nuts as the Dane staggers up, Mysterio leaps onto the top rope again... Springboard Seated Senton, inside to the outside - Primal down again
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT BUINESS REY MSYTERIO HAS OUT HERE FOLKS BUT BAH GAWD I'M PLEASED TA SEE HIM" cries Ross, Mysterio adjusting his mask as he stands, Primal staying down and the camera instead switching to the aisle where a recovered CM Punk is backing away with Mickie James and the Intercontinental Championship
"Well the bottom line here folks is that Jeff Hardy has accidentally cost Primal the Intercontinental Championship, I don't know what business Rey Mysterio has out here but you've gotta believe he's re-staking his claim to a title shot.. something that's NOT gunna please Primal, or Jeff Hardy who it seems is furious after what happened to Lita earlier this evening" claims our play by play man as we focus on CM Punk stood in the center of the stage, his brand new Intercontinental Championship belt held aloft as some vaguely remembered music hits - AFI's Miseria Cantare, Punks old theme pre-WWE
"NOTHING FROM NOWHERE I'M NO ONE AT ALL, RADIATE RECOGNIZE ONE SILENT CALL AS WE AAALL FORM.. ONE DARK FLAAAME... AS WE ALL FORM ONNNNE DARK FLAME......"
The boos are deafening as the camera swings to the crowd, catching sight once more to the dark figure near the darkened skybox, that slash of red hair all we can make out of his face... except the fact he seems to be smiling.
"LOVE.... YOUR HATE.... YOUR.... FAITH LOST.... YOU... ARE NOW.... ONE.... OF US.... LOVE.... YOUR HATE.... YOUR.... FAITH LOST.... YOU... ARE NOW.... ONE.... ONE OF US" is the last thing we hear as we focus again on the victorious CM Punk and we fade to a commercial break.....
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