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Fatal-4-Way Elimination Match for the Intercontinental Championship: Doomsday vs. The Rock vs. Michael Shane vs. John Cena
As we return to the ring area we get a wide shot of the ring, the crowd popping as an unfamiliar figure strides up the steps in a white Tuxedo, mic in his hand
"Wait a minute JR... IT'S MICHAEL BUFFER!! HAHA" squeals a delighted King, JR sounding not particularly amused as we see Buffer take out his cards with the match details on, Lillian Garcia looking on
"Michael Buffer of course the premiere ring announcer in the world folks, announced many great boxing matches in his time, another former WCW alumnus however and in all honesty, why is he here King? Lillian Garcia could announce this match..." goes Ross, Lawler interrupting
"JR, do you know how much Michael Buffer costs??" he asks
"Oh yeah" says Ross simply "Having Buffer call this match is like hanging a million dollar chain around the neck of Michael Shane, he things it makes him look good, better than everybody else but lemme tell ya - it just makes him look an arrogant jerk... there's just no need for this King" spits Ross, the crowd popping however as the voice of Buffer comes over the speakers
"Lllllladies and gentlemen... are you ready?? he asks, the crowd popping
"American Airlines Arena, Miami.... ARE... YOU.... RRRRRRRRRRREADY???"
Massive roar this time
"Then, for the thousands in attendance.. for the millions watching around the world, ladies and gentleman..... LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETS GET REEEEEEEEEEEEEEADY TO RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMBLE!!!!!!!!"
As Buffer cries out pyro explodes across the stage, left to right and then a massive final explosion, KanYe West - Stronger blasting out through the noise
"WORK IT, DO IT, MAKE US, HARDER, BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER" blares the music, the crowd booing as they see Michael Shane in long coat come striding through the dry ice now pouring through the entrance way, sunglasses over his eyes as he surveys his "ovation"
"Th-th-that that don't kill me can only make me stronger.. I need you to hurry up now, cause I can't wait much longer. I know I got to be right now, cause I can't get much wronger.. Man I been waitin' all night now, that's how long I've been on ya... I need ya right now... I need ya right now"
The jeers get louder as Eric Bischoff appears alongside Shane, still in his T-Shirt and denim jacket but as the camera gets behind the duo we can see that it's the same jacket he wore in the 90's, "nWo" emblazoned across the back
"Let's get lost tonight, you could be my black Kate Moss tonight, play secretary, I'm the boss tonight. And you don't give a f**k what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior, Damn they don't make 'em like this anymore. I ask, cause I'm not sure. Do anybody make real shit anymore?"
Shane and Bischoff stride forward, the American Dream jawing with a few fans
"Bow in the presence of greatness, cause right now thou has forsaken us. You should be honored by my lateness, that I would even Show up to this fake shit. So go ahead go nuts, go ape shit. Especially in my pastel, all my bape shit, act like you can't tell who made this. New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters" goes West as we now once more hear from Michael Buffer
"Introducing first, your winner...." he goes, King laughing out loud
"He is the most exciting athlete in WWE today, a former Three Time World Tag Team Champion, United States Champion, XFW International Champion, IVW Champion, uncrowned ECW TV Champion, Worlds Sexiest Man 2007, Time Magazines Person of the Year 2006... Former Horseman and D-Generation X Member.. He is a future WWE Hall of Famer - The New Generation Nature Boy, Los Galactico.... THE AMERICAN DREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM...... MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHAEL SHANE" wails Buffer to a chorus of boos, the crowd not liking the over-the-top announcing it seems as we see Bischoff applauding smugly, Shane sliding under the bottom rope.
"Well that's a somewhat unique way of introducing the challenger folks" goes Ross, equally unamused it seems as we see Shane nip-up and shake Buffers hand, the announcer leaving the ring, clearly leaving everybody else to be announced by Lillian
"Oh of course everybody else isn't going to be announced by Michael Shanes personal announcer" mocks Ross
"They didn't pay for him JR!" retorts King, Shane taking off his coat and sunglasses, dropping them over the top rope for Bischoff
"Well never the less, when you cut through all the BS this should be a hell of a contest. You've four of the greatest talents in the business in my estimation ready to put it all on the line here in this Fatal-4-Way Elimination Match. Four men will start, one man will end up as the sole survivor and more importantly - Intercontinental Champion"
"And JR... you've gotta consider Michael Shane the favorite - he's hungry, he's got the master tactician Eric Bischoff behind him, he's the look, the carisma, the talent and most of all, the promise of women if he wins here tonight!!!" squeals Lawler as Kanye cuts and the head back to the stage
"Well I'm sure thats a great incentive King and I've no doubt that despite his attitude, Michael Shane would dearly love to be Intercontinental Champion but he'll have to go through Three other men to get there, one of them... this man...."
JR fades away as suddenly the speakers burst back to life....
"BBBBBBBBBBYABADADO..." hits the opening lyric of The Time Is Now, the crowd erupting in massive ovation as almost immediately the figure of John Cena explodes through the curtain
"YOUR TIME IS UP, MY TIME IS NOW, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, MY TIME IS NOW... IT'S THE FRANCHISE BOY, I'M SHININ' NOW, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, MY TIME IS NOW!!!" blares the music as Cena, in his usual attire and latest red and white Loyalty, Hustle, Respect T-Shirt roars into the crowd, calling for the crowd to cheer back which they do - Mr Money In The Bank holding aloft his spinner case
"JR... every time I see that case it makes me hate John Cena just that little bit more" sighs King
"You hate him over a case?" JR asks
"No, the case just reminds me why I hate him JR! he's a fake, like the stones on that case - he's cheap, haha" laughs Lawler as Cenas heads down the aisle, announced by Lillian Garcia
"Well we've debated that fact before King and you can love John Cena or ya can hate him, I doubt he cares - he's down for the people who love him" JR retorts, King laughing at JRs use of the phrase "he's down"
"JR, don't try and speak like the youth, you're not down with the homeboys like I am" Lawler laughs, Cena entering the ring and again hoisting aloft the case before handing it to the Referee, not on the line here of course
"John Cena, like Michael Shane, never been an Intercontinental Champion folks, this is a hell of an opportunity for these two youngsters, not only to get a shot at a title as prestigious as the Intercontinental Championship but also to get in the ring with Two veterans like The Rock and Doomsday"
Cena pulls off his T-Shirt to the familiar female roar, tossing it out to the fans as the camera heads back to the stage, the roar becoming deafening as the beats of Electrifying hit
"IF YA SMMMMMMMELLLLLLLLL... WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN?"
The noise is deafening as the camera focuses on the entrance way, the figure of The Rock suddenly bounding out, full of energy as he looks around him, ready to unload on somebody here it seems as he wastes no time in striding down the aisle
"The Rock a former Four Time Intercontinental Champion folks, he has the home field advantage, the pedigree, the desire.. it'd be a damn confident man who bet against The Great One here tonight at the Survivor Series" JR claims as Rocky is also announced by Lillian, eyeing Cena and Shane as he storms up the steps, the adrenaline almost visibly pumping through his vains as he strides through the ropes
"JR, just because The Rock beat some Jabroni from Scotland a few months ago, it doesn't mean he can hang with Doomsday, or with Michael Shane. His only change has to be pinning John Cena" squeals King, The Great One climbing the far turnbuckles and throwing back his arm, his eyes closed as he smells that electricity in the air, camera moving around him, filled with a stream of hundreds of cameras flashing, everybody wanting this photo of the Peoples Champion
"Will you stop King,hat anybody, a deserves to be in this match more that anybody, he's a former United States Champion, Mr Money in the Bank, he's been on a hell of a roll lately as Michael Shane knows all too well, the Rocks pedigree is matched by a handful of superstars and that's all - he's a former United States Champion, a four time Intercontinental Champion, star of countless movies and in my estimation it's only a matter of time till the Great one is WWE Champion, thats just my take on it" goes Ross
"But tonight, he's certainty got his hands full. Not least with a seven foot monster who's about ready to tear him apart..." adds our play by play man, Electrifying cutting as Rocky steps down and heads to his corner, the atmosphere turning icy.....
The soft piano keys echo hauntingly around the arena, the boos setting in as dry ice fills the stage and fiery pyro explodes up down the stage, one by one until they come back, the guitars and drums of Linkin Park's In The End hitting. The boos get louder as Doomsday strides onto stage, Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder, familiar insane look in his eye
"Well there ya see him, the Intercontinental Champion Doomsday and King, this is a man on a mission, a man more focused than I've ever seen him" goes Ross, DD heading down the aisle
"Exactly JR.. and when you've a focuses seven foot three hundred Pounder.. that spells trouble" retorts Lawler, the camera getting the low down shot to simply Show just how big he is
"But the thing is King, we just don't know what's made him so focused. The change occurred around the time he removed that mask, it was a liberating experience quite possibly, that mask being his trademark for many, many years, at least as long as I can remember, but why the change? what changed in DDs life fopr him to make sure a drastic decision"
No answer is forthcoming from Lawler as the Champion is announced by Lillian, striding up the steep steps and easily over the top rope
"Doomsday a former World Tag Team Champion here in WWE as well folks, winning the Intercontinental Championship and Tag Titles in FWC as well, not to mention being the only WWE Hall of Famer currently active here in WWE next to Sphere"
"He's my pick JR.. Doomsday is a survivor, everybody thought he was gone for good, he came back, he survived... and I think he can do it again right here"
DD hands the belt to the Referee who parades it around, Ross reminding us of some of the history as all four men take their corners, the atmosphere electric. The Referee checks on all four men and happy that everything is in order the bell sound out, our fatal-4-way elimination match underway. No man makes a quick move, all four staying in their corners and judging just how this one is going to get started. Cena glances at the Rock, wondering if he can trust him, Shane staring as DD and seeing nothing but that crazed expression. DD suddenly moves, taking a step toward Michael Shane, the Dream nearly leaping from the ring but DD smirks, just testing his challengers nerve it seems as we start out tense. Shane now shouts something over to Cena, John nodding and then pointing to Rocky whos immediately on the defensive but as words are exchanged the crowd roar, Shane, Rock and Cena all moving toward each other and turning as one to face Doomsday - 3 on 1. Doomsday needs no invitation and shows no intimidation as he explodes forward - Clotheslines down Cena, Clothesline top Shane - Right hand to the Rock, Right hand, into the ropes - goes for the Whip - Reversed - Doomsday's charging right at Michael Shane whos just standing near the ropes - Back Body Drop, the Champion sailing over and hitting the canvas in front of the announce desks. Shane looks startled, not knowing where DD came from - but he too is quickly sent out, a rising John Cena scoring with the Clothesline to send him up and over, nearly landing on top of Doomsday. Cena grins, pleased with his actions.. Rockys right there behind his though as Cena spins... does a double take at the Rock right behind him - Right hand by Rocky, Right hand, into the corner - no friends in this match. Rock grabs the arm, looking for the Irish Whip here - scores.. but no, reversed by Cena and Rocky goes into the bottom set of pads with authority, his back hitting hard. Rocky staggers forward - into the Gut Kick, Cena applies the Front Facelock, hooks the trunks - hoists up Rocky and hooks the leg as he does - Fisherman Suplex, big time impact - into the float over, the hook of the leg.... no, Two count only, Cena nearly scoring a shock win early. Rockys already getting to his feet however, looking a little dazed as he staggers into the ropes - shoved into them by Cena, added momentum on an Irish Whip - into the ropes, Rock running and rebounding as Cena bends for the Back Body Drop - Rock grabs the bent head... brings it down - DDT, both men down. Rocky stays down for a few seconds to recover his Wind and senses from that Fisherman Suplex it seems, allowing Michael Shane the time he needs to get back into the ring... along with Doomsday, all four men now in as Rocky and Cena stand - Clothesline by DD to The Rock, Clothesline to Cena by Shane. The American Dreams grabs the head of the Doctor of Thuganomics as he gets quickly up - and flings him right over the top rope in the same position that Cena threw him out earlier - Shane getting his revenge to leave us now with the New Generation Nature Boy and the Intercontinental Champion. Shane unwisely decides to showboat, back to Doomsday as he waves his hand in front of his face toward his nemesis Cena, the crowd actually popping for DD - knowing the evil intentions in his mind as his eyes burn a hole in the back of Michael Shane. Shane suddenly becomes tense, swallowing hard as he realizes whats going on. He slowly turns, not wanting to face whats behind him..... Right hand by DD, Right hand, again, again, Shane staggering under the blows, landing one back, another, attempting an unlikely comeback in a fistfight against the 7 foot monster - and he's quickly cut off - Right hand, Right hand by DD... thrust to the throat sends the former United States Champion down... and rolling to the outside, Shane thinking himself safe..... but he's rolled right into the hands of the angry John Cena. Shanes on his feet, Cena grabs the head - slams it into the edge of the apron... and rolls him right back into the ring, throwing Shane to the lions. Doomsday gives a sick grin, like a predator watching his pray... and he hits another soup bone like Right hand to send Shane staggering into the ropes, Doomsday grabs the arm - Irish Whip... no, Shane manages to reverse it, Doomsday charging across the ring.... but never rebounding - The Rock pulls him out feet first on the otherside, much to the American Dreams annoyance... Right hand by Rocky, again - cut off with a Side Knee from DD, Right Hand of his own... and suddenly both men go down, John Cena charging around the ring out of nowhere and scoring with a Double Clothesline, the crowd erupting in ovation. Cena roars to the crowd, the fans however getting louder as they see Michael Shane charging across the ring - Cena spins on the outside....
"SUICIDE DIVE... SPEAR, A SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE" roars Ross, the fans popping big time for the high risk - Cena taken down. Shane lays on the mats and looks up with a cocky smirk, liking the cheers it seems, either that or the pain he just inflicted on John Cena. Either way the former MNM man stands, taking his sweet time as he looks around... and goes to Doomsday, unfinished business with him from just moments ago. JR praises his guts in going for the biggest man, Shane grabbing the arm... Irish Whip....
CRAAAAAAAAAASH, Doomsday smashes into the steel ring steps, crashing over the top and into the barrier - the Champion may have just been taken out of contention here claims Ross as Shane now moves toward Cena, Mr Money in the Bank just getting to his knees... Front Facelock Applied, grabs the pants - Snap Suplex by Shane, no Three Amigos tonight, Shane instead quickly moving to the also rising Rock, totally taking charge here it seems as he gets Rocky in a Front Facelock as well - goes for the Snap Suplex... no, the Great One breaks away in mid-air, comes down the back, on his feet, Shane spins - Scoop Slam on the mats, Shane crying out as he hits hard. Rocky grabs him, rolls him back in and follows but there's no pinning attempt, the American Dream wisely crawling away toward the corner as Rock gets up. Shane is standing now in the pads, Rocky striding over, goes for a Right Hand.. no, Shane ducks and spins out of the pads, turning his opponent into them.... CRACK, scores with the Ric Flair style Knife Edge Chop, letting out a "WOOOOOO" in the process thats echoed by the fans. Shane grabs the arm, feeling he's softened him up enough to whip him into the opposite side... but he hasn't, the Great One reversed the whip - Shane goes into the corner... but he grabs the top rope on either side, slingshots over a running Rock, on his feet behind him as the Great One spins - Shane attempts the Clothesline - ducked by Rock, around and behind himself, Shane spins this time - Irish Whip by the Rock, the Dream running and rebounding.... Rock scoops him up over the shoulders - Samoan Drop, the crowd roaring for the big move but neither man can capitalize and both stay laid out - nobody yet eliminated from this match.... but they might be now, John Cena slowly climbing the corner from the outside, measuring both Michael Shane and The Rock as they slowly get to their knees, on all fours.... Cena leaps off.... Double Leg Drop across the back of both Shane and Rocks necks, the crowd on their feet in ovation for that, JR stunned that Cena pulled that from the hat.... and Cena rolls across The Rock, the leg is hooked - One, Two... no, Rocky kicks out, arm thrust up to Show his shoulder clearly off the canvas. The crowd are electric, anticipating a fall as Cena quickly scrambles across Michael Shane instead, leg hooked as we see Doomsday slowly entering, smartly no breaking up the pin - One, Two... no, Shane kicks out as well. Cena looks shocked, holding up three fingers as he stands, turns... and turns right into a thunderous Running Clothesline from Doomsday, Cenas head nearly taken off his shoulders. DD turns to Rocky - Stomp, stomp.. and then to Shane - Stomp, Stomp, back to the Great One - grabs him by the head and trunks, lifts him to his feet - and DD tosses him over the top rope, heading over to Shane and doing the same, clearing the ring for himself and John Cena. The boos echo out as Doomsday lifts his hand aloft, signaling for the Chokeslam as he stands behind the Doctor of Thuganomics.... Cena uses the ropes to stand, unsteady on his legs as he spins... SLAP, hand goes around the throat.... elbow by Cena, strikes the side of DDs bald head... elbow again, smashes his way clear. DD lets go of the hold, staggering back and leaving himself wide open to a big Cena style Right hand, again, again, going in from distance and seemingly striking home. DD staggers back, into the ropes where John grabs the arm - Irish Whip? no, reversed by Doomsday - into the Short Arm Whip, pulling Cena back toward him....
"SPINEBUSTER... COVER..." blares Ross, the impact echoing through the arena as Doomsday rolls across, the leg is hooked - One, Two, threno, Cena just kicks out at the last second, very near fall. DD looks pissed, so close to eliminating Cena there but the window of opportunity is still wide open, Doomsday dropping an Elbow Drop, a second - the Lateral Press no - One, Two, Thno, same result - Cena out at Two and a half. This all is simply draining the energy of Cena however and JR claims that this high impact will soon begin to Show as the relentless Doomsday again stands to his feet.... and is almost immediately hit with a Clothesline from a charging Rock, the Great One exploding back into the ring. Doomsday is staggering up - Right by a Rock Right Hand, Doomsday back with a clubbing blow of his own, Rock again, DD, Rock, DD, Rock, DD, Rock - it's a slobberknocker. Rock hits again, this time DD is staggering - gets the second, the third Right hand - spits, Fourth Right Hand into the ropes. Rock grabs the arm - goes for the whip - Doomsday reversed and the Great One runs and rebounds, spring off the rope s- Flying Clothesline takes down the big man, both Doomsday and The Rock down in the center of the ring.... till Rocky nips up, shades of Shawn Michaels and the crowd roar big time, the sweat pouring of Rockys fevered brow as he stares at DD, wide eyed and thinking about delivering on the Rock Bottom possibly...... but Michael Shane is up on the apron, springs up onto the top rope, Rocky spinning toward him.... Springboard Dropkick, Shane grabs the legs, Rocks shoulders down - One, Two, Threno, Rocks away, both men up on their feet, Doomsday up as well... Double Clothesline, Rock and Shane almost taken out of their boots by the power of the Champion. Both men are up, DD grabs the arms of both men and looks for a Double Whip.... but Shane and Cena dont co-operate, both men rooted to the spot and in face they manage to instead reverse it... Doomsday goes smashing into the opposite corner. Shane and Cena eye each other suspiciously, Shane saying something, Cena retorting and pointing at DD, seemingly suggesting that they work together here to eliminate the Champion it seems. Shane and Cena stroll over toward DD - Right hand by Cena, Knife Edge by Shane - Double Gut Kick - and a Double Whip into the opposite set of pads, Doomsday just hanging there as Cena quickly goes down on all fours in the center of the ring. The American Dream charges at Cena, leaps onto his back and springs off.... right into Doomsday - scores with the Air America. Shane grabs the head of Doomsday as he stumbles from the corner, charges forward - Facebuster into the canvas, immediately leaping up, charging at the ropes.... Springboard Lionsault - One, Two... no, DD kicks out with authority, throwing off Shane and sending him halfway across the ring. Cena moves in, straight Right hand, again, again, into the corner - goes for the Whip, reversed, Cena is charging... and taking down by The Rock and a Clothesline, the Peoples Champion back in. Rocky is immediately smashed into by DD, Shane back up and helping, shoving the Great One into the corner - Double Whip, Rocky charging across the ring... and smashing into the opposite set of pads, flipping up and over... but coming back down on the canvas, staggering around toward the waiting Michael Shane and Doomsday - Double Back Body Drop... Both The Dream and DD make toward him but Shane is the quicker, laughing and giving DD the finger as he grabs the legs of the Great One, twisting them around his own... Figure Four Leg Lock, the Rock put into the Figure Four. Rocky cries out in pain, hands to his head and trying to desperately smash his fist into the legs of his challenger. Meanwhile Doomsday exits the squared circle to the apron, calmly walking along toward the near Turnbuckles. Back in the ring Shane is crying out for Rocky to tap, the Peoples Champion desperately reaching behind him and trying to make it to the ropes.....
CRAAAAACK
"WHAT THE HELL? HOUSTON HANGOVER... DD HITS THE HOUSTON HANGOVER TO MICHAEL SHANE... IT'S GOTTA BE IT...." screams Ross as from the corner comes 300 pounds, smashing down like a lead weight across the throat of Shane as he had the Figure-Four Applied.... One... Two... ThreNO, Shane somehow, someway kicks out of the Lateral Press, Doomsday showing rare emotion as he looms up in surprise. He starts to rise, that familiar cheer going up as Cena stands, charges at the rising Doomsday.... Running Neck Snap, the Throwback, leaping over DD as he grabs the head, snapping his neck back and taking DD down. Cenas full of energy, new momentum gained as he leaps up - Clotheslines down The Rock, Clotheslines down the rising DD, adrenaline pumping through his vains here - on his feet, back pedals to the ropes and springs off - Running Shoulder Block to Doomsday, into the ropes again, springs off... Clotheslines down Rocky again, spins, Michael Shane staggering to his feet in no mans land, staggering around - Back Suplex by Cena, right in the center of the ring. The arena explodes in ovation as John stands next to his with a smile, holding aloft his palm and calling for the noise of the fans.... as he waves that hand in the face of The American Dream.
"YOU CAN'T SEE ME!!!" cry the crowd, Cena up, back pedaling into the ropes and spring off, gives us the theatrics..... scores with the Five Knuckle Shuffle. Cena stands quickly, moves into the stalking position.... and shoots right out under the bottom rope, the crowd booing as The Rock and Doomsday scores with Right Hands. DD grabs Cenas arm... Irish Whip into the Barrier on the outside, his Alliance with the Great One quickly broken as Rocky grabs the back of his head... and runs him into the ringpost, going down to his knees briefly to regain some spent adrenaline - bodies strewn everywhere JR claims. Rocky unsurprisingly is the first to stand and heads right to his hated opponent, grabbing DDs head and walking him to the announce desk - slams the bald head down on the top of JR and Kings announce desk. Doomsday looks out of it and allows Rock to roll the Intercontinental Champion onto the desk. Rocky stands and grabs the head of DD, his intention to Rock Bottom him through the announce desk it seems.... no, Michael Shane is there, pulling Rocks leg out from underneath him and causing him to fall forward - both Doomsday and Rock now in a heap on the desk. Shane takes a quick look at them before climbing the ring apron, back to Rock and DD... he leaps up, springs back off the middle rope toward the announce desk.... scores, Asai Moonsault... but the table doesn't break, DD, Shane and Rocky drilled into the unforgiving wood. Shane clutches his abdomen, ribs hurt it seems but not taking too much of the blow. The Dream has spied Cena in the ring getting back to his feet, eager to confront his enemy it seems as he slides in, charges at Cena with a Clothesline - Cena's playing possum - scores with the Drop Toe Hold, the foot in place, arms around the neck and jaw
"STFU, STFU, CENAS GOT THE STFU!!!!!" screams Jim Ross over the din of the roaring crowd.
"SHANE'S IN NO MAN'S LAND, HE'S GOTTA TAP!!" he adds, the American Dream crying out in pain as we see the realitivly quiet Eric Bischoff at ringside, urging Shane not to give up[ and he claws at Cenas powerful arms, going red in the face as his air begins to dry up. Cenas roaring for Shane to tap, the passion on his face as he yanks back more and more, Share crying out in agony as he tries to reach the ropes.... and STILL he can't reach, Cena pulling back harder and harder, surely just within seconds of making the first elimination.... Shane grabs the bottom rope, Cena looking stunned as his opponent saves himself. John Cena looks drained, using up a lot of adrenaline there, not noticing The Rock in the ring behind him as he stands - simple School Boy by The Rock - One, Two, Threno, near fall, the opportunistic Rock a second away himself as John breaks, both men up on their feet - Right Hand from the Rock, again, again, Cenas in the ropes, Irish Whip by Rocky - Cena runs and rebounds - Snap Overhead Belly to Belly by the Rock, big time elevation. John Cena is on spaghetti legs now as he stands, Rock waiting in the stalking position and easily shoving him back against the ropes. Cena is whipped a second time, runs and rebounds again, nothing he can do about it here... and he runs right into the Spinebuster, the trademark spin on the pine by the Great One and no every fan is on their feet again, the camera going off and the "ROCKY, ROCKY, ROCKY" chant filling the air - the Peoples Champion striding around to the head of Cena.... and raising the eyebrow. The crowd pop as slowly the elbow pad is peeled off the right arm, Rocky tossing it out into the crowd on the camera side. The arms swing, Rock running into the ropes
"JR!!! ARE YOU READY... IT'S THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MOVE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMEMNT TODAY...." squeals King, Rocky into the ropes, springing off and running over Cena into the other side, springing off again...
"SPEAR, MICHAEL SHANE WITH THE SPEAR..." roars Ross, Shane exploding out of nowhere to smash into Rocks charging abdomen like two trains colliding head on. The jeers ring out at the interruption to the beloved Peoples Elbow but Shanes across, grabs both legs for leverage as the count is made
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE, THE ROCK'S ELIMINATED, THE ROCK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED" Ross yells as Lillian makes that very announcement, Shane dropping the legs with a cocky smirk, falling back to the canvas and staring up at the lights as he gulps air into his lungs, this match starting to take it's toll on the three men remaining it seems. The American Dream is the first to his feet however, slowly looking around to see Cena laid out and Doomsday just getting back into the ring. Shane heads to the turnbuckles and climbs up, looking a little tired as he climbs.. allowing Cena to get to his feet. Quickly noticing the threat John rushes over and climbs after him, both me up there now - Shane with a Right, attempting to knock Cena off his perch - Cena strikes back, again, gets the Front Facelock and steps up one more rope, hooking Michael Shanes tights... and he tries to lift him up for the Superplex but as he does the crowd pop again, Doomsday right behind him. He goes down - and gets Cenas legs over his shoulders from below, standing fully and tipping himself backward - Electric Chair Drop/Superplex combo - Michael Shane and John Cena taken down in one Three man combo, thr crowd loving every second now as the roar at the move... and all Three men are down. Doomsday rolls back to the mats outside, smart tactics suggests Ross, allowing Cena and Shane to eliminate one or the other as they use the ropes to haul themselves to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. Cena staggers a few paces forward, looking to have more of his senses about him that Shane who staggers around on spaghetti legs, eyes glazed... and staggers right into John Cena, scoops him up over the shoulders looking for the FU.... no, Shane slides down the back, Cena quickly spins with an attempted Right hand - ducked by the American Dream, around and behind - Waistlock... German Suplex, Shane throwing Cena back and keeping the Waistlock in place as he slowly rises, pulling up the shaken Mr Money in the Bank with him. Both Shane and Cena are up.... Second German Suplex. The Dream pauses for a second, getting the air into his lungs, trying to recover the strength to do it a third time as he stands.... scores, the trifecta complete - Three Rolling German Suplexes. Eric Bischoff is yelling for Shane to finish it at ringside and he duely complies, staggering up and nearly going right back down as he staggers into the ropes, sweat covering his face and he gestures for Cena to get up, moving into the stalking position and ready to deliver the 2-1-2, better known as the Gory Bomb. Shanes eyes watch every move of Cena as the former United States Champion struggles to his feet, stumbling back down to one knee for a second before finally getting up, back to Shane. Cena turns... and staggers straight into a Gut Kick. Cena keels over, the head is placed as we see a flurry of movement on the outside. The American Dream hoists up Cena onto his back just as what the movement was becomes obvious, Doomsday in the ring and charging at Michael Shane, the former DX member wide open thanks to holding Cena on his back.... CRACK, DDs boot smacks into his skull - Big Boot. Shane drops Cena, eyes rolled back in his skull, clearly out on his feet. He staggers backward - Side Knee by Doomsday. Shane keels, the head goes between the legs before he's hoisted, DD facing the center of the ring.... Shane's drilled
"POWERBOMB, GOOD GOD WHAT A POWERBOMB" screams Ross, Shane folded up like an accordion. DD goes down - Lateral Press
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"MICHAEL SHANE IS ELIMINATED, AND THEN THERE WERE TWO" Ross cries, the crowd popping big time for Shane being out, the Referee rolling him from the ring to leave us with the Champion Doomsday and John Cena, Cena laid out by the ropes, clearly the worse for ware. DD holds aloft his hand - calling for the Chokeslam. DD edges nearer and nearer like a cat stalking a mouse, not blinking or seemingly even breathing and he waits.. and waits, Cena grabbing first the bottom rope... then the middle one... trying to haul himself up and around to face Doomsday. Cena's up on his feet, attempting to shake the cobwebs loose.... and walking into the outstretched hand of the Champion as he spins. DD hoists him up.....
"CHOKESLAM, THE CHOKESLAM TO HELL" groans JR, the crowd deflated as DD goes down to his knees, almost in thankful prayer before covering, grabbing the leg -
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THRENO, HE KICKED OUT, CENA KICKED OUT, GOD ALMIGHTY HOW THE HELL?" screams the nearly horse Jim Ross, Doomsday looking stunned, leaping up and grabbing the Referee by his shirt. He quickly comes to his senses and simply shoves the official away, turning back toward Cena and cutting the air - going to finish this with End of Days. He grabs Cena by the head as the challenger tries to sit up.. pulls it up between his legs. Cena's hoisted up.... no, he slides down the back, out of DD's grasp - Doomsday spins... the crowd erupt as Cena goes to scoop him up.... but can't shift him - Doomsday elbowing out of it. Right Hand, Right hand, Right hand into the ropes, Doomsday grabs the arm - Irish Whip, Cena charges across the ring - DD back pedals to the ropes, springs off looking for the Big Boot - ducked by Cena, around and behind again, Doomsday spins.. and this time Cena has it, goes down - scooped up over the shoulders, the whole weight across him as he roars in pain, red in the face, vains bulging.... and he plants him
"FU, FU, FU!!!!" screams Ross, Cenas across, grabs the legs
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"YES!! YES!! GOD ALMIGHTY HE'S DONE IT, CENA, CENA, CENA IS THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION" Ross screams as the arena erupts in stunning ovation, the noise of the crowd even drowning out The Time Is Now as it blares from the speakers
"WHAT A MATCH JR!!!" squeals King, Cena on his knees, looking up in disbelief as the Intercontinental Championship is thrust into his hands
"It was a HELL of a match, one of the greatest Intercontinental Championship matches I can ever remember - these men put everything on the line, this was a showcase of athleticism and desire but at the end of the night - THAT MAN wanted it most, that man had the talent, he had the luck and bah Gawd he now has the Intercontinental Championship...."
The crowd roar as Cena suddenly leaps to his feet and thrusts aloft the Intercontinental Championship with a roar of pure pleasure
"What a moment, King I gotta ask ya, will this night - Sunday November 25th 2007 make the beginning of the John Cena era?" asks Ross as Cena exits, title still held aloft
"Steady JR.." King laughs "John Cena still has one hurdle to go - thats the WWE Championship, he's a guaranteed shot.. but lemme tell ya, before then these other Three guys are gunna want a shot at the belt... not least Doomsday"
DD is just getting up, slamming the top rope in frustration as he points at Cena
"Well there's no doubt about that King and on this showing, it'll be a pleasure to call any match between these four - anytime, anyplace. But right here, right now - John Cena is the NEW Intercontinental Champion" Ross finishes, the camera settling on the stage where Cena stands centrally, a look of pleasure and pride on his face as he holds aloft the belt in one hand, his Money in the Bank case in the other
"THE CHAMP... IS... HERE" he roars as the crowd pop back and we slowly fade away to elsewhere.....
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Survivor Series 2007