Ongoing Review of The Show

Quarter Hour 1

As the show begins we go straight to the Arena entrance way, Nathan James, William Regal and James Steele all making their entrance, Team UK ready to face Team USA later tonight right here in Sheffield England. Nathan, in his street gear, bag over his shoulder stops to sign an autograph for on fan before catching up to Regal and Steele.

"Great to be back home eh Nathan?" asks Steele but Nathan isnt so sure

"Its great to be back home and to return Intercontinental Champion but i cant help feeling Taker has something planned"

Regal gives a snort

"That toerag? listen, if the Undertaker shows up here tonight, he'll have me to deal with as well, and im willing to bet James too"

Steele gives an "Aye" in his thick Scots accent

"Thanks guys, just like all great Britons, we stand together, i appreciate it" he grins as the trio enter a corridor, making for the locker room. Regal notices the lights are out, but doesnt mention it

"Long before Taker we've got the Americans ta deal with" points out Steele, but Nathan doesnt seem concerned as he begins to open the door to what is marked 'locker room'

"Team USA is talented, but they're on our soil tonight, they... JESUS"

Nathan gives a cry as what appears to be a body falls from above the door, dangling from a noose, framed by the doorway. Nathan stands still for a second, waiting for any possible threat to emerge, when it doesnt he approaches the figure, closer inspection shows it to be a mannequin dressed as Nathan. The British trio exchange worried glances as the "body" swings back and forth and we cut to the Union Underground, Raws opening credits playing. New images of the Great Muta in Japan and of Nightmare have been added before we see the smiling image of our General Manager Theodore R. Long and go into the Hallam Arena, Red, White and Blue pyro exploding on the stage

"WELCOME TO THE SOLD OUT HALLAM ARENA HERE IN SHEFFIELD, ENGLAND, WELCOME ONCE AGAIN TO MONDAY NIGHT RAWWWWWWWW" cries Ross as the camera shoots around the jam packed crowd, picking out a fine looking lady fan in MNM T-Shirt before showing us a few signs including ones for the Undertaker, Nightmare, Batista and one reading "Bring back Rambling Syd" (presumably being held by Rambling Syd).

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen im Jim Ross once again alongside Jerry the King Lawler and King, what an explosive Raw it was just one week ago.." goes Ross, leading in the King

"JR it was off the charts, but this week promises to be even greater with the return of the Undertaker... its the Deadman JR!!" squeals the excited King, but Ross is cautious

"Well i have not been impressed with the actions of the Undertaker King, Nathan James does not want to serve him, that should be an end to it, you cant force somebody to work for you for Godsakes" spits JR

"Tell that to Vince McMahon" laughs King in response

"Last week also saw the big time return of Nightmare to WWE folks and bah Gawd what an impact he made, laying out both Shawn Michaels and Ryan Simmons inside of the steel cage"

"JR, Nightmare certainly made an impact but whats his agenda? he attacked both guys, whos sides he on?" asks the confused Lawler but Ross can only offer a confusing answer

"Well id say hes on his own side King, just as he always has been, but one things for certain, he has to have his eyes on becoming once again WWE Champion and he'll have an opportunity at that if he can beat John Cena in tonights main event. Thats coming up in the second hour however, presently we have the first contest offering a title shot, it'll be Forxx taking on Unknown Myth..."

(1) Match for a place in the Taboo Tuesday Voting: Forxx vs Unknown Myth. Unknown Myths theme hits, for the first time in a few years, the crowd however dont seem pleased to see him, jeering the self proclaimed best technical wrestler in the world as he appears on stage

"This British crowd seemingly not too taken with Unknown Myth after he sided with Carlito Caribbean Cool this past week in a street fight against Forxx" Ross observes as Myth slowly heads to the ring, looking deadly serious as he does

"Unknown Myth a great technical wrestler, has had many stints in companies throughout the world, including of course our very own SmackDown. He proclaims to be the best technical wrestler in the world today but quite frankly i think he'll have a fight on with Chris Benoit and William Regal for that honor. Kurt Angle im told is also close to a return to action" we hear as Myth enters the ring, JR reminding us he is a former United States Champion. His theme cuts as he moves to his corner, Ross telling us he believes its Myths Raw debut as Away by Breaking Benjamin blasts from the speakers, the crowd popping as Forxx bounds onto stage

"A fantastic ovation for Forxx here folks. Theres a mixture of styles somewhat at play here, Unknown Myth the technical expect whereas Forxx prefers that impact style, big power moves"

Forxx is announced by Lillian Garcia before he leaps onto the apron, pyro exploding from the four turnbuckles

"This match will be the first of three tonight to decide who be on the virtual ballot paper alongside Ryan Simmons for a shot at winning the WWE Championship in two weeks time at Taboo Tuesday folks, Ryan winning that right somewhat controversially last week of course"

Forxx does a little last second warm up as his music cuts, the fans clearly behind him as their cheers become audible. The two men approach each other as the bell sounds and we get our first match under way here in Sheffield. Myth looks as if hes contemplating how exactly he should tackle the larger opponent as he walks around him, the two men jostling for position before they lock up, hands in each others for a test of strength, Ross comments on the bravado of Myth to attempt it and he seems to have the advantage for a few seconds, forcing Forxx back. It doesnt last however and the former Tag Champion kicks his opponent in his exposed gut. Myth keels over - nice Swinging Neckbreaker by Forxx who goes for the first cover of the evening as Myth goes down - one and a half only, it'll take more than that to put Unknown Myth away as he begins to rise to his feet. Hes beat back into the ropes by those powerful ham like fists of Forxx, he grabs the arm - Irish Whip, Myth goes running and rebounds - ducks under the attempted Big Boot, coming around Forxx as he spins - CRACK, Myth scores with a perfect Side Kick, twisting Forxxs head to a sickening angle. Myth immediately sets to work, in his element as he begins to take apart the Big Mans lower anatomy, stomping on Forxxs leg, yanking it almost out of its socket as he drags his opponent to the ropes, allowing him to lay the same leg across the bottom one and leap down onto it. This is classic strategy points out JR, destroy the bigger mans vertical base and he cant retaliate. Myth grabs Forxxs leg, and the other, clearly going for a Sharpshooter as he puts his leg through, but Forxx is struggling and manages to use that massive leg strength to kick his opponent away. Forxx is struggling to his feet as Myth leaps back to his feet in a rage, he grabs the arm, goes for the Irish Whip but Forxx is ready and reverses, Myth goes running, leaps onto the top rope as he reaches the rope - Springboard Clothesline to a pop from the crowd, impressed with the move as Myth takes down Forxx and hooks the leg - one, two, thr..no, Forxx kicks out. He begins to rise as Myth stands over him, grabbing the head and walking with his groggy opponent to the corner. Unknown goes to slam it into the turnbuckle - countered, Forxx grabbing a hold of the top rope to stop it. Myth is surprised and leaves himself open as Forxx grabs the back of his head - and slams it into the pads. Myth staggers backward, kick to the gut by Forxx, Myth keels over, the head is placed for the Powerbomb - Myths hoisted - Powerbomb, drills him into the canvas. The crowd roar as Forxx makes the lateral press, the count is made - one, two, three. Forxx wins it and will be in the voting for Taboo Tuesday.

"Huge win for Forxx right here folks..." observes Ross as the big mans arm id held aloft, his theme blasting from the speakers as the crowd cheer

"Could the time of Forxx be at hand?" he adds as we fade away from the ring area to backstage...

The crowd cheer as we enter General Manager Theodore R. Longs office, finding him looking exhasperated. The crowd boo as we see the source of his concern - Network exec Palmer Cannon. Cannon has a huge file in his hand as he sits opposite Teddy

"Teddy, last week we debuted The Great Muta, already T-Shirts and masks are flying off the shelves, this guy is going to be massive, the people love him. And let me tell ya, if he makes money, the USA Network love him. Thats why we've decided to implement, what i call a New Talent Innitive..."

Long holds up a hand, cutting him off at this point

"Now hold on a minute playa, last week ya brought me the Great Muta, one of the greatest wrestlers in Japanese history. That was a great acquisition for Raw.. but ya also brought me James E. Cornette... one of the loudest most underhand managers in the history of America..."

"You've obviously never been to the Democrats convention" laughs Cannon, trying to brush away Teddys concerns with attempted humor

"I aint taking anybody that aint happy with Mr Cannon and if ya try an force me? ill be on my out that door quicker than you say TNA, ya can belie'dat" he finishes, deadly serious

Cannon looks impressed, obviously knowing he'd have a much harder job dealing with Vince McMahon if he were GM

"Well Teddy i dont think that'll be a problem, you see i have acquired... at your say so of course.. one of the hottest young talents in wrestling today. Im talking a phenom in the ring, a Hollywood star on the mic, carisma, look, style, presence, this guy has it all..." he goes, obviously enthused. Long isnt so sure and it'll take more than words to convince him

"Let me see him..."

Cannon squirms

"Now i dont want you to be put off by first impressions..." he says slowly, rising from his seat

"Ya didnt bring back Nitro did ya?" asks a suddenly fearful Long as Cannon moves to the door

"Hey, not even i would hire Nitro. Teddy, please welcome the Boogyman..."

The door creaks open as a horrific looking figure stands illuminated in the shadows, he steps forward, his red and black painted face becoming visible. Long stands, moving around to the front of his desk, scarcely believing what hes seeing

"This is ya guy?" he asks Cannon as the Boogyman steps forward, holding something around his neck in his hands

"Yup, shades of Kane i thought"

"I know we're gettin near the festive season so i'm hopin this is some kinda joke right?" he asks to a shake of the head

"It looks like Darth Maul and Papa Shango had children, i mean what the hell can i do with this guy? you expect me to ask a guy like Chris Benoit to step in the ring with him?" spits the outraged Teddy

Cannon looks dejected, but hopeful

"Well maybe not Benoit, hes a little uptight, how about a feud with Ric Flair?"

"Ric Flair would have my balls if i asked him to step in the ring with this fool" blares Teddy, at the end of his tether. Suddenly the Boogyman comes to life, staring deep into Longs eyes as he quietly whispers

"One.. two... Boogymans lookin for you... three... four... you bedda lock your door...HAHAHAHAHAHA..."

Long doesnt look impressed and seems a little freaked

"Tick, tock..."

Boogyman is now swinging a huge alarm clock back and forth

"Tick, tock... be afraid because you're about... TO FACE YOUR DEMONS"

THWACK, Boogyman smashes the face of the clock over his head. Long shoots Cannon an alarmed look, obviously worried hes in the presence of a bonafied lunatic but Palmer is taking it all in his stride

"Nine... Ten... never sleep again... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" laughs Boogyman before going back to silence. Long steps forward to address him

"Gets ta steppin" he spits before turning to Cannon

"An as for you playa, if you dont bring me by the end of this show a talent i can present to these fans as a major player i will guarantee you will never appear on my show again, now you better believe that!"

Cannon swallows hard before reaching into his pocket for his cellphone, getting straight to work as Teddy storms away and we fade to a commercial break

(Commercial break)

Quarter Hour 2

As we return from commercials we find Todd Grisham stood outside a door marked "Duddlees", presumably written by one of the duo themselves. Todd looks understandably nervous after being intimidated by the brothers by different mothers last week

"Folks im here outside the dressing room of the Dudley Boyz hoping to get a few words before their massive World Tag Team title match later this evening"

Todd knocks, the door is flung open at once by a grinning D'Von, he thrusts a can into Todds hand and tells him to drink. Grisham looks distastefully at the can, giving it a sniff

"Um... what is it...?" he asks as Bubba approaches, also looking pleased

"Chubby Dudleys sp..sp..sp..sp.."

THWACK

"Sp..Special home brew" finishes Bubba following the smack on the head from his brother, Bubba also seems to be in jovial mood

"Urm... do you mind if i pass?" asks Grisham, not liking the smell. Bubba and D'Von dont look pleased

"Drink ya sissy, we've a celebration goin on here" spits Bubba, prompting Todd to take a small sip, promptly staggering backward under its power

"Thats.. eh, got quite a kick to it"

"Amazing what ya can do with meths and horse piss" states Bubba. Todd looks sick, not knowing if hes joking or not

"So yo..your confident of victory then?" he asks, clearly wretching at the taste

"Nah thats later tonight, we're celebrating the great news... Big Daddy Dudley has had another son, our 29th brother" grins D'Von, Grisham looks amazed

"Another?"

"Yes sir, Lee Ping Dudley, 14 pounds and 7 ounces" grins the proud D'Von

"We'll be keeping this one quiet though, apparently the mothers from... eh... an easy house in Thailand" he adds

Todd nods, having finally realized hes going to get little sense from the two rednecks. He lowers his microphone as D'Von and Bubba share a toast, seemingly in no fit state to face Batista and Ric Flair as we go elsewhere

A pre-taped vignette begins, we innitally see a close up of a figure dressed completely in black with nothing but a pair of eyes staring back from the hockey style mask, we recognize him as the newly acquired Great Muta, the camera then pans out to show the familiar white suit and tennis racket of James E Cornette

"Ladies and Gentlemen this is the hottest property to grace the wrestling world, this is the most dangerous person to wrestle in the NWA, WCW, New Japan and All Japan, to step in the ring with this man you would just be as well throwing yourself off a bridge .......or wrestle for IVW...........just ask Jushin Liger.......this man ripped the mask from him and left him a bleeding mess, he has won numerous titles in every company he has wrestled in the world over......................to cut to the chase, the Raw locker should be aware that this man is gonna beat a path through this company till he achieves what he wants, and that is to add the WWE Championship to his impressive haul."

With that the image of the Great Muta and Cornette fade away as we are taken into a commercial break

(Commercial break)

As we return we go to the corridor outside the locker room, Theodore Long giving instructions to two ringhands

"Cut that thing down" he calls, indicating the effigy of Nathan James still dangling from its noose. The ring hands look wary but Long gives them a stern look and they soon get on with their work. Teddy is about to turn away when Shawn Michaels approaches to a huge roar from the offscreen crowd, his two recent losses not diminishing his status in the eyes of the fans it seems. Teddy smiles

"Shawn, whatcha doin playa? ya havent got a match tonight, should be resting after that hellatious cage match this past week.."

Michaels grimaces, holding his ribs

"You Teddy, id love nothing more but for the past two weeks some sicko has put himself into my matches, he wants to sit the crowd with a dumb sign? thats fine by ol HBK but last week, he involved my home and my family, thats way out of bounds. I gotta ask ya if ya know anything Teddy?"

Michaels seems genuinely concerned as does Long as he shakes his head

"Well this guy has me freaked too, i actually did some checkin after last weeks show, somehow the guy didnt appear on camera and nobody saw anything..."

Michaels looks confused

"Whatcha tellin me? this guy is invisible?..." Michaels suddenly notices the hanging mannequin

"Ya dont think its the work of Taker?..."

Long shakes his head

"I think this is the work of another wrestler, not a fan, maybe somebody you know or knew in the past, he's probably got contacts backstage"

Michaels looks taken-a-back, not expecting this. He gives it a little thought and nods, realizing it makes sense

"Somebody from the past... thanks Teddy, you know, im gunna look into this and when i find out the sicko responsible, if hes on this roster? you bedda put him on the injured list cause his life wont be worth living"

With that Michaels strolls away deep in thought. Theodore looks worried at the trouble sure to be coming as we take another break

(Commercial break)

Quarter Hour 3

(2) Match for a place in the Taboo Tuesday Voting: Kane vs The Great Muta w/James E. Cornette.

"Shawn Michaels very concerned about this freak and rightly so, but i gotta tell ya King, the fact this could be somebody on the roster, somebody we know, scares the hell outta me too" goes JR as we return to the ring area

"JR i gotta agree, this guy is one perverted individual, but you gotta admit, HBK isnt short of enemies"

"He certainly isnt, but Shawn Michaels is a changed man as everybody knows, hes cleaned up his life and is now a family man, he doesnt deserve this no matter what hes done in the past" retorts Ross to King as the unfamiliar theme of the Great Muta hits, King liking it

"JR what a theme! i love this guy" he exclaims as The Great Muta strides onto stage, his manager and spokesman James E. Cornette by his side

"Well hes much more than a theme song King, Former WCW Tag Team Champion, NWA World Heavyweight Champion when that belt actually meant something, two times the All Japan triple crown winner, three times the New Japan Heavyweight Champion, WWC of Puerto Rico World Champion, he is recognized the world over as a legend, and now hes here in WWE to make his mark and if i was the guys in the back, id be very afraid King" states Ross as the Great Muta heads to the ring, James Cornette waving his racket and shouting about who knows what

"JR for once i totally agree, after last weeks show i read up on this guy, apparently hes a master of the headgames, a veteran of wrestling, he's gotta be here to win the only major World Title that alludes him" thinks Lawler as Muta enters the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle to pose for the fans

"James E. Cornette of course one of the great managers in wrestling history, has an amazing record in the old NWA, WCW and WWF. Acting here as both manager and translator, in somewhat the same fashion as the late great Yokozuna.."

"Yeah JR, and we all know how successful they were together, mark my words, this guy is gunna be huge, i can feel it" finishes King as Mutas theme cuts, him stepping down as we await his monstrous opponent...

BOOM, Jerry gives a cry as pyro engulfs the stage and Slow Chemical hits, the Big Red Machine marching onto stage, adjusting his jet black gauntlet as he does

"You talk about scary King, this man right here defines the word. Two times the WWE Tag Team Champion with his brother the Undertaker, United States Champion and famously four times the WWE Champion"

The camera focuses on Kanes masked faced as he heads to the ring, two blackened eyes staring out, one a strange white color

"Kane was psychologically scarred by his brother many years ago, led to believe he was deformed in a fire, thus having to wear that mask. We believed he'd gotten over that, had realized the truth but im sad to say Kane has somehow fallen once again under the spell of The Undertaker"

"JR, we know how powerful the Undertaker is, he still controls both Kane and Nemesis after all these years, what hope does Nathan James have...?" asks Lawler as Kane steps over the top rope and into the ring, raising his arms and letting of another volley of red pyro as he brings them crashing down

"I just dont know King, but lemme tell ya, Nathans one tough son of a bitch, he wont lay down for the Undertaker and he sure as hell wont serve him as long as he has a choice"

"With Taker, he may not have it for long JR" states a grim King as Muta gets some last second advice as he's stared down by the massive Kane. Muta approaches him as the bell sounds out to start this contest. Collar and elbow tie up, Muta forced back into the corner where Kane instantly makes his intentions clear, choking his opponent with his foot in the corner. Cornette is instantly agitated, leaping about on the outside as Kane pulls his man out of the turnbuckles, pushes him against the ropes and scores with the Irish Whip, Muta rebounds toward the Big Red Machine - Tilt and Whirl Slam. The Japanese star in trouble early as Kane makes the cover - two count only. Kane slowly gets to his feet, stalking Muta as he also gets to his feet - big time thrust to the throat sending Muta staggering backward, trying to catch his breath. Muta is in the corner as Kane grabs his arm again, scoring with the whip, Muta goes running, the Big Red Machine charging after him... Muta leaps onto the top rope, amazingly flying off backward with a moonsault, classic Kenji Mutoh JR calls it as Kane goes down, Muta quickly hooking the leg... but its a two count only. The momentum has changed however as Muta stalks the rising Kane, hitting him with a nice kick to the head, Kane is still rising however... Muta hits a hard chop to send him into the ropes, grabs the arm, goes for the Irish Whip but its reversed by Kane, the Big Red Machine comes off the ropes himself, looking for the Big Boot on the advancing Muta - caught as Muta pulls up early... and countered into the Dragon Screw. Muta looks like hes about to drop an elbow but Kane stands back shocked as Kane sits bolt up right, no expression visible behind the mask. Ross reminds us of the old Mask and Paint rivallrys between Sting, Vampiro and Muta in WCW as the Big Red Machine slowly gets to his feet, menacingly pulling his gauntlet further on, suggesting to his opponent he maybe ready to unleash a chokeslam possibly. Cornette begins to yell at his charge, telling him to get on Kane. Muta attempts to do just that, punching Kane into the corner, and Irish Whip send the real life Glen Jacobs across the ring into the opposite corner. The crowd cheer, many knowing whats next as Muta charges, flips... Handspring Back Elbow, driving himself into Kane whos driven into the turnbuckles. The Big Red Machine staggers forward as Muta turns - Kane clotheslines him down, the Elbow having little effect on this monster. Kane moves back to the corner, exiting onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckle, staying perched on the top as Muta rises, slowly turning toward him as Kane leaps into thin air - Flying Lariat, Mutas back down as Kane stands, hand held aloft behind Muta, ready to strike as the Japanese legend begins to stand... Muta turns toward him - Slap, the hand goes around the throat and Muta can do nothing as hes hoisted into the air... and chokeslammed. Kane makes the cover as Cornette leaps onto the apron,the Referee doesnt notice and as he gets through the ropes its too late, the official counting one, two, three. Slow Chemical hits as Kane stands, pushing away the Referee who tries to raise his hand

"Kane victorious here folks, advancing to the Taboo Tuesday vote and now in opinion only the fans can stand in this mans way of a fifth WWE Championship..." thinks JR as Kane again raises his arms, bringing them down to set of red pryro from the turnbuckle, leading us into the commercial break.

(Commercial break)

Quarter Hour 4

"Hey you see them Brits? they were shittin themselves" laughs Michael Shane as we enter a lounge to find Chris Benoit with MNM and Melina. The Crippler, unusually in sharp suit to match MNMs designer gear, doesnt seem amused

"Let me tell ya, i was here when Taker had his Ministry, id be scared myself if he was after me and i dont scare easily"

Benoits words seem to cool the atmosphere, Johnny Nitro suddenly having a thought

"Hey you dont think he'll come out during our match with Team UK do ya?" he asks, Benoit simply gives him a look to suggest he does. Nitro begins to squirm

"Hey, i just remembered i gotta..."

His partner stands, not believing what hes hearing

"Listen, look at us, Team USA, representing our country against these arrogant Brits, always looking down at us, thinking theyre better, tonight we will prove its otherwise. Chris Benoit, the best technical wrestler in the world today, four times the United States Champion. Michael Shane, third generation superstar, 23 years old and the next big thing in this business. Johnny Nitro...." Shane struggles for words "....and Johnny Nitro. This is a team that will lay waste to anything this dump of a country can throw at us and there aint nothing, even the Undertaker thats gunna stop us doing so, right?"

Benoit instantly agrees, nodding. Nitro thinks for a second and then nods, reassured as we fade back to ringside

"I SPEET IN THA FACE OF PEOPLE WHO DONT WANNA BE COOL... Carlito... Carlito... Carlito..." blares from the speakers to enormous heat as we hear from JR

"Team USA taking on Team UK in a special six man tag later tonight folks, you gotta believe this rabid Sheffield crowd will be right behind Nathan James and his team"

"Thats because they dont recognize talent when they see it JR, look at our team, Benoit, Shane and Nitro, the best singles wrestler and the best tag team in the world today"

"Well many would dispute that, never the less it looks like we're about to be treated once again to the Cabana..." answers JR as Carlito strolls out in turquoise shirt, chewing an apple.. and he's not alone

"Oh wait a minute here..."

Ryan Simmons strolls out behind Carlito, still in his Tommy/Simmons cage T-Shirt

"What is that jackass doing out here?" spits JR as the duo head to the set up ring

"JR have some respect, Ryan defeated Shawn Michaels next week and has the opportunity to be voted into the main event of Taboo Tuesday"

Ross is still in disbelief

"Well i cant believe anybody of sound mind and judgment would vote for Ryan Simmons King, this weirdo whos been stalking Shawn Michaels and his family has a hell of a lot to answer for"

Carlito and Simmons climb the steps and enter the ring, Simmons mocking a fan in a Dr.S bandana in the front row as our host retrieves a mic from Lillian

"Last week i lost to Forxx..." the crowd cheer as Carlito pauses, he looks hurt "Thats na cool.. losing to Forxx is not cool. He thinks hes some kind of monster like Brock Lesnar or a Mafia boss like Vito, Carlito says hes nothing put a punk" our host takes a bite of the apple before handing the mic to Ryan in black tracksuit pants white trainers, white sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of orange tinted shades who looks like he has a few words

"Theres nuthin more i hate than being in this stinkin town with all you ugly bitches..............."
The crowd become visibly riled at Ryans opening words
"Oh WAIT ,THERE IS SOMETHING I HATE MORE ITS THIS SHITHOLE OF A COUNTRY`..........but i didnt come out here to insult all the rednecks i came out here to address the "great" doctor SmackDown........... .two weeks ago i did what no one else could i beat the crap outta that wrinkled old so bad that last week he announced hes gonna hang up his bandana and start a marijuana plantation.......................... Doctor S..... you aint gonna go anywhere old man.................. i want to give you the chance to walk away with what little pride you had taken from you two weeks ago............... i want to live the dream i had when i was a kid and face you 1 on 1 ,any time,any place,any stipulations.................. beat me and you walk away with your head held up high...................... loose to me and you will live with the privilege of loosing to a legend in the making..................... you know you want to Doc, its eating you up inside that im better that you in more ways than one, please doc im begging ya .......im begging ya , next week i await your answer"

Carlito takes back the mic, ready to introduce his guest

"Now thas cool, but its time for the show.."

Carlito and Ryan laugh at a private joke before continuing

"Carlitos Cabana again tonight makes its name as the show with the best guests on television, welcome, former World Champion.... SHOWTIME"

The crowd come to their feet as Its Showtime hits

"WHAT?" yells Ross as Showtime appears on stage, an explosion of pyro engulfing the stage. The crowd roar as Show, decked in designer gear and ultra cool sunglasses begins to swagger to the ring, long hair tied into a ponytail

"Showtime making his return to Monday Raw folks, this is totally unexpected, i gotta credit Carlito on this one" says Ross as the former World Heavyweight Champion steps onto the apron, wrapping his arms over the top rope as he faces the crowd in his old fashion. Showtime climbs into the ring and goes to retrieve the mic, a Showtime chant starts

"Mister Showtime, Intercontinental Champion, King of the Ring, World Champion, its great for you to be here on the Cabana"

Showtime smiles but doesnt look impressed

"Well thats great, id like to say its great to be here but with what you did to Doc i gotta say it sucks to be in the ring with a pair of jackasses like you, in f..."

Carlito cuts Show off

"Woah, i ask you here on the Cabana and you start insulting Carlito? who'd you think you are? Carlito is the hottest property in WWE today, you are washed up. The title you won is defunct, you couldnt even win it twice, you werent championship material. Carlito is better than you, you have some respect"

Show looks pissed

"Oh i do respect you Carlito, i respect the fact you've managed in three weeks to take the Highlight Reel and turn it into a porn channel version of Jerry Springer, i respect your 1970s hair and i respect the fact youre open about your sexuality with back door Ryan here.."

Carlito takes a huge bite of his apple and spits it all over Showtime immaculate attire. Show explodes, spearing Carlito to the ground as Ryan wades in

"AND HERE WE GO, BUT ITS TWO ON ONE..." goes the worried JR as Show is pulled off by Simmons, Carlito quickly scrambles to his feet, the duo stomping the proverbial mudhole in Ryan

"You gotta believe these two organized this just to taunt Showtimes friend Dr.S even further" claims JR as Carlito half picks up Show, keeping him low as Ryan runs at him - Shining Wizard.

"YOUR TIMES OVER, ITS MY TIME" spits Ryan, standing over his fallen prey, suddenly the arena erupts in a massive ovation as a large figure runs down the ramp

"WAIT! ITS DR.S, ITS DOC, ITS DOC" wails the delighted Ross as the aging hippie slides into the ring, Carlito looks petrified but Simmons charges at the newcomer with a fury, goes for the clothesline, ducked under by Doc, right back in his game, goes around behind as Simmons spins, kick to the gut - Double Arm DDT. Carlito tries a cheap shot as Docs backs turned but the former WWE Champion is instantly alert, spinning around to confront the host. Doc grabs the arm, Irish Whip, goes running after Carlito - and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Simmons is still out of it as Dr.S turns around - Doc scores with a big time Elbow Drop, waking up Ryan who rolls to the outside and is helped to his feet by Carlito.

"OH WHAT A MOMENT" cries Ross as Doc helps up Showtime and pics up one of the fallen mics

"OHHHHHH HAVE MERCY..."

The crowd roar

"Simmons daddy, as someone once said, if ya hurt ma friends then ya my pride. You wanna beat me up, then thats fine brother, ill take it like a man, maybe get a little depressed i cant kick your ass, but ill take it. But you wanna beat up my friend Showtime daddy, then that a different matter, ill stand by those whove stood by me even if it means me getting hurt. Now you wanna come out here and make a challenge to the Doc, well i aint gunna give you the satisfaction of me takin it up, instead ive a challenge for YOU, Ryan Simmons and Puerto Rican Pete versus me and a partner picked by these fans at Taboo Tuesday"

The fans roar, loving the idea

Simmons and Carlito say nothing as they backtrack up the aisle, Simmons being helped by Carlito, possibly injured. Doc smiles for the first time in weeks, maybe getting that old buzz back

"Dr.S by Gawd making a challenge to his tormentors, i thought last week we'd never see him again but Simmons attacking Show snapped something inside of him. He may not be able to face Simmons one on one but by Gawd you can be sure hes in for a double ass kicking from whoever the fans pick to be his partner at for Taboo Tuesday" goes JR as we see Doc talking with Showtime, the two former tag partners back in the swing of things as we fade away to a commercial break

(Commercial Break)

(3) World Tag Team Championships: Batista and Ric Flair vs The Dudley Boyz.

"Welcome back folks, Dr.S making a huge return just before the break, issuing a counter challenge to Ryan Simmons..." JR recaps but Jerry Lawler tells a different tale

"JR i thought this guy was handicapped the way he went on, now hes out here like he never went away, and whats with this tag match? Ryan challenged him to a one on one match, hes a coward"

Ross is outraged at the suggestion

"Thats BS King, Doctor S is not in match shape to face a guy in his prime like Ryan Simmons in a one on one contest and i hope to hell our General Manager Teddy Long doesnt make that match" he responds as the D-Bombs drop to a good pop, the Dudleys making their entrance to Powerman 5000

"The Dudleys picking up a massive win over Kane and Nemesis this past week, earning this shot at Batista and Ric Flairs World Tag Team Championships, and you gotta believe that with the Champions at each others throats they one hell of a shot King"

"What? these two idiots? JR you gotta be kidding me, id be surprised if they werent drunk" states King as D'Von and Bubba Ray stride onto stage, taking up their old pose before heading to the ring

"The Dudley Boyz have certainly gone back to their redneck roots for want of a better term, we havent seen this side of the Dudleys since they first debuted here in the WWE, and realistically since ECW. But it was a formula that brought them a hell of a lot of success, eight times the ECW Tag Team Champions, one time the WCW Tag Team Champions, they have the opportunity tonight to become the first team in wrestling history to win all three sets of titles" we're informed as the Dudleys enter the ring, each climbing a turnbuckle to pose for the fans. The due step down as the speakers cut before bursting to life again

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Also Sprach Zaphrusa hits, better known as the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey, as the sixteen time Heavyweight Champion of the world, the Nature Boy Ric Flair, strolls onto stage in magnificent black and white classic 1980s robe. The fans mostly jeer his entrance but theres a few distinct cheers, Naitch still massively respected it seems

"Ric Flair attacked his own partner and long time friend Batista two weeks ago folks, feeling the Animal was holding him back as he put it. In my opinion and that of a lot of others i may add, Flair is scared of the potential of Batista" suggests Ross as Ric is announced, climbing the ring steps in the process

"JR, Batista WAS holding Naitch back. Ric was always the main man, for the past few years he's been dictated to and walked all over by young stars with no respect, and not one is here today. Why? cause they could never live up to a guy as great as Ric Flair" retorts King as Referee Charles Robinson sits on the middle rope, allowing Flair to enter

"That is classic Ric Flair right there, letting the Referee know he is beneath the Nature Boy, just like he wants to do to Batista, who by the way King is STILL here and by God he aint going anywhere" spits Ross as Flair removes his robe, dropping it over the top rope to a ring hand below. His music cuts and Naitch watches the stage with venom as he awaits his fellow Tag Team Champion. The roof almost comes off the arena as Batistas theme hits, the monstrous Animal marching onto stage with his belt proudly over his shoulder

"Ric Flair may think the World Tag Team Championships are beneath him by Batista i know carries that belt with the pride of a true champion just as he did the Intercontinental Championship before it."

Batista flexes his impressive muscles on stage as Jerry Lawler has a thought

"JR you gotta believe Ric Flairs interest in this match is making sure Batista takes a beating, whether that means he loses the belt i dont think he cares"

"Well you're right there King, im surprised Flair even turned up at all, essentially this match is a three on one affair. But i believe that the Dudley Boyz do not want to win the titles in that manner"

Batista enters the ring and immediately mounts the far turnbuckle, flexing and posing with the belt for the still cheering fans

"A great reception for Batista here in England folks, always a great series of events this side of the pond, i know many of the superstars look forward to performing in front of this rabid crowd"

The King disagrees

"JR i hate coming to the UK, their food sucks, it rained all day yesterday and this creature called a Chav tried to steal my wallet.."

"Creature?" laughs Ross

"Yeah JR, they roam loose in packs, its not civilized. Even the TV sucks, i was watching this one show Eastenders and nearly died"

"Haha" laughs Ross as Batista steps down, grabbing the other Tag Title from Flair who doesnt look pleased. Tista hands them to the Referee who parades them

"The World Tag Team titles the most prestigious pair of tag titles in the world today, held by every team that has the right to be called great. Too Good, The Outsiders, Mare-Wolf, MOD and Los Conquistadors to name but a few. The Dudley Boyz will surely be ranked among that list should they win here tonight"

Ric Flair steps out of the ring without even discussing whos starting as D'Von does likewise and we're underway here on Raw. Bubba would look to have his work cut out for him but he shows no fear as he hooks up with Batista, The Animal looks to be getting the better of it so Dudley shoves him in the chest... Batista turns him inside out with a clothesline, not standing for anything like that from the challengers it seems. Bubbas up quick however but only into Batistas arms as he walks him to his corner looking to tag in Flair... who isnt there. Batista looks around to find Naitch jawing with a fan at ringside. The distraction is enough to all Bubba to get Tista in the Full Nelson, looking to execute the Bubba Bomb... Batista elbows his way out of it, grabbing Dudleys arm as he turns, Irish Whip by Batista, Bubba goes running, rebounds - Spinebuster, the brother from Dudleyville crying out as hes drilled into the canvas. Quick hook of the leg, could be a quick fall, one, two, and t...no, broken up by D'Von. Tista gets to his feet with a scowl, putting the rising Bubba with him, right hand by the Animal sends Bubba staggering into the corner, all Animal up till this point. Tista grabs the arm, after an Irish Whip... reversed and its the Tag Team Champion who goes across the ring, slamming into the opposite turnbuckles. Tista groggily staggers forward - into a right hand from Bubba and a second, grabs his crotch - and finishes with a big elbow to the face, shades of Dusty Rhodes with the flip, flop and fly. Bubba Ray instantly tags in his brother. moving back to Tista and grabbing one leg in each hand as D'Von mounts the turnbuckle, the crowd roar, knowing whats coming up (or should that be down?)

"WAZZZZZZZAUPPPPPP" cries Bubba as D'Von follows suit, flying off the ropes - and connecting with the headbut to Tistas groin. The camera shows Ric Flair laughing on the outside, still not back on the apron. Meanwhile in the ring D'Von has made the sign, signaling to his brother its time for wood. Bubba gets a manic grin on his face as he shoves D'Von violently in the chest...

"D'VON..."

his brother asks him what, knowing full well what the next words out of Bubbas mouth will be

"GET THE TABLES!!!" he cries, pointing to the outside. D'Von immediately does as he is bidden, exiting the ring and lifting the apron near the Nature Boy. Flair looks worried, knowing if the Dudleys put Batista through a table he'll win by DQ. Ross points this out as D'Von produces a table to a huge pop from the crowd. Flair is now arguing with D'Von, frantically shaking his head. The Dudley Boy tries to ignore him but he grabs the end of the table, red faced as he tries to jerk it from his grasp. D'Von drops the table enraged as Bubba watches on... and flattens Flair with a clothesline to possibly the biggest cheer all evening. D'Von slides the table in under the bottom rope but Bubba has been watching the action on the outside a little too long, giving the Animal time to get to his feet, Bubba turns toward him.. Clotheslined down as D'Von leaps onto the apron, Batista charges with the shoulder charge - D'Von goes flying, smashing his head and neck across the barrier. The Animal turns back toward the rising Bubba, keeled over still. Tista places the head, lifts Bubba up...

"BATISTA BOMB"

The cover is made as Charles Robinson makes the count

"ONE"

"TWO"

Before he can make three he shoots out under the ropes, Ric Flair the guilty party as he lays the Referee out with a stiff right. Batista hasnt seen whats happened but soon realizes as Flair heads to the timekeeper to retrieve a chair. Tista watches his every move as he retrieves the weapon and slides into the ring. Unknown to him however is the fact D'Von has also entered the ring right next to the recovering Bubba. The Animal dodges to the side of the swinging chair, taking down Naitch with another big time clothesline. After a yell in his direction Batista turns to find both Dudley Boyz waiting for him...

"3D, 3D, 3D" screeches JR and the crowd as Batista is lifted off his feet and driven into the mat. Bubba exits as Charles Robinson makes a miraculous recovery to count...

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE, , THE DUDLEY BOYZ HAVE DONE IT, THEYRE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THEYVE DONE IT"

Bubba re-enters, almost picking up his brother in extasy, them both holding aloft the World Tag Team Championships as the crowd cheer, sad Batista lost but happy for the popular new champions

"The Dudley Boyz have cemented their place in wrestling history here tonight folks, the only team to ever be ECW, WCW and WWE Tag Team Champions"

Powerman 5000 blasts out as D'Von and Bubba Ray retreat up the ramp, both men holding the gold high over their heads as Batista rises, looking enraged at whats happened, He quickly looks round for Flair whos quickly staggering out of the ring, looking to follow the Dudleys up the ramp. Batista has other ideas. He slides from the ring behind the groggy Naitch and spins him around, the stunned Flair having no time to react as Tista hits him with a right hand, and a second, grabs the arm...

CRAAAAAASH

Flair goes shoulder first into the steps, tha Animal giving a roar as the chants of BATISTA, BATISTA begin. Naitch is desperately trying to get to his feet but hes on spaghetti legs as he crashes into the barrier, Batista charges at him, going for the Spear

CRAAAACK

The barrier breaks, sending Batista and Flair through to the concrete behind

"HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chants go up as Batista gets off his throughly destroyed foe, looking to be in the zone as Jerry Lawler puts it as we fade away to a commercial break

(Commercial Break)

As we return we see Nathan James stood before a black stone block, candles burn atop it, there is a pentagram on the front, clearly some king of sacrificial altar. Symbolically Nathans old "Dark Side" attire and ankh is laid on it

"So Taker returns tonight, well as you know its always nice to receive a welcoming gift, Taker you probably dont think I have the balls to stand up to you well surprise..."

Nathan promptly begins
to start smashing the Ankh on the concrete, before opening a lighter, holding the flame in front of his face before setting alight to his old outfit

"Welcome back Deadman."

Nathan stands behind the flames, burning his costume to cinders as we fade to a video...