Intercontinental Championship: Michael Shane vs Primal

As we return to the ring area Metallica immediately hits, the crowd roaring

"Well Primal is certainly psyched for this one folks and what a hell of a match it's gunna be, two different styles, personalities, the irresistible force that is Primal colliding with the self professed American Dream, a man who's modeled himself very much on the likes of Ric Flair, of Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho... and King? the Intercontinental Championship is on the line" goes JR as the crowd roar again, Primal striding out the back into the aisle way, roaring into the camera, talking some Danish, apparently threatening Shane

"JR look at this guy! he doesn't even belong in a WWE ring, he's untamed, he's exactly what he says - Primal, just think what he could do to a guy like Michael Shane, a trained wrestler, Michael Shane was trained by Gory Guerrero, he's fought all over the World, he deserves better than Primal..." squeals King, the Dan striding ringward as Jerry Lawler comments on his unkempt appearance. The sound of Metallica is momentarily drowned as Lillian Garcia comes over the speakers

"Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP"

The crowd pop slightly

"Introducing first the challenger, from Nakskov, Denmark , weighing 250lbs.... PRRRRRRRRRRIMAL"

Primal bounds up the steps and into the ring, marching across toward the corner and mounting the turnbuckles, posing for the fans as the cameras go off

"Primal on an undefeated streak in 2008 folks, three wins from three, he's promised to strike out Michael Shane here tonight and in my estimation, he has the big mo, the momentum of the run away train with Michael Shane stood right on the tracks" JR claims, Metallica cutting out as King objects to the point and we head back to the entrance way...

"WORK IT, DO IT, MAKE US, HARDER, BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER" blares Kanye West, the crowd jeering, no love this time in his home arena for the American Dream, dry ice filling the entrance way

"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 crowd boo even more as Shane strolls out of the back in black and white tights, Shawn Michaels style silver vest on his chest, even complete with the leather chaps

"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 smirks and stops in the middle of the aisle, unhooking his Intercontinental Championship and holding it aloft as Lillian Garcia announces him as the champion, 225lbs from Manhattan

"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, Shane continuing on to the ring, thinking better of sliding in, not trusting Primal it seem. Shane instead climbs the steps and entering the ring, holding aloft the belt as he does, heading first to each side, cameras going off and then cockily walking up to Primal and holding the belt in his face. Primal does nothing, just staring intently at Shane, not even looking at the belt, not letting the stakes distract him here. Shane moves away, removing his accessories

"Primal a former United States Champion on Three occasions folks, Michael Shane the reigning Intercontinental Champion, former United States and World Tag Team Champion, just a Worlds Title short of a grandslam" Ross recaps, The American Dream handing the belt to the Referee, allowing it to be paraded. The music cuts out and we're about ready for the off here, the bell sounding out, Intercontinental Championship match underway. Both me approach each other, Shane looking cautious, no emotion from Primal... until he suddenly explodes, catching the Champion off guard... Right hand, Right hand, Right hand, but time fists into the ropes, Shane is swaying, Primal backs up, going to Clothesline him out... no, Back Body Drop by Michael Shane, trying to send his challenger over the top rope to the floor... Primal rights himself on the apron, on his feet, Shane spins... and blocks a punch - punches Primal off the apron to the mats at ringside. Grabs the top rope, vaults... Vaulting Body Press, shades of HBK right there. The crowd boo as the cocky Champ stands and beats his chest almost Gorilla like, mocking his "savage" opponent. Shane grabs the head as Primal tries to stand, walks him to the barrier... and slams the head down, Primal staggering back. Shane grabs the attire and head, rolling Primal back into the ring. The Intercontinental Champion follows and quickly gets behind the rising Primal - Sleeper Hold, Shane not usually using the hold but intelligent here suggests JR, trying to wear down his bigger opponent warily. The Dream is behind Primal, the arms around the neck as the Dane starts to fade slowly, his struggles becoming less and less, arms dropping. Shane straddles the back as Primal goes down to his knees, looking for added leverage, not noticing Primals hands reaching up for his own head.... and he tosses the Champion right over his back, massive power, Shane clutching his head as it strikes the canvas. Both men are rising together, Shane maybe the little bit faster as Primal tries to shake off that Sleeper - Gut Kick, Primal keels over, Shane back pedals to the ropes behind him, springs off, running at his challenger... caught across the chest, Primal holds him easily there for a moment, the crowd roaring.... and Shane is flung backward - Fallaway Slam. The Champion arches his back in pain, clutching it as he hits home but trying to stagger up at the same time, knowing that Primal with momentum will be unstoppable, Shanes on spaghetti legs however, no judging just how much damage that Slam has done. Primal has the arm... Short Arm Clothesline. Shane goes down like a rag doll, a brief Primal chant breaking out before Shane tries to roll to his side, Primal scooping down quickly to grab the head, pulling him to his feet and Underhooking the arms... Double Underhook Suplex, floats across, into the cover - One.. Two.. no, Shane kicks out easily, Primal needing more. The Dane stands over Shane as he tries to get up, grabbing him by the head and striking into the skull with a big Right Hand... and again, Shane grabbing the leg of Primal to try and haul himself up, Primal allowing it... only to strike with the European Uppercut. The Dream staggers away into the corner, eyes rolled back into his head, hanging limp in the corner. Primal stares at him, seems to get an idea and charges, full head of steam... and Shane leaps aside, Primal smashing into the corner. The Intercontinental Champion can't capitalize straight away, going down to his knees.

"This a hell of a physical contest folks, Primal scoring early with that power, that smash mouth offense" JR claims, Michael finally standing. Shane approaches Primal.. and is instantly hit in the face by a quick Right Hand, just like that his opening closed. Shane staggers back but Primal quickly grabs him and throws him into the corner - Right hand, Left, Right, Left, Back Elbow, pulls him from the pads and walks him to the opposite corner - lifts him over the shoulder, looking for Snake Eyes... no, Shane slides down the back - shoves Primal in the back... sends him into the corner. The Dane staggers back, stunned for a moment and allowing the Dream the Waistlock... Release German Suplex into the center of the ring. Shane is quickly on his feet this time, sees Primal perfectly laid out in the center of the ring and goes running at the ropes, Springboard off the middle one, looking for the Lionsault... Primal rolls aside... but Shane scouts it, lands cat like on his feet, Primal charges attempting the Clothesline - ducked, Shane with a second wind now, the Dane spinning to face him - Right Hand, Knife Edge Chop, Knife Edge Chop, the challenger staggering back, the chops echoing out big time. Primal is swaying - Gut Kick and Front Facelock... Snap Suplex, the Facelock still in place, Shane swivels the legs, stands Primal standing with him... there's the second, Shane swiveling the legs again, looking for the complete Three Amigos... scores, Primal driven into the canvas, back in the middle of the Squared Circle. Shane looks again, sees he's positioned once more before charging at the ropes, Springboard off the middle.... Lionsault. Shane grabs the leg, hooked for the count - One... Two... ThrNO, Primal kicks out. Shane looks pissed, maybe thinking he had it won there as he gets to his knees and grabs his opponents head, pulling Primal up with him and looking for the Right Hand... blocked by the resilient challenger, Primal striking back with a hand of his own, another, grabs the arm - and Whips Shane into the corner, massive force, enough t send the Dream flipping up and over the top turnbuckle. He manages to right himself, land back down on his feet and stagger forward.... scooped up by Primal, over the shoulders and looking for the Samoan Roll... no, counted by Shane, grabs the head while on the shoulders, brings his weight down... DDT. Both men are laid out, staring up at the MSG roof as our Referee starts his ten count on both men.... One... Two... Three.... and Shane is rising, grabbing the ropes to do so.... Four... Five... Six.... and now so is Primal, both men on their feet - Shane strikes first with another Knife Edge Chop, the crowd letting out a "WOOOO" as he does. Shane scores a second, sending his opponent back into the corner, he grabs the arm - and scores with the Whip, putting some authority on it and sending Primal crashing into the opposite side. The big Dane staggers forward... Arm Drag by the American Dream, Primal down. Shane gets up looking smug, a smirks thats wiped clean off his face as Primal gets straight to his feet. The pissed off Dream charges, looks for a wild lunge of a Clothesline.... Backdrop by Primal in the corner.. and brings him down with the Elbow Drop to the sternum - cover, Lateral Press... but Shanes too close to the ropes, foot on them. Primal looks irate, a wasted opportunity there as he grabs Shane and pulls him nearer the center of the ring, covers again - One... Two... no, Two count only.

"The longer this match goes, the more it will favor Michael Shane folks, in my opinion he is the better conditioned of these two men, but equally, the longer this goes, the more punishment the Champion will endure from Primal" JR points out as the Dane sits forward, taking a moment of rest before getting back to his feet, Shane sitting forward also.... nasty kick to the face by Primal, snapping Shanes head back and sending him back flat to the canvas. Shane is in no mans land, staggering on Spaghetti legs ... and into a big time Right Hand from Primal, the force sending the Dream staggering back and through the ropes onto the apron, half dangling off. He uses the ropes to get to his feet as the big Dane approaches.... Shane pulls the head and neck down across the top rope, Primal not going down but clearly stunned as he staggers. Shane quickly runs along the apron, climbs the turnbuckles opposite Primal and leaps at him, thinking about the Crossbody possibly... Primal leaps, catching Shane in midair as he comes down...

"SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER IN MID AIR, GOD ALMIGHTY WHAT IMPACT... IT'S GOTTA BE OVER HERE..."

Primal covers, Shanes head and back smashed with stunning force, the crowd wincing. The cover, count...

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THRENO, HE KICKED OUT, THATS RESILIENCY RIGHT THERE... WHAT A MOVE BY PRIMAL" gushes Ross, Primal looking up at the Referee, maybe becoming a little frustrated here. JR warns him to keep calm, Shane loving nothing more than a DQ as the challenger gets to his feet. Primal grabs the head, pulls Shane back to his feet.... and promptly takes him right back down with a Headbutt, Shane on all fours, back and neck exposed to Primal who's right behind him. The crowd are already roaring,seeing it coming as Primal grabs the arm from behind, Half Nelson applied, trying to get the other arm across the throat.... but Shane scrambles to the safety of the bottom rope, clutching it for dear life. The fans boo but that's the only thing he could possibly do suggests JR, the primal Scream NEVER having been broken here in WWE. Primal keeps the Half Nelson applied for the full four seconds, finally breaking but ignoring the Referees command to back off. Instead Primal grabs the legs.... and pulls Shane off the bottom rope. He staggers to his feet, Irish Whip... Primal back pedals to the ropes behind him, springs off.... Flying Lariat, the American Dream down again. Primal looks out into the crowd as a few boos start to be heard, maybe the crowd not liking the domination of the Manhattan native, Primal again dragging him to his feet... goes for the Short Arm Clothesline... and it's ducked, Shane around and behind, knowing he has to take this opportunity - Right Hand, Right Hand, again, Primal only sway, not going down.... Shane kicks him square in the groin, the jeers ringing out, the fans expecting a DQ, Shane also expecting it as he looks to the Referee - no, the Referee lets it go, obviously knowing that Shane wanted to be disqualified there, good call by the Referee suggests Ross. Primal however is in a bad way, keeled over and exposed - Shane kicks him under the chin, sending him staggering, he back pedals, Shane off the ropes with massive velocity....

"SPEAR, SPEAR, NOT LIKE THIS...."

grabs both legs, the Referee counting it...

"ONE...."

"TWO...."

"THRENO PRIMAL KICKS OUT, GOD ALMIGHTY WHAT A KICK OUT"

Primal throws Shane half way across the ring, the Champion looking stunned but taking it in his stride, quickly getting to his feet as Primal gets to all fours, Shane runs - CRACK, vile soccer kick up into Primals ribs, the Dane rolling away to the ropes, clutching them. Primal stands, a little winded it seems as his opponent scores with a Right Hand, again, shoving the Dane into the rope, grabs the arm... there's the Irish Whip, sends Primal running and rebounding as Shane goes into he ropes behind him, springing off at the approaching Primal... Flying Forearm Smash, both men down once more. Michael Shane has his feet flat to the canvas, pulls them up into his chest.... and nips up, bouncing around and shouting out to the fans who simply respond with boos. Shane wipes the sweat from his head before exiting to the apron once more, climbing the turnbuckles directly opposite the downed Primal, squatting and measuring him.... Shane flys...... Flying Elbow Drop, more shades of HBK, JR claiming he's never seen the American Dream use that move before as Shane stands and cuts the air, signaling that this one is all over - finishing Gory Bomb imminent. The Champion stands behind Primal as he tries to get to his feet, eyes watching intently, every move of the challenger analyzed as he gets to his feet... turns.... Shane scores with Gut Kick, Primal keels, the head is placed, Shane lifting Primal onto his back, great show of strength... but it's too much, Shane can't hold him - Primal's on his feet behind Shane, spins, locks in the Half Nelson.... and the other arm across the throat

"PRIMAL SCREAM, PRIMAL SCREAM, HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!!" cries JR, Shane knowing whats happening struggling for his life, trying to reach the ropes, trying to grab Primal as MSG goes wild, the cheers all for the Dane and he pulls back on the neck and arm, using all his weight to stop the desperate Champion getting to the ropes. Shane struggles against the weight, pain and lack of breath, reaching inch by inch to the ropes, knowing that he doesn't have to break this, just reach that rope, hand inches away... dropping slowly, just an inch away now...... and Primal pulls him away to a massive roar, Shanes eyes closing, fading away..... The Referee moves in, Shane and Primal down to their knees... the arm is raised..... it drops

"ONE" chant the crowd, JR reminding us that if Shane doesn't answer three, Primal will win this contest, the arm is raised again....

"TWO," it falls, cameras going off as the hand is raised again...... and falls

"THREE, PRIMAL, PRIMAL HAS WON IT!!!" blares JR, the Garden exploding in ovation as Primal drops the unconscious Michael Shane to the mat, hand raised in victory

"WE GOT A NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, THE IRRESISTIBLE FORCE OF PRIMAL MOVES ON, THREE STRIKES AND MICHAEL SHANE IS OUT.."

Metallica blares around the arena, Primal looking overwhelmed as the Intercontinental Championship in placed in his hands

"JR... I'm in shock!!!Primal has knocked out the American Dream, in his own home arena, in Madison Square Garden, I don't believe it!" squeals King, Primal placing the belt over his shoulder and heading to each set of turnbuckles to pose

"Well it seems to me King that Michael Shanes words came back to haunt him, about Primal not wanting this victory, about being a hasbeen. The American Dream seemed more interested in being seen with Floyd Mayweather than getting ready for this match, he underestimated Primal, he underestimated the momentum this man had... and bah Gawd King, Primal may now be the most dominant Intercontinental Champion we've EVER had here in WWE" claims our play by play man, the camera resting on the image of Primal holding aloft his new Title, the whole of MSG cheering him on

"Well folks this is a hell of a great moment, a great personal one for Primal but now lets take you to some news of something less than enjoyable, the alleged death of Eric Bischoff some weeks ago at the hands of person or persons unknown. This past week the lead investigator of that investigation Mr Daniel Beck held a press conference on the case, lets take a look at what he had to say..."

With that we fade away from the arena an into a pre-taped piece....