((I already have my first RAW and SmackDown! written, so I'll just post them here to start things off.))
North Carolina State University
21 May, 2012
"Hello this is Michael Cole with me is Jerry "The King" Lawler and welcome everybody, we are live on Monday Night RAW!"
John Cena's My Time is Now hits, the crowd erupts into a roar of booing and cheering as Cena comes out, an extra brace on his elbow after the events of lastnight at Over the Limit. For a change, most of the crowd seems to be on his side, happy to have Laurinaitis fired. The champ picks up his microphone and begins to speak.
"Lastnight was a momentous occasion!"
Cena's grin was all teeth. "For those of you who missed it, John Laurinaitis was given a taste of his own humiliating medicine."
He cleared his throat, then mockingly imitated the former GM's voice. "Big Johnny has been relieved of his duties and terminated as General Manager of RAW and SmackDown!"
The Crowd erupts into cheers, only to be interrupted by Cult of Personality as CM Punk enters the arena to a roar of cheers. Having successfully retained his title against Daniel Bryan in what many were already calling a 5-star classic, the Champion looked in high spirits as he came down to the ring, mic in hand.
"So I guess you want us all to thank you, Cena?"
Punk grins and looks around at the crowd. "Listen to this guy, taking the credit. Big Show's the one who made it happen, you wasted all your time instead of getting the job done!"
He waves a hand to the Titantron, showing flashbacks of the day before where Big Show dragged Laurinaitis back out to the ring after he escaped.
"Face it Cena, you almost bottled it and if Show hadn't been there, we'd still be having to deal with Mr. Laryngitis."
The Champ's Face turned serious. "While all of you were celebrating lastnight - I know, I was too - I came upon a sudden and terrifying realization. Do you want to know what that realization was?"
The WWE Champ looks to the crowd. "Yes!" the crowd roars back at Punk.
"The horror behind all of this is that nothing is going to change. Look at our Board of Directors. Look at our Chairman, Vince McMahon. Look at the list of candidates in line for the Managerial position: Eve Torres, Triple H, David Otunga, Vickie Guerrero...to name a few. Do you really think that as long as these people are clogging up the system with their tyranny, that anything will change?"
Cena's face turns serious at this accusation, but then he gives another stupid grin. "Hey hey hey, Punk. I get it, you have a problem with authority, but don't go ruining everybody else's fun just because you have a stick up your ass."
"Shut up Cena!"
CM Punk scowls, adjusting his belt. "I'm sick of your goofy smile and your nonsense, like nothing could possibly bother you and you're always fine. You know this company is rotten, we all know it. Men like you and me, we can do something about it - we have the power, if we choose to use. Stop pretending you're a naive child and wake up! Are you going to just sit there and let the people - your fans - endure another travesty of justice when the Board appoints another ass-kisser with no ability and no brains?"
This time Cena's face turns serious and doesn't lighten up. "I don't like your tone, Punk. You can say whatever you want about me, but don't go disrespecting those people in the back. They work hard every day to produce the best for these people, from the lowliest janitor to the Board of Directors themselves."
Punk looked at Cena in disgust. "Do you really believe that you stupid son of a-"
The Champ is interrupted as The Game blares across the Titantron. A fully suited Triple H emerges from the back, looking somewhat pleased with himself.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, gentlemen, but I have an announcement to make..."
He pulls out a slip of paper, then nods. "The Board of Directors have appointed me as the interim General Manager of RAW and SmackDown! following the termination of John Laurinaitis. John Laurinaitis shall retain his role as Vice President of Talent Relations but has been barred from appearing at Ringside or interfering in managerial affairs."
CM Punk rolls his eyes and leans against one of the turnbuckles. Triple H continues. "Now, I think everyone here can see that you two have some bad blood with each other. I suppose you never got to settle matters last summer and I've got a full show to fill with little preparation time to do it in. With that in mind, I'm putting the two of you in my main event."
Cena and Punk look at each other, then to Triple H. Both nod approvingly, apparently pleased with this. "And what's more..."
Triple H continued. "What's more is I'm making this main event something that hasn't been seen in the WWE for six years. In honour of the end of Laurinaitis' era and to help you get rid of some of that bad blood, I'm making this a
First Blood match."
Triple H lowers the microphone with a grin and walks backstage while The Game sounds out behind him.
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Match One
R-Truth vs. Dolph Ziggler
"I get the feeling these two teams have some kind of grudge against each other,"
Lawler supposed as the two sides stared each other down. "Ziggler and Swagger failed to take the Tag Team Championship off of Truth and Kofi lastnight and it seems like Ziggler is out for revenge, but I'm told Triple H is considering giving them another title match. Why is that?"
"Obviously Triple H thinks that these two phenomonal athletes are good enough to earn another shot at facing the Tag Team Champions."
Cole retorted.
The bell rang and the two sides circled each other warily. Locking up in the middle of the ring, Truth placed Ziggler into a headlock and brought the bleach blond to his knees. The two wrestle about for a bit before Ziggler breaks free and runs a rope drill, Truth leaping over him twice before hitting him with the corkscrew elbow. Truth gestures to the crowd and calls out: "What's up!"
The crowd responds in kind.
An angry Ziggler charges at Truth but is caught in the irish whip and driven into the corner, where Truth hits him with multiple punches before withdrawing on the 4-count. As Ziggler struggles to stand up, Truth acrobatically catches him in a Hurricanrana and brings him down into the mat for a pin.
ONE! TWO! Ziggler kicks out at two.
As Truth circles the ring trying to work up the crowd, Ziggler staggers to his feet again. Truth turns and jumps to deliver a standing dropkick, but Ziggler ducks and Truth crashes onto his back for this first time in the match. Ziggler now climbs onto the turnbuckle and leaps at Truth with the flying elbow, crashing down on him. He goes for the pin.
ONE! TWO! Truth powers out at one.
Ziggler looks frustrated but captures Truth in a headlock, followed by a headstand, attempting to show off; Truth, however uses the moment to knock Ziggler off balance and he loses grip. Truth rolls him up, trying to snatch a victory.
ONE! TWO! Ziggler kicks out just before the two.
Swagger meanwhile has climbed up onto the edge of the mat and seems ready to interfere. The Ref sees this and turns to yell at him. He gestures for both Vickie and Swagger to leave the arena, ejecting them. The two are furious and argue even as they leave. Ziggler turns to argue with the Ref in the corner, then notices R Truth rushing in towards him. He ducks out of the way and Truth collides shoulder-first with the steel post, giving Ziggler his opening. He catches the Champion from behind and hits him with the Zig-Zag and knocking him out cold. Dropping to the mat, he hooks R-Truth's leg for the cover.
ONE! TWO! THREE! Ziggler looks ecstatic!
MATCH WINNER: Dolph Ziggler by Pinfall over R-Truth
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Match Two
Beth Phoenix vs. Natalya
"By the executive order of Triple H, the winner of this match will be considered the number one contender to the Divas Championship!"
The Ref checked that both sides were ready, and then called for the bell. Beth walked up to Natalya, taunting her former partner. Natalya went for a punch but Beth blocked and retaliated, hitting Natalya with several right hooks and pushing her into the corner, choking her until the four count. As Natalya recovered a little, Beth kicked her in the midsection and then delivered a series of vicious shoulder thrusts, knocking the wind out of Natalya.
The Glamazon withdraws as the battered Natalya stumbles forward, holding her ribs in pain. Glancing back only for a moment, Beth backs into the ropes and uses them to slingshot forward at Natalya. The space is all Natalya needs: she falls into a low drop-kick, both feet colliding with Beth's bad knee and sending her tumbling to the ground screaming in pain. Natalya picks herself up and realizes she's on top for the moment and moves to work on the injured knee, delivering several precise stomps as Beth tries to roll herself into the corner.
Natalya is not done. Sliding out from under the bottom rope, she grabbed Beth's ankle and swung her entire leg into the post several times, leaving Beth writhing in pain. Returning to the ring, she moves to grab Beth but the former Champion slips behind her, picking her up in preparation for the Glam Slam. Tragically, her leg gives out under the weight and she collapses to her knees, allowing Natalya to squirm out of it. Natalya grabs Beth by the legs and locks her into the Sharpshooter, putting her pressure on the leg and back of the injured Beth. Beth holds on as long as she can but her bad knee is too much and she's forced to tap out.
MATCH WINNER: Natalya by Submission over Beth Phoenix
"Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and the new number one contender for the Divas Championship: Natalya!"
Natalya's hand is raised in victory. She looks at Beth for a moment, then goes to offer to help her up. Beth swats her hand away in anger, scowling at her former partner. Natalya shrugs and goes to leave, grinning from ear to ear at her victory. In the end Beth needs to be helped out of the ring by the medical team, unable to put any weight on her leg.
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Backstage:
Triple H is seen leaving his office backstage before running into David Otunga. He looks at the lawyer up and down with disdain, Otunga simply sips his coffee and smiles. "Hunter - do you mind if I call you Hunter? - I hope you know that I am applying for the position of General Manager of RAW."
"Yes, yes, I know."
Triple H seems annoyed. "Look, can't you bother someone else with this? I'm rather bus-"
"MR. H!"
Santino appeared behind Triple H with a grin. "Mr. H, I have important news. I am applying to be General Manager, I have my resume and I want you to read it."
Triple H turned to look at Santino, then at David, who was frowning deeply. "Look, Santino, I'm kind of busy."
He snatched the resume and glanced at it. "I mean, you hardly have any experience and-"
Santino shook his head. "I was Teddy's assistant, I think I know my way around. Plus, I already have my own assistant!"
He raised his hand, showing the Cobra.
"This is a joke."
Otunga said, glaring at him. "If you can't take the role seriously why on earth should you be an applicant?"
Triple H looked at the two, then grinned slightly. "I just had an idea. You two are going to have a match tonight. Whichever one of you wins, I'll consider your application to be General Manager...the other one, well...let's just say you shouldn't bother to check your email in the next few weeks."
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Match Three:
Santino Marella vs. David Otunga
ONE! Santino powers out effortlessly.
Standing up, Otunga delivers an elbow drop to Santino's heart, then stands and delivers another. He goes for a third but Santino rolls out of the way, leaving Otunga to land elbow-first on the mat. Otunga holds his arm in pain as Santino pulls himself to his feet. The Champ and Otunga move for each other and Santino delivers a pair of Arm Drags. As Otunga tries to get to his feet, Santino climbs atop him and locks him into a Camel Clutch to the cheers of the crowd. Otunga fights against the move but cannot break out of it. Realizing he is close to the ropes, he manages to successfully drag himself within arm's reach and forces a Rope Break.
Santino backs off and Otunga staggers to his feet only to get hit by a running clothesline that knocks him over the top rope and out of bounds. Santino gives chase, hoping to take advantage, but is struck in the midsection by a shoulder thrust from Otunga, who drives him into the crowd barriers. Otunga grabs the US Champion and pushes him back into the ring, climbing in himself and stalking Santino. As the Champion rises, Otunga goes for a falling neckbreaker but Santino counters it with a well-placed hip toss.
Santino turns to the crowd and grabs the ropes, yelling and trying to work them up. Reaching into his outfit, he pulls out his signature green sock: the Cobra. Slipping it on and preparing it to strike, he turns to Otunga with a cry: "Cobra!!!"
Santino moves to strike Otunga with the cobra, but the cornered lawyer counters by raking Santino with a thumb to the eye. Despite the angry protests of Lawler on commentary, the Ref does not see the move due his position. Otunga picks up Santino and delivers the Verdict Spinebuster, quickly pinning the US Champion to the mat.
ONE! TWO! THREE! Santino can't kick out, Otunga is the winner!
MATCH WINNER: David Otunga by Pinfall over Santino Marella
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Match Four:
As the commercials end, RAW's return is marked by the sound of Shrine and the entrance of Lord Tensai. He makes his way down to the ring accompanied by Sakomoto, but his ring entrance is interrupted. Triple H walks out, microphone in hand.
"Whoa whoa whoa there Tensai."
Triple H frowns. "You're getting a little ahead of yourself. I know that John Laurinaitis scheduled you in a match with Brodus Clay tonight, but that match will not be taking place. You see, the Board of Directors and I agree that your actions since signed have been appalingly unacceptable and, accordingly, we will be terminating your present contract at midnight tonight."
Tensai looks furious, shouting at Triple H from the ring, but Triple H continues. "That's okay, though, because you still have a chance to earn your place. See, there's another superstar who's out of a job as well. Someone who, although wrongly fired, still in our eyes needs to earn his place back here in the WWE. I've arranged to have this match changed into a Contract on a Pole match, and whichever one of you can get the contract will secure their place in the WWE. Come on out, buddy."
Crank it Up breaks the silence as Big Show emerges to a roar of cheering and applause, a huge grin on his face after the events of lastnight. He makes his way down to the ring and looks down at Lord Tensai, a confident grin on his face.
Big Show vs. Lord Tensai
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Contract on a Pole match! The contract is the prize for the first person to retrieve the contract from the pole."
Justin Roberts gestured to the pole being erected with a clipboard attached to one end.
Big Show looked in high spirits as the Ref called for the match to begin. The two huge, veteran competitors sized each other up, warily looking for an opening. The commentators twittered on. "Let me tell you Cole, it's not often that Tensai faces a man bigger than he is, that's got to shake your confidence a little."
Cole scoffed indignantly. "Not necessarily, remember that Tensai trained for years in Japan where he was one of the most dominant competitors they ever had. He'll know plenty of ways to deal with Big Show."
As the two met in the ring, Tensai ducked a left hook from Show and caught the seven-foot giant around the waist, showing immense strength to pick him up and drop him down on his back in a powerful slam. Tensai immediately went for Show's shoulder, clamping it in a strong nerve hold, trying to wear the giant down with the submission hold. Big Show cried out in pain but continued to fight, hand wavering as he slowly stood up, slowly overpowering his opponent.
He swung his elbow back into Tensai's gut, and then again, forcing him to release the claw hold. As Show turned, Tensai charged at Show but got caught in the irish whip, hurtling instead into the corner with Big Show close behind, delivering a powerful hip attack. Hushing the audience, he delivered a brutal open-handed chop to the chest of Tensai, and then picked the Japanese lord up to deliver a powerful suplex, laying him sprawled flat across the ring.
Show shook his head and looked down at his opponent, then up at the pole. Moving to the corner, he climbed up onto the corner to reach for the contract, only for Tensai to desperately dart up off the floor, catching his legs and dragging him into a powerful slam into the floor, rolling him up as if to pin him. Show kicks out of the roll and onto his hands and knees, looking shaken, only for Tensai to start climbing the ropes to reach for the contract himself. Big Show grabs his leg and tries to pull him down, suffering a kick to the head for his effort. As Tensai's fingertips reach the clipboard, Big Show stands and delivers a powerful blow to the back. Picking Tensai up into an electric chair, he steps and falls backwards, driving both men into the mat with extreme force.
The two rolled onto the floor a little, trying to regain their bearings. Show would be first back on his feet, and rather than go for the contract he immediately drags Tensai to his feet for a powerful sidewalk slam. The tired Giant moves to the corner and begins to climb, hearing the cheering of the crowd even as Tensai struggles to get to his feet. Big show has his hands on the contract when a desperate Tensai brought his fist up between Big Show's legs. Show reached for his crotch, his face a mask of pain as he fell backwards onto the mat.
As he rolled around in pain, Tensai raised his hand and sprayed green mist across it. Grinding his palm into the Big Show's face, Show screamed in agony as the blinding substance rubbed into his eyes. Tensai shouted repeatedly; at him, at the crowd, and at the Referee before finally releasing him. As Show rolled around trying to clear his eyes, his opponent climbed onto the corner and snatched the contract effortlessly. The bell rang and Lord Tensai was announced as the winner of the match.
MATCH WINNER: Lord Tensai by Contract Retrieval
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Backstage:
Daniel Bryan moves through the backstage, searching for something or someone. Finally, he finds the man he's looking for: Triple H.
"You'd better explain this!" The former Champion seethes. "I've just been informed that because of the brand split, I'm not allowed to face CM Punk in a rematch I rightly deserve. I got screwed out of my title by the ref and I demand another chance!"
Triple H sniffed and looked down his nose at the angry Bryan. "Well Bryan, it's funny you should say that. I didn't happen to see the end of your match, but a few people have told me that you did deserve a rematch. Problem is, you're a SmackDown! star and not a RAW star, you need my permission to go against CM Punk and I don't know if I'm willing to give you that."
"It's an injustice, you know as well as anyone I could have beaten him and I need another chance to prove it!"
Bryan was fuming mad and starting to turn red.
Triple H thinks about this and then nods. "Alright Bryan, if you want your chance, you've got it. I was going to stage a surprise number one contenders match for No Way Out, a simple Triple Threat to determine the winner. Since you've made your point so passionately, I think I'm willing to put you as a fourth contender in."
"Thank you!"
Bryan seems relieved, but also on the verge of sarcastic with his thanks.
"Don't thank me yet Bryan. If you win, you become the Number One Contender, but if you lose, you will be barred from appearing on Monday Night RAW as long as you are under a SmackDown! contract. No second chances. You'd better get ready, because your match is next."
Bryan locked eyes with Triple H in a momentary scowl, then turned and stormed off wordlessly.
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Match Five:
Daniel Bryan vs. Chris Jericho vs. Alberto del Rio vs. The Miz
Del Rio trips Jericho and brings him to the ground, wrapping his opponent in a headlock, only to look up in time for the Miz's boot to connect with his face. Bryan and Miz drag Del Rio to his feet and drag him into the corner, repeatedly pounding him with fists and feet, battering him into pieces. Jericho scrambles to his feet and, looking for a chance at a quick victory, taps Miz on the shoulder. Miz turns around only to get hit by the Codebreaker, stumbling forward to the floor. Jericho moves to pin the Miz.
ONE! TWO! Bryan breaks the pin with a kick to the ribs.
Now Jericho and Bryan face each other and the submission specialist has a grin on his face as he slips under his opponent's arms and applies a waist lock. Jericho easily counters with an elbow to the face and goes to attempt another Codebreaker but Bryan is expecting it and slips out without much trouble, countering with an attempted leg sweep which Jericho hops over before delivering a vicious Enzuigiri to Bryan, who collapses.
Jericho runs and jumps on the rope for a Lionsault but a quick-thinking Miz drags Bryan out of the way and Jericho misses completely. Del Rio too is getting back to his feet and soon charges at Miz, who sees it coming and charges himself. Both men collide in mid-air and collapse to the ground and now nobody is standing. Bryan is first to recover and seeing Miz and Del Rio sprawled next to him, he quickly goes to cover the Miz.
ONE! TWO! The Miz kicks out at two.
Del Rio and Jericho begin to stand and move towards Bryan with a scowl. Backing away from an angry Del Rio, he doesn't see Jericho coming from behind and an improvised Codebreaker is delivered to his back, leaving Bryan writing on the ground in pain. As Jericho stands he turns to mock the crowd, not noticing Del Rio sneak up from behind and put Bryan into the Cross Arm-Breaker. Jericho notices after a few seconds of arguing with someone in the crowd, and immediately turns to deliver a boot to Del Rio, only for the former Hispanic Champion roll out of the way.
The kick connects with Bryan's arm and he screams in pain, clutching his elbow and rolling out of the ring as quickly as possible. The retreating Del Rio is caught from behind by the Miz who delivers a skull-crushing finale, only to in turn get caught by a fourth Codebreaker from Jericho, falling backwards and sprawling over Del Rio. As Jericho tries to pull Miz off of a face-down Del Rio for the pin, a seemingly unconscious Bryan is quietly stretchered out of the arena by a concerned looking medical staff. Jericho gets Miz on his back and hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE! TWO! Miz barely kicks out at two-and-a-half!
Jericho looks down at Miz, and then to the ropes, before running to the ropes and springboarding off for a Lionsault. He's on-target and strikes the Miz, hooking him again for the pin.
ONE! TWO! Del Rio breaks the count with a leaping axe-handle!
Jericho looks furious at his inability to win this match so far and turns on Del Rio. Chris opens their exchange with a wide roundhouse kick but Del Rio ducks the attack and pulls Jericho into the double knee armbreaker. As Jericho rolls out of the ring while clutching his arm, Miz staggers to his feet and Del Rio rushes at him, delivering a vicious clothesline to knock him over the top rope and out onto the floor.
Del Rio wipes his mouth and raises his hands to the air with a cry of "Destiny!"
But he fails to pay attention to the ramp or the crowd, where a resurgent Daniel Bryan has appeared, clutching one arm as if injured. He runs into the ring and catches Del Rio by surprise, hooking him with his good arm and rolling him up into a pin, using the ropes for extra leverage.
ONE! TWO! THREE! Bryan's done it, he's won with an injured arm!
MATCH WINNER: Daniel Bryan by Pinfall over Alberto del Rio.
As the crowd erupts, Bryan staggers away, eager to stay out of the way of any angry losers. With his one good arm, he points to the arena's ceiling with repeated calls of "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
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Main Event Match:
John Cena vs. CM Punk
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event of the evening: the First Blood match!"
"This is a hardcore match with no countouts and no disqualifications. The only way to win is to be the first man to draw blood from your opponent!"
As the Ref checked the competitors, loud rival chants begin to echo through the stadium: a steady back and forth of "Let's Go Cena"
countered by "CM Punk".
The bell rang and the two circled each other for a moment, but then Punk backs off and rolls out of the ring to search for a weapon. Cena quickly follows and deliveres a kick to Punk's ribs even as he tried to pull a chair out from under the ring. This was followed up by a stiff right-handed punch, but as Cena went to grab him, Punk countered with an irish whip hurling Cena into the blockade. As Cena tried to recover, Punk picked up the chair and immediately went to work, striking Cena with repeated sharp blows with the steel weapon.
Cena tried to climb back to his feet but Punk's repeated blows would knock him down. It was only until Punk paused to turn to the crowd and raise the chair into the air that Cena had a chance to move. Stumbling to his knees, he grabbed at Punk's legs and tried to lift him, only to find his arms lacking strength. Punk kicked the side of his head and Cena would be knocked back into the barricade again, this time hauling himself up to his feet and shaking his head.
Punk would go for another chair shot but Cena ducked this time and leapt for Punk, colliding with a powerful spear that drove Punk's back into the floor with a sickening thud. Both men would roll onto the floor for a moment before Cena stood again and wiped his mouth, grinning. He picked up the fallen chair but found one of its legs broken, and so dropped it without much further thought. Shuffling under the ring, he pulled out a large length of chain and wrapped it around his fist with a crazed grin.
"Oh no, this looks bad for Punk!"
Lawler commented.
"Yes, this is the same way that Cena defeated Brock Lesnar at Extreme Rules by busting his head open with the steel chain. Punk needs to be careful or he'll be next!"
Cole replied.
Punk stumbled to his feet dazedly only to see Cena coming at him with the chain. He ducked as Cena swung a chain-wrapped fist at him and quickly retreated around the ring to the announce tables, Cena close behind, to a chorus of boos. Punk barged his way into the announcer's area and seized one of the chairs, dragging it out to push at Cena, forcing him to avoid it. Cena swatted the chair away but it bought Punk some valuable time to get to the other side of the table.
As the two squared off, Cena pointed at Punk and called him a coward, to which Punk merely grinned. Cena tried to go one way, Punk went the other. Cena changed directions and Punk met him in the middle with a clothesline. As Cena pulled himself up, he tried to swing the chain-covered fist only for Punk to counter into the swinging neckbreaker, bringing him down on the hard floor.
Punk stripped Cena of the chain and dragged him to his feet, only to slam his head first into the steel post and then into the announce table. As Cena stumbled to the ground apparently unconscious, Punk began to strip the announce table, grinning wildly. Cena began to stir and recover, but Punk was not about to lose his momentum. Picking up the steel chain, Punk delivered a blow to Cena's head with it, apparently knocking the man out cold.
Dragging the deadweight up onto the table, Punk looked at the chain, then at Cena, then shook his head. Dropping it on Cena's chest, he turned and climbed up onto the apron; that was not enough for him, though, and he soon climbed up on top of the corner, turning in place to face Cena and standing warily. Raising both hands into the air, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Best in the World!"
CM Punk came crashing down onto John Cena with an elbow drop, driving both of them through the announce table and onto the hard ground. Both laid limp for a moment as the Referee tried to figure the situation out, but Punk stirred first, dragging himself to his feet. Cena was not moving but the chain's position had done its job - Cena's chest was visibly cut open. Even as CM Punk raised his arms to celebrate, the Ref shook his head and pointed. Punk's own elbow had been cut open and was dripping blood. Punk looks in shock at the injury he hadn't noticed, then down at Cena, then up to the Ref.
The Ref shrugs in resignation: there was no way of telling who bled first and he calls for the bell. The match would have to end a draw.
MATCH WINNER: Draw due to Simultaneous Victory.
"I don't know about you Cole but I can't believe that Punk had the guts to jump off that post onto Cena. That was a huge drop and you have no idea how much it hurts to land on someone like that."
King said in shock, still reeling from the loss of the announce table and the high-flying move by Punk.
Cole nods in agreement. "You're right King, I don't think anyone expected this match to end that way. Punk seemed to dominate the match and Cena could never really seem to get going. You have to wonder if Punk's anarchist ranting is starting to get into Cena's head and preventing him from fighting at his best."
"That's definitely a real possibility, we've seen before how tough Cena can be especially in these matchups. I think if the blood hadn't been drawn there, he might have had a real chance of coming back and winning this thing like he did against Brock. Wait, wait, Punk's getting a mic, I think he wants to say something."
Lawler trailed off.
"Cena, the difference between you and me is our stubbornness about accepting the truth. You know that I'm right - you know what this company is. The sooner you admit it, the better a man you'll be for it."
CM Punk grinned and dropped the mic onto Cena's prone body. Picking up his belt, he walked off-stage to the sound of Cult of Personality.
