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Post by MrBRulzOK on Aug 31, 2015 14:47:39 GMT -5
Writing matches now. If necessary, the show will be pushed back no more than half an hour. If the show is pushed back, it'll run at 4:30 no matter what. EDIT Promo situation remains the same, btw. Jeff Mangum PI - Kalisto armbar - Sheamus MrBRulzOK - Daniel Bryan Also awaiting a possible opening video package from Gus Richlen Was Wrong, but that isn't necessary. Promo sent in. ^ What he said.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Aug 31, 2015 14:48:50 GMT -5
Sami Zayn is hosting a Summerslam Grillstravaganza for anyone to attend and enjoy before the show.
Come on, everyone! I've got lots of food and Kevin can't eat all of it!
Also, changing Sami's font color because it's the same as, like, three other people on the roster.
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 14:58:53 GMT -5
Since matches are progressing slower than I anticipated, the show is being pushed back a half hour to 4:30. After that, it's running no questions asked, so if you haven't sent anything in yet, this is your last chance.
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Post by lodirulz on Aug 31, 2015 15:05:02 GMT -5
Sami Zayn is hosting a Summerslam Grillstravaganza for anyone to attend and enjoy before the show. Come on, everyone! I've got lots of food and Kevin can't eat all of it!Also, changing Sami's font color because it's the same as, like, three other people on the roster. I'll take some cuisine. I'll eat, just like how Jeff Hardy eats away at the hearts of America.
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Post by Jeff Mangum PI on Aug 31, 2015 15:17:35 GMT -5
Promo sent in.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Aug 31, 2015 15:19:28 GMT -5
Sami Zayn is hosting a Summerslam Grillstravaganza for anyone to attend and enjoy before the show. Come on, everyone! I've got lots of food and Kevin can't eat all of it!Also, changing Sami's font color because it's the same as, like, three other people on the roster. I'll take some cuisine. I'll eat, just like how Jeff Hardy eats away at the hearts of America. O...kay...do you like poutine? Bratwurst? Burger?
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Post by lodirulz on Aug 31, 2015 15:25:57 GMT -5
I'll take some cuisine. I'll eat, just like how Jeff Hardy eats away at the hearts of America. O...kay...do you like poutine? Bratwurst? Burger? Get me some Wurst and a Burger. I'm not really into poutine, but then again, you don't have to hate someone that is.
(Smiles) See Sami? All I'm doing is helping, not hurting. And when I walk into that building in a few minutes, I'm going to do my biggest helping yet, one of my most generous favors: Allowing Jeff Hardy to breath under the weight of a legends workload.
The next time you hold one of these things, you'll be serving me when I'm The WWE World Heavyweight Champion.
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Post by cageking666 on Aug 31, 2015 15:29:10 GMT -5
Sami Zayn is hosting a Summerslam Grillstravaganza for anyone to attend and enjoy before the show. Come on, everyone! I've got lots of food and Kevin can't eat all of it!Also, changing Sami's font color because it's the same as, like, three other people on the roster. WHERE IS KEVIN?!? *CageKing runs around*
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 15:30:03 GMT -5
Good times...good times, There's gonna be good times, good times... I KNOW THERE'S GONNA BE...PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW!!The pyro finishes going off as we pan throughout the crowd. We pan over to the announce table, where the three titles to be contested tonight wait on a side table. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the biggest party of the Summer! This is William Regal, alongside me is Michael Cole, and welcome to SummerSlam!Each of the five matches we have tonight could steal the show! It starts in the culmination of a feud that dates back to the new year, as The Miz faces Damien Sandow in a Hollywood Street Fight!After that, we'll have our first of three title matches: Austin Aries goes toe to toe with Kalisto for the Intercontinental Championship!After that, Jeff Hardy will fight the demented Samuel Shaw with the WWE Heavyweight Championship on the line!Then, in a match with bad blood dating back three years, Daniel Bryan will face The Authority's newest recruit, Sheamus!And in our main event, the first ever NWA World Heavyweight Champion will be crowned! Will it be WWE's Kevin Owens, or WCW's Kazuchika Okada?We've got all of this and more planned tonight, so let's get right to it!We go backstage to Damien Sandow. This is the third time in this past month that myself and the Miz have faced off. Now, I place the blame for that solely on the Miz, who happens to be so bad at life that he somehow lucks his way into being unpinnable. Never fear, though, for this shall be the last time I see that sniveling wretch! I shall defeat the Miz, and be done with him once and for all. No longer shall the humiliations I had to suffer in the name of scientific research hound me.
The Miz is, in my learned opinion, the kind of individual who would take a loss and call it a victory, he is naught but a fraud and a charlatan, a washed up hack-job of a former reality TV "star", who has somehow managed to find success here, in the WWE, despite being very bad at what he does. Like the foul and friendless human being that he is, he's perfectly okay with that. However, I am not. You see, I am a man of upstanding moral character, and I cannot allow someone as talentless as Michael the Miz to go down in the history books as being, on paper, superior to Damien Sandow. It's just not right.
A Hollywood Street Fight is perhaps the oddest sounding match I've been in in quite some time, I mean, we aren't even in Hollywood. Though, considering that this message was recorded on Friday, it may be that we're being especially flown out to the capital of the United Idiocracy of America, in which case, I shall take great pleasure in attempting to demolish the Hollywood sign, once famously referred to by a wise man by the name of D. Sandow as "The symbol of America's Auschwitz". The Miz will obviously be in his element, surrounded by hundreds of dimwitted individuals with fake bodies, but I shall remain undaunted.
Once I finally dispose of the Miz, there are a few other things to take care of. For a start, I have never won a single's championship in this industry. I am the most intelligent man to ever grace it, by rights, I should be world champion right now. As it stands, it's only a matter of time until I capture said world championship. You are looking at your uncrowned NWA champion. It may be Owens and Okada in the main event tonight, but I'm sure I can, and will, beat the human embodiment of the internet, and some jumped up asiatic mongrel. For I am simply superior to them, and to the Miz, or Jeff Hardy, or whoever this company has given championship opportunities too before me! Were it not for a bout of an unexplained illness, I would have beaten he who shall not be named when I cashed in my money in the bank contract. I took John Cena to the limit whilst I ought to have been in the ICU, that's how damn good I am! Think about what I could have done were I healthy! I am the future of the WWE, and I shall claim that title without the backing of any authority figure or any fans. No Gods, no Kings, no men. Only I.
To all those who doubt me, I say: Just watch me. I am the Intellectual Saviour of the Masses, and I shall prevail! Against all manner of foe, the idol, the populist, the ignorant, I shall prevail! For it is time to rekindle the spirit of Enlightenment within the hearts of men who sit, misshapen, brains switched off, in front of their television screens each and every night. Inside every man, every idiot, is a student ready to learn. I am to be their teacher. In my words, and in my deeds, I shall prove that the only true path to success and the betterment of your lot in life is to educate yourself, and stop being such a fool. The Miz is, perhaps, the greatest example of the idiot this world has ever known, but along comes Damien Sandow, smart, handsome, powerful. The Miz, and any other man, could not hope to stand in the face of one so extraordinary. I am the true definition of a Renaissance man, and tonight I shall begin my greatest work.
All of you are truly welcome for that. I bid you farewell.We go to The Miz, admiring his reflection. Wow...if there was ever a look that screamed "leading man", this'd be it, huh? The features, the structure, all of it just screams "money"!Miz suddenly looks confused. So why am I risking it in a street fight? Maybe I didn't think this one all the way through...
Ah, what am I talking about? This is going to be fine! Just like I did months ago, I'm going to put that pathetic, wannabe Damien Sandow right back in his place. Hopefully this time, he'll get the message and stay there! Thinking he's hot stuff because his alter ego fluked a win over Sheamus and decided he was too good to be an impersonator. News flash for you, bucko: You got where you are right now because of that, and because of me! Tag Team Championship reign? That was me! Final 3 in the Andre Battle Royal? That was me! The fact of the matter is you wouldn't be anything if I hadn't decided to save your career! And this is how you repay me? By trying-and failing-to beat me? You're never going to be the star I am, so just give it a break, and maybe, just maybe, you might find a way to get back in the swing of things. But I'm more a star than you'll ever be. You're Icarus, and you are flying far too close to the sun! Time to get burned.
Damien, after tonight, you'll learn that there's a reason stunt doubles stay behind the scenes.
Because I'm The Miz! And I'm...
Awesome.Miz smirks and heads off.
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 15:35:05 GMT -5
The following contest is a Hollywood Street Fight! In this match, there will be no countouts, no disqualifications, and falls will count anywhere!We pan around the ring, where we see several facsimiles of landmarks such as the Hollywood sign, the Walk of Fame, and so on. "Quiet on the set, can we PLEASE have quiet on the set?"
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AWWWWWEEEEESOOOOOMMMMMEEEEE!!!!I Came to PlayIntroducing first, now residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Miz!The Miz and Damien Sandow have fought to consecutive no-decisions, leading to Miz requesting and getting a Street Fight against his former stunt double tonight.If anything's going to settle the bad blood between these two once and for all, a Street Fight oughta do it.HALLELUJAH!Hallelujah ChorusAnd his opponent, from Palo Alto, California, weighing in at 247 pounds, he is the self-professed "Intellectual Savior of the Masses", Damien Sandow!Sandow's biting off more than he can chew tonight, William. He hasn't beaten Miz in the past, he hasn't done it in the present, and he won't do it tonight!You say that now, Michael, but both you and The Miz could be in for a nasty shock tonight.Hollywood Street Fight The Miz vs. Damien Sandow 10 Minutes (4:45)
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 15:35:43 GMT -5
Miz with a Figure Four!
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Post by Fake Jesus on Aug 31, 2015 15:36:41 GMT -5
Sandow with a triple inverted dropbomb.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Aug 31, 2015 15:37:32 GMT -5
Miz with a neckbreaker onto a steel chair!
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Post by lodirulz on Aug 31, 2015 15:40:11 GMT -5
Miz leaps from a rather elevated position, looking for a drop of a leg. He misses, as his buttocks are in extraordinary pain after the dreadful miss.
Sandow counteracts with a move that was taught all across the fighting section of the Sandow family, dating all the way back to 1420 by his Great Great Great Uncle, The Two Finger Nerve Hold.
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Post by MrBRulzOK on Aug 31, 2015 15:42:11 GMT -5
Sandow takes the D from the Hollywood Sign and smashes it over Miz's beautiful, beautiful face.
Also this is now a Hollywoo Street Fight.
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Post by Jeff Mangum PI on Aug 31, 2015 15:43:32 GMT -5
Sandow with a dropkick to the balls.
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 15:45:18 GMT -5
The two men immediately go after each other with a flurry of shots, with Sandow's weight advantage giving him a slight edge. Sandow throws Miz onto the apron and goes for a shoulder tackle, but Miz dodges it. Kneelift dazes Sandow, and he gets thrown onto the floor! No need for these two to feel each other out. Familiarity has most certainly bred contempt among these men!Miz covers, Chad Patton following the action. 1!
Sandow kicks out! The Miz doesn't waste any time, looking to throw Damien into the stairs. However, Damien counters and whips him toward the stairs himself, and sends him in face-first with a drop toe hold! Miz may be right: his face may be in some jeopardy tonight.Not to mention his ego and reputation.Sandow covers. 1!
Miz kicks out! Sandow moves over to the Walk of Fame section near the ring and grabs a star. He jabs Miz in the gut with it, then drops him with a DDT! Another cover from Sandow! 1! 2!Miz kicks out! You have to wonder if Sandow is targeting the face for psychological reasons as well as physical. Miz has prided himself on his looks as of late.If it throws him off his game, more power to Damien.Sandow drags Miz up and moves him over to the Hollywood sign, where he puts him in a full nelson. Sandow suggested he had something special planned for this sign. Looks like he might try to steal Miz's finisher!Sandow goes for it, but Miz spins out of it and hits a snapmare driver, sending Damien into the sign head-first! And it backfired spectacularly! Miz is now in the driver's seat!Miz covers! 1! 2!
Sandow kicks out! A frustrated Miz lifts Sandow to his feet and drags him backstage... Hold on, where are they going?Either way, looks like Chad Patton and our camera crew are in for a workout tonight.Another camera catches up with the two brawling in the lobby. Neither man has an advantage, but Miz throws Sandow into an armchair, sending it tumbling to the ground! He pulls him down and covers. 1! 2!Sandow kicks out! Miz is getting closer, but he still seems to be a ways off from putting Damien away here.Miz signals for the end and goes for the Figure Four, but Sandow suddenly reverses momentum, trapping Miz in the hold himself! Looks like turnabout is fair play! Miz may have to tap out!Miz struggles to break out of the hold before grabbing a railing. He uses it to pull himself up, forcing Damien to break. Miz takes the opportunity and runs out of the building, with Sandow following. And it looks like discretion is the better part of valor for The Miz right now.Sandow chases Miz up the street, Patton and cameraman in hot pursuit, before cornering him near a doorway. He yells at the pedestrians to clear out and tackles him through the door, right as the feed cuts out! Looks like they're brawling into that nightclub!Do we have a camera following them? We need to see what's going on!The feed finally cuts back with the two trading blows near the bar, and Patton barely managing to keep up. Miz starts to get an edge, blocks Damien's shot, and slams his head against the bar! That could give him the separation he needs.And it looks like he has something special planned...Sandow stumbles backward as Miz grabs a bottle from the bar. He swings at Damien's head... But Sandow blocks it! He breaks Miz's grip on the bottle and breaks it over his head, knocking Miz out cold! Oh my God! Miz has to be hurt bad after that!This is no-disqualification Michael, he knew the risks!Damien covers! 1! 2! 3!
We cut back to the ring, where Eden receives the decision. Here is your winner, Damien Sandow!A spectacular win for Damien Sandow! And with that, he may be out of Miz's shadow once and for all!So he only won by breaking a bottle over Miz's head. Miz could press assault charges for that!The crowd dies down from the last match wondering what's going to happen next. Electronic CountdownTakeoverThe crowd lets out a cheer as Captain Charisma Christian Cage makes his way out to the ramp way. Christian is dressed in his ring attire, but he's not doing his whole elaborate entrance tonight. While he's not scheduled to compete, he's coming out with a purpose and the fans can see the anger in his face. He does point out to all his peeps in the crowd. Three nights ago while he was being interviewed, Christian was blindsided by the machine known as Cage, for reasons as yet unknown.Christian's cut in the same cloth as I am, Michael. We don't take something like that lying down, and it looks like he has something he wants to say.Christian gets in the ring and gets a mic from the time keeper, he waits for the crowd to die down a bit. Sorry if I'm not in a good mood, but tonight it's all business. No one said it would be easy for a guy like me to make it to the top, I understand that. I've done my fair share of things to secure a victory or win a title, but this isn't about the title. This is about some muscled punk, beating me up for no reason. Last week on RAW, Brian Cage decided to target me for a beatdown, not to get closer to a title, not to get noticed, but because my name is Christian Cage.Christian shakes his head as he paces around the ring. You screamed at me that, there can be only one Cage. Well, sorry to say to you, But I've been doing this wrestling thing long before you ever came around. You are the one that's copying my style. I've wrestled in too many big events, won too many titles and fought too many injuries and beatdowns to let you take it all away, because you can't find it in your head to be unique. Maybe a machine doesn't have the mind to be unique, but input this into your processors.
It's like this. You can either hide out in the back and show the world what kind of man you are. Or you can come out here in front of the entire WWE Universe and tell me why you think you can come in here and replace me, or we can just get to throwing fists. So what's it going to be, CAGE? Christian throws the mic down and waits for the answer from Cage. I'M A MACHINE!!!War Inside My HeadCage comes running out to the ring, obviously planning to not say words and destroy Christian. Christian gets the first shot by leaping over the top rope with a plancha! He goes to pick him up, but Cage lands a hard shot staggering Christian. The two begin exchanging blows back and forth. Cage gets a hard forearm in and tries to throw Christian into the steel steps, but Christian reverses, and Cage explodes through the steps! Cage quickly gets to his feet but Christian leaps over and clotheslines Cage and himself over the barricade and into the SummerSlam Crowd! These two are going everywhere, Michael! I thought the Street Fight was going to be our fill of that!It's obvious that these two hate each other, and they're going to stop at nothing to destroy each other!The two quickly start fighting through the crowd and the crowd chants "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Christian gets some distance and motions to the crowd for the spear! He dashes forward, but Cage moves out of the way and Christian stumbles to his knees. When Christian gets back to his feet and turns around, he's met with a hard shot as Cage picks up a chair and clobbers the Instant Classic! Christian slumps to the ground, but Cage isn't done. He takes Christian and throws him over the barricade then Screams. Christian struggles to get to his feet and rolls into the ring as Cage leaps over the barrier. Christian heads over to the other side of the ring and Cage follows, but Christian suddenly dropkicks Cage in the shin. Cage trips and leans on the bottom rope. Christian runs and slides over Cage through the bottome and second rope. He turns around and gives Cage a huge slap! Suddenly, loads of refs come out and start to break up the fight! And here comes the cavalry! Maybe now we can get some order restored!Hold on, looks like Christian's breaking loose!Cage exits the ring but is met by the refs pulling the two apart. Christian starts to break free of the refs and goes to leap back into action, but Cage sees it coming and turns and lets Christian dive right into the Discus Lariat! Christian is laid out! Cage stands over his fallen foe and screams in his face and roars into the crowd. The refs try to get him away, but he roars at them too. I'M A MACHINE!!!War Inside My HeadAs Cage's theme plays a second time, he looks proud of the work he's done and walks himself to the back. The Refs check on Christian to see if he's OK and eventually help him to the back as well. For the second time in three nights, Cage has laid Christian out.This may just be the first chapter of this conflict, William. How can Christian respond to this?We fade backstage.
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Post by Waffel113 on Aug 31, 2015 15:50:13 GMT -5
Rather than go backstage, we're treated to a rather luxurious private box in the arena. The crowd can be seen through the window before the camera moves down, where Austin Aries is seen in an immaculate suit, relaxing in a Lester chair and drinking a martini. Aries raises his glass towards the camera, beckoning us to come closer as he sets his drink down. If I'm being honest, it can be tiresome being the Greatest Man That Ever Lived. Of course there's the burden of knowing you're head and shoulders above your so-called peers, and few know the struggles of forcing your opponents to actually look like competent wrestlers. I can't begin to tell you the amount of times I've had to make it seem like my opponent knew what he was doing. But thankfully it seems like Adrian Neville learned from our last encounter, so good for him.
Thankfully, I find myself across the ring with someone who looks like they might know what they're doing. I mean, he beat "Rowdy" Roddy Strong, and having wrestled with Rod The Bod countless times, beating him's an accomplishment. Kalisto, you're a fantastic wrestler in your own right. Certainly miles ahead of your partner Sin Cara, that's for sure. And there's not a doubt in my mind that just like Rey Mysterio, you could be one of the greats in the business. You sit on the cusp of greatness, and against any other opponent on any other night, you could very well be the odds-on favorite to win the Intercontinental Title.
But the fact is that this is SummerSlam, and your opponent is A Double.
Now, I don't want you to think I'm being an asshole. Far from it, really. I can sit here comfortably, drinking my martinis, and say that you are one of the best luchadores I have ever seen, and I've seen some of the best. I know that as good as you are, your best days are still ahead, and it's a relief to know that unlike the rest of these jokes, you've got a good head on your shoulders. Why, you've even got a pin over me! Granted, it was a tag team match, but facts are facts. As illegal as it is, the ref counted a double pinfall, and that's what it says in the record books. No matter what happens tonight, you've still got that pinfall over me, sport.
So that's why it may be tough to hear me say I'm going to leave you a broken mess inside the ring. Not out of anger, but because I am the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in that ring, in this arena, and this city as a whole. They don't call me The Greatest Man That Ever Lived because it sounds cute, they say it because inside that ring, one-on-one, no one can touch me. No one, be it Okada, Rusev, Owens, Cena, Orton, even Brock Lesnar himself, they don't hold a candle to A Double. I did what only one other man can claim when I won the ROH World Title for an unprecedented second time and cemented myself as the best wrestler in that company's history. I did it when I was X-Division Champion and dominated my division to the point where I had to challenge the Heavyweight Champion just so I could get some semblance of competition. And I proved that as good as Adrian Neville may be, he's not great, nevermind beig the greatest.
Kalisto, I don't want to break your spirit. I want you to succeed. But you merely sit on the cusp of greatness, while I am the epitome of greatness. You're best days are still ahead of you, my best days never end. You wish, I do. I can praise you all day and half the night, but the unquestionable fact of the matter is that I am better. This match, it's merely a formality. The outcome was decided the second I beat Adrian Neville. I could've fought Roddy Strong, a close personal friend of mine, and it would have been the same outcome. I say this so that when I beat you tonight and claim my title, you'll know that it wasn't because you did anything wrong. I'm sure you'll give me a hell of a fight. But against the MV3 of the WWE, no one stands a chance. It's no slight against you, it's just the truth. And far be it for me to lie to you.
Don't be ashamed of your performance tonight Kalisto. Honestly, you're on the right track. In a few years time, people will talk about you the same way they talk about Rey Mysterio. But tonight isn't about fairy tale endings, and it isn't about you being the underdog. I'm not looking past you, I'm looking at you. Because you stand in the way of what is mine, and I know you're going to fight tooth and bail to claim the belt. And as I said, on any other night against any other opponent, you would succeed.
Unfortunately, tonight is when "A Double" Austin Aries claims the Intercontinental Title. And no one is going to stop me.Aries finishes off his martini before snapping his fingers, causing a waiter to appear with another martini. Taking it in his hand, Aries once more raises the glass towards the camera as we go backstage. And now it all comes down to this. SummerSlam, the August classic. I remember when I was a little niño watching Bret Hart vs the British Bulldog in the main of SummerSlam '92. One of the greatest matches in WWE history, and it was over the Intercontinental Championship. THIS is the championship for the workhorses of the WWE! THIS is title that shows that you're the foundation of the WWE itself! THIS is the championship that says to everyone on the planet, "You better buy a damn ticket to this show, because the Intercontinental Champion of the world is in town, and he's about to give you a match that you'll be telling your great-grandchildren about!"
I told the world that my mission in the WWE was to make my claim as the greatest luchadore of all time, and I come one step closer to fulfilling that mission tonight! Austin Aries, you love talking about how damn great you are! How great a wrestler you are! How great at every damn thing you do! Austin, you've been living on this Earth for almost 40 damn years, and you still haven't learned the biggest lesson of being a wrestler! If you really are the greatest at what you do, if you are everything you say you are, then you wouldn't have to brag so damn much!
Austin, I don't do any bragging because I let the WWE Universe brag for me! Tonight, I teach you a lesson in humility. Tonight, I teach you a lesson in respect. Tonight, I teach you a lesson that all guys like you need to learn. You talk shit, you get hit!
I'm saying this for all the little niños in the audience tonight cheering me on, for the fans around the world that work and work and work, and get nothing for that work while jackasses like Austin Aries get everything handed to them! Not tonight! Not while I still breathe! Tonight, I WILL walk out of SummerSlam as your new Intercontinental Champion of the World!
La misión continúa! Kalisto está listo!The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Intercontinental Championship!The Greatest Man That Ever LivedIntroducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 202 pounds, Austin Aries!Much like his tag team partner from three nights ago, Aries has to be kicking himself for losing on Raw.Aries may not have come out on top in that match, but if anybody can swing the momentum, it'd be him.LUCHA! LUCHA! LUCHA!Lucha LuchaAnd his opponent, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 170 pounds, Kalisto!Kalisto came up on the winning end of that tag team match, but he has to put it behind him now.While it would be nice to draw on that win, the chance at his first singles title here in WWE has to be at the front of his mind tonight.Intercontinental Championship Austin Aries vs. Kalisto 15 Minutes (5:05)
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Post by Fake Jesus on Aug 31, 2015 15:51:54 GMT -5
Kalisto with a spinning DDT
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Aug 31, 2015 15:52:46 GMT -5
Aries whips Kalisto into the corner, only to be caught with a pendulum kick as he charges in!
(Vote for Kalisto)
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