Date: Sunday, July 30th, 2006 | Live From: Boston, Massachusetts | Commentators: Joey Styles & Don Callis
CM Punk def. Joey Abs
Petey Williams def. The Zombie
-[[ Even here, the atmosphere is electric.. A limousine drives up in the parking lot and the driver steps out of the front.. He jogs to the back and opens the door.. Jillian Hall steps out wearing a black dress suit with a white shirt underneath the jacket.. Jeff Jarrett steps out behind her in a black suit that matches hers color wise.. He has a guitar case in his hand.. Jarrett reaches up with his free hand and removes his black sun glasses... ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Ha ha... WrestleBrawl.. Where men become heroes!
-[[ He smirks.. ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] And heroes become legends..
-[[ He looks up at the sky.. ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] And legends.. Become gods.
-[[ Jillian hugs Jarrett, holding him close. ]]-
[ Jillian Hall ] And if God was a wrestler... He'd be you.
-[[ Jarrett laughs and they begin making their way toward the building.. But a voice calls out from the shadows.. Jeff Jarrett turns around and sees "Big Poppa Pump" Scott Steiner, "Buff" Bagwell and Steiner's protégé, Justin Credible making their way toward him.. Steiner and Jarrett get right in each other's faces.. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] Jeff.
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Scotty.
-[[ Steiner extends his hand. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] Long time.
-[[ Jarrett accepts it. ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Damn right.
-[[ They break the handshake.. The former partners from both Solid Gold Wrestling and New Era Wrestling stare each other down for a bit... At one time, these two men, along with Bagwell had formed one of the most dominant stables in the history of the business, the InHumane Society.. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] Looks like we both got somethin' to prove tonight.
[ Jeff Jarrett ] You ain't kiddin'.
-[[ Steiner takes a step toward Jarrett, almost making him take a step back.. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] You get it done right this time.. You don't let that crooked tooth bastard get away this time.. You break his ass down, Jeff.. You show him that those shit companies like Championship Wrestlin' Entertainment are right where he belongs.. Because those companies.. Fuckin' suck!
[ Jeff Jarrett ] I'll care o' Flair.. Don't you worry about nothin' but your own match, Steiner.. You show Ken Kennedy how we used to do in the old days.. Show'im that the new blood ain't no match for the boys that used to run this place with an iron fist..
-[[ Steiner smirks. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] I'm gonna miss you, brother.
-[[ Steiner smirks. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] We brought companies to their knees.. We did the things.
-[[ Bagwell grabs Steiner by the shoulder, smiling.. Credible stands behind them with his kendo stick in his hand, gripping it tightly.. Steiner shrugs Bagwell's hand off of him. ]]-
[ Scott Steiner ] We did the things.
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Yeah, we did..
-[[ Jarrett then thinks.. ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Scotty.. How would ya' feel about ridin' one more time tonight?
[ Scott Steiner ] What you got in mind?
-[[ Jarrett smirks. ]]-
[ Jeff Jarrett ] Folla' me.. Let's talk.
-[[ Jarrett, Jillian, Steiner, Credible and Bagwell enter the building.. ]]-
[ Winner Enters WrestleBrawl Match @ #30 ]
Referee: Charles Robinson & Jimmy Cordaris
Winner: Justin Credible
-[[ Kurt Angle is sitting in a steel, folding chair, his eyes glued intently to a television that's resting on a table.. Angle is already in his wrestling gear and every few seconds, Angle raises his hand with a television remote in it and clicks a button.. Angle looks disgusted.. He does this over and over, repeating the act... ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] I never tapped out..
-[[ The door open and "The Franchise" Shane Douglas and Colt Cabana walk inside, both in their gear, ready to go.. They both look pumped and ready for action.. ]]-
[ Shane Douglas ] KURT FUCKIN' ANGLE!! WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU GETTING READY FOR YOUR MATCH!? YOUR MATCH!? YOUR GOD DAMN FUCKIN' MAAAATCH!?
-[[ Angle doesn't even look in his direction.. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] What's wrong, Kurt?
-[[ He looks at the television and sees what Angle is watching.. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] ..Oh.
-[[ Angle's voice is low, menacing. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] Let me ask you two a question..
-[[ They move in a bit closer and listen. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] If I'm not in an official ring.. And it wasn't.. An official match... And there was no official referee present... Then I never.. Officially.. Tapped out.... Right?
-[[ Cabana swallows hard. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] Well.. Technically--
-[[ Angle yells. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] RIGHT!?
-[[ Cabana and Douglas both back up, surprised. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] Yeah, Kurt.. You're right.
-[[ Cabana turns to Douglas.. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] Let's get out of here, Franchise.
-[[ Douglas and Cabana leave the room.. The camera pans around to reveal what Angle has been watching and you're treated to the sight of John Cena pulling Angle down to the floor in the backstage area, putting him in the STFU and forcing him to tap out.. Angle seethes with Anger as he watches this, his eyes full of contempt... Angle rewinds the video again.. And again. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] I never... Tapped out.
Referee: Scott James
Shawn Michaels stands
in his corner, staring intently at the monster on the other side.. Mark
Henry stands silent and still in his own corner as Johnny Nitro and
Trinity cheer him on from his corner.. Shawn Michaels knows what he has to
do.. He must defeat Mark Henry to get his hands on Johnny Nitro.. The bell
sounds and the two men meet in the center of the ring.. Mark Henry smiles
and slaps Michaels so hard across the face that it knocks him down..
Michaels, on his ass, stares up at Henry with genuine shock on his face..
Henry begins advancing on him and Michaels scrambles backward and gets
back to his feet.. He immediately dives through the middle and top ropes
and begins climbing to the top rope.. And before Henry can even react,
Michaels flies off at him with a cross body! But Henry catches him! Henry
drops Michaels with a back breaker and goes for a cover.. One! Two!
Michaels gets a shoulder up.. Henry sits there on his knees, his hands on
his hips.. He pulls Michaels' head up by his hair and slugs him in the
face.. Henry pulls Michaels up to his feet and whips him hard into the
turnbuckle and Henry follows him.. But Michaels leap frogs him and Henry
goes chest first into the turnbuckle! Henry bounces backward and turns
around slowly into.. The flying forearm! Michaels kips up! Michaels climbs
to the top rope.. And drops the flying elbow across Henry's chest!
Michaels is up again, taking his position in the corner.. And he begins
tuning up the band! Mark Henry slowly gets to his feet.. And Michaels goes
for it.. SWEET CHIN MUSICRRRAAAACK!! Johnny Nitro blasted Shawn Michaels
right in the FACE with a steel chair! The referee immediately calls for
the bell, disqualifying Mark Henry!
Winner: Shawn Michaels via Pin Fall
[ Stevie Richards ] You can't do that, man! Think about this!
-[[ You're allowed a glimpse inside of the boiler room and you see Raven sitting in a dark corner with Stevie Richards, Alexis Laree, the Blue Meanie and Perry Saturn gathered around him... The Intercontinental championship is laid across the ground next to him.. Raven seems calm, content.. The others look confused but Stevie is irate. ]]-
[ Raven ] It's not up for negotiation, Stevie.. My mind is made up.
-[[ Stevie runs his hands over his head. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] Raven, man.. You've built so much.. How can you just throw it away?
-[[ Raven bows his head, becoming agitated. ]]-
[ Raven ] Stevie.. Shut up.
[ Stevie Richards ] I'm not letting you forfeit the title, Raven.. It's stupid!
-[[ Raven actually manages a quiet laugh and stands up.. ]]-
[ Raven ] Are you gonna stop me, Stevie?
-[[ Raven gets up in Stevie's face.. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] M.. M-maybe..
-[[ Raven picks up the championship belt and holds it at his side. ]]-
[ Raven ] This championship has brought me nothing but pain, Stevie.. It's time to let it go.. I'm going for bigger and better things tonight.. And as far as I'm concerned, this title is no longer mine, nor any of my concern..
-[[ Stevie looks down at the belt, heart broken. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] Scotty.. Please.
-[[ Raven slaps Stevie across the face and pushes him hard at the door of the boiler room. ]]-
[ Raven ] Drop it, Richards!! This is my decision!! MY DECISION!! And if you don't like it.. I don't give a damn.. Because you're my fuckin' lackey!!
-[[ Everyone gasps.. Richards looks hurt.. ]]-
[ Raven ] My job boy bitch!
-[[ Richards nods, wiping his mouth.. ]]-
[ Alexis Laree ] Boss, what are you doing?!
-[[ Richards waves her off. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] No.. That's fine.. That's okay..
-[[ He looks Raven dead in the eye. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] Is that all I am to you, Scotty?
-[[ Raven drops the belt at Stevie's feet and turns around.. He slumps down in the corner and cradles his head in his hands.. Alexis looks at Stevie and back to Raven like she doesn't know what to do.. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] It's okay.. Go to him.
-[[ She looks sad and runs over to Raven and sits next to him.. Stevie looks down at the Intercontinental championship at his feet and picks it up.... He looks down at it.. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] Lackey.. Job boy.. I'll show you.
-[[ He turns to walk out of the room. ]]-
[ Stevie Richards ] You'll see.
-[[ The Meanie sees him walk out the door. ]]-
[ The Blue Meanie ] Stevie!? Where are you going!?
Referee: Mike Chioda
Winner: Kurt Angle via Referee's Decision
-[[ You see small, clear globes inside with pieces of white paper inside of them.. There's a hand spinning the knob on the side, making sure all of the globes are good and mixed up.. You pan up and see that the two men spinning the bin are former SGW World Heavyweight champion, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, who had his career ended earlier this year by John Bradshaw Layfield and Val Venis, who is wearing a velvet, purple suit and a matching eye patch.. The door to the room opens up and Test walks in looking pissed off.. He stomps up to the bin and sticks his hand inside.. ]]-
[ Val Venis ] Good luck.
-[[ Test scoffs. ]]-
[ Test ] Shut up.
-[[ He cracks open the shell and unfolds the piece of paper inside.. He nods. ]]-
[ Test ] Not bad..
-[[ Test folds the number up and sticks it in his tights. ]]-
[ Test ] Gonna win WrestleBrawl.. And then the world title..
-[[ He looks at Venis and raises an eyebrow. ]]-
[ Test ] And actually DO something with it.
-[[ Test walks out of the room and as he walks out, the New Age Outlaws walk in. ]]-
[ Road Dogg ] Yo, Hitman.. 'Sup, Val?
-[[ Road Dogg and Billy Gunn shake Bret's hand.. Road Dogg bumps fists with Val.. ]]-
[ Road Dogg ] What's with the eye patch, bro?
[ Val Venis ] Don't ask.
-[[ Billy Gunn leans in and whispers to Road Dogg.. Road Dogg looks disgusted. ]]-
[ Road Dogg ] What? That's bullshit, man.. Nobody'd do that to another man.
-[[ Road Dogg looks at Val.. ]]-
[ Road Dogg ] Say it ain't so, Val.
[ Val Venis ] Just draw your damn number.
[ Road Dogg ] Shit, man.. Just.. Shit.
-[[ Road Dogg reaches into the bin and pulls out his number.. He checks it out. ]]-
[ Road Dogg ] Mmm.. About halfway.. Ah, well.. Too sweet to be sour, son, let's go.
-[[ Road Dogg and Billy Gunn leave as Tom Cruise and Justin Credible walk inside.. Tom Cruise has his sun glasses on and looks ready to rumble.. Venis rolls his eyes as Cruise comes in.. Cruise notices the look and gets defensive. ]]-
[ Tom Cruise ] What's wrong, Val?
-[[ Venis shakes his head and opens the bin for Cruise to get his hand inside, but Cruise doesn't go for it.. Cruise just stands there, staring at Venis.. He removes his sun glasses.. ]]-
[ Tom Cruise ] Are you angry because my world championship reign is more fondly remembered than yours? Is that it, Val?
-[[ Val doesn't answer him. ]]-
[ Tom Cruise ] Let me tell you something about being a world champion, Val.. See, you don't understand what it takes to be a champion.. You don't.. Get it.. You see.. I've done the research, I know what I'm talking about..
-[[ Venis isn't going for it. ]]-
[ Tom Cruise ] You're being glib.
-[[ Venis removes a number himself and pushes it into Cruise's chest.. Cruise takes the number and looks at it.. His face lights up and he jumps in the air. ]]-
[ Tom Cruise ] Jackpot!
-[[ He jumps in the air again and slides out of the room Risky Business style.. Justin Credible walks up, tapping his Singapore cane on the floor.. He reaches in and removes a number and then looks like he can't believe he just did something. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] What am I thinking? I don't need a fuckin' number!
-[[ He dumps the number back into the bin. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] I already won the number thirty spot tonight!
-[[ He laughs and smacks himself on the forehead. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] Why did I come in here again?
-[[ It dawns on him.. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] Oh yeah!
-[[ He hocks and spits in Val Venis' face. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] Fuck you, Venis!
-[[ Credible turns around and walks out of the room, laughing. ]]-
[ Justin Credible ] Now, THAT.. Was Justin Credible!
-[[ John Bradshaw Layfield walks into the room now and tips his cowboy hat.. He reaches his hand into the bin as Venis wipes his face off with a purple handkerchief.. Layfield pulls out his number and looks at it.. He seems pleased and then looks at Venis. ]]-
[ John Bradshaw Layfield ] Hey, I know you.. You're.. Ah.. You're..
[ Val Venis ] The former SGW World Champion..
[ John Bradshaw Layfield ] No.. No! You're that GUY!
[ Val Venis ] That guy?
[ John Bradshaw Layfield ] The one with the shit on his face!
-[[ Layfield covers his eyes.. ]]-
[ John Bradshaw Layfield ] Edge! Edge! That's it, he spilled his nuts on your damn face!
-[[ Layfield laughs loudly. ]]-
[ John Bradshaw Layfield ] Damn, that musta' sucked, son!
-[[ Layfield walks out of the room laughing.. Venis shakes his head.. ]]-
[ Val Venis ] Such disrespect.. It pisses me off, Hitman..
-[[ Hart doesn't even look at Venis. ]]-
[ Bret Hart ] Don't talk to me.
Special Guest Referee: Terry Taylor
Winner & New Intercontinental Champion: Rob Conway via Pin Fall
[ Kurt Angle ] Greetings, my fellow Americans.
-[[ The fans boo. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] Last week, I told you, my adoring public that I had an announcement that would change the face, not only of Solid Gold Wrestling.. But of the United States as a whole..
-[[ Cabana nods as he listens, a smirk on his face. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] I stand before you today to let my intentions be known.. That in the next electoral race, I, Kurt Angle.. YOUR Olympic hero.. And the only Olympic gold medalist in the history of this company, am running for president of the United States of America..
-[[ The fans boo even louder.. The Franchise hops forward, rubbing his goatee. ]]-
[ Shane Douglas ] THAT'S RIGHT, AMERICA!! KURT FUCKIN' ANGLE IS RUNNIN' FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF FUCKIN' AMERICA!! AND THE FUCKIN' FRANCHISE.. IS GONNA BE.. HA HA HA! THE BEST MAN!!
-[[ Cabana and Angle both look at Douglas, confused. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] Best man? I hope you don't mean vice president..
-[[ Cabana points at himself with his thumbs. ]]-
[ Colt Cabana ] Because that's gonna be ME!
-[[ Douglas' jaw drops. ]]-
[ Shane Douglas ] THAT'S BULLSHIT.. AND YOU KNOW IT!! YOU KNOW IT!! YOU GOD DAMN FUCKIN' WELL KNOW IT!! THE FUCKIN' FRANCHISE IS GONNA BE.. THE BEST MAN!! THE VICE PRESIDENT, WHAT THE FUCK EVER.. AND WITH THE FUCKIN' FRANCHISE IN THE HOUSE, CABANA, YOU'LL BE LUCKY IF KURT LETS YOU BE.. THE FIRST LADY!!
-[[ Angle stands up and slams his hands on the desk. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] That's enough!
-[[ Angle looks them back and forth.. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] We've already discussed this.. Colt.. You're going to be the Vice President.. Shane Douglas, you're going to be my secretary of defense.. And that's final!
-[[ He waggles his head around. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] And for the last time.. There is no BEST MAN in a presidential cabinet!!
-[[ Douglas kicks at the ground, pouting. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] America.. I promise you.. Vote for me, Kurt Angle, YOUR Olympic hero in the two thousand and eight election.. The campaign begins NOW and I promise you, just like I did tonight when I beat John Cena.. I will take the bad OUT of America and teach all of your children my three I's... Intensity.. Intelligence.. And integrity! Oh, it's true! It's damn true!
-[[ Angle throws his arms out to the side. ]]-
[ Kurt Angle ] VOTE ANGLE IN OH-EIGHT!! WOO!!