The WWE intro plays, followed by:
Welcome to SmackDown! Tensions are fuming with just four days until The Bash this Sunday!
No doubt, Cole. And I gotta tell ya--I'm wondering if some of SmackDown's finest will even be able to put up with each other until then!
We can only hope, partner, as The Bash promises to be a great showing by the #1 brand in sports-entertainment. Take it away, Chimel!
"The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Tag Team Championship!"
New champs, Booker T & Rob Van Dam, looking sharp with the gold 'round their waists. Got their plate full tonight!
I couldn't agree more, partner. It's apparent that the former champions will be looking to regain what was once theirs.
Despite the bravado shown by Christian & Jericho, the fervid combination of crowd support for the new champions and high energy levels of Booker T & Rob Van Dam prove too great of an obstacle. Christian is knocked out of the ring by Booker T, as RVD gets planted by Jericho, but rolls out of the lionsault. Booker T lurches in and nails the Book-End on the Fozzy frontman. Meanwhile, Mr. Thursday Night launches himself over the top rope at Captain Charisma as the referee counts Jericho's shoulders.
Well, you can't fault the effort of Jericho & Christian.
Not for nothing, Cole. But it's clear the new champs like being on top.
Booker T and Rob Van Dam, two immense fan favorites, celebrate warmly with the audience as the cameras swivel backstage. Naughtily, the camera chases up a pair of long, long legs and zooms in for a tantalizing view of a woman's backside, minimally clothed by daisy dukes and a belt to die for. "Who's this, Cole? Getting hot under the collar here…" The click-clack of her heels can be heard as a delicate hand pats on the locker room door. "Howdy, boys." As if the voice weren't telling enough, the camera finally grants the viewers at home the gorgeous face of Stacy Keibler. The handful of superstars are melted over with amorous smiles as Stacy's pearly white teeth shine.
"How's it going?" She asks, and receives a few stammered responses. "Hey, big man…" She eyes Chris Masters. He points at his chest. "Yeah, you. C'mere." The boys heckle the Masterpiece as he blushes and flexes at the same time, muting some of the catcalls as he approaches the gorgeous leggy blonde. "Yeah?" On-camera, behind Stacy and Chris as they leave the dressing room, is Carlito, who is chewing on an apple and following behind them.
"I might be new to SmackDown. But I've seen more than enough…" She is gawking at the man's impressive muscles. "To notice you're the next big thing." Masters smiles with confidence, absorbing the compliment. "But." Stacy's glossy lips shimmer sexily as she holds up a finger. Masters perks an eyebrow, as does Carlito behind them. "You need…something…else. An extra little something to win over the crowd." Masters shrugs, entertaining the idea and liking the imagery his presumptions are leading him to. "If you're game, I wouldn't mind lending my talents at ringside for you tonight." Masters grins from ear to ear, blatantly accepting the offer, but Carlito blurts out. "You're serious?"
Finally, the breathtaking diva and the bustling Masterpiece discover the Puerto Rican loudmouth, sporting his afro as his mouth hangs open in cool haughtiness. "Cause if you're handing out favors, I wouldn't mind some of those talents either." He raises a wicked eyebrow and Masters tenses. "Easy, big boy." Stacy intervenes, placing her smooth manicured fingers on the Masterpiece's massive chest. "What did you say?" She asks Carlito, whose ego shrivels before the bodacious blonde. He stammers as the diva's evocative stare rips apart the fiber of his entire being. "I was just--you know--saying that I need some help getting to the--the next level--on, uh, on SmackDown, you know?"
"Hmm." Stacy cutely ponders, teasing the big-haired rambler. "We'll see. But first, Chris has a match against Kurt Angle." Carlito nods, thankful for even being spoken to by such an angel, but the cold stare from the Masterpiece crushes the Puerto Rican even more. In that match alluded to by Miss Keibler, the audience would nearly faint as near fall after near fall evolved into a spectacular contest. A new liveliness emerged inside of Chris Masters as Stacy's encouraging chants at ringside egged him on. But the Olympic Hero is no walk in the park. He takes the refueled Masterpiece to his utmost limits before cinching in the ankle lock on the larger superstar. But Stacy Keibler bounces up onto the apron and blows a kiss to Angle, who is looking straight at her. The momentary distraction, though Angle merely shook his head in confusion, proves to be enough for Masters who flips Angle forward. As the Olympic Hero recovers, staggering backward, he is trapped in the Masterlock before any counter can be mounted by the resilient fan favorite. The crowd is littered with some boos, but others are ecstatic because Stacy hops into the ring!
SmackDown's new legs and the Masterpiece celebrate as Angle shakes his head, not liking what happened, but realizing it was mostly a fair outcome. Mostly. "I love it, Cole. Look at those loooong legs. Whoo! No place like SmackDown!, baby!"
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After a commercial break, the arena erupts into a fiery doom as Kane makes his haunting entrance. The Big Show is there to meet him moments later, as Cole informs the audience at home that this first blood match was requested personally by the Big Red Monster per approval by Theodore Long, SD!'s General Manager. "From, ah, Miss Keibler to this definite splatterfest. I can't wait, Cole. Big Show ain't a fan of Kane's new shtick." Before long, a steel chair shot threatens to make some red pour out from under Kane's fiery mask. But Kane brutalizes his way back into the contest. As expected, he begins to taunt the world's largest athlete with no remorse or decency. It only angers the giant, who begins to pummel Kane with the chair and even tries to use the steel steps, but is tripped by Kane as the steps slam into his face upon colliding with the floor.
"Look out, Show!" Tazz exclaims at ringside to no avail. Kane cracks him with the chair as soon as he stands up on wobbly legs. The result is blood that Kane aggravates even further, rubbing his boot into Big Show's face. The giant shoves him off, but Kane starts laughing, saying "All of these people…are…laughing at you." Big Show is livid, wiping his wound with his hand, and refuses medical attention. He chases after Kane, but trips, which incites more laughter from some members of the audience.
"Big Show's gonna tear Kane a new one, Cole, I'm telling you."
"Well, personally I'm disgusted by both men's actions tonight."
Rey Mysterio & Eddie Guerrero best Shelton Benjamin and Daivari next, winning with the 619 and Frog Splash. Angle applauds backstage, despite his loss earlier. Once Hassan is the only one left standing in the ring, Angle appears on the titantron. "I love seeing trash put in its proper place. I'll see you at The Bash, Hassan. Oh, by the way, General Manager Theodore Long wants me to inform you that if any of your goons try to interfere, tough luck. Because it's going to be…YOU…and…ME, Kurt Angle, the true American Hero and future US champion, in a STEEL...CAGE." The crowd explodes at the surprise disclosure. Hassan and Daivari grimace and continue to incite the crowd more.
In yet another disappointing match for Batista, the antics of new champion Edge & his devious sidearm Lita get the best of him. Edge will have to lick some wounds for The Bash, but Batista is the one left whimpering in the ring. He destroys equipment at ringside and eventually stomps off to the back after security intervenes.
In a WAR, Orton & Undertaker tackle each other, animosity spilling over the threshold between them. A recap of each superstar's surprise attack on the other plays beforehand, ultimately leading up to Orton's attempt for an RKO that looks like a Dudley Dog, bringing back some ECW memories for Tazz at ringside. The Legend Killer steps up the turnbuckle and intends to swing around in mid-air, but the Phenom counters the creative maneuver on the way down, corralling the brazen 3rd generation superstar into a tombstone piledriver for the definitive victory. Undertaker kneels under the purple lights, sending a message that the championship is truly his and is going to go back on his waist.
"That is what we like to call dominance, Cole."
"I couldn't agree more, Tazz. But will that dominance continue when the odds are split into thirds this Sunday at The Bash, live on pay-per-view?"
"We'll find out. Ha!"
"That we will, partner. Thank you, everybody, for tuning in tonight. We'll see you this Sunday!"
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