JR: Alrighty King, here we go!
King: This is going to be a war!
Michaels and Batista slowly close the distance, before locking up in the middle of the ring. Batista takes over with a side headlock on Michaels, as Michaels looks for a way to escape. Batista tightens his grip, as Michaels shoves him towards the ropes. Batista springs off of the ropes, and delivers a vicious shoulder tackle to Shawn Michaels, causing The Heartbreak Kid to flip fully over and land on his front, with a thud.
JR: What impact!
King: Batista is an Animal, he's Doomsdays Animal!
Michaels checks his nose for blood, as he gets to his feet. Batista waves him on, looking fired up. The two lockup again, however Michaels manages to maneuver behind Batista in a German Suplex position. Batista reverses it, turning it into a hammerlock, as he slides in behind Michaels. Michaels reverses the hammerlock, sliding in behind Batista. He steps on the back of Batista knee, causing it to buckle, dropping The Animal to one knee. Michaels moves forward, releasing the hammerlock, and locking on a headlock. Batista springs to his feet, throwing Michaels overhead, in a belly to back Suplex.
JR: The strength of Batista is just too much.
King: I've got to agree, JR. Michaels will need a new strategy.
Batista gets up, as Michaels pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Batista grabs Michaels, and whips him into a turnbuckle, with a loud thud. Batista runs in with a destructive clothesline, knocking Michaels loopy. Batista lowers his shoulder, thrusting them into the gut of Michaels repeatedly. Michaels grimaces in pain after each shot, but The Animal is relentless, punishing Michaels with every thrust. Batista lets up and takes a step back, before putting his boot up to Michaels chin and choking him, using the ring ropes for leverage. The referee begins to count Batista out, 1, 2, 3, 4... Batista breaks the hold. Batista hoists Michaels up onto his shoulder, and charges forward with a big running Powerslam! Batista with the cover!
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JR: So now Angle wants a piece of Michaels? This makes me sick...
Michaels crawls towards his corner, but Angle runs in and grabs Michaels leg, pulling him back to the Doomsday corner. Angle locks in a body scissors trying to drain the will from Michaels. The crowd begins to cheer, chanting HBK, HBK, HBK, trying to push Michaels on. Michaels reaches out for his corner, but he's a full bodylength away. Angle tightens the scissors, leaving Michaels screaming in agony. Michaels rolls through, trying to escape the hold, but Angle manages to change it to a rear naked choke! Angle clamps down with everything he has, draining Michaels of all of his energy. The referee continually asks Michaels if he'll give it up, but the Heartbreak Kid presses on! Michaels, with Angle on his back, drags himself to the nearby ropes and grabs them, forcing Angle to break the hold, which he very reluctantly does. Michaels wills his way back to his feet, but Kurt grabs him around his mid section and tosses him high overhead in a German Suplex. Angle holds onto his grip, rolling his hips and powering Michaels overhead once more! Finally Angle powers himself up once more, tossing Michaels in a release German Suplex! Angle says that's it to the crowd, who boo him, as he climbs the ropes.
JR: Angle going high risk here...
King: High risk high reward!
Angle scampers up the turnbuckle, climbing to the top, as he looks down at the lifeless Michaels. He launches himself backwards in a giant moonsault, but Michaels rolls out of the way, and Angle lands with a loud thud. The crowd is chanting for The Alliance, as both Angle and Michaels are down. Finally, Michaels wills himself into a crawl, managing to climb over to his corner, and tags in Finlay. Angle rolls over to his corner, and Burke tags himself in. Both Burke and Finlay enter the ring at the same time, and circle each other for a moment, before locking up.
JR: Burke and Finlay have been through some wars, over the Intercontinental Championship that The Great Khali now holds.
King: That's right JR, these guys know each other very well.
JR: They do indeed.
Finlay and Burke lock up in an elbow collar tieup. Each man looks for an advantage, but finds none. Finlay manages to maneuver Burke into a corner, but the referee calls for a clean break. The ref slides in between the two, and Finlay breaks cleanly. They circle each other once more, looking for an advantage. The two lockup again but Finlay immediately catches Burke with a European uppercut. Burke tries to shake it off, but Finlay locks in a headlock, grounding Burke, before moving forward and snapmaring him overhead. Finlay grabs Burkes arms, and locks him into a seated surfboard stretch. Burke tries to make his way out of the hold, but the veteran, Finlay, knows all the tricks to keep him locked in. Finlay pulls back on the hold, trying to separate the shoulders of Elijah Burke.
JR: We've seen this before from the Fighting Irishman, really wearing down his opponents with time tested and proven holds.
Finlay springs to his feet, running to the far ropes to the surprise of all, as he flies back into Burkes face with a low-angle dropkick. Finlay then pops up, and drops a legdrop on Burke!
King: Then again, sometimes he's shown us things we haven't seen before!
Burke tries to shake the cobwebs, as he gets to his feet, but is stopped by a shortarm clothesline of Finlays. Finlay picks Burke up, and drops him with a single arm DDT, planting him into the mat. Finlay bounces off the ropes once more, landing with a seated senton right on the chest of Burke. Finlay goes for the cover, with the forearm in the face!
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Burke kicks out. Finlay drags Burke to his corner, tagging in Chris Jericho.
King: Now, if you don't mind me saying JR, Business is about to pick up. Jericho and Michaels do not get along, but both claim there here for the Team, so it's time to see who's lying, and who's telling the truth.
Jericho climbs the turnbuckle, as Finlay holds Burke still. Jericho springs off with a spinning back elbow strike, connecting square in the jaw, as the referee forces Finlay from the ring. Burke is up onto his hands and knees, as Jericho double underhooks him, lifting him overhead before dropping him on his knee, for a textbook backbreaker. Jericho gives time for Burke to get to his feet, before running up and delivering an enzuiguri to the back of Burkes head, making a tremendous thwack. Jericho locks Burke into a sleeperhold, pulling him to his feet. Burke lifts his arms towards his corner, but he's halfway across the ring, as Jericho drops him with a sleeperslam. Jericho with the cover.
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Burke powers out. Jericho springs back to his feet, laughing. He puts a boot atop Burkes chest, in a cocky pin, and yells "Yeah Baby!" to the crowd.
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JR: Not sure what Jericho is trying to prove with that.
King: This can only lead to trouble.
Burke pulls himself up to a sitting position, with the help of the ropes, as Jericho mocks him. He slaps him a few times in the face, as Burke looks out of it. Jericho leans in closer, and gets 4-up side the head, dropping him like he's been shot. Both men get to there feet, and Burke hits a huge dropkick, flooring Jericho. Jericho gets up and rushes Elijah, who counters with a hip toss. Jericho lands hard near the turnbuckle, and Burke rushes into the turnbuckle, executing a handstand before twisting into a low-angle diving elbow drop.
King: Outer Limitz Elbow Drop!
JR: That may be enough for Burke to be able to get a tag!
Burke pulls himself to his feet, as he tags in the A-Train. Train charges in and drops a series of elbows onto the still downed Jericho. He picks Jericho up, and rifles him into the Doomsday corner, before following him in with a giant avalanche, crushing him between turnbuckle and himself. Jericho stumbles out, and A-train grabs his feet, tripping him. He then slides him headifrst under the bottom rope, before springing down to his back, catapulting him into the bottom rope!
JR: In my mind, the decapitator may be the most aptly named move in the A-Trains arsenal....
King: Jericho won't be able to talk for weeks! ... Maybe that's not a bad thing.
A-Train gets up, looking as angry as ever, and yanks Jericho to his feet by his hair. The referee is warning him, but A-Train either doesn't notice or doesn't care, as he Double Underhooks Jericho into a massive Overhead suplex. A-Train picks him up, and Military presses him to the sky, before slamming him down to the mat. A slow neckbreaker drops Jericho yet again, as the rest of The Alliance tries to cheer him on. A-Train lifts Jericho up by his throat, high into the air, for the Derailer, but Jericho knees him in the face, and the A-Train drops him. Jericho staggers to his corner, as Michaels outstretches his arm. Jericho gets as far away from him as possible, as he tags in Sting.
JR: woah, what just happened there?
King: Jericho refused to tag in Michaels
JR: so Instead he tags in the most injured member of the team?
Sting rushes in and immediately catches a bicycle kick from the very angry A-Train. A-Train picks Sting up off of the mat, locking him into a gutwrench, as he pulls him up to his shoulder. He then drops to his knees, breaking Sting's bat on his shoulder, with the Train Wreck! A-Train hooks the leg, as he covers Sting!
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JR: Oh come on now, that's not how you treat a legend!
King: Kennedy is trying to become a legend in his own right, right here in ETW.
JR: Well you don't do that, by trying to demean or embarrass others.
King: Can't you? Mr. Kennedy is best known for kicking Triple H out of Doomsday, as well as cashing in on a helpless Shawn Michaels...
Kennedy gets up and pulls Sting to his feet. he throws him into the corner, and then shows the crowd a mischievous grin. Kennedy runs in, leaps, and gives Sting a taste of the Stinger splash! The crowd boos viciously, but Kennedy doesn't care, giving Sting a big knee lift to the face. Kennedy hooks Sting up and gives him a Russian Legsweep into the turnbuckle! Kennedy picks Sting up, and places him on top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up behind him, giving him a few elbow shots to the gut for good measure, as he hooks his head and drops him with a reverse superplex from the top! Kennedy with the cover.
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Sting kicks out...barely.
JR: Look at the heart, the determination, if the Icon!
King: I gotta admit JR, Sting is beaten up, and he's fighting out here for what he believes in! What a trooper!
Kennedy can't believe it. He picks Sting up and drops him with a snap DDT! Kennedy with the cover!
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CM Punk breaks it up, by stopping on Kennedy heads. Kennedy springs to his feet, chasing after Punk as he leaves the ring, but is met by a Finlay straight right arm, knocking him to the ground. Sting crawls over, and tags in Punk. Punk leaps to the top rope, and floors the rising Kennedy with a springboard clothesline. Punk is fired up, as he begins to attack Kennedy with high paced offense. A big spinning wheel kick is followed by a snap scoop powerslam. Punk launches Kennedy into the ropes and catches him with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Punk nails Kennedy with a step up enziguri! Kennedy is groggy as Punk hits him with a series of slaps and backhand chops, followed by a spinning open hand backfist, and a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Punk drops down on top of Kennedy, and twists him into the Anaconda Vice! Kennedy is screaming in pain!
JR: It's all over for Kennedy!
King: Oh No!
Batista runs in, and breaks it up. The referee scolds Batista, but Batista just tries to wave Punk on. Seizing the opportunity, Kennedy rolls Punk up!
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Punk kicks out. Kennedy springs to his feet and hits Punk with a reverse DDT! As Punk gets to his feet, Kennedy feints a roundhouse kick before delivering an enzuiguri. Kennedy picks Punk up, and throws him into the corner. He sets him up on top of the turnbuckle again, as he climbs up and slowly drapes Punk across his shoulders. Kennedy stands up on the second rope, ready for the Green Bay Plunge!
King: If he hits this, it's over!
Kennedy flies off, tucking into a roll, and planting Punk into the mat, with all the weight of Kennedy! Kennedy rushes up, hooks the leg, and makes the cover.
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No! Punk somehow kicks out! Kennedy springs to his feet, and gets in the face of the referee. The ref backs into a corner, unsure what to do, as Kennedy continues to yell and scream. Punk slowly gets up, comes up from behind Kennedy and lifts him up onto his shoulders for the GTS! Punk flips Kennedy over, but as he lifts his knee, Batista comes out of nowhere and spears Punk! Kennedy drops to the ground, as the rest of The Alliance, and Doomsday, spill into the ring! Michaels and Angle begins to trade lefts and rights, as the A-train clotheslines Sting over the top rope. Finlay smacks Batista around with a series of rights, and The Animal rolls out of the ring, but grabs Finlays boot and pulls him out. Burke has Jericho down on the outside, as Michaels takes Angle out over the top rope with a crossbody! Kennedy crawls forward, and covers Punk.
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CM Punk has been Eliminated (28:01)
King: Punk is out! Doomsday leads 5-4!
JR: The Spear did it! Kennedy was just in the right place at the right time to get the cover. Wow, did Batista save Kennedy with that move.
King: and you were saying they can't trust each other JR? See, I told you Doomsday was all on the same page, it's Jericho and Michaels you need to worry about!
JR: Maybe, pressure is on now...
King: And one of 'em is gonna crack!
Kennedy raises his arms in victory, as Sting slides into the ring. Sting comes up from behind, hooks his head, and drops him with the Scorpion Death Drop! Sting with the cover!
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King: It's all over!
JR: No!
Batista dives forward with a double ax handle, and makes the save! Sting struggles to his feet on the bad ankle, and Batista takes a wild swing at him, but Sting dodges it and hits Batista with the Scorpion Death Drop as well! Kennedy pulls himself up on the ropes in the corner, and Sting rushes in with the Stinger Splash! Kennedy staggers out into a Snap DDT! Kennedy gets back to his feet and is met by a dropkick!
JR: Sting is on fire here!
Batista is still down on the ring apron, and bodies are scattered all over the place, as Angle slides in behind Sting and hits the Angle Slam! Angle slides out of the ring, as Kennedy crawls over and makes the cover.
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JR: The heart, the determination, of Sting! In his second match of the night, he has just kicked out of the Angle Slam!
King: I can't believe what I am seeing, JR!
Kennedy crawls over and tags in the waiting A-train, and the behemoth enters like a bat out of hell. Train picks Sting up and drops him to the mat with a powerslam! Train then drops Sting with a neckbreaker, and a big elbow drop for good measure.
King: I don't think Sting can take much more of this, JR. He's already been beaten to hell and back, and now he's getting man handled by a 300 pounder! A neckbreaker isn't a simple neckbreaker when A-Train executes it.
JR: Very true King. The sheer size, power and mass of A-train means that everything has that little extra oomph behind it.
A-Train heaves Sting back to his feet, lifting him overhead in a delayed vertical Suplex.... the fans begins to count the seconds as A-Train holds him effortlessly above his head, before jacknifing him to the ground. Train picks Sting up and shoves his head between his massive thighs. He grabs Sting around the waist, and lifts him high overhead for a powerbomb, but Sting shoots down his back into a rollup!
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JR: Uh oh, Sting looks seriously hurt here.
Train is up first, and the referee hops to the outside to make sure nobody interferes. Train lowers his shoulder into the gut of Sting, and rams him into the ring apron. Train then maneuvers him full tilt into the security barricade. Sting tries to crawl away, but A-Train will have none of it, and lifts him back to his feet, before irish whipping him into the steel ring post, busting Sting open. Sting is bleeding heavily from a major gash on the upper right side of his head, near the hairline.
JR: Oh wow, that looks ugly
King: Sting is on his last legs here JR
JR: I've got to agree. Sting needs a tag in the worst possible way...
Train taunts the crowd, to some serious boos, as Sting continues to bleed heavily. The referee yells at A-Train to get him into the ring, but Train doesn't listen, as he smashes him face first into the steel ring steps. A-Train than climbs the steel ringsteps with him, smashing him into the ring post once more for good measure. Sting is completely out of it on his feet. A-Train grabs him by his neck, and sets him up for the Derailer chokebomb!
JR: oh Good God, A-Train is going to chokebomb him onto the steel ringsteps!
King: This is going to far, get in there ref!
Suddenly Sting bursts with energy, and smashes his fist into the face of A-Train! Sting hooks him and drops him with a Snap DDT right into the ringsteps! A-Train goes flying backwards from the impact, as Sting lands painfully on the side of the steps!
King: What a counter!
JR: But has Sting done more damage to himself?!
The referee checks on Sting, who very, very, slowly gets to his feet. A-Train is down, and now he's bleeding from his nose. The referee goes to check on him, as Sting slides into the ring, leaving a bloody mark on the ring canvas. A-Train heaves himself up, and rolls into the ring after Sting, who is too tired to make it across for a tag. Train crawls to his corner, as Sting crawls to his. Angle, sensing Sting will reach his corner first, runs out and nails Sting with an elbow drop to the back! Finlay, Michaels and Jericho all rush after Angle, who gets joined by Batista, Kennedy and Burke, and they all begin to brawl in the ring. Sting continues to crawl towards his corner, before he realizes there's nobody there. Sting pulls himself up on the ropes, when he suddenly gets decked from behind with his baseball bat! It's John Morrison!
King: WHAT THE HELL?!
JR: What the? My God, That's John Morrison!
King: What the hell is he doing here?!
JR: Was this what Angle was talking about?
Sting crumbles to the mat, as Morrison feeds him one more shot for good measure, before disappearing into the crowd before the referee can see him. Doomsday and The Alliance begin to brawl to the outside, while A-Train is down in the Doomsday corner. Angle, seizing the initiative, rushes back to his corner and tags the lifeless A-Train, before he shoots over and covers Sting.
JR: Damnit, Not this way!
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King: Kurt Angle is a genius!
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JR: Kurt Angle is a son of a bitch!
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Sting has been Eliminated (35:33)
JR: Son of a bitch, Morrison is going to pay for this!
King: Is he? It's 5-3 Doomsday! If things continue to go as they are, you better believe that John Morrison not only won't be punished, he'll be rewarded!
JR: The Alliance is simply running out of manpower...
Finlay, Jericho and Michaels all step through the ropes, as Team Doomsday all steps in behind Kurt Angle. Both sides stare each other down, as the referee tries to restore some sort of order. Angle just smiles, waving them all on, when we see Shane McMahon strutting down the entrance ramp.
JR: Now what the hell is he doing here?
King: He's the General Manager, JR! He's allowed to be where he wants to be!
JR: Damnit, don't you think they've done enough so far?
Shane walks down the entrance ramp, and around the corner to the side of Doomsday. the referee forces everybody but Angle and Jericho out of the ring. Shane high fives his guys from the outside, causing the referee to warn him not to get involved. Shane throws his arms up in innocence. Angle and Jericho close the distance, and tie up in the middle of the ring. Angle takes over with a standing headlock, before he pushes Jericho into the ropes. Jericho flies off with a big flying forearm, smacking Angle right in the middle of his head. Angle gets up and catches a spinning wheel kick. Angle struggles to his feet, and Jericho comes from behind and plants him with the one-handed bulldog. Jericho rushes off to the far ropes, springing off the middle one for the Lionsault, but Angle rolls out of the way, and Jericho lands with a thud. Both men get to there feet and Jericho rushes Angle, but Angle counters, tossing Jericho overhead in a belly to belly suplex. Angle picks Jericho up and throttles him with a european uppercut, pushing him into the corner. Once in the corner, a series of headbutts knock Jericho loopy. Angle turns Jericho around, and rams his shoulder into the small of Jerichos back. Angle picks Jericho up and places him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up after him, picks him up, and drops backwards with a Super Belly to Back Suplex! Angle lands hard on the back of his head, and crawls over and tags in Mr. Kennedy. Jericho tries to get to his feet, but is looking seriously weary. Mr. Kennedy picks him up, and drops him with a hangmans neckbreaker. Kennedy picks him up and grabs a leg, executing a dragon screw. Kennedy then delivers a series of kicks to Jerichos arms, before dropping an elbow right into his forehead.
JR: Kennedy is being absolutely ruthless here, really targeting every single aspect of Chris Jericho. His arms, legs, back, head, everything is a target.
King: Very smart wrestling JR, and very effective.
JR: I have to agree King, Jericho is being worn down here, and Doomsday can simply just try to outlast The Alliance now.
King: If the Alliance has any chance, they need to even these numbers up, sooner rather than later.
Mr. Kennedy picks Jericho up with a side slam backbreaker, as Jericho grabs his back in pain. Jericho reaches for his corner, but Kennedy gives him a quick boot to the mouth, cutting Jerichos lip. Kennedy picks Jericho up, dragging him over to the Doomsday corner, and drops him with a Spike DDT. Kennedy climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle, and mockingly screams and does the Jeff Hardy finger guns, as he flies off with the Kenton Bomb, connecting right into the gut of Jericho. Kennedy with the cover!
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JR: Oh wow King, Jericho barely got the shoulder up there..
King: He's just prolonging the inevitable I think. The numbers are too skewed, Doomsday is in control.
Kennedy in incensed, and drags Jericho to the turnbuckle, leaving his body resting against the 1st turnbuckle. Kennedy backs away, before charging in and blasting him in the face full force. Jericho gets up, and Kennedy sneaks in from behind with a clothesline to the back of his head. Kennedy grabs Chris Jerichos arm, and locks in an armbar. Kennedy reaches back, and tag in Batista, while still holding onto the arm of Chris Jericho. Batista steps into the ring, and locks on a figure four onto Jericho, as the referee forces Kennedy to release his arm. With the referees back turned, Jericho pokes Batista in the eye, and The Animal releases the hold, while clutching his face in pain. Jericho crawls to his corner, but Batista heaves him to his feet, and picks him up in a double choke lift. Jericho throws his legs on top of Batista, going for a victory roll, but Batista counters into an Electric Chair drop!
JR: Jericho HAS to get a tag to stand any chance here.
Batista picks Jericho up and rifles him into the ropes, before catching him with a big boot. Jericho falls to the ground, clearly out of it. The Animal picks him up and delivers an unbelievable spinebuster! Batista hooks the leg, for the cover!
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Finlay breaks it up. Batista takes a wild swing at Finlay but Finlay ducks, and Michaels comes out of nowhere with Sweet Chin Music! Angle and Burke rush The Alliance members, and take them to the outside, as Jericho crawls to a corner with nobody in it. Batista shakes the cobwebs, as Mr. Kennedy calls for the tag, but Batista waves him off. Jericho is at his corner, but there's nobody to tag, when suddenly Finlay hops up to the apron, and Jericho tags him in. Finlay rushes at Batista and drops him with a short arm lariat. Finlay uses all the strength his old irish bones can muster, and heaves Batista into a gutwrench suplex! Batista tries to sit up, but Finlay rushes in with a big boot, knocking Batista hard, head first, into the canvas. Finlay picks Batista up, and shoves him into the corner. Finlay pulls Batista to the top rope, and follows him up, but Batista shoves him off! Batista then launches himself like a three hundred pound missile, with a gigantic flying tackle! Batista crawls over and tags in the A-Train! Train rushes at Finlay and connects with a brutal double inwards clothesline, smacking Finlay in both his ears. A-Train lifts Finlay onto his shoulders in a torture rack, as he transitions into an impressive neckbreaker! Finlay is looking down and out. A-Train rushes Finlay, but Finlay drops down and catches his legs in a drop toe hold, and A-Train smacks his nose against the mat. Finlay grabs his massive legs, and locks on an elevated Boston Crab! A-Train begins to scream in pain! Finlay releases the hold, spinning A-Train onto his back. Finlay lifts up a leg of A-Train and walks one of his legs around the other leg before dropping to a kneeling position. Finlay then reaches over and grabs A-Trains far leg and places it on top of the trapped foot, locking him in the Celtic Knot! A-Train is screaming in pain, as Finlay uses his free hands to reign down blows against the unprotected A-Train. Train screams, trying to get out, but it's no use, and he taps!
A-Train has been Eliminated (41:50)
JR: Finlay did it! He taps, he taps!
King: I can't believe he could pretzel up the giant A-Train!
JR: Alliance on the comeback trail here.
King: It's now 4-3 Doomsday!
JR: Here comes Kennedy!
Mr. Kennedy slides into the ring and rushes Finlay, but Finlay easily detangles himself from A-Train, and hits a double punch into the gut of Kennedy, doubling him over. Finlay hoists Kennedy onto his shoulders, in a firemans carry, and rolls through with the Finlay roll! Finlay with the cover.
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JR: Celtic Cross! Finlay with the cover, is it enough?!
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Batista breaks it up. He grabs Kennedy and drags him over to the Doomsday corner. Batista the steps through the ropes, tags Kennedy and steps back in. Finlay goes for a dropkick but Batista swats him aside in mid air, and Finlay lands hard on his hip. Batista picks him up into a standing vertical suplex, before turning it into a powerslam. Batista continues to wear down Finlay with the power game as he drops him with a spinning side slam. Batista picks up the weary Finlay, placing his head between his massive thighs. He lifts him up onto his shoulders, and as he falls to the mat, swings Finlay into the mat with unbelievable force!
King: Batista Bomb! It's over!
Batista shoot the leg, and goes for the cover.
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JR: My god, he kicked out, he kicked out!
King: How did he do that?!
JR: I have no idea!
Batista can't believe it, as Shane McMahon yells at the referee from ringside. Batista gets up, fuming, and yells at the referee, who retreats backwards into the corner for safety. Suddenly Batista goes down, as Finlay rolls him up!
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Batista has been Eliminated (44:10)
JR: MY GOD! FINLAY OUT OF NOWHERE
King: WHAT?!
JR: Batista can't believe it!
Finlay: NEITHER CAN I!
Batista holds his head as his eyes grow wide, having kicked out at just after three! He can't believe it, he's in total shock. Mr. Kennedy climbs into the ring, and lays a quick boot into the head of Finlay, flooring him once more. He picks Finlay up, hooks his leg, and nails the Mic Check. Batista turns around and grabs Kennedy by the arm, tossing him so that he'll face him. The cameras are in close, and Batista is incensed, so we can hear it word for word.
Batista: What the hell?! Where were you?
Kennedy just sort of shrugs, unsure what to do. Batista lifts him up into the air and delivers a thunderous spinebuster on Mr. Kennedy!
King: WHAT?!
Shane hops up onto the apron, and Batista, still incensed, runs in and spears Shane!
JR: Doomsday is exploding!
Batista rushes up to the corner, but Angle and Burke hop down off the ring apron. Finlay rolls over and tags in the outstretched hand of Chris Jericho. Jericho rushes in, hits the middle rope and delivers a Lionsault to the downed Kennedy. Jericho with the cover!
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King: WHAT!?
JR: The Animal has been unleashed alright! Unleashed all over Kennedy!
King: I can't believe this!
JR: I can! Batista and Kennedy haven't been on the same page for months, and it's exploded here tonight. In fact, Batista even saved Kennedy earlier in the night, but where was Kennedy when Batista needed him?
King: I'm sure he meant too, I mean, you can't just hit Shane! What's going on here?!
JR: What's going on is The Alliance leads for the first time all match, 3-2!
King: Noo, Poor Shane!
The referees force Batista to leave, which he does willingly as he looks down at the beaten Kennedy. Jericho stands tall in the ring, as Angle and Burke move back to there corner, deciding who will enter first. Burke steps through the ropes, locking his eyes onto Jericho. The two circle each other for a time, before Burke and Jericho lockup in the middle of the ring. Jericho locks on a headlock, which Burke counters into a belly to back suplex, but Jerichos pins out of that and locks in a waistlock hold, while Burke swings behind him and locks in an abdominal stretch. Jericho hip tosses Burke off before he can lock in the hold, and Burke lands with a thud, as the fans cheer the impressive wrestling ability of both. Burke springs back to his feet and knocks Jericho down with a running, leaping clothesline. Jericho gets up and meets a leaping shoulder tackle. Angle cheers Burke on, and Burke points to Angle. He grabs Jericho by the waist, and executes three rolling German Suplexes. Burke with the cover.
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Jericho rolls over, pinning Burke.
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Jericho kicks out.
JR: Some great technical wrestling here, King.
Burke is the first to his feet, and catches with a big punch to the jaw. Burke pounds on Jericho with some serious punching combinations to the body, as Jericho more or less turtles to protect himself. Burke grabs Jerichos head and locks it in, executing a vertical suplex, before picking him up into a belly to back suplex. Burke picks him up once more, tossing him into the corner, and follows him in with a stinger splash. Burke then tosses him into the far turnbuckle, and rushes in for another splash, but Jericho plants his hands on the top turnbuckle and throws his momentum upwards and backwards, and lands in behind Burke as he splashes the buckle. Jericho leaps up and hits a dropkick to the back of Burkes head. Jericho then springs off the nearby ropes and dropkicks Angle off the ring apron. Jericho rushes back to the corner, and lifts Burke on top of it. Jericho then climbs all the way to the top rope, using Burke to stabilize himself, before leaping upwards and grabbing Burkes head with his thighs, and planting him with the Jericho Spike, a top rope hurricanrana! Jericho rushes over and tags in Michaels, before running to the far side of the ring, using the ropes to springboard into a plancha onto Angle on the outside!
JR: Jericho throwing caution to the wind!
King: and tagging in Michaels!
JR: They both want to win King, it's as simple as that.
Michaels comes in a house afire, lighting Burke up with chops. Angle and Jericho are going at it at ringside, as Angle lifts Jericho up and he lands hard on the Warzone announce table. The referee is distracted, as Shane rolls into the ring and DDT's Michaels. Finlay chases him to the outside, as Burke drapes an arm over Michaels. The referee finally turns around, as Angle crawls back to his corner, and makes the count.
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Michaels kicks out. Ric Flair comes down the entrance ramp, as Finlay is chasing Shane up the ramp, and Flair cuts him off with a chopblock! Flair begins putting the boots to Shane, as the crowd screams in delight. Finlay returns to his corner as Burke gets to his feet. Burke grabs Michaels and tosses him into the ropes, and as Shawn springs off Burke launches him overhead in a back body drop. Burke picks Shawn up and executes a textbook samoan drop. Burke throws Michaels into a turnbuckle, and Michaels crashes in chest first. Elijah lowers his kneepads, slapping his knees, signaling the Elijah Express is on deck.
King: All Aboard!
JR: This could be the end!
King: You can count on it!
Elijah rushes in at full steam, but Michaels turns around and jumps on him with a lou thesz press! Michaels hammers down at the jolted Burke, with right after right. Michaels gets to his feet and runs to the far ropes, charging at Burke, and nails a flying forearm smash. Michaels kip's up, and the crowd goes berserk! Michaels goes to the corner, and begins to stomp for Sweet Chin Music. Burke slowly gets to his feet and Michaels swoops in like a bird of prey, but Burke ducks and sweeps the leg, and Michaels crashes to the mat. Michaels is quickly back up, and Burke catches a pair of boots in his face for the trouble, as Michaels hits a dropkick. Michaels rushes against the ropes once more, catching Burke with a big crossbody block! Michaels scampers to his feet, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Michaels gives both Angle and Burke a crotchchop, before flying off with a huge elbow drop, right to the sternum of Burke! Michaels with the cover!
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Elijah just manages to roll a shoulder up. Michaels picks him up and drops him with a scoop slam. Michaels steps back, creating distance, as Burke gets to his feet. Michaels rushes in for a clothesline, but Burke maneuvers out of it, grabs Michaels by the back of the head and tosses him over the top rope. Burke turns and falls to his knees, out of energy, as Michaels grabs the top rope before flying overhead. He then proceeds to skin the cat, throwing his momentum upwards as he reenters the ring. Angle yells to Burke to turn around, and Burke turns right into a vicious Michaels diving clothesline. Michaels picks Burke up and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. He then tags in Finlay, and as Finlay enters, Michaels pulls Burke to his feet. Michaels whips Burke into Finlay and Finlay hits an inverted atomic drop. Michaels comes up from behind with an Atomic Drop on Burke. Finlay then picks Burke up and plants him with a powerbomb. Finlay picks him up once more, and Burke lands on the top of his head with a piledriver. Finlay with the cover.
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JR: Love him or hate him, and a lot of people feel different ways about him, but Elijah Burke is a fighter and a warrior.
King: That's why Doomsday recruited him in the first place!
JR: Can't blame them for that. Sting and Finlay have both seemed to actually like Burke, but have been put off by his brash attitude at times, referring to him as Kurt Angle lackey, or protege.
Burke reaches out for his corner, but FInlay instead grabs him by the air, and lifts him to his feet. Burke counters and drops Finlay with an STO! Both men are down, as Burke crawls for his corner, but Finlay stops him with an elbow to the back. Finlay grabs his fingers and bends them backwards, as Burke screams. Finlay reaches into his mouth, and hooks the corner, pulling Burke around into a vicious left hand. The two are brawling on there hands and knees now! Both men get to a knee, and continue to trade punch for punch. Finally Finlay gets the upper hand, He drags Burke to his feet and tosses him over his shoulder for the Celtic Cross, but Burke slides off his back and locks in an arm wrench forward Russian Leg Sweep!
King: That's the Elijah Experience!
Burke with the lax cover...
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Finlay has been Eliminated (56:09)
JR: What a counter!
King: And it's two to two, Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels vs Kurt Angle and Elijah Burke!
JR: I still gotta like The Alliances chances! Jericho and Michaels are working great together!
King: And I'm not going to bet against the two men with the two longest championship reigns in ETW history!
Burke rolls over quickly and tags in Angle. Jericho steps through the ropes, and the two circle each other. Jericho rushes in with a kick to the gut, before quickly Double Underhooking Angle and planting him with a powerbomb. Angle sweeps the legs of Jericho from his back, as Jericho drops to the mat. Angle shoots over the downed Jericho, and latches on a Crossface! Jericho is screaming in pain! He tries to push the locked arms of Kurt Angle off his face, but can't. Jericho reaches for the ropes, but he's feet away! With nothing left to lose, and moments from being forced to tap out, Jericho rolls over and puts Angle on his back, pinning him!
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Angle releases the hold and kicks out, before he locks on a body scissors. Angle reaches up and locks in the sleeper, but Jericho pushes his arms back and manages to roll Angle off of him. Angle gets to his feet and locks Jericho in a bear hug. Angle pushes forward, knocking Jericho down, and lock in an STS submission hold. Jerichos legs are tied up as his Face is being pulled into his back, and he's got nowhere to go! Angle releases the leg portion of the STS, before locking his arms around the waist of Jericho and rolling through backwards before delivering a bridging German Suplex! Angle holds it for the cover!
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Jericho kicks out. Angle is the first to his feet, grabs Jericho and locks his leg, throwing him overhead in a fishermans suplex for the pin!
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Jericho again squirms out. Angle picks Jericho up for another throw, but Jericho latches onto Kurt's right arm, and turns it into an armbar! Jericho pushes down on the bar, forcing Angle first to his knees, and then his belly. Jericho pulls up on it, before he rolls over Angle and locks in a crossface of his own! Jericho moves his feet backwards, and quickly releases the hold as he grabs Angles legs, locking in the Walls of Jericho!
JR: This is it!
King: No Kurt, get out of it!
Kurt squirms in pain, but has noway out. He presses up in a situp, but Jericho won't allow it, dropping the knee into the small of his back for a switch to the Liontamer! Burke rushes in to save Angle, and Jericho releases the hold, before connecting with a vicious knife edge chop to Burke. A series of chops follow, before Jericho hits the codebreaker on Burke! Angle is getting up and Jericho comes in from behind and locks in a fullnelson, before dropping him with the breakdown! Jericho with the cover!
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King: Look at that fighting spirit!
Jericho can't believe it, and Michaels calls for a faster count. We see Ric Flair smashing his hands on the mat, cheering them on, as we get an image of a very beaten up Shane still out on the entrance ramp, bleeding from his nose. Jericho picks Angle up, and goes for the codebreaker, but Angle grabs the ring ropes and holds on and Jericho lands hard on the back of his head. Angle crawls to his corner, but Burke is still down. Jericho crawls after him, eventually getting to his feet and stopping Angle with a running boot to the back of the head. Jericho hoists Angle up, and Burke tags in Angles back, but Jericho doesn't notice! Jericho throws Angle into the far turnbuckle, and follows him in with a leaping kick to the back of Angles head, dropping Angle to his knees. Jericho gets up, but Burke bowls him over from behind with the Elijah Express! Burke with the cover!
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Chris Jericho has been Eliminated (61:45)
JR: Burke out of nowhere!
King: Our Guiding Light is here!
Michaels slides into the ring and begins to pepper Burke with rights and lefts. Chris Jericho slides out of the far side of the ring. Michaels kicks Burke but Burke catches his leg, Michaels uses this to his advantage, pelting Burke with an enzuguri. Burke drops to his knees, as Angle rushes at Michaels only to receive a back body drop for his trouble. Suddenly Chris Jericho slides into the ring with a chair, and smashes Burke on top of his head! He turns and destroys Kurt Angle with a shockingly violent chair shot. The referee tries to pry the weapon from Jerichos hand, so Jericho gives the referee and chair assisted codebreaker! Michaels goes up to Jericho to calm him down, and Jericho gazes into his eyes. Jericho tosses the chair to the side, and says he's sorry. Michaels turns to check on the ref, and Jericho drops behind him and hits the lowblow on Michaels!
JR: No Chris! No!
King: I knew it! I knew it!
Ric Flair slides into the ring and Jericho smashes him with a codebreaker of his own! Michaels is holding himself in pain, as Jericho pulls him to his feet. Jericho says something, too quietly for us all the to hear, as he drops him with a codebreaker! Michaels is trying to will himself up, as Jericho measures him yet again! Micahels pulls himself up the ropes, as Chris Jericho swoops in and delivers a sweet chin music, sending Michaels flying to the outside!
JR: This is a mugging, plain and simple!
King: You said it earlier, and I'm saying it now JR, The Alliance is exploding!
JR: After all this time, after there talk about both being for The Alliance, Chris Jericho has shown his true colours and is beating Michaels into a bloody pulp!
King: I gotta admit, this isn't how I wanted this to end. Chris Jericho is handing this match to Doomsday!
Jericho follows Michaels to the outside. Burke and Angle are still down inside the ring. Jericho grabs the back of Michaels head, and slams him into the ringpost, opening a deep cut on Michaels forehead, near the hairline. Jericho drags him over to the steel ring steps, and smashes him headifrst into this, as sweat and hair fly everywhere. Jericho picks Michaels up and rolls him into the ring. Angle and Burke are both down in the Doomsday corner, as a bloody Michaels tries to rise to his feet. He's completely exhausted, battered, broken and beaten. Michaels is leaning against Jericho, and Jericho slowly sidesteps him and Michaels slowly falls to a knee, and then onto his back. As Michaels face rubs against Jerichos chest, a trail of blood is left across his chest. Jericho looks down at the helpless Michaels, before touching his chest, and covering his hands in the blood of Michaels.
JR: The blood is on your hands, you monster! Damn you Chris Jericho!
Jericho looks down with a vicious little smile, admiring his handiwork, as he slides out of the ring. Angle slides out of the ring, and tags in off of Burkes back, before rushing up for the cover. One...two...three... the fans count along, but theres no referee! Shane tries to shake the referee from his slumber, which he eventually does. The referee crawls over, with a horribly methodical count.
JR: Not this way!
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NO! the referee's hand hit the mat, but Michaels kicked out JUST in time!
JR: Oh my god, oh my god, HE DID IT! HE DID IT!
King: WWHHHAAATTT!?!?!?
JR: I can't believe it!
Angle is shocked, floored. Chris Jericho, who had been backing up the ramp with a smile on his face, starts walking back down with a scowl from ear to ear. Angle picks Michaels up, and Michaels kicks into his nineteenth wind, sliding behind Angle and giving him an Angle Slam! Michaels gets back up to a knee when Jericho flattens him with another boot to the face. The referee tries to get Jericho out of the ring, but Jericho shoots him a look and the referee backs WAY off.
King: No Disqualification, he's not in the match anymore, and even if he were, they're supposed to be on the same team! Chris Jericho has come to finish the job.
Shawn Michaels is on his knees, as Jericho punches downwards, opening up the gash into a full blown rupture. Jericho sets up for the one punch that will end it all, as a wave of sadness hits Michaels eyes.
King: This is the end of HBK
JR: Wait, WHAT THE?!
Elijah Burke comes up from behind, hooks Jericho and sweeps his legs, dropping him with the Elijah Experience! Jericho lands in a heap, as the crowd is in a stunned silence. Angle slowly gets to his feet, and shoves Burke.
Angle: What the hell are you doing?
Burke: Not that way, let's beat him fair.
Angle: Fine, you do it!
Angle walks back to his corner, and forces Burke to slip through the ropes. Angle tags him on the chest and walks to the outside, leaving Burke alone in the ring with Michaels. Michaels struggles to his feet, and Burke gives him some distance.
King: What the hell is he doing?
JR: Being a class act King, that's what he's doing.
King: But why? Why turn on Doomsday?!
JR: He wants to win, he wants to do it fair. I don't think he's turning, he's not hitting Angle, or Shane, or costing them this matchup, he's acting with his concience and his soul.
Michaels struggles upwards, back to a vertical base, and tries to shake the cobwebs. His face is a real mess. Burke and Michaels circle each other, as event staff removes Chris Jericho from the ring. Shane and Flair are both down on the outside. Burke and Michaels lock up, and Burke takes him down into a headlock. Michaels is too slippery, literally, as the blood and sweat allow him to get out of the hold. Michaels pushes Burke backwards, off of him, creating enough distance to land a Sweet Chin Music!
JR: Sweet Chin Music!
King: He's too tired to make the cover!
Michaels tries to make a cover, but he simply doesn't have the energy. By the time Michaels pulls himself up off the mat, Burke is starting to show signs of life. Burke throws a wild clothesline and Michaels ducks it, scooping him up into a ribbreaker. As Burke struggles to his feet, Michaels smashes Burkes shin on his knee, with a textbook shinbreaker. Burke is down and Michaels rolls him over, grabbing his leg, lifting it into the air, and smashing it into the ground knee first. Michaels repeats this two more times, for added effected. He grabs Burkes leg and places it on the second rope, jumping up and sandwiching leg between rope and body, as Burke cries out in pain. Michaels grabs both of Burkes legs, and drags him to the middle of the ring, where he slaps on the figure four!
JR: Figure Four!
King: OH NO!
Burke tries to get out of it, but it's no use! He reaches for the ropes in all directions, but theres nothing to grab! Burke uses all his strength to roll Michaels over, flipping the figure four and reversing the pressure, but Michaels rolls through and the figure four remains! Burke has no choice, he taps out!
Elijah Burke has been Eliminated (69:58)
JR: It's one on one, Captain versus Captain!
King: I can't believe it! Doomsday was up five to three! They had all the size and strength advantages! How did it come to this, how did we get to here?!
JR: Doomsday may be stronger, but the Alliance has more heart, King, and heart has taken us to here!
King: We're just over 70 minutes in now JR, the conditioning of these two men is fantastic!
We see Kurt Angle on the ring apron, in total shock. Michaels struggles to his feet, as the sweat and blood pours from seemingly everywhere. Angle slowly, tentatively, steps through the ropes. Michaels waves him on, and the two slowly circle each other. The crowd is in a frenzy.
JR: This is it, what everybody came to see, you can feel it in the air King, the electricity.
King: You've got that right, JR! This has had that big match feel all along, and it has delivered with a few big surprises, but right now, you can just feel the tention in the air. Angle vs Michaels, who's going to win?
Angle rushes at Michaels with a clothesline, but Michaels ducks and pops up behind Angle, lifting him into a back suplex. Angle pops up into a series of knife edge chops, each followed by a loud "WOOOOOO". Michaels picks Angle up, slides in behind him and lifts him high into the sky, before dropping him with the teardrop suplex. Michaels drops down beside him and locks on a crossface! Angle is screaming in pain, trying to push Michaels hands of of him. Angle reaches for the ropes, breaking the hold. Michaels drags him into the middle of the ring, and locks on the figure four! Angle grabs Michaels legs, and locks in an Ankle Lock!
King: woah, what the?! A Double Submission! Who's gonna tap first?!
Angle and Michaels scream, as they stare into each others eyes! Michaels begins firing right hands into Angle head, as Angle tweaks up on the hold. Michaels continues to hit Angle in the head, and Angle begins to loosen his hold, before Michaels finally smashes him enough to make him recoil in pain. Angle falls backwards, and grabs the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold once more. Angle stumbles to his feet, and Michaels rushes him, clotheslining him over the top. Michaels steps to the outside, and as Angle makes his way to his feet, springs off of the middle rope with the Asai Moonsault, connecting chest to chest on Angle!
JR: What a move by HBK!
King: Angle is in trouble here!
Michaels picks Angle up, placing his head between his thighs, and plants him with a Jumping Piledriver on the outside! Michaels picks Angle up, and rolls him onto the Spanish announce table. Michaels walks up the ring steps, crawling to the top rope, and flies off with a giant elbow drop, but Angle just rolls out of the way and Michaels and Michaels flies through the table!
JR: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! SHAWN MICHAELS JUST TOOK A BIG CHANCE AND CAME UP SNAKE EYES! This could be the moment that costs The Alliance the match!
Michaels rolls around in pain, as Angle is more or less out on the outside. The referee checks both men, as Angle slowly starts to move. Michaels rolls over and is holding his ribs, as the anguish and pain is evident on his face. Angle crawls to the ring, pulling himself up on the apron, as he rolls inside. The referee follows Angle in, and begins to count Shawn out.
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Michaels rolls into the ring, stopping the count! Angle is only up to a knee inside the ring, as Michaels gets to a knee too, and the two, struggling to breathe, sweat everywhere, Michaels with the crimson mask in a moment of clarity.
JR: I don't think anybody is questioning the loyalty of Kurt Angle now!
King: Indeed they aren't, he's pouring his heart and soul out here for us to see.
They both get to there feet and Michaels rushes Angle, and Angle tosses him overhead in a release Belly to belly, and Michaels flips in the air landing over on his front! Angle picks Michaels up and locks in a belly to back suplex, tossing him hard to the canvas. Angle gets to his feet, ripping down the straps of his singlet, as Michaels struggles to his feet. Angle is pumped, and flies in behind Michaels with an Angle Slam!
JR: Angle Slam!
Angle with the cover!
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JR: What will it take?! What will it take to win this godforsaken match?!
King: I don't have a damned clue...
Angle gets to his feet, and grabs Shawns Ankle, locking him in the Ankle lock, but Shawn rolls through and Angle gets tossed overhead. Angle gets up and walks right into Sweet Chin Music!
JR: Sweet Chin Music by the Heartbreak Kid!
King: But no cover! NO COVER! He's too tired, to drained!
Both men slowly get to there feet, and Angle walks up to Michaels as Michaels connects with another Sweet Chin Music! Angle drops like a ton of bricks, and Michaels quickly rolls him up into the cover!
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King: I can't believe it! Two Sweet Chin Music's aren't enough!
JR: Neither can I! This is unbelievable!
King: Both these men have given it everything in there bodies, in there souls! Neither man will surrender!
JR: but three seconds, just three seconds, is all it will take!
Shane gets up on the ring apron, and Michaels bashes him in the head with a straight right. Flair comes running around and gives a big shot to the back of Shanes knee, and Shane crumples down to the outside. Michaels is looking down at Flair as Angle rolls him up!
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Kurt Angle has been Eliminated (81:43)
JR: He's done it! Michaels has done it!
King: Michaels has perservered!
Soul Survivor - Shawn Michaels (81:43)
Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of this match, by a score of Five to Four, TEAM ALLIANCE! The Soul Survivor of the match was the Alliance Team Captain, 'The Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels! As a result of this matchup, Ric Flair is the new Co-General Manager of Warzone!
Winners: Defeating Doomsday 5-4, THE ALLIANCE!
JR: Despite it all, betrayal, heartache, a brutal beating at the hands of Chris Jericho, all the blood, all the sweat, Shawn Michaels has done it!
King: He gave it his all JR! Look, he's too weak to stand!
EMT's and medical personnel bombard the ring, decending on Michaels and Angle.
Angle rolls out of the ring, holding his head, as Ric Flair rolls in and helps Michaels to his feet. Flair embraces Michaels, as blood drips onto his suave Armani Suit. Flair turns to the crowd and lifts up the arm of Shawn Michaels as the crowd explodes in jubilation!
JR: My god I still can't believe it! What a match! WHAT A MATCH!
Flair is strutting in the ring as Michaels lets out a laugh, before gripping his ribs in pain. Michaels is using the ringropes for support of his bad ankle. Flair bends down onto his knees, and looks up at Michaels, saying "we're not worthy" before bowing down at his feet. Michaels picks him up, and the two embrace again. We see Kurt Angle at the top of the stage, covered in sweat, crying genuine tears, his face a mask of sadness, disappointment and emptiness. Michaels and Angle lock eyes one final time, before Angle hangs his head, and exits to the back. Confetti falls from the rooftop as Michaels hits a turnbuckle, posing for the fans.
JR: My god, what an ending to Survivor Series!
King: You got that right JR, We've seen some hellacious matches here tonight, and what a way to cap it all off, with Doomsday versus The Alliance!
JR: It was everything it was hyped up to be, and more. We saw the return of John Morrison, the dissolution of Batista and Kennedy, Finlay stepping up and delivering a superstar performance, Chris Jericho's betrayal, Burke trying to win it clean, and Angle and Michaels giving it all they've got. Doomsday is gone, as per the stipulation, but in reality, they would be gone even if they won. Batista and Kennedy have a score to settle, Burke looks like a changed man, and I'm not sure Kurt Angle's heart is in it anymore.
King: Very true JR, but what about The Alliance? They've lost Rob Van Dam, Stevie Richards and Sting to injuries. Chris Jericho betrayed them all, and CM Punk looks like a shadow of his former self. Michaels may have survived, and the history books may state that the Alliance won the day, but at what price? Will The Alliance exsist by warzone, just days from now? I don't know...
JR: Excellent point King. Who's to say where we go from here. What will Shane's revenge be, knowing he has to work with Ric Flair now? Where do we go, where do all these superstars go, from here? Who is aligned with who now? Who are your allies, who are your enemies? We have so many unanswered question. Some may think that this is an end of of an era, and it may very well be, but the future is bright, and who knows what awaits us? Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of Monday Night Heat and Friday Night's Main Event, me and Jerry 'The King' Lawler want to thank you for joining us here tonight, in this epic, epic, pay per view. What does the future hold? I guess we're going to have to find out! Goodnight Everybody!
