"The following contest is a extreme rules match where anything goes. It is for the Intercontinental championship and the number 1 contendership for the ECW championship! Introducing first, the challenger.."

Here's the weight of the world on my shoulders....

The music paused for a moment then wheel of fireworks went off around the titantron followed by a huge explosion.

Open up don't waste your days,
Find another way to live,
And face all your reasons here,
And blame all your restless fears

Cyrus came out on stage as For You by Fall of Envy played throughout the arena. He spun around as seven gold pyros went off on stage. He then started down the ramp at a casual pace, but he stopped half-way down the ramp and then walked to the side of the crowd barrier and gave the fans a few high fives. He then hopped onto the apron and entered the ring through the ropes. He ran up to the turnbuckle and hopped onto it. Then he motioned future gold being around his waist. He then hopped off of it and waited for Orton to come out.

I hear voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me

Randy Orton stepped through the entrance way, holding his IC title in his right hand, holding it up at the ramp as the golden sparkles rained down behind him. He then walked down to the ring where Cyrus stood, the title over his shoulder. Slowly approaching, Randy walked around the ring and to the time keeper's table, giving his title over to the time keeper. Randy then started to walk up the steps and got in the ring, passing Cyrus and walking to a corner, getting on the middle rope and raising his arms in the air with his signature taunt, getting booed. Orton just looked out at them and got down, looking back to Cyrus , 'Voices' slowly dying out.


Cyrus simply waited for the bell to ring, unsure if Orton had anything to say.

Orton just looked at Cyrus, then went for a slap to his face to start the bout as the bell rang.

Cyrus was slapped, he fell back a step but then jumped forward to go for a heavy right to Randy.

Randy was hit hard, backing up holding his jaw, staring accross the ring at Cyrus.

Cyrus motioned for Orton to bring it.

Randy charged at him, going for a strong lariat.

Cyrus was hit with the lariat and fell to the floor, but then rolled out of the ring as the crowd began to chant ,"Extreme, Extreme, Extreme!"

Randy got to his feet, knowing enough not to follow Cyrus out.

That was no problem for Cyrus, while the fans were still chanting Cyrus flipped up the apron and starting flinging out a few of the necessary, then finally dragged out a table. He finally stopped to look over at Randy, and then he did a funky legend killer pose.

Randy walked over to the ring and looked down at him. "Get in the ring!" he called out to him.

Cyrus shrugged and hopped onto the apron.

Randy backed up and let Cyrus get in the ring.

Cyrus slipped into the ring to confront Orton.

Randy would try and meet Cyrus with a european uppercut.

Cyrus was hit with the European uppercut, he stumbled to the side for a moment before falling over.

Randy would then go for a few stomps to Cyrus, smirking arrogantly.

Cyrus was hit with a few stomps, then he tried to roll out of the way.

Randy let him roll, watching him with a smirk, getting read to strike.

Cyrus quickly got back to his feet.

Randy would try and lock up with him when he got up, trying to get him in a seide headlock eventually.

Cyrus was forced into the side headlock.

Randy grinded his bicepts against Cyrus' ear, applying more pressure to the headlock.

Unexpectantly, Nuke Fusion was seen walking down the ramp. However, he didn't seem to be here to interfere, as he walked around the ring.
Walking over to the Announcer's table, he took a seat, and sat down.

Announcer A: "Hey, buddy, you're not supposed to be out here."
Nuke ignored the announcer, and started to watch the match.
A: "I think you should leave, or I'll call security. You've got no business out here!"
Announcer B: "I actually think he does have some righ-"
Nuke: "If you really wanted to know, I've been chosen as the other Number 1 Contender for the ECW Championship. Whoever wins this match goes on to face moi, so you can shut your face."
B: "Exactly what I was about to say. Don't worry, Nuke, he wont say another word.
Nuke: "I appreciate that. I wouldn't want his blood on my hands. I don't want to catch any diseases."

Cyrus slowly tried to adjust himself a bit, if successful he would try to pick Randy and slam him into the mat.

Randy was lifted in the air with the power of Cyrus and brought back down on the back of his head.

Cyrus spun around as the crowd cheered. He waited for Randy to get back to his feet.

Randy started to get up, looking around as he did.

As soon as Randy was getting up, Cyrus would grab his arm and try to whip him over the ropes.

Orton was tossed over the ropes and came down to the ground outside.

Cyrus slipped through the ropes and stood on the apron, he suddenly hopped onto the top rope and would go for a spring board moonsault into Orton.

Randy was caught with the moonsult and fell to the floor after Cyrus connected.

Cyrus got back to his feet and walked over to grab a trash can that he had thrown out of the apron earlier.

Randy was just starting to get up from the impact of the moonsault.

Cyrus walked towards Randy, as soon as Randy was on his feet Cyrus would try to put the trash can over Orton and go for a quick drop kick.

Randy was stagering as it is, then he was blinded as the can was placed over his head. With only the feeling of cold steel and the stench of the trash can, he took one step forward and was knocked down as the force of the dropkick had dented the can and knocked him off his axis, causing him to fall unprotected to the thin mat outside the ring. Orton, now confused and dizzy, started to try and get up but he could only roll around, slowly getting disloged from the can.

Cyrus got back to his feet as the crowd began to chant "Lets go Cyrus!" and he took another one of Randy's funky Legend Killer poses.

Randy faught to get the can removed from his torso and was able to free himself. He started to get up with the help of the apron, still a little out of it.

Cyrus walked over to Randy and went for direct punch to the face.

Randy was hit with the shot and backed up towards the metal turnbuckle, holding his face.

Cyrus walked forward and tried to whip Randy into the Barricade.


Randy was grabbed and whipped forward, running into, and then over, the barricade, landing back first on the concrete floor. the fans went nuts for Cyrus as the security held back the crowd.

Cyrus hopped over the barricade and tried to get Randy back to his feet.

Randy started to get to his feet, and he tried to get on the offence by going for a European uppercut.

Cyrus was hit with the Euro upper cut and fell back a few steps.

Randy tried to stay on the offence, going for a knee lift to the General Manager, trying to double him over.

Cyrus was hit with the knee lift and fell to the floor.

Randy got down to start picking up Cyrus, trying to get him locked in a front chancery. If he was able to get him in the chancery and lift him to his feet, Randy would grab the top of his tights and try and lift him in the air and let his feet dangle ontop of the baricade. Orton looked out at the crowd for a second before trying to deliver a DDT down to the concrete floor.

Cyrus's face hit the concrete hard, he rolled over holding his face in pain.

Orton would then simply roll Cyrus over and go for the pin. The ref was way out of position and had to rush over, giving Cyrus time, but was it enough?


As soon as the ref got over the crowd barrier he dropped for the count.
1!
2!
...
Cyrus threw up one of his shoulders just in the nick of time.

Randy looked angered by the kick out, not frusterated. Orton got to his feet, looking down at Cyrus. Randy went to stomp Cyrus' right shoulder, and would stomp around Cyrus's torso and legs in a full circle, targetting each joint.

After Randy stomped on his shoulder, Cyrus rolled out of the way to hopefully get out of the way.

Randy looked at Cyrus with a evil stare. Randy backed up a bit, causing the security to force everyone else back more. Orton waited for Cyrus toi start to get up.

Cyrus slowly stared to get up, a bit of blood now dripping from his forehead.

Randy saw Cyrus getting up and positioned himself, dashing towards him trying to catch him in the temple with a viscious kick.

Cyrus was hit with the powerful kick to the head and fell over onto his back, now out cold.

Randy got down on the ground, hooking Cyrus' outside leg and going for another cover.

1!
2!
3!

-Bing bing!-


I hear Voices in my head
They council me, they understand
They talk to me

As the bell sounded, the ref went to retrive Randy's Intercontinental championship.

Randy got to his feet, looking accross the baricade and to Nuke, smirking. He pointed at him, then to himself. Orton then looked down at Cyrus and smirked.He grabbed one of the chairs that the audience was previously occupying and set it down on the ground. He'd then roll Cyrus over on his stomach, placing his head on the steel chair. He would turn his back and grab a second chair, lifting it in the air slowly, then would bring it down for a malicious Con-Chair-To.

Nuke, seeing Orton not stopping, decided to take action. Sprinting over to the barricade, and jumping over, he went to kick Orton's leg, trying to take him down.

Randy saw Nuke comming and rather than have a rumble he tossed the chair in his hands at the feet of Fusion and made a break for it, shaking his head. "Next week Nuke...Next week!" he called out as he backed away through the crowd.