EDIT: Here's their challenge promo.
Sex Pistols
Seek & Destroy!!!
The green pyro shot out of the ground as Jason and James hit the stage
Both wore the aviator shades, and the black leather jackets.
Jason wore jeans, whilst James wore his lips and pistol ring tights.
They made they're way down to the ring, high fiving some of the fans as they slid into the ring.
Jason circled around to grab a microphone, as James lifted onto the second rope, shooting off his fingers and blowing a kiss to one of the ladies holding a 'Sex drive[r]' sign. Jason waited for james to meet him near the middle before he would speak.
"Cabana...Punk..." the crowd silenced. "Great match at Vengeance" the crowd burst into a cheer, knowing they would want a rematch. "so you'd be the guys to know...We're challenging you for those titles..." Jason looked to james. "In our style of match." The crowd again silences as Jason stepped forward. "We'll drop back to the 70's here, we want you guys in a hawnky tonk' Ride'm cowboy match...punk style."
Jason pointed to the jumbotron:
The jumbotron lit up, showing a barn. a loud noise could be heard, rumbling inside. and with it came a bull horn sounding off, as a Semi pulled out. attached to the Semi was a large trailer with hay in the four corners, some stacked high enough that you could climb to the top. The Semi-truck pulled forward, showing a metal post hanging at the one side, blocked off by a hay barrier, supported by thin wood. the sign read 'Titles here' of course during the match the truck would be moving, lowering accuracy when going for those titles.
Sitting on the back fender, with a guitar strap around neck, the black axe hanging around his neck, was indeed james. shooting off his fingers as the video died.
The green pyro shot out of the ground as Jason and James hit the stage
Both wore the aviator shades, and the black leather jackets.
Jason wore jeans, whilst James wore his lips and pistol ring tights.
They made they're way down to the ring, high fiving some of the fans as they slid into the ring.
Jason circled around to grab a microphone, as James lifted onto the second rope, shooting off his fingers and blowing a kiss to one of the ladies holding a 'Sex drive[r]' sign. Jason waited for james to meet him near the middle before he would speak.
"Cabana...Punk..." the crowd silenced. "Great match at Vengeance" the crowd burst into a cheer, knowing they would want a rematch. "so you'd be the guys to know...We're challenging you for those titles..." Jason looked to james. "In our style of match." The crowd again silences as Jason stepped forward. "We'll drop back to the 70's here, we want you guys in a hawnky tonk' Ride'm cowboy match...punk style."
Jason pointed to the jumbotron:
The jumbotron lit up, showing a barn. a loud noise could be heard, rumbling inside. and with it came a bull horn sounding off, as a Semi pulled out. attached to the Semi was a large trailer with hay in the four corners, some stacked high enough that you could climb to the top. The Semi-truck pulled forward, showing a metal post hanging at the one side, blocked off by a hay barrier, supported by thin wood. the sign read 'Titles here' of course during the match the truck would be moving, lowering accuracy when going for those titles.
Sitting on the back fender, with a guitar strap around neck, the black axe hanging around his neck, was indeed james. shooting off his fingers as the video died.
Second City Saints
CM Punk and Colt Cabana could be seen on the jumbotron screen, holding their title belts over their shoulders. When they came on, the crowd erupted for the World Tag Team Champions.
"Jason, James... You guys certainly gave us a run for our money at Vengence, being the only other team in there that actually could vie for the titles, no offense to Kennedy and Helms... But anyways, that was just another five star performance from The Second City Saints, and the crowd can definitely expect many more from the Tag Team Champions."
Punk stopped talking as the crowd roared.
"But, we just defeated you, to retain our titles... So, why should we face you again, when we will just humiliate you in your own style of match?"
Punk went silent again, giving the crowd a chance to ponder.
"Oh yeah... To prove that we are the greatest tag team the WWE has ever seen... Which we are. So, you want us in a Ride'm Cowboy Match? The fans, want to see The Sex Pistols, take on me, CM Punk, and my friend Colt Cabana?"
Tyler stopped as the crowd's noise got out of control, and they started chanting 'Match of the Year!'.
"Well... You're gonna have to wait until the next Pay Per View..."
The crowd booed at the proposal that they wouldn't get to see these two teams go at it tonight!
"But I'll tell you what... At WWE's next Pay Per View, It will be, The Sex Pistols, against CM Punk and Colt Cabana in a Ride'm Cowboy Match! And we will defeat you, and tell 'em why Colt!"
Colt Cabana, who was off camera for most of the time Punk was talking, came back into view wearing a cowboy hat and with two toy cap guns in each hand. He fired off the cap guns a couple times, before spinning them on his fingers and placing them into his holsters he had on over his pants.
"Yee haw Punk! We will remain the tag team champions, because we are Windy City Warriors! Straight Edge Destroyers! We are the Second City Saints!"
Cabana took out the cap guns and shot them as he walked off camera and Punk began talking again.
"And that alone, means that we... Are better than you."
The Jumbotron screen went black as the crowd erupted.
"Jason, James... You guys certainly gave us a run for our money at Vengence, being the only other team in there that actually could vie for the titles, no offense to Kennedy and Helms... But anyways, that was just another five star performance from The Second City Saints, and the crowd can definitely expect many more from the Tag Team Champions."
Punk stopped talking as the crowd roared.
"But, we just defeated you, to retain our titles... So, why should we face you again, when we will just humiliate you in your own style of match?"
Punk went silent again, giving the crowd a chance to ponder.
"Oh yeah... To prove that we are the greatest tag team the WWE has ever seen... Which we are. So, you want us in a Ride'm Cowboy Match? The fans, want to see The Sex Pistols, take on me, CM Punk, and my friend Colt Cabana?"
Tyler stopped as the crowd's noise got out of control, and they started chanting 'Match of the Year!'.
"Well... You're gonna have to wait until the next Pay Per View..."
The crowd booed at the proposal that they wouldn't get to see these two teams go at it tonight!
"But I'll tell you what... At WWE's next Pay Per View, It will be, The Sex Pistols, against CM Punk and Colt Cabana in a Ride'm Cowboy Match! And we will defeat you, and tell 'em why Colt!"
Colt Cabana, who was off camera for most of the time Punk was talking, came back into view wearing a cowboy hat and with two toy cap guns in each hand. He fired off the cap guns a couple times, before spinning them on his fingers and placing them into his holsters he had on over his pants.
"Yee haw Punk! We will remain the tag team champions, because we are Windy City Warriors! Straight Edge Destroyers! We are the Second City Saints!"
Cabana took out the cap guns and shot them as he walked off camera and Punk began talking again.
"And that alone, means that we... Are better than you."
The Jumbotron screen went black as the crowd erupted.
