The following contest is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... from Brussels, Belgium, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... Phillip... Phillips!
Not even a second into Phillip Phillip's entrance music, the crowd erupted in cheers that drowned out Nothing. Phillip couldn't help but grin at the crowd's enthusiasm as he sprinted down the ramp, outstretching both his hands as he swerved from left to right in attempt to high-five the crowd's hands. Today, Phillip was wearing a singlet donned in a multicolored, abstract pattern with the usual black elbow pads, knee pads, and boots. After making it to the ring, he jumped up to the apron and violently shook the rope before jumping over it and dashing up to the top rope. He shouted a war cry of sorts as he held his arms out to the side, then jumped off before doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As he awaited Cody Rhodes' entrance, he sat on the top rope and stretched.
Phillip slowly advanced towards Cody Rhodes, although occasionally recoiling along the way to avoid any unexpected attacks. Once he neared Rhodes, he held up his open hand, fingers curled, signaling for a lock up.
Phillip was a bit groggy, but somehow managed to notice Cody Rhodes going up top for a crossbody. Rhodes flew off the top rope, but Phillip quickly caught him in his arms, and... swinging side slam! What a counter! Phillip wasted no time, quickly going for the cover on Rhodes.
Phillip pushed Cody off of him after a flurry of punches, since Brock Lesnar was seemingly oblivious to the attack. Cody lifted Phillip up, then irish whipped him into the turnbuckle. Phillip rolled out of the way, causing Cody to miss a body avalanche and crash rib-first into the turnbuckle. Phillip slipped behind Cody then grabbed him by the waist, swung around and pulled him over the ropes for a tarantula. Lesnar counted the hold, since it was technically a rope break.
1... 2... 3... 4...
Phillip let go of Cody and rolled back into the ring from the apron a spilt second before the five count.
Cody then spit out a bunch of blood onto the mat, but pulled out a clipboard from the side of the ring, as Lesnar looked off into the crowd, and smacked P2 in the face with it, but he couldn't capitalize since he rolled to the side in immense pain, coughing out tons of blood..
Phillip stared at Rhodes, grinning sadistically at his pain. Cody rolled out of the ring to regain stamina, leaning against the barricade for support. However, it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, for Phillip quickly rebounded off the ropes then flew out through the second rope, performing a suicide dive that rammed Cody in the ribs and sent him tumbling over the barricade.
Ding ding ding! Here's your winner... Phillip... Phillips! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZwFkmAc4_o#t=3m21s
Phillip grinned. He turned towards the crowd and raised his arms in victory, until his eyes locked on the International Championship. He would now have a rematch for it. He grinned, and the crowd knew what he was thinking.
Brock Lesnar then attacked Phil from behind, nailing the f5, then ramming his shoulder into the ring post.
Cody looked at Lesnar and nodded, and Lesnar powerbombed Phil from the ring, over the ropes into the announce table.
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Subject: Re: Phillip Phillips vs. Cody Rhodes Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:37 pm
Cross ran out and kicked Rhodes in the back of the head, and turned towards Brock Lesnar. He hit Brock with the Brass Knuckles he had on his hands, and when he went down, spit Poison Mist in his eyes, He grabbed Phil and pulled him into the back.
