As Autumn days draw closer,
Bad blood boils freely,
The young pretender interfered,
Naitch takes it uncleanly,
Revenge was craved;
But gold took over.
After the restbite a cruel tale was told,
One match of two young guns courageous and bold,
Accompinied by fighters,
Legends at their tale,
A superkick giant,
Leaves the other lying frail.
Turning into the corner,
As advantage was taken,
Immatating an icon,
You are sadly mistaken,
One step too far,
Playing with the mind,
Driving in the foot,
Respect is hard to find.
A staredown of the times,
Revives a fueding torch,
A forthcoming battle,
Drive toward with full force.
There is a break between their meetings,
But the final part is plain,
Stating the willingness to put over,
Destroying the other man's refrain,
Youth is willing for this meeting,
Experience needs to come to hand,
They say that time can make no differance,
But age dosn't make you a man,
Qualities of which he owns,
Were shown in the clique's past,
A sentimental praising tone,
Nit something thats gonna last.
A viscous pinpoint reminder,
Pain develops waht we feel,
Consequences of our actions,
Lead up to the final ordeal.
The night is filled with action,
Pyros draw the tortured in,
A diificult act to follow,
Waiting time begins to thin.
A classic style endures,
The first round of nailing,
An aquaitance moving,
Keeps Orton prevailing,
Placement of the foot denies a deserved win,
Restarting the battle from what seemed a sure pin.
The momentum again built up,
Despite all Flair's attempts,
A secong bout of music played,
Ended Flair's defence.
Shawn is full of endeavour,
He wants to complete the rout,
A suplex looks the correct action,
But Naitch finally has his say in this bout.
Shades of metal built around the figure of the hand,
Leave a fallen ion crashing to the ground,
Defeated by heel actions,
The numbers game caught up,
Over your broken body,
The victors arm is raised up.
In recording you fell,
But you showed true grit,
Performances of that calibre are hard to measure,
Even Orton would admit.
The classic Clique style still has to impress,
Lesser talent you quickly compress,
Heel actions have to be stopped,
Looks like someones gotta,
Who better then Shawn Michaels, our very own showstoppa!
By: Trish