Post by DM on Apr 11, 2010 23:35:37 GMT
The show opens up with it's usual pyro and them blaring the theme music as we're pulled into our announce team.
"The fans are packed and the aura is jacked I must say, welcome to Spring Stampede. To my left my partner in crime Jesse Ventura."
"What can I say that it's been a year and we have arrived, tonight we have jam packed matches and I have a feeling that Jeff Hardy tonight, is going down in flames."
"With that in mind lets take it to Mr. Roberts for the opening bout."
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is the Number One Contendership Match for the Tag Team Titles."
[Play Out Priceless]
Priceless came down for commontary, sitting down next to Grish and Jesse, holding their titles as they wanted first hand sight on scene.
[Play out Teams]
The match was on as Hurricane stood nose to nose with Bambam, pushing him a bit only to be pushed back hard from Bambam to the corner. Hurricane moved up and asked for a greco roman as Bambam woudl lock with him. Obviously Bambam was stronger but Hurricane leapt up, catching him with his legs and tossed him to the corner. Hurricane ran fast, trying to drop him with a school boy as Bambam caught his footing, punching him in the head and pulled him to his feet, tossing him hard to the ropes. Hurricane was tossed into the air but countered with a dropkick, knocking Bambam to the ropes and ran for a cross body getting tossed over. Hurricane held on, quickly climbing the top rope and missile dropkicking him in the back of the head.
Bambam would stumble, accidentally tagging out and tagging in Malenko whom entered the ring, moving around with Hurricane. Malenko made sport of him though Hurricane would fight back, eventually catching Malenko with a monkey flip, tagging in Burchill whom jumped in. Burchill placed Hurricane on his shoudlers and woudl toss him like a dart right into Malenko, Hurricane rolling out of the ring as Burchill went for the pin but Benoit stopped it to keep their team alive.
Burchill pulled him to his feet, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a flapjack, a spinning back suplex then clotheslined him out of the ring, taking a chance and saulted over the ropes, crashing down below. Burchill got a loud roar as he tossed Malenko into the ring, setting him up for the C4 but was quickly knocked off as Malenko locked up and swept him down, going for the Clover Leaf as Hurricane broke it up. Malenko would push him to the corner, chopping across his chest and quickly pulled away as Burchill charged and crashed into Hurricane, quickly rolled up Burchil for three as they were eliminated from the match.
Malenko rose and turned right into Vader whom dropped him with a huge belly to bell suplex, bouncing off of the ropes, splashing down upon him. He would pull him to his feet, picking him up for a gorilla press, dropping him down and bashed him into the corner, punching at him until Malenko stumbled getting placed into a suplex then a release german suplex, nearly bending him backwards as he went for the cover but Malenko kicked out at two. Vader pushed him to the corner, punching along him again, tagging in Bambam whom rammed his shoulders into his stomach, tagging out as Vader would punch and kick upon him, tagging Bambam back in whom climbed the rope and hit a tencount punch, tossing Malenko with a hip toss then hit a cross body, covering for two.
Bambam tossed him to the ropes, hitting a samoan drop followed up with a falling headbutt, covering for two. Bambam tossed him to the corner, slowly placing him on top and went for a suplex as he hoisted him up but Malenko was able to flip around, countering right into a back suplex. Malenko slowly started to crawl to his corner, any corner for that matter to tag out. Malenko crawled over and tagging in Benoit whom came in fast, chopping Bambam to the corner, head butting him time and time again, tossing him hard to the ropes and dropped him with a gunwrench suplex, grunting all the while. He would stomp upon him, taking him down with three big running forearms then a dropkick, setting him up as he would hit Bambam with three german suplexes, slowly climbing the top rope. Benoit would leap and smashed his head against Bambams, moving over for the sharpshooter but was kicked off. Benoit charged in but was taken down with a big time powerslam from Bambam as he would step back, tagging in Vader as they pulled Benoit to his feet, tossing him to the ropes and connected with a back body drop then a double powerbomb, Bambam moving out of the way as Vader would hit a leg drop, slowly pulling Benoit over and would climb the top rope, signaling that it was over and went for the Vader bomb but crashed and burned as Benoit moved aside.
Benoit would move to tag out but Vader grabbed his ankle, pulling him back as Benoit snapped back with an insiguri, stunning him and would tag in Malenko. They would strike hard and fast with double dropkicks and chops, trying to wear Vader down, tossing him to the ropes and took him down with a double drop toe hold then double baseball slides against his head, tossing him to the ropes but where hit with double clotheslines. Vader was back on the assault, picking Benoit up and would toss him out of the ring while pulling Malenko to his feet and slammed him down, climbing the top rope and would splash down upon him with the Vader Bomb, covering for three.
Vader and Bambam were eliminating everyone as Vader rose up, turning around and was staring into the eyes of Hawk from LOD. Vader would flex out as did Hawk as they would start to slug it out with Vader getting the upper hand. Vader got him to the corner, punching at him and tossed him hard to the ropes, swinging for a clothesline but Hawk would duck, hitting Vader with a flying shoulder tackle. Vader was rocked as Hawk did it two more times, nearly knocking the big man down as he tagged in Animal as they would both hit him, knocking him down. They picked him up and tossed him to the ropes, using their superior strength and hit a back bodydrop.
Animal was in charge now, stomping and beating upon Vader ,tossing him to the ropes and was able to nail a powerslam, covering for two. Animal pulled him to his feet but took a quick suplex from Vader whom rose up, calling him on and started to punch at his stomach and face, tossing him hard to the ropes and dropped him with a spine buster covering for two. Vader would then tag Bambam in, tossing Animal to the ropes whom ducked the clothesline and dropped them with a flying double.
Animal rolled, slowly crawling over and tagged Hawk in whom went after Bambam, bashing his head ten times into the turnbuckle, slamming him down with ease and climbed the top rope, leaping and took him down with a shoulder tackle, rising up and yelled out, calling him up and would drop him with an atomic drop then a neck breaker, finishing him with a running powerslam, covering for two. Hawk would stomp on him a bit, pulling him to his feet and tossed for a back bodydrop but Bambam carthweeled aside, bouncing off of the ropes and dropped Hawk with a bulldog, covering for two. Bambam rose up, tossing him to the corner, ramming his head a few times into his stomach, placing him on the top rope as both of them would start to slug it out again. Bambam fell flat upon the mat as Hawk balanced himself right when Priceless came out from the announcers table, yelling at him though Hawk would jump, catching Bambam with a double axe, covering for two. Hawk got to his feet, calling him up and would pick him up, ramming him into the turnbuckle and tagged Animal in as they both would punch at him, placing him on the top rope and tossed him from the top, watching Vader enter and dropped him with a double flap jack hard upon the mat as Vader rolled out.
Animal would place Bambam on his shoulders as Hawk would climb the top rope, ready for the Doomsday Device when Vader was lucky enough to get back into the ring and pushed Animal, forcing Bambam to hit Hawk off the rope to the floor. The ref went to check on him while Vader grabbed Animal from behind and hit a release german suplex then he and Bambam finished him off with a double flat liner, kicking him to the outside. Hawk would roll himself back into the ring where Vader caught him, hitting a Death Valley Driver where Bambam climbed the top rope hitting his falling headbutt then Vader the VaderBomb, rolling off as Bambam would cover for one...two...no!
Hawk had fight left in him as Bambam went after him, pushing him to the corner and ran for a big splash when Hawk clotheslined him down, tackling him it seemed as Hawk would fall flat on his knees, crawling to his corner though there was no Animal whom was struggling to pull himself up. Hawk was at his corner when Bambam came back to life, tagging Vader in whom pulled Hawk from the corner, locking in a dragon sleeper. Hawk was quickly starting to fight back, ramming his elbows into Vader and back suplexed him to the mat. Animal was on the apron, just needing to stand and reach for his tag partner. Hawk would move towards him and reach for the tag when Priceless grabbed Animal from the floor and did a double powerbomb upon the floor. Hawk was just inches from him, yelling at Priceless though was hit with a big splash from Vader from behind as he would stumble back to the mat, Vader climbing the top rope and flew, hitting the Vadersault for one...two....three.
"Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match and number one contender for the Tag Team Titles, the team of Bambam Bigelow and Vader."
They would celebrate for a moment or two, rolling out of the ring as LOD was laid out, Priceless entering the ring with a mic in hand, more so, DiBiase as they stood over the fallen Hawk.
"Greatest Tag Team ever? I don't think so. That was your chance Road Warriors, now you just have to live with it."
Rhodes would then take the mic from DiBiase.
"We are...the greatest tag team in the World, The Prodigy Ted DiBiase, the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes, and to quote another fallen tag team....if you're not down with that..we have two words for you......Price Less."
The fans were not happy with that as they would leave the ring, LOD just laying in their wake, beaten and battered. In the back however, Kevin Kelly was about to conduct an interview.
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen with me right now, you saw him at Super Card, he is the Man they call, Sting. Now Sting you came so close to winning your event at SuperCard, we here and fans all around the world want to know how you're taking that loss?
Sting woul look at him with cold eyes, a blank stare almost as if he didn't even hear the question. It took him a moment before he even blinked, lowering his head answering the question.
"In an event so grand that it surpasses every other event in the world, Sting, got beat. I'm not here...to point fingers but I will say this...I'm a Horsemen, and that means, you're a cut above the rest. Where the Stinger failed, he will compensate, so I'm putting the champions on notice right now. Punk.....Bourne.....Hardy....I don't care what title you hold, you're looking at the best here in the NWA and if you want to get anywhere, you have to go through the Stinger. Maybe, just maybe, I'll see one of you tonight. You fans want to know how I feel about my loss? I feel great, because now I know, the Stinger has a lot to do before he can step into that ring in the rematch..of the century."
Sting would slowly turn and started to leave, walking off camera completely as Kevin brought us back in from camera, he himself ready to sign off when, Ricky Steamboat came into the camera, looking on towards Sting, slowly, shaking his head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play out[
The belt was raised as both women met in the center of the ring, Nattie wearing her usual Pink and Black as the bell sounded and both girls locked up. Nattie pushing Lita to the corner with ease, breaking off with a grin. Lita charged at her, locking up but was placed in a headlock, tossing Nattie off. She bounced off of the ropes, knocking Lita down with three shoulder blocks, picking her up after the third for a gorillia press and slammed her down, bouncing off of hte ropes and nailed a dropkick then a backsuplex, pushing her back to the corner and would stomp and punch at her, eventually tossing her with a hiptoss from the corner then clotheslined her out of the ring, proving ring dominance.
Lita would roll back inside, locking up again and was pushed back, rolling along the mat and quickly struck again, locking up until Nattie grabbed her in a headlock, tossing Lita to the ropes and dropped her with a snapmare then a headlock, wrenching in. Lita would struggle a bit, eventually getting to her feet until Nattie would drop her with a sleeper suplex, locking the fingers for two.
Lita staggered to her feet and was clotheslined out of the ring again as Nattie went out after her, pulling her up by the hair and would toss her into the ring, sliding inside and would wait, hitting Lita with a TBone suplex then an Exploder Suplex, nearly turning her inside out as she pulled her to her feet, tossing her hard to the ropes, picking her up for an Alabama Slam and dropped her down, quickly hitting a jackknife pin for two.
Nattie rose up first, stomping upon Lita until pulling her up by the hair, pushing her to the ropes, tossing her then pulled back, swinging with a clothesline as Lita would duck, quickly hitting a school girl for two. Both girls rose with Lita hitting a jaw jacker, stunning Nattie for a moment and dropkicked her to the corner, kicking at her midsection a few times until backing away and crashed with a body splash, dropping her down with a mandara twist, placing Nattie in a spinning leg lock.
She would wrench and twist, hearing her slam her fist upon the mat as Nattie eventually kicked out, pushing Lita off and rose to her feet, catching a spinning headscissor and was tossed through the ropes to the floor, crashing with a thud. Lita held her head, waiting for the right moment and would run hard, saulting over the ropes with a sunset flip plauncha, crashing upon Nattie below. Lita was the first up until Nattie picked her up and rammed her back first into the post then picked her up and literally tossed her into the ring. Lita would roll around some as Nattie scaled the top rope, waiting and leapt though caught a dropkick square in the face.
The tides were turned again as Lita pulled herself up, waiting in the wings and would kick Nattie to the ropes, trying to toss her but was irish whipped herself, sliding under a clothesline and went for another school girl. Nattie held her ground and went to sit on her but Lita quickly moved aside, bouncing off of the ropes and did a dropsault right in her face, covering quickly for two.
Lita had to score some big time offense as she rose up, bouncing off of the ropes again trying for a spinning headscissor but Nattie held on, pulling Lita up and went for a running powerbomb though Lita was able to flip with a hurricanrana, tossing Nattie out of the ring to the floor. Lita rose up fast and would bounce off of the ropes trying a flying cross body to the outside though Nattie caught her and quickly did a belly to back suplex right into the crowd, tossing LIta with authority. It took Lita a moment to pull herself up as she was suplexed right upon the floor then tossed back into the ring as Nattie rolled in, picking Lita up then slammed her down with one palm, almost a one handed spine buster as she would cover for two.
Nattie rose to her feet, dragging Lita up and would slam her down hard upon the mat, climbing the middle rope and dropped a Bret Hart style elbow not once, but twice, turning Lita over and would place her in a boston crab. Lita would hit the mat, trying to break free but Nattie held on tight, wrenching on her back a little bit, eventually breaking the hold but placed her in a clutch. Lita would struggle once again to get free until Nattie broke the hold but sitting on her, slowly pulling her up and locked her in a full nelson, swinging her around until pulling her up and slammed her with a full nelson slam. Nattie bounced off of the ropes, droping two strong elbows then a falling knee, pulling her up by the hair and locked in a full nelson suplex pin for two.
Nattie rose slow, taking Lita down with a russian leg sweep, a swinging neck breaker and woudl work on the back with back breakers and shoulder breakers, pushing Lita to the corner, bashing her head into the turnbuckle and slowly placed her on top. Nattie climbed up and tried for a back suplex from the top though Lita knocked her down with a back elbow, hearing her crash below. Lita was perfectly set as she would leap for a Litasault though Nattie caught her, quickly placing her upon her shoulders and went for a powerslam when Lita countered with a headscissor, tossing her right into the corner face first.
Lita moved quick, placing Nattie upon the top rope and would drop her down with a super reverse DDT, crashing down hard upon the mat, covering for two. Lita pulled herself up, waiting and would punch and kick at her, moving her to the corne rand would start a ten count punch until Nattie countered with a running powerbomb, covering for two.
Nattie rose up, knowing she had to end this for sure, picking Lita up whom fought back like a wild fire, punching and kicking to her, tossing her hard to the ropes, leaping and dropped her down with a thez press. Lita rose up, climbing the top rope and would drop her down with a cross body, rolling off and would wait, calling her up and kicked low, going for the Twist of Fate, spinning around until Nattie tossed her to the ropes ducking for a back body drop but Lita hit a sunset flip as both girls would rolll, trying to pin the other. Both girls rose as Lita went for another Twist of Fate but was picked up and slammed hard upon her face, turned over as Nattie grabbed at her legs, quickly locking in the Sharpshooter, turning LIta over.
Lita would hit and growl trying to fight out of it, Nattie having it locked in real good, tourquing on her as Lita tried to break out, trying to reach for the ropes. Nattie woudl keep pulling her to the middle of the ring. Lita had no choice but to slowly push herself up, starting to weasle her way back. Lita would slowly twist her body, making it hard for Nattie to hold on, having to break the hold as Lita turned around and kicked her off, slowly trying to get to her feet. Nattie would charge at her, ramming her hard into the turnbuckle, ramming her shoulders into her stomach until Lita pulled up, wrapping her legs around her and rolled forward for a quick pin for two.
Both girls rose, punching at each other with Nattie winning the exchange, kicking to the gut and picked Lita up for a brainbuster but she fought free, turning Nattie around and quickly hit the Twist of Fate for one..two...No Nattie's foot caught the rope. She rose up and would pull Nattie over some, climbing the top rope and would leapt for the Litasault but crashed hard upon the mat as Nattie rolled and rose up, dropping her with a tornado DDT from a standing position, covering for two.
Nattie hit the mat, pulling Lita to her feet and would clothesline her over the ropes, watching her hit the apron. Lita would hold onto the rope, pulling herself up as Nattie went to suplex her inside the ring. Lita would block, grabbing Nattie by the hair and would run, bashing her head into the turnbuckle, quickly climbing the top rope and would drop her with diving tackle, rising up quickly, dizzy but in control, going for another Twist of Fate but Nattie blocked, trying for a back suplex though Lita landed on her feet, ducking a clothesline and hit a victory roll for two. Both girls rose again, Lita catching an insiguri across the back of her head, dropping her down and would climb the rope again, trying the Litasault, landing on her feet as Nattie rolled again, swinging with a clothesline as Lita countered with a crucifix pin for two.
So damn close as both girls rose up though Nattie would trip Lita down, trying for the Sharpshooter but Lita fought out, pushing Nattie back, bouncing off of the ropes and caught her with a dropkick, knocking her into the corner and would crash into her, tossing her with a monkey flip, climbing the rope quick and dropped her with a Litacanrana, keeping Nattie guessing and dizzy, kicking low for a DDT when Nattie pulled her up and tossed her with ease, watching Lita smack upon the mat. She bounced up, holding her stomach as Nattie grabbed her for an atomic drop though Lita quickly countered it right into the Twist of Fate, turning her over for one...two...three!
"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, Lita."
The crowd was a buzz indeed as Lita just barely squeaked out of that one, rising to her feet with her title in hand, Nattie rising up just seconds away from kicking out it seemed as the better Angel on this night was Lita. Lita and Nattie would stare each other down in the middle of the ring getting a standing ovation from the crowd, perhaps setting a new standard in the Angel's Division of the NWA as Nattie rose Lita's hand in victory but told her, it wasn't over, leaving the ring and let Lita have her spotlight...for now.
In the back, Evan Bourne was preparing for his match with Ultimo Dragon, doing some squats and stretches when he was visited by all people CM Punk. Bourne was a bit skeptical at first, watching Punk enter.
"Hey Bourne, I just came over to say good luck on your match tonight with Ultimo Dragon, he's a big time player, I should know. Kind of ironic in a sense, last year I was in a triple threat match for...that very title you hold over your shoulder and I lost. Last year you were the semi main event against Ultimo Dragon and lost. So if anything, this is a redemption Pay Per View for the both of us, I only hope, the end result is different."
Punk would then leave him as Bourne would look onward, not knowing what all of that was about, having to refocus. DM on the other hand had finally caught up with Priceless, opening their locker room door, a bit upset with them over something. They would look over towards him.
"Hey boss"
"Don't hey me. What the hell are you doing saying 'if you're not down with that."? What are you trying to do get me sued?"
"Relax boss relax, what's the worst that can happen? They'll come at us with a tank?"
"That's not the point, you two are Tag Team Champions you had better conduct yourselve like champions or-"
"Or what? You'll strip us of the titles and fire us so some other company can pick us up? Face it, there is no other tag team here that can defeat us nor anywhere else."
DM would look at them, narrowing his eyes a little bit.
"You two are on notice. I'm warning both of you. It would hurt NWA but if I have to, I will get rid of both of you, plenty of other tag teams out there ready to take your place."
"NWA's loss is someone else's gain...think about that before you pull the trigger."
Priceless would then leave the locker room with DM looking, a bit loss for words, gritting his teeth some. The bell would sound for the next match.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is a triple threat match and it is for the United States Championship."
[Play out]
Punk would scan his opponents, cracking his neck some as he would stand in the center of the ring, looking to his opponents. Eddie woudl walk over to him, offering a hand shake. Punk would obligue but Eddie quickly pulled him and had him slide through the ropes to the floor. Eddie would shrug his shoulders as Perfect quickly hit a school boy for two. Both of them rose, exchanging blows until Perfect kicked him to the corner, chopping to the chest and tossed him to the other corner, taking him down with a clothesline from behind, covering for two. Perfect pulled Eddie up, tossing him to the ropes, ducking for a back body drop as Eddie would roll over him, bouncing off of the rope and dropped him with a dropkick, then an armdrag, then a drop toe hold and finished him with a snapmare, shaking his shoulders as Punk flew from the ropes, dropkicking Eddie outo f the ring. Punk would then stomp upon Perfect, pulling him up and would toss him to the ropes though took a hard kick to the face, placed in a small package for two.
Both men rose as Perfect would chop him to the corner then tossed him hard to the turnbuckle, crashing into Punk and tossed him with a monkey flip, calling him up and hit an armdrag, a body slam then a shin breaker, quickly locking Punk in a quick figure four. Punk would yell out, trying to break out of the hold. Eddie would climb the top rope, leaping and did a frog splash right on Punk as the ref would then start to count, Punk just barely breaking the count as Perfect released the hold. Punk would roll to the corner as Eddie would punch at him, placing him on the top rope and would chop him across the chest, climbing the top rope for a superplex though Punk would block, pushing him down though Perfect moved quick, climbing the top rope and would hit Punk with an armdrag, crashing down below, covering for two.
Perfect would drop Punk with a swinging neck breaker then a suplex, tossing him to the ropes and missed a clothesline as Eddie hit Perfect with a wheel kick but was clotheslined by Punk. Punk was now on the offense, kicking at Eddie with his feet, striking at his stomach and chest, kicking him to the ropes and would run at him though Eddie would duck, tossing him over the ropes to the floor though Perfect would then clothesline Eddie over the top rope.
Perfect would stand in the middle of the ring, taking a breather as Punk would slide in first, going after him. Punk would try with his kicks though Perfect would grab his leg, sweeping him down and would kick at the knee and stomped upon it, wrenching on it and would lock the ankle while driving his knee into the back of Punk's. He would yell out, trying to break free, using his free leg to kick Perfect off, rising up only to be clotheslined and slammed down a number of times, sitting up as Perfect would back up and ran, doing his signature reverse neck snap move, covering Punk for two.
Perfect rose up, tossing Punk to the ropes, dropping him with a back elbow, dropping a few elbows over him and would lock on a headlock. Punk rose to his feet, fighting free and pushed Perfect to the ropes, dropping him with a dropkick then a suplex, getting him out of the way as Eddie would jump off of the rope, catching Punk with a bulldog, turning him over for two.
Eddie pulled him to his feet, tossing Punk to the corner and would strike against him until Punk turned the tables, moving Eddie over and started to kick. Eddie would grab Punk's leg, sweeping him down and would do a half jackknife pin for two. Both men rose with Eddie giving Punk a wrestling lesson by taking him down with a multitude of headlock takedowns and headscissors, tossing Punk out of the ring though he landed upon the apron.
Punk grabbed him by the hair and would guillotine him against the ropes as Eddie fell back right into Perfect whom caught a german suplex for one...two..no. Punk quickly slid in the ring during that, nearly losing his title as he would strike at Perfect, pushing him to the corner and would start a ten count punch until Eddie pushed him out of the ring, watching him crash hard below. Eddie would whip Perfect to the corner but was countered right into a clothesline though Eddie countered it into a school boy for two.
Both men rose, Perfect dropping him with an inverted atomic drop then a standing wheel kick, climbing the top rope and yelled out, leaping for a cross body, catching Perfect whom rolled back covering Eddie for two. Both men rise agian, slugging it out back and forth with Eddie winning the exchange, tossing Perfect to the ropes trying for a back body drop when Perfect grabbed him by the hair and slammed him face first into the mat. Perfect was in control now, stomping on Eddie, slamming him down with a hammerlock slam then kept the lock on, digging his knee into his arm and spine. Eddie would yell out, trying to break free as Perfect would rise and drop the knee over and over again, eventually pulling up and dropped him with a back suplex on the arm, covering for two.
Perfect rose up first, pulling Eddie to his feet and wrenched upon the arm then then head, tossing him hard to the ropes, dropping him with a tiltawhirl backbreaker, covering again for two. Perfect looked over, seeing Punk on the apron as he would move over, grabbing him by the hair and would bash his head into the post, watching him fall flat to the floor again, going back over to Guererro and took him down with a spinning neck breaker. Perfect would continue to stomp on him, eventually pulling him up and went for the Perfectplex when Eddie fought out, kicking him in the stomach and dropped him with a flying clothesline, springing up and would wait, starting to fight back and went for the Three Amigos, only getting two however as Perfect would counter, hitting Eddie with a suplex of his own, breaking the chain as they would lock up, trying to push the other over when Punk climbed the apron, leaping off of the rope and hit them with a double clothesline.
Punk was back in the game, his lip bleeding some from the steel post as he would strike both of them at random, kicking Perfect down and would pick Eddie up for a suplex but dropped him upon the rope, having him dangle and snap back, picking him up and went for the GTS though Eddie fought out, getting behind him and snapped him in a sleeper. Punk would roll forward, tossing Eddie and would wait, sizing him up and swung hard with a kick but Eddie caught him in the jaw with an insiguri, nearly knocking him out as he would cover for one..two...no Perfect broke it up, pulling Eddie off. Eddie went for a mule kick but Perfect moved out of the way, quickly locking him in a boston crab. Eddie would try to reach for the ropes though Perfect had it locked in until Punk broke it up by hitting Perfect with a missle dropkick from the top rope, covering for two.
Punk rose up, watching Eddie rise up and would grab him from behind, placing him upon the top rope and would start to climb behind him, hitting at his back and was going to attemp a super german suplex though Eddie would block, holding onto the rope and knocked him down with his elbow, hearing Punk lay flat upon the mat. Eddie would position himself and would leap for the frog splash but missed as Punk rolled aside, quickly turning Eddie over and picked him up for the GTS when Perfect punched him square in the face. Eddie fell back as Perfect would hit Punk with a dropkick, causing him to be lowbridged over the ropes as Eddie had ducked. Perfect went right for him, kicking him low and went for the Perfectplex again though Eddie fought out, hitting now again the three amigos, beating his chest and climbed the top rope, looking down as he saw Punk starting to rise, jumping down and nailed him with a double ax, taking him out of the equation and moved back into the ring, climbing the apron when Perfect cut him off, suplexing him inside.
Eddie would counter, landing behind him and tried for a sleeper though Perfect fought out, dropping him with an inverted jaw jacker, stunning him for a moment and would hit him with the Perfectplex for one...two...no Eddie's foot caught the rope. Perfect was forced to break it, picking him up but was struck over the head with his foot then slammed down with a spinning bodyslam as Eddie would then climb the rope, hitting his chest and would sault, crashing down hard with the frog splash though Punk quickly slid in, grabbing Eddie by the hair and tossed him into the steel post, quickly covering Perfect for one...two..no!
Perfect kicked out and Punk was a bit impressed, nodding his head as he rose up, running to Eddie and bashed him with his knee to the jaw, locking his head and would run with the bulldog, landing on Perfect as Eddie would rise up and was kicked out of the ring. Punk would then signal that it was over, watching Perfect rise up and picked him up though he fought out. Perfect would then go for the Perfectplex though Punk would counter with a back bodydrop, turning him around and would pick him up again, hitting the GTS, covering him for one...two...three.
Punk would smile, rising up and would grab his title, raising it up and rolled out of the ring, holding the back of his head some as he would redeem himself from last year, smirking a bit as he would walk through the curtain. In the back, Jarrett was giving some last minute instructions on his match, having full confidence in his man against Goldberg. Also in the back we would pan to Jeff Hardy's locker room as he was preparing for his match against Kane though he looked as if he had a plan. The bell would sound for the next match.
[Play out]
Haas would stand in the middle of the ring, looking around with a smirk upon his face, just waiting as they appeared to have a plan in mind as he would banter back and forth over how Goldberg wasn't even in the building, let alone near the same city. It was guys like Goldberg that came and left as they pleased and since he felt that he was no challenge, Goldberg decided to skip out.
"You see I told you that he wasn't going to show up. Goldberg is far too busy not being here. Some of you would say that he'd rather face someone whom is higher calibur, that's not the truth. Truth is he knows damn well that I could out wrestle him within an instant and he's scared, scared that the greatest pure wrestler in this business would cast a shadow upon him and steal his spotlight that he holds dear. That's why he chose not to show up and lets face it, if I was getting into the ring with me I wouldn't either. So ref...ring the bell and declare Charlie Haas as the-" [Play Out]
Goldberg's theme would hit. Goldberg came half way down the ramp when Jarrett would try and attack him from behind until Goldberg turned around and speared him quickly. Goldberg would then enter the ring as the bell would sound and Haas would charge in, taking a hard spear to the gut and hitting the mat. He would yell out, watching Haas rise to his feet and picked him up and dropped him down with a Jackhammer for one...two...three.
The match was as over just as fast as it started as the ref rang the bell. Before Roberts could announce the winner Goldberg was the kicked hard in the face by...Drew McIntyre. Drew would start to kick and stomp on him, working upon him and would attempt to hit him with the ScotDrop when Goldberg powered out, pushing Drew to the ropes and charged at him but Drew quickly slid out of the ring, backing away with Haas and Jarrett in tow. A victory nonetheless but Planet Jarrett appeared to have gained another member in that of Drew McIntryre. A video package would then release the next Pay Per View coming up, saying that all men may be created equal, however, they all are subject to....Sin! The bell would sound as it was time for the semi main event.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play out[
Bourne and Dragon were getting a loud ovation as both of them stood in the ring, shaking hands as the bell would sound. Both of them would dance around the ring, jocking for position until they locked up, Dragon placing Bourne in a hammerlock that was countered then countered again by Dragon. Bourne would try to fight out, trying a back elbow but Dragon would grab it and locked his fingers, having Bourne locked in an awkward quarter nelson/hammerlock as Bourne would struggle to get out. Dragon kept the lock on until he turned it into a suplex, having Bourne land on his arms and shoulders, rolling up and would sweep him down, locking in a leglock, trying to keep him immobilized. Bourne would grab the rope, forcing the hold to break as Dragon let go, waiting and would grab him with an irish whip, leapfrogging then dropped him with a backelbow, flipping to his feet and would take him down with spinning torture rack, dropping down with authority and would baseball slide Bourne to the floor.
Bourne would shake his head, rolling back into the ring as they would lock up again, Dragon quickly placing him in a Northernlight Suplex for two then a quick sambo suplex covering for two as Bourne rose to his feet, dodging a kick as he moved to the corner. Bourne had to be careful as he knew Dragon was being serious tonight, locking up with him again, pushing him to the ropes and would toss him, irish whipping him back and caught him with a hurricanrana though Dragon quickly twisted his body placing Bourne in an electric chair and fell forward, having Bourne smash face first upon the mat then given a facebuster for his efforts. Bourne rose up as Dragon would then size him up, kicking to his back and stomach, finishing him with a spin kick to the face, covering for two.
Both men rose up with Dragon tossing Bourne to the corner and started to kick at him with authority, placing him on the top rope and locked up, trying for a suplex from the top though Bourne fought back, refusing to give in and would strike Dragon down, leaping and caught him with a head scissor, tossing him and quickly bounced off of the rope, moving around at all angles to confuse him and dropped him flying cross body, rolling off and caught Dragon with a stiff knee to the jaw, stunning him to the ropes as he would sault at him, both men falling to the floor.
Bourne was the first up, kicking at Dragon along his body, tossing him to the ring but Dragon would snap back, tossing Bourne to the post though Bourne countered by springing off of the post with a moonsault, crashing upon Dragon on the floor. Bourne rose up first and would toss Dragon in the ring, climbing the top rope and would leap with his double knee lariat but missed, crashing hard upon the mat. Bourne held his knees, aching in pain as Dragon would strike at him, kicking and stomping to his knee and would lock in a spinning leglock, twisting at the knee. Bourne would fight, reaching and attained the rope, forcing the break but the damage was done as Dragon would drop a few knees against Bourne's leg, watching him rise and dropped him with three successful Dragonscrews, working at that knee, pushing Bourne to the corner and would set the knee up in the rope, kicking to it, eventually dropping him with a DDT, covering for two.
Bourne had some fight left as Dragon picked him up, placing him upon his shoulder for a torture rack, wrenching on him then would drop him with a samoan drop, climbing the top rope and would wait, dropping Bourne with a missile dropkick, covering again, for two. Dragon rose up, pulling Bourne to his feet and would toss him hard to the ropes, catching him with a sambo suplex, a drop toe hold then a spring board back elbow, nearly knocking him out as he bounced off of the ropes a final time, hitting a running moonsault, covering for two. Dragon rose him up, locking in a front face lock, ramming his knees into his head, eventually picking him up for an Insider's Edge though Bourne would roll forward, countering and caught Dragon in a pin for two.
Bourne rose up first, catching Dragon with a spinning neck breaker, kicking to his back and chest now a la Ultimo Dragon, swinging for the kick though Dragon caught him and tossed him for a capture suplex. Bourne quickly caught his footing, landing on the top rope and would moonsault down upon Dragon, covering quickly for two. Bourne now was on the offensive, pushing Dragon to the corner, kicking to his chest and knocked him down with a spin kick to the face, backing up and ran for a baseball slide though Dragon quickly grabbed the rope and flipping himself up to the rope, dropping Bourne with a Tornado DDT. Dragon then covered Bourne for one..two..no he still kicked out.
He rose to his feet, watching Bourne stagger up as he grabbed him from behind, trying for a german suplex but Bourne would leap forward, kicking Dragon back and woudl duck a clothesline as he lowbridged the rope. Dragon held on, Bourne and he punching back and forth with Dragon leaping and kicking Bourne square in the face, leaping off of the rope with a wheelkick, dropping him down. Dragon looked about ready to finish the game, watching Bourne rise and would lock him in a Dragon sleeper, forcing him to squirm. Bourne would flail a bit, finding the strength to flip his body over Dragon, getting behind him and would slam him down with the momentum, covering for two.
Bourne rose up, kicking to Dragon and would sweep him down, leaping in the air and dropped both knees upon his chest, rolling off and dropped Dragon down with a standing double knee lariat, rolling back and would wait, spring boarding from the rope and caught him with a head scissor, keeping him dizzy and would drop him with a flatliner, turning him over and quickly climbed the top rope and would leap, crashign down with the shooting star press, covering for one..two..no!
Dragon kicked out as that was Bourne's trump card a little bit shocked, slowly rising to his feet and would pull Dragon to his feet, kicking him low and went for the Asai DDT however it was blocked as Bourne was pushed off, bouncing off of the rope as Dragon caught him with a quick tiltawhirl back breaker, rising up and would grab Bourne, hitting him with a Dragonsuplex, covering for two.
Both men rose up, Bourne attempting a running insiguri but missed as Dragon waited, grabbing him from behind and would try a half nelson back suplex but Bourne landed on his feet, hitting a Japanesse Rolling Clutch for two. Both men rise again, locking up and trying to win the other over with Bourne hitting Dragon with a knee to the jaw, stunning him and hit a dropsault, flipping to his feet and dropped him with an armdrag then a flapjack, catching Dragon with a dragonsleeper now though that only lasted a moment as Dragon twisted his body, sliding out of it and hit Bourne low, quickly hitting the Asai DDT, covering him for one..two...no! Bourne kicked out, barely but he did kick out as Dragon knew what he had to do, pulling him to his feet and would place him on the top rope, punching at him and would try to lock on though Bourne would fight back, pushing him down and would drop down with a double knee lariat, catching it this time and would try for a hurricanrana but Dragon caught him, balancing and dropped him with a running powerbomb, covering for two!
Dragon rose up, hearing the crowd rise and chant out they didn't want this to end as Dragon waited, watching Bourne rise and would start to kick at him again, swinging for his spin kick but missed as Bourne would duck, grabbing Dragon from behind trying for a german though it was countered, Dragon then tried for one himself as Bourne would slip out, hitting the middle rope and would drop Dragon down with a diving sunset flip powerbomb, covering with a jackknife pin for one..two..NO!
He kicked out as Bourne was in shock, unable to believe that as he rose up, pulling Dragon to his feet as Dragon kicked him low, going for the Asai DDT one more time, fipping over and nearly landed it as Bourne would flip as well at the right time countering it with the Asai DDT as well, dropping Dragon down and would cover for one...two...three! Bourne won but just barely, having to counter at the last second as his hand was raised in victory. Bourne was lucky to say the least as the replay showed how it ended at least four or five times. Bourne would walk through the curtain as the cameras would then pan to the back with Jeff Hardy walking down the halls with title in hand, during his walk he was wished good luck by some of the passing stars, before turning a corner he was wished luck by one...Stephanie McMahon as Hardy would walk off and Steph...grinned as the cameras panned out. A video package was shown from last years Spring Stampede as Kane was assaulted by the Flock and burned while Hardy fought Kidman, the paths both of them took, Kane making a huge return and destroying everyone in his path while Hardy went through hell and back to attain the World Title. Each man in their own right goign through hell to get to this point. The fans were pushed back a little bit as stage hands had set up stands holding tourches that were set on fire around the ring, the object of course to set your opponent on fire. The bell would sound to start the match.
[Play out]
Kane got about half way down the ramp when Jeff Hardy jumped him from behind, hitting him with a steel chair, knowing, he had to be sneaky to win this match. Hardy must have blasted Kane ten or more times with the chair, forcing him in the ring as he would belt him over the head six times with the chair until he fell over flat. Hardy would hand the title to the ref, watching Kane sit up and would dropkick the chair right in his face, setting the chair down upon his face and climbed the top rope, hitting a swanton bomb, crushing him.
Hardy rose up, a ball of fire to say the least, stomping on Kane to keep him down, backing away for a moment and slid out of the ring, finding another weapon being a kendo stick and slid into the ring. Hardy would swing the stick hard against Kane's back and stomach, hitting him across the back of the knee three times before he fell down hitting the stick over his head to knock him down again, thus, breaking the stick. Hardy tossed the debris aside, a changed man to say the least as he would look over to one of the torches and started to make his way towards them as Kane sat up.
Hardy would then make his way back to Kane, kicking at him to keep him down though the big red Monster got to his feet, grabbing Jeff by the throat and pushed him to the corner. Hardy would struggle to fight back though Kane set him on the top rope and would literally toss him from the ropes to the mat. Hardy rose up, taking a hard kick to the face, smearing his face paint as Kane grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up and flung him hard to the ropes, missing a big boot as Hardy countered with a running elbow. Hardy would continue to strike, hitting Kane with a jaw jacker, knocking him against the ropes and ran full speed. Kane would hit Hardy with a backbody drop though he landed on the apron, hitting Kane with a guillotine, snapping him back and would spring board off of the rope with a wheel kick. Kane caught his balance as Hardy would try again though Kane grabbed him by the throat, raising him up for a chokeslam. Hardy slid out, bouncing off of the rope and went for a spinning headscissor though Kane...blocked it, pulling Hardy up and slammed him face first into the mat, nearly bending him in half.
Kane would pull Hardy to his feet, tossing him hard to the corner three times, watching Hardy smack back, kicking him down on the third, bouncing off of the rope and hit a huge legdrop. Kane rose up, looking over and found the steel chair, pulling it up and would open it, setting it down upon the mat and pulled Jeff up by the hair, placing him in a powerbomb position and would slam him down hard upon the chair, breaking it in shambles. Hardy wasn't moving except for his arms in agony as Kane slid out of the ring, looking underneath and found a steel chain and a table, sliding that into the ring as Kane slowly entered.
Kane would wrap the chain around his fist, watching Hardy rise to his feet and would punch at him with authority, striking him over the head and throat, pushing him to the corner and wrapped the chain around his neck, placing him on top and literally swung him off like a catapault, watching Hardy smash upon the mat. Kane would signal that it was over, dragging him to his feet and would chokeslam him down upon the mat, hearing the chain rattle as he looked down to him, almost with, pity in his dark eyes, pulling the table up and would set it up with ease, turning around and picked Hardy up, placing him up for a gorillia press though Hardy would quickly counter with a DDT hard upon the mat, stunning the big monster.
Hardy would struggle to his feet as Kane sat up almost at the same time, rising to his feet and went after Hardy again whom kicked him in the knee, tripping him up in the corner and would start to punch at him until Kane pushed him off. Hardy just missed hitting the table, charging against until Kane caught him with a flapjack, having Hardy's face smack into the turnbuckle and snap back to the mat. Kane would rub his knee, sliding out of the ring again and pushed the time keeper out of his chair, grabbing his chair and would slide back into the ring. Kane held the chair in his palms ready to strike, swinging hard as Hardy would dodge, quickly climbing the rope and did a springboard dropkick, hitting the chair right in Kane's face, stunning him. Hardy then quickly grabbed the steel chain and would kick Kane to the corner, moving out of the ring and would wrap the chain around his neck, tying it around the post to keep him steady, making the best 'knot' he could, knowing it wouldn't hold Kane long.
Kane would reach back, trying to unhook the chain from the post and the ropes as Hardy would unfold the table, setting it down for a second and would hit Kane over the head with the chair, opening it up and set it in the middle of the ring, pulling the table up and set it against Kane. The fans knew what Hardy was going to do as he would run, using the chair as a tag team partner and hit Poetry in Motion right into the table, right into Kane. Kane would slump to the mat with the chain coming unwravled as Hardy would then stand upon the top rope and hit him hard with both feet, rolling back as Kane staggered up.
Hardy would call him on, going for the Twist of Fate though Kane pushed him off, swinging hard with a clothesline but Hardy would duck, climbing the rope and hit Whisper in the Wind, taking Kane down. The crowd was alive again as Hardy waited for the right moment, trying for another Twist of Fate but Kane would stop him with a backsuplex, having Hardy hit the apron on the outside to the floor. Hardy held his back in pain as Kane would slowly climb out after him, grabbing him by the throat and slammed him back first against the steel post, trying for a punch but hit the post with his fist as Hardy would duck. Hardy quickly climbed the apron, running for a Tornado DDT but Kane would block, pushing him off and charged though Hardy hit a drop toe hold, having Kane's face smash the steel stairs.
Hardy got a roar from the crowd, thinking he had a moment to breathe but like in a monster movie, Kane sat up. Hardy would jump off of the apron with a dropkick, hitting Kane right in the face, knocking the back of his head against the stairs once again. Hardy rose and knew he had a chance to end this as he went to one of the torches, making to pull it off of the stand as Kane, sat up again, stopping Hardy in his tracks, pulling him from the torch and tossed him into the ring. Kane slid in after him as Hardy would stomp and kick at him, to no effect as Kane pushed him back and Hardy came at him full speed though Kane grabbed him by the throat, slamming him down with a chokeslam.
Kane was back in it, moving over and found the chain, wrapping it around Hardy's throat and would toss him over the rope, choking him as Hardy would dangle, using the apron to stay alive as Kane would wrap the chain within the ropes. Kane then slid out of the ring, looking at one of the torches like it was an old friend, pulling it off of the stand and began to walk towards Hardy very slowly. Kane rose the torch up, the flames were hot like hellfire and he was going to strike Hardy with it though Hardy would kick the torch right into the face of Kane, causing him to drop it. Kane would rub his mask some, probably thanking the hellish gods he was wearing it as Hardy would kick Kane hard in the face again, stunning him for a moment as he weasled out of the chain and leapt for a double axe. Kane would catch him and rammed him hard into the barricade, breaking it wide open as Hardy would roll into the crowd. Kane would then pick the torch back up, slowly walking over as the ref quickly stood in the way, telling him no since the crowd was in danger. Kane, grabbed the ref and tossed him aside, going after Jeff as Hardy quickly, during the distraction jumped off of a standing part of the barricade, knocking Kane down to the mat.
Hardy would yell out, rolling back into the ring where it was safe for now, needing to collect himself as Kane sat up, going after him though Hardy would again work at the knee, chopping him down as he would drop Kane down with a Twist of Fate, rising to his feet, hearing the fans yell out to end it. Hardy would nod, moving over to the ropes and would reach, pulling a torch from it's stand, getting back into the ring where he would swing it down hard, missing as Kane rolled aside, grabbing him with his big palm though Hardy fought out, swinging again with the torch but was kicked down, losing it within his grip as the torch left his palm though was extinguished. Kane would rub his face some, looking down at Hardy with anger, pulling up the steel chair and waited, cracking it over Hardy's skull, watching his lifeless body drop upon the mat as Kane dropped the chair, now looking to end this match.
Kane would slowly cut his throat to end it as he pulled Hardy up, placing him in the chokeslam position but then stopped, setting him down then placed him in the gorilla press position, looking over towards the torch and would run, literally tossing Jeff out of the ring, over the torch upon the announce table, smashing it to pieces. The fans were screaming "Holy Shit' over and over again as Hardy lay there in shambles, Kane, standing in the ring with pure evil intensions, slowly sliding out of the ring and would pull Hardy by the hair, literally tossing him into the ring, a mere corpse now as Kane would then look under the ring, pulling out....a can. Hardy was out cold, just barely breathing as Kane would slowly enter the ring, popping the top of the can and would slowly drip the liquid upon Hardy's back, it was evident, what he was doing, the smell...was easy to detect as Kane would toss the can aside, having poured, gasoline over Jeff Hardy.
Now, it was getting serious as the fans were screaming and the ref quickly intervened, telling Kane, no, though Kane did not care, chokeslamming the ref to the floor. Kane would grab one of the remaining lit torches and would climb into the ring as another ref flew into the ring to stop this but Kane kicked him over the face and out of the ring. Kane was going to set Hardy on fire his way as the fans screamed out in terror as he rose the torch up and brought it down. Hardy quickly kicked stopped the torch with his hands, blocking it and fought for his life, struggling as the flames came dangerously close. Hardy would kick kick to Kane's head, able to find a way out of it, quickly rising to his feet.
Kane would go after him though Hardy would dodge, hitting a Twist of Fate right upon the chair on the mat, stunning Kane for perhaps a few moments, realizing with Kane tried to do and seemed to get angrier, climbing the top rope and would hit a swanton bomb upon the back of Kane's head. Kane would hold his head, rolling some in the gasoline and rose to his feet as Hardy went after him, punching at him and would knock him to the ropes. Kane was a bit looped as Hardy would grab the chair and swung hard, cracking it over Kane's skull, knocking him to the apron. Kane would rise up as Hardy went for the finishing blow but Kane grabbed him by the throat. Hardy acted quick, pulling Kane's mask up forcing Kane to quickly cover his face as Hardy would drop him with a rope guillotine as Kane would fall from the apron, smacking into one of the standing torches that would fall, landing upon Kane's back as he was then set on fire.
The bell would sound as Hardy was declared the winner as stage hands quickly flew down to the ring to put the torches out and Kane as the fans would rejoice as a staggering Jeff Hardy pulled himself to his feet, holding his title close to his chest, turning around to exit as Kane would kick him hard over the face. The bell would sound that the match was over but Kane could care less, hitting Jeff with two big chokeslams. Kane was going to break Jeff Hardy if it was the last thing he did, crossing his throat as the lights went out completely.
The fans would scream not knowing what was going on as Kane looked around once the lights came back on and there stood....Sting. Kane would slowly turn around, staring into the dark eyes of Sting as they would stare each other down. Kane would strike first but Sting would dodge, hitting Kane with heavy rights and lefts, knocking him to the corner and would hit two big Stinger Splashes, clotheslining Kane out of the ring. Kane would look on as he would slowly back away, rubbing the back of his head some in anger as Sting would gaze down at him, slowly turning to help Hardy. Hardy was in a daze as he would hit Sting with a quick Twist of Fate, dropping him in the center of the ring, swinging violently until he hit the corner, rubbing his face and looked on what he just did.
Hardy would place his hands upon his head, now realizing what he just did, quickly moving over to help Sting to his feet but was met with a Scorpion Death Drop square in the middle of the ring as Sting stood up, looking down at the current champion. In one fell swoop, Hardy may have dodged a bullet with Kane but on accident, he now made an enemy with Sting as Sting would loom over him with his ball bat in hand as the camera's would fade to black.
"The fans are packed and the aura is jacked I must say, welcome to Spring Stampede. To my left my partner in crime Jesse Ventura."
"What can I say that it's been a year and we have arrived, tonight we have jam packed matches and I have a feeling that Jeff Hardy tonight, is going down in flames."
"With that in mind lets take it to Mr. Roberts for the opening bout."
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is the Number One Contendership Match for the Tag Team Titles."
[Play Out Priceless]
Priceless came down for commontary, sitting down next to Grish and Jesse, holding their titles as they wanted first hand sight on scene.
[Play out Teams]
The match was on as Hurricane stood nose to nose with Bambam, pushing him a bit only to be pushed back hard from Bambam to the corner. Hurricane moved up and asked for a greco roman as Bambam woudl lock with him. Obviously Bambam was stronger but Hurricane leapt up, catching him with his legs and tossed him to the corner. Hurricane ran fast, trying to drop him with a school boy as Bambam caught his footing, punching him in the head and pulled him to his feet, tossing him hard to the ropes. Hurricane was tossed into the air but countered with a dropkick, knocking Bambam to the ropes and ran for a cross body getting tossed over. Hurricane held on, quickly climbing the top rope and missile dropkicking him in the back of the head.
Bambam would stumble, accidentally tagging out and tagging in Malenko whom entered the ring, moving around with Hurricane. Malenko made sport of him though Hurricane would fight back, eventually catching Malenko with a monkey flip, tagging in Burchill whom jumped in. Burchill placed Hurricane on his shoudlers and woudl toss him like a dart right into Malenko, Hurricane rolling out of the ring as Burchill went for the pin but Benoit stopped it to keep their team alive.
Burchill pulled him to his feet, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a flapjack, a spinning back suplex then clotheslined him out of the ring, taking a chance and saulted over the ropes, crashing down below. Burchill got a loud roar as he tossed Malenko into the ring, setting him up for the C4 but was quickly knocked off as Malenko locked up and swept him down, going for the Clover Leaf as Hurricane broke it up. Malenko would push him to the corner, chopping across his chest and quickly pulled away as Burchill charged and crashed into Hurricane, quickly rolled up Burchil for three as they were eliminated from the match.
Malenko rose and turned right into Vader whom dropped him with a huge belly to bell suplex, bouncing off of the ropes, splashing down upon him. He would pull him to his feet, picking him up for a gorilla press, dropping him down and bashed him into the corner, punching at him until Malenko stumbled getting placed into a suplex then a release german suplex, nearly bending him backwards as he went for the cover but Malenko kicked out at two. Vader pushed him to the corner, punching along him again, tagging in Bambam whom rammed his shoulders into his stomach, tagging out as Vader would punch and kick upon him, tagging Bambam back in whom climbed the rope and hit a tencount punch, tossing Malenko with a hip toss then hit a cross body, covering for two.
Bambam tossed him to the ropes, hitting a samoan drop followed up with a falling headbutt, covering for two. Bambam tossed him to the corner, slowly placing him on top and went for a suplex as he hoisted him up but Malenko was able to flip around, countering right into a back suplex. Malenko slowly started to crawl to his corner, any corner for that matter to tag out. Malenko crawled over and tagging in Benoit whom came in fast, chopping Bambam to the corner, head butting him time and time again, tossing him hard to the ropes and dropped him with a gunwrench suplex, grunting all the while. He would stomp upon him, taking him down with three big running forearms then a dropkick, setting him up as he would hit Bambam with three german suplexes, slowly climbing the top rope. Benoit would leap and smashed his head against Bambams, moving over for the sharpshooter but was kicked off. Benoit charged in but was taken down with a big time powerslam from Bambam as he would step back, tagging in Vader as they pulled Benoit to his feet, tossing him to the ropes and connected with a back body drop then a double powerbomb, Bambam moving out of the way as Vader would hit a leg drop, slowly pulling Benoit over and would climb the top rope, signaling that it was over and went for the Vader bomb but crashed and burned as Benoit moved aside.
Benoit would move to tag out but Vader grabbed his ankle, pulling him back as Benoit snapped back with an insiguri, stunning him and would tag in Malenko. They would strike hard and fast with double dropkicks and chops, trying to wear Vader down, tossing him to the ropes and took him down with a double drop toe hold then double baseball slides against his head, tossing him to the ropes but where hit with double clotheslines. Vader was back on the assault, picking Benoit up and would toss him out of the ring while pulling Malenko to his feet and slammed him down, climbing the top rope and would splash down upon him with the Vader Bomb, covering for three.
Vader and Bambam were eliminating everyone as Vader rose up, turning around and was staring into the eyes of Hawk from LOD. Vader would flex out as did Hawk as they would start to slug it out with Vader getting the upper hand. Vader got him to the corner, punching at him and tossed him hard to the ropes, swinging for a clothesline but Hawk would duck, hitting Vader with a flying shoulder tackle. Vader was rocked as Hawk did it two more times, nearly knocking the big man down as he tagged in Animal as they would both hit him, knocking him down. They picked him up and tossed him to the ropes, using their superior strength and hit a back bodydrop.
Animal was in charge now, stomping and beating upon Vader ,tossing him to the ropes and was able to nail a powerslam, covering for two. Animal pulled him to his feet but took a quick suplex from Vader whom rose up, calling him on and started to punch at his stomach and face, tossing him hard to the ropes and dropped him with a spine buster covering for two. Vader would then tag Bambam in, tossing Animal to the ropes whom ducked the clothesline and dropped them with a flying double.
Animal rolled, slowly crawling over and tagged Hawk in whom went after Bambam, bashing his head ten times into the turnbuckle, slamming him down with ease and climbed the top rope, leaping and took him down with a shoulder tackle, rising up and yelled out, calling him up and would drop him with an atomic drop then a neck breaker, finishing him with a running powerslam, covering for two. Hawk would stomp on him a bit, pulling him to his feet and tossed for a back bodydrop but Bambam carthweeled aside, bouncing off of the ropes and dropped Hawk with a bulldog, covering for two. Bambam rose up, tossing him to the corner, ramming his head a few times into his stomach, placing him on the top rope as both of them would start to slug it out again. Bambam fell flat upon the mat as Hawk balanced himself right when Priceless came out from the announcers table, yelling at him though Hawk would jump, catching Bambam with a double axe, covering for two. Hawk got to his feet, calling him up and would pick him up, ramming him into the turnbuckle and tagged Animal in as they both would punch at him, placing him on the top rope and tossed him from the top, watching Vader enter and dropped him with a double flap jack hard upon the mat as Vader rolled out.
Animal would place Bambam on his shoulders as Hawk would climb the top rope, ready for the Doomsday Device when Vader was lucky enough to get back into the ring and pushed Animal, forcing Bambam to hit Hawk off the rope to the floor. The ref went to check on him while Vader grabbed Animal from behind and hit a release german suplex then he and Bambam finished him off with a double flat liner, kicking him to the outside. Hawk would roll himself back into the ring where Vader caught him, hitting a Death Valley Driver where Bambam climbed the top rope hitting his falling headbutt then Vader the VaderBomb, rolling off as Bambam would cover for one...two...no!
Hawk had fight left in him as Bambam went after him, pushing him to the corner and ran for a big splash when Hawk clotheslined him down, tackling him it seemed as Hawk would fall flat on his knees, crawling to his corner though there was no Animal whom was struggling to pull himself up. Hawk was at his corner when Bambam came back to life, tagging Vader in whom pulled Hawk from the corner, locking in a dragon sleeper. Hawk was quickly starting to fight back, ramming his elbows into Vader and back suplexed him to the mat. Animal was on the apron, just needing to stand and reach for his tag partner. Hawk would move towards him and reach for the tag when Priceless grabbed Animal from the floor and did a double powerbomb upon the floor. Hawk was just inches from him, yelling at Priceless though was hit with a big splash from Vader from behind as he would stumble back to the mat, Vader climbing the top rope and flew, hitting the Vadersault for one...two....three.
"Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match and number one contender for the Tag Team Titles, the team of Bambam Bigelow and Vader."
They would celebrate for a moment or two, rolling out of the ring as LOD was laid out, Priceless entering the ring with a mic in hand, more so, DiBiase as they stood over the fallen Hawk.
"Greatest Tag Team ever? I don't think so. That was your chance Road Warriors, now you just have to live with it."
Rhodes would then take the mic from DiBiase.
"We are...the greatest tag team in the World, The Prodigy Ted DiBiase, the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes, and to quote another fallen tag team....if you're not down with that..we have two words for you......Price Less."
The fans were not happy with that as they would leave the ring, LOD just laying in their wake, beaten and battered. In the back however, Kevin Kelly was about to conduct an interview.
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen with me right now, you saw him at Super Card, he is the Man they call, Sting. Now Sting you came so close to winning your event at SuperCard, we here and fans all around the world want to know how you're taking that loss?
Sting woul look at him with cold eyes, a blank stare almost as if he didn't even hear the question. It took him a moment before he even blinked, lowering his head answering the question.
"In an event so grand that it surpasses every other event in the world, Sting, got beat. I'm not here...to point fingers but I will say this...I'm a Horsemen, and that means, you're a cut above the rest. Where the Stinger failed, he will compensate, so I'm putting the champions on notice right now. Punk.....Bourne.....Hardy....I don't care what title you hold, you're looking at the best here in the NWA and if you want to get anywhere, you have to go through the Stinger. Maybe, just maybe, I'll see one of you tonight. You fans want to know how I feel about my loss? I feel great, because now I know, the Stinger has a lot to do before he can step into that ring in the rematch..of the century."
Sting would slowly turn and started to leave, walking off camera completely as Kevin brought us back in from camera, he himself ready to sign off when, Ricky Steamboat came into the camera, looking on towards Sting, slowly, shaking his head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship."
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The belt was raised as both women met in the center of the ring, Nattie wearing her usual Pink and Black as the bell sounded and both girls locked up. Nattie pushing Lita to the corner with ease, breaking off with a grin. Lita charged at her, locking up but was placed in a headlock, tossing Nattie off. She bounced off of the ropes, knocking Lita down with three shoulder blocks, picking her up after the third for a gorillia press and slammed her down, bouncing off of hte ropes and nailed a dropkick then a backsuplex, pushing her back to the corner and would stomp and punch at her, eventually tossing her with a hiptoss from the corner then clotheslined her out of the ring, proving ring dominance.
Lita would roll back inside, locking up again and was pushed back, rolling along the mat and quickly struck again, locking up until Nattie grabbed her in a headlock, tossing Lita to the ropes and dropped her with a snapmare then a headlock, wrenching in. Lita would struggle a bit, eventually getting to her feet until Nattie would drop her with a sleeper suplex, locking the fingers for two.
Lita staggered to her feet and was clotheslined out of the ring again as Nattie went out after her, pulling her up by the hair and would toss her into the ring, sliding inside and would wait, hitting Lita with a TBone suplex then an Exploder Suplex, nearly turning her inside out as she pulled her to her feet, tossing her hard to the ropes, picking her up for an Alabama Slam and dropped her down, quickly hitting a jackknife pin for two.
Nattie rose up first, stomping upon Lita until pulling her up by the hair, pushing her to the ropes, tossing her then pulled back, swinging with a clothesline as Lita would duck, quickly hitting a school girl for two. Both girls rose with Lita hitting a jaw jacker, stunning Nattie for a moment and dropkicked her to the corner, kicking at her midsection a few times until backing away and crashed with a body splash, dropping her down with a mandara twist, placing Nattie in a spinning leg lock.
She would wrench and twist, hearing her slam her fist upon the mat as Nattie eventually kicked out, pushing Lita off and rose to her feet, catching a spinning headscissor and was tossed through the ropes to the floor, crashing with a thud. Lita held her head, waiting for the right moment and would run hard, saulting over the ropes with a sunset flip plauncha, crashing upon Nattie below. Lita was the first up until Nattie picked her up and rammed her back first into the post then picked her up and literally tossed her into the ring. Lita would roll around some as Nattie scaled the top rope, waiting and leapt though caught a dropkick square in the face.
The tides were turned again as Lita pulled herself up, waiting in the wings and would kick Nattie to the ropes, trying to toss her but was irish whipped herself, sliding under a clothesline and went for another school girl. Nattie held her ground and went to sit on her but Lita quickly moved aside, bouncing off of the ropes and did a dropsault right in her face, covering quickly for two.
Lita had to score some big time offense as she rose up, bouncing off of the ropes again trying for a spinning headscissor but Nattie held on, pulling Lita up and went for a running powerbomb though Lita was able to flip with a hurricanrana, tossing Nattie out of the ring to the floor. Lita rose up fast and would bounce off of the ropes trying a flying cross body to the outside though Nattie caught her and quickly did a belly to back suplex right into the crowd, tossing LIta with authority. It took Lita a moment to pull herself up as she was suplexed right upon the floor then tossed back into the ring as Nattie rolled in, picking Lita up then slammed her down with one palm, almost a one handed spine buster as she would cover for two.
Nattie rose to her feet, dragging Lita up and would slam her down hard upon the mat, climbing the middle rope and dropped a Bret Hart style elbow not once, but twice, turning Lita over and would place her in a boston crab. Lita would hit the mat, trying to break free but Nattie held on tight, wrenching on her back a little bit, eventually breaking the hold but placed her in a clutch. Lita would struggle once again to get free until Nattie broke the hold but sitting on her, slowly pulling her up and locked her in a full nelson, swinging her around until pulling her up and slammed her with a full nelson slam. Nattie bounced off of the ropes, droping two strong elbows then a falling knee, pulling her up by the hair and locked in a full nelson suplex pin for two.
Nattie rose slow, taking Lita down with a russian leg sweep, a swinging neck breaker and woudl work on the back with back breakers and shoulder breakers, pushing Lita to the corner, bashing her head into the turnbuckle and slowly placed her on top. Nattie climbed up and tried for a back suplex from the top though Lita knocked her down with a back elbow, hearing her crash below. Lita was perfectly set as she would leap for a Litasault though Nattie caught her, quickly placing her upon her shoulders and went for a powerslam when Lita countered with a headscissor, tossing her right into the corner face first.
Lita moved quick, placing Nattie upon the top rope and would drop her down with a super reverse DDT, crashing down hard upon the mat, covering for two. Lita pulled herself up, waiting and would punch and kick at her, moving her to the corne rand would start a ten count punch until Nattie countered with a running powerbomb, covering for two.
Nattie rose up, knowing she had to end this for sure, picking Lita up whom fought back like a wild fire, punching and kicking to her, tossing her hard to the ropes, leaping and dropped her down with a thez press. Lita rose up, climbing the top rope and would drop her down with a cross body, rolling off and would wait, calling her up and kicked low, going for the Twist of Fate, spinning around until Nattie tossed her to the ropes ducking for a back body drop but Lita hit a sunset flip as both girls would rolll, trying to pin the other. Both girls rose as Lita went for another Twist of Fate but was picked up and slammed hard upon her face, turned over as Nattie grabbed at her legs, quickly locking in the Sharpshooter, turning LIta over.
Lita would hit and growl trying to fight out of it, Nattie having it locked in real good, tourquing on her as Lita tried to break out, trying to reach for the ropes. Nattie woudl keep pulling her to the middle of the ring. Lita had no choice but to slowly push herself up, starting to weasle her way back. Lita would slowly twist her body, making it hard for Nattie to hold on, having to break the hold as Lita turned around and kicked her off, slowly trying to get to her feet. Nattie would charge at her, ramming her hard into the turnbuckle, ramming her shoulders into her stomach until Lita pulled up, wrapping her legs around her and rolled forward for a quick pin for two.
Both girls rose, punching at each other with Nattie winning the exchange, kicking to the gut and picked Lita up for a brainbuster but she fought free, turning Nattie around and quickly hit the Twist of Fate for one..two...No Nattie's foot caught the rope. She rose up and would pull Nattie over some, climbing the top rope and would leapt for the Litasault but crashed hard upon the mat as Nattie rolled and rose up, dropping her with a tornado DDT from a standing position, covering for two.
Nattie hit the mat, pulling Lita to her feet and would clothesline her over the ropes, watching her hit the apron. Lita would hold onto the rope, pulling herself up as Nattie went to suplex her inside the ring. Lita would block, grabbing Nattie by the hair and would run, bashing her head into the turnbuckle, quickly climbing the top rope and would drop her with diving tackle, rising up quickly, dizzy but in control, going for another Twist of Fate but Nattie blocked, trying for a back suplex though Lita landed on her feet, ducking a clothesline and hit a victory roll for two. Both girls rose again, Lita catching an insiguri across the back of her head, dropping her down and would climb the rope again, trying the Litasault, landing on her feet as Nattie rolled again, swinging with a clothesline as Lita countered with a crucifix pin for two.
So damn close as both girls rose up though Nattie would trip Lita down, trying for the Sharpshooter but Lita fought out, pushing Nattie back, bouncing off of the ropes and caught her with a dropkick, knocking her into the corner and would crash into her, tossing her with a monkey flip, climbing the rope quick and dropped her with a Litacanrana, keeping Nattie guessing and dizzy, kicking low for a DDT when Nattie pulled her up and tossed her with ease, watching Lita smack upon the mat. She bounced up, holding her stomach as Nattie grabbed her for an atomic drop though Lita quickly countered it right into the Twist of Fate, turning her over for one...two...three!
"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, Lita."
The crowd was a buzz indeed as Lita just barely squeaked out of that one, rising to her feet with her title in hand, Nattie rising up just seconds away from kicking out it seemed as the better Angel on this night was Lita. Lita and Nattie would stare each other down in the middle of the ring getting a standing ovation from the crowd, perhaps setting a new standard in the Angel's Division of the NWA as Nattie rose Lita's hand in victory but told her, it wasn't over, leaving the ring and let Lita have her spotlight...for now.
In the back, Evan Bourne was preparing for his match with Ultimo Dragon, doing some squats and stretches when he was visited by all people CM Punk. Bourne was a bit skeptical at first, watching Punk enter.
"Hey Bourne, I just came over to say good luck on your match tonight with Ultimo Dragon, he's a big time player, I should know. Kind of ironic in a sense, last year I was in a triple threat match for...that very title you hold over your shoulder and I lost. Last year you were the semi main event against Ultimo Dragon and lost. So if anything, this is a redemption Pay Per View for the both of us, I only hope, the end result is different."
Punk would then leave him as Bourne would look onward, not knowing what all of that was about, having to refocus. DM on the other hand had finally caught up with Priceless, opening their locker room door, a bit upset with them over something. They would look over towards him.
"Hey boss"
"Don't hey me. What the hell are you doing saying 'if you're not down with that."? What are you trying to do get me sued?"
"Relax boss relax, what's the worst that can happen? They'll come at us with a tank?"
"That's not the point, you two are Tag Team Champions you had better conduct yourselve like champions or-"
"Or what? You'll strip us of the titles and fire us so some other company can pick us up? Face it, there is no other tag team here that can defeat us nor anywhere else."
DM would look at them, narrowing his eyes a little bit.
"You two are on notice. I'm warning both of you. It would hurt NWA but if I have to, I will get rid of both of you, plenty of other tag teams out there ready to take your place."
"NWA's loss is someone else's gain...think about that before you pull the trigger."
Priceless would then leave the locker room with DM looking, a bit loss for words, gritting his teeth some. The bell would sound for the next match.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is a triple threat match and it is for the United States Championship."
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Punk would scan his opponents, cracking his neck some as he would stand in the center of the ring, looking to his opponents. Eddie woudl walk over to him, offering a hand shake. Punk would obligue but Eddie quickly pulled him and had him slide through the ropes to the floor. Eddie would shrug his shoulders as Perfect quickly hit a school boy for two. Both of them rose, exchanging blows until Perfect kicked him to the corner, chopping to the chest and tossed him to the other corner, taking him down with a clothesline from behind, covering for two. Perfect pulled Eddie up, tossing him to the ropes, ducking for a back body drop as Eddie would roll over him, bouncing off of the rope and dropped him with a dropkick, then an armdrag, then a drop toe hold and finished him with a snapmare, shaking his shoulders as Punk flew from the ropes, dropkicking Eddie outo f the ring. Punk would then stomp upon Perfect, pulling him up and would toss him to the ropes though took a hard kick to the face, placed in a small package for two.
Both men rose as Perfect would chop him to the corner then tossed him hard to the turnbuckle, crashing into Punk and tossed him with a monkey flip, calling him up and hit an armdrag, a body slam then a shin breaker, quickly locking Punk in a quick figure four. Punk would yell out, trying to break out of the hold. Eddie would climb the top rope, leaping and did a frog splash right on Punk as the ref would then start to count, Punk just barely breaking the count as Perfect released the hold. Punk would roll to the corner as Eddie would punch at him, placing him on the top rope and would chop him across the chest, climbing the top rope for a superplex though Punk would block, pushing him down though Perfect moved quick, climbing the top rope and would hit Punk with an armdrag, crashing down below, covering for two.
Perfect would drop Punk with a swinging neck breaker then a suplex, tossing him to the ropes and missed a clothesline as Eddie hit Perfect with a wheel kick but was clotheslined by Punk. Punk was now on the offense, kicking at Eddie with his feet, striking at his stomach and chest, kicking him to the ropes and would run at him though Eddie would duck, tossing him over the ropes to the floor though Perfect would then clothesline Eddie over the top rope.
Perfect would stand in the middle of the ring, taking a breather as Punk would slide in first, going after him. Punk would try with his kicks though Perfect would grab his leg, sweeping him down and would kick at the knee and stomped upon it, wrenching on it and would lock the ankle while driving his knee into the back of Punk's. He would yell out, trying to break free, using his free leg to kick Perfect off, rising up only to be clotheslined and slammed down a number of times, sitting up as Perfect would back up and ran, doing his signature reverse neck snap move, covering Punk for two.
Perfect rose up, tossing Punk to the ropes, dropping him with a back elbow, dropping a few elbows over him and would lock on a headlock. Punk rose to his feet, fighting free and pushed Perfect to the ropes, dropping him with a dropkick then a suplex, getting him out of the way as Eddie would jump off of the rope, catching Punk with a bulldog, turning him over for two.
Eddie pulled him to his feet, tossing Punk to the corner and would strike against him until Punk turned the tables, moving Eddie over and started to kick. Eddie would grab Punk's leg, sweeping him down and would do a half jackknife pin for two. Both men rose with Eddie giving Punk a wrestling lesson by taking him down with a multitude of headlock takedowns and headscissors, tossing Punk out of the ring though he landed upon the apron.
Punk grabbed him by the hair and would guillotine him against the ropes as Eddie fell back right into Perfect whom caught a german suplex for one...two..no. Punk quickly slid in the ring during that, nearly losing his title as he would strike at Perfect, pushing him to the corner and would start a ten count punch until Eddie pushed him out of the ring, watching him crash hard below. Eddie would whip Perfect to the corner but was countered right into a clothesline though Eddie countered it into a school boy for two.
Both men rose, Perfect dropping him with an inverted atomic drop then a standing wheel kick, climbing the top rope and yelled out, leaping for a cross body, catching Perfect whom rolled back covering Eddie for two. Both men rise agian, slugging it out back and forth with Eddie winning the exchange, tossing Perfect to the ropes trying for a back body drop when Perfect grabbed him by the hair and slammed him face first into the mat. Perfect was in control now, stomping on Eddie, slamming him down with a hammerlock slam then kept the lock on, digging his knee into his arm and spine. Eddie would yell out, trying to break free as Perfect would rise and drop the knee over and over again, eventually pulling up and dropped him with a back suplex on the arm, covering for two.
Perfect rose up first, pulling Eddie to his feet and wrenched upon the arm then then head, tossing him hard to the ropes, dropping him with a tiltawhirl backbreaker, covering again for two. Perfect looked over, seeing Punk on the apron as he would move over, grabbing him by the hair and would bash his head into the post, watching him fall flat to the floor again, going back over to Guererro and took him down with a spinning neck breaker. Perfect would continue to stomp on him, eventually pulling him up and went for the Perfectplex when Eddie fought out, kicking him in the stomach and dropped him with a flying clothesline, springing up and would wait, starting to fight back and went for the Three Amigos, only getting two however as Perfect would counter, hitting Eddie with a suplex of his own, breaking the chain as they would lock up, trying to push the other over when Punk climbed the apron, leaping off of the rope and hit them with a double clothesline.
Punk was back in the game, his lip bleeding some from the steel post as he would strike both of them at random, kicking Perfect down and would pick Eddie up for a suplex but dropped him upon the rope, having him dangle and snap back, picking him up and went for the GTS though Eddie fought out, getting behind him and snapped him in a sleeper. Punk would roll forward, tossing Eddie and would wait, sizing him up and swung hard with a kick but Eddie caught him in the jaw with an insiguri, nearly knocking him out as he would cover for one..two...no Perfect broke it up, pulling Eddie off. Eddie went for a mule kick but Perfect moved out of the way, quickly locking him in a boston crab. Eddie would try to reach for the ropes though Perfect had it locked in until Punk broke it up by hitting Perfect with a missle dropkick from the top rope, covering for two.
Punk rose up, watching Eddie rise up and would grab him from behind, placing him upon the top rope and would start to climb behind him, hitting at his back and was going to attemp a super german suplex though Eddie would block, holding onto the rope and knocked him down with his elbow, hearing Punk lay flat upon the mat. Eddie would position himself and would leap for the frog splash but missed as Punk rolled aside, quickly turning Eddie over and picked him up for the GTS when Perfect punched him square in the face. Eddie fell back as Perfect would hit Punk with a dropkick, causing him to be lowbridged over the ropes as Eddie had ducked. Perfect went right for him, kicking him low and went for the Perfectplex again though Eddie fought out, hitting now again the three amigos, beating his chest and climbed the top rope, looking down as he saw Punk starting to rise, jumping down and nailed him with a double ax, taking him out of the equation and moved back into the ring, climbing the apron when Perfect cut him off, suplexing him inside.
Eddie would counter, landing behind him and tried for a sleeper though Perfect fought out, dropping him with an inverted jaw jacker, stunning him for a moment and would hit him with the Perfectplex for one...two...no Eddie's foot caught the rope. Perfect was forced to break it, picking him up but was struck over the head with his foot then slammed down with a spinning bodyslam as Eddie would then climb the rope, hitting his chest and would sault, crashing down hard with the frog splash though Punk quickly slid in, grabbing Eddie by the hair and tossed him into the steel post, quickly covering Perfect for one...two..no!
Perfect kicked out and Punk was a bit impressed, nodding his head as he rose up, running to Eddie and bashed him with his knee to the jaw, locking his head and would run with the bulldog, landing on Perfect as Eddie would rise up and was kicked out of the ring. Punk would then signal that it was over, watching Perfect rise up and picked him up though he fought out. Perfect would then go for the Perfectplex though Punk would counter with a back bodydrop, turning him around and would pick him up again, hitting the GTS, covering him for one...two...three.
Punk would smile, rising up and would grab his title, raising it up and rolled out of the ring, holding the back of his head some as he would redeem himself from last year, smirking a bit as he would walk through the curtain. In the back, Jarrett was giving some last minute instructions on his match, having full confidence in his man against Goldberg. Also in the back we would pan to Jeff Hardy's locker room as he was preparing for his match against Kane though he looked as if he had a plan. The bell would sound for the next match.
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Haas would stand in the middle of the ring, looking around with a smirk upon his face, just waiting as they appeared to have a plan in mind as he would banter back and forth over how Goldberg wasn't even in the building, let alone near the same city. It was guys like Goldberg that came and left as they pleased and since he felt that he was no challenge, Goldberg decided to skip out.
"You see I told you that he wasn't going to show up. Goldberg is far too busy not being here. Some of you would say that he'd rather face someone whom is higher calibur, that's not the truth. Truth is he knows damn well that I could out wrestle him within an instant and he's scared, scared that the greatest pure wrestler in this business would cast a shadow upon him and steal his spotlight that he holds dear. That's why he chose not to show up and lets face it, if I was getting into the ring with me I wouldn't either. So ref...ring the bell and declare Charlie Haas as the-" [Play Out]
Goldberg's theme would hit. Goldberg came half way down the ramp when Jarrett would try and attack him from behind until Goldberg turned around and speared him quickly. Goldberg would then enter the ring as the bell would sound and Haas would charge in, taking a hard spear to the gut and hitting the mat. He would yell out, watching Haas rise to his feet and picked him up and dropped him down with a Jackhammer for one...two...three.
The match was as over just as fast as it started as the ref rang the bell. Before Roberts could announce the winner Goldberg was the kicked hard in the face by...Drew McIntyre. Drew would start to kick and stomp on him, working upon him and would attempt to hit him with the ScotDrop when Goldberg powered out, pushing Drew to the ropes and charged at him but Drew quickly slid out of the ring, backing away with Haas and Jarrett in tow. A victory nonetheless but Planet Jarrett appeared to have gained another member in that of Drew McIntryre. A video package would then release the next Pay Per View coming up, saying that all men may be created equal, however, they all are subject to....Sin! The bell would sound as it was time for the semi main event.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play out[
Bourne and Dragon were getting a loud ovation as both of them stood in the ring, shaking hands as the bell would sound. Both of them would dance around the ring, jocking for position until they locked up, Dragon placing Bourne in a hammerlock that was countered then countered again by Dragon. Bourne would try to fight out, trying a back elbow but Dragon would grab it and locked his fingers, having Bourne locked in an awkward quarter nelson/hammerlock as Bourne would struggle to get out. Dragon kept the lock on until he turned it into a suplex, having Bourne land on his arms and shoulders, rolling up and would sweep him down, locking in a leglock, trying to keep him immobilized. Bourne would grab the rope, forcing the hold to break as Dragon let go, waiting and would grab him with an irish whip, leapfrogging then dropped him with a backelbow, flipping to his feet and would take him down with spinning torture rack, dropping down with authority and would baseball slide Bourne to the floor.
Bourne would shake his head, rolling back into the ring as they would lock up again, Dragon quickly placing him in a Northernlight Suplex for two then a quick sambo suplex covering for two as Bourne rose to his feet, dodging a kick as he moved to the corner. Bourne had to be careful as he knew Dragon was being serious tonight, locking up with him again, pushing him to the ropes and would toss him, irish whipping him back and caught him with a hurricanrana though Dragon quickly twisted his body placing Bourne in an electric chair and fell forward, having Bourne smash face first upon the mat then given a facebuster for his efforts. Bourne rose up as Dragon would then size him up, kicking to his back and stomach, finishing him with a spin kick to the face, covering for two.
Both men rose up with Dragon tossing Bourne to the corner and started to kick at him with authority, placing him on the top rope and locked up, trying for a suplex from the top though Bourne fought back, refusing to give in and would strike Dragon down, leaping and caught him with a head scissor, tossing him and quickly bounced off of the rope, moving around at all angles to confuse him and dropped him flying cross body, rolling off and caught Dragon with a stiff knee to the jaw, stunning him to the ropes as he would sault at him, both men falling to the floor.
Bourne was the first up, kicking at Dragon along his body, tossing him to the ring but Dragon would snap back, tossing Bourne to the post though Bourne countered by springing off of the post with a moonsault, crashing upon Dragon on the floor. Bourne rose up first and would toss Dragon in the ring, climbing the top rope and would leap with his double knee lariat but missed, crashing hard upon the mat. Bourne held his knees, aching in pain as Dragon would strike at him, kicking and stomping to his knee and would lock in a spinning leglock, twisting at the knee. Bourne would fight, reaching and attained the rope, forcing the break but the damage was done as Dragon would drop a few knees against Bourne's leg, watching him rise and dropped him with three successful Dragonscrews, working at that knee, pushing Bourne to the corner and would set the knee up in the rope, kicking to it, eventually dropping him with a DDT, covering for two.
Bourne had some fight left as Dragon picked him up, placing him upon his shoulder for a torture rack, wrenching on him then would drop him with a samoan drop, climbing the top rope and would wait, dropping Bourne with a missile dropkick, covering again, for two. Dragon rose up, pulling Bourne to his feet and would toss him hard to the ropes, catching him with a sambo suplex, a drop toe hold then a spring board back elbow, nearly knocking him out as he bounced off of the ropes a final time, hitting a running moonsault, covering for two. Dragon rose him up, locking in a front face lock, ramming his knees into his head, eventually picking him up for an Insider's Edge though Bourne would roll forward, countering and caught Dragon in a pin for two.
Bourne rose up first, catching Dragon with a spinning neck breaker, kicking to his back and chest now a la Ultimo Dragon, swinging for the kick though Dragon caught him and tossed him for a capture suplex. Bourne quickly caught his footing, landing on the top rope and would moonsault down upon Dragon, covering quickly for two. Bourne now was on the offensive, pushing Dragon to the corner, kicking to his chest and knocked him down with a spin kick to the face, backing up and ran for a baseball slide though Dragon quickly grabbed the rope and flipping himself up to the rope, dropping Bourne with a Tornado DDT. Dragon then covered Bourne for one..two..no he still kicked out.
He rose to his feet, watching Bourne stagger up as he grabbed him from behind, trying for a german suplex but Bourne would leap forward, kicking Dragon back and woudl duck a clothesline as he lowbridged the rope. Dragon held on, Bourne and he punching back and forth with Dragon leaping and kicking Bourne square in the face, leaping off of the rope with a wheelkick, dropping him down. Dragon looked about ready to finish the game, watching Bourne rise and would lock him in a Dragon sleeper, forcing him to squirm. Bourne would flail a bit, finding the strength to flip his body over Dragon, getting behind him and would slam him down with the momentum, covering for two.
Bourne rose up, kicking to Dragon and would sweep him down, leaping in the air and dropped both knees upon his chest, rolling off and dropped Dragon down with a standing double knee lariat, rolling back and would wait, spring boarding from the rope and caught him with a head scissor, keeping him dizzy and would drop him with a flatliner, turning him over and quickly climbed the top rope and would leap, crashign down with the shooting star press, covering for one..two..no!
Dragon kicked out as that was Bourne's trump card a little bit shocked, slowly rising to his feet and would pull Dragon to his feet, kicking him low and went for the Asai DDT however it was blocked as Bourne was pushed off, bouncing off of the rope as Dragon caught him with a quick tiltawhirl back breaker, rising up and would grab Bourne, hitting him with a Dragonsuplex, covering for two.
Both men rose up, Bourne attempting a running insiguri but missed as Dragon waited, grabbing him from behind and would try a half nelson back suplex but Bourne landed on his feet, hitting a Japanesse Rolling Clutch for two. Both men rise again, locking up and trying to win the other over with Bourne hitting Dragon with a knee to the jaw, stunning him and hit a dropsault, flipping to his feet and dropped him with an armdrag then a flapjack, catching Dragon with a dragonsleeper now though that only lasted a moment as Dragon twisted his body, sliding out of it and hit Bourne low, quickly hitting the Asai DDT, covering him for one..two...no! Bourne kicked out, barely but he did kick out as Dragon knew what he had to do, pulling him to his feet and would place him on the top rope, punching at him and would try to lock on though Bourne would fight back, pushing him down and would drop down with a double knee lariat, catching it this time and would try for a hurricanrana but Dragon caught him, balancing and dropped him with a running powerbomb, covering for two!
Dragon rose up, hearing the crowd rise and chant out they didn't want this to end as Dragon waited, watching Bourne rise and would start to kick at him again, swinging for his spin kick but missed as Bourne would duck, grabbing Dragon from behind trying for a german though it was countered, Dragon then tried for one himself as Bourne would slip out, hitting the middle rope and would drop Dragon down with a diving sunset flip powerbomb, covering with a jackknife pin for one..two..NO!
He kicked out as Bourne was in shock, unable to believe that as he rose up, pulling Dragon to his feet as Dragon kicked him low, going for the Asai DDT one more time, fipping over and nearly landed it as Bourne would flip as well at the right time countering it with the Asai DDT as well, dropping Dragon down and would cover for one...two...three! Bourne won but just barely, having to counter at the last second as his hand was raised in victory. Bourne was lucky to say the least as the replay showed how it ended at least four or five times. Bourne would walk through the curtain as the cameras would then pan to the back with Jeff Hardy walking down the halls with title in hand, during his walk he was wished good luck by some of the passing stars, before turning a corner he was wished luck by one...Stephanie McMahon as Hardy would walk off and Steph...grinned as the cameras panned out. A video package was shown from last years Spring Stampede as Kane was assaulted by the Flock and burned while Hardy fought Kidman, the paths both of them took, Kane making a huge return and destroying everyone in his path while Hardy went through hell and back to attain the World Title. Each man in their own right goign through hell to get to this point. The fans were pushed back a little bit as stage hands had set up stands holding tourches that were set on fire around the ring, the object of course to set your opponent on fire. The bell would sound to start the match.
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Kane got about half way down the ramp when Jeff Hardy jumped him from behind, hitting him with a steel chair, knowing, he had to be sneaky to win this match. Hardy must have blasted Kane ten or more times with the chair, forcing him in the ring as he would belt him over the head six times with the chair until he fell over flat. Hardy would hand the title to the ref, watching Kane sit up and would dropkick the chair right in his face, setting the chair down upon his face and climbed the top rope, hitting a swanton bomb, crushing him.
Hardy rose up, a ball of fire to say the least, stomping on Kane to keep him down, backing away for a moment and slid out of the ring, finding another weapon being a kendo stick and slid into the ring. Hardy would swing the stick hard against Kane's back and stomach, hitting him across the back of the knee three times before he fell down hitting the stick over his head to knock him down again, thus, breaking the stick. Hardy tossed the debris aside, a changed man to say the least as he would look over to one of the torches and started to make his way towards them as Kane sat up.
Hardy would then make his way back to Kane, kicking at him to keep him down though the big red Monster got to his feet, grabbing Jeff by the throat and pushed him to the corner. Hardy would struggle to fight back though Kane set him on the top rope and would literally toss him from the ropes to the mat. Hardy rose up, taking a hard kick to the face, smearing his face paint as Kane grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up and flung him hard to the ropes, missing a big boot as Hardy countered with a running elbow. Hardy would continue to strike, hitting Kane with a jaw jacker, knocking him against the ropes and ran full speed. Kane would hit Hardy with a backbody drop though he landed on the apron, hitting Kane with a guillotine, snapping him back and would spring board off of the rope with a wheel kick. Kane caught his balance as Hardy would try again though Kane grabbed him by the throat, raising him up for a chokeslam. Hardy slid out, bouncing off of the rope and went for a spinning headscissor though Kane...blocked it, pulling Hardy up and slammed him face first into the mat, nearly bending him in half.
Kane would pull Hardy to his feet, tossing him hard to the corner three times, watching Hardy smack back, kicking him down on the third, bouncing off of the rope and hit a huge legdrop. Kane rose up, looking over and found the steel chair, pulling it up and would open it, setting it down upon the mat and pulled Jeff up by the hair, placing him in a powerbomb position and would slam him down hard upon the chair, breaking it in shambles. Hardy wasn't moving except for his arms in agony as Kane slid out of the ring, looking underneath and found a steel chain and a table, sliding that into the ring as Kane slowly entered.
Kane would wrap the chain around his fist, watching Hardy rise to his feet and would punch at him with authority, striking him over the head and throat, pushing him to the corner and wrapped the chain around his neck, placing him on top and literally swung him off like a catapault, watching Hardy smash upon the mat. Kane would signal that it was over, dragging him to his feet and would chokeslam him down upon the mat, hearing the chain rattle as he looked down to him, almost with, pity in his dark eyes, pulling the table up and would set it up with ease, turning around and picked Hardy up, placing him up for a gorillia press though Hardy would quickly counter with a DDT hard upon the mat, stunning the big monster.
Hardy would struggle to his feet as Kane sat up almost at the same time, rising to his feet and went after Hardy again whom kicked him in the knee, tripping him up in the corner and would start to punch at him until Kane pushed him off. Hardy just missed hitting the table, charging against until Kane caught him with a flapjack, having Hardy's face smack into the turnbuckle and snap back to the mat. Kane would rub his knee, sliding out of the ring again and pushed the time keeper out of his chair, grabbing his chair and would slide back into the ring. Kane held the chair in his palms ready to strike, swinging hard as Hardy would dodge, quickly climbing the rope and did a springboard dropkick, hitting the chair right in Kane's face, stunning him. Hardy then quickly grabbed the steel chain and would kick Kane to the corner, moving out of the ring and would wrap the chain around his neck, tying it around the post to keep him steady, making the best 'knot' he could, knowing it wouldn't hold Kane long.
Kane would reach back, trying to unhook the chain from the post and the ropes as Hardy would unfold the table, setting it down for a second and would hit Kane over the head with the chair, opening it up and set it in the middle of the ring, pulling the table up and set it against Kane. The fans knew what Hardy was going to do as he would run, using the chair as a tag team partner and hit Poetry in Motion right into the table, right into Kane. Kane would slump to the mat with the chain coming unwravled as Hardy would then stand upon the top rope and hit him hard with both feet, rolling back as Kane staggered up.
Hardy would call him on, going for the Twist of Fate though Kane pushed him off, swinging hard with a clothesline but Hardy would duck, climbing the rope and hit Whisper in the Wind, taking Kane down. The crowd was alive again as Hardy waited for the right moment, trying for another Twist of Fate but Kane would stop him with a backsuplex, having Hardy hit the apron on the outside to the floor. Hardy held his back in pain as Kane would slowly climb out after him, grabbing him by the throat and slammed him back first against the steel post, trying for a punch but hit the post with his fist as Hardy would duck. Hardy quickly climbed the apron, running for a Tornado DDT but Kane would block, pushing him off and charged though Hardy hit a drop toe hold, having Kane's face smash the steel stairs.
Hardy got a roar from the crowd, thinking he had a moment to breathe but like in a monster movie, Kane sat up. Hardy would jump off of the apron with a dropkick, hitting Kane right in the face, knocking the back of his head against the stairs once again. Hardy rose and knew he had a chance to end this as he went to one of the torches, making to pull it off of the stand as Kane, sat up again, stopping Hardy in his tracks, pulling him from the torch and tossed him into the ring. Kane slid in after him as Hardy would stomp and kick at him, to no effect as Kane pushed him back and Hardy came at him full speed though Kane grabbed him by the throat, slamming him down with a chokeslam.
Kane was back in it, moving over and found the chain, wrapping it around Hardy's throat and would toss him over the rope, choking him as Hardy would dangle, using the apron to stay alive as Kane would wrap the chain within the ropes. Kane then slid out of the ring, looking at one of the torches like it was an old friend, pulling it off of the stand and began to walk towards Hardy very slowly. Kane rose the torch up, the flames were hot like hellfire and he was going to strike Hardy with it though Hardy would kick the torch right into the face of Kane, causing him to drop it. Kane would rub his mask some, probably thanking the hellish gods he was wearing it as Hardy would kick Kane hard in the face again, stunning him for a moment as he weasled out of the chain and leapt for a double axe. Kane would catch him and rammed him hard into the barricade, breaking it wide open as Hardy would roll into the crowd. Kane would then pick the torch back up, slowly walking over as the ref quickly stood in the way, telling him no since the crowd was in danger. Kane, grabbed the ref and tossed him aside, going after Jeff as Hardy quickly, during the distraction jumped off of a standing part of the barricade, knocking Kane down to the mat.
Hardy would yell out, rolling back into the ring where it was safe for now, needing to collect himself as Kane sat up, going after him though Hardy would again work at the knee, chopping him down as he would drop Kane down with a Twist of Fate, rising to his feet, hearing the fans yell out to end it. Hardy would nod, moving over to the ropes and would reach, pulling a torch from it's stand, getting back into the ring where he would swing it down hard, missing as Kane rolled aside, grabbing him with his big palm though Hardy fought out, swinging again with the torch but was kicked down, losing it within his grip as the torch left his palm though was extinguished. Kane would rub his face some, looking down at Hardy with anger, pulling up the steel chair and waited, cracking it over Hardy's skull, watching his lifeless body drop upon the mat as Kane dropped the chair, now looking to end this match.
Kane would slowly cut his throat to end it as he pulled Hardy up, placing him in the chokeslam position but then stopped, setting him down then placed him in the gorilla press position, looking over towards the torch and would run, literally tossing Jeff out of the ring, over the torch upon the announce table, smashing it to pieces. The fans were screaming "Holy Shit' over and over again as Hardy lay there in shambles, Kane, standing in the ring with pure evil intensions, slowly sliding out of the ring and would pull Hardy by the hair, literally tossing him into the ring, a mere corpse now as Kane would then look under the ring, pulling out....a can. Hardy was out cold, just barely breathing as Kane would slowly enter the ring, popping the top of the can and would slowly drip the liquid upon Hardy's back, it was evident, what he was doing, the smell...was easy to detect as Kane would toss the can aside, having poured, gasoline over Jeff Hardy.
Now, it was getting serious as the fans were screaming and the ref quickly intervened, telling Kane, no, though Kane did not care, chokeslamming the ref to the floor. Kane would grab one of the remaining lit torches and would climb into the ring as another ref flew into the ring to stop this but Kane kicked him over the face and out of the ring. Kane was going to set Hardy on fire his way as the fans screamed out in terror as he rose the torch up and brought it down. Hardy quickly kicked stopped the torch with his hands, blocking it and fought for his life, struggling as the flames came dangerously close. Hardy would kick kick to Kane's head, able to find a way out of it, quickly rising to his feet.
Kane would go after him though Hardy would dodge, hitting a Twist of Fate right upon the chair on the mat, stunning Kane for perhaps a few moments, realizing with Kane tried to do and seemed to get angrier, climbing the top rope and would hit a swanton bomb upon the back of Kane's head. Kane would hold his head, rolling some in the gasoline and rose to his feet as Hardy went after him, punching at him and would knock him to the ropes. Kane was a bit looped as Hardy would grab the chair and swung hard, cracking it over Kane's skull, knocking him to the apron. Kane would rise up as Hardy went for the finishing blow but Kane grabbed him by the throat. Hardy acted quick, pulling Kane's mask up forcing Kane to quickly cover his face as Hardy would drop him with a rope guillotine as Kane would fall from the apron, smacking into one of the standing torches that would fall, landing upon Kane's back as he was then set on fire.
The bell would sound as Hardy was declared the winner as stage hands quickly flew down to the ring to put the torches out and Kane as the fans would rejoice as a staggering Jeff Hardy pulled himself to his feet, holding his title close to his chest, turning around to exit as Kane would kick him hard over the face. The bell would sound that the match was over but Kane could care less, hitting Jeff with two big chokeslams. Kane was going to break Jeff Hardy if it was the last thing he did, crossing his throat as the lights went out completely.
The fans would scream not knowing what was going on as Kane looked around once the lights came back on and there stood....Sting. Kane would slowly turn around, staring into the dark eyes of Sting as they would stare each other down. Kane would strike first but Sting would dodge, hitting Kane with heavy rights and lefts, knocking him to the corner and would hit two big Stinger Splashes, clotheslining Kane out of the ring. Kane would look on as he would slowly back away, rubbing the back of his head some in anger as Sting would gaze down at him, slowly turning to help Hardy. Hardy was in a daze as he would hit Sting with a quick Twist of Fate, dropping him in the center of the ring, swinging violently until he hit the corner, rubbing his face and looked on what he just did.
Hardy would place his hands upon his head, now realizing what he just did, quickly moving over to help Sting to his feet but was met with a Scorpion Death Drop square in the middle of the ring as Sting stood up, looking down at the current champion. In one fell swoop, Hardy may have dodged a bullet with Kane but on accident, he now made an enemy with Sting as Sting would loom over him with his ball bat in hand as the camera's would fade to black.