Post by DM on Jul 5, 2010 1:27:50 GMT
Dark Matches :
Great Muta def. Hurricane Helms
Yoshi Tatzu def. Stevie Richards
Goldberg def. William Regal
Kevin Thorn and Raven def. Paul Burchill and Bam Bam Bigelow
NWA Great American Bash 2010
Venue : Pepsi Centre in Albany New York
Theme : Livin' In America
TagLine : In Wrestling We Trust
The show opened up with a massive fireworks display lighting the arena, pumping the crowd up, as Todd Grisham took over the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most prestigious American tradition in professional wrestling: The Great American Bash!"
"Grisham, I've gotta say, I'm pumped up as hell to be here, I can't wait for the action to start, I'm fired up!!"
"Let's not waste any time and get to the master of ceremonies, Justin Roberts!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the opening bout is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is the finals of the NWA World Championship tournament! The winner of this match will compete against Jeff Hardy for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship in the main event tonight!"
[Play Out]
Anderson wasted no time, not even waiting for Punk to enter the ring as he hammered away quickly, wanting to become the NWA World Champion as much as anyone. Punk was backed into the corner as Arn shot him out sending him to the other corner, Punk's back blasting into the turnbuckle. Punk came out of the corner and was locked into a bearhug, Anderson squeezing the life out of Punk, picking him up off the ground. Arn was screaming at the ref, telling him that Punk was giving up, but Punk would have none of it. He fought long and hard, being locked in the bearhug for almost thirty seconds as he bit Arn's nose, breaking the hold. Punk came off the ropes, hitting a clothesline, but Arn wouldn't drop. He hit another one, still not knocking him down. He fired off the ropes one more time, but Arn backdropped Punk over the top rope, Punk came down on his feet. Arn turned around into a high kick to the side of the head, rocking him back to the center of the ring. Punk then springboarded off the top rope and blasted Arn with a knee to the face. He covered Arn for a solid two count.
Punk knew he had to keep on the move or he would be in trouble. He ran behind Anderson and attempted a bulldog, but Arn caught him in midair and muscled him up, suplexing him down on the back of his head. Arn picked Punk up by the hair and blasted his head into the turnbuckle time and time again. He nailed Punk with a reverse knife edge, to which the crowd "Woooo"ed in response. Arn was distracted by this, screaming at the fans as Punk used the opportunity to slide out of the ring to catch a breather. Anderson chased after him as Punk slid back into the ring. As Anderson climbed back into the ring, Punk caught him straight in the face with a baseball slide, causing Arn to bleed from the nose a little bit. Punk followed him outside and bashed his head into the apron, sliding Arn back into the ring. He would cover, but Arn's foot hit the rope at one.
Punk picked Arn up to his feet but was pushed back to the ropes, and as he came off, Arn leveled him with a clothesline that nearly took his head off. Arn went for the cover, 1...2... no, Punk barely kicked out. Anderson picked Punk up by the hair and lifted him up for a stalling vertical suplex, holding Punk up for several seconds before dropping him on his head, hitting a brainbuster instead! The crowd cringed as AA covered again, 1...2... NO! Punk kicked out, as the fans started to rally behind Punk, chanting his name.
"The fans here are behind CM Punk, Jesse! They're gonna have to will him on if they hope to have him win!"
"I don't think so, Todd. Anderson's just too strong, too cunning for CM Punk!"
Arn locked Punk in a hammerlock, and lifted Punk into the air, holding him up, trying to make him submit. Punk was able to wriggle his way out as he decked Arn in the face with stiff rights and lefts, spinning around and hitting a backhand to the jaw as Arn was rocked into the corner. Punk charged in hitting a knee straight to the mouth as the blood continued to slowly drip from the nose of Anderson. Punk hooked the head and ran full speed, hitting a bulldog out of the corner! Punk raced over to Arn for the cover... 1... 2... no! Anderson shot his right shoulder off the mat, kicking out. Punk then ran to the corner, ascending to the top. He waited for Arn to get up and leapt off for a missile dropkick, nailing Arn dead in the face! 1...2... no!! Anderson was still able to kick out, as Punk looked at the referee with disbelief. Punk signalled the end, putting his hands to his cheek, calling for the GTS.
Punk lifted Arn onto his shoulders as Arn would elbow Punk across the side of the head time and time again, breaking the hold. Arn pushed Punk to the ropes, setting up for the AA Spinebuster, but Punk hooked the rope, staying on the other side. Arn charged at him, getting a boot in the mouth, being stunned. Punk lifted him up again for the GTS and launched him up... but Arn landed on his feet and caught Punk's knee, lifting him up and blasting him down with the Spinebuster!! Arn covered Punk for 1... 2... the ref stopped the count, seeing Punk's hand holding the bottom rope! Arn got up, pissed off at the referee, telling the referee "Fuck you!" as he went to the outside. He looked underneath the ring and pulled out a tire iron, wanting to destroy the hell out of Punk. He re-entered the ring, and the referee stood in front of him, screaming at him not to do it. Anderson pushed the referee away, lifting the tire iron up, as Punk rolled him up in a small package! 1... 2... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CM Punk!!"
Arn was pissed off as he was taken out of the World Title contention as he threw the tire iron down on the mat, and waited for Punk to turn around, nailing him with a spinebuster straight in the center of the ring. Several NWA officials flew out to the ring, but when they approached, Arn picked up the tire iron, causing them to back off. He picked Punk up again and launched him to the ropes, hitting a third spinebuster hard in the ring, shaking the ring with the impact. Arn picked up the tire iron once more as General Manager BM's voice was heard over the microphone as he flew out from the back:
"ARN!!! ARN!!! Don't you even think about it, Anderson! I swear to you, Anderson, I don't care how famous you are, or how bad you are, if you nail Punk with that tire iron, there WILL be repurcussions!"
Arn would turn around and laugh, blasting Punk over the head with the tire iron, knocking him straight out, busting him open across the forehead. The crowd would begin to boo wildly, as BM screamed for security to get Arn out of the ring. Anderson would comply, leaving the ring cooperatively, as he passed by BM, he smiled devilishly, knowing that the damage was done.
Punk would start to rise to his feet, blood flowing out of his forehead, as he dropped down to the canvas, sliding out of the ring. He stood up on his feet, but quickly dropped to the floor, as referees came to his aid, holding him up as he was nearly limp. As the referees helped Punk to the back, BM stormed to the back, the main event of the night in severe jeopardy.
[Play Out]
Misawa stood in the ring, taking his robe off slowly and tossed it aside as Gurerro smirked at him, waiting for the right moment to strike as they locked up. Guerrero would drop and toss Misawa around dropping him with hip tosses and armdrags, keeping the pace quick. Misawa was unable to keep up as Guerrero got him to the corner, kicking at him and tossed him with a monkey flip. Guerrero then got behind him, catching a bulldog and kept up with dropkicks, eventually clotheslining him out of the ring.
Guerrero beat his chest, calling him back in the ring as he waited, Misawa rolling into the ring as they locked up again, Guerrero behind Misawa then Misawa behind Guerrero, both trying to out do the other as Guerrero got behind him and quickly went for a victory roll though Misawa countered rolling up for two. Misawa took control with a quick drop toe hold into a headlock, wrenching and twisting as he pulled him up, tossing him to the ropes, trying a hiptoss though Guerrero would follow through with an armdrag himself, charging full speed though was flapjacked to the turnbuckle as Misawa quickly hit a german suplex for two.
Misawa was in control now as he would keep Eddie down with submission locks forcing Eddie to rise to his feet and weasle out, tossing Misawa to the ropes but was dropped with a shoulder block. Misawa came off the ropes but was caught in a hurricanrana for two. Eddie kept the quick pace, taking him down with dropkicks, grabbing a hold of Misawa's arm did a springboard arm drag, catching a cross body for two.
Eddie was the first up, climbing the rope and waited, leaping and caught Misawa with a sunset flip for two. Eddie rose up and bounced from the ropes again, trying for a spinning wheel kick though Misawa caught him and dropped him with a capture suplex, following up with a sambo suplex then a torture rack, turning that into a back breaker covering for two.
Misawa took his time, picking at the parts of Eddie, working at the leg then the knee then the ankle, doing it systematically. Misawa would twist and pull at the knee, placing it over the rope and would drop a few elbows, locking in a half crab. Eddie would twist his body, kicking out of it though was under heavy assault as Misawa kicked him square in the jaw to the floor.
Misawa slowly climbed the top rope, waiting and came down with a double axe, taking a dropkick to the jaw. Eddie rose first though Misawa fought back, ramming his knee into the steel stairs then picked him up and slammed him knee first into them, breaking the count then rolled back out, slamming Eddie's knee against the guard rail, actually locking his boot within the rail and started to stomp and kick at it. Pulling away slowly he would toss Eddie back into the ring, climbing the top rope and dropped him with a missile dropkick, covering for two.
That wouldn't slow him down as he locked Eddie in a half nelson suplex, knocking him to the corner and rammed his knee into his midsection, placing him upon the top rope and struggled to lock him again. Eddie would fight back, knocking him down and tried to stand but his knee gave up, giving Misawa a chance to drop him with a dragonscrew from the top rope then quickly locking in an STF.
Eddie would yell out but wouldn't give up, able to get to the ropes as Misawa pulled him up, placing him on his shoulders for a wheel barrel slam, turning it into a backbreaker with the knee, covering again for two. Eddie still had fight left as he was pushed to the corner, knife edge chops met hard across his flesh as he was pulled out though Eddie ducked the clothesline, quickly springboarding off of the rope with a diving clothesline, catching some momentum.
He rose up, hitting his chest some, tossing Misawa to the ropes and took him down with a climb up ensiguri then an Oklahoma roll for two. Eddie rose up, catching Misawa with a wheel kick then a sunset flip dropkick, waiting for the right moment and caught a springboard headscissor, tossing him around. Eddie had control, beating his chest and picked him up though Misawa kicked low to the knee then jerked it right out, dropping him and quickly locked in a figure four. Eddie yelled out, using all the strength he had and turned it over getting to the rope.
Misawa broke out, kicking Eddie low and would lock him, pulling him for the Tiger Driver though Eddie would block, dropping his body down the did a standing back body drop, catching a breath and would duck a clothesline, dropping Misaway with a back elbow, rising up and would somehow even with a bad knee do the Three Amigos, quickly climbing the top rope leaping for the Frog Splash and missed! Eddie held his stomach as he pulled himself up as Misawa grabbed him and dropped him down with the Emerald Flowsion covering for one...two...three. Misawa was declared the winner of that match, slowly rolling out of the ring with a grin upon his face, making his way to the back as cameras caught up with the general managers. Though they were not giving any one on one interviews at the moment, what could be heard was that Punk was severely injured in his match with Anderson and that Jeff's opponent may have to be a fill in. While it was an unpopular decision, it was one that had to be made as soon as possible.
In the back reports were flying out the door that CM Punk's eye was in horrible shape and that the doctors were reccommending that he not enter his match against Jeff Hardy however these were still early reports. The general managers were going crazy over what they would have to do, not wanting to cancel the main event as DM was leaning against the wall, thinking as Drew McIntyre came into camera.
"You wanted something?"
"So sad to see that some ROH reject got injured and costing you yer main event match is it not? Ironic that he cheated to win his match with me and he's hurt in his big match."
"Drew....not now, I'm really not in the mood."
"Den I won't take up yer time, I just wanted to be able to pick my title shot spot tonight."
"Fine do whatever you need to do Drew, I have bigger things on my mind."
Drew would smirk as DM walked off, having to figure something out for the main event. The bell would sound for the next match to break the silence.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall will be contested in a steel cage!"
[Play Out]
The girls would stand in the ring, eyeing each other ready for battle as Vampriss and Victoria attacked Nattie, double teaming her as they pushed her to the ropes, tossing her hard but were dropped with a double clothesline. Nattie pulled Vampriss to her feet, tossing her hard into one side then the other side of the cage, dropping her with a back suplex, locking up with Victoria and pushed her to the corner, hitting her with hard chops to the chest and forearms to the head, hiptossing her out and dropped her with a tackle.
Nattie was looking to end it quick heading for the door as Vampriss grabbed a hold of her ankle, actually using her to pull herself up and hit a jaw jacker, stunning her as she ran for the door. Nattie caught her and ran full speed into the cage wall slamming her then just tossed her off, finishing her with a dropkick, forced to lock up with Victoria.
Both girls jocked for position as Nattie pushed her back, ducking a clothesline and dropped down with a neck breaker then a russian leg sweep, slowly making her way to the door as Vampriss was able to sweep her leg out. Vampriss was the first to her feet, dropping a few knees across Nattie's wrenching and twisting at it a little bit, pulling her away from the ropes and locked in a quick leglock, smashing the knee against the mat. Vampriss enjoyed that for a moment as Victoria grabbed her from behind with a double underhook suplex for two.
Both women rose up, slugging it out for a moment until Victoria hit a hard haymaker, tossing Vampriss to the ropes and caught a whirling death valley driver, covering for two. Victoria saw Nattie rising and went after him, stomping at her a bit, ramming her head into the turnbuckle and forced her to straddle the rope, placing her in the tree of woe position, grabbing Vampriss and rammed her right into Nattie, watching both women fall to the mat.
She smirked as Vampriss came back at her with recoil getting dropped with a tilt a whirl backbreaker then quickly applying a triangle choke. Vampriss would kick and flail, unable to get to the ropes even with her long legs, screaming out as Victoria had it locked in, slowly starting to drag her to the door, seeming to want to break the hold and quickly escape. That plan would have worked if Nattie hadn't grabbed Vampriss by her ankles and dragged her back, quickly locking in a figure four.
Vampriss was stuck, screaming out in pain as Victoria and Nattie held on like two cobras over a mouse. Eventually Victoria let go of the hold and would sprint for the door, nearly getting out as Nattie broke the hold, quickly pulling her in by the hair. Victoria fought back, raking the eyes then dragged them across the ring rope, pushing her to the corner and rammed her shoulders hard into her abdomin, striking across her head and pulled her back, trying for a flapjack though Nattie blocked, grabbing Victoria and tossed her into the cage with a release double underhook suplex.
Nattie pulled herself to her feet, shaking her arm some as she turned but was dropped with a falling arm breaker as Vampriss would capitalize with a fujiawa armbar, wrenching and pulling for as long as she could. Vampriss rose up with a grin, climbing the top rope and came sailing down with a dropsault, catching her right in the jaw, quicking running to Victoria whom was pinned between the ropes and cage, hitting her with a cross body block.
Vampriss pulled herself away, going back to Nattie, working on the leg and knee then followed up on the arm and shoulder, wanting to keep her down. Vampriss pulled her up and placed her on the top rope, climbing up and started to punch at her, trying to lock in a DDT though Nattie would block. Vampriss would continue to try until Victoria got under her, locking her arms around her. Vampriss was in trouble as Victoria pulled back with a german suplex while Nattie caught Vampriss with a rolling neck breaker from the top rope at the same time.
Nattie and Victoria rose up though the champion scored first blood with a kick to the gut then locking in a front face lock. Nattie struggled to fight out until she was rammed head first into the steel mesh then was grated across it. Victoria took pleasure in that, droping her with a piledriver then turned her attention to the door, slowly making her way to it until Vampriss held upon her ankle.
She would struggle a bit, trying to get out though she was pulled back right into a clothesline. Vampriss then went for door herself, pushing it open and would start to move as Victoria grabbed a hold over her, now fighting with her to get out as both girls were scrambling. Vampriss would reach over, grabbing a hold of the door and would slam it shut hard across Victoria's head, knocking her back into the ring as she went to step out as Nattie held upon her other leg. Vampriss would flail, trying to reach the floor as Nattie would jerk back hard, catching her in a belly to belly suplex, all three girls back into the ring.
Nattie was the first one to her feet, shaking her head a bit as Vampriss locked her in a sleeper hold, wrenching on her and twisting until dropping her with a modified bulldog. Vampriss smirked, going for a cover but only caught a two, shaking her head and rose up, tossing Nattie to the ropes and took her down with a droptoe hold then a quick headlock, smirking until she was pulled off by Victoria, whom was bleeding from her head.
She wore a crimson mask of rage as she would scream out, running at full speed and rammed Vampriss into all four sides of the cage, grabbing her by the hair and would start to swing her, letting go as she would roll into the cage then was hit with a baseball slide into the ribs. Victoria was enraged, pulling her by the hair and dropped her with a standing hurricanrana, covering for two. Victoria gave the ref an evil stare as he backed off, pulling Vampriss by the hair and bashed her head into the turnbuckle, placing her on top and went to superplex her, though Vampriss kicked her down, quickly, starting to scale the cage.
Victoria would start to chase after her, grabbing her by the leg but was kicked off again though that didn't stop her from climbing up, both girls getting to the top and started to punch back and forth, either of them ready to fall. Back and forth they would punch, claw and even bite at each other until Nattie climbed up after them, now on the inside of the cage trying to pull them back in. Both of them formed an uneasy alliance and kicked at her in the chest, knocking her down to the rope though Vampriss spit in Victoria's eye.
Quickly she would hop over the cage but wasn't able to go far with Victoria latching on, moving over the cage herself. Both women would slug at each other, trying to push the other back inside so they could climb down, Victoria taking the iniative and hit her with a headbutt as both girls let go and fell.....though grabbed by the hair from Nattie, holding on tightly. They would kick in agony as Nattie would slowly pull them back up, forcing them back on the top of the cage.
All three women were on top, slugging it out with each other, neither of them wanting to give up, wanting to win this match as the crowd was on their feet, unable to pick a side until Vampriss and Victoria formed another alliance, trying to hit Nattie down. It was flawed as Nattie would block and counter punch, grabbing both of them by their heads and slowly climbed up and would force them back into the ring doing a double superplex from the top of the cage, crashing down hard.
The crowd was going nuts, screaming out as all three girls laid flat upon the mat as Nattie was the first to move, covering Victoria for one...two...no! Just having the strength to stand up, Nattie pulled herself up, getting in her father's famous position, ready for a tackle and charged in. Victoria would side step as Vampriss got taken down and hard. Nattie rose up, caught in a full nelson slam as a bloody Victoria climbed the top rope, staggering some and leapt with a moonsault, crashing down upon Nattie for two.
Victoria was close but had to end it as she pulled Nattie up, kicking her low then went for the Widows Peak, pulling Nattie up and went to lock it in, though Nattie was able to counter, landing on her feet and reached back, grabbing Victoria by her head and pulled her up over her back then slammed her down face first. Nattie leaned back, panting some from that as she would swing for a clothesline though Victoria would duck, bouncing off of the rope and came with a bicycle kick though Nattie would block, sweeping her down then quickly, locked in the Sharpshooter.
Victoria was screwed, stuck in the middle of the ring as Nattie had it latched on, yelling at her to tap out as the fans started stamping, half for Nattie the other for Victoria. Victoria would slowly claw, reaching for the rope but Nattie refused to budge, torquing and twisting as Victoria yelled out. The ref kept asking if she wanted to give up, very audibly you heard "No...No Dammit!" Nattie leaned back though Victoria pushed back, using her arms and would twist her body, able to roll a little bit to relieve the pressure though Nattie held on, locking it in even tighter as the ref would ask Victoria again if she gave up, quickly rising up and called for the bell.
"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and New NWA Women's Champion.....Vampriss..Katie Lea Burchill!"
The announcers both said 'What?" and the fans were in shock as was Nattie as rising from the floor with the title was Vampriss, holding the title proud, able to sneak out the door during the submission hold with Nattie's back turned. The replay would show that a few times as it was official, Nattie just laying there in shock, so close but so far as Vampriss was declared the new champion...for the second time heading to the back.
Lord Alfred Hayes was in the locker room with the reigning Tag Team Champions.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with the World Tag Team Champions, Ted DiBiase Jr., and Cody Rhodes. Now, gentlemen, we're moments away from your Tag Team Title defense against the unbelievable duo of Rick Rude and John Morrison. Any last thoughts before your big match here tonight?"
DiBiase spoke up.
"You know Alfred, I don't know where, or why the NWA General Managers went to a male strip joint to pick these two guys up, but whatever they do on their own time is their own business. Furthermore, I don't know where these two chippendales who spend more time looking in the mirror than they do looking at a wrestling ring got the idea that they can even wrestle. I mean, look at us. Ted DiBiase Jr. Cody Rhodes. Our names already make us legends. And while our opponents may get all the ladies with their "Sex Appeal", just remember... looks fade away over time. But money... money grows. And believe me when I tell you... money always wins over looks. And tonight we're going to prove that, when we defeat Rick Rude and John Morrison, lock, stock, and barrel."
[Play Out]
The bell rang and the match began as Cody Rhodes and John Morrison started it off. The two circled each other for about a minute before locking up, camera flashes everywhere, and women squealing in the crowd as Rhodes locked in a headlock, and switched over to a hammerlock. Morrison reversed the hammerlock into a hammerlock of his own, but Rhodes dropped down and countered with a drop toe hold, perhaps schooling Morrison in the ways of wrestling. Morrison got back to his feet as Cody looked at him in disgust. Morrison just nodded and smirked a little, his confidence growing as they locked up again. Rhodes quickly locked in another headlock and dragged John down, but was countered into a quick headscissor, which Rhodes broke out of instantly. They both got back up and stared holes through each other before meeting in the center of the ring, talking a little trash.
"Well Jesse, who do you give the edge to in this one?"
"I give it to Priceless. They're the champs, they've been together longer, they can function as a unit, and as much as I like Morrison and Rude because of their amazing bodies, even though they can't match up to the original "Body", they haven't tagged long enough to gel, and they're far too concerned about themselves."
Rhodes pushed Morrison back to his corner and was hit with a clothesline. Morrison put Cody in a headlock and dragged him down, but was caught in a headscissor, just like Cody was earlier. Morrison flipped over Cody, pressing his shoulders down for a quick two, but Rhodes bridged up, picking them up off the mat. Cody turned around and went for a backslide, and caught a two count. They stood up at a standstill again, and the crowd popped, giving them a round of applause.
"They seem to be dead even, Jesse!"
"I can't wait to see how the rest of this match goes, Todd! This is gonna be an excellent, old-school style tag team match, I can feel it!"
Each side tagged in their respective partners as Rude and DiBiase entered the ring. DiBiase immediately started talking smack, but Rude wanted none of it as he just slapped Ted in the face. Ted grabbed Rude and irish whipped him to the ropes, ducking down as Rude jumped over. On the other pass, DiBiase leapfrogged over Rude, showing great agility and leapfrogged again, but Rude hit the brakes. Rude went low, kicking DiBiase in the gut and went for a stalling vertical suplex, holding Ted in the air. Before he dropped him down, Rude took the time to swivel his hips and blow a kiss to the young girls in the audience, earning him lots of squeals, and dropped DiBiase hard onto the mat. Rude went for a cover but Rhodes broke it up even before the two count.
Rude had Ted under control as he dragged him to their corner and tagged in Morrison. Morrison wound up Ted's arm and began to punch at his shoulder, working the arm hard. DiBiase whipped Morrison to the ropes, and went for a hip toss, but Morrison landed straight on his feet and turned around, hitting a dropkick straight into the nose of DiBiase, knocking him down. John turned back to Rude as if to say "Top that." and tagged him in. Rude also picked Ted up and hit a dropkick to the face, flexing his muscles as he got back to his feet. Morrison was tagged back in as they double teamed DiBiase, whipping him to the ropes and both went low. Again, they went for a stalling vertical suplex, and this time, they both swiveled their hips before dropping DiBiase down! Camera flashes were everywhere, as Rude and Morrison were having fun showing off their bodies in front of all the ladies. Morrison covered DiBiase for a two, as Ted kicked out after the pose-down.
Morrison picked Ted up but was caught with a thumb to the eye as he tagged in Rhodes. Cody came in with a clothesline and knocked Morrison down to the mat, working on his legs. Rhodes stomped and drove his knees into John's, effectively taking Morrison's air game away from him, keeping him down on the mat. He covered for a quick two, making John spend some energy just kicking out. Cody hit a half Boston Crab on Morrison's leg, wrenching hard, but Morrison wouldn't tap. After a minute or two, Cody broke the hold and dragged John over to his corner, tagging DiBiase in. DiBiase came off the second rope and hit a fist drop into Morrison's face. As Cody left the ring, DiBiase dragged him in, and they both stood in front of Rude, swiveling their hips, mocking him. Rude just answered back by swiveling his hips and saying "That's how men do it, boys."
DiBiase turned around back to Morrison and caught a stiff kick in the face for wasting time. Morrison continued to hammer away as he bounced off the ropes, but DiBiase caught a sleeper hold on him, slowing him down. Morrison quickly broke out of it though, as he climbed up the corner and flipped over DiBiase, hitting a sleeper himself! Ted pushed John off though, as they crashed into each other, both men going down. Morrison would get to his feet first, blocking a right hand from DiBiase, retaliating with a right of his own. The two would trade blows back and forth, DiBiase getting the upper hand, but Morrison countered with a kick to the midsection. As DiBiase ducked down from the kick, Morrison kicked him in the head, reeling him back. DiBiase hooked the rope to stay on his feet as John charged in, but got launched over the top. Morrison landed on his feet on the apron as Cody charged at him but Morrison stuck his boot out and Cody ran into it face first. The distraction proved effective though, as DiBiase locked in the Million Dollar Dream from the inside to the outside, but the referee started to count, DiBiase breaking at four.
Rhodes threw Morrison back into the ring and was tagged in. Rhodes picked Morrison up and ascended the top rope. He hit a standing moonsault, 1...2... no, Morrison kicked out, much to the delight of the fans. Rhodes launched Morrison into the corner, but Morrison sprung up, catching Cody's head in a headscissor, nailing him with a headscissor out of the corner. Morrison ran forward and hit a standing shooting star press. 1...2... no! Rhodes kicked out hard, still in the match. Morrison went to his corner and tagged Rude in as Cody tagged in DiBiase.
DiBiase charged at Rude and was back body dropped for his trouble. Rhodes ran in and caught a hip toss straight onto DiBiase. Morrison grabbed Rhodes, and Rude grabbed DiBiase as they took their heads and bashed them into each other, knocking the champions down. The referee was trying to maintain order, to no avail. Rude launched DiBiase into the corner, and Morrison threw Cody in the same direction. Rude ran in at them, but missed, as Priceless flew out of the corner and charged at Morrison with a double clothesline attempt. Morrison ducked underneath and hit a dropkick on both of them. Morrison then springboarded, going for the Flying Chuck, launching his leg at DiBiase, but missed! DiBiase ducked down and Morrison nailed Rude in the head! Rhodes tossed Morrison out of the ring, as DiBiase ran behind Rude. He came from the other side as Rhodes charged forward, nailing Lock, Stock and Barrel, their over-under combo. DiBiase covered Rude for 1... 2... 3.
"Wow, it's over just like that!"
"I told you, Grisham, they didn't have much of a chance! The tag team champs are the champs for a reason!
Justin Roberts announced loudly as the referee made it official, raising their hands in the air. "The winners of this match, and still NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes!"
Priceless grabbed their titles and left the arena, victorious in a quick, well contested match up, being just too much for the team of Rude and Morrison to handle, as Rude was a little upset with Morrison, leaving the ring alone.
New word was coming out about Punk's current condition though no one could get an answer out of anyone the match was still in doubt while on the other side of the arena, Jeff was seen walking into his dressing room where Stephanie was waiting for him.
[Play Out]
Vader would stand tall in the ring while Kane slowly approached, neither man backing down from the other. As soon as the bell sounded, Vader started the assault with a flurry of punches, tossing Kane to the ropes as both men collided. They would stare down against as Kane struck this time to the throat, tossing Vader to the rope, missing a clothesline as Vader ducked and dropped him with a flying tackle.
Vader was not above using his size against Kane, taking him down with clotheslines and body splashes, suprising Kane with a dropkick, hiptossing him out of the ring as Kane landed on his feet. Vader called him on as Kane re entered though didn't expect a flying body press as Vader covered for two.
Vader pulled Kane up by the hair, ramming his head into the turnbuckle then puched to his kidneys, placing him upon the top rope and slowly climbed up, dropping Kane with a super german suplex from the top, rising up and bounced off of the ropes, dropping him with two body splashes, pulling back as Kane sat up.
Vader was ready however, charging in and tackled him to the corner, ramming his shoulder into his midsection then heavy haymakers over the head, climbing the middle rope and started to slug at him until Kane grabbed him by the throat, slowly walking from the corner with Vader in his grasp and dropped him down.
Fixing his glove he waited and would strike Vader over the throat, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a powerslam that shook the ring completely as Kane would start to choke him out. Breaking on four, Kane pulled him up, picking the big man up and would bodyslam him, bouncing off of the rope and came down with a legdrop, slowly moving to the top rope and waited.
Kane would sail once Vader rose though missed, rolling along the ring as Vader pulled himself up, dodging Kane's big boot as he got caught up in the rope giving Vader a chance to counter with a back suplex.Getting back to his feet Vader would watch Kane sit up, dropping him back down with a low dropkick to which he sat up again.
Kane rose to his feet but was picked up by the big man, holding him up for a big time suplex, crashing down with authority not once but twice, clotheslining Kane out of the ring. Vader wasted no time going after him, grabbing him by the hair and bashed him headfirst into the steel post, kicking the top portion of the steel stairs aside and slammed Kane down with a pumphandle slam upon the flat of the stairs.
Vader got a rounding applause and roar as he yelled out, picking Kane up and tossed him back into the ring, climbing the top rope and waited, leaping for a double ax as Kane countered, catching him and dropped him with a chokeslam, leaning against the ropes from the recoil. Kane fixed his glove, slowly pulling Vader to his feet and would pick him up, slamming him flat upon the mat then climbed the top rope, leaping for the flying clothesline as Vader countered by catching him right into a belly to belly suplex.
Both men would lay flat as Vader rose first then Kane sat up, Vader striking first, hitting Kane over his back and tossed him to the ropes, dropping him with a samoan drop then pulled him up following up with a fallaway slam, tossing Kane around as he dropped him with a double underhook suplex, covering for two.
Vader rose up and would hit Kane with a DDT then a spike piledriver, rising up and yelled out that it was Vadertime, watching Kane sit up and kicked low, picking him up and did a running VaderPowerbomb, covering for two.
Vader was a bit impressed with that one, pulling Kane to his feet whom struck to his throat, bashing him headfirst into the corner and slowly started to place him on top straddling it. Kane would then slowly climb behind him, placing Vader upon his shoulders and went for a super electric chair but instead, jumped back and brought Vader down face first, the ring nearly imploding as Kane turned Vader over, covering for two.
Kane pulled Vader to his feet, tossing him to the corner and started to choke him out until Vader gouged at the eye, starting to fight back until Kane tossed him over the rope. Vader caught his balance on the apron and kicked Kane low in the midsection, pulling him to the apron and would set him in the powerbomb position, picking him up and would drop with Kane down to the floor through the announcers table with a powerbomb.
The fans chanted "Holy Shit" on that one as Vader was the first to his feet, yelling out as that was for Sting, picking Kane up and tossed him into the ring, slowly dragging him to the corner and would climb the middle rope and dropped down with the Vaderbomb, going for the cover but climbed up the rope again and dropped one more time, covering Kane for one, two, no.
Vader just shrugged it off as he would pull Kane up whom looked lifeless, powerbombing him and climbed the top rope leaping and hit a Vadersault down upon Kane covering for one, two, no! Kane lives indeed as Vader pulled him up, hitting a headbutt and pushed him to the corner, placing him on the top rope though Kane struck back, knocking him down and dropped him with the flying clothesline, rising up and grabbed Vader by the throat, picking him up and slammed him down, covering for two.
Kane looked at the ref in question, pulling Vader back up and went for another though Vader countered with an falling armbreaker, getting behind Kane and locked a dragonsuplex for two. Both men rose up, Kane going for a big boot though Vader dropped him with a capture T-Bone suplex, quickly climbing the rope again for the Vaderbomb though missed as Kane moved away, dropping him with a big boot then slammed Vader with another chokeslam, covering for one, two, no!
Vader kicked out as Kane couldn't believe that, pulling Vader up though he started to fight back with heavy haymakers, getting Kane on spaghetti legs, tossing him to the ropes and picked him up for a gorilla press though Kane countered it quickly right into a Tombstone Piledriver, covering Vader for one, two, three! Kane was declared the winner as he would rip the mask off of Vader as a trophy and ignited the posts on fire and left the ring with a small trail of fire following him up the ramp as Vader would lay...another victim.
CM Punk was out of the trainers room, telling the GM's that he was ready to fight no matter what the cost, granted he was stiched up over the top part of his eye.
"Punk, look, people are dropping like flies here, we can't risk you getting hurt.."
"I'm already hurt and this is my chance at becoming champion, do the right thing and let me wrestle."
Punk was serious as Stephanie McMahon would enter with a grin.
"Well...'eye' see that you're going on with it after all...just a shame that you'll lose....again at the Bash."
Punk pushed Steph against the wall.
"Look Steph I'm tired of your crap. Since dammed Starrcade you've been nothing but a boil on my ass. Just come out and say that you're already sided with Hardy."
Jeff would come up from behind, pulling Punk back and told him to back off as an all out slug fest would ensue between champion and challenger. Security was forced to break it up as Punk was holding his eye, yelling at Jeff that tonight was his last night his lies kept him champion as Jeff would yell at him to bring it on, being pulled back.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA United States Championship."
[Play Out]
Drew stood tall as Bourne was getting a heros welcome hearing the bell sound. Both of them moved around the ring, Bourne scoring a few kicks keeping away as Drew went to lock up, Bourne sliding under and around, catching him with spin kicks to the jaw then a climb up headscissor, a drop toe hold then a high knee to the jaw followed up with a dropsault out of the ring.
Drew held his jaw but only for a second as Bourne flew over the ropes and would headscissor Drew right into the steel post, followed up with a flying cross body over the guardrail. Bourne was the first up, leaping up on the rail and would kick Drew over the chest and head, spin kicking him over to the floor and climbed the apron, waiting and would run hard with a double knee lariat on the floor. Bourne was on fire, climbing into the ring with Drew following after, taking a hard spin kick to the jaw as Bourne covered for two.
Bourne kept up the offense with high kicks and a modified bulldog, knocking Drew to the corner, running hard and would punch at his head until Drew pushed him over the rope for a breather. Bourne held on, climbing the top rope and leapt within a mere second with a sunset flip bulldog then took him down again with a flying elbow, springboarding off of the rope with a legdrop, covering for two.
Bourne kept up once again however, not letting it get him down until he was shoved to the corner with Drew punching to his head, placing him on top though Bourne fought back with his feet, coming down with a Tornado DDT, flipping to his feet and hit the rope, dropkicking low to the knee then baseball slid over his head. Drew rose up holding his skull as Bourne would go for a clothesline but was tossed out of the ring, landing on the apron, grabbing Drew by the hair and went to ram his head into the turnbuckle. Drew would block and would rope guillotine Bourne, watching him snap to the floor.
Drew waited a moment before hitting the floor, ramming Bourne into the barricade and apron before tossing him inside, rolling in after him and hit heavy suplexes, making each one count and would work on the back with back breakers and side walk slams. Drew would smirk down at him, stomping on him, hands, feet and back, even the head as he pulled Bourne to his feet, slapping him over the face and tossed him to the ropes and dropped him with a rolling spine buster, yelling out and pulled him back up. Drew tossed him hard to the corner and went after him though Bourne blocked and jumped with a spin kick though Drew would duck, pulling from the corner like a bull and clotheslined the hell out of Bourne, having him flip and land hard, covering for two.
That didn't phase him, pulling Bourne to his feet and hit two short arm clotheslines then to the corner, stomping at him then tossed him hard to the corner and connected with a hard clothesline splash, placing him on the top rope, doing a super flapjack as Bourne held his chest trying to rise up as Drew would beat him with his knees and European uppercuts. The mean streak wouldn't leave as Drew tossed him hard to the ropes dropping Bourne with a one handed spine buster, just mocking him now as he dropped the elbows, pulling Bourne to his feet, tossing him again to the ropes though Bourne would duck a big boot, springboarding off of the rope with a hurricanrana though Drew held on, pulling him up for a powerbomb as Bourne held on and flipped Drew out of the ring, skinning the cat back inside.
Drew was angry as he stormed back into the ring thus giving Bourne a chance to fight back with high offense kicks and sweeps, tossing Drew to the corner but missed a running knee and taking a release base suplex for his trouble followed up by an STO Backbreaker into a Flatliner as Drew covered for two. He looked at the ref with a sneer, pulilng Bourne up and pushed him to the corner, hitting hard knife edge chops and placed him upon the top once again, climbing up slowly and went to lock in a superplex though Bourne counters with a super sunset flip neck breaker, covering Drew for two.
Bourne slowly rose up, shaking his head a bit and would wait patiently, doing a rolling kick to Drew, knocking him to the corner and would start kicking to his ribs, climbing the rope for one across the head but was caught and powerbombed down for two. Drew hit the mat, yelling at the ref once again and pulled Bourne to his feet, picking him up and dropped with a few suplexes then nearly took his head off with a running big boot covering again for two. Drew slid out of the ring, literally grabbing the time keeper and tossed him as he grabbed a steel chair, sliding back into the ring and was ready to blast Bourne until the ref held upon the chair.
During the confusion Bourne was able to kick Drew in the jaw, knocking the ref down to the floor while the chair laid flat upon the mat. Bourne took that chance going for the chair but took another shot across the jaw with Drew's boot. Drew then picked the chair up, calling him on and swung hard. Bourne was able to duck and bounced off of the ropes doing a springboard 720 DDT on Drew, crashing upon the chair as well and quickly kicked it out of the ring, moving to the rope and would climb up and jumped, hitting the Shooting Star Press as the ref came into the ring for one...two...NO!
Drew kicked out and Bourne was a bit stunned, swallowing a bit as he would slowly get to his feet, waiting for Drew to get to his feet as he kicked him low in the stomach, trying for an Asai DDT but was pushed off right into the ref as he was knocked out. Bourne held his head and was dropped with the Future Shock DDT as Drew rolled out of the ring, picking the chair back up and rolled into the ring, opening it and set it down, pulling Bourne up and tossed him to the corner, placing him on top and climbed up after him, having an evil look in his eye as he would place him in a powerbomb position from the top rope and jumped, crashing down hard upon the chair below, crushing it along with Bourne in a sit down powerbomb.
Bourne was in agony as Drew tossed the broken chair out of the ring, removing one of the turnbuckle pads then slid out of the ring, grabbing the U.S. Title and re entered, placing the title down on the mat and locked Bourne for the Future Shock one more time though Bourne fought out, pushing him back and charged in though Drew would counter with a flapjack, smashing Bourne face first into the exposed turnbuckle then hit the Future Shock right on the U.S. Title, and would cover Bourne as the ref slowly climbed in.
One............Two.........Thre NO! Bourne kicked out. Somehow he had the strength to kick out as Drew was going mad, yelling out at the ref, screaming how you put him down for good. He was "Seething Red" to say the least as he would pick Bourne up wanting to try one more time though Bourne came alive with a high knee right to the jaw then another hard kick to the jaw, knocking him out as Bourne slowly climbed the top rope, trying to get his balance though Drew followed him, trying to knock him down, falling off of the rope flat upon his back as Bourne was quick, leaping for the Shooting Star and....CRASHED right upon the U.S. Title that Drew was covering with his back. Drew moved fast to move the title out of the way before the ref got his full wits back and dropped Bourne with another Future Shock square in the middle of the ring, covering for one...two....three.
The crowd was not liking that at all, tossing debris into the ring as Drew would smirk, rolling out of the ring with the U.S. Title, an evil grin upon his face as a bloody and hurt Bourne was in the ring holding his ribs in pain. The ref would check on him asking if he was okay as Drew slowly made his way up the ramp.
[Play Out].
Billy Kidman then came down to the ring with another referee, Nick Patrick to be exact as Charles Robinson was told to exit the ring. He kept complaining that Bourne was hurt and needed time to rest as Kidman then kicked him in the gut, tossing him out of the ring and tossed his vest, grabbing a mic.
"You call yourself a fighting champion, prove it!"
He tossed the mic as the match was then announced right there and then, Nick Patrick raising up the Crusierweight Title as the bell would sound. The fans rallied against this and called for Bourne to fight back or get out of there, it was madness as Kidman smirked, posing and would wait, taking a step back and would....stomp his foot against the mat a la...HBK as if mocking that great champion. He would wait as he came in hard with his foot but Bourne would duck, bouncing off of the rope and came at him with a cross bodyblock...though Kidman countered with an inverted piledriver, quickly climbing the top rope and would leap, hitting the Shooting Star Press on Bourne's injured ribs, covering for one...two...no..he broke the count. Kidman would smirk, climbing the top rope one more time and would leap again, hitting the Shooting Star Press covering for one....two.....no..he broke it again. Kidman heard the roar of the crowd as he rose up, climbing the top rope and hit a third Shooting Star Press covering for one...two....three.
Kidman rose up, acting as if he wrestled for an hour, over celebrating as he was awarded as the new Cruiserweight Champion, telling Bourne that 'it didn't have to be this way' and left the ring. The crowd chanting out 'bullshit' over and over again. Kidman smirked, having a mic in his hand.
"Oh...oh you think that's bullshit...now you're gonna be pissed."
He would run back into the ring, pushing the ref out of the way, picking Bourne up for a powerbomb and would toss him down from the ring to the floor below. Bourne was already hurting from his ribs and now his back as EMT's came flying down, yelling at Kidman to back off as the crowd yelled out, yelling out 'you suck' which caused Billy to pick up the mic again.
"My name is Billy Kidman.....YOUR Cruiserweight Champion...and your precious Evan Bourne's Legacy...just like the Great American Twin Towers....is dead."
Kidman was now in for it as fans were tossing debris into the ring and at him as he would slowly back up with a smirk upon his face, kissing his new title and stepped through the curtain as Bourne was placed upon a stretcher and not moving as they wheeled him to the back in haste.
Great Muta def. Hurricane Helms
Yoshi Tatzu def. Stevie Richards
Goldberg def. William Regal
Kevin Thorn and Raven def. Paul Burchill and Bam Bam Bigelow
NWA Great American Bash 2010
Venue : Pepsi Centre in Albany New York
Theme : Livin' In America
TagLine : In Wrestling We Trust
The show opened up with a massive fireworks display lighting the arena, pumping the crowd up, as Todd Grisham took over the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most prestigious American tradition in professional wrestling: The Great American Bash!"
"Grisham, I've gotta say, I'm pumped up as hell to be here, I can't wait for the action to start, I'm fired up!!"
"Let's not waste any time and get to the master of ceremonies, Justin Roberts!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the opening bout is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is the finals of the NWA World Championship tournament! The winner of this match will compete against Jeff Hardy for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship in the main event tonight!"
[Play Out]
Anderson wasted no time, not even waiting for Punk to enter the ring as he hammered away quickly, wanting to become the NWA World Champion as much as anyone. Punk was backed into the corner as Arn shot him out sending him to the other corner, Punk's back blasting into the turnbuckle. Punk came out of the corner and was locked into a bearhug, Anderson squeezing the life out of Punk, picking him up off the ground. Arn was screaming at the ref, telling him that Punk was giving up, but Punk would have none of it. He fought long and hard, being locked in the bearhug for almost thirty seconds as he bit Arn's nose, breaking the hold. Punk came off the ropes, hitting a clothesline, but Arn wouldn't drop. He hit another one, still not knocking him down. He fired off the ropes one more time, but Arn backdropped Punk over the top rope, Punk came down on his feet. Arn turned around into a high kick to the side of the head, rocking him back to the center of the ring. Punk then springboarded off the top rope and blasted Arn with a knee to the face. He covered Arn for a solid two count.
Punk knew he had to keep on the move or he would be in trouble. He ran behind Anderson and attempted a bulldog, but Arn caught him in midair and muscled him up, suplexing him down on the back of his head. Arn picked Punk up by the hair and blasted his head into the turnbuckle time and time again. He nailed Punk with a reverse knife edge, to which the crowd "Woooo"ed in response. Arn was distracted by this, screaming at the fans as Punk used the opportunity to slide out of the ring to catch a breather. Anderson chased after him as Punk slid back into the ring. As Anderson climbed back into the ring, Punk caught him straight in the face with a baseball slide, causing Arn to bleed from the nose a little bit. Punk followed him outside and bashed his head into the apron, sliding Arn back into the ring. He would cover, but Arn's foot hit the rope at one.
Punk picked Arn up to his feet but was pushed back to the ropes, and as he came off, Arn leveled him with a clothesline that nearly took his head off. Arn went for the cover, 1...2... no, Punk barely kicked out. Anderson picked Punk up by the hair and lifted him up for a stalling vertical suplex, holding Punk up for several seconds before dropping him on his head, hitting a brainbuster instead! The crowd cringed as AA covered again, 1...2... NO! Punk kicked out, as the fans started to rally behind Punk, chanting his name.
"The fans here are behind CM Punk, Jesse! They're gonna have to will him on if they hope to have him win!"
"I don't think so, Todd. Anderson's just too strong, too cunning for CM Punk!"
Arn locked Punk in a hammerlock, and lifted Punk into the air, holding him up, trying to make him submit. Punk was able to wriggle his way out as he decked Arn in the face with stiff rights and lefts, spinning around and hitting a backhand to the jaw as Arn was rocked into the corner. Punk charged in hitting a knee straight to the mouth as the blood continued to slowly drip from the nose of Anderson. Punk hooked the head and ran full speed, hitting a bulldog out of the corner! Punk raced over to Arn for the cover... 1... 2... no! Anderson shot his right shoulder off the mat, kicking out. Punk then ran to the corner, ascending to the top. He waited for Arn to get up and leapt off for a missile dropkick, nailing Arn dead in the face! 1...2... no!! Anderson was still able to kick out, as Punk looked at the referee with disbelief. Punk signalled the end, putting his hands to his cheek, calling for the GTS.
Punk lifted Arn onto his shoulders as Arn would elbow Punk across the side of the head time and time again, breaking the hold. Arn pushed Punk to the ropes, setting up for the AA Spinebuster, but Punk hooked the rope, staying on the other side. Arn charged at him, getting a boot in the mouth, being stunned. Punk lifted him up again for the GTS and launched him up... but Arn landed on his feet and caught Punk's knee, lifting him up and blasting him down with the Spinebuster!! Arn covered Punk for 1... 2... the ref stopped the count, seeing Punk's hand holding the bottom rope! Arn got up, pissed off at the referee, telling the referee "Fuck you!" as he went to the outside. He looked underneath the ring and pulled out a tire iron, wanting to destroy the hell out of Punk. He re-entered the ring, and the referee stood in front of him, screaming at him not to do it. Anderson pushed the referee away, lifting the tire iron up, as Punk rolled him up in a small package! 1... 2... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CM Punk!!"
Arn was pissed off as he was taken out of the World Title contention as he threw the tire iron down on the mat, and waited for Punk to turn around, nailing him with a spinebuster straight in the center of the ring. Several NWA officials flew out to the ring, but when they approached, Arn picked up the tire iron, causing them to back off. He picked Punk up again and launched him to the ropes, hitting a third spinebuster hard in the ring, shaking the ring with the impact. Arn picked up the tire iron once more as General Manager BM's voice was heard over the microphone as he flew out from the back:
"ARN!!! ARN!!! Don't you even think about it, Anderson! I swear to you, Anderson, I don't care how famous you are, or how bad you are, if you nail Punk with that tire iron, there WILL be repurcussions!"
Arn would turn around and laugh, blasting Punk over the head with the tire iron, knocking him straight out, busting him open across the forehead. The crowd would begin to boo wildly, as BM screamed for security to get Arn out of the ring. Anderson would comply, leaving the ring cooperatively, as he passed by BM, he smiled devilishly, knowing that the damage was done.
Punk would start to rise to his feet, blood flowing out of his forehead, as he dropped down to the canvas, sliding out of the ring. He stood up on his feet, but quickly dropped to the floor, as referees came to his aid, holding him up as he was nearly limp. As the referees helped Punk to the back, BM stormed to the back, the main event of the night in severe jeopardy.
[Play Out]
Misawa stood in the ring, taking his robe off slowly and tossed it aside as Gurerro smirked at him, waiting for the right moment to strike as they locked up. Guerrero would drop and toss Misawa around dropping him with hip tosses and armdrags, keeping the pace quick. Misawa was unable to keep up as Guerrero got him to the corner, kicking at him and tossed him with a monkey flip. Guerrero then got behind him, catching a bulldog and kept up with dropkicks, eventually clotheslining him out of the ring.
Guerrero beat his chest, calling him back in the ring as he waited, Misawa rolling into the ring as they locked up again, Guerrero behind Misawa then Misawa behind Guerrero, both trying to out do the other as Guerrero got behind him and quickly went for a victory roll though Misawa countered rolling up for two. Misawa took control with a quick drop toe hold into a headlock, wrenching and twisting as he pulled him up, tossing him to the ropes, trying a hiptoss though Guerrero would follow through with an armdrag himself, charging full speed though was flapjacked to the turnbuckle as Misawa quickly hit a german suplex for two.
Misawa was in control now as he would keep Eddie down with submission locks forcing Eddie to rise to his feet and weasle out, tossing Misawa to the ropes but was dropped with a shoulder block. Misawa came off the ropes but was caught in a hurricanrana for two. Eddie kept the quick pace, taking him down with dropkicks, grabbing a hold of Misawa's arm did a springboard arm drag, catching a cross body for two.
Eddie was the first up, climbing the rope and waited, leaping and caught Misawa with a sunset flip for two. Eddie rose up and bounced from the ropes again, trying for a spinning wheel kick though Misawa caught him and dropped him with a capture suplex, following up with a sambo suplex then a torture rack, turning that into a back breaker covering for two.
Misawa took his time, picking at the parts of Eddie, working at the leg then the knee then the ankle, doing it systematically. Misawa would twist and pull at the knee, placing it over the rope and would drop a few elbows, locking in a half crab. Eddie would twist his body, kicking out of it though was under heavy assault as Misawa kicked him square in the jaw to the floor.
Misawa slowly climbed the top rope, waiting and came down with a double axe, taking a dropkick to the jaw. Eddie rose first though Misawa fought back, ramming his knee into the steel stairs then picked him up and slammed him knee first into them, breaking the count then rolled back out, slamming Eddie's knee against the guard rail, actually locking his boot within the rail and started to stomp and kick at it. Pulling away slowly he would toss Eddie back into the ring, climbing the top rope and dropped him with a missile dropkick, covering for two.
That wouldn't slow him down as he locked Eddie in a half nelson suplex, knocking him to the corner and rammed his knee into his midsection, placing him upon the top rope and struggled to lock him again. Eddie would fight back, knocking him down and tried to stand but his knee gave up, giving Misawa a chance to drop him with a dragonscrew from the top rope then quickly locking in an STF.
Eddie would yell out but wouldn't give up, able to get to the ropes as Misawa pulled him up, placing him on his shoulders for a wheel barrel slam, turning it into a backbreaker with the knee, covering again for two. Eddie still had fight left as he was pushed to the corner, knife edge chops met hard across his flesh as he was pulled out though Eddie ducked the clothesline, quickly springboarding off of the rope with a diving clothesline, catching some momentum.
He rose up, hitting his chest some, tossing Misawa to the ropes and took him down with a climb up ensiguri then an Oklahoma roll for two. Eddie rose up, catching Misawa with a wheel kick then a sunset flip dropkick, waiting for the right moment and caught a springboard headscissor, tossing him around. Eddie had control, beating his chest and picked him up though Misawa kicked low to the knee then jerked it right out, dropping him and quickly locked in a figure four. Eddie yelled out, using all the strength he had and turned it over getting to the rope.
Misawa broke out, kicking Eddie low and would lock him, pulling him for the Tiger Driver though Eddie would block, dropping his body down the did a standing back body drop, catching a breath and would duck a clothesline, dropping Misaway with a back elbow, rising up and would somehow even with a bad knee do the Three Amigos, quickly climbing the top rope leaping for the Frog Splash and missed! Eddie held his stomach as he pulled himself up as Misawa grabbed him and dropped him down with the Emerald Flowsion covering for one...two...three. Misawa was declared the winner of that match, slowly rolling out of the ring with a grin upon his face, making his way to the back as cameras caught up with the general managers. Though they were not giving any one on one interviews at the moment, what could be heard was that Punk was severely injured in his match with Anderson and that Jeff's opponent may have to be a fill in. While it was an unpopular decision, it was one that had to be made as soon as possible.
In the back reports were flying out the door that CM Punk's eye was in horrible shape and that the doctors were reccommending that he not enter his match against Jeff Hardy however these were still early reports. The general managers were going crazy over what they would have to do, not wanting to cancel the main event as DM was leaning against the wall, thinking as Drew McIntyre came into camera.
"You wanted something?"
"So sad to see that some ROH reject got injured and costing you yer main event match is it not? Ironic that he cheated to win his match with me and he's hurt in his big match."
"Drew....not now, I'm really not in the mood."
"Den I won't take up yer time, I just wanted to be able to pick my title shot spot tonight."
"Fine do whatever you need to do Drew, I have bigger things on my mind."
Drew would smirk as DM walked off, having to figure something out for the main event. The bell would sound for the next match to break the silence.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall will be contested in a steel cage!"
[Play Out]
The girls would stand in the ring, eyeing each other ready for battle as Vampriss and Victoria attacked Nattie, double teaming her as they pushed her to the ropes, tossing her hard but were dropped with a double clothesline. Nattie pulled Vampriss to her feet, tossing her hard into one side then the other side of the cage, dropping her with a back suplex, locking up with Victoria and pushed her to the corner, hitting her with hard chops to the chest and forearms to the head, hiptossing her out and dropped her with a tackle.
Nattie was looking to end it quick heading for the door as Vampriss grabbed a hold of her ankle, actually using her to pull herself up and hit a jaw jacker, stunning her as she ran for the door. Nattie caught her and ran full speed into the cage wall slamming her then just tossed her off, finishing her with a dropkick, forced to lock up with Victoria.
Both girls jocked for position as Nattie pushed her back, ducking a clothesline and dropped down with a neck breaker then a russian leg sweep, slowly making her way to the door as Vampriss was able to sweep her leg out. Vampriss was the first to her feet, dropping a few knees across Nattie's wrenching and twisting at it a little bit, pulling her away from the ropes and locked in a quick leglock, smashing the knee against the mat. Vampriss enjoyed that for a moment as Victoria grabbed her from behind with a double underhook suplex for two.
Both women rose up, slugging it out for a moment until Victoria hit a hard haymaker, tossing Vampriss to the ropes and caught a whirling death valley driver, covering for two. Victoria saw Nattie rising and went after him, stomping at her a bit, ramming her head into the turnbuckle and forced her to straddle the rope, placing her in the tree of woe position, grabbing Vampriss and rammed her right into Nattie, watching both women fall to the mat.
She smirked as Vampriss came back at her with recoil getting dropped with a tilt a whirl backbreaker then quickly applying a triangle choke. Vampriss would kick and flail, unable to get to the ropes even with her long legs, screaming out as Victoria had it locked in, slowly starting to drag her to the door, seeming to want to break the hold and quickly escape. That plan would have worked if Nattie hadn't grabbed Vampriss by her ankles and dragged her back, quickly locking in a figure four.
Vampriss was stuck, screaming out in pain as Victoria and Nattie held on like two cobras over a mouse. Eventually Victoria let go of the hold and would sprint for the door, nearly getting out as Nattie broke the hold, quickly pulling her in by the hair. Victoria fought back, raking the eyes then dragged them across the ring rope, pushing her to the corner and rammed her shoulders hard into her abdomin, striking across her head and pulled her back, trying for a flapjack though Nattie blocked, grabbing Victoria and tossed her into the cage with a release double underhook suplex.
Nattie pulled herself to her feet, shaking her arm some as she turned but was dropped with a falling arm breaker as Vampriss would capitalize with a fujiawa armbar, wrenching and pulling for as long as she could. Vampriss rose up with a grin, climbing the top rope and came sailing down with a dropsault, catching her right in the jaw, quicking running to Victoria whom was pinned between the ropes and cage, hitting her with a cross body block.
Vampriss pulled herself away, going back to Nattie, working on the leg and knee then followed up on the arm and shoulder, wanting to keep her down. Vampriss pulled her up and placed her on the top rope, climbing up and started to punch at her, trying to lock in a DDT though Nattie would block. Vampriss would continue to try until Victoria got under her, locking her arms around her. Vampriss was in trouble as Victoria pulled back with a german suplex while Nattie caught Vampriss with a rolling neck breaker from the top rope at the same time.
Nattie and Victoria rose up though the champion scored first blood with a kick to the gut then locking in a front face lock. Nattie struggled to fight out until she was rammed head first into the steel mesh then was grated across it. Victoria took pleasure in that, droping her with a piledriver then turned her attention to the door, slowly making her way to it until Vampriss held upon her ankle.
She would struggle a bit, trying to get out though she was pulled back right into a clothesline. Vampriss then went for door herself, pushing it open and would start to move as Victoria grabbed a hold over her, now fighting with her to get out as both girls were scrambling. Vampriss would reach over, grabbing a hold of the door and would slam it shut hard across Victoria's head, knocking her back into the ring as she went to step out as Nattie held upon her other leg. Vampriss would flail, trying to reach the floor as Nattie would jerk back hard, catching her in a belly to belly suplex, all three girls back into the ring.
Nattie was the first one to her feet, shaking her head a bit as Vampriss locked her in a sleeper hold, wrenching on her and twisting until dropping her with a modified bulldog. Vampriss smirked, going for a cover but only caught a two, shaking her head and rose up, tossing Nattie to the ropes and took her down with a droptoe hold then a quick headlock, smirking until she was pulled off by Victoria, whom was bleeding from her head.
She wore a crimson mask of rage as she would scream out, running at full speed and rammed Vampriss into all four sides of the cage, grabbing her by the hair and would start to swing her, letting go as she would roll into the cage then was hit with a baseball slide into the ribs. Victoria was enraged, pulling her by the hair and dropped her with a standing hurricanrana, covering for two. Victoria gave the ref an evil stare as he backed off, pulling Vampriss by the hair and bashed her head into the turnbuckle, placing her on top and went to superplex her, though Vampriss kicked her down, quickly, starting to scale the cage.
Victoria would start to chase after her, grabbing her by the leg but was kicked off again though that didn't stop her from climbing up, both girls getting to the top and started to punch back and forth, either of them ready to fall. Back and forth they would punch, claw and even bite at each other until Nattie climbed up after them, now on the inside of the cage trying to pull them back in. Both of them formed an uneasy alliance and kicked at her in the chest, knocking her down to the rope though Vampriss spit in Victoria's eye.
Quickly she would hop over the cage but wasn't able to go far with Victoria latching on, moving over the cage herself. Both women would slug at each other, trying to push the other back inside so they could climb down, Victoria taking the iniative and hit her with a headbutt as both girls let go and fell.....though grabbed by the hair from Nattie, holding on tightly. They would kick in agony as Nattie would slowly pull them back up, forcing them back on the top of the cage.
All three women were on top, slugging it out with each other, neither of them wanting to give up, wanting to win this match as the crowd was on their feet, unable to pick a side until Vampriss and Victoria formed another alliance, trying to hit Nattie down. It was flawed as Nattie would block and counter punch, grabbing both of them by their heads and slowly climbed up and would force them back into the ring doing a double superplex from the top of the cage, crashing down hard.
The crowd was going nuts, screaming out as all three girls laid flat upon the mat as Nattie was the first to move, covering Victoria for one...two...no! Just having the strength to stand up, Nattie pulled herself up, getting in her father's famous position, ready for a tackle and charged in. Victoria would side step as Vampriss got taken down and hard. Nattie rose up, caught in a full nelson slam as a bloody Victoria climbed the top rope, staggering some and leapt with a moonsault, crashing down upon Nattie for two.
Victoria was close but had to end it as she pulled Nattie up, kicking her low then went for the Widows Peak, pulling Nattie up and went to lock it in, though Nattie was able to counter, landing on her feet and reached back, grabbing Victoria by her head and pulled her up over her back then slammed her down face first. Nattie leaned back, panting some from that as she would swing for a clothesline though Victoria would duck, bouncing off of the rope and came with a bicycle kick though Nattie would block, sweeping her down then quickly, locked in the Sharpshooter.
Victoria was screwed, stuck in the middle of the ring as Nattie had it latched on, yelling at her to tap out as the fans started stamping, half for Nattie the other for Victoria. Victoria would slowly claw, reaching for the rope but Nattie refused to budge, torquing and twisting as Victoria yelled out. The ref kept asking if she wanted to give up, very audibly you heard "No...No Dammit!" Nattie leaned back though Victoria pushed back, using her arms and would twist her body, able to roll a little bit to relieve the pressure though Nattie held on, locking it in even tighter as the ref would ask Victoria again if she gave up, quickly rising up and called for the bell.
"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and New NWA Women's Champion.....Vampriss..Katie Lea Burchill!"
The announcers both said 'What?" and the fans were in shock as was Nattie as rising from the floor with the title was Vampriss, holding the title proud, able to sneak out the door during the submission hold with Nattie's back turned. The replay would show that a few times as it was official, Nattie just laying there in shock, so close but so far as Vampriss was declared the new champion...for the second time heading to the back.
Lord Alfred Hayes was in the locker room with the reigning Tag Team Champions.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with the World Tag Team Champions, Ted DiBiase Jr., and Cody Rhodes. Now, gentlemen, we're moments away from your Tag Team Title defense against the unbelievable duo of Rick Rude and John Morrison. Any last thoughts before your big match here tonight?"
DiBiase spoke up.
"You know Alfred, I don't know where, or why the NWA General Managers went to a male strip joint to pick these two guys up, but whatever they do on their own time is their own business. Furthermore, I don't know where these two chippendales who spend more time looking in the mirror than they do looking at a wrestling ring got the idea that they can even wrestle. I mean, look at us. Ted DiBiase Jr. Cody Rhodes. Our names already make us legends. And while our opponents may get all the ladies with their "Sex Appeal", just remember... looks fade away over time. But money... money grows. And believe me when I tell you... money always wins over looks. And tonight we're going to prove that, when we defeat Rick Rude and John Morrison, lock, stock, and barrel."
[Play Out]
The bell rang and the match began as Cody Rhodes and John Morrison started it off. The two circled each other for about a minute before locking up, camera flashes everywhere, and women squealing in the crowd as Rhodes locked in a headlock, and switched over to a hammerlock. Morrison reversed the hammerlock into a hammerlock of his own, but Rhodes dropped down and countered with a drop toe hold, perhaps schooling Morrison in the ways of wrestling. Morrison got back to his feet as Cody looked at him in disgust. Morrison just nodded and smirked a little, his confidence growing as they locked up again. Rhodes quickly locked in another headlock and dragged John down, but was countered into a quick headscissor, which Rhodes broke out of instantly. They both got back up and stared holes through each other before meeting in the center of the ring, talking a little trash.
"Well Jesse, who do you give the edge to in this one?"
"I give it to Priceless. They're the champs, they've been together longer, they can function as a unit, and as much as I like Morrison and Rude because of their amazing bodies, even though they can't match up to the original "Body", they haven't tagged long enough to gel, and they're far too concerned about themselves."
Rhodes pushed Morrison back to his corner and was hit with a clothesline. Morrison put Cody in a headlock and dragged him down, but was caught in a headscissor, just like Cody was earlier. Morrison flipped over Cody, pressing his shoulders down for a quick two, but Rhodes bridged up, picking them up off the mat. Cody turned around and went for a backslide, and caught a two count. They stood up at a standstill again, and the crowd popped, giving them a round of applause.
"They seem to be dead even, Jesse!"
"I can't wait to see how the rest of this match goes, Todd! This is gonna be an excellent, old-school style tag team match, I can feel it!"
Each side tagged in their respective partners as Rude and DiBiase entered the ring. DiBiase immediately started talking smack, but Rude wanted none of it as he just slapped Ted in the face. Ted grabbed Rude and irish whipped him to the ropes, ducking down as Rude jumped over. On the other pass, DiBiase leapfrogged over Rude, showing great agility and leapfrogged again, but Rude hit the brakes. Rude went low, kicking DiBiase in the gut and went for a stalling vertical suplex, holding Ted in the air. Before he dropped him down, Rude took the time to swivel his hips and blow a kiss to the young girls in the audience, earning him lots of squeals, and dropped DiBiase hard onto the mat. Rude went for a cover but Rhodes broke it up even before the two count.
Rude had Ted under control as he dragged him to their corner and tagged in Morrison. Morrison wound up Ted's arm and began to punch at his shoulder, working the arm hard. DiBiase whipped Morrison to the ropes, and went for a hip toss, but Morrison landed straight on his feet and turned around, hitting a dropkick straight into the nose of DiBiase, knocking him down. John turned back to Rude as if to say "Top that." and tagged him in. Rude also picked Ted up and hit a dropkick to the face, flexing his muscles as he got back to his feet. Morrison was tagged back in as they double teamed DiBiase, whipping him to the ropes and both went low. Again, they went for a stalling vertical suplex, and this time, they both swiveled their hips before dropping DiBiase down! Camera flashes were everywhere, as Rude and Morrison were having fun showing off their bodies in front of all the ladies. Morrison covered DiBiase for a two, as Ted kicked out after the pose-down.
Morrison picked Ted up but was caught with a thumb to the eye as he tagged in Rhodes. Cody came in with a clothesline and knocked Morrison down to the mat, working on his legs. Rhodes stomped and drove his knees into John's, effectively taking Morrison's air game away from him, keeping him down on the mat. He covered for a quick two, making John spend some energy just kicking out. Cody hit a half Boston Crab on Morrison's leg, wrenching hard, but Morrison wouldn't tap. After a minute or two, Cody broke the hold and dragged John over to his corner, tagging DiBiase in. DiBiase came off the second rope and hit a fist drop into Morrison's face. As Cody left the ring, DiBiase dragged him in, and they both stood in front of Rude, swiveling their hips, mocking him. Rude just answered back by swiveling his hips and saying "That's how men do it, boys."
DiBiase turned around back to Morrison and caught a stiff kick in the face for wasting time. Morrison continued to hammer away as he bounced off the ropes, but DiBiase caught a sleeper hold on him, slowing him down. Morrison quickly broke out of it though, as he climbed up the corner and flipped over DiBiase, hitting a sleeper himself! Ted pushed John off though, as they crashed into each other, both men going down. Morrison would get to his feet first, blocking a right hand from DiBiase, retaliating with a right of his own. The two would trade blows back and forth, DiBiase getting the upper hand, but Morrison countered with a kick to the midsection. As DiBiase ducked down from the kick, Morrison kicked him in the head, reeling him back. DiBiase hooked the rope to stay on his feet as John charged in, but got launched over the top. Morrison landed on his feet on the apron as Cody charged at him but Morrison stuck his boot out and Cody ran into it face first. The distraction proved effective though, as DiBiase locked in the Million Dollar Dream from the inside to the outside, but the referee started to count, DiBiase breaking at four.
Rhodes threw Morrison back into the ring and was tagged in. Rhodes picked Morrison up and ascended the top rope. He hit a standing moonsault, 1...2... no, Morrison kicked out, much to the delight of the fans. Rhodes launched Morrison into the corner, but Morrison sprung up, catching Cody's head in a headscissor, nailing him with a headscissor out of the corner. Morrison ran forward and hit a standing shooting star press. 1...2... no! Rhodes kicked out hard, still in the match. Morrison went to his corner and tagged Rude in as Cody tagged in DiBiase.
DiBiase charged at Rude and was back body dropped for his trouble. Rhodes ran in and caught a hip toss straight onto DiBiase. Morrison grabbed Rhodes, and Rude grabbed DiBiase as they took their heads and bashed them into each other, knocking the champions down. The referee was trying to maintain order, to no avail. Rude launched DiBiase into the corner, and Morrison threw Cody in the same direction. Rude ran in at them, but missed, as Priceless flew out of the corner and charged at Morrison with a double clothesline attempt. Morrison ducked underneath and hit a dropkick on both of them. Morrison then springboarded, going for the Flying Chuck, launching his leg at DiBiase, but missed! DiBiase ducked down and Morrison nailed Rude in the head! Rhodes tossed Morrison out of the ring, as DiBiase ran behind Rude. He came from the other side as Rhodes charged forward, nailing Lock, Stock and Barrel, their over-under combo. DiBiase covered Rude for 1... 2... 3.
"Wow, it's over just like that!"
"I told you, Grisham, they didn't have much of a chance! The tag team champs are the champs for a reason!
Justin Roberts announced loudly as the referee made it official, raising their hands in the air. "The winners of this match, and still NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes!"
Priceless grabbed their titles and left the arena, victorious in a quick, well contested match up, being just too much for the team of Rude and Morrison to handle, as Rude was a little upset with Morrison, leaving the ring alone.
New word was coming out about Punk's current condition though no one could get an answer out of anyone the match was still in doubt while on the other side of the arena, Jeff was seen walking into his dressing room where Stephanie was waiting for him.
[Play Out]
Vader would stand tall in the ring while Kane slowly approached, neither man backing down from the other. As soon as the bell sounded, Vader started the assault with a flurry of punches, tossing Kane to the ropes as both men collided. They would stare down against as Kane struck this time to the throat, tossing Vader to the rope, missing a clothesline as Vader ducked and dropped him with a flying tackle.
Vader was not above using his size against Kane, taking him down with clotheslines and body splashes, suprising Kane with a dropkick, hiptossing him out of the ring as Kane landed on his feet. Vader called him on as Kane re entered though didn't expect a flying body press as Vader covered for two.
Vader pulled Kane up by the hair, ramming his head into the turnbuckle then puched to his kidneys, placing him upon the top rope and slowly climbed up, dropping Kane with a super german suplex from the top, rising up and bounced off of the ropes, dropping him with two body splashes, pulling back as Kane sat up.
Vader was ready however, charging in and tackled him to the corner, ramming his shoulder into his midsection then heavy haymakers over the head, climbing the middle rope and started to slug at him until Kane grabbed him by the throat, slowly walking from the corner with Vader in his grasp and dropped him down.
Fixing his glove he waited and would strike Vader over the throat, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a powerslam that shook the ring completely as Kane would start to choke him out. Breaking on four, Kane pulled him up, picking the big man up and would bodyslam him, bouncing off of the rope and came down with a legdrop, slowly moving to the top rope and waited.
Kane would sail once Vader rose though missed, rolling along the ring as Vader pulled himself up, dodging Kane's big boot as he got caught up in the rope giving Vader a chance to counter with a back suplex.Getting back to his feet Vader would watch Kane sit up, dropping him back down with a low dropkick to which he sat up again.
Kane rose to his feet but was picked up by the big man, holding him up for a big time suplex, crashing down with authority not once but twice, clotheslining Kane out of the ring. Vader wasted no time going after him, grabbing him by the hair and bashed him headfirst into the steel post, kicking the top portion of the steel stairs aside and slammed Kane down with a pumphandle slam upon the flat of the stairs.
Vader got a rounding applause and roar as he yelled out, picking Kane up and tossed him back into the ring, climbing the top rope and waited, leaping for a double ax as Kane countered, catching him and dropped him with a chokeslam, leaning against the ropes from the recoil. Kane fixed his glove, slowly pulling Vader to his feet and would pick him up, slamming him flat upon the mat then climbed the top rope, leaping for the flying clothesline as Vader countered by catching him right into a belly to belly suplex.
Both men would lay flat as Vader rose first then Kane sat up, Vader striking first, hitting Kane over his back and tossed him to the ropes, dropping him with a samoan drop then pulled him up following up with a fallaway slam, tossing Kane around as he dropped him with a double underhook suplex, covering for two.
Vader rose up and would hit Kane with a DDT then a spike piledriver, rising up and yelled out that it was Vadertime, watching Kane sit up and kicked low, picking him up and did a running VaderPowerbomb, covering for two.
Vader was a bit impressed with that one, pulling Kane to his feet whom struck to his throat, bashing him headfirst into the corner and slowly started to place him on top straddling it. Kane would then slowly climb behind him, placing Vader upon his shoulders and went for a super electric chair but instead, jumped back and brought Vader down face first, the ring nearly imploding as Kane turned Vader over, covering for two.
Kane pulled Vader to his feet, tossing him to the corner and started to choke him out until Vader gouged at the eye, starting to fight back until Kane tossed him over the rope. Vader caught his balance on the apron and kicked Kane low in the midsection, pulling him to the apron and would set him in the powerbomb position, picking him up and would drop with Kane down to the floor through the announcers table with a powerbomb.
The fans chanted "Holy Shit" on that one as Vader was the first to his feet, yelling out as that was for Sting, picking Kane up and tossed him into the ring, slowly dragging him to the corner and would climb the middle rope and dropped down with the Vaderbomb, going for the cover but climbed up the rope again and dropped one more time, covering Kane for one, two, no.
Vader just shrugged it off as he would pull Kane up whom looked lifeless, powerbombing him and climbed the top rope leaping and hit a Vadersault down upon Kane covering for one, two, no! Kane lives indeed as Vader pulled him up, hitting a headbutt and pushed him to the corner, placing him on the top rope though Kane struck back, knocking him down and dropped him with the flying clothesline, rising up and grabbed Vader by the throat, picking him up and slammed him down, covering for two.
Kane looked at the ref in question, pulling Vader back up and went for another though Vader countered with an falling armbreaker, getting behind Kane and locked a dragonsuplex for two. Both men rose up, Kane going for a big boot though Vader dropped him with a capture T-Bone suplex, quickly climbing the rope again for the Vaderbomb though missed as Kane moved away, dropping him with a big boot then slammed Vader with another chokeslam, covering for one, two, no!
Vader kicked out as Kane couldn't believe that, pulling Vader up though he started to fight back with heavy haymakers, getting Kane on spaghetti legs, tossing him to the ropes and picked him up for a gorilla press though Kane countered it quickly right into a Tombstone Piledriver, covering Vader for one, two, three! Kane was declared the winner as he would rip the mask off of Vader as a trophy and ignited the posts on fire and left the ring with a small trail of fire following him up the ramp as Vader would lay...another victim.
CM Punk was out of the trainers room, telling the GM's that he was ready to fight no matter what the cost, granted he was stiched up over the top part of his eye.
"Punk, look, people are dropping like flies here, we can't risk you getting hurt.."
"I'm already hurt and this is my chance at becoming champion, do the right thing and let me wrestle."
Punk was serious as Stephanie McMahon would enter with a grin.
"Well...'eye' see that you're going on with it after all...just a shame that you'll lose....again at the Bash."
Punk pushed Steph against the wall.
"Look Steph I'm tired of your crap. Since dammed Starrcade you've been nothing but a boil on my ass. Just come out and say that you're already sided with Hardy."
Jeff would come up from behind, pulling Punk back and told him to back off as an all out slug fest would ensue between champion and challenger. Security was forced to break it up as Punk was holding his eye, yelling at Jeff that tonight was his last night his lies kept him champion as Jeff would yell at him to bring it on, being pulled back.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA United States Championship."
[Play Out]
Drew stood tall as Bourne was getting a heros welcome hearing the bell sound. Both of them moved around the ring, Bourne scoring a few kicks keeping away as Drew went to lock up, Bourne sliding under and around, catching him with spin kicks to the jaw then a climb up headscissor, a drop toe hold then a high knee to the jaw followed up with a dropsault out of the ring.
Drew held his jaw but only for a second as Bourne flew over the ropes and would headscissor Drew right into the steel post, followed up with a flying cross body over the guardrail. Bourne was the first up, leaping up on the rail and would kick Drew over the chest and head, spin kicking him over to the floor and climbed the apron, waiting and would run hard with a double knee lariat on the floor. Bourne was on fire, climbing into the ring with Drew following after, taking a hard spin kick to the jaw as Bourne covered for two.
Bourne kept up the offense with high kicks and a modified bulldog, knocking Drew to the corner, running hard and would punch at his head until Drew pushed him over the rope for a breather. Bourne held on, climbing the top rope and leapt within a mere second with a sunset flip bulldog then took him down again with a flying elbow, springboarding off of the rope with a legdrop, covering for two.
Bourne kept up once again however, not letting it get him down until he was shoved to the corner with Drew punching to his head, placing him on top though Bourne fought back with his feet, coming down with a Tornado DDT, flipping to his feet and hit the rope, dropkicking low to the knee then baseball slid over his head. Drew rose up holding his skull as Bourne would go for a clothesline but was tossed out of the ring, landing on the apron, grabbing Drew by the hair and went to ram his head into the turnbuckle. Drew would block and would rope guillotine Bourne, watching him snap to the floor.
Drew waited a moment before hitting the floor, ramming Bourne into the barricade and apron before tossing him inside, rolling in after him and hit heavy suplexes, making each one count and would work on the back with back breakers and side walk slams. Drew would smirk down at him, stomping on him, hands, feet and back, even the head as he pulled Bourne to his feet, slapping him over the face and tossed him to the ropes and dropped him with a rolling spine buster, yelling out and pulled him back up. Drew tossed him hard to the corner and went after him though Bourne blocked and jumped with a spin kick though Drew would duck, pulling from the corner like a bull and clotheslined the hell out of Bourne, having him flip and land hard, covering for two.
That didn't phase him, pulling Bourne to his feet and hit two short arm clotheslines then to the corner, stomping at him then tossed him hard to the corner and connected with a hard clothesline splash, placing him on the top rope, doing a super flapjack as Bourne held his chest trying to rise up as Drew would beat him with his knees and European uppercuts. The mean streak wouldn't leave as Drew tossed him hard to the ropes dropping Bourne with a one handed spine buster, just mocking him now as he dropped the elbows, pulling Bourne to his feet, tossing him again to the ropes though Bourne would duck a big boot, springboarding off of the rope with a hurricanrana though Drew held on, pulling him up for a powerbomb as Bourne held on and flipped Drew out of the ring, skinning the cat back inside.
Drew was angry as he stormed back into the ring thus giving Bourne a chance to fight back with high offense kicks and sweeps, tossing Drew to the corner but missed a running knee and taking a release base suplex for his trouble followed up by an STO Backbreaker into a Flatliner as Drew covered for two. He looked at the ref with a sneer, pulilng Bourne up and pushed him to the corner, hitting hard knife edge chops and placed him upon the top once again, climbing up slowly and went to lock in a superplex though Bourne counters with a super sunset flip neck breaker, covering Drew for two.
Bourne slowly rose up, shaking his head a bit and would wait patiently, doing a rolling kick to Drew, knocking him to the corner and would start kicking to his ribs, climbing the rope for one across the head but was caught and powerbombed down for two. Drew hit the mat, yelling at the ref once again and pulled Bourne to his feet, picking him up and dropped with a few suplexes then nearly took his head off with a running big boot covering again for two. Drew slid out of the ring, literally grabbing the time keeper and tossed him as he grabbed a steel chair, sliding back into the ring and was ready to blast Bourne until the ref held upon the chair.
During the confusion Bourne was able to kick Drew in the jaw, knocking the ref down to the floor while the chair laid flat upon the mat. Bourne took that chance going for the chair but took another shot across the jaw with Drew's boot. Drew then picked the chair up, calling him on and swung hard. Bourne was able to duck and bounced off of the ropes doing a springboard 720 DDT on Drew, crashing upon the chair as well and quickly kicked it out of the ring, moving to the rope and would climb up and jumped, hitting the Shooting Star Press as the ref came into the ring for one...two...NO!
Drew kicked out and Bourne was a bit stunned, swallowing a bit as he would slowly get to his feet, waiting for Drew to get to his feet as he kicked him low in the stomach, trying for an Asai DDT but was pushed off right into the ref as he was knocked out. Bourne held his head and was dropped with the Future Shock DDT as Drew rolled out of the ring, picking the chair back up and rolled into the ring, opening it and set it down, pulling Bourne up and tossed him to the corner, placing him on top and climbed up after him, having an evil look in his eye as he would place him in a powerbomb position from the top rope and jumped, crashing down hard upon the chair below, crushing it along with Bourne in a sit down powerbomb.
Bourne was in agony as Drew tossed the broken chair out of the ring, removing one of the turnbuckle pads then slid out of the ring, grabbing the U.S. Title and re entered, placing the title down on the mat and locked Bourne for the Future Shock one more time though Bourne fought out, pushing him back and charged in though Drew would counter with a flapjack, smashing Bourne face first into the exposed turnbuckle then hit the Future Shock right on the U.S. Title, and would cover Bourne as the ref slowly climbed in.
One............Two.........Thre NO! Bourne kicked out. Somehow he had the strength to kick out as Drew was going mad, yelling out at the ref, screaming how you put him down for good. He was "Seething Red" to say the least as he would pick Bourne up wanting to try one more time though Bourne came alive with a high knee right to the jaw then another hard kick to the jaw, knocking him out as Bourne slowly climbed the top rope, trying to get his balance though Drew followed him, trying to knock him down, falling off of the rope flat upon his back as Bourne was quick, leaping for the Shooting Star and....CRASHED right upon the U.S. Title that Drew was covering with his back. Drew moved fast to move the title out of the way before the ref got his full wits back and dropped Bourne with another Future Shock square in the middle of the ring, covering for one...two....three.
The crowd was not liking that at all, tossing debris into the ring as Drew would smirk, rolling out of the ring with the U.S. Title, an evil grin upon his face as a bloody and hurt Bourne was in the ring holding his ribs in pain. The ref would check on him asking if he was okay as Drew slowly made his way up the ramp.
[Play Out].
Billy Kidman then came down to the ring with another referee, Nick Patrick to be exact as Charles Robinson was told to exit the ring. He kept complaining that Bourne was hurt and needed time to rest as Kidman then kicked him in the gut, tossing him out of the ring and tossed his vest, grabbing a mic.
"You call yourself a fighting champion, prove it!"
He tossed the mic as the match was then announced right there and then, Nick Patrick raising up the Crusierweight Title as the bell would sound. The fans rallied against this and called for Bourne to fight back or get out of there, it was madness as Kidman smirked, posing and would wait, taking a step back and would....stomp his foot against the mat a la...HBK as if mocking that great champion. He would wait as he came in hard with his foot but Bourne would duck, bouncing off of the rope and came at him with a cross bodyblock...though Kidman countered with an inverted piledriver, quickly climbing the top rope and would leap, hitting the Shooting Star Press on Bourne's injured ribs, covering for one...two...no..he broke the count. Kidman would smirk, climbing the top rope one more time and would leap again, hitting the Shooting Star Press covering for one....two.....no..he broke it again. Kidman heard the roar of the crowd as he rose up, climbing the top rope and hit a third Shooting Star Press covering for one...two....three.
Kidman rose up, acting as if he wrestled for an hour, over celebrating as he was awarded as the new Cruiserweight Champion, telling Bourne that 'it didn't have to be this way' and left the ring. The crowd chanting out 'bullshit' over and over again. Kidman smirked, having a mic in his hand.
"Oh...oh you think that's bullshit...now you're gonna be pissed."
He would run back into the ring, pushing the ref out of the way, picking Bourne up for a powerbomb and would toss him down from the ring to the floor below. Bourne was already hurting from his ribs and now his back as EMT's came flying down, yelling at Kidman to back off as the crowd yelled out, yelling out 'you suck' which caused Billy to pick up the mic again.
"My name is Billy Kidman.....YOUR Cruiserweight Champion...and your precious Evan Bourne's Legacy...just like the Great American Twin Towers....is dead."
Kidman was now in for it as fans were tossing debris into the ring and at him as he would slowly back up with a smirk upon his face, kissing his new title and stepped through the curtain as Bourne was placed upon a stretcher and not moving as they wheeled him to the back in haste.