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Post by DM on Mar 6, 2011 23:56:33 GMT
NWA Clash Of The Champions
Venue: Scotiabank Saddledome, Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Attendance: 19,000
Tagline: Punk/Bourne: The Final Encounter
Theme: Shinedown - Diamond Eyes
Dark Matches
Chono def. Hurricane Helms
The Patriot def. Rey Mysterio
Ted DiBiase Jr. def. Steven Richards
"Good evening everyone and welcome to NWA Clash of the Champions from beautiful Calgary Alberta Canada, 7 sensational matches tonight, all titles on the line and it's career vs. career."
"I hate to admit this Grish but it seems each Pay Per View is bigger and bigger than the next, for some reason, this company tops itself and tonight we're going to see a showcase that's for sure."
"Well lets not waste anymore time and take it down to Justin Roberts."
"Ladies and Gentleman this opening contest scheduled for one fall will have a ten minute time limit and is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Gabriel would stretch out as Rhodes would fix his hair, spraying on some cologne or something as the match would start, the clock starting to tick down as they would start to move around the ring. They went to lock up as Rhodes backed away with a grin, waving his finger and would lean over the ropes, blowing a kiss to a girl then went back at Gabriel. He break off again, doing a little strut with a grin and climbed the top rope, showing off his figure as Gabriel just waited as they locked up a third time, Rhodes breaking off and slapped Gabriel over the face, escaping to the floor.
Rhodes would laugh at himself, walking around the ring, not taking this match seriously as he would re enter at the count of seven, going to lock up though Gabriel tried attacking with his feet, Rhodes backing away and moved under the ropes, the ref forced to push Gabriel back. Rhodes would re enter and then took a karate pose, calling Gabriel on, doing a mach spin kick coming up about 90 feet short as Gabriel would do it correctly, knocking the heel of his foot to Rhodes' face, Cody rolling to the floor, holding his face.
He would move to the time keeper, checking a mirror to make sure he was okay, the crowd just booing him as Rhodes would roll into the ring, he was ready to fight as finally they would lock up, Rhodes getting him in a headlock though Gabriel tossed him off, leapfrogging over Rhodes and caught him with a backbody drop, waiting and would hit a low dropkick then a climb up insiguri, cracking it over the back of Rhodes' head, climbing the top rope and would drop him with a rolling neck breaker, rolling to his feet and would slap Rhodes right over the face.
Rhodes left the ring, literally throwing a temper tantrum on the floor, kicking the stairs and reached over, grabbing a beer bottle from a fan and smashed it over the steel post, entering the ring. Rhodes was dead serious about anyone touching his face as the ref quickly pushed him back, telling him to drop the bottle as Rhodes wanted to kill Gabriel though with some convincing Cody handed the broken bottle over, getting right in Gabriel's face and slapped him over the face as Gabriel would use that momentum and spun his body, kicking Cody over the head with his Roundhouse Kick, knocking him clear out. Rhodes was out cold as Gabriel would slowly climb the top rope and would come down hard with the 450 Splash upon him, covering for one....two....three.
Gabriel retained the title in four minutes flat, rolling out of the ring and let Cody just deal with his knock out, knowing once he woke up he would have one hell of a headache, Gabriel standing on the stage and rose his title up, smirking to himself as he walked to the back.
(Play MsChif)
"Introducing first, the challenger, the Scream Queen, MsChif!"
(Play Natalya)
"And her opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, the NWA Angel's Champion, Natalya!"
A very, very mixed reaction from the crowd indeed as Natalya and MsChif met in the center of the ring, Natalya holding the title up to MsChif's face, saying that this was her type of match, and that she wasn't going to win. She handed the belt to the referee, then extended her hand to her challenger, as MsChif slowly grabbed it and shook it to a great fan reaction. As Nattie pulled away though, MsChif held on and pulled her right up to her face, her eyes filled with desire and rage, as she smirked and screamed at the top of her lungs at Nattie, picking her up and dropping her hard with an Alabama Slam as the bell finally rang.
She mounted Nattie and started punching away at her head, the referee trying to get her to break it up. MsChif got to her feet and screeched at the referee, causing him to flee the ring in terror. She got back on top of Nattie and continued to hammer away until Nattie reversed it and started wailing away at MsChif, the two girls rolling around just beating each other down until they hit the outside of the ring, where they stood tall, just chopping and punching at each other, neither girl getting the advantage.
MsChif grabbed Nattie's hand and screeched, trying to throw her into the post, but Nattie shifted her weight and tossed MsChif to the post on the other side. MsChif ran full speed at the post, grabbed it and leapt in the air, spinning around the post and sliding back inside the ring, Nattie looking at her in disbelief. Nattie rolled into the ring, right into a chokehold, as she was backed into the corner. MsChif then did a monkey flip as Nattie landed flat on her back, but held onto MsChif's hands, bringing her down to her back as well. They both went to flip backwards, but kicked each other back down onto their backs, still holding hands, as they rolled to their stomachs, each one trying to get up first. They got back to their feet as MsChif headbutted Natalya and went for a hurricanrana, which was quickly countered into the Sharpshooter!
MsChif frantically fought against getting turned over and reached the ropes, kicking Natalya off, freaking out that she almost got caught. She charged forward at Nattie who went for a sidewalk slam, but MsChif hit a flying headscissor and held on, wrapping her legs around Nattie's throat and neck and grabbed her arm, pulling back on it, applying a headscissor chokehold. Nattie fell to her back, slamming MsChif down to the mat, breaking it, before clotheslining her over the top to the outside, the pace of the match starting off very fast, as the crowd was split.
MsChif was a little angry as she turned around to enter the ring and got a baseball slide into the chest, knocking her up the ramp. Natalya charged forward but was tripped up by a drop toe hold, landing face first on the ramp, as MsChif locked in a single leg boston crab, the referee coming right over to see if Nattie wanted to give it up. She emphatically said no and broke the crab quickly, kicking MsChif toward the ring. MsChif turned around as Nattie closed the distance, rocking her with a right hand and ramming her head into the apron before tossing her back inside, Nattie following in. MsChif got back to her feet and kicked to the midsection and dropped Natalya with a front facebuster. She sat on top of her and reeled back with a recliner, working the back and neck of the champion. Natalya held on, not giving up, being in the hold for quite some time until MsChif broke it up and delivered a pair of elbows to her lower back, finishing with a standing moonsault to her back.
She picked Nattie up and sent her hard into the turnbuckle, Nattie coming out holding her back. MsChif kicked low and hit a snap suplex, more damage being done to the back. She dropped a leg on the back of Natalya's neck and sat down next to her head, locking in a headlock, trying to rip her head off her shoulders. Natalya was able to squirm out and switch to a hammerlock, bringing MsChif down to her stomach, as Natalya started dropping knees on her lower back, also taking some time to show MsChif's knees some attention, as she grabbed them and blasted them into the mat, obviously working them for the Sharpshooter. Nattie turned MsChif on her back and grabbed her legs, kicking at the backs of the knees, keeping her down. She picked MsChif's legs up high and went for a slingshot into the turnbuckles, but MsChif leapt up on the second rope and quickly hit the top, leaping off with a moonsault, knocking Natalya down!
MsChif wasted no time, sitting Natalya up and grabbing both of her arms from behind. She crossed them across Nattie's throat and reeled back, sitting down and posting her back with her feet, locking in a sitting stranglehold, using Nattie's own arms to choke her. The ref was right there, but Nattie emphatically shook her head, not giving up at all. MsChif pulled back harder, causing Nattie to stand up, as MsChif pushed her back up, Natalya being bent backwards, being strangled by her own arms! Camera flashes were everywhere, as Natalya was being tortured in this hold for a good minute or so before MsChif kicked her off, causing Nattie's face to hit the turnbuckle. MsChif crawled behind Nattie, causing her to trip and land on her back. MsChif sat her back up and locked in a front butterfly lock, but Nattie was too close to the ropes, as her foot lifted up and got the ropes, the referee causing the break.
Nattie rolled out of the ring, in massive pain, being taught a lesson in submission wrestling, being subjected to freakish submissions, as MsChif followed her outside. She went to throw Nattie into the stairs backfirst, but Natalya reversed and sent MsChif knees and legs first into the steps, MsChif flying over the stairs, screaming in pain, holding her legs. The referee immediately went to check on her and threw up the "X" sign, implying that MsChif was in fact, injured. Officials came down, but MsChif wanted no part of them, as she struggled to her feet, Natalya getting back to hers, as MsChif turned around, staring a hole straight through Nattie as she limped towards her. Nattie charged forward and dropkicked the stairs at MsChif's knees, but MsChif jumped up, avoiding the top portion of the steps and leapt off the bottom portion, but was caught in a slam, one of her legs wrapping across the top of the steel railing!
MsChif was hurt badly as Natalya locked in a Brock Lock, lifting MsChif off the floor! The ref ran over to MsChif, asking her if she wanted to quit, but she just pushed the referee away, grabbing a hold of the railing and pulling herself up, straightening her leg out. Somehow, she got her other leg underneath her and stood on one leg, the other leg being draped over Nattie's neck. MsChif jumped up and kicked Natalya square in the face, breaking the hold, and driving the back of Nattie's head into the steel post, as both girls were down on the floor, in massive pain. MsChif searched under the ring and grabbed a steel chair, using it to get back to her feet, as she stood over Natalya, who was still knocked loopy from hitting the post. MsChif wound up heavy and slammed the chair against Natalya's back four times before finally tossing the chair into the ring and rolling inside, trying to give her legs a rest.
Natalya was down on the outside, holding her back as she finally rolled back inside into the waiting arms of MsChif, who had opened the chair and set it up. She grabbed Nattie from behind and hit a german suplex on the chair, Nattie's head and neck snapping off the seat of the chair!
"Oh my god!!! She's trying to cripple Natalya, Bobby!"
"She shouldn't have left the kitchen, Todd! If she was back in the dungeon doing the dishes, she wouldn't be hurt like that!"
"What about MsChif, Brain?"
"She can go wherever she wants, if she can do that, I'm not gonna tell her to do the dishes, she might jab me in the face with a broken plate!"
MsChif was in control now, as she picked Natalya up and kicked her low, setting her up for a powerbomb, but stopped as she turned around to the turnbuckle, letting Nattie go. She took the turnbuckle pad off the top, exposing the steel ring, but from behind, Natalya blasted MsChif in the legs with the chair, MsChif screaming out in pain! She tried to roll out of the corner, but Natalya grabbed her leg and savagely rammed it into the steel post twice. She then got a twinkle in her eye and pulled a page out of Uncle Bret's playbook, locking in the figure four on the steel ringpost! MsChif screamed at the top of her lungs, not giving up, blasting the mat with her hands, but not tapping out, as she tried frantically to break the hold as she reached for the chair behind her. She tossed the chair through the middle and bottom ropes as the edge of the chair blasted Natalya right in the face, busting her wide open, breaking the hold, and possibly Natalya's nose.
MsChif got back to her feet, but could not stand, using the ropes to hold herself up as the referee went to check on Natalya, who got back to her feet and rolled into the ring. MsChif kicked her, but Nattie grabbed her leg and went for the Sharpshooter again, but MsChif kicked her off, neck and backfirst into the exposed turnbuckle, causing Natalya to fall forward, face first. MsChif rolled her up backwards and cloverleafed the legs, locking in her finishing submission, the Double Leg Muta Lock! Natalya had nowhere to go, as she struggled in this punishing hold in the center of the ring, the referee right in her face, which was dripping with blood from her nose and mouth, as Natalya started to weaken.
Natalya's hand hit the mat lifeless as the referee grabbed her hand and dropped it once. He grabbed it one more time and let go... twice! MsChif was gonna win the Angel's Championship by submission! Three, no!!!! Natalya's hand did not drop as she reached over MsChif's face and raked at her eyes, breaking the hold, surviving, but for how much longer? Natalya slowly got back to her feet as MsChif hit the top rope gingerly, slowly, slowly rising up, whipping her head back and screaming out to the heavens, going for a missile dropkick, but Natalya caught her and went for the Sharpshooter once more! She locked her legs and crossed them, but out of nowhere, MsChif spat the Green Mist into her face, blinding her, and knocking her on her back, as MsChif got up and stepped through, locking in the Sharpshooter herself!
MsChif had this locked in as she shook her head up and down, nodding that the match was hers, screaming out for Natalya to tap out as Natalya reached for the ropes, being mere inches away, as MsChif pulled her to the center of the ring and reeled back even harder, Natalya had nowhere to go, as her hand ALMOST hit the mat, she almost tapped out to her own hold, as she tried to power out of it, and kicked MsChif off, but MsChif held strong, keeping the hold locked in!
"This is it, Natalya's going to lose to her own hold! This is it!"
"This is a fantastic match, Body!"
Natalya almost passed out from the pain but grabbed MsChif's leg and tripped her, breaking the Sharpshooter, but quickly locked it the Sharpshooter herself, MsChif having nowhere to go!
"Holy hell! She countered into a Sharpshooter of her own!"
MsChif crawled frantically to the ropes, reaching for them as she was inches away, she grabbed the rope, but couldn't hold onto them as Natalya pulled her to the center of the ring, MsChif having nowhere to go as her hand hit the mat. The referee grabbed her hand and let go, but MsChif's hand did not drop even once, as she pushed herself up off the canvas and tried to power her way to the ropes. Natalya however leaned back even farther, Natalya's shoudlers hitting the mat, bending MsChif literally in half, almost snapping her in two, as the cameras flashed everywhere! MsChif screamed out at the top of her lungs, trying to move, but Nattie had her pinned against the mat, as MsChif finally tapped out to the Sharpshooter!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still the NWA Angel's Champion, Natalya!"
Everyone in attendance, all the commentators, and probably everyone in the back were on their feet applauding the match they had just witnessed as Natalya helped MsChif back up to her feet and held her up, asking her if she was okay. MsChif pushed Natalya away, holding herself up by the ropes. The music stops as it seems like MsChif is about to beat the living hell out of Natalya as she grabs the Angel's title, staring at it, knowing that she was inches away from winning it herself. She then walks up to Natalya....... and hands her the title, shaking her hand and raising it in the air, actually going so far as to put it around her waist, patting her on the back as Natalya's music hits again, both girls put on a wrestling clinic as MsChif didn't win the title, but perhaps greater than that, won Natalya's respect, as MsChif left the ring, leaving the champion to bask in the glory of victory.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall will have a 30 minute time limit and will be for ROH/NWA Pure Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Both men stood in the ring, stretching out some as they moved to the center of the ring going eye to eye. Misawa would say something to him as Beniot just smirked at him, starting the match off by headbutting Misawa. He kicked him to the corner they slugged over his head as Misawa put Benoit to the corner and chopped him over the chest. Benoit would respond with a chop of his own. Misawa would then chop him back as Benoit did as well, each of them exchanging knife edge, the sound echoing through the arena, each hit just seemed to get louder and louder by the chop as they continued on for a solid minute. Misawa hit a huge chop as Benoit yelled at him to do it again, standing there and took ten vicious chops to the chest. Benoit would then respond by chopping Misawa ten times over his chest. Misawa yelled at him as they would continue to chop each other all over again, sweat just flying off of their bodies as Benoit got the upper hand, chopping twenty times across Misawa's chest. Misawa would respond back with twenty five chops across the chest and then Benoit a solid thirty.
Finally they were starting to slow down as their chests were dark red, Misawa hitting Beniot with a vicious double handed chop that sent him to the ropes, Benoit then doing a running Mongolion Chop that actually hurt his hand, shaking it some as Misawa and Benoit just looked on. They would lock up, both of them jocking for position, grunting as they would break off, neither side winning. Misawa would then raise his palms up as Benoit would obligue as they locked up in a greco roman knuckle lock, both of them pushing against each other. They each tried to twist the wrist and fingers though sadly while Misawa got one hand under his control Benoit had the other. Both of them were too proud to show pain to the other as slowly their wrists came up, Misawa being the stronger of the two as he would start to push Benoit, bending him back as Beniot did a bridge, bending all the way back. Benoit slowly would push himself back up, trying to win over Misawa and actually would duck underneath, suplexing him over in a northern light suplex covering for two.
Both men rose up and charged in, Misawa catching him with a headlock takedown, wrenching on the head and quickly turned it into a butterfly lock. Benoit yelled out but pulled to his feet, breaking the hold by rolling out. Misawa bounced off the rope as Benoit tripped him down, locking in an STF. Misawa grunted some, pushing himself up and rammed Benoit to the corner, turning around and dropped him with a DDT then quickly applied a sitdown inverted full nelson. Benoit would kick with his feet, forcing himself to flip his body forward, breaking the hold and locked up with Misawa again, tossing him to the ropes and took him down with a hip toss then quickly applied a crucifix armbar.
Slowly Misawa pulled himself up, Benoit letting go of the hold and was short arm clotheslined down, Misawa locking in a spinning leg lock. Benoit would kick him off after a moment, rising to his feet as Misawa kicked at the knee, picking him up for a suplex though Benoit fought out and came down hard with a frontface lock ddt, holding onto him tightly. Benoit latched on like a cobra as Misawa pulled to his feet, Benoit wrapping his legs around to scissor though Misawa would bear hug him, trying to now apply pressure to him, both men locking in a submission hold. Slowly it was easy to see Misawa was losing the exchange, starting to run towards the ropes and would do a mach suicide dive, crashing Benoit into the barricade.
Slowly he rose up, rubbing his head a bit as he tossed Benoit into the ring, climbing the top rope and came down with a dropsault, rising up as he and caught Benoit with a gorilla press, dropping him over the rope as Benoit dangled over it, holding his ribs as Misawa moved to the apron. He grabbed Benoit's head, looking to DDT him to the floor though Chris fought back, his feet touching the apron and used his neck to flip Misawa back into the ring. He would strike with heavy kicks and strikes to his back and head, tossing him to the corner and started to punch and kick over his head, climbing up and started a ten punch until Misawa would drop him with a running powerbomb that would have worked if Benoit hadn't countered it into a hurricanrana.
Chris rose first and chopped to the already swollen chest, tossing Misawa to the ropes and caught a dropkick, a hip toss, another drop kick then a drop toe hold quickly locking in a hammerlock clutch. Hitting the mat in anger, Misawa dared not for a rope break and simply rolled his body, breaking out of the hold and kicked Benoit hard in the face to the corner. That stunned him as Misawa went after him only to get a rabid Chris bolt from the corner and clothesline him down, watching him rise up and dropped him with a snap suplex, then another one, and another one, finishing up with a climb up tornado ddt, covering only for two.
Benoit pulled up first, grunting a bit now as he tried for a bulldog though Misawa pushed him off, Chris bouncing off the ropes and quickly slid under his legs, quickly locking in a Dragonsleeper. Misawa would try his elbow but Benoit wouldn't let go, Misawa forced to use his neck muscles and pulled him up and slammed him down hard with a modified slam. Slowly he rose up, rubbing his neck and grabbed Benoit in a full nelson though he fought out by rolling forward, forcing him off the hold, though Misawa held on. He rose up as Benoit would try rolling again though Misawa held on, this time scissoring the legs around. Beniot would growl a bit, shaking his arms some and would break out with his arms, punching at his legs and forced the break, rising up as Benoit dropped him with a belly to belly suplex then a belly to back suplex then a front sault suplex and finally a gutwrench suplex.
Benoit rose up, yelling out to the crowd and moved to pick him up as Misawa punched low in the gut, hitting a snap suplex of his own, then a double underhook suplex, a side suplex, a back suplex and finished him off with a release dragonplex, Benoit landing hard on his neck. Slowly he rose up, realizing what Misawa just did, ducking a punch and caught him with a german suplex, holding on. Benoit then went for another one and tried for the third though Misawa would block, moving behind him and would hit a german suplex of his own, latching on and would hit another one, going for the third as Benoit would block. Benoit would then hit a german suplex then another though the third was blocked as Misawa got behind him, doing the same thing. Misawa went for three as Benoit blocked with his foot, breaking out of his grip and got behind Misawa, hitting a german suplex, then another, and finally the third....and a forth..and a fifth, and a sixth, and a seventh, and an eighth, and a ninth, and FINALLY a tenth, releasing on the last one.
Slowly Benoit rose up after that exchange, moving to his legs and went for a Sharpshooter, slowly turning him over and had it locked in. Misawa would grunt a bit, pushing up with his palms and would push Benoit off with his feet, rising up and would duck a punch, dropping him with a leg sweep and locked him in a Texas Cloverleaf.
Benoit knew how to break out of his hold, spinning his body some and broke out, both men rising up and started to slug it out with heavy fists. Soon the exchange would break as Misawa hit a hard knee to the stomach, dropping Benoit with a spiked pile driver, pulling him up and finished the job with a brainbuster, Benoit laying flat as he was covered but only for two.
Misawa rose, looking to end the game as he pushed him to the corner, kicking to his ribs then started to chop over his chest, increasing in speed, hitting machine gun chops, Misawa then setting him up on the top rope and started to slug at him, picking him up and dropped Benoit with a super fisherman suplex, crashing down hard, covering only for two.
Getting to his feet Misawa dragged him up, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a high angle powerslam, locking in a cross arm breaker. Benoit would try to fight his way out though Misawa had the weight advantage, Benoit unable to easily break free, his leg reaching for the rope but instead he would start to flex his arm and broke out of the hold, rolling to his feet though Misawa caught him with an armdrag, locking in stretch pram. Benoit would fight out, using his knee to fight out, bashing it across Misawa's head, rising up and rushed in though he was dropped with a flapjack across the rope, whipping back as Misawa then flipped him over, locking in a halfcrab/muta lock. Benoit would slam his fist down, unable to move now as he would just fight within the hold, the only way to break it was to reach up and rake the eye of Misawa, forcing it to break.
Both men rose as Benoit would ram Misawa to the corner, chopping to his chest and climbed up, punching to his head but Misawa pushed him off. Benoit would climb up again for the same thing but he was pushed off again. He went for a third but took a big boot to the face, Misawa climbing the rope and came down with a double axe though Benoit quickly grabbed him, nearly getting him down for the crossface though Misawa counterd with a clothesline as Benoit ducked and countered that into a crucifix pin for two.
Both men rose again, Benoit hitting a dragonscrew, working on the knee, kicking at it a little bit then slammed it to the mat, trying for a sharpshooter again as Misawa kicked him off. Benoit came back hard, doing a suicide dive right into his knee, taking him down again then locked in a reverse chin lock. Misawa tried to rise up but his knee was killing him, forced to flip Benoit off of him, struggling to his feet as Benoit kicked to the knee, Misawa standing due to the ropes. Benoit would slam him with a knee breaker then a back suplex, going for the sharpshooter again but Misawa kicked him off, springing up and would knocked out as Benoit connected with a climb up insiguri, covering only for two.
Chris rose first knowing he had to end this quick, going to pick him up but took a hard kick across the head, Misawa rising up, hobbling a bit as Benoit went for the knee though Misawa blocked his attempt, slamming him down and needed a moment, shaking his leg out and would go to pull him up as Benoit quickly grabbed him, again almost getting the crossface on him but Misawa blocked, tossing him to the ropes, missing a clothesline as Beniot hit a cross body as both of them fell to the floor on the outside.
Slowly they would rise, chopping to each other's chests, Misawa kicking low and bashed his head into the steel stairs, Benoit responding by doing the same himself, both of them rolling into the ring and locked up again, Benoit with an armdrag, Misawa with a headlock takedown, Benoit with a mandara twist, Misawa with a hip toss, Benoit with a dropkick, Misawa with a clothesline, Benoit with a running shoulder lariat and finally Misawa with a release suplex, both of them rising up and stared each other down, stopping.
They stood in the center of the ring, going nose to nose as Benoit pushed him, Misawa responding with a punch, Benoit with a kick, Misawa with a chop, Benoit with a headbutt, trying for a suplex but Misawa blocked, raising him up for a suplex but Benoit blocked, coming down and tried a suplex again but again Misawa would block, landing on his feet as Misawa picked him up and over as Benoit landed on his feet, countering it into a neckbreaker, moving to the corner and stared to climb as Misawa got behind him, trying for a super backsuplex, coming down hard as Benoit actually flipped, landing flat upon his face, holding his ribs as Misawa picked him up, going for the Emerald Flowsion, Benoit sliding out, going for a german suplex though Misawa blocked, breaking the hold with his own hands, turning around as Benoit quickly turned the hold into the Crippler Crossface.
The fans went crazy as Benoit had it locked in, Misawa stuck in the middle of the ring, fans screaming out for him to tap tap tap. Misawa crawling slowly to the ropes though Benoit pulled him back the best he could, Misawa unable to reach as he tried rolling, Benoit still having it locked in. Misawa rose his hand up and slammed it upon the mat, frustrated as he would try rolling again, Benoit still having it locked in, now Misawa getting even more frustrated as he hit the mat with his fist, rolling over again but STILL Benoit was latched on. Misawa would grunt, Benoit yelling at him to tap as Misawa would then start to push himself up but then fell due to the hurt leg. Benoit yelled out as Misawa rose his hand up, ready to tap as he brought it down hard, pushing up with his hand and quickly rolled his body not just once but twice as they rolled under the ropes to the floor below.
Benoit forced himself to let go of the hold, grabbing Misawa and went to slam his head into the announcers table though Misawa blocked, picking him up for the Emerald Flowsion though Benoit slid out again, ramming his head into the steel post and laid him out on the table, Misawa knocked out cold as Benoit rolled into the ring to break up the count, slowly climbing up the top rope and poised himself. He had a sick look in his eye as he would leap for the flying headbutt and crashed through the table as Misawa rolled aside. Fans screamed out at that insane move, the replay showing it five or six times as Misawa rolled to his feet, looking down at the wreckage and would roll into the ring, breaking the count then rolled out, picking up the near dead Benoit, rising him up for the Emerald Flowsion right on the concrete, the mats being removed for the match as he rolled back into the ring.
Misawa held his knee some, Benoit laying upon the cold floor like a stone as the ref would count.
"1.....2......3.....4......5......6.....7.....8.....9.......10.....11......12"
Benoit slowly started to move though his body had to be feeling like lead.
"13.......14....."
Gingerly he rolled over to his stomach, starting to attempt to push himself up, crawling towards the ring.
"15......16.......17..."
Benoit reached up, slowly pulling himself up with all of his might, fans willing him on.
"18.........19......"
"Come on Chris....come on man get in there, push...push."
"20."
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner by Count Out, Mitsuhara Misawa."
Benoit may have lost the match but he kept hold of the title, falling to the floor in agony. Misawa had defeated the Crippler and made him pay for challenging 'HIM' to a match tonight. He, like all of his other opponents, hurt Benoit in a bad way, making others think twice about fighting the Legend of Misawa as he moved through the curtain, Benoit needing help to his feet.
In the back, Kevin Kelly was with the challengers, The Legion of Doom.
"Gentlemen, tonight you go up against one of the most dominant tag teams in wrestling history, a team you have a terrific rivalry with, Demolition."
"Let me tell ya something, Kevin! We were sitting at home in Chicago, and we were watching Starrcade! We saw Demolition destroy Priceless and we were pissed! You took our spot, Demolition, and now we're going to take what should be ours! You did NOTHING at World War, and you won the chance to be the champions, and now we want what is ours, tell 'em, Hawk!"
"Welllll! From what I see, it seems to be, that these two claim to be the best tag team of NWA. BULLSH*T!!!"
The crowd explodes in a shocked response, but cheer wildly.
"You little bastards took our spot in Starrcade, and we ran through every team in the battle royal on Nitro, and we ran through all the teams at World War, and YOU got the #1 contender's spot! Well now, you're going to go through Hell, and we're gonna make you pay..." The crowd says it along with Hawk and Animal: "THE ROAD WARRIOR WAY! OHHHHHHHH WHAT A RUSH!"
Alfred Hayes was with Demolition on the other side:
"Gentlemen, you heard the comments from the Legion of Doom, what is your response?"
"Oh yeah, we heard 'em, but as far as I'm concerned, we earned that title shot, because the last time I checked, the Road Warriors had TWO title shots before we even ENTERED this company. And both of those times, they blew it! They blew it like MVP blew it against The Undertaker! You can claim outside interference all you want, but WE stood tall! We persevered, and we didn't blow it!"
"So the Blow Warriors, the Legion of Defeat, call yourselves whatever you want, but you will NEVER be able to call yourselves NWA World Tag Team Champions!"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tornado tag team matchup, with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the NWA World Tag Team Championship!"
(Play LoD)
"Introducing the challengers, from Chicago, Illinois, at a combined weight of 580lbs, Road Warrior Hawk, Road Warrior Animal, the Legion of Doom!"
(Play Demolition)
"And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 583lbs, they are the NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ax and Smash, Demolition!"
The bell didn't even sound before Demolition and the LoD started brawling it out, as the referee flew from the ring, calling for the bell, the match officially getting started, the crowd going absolutely wild. The four men just traded rights and lefts for what seemed like hours until Demolition hit the ropes and clotheslined LoD, no one moving. LoD repeated and clotheslined Demolition, again, no one falls.
"You talk about four guys who just wanna beat the hell out of each other, this is it right here, boys! I was in that position once, I can just feel the intensity!"
"They're just pissed because they can't decide which one of them has the best face paint."
"Guys, don't start now!"
"Let me tell you something Heenan, you BETTER give me respect!"
"I'll give you $10 to shut up, maybe you can buy better clothes from that homeless guy outside the arena here in Calgary."
Demoltion and LoD this time both hit the ropes and Demolition went for the clotheslines, missing them. On the return pass, LoD shoulderblocked both of them down to the outside, the crowd exploding in cheers as the roof almost came off, the crowd still on their feet as Demolition went to the outside. LoD followed them out as Animal blasted Ax into the steel stairs while Smash and Hawk started slugging it out on the outside. The referee tried to get order maintained in the match, but both Hawk and Smash stared right at him, causing him to run back into the ring.
"The referee better learn that those guys will get in the ring when they feel like it!"
Hawk and Smash continued to just trade blows back and forth until Hawk tossed Smash into the ring. Smash hit the ropes and nearly had his head taken off by a stiff lariat from Hawk who quickly went to cover, but Smash got up at two. Hawk picked him back up and shoved him into the corner, Ax coming in. Ax got to the center of the ring and rose his hands up in the air, calling for a test of strength. Animal came in to oblige, as Hawk and Smash stayed in the corners, watching what was about to happen.
Ax and Animal got into a shoving match until finally Ax rose his hands up in the air, and Animal grabbed hold, the two men jocking for the superior position, neither man backing down. Hawk and Smash got back into the center of the ring as THEY engaged in a test of strength as well, as NO ONE had a clear advantage in the match! All four men broke it off and charged at each other again, this time Demolition took down LoD, knocking THEM out of the ring, as the fans exploded again. LoD got back up into the ring as the war was on, Animal took Smash down to the canvas as Hawk mixed it up with Ax. Animal hammered away on Smash while Hawk picked Ax up and suplexed him hard to the mat.
Smash blocked a right hand and kicked Animal off, getting back to his feet and delivering a monster of a clothesline, sending him over the top to the outside. He locked up with Hawk who pushed him back to the corner and shoulder blocked the midsection. Ax came from behind and turned Hawk around, but he got knocked down with a stiff punch in the face, Hawk taking control by himself. However, the numbers game got to him as Smash came from the corner and kicked his leg out from under him, allowing Ax to get to his feet and hammer Hawk down to the canvas. Animal tried to get back into the ring, but Smash knocked him off the apron back down to the floor and went outside to attack him.
Hawk got back to his feet and started to hammer away again, but Ax grabbed him and tossed him to the ropes, shoulder blocking him down. He dropped an elbow straight onto Hawk's head, covering him quickly, but only got a one. On the outside, Animal bodyslammed Smash straight onto the ground, and slid back into the ring to help Hawk. Ax intercepted him with an elbow to the jaw and whipped Animal into the ropes, hitting a big time powerslam. He rose back to his feet and clotheslined Hawk back down, then Animal, then Hawk again. Smash came back into the ring and grabbed Hawk with Ax and loaded up for a double suplex. They lifted him high into the air but Smash was tackled down by Animal, causing Hawk to fall on top of Ax! 1..... 2..... no. Hawk got back to his feet and whipped Ax into the corner, who came out with a stiff clothesline, taking Hawk back down again.
Animal took Smash down with a double leg takedown and slingshotted him straight into his partner, knocking both men down as he helped Hawk up to his feet. They went to clothesline Demolition out of the ring, and Hawk nailed Smash, but Animal was backdropped out of the ring by Ax, leaving Ax and Hawk in the ring. Hawk kicked low and picked Ax up for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for about four or five seconds before dropping him down hard. He floated over quickly for a cover, but only got two. A loud thud was heard from the outside as cameras caught Smash being sent hard into the stairs, moving them halfway across the ringside area, as these four men were just beating the shit out of each other! Animal picked up the top portion of the stairs and launched them at Smash's face, but Smash ducked out of the way as the stairs hit the post, the stairs bending around the post and being dented as Smash quickly got back to his feet.
On the inside, Hawk was keeping Ax at bay with a camel clutch, the referee right there to see if Ax would give up, as he called for another referee to maintain order on the outside. Smash tackled Animal on the outside as Animal went back first into the railing, being clotheslined over the railing into the first row of ringside. Smash then came back into the ring to help Ax, as he clotheslined Hawk, breaking the camel clutch. Smash tossed Hawk into the corner, but Hawk quickly got out as Smash came in and collided with the turnbuckle, Hawk climbing the ropes on the other side. He leapt halfway across the ring and took both members down with a flying clothesline from the top rope! Hawk covered Smash! 1..... 2..... no! Smash got his shoulder off the mat! Ax got back up as Hawk clotheslined him over the top in front of the announcer's table.
Animal was right there on the outside, working over on Ax as he took one of the TV monitors and decked Ax in the head with it, the referee warning him that he'd dq him if he got out of line. As Animal was distracted by the referee, Ax took the opportunity to unplug the other monitor and throw it at Animal, but Animal dodged it, the monitor flying through the air and hitting the referee in the head! Thankfully there was still a referee on the inside of the ring, although he didn't see what transpired. Hawk picked Smash up who was revitalized, hitting an inverted atomic drop, and then a dropkick to Hawk's chest, knocking him down. He kicked him out of the ring and followed him out.
Animal blasted Ax's head into the announce table while Hawk was still recovering, being pummeled by Smash. Animal came over and Smash charged at him but was caught with a powerslam right on the outside, the camera man almost being knocked down. Animal called over to Hawk who was still trying to get up, so Animal bought him some more time by nailing Smash's head into the post. Hawk got back up and got on the apron, climbing the top rope as Ax was lifted on Animal's shoulders!
"Holy shit, get outta here, they're coming right to us!"
Ax punched Animal frantically to try and get down, and did, as Smash came from undernath Hawk and grabbed hold of him, throwing him off the top rope straight through the announce table!! Chants of "Holy shit!" were heard throughout the arena as Animal began to show some signs of fury, throwing Ax into the railing and kicking Smash in the head with a big boot. Animal went over to Hawk to try and wake him up, but nothing was working, Hawk was down and out. Eventually, Demolition got back to their feet and double teamed on Animal, tossing him back into the ring. They threw him to the ropes and hit a double back elbow, followed by a double elbow drop onto Animal's chest. Animal however, got RIGHT back up, the adrenaline flowing through his body as he double clotheslined the two of them down.
He grabbed Ax and threw him into the corner, setting him up on the top rope. He went for a superplex and loaded Ax up for it, but Smash came from underneath and had Animal set for a powerbomb! Smash powerbomed Animal, but Animal still had Ax, so the powerbomb caused Animal to superplex Ax as well, all three men going down from the massive superplex/powerbomb combo! Smash picked Ax up and set him up in the corner, trying to wake him up and make sure he was all right, as they signalled for the end. Smash ascended to the top rope as Ax hit a backbreaker on Animal, setting up for the Decapitator and they hit it in the center of the ring. However, from the outside, rising from the wreckage of the table was Hawk, as he screamed out and bum rushed the ring!
Hawk ran straight through Smash, knocking him over the top rope with a vicious clothesline! He grabbed Ax and whipped him to the rope, hitting a back body drop, Ax landing hard on the mat. Ax was blasted into the turnbuckle and set up on the top rope again, as Hawk picked him up and tossed him with a super fallaway slam, sending him all the way across the ring! Hawk was a house of fire as he picked up Animal and slapped him awake, getting the blood flowing back in his body, as they double spinebusted Ax to the mat. Hawk went for the cover! 1..... 2..... NO! We almost had new Tag Team Champions, but not quite! Smash rolled back into the ring into the waiting arms of LoD. Animal kicked low and set Smash up for a piledriver as Hawk hit the ropes, leaping off and assisting, hitting a double team spike piledriver! Animal covered Smash! 1..... 2..... NO! Ax broke up the count but barely as Hawk body slammed him down for his efforts.
LoD was in complete control, Animal whipped Smash into the turnbuckles and set him up on his shoulders for the Doomsday Device! Animal turned around to face Hawk, and as Hawk leapt off, he hit the clothesline, but at the same exact time, Ax speared Animal into the ground, as all four men crashed down onto the mat! The impact of the fall of all four men caused the referee to fall to his back, and Ax to land on top of Animal! The referee quickly went over! 1..... 2...... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners and still NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ax and Smash, Demolition!"
All four men were laid out in the ring as no one was moving too much, but Demolition had their hands raised in victory. Broken tables, dislodged stairs, and carnage lay all about, as Demolition crawled out of the ring with the tag titles still around their waists. None of the four men were real "winners" in the match, but at least Demolition could wake up the next morning and say that they were still the World Tag Team Champions!
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Post by DM on Mar 6, 2011 23:57:30 GMT
Part II
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall is career vs. career and there must be a winner."
[Play Out]
Jarrett stood in the ring as Cena would stare a hole through him, the crowd obviously behind him as Jarrett rose his hands up in victory already, Cena raising his hadns up as the fans popped, both of them meeting in the center of the ring. Jarrett would talk trash as Cena just listened to him until Jarrett slapped him over the face, Cena responding with a hard fist across the jaw that rocked him. Jarrett pulled himself up, yelling at the ref that it was a closed fist but gouged him in the eye, hitting along his back and even scratched at it, ramming his head into the turnbuckle and punched to his kidneys and ribs, climbing up and started a ten punch, getting to three as Cena literally tossed him off. Jarrett rose and was clothesline out of his pants, hitting the mat hard and was hit with another, and another, and another, Cena picking him up like superman and tossed him out of the ring like trash.
Cena would roll out after him, smiling all the while and bashed his head into the steel steps, not just once, but ten times, releasing as Jarrett found his way into the ring, swinging at the air and fell on his rear, Cena just watching him as Jarrett would rise up, staggering and swung at him, falling at his feet. Cena slowly picked him up, ramming him into the corner and started to ram his shoulders into the midsection, slugging over Jarrett's head and took a shot himself over the jaw. Cena would smile, taking another hit as he took a step back, leaning over and offered him another free shot. Jarrett then wound up, swinging as Cena picked him up for the FU though Jarrett gouged the eye, rolling to the floor.
Cena went after him, chasing him around the ring as Jarrett rolled inside, dropping an elbow but his the mat as Cena pulled back out then back inside, pulling Jarrett up and rose him up for a suplex, a scoop suplex then ducked as Jarrett swung for the fences, dropping him with a backsuplex then clotheslined out of the ring.
Cena went after him again, pulling him up as Jarrett quickly pulled him down, Cena smacking headfirst into the stairs. He rose up with a laugh, strutting a bit and told Cena that 'you can't see me' and took a hard punch to the ribs then a bash into the post, Cena picking up the steel stairs and would launch them like a javaline, Jarrett thankfully moving into the ring just in time as Cena went after him. Jarrett came in with a clothesline though Cena tackled him down, punching at his head and started to bash it into the mat, pulling off and yelled out, slamming Jarrett hard on the mat then tossed him to the corner, watching him smack off and backbody dropped him. Jarrett's expression said the story as Cena pulled him up and rammed him shoulder first into the post, pulling him off and did it to the other post, then the other post and lastly the final post, hitting Jarrett with a powerful german suplex, Cena covering only for two, Jarrett holding his shoulder in pain.
Cena tossed him to the ropes, dropping him with a rolling spine buster then grabbed his legs, spinning around with a superman swing, tossing Jarrett. He staggered to his feet as Cena rammed him in the corner, placing him on top and hit a vicious uppercut, climbing up and dropped Jeff with a superplex, springing up and covered only for two.
He nodded, more fun for him anyway as he picked him up and dropped him crotch first over the top rope then started to move it up and down, Jarrett flopping into the ring, holding his privates and took a stiff haymaker across the jaw, laying over the middle rope as Cena climbed the top rope and hit a legdrop over the back of Jarrett's head, choking him with the rope as well. Jarrett rose up, holding his throat as Cena hit a shoulder lariat then clotheslined him down, watching him rise and dropped him with a full nelson slam, trying for an STF but Jarrett fought out, kicking to his knee then grabbed the tights, sending Cena to the floor.
This gave him a chance to recover as Cena climbed up upon the apron taking a hard kick to the face by Jarrett whom would DDT him inside, covering for two. Jarrett would drop a few elbows, locking in a headlock until Cena started to rise up, fighting out with hard elbows to the stomach, bouncing off the rope but was caught in a sleeper. Jarrett climbed up, scissoring the legs around him and locked on, Cena moving to the corner and rammed him though he held on. Cena would start to walk, falling to his knees as Jarrett laughed out until Cena rose up, reaching back and grabbed Jarrett, flipping him over. He shook his head and swung, the sleeper taking its effect as Cena missed and fell to the mat, Jarrett quickly locking in another sleeper with a bodyscissor, having Cena down on the mat.
Jarrett had him latched real good, the ref checking Cena's arm once, twice but on the third it rose up, shaking in rage as he started to fight it, rising to his feet as he would try the tactic again, ramming Jarrett into the corner once, twice, three times was the charm as he let go, Cena dropping to a knee though Jeff dropped him with a bulldog, rolling him over for two.
He yelled at the ref some, dragging him up and tossed Cena to the ropes, hitting a powerslam and covered for two again. Frustrated he would punch away at his head a few times, pulling back and began to violently kick at his ribs, Cena yelling and coughing out in pain, getting a sick kick across the head. Jarrett dragged him up, bashing his head into the turnbuckle, placing him on top and climbed up, coming down hard with a super backsuplex, covering Cena again only for two.
He shook his head, moving to his legs and went for the figure four though Cena kicked him off and out of the ring. Slowly he went after him, pulling him up by the hair and would literally fling Jarrett right into the time keepers table, knocking the bell and table down. The ref came to the floor, yelling at Cena to bring it back inside, moving back to the ring as Cena went down quickly, Jarrett quickly using the ring bell hammer across his knee. The ref didn't see anything as Jarrett would pull Cena up, smashing it across the steel stairs three times, tossing him into the ring.
Cena held his knee in anguish as Jarrett would stomp at it, dropping elbows and smashed it across the mat. It was only a matter of time as Jarrett would continue to work on the knee, dropping knee breakers and twisting leg locks, Cena refusing to give in. Jarrett would let up, yelling at him to get up as he would kick the knee out, Cena falling flat, forced to use the ropes to pull himself up, Jarrett continuing to sweep the leg out from him. He continued to do this for a few moments, moving Cena to the corner and started to slug over his head, holding his face in his palms and yelled at him.
"It's all over for you boy."
Then slapped him over the face, rising up and started to punch him over the head, Cena moving with him from the corner for powerbomb but his leg gave way, Jarrett countering into a ddt, covering for two. He sprung up quickly and went for the figure four though Cena kicked him off again, pulling himself up as Jarrett would chopblock him, going for the figure four again as Cena kicked him off again. Jarrett went for the chopblock though Cena dodged, quickly trying to lock in an STF though Jarrett blocked, both rolling to their feet and came at each other though Jarrett hit a low dropkick to the knee, turning Cena over and then locked in the figure four.
Cena yelled out in agony, reaching for the ropes but Jarrett had it locked in, laughing at him that the match was over. Cena went red with pain, his knee screaming at him as he would use his upper body to drag himself to the ropes though Jarrett would then bounce his body some, applying more pressure, stopping Cena in his tracks. He would growl a bit and started to pull himself towards the ropes again, reaching for all he could as Jarrett would sit up, using his fist to punch at the knee. He screamed, reaching for his knee as Jarrett yelled at him to tap tap tap. Jarrett rose up laughing at him but Cena then clocked him good over the face, punching his way out of it if he had to, eventually breaking out of the hold, struggling to his feet as he would low bridge Jarrett to the floor.
Cena struggled to his feet, his face told the story as Jarrett came into the ring with his guitar, the ref stopping him in his tracks, taking it away. Jarrett then reached into his tights and pulled out knucks, going after Cena whom hit a drop toe hold, locking in the STF, Jarrett dropping the knucks. Cena would wrench hard upon his neck, nearly snapping it right off as Jarrett valued his life more than his career and would start tapping. Fans went crazy as the ref told Cena to let go of the hold, forcing the break as Cena rose his hands up, the ref throwing them down and asked him where the knucks came from. Cena had no idea what he was talking about, telling him he didn't have knucks on him, the ref warning him as he went to put them away, Cena turning around and was clocked over the head with his own steel chain, Jarrett tossing them out of the ring, covering Cena.....1.....2.......NO.
Jarrett was in shock, he couldn't believe he kicked out, arguing with the ref over that one as he looked down at Cena, smirking as he rose his hand up, bending down in mock fashion.
"Y'all can't see me."
He would bounce off the rope and hit Cena with a five knuckle shuffle, rising up and did a Cena pose, hearing the crowd scream at him....as Cena sprung up. Jarrett rose his hands up, smiling at the crowd as he turned around, Cena responding with a hard punch to the face, slugging away at him and tossed him to the ropes, dropping him with a protoplex, a snap suplex, then a piledriver, fishing him off with a facebuster, Cena standing over him. He looked out ot the crowd and rose his hand up, "You can't see me", bouncing off the rope and nailed the five knuckle shuffle.
He rose up, calling him up as Jarrett staggered to his feet, Cena picking him up and nailed the FU, covering Jeff, 1....2.....3NO!
Cena had a look of disbelife, Jarrett kicked out of the FU that so many others hadn't, rising up slowly and tried to think of another plan, deciding to go for broke as he picked him up again, going for it though Jarrett held onto the rope. Cena had no choice and would FU him over the top to the floor. Jarrett hit with a thud as wouldn't mind a count out victory but a pinfall or submission sounded sweeter, going after him. Cena went to pick him up as Jarrett would drop him right into the steel stairs knee first, rolling into the ring.
Jarrett told the referee to count as he would do so, Cena holding his knee in agony unable to get up. The ref would continue to count hitting the count of 3 as fans knew Cena was in trouble, 4, he held his knee in pain, trying to stand but ended up falling flat, 5. Cena would use the stairs if he had to as a crutch, using his upper body to pull himself up, 6. He struggled up, moving towards the apron but his knee gave out again, falling to the floor, 7. Cena yelled out, frustrated as he would push up again. 8, he gripped the apron, falling flat as it just wasn't strong enough to support his weight, 9. Cena gave it all he had, putting all the weight he had on his knee and would force himself up and slid into the ring, Jarrett going to work on him.
He would stomp at the knee over and over again, refusing to let him up, Jarrett going for stiff punches as Cena pushed him back right into the ref, knocking him down. Cena then tackled Jarrett down but a quick punch to the knee pushed him off as Jarrett dropped him with a flatliner DDT, the ref knocked out as Jarrett cursed at himself, rolling out of the ring, pushing the time keeper out of his chair and found his guitar. He would yell at the fans as he would re enter the ring, getting himself lined up for a homerun swing, watching Cena rise up on spaghetti legs, swinging for the bleachers as Cena ducked and hit Jarrett with a low blow.
Jarrett dropped like a stone as Cena reached into his pocket, pulling out his chain that he picked up from the floor, wrapping it around his fist but then looked over, dropping the chain and picked up the guitar, placing the chain within the guitar to force more impact, poising up and would blast Jarrett over the head as the chain and guitar smashed over his head. Cena yelled out, Jarrett was in his sights as he held his skull, Jarrett rising to his feet as Cena picked him up, tossing him hard to the corner and placed him on the top rope, placing him upon his shoulders and dropped him with a Super FU From the top rope, the impact deafening as Cena held his knee in pain, needing to get the cover as he crawled over to the ref, shaking him some and started to move towards Jarrett, covering him as the ref would count......1...........2.........3..NO!
Somehow Jarrett was able to kick out as Cena had a look of disbelife on his face, no one had ever kicked out of a move of that calibur before and Jarrett just did. Cena looked at the ref in question whom was still very groggy, slowly rising up and picked Jarrett up whom kicked to his knee, dropping him down and would slug him over the face with the steel chain, Jarrett quickly getting rid of it as he covered Cena, the ref counting, 1.........2..........ThNO!
Cena kicked out and Jarrett was beside himself, stomping and punching the mat like a baby, throwing a temper tantrum, screaming out to God why he couldn't beat him, rising up and prepared to strike, Cena slowly rising up, holding his head as he rose on an unsteady wheel, as Jarrett charged, Cena side stepping and tossed Jarrett right into the steel post, hurting his shoulder again as he pulled back, Cena picking him up for a proto plex, slamming him down and rose his hand up, waving it in the opposite direction to symbolize 'goodbye' and bounced off the rope, hitting a five knuckle shuffle, rising up and waited, picking up Jarrett for the FU, this was going to do it for sure as Cena rose him up and his knee buckled, dropping Jarrett like a stone as he quickly grabbed Cena in a small package.....1........2................3.
What an upset, what an upset as Jarrett rolled out of the ring, raising his arm up in victory over John Cena, laughing it all up as he moved up the ramp, fans jeering the hell out of him as Jarrett exited through the curtain, Cena sitting in the middle of the ring dejected, he asked for the match and he paid for it in spades, in complete disbelife over himself. He sat in the middle of the ring for a moment, letting it all sink in that his career in the NWA, the match that he called for he ended up losing. Slowly he rose up, starting to give final handshakes and high fives to the fans.
"You know we were all in high spirits earlier tonight but, now that it's all said and done, John Cena is gone from the NWA, I don't think there's any other words that can express our deepest sorry towards him but, the better man won tonight."
"This just goes to show ya Grish that sometimes you need to keep your mouth shut. Cena has no one but himself to blame."
"I understand that Jesse but still there's no way you can chalk up satire to this, Cena was a rising star and accomplished a lot here in the NWA in such a short time, this is a huge blow to team NWA and not just the team but the whole entire organization, we just lost, John Cena and nothing or no one can replace that."
[Play Promo]
"Starrcade, War Games, Horseman, NWA, it all couldn't have started without the 3 Year Anniversary....Spring Stampede as we provide you NWA's Anniversary Showcase...Live....From Texas. NWA...love it, live it, believe it."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the ladder match for the NWA United States Championship! The first person to climb the ladder and retrieve the title will be the winner, and the NWA United States Champion!"
(Play Drew)
"Introducing first, the challenger. From Ayr, Scotland, weighing 256lbs, Drew McIntyre!"
(Play JoMo)
"And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 222lbs, he is the NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!"
Morrison handed the referee the championship belt as he attached it to the ring that hung from the ceiling of the arena. Drew and Morrison looked up at the belt with desire as it rose into the air, the bell ringing to signal the start of the match. The two locked up in the middle of the ring, Morrison going straight into a standing side armbar, but was quickly pushed into the corner by Drew, who started to overpower him. Drew hammered away hard on Morrison's head and body, just wailing away at him with forearms and fists, knocking him down to a seated position. Drew continued to stomp away, sticking his boot in the throat of Morrison, trying to choke him out. Drew took control early as he picked Morrison up and shot him into the corner which sent him up and over the turnbuckles onto the apron. Morrison ran across the apron, but was intercepted by a stiff clothesline which turned him a complete flip, causing him to land face first on the apron, then slowly roll off and hit the floor.
Drew went to the outside and continued the assault, blasting his head into the steel stairs twice, and verbally assaulted the fans at ringside. One fan flipped him off, which led to Drew taking the fan's John Morrison sunglasses and breaking them in his hand, tossing them down on the floor. Morrison was starting to get back to his feet until Drew charged in and booted the side of his head, knocking him back down. Morrison was unable to get in any offense in as Drew had taken control of the match early, grabbing him by the hair and tossing him onto the remains of the announce table. He picked Morrison up and tossed him back into the ring, sliding in after him. McIntyre loaded him up and quickly hit the Future Shock DDT right in the center of the ring, wanting to end it early!
"Wow! Drew McIntyre has taken complete control of this match, this may be the quickest ladder match in history!"
"For once, pea-brain, I'm gonna have to agree with you!"
"Perhaps Morrison had underestimated his challenger here tonight, you know this isn't his type of match! Morrison's a flashy wrestler, this kind of brutality isn't really his style."
Drew rolled outside and retreived the ladder, placing it straight underneath the US title and began to climb. Drew was almost all the way up when Morrison finally started to move, but Drew was way the hell up there. He grabbed a hold of the US Title and screamed out "I'm the chosen one!" Morrison had the strength to kick the ladder over, causing Drew to fall off and clear the top rope, landing straight on the floor below! Morrison rolled to the outside and leaned on the apron, trying to recover from the beating he just took, as Drew rolled on the floor, holding his back in pain.
Morrison went to the other side of the ring, where Drew lay on the floor in pain. Morrison picked him up and started to go to work with punches and kicks, rocking Drew hard until he started to fight back. Morrison ducked a right hand and delivered a side kick to Drew's chest, knocking him over the railing into the crowd. Drew got back up and was met by Morrison who flew straight over the railing with a cannonball plancha, the crowd roaring. Morrison got back up and took the time to pose for a young girl who snapped a picture and nearly fainted. From behind though, Drew had grabbed a steel chair and decked Morrison over the back, sending him over the railing. He snatched the girl's camera and took a snapshot of Morrison's face grimacing in pain and handed it back to the girl, screaming at her.
Drew re-entered the ringside area and hit Morrison again with the chair, this time over the back, as he re-entered the ring and set the ladder back up, going back up once again. He got about halfway up when Morrison got back on the apron and springboarded off the top rope, dropkicking Drew's back, causing him to fall, as the ladder teetered back and forth. Morrison got back to his feet and charged at Drew, but got backdropped over the ropes. He landed right on the apron and punched Drew in the face a couple times before getting a kick in the gut. Drew set him up for a suplex, and Morrison went up and over, blasting Drew's head into the turnbuckle before setting the ladder up against him in the corner.
Morrison went to the outside and found the steel chair and went to the opposite corner of where Drew and the ladder were. He ran full speed ahead as Drew pushed the ladder back at him, hitting the chair, hitting Morrison dead in the face, busting him wide open! McIntyre wasn't screwing around as he took the ladder and dropped it side-first right onto Morrison's face, busting him up more. The fans started to boo wildly, but Drew wasn't fazed in the slightest as he went to the outside and grabbed a table, sliding it into the ring, god knows what he was thinking as Morrison started to pull himself back up to his feet, the blood flowing from his forehead. Drew set the ladder up in the corner and went to Morrison, looking to whip him into it. He tossed Morrison to it, but he put the brakes on, quickly getting out of the way as Drew charged in. Drew hit the brakes as well, but turned around into a dropkick, his back hitting the ladder in the corner as he fell to the canvas. Morrison went to the corner and climbed the top rope, going behind the ladder, getting ready to leap on Drew with it.
Morrison was about ready to jump when Drew rolled out of the way, to the crowd's disappointment. He pushed the ladder down, but stayed on the top rope, waiting for Drew to rise. He leapt off the top rope, but Drew had grabbed the chair and swung, blasting Morrison straight in the face, taking him out. Drew was back in control as he set the ladder back up and started to climb. Morrison pulled himself up somehow by using the ladder as Drew was nearing the top. He used all he could to push the ladder over again, as Drew fell off, crotching the corner! Morrison tossed the ladder down and folded it up on the canvas, having something devious in mind. He got to the corner and delivered a pele kick to Drew's face, almost knocking him straight off the top rope to the outside, but Drew reeled back, being knocked silly. JoMo climbed up the turnbuckle and picked Drew up, looking behind him, setting up for a superplex. Drew fought back, but Morrison hit him with a headbutt, knocking Drew back to a seated position. Morrison thought "screw it" and hit a super hurricanrana instead, dropping Drew back first right onto the ladder!
Drew rolled off in pain as Morrison kicked the table out of the ring and set the ladder up, climbing it for the first time in the match. Morrison was halfway up, but was worn down from the beating he had taken, plus the blood loss, as he struggled to get up the ladder. He reached up and touched the belt, but couldn't get it, going up one more step. The belt swung back and forth, out of his reach when Drew came from behind and hit him in the back with the chair, climbing up behind him. He turned around and readied for a powerbomb, as Morrison held on tightly, not letting Drew powerbomb him. He stepped on McIntyre's face and twisted his foot, raking it with his boot, causing him to drop off the ladder. Morrison then leapt off with a cross body, the ladder falling as Morrison landed on top of McIntyre, hammering away at his face.
McIntyre pushed Morrison off and rolled to the outside and turned around to see Morrison flying at him with a corkscrew tope over the top, getting hit hard as John crashed right on top of him! Morrison got back to his feet, holding his ribs as he was barely able to stand. Drew was out on the floor, barely moving as Morrison got back into the ring, climbing the ladder again. It wasn't long before Drew was back in the ring and climbing up after him, Morrison reaching the belt, but hit it out of reach again as Drew hammered on his back. He set up for a super back suplex, and suplexed Morrison hard to the mat as they bounced off of it, Morrison rolling to the outside from the impact. Drew rolled to the outside and grabbed the table, bringing it back into the ring. He set it up in the ring, having something in mind as he went to retrieve Morrison from the ground.
Morrison got back to his feet as Drew was coming outside, Morrison hit another pele kick, knocking him straight out on the floor as Morrison hit the floor again, both men being down and out. Morrison was up first and grabbed the chair from inside the ring as Drew was rising to his feet. He threw it at Drew who caught it, then took a Nitro Blast straight into the chair, busting him open, the chair going flying! The fans exploded as Morrison got an adrenaline rush and grabbed the table from the inside, taking it down and setting it up on the outside. He then reached underneath the ring and grabbed another table, setting it up on top of that one as the crowd exploded. Morrison then grabbed the ladder and pulled it outside as Drew was finally getting to his feet, his face soaked in blood, much like Morrison's.
Morrison set the ladder up on the apron and grabbed Drew by the hair, pulling him over to the two tables. He blasted Drew's face into the steel post, then laid him on the bottom table, underneath the top one.
"What in the hell is Morrison doing, Jesse?"
"I have no idea, I've never seen this in a ladder match before."
Morrison then climbed on the apron and pulled the ladder up with him. He looked out to the crowd as he began to climb the top rope, bringing the ladder up with him! He held the ladder and turned around, his back facing the tables and Drew on the outside, as the crowd exploded wildly, anticipating what was about to happen.
"Oh my god, get the hell out of here! He's not gonna do that!"
"There's no way in hell, Morrison, you're crazy! Don't risk your life, are you nuts???"
Morrison took a deep breath and leapt off with a moonsault with the ladder... as Drew rolled out of the way, Morrison crashing and burning through BOTH tables, AND landing on the ladder on the floor below, as Morrison held his ribs in pain, the referee calling for EMT's to come out and check to see if Morrison was still alive! "Holy shit!" chants were heard as replays were shown two, three, four times in regular and slow motion to display the carnage as Morrison may have severely injured himself, Drew laying on the floor, searching under the ring for another ladder. Morrison was being checked on by the EMT's as Drew had grabbed another ladder and tossed it into the ring, slowly rolling inside. He got back to his feet, pulling himself up by the ropes as the mat was stained with blood, Morrison still on the outside, unmoving.
Drew set the ladder up and slowly, slowly, slowly started to climb, rung by rung. The fans were cheering, trying to will Morrison back up as he started to stir, using a nearby chair to pull himself up. Drew was halfway up the ladder and Morrison was nowhere near, he knew that the title was gone. Drew grabbed the title and was ready to unlatch it, when Morrison got an idea. He folded up the chair and launched it as hard as he could from the timekeeper's table, and nailed Drew right in the back, causing Drew to fall off the ladder, keeping the match alive! Morrison was lucky indeed as he reached under the ring and grabbed.... ANOTHER table! The crowd exploded again, this was the third table brought into the match, Morrison sliding it into the ring.
Morrison slid into the ring and knocked the ladder down, preventing Drew from climbing it, as he set the table up in the ring. Drew got back to his feet and hammered Morrison from behind, launching him into the ropes. He back body dropped him into the table, but Morrison was actually able to clear the table and land on his feet on the other side! Drew came around the side of the table and was hit with a Flying Chuck, Morrison bouncing off the table itself to connect, knocking Drew straight into the corner. He picked Drew up and went for a superplex, but Drew fought out of it, not wanting to go through the table. He knocked Morrison down, but John was determined, as he hit a second Flying Chuck, knocking Drew straight out on top of the turnbuckle. He went back up and went for another superplex, but Drew held onto the top rope, not letting himself get suplexed.
Drew fought again, knocking Morrison down. Morrison had enough and grabbed the chair that he threw at Drew earlier and Nitro Blasted the chair straight between Drew's legs!! The crowd cringed in shock at that, as Drew was in considerable amounts of pain! Morrison tried one more time and got ready to do something wild. He leapt off the top rope with a Super C4 suplex, slamming Drew straight through the table! More "Holy shit!" chants were heard echoing through the arena as replays showed the fantastic move multiple times, as the crowd erupted each time. After the chants died down, chants of "This is awesome!" started to echo through the arena, as Morrison finally got back to his feet and set the ladder back up, climbing it. He got halfway up before Drew started to climb the other side, a race to the top ensuing. Morrison got to the top first and had his hand on the title, as Drew blasted him in the stomach, getting to the top.
The two gladiators started to trade blows back and forth, Morrison grabbing Drew's head and blasting it into the top of the ladder. Morrison reached up and grabbed the belt again, but Drew blasted him in the jaw with an elbow, almost knocking him off! Drew swung for his head again, but Morrison ducked it and somehow delivered a roundhouse kick over the top of the ladder into the side of Drew's head, knocking him off the ladder! Drew's throat hit the ropes as he rebounded and hit the ladder back-first, but Morrison quickly leapt off the ladder and held onto the ring that held the title! Morrison was dangling 20+ feet above the air, just hanging onto the ring with his hands, frantically holding on, lest he fall to certain doom! John looked around, but the ladder was flat on the ground, there was no way he was getting his footing! The crowd was screaming in terror, Morrison dangling dangerously above the ring! Morrison then pulled himself up with his arms and grabbed the title with his teeth, unbuttoning the belt and getting possession of it!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!!"
The referee stormed the ring and quickly set the ladder back up so Morrison could get his feet underneath him as other officials and EMT's rushed the ring, waiting for Morrison to come down, and some were checking on Drew McIntyre. Morrison finally got his footing on the ladder and sat down on the top of it, raising the US Title over his head triumphantly, his blood soaked face telling the entire story, as replays of both table spots and the finish of the match played on the tron, Morrison watched the big screen, not believing the match he just went through.
"I can't believe the match I've just witnessed, Jesse. John Morrison just went through Hell and back on multiple occasions."
"Let me tell you guys something, I love money, but there is NO amount of money you could've paid The Brain to go through that kind of hell."
"Todd Grisham, Bobby Heenan, I've just gotta say, John Morrison has proved to me, you, and the entire world of professional wrestling that he is a big time player. John Morrison is many things, the Shaman of Sexy, and hundreds of other names. You can add one more to the list: Lord of the Ladder Match!"
Morrison finally came down from the ladder as he walked back to the backstage area on his own power somehow, EMT's waiting for him at the top of the ramp, as more EMT's assisted Drew out of the ring, both men going through Hell and back on multiple occasions, but it was John Morrison that snatched victory, and the United States title, literally by the skin of his teeth.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall will be contested inside a 20 foot high steel cage."
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"Ladies and Gentleman this is the Main Even of Clash of the Champions and is scheduled for one fall. Standing over to my left the challenger, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 215 pounds, C.M. Punk. And his Opponent, from St. Louis Missouri, weighing in at 185 pounds he is the reigning NWA Champion, Evan 'Air' Bourne."
He rose the title up, handing it over to the ref as the cage door was closed and locked, no one was escaping via door, the bell sounding. Both of them moved around the ring, each of them trying to get the other in a quick lock but they were too fast for each other. Bourne and Punk would try kicking at each other, dodging each others attempts, either of them wanting to mess up. They would then lock up, both of them going for a knee to the midsection on three occasions, both of them breaking up and moved around, they wrestled so much that they knew each other too well.
They would lock up again, Punk dropping him with an armdrag though Bourne fought back with dropkick, Punk with a hiptoss, Bourne with a dropsault, Punk with a clothesline and Bourne countering that into a crucifix pin for two.
Both men rose as Evan started kicking along Punk, going for a spin kick as Punk ducked, now starting to kick back at him, connecting with a spinning back hand and tossed him towards the cage. Bourne blocked with his foot and flipped back then connected with that spin kick right in the face. Bourne quickly locked in a ministral cradle for two, rising up and caught Punk with a knee to the jaw, knocking him to to the corner and started kicking along him. Punk grabbed his leg and would sweep the other, droping an elbow and locked in a side leglock. Bourne fought out by smashing his other foot across his face over and over again, rising up and took Punk down with an overthe shoulder takedown, climbing the rope and leapt, hitting Punk with a victory roll toss, running fast and would spring board off the rope, off the cage with a corkscrew bodysplash, covering for two.
Bourne sprung up first, keeping his distance and would kick along Punk's back and chest, leaping for a climb up insiguri and missed, Punk grabbing him from behind and would hit a release german suplex towards the cage. Bourne flipped his body, latching onto the cage like spiderman and would reflip his body, catching Punk with a spinning headscissor, the fans in awe of that. Evan moved around the ring and would drop Punk with a floatover flatlinner ddt, slowly moving to the cage wall and would start to climb. Bourne was about fifteen feet up when Punk shook his head and started to climb up after him, grabbing the leg. Bourne would start to kick, disloging his foot and started to climb up though Punk climbed up, grabbing his hips and tried to pull him down, getting him in the electric chair position, holding on with his other hand. Bourne tried to fight as Punk would fall back with him, Bourne quickly countering with a reverse hurricanrana, Punk landing chest first as both men bounced on the mat.
Bourne rose up first as Punk stagged, holding his face as he used the rope to hang on. Bourne would run at full speed, leaping for a spinning headscissor though Punk would block, smashing him back first into the cage then ran as fast as he could and would smash him again into the other side of the cage, then again, and again hitting all four corners then finished with a running sitdown powerbomb, covering Bourne for two.
Punk would rise, stomping on him a bit before pulling him up by the hair, smashing him headfirst into the cage then would start to grind it along the grating. Bourne yelled out as Punk released, tossing back through the ropes and rose his hands up, hungry for blood as he would kick Bourne over the head then dropped a knee, calling him up and would ram him again hard into the steel cage, watching him drop as he started to remove the turnbuckle pad. Exposing the steel Punk would grab Evan, picking him up and went for a powerbomb into it as Bourne countered with a hurricanrana, Punk's face hitting the exposed steel, whipping back and held his face in pain, his feet stomping the mat in agony.
Punk rose his hand up for a moment, his head busted from the steel though Bourne wasn't finished with him as he grabbed him by the hair and rammed him into the cage, then on the other side, and back again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again! Punk was like a pingpong ball, bouncing around and fell to his knees, taking a stiff running kick to the face as Evan covered only for two.
He sprung up but was quickly dropped by a sweet from Punk whom quickly locked in an STF, knowing he wouldn't tap but it would at least slow him down, letting go of the hold after a little bit, shaking his head and tried to get his wits about him, grabbing Bourne from behind and hit a tigerback suplex, Bourne kicking out at two. Punk would try again, kicking Bourne down and hit him with a running knee, stunning him for a moment and tossed him to the ropes, catching him in a death valley driver, covering only for two.
Punk rose up, pushing the ref aside and would start to climb the cage, having enough of this game as he scaled to fifteen feet, Bourne however hot on his heels. He grabbed at his leg, Punk easily kicking him off, hearing him splat upon the mat as he started to climb again, Bourne however trying a different tactic, climbing the top rope and would leap with a dropsault, hitting Punk in the ribs as it was just enough for him to fall fifteen feet upon the apron with Bourne.
Punk rolled into the ring, holding his ribs on that one as Bourne started to climb the top rope again, having him already set up as he would leap with the Shooting Star Press, Punk moving out of the way though Bourne landed on his feet, hitting the rope and ran at Punk full speed. Punk countered by trying a flapjack to he corner though Bourne held on, Punk quickly kicking him in the rear which smashed Bourne's head right into the steel bar of the cage, forcing him to awkwardly fall upon the apron, holding his head.
Punk got to his feet, pulling Bourne up and laid him against the cage wall, slapping him over the face then kicked his head hard into the mesh with a roundhouse, Punk dropping to his knees and called the jeers on. He welcomed them with open arms as he dragged Bourne back into the ring, hitting him with a double underhook suplex, waving his hand to his hear and hit a leg drop a la Hulk Hogan, even taking a second to pose as he climbed the top rope, leaping and dropped both of his knees over his chest. Bourne would cough, holding his chest as Punk was enjoying this too much, dropping him with a samoan drop, springing up and would point his thumbs to himself and did a 'rolling thunder'. Punk rose, the boos just getting louder and louder as he climbed the top rope, poising up and rose his hands a la Randy Savage and leapt, crashing down with the elbow, covering Bourne but only for two.
He commented 'ah that move sucked anyway' and dragged Evan up, bashing his knees into his face then dropped him with a climb up triangle choke. Bourne stomped with his feet, trying to fight out as Punk held on, reaching over and grabbed the rope for extra leverage, the ref unable to do anything. Bourne would choke and flail, trying to fight out of it as he was forced to bend his body back and kick Punk right in the face, forcing the hold to break.
Both men rose as Evan charged with a cross body though Punk countered, picking him up and would longdart him headfirst into the cage the final nail in the coffin as he ran and hit a running kick into the side of his head right into the steel, knocking him out and dragged him back in, covering....for two. He would grit his teeth, starting to punch at his head repeatidly unti his fist hurt, shaking it a bit as he pulled him to his feet, running hard to the cage wall as Evan would use his feet, running up the cage and countered with sliced bread, laying flat. Bourne started to move first, using the ropes to pull himself up as Punk moved quick, grabbing him in a full nelson. Bourne kicked off the cage and flipped back, covering Punk while still locked but only for two.
They broke apart and rose, now exchanging kicks back and forth, their feet hitting with each other as they did that for close to a minute, both of them pulling back and started to rub along their shins then charged again, Bourne ducking a clothesline and dropped Punk with a spinkick to the jaw, charging again and would hit a springboard crossy body until Punk countered that right into the Anaconda Vice.
Bourne was stuck and with no rope break it would be impossible to break especially with Punk refusing to let go. He would pull and torque, Bourne yelling out in pain as he tried to fight out of it, Punk having a twisted smile upon his face, nodding his head as Bourne would use his knees and legs, kicking at the back of his head over and over again, forcing the break. Bourne rose up staggering some then charged in as Punk side stepped. Bourne quickly climbed the rope and leapt with a moonsault though Punk held on. Evan would rise up and rolled forward, Punk blocking hitting the turnbuckle with his foot, turning around and was kicked hard with a pelee kick, Bourne quickly going for the top rope and leapt with the Shooting Star Press, connecting for one....two....NO!
Punk kicked out and it was just as much a surprise for Bourne as it was everyone else though he had to try for an escape, moving to the cage and started to climb up, moving gingerly though Punk would follow him, climbing alongside. They stopped for a moment and would kick or punch with whatever was free, hanging on with the other palm. Punk would kick to his knee over and over again, going for another as Evan sprang up, Punk hitting the cage giving Evan a chance to climb up as within a moment he was twenty feet up. Bourne up top as he moved his leg over as Punk grabbed his other ankle, holding on for dear life. Slowly he would drag himself up, Bourne unable to move as he straddled the top of the cage, Punk meeting him on the top as they would start to slug it out, each of them looking ready to fall as Bourne kicked Punk right in the face, nearly watching him fall over as he moved to get over the cage, Punk responding with a vicious kick across the head, kicking him back over into the ring as Bourne started to fall but quickly grabbed the cage top with his knee by bending. He was dangling some as Punk shook his head, slowly as he started to move over the cage, just having to climb down 20 feet and it was hit as Bourne rose himself up, holding onto the cage with his palms and wrapped his legs around Punk's head, scissoring. Punk wasn't going anywhere as he would dangle some, Bourne slowly pulling him up as he bent his body back, using his weight to slowly pull Punk back up, Punk trying to fight out of it.
Bourne would sit up, having a vice grip upon the cage top and gave Punk an evil look and would lean back once again and would toss Punk back into the ring from 20 feet up via Frankenstiener. Punk fell from 20 feet up and crashed upon the canvas, yelling out as Bourne still held onto the cage top somehow, catching his balance as Punk wasn't going anywhere. Bourne would slowly sit up, hearing the crowd reaction going absolutely crazy as he would straddle the top of the cage and looked down to the floor, preparing to climb down.........then looked over at CM Punk. Escape was a choice but one more pinfall would seal the deal for sure, he wanted that exclamation mark as he would slowly pull himself up and stood on top of the cage. Evan Bourne, mark my words was 20 feet within the air, poising himself as a lifeless Punk just laid there lookng up to the heavens. It made no sense to reason with him as Evan Bourne was going to do it and would leap with the highest Shooting Star ever recorded in history, falling down from the heavens like lightning and crashed down HARD upon the mat, Punk moving out of the way.
He held his ribs in agony, they had to be broken at this point, unable to yell as the wind was knocked out of him, squirming around like a worm as Punk slowly pulled himself up with the ropes, holding his neck as he looked at a beaten and broken Bourne, signaling with his palms that it was time, slowly picking him up and would clock him with the GTS, falling to his knees and would cover Bourne as the ref would count, 1.........................2.............................NO!
You had to be kidding me as Punk held his head, he couldn't believe it. Evan Bourne was invincible and it seemed nothing Punk did could destroy him, but there was still an option left as he would crawl over towards the cage, starting to climb it once again. His back was killing him so climbing was perhaps a stupid idea, but it was better than trying to pin, at least in this stage of the game as Punk would move inches up the cage wall. What seemed like an eternity Punk made it about half way, ten fee looked like ten thousand feet to him as he would continue to climb up, nearly losing his grip a few times, fifteen feet. He would wipe the sweat from his brow and continued on, 16 feet. His fingers would start to bleed from the chainlink eating his flesh alive as they bleed with white knuckles to match. 17 feet and Punk would start to kick it into gear as he looked down, seeing Evan Bourne trailing behind him, he had about ten feet on him and still had a long way to go. 18 feet, 19 feet, 20 feet he made it to the top, now having to force himself up and get over, that was the hardpart as he would try to get his leg up, failing a few times and gave it all he had, swinging his leg over as he straddled the top of the cage, panting heavily as he would swing the other leg over, starting to climb down as Bourne reached up, grabbing his wrist just in the knick of time, holding on for his life. Punk couldn't go anywhere without taking Bourne with him, forcing himself back up to the top of the cage as both of them would start to slug it out, a stiff shot from Punk, a hard shot from Bourne, each man nearly falling off the cage, though in which case, Punk would win should he fall, instinct telling him to hold on.
Slowly both of them made it to the top of the cage, Punk hitting Bourne and would place his head between his legs, locking one arm.
"No.....No....that son of a bitch Punk...he's not gonna....he's gonna attempt a Pepsi Plunge from 20 feet up. That'll kill him!."
Punk would smirk, looking ready to lock the other arm and let gravity take it's corse, leaping with Bourne with a Pepsi Plunge from twenty feet up, smashing into the mat with authority. Punk rolling around the ring, holding his knee in pain, screaming as that had to hurt him more than he let on, Bourne was out cold, not even moving since the drop. Punk rolled around the ring, holding his knee in pain as these two men were literally at the brink of killing each other or worse ending their own careers for life, the ref asking if Punk was okay and he pushed him aside, slowly crawling with one arm towards Evan Bourne, his nails digging into the mat as he crawled. He finally made it over, pushing Bourne over to his back, mouthing 'just stay down," and covered.
1...............2...................NO! Punk rolled off as Bourne barely got the shoulder up as looked up, knowing climbing wasn't an option due to his knee, he had to put Evan away as he would move to the ropes, pulling himself up as Bourne just staggered like a corpse, pulling himself up as both men would look at each other from opposite sides of the ring. Slowly they would start to walk towards the center of the ring, battered, beaten, exhausted as Punk told him to give him his best shot and a match of fisticuffs would ensue, Bourne clocking him with a rising knee then a running double knee lariat, taking him down and kicked him in the midsecion, loading him up for the Asai DDT and would connect with it, covering, 1......2.......No!
Punk kicked out this time around as Evan held his head, staggering to his feet as he pulled Punk up whom caught a northern light suplex for two. Bourne fought back with an inside cradle for two. Punk with a backslide for two. Bourne a sunset flip for two. Punk countering with a jackknife pin for two. Bourne fighting out and ducked a clothesline, hitting a Japanesse Rolling Clutch for two. Punk fought back Tiger Back Suplex Pin for two. Bourne with running fujiarawa pin for two. Punk with a roll up for two and finally Bourne with a victory roll for two.
Both men moved to a corner, so many near falls the refs hand was swollen as they looked at each other, Bourne calling Punk on to give 'him' his best shot as Punk glared on, both of them rising up and moved back to the center of the ring, mouthing to each other as Punk pushed him, Bourne following up with a kick to the face, kicking him to the corner and charged at him as Punk ducked and tossed him up, Bourne catching his balance and started to climb the cage. Punk noticed his error and would slowly climb up after him dispite his knee being in agony. Bourne climbing up about halfway, pulling and pushing himself as Punk grabbed at his waist, trying to tug him down, Bourne would grab a hold of Punk's head, kicking off the cage and hit an Asai DDT from Fifteen feet up, crashing down and quickly locked Punk's legs, 1...................2....................NO!
Holy Shit! Punk kicked out as Bourne looked on in shock, he had to give the devil his due, Punk kicked out of that and he was out of options, shaking his head some as he would slowly move towards the top rope, just waiting as Punk would slowly rise up, lost in where he was as Bourne would leap with a double knee lariat, Punk rolling out of the way as Bourne crashed and burned upon his knee, Punk quickly springing into action, picking him up and came down with the GTS though Bourne countered that into a small package at the very last second...1..................2.........NO!
Too close to call as both men on their knees rose up, punching at each other until they reached their feet, Punk just tackling Evan to the corner, slugging away at his head, climbing up as Evan would drop and tripped Punk, his head bashing into the steel turnbuckle, falling back. Evan quickly moved to the corner, climbing up but the blood was in his eye, wiping it as Punk the rope, forcing him to straddle it as he climbed up after him, ramming the back of his head into the back of the cage, fuming that this match was over, Bourne kicking him off the top rope with both of his feet, Punk smacking hard. Bourne caught his balance and would leap from the rope hitting a Shooting Star Guillotine Legdrop, grabbing Punk's legs and bridged....1.............2.............3.
Finally the match was over as Bourne struggled to his feet, raising his arms up in victory as the cage slowly started to raise back up to the heavens. Third time was not a charm to CM Punk as he rolled out of the ring. Bourne dragged his legs along the mat in victory, hearing the rise of the crowd as Punk would turn him around, the music cutting off. They would stare each other down as Punk would then slowly hand him the World Title, raising the arm of the champion and gave him his credit. Punk would quietly bow out as Bourne would resume his celebration as Punk looked on from the stage, running a hand through his hair and would bow out, Bourne raising his title up as he stood upon the top rope, celebrating in bliss as the show would fade to black.
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