Post by DM on Apr 10, 2011 23:11:37 GMT
NWA Spring Stampede 2011, Sunday, April 10, 2011
Venue: American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX
Attendance: 18,500
Theme Song: Motorhead - Get Back in Line
Tagline: Wanted: Dead or Alive.
Dark Matches
Paul Burchil defeats Bam Bam Bigelow
Lita defeats Victoria
Ricky Steamboat goes to a twenty minute draw with Ric Flair
"Hello everyone and welcome to NWA Spring Stampede, off of the heels of SuperCard it's no wonder that the GM's wanted a small break but tonight it's a celebration, I'm Todd Grisham and my partner in crime Jessie Ventura."
"SuperCard, a huge event indeed and I can't wait for G1 which is just a few weeks away, tonight for my money, the champions retain."
"Well lets head on down to the Meastro of Ceremonies, Justin Roberts."
"Ladies and Gentleman this opening contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Taka looked ready to go as Gabriel would stretch, moving around the ring slowly, never taking his eye off Taka. Gabriel kept him back with his feet, eventually locking up. Gabriel pushed him back not once but twice, Gabriel going for a spin kick though Take ducked, coming at one himself as Gabriel would duck, both of them doing a high kick, hitting each others feet. They went to lock up as Taka got him from behind, taking him down with a wrestling lift, locking in a frontface lock. Gabriel rose to his feet, breaking out of the hold as Taka bounced off the rope, catching Gabriel with a sunset flip, Gabriel countered by rolling back, swinging with his boot though Taka swept the leg quickly locking in a side leg lock.
Taka would release, rising up and stomped at the knee and along his body, pulling him up and slammed him to the corner, turning him around and slugged over his head, climbing up and would drop him with a climb up DDT. Rising slow he would signal with his palm, dragging him to his feet and chopped over his chest, tossing him to the ropes and went for a hard chop, Gabriel rolling underneath and caught him square in the jaw. Taka stumbled back as Gabriel ran full speed, hitting a cross body as both men fell to the floor below.
Gabriel rose first, waiting and ran to the railing and did a springboard moonsault, splashing upon Taka then rolled him into the ring, waiting on the apron and came in with a dropkick then took him down again with a spinning neckbreaker, picking up and and dropped him with a suplex, covering for two. Gabriel rose, locking in a snapmare then a headlock, Taka getting to his feet and broke out, bouncing off the rope though Gabriel countered with a falling spin kick, rolling to his feet and bounced off the rope himself, doing a rolling 450 splash, covering for two.
Gabriel rose up first, pulling Taka to his feet and dropped him with a double underhook powerbomb, climbing the top rope though Mr. Fuji would yell at him, distracting him for just a moment as Taka climbed up and dropped him with a superarm drag then quickly locked in a fujiawa armbar. He locked it in, hearing almost a pop then rose up, dropping a few knees over the shoulder then climbed the top rope, leaping with a sunset flip neckbreaker, covering for two.
Taka dragged him up with a few hard chops to the chest then a climb up dropsault, Gabriel slipping through the ropes to the floor below. Taka would wave at the crowd, hearing the jeers and ran full speed, leaping over with a senton, Gabriel catching him and countered with a running powerbomb that Taka countered with an X-Factor right into the stairs. Damn that was vicious as Taka got up, standing on the apron and waited, running along and kicked him hard over the face then quickly hit the turnbuckle and leapt with a moonsault, splashing down to the floor with Gabriel.
Taka got up first, tossing him into the ring and grabbed him with a snap suplex, grabbing him from behind with a sleeper then would suplex him backwards, Gabriel landing on his neck and head, Taka climbing the rope and came down with a double knee across the spine, rolling up then picked him up for the Michonoku Driver but Gabriel blocked, landing on his feet and dropped him with a quick flatliner DDT. Slowly they rose though Taka caught him with a climb up insiguri, quickly locking in a bow and arrow lock.
Gabriel shook his head no, trying to fight out of it. Taka eventually let him go, the damage being done as Fuji instructed him to finish the job, kicking along him until he rose up, trying for a dragon suplex though Gabriel fought out by flipping upon his feet and hit the ropes, taking him down with a cross body, rolling up and dropped him next with an Alabama Slam/Jackknife Pin Combination for two. Gabriel rose and went for his knock out kick though Taka ducked, climbing up for a hurricanrana for two. Both of them rose, slugging it out though Taka scored the quicker hit with a chop to the chest then a kick to the gut, dropping him with a facebuster then climbed the top rope, leaping with a dropkick though Gabriel side stepped, grabbing Taka from behind and rose him up for a german but it was blocked. Taka would roll foward, tossing him off and ducked a clothesline, hitting the rope, rolling under another clothesline and caught Gabriel by the head, leaping to the rope for Sliced Bread though Gabriel pushed him off. Taka hit the turnbuckle, quickly climbing up and would flip over Gabriel whom hit the turnbuckle and would hit a springboard moonsault spinning headscissor.
Taka was dizzy after that move and took a cresent kick over the head, laying flat upon the mat as Gabriel moved to the top rope, posing for the 450 though Fuji was on the apron, distracting the ref as it gave Sasuke a chance to come from the crowd, hitting Gabriel over the back with a kendo stick, watching him fall flat upon the mat and quickly flee from the scene. Taka would shake his head after a little bit, looking down at Gabriel whom was holding his head from the kendo stick, signaling he was about to end it as he picked him up, setting him up for the Michonoku Driver and came down though Gabriel quickly countered that into a cutter, rolling to his feet and connected with his Knock Out Kick that was affectionately titled Goodnyte, covering Taka, 1.....2....3.
Wow, just like that Gabriel was able to retain his title countering the Driver into a cutter, Taka not expecting him to do that as Gabriel obviously did his homework, taking his title and rolled out of the ring. Not a good night for Dynasty so far as Gabriel moved up the ramp, smiling as he held the title up high, the replay showing a few times as Taka rose in anger.
We cut to the back as Kevin Kelly came on screen.
"Ladies and Gentleman the results of the draft are in and I'm here to present you with one of the results, Macho Man Randy Savage."
"Oh yeah space and time have been distorted and the madness has been released and it's gonna run wild yeah here in the NWA. There are many things that I have done in this business and there are some that I have even YET to tap into and that's what I'm here to accomplish yeah."
"Well there are a lot of boys in the back that are looking to accomplish goals as well Savage I hope you're ready for it."
"Competition is what drives the Macho Man to the brink of greatness and competition is what I'm here for. You see there is one particular man, that the Macho Man has been eyeing for a long time."
"Is it possible Macho that you can tell us whom you're talking about?"
"Now that would ruin the surprise and anticipation only heightens a man's appitite yeah so you'll all have to wait. Speaking of waiting, where exactly is the welcome wagon around here?"
"Didn't you get the fruit basket?"
"A fruit basket is not going to satisfy the mansion of madness but see you're just an urchin so you didn't know any better, that's okay, you just hop on for the ride as Macho Man spins reality into his own web of chaos, feast your eyes young and old because I'm too hot to handle and too cold to hold, and my story is forever told as here begins a new chapter in the Sanctum of Madness."
He would look over and slowly coming into view would be....Ricky Steamboat. Both of them would lock eyes, neither one of them cracking a smile as Kevin would duck out gracefully, the tension starting to build already as we cut to ringside
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA United States Championship!"
(Play Dragon)
"Introducing first, accompanied by Mr. Fuji, representing the Rising Sun Dynasty, he weighs in at 180lbs, Ultimo Dragon!"
(Play Morrison)
"And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 220lbs he is the NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!"
The bell rang as both men came to the center of the ring, Dragon starting to kick at Morrison's legs, but Morrison kept backing away, none of Dragon's kicks connecting, as he played keep away for a little bit. Dragon was the more experienced of the two as he backed off and went back to the center of the ring, waiting patiently for Morrison to step in. Fuji jumped on the apron and called Dragon over, whispering something in his ear as Dragon nodded in understanding, going back to the center of the ring. Morrison and Dragon locked up as Dragon went behind, locking in a waistlock. Morrison switched behind and placed a waistlock on Dragon himself as he hooked John's head and leapt high into the air, delivering a massive snapmare.
Morrison rolled to his feet and ran off the ropes, Ultimo leapfrogging over him, turning around and hitting Morrison's face with a dropkick. Morrison fell to the outside, landing on his feet as Dragon quickly ran forward and flew over the top, crashing right onto Morrison. Ultimo slid back into the ring as Morrison rose up to his feet, not hurt too much, but wondering what the hell just hit him. Dragon called him back into the ring, as Morrison slid back in at a count of six, but rolled back out, trying to rethink strategy. Dragon slid outside and turned him around, but Morrison was ready, answering with a couple right hands before tossing him back into the ring, following in.
He threw Dragon to the corner, who grabbed the top rope and leapt up, over a charging Morrison. He ran to the ropes, countering Morrison's clothesline attempt into a quick cruicifix. Morrison rolled through it and dropkicked Dragon low in the jaw, but he sprang backwards onto his feet and hit the ropes again, hitting a flying headscissors, which Morrison rolled through and came off with a cross body block. He rolled off and hit the ropes, going for a standing shooting star, but crashed on the mat as Dragon rolled out of the way. Dragon went for a standing moonsault, which Morrison dodged himself. The two got to their feet as Dragon blocked a punch, Morrison blocked a punch, Dragon ducked a spin kick, Morrison jumped over a low sweep and went for a kick, Dragon caught his foot and attempted an enziguiri. He missed as Morrison ducked, but Dragon landed on his feet and rolled forward, throwing Morrison forward. Morrison bounced off the ropes and hit a quick sunset flip, which Dragon rolled out of and sprang to his feet.
Dragon ran forward and was back dropped out of the ring, but landed on the apron. Morrison turned around and was caught in a springboard flying headscissor, but rolled to his feet soon afterward and ran back to Dragon, who split-legged underneath, Morrison jumping over. John stopped dead in his tracks and kicked Dragon, but his foot was caught. Dragon went for a sweep of the foot, but Morrison jumped over it and backflipped, landing on his feet, kicking Dragon square in the face with the backflip kick. Morrison charged forward but was lowbridged, holding onto the top rope. He skinned the cat and hooked Dragon's head, sending him over the top rope to the outside before pulling himself back up into the ring. As Dragon rose, Morrison grabbed the top rope and jumped over, crashing down on Dragon!
"Wow, what a display!"
"I swear to God, I haven't seen this many moves in a sixty minute match! This should've been over thirty moves ago!"
Morrison rolled back inside, inviting Dragon back into the ring, who obliged. They circled each other before locking up, now it was time for wrestling. Morrison locked in a side headlock, bringing Dragon down to the mat. Dragon rolled on the top of his head, then sprang forward, pinning Morrison's shoulders to the mat. 1, 2, Morrison bridged upward, hitting a backslide. 1, 2, no. Dragon rose up quickly and went for an inside spinning heel kick, but Morrison ducked underneath and got between Dragon's legs, lifting him up and connecting with a big time sitdown powerbomb, hooking the legs! 1, 2, no! Dragon was able to kick out and roll back, getting to his feet in the corner. Morrison charged forward with a dropkick, knocking Dragon down. He grabbed his feet and launched him to the corner with a slingshot, Dragon landing on the second rope. He jumped up to the top and leapt off with a moonsault, catching Morrison turning around! 1.... 2.... no! Morrison was able to kick out.
They got back to their feet as Dragon quickly got behind Morrison and locked in the Dragon Sleeper! Morrison was able to slide out of it and quickly left the ring, knowing that if he was in that for long, it was done for. The referee got to an eight before Morrison decided to get back in the ring, if he slowed the pace down, he could take control of the match. They locked up again, Morrison backing Dragon into the corner. He chopped at Dragon's chest, who retaliated with a chop of his own. Morrison hit another overhand chop, Dragon responded with one as well. Reverse knife edge on Dragon, then on Morrison. Morrison kicked Dragon in the gut, Dragon retaliated with one of his own. A punch to Dragon, a punch to Morrison. Morrison hit another reverse knife edge, then Dragon hit a double handed reverse knife edge, knocking Morrison down.
Morrison was fired into the corner, but came out with a clothesline, taking Dragon down hard. Dragon quickly nipped up to his feet and ran to the ropes. Morrison jumped in the air and hit a corkscrew leg lariat, blasting Dragon between the eyes, going for the cover, hooking the leg. 1, 2, no. Morrison sat Dragon up and hit a dropkick into his face, going for another cover. 1.... 2.... no! Dragon still kicked out. Morrison threw Dragon into the corner, but got a mouthful of boot as he charged in. Ultimo climbed the ropes and leapt off going for a tornado DDT, but Morrison caught him in midair and bridged back, hitting a Northern Lights suplex! 1.... 2..... NO! Somehow, Dragon kicked out!
Morrison signalled the end, wanting to end it rather quickly as he hit Dragon in the gut, going for the Moonlight Drive! Dragon quickly countered it and switched behind Morrison, hitting a full nelson, going for the Dragon Suplex. He pulled back, but Morrison was able to flip and land on his feet, hitting the ropes. He came off from the far side and ran straight into a spinning heel kick from Dragon, taking all momentum away, knocking him out. Fuji told Dragon to finish him off now, and Dragon nodded. He picked Morrison up and tossed him to the ropes, hitting a sleeper hold. From the sleeper position, he lowered Morrison down and switched his arms around, hitting the Dragon Sleeper! Morrison was locked in the center of the ring, having nowhere to go, as Dragon had this locked in tight.
Morrison was pulled back, Dragon had the sleeper locked in nice and tight, and Morrison was going down. The referee checked his hand once...... twice..... three times, but it didn't drop the final time! Morrison still had some fight left in him as he walked toward the corner and flipped over Dragon, locking in a full nelson, going for the Dragon Suplex! Ultimo switched behind and hit the Dragon Suplex himself, bridging back with the pin! 1..... 2..... NO! Morrison's shoulder shot off the canvas somehow!
Dragon couldn't believe it but wasn't deterred much as he picked Morrison up and fired him off the ropes, locking in another sleeper hold. Morrison quickly sat down, hitting a jaw jacker, then came off the second rope with the Flying Chuck! He covered Dragon quickly, 1.... 2.... NO! Dragon kicked out. Morrison was back in the fight as he started to rally back with punches and kicks until Dragon fought back with his signature kicks. He hit one in the knee, then to the back of the leg, the knee, the back of the leg, the chest, then went to finish him off with the spin kick to the face, but Morrison ducked underneath it and went for the Nitro Blast! Dragon caught his foot and hit a Dragon Screw takedown, going for a lion tamer. Morrison reached up and pulled at Dragon's mask, bringing him down with a small package! 1.... 2.... 3-no! Dragon barely kicked out of that one.
Dragon got back to his feet and hit a spinning heel kick to Morrison's face, knocking him straight down, climbing the top rope. He looked behind him and went for a moonsault, but Morrison rolled out of the way! Dragon landed on his feet though, as Morrison pulled himself up in the corner. Dragon charged forward as Morrison jumped up and kicked Dragon in the face with both of his feet, knocking him down. He looked up and hit an elbow drop a la Shawn Michaels as the crowd exploded to their feet in respect.
Morrison signalled for the end as Dragon rose up, Morrison charging for the Nitro Blast! Dragon ducked underneath it and flapjacked Morrison into the top turnbuckle, knocking him out. Dragon rose to the top rope and spat yellow mist into the air, signifying a dragon's breath, as the end was near. He leapt off with a 450 splash, but Morrison was able to roll out of the way, Dragon landing face first onto the canvas, rolling onto his back. Morrison got to the top rope and called out, leaping backwards with a Phoenix Driver Moonsault, crashing right on top of Dragon! 1.... 2..... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!"
Morrison rolled out of the ring in pain, holding his stomach as replays showed the highlights of the match, and the spectacular finish, as Morrison was handed his US Title and headed up the ramp. All of a sudden, from behind, Hakushi nailed Morrison in the back of the head with a kendo stick, Morrison may have beaten Dragon, but he still had the rest of Dynasty to go through as Dragon joined Hakushi on the ramp, Dynasty getting the last laugh on this particular occasion, but was unsuccessful in capturing the US Title.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is No Holds Barred and is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play Out]
Serena would jump Nattie from behind, stomping her down and would strip her of the title, bashing it over her head, straddling her and started to slug away at her head, tossing the title aside. She moved around and found some cable, wrapping it around her throat, choking her with it and dragged her to the top of the stage, bashing her head into the set then hit a hard bodyslam. She would punch along her head, slamming it against the grating then would drag her towards the ring, bashing her head into the steel steps then the post, using the cable and wrapped it around the post and tied it in a knot, still having her neck wrapped, pulling out handcuffs and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
Serena then moved around the ring, finding a singapore cane and started to walk back slowly, raising it up and would connect with a vicious shot over the back, then again, and again and again, ten times hitting over her back leaving marks. She lowered the stick down, leaving over and would lick along Nattie's head, tasting the blood then spat it out, yelling at her then cracked the cane over the back of her neck with a sickening snap, the ref finally getting the cable free as Nattie fell on the floor.
Serena pulled her up and rammed her stomach first into the barricade, having her dangle and grabbed a steel chair, bashing it over her spine, watching her pull back then did it again, having her drop to her knees. Serena opened the chair and sat down, staring at her and just laughed at her, kicking her hard in the face with her foot, knocking her down and rose her hands up, hearing the fans jeer at her, moving over and would grab her legs, calling out "This is for Uncle Bret" and would place her in a mock sharpshooter. Nattie with her hands cuffed was unable to even break out of it, Serena just holding on tightly for a moment or two before breaking, picking up the cane and would start to beat upon her back again, dragging her up and tossed her into the ring, climbnig the top rope and dropped her with a double axe, covering for two as Nattie barely got the shoulder up.
Serena rolled over, straddling her and would hit her with heavy fists, Nattie unable to block as the ref was powerless to do anything, Serena then hitting a headbutt and climbed up, dropping a legdrop over the throat and dragged her up, slamming her to the corner and would slug and kick along her, placing her on the top rope and came down with a superplex, covering again for two as Nattie barely got the shoulder up. Serena grunted and pulled away, picking up a steel chair from the floor and re entered, yelling out "get up you little whore" over and over again, slamming the chair upon the mat and prepared to swing, running at her and swung hard, Nattie ducking and got to her feet, hitting one good dropkick, the chair cracking over Serena's head, Natayla using all the strength she had and broke out of the cuffs, now rising to her feet, shaking with rage as Serena said "oh shit" and was hit with a sick clothesline. Nattie then caught her with a flapjack, smashing her face into the chair then would straddle her, repeatidly bashing her face into it. The ref tried to pull her off as Nattie literally picked the ref up and tossed him across the ring.
Serena tried to get away as Nattie grabbed her foot, smashing the knee into the mat then kicked and stomped at it, dragging her up and tossed her to the ropes, connecting with a powerslam, a suplex then a gorilla press slam. Nattie moved over to the ref, pulling off his belt and walked over, starting to harshly whip along Serena's back, watching her roll and crawl to the corner. Nattie then had her corner and cracked the belt hard down her chest, watching her drop to her knees. Nattie went for another strike though took powder right to the face, blinding her.
Serena rose up, dropping her with a dropkick from the top rope, quickly locking in a headlock, wrenching on her. Nattie rose and dropped her with a back suplex, rubbing her eyes as she still couldn't see, using the rope to pull herself up though Serena dropped her with a spiked ddt then a piledriver, covering for two. She grunted out, rolling out of the ring and looked for something, pulling out a steel chain. She looked at it in awe, rolling into the ring and went after her, Nattie countering with a droptoe hold, Serena smashing face first into thechain. She held her face as Natalya got behind her, grabbing the chain and would slowly wrap it around her face, running and smashed it right into the turnbuckle.
Serena rolled, tossing the chain off and held her face in agony, rising up as Nattie dropped her with a release german suplex then a cross body, rolling to her feet and dropped her with a falling spine buster, grabbing the legs and went for the sharpshooter though she was kicked off and through the ropes to the floor. She rose to her feet as Serena stood on the apron, leaping with a senton though Nattie caught her, reversing it into an alley oop with authority, slamming her through the announce table. Man what a slam that was as she dragged Serena up, tossing her into the ring and went in herself, watching her rise up and took her down with a bulldog, climbing the rope and dropped a Bret Hart elbow, going for the sharpshooter again though Serena fought out, rolling to the floor for safety.
Nattie would climb out after her though was tricked as she was tackled into the steel post. Serena would rise, picking up the cane choked her with it, presing her against the post, pulling back and swung, missing as the cane broke in half. She looked at it and moved it around, holding it like a knife and went to stab at her, Nattie countering with a flapjack right into the barricade, Serena falling over into the crowd.
Nattie rose up slow as Serena held her ribs in pain, getting suplexed to the floor back to ringside then tossed her into the ring, Nattie going after her as Serena backed off. She got close enough though Serena kicked at the knee, rising up and hit a sick uppercut then an X-Factor, locking in a front headlock and bashed her knees into her skull, holding on tightly. Nattie forced herself up, dropping her with a northern light suplex for two, Serena fighting back with a snapmare then a cross body, Nattie held on and connected with a back breaker then a fallaway slam.
She rose up, pulling Serena up whom would headbutt her again, picking her up and hit a sitout dominator that she called "Fall From Grace", moving over and locked in the figurefour necklock. Serena had her arms locked, telling and screaming at her to give up, Nattie kicking with her feet trying to fight out of this hold, stomping with her feet as she fought. Serena shook her body some, screaming out 'say hello to your uncle for me' then squeezed tightly. Natayla had enough as she would twist her body, able to roll onto her belly and knees somehow, slowly rising up and would drop Serena with an electric chair, the hold breaking as she landed upon the chair.
Natayla slowly rose to her feet, coughing a bit and moved to the corner, pulling the turnbuckle pad off and exposed the steel, pulling Serena up and would bash her into it ten times then dropped her with a bulldog right upon the steel chair, having enough of this time as she rose her thumb up then down, dropping her with an inverted atomic drop then a body slam, getting in her father's position, taking her down with a running tackle then picked up the steel chair, slamming it down and blasted it over her head, knocking her out completely but Nattie wasn't done, opening it and would slide the upper half of Serena through it then would lock in a sharpshooter, sitting upon the chair, forcing it to close like a vice shut, now, pressure on the ribs and legs.
Serena couldn't even scream out as she was being suffocated by the chair and her legs were screaming out in pain, Natayla leaving a stamp on that hold as Serena shook her head and violently tapped out, giving up completely.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner by submisison and still NWA Women's Champion, Natayla."
She slammed her legs down, taking her title after that huge war, picking up Serena and tossed her out of her ring for good measure, grabbing her title and rose it up. What a war tha was as she would roll out of the ring, Natayla heading up the ramp, proud of her victory as she proved the Anti Angel wrong, proving for sure her win was not a fluke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a three way dance match for the NWA World Tag Team Championship!"
(Play Andersons)
"Introducing the challengers. First, accompanied by Eric Bischoff, weighing in at a combined 501lbs, they represent Camp Jarrett, Arn and Ole, the Andersons!"
(Play CM Punk)
"From Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 222lbs, CM Punk!"
Where the hell was CM Punk? Fans started to boo a bit as cameras cut to the back as we saw team NWA (Young Blood) towering over a bloodied CM Punk, by his body would lay a kendo stick. Jeff Hardy was trying to wake him up but he was knocked out cold, asking what exactly happened as General Manager BM came inside.
"What the hell is going on? What the hell happened to Punk?"
They looked over, none of them having answers as BM called in EMT's quickly, Punk was gashed over his head as the trainer would push everybody out, needing to observe him. Hardy held his head, knowing they still had a tag match but everyone was booked, BM making a hastey decision and pulled Punk and Hardy from the match, going to check on Punk. Hardy would grunt some, picking up the kendo stick and knew whom did it, obviously, Chono and his band, walking off camera in a rage though still, we had a tag match to get to, this wasn't looking good at all.
"Well, it looks like CM Punk's been taken out by Chono and Dynasty."
"Great detective work there, meathead."
"Shut up, Heenan!"
"You don't have to yell at me, I'm not blind! I don't need colorful sunglasses to see anything!"
"Guys, we have a job to do, please..."
(Play Demolition)
"And, at a combined weight of 583lbs, they are the NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ax and Smash, Demolition!"
Where was Demolition? Were they taken out too? No! From the crowd, Demolition entered the ring, jumping the Andersons from behind as the bell rang, Demolition getting the early advantage! They powerslammed both the Andersons down to the mat and clotheslined them over the top to the outside, Bischoff quickly running over to them as Demolition took off their war gear and their title belts and quickly ran to the outside, wanting to make short work of their adversaries now that it was a regular tag match.
The Andersons fought back, a regular melee ensuing on the outside, Demolition starting to take control. They threw the Andersons back into the ring as Bischoff hit the two of them with a steel chair to their backs, but to no effect. Smash grabbed Bischoff from behind and threw him into Ax, who picked him up and scoop slammed him on the floor! They rolled back into the ring as the Andersons took control, stomping on them as they came in, the momentary distraction from Bischoff seemed to work. They went to opposite corners as they prepared to launch Demolition at each other, but they were reversed, Arn and Ole crashing into each other in the center of the ring! Smash came flying from the far side with a flying shoulder block, knocking Arn out of the ring and going to his corner, as Ax and Ole were the legal men.
Ax decked Ole a couple times in the head and threw him to the ropes, knocking him down with a clothesline. He went for a quick cover and got a two count, picking him back up and body slamming him down to the canvas. He dropped an elbow two times on Ole's chest before sitting him up and ramming a knee into his back a few times, locking in a reverse chinlock, posting the back. Ole fought out of it, getting back to his feet and hitting Ax in the gut a couple times, sending him to the ropes. Ax ducked a clothesline on the return, and came back with a cross body block, completely bowling over Ole. Ax tagged out as both of them sent Ole off the ropes, hitting a double elbow, then stereo elbow drops into the chest.
Smash covered Ole for two, as Arn came in and broke the count. Arn continued to pound away on Smash, the referee ordering Arn back to his corner, which was completely ignored. Smash was sent off the ropes, but reversed Arn, taking him down with a stiff shoulder block, as Ole came back from behind, getting the cheap shot in. He dragged Smash to their corner and blasted him into the turnbuckle, tagging Arn in once he got back to the corner. Arn came in and unloaded several bodyblows to Smash, before going to the head with stiff punches and forearms. He sent Smash to the far corner hard, then sent him back to the other one, Smash coming out holding his back. Arn kicked low and hit a vertical suplex, floating over for the cover, but only getting a two. Arn picked Smash up and tagged Ole back in, who ascended to the second rope. Arn held Smash prone as Ole came off with an axe handle to the head, knocking him down.
Ole grabbed Smash from behind and locked in a full nelson, wrenching down on the neck. Smash broke it and switched behind, locking Ole in a full nelson himself, but Ole stepped on his foot, breaking the hold, playing dirty. He raked at the face, bring Smash down to the mat, the referee telling him to lay off, or he'll be disqualified. Ole simply pushed the referee away and tagged Arn back in, as Ole locked in another full nelson, Smash being wide open for several punches and kicks. Ax tried to will Smash on, but he was in the wrong part of town as the Andersons had Smash deep in their corner.
Arn pushed Smash in the corner and slapped him in the face, which woke Smash up, retaliating with a right hand that sent Arn halfway across the ring, knocking him clean out. Smash was pissed off and sent Arn into the ropes, powerslamming him hard, but was taken down from behind by Ole, who blindly tagged in when Arn was sent to the ropes. Ole kicked at Smash down on the canvas, grabbing the leg and woo'ed, mocking Ric Flair as he locked in a figure four. Or, he would have, had Smash not kicked him off into the corner, crawling over to his partner. Ole quickly got out of the corner and nailed Ax in the face, knocking him off the apron, bringing Smash back to the center of the ring, kicking at his back. He threw Smash to the corner and closed in, pounding away relentlessly as the ref pulled him off. Bischoff came up on the apron and started to choke Smash with a rope as the referee's back was turned!
Ax came in to help, but the ref pushed him back to his corner, Bischoff still choking Smash behind the ref's back as he leapt off the apron as the referee turned around. He stealthily handed the rope to Arn as the referee pulled Ole off Smash again, telling him to let him out of the corner, as Arn himself started to choke out Smash!
"Come on referee, turn around!"
"What, I'm not seeing anything illegal."
"Bobby, he's choking him with a rope!"
"Yeah, but I've gotta agree with the Brain, if the referee doesn't see it, it's called good tag team strategy."
"It's cheating, Jesse."
"A wise man once said "Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat." You know who that was, Grish?"
"No."
"Me."
The referee turned around and didn't catch anything as Arn finally legally tagged into the match, throwing Smash to the ropes, hitting a powerslam of his own. He covered Smash, 1.... 2.... no, Ax came in to break up the count. Ax continued to pound away on Arn until the ref pushed him back, Ole tossing Arn one of the tag title belts! He nailed Smash right in the back with it and tossed it away, sitting down on him with a recliner submission hold. The referee got right up to Smash, asking him if he wanted to give it up, but Smash said no. Arn reeled back even more, as Bischoff was on the outside, telling his boys that they've got it in the bag. He pounded on the mat, screaming at Arn to crank up the pressure, and he did just that, Smash being stuck in this punishing hold. Finally, Smash got to his knees, getting out from under Arn and started to rise. He punched at Arn a couple times in the stomach and finally broke the hold, hitting the ropes, but Ole stuck his foot out, kicking Smash in the back, taking him back down.
The crowd began to boo, but Ole flipped them all off as Bischoff just laughed, the Andersons being in COMPLETE control of Demolition. Ax was over on the other side, kicking the stairs time and time again, making some noise, trying to rally Smash on. Ole tagged in and picked Smash up, locking in a bear hug, more damage being done to the back. Smash was in this hold for a while, trying to slide his arm in between he and Ole, but to no avail. Finally, he bit Ole in the face, breaking the hold, as he came off the ropes with a clothesline, but Smash dropped as well, all the energy being taken out of him.
"Come on, Smash! Make that tag!"
"You're supposed to be impartial, humanoid!"
"And you're supposed to be a broadcast journalist, Brain. Now shut up and do some journalism!"
"I don't have to take this, you know."
"Then you can leave, see if I care!"
Smash crawled over to his corner, as did Ole, as both men needed to get out, Smash way more than Ole. Ole did indeed tag out as Arn sprinted to the other side, grabbing a hold of Smash's leg and pulling him away, but Smash held onto the rope. He stood up on one leg, and somehow delivered a massive ensiguiri to Arn's head, knocking him senseless, Arn staying on his feet.... and then falling down in the center of the ring, being knocked COMPLETELY out! Bischoff was incensed on the outside, pounding on the mat, screaming for Arn to get up as he slowly started to stir. He got back to his feet... when Ax was tagged in, coming in like a house of fire, clotheslining Arn down.
Ole came in and was back body dropped for his troubles, being sent into the corner. Ax then sent Arn into Ole, stacking them up in the corner as he ran forward and body avalanched the both of them, hip tossing Arn, then powerslamming Ole. The referee was losing control as Bischoff had gotten up on the apron, Ax grabbed him and pulled him into the ring. He pressed him up over his head, going to send him straight to hell, as Arn came from behind and chop blocked Ax, Bischoff's life was just saved. Smash came back into the ring as all four men began to brawl once again, the referee losing all control of the match. Smash clotheslined Ole over the top, both men going over the top, as Ax and Arn were the legal men.
Ax set up in the corner, waiting to take Arn's head off with a monster of a clothesline as he ran out of the corner, but Arn hit the floor, Ax almost decapitating the referee by mistake! Smash tossed Ole into the stairs on the outside and rolled into the ring, helping Ax. Arn went for a spinebuster and hit it on Ax, but turned around into a shot with the tag team titles from Smash! Smash picked Ax up and woke him up as they picked Arn up together and guillotined him into the rope, calling for the decapitator!
Smash hit the backbreaker as Ax hit the top rope, coming off with the elbow drop and covered Arn.... but the referee was still down! Eric Bischoff came in from the outside and started to attack Ax, but to no avail, as Demolition just looked at him, Bischoff was soon to be a dead man. He took a right hand from Smash, and was hit with a backbreaker by Ax, being placed in position for the Demolition Decapitation right there! When out of nowhere, Ole came in from the outside with a tire iron and blasted Smash right in the face, knocking him off the top rope! He turned around and nailed Ax in the face with it as well, as Arn was back on his feet, Ax turning around into the AA Spinebuster! Bischoff ran over to the referee and woke him up, as Arn had gotten the cover!
"No! Son of a bitch, not like this! Referee, don't count that!"
1!
"Not like this, it can't end this way!"
2!
"Kick out, Ax! Kick out of it!"
3!
"Damn it, no!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners... and NEW NWA World Tag Team Champions, Arn and Ole, the Andersons!"
Bischoff ran over and grabbed the tag team titles and handed them to Arn and Ole, as Ole picked up the smoking gun, the tire iron in one hand, and the tag team title in the other, as all three men left the ring, the fans booing wildly as trash and debris started to litter the ring and the rampway, the fans were PISSED to say the least.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
It was obvious whom the fans were for as Bourne moved around the ring, knowing he couldn't win a power or wrestling game wih Jarrett, having to rely on speed and countering. Jarrett would strut with a grin, saying it was only a matter of time before he had the title. Slowly they would lock up, Jarrett pushing him back and laughed at him. They would do that again, Bourne locking in an arm wrench, twisting and spinning it, kicking along Jarrett's back and chest though Jarrett countered with a clothesline. Bourne ducked and kicked him from behind, knocking him to the rope, running at Jarrett whom turned around, not seeing Bourne whom did a springboard moonsault facebuster.
Jarrett held his face, not expecting that as Bourne kicked him to the corner and rushed in with a double knee, rolling back and took Jarrett down with an armdrag then a dropkick, going for a kick though Jarrett blocked, taking a mule kick to the face as he fell through the ropes to the floor. He held his face, rising up and pushed a fan out of his seat that was yelling at him, turning around as Bourne flew over the rope with a summersault plauncha spinning headscissor, Jarrett smacking into the stairs.
Bourne rose, standing upon the apron and ran, hitting a double knee lariat upon Jarrett and crashed upon the stairs, rolling off as Jeff held his back, rolling into the ring for safety though took a springboard victory roll for two. Bourne rose, starting to kick along his back and chest, connecting with a vicious kick to the face, climbing the rope and caught Jarrett with another spinning headscissor, having him dangle over the middle rope. Bourne then ran, leaping over him and did a summersault legdrop over the back of his head, Jarrett reeling back and held his head, taking a springboard wheel kick to the face then dropsaulted to the corner.
Jarrett held his hand up for a break though Bourne ran in hitting a cross body, quickly climbing the rope and dropped Jarrett with a diamond dust, Jeff rolling to the floor. He moved around the ring, needing to collect himself after that, re entering at six, looking at Bourne and had to rethink strategy. They would lock up again, Jarrett getting behind him and caught a german suplex. Bourne landed in his feet and dropped Jeff with a climb up insiguri then an oklhoma roll for two.
Both men rose as Jeff went for a clothesline though Bourne countered with a crucifix pin for two. They rose again, Bourne striking first with kicks to the legs and chest, connecting with one to the face, waiting and locked in a front face/butterfly lock. Jarrett was already sitting down so the lock applied was lethal, Bourne holding on tightly. Jeff grunted some, using his neck muscles and upper back, flipping Bourne over head, breaking the hold. Jeff rose up as Bourne came in fast, Jarrett countering by slamming him into the ropes, Bourne whipping back, holding his throat.
Jeff smirked as he walked over, dropping elbow after elbow over his head and throat, pulling him up slow and pushed him to the corner, chopping over the chest and slugged to his head, tossing him to the other corner hard, Bourne smacking chest first and bounced back, getting dropped with a release german suplex. Jarrett moved over, pulling him up and dropped him with a powerbomb, picking him up again then caught him with a suplex, just having fun now. He pulled him up and came down with a piledriver, covering for two but just smirked, pulling him up and tossed him to the ropes, hitting a backbody drop then clotheslined him out of the ring, Bourne landing on the apron.
Jarrett moved over, picking him up for a suplex but instead would drop him down to the floor, Evan smacking the ground hard. The fans screamed at Jarrett for that as he rolled to the floor, picking up Bourne and rammed him into the steel post then back into the ring, climbing in and locked in a sleeper. Jarrett would wrench on him then tossed him like a doll, grabbing his legs and would slingshot him right into the turnbuckle.
Jarrett slowly moved over, setting him up on top and locked in for a super german suplex, falling back though Bourne quickly flipped his body over, splashing down on Jarrett as he rolled off. Slowly Bourne rose up, holding his ribs some since that splash upon the floor affected him, going after Jeff whom hit him right in the injured ribs then spiked him with a ddt.
Slowly he rose up, dragging Bourne to his feet and bodyslammed him down, now starting to work at the knee, turning him over and dropped it firmly over the mat. He would drag him towards the post, slamming his knee into it a few times, Bourne pulling away and held the knee as Jarrett re entered, locking in a side leglock to contiue weakening it. He let go after about a minute, rising up and watched him crawl, stomping on his hand then kicked him down, going for the figure four though Bourne kicked him off.
Jarrett quickly dropped him with a chopblock, locking in a sleeper. Bourne would try to fight out of it though Jarrett held onto his head and tossed him hard into the steel post shoulder first, Bourne slipping down to the floor below. Bourne held his shoulder now as Jarrett went to the floor, ramming him into the steel barricade, picking him up with a gorilla press and tossed him rib first into the steel post as Bourne slid and hit the stairs. Jarrett then grabbed him and tossed him into the ring, Bourne holding his ribs as Jarrett kicked him down, going for the figure four again but Bourne fought out, rising to his feet as Jarrett took him down with a back suplex. He then kicked hard along his ribs, watching him roll as he coughed, Jarrett grabbing him in a full nelson, slamming him down with a full nelson slam.
Jarrett would then move to the top rope, he didn't do this often as he leapt with an elbow smash, hitting the mat as Bourne rolled aside. Jarrett swore audibly as both men rose, Bourne dropping him with a climb up cutter, needing a bit more time to recover, slowly rising up with the rope, watching Jarrett and would dropkick the knee, taking him down and went for a shining wizard though Jarrett caught him with a spine buster, covering for two.
Bourne coughed, his ribs killing him as Jeff rose, dragging him to his feet, picking him up for a suplex but Bourne fought out, ramming his knees into his head. Bourne landed on his feet, going for a spin kick though Jarrett countered with a capture powerbomb, covering for two. He yelled out, rising up and pulled Evan up upon his shoulders, dropping him with a death valley driver, climbing the top rope again and leapt for a legdrop but missed as Bourne again rolled aside.
Both men rose up as Bourne caught Jeff in the jaw with a rising knee then a spin kick to the corner. Bourne charged in as Jarrett backbody dropped him over, Bourne catching his balance and landed on the turnbuckle, coming down with a tornado ddt, covering Jarrett for two. Bourne rose slowly, hobbling at his knee as Jarrett grabbed a hold of it, dropping him with a dragonscrew, Bourne dropping down. Jarrett would drop elbow after elbow over the knee, weakening it then went for the figure four, Bourne countering with a small package for two.
Jarrett got up first, grabbing Bourne from behind with a back suplex with a bridge for two. They rose again, Jarrett catching him again this time with a reverse suplex, covering for two. He dragged him up and tossed him to the ropes, trying for a backbody drop though Bourne countered, flipping his body and dropped Jeff with a falling neck breaker. Bourne got up first, holding his ribs still as Jeff grabbed him by the waist, dropping him with a northern light suplex for two. Jeff yelled at the ref, pulling up Bourne and slammed him to the corner, bashing his head to the turnbuckle and placed him on top, climbing up for a superplex.
Jeff went for it but lost his grip, falling flat upon the mat. Evan caught his balance and would leap with the shooting stare press and missed, rolling along the mat and held his ribs in agony, Jeff quickly hooking the leg....1..........2.............NO. Evan kicked out dispite the pain and Jarrett hit the mat, picking him up and dropped him with a suplex, bouncing off the rope and did a body splash upon his ribs, then dropped both knees upon them, picking him up and would place him in a torture rack, working on his back a little bit then slammed him down, finishing the job with a sitdown surfboard stretch. Bourne would shake his head no, he was in extreme pain as Jeff held on, telling him to give up.
Bourne refused as he was stuck in this hold for a little while, Jarrett letting go and dragged him to the center of the ring, trying for the figure four though when he went for the second leg Bourne connected right to his face. Bourne struggled to his feet as Jeff went for a chopblock though Evan would leap frog, kicking him in the gut and nailed an Asai DDT, covering, 1..........2.............No. Damn that was close as he pulled up, keeping his distance a bit as he charged in for a spinning headscissor though Jeff countered with a rib breaker then went for the figure four quickly, Evan moving his feet the best he could and slid out, moving under the ropes to the apron. Jeff went after him, taking a hard kick across the side of the head, stunning him as Evan climbed the top rope and came down with a double knee lariat, rolling some as he held his knee.
Bourne rose and watched Jeff, coming at him with a dropkick and got him to the corner, charging in and dropped him with a monkey flip, coming at him with a bulldog though Jeff tossed him through the ropes to the floor. Jarrett rolled after him, picking him up and rammed his knee into the barricade then the steel post then the steel stairs, dropping him upon the floor and said it was over, tossing him back into the ring.
Jeff would just watch him sit up holding his ribs and stood over him, punching to his head and yelled out "get up boy' and dragged him to his feet, placing him up and hit a running powerslam, pulling him back up and slapped him over the face, ready to end this game as Bourne stepped back and kicked him with both of his feet, quickly climbing the rope and went for a dropkick as Jarrett caught him, quickly locking in the figure four.
Bourne would yell out, trying to fight out of it as Jeff had it locked in, singing praises to heaven that the title was his. Bourne would yell out, reaching for the ropes, trying to break free but Jeff was too strong for him. He tried to roll his body to no avail, it was getting him no where and it hurt to sit up, the ribs still hurting. Jarrett had it in the bag as he yelled at him to tap. Bourne shook his head, yelling out as he tried his best to fight through it, Bishoff came down to the ring, leaning over the apron and yelled out for him to tap out and give up already. Bourne shook his head, reaching for the rope, more so for Bish wanting to rip his head off almost as he just couldn't reach, biting his hands to prevent himself from tapping.
Jarrett would wrench a bit more as Bourne yelled out, hearing the crowd get behind him as he would dig deep and found a way to turn his body over, reversing the hold. Jeff screamed out and quickly rolled out and leg go, holding his knee as Bourne was in agony, unable to walk, the Shooting Star was out of the question now. Jeff went after him, kicking to his knee and pulled him to his feet, slamming him to the corner and nearly foamed at the mouth, yelling "That title is mine you little bitch" though Evan hit him hard in the face with a hard haymaker, that perhaps being the last bit he had as Jeff came in with a bodysplash then tossed him with a hiptoss, charging in with a clothesline though Bourne would duck, turning around and caught Jeff with a pelee kick. That was what he needed, slowly starting to crawl over towards the corner as Bish hit the apron. The ref went to restrain him as Jeff pulled himself up, shaking his head.
Bourne then charged in and leapt as Jeff caught him with a flapjack right into the exposed turnbuckle. Bish would drop to the floor as Jeff went for the cover, 1................2....................NO! Bourne refused to give in as Jeff was in a bit of shock, pulling him up and tossed him to the ropes, picking him up for a gorilla press to the floor though Bourne countered hitting a rope guillotine on the way down. Bourne climbed the apron, giving Bish a kick in the face as he charged in. Jeff would stop his entry into the ring, ready to ram him into the steel post as Bourne blocked with his feet and quickly climbed up the turnbuckle and caught Jeff with a float over super DDT.
Slowly Evan would rise up, holding his ribs as he was in pain, moving to the corner as Bish again got to the apron to distract him. Evan would then grab him into the ring and tossed him right into Jarrett as they knocked heads, Bish rolling to the floor as Bourne went for a kick. Jeff blocked and pushed him to the corner though Evan flipped over, Jeff smashing his head into the exposed buckle, Evan climbing the top rope, this was risky as he would leap and connected with the shooting star press.
He rolled off, holding his ribs as he swore out, crawling over and covered Jarrett....1.....................2.................3 NO AWW! Bish pulled the ref out of the ring and quickly dropped an elbow over the back of his head, knocking him out. Bourne had it, victory was his and it was robbed as Bish told him it was over though he was pulled from the apron by Jeff Hardy, starting to beat the shit out of him. Soon the re enforcements came down as Vader and the Anderson's stormed down to stop Hardy in his tracks. They were ready for a fight though Gabriel, Drew and Morrison came down to stop them in their tracks, a brawl starting to ensue at ringside.
Bish was able to enter the ring with Jarrett's guitar, ready to blast Bourne over the head but he was then tackled down by of all people, John Cena. That was a surprise, he ws fired but it didn't stop him from leaping over the guard rail, taking Bish out. The fight started to spill into the crowd and to the back even with Rude and Perfect joining in the fray, Bourne getting to his feet but he was dropped with a flatliner DDT, Jarrett needing to end this as he would see his guitar, slowly going after it and grabbed it, smirking to himself as he would watch Bourne struggle to his feet. He would start to wind up as he was stopped, Hardy grabbing a hold of the guitar and yanked it out of his hand. Jeff had a look of terror in his eyes as Hardy would wind up to swing though he was tackled down to the mat and to the floor by..CM Punk?
What the hell was going on as Jarrett would smirk, yelling "Get him Punk get him", picking up the guitar and swung hard, blasting it over Evan's head, clearing the ring of the debris as the ref slowly crawled inside, not seeing a thing as he would count...1...................2....................3 NO! Evan kicked out and Jeff was beside himself, no way in hell. Jarrett would rise up, trying to think of something without getting himself DQ'ed in the process, hitting the ref behind his back to keep him down a bit longer, sliding to the floor and grabbed a steel chair, folding it and would call Evan to his feet, ready to swing as he charged in, taking the chair in the face as Evan rose his foot up, smashing it against his skull, stunning him as Evan then blasted him over the head with the rest of his strength.
Evan shook his head, coughing up some blood as he had to end this fast, shaking the ref some with his hand as he rose to his feet along with Jarrett whom hit him with a low blow, dropping him down to his knees as Jarrett turned to get another weapon, bumping into Jeff Hardy. Hardy just looked at him, talking trash that this war was going to be over and his plan wouldn't work, charging in after Jarrett and kicked Bourne in the gut, hitting the Twist of Fate right upon the chair, rolling out of the ring.
Jarrett would smirk and would cover Bourne, 1................CM Punk would crawl into the ring trying to break up the count..............2................Hardy would grab him by the ankle and dragged him out, slamming him against the barricade.............3.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner and NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jeff Jarrett."
What a set up, what a set up as Hardy rolled into the ring with the World Title and personally presented it to Jeff Jarrett. The whole time Hardy was playing everyone for fools but why, why was he doing this? What did Jarrett promise him and worst yet, at the expence of Evan Bourne. This was a nightmare as the fans were literally irate, tossing debris into the ring as Jarrett would celebrate, the NWA now becoming under the Iron Fist of Jeff Jarrett. He wore the title proudly as CM Punk went to jump him but Hardy was able to take him down with a Twist of Fate, celebrating with the new champion, slowly starting to leave the ring, Hardy giving hand gestures as Jarrett held the title up in the air, proud of his accomplishments as Bourne and Punk, the two biggest rivals in NWA for the past year, lay in the wake of defeat as the show would fade to black.
Venue: American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX
Attendance: 18,500
Theme Song: Motorhead - Get Back in Line
Tagline: Wanted: Dead or Alive.
Dark Matches
Paul Burchil defeats Bam Bam Bigelow
Lita defeats Victoria
Ricky Steamboat goes to a twenty minute draw with Ric Flair
"Hello everyone and welcome to NWA Spring Stampede, off of the heels of SuperCard it's no wonder that the GM's wanted a small break but tonight it's a celebration, I'm Todd Grisham and my partner in crime Jessie Ventura."
"SuperCard, a huge event indeed and I can't wait for G1 which is just a few weeks away, tonight for my money, the champions retain."
"Well lets head on down to the Meastro of Ceremonies, Justin Roberts."
"Ladies and Gentleman this opening contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Taka looked ready to go as Gabriel would stretch, moving around the ring slowly, never taking his eye off Taka. Gabriel kept him back with his feet, eventually locking up. Gabriel pushed him back not once but twice, Gabriel going for a spin kick though Take ducked, coming at one himself as Gabriel would duck, both of them doing a high kick, hitting each others feet. They went to lock up as Taka got him from behind, taking him down with a wrestling lift, locking in a frontface lock. Gabriel rose to his feet, breaking out of the hold as Taka bounced off the rope, catching Gabriel with a sunset flip, Gabriel countered by rolling back, swinging with his boot though Taka swept the leg quickly locking in a side leg lock.
Taka would release, rising up and stomped at the knee and along his body, pulling him up and slammed him to the corner, turning him around and slugged over his head, climbing up and would drop him with a climb up DDT. Rising slow he would signal with his palm, dragging him to his feet and chopped over his chest, tossing him to the ropes and went for a hard chop, Gabriel rolling underneath and caught him square in the jaw. Taka stumbled back as Gabriel ran full speed, hitting a cross body as both men fell to the floor below.
Gabriel rose first, waiting and ran to the railing and did a springboard moonsault, splashing upon Taka then rolled him into the ring, waiting on the apron and came in with a dropkick then took him down again with a spinning neckbreaker, picking up and and dropped him with a suplex, covering for two. Gabriel rose, locking in a snapmare then a headlock, Taka getting to his feet and broke out, bouncing off the rope though Gabriel countered with a falling spin kick, rolling to his feet and bounced off the rope himself, doing a rolling 450 splash, covering for two.
Gabriel rose up first, pulling Taka to his feet and dropped him with a double underhook powerbomb, climbing the top rope though Mr. Fuji would yell at him, distracting him for just a moment as Taka climbed up and dropped him with a superarm drag then quickly locked in a fujiawa armbar. He locked it in, hearing almost a pop then rose up, dropping a few knees over the shoulder then climbed the top rope, leaping with a sunset flip neckbreaker, covering for two.
Taka dragged him up with a few hard chops to the chest then a climb up dropsault, Gabriel slipping through the ropes to the floor below. Taka would wave at the crowd, hearing the jeers and ran full speed, leaping over with a senton, Gabriel catching him and countered with a running powerbomb that Taka countered with an X-Factor right into the stairs. Damn that was vicious as Taka got up, standing on the apron and waited, running along and kicked him hard over the face then quickly hit the turnbuckle and leapt with a moonsault, splashing down to the floor with Gabriel.
Taka got up first, tossing him into the ring and grabbed him with a snap suplex, grabbing him from behind with a sleeper then would suplex him backwards, Gabriel landing on his neck and head, Taka climbing the rope and came down with a double knee across the spine, rolling up then picked him up for the Michonoku Driver but Gabriel blocked, landing on his feet and dropped him with a quick flatliner DDT. Slowly they rose though Taka caught him with a climb up insiguri, quickly locking in a bow and arrow lock.
Gabriel shook his head no, trying to fight out of it. Taka eventually let him go, the damage being done as Fuji instructed him to finish the job, kicking along him until he rose up, trying for a dragon suplex though Gabriel fought out by flipping upon his feet and hit the ropes, taking him down with a cross body, rolling up and dropped him next with an Alabama Slam/Jackknife Pin Combination for two. Gabriel rose and went for his knock out kick though Taka ducked, climbing up for a hurricanrana for two. Both of them rose, slugging it out though Taka scored the quicker hit with a chop to the chest then a kick to the gut, dropping him with a facebuster then climbed the top rope, leaping with a dropkick though Gabriel side stepped, grabbing Taka from behind and rose him up for a german but it was blocked. Taka would roll foward, tossing him off and ducked a clothesline, hitting the rope, rolling under another clothesline and caught Gabriel by the head, leaping to the rope for Sliced Bread though Gabriel pushed him off. Taka hit the turnbuckle, quickly climbing up and would flip over Gabriel whom hit the turnbuckle and would hit a springboard moonsault spinning headscissor.
Taka was dizzy after that move and took a cresent kick over the head, laying flat upon the mat as Gabriel moved to the top rope, posing for the 450 though Fuji was on the apron, distracting the ref as it gave Sasuke a chance to come from the crowd, hitting Gabriel over the back with a kendo stick, watching him fall flat upon the mat and quickly flee from the scene. Taka would shake his head after a little bit, looking down at Gabriel whom was holding his head from the kendo stick, signaling he was about to end it as he picked him up, setting him up for the Michonoku Driver and came down though Gabriel quickly countered that into a cutter, rolling to his feet and connected with his Knock Out Kick that was affectionately titled Goodnyte, covering Taka, 1.....2....3.
Wow, just like that Gabriel was able to retain his title countering the Driver into a cutter, Taka not expecting him to do that as Gabriel obviously did his homework, taking his title and rolled out of the ring. Not a good night for Dynasty so far as Gabriel moved up the ramp, smiling as he held the title up high, the replay showing a few times as Taka rose in anger.
We cut to the back as Kevin Kelly came on screen.
"Ladies and Gentleman the results of the draft are in and I'm here to present you with one of the results, Macho Man Randy Savage."
"Oh yeah space and time have been distorted and the madness has been released and it's gonna run wild yeah here in the NWA. There are many things that I have done in this business and there are some that I have even YET to tap into and that's what I'm here to accomplish yeah."
"Well there are a lot of boys in the back that are looking to accomplish goals as well Savage I hope you're ready for it."
"Competition is what drives the Macho Man to the brink of greatness and competition is what I'm here for. You see there is one particular man, that the Macho Man has been eyeing for a long time."
"Is it possible Macho that you can tell us whom you're talking about?"
"Now that would ruin the surprise and anticipation only heightens a man's appitite yeah so you'll all have to wait. Speaking of waiting, where exactly is the welcome wagon around here?"
"Didn't you get the fruit basket?"
"A fruit basket is not going to satisfy the mansion of madness but see you're just an urchin so you didn't know any better, that's okay, you just hop on for the ride as Macho Man spins reality into his own web of chaos, feast your eyes young and old because I'm too hot to handle and too cold to hold, and my story is forever told as here begins a new chapter in the Sanctum of Madness."
He would look over and slowly coming into view would be....Ricky Steamboat. Both of them would lock eyes, neither one of them cracking a smile as Kevin would duck out gracefully, the tension starting to build already as we cut to ringside
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA United States Championship!"
(Play Dragon)
"Introducing first, accompanied by Mr. Fuji, representing the Rising Sun Dynasty, he weighs in at 180lbs, Ultimo Dragon!"
(Play Morrison)
"And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 220lbs he is the NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!"
The bell rang as both men came to the center of the ring, Dragon starting to kick at Morrison's legs, but Morrison kept backing away, none of Dragon's kicks connecting, as he played keep away for a little bit. Dragon was the more experienced of the two as he backed off and went back to the center of the ring, waiting patiently for Morrison to step in. Fuji jumped on the apron and called Dragon over, whispering something in his ear as Dragon nodded in understanding, going back to the center of the ring. Morrison and Dragon locked up as Dragon went behind, locking in a waistlock. Morrison switched behind and placed a waistlock on Dragon himself as he hooked John's head and leapt high into the air, delivering a massive snapmare.
Morrison rolled to his feet and ran off the ropes, Ultimo leapfrogging over him, turning around and hitting Morrison's face with a dropkick. Morrison fell to the outside, landing on his feet as Dragon quickly ran forward and flew over the top, crashing right onto Morrison. Ultimo slid back into the ring as Morrison rose up to his feet, not hurt too much, but wondering what the hell just hit him. Dragon called him back into the ring, as Morrison slid back in at a count of six, but rolled back out, trying to rethink strategy. Dragon slid outside and turned him around, but Morrison was ready, answering with a couple right hands before tossing him back into the ring, following in.
He threw Dragon to the corner, who grabbed the top rope and leapt up, over a charging Morrison. He ran to the ropes, countering Morrison's clothesline attempt into a quick cruicifix. Morrison rolled through it and dropkicked Dragon low in the jaw, but he sprang backwards onto his feet and hit the ropes again, hitting a flying headscissors, which Morrison rolled through and came off with a cross body block. He rolled off and hit the ropes, going for a standing shooting star, but crashed on the mat as Dragon rolled out of the way. Dragon went for a standing moonsault, which Morrison dodged himself. The two got to their feet as Dragon blocked a punch, Morrison blocked a punch, Dragon ducked a spin kick, Morrison jumped over a low sweep and went for a kick, Dragon caught his foot and attempted an enziguiri. He missed as Morrison ducked, but Dragon landed on his feet and rolled forward, throwing Morrison forward. Morrison bounced off the ropes and hit a quick sunset flip, which Dragon rolled out of and sprang to his feet.
Dragon ran forward and was back dropped out of the ring, but landed on the apron. Morrison turned around and was caught in a springboard flying headscissor, but rolled to his feet soon afterward and ran back to Dragon, who split-legged underneath, Morrison jumping over. John stopped dead in his tracks and kicked Dragon, but his foot was caught. Dragon went for a sweep of the foot, but Morrison jumped over it and backflipped, landing on his feet, kicking Dragon square in the face with the backflip kick. Morrison charged forward but was lowbridged, holding onto the top rope. He skinned the cat and hooked Dragon's head, sending him over the top rope to the outside before pulling himself back up into the ring. As Dragon rose, Morrison grabbed the top rope and jumped over, crashing down on Dragon!
"Wow, what a display!"
"I swear to God, I haven't seen this many moves in a sixty minute match! This should've been over thirty moves ago!"
Morrison rolled back inside, inviting Dragon back into the ring, who obliged. They circled each other before locking up, now it was time for wrestling. Morrison locked in a side headlock, bringing Dragon down to the mat. Dragon rolled on the top of his head, then sprang forward, pinning Morrison's shoulders to the mat. 1, 2, Morrison bridged upward, hitting a backslide. 1, 2, no. Dragon rose up quickly and went for an inside spinning heel kick, but Morrison ducked underneath and got between Dragon's legs, lifting him up and connecting with a big time sitdown powerbomb, hooking the legs! 1, 2, no! Dragon was able to kick out and roll back, getting to his feet in the corner. Morrison charged forward with a dropkick, knocking Dragon down. He grabbed his feet and launched him to the corner with a slingshot, Dragon landing on the second rope. He jumped up to the top and leapt off with a moonsault, catching Morrison turning around! 1.... 2.... no! Morrison was able to kick out.
They got back to their feet as Dragon quickly got behind Morrison and locked in the Dragon Sleeper! Morrison was able to slide out of it and quickly left the ring, knowing that if he was in that for long, it was done for. The referee got to an eight before Morrison decided to get back in the ring, if he slowed the pace down, he could take control of the match. They locked up again, Morrison backing Dragon into the corner. He chopped at Dragon's chest, who retaliated with a chop of his own. Morrison hit another overhand chop, Dragon responded with one as well. Reverse knife edge on Dragon, then on Morrison. Morrison kicked Dragon in the gut, Dragon retaliated with one of his own. A punch to Dragon, a punch to Morrison. Morrison hit another reverse knife edge, then Dragon hit a double handed reverse knife edge, knocking Morrison down.
Morrison was fired into the corner, but came out with a clothesline, taking Dragon down hard. Dragon quickly nipped up to his feet and ran to the ropes. Morrison jumped in the air and hit a corkscrew leg lariat, blasting Dragon between the eyes, going for the cover, hooking the leg. 1, 2, no. Morrison sat Dragon up and hit a dropkick into his face, going for another cover. 1.... 2.... no! Dragon still kicked out. Morrison threw Dragon into the corner, but got a mouthful of boot as he charged in. Ultimo climbed the ropes and leapt off going for a tornado DDT, but Morrison caught him in midair and bridged back, hitting a Northern Lights suplex! 1.... 2..... NO! Somehow, Dragon kicked out!
Morrison signalled the end, wanting to end it rather quickly as he hit Dragon in the gut, going for the Moonlight Drive! Dragon quickly countered it and switched behind Morrison, hitting a full nelson, going for the Dragon Suplex. He pulled back, but Morrison was able to flip and land on his feet, hitting the ropes. He came off from the far side and ran straight into a spinning heel kick from Dragon, taking all momentum away, knocking him out. Fuji told Dragon to finish him off now, and Dragon nodded. He picked Morrison up and tossed him to the ropes, hitting a sleeper hold. From the sleeper position, he lowered Morrison down and switched his arms around, hitting the Dragon Sleeper! Morrison was locked in the center of the ring, having nowhere to go, as Dragon had this locked in tight.
Morrison was pulled back, Dragon had the sleeper locked in nice and tight, and Morrison was going down. The referee checked his hand once...... twice..... three times, but it didn't drop the final time! Morrison still had some fight left in him as he walked toward the corner and flipped over Dragon, locking in a full nelson, going for the Dragon Suplex! Ultimo switched behind and hit the Dragon Suplex himself, bridging back with the pin! 1..... 2..... NO! Morrison's shoulder shot off the canvas somehow!
Dragon couldn't believe it but wasn't deterred much as he picked Morrison up and fired him off the ropes, locking in another sleeper hold. Morrison quickly sat down, hitting a jaw jacker, then came off the second rope with the Flying Chuck! He covered Dragon quickly, 1.... 2.... NO! Dragon kicked out. Morrison was back in the fight as he started to rally back with punches and kicks until Dragon fought back with his signature kicks. He hit one in the knee, then to the back of the leg, the knee, the back of the leg, the chest, then went to finish him off with the spin kick to the face, but Morrison ducked underneath it and went for the Nitro Blast! Dragon caught his foot and hit a Dragon Screw takedown, going for a lion tamer. Morrison reached up and pulled at Dragon's mask, bringing him down with a small package! 1.... 2.... 3-no! Dragon barely kicked out of that one.
Dragon got back to his feet and hit a spinning heel kick to Morrison's face, knocking him straight down, climbing the top rope. He looked behind him and went for a moonsault, but Morrison rolled out of the way! Dragon landed on his feet though, as Morrison pulled himself up in the corner. Dragon charged forward as Morrison jumped up and kicked Dragon in the face with both of his feet, knocking him down. He looked up and hit an elbow drop a la Shawn Michaels as the crowd exploded to their feet in respect.
Morrison signalled for the end as Dragon rose up, Morrison charging for the Nitro Blast! Dragon ducked underneath it and flapjacked Morrison into the top turnbuckle, knocking him out. Dragon rose to the top rope and spat yellow mist into the air, signifying a dragon's breath, as the end was near. He leapt off with a 450 splash, but Morrison was able to roll out of the way, Dragon landing face first onto the canvas, rolling onto his back. Morrison got to the top rope and called out, leaping backwards with a Phoenix Driver Moonsault, crashing right on top of Dragon! 1.... 2..... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, John Morrison!"
Morrison rolled out of the ring in pain, holding his stomach as replays showed the highlights of the match, and the spectacular finish, as Morrison was handed his US Title and headed up the ramp. All of a sudden, from behind, Hakushi nailed Morrison in the back of the head with a kendo stick, Morrison may have beaten Dragon, but he still had the rest of Dynasty to go through as Dragon joined Hakushi on the ramp, Dynasty getting the last laugh on this particular occasion, but was unsuccessful in capturing the US Title.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is No Holds Barred and is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play Out]
Serena would jump Nattie from behind, stomping her down and would strip her of the title, bashing it over her head, straddling her and started to slug away at her head, tossing the title aside. She moved around and found some cable, wrapping it around her throat, choking her with it and dragged her to the top of the stage, bashing her head into the set then hit a hard bodyslam. She would punch along her head, slamming it against the grating then would drag her towards the ring, bashing her head into the steel steps then the post, using the cable and wrapped it around the post and tied it in a knot, still having her neck wrapped, pulling out handcuffs and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
Serena then moved around the ring, finding a singapore cane and started to walk back slowly, raising it up and would connect with a vicious shot over the back, then again, and again and again, ten times hitting over her back leaving marks. She lowered the stick down, leaving over and would lick along Nattie's head, tasting the blood then spat it out, yelling at her then cracked the cane over the back of her neck with a sickening snap, the ref finally getting the cable free as Nattie fell on the floor.
Serena pulled her up and rammed her stomach first into the barricade, having her dangle and grabbed a steel chair, bashing it over her spine, watching her pull back then did it again, having her drop to her knees. Serena opened the chair and sat down, staring at her and just laughed at her, kicking her hard in the face with her foot, knocking her down and rose her hands up, hearing the fans jeer at her, moving over and would grab her legs, calling out "This is for Uncle Bret" and would place her in a mock sharpshooter. Nattie with her hands cuffed was unable to even break out of it, Serena just holding on tightly for a moment or two before breaking, picking up the cane and would start to beat upon her back again, dragging her up and tossed her into the ring, climbnig the top rope and dropped her with a double axe, covering for two as Nattie barely got the shoulder up.
Serena rolled over, straddling her and would hit her with heavy fists, Nattie unable to block as the ref was powerless to do anything, Serena then hitting a headbutt and climbed up, dropping a legdrop over the throat and dragged her up, slamming her to the corner and would slug and kick along her, placing her on the top rope and came down with a superplex, covering again for two as Nattie barely got the shoulder up. Serena grunted and pulled away, picking up a steel chair from the floor and re entered, yelling out "get up you little whore" over and over again, slamming the chair upon the mat and prepared to swing, running at her and swung hard, Nattie ducking and got to her feet, hitting one good dropkick, the chair cracking over Serena's head, Natayla using all the strength she had and broke out of the cuffs, now rising to her feet, shaking with rage as Serena said "oh shit" and was hit with a sick clothesline. Nattie then caught her with a flapjack, smashing her face into the chair then would straddle her, repeatidly bashing her face into it. The ref tried to pull her off as Nattie literally picked the ref up and tossed him across the ring.
Serena tried to get away as Nattie grabbed her foot, smashing the knee into the mat then kicked and stomped at it, dragging her up and tossed her to the ropes, connecting with a powerslam, a suplex then a gorilla press slam. Nattie moved over to the ref, pulling off his belt and walked over, starting to harshly whip along Serena's back, watching her roll and crawl to the corner. Nattie then had her corner and cracked the belt hard down her chest, watching her drop to her knees. Nattie went for another strike though took powder right to the face, blinding her.
Serena rose up, dropping her with a dropkick from the top rope, quickly locking in a headlock, wrenching on her. Nattie rose and dropped her with a back suplex, rubbing her eyes as she still couldn't see, using the rope to pull herself up though Serena dropped her with a spiked ddt then a piledriver, covering for two. She grunted out, rolling out of the ring and looked for something, pulling out a steel chain. She looked at it in awe, rolling into the ring and went after her, Nattie countering with a droptoe hold, Serena smashing face first into thechain. She held her face as Natalya got behind her, grabbing the chain and would slowly wrap it around her face, running and smashed it right into the turnbuckle.
Serena rolled, tossing the chain off and held her face in agony, rising up as Nattie dropped her with a release german suplex then a cross body, rolling to her feet and dropped her with a falling spine buster, grabbing the legs and went for the sharpshooter though she was kicked off and through the ropes to the floor. She rose to her feet as Serena stood on the apron, leaping with a senton though Nattie caught her, reversing it into an alley oop with authority, slamming her through the announce table. Man what a slam that was as she dragged Serena up, tossing her into the ring and went in herself, watching her rise up and took her down with a bulldog, climbing the rope and dropped a Bret Hart elbow, going for the sharpshooter again though Serena fought out, rolling to the floor for safety.
Nattie would climb out after her though was tricked as she was tackled into the steel post. Serena would rise, picking up the cane choked her with it, presing her against the post, pulling back and swung, missing as the cane broke in half. She looked at it and moved it around, holding it like a knife and went to stab at her, Nattie countering with a flapjack right into the barricade, Serena falling over into the crowd.
Nattie rose up slow as Serena held her ribs in pain, getting suplexed to the floor back to ringside then tossed her into the ring, Nattie going after her as Serena backed off. She got close enough though Serena kicked at the knee, rising up and hit a sick uppercut then an X-Factor, locking in a front headlock and bashed her knees into her skull, holding on tightly. Nattie forced herself up, dropping her with a northern light suplex for two, Serena fighting back with a snapmare then a cross body, Nattie held on and connected with a back breaker then a fallaway slam.
She rose up, pulling Serena up whom would headbutt her again, picking her up and hit a sitout dominator that she called "Fall From Grace", moving over and locked in the figurefour necklock. Serena had her arms locked, telling and screaming at her to give up, Nattie kicking with her feet trying to fight out of this hold, stomping with her feet as she fought. Serena shook her body some, screaming out 'say hello to your uncle for me' then squeezed tightly. Natayla had enough as she would twist her body, able to roll onto her belly and knees somehow, slowly rising up and would drop Serena with an electric chair, the hold breaking as she landed upon the chair.
Natayla slowly rose to her feet, coughing a bit and moved to the corner, pulling the turnbuckle pad off and exposed the steel, pulling Serena up and would bash her into it ten times then dropped her with a bulldog right upon the steel chair, having enough of this time as she rose her thumb up then down, dropping her with an inverted atomic drop then a body slam, getting in her father's position, taking her down with a running tackle then picked up the steel chair, slamming it down and blasted it over her head, knocking her out completely but Nattie wasn't done, opening it and would slide the upper half of Serena through it then would lock in a sharpshooter, sitting upon the chair, forcing it to close like a vice shut, now, pressure on the ribs and legs.
Serena couldn't even scream out as she was being suffocated by the chair and her legs were screaming out in pain, Natayla leaving a stamp on that hold as Serena shook her head and violently tapped out, giving up completely.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner by submisison and still NWA Women's Champion, Natayla."
She slammed her legs down, taking her title after that huge war, picking up Serena and tossed her out of her ring for good measure, grabbing her title and rose it up. What a war tha was as she would roll out of the ring, Natayla heading up the ramp, proud of her victory as she proved the Anti Angel wrong, proving for sure her win was not a fluke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a three way dance match for the NWA World Tag Team Championship!"
(Play Andersons)
"Introducing the challengers. First, accompanied by Eric Bischoff, weighing in at a combined 501lbs, they represent Camp Jarrett, Arn and Ole, the Andersons!"
(Play CM Punk)
"From Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 222lbs, CM Punk!"
Where the hell was CM Punk? Fans started to boo a bit as cameras cut to the back as we saw team NWA (Young Blood) towering over a bloodied CM Punk, by his body would lay a kendo stick. Jeff Hardy was trying to wake him up but he was knocked out cold, asking what exactly happened as General Manager BM came inside.
"What the hell is going on? What the hell happened to Punk?"
They looked over, none of them having answers as BM called in EMT's quickly, Punk was gashed over his head as the trainer would push everybody out, needing to observe him. Hardy held his head, knowing they still had a tag match but everyone was booked, BM making a hastey decision and pulled Punk and Hardy from the match, going to check on Punk. Hardy would grunt some, picking up the kendo stick and knew whom did it, obviously, Chono and his band, walking off camera in a rage though still, we had a tag match to get to, this wasn't looking good at all.
"Well, it looks like CM Punk's been taken out by Chono and Dynasty."
"Great detective work there, meathead."
"Shut up, Heenan!"
"You don't have to yell at me, I'm not blind! I don't need colorful sunglasses to see anything!"
"Guys, we have a job to do, please..."
(Play Demolition)
"And, at a combined weight of 583lbs, they are the NWA World Tag Team Champions, Ax and Smash, Demolition!"
Where was Demolition? Were they taken out too? No! From the crowd, Demolition entered the ring, jumping the Andersons from behind as the bell rang, Demolition getting the early advantage! They powerslammed both the Andersons down to the mat and clotheslined them over the top to the outside, Bischoff quickly running over to them as Demolition took off their war gear and their title belts and quickly ran to the outside, wanting to make short work of their adversaries now that it was a regular tag match.
The Andersons fought back, a regular melee ensuing on the outside, Demolition starting to take control. They threw the Andersons back into the ring as Bischoff hit the two of them with a steel chair to their backs, but to no effect. Smash grabbed Bischoff from behind and threw him into Ax, who picked him up and scoop slammed him on the floor! They rolled back into the ring as the Andersons took control, stomping on them as they came in, the momentary distraction from Bischoff seemed to work. They went to opposite corners as they prepared to launch Demolition at each other, but they were reversed, Arn and Ole crashing into each other in the center of the ring! Smash came flying from the far side with a flying shoulder block, knocking Arn out of the ring and going to his corner, as Ax and Ole were the legal men.
Ax decked Ole a couple times in the head and threw him to the ropes, knocking him down with a clothesline. He went for a quick cover and got a two count, picking him back up and body slamming him down to the canvas. He dropped an elbow two times on Ole's chest before sitting him up and ramming a knee into his back a few times, locking in a reverse chinlock, posting the back. Ole fought out of it, getting back to his feet and hitting Ax in the gut a couple times, sending him to the ropes. Ax ducked a clothesline on the return, and came back with a cross body block, completely bowling over Ole. Ax tagged out as both of them sent Ole off the ropes, hitting a double elbow, then stereo elbow drops into the chest.
Smash covered Ole for two, as Arn came in and broke the count. Arn continued to pound away on Smash, the referee ordering Arn back to his corner, which was completely ignored. Smash was sent off the ropes, but reversed Arn, taking him down with a stiff shoulder block, as Ole came back from behind, getting the cheap shot in. He dragged Smash to their corner and blasted him into the turnbuckle, tagging Arn in once he got back to the corner. Arn came in and unloaded several bodyblows to Smash, before going to the head with stiff punches and forearms. He sent Smash to the far corner hard, then sent him back to the other one, Smash coming out holding his back. Arn kicked low and hit a vertical suplex, floating over for the cover, but only getting a two. Arn picked Smash up and tagged Ole back in, who ascended to the second rope. Arn held Smash prone as Ole came off with an axe handle to the head, knocking him down.
Ole grabbed Smash from behind and locked in a full nelson, wrenching down on the neck. Smash broke it and switched behind, locking Ole in a full nelson himself, but Ole stepped on his foot, breaking the hold, playing dirty. He raked at the face, bring Smash down to the mat, the referee telling him to lay off, or he'll be disqualified. Ole simply pushed the referee away and tagged Arn back in, as Ole locked in another full nelson, Smash being wide open for several punches and kicks. Ax tried to will Smash on, but he was in the wrong part of town as the Andersons had Smash deep in their corner.
Arn pushed Smash in the corner and slapped him in the face, which woke Smash up, retaliating with a right hand that sent Arn halfway across the ring, knocking him clean out. Smash was pissed off and sent Arn into the ropes, powerslamming him hard, but was taken down from behind by Ole, who blindly tagged in when Arn was sent to the ropes. Ole kicked at Smash down on the canvas, grabbing the leg and woo'ed, mocking Ric Flair as he locked in a figure four. Or, he would have, had Smash not kicked him off into the corner, crawling over to his partner. Ole quickly got out of the corner and nailed Ax in the face, knocking him off the apron, bringing Smash back to the center of the ring, kicking at his back. He threw Smash to the corner and closed in, pounding away relentlessly as the ref pulled him off. Bischoff came up on the apron and started to choke Smash with a rope as the referee's back was turned!
Ax came in to help, but the ref pushed him back to his corner, Bischoff still choking Smash behind the ref's back as he leapt off the apron as the referee turned around. He stealthily handed the rope to Arn as the referee pulled Ole off Smash again, telling him to let him out of the corner, as Arn himself started to choke out Smash!
"Come on referee, turn around!"
"What, I'm not seeing anything illegal."
"Bobby, he's choking him with a rope!"
"Yeah, but I've gotta agree with the Brain, if the referee doesn't see it, it's called good tag team strategy."
"It's cheating, Jesse."
"A wise man once said "Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat." You know who that was, Grish?"
"No."
"Me."
The referee turned around and didn't catch anything as Arn finally legally tagged into the match, throwing Smash to the ropes, hitting a powerslam of his own. He covered Smash, 1.... 2.... no, Ax came in to break up the count. Ax continued to pound away on Arn until the ref pushed him back, Ole tossing Arn one of the tag title belts! He nailed Smash right in the back with it and tossed it away, sitting down on him with a recliner submission hold. The referee got right up to Smash, asking him if he wanted to give it up, but Smash said no. Arn reeled back even more, as Bischoff was on the outside, telling his boys that they've got it in the bag. He pounded on the mat, screaming at Arn to crank up the pressure, and he did just that, Smash being stuck in this punishing hold. Finally, Smash got to his knees, getting out from under Arn and started to rise. He punched at Arn a couple times in the stomach and finally broke the hold, hitting the ropes, but Ole stuck his foot out, kicking Smash in the back, taking him back down.
The crowd began to boo, but Ole flipped them all off as Bischoff just laughed, the Andersons being in COMPLETE control of Demolition. Ax was over on the other side, kicking the stairs time and time again, making some noise, trying to rally Smash on. Ole tagged in and picked Smash up, locking in a bear hug, more damage being done to the back. Smash was in this hold for a while, trying to slide his arm in between he and Ole, but to no avail. Finally, he bit Ole in the face, breaking the hold, as he came off the ropes with a clothesline, but Smash dropped as well, all the energy being taken out of him.
"Come on, Smash! Make that tag!"
"You're supposed to be impartial, humanoid!"
"And you're supposed to be a broadcast journalist, Brain. Now shut up and do some journalism!"
"I don't have to take this, you know."
"Then you can leave, see if I care!"
Smash crawled over to his corner, as did Ole, as both men needed to get out, Smash way more than Ole. Ole did indeed tag out as Arn sprinted to the other side, grabbing a hold of Smash's leg and pulling him away, but Smash held onto the rope. He stood up on one leg, and somehow delivered a massive ensiguiri to Arn's head, knocking him senseless, Arn staying on his feet.... and then falling down in the center of the ring, being knocked COMPLETELY out! Bischoff was incensed on the outside, pounding on the mat, screaming for Arn to get up as he slowly started to stir. He got back to his feet... when Ax was tagged in, coming in like a house of fire, clotheslining Arn down.
Ole came in and was back body dropped for his troubles, being sent into the corner. Ax then sent Arn into Ole, stacking them up in the corner as he ran forward and body avalanched the both of them, hip tossing Arn, then powerslamming Ole. The referee was losing control as Bischoff had gotten up on the apron, Ax grabbed him and pulled him into the ring. He pressed him up over his head, going to send him straight to hell, as Arn came from behind and chop blocked Ax, Bischoff's life was just saved. Smash came back into the ring as all four men began to brawl once again, the referee losing all control of the match. Smash clotheslined Ole over the top, both men going over the top, as Ax and Arn were the legal men.
Ax set up in the corner, waiting to take Arn's head off with a monster of a clothesline as he ran out of the corner, but Arn hit the floor, Ax almost decapitating the referee by mistake! Smash tossed Ole into the stairs on the outside and rolled into the ring, helping Ax. Arn went for a spinebuster and hit it on Ax, but turned around into a shot with the tag team titles from Smash! Smash picked Ax up and woke him up as they picked Arn up together and guillotined him into the rope, calling for the decapitator!
Smash hit the backbreaker as Ax hit the top rope, coming off with the elbow drop and covered Arn.... but the referee was still down! Eric Bischoff came in from the outside and started to attack Ax, but to no avail, as Demolition just looked at him, Bischoff was soon to be a dead man. He took a right hand from Smash, and was hit with a backbreaker by Ax, being placed in position for the Demolition Decapitation right there! When out of nowhere, Ole came in from the outside with a tire iron and blasted Smash right in the face, knocking him off the top rope! He turned around and nailed Ax in the face with it as well, as Arn was back on his feet, Ax turning around into the AA Spinebuster! Bischoff ran over to the referee and woke him up, as Arn had gotten the cover!
"No! Son of a bitch, not like this! Referee, don't count that!"
1!
"Not like this, it can't end this way!"
2!
"Kick out, Ax! Kick out of it!"
3!
"Damn it, no!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners... and NEW NWA World Tag Team Champions, Arn and Ole, the Andersons!"
Bischoff ran over and grabbed the tag team titles and handed them to Arn and Ole, as Ole picked up the smoking gun, the tire iron in one hand, and the tag team title in the other, as all three men left the ring, the fans booing wildly as trash and debris started to litter the ring and the rampway, the fans were PISSED to say the least.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
It was obvious whom the fans were for as Bourne moved around the ring, knowing he couldn't win a power or wrestling game wih Jarrett, having to rely on speed and countering. Jarrett would strut with a grin, saying it was only a matter of time before he had the title. Slowly they would lock up, Jarrett pushing him back and laughed at him. They would do that again, Bourne locking in an arm wrench, twisting and spinning it, kicking along Jarrett's back and chest though Jarrett countered with a clothesline. Bourne ducked and kicked him from behind, knocking him to the rope, running at Jarrett whom turned around, not seeing Bourne whom did a springboard moonsault facebuster.
Jarrett held his face, not expecting that as Bourne kicked him to the corner and rushed in with a double knee, rolling back and took Jarrett down with an armdrag then a dropkick, going for a kick though Jarrett blocked, taking a mule kick to the face as he fell through the ropes to the floor. He held his face, rising up and pushed a fan out of his seat that was yelling at him, turning around as Bourne flew over the rope with a summersault plauncha spinning headscissor, Jarrett smacking into the stairs.
Bourne rose, standing upon the apron and ran, hitting a double knee lariat upon Jarrett and crashed upon the stairs, rolling off as Jeff held his back, rolling into the ring for safety though took a springboard victory roll for two. Bourne rose, starting to kick along his back and chest, connecting with a vicious kick to the face, climbing the rope and caught Jarrett with another spinning headscissor, having him dangle over the middle rope. Bourne then ran, leaping over him and did a summersault legdrop over the back of his head, Jarrett reeling back and held his head, taking a springboard wheel kick to the face then dropsaulted to the corner.
Jarrett held his hand up for a break though Bourne ran in hitting a cross body, quickly climbing the rope and dropped Jarrett with a diamond dust, Jeff rolling to the floor. He moved around the ring, needing to collect himself after that, re entering at six, looking at Bourne and had to rethink strategy. They would lock up again, Jarrett getting behind him and caught a german suplex. Bourne landed in his feet and dropped Jeff with a climb up insiguri then an oklhoma roll for two.
Both men rose as Jeff went for a clothesline though Bourne countered with a crucifix pin for two. They rose again, Bourne striking first with kicks to the legs and chest, connecting with one to the face, waiting and locked in a front face/butterfly lock. Jarrett was already sitting down so the lock applied was lethal, Bourne holding on tightly. Jeff grunted some, using his neck muscles and upper back, flipping Bourne over head, breaking the hold. Jeff rose up as Bourne came in fast, Jarrett countering by slamming him into the ropes, Bourne whipping back, holding his throat.
Jeff smirked as he walked over, dropping elbow after elbow over his head and throat, pulling him up slow and pushed him to the corner, chopping over the chest and slugged to his head, tossing him to the other corner hard, Bourne smacking chest first and bounced back, getting dropped with a release german suplex. Jarrett moved over, pulling him up and dropped him with a powerbomb, picking him up again then caught him with a suplex, just having fun now. He pulled him up and came down with a piledriver, covering for two but just smirked, pulling him up and tossed him to the ropes, hitting a backbody drop then clotheslined him out of the ring, Bourne landing on the apron.
Jarrett moved over, picking him up for a suplex but instead would drop him down to the floor, Evan smacking the ground hard. The fans screamed at Jarrett for that as he rolled to the floor, picking up Bourne and rammed him into the steel post then back into the ring, climbing in and locked in a sleeper. Jarrett would wrench on him then tossed him like a doll, grabbing his legs and would slingshot him right into the turnbuckle.
Jarrett slowly moved over, setting him up on top and locked in for a super german suplex, falling back though Bourne quickly flipped his body over, splashing down on Jarrett as he rolled off. Slowly Bourne rose up, holding his ribs some since that splash upon the floor affected him, going after Jeff whom hit him right in the injured ribs then spiked him with a ddt.
Slowly he rose up, dragging Bourne to his feet and bodyslammed him down, now starting to work at the knee, turning him over and dropped it firmly over the mat. He would drag him towards the post, slamming his knee into it a few times, Bourne pulling away and held the knee as Jarrett re entered, locking in a side leglock to contiue weakening it. He let go after about a minute, rising up and watched him crawl, stomping on his hand then kicked him down, going for the figure four though Bourne kicked him off.
Jarrett quickly dropped him with a chopblock, locking in a sleeper. Bourne would try to fight out of it though Jarrett held onto his head and tossed him hard into the steel post shoulder first, Bourne slipping down to the floor below. Bourne held his shoulder now as Jarrett went to the floor, ramming him into the steel barricade, picking him up with a gorilla press and tossed him rib first into the steel post as Bourne slid and hit the stairs. Jarrett then grabbed him and tossed him into the ring, Bourne holding his ribs as Jarrett kicked him down, going for the figure four again but Bourne fought out, rising to his feet as Jarrett took him down with a back suplex. He then kicked hard along his ribs, watching him roll as he coughed, Jarrett grabbing him in a full nelson, slamming him down with a full nelson slam.
Jarrett would then move to the top rope, he didn't do this often as he leapt with an elbow smash, hitting the mat as Bourne rolled aside. Jarrett swore audibly as both men rose, Bourne dropping him with a climb up cutter, needing a bit more time to recover, slowly rising up with the rope, watching Jarrett and would dropkick the knee, taking him down and went for a shining wizard though Jarrett caught him with a spine buster, covering for two.
Bourne coughed, his ribs killing him as Jeff rose, dragging him to his feet, picking him up for a suplex but Bourne fought out, ramming his knees into his head. Bourne landed on his feet, going for a spin kick though Jarrett countered with a capture powerbomb, covering for two. He yelled out, rising up and pulled Evan up upon his shoulders, dropping him with a death valley driver, climbing the top rope again and leapt for a legdrop but missed as Bourne again rolled aside.
Both men rose up as Bourne caught Jeff in the jaw with a rising knee then a spin kick to the corner. Bourne charged in as Jarrett backbody dropped him over, Bourne catching his balance and landed on the turnbuckle, coming down with a tornado ddt, covering Jarrett for two. Bourne rose slowly, hobbling at his knee as Jarrett grabbed a hold of it, dropping him with a dragonscrew, Bourne dropping down. Jarrett would drop elbow after elbow over the knee, weakening it then went for the figure four, Bourne countering with a small package for two.
Jarrett got up first, grabbing Bourne from behind with a back suplex with a bridge for two. They rose again, Jarrett catching him again this time with a reverse suplex, covering for two. He dragged him up and tossed him to the ropes, trying for a backbody drop though Bourne countered, flipping his body and dropped Jeff with a falling neck breaker. Bourne got up first, holding his ribs still as Jeff grabbed him by the waist, dropping him with a northern light suplex for two. Jeff yelled at the ref, pulling up Bourne and slammed him to the corner, bashing his head to the turnbuckle and placed him on top, climbing up for a superplex.
Jeff went for it but lost his grip, falling flat upon the mat. Evan caught his balance and would leap with the shooting stare press and missed, rolling along the mat and held his ribs in agony, Jeff quickly hooking the leg....1..........2.............NO. Evan kicked out dispite the pain and Jarrett hit the mat, picking him up and dropped him with a suplex, bouncing off the rope and did a body splash upon his ribs, then dropped both knees upon them, picking him up and would place him in a torture rack, working on his back a little bit then slammed him down, finishing the job with a sitdown surfboard stretch. Bourne would shake his head no, he was in extreme pain as Jeff held on, telling him to give up.
Bourne refused as he was stuck in this hold for a little while, Jarrett letting go and dragged him to the center of the ring, trying for the figure four though when he went for the second leg Bourne connected right to his face. Bourne struggled to his feet as Jeff went for a chopblock though Evan would leap frog, kicking him in the gut and nailed an Asai DDT, covering, 1..........2.............No. Damn that was close as he pulled up, keeping his distance a bit as he charged in for a spinning headscissor though Jeff countered with a rib breaker then went for the figure four quickly, Evan moving his feet the best he could and slid out, moving under the ropes to the apron. Jeff went after him, taking a hard kick across the side of the head, stunning him as Evan climbed the top rope and came down with a double knee lariat, rolling some as he held his knee.
Bourne rose and watched Jeff, coming at him with a dropkick and got him to the corner, charging in and dropped him with a monkey flip, coming at him with a bulldog though Jeff tossed him through the ropes to the floor. Jarrett rolled after him, picking him up and rammed his knee into the barricade then the steel post then the steel stairs, dropping him upon the floor and said it was over, tossing him back into the ring.
Jeff would just watch him sit up holding his ribs and stood over him, punching to his head and yelled out "get up boy' and dragged him to his feet, placing him up and hit a running powerslam, pulling him back up and slapped him over the face, ready to end this game as Bourne stepped back and kicked him with both of his feet, quickly climbing the rope and went for a dropkick as Jarrett caught him, quickly locking in the figure four.
Bourne would yell out, trying to fight out of it as Jeff had it locked in, singing praises to heaven that the title was his. Bourne would yell out, reaching for the ropes, trying to break free but Jeff was too strong for him. He tried to roll his body to no avail, it was getting him no where and it hurt to sit up, the ribs still hurting. Jarrett had it in the bag as he yelled at him to tap. Bourne shook his head, yelling out as he tried his best to fight through it, Bishoff came down to the ring, leaning over the apron and yelled out for him to tap out and give up already. Bourne shook his head, reaching for the rope, more so for Bish wanting to rip his head off almost as he just couldn't reach, biting his hands to prevent himself from tapping.
Jarrett would wrench a bit more as Bourne yelled out, hearing the crowd get behind him as he would dig deep and found a way to turn his body over, reversing the hold. Jeff screamed out and quickly rolled out and leg go, holding his knee as Bourne was in agony, unable to walk, the Shooting Star was out of the question now. Jeff went after him, kicking to his knee and pulled him to his feet, slamming him to the corner and nearly foamed at the mouth, yelling "That title is mine you little bitch" though Evan hit him hard in the face with a hard haymaker, that perhaps being the last bit he had as Jeff came in with a bodysplash then tossed him with a hiptoss, charging in with a clothesline though Bourne would duck, turning around and caught Jeff with a pelee kick. That was what he needed, slowly starting to crawl over towards the corner as Bish hit the apron. The ref went to restrain him as Jeff pulled himself up, shaking his head.
Bourne then charged in and leapt as Jeff caught him with a flapjack right into the exposed turnbuckle. Bish would drop to the floor as Jeff went for the cover, 1................2....................NO! Bourne refused to give in as Jeff was in a bit of shock, pulling him up and tossed him to the ropes, picking him up for a gorilla press to the floor though Bourne countered hitting a rope guillotine on the way down. Bourne climbed the apron, giving Bish a kick in the face as he charged in. Jeff would stop his entry into the ring, ready to ram him into the steel post as Bourne blocked with his feet and quickly climbed up the turnbuckle and caught Jeff with a float over super DDT.
Slowly Evan would rise up, holding his ribs as he was in pain, moving to the corner as Bish again got to the apron to distract him. Evan would then grab him into the ring and tossed him right into Jarrett as they knocked heads, Bish rolling to the floor as Bourne went for a kick. Jeff blocked and pushed him to the corner though Evan flipped over, Jeff smashing his head into the exposed buckle, Evan climbing the top rope, this was risky as he would leap and connected with the shooting star press.
He rolled off, holding his ribs as he swore out, crawling over and covered Jarrett....1.....................2.................3 NO AWW! Bish pulled the ref out of the ring and quickly dropped an elbow over the back of his head, knocking him out. Bourne had it, victory was his and it was robbed as Bish told him it was over though he was pulled from the apron by Jeff Hardy, starting to beat the shit out of him. Soon the re enforcements came down as Vader and the Anderson's stormed down to stop Hardy in his tracks. They were ready for a fight though Gabriel, Drew and Morrison came down to stop them in their tracks, a brawl starting to ensue at ringside.
Bish was able to enter the ring with Jarrett's guitar, ready to blast Bourne over the head but he was then tackled down by of all people, John Cena. That was a surprise, he ws fired but it didn't stop him from leaping over the guard rail, taking Bish out. The fight started to spill into the crowd and to the back even with Rude and Perfect joining in the fray, Bourne getting to his feet but he was dropped with a flatliner DDT, Jarrett needing to end this as he would see his guitar, slowly going after it and grabbed it, smirking to himself as he would watch Bourne struggle to his feet. He would start to wind up as he was stopped, Hardy grabbing a hold of the guitar and yanked it out of his hand. Jeff had a look of terror in his eyes as Hardy would wind up to swing though he was tackled down to the mat and to the floor by..CM Punk?
What the hell was going on as Jarrett would smirk, yelling "Get him Punk get him", picking up the guitar and swung hard, blasting it over Evan's head, clearing the ring of the debris as the ref slowly crawled inside, not seeing a thing as he would count...1...................2....................3 NO! Evan kicked out and Jeff was beside himself, no way in hell. Jarrett would rise up, trying to think of something without getting himself DQ'ed in the process, hitting the ref behind his back to keep him down a bit longer, sliding to the floor and grabbed a steel chair, folding it and would call Evan to his feet, ready to swing as he charged in, taking the chair in the face as Evan rose his foot up, smashing it against his skull, stunning him as Evan then blasted him over the head with the rest of his strength.
Evan shook his head, coughing up some blood as he had to end this fast, shaking the ref some with his hand as he rose to his feet along with Jarrett whom hit him with a low blow, dropping him down to his knees as Jarrett turned to get another weapon, bumping into Jeff Hardy. Hardy just looked at him, talking trash that this war was going to be over and his plan wouldn't work, charging in after Jarrett and kicked Bourne in the gut, hitting the Twist of Fate right upon the chair, rolling out of the ring.
Jarrett would smirk and would cover Bourne, 1................CM Punk would crawl into the ring trying to break up the count..............2................Hardy would grab him by the ankle and dragged him out, slamming him against the barricade.............3.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner and NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jeff Jarrett."
What a set up, what a set up as Hardy rolled into the ring with the World Title and personally presented it to Jeff Jarrett. The whole time Hardy was playing everyone for fools but why, why was he doing this? What did Jarrett promise him and worst yet, at the expence of Evan Bourne. This was a nightmare as the fans were literally irate, tossing debris into the ring as Jarrett would celebrate, the NWA now becoming under the Iron Fist of Jeff Jarrett. He wore the title proudly as CM Punk went to jump him but Hardy was able to take him down with a Twist of Fate, celebrating with the new champion, slowly starting to leave the ring, Hardy giving hand gestures as Jarrett held the title up in the air, proud of his accomplishments as Bourne and Punk, the two biggest rivals in NWA for the past year, lay in the wake of defeat as the show would fade to black.
