NWA Sin 2011

[DM]

"Ladies and Gentleman welcome off of the heels of G1 to the lovely ____ and welcome to NWA Sin. I'm Todd Grisham and tonight I get the honor of a lifetime co calling the matches tonight with a huge legend, you heard him last night and you get to hear him again, Gorilla Monsoon."
"G1 was one of the most dramaridden and fantastic display of athetism that I have ever seen but tonight it all comes down to a head as we crown a New World Champion and the winner of G1."
"Lets not forget about the match card Gorilla, huge matches left and right tonight, Justin Gabriel against Psicosis, Natalya against Beth Phoenix, Steamboat and Chono, Sting against Goldberg, The Andersons in an open Tag Team Challenge and the 20 -Man Battle Royale."
"Well lets not waste anytime and get down to our opening contests."
"Ladies and Gentlemen our opening contests scheduled for one fall will have a 1 Hour Time Limit and are the Finals of G1. The two winners of their respective matches will go on to the Grand Finals and be crowned Mr. G1 2011 and have a chance at the NWA World Championship at any time."
[Play Out]
Fans were jacked up for this match, fans screaming 'Lets go Ricky" literally drowning out Chono it seemed as the bell would sound, Ricky still having a hurt knee while Chono limped slightly from his ankle. They would lock up as Steamboat caught him with a rear waistlock, Chono sliding out and locked him in a full nelson, Ricky easily flipping over him to break out, pushing him forward to the rope. Ricky would then leapfrog and caught him with an armdrag, a dropkick, a backbody drop then a gorilla press slam, going for a kick though Chono escaped to the floor.
Chono wasn't going to get cheap shotted until Ricky came off from the apron on the other end with a diving shoulderblock. Ricky wasn't going to waste time with him knowing he had another match should he win this one, chopping to his chest then tossed him back into the ring. Steamboat would re enter the ring as Chono went to punt his head off, missing as Ricky quickly rolled him up for two. Chono charged in with a double ax though it was countered with a drop toe hold right into a side headlock. Chono rose and pushed Ricky off whom came off the rope with a flying clothesline, rolling to the apron and would springboard off with a dropkick.
Chono would pull back as Ricky went after him, grabbing at the leg and started to twist and jerk at the ankle, dropping a knee over it a few times, Chono rolling out of the ring needing a moment. Ricky slid out after him, chopping across his chest and rammed him into the barricade then dropped him with a flapjack right onto the apron. Chono would smack hard as he was tossed back into the ring, Ricky climbing the top rope and nailed a sunset flip covering for two. Ricky pulled him up and dropped him with a bodyslam, a suplex, then another, and another, then a belly to back suplex then a back suplex with a release, rolling to his feet and took Chono down with a snapmare, coming off the rope with a spinning neck breaker then a fisherman suplex, hooking the leg but only for two.
Ricky went for him though Chono grabbed the tights and pulled him down right into the turnbuckle face first. Chono rose and placed Ricky on the top rope, dropping him with a super release german suplex, rolling up then kicked him hard over the head when he tried to rise up. Chono then dropped a few elbows over the back of his head and neck, dragging him up and dropped him with a few shin and knee breakers, now having to work on that injured knee, slamming it upon the mat. Chono moved to the floor and dragged Ricky to the post, slamming his knee into it, heading the refs warnings.
Chono re entered with a grin, yelling at Ricky and kept stomping at the knee, dropping a few knee drops over it and locked in a twisting knee breaker then a knee wrench. Chono eventually let go, watching Ricky crawl some and stomped on his hands then dragged him up by the hair, placing him against the corner and rammed his knees into his sternum and ribs. He pulled back and came in though Ricky instinctively rose his leg and kicked him back, holding his knee in pain which gave Chono a chance to come back and boot him over the face, covering for two.
Chono pulled him back up, ramming the knees to his face and chest, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a toss up spinebuster, coming off the rope with a legdrop then a double knee drop over the knees and leg. Ricky would pull away though Chono grabbed the leg, Ricky fighting to his foot but flipped back, his free foot connecting right in the jaw of Chono, stunning him for a moment as he came in with a cross body. Chono held on, raising him up and went for a powerslam. Ricky slid out and pushed him to the ropes catching him with a japanese rolling clutch but only for two.
Both men rose as Ricky would sweep at the leg, dropping him and came off the rope with a dropkick then an atomic drop, grabbing him from behind with a waistlock and connected with a german suplex for two. Ricky would try for a piledriver though Chono punched right at the knee and slammed him down with an Alabama Slam, dragging him over to the rope and laid the leg over, dropping a few hard elbows over it then tried pulling it out of the socket.
Chono was able to lock in a half crab, twisting and wrenching on the knee with a loud yell, releasing by slamming his knee to the mat with all his weight. Ricky would crawl to the ropes, dragging himself up as Chono would kick him down, then again, and again, this was a game to him, the forth attempt Ricky would leap over the foot, using the rope as leverage and connected with a hard crecent kick right in the face, Chono getting knocked right through the ropes to the floor.
This gave Ricky a chance to rise up, getting some blood flow to the leg as he moved to the floor though Chono would surprise him by ramming him into the steel stairs, Ricky hitting knee first and dropped like a stone. Chono would break the count then slammed him against the stairs again with a knee breaker then tossed him back into the ring, Ricky just crawling to get back on his feet. Ricky rose but was chopblocked back down, Chono locking in a spinning leg lock and wrenched hard, pulling Ricky to the center of the ring and dropped elbow after elbow over it, letting go and dragged him up, dropping him with a double underhook stalling suplex, covering for two.
He stomped upon him a few times, pulling him back up and rammed him to the corner, ramming his shoulders hard into the ribs then started blasting him with european uppercuts, setting him on the top rope and would climb up. Chono went for a superplex though Ricky would block, punching over his head, knocking him down. Steamboat got his footing and would leap with a cross body though Chono caught him and turned it right into a powerslam, quickly covering for two.
Chono rose with a growl, pulling Ricky up and had no problem punching him in the mouth against the ropes, tossing him hard and caught him with a tiltawhirl backbreaker, pulling him right back up and went for a suplex, holding him up and let the blood flow to his head then came down hard, rising and would kick Ricky over the ribs, watching him roll, yelling at him. Constantly he would kick at him until he rose, Ricking swinging with a chop though Chono blocked with a kick to the gut and dropped him with a bulldog, Chono rolling him over to his back and would start to punch over his head. The ref would warn him again as Chono wound up, Ricky dodged the fist as Chono hit the mat and Ricky kicked him off with his foot, slowly rolling to his feet and ducked a clothesline, catching Chono with a backbody drop then a spinning back suplex. He was getting that momentum as Chono would try a bicycle kick as Ricky caught him with a capture suplex, a release vertical suplex then a dragonsuplex.
He caught him with a high knee then a full nelson slam, watching Chono rise and connected with hard kick right to his face, knocking him to the corner. Ricky would chop over his chest, climbing up and started to punch over his head. Chono would grab him and went for a running powerbomb though Ricky slid out, springboarding off of the rope with a cross body, rolling up and dropped Chono with a DDT, moving to the top rope and would poise dispite his bad knee and would leap though Chono countered with a Yakuza kick right to the face.
Chono moved over and would cover him1...........2.............No! Ricky kicked out and Chono nearly pushed the ref, pulling Ricky back up and would lock him in a chickenwing suplex then a release tiger back suplex, watching him rise and would kick him over the face to the apron. Chono grabbed a hold of him and went to suplex him back in as Ricky would counter behind him and quickly turned it into a reverse DDT, rolling to his feet as Chono came in even if disoriented with a punch, Ricky catching him with a northernlight suplex for two. Ricky used that momentum and caught him with an armdrag then a reverse chin lock, Chono breaking out wit a mach stunner, rising up, coming off the rope with a flying shoulder lariat and connected, rising up and yelled and he scooped him up and ran with a powerslam as Ricky countered that into a small package 1.....2...NO. Oh that was close though Chono quickly started to pound upon him, dragging him up and headbutted the back of his head, punching at the kidneys then slammed him to the corner, placing him on top and dropped him with a super back suplex, rising to his feet and locked Ricky up, dropping him with the ChonoTrigger, covering, 1.........2........No!
Chono slammed his fist to the mat, so close that was, not wanting to give up as he dragged him up, Ricky breaking the lock and started to chop and punch at him to the ropes, tossing him though Chono irish whipped him, Ricky ducking and countering with a crucifix DDT then right into a crucifix pin, 1....2...No Chono just barely kicked out as Ricky picked him up and dropped him with a brainbuster, rolling to his feet and charged in, rolling under a clothesline from Chono and caught him with a flying elbow, rising up and was ready, going after him as Chono countered with a flapjack though Ricky caught his balance, sliding out of his grip and mounted the rope, turning around and came down with the flying chop.
Chono moved out of the way as Ricky would land right on his leg, needing to regain a step as Chono came off the rope and blasted him with a Yakuza Kick square in the face, covering, 1.....2......3.
"Ladies and Gentleman, you're winner and advancing to the Grand Finale, Masahiro Chono."
Oh what an upset though you had to give the devil his due, Chono worked extensively upon that knee and it was his eventual downfall. Chono raising up his hand, now just having one more match to go as he rolled out of the ring, Mr. G1 deffinately earning his spot and who knew he could easily cash in his win should he win the tournament later that night. Ricky would slowly rise up on a hurt knee, undefeated for 2 and a half years straight as for the first time, getting a standing ovation as he would leave on his own accord, limping badly towards the back, he had nothing to be ashamed of as we prepared for the second match, the finals of Block B.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the finals of block B of the G1 Climax tournament with the winner to face Masahiro Chono in the Grand Finale!"
(Play Goldberg)
"Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 280lbs, Goldberg!"
(Play Sting)
"And his opponent, from Venice Beach, California, weighing 250lbs, "The Icon", Sting!"
Both men stood eye to eye and traded blows once the bell rang, Goldberg rocking Sting into the corner. He fired Sting out, but Sting slid out of the ring, turning around and seeing Goldberg standing in the ring defiantly, being in control. Sting got back on the apron and entered the ring, locking up with the big Goldberg. Sting went to the side headlock, which he chained into a hammerlock, then back to the side headlock, then took Goldberg down with a drop toe hold, dropping him face first. Goldberg turned around and sat up, staring at Sting's eyes, filled with determination.
Goldberg got back up and ran at Sting who caught him with an arm drag, then another one, locking in an armbar. Goldberg quickly got to his feet and broke the armbar with a couple knees to the midsection and lifted Sting high into the air, military pressing him. Sting was able to slide out of it and land on his feet, turning Goldberg around and hit a quick headlock takedown, but Goldberg was actually able to hit a headscissor on Sting, breaking the side headlock on the mat. Both men got to their feet as Sting ran forward, but Goldberg just stood there, knocking him down with a stiff shoulder block. Sting got back to his feet as Goldberg closed the distance, backing Sting into the corner. He swung hard, but Sting got out of the way, Goldberg hitting the turnbuckle with his arm and turned around into another deep arm drag.
Sting was being the faster of the two as he had Goldberg locked down on the mat, Goldberg trying to get back to his feet. He pushed Sting back to the ropes, the referee coming in and asking for the clean break. Goldberg and Sting obliged, breaking cleanly, and coming back to the center of the ring, just staring at each other, neither man getting the advantage over the other. Sting pushed Goldberg, who retaliated with a right hand to the jaw, rocking Sting hard. He tossed Sting to the ropes and back body dropped him hard, then clotheslined him up and over, to the outside, Sting landing on the apron. Goldberg went to suplex Sting, but Sting went up and over, getting a quick roll up, only for two, as Goldberg kicked Sting off to the outside.
Goldberg got back to his feet as Sting grabbed his feet and tripped him, dragging him to the outside. The two started to trade blows back and forth, Goldberg winning the exchange with a knee. He went to ram Sting's head into the post, but Sting blocked it and punched Goldberg in the gut, going to ram HIM into the post, but Goldberg blocked this, as the two fought away from the post, going back to the inside. They locked up in the center of the ring, Goldberg going to the side headlock as Sting pushed him off the ropes, firing him to the other side. Goldberg came from the far side as Sting went for a leapfrog, but was caught and hit with a rolling spinebuster from Goldberg, getting a two count.
Goldberg was in control now as he picked Sting up and body slammed him down hard, dropping an elbow across his head, going for another cover, getting another two count. He wasn't finished as he picked Sting up and fired him into the corner, hitting knee strikes to the midsection, wearing Sting out. He pulled him out of the corner and hit a belly to belly suplex, using his power to his advantage, as Sting's body wasn't going to hold up much longer if he continued to take this kind of abuse. Goldberg picked him up and rammed his head into the turnbuckle and contined to just hammer away with haymakers and knees to the midsection, keeping the pace slow. He fired Sting to the other corner hard, Sting hitting the turnbuckles back first and falling to his knees in pain.
Goldberg grabbed Sting by the throat and lifted him to his feet, hitting a choke powerbomb, hooking the legs. 1.... 2.... no, Sting was able to get his shoulder off the mat. Sting pulled himself to his feet as Goldberg readied for the Spear. Goldberg fired out, but Sting slid out of the ring, buying himself some time, and some rest, as he went down to a knee on the outside. Goldberg wasn't about to give Sting a rest as he came outside to greet him, blasting his head into the announce table, then rolling him back inside.
Goldberg came back inside and entered the ring, Sting catching him coming in with a knee lift, then a neckbreaker, bringing him in the hard way! He covered Goldberg for a quick two, taking some momentum away. He fired Goldberg into the corner, but it was reversed as Sting hit the turnbuckle hard again, coming out and being placed in a bear hug, being lifted off the ground. Goldberg held onto the hold for a while, then hit Sting with a yuranagi side slam, the impact being felt at ringside. Goldberg was the dominant player in the match as he took Sting and placed him in the corner, hammering away, until Sting started to fight back, out of the corner with rights and lefts, just punching away all he could.
Goldberg pushed Sting back into the corner and ran forward, catching a face full of boot from Sting, who ascended the second rope. Goldberg was groggy and looked forward, seeing Sting come off with a tornado DDT, connecting hard, spiking his head into the mat! He covered Goldberg for 1.... 2.... no! Goldberg was able to kick out, but Sting was able to get back in the match. He stomped on Goldberg's head, trying to keep him down as Goldberg got back to his feet. Sting kicked him low and hit ANOTHER DDT, taking Goldberg down again, but Goldberg just kept getting up. Sting kicked him in the gut and went for a suplex, but Goldberg was too strong. He lifted Sting high into the air, but Sting landed on his feet behind him, chop blocking him down to the mat!
Sting then quickly locked in the figure four, keeping Goldberg down on the mat, as the fans rallied behind both men, some chanting Goldberg, some chanting Stinger, in retaliation. Goldberg was able to reach the ropes, but Sting refused to break until the ref got to four, Sting putting as much damage as he could onto Goldberg's legs. He brought him back out to the center of the ring and went for it again, but Goldberg kicked him off into the ropes, sitting up. Sting came off the ropes quickly with a low dropkick to Goldberg's face, quickly covering! 1.... 2.... no! Goldberg was able to get the shoulder up again!
Sting was on fire now as he picked Goldberg up from the canvas and hit a knee breaker, but Goldberg remained on his feet, being on one leg. Sting then tripped him and quickly went for the Scorpion Deathlock, but Goldberg fought out by punching Sting dead in the face, rocking him to the corner. Goldberg quickly got up and hit a Spear, but not all of it, as Sting had already rolled to his stomach, half of his body outside the ring, as Goldberg was holding onto his leg.
Sting started to stir, pulling himself up by the ropes as Goldberg was struggling to get up himself, his leg taking a pounding. Sting ACTUALLY got up before Goldberg, climbing to the top rope, waiting for Goldberg to rise. Sting leapt off with a missile dropkick, taking Goldberg down to the canvas, as Goldberg rose up in the corner. Sting charged forward with a Stinger Splash, hitting it hard, as he pulled Goldberg out for the Scorpion Death Drop, but Goldberg reached behind him and lifted Sting up, hitting, of all moves, a tombstone piledriver, knocking Sting out, Goldberg falling onto his back.
The referee went to check on both men, as he signalled the match to continue, both men obviously wanting to keep going. Cameras cut to the back as Chono was sitting with Dynasty in the locker room, drinking a bottle of water, having a very, very vested interest in this match, as both men started to stir as we went back to the action. Both men started to rise up in opposite corners and they came at each other in the center of the ring again, just locking up like the match had just started. Sting went for the side headlock again and connected with a straight right fist to Goldberg's face, rocking him back. He irish whipped Goldberg, but it was reversed as Sting was hip tossed. He rose up in the corner as Goldberg charged in with a clothesline, missing as Sting came off from the other side with another Stinger Splash. Goldberg was able to get out of the way as Sting hit the turnbuckle, turning around into the Spear! Goldberg covered Sting quickly for 1.... 2.... NO! Sting kicked out!
Goldberg fell onto his back as Sting somehow still had a fight left in him, Goldberg getting back to his feet, waiting for Sting to rise up. He loaded Sting up for the Jackhammer and lifted him, but his leg gave way as Sting came down from behind, locking in the Scorpion Death Drop, hitting it dead center in the ring, as he got an arm over Goldberg! 1.... 2.... NO! Goldberg was able to kick out of it! Sting himself was in disbelief, the face paint gone from his face as his eyes told the entire story. He was exhausted, picking Goldberg up and firing him into the corner. He went to Goldberg and mounted him, connected with a 10 punch, hitting all 10. He fired Goldberg off into the far corner, cupping his hands around his mouth and calling to the crowd as he charged, leaping into the air for another Stinger Splash..... being intercepted by Goldberg spearing him straight out of the air!!!
Sting was split in half as Goldberg sprang to his feet, signalling for the Jackhammer. He picked Sting up and loaded him up, pointing at the hard camera with a gun-like gesture. He pulled the trigger and shouted "Chono... you're next!" as he lifted Sting high into the air and crashed down with the Jackhammer! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Goldberg!"
Goldberg had defeated Sting, in what had proved to be one of the best matches of the G1 tournament, as both these men deserved to win the tournament, coming all the way to the finals, but it would be Bill Goldberg vs. Masahiro Chono a little later tonight as cameras cut to Chono in the back, removing his sunglasses, displaying a look of determination. Chono smirked to himself, confident, and fully aware of what his opponent was capable of.
On the other side, Todd Grisham was with the NWA Tag Team Champions, Arn and Ole Anderson, and Tully Blanchard and Vader were with them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, the NWA Tag Team Champions, The Andersons, along with Tully Blanchard and Vader. Tonight gentlemen, you guys have issued an open challenge to any tag team in NWA, are you guys a little concerned?"
Arn would speak up.
"Concerned? About what? Need I remind you boy that we destroyed the two most dominant tag teams in recent memory, Demolition AND the Road Warriors, and we're the NWA World Tag Team Champs? The Andersons are not a force to be fooled with, and we're not to be underestimated..." Arn pulled a tire iron into view "... and we'll do whatever it takes to hold onto these belts."
"But aren't you at all concerned? Lots of fans of NWA Wrestling have noticed that any time there's an open challenge, it usually doesn't go well for whoever's issuing it."
"That's because they're dumbasses, Todd. They're not The Andersons. Believe me, Ole and I have mapped out every possible combination of team, and we've got more than enough firepower to take down anyone who dares to challenge us. Just wait and find out."

"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play Out]
Both women stood in the ring and Beth was ready to take her prize, Natalya having a bad month but was going to take out her frustrations on Beth if need be as both women stood in the middle of the ring starting to talk it out. Beth would give Nattie a little push as she push her a bit harder, Beth literally pushing her back on her ass. Nattie came in and was pushed back two more times, rushing in with a thez press though again Beth just pushed her back, coming at her with a clothesline that Nattie ducked, grabbing her with a rear waistlock and went for a german though Beth broke the hold, coming with a clothesline.
Nattie would duck and tried for a roll up but Beth grabbed her by the neck and forcefully dragged her up and would strong arm her around the ring, Natayla kicking and broke up, hitting her over the face with some hard fists, coming off the rope with a shoulderblock but was knocked down by Beth whom just growled at her. Nattie rose as Beth just laughed at her, taking a hard slap to the face. That pissed her off as Beth charged in, Nattie ducking a clothesline then watched her come off the rope, hitting Beth with the Burning Clothesline...but she didn't drop, that wasn't good as Beth remained on her feet. Nattie came off the rope, trying for a flying clothesline though Beth caught her in midair, starting to squeeze the life out of her with a bearhug, shaking her like a ragdoll.
Nattie would hit her over the head with her elbows, breaking out of the hold, coughing some and charged at her again, Beth catching her in midair and literally pushed her back right into the turnbuckle and charged him. Nattie moved out of the way, quickly grabbing her in a full nelson though Beth rolled forward tossing her off. Nattie rose and took a boot over the face, falling to the mat as Beth dragged her up by the head in both hands and literally tossed her up in the air and watched her slam upon the mat, Gorilla commenting "Oh my god what power."
Beth dragged her up by the hair and picked her up in a stalling reverse suplex, holding her up like a child and this was freaking Natalya, she wasn't a little girl by any stretch as Beth came down a full minute later then would clothesline her out of the ring, Nattie hitting the apron. Beth heard the crowd as she went to drag her back in though Nattie hit her in the ribs, going for a sunset flip and getting about half way when Beth grabbed a hold of her ankles, rising up and would drop her with a vicious Alabama Slam that rattled the ring.
Beth would pull her up and rammed her to the corner, hitting her midsection then punched over Nattie's head, placing her on the top rope and would literally toss her with ease, Natayla hitting the mat and rose up, Beth literally steam rolling over her with a running clothesline, Nattie's body spinning in the air and hit the mat, Beth just waiting for her to rise up and grabbed her by the hair and did a strong man swing, tossing her with ease as Nattie rolled to the floor. The ref warned Beth...then took a step back as she went after her, grabbing Nattie and would literally toss her like a toy right into the barricade. Beth would then roll her into the ring, rolling her palms together and would watch her rise, hitting her along the back and would drop her with a back suplex, slowly climbing the rope and waited, coming down with a double ax over the skull.
Beth just watched her wriggle some, waiting for her to rise up and would bodyslam her down, dropping a few elbows over her head then dragged her up, tossing her to the ropes and ducked for a backbody drop. Nattie put on the breaks and would kick her right in the face, Phoenix just standing tall. Nattie would hit a standing drop kick but that didn't work, Beth grabbing her legs and would sling shot her right into the ropes, Nattie dangling over. Slowly she would grab her from behind, trying for a german though Nattie held onto the rope, refusing to let go, Beth punching hard over the back forcing her down to her knees then dragged her back up, taking a stiff elbow to the face.
That seemed to rock her a little bit as Nattie turned around, ducking a double axe and picked her up with a body slam, then a suplex, then a firemans carry, tossing Beth hard to the ropes and dropped her with a samoan drop. Nattie had a rally going as she would tackle Beth down with a thez press, slugging across her head and rose up, trying for a DDT though was tackled to the corner once again. Beth would connect with hard shots across the head, placing Nattie upon the top rope and climbed up, placing her up for a superplex but instead of dropping, she held her up with a stall. Fans stood up and were in awe at Beth's amazing power, slowly coming down ater a minute with the stalling superplex, covering Nattie for two.
That was a bit of a surprise as Beth rose and dragged Natalya up, pushing her hard to the ropes but she came back with a heavy haymaker over the head, then another and another, hitting her in the gut with a knee then dropped her with a bulldog, Natayla coming off the rope and then hit her with a clothesline which took her down. She shook her arm a bit, that hurt then locked her in a side headlock, wrenching a bit though Beth pushed her off, hitting her hard over the chest with a side double ax right to the chest, Nattie holding her chest and coughing, the impact knocking the wind out of her.
Beth dragged her up and locked her in a full nelson, applying the pressure, slowly working her down to her knees. Nattie shook her head, refusing to give in. Little by little she would start to rise up to her feet, Beth's strength was inhuman but Nattie just wasn't ready to give that title up, her arms shaking some as she would slide out of the hold, kicking her right in the gut with both feet then in the face as Beth bent over.
Nattie rose up, dropping her with a spinning neck breaker then a russian leg sweep, rolling up and waited, ducking a punch and came down with a back breaker spinning around and actually caught her with the burning clothesline, climbing up the top rope and dropped a Bret Hart elbow over the head. Nattie would pick her spot, trying for another bulldog though Beth pushed her off right into the turnbuckle, charging in though took a hard double boot to the face, Nattie climbing the rope and came down with a sunset flip, covering for 1.
That was a shock as both women rose, Beth grabbing her as both of them would lock up in a greco roman knuckle lock. Beth easily had this battle, pushing against her with ease and little by little got her down to her knees. Beth would laugh at her until Nattie just had enough, slowly rising to a knee then actually would start to rise up to her feet, actually starting to push Beth Phoenix back, Beth Freakin' Phoenix this was, Natalya showing off her own strength and would push her back, Beth coming off the rope as Natayla ducked catching her from behind with a sleeper, scissoring the legs around to apply more pressure. Beth would walk around slowly, trying to fight out of it, growling just a bit as she would jump back, landing on her back with Natayla breaking the fall and the hold.
Slowly she rose, a little bit woozy from the sleeper, shaking her head which gave Nattie a chance to rise though it didn't matter as she was hiptossed over the rope and to the floor below.
"What a beast this woman is, she is just womanhandling Natalya like a doll."
"That's because Beth Phoenix is about 165 lbs or so of pure muscle, her eyelids alone can bench press a buick."
Beth rolled to the floor after her, dragging her to her feet and picked her up in a gorilla press, just tossing her into the ring and rolled inside, waiting and locked her in a full nelson slam, coming off of the rope with a legdrop, dragging her up then dropped her with a vicious double underhook falling powerbomb, that should have been enough but Beth had some respect for the champion. Slowly she pulled her up, holding her by the hair and just shook her head, placing her in position and looked ready to drill her with a DDT though Nattie would block, flipping her over the ropes right upon the apron. Beth rose up, looking to come back inside though a knee to her face would stop her, Nattie pulling her back inside, picking her up and came down with a brainbuster, rising slow and got in her father's stance, rushing in with a flying tackle, taking Beth down and caught her with a rear waist lock, catching her with a german suplex, then a second one, and a third one, then a forth one, then a fifth and finally releasing on the sixth one.
Natalya rose up, hearing the rally behind her as she caught Beth with a climb up ensiguri then a running powerslam, pages from her family's book and waited, Beth coming at her with a swing as she caught the arm and brought her down and locked in a Crippler Crossface. Beth was trapped as Natayla had it locked in tight, refusing to loosen her grip even for a second, Beth slamming her feet upon the mat, not expecting this as she would use her strength to break out of it with her free hand.
This didn't deter Nattie as she would catch her with an inverted atomic drop then a snap suplex and then another, finishing her with a release belly to belly suplex, rising up and would dropkick her to the corner charging in though Beth flipped her over the ropes. Nattie held on, catching Beth with a rope guillotine, climbing the top rope and dropped her with a dropkick, raising her thumb up then down, grabbing at Beth's legs and would then apply the Sharpshooter, slowly turning her over and locked it in.
Nattie nodded her head that this was over, wrenching as far back as she could, Beth clawing a bit at the mat as she would growl out, fangs almost seeming to come from her mouth it seemed as Nattie wrenched even tighter if possible. She was nearly bent in half from the lock, Beth slamming her hand down upon the mat and would doing a push up, her face turning red as you could see the stress within them and would literally break the hold, pushing Natayla off of her legs. Nattie hit the turnbuckle chest first, bouncing back as Beth grabbed her and slammed her down with the GlamSlam, turning her over, 1.........2.......3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and the NEW NWA Women's Champion, Beth Phoenix!"
From the ashes of defeat rose Phoenix with the Women's Championship, the one angel whom would dethrone Natayla. It wasn't easy that was for sure but now with Phoenix soaring high over the women's division whom in the hell was going to stop her? She would roll out of the ring leaving Natayla there a broken mess if need be, stopping just for a moment for the photographers, raising the title up and would head to the back with gold around her waist.

"Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play Out]
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest will have a twenty minute time limit and is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship. Standing over to my left the challenger, from Mexico City Mexico, weighing in at 200 lbs, making his Pay Per View Debut with a Win/Loss record of 0 Wins and 0 Loses, Psicosis. His opponent, from Cape Town South Africa, weighing in at 223 lbs, with a Win/Loss record as champion of 8 Wins, 5 by knock out and 0 Loses, He is the NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Justin Gabriel."
The bell sounded and the match was underway, both of them moving around the ring, Gabriel using his feet to keep Psicosis at bay. Eventually they would lock up, Gabriel locking in an arm wrench, twisting a bit as Psicosis would flip his body around, reversing it upon Gabriel turning it into a hammerlock. Gabriel would counter it into a hammerlock himself though Psicosis countered it right back using the other arm to lock in a headlock. Gabriel would kick off the rope with his feet and fell back, rolling off of him and would kick to his chest then would connect with a spin kick to the face to the corner. Gabriel would toss him with a monkey flip though Psicosis landed on his feet, coming off of the rope, Gabriel with a leapfrog though Psicosis hit the rope and would springboard with a corkscrew dropkick.
He rose and caught Gabriel with a float over DDT, a dropkick then another one, coming off the rope with a wheel kick though Gabriel countered with a capture sitdown powerbomb, covering for two. Both of them rose, trying to kick at the other under Gabriel tackled him to the corner with a waist lock, Psicosis fighting with his knees and strikes to the back, pushing him off and bac and used the corner to double kick Gabriel in the face, hitting the top rope and came down spinning arm wringer, nearly ripping his shoulder out of the socket then connected with a cross body chop, spinning to his feet and flew in with a sunset flip neckbreaker then springboarded off the rope with a moonsault, Gabriel rising his knees up as Psicosis hit them, rolling as he held his ribs.
Gabriel rose and dropped him with a sunset flip stunner, jumping off the middle rope with a straight kick to the chest then dropped him with a protoplex, coming off the rope with a rolling senton splash then finished him off with a spinkick to the chest, knocking him through the ropes to the floor. Gabriel would then grab the rope and flipped over it, catching Psicosis with a spinning headscissor, springing up and would nearly run along the barricade, coming down with a flying clothesline, taking him down and tossed him into the ring. He climbed the apron and moved to the top rope but Psicosis was quick on the recovery, bouncing off the middle rope and made his way to the top, using the momentum and came down with a superbulldog.
He rose up, locking Gabriel in the Paro Special, nearly sitting on his head as he wrenched the arms back nearly overhead. Little by little Gabriel would start to fight as Psicosis let go but held upon the arm, kicking over and over to his chest then spinning with one to the back of his head, dropping him with a pin for two.
Slowly he pulled him up though Gabriel broke out and started to strike along his head, tossing him to the ropes though Psicosis irish whipped him, watching him come off the rope and would dropkick the knee, dropping him down and took him down with a climb up hurricanrana, covering for two. Psicosis was up first, going for a leg sweep though Gabriel jumped over it, grappling him and dropped him with a tomoe throw, Psicosis rolling and hit the rope with a moonsault reverse hurricanrana though it would have worked if Gabriel hadn't countered by holding his legs and slammed him down face first.
Gabriel rose to his feet, grabbing him with a rear waistlock, picking him up for a german though Psicosis blocked and rolled forward countering with a victory roll for two. Both men rose again as Gabriel quickly swung with Goodnight though Psicosis ducked, dropping him with a jaw jacker then a dropsault to the chest, Gabriel falling through the ropes to the floor.
Psicosis got a head full of steam and would leap over the rope with a corkscrew tope' crashing down upon him. He rose up and hit the apron, moonsaulting off of the rope and caught him with that moonsault spinning headscisor, sending him right into the stairs. Psicosis rolled him into the ring, climbing the top rope and would come down with a missile dropkick, following up with a springboard senton legdrop over the throat, covering for two.
He rose up and grabbed Gabriel, picking him up for a running powerbomb and on the lift he tossed him in the air, chaining it into a jaw jacker which he called Shock Treatment, moving to the top rope and would leap with a corkscrew moonsault, splashing down as the ref would count, only for two.
He rose again, pulling Gabriel up with a side headlock, running to the rope and would springboard off while still holding Gabriel's head, placing his knees behind his back as he crashed down, nearly breaking his neck as he rose up and came in with a cartwheel crecent kick right to his face, knocking him into the corner. Psicosis came in with a clothesline, climbing up and started to punch at his head. Gabriel grabbed his hips and would come from the corner and slammed him with a powerbomb, holding him down then picked him up and slammed him again with a powerbomb but picked him up again and dropped him with a reverse powerbomb, falling back as Psicosis slammed face and chest first into the turnbuckle.
He fell to his back as Gabriel rose, rubbing his nose a bit and would catch him with a ministrol cradle lock. Psicosis would slowly get his foot to the rope, the hold breaking as Gabriel tossed him to the ropes, catching him with a backelbow then a front waist lock turning that into a flapjack rib breaker then a reverse suplex, rolling to his feet and came at him with a leg lariat, knocking him to the corner. Gabriel moved over to the top rope, wrapping his legs around Psicosis' neck and bent back, strangling him while using the rope as leverage, breaking on the count of four and rose up to the rope, dropping him with a tornado DDT.
That could have been the end of it as Gabriel waited just a moment longer, poised and ready and went for his kick though Psicosis would duck and countered with a hard couple of chops to his chest, tossing him to the ropes though Gabriel would Irish Whip him right into his knee, Psicosis using the momentum and turned it into a quick dragonscrew then quickly stomped at the knee, hitting a springboard double knee drop over it for good measure, knowing now he couldn't be knocked out. Psicosis would pull him up, suplexing him a few times then slammed him to the mat, climbing the top rope and would sault with a moonsault, crashing down though Gabriel got his good knee up, Psicosis rolling off and held his ribs.
Slowly Gabriel would get to his feet though it wasn't fast enough as Psicosis kicked him right in the chops to the corner, slowly placing him on top and looked to drop him with a super hurricanrana though Gabriel would push him off. Psicosis landed flat upon his back as Gabriel would leap with the 450 but missed, Psicosis just rolling out of the way. Gabriel held his ribs a bit as Psicosis climbed up on his shoulders trying for a victory roll though Gabriel pushed him off and quickly caught him in a CobraLock, wrapping his arms around and quickly scissored the legs around Psicosis' waist, falling to the mat and held on tightly.
"What in the world kind of move is that?"
"That is a CobraLock Jess and Gabriel calls that move Purgatory since there is no way out of it."
"Well give Psicosis about a minute or so and he just might be knocked into it."
Gabriel held on tightly as Psicosis had no where to go or move, the ref went to check on him, speaking in spanish a bit as he then waved his arm for the bell.
"Ladies and Gentleman, you're winner and Still NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Justin Gabriel."
It may not have been a knock out, but it was a choke out as Gabriel grabbed his title, raising it up then rolled out of the ring, his leg hurting him just a bit but tonight he proved he was even more deadly in the ring with not just his feet but also his hands, looking over at the ring for a moment then stepped through the curtain.

[DM]

"Ladies and gentlemen... this is the first of our double main event! It is the Grand Finale of the G1 Climax Tournament! This will be a one fall to a finish matchup, and the winner will be declared the winner of the G1 Climax Tournament, and will earn an NWA World Heavyweight Championship match at any time of the winner's choosing!"
(Play Chono)
"Introducing first... Masahiro Chono!"
(Play Goldberg)
"And his opponent... Goldberg!"
The crowd was solidly behind Goldberg as the bell rang, the two men locking eyes, Chono taking off his sunglasses and talking trash as Goldberg didn't move a muscle, nor say a word, the two men backing away from each other before circling the ring. They locked up, both men jocking for position as Chono snuck in a knee to the midsection, then a right hand to Goldberg, knocking him into the corner. He hammered away with haymakers to the sides of Goldberg's head, throwing him to the far corner and coming in with a clothesline, knocking him down. Chono wasn't one to be trifled with as he stomped on Goldberg's head, being completely aggressive in this match, he wanted to continue the tradition of being Mr. G1.
He picked Goldberg up and body slammed him hard, dropping a few elbows on his face before picking him back up and tossing him to the outside. Chono flexed his biceps, strutting around the ring before going back to the outside to greet Goldberg. He picked him up and rammed him back first into the apron before sending him back first into the post. Chono was all business as he placed Goldberg's head against the post and walked back, lining up for a Yakuza Kick on the post! He kicked for Goldberg's head, but missed as he was able to duck out of the way. Goldberg charged forward, but Chono sidestepped him and sent him back first into the railing before clotheslining him over the guardrail into the fans at ringside.
Chono broke the count and rolled back outside, picking Goldberg up and suplexing him from the ringside area back to the floor below on the mat. Chono then removed the safety mat from the floor, exposing the concrete underneath, signalling that he was going to piledrive Goldberg's head into it. He did just that, lifting up Goldberg for a piledriver, and connected with it, Chono dominating this entire matchup as he rolled Goldberg back into the ring, going for the cover. 1.... 2.... no! Goldberg kicked out? Chono couldn't believe it but wasn't deterred as he picked Goldberg up and rammed him face first into the turnbuckle, the piledriver having ill effects on his adversary.
Chono fired him to the far corner and came in with a clothesline... as Goldberg just walked out screaming at him to hit him again! Chono went for a right hand, but it was caught as Goldberg started to crush his hand, lifting Chono high into the air, military pressing him over his head and dropped him to the outside, right on the exposed concrete! Chono hit the concrete chest first, quickly getting to his feet and falling right back down, holding his ribs in pain, as Goldberg came to the outside to greet him. He clotheslined Chono down, then went to the other side and grabbed a steel chair. He placed it on the ground, having something in mind, as he went to the stairs, unhinging them.
Goldberg tossed the top portion of the steps away as he stood the bottom portion up in the aisleway. Chono got back to his feet and came with a dropkick, nailing Goldberg in the chest, knocking him back into the guardrail. Chono picked up the chair and went to blast Goldberg in the head, but Goldberg caught the chair, the two men fighting over it. Goldberg kicked Chono in the midsection and decked him straight over the back, knocking him down to a knee, as he tossed the chair down. The referee warned him to knock it off, or he WOULD end this match on a DQ, and Goldberg wouldn't want that.
Chono got back to his feet as the two gladiators just started trading bombs back and forth, Chono hitting a low blow, setting Goldberg up for another piledriver on the floor. Goldberg blocked this attempt and backdropped Chono right onto the rampway, right in front of the stairs... Goldberg poised for the Spear, the crowd rose to their feet! Chono slowly got to his feet and turned around, Goldberg charged for it..... but Chono sidestepped him, sending Goldberg head first into the stairs, Goldberg almost speared the metal straight out of the steps as he knocked them down and flew over the stairs, taking himself straight out as Chono hit the floor, looking up at the lights.
The crowd started to chant Holy Shit, as Goldberg was unconscious on the floor, the stairs being dented on the rampway, as Chono went to pick the bones, dragging a lifeless Goldberg to the ring. He was dead weight, Goldberg was legitimately knocked out cold as Chono picked him up and rolled him into the ring. He covered Goldberg, this was it. 1.... 2.... no. Chono rose his hands up in victory, but didn't see that Goldberg's foot was on the rope, the referee stopped the count. Goldberg somehow had the wherewithall to get his foot on the rope, despite crashing through the stairs.
Chono was in complete control as he picked Goldberg up and placed him on the top rope, climbing up with him, hammering away on the back of his head and neck. He loaded Goldberg up for a superplex, connecting with it hard, as Chono was still feeling the effects of the chairshot. He got an arm over Goldberg, 1.... 2.... no! Goldberg was still able to kick out! Chono couldn't believe it as he sat up and slapped himself in the face, trying to shake the cobwebs loose and get completely back in control. Goldberg rose up to his feet as Chono came charging in with a shoulder block, but Goldberg stood tall. Chono came charging again and Goldberg fired with a Chono-like thrust kick into Chono's face, knocking him down! Goldberg roared at the crowd as the adrenaline was pumping. He fired Chono into the corner and charged, but Chono got out of the way, Goldberg hitting the turnbuckle back first.
Chono was right there, kicking Goldberg in the midsection and delivered a suplex, floating over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no! Goldberg still kicked out. Chono picked him up and delivered a neckbreaker, covering again. 1.... 2.... NO! Goldberg kicked out again! Chono was getting frustrated as he picked Goldberg up and kicked him low in the gut, loading up for the ChonoTrigger. He hooked the arms, but Goldberg was able to backdrop him, breaking the hold. Chono charged forward but was taken down with a clothesline. He got back up and was taken down with another one. Goldberg picked him up and sent him into the ropes, hitting a big time powerslam. 1.... 2.... no! Chono shot his shoulder off the mat.
Goldberg was back in control as he kicked Chono hard in the gut and went behind him, hitting a release german suplex. Goldberg crawled over and hooked the leg. 1.... 2.... no! Chono still kicked out! Goldberg picked Chono up and fired him into the ropes, missing a clothesline. Chono came off from the other side as both men clotheslined each other down.
"What a matchup, everything we expected and more! Both men have given it their all!"
"I have to agree with you on that, Gorilla! This is what real wrestling is all about!"
"I'd love to manage either one of these great athletes, they're really showing us something!"
Goldberg and Chono slowly started to stir, as both men stared at each other and traded blows, literally, nothing having any effect. Goldberg with a punch, Chono a slap, Goldberg a kick, Chono a chop, a headbutt, a kick, a punch, an elbow, another chop, another headbutt, back and forth, literally, NONE of these attacks having any effect, as the two just traded blows for what seemed like an hour, the crowd eating it up every second. Chono was able to get the better of the exchange and fired Goldberg off the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Goldberg ducked and hit a flying shoulder block.
Chono pulled himself up in the corner as Goldberg went for the Spear, but Chono got out of the way, running off the ropes and blasting Goldberg dead between the eyes with the Yakuza Kick! It was over! Chono covered him, hooking the leg and counting with the ref! 1..... 2.... 3-NO!!! No!!! It wasn't over, Goldberg kicked out of it, as Chono turned around to the referee as if to say "Are you kidding me?" Chono had a look of absolute disbelief on his face, he couldn't believe Goldberg just kicked out. He looked down at him to see Goldberg COMPLETELY motionless. He picked Goldberg up and tossed him to the ropes, setting up for another Yakuza Kick. Goldberg came off from the other side as Chono kicked, Goldberg ducked underneath it and delivered a spine-shattering Spear!
Goldberg sprang up to his feet and roared out, the crowd cheering wildly as he grabbed Chono and hooked him up. He pointed his fingers again in the gun gesture and pulled the trigger, lifting Chono high into the air, drilling him down with the Jackhammer!!! 1..... 2..... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2011 G1 Climax Tournament... Goldberg!!!!!"
Goldberg had done it! What a return for Bill Goldberg! He defeated Ted DiBiase Jr., CM Punk, John Cena, Sting, AND Masahiro Chono in two consecutive nights, as he won the G1 Climax Tournament, earning his rightful place amongst the elite in the NWA locker room as the fans erupted in cheers. Goldberg rose back up to his feet and celebrated, being handed the G1 Climax Trophy, but more importantly than that, he rose to the top rope, holding the trophy in one hand, and signalling around his waist with the other: He had an NWA World Championship Match at ANY time he wanted!
"History has been made here at NWA Sin, Goldberg has become the winner of the G1 Climax Tournament!"
"My hat's off to both these magnificent competitors, Masahiro Chono put up one hell of a fight tonight, but Bill Goldberg was not to be denied, Gorilla!"
(Play Gregory Helms)
What the hell was this? You talk about a buzzkill, Gregory Helms was in the ring, demanding a microphone from the stage hand.
"You know what, I've had enough of this crap. All this talk about G1, and the NWA World Title, who gives a damn about all that? I sure as hell don't. I'll tell you this, Gregory Helms isn't going anywhere, because I wasn't traded away. I'm NOT leaving the NWA, EVER! This company needs Gregory Helms, because let's face it, Justin Gabriel isn't bringing in anything worthwhile to the Cruiserweight division, and it's only a matter of time-
(Play out)
Holy shit! It was Sin Cara, as he flew over the top rope into the ring, stunning Gregory Helms dead silent, and he wasn't alone as he brought a referee with him! Sin Cara pointed at the timekeeper, and the bell rang! Helms came charging with a clothesline, but Sin Cara ducked and delivered a back body drop! He then came off the ropes with a flying headscissor, landing on his feet! Helms was rocked as he couldn't believe what he was seeing as he was hit with a spinning heel kick.
Sin Cara bounced off the ropes and springboarded from the middle rope, to the top, and leapt off backwards with a corkscrew tope, crashing straight onto Helms, the fans exploding in cheers! Sin Cara set Gregory Helms on the top rope and delivered his finisher, a Super C4 suplex which was called, appropriately enough, The Final Sin. He placed a foot over Helms' chest. 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Sin Cara!"
What a surprise, Sin Cara debuts at NWA Sin, and he just beat the living hell out of Gregory Helms, kicking him out of the NWA for good, as the fans just erupted in cheers, Gregory Helms was taken out of the arena by NWA security as finally, he was GONE from NWA for good, as the newest sensation, Sin Cara had made one hell of an impact at, appropriately enough, Sin!
Cameras caught up with The Andersons, Tully, and Vader. Arn spoke up.
"You know what to do, right?"
"Absolutely, we've got your back, we'll be out there."
"Let's go, Ole."
(Play Andersons)
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an Open Challenge match for the NWA World Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 503lbs, they are the NWA World Tag Team Champions, Arn and Ole, the Andersons!"
"All right, I'm getting right to the point! We don't give a damn who comes through that curtain, just know that much like these tag title belts, your asses belong to us!"
(Play out)
What the hell? Masahiro Chono? Indeed it was, as he had a microphone, and spoke out, removing his sunglasses.
"Andersons! You issue open challenge, huh! I got partner, Andersons! You! YOU DEAD MEN!"
Chono then pointed to the back as the crowd was in suspense... who was Chono's partner?
(Play out)
Oh my god! It was Keiji Mutoh, and not only that, there were three letters that no one would EVER thought they'd have heard again! Indeed, Keiji Mutoh came out wearing an NWO T-shirt, as The Andersons sent Tully and Vader towards the stage. Mutoh whipped out an NWO-branded baseball bat and ducked a clothesline from Tully, nailing him in the back of the knees! Tully was gone, as Vader came by to help out, but Chono stopped him dead in his tracks with a Yakuza Kick!
The Andersons looked on in disbelief as Mutoh dropped the ball bat and entered the ring with Chono, the bell ringing. All four men just started to beat the holy hell out of each other as Ole was tossed over the top rope to the outside, Chono following him out. The referee stood watch on the action on the inside as Chono took the ball bat and blasted Ole dead in the forehead, busting him wide open. He dropped the ball bat and slid back into the ring.
Arn had taken control of Mutoh and sent him to the ropes, wanting to end this quick. He picked Mutoh up for the AA Spinebuster and lifted him up, but when he turned around, Chono delivered a Yakuza Kick straight to his face, knocking him down to a knee! Chono and Mutoh then hit opposite corners and nodded at each other, Mutoh hitting the Shining Wizard to the front of Arn's face as Chono hit a Yakuza Kick to the back of his head at the SAME TIME, taking Arn completely out! Mutoh covered Arn as Chono counted along! 1.... 2.... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners and the NEW NWA World Tag Team Champions, Masahiro Chono and Keiji Mutoh!!!"
There was carnage all around the arena as Vader and Ole were busted open, Tully's legs may have been broken, and Arn Anderson was down in the middle of the ring, COMPLETELY knocked out cold as Chono and Mutoh delivered on Chono's promise of making the Andersons dead men. Referees swarmed the arena as Mutoh picked up his ball bat, Chono putting his sunglasses back on, walking out with the NWA World Tag Team Titles. Vader got back to his feet and started to help his boys to the back, as he stared a hole right through Chono... NWO Japan was back.
In the back, the Rising Sun Dynasty was celebrating with a huge win, as Hakushi said to everyone that he had to go to the General Manager's office. He took a small bow and left the dressing room. He closed the door behind him when he was Nitro Blasted straight in the face by John Morrison, OBVIOUSLY having enough of the sneak attacks! Morrison grabbed a singapore cane and nailed Hakushi in the head with it before throwing him back through the door into Dynasty's locker room, knocking down Fuji and Inoki! Morrison then retreated as Dynasty tended to their fallen, Morrison had gotten a little measure of revenge, and it was a LONG time coming for Hakushi!

"Ladies and Gentleman the follow contest is our Main Event of SIN and will be a 20 Man Over The Top Rope Battle Royale for the Vacant NWA World Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Jeff Hardy was first as he made his way down to the ring but was jumped from behind by Evan Bourne. He cost him the World Title and now he was going to cost him a World Title Shot if he had to as he would start fight, Hardy leaping over the guard rail and Bourne going after him, disappearing to the back.
[Play Out]
McIntryre, Morrison, Punk, Bigelow, Vader, Flair, Tiger Mask, Patriot, Rhodes, DiBiase Jr, Perfect, Rude, Malenko, Benoit, DDP, Patriot, Del Rio, Macho Man and then Bret Hart, oh this was a stacked ring for sure as all eyes appeared to be now on Bret.
[Play Out]
One more person and it was Mitsuhara Misawa, what a surprise final entrant as he would start to make his way down to the ring. Some of the fans marking out, a few others a bit perplexed at how he was allowed in, though DM said all those involved in Jarrett's assassination were banned, Misawa was not as he would enter the ring, looking at his prey with hungry eyes as the bell would sound.
Mayhem would ensue as the match began, DiBiase and Rhodes immediately found each other in the sea of men and started to go at it, Vader and Bambam found each other and went at it, Drew and Morrison would tossle it up, Macho Man had no problem squaring off against Rick Rude, Patriot and Tiger Mask would continue their rivalry, Benoit and Malenko took great delight in fighting off Mr. Perfect and DDP, Punk finding himself stuck in a bout with Del Rio and Ric Flair and Misawa would restart their match from last years Sin.
Within only a few short moments, Rhodes and DiBiase had eliminated each other from the match though continued to fight their way up the ramp, wanting a piece of each other. Morrison took the to sky and would blast Drew right in the face with a dropkick though he kept his ground, tackling Morrison to the mat. Patriot and TigerMask just couldn't get over on the other as every move they had done, breaking off and would turn their heads, staring into the eyes of Benoit and Malenko, now going after them. Flair and Misawa were caught in a huge chop war back and forth that was broken up by Vader whom clotheslined both of them down, flexing his arms in might as Bambam would turn him around, slugging over his head and came off of the rope though was backbodydropped out and to the floor. Vader would growl in his rage but was nearly taken out with a Diamond Cutter, blocking and would clothesline DDP out of the match.
Vader was then turned around by Bret whom would slug over his head, working him into a headlock though Vader pushed him off. He charged in like a bull though Bret dropped him with a drop toe hold giving Savage a chance to drop the big elbow over the back of his head, both men starting to work upon him. Rude was next on the list as Morrison would blast him with a Nitroblast over the ropes to the floor, nearly getting tossed out himself by Mr. Perfect though Morrison would skin the cat, grabbing him by the head and would hoist him up and over himself then rolled back inside, payback to his former mentor.
He rose up and took a hard boot to the face by Drew whom would drag him up, bashing his head into the turnbuckle, placing him on top and looked for a superplex though Del Rio climbed up after Drew, grabbing him with a waistlock and dropped him with a supergerman suplex, Morrison still stuck and was brought down with the momentum with a sky high superplex, hitting the mat hard. Del Rio rose, smirking at everyone but was pushed to the corner and got chopped over and over again by Benoit. Del Rio would block, moving Benoit to the corner and would chop over his chest, placing him on the top but was kicked back then speared by Patriot, Benoit coming down with a flying headbutt over Del Rio's noggin' but was tossed over the rope but held on, TigerMask neary getting him out.
Flair went crazy as he would chopblock Vader's knee, trying to toss him out yelling 'get the fuck out you bastard' though Vader started to battle back until Macho Man and Hart came in to help, nearly getting him over the ropes. Vader would punch all three of them in the head and kicked them off, clotheslining Macho Man over the ropes to the floor. Dominate in this match for sure as he was then picked up from the ground up by Misawa whom planted him with the Emerald Flowsion, fans going 'wow' at that one as he would back up some, resting after that one as Vader staggered up, getting clotheslined out of the ring and hoisted even up and over by Flair and Hart.
That alliance didn't last long as both of them would lock eyes then would go at it, two generals amiss in war. Punk would catch Malenko with a rising knee in the corner, coming down with a bulldog/clothesline combination as he caught Benoit as well. Punk would drop a few knees over them though was grabbed from behind by TigerMask, Patriot slugging away at Punk, coming at him as Punk slid out of Tiger's grasp, Patriot accidentally spearing TigerMask as he rose up and was clotheslined out of the ring by Del Rio. He would wink at him as Patriot turned him around, slugging at his head and pushed him to the corner, kicking to his midsection though he was placed up upon Drew's shoulders, Del Rio climbing the top rope and came down with a flying tackle, taking Patriot down as he and Drew would toss him out of the ring then he would toss Drew out, smirking at him.
Del Rio just winked and would turn around staring into the eyes of Ric Flair, offering a hand shake though Flair just slapped him over the face, tackling him to the corner and started to beat the holy hell out of him. Flair would then poke him in the eye, chopblocking the knee and would lock in a figure four, that would keep him grounded for a while. Bret was tangled with Misawa in the corner whom turned him around, kicking him in the gut and placed him on top, looking for a superplex himself though Bret pushed him off, coming down with an elbow as Malenko and Benoit would assist him, pulling him up and held him by the arms as Bret came in, Misawa kicking him in the face and forced Malenko and Benoit to noggin' knock, catching Bret with a hip toss then kicked Malenko in the stomach, ramming his head into Benoit as both of them fell back. Misawa turned as he grabbed Bret in a full nelson, Bret kicking off the turnbuckle and broke free, both of them locking up and tried to jock for position, Misawa taking him down with a firemans carry though was chopped to the chest by Benoit whom was not afraid to beat him up if he had to.
Morrison connected to Punk's face with a flash kick, rolling to his feet and would connect with the moonlight drive, picking him up and tried to toss him over the rope though Punk held on with his legs, fighting off with his elbows and came in with a flying elbow, tossing Morrison over the ropes but he held on, rolling back inside as they nearly started to fight again until Malenko and Benoit came in after them, starting to pound away as they appeared to be the next targets. Beniot caught Morrison while Malenko caught Punk, both of them hitting stereo german suplexes, then a second and then a third, watching them roll around some as they would take turns chopping at their chests, Malenko holding Morrison in a full nelson as Benoit charged in. Morrison would duck as Benoit accidentally clotheslined him up and over.
Benoit would swear out as he took a dropkick from Punk and Morrison, getting knocked to the ropes as both of them would try to toss him over. Benoit would latch onto the ropes refusing to fall out, kicking them back and got to his feet, still in the match. Misawa had picked Bret up upon his shoulders, looking for the Emerald Flowsion though Bret slid out, clotheslining him up and over though he held on, slowly rolling back inside. Bret would charge in though Misawa would back body drop him over though he held on, hitting him in the gut and would sunset flip his way back inside.
Del Rio had Flair on the ropes, trying to toss him over though a thumb to the eye prevented that, Flair locking in a sleeper to try and wear him down though Del Rio moved to the ropes and started to lean back, ramming Flair in the corner and would stagger some, shaking his head as Flair hit the top rope though Del Rio quickly hit a climb up ensiguri over Flair's head, knocking him down as he crotched the rope. Del Rio came after him though Flair caught his balance and would low bridge the rope as Del Rio flew over but held on. Flair got back into the ring and tried to take him out though Del Rio would block, hitting him back though took a Nitroblast right in the face from Morrison.
Del Rio was enraged, pushing the time keeper out of his chair and would enter the ring, hitting Morrison over the back then the knee. Punk went to stop him but took a hard shot to the head as well, dropping like a stone as Del Rio would swing hard and blasted Flair over the skull, of course busting him wide open. Del Rio swung at the outside ref then hit Benoit in the gut then across the back, going after Bret and Misawa, thankfully missing both of them as Bret and MIsawa would juggle him back and forth with punches then both of them would clothesline out of the ring.
Both of them just looked at him and went back at each other, seeing as how just about everyone else in the ring was knocked out. Bret tossed him to the ropes, catching him with an inverted atomic drop then a stiff punch, trying for a suplex though Misawa countered with a suplex himself, tossing Hart to the corner chest first, watching him bounce off then dropped him with a release back suplex. Misawa rose and would duck a punch from Benoit, dropping him with a spinning back suplex then would clothesline him out of the ring to the floor.
Misawa was in charge now, picking up Punk and slammed him head first into the turnbuckle, turning him around and started to chop over his chest, pulling him from it and knocked him down with a hard clothesline. Misawa would then grab Morrison but the injured leg, kicking at it a few times then slammed it down upon the mat, watching him sit up and kicked him square in the face. Misawa would then pull Flair to his feet though Flair would bite him on the nose, breaking away and chopped over his chest, headbutting him a few times and slammed him down, doing a little dance and came off the rope, dropping a Flair knee over the head, pulling him up and went to toss him out of the ring though Misawa held on, hitting him in the face with a back elbow then tossed Flair out of the ring though he held onto the rope.
Flair tried to roll back in though Misawa kept kicking at his ribs keeping him at bay. It would have worked if Bret hadn't have grabbed him from behind, granting Flair a chance to get back inside. Misawa broke out of the full nelson by rolling his body, Bret smacking into Flair as Misawa caught Bret in a german suplex then would hiptoss Flair right on top of him. Misawa was on his game though was turned around by CM Punk whom loaded him up and blasted him with the GTS, all five men laying flat upon the mat.
Slowly Punk would rise up, surveying the damage and went after Morrison first whom blockd a kick, catching Punk with an ensiguri, quickly climbing the top rope and came down with Starship Pain, rolling to his feet, hobbling on a bad leg and came with a Nitroblast, missing Punk and crotched the rope. Punk would then try and toss Morrison over the ropes. It took a moment though Punk would dump him over, Morrison landing on the apron, using his feet and kicked Punk square in the head, rising up though took a hard kick over his head from Punk, losing his grip and fell over but held on to the bottom rope with his legs. Morrison would swing his body some and got back upon the apron, rolling inside as Punk went to another target in Bret Hart, both of them slugging it out back and forth, Bret winning the exchange.
He came off the rope and dropped Punk with a neckbreaker, stomping away at him and dropped him with a piledriver, climbing the top rope and came down with an elbow. Punk rose a bit looped as Bret knocked him to the ropes, tossing him though Punk would leap over Bret but took a Chuckkick to the face by Morrison, payback. Morrison rolled to his feet, tangling with Bret and hit him with a knee though Bret countered with a block and a sweep, quickly locking Morrison in a sharpshooter. Bret would wrench back on it hearing Morrison yell out though thankfully it was broken by a bulldog from Flair. Ric would pull Bret up, locking him in a front face lock and dragged him to the corner, placing him on top and chopped to his chest. Flair would climb up looking for a superplex though Bret would block. Flair got a little bit of help from CM Punk whom climbed up, looking for a double superplex though Bret again was starting to fight back the best he could.
Misawa would rise and got under Flair and Punk, looking for a double powerbomb as with all the men stacked it was bound to fall as Misawa would powerbomb Punk and Flair down, bringing Bret down with a superplex, all three crashing down. Misawa would pant some from the corner, slowly moving over and would grab Morrison in a full nelson, locking it in and would hoist him up and over the ropes, Morrison landing on the apron, just one good push would knock him off with no rope to grab a hold of as Misawa would reverse rope guillotine him, Morrison falling but lept just in time, landing upon the barricade, turning around and leapt back upon the apron and slid back inside, right under Misawa's legs.
Misawa turned around as Morrison would spring up and knocked Misawa right in the face, knocking him loopy as he would then clothesline him over the rope and nearly to the floor, Misawa blocking with one foot hitting the floor and kicked himself back up to the apron, rolling inside and would actually block the Nitroblast and turned it into a dragonscrew. Morrison held his knee in pain as Flair went after Misawa, completely dazed out of his mind as he swung and was dropped with the Emerald Flowsion, watching Flair rise out of instinct and clotheslined him over the rope to the floor, down to four.
Misawa slowly rose to his feet though was hit to the corner by CM Punk that would just unload upon him, coming back and rammed him with his rising knee and came down with a bulldog, staggering up and would grab Bret, not wanting him to get to a vertical base though Bret backbody dropped him, rising up and caught Morrison with a clothesline, rising up dropped Punk with a shin breaker, going for a sharpshooter though Punk kicked him off, rising up as he and Morrison went for a double hip toss though Bret dropped them body with clotheslines.
He rose to his feet, pushing Misawa to the corner and would kick to his ribs, climbing up and started to punch over his head, climbing down after a moment and took him down with a suplex, rising up as both of them locked up but were dropped by a cross body from Morrison, rolling off of both of them, charging in and took them both down with a double leg lariat, knocking them to the ropes as he came in with a double clothesline though they both backbody dropped him over, Morrison again hanging on, now fighting both of them to try and get back into the ring. Morrison was knocked off, hanging on by one hand as Bret tried to get him to let go.
Morrison held on for dear life, able to get another hand on as Misawa rolled to the floor, grabbing Morrison from behind, trying for a german suplex to the floor, Morrison holding on refusing to let go as Bret looked to just ram him off though was stopped by Punk whom caught him with a powerslam. Morrison would then kick Misawa low between the legs, dropping him to the floor and it had to be instinct as he would moonsault off, splashing upon him and stayed on top of him, doing a Liger tactic, using Misawa's body like a bridge and leapt to the apron and rolled back inside.
Punk would catch him using Bret Hart as a battering ram, tossing him right into Morrison as both of them saulted over the rope but held on. Punk would then try to knock both of them out at once, Morrison swinging as Bret just latching on as Punk would punch and bite at their hands and then was dumped over the top rope and to the floor...by Jeff Hardy. He was still in this match reguardless and must have dealt with Bourne in the back. Morrison would try and kick Hardy in the face with a kick though Jeff would hit at his ankle with the steel chair that was already in the ring, Morrison rolling into the ring screaming out 'Ow shit!" as Bret was able to roll inside.
Hardy would then hit Bret over the back with the steel chair as Punk tried to get back into the ring but refs would force him to the back. Hardy would then blast Bret over the back a few more times then cracked it over his head, knocking him up and over the ropes to the floor. Hardy would grin, almost licking the chair as if it were the holy grail, slowly turning and saw Morrison holding his ankle in pain. Hardy open the chair and sat down, measuring him up then would pull him up, and bodyslammed him hard upon the open chair, having Morrison lay over it and climbed the top rope, leaping with a swanton and smashed right through it. Morrison held his back as Hardy grabbed the bent up chair, wrapping it around Morrison's knee and ankle, smashing it over and over on the mat, Morrison screaming out in pain as Hardy would actually scream with him as if mocking him. He heard the fans as he would wind the chair up, blasting Morrison over the head and slammed the chair down, hitting him with the Twist of Hate.
Hardy would signal this belt was his as he pulled Morrison up upon his shoulders, running towards the ropes and tossed him over as Morrison scissored his legs around Hardy's head, grabbing a hold of the rope and tossed him out instead, rolling into the ring as the fans went Psycho!
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Morrison would spin his body and slammed the mat, celebrating as he got rid of Hardy, hearing his music play as the fans would rejoice and celebrate with him as we got the official word, Morrison holding onto the rope with tears in his eyes.
"Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner, and the N-"
Misawa would then toss Morrison over the ropes to the floor below, falling to his back.
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"Ladies and Gentleman, here is your winner, and the NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mitsuhara, Misawa."
"What is this, I thought he was eliminated?"
"No Gorilla, Misawa rolled out of the ring and tried to take Morrison out, it seems everyone forgot about that including Morrison, we have new Wrestling Champion and it's on the 1 Year Anniversary of when Misawa debuted, what a turn of events."
It may have been a huge upset especially for those JoMoFo's out there but Misawa was never eliminated and he just got rid of John Morrison's hopes and dreams in one fell swoop, claiming his prize as the New NWA World Champion. Morrison was seen on the floor just looking up at the heavens in disbelife, Hardy angry himself but fled through the crowd as Punk busted through the back still wanting his head. Misawa climbed the top rope, a one year journey, undefeated and now World Champion and look at his track record to boot as the arena was covered in a sea of emerald lighting as he was now the new leader of this company and figurehead as the show would fade, to black.