G1 Climax Night 1

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"Ladies and Gentleman welcome to Night One of The G1 Tournament. These first round contests will have a five minute time limit with the winners advancing to Round 2."

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Starting off G1 With Tiger Mask IV against Ultimo Dragon, hell of a way to get these fans pumped up and jacked but they only had five minutes to go so they had better move fast. They would move around the ring, locking up as Dragon pushed him back, Mask coming off the rope with a cartwheel crossbody, covering quickly for two.
He rose and started with a kick, Dragon caught the leg and connected with an inside wheel kick, quickly covering for two. Dragon tossed him to the corner, coming in with a cartwheel backelbow, Tiger catching him and turned it into a german suplex though Dragon was able to perch upon the rope, coming down with a dragonrana for two.
He rose and kicked along Tiger whom blocked and started to kick back, Dragon would block and kicked back as Tiger did the same, both of them hitting the rope, hitting a double cross body. Both men rose, Tiger locking in a double underhook suplex and covered for two. Tiger tossed him to the ropes but Dragon would springboard off with a backelbow and connected, rolling to his feet and came in strong with a spinning headscissor, Tiger hitting the buckle as he was caught with a backsuplex with a bridge for two.
Dragon rose up and locked in a front facelock, Mask countering with a Northern Light Suplex for two. Both men rose as Mask caught him with a rise up TigerStrike to the head, hitting over his head and tossed him hard to the ropes, catching him with a tiltawhirl backbreaker then came off the rope with a backsplash but Dragon crucifixed him over, covering for two. Dragon caught him with hard strikes to the head, tossing him to the ropes as Tiger would do a Tigerfeight kick right to the ribs, hitting the top rope and dropped him with a rolling neck breaker, hitting the rope again and caught him with rolling senton, rolling to his feet then caught him with a roll up victory roll, covering for two.
Mask caught him with a spinkick to the face, hitting the rope as Dragon would leapfrog twice, catching him with a hiptoss as Mask rallied back with a hiptoss though Dragon rolled coming off the rope with an ensiguri though Tiger caught the leg and did an inverted boston crab and scissored his legs around the neck. Dragon would fight out of it as Tiger kicked him in the back of the head, knocking him to the apron as he came off the ropes with a sunsetflip powerbomb to the floor.
Mask rose first and tossed him into the ring, climbing the rope and would wait, leaping but Dragon caught him with a dropkick to the face, coming off the rope and caught him with a spinning wheel kick to the side of the head, hitting the rope and came down with a moonsault. Dragon rose up and kicked him in the gut, leaping for the Asai DDT though Tiger countered with a lockhandle slam, covering, 1-2-3.
Wow, just like that in three minutes Tiger Mask was able to score the victory and advanced to the next round, rolling out of the ring knowing to conserve as much energy as he could, Dragon shaking his head, a bit surprised at that as we go to the next match.

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Jeff Jarrett against Dustin Rhodes as he would grin at him, ready to lock up as Dustin would then lay upon his back. Jarrett looked at him a bit confused, it seemed Dustin was giving the match up since he didn't want to wrestle, hell he didn't even want to be in this tournament as Jarrett would put a boot on his chest....and got the three. The fans were pissed at that as Jarrett rose his hand like he was in a one our match, cutting and strutting to the back as Dustin just shook his head, he kept true to what he meant about not wanting to wrestle for a company about gimmicks as he left ringside, the fans not at all happy with him as we move to the next match.

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Dean Malenko against DragonKid, he may have been from ROH but he was still in G1 as the bell sounded. Malenko locking up with an arm wringer, Kid doing some aerobatics and turned it around, Malenko fell back and tossed him into the buckle, turning him around and slugged over his head, tossing him hard to the corner as Kid would moonsault off and caught him with a spinning headscissor, hitting the rope and caught him with a cross body, Malenko countering with a tiltawhirl slam, rolling to his feet and quickly locked in a clutch. Kid would rise to his feet, rolling and splashed Dean down, kicking to his back and head until Dean caught the leg and swept him down. Kid kicked him off, rising up and would leapfrog over, catching him with a mach pelekick.
He hit the rope and caught him in the face with a dropsault, rolling to his feet and moved him to the corner, hitting over his head with his feet then climbed with a kick as Malenko dumped him over to the floor. Kid hit with a smack as Malenko went to the floor, hitting him over the head with uppercuts and would drop him rib first over the guardrail then a suplex to the floor. He would toss him into the ring, hitting the rope and came down with a missile dropkick, locking in the armbar.
Kid would shake his head, rising to his feet and flipped forward, using his feet to kick Malenko off, shaking the arm as he came in with a running knee to the gut, Kid countering with a leglace takeover for two. Kid rose but was lowbridged right into the buckle, smacking his head as Dean placed him on the rope, climbing up behind him and went for a superback suplex though Kid fought out with backelbows, knocking him down and did a moonsault dragon headscissor, Malenko just barely kicking out.
Both men rose as Kid was dropped with an armdrag but scissored out, Malenko breaking free and went for a clothesline as Kid caught him with a schoolboy for two, Malenko catching him with a flapjack then a snapmare, locking in a sleeper suplex, Kid landing on his neck, competely knocked out as Malenko dragged him to the center of the ring, covering as Kid just barely kicked out. Malenko pulling him up for a suplex and came down hard, catching him in a belly to belly then tossed him hard, Kid staggering to his feet as Malenko tackled him to the corner, ramming his shoulder into him and set him on top then would supermonkey flip toss him, Kid smashing the mat hard, his head and jaw jacked on that one as he was backsuplexed then backbodydropped down, Kid rolling to the apron. Malenko would reach over, wanting to pull him in hardway, hitting him in the gut with a knee then suplexed him over, Kid countering with a Japanese Rolling Clutch Pin with a bridge, 1-2-3.
Holy Shit, DragonKid...just beat Dean Malenko? Wow talk about shocker of the year as Kid even looked surprised that that trick even worked, replay showing Kid spiked the back of the head which caused Malenko to lose balance and his awareness, he had to admit, that was a good one as Kid would advance to the next round.

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Owen against Evan Bourne, oh this was going to be fast paced indeed as they would lock up, Owen pushing him back though Bourne came in fast with a knee lift, stunning him right off the back and caught him with a spin kick. He came off the rope and dropped him with a victory roll toss, Owen smacking off the rope as Bourne caught him with a springboard cross body, covering for two. He moved up quickly and kicked to his ribs with knee smashes to the head, Owen pushing him off as Bourne dropped him with a climb up headscissor then a dropsault to the face.
Owen was lost out of his mind as Bourne caught him with a springboard dropsault then moved quickly to the top rope and came down with a split legged moonsault, covering for two. Bourne pulled him up but Owen would ram him to the corner, ramming to his ribs and went for another but took two knees to the face. Bourne hitting the rope and came down with a Tornado DDT but Owen pushed him off. Bourne caught his balance though Owen caught him with a clothesline so hard Bourne flipped on his front.
Owen would pull him up and suplexed him not once but twice, tossing him hard to the buckle and watched him smack off and caught him with a wheel kick over the face. Owen pulled him up and went for a piledriver though Bourne countered with a hurricanrana, Owen using his weight to pull him down and caught the pin for two. Both rose as Bourne started to kick at the legs, hitting the rope but Owen caught him and tossed him into the air, Bourne slamming upon his front then was dropped with a sweep, Owen going for the sharpshooter but was kicked off.
Bourne rose up, leapfrogging then came in with a dropkick but Owen caught the legs and would slingshot him to the buckle. Bourne latched on and would moonsault off, splashing upon Owen for two. Bourne rose first with hard kicks to the chest, Owen caught the leg and dropped him with a leglace takedown, watching him rise and dropped him with a shoulder block then a snapmare, kicking hard to the spine then locked in the facelock.
Bourne would wiggle out, pushing him off and caught Owen again with a rising knee, coming off the rope hard with a spinning headscissor DDT but Owen blocked, tossing him off and caught him with a headlock takedown, Bourne breaking out with a legscissor. Both men rose, Owen coming in but Bourne caught him with a backslide for two. Owen got one good uppercut to stop momentum, hitting the top rope and came down with a clothesline, Owen following up with a belly to belly suplex then a high angle cross body. He rose up and went for the piledriver again but Bourne grabbed his ankles and tripped him down with a half jackknife pin, Owen kicking out and took a thrust kick right to the face, stumbling to the corner.
Bourne would kick and kick and kick, climbing up for a kick to the head though Owen ducked, Bourne landing hard upon the mat as Owen would drop him with a backsuplex over the rope to the floor. Bourne landed with a thud, holding his back some as he climbed the apron, Owen suplexing him in though Bourne landed behind him climbing upon his shoulder and spun with a Frankensteiner, Bourne quickly moving to the top rope and poised himself for the Shooting Star, taking a leap of faith as Owen somehow rose up catching Bourne and dropped him with a sitout powerbomb, covering, 1-2-3.
Fast and furious but Owen Hart was the crafter of the two, using one hell of a power move against Bourne, and it worked on top of it as he advanced on to the next round, the fans awwing at the replays of that move. Owen rose his hand up and headed to the back, Bourne just shaking his head some, defeated just that quickly.

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Chris Benoit against Matt Hardy, well this deffinately seemed like some kind of mis match though the bell sounded, Hardy locking up and pushed Chris back whom bounced off the rope with a swinging double ax and dropped him down. Benoit would try for a suplex but Matt hit the ribs, suplexing him down instead then smashed his head into the buckle. Matt hit over his back then set him on top, placing him up for the Insiders Edge and came down hard, quickly covering for two.
Matt dragged him up but Benoit broke free, chopping over his chest until Matt rammed his knee into the gut, tossing him to the ropes and back bodydropped him down, clotheslining him to the apron. Benoit held the rope as he pulled himself up though Matt would headbutt him, going for a suplex but then dropped him down, Benoit slamming the floor chest first.
He rolled after him, Benoit holding his chest as he was rammed into the steel post, Matt moved to the other side and grabbed both arms, trying to pull him through the post or rip the arms out of his sockets, Benoit yelling out in pain. Matt let go then rammed him shoulder first into the barricade then would backsuplex him upon the stairs. He tossed him inside and went right to work on that shoulder and arm, wrapping it around the ringrope and pulled at it, Benoit just fighting through the pain.
Matt released him and tossed him hard to the rope, dropping him with an overthe shoulder takedown, locking in the side armbar and pulled, trying to rip it out of the socket. Benoit fought to his feet as Matt tossed him hard to the corner then dropped him with a bodyslam, coming off the rope and dropped a legdrop over the throat, knowing time was of the essence and hooked the arm again. Benoit would fight to his feet, pushing Matt off whom came off the rope with a shoulderblock, connecting right to his face.
Matt pulled him up, folding the arm back and rammed him right into the steel post, watching him back away and locked in the hammerlock german suplex, Benoit just barely kicking out. Matt would stomp at the head, coming down with a shoulder breaker then would pull him up, wrenching on the arm and literally jerked it down, picking him up and slammed him down hard with a back suplex on the shoulder. Benoit held it as Matt pulled him up and kicked him in the gut, going for the Twist of Hate but he was pushed off, coming off the rope but Benoit dropped him with a droptoe hold then a hiptoss with the good arm then a snapmare, locking in the reverse chinlock. Matt rose up and rammed Benoit to the buckle, turning around and slugged over his head, placing him on top and went for the superplex but Benoit blocked, headbutting over and over and over again and pushed Matt to the mat.
He caught his balance and leapt with the flying headbutt and smashed right into him, Matt held his head as he rose up, Benoit caught him in an inverted atomic drop then a snap suplex. Benoit was on fire as he caught him again with a droptoe hold, looking for the crossface but Matt rolled out of the way to the floor, Benoit catching him with a suicide dive, smashing into the railing. He pulled him up and tossed him back inside, two minutes left as he rolled inside but Matt punted him right over the head, stunning him as he dropped him with a side effect, quickly moving to the top rope and would yell out, coming down with a legdrop over the back of the head. He rose up, poising and was ready, kicking Benoit in the gut and went for the Twist of Hate but Benoit grabbed the arm and dragged him down, Hardy flipping and rolling out of it.
He blasted him with a fist then another one, tossing him hard to the ropes though Benoit would IrishWhip, Hardy coming off the rope with a flying elbow right to the face, 60 seconds, Matt then kicked him in the gut and rose him for a powerbomb but Benoit countered with a victory roll, Matt roll back and swung with a kick, Benoit ducking and grabbed him from behind with one german suplex, then another german suplex and a third one, 30 seconds as Benoit crossed his throat with his thumb, going for the legs but Matt kicked him off, Benoit smacking off the buckle as Hardy kicked him in the gut trying for a third time for the Twist of Hate as Benoit countered right into the crossface.
15 seconds as Benoit would wrench and pull, Matt wasn't about to give up anytime soon knowing a draw would screw Benoit out of it, 10 seconds as Benoit would literally pull back with all his weight, Matt nearly bending right in half as Benoit was perhaps going for the kil, 5 seconds as Hardy reached out, the pain was just too much as he tapped the mat. Phew, with only two seconds left to spare Chris Benoit advanced to the next round, rolling out of the ring and held his shoulder, Matt coughing and choking some for air to get back into his lungs, holding his neck as we move to the next match.

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Johnny Nitro against Jeff Hardy, such a contrast here and only five minutes to get the job down as they would lock up. Hardy would lower his body and tossed Nitro whom hit the buckle and saulted off, catching him with a cross body for two. Nitro caught him with an armdrag as Hardy would spin his body getting to his feet and tossed him with a tomoe throw. Hardy rose first and tackled him to the corner, ramming his shoulder into his ribs though Nitro rose the knee up and blasted him right in the face, hitting the rope and dropped him with a Tornado DDT.
Nitro rose first and tossed Hardy to the rope, missing the clothesline as Hardy leapt with a sunset flip dropsault, rising up then dropped Nitro with a jawjacker, watching him smack off the buckle and rose him up for a suplex then dropped him down on his face. Hardy charged in but Nitro back bodydropped him over the rope. Hardy would counter with a reverse neck guillotine, leaping off the rope with a springboard snap DDT.
Hardy waisted no time, moving him to the corner and kicked hard to his ribs, droping him down as he ran up the rope and came down with a dropkick, rolling back and snapped him down with a flatliner DDT. Hardy moved to the rope, getting his balance but Nitro rose up quickly, climbing up and caught him with a super hurricanrana. Nitro rose up and dropped Hardy with an alabama slam, hitting the rope and caught him with a climb up ensiguri, Nitro going for the cover for two. He pulled Hardy up as he was jacked in the jaw, Hardy clotheslining him to the floor as he fell with him. Both men rose and started to slug it out, Hardy winning with a dropkick to the knee and would run along the apron and caught him with a senton.
He rose up and tossed him hard to the stairs, Nitro leaping over them and leapt upon the barricade, leaping back with a flying chuck though Hardy ducked and rolled, Nitro rushing in as Hardy would dropkick the stairs right into the knee. Nitro held it tightly as Hardy kicked at it, ramming it to the floor as he dragged him around back inside the ring, hitting the rope and dropped him with a sunset flip neckbreaker, rising up and dropkicked the knee again, kicking at it as he went to smash it to the mat, Nitro quickly spinning his body to toss Hardy off.
He rose up and got him right in the face with a one legged dropkick, Hardy smacking off the buckle as Nitro tossed him with a release belly to belly. Nothing appeared to be wrong with his leg, playing possum the whole time as he tossed Hardy hard to the rope, catching him with the back of his heel, rolling to his feet and smashed him down with a facebuster, raising his arm up and called him up, going for the Moonlight Drive though Hardy pushed him off, Nitro springboarding off the rope with the flying chuck as Hardy ducked, Nitro rolling to his feet as Hardy snapped him down with a headlock takedown. Nitro rose up and pushed him off, Hardy rushing in as both of them collided with a cross body.
Slowly they rose striking at each other until Hardy gouged at the eye, grabbing him by the hair and flung him across the ring, splashing him in the corner and pulled him off, hitting the rope and came down with a moonsault, Nitro rolled out of the way as Hardy landed on his feet, avoiding the Nitroblast as he caught Nitro with a flapjack right to the buckle. He stumbled back as Hardy caught him with the Twist of Hate, quickly moving to the rope and leapt off with the Swanton Bomb, Nitro raising his knees up just in time, Hardy smacking off of them and held his back, Nitro rising up slowly and connected with a Nitroblast right to the face, Hardy slipping through the ropes to the floor.
Nitro rose up, recovering from the Twist of Hate, going to pull Hardy into the ring when he took a chairshot over the head. Nitro held his skull as the ref tossed out the match Hardy rolling inside and would beat upon him with the chair, placing it on his neck and smashed him into the buckle, hearing it snap upon his throat. Hardy was tossed out of the ring by the refs, yelling at him to leave as he would grin, heading to the back, Nitro coughing hard as he held his throat, needing help to the back.

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Justin Gabriel going one on one with the surprise entry, Hayabusha whom rolled into the ring and gave Gabriel a cold stare. They moved around the ring and locked up, Gabriel catching him in a hammerlock as Hayabusha countered into a hammerlock suplex cradle for two. Gabriel rose with a kick as Hayabusha swatted it aside and caught him with a spinkick to the face, knocking him to the corner and rushed in with a knee to the face.
He tossed Gabriel to the other corner, watching him smack off and caught him with a flipping dropkick, Gabriel bouncing off again and dropped with a suplex. Hayabusha rose up and hit over the back but was taken by surprise with a hard shot to the ribs, Gabriel quickly locking him in a front facelock craddle, scissoring the legs around. Hayabusha was stuck, trying to rise up but Gabriel had this locked in perfectly forcing Hayabusha to roll to the ropes.
The hold broke as Gabriel struck his with his knees, tossing him to the ropes as Hayabusha did a springboard backelbow, rolling to his feet and charged in with a crossbody, Gabriel catching him and slammed him with a powerslam. Gabriel rose first, pulling him to his feet and tossed him to the corner, striking at him with his knees, climbing up and started slugging over his head as Hayabusha countered with a running sit out powerbomb.
Hayabusha rose and moved to the corner, waiting for his spot as he rushed in with a dropsault right to Gabriel's face, moving to the top rope and leapt, catching Gabriel with a spinning headscissor. Gabriel rose and was hit over the rope to the apron as Hayabusha came off the other end though Gabriel springboarded off the rope with a knee right to the face.
He rolled up and started using his knees again to his head and hit over the back, doing a ground and pound as he suplexed him down then dropped him with a headlock takedown. Hayabusha kicked back to his feet, pushing him off and ducked the clothesline, both of them hitting the rope as Gabriel rolled under the running boot, catching him with a kick to the gut then a headscissor takedown with a pin attempt, only for two.
Gabriel was up first and tackled him to the corner, ramming to his ribs then climbed up, tossing him with a monkey flip though Hayabusa laned on his feet, catching Gabriel by surprise with a roundhouse to the face, stunning him as he dropped him with a backbodydrop, then a bulldog to follow, climbing the rope and waited as he dropped him with a senton, Hayabusha rolling up and came in with a thrust kick, Gabriel moving behind him and quickly applied the CobraLock, trying to scissor the legs but Hayabusha rolledback actually countering it into a pinning predicament only for two.
Both men rose up as Gabriel kicked to the gut, locking him in for a chickenwing suplex though he was dropped over, Gabriel ducking a kick and dropped him with a rising knee, hitting the rope and came at him with a cross body, Hayabusha catching him and dropped him with the Falcon Arrow..for three. Hayabusha didn't even take time to celebrate as he rolled out of the ring, rolling his shoulder and cracked his neck some, heading to the back, Gabriel hitting the mat in frustration as he left ringside we prepared for the final match of round one.

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With a girl on his arm, Tully Blanchard entered the ring, getting a kiss from the blonde 'bimbo' as Savage got a quick rub down from Liz whom took his glassess and gown, stretching as the match started.
They locked up as Tully pushed him off, Savage coming in and was hit with a drop toe hold, Tully slapping over the back of his head with a grin. Savage rose up and locked up again, Tully pushing him to the ropes as Savage came off hard, Tully catching him with a knee to the gut then locked in a sleeper, ramming his shoulders over the neck and trapesius.
Savage made it to his feet, dropping Tully with an atomic drop, hitting the rope but was tripped by the woman at ringside, Savage reaching over to strike at her as Tully dumped him to the floor. He would smash Savage's head into the announce table then slammed him into the steel stairs.
Tully grabbed Savage by the hair, placing him on his shoulders and went to ram him into the post but Liz got in the way, preventing him from doing so as Savage slid behind him and shoved him into the post. He would slug over Tully and tossed him inside, hitting the top rope and came down with a double ax then bodyslammed him down, dropping elbow after elbow over him then one stomp to the head, pulling Tully up and tossed him hard to the buckle then backbodydropped him down. Tully rose and was dropped with an inverted atomic drop then a dropkick, Savage on fire as the valet on the floor got face to face with Liz, shoving her on her ass.
That alerted Savage which gave Tully a chance to school boy for two. Tully caught him with a kick to the gut then hard elbow smashes to the side of the head, pulling him up and connected with a brainbuster, Tully moving to the top rope and dropped an iron fist over the skull. Savage was rammed to the corner, Tully ramming his knees against the spine and kidney, leaning over the rope and got a kiss from his valet, placing Savage on the rope and dropped him with a superback suplex.
Tully dropped to a knee and rose his hands up, grinning as he watched Randy rise and dropped him with a running knee over the head then dropped his knees over the back of Savage's head, locking in a clutch. Randy shook his head as he rose up, ramming Tully into the buckle and broke free but was dropped with a bulldog, Tully signaling he was going to end it quick, pulling Savage up for a piledriver though Randy deadweighted and dropped him over.
He rose up as the valet on the apron would slap over Savage's face, getting right in his face when she was pulled down, Liz dragging her down, blocking a slap and slapped her down. The Valet rose and went to tackle her down but Liz grabbed her by the hair and smashed her into the barricade, she was not one to screw around with as Savage was peppering Tully, dropping him with a rope guillotine and slid into the ring, hitting him with a knee to the back, watching him dangle over the rope and landed on his back, whipping him back and he climbed the top rope, raising the arms up and leapt with the flying elbow, covering, 1-2-3.
That was it for the final match in round one as Randy Savage scored the win over Tully Blanchard, raising his hand up and exited the ring with Liz in tow, pointing to the camera, one down, three more to go as Tully hit the mat in anger, yelling at the valet at screwing everything up as we take a quick break.

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DragonKid against Jeff Jarrett, well talk about a mismatch here as the bell sounded, Kid moving around the ring trying to score a quick hit but Jarrett kept moving. They would lock up with Kid kicking to the legs, Jarrett pushing him off as Kid quickly scored a climb up ensiguri, knocking Jarrett to the corner and quickly started kicking at him. He would climb up and connected with one over the head then dropped him with a facebuster, Jarrett rolling to the floor.
He held his head some as Kid would sault over the ropes with a corkscrew tope' crashing down below. He tossed Jarrett into the ring and stayed upon the apron, calling his shot as he would springboard off the rope with a spinning wheel kick, kicking hard to Jeff's chest and back, swinging with the buzzsaw kick, Jarrett ducking and caught him with an uppercut, hitting over his back and tossed him hard to the corner.
Kid would handstand jump behind Jarrett, watching him turn and blasted him in the face with a spinkick, stunning him as he charged in with a dropkick, Jarrett hitting the corner and was dropped with a toehold into a headlock. Jarrett rose and pushed him off, swinging hard as Kid dropkicked the knee then caught him with a climb up neckbreaker, Jarrett rolling to the floor again.
Kid would sault over the rope but feinted, tricking Jarrett as he would moonsault off the rope, crashing down upon him below once again, striking to his head with his knees then chopped to his chest, Jarrett hitting him in the gut and smashed him to the stairs. Kid blocked with his foot and would hit slicebread right upon the floor, tossing him back inside and hit the top rope, calling his shot as he leapt with a missile dropkick, quickly following up with a climbup dropsault, smashing Jarrett's face in covering for two.
Time was of the essence as Kid locked in the headlock being pushed off, coming off the rope and rolled under the clothesline, springboarding off the rope with a dropkick, catching Jarrett in the face then started to kick at him over and over again, Jarrett plastered with marks on his chest as Kid came off the rope with a rising knee, Jarrett ducking and lowbridged him into the rope.
Kid held his throat as he was dropped with a high angle suplex then a running boot to his face, Jarrett pulling him up by his mask and would swing him to the other side, Kid smacking hard as Jarrett caught him with a lariat nearly taking his head off. He would grin a bit, pulling him up and dropped him with a powerbomb, watching his little body just bounce as he called him up, pushing him to the corner and slapped him over the head, punching to his head then set him on top, looking to drop him from above as Kid kicked him off, jumped over him with a roll, hitting the rope and caught him with a spinning headscissor, Jarrett rising up as Kid caught him with two good dropkicks then a climb up bulldog, calling for it as he hit the rope, leaping but went to the well too many as Jarrett caught him, slamming him down over his knee with a belly buster.
Kid held his stomach as he was dropped with a full nelson slam then another rib breaker, Jarrett holding him in a sleeper then just tossed him across the ring, kicking him to the floor. Jarrett told the ref to count as Kid pulled himself back inside at eight, getting stomped on as Jarrett tossed him hard to the corner and chained with a suplex, raising him up for a gorilla press and slammed him throat first over the rope.
There was no need for that as he kicked to his ribs, hard actually as the ref yelled at him, Jarrett pushing him aside as Kid caught him with a hard shot to the face, then another one, coming off the rope but Jarrett backbody dropped him then snapped him down with a suplex, looking for another as he dropped him with a double underhook, pulling him up and tossed him hard to the corner, slugging over his head as he told him this was his house, hitting him with elbow smashes then pulled him out, bodyslamming him down as he climbed the rope.
This was rare for Jarrett as he lined his shot up, leaping with a legdrop...and missed. He crashed and burned, holding his rear as Kid came at him hard and heavy, droping him with a spinning headscissor DDT, he lined up his shot and connected with a high calibur spinning inverted kick to his face.
Kid had all the momentum, hitting the rope and connected with a crossbody block then a kick to the chops, dropping him with a monkey flip from the corner. He was running out of time as he ran fast with a climb up victory roll toss, Jarrett not knowing where the hell he was as Kid ran past him and dropped him with a springboard Capture X-Factor, quickly moving to the top rope and would leap with a shooting star press and connected, 1-2-3NO!
Kid almost had that as he would shake his head, pulling Jarrett up and kicked to his gut, going for the Asai DDT though Jarrett pushed him in midflip, Kid landing on his neck, holding it as he was then dropped with the Stroke, covering, 1-2-3. Dammit Jarrett got the win as he slapped Kid over the head, refs checking on his neck since he was still holding it in great pain, Jarrett raising his hands up as he now made it to round three.

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Owen Hart against Chris Benoit, this was going to be smashmouth indeed as they would lock up, Benoit hitting a german as Owen countered with a german himself, Benoit rolling forward as Owen hit the rope, Benoit smashing him with a forearm then locked in the arm wringer.
Owen did some acrobatics to counter out of it, locking in the lock on Benoit whom dropped his body down and tossed him. Owen rolled up as they locked again, Benoit dropping him with a firemans carry then went for the headlock, Owen rolling behind him with a waistlock, dropping him with a wrestling lift and locked in the side headlock.
Benoit rose up and pushed him off, Owen coming off the rope and would dropsault the knee, Owen then dropped him with a knee breaker then a spinning leglock, Benoit pulling him in for a small package for two. Both men rose locking up against, Owen pushing him to the corner and swung with a punch though Benoit moved him to the corner and chopped hard to his head, connecting with headbutts then suplexed him down.
Benoit climbed the rope, coming down with a shoulder lariat and caught him in the nose, Owen busted open as he was chopped to the chest, tossed hard to the rope and hit with a knee to the gut, Benoit dropping him with a gutwrench suplex then did it again, stomping at him. He pulled Owen up and hit along his back, hitting a back suplex then wrenched at the arm in a hammerlock, dropping him down and dropped knee after knee over it.
He dragged him up still in the hammerlock, Owen fighting out with a back elbow, coming off the rope and clotheslined him down, suplexing him once, twice, three times as Owen dropkicked him to the floor. He would wait patiently as he would sault threw the rope with a suicide dive, tackling him down to the mat then tossed him back inside, lining his shot on the rope and leapt with a springboard clothesline as Benoit caught the arm and dropped him right into the Crippler Crossface. Owen was trapped in it trying to break out, Benoit locking in with his fists, Owen kicking with his feet unable to move as Benoit wrenched back, Owen screaming out as he almost tapped, planting his palm upon the mat and pushed, rolling them as he got his foot on the rope breaking the hold.
Benoit would hit to his arm and back, wrenching on it though Owen caught him with a shortarm clothesline, shaking the arm out, pulling Benoit up and broke loose, chopping to his chest right to the corner, kicking to his ribs and climbed up, punching to his head as Owen hoisted him up and dumped him over, Benoit smashing headfirst into the buckle and fell to the floor.
Benoit rose slow, holding his head which thankfully was not busted, Owen tossed him back inside, dropping elbows over the back of the head and locked in a buffalo sleeper. Benoit kicked with his feet, slowly rising up and ran to the corner, ducking as he smashed Owen's face into the buckle, shaking his arm out and rushed in, Owen caught him with a flapjack then a headlock takedown, wrenching on him as Benoit rose up, pushing him off and dropped him with a backbody drop, Owen though landed on his feet, making a thud with his feet as Benoit came off the rope and was surprised with a hurricanrana for two.
That was close as Owen struck first, getting his leg caught and went for the ensiguri, Benoit ducking and locked in the STF, Owen sliding out of it just in time and came in, Benoit low bridging him right into the rope, Owen bouncing off as Benoit hit one german suplex, then another german suplex then the third, quickly moving to the top rope and leapt for the flying headbutt...and missed.
Owen rolled to his feet, catching the groggy Benoit with a leglace takedown, going for the sharpshooter but was pushed off, Owen smacking the buckle as Benoit dropped him with a snapsuplex, grunting when he did then locked the arms for another german, raising him up for an electric chair though Owen rolled forward with a victory roll, using his weight, 1-2-3.
Whoa...just like that, Owen was able to surprise Benoit, rising up and shook his hand, grinning at him a bit and wished him good luck in ROH, leaving the ring as he advanced to the next round, wipping his nose some as we cleared the ring for the next match.

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Are you seeing this? Hayabusha against Johnny Nitro? Oh yes this was happening as the bell rang, both of them moving around the ring, locking up as Hayabusha got behind him, raising him up as Nitro blocked, getting behind him, running forward as Hayabusha grabbed the rope, Nitro rolling back and came in with a kick, Hayabusha rolling under and climbed up his shoulders. Nitro pushed him off, Hayabusha landing on the rope and would springboard with a headscissor, tossing Nitro to the floor.
He rose up and ran full speed doing a climb up moonsault, crashing down upon Nitro. He would slug him over the head, tossing him to the apron as Nitro would leap up and connected with a Flying Chuck. Holy crap that was quick as he tossed him into the ring, climbing the rope and came down with Starship Pain, covering for two as Hayabusha got his foot on the rope.
Nitro dragged him up as Hayabusha connected with a hard shot to the face, coming off the rope and dropped him with a spinning dejavu DDT, rising up and would connect with a spinning headscissor again, Nitro smacking into the buckle and was dropped with a release back suplex. He would kick hard to his chest and back, going for a spinkick as Nitro ducked, leaping into the air and dropped him with a headscissor legdrop, rolling to his feet and clotheslined him to the floor.
Nitro yelled out, running hard and took to the top rope and flew with a cross body, crashing down below on Hayabusha and pulled him up, dragging him over to the announce table and slammed him down, moving over to the apron then climbed the top rope. Nitro yelled out, taking a leap of faith with an elbow and smashed through with Hayabusha.
Holy shit the fans cried out as Nitro rose up, tossing him hard into the ring and rushed in with a flying lariat, missing as Hayabusha ducked and came off the rope, ducking under him again and springboard off with a dropkick, connecting hard then picked him up, dropping him with a rolling senton then springboarded off the rope with a moonsault, covering for two.
Both men rose though Hayabusha swept the leg and quickly locked in a triangle choke, Nitro kicking around as he turned his body, rising up as Hayabusha rolled back with an inverted frankensteiner, nearly breaking Nitro's neck as he turned him over, covering for two. He rose up him, hitting along his back and neck, tossing him to the corner and caught him with a bulldog, hearing the crowd as he dropped Nitro with a DDT, moving him over to the corner and climbed the rope for the Phoenix Splash though Melina flew down to the ring, screaming at him to get down, giving Nitro enough time to rise up and pushed Hayabusha off the rope, hearing him smash into the barricade.
Nitro rolled after him, pulling him up and slammed him chest first against the barricade, tossing him back inside and would springboard in the ring with a legdrop over the throat. He rose with a pose, coming off the rope with a running knee and smashed it over his head, rising up and tried for a whirling powerbomb though Hayabusha rolled forward and snapped Nitro with a sunsetflip powerbomb, roling back and snapped him down with a flatliner.
Hayabusha hit the rope and came down with the PhoenixSplash, connecting as he rose up, picking Nitro up for the Falcon Arrow though Nitro countered it right into a Stunner, knocking him loopy and came with the Nitroblast, Hayabusha barely getting out of the way as he tackled Nitro over the rope with a crossbody to the floor. Melina yelled at Nitro to rise up as Hayabusha rose first, dropping him down with a bodyslam, climbing upon the apron and ran with a rolling senton, smashing upon the hard floor as he rose up, moving back along the stageway and ran full speed, leaping upon the rail and leapt with a senton, Nitro catching him in mid air, slamming him into the steel post then down hard with a sit out powerbomb.
Slowly both men would rise, Hayabusha scoring early with a kick to the chops at the same time Nitro got him as well. Both of them stumbled and started to make it to the apron, Nitro rolling in as Melina grabbed Hayabusha by the leg, preventing him from entering as he literally kicked her off, she smacked into the barricade, just barely making the nine count. Nitro rolled to the floor, checking on Melina not seeing that she grabbed the foot that caused that, rolling back into the ring, and tackled Hayabusha to the mat, starting to punch at his head.
Nitro would rise up and tackled him to the corner, slugging him over and over again over the head and violently, pulling back and blasted him with a Nitroblast to the corner then went right back to him, hitting over his head with his knees and fists, the ref pushing him back but Nitro exploded on him again in the corner, the ref ringing the bell tossing the match out as Hayabusha wasn't even blocking anymore, stopping the match on means of knock out.
Melina actually pulled into the ring and pulled Nitro off, grabbing him by the face and told him to calm down, settle down, relax as he advanced to the next round, the fans not sure if they liked that decision or not as she helped him to the back, Melina though looking back towards the ring with an evil grin almost as if she planned for that to happen, Nitro pushing through the curtain.

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Tiger Mask IV against Randy Savage, this was deffinately going to be good as they would lock up, Mask push him back, Savage coming off the rope but was dropped with a headlock takedown, Savage rolling to his feet and elbowed out, hitting the rope as Mask caught him with a hurricanarana, covering for two.
Mask caught him in a rear waistlock, Savage rolling forward to break free but Tiger held on, quickly turning it into a german but Savage blocked, getting behind Tiger then clubbed over his back, tossing him to the rope as Tiger came off with a cartwheel wheel kick, connecting then nailed the running neck snap then dropped Savage with a climb up headscissor, locking it in and held him down.
Savage slowly got to his feet, tossing Mask hard to the rope, dropping him with a backbody drop then a bodyslam, rising up but was dropped with an armdrag himself the a dropkick, Mask kicking at the legs and the ribs with one spin kick to the corner. He moved to the corner and struck at him with tiger strikes, Savage blocking and started to punch back, hitting to the gut and tossed him to the corner, Mask grabbing the corner and would do a handstand, catching Savage by the head with his feet and moved along the rope with his hands, tossing him to the floor.
Savage hit with a thud as Mask saulted over the rope with a cartwheel summersault plauncha, crashing below. Mask pulled him up and tossed him into the ring, staying upon the apron and waited as he leapt with a senton, Savage countering right into an atomic drop then a snapmare, Savage snapping off the rope with a shoulder lariat then a cross body, watching him rise and sent him to the corner, chaining with a dropkick then a bulldog.
Savage rose, grabbing the arm and locked in a hammerlock, Mask leaping up then rolled forward, breaking out and nearly caught a spin kick, Savage countering right into a school boy for two. Both men rose as Savage struck first with a kneeliff then a facebuster though Mask pushed him off just in time, Savage coming hard off the rope and was tossed in the air and caught right into powerspine buster, Mask covering for two.
That was new as Mask locked in a full nelson clutch, latching on tightly as Savage struggled to his feet, grabbing Mask's legs and smashed him into the buckle, turning around and started to hit over his head, Mask blocking and struck back at him, Savage fighting back with a headbutt then dropped him with an overthe rope guillotine, rolling inside then caught him with a clothesline then a backsuplex, pointing his finger up and dropped him with a double underhook suplex, watching him rise and dropkicked him through the ropes.
Mask held on as he stood on the apron, Savage trying to pull him in hardway but was clocked over the head, hitting to the gut and sunset flipped over, using the momentum and came off the rope with a cross body though Savage reversed the momentum into a pin for two. They locked up again, Savage hitting the side headlock and was tossed off, putting the breaks at the buckle and caught Mask with a back elbow, climbing the buckle and came down with a double ax, grabbing the arm and wrenched at it, twisting and pulling as Mask would roll with aerobatics, countering but took a clothesline for his efforts.
Savage dropped two big elbows then stomped at the head, dragging him up and bodyslammed him down, moving to the rope and waited as he came down over the back of the head with a double ax, Mask stumbling and leaned over the middle rope as Savage did his patended sit out rope choke, sliding to the floor.
He dragged Mask over the apron and caught him with a running knee lift, moving to the apron and called him up. He charged in though Mask leapt, catching him with a hurricarana and tossed him into the ring, Mask landing on his feet, hitting Savage with Tigerstrikes, ducking a punch and dropped him with a release belly to belly suplex.
Liz would pound the mat as Savage was dropped with a tigerback suplex then a gorilla press drop over the rope. Savage would dangle as Mask hit the rope, coming down with a legdrop over the back of the head, Savage hitting the floor as Mask stay on the apron, waiting. He would then moonsault off the rope, Savage moving out of the way as Mask landed on his feet, rushing in though Savage sidestepped and tossed him to the post, Mask then doing a TigerFeint Kick, looping around the buckle and caught Savage in the chest on the follow through, tosing him into the ring and climbed the rope, lining up his shot and leapt, connecting with a missile dropsault, making a motion he had him where he wanted him, coming in as Savage hit a droptoe hold, Mask's face hitting the bottom turn buckle.
Momentum shifted just like that as Savage pulled him from the corner, pulling him up and dropped him with a shinbreaker, wanting to immobilize him as he jerked at the leg, Mask kicking him off and rose, leapfrogging over and caught him with a hiptoss, Savage countering with a hiptoss of his own as Mask blocked doing a backflip armdrag, getting a running start and caught Savage with a running monkey flip then a clothesline to the apron.
Mask moved to pull himside though Savage blocked and rammed his head into the buckle, climbing up quickly and dropped him with a tornado DDT, covering only for two. Real close there as Savage pulled him up, hitting the gut and went for a piledriver as Mask flipped him over, ducking a punch and dropped Savage with a backslide for two. Savage rose and locked him in a front face lock, hitting with his knees, tossing him to the corner and came in, taking a boot to the face, Mask climbing up and would hit a moonsault headscissor, Savage smacking the buckle as he was placed on top, Mask climbing up on the other side and came down hard with a sunset flip super powerbomb, covering....for two.
Damn even that was close as he had to finish him off, letting Savage rise and hit over his back, tossing him to the rope but Savage Irish whipped hard, Mask coming off the rope and slid under his legs, Savage turning around as Mask climbed up upon his shoulders and rolled back, getting behind him and quickly pulled him up and dropped him face first with a King Kong Buster, rolling back and caught Savage with a dropkick, Savage smacking off the buckle as Mask kicked him in the gut, hooking the arms and rose him up though Savage flipped him over, breaking out of it and rammed him to the corner, ramming his shoulders into his ribs, hitting a few times as Mask brought the knee up, hitting him in the face and climbed the rope, leaping for a lariat and missed, rolling to his feet as Savage snapped him with a powerslam and followed up with a suplex, moving to the top rope and rose the fingers up, Mask quickly rising and climbed up after him, trying for a super hurricarana though Savage countered with a super sitout powerbomb, covering...for two.
Randy looked at the ref, tough bastard Mask was as he pulled him back up, slamming him down to the mat as Mask countered with a small package for two. Both men rose and started to slug it out, Mask winning with a spin kick over the head then picked him up for a powerbomb, Savage hitting to his head and dropped him down getting one good stomp in then pushed him to the corner, hitting hard elbows over the head and climbed up, starting to punch at his head until Mask rose him up, forcing Savage to straddle the turnbuckle.
He moved behind Savage, looking to drop him with a super Tigerbacksuplex though Savage blocked and elbowed him off, turning around and flew with the flying elbow.........for three.
Wow what a match that was as Savage rose his hand up, we were down to the final four as Savage, Nitro, Hart and Jarrett were locked in though Tiger Mask gave it one hell of an effort as he shook Savages hand as Round 2 would end and go to a break.

"Talk about a tournament so far Jess, down to the final four but a lot of noteable wrestling performances tonight, Tiger Mask IV deffinately deserves to be a top contender, DragonKid I think surprised the most out of everyone here tonight, if I was going to make a guess here tonight I think Randy Savage just might be the one take it."
"You know I disagree there, Savage had Tully and Tiger Mask, a lot of energy has been sapped out of him, I think Jeff Jarrett is going to take it to be honest Gorilla."
"Maybe but Owen and Nitro are still in this thing too."
"Owen took a beating at the hands of Benoit in the last match so he's probably not at 100% and Nitro against Hardy took a shot to the throat, if you noticed he was coughing a lot in his match with Hayabusha and actually surprised us all by knocking him out, still, Jarrett is the better conditioned athlete."
"Well tomorrow night folks will be Night Two of The G1 Invitational and we still have yet to see such stars such as Bret Hart, Ric Flair, CM Punk, Del Rio, Mr. G1 Chono whom almost won it last year, all that can be seen tomorrow night."
"And the Finals and Grand Finale take place at Sin, the top two from each block will face off and the remaining two will battle it out, it's going to be big."
"Well the intermission is up as we have the final two matches here tonight, the final four men face off, only two will advance on, lets take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Final Round of the evening and will have a 30 Minute time limit."

[DM]

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Barely any time to rest, Jeff Jarrett against Randy Savage whom was still reeling from his match with Tiger Mask. Jarrett locked up and hit him in the gut with a knee, hitting over his back then dropped him with a russian leg sweep. He stomped at his head then smashed him into the buckle, hitting to his spine and turned him around, clocking him over the head several times before hiptossing him out.
Jarrett waited and dropped him with a running knee lift followed up with a neckbreaker. Jarrett dropped elbows then came down with a knee over the throat, pulling him up and locked in a sleeper, almost hitting a suplex but Savage would grab the rope to break the hold.
Jarrett tossed him to the rope, picking him up in a gorilla press and slammed him down then clotheslined him to the floor below, Liz rushing to his aid as Jarrett pushed her out of the way, warning her to stay put and slammed Savage into the stairs then back into the ring, lining him up and dropped him with a bodyslam, then another bodyslam, dropping a Jarrett knee over the head locking in a chinlock.
Liz hit the mat to keep Savage awake, slowly rising to his feet as he broke out with his elbows, hitting the rope but took a back elbow then a snapmare, Jarrett locking in another sleeper as Savage rose up to a knee, pushing himself up and broke out with his elbows, hitting the rope and ducked the clothesline, coming in for a clothesline but Jarrett dropped him with a droptoe hold then a side headlock, giving a wink to Liz whom willed Savage on.
He would slowly push himself up, pushing him off as Jarrett caught him with a shoulder block then a flying shoulder lariat, finishing him with a suplex then hit a running knee to the back, Savage stumbling to the floor below. Liz ran to him and went to help him up as Jeff slid to the floor, grabbing her by the wrist and started to pull her away, telling her to go sit in a kitchen or something, Liz actually slapping him over the face as he grabbed her by the hair and tossed her right into a rising Savage, Liz falling to the floor as Jarrett slammed him into the stairs shoulder first then back into the ring.
Jarrett would lock in an eagle stretch, pressing the knee to his spine and pulled the arms out, yelling at him to just give up as Savage shook his head no. Jarrett pulled him up and wrenched on the arm, hitting a shoulder breaker then rammed him into the buckle, placing him on top and came down with a superhammer lock back suplex.
Randy held his shoulder as Jarrett would ram knee after knee into it, locking in a side armbar, driving the knee into the shoulder as Savage struggled. He slowly pulled him up and dropped Savage with a clothesline, knowing this match was in the bag as he dragged him up, picking him up and slammed him with a powerbomb right upon the shoulder, doing that on purpose as he laid Savage over the rope and started to choke him with it, pressing the knee to the back and whipped him back, coming off the rope with a running elbow right over the head, watching him rise and dropkicked him to the corner, chaining with a backbody drop, Liz back to her feet and hit the mat to will Savage on.
Jarrett moved over, kicking at her and told her to get the hell away from his ring, watching Savage rise and would chopblock the knee, jerking it out of place and came down with a kneebreaker, locking in the figure four as Savage grunted, trying to fight out of it but he was too exhausted to fight back, almost getting pinned down as he rose up. Jarrett yelled at him to tap, moving over to the rope and grabbed a hold for more leverage, the ref breaking it upon catching it and warned him about that, Jarrett pushing him aside and stomped at the knee, jerking it again as he set it over the rope and sat down upon it, Savage holding it in pain but then Jarrett kicked to the shoulder.
It was picking his spots thats for sure as he pulled him up and placed him to the corner, hitting over his head then kicked to his ribs, even slapping him over the head in mock fashion but that seemed to piss Randy off as he started to slug back at him. Getting in a few good haymakers until Jarrett blocked a punch and dropped him with a flatliner DDT nearly seperating the shoulder.
Jarrett rose up, looking to finish this now as he picked Savage up and dropped him with a back suplex, moving back for the figure four but was kicked off, coming off the rope as Savage dropped down catching him with a hiptoss but his shoulder gave away, holding it as Jarrett rammed him shoulder first into the steel post, dropping him down with a german suplex and climbed up the rope, doing a Savage like pose and leapt with a flying elbow and connected, covering...for two.
Jarrett would make a face, dragging him up by the hair but Savage came alive with punch after punch, that elbow, seemed to piss him off, hitting him in the gut with a knee and came off the rope with a cross body, hobbling on the leg some and came back in, Jarrett countering and smashed him into the ref, Jarrett dropping him with a flapjack and left the ring, grabbing his guitar and was ready to blast him over the head, Liz getting on the apron and grabbed it.
Jarrett turned around and swung at her with a fist, Liz ducking and slapped him over the face, Jarrett grabbing her by the hair as Savage turned him around and smashed him over the head with the Guitar, quickly climbing the top rope and came down with the flying elbow, Liz shaking the ref as he would stir, crawling over and counted, 1-2-3.
Ha, all that work Jarrett did just to cheat ended up biting him in the ass, Savage scored the big win and now advanced to the Final Round at Sin. He rolled out of the ring, holding his shoulder and hobbled on one leg, just barely surviving that one but he scored the big win, Jarrett rising up and held his head, yelling at the ref that Savage cheated but can't call what you can't see as he rolled out of the ring, saying he was going to talk to someone about this as we prepared for the final match of the evening.

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Johnny Nitro against Owen Hart, this was going to be real good as Owen looked ready to go, Nitro moving around the ring as they locked up, Owen dropping him with a tomoe throw then a leg lace takedown, following up with a headlock take down wrenching on the head. Nitro rose and pushed him off, leapfrogging and laid back, catching Owen with his feet and tossed him, rolling up and leapt with a flying elbow then another one, getting Owen with a dropkick but then Owen caught him with a dropkick. Nitro with a dropsault, Owen with a standing wheel kick, that caught him off guard as he rammed Nitro to the corner, ramming the shoulders until Nitro rolled over him.
He came off the rope with a corkscrew lariat, rising up and picked him high up and slammed him down upon his face, almost scoring the Nitroblast but Owen sidestepped and dropped Nitro with a release german suplex. Nitro hit and rolled up, getting a clothesline for his troubles, Owen coming off the rope and leapt with a bygod senton, Nitro smashing into the floor below.
Owen rose first though Melina yelled at him to keep away from him, that giving Nitro a chance to tackle him into the barrier then toss him into the ring, hitting the apron and caught Owen with a springboard knee, rebusting that nose open then dropped him with a bulldog, Nitro rising up and started to kick at him, Owen catching the leg and swept him down then did a flip legwhip, nearly bending Nitro's leg over his head as he felt the hamstring pull.
Owen got the rear waistlock, Nitro sliding behind him as Owen dropped and would kick him with his feet, rising up and came off the rope, Nitro leapfrogging then caught Owen with an armdrag, locking the arm as Owen rose and actually tossed Nitro off, watching him rise and dropped him with a droptoe hold, climbing the rope and came down with a double ax, Nitro catching him in mid air and dropped him with the C4 Suplex, covering for two.
That was real close as Nitro pulled him up, pushing him to the corner and kicked to his ribs then over the head, backing away and kicked to the ribs dropping him down then rammed his knee into his face. Nitro dragged him from the corner, mounting him and started to punch at the head, Owen kicking in the back of his head with his foot, rising up and ducked a clothesline, catching Nitro on the way back with a sickening kick to the ribs, dropping him then after with a sunset flip snapneckbreaker, Nitro quickly rolling to the floor in great pain, Melina checking on him though Owen wouldn't give him time to breathe, leaping through the rope with a suicide dive.
Owen would hit over his back, tossing him into the ring and climbed up, Melina grabbed his ankle as he would push her off, climbing up the top rope and dropped Nitro with a bulldog from the top rope, wiping the blood from his nose then locked him in a front facelock, using his knees to strike then tossed him to the rope, Owen dropped him with a backbody drop, coming off the rope himelf and came with a cross body, Nitro catching him and turned it into a pumphandle slam, covering for two.
Nitro pulled him by the hair and smashed him headfirst into the buckle, placing him up and placed him in the tree of woe position, stomping at his face over and over again, Owen blocking and kicked him in the head with a free foot, getting his balance on the rope and came down with a tornado DDT, spiking it and covered for two.
Owen rose up but was lowbridged right through the rope to the floor, Nitro rising up and would baseball slide, Owen stumbling into the barricade as Nitro charged in tackled him into the crowd, hitting over his head then hiptossed him back to ringside, climbing the barricade and leapt for a cross body, Owen catching him and did a fallaway slam, Nitro hitting the post.
Melina ran to him, checking his ribs and yelled at Owen, getting right in his face and almost slapped him, Owen blocking the attempted slap as Nitro tackled him down, starting to punch at his head over and over again, raising up and tossed him into the ring, tackling him down again and started to slug over his face. One thing Nitro found out, Canadians can take a beating as Owen blocked the fist and dropped him with an inverted armbar.
Nitro slowly rose up, Owen letting go and caught him right in the face with a spinning wheel kick then a facebreaker, climbing the top rope and came down with a moonsault, covering for two. Owen rose up with a rear waist lock though Nitro rolled forward, tossing him off and caught him with a scissor kick from out of no where, moving to the rope and leapt with Starship Pain, Owen moving out of the way as Nitro landed on his feet, stumbling back as Owen came in, Nitro leapfrogging but didn't expect Owen to put on the breaks, kicking him in the gut and dropped him with a piledriver.
Owen moved over to his legs, locking them in and went for the sharpshooter but Nitro's long legs and body prevented the full turn as he spun him off. Nitro rose up and caught Owen with a T-Bone Suplex, coming off the rope with a running moonsault, Owen rolling out of the way as Nitro crashed and burned, rising up as Owen dropped him with his patented climb up ensiguri, Nitro down on his knees as Owen came off the rope with a dropsault, Nitro catching the legs and would slingshot him to the buckle.
Owen smacked into it and fell back right into the Moonlight Drive, going for the pin as Melina told him to hit the rope. Nitro moved to the rope and went for Starship Pain....and missed as Owen moved, rising and caught Nitro's foot, swept the leg and locked in the sharpshooter.
Nitro hit the mat, scratching and clawing trying to get out, Melina yelling at him to break free or else, Nitro crawling but wasn't moving anywhere, Owen having it locked in tightly. Nitro pushed up and slammed his fist on the mat, pushing himself up and would shaking his head, Owen yelling out for him to tap as Melina moved to the apron, yelling at the ref whom told her to get down as on the other side Joey Mercury slid into the ring though Owen let go of the hold, sidestepping and dropkicked him to the floor.
Owen turned around and went back to Nitro whom caught him with a pele'kick, holding his back as he went for the Moonlight Drive though Owen pushed him off, Nitro putting on the breaks nearly crashing into Melina whom jumped off just in time, she yelled at Nitro whom turned around, getting caught in a school boy, kicking out.
He rose up with a snap and nearly hit the Nitroblast, Owen sidestepping and climbed up on his shoulders, turning for a hurricanrana but Nitro pushed him off and caught him in midair with the Moonlight Drive, covering, 1-2...Owen got his foot on the rope but Melina then quickly hit it off, 3.
Ooh man Johnny Nitro won as he rolled out of the ring, holding his head some in pain but heard Melina scream out in praise, saying three down two more to go, Owen rising up telling the ref he had his foot on the rope but Melina would grin, Nitro raising his hand up in praise, Mercury raising him up in praise as the first night of G1 came to a close.

[DM]

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Night Two of the 2012 G1 Climax Tournament! The rules are as follows: Each of the opening round matches will have a ten minute time limit. The winners of each match will go on to the quarterfinals, and will be scrambled for the quarterfinals, which will have twenty minute time limits. The four winners will then go onto the semifinals and be scrambled once again, the semifinals having thirty minute time limits. The Block A and B finals will be contested tomorrow night at NWA Sin, and will be contested under a one hour time limit, and the winners will go on to face off at the Grand Finale, which will have no time limit! Without further adeiu... This is the first opening round contest, scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!"
(Play Del Rio)
"My name... my name is Alberto Del Rio, and I am the United States Champion! But you already knew that! What better way to start the show than with me, Alberto Del Rio! You see it is only fitting that the VERY EVENT I debuted in last year be opened up by the one man who has done more in one year than everyone in this tournament has done in their careers. You see it was at this very event that I defeated, in decisive fashion, might I add, Bam Bam Bigelow! And the defeat was so great that the NWA fired him soon after! Did you also know that I competed at the Royal Rumble AND Starrcade in the same night? Of course you did! You already knew that! And just over a month ago, I, Alberto Del Rio, single handedly defeated three nobodies in the same match, AND saved the NWA! I am going to be the winner of the G1 Climax, and I will go on to face the NWA World Heavyweight Champion, and I am going to win! Do you know why? Because I am the Essence of Excellence, Alberto Del Rio. But you already knew that. So whoever my opponent is, don't feel ashamed when you lose... because you're losing to the best, and that's me! Alberto Del Rio!"
(Play Vader)
All the color from Del Rio's skin just turned to ghostly white as Vader returned to the ring, Del Rio running out of it as Vader slid into the ring, the bell sounding! Vader quickly gave chase as Del Rio ran around the ring, sliding into the ring for safety, Vader sliding in after him, as Del Rio quickly put the boots to Vader's head, trying to keep him down, but Vader pushed him back, Del Rio charging and getting leveled with a clothesline! Del Rio scrambled to his feet in the corner as Vader bodysplashed him, hammering away on his head with heavy haymakers. He grabbed Del Rio and flung him high into the air, halfway across the ring, Del Rio landing hard on the canvas! He got back to his feet and grabbed a hold of the referee, Vader backing away as Del Rio hid.
The referee turned around as Ricardo nailed Vader in the back with the US Title... but Vader just turned around and lifted him high into the air, turning around, as Del Rio fired the referee forward, Vader threw Ricardo forward, the referee ducking as Ricardo was thrown right into Del Rio! Ricardo rolled out of the ring as Del Rio got back to his feet, walking into a huge bodyslam, getting planted like a tree. Vader came off the ropes, leg dropping Del Rio's face! This was looking eerily familiar as Vader went for the Vaderbomb, but Del Rio rolled out of the ring, saving his life, as Vader rolled outside, following suit. He tossed Del Rio back in, who got back to his feet, going for a baseball slide, but Vader moved, Del Rio missing and splatting on the floor!
Vader picked Del Rio up and threw him back inside again, stepping onto the apron and getting inside, Del Rio just barely getting back to his feet in the corner, as Vader closed the distance, hammering away on the sides of his head repeatedly. Del Rio's arms were at his sides, he couldn't defend himself as the referee tried to pull Vader off. Vader pushed the ref back and yelled "Don't touch me again," the referee being scared half to death, laying the count down on him. Del Rio was nearly unconscious, Vader just beating the shit out of him as the referee tried to pull Vader off again, Vader screaming at him that if he touched him one more time, he'd get knocked out. Del Rio ran forward out of the corner, but Vader hip tossed him, Del Rio crashing into the referee!
Vader picked the referee up and launched him out of the ring! Vader then climbed the rope, crashing down on Del Rio with the Vaderbomb, as the referee called for the bell!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by disqualification, Alberto Del Rio!"
Vader didn't seem to care, as he went back up again, bouncing on the middle rope and crashing down with a second Vaderbomb, as referees and officials and even Antonio Inoki stormed down to the ring, trying to calm Vader down, Inoki pushing him back, saying something to him to keep him calm. Del Rio rolled out of the ring, raising his hands up in the air, grabbing the microphone somehow!
"I did it! I did it again! I just beat Vader... twice!"
Oh that did it, Vader left the ring, grabbing Del Rio by the hair, he wasn't done with him! The referees and officials begged him not to do it, as Vader lifted him into the air over his head, walking around ringside with Del Rio, as he ran forward and threw him over the guardrail into the sixth row at ringside!
"Monsoon, what the hell? Do you condone that?"
"Absolutely, Alberto Del Rio got exactly what he deserved, he got what he had coming to him!"
"I have to agree there, he got a win in G1!"
"That's NOT what I'm referring to!"
"It doesn't matter what you're referring to, Gorilla, Del Rio's in the quarterfinals, and Vader is another notch in Del Rio's belt!"
"Unfortunately you're right about that, but let's continue with the festivities!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a first round matchup, scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!"
(Play Ole)
(Play Punk)
Oh, this wasn't gonna be good as right off the bat, Punk jumped Ole, hammering away on his head, the bell sounding! Punk's hands were like machine guns, just firing lefts and rights on Ole's head, until Ole blocked one, beating Punk back to the center of the ring. Ole ran off the ropes, but Punk hit the ground, Ole leaping over, as Punk performed a leap frog on the opposite pass, dropkicking Ole in the face, covering quickly! 1.... no, only a one count as Ole got back to his feet in the corner, Punk charging in, but Ole ran forward, spearing Punk down! Ole hammered away as best he could, Punk covering up, eventually getting on top of Ole, hammering down on his face with fists and elbows! Ole got back on top and hammered back down, the two men breaking off, Punk rolling up to his feet.
Ole charged forward and went low, lifting Punk into the air, but Punk went up and over, going for the roundhouse, but Ole caught his leg, going for a capture suplex, but Punk elbowed the side of his head, breaking out of it, thankfully. He came off the ropes with a clothesline that rocked Ole back to the corner, Punk quickly running for the rising knee, but Ole leveled him with a hard NFL-style tackle, bringing him down. Ole dropped elbows on the back of Punk's head, keeping him down, rolling him over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out as Ole got back up, grabbing Punk by the hair, blasting his face into the buckle.
He pulled Punk out of the corner and loaded him up, hitting a double underhook suplex, Punk grimacing in pain. Ole waited for Punk to rise and hit a backbreaker on him, before picking him up from the backbreaker position and dropping him with a sidewalk slam! Ole got back to his feet, picking Punk up, but Punk woke up with kicks to the legs and elbows to the face, rocking Ole back! He sent Ole off the ropes, but was reversed, Ole going for the Spinebuster, but he lowered his head, Punk rolling him up in a small package! 1.... 2.... no! That was DAMN close as Ole almost lost it there, Punk leveling him with the roundhouse kick, covering soon after! 1.... 2.... no, Ole's hand grabbed the rope, great ring presence by the veteran Ole.
Punk got back to his feet, waiting for Ole to rise as he rose up in the corner, Punk hitting the rising knee, coming out with the bulldog, planting Ole, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Ole still kicked out, Punk rising to his feet, calling out "It's Clobbering Tiiiiiiiime!" Indeed it was, as Punk lifted Ole onto his shoulders, but Ole fought out of it, hammering Punk's head with elbows, getting back to his feet. He sent Punk off the ropes, going for the Spinebuster, but Punk hooked the head and drilled him with a DDT out of the Spinebuster! Punk quickly hit the top rope, coming off with a flying elbow right into Ole's face, covering! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CM Punk!"
CM Punk rose his hand up in victory as he flashed the Four Horsemen sign... then dropped one finger, signalling one down, three to go, as Arn Anderson stormed the ring! Punk quickly left the ring and fled through the crowd, Arn unable to catch him at this point as CM Punk just took down Ole Anderson, and again flashed four fingers, bringing one of them down, signalling that there were only three to go, as Arn helped Ole to the back, it was time for the next match.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a first round contest scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!"
(Play Ted DiBiase)
(Play Mr. Perfect)
Ted Jr. vs. Mr. Perfect, Ted had an uphill battle to climb as the two men locked up, Ted Jr. quickly locking in a waistlock on Mr. Perfect, who switched behind into a waistlock of his own, lifting Ted up and bringing him down, holding on. Ted tried to sit out, but Perfect held on, Ted going to his stomach to try and roll out, but Perfect held on tighter, riding with him, turning around so Ted couldn't shift his weight, bringing Ted up by a front waistlock and hitting a gutwrench suplex, Mr. Perfect showing DiBiase some amateur style mat work.
Ted got back to his feet and locked up again, going for an arm wringer, but Perfect reversed this into one of his own, Ted sending forth a right hand to Perfect's face, but Perfect didn't let go of the arm. Instead, Perfect fired a punch right back, holding onto the arm, bringing Ted in for a side headlock takedown. Ted rolled up to his feet and was caught right into a body slam from Perfect. Ted got right back up and was caught with a dropkick right into the mouth, Perfect grabbing him and going for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Ted kicked out, Mr. Perfect having the clear advantage.
Perfect picked Ted up who woke up with a thumb to the eye, grabbing Perfect in a side headlock. Perfect pushed Ted off, sending him to the ropes, Ted dropping him with a shoulder block. He ran to the ropes, jumping over Perfect, but Perfect rose up, hitting a leap frog over Ted, catching him coming with a hip toss, clotheslining him over the top to the outside! Perfect was in complete control as Ted Sr. tried to talk some strategy into his son's head, giving him a pat on the back before Ted Jr. entered again, back into the ring at six.
Ted Jr. locked up again, nailing Perfect with a European uppercut, not once but twice, rocking Perfect back, sending him off the ropes, following suit with his signature clothesline, but Perfect had this scouted and ducked the clothesline, hooking the arm for a cruicifix pin! 1.... 2.... no! Ted barely kicked out of that one as Mr. Perfect got back to his feet, Ted going for a dropkick, but Perfect caught his feet, slingshotting him straight into the steel post! Ted was knocked completely out as he turned around right into the Perfect-Plex, Mr. Perfect hooking the leg, locking the fingers! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Mr. Perfect!"
Mr. Perfect made short work out of Ted DiBiase Jr, easily winning the match with the Perfect-Plex, as Perfect flipped out of the ring, landing on his feet, giving fans high fives and looking back as the DiBiases were just stunned silent. Ted Jr. couldn't believe how good his opponent was, but the smart money is that Mr. Perfect wasn't good. He wasn't great. He was simply put, Perfect.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Taka)
(Play Flair)
Taka Michinoku vs. Ric Flair, this was a definite mismatch for sure, but Taka has been upsetting the ranks of NWA, how would he fare against Ric Flair? The bell rang as Taka ran forward, Flair missing a clothesline as Taka ducked and turned Ric around with kicks to the legs and stomach, mixing it up with elbows and kicks all around the body. Flair swung wildly, but Taka ducked, hitting kicks all over the body, leaping with a spin kick to Flair's mouth. Flair hit the canvas, rising back up and getting sent off the ropes, Taka hitting a spinning elbow to Flair's face, covering quickly. 1.... no, Flair pushed Taka off, Taka coming off the ropes like lightning, dropkicking Flair out of the ring! Flair got back to his feet as Taka flew from the ring, over the top, crashing down onto Flair with a plauncha!
Taka rolled Flair back into the ring, as Flair rose right back up in the corner, Taka coming in with a dropkick to the face, which had no effect on Flair as he walked out... and fell right on his face! Taka quickly rolled Flair back over and covered. 1.... 2.... no! Flair kicked out of it, getting back to his feet, rising up in the corner. Taka sent Flair to the far corner, Flair going up and over, landing on the apron. Taka ran forward with a dropkick, nailing Flair in the face, but Flair held onto the rope, not going down as he literally fell back into the ring.
Taka was kicking the hell out of Flair, picking him up and going for a suplex, but Flair countered this into a suplex of his own, driving Taka down hard. Taka got back up in the corner as Flair started to chop away, Nature Boy style. He pulled Taka out of the corner and went for a knee breaker, but Taka jumped up with it, rolling Flair up! 1.... 2.... no! Taka almost was able to pull a fast one on Flair, just barely kicking out of it as Taka rose up to his feet, waiting for Flair to turn around. He tossed Flair to the corner, going for the Super K knockout kick, but Flair ducked, Taka kicking the post!
Taka held his leg in pain as Flair charged forward, but Taka was able to level him with the Flash Kick, regardless of the pain in his leg! Flair fell hard on the canvas, but Taka was unable to capitalize, his leg was REALLY damaged from hitting the post, and performing the Flash Kick. Taka rose up, Flair struggling to get to his feet as he turned around into the Michinoku Driver, but Flair went up and over, nailing a chopblock to the bad leg, Taka going down quickly. Flair then quickly applied the Figure-4 Leglock on the bad wheel, Taka pounding the mat repeatedly, reaching for the ropes! He pulled as hard as he could, pulling Flair inch by inch, being mere fingertips away... as Taka tapped out to the pain!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a submission, "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair!"
Ric Flair left the ring, amidst the boos of the crowd, wooing to the camera shouting out "Punk! Get ready you son of a bitch! Naitch is comin' to kick your ass! Woo!!!" He continued to woo out to the crowd, almost slapping a girl who was screaming at him, saying that she wasn't gonna ride Space Mountain, as Flair walked to the back, as we cut to ringside.
"Jesse Ventura, lots of exciting things happening right now, let's look at the standings as they currently are."
"Well, right now, the four winners currently are Mr. Perfect, CM Punk, newly added Ric Flair, and my personal pick, Alberto Del Rio, but we're only halfway through the first round Monsoon, we've got a long way to go before this is all said and done."
"Absolutely true, Jesse. Let's take you up to Justin Roberts for our next contest."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a first round matchup scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!"
(Play Cody)
Cody Rhodes entered the ring cocky as ever, raising his tag team title over his head, waiting for his opponent rather impatiently.
(Play Chono)
Chono sprinted down to the ring, sliding inside as Cody swung for the fences with the tag team title, Chono ducking underneath it, nailing Cody with the Yakuza Kick, covering! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Masahiro Chono!"
"Unbelievable, Jesse Ventura, that is a new record, what I'm being told right now! That is the fastest match in NWA history!"
"You've got to be kidding me, Monsoon, how quick was that match??"
"I'm clocking that match in at seven seconds, Jess!
"Seven seconds? Wow!"
Masahiro Chono just defeated Cody Rhodes in a matter of seven seconds and advanced to the quarterfinals in record time, the fans exploding wildly, as Chono was already gone from the ringside area! Chono arrived, won, and left in the very same manner, as Cody Rhodes was just getting back to his feet, not even knowing what the hell just ran him over, as he asked the referee what just happened, being shown the replay. Cody couldn't believe it, as he left the ring in anger, screaming that he didn't get a fair shake. Masahiro Chono had just sent payback plus interest to Cody Rhodes, as the referee escorted Cody out of the ring, we had more matches to get to.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a first round matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Arn)
Arn Anderson stood in the ring, cracking his knuckles, waiting for his opponent, as the lights cut out, and a single spotlight was shown at the entranceway. The spotlight turned from a bright white... to green!
(Play Misawa)
The return of Mitsuharu Misawa! Arn Anderson knew he was going to have his hands full as they locked up in the center of the ring, Misawa going behind and lifting Arn up in a wrestling lift, taking him down to the mat. Misawa quickly let go as Arn turned around on his knees, Misawa looking in fantastic shape as he stretched out his arms, ready to go another run. They locked up again, pushing back on each other, neither man getting any clear cut advantage, as the two men broke off, the crowd still in awe of Misawa's return, some even going so far as to chant his name!
Misawa and Arn locked up again, Misawa nailing Arn with a boot to the gut, hammering away on Arn's head, before dropping him with a body slam. Arn got back up to his feet and kicked Misawa low in the gut, sending him off the ropes, connecting with a clothesline, covering quickly. 1.... no, Misawa shot the shoulder off the mat and got back to his feet quickly, Arn locking in an arm wringer, but Misawa reversed it into an arm wringer of his own, bringing Arn into a side headlock. Arn lifted Misawa off the ground, but Misawa used the momentum to flip him into a headlock takedown.
Arn quickly got to a kneeling position, then bent back, sending Misawa's head into the mat, Misawa rolling to his feet, as the two men ran forward and collided, but neither man dropped. Arn rose his hands into the air for a test of strength, but Misawa just chopped at his chest! Arn answered back with a chop of his own! Misawa returned one! Arn fired one! Misawa nailed a headbutt, then Arn hit a european uppercut, then Misawa leveled Arn with a dropkick, sending him out of the ring! Arn rolled to his feet as Misawa leapt through the ropes with a suicide dive, driving the elbow into Arn's chest. Misawa rolled back into the ring as Arn was getting back to his feet, sliding back inside.
Misawa came off the ropes with a monster of a clothesline, taking Arn down, as Arn was getting taken to school. Misawa came off the ropes again, but Arn lifted him up and dropped his throat across the top rope, stopping the momentum. He began to kick at the back of Misawa's head, rising him up in the corner and delivering another chop to the chest. He sent Misawa out to the far corner, his back smacking the turnbuckle hard, Arn catching him with a back body drop. Misawa pulled himself up in the other corner as Arn charged in, but Misawa lifted his foot up, Arn running face first right into the boot, getting rocked back.
Misawa ran forward, driving a big boot to Arn's face, knocking him out of the ring again, but Arn landed on the apron, holding on. Misawa lifted him off the ground for a suplex, but draped him stomach first across the top rope. Misawa then backed up, and punted Arn dead in the face, knocking him straight to the floor below! Arn got back to his feet and began to walk around the ring, rolling in and rolling back out to break the count, beginning to argue with the fans. He started to climb back to the ring, when one of the fans threw their drink at Arn! Arn turned around angrily and saw CM Punk! CM Punk ran through the crowd, hopping into the ringside area, sliding into the ring, Arn quickly giving chase!
Arn slid into the ring, right into the hands of Misawa, who lifted him up and dropped him down with the Emerald Flowsion, as CM Punk fled the ring, hopping the guardrail and laughing, as Misawa hooked the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Mitsuharu Misawa!"
CM Punk pulled another fast one on the Four Horsemen, as he knocked both The Andersons out of G1, running through the crowd, as Arn gave chase. Misawa's hand was risen in victory, as he left the ring, not even breaking a sweat, but he could give a little assist to CM Punk, as Misawa's return had been triumphant thusfar, advancing to the quarterfinals.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a first round matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Koji)
Indeed, it was the Great Koji as he awaited his adversary, removing his mask and robe, sitting in the corner, staring at the entranceway.
(Play Mutoh)
Oh hell yeah! Keiji Mutoh was back and all business as Koji left the ring, charging at Mutoh, who ran all the way down the rampway, leveling Koji with a flying clothesline! He picked Koji up and rammed him face first into the guardrail, then sent him into the stairs back and shoulder first! Keiji was enraged, as the man who took him out was going to get payback, Mutoh sending Koji off the post! Koji struggled back to his feet as Mutoh dropkicked him over the railing, into the fans! Mutoh wasn't done, grabbing Koji by the hair and draping his throat across the railing, delivering a sickening knee lift to his face, busting his nose open!
Mutoh dragged him by the hair over the guard rail and sent him into the ring, Koji getting up in the corner. He kicked at Mutoh, but his foot was caught, Mutoh quickly hitting a Dragon Screw takedown, Koji's leg being ripped apart. He struggled to get back to his feet, rising to a knee, when Mutoh flew out of nowhere, connecting with the Shining Wizard! Mutoh quickly sprang to his feet, running up and jumping to the top rope in one bound, then leapt backwards with the moonsault, splashing down right upon Koji! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Keiji Mutoh!"
Wow! Chono AND Mutoh returned at G1, and just obliterated their opponents in the first round! Keiji quickly left the ring, not even celebrating, as he went to the back, his job done as so far, three of the four enemies of Chono and Mutoh were eliminated from G1, all before the quarterfinals even started! However, we still had one more match left in the first round.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final first round matchup, scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Gotoh)
(Play Bret)
Oh wow, this was gonna be the final match of the first round, Bret Hitman Hart vs. The Silent Assassin, Hirooki Gotoh. Both men ducked down, reaching their arms out, trying to feel one another out, Bret and Gotoh slapping each other's hands, going for the first grapple. Gotoh quickly sprang forward with a right hand, but it was blocked, Bret hammering away hard on Gotoh's head! He rocked him back to the ropes, sending him from the far side, but Gotoh hooked the ropes, watching Bret intently. Bret stood in the center of the ring as Gotoh came off the ropes, the two men circling each other as again, they extended their hands, trying for the grapple, as Gotoh this time sent a kick to Bret, that caught him in the midsection, Gotoh now blasting Bret in the head, rocking him to the ropes.
Gotoh sent him to the far side, lowering his head, Bret quickly hitting a sunset flip! 1.... 2.... no, Gotoh kicked out of it and swung wildly, Bret ducking underneath and hitting a backslide! 1.... 2.... no! Gotoh kicked out again and got to the ropes, pulling himself up and ran forward, Bret hitting him with a hip toss. Gotoh sprang up and ran again, getting caught with another hip toss, then an arm drag, then a drop toe hold, Bret quickly leaping up and hitting a side headlock. Gotoh pounded the mat in anger, rising Bret up for a back suplex, but Bret showed great agility, landing on his feet, going behind Gotoh for a German suplex, but Gotoh blocked it midway and rolled forward, rolling Bret in a victory roll! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it, the two men rolling to their feet as Gotoh ran forward, Bret taking him over with an arm drag, locking in a kneeling armbar, posting the arm with his knee.
Gotoh was able to turn around and flip forwards onto his feet, hitting Bret with an arm wringer, then sending hammering blows onto the shoulder. Bret was able to reverse this into an arm wringer of his own, Gotoh sending a wild right hand to Bret's face, but Bret ducked it, hooking Gotoh and dropping him with an atomic drop! Gotoh turned around into a clothesline that sent him over the top to the outside! Gotoh quickly got back up and slid into the ring, running at Bret, who caught him with ANOTHER arm drag, AGAIN going back to the kneeling arm bar, and again posting the arm with the knee. Gotoh did the same exact escape, hitting the arm wringer, but this time pulling Bret in for a short arm clothesline, but Bret was able to duck underneath it, pushing Gotoh to the ropes, going to roll him up, but Gotoh held on, Bret being sent backwards.
Bret rolled back to his feet and charged forward, but Gotoh sent a superkick straight into the gut, stopping all momentum that Bret had. He hammered down on his back, knocking Bret to a knee, going behind him and locking in a recliner. Bret got to his knees, and then eventually up to his feet, where Gotoh switched to a standing side headlock, but Bret blasted Gotoh in the stomach, breaking the hold after the third hit. Bret ran to the ropes and knocked Gotoh down with a shoulder block, running to the ropes. Gotoh quickly got up and lifted Bret into the air, but Bret was able to land on his feet behind Gotoh, hitting a German suplex with a bridge! 1.... 2.... no, Gotoh kicked out of it, getting back up.
Gotoh and Bret quickly locked up, Bret going behind, locking him in a waistlock, but Gotoh hit a standing switch, getting behind Bret, locking him in a waistlock. Bret ran forward to the ropes, falling onto the mat, sending Gotoh sailing straight through the ropes to the floor! Gotoh again hit the mats in anger, sliding into the ring quickly, and again, running at Bret, who this time, caught him with a back body drop! Gotoh got back up quickly, Bret sending him off the ropes, aiming for a clothesline, but Gotoh crucifixed around him, landing on his feet behind Bret, picking him up on his shoulders and delivering a Samoan drop! Gotoh grabbed Bret's arm and kicked at his gut, before Bret caught his foot, getting back to his feet. Gotoh went for an enziguiri, but Bret caught his leg, dropping him down for the Sharpshooter!
Gotoh scrambled to the ropes, getting underneath them and rolling to the outside, getting back on his feet, glaring angrily at Bret. He started to walk back up the ramp, gathering his thoughts a little before re-entering the ring. He slid halfway into the ring, then slid back out, breaking the count, trying to regain himself, when out of nowhere, Bret flew through the ropes, flying over Gotoh's head, Bret's knee coming straight across his face! Gotoh got back up groggily as Bret continued to hammer away, sending Gotoh back into the ring. Bret climbed up on the apron, getting halfway into the ring, when Gotoh hit him with a snap swinging neckbreaker coming in! He pulled Bret from the ropes and covered! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it, but damn that had to suck.
Gotoh knew he had to put Bret away quickly, there wasn't much time left, as he crossed his throat, lifting Bret up on his shoulders again, flipping him forward and dropping him with a neckbreaker across his knee, covering again. 1.... 2.... no! Bret was still able to kick out of it. Gotoh got back up and waited for Bret to rise, locking his wrist and going for the GoToHeaven, but Bret was able to counter into an arm drag, sending Gotoh to the outside again. The referee checked on Bret's neck, Gotoh slowly rising. Gotoh stepped onto the apron, about to enter the ring, when from out of nowhere, Chono blasted him in the back with his black bat! Gotoh fell off the apron as Chono quickly fled the scene, as the referee turned around and began to count! 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5... Gotoh got to his knees, but he was in massive amounts of pain! 6.... 7.... Gotoh tried to pull himself up to the apron. 8.... Gotoh reached up with his hand on the apron. 9..... Gotoh pulled himself up......... 10!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by countout, Bret "Hitman" Hart!"
Gotoh got counted out, and lost his opportunity to become Mr. G1, as Bret Hart won by countout, with a little help from Masahiro Chono. Gotoh reached under the ring and grabbed his staff, using it to pull himself up to his feet, as he gingerly walked to the back, his face seething with rage, obviously going to look for a little retribution from Masahiro Chono, as Bret climbed up on the middle rope and celebrated. A win was a win, no matter how you sliced it, as the cameras cut to Gorilla and Jesse.
"What a 2nd block this is shaping up to be, Jesse Ventura, a lot of vendettas are beginning to reach those boiling points, I'm not sure that anyone's going to be able to hold back any more."
"Absolutely, Gorilla Monsoon, at this point in time, I'd really hate to be Masahiro Chono, seeing as how, in the past, Gotoh and Koji have had their numbers, but now it's an even playing field with Mutoh back in the NWA, I just hope that NWA officials are able to hold those four away from each other."
"As Bret Hart leaves the ring, let's bring you up to speed here on the eight men that have advanced to the quarterfinals. We've got Alberto Del Rio, CM Punk, Mr. Perfect, Ric Flair, Masahiro Chono in a record setting seven seconds, Mitsuharu Misawa, Keiji Mutoh, and now, Bret "the Hitman" Hart."
"Now, what's interesting about this, Gorilla is that the tournament brackets we have written down may or may not happen. The winners are all going to be scrambled, so no one knows who they're going to face, it's going to be a surprise to everyone, including you and me!"
"That's going to be something else for sure, never before has this been done, as once again, the NWA breaks ground, but I'm being told that Justin Roberts is ready to take it back to the ring, the quarterfinals are just about to start!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a quarterfinal matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Flair)
(Play Bret)
You've GOT to be kidding me, Bret Hart just wrestled no more than five minutes earlier, and he had to wrestle a rested Ric Flair? Such is the nature of the tournament scramblings, as Bret Hart and Ric Flair stepped into the ring, the two men having history in the past, as the bell rang, Flair springing forward like a shark and hitting Bret in the head, rocking him to the corner. Flair chopped and punched away at Bret like a punching bag, sending Bret to the far corner, but Bret leapt up and over Flair, rolling him up from behind! 1.... 2.... no! Flair kicked out as Bret still had a lot of fight left in him, hammering away on Flair, as this wasn't even a wrestling match at this point. The two gladiators just traded right hands and reverse knife edges for what seemed like an hour until Bret ducked a right hand from Flair, quickly locking in a sleeper hold! Flair ran to the corner and ducked, Bret's face hitting the top turnbuckle as he fell onto his back, Flair covering. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out as Flair got back to his feet, wooing out to the crowd, who gave him a one-finger salute.
Flair went to pick Bret up, but he woke up with an inverted atomic drop, coming off and leveling Flair with a clothesline, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Flair got out of it as Bret went to a side armbar, keeping Flair on the mat, wrenching hard on it. Flair got back to his feet as Bret went to a hammerlock, Flair switching to one of his own, Bret able to counter into a snap mare takeover, quickly covering. 1.... 2.... no, Flair pushed his shoulder off the mat, Bret locking in a headlock, pushing the shoulders back down. 1.... 2.... no, Flair forced the shoulder off again, but Bret continued to push down, getting the shoulders back onto the mat. 1.... 2.... no, Flair rolled Bret back, sending his shoudlers down on the mat! 1.... 2.... no, Bret rolled forward, getting the shoulders off, still hanging onto the headlock. Flair got back to his feet and went to a drop toe hold, breaking the headlock, as Flair turned Bret around into a spinning toe hold, wrenching on the left leg.
Flair went for another spin, but Bret pushed him straight through the ropes to the apron, Bret slowly getting to his feet as Flair started to ascend to the top rope. Bret caught him at the corner and launched him off with a body slam from the top, Flair landing awkwardly on his hip as he got back to his feet, backing into the corner. Bret hammered away on the midsection, then rose to the head, as Flair held onto him, the referee having to come in and try and get a break, as Bret broke off. Flair then quickly slapped Bret in the face, and wooed right in it. Flair started to strut out of the corner, and turned around into a dropkick to the mouth, Flair holding onto the ropes, not falling, but definitely rocked.
Bret whipped Flair into the corner, but Flair reversed it, Bret hitting the corner chest first. He hit the mat hard as Flair dropped his signature knee right onto the forehead, covering soon after. 1.... 2.... no, Flair couldn't keep him down, Bret's first match with Gotoh starting to show its signs of fatigue on the Hitman. Flair got Bret back to his feet, hooking him up for a suplex, hitting it picture perfect, covering again. 1.... 2.... no! Bret kicked out again.
"Ya know I've gotta say, Monsoon, despite the attitude that Flair's had lately, he still is putting on one hell of a performance tonight, he made short work of Taka, and now he's taking it to the Hitman."
"I have to agree with that, but don't sell the Hitman short, we've seen what this guy can do several times, and I've got to be honest with you, he's my pick in this entire thing."
"Your money's on the Hitman?"
"Absolutely."
Bret got sent back into the corner hard, coming out and falling to his knees, as Flair picked him back up and dropped him with a body slam, having a little more time to pace himself, as he lined up for another knee drop, but missed it as Bret rolled out of the way, getting back to his feet. Bret kicked Flair hard in the face, dropping an elbow onto his face before hitting a lateral press. 1.... 2.... no, Flair was able to squirm out from the other side, pulling himself up in the corner. Bret pulled him out and sent him up and over, Flair running the apron and leaping off the top rope with a double ax, but Bret sent a right hand to the midsection, stopping Flair dead in his tracks, quickly going behind and hitting a signature russian leg sweep, covering quickly. 1.... 2.... no! Flair kicked out as Bret went to the corner, hitting the second rope, coming off with the patented elbow to Flair's face, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Flair kicked out of that as well.
The Hitman picking Flair up and delivered a backbreaker, covering right after. 1.... 2.... no! Flair kicked out of that as well, as Bret picked Flair's legs up, teasing the Sharpshooter, but driving a foot right down to the midsection, but Flair caught the foot, kicking Bret in the chest, bringing him down, as Flair struggled to get to his feet, but he held onto the leg, wooing and dancing a little bit, going for the figure four, but Bret countered right into a small package! 1.... 2.... no, Flair kicked out as Bret rolled to his feet, Flair sending him down with a clothesline.
Bret got back up, Flair hitting him with an arm wringer, but Bret sent forward a right hand, turning Flair around, Bret grabbing the tights and hitting a school boy! 1.... 2.... no, Flair kicked out of it as the two men ran at each other, nailing each other with double clotheslines! Bret slid himself over to Flair's legs, grabbing a hold of them and crossing them, applying the Sharpshooter right on the canvas, turning him around! Flair pounded the mat, shaking his head, not tapping out to the Sharpshooter! Bret leaned back, reeling harder on it, until Tully Blanchard sprinted down to the ring, reaching the apron, but Bret got up and blasted him in the face with a right hand!
The referee turned to get Tully back, as CM Punk flew from the crowd, sliding into the ring, blasting Flair with the GTS behind the referee's back! Tully then sprinted toward Punk, who leapt into the crowd and got away again as Bret turned Flair over, covering! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Bret "Hitman" Hart!"
Bret Hart just literally won two in a row, and CM Punk screwed the Four Horsemen for the third time tonight, Bret celebrating his victory, his second hard fought match, back to back, and he was advancing to the semi finals. Flair rolled out of the ring as Tully and The Andersons caught up with him, Flair was seething with rage, screaming out for Punk's ass, as the Hitman was up two, heading into the semi finals with a ton of momentum.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a quarterfinal matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Del Rio)
"My name, my name is Alberto Del Rio, and I beat Vader twice! But you already knew that! Fear not, there is no damage to me after that vicious assault by that fat bastard Vader, and Senor, let me tell you something right now, Bobby Heenan is on the phone with my attorneys, you will be hearing from my lawyers, because what you did to Ricardo was an unprovoked assault, and what you did to me after the bell rang was uncalled for and illegal! But on to my next opponent! No matter who you are, just remember that you will be defeated by the greatest wrestler of all time! Me! Alberto Del Rio!"
(Play Mr. Perfect)
Ohhhh yeah! Del Rio opened his mouth again, and the tournament scramblings drew Del Rio and Mr. Perfect together in the quarter finals, as Del Rio was infuriated, screaming at the referee, when Mr. Perfect came from behind and wrapped Del Rio's face in the towel, the bell ringing! Perfect just beat the hell out of Del Rio as he sent him out of the corner with a hip toss. Perfect grabbed the towel and wiped his ass with it, then threw it behind his back at Del Rio's face! Del Rio charged forward, but Perfect sidestepped him, sending him into the turnbuckles, grabbing the tights and hitting a school boy! 1.... 2.... 3NO, Del Rio almost lost it right there, as he sprang up to his feet, getting caught in the face with a dropkick! Del Rio got back to his feet, running at Perfect who sent him sailing over the top to the outside! Del Rio got back to his feet and started walking up the ramp!
Perfect had none of this and flew over the top rope, landing on his feet, turning Del Rio around, but he threw powder at Perfect! Perfect ducked it and Del Rio turned around into a slap in the face! Perfect blasted Del Rio's head into the railing, then irish whipped him into the apron, catching him with a back body drop on the rampway! Del Rio got to his knees, but Perfect delivered a knee lift to the jaw, knocking him down. He sent Del Rio into the ring, picking him up and hitting a body slam, covering quickly. 1.... 2.... no, Del Rio kicked out and pulled himself up by the corner, Perfect hitting him with a reverse knife edge! He sent Del Rio out of the corner with a belly to belly suplex, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Del Rio kicked out of it, barely being able to get his wits about him as Perfect came off the ropes with a clothesline, knocking Del Rio back down. He went to the outside, climbing up on the top rope, leaping off and connecting with a picture perfect missile dropkick to Del Rio's face, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Del Rio still kicked out of it!
He scrambled up to the corner where Perfect was waiting for him, coming in, but Del Rio jabbed a thumb into the eye, going to the top rope. Perfect got his sight back about him and dropkicked Del Rio's knee out from under him, causing him to crotch the corner! Perfect sent forth a right hand that rocked Del Rio on the corner, Perfect coming up there to meet him, hooking him up for a superplex. He lifted off, drilling down with the superplex with such impact that Del Rio rolled to the outside of the ring! Perfect walked over, but the referee pushed him back, laying the count on Del Rio. He got back to the apron, Perfect sending a right hand, but Del Rio caught it and snapped his arm over the top rope, getting back into the ring. He grabbed Perfect's left arm and brought his knees up, crashing the elbow into the knees.
Del Rio was now in control as he hammered down on the left arm and shoulder, locking in an arm wringer, hammering away on the shoulder and elbow. He sent Perfect into the corner, leveling him with a reverse knife edge. Perfect answered back with a right hand, Del Rio kicking at the midsection, and locking in another side armbar, dropping him with an armbreaker DDT, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out, Del Rio locking in a side armbar, continuing to put the pressure on the left arm and shoulder. Perfect got back to his feet, Del Rio switching behind to a hammerlock. Perfect sent back an elbow, breaking away, but Del Rio buried the knee deep into the midsection as Perfect was coming back, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out of it, Del Rio lifting him back up, locking in a front hammerlock, dropping Perfect with a hammerlock slam. He covered quickly after that. 1.... 2.... no, Del Rio couldn't keep Perfect down, but he went back to the side armbar, continuing to crank up the pressure.
Perfect got back to his feet, trying to break free of the armbar, but Del Rio was persistent, keeping the pressure on, switching back to a hammerlock, then to a top wristlock, bending Mr. Perfect backwards. Perfect grabbed onto the top rope with his other hand, performing a backflip and landing on his feet, breaking the wristlock! Perfect came back around and hooked Del Rio for a suplex, but dropped him chest first onto the rope, hanging him out to dry. Perfect then hooked him up for another suplex, bringing him in the hard way, floating over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Del Rio still kicked out of it, rolling up to his feet, hitting the running enziguiri right on the left arm! Perfect dropped fast, holding his arm in pain, as the referee went to check on him.
Del Rio shoved the referee out of the way, knocking him down, which turned out to be a huge mistake as Mr. Perfect hit a perfect field goal right between Del Rio's legs while the referee was trying to get back up! Del Rio was certainly incapacitated, Mr. Perfect hooking him up, hitting the Perfect-Plex! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Mr. Perfect!"
Mr. Perfect, by more crook than hook, just avenged his defeat to Alberto Del Rio, beating him in the quarterfinals of G1. So far, Bret Hart and Mr. Perfect were locked into the brackets for the semi finals, as Del Rio screamed at the referee that he kicked him low, but the ref obviously couldn't call what he couldn't see, as Mr. Perfect just got one up on Del Rio, proving that once again, the Perfect wrestler is always thinking, and is always one step ahead of the competition.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a quarterfinal matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Chono)
Masahiro Chono, certainly the freshest competitor of G1 thusfar, awaited his opponent. What if it was Keiji? What would happen then. Only time would tell as Chono waited for his opponent...
(Play CM Punk)
These two were certainly no strangers to each other, as Chono and Punk circled each other, Chono backing Punk into the corner, charging in, but Punk was able to slide out from the corner, Chono missing his mark, as he turned around at Punk, who was devious inside that ring. They locked up, Chono pushing Punk back to the corner easily, as the referee ordered the break, but got none from either man, as Punk started to ascend the ropes, actually walking the top rope, jumping over Chono, getting behind him, as they broke off, staring at each other. Chono looked back at the top rope, then at Punk and gave him a little smirk, circling back aroung him, Punk keeping cautious. They locked up, Chono again pushing Punk to the corner, but this time, breaking off cleanly, but Punk slapped him in the face!
Chono started seething with rage as Punk left the ring, Chono giving chase! Punk slid back into the ring, Chono sliding in after him, Punk catching him with a jumping leg lariat, but Chono caught him in mid air and slammed him down with a powerbomb, holding onto Punk, lifting him up and slamming him again! Chono kicked at Punk's head, keeping him down on the mat, Punk almost regretting that he made Chono angry, as he was sent into the ropes. Chono missed a clothesline, Punk leaping with a cross body block! 1.... 2.... no, Chono kicked out of it, sending Punk out of the ring.
Punk leapt up onto the apron, waiting for Chono to get back up, springboarding off the rope with a clothesline, but Chono spinebusted him out of the air, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out, rising up in the corner. Chono ran forward, receiving a face full of boot, Punk leaping up to the second rope, coming off with a dropkick, knocking Chono down. Chono got back up to his feet, Punk whipping him off the ropes. Chono reversed Punk, missing another clothesline, Punk coming off with another cross body, but Chono caught him in mid air, hitting him with a backbreaker, then lifted him up, delivering a fallaway slam, sending Punk across the ring. Punk pulled himself up by the ropes, getting clotheslined over the top to the floor.
Punk got up to his feet, Chono flying through the air with a suicide shoulder block, knocking Punk down. He lifted him up and sent Punk headfirst into the stairs, Chono was here to win. He sent Punk back into the ring, sliding in after him, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out of it, barely getting a shoulder up. Chono picked him up and slammed him down hard, hitting the corner, looking to end this quickly. He ran forward with the Yakuza Kick, but Punk jumped up and hit a frankensteiner, spiking Chono's head into the mat! Punk got back up and delivered kicks to the legs and the midsection, coming off the ropes, but Chono nailed him with a lariat, turning him inside out.
Chono fixed his gloves, picking Punk up, Punk waking up with a dropkick to the chest that rocked Chono to the corner. Punk quickly ran, nailing the rising knee, coming out with the bulldog, but Chono muscled him up, throwing Punk across the ring, but Punk was able to land on his feet! He ran forward, Chono going for another clothesline, but Punk crucifixed around him, hitting a crucifix DDT, Chono getting drilled into the mat! Punk scrambled over, hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... no! Chono kicked out, being dizzy.
Punk got back to his feet, waiting for Chono to rise, going for the GTS, but Chono quickly broke out of it, nailing Punk with a chop block, going to lock in the Deathlock STF, but Punk grabbed the rope, pulling himself out to the apron. Punk grabbed Chono's head and guillotined him, rocking him back, as Punk leapt off the top rope with a springboard clothesline, taking Chono down, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Chono kicked out, getting back to his feet, Punk readying his leg like a shotgun, swinging with the roundhouse, but Chono caught his foot, nailing him with a capture suplex! Punk rolled back up to his feet, taking a Yakuza Kick straight in the face, knocking him out of the ring! Punk got back to his feet and was blasted out of nowhere with Gotoh's staff, the referee calling for the bell! What the hell was Gotoh hitting Punk for?
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification... CM Punk!"
Chono threw the referee out of the ring and sprinted up the ramp, chasing after Gotoh! Gotoh just cost Chono his spot in G1, and Chono was none too happy about it, as Punk got back into the ring, wondering what the hell that was all about, when he turned around into a AA Spinebuster! Arn Anderson got retribution for earlier tonight, CM Punk was definitely feeling the pain for sure, as the rest of the Horsemen came out to bring Arn back to the backstage area, high fiving all the way around, as Punk just glared on angrily, he got another win under his belt, but he was feeling the worse for the wear right now, our final quarterfinal match about to get underway.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final quarterfinal matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play Misawa)
(Play Mutoh)
Oh wow, Keiji Mutoh vs. Mitsuharu Misawa, this was going to be a wrestling clinic as the bell sounded, and we were off and running, Misawa and Mutoh meeting face to face.
"You know the last time these two wrestled, Misawa was undefeated, and Keiji was the first guy to almost beat him legitimately, Jesse."
"I'll tell you this right now, Monsoon, I don't even want to try and predict a winner, I just want to sit back and enjoy this, Misawa and Mutoh are gonna put on one hell of a match here."
They locked up in the center of the ring, both men jocking for position, neither man getting an advantage as they broke off, circling each other, Misawa calling for a test of strength, which Keiji easily obliged. They clasped hands and pressed against each other, trying to will the other one down, but neither man had the advantage, it was dead even, as the camera flashes were just everywhere. They broke off again, these two were dead even in almost every way, the two men locking up one last time, Mutoh quickly switching behind and hitting a snap back suplex, dropping Misawa on the back of his head. Misawa sprang up to his feet, looking at Keiji, before coming out of the corner.
Keiji closed the distance with a kick, but Misawa fired back with an overhand chop, Keiji firing back with a mongolian chop, Misawa returning with a kick, then an elbow to the back of the head, sending Keiji off the ropes. He went for a clothesline but Mutoh rolled underneath it, springing up and nailing Misawa with a dropkick, rocking him back. Keiji ran forward, Misawa sending him over the top to the floor, but Mutoh landed on the apron, springing back in with a headscissor takedown, Misawa rolling to his feet with the momentum, coming off the ropes with a shoulder block that took Mutoh down.
Misawa went for an elbow and missed as Keiji dropped one and missed as well, both of them getting up as Misawa blocked a right, then Keiji blocked a right, Misawa fired a chop to Mutoh, who answered right back with a chop of his own. Misawa sent forth a headbutt, Mutoh answering with a kick to the thigh. Misawa nailed Mutoh with a palm strike to the side of the head, Mutoh hitting an elbow to the side of Misawa's head, the two men just sending bombs each other's way, neither man backing down for a second. Misawa sent Keiji into the corner, but was reversed as Misawa hit the turnbuckle hard, Keiji coming in with a cartwheel back elbow, but was caught, Misawa launching him with a release German suplex, but Keiji flipped over and landed on his feet, Misawa turning around as both men went for a dropkick and connected with each other's feet, both men rolling to their feet.
They ran full speed ahead and collided, neither man dropping, as Misawa called Keiji on, Mutoh running off the ropes with a clothesline that Misawa ducked underneath, hooking his arm and hitting a quick vertical suplex, covering. 1.... no, Mutoh kicked out at one, getting back up and sending Misawa down with a snapmare takedown, covering. 1.... no, Misawa kicked out quickly, Keiji nailing him in the jaw with a back elbow, finally actually getting some momentum as he sent Misawa into the corner, hitting him with a running palm strike to the face. Misawa fell to a knee, Mutoh stomping at his head, as he ascended to the top rope, catching Misawa on the top of the head with a double ax, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Misawa kicked out.
Misawa got back to his feet, Mutoh running forward but was caught in a tiltawhirl backbreaker, Misawa quickly covering. 1.... 2.... no, Keiji got a shoulder up, but Misawa was in control now, picking him up and drilling him with a sidewalk slam. He picked Keiji back up and sent him hard into the corner, catching him coming out with a back body drop, then another backbreaker, then a back suplex with a bridge. 1.... 2.... no, Keiji again kicked out as Misawa hammered down on his back, sending him to the far corner, charging in, but Keiji jumped over and rolled Misawa up in a school boy! 1.... 2.... no, Misawa kicked out and dropped Keiji with a huge boot to the face, knocking him down again.
Misawa picked him up and dropped him down with a spike DDT on top of his head, then dropped an elbow to the back of the neck. He picked Mutoh up and delivered a neckbreaker not once, but twice, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Keiji kicked out again, pulling himself up to the corner. Misawa came forward, but Keiji kicked him in the gut, sending him into the corner, chopping at his chest. Misawa came out of the corner into a standing frankenstein, Mutoh punching away at Misawa's head, quickly springing to his feet, coming off the ropes with a flashing elbow to Misawa's face, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he got the shoulder up as Mutoh got back to his feet.
Keiji sat in the corner, waiting for Misawa to rise, coming with the Shining Wizard, but Misawa caught his feet and crossed them, quickly locking in a Texas cloverleaf, or so we thought. Instead of turning him over, Misawa slingshotted Keiji from the cloverleaf position, Mutoh smacking the top turnbuckle face first! Misawa got back up and delivered a release German suplex, dropping Mutoh on the back of his neck, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Keiji still kicked out. Mutoh got back to his feet, Misawa coming in fast, Keiji sending a superkick straight into Misawa's mouth, knocking him out! He quickly climbed the rope, leaping off with the moonsault, but Misawa rolled out of the way, Mutoh crashing and burning on the mat! Misawa rose up to the top himself, leaping with the Emerald Moonsault, but Keiji got his feet up and drilled them straight into Misawa's face! Mutoh got an arm over Misawa after that, that had to be it! 1.... 2.... no!
Misawa barely kicked out of that one as Keiji was getting back to his feet, going back to the top rope, waiting for Misawa to rise. Keiji leapt high, but Misawa went for a dropkick, Mutoh doing a split leg in mid air, avoiding the dropkick completely, landing on his feet! Misawa got to a knee and Mutoh charged in with the Shining Wizard again, but Misawa fell right to his back, Mutoh hitting the second turnbuckle face first! Misawa got back behind him and hooked him up for a reverse suplex, but Mutoh hooked the head and reversed it into an Asai DDT, hooking the leg right after! 1.... 2.... no! Misawa got a shoulder up somehow, Mutoh not believing it!
He looked at the referee as Misawa got back to his feet, turning Keiji around for the Emerald Flowsion, but Keiji fought out of it, sending Misawa into the corner, coming in with the cartwheel elbow, nailing Misawa right in the face! He quickly grabbed a hold of the head and hit the bulldog in the center of the ring, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Misawa still kicked out of it, as the fans began to boo, as The Great Koji started to come down to the ring! He didn't get far as Chono came from behind, nailing him in the back with the ball bat, keeping Koji away from the ring! Chono battled Koji all the way back as Mutoh turned around, into the Emerald Flowsion, but he still fought out of it somehow!
Keiji kicked at Misawa's knee with a dropkick, running off the ropes, coming for the Shining Wizard for the third time, but Misawa rose up and launched Mutoh up into the air, Mutoh catching his balance on the top rope, jumping and turning in mid air, nailing the Shining Wizard off the top rope, catching Misawa square in the face, quickly hooking the legs! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Keiji Mutoh!"
What an outstanding fast paced matchup, Mutoh became only the third man in NWA history to defeat the legendary Mitsuharu Misawa, with some quick thinking, he advanced into the final four of Block B, as Misawa stood up on his feet and shook the hand of Mutoh, a great deal of mutual respect being shown between the guys right there, as we cut back to ringside.
"We're down to four, Ventura!"
"Yes we are, Keiji Mutoh now joins CM Punk, Mr. Perfect, and Bret the Hitman Hart! This is shaping up to be one of the greatest G1 tournaments I've ever been a part of!"
"Absolutely it is, right now though, let's take you to Todd Grisham who's in the back with one Cody Rhodes!"
"Thank you Gorilla, I'm standing here with Cody Rhodes, and Cody-"
"What you saw out there was bull****! I didn't get a fair shake out there, Alberto Del Rio got cheated in the first round, you all saw it plain as day!"
"Hey, Rhodes, you see that pendejo Bischoff around here? You're the tag team champions, I'm the United States Champion, we don't deserve this kind of treatment!"
"You guys are absolutely right!"
"I know we're right, Bobby!"
"This is an absolute travesty! This is an, it's an, a-a-a-a-an enrage!"
"Don't you mean an outrage, Heenan?"
"Get off my case you stupid Humanoid! I swear, I will get to the bottom of this, I can guarantee..."
"Well Jesse Ventura, it looks like the Million Dollar Family isn't too pleased with how this night's turned out!"
"Well, I can't exactly blame them, you know Cody Rhodes did NOT get a fair shake out there, and Alberto Del Rio did get placed with that vicious animal Vader, Bobby Heenan has every right to be upset."
"Well, let's not waste any more time, we've got two more matches tonight, so let's take you down to the final two matches!"

[DM]

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a semifinal matchup scheduled for one fall!"
(Play CM Punk)
(Play Mr. Perfect)
Oh this was gonna be good, CM Punk, still a little battle weary from the post match beating from Arn Anderson vs. Mr. Perfect, these two stood in the middle of the ring, Punk talking trash to Perfect, who just chewed his gum, smirking the entire time. CM Punk took his t-shirt off and threw it at Mr. Perfect, who caught it in his hand and looked it over, throwing it behind his back right onto Punk's shoulder perfectly, the referee ordering the two men to back off, the bell ringing.
They charged in like two wild bulls, Perfect quickly hitting a bodyslam, but Punk sprang up to his feet, quickly locking in an arm wringer, Perfect countering with one of his own, slamming Punk's shoulder right into his, hitting a Northern lights suplex! 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out, getting back to his feet, Perfect hammering him into the corner with kicks and right hands, pulling Punk out by the hair and hitting him with a knee lift, knocking him down. He picked Punk back up and sent him into the corner, hitting him with a reverse knife edge, Punk reversing Perfect into it and delivering one of his own! He pulled Perfect out of the corner and dropped him with a suplex, floating over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out of it, Punk latching onto a reverse chinlock with a bodyscissor, keeping Perfect down. Perfect quickly grabbed the rope, the referee ordering the break as Punk broke on three, getting back to the middle of the ring.
Perfect got back to his feet, circling around each other as they locked up, Perfect going behind and dropping Punk with a trip from behind before smacking the back of Punk's head, riling him up. Punk got angry and charged forward, Perfect sidestepping him and sending him shoulder first into the ring post, Punk rolling back into a neckbreaker, Perfect covering. 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out, Perfect wasting no time and kicking at Punk's head. Punk rolled to the ropes as Perfect continued to hammer away, sending him off the ropes, catching him with a shot to the midsection. He hooked Punk up for another suplex, but Punk blocked it with his leg, rolling Perfect up in a small package! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect got the shoulder up as Punk was rolling up to his feet, taking Perfect up and over with a clothesline, Perfect hitting the floor hard.
Punk waited for him to rise, leaping over the top with a plauncha, crashing down on him, hammering away on his head before rolling back into the ring, the referee beginning his count down on Perfect. He got back to his feet and collected his thoughts before re-entering the ring at a count of seven, closing the distance with Punk as the two started to talk smack, Punk pushing Perfect back, Mr. Perfect retaliated by spitting his gum at Punk! Punk mouthed out something that had to be censored and fired a right hand, but Perfect blocked it, nailing Punk in the face with rights, rocking him back. He fired Punk off the ropes and missed a clothesline as Punk slid between his legs, coming up with a dropkick that took Perfect right out of his boots, as Punk drove his head into the turnbuckle, stomping away at his midsection in the corner, before pulling him out and driving him with a gutwrench suplex, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out, Punk was starting to hold his back in pain, the other two matches really taking a toll on his body.
Punk rose up gingerly as Perfect got back to his feet and hammered down on the back, keeping the focus simple, grabbing Punk by the arm and pulling him into an arm wringer, but Punk brought forth the roundhouse, Perfect ducking it, still holding onto the arm, but Punk rolled forward, sending Perfect face first into the turnbuckle, lifting him up for the GTS early, but Perfect slid out of it and locked in a sleeper hold. Punk got to the corner and walked the buckles, flipping over Perfect and dropkicking him in the face, knocking him down in the corner.
Punk rose for the running knee, but Perfect ran forward and caught him with a running dropkick straight in the face, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Punk shot a shoulder off the canvas as Perfect slowly rose to his feet, grabbing Punk from behind and going for a german suplex, but Punk held onto the rope, the referee ordering the break, but Punk broke it himself with an elbow to the face. Punk ran forward and was caught in a hip toss, the momentum bringing him to a seated position as Perfect back up and ran forward, catching Punk with his signature rolling neck snap, damaging Punk's neck, covering after that. 1.... 2.... no, Punk got his foot on the rope, good ring presence there, as Perfect dragged him to the center of the ring and covered again! 1.... 2.... no, Punk kicked out, Perfect covering him again, this time hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... no! Again, Punk kicked out.
Perfect was getting a little frustrated, he picked Punk up, Punk woke up with a right, left, backhand, spinning backhand, a kick to the gut, then to the face, going for the roundhouse, but Punk's leg was caught, Perfect spinning him around, missing a clothesline, Punk swung with the roundhouse again, catching Perfect in the side of the head, spinning him around into the corner! Punk ran forward, catching the running knee, coming out with the bulldog, covering Perfect! 1.... 2.... no! Perfect kicked out, despite his bell being rung in that flurry, Punk starting to build a little more momentum. Perfect got back to his feet and was taken down with a bodyslam, Punk going to the top rope, raising his fingers in the air for a flying elbow drop, but Perfect kicked the referee into the ropes, Punk crotching the corner!
The referee reprimanded Perfect, but he didn't listen, sending forth an uppercut that rocked Punk back, going to superplex him from the top rope, but Punk fought back, firing rights and headbutts, but Perfect fought back, he wouldn't go down. Punk sent a Mongolian Chop to Perfect's collarbone, then kicked him off the top rope, Perfect flying halfway across the ring, as Punk rose up again. He had a long, long way to jump, as he rose his fingers up, leaping... crashing down onto Mr. Perfect with the elbow! He hooked the legs! 1.... 2.... no! Perfect kicked out of it!
The replays showed the insane jump, halfway across the ring, as Punk screamed out "It's Clobberin' Tiiiiiiiime!" calling for the GTS as Mr. Perfect was wobbly, Punk turning him around, lifting him onto his shoulders! Punk called out "Mr. G1!" and dropped Perfect for the GTS, but at the last second, Perfect caught his leg and quickly countered into the Perfect-Plex, Punk struggling to kick out! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Mr. Perfect!"
CM Punk kicked out right AFTER the three count, Mr. Perfect countered the GTS straight into the Perfect-Plex, CM Punk not even seeing that one coming as he was beaten cleanly straight in the middle of the ring in a split-second counter! The fans gave Mr. Perfect a standing ovation for that counter, as the replays showed it time and time again, the fans being in absolute awe every single time they saw it, as CM Punk approached Mr. Perfect and raised his hand up, saying to him "Ya got me. Take it all the way." CM Punk rose Mr. Perfect's hand up and told him to take it all the way, Mr. Perfect was in the finals of Block B in a hotly contested matchup!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final match of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall, with the winner to meet Mr. Perfect in the Block B finals tomorrow night at NWA Sin!"
(Play Bret)
(Play Muta)
Ohhhhhh man, Bret Hart wasn't facing Keiji Mutoh, he was facing The Great Muta. Muta took off his mask to reveal pink and black face paint, obviously playing head games with the Hitman, as the two men stood in the center of the ring... Muta extending his hand! The Hitman took it and shook his hand in a tremendous show of respect, the fans exploding for that, as the bell sounded, Bret quickly closing the distance, locking up with Muta. The Hitman went behind and locked in a waistlock, keeping Muta locked in, Muta quickly switching behind, going from the waistlock to a hammerlock, wrenching hard on it, as Bret bent down, grabbing Muta's foot, tripping him up, but Muta kicked him off the ropes, quickly catching Bret in a small package! 1.... 2.... Bret pushed his weight down onto Muta, pushing his shoulders down! 1.... 2.... no, Muta kicked out, getting to his feet faster, catching Bret with a dropkick, but Bret got right back up. Muta sent another one into Bret's face, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out quickly, Muta picking him up and sending him to the ropes.
Bret hooked the ropes, Muta charging forward and getting backdropped over the top, but landing on the apron, as Bret turned around, getting hit with a shoulder block, then a sunset flip! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it as Muta swung wildly, Bret hooking his arms, going for a backslide, but Muta flipped over it, landing on his feet and drilling Bret with a DDT, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it, Muta pulling himself up by the ropes, coming off and dropping not one, but two flashing elbows onto Bret's chest, rolling back to his feet, waiting for him to rise. Bret got back to his feet, Muta kicking him in the stomach, loading him up for a suplex, but Bret went up and over, pushing Muta to the ropes, going to roll him up, but Muta held onto the ropes, sending Bret backward. Bret used the momentum and flew at Muta with a cross body that sent both men over the top to the floor, Muta landing straight on his head!
The referee checked on both men, then went to counting them out, getting to about four before both men started to move. Bret got back into the ring at six, then broke the count by pushing the ref back, allowing Muta to get back into the ring. Bret stuck his leg out to Muta, trying to feed it to him as Muta went for it, Bret sprang forward, grabbing him in a side headlock, switching it to a hammerlock, as Muta grabbed Bret's head and went straight over the top, landing behind Bret, locking in a sleeper hold! Bret ran to the corner and ducked, Muta's face smacking the top turnbuckle, Bret running in and catching a superkick in the jaw, Muta covering! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out again as Muta was in control for the most part, catching Bret rising with a kick to the face, knocking him upright. Muta ran forward, Bret back dropping him, Muta landing hard on his back, rising up in the corner, as Bret mounted him for a ten punch.
Bret came down and pulled Muta off the corner, hitting a picture perfect vertical suplex, floating over for the cover, pressing the shoudlers down. 1.... 2.... no, Muta squirmed out, the face paint starting to chip away as Bret went to a side headlock, trying to slow the pace down. He cranked the pressure on Muta's neck, pushing him off the ropes and sending a forearm down into the lower back. He grabbed Muta's tights for leverage, sending a headbutt down into the lower back, before dropping Muta with a backbreaker, but Muta sprang right back up and caught Bret surprised with a cross armbreaker!
Bret quickly rolled backwards, breaking the hold, grabbing a hold of Muta's legs and slingshotting him into the corner, but Muta jumped up and leapt backwards, turning in midair with a flying body press, crashing right down onto Bret! 1.... 2.... no, Bret pushed Muta off, getting back to his feet, Muta charging at him with a running dropkick, but Bret caught his feet, going for the Sharpshooter, but Muta twisted his legs, flipping Bret onto his back. Bret got up quickly, sending Muta down with a headlock takedown, but Muta headscissored, breaking it quickly. Bret got to his feet, and Muta locked in a headlock takedown, Bret headscissoring Muta, but Muta rolled onto Bret, pushing his shoulders down. 1.... 2.... Bret bridged up, turning Muta around for another backslide, and Muta again flipped over, landing on his feet, but Bret quickly turned that into a small package! 1.... 2.... no, Muta kicked out, kicking Bret in the gut, bringing him to his hands and knees, locking his arm and hitting a grapevine crucifix! 1.... 2.... no, Bret barely kicked out of that, springing up to his feet.
Muta quickly hit a side headlock, sending Bret off the ropes, missing the clothesline, as Bret nailed him with a running dropkick, quickly grabbing his head, as he landed awkwardly on it! The referee slid right down to Bret's face as Muta held himself up by the ropes, going to close the distance, but the referee pushed Muta back, Bret holding his head in pain, as Muta turned around, Bret sprang up to his feet, pushed the ref aside and hooked Muta in a school boy, hooking the tights! 1.... 2.... no! Muta barely kicked out, sticking his fingers in his throat as Bret backed off, knowing that Muta was about to spit mist. Muta was pissed off to say the least, but he turned around and spat the green mist over the post, almost firing that straight at Bret's face, but Muta cooled down for a little while.
Muta turned around to see Bret charging at him, but Muta irish whipped him to the other corner, Bret reversing him, but Muta reversed him back, sending Bret sternum first into the corner! Bret hit the mat hard as Muta covered him. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out, Muta really taking the wind out of him the replays showing it again. Muta got back to his feet, waiting for Bret to rise, going for a standing frankensteiner, but Bret caught his legs and crossed them, Muta falling right into a Sharpshooter! He quickly grabbed the ropes and pulled himself underneath, sliding out of the ring and onto the apron, grabbing Bret from behind and snapping his neck back on the top rope.
Muta ran the apron and climbed the top rope, leaping with the damndest missile dropkick in existence, square in the mouth of the Hitman, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Bret still kicked out of it but barely, Muta climbing up to the top rope again, waiting for Bret to rise. He got back up and turned around, Muta coming off with a high flying body press, but Bret rolled through, hooking the legs! 1.... 2.... no! Muta kicked out! 10,000 mph this match was going as Bret got back to his feet and charged at Muta, nailing him with a flying clothesline, covering right after! 1.... 2.... no! Muta kicked out again, this match was getting exhausting to call!
"I can't take this anymore, Monsoon! This is an impossible match to call!"
"These two are pulling out all the stops here, there's no telling who's going to stop at this point!"
"I'm being told right now that we have ten minutes left in the matchup!"
"One of these guys needs to put the other away!"
Muta sprang to his feet and leveled Bret with a German suplex, rising up and bridging backwards, holding him down! 1.... 2.... NO! Damn it, Bret kicked out again as Muta rose to the top rope, waiting for him to rise as Bret got up and turned around, catching Muta on top, going up there to meet him! Bret hooked him up for a superplex, but Muta shifted his weight at the last second, landing back on the top turnbuckle, nailing Bret in the face with a headbutt, then leaping over with a super sunset flip powerbomb, drilling Bret into the canvas, hooking the legs! 1.... 2.... NO! Bret still managed to kicked out of it somehow, as Muta wasn't slowing down at all, going BACK to the top rope! It was working, so why stop now? Bret got back up and Muta leapt, Bret sending a right hand right into the midsection, bending Muta over, Bret hitting a russian leg sweep, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Muta fired his shoulder off the canvas, but Bret picked him right back up and drilled him headfirst with a piledriver! Bret went for the cover again. 1.... 2.... no! Muta kicked out AGAIN!
Bret got back to his feet, picking Muta up and dropping him with a backbreaker, electing not to go for the cover. He rose to the second rope, going for the elbow, but Muta stuck his foot out at the last second, blasting Bret dead between the eyes, rolling over for the cover! 1.... 2.... no! Jesus Christ, this match was still going as fast as it was, as Muta got up and waited in the corner, Bret rising to a knee, Muta charging forward and nailing Bret with the Shining Wizard, it was over and done! Muta hooked the leg, he was going to the finals! 1.... 2.... no, Bret's free leg hit the bottom rope, excellent ring presence by the Hitman!
Dear God, the fans were getting exhausted, the face paint completely gone from Muta's face, as Muta still had more tricks up his sleeve, grabbing Bret's legs, but Bret came alive, kicking Muta off, rolling to his stomach. Muta jumped over him, Bret going for a leapfrog, but Muta grabbed him and placed him on his shoulders, going for a death valley driver, but Bret countered into a crucifix pin! 1.... 2.... NO! There must've been 100 near falls in this match already, and it was still going! There had to be a winner soon, or the time would run out!
Muta sent Bret into the corner hard, going for the cartwheel elbow, but Bret moved, Muta hitting the corner hard, as Bret hit the backbreaker again, then went to the second rope, connecting with the elbow to Muta's face, covering! 1.... 2.... NO! Damn it, what was it going to take? Bret wasn't discouraged at all as he went to the top rope, this wasn't a good idea as Muta got back to his feet and caught Bret up there, leaping off with a super hurricanranna, drilling Bret into the canvas, covering! 1.... 2.... NO! Son of a bitch, this was getting out of control!
Muta got back to his feet and couldn't believe it, but went back up to the ropes, leaping off with the moonsault, but Bret rolled out of the way, Muta crashing and burning as Bret rolled over, hooking both legs! 1.... 2.... NO! Muta still kicked out of it, as this match was nearing the time limit! Bret picked Muta up and got a face full of green mist! Muta pulled it out after all, going to the top rope, waiting for Bret to rise, as he leapt off with a missile dropkick, but Bret stepped back and caught his legs, crossing them for the Sharpshooter, but Muta grabbed his hair and pulled him into a small package! 1.... 2.... Bret shifted his weight and pushed Muta's shoulders down! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Bret "Hitman" Hart!"
Holy shit, what a contest! What a main event to cap off the night as Bret Hart, green face and all, was able to pull it off in the end, not against Keiji Mutoh, but against The Great Muta, as Bret The Hitman Hart was going to the finals of Block B! The fans rose to their feet in mutual admiration of both men, as Muta rose up to his feet, in utter disbelief, he came SO CLOSE last year, and he was JUST as close this year, if not a little bit closer to making it to all the way, but he was stopped by the Excellence of Execution, Bret the Hitman Hart.
Bret got back to his feet and Muta called him over, shaking his hand and embracing him in the center of the ring before leaving to allow the victor to have his moment, but Bret wouldn't be able to rest easy, as the show faded to black, Bret Hart would have two more hard fought matches to win if he wanted to call himself Mr. G1.