Post by DM on May 28, 2012 2:07:15 GMT
NWA Sin - All Sins Will Be Atoned
Excel Energy Center
The Ultimate Sin - Ozzy Osbourne.
Dark Matches
Owen Hart def. Billy Kidman
Tamina defs. Lita, Natalya, Toyota
Ultimo Dragon. defs. Tiger Mask IV
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, after two exhausting days of wrestling we have arrived at the climax of G1, a new winner will be crowned tonight, four major titles on the line, Gotoh against Rick Steamboat and the big one, Sid against Sting."
"NWA never fails to bring you everything we have, tonight I have a feeling that Johnny Nitro might be the one walking out of here tonight G1 Champion. As far as Steamboat and Gotoh are concerned, Ricky has him out classed. Sting on the other hand is in big big trouble."
"Lets take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to NWA Sin, this opening contest scheduled for one fall is the final round of Block A of the G1 Climax."
[Play Out]
Nitro with Melina and Savage with Liz, a rematch from last years Uncensored indeed as Liz took his robe and Melina gave last minute instructions as the bell rang. Both of them moved around the ring, locking up as Nitro pushed him back, Savage quickly coming off the rope, missing a clothesline as Nitro caught him with an armdrag and locked it in, Savage rising to his feet and punched his way free. He locked with Nitro and hit to his ribs with a knee, tossing him to the ropes as Nitro held on and slid to the floor for a breather.
Savage held the rope down for him to reenter as Nitro slid in, locking up again though Savage dropped him with an armdrop then a hiptoss, going for a punch but Nitro rolled back out to the floor. He had beaten him before and had to keep calm, rolling inside and locked up again, Savage pushing him to the corner as Nitro reversed it, breaking it up then slapped him over the face.
Randy would charge in getting hit with a drop toe hold then a dropkick to the face, Nitro following up with a hiptoss then firemans carry, locking in a headlock as Randy forced himself up. He would fight out with his elbows, coming off the rope though Nitro swung wild with a spinkick, Savage ducking and caught him with an inverted atomic drop with a punch down.
He punched him down again, then again, picking him up in a gorilla press and slammed him down, Nitro staggering up then was clotheslined out to the floor. Melina yelled at him to get up, Nitro rising as he was hit with a baseball slide to the barrier from Savage. He moved to the floor, hitting over his back and tossed him into the ring though Melina grabbed at his ankle, Savage kicking her off as Nitro caught him with a kick to the gut then went to ram him into the post. Savage blocked with his foot and smashed Nitro into the buckle, climbing up but Nitro hit the rope. Savage crotched the rope as Nitro climbed up, hitting over his back and superplexed him down, rolling up and suplexed him following up with a clothesline to the floor.
Liz moved over, helping Savage back up as Nitro leapt over the rope with a corkscrew tope' crashing down upon him then started to hit over his head. Nitro rose him up and tossed him to the ring, Savage irish whipping as Nitro hit back first into the apron then backbodydropped upon the steel ramp. Savage tossed him inside and hit the top rope, coming down with a double ax over the back of the head then slammed him with a bodyslam, coming off the rope as Melina tripped Savage up. He turned around and pointed at her, warning her about doing that again as he turned right into a rising knee from Nitro whom hit over his head as he was against the ropes.
Nitro clocked him good then locked him in the ropes, starting to hit over his head again as the ref pushed him back, helping Savage out as Nitro blasted him with a hard crossbody block, Nitro positioning himself and went for a bulldog, Savage pushing him off as Nitro crotched the corner.
He stumbled back, holding himself as Savage chopped him over the chest to the corner, tossing him to the other side as Nitro irish whipped, pulling him back and rammed a knee into the gut, dropping Savage with a gutwrench powerbomb, moving over to the top rope and poised, leaping with a missle dropkick but Savage caught the ankles then would hotshot him, Nitro saulting and slammed face first into the buckle, Savage picking him up and crotched him on the rope, raising it up and down as Nitro stumbled to the apron, Savage knocking him off with a running elbow, Nitro falling off and smashed into the barricade, holding his chest some as Melina moved over towards him.
Savage went to the floor as Melina got right in his face, Savage pie facing her back as he tossed Nitro back inside, Melina rose up and scratched hard along Savage's back. He would turn around and gave her the evil eye, Melina swinging for a slap as Savage caught the wrist, Nitro saulting through the rope with a suicide dive as they crashed through the barrier into the crowd.
Nitro slugged over his head as Melina yelled at him to kill him, Nitro smashed him into a railing then picked him up, bodyslamming him over the barricade to the floor, leaping upon the barricade like a jungle cat and dropsaulted Savage right into the stairs. Nitro rolled into the ring, Liz helping Savage up and back inside at the count of nine, Nitro pouncing on him and worked to his back, dragging him up and smashed him into the turnbuckle, turning him around and would kick kick kick at the ribs and chest, taking a few steps back and connected with a running clothesline, Savage stumbling out and fell on his hands and knees as Nitro ran, leaping on his back and would moonsault splash down upon him, turning him over for two.
He hit the mat a bit, dragging him up and hit with his knees, locking in a double hammerlock and dropped him with a hammerlock back suplex, nearly seperating the shoulder as he came off the rope with a running knee, connecting right to his face then moonsaulted off the rope with an inverted 450, covering for two.
Nitro dragged him up, hitting over his back then headbutted him, dropping him with a suplex then a snap suplex, moving to the corner and waited for him to rise, charging in and dropped him with a running neckbreaker, rolling to his feet and waited for him to rise, coming in fast though Savage side stepped and pushed him to the rope, Nitro coming off and was hit with a backelbow, stumbling back and off the rope as Savage picked him up and slammed him down.
He hit his back with a high knee then tossed him to the ropes, going for a powerslam though Nitro slid out, using the momentum to springboard off the rope with a flying chuck, Savage ducking and came off the rope himself with a flying elbow, catching him right in the face, Savage moving quick for a headlock but NItro snapmared him down.
He kicked hard to the spine and locked in the rear waistlock, raising him up and brought him down over his knee with a backbreaker, Savage rolling to the floor for a moment, Nitro looking to go after him but the ref told him to give him a minute, Melina moving over and kicked Savage in the ribs and backed away as the ref turned back around, Nitro moving to the floor and rammed Savage back first into the post, grabbing him in an arm wringer and leapt over the stairs, nearly ripping it off the socket as Savage fell back holding his arm.
Nitro tossed him into the ring hearing Melina yell at him to finish the match as he kept his distance, grabbing him and went for the Moonlight Drive, Savage pushing him off and dropped him with an inverted atomic drop, trying for a suplex but his back gave up, Nitro dropping him with a piledriver, moving him over to the corner as he climbed the rope, hitting Starship Pain, covering, 1, Savage got his foot on the rope as Melina went to push it off but was stopped by Liz, the ref catching it as the pin broke, Melina getting in Liz's face whom shoved her down on her ass.
Melina rose up, oh that pissed her off as she grabbed her by the hair and slammed her upon the floor, putting her in her place though Liz got right back up and tackled the bitch down, slapping her over the face, Nitro rolling to the floor and seperated them, Melina scratching and clawing some as Liz actualy wanted more, Nitro pushing her back on accident as Liz fell back, landing on her rear as Savage saw that, looking to Liz then to Morrison whom had an 'oh shit' look on his face.
Savage flew after him, Nitro running for his life as Savage clotheslined Melina down during his pursuit, Nitro hitting the ring as Savage chased after him, catching him with a thez press, punching the hell out of him, pulling him up and smashed him ten times into the turnbuckle. Savage would then hit over his head, the ref pulling him off as Savage yelled "Get the fuck outta my way" as the ref ran for his life, Savage tackling him to the corner and grabbed him by the hair, tossing him hard upon the canvas then hit him with a hard clothesline.
Savage yelled at him to rise up and he dropped him with a by god brainbuster and moved to the top rope, coming down hard with they flying elbow, pointing at the ref as he came into the ring, Savage covering but Melina had the ref distracted, saying Savage should be dq'ed for striking her and arressted.
With the ref distracted it prompted Joey Mercury to come down to the ring, dragging Savage off but he took a stunner for his efforts, falling to the floor as Liz pulled Melina off the apron and bodyslammed her down, Savage going back to Nitro whom blasted him with a Pele'Kick then a Nitroblast, going for the cover, 1-2.....NO!
By god no Randy Savage kicked out as Nitro held his hands in his head, shaking it some as Mercury got on the apron, Nitro looking over and asked 'what are you doing here?" Mercury getting the ref distracted as Nitro was discreetly tossed a lead pipe. He caught it and held it in his hand, looking to blast him with it, holding it up...then dropped it, kicking it out of the ring, Nitro going to try for it again, coming in with the Nitroblast as Savage moved out of the way, Mercury taking it right in the face, Nitro cursed out as he turned, Savage pulling him into a small package, 1-2-3!
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and going to the Grand Finale, Macho Man Randy Savage!"
Ooooh Yeah The Macho Man scored big defeating Johnny Nitro, Melina screaming at him, they had it won and Nitro blew the whole dammed thing, Savage raising his hand up walking with Elizabeth with a grin, now, there was only one more match for him to win and the fans were even more jacked as we cut to the next match.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Finals of Block B of the G1 Climax Tournament with the winner to meet "Macho Man" Randy Savage in the Grand Finale!"
(Play Mr. Perfect)
(Play Bret Hart)
This was gonna be a wrestling clinic as Mr. Perfect and Bret Hart, long time rivals and competitors squared off once again in the center of the ring. Both men charged forward, Perfect nailing Bret with a bodyslam, but Bret kicked his feet up, knocking Perfect down. Perfect rose up, Bret catching him with a bodyslam, and Perfect kicking him off, knocking Bret down. They got back up as Perfect went for a second bodyslam, but Bret held onto the arm, taking him down with an arm drag as he got slammed down, holding onto the arm, Perfect getting back to his feet, pushing Bret to the corner. He sent Bret out to the other corner, charging in, but Bret went up and over him, rolling him up from behind! Not even a one count as Perfect shoved Bret off, staying on the ground as Bret jumped over him. Perfect hit a leap frog over Bret, catching Bret with a hip toss, but Bret blocked it and caught Perfect with a hip toss, sending him to the ropes.
Bret ran in with a clothesline that took Perfect up and over to the floor, Perfect rising up on the ground quickly, looking a bit frustrated as Bret won that fast paced exchange. Perfect got back to the ring, stepping inside as they locked up, Perfect hitting a top wristlock, trying to push Bret down, but Bret was a master of leverage, knowing exactly where to bend the joints to get maximum pressure, bending Perfect back a little bit. Perfect fought hard, sticking his foot out and tripping Bret from behind, taking him down with the top wristlock, quickly locking in a short arm scissor. Bret rolled to his left, rolling on top of Perfect, pushing his shoulders down! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect pushed his weight back, holding onto the arm scissor. Bret pushed his weight back again, kicking at Perfect's face to break the hold.
Bret got back up to his feet and shook his arm as Perfect held his face in pain, the two men circling each other again. Bret fed his leg out, Perfect going for it, Bret going to grab him, but he was caught in an arm wringer. The trick worked on Muta, but not on Mr. Perfect, as he hammered heavy blows to the left arm and shoulder, Perfect wrenching on the arm again, bringing Bret down to the canvas. The Hitman nipped up to his feet, reversing the arm wringer, then bringing Perfect into a side headlock, Perfect sending Bret off the ropes, going for something, but Bret held onto the ropes, staying on the other side, as Perfect just watched him.
This match was dead even in the early going, neither man wanting to make a mistake, as they locked up again, Bret going behind Perfect and lifting him up, taking him down with a wrestling lift, holding onto the waist as Perfect sat out. He rolled onto his belly, trying to break out, but Hart shifted his weight, riding him, keeping Perfect down, locking Perfect in a front facelock on the mat. Perfect struggled to get out of this one, but rose to his knees, turning his body and escaping the hold, getting Bret in a hammerlock on the mat, Bret now being face down, and Perfect with the advantage.
Bret got to a kneeling position, still in the hammerlock as Perfect wrenched on it harder, Bret looking for a means of escape. He tried the legs, but Perfect pulled them back, feigning an elbow, Perfect leaning his head back, he had the hammerlock in pretty good, Perfect quickly switching to a drop toe hold, jumping up and going for a headlock on the mat, but Bret quickly rolled out of it and got Perfect in a hammerlock on the mat, keeping this on the mat. He drove a knee into the elbow, continuing to apply pressure to the hammerlock as Perfect sat out, getting back up to his feet.
He sent an elbow to Bret's face, but Bret held onto the hammerlock, as Perfect reversed it into another hammerlock, Bret quickly running to the ropes and dropping, Perfect falling through the ropes to the outside! A very nice escape by the Hitman as Perfect got back up to see Bret flying over the rope with a plauncha, nailing him! Bret started to hammer away on Perfect's head until the ref told him to get back into the ring, sliding inside, waiting for Perfect to rise. He got back up and into the ring at eight, having plenty of time to recover, Perfect and Hart being on opposite corners of each other.
The ref checked to see if Perfect was all right, his bell was a bit rung, but he shrugged it off and approached the Hitman again, locking up, jocking for position as Bret was able to push Perfect to the corner, the referee ordering for a clean break, Bret backing off and allowing it. Perfect came out of the corner, looking around the ring, just checking his surroundings as Bret remained all business on the inside, locking up again. Perfect again was backed into the corner, but quickly reversed Bret into it, the referee ordering another clean break, but Perfect fired a right hand that the Hitman had scouted, blocking it and hammering away on Mr. Perfect, rocking him to the center of the ring! He sent Perfect off the ropes, going for a back body drop, but Perfect leapt up and hit a quick sunset flip! 1.... 2.... no, Bret quickly got out of it, rolling to his feet and catching Perfect with a running dropkick.
Perfect got back up to his feet in the corner, Bret coming in, but Perfect buried a kick right in the midsection, bringing Bret into the corner and hitting a reverse knife edge. He pulled Bret out of the corner with a hip toss, picking him back up and dropping him with a backbreaker, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it as Perfect placed kicks right to the lower back and kidney area, targetting the back. Hitman got back up to his feet as Perfect buried a right hand into the gut, kicking at him in the corner, before pulling him out and hitting a belly to belly with perfect execution. Bret slowly got back to his feet and was met with a dropkick right on the button, knocking him to the outside.
Bret gingerly got back up and collected his thoughts, Perfect nailing him in the mouth with a baseball slide! Bret was knocked down hard, Perfect rolling him back inside, having him where he wanted, dropping an elbow onto Bret's chest, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out of it. Perfect picked Bret up by the hair, bringing him to the corner and dropping him with a running bulldog, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Bret got a shoulder up as Perfect was in complete control, picking him up and delivering a vertical suplex, working overtime on the back, as Perfect dropped an elbow upon it. He picked Bret up and fired him into the corner, but Bret went up and over, Perfect stopping and catching him on his shoulder, but Bret refused to let go of the cornerpad. Perfect pulled again, and Bret let go, shifting his weight, landing on top of him! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect squirmed out as the two men rose up, Perfect leveling Bret with a right hand that stunned him!
Bret was dazed, Perfect catching him with another reverse knife edge on the ropes, Bret holding on as Perfect fired him off, going for a back body drop, but he lowered his head, receiving a knee lift to the face, knocking him across the ring! Bret was back in control as he hit Perfect in the midsection, then the head, sending forth a headbutt, before hitting Mr. Perfect with a backbreaker. He grabbed Perfect's legs, locking in a figure four leg lock! Perfect struggled in pain, reaching for the ropes, but he was a long ways away, his shoulders hitting the mat! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect sat up, Bret cranking the pressure up on the figure four, just keeping him down, Perfect dropping again. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect again sat back up, swinging for Bret's face, but he was too far away, Bret had the hold locked in tight.
Mr. Perfect willed himself on, trying to turn his body over to the left, trying to reverse the hold, swinging his body the other way, reversing the figure four onto Bret! Bret was now feeling the same pain that Perfect was earlier, as Perfect pushed up on his hands, leaning back, REALLY cranking the pressure on the leg, as Bret relinquished the hold, both men holding their knees in pain, the hold took a toll on both of them. Bret got to his feet first and drove a fist to the midsection, Perfect rising up in the corner as Bret hooked his head, going for a bulldog of his own, but Perfect quickly countered into a back suplex, but Bret landed on his feet, rolling Perfect up from behind! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect pushed Bret off, kicking out.
Bret got to his feet quickly and waited for Perfect to rise, coming off the second rope with a clothesline, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect was able to kick out of it, Bret picking him back up and hammering away on his head again, sending Perfect to the far corner, catching him coming out with a back body drop. Perfect got to his feet, dazed, being sent into the ropes, Bret catching him with a sleeper hold! Perfect reached out for the ropes, but he was dead center in the ring, as the Hitman had the sleeper locked in nice and tight, and Mr. Perfect was starting to fade in the center of the ring.
Perfect slumped down to a seated position, Bret putting all his weight down on his head and neck, applying more pressure onto the sleeper, as the referee rose Perfect's hand up. He let it go as it fell to the mat lifeless, that was one. He rose the hand up again, letting go, as it fell down to the canvas again, the referee calling for two. He lifted the arm one more time, as he let go, Perfect's arm stopped about halfway down, still having some fight left in him, as he lightly began to stomp on the mat, getting more and more energy, feeding off some of the fans, nailing Bret with a right hand to the midsection to break a little pressure off, before sending Bret off the ropes, catching him with a sleeper as well! Bret was a little bit faster on the counter, hitting the mat, nailing Perfect with a jaw jacker, sending him into the corner. Bret got back to his feet and ran forward, but Perfect ducked out of the way, Bret hitting the corner sternum first!
Mr. Perfect pulled himself up on the ropes, shaking his head a bit, waiting for Bret to rise, as he pulled down one of the straps on his singlet, he was getting a little frustrated. Bret rose to a seated position, Mr. Perfect nailing him with the neck snap, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it, as Perfect got him back to his feet, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him into the corner, talking trash. He sent Bret into the far corner, charging in, but Bret got a foot up into Perfect's face, stunning him, Bret coming out of the corner with right hands, hammering away. He sent Perfect into the ropes, nailing him in the midsection with a straight fist, before hitting him with a russian leg sweep, going for the pin. 1.... 2.... no, Mr. Perfect kicked out of it.
The Hitman rose up, having a second wind, grabbing Mr. Perfect and dropping him with a piledriver, before going to the corner. He hit the second rope, coming off with the elbow drop right to the face, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out of it, still having some fight left in him, but The Hitman was in control, pointing his thumb up, then down, signalling for the Sharpshooter. He grabbed the legs and crossed them over, going to turn around, but Perfect raked at his eyes, breaking the hold. Not the cleanest way, but it got the job done, as he fired Bret into the corner, but was reversed. Bret charged in, Perfect lifting his boot up, but Bret ducked and slid out of the ring, grabbing Perfect's legs and crotching him on the post!
Mr. Perfect crawled out in pain, holding himself as Bret went to the top rope, very uncharacteristic for him as he waited for Perfect to rise, leaping off, and getting caught out of the air with a dropkick to the chest, knocking the wind out of him! Perfect crawled over for the count! 1.... 2.... no, Bret Hart kicked out of it, Perfect was able to regain control however, picking Bret up and dropping him with a DDT, rolling over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Bret still kicked out of it, as Perfect knew it was time to put him away. He grabbed Bret by the hair and hooked his arm, going for the Perfect-Plex, grabbing a hold of the leg and nailing it perfectly, locking the fingers! 1.... 2.... NO! Bret kicked out of it!
Perfect got back to his feet enraged at the referee, screaming out that he couldn't kick out of it! The ref insisted that it was just a two count, Perfect going up to the top rope, waiting like a cat for him to rise, leaping off and nailing a missile dropkick straight into Bret's face, covering again! 1.... 2.... no! Bret still kicked out, and Perfect was in disbelief! He picked Bret back up one more time, but Bret woke up with an inverted atomic drop and a clothesline, but Perfect hooked the arm and went for a backslide, Bret able to flip over him, but Perfect quickly kicked him in the abdomen and loaded him up for the Perfect-Plex again, Bret quickly hitting a small package! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Bret "Hitman" Hart!"
Bret Hart countered the Perfect-Plex straight into a small package for the 1-2-3, going into the Grand Finale of the G1 Climax, as Mr. Perfect got back to his feet, pissed that he allowed himself to be suckered in like that, Bret pulling an old trick out of the book to beat him. Bret got back to his feet, climbing the ropes exhaustedly, but celebrating all the while, when Perfect pulled him off the ropes.
"Perfect's not too happy about this loss, Monsoon. He's just coming off of a major hot streak, and his comeback story has been prematurely ended."
"I doubt that his comeback story has been ended, Jesse, he has nothing to be ashamed of here!"
"He's gonna blast him, I'm telling you right now."
"He is not!"
Mr. Perfect and Bret Hart had some strong words for each other, almost resorting to shoving, as the two looked like they were ready to go again, the referee getting between them, but Perfect just pushed him off. Perfect could be heard saying "You better give me a rematch, Hart. Next time, the victory's mine," before shaking Bret's hand, leaving the ring. A proud competitor to say the least, Mr. Perfect allowed the better man to take the spotlight, as it would now be Randy Savage vs. Bret Hart in the Grand Finale.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play Out]
MsChif got about half way down the aisle when she was jumped from behind by Maryse whom blasted her in the back, taking the title belt off of her waist and hit her over the skull, bashing her head into the steel ramp. She rose up and slammed her right into the barricade then pulled at her hair, tossing her hard to the apron then bodyslammed her down.
She flipped her hair back and kicked her hard in the ribs then grabbed her by the hair and flung her right into the steel stairs, Maryse kicking her in the face with a running boot as she yelled at the crowd and pulled her up, smashing her head into the barricade and asked if they wanted her to do it again, picking her up and dropped her chest first on the announce table. She would grin a bit and trampled on her face a bit before tossing MsChif into the ring and held her palm out to them, rolling into the ring as the bell rang.
Maryse pulled MsChif to her feet as she was quickly dropped with the Descecrator, covering, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, MsChif."
Lightning struck twice and Maryse even cheated and she still retained her title in record breaking time, getting her title back and rose it up leaving the ringside area and left Maryse to lay in defeat for the second time in two months, grinning to herself a bit as we move to the next match.
"Ladies and Gentleman the follow contest scheduled for one fall is for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Gotoh looked beaten and hurt already due to G1 and what occured there, Steamboat stretching out as Gotoh cracked his neck, pulling up from the corner as they moved around the ring very slowly. Both of them would lock up as Gotoh shoved him hard to the corner having the strength as Ricky grinned, locking up again and this time pushed him back. Gotoh surprised at that as they locked up a third time, Ricky locking in the arm wringer, twisting and turning it then dropped an elbow over it, ducking a spinning back fist and started to chop and punch at Gotoh to the corner.
He would toss him to the other end, watching him smack off dropped him with a spine buster. Ricky rose up and caught Gotoh in a sideheadlock, hitting to his head then tossed him off, ducking and backbody dropped him down, Gotoh staggering up as he was hit with a dropkick, another dropkick then a hard hiptoss, Gotoh rolling to the floor needing to regroup.
Ricky yelled out "You wanted this match come get it" as Gotoh rolled back inside, charging as Ricky dropped him with an armdrag, chopping hard to his chest and tossed him hard to the ropes and chased after him, Gotoh coming off the rope not knowing where Ricky was as he turned around, Steamboat catching him with a spinning headscissor tomoe throw then clotheslined out of the ring. Gotoh rose in frustration as he re entered, locking up with Ricky whom dropped him again with a toe hold, rising up as Gotoh locked up again, Steamboat able to side step toss him through the ropes to the floor, Gotoh kicking the barricade as he entered again, locking in a greco roman lock.
He tried to use his superior strength, pushing Ricky to the corner then came in with a punch, Steamboat rolling out of the corner and caught him right in the jaw with a kick, Gotoh sliding out of the ring, kicking the stairs in anger as Ricky just called him on, he wasn't fooling around tonight as Gotoh re entered, catching him in a front waist lock and tackled him to the corner, he would ram his shoulder into him a few times as Ricky waited for him to rise, blocking the punch and chopped hard to the chest over and over again, Gotoh kicking him in the gut, coming off the rope but Steamboat dropped down and caught him with an over the shoulder takedown then another good dropkick. Gotoh smacking off the buckle as Steamboat picked him up and rose him for a suplex.
Steamboat held him up and used his other hand to call to the fans, getting the support and came down with the suplex, Gotoh slowly rising up as Steamboat gave him a dropkick to the chest, Gotoh falling through the ropes to the floor for a third time. Steamboat went after him, pulling him up and tossed him hard into the barricade then rammed him headfirst into the steel post followed up with a stalling backsuplex upon the floor.
Gotoh grunted out as he was tossed into the ring, Steamboat grabbing at his leg and would smash it down upon the mat then did it again, Gotoh moving to the corner and pulled himself up, Steamboat hitting hard blows to the head then tossed him off, Gotoh smacking the buckle but literally exploded out with a damn clothesline that nearly took Ricky's head off. He rose up, shaking his leg some and pulled Steamboat up, raising him up high and did a whirling powerbomb, rolling to his feet and charged in with a bicycle kick clear across his head, watching Ricky spin and dropped him with a leaping snap DDT, drilling his head into the mat.
Gotoh rose slow, taking his ponytail out and waited for Ricky to rise, locking him in a rear naked choke and scissored the legs, squeezing tightly as that was quite legal, Ricky rolling and got his foot on the rope as the hold broke, Gotoh dragging him up and kicked him right in the face with a roundhouse, that actually knocking him to the corner as he came in with a high angle knee to the face. He placed Ricky on the top rope and would climb the second rope and instead of a superplex, he just tossed him right to the floor below.
Ricky hit with a thud, wincing as Gotoh climbed the rope, lining up his shot and came down with a shoulder lariat smashing into Ricky. He rolled up and pulled him up by the hair, raising him up and dropped him chest first upon the barrier then did a release german suplex, Ricky's ribs smashing into the apron of the ring as he fell, holding himself.
The replay showed that move a few times as Gotoh picked up the steel stairs, all legal on the floor as he tossed them, hearing them smash into Ricky's head as he tossed him into the ring at the count of thirteen. He pulled him up again, bashing his knees into his face then hit hard haymakers over the side of his head, raising him up and placed him in a torture rack, jumping up and down some to try and stretch out those ribs.
He would then drop him with an inverted death valley driver, slowly rising and blasted him with a running boot over the face, picking him up and slammed him hard with an Alabama Slam, cutting his throat with his thumb and locked Ricky in a lay out butterfly lock. Ricky would shake his arms, slowly rising to his feet and countered it into modified suplex. Both men rose, Ricky striking with a kick, another kick, then another kick, ducking a punch and chopped over his chest then head, using his martial arts as Gotoh came in with a kick, Steamboat dropping him with a dragonscrew.
Gotoh rolled up and swung again, Ricky catching the arm and locked him in a full nelson, Gotoh rolling forward to break out as he came in with a kick. Steamboat blocked and kicked him in the chest, the leg, the chest, the leg, the ribs, the chest again then the knee, hitting a spinkick right to his chest as Gotoh fell on his knees and Ricky connected with a thrust kick right to his head, Gotoh knocked into another orbit as Steamboat pulled him up and started to strike at him with hard chops and fists, knocking Gotoh to the corner whom kicked to his ribs, breaking up his momentum and hit the rope, leaping with a moonsault and splashed down for two.
He rose up and went for another butterfly lock but Steamboat dropped down and grabbing the arm in an armbar, Gotoh able to get to the rope before it was applied, rising up and dumped Steamboat over the rope though Ricky held on, grabbing Gotoh and would suplex him up and actually leapt back some, smashing through the announce table.
Christ you had to be kidding me as Ricky rose up, making sure to cash in that recipt as he pulled Gotoh to his feet and tossed him into the ring, climbing the top rope and poised, leaping for the flying chop as Gotoh countered by leaping in the air and caught him with a fucking modified capture legdrop.
Gotoh rose up shaking his head some as he let Steamboat rise to his knees and blasted him in the back of the head with a running knee, coming off the rope again and blasted him with a big boot to the front of his face, Gotoh pulling him up by the hair and dropped him down with a brainbuster and signaled it was going to be over here real quick, picking him up and dropped him with a vertical brainbuster, rising up and dropped Ricky with a fireman's carry neckbreaker, the ref checking him after that was as Gotoh pushed him out of the way, dropping him with a double underhook powerbomb, pulling him up by the legs and powerbombed him right into the buckle.
Gotoh took a few steps back and ran hard with a big boot right over Steamboat's face, watching him drop to the mat as he pulled him up and dropped him with a TigerBack Suplex, rising to his feet and mounted him, starting to punch at his head, hitting him with hard shots as Ricky was unresponsive, Gotoh pulling up and rose his hand in victory knowing the title was his as he pulled him up and moved him to the corner, holding him up with his palm and made a fist, going for the Heart Punch and swung....Ricky avoiding it just in time and dropped Gotoh with a german suplex.
That bought him a little bit of time to recover though Gotoh would drop him down with a flatening clothesline, rising to his feet and moved to the corner, lining up his shot as Ricky slowly rose up. He would then charge in with a flying spin kick from hell, connecting right to Ricky's head and rolled to his feet, pulling him up and dropped him with the GoToHeaven, covering, 1-2, NO Ricky got his foot on the rope. Gotoh grabbed him and dragged him to the middle of the ring as Steamboat kicked him off to the buckle, ducking the clothesline and connected with a spinning roundhouse to Gotoh's face, sending him to the turnbuckle as Steamboat rose up, watching him stagger over and picked him up with a Death Valley Driver.
Ricky rose up, holding his neck as Gotoh staggered to his feet, not having a clue where he was as Steamboat came off the rope with a crossbody block then a wrap around flying neckbreaker, getting the momentum he needed and dropped Gotoh with a vertical piledriver, nearly spiking the head into the mat as he moved to the top rope, hearing the crowd behind him. Gotoh rose up as Steamboat flew off with the flying chop and connected over the skull, moving to cover for the pin as Koji hit the apron, the ref went to push him off though Steamboat did that himself, grabbing him inside and kicked him in the gut and did an inverted bodyslam. Koji rising up and took a thrust kick right to the chops, falling through the ropes to the floor as Steamboat turned around right into a Heart Punch...and avoided it, spinning around Gotoh and caught him with the DragonDDT, drilling the head down and covered, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still IWGP World Heavyweight Champion, Ricky The Dragon Steamboat."
Ricky rose up, taking his title from the ref and blasted Gotoh on the head with it watching him sail over the rope to the floor. That was hit world title and he wasn't going to let go for anything, Gotoh retreating to the back as Steamboat rose the title up, hitting his chest in pride and slowly exited the ring as we prepare for the Grand Finale of G1.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship!"
(Play Sin Cara)
(Play Taka)
"Introducing first, to my left, in the blue trunks with white Japanese lettering, the challenger. He hails to us from Japan, weighing in at 187lbs with a win-loss record of 22 wins, 10 losses, with an impressive 14 by knockout, Taka Michinoku! And his opponent, to my right, in the black trunks with silver and red accents, the challenger. He hails to us from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 195lbs, with a win-loss record of 29 wins and 12 losses, 2 by knockout, he is the reigning and defending NWA Cruiserweight Champion, the Sensational Sin Cara!"
This match was gonna be fast paced and in your face, the referee ringing the bell, as Sin Cara wasted no time, running at Taka and catching him with a flying headscissor, taking him down. Taka got back to his feet, Sin Cara catching him and tossing him off the ropes, leaping over him with a leapfrog, hitting his back and leaning back, flipping Taka over with his feet, but Taka landed upright, continuing to run, missing a clothesline as Cara ran from the other side. Cara hit a double rotation flying headscissor, sending Taka rolling down, but he got back up to his feet quickly, continuing to run, leaping off the middle rope with a springboard dropkick to Sin Cara's face, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out and sprang up quickly, shoving Taka to the ropes, catching him with a tiltawhirl, but Taka fought out of it and landed on his feet, Cara running forward and getting tripped up, dangling on the middle rope.
Taka ran from the far side and jumped off Sin Cara's back, getting some elevation and crashed down upon his back, pulling him from the ropes and covering. 1.... 2.... no, Cara kicked out again as Taka wasted no time, going for kicks to the thighs and the midsection, backing him into the corner. Taka kicked at the chest time and time again, before leaping up and hitting a jumping kick to Cara's face, knocking him down, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Cara still kicked out as he got back to his feet, Taka sending him into the ropes, but Taka was reversed, getting launched into the air, but Taka dropkicked Cara right in the chest on the way down, knocking him to the floor.
Cara got back to his feet on the outside as Taka flew over the ropes with a cannonball plauncha, taking Cara down, getting up and screaming out, as the fans cheered him on. He rolled Sin Cara back into the ring before taking it another level, going to the top rope, leaping off with a high cross body block, crashing down onto Sin Cara! 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out, Taka picking him back up and sending him into the ropes again, going for a roundhouse kick, but Sin Cara ducked it, sliding under his leg and hitting hard thigh kicks to Taka, knowing that without the legs, he couldn't knock him out. Cara grabbed the leg and hit a dragon screw leg whip, wrenching hard on the leg, still holding onto it, but Taka kicked him off and nipped up, going for a superkick, Cara catching the foot. Taka went for an enziguiri, Cara ducking it, Taka landing on his foot. He went back the other way, Cara ducking that as well, as we were back to the original position. Cara tossed Taka backward, but Taka backflipped, landing on his feet!
Cara ran forward and got lowbridged, but stayed on the apron as Taka moved away. Cara springboarded off the top rope and flipped in with another flying headscissor, Taka using the momentum to roll back up to his feet, charging at Cara who launched him high into the air, hitting him with a gutbuster on the way down! Taka had ALL the wind knocked right out of his lungs, as he coughed, gasping for air, as Sin Cara kicked at the sides of his ribs, keeping Taka down, and slowing the pace down a little bit. Taka got to his knees, Sin Cara leveling the side of his ribs with a low dropkick, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka got a shoulder up as he picked Taka up, sending him to the far corner, but Taka leapt up the ropes and moonsaulted over Cara, running off the ropes from the far side, catching him with a flying leg lariat!
Cara got back up, Taka sending him off the ropes again, but Cara reversed it, Taka missing a clothesline, coming back and getting hit with a tiltawhirl facebuster, Taka's head blasting into the canvas hard, being rolled over for the count! 1.... 2.... no, Taka barely kicked out as Sin Cara was hitting high impact moves, locking in a side armbar, working at the arm. Taka struggled to get out, his bell still being rung, as Sin Cara grabbed him by the arm and slammed it into the turnbuckle, draping it over the top rope and pulling, the referee laying the count down. Cara broke at four, Taka's arm taking a pounding, as he pulled Taka out of the corner, dropping him with a modified Jackhammer slam, springing back to his feet. Taka got to a knee and took a stiff kick to the side of the head, knocking him out of the ring, hitting the floor.
Sin Cara readied himself, running from one side of the ring to the other, leaping over with a somersault, not even touching the ropes, but Taka caught him out of the air and powerbombed him right onto the mats, both men down on the floor! Both men were down, looking up at the lights as Sin Cara probably thought he was Mistico at this point, as Taka used the railing to pull himself up, still holding onto his ribs, picking a lifeless Sin Cara up and rolling him back into the ring, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out somehow, Taka rising to his feet, calling for the Michinoku Driver! He was gonna end this one quickly as he picked Sin Cara up, but Cara went up and over and grabbed him in a Dragon Sleeper, lifting Taka into the air and dropping him with a sitout vertical piledriver!
Oh my God, Taka's neck may have snapped straight in two as Sin Cara covered, that was it! 1.... 2.... no! Taka kicked out, probably out of instinct, as the replays showed Taka's head being spiked into the mat, Cara picking him back up and kicking him in the midsection, lifting him up for a powerbomb, but Taka jumped right up with it, and countered the powerbomb straight into a falling facebuster, covering right after! 1.... 2.... no, Sin Cara kicked out of it, Taka rolling onto his back, trying to pull himself up, as Sin Cara shook the cobwebs out of his head, readjusting his mask, closing the distance. Taka fired a kick to the midsection, leaping off the top rope, going for a sunset flip takeover, but Cara dropped to his knees, hooking the legs! 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out and rolled to his feet, coming off the ropes with a dropkick that almost sent Cara's nose to the back of his head!
Cara was propped up by the ropes in the corner, otherwise he'd have gone down, as Taka ran in with a running palm strike, knocking Cara down to a seated position, Taka coming off the ropes and delivering a low dropkick right into his face! He pulled him out of the corner, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Cara's foot hit the bottom rope, Taka didn't pull him far enough, as he got back to his feet. He picked Cara back up, sending him off the ropes, Cara flipping forward and pulling a page out of Tajiri's book, going for a handspring back elbow, but Taka saw it coming and turned it into a neckbreaker right out of the air! Cara held his neck in pain as Taka covered quickly! 1.... 2.... no, Cara still kicked out, he was a tough hombre for sure.
Taka got back to his feet, waiting for Sin Cara to rise as he was ready to come off the ropes with something as he ran off, Sin Cara launching him into the air and catching him with a diamond cutter straight out of the air, Taka bouncing at least three feet off the mat! Sin Cara ascended to the top rope, coming off with a corkscrew moonsault, splashing right down upon Taka, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Taka still kicked out of it, Cara picking him back up and hit an arm wringer, dragging him to the corner, where Cara jumped and walked the ropes, going for a hurricanranna, but Taka countered it right into a sitout powerbomb, holding the legs for the pin! 1.... 2.... no! Cara got the shoulder up somehow!
Both men were exhausted, Cara rising up in the corner gingerly as Taka ran forward for the Super K, but Cara came out of the corner with a springboard spinning heel kick, blasting a running Taka right between the eyes, Taka falling lifeless to the mat!
"He knocked him out, Gorilla! Look at Taka, he's done!"
"The referee's checking it out right now, you may be right!"
The ref ran to Taka and checked on him, Taka was able to respond, he wasn't knocked out! Somehow, that kick didn't knock Taka out as Sin Cara was pissed to say the least, screaming at the referee in Spanish. Taka slowly rose up to his feet in the corner, he was knocked loopy, but not out, as Cara ran forward, charging in, Taka back dropping him over the post, but Cara was able to land right on the top rope in perfect position, leaping off with a cannonball, bowling over Taka, holding the legs for the pin! 1.... 2.... no! Taka barely was able to slide out, as Cara waited for Taka to rise in the corner again, going for a cartwheel back elbow, but Taka nailed Cara with the Flash Kick right to the back of Cara's head!
Cara didn't fall, but struggled to regain his balance as he kept stumbling forward, falling into the far corner, Taka running and naililng the Super K knockout kick dead in the face! Taka rose his hands up in victory as Sin Cara was knocked completely out! The referee ran over to Sin Cara and was actually able to get a response! Sin Cara was responding, he was NOT knocked out, much to Taka's shock!
"How is he not knocked out after that kick, Ventura?"
"He's a champion, and even though people don't like him, he pulls out something from deep inside him, and that's what made him a champion in the first place!"
Taka waited for Sin Cara to rise, readying for a second Super K, Cara pulling himself up in the far corner as Taka readied, planting his feet, charging forward and leaping up with it, kicking the post with the Super K, just like the night before! Sin Cara rose him up to the top rope, leaping with the Final Sin right off the top, crashing down in the center of the ring, covering! 1.... 2.... NO!!! Taka Michinoku kicked out of it somehow, Sin Cara's face could almost be seen through his mask, you could just tell he was in utter shock! Cara backed away into the corner, probably saying something to himself as he waited for a dazed Taka to rise to his feet in the center of the ring, Cara running and going for La Mistica, but Taka was able to counter it straight into the Michinoku Driver, planting Cara's head right into the mat, hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Taka Michinoku!"
Taka pulled off an upset, no one ever saw this one coming, as Taka Michinoku rose the NWA Cruiserweight Championship over his head, falling to his knees and screaming out in Japanese! The fans were absolutely wild, throwing streamers into the ring, as Taka rose to the top rope and rose the title over his head time and time again, screaming out! Taka hit all four corners, raising the title for all to see, as he left the ring, covered in streamers, limping badly, but the pain was gone from his face, all that was there was pure elation, as we crowed a new NWA Cruiserweight Champion!
Sin Cara rose up in the center of the ring, holding his head in pain, just realizing what had transpired, and lowered his head in shame... realizing that the Regime was in the building watching him... when the lights cut out. Yeah... we knew what this meant, Sin Cara was about to get a thrashing from the Regime of Extreme.
(Play)
What the hell was this? Sin Cara came out in his traditional blue and gold, confronting the black Sin Cara, the fans chanting out "Azul! Azul! Azul! Azul!" Sin Cara Azul pointed at Sin Cara Negro and shook his head, the fans getting behind that as he leapt forward, hammering away on him, beating the ever loving hell out of him! Sin Cara Azul brought forth the thunder upon Sin Cara Negro's head, just hammering away with clubbing blows, picking him up and sending him to the ropes, but Negro reversed it, Sin Cara Azul nailing a La Mistica DDT, knocking him out!
Sin Cara Azul asked the fans if he should rip the mask off, the fans emphatically screaming out "Si! Si! Si! Si!" Sin Cara Azul reached down, undoing the mask, ripping it off, but he hid his face quickly, going underneath the ring and grabbing a towel, hiding himself as he ran from the ringside area. Sin Cara, THE REAL Sin Cara made a shocking return at NWA Sin, the very event he debuted at last year, but now there were several unanswered questions, as Sin Cara was able to clean the dirt from his name, celebrating with the fans, before heading back down the ramp to the backstage area, with the black Sin Cara mask in his hand. He rose it over his head triumphantly, heading to the back.
Excel Energy Center
The Ultimate Sin - Ozzy Osbourne.
Dark Matches
Owen Hart def. Billy Kidman
Tamina defs. Lita, Natalya, Toyota
Ultimo Dragon. defs. Tiger Mask IV
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, after two exhausting days of wrestling we have arrived at the climax of G1, a new winner will be crowned tonight, four major titles on the line, Gotoh against Rick Steamboat and the big one, Sid against Sting."
"NWA never fails to bring you everything we have, tonight I have a feeling that Johnny Nitro might be the one walking out of here tonight G1 Champion. As far as Steamboat and Gotoh are concerned, Ricky has him out classed. Sting on the other hand is in big big trouble."
"Lets take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to NWA Sin, this opening contest scheduled for one fall is the final round of Block A of the G1 Climax."
[Play Out]
Nitro with Melina and Savage with Liz, a rematch from last years Uncensored indeed as Liz took his robe and Melina gave last minute instructions as the bell rang. Both of them moved around the ring, locking up as Nitro pushed him back, Savage quickly coming off the rope, missing a clothesline as Nitro caught him with an armdrag and locked it in, Savage rising to his feet and punched his way free. He locked with Nitro and hit to his ribs with a knee, tossing him to the ropes as Nitro held on and slid to the floor for a breather.
Savage held the rope down for him to reenter as Nitro slid in, locking up again though Savage dropped him with an armdrop then a hiptoss, going for a punch but Nitro rolled back out to the floor. He had beaten him before and had to keep calm, rolling inside and locked up again, Savage pushing him to the corner as Nitro reversed it, breaking it up then slapped him over the face.
Randy would charge in getting hit with a drop toe hold then a dropkick to the face, Nitro following up with a hiptoss then firemans carry, locking in a headlock as Randy forced himself up. He would fight out with his elbows, coming off the rope though Nitro swung wild with a spinkick, Savage ducking and caught him with an inverted atomic drop with a punch down.
He punched him down again, then again, picking him up in a gorilla press and slammed him down, Nitro staggering up then was clotheslined out to the floor. Melina yelled at him to get up, Nitro rising as he was hit with a baseball slide to the barrier from Savage. He moved to the floor, hitting over his back and tossed him into the ring though Melina grabbed at his ankle, Savage kicking her off as Nitro caught him with a kick to the gut then went to ram him into the post. Savage blocked with his foot and smashed Nitro into the buckle, climbing up but Nitro hit the rope. Savage crotched the rope as Nitro climbed up, hitting over his back and superplexed him down, rolling up and suplexed him following up with a clothesline to the floor.
Liz moved over, helping Savage back up as Nitro leapt over the rope with a corkscrew tope' crashing down upon him then started to hit over his head. Nitro rose him up and tossed him to the ring, Savage irish whipping as Nitro hit back first into the apron then backbodydropped upon the steel ramp. Savage tossed him inside and hit the top rope, coming down with a double ax over the back of the head then slammed him with a bodyslam, coming off the rope as Melina tripped Savage up. He turned around and pointed at her, warning her about doing that again as he turned right into a rising knee from Nitro whom hit over his head as he was against the ropes.
Nitro clocked him good then locked him in the ropes, starting to hit over his head again as the ref pushed him back, helping Savage out as Nitro blasted him with a hard crossbody block, Nitro positioning himself and went for a bulldog, Savage pushing him off as Nitro crotched the corner.
He stumbled back, holding himself as Savage chopped him over the chest to the corner, tossing him to the other side as Nitro irish whipped, pulling him back and rammed a knee into the gut, dropping Savage with a gutwrench powerbomb, moving over to the top rope and poised, leaping with a missle dropkick but Savage caught the ankles then would hotshot him, Nitro saulting and slammed face first into the buckle, Savage picking him up and crotched him on the rope, raising it up and down as Nitro stumbled to the apron, Savage knocking him off with a running elbow, Nitro falling off and smashed into the barricade, holding his chest some as Melina moved over towards him.
Savage went to the floor as Melina got right in his face, Savage pie facing her back as he tossed Nitro back inside, Melina rose up and scratched hard along Savage's back. He would turn around and gave her the evil eye, Melina swinging for a slap as Savage caught the wrist, Nitro saulting through the rope with a suicide dive as they crashed through the barrier into the crowd.
Nitro slugged over his head as Melina yelled at him to kill him, Nitro smashed him into a railing then picked him up, bodyslamming him over the barricade to the floor, leaping upon the barricade like a jungle cat and dropsaulted Savage right into the stairs. Nitro rolled into the ring, Liz helping Savage up and back inside at the count of nine, Nitro pouncing on him and worked to his back, dragging him up and smashed him into the turnbuckle, turning him around and would kick kick kick at the ribs and chest, taking a few steps back and connected with a running clothesline, Savage stumbling out and fell on his hands and knees as Nitro ran, leaping on his back and would moonsault splash down upon him, turning him over for two.
He hit the mat a bit, dragging him up and hit with his knees, locking in a double hammerlock and dropped him with a hammerlock back suplex, nearly seperating the shoulder as he came off the rope with a running knee, connecting right to his face then moonsaulted off the rope with an inverted 450, covering for two.
Nitro dragged him up, hitting over his back then headbutted him, dropping him with a suplex then a snap suplex, moving to the corner and waited for him to rise, charging in and dropped him with a running neckbreaker, rolling to his feet and waited for him to rise, coming in fast though Savage side stepped and pushed him to the rope, Nitro coming off and was hit with a backelbow, stumbling back and off the rope as Savage picked him up and slammed him down.
He hit his back with a high knee then tossed him to the ropes, going for a powerslam though Nitro slid out, using the momentum to springboard off the rope with a flying chuck, Savage ducking and came off the rope himself with a flying elbow, catching him right in the face, Savage moving quick for a headlock but NItro snapmared him down.
He kicked hard to the spine and locked in the rear waistlock, raising him up and brought him down over his knee with a backbreaker, Savage rolling to the floor for a moment, Nitro looking to go after him but the ref told him to give him a minute, Melina moving over and kicked Savage in the ribs and backed away as the ref turned back around, Nitro moving to the floor and rammed Savage back first into the post, grabbing him in an arm wringer and leapt over the stairs, nearly ripping it off the socket as Savage fell back holding his arm.
Nitro tossed him into the ring hearing Melina yell at him to finish the match as he kept his distance, grabbing him and went for the Moonlight Drive, Savage pushing him off and dropped him with an inverted atomic drop, trying for a suplex but his back gave up, Nitro dropping him with a piledriver, moving him over to the corner as he climbed the rope, hitting Starship Pain, covering, 1, Savage got his foot on the rope as Melina went to push it off but was stopped by Liz, the ref catching it as the pin broke, Melina getting in Liz's face whom shoved her down on her ass.
Melina rose up, oh that pissed her off as she grabbed her by the hair and slammed her upon the floor, putting her in her place though Liz got right back up and tackled the bitch down, slapping her over the face, Nitro rolling to the floor and seperated them, Melina scratching and clawing some as Liz actualy wanted more, Nitro pushing her back on accident as Liz fell back, landing on her rear as Savage saw that, looking to Liz then to Morrison whom had an 'oh shit' look on his face.
Savage flew after him, Nitro running for his life as Savage clotheslined Melina down during his pursuit, Nitro hitting the ring as Savage chased after him, catching him with a thez press, punching the hell out of him, pulling him up and smashed him ten times into the turnbuckle. Savage would then hit over his head, the ref pulling him off as Savage yelled "Get the fuck outta my way" as the ref ran for his life, Savage tackling him to the corner and grabbed him by the hair, tossing him hard upon the canvas then hit him with a hard clothesline.
Savage yelled at him to rise up and he dropped him with a by god brainbuster and moved to the top rope, coming down hard with they flying elbow, pointing at the ref as he came into the ring, Savage covering but Melina had the ref distracted, saying Savage should be dq'ed for striking her and arressted.
With the ref distracted it prompted Joey Mercury to come down to the ring, dragging Savage off but he took a stunner for his efforts, falling to the floor as Liz pulled Melina off the apron and bodyslammed her down, Savage going back to Nitro whom blasted him with a Pele'Kick then a Nitroblast, going for the cover, 1-2.....NO!
By god no Randy Savage kicked out as Nitro held his hands in his head, shaking it some as Mercury got on the apron, Nitro looking over and asked 'what are you doing here?" Mercury getting the ref distracted as Nitro was discreetly tossed a lead pipe. He caught it and held it in his hand, looking to blast him with it, holding it up...then dropped it, kicking it out of the ring, Nitro going to try for it again, coming in with the Nitroblast as Savage moved out of the way, Mercury taking it right in the face, Nitro cursed out as he turned, Savage pulling him into a small package, 1-2-3!
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and going to the Grand Finale, Macho Man Randy Savage!"
Ooooh Yeah The Macho Man scored big defeating Johnny Nitro, Melina screaming at him, they had it won and Nitro blew the whole dammed thing, Savage raising his hand up walking with Elizabeth with a grin, now, there was only one more match for him to win and the fans were even more jacked as we cut to the next match.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Finals of Block B of the G1 Climax Tournament with the winner to meet "Macho Man" Randy Savage in the Grand Finale!"
(Play Mr. Perfect)
(Play Bret Hart)
This was gonna be a wrestling clinic as Mr. Perfect and Bret Hart, long time rivals and competitors squared off once again in the center of the ring. Both men charged forward, Perfect nailing Bret with a bodyslam, but Bret kicked his feet up, knocking Perfect down. Perfect rose up, Bret catching him with a bodyslam, and Perfect kicking him off, knocking Bret down. They got back up as Perfect went for a second bodyslam, but Bret held onto the arm, taking him down with an arm drag as he got slammed down, holding onto the arm, Perfect getting back to his feet, pushing Bret to the corner. He sent Bret out to the other corner, charging in, but Bret went up and over him, rolling him up from behind! Not even a one count as Perfect shoved Bret off, staying on the ground as Bret jumped over him. Perfect hit a leap frog over Bret, catching Bret with a hip toss, but Bret blocked it and caught Perfect with a hip toss, sending him to the ropes.
Bret ran in with a clothesline that took Perfect up and over to the floor, Perfect rising up on the ground quickly, looking a bit frustrated as Bret won that fast paced exchange. Perfect got back to the ring, stepping inside as they locked up, Perfect hitting a top wristlock, trying to push Bret down, but Bret was a master of leverage, knowing exactly where to bend the joints to get maximum pressure, bending Perfect back a little bit. Perfect fought hard, sticking his foot out and tripping Bret from behind, taking him down with the top wristlock, quickly locking in a short arm scissor. Bret rolled to his left, rolling on top of Perfect, pushing his shoulders down! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect pushed his weight back, holding onto the arm scissor. Bret pushed his weight back again, kicking at Perfect's face to break the hold.
Bret got back up to his feet and shook his arm as Perfect held his face in pain, the two men circling each other again. Bret fed his leg out, Perfect going for it, Bret going to grab him, but he was caught in an arm wringer. The trick worked on Muta, but not on Mr. Perfect, as he hammered heavy blows to the left arm and shoulder, Perfect wrenching on the arm again, bringing Bret down to the canvas. The Hitman nipped up to his feet, reversing the arm wringer, then bringing Perfect into a side headlock, Perfect sending Bret off the ropes, going for something, but Bret held onto the ropes, staying on the other side, as Perfect just watched him.
This match was dead even in the early going, neither man wanting to make a mistake, as they locked up again, Bret going behind Perfect and lifting him up, taking him down with a wrestling lift, holding onto the waist as Perfect sat out. He rolled onto his belly, trying to break out, but Hart shifted his weight, riding him, keeping Perfect down, locking Perfect in a front facelock on the mat. Perfect struggled to get out of this one, but rose to his knees, turning his body and escaping the hold, getting Bret in a hammerlock on the mat, Bret now being face down, and Perfect with the advantage.
Bret got to a kneeling position, still in the hammerlock as Perfect wrenched on it harder, Bret looking for a means of escape. He tried the legs, but Perfect pulled them back, feigning an elbow, Perfect leaning his head back, he had the hammerlock in pretty good, Perfect quickly switching to a drop toe hold, jumping up and going for a headlock on the mat, but Bret quickly rolled out of it and got Perfect in a hammerlock on the mat, keeping this on the mat. He drove a knee into the elbow, continuing to apply pressure to the hammerlock as Perfect sat out, getting back up to his feet.
He sent an elbow to Bret's face, but Bret held onto the hammerlock, as Perfect reversed it into another hammerlock, Bret quickly running to the ropes and dropping, Perfect falling through the ropes to the outside! A very nice escape by the Hitman as Perfect got back up to see Bret flying over the rope with a plauncha, nailing him! Bret started to hammer away on Perfect's head until the ref told him to get back into the ring, sliding inside, waiting for Perfect to rise. He got back up and into the ring at eight, having plenty of time to recover, Perfect and Hart being on opposite corners of each other.
The ref checked to see if Perfect was all right, his bell was a bit rung, but he shrugged it off and approached the Hitman again, locking up, jocking for position as Bret was able to push Perfect to the corner, the referee ordering for a clean break, Bret backing off and allowing it. Perfect came out of the corner, looking around the ring, just checking his surroundings as Bret remained all business on the inside, locking up again. Perfect again was backed into the corner, but quickly reversed Bret into it, the referee ordering another clean break, but Perfect fired a right hand that the Hitman had scouted, blocking it and hammering away on Mr. Perfect, rocking him to the center of the ring! He sent Perfect off the ropes, going for a back body drop, but Perfect leapt up and hit a quick sunset flip! 1.... 2.... no, Bret quickly got out of it, rolling to his feet and catching Perfect with a running dropkick.
Perfect got back up to his feet in the corner, Bret coming in, but Perfect buried a kick right in the midsection, bringing Bret into the corner and hitting a reverse knife edge. He pulled Bret out of the corner with a hip toss, picking him back up and dropping him with a backbreaker, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it as Perfect placed kicks right to the lower back and kidney area, targetting the back. Hitman got back up to his feet as Perfect buried a right hand into the gut, kicking at him in the corner, before pulling him out and hitting a belly to belly with perfect execution. Bret slowly got back to his feet and was met with a dropkick right on the button, knocking him to the outside.
Bret gingerly got back up and collected his thoughts, Perfect nailing him in the mouth with a baseball slide! Bret was knocked down hard, Perfect rolling him back inside, having him where he wanted, dropping an elbow onto Bret's chest, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out of it. Perfect picked Bret up by the hair, bringing him to the corner and dropping him with a running bulldog, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Bret got a shoulder up as Perfect was in complete control, picking him up and delivering a vertical suplex, working overtime on the back, as Perfect dropped an elbow upon it. He picked Bret up and fired him into the corner, but Bret went up and over, Perfect stopping and catching him on his shoulder, but Bret refused to let go of the cornerpad. Perfect pulled again, and Bret let go, shifting his weight, landing on top of him! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect squirmed out as the two men rose up, Perfect leveling Bret with a right hand that stunned him!
Bret was dazed, Perfect catching him with another reverse knife edge on the ropes, Bret holding on as Perfect fired him off, going for a back body drop, but he lowered his head, receiving a knee lift to the face, knocking him across the ring! Bret was back in control as he hit Perfect in the midsection, then the head, sending forth a headbutt, before hitting Mr. Perfect with a backbreaker. He grabbed Perfect's legs, locking in a figure four leg lock! Perfect struggled in pain, reaching for the ropes, but he was a long ways away, his shoulders hitting the mat! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect sat up, Bret cranking the pressure up on the figure four, just keeping him down, Perfect dropping again. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect again sat back up, swinging for Bret's face, but he was too far away, Bret had the hold locked in tight.
Mr. Perfect willed himself on, trying to turn his body over to the left, trying to reverse the hold, swinging his body the other way, reversing the figure four onto Bret! Bret was now feeling the same pain that Perfect was earlier, as Perfect pushed up on his hands, leaning back, REALLY cranking the pressure on the leg, as Bret relinquished the hold, both men holding their knees in pain, the hold took a toll on both of them. Bret got to his feet first and drove a fist to the midsection, Perfect rising up in the corner as Bret hooked his head, going for a bulldog of his own, but Perfect quickly countered into a back suplex, but Bret landed on his feet, rolling Perfect up from behind! 1.... 2.... no, Perfect pushed Bret off, kicking out.
Bret got to his feet quickly and waited for Perfect to rise, coming off the second rope with a clothesline, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect was able to kick out of it, Bret picking him back up and hammering away on his head again, sending Perfect to the far corner, catching him coming out with a back body drop. Perfect got to his feet, dazed, being sent into the ropes, Bret catching him with a sleeper hold! Perfect reached out for the ropes, but he was dead center in the ring, as the Hitman had the sleeper locked in nice and tight, and Mr. Perfect was starting to fade in the center of the ring.
Perfect slumped down to a seated position, Bret putting all his weight down on his head and neck, applying more pressure onto the sleeper, as the referee rose Perfect's hand up. He let it go as it fell to the mat lifeless, that was one. He rose the hand up again, letting go, as it fell down to the canvas again, the referee calling for two. He lifted the arm one more time, as he let go, Perfect's arm stopped about halfway down, still having some fight left in him, as he lightly began to stomp on the mat, getting more and more energy, feeding off some of the fans, nailing Bret with a right hand to the midsection to break a little pressure off, before sending Bret off the ropes, catching him with a sleeper as well! Bret was a little bit faster on the counter, hitting the mat, nailing Perfect with a jaw jacker, sending him into the corner. Bret got back to his feet and ran forward, but Perfect ducked out of the way, Bret hitting the corner sternum first!
Mr. Perfect pulled himself up on the ropes, shaking his head a bit, waiting for Bret to rise, as he pulled down one of the straps on his singlet, he was getting a little frustrated. Bret rose to a seated position, Mr. Perfect nailing him with the neck snap, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Bret kicked out of it, as Perfect got him back to his feet, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him into the corner, talking trash. He sent Bret into the far corner, charging in, but Bret got a foot up into Perfect's face, stunning him, Bret coming out of the corner with right hands, hammering away. He sent Perfect into the ropes, nailing him in the midsection with a straight fist, before hitting him with a russian leg sweep, going for the pin. 1.... 2.... no, Mr. Perfect kicked out of it.
The Hitman rose up, having a second wind, grabbing Mr. Perfect and dropping him with a piledriver, before going to the corner. He hit the second rope, coming off with the elbow drop right to the face, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Perfect kicked out of it, still having some fight left in him, but The Hitman was in control, pointing his thumb up, then down, signalling for the Sharpshooter. He grabbed the legs and crossed them over, going to turn around, but Perfect raked at his eyes, breaking the hold. Not the cleanest way, but it got the job done, as he fired Bret into the corner, but was reversed. Bret charged in, Perfect lifting his boot up, but Bret ducked and slid out of the ring, grabbing Perfect's legs and crotching him on the post!
Mr. Perfect crawled out in pain, holding himself as Bret went to the top rope, very uncharacteristic for him as he waited for Perfect to rise, leaping off, and getting caught out of the air with a dropkick to the chest, knocking the wind out of him! Perfect crawled over for the count! 1.... 2.... no, Bret Hart kicked out of it, Perfect was able to regain control however, picking Bret up and dropping him with a DDT, rolling over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Bret still kicked out of it, as Perfect knew it was time to put him away. He grabbed Bret by the hair and hooked his arm, going for the Perfect-Plex, grabbing a hold of the leg and nailing it perfectly, locking the fingers! 1.... 2.... NO! Bret kicked out of it!
Perfect got back to his feet enraged at the referee, screaming out that he couldn't kick out of it! The ref insisted that it was just a two count, Perfect going up to the top rope, waiting like a cat for him to rise, leaping off and nailing a missile dropkick straight into Bret's face, covering again! 1.... 2.... no! Bret still kicked out, and Perfect was in disbelief! He picked Bret back up one more time, but Bret woke up with an inverted atomic drop and a clothesline, but Perfect hooked the arm and went for a backslide, Bret able to flip over him, but Perfect quickly kicked him in the abdomen and loaded him up for the Perfect-Plex again, Bret quickly hitting a small package! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Bret "Hitman" Hart!"
Bret Hart countered the Perfect-Plex straight into a small package for the 1-2-3, going into the Grand Finale of the G1 Climax, as Mr. Perfect got back to his feet, pissed that he allowed himself to be suckered in like that, Bret pulling an old trick out of the book to beat him. Bret got back to his feet, climbing the ropes exhaustedly, but celebrating all the while, when Perfect pulled him off the ropes.
"Perfect's not too happy about this loss, Monsoon. He's just coming off of a major hot streak, and his comeback story has been prematurely ended."
"I doubt that his comeback story has been ended, Jesse, he has nothing to be ashamed of here!"
"He's gonna blast him, I'm telling you right now."
"He is not!"
Mr. Perfect and Bret Hart had some strong words for each other, almost resorting to shoving, as the two looked like they were ready to go again, the referee getting between them, but Perfect just pushed him off. Perfect could be heard saying "You better give me a rematch, Hart. Next time, the victory's mine," before shaking Bret's hand, leaving the ring. A proud competitor to say the least, Mr. Perfect allowed the better man to take the spotlight, as it would now be Randy Savage vs. Bret Hart in the Grand Finale.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship."
[Play Out]
MsChif got about half way down the aisle when she was jumped from behind by Maryse whom blasted her in the back, taking the title belt off of her waist and hit her over the skull, bashing her head into the steel ramp. She rose up and slammed her right into the barricade then pulled at her hair, tossing her hard to the apron then bodyslammed her down.
She flipped her hair back and kicked her hard in the ribs then grabbed her by the hair and flung her right into the steel stairs, Maryse kicking her in the face with a running boot as she yelled at the crowd and pulled her up, smashing her head into the barricade and asked if they wanted her to do it again, picking her up and dropped her chest first on the announce table. She would grin a bit and trampled on her face a bit before tossing MsChif into the ring and held her palm out to them, rolling into the ring as the bell rang.
Maryse pulled MsChif to her feet as she was quickly dropped with the Descecrator, covering, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, MsChif."
Lightning struck twice and Maryse even cheated and she still retained her title in record breaking time, getting her title back and rose it up leaving the ringside area and left Maryse to lay in defeat for the second time in two months, grinning to herself a bit as we move to the next match.
"Ladies and Gentleman the follow contest scheduled for one fall is for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship."
[Play Out]
Gotoh looked beaten and hurt already due to G1 and what occured there, Steamboat stretching out as Gotoh cracked his neck, pulling up from the corner as they moved around the ring very slowly. Both of them would lock up as Gotoh shoved him hard to the corner having the strength as Ricky grinned, locking up again and this time pushed him back. Gotoh surprised at that as they locked up a third time, Ricky locking in the arm wringer, twisting and turning it then dropped an elbow over it, ducking a spinning back fist and started to chop and punch at Gotoh to the corner.
He would toss him to the other end, watching him smack off dropped him with a spine buster. Ricky rose up and caught Gotoh in a sideheadlock, hitting to his head then tossed him off, ducking and backbody dropped him down, Gotoh staggering up as he was hit with a dropkick, another dropkick then a hard hiptoss, Gotoh rolling to the floor needing to regroup.
Ricky yelled out "You wanted this match come get it" as Gotoh rolled back inside, charging as Ricky dropped him with an armdrag, chopping hard to his chest and tossed him hard to the ropes and chased after him, Gotoh coming off the rope not knowing where Ricky was as he turned around, Steamboat catching him with a spinning headscissor tomoe throw then clotheslined out of the ring. Gotoh rose in frustration as he re entered, locking up with Ricky whom dropped him again with a toe hold, rising up as Gotoh locked up again, Steamboat able to side step toss him through the ropes to the floor, Gotoh kicking the barricade as he entered again, locking in a greco roman lock.
He tried to use his superior strength, pushing Ricky to the corner then came in with a punch, Steamboat rolling out of the corner and caught him right in the jaw with a kick, Gotoh sliding out of the ring, kicking the stairs in anger as Ricky just called him on, he wasn't fooling around tonight as Gotoh re entered, catching him in a front waist lock and tackled him to the corner, he would ram his shoulder into him a few times as Ricky waited for him to rise, blocking the punch and chopped hard to the chest over and over again, Gotoh kicking him in the gut, coming off the rope but Steamboat dropped down and caught him with an over the shoulder takedown then another good dropkick. Gotoh smacking off the buckle as Steamboat picked him up and rose him for a suplex.
Steamboat held him up and used his other hand to call to the fans, getting the support and came down with the suplex, Gotoh slowly rising up as Steamboat gave him a dropkick to the chest, Gotoh falling through the ropes to the floor for a third time. Steamboat went after him, pulling him up and tossed him hard into the barricade then rammed him headfirst into the steel post followed up with a stalling backsuplex upon the floor.
Gotoh grunted out as he was tossed into the ring, Steamboat grabbing at his leg and would smash it down upon the mat then did it again, Gotoh moving to the corner and pulled himself up, Steamboat hitting hard blows to the head then tossed him off, Gotoh smacking the buckle but literally exploded out with a damn clothesline that nearly took Ricky's head off. He rose up, shaking his leg some and pulled Steamboat up, raising him up high and did a whirling powerbomb, rolling to his feet and charged in with a bicycle kick clear across his head, watching Ricky spin and dropped him with a leaping snap DDT, drilling his head into the mat.
Gotoh rose slow, taking his ponytail out and waited for Ricky to rise, locking him in a rear naked choke and scissored the legs, squeezing tightly as that was quite legal, Ricky rolling and got his foot on the rope as the hold broke, Gotoh dragging him up and kicked him right in the face with a roundhouse, that actually knocking him to the corner as he came in with a high angle knee to the face. He placed Ricky on the top rope and would climb the second rope and instead of a superplex, he just tossed him right to the floor below.
Ricky hit with a thud, wincing as Gotoh climbed the rope, lining up his shot and came down with a shoulder lariat smashing into Ricky. He rolled up and pulled him up by the hair, raising him up and dropped him chest first upon the barrier then did a release german suplex, Ricky's ribs smashing into the apron of the ring as he fell, holding himself.
The replay showed that move a few times as Gotoh picked up the steel stairs, all legal on the floor as he tossed them, hearing them smash into Ricky's head as he tossed him into the ring at the count of thirteen. He pulled him up again, bashing his knees into his face then hit hard haymakers over the side of his head, raising him up and placed him in a torture rack, jumping up and down some to try and stretch out those ribs.
He would then drop him with an inverted death valley driver, slowly rising and blasted him with a running boot over the face, picking him up and slammed him hard with an Alabama Slam, cutting his throat with his thumb and locked Ricky in a lay out butterfly lock. Ricky would shake his arms, slowly rising to his feet and countered it into modified suplex. Both men rose, Ricky striking with a kick, another kick, then another kick, ducking a punch and chopped over his chest then head, using his martial arts as Gotoh came in with a kick, Steamboat dropping him with a dragonscrew.
Gotoh rolled up and swung again, Ricky catching the arm and locked him in a full nelson, Gotoh rolling forward to break out as he came in with a kick. Steamboat blocked and kicked him in the chest, the leg, the chest, the leg, the ribs, the chest again then the knee, hitting a spinkick right to his chest as Gotoh fell on his knees and Ricky connected with a thrust kick right to his head, Gotoh knocked into another orbit as Steamboat pulled him up and started to strike at him with hard chops and fists, knocking Gotoh to the corner whom kicked to his ribs, breaking up his momentum and hit the rope, leaping with a moonsault and splashed down for two.
He rose up and went for another butterfly lock but Steamboat dropped down and grabbing the arm in an armbar, Gotoh able to get to the rope before it was applied, rising up and dumped Steamboat over the rope though Ricky held on, grabbing Gotoh and would suplex him up and actually leapt back some, smashing through the announce table.
Christ you had to be kidding me as Ricky rose up, making sure to cash in that recipt as he pulled Gotoh to his feet and tossed him into the ring, climbing the top rope and poised, leaping for the flying chop as Gotoh countered by leaping in the air and caught him with a fucking modified capture legdrop.
Gotoh rose up shaking his head some as he let Steamboat rise to his knees and blasted him in the back of the head with a running knee, coming off the rope again and blasted him with a big boot to the front of his face, Gotoh pulling him up by the hair and dropped him down with a brainbuster and signaled it was going to be over here real quick, picking him up and dropped him with a vertical brainbuster, rising up and dropped Ricky with a fireman's carry neckbreaker, the ref checking him after that was as Gotoh pushed him out of the way, dropping him with a double underhook powerbomb, pulling him up by the legs and powerbombed him right into the buckle.
Gotoh took a few steps back and ran hard with a big boot right over Steamboat's face, watching him drop to the mat as he pulled him up and dropped him with a TigerBack Suplex, rising to his feet and mounted him, starting to punch at his head, hitting him with hard shots as Ricky was unresponsive, Gotoh pulling up and rose his hand in victory knowing the title was his as he pulled him up and moved him to the corner, holding him up with his palm and made a fist, going for the Heart Punch and swung....Ricky avoiding it just in time and dropped Gotoh with a german suplex.
That bought him a little bit of time to recover though Gotoh would drop him down with a flatening clothesline, rising to his feet and moved to the corner, lining up his shot as Ricky slowly rose up. He would then charge in with a flying spin kick from hell, connecting right to Ricky's head and rolled to his feet, pulling him up and dropped him with the GoToHeaven, covering, 1-2, NO Ricky got his foot on the rope. Gotoh grabbed him and dragged him to the middle of the ring as Steamboat kicked him off to the buckle, ducking the clothesline and connected with a spinning roundhouse to Gotoh's face, sending him to the turnbuckle as Steamboat rose up, watching him stagger over and picked him up with a Death Valley Driver.
Ricky rose up, holding his neck as Gotoh staggered to his feet, not having a clue where he was as Steamboat came off the rope with a crossbody block then a wrap around flying neckbreaker, getting the momentum he needed and dropped Gotoh with a vertical piledriver, nearly spiking the head into the mat as he moved to the top rope, hearing the crowd behind him. Gotoh rose up as Steamboat flew off with the flying chop and connected over the skull, moving to cover for the pin as Koji hit the apron, the ref went to push him off though Steamboat did that himself, grabbing him inside and kicked him in the gut and did an inverted bodyslam. Koji rising up and took a thrust kick right to the chops, falling through the ropes to the floor as Steamboat turned around right into a Heart Punch...and avoided it, spinning around Gotoh and caught him with the DragonDDT, drilling the head down and covered, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still IWGP World Heavyweight Champion, Ricky The Dragon Steamboat."
Ricky rose up, taking his title from the ref and blasted Gotoh on the head with it watching him sail over the rope to the floor. That was hit world title and he wasn't going to let go for anything, Gotoh retreating to the back as Steamboat rose the title up, hitting his chest in pride and slowly exited the ring as we prepare for the Grand Finale of G1.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship!"
(Play Sin Cara)
(Play Taka)
"Introducing first, to my left, in the blue trunks with white Japanese lettering, the challenger. He hails to us from Japan, weighing in at 187lbs with a win-loss record of 22 wins, 10 losses, with an impressive 14 by knockout, Taka Michinoku! And his opponent, to my right, in the black trunks with silver and red accents, the challenger. He hails to us from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 195lbs, with a win-loss record of 29 wins and 12 losses, 2 by knockout, he is the reigning and defending NWA Cruiserweight Champion, the Sensational Sin Cara!"
This match was gonna be fast paced and in your face, the referee ringing the bell, as Sin Cara wasted no time, running at Taka and catching him with a flying headscissor, taking him down. Taka got back to his feet, Sin Cara catching him and tossing him off the ropes, leaping over him with a leapfrog, hitting his back and leaning back, flipping Taka over with his feet, but Taka landed upright, continuing to run, missing a clothesline as Cara ran from the other side. Cara hit a double rotation flying headscissor, sending Taka rolling down, but he got back up to his feet quickly, continuing to run, leaping off the middle rope with a springboard dropkick to Sin Cara's face, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out and sprang up quickly, shoving Taka to the ropes, catching him with a tiltawhirl, but Taka fought out of it and landed on his feet, Cara running forward and getting tripped up, dangling on the middle rope.
Taka ran from the far side and jumped off Sin Cara's back, getting some elevation and crashed down upon his back, pulling him from the ropes and covering. 1.... 2.... no, Cara kicked out again as Taka wasted no time, going for kicks to the thighs and the midsection, backing him into the corner. Taka kicked at the chest time and time again, before leaping up and hitting a jumping kick to Cara's face, knocking him down, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Cara still kicked out as he got back to his feet, Taka sending him into the ropes, but Taka was reversed, getting launched into the air, but Taka dropkicked Cara right in the chest on the way down, knocking him to the floor.
Cara got back to his feet on the outside as Taka flew over the ropes with a cannonball plauncha, taking Cara down, getting up and screaming out, as the fans cheered him on. He rolled Sin Cara back into the ring before taking it another level, going to the top rope, leaping off with a high cross body block, crashing down onto Sin Cara! 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out, Taka picking him back up and sending him into the ropes again, going for a roundhouse kick, but Sin Cara ducked it, sliding under his leg and hitting hard thigh kicks to Taka, knowing that without the legs, he couldn't knock him out. Cara grabbed the leg and hit a dragon screw leg whip, wrenching hard on the leg, still holding onto it, but Taka kicked him off and nipped up, going for a superkick, Cara catching the foot. Taka went for an enziguiri, Cara ducking it, Taka landing on his foot. He went back the other way, Cara ducking that as well, as we were back to the original position. Cara tossed Taka backward, but Taka backflipped, landing on his feet!
Cara ran forward and got lowbridged, but stayed on the apron as Taka moved away. Cara springboarded off the top rope and flipped in with another flying headscissor, Taka using the momentum to roll back up to his feet, charging at Cara who launched him high into the air, hitting him with a gutbuster on the way down! Taka had ALL the wind knocked right out of his lungs, as he coughed, gasping for air, as Sin Cara kicked at the sides of his ribs, keeping Taka down, and slowing the pace down a little bit. Taka got to his knees, Sin Cara leveling the side of his ribs with a low dropkick, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka got a shoulder up as he picked Taka up, sending him to the far corner, but Taka leapt up the ropes and moonsaulted over Cara, running off the ropes from the far side, catching him with a flying leg lariat!
Cara got back up, Taka sending him off the ropes again, but Cara reversed it, Taka missing a clothesline, coming back and getting hit with a tiltawhirl facebuster, Taka's head blasting into the canvas hard, being rolled over for the count! 1.... 2.... no, Taka barely kicked out as Sin Cara was hitting high impact moves, locking in a side armbar, working at the arm. Taka struggled to get out, his bell still being rung, as Sin Cara grabbed him by the arm and slammed it into the turnbuckle, draping it over the top rope and pulling, the referee laying the count down. Cara broke at four, Taka's arm taking a pounding, as he pulled Taka out of the corner, dropping him with a modified Jackhammer slam, springing back to his feet. Taka got to a knee and took a stiff kick to the side of the head, knocking him out of the ring, hitting the floor.
Sin Cara readied himself, running from one side of the ring to the other, leaping over with a somersault, not even touching the ropes, but Taka caught him out of the air and powerbombed him right onto the mats, both men down on the floor! Both men were down, looking up at the lights as Sin Cara probably thought he was Mistico at this point, as Taka used the railing to pull himself up, still holding onto his ribs, picking a lifeless Sin Cara up and rolling him back into the ring, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he kicked out somehow, Taka rising to his feet, calling for the Michinoku Driver! He was gonna end this one quickly as he picked Sin Cara up, but Cara went up and over and grabbed him in a Dragon Sleeper, lifting Taka into the air and dropping him with a sitout vertical piledriver!
Oh my God, Taka's neck may have snapped straight in two as Sin Cara covered, that was it! 1.... 2.... no! Taka kicked out, probably out of instinct, as the replays showed Taka's head being spiked into the mat, Cara picking him back up and kicking him in the midsection, lifting him up for a powerbomb, but Taka jumped right up with it, and countered the powerbomb straight into a falling facebuster, covering right after! 1.... 2.... no, Sin Cara kicked out of it, Taka rolling onto his back, trying to pull himself up, as Sin Cara shook the cobwebs out of his head, readjusting his mask, closing the distance. Taka fired a kick to the midsection, leaping off the top rope, going for a sunset flip takeover, but Cara dropped to his knees, hooking the legs! 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out and rolled to his feet, coming off the ropes with a dropkick that almost sent Cara's nose to the back of his head!
Cara was propped up by the ropes in the corner, otherwise he'd have gone down, as Taka ran in with a running palm strike, knocking Cara down to a seated position, Taka coming off the ropes and delivering a low dropkick right into his face! He pulled him out of the corner, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Cara's foot hit the bottom rope, Taka didn't pull him far enough, as he got back to his feet. He picked Cara back up, sending him off the ropes, Cara flipping forward and pulling a page out of Tajiri's book, going for a handspring back elbow, but Taka saw it coming and turned it into a neckbreaker right out of the air! Cara held his neck in pain as Taka covered quickly! 1.... 2.... no, Cara still kicked out, he was a tough hombre for sure.
Taka got back to his feet, waiting for Sin Cara to rise as he was ready to come off the ropes with something as he ran off, Sin Cara launching him into the air and catching him with a diamond cutter straight out of the air, Taka bouncing at least three feet off the mat! Sin Cara ascended to the top rope, coming off with a corkscrew moonsault, splashing right down upon Taka, covering! 1.... 2.... no! Taka still kicked out of it, Cara picking him back up and hit an arm wringer, dragging him to the corner, where Cara jumped and walked the ropes, going for a hurricanranna, but Taka countered it right into a sitout powerbomb, holding the legs for the pin! 1.... 2.... no! Cara got the shoulder up somehow!
Both men were exhausted, Cara rising up in the corner gingerly as Taka ran forward for the Super K, but Cara came out of the corner with a springboard spinning heel kick, blasting a running Taka right between the eyes, Taka falling lifeless to the mat!
"He knocked him out, Gorilla! Look at Taka, he's done!"
"The referee's checking it out right now, you may be right!"
The ref ran to Taka and checked on him, Taka was able to respond, he wasn't knocked out! Somehow, that kick didn't knock Taka out as Sin Cara was pissed to say the least, screaming at the referee in Spanish. Taka slowly rose up to his feet in the corner, he was knocked loopy, but not out, as Cara ran forward, charging in, Taka back dropping him over the post, but Cara was able to land right on the top rope in perfect position, leaping off with a cannonball, bowling over Taka, holding the legs for the pin! 1.... 2.... no! Taka barely was able to slide out, as Cara waited for Taka to rise in the corner again, going for a cartwheel back elbow, but Taka nailed Cara with the Flash Kick right to the back of Cara's head!
Cara didn't fall, but struggled to regain his balance as he kept stumbling forward, falling into the far corner, Taka running and naililng the Super K knockout kick dead in the face! Taka rose his hands up in victory as Sin Cara was knocked completely out! The referee ran over to Sin Cara and was actually able to get a response! Sin Cara was responding, he was NOT knocked out, much to Taka's shock!
"How is he not knocked out after that kick, Ventura?"
"He's a champion, and even though people don't like him, he pulls out something from deep inside him, and that's what made him a champion in the first place!"
Taka waited for Sin Cara to rise, readying for a second Super K, Cara pulling himself up in the far corner as Taka readied, planting his feet, charging forward and leaping up with it, kicking the post with the Super K, just like the night before! Sin Cara rose him up to the top rope, leaping with the Final Sin right off the top, crashing down in the center of the ring, covering! 1.... 2.... NO!!! Taka Michinoku kicked out of it somehow, Sin Cara's face could almost be seen through his mask, you could just tell he was in utter shock! Cara backed away into the corner, probably saying something to himself as he waited for a dazed Taka to rise to his feet in the center of the ring, Cara running and going for La Mistica, but Taka was able to counter it straight into the Michinoku Driver, planting Cara's head right into the mat, hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Taka Michinoku!"
Taka pulled off an upset, no one ever saw this one coming, as Taka Michinoku rose the NWA Cruiserweight Championship over his head, falling to his knees and screaming out in Japanese! The fans were absolutely wild, throwing streamers into the ring, as Taka rose to the top rope and rose the title over his head time and time again, screaming out! Taka hit all four corners, raising the title for all to see, as he left the ring, covered in streamers, limping badly, but the pain was gone from his face, all that was there was pure elation, as we crowed a new NWA Cruiserweight Champion!
Sin Cara rose up in the center of the ring, holding his head in pain, just realizing what had transpired, and lowered his head in shame... realizing that the Regime was in the building watching him... when the lights cut out. Yeah... we knew what this meant, Sin Cara was about to get a thrashing from the Regime of Extreme.
(Play)
What the hell was this? Sin Cara came out in his traditional blue and gold, confronting the black Sin Cara, the fans chanting out "Azul! Azul! Azul! Azul!" Sin Cara Azul pointed at Sin Cara Negro and shook his head, the fans getting behind that as he leapt forward, hammering away on him, beating the ever loving hell out of him! Sin Cara Azul brought forth the thunder upon Sin Cara Negro's head, just hammering away with clubbing blows, picking him up and sending him to the ropes, but Negro reversed it, Sin Cara Azul nailing a La Mistica DDT, knocking him out!
Sin Cara Azul asked the fans if he should rip the mask off, the fans emphatically screaming out "Si! Si! Si! Si!" Sin Cara Azul reached down, undoing the mask, ripping it off, but he hid his face quickly, going underneath the ring and grabbing a towel, hiding himself as he ran from the ringside area. Sin Cara, THE REAL Sin Cara made a shocking return at NWA Sin, the very event he debuted at last year, but now there were several unanswered questions, as Sin Cara was able to clean the dirt from his name, celebrating with the fans, before heading back down the ramp to the backstage area, with the black Sin Cara mask in his hand. He rose it over his head triumphantly, heading to the back.