Post by DM on Sept 3, 2012 17:36:19 GMT
NWA Uncensored
Tokyo Dome Japan
Capacity : 45,000
Theme - Seek And Destroy 'Metallica'
Dark Match
Hayabusa def. Ultimo Dragon/Tiger Mask IV/Dragon Kid
Special Fight, Big Van Vader def. Riki Chosyu
"Welcome everyone to Tokyo Japan in the Tokyo Dome where we have a sell out crowd, esitmated of 45 Thousand fans going crazy for this event. For the second year in a row NWA and New Japan Pro bring you NWA Uncensored, put the kids to bed, kiss grandma goodnight, it is going to be one hell of a night tonight. My broadcast partner as always, Jessie The Body Ventura."
"My god this is the second year we're here and tonight we have huge matches lined up, A Street Fight, A Prison Cell, Tornado Tags, No DQ bouts and the Iron Man Match for the Undisputed Championship of the World, I have a feeling this arena is going to break by the end of it."
"The big match that everyone is talking about, the Championship of the World, how apprapo that the two most coveted fought for titles of the east and west are being defended here tonight and properly naming the Title Holder, Champion of the World, your thoughts Jess."
"Del Rio is good I will give him that, but Sting is a whole other man and tonight, in my humble opinion, he is going to retake those titles and prove why he is The Icon of this business."
"Lets take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall will be for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
[Play Out]
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall will have a fifteen minute time limit and is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship. Standing over to my left, from Sin City, wearing the black and white, weighing 224 lbs, The Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels. Standing over to my right, from Japan, wearing the white and blue, weighing at 187 lbs, The Invicible Taka Michonoku."
The bell sounded as Daniels would just ignore the Pro Taka crowd as they locked up in the ring, Daniels hitting a side headlock and pushed him aside. They locked up again as Daniels dropped him down with a headloack takedown, wrenching tightly on the head and tossed him to the floor. Daniels fell to a knee soaking it all in as Taka rolled back inside, trying a striking game but he was dropped with a capture suplex.
Daniels hit the rope and connected with a dropsault over the side of the head, Taka rolling back to the floor as Daniels would pursue, smacking him back first into the barricade then chopped over his chest. Daniels then tossed him right into a cameraman, grinning at what he did and tossed him hard into the ring.
He would kick Taka over the head, stomping at him then wrenched at the arm, kicking hard to his chest then wrenched on it again, pulling him into a cutter, covering for two. Daniels pushed him to the corner and came in hard with a running clothesline then did it again, tossing him out with a hiptoss then a dropsault to the face, kicking Taka to the floor.
He climbed the top rope and waited, making a signal in the air and leapt off with a shoulderblock, busting Taka right in the mouth. He slammed him into the barricade once again then dropped him with a german suplex, Taka's back smacking into the stairs.
The ref went to check on him but Daniels pushed him out of the way, tossing Taka back into the ring and kicked him over and over to the ribs, moving him back to the corner and kicked him hard then punched over his head, finishing Taka with a monkey flip. He charged in with a clothesline but Taka leapt up with a dropkick, another dropkick then dropped him with a leaping neck breaker.
Taka used his knees to bash over his head, tossing him to the ropes though Daniels irish whipped him back, missing another clothesline as Taka came hard off the rope and connected with a diving shoulder block. Taka would kick and stomp at him, wrenching the arm and hit the top rope then leapt over having it snap over the rope. Daniels held his arm as Taka springboarded off the rope with a clothesline, sizing him up for the FlashKick but Daniels retreated to the floor.
He held his arm and Taka made chase with a rope plancha, crashing down upon him. He would chop hard over his chest, Daniels rolling into the ring as Taka made chase, Daniels swinging hard with a kick as Taka would duck and dropped him with a climb up ensiguri, quickly moving to the rope and connected with a moonsault but Daniels got his knees up.
He rose slowly and punted Taka over the head, the ref checked on him but he was okay, Daniels pulling him to the center of the ring and would punt him over the head again, the ref checking on Taka but Daniels punted him a third time over the head and pushed the ref out of the way, picking him up for a suplex and dropped Taka right on his head, connecting with the Arabian Moonsault, covering for two.
He removed his shoulder pad then would grind it over Taka's face, dragging him up and tossed him hard to the buckle then slammed him down with the Blue Thunder, covering only for two. Daniels grabbed him by the legs, dragging his legs to the post. He would grab Taka's Japanese Flag and ripped it right in half.
Already that pissed the fans off as he used the two ends and would tie Taka's feet together, moving into the ring and would stomp on him over and over again. The ref went to free him but the knot was too tight, Daniels rolling out of the ring and picked up a kendo stick, rolling into the ring and started to swing it around, calling Taka a Yellow Monkey and smashed the stick over and over again on Taka's face and chest.
The ref finally got his feet free but the damage was done, Daniels pulling him from the corner and mounted him, trapping his arms and would start to punch freely over his head until his fist got tired, shaking it out. Taka slowly rose up as Daniels slammed him down, hitting the top rope and came down with a knee over the throat, rolling up and slammed him down with the Spice Drop, rolling out to the floor and pulled in the kendo stick.
He would spin it around some, winding up like a ball bat and swung, Taka rolling under it and slammed Daniels with the Super K kick over the skull. He kicked the stick out of the ring and dropped Daniels with a belly to belly then caught him with a hard kick right to the chest, coming off the rope with a knee over the face.
Taka yelled out, picking him up and hooked the arms but Daniels backbody dropped him, coming in strong but missed the clothesline, Taka catching him with an armdrag then quickly applied the armbar. Daniels pulled himself up, tossing Taka off as he came off the rope with a crossbody block, rolling back to his feet and went for the FlashKick, Daniels rolling to the floor again.
Taka rolled after him but he was tricked and smashed into the stairs. He kicked the top portion off and would nail a reverse suplex, Taka's belly smacking into the bottom of it as he rolled off. Daniels tossed him into the ring and dropped him with an inverted T-Bone Suplex, laying him on his belly and locked him in the Just Facelock to add more insult to injury.
He would pull and wrench on him, almost ripping his head off but Taka refused to tap, Daniels eventually letting go but locked him in a Dragonsleeper. Taka broke out with two hard kicks to the head, hitting the rope and caught Daniels with a sunset flip, Daniels rolling back and connected with a running knee to the face, quickly moving to the rope for the BME...missing but landed on his feet, tackling Taka to the corner and rammed his shoulder into his ribs.
Daniels slowly placed him on top, hitting over his head and looked to drop him with a super Death Valley Driver but Taka fought out with his elbow, getting behind him and dropped Daniels with a super chickenwing back suplex.
Taka rose up first, Daniels staggering as was dropped with a dropsault to the face, Taka hitting the top rope and came down with a super legdrop over the throat, pulling him up and dropped him with a brainbuster, cutting his throat with his thumb and waited for him to rise, locking him up but Daniels hit him in the stomach with his knee, picking him up and drove him down over the rope, Taka landing on his back and slowly rose up, Daniels pressing him up and came down catching him with a stunner.
Daniels moved to the corner, lining up his shot as Taka staggered as he came in with a running high knee, connecting over the back of the head, Taka smacking off the buckle as Daniels picked him up from behind and slammed him down with a whirling Blue Thunder Buster, rolling back and hit the top rope and came down hard with the BME but Taka rolled out of the way just in time.
Daniels charged in and was hit with a drop toe hold into the buckle then blasted with the SuperK, watching him stagger out of the corner and came in with the FlashKick, Daniels spun out of the way, kicking hard to the stomach and locked the arms, raising him up for the Angel Wings, Taka rising up and pulled him into a Hurricanrana, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner and Still NWA Cruiseweight Champion, Taka Michonoku."
What a counter that was, Daniels rising up to protest it but was kicked with the FlashKick out of the ring, Taka yelling at him and took the belt from the ref, raising in up and gained the support of the Pro Taka crowd, Daniels holding his cheek and started to retreat to the back, saying Taka cheated but the decision was final, Taka raising his belt up and signaled he'd hold the title forever. There was a new Cruiserweight King in town and his name was Taka Michonoku.
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship and is under No Holds Barred rules. Introducing first, the challenger, from the edge of the neatherworld, MsChif. And her opponent, from the outer edge of sanity, she is the reigning NWA Women's Champion, Serena."
The bell sounded as Serena handed the title over, grinning at MsChif as they would move around the ring slowly. They woudl lock up as MsChif dropped her with a headlock takedown, wrenching on the head and twisted, Serena rising up and pushed her off as MsChif countered with a cross body.
She kicked Serena in the stomach then suplexed her down, catching a clothesline then moved her to the corner, choking her with her foot. MsChif let go and hiptossed her out, connecting with a hard running elbow, dragging her up and tossed him to the ropes, catching Serena with a hurricanrana for two.
Both girls rose with MsChif striking to the head and tossed Serena to the floor, climbing the top rope and came down with a double ax over the head. Serena would stumble a bit as MsChif connected with a dropsault, kicking her over the barricade. MsChif reached over and dragged her back over, slamming her into the apron then back into the ring, climbing upon the apron and leapt with a springboard cross body, covering for two.
She wasn't deterred, pulling her up and moved her to the corner, kicking her over and over again to the ribs, stepping back then rammed a knee right into her face, pulling her from the corner and covered for two. MsChif then locked her in a halfcrab then reached back and grabbed under her chin, almost bending her in half, Serena refusing to tap.
She kept the hold applied for a small while before letting go, slamming the legs onto the mat then kicked Serena hard in the ribs, pulling her up and tossed her to the ropes, Serena holding on to prevent momentum and rolled to the outside, MsChif in pursuit. She chased her around the ring as Serena slid inside, hitting the rope and came in, missing the clothesline as MsChif caught her with a powerslam but Serena countered that with an awkward tomoe throw.
She kicked MsChif hard in the stomach then wrenched on the head, coming down with a bulldog. She would mount her from behind and rubbed her face along the mat, pulling her up by the hair and dropped her with a Whirling Dervish.
Serena dragged her to the apron, having her head dangle over the apron with her head down, running along the floor and would punt her face right in. Serena rolled back inside and locked in a rear naked choke, trying to squeeze the life out of her as MsChif would struggle to her feet, Serena violently tossing her against the buckle then dropped her with a death valley driver, covering for two.
Serena then moved over and would dig her nails right into her face mocking the Von Eric Claw. She would latch on like a vice and dug those nails in, pulling away and dragged her up by the hair and dropped her with a snapmare, locking in a reverse chin lock digging her nails into her face again with the free hand.
After a moment she let her go and rammed her to the buckle, ramming her shoulders hard into the ribs before hitting closed fists to her face. She woudl mount the rope and started punching at her head, MsChif blocking at six and would dump Serena over the rope to the floor.
Serena hit the floor in anger and rose, MsChif leaping over the rope with a rolling senton, splashing right down upon her. MsChif hit her with a knee to the ribs then tossed her into the ring, climbing the top rope and droped her with a leg lariat.
MsChif grabbed her legs and would slingshot her right into the buckle, watching her smack off and then dropped her with a whirling hammerlock back suplex. MsChif would then lock her in an STF, latching on tightly as Serena would growl in rage. MsChif held on tightly pulling her neck back a bit as Serena would bend her head down and bit hard upon her palm.
MsChif let go, shaking her hand out then was grabbed by the hair and swung across the ring. Serena then blasted her with a big boot and moved her to the ropes, locking her head within the top and middle almost like a trapnoose and would pull at her legs, strangling her.
After a moment she would let go, dropping knees over the side of the ribs then dragged her up, raising her up for an airplane spin buster, nearly breaking MsChif in half covering for two. Serena dragged her over to the ropes, laying her down and stood on the bottom rope forcing it to come down over MsChif's throat, choking her. MsChif would kick and flail trying to break out as Serena pulled off, pulling her up and suplexed her hard to the mat.
She climbed the top rope and came down with a knee, smashing right over the skull then locked in a buffalo sleeper, trying to seriously wear down MsChif scissoring the legs around the waist. MsChif was on dream street but she wasn't about to give this up yet, finding the strength to rise up with Serena piggy backing and rammed her into the buckle breaking the hold.
MsChif turned around but was hit with a boot to the face but quickly ducked the clothesline, grabbing Serena from behind with a reverse tiger back suplex, covering for two. That was close as she went in but was lowbridged by the tights and fell to the floor. Serena rose needing a moment, rolling out after her and booted her hard in the ribs, tossing her back inside and would lock in an eagle stretch, pulling the arms apart and placed her boot right at the back of the neck.
MsChif wouldn't quit, not to this bitch at least as she was curbstomped to the mat, Serena then applying side headlock, forcing MsChif to rise and push her off, catching Serena right in the face with a stiff kick.
Serena started to move to the floor but MsChif grabbed a hold of her legs, pulling her back to ringside. Serena kicked her off, charging in as MsChif caught her with a tiltawhirl pump handle slam, the impact was huge as MsChif would then lock her in a camel clutch. Serena shook her head, slowly rising up with MsChif on her back, looking to ram her into the buckle but MsChif would flip over and caught her with the Diamond Dust Stunner.
Serena smacked to the corner as MsChif blasted her with kicks, setting her up top as this was dangerous territory, picking Serena up and came down with a superbrainbuster, spiking it. MsChif rolled over....only for two. That was real close as MsChif dragged Serena to her feet, blasting her with hard forearm shots and tossed her then irish whipped her right into a flapjack right into the rope.
Serena held her throat and was kicked in the stomach and dropped down with a snap suplex. MsChif then moved to the rope and leapt with a moonsault, Serena moving out of the way as MsChif landed on her feet, charging in as Serena leapfrog, MsChif hitting the buckle and would springboard off with a tornado DDT.
She sprang up and pulled her up, Serena picking her up and powertackled her to the corner, ramming her shoulders again to the ribs until taking to knees right to her face, MsChif hitting the rope and leapt catching Serena with the Code Green, unable to hook the pin, rolling her over to cover, 1-2, damn she got her foot on the rope as MsChif pulled her to the center of the ring, grabbing the legs until she was pushed off.
Serena rose up, loopy and charged in, MsChif side stepping forcing Serena to smash right into the buckle, MsChif making it worse with a dropkick to the back of the head, turning Serena over and would toss her with a monkey flip. MsChif looked ready to end it, moving over and grabbed the arm ready for the Descecrator but Serena pulled her arm free then quickly placed her palm over her mouth and nose.
She would use the other palm and started to strangle at her, MsChif kicking as she was trying to get some air in her lungs, Serena refusing to let go as the ref actually broke the hold up, MsChif coughing hard to get air into her lungs as Serena pushed the ref out of the way, pulling up Serena for the Fall From Grace, MsChif kicking free behind her, landing and went for a german suplex.
Serena broke free, hitting the rope as MsChif ducked the clothesline, turning around for a clothesline of her own as Serena would punch her right in the throat. MsChif held her throat in pain, coughing and spitting up her green mist that she was setting up for, unable to breathe as Serena would reach around her neck, nearly snapping it back and wrapped the legs around applying the Bite The Dragon submission.
MsChif wasn't even able to kick, unable to breathe in this hold due to the damage in her throat, the ref checking to see if she gave up as MsChif couldn't even speak, breathe or respond to the ref as he would wave for the bell.
"Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner by order of the referee, and still NWA Women's Champion, Serena."
MsChif held her throat, still unable to breathe and medics flew down to the ring to attend to her, Serena getting a hold of the title belt and rose it up, not before punting MsChif in the head to knock her out for the final time. She wanred her she was going to destroy her and that she did tonight under the refs discretion as Serena headed up the aisleway, still, women's champion.
"Ladies and gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Tag Team Championship. Introducing first at the total combined weight of-"
The Hardys jumped Harlem Heat from behind, beating upon them on the aisleway, not taking any chances here tonight, ramming them into the barricade then finished them off with the tag belts, tossing Booker into the ring as they entered, the bell sounding off.
The Hardys would stomp and beat upon him, moving him to the corner and took turns slugging over his head and ribs, finishing him with Poetry in Motion, tossing him to the other corner as Matt and Jeff crashed into him with body splashes, dropping him with a double suplex. Stevie started to make his way inside but he was booted and kicked back to the floor, going back to work on Booker, smashing him to the buckle and set him on top, dropping him down with a double superplex, covering only for two.
Matt would place him within a figure four while Jeff locked him in a Triangle choke, Booker completely unable to fight out of it as he was stuck in the center of the ring being stretched and strangled. Booker would struggle, trying to get air into his lungs as they continued to torture him.
Stevie started to make his way back to the ring, Matt breaking the hold and kicked him hard in the ribs, preventing him from getting inside and rammed him headfirst into the steel post, Jeff pulling Booker up and dropped him with a pile driver, Matt climbing the top rope and came down with the legdrop over the throat, covering only for two.
They would drag him back up, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a backbody drop, Matt clotheslining him down as Jeff connected with a bodysplash, Stevie hitting the apron as Matt went after him but Stevie caught him off guard, kicking him in the stomach and smashed his head into the buckle.
Stevie came in strong but was blinded by powder from Jeff as they tossed him right back to the floor, making sure he smashed headfirst into the barricade. Jeff moved back to Booker, kicking him hard in the corner then mounted him with punches, tossing him away as Matt caught him and dropped him with a powerslam, both of them moving to the top rope, Matt with a legdrop and Jeff with a bodysplash, covering only again for two.
They were going to put him away early as Jeff called for it, pulling Booker up as they went for the Double Side Effect, Booker able to counter out of it with a Double Bookends. That bought him a little bit of time, slowly rising to his feet and blocked a punch from Jeff, starting to wail back at him and rammed him into Matt, dropping him with a spine buster.
Booker slammed Matt down three solid times then caught him with an atomic drop, going in for a clothesline but Matt side stepped, getting caught with a wheel kick right to the face. Booker hit the top rope, coming down with a missile dropkick and knocked Matt to the floor, pulling Jeff up and suplexed him, going crazy as he hit the rope again, coming down with a double axe over the skull.
Matt went to climb back inside but Stevie grabbed the ankle, jerking him off and did a belly to belly suplex right into the barricade. He rolled inside where both of them would ping pong Jeff back and forth, Booker dropping him with a DDT as they dragged him up, tossing him hard to the rope as them slammed him down with a high angle double press drop.
Jeff smacked off the mat then was nailed with a hard clothesline, Booker slamming him to the buckle as he and Stevie would smash into him over and over again, finishing him with a double hip toss. Matt would roll into the ring getting kicked for his efforts and rammed into the corner while Jeff on the other side getting worked on. They were then violently tossed from the corners and smacked into each other, dropping with back suplexes, Jeff being hit to the floor as Matt was slammed with an Alabama Slam.
Stevie pulled him into the center of the ring as they would wishbone his legs apart, dropping alternating elbows over the head then finished him with a double team powerbomb. Booker went to the rope but Jeff pulled the rope down, lowbridging him to the floor then caught Booker with a senton landing right on the stairs.
Jeff rolled into the ring to assist Matt as they were in a slugfest with Big Stevie, something you did not do, able to fend both of them off, coming off the rope and dropped them with a double clothesline. Stevie waited and tackled both of them at once to the corner and splashed them, tossing Matt aside and set Jeff on top, looking for a superplex but Jeff would block, fighting back.
Matt then grabbed Stevie and set him on his shoulders, pulling him away as Jeff came off with the neckbreaker, crashing down hard only for a two count. On the floor a few medics came down to check on Booker whom was in extreme pain, unable to get up as the Hardys worked on Stevie, dropping him with big time double team moves to keep him down, Jeff locking in a side headlock while Matt kicked to his ribs.
They would pull him up and finished him off with the Double Team Side Effect, covering, 1-2..NO the count was broken up by Sista Sherri whom came from out of no where. She would start punching and clawing at Matt, locking him in a sleeper until he tossed her off. He came in at her as she would kick him right between the thighs, Jeff going after her as she would rake her nails right in his eyes, doing whatever she could for her team as she dropped Jeff with a leglace take down, Stevie now up to a vertical base as he dropped Jeff with a big time Steviebomb, pointing up as Sherri slowly climbed the top rope.
Sherri would then leap with a dropkick hitting the Harlem Heat Seeker, covering Jeff....for two at Matt broke it up. Stevie was dragged up and hit a knee to the ribs but was pushed back, Stevie smacking into Sherri whom flew to the floor then was dropped with the Twist of Hate, Matt covering, 1-2, NO.
Broken up by Booker T whom did a modified springboard Harlem Hangover. Matt held the back of his head, Booker was on fire punching and slugging away at him, hitting him with a flying back elbow, a spinning roundhouse kick then finished him off with a snap DDT. Booker would wait and connected with a SuperKick to the jaw, hiptossing Jeff whom came in from behind and dropped him over his knee as Stevie came off the top with a legdrop hitting the Towering Inferno.
Matt charged in and was nailed with the ScissorKick, both men being pinned, 1-2-NO Daniels pulled the ref to the floor breaking it up. Daniels came right into the ring and was treated right to a double flapjack then clotheslined to the floor, turning their attention around as Booker was hit with a jaw jacker and Stevie tackled to the mat stuck in fisticuffs.
They would brawl to the floor as Jeff moved dropped Booker with a hurricanrana, climbing the top rope and came down with the Swanton Bomb...and missed, Booker rolling to his feet and dropped Jeff with an AlleyOop against the rope, Jeff snapping back as Booker came off the rope but was hit right in the kidney by Matt, stumbling as Jeff finished him off with a Twist of Hate, covering as Stevie slid inside to break it up but he was pulled to the floor and rammed right into Sherri and the barricade, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentleman here are your winners and Still NWA Tag Team Champions, The Hardy Boys."
The fans didn't like it but you had to give the champs credit, they hung in there with the best of them and were able to defeat Harlem Heat, raising their titles up and rolled out of the ring a beaten Daniels joining up with them and would grin as he walked up the aisleway with them, like it or not, The Hardys were still your tag team champions.
Cameras cut to the back as Ole Anderson was in the parking lot, carrying a tire iron, waiting for CM Punk to arrive, when all of a sudden.
(Play Punk's arrival)
Punk arrived in his car, complete with his own theme music blaring out the stereo! He flew out of the car and jumped on top of Ole, just beating at him with fists in the parking lot! Ole dropped the tire iron as he fell to the ground, Punk just mounting him and hammering away on him! He picked Ole up and launched him face first into the wall, then threw him into a parking barricade, completely knocking it down as Ole tumbled over it.
Punk yelled out "Try to take me out, huh? Get the hell up," He grabbed Ole by the head and blasted him into a car door, hammering away on his face. Ole wasn't getting in any offense as Punk just battered him to a seated position, driving knees into his face, his head being backed into the car, just taking a beating. Punk left camera for a second and came back swinging with a tire iron, but Ole moved, Punk denting the car with it! Ole started backpedalling, Punk swinging for the fences with the tire iron, Ole ducking underneath every shot! Ole kicked at Punk's gut, making him drop the tire iron, as he picked it up himself, but Punk fired back with a roundhouse into the arm, making Ole drop the tire iron again. He threw Ole into the wall, backing his head up against it. He measured a punch, but Ole ducked, Punk punching the wall! Ole grabbed him from behind and tossed him through a door, right into the locker room.
Ole drove Punk's head into a locker, then body slammed him right onto one of the benches, breaking it! He picked Punk up and just hammered away on him, punching at his face, until Punk blocked one, and started retaliating with punches of his own, but Ole drove a knee to the midsection, driving Punk into another locker. He irish whipped him through the door again, Punk falling to the concrete. Ole went to step out of the room, but Punk kicked the door right into Ole's face, knocking him down, giving him a chance to get back up. Punk grabbed one of the monitor cables and went to Ole, wrapping it around his neck, choking him out! Punk was screaming at Ole, Punk's face red with anger, as Ole's was red from lack of air!
He let Ole go as he dragged in air, Punk kicking him hard in the gut, rolling him over. He picked Ole up, but he answered with a low blow, sending Punk head first into a soda machine, then into the brick wall again. He dragged Punk over to a tech table, picking him up, going to body slam him through it, but Punk slid out of it, landing on his feet behind Ole, kicking him in the legs.
Ole caught one of his kicks, but Punk rallied with an enziguiri, knocking Ole down onto the floor! He stomped at the back of Ole's head, just keeping him down. He grabbed a hold of a steel chair, swinging and connecting hard with Ole's back! Punk screamed out again, whacking Ole again in the back with the chair! Ole was getting his ass kicked at the hands of CM Punk, perhaps accepting the parking lot brawl wasn't a smart choice!
Punk rallied for one more swing, but Ole threw powder into Punk's face, blinding him! He dropped the chair, and Ole picked it up, jabbing Punk in the stomach with it, then cracking it down over his back! Punk fell to a knee, as Ole wound up and connected with a home run swing to Punk's head, re-opening the gash in his head! Ole was like a shark, kneeling down and punching at Punk's bloody head as security and EMTs tried to break it up, Ole got up and fended them off with the chair, screaming "He wanted this shit kicking! He wanted this, and now he's gonna get it!" Ole picked Punk up and drilled him through the tech table with a body slam, monitors and papers flying everywhere, as Punk was just a bloody mess on the floor now.
Ole picked him up and just hammered away on his head, Punk was dazed and couldn't retaliate, as Ole brought him back to the parking lot, slamming his head into the security station. He grabbed the wooden stool that was inside and broke it right over Punk's back! Ole grabbed one of the broken legs of the stool and clubbed Punk's lower back, just using it like a billy club, just whacking his lower back time and time again! Punk tried to crawl away, holding his back in pain, as Ole stood over him and used the leg of the stool to choke Punk out, Punk coughing and gasping for air as Ole finally let him go.
He wasn't finished yet as Ole loaded him into the bed of a pickup truck, which housed a steel chair right inside of it. He picked Punk up and loaded him up, he was gonna piledrive him onto the chair in the bed of the truck, but Punk back body dropped him, Ole falling right off the truck, splatting on the floor! Ole screamed out in pain as his back smacked the concrete floor, the blood dripping from Punk's head as he grabbed the chair, hopping down from the bed. He threw the chair at Ole, but Ole caught it, Punk quickly hitting a roundhouse into the chair, smacking it into Ole's face, knocking him straight out! Ole's face was busted wide open from that kick, Punk slowly getting back to his feet!
Punk gingerly hobbled over to Ole, picking him up and driving him face first into another parking barricade, then whacked him over the head with one of the traffic cones! Anything that wasn't nailed down was being used in this war as Punk ran forward and delivered a high knee to Ole's bloody face, hooking the head, and delivering a bulldog, right onto the hood of another car! Ole's head dented the hood as Punk pulled out his car key and opened his trunk, reaching inside... and pulling out a lead pipe!
Ole was in deep, deep trouble as he lay on the hood, not even knowing what was gonna come his way as Punk reeled back, but Ole sent a foot to the midsection, preventing Punk from swinging. He grabbed his trusty tire iron and swung at Punk's head, missing as Punk ducked, Ole shattering a window! He turned around into Punk who swung with the pipe, but Ole blocked it with the tire iron, kicking at Punk's stomach, lifting him up and suplexing him onto the windshield!
He grabbed Punk and dropped him to the floor, before entering his truck... oh my god, no! Ole was gonna run over CM Punk! He started the truck up and pushed the pedal to the metal, flying at Punk, but Punk jumped out of the way, Ole's truck crashing into another car! Holy shit, Punk almost got murdered right there, as Ole stepped out of the car, Punk was nowhere in sight. Where did he run off to? Ole turned around, looking for his opponent who was nowhere to be found.
Ole left the parking lot, turning a corner, and was smacked dead in the face with a laptop computer, Punk grabbing it from the tech table! He grabbed a hold of Ole by the head and launched him into the showers! Punk picked Ole up and delivered a GTS right in the shower, Ole was knocked out in the showers! Punk walked over and turned the hot shower water on, burning Ole a little bit with the water! Punk yelled "Wake up you son of a bitch, I'm not done with your ass!" Ole, soaked and burning from the hot water, ran from the showers as Punk gave chase, hammering into Ole's back, knocking him down.
He picked Ole back up and delivered a right, left, backhand, spinning backhand, a kick to the gut, then one to the face, then delivered elbow after elbow, just jacking Ole's jaw time and time again, but Ole began to fight back, delivering heavy haymakers, rocking Punk back, both men battered and bloody. Punk went for another GTS but Ole slid out of it, shoving Punk away. Punk ran forward, which was a huge mistake, as Ole lifted him up and drilled him with a spinebuster straight through another windshield!
Punk screamed out in pain, Ole was somehow back in control, as he decided that he'd had enough. He was gonna leave, after putting Punk through two windshields and battering him to where he couldn't stand. Punk crawled off the windshield, falling to his hands and knees, before calling out. "Ole... OLE! I'm not dead yet! Get back here and get the ass kicking you deserve!" Ole turned around, realizing that his job wasn't done, as he ran forward, right into powder from Punk! Ole was blinded as he was tossed into the bed of the truck, not even knowing what was going on. Punk drilled Ole's back with the steel chair before tossing it out, lifting him up and delivering the GTS, Ole falling from the bed of the truck onto the concrete floor!
Punk hopped down from the bed, wiping the blood from his eyes as he lifted the steel chair off the ground, looking down at a fallen Ole Anderson, who started to beg off. Punk lifted the chair, he was gonna sandwich his head between the chair and the floor, as he reeled back... but the chair was pulled out of his hands by Arn Anderson, who dropped him with a spinebuster right on the concrete floor!
Ole got back to his feet and Arn called for him to make his escape, as Punk writhed in pain, struggling to get to his feet. Ole and Arn got in the truck as Punk was getting back up, Punk grabbing the steel pipe and throwing it at the truck, but it was too little too late as the Andersons were able to get away, the damage being done. Punk struggled to maintain his balance, screaming out for the Andersons, as cameras would cut back to ringside.
"Wow, Jesse Ventura, I don't think this war is over just yet for CM Punk."
"Absolutely not, but if I were Punk, I'd call it a day. I'd give up. The Four Horsemen are as tough as they come, and he may have victories over Tully Blanchard, but the way the Horsemen have been lately, that may be the last victory that Punk ever sees, not just in his career, but perhaps in his life."
"You have to wonder what's going through the mind of CM Punk right now, why would he wanna pick a fight with the Four Horsemen, Jesse?"
"I think it's a matter of egos, Gorilla Monsoon. CM Punk has been claiming to be the Best in the World for well over a year now, but as far as the Horsemen are concerned, CM Punk is not the Best in the World, and I think tonight just proved that."
"What do you mean egos, Jesse, if there's anyone in that locker room that have egos, it's the Four Horsemen."
"That may be true, but you've gotta remember, they've earned their egos, and they've earned their reputation. CM Punk is still a young pup, and he's been showing the veterans, the trailblazers that are the Four Horsemen a tremendous amount of disrespect in some people's eyes, and perhaps they're showing the world what happens when you disrespect the Four Horsemen."
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm being told right now that Justin Roberts is ready to take it away for our next contest, as if Uncensored hasn't been brutal enough already, what else could happen here tonight?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall will be contested inside of the Prison Cell. The only way to win is by Pinfall or Submission as there is no escape from the cage. Introducing first, from West Memphis Arkansas, weighing in at 317 lbs, The Ruler of The World, Psycho Sid Vicious. And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 323 lbs, Kane."
The bell sounded once both men were locked within the vertical barred cage with four weapons hanging on around the corners, a steel pipe, a steel chain, a steel chair and a ballpeen hammer.
Sid and Kane stood in the center of the ring, Sid just laughing at him as he came in with a punch, slugging over his head to the ropes, tossing him to the ropes as Kane came off, ducking the clothesline and caught Sid with a flying clothesline. Kane rose up, hitting throat chops to Sid, knocking him to the corner and would start punching over and over again over the head.
Kane would then toss Sid hard to the other corner, charging in but took a boot to the face, Sid dropping him with a clothesline then started to choke him out on the canvas. Sid rose up pulling Kane to his feet and went to ram him into the cage when Kane blocked with his foot, hitting Sid in the ribs then a headbutt, grabbed him around the throat but Sid powered out with his elbows then a knee to the ribs, smashing Kane head first into the steel.
Kane would stumble as Sid picked him up and literally tossed Kane with a gorilla press into the cage, watching him drop and kicked over and over again over the ribs. He yelled at him that he was the ruler, bending down to tell him as Kane caught him by the throat, rising to his feet but Sid broke free, pushing him to the corner and blasted him over the head with a boot, tossing Kane hard to the ropes and caught him with a huge spinebuster.
Sid rose up, moving over to the corner to get the leadpipe when Kane sat up, rising to his feet and pulled Sid from the buckle and started hitting throat thrusts, grabbing Sid's head and smashed it into the cell and started to drag him along. Kane would then choke Sid in the corner then would hip toss him out, following up with a big boot knocking Sid against the ropes.
Kane would charge in but Sid would backbody drop him right into the steel. Kane pulled himself up as Sid would bash the back of Kane's head over and over again against the steel, running him along the apron right into the steel post. He would reach up and grabbed the leadpipe, swinging hard as Kane would block, catching his wrist and kicked him away, having a hold of the weapon and swung himself, Sid ducking and dropped Kane with a back suplex.
He would grab the pipe and started to choke Kane with it, snarling and seething through the teeth, rising up after a while and proceeded to beat Kane over the back and ribs with it. He dragged him up by the hair and tossed him hard into the steel then blasted him over the skull, covering for two.
Sid went for a sleeper but Kane slowly rose up, breaking out of it and turned around right into a punch, Kane striking back, Sid striking back, Kane striking back then again and again and again, grabbing Sid and smashed his head into the steel, then doing it again on the other side, then again, and again, and again, Sid smacking like a ball against a wall as Kane dropped him with Snake Eyes over the buckle and connected with a running boot, moving over to the corner and would pull down the steel chain.
Even the fans knew it was going to get bloody as Kane wrapped it around his fist and would start to punch Sid to the corner in the ribs and over the head, over and over and over and over again. 10, 20, 30, 40, hell just say it Kane had a fist of fire as Sid's head was busted wide open from each shot, wrapping it around his neck and would swing him out of the corner like a flail. Kane would wrap the chain around his face and would pull the ends so it would grind across his flesh, finishing him off with a smash into the cage.
He looked ready to end the game when he looked over, seeing the steel chair and would make his way over towards it, pulling it off and came down, loading it up as Sid blasted Kane over the knee with the lead pipe, Kane dropping like a stone holding his knee.
Sid made his way to his feet, grabbing the chair and would blast Kane over the skull with it, one good shot is all he needed as he picked up the chair, wrapping it around Kane's throat and would step on his back, pulling the chain up almost trying to rip his head off.
He was choking him with the chain snarling at him to die die die, releasing after a minute before moving to the corner, removing the turnbuckle pad. He pulled Kane up and would bash him ten times over the exposed steel then dropped him with a knee breaker, grabbing the chair and wrapped his knee within it, climbing the top rope and broke his knee with the chair.
Sid would then repeatidly stomp at the chair, breaking that knee making sure he wouldn't get up, wrapping the chain around Kane's throat again and dragged him to the cell bars, making the best knot he could so he was trapped, getting a hold of the lead pipe and proceeded to beat upon his ribs over and over again.
Sid after a moment pulled him from the cell and covered only for two. He would laugh a bit and forcefully pulled Kane to his feet, moving him to the corner and set him on top, climbing up after him. Sid would then hoist the big man up and came down hard with a superplex, rising up and dropped to a knee raising his hands up in victory dispite the blood covering his head.
Sid pulled up the steel chair, raising it up like a war trophy and turned as Kane would sit up and made it to his feet. Sid rushed in swinging, Kane blocked and pulled the chair out of his hands, Sid quickly hitting the knee and regained the chair, hitting Kane over the skull but Kane didn't drop. Sid would do it again as Kane would stagger, Sid swinging one more time as Kane caught him around the throat and one arm tossed him right into the cage.
Sid stumbled as Kane grabbed him around the throat with both arms and slammed him down hard, picking up the steel chair. Sid slowly rose up, shaking his head and was given one of the hardest chair shots in the known world, Kane breaking the chair over his head and slammed it down, limping some on his knee.
Sid was then pushed to the corner where Kane would choke him, slowly placing him on top and socked him in the mouth, climbing up after him but Sid would headbutt him off. He held his head in pain then hit Kane with a double axe, picking the big man up and bodyslammed him, Kane sat up.
Sid would kick him in the ribs then suplexed him down, Kane sat up. Sid would ram his knee into the ribs and irish whipped him right into a rolling spinebuster, Kane sat up. Sid would pick him up with a pump handle slam, Kane sat up again but stook the lead pipe over the back of his skull, Sid expecting that obviously as he covered only for two.
Sid knelt up, cursing out as he pulled Kane up, trying for a powerbomb but Kane would block and dumped him over, turning around and took the lead pipe over the knee again, Sid then quickly using the pipe and wrapped it around Kane's knee locking in a figure four. Sid would wrench and pull on it, yelling at Kane to tap out and cry out in mercy for all he cared, Kane only growling out in pain until he got a hold of the chain, wrapping it around his fist and started to punch at Sid's knee.
The hold would break as both monsters rose up, hitting each other over the head with loaded fists as they would drop. Sid would make it to his feet first, shaking his head as Kane would sit up, rising to his feet and both of them locked up, Kane violently pushing Sid back and caught him around the throat, raising him up but Sid fought out, grabbing Kane from behind and tossed him into the steel with a release german suplex.
Kane sickily hit the steel as Sid pulled him through the ropes and dropped him with a double underhook suplex then dropped Kane with his version of the chokeslam, saying that was it, covering....for two.
Sid would yell at the ref to make sure as he would move to the corner, reaching for the final weapon, the ballpeen hammer, pulling it down and had a look of evil in his eye, turning around and stared at Kane, watching him rise and swung hard with the hammer, Kane blocking it and shook his head no, pulling the hammer out of his hand and with the other hand chokeslammed Sid down.
He would look down at him...then at the hammer in his hand...then back to Sid, you could see the wheels turning.
"Gorilla they're going to have to stop this, Kane is looking to commit murder right here someone tell the ref to put an end to this."
"I agree with you Jess Kane is looking for the kill here and the ref needs to stop this fight right here."
The ref would plead with him but Kane pushed him aside, watching Sid rise up and swung the hammer with the power of Thor by god....and missed as Sid ducked, chopblocking the knee from under him and pulled the hammer out of his hand and blasted Kane over the skull with it.
Sid tossed the hammer aside as he yelled out it was over, pulling Kane up and would drop him with the Powerbomb. Sid shook his head no saying 'He's not finished yet' and pulled him up, dropping him with another Powerbomb. Kane still wasn't moving as Sid shook his head, screaming out 'He's going to hell now' and pulled Kane up, moving him to the corner and forced him to straddle it inwardly, climbing up and placed Kane between his legs, hoisting him up and came down with a Super Powerbomb.
Sid would slowly push himself to his knees, laughing maniacly as that should have been it, but he wanted to seal the deal, pulling a dead Kane right into the Tombstone position and drove him down upon the mat hard. Sid would then place the hands over his head and the ref covered, 1-2......NO...KANE SAT UP!
Sid pulled from Kane's body, his lip quivering in fear and his eyes were as wide as deer in the headlights as Kane turned his head to Sid. He would rise to his feet as Sid hit him with a punch to no effect. He would hit him again to no effect, swinging one more time as Kane caught his fist, literally crushing it within his palm. Sid dropped down to a knee as Kane jerked him back up and wrapped his palm around his throat and dropped him with a chokeslam.
Kane waited for Sid to rise and he got him around the throat and dropped him with another chokeslam. Kane heard the crowd as he would kick Sid in the ribs and loaded him between his thighs, raising him up and brought him down with the Last Ride Powerbomb, whipping his head back and cut his throat with his thumb as it was the endgame.
Sid like a lamb to the slaughter rose to his feet, pulling himself up and took one more shot to the ribs as Kane would load him up, setting him up for the Tombstone Piledriver and came down like Hellfire, covering, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, Kane."
Kane would rise up, victorious over his foe as he would set the posts on fire which in turn would ignite some of the prison cell as well, a dark red glow encircling them in a sea of fire and pure evil as Kane stood like a War God looking down at his fallen prey as the cell started to rise up.
We caught some highlights of the bloody, vicious bout as Kane exited in his typical fashion, walking up the ramp vindicated, turning to look at the carnage one last time before heading to the back as refs began to clean up the ring.
Tokyo Dome Japan
Capacity : 45,000
Theme - Seek And Destroy 'Metallica'
Dark Match
Hayabusa def. Ultimo Dragon/Tiger Mask IV/Dragon Kid
Special Fight, Big Van Vader def. Riki Chosyu
"Welcome everyone to Tokyo Japan in the Tokyo Dome where we have a sell out crowd, esitmated of 45 Thousand fans going crazy for this event. For the second year in a row NWA and New Japan Pro bring you NWA Uncensored, put the kids to bed, kiss grandma goodnight, it is going to be one hell of a night tonight. My broadcast partner as always, Jessie The Body Ventura."
"My god this is the second year we're here and tonight we have huge matches lined up, A Street Fight, A Prison Cell, Tornado Tags, No DQ bouts and the Iron Man Match for the Undisputed Championship of the World, I have a feeling this arena is going to break by the end of it."
"The big match that everyone is talking about, the Championship of the World, how apprapo that the two most coveted fought for titles of the east and west are being defended here tonight and properly naming the Title Holder, Champion of the World, your thoughts Jess."
"Del Rio is good I will give him that, but Sting is a whole other man and tonight, in my humble opinion, he is going to retake those titles and prove why he is The Icon of this business."
"Lets take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall will be for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship."
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"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall will have a fifteen minute time limit and is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship. Standing over to my left, from Sin City, wearing the black and white, weighing 224 lbs, The Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels. Standing over to my right, from Japan, wearing the white and blue, weighing at 187 lbs, The Invicible Taka Michonoku."
The bell sounded as Daniels would just ignore the Pro Taka crowd as they locked up in the ring, Daniels hitting a side headlock and pushed him aside. They locked up again as Daniels dropped him down with a headloack takedown, wrenching tightly on the head and tossed him to the floor. Daniels fell to a knee soaking it all in as Taka rolled back inside, trying a striking game but he was dropped with a capture suplex.
Daniels hit the rope and connected with a dropsault over the side of the head, Taka rolling back to the floor as Daniels would pursue, smacking him back first into the barricade then chopped over his chest. Daniels then tossed him right into a cameraman, grinning at what he did and tossed him hard into the ring.
He would kick Taka over the head, stomping at him then wrenched at the arm, kicking hard to his chest then wrenched on it again, pulling him into a cutter, covering for two. Daniels pushed him to the corner and came in hard with a running clothesline then did it again, tossing him out with a hiptoss then a dropsault to the face, kicking Taka to the floor.
He climbed the top rope and waited, making a signal in the air and leapt off with a shoulderblock, busting Taka right in the mouth. He slammed him into the barricade once again then dropped him with a german suplex, Taka's back smacking into the stairs.
The ref went to check on him but Daniels pushed him out of the way, tossing Taka back into the ring and kicked him over and over to the ribs, moving him back to the corner and kicked him hard then punched over his head, finishing Taka with a monkey flip. He charged in with a clothesline but Taka leapt up with a dropkick, another dropkick then dropped him with a leaping neck breaker.
Taka used his knees to bash over his head, tossing him to the ropes though Daniels irish whipped him back, missing another clothesline as Taka came hard off the rope and connected with a diving shoulder block. Taka would kick and stomp at him, wrenching the arm and hit the top rope then leapt over having it snap over the rope. Daniels held his arm as Taka springboarded off the rope with a clothesline, sizing him up for the FlashKick but Daniels retreated to the floor.
He held his arm and Taka made chase with a rope plancha, crashing down upon him. He would chop hard over his chest, Daniels rolling into the ring as Taka made chase, Daniels swinging hard with a kick as Taka would duck and dropped him with a climb up ensiguri, quickly moving to the rope and connected with a moonsault but Daniels got his knees up.
He rose slowly and punted Taka over the head, the ref checked on him but he was okay, Daniels pulling him to the center of the ring and would punt him over the head again, the ref checking on Taka but Daniels punted him a third time over the head and pushed the ref out of the way, picking him up for a suplex and dropped Taka right on his head, connecting with the Arabian Moonsault, covering for two.
He removed his shoulder pad then would grind it over Taka's face, dragging him up and tossed him hard to the buckle then slammed him down with the Blue Thunder, covering only for two. Daniels grabbed him by the legs, dragging his legs to the post. He would grab Taka's Japanese Flag and ripped it right in half.
Already that pissed the fans off as he used the two ends and would tie Taka's feet together, moving into the ring and would stomp on him over and over again. The ref went to free him but the knot was too tight, Daniels rolling out of the ring and picked up a kendo stick, rolling into the ring and started to swing it around, calling Taka a Yellow Monkey and smashed the stick over and over again on Taka's face and chest.
The ref finally got his feet free but the damage was done, Daniels pulling him from the corner and mounted him, trapping his arms and would start to punch freely over his head until his fist got tired, shaking it out. Taka slowly rose up as Daniels slammed him down, hitting the top rope and came down with a knee over the throat, rolling up and slammed him down with the Spice Drop, rolling out to the floor and pulled in the kendo stick.
He would spin it around some, winding up like a ball bat and swung, Taka rolling under it and slammed Daniels with the Super K kick over the skull. He kicked the stick out of the ring and dropped Daniels with a belly to belly then caught him with a hard kick right to the chest, coming off the rope with a knee over the face.
Taka yelled out, picking him up and hooked the arms but Daniels backbody dropped him, coming in strong but missed the clothesline, Taka catching him with an armdrag then quickly applied the armbar. Daniels pulled himself up, tossing Taka off as he came off the rope with a crossbody block, rolling back to his feet and went for the FlashKick, Daniels rolling to the floor again.
Taka rolled after him but he was tricked and smashed into the stairs. He kicked the top portion off and would nail a reverse suplex, Taka's belly smacking into the bottom of it as he rolled off. Daniels tossed him into the ring and dropped him with an inverted T-Bone Suplex, laying him on his belly and locked him in the Just Facelock to add more insult to injury.
He would pull and wrench on him, almost ripping his head off but Taka refused to tap, Daniels eventually letting go but locked him in a Dragonsleeper. Taka broke out with two hard kicks to the head, hitting the rope and caught Daniels with a sunset flip, Daniels rolling back and connected with a running knee to the face, quickly moving to the rope for the BME...missing but landed on his feet, tackling Taka to the corner and rammed his shoulder into his ribs.
Daniels slowly placed him on top, hitting over his head and looked to drop him with a super Death Valley Driver but Taka fought out with his elbow, getting behind him and dropped Daniels with a super chickenwing back suplex.
Taka rose up first, Daniels staggering as was dropped with a dropsault to the face, Taka hitting the top rope and came down with a super legdrop over the throat, pulling him up and dropped him with a brainbuster, cutting his throat with his thumb and waited for him to rise, locking him up but Daniels hit him in the stomach with his knee, picking him up and drove him down over the rope, Taka landing on his back and slowly rose up, Daniels pressing him up and came down catching him with a stunner.
Daniels moved to the corner, lining up his shot as Taka staggered as he came in with a running high knee, connecting over the back of the head, Taka smacking off the buckle as Daniels picked him up from behind and slammed him down with a whirling Blue Thunder Buster, rolling back and hit the top rope and came down hard with the BME but Taka rolled out of the way just in time.
Daniels charged in and was hit with a drop toe hold into the buckle then blasted with the SuperK, watching him stagger out of the corner and came in with the FlashKick, Daniels spun out of the way, kicking hard to the stomach and locked the arms, raising him up for the Angel Wings, Taka rising up and pulled him into a Hurricanrana, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner and Still NWA Cruiseweight Champion, Taka Michonoku."
What a counter that was, Daniels rising up to protest it but was kicked with the FlashKick out of the ring, Taka yelling at him and took the belt from the ref, raising in up and gained the support of the Pro Taka crowd, Daniels holding his cheek and started to retreat to the back, saying Taka cheated but the decision was final, Taka raising his belt up and signaled he'd hold the title forever. There was a new Cruiserweight King in town and his name was Taka Michonoku.
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Women's Championship and is under No Holds Barred rules. Introducing first, the challenger, from the edge of the neatherworld, MsChif. And her opponent, from the outer edge of sanity, she is the reigning NWA Women's Champion, Serena."
The bell sounded as Serena handed the title over, grinning at MsChif as they would move around the ring slowly. They woudl lock up as MsChif dropped her with a headlock takedown, wrenching on the head and twisted, Serena rising up and pushed her off as MsChif countered with a cross body.
She kicked Serena in the stomach then suplexed her down, catching a clothesline then moved her to the corner, choking her with her foot. MsChif let go and hiptossed her out, connecting with a hard running elbow, dragging her up and tossed him to the ropes, catching Serena with a hurricanrana for two.
Both girls rose with MsChif striking to the head and tossed Serena to the floor, climbing the top rope and came down with a double ax over the head. Serena would stumble a bit as MsChif connected with a dropsault, kicking her over the barricade. MsChif reached over and dragged her back over, slamming her into the apron then back into the ring, climbing upon the apron and leapt with a springboard cross body, covering for two.
She wasn't deterred, pulling her up and moved her to the corner, kicking her over and over again to the ribs, stepping back then rammed a knee right into her face, pulling her from the corner and covered for two. MsChif then locked her in a halfcrab then reached back and grabbed under her chin, almost bending her in half, Serena refusing to tap.
She kept the hold applied for a small while before letting go, slamming the legs onto the mat then kicked Serena hard in the ribs, pulling her up and tossed her to the ropes, Serena holding on to prevent momentum and rolled to the outside, MsChif in pursuit. She chased her around the ring as Serena slid inside, hitting the rope and came in, missing the clothesline as MsChif caught her with a powerslam but Serena countered that with an awkward tomoe throw.
She kicked MsChif hard in the stomach then wrenched on the head, coming down with a bulldog. She would mount her from behind and rubbed her face along the mat, pulling her up by the hair and dropped her with a Whirling Dervish.
Serena dragged her to the apron, having her head dangle over the apron with her head down, running along the floor and would punt her face right in. Serena rolled back inside and locked in a rear naked choke, trying to squeeze the life out of her as MsChif would struggle to her feet, Serena violently tossing her against the buckle then dropped her with a death valley driver, covering for two.
Serena then moved over and would dig her nails right into her face mocking the Von Eric Claw. She would latch on like a vice and dug those nails in, pulling away and dragged her up by the hair and dropped her with a snapmare, locking in a reverse chin lock digging her nails into her face again with the free hand.
After a moment she let her go and rammed her to the buckle, ramming her shoulders hard into the ribs before hitting closed fists to her face. She woudl mount the rope and started punching at her head, MsChif blocking at six and would dump Serena over the rope to the floor.
Serena hit the floor in anger and rose, MsChif leaping over the rope with a rolling senton, splashing right down upon her. MsChif hit her with a knee to the ribs then tossed her into the ring, climbing the top rope and droped her with a leg lariat.
MsChif grabbed her legs and would slingshot her right into the buckle, watching her smack off and then dropped her with a whirling hammerlock back suplex. MsChif would then lock her in an STF, latching on tightly as Serena would growl in rage. MsChif held on tightly pulling her neck back a bit as Serena would bend her head down and bit hard upon her palm.
MsChif let go, shaking her hand out then was grabbed by the hair and swung across the ring. Serena then blasted her with a big boot and moved her to the ropes, locking her head within the top and middle almost like a trapnoose and would pull at her legs, strangling her.
After a moment she would let go, dropping knees over the side of the ribs then dragged her up, raising her up for an airplane spin buster, nearly breaking MsChif in half covering for two. Serena dragged her over to the ropes, laying her down and stood on the bottom rope forcing it to come down over MsChif's throat, choking her. MsChif would kick and flail trying to break out as Serena pulled off, pulling her up and suplexed her hard to the mat.
She climbed the top rope and came down with a knee, smashing right over the skull then locked in a buffalo sleeper, trying to seriously wear down MsChif scissoring the legs around the waist. MsChif was on dream street but she wasn't about to give this up yet, finding the strength to rise up with Serena piggy backing and rammed her into the buckle breaking the hold.
MsChif turned around but was hit with a boot to the face but quickly ducked the clothesline, grabbing Serena from behind with a reverse tiger back suplex, covering for two. That was close as she went in but was lowbridged by the tights and fell to the floor. Serena rose needing a moment, rolling out after her and booted her hard in the ribs, tossing her back inside and would lock in an eagle stretch, pulling the arms apart and placed her boot right at the back of the neck.
MsChif wouldn't quit, not to this bitch at least as she was curbstomped to the mat, Serena then applying side headlock, forcing MsChif to rise and push her off, catching Serena right in the face with a stiff kick.
Serena started to move to the floor but MsChif grabbed a hold of her legs, pulling her back to ringside. Serena kicked her off, charging in as MsChif caught her with a tiltawhirl pump handle slam, the impact was huge as MsChif would then lock her in a camel clutch. Serena shook her head, slowly rising up with MsChif on her back, looking to ram her into the buckle but MsChif would flip over and caught her with the Diamond Dust Stunner.
Serena smacked to the corner as MsChif blasted her with kicks, setting her up top as this was dangerous territory, picking Serena up and came down with a superbrainbuster, spiking it. MsChif rolled over....only for two. That was real close as MsChif dragged Serena to her feet, blasting her with hard forearm shots and tossed her then irish whipped her right into a flapjack right into the rope.
Serena held her throat and was kicked in the stomach and dropped down with a snap suplex. MsChif then moved to the rope and leapt with a moonsault, Serena moving out of the way as MsChif landed on her feet, charging in as Serena leapfrog, MsChif hitting the buckle and would springboard off with a tornado DDT.
She sprang up and pulled her up, Serena picking her up and powertackled her to the corner, ramming her shoulders again to the ribs until taking to knees right to her face, MsChif hitting the rope and leapt catching Serena with the Code Green, unable to hook the pin, rolling her over to cover, 1-2, damn she got her foot on the rope as MsChif pulled her to the center of the ring, grabbing the legs until she was pushed off.
Serena rose up, loopy and charged in, MsChif side stepping forcing Serena to smash right into the buckle, MsChif making it worse with a dropkick to the back of the head, turning Serena over and would toss her with a monkey flip. MsChif looked ready to end it, moving over and grabbed the arm ready for the Descecrator but Serena pulled her arm free then quickly placed her palm over her mouth and nose.
She would use the other palm and started to strangle at her, MsChif kicking as she was trying to get some air in her lungs, Serena refusing to let go as the ref actually broke the hold up, MsChif coughing hard to get air into her lungs as Serena pushed the ref out of the way, pulling up Serena for the Fall From Grace, MsChif kicking free behind her, landing and went for a german suplex.
Serena broke free, hitting the rope as MsChif ducked the clothesline, turning around for a clothesline of her own as Serena would punch her right in the throat. MsChif held her throat in pain, coughing and spitting up her green mist that she was setting up for, unable to breathe as Serena would reach around her neck, nearly snapping it back and wrapped the legs around applying the Bite The Dragon submission.
MsChif wasn't even able to kick, unable to breathe in this hold due to the damage in her throat, the ref checking to see if she gave up as MsChif couldn't even speak, breathe or respond to the ref as he would wave for the bell.
"Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner by order of the referee, and still NWA Women's Champion, Serena."
MsChif held her throat, still unable to breathe and medics flew down to the ring to attend to her, Serena getting a hold of the title belt and rose it up, not before punting MsChif in the head to knock her out for the final time. She wanred her she was going to destroy her and that she did tonight under the refs discretion as Serena headed up the aisleway, still, women's champion.
"Ladies and gentleman the following contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Tag Team Championship. Introducing first at the total combined weight of-"
The Hardys jumped Harlem Heat from behind, beating upon them on the aisleway, not taking any chances here tonight, ramming them into the barricade then finished them off with the tag belts, tossing Booker into the ring as they entered, the bell sounding off.
The Hardys would stomp and beat upon him, moving him to the corner and took turns slugging over his head and ribs, finishing him with Poetry in Motion, tossing him to the other corner as Matt and Jeff crashed into him with body splashes, dropping him with a double suplex. Stevie started to make his way inside but he was booted and kicked back to the floor, going back to work on Booker, smashing him to the buckle and set him on top, dropping him down with a double superplex, covering only for two.
Matt would place him within a figure four while Jeff locked him in a Triangle choke, Booker completely unable to fight out of it as he was stuck in the center of the ring being stretched and strangled. Booker would struggle, trying to get air into his lungs as they continued to torture him.
Stevie started to make his way back to the ring, Matt breaking the hold and kicked him hard in the ribs, preventing him from getting inside and rammed him headfirst into the steel post, Jeff pulling Booker up and dropped him with a pile driver, Matt climbing the top rope and came down with the legdrop over the throat, covering only for two.
They would drag him back up, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a backbody drop, Matt clotheslining him down as Jeff connected with a bodysplash, Stevie hitting the apron as Matt went after him but Stevie caught him off guard, kicking him in the stomach and smashed his head into the buckle.
Stevie came in strong but was blinded by powder from Jeff as they tossed him right back to the floor, making sure he smashed headfirst into the barricade. Jeff moved back to Booker, kicking him hard in the corner then mounted him with punches, tossing him away as Matt caught him and dropped him with a powerslam, both of them moving to the top rope, Matt with a legdrop and Jeff with a bodysplash, covering only again for two.
They were going to put him away early as Jeff called for it, pulling Booker up as they went for the Double Side Effect, Booker able to counter out of it with a Double Bookends. That bought him a little bit of time, slowly rising to his feet and blocked a punch from Jeff, starting to wail back at him and rammed him into Matt, dropping him with a spine buster.
Booker slammed Matt down three solid times then caught him with an atomic drop, going in for a clothesline but Matt side stepped, getting caught with a wheel kick right to the face. Booker hit the top rope, coming down with a missile dropkick and knocked Matt to the floor, pulling Jeff up and suplexed him, going crazy as he hit the rope again, coming down with a double axe over the skull.
Matt went to climb back inside but Stevie grabbed the ankle, jerking him off and did a belly to belly suplex right into the barricade. He rolled inside where both of them would ping pong Jeff back and forth, Booker dropping him with a DDT as they dragged him up, tossing him hard to the rope as them slammed him down with a high angle double press drop.
Jeff smacked off the mat then was nailed with a hard clothesline, Booker slamming him to the buckle as he and Stevie would smash into him over and over again, finishing him with a double hip toss. Matt would roll into the ring getting kicked for his efforts and rammed into the corner while Jeff on the other side getting worked on. They were then violently tossed from the corners and smacked into each other, dropping with back suplexes, Jeff being hit to the floor as Matt was slammed with an Alabama Slam.
Stevie pulled him into the center of the ring as they would wishbone his legs apart, dropping alternating elbows over the head then finished him with a double team powerbomb. Booker went to the rope but Jeff pulled the rope down, lowbridging him to the floor then caught Booker with a senton landing right on the stairs.
Jeff rolled into the ring to assist Matt as they were in a slugfest with Big Stevie, something you did not do, able to fend both of them off, coming off the rope and dropped them with a double clothesline. Stevie waited and tackled both of them at once to the corner and splashed them, tossing Matt aside and set Jeff on top, looking for a superplex but Jeff would block, fighting back.
Matt then grabbed Stevie and set him on his shoulders, pulling him away as Jeff came off with the neckbreaker, crashing down hard only for a two count. On the floor a few medics came down to check on Booker whom was in extreme pain, unable to get up as the Hardys worked on Stevie, dropping him with big time double team moves to keep him down, Jeff locking in a side headlock while Matt kicked to his ribs.
They would pull him up and finished him off with the Double Team Side Effect, covering, 1-2..NO the count was broken up by Sista Sherri whom came from out of no where. She would start punching and clawing at Matt, locking him in a sleeper until he tossed her off. He came in at her as she would kick him right between the thighs, Jeff going after her as she would rake her nails right in his eyes, doing whatever she could for her team as she dropped Jeff with a leglace take down, Stevie now up to a vertical base as he dropped Jeff with a big time Steviebomb, pointing up as Sherri slowly climbed the top rope.
Sherri would then leap with a dropkick hitting the Harlem Heat Seeker, covering Jeff....for two at Matt broke it up. Stevie was dragged up and hit a knee to the ribs but was pushed back, Stevie smacking into Sherri whom flew to the floor then was dropped with the Twist of Hate, Matt covering, 1-2, NO.
Broken up by Booker T whom did a modified springboard Harlem Hangover. Matt held the back of his head, Booker was on fire punching and slugging away at him, hitting him with a flying back elbow, a spinning roundhouse kick then finished him off with a snap DDT. Booker would wait and connected with a SuperKick to the jaw, hiptossing Jeff whom came in from behind and dropped him over his knee as Stevie came off the top with a legdrop hitting the Towering Inferno.
Matt charged in and was nailed with the ScissorKick, both men being pinned, 1-2-NO Daniels pulled the ref to the floor breaking it up. Daniels came right into the ring and was treated right to a double flapjack then clotheslined to the floor, turning their attention around as Booker was hit with a jaw jacker and Stevie tackled to the mat stuck in fisticuffs.
They would brawl to the floor as Jeff moved dropped Booker with a hurricanrana, climbing the top rope and came down with the Swanton Bomb...and missed, Booker rolling to his feet and dropped Jeff with an AlleyOop against the rope, Jeff snapping back as Booker came off the rope but was hit right in the kidney by Matt, stumbling as Jeff finished him off with a Twist of Hate, covering as Stevie slid inside to break it up but he was pulled to the floor and rammed right into Sherri and the barricade, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentleman here are your winners and Still NWA Tag Team Champions, The Hardy Boys."
The fans didn't like it but you had to give the champs credit, they hung in there with the best of them and were able to defeat Harlem Heat, raising their titles up and rolled out of the ring a beaten Daniels joining up with them and would grin as he walked up the aisleway with them, like it or not, The Hardys were still your tag team champions.
Cameras cut to the back as Ole Anderson was in the parking lot, carrying a tire iron, waiting for CM Punk to arrive, when all of a sudden.
(Play Punk's arrival)
Punk arrived in his car, complete with his own theme music blaring out the stereo! He flew out of the car and jumped on top of Ole, just beating at him with fists in the parking lot! Ole dropped the tire iron as he fell to the ground, Punk just mounting him and hammering away on him! He picked Ole up and launched him face first into the wall, then threw him into a parking barricade, completely knocking it down as Ole tumbled over it.
Punk yelled out "Try to take me out, huh? Get the hell up," He grabbed Ole by the head and blasted him into a car door, hammering away on his face. Ole wasn't getting in any offense as Punk just battered him to a seated position, driving knees into his face, his head being backed into the car, just taking a beating. Punk left camera for a second and came back swinging with a tire iron, but Ole moved, Punk denting the car with it! Ole started backpedalling, Punk swinging for the fences with the tire iron, Ole ducking underneath every shot! Ole kicked at Punk's gut, making him drop the tire iron, as he picked it up himself, but Punk fired back with a roundhouse into the arm, making Ole drop the tire iron again. He threw Ole into the wall, backing his head up against it. He measured a punch, but Ole ducked, Punk punching the wall! Ole grabbed him from behind and tossed him through a door, right into the locker room.
Ole drove Punk's head into a locker, then body slammed him right onto one of the benches, breaking it! He picked Punk up and just hammered away on him, punching at his face, until Punk blocked one, and started retaliating with punches of his own, but Ole drove a knee to the midsection, driving Punk into another locker. He irish whipped him through the door again, Punk falling to the concrete. Ole went to step out of the room, but Punk kicked the door right into Ole's face, knocking him down, giving him a chance to get back up. Punk grabbed one of the monitor cables and went to Ole, wrapping it around his neck, choking him out! Punk was screaming at Ole, Punk's face red with anger, as Ole's was red from lack of air!
He let Ole go as he dragged in air, Punk kicking him hard in the gut, rolling him over. He picked Ole up, but he answered with a low blow, sending Punk head first into a soda machine, then into the brick wall again. He dragged Punk over to a tech table, picking him up, going to body slam him through it, but Punk slid out of it, landing on his feet behind Ole, kicking him in the legs.
Ole caught one of his kicks, but Punk rallied with an enziguiri, knocking Ole down onto the floor! He stomped at the back of Ole's head, just keeping him down. He grabbed a hold of a steel chair, swinging and connecting hard with Ole's back! Punk screamed out again, whacking Ole again in the back with the chair! Ole was getting his ass kicked at the hands of CM Punk, perhaps accepting the parking lot brawl wasn't a smart choice!
Punk rallied for one more swing, but Ole threw powder into Punk's face, blinding him! He dropped the chair, and Ole picked it up, jabbing Punk in the stomach with it, then cracking it down over his back! Punk fell to a knee, as Ole wound up and connected with a home run swing to Punk's head, re-opening the gash in his head! Ole was like a shark, kneeling down and punching at Punk's bloody head as security and EMTs tried to break it up, Ole got up and fended them off with the chair, screaming "He wanted this shit kicking! He wanted this, and now he's gonna get it!" Ole picked Punk up and drilled him through the tech table with a body slam, monitors and papers flying everywhere, as Punk was just a bloody mess on the floor now.
Ole picked him up and just hammered away on his head, Punk was dazed and couldn't retaliate, as Ole brought him back to the parking lot, slamming his head into the security station. He grabbed the wooden stool that was inside and broke it right over Punk's back! Ole grabbed one of the broken legs of the stool and clubbed Punk's lower back, just using it like a billy club, just whacking his lower back time and time again! Punk tried to crawl away, holding his back in pain, as Ole stood over him and used the leg of the stool to choke Punk out, Punk coughing and gasping for air as Ole finally let him go.
He wasn't finished yet as Ole loaded him into the bed of a pickup truck, which housed a steel chair right inside of it. He picked Punk up and loaded him up, he was gonna piledrive him onto the chair in the bed of the truck, but Punk back body dropped him, Ole falling right off the truck, splatting on the floor! Ole screamed out in pain as his back smacked the concrete floor, the blood dripping from Punk's head as he grabbed the chair, hopping down from the bed. He threw the chair at Ole, but Ole caught it, Punk quickly hitting a roundhouse into the chair, smacking it into Ole's face, knocking him straight out! Ole's face was busted wide open from that kick, Punk slowly getting back to his feet!
Punk gingerly hobbled over to Ole, picking him up and driving him face first into another parking barricade, then whacked him over the head with one of the traffic cones! Anything that wasn't nailed down was being used in this war as Punk ran forward and delivered a high knee to Ole's bloody face, hooking the head, and delivering a bulldog, right onto the hood of another car! Ole's head dented the hood as Punk pulled out his car key and opened his trunk, reaching inside... and pulling out a lead pipe!
Ole was in deep, deep trouble as he lay on the hood, not even knowing what was gonna come his way as Punk reeled back, but Ole sent a foot to the midsection, preventing Punk from swinging. He grabbed his trusty tire iron and swung at Punk's head, missing as Punk ducked, Ole shattering a window! He turned around into Punk who swung with the pipe, but Ole blocked it with the tire iron, kicking at Punk's stomach, lifting him up and suplexing him onto the windshield!
He grabbed Punk and dropped him to the floor, before entering his truck... oh my god, no! Ole was gonna run over CM Punk! He started the truck up and pushed the pedal to the metal, flying at Punk, but Punk jumped out of the way, Ole's truck crashing into another car! Holy shit, Punk almost got murdered right there, as Ole stepped out of the car, Punk was nowhere in sight. Where did he run off to? Ole turned around, looking for his opponent who was nowhere to be found.
Ole left the parking lot, turning a corner, and was smacked dead in the face with a laptop computer, Punk grabbing it from the tech table! He grabbed a hold of Ole by the head and launched him into the showers! Punk picked Ole up and delivered a GTS right in the shower, Ole was knocked out in the showers! Punk walked over and turned the hot shower water on, burning Ole a little bit with the water! Punk yelled "Wake up you son of a bitch, I'm not done with your ass!" Ole, soaked and burning from the hot water, ran from the showers as Punk gave chase, hammering into Ole's back, knocking him down.
He picked Ole back up and delivered a right, left, backhand, spinning backhand, a kick to the gut, then one to the face, then delivered elbow after elbow, just jacking Ole's jaw time and time again, but Ole began to fight back, delivering heavy haymakers, rocking Punk back, both men battered and bloody. Punk went for another GTS but Ole slid out of it, shoving Punk away. Punk ran forward, which was a huge mistake, as Ole lifted him up and drilled him with a spinebuster straight through another windshield!
Punk screamed out in pain, Ole was somehow back in control, as he decided that he'd had enough. He was gonna leave, after putting Punk through two windshields and battering him to where he couldn't stand. Punk crawled off the windshield, falling to his hands and knees, before calling out. "Ole... OLE! I'm not dead yet! Get back here and get the ass kicking you deserve!" Ole turned around, realizing that his job wasn't done, as he ran forward, right into powder from Punk! Ole was blinded as he was tossed into the bed of the truck, not even knowing what was going on. Punk drilled Ole's back with the steel chair before tossing it out, lifting him up and delivering the GTS, Ole falling from the bed of the truck onto the concrete floor!
Punk hopped down from the bed, wiping the blood from his eyes as he lifted the steel chair off the ground, looking down at a fallen Ole Anderson, who started to beg off. Punk lifted the chair, he was gonna sandwich his head between the chair and the floor, as he reeled back... but the chair was pulled out of his hands by Arn Anderson, who dropped him with a spinebuster right on the concrete floor!
Ole got back to his feet and Arn called for him to make his escape, as Punk writhed in pain, struggling to get to his feet. Ole and Arn got in the truck as Punk was getting back up, Punk grabbing the steel pipe and throwing it at the truck, but it was too little too late as the Andersons were able to get away, the damage being done. Punk struggled to maintain his balance, screaming out for the Andersons, as cameras would cut back to ringside.
"Wow, Jesse Ventura, I don't think this war is over just yet for CM Punk."
"Absolutely not, but if I were Punk, I'd call it a day. I'd give up. The Four Horsemen are as tough as they come, and he may have victories over Tully Blanchard, but the way the Horsemen have been lately, that may be the last victory that Punk ever sees, not just in his career, but perhaps in his life."
"You have to wonder what's going through the mind of CM Punk right now, why would he wanna pick a fight with the Four Horsemen, Jesse?"
"I think it's a matter of egos, Gorilla Monsoon. CM Punk has been claiming to be the Best in the World for well over a year now, but as far as the Horsemen are concerned, CM Punk is not the Best in the World, and I think tonight just proved that."
"What do you mean egos, Jesse, if there's anyone in that locker room that have egos, it's the Four Horsemen."
"That may be true, but you've gotta remember, they've earned their egos, and they've earned their reputation. CM Punk is still a young pup, and he's been showing the veterans, the trailblazers that are the Four Horsemen a tremendous amount of disrespect in some people's eyes, and perhaps they're showing the world what happens when you disrespect the Four Horsemen."
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm being told right now that Justin Roberts is ready to take it away for our next contest, as if Uncensored hasn't been brutal enough already, what else could happen here tonight?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall will be contested inside of the Prison Cell. The only way to win is by Pinfall or Submission as there is no escape from the cage. Introducing first, from West Memphis Arkansas, weighing in at 317 lbs, The Ruler of The World, Psycho Sid Vicious. And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 323 lbs, Kane."
The bell sounded once both men were locked within the vertical barred cage with four weapons hanging on around the corners, a steel pipe, a steel chain, a steel chair and a ballpeen hammer.
Sid and Kane stood in the center of the ring, Sid just laughing at him as he came in with a punch, slugging over his head to the ropes, tossing him to the ropes as Kane came off, ducking the clothesline and caught Sid with a flying clothesline. Kane rose up, hitting throat chops to Sid, knocking him to the corner and would start punching over and over again over the head.
Kane would then toss Sid hard to the other corner, charging in but took a boot to the face, Sid dropping him with a clothesline then started to choke him out on the canvas. Sid rose up pulling Kane to his feet and went to ram him into the cage when Kane blocked with his foot, hitting Sid in the ribs then a headbutt, grabbed him around the throat but Sid powered out with his elbows then a knee to the ribs, smashing Kane head first into the steel.
Kane would stumble as Sid picked him up and literally tossed Kane with a gorilla press into the cage, watching him drop and kicked over and over again over the ribs. He yelled at him that he was the ruler, bending down to tell him as Kane caught him by the throat, rising to his feet but Sid broke free, pushing him to the corner and blasted him over the head with a boot, tossing Kane hard to the ropes and caught him with a huge spinebuster.
Sid rose up, moving over to the corner to get the leadpipe when Kane sat up, rising to his feet and pulled Sid from the buckle and started hitting throat thrusts, grabbing Sid's head and smashed it into the cell and started to drag him along. Kane would then choke Sid in the corner then would hip toss him out, following up with a big boot knocking Sid against the ropes.
Kane would charge in but Sid would backbody drop him right into the steel. Kane pulled himself up as Sid would bash the back of Kane's head over and over again against the steel, running him along the apron right into the steel post. He would reach up and grabbed the leadpipe, swinging hard as Kane would block, catching his wrist and kicked him away, having a hold of the weapon and swung himself, Sid ducking and dropped Kane with a back suplex.
He would grab the pipe and started to choke Kane with it, snarling and seething through the teeth, rising up after a while and proceeded to beat Kane over the back and ribs with it. He dragged him up by the hair and tossed him hard into the steel then blasted him over the skull, covering for two.
Sid went for a sleeper but Kane slowly rose up, breaking out of it and turned around right into a punch, Kane striking back, Sid striking back, Kane striking back then again and again and again, grabbing Sid and smashed his head into the steel, then doing it again on the other side, then again, and again, and again, Sid smacking like a ball against a wall as Kane dropped him with Snake Eyes over the buckle and connected with a running boot, moving over to the corner and would pull down the steel chain.
Even the fans knew it was going to get bloody as Kane wrapped it around his fist and would start to punch Sid to the corner in the ribs and over the head, over and over and over and over again. 10, 20, 30, 40, hell just say it Kane had a fist of fire as Sid's head was busted wide open from each shot, wrapping it around his neck and would swing him out of the corner like a flail. Kane would wrap the chain around his face and would pull the ends so it would grind across his flesh, finishing him off with a smash into the cage.
He looked ready to end the game when he looked over, seeing the steel chair and would make his way over towards it, pulling it off and came down, loading it up as Sid blasted Kane over the knee with the lead pipe, Kane dropping like a stone holding his knee.
Sid made his way to his feet, grabbing the chair and would blast Kane over the skull with it, one good shot is all he needed as he picked up the chair, wrapping it around Kane's throat and would step on his back, pulling the chain up almost trying to rip his head off.
He was choking him with the chain snarling at him to die die die, releasing after a minute before moving to the corner, removing the turnbuckle pad. He pulled Kane up and would bash him ten times over the exposed steel then dropped him with a knee breaker, grabbing the chair and wrapped his knee within it, climbing the top rope and broke his knee with the chair.
Sid would then repeatidly stomp at the chair, breaking that knee making sure he wouldn't get up, wrapping the chain around Kane's throat again and dragged him to the cell bars, making the best knot he could so he was trapped, getting a hold of the lead pipe and proceeded to beat upon his ribs over and over again.
Sid after a moment pulled him from the cell and covered only for two. He would laugh a bit and forcefully pulled Kane to his feet, moving him to the corner and set him on top, climbing up after him. Sid would then hoist the big man up and came down hard with a superplex, rising up and dropped to a knee raising his hands up in victory dispite the blood covering his head.
Sid pulled up the steel chair, raising it up like a war trophy and turned as Kane would sit up and made it to his feet. Sid rushed in swinging, Kane blocked and pulled the chair out of his hands, Sid quickly hitting the knee and regained the chair, hitting Kane over the skull but Kane didn't drop. Sid would do it again as Kane would stagger, Sid swinging one more time as Kane caught him around the throat and one arm tossed him right into the cage.
Sid stumbled as Kane grabbed him around the throat with both arms and slammed him down hard, picking up the steel chair. Sid slowly rose up, shaking his head and was given one of the hardest chair shots in the known world, Kane breaking the chair over his head and slammed it down, limping some on his knee.
Sid was then pushed to the corner where Kane would choke him, slowly placing him on top and socked him in the mouth, climbing up after him but Sid would headbutt him off. He held his head in pain then hit Kane with a double axe, picking the big man up and bodyslammed him, Kane sat up.
Sid would kick him in the ribs then suplexed him down, Kane sat up. Sid would ram his knee into the ribs and irish whipped him right into a rolling spinebuster, Kane sat up. Sid would pick him up with a pump handle slam, Kane sat up again but stook the lead pipe over the back of his skull, Sid expecting that obviously as he covered only for two.
Sid knelt up, cursing out as he pulled Kane up, trying for a powerbomb but Kane would block and dumped him over, turning around and took the lead pipe over the knee again, Sid then quickly using the pipe and wrapped it around Kane's knee locking in a figure four. Sid would wrench and pull on it, yelling at Kane to tap out and cry out in mercy for all he cared, Kane only growling out in pain until he got a hold of the chain, wrapping it around his fist and started to punch at Sid's knee.
The hold would break as both monsters rose up, hitting each other over the head with loaded fists as they would drop. Sid would make it to his feet first, shaking his head as Kane would sit up, rising to his feet and both of them locked up, Kane violently pushing Sid back and caught him around the throat, raising him up but Sid fought out, grabbing Kane from behind and tossed him into the steel with a release german suplex.
Kane sickily hit the steel as Sid pulled him through the ropes and dropped him with a double underhook suplex then dropped Kane with his version of the chokeslam, saying that was it, covering....for two.
Sid would yell at the ref to make sure as he would move to the corner, reaching for the final weapon, the ballpeen hammer, pulling it down and had a look of evil in his eye, turning around and stared at Kane, watching him rise and swung hard with the hammer, Kane blocking it and shook his head no, pulling the hammer out of his hand and with the other hand chokeslammed Sid down.
He would look down at him...then at the hammer in his hand...then back to Sid, you could see the wheels turning.
"Gorilla they're going to have to stop this, Kane is looking to commit murder right here someone tell the ref to put an end to this."
"I agree with you Jess Kane is looking for the kill here and the ref needs to stop this fight right here."
The ref would plead with him but Kane pushed him aside, watching Sid rise up and swung the hammer with the power of Thor by god....and missed as Sid ducked, chopblocking the knee from under him and pulled the hammer out of his hand and blasted Kane over the skull with it.
Sid tossed the hammer aside as he yelled out it was over, pulling Kane up and would drop him with the Powerbomb. Sid shook his head no saying 'He's not finished yet' and pulled him up, dropping him with another Powerbomb. Kane still wasn't moving as Sid shook his head, screaming out 'He's going to hell now' and pulled Kane up, moving him to the corner and forced him to straddle it inwardly, climbing up and placed Kane between his legs, hoisting him up and came down with a Super Powerbomb.
Sid would slowly push himself to his knees, laughing maniacly as that should have been it, but he wanted to seal the deal, pulling a dead Kane right into the Tombstone position and drove him down upon the mat hard. Sid would then place the hands over his head and the ref covered, 1-2......NO...KANE SAT UP!
Sid pulled from Kane's body, his lip quivering in fear and his eyes were as wide as deer in the headlights as Kane turned his head to Sid. He would rise to his feet as Sid hit him with a punch to no effect. He would hit him again to no effect, swinging one more time as Kane caught his fist, literally crushing it within his palm. Sid dropped down to a knee as Kane jerked him back up and wrapped his palm around his throat and dropped him with a chokeslam.
Kane waited for Sid to rise and he got him around the throat and dropped him with another chokeslam. Kane heard the crowd as he would kick Sid in the ribs and loaded him between his thighs, raising him up and brought him down with the Last Ride Powerbomb, whipping his head back and cut his throat with his thumb as it was the endgame.
Sid like a lamb to the slaughter rose to his feet, pulling himself up and took one more shot to the ribs as Kane would load him up, setting him up for the Tombstone Piledriver and came down like Hellfire, covering, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, Kane."
Kane would rise up, victorious over his foe as he would set the posts on fire which in turn would ignite some of the prison cell as well, a dark red glow encircling them in a sea of fire and pure evil as Kane stood like a War God looking down at his fallen prey as the cell started to rise up.
We caught some highlights of the bloody, vicious bout as Kane exited in his typical fashion, walking up the ramp vindicated, turning to look at the carnage one last time before heading to the back as refs began to clean up the ring.