Post by DM on Oct 28, 2012 23:59:30 GMT
NWA Halloween Havoc 2012
Venue - Arena Mexico
Tag Line - Hell Hath No Fury
Theme - Hell (Disturbed)
Dark Matches
Psicosis defs. Dragonkid
Tiger Mask IV def. Kazarian
Beth Phoenix def. Maryse
"Welcome to Arena Mexico, Welcome To the only show on Halloween Night, Welcome, To Halloween Havoc. Good evening everyone I'm Gorilla Monsoon first time we've ever done a pay per view here, my collegue tonight, Jessie The Body Ventura."
"Ariba I think is was they say, if it's not the margaritas it's the atmosphere, we jam packed this place to the rafters it's going to be a hot one tonight."
"Hot buzz topics tonight, the women will do battle, tag team champions in trouble, Hayabusa against Johnny Nitro and the big one tonight, Del Rio vs. Bret Hitman Hart, can he focus considering what happened last week on Nitro?"
"You know we're going to have a lot of people tonight trying to steal the show, Starrcade is only three months away and everyone wants that top spot as far as Bret Hart is concerned he may not have homefield advantage but after what Del Rio did he may as well be in Canada, can he focus, can he keep his mental falculties together? I don't know for sure but it should be a good one."
"In fact it should be a classic show for sure, lets take you down to ringside for our opening match."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship!"
(Play Owen/Taka)
Owen Hart, though clearly not fully into the game, was still going to be a tough contender for Taka's title, as the referee rose the title over his head, signalling for the bell. Owen and Taka shook hands before the contest, nothing more than competition in this match as they locked up, Owen getting behind Taka in a waistlock, but Taka switched behind, shoving Owen to the ropes. Owen knocked him down with a shoulder block, hitting the ropes again. He leapt over Taka, Taka rising up and leapfrogging over him, catching him with a hip toss, but Owen reversed it, hip tossing Taka, but Taka landed on his feet, holding onto the arm.
Taka hit an arm wringer, kicking at Owen's chest before aiming for his head. Owen ducked underneath it, locking Taka in a hammerlock, but Taka hooked the head and leapt up, sending Owen down with a snapmare takedown. Owen rolled to his feet and got dropkicked out of the ring, through the ropes. Taka was in control at this point as Owen quickly slid back inside, getting caught with an arm drag, but nipped right up to his feet and caught Taka in a headlock takedown, but Taka was able to spin out and hop up to his feet, coming off the ropes, leaping for a dropkick, but Owen caught his feet and quickly went for the Sharpshooter! Taka scrambled out of this and backed up a quarter way up the ramp!
Damn, that was a close one, as Taka had to avoid that Sharpshooter at all costs, slowly approaching the ring and stepping up to the apron, coming back in. They locked up again, Owen pushing Taka to the corner, the referee ordering a clean break, but Owen sent Taka into the far corner, charging in, but Taka leapt up and behind Owen, rolling him up with a Japanese rolling clutch! 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out, firing Taka into the corner, who leapt off with a cross body off the top, turning in midair, but Owen rolled through with it. 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out, coming off the ropes again, Owen catching him with a belly to belly suplex, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka got a shoulder up again, Owen picking him up and locking in a side headlock.
Taka punched Owen a few times in the stomach, breaking the hold. He grabbed Owen and hooked him up for a suplex, but Owen went up and over, pushing Taka to the ropes, going to roll him up, but was pushed back as Taka held the ropes. Taka turned around to see Owen charging at him, but he lowbridged, Owen going flying to the outside. Taka ran from the far side and leapt over the top with a spaceman plancha, taking Owen down on the outside, leaping up the guardrail and screaming out with the fans. He tossed Owen back inside, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he got a shoulder up, as Taka picked him back up.
Owen woke up with a quick back body drop, sending Taka into the corner. He delivered a couple shoulder blocks, then sent Taka into the ropes, catching him with a dropkick, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out. Owen locked in a headlock on the canvas, keeping Taka down, as he tried to reestablish control. Taka fought to his knees, then back to his feet, firing a flying elbow into Owen's face, knocking him to the ropes. He ran at Owen, going for a cross body, but Owen ran forward, leaping and connecting with a spinning heel kick right in the mush. Owen got back to his feet, climbing up to the top rope, Taka was still down. He rose up, effortlessly flying through the air, nailing Taka with an elbow drop from the top, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka was able to kick out of it.
Taka got back up, Owen hammering down on his back, hitting a gutwrench suplex, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka was still fighting out of it as Owen hit a body slam, then rose back up to the top rope again. He leapt off with a splash, but Taka rolled out of the way, Owen rising to his knees. Taka delivered roundhouse kicks to the chest, before coming off the ropes and delivering a knee strike to Owen's face, covering right after. 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out. He got back up in the corner, Taka charging at him for a monkey flip, but Owen grabbed him and shoved him off, Taka splatting face first onto the mat. Owen ran forward with a clothesline, but Taka ducked it, nailing Owen with a jumping spin kick right in the mouth as he turned around.
Owen sprang back up to his feet, groggy, as Taka sent him to the far corner, this time nailing the monkey flip, but Owen was able to turn in mid air and land on his hands and knees, waiting for Taka to charge. Taka turned around and ran forward, Owen catching him coming in and dropped him with a northern lights suplex, bridging! 1.... 2.... no, Taka was able to get a shoulder up somehow. They got back to their feet, locking up again, as Taka snuck a knee to the midsection, then jumped up, delivering a fameasser, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out, rising up in the corner.
Taka ran forward, going for the Super K, but Owen ran forward and hooked him from behind, hitting a picture perfect german suplex! 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out as Owen quickly ran to the top rope, waiting for Taka to rise. He rose up, turning around, into a textbook missile dropkick right into the face, Owen covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka still kicked out of it, getting back to his feet in the corner. Owen ran forward and got a boot in the mouth as Taka rose up to the second rope, hooking his head and delivering a bulldog from the second rope, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Owen's foot hit the rope, great ring presence by the wily veteran.
Taka got to his feet, picking Owen up and hooking him up for a suplex, but Owen blocked it, lifting Taka up for one, but Taka landed on his feet and quickly jumped up, delivering a dropkick to the back, sending Owen forward. Owen came off the ropes, ducking a clothesline from Taka, turning him around, and hitting a frankensteiner! 1.... 2.... no, Taka barely was able to get out of that, as Owen clotheslined him down, resting in the corner a second. This match was going a mile a minute, as Owen was trying to regain his thoughts a second, but Taka nipped up to his feet, going for another monkey flip, but Owen caught him and placed him on the top rope, nailing him with an uppercut.
Owen climbed up with him, hooking him up for a superplex, lifting off and driving Taka down, floating right over for the count. 1.... 2.... no, Taka still kicked out of it, but the ball was in Owen's court. Owen waited for Taka to rise, going up to the top rope again, coming down with a splash, but Taka sat up, Owen nailing the canvas face and chest first. Taka quickly rose up, hitting an Oklahoma roll. 1.... 2.... no, Owen still kicked out, rising to his knees, getting nailed with a buzzsaw kick right in the side of the head! Taka covered, that had to be it. 1.... 2.... no, Owen got a shoulder up, and Taka couldn't believe it.
Taka rose up to his feet and looked down at Owen, trying to get back to his feet. Taka ran off the ropes, but Owen rose up to his feet, going for a clothesline, but Taka cruifixed around him, sliding down and going to roll him up, but Owen rolled through, quickly grabbing Taka's legs, stepping through, crossing them, applying the Sharpshooter, but he couldn't get it fully applied soon enough, as Taka grabbed the rope as soon as Owen turned him over. Man, that was a bullet that Taka just dodged, Owen breaking the hold. Taka rose up to his feet and was Irish whipped to the ropes, ducking a clothesline as they collided with double cross body blocks.
The referee began the count on both men as they started to get up at around five or six. They started trading right hands getting up, then Taka switched it to kicks all around the body, Owen just hammering away on Taka's head, pushing him off the ropes to the other side. Owen missed with a back elbow, Taka turning him around for the Michinoku Driver, but Owen went up and over, lifting Taka up for the sitout tombstone, now called the Hart Stopper! Taka wiggled out of it, grabbing Owen's legs and rolling him up for a victory roll! 1.... 2.... no, Taka couldn't hold Owen down, Owen getting right back up, taking the Flash Kick dead in the face, Taka falling on top! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Taka Michinoku!"
Wow, Taka Michinoku was just a hair faster than Owen Hart, and that made all the difference as he rose to his feet, exhausted, but still Cruiserweight Champion as he rose the title over his head, Owen getting back to his feet, shaking Taka's hand one more time before leaving the ring, when something appeared on the tron.
"Hahahaha, WOOOOO! Owen Hart, my man, you were just this close to scoring big... but that's always been your career, hasn't it, Owen? You've always come within reach of scoring, but you just can't get the job done. But me? I'm Ric Flair! I always get the job done! I always score big, and now that I've got your little niece, Natalya... hahahaha, THE NATURE BOY SCORES AGAIN! WOOOOOO!"
Ohhhh man, Owen Hart was incensed, running to the back, as cameras caught up backstage, Owen Hart ran down a couple referees, shoving them out of the way as he scoured the hallways, looking for Ric Flair. This was a different Owen Hart, for sure, as he had lost all composure.
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, from the land of the rising sun, weighing in at 237 lbs, the Great."
Both Matt and Jeff jumped Muta from behind, kicking and punching at him, ramming him into the barricade and repeatidly hit him with their title belts. Fans wondered where Kane was but as the split screen showed Daniels had gotten a hold of him backstage as Matt and Jeff slammed Muta onto the stage.
Matt made a signal after ramming him into the set wall, lining him up as both of them would pull Muta up and double team powerbombed him right to the floor crashing through the set table. Both of them would start to grin, knowing they took Muta out of the picture.
But the stage would explode as they quickly moved to the ring, Kane starting to follow after them seeming to have dealt with Daniels, Matt charging in with a steel chair as Kane blocked it and cracked it over Matt's skull. Jeff looking under the ring and found a kendo stick, charging in but Kane would block, smashing it over the ringpost as Jeff ducked and rolled into the ring, Kane sliding after him as the bell rang.
Jeff started to stomp on him as Kane pushed him back, Jeff came in strong but Kane grabbed him by the throat, tossing him to the corner and swung. Jeff ducked and started to punch at his head, Kane pushing him back as Jeff rushed in, taking a boot ove the face. Kane grabbed him by the back of the hair, tossing him hard to the ropes and missed a clothesline, Jeff coming off the rope with a flying elbow smash, then a clothesline, then a dropkick but Kane wouldn't drop. He would hit the rope again, hitting three dropkicks and clotheslined Kane out of the ring.
He landed on his feet, reaching for his legs but took a double boot to the face, Jeff leaping over the rope with a cross body as Kane caught him, picking him up as Jeff slid out and pushed him right into the post. Kane would stagger as Jeff would hit at the knee, charging in as Kane got him over the throat, raising him up and choketossed him right into the stairs.
Jeff held his back, rolling into the ring as Kane went after him, holding him by the hair and flung him hard to the corner, watching him smack off and hoisted him up and slammed him down. Jeff rose up in pain taking one hell of a clothesline then another one, Kane pulling him up by the hair and flung him hard to the rope, grabbing him by the throat and rose him up with both hands, Matt chopblocking the knee from behind as Kane dropped, Jeff and Matt stomping on him, moving him to the corner as they hit poetry in motion then dropped him with a double team suplex.
Officially Matt tagged in, coming off the top rope with a guillotine legdrop over the throat, locking in a headlock, trying to keep Kane grounded. Slowly he rose to his feet, Matt leaping up and put the weight on him, even Kane eventually would drop to a knee without oxygen in his lungs. Matt would lay him down, coming off the rope with a bodysplash, tagging in Jeff whom came off the top with a swanton bomb, covering, one...No.
Kane literally pushed him off and out of the ring, sitting up as Matt caught him with a dropsault to the face, the ref pushing him back to the corner as Jeff came in with a steel chair, Kane ducking and backbody dropped Jeff to the floor, the chair actually landing on him. Kane would move to the floor, grabbing Jeff by the throat and slammed him against the post, actually starting to choke him.
Matt leapt upon Kane, starting to put him back into a sleeper as Kane whipped him off and punted him over the stairs, this gave Jeff a chance to get into the ring, coughing as Kane would re enter, climbing the top rope and waited, leaping like a missile but Jeff caught him with a dropkick, quickly running and striking at him to keep him grounded, coming off the rope and connected with a kick over the head, Kane laying over the apron.
Jeff hit the top rope, leaping with a legdrop over Kane's throat, knocking him to the floor. Jeff pulled Kane up and smashed him headfirst into the post, placing him against it as Matt removed his wrist tape and wrapped it around Kane's neck to keep him in place with the post while Jeff got a hold of a chair.
He would fold it with a grin, looking to blast Kane as he moved over holding it up but Kane kicked the chair right in his face, breaking out as he grabbed Matt, dragging him to the floor and slammed him into his brother, hitting them both with a double clotheslines, tossing Jeff into the ring and dropped him again with a big boot, picking him up and dropped him with snakeeyes catching him by the throat and chokeslammed him down.
He would whip his head back as he cut his finger with his throat, pulling Jeff up and went for the Tombstone when Matt hit him from behind. The ref went to push him back to his corner but Kane grabbed Matt whom broke away, quickly locking him up as Jeff caught him from behind, both of them hitting the Double Team Side Effect, covering....for two.
Jeff hit the mat, wanting to try it again, trying to set him up but Kane broke free, dropping them down once again, grabbing them both by the throat but they kicked him in the stomach, dropping him with a Double Team DDT, looking for the finish....but hadn't realized that Muta pulled from the wreckage and was pissed, grabbing a hold of a steel chair and made his way to the ring.
Matt turned around trying to stop him and took the damndest chair shot over the skull. Thank god he wasn't legal as Muta hit the ring, the ref quickly stopped him but Muta shoved him out of the way, swinging at Jeff whom ducked, Kane able to block and caught the chair, Jeff hitting Muta into Kane to cause the distraction, the ref pushing Muta to his corner as Daniels from behind stole the chair and blasted Kane over the skull, right into Jeff whom dropped him with the Twist of Hate, Daniels rolling to the outside and dragged Muta to the floor, starting to brawl with him as Jeff covered.....NO.
Kane kicked out and the place went crazy as Kane sat up, Jeff looking like he saw a ghost as he said the hell with it and came in, getting goosled and was chokeslammed to the mat while on the outside, Daniels was blinded with the green mist and Muta went crazy with a kendo stick on him.
Kane violently pulled Jeff up and went for the tombstone but he slid out, dropkicking the knee and came off the rope for a bulldog but Kane pushed him off, Jeff smacking into a rising Matt as Kane picked him up and dropped him with the Tombstone covering.....NO Matt was able to break the count up JUST in time but a pissed off Kane rose up, going after him choking him in the corner but a thumb to the eye saved Matt, hitting the buckle and came down with an elbow over the head, going for a bulldog but Kane caught him, dropping him with a sidewalk slam right upon Jeff, kicking him to the floor as Muta hit the apron.
Kane would then tag him in as he pulled Jeff up right between his thighs, raising him up for the Last Ride and rose him up high as Muta leapt off the top rope with a Shining Wizard hitting a Shining Last Ride, Jeff hitting with impact as Kane moved to the floor, grabbing Daniels and slammed him into the barricade as Muta would wait, Jeff just staggering to his feet not having a clue where he was as Muta connected with the Shining Wizard then the moonsault to boot, covering.....NO again Matt was able to break it up.
He would hit along Muta's back, dragging him up as he was blasted with the green mist, pushed to the corner as Muta hit the cartwheel back elbow then dropped him with a brain buster to follow, turning around as Jeff went to leave but Muta caught him by the foot, Jeff catching him right in the jaw with an ensiguri.
He struggled to his feet, moving to the top rope and leapt with an awkward Swanton Bomb, completely missing as Muta moved out of the way, dropping him with a bulldog then vicious kicks to his chest and head, finishing him with a spinkick across the side of the head that nearly kicked it off.
Matt rose up as the ref started to move him back to the corner as Muta hit the rope, taking a kendostick to the back of the head by Daniels, losing his footing as Jeff caught Muta right into the Twist of Hate, covering.....NO only for two as Muta kicked out.
Jeff went frantic as he moved to the outside, grabbing the tag team titles and said the hell with it, starting to leave with them as he bumped right into Kane in the aisleway. He shook his head no and started to strike him back to ringside, Jeff rolling into the ring as Kane went after him but he was hit from behind from the returning Sid Vicious whom blated him hard with a lead pipe.
Kane dropped as Sid started to wail and beat upon him, yelling at him that this was far from over and he was going to kill him as the ref took the title from Jeff, moving it back to the time keeper while Jeff blinded Muta in the eye with salt, he and Matt hitting the ring and dropped him with with the Side Effect, quickly rolling to the floor as Jeff nailed the Swanton Bomb, covering...NO.
Muta kicked out and Jeff rose up, tossing his shirt off and had just about lost it, the ref tossing Daniels and Sid out of the match, giving Jeff enough time to get the Title Belt, charging in but missed, Muta ducking and caught him with a pelekick, making a signal and dropkicked Matt off the apron, catching Jeff with a tornado DDT, going for the cover as Matt pulled Muta to the floor by the feet.
Muta would duck a punch and slammed him into the post, moving back inside as Kane sat up, rising to his feet as Jeff was able to counter out of a hold, dropping Muta with a stunner, quickly covering as Matt from the outside held Muta's feet down.....NO Kane pushed Matt away as Muta kicked out.
Jeff would curse, dragging him up as he was then blinded with the green mist, Muta hitting the rope and connected with the shining wizard clear over the face, Kane getting a hold of a steel chair, blasting Matt over the skull, Daniels and Sid made their way back to the ring as Kane would fight them off on his own, Muta leaping off with a moonsault, splashing down going for the cover but Serena from the crowd hit the ring.
The ref pushed her away from ringside but it gave Matt a chance to stagger in, Muta catching him with a DDT, Jeff catching him with a rolling clutch grabbing the rope.....for three.
"Here are your winners and Still NWA World Tag Team Champions, The Hardy Boys."
Immediately they fled the ring, bruised and battered but still champions, knowing it took the whole Regime to keep Kane and Muta at bay but once they locked eyes, they had the same idea, going after Matt and Jeff whom left through the crowd, Kane and Muta were hot on their heels, oh this wasn't over by a long shot.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles California weighing in at 230 lbs, Johnny Nitro. And his opponent, from Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, Hayabusa."
The bell sounded and the match was on, Nitro was without Melina which might be a blessing in disguise as they moved around the ring, locking up as Busa locked in a rear waistlock, Nitro countering out with a roll, locking up again as Nitro caught the rear waistlock, Busa kicking off the rope with a backflip, hitting the rope and missed the clothesline, Nitro swinging with a roundhouse as Busa rolled under.
Busa went for a leaping kick as Nitro went for a sweep, both of them missing each other as they locked up again, Nitro dropped with a tomoe throw but he hit the buckle and would springboard with a dropkick, Busa catching the legs as Nitro would spin, tossing Busa off as both men rose taking a stance, and a break.
They moved around the ring, jocking for position as Nitro pushed him to the corner, swinging but Busa ducked and rolled, hitting the rope and caught him with a spinning headscissor then a hiptoss, Nitro swinging with a punch as Busa ducked and caught him with a hurricanrana then a kick to the jaw, Nitro falling to the floor. He got a burst of speed and would sault over the ropes trying for a headscissor but Nitro held on and would powerbomb him against the steel post then rebounded off onto the floor.
Nitro would tossed him into the ring, leapfrogging off the rope and dropped him with a ddt, covering for two. He would pull him up, moving him to the corner and started to kick at him, tossing him hard to the other buckle, Busa leaping up and over behind NItro, catching him with a headlock takedown, Nitro scissoring out, Busa with leglace takedown as Nitro kicked him off, Busa came in with a dropkick knocking NItro to the apron, charging in but it was blocked with a knee to the face, Nitro latching onto this head and ran along the apron, leaping onto the buckle and dropped him with a sunset flip neckbreaker, covering again for two.
Nitro pulled him back up, trying for a suplex but Busa blocked, hitting to the ribs with his knees then dropped him with a toe hold into a side headlock. Slowly Nitro got to his feet, pushing him off as Busa came off the rope, ducking under the arm and would springboard with a moonsault, using the momentum to come off the rope again and catch him with a cross body block, leaping upon Nitro's shoulders and drove him with a victory roll toss then a hard kick to the chops sending him to the corner.
Busa rammed his shoulders into the ribs before climbing up, punching to his head before Nitro pushed him off to the apron then charged in for a clothesline. Busa would duck, running and leapt upon the buckle leaping with a cannonball capture neckbreaker, covering for two.
He rose to his feet, pulling him up and came down with a suplex then another suplex, trying for a flatliner but Nitro blocked with a knee to the ribs, tossing him to the ropes and caught him with a flapjack then a hard clothesline, hitting the rope and leapt with a moonsault, splashing down for two.
Nitro pulled him up, taking a chop to the chest, then another chop, Busa hitting him with a double chop before hitting the rope, Nitro chasing after him and caught him off guard with a baseball slide right to the ankles. Nitro was on the floor, pulling Busa to dangle over the apron, hitting the apron and came down with a double knee over the back of the head dropping him down. He slowly pulled him back up though Busa dropped him with a toss right into the stairs but Nitro leapt upon them then springboarded off, Busa catching him with a dropkick to the ribs.
He would toss him into the ring, hitting the top rope and leapt hitting a spinning wheel kick over the face, going for the cover but Nitro quickly scissored the legs around his head, pulling him in for a pin..only for two.
Both men got up and locked up, Nitro tossing him to the ropes, leapfrogging then caught him with a hiptoss though Busa countered that right into an armbar takedown toss, Nitro using the momentum off the rope and caught him with a shoulder block, going back in but was sweapt to the canvas, Busa doing a standing moonsault but Nitro got the knees up, rising up and dropped him with a spinning neck breaker, springboarding off the rope with a mach vader bomb, covering for two.
Nitro pulled him up, going for a german but Busa blocked it, getting behind him and quickly applied a leap up triangle choke, squeezing the life out of him. Nitro would kick trying to break out as his long legs were able to catch the rope. The hold broke as Busa dropkicked his back, watching him ram into the buckle then dropped him with a back dropsuplex, hitting the rope and missing the running knee over the head, Nitro catching him on the rebound with a tiltawhirl jaw jacker, stunning him then clotheslined him to the floor.
Nitro got a rush of speed, leaping off the rope with a corkscrew and crashed down upon him, rising up grabbed him from behind though Busa pushed him off to the post. Nitro actually doing a backflip off the post behind Busa catching him with flapjack rib first onto the apron, Nitro dropping him with a clothesline before tossing him into the ring, climbing the top rope and waited for him to rise, hitting a missile dropkick, covering for two.
He shook his head, picking him up for a running powerbomb but Busa countered with a hurricanrana, Nitro smacking hard into the corner as he was then caught with a japanesse rolling clutch for two. Again both men rose, Nitro swinging with a kick but it was caught and he was swept down, Busa holding onto that leg, dropping down a few elbows then locked in a kneeling leg lock, Nitro kicking him off then took a dropkick right to the knee, rolling out of the ring for safety, shaking the leg out.
Busa climbed the top rope and would leap with a cross body, splashing down upon Nitro, tossing him into the ring and hit a springboard sitout moonsault, splashing right on the back leg, Nitro rolling and yelled out in pain as Busa picked him up, dropping him with a knee breaker, stretching out the leg with a legvice, Nitro kicking him off with the free leg, hobbling to his feet and took one hell of a kick to the back of the knee, dropping down as Busa came off the rope with a knee over the face, quickly hitting the top rope and came down with a Phoenix Splash, covering..for two.
He looked at the ref then dragged Nitro up, moving him to the corner and set the knee against the rope, kicking at it then caught him with a climb up knee to the face, dropping him with a double underhook suplex, rising up and waited, leaping upon his shoulders, trying for a headscissor when he turned around though Nitro blocked, falling back and smashed his face right into the turnbuckle.
Nitro quickly hitting the rope and caught him with a Flying Chuck, using the bad knee and even cursed out, rolling his body over and covered....for two.
So close on that one as Nitro slowy rose up, rubbing his knee, moving Busa to the corner and went for a punch though he ducked, moving Nitro to the corner and hit to that knee, setting him up in the tree of woe position and stomped on his face, backing up and came in with a cross body, crushing him as Nitro hit the mat, Busa grabbing him from behind right into a full nelson slam, springboarding off the rope with a double knee to the ribs, rolling up and swung with a spinkick.
Nitro ducked and caught him with a pelekick, causing him to get loopy as he went for the Moonlight Drive but Busa pushed him off to the apron getting a ful head of steam and hit the top rope, leaping with a senton but Nitro caught him, leaping off the apron with him crashing through the announcers table.
Holy shit did that just happen, the ref going to check on both of them as Melina pushed him out of the way, praying that NItro was okay after that spot, the replay showing that three times from different angles as Nitro slowly started to make it to his feet, holding his back as he limped and made his way into the ring, Melina yelling at him to stay inside and rest as the ref started his count.
Busa was barely moving, struggling to make it to his feet as Melina counted with the ref, yelling at the fans to quiet down as he hit the count of seven......eight.....nine....Nitro then rolled to the floor, breaking the count as Melina yelled "What are you doing?" and tossed Busa into the ring, he wanted to win the right way, hitting the apron and leapt in hitting Starship Pain, crashing down and covered......for two.
Nitro ran his hands through his hair, Melina screaming at him to do it again as he moved over to the rope, making to climb but instead stopped, turning his head and would start to stomp his foot. Melina screaming at him to climb the rope as Nitro would continue to stomp, Busa starting to make his way to his feet on dream street.
The stomps got louder and faster, Busa turning around as Nitro came in then in midmotion did an inverted spinkick to the jaw completely faking him out going for the cover.....for two.
Nitro rose up frustrated as Melina pointed to the ropes, yelling at him to leap as he would try for Starship Pain but Busa got the knees up, Nitro rising up as Busa quickly grabbed him and came down hard with the Falcon Arrow, covering.........for two!
Whoa, the crowed actually exploded as Nitro kicked out and Hayabusa was in a bit of shock as that one, pulling Nitro up and hit over his head, tossing him to the rope but Nitro irish whipped, catching him with a belly to belly suplex, a stalling leg lariat then the Nitroblast but missed as Busa rolled under catching him with a stalling brainbuster, moving to the top rope, Melina hitting the apron but Busa just kicked her off.
He then leapt off with a senton as Nitro in mid air caught him right in the jaw with the Nitroblast, both men were down as Nitro held his knee, the pain shooting right up his leg as Melina pounded the mat, Nitro rolling and almost leapt, covering........for two.
Too much time was waisted as Melina barked out orders, Nitro slowly rising to his feet as Busa stagged up, using the ropes as Nitro came in but took a hard kick to the ribs, Busa quickly grabbing him by the hair and flung him to the buckle, Nitro smacking off as he was caught in a Rydeen Buster, Busa rising up and called for it, picking him up and dropped him with a Fisherman Buster, picking him up and dropped him with a second Fisherman Buster, dragging him up and dropped him with a sit out inverted suplex, pulling him up and moved him to the corner, ramming his knee into his face and started to kick at him.
Nitro fell to his rear as Busa would strike at him with his knees over and over again, moving back and charged in but Nitro moved out of the way, springing to life and caught him perfectly with a Nitroblast to the face, going for the cover but he had kicked him out of the ring, Nitro falling flat and cursed.
That would have been the end of it as he would roll out of the ring after him, Melina again screaming at him 'what are you doing' as he tossed Busa into the ring, hobbling as he climbed back into the ring, slowly looking to make his move as Busa made it to his feet, shaking his head as Nitro came in with a crucifix but Busa blocked, dropping him with a schwein, nearly breaking his neck as he moved to the ropes, leaping with a pictuer perfect moonsault, hitting the other corner and leapt with another moonsault, rising up and said that was it, pulling Nitro up and went for the Falcon Arrow, coming down but in mid movement Nitro countered right into the Moonlight Drive.
Perfectly executed as he would roll over............NO only two, Busa just BARELY kicking out. Melina yelling at him to put him away already as Nitro slowly made it to his feet, breathing hard in the corner not knowing what else to do knowing he had to try for it, looking over and came in with the Nitroblast but Busa had ducked, springboarding off the rope with a dropkick then a cutter, moving to the ropes again but Melina grabbed at his leg, Busa kicking at her giving her a warning as she climbed upon the apron and actually shoved him.
Busa would turn around as the ref got between them as Busa turned around, grabbing Nitro and tossed him right into her but Nitro hit the rope and leapt with a Flying Chuck, Busa ducking and kicked Nitro low, raising him up but Nitro countered with the senton, hitting the rope as Melina yelled at him, Nitro leaping with a moonsault and missed, Busa picking him up and dropped him with the FalconDriver, covering......for three.
Busa rolled out of the ring, rolling his shoulder a bit as Nitro hit the mat in frustration, Melina entering the ring and yelled at him that again he blew this one, Busa making his way to the back as Nitro completely ignored Melina's verbal abuse, heading to the back.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Angel's Championship!"
(Play Lita/Serena)
Serena attacked Lita before she entered the ring, slamming her down onto her back, damaging her ribs even more. The referee pushed her back, Serena screaming at him all the while, as Lita struggled to her feet in the corner. The referee asked her if she wanted to go on with this match, and she nodded, the referee calling for the bell. Serena stalked her prey with a sick, sinister smile, as Lita grabbed her by the head and tossed her into the corner, hammering away on her face! Serena was getting blasted heavy, her head being jacked around like a ping pong ball, Lita just pouring on the offense. She fired Serena hard into the far corner, catching her coming out with a reverse elbow smash, knocking her down.
Serena got back to her feet, being tosse back to the ropes. Lita ducked her head, Serena going for a kick, but Lita caught her leg and started kicking at it, loosening up those hamstrings, before hitting a dragon screw leg whip, wrenching at the leg! Lita mounted her, hammering away on her head. Serena was able to get away, sliding out of the ring, as Lita ran at her, but the ref held her back, beginning his count, as Serena grabbed her title belt, and began to leave! Lita had none of this, sliding out of the ring and grabbing Serena by the shirt, throwing her back first into the stairs! She picked Serena up and grabbed her head, quickly nailing the Twist of Fate!
Serena rolled out of the ring from the impact, otherwise Lita would've ended this already! Lita knew she had to end this quickly, she couldn't take much damage, those ribs being too badly damaged. She grabbed Serena and tossed her back inside, picking her back up and going for a body slam, dropping her down hard on the mat, but Lita held her back. Serena slowly got to her feet in the corner as Lita charged in, but Serena was able to get a knee up right into the ribs! Lita dropped like a stone, holding her chest in pain, as Serena now had a target, dropping elbow upon elbow on the ribs, just battering her, as Lita was now in severe danger.
The referee slid right into Lita's face, asking if she wanted to give, but she refused to quit. Serena kicked her in the gut time and time again, rolling her around in the ring, Lita coughing and gasping as her ribs were killing her. Serena screamed down at her to give up, picking her up by the hair, smacking her face into the turnbuckle. She fired Lita hard into the far corner, her back smacking the turnbuckle, as Serena grabbed her from the center of the ring, blasting her into the first corner again, Lita coming out and falling to her knees, holding her back, almost crying, the pain was so intense. Serena just pushed her down by her face, covering arrogantly. 1.... 2.... no, Lita kicked out, but Serena was all smiles, locking in a surfboard stretch, posting Lita's back with her knee.
Lita shook her head, screaming out in pain, but refusing to give in, as Serena just targeted the back and the ribs, stretching her arms behind her, wrenching on the surfboard. Lita struggled to try and get out of this, catching the rope with her foot, the referee breaking the hold. Serena let go, pulling Lita up by the hair, locking in a bear hug, just wrenching hard on it, Lita was being torn apart. She needed to give up, but refused to give, Serena just wrenching and screaming like a wild woman, a wild fire in her eyes, she looked downright psychotic. Serena shoved Lita back into the corner, lifting her up to the second rope, headbutting her hard. Lita reeled back as Serena hooked her up for a superplex, but Lita fought back, punching and headbutting Serena.
Serena fell down, on her feet, but persevered, getting back on the rope and hooking Lita up for another superplex, but Lita again shoved her down, Serena running back at her, but took a stiff mule kick right into the jaw, stunning her hard. Lita hooked the head, drilling Serena's head down with a tornado DDT! Lita held her back in pain, crawling over to Serena, just getting an arm over her. 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out, but was being rocked, getting to her feet groggily. Lita slowly got back to her feet on her own power, Serena charging and missing with a clothesline, as Lita quickly hit a neckbreaker, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out.
Lita HAD to cover after every move, this needed to end quickly, otherwise Lita wasn't going to have much of a career after the match. She picked Serena up and lifted her for a suplex, but her back wouldn't hold her, Serena landing right behind her in a dragon sleeper, lifting her up for a reverse suplex, driving Lita down ribs first on the canvas! Lita rolled around in pain, falling to the floor on the outside.
Serena got back to her feet and paraded around the ring, she'd gladly take the countout, as Lita was struggling to get to her feet, she wasn't gonna make the count, as the referee was up to five. Six, and Lita was pulling herself up to her feet. Seven, eight, Lita was just getting there. Nine, and Lita rolled into the ring, barely making it. Serena picked her up, setting her up for the Fall from Grace, but as she flipped Lita over, she landed on her feet, quickly hitting a second Twist of Fate, Serena rolling over, but Lita couldn't capitalize!
The fans were rallying behind Lita, Serena was knocked out! They cheered and screamed for Lita to just turn around, just get an arm, a finger over Serena! Lita turned around, just barely draping her arm over Serena, getting the cover! 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out, she had too much time to recover! Lita got back up to her feet, knowing that she had only one trick left up her sleeve, but she couldn't risk it. She couldn't take the risk, Serena was already stirring. Serena got back up to her feet, Lita going for another Twist of Fate, but Serena pushed her off into the corner, Lita's chest smacking the corner hard, Serena going for a german suplex, but Lita was able to hit a stunner, knocking Serena out!
Lita quickly rose to the top rope, going for the Litasault, but Serena rolled away, Lita's ribs crashing into the canvas! Lita cried out in pain, as Serena grabbed her up and delivered the Fall from Grace, but dropped Lita's chest across her knees, busting her up even more! Serena hooked the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA Angel's Champion, Serena!"
Serena rose up, snatching the Angel's Championship and rising it over her head... and bringing it down on Lita's back! Serena wasn't finished yet, as she locked on the Bite of the Dragon submission, trying to choke Lita out, as referees flew down to the ringside area, trying to pull Serena off, but she wasn't having any of that!
(Play out)
MsChif came flying out from the back, she was back and she was pissed off, sliding into the ring, Serena bolting from the ring, as MsChif screamed at her, that she was gonna get the bitch back for what she did to her, although still not medically cleared yet. MsChif went down to check on Lita, who was one of her inspirations, but Serena slid back into the ring, blasting MsChif over the back of the head with a steel chair! Serena just started hammering away on MsChif now, as she fended off several officials with the chair, alternating shots between Lita and MsChif! MsChif got back to her feet, turning around, and getting whacked in the face with the steel chair, knocking her right out!
Serena was the head bitch of the NWA, screaming out to the fans, climbing the rope with the dented chair as she turned around... seeing Lita starting to stir. Serena turned the chair around in her hands, readying to swing, she was going to take Lita's head off!
(Play out)
What in the hell happened to Katie Lea Burchill? Katie Lea, no... Winter came down to the ring slowly, as Serena bolted from the ring, grabbing the title belt and hopping the guard rail, clearly not wanting ANYTHING to do with Winter!
"Oh my god, Gorilla, what the hell happened to Katie Lea Burchill?"
"You talk about a changed woman, Jesse, that woman right there is looking for revenge, we all know that she was Serena's first victim!"
"I... I can't believe it, what's happened to her? She's undergone a complete transformation, and Serena is running scared!"
Serena looked back at the ring, backpedalling through the crowd as a look of sheer, unabashed terror was in her eyes, as Winter was back in the NWA. Winter didn't even move, but just stared holes right through Serena with cold, evil looking eyes, as referees tended to Lita and MsChif. MsChif clearly was in no condition to return, and doctors were tending to Lita, bringing both of them to the back, but the bigger story was that the original Queen of the NWA was back, and the Angel's Champion wanted nothing to do with her.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA United States Championship!"
(Play Tully/Chono)
Tully and Chono were about to square off, as Chono, in now ritualistic fashion, dropped the US title on the floor, drawing a line with it, as Tully stepped right over it, Chono shoving him back! Tully walked up to him again, and Chono shoved him back one more time, getting angrier and angrier, as the two men locked up, Tully quickly getting behind Chono in a waistlock. Chono switched behind and lifted Tully up, dropping him down with a wrestling lift, holding onto the waistlock. Tully tried to sit out, but Chono was able to turn this into a sitting hammerlock, bringing Tully down onto the canvas face first. Tully spun out and got his arm free, hitting his knees as Chono got back to his feet, smirking at Tully.
Tully got back to his feet, locking up again, synching in a side headlock, as Chono lifted him up for a back suplex, but Tully cranked the pressure up, Chono dropping him. He turned around and grabbed Tully in a top wristlock, bending Tully backwards. Tully bridged back, then fell onto his back and spun out, flipping up to his feet, hitting an arm wringer on Chono, who countered with an arm wringer of his own, going for a short arm clothesline, but Tully ducked it and quickly hit a school boy, or tried to, as Chono sat right down on the arm, then turned around into a short arm scissor, locking it in tight.
Tully flipped backwards, breaking the scissor and taking Chono down in a side headlock takedown, but Chono quickly slid out of it and applied a hammerlock before slapping the back of Tully's head! Tully got back to his feet, stunned, as Chono was actually outwrestling him, charging in, as Chono hit an arm drag on him, keeping him down with an armbar. Tully got back to his feet, pushing Chono to the ropes, hammering down on his chest with an elbow before sending Chono into the ropes. Tully dropped down as Chono ran over, Tully going for a leapfrog on the other pass, but Chono caught him and dropped him onto his back, going for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Tully kicked him right off, Chono bouncing off the ropes, going for a kick, but Tully caught his foot and tripped him from the ground, locking in a side leglock.
Chono struggled in this for a bit before kicking Tully in the face, breaking it and getting back to his feet. He charged in at Tully with a right hand, but Tully blocked it and quickly applied a full nelson, then grabbed Chono's right arm and dropped him down with a fujiwara armbar, locking it in tight. Chono pounded the mat as Tully was wrenching on the arm, knowing that Chono couldn't use his striking game if his arm was damaged. Chono rolled out of it, grabbing Tully's legs and slingshotting him into the turnbuckle. He got to his feet and went for a clothesline, but Tully rolled out of the corner, Chono turning around to see Tully in the center of the ring, waiting for him.
The crowd erupted as the match had been dead even in the early going, Chono and Tully circling each other before locking up again, Tully sneaking in a knee to the midsection, driving Chono to the corner. He hit knees to the stomach repeatedly, before taking Chono out with a snap mare, locking in a neck vice. Chono reached for the ropes with his legs, but couldn't quite reach them, as the referee asked him if he wanted to give. Chono refused to give in, trying to get to his feet, but Tully had this locked in. Chono reached up and raked at Tully's face, breaking the neck vice, getting back to his feet. He swung wildly, but Tully ducked it, locking in a sleeper hold, but Chono hit an elbow to the midsection, then delivered a spinning european uppercut, knocking Tully back upright, and in one swift motion, Chono kicked him in the midsection, then hooked him up for a suplex, but Tully went up and over, delivering a german suplex with a bridge! 1.... 2.... no, Chono kicked out of it.
Tully was a tough chain wrestler to match, as Chono got to his feet, receiving a chop to the chest. Chono answered back with a chop of his own, having much more success, as Tully held his chest in pain. Chono chopped him again, turning Tully around and dropping him with a neckbreaker, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Chono couldn't hold him down as he picked Tully up and launched him to the ropes, connecting with a spinning heel kick. Chono sat on the mat for a second before rising to his feet, waiting for Tully to get to his, taking him over the top with a clothesline, but Tully landed on the apron. Chono went for a right hand, but Tully caught his arm and guillotined it over the rope, Chono reeling back in pain as his arm was favoring him. Tully entered the ring to capitalize, hitting an arm wringer, but Chono pulled him right into a DDT, covering quickly. 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out again.
Chono picked Tully back up, who woke up with an inverted atomic drop, hitting a double leg takedown, then turning Chono over into a Boston crab, wrenching back on it hard, Chono struggling in the hold. Tully locked it in nice and tight, crossing the legs and posting Chono's back with his knee, turning it into a sitout cloverleaf, driving his knee into Chono's back. Chono struggled on, clawing inch by inch, getting the ropes and sliding to the outside to regroup, holding his back. Tully was the master of the ring at this point, as Chono walked up the steps at six, then stepped back down after breaking the referee's count, taking a little more time to gather his thoughts.
Tully slid out of the ring and turned Chono around... bad idea, as Chono was expecting this, kicking Tully right in the gut and driving his face into the post, before sending him back into the ring. Chono picked Tully up and hit a back suplex, grabbing Tully's legs while they were still in the air, crossing the legs and stepping through, going for a scorpion deathlock! Tully punched at Chono repeatedly, kicking him off as Chono bounced off the ropes and delivered a low clothesline, almost taking Tully's head off, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Tully squirmed out from the other side as Chono picked him up and brought him to the corner, kicking at his stomach until he dropped to a seated position.
Chono kept kicking at him, not letting up for a second until the referee pulled him off, Chono yelling out. He pushed the ref out of the way and delivered a running dropkick to Tully's face, dragging him out of the corner, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Tully got a foot on the rope, Chono didn't pull him far enough. He picked Tully back up and hooked him for a suplex, but Tully quickly hit a small package! 1.... 2.... no, Chono kicked out and went for a wild swing, but Tully ducked it and locked in a double hammerlock, turning it into a double hammerlock suplex, holding the arms down for the pin! 1.... 2.... no, Chono barely kicked out! Tully sat up, going to the second rope, waiting for Chono to rise, but went up to the top rope instead, leaping with a flying body press, nailing Chono, but Chono was able to roll through with the pin! 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out, Chono coming off the rope with a flashing elbow, but Tully caught the arm and locked in a cross arm breaker!
Chono pounded the mat in pain, kicking at the ropes, trying to get to them, but Tully, again, had the submission locked in nice and tight, wrenching even harder on the arm, as Chono was being outwrestled on the mat. Tully pulled back harder, Chono's arm being hyperextended, but Chono rolled backwards, actually trying to lift Tully off the ground while the hold was still applied! Chono lifted with all his might, but couldn't get Tully up. He struggled and strained, trying one more time, eventually lifting him onto his shoulders in an electric chair! He dropped Tully face first onto the top turnbuckle, then lifted him onto the corner.
Chono climbed up and hooked him up for a super back suplex, lifting off, driving the back of Tully's head into the canvas, as Chono rolled over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out of it somehow, as Chono got to his feet in the corner, not having the strength in his arm to pull himself up. Tully slowly got to his feet as Chono ran forward with the Yakuza Kick, but Tully ducked it, turning Chono around for the piledriver, but Chono hit a back body drop, countering out of it quickly. Chono ran forward with a shoulder block, taking Tully down, but held his arm in pain, as Tully quickly got back to his feet and zeroed in on the arm, hitting an armbreaker DDT, Chono screaming out in pain.
Tully had the advantage, going for another arm wringer, but Chono was able to punch his way out with his left hand, kicking Tully low in the gut, hooking the arms for the ChonoTrigger, but he couldn't hook him because of the pain in his arm! Tully slid out of it, locking in a hammerlock, going for another hammerlock suplex, but Chono fired a low blow right to Tully, both men falling onto the canvas as the referee admonished Chono before administering his count. Both men started to stir, Chono pulling himself onto the apron, and then to the top rope slowly, as Tully tried to get to his feet in the center of the ring, holding himself. Chono rose up, leaping with a flying shoulder block, taking Tully down, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out of it again as Chono was running out of options. Tully was countering everything he was throwing at him, and refused to stay down.
Chono picked Tully up, hooking him up for a vertical suplex, going to lift him, but his arm gave way again, Tully bounced off the ropes, going for a bulldog, but Chono fired him off into the corner, Tully leaving the ground and smacking the top turnbuckle, falling back onto the canvas, as Chono pulled him out and covered. 1.... 2.... no, Chono couldn't hold the leg with the bad arm, as Tully kicked out again, still having a lot of fight left in him. Chono was getting pissed, as he picked Tully up, Tully slapping him in the face! Ohhh, anyone who knew Chono knew that was a mistake, as Chono just started hammering away on Tully with right hands, but they had little effect, moreso, they had an effect on Chono, as his arm was damaged, and Tully knew it!
Tully leapt off the second rope with a dropkick right to the bad arm, then held up 4 fingers, before crossing his throat with his thumb, signalling the end! He lifted Chono up for the piledriver again, Chono fighting it. Tully hammered down on his back as he tried to lift him, but Chono would have none of it, lifting him up onto his shoulders, but his arm gave way again! Tully slipped out the back door, going to toss Chono to the ropes, but Chono reversed it, going for the Yakuza Kick, but Tully caught his foot! He flipped Chono off, spinning him around and went for a clothesline, but Chono ducked it, both men coming off the ropes from opposite sides, Chono firing with the Yakuza Kick, nailing Tully right in the face! Chono covered, hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
Chono was barely able to hold his arm up in victory, but he got back to his feet after a grueling matchup with Tully Blanchard, getting the 1-2-3, but just barely. He was handed his US Title and fell out of the ring, landing on his feet, gingerly walking to the back. He was beginning to realize that being US Champion was only going to get harder and harder, but Chono held the US Title over his head triumphantly, screaming out that he was the man. Tully slid out of the ring, defeated, but having nothing to be ashamed of, as we moved back to ringside.
Venue - Arena Mexico
Tag Line - Hell Hath No Fury
Theme - Hell (Disturbed)
Dark Matches
Psicosis defs. Dragonkid
Tiger Mask IV def. Kazarian
Beth Phoenix def. Maryse
"Welcome to Arena Mexico, Welcome To the only show on Halloween Night, Welcome, To Halloween Havoc. Good evening everyone I'm Gorilla Monsoon first time we've ever done a pay per view here, my collegue tonight, Jessie The Body Ventura."
"Ariba I think is was they say, if it's not the margaritas it's the atmosphere, we jam packed this place to the rafters it's going to be a hot one tonight."
"Hot buzz topics tonight, the women will do battle, tag team champions in trouble, Hayabusa against Johnny Nitro and the big one tonight, Del Rio vs. Bret Hitman Hart, can he focus considering what happened last week on Nitro?"
"You know we're going to have a lot of people tonight trying to steal the show, Starrcade is only three months away and everyone wants that top spot as far as Bret Hart is concerned he may not have homefield advantage but after what Del Rio did he may as well be in Canada, can he focus, can he keep his mental falculties together? I don't know for sure but it should be a good one."
"In fact it should be a classic show for sure, lets take you down to ringside for our opening match."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Cruiserweight Championship!"
(Play Owen/Taka)
Owen Hart, though clearly not fully into the game, was still going to be a tough contender for Taka's title, as the referee rose the title over his head, signalling for the bell. Owen and Taka shook hands before the contest, nothing more than competition in this match as they locked up, Owen getting behind Taka in a waistlock, but Taka switched behind, shoving Owen to the ropes. Owen knocked him down with a shoulder block, hitting the ropes again. He leapt over Taka, Taka rising up and leapfrogging over him, catching him with a hip toss, but Owen reversed it, hip tossing Taka, but Taka landed on his feet, holding onto the arm.
Taka hit an arm wringer, kicking at Owen's chest before aiming for his head. Owen ducked underneath it, locking Taka in a hammerlock, but Taka hooked the head and leapt up, sending Owen down with a snapmare takedown. Owen rolled to his feet and got dropkicked out of the ring, through the ropes. Taka was in control at this point as Owen quickly slid back inside, getting caught with an arm drag, but nipped right up to his feet and caught Taka in a headlock takedown, but Taka was able to spin out and hop up to his feet, coming off the ropes, leaping for a dropkick, but Owen caught his feet and quickly went for the Sharpshooter! Taka scrambled out of this and backed up a quarter way up the ramp!
Damn, that was a close one, as Taka had to avoid that Sharpshooter at all costs, slowly approaching the ring and stepping up to the apron, coming back in. They locked up again, Owen pushing Taka to the corner, the referee ordering a clean break, but Owen sent Taka into the far corner, charging in, but Taka leapt up and behind Owen, rolling him up with a Japanese rolling clutch! 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out, firing Taka into the corner, who leapt off with a cross body off the top, turning in midair, but Owen rolled through with it. 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out, coming off the ropes again, Owen catching him with a belly to belly suplex, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka got a shoulder up again, Owen picking him up and locking in a side headlock.
Taka punched Owen a few times in the stomach, breaking the hold. He grabbed Owen and hooked him up for a suplex, but Owen went up and over, pushing Taka to the ropes, going to roll him up, but was pushed back as Taka held the ropes. Taka turned around to see Owen charging at him, but he lowbridged, Owen going flying to the outside. Taka ran from the far side and leapt over the top with a spaceman plancha, taking Owen down on the outside, leaping up the guardrail and screaming out with the fans. He tossed Owen back inside, covering. 1.... 2.... no, he got a shoulder up, as Taka picked him back up.
Owen woke up with a quick back body drop, sending Taka into the corner. He delivered a couple shoulder blocks, then sent Taka into the ropes, catching him with a dropkick, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out. Owen locked in a headlock on the canvas, keeping Taka down, as he tried to reestablish control. Taka fought to his knees, then back to his feet, firing a flying elbow into Owen's face, knocking him to the ropes. He ran at Owen, going for a cross body, but Owen ran forward, leaping and connecting with a spinning heel kick right in the mush. Owen got back to his feet, climbing up to the top rope, Taka was still down. He rose up, effortlessly flying through the air, nailing Taka with an elbow drop from the top, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka was able to kick out of it.
Taka got back up, Owen hammering down on his back, hitting a gutwrench suplex, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka was still fighting out of it as Owen hit a body slam, then rose back up to the top rope again. He leapt off with a splash, but Taka rolled out of the way, Owen rising to his knees. Taka delivered roundhouse kicks to the chest, before coming off the ropes and delivering a knee strike to Owen's face, covering right after. 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out. He got back up in the corner, Taka charging at him for a monkey flip, but Owen grabbed him and shoved him off, Taka splatting face first onto the mat. Owen ran forward with a clothesline, but Taka ducked it, nailing Owen with a jumping spin kick right in the mouth as he turned around.
Owen sprang back up to his feet, groggy, as Taka sent him to the far corner, this time nailing the monkey flip, but Owen was able to turn in mid air and land on his hands and knees, waiting for Taka to charge. Taka turned around and ran forward, Owen catching him coming in and dropped him with a northern lights suplex, bridging! 1.... 2.... no, Taka was able to get a shoulder up somehow. They got back to their feet, locking up again, as Taka snuck a knee to the midsection, then jumped up, delivering a fameasser, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Owen kicked out, rising up in the corner.
Taka ran forward, going for the Super K, but Owen ran forward and hooked him from behind, hitting a picture perfect german suplex! 1.... 2.... no, Taka kicked out as Owen quickly ran to the top rope, waiting for Taka to rise. He rose up, turning around, into a textbook missile dropkick right into the face, Owen covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Taka still kicked out of it, getting back to his feet in the corner. Owen ran forward and got a boot in the mouth as Taka rose up to the second rope, hooking his head and delivering a bulldog from the second rope, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Owen's foot hit the rope, great ring presence by the wily veteran.
Taka got to his feet, picking Owen up and hooking him up for a suplex, but Owen blocked it, lifting Taka up for one, but Taka landed on his feet and quickly jumped up, delivering a dropkick to the back, sending Owen forward. Owen came off the ropes, ducking a clothesline from Taka, turning him around, and hitting a frankensteiner! 1.... 2.... no, Taka barely was able to get out of that, as Owen clotheslined him down, resting in the corner a second. This match was going a mile a minute, as Owen was trying to regain his thoughts a second, but Taka nipped up to his feet, going for another monkey flip, but Owen caught him and placed him on the top rope, nailing him with an uppercut.
Owen climbed up with him, hooking him up for a superplex, lifting off and driving Taka down, floating right over for the count. 1.... 2.... no, Taka still kicked out of it, but the ball was in Owen's court. Owen waited for Taka to rise, going up to the top rope again, coming down with a splash, but Taka sat up, Owen nailing the canvas face and chest first. Taka quickly rose up, hitting an Oklahoma roll. 1.... 2.... no, Owen still kicked out, rising to his knees, getting nailed with a buzzsaw kick right in the side of the head! Taka covered, that had to be it. 1.... 2.... no, Owen got a shoulder up, and Taka couldn't believe it.
Taka rose up to his feet and looked down at Owen, trying to get back to his feet. Taka ran off the ropes, but Owen rose up to his feet, going for a clothesline, but Taka cruifixed around him, sliding down and going to roll him up, but Owen rolled through, quickly grabbing Taka's legs, stepping through, crossing them, applying the Sharpshooter, but he couldn't get it fully applied soon enough, as Taka grabbed the rope as soon as Owen turned him over. Man, that was a bullet that Taka just dodged, Owen breaking the hold. Taka rose up to his feet and was Irish whipped to the ropes, ducking a clothesline as they collided with double cross body blocks.
The referee began the count on both men as they started to get up at around five or six. They started trading right hands getting up, then Taka switched it to kicks all around the body, Owen just hammering away on Taka's head, pushing him off the ropes to the other side. Owen missed with a back elbow, Taka turning him around for the Michinoku Driver, but Owen went up and over, lifting Taka up for the sitout tombstone, now called the Hart Stopper! Taka wiggled out of it, grabbing Owen's legs and rolling him up for a victory roll! 1.... 2.... no, Taka couldn't hold Owen down, Owen getting right back up, taking the Flash Kick dead in the face, Taka falling on top! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA Cruiserweight Champion, Taka Michinoku!"
Wow, Taka Michinoku was just a hair faster than Owen Hart, and that made all the difference as he rose to his feet, exhausted, but still Cruiserweight Champion as he rose the title over his head, Owen getting back to his feet, shaking Taka's hand one more time before leaving the ring, when something appeared on the tron.
"Hahahaha, WOOOOO! Owen Hart, my man, you were just this close to scoring big... but that's always been your career, hasn't it, Owen? You've always come within reach of scoring, but you just can't get the job done. But me? I'm Ric Flair! I always get the job done! I always score big, and now that I've got your little niece, Natalya... hahahaha, THE NATURE BOY SCORES AGAIN! WOOOOOO!"
Ohhhh man, Owen Hart was incensed, running to the back, as cameras caught up backstage, Owen Hart ran down a couple referees, shoving them out of the way as he scoured the hallways, looking for Ric Flair. This was a different Owen Hart, for sure, as he had lost all composure.
"Ladies and Gentleman this contest scheduled for one fall is for the NWA Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, from the land of the rising sun, weighing in at 237 lbs, the Great."
Both Matt and Jeff jumped Muta from behind, kicking and punching at him, ramming him into the barricade and repeatidly hit him with their title belts. Fans wondered where Kane was but as the split screen showed Daniels had gotten a hold of him backstage as Matt and Jeff slammed Muta onto the stage.
Matt made a signal after ramming him into the set wall, lining him up as both of them would pull Muta up and double team powerbombed him right to the floor crashing through the set table. Both of them would start to grin, knowing they took Muta out of the picture.
But the stage would explode as they quickly moved to the ring, Kane starting to follow after them seeming to have dealt with Daniels, Matt charging in with a steel chair as Kane blocked it and cracked it over Matt's skull. Jeff looking under the ring and found a kendo stick, charging in but Kane would block, smashing it over the ringpost as Jeff ducked and rolled into the ring, Kane sliding after him as the bell rang.
Jeff started to stomp on him as Kane pushed him back, Jeff came in strong but Kane grabbed him by the throat, tossing him to the corner and swung. Jeff ducked and started to punch at his head, Kane pushing him back as Jeff rushed in, taking a boot ove the face. Kane grabbed him by the back of the hair, tossing him hard to the ropes and missed a clothesline, Jeff coming off the rope with a flying elbow smash, then a clothesline, then a dropkick but Kane wouldn't drop. He would hit the rope again, hitting three dropkicks and clotheslined Kane out of the ring.
He landed on his feet, reaching for his legs but took a double boot to the face, Jeff leaping over the rope with a cross body as Kane caught him, picking him up as Jeff slid out and pushed him right into the post. Kane would stagger as Jeff would hit at the knee, charging in as Kane got him over the throat, raising him up and choketossed him right into the stairs.
Jeff held his back, rolling into the ring as Kane went after him, holding him by the hair and flung him hard to the corner, watching him smack off and hoisted him up and slammed him down. Jeff rose up in pain taking one hell of a clothesline then another one, Kane pulling him up by the hair and flung him hard to the rope, grabbing him by the throat and rose him up with both hands, Matt chopblocking the knee from behind as Kane dropped, Jeff and Matt stomping on him, moving him to the corner as they hit poetry in motion then dropped him with a double team suplex.
Officially Matt tagged in, coming off the top rope with a guillotine legdrop over the throat, locking in a headlock, trying to keep Kane grounded. Slowly he rose to his feet, Matt leaping up and put the weight on him, even Kane eventually would drop to a knee without oxygen in his lungs. Matt would lay him down, coming off the rope with a bodysplash, tagging in Jeff whom came off the top with a swanton bomb, covering, one...No.
Kane literally pushed him off and out of the ring, sitting up as Matt caught him with a dropsault to the face, the ref pushing him back to the corner as Jeff came in with a steel chair, Kane ducking and backbody dropped Jeff to the floor, the chair actually landing on him. Kane would move to the floor, grabbing Jeff by the throat and slammed him against the post, actually starting to choke him.
Matt leapt upon Kane, starting to put him back into a sleeper as Kane whipped him off and punted him over the stairs, this gave Jeff a chance to get into the ring, coughing as Kane would re enter, climbing the top rope and waited, leaping like a missile but Jeff caught him with a dropkick, quickly running and striking at him to keep him grounded, coming off the rope and connected with a kick over the head, Kane laying over the apron.
Jeff hit the top rope, leaping with a legdrop over Kane's throat, knocking him to the floor. Jeff pulled Kane up and smashed him headfirst into the post, placing him against it as Matt removed his wrist tape and wrapped it around Kane's neck to keep him in place with the post while Jeff got a hold of a chair.
He would fold it with a grin, looking to blast Kane as he moved over holding it up but Kane kicked the chair right in his face, breaking out as he grabbed Matt, dragging him to the floor and slammed him into his brother, hitting them both with a double clotheslines, tossing Jeff into the ring and dropped him again with a big boot, picking him up and dropped him with snakeeyes catching him by the throat and chokeslammed him down.
He would whip his head back as he cut his finger with his throat, pulling Jeff up and went for the Tombstone when Matt hit him from behind. The ref went to push him back to his corner but Kane grabbed Matt whom broke away, quickly locking him up as Jeff caught him from behind, both of them hitting the Double Team Side Effect, covering....for two.
Jeff hit the mat, wanting to try it again, trying to set him up but Kane broke free, dropping them down once again, grabbing them both by the throat but they kicked him in the stomach, dropping him with a Double Team DDT, looking for the finish....but hadn't realized that Muta pulled from the wreckage and was pissed, grabbing a hold of a steel chair and made his way to the ring.
Matt turned around trying to stop him and took the damndest chair shot over the skull. Thank god he wasn't legal as Muta hit the ring, the ref quickly stopped him but Muta shoved him out of the way, swinging at Jeff whom ducked, Kane able to block and caught the chair, Jeff hitting Muta into Kane to cause the distraction, the ref pushing Muta to his corner as Daniels from behind stole the chair and blasted Kane over the skull, right into Jeff whom dropped him with the Twist of Hate, Daniels rolling to the outside and dragged Muta to the floor, starting to brawl with him as Jeff covered.....NO.
Kane kicked out and the place went crazy as Kane sat up, Jeff looking like he saw a ghost as he said the hell with it and came in, getting goosled and was chokeslammed to the mat while on the outside, Daniels was blinded with the green mist and Muta went crazy with a kendo stick on him.
Kane violently pulled Jeff up and went for the tombstone but he slid out, dropkicking the knee and came off the rope for a bulldog but Kane pushed him off, Jeff smacking into a rising Matt as Kane picked him up and dropped him with the Tombstone covering.....NO Matt was able to break the count up JUST in time but a pissed off Kane rose up, going after him choking him in the corner but a thumb to the eye saved Matt, hitting the buckle and came down with an elbow over the head, going for a bulldog but Kane caught him, dropping him with a sidewalk slam right upon Jeff, kicking him to the floor as Muta hit the apron.
Kane would then tag him in as he pulled Jeff up right between his thighs, raising him up for the Last Ride and rose him up high as Muta leapt off the top rope with a Shining Wizard hitting a Shining Last Ride, Jeff hitting with impact as Kane moved to the floor, grabbing Daniels and slammed him into the barricade as Muta would wait, Jeff just staggering to his feet not having a clue where he was as Muta connected with the Shining Wizard then the moonsault to boot, covering.....NO again Matt was able to break it up.
He would hit along Muta's back, dragging him up as he was blasted with the green mist, pushed to the corner as Muta hit the cartwheel back elbow then dropped him with a brain buster to follow, turning around as Jeff went to leave but Muta caught him by the foot, Jeff catching him right in the jaw with an ensiguri.
He struggled to his feet, moving to the top rope and leapt with an awkward Swanton Bomb, completely missing as Muta moved out of the way, dropping him with a bulldog then vicious kicks to his chest and head, finishing him with a spinkick across the side of the head that nearly kicked it off.
Matt rose up as the ref started to move him back to the corner as Muta hit the rope, taking a kendostick to the back of the head by Daniels, losing his footing as Jeff caught Muta right into the Twist of Hate, covering.....NO only for two as Muta kicked out.
Jeff went frantic as he moved to the outside, grabbing the tag team titles and said the hell with it, starting to leave with them as he bumped right into Kane in the aisleway. He shook his head no and started to strike him back to ringside, Jeff rolling into the ring as Kane went after him but he was hit from behind from the returning Sid Vicious whom blated him hard with a lead pipe.
Kane dropped as Sid started to wail and beat upon him, yelling at him that this was far from over and he was going to kill him as the ref took the title from Jeff, moving it back to the time keeper while Jeff blinded Muta in the eye with salt, he and Matt hitting the ring and dropped him with with the Side Effect, quickly rolling to the floor as Jeff nailed the Swanton Bomb, covering...NO.
Muta kicked out and Jeff rose up, tossing his shirt off and had just about lost it, the ref tossing Daniels and Sid out of the match, giving Jeff enough time to get the Title Belt, charging in but missed, Muta ducking and caught him with a pelekick, making a signal and dropkicked Matt off the apron, catching Jeff with a tornado DDT, going for the cover as Matt pulled Muta to the floor by the feet.
Muta would duck a punch and slammed him into the post, moving back inside as Kane sat up, rising to his feet as Jeff was able to counter out of a hold, dropping Muta with a stunner, quickly covering as Matt from the outside held Muta's feet down.....NO Kane pushed Matt away as Muta kicked out.
Jeff would curse, dragging him up as he was then blinded with the green mist, Muta hitting the rope and connected with the shining wizard clear over the face, Kane getting a hold of a steel chair, blasting Matt over the skull, Daniels and Sid made their way back to the ring as Kane would fight them off on his own, Muta leaping off with a moonsault, splashing down going for the cover but Serena from the crowd hit the ring.
The ref pushed her away from ringside but it gave Matt a chance to stagger in, Muta catching him with a DDT, Jeff catching him with a rolling clutch grabbing the rope.....for three.
"Here are your winners and Still NWA World Tag Team Champions, The Hardy Boys."
Immediately they fled the ring, bruised and battered but still champions, knowing it took the whole Regime to keep Kane and Muta at bay but once they locked eyes, they had the same idea, going after Matt and Jeff whom left through the crowd, Kane and Muta were hot on their heels, oh this wasn't over by a long shot.
"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles California weighing in at 230 lbs, Johnny Nitro. And his opponent, from Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, Hayabusa."
The bell sounded and the match was on, Nitro was without Melina which might be a blessing in disguise as they moved around the ring, locking up as Busa locked in a rear waistlock, Nitro countering out with a roll, locking up again as Nitro caught the rear waistlock, Busa kicking off the rope with a backflip, hitting the rope and missed the clothesline, Nitro swinging with a roundhouse as Busa rolled under.
Busa went for a leaping kick as Nitro went for a sweep, both of them missing each other as they locked up again, Nitro dropped with a tomoe throw but he hit the buckle and would springboard with a dropkick, Busa catching the legs as Nitro would spin, tossing Busa off as both men rose taking a stance, and a break.
They moved around the ring, jocking for position as Nitro pushed him to the corner, swinging but Busa ducked and rolled, hitting the rope and caught him with a spinning headscissor then a hiptoss, Nitro swinging with a punch as Busa ducked and caught him with a hurricanrana then a kick to the jaw, Nitro falling to the floor. He got a burst of speed and would sault over the ropes trying for a headscissor but Nitro held on and would powerbomb him against the steel post then rebounded off onto the floor.
Nitro would tossed him into the ring, leapfrogging off the rope and dropped him with a ddt, covering for two. He would pull him up, moving him to the corner and started to kick at him, tossing him hard to the other buckle, Busa leaping up and over behind NItro, catching him with a headlock takedown, Nitro scissoring out, Busa with leglace takedown as Nitro kicked him off, Busa came in with a dropkick knocking NItro to the apron, charging in but it was blocked with a knee to the face, Nitro latching onto this head and ran along the apron, leaping onto the buckle and dropped him with a sunset flip neckbreaker, covering again for two.
Nitro pulled him back up, trying for a suplex but Busa blocked, hitting to the ribs with his knees then dropped him with a toe hold into a side headlock. Slowly Nitro got to his feet, pushing him off as Busa came off the rope, ducking under the arm and would springboard with a moonsault, using the momentum to come off the rope again and catch him with a cross body block, leaping upon Nitro's shoulders and drove him with a victory roll toss then a hard kick to the chops sending him to the corner.
Busa rammed his shoulders into the ribs before climbing up, punching to his head before Nitro pushed him off to the apron then charged in for a clothesline. Busa would duck, running and leapt upon the buckle leaping with a cannonball capture neckbreaker, covering for two.
He rose to his feet, pulling him up and came down with a suplex then another suplex, trying for a flatliner but Nitro blocked with a knee to the ribs, tossing him to the ropes and caught him with a flapjack then a hard clothesline, hitting the rope and leapt with a moonsault, splashing down for two.
Nitro pulled him up, taking a chop to the chest, then another chop, Busa hitting him with a double chop before hitting the rope, Nitro chasing after him and caught him off guard with a baseball slide right to the ankles. Nitro was on the floor, pulling Busa to dangle over the apron, hitting the apron and came down with a double knee over the back of the head dropping him down. He slowly pulled him back up though Busa dropped him with a toss right into the stairs but Nitro leapt upon them then springboarded off, Busa catching him with a dropkick to the ribs.
He would toss him into the ring, hitting the top rope and leapt hitting a spinning wheel kick over the face, going for the cover but Nitro quickly scissored the legs around his head, pulling him in for a pin..only for two.
Both men got up and locked up, Nitro tossing him to the ropes, leapfrogging then caught him with a hiptoss though Busa countered that right into an armbar takedown toss, Nitro using the momentum off the rope and caught him with a shoulder block, going back in but was sweapt to the canvas, Busa doing a standing moonsault but Nitro got the knees up, rising up and dropped him with a spinning neck breaker, springboarding off the rope with a mach vader bomb, covering for two.
Nitro pulled him up, going for a german but Busa blocked it, getting behind him and quickly applied a leap up triangle choke, squeezing the life out of him. Nitro would kick trying to break out as his long legs were able to catch the rope. The hold broke as Busa dropkicked his back, watching him ram into the buckle then dropped him with a back dropsuplex, hitting the rope and missing the running knee over the head, Nitro catching him on the rebound with a tiltawhirl jaw jacker, stunning him then clotheslined him to the floor.
Nitro got a rush of speed, leaping off the rope with a corkscrew and crashed down upon him, rising up grabbed him from behind though Busa pushed him off to the post. Nitro actually doing a backflip off the post behind Busa catching him with flapjack rib first onto the apron, Nitro dropping him with a clothesline before tossing him into the ring, climbing the top rope and waited for him to rise, hitting a missile dropkick, covering for two.
He shook his head, picking him up for a running powerbomb but Busa countered with a hurricanrana, Nitro smacking hard into the corner as he was then caught with a japanesse rolling clutch for two. Again both men rose, Nitro swinging with a kick but it was caught and he was swept down, Busa holding onto that leg, dropping down a few elbows then locked in a kneeling leg lock, Nitro kicking him off then took a dropkick right to the knee, rolling out of the ring for safety, shaking the leg out.
Busa climbed the top rope and would leap with a cross body, splashing down upon Nitro, tossing him into the ring and hit a springboard sitout moonsault, splashing right on the back leg, Nitro rolling and yelled out in pain as Busa picked him up, dropping him with a knee breaker, stretching out the leg with a legvice, Nitro kicking him off with the free leg, hobbling to his feet and took one hell of a kick to the back of the knee, dropping down as Busa came off the rope with a knee over the face, quickly hitting the top rope and came down with a Phoenix Splash, covering..for two.
He looked at the ref then dragged Nitro up, moving him to the corner and set the knee against the rope, kicking at it then caught him with a climb up knee to the face, dropping him with a double underhook suplex, rising up and waited, leaping upon his shoulders, trying for a headscissor when he turned around though Nitro blocked, falling back and smashed his face right into the turnbuckle.
Nitro quickly hitting the rope and caught him with a Flying Chuck, using the bad knee and even cursed out, rolling his body over and covered....for two.
So close on that one as Nitro slowy rose up, rubbing his knee, moving Busa to the corner and went for a punch though he ducked, moving Nitro to the corner and hit to that knee, setting him up in the tree of woe position and stomped on his face, backing up and came in with a cross body, crushing him as Nitro hit the mat, Busa grabbing him from behind right into a full nelson slam, springboarding off the rope with a double knee to the ribs, rolling up and swung with a spinkick.
Nitro ducked and caught him with a pelekick, causing him to get loopy as he went for the Moonlight Drive but Busa pushed him off to the apron getting a ful head of steam and hit the top rope, leaping with a senton but Nitro caught him, leaping off the apron with him crashing through the announcers table.
Holy shit did that just happen, the ref going to check on both of them as Melina pushed him out of the way, praying that NItro was okay after that spot, the replay showing that three times from different angles as Nitro slowly started to make it to his feet, holding his back as he limped and made his way into the ring, Melina yelling at him to stay inside and rest as the ref started his count.
Busa was barely moving, struggling to make it to his feet as Melina counted with the ref, yelling at the fans to quiet down as he hit the count of seven......eight.....nine....Nitro then rolled to the floor, breaking the count as Melina yelled "What are you doing?" and tossed Busa into the ring, he wanted to win the right way, hitting the apron and leapt in hitting Starship Pain, crashing down and covered......for two.
Nitro ran his hands through his hair, Melina screaming at him to do it again as he moved over to the rope, making to climb but instead stopped, turning his head and would start to stomp his foot. Melina screaming at him to climb the rope as Nitro would continue to stomp, Busa starting to make his way to his feet on dream street.
The stomps got louder and faster, Busa turning around as Nitro came in then in midmotion did an inverted spinkick to the jaw completely faking him out going for the cover.....for two.
Nitro rose up frustrated as Melina pointed to the ropes, yelling at him to leap as he would try for Starship Pain but Busa got the knees up, Nitro rising up as Busa quickly grabbed him and came down hard with the Falcon Arrow, covering.........for two!
Whoa, the crowed actually exploded as Nitro kicked out and Hayabusa was in a bit of shock as that one, pulling Nitro up and hit over his head, tossing him to the rope but Nitro irish whipped, catching him with a belly to belly suplex, a stalling leg lariat then the Nitroblast but missed as Busa rolled under catching him with a stalling brainbuster, moving to the top rope, Melina hitting the apron but Busa just kicked her off.
He then leapt off with a senton as Nitro in mid air caught him right in the jaw with the Nitroblast, both men were down as Nitro held his knee, the pain shooting right up his leg as Melina pounded the mat, Nitro rolling and almost leapt, covering........for two.
Too much time was waisted as Melina barked out orders, Nitro slowly rising to his feet as Busa stagged up, using the ropes as Nitro came in but took a hard kick to the ribs, Busa quickly grabbing him by the hair and flung him to the buckle, Nitro smacking off as he was caught in a Rydeen Buster, Busa rising up and called for it, picking him up and dropped him with a Fisherman Buster, picking him up and dropped him with a second Fisherman Buster, dragging him up and dropped him with a sit out inverted suplex, pulling him up and moved him to the corner, ramming his knee into his face and started to kick at him.
Nitro fell to his rear as Busa would strike at him with his knees over and over again, moving back and charged in but Nitro moved out of the way, springing to life and caught him perfectly with a Nitroblast to the face, going for the cover but he had kicked him out of the ring, Nitro falling flat and cursed.
That would have been the end of it as he would roll out of the ring after him, Melina again screaming at him 'what are you doing' as he tossed Busa into the ring, hobbling as he climbed back into the ring, slowly looking to make his move as Busa made it to his feet, shaking his head as Nitro came in with a crucifix but Busa blocked, dropping him with a schwein, nearly breaking his neck as he moved to the ropes, leaping with a pictuer perfect moonsault, hitting the other corner and leapt with another moonsault, rising up and said that was it, pulling Nitro up and went for the Falcon Arrow, coming down but in mid movement Nitro countered right into the Moonlight Drive.
Perfectly executed as he would roll over............NO only two, Busa just BARELY kicking out. Melina yelling at him to put him away already as Nitro slowly made it to his feet, breathing hard in the corner not knowing what else to do knowing he had to try for it, looking over and came in with the Nitroblast but Busa had ducked, springboarding off the rope with a dropkick then a cutter, moving to the ropes again but Melina grabbed at his leg, Busa kicking at her giving her a warning as she climbed upon the apron and actually shoved him.
Busa would turn around as the ref got between them as Busa turned around, grabbing Nitro and tossed him right into her but Nitro hit the rope and leapt with a Flying Chuck, Busa ducking and kicked Nitro low, raising him up but Nitro countered with the senton, hitting the rope as Melina yelled at him, Nitro leaping with a moonsault and missed, Busa picking him up and dropped him with the FalconDriver, covering......for three.
Busa rolled out of the ring, rolling his shoulder a bit as Nitro hit the mat in frustration, Melina entering the ring and yelled at him that again he blew this one, Busa making his way to the back as Nitro completely ignored Melina's verbal abuse, heading to the back.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA Angel's Championship!"
(Play Lita/Serena)
Serena attacked Lita before she entered the ring, slamming her down onto her back, damaging her ribs even more. The referee pushed her back, Serena screaming at him all the while, as Lita struggled to her feet in the corner. The referee asked her if she wanted to go on with this match, and she nodded, the referee calling for the bell. Serena stalked her prey with a sick, sinister smile, as Lita grabbed her by the head and tossed her into the corner, hammering away on her face! Serena was getting blasted heavy, her head being jacked around like a ping pong ball, Lita just pouring on the offense. She fired Serena hard into the far corner, catching her coming out with a reverse elbow smash, knocking her down.
Serena got back to her feet, being tosse back to the ropes. Lita ducked her head, Serena going for a kick, but Lita caught her leg and started kicking at it, loosening up those hamstrings, before hitting a dragon screw leg whip, wrenching at the leg! Lita mounted her, hammering away on her head. Serena was able to get away, sliding out of the ring, as Lita ran at her, but the ref held her back, beginning his count, as Serena grabbed her title belt, and began to leave! Lita had none of this, sliding out of the ring and grabbing Serena by the shirt, throwing her back first into the stairs! She picked Serena up and grabbed her head, quickly nailing the Twist of Fate!
Serena rolled out of the ring from the impact, otherwise Lita would've ended this already! Lita knew she had to end this quickly, she couldn't take much damage, those ribs being too badly damaged. She grabbed Serena and tossed her back inside, picking her back up and going for a body slam, dropping her down hard on the mat, but Lita held her back. Serena slowly got to her feet in the corner as Lita charged in, but Serena was able to get a knee up right into the ribs! Lita dropped like a stone, holding her chest in pain, as Serena now had a target, dropping elbow upon elbow on the ribs, just battering her, as Lita was now in severe danger.
The referee slid right into Lita's face, asking if she wanted to give, but she refused to quit. Serena kicked her in the gut time and time again, rolling her around in the ring, Lita coughing and gasping as her ribs were killing her. Serena screamed down at her to give up, picking her up by the hair, smacking her face into the turnbuckle. She fired Lita hard into the far corner, her back smacking the turnbuckle, as Serena grabbed her from the center of the ring, blasting her into the first corner again, Lita coming out and falling to her knees, holding her back, almost crying, the pain was so intense. Serena just pushed her down by her face, covering arrogantly. 1.... 2.... no, Lita kicked out, but Serena was all smiles, locking in a surfboard stretch, posting Lita's back with her knee.
Lita shook her head, screaming out in pain, but refusing to give in, as Serena just targeted the back and the ribs, stretching her arms behind her, wrenching on the surfboard. Lita struggled to try and get out of this, catching the rope with her foot, the referee breaking the hold. Serena let go, pulling Lita up by the hair, locking in a bear hug, just wrenching hard on it, Lita was being torn apart. She needed to give up, but refused to give, Serena just wrenching and screaming like a wild woman, a wild fire in her eyes, she looked downright psychotic. Serena shoved Lita back into the corner, lifting her up to the second rope, headbutting her hard. Lita reeled back as Serena hooked her up for a superplex, but Lita fought back, punching and headbutting Serena.
Serena fell down, on her feet, but persevered, getting back on the rope and hooking Lita up for another superplex, but Lita again shoved her down, Serena running back at her, but took a stiff mule kick right into the jaw, stunning her hard. Lita hooked the head, drilling Serena's head down with a tornado DDT! Lita held her back in pain, crawling over to Serena, just getting an arm over her. 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out, but was being rocked, getting to her feet groggily. Lita slowly got back to her feet on her own power, Serena charging and missing with a clothesline, as Lita quickly hit a neckbreaker, covering again. 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out.
Lita HAD to cover after every move, this needed to end quickly, otherwise Lita wasn't going to have much of a career after the match. She picked Serena up and lifted her for a suplex, but her back wouldn't hold her, Serena landing right behind her in a dragon sleeper, lifting her up for a reverse suplex, driving Lita down ribs first on the canvas! Lita rolled around in pain, falling to the floor on the outside.
Serena got back to her feet and paraded around the ring, she'd gladly take the countout, as Lita was struggling to get to her feet, she wasn't gonna make the count, as the referee was up to five. Six, and Lita was pulling herself up to her feet. Seven, eight, Lita was just getting there. Nine, and Lita rolled into the ring, barely making it. Serena picked her up, setting her up for the Fall from Grace, but as she flipped Lita over, she landed on her feet, quickly hitting a second Twist of Fate, Serena rolling over, but Lita couldn't capitalize!
The fans were rallying behind Lita, Serena was knocked out! They cheered and screamed for Lita to just turn around, just get an arm, a finger over Serena! Lita turned around, just barely draping her arm over Serena, getting the cover! 1.... 2.... no, Serena kicked out, she had too much time to recover! Lita got back up to her feet, knowing that she had only one trick left up her sleeve, but she couldn't risk it. She couldn't take the risk, Serena was already stirring. Serena got back up to her feet, Lita going for another Twist of Fate, but Serena pushed her off into the corner, Lita's chest smacking the corner hard, Serena going for a german suplex, but Lita was able to hit a stunner, knocking Serena out!
Lita quickly rose to the top rope, going for the Litasault, but Serena rolled away, Lita's ribs crashing into the canvas! Lita cried out in pain, as Serena grabbed her up and delivered the Fall from Grace, but dropped Lita's chest across her knees, busting her up even more! Serena hooked the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA Angel's Champion, Serena!"
Serena rose up, snatching the Angel's Championship and rising it over her head... and bringing it down on Lita's back! Serena wasn't finished yet, as she locked on the Bite of the Dragon submission, trying to choke Lita out, as referees flew down to the ringside area, trying to pull Serena off, but she wasn't having any of that!
(Play out)
MsChif came flying out from the back, she was back and she was pissed off, sliding into the ring, Serena bolting from the ring, as MsChif screamed at her, that she was gonna get the bitch back for what she did to her, although still not medically cleared yet. MsChif went down to check on Lita, who was one of her inspirations, but Serena slid back into the ring, blasting MsChif over the back of the head with a steel chair! Serena just started hammering away on MsChif now, as she fended off several officials with the chair, alternating shots between Lita and MsChif! MsChif got back to her feet, turning around, and getting whacked in the face with the steel chair, knocking her right out!
Serena was the head bitch of the NWA, screaming out to the fans, climbing the rope with the dented chair as she turned around... seeing Lita starting to stir. Serena turned the chair around in her hands, readying to swing, she was going to take Lita's head off!
(Play out)
What in the hell happened to Katie Lea Burchill? Katie Lea, no... Winter came down to the ring slowly, as Serena bolted from the ring, grabbing the title belt and hopping the guard rail, clearly not wanting ANYTHING to do with Winter!
"Oh my god, Gorilla, what the hell happened to Katie Lea Burchill?"
"You talk about a changed woman, Jesse, that woman right there is looking for revenge, we all know that she was Serena's first victim!"
"I... I can't believe it, what's happened to her? She's undergone a complete transformation, and Serena is running scared!"
Serena looked back at the ring, backpedalling through the crowd as a look of sheer, unabashed terror was in her eyes, as Winter was back in the NWA. Winter didn't even move, but just stared holes right through Serena with cold, evil looking eyes, as referees tended to Lita and MsChif. MsChif clearly was in no condition to return, and doctors were tending to Lita, bringing both of them to the back, but the bigger story was that the original Queen of the NWA was back, and the Angel's Champion wanted nothing to do with her.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA United States Championship!"
(Play Tully/Chono)
Tully and Chono were about to square off, as Chono, in now ritualistic fashion, dropped the US title on the floor, drawing a line with it, as Tully stepped right over it, Chono shoving him back! Tully walked up to him again, and Chono shoved him back one more time, getting angrier and angrier, as the two men locked up, Tully quickly getting behind Chono in a waistlock. Chono switched behind and lifted Tully up, dropping him down with a wrestling lift, holding onto the waistlock. Tully tried to sit out, but Chono was able to turn this into a sitting hammerlock, bringing Tully down onto the canvas face first. Tully spun out and got his arm free, hitting his knees as Chono got back to his feet, smirking at Tully.
Tully got back to his feet, locking up again, synching in a side headlock, as Chono lifted him up for a back suplex, but Tully cranked the pressure up, Chono dropping him. He turned around and grabbed Tully in a top wristlock, bending Tully backwards. Tully bridged back, then fell onto his back and spun out, flipping up to his feet, hitting an arm wringer on Chono, who countered with an arm wringer of his own, going for a short arm clothesline, but Tully ducked it and quickly hit a school boy, or tried to, as Chono sat right down on the arm, then turned around into a short arm scissor, locking it in tight.
Tully flipped backwards, breaking the scissor and taking Chono down in a side headlock takedown, but Chono quickly slid out of it and applied a hammerlock before slapping the back of Tully's head! Tully got back to his feet, stunned, as Chono was actually outwrestling him, charging in, as Chono hit an arm drag on him, keeping him down with an armbar. Tully got back to his feet, pushing Chono to the ropes, hammering down on his chest with an elbow before sending Chono into the ropes. Tully dropped down as Chono ran over, Tully going for a leapfrog on the other pass, but Chono caught him and dropped him onto his back, going for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Tully kicked him right off, Chono bouncing off the ropes, going for a kick, but Tully caught his foot and tripped him from the ground, locking in a side leglock.
Chono struggled in this for a bit before kicking Tully in the face, breaking it and getting back to his feet. He charged in at Tully with a right hand, but Tully blocked it and quickly applied a full nelson, then grabbed Chono's right arm and dropped him down with a fujiwara armbar, locking it in tight. Chono pounded the mat as Tully was wrenching on the arm, knowing that Chono couldn't use his striking game if his arm was damaged. Chono rolled out of it, grabbing Tully's legs and slingshotting him into the turnbuckle. He got to his feet and went for a clothesline, but Tully rolled out of the corner, Chono turning around to see Tully in the center of the ring, waiting for him.
The crowd erupted as the match had been dead even in the early going, Chono and Tully circling each other before locking up again, Tully sneaking in a knee to the midsection, driving Chono to the corner. He hit knees to the stomach repeatedly, before taking Chono out with a snap mare, locking in a neck vice. Chono reached for the ropes with his legs, but couldn't quite reach them, as the referee asked him if he wanted to give. Chono refused to give in, trying to get to his feet, but Tully had this locked in. Chono reached up and raked at Tully's face, breaking the neck vice, getting back to his feet. He swung wildly, but Tully ducked it, locking in a sleeper hold, but Chono hit an elbow to the midsection, then delivered a spinning european uppercut, knocking Tully back upright, and in one swift motion, Chono kicked him in the midsection, then hooked him up for a suplex, but Tully went up and over, delivering a german suplex with a bridge! 1.... 2.... no, Chono kicked out of it.
Tully was a tough chain wrestler to match, as Chono got to his feet, receiving a chop to the chest. Chono answered back with a chop of his own, having much more success, as Tully held his chest in pain. Chono chopped him again, turning Tully around and dropping him with a neckbreaker, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Chono couldn't hold him down as he picked Tully up and launched him to the ropes, connecting with a spinning heel kick. Chono sat on the mat for a second before rising to his feet, waiting for Tully to get to his, taking him over the top with a clothesline, but Tully landed on the apron. Chono went for a right hand, but Tully caught his arm and guillotined it over the rope, Chono reeling back in pain as his arm was favoring him. Tully entered the ring to capitalize, hitting an arm wringer, but Chono pulled him right into a DDT, covering quickly. 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out again.
Chono picked Tully back up, who woke up with an inverted atomic drop, hitting a double leg takedown, then turning Chono over into a Boston crab, wrenching back on it hard, Chono struggling in the hold. Tully locked it in nice and tight, crossing the legs and posting Chono's back with his knee, turning it into a sitout cloverleaf, driving his knee into Chono's back. Chono struggled on, clawing inch by inch, getting the ropes and sliding to the outside to regroup, holding his back. Tully was the master of the ring at this point, as Chono walked up the steps at six, then stepped back down after breaking the referee's count, taking a little more time to gather his thoughts.
Tully slid out of the ring and turned Chono around... bad idea, as Chono was expecting this, kicking Tully right in the gut and driving his face into the post, before sending him back into the ring. Chono picked Tully up and hit a back suplex, grabbing Tully's legs while they were still in the air, crossing the legs and stepping through, going for a scorpion deathlock! Tully punched at Chono repeatedly, kicking him off as Chono bounced off the ropes and delivered a low clothesline, almost taking Tully's head off, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Tully squirmed out from the other side as Chono picked him up and brought him to the corner, kicking at his stomach until he dropped to a seated position.
Chono kept kicking at him, not letting up for a second until the referee pulled him off, Chono yelling out. He pushed the ref out of the way and delivered a running dropkick to Tully's face, dragging him out of the corner, covering. 1.... 2.... no, Tully got a foot on the rope, Chono didn't pull him far enough. He picked Tully back up and hooked him for a suplex, but Tully quickly hit a small package! 1.... 2.... no, Chono kicked out and went for a wild swing, but Tully ducked it and locked in a double hammerlock, turning it into a double hammerlock suplex, holding the arms down for the pin! 1.... 2.... no, Chono barely kicked out! Tully sat up, going to the second rope, waiting for Chono to rise, but went up to the top rope instead, leaping with a flying body press, nailing Chono, but Chono was able to roll through with the pin! 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out, Chono coming off the rope with a flashing elbow, but Tully caught the arm and locked in a cross arm breaker!
Chono pounded the mat in pain, kicking at the ropes, trying to get to them, but Tully, again, had the submission locked in nice and tight, wrenching even harder on the arm, as Chono was being outwrestled on the mat. Tully pulled back harder, Chono's arm being hyperextended, but Chono rolled backwards, actually trying to lift Tully off the ground while the hold was still applied! Chono lifted with all his might, but couldn't get Tully up. He struggled and strained, trying one more time, eventually lifting him onto his shoulders in an electric chair! He dropped Tully face first onto the top turnbuckle, then lifted him onto the corner.
Chono climbed up and hooked him up for a super back suplex, lifting off, driving the back of Tully's head into the canvas, as Chono rolled over for the cover. 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out of it somehow, as Chono got to his feet in the corner, not having the strength in his arm to pull himself up. Tully slowly got to his feet as Chono ran forward with the Yakuza Kick, but Tully ducked it, turning Chono around for the piledriver, but Chono hit a back body drop, countering out of it quickly. Chono ran forward with a shoulder block, taking Tully down, but held his arm in pain, as Tully quickly got back to his feet and zeroed in on the arm, hitting an armbreaker DDT, Chono screaming out in pain.
Tully had the advantage, going for another arm wringer, but Chono was able to punch his way out with his left hand, kicking Tully low in the gut, hooking the arms for the ChonoTrigger, but he couldn't hook him because of the pain in his arm! Tully slid out of it, locking in a hammerlock, going for another hammerlock suplex, but Chono fired a low blow right to Tully, both men falling onto the canvas as the referee admonished Chono before administering his count. Both men started to stir, Chono pulling himself onto the apron, and then to the top rope slowly, as Tully tried to get to his feet in the center of the ring, holding himself. Chono rose up, leaping with a flying shoulder block, taking Tully down, covering! 1.... 2.... no, Tully kicked out of it again as Chono was running out of options. Tully was countering everything he was throwing at him, and refused to stay down.
Chono picked Tully up, hooking him up for a vertical suplex, going to lift him, but his arm gave way again, Tully bounced off the ropes, going for a bulldog, but Chono fired him off into the corner, Tully leaving the ground and smacking the top turnbuckle, falling back onto the canvas, as Chono pulled him out and covered. 1.... 2.... no, Chono couldn't hold the leg with the bad arm, as Tully kicked out again, still having a lot of fight left in him. Chono was getting pissed, as he picked Tully up, Tully slapping him in the face! Ohhh, anyone who knew Chono knew that was a mistake, as Chono just started hammering away on Tully with right hands, but they had little effect, moreso, they had an effect on Chono, as his arm was damaged, and Tully knew it!
Tully leapt off the second rope with a dropkick right to the bad arm, then held up 4 fingers, before crossing his throat with his thumb, signalling the end! He lifted Chono up for the piledriver again, Chono fighting it. Tully hammered down on his back as he tried to lift him, but Chono would have none of it, lifting him up onto his shoulders, but his arm gave way again! Tully slipped out the back door, going to toss Chono to the ropes, but Chono reversed it, going for the Yakuza Kick, but Tully caught his foot! He flipped Chono off, spinning him around and went for a clothesline, but Chono ducked it, both men coming off the ropes from opposite sides, Chono firing with the Yakuza Kick, nailing Tully right in the face! Chono covered, hooking the leg! 1.... 2.... 3!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
Chono was barely able to hold his arm up in victory, but he got back to his feet after a grueling matchup with Tully Blanchard, getting the 1-2-3, but just barely. He was handed his US Title and fell out of the ring, landing on his feet, gingerly walking to the back. He was beginning to realize that being US Champion was only going to get harder and harder, but Chono held the US Title over his head triumphantly, screaming out that he was the man. Tully slid out of the ring, defeated, but having nothing to be ashamed of, as we moved back to ringside.