Post by DM on Feb 24, 2013 23:51:13 GMT
Clash Of The Champions - Steel Asylum SuperFight
Dark Match Results -
Joey Mercury def. Sin Cara
Beth Phoenix def. Manami Toyota
[Play Promo]
"Welcome to the town that will hold Starrcade V, welcome to Dallas Texas, welcome to Clash of The Champions, 15 thousand strong here and we're ready for a battle indeed, tonight we have three big matches title implications on the line, it's going to be a big one."
"Hey don't forget to introduce the man of the hour, I just got breaking news not ten minutes ago that apparently there was a small mini fight backstage between Taka Michonoku and Billy Kidman and that could spill out here tonight."
"Well we'll have to see about that, Angel's Title on the line No DQ, The United States Champion goes up against the Perfect Strategy and hanging above us the 1st Ever Steel Asylum for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship."
"These two women are going to maim each other, Serena everyone calls the Hardcore Princess these days but Winter was here first and set the bar before she got here. Masahiro Chono has a target on him tonight and Mr. Perfect has a strategy in mind. Now as far as the World Champion, I'm giving him the edge in this one but I wouldn't be surprised if Del Rio has a plan of his own."
"Well lets not waste anymore time and take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall will be for the NWA Women's Championship and will contest under the rules of No Disqualifications. Introducing first, from the edge of her own sanity, Serena. And her opponent, from Chelsea England, she is the reigning NWA Women's Champion, Winter."
The title belt was surrendered and the ref rang the bell and took a step back, Serena charging in but was rammed into the buckle then dropped with a hiptoss, slammed down once, twice, three times then dropped with a clothesline, another clothesline, avoiding a punch and would nail her with an atomic drop then a clothesline to the outside.
Winter didn't waste time as he moved to the floor, taking a shot to the ribs and tossed hard into the barricade, rushing in but was tripped and smashed face first into the guardrail. Serena pulled herself up as Winter kicked her in the ribs then tossed her into the ring, climbing upon the apron though Serena caught her with a rope guillotine, Winter still holding on until Serena latched her neck inbetween the middle and top rope.
She struggled to break free as Serena got a hold of a steel chair and cracked it hard over her spine. She would do it one more time and entered the ring, threatening the ref and cracked the chair over the back of her skull. The ref pulled her out of the ropes, Serena dragging her inside and drilled her with a piledriver. She wasn't fooling around tonight as she climbed up the top rope, positioning herself and leapt off with a bodysplash only for two.
Forcefully by the hair she dragged her up, slamming her against the corner and stomped to her ribs, mounting her from the middle rope and would start to punch at her head, being stopped at six as Winter rose her up and dropped her face first against the head of the post, Serena falling to the floor.
The ref went to check on her as Winter rolled to the floor, Serena wasn't busted open yet but that didn't stop Winter from smashing her head into the steps and grating it like a cheese to a grater. She tossed her into the ring and placed her in a sleeper hold, Serena fighting out of it with hard elbows and took to the ropes, coming off the end but Winter was gone. Serena stopped looking around the ring and Winter had disappeared, the camera not catching where she went as Serena looked around.
On the other end of the ring, Winter pulled from under the ring, sliding in behind her, tapping her on the shoulder and caught her across the face with a slap. Serena came in with a fist and missed getting an inverted atomic drop then a suplex to the mat, followed up with a stiff dropkick to the buckle. Winter came in but took a hard elbow to the jaw, Serena coming off the middle rope with a tornado ddt and spiked it down, rolling out of the ring and searched underneath, finding a toolbox. She would dump the tools on the floor and entered with the wooden box, waiting and broke it over Winter's skull.
Wooden pieces flew everywhere as Serena would cover only for two. She grabbed her by the hair, turning her on her belly and woudl rub her face over the mat, placing her in a camel clutch. Winter slowly pushed herself up, Serena wrapping her legs around her to add more weight, Winter just falling back to break the hold.
She rolled to her feet, rubbing her head and dumped Serena over the rope to the apron, she caught Winter by the hair trying to pull her over but it was blocked, Winter grabbing her by the face and dug her nails right into her. She pushed Serena to the floor now baring claw marks on her face, Winter catching her with a baseball slide right into the barricade.
Winter took to the floor but Serena blasted her with a headbutt then tossed her right into the steel stairs. Winter lay against them as Serena caught her with a dropsault right in the face, kicking the top portion of the stairs along with Winter's head. Serena would move to the protective padding, pulling it off and dragged Winter over, looking for a piledriver but Winter countered with a backbody drop.
Both girls rose up slugging it out, Winter winning with a kick to the ribs and tossed her into the ring, sliding inside as Serena caught her with a running knee to the face followed up with a spinning neckbreaker, grabbing her legs and would lock in a spinning leglock to keep her grounded. After a moment she would jerk her to the center of the ring by her leg, Winter kicking her off and ducked the clothesline, catching her with a hard kick to the ribs then dropping her with a ladies powerbomb keeping the pressure on only for two.
Winter grabbed at her arm, wrenching upon it but Serena turned it around, turning it into a hammerlock craddle slam, applying the hold trying to choke her with the arm, Winter having to kick her way to the rope to break free. The ref broke the hold apart as Serena dragged her to the floor, unlatching the steel barricade and placed Winter's head within it. She then violently pulled it back and slammed it shut...and thankfully missed as Winter pulled out of the way just in time.
Serena would kick at her ribs, watching her crawl as she moved under the ring pulling out a leadpipe, daring her to her feet and swung, hitting the steel post. Winter caught her from behind with a backsuplex right upon the steel stairs. Winter was the first one up, moving to the time keeper and took his chair, grinning as she would place the open end over Serena's neck, the legs sticking out as she rammed her right into the post, the chair jamming into her.
Immediately she removed the chair and held her throat, coughing out and tried to run away, Winter grabbing her by the shirt and dragged her back, tossing her into the ring as Serena backed off, coughing and held her hand out but took the heel of her boot to the face. Winter grinned at the crowd almost relishing it and dragged Serena up, moving her to the corner and set her on top, going for a superplex but Serena punched to her ribs and knocked her off with a headbutt. Serena then reached into her boot and put something in her fist, coming down with a double axe over her head.
She rolled to her feet, keeping her fist concealed and blasted Winter over the face with a punch, Winter stumbling through the ropes to the floor, Serena shaking her head as the roll of quarters she held in her hand had busted broken.
Serena moved to the floor, Winter was out cold as she dragged her up by the hair, dragging her to the expoded concrete and dropped her with a sit out powerbomb. You'd think that would be enough, still coughing from earlier as she found her leadpipe, banging it some on the apron as she took to the top rope, waiting for the right moment, Winter rising up and stumbled along the barricade to hold herself up, Serena then leaping with the pipe in hand but Winter smashed her with the bell hammer right in the ribs.
She caught her second wind as Serena held her ribs, coughing now even spitting up blood from the shot, Winter pulling her up by the arms and tossed her into the ring, going to climb in but saw the leadpipe, hearing the crowd and went to the floor, retrieving it. Slowly she would enter the ring, Serena crawling on her hands and knees as Winter stepped on her hand to stop her. She looked up seeing that evil grin from the champion as she came down with the pipe, but Serena blocked, slowly using her stength and rose to her feet, hitting her with a knee to the ribs, jerking the pipe out of her hand and swung, missing and was caught with a kick to the jaw right to the corner.
She moved after her taking a kick to the knee, Serena then dropped her with a toehold into the middle buckle, getting her pipe and smashed it over her head. You'd think that be enough as she would place it over her throat, pressing down hard. Winter kicked violently as obviously she was being strangled, Serena didn't care as the ref tried to break them up.
After a moment Serena let go, watching her cough and choke, wiping the blood from her mouth and would beat over her back with the pipe, sitting on her back and would start to choke her with the pipe once again, Winter having to reach back and gouge at her eye with her nails.
Slowly they rose but Serena struck first, hitting to her back and tossed her to the ropes, missing the clothesline as Winter caught her with a flying clothesline, rising up and blasted her with a big boot to he face, quickly tossing her to the ropes but Serena irish whipped, Winter latching on with her arms and booted her hard in the face then finished her with a cross body, rolling to her feet.
She caught her with a kick to the ribs, underhooking the arms but Serena quickly tackled her to the corner, breaking free and would punch over and over again to her face, setting her on top and came down with a super rope guillotine over her ribs, Winter snapping back and fell to the floor due to the impact.
Serena knew she had it in the bag now, rolling out to the floor and pulled Winter up, casually stroking her cheek almost affectionately then rammed her right into the steel post, tossing her into the ring, moving behind her and went for the Bite Of The Dragon Submission but Winter refused to let her apply it, fighting out and tossed her to the rope, catching her with a blackhole backbreaker.
Both women rose up, Serena striking first with a kick to the ropes then a bodyslam, moving to the top rope but Winter was quicker on the draw, kicking the rope forcing her to crotch it. Winter then rolled to the apron, climbing up behind Serena and latched on, the fans rising on their feet wondering what the hell she was doing as Winter pulled Serena down with a super backdrop right through the announce table on the outside.
You had to be kidding as the replays showed that from ten different angles the ref making sure they weren't dead as the fans ate that up, it took almost two minutes before either of them moved, Serena crawling from the wreckage as Winter stumbled to her feet, rolling into the ring as Serena sat upon the apron beaten up, Winter reaching over to pull her in but Serena dropped her with a stunner, slowly moving into the ring gingerly then dropped to her knees. She was in a lot of pain as she and Winter would exchange right hands, catching her with a knee to the ribs then a brainbuster.
She slowly crawled to the corner, pulling herself up and leapt with a cross body and missed. Both women racked with pain got to their feet, Winter kicking her in the knee and locked the arms, Serena catching her with a backbody drop, holding her neck and back as she came off the rope with a forearm to the face. Instead of going for the follow up she rolled to the floor, stumbling a bit and got possession of the title belt, rolling back into the ring. winding her shot up and charged taking a boot right to the face.
The belt fell on the canvas as Winter underhooked the arms and dropped her with the Absolute Zero DDT right upon the title belt, turning her on her back with the pin, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, Winter."
It was easy to see both women put each other through hell all within reason on network televison, broken tables, broken wood and probably broken faces as Winter proved she was the dominate female in the NWA. The ref helped her to her feet as she got a hold of her title, raising it up with a grin, looking down to a knocked out Serena as another official came down to check on her. Winter would celebrate after rolling to the floor, limping her way due the damage on her back up the ramp, watching as officials helped Serena to her feet whom was barely responding, Winter grinning with a lick of her lips and exited through the curtain.
"Winter, congradulations on defending your title, you must be feeling agony after that war you two put each other through."
"The self proclaimed Queen of Pro Wrestling's reign is officially over. Since day one I have been the alpha female and until the end of days I will remain the alpha female. Ladies, angels, whatever you call yourselves, I'm back and it's going to be hell taking this away from me, just like Serena's chances, all of yours are Absolute...Zero."
"Thank you for that Winter, again hell of an opening match to start off tonight, right now lets take you back to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall and will have a 15 minute time limit and will be for the NWA United States Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from Minn. Minnesota, weighing in at 234 lbs, Mr. Perfect. And his opponent, from Japan, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the reigning NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono."
The belt was surrendered as Chono would stretch out, Perfect working the ropes as the ref explained them the rules then called for the bell. Both of them would lock up, Chono having the superior strength and tossed him once, twice, then caught him with a drop toe hold, going for the headlock but Perfect avoided it, catching him with a dropkick then a hiptoss.
He moved quick and would dropkick the knee from under him, grabbing the leg and quickly snapped it over, pulling him and his legs to the steel post and slammed the knee over the post once, twice, three times. Chono pulled away, rubbing his knee as Perfect dropped him with a knee breaker then a spinning knee drop, then another one, and another, waiting for Chono to rise before taking him down with a leglace takedown with a float over leg whip.
Chono rolled to the floor, shaking his leg out as Perfect hit him from behind, slamming his knees right into the stairs before tossing him back into the ring, climbing the top rope and came off with a cross body for two.
With a grin he pulled Chono up, dropping him again with a knee breaker and placed his leg over the rope, coming down with an elbow, then another, leaping for a squat but Chono kicked him out of the ring with the other foot. Perfect smacked with a thud, sliding back into the ring and pushed Chono to the corner, punching to him.
Bad idea as Chono would start to punch back, blasting him with a haymaker. Perfect fell and rose, taking another punch and fell. He rose a third time taking another punch spinning over the rope to the outside in typical Perfect fashion. He rose up holding his jaw as Chono met him on the floor, tossing him into the ring as Perfect came off the rope and did a baseball slide right into the knee, Chono landing hard on the apron and falling to the floor.
He would hold his knee, trying to stretch it out as Perfect caught him from behind and dropped him knee first over the stairs. Perfect tossed him back into the ring and slammed him down, going right back to that leg and started to lock in a side leg lock. Chono would sit up, shaking his head no until Perfect let go.
He pushed him to the corner, kicking to his ribs then hit over his back, tossing him hard to the other buckle and came in, taking a boot to his face and fell flat on his back, Chono climbing the middle rope and waited, blasting him with a shoulder block.
He caught him with a bodyslam, a short arm clothesline forcing Perfect to spin in air then a gorilla press. Perfect slid behind him locking a sleeper, Chono flipping him over but Perfect grabbed his bad leg and dragged him down and quickly locked in an STF. Chono audibly cursed in Japanese, needing a moment before breaking out, rising to his feet as Perfect blasted him with a knee lift followed by a neckbreaker.
He grabbed his legs, turning him around and slammed the knee hard into the canvas, Chono again retreating to the floor. Perfect went after him, clubbing to his back and tossed him to the barricade but Chono flung him with authority, Perfect hitting back first and stumbled right into a clothesline, Perfect doing a flip and landed hard upon the floor.
Chono tossed him into the ring, gingerly climbing in as Perfect came in with a kick but Chono caught the boot, spinning him around and caught him with an inverted atomic drop then a right hand, another one and a third, tossing him to the ropes and tossed him with a backbody drop, ducking a punch and slammed him with a spinning back suplex, Perfect getting a boot to the face and stumbled to the corner.
Chono followed up with knees to the ribs then a vicious hiptoss out of the corner, Perfect rolling to the apron but he was pulled up by the hair. He countered with a rope guillotine and moved to the top rope, leaping but Chono caught him, shaking his head and dropped him with a samoan drop. He rose up, shaking his leg and pulled Perfect by the hair and literally flung him across the ring, Perfect rising up and was dropped with a flying shoulder lariat, Chono yelling out and rose him up for a suplex and then fell forward dropping him on his face.
Perfect slid to the floor, holding his face a bit as Chono went after him, grabbing him by the singlet and tossed him into the ring, rolling inside as Perfect rushed after him, Chono dropping down, catching him on the rebound with a kick to the ribs, picking him up for a powerbomb but his knee gave out, Perfect landing on him and quickly covered...for two.
He didn't waste time as he clipped the back of Chono's knee, quickly locking in a half boston crab, Chono forced to crawl and get a hold of the rope, exactly what Perfect wanted as he grabbed the leg and jerked him off, quickly locking a half jackknife pin for two.
He pulled Chono up going for a piledriver but he was dumped over, stumbling a bit and caught him with a back elbow, charging in and ducked the clothesline, catching Perfect with another shoulder lariat, rising up but held at that knee, Perfect kicking the back of it hard then rammed him into the buckle, placing the knee over the rope and would kick at it, Chono pushing him back, stumbling out of the corner, catching Perfect with another back elbow and went for the Yakuza Kick but fell flat, holding his knee as Perfect grinned, now knowing his TrumpCard was gone, pulling him to the center of the ring and went for a figure four.
Chono would kick him off, hobbling to his feet as Perfect did a front clip right to the knee, Chono holding it once again as Perfect would then lock in a figure four, wrenching and torquing on it as Chono shook his head, trying to fight out of it. Perfect kept him in the center of the ring, Chono sitting up almost with a war cry and would turn, reversing it. Perfect shook his head, forcing himself to roll as both of them got to the rope breaking the hold.
Both men staggered to their feet, Perfect catching him with a kick, Chono with a chop, then another chop, going for a punch but Perfect caught the arm trying to bring him down but Chono still had a powergame, tossing him hard to the buckle. Perfect quickly slid under the ropes avoiding Chono's advance, moving behind him and caught him with a german suplex only for two.
He didn't waist time, going right back to him but Chono broke away and dropped him with a bodyslam, stumbling back to the ropes and dumped Perfect over with a backbody drop. He held onto the rope, catching Chono from behind with a sleeper, scissoring the legs around the waist using the ropes as leverage, only holding it for four seconds having to let go but the damage was done, re entering the ring and would drop him with a neck whip, waiting for him to rise and kicked him in the ribs, going for the Perfectplex but Chono picked him up and tossed him across the ring.
Perfect rose not expecting that as Chono clotheslined the hell out of him out of the ring, Perfect stumbling into the lap of Monsoon on that one. Chono rolled after him, hitting along his back and tossed him into the ring, yelling out for him to rise up and blasted him in the face with a bicycle kick, pulling him up by the hair but Perfect dropped him with a jaw jacker, tossing him to the rope and irish whipped him back, ducking the clothesline however as Chono came off the rope, catching him with a running knee to the ribs, locking the arms and slammed him down with the ChonoTrigger, immediately going for the pin but Perfect scissored the legs over his head pulling him in only for two.
Close on that one as Perfect came off the rope with another knee lift, following up with a bodyslam but missed the elbow, Chono blasting him with a headbutt then violently tossed him against the buckle, snapping Perfect back with a big time suplex. He rose up shaking that leg out but Perfect tackled him to the corner but was pushed off. He charged again and was pushed off, going at him a third time and was blasted in the face with a boot, Chono charging in with the YakuzaKick but missed, Perfect quickly turning him around for the Perfectplex but Chono again fought out, dropping him with a droptoe hold and quickly went for the STS.
Perfect sliding out of it, locking in another sleeper as Chono rammed him into the corner. Stumbling out as Perfect went for a bulldog but was tossed off, sliding along the canvas as Chono tackled him to the buckle, hitting hard right hands to his head as the ref pulled him away. Perfect taking that chance once Chono moved the ref out of the way and tripped him, Chono landing face first into the buckle as he was then dropped down with the Perfectplex, the ref countering, 1-2-3NO!
We almost had a new champion as Chono, very close to the ropes was able to get his free leg on it as Perfect would stomp on him, pulling him up but Chono grabbed his legs, tripping him down and tossed him with a slingshot, Perfect's head smacking right into the steel post as he was blasted with the YakuzaKick, covering...1-2-3NO!
Whoa....Mr. Perfect kicked out and Chono was a bit surprised on that one, rising up slowly as Perfect held his head, Chono dropping him with a sidewalk slam dropping a few elbows before picking him up, going for the ChonoTrigger once again but Perfect dumped him over, picking his spot and caught him with a dropkick but Chono caught the legs, turning him over and quickly applied the STS.
Perfect had no where to go as Chono would pull and pull on him, having both arms locked in nice and tight, Perfect trying to kick free but Chono refused to let him move an inch, wrenching back even more as Perfect's back was being bent at an angle. He yelled at him pulling even harder as Perfect shook his head the best he could no, the ref asking him if he wanted to give up checking the legs each time. Perfect started to fight back trying to get out of the hold as Chono would pull back even more, Perfect bent back at a very dangerous angle, the ref ready to call for the bell checking on Perfect one final time then called for it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner by Knock Out...and Still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono."
What a battle what was, you could almost say Chono survived this bout as the ref handed him his title, Chono limping and rolling out of the ring as Perfect was being tended to whom was knocked out cold from the hold. Chono would place the title over his shoulder, limping badly up the ramp but still remained champion.
"Ladies and Gentlemen my special guest with us tonight, General Manager of Monday Nitro, Eric Bishoff with a huge announcement."
"Thank you Kevin, in responce to what happened on Monday Nitro last week I being the enacting General Manager have fined Ric Flair $100,000 for intent to pursue criminal actions towards one CM Punk. We are a wrestling organization and while I'm in charge there will be order and decorum. Now as for the status of one Phillip Brooks aka CM Punk he is resting at home in Chicago and as medical reports came in earlier this morning his larynx is Not broken, however he will not be medically cleared to wrestle for the next few weeks. As this pertains to the next Clash Of The Champions coming in just a few weeks time which will be hosted in the lovely city of Chicago the first match booked on the card will be, the Starrcade IV Rematch that did NOT happen on Monday Nitro, Ric Flair vs. CM Punk and this time it'll be a Chicago Street Fight."
"Wow Mr. Bishoff that is earth shaking news right there we deffinately look forward to that, right now lets take you back to ringside."
"A Chicago Street Fight Jess? We're not even done with this show and already the next Clash Of The Champions is looking good as we hit Chicago for as it's now being affectionately called Clash Of The Champions Welcome To Chicago."
"CM Punk, Ric Flair, this rivalry will reach it's boiling point at the one year anniversary of where it all started, I have no idea what these two men are going to do to each other but I can tell you it's going to be ugly."
"And with that sound it's time for the Steel Asylum Cage Match, Jess I got a good look at this thing earlier and it scares me."
"I hate to bring up other promotions but I thought Hell In A Cell was bad, I thought The Glass Cage was Brutal, I thought it was nuts that we made a Prison Cell but this thing is barbaric. Ten foot ascend followed by a ten foot angled climb, this thing is make the current 20 Foot Cage Match look like Child's Play."
"Folks we would like to add that this is for the NWA World Title, the two year rivalry of John Morisson and Alberto Del Rio comes to an end here tonight, win lose or draw this is it, no rematches, no start overs, Jess, hold onto your seats because this is going to get brutal very quickly."
"Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening and it will contest inside the first ever steel asylum. The rules are simple, the first contestant to climb fully out of the cage from the top will be declared the winner. Will you all please welcome Alberto Del Rio's personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodriquez."
[Play Out]
The cage had lowered down, black in color and in the shape of a dome, besides the door, the only way out was the hole at the very top some twenty feet up, Morrison looking along it seeming to already know how to get out as Del Rio seemed almost intimidated as the ref on the outside closed and locked the door, the title belt surrendered and the bout was on.
Del Rio quickly started to climb as Morrison went after him but was knocked off by a back elbow, going after him again and was kicked back, Del Rio making some progress until Morrison used the rope to leap up on his back and jerked him down.
With a hard crash they would land, Morrison catching him with a knee to the face then a bodyslam, coming off the rope with a dropkick then a scoop slam, ducking the punch and dropped Del Rio with a backsuplex. Morrison was careful here, catching an attempted kick and blasted him with an inverted mule kick then met Del Rio in the corner, kicking him with hard right roundhouses.
On the tenth strike he tossed him to the other buckle, watching him smack off and dropped him with a bulldog, taking his time and caught him with a running knee to the face. Morrison would slowly start to scale the cage, being careful here as Del Rio rose with a stagger, reaching up and got a hold of his foot, Morrison kicking him off and leapt off catching him with a spinning headscissor.
He smacked into the cage, holding his head as Morrison then caught him with a kick to the back of the skull, dropping him to his knees then dropsaulted the back of him down to the canvas before locking in a side armbar. He would wrench and pull on the arm until Del Rio got to his feet, pulling Morrison in for a short arm clothesline and missed, Morrison floating over and dropped him with a DDT, moving to the top rope and leapt with a missile dropkick.
Del Rio stumbled hard to the buckle as Morrison tossed him with a monkey flip then a cross body on top of it, pulling Del Rio up whom nailed him with a low blow then hooked the tights and rammed him head first into the steel.
Morrison held his head as Del Rio rose up, starting to stomp away at him and dragged him up by the hair, ramming the back of his head into the cage that refused to give any give, smacking him three times back of the head first into the steel before slamming him with a suplex. He slapped his chest and would lock him in a front face lock, ramming his knees into the back of his head. He dragged him up into a powerbomb position and rammed his spine into the steel, running to the other side and did it again before dropping him with a sit out powerbomb.
Morrison would roll holding his back, Del Rio quickly applying a kneeling armbar, pressing the knee right into the spine while jerking the arm back the best he could, Morrison struggling in this one. Heenan on the outside told him to keep it applied, can't climb without arms, Del Rio ramming his knee right into the shoulder before dragging him up and dropped him with a double knee arm breaker.
He kicked hard to his ribs and placed his throat over the rope, standing on his shoulders and pressed him down, strangling him then kicked off of him starting to climb the cage, already half way up. Del Rio moved like a schooled prioner up the cage until he got to the top, trying to figure out how to climb up the arch. He took a bit too much time as Morrison had climbed up after him, grabbing him by the waist and started to pull him down.
He would jerk at him until Del Rio would kick at him, knocking Morrison down from the cage but he lost his balance and fell, crotching the rope. The expression on his face said it all as he was in agony but Morrison made it worse coming off the rope with a flying chuck , knocking him to the apron. Bobby moved to his champion, yelling at him to get up as Del Rio used the cage to rise up, Morrison catching him with a cross body as they crashed into the steel, Morrison rolling off and pulled Del Rio in, tossing him to the rope and snapped him with a samoan drop.
Morrison waisted no time, moving to the cage and started to climb it, getting a good ways up, stopping for a moment to shake his arm out as Heenan yelled at Del Rio to move it, guiding him where he was and started to climb up after him, getting a hold of his leg as Morrison started to kick at him. Del Rio would give him one hard pull as Morrison started to climb down, trying to fight him off with hammer blows to the back, Del Rio grabbing him by the waist and came down ten feet up with a back suplex.
Both of them crashed hard upon the canvas, Morrison rolling a bit trying to ignore the pain as Heenan slid something through the bars to Del Rio, the ref moving over warning him but it wasn't as if there were DQ's in the match. Del Rio pulling himself up as he had a hold of a kendostick, swinging it around as he cracked it along Morrison's back, forcing him to roll over then hit him hard along the ribs, the back, the ribs, the legs, the knees, then broke it over his head knocking him down.
He would toss the shards away, pulling him up and would toss him headfirst into the cage then followed up with a side suplex, grabbing the legs and would slingshot him again into the cage, finishing him off with a piledriver. He looked down at him, coming off the rope with an elbow, another elbow, a third elbow then stomped at his face with a grin. Del Rio wanted to have fun with him, moving to the buckle and would untie it, getting it nice and exposed as he pulled Morrison up and tossed him hard, Morrison bouncing off of it then was dropped with a backbody drop, kicked with a spinal tap then locked in a sleeper.
Morrison struggled to stay awake, fighting to his feet and tossed Del Rio off, leap frogging and laid flat with his legs out, catching him with a capture leg toss, rising up and blasted him with a spinning leg lariat, going after him but Del Rio dropkicked the knee out from him then bashed him face first into the exposed buckle. If you could win by pinfall Del Rio would have had it as he would mount him, starting to punch at him with closed fists, Morrison was busted open after that one and there was nothing stopping Del Rio from just slugging it out with him, kneeling by him and would drag the elbow over his face.
He pulled off almost spitting at him, dragging him up by the hair and rammed him to the buckle, punching hard to his head until Morrison pushed him off, swinging at him but Del Rio caught him from behind with a german suplex, Morrison smacking hard into the steel and dangled some over the rope. Del Rio would turn him around, dragging him through the rope so he dangled and dropped him with a rope assisted neckbreaker, pulling him to the center of the ring, turning him over and locked in an STF.
Blood would spill from his head onto Del Rio's arm as he struggled to stay awake, Del Rio cranking and turning up the pressure on him, releasing after a moment and would slam his head hard into the canvas with a stomp to the back of the head. He rose with his hands raised hearing the crowd, grinning then pulled Morrison up by the back of the head, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a tiltawhirl piledriver, moving over towards the cage and would start to climb.
The fans would stomp their feet trying to wake Morrison up as he would stir slowly, not knowing where he was as Del Rio would make his ascent to the half way point, starting to figure out now how to climb up the arch, going rather slowly as Morrison moved to the ropes, starting to pull himself up rather slowly on spaghetti legs. Del Rio stumbled a bit, gravity was doing it's job as he moved slowly towards the exit, Morrison starting to climb up after him but he was a long way to go. Del Rio reached the exit, starting to pull himself out of the cage but slipped, dangling a bit as he would swing a bit trying to latch his foot on one of the bars, Morrison looking over and would leap from the cage, grabbing onto his leg.
Del Rio shook his head, trying to kick him off and not fall but Morrison would climb up his leg using his knee pad and latched onto his waist, climbing up to his shoulders and would hit at his back. Del Rio swinging and latched his leg into the cage to prevent from falling, Morrison reaching up and got a hold, starting to climb towards the exit now, Del Rio taking a chance and grabbed at his waist, having the superior weight as both men fell twenty feet with a splash upon the canvas.
Heenan yelled out for Del Rio to get up as he was holding his knee, having landed hard upon it trying to put pressure on it. Bobby yelling he had to get in there and check on his champion but the ref pushed him back. Del Rio cursed out in spanish as he pulled himself up, hobbling on the leg stretching it out, moving over to Morrison whom blasted him with a pelekick to the buckle.
Morrison moved gingerly to him with hard kicks to ribs, tossing him to the other buckle but Del Rio Irish whipped and took his head off with a short arm clothesline. He shook his arm and pulled Morrison up, grabbing him by the tights and hair and literally flung him back first into the steel. He stomped upon his head and dragged him back to the ring and rammed him back first into the steel then tossed him hard to the rope, Morrison leaping upon the cage and did a leap of face blasting him with a dropkick.
Del Rio stumbled back against the steel, Morrison coming in but took a kick to the ribs then a hard shot to the back as Del Rio slammed him again into the steel, finishing him off with a release german suplex. He wiped the blood from his palm, looking up at the exit but didn't take his chance yet, going back to Morrison and said he was going to punish him for soiling his World Title, dragging him up and slapped him over the face, Morrison fight back with a punch.
Del Rio kicked to his ribs then worked on his back, tossing him with a hiptoss hard into the steel and had him dangle over the middle rope, climbing the top rope and came down with a legdrop over the back of the neck. With a slap to his chest he struck with vicious kicks to his back then to his ribs, forcing him to his feet and held him by the hair, screaming at him and pushed him to the rope, catching him with a gorilla press and tossed him hard head first into the steel. Heenan told him to start climbing as Del Rio still wasn't done, dragging Morrison up and set him on the top rope, hitting over his bloody head then locked his arm and came down with a super cross arm breaker.
Heenan would laugh saying smart, break his arm he couldn't climb with a broken arm as Del Rio would twist and torque on it, Morrison kicking out in agony trying to fight out of it, just from the way he landed it looked painful as Morrison tried to fight out of it. Del Rio would pull hard as an audible pop was heard, the arm had to have been pulled out of the socket as Del Rio would let go, Morrison clutching his arm moving to the corner.
He would spit at him screaming that he was the World Champion and pulled him up, Morrison trying for a punch but Del Rio dropped him with a double knee arm breaker again, an audible 'fuck' was heard from Morrison as Del Rio pulled him up again, pulling him up and slammed him with a shoulder breaker..then another one...and another one, Heenan screaming at him to start climbing but Del Rio wasn't done.
With another jerk of the arm he pulled him to his feet, wrenching on it and dropped him to his knees, kicking hard to the shoulder and armpit area, quickly applying a hammerlock then rose him up with a hammerlock toss, Morrison landing right on that bad shoulder, Del Rio finishing him off with an ensiguri knocking him out telling Bobby to get out the champange as he would start to climb up the cage.
He would stumble a bit but made good time to the arch of the cage, starting to make his way slowly towards the exit placing his foot in the rung to keep his balance and reached, grabbing a hold of the outer rim and started to pull but his foot was stuck. He would shake his leg a bit trying to get out having to climb down and get his leg free, Morrison on his feet and climbed up very gingerly, still miles away from Del Rio whom got his foot free, starting to make his ascend once again, Morrison having to really kick it into overdrive the best he could with one arm.
Del Rio was pulling himself up, his torso on the outside as he had to pull his upper half up and over, getting one foot up pulling the other up as Morrison grabbed the foot, the only foot he could and started to pull at him, Del Rio trying to fight out of his grip, pulling and pulling as Del Rio started to decend down.
He reached for his head, kicking at Morrison a few times and swung with his foot but missed, kicking the cage as Morrison dangling from one hand caught him with a kick to the head, Del Rio going glossy eyed and let go of the cage, falling down to the canvas. Morrison held on the best he could but his arm gave away, almost getting a taste of the exit as he made sure to fall with a bodysplash upon Del Rio.
Morrison carefully pulled himself up, looking up at the top of the cage and knew he had to get out of here, holding his shoulder starting to move to the cage and climb again but he didn't get far, Del Rio kicked to his ribs and hit at his back, jerking him down but Morrison fought back, kicking him off then leapt with a cross body, Del Rio catching him and rammed him back first into the steel then tossed him with a fallaway slam. He went after him as Morrison pulled himself up and blasted him hard with the Nitroblast.
Del Rio was out until Starrcade V as Morrison would grit his teeth, starting to make his ascend to the cage and started to climb, doing the best he could with one hurt arm. Heenan said the hell with this and started to climb up the other side, trying to line up with him, reaching into the cage to grab him by the hair. Morrison would kick him in the ribs through the cage and sent him down to the floor, getting his footing and started to climb again and now Ricardo was climbing up trying to stop him, actually moving a bit faster than Morrison and got to the arch, kicking down at him to prevent him from reaching the top.
Del Rio on the otherside was starting to climb as Morrison tried moving along the cage to avoid Ricardo's foot. Ricardo then climbed down and moved along the cage, giving Morrison a hard kick to the ribs forcing him to drop down several rungs, Morrison catching himself with the rope and jumped up having to retrace his steps, Ricardo moving carefully along the top of the cage as Del Rio was starting to make it towards the exit. Ricardo reaching in, extending his palm to try and pull him up.
Del Rio reached over and grabbed his arm, having to be careful as Ricardo started to pull at him as Morrison would climb up behind Del Rio, grabbing him in a rear waistlock and started to jerk at him. Del Rio used a free hand and tried using his elbow to knock him down as Morrison latched his legs within the cage and would pull down with all his might, Del Rio losing his grip and was spider german suplexed from the top down hard upon the canvas. Morrison dangling by his legs in the rung would sit up and latched onto the cage, climbing towards the exit and peeked his head out, Ricardo having paniced during the move that he got his leg stuck in the top rung, Morrison pulling his upper torso out and blasted Ricardo with a haymaker knocking him out cold as he would swing his hips and pulled his lower half out of the cage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA World Heavyweight Champion, John Morrison."
It wasn't a pretty match and it wasn't going to be but Morrison was able to pull it off in the end dispite Bobby and Ricardo trying to interfere. Highlights of the match would show every small and high spot, both men nearly killing each other in this bout as Morrison rose up carefully, raising the title belt up as he climbed down touching down upon the floor. He rose the belt up and gingerly made his way up the ramp with a grin as Del Rio was still flat upon his back in the ring, Ricardo eventually climbing down as the cage would raise up.
Morrison stood upon the stage with a grin upon his face knowing that this rivalry, this two year war between he and Del Rio was officially over and he could officialy start his championship reign, Heenan in the ring trying to revive Del Rio, calling out for paramedics as the show would fade to..
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Oh no it wasn't over yet as the Man They call Sting slowly appeared on the ramp. He was looking to pick the bones of Del Rio just like he did at the Great American Bash, slowly making his way towards the ring as Ricardo stood in his way, getting hit back for his efforts. Sting then made it upon the apron as Heenan would plea with him to leave Del Rio alone, Sting grabbing him by the hair and tossed him out of the ring, now it was just the two of them.
Del Rio holding his neck and back, slowly rising up and turned around right into the cold eyes of the one they called Sting. He held out his hand in mercy then charged in, Sting smashing him into the buckle and dropped him with a backbody drop, from his right jacket sleeve came his black ball bat, Silent Justice as he would point it at Del Rio.
He would move over to him with a hard hit to his ribs then grabbed him by the back of the head, hearing the crowd and dropped him with the Scorpion Deathdrop. Del Rio lay flat in the middle of the ring as Sting just looked down at him and slowly left the ring, making his purpose and intent clear that revenge was a dish best served cold and he was coming for Del Rio as he made his way back up the ramp, turning his head to look at the damage he caused then coldly looked back, heading through the curtain as Clash Of The Champions would Fade...To Black.
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"Welcome to the town that will hold Starrcade V, welcome to Dallas Texas, welcome to Clash of The Champions, 15 thousand strong here and we're ready for a battle indeed, tonight we have three big matches title implications on the line, it's going to be a big one."
"Hey don't forget to introduce the man of the hour, I just got breaking news not ten minutes ago that apparently there was a small mini fight backstage between Taka Michonoku and Billy Kidman and that could spill out here tonight."
"Well we'll have to see about that, Angel's Title on the line No DQ, The United States Champion goes up against the Perfect Strategy and hanging above us the 1st Ever Steel Asylum for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship."
"These two women are going to maim each other, Serena everyone calls the Hardcore Princess these days but Winter was here first and set the bar before she got here. Masahiro Chono has a target on him tonight and Mr. Perfect has a strategy in mind. Now as far as the World Champion, I'm giving him the edge in this one but I wouldn't be surprised if Del Rio has a plan of his own."
"Well lets not waste anymore time and take you down to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall will be for the NWA Women's Championship and will contest under the rules of No Disqualifications. Introducing first, from the edge of her own sanity, Serena. And her opponent, from Chelsea England, she is the reigning NWA Women's Champion, Winter."
The title belt was surrendered and the ref rang the bell and took a step back, Serena charging in but was rammed into the buckle then dropped with a hiptoss, slammed down once, twice, three times then dropped with a clothesline, another clothesline, avoiding a punch and would nail her with an atomic drop then a clothesline to the outside.
Winter didn't waste time as he moved to the floor, taking a shot to the ribs and tossed hard into the barricade, rushing in but was tripped and smashed face first into the guardrail. Serena pulled herself up as Winter kicked her in the ribs then tossed her into the ring, climbing upon the apron though Serena caught her with a rope guillotine, Winter still holding on until Serena latched her neck inbetween the middle and top rope.
She struggled to break free as Serena got a hold of a steel chair and cracked it hard over her spine. She would do it one more time and entered the ring, threatening the ref and cracked the chair over the back of her skull. The ref pulled her out of the ropes, Serena dragging her inside and drilled her with a piledriver. She wasn't fooling around tonight as she climbed up the top rope, positioning herself and leapt off with a bodysplash only for two.
Forcefully by the hair she dragged her up, slamming her against the corner and stomped to her ribs, mounting her from the middle rope and would start to punch at her head, being stopped at six as Winter rose her up and dropped her face first against the head of the post, Serena falling to the floor.
The ref went to check on her as Winter rolled to the floor, Serena wasn't busted open yet but that didn't stop Winter from smashing her head into the steps and grating it like a cheese to a grater. She tossed her into the ring and placed her in a sleeper hold, Serena fighting out of it with hard elbows and took to the ropes, coming off the end but Winter was gone. Serena stopped looking around the ring and Winter had disappeared, the camera not catching where she went as Serena looked around.
On the other end of the ring, Winter pulled from under the ring, sliding in behind her, tapping her on the shoulder and caught her across the face with a slap. Serena came in with a fist and missed getting an inverted atomic drop then a suplex to the mat, followed up with a stiff dropkick to the buckle. Winter came in but took a hard elbow to the jaw, Serena coming off the middle rope with a tornado ddt and spiked it down, rolling out of the ring and searched underneath, finding a toolbox. She would dump the tools on the floor and entered with the wooden box, waiting and broke it over Winter's skull.
Wooden pieces flew everywhere as Serena would cover only for two. She grabbed her by the hair, turning her on her belly and woudl rub her face over the mat, placing her in a camel clutch. Winter slowly pushed herself up, Serena wrapping her legs around her to add more weight, Winter just falling back to break the hold.
She rolled to her feet, rubbing her head and dumped Serena over the rope to the apron, she caught Winter by the hair trying to pull her over but it was blocked, Winter grabbing her by the face and dug her nails right into her. She pushed Serena to the floor now baring claw marks on her face, Winter catching her with a baseball slide right into the barricade.
Winter took to the floor but Serena blasted her with a headbutt then tossed her right into the steel stairs. Winter lay against them as Serena caught her with a dropsault right in the face, kicking the top portion of the stairs along with Winter's head. Serena would move to the protective padding, pulling it off and dragged Winter over, looking for a piledriver but Winter countered with a backbody drop.
Both girls rose up slugging it out, Winter winning with a kick to the ribs and tossed her into the ring, sliding inside as Serena caught her with a running knee to the face followed up with a spinning neckbreaker, grabbing her legs and would lock in a spinning leglock to keep her grounded. After a moment she would jerk her to the center of the ring by her leg, Winter kicking her off and ducked the clothesline, catching her with a hard kick to the ribs then dropping her with a ladies powerbomb keeping the pressure on only for two.
Winter grabbed at her arm, wrenching upon it but Serena turned it around, turning it into a hammerlock craddle slam, applying the hold trying to choke her with the arm, Winter having to kick her way to the rope to break free. The ref broke the hold apart as Serena dragged her to the floor, unlatching the steel barricade and placed Winter's head within it. She then violently pulled it back and slammed it shut...and thankfully missed as Winter pulled out of the way just in time.
Serena would kick at her ribs, watching her crawl as she moved under the ring pulling out a leadpipe, daring her to her feet and swung, hitting the steel post. Winter caught her from behind with a backsuplex right upon the steel stairs. Winter was the first one up, moving to the time keeper and took his chair, grinning as she would place the open end over Serena's neck, the legs sticking out as she rammed her right into the post, the chair jamming into her.
Immediately she removed the chair and held her throat, coughing out and tried to run away, Winter grabbing her by the shirt and dragged her back, tossing her into the ring as Serena backed off, coughing and held her hand out but took the heel of her boot to the face. Winter grinned at the crowd almost relishing it and dragged Serena up, moving her to the corner and set her on top, going for a superplex but Serena punched to her ribs and knocked her off with a headbutt. Serena then reached into her boot and put something in her fist, coming down with a double axe over her head.
She rolled to her feet, keeping her fist concealed and blasted Winter over the face with a punch, Winter stumbling through the ropes to the floor, Serena shaking her head as the roll of quarters she held in her hand had busted broken.
Serena moved to the floor, Winter was out cold as she dragged her up by the hair, dragging her to the expoded concrete and dropped her with a sit out powerbomb. You'd think that would be enough, still coughing from earlier as she found her leadpipe, banging it some on the apron as she took to the top rope, waiting for the right moment, Winter rising up and stumbled along the barricade to hold herself up, Serena then leaping with the pipe in hand but Winter smashed her with the bell hammer right in the ribs.
She caught her second wind as Serena held her ribs, coughing now even spitting up blood from the shot, Winter pulling her up by the arms and tossed her into the ring, going to climb in but saw the leadpipe, hearing the crowd and went to the floor, retrieving it. Slowly she would enter the ring, Serena crawling on her hands and knees as Winter stepped on her hand to stop her. She looked up seeing that evil grin from the champion as she came down with the pipe, but Serena blocked, slowly using her stength and rose to her feet, hitting her with a knee to the ribs, jerking the pipe out of her hand and swung, missing and was caught with a kick to the jaw right to the corner.
She moved after her taking a kick to the knee, Serena then dropped her with a toehold into the middle buckle, getting her pipe and smashed it over her head. You'd think that be enough as she would place it over her throat, pressing down hard. Winter kicked violently as obviously she was being strangled, Serena didn't care as the ref tried to break them up.
After a moment Serena let go, watching her cough and choke, wiping the blood from her mouth and would beat over her back with the pipe, sitting on her back and would start to choke her with the pipe once again, Winter having to reach back and gouge at her eye with her nails.
Slowly they rose but Serena struck first, hitting to her back and tossed her to the ropes, missing the clothesline as Winter caught her with a flying clothesline, rising up and blasted her with a big boot to he face, quickly tossing her to the ropes but Serena irish whipped, Winter latching on with her arms and booted her hard in the face then finished her with a cross body, rolling to her feet.
She caught her with a kick to the ribs, underhooking the arms but Serena quickly tackled her to the corner, breaking free and would punch over and over again to her face, setting her on top and came down with a super rope guillotine over her ribs, Winter snapping back and fell to the floor due to the impact.
Serena knew she had it in the bag now, rolling out to the floor and pulled Winter up, casually stroking her cheek almost affectionately then rammed her right into the steel post, tossing her into the ring, moving behind her and went for the Bite Of The Dragon Submission but Winter refused to let her apply it, fighting out and tossed her to the rope, catching her with a blackhole backbreaker.
Both women rose up, Serena striking first with a kick to the ropes then a bodyslam, moving to the top rope but Winter was quicker on the draw, kicking the rope forcing her to crotch it. Winter then rolled to the apron, climbing up behind Serena and latched on, the fans rising on their feet wondering what the hell she was doing as Winter pulled Serena down with a super backdrop right through the announce table on the outside.
You had to be kidding as the replays showed that from ten different angles the ref making sure they weren't dead as the fans ate that up, it took almost two minutes before either of them moved, Serena crawling from the wreckage as Winter stumbled to her feet, rolling into the ring as Serena sat upon the apron beaten up, Winter reaching over to pull her in but Serena dropped her with a stunner, slowly moving into the ring gingerly then dropped to her knees. She was in a lot of pain as she and Winter would exchange right hands, catching her with a knee to the ribs then a brainbuster.
She slowly crawled to the corner, pulling herself up and leapt with a cross body and missed. Both women racked with pain got to their feet, Winter kicking her in the knee and locked the arms, Serena catching her with a backbody drop, holding her neck and back as she came off the rope with a forearm to the face. Instead of going for the follow up she rolled to the floor, stumbling a bit and got possession of the title belt, rolling back into the ring. winding her shot up and charged taking a boot right to the face.
The belt fell on the canvas as Winter underhooked the arms and dropped her with the Absolute Zero DDT right upon the title belt, turning her on her back with the pin, 1-2-3.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA Women's Champion, Winter."
It was easy to see both women put each other through hell all within reason on network televison, broken tables, broken wood and probably broken faces as Winter proved she was the dominate female in the NWA. The ref helped her to her feet as she got a hold of her title, raising it up with a grin, looking down to a knocked out Serena as another official came down to check on her. Winter would celebrate after rolling to the floor, limping her way due the damage on her back up the ramp, watching as officials helped Serena to her feet whom was barely responding, Winter grinning with a lick of her lips and exited through the curtain.
"Winter, congradulations on defending your title, you must be feeling agony after that war you two put each other through."
"The self proclaimed Queen of Pro Wrestling's reign is officially over. Since day one I have been the alpha female and until the end of days I will remain the alpha female. Ladies, angels, whatever you call yourselves, I'm back and it's going to be hell taking this away from me, just like Serena's chances, all of yours are Absolute...Zero."
"Thank you for that Winter, again hell of an opening match to start off tonight, right now lets take you back to ringside."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall and will have a 15 minute time limit and will be for the NWA United States Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from Minn. Minnesota, weighing in at 234 lbs, Mr. Perfect. And his opponent, from Japan, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the reigning NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono."
The belt was surrendered as Chono would stretch out, Perfect working the ropes as the ref explained them the rules then called for the bell. Both of them would lock up, Chono having the superior strength and tossed him once, twice, then caught him with a drop toe hold, going for the headlock but Perfect avoided it, catching him with a dropkick then a hiptoss.
He moved quick and would dropkick the knee from under him, grabbing the leg and quickly snapped it over, pulling him and his legs to the steel post and slammed the knee over the post once, twice, three times. Chono pulled away, rubbing his knee as Perfect dropped him with a knee breaker then a spinning knee drop, then another one, and another, waiting for Chono to rise before taking him down with a leglace takedown with a float over leg whip.
Chono rolled to the floor, shaking his leg out as Perfect hit him from behind, slamming his knees right into the stairs before tossing him back into the ring, climbing the top rope and came off with a cross body for two.
With a grin he pulled Chono up, dropping him again with a knee breaker and placed his leg over the rope, coming down with an elbow, then another, leaping for a squat but Chono kicked him out of the ring with the other foot. Perfect smacked with a thud, sliding back into the ring and pushed Chono to the corner, punching to him.
Bad idea as Chono would start to punch back, blasting him with a haymaker. Perfect fell and rose, taking another punch and fell. He rose a third time taking another punch spinning over the rope to the outside in typical Perfect fashion. He rose up holding his jaw as Chono met him on the floor, tossing him into the ring as Perfect came off the rope and did a baseball slide right into the knee, Chono landing hard on the apron and falling to the floor.
He would hold his knee, trying to stretch it out as Perfect caught him from behind and dropped him knee first over the stairs. Perfect tossed him back into the ring and slammed him down, going right back to that leg and started to lock in a side leg lock. Chono would sit up, shaking his head no until Perfect let go.
He pushed him to the corner, kicking to his ribs then hit over his back, tossing him hard to the other buckle and came in, taking a boot to his face and fell flat on his back, Chono climbing the middle rope and waited, blasting him with a shoulder block.
He caught him with a bodyslam, a short arm clothesline forcing Perfect to spin in air then a gorilla press. Perfect slid behind him locking a sleeper, Chono flipping him over but Perfect grabbed his bad leg and dragged him down and quickly locked in an STF. Chono audibly cursed in Japanese, needing a moment before breaking out, rising to his feet as Perfect blasted him with a knee lift followed by a neckbreaker.
He grabbed his legs, turning him around and slammed the knee hard into the canvas, Chono again retreating to the floor. Perfect went after him, clubbing to his back and tossed him to the barricade but Chono flung him with authority, Perfect hitting back first and stumbled right into a clothesline, Perfect doing a flip and landed hard upon the floor.
Chono tossed him into the ring, gingerly climbing in as Perfect came in with a kick but Chono caught the boot, spinning him around and caught him with an inverted atomic drop then a right hand, another one and a third, tossing him to the ropes and tossed him with a backbody drop, ducking a punch and slammed him with a spinning back suplex, Perfect getting a boot to the face and stumbled to the corner.
Chono followed up with knees to the ribs then a vicious hiptoss out of the corner, Perfect rolling to the apron but he was pulled up by the hair. He countered with a rope guillotine and moved to the top rope, leaping but Chono caught him, shaking his head and dropped him with a samoan drop. He rose up, shaking his leg and pulled Perfect by the hair and literally flung him across the ring, Perfect rising up and was dropped with a flying shoulder lariat, Chono yelling out and rose him up for a suplex and then fell forward dropping him on his face.
Perfect slid to the floor, holding his face a bit as Chono went after him, grabbing him by the singlet and tossed him into the ring, rolling inside as Perfect rushed after him, Chono dropping down, catching him on the rebound with a kick to the ribs, picking him up for a powerbomb but his knee gave out, Perfect landing on him and quickly covered...for two.
He didn't waste time as he clipped the back of Chono's knee, quickly locking in a half boston crab, Chono forced to crawl and get a hold of the rope, exactly what Perfect wanted as he grabbed the leg and jerked him off, quickly locking a half jackknife pin for two.
He pulled Chono up going for a piledriver but he was dumped over, stumbling a bit and caught him with a back elbow, charging in and ducked the clothesline, catching Perfect with another shoulder lariat, rising up but held at that knee, Perfect kicking the back of it hard then rammed him into the buckle, placing the knee over the rope and would kick at it, Chono pushing him back, stumbling out of the corner, catching Perfect with another back elbow and went for the Yakuza Kick but fell flat, holding his knee as Perfect grinned, now knowing his TrumpCard was gone, pulling him to the center of the ring and went for a figure four.
Chono would kick him off, hobbling to his feet as Perfect did a front clip right to the knee, Chono holding it once again as Perfect would then lock in a figure four, wrenching and torquing on it as Chono shook his head, trying to fight out of it. Perfect kept him in the center of the ring, Chono sitting up almost with a war cry and would turn, reversing it. Perfect shook his head, forcing himself to roll as both of them got to the rope breaking the hold.
Both men staggered to their feet, Perfect catching him with a kick, Chono with a chop, then another chop, going for a punch but Perfect caught the arm trying to bring him down but Chono still had a powergame, tossing him hard to the buckle. Perfect quickly slid under the ropes avoiding Chono's advance, moving behind him and caught him with a german suplex only for two.
He didn't waist time, going right back to him but Chono broke away and dropped him with a bodyslam, stumbling back to the ropes and dumped Perfect over with a backbody drop. He held onto the rope, catching Chono from behind with a sleeper, scissoring the legs around the waist using the ropes as leverage, only holding it for four seconds having to let go but the damage was done, re entering the ring and would drop him with a neck whip, waiting for him to rise and kicked him in the ribs, going for the Perfectplex but Chono picked him up and tossed him across the ring.
Perfect rose not expecting that as Chono clotheslined the hell out of him out of the ring, Perfect stumbling into the lap of Monsoon on that one. Chono rolled after him, hitting along his back and tossed him into the ring, yelling out for him to rise up and blasted him in the face with a bicycle kick, pulling him up by the hair but Perfect dropped him with a jaw jacker, tossing him to the rope and irish whipped him back, ducking the clothesline however as Chono came off the rope, catching him with a running knee to the ribs, locking the arms and slammed him down with the ChonoTrigger, immediately going for the pin but Perfect scissored the legs over his head pulling him in only for two.
Close on that one as Perfect came off the rope with another knee lift, following up with a bodyslam but missed the elbow, Chono blasting him with a headbutt then violently tossed him against the buckle, snapping Perfect back with a big time suplex. He rose up shaking that leg out but Perfect tackled him to the corner but was pushed off. He charged again and was pushed off, going at him a third time and was blasted in the face with a boot, Chono charging in with the YakuzaKick but missed, Perfect quickly turning him around for the Perfectplex but Chono again fought out, dropping him with a droptoe hold and quickly went for the STS.
Perfect sliding out of it, locking in another sleeper as Chono rammed him into the corner. Stumbling out as Perfect went for a bulldog but was tossed off, sliding along the canvas as Chono tackled him to the buckle, hitting hard right hands to his head as the ref pulled him away. Perfect taking that chance once Chono moved the ref out of the way and tripped him, Chono landing face first into the buckle as he was then dropped down with the Perfectplex, the ref countering, 1-2-3NO!
We almost had a new champion as Chono, very close to the ropes was able to get his free leg on it as Perfect would stomp on him, pulling him up but Chono grabbed his legs, tripping him down and tossed him with a slingshot, Perfect's head smacking right into the steel post as he was blasted with the YakuzaKick, covering...1-2-3NO!
Whoa....Mr. Perfect kicked out and Chono was a bit surprised on that one, rising up slowly as Perfect held his head, Chono dropping him with a sidewalk slam dropping a few elbows before picking him up, going for the ChonoTrigger once again but Perfect dumped him over, picking his spot and caught him with a dropkick but Chono caught the legs, turning him over and quickly applied the STS.
Perfect had no where to go as Chono would pull and pull on him, having both arms locked in nice and tight, Perfect trying to kick free but Chono refused to let him move an inch, wrenching back even more as Perfect's back was being bent at an angle. He yelled at him pulling even harder as Perfect shook his head the best he could no, the ref asking him if he wanted to give up checking the legs each time. Perfect started to fight back trying to get out of the hold as Chono would pull back even more, Perfect bent back at a very dangerous angle, the ref ready to call for the bell checking on Perfect one final time then called for it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner by Knock Out...and Still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono."
What a battle what was, you could almost say Chono survived this bout as the ref handed him his title, Chono limping and rolling out of the ring as Perfect was being tended to whom was knocked out cold from the hold. Chono would place the title over his shoulder, limping badly up the ramp but still remained champion.
"Ladies and Gentlemen my special guest with us tonight, General Manager of Monday Nitro, Eric Bishoff with a huge announcement."
"Thank you Kevin, in responce to what happened on Monday Nitro last week I being the enacting General Manager have fined Ric Flair $100,000 for intent to pursue criminal actions towards one CM Punk. We are a wrestling organization and while I'm in charge there will be order and decorum. Now as for the status of one Phillip Brooks aka CM Punk he is resting at home in Chicago and as medical reports came in earlier this morning his larynx is Not broken, however he will not be medically cleared to wrestle for the next few weeks. As this pertains to the next Clash Of The Champions coming in just a few weeks time which will be hosted in the lovely city of Chicago the first match booked on the card will be, the Starrcade IV Rematch that did NOT happen on Monday Nitro, Ric Flair vs. CM Punk and this time it'll be a Chicago Street Fight."
"Wow Mr. Bishoff that is earth shaking news right there we deffinately look forward to that, right now lets take you back to ringside."
"A Chicago Street Fight Jess? We're not even done with this show and already the next Clash Of The Champions is looking good as we hit Chicago for as it's now being affectionately called Clash Of The Champions Welcome To Chicago."
"CM Punk, Ric Flair, this rivalry will reach it's boiling point at the one year anniversary of where it all started, I have no idea what these two men are going to do to each other but I can tell you it's going to be ugly."
"And with that sound it's time for the Steel Asylum Cage Match, Jess I got a good look at this thing earlier and it scares me."
"I hate to bring up other promotions but I thought Hell In A Cell was bad, I thought The Glass Cage was Brutal, I thought it was nuts that we made a Prison Cell but this thing is barbaric. Ten foot ascend followed by a ten foot angled climb, this thing is make the current 20 Foot Cage Match look like Child's Play."
"Folks we would like to add that this is for the NWA World Title, the two year rivalry of John Morisson and Alberto Del Rio comes to an end here tonight, win lose or draw this is it, no rematches, no start overs, Jess, hold onto your seats because this is going to get brutal very quickly."
"Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening and it will contest inside the first ever steel asylum. The rules are simple, the first contestant to climb fully out of the cage from the top will be declared the winner. Will you all please welcome Alberto Del Rio's personal ring announcer, Ricardo Rodriquez."
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The cage had lowered down, black in color and in the shape of a dome, besides the door, the only way out was the hole at the very top some twenty feet up, Morrison looking along it seeming to already know how to get out as Del Rio seemed almost intimidated as the ref on the outside closed and locked the door, the title belt surrendered and the bout was on.
Del Rio quickly started to climb as Morrison went after him but was knocked off by a back elbow, going after him again and was kicked back, Del Rio making some progress until Morrison used the rope to leap up on his back and jerked him down.
With a hard crash they would land, Morrison catching him with a knee to the face then a bodyslam, coming off the rope with a dropkick then a scoop slam, ducking the punch and dropped Del Rio with a backsuplex. Morrison was careful here, catching an attempted kick and blasted him with an inverted mule kick then met Del Rio in the corner, kicking him with hard right roundhouses.
On the tenth strike he tossed him to the other buckle, watching him smack off and dropped him with a bulldog, taking his time and caught him with a running knee to the face. Morrison would slowly start to scale the cage, being careful here as Del Rio rose with a stagger, reaching up and got a hold of his foot, Morrison kicking him off and leapt off catching him with a spinning headscissor.
He smacked into the cage, holding his head as Morrison then caught him with a kick to the back of the skull, dropping him to his knees then dropsaulted the back of him down to the canvas before locking in a side armbar. He would wrench and pull on the arm until Del Rio got to his feet, pulling Morrison in for a short arm clothesline and missed, Morrison floating over and dropped him with a DDT, moving to the top rope and leapt with a missile dropkick.
Del Rio stumbled hard to the buckle as Morrison tossed him with a monkey flip then a cross body on top of it, pulling Del Rio up whom nailed him with a low blow then hooked the tights and rammed him head first into the steel.
Morrison held his head as Del Rio rose up, starting to stomp away at him and dragged him up by the hair, ramming the back of his head into the cage that refused to give any give, smacking him three times back of the head first into the steel before slamming him with a suplex. He slapped his chest and would lock him in a front face lock, ramming his knees into the back of his head. He dragged him up into a powerbomb position and rammed his spine into the steel, running to the other side and did it again before dropping him with a sit out powerbomb.
Morrison would roll holding his back, Del Rio quickly applying a kneeling armbar, pressing the knee right into the spine while jerking the arm back the best he could, Morrison struggling in this one. Heenan on the outside told him to keep it applied, can't climb without arms, Del Rio ramming his knee right into the shoulder before dragging him up and dropped him with a double knee arm breaker.
He kicked hard to his ribs and placed his throat over the rope, standing on his shoulders and pressed him down, strangling him then kicked off of him starting to climb the cage, already half way up. Del Rio moved like a schooled prioner up the cage until he got to the top, trying to figure out how to climb up the arch. He took a bit too much time as Morrison had climbed up after him, grabbing him by the waist and started to pull him down.
He would jerk at him until Del Rio would kick at him, knocking Morrison down from the cage but he lost his balance and fell, crotching the rope. The expression on his face said it all as he was in agony but Morrison made it worse coming off the rope with a flying chuck , knocking him to the apron. Bobby moved to his champion, yelling at him to get up as Del Rio used the cage to rise up, Morrison catching him with a cross body as they crashed into the steel, Morrison rolling off and pulled Del Rio in, tossing him to the rope and snapped him with a samoan drop.
Morrison waisted no time, moving to the cage and started to climb it, getting a good ways up, stopping for a moment to shake his arm out as Heenan yelled at Del Rio to move it, guiding him where he was and started to climb up after him, getting a hold of his leg as Morrison started to kick at him. Del Rio would give him one hard pull as Morrison started to climb down, trying to fight him off with hammer blows to the back, Del Rio grabbing him by the waist and came down ten feet up with a back suplex.
Both of them crashed hard upon the canvas, Morrison rolling a bit trying to ignore the pain as Heenan slid something through the bars to Del Rio, the ref moving over warning him but it wasn't as if there were DQ's in the match. Del Rio pulling himself up as he had a hold of a kendostick, swinging it around as he cracked it along Morrison's back, forcing him to roll over then hit him hard along the ribs, the back, the ribs, the legs, the knees, then broke it over his head knocking him down.
He would toss the shards away, pulling him up and would toss him headfirst into the cage then followed up with a side suplex, grabbing the legs and would slingshot him again into the cage, finishing him off with a piledriver. He looked down at him, coming off the rope with an elbow, another elbow, a third elbow then stomped at his face with a grin. Del Rio wanted to have fun with him, moving to the buckle and would untie it, getting it nice and exposed as he pulled Morrison up and tossed him hard, Morrison bouncing off of it then was dropped with a backbody drop, kicked with a spinal tap then locked in a sleeper.
Morrison struggled to stay awake, fighting to his feet and tossed Del Rio off, leap frogging and laid flat with his legs out, catching him with a capture leg toss, rising up and blasted him with a spinning leg lariat, going after him but Del Rio dropkicked the knee out from him then bashed him face first into the exposed buckle. If you could win by pinfall Del Rio would have had it as he would mount him, starting to punch at him with closed fists, Morrison was busted open after that one and there was nothing stopping Del Rio from just slugging it out with him, kneeling by him and would drag the elbow over his face.
He pulled off almost spitting at him, dragging him up by the hair and rammed him to the buckle, punching hard to his head until Morrison pushed him off, swinging at him but Del Rio caught him from behind with a german suplex, Morrison smacking hard into the steel and dangled some over the rope. Del Rio would turn him around, dragging him through the rope so he dangled and dropped him with a rope assisted neckbreaker, pulling him to the center of the ring, turning him over and locked in an STF.
Blood would spill from his head onto Del Rio's arm as he struggled to stay awake, Del Rio cranking and turning up the pressure on him, releasing after a moment and would slam his head hard into the canvas with a stomp to the back of the head. He rose with his hands raised hearing the crowd, grinning then pulled Morrison up by the back of the head, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a tiltawhirl piledriver, moving over towards the cage and would start to climb.
The fans would stomp their feet trying to wake Morrison up as he would stir slowly, not knowing where he was as Del Rio would make his ascent to the half way point, starting to figure out now how to climb up the arch, going rather slowly as Morrison moved to the ropes, starting to pull himself up rather slowly on spaghetti legs. Del Rio stumbled a bit, gravity was doing it's job as he moved slowly towards the exit, Morrison starting to climb up after him but he was a long way to go. Del Rio reached the exit, starting to pull himself out of the cage but slipped, dangling a bit as he would swing a bit trying to latch his foot on one of the bars, Morrison looking over and would leap from the cage, grabbing onto his leg.
Del Rio shook his head, trying to kick him off and not fall but Morrison would climb up his leg using his knee pad and latched onto his waist, climbing up to his shoulders and would hit at his back. Del Rio swinging and latched his leg into the cage to prevent from falling, Morrison reaching up and got a hold, starting to climb towards the exit now, Del Rio taking a chance and grabbed at his waist, having the superior weight as both men fell twenty feet with a splash upon the canvas.
Heenan yelled out for Del Rio to get up as he was holding his knee, having landed hard upon it trying to put pressure on it. Bobby yelling he had to get in there and check on his champion but the ref pushed him back. Del Rio cursed out in spanish as he pulled himself up, hobbling on the leg stretching it out, moving over to Morrison whom blasted him with a pelekick to the buckle.
Morrison moved gingerly to him with hard kicks to ribs, tossing him to the other buckle but Del Rio Irish whipped and took his head off with a short arm clothesline. He shook his arm and pulled Morrison up, grabbing him by the tights and hair and literally flung him back first into the steel. He stomped upon his head and dragged him back to the ring and rammed him back first into the steel then tossed him hard to the rope, Morrison leaping upon the cage and did a leap of face blasting him with a dropkick.
Del Rio stumbled back against the steel, Morrison coming in but took a kick to the ribs then a hard shot to the back as Del Rio slammed him again into the steel, finishing him off with a release german suplex. He wiped the blood from his palm, looking up at the exit but didn't take his chance yet, going back to Morrison and said he was going to punish him for soiling his World Title, dragging him up and slapped him over the face, Morrison fight back with a punch.
Del Rio kicked to his ribs then worked on his back, tossing him with a hiptoss hard into the steel and had him dangle over the middle rope, climbing the top rope and came down with a legdrop over the back of the neck. With a slap to his chest he struck with vicious kicks to his back then to his ribs, forcing him to his feet and held him by the hair, screaming at him and pushed him to the rope, catching him with a gorilla press and tossed him hard head first into the steel. Heenan told him to start climbing as Del Rio still wasn't done, dragging Morrison up and set him on the top rope, hitting over his bloody head then locked his arm and came down with a super cross arm breaker.
Heenan would laugh saying smart, break his arm he couldn't climb with a broken arm as Del Rio would twist and torque on it, Morrison kicking out in agony trying to fight out of it, just from the way he landed it looked painful as Morrison tried to fight out of it. Del Rio would pull hard as an audible pop was heard, the arm had to have been pulled out of the socket as Del Rio would let go, Morrison clutching his arm moving to the corner.
He would spit at him screaming that he was the World Champion and pulled him up, Morrison trying for a punch but Del Rio dropped him with a double knee arm breaker again, an audible 'fuck' was heard from Morrison as Del Rio pulled him up again, pulling him up and slammed him with a shoulder breaker..then another one...and another one, Heenan screaming at him to start climbing but Del Rio wasn't done.
With another jerk of the arm he pulled him to his feet, wrenching on it and dropped him to his knees, kicking hard to the shoulder and armpit area, quickly applying a hammerlock then rose him up with a hammerlock toss, Morrison landing right on that bad shoulder, Del Rio finishing him off with an ensiguri knocking him out telling Bobby to get out the champange as he would start to climb up the cage.
He would stumble a bit but made good time to the arch of the cage, starting to make his way slowly towards the exit placing his foot in the rung to keep his balance and reached, grabbing a hold of the outer rim and started to pull but his foot was stuck. He would shake his leg a bit trying to get out having to climb down and get his leg free, Morrison on his feet and climbed up very gingerly, still miles away from Del Rio whom got his foot free, starting to make his ascend once again, Morrison having to really kick it into overdrive the best he could with one arm.
Del Rio was pulling himself up, his torso on the outside as he had to pull his upper half up and over, getting one foot up pulling the other up as Morrison grabbed the foot, the only foot he could and started to pull at him, Del Rio trying to fight out of his grip, pulling and pulling as Del Rio started to decend down.
He reached for his head, kicking at Morrison a few times and swung with his foot but missed, kicking the cage as Morrison dangling from one hand caught him with a kick to the head, Del Rio going glossy eyed and let go of the cage, falling down to the canvas. Morrison held on the best he could but his arm gave away, almost getting a taste of the exit as he made sure to fall with a bodysplash upon Del Rio.
Morrison carefully pulled himself up, looking up at the top of the cage and knew he had to get out of here, holding his shoulder starting to move to the cage and climb again but he didn't get far, Del Rio kicked to his ribs and hit at his back, jerking him down but Morrison fought back, kicking him off then leapt with a cross body, Del Rio catching him and rammed him back first into the steel then tossed him with a fallaway slam. He went after him as Morrison pulled himself up and blasted him hard with the Nitroblast.
Del Rio was out until Starrcade V as Morrison would grit his teeth, starting to make his ascend to the cage and started to climb, doing the best he could with one hurt arm. Heenan said the hell with this and started to climb up the other side, trying to line up with him, reaching into the cage to grab him by the hair. Morrison would kick him in the ribs through the cage and sent him down to the floor, getting his footing and started to climb again and now Ricardo was climbing up trying to stop him, actually moving a bit faster than Morrison and got to the arch, kicking down at him to prevent him from reaching the top.
Del Rio on the otherside was starting to climb as Morrison tried moving along the cage to avoid Ricardo's foot. Ricardo then climbed down and moved along the cage, giving Morrison a hard kick to the ribs forcing him to drop down several rungs, Morrison catching himself with the rope and jumped up having to retrace his steps, Ricardo moving carefully along the top of the cage as Del Rio was starting to make it towards the exit. Ricardo reaching in, extending his palm to try and pull him up.
Del Rio reached over and grabbed his arm, having to be careful as Ricardo started to pull at him as Morrison would climb up behind Del Rio, grabbing him in a rear waistlock and started to jerk at him. Del Rio used a free hand and tried using his elbow to knock him down as Morrison latched his legs within the cage and would pull down with all his might, Del Rio losing his grip and was spider german suplexed from the top down hard upon the canvas. Morrison dangling by his legs in the rung would sit up and latched onto the cage, climbing towards the exit and peeked his head out, Ricardo having paniced during the move that he got his leg stuck in the top rung, Morrison pulling his upper torso out and blasted Ricardo with a haymaker knocking him out cold as he would swing his hips and pulled his lower half out of the cage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and still NWA World Heavyweight Champion, John Morrison."
It wasn't a pretty match and it wasn't going to be but Morrison was able to pull it off in the end dispite Bobby and Ricardo trying to interfere. Highlights of the match would show every small and high spot, both men nearly killing each other in this bout as Morrison rose up carefully, raising the title belt up as he climbed down touching down upon the floor. He rose the belt up and gingerly made his way up the ramp with a grin as Del Rio was still flat upon his back in the ring, Ricardo eventually climbing down as the cage would raise up.
Morrison stood upon the stage with a grin upon his face knowing that this rivalry, this two year war between he and Del Rio was officially over and he could officialy start his championship reign, Heenan in the ring trying to revive Del Rio, calling out for paramedics as the show would fade to..
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Oh no it wasn't over yet as the Man They call Sting slowly appeared on the ramp. He was looking to pick the bones of Del Rio just like he did at the Great American Bash, slowly making his way towards the ring as Ricardo stood in his way, getting hit back for his efforts. Sting then made it upon the apron as Heenan would plea with him to leave Del Rio alone, Sting grabbing him by the hair and tossed him out of the ring, now it was just the two of them.
Del Rio holding his neck and back, slowly rising up and turned around right into the cold eyes of the one they called Sting. He held out his hand in mercy then charged in, Sting smashing him into the buckle and dropped him with a backbody drop, from his right jacket sleeve came his black ball bat, Silent Justice as he would point it at Del Rio.
He would move over to him with a hard hit to his ribs then grabbed him by the back of the head, hearing the crowd and dropped him with the Scorpion Deathdrop. Del Rio lay flat in the middle of the ring as Sting just looked down at him and slowly left the ring, making his purpose and intent clear that revenge was a dish best served cold and he was coming for Del Rio as he made his way back up the ramp, turning his head to look at the damage he caused then coldly looked back, heading through the curtain as Clash Of The Champions would Fade...To Black.