Post by DM on Sept 22, 2013 22:26:21 GMT
NWA Super Brawl
Venue : US Airways Arena - Phoenix, Arizona
Dark Matches:
LOD def. Harlem Heat
Taka def. Tiger Mask IV
CM Punk def. Christopher Daniels -- Feast or Fired
MsChif def. Winter
"Good evening folks, Live from the Desert of Phoenix Arizona, Welcome to the new Fall Classic, welcome to SuperBrawl. Hello everyone I'm Gorilla Monsoon if you saw the two preview matches you already know you're in for one hell of a show tonight, with me tonight, Jesse Ventura."
"It's hotter than hell outside and even hotter in this arena, we have a massive grudge match, a Texas Death Match and a World Title Bout, these fans are already crazy after the two preview matches and the dark special match that we gave them eariler."
"That's right Jess Macho Man against Joey Mercury, Windham against Chono for the United States title, and John Morrison against Vader for the World Title, it's a fever pitch it's going to be intense and I think tonight we might just crown a new champion."
"Champion or not Monsoon I think Morrison and Chono are going to have to fight and claw to retain tonight and Mercury, you're in for a world of hurt my friend."
"Well the fireworks have been let off and the NitroGirls have cleared the stage lets take you to the ring for our opening contest."
"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to SuperBrawl, this opening contest scheduled for one fall will have a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, lead down the aisle by his manager Melina, from Los Angeles, weighing in at 224 lbs, Joey Mercury. And his opponent, lead down the aisle by the first lady of Wrestling Miss Elizabeth, from Sarasota Florida, weighing in at 230 lbs, Macho Man Randy Savage."
Both women would remove the robes off of their men, Melina massaging Mercury's shoulders with a grin while Savage pointed to the corner as Liz would stand and watch, both of them stretching as the bell sounded.
Both men locked up as Savage pushed him to the corner, Mercury ducking a punch and fired away with a few cheap shots, backing away and dropped Randy with a droptoe hold, locking in a side headlock until he was tossed off. Mercury locked up again, pushing Savage to the corner and caught him with a slap to the face, backing away slowly and stole a kiss from Melina, calling Savage on.
They locked up a third time as Randy locked him in a hammerlock, tossing him shoulder first into the buckle then dropped him with a backbody drop, following up with a clothesline, a haymaker, another haymaker then a hiptoss, going for a swing but Mercury rolled to the outside.
Melina checked his face as Savage moved to the floor, Mercury using her as a shield, pushing her forward and slid into the ring, Savage going after him but he was stomped on, Mercury pounding on him and came off the rope, missing the clothesline as Savage caught him with a dropkick then a headlock takedown, Mercury scissoring the head to fight out, catching him with a kick right to the chest following up with a flapjack.
Mercury spun to his feet, coming off the rope and hit a running knee over the back of the head, climbing the top rope and blasted Savage with a missile dropkick, locking in a front face lock. He would squeeze and wrench on him using his legs to keep the pressure on, Savage slowly rising up, ramming him into the buckle and would hit hard shots over his head, tossing him to the other but Mercury irish whipped catching him with a belly to belly.
He came off the rope with a baseball slide, knocking Savage to the outside as he slowly rose with a pose in the center of the ring, getting a running start and would baseball slide again, kicking Savage into the barricade then rammed his head into the steel stairs, doing the signature Savage point in the air then dropped him with a bulldog on the floor.
He would toss Savage into the ring, hitting him with three big elbows then a stomp to the face, dragging him up and would drop him with a suplex, spinning to his feet coming off the rope with a whirling legdrop, pinning arrogantly for a two.
He pulled him up slowly, locking him in a side headlock while punching to his face, using the rope to kick off and dropped him with a headlock takedown, squeezing nice and tight. Savage slowly got to his feet, breaking out with a back suplex, rising to his feet but took an ensiguri over the side of the head, Mercury quickly climbing the top rope, leaping off with a 450 Bomb, landing back first upon Savage's ribs with another arrogant cover for two.
He pulled him up for a powerbomb, trying to raise him up but Savage blocked it three times, dropping him with a backbody drop, getting his barrings and caught Mercury with a back elbow then a clothesline over the ropes to the outside.
Melina helped him up trying to get his head back in the game as Savage came off the top rope with a double axe right over the back of his head, sending him rib first right into the barricade followed by a bodyslam. Melina would jump on his back, trying to claw at his eyes but Randy flung her off, pointing the finger at her as she started to back peddal, Savage turning right into a shot to the ribs then head first into the steel post.
Mercury was back in the game, tossing Savage into the ring and caught him with a springboard clothesline, rolling up and connected with a leg lariat knocking him to the corner. Mercury moved fast, kicking hard to his ribs then started to punch at his head, sending him to the other buckle hard, charging in but Savage took his head off on the rebound with a clothesline.
Mercury flipped out of his boots on that one as Savage caught him with an inverted atomic drop...twice, snapping him down with a DDT. Savage drug him up, hitting hard haymakers to the ropes, Mercury blocking like a boxer would getting a knee to the ribs then headbutted for his troubles, Savage climbing the rope and would hit ten punches to his head. Savage tossed him to the buckle, watching Mercury smack off then drove him down hard with a spinning back suplex, going for the cover but Mercury rolled to the outside.
Melina tried to revive him as Savage leapt over the rope to the outside, Melina holding her hand out telling him to wait a moment, Savage pointing the finger at her then grabbed her by the hair, tossing her out of the way going after Mercury whom started to flee, Savage chasing after him as he got a hold of Elizabeth.
Savage stopped in his tracks, giving him the deathglare as Mercury held her by the hair then flung her at him, Savage catching her moving her aside as Mercury blasted him right in the jaw with a kick, tossing him into the ring and quickly climbed the top rope, dropping Savage with a wheel kick, covering over for two.
He yelled at the ref moving Randy to the rope and laid his throat over it, stomping on his neck and would stand on him, starting to strangle him as the ref pulled him off warning him, Melina coming over and gave him a hard slap over the face for good measure, Mercury finishing Savage off with a neck whip off the rope followed by a diving clothesline, again only for two.
Melina would pound on the mat causing the crowd to stomp along, Savage coming to life out of a sleeper, fighting out and took to the rope but Mercury caught him with a dropkick, mounting and started to punch at him.
Pulling away he rose his hands up, telling the crowd what he thought of them and waited in the corner, charging in with a spinkick and connected over the back of the head, Savage stumbling chest first into the buckle. Mercury would set him on top, climbing up in front of him, looking to go for a super sunset flip..but Savage blocked it, dropping Mercury with a superplex.
Both men slowly rose up, going to clubbing blows back and for, Randy winning with an elbow to the head followed by a rope guillotine, climbing the apron when Melina grabbed his foot. Savage would kick her off then got his head kicked off by Mercury. Savage lay on the apron as he was dragged inside, Mercury climbing the top rope, leaping off with a moonsault, covering for only for two.
He got in the refs face on that one, turning his attention back and blasted Savage in the face with a running knee, climbing the top rope and waited, calling his shot and leapt off with a cross body but Savage ducked. He rose holding his stomach, Savage catching him with hard punches then a clothesline, another clothesline, a bodyslam, a hiptoss then finished off with a gorilla press, slamming him down hard. Mercury stumbled up getting tackled to the buckle, Savage tossing him and tackled him again, tossing him back and tackled him a third time, tossing him for the forth but Irish Whipped him back right for a clothesline but Mercury slid under the legs, leapfrogging off the rope with a dropkick but Savage caught the legs and would slingshot him out of the ring.
Mercury rose up, waving it off and started to leave the ringside area, having enough as he walked away with Melina. Savage wasn't letting him off that easy, going up the ramp and clobbered him from behind, ramming him into the barricade then dragged him back to the ring and flung him inside. Mercury held his hands up getting a kick to the ribs then an uppercut to the corner, Savage going to follow up but was gouged in the eye then dropped with a flying neckbreaker, Mercury locking in a sleeper.
Liz leaned over, trying to will Savage on but Melina grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the barricade. She called her a whore and told her to keep out of it, Savage just exploding out of the sleeper with a stunner, rolling out of the ring as Melina started to flee for her life..until Savage caught her by the hair.
She would swipe at him as Randy, lets face it, was going to kill her..until he was hit from behind by Mercury, beating upon his back and tossed him into the ring, dropping Savage with a spinning headscissor, going for a splash in the corner but Savage dodged.
Mercury smacking off as he was dropped down with a piledriver, Savage moving to the ropes, raising the fingers up but Melina got on the apron, the ref trying to push her down as it gave Mercury a chance to quickly climb up, dropping Savage with a super hurricanrana.
Mercury rose up, hitting his chest and knew it was over, picking Savage up and dropped him with the MercuryRising Sit Out Powerbomb, covering....for two.
He rose up, kicking the rope and yelled at Melina to 'get a fucking chair' pulling Savage up and slammed him to the mat, setting him on top and would hit to his back, Melina pushing the time keeper out of his chair, folding it up when she was tackled by Liz. She would start punching the shit out of her, Mercury during the distraction got caught with a bodyslam, Savage moving to the top rope and leapt off with the flying elbow, covering...for three.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, Macho Man Randy Savage."
Savage rolled to the floor pulling Liz off of Melina whom scampered off fleeing for her life along with Mercury whom had enough. Savage and Liz moving into the ring, ready for round two as the ref rose his hand up, the Madness Reigned Supreme Tonight on SuperBrawl as they headed up the ramp as we prepare for the next bout.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I'm standing back here waiting on the arrival, there he is the winner Macho Man Randy Savage, scoring a huge win tonight over Joey Mercury finally putting the fued to rest, might I inquire what are the future plans for the Macho Man."
"Future plans are a lot like Miss Elizabeth in a street fight, you never see it coming but surprised when you are so for that very reason, Joseph Mercury and his nagging STD of a woman Melina just got the worst case of the Madness driven right through them yeah. As far as the future holds for the Macho Man, hmm yeah, well lets just say, it's been a long time since the Maistro of Madness, The Messiah of Machismo held Gold around his waist yeah, and I think it's high time that perhaps, tomorrow night at open fight night, the Macho Man MIGHT be making a challenge."
"Are you implying what I think you're implying Macho?"
"100% Corre-"
He was then hit hard and slammed into a wall by the Big Red Machine Kane whom started to beat upon him, Kevin calling out for security as Kane started to choke and beat upon him, grabbing Savage by the hair and tossed him through one of the office windows. From what the camera picked up he was cut over the head, Liz going to help but Kane grabbed her by the hair..and started to drag her off, Sullivan yelling at Kane to take the shrew as Liz was heard screaming for Randy to help as we quickly cut to a promo.
[Promo]
"Hope to see that guy in the ring soon but wow, out of one fued into another, what does Kane want with Miss Elizabeth? ."
"Well it's not like either one of them talk but Gorilla, Miss Elizabeth is Savage's greatest strength and weakness, for anyone in his direct path they're about to get engulfed by the Madness, what Kane has instore Elizabeth I only hope there's enough rehab for that."
"I'm not even sure on that one, right now lets take you back to the interview area amiss all the pandamonium and chaos as Kevin Kelly is with Barry Windham."
Cameras cut to the back with Kevin Kelly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, James J. Dillon, and Barry Windham. In just a few moments, gentlemen, Mr. Windham must face off against the United States Champion in what will possibly be the most brutal match in NWA history-"
"Put the goddamn microphone to my mouth before I beat the shit out of you and leave you in the dirt with the rest of the washed up bastards I've left in my path you little pile of human waste. The fact of the matter is this, you little bastard, and every other person out in that arena sitting on their asses, actually thinking that Chono has a chance... you can go out there and ask any one of those half-brained jackasses who the Four Horsemen are, and they'll tell you that it's Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Ole Anderson, and Tully Blanchard. That's all well and good, and God bless ya, Ole, and I hope you're watching, because I'm gonna make you proud, but those people did what EVERYONE else has done. They forgot that Barry Windham is a Horseman. Let met tell you bastards sitting in those chairs that are screaming underneath your fat asses, and you people in TV land that pay to see the Four Horsemen kick people's asses, and Chono, you made this mistake too: Forgetting that Barry Windham is one of the Four Horsemen is THE SINGLE BIGGEST mistake you can make in your ENTIRE life, and when you make a mistake with your life on the line, like it will be in the Texas Deathmatch, the price must be paid... and the price of making a mistake against the Four Horsemen is the price of being buried six feet under the rubble of whatever shit hole I LEAVE YOU IN! This interview is over, now get to stepping, you little bastard!" Barry would shove Kevin out of the frame as we cut back to ringside.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Texas Deathmatch for the NWA United States Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, led to the ring by his manager, J. J. Dillon, from Sweetwater, Texas, weighing in at 237 lbs, he is a member of the Four Horsemen, "The Widowmaker," Barry Windham!
Barry Windham entered the ring, flashing four fingers to the crowd before turining it into the one finger salute, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles from his cowboy boots and sticking them onto his fist, waiting for Chono to bust through the curtain. The lights would dim as smoke would fill the stage... a pair of headlights blasting through.
"Introducing his opponent, from Mitaka, Tokyo, Japan, he weighs in at 230 lbs. He is the reigning and defending NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
Chono entered the ring with a Four Horsemen t-shirt over his shoulder, before sticking it onto his baseball bat and lifting it into the air. Chono then pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lighting the shirt on fire, before throwing it over the top rope to the floor! Chono reached up, pulling his sunglasses off his face with his middle finger extended, right in Windham's face, as Windham charged with the knucks, Chono charging in and spearing Barry down, punching right at his face, the knucks going flying as the bell sounded and we were off and running!
Barry countered this, rolling Chono onto his back, hammering down on him, as the two men broke off, scrambling up to their feet, just trading closed fists right into each other... rights and lefts all around, this resembled more of an MMA street fight than a wrestling match, as Chono went down to the body, then delivered a stiff uppercut right to Windham's nose, busting it open and probably breaking it already! Windham was rocked to the ropes as Chono clotheslined him over the top to the floor, Windham landing on his feet, turning around to the fans and throwing one of them out of their chair, grabbing a hold of it!
Chono exited the ring and Barry swung for the fences, Chono ducking the chair shot and kicking Barry in the gut, firing him right into the steel stairs, knocking them across the floor and separating them! Chono picked up the chair, aiming for Windham's face, but J.J. got in between them, and Chono just walloped him in the head with the steel chair! No one was safe in this match as Barry picked up the stairs and launched them right into Chono's face, knocking him right down! Barry placed the stairs onto Chono's chest and jumped on them, crushing Chono underneath! He picked him up and launched him into the guardrail back first!
Chono was in deep pain as Windham clotheslined him over the railing into the first row. Windham hopped the railing, pulling his fist back, threatening to nail any fan that got close to him, as Chono got back to his feet and walked to the back wall near the cameras. Windham would follow suit, beating Chono up the stairs, knocking him towards the tech table. Chono pulled himself up with the table, quickly grabbing a TV monitor and shattering it over Windham's head, lacerating his head! Chono wasn't screwing around as he grabbed the steel trash can, slamming it down on Windham's back hard, Windham reeling in pain, as he got back up to his feet, backing against the wall. Chono grabbed one of the security railings and charged, but Windham blasted Chono in the face with a huge boot, Chono dropping the railing.
Barry was busted up bad, but he wasn't slowing down, as he grabbed Chono and slammed him face first into the wall, before Irish whipping him right into the giant amplifier, knocking it over! Chono reeled back right into Windham, who picked him up and belly to belly suplexed him right through the tech table! This was going everywhere fast, as Barry picked him back up and DDT'ed him right onto the concrete floor! He got back up, wiping the blood from his face, then licking it right off his hand, screaming out "HORSEMAN'S RULES!" He dragged Chono back up, bringing him toward the ramp, launching him back over the railing to the ringside area, dragging him up the ramp.
Chono woke up, bashing Windham in the face with a huge right hand, rocking him back, but Windham wouldn't be deterred, just battering Chono back with rights, as these two just battered each other, Chono again winning the battle, knocking Barry back to the ring, charging at him, but Windham flapjacked him right into the steel post! Chono was busted wide open after that, as Barry got back up and screamed out again, the adrenaline just rushing through him!
"This is crazy! This is absolutely crazy, this match needs to be stopped!"
"I disagree, Monsoon! This is what both these guys signed up for, and this is my kind of match! No rules, let them fight it out and see which one is the better man! This is what it's all about, and nobody can stop it!"
Chono was rolled back into the ring as Barry pulled out a leather strap from underneath the ring. He stood over Chono, screaming at him that he was the rightful US Champion, as he wrapped the belt around his neck, choking him out. The referee screamed at him, but he was powerless to do anything about it, as Barry just kept on dragging Chono around the ring with the belt, Chono struggling to get back to his feet. Chono got to the ropes, the referee ordering the break, but Barry refused to let go, shoving the referee back with his free hand, as Chono fired a low blow behind him, nailing Windham hard! Windham doubled over, letting go of the belt, as Chono was able to free himself, trying to get his wind back about him, grabbing a hold of the belt.
He lashed Barry across his bare back with the belt, leaving welt after welt, time and time again, not letting up for a minute! Barry got back to his feet in the corner, Chono swinging the belt in circles over his head, before lashing Windham across the face! He fired Barry out to the far corner, catching him with a spinning heel kick on the way out, Barry quickly scrambling back up to his feet and swinging with a clothesline, but missing, as Chono hooked him up, nailing him with a full nelson slam! Chono got back to his feet, shouting out loudly as he ran to the corner, literally ripping the top turnbuckle pad off.
He picked Windham up on his shoulder, going for snake eyes on the exposed buckle, but Barry fought out of it, shooting Chono to the corner, but Chono slammed on the brakes, catching Barry coming in with a back elbow, knocking him down. Chono ascended up to the top rope, turning around and nailing Windham with a flying shoulder block, but it was turned into a big time powerslam, the impact shaking the ring, as Windham was thrown right off of Chono from the powerslam! Windham rolled up to his feet, falling out of the ring, grabbing the steel stairs and sliding them into the ring. Chono got back to his feet, hitting a dropkick into the stairs, sending them right into Windham's face!
Windham wasn't moving, as the referee slid outside the ring to see if he was responsive, but he shoved the referee back, obviously being responsive, as Chono slowly got back up to his feet, the blood pouring from his head as he looked down at his victim. He ran off the far ropes and leapt with a suicide dive, but Barry nailed him in the face with the brass knuckles, knocking him out of the air! The referee ran over to Chono, as Barry screamed in agony, he probably broke his hand with that shot, as Chono was knocked out, but was somehow still responding. He told the referee not to end the match, Barry throwing the knuckles down, screaming at his broken hand. He reached down and grabbed a steel pipe, sliding it into the ring, sliding underneath soon after, waiting for Chono to rise.
Chono pulled himself up slowly, the blood really cascading down his face, Chono and Windham both wearing the crimson masks tonight, as Chono crawled into the ring, Windham extending his arms out, almost feeling the rain of boos on his skin, as he just reveled in it, Chono crawling to him slowly, a trail of blood following him as Barry Windham looked down at him, raising the pipe in his hands, spinning and twirling it, almost as if he were looking for the perfect spot to blast him with it. He rose it over his head, ready to bring it down, when Chono quickly grabbed him in a double leg takedown, slingshotting him into the exposed buckle, but again, Windham put on the brakes, charging at Chono, who leveled him right in the gut with the pipe! Chono ran off the ropes, nailing Windham with the Yakuza kick, knocking him out!
The referee slid down to Windham, talking to him, getting ready to ring the bell... when Windham... started to pull himself up to his feet! Chono was down on all fours, turning around, audibly cursing out in Japanese, he thought that was it, as he slowly pulled himself up in the far corner, approaching Windham who was pulling himself up by the ropes, the blood just flowing from his forehead, as Chono closed in, he fired a low blow, but Chono caught his leg, staring right into Windham's bloody face, as he spun him around, missing with a clothesline, as Barry came running at him, Chono turning around and flapjacking him right into the exposed buckle! Windham held his face in pain as Chono slowly, slowly pulled himself up on the apron, ready to leap, but Barry kicked the referee into the ropes, Chono crotching the top rope!
Barry pulled himself up, screaming out again... somehow, he had gotten another burst of adrenaline as he rose up and roared, closing the distance and nailing Chono with a mighty European uppercut, then a Ric Flair style chop to the throat, reeling Chono back on the top rope. He followed up on top, hooking him up for a superplex, lifting off, and drilling him down in the center of the ring, floating over with it and punching Chono repeatedly in the head right after the superplex, just coming off of him, Chono's blood all over his fist, as Chono... sprang up!
Chono got back to his feet and slapped Barry right in the face, as Barry turned around and slapped Chono, as the two men just started trading fists back and forth again! Fists and slaps and chops and kicks in the center of the ring, blood and sweat flying, as Chono whipped Windham into the exposed buckle back first, then hit him with a belly to belly suplex, no, it was countered into a jawbreaker by Windham, leveling him with a clothesline, no Chono back dropped Windham over the top, but Windham landed on the apron, coming back into the ring from the top rope, but Chono caught him with a right hand to the midsection, Barry falling to his knees.
Chono ascended the top again, going for another shoulder block, but Windham caught him with powder right in the eyes! Chono crotched the rope again, as Windham climbed back up, hooking him up for another superplex, but this time, he went all the way to the top! He lifted off, but Chono held onto the rung, not budging, as he fought back with elbows to the stomach, then a palm thrust right to the chest, Barry's breath catching right in his lungs, stunning him! Chono wiped the powder from his eyes... then looked behind him at the floor below... hooking Windham up!
"NO! Chono, don't do it! The title's not worth this!"
"Monsoon, don't reason with him, just get the hell outta here!"
Chono lifted off, superplexing Windham straight off the top rope, through the announce table as Jesse shoved Gorilla on his ass, knocking him out of the way, just BARELY escaping disaster himself as Chono and Windham crashed through the table! The carnage was maddening, blood and gore, weapons and warriors, guts and entrails everywhere as Chono and Windham lay in the wreck of the table, the referee unable to stop the match as there was no clear winner, so he just had to let it go! The fans exploded, willing Chono back to his feet as he pulled himself from the wreckage of the table, screaming out as he got back to his feet, then fell right back down, holding himself up on the apron... as Barry Windham pulled himself up to his feet!
Chono slid into the ring slowly, not knowing that Windham was back up, armed with one of the monitors. Chono slowly got back to his feet as Windham entered the ring slowly, cracking the monitor over the back of Chono's head! He tossed the monitor out, then exited the ring, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Gorilla and Jesse finally got back on headset.
"Jesse, what the hell is he gonna do with those?"
"I don't know, Monsoon, are you okay? I mean, that was utterly maddening! I've never seen anything like this in my entire life!"
Windham put the cuffs on Chono's wrists, locking them in place, as Chono struggled to get to his feet... Windham pulling off his elbow pad! He screamed out to Chono "SIX FEET UNDER!" and clobbered him with the Widowmaker! Chono was out cold, as Windham stood over him, screaming at him, the referee trying to get him back, but Windham was just laying the badmouth on him, shoving the referee on his ass! He grabbed the ref by the collar of his shirt and threw him at Chono, telling him to end the match now. Chono looked at the referee... and said no! He wasn't gonna end it!
Windham was in shock, but a sick, sinister smile crept across his face, as he loaded up one more time in the corner, swinging his arm out slowly, getting ready to launch another Windowmaker lariat, as he lunged, swinging to decapitate Chono, but Chono ducked it, kicking Windham with the Yakuza kick, knocking him down and out, but Chono fell to his back as well, still being cuffed! The fans exploded in cheers, but soon turned to boos as Tully Blanchard sprinted down to the ring with a steel chair, going to knock Chono's head off, but he was intercepted as he slid into the ring by Mitsuharu Misawa, who dropkicked the chair right into Blanchard's face!
"What the hell is going on, Monsoon??"
"Misawa is saving his friend from being crucified at the hands of the Four Horsemen!"
Misawa chopped away at Blanchard, but the cavalry wasn't done arriving as Arn Anderson slid into the ring, tire iron in hand, charging at Chono, aiming for his face, when from under the ring, he was intercepted and nailed across the chest with a two handed chop from a hooded individual! Arn dropped the tire iron and was hit out of the ring... with a Burning Sword Chop! The man pulled off his robe and hood!
"Monsoon! That's the WWF's Kenta Kobashi! What in the hell is he doing here???"
The building EXPLODED as yes, Kenta Kobashi and Mitsuharu Misawa fought off the Four Horsemen, protecting Chono from another crucifixion... but the cavalry wasn't finished yet, as yes indeed, as expected, the leader of the Four Horsemen, Ric Flair himself came down to the ring with a steel chair in hand, getting ready to enter the ring and blast Chono's head straight off his shoulders, but he didn't make it far as from the crowd, he was blinded with red mist from Keiji Mutoh! Mutoh hopped the railing, chopping and blasting Flair back up the ramp, keeping him away from ringside... but in the ring, Chono got back up to his feet, as Barry Windham had grabbed the tire iron... hiding it under his forearm! Chono turned around into the Widowmaker with the tire iron... and ducked underneath it as he kicked Barry right between the legs, then nailed a Shining Yakuza Kick, knocking Barry Windham straight out of the ring! Chono got back to his feet, looking down at Windham, who somehow... was getting back up to his feet!
Chono backed up into the corner, waiting for Windham to get back into the ring, as these two gladiators were just beaten beyond recognition at this point in time, but Windham turned his back to Chono, obviously trying to hide something, as he turned around, Chono's and Windham's eyes meeting, as Windham pulled out Chono's baseball bat. Chono swallowed hard, but kept focused, the two men coming out of the corners, circling each other. Chono's hands still behind his back in the handcuffs as Barry was just swinging the bat around in his hands, faking lunges at Chono, as we were finally at a standoff.
Chono started fiddling with his hands... putting on the brass knuckles. Somehow, he had gotten a hold of them, as Windham charged at him, swinging for the fences, but Chono ducked underneath it, and with great strength, pulled his hands apart and broke the handcuffs! He pulled his fist back as Windham turned around, getting nailed dead in the face with the brass knuckles that he himself introduced into the match, as Barry Windham fell to the canvas, completely knocked cold with a loaded right fist! Chono picked up the ball bat and placed his foot on Windham's chest, placing the end of the bat at Barry's throat... as the referee finally called for the bell, Barry Windham was completely unconscious!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
What a war that topped their Uncensored match! Chono and Windham, two battered and bloody gladiators left it all out in the ring as Masahiro Chono, somehow, some way, was able to overcome the toughest challenger to date in The Widowmaker, Barry Windham. Chono nodded down at Barry, perhaps giving a small sign of respect at the challenges that he put forth, before finally walking up the ramp, the ball bat over his shoulder, brass knuckles on his right hand, and the United States Championship firmly grasped in his other hand. He would sling it over his shoulder and turned around, slowly raising the belt up, not even screaming out in victory as both men were just utterly destroyed, as Barry Windham got back to his feet on the outside, looking up the ramp at his adversary, a small smattering of fans applauding Barry for his efforts, as he definitely earned their respect. Windham would walk to the back as Chono finally headed through the curtain, victorious once again, in a war that neither man, nor the fans, would ever forget.
"Oh man was that match intense Jess,"
"I think we need a new table here Gorilla or maybe some steel padding for this next bout coming up."
"We'll get to our feature match in a moment, lets take you to the preview matches earlier tonight, The Legion of Doom kicked things off against Harlem Heat scoring the win over Big Stevie, Taka Michonoku defended the Cruiserweight Championship against Tiger Mask IV, and on the preview for tonight it was MsChif battling against Winter, MsChif able to score the win via inside craddle, and CM Punk defeated Christopher Daniels in a feast or fired match, needless to say we'll miss Daniels, lets take you to a very exclusive interview post match up."
"CM Punk congradulations on your win earlier tonight kicking the show off with a bang it seems you got your stroke back."
"Back? I never lost it, even great champions have to fall once in a while --"
He was cut off looking over to see Prince Devitt.
"Champions falling, you know they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but in my case, it grants me a championship belt, something you haven't touched in quite some time."
"Hey, if you're trying to intrude on my interview time good job, but if you don't watch yourself, I'll put you to sleep and send you packing back to Japan where you're actually relevant."
"Heh, you're funny Punk, the only difference is...if you were in my division, the only one that matters, I would drop you faster than Ric Flair and send your ass packing to whatever Indy Promotion will have you."
"Put your money where your mouth is Devitt, tomorrow night, Nitro, open fight night."
"Challenge accepted."
"Wow folks that's the first time we're seeing that video, Devitt/Punk, tomorrow night that's going to be a hot one for sure...and by the sound of that it's time for the Main Event, both men have been preparing in their locker rooms, we're just minutes away, Jess, any strategy you see for either man."
"Well to be fair Morrison has the speed in this one, he's gotta out wind Vader, power, size, strength, he can't win and Vader MUST stick to a striking wrestling game, if he gives Morrison any ground he's going to run out of gas, I am deffinately giving the edge to Vader on this one."
"You know what I agree with you Jess, he's bigger, he's stronger and Morrison can't stick and move forever a lot of famous boxers won titles like that but this is wrestling, no round breaks and eventually your will or body will give out, lets take you to the ring."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall is our Main Event Of The Evening."
[Play Out]
"Ladies and Gentlemen this bout sanctioned by the NWA Wrestling Commission is for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, the referee in charge of this bout, Charles Robinson. Standing over to my left, from the Rocky Mountains, weighing in at 450 pounds, the challenger, the man they call, Vader. And standing over to my right, hailing from the Palace of Wisdom, weighing in at 220 lbs he is the reigning NWA World Heavyweight Champion, John, Morrison."
Vader would flex his arms standing in the corner, Morrison handing the belt over and would stretch along the ropes, having crosses on his red pants tonight as the ref rose the belt up and called for the bell.
Morrison charged in and started to jab away, avoiding Vader's punches and would kick to his ribs, continuing to move around the ring, ducking his punches and even roped him into the corner, Morrison catching him with a few kicks as Vader charged in, getting himself low bridged out of the ring.
Vader rose hitting the apron with his fist, re entering the ring as Morrison ducked a punch, kicking to the ribs then followed up with an ensiguri, following that up with a running leg lariat, a flying elbow then a whirling inverted spinkick to the jaw, Vader rolling to the outside kicking the barricade in frustration as Bobby checked on him.
Morrison drew a line on the ring as Vader climbed in a second time, going after Morrison but missed a punch, Jomo springboarding off the rope with a dropkick then a hard spinkick over the side of the head, Vader stumbling to the corner.
Morrison would climb up and hit to his head but was pushed off, like a pitbull he was on him again, hitting to his head and was pushed off, charging in but Vader took his head off with a clothesline. Vader dropped and elbow over the throat and pulled him up, clubbing hard to his spine before tossing him to the ropes and slammed him with a snap powerslam.
Mounting him, Vader would hit hard right hands to his head, dragging him up by the throat and tossed him to the corner, now hitting hard shots to his ribs and across the head. With a violent toss, Morrison smacked off the buckle and was splashed in the corner, getting tossed off to the other even harder, smacking off and was dropped with a bodyslam.
Vader ran off the rope and leapt, splashing down upon Morrison's ribs but quickly rose and dropped back first upon his ribs, dragging him up and rose him for a powerbomb, holding him in the air and would move to the edge of the ropes and tossed him right to the floor.
Morrison laid flat upon the floor, Bobby yelling at him he was getting what was coming to him, Vader rolling to the outside and pulled him up by the hair, holding him in his arms and rammed his spine into the steel post, pulling back and did it a second time, raising him up and dropped him rib first over the steel railing.
The ref tried to get him back into the ring as Vader pulled Morrison up, tossing him hard backfirst into the railing, grabbing him by the feet and would strongman swing him head first into the steel stairs.
Morrison held his head but Vader was far from done, pulling him up by the hair and would drag him, setting him on his shoulders and would toss him with great strength right into the steel post. Vader pulled him up, raising him for a gorilla press and dropped him rib first against the apron, following that up with a clothesline knocking him out of his boots.
The camera would zoom in as Morrison was cut over the skull, blood starting to trickle down as Vader tossed him into the ring, dropping hard elbows over the back and would punch to the back of his head, pulling him up and would headbutt him to the corner, setting him on top and would just toss him off the top rope.
Morrison was vertical for a second before Vader clotheslined him down, coming off the rope with a legdrop over the throat, covering him only for a two. Vader dragged him up, holding him in a headlock and would punch to his head opening that wound even more before ramming his head into the turnbuckle.
He would hit hard shots to his ribs then used his knees to them, tossing Morrison out with a hiptoss then another hard clothesline, Morrison rolling to the outside needing a breather. Heenan would start to berate him on the outside the ref yelling at him to back off as Vader got to the floor, pulling Morrison up and bodyslammed him hard upon the floor.
He would yell out in victory tossing him into the ring, slowly moving along the apron and would climb the top rope. Vader got his balance and lord knew what he was going to try, calling Morrison up whom exploded off the canvas, using the rope and caught him with a kick across the head, Vader losing his balance and fell upon the apron.
Bobby moved over checking if he was okay, Vader getting to a vertical base as Morrison ran like the wind, leaping with a cross body as Vader caught him but fell backfirst through the announce table.
Morrison rose up stumbling but yelled out like a wild man, moving to the ring as Vader pulled himself up through the wreckage, Morrison hammering him with elbows to the head, Vader pushing him back but Morrison charged back in, getting a backbody drop right into the crowd. Vader broke open the barricade, going into the crowd and would hit to Morrison's head, pushing a few fans out of their seats to get to him, grabbing him by the throat and rose him up, tossing him over the barricade back to ringside.
Morrison rolled into the ring, holding his back as Vader hit him from behind, raising him up and slammed him with a rib breaker over the knee, doing it a second time, coming off the rope with an elbow over the throat, pulling Morrison up right into and inverted torture rack, putting pressure more so on those ribs with him laying on his back.
Morrison would struggle a bit, trying to fight out but Vader had that powergame, jumping some to apply more pressure as Morrison shook his head no. Vader had enough after holding him for a minute, dropping him chest first upon the canvas then clotheslined his head off, covering only for two.
Vader was getting tired of this, pulling him up by the hair hitting along his back then his ribs, raising him up for a suplex and held him up for a full minute before dropping him down, Morrison rising holding his back as Vader punched to him like a boxer, hitting him with an uppercut out of the ring to the apron.
Vader moved over, pulling him by the hair as Morrison quickly caught him off guard with a rope guillotine, making his move and would springboard off the rope with a DDT but Vader counter slammed him with spinebuster.
He would pull him up, moving Morrison to the corner and would start hitting him with haymakers and shots to the ribs, tossing him to the other and charged in, Morrison blasting him in the face with a boot, climbing the top rope and leapt with a cross body as Vader caught him.
Vader slammed him with a fallaway slam, Morrison stumbling up leaning against the ropes, looking at Vader and told him to shove it. He came in as Morrison caught him with a kick to the ribs, a knee to the ribs, coming off the rope with a flying elbow, going for a bodyslam but Vader shifted his weight, dropping Morrison with a single underhook suplex.
Vader grabbed him by the foot to the center of the ring, moving over to the top rope and would start to climb. Bobby warned him not to do that, lining up his shot and leapt with a Vadersault..but missed.
Morrison rolled out of the way just in time, using the rope to pull himself up as Vader rose and charged, getting low bridged to the outside. He rolled to his feet as Morrison pulled himself up and caught him with a baseball slide to the chest, hitting to his head as Vader caught him and rammed him back first into the steel post. He would follow up with a vicious hiptoss across the floor, climbing upon the apron.
He would look down at him, shaking his head and ran along the apron, leaping off with a bodysplash and crashed down upon Morrison's ribs. He would cough heavily as Vader tossed him into the ring, the ref asking if he wanted to give up but Vader clocked Morrison over the head, dropping an elbow over the back of the neck before pulling him up.
He lined him up and rose him up for a powerbomb but Morrison started hitting to his face, landing behind him and came in for a Nitroblast, Vader catching the foot and dropped him with a capture suplex. He wouldn't stop dropping Morrison with a side snap suplex then a body avalanche in the corner.
Vader would back away a bit as Morrison forced himself up, calling Vader on as he charged in hitting him with a second body avalanche followed by a hiptoss out of the corner. Morrison got a burst of adrenaline, charging in hitting hard elbows to his head as Vader headbutted him back, one hard hit to the ribs then gorilla pressed him up, tossing him to lay right upon the buckle.
Vader climbed up, pulling Morrison upon his shoulders and leapt off the rope with a super samoan drop. Oh the impact alone was impactful as Vader rose, seeing Morrison struggle to the rope, Heenan yelling at him to finish him as he walked over, pulling Morrison up for a running powerslam, charging but Morrison slipped behind him, having him ram into the buckle then clocked him over the head with a running spin kick.
Vader was rocked, shaking his head as Morrison would kick at the knee, getting a running start and would dropkick the knee, dropping Vader then caught him with the running knee right to the face. Morrison quickly leapfrogging off the rope with a spinning cannonball splash over his face, rolling to his feet and caught Vader right in the jaw with a kick.
He knocked him to the corner, going after him but Vader would backbody drop him to the outside, but Morrison held onto the rope, catching him with a kick across the head and climbed the top rope, leaping and dropped Vader with a Tornado DDT.
He spun to his feet, wiping the blood from his forehead and moved to a corner, calling his shot and waited, getting his foot ready and came in for the NitroThunder Spinkick...but Vader caught him in midmotion, raising him up and slammed him with a pressslam, slowly pulling Morrison over to the corner as he would start to climb up the rope.
He would start to bounce up and down, leaping for the Vaderbomb...but missed. Morrison rolled out of the ring quickly to the top rope, blasting Vader with a missile dropkick, a kick to the stomach then a kick to the knee dropping him down, snapping him down with a rolling snapping neckbreaker, Morrison climbing the top rope, coming off with Starship Pain right upon his face.
He rolled back, lining his shot up and came in with the Nitroblast but Vader caught him and wth one arm hoisted him up and tossed him violently to the buckle, Vader coming in but Morrison would dropkick the knee then blasted him with a running knee over the face.
Morrison would charge full speed, using his body like a missile and would spear the knee right from out of him, rolling to the outside upon the apron lining his shot up when Heenan grabbed his foot. Morrison turned and kicked him off but Vader grabbed him from behind, latching on tightly and pulled him inside with an inverted Suplex but Morrison countered that right into a sleeper.
He latched on for dear life, Vader swinging his arms trying to toss him off as Morrison held on. Vader would start to lose steam, dropping down to a knee as Morrison kept squeezing, dropping him down to both knees, Bobby screaming from the apron that he was choking him, the ref making to push him off as Vader tossed Morrison off. He got a full head of steam, coming in as Morrison and the ref moved out of the way, Heenan getting clobbered right to the floor.
Vader turned right into the NitroThunder cresent kick, shaking his head as Morrison then nailed him with the Flying Chuck, Vader wobbly as Morrison was ready, watching him turn and came in with the Nitroblast....but Vader caught the leg and pulled him upon his shoulders dropping him with an electric chair.
Dammit, all that momentum gone and Vader was right back in the drivers seat, rising up and started to remove his gloves, not fooling around anymore tossing them to the floor, pulling Morrison up by the hair and gave him one hard shot to the ribs sending him to his knees. Vader pulled him up again and leveled him with a haymaker to the head knocking Morrison to lay against the ropes.
Vader would hit to the ribs and spine like a boxer would, headbutting the back of his head and tossed him to the ropes, dropping him down with a belly to belly suplex, rising up and pointed his thumb down, pulling Morrison up and just dropped him with a powerbomb. He towered over him like a true monster, Morrison grabbing his knee, pulling himself slowly up as Vader grabbed him by the hair, looking into his eyes and bloodstained face, saying he was taking this title belt as Morrison sprang to life catching him with a dropkick.
Vader came in with a punch as Morrison would duck starting to jab away at him, avoiding his punches until getting a knee to the ribs, Vader picking him up for a running powerbomb but Morrison slid behind him, catching Vader with a Pele'Kick over the side of the face.
Vader leaned against the ropes as Morrison came in hitting him with a european uppercut, then another one and a third one, Vader trying to fight back but Morrison kicked to the ribs, the spine, the back of the knee, using his speed and actually dropped Vader with a spinning elbow over the head.
Morrison couldn't waist time, climbing the top rope and poised like a wild animal, Heenan again climbing the apron as the ref made to push him off, Vader coming in as Morrison leapt and rolled over him, coming in for the Nitroblast...but Vader caught the foot. He would shake his head no, Morrison struggling here as Vader came in for a shortarm clothesline but Morrison ducked, using the momentum and dropkicked Heenan to the floor.
Vader catching him from behind, tossing him with a german suplex but Morrison landed on his feet, coming off the rope and blasted him with a flying elbow then would kip up. He would kick at the rope and moved to the corner, calling Vader up knowing he had it this time, watching him rise and stomped his foot on the ground, cocked and ready...as Heenan grabbed his foot.
Morrison kicking him away warning him one final time as Vader caught him with a body avalanche NO, Morrison moved just in time, watching Vader rebound off and blasted him with the Nitroblast...but he didn't fall. Vader leaned against the rope as Morrison watched him pull off and caught him with a second Nitroblast....Vader still not off his feet.
He leaned chest first against the rope, looking dazed as Morrison just had to hit one more, watching Vader turn and came in, missing and got his foot caught in the rope, Vader latching him from behind, dropping him with a release german suplex, quickly running to the buckle and climbed up and leapt off with the Vaderbomb, covering Morrison, 1-2..No!
Vader rose up in shock, grabbing his mask and tossed it away, ripping the top portion of his singlet off as he was fuming pissed, getting in a football stance and charged in, Morrison leapfrogging over Vader and on the rebound blasted him with the Third Nitroblast, Vader falling upon his back as Morrison quickly covered him, 1-2-3!
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still NWA World Champion, John Morrison."
He didn't even get up to celebrate as he just laid over Vader completely exhausted, having spent the last bit of adrenaline kicking out and firing back to score the win, the ref actually having to help pull Morrison off of Vader making sure he was okay.
It took a moment but Morrison slowly rose to his feet using the ropes, getting a hold of his title belt and rose it up, barely having the strength to do that as he would sit in the corner trying to catch his breath after the brutal battle, Bobby holding his head in his hands realizing he just lost big money here tonight as Morrison foiled him once again.
Morrison slowly rising up and moved to the center of the ring where Vader had turned him around, seeing the World Title in his hands looking like he was ready to deck him, the ref trying to stay inbetween them as Vader moved him aside, being a sportsman and extended his hand to him.
Reluctantly Morrison would shake it, having just earned the respect of Vader whom quietly ducked out of the ring and headed up the ramp, Morrison taking the champions spotlight, climbing the rope and yelled the best he could the year of the Rockstar lived on and into the hard camera, he was Starrcade Champion Bound as SuperBrawl would fade to black.
Venue : US Airways Arena - Phoenix, Arizona
Dark Matches:
LOD def. Harlem Heat
Taka def. Tiger Mask IV
CM Punk def. Christopher Daniels -- Feast or Fired
MsChif def. Winter
"Good evening folks, Live from the Desert of Phoenix Arizona, Welcome to the new Fall Classic, welcome to SuperBrawl. Hello everyone I'm Gorilla Monsoon if you saw the two preview matches you already know you're in for one hell of a show tonight, with me tonight, Jesse Ventura."
"It's hotter than hell outside and even hotter in this arena, we have a massive grudge match, a Texas Death Match and a World Title Bout, these fans are already crazy after the two preview matches and the dark special match that we gave them eariler."
"That's right Jess Macho Man against Joey Mercury, Windham against Chono for the United States title, and John Morrison against Vader for the World Title, it's a fever pitch it's going to be intense and I think tonight we might just crown a new champion."
"Champion or not Monsoon I think Morrison and Chono are going to have to fight and claw to retain tonight and Mercury, you're in for a world of hurt my friend."
"Well the fireworks have been let off and the NitroGirls have cleared the stage lets take you to the ring for our opening contest."
"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to SuperBrawl, this opening contest scheduled for one fall will have a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, lead down the aisle by his manager Melina, from Los Angeles, weighing in at 224 lbs, Joey Mercury. And his opponent, lead down the aisle by the first lady of Wrestling Miss Elizabeth, from Sarasota Florida, weighing in at 230 lbs, Macho Man Randy Savage."
Both women would remove the robes off of their men, Melina massaging Mercury's shoulders with a grin while Savage pointed to the corner as Liz would stand and watch, both of them stretching as the bell sounded.
Both men locked up as Savage pushed him to the corner, Mercury ducking a punch and fired away with a few cheap shots, backing away and dropped Randy with a droptoe hold, locking in a side headlock until he was tossed off. Mercury locked up again, pushing Savage to the corner and caught him with a slap to the face, backing away slowly and stole a kiss from Melina, calling Savage on.
They locked up a third time as Randy locked him in a hammerlock, tossing him shoulder first into the buckle then dropped him with a backbody drop, following up with a clothesline, a haymaker, another haymaker then a hiptoss, going for a swing but Mercury rolled to the outside.
Melina checked his face as Savage moved to the floor, Mercury using her as a shield, pushing her forward and slid into the ring, Savage going after him but he was stomped on, Mercury pounding on him and came off the rope, missing the clothesline as Savage caught him with a dropkick then a headlock takedown, Mercury scissoring the head to fight out, catching him with a kick right to the chest following up with a flapjack.
Mercury spun to his feet, coming off the rope and hit a running knee over the back of the head, climbing the top rope and blasted Savage with a missile dropkick, locking in a front face lock. He would squeeze and wrench on him using his legs to keep the pressure on, Savage slowly rising up, ramming him into the buckle and would hit hard shots over his head, tossing him to the other but Mercury irish whipped catching him with a belly to belly.
He came off the rope with a baseball slide, knocking Savage to the outside as he slowly rose with a pose in the center of the ring, getting a running start and would baseball slide again, kicking Savage into the barricade then rammed his head into the steel stairs, doing the signature Savage point in the air then dropped him with a bulldog on the floor.
He would toss Savage into the ring, hitting him with three big elbows then a stomp to the face, dragging him up and would drop him with a suplex, spinning to his feet coming off the rope with a whirling legdrop, pinning arrogantly for a two.
He pulled him up slowly, locking him in a side headlock while punching to his face, using the rope to kick off and dropped him with a headlock takedown, squeezing nice and tight. Savage slowly got to his feet, breaking out with a back suplex, rising to his feet but took an ensiguri over the side of the head, Mercury quickly climbing the top rope, leaping off with a 450 Bomb, landing back first upon Savage's ribs with another arrogant cover for two.
He pulled him up for a powerbomb, trying to raise him up but Savage blocked it three times, dropping him with a backbody drop, getting his barrings and caught Mercury with a back elbow then a clothesline over the ropes to the outside.
Melina helped him up trying to get his head back in the game as Savage came off the top rope with a double axe right over the back of his head, sending him rib first right into the barricade followed by a bodyslam. Melina would jump on his back, trying to claw at his eyes but Randy flung her off, pointing the finger at her as she started to back peddal, Savage turning right into a shot to the ribs then head first into the steel post.
Mercury was back in the game, tossing Savage into the ring and caught him with a springboard clothesline, rolling up and connected with a leg lariat knocking him to the corner. Mercury moved fast, kicking hard to his ribs then started to punch at his head, sending him to the other buckle hard, charging in but Savage took his head off on the rebound with a clothesline.
Mercury flipped out of his boots on that one as Savage caught him with an inverted atomic drop...twice, snapping him down with a DDT. Savage drug him up, hitting hard haymakers to the ropes, Mercury blocking like a boxer would getting a knee to the ribs then headbutted for his troubles, Savage climbing the rope and would hit ten punches to his head. Savage tossed him to the buckle, watching Mercury smack off then drove him down hard with a spinning back suplex, going for the cover but Mercury rolled to the outside.
Melina tried to revive him as Savage leapt over the rope to the outside, Melina holding her hand out telling him to wait a moment, Savage pointing the finger at her then grabbed her by the hair, tossing her out of the way going after Mercury whom started to flee, Savage chasing after him as he got a hold of Elizabeth.
Savage stopped in his tracks, giving him the deathglare as Mercury held her by the hair then flung her at him, Savage catching her moving her aside as Mercury blasted him right in the jaw with a kick, tossing him into the ring and quickly climbed the top rope, dropping Savage with a wheel kick, covering over for two.
He yelled at the ref moving Randy to the rope and laid his throat over it, stomping on his neck and would stand on him, starting to strangle him as the ref pulled him off warning him, Melina coming over and gave him a hard slap over the face for good measure, Mercury finishing Savage off with a neck whip off the rope followed by a diving clothesline, again only for two.
Melina would pound on the mat causing the crowd to stomp along, Savage coming to life out of a sleeper, fighting out and took to the rope but Mercury caught him with a dropkick, mounting and started to punch at him.
Pulling away he rose his hands up, telling the crowd what he thought of them and waited in the corner, charging in with a spinkick and connected over the back of the head, Savage stumbling chest first into the buckle. Mercury would set him on top, climbing up in front of him, looking to go for a super sunset flip..but Savage blocked it, dropping Mercury with a superplex.
Both men slowly rose up, going to clubbing blows back and for, Randy winning with an elbow to the head followed by a rope guillotine, climbing the apron when Melina grabbed his foot. Savage would kick her off then got his head kicked off by Mercury. Savage lay on the apron as he was dragged inside, Mercury climbing the top rope, leaping off with a moonsault, covering for only for two.
He got in the refs face on that one, turning his attention back and blasted Savage in the face with a running knee, climbing the top rope and waited, calling his shot and leapt off with a cross body but Savage ducked. He rose holding his stomach, Savage catching him with hard punches then a clothesline, another clothesline, a bodyslam, a hiptoss then finished off with a gorilla press, slamming him down hard. Mercury stumbled up getting tackled to the buckle, Savage tossing him and tackled him again, tossing him back and tackled him a third time, tossing him for the forth but Irish Whipped him back right for a clothesline but Mercury slid under the legs, leapfrogging off the rope with a dropkick but Savage caught the legs and would slingshot him out of the ring.
Mercury rose up, waving it off and started to leave the ringside area, having enough as he walked away with Melina. Savage wasn't letting him off that easy, going up the ramp and clobbered him from behind, ramming him into the barricade then dragged him back to the ring and flung him inside. Mercury held his hands up getting a kick to the ribs then an uppercut to the corner, Savage going to follow up but was gouged in the eye then dropped with a flying neckbreaker, Mercury locking in a sleeper.
Liz leaned over, trying to will Savage on but Melina grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the barricade. She called her a whore and told her to keep out of it, Savage just exploding out of the sleeper with a stunner, rolling out of the ring as Melina started to flee for her life..until Savage caught her by the hair.
She would swipe at him as Randy, lets face it, was going to kill her..until he was hit from behind by Mercury, beating upon his back and tossed him into the ring, dropping Savage with a spinning headscissor, going for a splash in the corner but Savage dodged.
Mercury smacking off as he was dropped down with a piledriver, Savage moving to the ropes, raising the fingers up but Melina got on the apron, the ref trying to push her down as it gave Mercury a chance to quickly climb up, dropping Savage with a super hurricanrana.
Mercury rose up, hitting his chest and knew it was over, picking Savage up and dropped him with the MercuryRising Sit Out Powerbomb, covering....for two.
He rose up, kicking the rope and yelled at Melina to 'get a fucking chair' pulling Savage up and slammed him to the mat, setting him on top and would hit to his back, Melina pushing the time keeper out of his chair, folding it up when she was tackled by Liz. She would start punching the shit out of her, Mercury during the distraction got caught with a bodyslam, Savage moving to the top rope and leapt off with the flying elbow, covering...for three.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner, Macho Man Randy Savage."
Savage rolled to the floor pulling Liz off of Melina whom scampered off fleeing for her life along with Mercury whom had enough. Savage and Liz moving into the ring, ready for round two as the ref rose his hand up, the Madness Reigned Supreme Tonight on SuperBrawl as they headed up the ramp as we prepare for the next bout.
"Ladies and Gentlemen I'm standing back here waiting on the arrival, there he is the winner Macho Man Randy Savage, scoring a huge win tonight over Joey Mercury finally putting the fued to rest, might I inquire what are the future plans for the Macho Man."
"Future plans are a lot like Miss Elizabeth in a street fight, you never see it coming but surprised when you are so for that very reason, Joseph Mercury and his nagging STD of a woman Melina just got the worst case of the Madness driven right through them yeah. As far as the future holds for the Macho Man, hmm yeah, well lets just say, it's been a long time since the Maistro of Madness, The Messiah of Machismo held Gold around his waist yeah, and I think it's high time that perhaps, tomorrow night at open fight night, the Macho Man MIGHT be making a challenge."
"Are you implying what I think you're implying Macho?"
"100% Corre-"
He was then hit hard and slammed into a wall by the Big Red Machine Kane whom started to beat upon him, Kevin calling out for security as Kane started to choke and beat upon him, grabbing Savage by the hair and tossed him through one of the office windows. From what the camera picked up he was cut over the head, Liz going to help but Kane grabbed her by the hair..and started to drag her off, Sullivan yelling at Kane to take the shrew as Liz was heard screaming for Randy to help as we quickly cut to a promo.
[Promo]
"Hope to see that guy in the ring soon but wow, out of one fued into another, what does Kane want with Miss Elizabeth? ."
"Well it's not like either one of them talk but Gorilla, Miss Elizabeth is Savage's greatest strength and weakness, for anyone in his direct path they're about to get engulfed by the Madness, what Kane has instore Elizabeth I only hope there's enough rehab for that."
"I'm not even sure on that one, right now lets take you back to the interview area amiss all the pandamonium and chaos as Kevin Kelly is with Barry Windham."
Cameras cut to the back with Kevin Kelly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, James J. Dillon, and Barry Windham. In just a few moments, gentlemen, Mr. Windham must face off against the United States Champion in what will possibly be the most brutal match in NWA history-"
"Put the goddamn microphone to my mouth before I beat the shit out of you and leave you in the dirt with the rest of the washed up bastards I've left in my path you little pile of human waste. The fact of the matter is this, you little bastard, and every other person out in that arena sitting on their asses, actually thinking that Chono has a chance... you can go out there and ask any one of those half-brained jackasses who the Four Horsemen are, and they'll tell you that it's Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Ole Anderson, and Tully Blanchard. That's all well and good, and God bless ya, Ole, and I hope you're watching, because I'm gonna make you proud, but those people did what EVERYONE else has done. They forgot that Barry Windham is a Horseman. Let met tell you bastards sitting in those chairs that are screaming underneath your fat asses, and you people in TV land that pay to see the Four Horsemen kick people's asses, and Chono, you made this mistake too: Forgetting that Barry Windham is one of the Four Horsemen is THE SINGLE BIGGEST mistake you can make in your ENTIRE life, and when you make a mistake with your life on the line, like it will be in the Texas Deathmatch, the price must be paid... and the price of making a mistake against the Four Horsemen is the price of being buried six feet under the rubble of whatever shit hole I LEAVE YOU IN! This interview is over, now get to stepping, you little bastard!" Barry would shove Kevin out of the frame as we cut back to ringside.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Texas Deathmatch for the NWA United States Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, led to the ring by his manager, J. J. Dillon, from Sweetwater, Texas, weighing in at 237 lbs, he is a member of the Four Horsemen, "The Widowmaker," Barry Windham!
Barry Windham entered the ring, flashing four fingers to the crowd before turining it into the one finger salute, pulling out a pair of brass knuckles from his cowboy boots and sticking them onto his fist, waiting for Chono to bust through the curtain. The lights would dim as smoke would fill the stage... a pair of headlights blasting through.
"Introducing his opponent, from Mitaka, Tokyo, Japan, he weighs in at 230 lbs. He is the reigning and defending NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
Chono entered the ring with a Four Horsemen t-shirt over his shoulder, before sticking it onto his baseball bat and lifting it into the air. Chono then pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lighting the shirt on fire, before throwing it over the top rope to the floor! Chono reached up, pulling his sunglasses off his face with his middle finger extended, right in Windham's face, as Windham charged with the knucks, Chono charging in and spearing Barry down, punching right at his face, the knucks going flying as the bell sounded and we were off and running!
Barry countered this, rolling Chono onto his back, hammering down on him, as the two men broke off, scrambling up to their feet, just trading closed fists right into each other... rights and lefts all around, this resembled more of an MMA street fight than a wrestling match, as Chono went down to the body, then delivered a stiff uppercut right to Windham's nose, busting it open and probably breaking it already! Windham was rocked to the ropes as Chono clotheslined him over the top to the floor, Windham landing on his feet, turning around to the fans and throwing one of them out of their chair, grabbing a hold of it!
Chono exited the ring and Barry swung for the fences, Chono ducking the chair shot and kicking Barry in the gut, firing him right into the steel stairs, knocking them across the floor and separating them! Chono picked up the chair, aiming for Windham's face, but J.J. got in between them, and Chono just walloped him in the head with the steel chair! No one was safe in this match as Barry picked up the stairs and launched them right into Chono's face, knocking him right down! Barry placed the stairs onto Chono's chest and jumped on them, crushing Chono underneath! He picked him up and launched him into the guardrail back first!
Chono was in deep pain as Windham clotheslined him over the railing into the first row. Windham hopped the railing, pulling his fist back, threatening to nail any fan that got close to him, as Chono got back to his feet and walked to the back wall near the cameras. Windham would follow suit, beating Chono up the stairs, knocking him towards the tech table. Chono pulled himself up with the table, quickly grabbing a TV monitor and shattering it over Windham's head, lacerating his head! Chono wasn't screwing around as he grabbed the steel trash can, slamming it down on Windham's back hard, Windham reeling in pain, as he got back up to his feet, backing against the wall. Chono grabbed one of the security railings and charged, but Windham blasted Chono in the face with a huge boot, Chono dropping the railing.
Barry was busted up bad, but he wasn't slowing down, as he grabbed Chono and slammed him face first into the wall, before Irish whipping him right into the giant amplifier, knocking it over! Chono reeled back right into Windham, who picked him up and belly to belly suplexed him right through the tech table! This was going everywhere fast, as Barry picked him back up and DDT'ed him right onto the concrete floor! He got back up, wiping the blood from his face, then licking it right off his hand, screaming out "HORSEMAN'S RULES!" He dragged Chono back up, bringing him toward the ramp, launching him back over the railing to the ringside area, dragging him up the ramp.
Chono woke up, bashing Windham in the face with a huge right hand, rocking him back, but Windham wouldn't be deterred, just battering Chono back with rights, as these two just battered each other, Chono again winning the battle, knocking Barry back to the ring, charging at him, but Windham flapjacked him right into the steel post! Chono was busted wide open after that, as Barry got back up and screamed out again, the adrenaline just rushing through him!
"This is crazy! This is absolutely crazy, this match needs to be stopped!"
"I disagree, Monsoon! This is what both these guys signed up for, and this is my kind of match! No rules, let them fight it out and see which one is the better man! This is what it's all about, and nobody can stop it!"
Chono was rolled back into the ring as Barry pulled out a leather strap from underneath the ring. He stood over Chono, screaming at him that he was the rightful US Champion, as he wrapped the belt around his neck, choking him out. The referee screamed at him, but he was powerless to do anything about it, as Barry just kept on dragging Chono around the ring with the belt, Chono struggling to get back to his feet. Chono got to the ropes, the referee ordering the break, but Barry refused to let go, shoving the referee back with his free hand, as Chono fired a low blow behind him, nailing Windham hard! Windham doubled over, letting go of the belt, as Chono was able to free himself, trying to get his wind back about him, grabbing a hold of the belt.
He lashed Barry across his bare back with the belt, leaving welt after welt, time and time again, not letting up for a minute! Barry got back to his feet in the corner, Chono swinging the belt in circles over his head, before lashing Windham across the face! He fired Barry out to the far corner, catching him with a spinning heel kick on the way out, Barry quickly scrambling back up to his feet and swinging with a clothesline, but missing, as Chono hooked him up, nailing him with a full nelson slam! Chono got back to his feet, shouting out loudly as he ran to the corner, literally ripping the top turnbuckle pad off.
He picked Windham up on his shoulder, going for snake eyes on the exposed buckle, but Barry fought out of it, shooting Chono to the corner, but Chono slammed on the brakes, catching Barry coming in with a back elbow, knocking him down. Chono ascended up to the top rope, turning around and nailing Windham with a flying shoulder block, but it was turned into a big time powerslam, the impact shaking the ring, as Windham was thrown right off of Chono from the powerslam! Windham rolled up to his feet, falling out of the ring, grabbing the steel stairs and sliding them into the ring. Chono got back to his feet, hitting a dropkick into the stairs, sending them right into Windham's face!
Windham wasn't moving, as the referee slid outside the ring to see if he was responsive, but he shoved the referee back, obviously being responsive, as Chono slowly got back up to his feet, the blood pouring from his head as he looked down at his victim. He ran off the far ropes and leapt with a suicide dive, but Barry nailed him in the face with the brass knuckles, knocking him out of the air! The referee ran over to Chono, as Barry screamed in agony, he probably broke his hand with that shot, as Chono was knocked out, but was somehow still responding. He told the referee not to end the match, Barry throwing the knuckles down, screaming at his broken hand. He reached down and grabbed a steel pipe, sliding it into the ring, sliding underneath soon after, waiting for Chono to rise.
Chono pulled himself up slowly, the blood really cascading down his face, Chono and Windham both wearing the crimson masks tonight, as Chono crawled into the ring, Windham extending his arms out, almost feeling the rain of boos on his skin, as he just reveled in it, Chono crawling to him slowly, a trail of blood following him as Barry Windham looked down at him, raising the pipe in his hands, spinning and twirling it, almost as if he were looking for the perfect spot to blast him with it. He rose it over his head, ready to bring it down, when Chono quickly grabbed him in a double leg takedown, slingshotting him into the exposed buckle, but again, Windham put on the brakes, charging at Chono, who leveled him right in the gut with the pipe! Chono ran off the ropes, nailing Windham with the Yakuza kick, knocking him out!
The referee slid down to Windham, talking to him, getting ready to ring the bell... when Windham... started to pull himself up to his feet! Chono was down on all fours, turning around, audibly cursing out in Japanese, he thought that was it, as he slowly pulled himself up in the far corner, approaching Windham who was pulling himself up by the ropes, the blood just flowing from his forehead, as Chono closed in, he fired a low blow, but Chono caught his leg, staring right into Windham's bloody face, as he spun him around, missing with a clothesline, as Barry came running at him, Chono turning around and flapjacking him right into the exposed buckle! Windham held his face in pain as Chono slowly, slowly pulled himself up on the apron, ready to leap, but Barry kicked the referee into the ropes, Chono crotching the top rope!
Barry pulled himself up, screaming out again... somehow, he had gotten another burst of adrenaline as he rose up and roared, closing the distance and nailing Chono with a mighty European uppercut, then a Ric Flair style chop to the throat, reeling Chono back on the top rope. He followed up on top, hooking him up for a superplex, lifting off, and drilling him down in the center of the ring, floating over with it and punching Chono repeatedly in the head right after the superplex, just coming off of him, Chono's blood all over his fist, as Chono... sprang up!
Chono got back to his feet and slapped Barry right in the face, as Barry turned around and slapped Chono, as the two men just started trading fists back and forth again! Fists and slaps and chops and kicks in the center of the ring, blood and sweat flying, as Chono whipped Windham into the exposed buckle back first, then hit him with a belly to belly suplex, no, it was countered into a jawbreaker by Windham, leveling him with a clothesline, no Chono back dropped Windham over the top, but Windham landed on the apron, coming back into the ring from the top rope, but Chono caught him with a right hand to the midsection, Barry falling to his knees.
Chono ascended the top again, going for another shoulder block, but Windham caught him with powder right in the eyes! Chono crotched the rope again, as Windham climbed back up, hooking him up for another superplex, but this time, he went all the way to the top! He lifted off, but Chono held onto the rung, not budging, as he fought back with elbows to the stomach, then a palm thrust right to the chest, Barry's breath catching right in his lungs, stunning him! Chono wiped the powder from his eyes... then looked behind him at the floor below... hooking Windham up!
"NO! Chono, don't do it! The title's not worth this!"
"Monsoon, don't reason with him, just get the hell outta here!"
Chono lifted off, superplexing Windham straight off the top rope, through the announce table as Jesse shoved Gorilla on his ass, knocking him out of the way, just BARELY escaping disaster himself as Chono and Windham crashed through the table! The carnage was maddening, blood and gore, weapons and warriors, guts and entrails everywhere as Chono and Windham lay in the wreck of the table, the referee unable to stop the match as there was no clear winner, so he just had to let it go! The fans exploded, willing Chono back to his feet as he pulled himself from the wreckage of the table, screaming out as he got back to his feet, then fell right back down, holding himself up on the apron... as Barry Windham pulled himself up to his feet!
Chono slid into the ring slowly, not knowing that Windham was back up, armed with one of the monitors. Chono slowly got back to his feet as Windham entered the ring slowly, cracking the monitor over the back of Chono's head! He tossed the monitor out, then exited the ring, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Gorilla and Jesse finally got back on headset.
"Jesse, what the hell is he gonna do with those?"
"I don't know, Monsoon, are you okay? I mean, that was utterly maddening! I've never seen anything like this in my entire life!"
Windham put the cuffs on Chono's wrists, locking them in place, as Chono struggled to get to his feet... Windham pulling off his elbow pad! He screamed out to Chono "SIX FEET UNDER!" and clobbered him with the Widowmaker! Chono was out cold, as Windham stood over him, screaming at him, the referee trying to get him back, but Windham was just laying the badmouth on him, shoving the referee on his ass! He grabbed the ref by the collar of his shirt and threw him at Chono, telling him to end the match now. Chono looked at the referee... and said no! He wasn't gonna end it!
Windham was in shock, but a sick, sinister smile crept across his face, as he loaded up one more time in the corner, swinging his arm out slowly, getting ready to launch another Windowmaker lariat, as he lunged, swinging to decapitate Chono, but Chono ducked it, kicking Windham with the Yakuza kick, knocking him down and out, but Chono fell to his back as well, still being cuffed! The fans exploded in cheers, but soon turned to boos as Tully Blanchard sprinted down to the ring with a steel chair, going to knock Chono's head off, but he was intercepted as he slid into the ring by Mitsuharu Misawa, who dropkicked the chair right into Blanchard's face!
"What the hell is going on, Monsoon??"
"Misawa is saving his friend from being crucified at the hands of the Four Horsemen!"
Misawa chopped away at Blanchard, but the cavalry wasn't done arriving as Arn Anderson slid into the ring, tire iron in hand, charging at Chono, aiming for his face, when from under the ring, he was intercepted and nailed across the chest with a two handed chop from a hooded individual! Arn dropped the tire iron and was hit out of the ring... with a Burning Sword Chop! The man pulled off his robe and hood!
"Monsoon! That's the WWF's Kenta Kobashi! What in the hell is he doing here???"
The building EXPLODED as yes, Kenta Kobashi and Mitsuharu Misawa fought off the Four Horsemen, protecting Chono from another crucifixion... but the cavalry wasn't finished yet, as yes indeed, as expected, the leader of the Four Horsemen, Ric Flair himself came down to the ring with a steel chair in hand, getting ready to enter the ring and blast Chono's head straight off his shoulders, but he didn't make it far as from the crowd, he was blinded with red mist from Keiji Mutoh! Mutoh hopped the railing, chopping and blasting Flair back up the ramp, keeping him away from ringside... but in the ring, Chono got back up to his feet, as Barry Windham had grabbed the tire iron... hiding it under his forearm! Chono turned around into the Widowmaker with the tire iron... and ducked underneath it as he kicked Barry right between the legs, then nailed a Shining Yakuza Kick, knocking Barry Windham straight out of the ring! Chono got back to his feet, looking down at Windham, who somehow... was getting back up to his feet!
Chono backed up into the corner, waiting for Windham to get back into the ring, as these two gladiators were just beaten beyond recognition at this point in time, but Windham turned his back to Chono, obviously trying to hide something, as he turned around, Chono's and Windham's eyes meeting, as Windham pulled out Chono's baseball bat. Chono swallowed hard, but kept focused, the two men coming out of the corners, circling each other. Chono's hands still behind his back in the handcuffs as Barry was just swinging the bat around in his hands, faking lunges at Chono, as we were finally at a standoff.
Chono started fiddling with his hands... putting on the brass knuckles. Somehow, he had gotten a hold of them, as Windham charged at him, swinging for the fences, but Chono ducked underneath it, and with great strength, pulled his hands apart and broke the handcuffs! He pulled his fist back as Windham turned around, getting nailed dead in the face with the brass knuckles that he himself introduced into the match, as Barry Windham fell to the canvas, completely knocked cold with a loaded right fist! Chono picked up the ball bat and placed his foot on Windham's chest, placing the end of the bat at Barry's throat... as the referee finally called for the bell, Barry Windham was completely unconscious!
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still NWA United States Champion, Masahiro Chono!"
What a war that topped their Uncensored match! Chono and Windham, two battered and bloody gladiators left it all out in the ring as Masahiro Chono, somehow, some way, was able to overcome the toughest challenger to date in The Widowmaker, Barry Windham. Chono nodded down at Barry, perhaps giving a small sign of respect at the challenges that he put forth, before finally walking up the ramp, the ball bat over his shoulder, brass knuckles on his right hand, and the United States Championship firmly grasped in his other hand. He would sling it over his shoulder and turned around, slowly raising the belt up, not even screaming out in victory as both men were just utterly destroyed, as Barry Windham got back to his feet on the outside, looking up the ramp at his adversary, a small smattering of fans applauding Barry for his efforts, as he definitely earned their respect. Windham would walk to the back as Chono finally headed through the curtain, victorious once again, in a war that neither man, nor the fans, would ever forget.
"Oh man was that match intense Jess,"
"I think we need a new table here Gorilla or maybe some steel padding for this next bout coming up."
"We'll get to our feature match in a moment, lets take you to the preview matches earlier tonight, The Legion of Doom kicked things off against Harlem Heat scoring the win over Big Stevie, Taka Michonoku defended the Cruiserweight Championship against Tiger Mask IV, and on the preview for tonight it was MsChif battling against Winter, MsChif able to score the win via inside craddle, and CM Punk defeated Christopher Daniels in a feast or fired match, needless to say we'll miss Daniels, lets take you to a very exclusive interview post match up."
"CM Punk congradulations on your win earlier tonight kicking the show off with a bang it seems you got your stroke back."
"Back? I never lost it, even great champions have to fall once in a while --"
He was cut off looking over to see Prince Devitt.
"Champions falling, you know they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but in my case, it grants me a championship belt, something you haven't touched in quite some time."
"Hey, if you're trying to intrude on my interview time good job, but if you don't watch yourself, I'll put you to sleep and send you packing back to Japan where you're actually relevant."
"Heh, you're funny Punk, the only difference is...if you were in my division, the only one that matters, I would drop you faster than Ric Flair and send your ass packing to whatever Indy Promotion will have you."
"Put your money where your mouth is Devitt, tomorrow night, Nitro, open fight night."
"Challenge accepted."
"Wow folks that's the first time we're seeing that video, Devitt/Punk, tomorrow night that's going to be a hot one for sure...and by the sound of that it's time for the Main Event, both men have been preparing in their locker rooms, we're just minutes away, Jess, any strategy you see for either man."
"Well to be fair Morrison has the speed in this one, he's gotta out wind Vader, power, size, strength, he can't win and Vader MUST stick to a striking wrestling game, if he gives Morrison any ground he's going to run out of gas, I am deffinately giving the edge to Vader on this one."
"You know what I agree with you Jess, he's bigger, he's stronger and Morrison can't stick and move forever a lot of famous boxers won titles like that but this is wrestling, no round breaks and eventually your will or body will give out, lets take you to the ring."
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall is our Main Event Of The Evening."
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"Ladies and Gentlemen this bout sanctioned by the NWA Wrestling Commission is for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, the referee in charge of this bout, Charles Robinson. Standing over to my left, from the Rocky Mountains, weighing in at 450 pounds, the challenger, the man they call, Vader. And standing over to my right, hailing from the Palace of Wisdom, weighing in at 220 lbs he is the reigning NWA World Heavyweight Champion, John, Morrison."
Vader would flex his arms standing in the corner, Morrison handing the belt over and would stretch along the ropes, having crosses on his red pants tonight as the ref rose the belt up and called for the bell.
Morrison charged in and started to jab away, avoiding Vader's punches and would kick to his ribs, continuing to move around the ring, ducking his punches and even roped him into the corner, Morrison catching him with a few kicks as Vader charged in, getting himself low bridged out of the ring.
Vader rose hitting the apron with his fist, re entering the ring as Morrison ducked a punch, kicking to the ribs then followed up with an ensiguri, following that up with a running leg lariat, a flying elbow then a whirling inverted spinkick to the jaw, Vader rolling to the outside kicking the barricade in frustration as Bobby checked on him.
Morrison drew a line on the ring as Vader climbed in a second time, going after Morrison but missed a punch, Jomo springboarding off the rope with a dropkick then a hard spinkick over the side of the head, Vader stumbling to the corner.
Morrison would climb up and hit to his head but was pushed off, like a pitbull he was on him again, hitting to his head and was pushed off, charging in but Vader took his head off with a clothesline. Vader dropped and elbow over the throat and pulled him up, clubbing hard to his spine before tossing him to the ropes and slammed him with a snap powerslam.
Mounting him, Vader would hit hard right hands to his head, dragging him up by the throat and tossed him to the corner, now hitting hard shots to his ribs and across the head. With a violent toss, Morrison smacked off the buckle and was splashed in the corner, getting tossed off to the other even harder, smacking off and was dropped with a bodyslam.
Vader ran off the rope and leapt, splashing down upon Morrison's ribs but quickly rose and dropped back first upon his ribs, dragging him up and rose him for a powerbomb, holding him in the air and would move to the edge of the ropes and tossed him right to the floor.
Morrison laid flat upon the floor, Bobby yelling at him he was getting what was coming to him, Vader rolling to the outside and pulled him up by the hair, holding him in his arms and rammed his spine into the steel post, pulling back and did it a second time, raising him up and dropped him rib first over the steel railing.
The ref tried to get him back into the ring as Vader pulled Morrison up, tossing him hard backfirst into the railing, grabbing him by the feet and would strongman swing him head first into the steel stairs.
Morrison held his head but Vader was far from done, pulling him up by the hair and would drag him, setting him on his shoulders and would toss him with great strength right into the steel post. Vader pulled him up, raising him for a gorilla press and dropped him rib first against the apron, following that up with a clothesline knocking him out of his boots.
The camera would zoom in as Morrison was cut over the skull, blood starting to trickle down as Vader tossed him into the ring, dropping hard elbows over the back and would punch to the back of his head, pulling him up and would headbutt him to the corner, setting him on top and would just toss him off the top rope.
Morrison was vertical for a second before Vader clotheslined him down, coming off the rope with a legdrop over the throat, covering him only for a two. Vader dragged him up, holding him in a headlock and would punch to his head opening that wound even more before ramming his head into the turnbuckle.
He would hit hard shots to his ribs then used his knees to them, tossing Morrison out with a hiptoss then another hard clothesline, Morrison rolling to the outside needing a breather. Heenan would start to berate him on the outside the ref yelling at him to back off as Vader got to the floor, pulling Morrison up and bodyslammed him hard upon the floor.
He would yell out in victory tossing him into the ring, slowly moving along the apron and would climb the top rope. Vader got his balance and lord knew what he was going to try, calling Morrison up whom exploded off the canvas, using the rope and caught him with a kick across the head, Vader losing his balance and fell upon the apron.
Bobby moved over checking if he was okay, Vader getting to a vertical base as Morrison ran like the wind, leaping with a cross body as Vader caught him but fell backfirst through the announce table.
Morrison rose up stumbling but yelled out like a wild man, moving to the ring as Vader pulled himself up through the wreckage, Morrison hammering him with elbows to the head, Vader pushing him back but Morrison charged back in, getting a backbody drop right into the crowd. Vader broke open the barricade, going into the crowd and would hit to Morrison's head, pushing a few fans out of their seats to get to him, grabbing him by the throat and rose him up, tossing him over the barricade back to ringside.
Morrison rolled into the ring, holding his back as Vader hit him from behind, raising him up and slammed him with a rib breaker over the knee, doing it a second time, coming off the rope with an elbow over the throat, pulling Morrison up right into and inverted torture rack, putting pressure more so on those ribs with him laying on his back.
Morrison would struggle a bit, trying to fight out but Vader had that powergame, jumping some to apply more pressure as Morrison shook his head no. Vader had enough after holding him for a minute, dropping him chest first upon the canvas then clotheslined his head off, covering only for two.
Vader was getting tired of this, pulling him up by the hair hitting along his back then his ribs, raising him up for a suplex and held him up for a full minute before dropping him down, Morrison rising holding his back as Vader punched to him like a boxer, hitting him with an uppercut out of the ring to the apron.
Vader moved over, pulling him by the hair as Morrison quickly caught him off guard with a rope guillotine, making his move and would springboard off the rope with a DDT but Vader counter slammed him with spinebuster.
He would pull him up, moving Morrison to the corner and would start hitting him with haymakers and shots to the ribs, tossing him to the other and charged in, Morrison blasting him in the face with a boot, climbing the top rope and leapt with a cross body as Vader caught him.
Vader slammed him with a fallaway slam, Morrison stumbling up leaning against the ropes, looking at Vader and told him to shove it. He came in as Morrison caught him with a kick to the ribs, a knee to the ribs, coming off the rope with a flying elbow, going for a bodyslam but Vader shifted his weight, dropping Morrison with a single underhook suplex.
Vader grabbed him by the foot to the center of the ring, moving over to the top rope and would start to climb. Bobby warned him not to do that, lining up his shot and leapt with a Vadersault..but missed.
Morrison rolled out of the way just in time, using the rope to pull himself up as Vader rose and charged, getting low bridged to the outside. He rolled to his feet as Morrison pulled himself up and caught him with a baseball slide to the chest, hitting to his head as Vader caught him and rammed him back first into the steel post. He would follow up with a vicious hiptoss across the floor, climbing upon the apron.
He would look down at him, shaking his head and ran along the apron, leaping off with a bodysplash and crashed down upon Morrison's ribs. He would cough heavily as Vader tossed him into the ring, the ref asking if he wanted to give up but Vader clocked Morrison over the head, dropping an elbow over the back of the neck before pulling him up.
He lined him up and rose him up for a powerbomb but Morrison started hitting to his face, landing behind him and came in for a Nitroblast, Vader catching the foot and dropped him with a capture suplex. He wouldn't stop dropping Morrison with a side snap suplex then a body avalanche in the corner.
Vader would back away a bit as Morrison forced himself up, calling Vader on as he charged in hitting him with a second body avalanche followed by a hiptoss out of the corner. Morrison got a burst of adrenaline, charging in hitting hard elbows to his head as Vader headbutted him back, one hard hit to the ribs then gorilla pressed him up, tossing him to lay right upon the buckle.
Vader climbed up, pulling Morrison upon his shoulders and leapt off the rope with a super samoan drop. Oh the impact alone was impactful as Vader rose, seeing Morrison struggle to the rope, Heenan yelling at him to finish him as he walked over, pulling Morrison up for a running powerslam, charging but Morrison slipped behind him, having him ram into the buckle then clocked him over the head with a running spin kick.
Vader was rocked, shaking his head as Morrison would kick at the knee, getting a running start and would dropkick the knee, dropping Vader then caught him with the running knee right to the face. Morrison quickly leapfrogging off the rope with a spinning cannonball splash over his face, rolling to his feet and caught Vader right in the jaw with a kick.
He knocked him to the corner, going after him but Vader would backbody drop him to the outside, but Morrison held onto the rope, catching him with a kick across the head and climbed the top rope, leaping and dropped Vader with a Tornado DDT.
He spun to his feet, wiping the blood from his forehead and moved to a corner, calling his shot and waited, getting his foot ready and came in for the NitroThunder Spinkick...but Vader caught him in midmotion, raising him up and slammed him with a pressslam, slowly pulling Morrison over to the corner as he would start to climb up the rope.
He would start to bounce up and down, leaping for the Vaderbomb...but missed. Morrison rolled out of the ring quickly to the top rope, blasting Vader with a missile dropkick, a kick to the stomach then a kick to the knee dropping him down, snapping him down with a rolling snapping neckbreaker, Morrison climbing the top rope, coming off with Starship Pain right upon his face.
He rolled back, lining his shot up and came in with the Nitroblast but Vader caught him and wth one arm hoisted him up and tossed him violently to the buckle, Vader coming in but Morrison would dropkick the knee then blasted him with a running knee over the face.
Morrison would charge full speed, using his body like a missile and would spear the knee right from out of him, rolling to the outside upon the apron lining his shot up when Heenan grabbed his foot. Morrison turned and kicked him off but Vader grabbed him from behind, latching on tightly and pulled him inside with an inverted Suplex but Morrison countered that right into a sleeper.
He latched on for dear life, Vader swinging his arms trying to toss him off as Morrison held on. Vader would start to lose steam, dropping down to a knee as Morrison kept squeezing, dropping him down to both knees, Bobby screaming from the apron that he was choking him, the ref making to push him off as Vader tossed Morrison off. He got a full head of steam, coming in as Morrison and the ref moved out of the way, Heenan getting clobbered right to the floor.
Vader turned right into the NitroThunder cresent kick, shaking his head as Morrison then nailed him with the Flying Chuck, Vader wobbly as Morrison was ready, watching him turn and came in with the Nitroblast....but Vader caught the leg and pulled him upon his shoulders dropping him with an electric chair.
Dammit, all that momentum gone and Vader was right back in the drivers seat, rising up and started to remove his gloves, not fooling around anymore tossing them to the floor, pulling Morrison up by the hair and gave him one hard shot to the ribs sending him to his knees. Vader pulled him up again and leveled him with a haymaker to the head knocking Morrison to lay against the ropes.
Vader would hit to the ribs and spine like a boxer would, headbutting the back of his head and tossed him to the ropes, dropping him down with a belly to belly suplex, rising up and pointed his thumb down, pulling Morrison up and just dropped him with a powerbomb. He towered over him like a true monster, Morrison grabbing his knee, pulling himself slowly up as Vader grabbed him by the hair, looking into his eyes and bloodstained face, saying he was taking this title belt as Morrison sprang to life catching him with a dropkick.
Vader came in with a punch as Morrison would duck starting to jab away at him, avoiding his punches until getting a knee to the ribs, Vader picking him up for a running powerbomb but Morrison slid behind him, catching Vader with a Pele'Kick over the side of the face.
Vader leaned against the ropes as Morrison came in hitting him with a european uppercut, then another one and a third one, Vader trying to fight back but Morrison kicked to the ribs, the spine, the back of the knee, using his speed and actually dropped Vader with a spinning elbow over the head.
Morrison couldn't waist time, climbing the top rope and poised like a wild animal, Heenan again climbing the apron as the ref made to push him off, Vader coming in as Morrison leapt and rolled over him, coming in for the Nitroblast...but Vader caught the foot. He would shake his head no, Morrison struggling here as Vader came in for a shortarm clothesline but Morrison ducked, using the momentum and dropkicked Heenan to the floor.
Vader catching him from behind, tossing him with a german suplex but Morrison landed on his feet, coming off the rope and blasted him with a flying elbow then would kip up. He would kick at the rope and moved to the corner, calling Vader up knowing he had it this time, watching him rise and stomped his foot on the ground, cocked and ready...as Heenan grabbed his foot.
Morrison kicking him away warning him one final time as Vader caught him with a body avalanche NO, Morrison moved just in time, watching Vader rebound off and blasted him with the Nitroblast...but he didn't fall. Vader leaned against the rope as Morrison watched him pull off and caught him with a second Nitroblast....Vader still not off his feet.
He leaned chest first against the rope, looking dazed as Morrison just had to hit one more, watching Vader turn and came in, missing and got his foot caught in the rope, Vader latching him from behind, dropping him with a release german suplex, quickly running to the buckle and climbed up and leapt off with the Vaderbomb, covering Morrison, 1-2..No!
Vader rose up in shock, grabbing his mask and tossed it away, ripping the top portion of his singlet off as he was fuming pissed, getting in a football stance and charged in, Morrison leapfrogging over Vader and on the rebound blasted him with the Third Nitroblast, Vader falling upon his back as Morrison quickly covered him, 1-2-3!
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still NWA World Champion, John Morrison."
He didn't even get up to celebrate as he just laid over Vader completely exhausted, having spent the last bit of adrenaline kicking out and firing back to score the win, the ref actually having to help pull Morrison off of Vader making sure he was okay.
It took a moment but Morrison slowly rose to his feet using the ropes, getting a hold of his title belt and rose it up, barely having the strength to do that as he would sit in the corner trying to catch his breath after the brutal battle, Bobby holding his head in his hands realizing he just lost big money here tonight as Morrison foiled him once again.
Morrison slowly rising up and moved to the center of the ring where Vader had turned him around, seeing the World Title in his hands looking like he was ready to deck him, the ref trying to stay inbetween them as Vader moved him aside, being a sportsman and extended his hand to him.
Reluctantly Morrison would shake it, having just earned the respect of Vader whom quietly ducked out of the ring and headed up the ramp, Morrison taking the champions spotlight, climbing the rope and yelled the best he could the year of the Rockstar lived on and into the hard camera, he was Starrcade Champion Bound as SuperBrawl would fade to black.