Post by DM on Mar 13, 2014 18:54:29 GMT
"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall will be for the NWA United States Championship. Indroducing first, from San Luis Protisi Mexico, weighing in at 231 lbs, Alberto Del Rio. And his opponent from Yatsuhiro Kommoto Japan, weighing in at 199 lbs, he is the reigning NWA United States Champion, Hayabusa."
Busa would hand the title belt over, going in blue tonight while Del Rio would grin at him, shaking his arms out hearing the bell sound and the fight began. They locked up, Del Rio quickly locking in an armwrench and woudl club to his back, Busa sliding out and caught him with a kick, another kick, ducking a clothesline and would springboard off the rope with a moonsault. He rolled to his feet going for a dropkick but Del Rio caught the legs, stomping hard to his ribs locking him in a sleeper.
Busa kicked off the rope catching him with a stunner, coming off the rope for a headscissor, Del Rio holding on going for a powerbomb but Busa would hurricanrana him out of the ring. Del Rio crashed into the barricade, kicking it and turned to Busa doing a summer sault plancha right upon him.
He pulled Del Rio up whom rammed him into the steel post then clobbered him with a clothesline, pulling him up upon his shoulders and would long dart him head first into the post. Del Rio tossed him into the ring, locking on an armbar, driving that knee into the shoulder, locking him in a hammerlock then would just toss him with a hammerlock toss.
Busa rose holding his arm and would dropped down with a double knee arm breaker, rolling around as Del Rio kicked him hard to the ribs. He kicked him over the back of the head and forced him up, raising him up and came down with a powerbomb arrogantly putting his foot on his chest only for two.
He smiled pulling him up, moving Busa to the buckle and would chop to his chest, a right hand then a knee to the ribs, giving him one hell of a hiptoss then came in with an ensiguri, Busa ducking latching on from behind but Del Rio caught the rope, Busa rolling back, ducking the clothesline then caught Del Rio with a dropkick, a second one then snapped him with a droptoe hold locking him in a side headlock.
Slowly Alberto rose going for a back suplex but Busa flipped behind him and kicked him square in the back of the head, watching him bounce off the rope then climbed upon his shoulders, punching to his head then did another hurricanrana into the buckle, snapping Del Rio with a climb up ensiguri.
He came off the rope going for a bulldog but was tossed off, Busa sliding through the rope to the floor crashing hard. Del Rio rolling outside, slapping his chest and bodyslammed him on the floor, dropping a few knees over him before tossing him against the post then tossed him hard into the barricade then back into the ring.
He climbed the top rope, dropping him with a missile dropkick, clapping his palms then blasted him with a clothesline, going for an elbow but missed, Busa coming off the rope and went for a spinning headscissor, tossing Del Rio off then went for a cruicifix, Del Rio blocking going for an alabama slam, Busa dropkicking free, leapfrogging over going for a hiptoss.
Del Rio blocked, going for a clothesline but Busa caught him with a tomoe throw, charging with a flying elbow knocking him to the apron. He would leap upon the rope and leapt off with a cross body, splashing upon Del Rio to the outside from the apron.
He rose up, pulling him up as Del Rio tackled him to the barrier, going for a suplex but Busa countered, landing in the crowd drilling Del Rio's face into the barrier. He leapt upon the barrier like a cat and leapt off nailing a bulldog, quickly rolling into the ring, Del Rio rolling in at the count of seven, Busa going for a dropsault right over the side of the head, moving to the top as Ricardo hit the apron.
Busa would hit him off as Del Rio quickly climbed up, locking his arms but Busa would headbutt him down, leaping off but he was caught, Del Rio slamming him with a power spinebuster, covering only for two.
He slapped his hands three times, pulling him up by the hair and rose him up for a powerbomb, Busa punching to his head and landed down, bouncing off the rope and caught him with a spinning elbow then an inverted atomic drop then a suplex, Busa going back to the rope and leapt off with the Phoenix Splash landing right on his face, Del Rio rolling to his feet as Busa snapped him with a Northernlight Suplex only for two.
He rose up, lining up his shot and caught him in the chest with a kick, Del Rio sliding to the apron and was dropkicked to the outside. He would kick the barrier, getting a hold of a chair and slid into the ring, the ref pulling the chair away, Busa coming in for a kick, Del Rio ducking and nailed him with a hard clothesline.
He would slap his chest yelling out for the Del Rio Fury, watching him rise and went for another clothesline to the back of his head but missed, Busa turning him around and rose him up for the Falcon...no Del Rio got behind him, pushing him to the rope and slammed him with a capture fallaway slam, coming off the rope himself and blasted him in the face with a dropsault.
He rolled to the outside, dragging him to the post and slammed his shoulder three times into the post, Busa rolling holding his arm as Del Rio charged and kicked hard to the shoulder, dropping hi mwith two shoulder breakers, placing his arm over the rope and would punch hard to it to damage it, finishing him off with a suplex.
He would grin, charging in and kicked viciously to that shoulder, dropping him on his knees and swung again, Busa ducking and would sweep the leg, rolling to the corner and charged hitting Del Rio with the good shoulder, spinning to his feet going for a kick but Del Rio rolled to the outside, smirking as he turned around getting a baseball slide to the face laying on the table.
Busa would get a running start and leapt off the rope with a space man cannonball planucha but crashed through Ricardo through the table. He rose up missing his mark turning and got his head kicked off by Del Rio whom picked him up and just tossed him into the ring, completely ignoring Ricardo being dead on the outside.
He would wave his arm, ready to finish it going for the El Dorado Suplex, Busa landing behind him, going for an ensiguri but Del Rio ducked, latching on from behind and did a german suplex, Busa slamming rib first into the buckle, rolling away staggering as Del Rio went for the Cross Arm Breaker, Busa able to weasle his hand out, catching Del Rio with a falling wheel kick right across the head then on the go around picked him up and slammed him with the Falcon Arrow..for the victory.
"Here is your winner by Pinfall and still NWA United States Champions, Hayabusa."
Physical match there for Hayabusa, first title defense on PPV and it was over Del Rio, holding his arm as he rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage of two people in the ring, highlights of the match showing just how tenacious he was, coming back to him on the ramp holding the title belt up, Del Rio cursing out in spanish as we prepare for the next match.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest scheduled for one fall will be for the New Japan Pro Jr. Weight Championship. Standing over in the black corner, wearing the black with green dragon accent, he comes from Honalulu Hawaii, weighing in at 213 lbs with a Professional record of 7 Wins, 3 Loses, 0 by knock out, Richie 'Young Blood' Steamboat. His opponent, standing over in the blue corner, wearing the black and white representing the Michinoku Dojo he weighs in at 195 lbs, with a Professional Record of 30 Wins, 10 Loses, 28 by Knock-Out, he is the Invincible, Taka Michinoku."
The belts were surrendered and handed over, Steamboat stretching along the ropes having the weight advantage, moving to the center of the ring extending his palm as a sportsman, Taka shaking it as the bell rung getting kicked in the ribs.
Richie would hit to his back, tossing him to the ropes and nailed him with a back elbow, slamming Taka down and came down hard with a knee over the throat, locking him in a headlock. He would squeeze on him, slowly pulling him up and slammed Taka with a sleeper suplex, rising up and caught Taka with a dropkick to the buckle then caught him with a belly to back suplex.
Taka stumbled up getting kicked in the back of the head, Steamboat dropping him with a whirling back suplex, waiting for him and blasted him with a spinning clothesline, splashing him with a bodysplash, rising up and just tossed him out of the ring.
He walked around a bit, moving to the floor and waited, catching Taka from behind and rammed him hard into the barricade, hitting those patented Steamboat chops then drilled him with a shortarm clothesline, looking to the crowd before tossing him inside and slowly climbed the top rope.
He measured him up and came down with a double axe, tossing him to the rope and caught him with a samoan drop, cutting his throat with his finger and rose up. He measured him and nailed Taka over the head with a kick, knocking him flat on his back, grabbing him by the legs and would apply a Texas Cloverleaf.
Taka would struggle as Richie had it perfectly, refusing to let go, ready to break him in half if he had to, leaning back further as Taka would start to wiggle, turning his body over as Richie let go, pouncing on him and would hammer to his head.
Richie dragged him up, hitting one hell of a haymaker to the buckle, ramming his knees into the ribs then tossed him with a hiptoss, charging in with a crossbody, spinning to his feet and slammed him with a suplex then a dropkick sending him to the apron.
Richie went to drag him in hardway but Taka countered, punching to his ribs and bashed his head into the buckle, quickly climbing up and drilled him with a Tornado DDT. Taka pulled to his feet hitting helacious kicks to his chest and ribs then a kneelift, latching on with a full nelson and came down with a facebuster.
Taka locked him in a front face lock, wrenching on him but Richie flipped him over, rubbing his neck as he was nailed with a dropkick, another one, Taka wrenching on the arm then kicked to the ribs, wrenching on it again into a hammerlock, Richie rolling forward to break free and snapped Taka with a deep armdrag, locking it in place.
He would squeeze on him, placing his knee at the shoulder joint trying to pop it out, rising up and went for the buckle but Taka blocked and flipped behind Richie, leapfrogging and caught him with a wheel kick over the jaw, Richie rolling to the outside.
He held his jaw, walking around a bit moving to the apron then jumped off, needing another moment then quickly charged in, missing a clothesline as Taka caught him in an armbar, wrenching on him, Richie breaking free with his foot on the rope and exited the ring, again needing a moment.
Taka went after him, ramming his head into the announcer table, tossing him into the ring and climbed the top rope, leaping off but Richie caught him and came down with a powerbomb, covering only for two.
Richie was close on that one, pulling Taka up and locked him in a front face lock, raising him up for a suplex and dropped him on his ribs on the ropes, having him dangle as Richie came off the rope and nailed him with an elbow over the side of his head, coming off the rope and down with an elbow to the heart, locking him in a headlock to wear him down.
Taka struggled here, pulling to his feet but he was tossed to the ropes and drilled down with a toss up rib breaker, coming off the ropes and dropped both knees over his ribs, quickly climbing the top rope and came off with both knees again over the ribs, pulling him up and came down with a gutwrench suplex, covering only for two.
Richie rose looking to the crowd, grinning some as he came off the rope for a clothesline, Taka side stepping and snagged him with a back elbow, going for a kick but he was dumped to the apron. Richie uppercutting him, twice then went to ram him into the post but he blocked, snapping Richie with a guillotine and climbed the rope, Richie kicking the rope causing him to crotch it.
He climbed up with him, double underhooking the arms and leapt off with a super double underhook inverted sit out powerbomb. Taka hit hard, laying on his face as Richie rolled to his feet, waving his palm and was setting up for it, watching Taka slowly rise and came off the rope with a FloatOver Flatliner, waving this was it as he climbed the top rope, leaping off with a missile dropkick right to the back of Taka's head, moving over and covered.....for two.
Oh that was very close, Richie nodding a bit as he locked him in a front face lock, trying to wear him down, squeezing on him tightly slowly raising him up, looking for a brainbuster but Taka punched to his ribs, suplexing him down, trying to follow up but his ribs hurt, Richie able to blast him with an elbow then a short arm belly to belly, charging in as Taka got him with the Flash NO Richie spun around and drilled him with a release german suplex then nailed him with a flying leg lariat, covering...only for two.
That was real close, Richie moving to the corner, waiting for him and charged in swinging hard with a clothesline, Taka catching him with a crucifix pin only for two, rising up and kicked him in the ribs, hooking the arms but Richie dropped him over, picking him up and slammed him with a Death Valley Driver neckbreaker, lowering his elbow and charged in but missed, coming off the rope as Taka nailed him with a flapjack, raising him up and dropped him with the Michinoku Driver, covering...for two.
Richie kicked out and Taka was a bit surprised, pulling away a bit and would go after him, Richie hitting to his ribs and low bridged him face first into the buckle, snapping him from behind with a half nelson back suplex dropping him on his neck, slapping his chest and rose him up for the Dominator, Taka landing behind him, rolling under a clothesline and came in with the kick, Richie latching him in an electric chair but dropped him face first upon the buckle then blasted him with his own kick to the jaw.
Yelling out as he picked Taka up upon his shoulders then came down with another Death Valley Neckbreaker, raising him up for a brainbuster, Taka sliding behind him, pushing him to the ropes, rolling back holding his neck, Richie swinging hard with a clothesline as Taka rose him up and came down with The Michinoku Driver Mach II, driving him on his head...for three.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still New Japan Unified Jr. Weight Champion, Taka, Michinoku."
That was close, the little dragon was very close to winning that one as Taka rolled to the outside, holding his neck as a ref put a cold compress on it, he was hurting and bad but still champion, making his way up the ramp with both his titles over his shoulders, yelling out in victory before heading to the back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen this contest scheduled for one fall will be for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, from Bray County Wicklow Ireland, weighing in at 179 lbs, he is, Prince Devitt. And his opponent, from Calgary Alberta, weighing in at 234 lbs, he is the reigning IWGP World Heavyweight Champion, Bret, The Hitman Hart."
The title belt was surrendered as Bret was ready to just pounce on Devitt whom pointed the gun at him and fired away, the bell sounding off as Devitt charged in, sliding upon the canvas and caught Bret by the legs dropping him with a leglace takedown, quickly stomping to the back of the knee.
He would pounce on him and started to slug away, pulling him up and bashed his head into the post. Devitt repeatidly would kick to his ribs and chest, tossing him hard to the other buckle and nailed him with a burning clothesline, covering only for two.
He was trying to put him away early, locking in a sleeper hold to wear him down, Bret fighting out by ramming him to the buckle but Devitt climbed up, going for a bulldog but Bret dropped him with a sidewalk slam. He pulled him up but Devitt broke free, kicking him in the ribs then to the head, coming off the rope and blasted him to the floor with a leg lariat. He held his hands up as Serena would kick at Bret on the floor, no DQ's on the outside as Devitt tossed him into the ring, moving him to the corner and would hit machine gun elbows over the head.
He tossed him to the other, charging in but Bret caught him in the jaw with his boot then drilled him with a spinning neckbreaker, following up with a big time suplex, Devitt rolling to the outside. Bret would go after him, grabbing him by the hair but he was kneed in the ribs, Devitt slamming him face first into the post then followed up with a suplex on the floor.
He pushed a camera man out of the way, getting a hold of a steel chair and would fold it up, cracking it hard over Bret's back, dropping him to his knees and did it a second time before tossing him into the ring. He would mount the top rope, poising and came down with the double foot curb stomp right upon his chest, covering again only for two.
Devitt would drag him up, hitting him over the face with risen knees then pushed him to the ropes, giving him one hard toss and nailed a dropkick, coming off the rope with one, two, three, four elbows to the heart followed by yet another leaping curbstomp right to the heart.
Devitt pulled him up, going for a suplex but it was blocked, Bret reversing it, following up with a bodyslam then a snapmare, going for a headlock but Devitt slid out quickly applying a hammerlock. Bret kicked off the buckle forcing Devitt down pinning him only for two. Devitt would swing wild with a boot, Bret ducking and dropped him with an atomic drop, tossing him to the ropes going for a backbody drop, Devitt leaping over him and would springboard off the rope with a dropkick, Bret catching the legs and dropped him down then stomped him hard in the ribs.
Bret dragged him up and would punch to his head, slamming him hard to the buckle and would clobber on him, tossing him like wild fire as Devitt quickly climbed up the rope and flipped over Bret, waiting and caught him with a kick to the jaw, watching him smack off the ropes and jacked him down with a jaw jacker, dropkicking Bret to the apron.
Devitt grabbed him by the hair but Bret snapped him with a rope guillotine then a sunset flip inside, Devitt rolling back with a kick, Bret catching the leg and would drag him down, quickly applying an STF as Devitt would bite the hand to break free.
He would tackle him to the buckle, punching at him with all his fury until Bret would block, starting to slug back at him, tossing him hard to the ropes and caught Devitt with a back body drop, a hiptoss then a backbreaker. Bret moved to the rope and came down with an elbow over the face, locking Devitt in a headlock to wear him down whom slowly rose up, fighting out with his elbows coming off the rope, Bret going for an elbow but Devitt held on and quickly slid to the outside.
He would pace the outside a bit not seeing Bret charge at him with a suicide dive tackling him to the floor. Bret would mount him and punched hard to his head, Serena getting on his back trying to pull him off, Bret just tossing her off and warned her, Devitt crawling along the ringside area trying to catch him off guard, missing a clothesline as Bret bodyslammed him down.
He tossed Devitt inside, climbing the apron as Serena grabbed at his ankle, Bret kicking him off as Devitt nailed Bret with an ensiguri over the skull, quickly dragging him in covering only for two. He would push the ref on that one, locking Bret in a press lock right upon his neck, ramming his knees right into his skull, forcing him up and came down with a suplex, rolling to the apron and climbed the top rope.
He would fire off and leapt with a bodysplash, connecting, moving to the corner and called him up, charging in but Bret countered with a clothesline, quickly rising up and dragged him to the center of the ring, going for it early but Devitt kicked him off, rolling to his feet and charged in, Bret side stepping and slammed him into the buckle, quickly placing him on top and came off with a super back suplex.
Bret rolled to the floor, dragging Devitt's legs between the post and forced him to crotch it twice, quickly wrapping his wrist tape around his ankles and tied him in place, rolling into the ring and would stomp on him, punch at him, beating the holy hell out of him.
Serena pulled the tape off, the damage was already done as Bret dropped Devitt with a bodyslam, coming off the rope and drove a knee right across the head, wrenching on the arm of Devitt whom surprised him with an inverted pele kick across the jaw. Bret held his face as Devitt rose up, rubbing at his crotch some and moved to the corner, charging in with a cross body but Bret caught him and turned it into a fallawayslam, surprising Devitt next with a headlock takedown slowing the pace.
Devitt would kick a bit as the rest of the Bullet Club started to make their way down, yelling at Devitt to fight out of this, slowly rising to his feet and pushed Bret off, leapfrogging and caught him with a bicycle kick to the chest, sending him to the floor. Devitt held his hands up as Gotoh and Koji pounced on Bret on the floor, punching and kicking at him, No DQs on the outside as they drove Bret down with a double team suplex before tossing him into the ring, Devitt covering..only for two.
He punched the mat, pulling Bret up whom quickly rolled him into a small package only for two. Devitt pounced on him first, hitting to his back but Bret pushed him to the ropes, knocking him down with a shoulder block, coming off the rope with an elbow, Devitt quickly rolling to the outside.
He needed a moment rubbing his eye a bit as Bret dared him back into the ring. Devitt climbed up the steps, wiping his feet and would re enter, locking up with him then rammed his knees into his ribs, coming off the rope and swung with a clothesline but Bret ducked and snapped him on the rebound with a DDT, grabbing Devitt by the ankles and would slingshot him out of the ring right into the Bullet Club.
They would assist him, rubbing at his shoulders as Devitt stormed back inside, charging like a bull and was rammed into the buckle then dropped with a german suplex followed by dropkick to the face, Devitt rolling back to the outside needing a moment.
He would kick the barricade then moved back into the ring, locking up once again but locked Bret in a side headlock whom just pushed him off, Devitt coming off the rope catching Bret in the ribs with a dropsault then quickly off the rope with a running knee right over the side of the skull, catching the Stunned Bret and drilled him down with a double underhook sit out piledriver.
He would cover but again only for two, rolling to the corner and came at him with a knee lift, catching Bret over the jaw then dropkicked his spine, knocking him to the floor. The club again would pounce on him, Gotoh dropping Bret with the GotoHeaven on the floor as Anderson snapped him with the Cutter, nothing the ref could do about it as they pushed Bret back inside, Devitt kicking and stomping on him, picking his spots and would punt him hard over the skull.
He climbed upon his back, locking in a clutch trying to rip his head off if he had to, yelling at him to tap or pass out, not caring which it was but Bret slowly made it to his feet and drilled Devitt with an electric chair. Bret slowly rose to his feet, Devitt escaping to the apron, being pulled in hardway with a suplex but he landed on his feet, catching Bret with a kick across the head, coming off the rope with a frankensteiner but Bret countered that into a powerbomb, covering only for two.
Devitt rolled away as Bret caught him from behind, going for that Russian Leg Sweep but Devitt surprised him with Sliced Bread, coming off the rope with a Burning Clothesline but missed, coming off the rope full speed as Bret snagged him with a piledriver moving to the corner and came off with a double ax, Devitt surprising him with a dropkick right to the jaw, quickly rolling to his feet and covered him only for two.
He rose angry, dragging Bret up whom just shoved him, Devitt charging in as Bret would lowbridge the rope, Devitt going flying to the outside. He smacked into the barrier, rising up and smacked a fan over the face for no good reason, charging back inside locking up, getting behind Bret whom countered behind him, going for a german but Devitt flipped out of it, coming from the buckle and MISSED the Silver Bullet, Bret turning him around right into a Northern Light Suplex...for two.
So close on that one as Devitt struck first, Bret striking back, back and forth they would slug at each other, Bret winning with an upper cut, dropping Devitt with a shin breaker, grabbing at those legs of his, locking those legs in place as Devitt would spit right in his eye.
Bret held his eye for a second, Devitt backing away to the corner then came in, surprised as Bret caught him with a Thez Press, punching the hell out of him following up with a clothesline then a shortarm clothesline but missed, Devitt ducking and caught Bret by surprise with a Brainbuster. He rose up, hitting the canvas and moved to the corner, waiting for him and charged in, Bret catching him off guard with an elbow to the jaw, going after him but Devitt quickly dropkicked the knee then would baseball slide Bret to the outside.
For the third time the Club would jump on the Hitman, kicking and stomping on him, slamming him hard into the steel stairs then rammed him into the post. Devitt ordered them to toss him inside, the ref yelling at him to play fair as he pushed him back, dragging him up by the hair and nailed one, two, three uppercuts going for a Cutter but Bret countered that into a backslide..for two.
Devitt swinging but Bret blocked, catching him in the ribs and drove him down with a bulldog, picking him up and dropped him over the throat against the rope. Devitt rose coughing as Bret dropkicked him to the buckle, coming in but Devitt flipped to the top, Bret ramming his shoulder into the post, Devitt latching on with his legs and spiked Bret with a sunset flip driver, rolling to his feet and yelled at God for this one, running and caught Bret with a Cutter, covering him...for two.
Devitt rose, pushing the ref in the corner and DEMANDED he count to three next time, going after Bret whom caught him with a shot to the ribs then a flapjack, Devitt rolling to the outside but Bret had enough, going after him, the Club going for him but Bret started to fight them off one by one, The Club starting to beat him down when Dynasty and Owen came down as calvary.
Devitt rolled into the ring as Bret would follow suit as Devitt charged with a cross body, landing it and climbed the top rope, drilling Bret down with a Tornado DD NO Bret pushed him off and caught him with a flying neckbreaker, Serena climbing the apron but she was dragged down by Natalya as those two went to war. Bret went for the Sharpshooter but Devitt kicked him off, smacking into the ref as he held his head, Devitt missing the Silver Bullet as Bret dropped him down and locked in the SharpShooter.
He had it locked in perfectly dead in the center of the ring, each member of the club trying to get in to break it up but the Hart Family kept them at bay, Bret having this match in the bag, wrenching back as Devitt screamed out in pain, trying to get to the ropes unable to even move. Bret yelling that it was over when he was kicked over the back of the head by Giant Bernard!
Tattooed and full of rage he dropped Bret with a Death Valley Diver then spiked him with the GiantBomber, rolling out of the ring helping out the Bullet Club, Devitt slowly holding his back, crawling over and put a hand on Bret, the ref moved over and would count.......for two!
Devitt rolled off, smacking the canvas, calling Bret up as he was going to finish it, extra officials coming down to restrain the brawl on the floor as Devitt charged in with the Silver Bullet but Bret side stepped, having him crash into the buckle and caught him with a school boy, 1-2-3!
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and STILL IWGP World Heavyweight Champion, Bret, The Hitman, Hart."
Bret rolled to the ouside as Devitt kicked the rope wondering what the hell happened, grabbing the ref in shock as the Club spilled into the ring wondering how this plan backfired. Bret slowly walking up the ramp with his family holding the Title Belt over his shoulder pointing the gun at Devitt and fired off.
Devitt blasted the ref and was infuriated over this loss, having to head to the back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is our Main Event of the Evening and it will contest under the confines of a 20 foot high steel cage, the only way to win is to go over the top rope, through the door with both feet touching the floor, or by pinfall or submission. And now introducing the participants."
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Flair jumped Sting from behind, hitting along his back and rammed him headfirst into the steel cage. He removed his robe and slammed Sting into the barricade then bashed his head into the grating over and over again, getting a hold of a steel chair and cracked it over his back. Flair swung again and cracked it over his skull, getting a hold of the steel stairs and tossed him right into them, dropping him with a piledriver on the floor for good measure.
Flair pushed Sting into the ring, closing the door behind as J.J. would wrap a chain around the door and locked it with a padlock, the ref officially ringing the bell. Flair would jump on Sting, punching to his head and would kick to his kidneys, hitting Flair knee's over his skull before locking him in a sleeper.
Slowly Sting began to rise but Flair tossed him into the cage, dropping him with a backbody drop then a hard clothesline, dropping one, two, three Flair elbows over the heart, grabbing him by the legs and would stomp to his ribs.
He did a little strut around the ring, moving Sting to the corner and would chop to his chest, another one, a third one then tossed him to the other buckle but Sting responded with a spear right into his knee. Flair held tightly, shaking the leg out as Sting pulled him up by the hair and slammed him from one side of the cage to the other going back and forth cross country, Flair smacking off the cage and flippd on his head, rolling to the outside...or at least tried but again, it was a cage, Sting catching him with a bodysplash against the mesh, Flair dropping like a sack of bricks.
Sting would bodyslam him down, then again, and again, catching him with a hiptoss then a dropkick off the buckle following up with a suplex, Dillion already trying to get inside, unlocking the padlock and came into the ring, big mistake as Sting caught him and tossed him into the cage then out the door to the outside.
He would slam the cage shut and now had the key, locking and tossed the key into the crowd, Flair holding his hands out as Sting pulled him up by the hair and tossed him with a hiptoss to the buckle. He mounted him and would punch at him ten times before tossing him hard to the buckle. Flair would flip over it, running along the apron as Sting would bodysplash him again into the mesh, pulling him in hardway via suplex.
Oh Sting wasn't playing around tonight as he would expose the turnbuckle and bashed Flair's head into it then did it again, and a third time, tossing him to the ropes and dropped him with a snap powerslam, coming off the rope with a legdrop and then finished him off by ramming his head into the mesh.
Slowly Sting took his chance and started to make his way up the cage, starting to climb up, making his ascention when Flair grabbed him by the boot, starting to jerk him down as he was kicked off, Sting coming off with a double axe right over the skull followed by a sidewalk back suplex.
He went back to work when Flair grabbed him by the tights and tripped Sting face first into the steel, Flair rose and would grind his face over it like cheese to a grater, punching to his ribs and kidneys, setting him on top of the turnbuckle and climbed behind him but Sting would back elbow him off to the canvas. He caught his balance and leapt off with a cross body, rolling off of Flair and nailed him with an atomic drop followed by a slingshot right into the cage.
Flair smacked off bleeding like a pig and was slammed with a german suplex, Sting again starting to climb up the cage. Flair held his head, Dillion yelling at him to get him as Flair quickly chased him, hitting to his back but Sting kicked him down. Flair again climbed up, grabbing Sting by the hair and punched him square in the face with a loaded fist full of quarters.
Flair fell holding his hand, Dillion must have slipped it to him as he rose up, shaking his palm and would mount Sting, punching to his head before coming off with a Flair knee, asking Dillion for something whom slid a tire iron through the mesh into Flair's hands. He would call Sting up and cracked him hard in the ribs, over the back then over the skull, coming off the rope with a haymaker but Sting caught the fist, raising Flair up in a gorilla press and just tossed him against the steel.
He dropped to a knee stumbling a bit, going after Flair whom hit him low with the pipe still in hand then caught him with a low blow with it. Flair swung the pipe around abit and drilled it over the back of his skull, throwing the pipe away and started for the door but realized it was locked, starting to climb.
Flair made his way towards the top, having to get his leg over it as Sting started after him, grabbing him by the hair. Flair shook his head and would start to hit him, Sting latching on and came down with a super backdrop from the cage.
Flair arched his back and screamed out in pain, rolling along the canvas trying to stand, Sting rising up and dragged him up, blasting him with an uppercut, then another one, Flair swinging as Sting ducked and dropped him with a back suplex, grabbing the legs and would slingshot him into the cage.
He made his way over and started to climb up, Dillion yelling from the outside to get up, Sting climbing up to the top and pulled himself up, throwing his body over as Flair started to climb after him, moving as quickly as he could, Sting getting half way out when Flair caught his boot, pulling down on him.
Sting tried to kick him off but it was no go, Flair climbing up and grabbed him by the hair, dragging him back inside as both of them would punch at each other, Flair biting him right on the face and would chop at him, chopping like crazy then bashed his head into the steel, Sting slipping but held on, Flair starting to climb up, getting a foot over and then the other but Sting caught him by the head, shaking his head no and positioned himself and would come down with a SuperPlex from the top of the cage.
Flair held out his hand, reaching for mercy screaming out as Sting slowly rose to his feet, pulling Flair up and drove him down with a piledriver, Sting moving over and grabbed him by the legs, getting him in position but Flair kicked him off, rolling to his feet but was nailed with a shoulder block, a clothesline, then Sting rose him up for a gorilla press, Flair quickly gouging the eye.
Flair came off the rope and caught him with a knee lift followed by a shin breaker, grabbing the leg and would spin around locking in the figure four. He would nod his head knowing he had it now, Sting reaching for those ropes trying to break free, Flair being an evil bastard and sat up punching at his knees. Sting would shake his head and would slowly shift his body, reversing it now on Flair.
He would curse out and rolled his body but Sting rolled with him, both of them breaking the hold after that exchange, rising up limping as Flair tackled Sting to the corner. He rammed his shoulder into the ribs and rose up, chopping hard to his chest, a second one, a third one as Sting stood there.
Flair held his hands up and went for a punch, Sting catching it in his palm and would squeeze, wrenching on the arm then drove an elbow over it, holding on and rammed it into the exposed buckle, dropping Flair with an electric chair. Sting rose, circling him and dragged him up by the hair and slammed him hard into the cage, Dillion yelling from the floor as Sting pulled him up again, raising him for a powerbomb but Flair punched to his face.
He rolled off of Sting, coming off the rope and drove that knee over his skull latching on a sleeper. Flair put all the pressure he could on him but The Icon rose up and rammed hard into the steel to break it, coming off the rope going for a splash but Flair dodged, Sting crashing and burning as he was dropped with a chopblock. Flair would kick and stomp at that knee, looking around the ring and found the tire iron in the corner and started to beat Sting's knee with it.
He yelled at him to get up so he could finish him, holding that iron like a third hand, coming down and cracked it over his head, knocking Sting down for the count. He yelled at him to stay down as he would start to climb the cage, shaking his hand as he made his ascend, climbing to the very top and got a leg over, Sting on the floor had started to move, getting a hold of the cage and would shake it.
Flair yelling at him to stop doing that and Sting began to climb. Flair lowered his body over and one of his feet, starting to make it over as Sting would reach for him, Flair shook his leg free and started to move his foot over, beginning to climb down as Sting would hustle, climbing up and would reach over...grabbing Flair by his hair.
He would dangle some, Dillion climbing up and grabbed Flair by the boots trying to pull him down, Sting pulling Flair up and started to drag him back up to the top of the cage, trying to punch Sting out but he clobbered over the back of his head. Dillion lost his grip and fell ten feet to the floor Sting pulling Flair back up to the top and would drag him back inside. Flair would punch at him and headbutted him, chopping him as Sting fell over hard upon the canvas, Flair losing his balance and fell crotching the rope.
Flair fell over, holding his crotch trying to stand up, finding it was harder than usual using the ropes to pull himself up, going after Sting and went to bash his head into the buckle but it was blocked, Sting bashing Flair's head into the buckle then dropped him with a bulldog. He moved to the top rope and came down with a double axe then slammed Flair into the steel, dropping him with an elevated back suplex.
He tossed him to the ropes, tossing Flair with a backbody drop right into the cage, dragging him from the wreckage and went for a piledriver but Flair would hit to the knee and would pull him down, dropping knees over his shin and set it on the rope, rising up to sit on it but Sting kicked him right into the cage.
Flair laid on his back, holding his head bleeding from it, trying to roll over as Sting grabbed him by the head, bodyslamming him down and grabbed at his legs, Flair kicking him in the face, rising up but got his head taken off by a clothesline. Sting moving towards the corner, finding the tire iron and picked it up, holding it in his hand as Flair started to rise, Sting swinging and nailed him right in the ribs, Flair dropping to his knees as Sting bashed him clear over the head knocking him down.
He would toss the iron away, picking Flair up and drilled him with a powerbomb, grabbing him by the legs, Flair grabbing the rope as Sting pulled him off, slamming him down and locked him in, Flair punching at his leg as the hold would break.
Flair quickly rose, driling Sting's head into the cage, chopblocking him down and locked him in a front facelock, punching to his back, trying to choke him out as Sting dumped him over, hobbling on the leg as Flair latched on a sleeper, Sting breaking free with use of the buckle. Flair climbed up looking to leap but Sting caught him and just tossed him off.
Flair catching him off guard with a hiptoss going for a dropkick but Sting caught his legs going for a sling shot once again, Flair grabbing the cage and started to climb up. Sting chased after him, climbing up and would hit to his back, Flair kicking him off to the canvas. He would continue to climb up, wanting to get the hell out of there, Sting grabbing him by the tights but again Flair was able to kick him down.
He made his ascend right to the top struggling to get his foot over as Sting climbed up, wrapping his arms around his waist trying to pull him down as Flair shook his head, struggling here as Sting would climb up with him, grabbing him by the head and bashed it into the cage. On the third time Flair had enough and would start to chop at him, Sting losing his grip but barely held on, Flair getting his foot over the cage but Sting grabbed him, pulling him back inside and would catch him with a headbutt, Flair losing his grip and fell straight down back into the ring.
Sting was on top, shaking his head and started to climb out when Dillion was climbing on the other side, the ref on the floor yelling at him to get down as he met Sting on top whom would kick at him, knocking Dillion down. Nothing was stopping Sting now, Flair starting to climb, shaking the cage to throw him off his balance, Flair climbing up as fast as he could, getting a hold of Sting's ankle, putting all his weight on it as Sting kicked his leg free, starting to climb down. Flair climbed up and grabbed at him, starting to pull him back up to the top as they would punch back and forth, Sting just had to drop down and he'd win but that was a long drop, Flair gouging the eye and dragged him in by the head.
Both of them would fight on the cage, Flair starting to pull him down, Sting having enough as he hit him in the ribs and leapt off with a super bulldog right to the canvas. Sting slowly began to rise up first, Flair rolling on the canvas, holding his face and head, Sting pulling himself up moving over to Flair whom caught him with a low blow then bashed his head into the exposed buckle knocking him flat.
Flair started to crawl towards the door, reaching into his tights and pulled out..a spare key. He would kneel up with the padlock being on the inside, starting to unlock it and pulled the lock off, tossing it aside and pulled the chain off, he would push open the door and started to crawl out but Sting got a hold of his ankle, slowly pulling him inside, Flair wrapping the chain around his fist and decked Sting right across the face.
Flair would look to the door saying the hell with it, wrapping the chain around his fist and moved over to Sting, mounting him and would come down with his fist, Sting catching it and kicked Flair off, rising up and caught Flair with a hiptoss, Sting grabbing hold of the chain and would catch Flair over the head, as if he needed to be busted open any further. He would then wrap the chain around his neck, pulling him up and tossed him hard into the caged wall then slammed down with the Scorpion Deathdrop.
Sting moved over tossing the chain aside, walking over to the door making his exit when Dillion slammed the door right in his face. Sting held his face, Dillion yelling at Flair to get up already and leave through the door, slowly starting to move, crawling as if he were in a war movie towards the exit, Dillion opening the door, Flair starting to crawl towards the outside, getting his hands upon floor, giving one pull but Sting got a hold of his ankle and pulled him back inside.
Flair tried swinging at him but Sting caught him right into a capture suplex, both men rose as Sting would unload with right hands, Flair taking a swing and was nailed with an atomic drop followed by a pump handle slam. He rose up with a howl, grabbing Flair by the legs and would lock in the Scorpion Deathlock. He would shake his head violently, reaching for the door, the rope, the cage, yell even the ref at this point trying to get out of it, Dillion trying ot get inside but the ref on the floor pushed him back and ejected him from the match.
Flair was crying out in pain, Sting not letting go tonight no matter how much pain his leg was in, wrenching back as Flair would scream out, grabbing a hold of the ref knocking him down and used him as a bridge to crawl towards the ropes. Sting was being pulled back but refused to let go of the hold, even when Flair got a hold of the rope. Flair would pull himself under forcing the hold to break, Sting letting go and pulled him to the center of the ring, Flair going for that eye gouge but it was blocked and he was rammed into the buckle, Sting coming in and nailed him with the StingerSplash.
Flair would drop down as Sting had it in the bag, moving slowly towards the door as Flair got a hold of his foot and gave him the finger, Sting reaching down, pulling him up by the hair and caught him with a knee to the ribs, tossing him to the buckle but Flair irish whipped and tossed Sting into the ref then drilled him with a clip right to the front of the knee.
Flair would curse out, kicking the ref and turned him over, getting a hold of his belt and pulled it off, dragging Sting over to the far corner and would place his leg by the buckle and would tie his ankle with the belt to keep him still, FLair grinning at his handywork didn't expect Sting to kick him over the head with the other foot.
That bought him sometime, Flair was knocked out senseless as Sting struggled to get his foot undone, struggling here as Flair started to come to, rolling onto his belly and started to crawl towards the door, inch by inch he would crawl and leave blood on the canvas, reaching for it as Sting would reach, grabbing a hold of his ankle keeping him still.
Flair would shake his leg, Sting refusing to let go here as he would kick and sway, getting Sting right in the face with his boot and out of his reach, starting to make his crawl towards the door. Sting would reach up, working at the belt as Flair made it to the door, slowly starting to pull himself out, hands touching the bottom as Sting got his foot undone, running like wild fire as Flair pulled himself out..but Sting caught him and would drag him back inside.
Flair would hold on the apron for dear life, Sting pulling hard as Flair would shake his foot, wiggling a bit as Sting fell back, Flair's boot coming right off, Flair pulling himself and slipped to the outside.
"Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and Still World's Heavyweight Champion-"
Roberts couldn't even finish, Sting grabbing Flair and tossed him back into the cage, Flair backing off holding his hands out as Sting would mount and started punching the jesus out of him but he was knocked off by Windham, Arn and Tully whom would start to stomp and beat upon him.
They would bash Sting into the cage and drilled him down with a triple team powerbomb, Dillion entering the ring with a new padlock and chain, locking it from the inside as the Horsemen started to just continue to beat on him, ramming him into the cage and slamming him down, moving him to the corner and all three of them would start beating on him, Flair in the opposit corner recovering, the Horsemen continuing to beat on Sting until he stood straight up, having enough and started to fight back.
Sting wasn't going to be a victim and started to fight back against the Horsemen, dropping all of them pulling his straps down, slamming Windham into the cage, Arn then Tully, Dillion trying to make a break for it but Sting jerked him off of the cage and bodyslammed him down, Flair taking Sting's headoff with a clothesline to turn the tides once again, all four of them now ganging up on him and started to beat the hell out of him using Tire Irons and brass knuckles.
Officials tried to get into the ring but the Horsemen refused them entry as Dusty Rhodes came down to the ring, trying to climb it but kept getting knocked off, Sting was just a bloody mess at this point as the Legion of Doom came down, trying to help Dusty get into the cage, climbing from all sides but again the Horsemen kept knocking them down and off, Flair dropping Sting with a hard brass knuckle shot, Sting out for the count as the cage started to rise up.
Dusty and Doom spilled into the ring but the Horsemen exited the moment they could, back peddaling like outlaws up the ramp, Flair raising up his championship title belt saying again, he defeated the Icon for the second time and the Horsemen ruled Pro Wrestling, Dusty and Doom looking on in disgust as Sting lay in a sea of red as Clash of the Champions would Fade to Black.
