CivilUnrest
Combat Presents: Civil Unrest!
Pyros explode at the top of the entrance ramp and around the big screen as the crowd go absolutely nuts, as the Combat theme “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath rings around the arena. The camera follows the crowd and their reactions, finally settling on Alex Higgins and Arthur B. Glass.
Higgins: Good evening everyone THIS – IS – CIVIL UNREST!! As always I’m Alex Higgins
Glass: And I’m Arthur B. Glass and tonight we’ve got absolutely no time to waste so let’s get straight into it!
Anthony Phoenix Vs. Xander Truxell.
“Chrome Cartel” by √òSC begins to play as Anthony Phoenix walks out in his wrestling gear, his long black hair in a tight pony tail and dark shades on his face; a spotlight is shown on him. He takes a look around at the IIW universe and scowls.
Charity: “Making his way to the ring first.. Anthony Phoenix!!!”
Phoenix then begins to walk deliberately towards the ring not even paying attention to the fans in attendance, staying laser focused on the task at hand. He enters the ring and makes a b-line to the center of the ring. Phoenix raises his arms and holds them up in an ‘X’ symbol with his fists closed.
As the music fades, Phoenix starts to prepare for the match.
Charity: “And his opponent!!!”
Spleen by Staind starts to play and the big man Xander Truxell makes his way to the ring. He is quick to get down the ramp not even looking at the fans in attendance.
Charity: “Making his way to the ring.. Xander Truxell!!!”
The crowd boos loudly for Xander but he is seemingly unaffected by that. The referee calls for the bell..
DING DING DING!!!
The referee called for the bell and the two men circle the ring trying to get a feel for each other and they lock up in the middle of the ring but neither one is getting the upper hand and they release the hold but Phoenix is the quicker of the two immediately kicking Truxell in the gut before kicking him in the chest taking him down with a hard clothesline. He immediately hit him with an elbow drop and went for it again but Truxell rolled out of the way in time to avoid it. Both men get back to their feet and as Truxell goes to attack Phoenix with a vicious right Truxell ducks it, spinning around Phoenix before grabbing him and sending Phoenix flying with a German Suplex.
Higgins: “Oh what a suplex from Truxell sending Phoenix across the ring.”
Glass: “I have a feeling this is going to turn ugly real soon. Both of these men can brawl and this has the makings of a brawl in progress…”
Truxell came in to grab Phoenix but Phoenix immediately hit him with a fist to the gut. When Truxell tried again Phoenix started punching him again and again until he was back to his feet and the crowd booed with each hit but Truxell started punching back to the joy of the crowd with cheers as the brawl got on it’s way and boos following as they traded blows in the middle of the ring until Phoenix got the upper hand forcing Truxell to move backwards towards the corner and when he had him there Phoenix proceeded to stomp on Truxell until he has him sitting on the mat scrunched up in the corner. Phoenix steps back a few steps before running in and hitting Truxell with an Enzuigiri to the side of the head. He drags Truxell out of the corner and goes for the pin..
1…..2.. Kickout!
Truxell kicks out just in time and Phoenix argues with the referee about it being 2..
… : Phoenix needs to forget about the pin and stay on Truxell because he is getting to his feet.
Glass: “Come on Truxell!”
Higgins: “You know that we are not supposed to be biased here!”
Glass: “Fine! Come on Phoenix!… There happy now?”
The Phoenix fans are frantically pointing towards Truxell who is getting to his feet and trying to get Phoenix to focus on him again instead of the referee but fail in their attempt and Phoenix gets blasted in the back of the head with a forearm shot by Truxell. The crowd drew the attention of the referee long enough for Truxell to poke Phoenix with the classic thumb to the eye. The pain-filled shout by Phoenix causes the referee to refocus on the match at hand. Blinded for a moment he did not see the Judas effect coming his way and hitting him hard Truxell went for the pin attempt..
1…..2.. Kickout!
Truxell smirks and gets to his feet stomping on Phoenix who was still dazed by the Judas effect before he climbs to the top rope. The crowd hushes for a moment as they watch the big man climb up to the top.
Glass: “High risk move by Truxell here…”
Higgins: “Flying Cross Body Block by Truxell!!”
The move hit the mark perfectly and Truxell immediately goes for the cover..
1……2… Kickout!
Just in time Phoenix managed to kick out after that picture perfect Flying Cross Body Block and the crowd oohed and Truxell got back to his feet taunting Phoenix to get up.. He is nearly stalking him as Phoenix moves slowly.. Stomping on Phoenix in between the taunts and not giving him the time to really get up for a bit. He stops for a moment to taunt the crowd which gives him a well mixed reaction. As soon as Phoenix is up though Truxell attacks with a series of rolling german suplexes which dazes Phoenix and as he is even slower to get to his feet Truxell connects with a stiff boot to the gut before setting up for his big finish. Flinging Phoenix to the ropes and on the rebound hoists Phoenix up and slamming him down he immediately goes for a cocky cover.
1…….2………3!!!
DING DING DING!
Charity: “Here is your winner… Xander Truxell!!!!”
The referee raises Truxells hand for the win pointing at Truxell as the winner before he helps Phoenix out of the ring the view is of Truxell standing victorious in the ring.
Adrian Illingworth Vs. Hardcore Jono.
As the show comes back from commercial break both men are already standing in the ring.
Charity: “The following match is for one fall! Introducing first Adrian “The Robot” Illingworth…”
The crowd gives him a mixed reaction as they have no idea how to feel about this uncaring, unfeeling man.
Charity: “And his opponent…”
The crowd immediately starts to boo loudly
Charity: “He is Hardcore Jono!!!”
The referee has checked both men and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
From the moment the bell rang Illingworth was keeping his guard up not trusting Jono for a single second and who can blame him. The lock up in the center of the ring and for a moment neither one moved from the lock up and the crowd was getting firmly on Illingworth’s side for this match and when the slightly bigger Jono got the upperhand and started to push Illingworth to the corner they started their boo’s. When Jono was counter for the break he started on punching Illingworth who was able to block most of them but a hard shot to the bread basket knocked the wind out of him for a moment and Jono took advantage of that slinging him across the ring and hard into the turnbuckle following him in to deliver a splash which Illingworth just managed to avoid.
Higgins: “Escaped just in time.”
Meanwhile in the ring Illingworth started with kicks and chops to bring the slightly bigger man down and try and neutralize the powergame by Jono. The lightning quick kicks and punches do not all land as Jono tries to block the ones that do the most damage but when he sees an opening he hits Illingworth with a thumb to the eye. The referee reprimanding him for it gave Illingworth a breather and when Jono came charging in for a shoulder tackle into the corner Illingworth side stepped him and Jono crashed into the ring pole to the pleasure of the crowd in attendance who cheered loudly at this.
Glass: “The crowd has picked the Robot for their favorite in this match!”
Illingworth pulled Jono out of the corner and rolled him up for a pin attempt.
One!!
Tw…!!!
Kick out!!
Glass: “Close but not quite yet Jono is too strong for that.”
Both men get to their feet quickly and Jono comes charging at Illingworth aggressively with a clothesline but Illingworth manages to duck it just in time. Illingworth and Jono are trading blows back and forth showing both their striking skills. Jono left his defense open a little and Illingworth catches him with a vicious European uppercut that drives him to the corner where Illingworth follows him in and on the second rope starts slamming down fists with Jono trying to cover himself as the crowd counts along.
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten!
The crowd chanted along and Illingworth jumps down grabbing Jono by the hand and goes to sling him in the corner but the bigger Jono planted his feet firmly and he did not manage to get him to move and Jono forcefully janks Illingworth in and rams his shoulder into Illingworth with a hard shoulder block. As Illingworth tries to counter with a spinning heel kick Jono avoids the blow and with a vicious chop block takes out the left knee of Illingworth and Jono goes for the knee grabbing Illingworth and after twisting him into a modified heel hook first only to twist him into a figure four lock, The completely different style of offense by Jono from the ground and pound catches Illingworth by surprise!
.. : There is more to Jono than streetfights and brawls!
The referee checks with Illingworth but he is not about to give up and is trying to counter the hold and twisting himself to freedom when he makes it to the ropes and shakes his leg the moment he has gotten to his feet and Jono stands across the ring from him with a deadly smirk on his face. The two lock up in the middle of the ring again. This time the stronger and heavier Jono pushed Illingworth towards the corner but when he went to strike Illingworth had already escaped. Using his speed and light on his feet movements to out maneuver Jono. Returning the favor of the leg work Illingworth takes Jono down to the mat with a drop toe hold and immediately goes to put Jono into a single leg boston crab but Jono is too strong still and manages to roll out of the hold before the referee even asked him if he wanted to give up.
.. : I am loving this back and forth..
.. : Who will get the advantage next is what I am wondering..
Illingworth returns to his striking game the moment he releases Jono and starts with a vicious combination of kicks and punches, focusing mostly on the leg he had been working on but it is only pissing off Jono even more, he shoulder blocks Illingworth to the mat and begins with his own punching as he mounts Illingworth and slams down hard right handed punches to the face. Most of the strikes aimed at the head and aimed to do some serious damage. As Illingworth has rolled onto his stomach Jono gets up quick and drops an elbow drop to the lower back following it up with another elbow drop to the same area.
.. : That is sure to weaken Illingworth those elbows to the back!
.. : He is going to feel that in the morning.. Ouch
Jono stands up and takes a step back watching the damage he has inflicted with a sick smile on his face. As the referee checks on Illingworth he is interrupted by Jono who was going in for a clothesline but Illingworth ducks and when Jono turns back towards him connects with a lightning quick Sparta kick. Illingworth follows his kick with immediate hard kicks and punches aiming for the gut, chest and legs of Jono. Sweeping his legs from underneath him, Jono crashed hard to the mat and Illingworth went for a cocky cover..
ONE!!
TW..
Jono kicks out with a bit of power behind it and he is trying to shake the effects of the quick strikes off. Now Illingworth is the one who stands up with a smile on his face and drives his knee hard into the side and back of Jono. It is a brutal match up and the crowd is eating it up cheering loudly each time Illingworth connects a move.
.. : Is that a smile on Illingworth’s face?
.. : Impossible. The man has no expressions.
After a second Illingworth charges in, jumps and goes to connect with a knee drop into the back of Jono. But finds nobody home as Jono saw it coming and had rolled out of the ring.! Illingworth bounces off of the mat, favoring his ribs as Jono quickly gets back into the ring and lunges at him, unleashing a series of knees to his ribs and elbows to the back of his head. Eventually he gets in a waist lock and somehow deadlifts the prone and unmoving man into a German suplex, bridging for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! Illingworth kicks out!
The referee signals that it was two as Jono starts to argue with the referee about it.
Both men are standing up again and pressing their faces together as it is clear this is far from over for the both of them. As Jono goes to strike first with a fist Illingworth headbutts him right across the bridge of the nose and follows it up with a flurry of european uppercuts but stumbles back when Jono counters them with arm blocks and grabs a hold of Illingworth and yanks him in for a vicious headbutt of his own. Both men are dazed by the headbutts and try to shake off the effects before they charge in and tie up in the middle of the ring again. This time however it is Illingworth that is reacting the fastest and kicks the knee of Jono sending him down to one knee before following it up with lightning quick kicks to the chest and head. As Jono appears to be knocked out Illingworth goes for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
TH…
Kick out by Jono! As the ref takes his eyes off them for a moment to signal the two Jono tries to gauge the eyes of Illingworth with his thumbs and Illingworth gives a shout of pain but when Jono tries to roll him up Illingworth kicks out before the referee could get into position. The anger on the face of Illingworth is surprising to those that have known the man and followed his career for a while. He rubbed at his eyes for a second as Jono complained to the ref for being too slow to get into position and as Jono turned back around a Lou Thez press by Illingworth took him down to the mat and Illingworth rained down a flurry of punches on the head of Jono.
.. The pace quickened and that is in favor of Illingworth
Jono turned them around and landed his own onslaught of punches on Illingworth who blocked as many as he could, which only angered Jono even more. Both men are showing the signs of the war they are fighting as neither wants to be defeated in their quest for gold. The punches slowed down a little but still as vicious as the first one of the match. It is going to come down to who has the most stamina tonight in the ring. Illingworth manages to get Jono thrown off of him and both men get to their feet breathing heavily and faster than normal. They charge at each other once again and this time it is a stalemate in the middle of the ring. Neither man is moving from their spot and their arms strain against the hold.
.. : Both men are so freakishly strong!
They break the hold but Illingworth manages to turn Jono around and locks in the Robotic hold. The crowd cheers as Jono is quickly losing his strength and drops down to one knee first.. Illingworth tightens the hold and Jono soon is fading away before the cheering crowd. The referee checks Jono and calls for the bell..
.. : He is out.. Illingworth choked him out!
DING DING DING!!!
.. : Here is your winner… Adrian Illingworth!!
Xavier Lux Vs. Jack Tyde Vs. El Landerson Vs. Tex Attwater
(FNC Hard-Rising Title).
We cut back to the ring, where El Landerson is already in the ring.
Charity: “Ladies and gentlemen the next match is a Fatal-Fourway for the vacant FNC Hard-Rising Championship! Already in the ring, from San Diego, California, weighing 160 lbs… El Landerson! The second man in the fatal fourway, from Los Angeles, California… Weighing 225 lbs, here is… Xavier Lux!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of Disturbed’s ‘The Infection’ which startles the crowd because of the song’s fast start. They get to their feet just as a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, “Venom” Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting his finest black and green gear and a black CCPE T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who give him a mix reaction, not knowing much of the “Man with Venom in his Veins”. He makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Before he can go any further though both Jack Tyde and Tex Attwater come running from behind and laying into Xavier.
Higgins: “What on Earth? I guess this match is already underway then! Tex and Jack, of The Nightmare Court, the other two people in this match have decided to take it to Xavier Lux early and there’s the bell!
Tex rolls into the ring, and runs at El Landerson, slamming him into the mat with a Lariat as Jack rolls Lux into the ring and follows him in. Tex takes El Landerson into the corner and rains blow after blow as Tyde sends Lux into the rope, leapfrog by Lux he stops short, NECKBREAKER on Jack Tyde! Lux turns and catches Tex Attwater running at him, SPINEBUSTER! Lux stands up and yells out, as he spots El Landerson getting up from the corner. Lux approaches Landerson and throws a punch, but Landerson ducks it and spins around as the two begin to trade blows, Lux coming off better as he picks up Landerson and nails him with a sharp bodyslam! He signals the top rope, but suddenly he’s met with a SPEAR! By Tex Attwater! He goes for a cover…
1…
2…
Glass: “NO! Wait, Jack Tyde just pulled Tex off of Xavier Lux?! What’s going on?!”
Higgins: “Well, Arthur… Just because both men are part of The Nightmare Court it doesn’t change that this match is every man for himself!”
Tex stands up and looks around at his stable-mate asking him what he’s doing! Jack shrugs and inaudibly explains something to Tex. Tex shakes his head and shoves Jack, Jack pushes him back but before they can start going at it, Xavier comes from behind and pulls Tex back and rolls him up!
1…
Tex kicks out sending Xavier straight towards Jack Tyde who nails Xavier with a forearm! He stumbles back to a now standing Tex Attwater who’s gearing up for a superkick! Lux ducks and Tex almost nails Jack with the boot, but he catches Tex’s foot and the two of them take a deep breath and back away from one another, turning to be met by Lux and Landerson respectively. Landerson sends Jack Tyde into one set of ropes, whilst Lux sends Attwater into the other… Both men hitting their opposite sides and FLYING CROSS BODY’S by El Landerson and Xavier Lux! They both climb to the top ropes, waiting for Jack and Tex to get up…
Higgins: “Xavier Lux and El Landerson here gearing up for something, on opposite turnbuckles as Jack and Tex begin to climb to their feet…”
Tex Attwater and Jack Tyde are slowly stumbling to their feet… Both El Landerson and Xavier Lux put their arms in the air DOUBLE TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA! Sending both Tex and Jack to the outside! El Landerson turns to make his way to the outside but he’s spun around by Xavier Lux who whips him into the corner and follows it up with a picture perfect dropkick to jaw!
Glass: “And Lux calls that move “The Toxin”! He’s setting El Landerson up for something, but NO! FROM BEHIND! Tex Attwater! He has him hooked him in “THE BRIDLE” (Full Nelson) But Lux drops JAWBREAKER!”
Xavier Lux scrambles back to his feet, hooks himself underneath Tex’s arm and lifts him dropping him with “THE ANTIDOTE!” (Lumbar Check). On the outside Jack Tyde and El Landerson are scrapping. Xavier Lux covers Tex!
1…
Landerson sends Tyde into the barrier, but he reverses it!
2…
Jack Tyde turns around and sees Xavier covering Tex! He slides into the ring to break it up…
……THREE!!!
Higgins: “Xavier Lux has done it! He’s beaten El Landerson and The Nightmare Court to win the vacant Hard-Rising Title!”
Charity: “Here is your winner… AND NEW FNC Hard-Rising Champion! XAVIER LUX!!
Aria Knight Vs. Beckett Marisol.
Charity: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, hailing from Micanopy, Florida, a woman who needs no introduction… “DADDY” MARISOL!”
“Home, Finally” by Dana Fowler and The erupts over the speakers and Aria Knight makes her way out from the back, moving methodically without paying any attention to the capacity crowd.
Higgins: “This is bound to get ugly, given all the things Aria Knight had to say about Daddy Marisol this week.”
Charity: “Making her way to the ring, from Oldham, England… here comes ARIAAAAAAAAAA KNIGHT!!”
Aria checks her wrist tape and climbs the steps, wiping her feet before moving between the ropes, pointing at Daddy Marisol who’s already there, leaning on the corner.
***DING DING DING***
Aria finds a quick rear waist lock and tries to sweep Daddy Marisol down to the mat with a hammerlock, stealing a signature from Beckett by slamming her down with a hammerlock belly to back suplex! Beckett is back up in an instant though, and Aria lets her have it, unloading some seriously stiff strikes before Marisol fires back and counters into a snapmare takedown to create some distance. Marisol backs off a bit but the moment Aria comes in, she nails her with a cheap eye rake!
Glass: “There’s no love lost between these two, that’s for sure!”
Beckett and Aria lock up, but Aria muscles Daddy Marisol to the corner, smashing an elbow across her face in the process. Aria slams Marisol down with a German suplex for a 1.5 count! Aria locks in an arm wringer and whips Marisol to the ropes, taking firm control of the match. Marisol goes for a sunset flip, Aria tries to counter, but Marisol rolls through for a cheap schoolboy and a 2 count, getting the crowd pretty heated in the process. Marisol telegraphs a European uppercut but Aria dodges, snatches her and takes her down with a belly to belly suplex! She drops down, looking for that old school bow-and-arrow hold but Marisol breaks out by grabbing the leg of the referee and pulling the official down on top of them.
Higgins: “There’s the Daddy Marisol fighting spirit that made her a champion!”
Glass: “Right now she’s just fighting to stay alive! Aria Knight has her number!”
Marisol baseball slides Aria to the outside and goes for a seated senton from the apron, but Aria catches Marisol and launches her into the barricade where she collides, face-first. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Aria smashes Marisol’s face off her knee before hauling her back to the ring. She dumps her through the ropes and slides in after her, immediately locking, catching her in that bow-and-arrow hold. Marisol flips out into a cover on Aria and gets a shocking 2 count as the crowd roars with disapproval. Aria hits the ropes and drops a knee into Marisol’s temple, riding her down to the canvas and pummelling her before smothering her for a pinfall and a 2.5 count! Aria locks in body scissors, but Marisol fights out. Marisol hits the ropes and charges at Aria, but Aria slips past – THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE KNIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE (V-trigger) AND DADDY MARISOL IS DAZED!! She staggers back into the corner and Aria nails her with a splash and then obliterates her with the Bangers & Mash (Cross Rhodes). Daddy Marisol drops like a sack of potatoes and Aria hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREEEEEE!!
Higgins: “Bangers & Mash seals the deal and Aria Knight picks up a huge win for herself tonight!”
Charity: “Your winner by way of pinfall… ARIAAAAAAAAAAA KNIGHT!!!”
Andre Cash © Vs. TJ Alexander
(TV Title Match).
The bell rings, and Andre Cash and TJ Alexander gradually move in. They lock up, and TJ Alexander grabs onto a side headlock. Andre steps down on the back of him knee after a few moments, and he twists him arm into a basic wristlock. He steps off the back of him knee so he can put all of his weight into it, but TJ Alexander rolls onto him back with the opportunity, and kips up to him feet before hitting a hard kick to the thigh. Andre releases and backs off, shaking his leg.
Glass: “Very tentative start here. Both Andre and TJ Alexander know exactly what this means.”
They come forward again, but Andre turns before they can lock arms, and he grabs a side headlock. TJ Alexander tries to push Andre’s leg down in the same counter, but Andre takes him down to the mat before he can. He nods, thinking he’s done something very smart. He keeps the pressure on for a bit, but TJ Alexander maneuvers him legs away from Andre’s body. He brings them up and pulls Chambers out of the hold with a Headscissors. Andre tries to quickly kip up and out, but TJ Alexander’s hold is too tightly applied. He turns onto his stomach and over to his knees, but he can’t pull himself out. He rolls forward instead, getting all his weight on top of TJ Alexander in a cover!
1…
2…
TJ Alexander rolls over so he has a gutwrench on while Andre is face down. He switches back over, and almost grabs him for a Rear Naked Choke, but Andre scrambles to get away from that, and he rolls to the ropes.
Glass: “He almost ended this early!”
Higgins: “All due respect to Andre Cash, but he’s not going to win on the mat against TJ Alexander. He’s come a long way, and I get that he’s trying to prove something, but this isn’t the way to do it.”
TJ Alexander gets up with a smile on him face, and the go to lock up again. Andre tries to swing with a palm strike, but TJ Alexander ducks. He tries a huge lifting knee, but Andre BARELY steps back out of the way. They lock up again, and TJ Alexander easily trips Andre onto his back. He tries a stomp down on him, but he rolls out of the way. Andre gets up, and he catches a kick from TJ Alexander, and he shoves him down to the mat! TJ Alexander rolls to him feet, and barely steps back out of the way of a Superkick!
Glass: This is more Andre’s power, and what he needs to be doing against TJ Alexander.
They circle around each other again, and Andre comes forward with a kick, but TJ Alexander catches it now. He piefaces him back against the corner, and hits a swift knee to the stomach before walking back. He runs for a Yakuza Kick, but Andre moves, and TJ Alexander hangs him leg up on the top rope. Andre dropkicks TJ Alexander in the back, and it sends him tumbling over the top to the floor. Andre claps his hands together, and he runs off for a dive, but TJ Alexander gets on the apron when he jumps up top for a springboard AND HE PUSHES HIS LEGS OUT!
HE BOUNCES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH HIS STOMACH AND GOES HARD TO THE FLOOR!
Higgins”: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”
Glass: “Andre keeps trying to pick up the pace before its time, yet again.”
TJ Alexander shakes him head on the apron, and hops down to the floor. He waits as Andre Cash gets up, and he runs and hits a Jumping Knee to the upper back and neck that sends Chambers falling into the railing. TJ Alexander gets back into the ring, and lets Andre Cash get back in at his own pace and expend his own energy. Andre gets up holding his neck, but he slides into the ring. He starts to get up, and TJ Alexander knees him in the stomach. He snapmares him down to the mat and jumps up to deliver a knee drop to the chest! Andre rolls onto his stomach and gets to all fours, so TJ Alexander hits a HARD kick to the ribs! Andre rolls over again, and TJ Alexander grabs him by the head He pulls him up and shoves him across the face.
Glass: “Signs of life!”
TJ Alexander grabs him in a clinch and throws four hard knees up into his chst and face, before he lets go and shoves him into the corner. TJ Alexander runs forward with a knee to the stomach, and keeps slamming him knee into Andre’s chest and midsection until he drops down to sit in the corner. He presses the flat of him boot against Andre’s chest and challenges him to fight back. Andre tries to lift him boot off, but he lets go and hits a knee to the chest again. TJ Alexander backs off to the other side of the ring as Andre gets up, and he runs. Andre ducks a clothesline though and turns around to hit TJ Alexander right in the face with a dropkick! TJ Alexander rolls away, and Andre crawls to the ropes. He pulls himself under the bottom rope to the apron, and TJ Alexander begins to get up.
SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!
ONE…
TWO…
THR – No!
TJ Alexander kicks out!
Glass: “Andre needs to keep sticking and moving.”
He waits as TJ Alexander sits up, and he runs to hit a Basement Dropkick! He goes down, and Andre jumps up to hit him with a Double Stomp to the gut! STANDING MOONSAULT! LIONSAULT!
ONE…
TWO…
THRE – No!
TJ Alexander kicks out!
Andre Cash pulls TJ Alexander off of the mat and he hits a forearm. He grabs the arm to try and whip him off the ropes, but TJ Alexander blocks it. He tries a high Roundhouse Kick, but Andre ducks under it. He brings his head back up, and he hits a Spinning Wheel Kick into the temple! Andre stumbles, still on his feet, and TJ Alexander grabs him. He elbows out of a German Suplex try, so he hits a Rolling Back Chop to his neck! He runs off the ropes in front of him, but Andre leaps up and takes him down with a Huracanrana! He rolls out to the floor and Andre runs off the ropes and hits the RUNNING SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES
Higgins: “This is Andre’s game!”
Andre high fives the fans, before he picks up TJ Alexander, and he rolls him in. He goes up top, BUT TJ JUMPS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE AND HITS AN ENZUIGURI! Andre falls across the top ropes in the corner, and TJ Alexander gets up. He runs off the ropes and back in with a HUGE knee up into the stomach of Andre Cash! He runs across the ring again and back in with the Shotgun Dropkick!
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
ONE…
TWO…
THRE – No! Andre kicks out!
Higgins: “Andre cannot let up for a single second!”
TJ Alexander signals it’s time for the end as he lifts him up for a delayed hanging verticle suplex…. Showing off his strength as well, but Andre Cash drops out the back of it, he spins TJ around… OMEGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Glass: Andre Cash has retained the title!!!
Kyla Irvine Vs. Melissa Thornton Vs. Eden Youngblood Vs. Latoya Hixx Vs. Holly Black.
(Female Proving Ground match. Winner gets a shot at the Women’s title).
All five women are waiting in the ring, when suddenly Shante and five other women storm the ring, and begin laying into the women. They clean house by beating down everybody but Latoya Hixx and Melissa Thornton. Suddenly Sebastian Hamilton and his two brothers walk out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos,
Seb: “Alright look guys, look at how easy it has been for Latoya Hixx out here tonight. You’ve earned the shot at the Women’s Champion, I’m going to change the rules here but just for you and just for tonight… It’s a first pinfall wins! So get down there and cover Thornton!”
Shante guides Latoya down and rhe referee makes the count…
1……
2…………
THREE!!!!
Charity: “Here is your winner! Latoya Hixx!!!”
Jasmine Raye © Vs. Junko Souma.
(Women’s title).
Both women use their strength, but neither gains any ground. The two women release, each with a smile on their face. They circle and lock-up again. Jasmine places her leg behind Junko’s and pushes, forcing Junko to the mat.
Higgins: “Junko back to a knee with a smile on her face. She’s back to her feet now, and they lock-up one more time. Junko forces Jasmine back in to the corner and releases. Quick shoulder to the gut by Junko! And a second!”
Souma whips Raye to the opposite side of the ring and quickly follows in, but Jasmine gets the boots up! Jasmine rushes at Junko and levels her with a clothesline. She brings Junko back to her feet and quickly takes her back to the mat with a vertical suplex! Jasmine brings Junko to seated position, places her knee against the spine, and pulls back on the arms.
Glass: “Jasmine with an early submission here!”
Higgins: “She knows that Junko isn’t going to tap out to this, but it’ll help slow her down, which is key in this match”.
The referee checks on Souma who is able to make it back to her feet. Jasmine falls back, driving Junko’s spine right in to the knee!
Glass: “Smart, veteran move by Jasmine there. Usually when the opponent gets back to their feet, they’re able to counter out of the submission. Jasmine Raye kept her knee against Junko’s spine when she stood, and just fell back to deliver brutal impact!”
Jasmine quickly picks Junko back up and forces her in to the corner. She lifts Junko, forcing her to sit on the top turnbuckle and quickly follows. Jasmine with a front facelock…hurricanrana!
Higgins: “No wasted motion here as Jasmine quickly makes the cover!”
One…
Tw-KICKOUT!
Higgins: “And Junko quickly kicks out! Can this thing end in a tie? I can’t stand either of these two.”
Jasmine brings Junko back to her feet and whips her in to the corner. Jasmine rushes in…European uppercut! She backs off and rushes in again…another vicious European uppercut! Jasmine grabs Junko by the wrist and forcefully pulls her out of the corner… third European uppercut
Higgins: “It’s been almost all Jasmine Raye so far”
Jasmine has Junko back to her feet once again and whips her in to the ropes. Junko on the rebound…and she catches Jasmine with a boot to the chest after a telegraphed back body drop!
Glass: “The fans roar as Junko is showing some life!”
Junko hits Jasmine with a clothesline of her own, dropping Jasmine to the mat. She hesitates for a moment as she catches her breath, allowing Jasmine to return to her feet. Junko grabs Jasmine at drops her with a quick DDT! Wasting little time, Junko drops to the mat and applies a rear chinlock. Junko with a rear chinlock here, obviously trying to catch a breather and slow down the match.
Harry: “Good strategy from Junko. If you give her the opening, she will take you off of your game.”
Junko applies the pressure and the referee checks on Jasmine. Jasmine is back to her feet as Junko transitions in to a side headlock. Jasmine forces Junko off in to the ropes. Junko on the rebound, and she slides under Jasmine, picking the ankle along the way! Junko rolls back with Jasmine’s leg as she grabs the other leg. Junko quickly slides into position for the CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! NO! Jasmine is able to wiggle free and get to her feet. Junko charges in and Jasmine nails her with an Enzuigiri!
Glass: “Jasmine with a vicious Enzuigiri out of nowhere! Junko was close to locking in that Crippler Crossface but Jasmine on the offensive again.”
Higgins: “Yeah, that crossface is a very painful submission, Jasmine better keep watching out for that.”
Jasmine picks up Junko and quickly drops her back to the mat with a spinebuster! After a quick elbow drop to the lower back, Jasmine locks in an elevated half-crab! Jasmine really locks the move in and wrenches on the lower back of Junko. Junko yells out in pain and the ref moves into position for a possible submission.
Glass: “The referee is checking on Junko as she tries to lift her upper body and crawl toward the ropes! She’s edging closer…and closer… and… she’s got it! Junko has the bottom rope, and the referee is calling for the break!”
Jasmine quickly releases the hold like a true competitor. Junko pulls himself up with the ropes as Jasmine rushes at her, and she elevates Jasmine overhead! Jasmine grabs the top rope and is able to land on her feet on the apron. Junko turns toward Jasmine…shoulder to Junko’s gut! Jasmine grabs Junko with a front facelock and lifts her vertical, but Junko struggles as she holds the top rope! Junko drops back to the mat and quickly lifts Jasmine vertical…suplex back in to the ring!
Higgins: “That was almost a bad situation for Junko Souma!”
Glass: “Jasmine is down in the ring, and Junko is wasting little time as she steps out to the apron. She climbs to the top rope… FLYING ELBOW DROP!!!”
One…
Two…KICKOUT
Higgins: “NO! Jasmine gets the shoulder up just before the three count!”
Junko slams the mat in frustration and she thought for sure that would end Jasmine. She picks up Jasmine and whips her into the ropes, Jasmine bounces back and leap frogs over Junko. Junko turns and Jasmine with a stiff right hand to the chin that rocks Junko. Junko swings wildly and Jasmine ducks and hits a standing dropkick! Junko hits the mat hard and Jasmine takes a moment to gather himself before moving in.
Glass: “Jasmine looks like she’s gaining her second wind here as she picks Junko up and with another front facelock and she lifts Junko in the air and snaps her back down with a Fisherman DDT!”
Jasmine waists little time and picks Junko up and whips her into the ropes, Junko bounces back and Jasmine lifts her up and drops her back down with a Samoan Drop! Jasmine hooks Junkos leg and the referee gets into position for a cover.
One…
Two…
Glass: “KICKOUT by Junko!”
Jasmine backs away and allows Junko to get to her feet. Jasmine bounces off the ropes and comes running in and cleanly nails Junko with a running knee lift! Junko fly’s backwards and lands on the mat. Jasmine forces Junko back to her feet and Irish whips Junko into the turnbuckle. Junko’s back hits and she grimaces in pain. Jasmine follows her into the corner with a clothesline!
Glass: “Jasmine in full control here. She sets Junko on the top turnbuckle and climbs up himself. Jasmine positions Junko with a front face lock and executes a textbook top rope brainbuster! My god! That’s got to be it!”
One…
Two…
NO!!
Higgins: “Somehow Junko Souma got her foot on the rope and this one is not over yet!”
Higgins: “Wake me up when it is.”
Glass: “Are you kidding? This is becoming an instant classic. Jasmine has controlled the action for the most part, but Junko won’t stay down!”
Higgins: “Too stupid, most likely.”
Jasmine shakes her head at the resiliency of the rookie but continues the assault. Jasmine slides into position and locks in an elevated cloverleaf on Junko!
Glass: “Jasmine continuing to work that lower back area!”
Jasmine locks in the submission in the dead center of the ring and Junko looks like she has nowhere to go. Junko trying to force her way to the ropes and she inches closer and closer, but just before she grabs the ropes Jasmine pulls her back to the middle of the ring and cinches in the hold even tighter.
Glass: “She’s got nowhere to go! This might be it, folks! Junko is doing everything she can but she can’t seem to get free.”
The referee checks on Junko to make sure she is still conscious. Junko starts fighting back to the ropes once again and this time she manages to make it. The ref forces a rope break and Jasmine lets the hold go. Junko clutches her lower back in agony and Jasmine helps her to her feet. European uppercut that hits its mark rocks Junko backwards into the ropes.
Higgins: “Junko is tangled in the ropes and Jasmine bounces off the opposite side and runs in with a clothesline to Junko! Jasmine ran in with so much force though that she knocked himself and Junko both over the top rope and to the floor on the outside! Both women on the ground and the referee starts the ten count!”
1…
2…
3…
Both women to their feet at the same time and they start trading blows on the outside. Jasmine ducks a right and kicks Junko in the gut followed by a snap suplex! Junko arches her back in pain again.
4…
5…
6…
Jasmine rolls back in the ring and the ref continues to count Junko out.
7…
8…
9…
And rolls back to the outside to break up the ten count. She grabs Junko and rolls her back into the ring himself and follows behind her.
Glass: “What a moron! Jasmine had her Women’s Title retained!”
Higgins: “Jasmine is a true competitor and she didn’t want to win it that way! What class.”
After Jasmine rolls back into the ring she grabs Junko from behind and looks set to toss her with a German suplex, but Junko breaks the grip of Jasmine and spins around and locks Jasmine. Jasmine does the same thing that Junko did and counters until she has the upper hand again and goes to toss Junko, but again Junko slips free and quickly grabs Jasmine and tosses her with a German suplex!
Higgins: “That was an incredible tit for tat right there! And Junko holds on as both women stand up and she hits another German suplex on Jasmine!”
The two women hit the mat and again Junko Souma doesn’t release the hold and the two wearily stand up for a third time and Junko hits a third German suplex! This time she releases and Jasmine lands on the back of her neck! Both women lay on the mat exhausted from the action in the match. The ref begins the standing ten count and at the count of 5 both women begin to stir.
Glass: “Junko Souma to her feet first by just a fraction, but Jasmine makes the first swing. Junko blocks it and locks horns with Jasmine and tosses her into the ropes. Junko going for a clothesline, but Jasmine Raye is able to duck it!! Standing dropkick! The crowd is on their feet and have been for this entire match!”
Higgins: “Probably too stupid to realise they actually paid for seats.”
Glass: “Jasmine headed to the top rope! She’s perched up high on the top rope in a crouching position. It looks like she is waiting for Junko to stir…”
Junko starts to regain her composure and finally makes it back to her feet. Junko turns and sees Jasmine but it was too late as Jasmine hits the SUN’S RAYS
Glass: “That’s not a finisher, but is one of her signature moves! It usually precedes the Gringa Killa!”
Jasmine kips up after the flying back elbow and motions for the end of the match. Jasmine grabs Junko and helps her to her feet and goes for the Gringa Killa! NO! Junko with a elbow to the side of Jasmine’s head that stops the move.
Higgins: “Junko kicks Jasmine in the gut and picks her up on her shoulders… JNK DRIVER!!! Junko makes the cover….”
One…
Two…
THREE!
Charity: “AND WE HAVE A NEW WOMENS CHAMPION! JUNKO SOUMA”!
Ryan McCann Vs. Trent Darby Vs. PG-13 Vs. Cyrus Youngblood Vs. Florida Man.
(Male Proving Ground match. Winner gets a shot at the TV Title).
We come back to ringside, where in the centre stand Ryan McCann, Trent Darby, PG-13, Florida Man and Cyrus Youngblood. On the CombaTron is a huge digital clock that currently reads 30:00.
Higgins: “Okay it looks as though after what happened with the Women’s Proving Ground match I see no sign of Sebastian Hamilton, our GM…”
Glass: “You mean ‘The Guv’nor’ right?”
Higgins: “Whatever he wants to call himself, but it looks as though this match might go ahead! And there’s the klaxon!
The digital clock begins to tick down as all five members of the match charge at each other! Ryan McCann heaves Florida Man into a turnbuckle but Florida Man reverses it! On the other side, Cyrus Youngblood and PG-13 have double teamed Trent Darby and are raining blows down on him. Florida man grabs Ryan McCann and hoists him up onto the turnbuckle, he lifts him onto his shoulder and drops him down to the canvas! Covering him…
1…
Suddenly PG-13 yanks Florida Man from off of MCann and lifts him up by one hand, placing him onto the canvas and sending a vicious chop into his chest! Another one, he lifts Florida Man up ATOMIC DROP… PG-13 moves back a couple of steps, then flies forward, LARIAT! Dropping Florida Man to the canvas, before feeling a low kick to the back of his knee, then another one! Another!
Glass: “Cyrus Youngblood seems to know the method of taking PG-13 out, Alex! He’s chopping him down like a tree!”
Higgins: “He is, methodically and it’s working well… PG-13 is down to one knee!”
ENZIGURI! Cyrus hits the ropes, low dropkick! PG-13 is wobbling but before Youngblood can do anything, he’s unceremoniously dumped outside the ring by Trent Darby! Darby turns as PG-13 staggers to his feet EUROPEAN UPPERCUT to PG-13! He drops him! JAWBREAKER! He covers PG-13!
1…
2……
PG-13 kicks out. Darby climbs to his feet and waits for PG-13 to get up ready to deliver a superkick, but he spots Cyrus Youngblood getting back into the ring and SUPERKICK! Cyrus stumbles into the corner and Trent runs in after him CLOTHESLINE, following it up by bringing him out with a BULLDOG! Better known as “THE MOONSHOT BLITZ!” Trent covers Cyrus!
1…
2……
…THREE!!!
Charity: “Trent Darby has ONE FALL!”
Higgins: “Well, Trent Darby ahead now with one fall, whilst everyone else has none!
Glass: “And we’ve had ten minutes lapse on the timer! Ryan McCann now slamming Florida Man’s head into the steel steps and remember the only way someone can gain a fall is by pin or submission, Alex! So there are no count-out’s and no DQ’s!”
The clock on the CombaTron now reads 19:45 as PG-13 grabs Ryan McCann from off of Florida Man and just flings him into the turnbuckle like a bug! PG-13 runs in after him, slamming his body against McCann and squishing him into the turnbuckle. PG-13 grabs McCann and lifts him up, throwing him into the ring, before jumping onto the apron and stepping over the ropes where he’s met by a FLYING LARIAT! By a waiting Trent Darby! Darby picks up McCann as Cyrus Youngblood approaches PG-13.
Glass: “Cyrus Youngblood trading blows with PG-13 in the corner as Trent Darby has picked up Ryan McCann and hoists him with an EXPLODER!”
Trent Walks over to McCann and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle as PG-13 boots Cyrus Youngblood in the gut! DIAMOND CUTTER! He covers Youngblood…
1…
Florida Man pulls on PG-13’s leg trying to pull him out of the ring but PG-13 boots him over and over until he hits the guardrail. Frustrated, PG-13 slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and turns to go at Florida Man but receives COCA COLA IN THE FACE!! As Flordia Man has grabbed a cup from a fan and chucked it straight at PG-13! He takes PG-13’s head and rams it into the guardrail, as we cut back to inside the squared circle as Ryan McCann has attempted a cover on Cyrus Youngblood.
1…
2…..
Youngblood manages to shove McCann off of him, into the waiting arms of Trent Darby who picks Youngblood up and delivers a SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! Outside the ring, Florida Man is now laid out by the announce table and PG-13 has climbed back into the ring behind Trent Darby. He hooks him up, PUMPHANDLE SLAM! But he doesn’t cover Darby, he shifts him off to the side and drops down over Cyrus Youngblood…
1……
2……….
THREE!!!
Charity: “PG-13 has ONE FALL!!”
The clock now reads 10:00 with two combatants on one fall each and the other three on zero! And suddenly the weapons come out! Florida Man enters the ring with a STEEL CHAIR and just begins to let loose on everybody! Firstly Ryan McCann! Then PG-13 who doesn’t go down! Florida Man turns his attention to Cyrus Youngblood, then Trent Darby! However Darby nails a DROPKICK on the chair that flies back into Florida Man’s face! Darby Picks up the chair himself and turns, cracking PG-13 over the head with it! This time the big man does stumble! But before he falls, PG-13 nails a BIG BOOT into the chair that slams into Trent Darby’s face and now all five men are down!
Crowd: “This is awesome! Clap clap clap clap clap! This is awesome! Clap clap clap clap clap! This is awesome! Clap clap clap clap clap!”
Higgins: “All five men are scattered here Arthur! PG-13 has a fall, as does Trent Darby with Youngblood, Florida Man and McCann all on none.”
Glass: “That’s right, Alex and this match has been brutal! As they begin to stir again…”
Darby and Florida Man are the first two up, Trent standing with Florida Man on his knees… Suddenly Trent catches Florida Man with the “CHARM CITY’S CALLING!” (Running knee strike) the crowd go wild as he turns and walks into a “MYCANNICAL” (Rock Bottom) from Ryan McCann! Who stumbles about catching a “GATE KEEPER” (knee strike into German suplex) from Cyrus Youngblood who is unceremoniously dumped into the canvas himself courtesy of “THE REVELATION” (F-5) from PG-13, who looks around before dropping ontop of Florida Man…
1…
2……
THREE!!!
Charity: “PG-13… Has TWO FALLS!!!”
Glass: “So that’s now two falls for PG-13, one for Trent Darby and none for everybody else! But wait… Trent Darby is back up!”
Darby climbs the ropes before PG-13 can see him as the clock reads 4:20… MISSILE DROPKICK! And PG-13 stumbles out of the ring he looks behind him as Ryan McCann is back to his feet “BACK INTO PROTOCOL!” (Rolling elbow) on McCann! Trent Covers…
1…
2……
THREE!!!
Charity: “Trent Darby… Has TWO FALLS!!!”
There is 1:40 remaining as PG-13 climbs onto the apron and shoves Trent Darby from the top right to the outside as he’s about to perform a shooting star press on Cyrus Youngblood… PG-13 climbs through the ropes and spots the steel chair again. He picks it up as Ryan McCann gets to his feet, swatting him away with it. Tossing the chair down, PG-13 turns and catches Flordia Man who was attempting a Hurricanrana on him… POWERBOMB! He lifts him again without letting him go… POWERBOMB again!
00:35 on the clock! PG-13 delivers a third POWERBOMB to Florida Man! Cyrus Youngblood gets up, just as Trent Climbs onto the apron SUICIDE DIVE right through the ropes from Cyrus, sending both he and Darby to the outside and on the other side of the ring, McCann still isn’t moving…
00:10… PG-13 drops down and covers Florida Man…
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00:04…
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00:02…
THREE!!!!
KLAXON!!!!
Everything goes silent for a second… The official approaches Charity…
Charity: “Ladies and Gentlemen… PG-13… HAS THREE FALLS! Therefore your winner and Proving Grounds Male Champion! PG-13!!!
Higgins: “PG-13 did it, Arthur! Just in the nick of time he stole a third victory, to Trent Darby’s two! And he is THE inaugural male Proving Grounds Champion!”
Glass: “He sure is, Alex! And he can now cash in on a Television Title shot… Whenever he wants!”
Crush © Vs. Caleb Scott
(FNC Global Title).
Both men are already in the ring and Crush’s eyes go wide with rage as he throws the belt at Caleb, charging forward and slamming into Caleb with series of savage forearms. The crowd immediately starts booing as Crush hammers away at him, Caleb running to hand the belt off as he calls for the bell.
Crush continues to hammer away at Caleb before driving a hard knee into him stomach. He goes for an Irish whip, but Caleb reverses, pulling him back into a back elbow! HUGE knife edged chop from Caleb! Crush fires back with a massive elbow! Chop from Caleb! Elbow from Crush! Another massive chop from Caleb! European Uppercut from Crush! Caleb stumbles back and Crush charges…GRINFUCK—No! Caleb ducks underneath! CLO—No! Crush drops down and rolls out of the ring! He goes to clear his head but Caleb immediately follows him out with a baseball slide dropkick! Crush stumbles back toward the ramp and Caleb immediately lights him up with even more chops. He goes for a another whip, but Crush drives another knee into him gut before unloading with a chop of his own! Crush throws Caleb head-long into the ring post! The challenger hits hard and crumples to the floor as Crush quickly closes in, stomping away at him before pulling him up and throwing him back into the ring. He slides in behind him, running to drop a vicious knee right across him forehead as he tries to roll away. Crush lurches back up, dropping another knee, and another, before finally running into the ropes for a HUGE jumping knee drop…only to have Caleb roll out of the way! Crush stumbles up as Caleb shakes off the cobwebs from getting posted, and turns right into a dropkick! Crush hits the mat hard, snapping back up into a basement dropkick from Caleb! Caleb dives on top and starts pummeling away at Crush with closed fists as Crush tries to cover up, dampening as many of the blows as he can before he flips his body weight, going into a mount position and driving ferocious elbows down on Caleb! Caleb also tries to weather the storm before rolling through again, throwing even more wild haymakers before the referee finally steps in to pull Champion and Challenger apart.
Glass: “Things are already going batshit insane here! Crush is completely unhinged, and Caleb seems more than willing to match that intensity!”
The Ref does the best he can to keep Crush and Caleb apart, but Caleb shoves past him, looking to go in for the attack once more, only to get cut off with a rake of the eyes from Crush. The crowd erupts with boos as Crush drives a vicious knee into Caleb’s gut, doubling him over. He fires off with a savage European uppercut before running into the ropes and hitting a big running knee lift that sends Caleb crashing to the mat. Crush drops repeated knees to the back of Caleb’s neck before going absolutely nuts with stomps. Caleb tries to claw at him and shove him back, but that only allows Crush to grab him arm and stomp on him hand for good measure! He looks out at the jeering crowd for a moment as he pulls Caleb up, grabbing him by the head and twisting him around before driving him to the mat with a neckbreaker. He sits up, soaking up the jeers for a moment before pulling him up again…and driving him to the mat with another neckbreaker. Crush goes for the first cover of the match, driving his forearm across the bridge of Caleb’s nose as he holds him down tight…
ONE
Caleb forces him way out with authority.
Crush responds by grabbing Caleb by the hair and roughly backhanding him across the face to a MASSIVE amount of boos from the crowd…That quickly turn to cheers as Caleb goes APESHIT, lashing out with slaps and punches in response! He starts to drive Crush back but he quickly shuts him down with a vicious headbutt that sends him crashing back down to the mat. Crush wipes a bit of blood from his lip and spits before he pulls him up, slamming an elbow right across the bridge of him nose before sending him into the ropes…only to have Caleb come back with a spinning heel kick! Crush crashes to the mat, stunned…ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Caleb runs off the ropes…DOUBLE STOMP RIGHT TO CRUSH’S FACE! Crush rolls over, clutching at his face as Caleb hits the ropes on the other side and NAILS a running punt right to Crush’s face! Cover!
ONE
T–
Crush powers out right at two!
Caleb wastes no time pulling Crush to his knees…Snap DDT!
ONE
TWO
Crush kicks out again!
Glass: “Caleb is doing exactly what he needs to do here, staying extremely aggressive, matching Crush move for move, keeping him off-balance and off his feet so he can’t use that overwhelming power to his advantage.”
Caleb doesn’t waste anytime as Crush kicks out, immediately running into the ropes and nailing him with a dropkick right to the side of the head. He crumples back to the mat as Caleb nips up to him feet to a thunderous pop from the crowd. He measures Crush up, waiting for him to start to rise. Crush stumbles up, turning around..FOR! NO! Crush ducks underneath and goes behind! He goes for a German Suplex, but Caleb blocks the throw and reverses into a victory roll!
ONE
TWO
Crush kicks out!
Crush stumbles up as Caleb leaps over him, looking for a sunset flip! Crush blocks it though, reaching down to grab Caleb around the throat. He pulls him back up right into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Caleb cries out in pan, clutching at him back as Crush turns and charges, driving a knee RIGHT into the base of his spine! He pulls him up, twisting him around before planting him with a gourdbuster! Crush hooks the leg as he covers…
ONE
TWO
Caleb kicks out!
Crush runs off the ropes…SLIDING DROPKICK
ONE
TWO
Caleb kicks out!
Furious, Crush goes nuts with chops before pulling Caleb up, twisting him around into an inverted facelock
NO!
Caleb slips out the back!
High velocity dropkick to the back! Crush stumbles forward into the ropes as Caleb charges with a Cactus clothesline that sends both of them spilling to the outside as the crowd goes into a frenzy!!
Glass: “Come on, Caleb! Keep the pressure on!”
Caleb rolls away, finding him way to him feet as Crush grabs at the barricade, desperately trying to find his footing. He fights his way up, grabbing onto the barricade to steady himself…only to see Caleb come charging around the ring, using the steps as a springboard for a flipping senton! The impact sends both champion and challenger spilling over the barricade into the crowd, who erupts with a “Holy Shit” chant for their trouble!
Glass: “Caleb Scott is pulling out all the stops here tonight! He will not be denied!”
Caleb stumbles up to him feet, a swarm of fans surrounding him, slapping him on the back and giving him words of encouragement as he does so. Crush is already crawling back toward the barricade, working his way up to his knees as Caleb presses the attack, slamming a forearm across the base of his neck before he throws him roughly back over the barricade, following suit. Caleb quickly rolls into the ring to break the count before going back to the outside, grabbing Crush and slamming him into the post in revenge! Caleb rolls Crush back into the ring, climbing to the apron and waiting for him to get up before springboarding over the ropes…TORNADO DDT!
ONE
TWO
Crush kicks out!
Caleb shakes it off, going to pull Crush upright. He stands him all the way up, keeping him off balance with a series of hard slaps and chops before running into the ropes…and getting caught with a Double A Spinebuster! Crush rolls away as Caleb clutches at him back in pain. Crush scoops him up…BONE CRUSHER!
Higgins: “YES! IT’S ALL OVER!”
The crowd erupts in boos as Crush covers!
ONE
TWO
THRE–No! Caleb kicks out!
Crush doesn’t even pause after the kickout, immediately going apeshit on Caleb with elbows to the head and face before pulling him up by the wrist and twisting him into a HUGE elbow!
ONE
TWO
THRE—NO! Caleb kicks out again!
Crush slams the mat in anger, shouting in frustration at Caleb before he turns his attentions back to Caleb. He stomps away at him head and neck before pulling him up, spitting in him face before lifting him over his shoulders for Fordplex II—But Caleb goes nuts with elbows to fight him way out! Crush drops Caleb down. Caleb goes INSANE with knife edged chops to Crush! Spinning back chop RIGHT TO CRUSH’S FACE! CRUSH’S NOSE EXPLODES IN A SHOWER OF CRIMSON! ROLLING ELBOW FROM CALB
ONE
TWO
THR–NO! Crush gets the shoulder up!
CALEB STOMPS RIGHT ON CRUSH’S NEWLY SHATTERED NOSE!
HE STOMPS AGAIN! AND AGAIN!
CALEB GOES BATSHIT WITH STOMPS TO CRUSH’S FACE!
ONE
TWO
THRE–
CRUSH KICKS OUT!
CALEB PULLS HIM UP AND MEASURES FOR HI–NO! CRUSH CATCHES THE FOOT! HE SPINS HER AROUND! LARIAT–NO! CALEB DUCKS THE LARIAT AND COMES BACK AROUND! –NO! CRUSH USES HER MOMENTUM TO SWEEP HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! AND PLANTS HIM WITH AN INVERTED SUPLEX
ONE
TWO
THREE
NO! CALEB SCOTT JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Glass: “This is insane! Crush is bleeding half to death, and Caleb Scott simply refuses to lose!”
Higgins: “COME ON CRUSH! FINISH HIM OFF! NOW IS THE TIME!”
Caleb is dead weight as Crush picks him up again…EXTREMELY DEVASTATING! Crush goes to cover, but the momentum of the impact sends Caleb leg under the rope
Higgins: “NO! ITS NOT FAIR!”
Crush grips at his hair in frustration shaking his head, rolling out to the apron. He grabs Caleb by the hair, pulling him back up by the hair. He drives a series of violent forearms into him spine…before he tucks him head between his legs.
Glass: “No…No! Not this! Come on Crush, not like this!”
Crush goes to lift Caleb up, looking for the apron piledriver, but Caleb blocks it! He forearms him back again for another try, but he still blocks it! Caleb shoves him way out! Kick to the gut! Apron DDT–NO! Crush blocks it with punches to the ribs! ELBOW TO CALEB! Crush lifts Caleb up, looking for a Power Bomb…but Caleb slips out the back into the ring! Caleb runs into the ropes, using the momentum to spring over Crush…SUNSET FLIP POWER BOMB TO THE FLOOR!
Glass: “GOOD LORD! Did you see his head snap back?!”
Higgins: “That BITCH. He’s clearly cheating! THIS IS EGREGIOUS!”
Caleb stumbles up, clutching at him back as Crush is completely out on the floor. He pulls him up, but he’s dead weight, making it hard to drag him back toward the ring. Finally, after a ton of effort, he manages to roll him inside, turning him over for a cover…
ONE
TWO
THREE
NO! Crush gets the shoulder up!
Caleb sits up, looking shaken for the first time tonight. Crush is still out of it, rolling over and clutching at the base of his neck, his wounded nose staining the mat with blood. Caleb measures him up a moment…Then heads over to the turnbuckles and starts scaling the top rope. Crush forces himself to his knees as Caleb makes the top rope, measuring him, waiting for him to rise before he leaps…AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A SIT-OUT POWER BOMB THAT FOLDS HIM IN HALF!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE….
Higgins: “Crush has done it and that folks, is all we have time for!!! Come back for Combat in two weeks time!”
