Combat 5/19/23
Combat 5/19/23
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 and the camera follows the crowd and their signs such as “Crush for President”, “Xavier is a LUXury item I can’t afford!” and “El Landerson is El Man”. The camera finally finds Arthur B. Glass and Alex Higgins who appear to have relieved looks on their faces.
Higgins: Good evening everyone and welcome to this Post Riot Act edition of Friday Night Combat! I’m Alex Higgins!
Glass: And I’m Arthur B. Glass and we’re seemingly not fired! As things stand at least… And if you don’t know why I’m saying that, perhaps you should look back at Riot Act from a couple of weeks ago and what that disgusting Sebastian Ha…-
Higgins: He is our boss now, Arthur! Anyway moving on, we’ve got a show and a half for you tonight folks!
Glass: That’s right! Coming up we’ve got Trent Darby making his debut against El Landerson!
Higgins: We’ve also got TWO triple threats for you folks, one male and one female! F eaturing former Global Champion Caleb Scott as he faces off against Florida Man and Cyrus Youngblood! And the current Women’s World Champion Jasmine Raye faces Latoya Hixx and Aria Knight! PG-13 takes on the new Television Champion, Andre Cash in a Non-Title match.
Glass: And in the Main Event another Non-Title match when the World Champion Crush, takes on former Television Champ, TJ Alexander. Now let’s get to action with our first mat…-
Higgins: Wait a minute Arthur, I’m hearing there’s something happening prior to that match!
A Re-Introduction
(Featuring “The Guv’nor” Sebastian Hamilton)
The Epic Metal cover of “Hoist the Colors” echoes throughout the arena, as the new Combat GM Sebastian Hamilton, makes his way through the curtain. He’s dressed in a three-piece Tom Ford suite and peaky cap and carrying both the IIW Hardcore belt and IIW Uprising titles over his shoulders, he’s flanked by the rest of The Nightmare Court. They make their way down the aisle, and one by one climb the ring steps, wiping their feet before entering the ring, Sebastian removing his cap before he does so. Tex Attwater has already retrieved a microphone for Sebastian and gives it to him as the crowds incessant booing continues, the music dies down and Sebastian waits a little longer before speaking.
Sebastian Hamilton: Alright you miserable bloody lot, simmer down and pay attention! This is my show now…
The crowd boos even harder and begin to chant for Kalvin Dayspring. Hamilton just laughs.
Sebastian Hamilton: Yeah, yeah just keep cheering for that pillock as he sits at home doing absolutely nothing right now! You know people have asked me why I did what I did, taking Combat from underneath Kal’s nose and the only answer really is… BECAUSE I COULD! I had absolutely no motivation behind doing it other than getting bored with taking the belts and because I could do it, so easily!
The Nightmare Court suck up the boos and jeers from the crowd as Sebastian rearranges the belts on his shoulders.
Sebastian Hamilton: You can’t go around saying I’m not fair though, I understand that as the bloody big boss here on Combat, I can’t go around hoarding the belts… So here’s what I’m proposing. At the upcoming Combat PPV event Civil Unrest, in a month’s time, there will be a FATAL FOUR-WAY, for the IIW Hardcore and Uprising titles! Not two winners, one winner takes all!
The crowd go nuts at this announcement as Sebastian nods, smirking underneath a stoic face, he turns around part way in the ring.
Sebastian Hamilton: Oh yeah you’re liking that right? Well, let me tell you who the participants will be… Firstly a man who thinks he’s Billy Big Bollocks over here on Combat all because he runs in those CCPE and Mecca circles, that man is… XAVIER LUX! Now I hear he isn’t even here tonight, apparently he’s preparing for the upcoming Mayhem PPV; he’d better be sure after that, which side his bread is buttered, before making a choice like that again.
Now obviously he won’t be walking into the ring alone as I’m sure he’s aware… He will have three men just as ready as him, to take on the challenge… Firstly, JACK TYDE!
Higgins: He’s going to stick a Nightmare Court member into the match??
Glass: Color me surprised, Alex!
Sebastian stands there, waving his hand towards Jack Tyde, before lifting the microphone again…
Sebastian Hamilton: Third up, this man has been impressing me no end the last few shows… So I feel he’s deserving of this shot… TEX ATTWATER!
Glass: Wait a minute! Are you kidding me? TWO members of The Nightmare Court in this match?!
Higgins: And he had the audacity to say he was FAIR?!
Sebastian paces the ring slightly before raising the mic once again, as the crowd boo with disgust.
Sebastian Hamilton: And the final member of the Fatal Fourway, will be none other than… EL LANDERSON! These four, highly electrifying competitors will duke it out at Civil Unrest! With the winner taking home the IIW Hardcore Title and the IIW Uprising Title! I know who my money’s on!
He lifts each belt one at a time, as he names them… Before looking across at Tyde then Attwater, dropping the mic and the group exit the ring together as “Hoist the colors” picks up again….
El Landerson vs Trent Darby
Charity: Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for our opening match and it is scheduled for one fall! Firstly making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland… Weighing 200lbs, this is TRENT DARBY!!
“Voices” by Motionless in White hits the speakers as Trent makes his way down the aisle, with the crowd mostly cheering him, he has a look of focus on his face as he climbs the steps and through the ropes.
Charity: And his opponent, from San Diego, California… Weighing 160lbs, EL LANDERSON!
When Booyka 619 hits he walks out on stage and kneels down on one knee and prays. He gets up and points to the Fans as Pyros burst open and switch to the other side of the stage and does the same thing. After he’s done he slowly walks down the ramp in slaps some little kids high fives and he stops and stares at the kid and hands his Luchador Mask to him and heads straight towards the ring and hops on the turnbuckle and pose both fingers in mid air and walks to the other side turnbuckle in does the same thing mid finger in the air in he gets down as the bell rings…
***DING DING DING***
The two go to lock up but instantly Trent goes for the knee with a quick kick, he repeats the action before stomping the knee, then sweeping the leg of El Landerson who falls to the floor. He goes to stomp him again, but El Landerson rolls away under the ropes and to the outside. Darby walks toward the ropes as El Landerson jumps up and guillotines Trent Darby onto the top rope, allowing El Landerson to jump up and springboard back into the ring from the top rope, with a somersault cutter!
Higgins: Well! El Landerson is really picking up pace in this match! Trent Darby may be facing a losing debut against The Lan!
Glass: Never call him that again! And it’s not happening!
Higgins: You don’t think so??
El Landerson points to the ceiling as the crowd roars with approval. He runs up the turnbuckles and turns ready for the five-star Frogsplash! But before he can, Trent Darby is up, runs to the corner and slams his fist straight into the chest then throws him from the top into the middle of the ring. Trent picks El Landerson up, Dragon Screw! He picks El Landerson up again and nails him with a Short-Arm Clothesline. He picks him up once more and throws him into the ropes but El Landerson does a front spring, hits the ropes and comes back going for a reverse elbow… But Trent catches him in a full nelson hold but he picks him up and flips him onto his shoulder.
Glass: Like I said, this one’s over Alex!
Higgins: El Landerson kept Darby on his toes, but this is gonna be over shockingly soon!
Trent Dart prepares himself, shrugs his shoulders and runs toward the turnbuckle, nailing El Landerson with the FACT CHECK! (Lawn Dart), before grabbing him, hooking his legs and the ref counts…
One…
Two……
……THREE!!
***DING DING DING***
Charity: Here is your winner… TRENT DARBY!
Press conference
(Featuring Jasmine Raye + Junko Souma)
Earlier today.
Flashbulbs go off.
We find ourselves catching an IIW press conference already in progress. Jason Byrd stands behind a table with a large Friday Night Combat backdrop looming behind him. He has a microphone in his hand. Jasmine Raye is seated to his right with the IIW Women’s World Championship resting on the table in front of her, upright and plate forward for all the photographers to see.
Jason Byrd: Ladies and gentlemen, seated here next to me is one of Friday Night Combat’s brightest and best. Not only is she a fifth generation competitor and liaison for the Northeast Wrestling Alliance, she is the woman who broke Beckett Marisol’s iron grip on the women’s division… I give you the new IIW Women’s World Champion, Jasmine Raye!
More flashbulbs, some applause. Raye looks out at the attendees and nods, acknowledging them and their positive reaction. Byrd turns slightly and gestures to someone off-camera.
Jason Byrd: And her opponent for our upcoming pay-per-view event, decided on just hours ago by Friday Night Combat management… she has only just returned to IIW while on excursion in the United States, but in that short period of time, she secured a win over our now reigning champion… a driving factor in why she was chosen for this honor–
Jasmine Raye looks away from Byrd and down at the championship in front of her. She takes a deep breath as he continues.
Jason Byrd: –I give to you, “The Girl Who Makes Rain of Blood” Junko Souma!
The attendees applaud and more flashbulbs go off as Junko enters and looks around the room, her eye settling on Jasmine Raye. Raye looks up from her championship, then stands and eyes Junko before picking it up and placing it on her shoulder… clearly angling toward making a statement: the championship belongs to her.
Jason Byrd: Ladies, please have a seat.
Neither one moves.
Jason Byrd: Okay, fine.
He turns to Jasmine.
Jason Byrd: Jasmine, as the champion, I’m offering you the floor first.
Jasmine snatches a microphone from off the table in front of her. She glares at Junko, then raises the microphone. She hisses through gritted teeth.
Jasmine Raye: Junko Souma… girl who makes rain of blood. Do not make me laugh… Mr. Byrd mentioned your excursion to the United States but what he failed to bring up is that it’s brought you nothing but failure.
Junko stares a hole straight through her.
Jasmine Raye: See, I know who you are beyond our prior engagement. I know who you are now and I know who you were before… and the fact of the matter is that you’ve done nothing… absolutely nothing to deserve a shot at this championship. Thunder Pro Wrestling, CU:LT, Miracle Galaxy Pro… you’ve lost everywhere you’ve stepped foot this year… so you ran back home to Intense International Wrestling–
She points at Junko.
Jasmine Raye: –where you lost to Beckett Marisol TWICE… where you lost in the finals of the Queen of the Ring tournament to Solace Tatum of all people… where your only victory came because Beckett Marisol handed it to you on a silver platter.
Jasmine hoists the title up higher on her shoulder.
Jasmine Raye: A debt that I repaid in full two weeks ago when I did what you couldn’t and became the new IIW Women’s World Champion!
She smiles.
Jasmine Raye: That being said… it will be an honor to defend this championship against you and it will be an even bigger honor to DEFEAT YOU and prove to the entire world that I am THE top female competitor in this company!
The attendees applaud. More flashbulbs. She drops the microphone and holds up the championship belt for everyone to see. Junko looks away from Jasmine and down at the table in front of her. Jason Byrd looks at Junko.
Jason Byrd: Junko… your response?
Junko picks up a microphone from the table and taps on it, causing an echo across the room. Assured that it’s working, she raises it and begins to speak. Her English isn’t great, but she tries.
Junko Souma: Jasmine Raye… when I began training to become… number one pro-wrestler… my dream was to hold that championship. Chiba-san brought me to… United Kingdom… the brand… First Class, it was called then… he was angry, stupid old man… but he promised me, one day… I will be champion.
Jasmine looks down at the title on her shoulder and sneers.
Junko Souma: My life… it has taken many turns since First Class… it has been very cruel at times… but no matter where I have gone… win or lose, it does not matter… I have been cut, burned, bloodied… yet even through the blood in my eyes, I have never lost sight of what matters most to me–
She points at the title.
Junko Souma: –the IIW… Women’s… World… Championship.
A tear rolls down her cheek.
Junko Souma: I will not… disrespect you, the way you have done to me… you are right, I only beat you… because of Beckett Marisol… but I promise you, Jasmine-san… I will give you everything… that I have! I will fight you… I will use every move I have learned… in my career… I will punch you… I will kick you… I will bite you–
She pounds her fist on the table.
Junko Souma: –losing is no option!
Jasmine is fuming. She glares at Junko as she continues.
Junko Souma: I will watch your match tonight… I will make sure it is fair, because I know what… your opponents… are capable of. They have… no… honor. I will not let them hurt you before our match… because I want you… at your best!
Jasmine picks her microphone back up, still pissed.
Jasmine Raye: I am always at my best! I don’t need your help for that! I’M THE CHAMPION! Who do you think you are!?
Junko Souma: I am the one who gets to beat you!
Jason Byrd: Ladies! LADIES! That’s enough!
Both women hold their microphones at their sides, breathing heavily. Byrd shakes his head.
Jason Byrd: You both made your points… in one month, Jasmine Raye defends the IIW Women’s World Championship against Junko Souma, one of the most hotly anticipated matches for the championship in quite some time. Don’t miss it… now, you’re both excused. Let’s keep this thing moving.
Applause, flashbulbs… both women continue staring at each other for a moment before Jasmine walks off with her championship over her shoulder. We fade out on a shot of Junko Souma turning to leave in the other direction as Jason Byrd prepares for the next set of competitors to appear at the table.
Caleb Scott vs Florida Man vs Cyrus Youngblood
*Bell Rings*
The bell rings and out the gate Caleb Scott takes Florida Man down to the mat and the side steps a flying Cyrus who goes over the top rope after missing Caleb. Caleb then returns his focus back to Man who makes it back to his feet and Caleb meets him with an uppercut that sends him staggering back. Caleb then slings Man into the ropes and wits for him to bounce back and hits him with an European uppercut. Caleb then bounces off the ropes himself and comes back delivering a hug leg drop across the chest of Man and then quickly goes for the pin.
One..
Tw…KICKOUT!!!
Man pops his shoulder up but Caleb stays on top of him as he hammer shin with punches to the back and then hits a snap Suplex but as Caleb stands up he gets met with a crossbody from Cyrus off the top turnbuckle.
Higgins: Fast pace action right out the gate.
Glass: I expect nothing less from the Combat roster.
Cyrus gets up and hits Man with a drop kick that sends him over the top rope. Caleb gets back up on his feet and meets Cyrus in the middle as they begin fading punches. Neither given the other room for an advantage as they match each other blow for blow until Cyrus rocks Caleb with a headbutt that sends him staggering backwards. Cyrus quickly follows up with a running knee to the face of Caleb and then lifts him up for a falcon arrow Suplex! Cyrus quickly goes for the cover as the referee gets in postion.
One…..
Two…..
KICKOUT!!!!
Higgins: Caleb Scott not done in this match.
Glass: Going to take more then that to put down the former Champion.
Cyrus slaps the mat in frustration and then hammers Caleb with shots to the face and then grabs him by the head and starts slamming it into the mat. He then gets up and turns around into an enziguri from Man and then man follows up with a Suplex into a bridge pin.
One…
Two…
No!!!!
Cyrus kicks out but Man quickly lifts him up and delivers a spinning heel kick to the face of Cyrus and then sends him into the corner and then Man thrusted a kick upward into Cyrus chest forcing him to rise up! Overhand chop, The contact Mans hand made with Cyrus chest sounded like a shotgun going off. Man grabbed Cyrus hand sending another OVERHAND CHOP into his chest once more! Running to the ropes dragging Cyrus with him, Man rose up to the second rope. Bounced up to the third, bounced down to the second, bounced up to the third once more. Sat out on the top rope and backflipped off the ropes! He pulled Cyrus towards him for a MEXICAN ARMDRAG! Both men got up to their feet at the same time,but it would be man that delivers a running knee to the face of Cyrus and then a followed DDT but before he could go for the pin Caleb sends Man arm first into the steel pole and then get sling out of the ring.
Glass: Incredible offense by man but doesn’t get the reward.
Higgins: Caleb has incredible ring IQ.
Caleb lifts Cyrus up and unloads on him with quick chips to the chest and then slings him into the corner and hits him with a big body splash and then does the same in the next corner. Cyrus staggers out of the corner and Caleb nails him with the Reaper’s Reach! Lift Cyrus up like a normal vertical suplex then flip him back down into a powerbomb and goes for the pin.
One……
Two…..
Three!!!!
*Bell rings*
Announcer: Here is your winner by pinfall Caleb Scott.
Higgins: The former Global Champion picks up a huge win tonight!!!
Glass: Incredible match from all three competitors but it’s Caleb Scott that escapes with the win.
Caleb celebrates in the ring as the referee raises his hand.
PG-13 vs Andre Cash (Non-Title)
Charity: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome to the ring, standing 6 feet and 6 inches tall and nearly three hundred pounds – Andre Cash!
Killer by Eninem begins to pump through the sound system. Andrea Cash makes his way to the ring quickly. Hyping up the fans as he walks by. He rolls under the bottom ring and stands triumphantly in the centre of the squared circle. The fans eat it up.
Hero by skillet begins to play before Cash’s theme reaches its finish. PG-13 steps onto the stage, visibly upset.
Charity: And from Marietta, Georgia. The 7’7”, 280 pound monster…. P… G…. 13!
PG-13 wastes no time waking to the ring. He runs full-tilt, slides under the ropes, and starts laying into Cash just as the bell rings.
Glass: PG-13 clearly isn’t happy with how things have gone recently. Looks like he plans to take it out on Andre tonight.
Higgins: Don’t count out Cash just yet. Look!
Andre Cash hits PG-13 with a series of explosive knee strikes backing PG-13 up into the corner.
Higgins: Brutal strikes but can Cash capitalise on the opening?
Cash strands on the bottom ropes, straddling the turnbuckle and begins to rain punches down on PG-13. After eating a fw solid blows to the top of the head PG manages to push Cash down off the jumps and follow up with a hay-maker clothesline. Cash goes ass over tea-kettle.
Glass: Jeez Louise! He might have taken Cash’s head clean off.
PG-13 is relentless in his assault. He pins Cash to the mat, using his knees to keep Cash’s hands pinned down. Punch after punch connects with brutal accuracy. After ten clean strokes, PG-13 hands come up red and he relents.
Higgins: He’s busted Cash wide open folks!
PG-13 stands and motions to the crowd that it’s time to end things.
Glass: PG is going for the Revelation. This one is gonna be over. Ref just start counting now!
Andre Cash staggers to his feet as PG-13 moves in for the kill. At the last second, Cash drops onto his back and fires a fist into PG-13’s throat as he bends over to lift Cash onto his shoulders.
Higgins: What a blow! What ring awareness. This is why Cash is one of the best in the business. Even when you think it’s all over – he finds a way.
Andre lays into PG-13 with a series of devastating forearm strikes and then when PG-13 is staggering, lifts him into position for a crucifix power-bomb.
Higgins: Alpha’s Edge!
Somehow, PG-13 maneuvers his body atop Cash’s shoulders and reverses the move. The two men crash to the canvas and PG-13 locks Cash in the Rated R.
Higgins: What a unique reversal!
Glass: That’s it. Wrap it up. We’re done!
PG-13 cranks Andre’s neck. Applying as much pressure and torque as he can. Andre struggles in the center of the ring but has no choice but to tap out.
DING! DING! DING!
Charity: Your winner by submission. P…G… 13!
PG raises both hands in the center of the ring as his music starts to play. The Camera fades out to commercial.
Aria Knight vs Latoya Hixx vs Jasmine Raye (Non-Title)
Alex Higgins: What we have next is a match that could very well set the tone for the Friday Night Combat Women’s Division going forward. First, we have our newly crowned women’s champion, Jasmine Raye, in her first match since knocking off Beckett Marisol…
ABG: Blah, blah, let’s get to the real story, son! The homecomin’ of the “Proper Villainess” Aria Knight! I’ve seen some mean, nasty women in my time, but this girl? Hoo… let’s just say there’s girls back in my home state of Sweet Georgia that I might bet against if they stood across from her!
Alex Higgins: And let’s not forget Latoya Hixx. A decorated champion across the world many times over. A true legend of this business!
“She Looks Good To Me” hits as said legend comes through the curtain. Striking her usual pose for the crowd, Latoya makes her way down to the ring hi-fiving the fans as she gets in. Hopping on the middle rope, she raises her arms and blows kisses to the crowd for more fan adulation before bouncing back down and moving to a corner as…
“Home, Finally” takes over the audio system and walking out with the slow, methodical, measured walk is “The Proper Villainess”. A look of complete indifference is etched on her features as she ignores the mixture of boos from those who have seen her recent actions in other promotions and those who will cheer a fellow countrywoman all the same. As she gets on the apron, she pays her proper respect to the mat and the sport, wiping her feet before getting in.
ABG: This here is my bet! I’m tellin’ you! Folks are going to wake up real quick to the top star this woman is.
Alex Higgins: Well, let’s see if the reigning champion has anything to say about that!
The hard, pounding metal strum mashup of “Redeemer” and “Slept So Long” comes on as the crowd goes wild as the reigning FNC Women’s Champion, Jasmine Raye elegantly strides through the curtains. A black rose in hand, she picks at the petals as if counting something while staring hard at her opponents before tossing it aside and flashing a bright smile of vicious intent.
Wasting no time, she makes her way to the ring and gets in, walking directly up to Hixx and holding the title up in the woman’s face.
Which proves to be a mistake as having enough of the pointless pageantry, Aria Knight rushes up and flattens both with a double lariat!
Alex Higgins: She didn’t even wait for the bell!
ABG: Them’s the breaks! She’s a woman of business, not foolishness!
Aria wastes no time as she snatches Latoya and tosses her out of the ring like trash and turns her attention to the champion. As Jasmine attempts to recover, Aria grabs her and unleashes a clinic of wrestling maneuvers. Flawlessly transitioning from a snap suplex to a belly-to-belly to a fall away slam!
Alex Higgins: Knight is absolutely intense! The champion is reeling from this onslaught!
ABG: This is what a hungry fighter does! She isn’t playing around! It isn’t just a message she’s sending, she’s looking to make it clear it’s just a matter of time until she’s champion!
Aria waits as Jasmine rises and turns around… DISCUS LARIAT!
Aria covers… 1… 2…HIXX BREAKS IT UP!
As the champion rolls out of the ring to recover, Latoya and Aria trade heavy blows as Layota starts getting momentum, battering “The Proper Villainess” against the ropes and Irish whipping the Brit and on rebound… SAMOAN DROP!
As Aria rises, Latoya runs up and nails a step-up enziguri and drops Aria to a knee.
Alex Higgins: Hixx is showing why she’s a legend! This match may not be as preordained as you believe ABG!
Hixx quickly grabs Knight by her raven hair and nails a perfect swinging neckbreaker as she yells to the crowd for energy. “Wiping the dirt” toward Aira as she turns around, Latoya does a little dance before attempting a BOOTYSAU…NO!
The champion returns with a vicious DUSTED that turns Latoya inside out!
Alex Higgins: The champion nearly bloody beheaded Latoya there!
ABG: That’s what she gets for fooling around and wasting time!
Sensing her opportunity, Jasmine pounces on Hixx and quickly locks her into the THRONE OF RA!
Alex Higgins: Raye’s got it locked in! This is it!
Just as Latoya seems about to tap, Aria does her own “near beheading” and gives a fierce stomp that drives Jasmine’s head into the mat and breaks the hold!
Looking more than annoyed, Aria grabs Jasmine… BANGERS AND MASH! COVER!
1…2…LATOYA BREAKS IT AGAIN!
As Latoya tries weakly give offense while still recovering from the pain of the champion’s submission hold, Aria shoves her back and as Latoya tries to return to her attack… THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE KNIGHT!
Not satisfied, Aria grabs Hixx and sends her flying hard, shoulder first into the corner post with such force that the ref rushes over concerned as Latoya howls in agony.
Alex Higgins: Dear god! Aria may have separated Latoya’s shoulder!
ABG: This ain’t pillow fights!
Sensing opportunity as she watches Jasmine struggle to get back to her feet, barely able to stand, Aria Knight plucks the brass knuckles from the waist of her tights. She winds up to hit her– NO! Junko Souma is here! Junko hits the ring and snatches Aria’s wrist, pulling the knucks from her fingers! Junko puts them on, shaking her head with disgust at Knight’s willingness to cheat! Aria begs her off but Junko won’t be denied! She swings… ARIA MOVES! JUNKO BLASTS JASMINE RAYE RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Jasmine tumbles through the ropes to the floor! The fans erupt in boos as Junko stands by the ropes and looks down at Jasmine, unable to believe what she’s done! Before she can react, Aria snatches her by the hair and pulls her in… A BANGERS AND MASH FOR JUNKO!
Alex Higgins: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! Knight didn’t need to resort to any of this!
ABG: Whatever it takes! Finish it girl!
Aria throws her hair back out of her face and spits on Junko before turning around just in time to see the wounded Latoya Hixx charging at her in a blind rage! Aria snaps to action and cuts her off with a knee lift before pulling her down into a cradle pin! ONE! TWO! FEET ON THE ROPES! THREE!
Alex Higgins: NO! Not like this! The ref has missed it all! As I said, THIS IS A TRAVESTY!
ABG: This is Papa being a hundred dollars richer! I told you that Knight is no joke!!
TJ Alexander vs Crush (Non-Title)
Referee Mike Johnson calls for the bell and this match is underway! Crush and TJ Alexander circle, then lock up. Crush comes out quickly with a sweet Armdrag Takedown. TJ Alexander is back up quickly, but then back down quickly as he takes a one-leg Dropkick. TJ Alexander rolls to the outside to regroup before staring Crush down
The crowd cheers a bit. TJ Alexander then slides back in, and locks up again, this time connecting with a Kneelift to the ribs. TJ Alexander then clubs on his back with a Forearm shot. He then whips him to the ropes, and TJ Alexander executes a nice Back Body Drop. Crush hits the mat hard! TJ Alexander then bounces off the ropes, and hits a rolling Kneedrop into the ribs of the Global Champion. TJ Alexander covers…
1…
2…
Kick out by Crush.
Higgins: “TJ Alexander nearly gets a quick win here, he’s really targeting the ribs!”
Glass: “Yeah, TJ Alexander is tired of Crush being treated like the king of IIW around here.”
Higgins: “Crush isn’t treated like a king, he’s treated like the Combat Champion, a title he earned, fair and square in the ring.”
Glass: “Says you. The damn merchandise people are selling all kinds of Crush gear, and all they got for TJ Alexander is a couple of damn shirts.”
Higgins: “They do have a visor also.”
Glass: “Do they? I wanna get me one.”
TJ Alexander then picks up Crush, locks in a Front Facelock, and… yes, Vertical Suplex. Crush clutches at him ribs. TJ Alexander then goes immediately to a chokehold. Referee Mike Johnson with the count,
1… 2… 3… 4… TJ Alexander releases the choke, and is admonished by the referee. He then goes for the pin…
1…
2…
No! Crush kicks out!
Well, as TJ Alexander goes to Suplex Crush again, Crush escapes out of it, and drops him into a Fujiwar Armbar. TJ Alexander is screaming as him arm is being pulled slowly out of socket. The referee is checking to see if he wants to give, but no… still, Crush applies the pressure eventually TJ manages to get towards the ropes. The crowd boos. Johnson tells Crush to release, and reluctantly, he does so.
Crush pulls TJ Alexander out towards the center, but TJ Alexander rolls him into a Small Package… however, it’s a poor attempt at it, and Crush escapes prior to the count of one. Crush rolls back to him feet, and as TJ Alexander gets up, he walks right into the DDT! The crowd pops huge!
Crush covers…
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
TJ manages to get his shoulder up but Crush is hyped up now…. He sets up and BONE CRUSHER!!!!
1….
2….
3…
Higgins: “Crush has done it! He’s continuing his dominant streak here in the IIW!”
Glass: “What a match that was! But I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got time for folks!”
