No Brand Wrestling Presents: PINNACLE live on Pay Per View!
Live from the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri
Welcome to Pinnacle
The NBW logo spins into view as the letters within slowly fill with divided images and clips of NBW’s wrestlers and in-ring action of the past. All of this is to the tune of ‘I Know How to Die’ by Motorhead.
Say the word and I'll be yours, save me from the killing floor.
The World Heavyweight Championship and Keystone Championship flash into view before the camera zooms out to reveal them around the waist of ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs.
Outta time outta sight, creeping up on you tonight.
Shawn Jessica Hart and Remy Leroux are shown leading their forces at the Stable Wars against the Upper Echelon.
Can't see your face no more, hanging in the sky.
Once more Shawn Hart is shown, this time flanked by Torment as they win the contendership for the championships.
Might be gone forever and that's a long long time.
The Dream Warriors fill the screen only to stand face to face with the Dynasty Tag Team Champions, D-T.
Thousand years lost in time, outta shape and outta line.
The TFZ Champion Johannes Antonious de Castonovo stands tall within the Zone until the former champion William Arthur Reagan enters the confines.
Flying high you know it's true, searching all the world for you.
Take the wild ride, teach you how to fly,
Zatch Rollins and Nemo are shown confronting The Nightlife Usa before being demolished.
Be on my side I hate them long goodbyes.
Don't believe in miracles and I won't even try,
Gravender and Faulkner come to the rescue and even the odds against Night Life.
I know the law I know how to die.
No more lies no excuse, walk a mile in my shoes.
Outta luck out on bail, run like hell stay out of jail.
Judasbleek is shown as he leads the Upper Echelon to victory at War Games. One man stands tall and readies to cut him down to size – Brock Metzer.
Can't see the way no more needles in my eyes,
Rotten to the core hang me out to dry.
Once folly of the man’s ideals, Matt Haddon now stands as one whom can be looked up to. Zed on the other hand has joined the Upper Echelon for his very ideals.
Give me satisfaction or a damn good reason why,
Cross your heart and hope to die.
A rampage unlike any other Warren Spade has destroyed one after another until the human steam engine blocked his way and now he faces one as savage, RaVage.
Stay on the right track; you can't live a lie,
The battle lines have been drawn, the stage has been set. A fight seven years old finally ready to go down. A Villain - Jack Owyns. A Hero – Spike Saunders.
Make sure you don't go back, look me in the eye,
Know I ain't no angel, broken wings don't fly,
Once more the video package comes to center on the double Champion as he stands alone in the ring, a smirk of knowledge to what is to come.
I know the law I know how to die.
The NBW logo spins out of view and returns to the shot of the arena just as the stage lights up in a blaze of glory. Fireworks and towers of sparks fill the air. The cameras pan the crowd showcasing the various signs and fan support until landing on our two commentators; Marc Gordon and Terry Renton.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Pinnacle!” welcomed Gordon.
“Welcome to the Upper Echelon’s first pay per view. Their Pinnacle of Triumph.” Added Renton showing his support as always.
“Normally we would give you a run down of what to expect tonight. But let’s face it, you’ve seen the preview, you’ve seen the website, you saw SLAM 17, and just now the opening video package.” Gordon stated with truth. “No, instead we are opening with some in-ring action. An Innovator against an Annihilator. Let’s get to it!”
The camera panned back to the stage.
Brent Williams: This match is for ONE FALL!
The opening guitar to 'Ride the Lighting' by Metallica begin and the lights around turn a reddish hue, with spotlights whirling around the audience. The Epicenter I & II goes black for a moment, and then shows a huge Z on the screen. The Z fades out as the drums kick in and the screen switches to images of years past Z-nnihilated’s being delivered to different people, Zed has defeated. Zed steps out of the back just in time for the lyrics to kick in.
Brent Williams: Weighing in at two-hundred sixty pounds and hailing from parts unknown...
Zed paces out into view and stops at the top of the ramp, spacing his legs out a bit and looking down. He looks up and walks toward the ring in a determined fashion, his face showing a little smirk but mostly business.
Brent Williams: ...The Annihilator...Zed!
He walks up to the steel staircase, looking around at the ringside seats and grinning. He looks back at the ring and steps up the staircase, walking across the apron to the middle of the ropes and stepping between them, entering the ring. He walks over to a corner on the announcer’s side and steps up the turnbuckle, looking around and pointing out signs with his name on it. No sooner than 10 seconds later, Ride the Lighting cuts off and 'Hero' by Skillet immediately begins playing.
Brent Williams: And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred seventy pounds, and hailing from Malone, Vermont...
Zed looks back at the entrance ramp as the lights in the arena turn off, blue spotlights shining around the arena, and as the bass hits all of the spotlights combine on the ramp as Matt Haddon walks out onto the stage, his face obscured by a blue and yellow NBW hoodie. Matt walks out onto the ramp before holding out his arm, his fingers pointed like a gun at Zed, who chuckles at this. His other hand grasps the hood as he simultaneously pulls the hood down and throws his fists up, mouthing “Boom” as a huge wall of Blue fire works shoots up from the stage and the lights turn back on.
Brent Williams: The Innovator, Matt Haddon!
Matt stands on the ramp, staring intently at Zed before slowly making his way to the ring, ignoring the fans who attempt to touch the Innovator. He paces down the ramp and stops at the foot of the ring before leaping up onto the apron, entering the ring between the top and middle rope. Glaring at Zed for a moment, he then looks at the referee, which for this match it would be the mid-carder referee sensation Tal Nedrick, and then back to Zed.
Zed backs into the corner as Tal asks Matt Haddon to back into the opposing corner and he does so without resistance as the spotlights cease with the music. Nedrick looks at Zed and asks him if he’s ready and Zed acknowledges it with a nod, then back to Matt to ask him and he responds with a, “Yup”. Looking quickly back at both competitors, he then signals to the timekeeper and he does his job, ringing the bell and beginning the match!
The match has started, yes, but neither man is all that eager to rush head-on into battle. Zed slowly paces out of his corner along the ropes and Matt follows suit, neither man losing eye contact with the other. As Zed reaches the middle of the ropes, he stops for a moment, as it’s obvious that the gears are turning in his head. He turns to the middle of the ring and holds a hand in the air, palm out and fingers spread, seemingly requesting a “test of strength” Greco-Roman knuckle lock. As intriguing as it seems, Matt looks a little confused by this.
Matt is rightfully hesitant about locking the hold in; after all, the best of the worst often begin matches by betraying people in this very hold. However, he shrugs and smirks, walking toward the middle of the ring. He raises his arm cautiously, getting close to Zed’s hand with his, even slapping the elevated hand a few times. Before he locks in the hold, however, he quickly turns away and walks toward the ropes, adjusting his pants and shaking his head. As experienced as Matt Haddon may be with faces and heels, he really seems to have no idea how to approach this precarious situation.
Zed lowers his hand and chuckles at Matt, obviously his past proving him not a very trustworthy fellow. Matt turns back and looks at Zed, a quizzical look on his face as they circle each other around the ring once. Again, Zed takes center stage and raises his hand in the air, still wanting that test of strength. Matt glares at him, knowing Zed is trying to get into his head. Matt considers complaining to Tal Nedrick about this stupidity, but he gives one last thought to it and walks in close and raises his hand again. He gets close again, slapping Zed’s hand a few times, and finally he slowly pushes his hand close to, and then into the knuckle lock.
Immediately, Zed raises the other hand. Matt doesn’t hesitate this time, locking knuckles quickly with the other hand. As soon as the second pair of hands locks, the two men begin vying for top position. Chest to chest, the two men struggle to overpower the other, the height advantage of Zed nullified by the 10 pound weight advantage of Matt. Gradually, Matt gathers top control of the hold and begins to force Zed down, but Zed musters strength from deep and pushes himself back to a complete vertical base, then begins to take advantage.
The locked hands begin to shake violently from the force applied between them as Zed leans his weight into the hold, pushing Matt further and further back until he gets sick of the hold and throws a boot into Zed’s gut, dropping him to his knees in both surprise. Zed’s grip loosens and Matt pulls his hands out of the knuckle lock.
He stretches his hands and shakes the soreness out of them, and then pulls back and nails Zed square in the jaw with a stiff right hook. Zed moves with the impact, the blow leaving a big red mark. He looks back at Matt just in time to catch the next right coming in with both hands. Matt’s eyes widen a little as Zed yanks on the hand, pulling the owner with it into the ropes as Zed quickly scrambles to his feet. As Matt rebounds, he runs right into Zed’s waiting arms with a lift, turn and-
-Matt flat-palms Zed in the sides of his head with both of his hands, boxing his ears and throwing off his balance. Zed immediately releases Matt and backs up a little, making haste to the ropes and shaking his head in an attempt to regain his equilibrium. The Innovator doesn’t think it's a good idea to let him do so and he runs at Zed, extending his arm and clobbering him with a clothesline sending both himself and Zed to the outside! Zed flips over the ropes and rolls a few times, stopping at the barricade clutching his chest as Matt lands roughly on his feet.
He looks out at the audience and grins, making the gun with his fingers pointed at Zed again and mouthing, “Boom.” He turns and rolls in under the ropes as Tal Nedrick begins the count, but it’s much too early in the match for Matt to believe that Zed would stay down and as expected, Zed quickly gets to one knee and looks in the ring, scowling at his opponent.
Around four or five count, Zed stands up and walks to the apron, pulling himself up onto it by grabbing the middle rope. Matt tries to advance on him but Tal catches him before he can do anything and tells him to back up and he does, backing into a corner and bracing himself on it. As Tal turns back around, Zed steps between the ropes and leans back on them, taking a deep breath and leering at Matt. The two men stand up and begin casually circling again, watching each other intently.
They both leap in at each other and lock horns in a collar-and-elbow tie up. After struggling for a moment or two, they both push the other and the tie up breaks without a clear winner. They waste no time in tying back up, and once again, they break off with neither the better of the other. Matt and Zed both jump back in for a third tie-up but Zed throws a boot into Matt ’s gut on the way in, causing him to double over and cough a few times.
Zed grabs Matt’s chin and lifts his head up before loading up a stiff left hand and nailing Matt in the forehead. Matt staggers backwards and Zed is on top of him, throwing a few more punches before grasping his wrist and pushing Matt into the ropes before pulling on said wrist and launching him across the ring. Matt runs across the ring, rebounds, and as he comes back Zed heads toward the middle of the ring and throws an arm under Matt ’s, attempting a hip toss, but Matt blocks it by jumping across Zed’s body and hooking his own arm under Zed’s, flipping him over in a hip-toss!
Zed hits the mat hard and sits up, arching his back from the sting. Matt walks up behind Zed and soccer kicks him in the middle of the back and he yelps in pain. Matt then drops to one knee and digs his raised knee into Zed’s back, grabbing a hold of his chin with both hands and pulling it back to add torque to the hold. Zed reaches out for the ropes, but they’re too far for him. He reaches out with his foot, but Matt sees this and pulls back even harder, sending a continuous shockwave of pain up and down his spine.
Zed’s eyes bug out a little and he pulls his feet back, planting them on the mat. He puts both hands down and pushes himself upward to a standing position with a burst of energy, breaking Matt’s grasp on his chin. He quickly turns around and before the Innovator can react Zed throws a knee into Matt’s temple! Matt falls back, flailing around and holding his head. Zed stretches his back a little, and then hits his knees and pulls Matt onto his back, going for the pin!
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Matt forcefully kicks out just before the two count and Zed is a little irritated but let’s face it, nobody goes down for the count from just a knee to the head...right? Zed gets to his feet, still smarting a little in his back, and grabs the red chunk of hair in front of Matt’s face and uses it to pull him first to his knees, then up to his feet. He throws a few forearms in Matt’s face, catching him on the chin.
He grabs Matt ’s right wrist once again and pulls in an attempt to Irish whip him but Matt has other plans and grabs Zed’s wrist with his left hand and tugs with both, sending him into the ropes, then turning and running off the opposite ropes. As Zed rebounds so does Matt and he lowers the shoulders on Zed smashing into his midsection with a brutal spear. Matt pulls Zed's back to the mat for the cover!
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Zed pushes Matt off of him after a long two count, Matt sitting back on his knees and looking at Zed as the victim of the spear holds his gut with a look of anguish plastered upon his face, his breathing clearly disrupted. Matt tilts back and pushes off the mat to get to his feet and walks near Zed. He shakes his head and laces into him with a soccer kick to the side of his stomach, bringing a coughing fit out of the Annihilator. Matt looks around at the people, a cheering battle back and forth among them of “Let’s go Zed!” and “Let’s go Matt!”. Exactly what Matt expected would happen, a split audience.
Matt stands and watches Zed once again, and as the Annihilator struggles to get to his feet he crawls over to Matt and tries to use him as leverage to try and help himself up. Grabbing onto Matt’s tights, he pulls himself to a semi-standing base, pulling his legs underneath himself. Suddenly, Zed bursts upwards at Matt and smashes him to the mat with a clothesline! Zed follows through by stepping past his downed foe and Matt pops back up. Zed turns around and hits him with another clothesline. Just as before, he gets back up, albeit not as fast the second time.
Zed turns back to Matt as the Innovator gets up, he and grabs his wrist attempting to pick up the pace, and he launches Matt into the ropes. Matt rebounds and Zed swings for a third clothesline in thirty seconds, but Matt wises up to the Annihilator’s plan and ducks underneath, grabbing a waist lock. Matt pulls him in close, looking for a German suplex, but Zed grabs a hold of Matt’s hands and straightens out his body, looking to break the body lock Matt has on him. Finally managing to separate left hand from right, Zed does a very unorthodox maneuver… Shall we call it, a backwards booty bump?
Matt stumbles backwards away from the Annihilator, holding his gut after the very strange bum-attack. Zed turns around and the two men catch gaze again, but that’s quickly ended as Zed swings around, lifting his leg high in the air and aiming it at Matt’s temple where his knee was moments ago. Apparently, though, Matt really doesn’t want to be kicked in the head and he ducks under the shuffle side kick and catches it on the downswing. He pushes on the leg, causing Zed to falter and fall forward forcefully, and he flips his far leg over the one in his hand and drops onto Zed’s back, reaching and hooking his chin again only this time to lock in the STF!
Tal Nedrick immediately hits the mat to check for a submission as the Annihilator screams out in anguish. The Innovator known as Matt Haddon tightens his grip and applies as much pressure as he possibly can and Zed is having a rather difficult time breathing, what with the grown man laying on his back trying to break his spine. Zed raises his hand, almost considering tapping out because let’s face it, this hurts like a bitch, but he decides against it and instead plants both hands on the mat and tries to pull the almost-quarter-ton of humanity, and although Matt rigorously tugs on Zed’s head, the victim of the STF manages to get within a fingertip’s reach of the ropes, apparently touching them a few times as proven by the shaking of the bottom rope.
Zed can almost get a grip on the ropes. Almost there… Almost. Zed can lay two knuckles on the bottom rope, but it might just be too late. He reaches out one more time and, unable to reach the rope enough to grab it and break the hold, his arms collapse and he begins to fade into oblivion. Matt yells at Nedrick to check on Zed and Tal does just that, raising the downed man’s hand in an attempt to check on his consciousness but as he does, Zed takes advantage of Matt ’s now-slipshod grip and lunges as best he can, now able to get a hand on the ropes and he grabs them for dear life!
Matt is flabbergasted at both Zed’s extra effort and his own inability to focus on the task at hand and, looking a mite more pissed off than anything, yanks back on the hold as Tal starts the DQ count. One, Two, Three, Four and Matt lets go of Zed’s head, of course. Matt knows better than to throw away a possible win; he’s no fool, as he has proven time and time again. Zed keeps a white-knuckle grip on the bottom rope as Matt fully releases the hold, including unhooking The Annihilator’s leg. Matt grabs the foot he had hooked with his own and pulls on Zed, trying to pry him from the ropes but he refuses to let his grasp go.
After a moment or two passes by, Nedrick reasons with Matt to let his opponent go so he can get up and Matt, being the semi-scrupulous guy he is, let’s go and backs off to the other side. Zed, not yet ready to proceed back to battling this technically-superior athlete known as the Innovator, pulls himself underneath the ropes and to the outside.
Zed flops on the ground outside the ring and drags himself to one knee, clearly can be seen his body heaving, sucking down air like it was going out of style. He raises his head wearily to check the ring to make sure Matt wasn’t coming after him with another of those dastardly submissions of his. Spotting Matt across the ring and also Tal Nedrick at a 6 count, he pulls himself up and walks toward the steel staircase, pacing up them and onto the apron.
As Tal reaches nine, Zed throws a leg over the middle rope and pulls himself into the ring, stopping the count just before ten. Matt repeatedly nods at Zed, as the Annihilator is clearly still suffering the after-effects of the vicious STF. He leans back on the ropes, hoping to stretch out the muscles in his back and arms and it seems to help a little bit as he steps away from the ropes and motions for Matt to “bring it”.
Matt’s eyebrows rise up in shock, the utter stupidity of Zed’s challenge catching him off-guard. The Innovator can bring it big time, and it would be hard to believe Zed didn’t know this considering Matt’s track record. He cautiously approaches Zed, making sure not to get within fists distance of the larger man, fear of the unknown and unproven hands of Zed keeping him back. Zed steps at Matt and the Innovator decides to step into range, almost challenging Zed to try and swing on him. Zed bring his left hand up to swing a punch and Matt dodges his own left instinctively, but Zed had no intention of swinging at him with that hand and quickly swipes Matt ’s face with a powerful right-handed Slap to the Face!
Familiar with the slap after tagging with the slap himself, Matt is subtly stunned both by the slap and the audacity of Zed to resort to sissy-fighting. Zed wastes no time in going back on the offensive and as Matt recovers and shakes off the slap Zed takes a quick step back and lines Matt up before lashing out and catching Matt flush on the tip of his chin with a Super kick! Matt’s head snaps backwards and he splats to the mat back first and Zed falls on him for the cover!
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Zed close to closing out this match as Matt weakly kicks out just before three. Zed pushes off of Matt and elevates himself to his feet. He looks out at the audience and does a cut-throat, signaling the end is near for good ol’ Matt Haddon. Matt rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself to his hands and knees, shaking out the cobwebs crammed into his cranium from the Super kick. He looks around for Zed and not seeing him, he begins the arduous task of getting back to a vertical base. Meanwhile, Zed has slinked into a corner behind Matt Haddon and is winding up his left arm.
Matt manages to get to one knee, albeit a bit woozily, and wills himself to get all the way up. He turns around, looking for Zed, but The Annihilator doesn’t want to give Matt the opportunity to think about stopping his assault and he charges in, swinging with a Left-Arm Lariat...err, he would’ve if Matt hadn’t grabbed that very arm as it came at him and dragged Zed to the mat, stuffing that arm between his legs and hooking both arms in front of Zed’s face, pulling back in a crippler-style cross-face! Tal zooms in to check for a submission again!
Both men scream out loudly, Zed crying out in pain and anger as yet another excruciating submission is applied to his neck and spine while Matt uses his own screams to apply as much pressure as he possibly can. Luckily for Zed, though, the ropes are closer to him than they were before, not his hands this time but his legs and he reaches out with his right leg and snags the bottom rope under his toe.
Nedrick begins to admonish Matt but he already knows the deal and he lets go of the hold. Matt clearly looks heated about not being able to put Zed away and the Annihilator is happy enough to be out of the submission. Neither the fresher, Matt looks back at where Zed’s foot is still on the ropes and shakes his head incredulously, irritated that Zed managed to reach the ropes.
Matt waves his arms inside to out signaling that he plans to end this match right now and after gathering himself and getting to his feet, he grabs Zed by the head and drags him, albeit slowly, to his feet. Matt boots Zed in the gut and as he bends from the attack Matt stuffs his head between his legs. He reaches down and hooks one arm with his, then the other, and he holds the position for a few seconds, preparing to perform the match-ending move! He rocks forward on his feet, indenting to burst up and finish Zed off, but before he can pull him into the air Zed ducks down a little and out of Matt 's legs, pulling his arms free and turning around to face Matt .
Without hesitating, he lifts Matt in a front bear-hug position and takes off like a madman, slamming him into the corner. Zed backs off about five steps as Matt recoils from the corner, stepping forward holding his back. Zed sees his opening and runs at the ropes, rebounding before sprinting at Matt and burying a shoulder blade into his back completing a nice combination.
Matt hits the mat face first and holding his back as Zed cools down from his little offensive burst. He looks around at the crowd, still split between the Innovator and The Annihilator, and as he breathes heavily he chuckles a little to himself. He looks down at Matt, exhausted, and walks over to his lower half. He grabs one of Matt 's legs, pulling the leg to the side to shift him onto his back, and as Matt rolls over the Innovator snaps up and grabs Zed's hand and pulls it in, wrapping his legs around the Annihilator's neck and arm locking in the Triangle Choke!
As shocked as he is suffocating, Zed’s eyes go really wide and he flails wildly, the lack of oxygen causing a sort of animalistic instinct to kick in. Zed elevates Matt a bit to lift for a slam but the Innovator pops his hips a little more, adding even more pressure to the hold and Zed’s face turns a brilliant shade of crimson. Zed plants his feet and tries to lift, but lacks the luster to lift the Innovator off of the mat. As the crucial seconds of consciousness are consumed in complete captivity of the hold, Zed gradually ceases his attempt to secede from Matt, not consensually but more out of the coma he has seemingly been put forcefully into.
Tal checks on Zed, which at this point he doesn’t even seem to be in the same area code any more, and he grabs a hold of his and lifts it, letting it go and watching it limply fall to the mat and signaling a count of one. He lifts it again, letting it freefall to the mat again and signaling a count of two. As he reaches for the wrist a third time, Zed snaps to life.
The audience begins to get a little rowdy and anxious, expecting one of the biggest finishers in the game to be the undoing of Zed’s future in NBW, but The Annihilator is instinctively aware enough to thwart the attempted choke and he rakes his fingers through Matt ’s eyes, the Innovator of the NBW letting go of the hold to frantically tend to his eyes; no matter how tough you are, fingers in the eyes burn like they were splashed with acid.
His eyes begin to water a bit, not necessarily crying but more from the body having a reactionary need to moisturize the eyeballs, and he rubs them violently trying to un-blur his vision. Zed drops to the mat and second by second he comes to his senses, seeing Matt momentarily blinded he scrambles to his feet and backs into a corner, winding up his left arm once again. As Matt tries to look around, his vision tremendously obscured, he turns toward his opponent and Zed, knowing he can’t waste a second of his temporary advantage, he charges out of the corner and wallops Matt with a Left-Arm Lariat! Zed hits the mat with the aftermath of the impact and he crawls over to Matt and goes for the cover!
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Matt just barely gets his shoulder up before Tal smacks the mat for three, and just like any dramatic referee, he stops his hand just inches, no, centimeters from connecting. He signals to Zed and to the fans a two-count, the people groaning a little and leaving The Annihilator hanging his head. He pulls himself off of Matt and runs his hands roughly across his face in irritation. He raises himself to his feet, looking down upon Matt, Annihilator knowing just how much it will really take to put the Innovator to rest.
He reaches down and picks up Innovator’s legs and steps between them with his right leg and almost as if by design, Matt springs to life and frenetically flings his body to and fro in an attempt to block whatever Zed is planning...but it’s not enough as he steps over Matt Haddon with the other foot and locks in what could be seen as an ode to Bret Hart, scorching Matt by sitting down and locking in the Sharp shooter!
Matt fights the hold with every jolt of energy he has left, reaching out to the ropes a few feet away from him as Tal Nedrick feeds him the all-important question and is ignored. Howling in pain, Matt painstakingly drags himself army-style, forearm over forearm, until he has just enough reach to hook the ropes with his fingers and he does just that, barely grabbing the bottom rope. Nedrick rushes up to Zed and tells him to release the hold but like Matt before him, he already knows. He drops the legs and steps out from between them, his eyes narrowing in frustration.
Zed: Stay down, you son-of-a-bitch!
Zed steps a few feet away from Matt, hands on hips, taking Matt’s down time to ease his breathing a little. Matt looks up at the ropes, grabbing them with both hands and pulling himself over to and then up them one at a time. He manages to get to a vertical base, steadying himself as Zed watches him incredulously, not believing after the beating and twisting he has gone through that he would even be able to stand up.
He takes his hands off his hips and cautiously stalks Matt from a distance, and as Matt turns around Zed charges for a clothesline but Matt ducks, Zed hitting the ropes hard and flipping over them awkwardly. Matt backs off as quickly as he can and watches Zed struggle, the Annihilator’s neck stuck between the top two ropes! Tal Nedrick is there lightning-fast trying to rescue him!
In the ring, Tal Nedrick is trying to untangle Zed’s neck from the ropes it is tangled up in, his lips beginning to turn a dark blue and his eyes bug out a bit from lack of oxygen. Matt backs across the ring slowly, not wanting to have a dead guy in the ring but not exactly eager to help his opponent out of a painful predicament. Nedrick manages to free Zed from the ropes and he lands on the outside of the apron, his face returning to natural colors as he begins gasping violently for air; meanwhile.
Zed makes his way back into the ring, still breathing heavily, and looks for Matt. He locates him, standing on the apron having a shouting match with the ref, and he walks up behind him. He reaches over the ropes and swiftly grabs Matt in a waistlock much to the complete surprise of Matt , and the Innovator’s eyes bulge out as Zed lifts him up and over the ropes then backwards over his head and slamming him to the mat in an originally-performed yet strangely-effective German Suplex! He holds for the cover and everyone in the arena counts along!
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…and once again Matt kicks out! A mix of cheers and boos rain down on them as Zed shakes his head. Zed signals for the end of this match. He grabs Matt’s hair again and pulls him to his feet amidst an admonishing from Nedrick. He grabs a hold of Matt’s arm and pulls him into an Irish whip, throwing him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Zed ducks down, but Matt is lucid enough to know what will happen if he runs into the waiting arms of Zed and he stops and kicks Zed with an up-kick, his boot connecting cleanly with Zed’s breastplate.
He runs back off the ropes and jumps at Zed, the latter catching him and stumbling backwards under the weight until he trips and falls backwards on something. Unfortunately for them, that thing was Tal Nedrick, who underneath the near-five-hundred pounds of falling dead weight is now incapacitated. As soon as that proceeded, the two men rolled around on the mat, exchanging punches with each other but Zed clearly gaining the advantage. Zed mounts Matt and begins to rain down punches, but before any serious damage is done. Matt blocks an incoming blow as Zed counters with a vicious head butt.
Matt is staring at the lights as Zed hastily runs over to Nedrick and helps the recovering referee to his senses by shaking him a few times. Zed goes for a quick pin, Matt kicks out. Matt Haddon stays on him however, bringing up himself and pushing Zed into the turnbuckles. After various punches to his body he whips Zed into the ropes, and once he re-approaches Matt Haddon pivots his body, roughly elbowing Zed in the head. The Annihilator goes down hard.
Clearly on the advantage Matt Haddon brings Zed up from the mat, shoving him into the ropes. He pushes his head back, and unlike before where he just looking for some type of intimidation, Matt Haddon turns the mental into physical as he repeatedly clubs at his exposed chest. Looking to whip him into the opposite ropes Matt Haddon is caught off guard as Zed keeps his right arm locked around the ropes, in turn preventing any forward motion.
Quickly Zed Round-House Kicks Matt Haddon in the leg, leaving him temporarily distracted and giving Zed the chance to connect with an Enziguri to the side of Matt Haddon’s head. With his opponent dropping to one knee and probably a little woozy in the head, Zed backs off the ropes, Drop-Kicking Matt Haddon in the face. This time, Matt Haddon goes down, Zed makes a pin attempt.
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With Zed attempting to bring himself up and Matt Haddon trying to sooth the pain that resonates in his body, both men are given a momentary break. Once Zed gets himself up Matt Haddon approaches, firing with more of what are becoming his trademark forearms. It doesn’t long for Zed to figure out he doesn’t like where this is going, and he begins to back track near the corner. Matt Haddon follows, performing more hits to both Zed’s head and body. As Zed finally backs into the corner he’s giving nowhere to go to escape from Matt Haddon’s onslaught. The ref begins his count.
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2!
Zed takes the hit, showing no resistance.
3!
4!
Before the ref gets to five Matt Haddon breaks. Whether he was aware of what Zed’s apparent plan was and was just calling his bluff or whether he was very close to losing this match is a question no one will ever know ... unless they ask him. Zed takes his sweet time before moving away from the corner. Understandable considering the hits he’s taken. Matt Haddon tries to approach but Zed throws up his body, both feet hitting Matt Haddon in the face. While Matt Haddon wasn’t coming in with any speed or momentum, getting kicked in the nose is still a bit of a bitch and if anything, it just serves to anger Matt Haddon. This time he dashes towards Zed with his elbow extended and looking for The Annihilator’s head.
Zed moves away from the turnbuckles, causing Matt Haddon to rocket into the pads elbow first. With Matt Haddon now the one backed into the corner and with nowhere to go, Zed rolls at Matt Haddon, clipping him in the head with a Rolling Wheel Kick. His opponent derailed and in position, Zed paces back several feet, charging in at Matt Haddon and performing a shoulder block! With the last two moves leaving their mark Matt Haddon comes stumbling out of the turnbuckles. It’s not made any easier as Zed springboards off the ropes behind him, connecting with a Drop-Kick to the back of Matt Haddon’s head! As Matt Haddon goes face first into the mat Zed slowly rolls him over, putting all his weight on Matt Haddon’s upper body as The ref goes down to count.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...1/2 …
Matt Haddon is able to get his shoulder up. Going back to what was working for him, Zed grabs at Matt Haddon’s leg. He begins to step over Matt Haddon’s leg”Figure 4 leg lock”! Knowing the end could be near if it’s applied the Innovator extends his free foot, kicking Zed in the ass and sending him staggering.
Zed is able to quickly apply the brakes figuratively; he’s not an automobile or anything before he goes anywhere or into anything. Undeterred Zed charges back at Matt Haddon but he sticks out his leg, tripping him up. Placing his hands on the mat to prevent him-self from falling on his face Zed’s back is to Matt Haddon, who surprisingly rolls him up in a School Boy Pin.
... 1 ...
Pushing Zed over so that he lands on his chest the pin is broken by Matt Haddon. Huddled over the now face down Zed Matt Haddon reigns left and right clubs onto the back of Annihilator. Zed does his best to escape Matt Haddon’s attack, crawling backwards until he gets towards the ropes. Unlike previously it doesn’t appear this is any type of strategy to get a disqualification victory, more so just Zed saving his own ass. Logical and smart guy. The ref calls for a break once Zed gets his leg on the rope. Honorably Matt Haddon obliges. This good Samaritan act goes unrewarded as Zed dives at the re-approaching Matt Haddon, taking out his leg with a Chop Block! Immediately as Matt Haddon goes down Zed takes his leg, quickly stepping over and applying an Inverted Figure Four Leg Lock!
Matt Haddon bitches in agony as Zed presses down, doing everything he can to add more pressure and get himself named the winner of this match. Matt Haddon looks for the ropes but in a case of unfortunate ring positioning Zed is the closer of the two. Evenly in between the ropes to his left and right Matt Haddon still desperately reaches to both for a break. But alas, he’s not Flex Armstrong, just some guy whose leg may be on the verge of breaking. Having been the hold for awhile, definitely longer then he would like, and with the ropes not looking to be much of a possibility Matt Haddon goes for pure desperation.
He shoots his upper body up, fist extended and trying to connect with Zed’s face. He misses. Matt Haddon continues trying to get Zed in the face, but nope, nothing. Every so often will Zed will increase his upright positioning to get more pressure on Matt Haddon’s leg, which is when Matt Haddon looks to strike, but each time Zed leans back, avoiding the blow altogether.
Believing that the end of the match is near, which it may very well be, Zed continues to press down as hard as he can with the victory in his sight. In one last try Matt Haddon measures up a shot, nearly hurling his upper body to connect with Zed’s face. His fist grazes past Zed’s nose, but the momentum of the intended punch sends Matt Haddon off balance, which due to their connected legs, sends Zed off balance with him. Alas, both men go toppling over and landing on their stomachs.
As we soon find out, the hold is reversed and the pain now goes through Zed’s legs. Only a couple of inches away from the ropes Zed easily grab them, getting the hold to be broken. Or at least the hold is attempted to be broken, what with Matt Haddon having no idea what’s even going on with his legs at this point. After a brief and awkward struggle, their legs are finally unlocked.
Well aware how this could be going for him Matt Haddon rolls himself to the other side of the ring, waiting for Zed to approach him. Undeniably his leg is affected, but knowing that he can’t just give Zed the match, decides it’s time to simply man up and work through it. He tries to pull himself up ... but f*ck that leg really hurts. Hunched over and essentially limping Matt Haddon can only hit a few shots to Zed’s mid section before trying another forearm as he gingerly stands on one leg. Zed ducks, suddenly leaping up and drilling Matt Haddon in the jaw with a knee! Matt Haddon immediately drops to the canvas and if Bob Saget were watching he’d fold his arms and laugh a hearty laugh.
With Matt Haddon down and near the corner Zed looks at him, and then back at the turnbuckles. It’s a divine fate. He steps out of the ring and begins to ascend the turnbuckles. As he reaches the top he measures himself up, and then takes it to the sky. Contorting his body as he sails through the air he looks to land with a elbow drop but Matt Haddon moves away at the last second! After having just collided into the hard mat below, Zed rolls on the canvas while clutching at his elbow.
This buys Matt Haddon some much needed time as he desperately massages and tries to stretch out his leg, anything he can do to work out the kinks. Matt Haddon jogs a couple of steps back and forth, and after figuring that he has his leg where he wants it at least to the point that it’s manageable he jogs towards Zed. With very little speed in his burst Zed sees this coming, avoiding the Yakuza Kick that was coming his way.
Zed grabs Matt Haddon’s left arm in a Hammer-Lock and throws Matt Haddon’s right over his own shoulder. The Annihilator spins his body forward, looking for a Lariat which Matt Haddon ducks. Very easily hooking Zed’s arm considering the positioning he was put in, he gets The Annihilator up onto his shoulders. Instead of going down with his opponent Matt Haddon opts to throw Zed off, slamming his body into the mat!
As Zed gets up he turns around and sees Matt Haddon extended arm and a Lariat in his sight. He ducks under and leaps up onto Matt Haddon’s shoulders, hooking his arms in the process. He tries to take Matt Haddon down in a Crucifix Pin ... except Matt Haddon doesn’t budge. He rolls Zed upwards onto his shoulders, impaling him on his head with the Death Valley Bomb! Reaching back and hooking Zed’s leg as soon as he landed on the mat, Matt Haddon has the pin as the ref begins to count.
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... 2 ...
… 3 …1/2
Calm and cool, Matt Haddon looks to remain in control. He gets Zed up onto his knees, proceeding to hit him in the face with more lefts and rights. He proceeds in a rhythm; two hits with his right, followed by two with his left, two with the right, two with the left, and so forth. Despite the bruising that appears to be coming Zed hangs in, taking the hits before Matt Haddon believes he has him finished. He places Zed’s head between his legs, and it appears eminent that the Power-Bomb is on its way.
Zed drops down before Matt Haddon can get any real grip around his waist, clutching back at Matt Haddon’s leg and holding onto it. He repeatedly punches at Matt Haddon’s leg, causing the standing man to grit his teeth in pain as he tries to shake his leg to get Zed off; apparently believing he’s a small child of some sorts. Finally he thinks better of it and assumes it’d be easier just smack him in the face. After doing so, he proves that yes that was smarter. Jerking Zed up Matt Haddon pushes him into the ropes, speed bagging him again with more of the two-two repetitions with his right and left hands. The hits have their effect, Zed clearly getting groggier and having a harder time standing as it commences.
Eventually Matt Haddon is forced to stop, rubbing at his leg which no matter how much he tries, is still a problem and presumably very painful. Matt Haddon tries to whip Zed off the ropes but Zed has his arm hooked over the top, stopping the attempt. With both men exhausted Matt Haddon takes a disenchanted sigh, throwing it off before whipping him. Despite the shots he’s been taken to his dome piece Zed is somehow still on his feet, but more impressive is that he’s still able to go across the ring without collapsing on his face.
Matt Haddon’s attempt is nowhere near as impressive, however. Again he slowly follows at Zed and lowers his shoulder, most likely attempting to jack it into Zed’s face for a knockout shot. But due to his slow wheel he almost staggers at the end, and with his head down, Zed wraps his arms around Matt Haddon’s head and drills him into the canvas with a Running DDT!
Zed knows this might be the last chance he’s got and adrenaline begins to kick in. He not only rises much faster than anyone would expect, but faster than many would. He looks at Matt Haddon, pulling down his knee pad. Just beginning the process of getting up and trying to shake off the cobwebs Matt Haddon sees Zed across from him. Particularly, he sees the downed knee pad. Matt Haddon immediately stops what he’s doing, staying right where he is.
Zed wants to win this thing, and after the shit he’s been hit with. He wants to do it now. He makes the walk towards Matt Haddon, and Matt makes sure that Zed is the one that brings him up, refusing to do it on his own. Zed takes Matt Haddon by the head and looks to bring him up onto his knee. Matt Haddon’s plan worked. Matt Haddon shoots himself up, firing with a right forearm to Zed’s face. The constant beatings and drops to their head throughout the match have taken their toll, thus Zed stands groggy and almost defenseless. Matt Haddon fires away with another right forearm. Zed is reeling.
Too exhausted to be able to do anything too drastic to avoid the blow that, as anyone who’s familiar with Matt Haddon knows, is soon coming Zed takes into account the previous 2-2 pattern that Matt Haddon has been utilizing. In an act of desperation Zed moves his head to the right anticipating the blow will come from the left. He is incorrect. Zed out thought himself and the forearm came from the right. Along with the brute force and bringing his own head into it, the hit is astronomical.
After the shot and the “oooh” that is emitted by the crowd Zed begins to fall forward. He’s caught by Matt Haddon who for good measure places his head between his legs, lifting him up and a High Impact, Folding Power-Bomb!! Matt Haddon has the pin in place after it’s performed as is customary, but refraining from or perhaps simply unable to put much pressure on his leg he chooses to release the pin. As Zed laid motionless on the canvas Matt slowly made his way towards the ropes. He steps out of the ring and begins to ascend the turnbuckles. As he reaches the top he measures himself up, and then takes it to the sky. Pin-point elbow off the top rope! Zed’s frame jolted in pain as Matt quickly hooked Zed’s leg for the pin.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Rolling himself off of Zed, Matt Haddon throws his arm in the air with his index finger extended as he lies on his back. As Marc and Terry discuss the match the scene cuts to the backstage area.
Get Excited
The camera cut backstage to nbW Interviewer Trent McKnight, who was standign by with the nbW Dynasty Tag Champions, D-T, looking ready for action.
"Gentlemen in a few minutes you will be facing four of your toughest opponents... not only will you be doing battle with Shawn Hart and Torment, but former champions and professional archenemies of yours, Dark Ninja and Psycho! What are your thoughts on this, perhaps your toughest challenge yet?"
Showtime clearned his throat. "Five years ago, five long, gruelling years ago, Proteus and I arrived in nbW and defied expectations by winning these titles away from Torment himself, back when he was two people. That was only the first of many challenges, and the first of many times wer surprised nbW's fans. Over the years we've outwitted, outwrestled, and outlasted so many challengers, proven ourselves time and again, but there's one grawing feeling that persists. The idea that we've got unfinished business. See a long while back, the Dream Warriors arrived on the scene and, credit where it's due, managed to defeat us for these titles. And they held them for a good long while until finally we were able to win them back. That's one for one. And me, I don't like the idea that the score is even. I want the fans to see who the true champions are, once and for all in that ring, and if that means beating Dream Warriors, Shawn Hart and Torment, SuperSquad, Myth & Legend, the Creedes, whoever they throw at us, we will, because that's how good we are, and the proof will be on videotape."
Trent then asked, "For a few weeks, you were absent from nbW television due to an ongoing legal dispute. Are you able to comment?"
Showtime smirked, "It's unfortunate. The lawsuit was a trick of Dark Ninja's, to keep us from leaving them behind. Understand, we didn't want to leave them behind without beating them, but the nbW office had different ideas, and Ninja didn't want us on TV if we weren't fighting him. It's admirable, in its own sneaky, underhanded way. He filed an injunction sayuing we weren't to appear except in the context of a match against him and Psycho. That was thrown out, but for a few weeks it kept me and Proteus from doing what we do unlike anyone else. Luckily, now we get to show the fans exactly what they've ben missing out on. In just a few minutes, you get to see six of the best wrestlers in the world showing exactly why they deserve a chance to wear these belts. Get excited."
With that, Showtime and Proteus moved away from the camera.
The image blinked in and out, before cutting to an image of a masked face in the darkness. Dark Ninja. He spoke.
"What drives a man to be the best?"
"Desire? Passion? Too much sugar? I dunno."
"What I do know is that some men are born great, but most aren't. Any man who isn't me, isn't."
"But greatness comes with a price. A pretty big one. And that bill is coming due."
"I wanted my title match. I wanted it ASAP. Showtime wants to ramble on about being the best but he was beaten once by me and was afraid to be again. Scared."
"So he hesitated, got the management to take away my GOD-GIVEN RIGHT to a title shot. Used his stroke to leverage me out of what's RIGHTFULLY MINE."
"At midnight tonight, my contract, and Psycho's, expire. Showtime wanted to make it so we'd never get another title shot, but he failed. Now he has to pay the price. I'm gonna leave this promotion with gold around my waist and there's nothing anyone can do."
For the last several shows, two separate factions had been doing battle in the tag team ranks. Ever since their debut, the Night Life USA had been wreaking a little bit of havoc, winning matches and making life generally miserable for the battle-tested veterans, Vic Gravender and Adam Faulkner, using their numbers game to steal a couple of victories from the duo.
On Slam! 16, the team of Zatch Rollins and Nemo made their return, only to fall victim to a four-on-two beatdown by the NLUSA. In turn, they were saved by Faulkner and Gravender. On Slam! 17, Adam Faulkner did battle with Techno Dragon and thanks to a little bit of chicanery on the outside from Zatch Rollins and Nemo, walked away with the big victory. But for tonight, all bets were off as the two groups were about to engage in an eight-person tag team war to settle the score once and for all.
The lights faded out and suddenly, the hub lights around the entrance started to pulsate several different shades of blue, purple, and yellow. The EpiCenter started to display names.
There's no turning back
NBW Pinnacle continues forward following an excelent eightman tag match, the fans already at a high when they are suddenly treated to a view of Judasbleek; The Forgotten Son walking through the backstage area, presumably toward the ring. Kansas City, Mo erupts further at the sight of Judasbleek, the Forgotten Son turning his head slightly in the direction of the ring as the fever pitch grows even further.
Terry: Is it that time already Marc? Is it already time for Judasbleek vs. Brock Metzer?
Marc: Time has surely flown by with match after match of truly unbelievable skeptical. So to answer your question Terry, yes, our next match is the No Holds Barred match between Judasbleek and Brock Metzer.
Terry: Oh man, I can’t wait to see the look on Metzer’s face once he fails to beat Judasbleek. Once he comes to the stunning realization that his career now lies in the hands of The Forgotten Son.
Marc: Terry, after what we’ve seen tonight, I’m amazed you can still calmly clam that Judasbleek will win. With all the unpredictable moments we’ve witness thus far; you have to admit that anything can happen at Pinnacle. That anything… Well, will you look at this.
Moving through the halls quickly with his head down, The Forgotten Son looks up in confusion as he hears what seems to be clapping; Judasbleek looking up to find many of the Upper Echelon standing in two lines the hallway, clapping their hands and smiling at Judasbleek. Judasbleek seems uncertain for a moment as he looks into the eyes of Son of Malta, Warren Spade, and even Zed;
The Upper Echelon smiling and nodding as they applaud The Forgotten Son on his way to the ring. Judasbleek’s look of determination seems to strengthen as he steps forward, passing between the lines of applauding superstars of the NBW; Judasbleek locking eyes with W.A.R for a brief moment as he passes by.
Sprint Center suddenly erupts once again however, as Judasbleek comes to a sudden halt; The Forgotten Son standing just a foot from the last man in the procession of his supporters. Kansas City goes absolutely wild with jeers for their Anti-hero, Superstar” Vince Jacobs.
Vince Jacobs stands with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked with that of Judasbleek; The Ratings Grabber and The Forgotten Son starring down for several long seconds. After what seems like five minutes, Judasbleek nods his head slightly at Vince Jacobs returning the gesture with a small smirk as Judasbleek continues on toward the entrance ramp, Vince Jacobs watching Judasbleek go. With Sprint Center going absolutely berserk, we fade to the promotional video for the upcoming No Holds Barred Match.
Marc: Terry, Judasbleek vs. Brock Metzer; its next!
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Marc: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have now arrived at the first Main Event match of the evening.
The broadcast of Pinnacle fades back in from the promotional recap video of Judasbleek vs. Brock Metzer; more specifically, Judasbleek’s war with Brock Metzer. The Kansas City, MO audience in attendance at Sprint Center is bursting with energy; the arena tense as they watch Brent Williams rise from his seat and hoist up his microphone. He waits patiently for the ring bell to chime, then Williams begins with the opening announcements for the match; Brent forced to speak louder over the volume of the 19,000 fans in attendance tonight.
Brent Williams: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a No Holds Barred Match and it is scheduled for one fall.
The arena literally erupts in metaphorical typhoon of energy, Kansas City screaming at the top of their lungs for the upcoming match at hand.
Brent Williams: In this match, there a no disqualifications and count-outs. This match can only be won by pinfall or submission, and all attempts must be made in the ring.
Brent lowers his microphone but does not seat himself, NBW’s ring announcer left to wait patiently with the crowd filling the Sprint Center for the arrival of the first competitor in this match.
Marc: Terry, this may not be the Main Event of the night, but this match may in fact be the most highly anticipated match of the night!
Terry: Could you blame these fans for wanting to see this one?
The arena is filled with dull roar just before. The opening guitar to 'Praise' by Sevendust begins and the lights around turn a darkish hue, with spotlights whirling around the audience. The Epicenter I and II goes black for a moment, and then shows a huge The Wrestling Machine symbol on the screen.
The Wrestling Machine fades out as the drums kick in and the screen switches to images of years past "Independent Clash’s” delivered to different people Brock has defeated. Brock steps out of the Epicenter double sliding doors wearing what is his wrestling tights and regular attire just in time for the lyrics to kick in.
Brent Williams: Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighting in tonight at two hundred and thirty six pounds; He is The Wrestling Machine, Brock Metzer!
Brock paces out into view and stops at the top of the ramp, spacing his legs out a bit and looking down. He takes his left index finger and makes a cross on his chest, vertical slash before pounding his chest, and then he looks up and a sprinkle of white sparkles rain down around him. He walks toward the ring in a determined fashion.
The Wrestling Machine doesn’t break his stare as he moves down the ramp; Metzer keeps the ring the main focus of his attention. Fans reach out for high fives but their hands go untouched, Brock not even glancing at a single member of this Kansas City crowd as he reaches ringside and moves just as quickly to the steel ring steps.
Allowing The Wrestling Machine ship to drop to his side as he hustles up the stairs and across the ring apron, The Wrestling Machine steps quickly through the ring ropes and moves directly toward the ropes as he waits for his rival.
Terry: Just look at this man Marc. Brock Metzer knows all too well that he cannot defeat Judasbleek at his own game; though this may in fact be more Brock’s game than Judasbleek’s.
Marc: This is a match where the underdog can easily prevail Terry, though I don’t think anyone can say for certain whom the underdog is going into this one.
The arena grows silent as 'Animal I have become' by Three Days Grace - is heard throughout the Sprint Center arena. The lights deem to a pulsing red and blue hue. Epicenter I and Epicenter II shows the words T.F.S and images of guerilla groups going to war, buildings crashing to the ground, and a series of violent moments across the globe and shows a series of violent moves that Judasbleek has performed.
Brent Williams: And his opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy one pounds; The Forgotten Son, Judasbleek!
The NBW crowd explodes in a mix display of reactions of cheers and jeers as Judasbleek calmly walks through the Epicenter double sliding doors wearing what is his wrestling tights and regular attire. Judasbleek continues down the ramp he stops while rolling his neck muscles, and walks by the camera. The camera readjusts and catches the back of him, which shows his new, The Forgotten Son tattoo on the upper part of his back, outlined and tribal designs blending well with his arm tribal tattoos.
Judasbleek finally continues his march to the ring; The Forgotten Son quickly reaching the ringside area and moving to the steel steps. With similar haste Judasbleek ascends the stairs, keeping his eyes firmly locked upon Brock Metzer as he crosses the apron and enters the ring; NBW senior referee Chuck Radford quickly stepping between the two men just in case.
But Judasbleek makes no move toward Brock Metzer, The Forgotten Son remaining on the far side of the ring as his eyes remain solely focused upon The Wrestling Machine. For Judasbleek had no need to attack Brock before the bell and both men knew that; for once the bell had officially rung, there would be no place for either man to hide, and nothing that either man couldn’t do to the other. All they needed was the bell.
Marc: How intense a stare down is this Terry? You can literally feel the desire of both men, each wanting nothing more than for the bell to ring so they can tear into each other for what could potentially be the last time.
Terry: Marc, there are few rivalry’s that turn out as bitter as this one; bitter to the point that I wouldn’t put death past either of these two. For everyone’s sake, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
And with that, the opening bell chimes. Judasbleek wastes little time in advancing forward, Judasbleek looking to catch Brock Metzer off guard with a quick offensive as the two combatants engage in a collar and elbow tie up. The two men jocking for position for a moment before Brock Metzer takes a commanding step forward and, in a show of his strength, sends Judasbleek flying backward head over heels. Judasbleek rolls quickly to his knees, Judasbleek shooting a glance out to ringside;
The Wrestling Machine stands across the squared circle as Judasbleek returns his gaze to his adversary, Brock Metzer holding his hands out wide as if to ask Judasbleek if he wanted to try his luck again. Scowling slightly, The Forgotten Son returns to his vertical base; Judasbleek indeed trying his luck again as he advances right back into a collar and elbow tie.
Judasbleek struggles valiantly against the strength advantage of Brock Metzer but the results are the same, Brock Metzer overpowering Judasbleek as he turns his foe easily sideways and drives a knee up into The Forgotten Son’s midsection. Judasbleek staggers backward, the wind forced from his lungs and Brock Metzer quickly takes advantage as he drives a strong forearm against Judasbleek’s jaw.
The Forgotten Son stumbles back further but The Wrestling Machine doesn’t allow him to get far, Brock Metzer clasping his hands around Judasbleek’s left wrist and whipping him hard across the ring with an Irish whip. The Forgotten Son hits the ropes hard and returns toward Brock Metzer at his best speed, Judasbleek just able to duck underneath an attempted clothesline from his powerful foe.
Continuing to move quickly after ducking the clothesline, Judasbleek hits the opposing ropes and returns toward center ring; The Forgotten Son ducking underneath a second attempted strike by The Wrestling Machine, this one a swing of the right elbow. His back hitting the ropes a third time, Judasbleek decides to end this little game as he baseball slides beneath a big boot aimed for his skull; Judasbleek leaping back to his feet quickly and slapping the holy high hell out of Brock Metzer as he spins around.
The crack of flesh against flesh causes the Kansas City fans in the first few rows to groan, Brock Metzer much less pleased with the incredibly disrespectful strike than they were. Spinning around and, in a quick fit of rage, Brock Metzer charges forward and falls right into The Forgotten Son’s hands; Judasbleek sidestepping the charge and sending Brock Metzer out through the top and second rope to the floor.
The Wrestling Machine landing on his feet outside the ring; Brock Metzer reacting just fast enough as he steps towards the ring and captures Judasbleek’s leg before he can leap. The Forgotten Son tries vigorously to shake his foot free but Brock Metzer holds firm, Brock Metzer pulling hard and dragging Judasbleek first down to the canvas before yanking him free of the ring itself. Landing on his feet just in front of The Wrestling Machine, Judasbleek quickly feels some of Brock Metzer’s wraith as The Wrestling Machine drives a powerful forearm down across Judasbleek’s shoulder blades.
Brock Metzer dawns another smirk as Judasbleek cries out in pain, Brock Metzer slamming Judasbleek against the announce table before driving another forearm down upon the shoulder blades of his opponent. With The Forgotten Son exactly where he wants him, The Wrestling Machine clasps his hands around Judasbleek’s neck and the waist of his tights before turning Judasbleek around and hurling him back into the ring. Kansas City cheers as Brock Metzer displays a wide grin just before he reaches down and flips the apron up and begins searching for the first weapon to be utilized in this match.
Brock Metzer finds that he’s quick easily hit the jack pot, the area beneath the squared circle literally littered with all assortments of weapons; mostly for this match in particular. Reaching beneath the ring, Brock Metzer drags forth an aluminum trash can; the waste disposal cylinder full to the brim of other various tools of destruction. With an even broader smile on display, The Wrestling Machine hurls the stuffed full waste receptacle over the top rope into the ring;
the aluminum can landing with a thud and spewing its contents throughout the squared circle. Taking one final gander underneath the ring, Brock Metzer pulls forth the lid to the, or a, trash can and tosses it too into the ring before finally deciding to utilize the tools he’d found to his advantage against Judasbleek.
Terry: I mean seriously, Judasbleek is a dangerous individual on his own. So why on earth would you challenge that man to a match where he can use weapons to no consequence?
Marc: I think it all boils down to the fact that Brock Metzer doesn’t think he can lose Terry. Judasbleek wants to prove to Brock Metzer once and for all that he can beat Brock Metzer.
The Wrestling Machine rolls confidently into the ring underneath the bottom rope, Brock Metzer quite pleasantly surprised as he finds Judasbleek nearly to his feet as he too returns to his vertical base. With his back turned to his opponent, Judasbleek isn’t aware of Brock Metzer’s presence until it is too late, Brock Metzer driving a powerful right hand into Judasbleek’s jaw;
The Forgotten Son dazed enough to be easy prey for a forearm also aimed at his jawbone. Judasbleek stumbles in reverse but the Wrestling Machine stops him quickly, Brock Metzer whipping Judasbleek hard across the ring to the far corner with an Irish whip; Judasbleek’s back hardly hitting the turnbuckles before Brock Metzer charges in after him.
The Forgotten Son counters quickly, stepping out and driving his elbow into Brock Metzer’s jaw; Judasbleek quickly tries to build some momentum himself as he steps out to the apron before climbing up to the top rope. Just before The Forgotten Son can reach his perch however, Brock Metzer comes at him and shoves Judasbleek from nearly the top rope; Judasbleek crashing down hard onto the padded concrete floor outside the ring.
Continuing to smile broadly, Brock Metzer follows Judasbleek out of the ring; The Wrestling Machine look to further dominate Judasbleek before he can even return to his feet. The Forgotten Son is once more treated to a hard forearm down across his shoulder blades, Judasbleek nearly falling atop the steel steps before Brock Metzer guides him in a different direction.
Clasp onto his foe by the neck and waist of the tights again, The Wrestling Machine steers Judasbleek away from the ring steps and instead launches Judasbleek straight into the curved potion of the barricade; these Kansas City fans cheering in protest as the back of Judasbleek’s neck is driven straight into the barrier.
The Forgotten Sons struggles to force his way back up, Judasbleek’s determination almost causing Brock Metzer’s grin to grow larger as he turns his attention to an idea Judasbleek had inadvertently given him. Reaching down, Brock Metzer takes hold of the base of the steel steps and drags the entire staircase away from the ring; The Wrestling Machine putting it into a comfortable position as he watches Judasbleek begin to rise.
Brock Metzer does indeed intend to introduce Judasbleek to the object he’d trample on hundreds of times on his way to the ring, Brock Metzer grabbing Judasbleek around the neck and dragging him over to the steel staircase. Judasbleek tries to block the attack but is too late, his skull driven straight down onto the top stair with a dull thud; The Forgotten Son left leaning over the staircase as Brock Metzer looks around for another weapon to add to the carnage.
Brock Metzer finds his partner in the aluminum trash can he’d located earlier, The Wrestling Machine reaching into the ring and retrieving it before returning his aim to Judasbleek. Sizing up his target, Brock Metzer eagerly steps forward and hoists the waste receptacle into the air before driving it down on his prey; The Forgotten Son managing to pull himself out of the way just in the nick of time however.
Aluminum and steel meet with an even duller thud, the trash can caving in on one side; Brock Metzer quickly pulling the can up for a second strike. But Judasbleek proves faster, The Forgotten Son leaping up to the top of the steel staircase before leaping just as Brock Metzer begins to hoist the aluminum cylinder up above his head.
Leaping from the top of the steel steps Judasbleek thrusts both boots forward and connects with the trash can, the aluminum cylinder crashing into Brock Metzer’s head to a roar from this capacity crowd.
The cylinder is nearly completely flattened by the impact, as is Brock Metzer; the Wrestling Machine is driven down to the floor via the thunderous impact. Judasbleek hits the floor hard as well, Judasbleek struggling to shrug off both the damage he’d sustained from Brock Metzer and the impact of hitting the lightly padded floor beneath him.
After several seconds, both competitors begin to rise to their feet; Judasbleek reaching his vertical base roughly two seconds before his opponent, Judasbleek taking advantage as he drives a powerful kick into Brock Metzer’s midsection.
The Wrestling Machine staggers back doubled over but this time it is Judasbleek’s turn to halt Brock Metzer’s reverse motion, Judasbleek hauling Brock Metzer forward with all his might as he aims The Wrestling Machine right at the steel steps. But Brock Metzer counters at the last second, Brock Metzer spinning the Irish whip around and sending Judasbleek all but headfirst into the ring steps; Judasbleek hitting the steel with the back of his neck before flipping wildly over the staircase and hitting the floor.
Brock Metzer takes a moment to catch his breath, his grin ever wider as he watches Judasbleek lay near motionless fifteen feet away; The Forgotten Son breathing heavily as he looks up at the rafters. He isn’t allowed to lay there for long however, Brock Metzer quickly regaining his composure and looking to take advantage of Judasbleek’s unfortunate collision with the ring steps.
Hauling Judasbleek to his feet and dragging him back to the ring, The Wrestling Machine tosses Judasbleek into the squared circle before following quickly after him; Brock Metzer rolling The Forgotten Son toward center ring before hooking the leg for the first fall attempt of the night.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Kickout!
The kick out doesn’t seem to bother Brock Metzer in the slightest, The Wrestling Machine grasping Judasbleek around the neck and pulling him back to his feet as Brock Metzer himself rose. Sending his still reeling opponent across the ring with an Irish whip.
Brock Metzer reaches down and scoops up the trash can’s lid from beneath his feet; Brock Metzer turn toward Judasbleek as he once again sized up his prey. With The Forgotten Son leaning heavily against the turnbuckle, Brock Metzer charges forward with the trash can raised;
The Wrestling Machine swinging the aluminum lid down with all his might as he closed in on his target. Only to find, that his target wasn’t there anymore. Instead Brock Metzer met the turnbuckle chest first as the trash can lid harmlessly connected with the top of the ring post.
Judasbleek dodging to the right and slipping his legs over the second rope. As Brock Metzer subconsciously pulled the aluminum lid off the turnbuckle, Judasbleek allowed his upper body to fall backward along the ring rope; The Forgotten Son sending both boots into the trash can lid.
Brock Metzer stumbles out of the corner clutching his face with both hands, the shot from the now seriously dented trash can lid leaving him dazed just long enough for Judasbleek to pull himself out to the apron and ascend to the top rope. Standing high on his perch.
The Forgotten Son leaps just as Brock Metzer turns his way; Judasbleek getting great hang time as he turns horizontally before crashing down into The Wrestling Machine with a diving Cross body. Brock Metzer is driven to the canvas and Judasbleek lands atop him, Judasbleek quickly hooking the outside leg as Chuck Radford slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
T-Kickout!
Judasbleek looks heavily drained as he pulls himself up from the pin attempt, The Forgotten Son forcing his body back to its vertical base before looking for his next avenue of attack. The Forgotten Son surveys the ring quickly.
Judasbleek taking inventory of all the weapons strewn around the ring by Brock Metzer earlier in the bout; Judasbleek settling quite happily with a large handicap parking sign. Holding the sign in hand, Judasbleek stalks Brock Metzer as he begins to rise;
Judasbleek charging forward just a second before Brock Metzer turns his way, The Wrestling Machine stunning all as he suddenly steps forward and throws his right boot forward. Unable to cease his forward momentum, Judasbleek is forced to watch in what seemed like slow motion as Brock Metzer’s boot connected with the metal sign.
the force behind the kick sending the handicap parking sign straight back into Judasbleek’s face. The impact of the ricochet would easily be enough to send Judasbleek to the canvas, Brock Metzer quickly dropping atop him for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Kickout!
Brock Metzer however seems suddenly like a shark, smelling blood in the water. The Wrestling Machine rolled clear of the ring rather than continued to assault The Wrestling Machine; Brock Metzer quite obviously looking for something to aid him in Judasbleek’s demise. Landing on his feet outside the ring, Brock Metzer quickly hoists the ring apron up and begins to scour the mounds of potential weapons left beneath the ring;
Brock Metzer apparently displeased with the choice available to him on this side of the squared circle. Moving around the ring quickly, Brock Metzer hoists the apron once again; The Wrestling Machine once more displeased with the weaponry available to him on this side as well. But to his pleasure, the third time is the charm as Brock Metzer pulls his head up with a devilish grin as he finds just what he’d been looking for.
Brock Metzer begins pulling the table out from beneath the ring; Brock pulls the table out from underneath the ring and place it up on the apron. The he places the table on one of its long ends, the wooden surface blocking his view of the ring for only a few moments. But it is in those few moments when Judasbleek strikes, The Forgotten Son given plenty of time to recover slightly and pull himself to his feet.
Judasbleek charges across the length of the squared circle and leaps forward; The Forgotten Son driving both of his boots into the middle of the table’s wooden surface, the weapon consequently driven back into Brock Metzer. Brock Metzer is driven to the floor, Judasbleek following out quickly after him; The Forgotten Son however turning his attention to the table first Judasbleek now looking to utilize the table against Brock Metzer instead.
Judasbleek moves quickly as he pulls the discarded table up off the floor and slides it into the ring; Judasbleek turning to find Brock Metzer struggling to orient himself as he pulls himself up to one knee. Looking to strike while the iron is hot, Judasbleek grabs Brock Metzer around the neck and the waist of his tights and hurls him into the ring as well. The Forgotten Son, perhaps testing his luck, immediately covers The Wrestling Machine as he re-enters the ring; Chuck Radford already in position.
ONE!
TWO!
T-Kickout!
Judasbleek doesn’t seem like he expected anything less from Brock Metzer as the Wrestling Machine forces his shoulder up off the canvas just after two; Judasbleek instead pushing himself back to his feet as quickly as his weary body will allow. Clasping his hands around Brock Metzer’s head as he rises, Judasbleek helps bring Brock Metzer back to his feet as well;
Judasbleek caught suddenly off guard as The Wrestling Machine swats away his grip and instead wraps both hands around the throat of The Forgotten Son. Expecting to be hoisted into the air, it comes as a surprise to Judasbleek as he is instead thrown back with all of Brock Metzer’s might;
The Forgotten Son driven down hard toward what should have just been the canvas, the back of Judasbleek’s skull driven hard instead into the wooden surface of the table. Brock Metzer drops down immediately, though one could perhaps call it more of a fall as he loses his balance, and covers Judasbleek once again.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-Kickout!
Judasbleek does seem on the verge of collapsing under his own weight, The Forgotten Son only held up as he is brought back to his feet by his opponent; Brock Metzer still intent on utilizing the table against Judasbleek. Sending Judasbleek across the ring with an Irish whip, The Wrestling Machine follows after Judasbleek at a walk; Judasbleek crashing into the far corner and left still in his haze.
It is this time, just about twenty seconds of Judasbleek seemingly unable to defend himself at all, that Brock Metzer utilizes to put his plan into action; Brock Metzer scooping Judasbleek up and placing him atop the turnbuckle in a seated position before returning to the table and setting up the legs. Dragging the table near the corner in which Judasbleek is currently situated, The Wrestling Machine moves back to the turnbuckle and drives a powerful forearm into Judasbleek’s skull.
Driving another right hand into Judasbleek’s already rattled skull, Brock Metzer begins to ascend the ring ropes; Brock Metzer climbing up to the second rope before applying a front facelock to The Forgotten Son. Hanging the arm up and over his neck.
Brock Metzer drives one last right hand into Judasbleek; this one finding Judasbleek’s midsection before Brock Metzer attempts his superplex strategy. The Wrestling Machine pulling back with all his might only to find that The Forgotten Son wasn’t going to budge. With his leg wrapped around the second rope, Judasbleek begin fighting back.
Driving stunningly powerful right hands straight into Brock Metzer’s ribcage, The Forgotten Son slowly but surely forces The Wrestling Machine to break his grip; Brock Metzer dropping uncertainly to the canvas, this allowing Judasbleek to continue his offense. Rearing back with his right leg Judasbleek drives it straight into Brock Metzer’s chest, Brock Metzer sent stumbling backward into the table;
Brock Metzer’s lower back driven against the edge before he staggers forward, right back toward Judasbleek. Acting quickly Judasbleek applies a front facelock as Brock Metzer stumbles toward him, Judasbleek leaping from the second rope and swinging his body around toward the table as he soars through midair!
Terry: No wait! Yes, he avoided that Tornado DDT just barely!
Marc: Brock Metzer nearly just ended up going through that table instead!
At the peak of the spin, Brock Metzer hurls Judasbleek away from him; The Wrestling Machine flinging Judasbleek across the ring to avoid being driven through the table with a tornado DDT just in time. Judasbleek lands on his feet however, The Forgotten Son acting quickly as he scoops up a kendo stick from the scatter of weapons littering the squared circle.
Turning around Judasbleek finds Brock Metzer already charging towards him, Brock Metzer just far enough away for Judasbleek to get in a full swing with the kendo stick; the vicious sword-like weapon driven into the ribcage of The Wrestling Machine with tremendous impact.
Brock Metzer drops to one knee and stares up at Judasbleek with a mixed look of anger and anguish. Just before Judasbleek rears back and drives the kendo stick down into Brock Metzer’s face, the strike connecting right between the eyes.
As soon as the resounding crack of the kendo stick connecting with Brock Metzer’s skull fills the arena Judasbleek, who drops the kendo stick before leaving the ring, slides out of the squared circle and search of more weapons.
Judasbleek turns his attention back to the ring; The Forgotten Son scooping up another weapon as he makes his way once again to the squared circle, Judasbleek scooping up a wrench that had too been flung from the trash can.
Having forced his way back to his feet uncertainly, Brock Metzers struggles to remain standing at center ring; The Wrestling Machine with a laceration running vertically up his forehead, blood trickling down his face in a few separate yet steady streams.
In his hands is the kendo stick utilize to rip his flesh, Brock Metzer’s grip unusually solid around the sword-like weapon; Brock Metzer’s eyes filled with the intent to utilize it against Judasbleek. The Wrestling Machine charges forward, swinging wildly with the kendo stick as Judasbleek re-enters the squared circle;
The Forgotten Son a half step ahead however as he remains low and drives the wrench into the back of Brock Metzer’s left knee. Brock Metzer staggers but doesn’t fall, teetering on the edge of his now shaken balance as he tries to remain upright; Judasbleek cutting down the tree so to speak as he pushes himself back to his feet and drives the wrench once again into the back of Brock Metzer’s knee.
Unable to remain standing on his now weakened leg, Brock Metzer crumbles to one knee as Judasbleek continues to fell the momentum shifting in his favor. Both men drop their weapons, one involuntarily and the other intentionally.
As Judasbleek moves across the ring to the far corner; The Forgotten Son leaping up to the second rope as The Wrestling Machine struggles to return to his feet under the power of his now weakened knee.
But Brock Metzer does rise, Brock Metzer turning around to find his foe already in midflight as he soars toward him; Judasbleek turning his body to the right and connecting perfectly with a diving European uppercut from the second rope. Both men are driven to the canvas and Sprint Center erupts as The Forgotten Son quickly returns to his feet, Judasbleek’s arms held wide as he begins to stalk The Wrestling Machine.
Judasbleek stalked Brock Metzer with intent to inflict pain. Brock turns to the center of the ring as Judasbleek ally-oops Brock into the air as he comes down. Judasbleek turns around and in mid air catches him with the Eleventh Plunder. Brock writhes for a moment only to get pulled up to his feet again then snapped over into a headlock on the canvas.
Judas wrenches in his grip holding Brock to the mat for a while before Brock fades out. Judasbleek releases the hold with Brock looking on in the ring the Forgotten Son starts to pace around ringside before coming to a stop in front of a fan in the new official NBW Brock Metzer t-shirt. Judasbleek mouths off at the fan before reaching over and pulling him out of his seat only to pull his seat out from under him.
With a chair now in hand Judasbleek tentatively climbs back into the ring as he storms in swinging the chair wildly. Brock ducks at the last moment and enraged the Forgotten Son charges him again but this time as Brock ducks the chair bounces off the top rope and slams back into the skull of the Forgotten Son.
Judasbleek keeps hold of the chair but instead of going on the attack he slides from the ring. Finally fed up of his games Brock slides out after him and chases the Forgotten Son around the ring. As he catches him and swings him around however Judasbleek follows through clattering the chair into the skull of the Wrestling Machine.
After a stiff kick to the chops the Forgotten Son proceeds to drill the tip of the chair over and over into the ribs and chest of Brock. After five stiff shots Judasbleek throws down the chair and rags the Wrestling Machine back up and in one fluid motion whips him hard into the barricade.
Clutching at his back Brock tries to crawl away from the Forgotten Son but Judasbleek stands over him letting him back to his feet then takes a few stiff forearm shots to the jaw of the Wrestling Machine. After a few more stiff shots Judasbleek goes for the whip again but this time it gets turned around Judasbleek is sent flying into the steel steps with enough force to break through the two set of steps.
Brock grabs the top part of the steps ripping it from the other and then smashing it across the spine of the Forgotten Son before turning his attention to a chair of his own. Chair in hand he kicks and stomps at Judasbleek pushing him as he tries to crawl away, he pulls the Forgotten Son to his feet again pushing and shoving him but as he swings the chair Judasbleek hits a swift and saving dropkick to the knee.
Judasbleek grabs Brock chair tossing into the ring and does the same with Brock himself. Judasbleek slides in planting a heel between Brock eyes then hoists him to his feet only to drop him with a reverse Russian leg sweep.
With Brock incapacitated for a moment the Forgotten Son takes time to wedge the steel chair between the ropes then turn his attention back to his now staggering opponent. Not giving Brock time to catch his bearings Judasbleek tosses him across the ring, into the chair and through the sounds of carnage out to the arena floor.
With pain and blood etched on his face, Brock can do nothing but look up as Judasbleek slowly climbs from the ring arrogantly clapping him-self. The Forgotten Son pulls Brock up to a hunch then grinds his knee into the forehead of the Wrestling Machine.
Brock staggers back catching a forearm smash as he does so but fights to stay on his feet. Judasbleek pulls Brock parallel to the ring and hooks in a front face lock but before he can throw a suplex Brock manages to hook the leg and flip Judas with a plex of his own splat-ting the Forgotten Son spine first on the floor.
The two men slowly get to there feet with Brock managing to get his footing first. He smashes a boot into the skull of the Forgotten Son only to pull him from the floor and slam him shoulder first into the ring post. With Judasbleek rocked Brock reaches into the ring pulling out the chair and taking a sick swing!
CRACK!!!
Luckily the slippery Forgotten Son ducks the impact and as Brock shakes the pain from his fingers the Forgotten Son leaps on the attack with a flurry of clubbing smashes to the head before tossing Brock back into the ring.
The Forgotten Son hooks up Brock and hits a lariat, setting him-self time to climb to the top rope. With Brock motionless Judasbleek jumps through the sky with a frog splash and SMASH! With no one on the receiving end as Brock rolls away from the impact.
Again both men stagger up to a vertical base but seemingly from no where Brock leaps into life planting the Forgotten Son with a German Suplex. Judasbleek is pealed from the canvas like a sticker from canvas and whipped across the ring but on the rebound he manages to switch behind Brock and like a pit-bull leaps atop his back locking in a simple yet sweet sleeper hold.
The Forgotten Son wrenches the hold squeezing and thrashing until Brock drops to his knees forcing Chuck Radford to step in a check Brock’s ability to continue. Chuck Radford raises his arm and it falls once, then a second time but on the third drop Brock keeps his arm high and fights back to his feet. Brock shoves Judasbleek off him to the ropes and slaps in a sleeper hold of his own on the bounce but almost immediately the Forgotten Son drops to his knees jacking Brocks jaw.
The Forgotten Son pulls Brock back up only to get near knocked out by a roaring elbow which Brock follows up with a stiff clothesline. Brock lines up charging at his daze foe hitting him with the running kitchen sick and then breaks into a combo as he tosses Judasbleek into the corner follows him in with a splash and then drops him in the middle of the ring with a bulldog. Brock then dives into the first cover of the match.
ONE ... TWO ... NOT ENOUGH!!
Brock looks up in shock shouting at Chuck Radford for a 'slow count' but then gets back to business by dragging Judasbleek to the corner of the ring. He hoists the Forgotten Son up onto the top ropes then climbs up to the second rope himself.
The two struggle atop the ropes but Brock can't keep himself in control as he is shoved back to the canvas. Judasbleek tries to quickly take advantage leaping for some kind of Hurricanrana but with a simple step back Brock regains control and then goes to lock in the sharpshooter.
Before he is even turned he breaks free and dives to the ropes to keep Brock at bay. The Brock rolls from the ring and starts rummaging under the ring dragging out a table and sliding it into the ring ... well onto the ring apron before it is smashed back into his face as the Forgotten Son hits a cracking stalled dropkick.
After pulling Brock up and hitting a few more choice forearms Judasbleek slides into the ring bounces from the ropes and dives back out at Brock hitting an amazing suicide dive crashing Brock into the barricade. Both men are worse for wear as they get back to the feet, Brock shoves Judasbleek down and gets a bit of distance but as he sets about setting up the table the Forgotten Son tosses a chair bouncing it of the Wrestling Machine heads.
Judasbleek grabs the chair again driving its tip into the skull of his downed opponent. The Forgotten Son tosses Brock back in and follows him to quickly go into the cover.
ONE ... TWO ... THREE/FOURTHS!!!!
The Forgotten Son slides from atop the missed cover and grabs hold of Brocks legs lifting and twisting them into the Enslaver. Brock tries in vain to stop Judasbleek from locking in the submission but the Forgotten Son refuses to let up and locks in the hold dead center of the ring. Brock screams in pain reaching out and crawling forward. It takes him a while but he does manage to get to the ropes and breaks the hold. Judasbleek sluggishly picked up Brock.
Suddenly, Brock broke Judas’s grip and locked his arms around Judas’s waist and pop his hips with a ring shattering belly to belly suplex. Brock slowly begin to search for his next item of destruction with Judasbleek slowly using the corner just to keep his barely-conscious body propped up, Brock goes to work with his building materials. He grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring, and goes to the two untouched chairs.
Brock unfurls the two folding chairs, and places them underneath the table set up in the middle of the ring. With Judasbleek dazed in the corner, Brock walks over and lays into his head with a series of hard rights. As Judasbleek remains out of it, Brock lifts with his legs and uses what’s left of his strength to perch Judasbleek onto the top turnbuckle.
Brock going for anther superplex, and signals for the end. Brock hooks in and goes for the suplex. And he might have hit it, had the beast not awoken. Brock begins to fight back, throwing lefts and rights to Judasbleek’s face that might as well be pebbles he’s pelting at a brick wall. Judasbleek grabs a tight hold of Brock and executed a perfect tornado DDT , right through the table and steel chairs!!!
Marc: Holy crap!!!
Terry: A Tornado DDT through the table and chairs! My God!!!
The crowd, still in awe of Judasbleek’s destruction, continues their roar. Judasbleek notices Brock amidst the wreckage, possibly dead, more than likely paralyzed, and wastes no time in making the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
Brent Williams: The winner of this match… ….Judasbleek!
Judasbleek stood up only to pick up Brock, Holding him up for a few seconds, the crowd goes nuts with jeers, as Judasbleek unleashes the Eleventh Plague Driver on Brock, all but ensuring nerve damage. But it’ll probably be temporary. …Maybe.
Marc: Judasbleek is sending a sick message to all!
Terry: These people are idiots for jeering him.
Marc: I don’t think Judasbleek cares how the crowd feels about him. He just wants to let the world know that he’s back to his winning ways, and it’s unlikely he’s going to be knocked down from that perch anytime soon.
Judasbleek stands up to his feet, the referee tries to lift Judasbleek’s arm but he pulls away. Judasbleek walks to the turnbuckle and points to the time keeper to pass him a microphone. A pond receiving the microphone Judasbleek stands over the fallen foe and speaks.
Judasbleek: “I am the vine and you Brock, are the branch without me you will be noting. Forever remember this day and what I’ve done to you. You have served your propose well.”
Judasbleek stares out into the sea of raging NBW fans as Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace- is heard threw out the arena as Judasbleek drops the microphone and slowly makes his way out of the ring and tiredly walks up the ramp cracking his neck with his fist to disappear backstage.
[Camera slowly fades back to the ring]
An Aurora is coming
Remember that little video package on Slam 17 that wet your jollies? No? One more time then!
FLASH
The EpiCenter #1 flashed to life with a large 'S' in the center. Surrounded with ivy and thorns, washed over with a red hue. The screen slowly started panning up from the concrete floor as a lone sultry voice narrated.
"Hello all you studs and beauties out there."
Rolling up to reveal red heeled shoes standing on the concrete.
"Very soon a change in the testosterone level in NBW will happen."
Panning higher along the ankles to the knees.
"A Sexy Change."
A hand lowered to the left knee and slowly was followed by the camera as it ran up the side of the thigh to the hip.
"A Beautiful Change."
That hand continued upwards over the waistline, then the ribs, across the exposed mid-drift.
"A Buxom Change."
The hand was joined by another as the camera panned up and watched the two rest on the underside of the breasts and draw circles with the fingers.
"Pretty soon this change will shake up your routine and add a bit of sexy, beauty, and plenty of ass kicking."
Her fingers ran up her chest and rested across her long red strands of hair that ran down across her shoulders. The camera continued to pan up her v line, to the neck and at the chin but her hands reached forward and stopped it from going any further.
"Now now, a woman requires an air of mystery after all. So NBW's best and brightest, are you ready to be astonished by the Aurora of the ring? This change will be soon. When you are ready, and prepared let it be known. Look up to the stars, and call out my name: Saphire."
The view vanished and was replaced by the same red S logo on the EpiCenter #1. This was the same video-package everyone saw the previous week but this time the red S logo was accompanied by: SLAM 18 - SAPHIRE ARRIVES.
Back on Slam! 16, RaVage made his return to active duty among the nbW roster, suspecting the new power in charge, the Upper Echelon, had been purposely leaving him off shows. Making a return in spectacular fashion, RaVage promised that by the end of 2011, he would do his absolute best to regain the nbW World Championship.
Unfortunately for him, his promises did not go unnoticed and garnered him the attention of the undefeated and dangerous member of the Upper Echelon, the Monster of the Mid-South Warren Spade and his manager, Fenton Woods. They laid out a challenge to Ravage for Pinnacle and was accepted. Ravage proved that he could defeat a big man when he defeated Jupiter on Slam! 17, but now he was facing a bigger and possibly stronger menace. Could Ravage, a former two-time nbW Champion knock off the big man tonight?
'Wanted Man' by Rev Theory erupted over the arena sound system as the steam engines roared to life on the EpiCenter. A lone 'V' was the focus of the video package as we watched numerous superstars flying over the top rope by another force. Huge boots connected with faces and a wild fury of punches filled their midsections. Numerous superstars legend and rookie, all having met this man. The footage fades out to the black and red fire singlet of the Human Steam Engine, RaVage.
The fans cheered as he stepped past the double doors under the EpiCenter and made his way down to the ring, ready for action. Tonight would possibly be among his greatest challenges to date here in nbW and if he wanted to get started off on the right foot, he would need every trick in the book to take down the giant.
Ravage stood patiently in the ring and waited for his massive opponent.
A cymbal clash echoes throughout the arena…
“Downfall" by TRUSTCompany blasts throughout every speaker available. Flashing on the EpiCenter is a repeated set of words.
Sitdown with Special K - Part II
Marc Gordon: “Terry, we’ve got a long-awaited rematch up next. WAR takes on JAC for The Fighting Zone trophy.”
Rents rubbed his hands together: “Yes, it’s time for WAR to right a massive wrong and take back what’s rightfully his – The Fighting Zone championship. And I’ve got five hundred dollars that says he’ll do it. Gino Di Maggio and Don Toto gave me odds of two-to-one, even if they’re much lower in reality so I’ve got a thousand reasons to believe WAR will win and believe me, he will.”
“Isn’t that illegal? Employees betting on the outcomes of matches?”
Rents shrugged his shoulders: “The Fighting Zone is separate to NBW and I’ve got no affiliation to either guy. I just believe WAR is the better man and he’ll prove it here tonight.”
“Before we get going, we’ve got the second part of Trent McKnight’s sitdown with Keegan.”
Trent McKnight welcomes everyone to this portion of the program and welcomes Keegan back for the concluding part of their interview: “Keegan, we left the last interview on the note of retirement and you told me to stop talking about it because you’re not going anywhere. Will that apply if you lose to WAR?”
Keegan chuckled: “I’m not going to lose to WAR. I’m sorry I can’t even let that bounce off my back. It’s simply not going to happen. Why is everyone talking about my retirement anyway? Because I got thrown off a cell? Hasn’t anyone noticed that I’ve come back better and stronger than ever? Doesn’t anyone believe me?”
At that moment, Special K stood up and removed his white shirt and threw it down on the ground, flexing his muscles: “NOW, do you believe me?”
Trent agreed: “You are in great shape.”
As the Englishman sat down again, he shook his head: “Great? The greatest shape I’ve ever been in and better than anyone else in this promotion, son. Seriously. Why would I consider giving it all up? I’m on the cusp of greatness and three Fighting Zone championship reigns and people want me to retire? Fuck off. Fuck right off. I’ve got five years and that’s more than enough time to shut so-called ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs’ mouth for him as well. Your plan with the three dykes from that non-entity didn’t work, did it? Man Mountain, Myth and Legend. They all sound impressive on paper but you don’t win matches on sheets of A4 and next time, I suggest Vince does his own dirty work for once. Don’t think I don’t hear you or have forgotten about you. We’ve wrestled before and I more than held my own. Anytime you want to go one-on-one with me, just let me know. Stick that piece of tin you’ve got on the line as well and we’ll see who’s soft, you daft c***.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“He doesn’t want any bit of this, Trent. He’s a ponce.”
Trent sighed and then moved on, feeling a little uncomfortable with the Englishman’s outburst: “How’s Ali doing?”
“Not too good but he’ll be back. That’s another reason why I’ll pay Vince Jacobs and Upper Echelon back too. They tried to put the kid out of the business forever, just like WAR and Willis did with me. Someone needs to stand up to these people and who’s better-equipped than me? Me and Ali, we’re tough. He’s tougher than he looks and he’ll be back, just like me. Stronger, better and quicker than ever. You haven’t seen the last of Ali Amore.”
McKnight smiled: “You must be proud of him?”
The Newcastle-born veteran nodded: “I am. Immensely. I don’t take any credit for his success though. He’s already surpassed me by winning a World title and while I did it at SHOW, I retired the belt and put the company out of its misery. It was satisfying but I wasn’t allowed to carry the company on the back of my shoulders. Ali has done it and whether he does it again or not, which I think he can, is irrelevant. No one can take it away from him and he did it as a young man. He’s the best student I’ve ever trained, but he was born an unbelievable athlete and Stevie Wonder could see his potential. He was an absolute pleasure to work with and my job was really easy.”
“We spoke about retirement earlier…”
Special K stood up and applied a playful headlock on Trent! “Will you stop talking about retirement? You’re making me feel old!”
Eventually, the Englishman released the hold and patted McKnight on the head: “I’m sorry for ruining your hair and suit.”
“It’s quite alright!”
Keegan stroked his own chin in a thoughtful mood: “Sorry. You were saying?”
McKnight let out a nervous laugh: “How’s your school going? Is that something that you’ll continue after you finish wrestling?”
The European import moved forward with a serious look on his face: “Yes, it is. I’ve got a school in London to help develop British talent. We’ve got lads over there who’ve got the ability and I want to give them a forum to realise their dreams.”
“Have you got anyone coming through?”
“We have. If NBW tours Britain, I hope you’ll see one or two of them. I hope that’ll happen one day.”
Trent: “Back to present-day matters: WAR will take on JAC at Pinnacle, the night this interview will be shown. Who’s going to win?”
Special K shook his noggin: “I don’t give a fuck.”
“Really? I thought you may’ve preferred WAR.”
“This is how it is: I’ll fight both of them at one stage. WAR and I has to happen. It’s the biggest fight out there. Regardless of he wins or loses, we’ll fight and people will pay to watch it. In the interests of our fight, it would be better if he won against JAC, who would still be one-one with WAR and would be a natural contender for the champion down the road. JAC is a good fighter, he’s got a lot of promise and I actually think he’ll be a tougher fight than WAR. But William’s who I want. For his championship hopes, he’d better win. Either way, I’ll take them both on and beat them both – at the same time if necessary.”
“Aren’t you…”
K raised his hand: “Don’t even say that. Do not dare.”
“What?”
“I see you smiling and you know I know what you’re going to say so I’ll answer before you do. You were going to ask me if I’m looking too far ahead and I’m not. I’ll tell you why. WAR wins, our fight HAS to go ahead. JAC wins, I’m his natural contender. I’ll fight the winner. Then, I’ll fight the other because there’s no one else out there. The Fighting Zone needs more talent right now and I’d advise Gino and Don Toto to go out and get it. We’re the top three and I haven’t fought either of them. Once I’ve beaten one, I’ll have to fight the other.”
“Ever thought about promoting?”
“I have and I could do it. I run a wrestling school and I help them with more than just their in-ring performance. I help them develop their mike skills and gimmicks. With fighting, just watch MMA. It’s easy if you’ve got talent and a multitude of possibilities. Plus, there’s a lot of money in it.”
“But that’s a long way from happening?”
Keegan winked at Trent: “You bet. I’ve got another five years at least.”
“What should we expect in those five years?”
“A lot of arse-kicking and a few more titles before I come home and train wrestlers a lot better than me how to do what I never managed to do.”
McKnight was inquisitive: “What’s that?”
“Fulfil their potential and realise their dreams.”
McKnight extended his hand, which Keegan shook: “On that note, thanks Keegan. Good luck in the future.”
“Thanks Trent but you should save that for someone who actually needs it, like my friend called Keith in Malta, who’s going to become a father soon or…WAR, who’s going to get knocked the fuck out. You know… people who actually need luck.”
We’d just seen the interview with Keegan, who was waiting in the wings for the winner of this, a long-awaited rematch between Castonovo and Reagan.
If you remember, The Fighting Zone trophy was brought back in August 2010 at the special ‘Submit or Die’ special staged at Slam V. Despite WAR showing pre-match nerves, it was expected to be a pushover as his Italian supporters, Don Toto and Gino Di Maggio, booked him to fight the unknown Adriatic Gargoyle, Johannes Antonious De Castonovo.
Like everyone else in the arena, Tot and Di Maggio were probably astonished when JAC produced one of biggest surprises in The Zone by dismantling and destroying Reagan, who clearly wasn’t at the races.
It seemed to mark the beginning of The Fighting Zone, especially when JAC followed up his stunning triumph with an unbeaten run of impressive performances. By contrast, WAR got the job done in a nervy clash with Arturro Benz to see himself installed as the number one contender for another shot at the title and Johannes.
Unfortunately, The Fighting Zone hasn’t taken off in the way it wanted and has stagnated recently, coincidentally so has William’s form. Nevertheless, between this return bout and an imminent showdown for the winner with Keegan, who blew his half-brother, John C. Willis away recently, the institution seems to be on the up again. Tonight’s tie will go quite a way to determining that.
Keegan had already been introduced as the guest commentator and JAC was inside the Zone as well, preparing to do battle, shadow-boxing, bobbing and weaving as the ring announcer unveiled his statistics and he got a warm applause as his name was announced.
Eminem’s ‘Lose Yourself’ signalled the arrival of a hall-of-fame athlete and had the 8-Mile anthem ever been more appropriate or significant? If William failed to execute JAC this time, it would indeed be his last shot or opportunity to seize everything he’s ever wanted.
You could sense William was full of anxiety as he walked out to a standing boovation as Eminem’s smash hit kicked in and WAR knew he couldn’t miss his chance as he rotated his neck muscles and threw imaginary punches, probably envisioning JAC as he did so and Marc Gordon asked Keegan for his analysis.
“I hate the man but I’ll say this. He looks to be in decent shape. There’s a difference between looking in and actually being in shape though, something I know only too well. Expect JAC to try and end this spectacularly like he did last time and to be fair, WAR knows this better than anyone else, myself included, and he’ll have prepared for that accordingly. If he hasn’t, the dumb bastard will get knocked out. He has to weather the storm and pick Castonovo off.”
By this point, WAR was inside the cage and the red robe was off. The game face was on. The cell door was shut.
Ding, ding, ding!
The crowd’s volume raised and Terry Renton added his two cents: “Keegan, welcome to your future. You’re next for whoever wins this and my money’s on WAR. First, he’s going to show that JAC got fluky and end this charade, these five minutes of fame are over and then he’s going to break your heart too.”
Special K smiled: “Rentboy, I’ll let you have that for now. I’m pumped up for this but, be warned, I’ll hand your arse to you verbally as this goes on.”
Gordon: “How long will it last?”
Rents butted in: “I’ve told you – five minutes.”
“Keegan?”
“Terry could be right. It didn’t last long the first time round but I reckon it’ll go a little bit longer this time. Not by much mind.”
The two touched gloves and this was officially underway. WAR had his hands high and JAC circled him, moving from side to side while also blocking his face and stealing a tame body punch to initiate contact. He quickly moved out again, showing he had more speed than WAR before coming back and landing another soft shot to the ribs with his right but the left had much more force behind it and caused the fans to ‘OOH’ but in fairness to WAR, his facial expressions weren’t betraying whether it had hurt him or not and it had no bearing on him coming forward, trying to get into range to be able to hit JAC.
JAC came towards WAR and caught him with a right that grazed the veteran’s head. Reagan clinched but Castonovo wasn’t going to allow his opponent to sap his strength and he ushered in a left knee to the ribs, a second one shortly afterwards, and William was holding on, reluctant to let Johannes put combinations together and keep him at a distance.
De Castonovo forced WAR up against the mesh and was waiting to drop a bomb on Big Willy, but the blonde bombshell had him in a waistlock and was cleverly restricting his movement. An opening presented itself and De Castonovo caught WAR cleanly with a straight left to the forehead and built on that breakthrough with a right hand to the temple that was easily the most superior shot of the encounter so far. Another one rained down on Reagan, who was on his way down, and a kick to the ribcage ensured the tree did fall. The referee backed JAC away immediately, who didn’t look like he had finished his handiwork, to count WAR out but the big bastard got up at six. He waited a second or two before he waved JAC back in to let the champion know he could zero in for the kill.
JAC didn’t hesitate and he was on top of WAR again, who’d only moved a few steps to his right and instantly clinched after JAC scored with a beautiful left uppercut to the chin and if he hadn’t held on, WAR may’ve been down on the floor right now.
Gordon commented: “These are desperate times for WAR.”
“Come on WAR,” was all Rents offered.
“Marc, he came out too cautious. He had to be wary of JAC, which he was, but he looks scared-stiff in there. I know I said he’d have to weather the storm but this is ridiculous. If he doesn’t act now, he may not get out of here at all.”
WAR remained stubborn, digging his heels in, but his knees were taking a battering as JAC used his own to pepper Reagan’s lower body with big-time blows trying to soften the Salt Lake Superstar up enough to then go back upstairs and unload with the heavy artillery.
Johannes caught WAR around the back of the head with a stray right hook and was warned by the referee, who also broke the couple up. Instead of returning to the centre, Reagan again stayed where he was, like a rabbit trapped in the headlights.
“What is he doing, lads?”
“He’s waiting for JAC to come towards him, Keegan. It’s all part of the plan.”
“Are you sure, Terry? Getting your arse handed to you before you throw a punch doesn’t sound like much of a plan to me.”
“You’ll see, Keegan. He’ll do the same to you.”
K chuckled: “You’re funny, Tez. I’ll give you that. If I’d been in there, I’d have had him out by now.”
They came together again and WAR actually avoided a fierce-looking left and grabbed a headlock. However, the Adriatic Gargoyle was much too strong and determined to get WAR out of there and he attempted a suplex, but WAR put the brakes on with three assertive elbows to the back of the head and behind the ear. JAC pushed him away momentarily but William could smell blood and the crowd responded to Reagan’s comeback as the wily veteran came alive. He stepped forward, electing to come away from the safety of having his spine pressed up against the steel, and landed two clean blows, one left and one right, but left himself open to a huge right hand that was millimetres away from taking the skin off his face. Instead, he stepped to the side and then let JAC have it with a hellacious headbutt to the forehead that drew blood immediately upon impact.
De Castonovo was weezy and that was only going to get worse as WAR landed with a right hand. Fortunately for the champion, he ducked the left uppercut attempt and also had the smarts to grab WAR as he leaned in for another right that might’ve stopped the fight. The tide had turned.
“What do you think now, Keegan? WAR is far from over,” Rents chuckled.
“He’s doing well. He’s got to follow this up. There’s no question he has JAC hurt. It’s a case of kill or be killed.”
The official stepped in to stop a stalemate developing between the pair as they held each other, almost lovingly, for several seconds. After hearing some boos, despite the action that preceded it, the referee stepped in and separated them momentarily. WAR reverted to his stance earlier, staying next to the cage wall, allowing JAC to come to him, which he did…
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Gordon: “Oh my goodness. What power!”
Renton: “That’s it. It has to be it.”
The camera captured Special K standing up with his hands in his pockets, trying to get a better look at events unfolding in The Zone. Not that much was happening right now because JAC raced into Reagan, fuck knows why given how the pendulum had swung, and walked onto an unbelievable uppercut, courtesy of William’s right paw. If that wasn’t enough, JAC’s cranium struck the unforgiving mesh and he fell to the floor like a building plummeting from the sky after a simple push of a red button. Many were convinced that was it.
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It would’ve been had this game been called Boxing. We weren’t in that trade though and JAC was up. The referee gave him the once-over and then invited him to rejoin Reagan in combat. However, Reagan could sense what his rival, Special K, had said on commentary – kill or be killed and now was the time to maim.
“What guts on the part of Castonovo,” gushed Gordon.
“Stupidity, if you ask me. He’s delaying the inevitable,” retorted Renton.
An outstanding overhand right was complimented beautifully by a left uppercut on the butt of the jaw and JAC was rocking again, yet somehow still on his feet. A kick to the ribs and another murderous right hand to the chin sealed the deal though and WAR stood back as the man in the middle did his thing…
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JAC came forward, it was him now on the backfoot and up against the cage, and missed with both a left and right. WAR ducked and came back with a nasty, nothing short of vicious, headbutt that rattled the titleholder and then he cinched in a front facelock, bringing JAC, so powerful, to his knees. When it appeared Johannes was out, WAR flipped him over and mounted his tormentor, the underdog that had shown him up in unexpectedly relieving Reagan of the championship. Three sickening lefts to the cheek, a devastating right that probably broke Castonovo’s nose and three more rights that peppered JAC’s nose were seemingly the answer to stopping the beast that had been unstoppable throughout his sensational start to life inside The Zone.
He couldn’t defend himself and WAR was able to crack him with another one-two combination, to the nose and mouth, which confirmed Castonovo’s nose was broken if it wasn’t already and may’ve removed/loosened some teeth in the process. JAC’s arms were down by his side and he was unconscious. He resembled a corpse at this point.
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Renton repeatedly screamed ‘YES’ and the Italians were caught smiling as the referee raised their man’s arm in the air.
Special K stared at his future as Renton taunted him, telling him he was next and how WAR had sent out a message to him but Keegan couldn’t hear any of it. His eyes were fixed on WAR, who claimed the championship from the official and lifted it high above for all to see, above all, the Englishman who he stared holes through in doing so, like he was telling The Yardstick something.
JAC, who had fought bravely, was the only one who couldn’t see the tension or the mind games being played by his two rivals.
“Fair play to WAR. He’s done what he had to. Now, we’ll find out who the man in The Fighting Zone, providing he’s still got a set of balls and they haven’t shrivelled up due to inactivity over the years. There’s nowhere left to go for him now and he has to face me. He’s tried to send me a message with his goading well I’ve got a message for him, Don and Gino: Get the contract sorted and I’ll sign on the dotted line. Hell, I’ll fight this fucker for free. Let’s really test the waters and see if this sham wants to fight or be a caretaker champion.”
With that, the Briton threw the headset on the table, shook Gordon’s hand and brushed past Renton with his elbow.
Shortly, he’d be hoping to do more than just brush his elbow up against WAR.
Uncivil WAR.
World WAR III.
The Cold WAR.
The internet’s rumours of what they’d call the fight if Keegan and Reagan would get it on were in overdrive. Now, they wouldn’t have to wait long to find out what they’d really dub the battle they’d waited for in almost a decade.
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Trent McKnight stands in the back again. By the expression on his face, he doesn't seem to be pleased. The camera pans out to show Judasbleek standing beside him, he has changed since his earlier match with the Wrestling Machine, Brock Metzer.....Yeah... That guy!
Trent McKnight: I'm here with Judasbleek who asked for this time.
Trent McKnight pushes the microphone towards Judasbleek's face.
Judasbleek: Now that I've put that joke out of his misery, I had a few things I wanted to say to the NBW locker room...
Judasbleek looks over Trent McKnight, he tilts his head down slightly as an annoyed look comes over his face.
Judasbleek: Why do you have a job? Why doesn't the NBW hire a female journalist?
Trent McKnight slowly pulls the microphone towards his lips.
Trent McKnight: Well...
Judasbleek snatches the microphone from Trent McKnight. Judasbleek pushes Trent McKnight off camera with his right hand.
Judasbleek: I didn't give you permission to speak; your services are no longer needed.
Judasbleek turns back towards the camera as his posture indicates he’s in some what of a cheerful mood.
Judasbleek: Now to that message for the NBW. Everyone saw what I did tonight, and I want a real challenge. So, I am putting out an open challenge to anyone in the back...To anyone?
Judasbleek: Whether your name is Spike, Shawn J. Hart..Anyone in that locker room. If you have what it takes answer my challenge for next week on Slam.
Judasbleek nods into the camera.
Judasbleek: The result will be the same no matter who decides to answer the call. NBW it seems your running out of heroes. However, it won’t deter me from taking what’s mine, even if I have to start picking off the so called bad asses around here. Who will play the role of my next victim? NBW you are losing the battle with The Forgotten Son. There’s no one who can withstand me.
Judasbleek drops the microphone to the floor as his disappears into the backstage area.
'Magic Dance' by David Bowie began to play as the fans started to cheer. Shawn Hart appeared at the entrance, and looming behind him was the monstrous Torment.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Brent Williams announced, "This three-way tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the nbW Dynasty Tag Team Championship! Approaching the ring, Shawn Hart and Torment!"
"Well Rents, it's been a long saga between the Dream Warriors and D-T," Marc Gordon commentated, "But lest we forget the team of Shawn Hart and Torment, whose uneasy alliance has been formidable."
"Lot of big words in that sentence, Gordo," Rents replied, "I'm not sure I understand."
"These two guys might win," Gordon dumbed it down.
"They might!" Rents agreed enthusiastically, "And what I'm wondering is how Hart might exert himself in this match and affect his other ambitions!"
"Indubitably," Gordon replied.
They stepped into the ring and the lights cut out. "Dream Warriors" by Dokken thudded through the speakers.
Dream Warriors!
Don't wanna dream no more!
Dream Warriors!
Maybe tonight you'll be gone!
"Their opponents, Dark Ninja and Psycho... the Dream Warriors!"
The two former champions appeared in dim darkness at the stage, slowly proceeding to the ring.
"The Dream Warriors are upset about their recent treatment here in nbW," Gordon commentated.
"Understandably so!" Renton added, "Dark Ninja's a brilliant man, which is why he came up with this brilliant scheme to leave nbW with the titles!"
"Reminds me of another similar incident in a different wrestling promotion," Gordon noted.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Gordo."
As Ninja and Psycho stepped into the ring, they looked very in control. Very sly.
THe music faded. The lights dimmed again. Pyro burst from the stage. 'Draw the Line' by Aerosmith
"Checkmate honey, beat you at your own damn game!"
Showtime and Proteus burst forth from the back, holding their title belts up. They wasted no time and ran to the ring, sliding in and immediately picking their opponents.
Showtime went straight for Dark Ninja. Proteus began to tussel with Torment. Shawn Hart took Psycho by surprise. It was chaos.
Eventually the ring cleared out and Showtime and Dark Ninja were left in the ring as legal men. Ninja whipped Showtime, who slid under the ropes and slingshot off the top with a clothesline. Ninja ducked it and Showtime rolled through-- into Torment, also a legal man.
Torment pulled Showtime over his shoulder and slammed him with a mighty powerslam. He then moved toward Ninja, but Ninja scurried into the corner and tagged in Psycho. Torment punched Psycho in the face. The painted one staggered back and began to laugh.
Laugh! Laugh he did!
Psycho launched himself at Torment, finally able to keep from holding back, he speared Torment through the ropes and the two began to brawl on the outside.
Out comes Showtime, launching himself over the top rope with a tornillo splash, sending both the big ment into the barricades.
Showtime pulled Psycho into the ring and tagged in his partner. Proteus and Showtime double whipped Psycho, ducking his attempt at a double clothesline and hitting him with a double dropkick. Showtime went back to the corner and Proteus began to work on Psycho, keeping him on the ground with knees and elbows.
Torment came back from behind and pulled Proteus off Psycho, pushing him into his corner, tagging in Hart.
"Hart and Torment are really learning some tag techniques here!" Gordon stated.
"Well of course, they're observing the best... Dream Warriors!" Rents replied.
Torment and Hart set Proteus up on the top turnbuckle. Torment grabbed him for a huge superplex, but Psycho rushed in and hit Torment with a german suplex while he had Proteus in his grips! Double suplex!
Psycho was the first to his feet, but he forgot Hart was the legal man and surprised Psycho with a spinning kick. Proteus crawled over to tag in Showtime while Hart held Psycho in an armbvar. Showtime rushed in and hit a flying leg slice.
He covered. ONE...
No, Hart broke the pin, of course. Sloppy work, Showtime.
Hart and Showtime traded blows, mainly ducking and jumping around various strikes. Showtime caught an errant chop from Hart and turned it into a capture suplex. He covered.
ONE...
No, Hart wasn't out yet.
The two men were still on the ground when they noticedsomething in the air.
Something big.
For perhaps the first time in his career, the big Psycho had decided to take to the skies!
"Oh, this can't be good!" Gordon said.
BIG SPLASH!
He covered both men.
ONE...
TWO...
No, Torment pulled the other big man off the two opponents. Torment pulled Psycho over to the turnbuckles and began to smash his head into the turnbuckles, but with every impact, Psycho only got a bigger, goofier grin.
Psycho dumped Torment over the top rope, then wandered over to his corner to tag in Dark Ninja.
Ninja sprung into action. Hart rushed over to meet him halfway, but Ninja caught him with a snap DDT. Then he stood over Showtime for a moment. Ninja glanced over at Proteus and down at Showtime. He picked Showtiem up and whipped him. Showtime came back on the rebound with a spinning kick, which Ninja ducked. Showtime landed on his feet though and rolled immediately into a leg sweep, which caused Ninja to flip backwards but land nimbly on his feet.
He wasn't a former champion for nothing.
Showtime whipped Ninja into the turnbuckle. Ninja ran up the turnbuckle and attempted to flip back over Showtime, but the champion stopped short and hit his flying opponent with a bicycle kick, grounding him good.
"These two know each others' moves well!" Gordon noted, "But there's still the Hart factor!"
Showtime dropped the stunend Ninja with a snap suplex, and was immediately dumped out of the ring by Hart. However, on his way out, he managed to secure a tag from Proteus.
Proteus went in fighting. On the outside, Psycho and Torment were still brawling chaotically. Proteus and Hart locked up and began to exchanged holds until Hart finally attempted a rollup on Proteus.
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TWO-- no, not quite. Proteus kicked out and began stretching Hart out with a grounded armbar.
Ninja broke it and began stomping Proteus. Psycho slid into the ring and joined in. Psycho hoisted Proteus across his knee for a backbreaker, and Ninja came off the top with a guillotine legdrop.
Torment came back in and dragged Psycho back to the outside. Hart tried to hit Ninja from behind with a bulldog, but Ninja ducked it and Hart landed on his ass. Ninja punctuated that with a baseball slide. Hart avoided easily, and Ninja found himself with his legs wrapped around the ringpost. Hart wrapped them around and began to work on them from the outside.
Proteus pulled Ninja away and attempted a quick pin.
ONE...
No, not even. Ninja got the shoulder up. Proteus pushed the challenger into the turnbuckle and set him up for a superplex. Both men were standing on the top rope. Suddenly out of nowhere came Psycho, setting Proteus up on his shoulders...
DOOMSDAY DEVICE!
Or rather, the generic, non-trademarked equivalent.
Ninja covered Proteus.
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NO! Proteus still had life in him somehow!
Ninja got into the mounted position and started punching. The referee, still barely keeping any semblance of sanity in this match, counted. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... Showtime pulled Dark Ninja off.
Ninja cornered Showtime and began shouldering him in the midsection. Showtime escaped and reversed, tying Ninja's leg up in the top rope. Proteus joined in and tagged Showtime in to be the legal man.
Torment attacked Showtime from behind. He turned him around and set him up for a big powerbomb... BOOM!
He kept it locked in.... another!
He went for the trifecta... no, Showtime flipped out of it, then hopped up on Torment's shoulders for a hurricanrana over the top rope!
Showtime then grabbed Hart -- the other legal man. He grabbed him by the wrist and hopped up on the top rope, but Hart roleld through the ensuing takedown and hit Showtime with a belly-to-belly suplex.
He slingshot the dazed Showtime into the turnbuckle. On the rebound...
HART ON!
Showtime was down, but Hart couldn't capitalize, as Psycho had resurfaced and hit Hart with a massive clothesline. He began to hoist SJH over his head, and as much as he struggled he couldn't get free and fell a good 7 feet to the outside floor. Psycho then freed Ninja from the ropes and prepared for a two-on-one defeat of Showtime.
Luckily, on the outside, Proteus disposed of Torment with a drop toe hold on the ring steps and climbed the ropes, hitting Psycho from behind with a missile dropkick. However, when went to dispose of Ninja, Ninja was ready and hit Proteus with the DIRECTOR'S CUT!
He stood the dazed Showtime up and dropped him again with an enzuigiri. Then, surveying the landscape of fallen wrestlers, he climbed the top rope.
"If Dark Ninja can hit this move, he wins it all and gets to walk away a champ!" Rents said, frothing with markiness.
"Looks like he will..."
NINJA STAR PRESS!
He covered Showtime.
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THREE!!
The bell rang. Ninja rolled over and held an arm up in victory.
"Dream Warriors" by Dokken briefly played. Dark Ninja had the belt in his hands and ready to bolt.
Then all of a sudden, the music cut and Thaddeus Boyle appeared at the entryway with a microphone.
"Hold it, hold it. Well done, Ninja. Unfortunately, I've discovered a flaw in your plan. Your contract doesn't expire at Midnight... it expired at noon! You were not eligible to be in this match! So I hereby declare it continues... without you or Psycho!"
Dark Ninja froze. He could feel his blood running cold as his dreams were stripped away from him.
He barked an order to Psycho on the outside, and the big man delivered a crippling PSYCHOBOMB to Proteus.
Ninja stood Showtime up and, savoring the moment, set him up for the Director's Cut... bt no! Showtime surprised him and hit the Standing Ovation!
Now exhausted, all Showtime had to do was deal with--
HART ON!
Shawn Hart came from behind and dropped Showtime with his finisher.
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THREE!
Shawn Hart celebrated in the ring as he picked up his new title belt.
Dark Ninja staggered to his feet. He stared at the new champion, then glanced down at the fallen former champ.
Ninja slipped out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Fighting his way past staff members, he began a brutal assault on Showtime's leg.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
Showtime writhed in agony as referees swarmed the ring to pull Ninja off him. Ninja was escorted roughly out of the ring, and Showtime was helped to the back, unable to walk under his own power, receiving a loud "THANK YOU SHOW-TIME! THANK YOU SHOW-TIME!" chant. Hart and Torment were left standing tall.
Tonight my star rises again!
Trent McKnight is seen walking down the hall with a cameraman in tow. He was heading to get a special interview with the double champion. He finally made his way through the long hallway to Vince Jacobs’ dressing room. Trent knocked on the door. It opened and out stepped the NBW World Heavyweight and Keystone Champion.
“Champ I wanted to get a few words with you about your title match tonight.” Trent said as he held the microphone up to Vince.
Jacobs scoffed at the question.
“You mean my match where the odds are stacked against me because Thaddeus Boyle, our illustrious GM holds a grudge against me. Now why do you think he holds such a grudge.” Jacobs asked.
“Well, I think…” Trent started but Vince cut him off.
“That was a rhetorical question you punk. I will tell you why he holds a grudge and that because I am the best thing that has happened to this fledging company since my good buddy JLV. You see all those fans in the crowd. I sell put those people in the seats, why, because I am a headliner. I sell out shows. I make money for every organization that I have been in. Ask SilverHawk in ACW, or Black Tom Williams in LoC. My presence in an organization is something to behold.” Jacobs said as he listened to the fans jeer him.
“Some of these fans came to see me do what I do best and put on a show and the other came to see if those two curtain jerkers, Remy Leroux and Shawn Hart can do what no man or woman for that matter, take both of those titles from around my gorgeous waistline. Love me or hate me, I am good for ratings.” Jacobs said with a smile.
“That’s the reason I am in this match tonight because Boyle can’t get past his own ego to admit that I am the best thing that has happened for this company. He does not want to admit that I am the mat that bought his new home in Lake Tahoe. Yes Vince Jacobs, the Icon is making this company money left and right and do I get any type of praise, no I don’t to answer my question. I get demoted from a GM job that for the record I was doing better than Boyle could ever do and then I get thrown in a three way match for BOTH of my titles. I would say this could be a conspiracy but I don’t believe in that. But I do think it’s jealousy. Jealous of what I am and what all the wrestlers in the back try to aspire to become.” Jacobs said with a smirk.
“I was told that UE will be banned from ringside tonight. How do you feel about that?” Trent said.
“Well I am not happy that my brothers can not see firsthand what I will do to Remy and Jessica. But you know what they will be backstage watching the monitors to see why I am the best in the business today. Why all the women in the audience want to have my baby and why all the fat men in the arena want to have a gorgeous body like this. I am sure after tonight the fat slobs in the arena will go home with there girlfriends and wives and have the best sex they ever had with them. The reason will be because those women will be thinking about Vince and not their fat significant others.” Jacobs said.
Jeers from the crowd with a few whistles from the ladies.
“I see that Vince Jacobs is ready to defend his titles tonight, so that’s all..” Trent was cut off as Vince snatched the microphone out of his hand.
“I’m not done twerp. I saw the interview you did with Keegan earlier. I do have something to say to that piece of garbage.” Jacobs looked right into the camera.
“Keegan, you need to watch your mouth because I am someone you do not want to piss off. If you want to be another notch in my belt than step up and see if you have the balls to take one of these titles from me. Keegan I have beaten you before and I will damn sure do it again. I have been here for almost a year and I have not lost a singles match yet. You will not be the one to beat me Keegan. Those three peons didn’t take care of what I needed them to do but I will tell you what, if I have to get my hands dirty than sobeit. See ya soon Keegs.” Vince said as he dropped the microphone and shut the door to his dressing room.
Trent picked up the microphone and looked into the camera as it faded to black.
Seven Years in the making
The arena grew silent while the rooftop came into place. Soon to be the center stage for the battle of two legends of NBW. One who had found great success while the other had been left in the dust and forgotten. But one can never fully forget those that were great.
CUTIN: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a long night so far and we still have a lot more to go. And up next we will see the long awaited battle of the legends.” Marc Gordon announced proudly as the NBW EpiCenter lit up to roll a video package.
“Seven years ago the NBW was graced by the presence of one whom would become one of the first World Champions.”
As alluded to by the Voiceover from Trent McKnight the EpiCenter showed footage from Jack Owyns first match on television for the NBW, Infamy December 25th 2004, against Eli Cruz. The clips ended with Eli being tossed into the guardrail and assaulted by Owyns.
“Seven years ago the NBW met one of the largest men in the business in the form of the seven foot three friendly giant.”
The EpiCenter showcased Spike Saunders’s debut in the NBW as a ‘savior’, from his in-ring skits with the fans, and his tag team matches with Alan Helms and Hall of Famer’ Andrew Martin’s nephew Mat Walton.
“Owyns had come in strong and entered into the World Championship tournament that would see the first champion crowned. That man being the foul mouthed SOB, Uncensored. While Saunders took the middle-road and tag team action. Soon however it would be his time to shine. His time for the championship opportunity. The stage was set, live on Pay Per View at Relentless. It was up to the fans to decide.”
The footage showed Uncensored standing in the ring awaiting his opponent for the Championship defense. Two names were being cheered and chanted. Jason Kain and Spike Saunders. The choice was up to the fans and they were choosing. But the music that played out the challenger belonged to neither man. It was Jack Owyns’s.
“It was on that night, the World Championship changed hands and its new owner was Jack Owyns. Over the next few months a new Owyns would be seen, one whom was adored by the fans. He would go on to defend against Spike Saunders but due to the interference and attacks by Jason Kain and former champion Uncensored it would never come to finish.”
Footage from the Championship match aired. It cut from the opening to the arrival of Kain and Uncensored whom assaulted the competitors.
“Numerous other opportunities would come to pass for the Colossus. Numerous broken finishes would come to pass. It would be at Pain on Pay Per View that the future turned bleek for a destined rematch.”
‘Jack Owyns is hereby SUSPENDED!’
The voice of Alex Styles echoed through the arena as Jack Owyns was shown before Trent McKnight returned.
“The following years would see the return of Owyns, but it was always the same man, the man that was suspended for actions that to this date are not repeated. His sanity would be questioned each time. Overtime the truth was lost to the facts. He would come to truly adopt the persona that was once just a nickname. The NBW had created their Ultimate Villain. And his name was Jack Oywns.”
Shots of Owyns from the past to present are shown over the EpiCenter.
“The other half of this story would see one man stay his line. Never straying. Be it against Jack Owyns, Rejection, Jason Kain, Uncensored, William Arthur Reagan, J. Leslie Voss, or even our current Double Champion ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs – He never faltered. He never crossed that line. While the NBW had created a Villain, the fans had created their Hero. And his name was Spike Saunders.”
Shots of Saunders from his debut to the present are shown on the EpiCenter as well.
“At the War Games event Jack Owyns would make another return to the NBW, this time with the assistance of the 4CW Superstars, to demolish Spike Saunders and his friend Callie Urban. This night marked the restart of a rivalry stretching nearly seven years. Tonight it all comes to head. Live out of Kansas City, Missouri. From the roof of the Sprint Center. It will be the hero versus the villain. The good versus the bad. The stage? A Rooftop Street Fight. The third in NBW’s history. Owyns’s first and Saunders’s second.”
The EpiCenter faded into a live shot of the rooftop where the cameras were in place for the action.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, The Colossus against TheVillain. Spike Saunders versus Jack Owyns. And it is NOW!”
‘Someday’ by Flipsyde played throughout the arena and piped up on the rooftop as the door swung open and out walked ‘The Villain’ Jack Owyns. Owyns sized up the space available to him on the roof. Eyeing those objects he would be wailing into his opponents head a little bit later on.
‘Spike-It-UP!’ exploded in the arena as once more the doors swung open and the seven foot three ‘Colossus’ Spike Saunders emerged. His eyes were on Owyns and nothing else. He was ready.
Once more the doors opened and out walked the referee whom walked up to the two men. Briefly going through the rules, or lack-there-of.
CUTIN: “Wait, what’s he doing?” called out Renton.
Saunders had balked the referee and gripped him by the shirt before hurling him back towards the doors.
CUTIN: “Has he lost his mind?" continued Renton.
The doors opened and the referee was pulled back inside while Saunders turned back to Owyns and shook his head. He called inside and was handed a microphone.
“Not tonight Jack. This will be straight down the middle. Somebody get Ed Gates, or Tal Nedrick up here please.” He handed the microphone back inside and turned back towards Jack Owyns.
CUTIN: “I see. It seems that Owyns had planned to use the referee Jack Briggs, despite his affiliation with 4CW.” Remarked Gordon.
CUTIN: “Is he even a real referee at this point?”
Senior Referee Ed Gates pushed the door open and walked out to the roof. After a brief repeat of what Briggs and assurance both men were ready, it was time.
CUTIN: “And here we go folks!” called out Gordon as Saunders rushed towards Owyns whom had already grabbed at the nearest object he could get his hands on. A nice wooden crate which would then be swung into the face of the charging steed. “Ouch. He just wrapped that around his head”
Owyns followed with a swift clothesline in attempt to bring the giant down but was met with a shove backwards. Owyns returned the favor with swift boot to the inside of his right leg and yanked the crate downwards to bring his face down to his knee.
CUTIN: “The veteran of this match is getting schooled.” Gloated Renton as he watched cheerfully.
And truer words could not be said. Owyns was at home to the environment around him regardless of the location. He delivered a series of boots to the legs and followed with a grip of his short spiked hair and rushed him face first into the wall of the exit. Owyns grabbed the left over window washer’s metal bucket and drove it down on Spike’s head before picking up a broom and whacking it aside his head. Rattling his innards.
Jack grabbed his head by the bucket and drove him into the wall again. And again. And yet again. The giant was blinded temporarily and Owyns was taking full advantage. Hammering down with lefts and rights, sweeping his legs out from under him courtesy of the broom stick. A rushing knee to the bucket dented it where the giant’s nose would surely be.
CUTIN: “This can’t go on much longer fans. A man’s body can only take so much of a beating.”
CUTIN: “Get use to it Marc. This is Jack Owyns. A born winner. Spike’s nothing more than a loser. He lost to SVJ. He lost to JLV. He lost to Kain and so many more before him. On the entire roster list he probably holds more losses per win to his total matches. A feat that nobody wants!” Renton remarked with a sentiment of glee.
With Saunders kneeling Owyns went with a rushing kick to the head but he missed and Spike capitalized with a stiff short-arm clothesline taking Owyns back. With one hand he slammed his fist into his chest while the other he used to yank the metal bucket off of his head. No easy task thanks to the forming it had taken.
His face came clear and signs of skin tearing were present. Gash beneath the eye, blood squeezing out of his cheeks and several cuts throughout. He wiped the globs off and pitched em’ to the floor before turning back to Owyns and held one finger out shaking it at him. He pulled him in close and hammered down across his chest much to the fans delight.
A huge headbut followed. And then with his arms in his grasp he had him with the trapped headbuts. Upon release he shoved Owyns backwards into the glass wall and slammed his face down against the glass.
CUTIN: “Hah he may have his come back now but the fans are showing their true colors. Just look at them leaving in droves. Droves Marc!”
Indeed true. The fans were leaving their seats and heading towards their exits much to the confusion of the numerous fans.
But the true reason for their leaving was becoming quite clear. Behind the glass that Owyns’ face was being smeared into was hundreds of the fans. They were all gathering up against the glass walls of the Spring Center and trying to get a closer look on the action.
Saunders rose his fist in the air to them having noticed their new audience but this brief respite gave Owyns the change to drive his knee into the groin and flick two fingers into his eyes. While the Colossus stumbled backwards Owyns took charge with a dashing two-handed face buster into the concrete roof. Owyns wasted little time kicking at his ribs and flipping off the fans as he drove boot after boot for what seemed like minutes but in truth was a handful of seconds.
He rose to his feet and pulled Spike up with him and again flipped off the fans with a smile before dropping Saunders with the Reverse DDT and covering him. He yelled over to Gates to start the count.
CUTIN: “We have been wondering when either man would attempt to end this and looks like Jack is finished playing. Fans as mentioned before the rules in this type of match is the same as a Street Fight, except in addition to knocking out your opponent you can eliminate them by causing them to exit the roof. This means being thrown off or hurled through the doorway.” Gordon dictated for those watching at home.
Meanwhile Saunders had kicked out of the pinfall much to the appreciation of the fans. But Owyns was far from done. He had already walked across the roof and was quickly racing across the roof pushing forward a gigantic empty cable reel. Hoping to crush the Colossus but he rolled and pushed himself to his knee’s to avoid the incoming collision.
Owyns however was right behind it with a different object he had picked up. From behind his back he swung his arm forward in a arc, slamming the canister into the giant’s recovering form. He followed with a second swing and this time the cap exploded upwards followed by globs of white. Owyns tossed the paint can into Saunders and rushed forward with a foot to the face of the now quite pasty giant.
Spike clawed at his face to remove the paint from his skin and his vision. Owyns didn’t care he picked him back up by the head and dragged him towards a new destination. The roof’s edge. Gates was quick to caution the two men but Owyns simply rushed forward and once more drove the giant’s face down hard. This time into the steel platform.
With a smile he held onto the two opposite sides bars and rose his body in the air only to drive them both back down and forward to kick Saunders off the platform. Jack grabbed a rectangular object and pressed one of the large buttons as a slow whirring sound was heard. The platform begin to raise against the building. Owyns jumped back off and pulled Saunders back towards the platform. Slamming his head down into the side as it elevated and then drove him down to the concrete rooftop once more.
He pressed the other button and watched as it slowly lowered. Lower and lower while Saunders was clearly out of it.
CUTIN: “Somebody stop this! It’s gone too far!” called out Gordon as he could only watch.
Owyns saw the pounding of the glass by the fans, the cheers and chants rising in the arena for their hero to get up. Their hatred towards him.
And he loved every moment of it.
Jack Owyns bowed to the fans as he leapt up on the platform and rode it down as it lowered down onto him. Until it could no longer move lower. He called out to Gates and leapt the railing only to take a seat on the edge, his feet resting over the pinned shoulderblades. Gates realized what was going on and much to his dislike he knew he had to call it down the middle.
He dropped to the ground and checked the shoulders and slammed the roof with his open hand.
‘One!’
Again he checked the shoulderblades and smacked the roof.
‘Two!’
Everybody was on their feet. Waiting. Hoping. Praying. Swearing. Whatever it took.
Gates checked again and raised his arm before smacking it to the roof.
‘Three!’
It was over. Owyns leapt up with glee and ordered Gates to announce it but Gates informed him that it wasn’t over yet.
CUTIN: “Fans, don’t turn away yet. I am being told that Mr. Owyns is celebrating too early.”
The EpiCenter lit up to show the pinfall. Each raise and fall of Ed Gates’ hand. On the third however he stopped just a dust particle from the surface as the Colossus had raised his left shoulder enough to stop the pin.
Meanwhile Owyns and Gates argued over the pinfall which was allowing Saunders time to use all the strength he had in him to raise the scaffolding above him enough that he could roll out before it fell back to the ground. The sound snapped Owyns out of his argument and he turned towards Spike Saunders again.
CUTIN: “Can you believe it Terry. Look at the strength of that man.”
CUTIN: “Believe it? Ed Gates once more proves why he should retire. His old age is catching up to him and blowing that call. I hope Boyle makes the right decision with his future future endeavors.” Remarked Renton.
Jack drove his boot down into the Colossus but the massive arms caught him and wrapped around his leg, yanking and turning at the same time until Saunders pulled to his feet and held the leg in his grasp. Owyns continued to swing out his arms at him but could not reach. Giant chop to the shoulder of Owyns nearly drove him down like a rail road spike.
The Step Back Big Boot to the head however knocked him into next week. Spike shook off the beating he had taken and reached down to pull Jack back up. Raising him high in the air with the bearhug he rushed forward into the side of the glass, slamming both of their weight against it.
CRACK
The fans watched from the stairways and railings getting as close to the action as they could. Spike dropped Jack from his arms only to scoop him back up and slam him forward with the Spinebuster again and turned to drive him down to the ground. He dropped his elbow into the sternum and called Gates over.
‘One!’
‘Two!’
Kickout from Owyns. Spike reached back down and pulled him to his feet hoisting him above his shoulders. SPIKED-pssssh
Owyns held a spray bottle which he had just squirted into the eyes of the Colossus causing him to stumble and Owyns swung back and landed on his feet. He pushed back off of him and dropkicked Saunders backwards into the glass again. Jack dashed forward and launched in the air to drive down an elbow to the sternum.
Repeated chops to the chest followed before Owyns backed off and grabbed the large cable reel again. Heaving it up against his chest he ran forward at Saunders. Full speed without faltering in his steps.
Until he connected with Spike Saunders’s body.
CRACK
Along with the glass as it shattered behind him on the impact.
KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH
Saunders fell backwards and Owyns with cable reel followed quickly before Saunders smacked down on the hard floor. The reel barely missing his head but impacted across his left arm. Owyns was only a second later having crashed down onto the reel headfirst.
Silence befell the arena.
The fans jaws hung open in shock, worry, and fear.
Gordon and Renton were silent. Their barely inaudible breathing catching the ears.
Moments passed by as nobody knew what to expect. What to do. What was next.
DING DING DING
The bell rung inside the arena as Ed Gates stood high up above signaling for it.
Neither body moved after the bells had rung.
The EpiCenter 1 and II lit up showing a replay as Owyns collided into Saunders and the glass behind them gave away causing them both to plummet down to the floor inside. A second reply showed it all as it went down in slow-motion. The sound of glass snapping as the cracks widened until finally giving away to the massive force impacting it. The two bodies and reel falling into the arena and colliding with the hard floor below.
CUTIN: “What? What just happened?” spoke Gordon. “This. Folks we don’t know. We really-we just don’t know.”
The cameras cut to the two bodies which were now being surrounded by EMT’s and officials while security held back the eager and worried fans from all directions.
The EMT’s worked on both men amidst the shards of glass. Owyns had been removed from the reel but remained motionless while the reel was removed from Saunders’ arm.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
KSCH-KSCH-
Ed Gates looked to the right of him with horror and pulled back from the frame.
KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH
More panes of the glass walls were shattering and falling like dominos. The EMT’s and security scuttled and dived off to the sides to avoid the shards as they begun to fall around them.
Silence once more overtook the arena as the entire section of the wall was collapsing inwards into the lobby.
Somebody in the back through up the replay on the EpiCenter this time from another camera angle, one of the security camera’s within the lobby. In black and white. The view was empty at first but soon shattered glass hit the floor followed by three objects with a heavy thud. A slow-motion of this same view showed Spike’s spine hit the concrete and his head snapping back before the wooden reel squashed his upper bicep and finally Owyns colliding above.
The camera cut back to the lobby. Thaddeus Boyle had rushed into the area and checked with Michael O’Dell and Jake Summers who were heading up the group. Behind Boyle came a group of NBW’s wrestlers, all helped pull away the debris. Which provided access for the EMT’s.
CUTIN: “We’ve just been informed that the area has been deemed structurally unsafe and that security has now been ordered to escort all our fans in the lobby area back to their seats.”
As Gordon spoke security pushed back the groups of fans that had gathered earlier and more recently. Urging them back to the inner-arena to their seats. But they weren’t wanting to leave. They had to see what happened next. They were many, and security were few. Numerous fans pushed through security but were held back.
Shawn Hart and RaVage then emerged to a group of cheers as the two carried a wooden table from the storage closet and set it up before the fans.
Matt Haddon and Lexia along with Keegan carried another and set it next to the other. D-T, with Showtime barely able to walk on his own, had hobbled out with a table between them, and were followed behind slowly by the Dream Warriors with one as well. The two teams set their tables up between the destruction and the fans. Remy Leroux alongside the former TFZ Champion, JAC, carried and set another up.
More tables were brought in by wrestlers from various locations across the arena. Each being supported from behind with one or two of NBW’s talent. By the time the whole area had been fenced off the whole locker room was out there, even the Double Champion and his Upper Echelon.
Moments passed as the fans were held at bay by the very performers they had come to watch. The EMT’s continued their work but soon the ringing of the bell at ringside drew attention back. Thaddeus Boyle walked up to the fans in the lobby and off-mic thanked the wrestlers before speaking.
“We are sorry. We know how much you want to know Mr. Saunders and Mr. Owyns’ health and condition. I can reassure you that both men are still breathing. Both men however have suffered concussions, the severity not yet known. They will need to be carefully removed from the debris due to several shards of glass being in both individuals. An Ambulance is on the way and we will keep you updated on their statuses when we have it available. But now I must implore you all. Please. Please return to your seats.”
Boyle pleaded towards the fans and motioned towards three individuals.
“It is time for the Main Event of Pinnacle. Both the World Championship and Keystone Championship are on the line as your former GM, the Double Champion, the ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs defends against ‘The Phenom’ Shawn Jessica Hart and ‘The Cajun’ Remy Leroux. You won’t want to miss it folks!”
The three men mentioned left their areas and headed down the various hallways towards their locker rooms. Slowly the fans started to head back to their seats as well.
“Thank you. Don’t worry we will keep you apprised.”
Nearly all the fans had exited as the Ambulance arrived in front of the building and reversed up to the lobby doors. The cameras however cut back to the ringside area where Marc Gordon and Terry Renton sat still in shock but ready to call the action and move the show forward.
NBW IS HEADING EAST!
NBW Presents SLAM! Episode Eighteen
LIVE from Palermo, Italy
The First stop of NBW's World Wide Cruise
Our General Manager Thaddeus Boyle has special plans to unviel for the tour.
Including a Special Feature Attraction unlike any other in NBW history.
You will not want to miss it!
More Locations and Dates will be Announced Soon.
Stay Tune to TheNbw.com for More.
The main event is up next and is for the NBW World Heavyweight and Keystone Heavyweight Championships. The match is a two falls match where the winner of the first fall will become the Keystone Heavyweight Champion and the winner of the second fall will become the World Heavyweight Champion.
Introducing first, hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He weighs in at two hundred and forty-three pounds. Here is REMMMYYYY LEROOOUUUXXXX.
CUEUP: 'Keep Em' Separated' by the Offspring
The fans erupted in cheers as the man that made his return last week was on his way out to one of the biggest matches in his life. Remy Leroux stepped out onto the stage. The Cajun raised his arms high in the air before racing down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He looked around as the cheers continued for the Cajun sensation. The music died down as another hit the PA system.
Introducing next, hailing from Orlando, Florida. He weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is a newly crowned one half of the NBW Tag Team Champions. Here is THE PHENOM. SHAWN JESSICA HAAAAARRRRTTTTT.
"Magic Dance" by David Bowie meant one thing: it was The Phenom, Muff Daddy – SHAWN JESSICA HART time, flanked by his sister Felicia and Tiny, strutted his way down the aisle, carrying his half of the NBW Tag Team Championships, eliciting some screams from some pre-teen girls in the audience and cheers from the rest of the crowd. Hart was looking for his opportunity to wear some gold in the NBW.
And finally, hailing from Hollywood, California. He weighs in at two hundred and fifty-eight pounds. He is the second double champion in NBW history. He is the World and Keystone Champion. Here is ’SUPERSTAR’ VINCE JAAAACCCOOOBBBSSSS.
The ever-familiar voice of the Icon echoed throughout the arena.
The Keystone Championship was defended as a part of the NA Championship in an interpromotional match at F.A.T.E?
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