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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:34 pm
First of all Id like to clear up some possible slight misunderstandings. That was more or less my fault for not really specifying. Two weeks ago in the Bogard/Sparco match the winner was Sparco, meaning last weeks ME was not a title match. The PPV, From the Ashes, is next week. The Main event Hunter VS Sparco, other matches including a now announced "Impress the boss match" Which will consist of our few lower card talents in a match to, well, Impress the boss. Having the boss on your good side helps with bookings surely. We also have the Fatal Four Way matchup consisting of Johnny Chaos, Lords, and Kid Chaos. Whom the Fourth competitor is, is still unknown. Now announced is Ice VS The Rejects, A ‘bout strewn from revenge. After last weeks act by both Killa and Figgy they will both be heading off against each other in a one on one rematch. Opening this week are two NSL stars that hopefully will be around awhile, and two members of the Impress the boss match. In fact our first three matches consist of people who will be in the match. XW and Zout are surely going to make a strong showing here tonight, wanting to go into the PPV with momentum. Matt Stone and AJ perhaps the most interesting of the Three bouts will surely spawn a great bout of the up and comers in this industry. Also, these three opening bouts will be judged and the winner determined by promos. The promos will be due ASAP, however, the absolute deadline will be the 8th. After last weeks confrontation it seems Killa has pulled himself out of retirement. He is aiming to clean off his ring rust here tonight taking on the up and comer Talon. Figgy was also left off this card in concern for his health. With the up and coming PPV Killa needs to get his head straight and Talon might be the perfect tool. That, or Talon may just be the second man to pull the upset, sending Killa to a decline surely. As member of Danny's group of merry men, Johnny has found himself on Ice's hit list. However, not directly involved, Chaos is merely guilty by association. On request by Johnny Chaos himself, Danny and the Rejects will be banned from ringside. This match promises a wealthy result. The big main event of the night hits us in full as we witness a 3 on 3, 6 man tag match. Hunter and his business partners as such band together to take on Alex lords, Kid chaos, and Hunters PPV opponent, Sparco. The match promises to be explosive, as an iffy alliance in Lords and KC is formed, as well as the Heel-Face combo with Sparco. If the team can set aside any differences and focus on taking out the real enemy, they have a damned good chance at victory.
Ryan Ross VS Mike Anigma
XW vs Mark Zout
Matt Stone vs AJ Warner
Killa Kal VS Talon
Johnny Chaos vs Ice
Hunter & The Rejects VS Sparco, Kid Chaos, Alex Lords
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:33 am
The camera fades from black to a bright arena, multi-colored spot lights swirl around the fans as the camera flys from one end of the arena to the other large pyro technics go off on the tron and stage."Hey every one and happy Fathers Day this is Ian Davis and with me as always the lovely Janus Irving and I am excited as always to watch the great action in the NLS. Tonight is a night of revenge, honor and above all else pride." Ian said excitedly.Janus chmed in shortly after him." Ian I can introduce myself you a*****e, and to night we will all bare witness the show before the first ever NLS pay per view." Janus finished as the first match was about to be announced.
Tear Gutter Stands in the ring ready to announce the first match, "Introducing first From Miami Florida, he weighs in today at 256 pounds he is MIKE ANIGMAAAAAAA!" Tear exclaimed a before Mike's music hits, Scum of the earth by rob zombie plays while Anigma walks out of the backstage area and stands in the middle of the stage. He looks on both sides of the arena and walks down the ramp giving the fans dirty looks and telling them off. Anigma gets on the apron and goes through the second rope. He gets on the turnbuckle and just looks at the fans and gets off to wait.
Tear Gutter raised the mic to his lips a second time, "And introducing his opponent hailing from Everett Washington, weighing in at 245 pounds he is "Red Hot" RYAN ROSSSSSSSSS!" Tear yelled as Freedom Fighter blares across the PA system as Ryan Ross comes out to a video of his finishing moves the the Shii Driver and Taunts. He Looks at the crowd and gives a cocky smirk to everyone in the audience boos can be heard over the load cheers but not many he gives a local fan a high five and the crowd cheers more furiously then ever. he rolles into the ring and jumps to the nearest corner and flex's his not so toned muscles so that you see two small bumps on top of his arms. He then jumps of and stretches for his match.
DING DING DING!
The fans went quite not sure which of these to heels to cheer for, if to cheer at all. Jon Nite calls for the two men to start the action in the ring, then he steps back to let the men fight. Nothing happened at all Ryan starred across the ring at his opponent, Anigma doing the same. Jon went to the center of the ring, raised his and high, and dropped it before saying " alright guys lets go." Jon quickly back peddled to the unoccupied corner and looked at the to men anxiously.
"Are these guys going to start this thing or what?" Ian asked his co-broadcaster, to no reply. Ryan was the first to move he stepped to the right, and started to circle the center of the ring. Mike quickly circles the ring and stops after clearing a half circle, Ryan does the same, the two stare at each other from across the ring. Ryan steps forward as does Mike the two men lock up in the center of the ring in a tight collar and elbow tie up. Ryan pushed Mike back with a great effort pushing him back into the corner. Jon Nite ran over and pushed his way between the two heels in the corner starting a count on Ryan, "Ryan get off him, one,...two,...three,....four,..." Ryan broke the hold and the count when he stepped back and let his opponent go. Ryan snired at his opponent showing his domenance in the match.
Mike brushed himself off cockly and went back to the circling the ring. Ryan followed suit quickly and they soon met in the middle again in a tight collar and elbow tie up. Mike put the pressure on Ryan this time; he pushed him back towards the ropes, Nite once again interjected himself, "Alright Anigma i want a clean break, one,...two,...three,...four,..." Mike let go of Ryan with a big cocky smile on his face. Mike backed up with no attack on his foe a clean break very rare from both of these men. Ryan cracked his neck to the left and then the right before coming at Mike with a quick charge, rolling behind him, and wrapping his arms around his waist. Ryan Lifted Mike into the air and sweeped his legs out tossing him face first onto the mat. Ross quickly pounced ontop of his downed opponent and grabbed a headlock. Mike yelled out, reached up to Ryan's arms and started to pull, he clawed but ryan just tightened his grip around his foe's head. "I'm going to pop your head like a pimple, you piece of crap." Ryan yelled to his opponent audible enough for the camera's to pick up. Mike kicked the mat in pain and frustration, he lifted his legs up and kicked out of the head lock leaving Ryan on his back and Mike now on his feet.
"What a nice tid bit of agility." Ian said as the fans gave a minor pop not really happy about these two heels facing off in a preveiw match from the PPV. "Yeah I bet we wont be seeing that from the Mark Zout match." janus interjected rudly. Mike took this oppertunity to attack his downed foe he delivered some strong stomps but none of them seemed to connect, Ryan rolled out of the way of each one and then he gained his feet. Mike put his hands together clapping slowly and sarcastically for his opponents tactics. Ryan raised his left hand and dropped all but one finger flipping his opponent the bird. Mike charged at Ryan leaping at his legs and pulling him down to the mat in a school boy. Jon Nite hit the mat quickly to start the count, "One,...two,..." Ryan rolled back off his shoulders and onto his stomach, he quickly used all for of his limbs to charge at his opponent getting to his feet, lifting his opponent up, and running him hard back first into the corner. Mike's back cracked when he hit the three corner pads as did his ribs when Ryan drove his shoulder into them. Mike spit when the breath was driven out of him with the second shoulder check to the gut. Ryan ran to the center of the ring turned on his heels and charged back at his cornered foe, but this time Mike was ready he jumped up into the air and split his legs at the perfect time causing Ryan to plow into the center turnbuckle head first. Ryan fell backwards and clutched his head in pain while Mike taunted at the crowd to no responce.
"That had to ******** hurt." Janus piped up and spoke over the deafening silence of the fans."No one seems to be into this match Janus I wonder why that is?" Ian responded clearing the air that the fans were leaving the wrestlers something big had to happen soon or this may be the bathroom break of the night. Mike stomped on Ryan's chest and head possibly softening his opponent up for his finishing move the brain buster. Mike lifted Ryan off the mat and wrapped his arm around his head, Mike then grabbed Ryan's arm and pulled it down swinging Ryan's body and his own over delivering a devistating swinging neck breaker. Ryan layed on the mat clutching his neck kicking his feet in pain the agony showed on his face. Mike went to his opponent's head and lifted him into a sitting position he grabbed it tight and started to squize with the all powerful sleeper hold.
"Well maybe this will get the fans kicked into gear." Ian proclaimed as the fans started to boo Mike for his boring style of wrestling. Ryan started to stomp the mat and the fans suddenly started to get behind him. Fans cheered and clapped and stomped in there seat. Ryan slowly started to pump his fist the energy from the fans jolting through his body, he stepped up on his heel pushing back on Mike. Ryan then gained his feet as Mike had to step to his feet to keep the hold, Ryan quickly dropped to his but giving Mike a quick and powerful stunner, Anigma released the hold on Ryan and stumbled back as Ryan bounced back to his feet and charged the ropes. Ryan rebounded quickly and leapt into the air grabbing Anigma's head and pulling it to the mat with an RKO. Mike's head bounced off the mat and then thuded back down on it. Ryan quickly rolled him over Ryan layed his arm over his foe and Nite jumped to the mat starting to count "One...two...three." Nite slaped his hand down on the mat as Mike lifted his arm.
DING DING DING, Tear Gutter stands up and announces the winner, "The winner of the match "Red Hot" Ryan Rossssss!"
"That was quite the interesting finish Janet ." Ian said shocked as Ryan stood up and raised his arm's in the air. Nite rose to his feet and Proclaimed Ryan the winner, but Anigma gained his feet clutching his head and yelled. "That was two I raised my arm, that was two." Jon Nite didn't reply just showed him three fingers. Anigma couldn't believe that he just lost by a millasecond, and he wouldn't take it laying down. Mike walked over to his opponents turned back and grabbed his shoulder spinning him around quickly. "You got lucky" Mike said loadly he then lifted his leg to kick Ryan but got caught Ryan spun him around and booted him in the gut he pulled Mike's head between his (Ryan's) legs and wrapped both arms around his foes legs. Ryan then lifted, jumped, and spun in the air falling by the force of gravity, drilling Mike with a devastating Package Piledriver. The fans exploded with mixed cheers and boos as Red Hot Ryan Ross stood up and called out to his downed foe, "Never call me lucky you little puke or i will end you!" Ryan smiled and rolled under the bottom rope taunting to the crowd as he walks back up the ramp calling that he'll be the one impressing the boss, as the screen fades to black.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:45 am
The announcer spoke.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall...Introducing First...."
The opening melody for "Ladies and Gentlemen" begins, gripping the audience's attention. As all eyes turn to the beginning of the entrance ramp, the melody is cut off and destroyed by a hard rock. Mark Zout walks out the entrance door in time with this wearing one of his several merchandise tees, and with his hair pulled back into a pony by a white hair tie.
Zout is amped, and it's apperant by the look on his face. His eyes are on fire, and his body has a life all it's own. As the lyrics begin to pour themselves into the ears of the audience in attendance Zout explodes down the entryway with a burst of energetic life, slapping the hand of several "MarkZ" on his way to the ring.
The Announcer went on. "Mark Zout!"
Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe
Zout aproached the stairs and quickly climbed them with quick downward pumps of his legs in alternate orders. He ducked inside the ring, electing to go through the middle and top ropes. He then pivotted on his right leg and jumped up to the second turn buckle, Raising his ars in the air several times in succession to amp up the crowd. It worked as there was a decent pop from a cheering section dedicated to him, at least for this match.
Like nothing you’ve ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you’ll be begging for more
Zout hops downfrom here and takes first the hair tie out of his locks, then he pulls the shirt he is wearing over his head, folding it up and wrapping the hair tie around it.
Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen
He points to one section, who gaves a good pop, but shakes his head, pointing over to another. Their reaction is stronger. Back to thhe first section, theyir screams are much louder this time. Zout points to a ne section who drowns out the first two with their cheers, and he throws the shirt to them.
Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen!
As the bridge rift of his entrance theme begins to run through a second time, is fades out, Zout settling into a corner, feeling quite at home with his MarkZ's support.
"And his Opponent..."
The beginning of Killing time hit as the lights went out and an X was shown on the screen. As the music picked up, the pyro hit and Xw ran out to the stage, gloating as the crowd cheered. He stopped and took a look around for a couple of seconds as the crowd gave him an acceptable amount of cheering. He smiled and began to walk down the ramp.
"Xw!"
On his way down to the ring, Xw tagged some hands. He stopped before the ring and jogged in place for a few seconds before bursting with a slide into the ring. He looked around while he was on the ground before getting up and walking to the middle of the ropes and hopping onto the middle one, holding the top rope with his left hand, and doing some one armed crotch chops. He jumped off the ropes and walked over to a turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope and making an X out of his arms followed by doing a crotch chop and then jumping off and back into the middle of the ring. Mark Zout, who had left the ring, now got back in and went to the middle of the ring too. The music cut off and they each found opposing corners.
Jon Nite quickly went over the rules of the match with the two, turning his head this way, then that, to make certain both individuals were confident in them. When he recieved nods from each he signalled to the reccord keeper, whom rang the bell. After three sharp pangs the two withdrew from their corners, both engaging in an intense stare as they gallopped in circle's around the ring. As they aproached more closely, one another, Xw was first to put his arm foreward, fingers outstretched. Zout followed suit, and the men contunied to circle (Jon Nite circling the opposite direction), until their fingertips barely crossed flesh. They each withdrew their arms for no longer than half a second and set them slowly out again. This round when their fingers touched, each patted the other's several times before they began to slip into an inter-locking possition. Once their fingers were firmly locked in each slowly brought their other arms out and up above their heads. The next happenings were quick and fluid, the men had felt one another out and had each devellopped a plan. Their top hands inter-locked and they each took a large step foreward, standing chest-to-chest, left legs in close, and right legs back for leverage.
As the two gritted their teeth, each flexed their wrists upwards, looking for an advantage. It was Xw whom, after several long seconds with fan chants starting for both men, found himself being pressed backward. He arched his back, fighting the leverage of Zout, but quickly found his shoulders in a pin against the mat, which Jon Nite was quick to noticed and slide into possition for.
The official slammed his hand against the mat, "One!" Xw,realizing the seriousness of his prediciment, pressured back, managing his shoulders off the canvas before Nite's hand could reach the mat a second time. With sheer determination the X-Facta beared back, gaining a vertical base once more, and continued with his momentum so that Zout now was forced backward into a bridge, shoulders pinned. Jon Nite, once again, slid into possition without hessition.
The mat gave a loud crack as Nite plowed his palm into it, "One!" It was Zout's turn to fight his shoulders off the mat, every muscle in his body quivering as he established a vertical standing, and then continued to apply the use of his sure footing, core, and upperbody strength, once again forcing Xw toward the canvas. In a quick and unforseen manuever, however, Xw raised both their arms above his head, aliviating the leverage from himself, and with veteran initiative forced his head foreward, under the left arm of Zout. From here Xw took one simple step forward with his right leg and cocked his hips, snapping his shoulders back, sending Zout over-head and careening to the canvas in a Snap Northern Lights Suplex. Official Jon Nite was ready for the count.
"One!" "Tw-" Zout had freed up his right hand, clenched the crook of his elbow around the esaphigus of Xw, and then used an alagator-like Death Roll, freeing his shoulders from the mat and planting Xw - face first - into the canvas. Zout had the possition advantage here, with a guitine choke placed securely on Xw. Still, he opted to give this possition up. Zout pivotted - chest to back - around Xw's body, sitting out near the head of his opponent, and once again wrapping an arm around the neck of Xw, clenching hold of his own right wrist with his left arm to keep Xw grounded, face down, in a sitting headlock. At this point the fans in the arena that were there to see Mark let out a whallup of whisltes, just as the cheers and hollars from Xw's fans had died down from his impressive showing just three short seconds earlier. It was also at the point that Jon Nite began to check on Xw.
Jon Nite began to check on Xw in vein. The athlete, sensing the bloodflow to his head thin, spun on his belly and shot foreward, driving his shoulder into the gut of Zout. As Zout involuntarily expelled a good portion of the air in his lungs outward, he released his grip over Xw. The X-Facta quickly made an advantage of this, and kicked his feet off the ground, flipping over Zout AS he used his arms to trap Zout's legs in a mock figure four. His feet planted firmly on the ground, and Zout was trapped in a jack-knife possition with much pressure against his shins and knees. Nite, already in possition from checking on Xw, slammed a hand down without hessitation.
"One!" "Tw-" Zout grit his teeth, forcing the pain to the back of his mind when he kicked both legs foreward, sending Xw from pinning Mark to being pinned by Mark. Xw's arms were now the victim, as the hold was turned upside down. Mark was quick enough to snag Xw's legs before they were too far away from reach, issuing a jack-knife pin now on Xw, with his opponent's arms tied into the figure-four. Jon Nite leapt into possition once more.
"One!" "Two!" Xw quickly snapped his legs foreward, sending Zout overhimself to once again be pinned. Nite again lept forward, slamming a hand down.
"One!" Zout kicked foreward, sendinging Xw overhimself.
"One!" Xw again kicked foreward, but both men were now entangled in the ropes, each on their side, and still fighting one another for dominance in the mock figure four as Jon Nite - with sweat beading up on his own forehead pried them away from one another. Both men scrambled to their feet and turned to face the other - half a ring's distance seperating them - and then paused, letting for the first time in the long sequence of pins the fan's deffening excitement soak in. It was not chants for whomever they were chearing, it was apprecation for the athletic tallent and the quick pace each superstar was striving for, and the fans made this quite obvious by the chant they all took to in unison, their cheers shaking the arena. "NLS! NLS! NLS!" Both superstars took a moment to acknowlege the crowd, waving breifly, as Jon Nite, the official, took a moment to catch his breath.
Ian Davis: "Sweet Jesus, Jan! After seeing the athletisism those two men in the ring just portayed... if I were a smoker, I'd need a cigarette! That action was so hot I wouldn't even need a lighter!"
Janus Irving: "You have no ******** idea what you're talking about, do you Skid Mark? They can do summersalts in the ring. ********. And I'll tell you another thing: If you ever call me Jan again I'm going to borrow the hammer for the ring bell and see if you make the same noise as it does when I slap you over the balls with it. You do have balls, don't you?
Ian Davis: "If you're asking if my male anatomy is all correct, then yes. Yes it is."
Janus Irving: "Then why don't you let the little ******** drop, you p***y?"
The two glanced back to each other now, each giving a slight nod, mas if to say, 'Okay, let's go!' The two began circling again as they neared the center of the ring, and Xw raised an arm, signalling for a second lock-up, however Zout had other plans, taking Xw's possition as an opening, and immediately snaked an arm over the back of Xw's neck, locking him in tight with a standing headlock. Zout gritted his teeth as he wrenched the hold, Xw swinging his arms blindly looking for some part of Zout he could attack to loosen the hold. One of the blind arms - his left - found Zout's waist, and he wrapped his right around it as well, pulling Zout backward as he backpeddled into the ropes behind him.
Leaning against the ropes, he pushed off of them, shoving Zout foreward. Zout lost his grip and bound foreward, sprinting the length of the ring. He turned gracefully as he approached the ropes to bound off of them, using their elacticity for further momentum. As Zout approached the center of the ring with a full head of steam he ran square into Xw, planting his shoulder into the chest of the slightly heavier superstar. Xw bumped to his back, and Zout ran toward the ropes to his right, bounding off of them. As he returned Xw dove at Zout's feet, forcing Mark to hop over his body. As Zout came back from another set of ropes Xw lept vertically into the air, leap-frogging over his opponent. As Zout came back again Xw turned, swinging a cocked arm with a viscious clothesline. Zout ducked under the manuever, however, and turned straight around at the same time as Xw. It was too late to mount an offensive, however, as Xw jumped up, pumping his legs out, and caught Zout squarly in the jaw with beautiful High Dropkick. Zout bumped to his back, the momentum and angle of his opponent's kick sending him off at a T-Bone angle. Xw was first to his feet, and quickly raised an arm, resulting in a decent pop from his fans in attendance.
He didn't take much time to taunt, the crowd was already into the match, and he went straight over to Zout, lifting the superstar by his head, the looped an arm around the head of Zout. He pulled back, looking for a suplex, but Zout quickly re-established his base, refusing to let the other lift him. Xw fixed this with a quick knee, shot straight into the solarplexes of Zout, then pulled back again, lifting Zout high into the air with a vertical suplex. Zout turned as he went up, however, and landed squarely on his feet behind Xw. Xw was aware of this, and grabbed Zout's head, flipping him over himself in a speedy snapemare. Zout landed on his arse in front of Xw, and Xw dropped to the mat with a dropkick to the back and shoulders of Zout. Zout let out a grunt and shot an arm to his back to aid it, but this only resulted in aiding Xw, as he took the arm in his grasp and looped his other around the throat of Zout, locking him in tight with a Chickenwing Sleeper.
The fans in Xw's corner let out subtle cheers of excitement - that didn't last long as the momentum Zout was gaining from his own fans allowed him to shoot two elbows from his free arm into the ribs of Xw. Upon releasing the hold, Xw took a step back and brought an arm to the ribs in a doctoring effort. Upon escaping the hold, Zout exploded to his feet and bound off the ropes, coming back fast at Xw. The superstar caught this ahead of time, however, and lept up, wraping his legs over the head and shoulders of Zout, then allowing himself to fall backward toward the mat, allowing Zout's own momentum to whip him across the ring with the assistance of Xw's Hurricanranna.
The fans had not had the chance to settle down since the match began - and they would not get that chance here, either. Xw ran at the downed Zout and nailed him with both feet, sending the superstar out of the ring with a heavy baseball slide. He had enough momentum behind the move that he slipped out of the ring behind Zout, but caught the bottom rope, pulling himself onto the apron. With Zout's face twisted in pain as he held his ribs, he stood uneasily, only to catch the flying body of Xw, whom had lept onto the second rope from the arpon, and flipped backward in a fully extended Asai Moonsault! Both men crashed to the floor, just short of colliding into the announcement table.
Ian Davis: "Sweet Jesus, Janus! We could have been killed!"
Janus Irving: "Yes, and I am oh-so-proud that you lept to my rescue, instead of hiding under the table like a b***h."
Ian Davis gave a sheepish grin, as he emerged from behind the table.
The official, Jon Nite, stood at the ropes begining a slow count as to warn the competitors to re-enter the ring. "One!" "Two!" "Three!"
Xw was back on his feet, and Zout was stirring.
The count went on, "Four!" "Five!"
Zout was to his feet as well now, and Xw nailed him over the head with a hard right over-head punch. Zout fought back with a quick right hook.
"Six!" "Seven!"
Xw landed a hard haymaker Zout stumbled back from, but Zout came back foreward with a hard haymaker of his own. Both men grabbed the other by the head, refusing to give up any ground.
"Eight!"
The two paused, both looking to the official Jon Nite, whom raised both hands again, indicating the count.
"Nine!"
The superstars looked to each other, then both made a a sprinting dash, diving under the bottom rope and sliding over the apron into the ring.
"Ten!" The record keeper raised his hammer into the air and rang the bell three times in short succession as the official, Jon Nite, waved off the count. The fans were booing in heavy dismay as the ring announcer, Tear Gutter let her voice ring loud and clear over the PA in the arena. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Official for the match has waved off his innital call. The match will continue!" The fans in attendance let out an explosive roar of cheers, and the dismay that spread over both superstar's faces melted away as they looked to one another - shaking their heads.
They were both on their feet again, and as it was time to square up again Zout held a hand up, as to say 'Gimme a sec.' He turned his back to Xw, strode over to the far turnbuckle, and mounted the second rope, raising his arms in the air. The fans gave an excited pop. Zout then dismounted the turnbuckle and took a few steps back, then gestured to it, as if to say 'The stage is yours.' to Xw. Xw shrugged and strode over to the turnbuckle. He mounted the second ropes and shot both arms up high, the crowd reacting much the same way as they had to Zout. Xw turned to Zout with a shrug, like 'How was that?' Zout shook his head and waved Xw off, then went to the turnbuckle and backflipped off the top rope, the fans cheers elivating. Xw shrugged like, 'Eh...' Then ran at the ropes along the side of the ring, leaping up and backflipping off of the top, the fans cheering more loudly. Zout nodded with a smile, 'Okay... Okay...' He then ran toward the turnbuckle, lept up and launched off the top turnbuckle, performing a front flip. The fans cheers grew louder still for him. Xw shook his head. 'Okay, but can you do ths?' He went into a handstand and possitioned his legs into an L kick. The fans enthusism died off a little. Zout matched the L kick, but then went straight up. He slowly lowered himself to the mat and pushed up, clapping once and landing on his feet. Xw started again with an L kick and coppied Zout's Military press Push-up clapper, landing back on his hands, and walked himself on a circle with them. Zout put his hands up as the crowd began to cheer again as if to say 'enough.' Xw took a moment to bask in the fan's support before raising his arm up for a lock-up once more. Zout came toward him with his own arm up, however as their arms were about to lok he rolled under the lock-up, popping up behind Xw, and nailed the superstar with a heavy dropkick as Xw turned. Zout then immediately followed up with with a standing moonsault double knee drop to the midsection of the downed Xw. The match that had been previously been wrestle between two superstars with a mutual understanding was now taking a quick turn to serious. Xw rolled to his stomach, cradling it with his arms as Zout stood.
Xw held his back in pain as Zout stomped on it twice. Mark picked Xw up and toe kicked him. Zout would go for a DDT but Xw pushed him away and hit a quick enziguri. Both superstars laid in pain after this move. Neither had the energy to get back up. Mark could be seen blinking a lot, looking as if he had forgotten where he was due to the impact of that last move. Xw was holding his back again.
"1.....2...."
The ref was counting and waiting for either of them to get up.
"3...4...."
Xw tolled to the ropes. Mark was already near ropes and put his hands on the bottom ones.
"5....6...."
Xw was pulling him self up and was on his hands and knees. Zout was leaning against some ropes.
"7....8...."
Zout was back up, stumbling a little, Xw was to only 1 knee now.
"9..."
Xw sprang up and charged with a small spear to knock down Zout, followed by some punches. He then was told by the ref to get off Zout. Xw did so and was badck up, stomping on Zout. After 3 stomps, Xw hit an elbow drop. He got back up, went to Zout's legs, and applied a sharpshooter. Zout was nearby some ropes and grabbed them. Xw was farced to let go. Xw then went to the corner, climbing to the top rope. He waited for Zout to get back up before jumping off for a hurricanrana. Zout stopped this by holding onto Xw and attempting a powerbomb instead. This connected, doing even more back damage to Xw. Zout now went to the top rope and jumping off, attempting a legdrop. He failed as Xw rolled away and Zout landed on his a**. Xw ran and hit a small dropkick to the sitting up Mark's head. Zout laid on the mat as Xw got the crowd on his side again. He went to the apron as Zout got back up. When Mark was back up, Xw jumped and hit a springboard fist to the face. Zout was down and Xw went for a pin.
"1...2..."
Mark kicked out. Xw hit him in the face to keep him down and went back to the top rope. He did a crotchchop before leaping off for a lightning strike, his finisher. Zout rolled away and Xw hit the mat. His momentum went down with a thud with him too. Xw laid there as Mark began to get backup.
Zout was on his feet and dropped a boot into the back of Xw's head. He then picked him up by his head and trapped it under his right arm. Zout, with his fans excited over his rather lucky break, brought his right leg back, then kicked it foreward with a hard shin kick that sent Xw's body into the air. At that moment, Zout leaned back hard, spiking the top of Xw's dome into the canvas. Zout, on his feet once more, and Xw layed out in the center of the ring, pointed to the top rope, with a hand on the back of his head. The fans let loose a whallup, and so Zout, taking the fan's advice, limped to the turnbuckle and climbed to the top. He slowly stood as Xw rolled to his back, his front completely exposed. He then crouched down and lept off, turning only one hundred eighty degrees in the air. As he headed toward the downed Xw head-first, he turned the remaining ninty degrees at the last moment, coming down hard in the Pacific Plunge!
Ian Davis: "Pacific Plunge! Mark Zout with the Pacific Plunge! But wait -- Nobody's home!"
Janus Irving: "I bet he feels like a jackass now."
Xw had managed to roll in toward Zout's direction at the very last second, letting Zout collide with the canvas. Zout sat up immediately after the impact, his face twisted in pain and his back already red, then collapsed to his back once more. Xw was out of it, and in no hurry to gain his feet - aware that Zout was now in just as bad of shape as he was. So as Xw layed there on his stomach and Zout on his back, both gasping for air, Jon Nite once again began a count.
"One!" "Two!" "Three!"
No movement from either man.
"Four!" "Five!"
They began to stir.
"Six!" "Seven!"
Zout - the nearer of the two to the ropes was using them to pull himself up. Xw was struggling to find a knee.
"Eight!"
Zout was up and leaning against the ropes with his back, eyes foccused on Xw - whom was battling to find his feet.
"Nine!"
Xw found his feet groggily and Jon Nite cancelled the count. As Xw turned, Zout hit him with a clothesline. Xw grabbed his neck in pain. Zout locked in an armbar as Xw yelled in pain. He got his foot on the ropes after a few seconds and Zout let go. Zout went to Xw's legs and went for a Boston crab but Xw kicked away and Zout hit the ropes, bounced off, and came back, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. Xw got back up at the same time Zout did. Xw hit Zout with some chops to the chest followed by a dropkick. Zout was hit and knocked into the ropes. Xw ran and spring boarded off the ropes, grabbing Zout's head on his way down to hit a bulldog.
Xw picked Zout up and hit a belly-to-belly overhead suplex followed by sitting Zout up and locking in a full nelson. Mark struggled to get out but was trapped. He started closing his eyes and his arms went down a bit. The ref raised an arm and it fell.
"1!"
The ref did it again and it fell once more.
"2!"
The ref raised it a third time but it stayed up that time. Mark started shaking his arms as the crowd got on his side. He moved his legs and managed to get on knee. Xw wouldn't let this cliche happen and let go, hitting a double axehandle to keep Zout down. He picked Zout up and Irish whipped him into a corner. Xw then followed up with some chops. Xw raised Mark up, putting him on the top rope and climbing himself. Mark pushed Xw away and Xw lands, neck hitting the top rope, causing Zout to land on his glory zone. Xw hit the mat and both men looked hurt. Zout got back up, still on the top rope. He was crouched on the top rope and breathing heavily in pain. Xw suddenly jumped up, ran at the ropes, spring boarded off them again, and hit a huge tornado DDT off the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Zout's head hit the apron with a thud as Xw hit the floor. He was lucky for the angle of their landing as the steel steps were not too far from them. The crowd was cheering at the big move they just seen. Both wrestlers were laying there. Zout's head hitting the apron caused him to flip over and land sitting up against the side of the ring, his leg landing on Xw's head. Zout didn't stay sitting up up though and ended up laying down too.
"1....2....3...."
The ref counted as both stars laid there. Little movement from either star.
"4....5...."
Xw was up to his knees.
"6....7...."
Xw was beginning to slide in.
"8...9...."
Xw had slid in but suddenly, Zout grabbed his foot and jerked him out of the ring to where his foot touched the floor.
"1....2..."
The count began again as Xw kicked Zout and slid in fully.
"3....4.....5...."
By this time, Zout was sliding onto the apron and pulling himself up on the apron.
"6..."
Xw saw Zout on the apron, toe kicked him, and put him in suplex position. He got on the bottom ropes of his side and pulled Zout up to the bottom rope on Mark's side too. He then picked Zout up into a vertical suplex position, climbed up an extra rope and hit the almostplex off the second rope. Both wrestlers had hit the mat, Mark getting more damge.
The crowd was up and cheering both wrestlers.
"XW! XW! XW!"
"We Mark Zout! We Mark Zout!"
Xw barely turned over and put his arm on Zout after a few seconds.
1!.......
2!......
With half of a second left, Mark barely stuck up his shoulder to kick out. The Zout fans stood, cheering as the X-factas died a bit on the inside.
Xw could not believe it, and his face showed his shock. After the full out assault he had just put Zout through - a crippling full nelson - the unforgiving ddt - An almostplex that should have won him the match - Zout had still managed a shoulder off the mat. Xw did not accuse the ref of a slow count - he knew it had not been. He was simply in a state of disbelief. Shaking the dismay from his face and releasing a heavy sigh, Xw stood and gave about four feet's space between him and his just stirring opponent. He crouched, standing with his right side toward Zout and waited like a lion for his weakened prey. The prey had just found a knee - facing away from Xw - and used both hands to find his feet rather uneasily. He stood, still facing the opposite dirrection of his opposition, and looked still quite groggy as he turned slowly, taking a big heavy step toward Xw. The X Facta had a look of sheer inpatiance as he bound sideways, throwing a quick and heavy boot into the air at an exact altitude of five feet and six inches - perfectly in line with Zout's jaw.
Ian Davis: "OH-MY-GAWD, SUPA KICK!!!"
It was sheer instict that sent Zout plummiting to the floor and rolling off his left shoulder, narrowly missing Xw's boot with his skull, and pure drive that allowed him to grab the already airborne leg of his opponent - as well as his head - and lift him straight up into the air, then turn his own body in a ninty degree angle as he fell to his back, the cutter intact as Xw crashed face-first into Zout's shoulder. Zout immediately rolled his opponent over and collapsed in pain and exhaustion over Xw's chest. Jon Nite slid into possition.
Janus Irving: "I don't ******** believe it!"
Ian Davis: "Zout just avoided Xw's Supa Kick and planted him in the center of the ring with his own finishing manuever!"
Janus Irving: "What a Mark!"
Ian Davis: "What a Mark, indeed! And what a MarkOut!"
Janus Irving: "I meant you."
As Jon Nite slapped the mat in perfect succession, he counted each thud along with Zout's fans sprinkled through-out the arena. "One!" "Two!" "Three!" Nite signalled the reccord keeper, which resulted in three sharp pangs in short succesion (and Ladies and Gentle by Saliva), then dropped back to the mat to check the condition of the Superstars - both seemingly unconsious. There was slight stirring from both, however, and Nite helped both men to their feet, raising the arm of Zout, but also holding the arm of Xw to ensure he was steady on his feet - which was not the case at all - for either man. After a satisfying pop from the crowd, Xw held out his arm for a handshake, which Zout refused, opting to instead lean against the other in a loose embrace. He whispered something in Xw's ear, which was inaudible to the camera, but looked something like 'Hell of a match. Good luck next card.' The two men waved to the crowd, simular to how they had near the beginning of the match.
Ian Davis: "What a match, Jan...us... Uhm, Janus."
Janus Irving: "That's right, watch your ******** mouth. The ring bell is only about an arm's length away, Skid Mark."
Ian Davis: "Heh... Ladies and gentlemen, we are just getting WARMED UP here at NLS, stay tuned after this short word from our sponsers, believe me, you don't want to miss what's next!"
The screen fades to commercial.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:18 am
After the Mark Zout and Xw match up, a young announcer Mike Barker entered the ring and put a mic to his lips with a little smile, ready to give his first announcement to the NLS crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a fifteen minute break. Please go to the NLS Concession St—“ Mike Barker was not seen for another ten minutes, as he may have needed a bathroom break... in his pants.
As the guitar riff kicks in, the lights dim down and two white lights circle around the arena, the fans not so surprised that Matt would enter the ring when he pleased and how he pleased. In some time, the two lights reach the top of the ramp as Kitty hits her cue walking through the black curtain, with a microphone in her hand and Matt Stone’s arm around her hips. She raised the mic to her lips with a little smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the best thing to come out of Canada; he’s my friend and yours, Matt STONE!” The music came back on from where it started as Matt started to walk down the ramp.
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
you win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
Matt put his hands behind his head as Kitty walked in front of him. He smacked on his gum as he walked up the steps, following Katherine, putting his hands down, nodding and smack talking to the fan behind him. Kitty then opened the middle rope, and noticing this, Matt avoided his nice conversation and walked under the top rope.
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
the Ace of Spades
the Ace of Spades
The music then dies out when Kitty walks under the top rope and stands by the steps, starting to clap for Matt. The lights died down, as of course, there was no announcer in the ring.
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
The lights started to flash green and black at a very rapid pace, some fans cheering the heel just because Matt got more heat than AJ. Speak of the devil, Warner walked through the curtain with his eyes shooting bullets into Matt Stones.
I will break, break
Warner crossed his wrists as usual, pointing up his index and thumb to make a ‘W’. Red and white pyrotechnics rained behind him to symbol a Canadian flag. AJ soon beat his chest much like Eddie Guererro and made his way down the ramp with a smile, clapping fans hands as he was excited to have his first one-on-one match. Now the Bad Chyld may have been one to complain, but an opposing valet at ringside didn’t stop him, for now. Warner hopped on the top apron quickly, still keeping his eyes locked on Matt Stone.
I’m so Sick, Infected with,
Where I Live, Let Me Live
Without this, empty bliss
Selfishness, I’m So Sick
He then looked to Kitty and gave her a little wink, the ref keeping a tempted Matt back from attacking AJ and vice versa. Warner walked to the corner without reluctance, yelling curses and whatnot as Matt as he hopped down when his music faded and the lights came back on to its original brightness. AJ and Matt had a short stare down after pushing the ref away, but the ref quickly came back and got between the two, the bell ringing as each competitor as they went to the corners.
Warner quickly put his hand out for a test of strength, and as Matt went, AJ hit a jab, followed with a chop, but when he went for a short clothesline, Stone ducked and as Warner turned, he was hit with a dropkick and was sent into the ropes. Matt then ran and went for a clothesline, but AJ ducked and hit a Half Nelson Face Buster. AJ then went under the top rope, ready to go for a Springboard 720 DDT once Matt got up, but when he jumped and went for it, Kitty push the ropes, making AJ crash to the mat. Stone clapped his hands and laughed at the downed AJ, holding his ribs in pain.
Stone picked up AJ and picked him up for a quick snap suplex. Warner held his lower back, gritting through his teeth. Matt, just chuckling at the kid, picked him up and Irish whipped him into the ropes, but when AJ came back he slid under Matt and locked in a full nelson hold. Matt leaned back and kicked AJ in the shin and grabbed his arm, arm dragging him onto the ground. Stone then went for an arm bar on Warner, yelling the following: “You couldn’t learn this, let alone a body slam!” AJ, obviously angered by this statement, rolled off his back towards Matt in a UFC fashion and pounded his fists into Matt’s face. Matt was quick to cover up from the shots, but he was still getting hit by AJ.
With the ref counting Warner got off Matt, who was quick to roll away. Warner knew that the physical attack was a better choice than to try and out wrestle Matt, so he ran at him and hit a baseball slide, knocking Matt to the floor. Kitty ran over to check on him, but backed off when she saw that AJ was leaving the ring. Matt was starting to get up when he was hit with Warner’s right hand, then AJ whipped Matt into the steel steps. Matt’s shoulder connected with the steel, pushing the steps off their original mount. Matt held his injured shoulder as AJ told off some people in the front row. Kitty was near Matt, seeing if he was alright when Warner came over, pushing her aside.
Warner grabbed Matt by the hair and lifted him to his feet, staring at him for a second, then slapped him in the face, causing Matt to trip over the steps and fall back down. AJ laughed at him, then rolled in the ring and back out the other side of the post to break the ref’s count. AJ sent a kick at Matt, connecting to the side of his head. Matt started getting up when he was kicked in the ribs, causing Matt to roll on his back. AJ got down in Mat’s face, shouting at him. “Don’t mess with me!” AJ would then pick Matt up and roll him in the ring, turning to face Kitty who promptly backed up. Warner rolled in the ring and got to his feet. Warner was calling for Matt to get up, which he was gingerly. AJ got behind Matt and picked him up, delivering a back suplex to him, causing Matt’s head to bounce off the mat. AJ stomped on Matt again, enjoying this. Matt was coughing, but was still trying to get to his feet, Kitty cheering from outside the ring, hitting the mat with her forearms. AJ walked over to where she was and spat down at her, nearly missing. “Shut up b***h!” This gave Matt enough time to get to his feet, but it wouldn’t be for long as AJ noticed, he walked over quickly and was caught when Matt leapt in the air with a spinning wheel kick, the heel of Matt’s right foot connecting with the face of AJ. Both competitors were knocked down with the force of the blow, the referee starting the count for a double count out. He had only gotten to 4 when AJ started to get up, followed by Matt at 5. AJ was on his feet at six and Matt wasn’t far behind. They both met in the middle of the ring and each started throwing rights at each other. After a brief back and forth encounter, Matt hit a knee lift to AJ to slow him down. Matt then rose AJ and hit him with a knife Edge chop, then a second and a third, backing him into the corner.
AJ was resting in the corner while Matt took his time preparing for his next move. Deciding that AJ wasn’t weak enough for a high risk maneuver, Matt just started kicking AJ’s ribs. Three, four, five kicks later, AJ was looking in pretty bad shape. The ref wanted Matt out of the corner, but Matt didn’t care. Matt backed up, holding his shoulder that was still stinging from the steel steps and as AJ stumped out of the corner, Matt ran and hit him with an inziguri. AJ fell to his knees, then face down on the mat.
Matt looked down at him, angry at him for everything he had said and done, and he wanted AJ to feel the pain that Matt wanted to inflict, so he went to work. Matt grabbed AJ’s right arm and lifted it up in the air a bit, then brought his foot down across the shoulder, stomping hard on it. AJ cried out as the shot of pain shot through his arm and down his spine. Matt smirked, lifting his arm back up again and bringing his foot down on his shoulder a second time. AJ cried out again and Matt smiled, looking down at his opponent. Matt grabbed his arm a third time, but this time he stepped over his arm and sat down, locking in an arm bar. Matt pulled back on the arm and AJ cried out in pain. “How do you like that?” Matt asked AJ sarcastically. AJ tried to pull himself and Matt as well towards the ropes, moving inches closer, as Matt wrenched the arm more and more. AJ was still crawling towards the ropes, Matt looked back to see how far away they were and upon seeing they were just a few feet away Matt released the hold and started to drag AJ back towards the center of the ring.
While Matt was dragging AJ by his arm, AJ forced his way on his elbow and brought his left arm up to elbow Matt in the lower midsection, causing Matt to double over. AJ took the position and grabbed Matt’s head, snap marring him over. Matt was flipped into a sitting position where AJ would apply a side headlock. AJ forced his forearm under Matt’s chin to choke him, but the ref noticed and started counting. At three, however, Matt’s foot was brought up as he slipped out of the grip and collided with AJ’s head, forcing him to back up. Matt got to his feet, and as AJ regained his balance, Matt ran at him and leapt high, moving his forearm into the temple of AJ Warner, knocking both Canadians down. Kitty clapped for Matt as he got up. AJ was starting to get up again. Matt positioned himself behind AJ and gave him two swift kidney shots before grabbing AJ’s right arm an bringing it behind him, delivering a back suplex on AJ, causing him to land on his own arm. AJ cried out and Matt rolled away to get to his feet. AJ was rolling from side to side, holding his arm. Matt hit the ropes and came back, connecting with a low dropkick to AJ’s shoulder, causing him more pain. Matt then went for a pin and got a near two count. Matt looked at the ref, then grabbed AJ’s hair and started to bring him up on to his feet, but AJ countered with a small package, also getting a two count. Both men were quick to their feet this time and when Matt charged for a clothesline, AJ ducked. Matt was a few feet passed AJ when he stopped and turned around, getting AJ’s foot in the back of his head as AJ had jumped and turned in the air, raising his foot high enough to strike down Matt. Matt stumbled and fell face first to the mat. The crowd gave a little cheer as both men were down and the ref started counting again. Kitty was shouting for Matt to get to his feet. Matt was getting up at 6 and AJ was stirring as well. The ref stopped the count at 8 as Matt was on both feet, AJ near there as well. Matt went back to the attack, walking over to AJ and chopping his chest red, backing him against the ropes. Matt went to whip AJ across the ring, but AJ reversed and sent Matt at the ropes and as Matt came back, he was tossed over AJ’s head with a belly-to-belly suplex. Matt landed hard on his back, slow to get up. AJ was already vertical again and as Matt was getting up, AJ went on the attack.
AJ sent connected with some kicks to Matt’s ribs as Stone was getting to his feet. Warner kicked Matt in the gut again and whipped him into the far turnbuckle, Matt hitting it chest first and backing up winded. AJ hit the ropes and came back as Matt backed towards the center of the ring and Warner swept Matt’s legs out as his arm was around his throat with a strong STO. Warner went for the cover, hooking Matt’s leg and getting a near fall. This time is was AJ who was upset over what he felt was a slow count. AJ lifted up Stone and kicked him in the gut, doubling Matt over. AJ then hit the ropes behind Matt and flipped over him, driving him face-first into the mat with a successful throwback. AJ went for another cover, only to get the same result as before. Warner got up again, still holding his shoulder as it was still killing him. AJ hit the ropes quickly and hit Matt with a snap leg drop. Matt’s legs lifted in the air a bit as the leg drop connected on him. AJ got to his feet, calling for Matt to get up. Stone slowly did and AJ ran at the ropes once again, spring boarding off the middle rope and going for his devastating 720 degree DDT, driving Matt hard into the canvas. AJ went for the cover a third time, certain he’d just beaten the Ace of Spades himself. The ref got down for the count.
One!
Two!
No! Matt had kicked out again, this time with less authority but there was no doubt about the fact that he had gotten his shoulder off the mat, if only briefly. AJ was getting frustrated about his inability to put Matt away. He got to his feet, looking down at Stone. “Get up!” He shouted in Stone’s face. “C’mon, show me your skills!” As AJ was talking s**t to Stone, Kitty was slamming her fists on the mat for Stone to fight back. AJ grabbed Matt’s head and brought him to his feet, listing him up and holding him perpendicular to his chest. “It’s over now” AJ called out and started to move Stone around for a Swing Bottom, but Matt was able to pop his hips and land with his feet pressed against the mat firmly, still with AJ’s arm in reach. AJ only had a matter of milliseconds to react and was brought down to the canvas with Stone as Matt had forced him down by the arm, locking it between his knees and gripping AJ’s face, pulling back with a Canadian Cross face. Kitty was clapping wildly as Matt seemed to have the match in his grasp, as well as AJ. AJ was screaming out in pain. “Tap! Tap!” Matt shouted in AJ’s ear, wrenching back with as much pressure as he could. Matt pulled back more, AJ knew it was over if he couldn’t get out of the move. AJ started to lean into the move, putting more pain through his body, but his best chance to escapes as they were in the middle of the ring. AJ tried rolling over Stone, which in the beginning had loosened Matt’s grip and he was able to roll mostly overtop, but Matt was holding on and the end result was Stone had less of a grip, but was able to stop AJ from escaping, but with the weakened grip AJ was able to break the grasp over his face and get to his knees, gripping Matt. Matt tried to force AJ back down, but he wasn’t able to manage and AJ made it to his feet, only briefly, before falling back down, landing his body weight on Matt, forcing Matt to completely release the hold and roll away from AJ. Warner was holding his arm now, it was severely hurting him and he couldn’t hide it at all.
Both men were down once again, stirring. Warner was rocking on the mat, holding his arm and calling out in pain. Matt was near the ropes and Kitty had rushed over to talk to her man, assuring him to get up and finish the bout. Matt had nodded, although h was still winded. AJ had no cheering section, and without having a strong fan base, he was pretty much all alone. Matt was to his feet by the time the referee had gotten to seven. AJ was started to get up, using the ropes on the opposite side, to get to his feet. AJ was near the corner, so he was able to get the leverage he needed to remain vertical. Matt looked over at him with his cold, calculating stare. Matt had a plan to finish the match and he approached AJ with a purpose. As Matt came close to AJ, however, almost out of instinct AJ’s foot shot up and Matt was floored with AJ’s version of the super kick. Matt was stunned for a moment before falling backwards, a thud heard as he hit the mat. AJ was in no position to capitalize however and both men were once again knocked on the mat. AJ was face down, Matt lying on his back looking up at the lights, at least he would have been if his lights were on. The ref had to start his count again, but was going slow as he didn’t want to see this match ended with a double count out. Kitty had rushed over to Matt’s side, screaming for him to get up or at least move. AJ started to move, only slightly, crawling over to Matt and dropping his arm over the chest of the Ace of Spades, the referee getting down for the count.
One!
Two!
But there was no three. Matt hadn’t kicked out, but the ref had stopped his count. While the ref had been looking at the shoulders for the two count, Kitty had slipped Matt’s left foot on the bottom rope, which the ref had noticed after, stopping the count. Kitty breathed a sigh of relief as she had given Matt another chance in the match. AJ was too weak to protest and his arm was throbbing in pain. He knew he had to fight on, for the sake of the match and his credibility. AJ started getting to his feet, Matt still laying face up. AJ grabbed Matt’s arms and started dragging him to the center of the ring, possibly to set up for the HJK. AJ was moving slowly, and pulling Matt around wasn’t helping. AJ stopped when he got to the center, trying to catch his breath, but Matt sprang to life, grabbing Warner’s arm and bringing him down, trying to get him in the cross face again and succeeding. AJ cried out in pain again, being already in this hold and he was shouting. His left arm was in the air, possibly considering tapping out. Matt was pulling back on the face of Warner now, screaming. “Tap you sonofabitch!” AJ had noticed though that they were not in the center of the ring and Matt had actually left him close to the ropes. He was only a few feet away; if he could only pull himself there he’d be solid. AJ reached out, a few inches out of his reach; he tried his bets to pull himself closer and closer. AJ was pulling, but Matt wasn’t making it easy, pulling back on his head, harder and harder, trying to hear a snap. Matt, however, was unable to stop AJ from making it to the ropes. The ref forced the break and Matt rolled back, disappointed. He looked at Kitty and nodded subtly, then focused back on AJ who was still grabbing the ropes, trying to pull himself up. Kitty got on the apron, yelling about something. The referee came over to get her down, but she wouldn’t budge. AJ had his back to Matt, now on his feet, but wobbly. Matt, who was on his feet already, took two quick steps towards AJ and kicked him right between his legs, the crowd “Oooohhhh’ing”. AJ had a look of pure pain on his face, holding his crotch. He slowly turned, Matt was holding up his hands in an “Ace of Spades” taunt before grabbing AJ’s head and driving it to the canvas, with his Ace on the River. Kitty got down for the apron smiling as Matt was turning AJ over and hooking both legs, going for the cover. The ref came over and got down, counting.
One!
Two!
Three!
Motorhead’s ”Ace of Spades” played throughout the arena and Matt rolled out of the ring, holding up his hand, Kitty rushing over to help him as he started to walk back to the locker rooms, AJ laying in the ring, just a light trickle of blood coming from his forehead
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