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The Reward of Honor

Okay guys, lets start this again, this time with my active members. Also, if you read the ending of the main event you know that a replacement will be issued for Sparco. THUS, this is the situation at hand, This is not a story line scheduled opponent. Every single one of you has a chance of getting that placement. No one will know who my opponent is until I post the match, upon completion, that or I call you up on the week of, and get you to help me out. What does it take to get that placement, ACTIVITY, PROMO’s, ACTIVE POSTING/Talking to me on MSN (basically I want to know your around enough.) This will not be judged on experience, time here, or logical placement from booking. If I think you are working hard, getting matches in, on or at least around the due date. You have a very good chance of getting that placement. With that placement, comes a ME push, depending on your card placement. So, heads up guys, even if you have a title already, or a match on our next PPV, you will have a chance.


This is our new world card, enjoy.



(Don't let the activity of your opponent effect your match, remember, Im looking for the right star.)

Seraph VS Nate Hazard.

Garret Woodland was standing in the middle of the ring, waiting a few moments to get everyone’s attention. He then brought the mic up to his lips and began the introductions. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!” He brought the mic down as the opening of Viva la Lucha Libre plays. It goes on for a bit before N8 comes out from the curtains and puts his hands together in prayer fashion.
The crowd cheered on his return while he prayed before walking down to the ring. Garret continued introductions before much else happened. “Introducing first, hailing from San Francisco California. Weighing in at 215 pounds, he is, N8 Hazard!” Hazard hoped up onto the ring apron and showed some athleticism by hopping up over the top rope. He immediately climbs up on the adjacent turn buckle and places his hands together again in prayer. He took this time to take off his shirt and toss over the ropes. He swung his arms in rotations, walking back and forth as the time passed.

A low hollow noise echoes across all the speakers. It steadily rose in volume as white smoke began billowing up from beneath the entrance ramp and the lights turn down. The smoke completely hides the entire entrance as a half-screech booms over through the sound system.

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

An electric guitar starts off its steady tempo as the drums bring in a heavy beat. A couple of spot lights focus their light at the entrance ramp with the anticipation of the wrestler to walk in. Stepping out of the smoke stood Seraph, arms outstretched high with his fore and middle finger extended. He kept his head down and eyes closed as his lips moved in a silent prayer. Seraph suddenly snapped his head back and swung his arms out, now making his way down the ramp.
“Introducing next, hailing from the City of Angels. Weighing in at 236 pounds, he is, Seraph!”
Your Own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares.
Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there.
The light’s in the arena turn back up to their normal intensity as Seraph makes his way down the ramp. He keep’s his arms out stretched to allow the audience to reach over the security barrier and clap or hold onto his open hands. At one point he walks up to an audience member. Seraph gives a bit of a prayer towards that person with arms held up in a sermon gesture. When he finishes he brings his hand back and gives a loud high-five to that fan. With a bit more vigor Seraph turn’s back to the ring and continues his way forward.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone.
Flesh and bone by the telephone.
Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer.
Take second best put me to the test.
Things on your chest that we need to confess.
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!

Seraph walked along the apron to the centre of the south end. A quick little hop onto his knee followed by a twirl brought Seraph up into a crouch with his back to the ropes. He crossed his arms, index and middle fingers extended, in front of his chest. His eyelids closed as he began to breath steady. His breathing slowly increased as he swings his arms out again. Seraph’s eyes flared open as a determined yell escaped his chest. His jacket opened at the bottom to allow his leg to sweep between the top two ropes. The rest of his body followed his leg as he kept a light rotating motion while in the ring.

Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares.
Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there.

The music continues playing as Seraph is in the ring just bouncing for a bit. He then rushes to a corner to jump onto the second turnbuckle. His arm’s stay out behind him as he looks over the whole crowd slowly, taking in all the cheers being thrown at him. He hops back down to the ground and unsnaps the top of his collar. He continues ripping apart his jacket and passes it off to a ringside assistant. Time passes as the music keeps rolling and Seraph stretches out a bit.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone.
Flesh and bone by the telephone.
Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer.
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.
Reach out and touch faith.
Your own personal Jesus.
Reach out and touch faith.

The two wrestlers sized each other up as the walked casually around each other in a circle. The older Seraph changed direction and slowly shuffled his way directly towards Nate. Hazard reacted to this with stopping dead in his tracks and putting his arms up in a guard, stepping inches at a time toward his opponent. Seraph brought his arms up with caution and approached him to start their confrontation. Hazard raised his arms up to be even and ready for Seraph. As the two men were about to lunge forward to meet, Seraph caught Hazard's left arm and dropped down with an arm drag from no where. Both men were back up quick and facing each other, but Seraph had started some momentum and snapped off a hip toss. Hazard smashed his back onto the floor but rolled through with it, bouncing off the ropes to come back running. Seraph tried to catch Hazard on his return, but he leapt in the air with a spin, bringing both men down with a leg lariat. The running momentum easily brought Hazard tumbling back to his feet, while Seraph had to exert some energy to get back up fast. But his time getting gave Hazard the continuing advantage as he cinched on a side headlock on the still bent Seraph. The first reaction of Seraph was to push Hazard off, but the man shook his head and squeezed harder to stay on. With no luck on that escape, Seraph wrapped his arms around his opponent’s waist and lifted him up and back, dropping Hazard on his shoulders with a belly-to-back suplex. This did not whoever make Hazard relinquish his grip, whom was now on a grounded Seraph. But Seraph still held Hazard around the waist as well. With pushing his hips up into the air he slid Hazard onto the canvas, shoulders flat on the ground. The ref saw this and immediately slid down to see that both shoulders were indeed down and commenced with his first slap onto the ground. "1!" With the sound realization of him being pinned against, Hazard kicked his legs out to take his body off the ground and back onto Seraph, now in a better position with his weight deep on the other side. This better positioning also brought Seraph's shoulders to the canvas, bringing the Joe to count once again. "1!" But Seraph knew better, bringing his right shoulder up and hand pushing against the side of Hazard's face. Hazard didn't quite mind as he brought more pressure and torque onto the "legend's" neck. What he didn't know was this brought his own neck closer to the legends leg's, which eagerly wrapped and pulled back to make Hazard let go. Seraph squeezed his legs tight to return the favour of the headlock. Hazard tried to sit up, but the opponent just wouldn't let him, keeping him back down. In this predicament, Hazard twisted his body so he was facing the ground. With both feet back on the canvas, he was able to jump forward onto Seraph's body with a bridge, forcing the man's shoulders back against the ground. Joe dropped down the ground again to see both shoulders down and started count. "1!" As Joe's hand was falling down again, Seraph grabbed on top of both of Hazard's knees. In one show of determination, Seraph let loose of the head-scissors, pulled/pushed down on Hazard's knees, and sat up. This brought Hazard's shoulders squarely between Seraph's legs and on the ground. Joe took a bit to get to the other side and commence the count, all with Seraph holding the pin and Hazard's feet flailing in the air. "1!" One good spasm was able to make Hazard kick out of the pin slowly get to his feet. Seraph made quick work to get back standing, with right away wanting to throw some offense. He leaped up into the air while bringing his knees to his chest, driving his feet out for a standard drop kick. But Hazard had the same thought process, and was in the air at the same time. The two kicked off of each other's feet and flipped around onto their knees. They both shot back up to their feet and looked at each other, now waiting for the other to move. Both stood ready as the crowd cheered loudly for the show of determination and athleticism.

Davis - "Well that just shows you that both men really want to show the boss what they have to give."
Janus - "Really? Seemed to me like they want a quick win."

Seraph began walking slowly in a circle, bending his neck side to side to get the kinks out. Nate Hazard walked in the same circular motion, rolling his shoulders to ease them up a bit. After a few seconds, Hazard planted his front foot into canvas, using it as a starting block as he charged straight at Seraph. The seasoned wrestler let him get close before raising his right foot, a quick and light kick to the gut. But the charge from Hazard made the toes dig further, causing him to stop and curl down. His arms lifted above his head, as Seraph did a quick follow up and chopping down on either side of his opponent’s neck. A cringe of pain that slightly rose both arms up was all that Hazard was allowed to make. Seraph grabbed onto Hazard’s left wrist, twisting it counter-clockwise to his body. He made sure that the elbow joint stayed straight as the rotating motion kept Hazard’s arm in painful position. Nate Hazard had a grimace of pain painted across his face with the torque on his appendage. He couldn’t quite break out of the hold with brute strength, but strength wasn’t always the answer. Hazard rolled forward onto his back, relieving much of the pain of the submission as his arm returned to a more natural position. But he rolled back on his shoulders to kip up back onto his feet. This would bring an even ground back for him, but while kicking his body into the air, Seraph spun his body around to greet Hazard’s landing with the arm wrench still locked in. Shaking his head, Seraph lifted the captured arm higher, forcing Hazard to bend over to cease as much pain as he could. Seraph held it like this, making sure Hazard wasn’t moving out of this. He then brought his right leg over the opponent’s arm, only having it on the ground for a second. Seraph wound back his leg into Hazard’s face and spun his body to land on his back, having an arm wrenched leg lariat take both men to the ground. It was simple enough adjust himself slightly for Seraph to lock in a cross arm breaker. Hazard slapped his free hand in frustration to the ground as his arm was feeling to be pried out of his shoulder.

The referee Joe was right by Hazard’s side, questioning if he wanted to give up. His response was only a growl, teeth barring as he didn’t want to give in like this. His free hand reached over and grabbed his other hand. He pulled hard, trying to get his arm out of Seraph’s grasp. But Seraph wasn’t allowing that. He held onto the arm, still pulling with his might to further injure the arm. For some time it looked like Seraph was going to win, but soon enough Hazard was winning the possession of his arm. With Seraph knowing the hold will soon end, he let go and pushed off with his legs. Seraph rolled onto his stomach, hands staying on either side of his body, as Hazard cradled his arm. With a sudden push up, Seraph nailed a snap dropkick right to Hazard’s left shoulder, forcing the little man to tumble over in pain. The legend was quick to get back to his feet, crouching down low to plan his next attack. As his opponent made steady work getting up with one arm, he moved in to wrap his left arm around the neck. With the headlock placed on well, Seraph pulled Hazard close to the center of the ropes and draped his across the back of his neck. Grabbing into his tights and a hefty pull, Seraph threw his opponent over him with a front suplex right into the middle of the ring. Bringing his knee’s up to his chest after doing the damaging throw, Seraph kipped back up to his feet. He got his balance correct first before running to his right. A little hop to the second rope, and Seraph flipped backwards with rotation, nailing Hazard hard with a Halo jump. The crowd screamed hard with that high risk move as Seraph hooked a leg for a pin count. Joe went straight to sliding onto the ground and slamming his hand down. “1!...2!..” Hazard pulled his unharmed shoulder up off the ground with no threat of a 3 count.

Davis – “What with Seraph hurting Nate Hazard’s shoulder, you just have to how much longer he can avoid getting pinned.”
Janus – “Either Hazard gives up and gets pinned or taps, or he gets his arm ripped off. Seem’s like a win-win situation for us!”

Seraph stayed on his knees as he looked down at the resilient Nate Hazard. He nodded his approval from the fellow high flyer as he pulled his opponent up to get them both on their feet. Hazard took this chance drive his right elbow into Seraph’s stomach. The blow caught Seraph off guard, and keeled him over trying to regain his breath. Hazard delivered another elbow strike, followed by another. The last blow got Seraph to let go and move away a bit away. With some frustration burning in his eye’s Nate delivered several repeated head butts to the side of Seraph’s cranium. The repeated blows made Seraph stagger a bit with the mind boggling damage. Nate Hazard took this chance to swing his right arm up under Seraph with a chop to the chest that made the man lift up to almost a straight up standing position. A short charged allowed Hazard to go under Seraph’s arm with his own out, bringing Seraph straight down with an STO backbreaker. A roar of triumph erupted from Hazard and the crowd as he brought energy out from deep within him. He eyed a cringing Seraph with determination. The warrior marched toward his half-rising opponent huffing, giving a stiff kick to the back. As Seraph seethed out from the blow, another was thrown at his shoulder. Hazard was letting out a barrage of kicks at Seraph, returning the infliction from his shoulder.

Janus – “HA! I ******** knew Nate will finally let out his frustration!”
Davis – “True, Hazard was able to turn the tide and bring him back on top. Hopefully for him his shoulder won’t get in the way of a victory.”

Taking a break from the numerous kicks, Hazard places his boot on Seraph’s left shoulder and grabs onto the forearm of the same side. Nate pushed down hard first to make Seraph almost kiss the ground before wrenching back in an arm bar type move. Seraph barred his teeth as he was fighting through the pain, trying to push himself up with his good arm to have a fighting chance. But Hazard pushed down harder with his foot to keep him down. Seraph tried again to push up, getting some success little by little. This didn’t last to long as Nate mixed it up by letting go and sitting down, driving down on Seraph’s shoulder with a leg drop. Nate had to first untangle his legs from the arm before he rolled Seraph over onto his back and hooked a leg for the pin. Joe was on the ball as he slapped his hand down onto the mat. “1!...2” Part way through the second count Seraph shot his arm up and out of the pin. The quick mind of Hazard however took the chance to grab the outstretched arm and roll Seraph back onto his stomach, arm being place over his thigh. Nate brought his close leg over the arm to trap it, and took the chance to torque on Seraph’s neck with a cravate hold. Seraph frantically grabbed at the intertwined fingers to try and pry it loose. Nate held onto to his grip for as long as he could, but the clawing fingers kept slowly breaking the hold. So in an easy exchange he let go of Seraph’s head and held onto the clawing hand to pull it back into another arm bar. Seraph was nearly on his side and close to being in his own submission. But who better to get out of such deadly moves than the user who finishes matches with them?

The controlling Nate Hazard kept wit this submission set-up, still crouching to trap one arm and pulling back on the other. Although with Seraph’s hand, still being yanked back, was moving around, searching. It was only an annoyance, and when it reached his head Nate didn’t much care he wasn’t scratching, gouging, nor poking. So he stayed content with keeping so. But once Seraph knew where Nate’s head was he shifted his legs to be in front of him and flung a left boot right into Nate’s head. This made him woozy, but not out of it. It was the two other kicks to the face that made him blink into pain and confusion, letting go of Seraph’s arm. Seraph took his chance to roll back past the side of a dazed Nate Hazard, going up to his feet while pulling Hazard to his own feet in an inverted headlock. He swung his close leg up and over Nate, crashing down with thunderous Virtue Drop. The crowd cheered loud as Seraph grabbed an upped leg and have Joe come down to count the pin. “1!....2!...” The crowd kept cheering as Nate Hazard was still able to kick out after his head got pummeled.

Janus – “******** s**t! His head almost got caved in!”

The energized Seraph stands straight up with his arms out, posing he let the cheer’s flow into him. With a stomp t the ground he went to the downed Hazard and dragged by arm and foot near the closest corner. Seraph climbed quickly up to the top rope, looking into the ring at the moving Nate Hazard. The daredevil stood tall with his arm’s out like wing’s before leaping into a shooting star pres- Nate had enough time to know what’s what and rolling away from the corner, leaving open canvas for Seraph. The flying man also had enough time in his back rotation to see Nate move, trigging in his mind that he needed to bring his feet forward to land somewhat gracefully instead of a belly flop. Seraph shakily stood up as Hazard shook out the final cobwebs. With setting up his steady feet, Seraph ran at Nate with clothesline, but Nate ducked under it into body lock. He pulled back hard for a german suplex, but Seraph hooked legs in time before he sailed over. Once both were relaxed down Seraph spun around behind Hazard into a body lock, followed by pushing both towards the ropes. As they collided, Seraph pulled back for a roll up, but Nate was left at the ropes that he hung on to. With no Nate in his arms, Seraph rolled back onto his feet, only to be greeted with a mule kick that sent him doubled over. Hazard took this chance to put Seraph’s chin on his shoulder, getting a three-quarter face lock while slicing a thumb across his throat. The crowd cheered loud as Nate Hazard jumped up into a back flip, landing the BIOHAZAR-NOO! Seraph was able to halt the breaks, swinging his body around to force Nate’s back over one shoulder and dropped down with a cruciform. The audience was now banging their feet on the ground, making an earthquake sound as they didn’t want either wrestler to lose. Seraph stayed crouched, letting Nate’s form just spread out as if crucified. After a moment of breath Seraph turned ninety degrees away from Nate, while grabbing his opponent’s wrists to spin him around. Seraph now stood up with Nate Hazard spread across both shoulders. He made sure he held onto the back of the neck before spinning Hazard around and planting him with a FINAL HEAVEN! Joe was right there on the ground as the lifeless body of Nate Hazard was rolled over onto this back and pinned. “1!...2!......3!!!”

The bell sounded off as the Seraph was claimed the victor. Joe Nite rose up Seraph’s arm as the crowd never ceased to be applauding. Personal Jesus picked over the sound system as Seraph charged up to the top rope, bowing to the crowd. As the man hoped back down to the mat, Seraph walked his way toward the downed Hazard. Nate was just getting back into it, now realizing that he lost the match. He banged down on the mat in frustration, shooting Seraph a furious look. Seraph just stood near him. He gave a bow with hands in prayer, and extended one in offer. Nate didn’t accept the hand, as he stood up. He checked his nose and mouth for any blood, giving glances between Seraph and his hand. He shot his hand straight into Seraph’s for a strong hand shake. Seraph patted the man on the shoulder, “That was a good match. Proud to have had it with you.” The winner shook hands strongly, then lifted Nate’s arm high into the air by the wrist. The crowd loved the appreciation. Nate had his arm up limply, before raising both and giving the triumphant scream. Seraph let him go and gave him applaud as the camera’s fade to commercial.

Cody Bogard VS Ryan Ross


Tear Gutter: “The following grudge match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Everett, Washington…. weighing in at 245 lbs… "Red Hot" Ryan Ross!!!”

Tear Away blares across the PA system as Ryan Ross comes out to a video of his finishing moves the Shi Driver and Taunts. He Looks at the crowd and gives a cocky smirk to everyone in the audience. The fans boo loudly, jeering and shouting obsentaties, But Ryan doesn't give them a second thought he leaves the stage and walks down the eloborate aisle way to the ring the fans on each side get there verbal remarks in and Ryan just smirks and give them the wave of his middle finger.

“There he is folks, the man who screwed Mark Zout out of his Impress the Boss match victory. This match must be Brian Blades way of some hard justice for Ryan Ross.” Ian Davis said as the Hot one walked down the ramp.”

Ryan walks up to the one cheering fan and allows them to take a picture but it was only the man from his promos litumus. Ryan rolled into the ring and goes to the nearest corner and stands on the second rope throwing his arms out to his side the fans jeer and boo as Ryan jumps off and waits for the match to begin.

Tear Gutter: “His opponent, from San Mateo, California…. weighing in at 204 lbs… “The Burning Avenger” Cody Bogard!!!”

Jam Project - GONG

The opening sounds of Jam Project’s GONG is played over the arena’s sound system. All of the sudden, the lights dim as a spotlight focuses on the entrance way…

Mune ni komiageteku atsuku hageshii kono omoi
Bokura wa yuku saigo no basho e
Te wo toriai chikaiatte

Cody makes his way through the curtains, standing at the entranceway to the hail of cheers from the fans in attendance. Cody makes his way to the ring with Sofia.

Asu no yoake mae ni ano sora e to tabidatsu no sa
Bokura ga koko ni ita koto dake dou ka oboete ite hoshii yo

Furimukuna namida wo miseruna
I GET THE POWER OF LOVE
Asu wo torimodosu n da

Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open in a pose.

"GONG narase!!"

Ima koso tachiagare sadame no senshi yo
Inazuma no tsurugi de teki wo kechirase
Yasuragi wo yumemiru hagane no yuusha yo
Mamorubeki mirai to ai wo shinjite
Towa e! Towa e!


Cody jumps from the turnbuckle as he looks at his opponent.


Moshi mo chikara tsukite toushi no yaiba kudakete mo
Bokura wa nidoto modoranai tomo ni ginga no umi ni chirou

Osoreruna hokori wo suteruna
I GET THE POWER OF LOVE......(song fades)

*DING DING DING!!!*

Almost immediately, Ryan runs straight at the more experienced Bogard, but is caught with a tackle counter by Cody. The Burning Avenger starts throwing a barrage of punches at Ross’ face, pounding away as the crowd cheers him on with each connecting punch. After what appears to be a good ten seconds of face pounding, Cody gets off of Ryan’s body and watches him roll away to the ropes, leaving a smirk on Bogard’s face as he stands near the ropes. Upon collecting back his nerves and jawing away at the crowd for the beat down he just took, Ross goes towards the center of the ring with Cody and locks up in a grapple. Ryan uses his height and weight to gain the advantage on the grapple, taking hold of Cody’s arm and applies pressure with an arm wrench. Ryan starts to lift his elbow up to prepare for a strike, but Bogard starts to twist his body and arm out of the arm wrench and turns Ryan’s maneuver into a wristlock behind his back. The sudden counter makes the “Red Hot” one throw a few elbows back at Bogard’s head, then tucking an arm under his neck and throwing him over his body with a snapmare. The Burning Avenger doesn’t stay down on the mat after the snapmare, taking a charge at Ryan, but the Red Hot one leapfrogs over him and waits near the middle of the ring with his arm extended for an armdrag. Just as Ryan does catch Cody’s arm, the King of Hearts continues to turn his body to nearly land on the other side of Ross, taking the arm out of surprise and using an armdrag of his own. Upon throwing him to the other side of the ring, Cody throws a shotei towards Ryan, but his arm collides with a surprise clothesline by the Red Hot one, knocking both men back by the recoil shock.

Both men are shaking their arms in slight pain from the arms colliding with each other, just as Bogard winds up for another swing, Ryan catches him with a rising knee to the midsection. Upon catching him with the knee, Ryan Ross gets his arms around Cody’s body and takes him down with a gutwrench suplex. Once slamming Cody, the Red Hot one keeps him down with a few short punches before stomping all over his body with numerous boot stomps. Ryan takes hold of Cody’s head, pulling him to his feet and scooping off his feet, throwing him down on the mat with a body slam. Quickly rising to his feet, Ross starts to deliver elbow drop after elbow drop to Bogard’s fallen body, looking to inflict as much pain on his body.

“Ryan is one of the most vicious men in the NLS today Janus and he’s proving it now by dropping elbow after elbow on “The Burning Avenger” Cody Bogard.” Ian said stoically proclaiming this as Ryan delivered another stiff elbow. “Really well thank you captain obvious.” Janus replied with a sarcastic slash annoyed voice.”

The Red Hot one pulls Cody up, grabbing at his arm and whipping him into the corner, then driving his body into Cody’s midsection with a shoulder tackle. Ross continues to pin Cody in the corner, this time driving his shoulder with more shoulder tackles to the midsection, before finishing with one big tackle that nearly drives him through the post. Ryan begins to pull his body away from Bogard, leaving him to lay against the corner in pain, only to come straight back and deliver a wicked knife edge chop to the chest. The King of Hearts groans in pain, as the Red Hot one keeps firing more knife edge chops to the chest, then firing a flurry of mini chops. Ryan Ross steps away a little distance to wind up for one big chop, but out of nowhere Cody manages to catch a second wind, taking Ryan by the shoulder and throwing him into the corner instead.

Bogard throws a stinging knife edge chop to the chest of the Red Hot one, making him scream in pain. Ryan tries to cover his chest, but Bogard shoves his arms away and throws another painful slap chop to the chest. The Burning Avenger immediately drives a barrage of small chops to the chest of Ryan Ross, showing him how to really deliever the chops with power. Once finishing chopping away at Ryan’s chest, Cody steps backwards and allows him to stagger out of the corner grabbing at his chest, now red with soreness.

Ryan shook is head as he touched the now open wounds on his chest. The hand printed drained a little blood as the cuts opened up. Ryan looked down and put his hand in the blood on his chest and bringing it to his mouth. He let the blood drop off of his middle finger and into his mouth. His face contorted as he looked at the Billington the Referee for the match in anger but Billington just shrugged nothing that Bogard was doing was illegal. Ryan then looked at Cody with a glimmer in his eye he said, “So this is how you want to play Bogard, you want there to be blood? I’ll gladly oblige.” Ryan’s rage turned into a twisted smile as he started to circle the ring.

Cody didn’t seem very happy but followed suit ready to get this match back under way. Ryan saw Cody across the ring from him and stopped the circling. Ryan moved towards the center of the ring meeting Bogard with a collar and elbow tie up. Ryan showed his power, slowly backing the smaller Bogard into the corner, when Bogard’s back hit buckles Bill jumped in calling for the break. Cody raised his arms in the air allowing Ryan to finish with a clean break but none would be had. Billington crawled between the two men head ducked not able to see the two competitors above as Ryan lifted his hands and punched Cody square in the face. Ryan pulled Billington from between them and pulled Cody out to the center of the ring.

Cody clutched his face in pain feeling that he may have a broken nose. Ryan stopped dead in the center of the ring and reached around Cody’s waist, his right arm holding Cody’s right side, pulling him off his feet into a side walk slam position. Ryan raised his left hand to the crowd giving them a thumbs down as they booed feverishly, only holding his foe by one hand Ryan dropped suddenly “The Burning Avenger” land hard back first onto Ross’s lifted right knee.

Cody fell off of his opponent’s knee and dropped to the mat on his stomach grabbing his back in pain. Ryan took advantage of his down and prone opponent and delivers a stiff stomp to the back of Cody. Bogard yells out in pain as Ryan leaps over him and charges to the ropes, rebounding hard, speeding back towards his downed opponent Ryan leapt into the air and grabbed his knees dropping back first on to Cody’s back with a huge senton. Ryan then rolled over and grabbed both of his foe’s arms in an underhook. Ryan then seated himself on top of Cody’s back and pulled back on the arms of his foe pulling his back to a position it was never made to go.

“What a move it looks like a double underhook with a camel clutch maybe we’ll just call it the Tiger clutch.” Ian said gleefully making up his first move name in his broadcasting career.

Ryan cranked back on Cody who yelled out in pain, Sofia calling for Cody to be strong and stick in there, the fans quickly followed suit and started to clap in support of Cody. Ryan started to get off his butt as Cody started to push himself up off the mat and onto his knees. The fans exploded when he got to his knees but Ryan quickly cut him off to a chorus of boos when he jumped up into the air and landed hard butt first onto Cody’s back. Ryan stomped Cody in the back as he lifted his left leg up and over his downed foe. He looked at the fans and smiled as he took charge to the opposite side of the ring coming back fast and running over Cody’s prone back stepping on it as he went over him. Ross continued his run and hit the ropes a second time coming back swiftly jumping into the air as he reached Cody and thrust his knees together. Ryan plummeted to the ground and landed with both knees on Cody’s back.

“Ryan Ross maybe the most ruthless man in the NLS, if not a close second to Danny’s thugs and Hunter Sullivan, and I’ll be the first to say it kinda turns me on.” Janus said seductively into her head set. “You know I must agree that Ryan is ruthless but kids do watch this show you know Janus you wanna keep it G rated?” Ian asked shyly hoping not to make Janus to angry. “Shove it up your a** Ian I’ll say what I ******** want.” Janus shot back with a sly smirk.

Cody tossed his head back in pain as two hundred and forty five pounds of opponent landed hard on his back. Sofia screamed out, yelling for Cody to get some ground back that was lost during the Ross beat down. The fans started to Cheer and chant, “Lets go Cody,” a roar of clapping before another, “Lets go Cody.” Sofia threw her hands up in the air and slammed them to the mat, causing a chain reaction with the fans, which exploded in clapping. Ryan laughed and gave the crowd two big thumbs down as Cody started to gain his feet he was at both knees when Ryan turned to see his foe getting to his feet. Ryan charged ready to deliver a stiff knee to Cody’s face but he jumped up catching a second wind, and Ryan’s mid section lifting him high into the air and driving him hard into the mat. Ryan’s head smashed against the canvas causing him to momentarily black out as Cody rolled off of him to gain his breath. The fans cheered loudly after the tide turning move but the two men were both done for the count. Billington checked them both, walked between them and thrust one finger in the air. The fans began the count, “ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR”

The fans cheered loudly as Cody was the first to give some motion as he pushed himself up to his butt. Ryan followed suit as he rolled to his stomach and started to push himself up.

“FIVE…SIX…SEVEN” The fans continued to scream as Cody stumbled off the balls of his feet and to a standing position the fans popped with glee as their hero rose from the canvas first, Cody clutched his back waiting for his still downed foe to reach his feet.. Ryan pushed himself off the mat with his arms gaining his feet and finally getting to a standing position. The fans cheered as Cody charged at “The Hot One”, Cody thrust his arm out to his side and delivered an excruciating Lariat. Ryan’s feet left the mat as his body rotated in mid air and crashed hard against the mat.

“SWEET JESUS all mighty what an Excalibur Slash it took Ryan’s head right off Janus.” Ian shouted in glee as Ryan’s body lay limply on the mat.

Cody rolled his foe over and covered him in a lateral press. Billington took to the mat and quickly started his count. “ONE…TWO…THR-“ Ryan’s arm erupted from the canvas as he pushed Cody off of him and kipped up to his feet. The fans screamed in shock as he did so, as he was the only man they’ve seen who has gotten up from such a devastating move. Ryan moved his arm’s out to his sides flexing and yelling like a wild animal. “The Red Hot” warrior then charged the ropes behind him and came running back full steam moving his arm to the outside and drilling Cody in the chest with a closeline from hell. Cody’s feet went high into the air as the top half of his body crumbled to the mat.

“Look how weak little Cody is not only did he just do one of his most powerful moves it didn’t even seem to affect Ryan in the least bit.” Janus proclaimed happily as her favorite to win this match was looking very close to a victory.

Cody lay on the mat for a moment but suddenly started to shake he quickly got to his feet and yelled at Ryan both men took each other’s signature closeline without being harmed at all. Cody came at Ryan with a flurry of forearm shots each hitting there mark causing Ryan to stumble backwards with each hit, Cody spun backwards and hit Ryan square in the jaw with a devastating back fist. Ryan stood woozily as Cody took a step back and lifted his boot towards Ryan’s face, attempting a super kick, but Ryan quickly blocked the super kick throwing Cody’s leg down, he reached back a fist and slammed it into Cody’s face rocking him slightly. Ryan then delivered a stiff kick to Cody’s thigh followed by a stiff kick to the ribs. Cody gasped for air as Ryan stepped back looking to hit Cody with a super kick of his own. Ross lifted his leg and thrust it at Cody who quickly fell backwards avoiding the stiff kick to the face. Ryan stumbled forward as Bogard quickly regained his feet and gained the advantage over Ryan with a waist lock. Ryan reached for the ropes knowing what was yet to come but couldn’t get to them as he felt his feet leave the ground, and his head flipping backwards towards the mat; with a crash Ryan hit the mat and Cody bridge his back. Bill came over and started the pin count,” ONE…TWO…” Ryan rolled his feet over his head causing both of his shoulder’s to leave the mat. Ryan now in a standing position pulled Cody into a sitting position and delivered a low roundhouse kick to his open back making Cody remember the pain he was in. Ryan pulled back another shot and let it go into “The Burning Avenger’s” spine. The fans booed as Ryan gained control of the match again stopping Cody from taking the upper hand. Ryan clutched his neck and head in pain as Cody writhed on the mat holding his back.

“This has been one of the hardest hitting contests I’ve seen in quite awhile Janus.” Ian said shocked at the past moments in the match. “Ian you know I hate agreeing with you but your right Ryan is hitting Cody pretty hard.” She retorted with glee.

Ross waits in the corner, eyeing Cody attempts to rise off the mat and begins to stalk. Cody makes to one knee, while having his hands over his back from the previous attacks, Ryan charges up to Bogard and steps up for That Japane-LEG CATCH!!! Almost immediately, Bogard pulls his leg from under Ross’ and takes him to the ground, using the leg as aid to help stand up and starts to wrench at Ryan’s leg with a spinning toe hold. With each leg step over, Bogard takes the Red Hot one’s ankle and twists it, attempting to inflict as much pain as possible and coming up with a new twist to an old submission move. After about ten spins and ankle twists, the King of Hearts pulls away from Ryan and goes straight into a shoot fight pose, firing a stiff looking kick to Ryan’s chest as he was getting up. Echoes of the kick ring through the arena, Ross gasping for air and clutching at his chest, struggling to get to his feet as Bogard delivers another kick to Ryan. The Red Hot one groans in pain from the second kick, leaving himself open to a pair of slaps to the face by Cody, followed up with a backhand chop and high left kick to the head, stunning Ross. Cocking his arm back and low to the ground, the Burning Avenger swings it forward and reaching up high and nailing a shotei strike to Ryan, but he doesn’t quite go down from the strike. Upon seeing Ross still standing on his feet, Cody gets behind him, taking hold of Ryan’s wrist and pulling them behind him, as Bogard holds onto the arms tight and sends him crashing into the mat with the Rage of the Dragons. Unable to bridge the hold, Cody slides from under Ryan and throws his body over him for a pin cover…

1… 2… THR-Kickout

Cody slams the mat hard in frustration at not being able to get the job done, but does start to slash at his throat, signaling the cheering fans that the end was near. Bogard takes Ryan and pulls him up by the arm, whipping him into the corner, and starts to charge at him, but the Red Hot one takes hold of the ref nearby, using him as a shield. Cody halts his attack before connecting with the ref, taking a moment to make sure that the ref isn’t harmed, turning his attention back to Ryan and sees him shoot out the Devil’s Poison…..only for Cody to duck and the mist hitting the ref’s eyes. Cody makes it past Ryan and to the other side, throwing a spinning heel kick at him, but Ross manages to dodge the kick and nails him below the belt with an illegal kick after spinning. The crowd starts to boo viciously as the Red Hot one looks to take another cheating tactic to win, grasping at Cody with a double underhook, and lifts him up high, dropping him onto Ryan’s knees with the Shoulder Cracker. Ross looks around at the crowd as Cody’s body falls limply to the mat, with a smirk Ryan rolled over Cody’s top half and landed next to his legs Ryan quickly grabbed Bogard’s Left leg and lifts it off the mat he then stepped through with his right foot and fell on top of him holding Cody’s leg between his own in a scissor hold. Ryan then grabbed Cody’s left arm and placed it in to the scissor hold. Cody yelled out in pain as his calf rubbed up against his own thigh. Ryan then reached over and grabbed Cody’s right arm pulling it across his back finishing his submission hold the STF Rings of Saturn. Cody screamed out in pain as Ryan pulled at his now injured shoulders.

“I don’t know if Cody will be able to last very long in this maneuver, after such a devastating Shoulder Cracker Cody must be in a ton of Pain.” Ian said dopily as Ryan drove his elbow into Cody’s ribs. “You know Ian I hope it doesn’t last much longer I have to go and take a piss.” Janus rebutted not really caring about what Ian said at all.

Ryan pulled back hard as Cody Screamed in pain and kicked the mat with his only free limb. Ryan drove his elbow into Bogard’s ribs again causing Sofia to scream and the fans to boo loudly. Cody didn’t want to give in; he just laid his head down and moaned in pain into the mat. Ryan tried hard to get his foe to tap but to no avail, Ryan just let go of the hold and slammed Cody’s head into the mat, Ryan stood up and smiled and begins to laugh sinisterly as he gives the thumbs down toward the crowd, pulling Bogard to a standing head scissors hold, tying up his limbs and drills him with the SHI DRIVER!!! Ross looks over at the referee still down and trying to recover from the mist attack, then looking down at the Burning Avenger and yells out “ONE MORE TIME!!!!” Taking hold of the already beaten down King of Hearts, Ryan Ross places him in the standing head scissors hold again and prepares to tie him up again, but Ryan all of the sudden releases the hold.

Ross suddenly wobbles in a daze as roars of cheers erupt as Sofia came out of nowhere and caught Ryan with an enzugiri as he was going for another Shi Driver. The Sexy Goddess springs up to Ryan and pounds away with numerous forearm shots to further stun him, Sofia racing over to the ropes and knocking him down with a running hip smash. Ryan rolls on the mat, covering his face while resting on his knee, feeling embarrassed and angered that such an attack took him down. The moment he moves his hands from his face, he catches a boot to the side of the head, as Sofia comes flying like a mad man and nails the Glowing Valkyrie on the Red Hot one. Sofia turns her head to see the referee starting to get up in the corner with aid of the turnbuckles, which forces her to slide to the outside and begin pounding on the mat, the Burning Avenger taking longer than usual to get to his feet after taking so much pain in the match. Cody staggers over to Ross, taking hold of his neck and pulling him to his feet, slapping him twice in the face to make sure he was still conscious. Bogard takes Ryan’s arms and pulls him to a front facelock while crossing the arms in a straightjacket hold, using the remaining strength he has left to lift Ryan, spinning in a half circle and drilling him with the TWILIGHT EXECUTION BC XII!!!

Bogard makes an attempt to try getting up, but is unable to make any moves and is left lying on the mat unable to cover Ryan. The referee makes over to the middle of the ring, starting to regain his vision, seeing both men down and starts the count…

“One… two…. three…”

Both men don’t show signs of movement

“Four… five… six…”

The crowd yelling louder and louder for Cody to get up from the mat

“Seven… eight… nine…”

Both men start to pick up their heads and appear to make a last effort……..but their heads fall back down to the mat

“…TEN!!!”

*DING! DING!! DING!!!*

Tear Gutter: “Ladies and gentleman, this match as been declared a DRAW”

"A draw Janus how very anticlimactic, oh and listen to the fans Sweet Jesus there are un pleased with the finish of that match.” Ian said as a torrent of boos and a chant of one more time starts to erupt. Both men slowly get to there feet and look at each other Bill Billington looks at Cody and asks “do you want to continue?” Bogard looks shocked and then shifts his attention to the worried Sofia who gives him the nod and relieves him of any doubt. Cody turned back toward Bill and gave him the thumbs up willing and ready to continue the fight. The fans exploded with cheers as the verdict for Cody was decided. Bill turned his attention to Ryan who just looked at the fans in disgust Bill asked the same question to Ryan as he did to Cody. “Do you want to continue the fight?” Bill reiterated to Ryan he looked to the fans who cheered loudly, and then he looked towards the ready Cody. Ryan shook his head to a chorus of boos as he quickly went to the side of the ring and rolled under the bottom rope with a giant smirk on his face, he left the angered Bogard in the ring as the screen fades to black

McLeod grinned as he rolled back into the ring to break the ten count as The Viper struggled to regain his bearings. Who was this washed up CTC star to come in and make a fool out of him. If anyone knew any better, they'd know McLeod was fired from CTC for constantly interfering with the plans of Stephen Maverick, former Head of the Board of Directors of the now defunct Coast to Coast wrestling. McLeod however is on the ropes, laying back and waiting for Sullivan to get back into the ring, even going as far as to call for Sullivan to get back into the ring. Eventually, The Viper finds his way back into the ring. McLeod wastes no time and charges right at Sullivan! McLeod unloads his anger by running at Sullivan, forcing him into a corner, giving him no room to even fight back. The Celtic Phoenix unleashes a fury of hard chops to the chest of Sullivan, aiming towards the name “McLeod” on Hunter’s chest, using it at a target. Sullivan lunges his hand at McLeod throat and starts to choke him. The referee steps in and grabs the arm Sullivan is choking McLeod with, Sullivan shoves fox off with his free hand. Fox starts the 5 count. “1,2,3,4” Sullivan lets go of The Celtic Phoenix, McLeod gasps for air and stands in the middle of the ring, his back towards Sullivan. The referee start to yell at Sullivan for disobeying him, Sullivan shoves him out of the way as he walks to McLeod who is still catching is breath. Sullivan grabs McLeod by the hair and pulls him up. Sullivan slaps McLeod right across the face and throws him face first into the mat. Sullivan puts his back to McLeod. Sullivan taunts the crowd and smirks. McLeod gets to his knees and sees Sullivan being cocky, McLeod smirks, seemingly planning his next move. McLeod gets to his feet and drop kicks Sullivan right into the back, Sullivan stumbles into the ropes he was facing. Sullivan turns around to see what hit him, he is a tad shocked to see McLeod up, McLeod then runs up to Sullivan and hit’s a spinning heel kick, sending Sullivan outside of the ring! Sullivan lands hard chest first on the padding, McLeod's leg is hanging from the rope. McLeod smirks and removes his leg from the rope, Sullivan gets to his knees and McLeod runs to the ropes and bounces off the ropes and runs towards Sullivan. Sullivan panics and DIVES out of the way, avoiding what he thinks Is a suicide dive. The fans laugh as Sullivan looks up to see McLeod standing on the second rope, smirking. He points at Sullivan saying “I got you”, Sullivan explodes with rage and kicks the nearest set of Steel steps, sending a loud *BANG* Noise threw out the arena. Sullivan tries to keep his temper and takes a deep breath. The Celtic Phoenix is in hysterics laughing at Sullivan, the ref slowly starts to get to the 10 count “1,2,3,4,5” Sullivan slowly enters the ring by sliding in, McLeod jumps off the second rope, McLeod lands on his feet and faces Sullivan. Both men exchange words before hooking up. Both men seem equally matched at this point, McLeod gets the advantage and sends Sullivan to a nearby corner, but Sullivan has a sudden out burst of energy and sends McLeod into another corner!

McLeod stumbles out from the turnbuckle, walking into a closed fist, Hunter quickly backs off and stands in the middle of the ring, the ref warns Sullivan about the closed hand shots. Sullivan ignores it and charges at McLeod with a splash, connecting, quickly following up. He quickly turns his back on McLeod and gets him set up for a Bulldog…IT CONNECTS! Sullivan turns McLeod over to his back and goes for the pin off the combo.* “1,2”. McLeod kicks out at 2! Sullivan gets up and look a tad pissed, the match has gone on such a long time at this point, and he seems no closer to putting him away. The Viper grabs McLeod by the hair and lift’s him to his feet, soon after kicking McLeod in the gut. Hunter Hooks McLeod into a front chancery and smirks before dropping back in a SICK DDT! Hunter moves for the second cover. “1,2” McLeod kicks out again! Sullivan looks stressed, he picks McLeod up again, this time McLeod launches a couple of blows to the stomach of Sullivan, The Viper reacts and rams his knee into the gut of McLeod. The retaliation was ceased as Hunter looked to take the advantage at this point, victory needed to be reached and pressed into his grasp. Sullivan pulls Antaine along to the ropes, turning them both as Hunter started to ascend the turnbuckle backwards. Sullivan launched off and attempted a lucha DDT! McLeod counters tossing Hunter off on the 180 degree turn. Hunter lands on his feet and staggers, Antaine follows up grabbing Sullivan and whipping him to the ropes. The Viper catches himself, hooking the ropes. The Irish star charges and attempts a clothesline but Hunter ducks and launches McLeod over to the apron. Sullivan turns around and makes a few shot attempts but each one is countered. McLeod smiles as he dodges, ducks and blocks each punch attempt from Hunter, bringing frustration to the Viper. However, Sullivan changes his tune as he makes a quick spurt to the ropes and launches off, SPRINGBOARD SHINKICK! McLeod doesn’t know what hit him before he is dropping down on the apron. Hunter quickly follows up running the ropes and returning , flipping over the top rope and landing down on McLoed with a LEG DROP.

Both men fell to the matting on the outside, but didn’t stay to long as Hunter pulled Antaine to his feet. Rolling the new NLS wrestler into the ring The Viper follows up and attempts another cover attempt, One, two, Kick out! Mcleod managed to push out of yet another cover to the irritation of Sullivan. Scoffing at this event Hunter had a change of action, moving to his feet he starts laying in a few stomps on the previously attacked knee. The pained knee starts to flare up as it begins to be assaulted again, finding it’s self hit but stomps. McLeod hold his knee and starts to move to a vertical with a daze. Things don’t work out that was as Sullivan grabs the leg and jerks it towards himself, stretching it out slightly. Sullivan steps over the leg and hooks the leg under his arm and leans back for a single legged boston crab, using both arms to add punishment. Sullivan walked away from the ropes preventing a rope break before switching up the submission. Hunter took the leg in hand and hooked the ankle behind his own knee. The viper smirks before falling back harshly with an Indian death lock. McLeod cringes slightly with the snap back. Hunter moves back to his feet and snaps back again adding to the sharp pain. The Viper moves up into a bridge this time to apply a constant feel of submission, hoping to tare the knee asunder. Hunter soon lets out of the submission moving to his feet and taking grip of the leg once again, pulling it up and down with a knee smash. Antaine tries his best as he moves himself to a vertical limping off the leg and backing into the corner, where he could at least find some way of defense. Hunter stalks the larger man and moves in on the leg once again, taking grasp of it attempting to pull the Irish man out of the corner. McLeod manages to land a few elbows into the upper back of his opponent, Sullivan staggers back letting go of the leg.

Antaine follows him up with a limp in his back leg, nailing a follow up clubbing back shot. Sullivan nearly falls off his feet but wanders to the ropes using them for aid. When Antaine moves in to further his attempted come back Hunter hits a well aimed kick to the knee. The big man was momentarily stunned before returning to his attack sending a rough back elbow to his opponent, repeating twice. Sullivan seems like he is hanging off the ropes but still is irish whipped across the ring. The Viper faces a big boot on his return! Caught! Hunter stops and grabs the rising boot, quickly responding and hitting a dragon screw!! The fans boo the man in the driver seat, vicariously they try and hype up the fallen man with chant. “Mic-lowyd, Mic-Lowyd.” But it seems a useless effort as Hunter mocks the chant, doing it along with the fans, clapping and stopping. The insulting gesture brings the fans to a close, allowing the match to continue with a series of jeers. Hunter waits no longer and moves in on his prey, grabbing the injured knee and jerks it slightly. The Viper then continues, grabbing to spare leg and placing it behind the knee.
Lifting the body up slightly and locking his hands in the gap made in the leg Hunter fights to turn. Mcleod doesn’t make it easy fighting back against the clover attempt. Everytime a turn attempt is made, Antaine twists the other way, Hunter fights with his opponent before finally getting the turn. Sullivan stands elevated! The spine contorted as well as pain on the knee. This elevated Texas Clover Leaf applies extra pressure on the back each time the man leans back. Contorting, bending, ripping, perhaps breaking as the submission is locked in, and in hard. McLeod fights it, refusing to tap as his back starts to twist in impossible angles , the arm rises up, and twitches downward, but never hitting the matting. Antaine starts to crawl desperately willing the ropes closer as he drags himself inch by inch. Sullivan tries to fight back arching the submission more and more but the bottom rope is reached, the ref calls Hunter off the submission. One, Two, Three, Four, FI- Sullivan lets out not letting his rage get the better of him.

Antaine holds his back as he tries to grab the ropes and bring himself to his feet. The Viper still very angry grabs his opponent and drags him away from the ropes shoving him to the matting center ring. Hunter limps to the corner watching and shifting around, walking around, moving around opponent in a circle at fair distance. The fans can feel the next move writhe through them, anguishing as McLeod starts to rise to his feet. The boot starts rubbing the canvas, waiting for the right elevation, glareing, targeting. Antaine makes it to his knees, then slowly to his feet, HUNTER CHARGES! VIPPEEEERRR SNAAA- CHOKE SLAM!!! McLeod catches the Viper last moment around the neck looking him deep in the eyes before lifting and slamming to the mat! Antaine drops and hooks the leg for the cover! ONE TWO THRE- KICK OUT! Sullivan is dazed as his eyes looked glazed over and his mind seems somewhere else. McLeod is surprised the match isn’t over yet. Antaine shows a look of disappointment and anger as he send in some anger relieving stomps. Sullivan cradles himself trying to shift to the ropes, still very much hurt. The former CTC champion is a little disappointed in his lack of victory from that move, and he intends on fixing that. Sullivan is pulled roughly to his feet as he starts getting pummeled with knees. Hunter falls to his knees holding his stomach before being pulled back up and into the turnbuckle where his arms are tossed over the top ropes letting free shots be nailed in. Side body shots start to litter Hunters rib cage as he takes a brutal beating. McLeod quickly moves away from the ropes a fair distance giving him enough running distance to hit a nice running European uppercut. Hunter starts to slump and fall to the mat, The Celtic Phoenix is grinning knowing he has the match in the bag here. Pulling the Viper back to a vertical against the turnbuckle Antaine starts to send in chops and knees. The ref finally gives in and tells the larger man to move away from the turnbuckle and give Hunter a chance. Antaine nods and backing up slightly. The ref lets out empty warnings of the closed fist DQ. Hunter tries to gain himself back moving out and throwing a blind right hand. The Irish man grabs Hunters arm and sends him in a hard Irish whip to the parallel turnbuckle. Sullivan hits back first and drops to his rear not have much strength to stand. McLeod taunts to the fans getting a pop from the eager supporters. Following up soon after Antaine speeds forward, meeting Hunter in the corner with a strong knee to the face. Hunter looks out of it down in the corner as his lip is a deepened red showing there was a cut lip or tongue. Mcleod doesn’t go for any cover as his anger and disappointment fades. Now Antaine is enjoying a good time beating the s**t out of this man who floats around NLS with his ego, something a lot of people would love to do. Antaine pulls Hunter back to his feet and launch’s him to back to the original turnbuckle quickly following him. With the force of rebounding off the ropes McLeod goes to nail Sullivan in the face with a boot, but The Viper rolls out of the corner and makes McLeod miss and stick his leg right through the bottom and second ropes.

With a speed that usually is only seen by light heavyweights in the ring Sullivan springs back up to his feet and charges at McLeod who is trying to get his right leg back into the ring before nailing McLeod in the left knee with a running dropkick that makes McLeod fall off his feet with his foot still not in the ring. Now The Viper sees his golden opportunity as he gets back to his feet and goes over to McLeod who is struggling down on his knees. The first thing Sullivan does upon getting to McLeod is taking McLeod's head and smashing the returning wrestler's face into the middle turnbuckle which, even with the padding on, hurts. The Viper does this once more before he starts to lift McLeod up and surprisingly seems to be trying to get McLeod up onto the ropes in the corner. As Sullivan brings McLeod back up to his feet he finds getting McLeod up may be a problem and after trying to lift McLeod a couple times Sullivan yells at McLeod to just climb up the damn ropes as he nails McLeod in the back with several forearms. McLeod doesn't go up the ropes though and instead lashes back at Sullivan with a kick from his right leg that nails Sullivan in the gut and makes him fall down. After doing this, McLeod looks back at Sullivan and thinks he may have a way to regain the advantage and possibly take this match right now so he starts to climb up the ropes as The Viper wishes he would have done before. Once McLeod gets to the top he goes to turn around, but ends up being stopped by Sullivan who has followed McLeod up the ropes and hits McLeod with a kick to the back of the left leg as he stands up onto the top rope with McLeod before hooking McLeod's arms behind his back, possibly looking for a TOP ROPE TIGER SUPLEX! McLeod isn't going to let this happen and starts to try and struggle free from Sullivan's grip, but Sullivan has a different idea than letting McLeod go and suddenly falls to his bottom on the ropes while hooking his legs and sharply leaning backwards to make McLeod flip off the ropes and land face first on the ground. Not only does McLeod cringe at the pain this inflicts, but the fans do as well as Sullivan keeps the move held and begins to wrench on McLeod, the ref starts to count because it is illegal. 1...2...3...4...5, Sullivan refuses to let go and he thinks about disqualifying him, but stops knowing the importance of this match and just gets The Viper to break the hold instead.

After Sullivan gets off a hold like that, McLeod is left on the mat trying to get the feeling back in his arms. Sullivan walks around McLeod trying to figure out what to do next, but as he does this an idea sparks in his head and The Viper goes after the arms of McLeod this time again. With McLeod face down on the mat he grabs his right arm and lays down on his back, placing his legs on the back of McLeod and holding his arm between his legs with the grapevine locked in as he twists the arm of McLeod, trying to screw it out of its socket. But with McLeod being so close to the ropes he once again grabs hold of them forcing Sullivan to release the hold after the ref counts almost four. Sullivan wants McLeod to have no chances of getting back up, so to keep him grounded he drops his elbow down on McLeod's right arm, hooking his arm around it and standing over McLeod and twisting his arm some more. McLeod tries to use his free arm to knock Sullivan off of him, but Sullivan thinks fast as he hooks McLeod's other arm and digs his knee into his spine, falling down and lying on his back, holding McLeod up on his knees. Sullivan pulls back on McLeod's arms harder and harder with each second which doesn't help McLeod because this makes it hard for him to break out of it. There seems to be no hope for McLeod as Sullivan has no plans of letting go, but McLeod begins to rock back and forth which causes problems for Sullivan who seems to be losing his grip. McLeod finally rocks back hard enough to roll off of Sullivan's knees and is now vertical to his body. McLeod gets to his feet and drops a well deserved knee to the face of Sullivan which makes him roll over, holding his face in pain. McLeod doesn't even wait for Sullivan to get up as he is very pissed that Sullivan has applied so many submissions on him already. McLeod sends a shot to the ribs of Sullivan and quickly grabs a fist full of his hair, picking him up so that he is now standing in front of him. Sullivan knocks McLeod's arm away and takes a full swing at The Celtic Phoenix, but McLeod pushes his arm past him and gets behind Sullivan, putting him in a waistlock and slamming Sullivan on his back with a powerful German that almost throws Sullivan out of the ring. McLeod jumps on Sullivan as he mounts the wrestler and punches away at his face, but Sullivan rolls out of the way and out of the ring again. The ref starts to count, 1......2.....3.....4.....5, Sullivan hops on the apron, but McLeod grabs him by the hair again when Sullivan thinks fast and grabs McLeod's right arm that he worked on a bit earlier and drops it down on the rope causing McLeod to stumble back some.

Sullivan slides back in the ring with a smile on his face showing that he let McLeod have his moment, but in a blink of an eye, he took it back. Sullivan moves in on McLeod who swings at him, but Sullivan takes advantage of this by grabbing his arm and twisting it, moving his body under it as he does this and then yanking it down. Sullivan thinks he's got McLeod caught, but McLeod uses the other arm to clothesline Sullivan's head off, luckily The Viper. ducks under it, kicking McLeod in his left leg to take him down to one knee. Sullivan grabs hold of McLeod's left arm now, repeating what he did to the other one now, but stabbing the top of McLeod's arm with his elbow and yanking on the arm again. Sullivan now throws McLeod to the ropes, but McLeod takes control and comes back off of them at Sullivan with the attempt of a clothesline, but Sullivan rolls out the way again and tries to hit McLeod with a clothesline of his own, but McLeod puts Sullivan up on his shoulders and falls back for a Samoan Drop that gets a pop from the crowd. With Sullivan down, McLeod stands back up and picks The Viper up and sends a hard chop to his chest before throwing him to the corner. McLeod charges at him with the intentions of crushing him, but Sullivan jumps up in the corner and wraps his legs around McLeod's neck. The Viper. chokes the life out of McLeod but not for long as McLeod lifts Sullivan off the top turnbuckle and keeping him on his shoulders to powerbomb him back down to the ring! McLeod lifts him up again, but Sullivan rolls off of McLeod's shoulders, rolling The Celtic Phoenix up in a Victory Roll for a pin. 1......2.....McLeod pushes his body on top of Sullivan, giving him the cover. 1......2....Sullivan kicks out, surprised that McLeod was able to get off a pin that quickly on him. Both men get to their feet and lock eyes with each other, both nodding that this match is pretty even so far. "You're not doing too bad, McLeod. Nice comeback so far, but I can't let you beat me, so just lay down for me and save me the time of kicking your a**." Sullivan says with a smirk. McLeod would normally laugh at something like this, but he is way too serious now. "Bro, the only man that's winning this this match is me and that's after I bring you with me to the top o' tha mountain and throw yo a** back down it!." McLeod replies in an angry tone. McLeod catches Sullivan offguard with a right hook directed towards his chin which takes Sullivan back a little and keeps McLeod coming with the pain as he hurls Sullivan to the ropes, waiting for him to come back. Sullivan sees this and slides through his legs, tackling his knee with his shoulder and taking McLeod down again.

McLeod rolls onto his back, somehow finding the strength to kip up, and just duck an angry shoulder tackle attempt by Sullivan, McLeod's duck gives him enough time to wrench his arm to take away some of the pain, but Sullivan isn't done yet, charging The Celtic Phoenix again, but McLeod charges back, ducking under Sullivan's fist, only to spin on heel and knock The Viper to the mat with a ferocious HEAVEN'S KNUCKLE!!! The crowd erupts with a roaring cheer as McLeod's fist connects with Sullivan's jaw. McLeod smirks, dropping to the mat and covering the Viper. 1... 2... 2.8—KICK OUT!!! “WHAT!” Mcleod looks to the ref with a questioning look as he was merely shown the hand with the two fingers stuck up to him “Two count.” Antaine was done with this match now, he was definitely going to take Sullivan out now, he had to do something. Limping to his feet, all aspects of his body in ache, arm, knee, neck, back, nothing left him alone. Hunter was being dragged up with him, he was going to finish this here and now. Taking grip of Hunters skull, McLeod pulls him into a standing headsissiors, looking out to the fans slightly with a nod. They responded back with a cheer as Hunter was brought up to the shoulders, and slightly further. Holding the position of the cross Antaine is ready to drop, Sullivan with the CRUSAFIX POWER BO- HUNTER SLIDES OFF THE BACK! McLeod staggers forward and turns around, SMALL PACKAGE ROLL UP!! ONE TWO THRE- McLeod rolls through bringing Hunters Shoulders to the matting! ONE TWO THREE!!

The fans explode out of their seats cheering the debuting star! Hunter spurts to his feet in angered confusion, this can’t be true, he had him! No! McLeods hand is raised high in the air, the announcement soon echoing over the PA system, bringing the paining realization of what happened to dawn on everyone. “Here is your winner, ANTIANE MCLEOD!!!” Sullivan enraged kicks the bottom ropes and pulls at his hair walking around the ring. Antaine holds himself a giant toothy grin, realizing he just took out top dog, placing him VERY high on the food chain. The Ref lets go of McLeod’s arm and lets him celebrate on his own in the ring. Hunter and McLeod lock eyes and both men grow a look of seriousness; McLeod extends his hand to the tough opponent. Hunter looks at the hand and without a seconds thought turns around rejecting it and leaving the ring! The fans roar loudly at the slap in the face gesture, Hunter not seeming to give a s**t, disgusted in his loss as he walks up the ramp to the back. Antaine scoffs at the man walking up the ramp, but doesn’t let it dampen his mood, HE WON. Letting out a belly laugh Antaine smirks and nods to his music now playing throughout the arena.

Alex Lords vs. Matt Stone

Tear: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the National Championship!


The lights in the arena are dimmed down and two white spotlights are twirling around the arena, eventually stopping at the entrance ramp. Kitty comes out with a microphone in her hand, looking at the crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman, it is my honor to introduce to you, like, the greatest thing to come out of Canada, he’s my friend and yours, Matt Stone!”

“Ace of Spades” plays and Matt Stone comes out, looking around chewing gum. Matt points to the ring and Kitty starts heading down to the ring, followed by Matt who has his hands behind his head as he walks, deliberately avoiding anyone that has their hands out, the spotlight following him.

When Matt makes it to the ring, the lights resume their standard brightness and the white spotlights are turned off. Kitty walks up the steps, followed by Matt. Kitty sits on the middle rope and Matt gets in and walks to the center of the ring, holding his arms in the air, Kitty coming over and running her hands down his chest and leg, Matt looking down at her with a smirk. “Ace of Spades” dies out slowly as Kitty vacates the ring under the middle rope. He stares anxiously at the entranceway, awaiting his opponent.

"“HERE WE GO”"

A loud , raspy yell explodes throughout the arena , signalizing the arrival of Alex Lords as the furious drumming for “Nakayubi” starts up. White strobe lights comb the crowd giving brief glances at faces, anxious to see the young champion in action. The crowd on either side of the entrance ramp grows anxious with the stalling of "Supernova” as the strobe light continues to pulsate along with the beat of the song.

“ ******** up! Go ******** yourself!
Lift up your middle fingers
Say "******** you" or "******** off"


Lords’ silhouette can be seen from behind the curtain as the lights cut out completely and the smoke begins to rise. Without warning, Alex explodes from behind the curtain with that cocky strut. Alex stops and drops his head in a slight prayer, The national championship wrapped diagonally around his slender frame. With his head up and eyes focused on the ring, he begins his descent. Fans beat on the guardrails to the beat and with outstretched hands, try to touch him as he passes down the aisle. He brushes them off and continues walking , they aren’t worth his time.


”Get it up! Get it up!
Stick it up now!

I HATE YOU SO ******** IT

I HATE YOU SO ******** IT

I HATE YOU SO ******** IT

Here too, there too, it’s overflowing “


Alex gets a running start and hops onto the apron before taking his jacket off and tossing it to the timekeeper. Alex faces the inside of the ring and mouths something to himself before slipping between the ropes. He stops at his designated corner, Gets some last minute stretching in , glancing at Stone every now and then.



Alex folds his belt, almost tenderly before passing it to Claudia Getner as Matt merely glanced at his opponent. Getner handed the belt between the ropes to Tear and motioned for the bell to be wrung.

*Ding*

The bell rings and neither man moves from their designated area, Lords merely holds up his hand and ushers his opponent forward in an almost mocking manner. As both men get closer to the center of the ring, they crouch down and begin extending their hands in an attempt to get a hold of their opponent. As soon as their hands interlace both men push forward in a test of strength. Neither man moves as their chests smash against each other’s with no visible results. Stone begins to gain the upper hand as the smaller Lords begins to buckle under the pressure of his opponent. Alex is pushed back into the ropes by Stone and Getner calls for the break. The crowd holds their breath as the wait to see if Matt will actually follow the rules. Matt wraps Lords’ arm over the ropes and feints a chop but thinks better of it and takes a couple steps back before giving Lords some roo– SLAP TO THE FACE!

The audience’s collective groan was a sure fire sign that the idea of hitting the champ with a cheap shot was a terrible idea. Alex bursts out laughing , confusing the whole crowd. Stone would not stand around and be mocked; he takes the initiative and grinds Lords’ face into the rope with Getner following closely behind administering the DQ count. Matt backs off as after he deposits Alex in the corner , slumped over. Boos reign down and he relishes in them but enjoys them too much as Alex is given the chance to recover and seize him from behind in a reverse waist lock. The crowd wasn’t sure who to root for but for the moment but they rally behind their champ in his attempt to dump the challenger on his head with extreme prejudice. The only person against this plan it seemed was Matt Stone, who widened his base as if his life depended on it.

Alex grows weary of the fighting for the suplex and forces Matt chest first into the ropes before pulling him back into a pin. Stone at the last second clutches the ropes and Lords goes nowhere. The champ gives one more tug before realizing he is in the same situation he was in a moment ago. He switches up his plan in a big way as he snaps off a kick to the back of Stone’ calf forcing him to stumble a moment. Matt turns around to defend himself but manages only to make himself more of a target as trio of stinging kicks find their mark on his chest and waist. “The Ace of Spades” retreats to the nearby corner as Lords comes rushing in for another attack only to meet a back elbow , courtesy of his opponent. Stone stalks Lords as he regains his wits and takes careful aim before blasting “The Supernova” with a hard backhand chop. The crowd cringes but Alex shakes off the pain and beats his chest.

“Come on you bit-“ , is all Lords can get out before another backhand chop sends him stumbling back once more. Matt winds up for another chop but ends up taking another kick to his chest. Alex follows up the kick to the chest with one to the arm before slapping on a tight side headlock. Stone remains calm as he pushes Lords to the ropes and whips him across the ring. He doesn’t have enough time to set up any real offense so he sticks out his bulky shoulder and lets Lords run into it with his. “I don’t think so b***h” , explodes from Stone’ mouth as a kick from Alex explodes on his increasingly red chest. As Matt nurses his wounds, Lords runs to the ropes behind him only to catch the crafty Stone as he attempts to jump over him by taking his leg, sending him face first into the mat.

Matt’s face connected with the mat and crowd gave a pop, just seeing some definite offence come out of their champion, whether they really liked him or not. Lords grabbed Matt’s leg and attempted to get him in a single leg crab, expertly applying pressure to Matt’s lower back. Lords pulled back, demanding that Matt tap out, but Stone had other plans. Matt’s quick look around showed him that there were no ropes around him, so he had to do something a little more technical. Stone reached back at Lords leg and tried to pull as hard as he could, just hoping to catch Lords off guard and take him off his balance and to his delight it had appeared to work. At least he thought it had, but Lords was merely changing positions and came down to Stone’s face with Matt’s right leg trapped, Lords was looking to lock in an STF. Matt tried to fight him off with sharp short elbows to the face, and they were effective enough for Alex to back off. Matt started getting to his feet.

Alex was already up by the time Matt had gotten to one knee. Stone looked up and saw that Alex was already going on the offence, Matt had just enough to duck the possible match ending roundhouse kick that was sent to his head. Matt sprung up to his feet while Alex was flatfooted and grabbed around his waist, trying to go for a German suplex. Alex hooked his leg around Matt’s blocking the suplex, then Alex did a standing switch, getting behind Stone. Matt reacted quickly, hooking his legs around Alex’s right and bringing him down with a drop toe hold. Matt then quickly floated over and locked in a side headlock to Alex, but Lords had this scouted and rolled on his back, bringing Matt with him into a pinning opportunity. Getner got down on the mat, but only got a one count as Matt released the hold and both men got to their feet, Alex and Matt locking eyes for a second before Matt ran into him going for a quick clothesline, but Alex was the quicker on this exchange and grabbed around Matt’s head quickly, bringing him down to the mat with a side headlock takedown.

Now it was Matt in the side headlock, he hit the mat out of frustration rather than submission. Lords grinded his forearm across Matt’s head, more taunting Matt than causing him pain. Matt tried to reach up in Lord’s face, trying to rake his eyes but Getner batted his hand away. Matt, now mad as well as frustrated thought of another way out of the headlock. He popped his hips and brought both his legs up around the head of Alex, getting him in a head scissors and fortunately Alex released the side headlock. Lords was brought down in the head scissors and now it was Matt’s turn to gloat. He brought his legs back, forcing his calf against Alex’ throat, calling out “It’s over Alex, tap!” Lords had a much better idea than tapping out. Alex kipped up out of the head scissors and Matt quickly got to his feet. Alex ran at Matt for a quick clothesline, but Stone moved around and caught Lords in an arm drag. They got to their feet, this time Matt running at Alex to show him how it was done, but Lords saw him coming from a mile away and sidestepped his clothesline, bringing his right arm across the back of Matt’s legs causing him to fall to the mat. Alex went for a quick elbow drop but Matt got out of the way, Alex hitting the mat. Matt then, once he was on his feet, went for a snap leg drop, but Alex too moved out of the way. Now both men were standing after Matt got up, looking at each other prepared for the next move. The crowd started cheering for the chain of counters and re-counters they had just witnessed. Both men relaxed a bit and looked at each other, then out at the crowd.

Alex shakes out his wrists and neck before stepping lightly to the center of the ring , meaning to engage Stone on the mat. Not one to keep his opponent waiting, Matt meets Lords at the center of the ring and instantly grabs a hold of his wrist. The arm wrench is in deep as Lords circles his stationary opponent before rolling forward to untwist his arm and rolling back to force his opponent’s arm into the same predicament. Matt walks around as much as his captured arm would permit before walking over to the ropes and grabbing them , not for the rope break as many suspect but to use them to help fuel his escape. Stone grabs the rope and calls off Getner’s attempt to get Lords to break the hold , instead he uses it to flip backwards before breaking the grip Alex has on his wrist and pushing him away. Even Lords is a little impressed with this escape, approving with a mock clap amongst the real ones from the audience.

Stone motions for Lords to try him on the mat again, knowing the champion’s pride was his Achilles heel. Never one to disappoint , Alex meets Matt at the center of the ring with hands reaching out for the advantage. Just before Stone gets a hold of his wrist , Lords shoots in for a double leg tackle. Instinctively, Matt throws his legs backwards in a sprawl to keep from getting taken down. Alex is left groping at air as Matt swings around him with a reverse waist lock. Without a wasted motion, Lords sits down before breaking the hold and performing a switch of his own. Stone lays his hand on Lords’ grips before attempting to escape once more , only for Alex to roll onto his back and prop both himself and Matt up in a bridge. Claudia gets to her knees, checking the shoulders before making the count. One….Two , Stone rolls backwards onto his knees in time to see Lords kip up and take aim for his chest. Without enough time to move, Stone breathes deeply and takes the kick square to the chest.

Alex chuckles at Matt’s attempt to take his kicks without hesitation. He crouches down to his one knee and waves his finger mockingly at his opponent before standing erect once more and punishing the young man with another kick to the chest. Stone barely flinches in pain, making Alex ramp up the intensity of his kicks. He answers Matt’s resolve with another kick , and another , and another until his chest began to turn a shade of crimson , he backs up and lays in one last kick to the arm that sends Matt face first to the canvas in pain. Claudia kneels down to check on him but he waves her off, “It’s just my elbow”. The crowd is fully behind Alex as he picks his opponent off the canvas and whips him to the turnbuckle, only for him to reverse and send Lords into it instead. Alex is about to move from the turnbuckle when Stone comes rushing in with a elbow to the side of his face.

Matt whips Alex into the ropes before getting reversed and runs them himself. Stone hops over a low kick from Lords that was meant to trip him up before delivering a vicious backhand chop. Matt takes the moment while Lords is stunned to give him a kick to the calf before powering him to a seated position and applying a sleeper hold. Even with his slightly injured elbow , Stone is able to apply more than enough pressure to put Lords in trouble. The crowd comes to the champion’s aid with an “Lords” chant that immediately causes Alex to pump his fist into the air. Matt knows he can’t do anymore with the sleeper as Lords begins to escape but he takes a hold of his opponent’s nearest arm before putting him facedown in the canvas with a fujiwara arm bar. The champ is no in even worse trouble as he looks around furiously for the ropes. “Give it up!” is all Stone says as he begins to grind his elbow into the joint between Alex’s shoulder and arm. Getner has to move as Lords kicks his legs in a display of frustration and pain, “Do you give?”

Alex struggles out a painful “No!” as he inches his right leg closer to the ropes directly behind him. Matt takes a quick glance behind him to see what Lords is going for and spies his foot so close to the ropes. The heart of the crowd and Alex sink as Stone pulls Lords away from the ropes in the center of the ring. This movement of the hold allowed Alex to press up with his right hand and roll forward out of Stone’s grip , keeping his opponent’s arm caught in the crook of his injured one. Matt drags himself to his feet only to find himself face first on the canvas once more as Alex tosses him with an arm drag. Stone attempts to scramble to his feet as Lords dashes to the ropes behind him. Matt sees Alex rush for the ropes and does it as well only to miss his opponent with an elbow. Lords catches Stone’s arm with his arm and swing around him into a back to back position before continuing to spin to his right before taking “The Ace of Spades” off his feet with another arm drag.

Matt decides it would be safer to take his breather outside as he continues rolling to the floor. Alex isn’t going to let him get away that easily and goes running to the ropes that Matt slid under before bounding over with a SKIN THE CAT?! Alex hangs onto the ropes and quickly pulls himself into the ring as the crowd seems to enjoy his antics for the moment. Stone gets himself up with the help of Kitty and they talk something over. Not satisfied with his opponent taking as much time as he wants, Alex hops up to the turnbuckle farthest away from the duo and takes a breather of his own. Stone cautiously rolls into the ring after a moment to catch his breath , Alex hops down from the turnbuckle enthusiastically. “Nap time over already” , Lords asks mockingly only for Stone to answer by shooting forward and snatching Alex’s arm up into a hammerlock. Apparently, the pain pulsating from his arm wasn’t enough to shut the champion up, “This again? Really?”. Matt doesn’t answer but pushes forward with Alex into tow until he gets to the turnbuckle and executes a perfect divorce court-style arm. The crowd is so silent that the only person you can hear clapping is Kitty.

Matt grabs Lords wanting to stay on the offense by his arm, setting himself up on the middle rope. A quick soccer kick by Matt stuns Lords a bit and Matt leaps off the ropes, spinning in the air and bringing Lords down with a spinning arm breaker. Lords cried out and Matt tried to lock Alex in a cross arm bar, but Alex would have none of it, fighting out of it with his good arm, swinging and connected with the jaw of Matt. Matt would retreat and get to his feet, Alex getting up as well holding his arm a bit. Alex took one step forward towards Matt and Stone leapt in the air, extending out his feet right into the side of Alex’s head, connecting with a picture perfect dropkick. After the collision and Matt hit the mat, he crawled over to where Kitty was clapping, touched his cheek and she leaned in and kissed him.

Matt got to his feet again with the aid of the ropes, looking back over at Lords, who was also getting up. With Alex’s back to him, Matt grabbed him around the waist, clasping his arms tight and rolling back, Lords tried to hold on but couldn’t and Matt rolled him through with a pin fall, Matt grabbing his tights as Getner got down on the mat to start counting. She got to the two count before she noticed that Matt had the tights and stopped counting, causing Matt to let go for the move and get right in Getner’s face. “Count to three! That’s your job, why don’t you do it?” Matt was questioning Claudia which was giving Alex an opportunity to regain his composure. Alex got up and waited for Matt to remember that he was in a match, not a debate and when Matt finally turned around he was met by a stiff kick to his right arm, followed by a second. Matt started to shake out his arm and Alex grabbed it quickly and leapt in the air, using his legs to force Stone down on the ground and got him in a quick cross arm bar! Matt was crying out in pain, Claudia was right in his face asking for him to submit or not, Matt was shaking his head.

Alex pulled harder, lifting his right foot in the air and bringing it back down across Matt’s chest, causing him even more pain. Matt tried to roll to the right, away from Alex, but that was just causing him more pain and he had to stop or risk more damage to his arm. Matt reached out to the ropes, but saw that he was at least three feet away from the ropes, so that would be an almost impossible feat to accomplish at this point, but he would try. He started to drag both his and Alex’s body weight towards the ropes, cutting a foot and change and reached out again, but he was still out of reach. Alex noticed that they were moving and didn’t quite appreciate it. Alex again raised his leg in the air and brought it down hard across Matt’s chest a second time, Matt stopping all forward momentum which led him to feel his arm that much more, which was in terrible pain at this point. Both his shoulder and elbow were being hyper extended and that was not something Matt was used to or would like to get used to. Matt once again tried to pull closer to the ropes, reaching out more. When Claudia was down at Matt’s face asking for him to tap, to which he shook his head, Kitty pushed the bottom rope closer and Matt grasped it firmly, Claudia finally seeing it started the count. “1…2…3…4” Alex finally broke the hold, releasing Matt’s arm causing him to roll out of the ring holding his arm in pain, clutching it to his chest as Kitty looked him over. She started talking to him when she suddenly left his side and he was thrust forward and over the barricade by a nice baseball slide on the part of Alex. Alex did a taunt in the ring, getting the crowd excited in the match before waving them off and going outside the ring, Kitty seeing him backed away from her man a second time.

Alex saw Matt starting to stand, still clutching his arm and grabbed him by the back of the head and bringing him back over by the back of the head. Matt flipped in the air and landed on his back on the thinly padded concrete. Matt didn’t seem to mind the rough landing as he was still nursing his arm. Alex didn’t want the victory to be via count out and so he lifted Matt to his feet slowly, Stone desperately went for an eye rake which slowed Lords down. Matt took a moment to catch his breath and motioned for everyone around the barricade in front of him to clear out, gingerly moving his arm around at this point. The crowds of people moved away, leaving Matt plenty of space to work with. Stone hit Alex with a sharp knee lift, doubling Alex over slightly. Matt went to toss him over the barricade, but at the last second he turned 180 and tossed Alex inside the ring, quickly turning back to the crowd and laughing at them. “You dumb bastards!” Matt called to them, still chuckling, Kitty clapping for what Matt had just done and he got back on the apron. He was still holding his arm, but not as tight as he had only a few moments ago. On the apron, he saw Alex starting to get up still with his hand in front of his face. Matt saw the opportunity and leapt up quickly to the top rope and tried for a springboard forearm, but Alex had him scouted, jumping in the air and catching Stone in the midsection with a dropkick, causing Matt to be pushed backwards rather than forwards and landed on the mat in a sitting position after the back of his neck bounced off the second rope.

Lords pulled Matt’s leg back and away from the ropes, then walked over to his head, grabbing his weakened arm and going to lock in the cross arm bar again, Matt waking up quickly and screaming out again. Knowing that Matt couldn’t hold on forever, Kitty rushed on the apron to get Claudia’s attention. “He’s going to break his arm!” She was calling out, not listening to what Getner was saying. Alex noticed the annoyance and got to his feet, heading over to the two of them who were apparently arguing. “What’s going on here? I’m trying to win a match!” Lords was obviously upset over Kitty’s interference and it was giving Matt enough time to catch his breath. “Get the hell out of here!” Alex shouted at Kitty, and Kitty wound up and went for a hard slap to Alex, but Lords was fast enough to pull back out of her range. Alex wasn’t going to hit her, but he thought that if he threatened to she’d get down. Alex pulled back a fist, but before he could even feign a punch, Kitty got down and off the apron. Alex shrugged and turned around, only moments notice to Matt running at him and leaping in the air, grabbing his head and bringing him down, face first, with his knee, connecting with a Canadian Impact!. Rather than roll over for a cover though, Matt rolled the other way, holding his arm in pain, kicking his legs. Getner started counting both men down, Lords was laying sprawled out on the canvas; Matt was rolling back and forth holding his arm.

Stone reaches up with his good arm as he begins to regain his composure and pulls himself to a vertical base. He glances over at the still stationary Lords and sees his opportunity. Without hesitation, he dives for his still glazed over opponent and hooks both legs, certain that this is the end of the match. Getner slides into position, One Two Thre-! KICKOUT! At the very last millisecond, Alex throws his shoulder off the mat and into the air. Matt hops up to his feet as quickly as his injury would allow and got in Getner’s face once more, “One….Two….Three…learn to count dammit”. Alex gets to all fours and pounds the canvas in frustration that he got caught with such a trick. Matt turned around and dragged Alex from his knees to his feet before grabbing an arm and whipping him to the turnbuckle. Alex reverses the whip and sends Stone into the turnbuckle. At the last moment, Matt grabs a hold of the top rope while running to propel himself behind Lords only to come down in the wrong spot and straight into a LOW BLOW! Alex sticks out his foot instead of fallowing his opponent to the corner and is in prime position to take advantage.

The crowd let out a maelstrom of boos, “So you’ve turned against me too?!” Alex doesn’t even bother to address the crowd anymore as he turns the still reeling Stone over and hooks one leg for the pin. Matt kicks out at one and the crowd, after flipping on the champion, lets out scattered cheers. It was obvious that Lords was not happy by the look in his eye as he dragged Stone up by the ear before sticking his head underneath his arm for a northern lights suplex. “The Ace of Spades” regains his wits before Lords can complete the maneuver and quickly applies a rough headlock. Alex attempts twice to slip his head out but to no avail before pushing forward and sandwiching Matt into the turnbuckle. Getner steps closer to the duo and calls for the break, knowing all the while that a clean break is far too much to ask from these two. Stone lets the headlock go and holds up his hands as Lords reaches for them to place over the top rope. Alex too, raises his hands only for Matt to slap him across the face in retaliation for the low blow. Unlike the first time this happened, the crowd eats it up. Lords doesn’t laugh the slap off as before and drives his forearm into Stone’s face and rakes it across. He does this with so much force that Matt drops to a seated position to escape but not before blatantly raking the eyes of his vicious opponent.

Matt stays seated in the turnbuckle to catch his breath but that proves to be a bad choice as Alex stumbles to the center of the ring holding his eyes only to break out into a run and collide with Stone once more with a DAI BOSOU! The somersault cannonball senton sandwiches Matt once again into the turnbuckle with so much force that his head collided with the steel post between the bottom and middle ropes violently. The arena shakes as the crowd boos vehemently at the champion, not that he cared much about them. Lords pulls Matt out of the corner and covers him with a hook to the leg, Getner only get to one again before Stone kicks out. Lords is livid over the resistance put up by his opponent. He scales the top rope in one jump with his back to the ring, the crowd boos in hopes that Alex will find a way to fall but they aren’t so lucky. Lords flips one particular section of fans off before bounding backwards with a moonsault. The fans may have gotten the last laugh as Alex took too long chastising them and not putting Matt away, letting his opponent regain his wits and move outta the way of the moonsault.

Stone rolls Lords up quickly before he can recover from his 210 frame being slammed against the canvas at such high speeds. Getner doesn’t hesitate this time, One…..Two…..Thr-! Kickout. The whole crowd lets out an “Aw” as if Stone was a fan favorite or something. Stone crosses his thumb across his neck and points to Lords, signaling the end of the champion’s very brief reign. He whips Alex to the turnbuckle and quickly follows him before placing him on the top turnbuckle. Matt steps up to the middle rope slowly and methodically before throwing Lords’ arm over his head and applying a front face lock. He goes to pull his opponent off the turnbuckle but stops and shakes his head. He takes a step up from the middle to the top turnbuckles and makes Alex stand with him. Stone takes a deep breath before bounding off with a TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX! SMALL PACKAGE! On impact, Alex rolls over onto Matt and wraps his legs around Stone’s closest in a small package position. The crowd’s hearts sink as Getner goes for the count. One….Two….Thre-! STONE KICKS OUT! Matt, still on his back, tries to push Lords away but inadvertently give up his arm for a CIELO PERFECTO UNO! The jujigatame rips at Stone’s already injured arm and threatens to make him to tap. The crowd starts a “Stone” chant but the pain shooting from his arm is much louder.

Matt reaches for the ropes but is in no position to get to them, he musters up all his strength and pulls Alex along as he slides his body closer to the ropes with as much strength as his other arm can give him. Lords sees this and gets desperate not sure how much strength he has left to keep his grip, he takes his right leg and removes it from across Stone’s body only to REPEATEDLY KICK HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD. Alex’s heel collides repeatedly with the side of Matt’s face and head forcing him to halt his advance and repeatedly tap on the canvas in defeat. Lords doesn’t even notice the tap and continues wrenching and kicking until Getner manages to pry him off. Tear hands him his title and the slides it diagonally over his body as he had it when he made his entrance.

“Better luck next time”, he mouths to Stone but it is rather inaudible because of the booing from the audience. Alex shrugs his shoulders, indifferent to the audience and makes his way to the back. The camera zooms in on an injured Stone being tended to by Kitty and medical personnel as everything fades to black.