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It brings a tear of joy to my eye, a card that was basically ALL done. Good work guys, Little call out to Searph whom, against my thinking, actually got me a match. No offense intended, but i normally know what matches will and wont be in before i even post the card. He proved me wrong. Good man. The ME also got in even with a limited due date that was worked with. Bogard kept his promise for the match, and Ryan was as active as he always is. Then we got our new start, McLeod, whom helped me pull off my first two poster match. WOOT. Going to be a hard choice to whom I pick this coming PPV. Without any more delay we continue with our card.

Race to the finish

Nate Hazzard VS XW

AJ warner VS Searph


Number one contender ship Fatal four way match.

Bogard VS Punk VS Maverick VS Ryan Ross

Hunter Sullivan & Matt Stone VS Ice and Antaine McLeod

National Championship Title Bout.
Alex lords VS Mark Zout

Tear Gutter: "The following Fatal Four Way match is set for one fall and is for the number one contendership. Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania, he is The Punk, Matt Shanahan!"

*The fans cheered as Matt's named was called.*

*The lights became dark blue all around the arena as music started to play.*

GO!
I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise
‘Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways and that’s the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance?
By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip

I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I’m not... not insane
(I'm not)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again it's almost easy

*The lights slowly started to turn blood red as flames shot up off the stage,flickering in the air.*

Shame pulses through my heart from the things I've done to you
It's hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside I'm not insane

I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I’m not... not insane
(I'm not)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Sad it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)

*Matt slowly started coming out of the stage,the fans cheering for the Punk.*

Come back to me it's almost easy
(It's still your fault)
Come back again it's almost easy

*Matt arose on the stage and started walking down the ramp,blood red sparks going off down the ramp as he walked down it.*

Now that I've lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away
I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong now let me make it right

(Make it alright)

*Matt climbed into the ring and climbed onto the nearest turnbuckle, looking at the fans as they cheered.*

I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I’m not... not insane
(I'm not)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Sad it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(It's still your fault)

*Matt jumped down and stood in the middle of the ring, slowly taking his shades off as flames continued going off on the stage.*

Come back again it's almost easy

*Matt looked around and threw the shades to the fans as he turned to the entranceway. Matt mearly smirked as he heard the announcer finally introduce him.

Tear Gutter: "From Everett, Washington, he is “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.


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: "From Kansas City, Kansas, he is “The Smartass Submission Machine”, Johnny Maverick!"

The opening guitar of 'Search and Destroy' plays and the crowd is already booing, Johnny walks out from behind the curtain cockily, a smirk on his face that just reads 'a*****e' as he raises up the international symbol for 'the shocker', his manager Danny right behind him.

'I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys'

Johnny walks down the aisle, if any fans attempt to touch him or pat him on the back, he pulls away with revulsion....

'Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me'

Johnny hops onto the apron and looks at the audience, whos boos are dismissed with a wanking motion by Johnny....

'Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight'

Johnny steps between the second and third ropes and quickly climbs to the second turnbuckle, he raises his arms, then jumps down and waits for his next opponent...

Tear Gutter: "From San Mateo, California, he is “The Burning Avenger”, Cody Bogard!"

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 alone.

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 opponents.


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!*


All four men look at each corner towards their opponents, the duo of The Punk and Bogard on one side of the ring in their respective corners, while the cocky pair of the Red Hot one and Maverick stood at the other end in their corners. Bogard has a slight concerned look on his face, as he looks around at all three men and feeling like a flea in a dog show, definitely the lightest and smallest of the four men in the ring. However, the experience edge will be in Cody’s favor, all four men meeting in the middle of the ring, both Shanahan and Ross fire the first punch, but are both blocked and countered at the same time by Maverick and Bogard respectively. Cody continues the strike attacks, following up with more punches, leading Ryan towards the ropes and pinning his back against them with a mix of forearm strikes and punches. Johnny meanwhile, takes a different approach with The Punk, stomping on the big man’s foot to make him recoil in pain and leaving him open to kicks to the knee by Maverick. The low kicks by Maverick manage to throw off Shanahan’s balance a bit and allows the Smartass Submission Machine to take full advantage, tackling Punk by the legs with an amateur wrestling takedown. As Johnny quickly mounts on top of Matt for a further beatdown, the Punk uses his height advantage to reach the ropes and create a break before Johnny could even throw a single punch. Maverick’s honor shows as he gets off of Shanahan and doesn’t show any sign of anger or frustration towards the referee for the break, backing away a bit to allow Matt to get back to his own two feet.

As Maverick waits on Shanahan, Cody attempts to knock Ryan over the ropes, but the Red Hot one counters with a kick to the stomach before Bogard could even make an attempt to run over to the ropes. Ryan fights his way off the ropes, using a mixture of punches and chops to lead Bogard towards the middle of the ring, taking Cody’s arm as he applies an arm wrench on the King of Hearts and elbowing the arm. The Red Hot one takes advantage of the opening just created, lifting Cody to his chest and dropping him over his knee with a quick backbreaker, immediately taking two steps back to fall toward Cody with a falling headbutt to the body. Matt and Johnny are back facing each other in a grapple with Maverick looking to get control, but Punk manages to overpower him with his height and catch him with a knee to the midsection. Matt’s knee strike allows the big man to take Johnny by the arm, pulling him into his extended arm and take him down with a short arm clothesline. Meanwhile, Ross has Cody back up and strikes at the head with forearm shots to the face, then taking Cody’s arm and pulls him in, striking shoulders against each other with a few shoulder charges. The shoulder charge strikes causes the Burning Avenger to stagger with his arms hanging, as Ryan takes him from the side and drops him against the mat with a side slam. The Punk pulls Maverick up by the neck and applies a headlock hold on him, wrenching at the neck a few times before pummeling away at the head with punches, then leaning back against the ropes and taking the Smartass Submission Machine down with a running bulldog.

Matt Shanahan begins to deliver boots to the back of Johnny Maverick’s back, all of the sudden he feels clutch around his neck, and wrapping the arms around for a sneaky sleeper hold. The sudden feeling turns out to be Ryan Ross, taking the advantage of Matt’s focus towards Johnny, to get behind him to lock the sleeper hold on the big man. The Punk turns and shakes his body in attempts to make Ryan release the submission, but it ends up nothing more but a way for Matt to line both men up towards the corner, with Punk launching his body backwards, crashing into the turnbuckle and using the Red Hot one as a cushion from the impact. Punk turns his body around to face Ross, striking at his body with a flurry of side knee strikes to the midsection, just enough to stun him in the corner. Shanahan starts to walk away from the corner and reaching the middle of the ring, suddenly turning around and runs straight at Ryan with a big boot attempt, but the Red Hot one ducks under the boot and making Matt straddle the ropes. Ryan grabs hold of the ropes, begins to shake the ropes and causing pain to the lower regions of The Punk, stopping after a couple shakes. Left to do nothing but hang on the ropes all straddled and in pain, Matt is left vulnerable and prone to Ross getting behind him and manages to lift him with aid of the ropes, slamming him hard on the mat with a backdrop. Ryan takes his time from rising off the mat after delivering the huge backdrop on Matt Shanahan, rolling over to him and makes a pin attempt.

1… 2…

Cody Bogard comes over and breaks the pin with a stomp to the back. The Red Hot one raises his head to see what broke up the pin, getting up and goes for a strike on Bogard, but he catches wind of this, and ducks under the clothesline and tries for a hip toss. Cody is unable to lift him for the hip toss at first, forcing Ryan to throw him against the ropes and prepares to catch him on the rebound. Cody rolls out of the way to avoid being caught by Ryan, turning his body to look for him and is met with a backhand chop by Maverick. Johnny begins landing more backhand chops on the Red Hot one, throwing his arms around the waist of Ross and tries to lift him, but Ryan resists. The moment Ryan picks up his head in preparation to club Johnny’s back, Cody comes flying from outside of Ryan’s field of vision with a superkick to stun the Red Hot one, thus allowing Maverick to perform a belly to belly suplex. The Smartass Submission Machine looks over and sees his former trainer standing in the middle of the ring with a stern look and calling him over with his hands. Johnny smirking and spins to his feet, coming face to face with Cody, the crowd starting to get loud in preparation of the long awaited matchup of the former trainer and former student.

Johnny extends his hand to Bogard, looking for a tie-up. Cody quickly complies and the two stand in the middle of the ring locked in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Johnny attempts to transition into a side headlock but Cody keeps Johnnys collar and elbow locked. Johnny finally powers Bogard into a corner and rears back to give him a stiff chop to the chest. The audience erupts in a 'WOO!'. Johnny rears back for another one but Cody grabs Johnny and spins him, pushing him into the turnbuckle and rearing back to land a HUGE chop to the chest of Johnny, the slap only muffled somewhat by Johnnys 'Agnostic Front' T-shirt, the audience answers with an even louder 'WOO!'. Cody grabs Johnny by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes, Cody attempts a clothesline but Johnny ducks under it and hits the opposite ropes, giving Cody a bit of time to run to the ropes, the run at each other insanely fast before...... DOUBLE RUNNING SHOTEIS!!!

Johnny and Cody both lay each other out with a running palm strike to the face, Johnny appears to be bleeding from the nose and Cody is keeping his face covered. They lay there for a moment or so before Cody drapes an arm over Johnny.

1...2...Johnny gets his shoulder up and in one fluid motion, as soon as his shoulder is off the ground he grabs Codys arms and quickly spins his hips out to lock Codys arm in his leg, he then locks his arms around Codys head to lock in an ARM TRAP CROSSFACE!

Codys arm reaches out and quickly scrambles to grab a rope, but Johnny yanks back hard, keeping Codys arm just inches away from the rope. Just when it looks like Cody can't stand the pressure anymore, Ryan Ross steps in and quickly drops a boot on Johnnys noggin but Johnny keeps the hold held tight. Ryan is actually forced to pry Johnnys fingers apart and quickly dropkicks Johnny in the face. Cody quickly rolls out of the ring to save his own neck (in a very literal sense).

Ryan raises his fist as Johnny gets to his feet and Johnny gives him a quick disrespectful slap across the Face before hooking his head. He attempts to fall with a DDT but Ryan keeps himself verical, Ryan wraps his arms around Johnny and quickly snaps him back for a Northern Lights Suplex! Ryan rolls, stands, and quickly snaps back with another! Ryan finishes off with the third to finish the NORTHERN TRIPLETS!!!

Ryan signals to the audience that he's setting up the Shi Driver and underhooks Johnnys arms. He picks Johnny up and SHI DRI-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! When Ryan has him picked up Johnny wrings his arms free and locks his legs around Ryans head, he quickly snaps him back with a HURRICANRANA!!!!

Ryan springs up to his feet and runs at Johnny only to be brought back down with a stiff left hand. Ryan springs back up and charges again for Johnny to bring him down with a clothesline. Johnny pounds on his chest and shouts energetically, actually getting a decent pop from the audience. Ryan gets back up to his feet and Johnny pops him a swift jab and then dances around him like Muhammad Ali before hitting him with another swift jab, Johnny then rears back like he's going to hit with a massive left hook.......but quickly locks his arms around Ross's waist and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OUT OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!!

Johnny smirks and taunts Ryan outside of the ring, boasting over the success of his 'Maverick Shuffle'. Johnnys hubris costs him as The Punk and Bogard bring dual axehandles across the back of Johnny.

Johnny falls, but uses the ropes to hold himself up. Punk scoops him up and tosses him out of the ring. He turns around and poses for the audience, but Cody comically taps him on the shoulder. The Punk turns around to a SUPERKICK TO THE FACE. The Punk is taken down quickly and Bogard goes out to the apron, looking like he's setting up for some sort of slingshot move onto the Punk. A desperate Johnny quickly jumps on the apron behind Cody and locks his arms around his waist, GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!! Johnny has a quick break in character as he struggles to his feet and checks on Cody, who appears to have hit the back of his head on the guard rail. Johnny puts a few quick boots to Cody, but its pretty easy to tell he has his eyes on the curtain. When an EMT finally comes out, Johnny slides back in the ring.

Johnny drops a quick elbow on the Punk and stands again, raising his fist to the air. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and stands, Bogard (who escapes with only a minor head injury) attempts to grab Johnny and yank him down, but Danny jumps on the ring ropes and shouts at the ref as Viral cracks Bogard across the skull with a chair.

Bogard falls limp outside the ring and Johnny looks down at the Punk from the top rope, taking a deep breath, he looks out at the audience for a moment then back at the task at hand. He jumps, does a somersault, and lands on Punk with a leg drop, MAVERICK HITS THE FLYING GUILLOTINE!!!!!

Punk is out cold, without a doubt and the audience has erupted as Johnny busts out his high-risk finisher. Ross rushes into the ring only to get a OH ********, MY FACE running shotei! Johnny swiftly locks The Punk in a side body scissors and cinches in a tight dragon sleeper, locking in the MAVLOCK!!!!!!!!

It doesn't take long at all as The Punk quickly starts tapping the ground like a madman. Johnny releases the hold instantly as the bell rings, he stands on the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in victory...... that is until he sees Viral holding the chair.

Tear: Here is your winner....JOHNNY MAV......

Tear is interrupted as Johnny yanks the microphone away from Tear.

GOD DAMMI T DANNY! For the last time, I wanna win on my own..... I don't need your goddamn help! You aren't a wrestler anymore, so stop interfering in my matches!!!! says Johnny, he tosses the mic aside and slides out of the ring. He pushes Spyke out of the way as he heads to the back...

Alex Lords vs. Mark Zout

The opening melody for "Ladies and Gentlemen" begins, gripping the audience's attention. As all eyes turn to the beginning of the entrance ramp, the melody is cut off and destroyed by a hard rock. Mark Zout walks out the entrance door in time with this wearing one of his several merchandise tees, and with his hair pulled back into a pony by a white hair tie.

Zout is amped, and it's apperant by the look on his face. His eyes are on fire, and his body has a life all it's own. As the lyrics begin to pour themselves into the ears of the audience in attendance Zout explodes down the entryway with a burst of energetic life, slapping the hand of several "MarkZ" on his way to the ring.

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Zout aproached the stairs and quickly climbed them with quick downward pumps of his legs in alternate orders. He ducked inside the ring, electing to go through the middle and top ropes. He then pivotted on his right leg and jumped up to the second turn buckle, Raising his ars in the air several times in succession to amp up the crowd. It worked as there was a decent pop from a cheering section dedicated to him, at least for this match.

Like nothing you’ve ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you’ll be begging for more

Zout hops downfrom here and takes first the hair tie out of his locks, then he pulls the shirt he is wearing over his head, folding it up and wrapping the hair tie around it.

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

He points to one section, who gaves a good pop, but shakes his head, pointing over to another. Their reaction is stronger. Back to thhe first section, theyir screams are much louder this time. Zout points to a ne section who drowns out the first two with their cheers, and he throws the shirt to them.

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen!

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen!

As the bridge rift of his entrance theme begins to run through a second time, is fades out, Zout settling into a corner, feeling quite at home with his MarkZ's support.

"“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 his Zout with nothing but distain every now and then.

Lords once more passes his belt over to Claudia Getner tenderly before focusing on nothing but the minute it leaves his hand, all the warmth leaves his body and nothing but his opponent matters. Mark shrugged off some pre-fight nerves as he nodded to Getner that he was ready to proceed. Getner nodded to the champion before signaling for the bell.

*Ding*


Alex steps for rather briskly to meet Zout at the center of the ring with outstretched hands. Lords does not even waste time feeling out his opponent before shooting forward with a double leg tackle, taking Zout off his feet and onto the mat. The crowd is pretty interested to see what Lords was gonna do to Zout but he merely rolls backwards from his opponent, making the fact that he could take him down whenever he wanted to, very clear. After the “pre-fight” introduction, Mark gets to his feet with a point to make, he was not to be taken lightly.

Alex steps forward looking to engage Zout only to step away gingerly as the young star advances. Getner walks over to Lords with a puzzled look but Alex waves her off. Again Zout advances on a very game Alex Lords only for the champion to again retreat from the challengers grasp. The audience starts to boo to Lords’ delight as the frustration begins to mount and spread across his face. Mark stands in the center of the ring, with one hand on his hips and the other brushing his jet-black hair from his face, waiting for his opponent to meet him. The champion shows no interest in facing Zout, even going so far as to just leave the ring, heading towards the timekeeper’s table to retrieve his belt. The crowd by this time was getting puzzled as to what was happening as Zout followed behind Alex in an attempt to cut him off before he could leave. Just as Alex snatches his belt from the table , Zout cuts him off with a punishing right hook to the jaw, leaving the champion more surprised than hurt. The crowd was anxious for action after the stalling of the champion and this wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy them.

Zout looks hungrier than he ever has before as he chases after Lords as he stumbles way, the belt grasped firmly in his hands. Alex runs to the safest place he could think of, the ring followed by Mark in hot pursuit. Lords regains his wits and notices the belt in his hand, drawing it back before CRACKING ZOUT IN THE FACE-GETNER TAKES THE BELT. Getner had enough of the champion’s shenanigans and stopped him before he could smash the belt over his challengers face. She turns around to give the belt to Tear, this gives Lords a clear shot at Zout with a right hook of his own. Mark is quicker and ducks the blow, swinging behind Lords with a reverse waistlock. “The Supernova” doesn’t attempt to find a way out, instead he throws his powerful leg backwards into Zout’s groin. Unspeakable pain echos through Mark as he stumbles forward in pain. Lords applies a front facelock and rolls backwards into a small package, looking to end the challenger’s misery quickly.

Getner glances over her shoulder and sees the pin before quickly sliding closer to the action. One…..Two….Thre-! Zout has just enough strength to break free as the champion rolls away, dejected that his ploy didn’t work. Alex drags Zout to his feet before whipping him forward with a snapmare. Lords couldn’t resist snapping off a hard kick to the spine that makes Zout arch his back in pain. The crowd was hungry for action and didn’t care who was dishing out or receiving the pain. Never one to miss an opportunity to hit a downed opponent, Alex rears his leg back for another kick the sends Zout rolling across the ring for the ropes. It was Lords’ turn to challenge the considerably weakened Zout as if the playing field was level.

In a display of fighting spirit that NLS was becoming to be known for, Zout gets to his feet without hesitation and stood nose to nose with the man that had just caused him such pain. Zout doesn’t wait for Lords to respond to his non-verbal challenge but instead throws an elbow to the face so swiftly that Alex has no time to dodge it. The pain is visible on the champion’s face but he copes with it quickly and gives Zout an elbow of his own that threatens to turn the young man’s knees to jelly. Still hanging tough, Zout swallows the pain and explodes forward with a huge haymaker that narrowly misses the chin of the now wary Lords. He doesn’t wait for another punch like that to come his way and instead kicks high at Zout’s head that also narrowly misses. Mark takes aim and jumps forward into a front dropkick aimed at the chest of his opponent. Alex steps to the side briskly before jumping forward into a senton that Zout rolls backwards away from. Lords kips up and takes a couple steps backwards as the crowd pops for the exchange after long amounts of stalling.

Both men are alittle shaken and look to mix it up on the mat now. They both crouch low to the ground as they ease forward. At the last minute Lords cups his hand behind Zout’s head, Zout stands up straight in an attempt to get away from his opponent’s grip. Lords forgets all about the head and shoots for Mark’s legs. Zout is quick enough to pull the right leg away but the left is caught in Lords’ iron grasp. Zout kicks Lords repeatedly with his right leg in an attempt to free the left but he only succeeds in making it easier to knock him off balance and onto his back. Alex chuckles as he rears back for a hard punch but Zout surprises him with his guard defense by throwing his legs around Lords’ head and attacking arm before rolling backwards into a modified hurricarana of sorts.

The crowd is caught off guard at Zout’s resourcefulness but not more so than Lords who was just a moment ago in complete control and is now face up with his shoulders pinned. Getner is right on top of the action, One….Two…..Thr-Lords rolls forward and puts Zout on his back. One….Two….Thr-Zout rolls back into the rana position. Lords doesn’t stay there for long as he rolls forward and pins Zout once more but he isn’t content on ending it like that so he begins to roll around the ring with Zout in tow. Alex’s rolling cradle goes in a circle around the ring, dizzying the challenger to obscene levels and nearly colliding with Getner. Lords stops rolling right in front of the referee and demands that she count, sure that it was over. Once again, Zout surprises everyone and kicks out before a count of one.

Lords pushes Zout away in disgust before climbing to his feet, enraged at his inability to get rid of his opponent. Zout doesn’t get a chance to get to his feet as Lords rains down stomps on his head and chest, in a display of raw fury. Getner forcibly pries the champion away from his downed foe in a show of mercy for the challenger. Mark rolls outta the ring, clutching his neck as Lords stands in the middle of the ring, ushering him to come back in for more punishment. The crowd rallies behind the challenger with chants of “Zout” that fired Mark up, at least enough to give him the courage to get back into the ring with Lords without hesitation. Alex doesn’t take Zout lightly anymore and attempts to take him out with a stinging high kick that Zout promptly ducks and sweeps Alex’s legs out from under him. Lords hits the canvas hard and doesn’t get a moment to rest as Zout clutch both legs before sticking his head between them for a jackknife pinning hold. Getner slides into position and pounds the mat twice before Lords can strike Mark in the side with a free hand and force him to break the bridge.


Alex beats the canvas in frustration, giving Zout an opportunity to regain his bearings and swing around his waist in a reverse waistlock while the champion is still on his hands and knees. In a display of strength, Zout heaves Lords up to his feet and from his feet, backwards onto the back of his head with a german suplex. The champion crashes on impact and cringes for a moment only to continue rolling backwards still he was in a seated position, eyes glazed over. Mark hops to his feet and measures his clearly out of it opponent before sprinting forward and delivering a beautiful dropkick right to the jaw of Lords. The snap on said dropkick was so loud that audience members first cringed then their anguish turned to relief that the title would finally be in the hands of someone who they believe deserved it. Always one to disappoint, Alex rolls from the ring to lick his wounds and escape from Zout. With the crowd solidly behind him, Mark cannot allow his prey to escape so he races to the opposite ropes only to come bulleting at Lords with a TOPE CON-BURNING ELBOW!

Mustering up what little strength he could, Alex throws all his weight behind a punishing elbow that swats the highflying Zout outta the air and into a heap on the floor. The boos that rain down seem to revitalize Lords and push him to get Zout back into the ring to pin him quickly, however his body gives out and only allows him to barely get to his feet. Mark stirs but is in no condition to resist as Alex finally rolls his limp body back into the ring. Alex rolls over Zout nonchalantly and hooks a leg, as if it was just a formality. Dutifully and without a wasted motion, Getner pounded the mat as the crowd sat silently, dejected. One…..Two….Thre-! Zout kicks out just before Getner’s palm makes contact with the canvas for the third time. Even Lords has enough energy to jump up in protest with a clearly audible “bullshit” exploding from his mouth. Getner stepped back calmly but stood her ground against the increasingly belligerent Lords, who would have gotten even more aggressive if not for the SCHOOLBOY from Zout taking him down quickly.

Getner stops midsentence and pounds the mat after checking Alex’s shoulder position. Lords doesn’t attempt to struggle after being taken down but calmly clutches Zout’s wrist and continues rolling into a CIELO PERFECTO UNO! The jujigatame rips at Mark’s arm and only worsens once Lords is able to yank it straight. Zout kicks frantically and grazes the ropes, however this is not enough to make Getner call for the break. He can feel his elbow hyperextending and his free arm going into the air, almost ready to admit defeat. The crowd is on their feet, pleading and begging with all their might for him to suffer through the pain. With every last once of strength his body can muster, he flings his legs back and hooks the rope. Getner taps on Lords and calls for the break, knowing full well that “The Supernova” will milk the hold for all it is worth and then some. Alex climbs to his feet and to his surprise is met face to face with Zout, still favoring his right arm.

Mark painstakingly raises his injured arm into the air and makes a motion for Lords to “bring it”. Lords mocks Zout’s false bravado and stands his ground. Mark glances behind him quickly and runs the ropes before slamming into Lords with a shoulderblock. With both men roughly being the same size, Alex moves slightly. Never one to try anything once, Zout races to the ropes once more and meets the same results. Alex ushers Zout to go for it once more, he even gets the crowd involved by getting them to clap along. Mark couldn’t resist the people’s requests and goes the ropes and rebounds with a colossal SHOULDER-DROP TOE HOLD! At the last minute, Alex falls to the side, using his left leg to stop Zout and his right feet to strike the back of Zout’s knee to send him face first to the mat. Mark doesn’t even register hitting the canvas, instead he is immediately in Lords’ face throwing elbow after elbow as he cups his hand behind the champions head. The crowd is alittle stunned that so much fighting spirit is coming from the challenger but they rally behind him nonetheless. Each elbow makes Lords slump lower and lower till he is down on one knee. Mark takes too long playing to the crowd and allows Alex to slip behind him and apply a double chickenwing.

Through sheer determination, Zout breaks Lords’ hold by thrashing about like a lunatic. Alex shoves the challenger away and follows up with a HIGH KICK!- DUCKED! Mark narrowly dodges another kick from the champion only to hit the champion with a HAYMAKER! The all or nothing punch hits its Lords’ chin cleanly and sends him stumbling for the ropes, Zout refuses to let him get to the outside this time and quickly hoists him up for the MARKOUT!-NO! Lords slips off Zout’s shoulder quickly but can only manage to escape to about the center of the ring before Mark, wanting to add injury to insult, aims a HIGH KICK straight for the champion’s head! Alex catches the kick and after tangling up an arm, pushes Mark down onto all fours, before locking his arms in a crucifix position and pushing his head down, completing the crucifix cradle.

Zout had expended all his resources and as a result couldn’t kick out, no matter how much the audience willed him to. Alex was worse for ware as well and asked Getner to pass him his belt before he could even stand. The audience was appreciative of the contest but still detested the fact that Lords held the belt. After he finally managed to roll outta the ring and start the long, agonizing walk back up the ramp, he made sure to drag the belt on the ground alittle, just to get under everyone’s skin. Zout staring at the “Supernova” as he walked to the back was the last thing seen before darkness spreads across the screen.