"Monday Night WAR" Results 02/18/13

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NWA

PRESENTS
"MONDAY NIGHT WAR"

LOCATION: The Wolstein Center, Cleveland, OH
BROADCAST TEAM: Jim Ross & Mick Foley
EVENT DATE: February 18, 2013 (Taped 02/17/13)



We kick off the show with our opening montage, and then head down to the announcer's table, where we are greeted by Good Ol' J.R. and his commentary partner Mick Foley.



Jim Ross:
Folks, I'm Jim Ross here, welcoming you to another edition of Monday Night WAR, brought to you be the newly rechristened NWA War Zone!

Mick Foley:
And I'm Mick Foley, trusty colleague, glad to be back here at the Wolstein Center in beautiful Cleveland, Ohio!

Cheap pop initiated.

Jim Ross:
Folks, we thank you for welcoming us back into your homes, and we are truly grateful, as we know last week was truly hard to watch. The heinous actions of that damn Sheik Abdul Bashir are hopefully going to be answered for tonight, as "The Hurricane" Shane Helms leads a posse consisting of Billy Kidman and "The Kentucky Crippler" BJ Whitmer to exact a little hard justice!

Mick Foley:
Well, J.R., I'm going to have to respectfully disagree. You see, as impressive as that team may be, Bashir has two very capable partners in Chris Sabin and "The Death Machine" Chris Dickinson to stand up to that so-called posse, and I think that teaming may be too much for Helms' crew to handle.

Jim Ross:
You're talking about a damn coward in Chris Sabin, who stole a victory from Billy Kidman last week, and a deranged loud mouth in Chris Dickinson who had some choice words for me on the internet, from what I heard, and you know what I have to say, Dickinson? You can talk all you want and you might scare some guys with your tough guy act, but I ain't afraid of you, and I'm going to enjoy watching you get your ass kicked tonight!

Suddenly "Streets of Pakistan" hits the speakers and out walks Sheik Abdul Bashir, yelling at the crowd, as he is followed by Chris Sabin and Chris Dickinson.

Jim Ross:
Oh, here comes that bunch of sickos right now. Bashir, listen to him, he makes me want to puke!

Mick Foley:
He's a good, upstanding citizen, J.R., and he speaks the truth! You just have to give him a chance.

Jim Ross:
Oh yeah, that's your story, and I'm sure you're sticking to it, but I think he's a vile animal and he should be behind bars with duct tape over his mouth so nobody has to hear that noise pollution he spews week in and week out!

Bashir grabs a microphone, as Dickinson is on the ropes, pointing and yelling at J.R., "Why don't you come in here and say that bullshit to my face, you fat fuck!"

Jim Ross:
And why don't you just go to Hell!!! The audacity of that man!

Mick Foley:
He's a real loose cannon, Jim, I'd be careful messing with Dickinson.

Jim Ross:
This is America, and I'm not goin' to be bullied by some punk kid. I know my rights, and he if the shoe fits, I'm gonna call it, God damnit!

Bashir begins to speak as the fans boo the trio.

Sheik Abdul Bashir:
You know, a man of lesser intellect might be insulted by you people, but I've long grown accustomed to the ignorance of the average wrestling fan. Thankfully, not every one in this world is as grossly uneducated as you people, and some actually hear my words and find inspiration in my message... inspiration in a man who will not take anymore of this oppression lying down, and stands UP and FIGHTS for what he believes in. Now, some may question my actions, my means, but the ends... those means are justified by a glorious end that sees men of talent, the oppressed minority, who have been overlooked, finally getting their shot at the promised dream that has long decayed in this sad country. I fight for equality! And I'm not afraid to set fire to anything or anyone who stands in my way! Shane Helms, you've come here and polluted this promotion, stepped on the backs of every hard working individual who's been here since day one and you think you can just throw your weight around, but guess what? We're not going to just roll over and keep jerking your curtains, Helms... we're here to send you packing, once and for all!

The fans start to chant "Hurricane! Hurricane!" as Chris Sabin takes the microphone.

Chris Sabin:
Speaking of washed up has-beens who need to take their final bow, let's talk about Billy Kidman! Kidman, you mad bro? You mad cause I beat you last week? You mad because you thought you could just run through me and I'd be grateful, maybe shake your hand and accept defeat? Well, I have news for you, Kidman: you'd better get used to it, because I've been held down for long enough, and it's time everybody learned to bow down and HAIL SABIN!

Dickinson goes to grab the mic as the fans boo, but just then we hear the sounds of "Let's Roll" by Yelawolf. The fans erupt, knowing that it is Shane Helms, and with him is Kidman and Whitmer!

Mick Foley:
How rude...

Jim Ross:
Thank God! I've heard just about enough of that crap for one night!

Mick Foley:
Are you kidding me? You can't feel the passion from these guys, J.R.? I was legitimately moved.

Jim Ross:
Good grief, are you kidding me? I've heard more appealing sounds coming from a dying cat!

Helms receives a mic, as the three men stand on the stage.

Shane Helms:
You guys sure talk a lot, and you know... it sounds like a pretty good game, but when you're in the ring... something happens. Something hits, I think... and it's not just me or Billy or BJ hitting you time and time again, and you whimpering and cowering, which is what usually happens, but I think... I think it's reality that hits, and you realize you can't win a fair fight, and that's why you have to do things like... get yourself disqualified, or grab the tights, or even set your opponent on fire because you can't face the facts. And what are the facts? Billy, you got anything on that, I'm searching for the words, but I just can't seem to find them...

Billy takes the mic and ponders.

Billy Kidman:
I think what you're trying to say, Shane, is that these three... well, they just plain suck, and their a bunch of little bitches.

The crowd goes nuts for this, as the three men react in sarcastic ways.

Billy Kidman:
And the fact of the matter is, maybe Shane and I are has-beens, but you three... are a bunch of never-will-bes!

An even bigger reaction for that one! BJ takes the microphone.

BJ Whitmer:
And Chris Dickinson, let me tell you somethin', boy! You don't have to show me respect... you don't have to show any of us respect, and you're real good at doing just that, but guess what? Talk all you want, huff and puff around, look mean and nasty, I don't really give a shit, because tonight, I will get my hands on you, and I'm going to beat you like the sad little son of a bitch you are and break that stack of dimes you call a neck!

This causes Dickinson to explode.

Chris Dickinson:
BJ Whitmer, you are the sorriest piece of shit in the locker room, and the fact that you get booked on any card, let alone in the main event, is a fuckin' travesty, and I'm going to do my best to make sure after tonight, you're not going to have to worry about whether or not you're going to wrestle again... oh no, all you're going to be worried about is whether or not you'll ever be able to eat solid food again! Oh yeah? Bring it on, bitch!

BJ starts to storm up the ramp, but both teams hold back Whitmer and Dickinson, not wanting to risk injuries or make any tactical mistakes before the match tonight. Helms takes the mic again.

Shane Helms:
Speaking of eating, Chris, I think everybody here is tired of being fed your bullshit lines, and the talking ends here. Tonight, you boys get introduced to the upper echelon in this sport, and you finally come to terms with the fact that you'll never be on our levels. It's time to take shelter, boys... there's a hurricane comin' through!

"Let's Roll" hits the speakers again, as Helms and his team back out, while the trio in the ring yell up the ramp and mock their opponents.

Jim Ross:
You couldn't cut this tension with a chainsaw, Mick, these guys are ready to rip each other limb from limb!

Mick Foley:
All sides are fired up, which can only make for a great match! The propensity for bloodshed is at an all time high!

Jim Ross:
It's gonna be a slobberknocker! You won't wanna miss it, by God! Oh, you stick it up your ass, Dickinson, you bastard!

Dickinson is shouting at J.R. as he leaves, flipping him off, as we get to our first match of the evening.


"The Golden Boy" Drake Younger w/ Jenna Morasca vs. "The Modern Day Spartan" Matt Cross

"It looks like that jezebel Jenna Morasca's got her claws sunk into another young man here in Drake Younger! Hopefully not as slimy as that freakshow Teddy Hart, but somehow, I doubt it!" J.R. really does not like Morasca, and she has proven to be a major factor in every match she's unaccompanied thus far, this one being no different. Younger played the crowd in classic heel fashion, offering up the handshake early but pulling it back, running his fingers through his hair and grinning as he prances around the ring. This sets off Cross, though, who takes Younger down to the mat with ferocity and tries to keep the pace high. Younger does a lot of back peddling and tries to have Morasca interfere, Jenna choking Cross on the middle rope at one point behind the ref's back and grabbing Younger's hands as he had a Figure Four applied, giving him unfair leverage which the ref caught on to. Cross would roll over the Figure Four and send Younger out the ring with a series of clotheslines, ending in a big single leg dropkick. From there, "The Modern Day Spartan" flew over the ropes with a Twisting Suicida, followed by a Backflip Double Stomp off of the apron, which had the crowd on their feet! Cross would roll "The Golden Boy" into the ring, but Younger would keep rolling and roll all the way out under the ropes on the otherside, holding his ribs and waving Cross off, heading back up the ramp as Morasca rubbed his back. He was obviously done with it, as Cross was left asking "What the fuck?" in the ring. Cross wins this by count out.

Jim Ross:
Looks like old Drake got a case of the limber tail there, Mick!

Mick Foley:
Hey, Cross took it to the outside, which in days of old was a disqualification... I think Younger might have been seriously injured there. I really don't even think these guys should be coming off of the top turnbuckle, to be honest, it's just negligent. This hardcore, extreme style stuff is detrimental, believe me! These kids can really get hurt! There's no shame in living to fight another day.

Jim Ross:
Like Hell there isn't! Did you have a lunch meat sandwich earlier, Mick, cause that's biggest bunch of bologna I've heard in a dog's age! No shame in quittin'... from what I heard, this guy is supposed to be some kind of hardcore wrestler, taking trashcans and steel chairs to the head and what not, you're telling me he can't take a blow to the outside? Give me a break! In any event, up next we've got another debut, as this man, The Monk, he's taking on that wild man, "The Ninja" Fakad- excuse me, it's Facade, my apologies, and it's going to be a barn burner!


"The Warrior Monk" AKUMA vs. "The Suburban Ninja" Facade

AKUMA comes out to some ominous chanting, and makes quite the impression early. He doesn't speak or show any emotion, but goes right after Facade, who is very leery of his foe. AKUMA shows great striking prowess throughout, as well as technical ability. Facade is more of a wild man, coming off of the ropes and using quick reversals, managing to send AKUMA to the outside with a quick armdrag reversal at one point and hit a Springboard Moonsault to the outside! Facade rolls AKUMA into the ring and tries to hit a Moonsault Legdrop off of the top, but AKUMA rolls out of the way, running and catching Facade with a Koppou Kick as he got to his knee, following up by grabbing his head and then stomping it into the mat brutally, which was enough to get the pinfall!

Jim Ross:
Boy, I tell ya, Mick, this Monk guy, whatever his name is, he's a real phenom! He took the beating to the Ninja tonight, and it was all business! What a bruiser!

Mick Foley:
I know I wouldn't want to get kicked by this guy, that's for sure. Facade found out the hard way that it's the silent ones you have to watch out for.


"The Russian Hooligan" Alex Koslov vs. "The Complete Athlete" Tony Nese

Nese showed a lot of promise in his debut here, showing veritable striking prowess, a lot of agility, and some impressive power, but it was unfortunately only in short bursts, as this was really a showcase for Koslov. The fans were eating up Koslov as the heel and he played it very well, working his gimmick nicely and showing off his own agility, timing, and signature moves, nearly winning the match with a Springboard Splash and Frogsplash into an Elbowdrop, but Nese showed heart in kicking out. Nese would botch a springboard attempt at one point, landing flat on his face, which Koslov was able to save with some comedy as a few of the more fickle fans chanted, "You fucked up!" In the end, it was Koslov locking on his Red Scare II, dropping Nese with the Fisherman's Buster into a Guillotine Choke which earned him the tap out victory.

Jim Ross:
That Koslov, he's not a very likable guy, but he sure got the job done tonight. That Tony Nese, though, he's a real horse, and I doubt we've heard the last from that kid. He has unlimited potential from where I'm sitting!

Mick Foley:
Both men put on a great effort, but you could see Nese, despite all of his attributes, just didn't seem to be as comfortable as Koslov and sometimes it's that confidence, that "x-factor," if you will, that makes all of the difference, and tonight, you could see just that. Big ups to Alex Koslov for a sound victory!


Josh Prohibition vs. "The Final Boss" Kenny Omega

The local boy Prohibition was taking on the world traveled Omega here, and it was really anybody's match from the get go. Prohibition was able to pull out some slick moves, such as a Rope Hung Fireman's Carry Cutter, to get some near falls, but it was Omega who was really on his game. Omega was able to get the crowd behind him after a big Front Flip Senton Suicida to the outside, winning them over even more with his unorthodox Hadouken attack and theatrical antics, but it was a second variation of that Hadouken to Prohibition's face as he was kneeling following a Leapfrog Bulldog which was enough to put him away for the three count!

Mick Foley:
Last week we saw Omega use the very impressive Croyt's Wrath to put away his opponent, but this week he opts to go for the knockout blow, hitting a wild double palm strike to the face of Prohibition, which I believe he calls the Hadouken, and that was all she wrote for the local favorite!

Jim Ross:
Sometimes you don't have to get fancy to get the job done, as you know. A good shot to the head'll take you out quicker than anything, if you ask me. That kid Omega, he's building up a following, as these fans just eat it up every time he steps inside that squared circle! It's the kind of energy you want to experience live! A word from our sponsors here, this show tonight has been brought to you by... oh, man, I love these... they're fruity, FRUITY, FRUITY, BAW GOD, THEY'RE DELICIOUS SKITTLES! TASTE THE RAINBOW!

Mick Foley:
Ha, wow... and by Burger King, who reminds you to "Have It Your Way"... and have a nice day!


KENTA vs. Kid Kash

Neither man shows the other an inch of respect in this match, as they both head right to the center of the ring and start exchanging slaps! The fans are on their feet, as neither man relents, slapping back and forth, before it turns into a battle of the low kicks! KENTA starts to get the better of it, but Kash grabs him by the head and begins to nail him with inside elbow strikes! These two roll on the mat, exchanging blows, before Kash locks him into a headlock to try and contain the Japanese superstar. From there, the pace just stays high, which causes the match to be rather short, but it's eventful, both men scrapping on the outside and bouncing each other pillar to post. KENTA flies off of the apron at one point, nailing a Buisaiku Knee Kick to Kash. Kash manages to chop KENTA to the throat and clothesline him over the railing, before hitting a Huracanrana off of the railing into the crowd. KENTA nails a big Go 2 Sleep on the outside, but before they can get back in, Kash nails a deadly Brainbuster on the apron, flying of it and allowing KENTA to smash head first and crash and burn on the outside! Kash would nail a Double Jump Twisting Moonsault on the inside, but only a two count! KENTA strikes his way back to dominance and locks on an Octupus Stretch, but Kash is able to get to the ropes to break it. KENTA attempts another Go 2 Sleep, but Kash blocks it and snaps off a quick Huracanrana! KENTA is up and tries for another Buisaiku Knee Kick, but Kash slides under it and springboards off of the ropes, twisting and nailing a Spinning DDT! Kash attempts a Powerbomb, but KENTA blocks, breaking free and hitting a KENTA Rush, before coming off of the ropes and hitting the Buisaiku Knee Kick! He goes for the cover, but Kash kicks out! KENTA attempts another Go 2 Sleep, but Kash rolls off of his back and kicks him, trying for the Money Maker, but KENTA escapes, trying to lock on his Game Over after a quick take down, but Kash rolls through it and deliver three massive Crossface Punches before locking on a Katahajime! KENTA is locked up in the center of the ring and has nowhere to go, so the referee calls it! Kid Kash has defeated KENTA!

Jim Ross:
BAW GOD! BAW GOD! KID KASH CHOKED HIM OUT! SHADES OF TAZ THERE, AS HE CHOKES OUT KENTA!

Mick Foley:
Kid Kash is a well known veteran who's been all over, but he had to be the underdog, and to pick up this victory was huge. That was an amazing showing by both men, and Kash, you could just tell he really wanted this, and wanted it more than KENTA, and his heart prevailed tonight.


Delirious vs. "Die Hard" Eddie Edwards

This was the match of the night. I mean, we've seen some good stuff so far, and there are some good matches coming, but these two showed just great mat wrestling ability early, with some really nice chain wrestling and psychology, as Delirious was clearly the favorite and his wild persona worked well against the more straight laced and focused Edwards, who showed a mean streak and wasn't going to fall into any of Delirious traps. Delirious would try to play mind games, but "Die Hard" proved to be right in step with him and kept the fight coming with strikes and holds, and he even pulled off a Missile Dropkick about mid-match for a two count. Delirious' would rely on his second to none grappling and hard chops to keep him above water, and his mental instability and toughness probably allowed him to go on longer than any normal man would, withstanding some really top notch submission attempts from Edwards, able to knee his way out of a Dragon Sleeper and escape multiple attempts at the Half Boston Crab with his life. To Edwards' credit, he was able to escape two attempts at the Cobra Stretch and kicked out of the Bizzaro Driver, not willing to give it up. Edwards would show his frustration, stomping on Delirious' head as he applied yet another Half Crab, really wrenching it back, before turning it into an Achilles Hold, but Delirious would somehow will himself to the ropes to break it. Edwards would pull Delirious from the ropes and try to reapply his signature hold, but Delirious would roll him up quickly with an Inside Cradle, and a tight one it was, as that was enough to secure the pinfall!

Jim Ross:
You just can't blink with a guy like Delirious, or you can be on your back and down for the three count quicker than a hiccup! Both men implored that catch-as-catch-can style, and it was a wrestling classic for the ages!

Mick Foley:
I mean, that's really what's it's all about right there, when you get down to pure wrestling. It could have went either way, and Delirious, somehow, someway, managed to outsmart Edwards and keep his winning ways going. I'd sure love to see a rematch, that's for sure.


Spanky vs. Ricochet

Spanky's superior mat wrestling was the big deciding factor in this match. Spanky was able to neutralize Ricochet for the most part, who showed some decent mat ability, but just really couldn't hang with Spanky. Ricochet would manage to use his striking ability to break free and use some of his lucha libre skills to set Spanky off balance, but Spanky would catch him with a swift Superkick to counter a Springboard Diving move attempt, doubling Ricochet over and onto all fours. From there, Spanky hooks his shins behind Ricochet and rolls him around the ring in circles before bridging back in an inverted Prawn Hold, which is enough to hold Ricochet down for the three. Both men shake hands afterwards in a nice show of respect.

Jim Ross:
The cleverness of Spanky cannot be overstated. He's got a lot of ways he can beat you, and you never know where it's coming from!

Mick Foley:
When you've been under the tutelage of guys like Shawn Michaels and William Regal, that tends to happen. He's really a wrestler's wrestler, as he knows all of the angles and every inch of that ring, and he can work it to his advantage.



"The Middle Eastern Nightmare" Sheik Abdul Bashir, Chris Sabin, "The Death Machine" Chris Dickinson vs. "The Hurricane" Shane Helms, Billy Kidman, "The Kentucky Crippler" BJ Whitmer

This match had a little more structure compared to last week's main event, as we had some pretty good show downs between each of the six competitors, each wrestler doing their job of working the crowd to make them react how they needed to, while showcasing their abilities. Dickinson was a real workhorse in this match, showing that he was the most powerful wrestler in the ring and perhaps the most reviled, as he went out of his way to get as much heel heat as possible. Bashir is generally hated, but the mannerisms that "The Death Machine" implores and his gestures just makes him a real heat magnet. He and Whitmer were absolutely vicious in the ring together, as they tried to tear each other apart with every punch, kick, and chop, Whitmer getting the better at one point but catching an upward kick from the mat that turned the tides. Helms and Kidman both didn't seem to want too much to do with Dickinson's stiffness, but with Sabin and Bashir, it was some really entertaining stuff. Kidman and Helms were also able to pull off some nice double team moves together, hitting a Backdrop/Neckbreaker and Backbreaker/Middle Rope Legdrop combo, showing that they've definitely been in the ring together before. Helms was able to nail his Vertebreaker on Sabin, but the pin attempt was broken up with a Frog Splash from Bashir! The two would battle on the outside, as Kidman came in and tried to pick up the pieces, only to get caught into an STF from Dickinson! Whitmer would break up the STF with some vicious stomps to Dickinson, picking him up and delivering his Regal-Plex, but Dickinson would kick out! Sabin was able to catch Whitmer with a Springboard Swinging DDT, which lead to Dickinson nailing perhaps the most devastating finisher in NWA War Zone, The Brain Eater (La Magistral Driver), crushing Whitmer right on the back of his neck to the gasp of the fans, before locking in a Rings of Saturn! Bashir was choking Helms on the outside with a wire, while Sabin held off Kidman at the ropes. Whitmer would not give up, however, causing the referee to have to call the match before serious injury could be done! Dickinson, however, would not let go, causing security and even some of the boys from the back to come out to have to break things up!

Jim Ross:
This sick son of a bitch won't let him go! What more does he want!? You got the win, Dickinson, show some class! BJ Whitmer, not an ounce of quit in him, opting to pass out from the pain, not wanting to give Dickinson the satisfaction, and you know it's eating him up inside!

Mick Foley:
Dickinson is rabid in there, his eyes like an animal that's been caged for too long and is completely deranged.

Jim Ross:
Well I think he needs to be put down! What a bastard!

The show goes off of the air as Dickinson still wrenches back on the hold, security trying to desperately pry him off.

[sam]

That card was pretty awesome. The set up for the main event was pretty good. "Never-will-bes" Loved the card and the style that the card was presented.

[Dustin Smith]

The banter between Foley and Ross is great. The matches were a good length, not to painfully long and better than one liners. Somewhere along the way I became a Koslov fan so it's good to see him doing well in War Zone.

[Deleted]

Thanks a lot, guys. Yeah, I try not to make the match write ups too long, and in some cases really try to make them short, but I also think if it's supposed to be a good match, I should really go into some of the nuances rather than just say, "This was a great match!" Anyway, I'm really glad you guys liked it, I really enjoyed writing it, and I'm having fun with my announce team, I'm glad somebody else is enjoying it.