Power Surge Results 07/29/13
Jul 29, 2013 16:21:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 16:21:42 GMT -7
Date: July 29th, 2013
Location: Gwinnett Center, Atlanta, Georgia
Commentator: Don West & Scott Hudson
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SINGLES MATCH
Cutter vs. Nick Shroom
Cutter is all of 6'01" and 237 lbs., coming to the ring with his worn jeans, leather gloves, and a bad attitude. He sports a leather vest upon his entrance with his biker club's colors and a long, dark beard and braided ponytail. The exact opposite of him, in many ways, is the second man to step out for this match, a man introduced as "Toxic" Nick Shroom. Shroom appears to have a hippie sort of sentimentality, as he sports patched up brown corduroy shorts, his knee pads and kickpads being tie dyed black and purple, and his arm covers tie dyed green and white as they cover the white fist tape over his hands. Shroom's ponytail is not braided, but bushy and sporting streaks of color throughout it of various shades. He seems to have more fan fare than the rough and rugged Cutter.
Throughout the match, the commentators seem to rotate between calling Cutter "The Devil's Disciple" and "The Devil's Reject", but one thing is certain, he has a very evil intent, twisting and contorting his smaller opponent's 193 lbs. frame whenever he could get a grip on him before trying to smash him into the mat. Shroom shows a pretty solid technical wrestling aptitude, though, as he manages to find a reversal for many of the malicious moves Cutter tries to employ on him, snapping off quick kicks and forearms to try and shake up the bigger man and go for quick roll-ups to escape with a win. Shroom would get a little too confident at one point, trying for a Springboard Crossbody and getting caught in mid-air by the biker. It seemed almost botched the way Cutter transitioned him, but he managed to get him up into the Powerbomb position, attempting his Devil's Ride (Last Ride), but Shroom would manage to push himself over and behind Cutter. Shroom catches Cutter with a backwards kick and the fans are fired up, thinking he's going to win it as he tries for his Toxicity (Standing Shiranui), but Cutter manages to reverse it. Shroom lands on his feet and "The Devil's Disciple" floors him with a massive Lariat, spinning him completely around, and that's it. It's all over. Cutter has secured the first win in the first ever match in Power Surge Wrestling history.
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SEGMENT
Kyle Matthews, the self-proclaimed "Antichrist of Professional Wrestling" and current NWA World Heavyweight champion, makes his way to the ring accompanied by disciple in the Prophecy, "Pope" D'Angelo Dinero. Matthews grabs a microphone.
"Oh, how I wish I could say it's great to be home, but let's be honest. Look at this place..."
Matthews looks around disgusted as "Pope" laughs.
"This is pathetic."
The fans really start to lay into the champion here, initially giving him a halfway decent reaction, being that this is his home state and all, but all of that is gone.
"This place brings back all of the bad memories and experiences, all of things I've endured in my life, that I've tried to overcome, and now? Now I'm the best in the world, and I am the undisputed champion of the world. No one has been able to take me down, and no one ever will."
Matthews smiles, nodding his head as people shout out obscenities at him.
"Nice, nice, I'm glad to see you've all been brushing up on your four letter words. It's pretty impressive, considering it doesn't look like anyone in this crowd made it out of the third grade. Go ahead and give yourselves a hand! Since my right hand is occupied, allow my left hand to give you all a finger..."
Matthews smiles wider, flipping off everyone around and he really has everyone eating up his heel shtick here. He stops all of the posturing, though, and gets down to business.
"You see, I've been wrestling all over the world, defending my belt, beating the so-called best this business has to offer, and I haven't met one challenge yet. Hell, last month I was headlining in Madison Square Garden, but now? Now I find myself here. Excuse me if I'm none too impressed with all the... where are we, 'Pope'?"
D'Angelo cups his mouth and answers Matthews, snickering as he does.
"Gwinnett Center? You kiddin' me? Well, now I'm here and they are wanting to fight someone. They haven't even told me who, and that's fine, as it doesn't even matter. I'll put my title on the line against anybody, anywhere. I heard Ron Killings was here, maybe he'll come out here and do a little dance and rap show for you guys and then I'll make him tap out. Or, wait, you know who else I saw back there? Mark Jindrak! Bring his ass out here! I didn't even know he was in the United States anymore! I thought he was down there in Mexico snortin' drugs with a bunch of midgets and transvestites, but no, low and behold, he's here in Georgia. What a treat! Speaking of drug abusers, why not bring out old BJ Whitmer, the guy we kicked the crap out of not too long ago and sent packin'. Maybe he wants a shot at me! So who's it going to be? Like I said, it doesn't matter who it is, because the NWA is on its last legs and so goes professional wrestling. I am the end... and there is no one who can stop it!"
With that, though, an unfamiliar face emerges from the back, and he is accompanied by a rather large monolith of a man. The man in front has shorter blonde hair and is wearing red trunks with silver design with the initials "JM" in the center of them. The other man is wearing a Florida Panthers hockey jersey and jeans. The man has a microphone in hand.
"Well, Kyle, that all sounds good from your point of view, but why don't you shut your mouth and listen to mine!"
The fans give a cheer, just because the man told the champion to shut his mouth. Matthews is intrigued and retorts.
"How about you make me, who ever the Hell you are?"
The man smiles now, narrowing his glare.
"My name is Jace Maynard, and I am 'The Messiah of the Mat', and I'm going to be the man taking you to school tonight, and lifting that belt there off your waist. It doesn't sound like you value it all that much, so I doubt you'll miss it. Thanks for keeping it warm for me, though, that was really thoughtful of you..."
Maynard lowers his mic, grinning. Matthews is now laughing quite a bit.
"Oh, okay... okay. Who put you up to this, and what the Hell is that guy behind you? Who is he supposed to be? What the Hell is going on here? Where's the real competition? Is this what I used my frequent flier miles for?"
Matthews and Dinero exchange remarks to themselves, obviously very amused. Maynard continues.
"The man behind me is TJ Enforcer, and he's the guy who's going to twist your boys' head off and kick it into the cheap seats if he tries to lay a finger on me tonight! You see, me and TJ, we aren't exactly buddies or pals, but you'll find out that around here, and maybe around the whole damn country when it comes to your sorry ass, our locker room pulls together when a threat enters the building. You are just that... a threat, Matthews. A threat to this whole business. You're trying to take money from our hands, food our mouths, and trying to leave us without a sport. Maybe I'm not going to win tonight... I think I can. Regardless, if you do succeed, and you do ruin this business, I'll at least know that I got my licks in on your sorry ass when it's all said and done! So if I were you, and thank God I'm not, I'd be wiping that stupid grin off your face and start shining that belt up for me; might make me go easy on you if it's looking real nice when you get out here. Above all else, though, you'd better go practice tapping out, cause that's exactly how your night's gonna end!"
Maynard drops his mic now and waves goodbye, smile on his face. He's sure got a lot of balls for some guy nobody has ever seen in the ring, at least anybody in the know, and Kyle Matthews' once amused expression now looks more serious, now that Maynard can't see his face. It looks like the tough talk might have got him into game mode.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Dom Dillon & Maurice Porter vs. John Ronin & Richie Steamboat
Dillon is wearing greasy blue Dickies and has axle grease on his hands, his mixed complexion, bald head, and goatee all looking a bit grubby. It's apparent this guy has been working on cars all day, and he carries a very big wrench with him to the ring. His partner, Maurice "The Beast" Porter, has a lot of energy, as his dark skin ripples with muscles and veins, the intensity showing from his as he bangs his braided hair for the fans and tries to get them into this match. Richie Steamboat comes out wearing blue trunks and kickpads, his hair slicked back and sporting a goatee of his own, while his partner is wearing black trunks and kickpads, the trunks having a red outlined face of a Samurai's mask on the front of them and the kickpads sporting red outlined Samurai swords on the front of each pad. He appears to be about half-Asian, of what specific ethnicity it's not clear, but it is clear he wants people to think he is Japanese, so we'll go with that.
Porter and Dillon are both pretty big guys, with Porter coming in at 6'04" and 245 and Dillon looking to be about 6'01" and 230. Steamboat and Ronin don't really come close to either of those numbers, but they both show some quick moves and fighting spirit and that seems to be enough to carry them through this short contest. The match has a lot of Steamboat getting beaten down by the two bigger men, taking a few near falls but hot tagging out to Ronin. Ronin hits some kicks and chops, and even pulls out a Huracanrana on Dillon, but only gets a two count. Porter would come back in and turn the tides, crushing Ronin with a Muscle Buster that looked like it could end things, but Steamboat made the save. Steamboat would catch Dillon with a Sling Blade after a chaotic brawling sequence involving all four men, Ronin and Porter getting knocked out of the ring in the process, and that was enough to earn his team the three count.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Brian Carbine & Darrell Hunter vs. Cole Miller & Logan Blaze
Carbine would come to the ring, glaring like a very sick individual through his long brown hair, sporting long black tights with red machine gun designs on each leg. Hunter comes out looking very rugged, sporting forest cammo shorts and a sleeveless flannel shirt, his fists wrapped and ready for a fight. Their opponents, however, couldn't have been more different from them. Cole Miller steps out, his hair featuring designs and highlights, his tights a velvety looking purple with deep green designs, and his arms and shoulders covered in vines and small flowers, among other designs. It is clear that he is rather... effeminate, but it doesn't seem to be some sort of gimmick. Atlanta is home to one of the largest gay communities in the world, so... yeah. Anyway, behind him comes "The Action Star" Logan Blaze, who has in hand what appears to be a grenade. The fans all sort of cringe as he pulls the pin and throws the grenade behind him, more out of instinct than anything, and what they get ten seconds afterwards is a blast of pyro from the stage as Blaze poses at the end of the ramp; Blaze is wearing a denim jacket and chomping on a toothpick, his white tights engulfed in flame designs, as are the white kickpads over his black boots.
"The Assault Weapon" Brian Carbine doesn't waste any time attacking both of his opponents with kicks and elbows as they enter, getting things going before the bell as Hunter looks on, taken a bit off guard but he rolls with it and this match gets underway.
This is a wild brawl dominated by Carbine and Hunter early, as that sneak attack afforded them a nice advantage, but Blaze and Miller showed guile in withstanding the blows and then finding opportune times to counter, Miller most dramatically doing so on the outside to Hunter as he saw a running attack coming and spun, grabbing Hunter's head between his calves and sending him over the railing into the crowd with a crude headscissors. Miller would then pull the railing closer to the ring and hop up on the apron, launching up the top rope and flipping backwards, crashing out onto Hunter on the floor of the crowd to the excitement of the fans and Don West!
"OH MY GOD, SCOTT, HE HOPS THE RAIL AND CREAMS HUNTER ON THE OUTSIDE! OUCH!"
Blaze is able to catch Carbine with a Reverse STO into the buckles after catching Carbine flying in with an avalanche, turning the tides for him in a big way after being beat on relentlessly by the crafty ex-military man. Carbine is nothing if not tough, though, and would manage to fight through the flashy offense of "The Hero," at one point floating over a Reverse Suplex attempt of some sort and smashing Blaze to the back of the head with an elbow, followed by a Double Stomp to the back of his head that smashed his face into the canvas!
"Somebody call a plastic surgeon! His face just got creamed into the canvas!"
There goes West again...
Miller is back in to make the save, stomping Carbine and catching him with knees and kicks before hitting a Swinging Fisherman's Suplex, but only a two! Hunter is back in, though, and catches Miller with a Spinning Back Suplex, and things get really chaotic once more. The match ends in a big finale, as Miller hits a Running Corner Clothesline on Carbine, his legs flying between the ropes, and he slides through, heading up top for something. Hunter catches him up top and tries to take him down, but Miller punches him away, catching him with a big Open Palm Strike to send him staggering away. Hunter is doubled over and Blaze is running at him and catches him... THE EXPLOSIVE ENDING (FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER)! Hunter rolls out of the ring and Miller jumps in the air, spinning and landing in a split legged position, and he twists, trying for a move he calls the Climactivation (Starship Pain) but Carbine is able to move out of the way! The fans are on their feet! Blaze goes after Carbine, running at him as he picks himself up, but "The Assault Weapon" low bridges him and Blaze flies to the outside! Carbine grabs Miller off the mat, who is still trying to get the wind back in him, and he attempts his M4 (Half Nelson Pumphandle Driver), but Miller breaks away with elbows, causing Carbine to stumble, facing the ropes. Miller jumps, catching him with a knee to the top of the back and then pulls him out, and then lifts him, driving him down with the Dream Machine (Leg Hook Belly to Back Suplex into a Piledriver)! Miller drapes the leg over his chest, reaching across and grabbing his opposite leg and the referee makes the pinfall!
"What a match! Carbine gets creamed there and it's all over!"
Thanks, Don.
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SINGLES MATCH
BJ Whitmer vs. Jayson Rowe
BJ is looking intense, but also personable, making his way out in black semi-short trunks with grey designs and slapping a few of the fans hands. On the way to the ring to face him, though, is a man standing at 6'05" and weighing 250 lbs., and he looks like he means business. With his short cropped hair and a long goatee coming from his chin, he's wearing black trunks with "ROWE" scrawled across the front in burnt orange, his face looking almost without emotion as he wrings his hands together and prepares for a fight with a very well traveled veteran.
Whitmer wants to see what the bigger man has on the mat, and is successful in getting it down there early. He was out matched in the lock up, but managed to get him down and begin working over his left arm. Rowe would manage to get a rope break, and buy himself some time. Whitmer would attack the arm again, but Rowe would manage to take him down with a backbreaker variation, and begin doing some work of his own, wrenching the Owensboro, Kentucky, native to the left and right as he had his knee placed in his back, trying to slow down the assault coming his way. Whimter would manage to survive a couple of pin attempts, kicking out promptly as two and trying each time to regain control of the arm, but Rowe would use some brawling to back him into the corner and punish him. Whitmer would begin to strike back, targeting the legs now, as he fires off some stiff shoot kicks to the hamstrings of the bigger man, but Rowe neutralizes him with a headbutt and then takes him down with a big Body Slam, dropping an elbow and going for another cover, but just a two. Rowe calls for the end and tries to catch Whitmer with a big Running Boot, but Whitmer dodges it and catches him with a low spin kick, followed by a Hammerlock on the left arm, which he turns into a Back Suplex! Whitmer then proceeds to lock on a Cross Armbar, but Rowe gets to the ropes!
With Rowe on the ropes, Whitmer tries to take him over his a German Suplex, and he does! Whitmer goes for the cover, but only a two, and he's back to going for the Cross Armbar! Rowe has his hands locked, though, and begins to slam his wily opponent off the mat, before lifting him and pulling him over into a Death Valley Driver! Rowe goes for another cover, but Whitmer won't quit! Frustrated, Rowe yells out and the fans get behind Whitmer, but it doesn't matter. Rowe begins to just pummel him with punches and then picks him up, looking for a Powerbomb, perhaps, but Whitmer reverses it into a DDT! Both men are down!
The referee begins the ten count, and Whitmer is up first. He picks up Rowe and tries to lock him in for an Exploder Suplex, but Rowe breaks free and attempts to lock him into a Full Nelson! Whitmer slips out of that and goes for another German Suplex, but Rowe knows enough to hook the leg and then blasts him with a back elbow. Rowe measures him up and tries for a Lariat, but Whitmer ducks under and catches him with a Reverse STO! Whitmer goes on to try and lock on the Peruvian Necktie, but Rowe rolls and tries up Whitmer, mounting on top of him and raining down right and left hand punches now, a clear fury burning in his eyes!
Rowe grabs him with both hands around the neck and begins to pull him up, before lifting him into the air by his neck! Whitmer is fighting back with punches and knees, but Rowe bursts forward and smashes him kidneys first into the turnbuckles! Whitmer drops to his knees and tries to crawl away, but Rowe grabs him by the left arm and pulls it under his jaw, stooping down and lifting him up onto his shoulders as he does into the Torture Rack position. Rowe yells out...
"DEATH ROWE!"
... and proceeds to hit the move of the same name, a Cut-Throat Torture Rack Neckbreaker!
"WHAT TREMENDOUS IMPACT!"
And Rowe makes the cover, lazily hooking the leg as he grimaces out to the fans, securing his first victory in impressive fashion.
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SIX WOMAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Kaitlyn, Mickie James, and Serena Deeb vs. Brooke Tessmacher, Maria Kanellis, and Taryn Terrell
Tessmacher, Kanellis, and Terrell all came out with a lot of attitude, flaunting their stuff and not wanting anything to do with the fans here. On the contrary, Kaitley, James, and Deeb would all come out very energetic and slapping hands, trying to get the fans behind them and that's pretty much what happened here.
There wasn't a lot of structure or fancy moves here, as we had Deeb getting beat on and humiliated by her opponents most of the match, Kanellis obviously the ring leader of her team and calling the shots. Kaitlyn would prove to the be the muscle of her team and the big difference maker in the end, taking out Kanellis with a Spear to win the match and it seems she really pissed off the self-proclaimed "First Lady of Wrestling" in the process... not that she cares.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
James Storm & Matt Sydal (SB) vs. Ron Killings & Xavier Woods
Storm and Sydal make their way out, Storm drinking a beer, wearing a duster, and sporting a cowboy hat, while Sydal tries to get the fans jacked and ready for this contest. Their team is known as "Flying While Intoxicated", and they've been mainstays in NWA South Beach for quite some time, and have quite a bit of experience teaming together at this point. On the flip side you have Ron "The Truth" Killings teaming up with his former partner, the former Consequence Creed, Xavier Woods. Killings is wearing white airbrushed jeans with the "TRUTH" on the leg in blue and black, and he's dancing with a mic in hand, trying to get the fans pumped and behind them. Woods has long dreaded hair now being held back in a green bandana, and he wears green and black tights. The team formerly known as Truth and Consequences take their corner and look ready for action.
What you had here was a well played match of two fan favorite teams, with Storm relying on some underhanded tactics to add some dynamic but it didn't take away any of his appeal or fanfare. These guys are all great workrate warriors, so the tempo of this match was pretty much boom, boom, boom... there was just a lot going on, whether it be big dives or high impact moves, somebody always seemed to be getting "creamed" and it was a fun affair. Ron Killings felt like he was going to have the match won, hitting a Vertical Suplex into a Stunner on Sydal, but Storm with break it up with a Flying Leg Drop! Woods would try to catch Storm would get up and see Woods springboarding in, and caught him flush in mid-air with a Superkick!
"OH WOW, WOODS GETS CREAMED WITH THAT SUPERKICK! WOODS MIGHT BE DEAD, SCOTT!"
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NO DISQUALIFICATION FOUR WAY MATCH
Evan Knight vs. Max Slayer vs. Taylor Cross vs. Wayward Son
Evan Knight is a very straight forward guy, black trunks and boots, short brown hair, five o'clock shadow. You can see a scar on his forehead from where he suffered a bad head injury, which the commentators say has cost him his life as he knew it. He lost his memory, his family, everything, but instinctively remembers his craft: pro wrestling and grappling, and that's all he has to live for and he fights like every one might be his last. Max Slayer comes out with short bangs and long hair, looking he just stepped off rhythm guitar for Judas Priest in his short cut-off jean shorts, also with some black kneepads and boots and a sleeveless band shirt he takes off at the start of the match. Taylor Cross wears black semi-short trunks with red X's on each leg and has red X's on each black kneepads. Wayward Son comes out with sunglasses on, his wispy brown longish hair parted to the side, slightly receding as it comes down in bushy sideburns. Wayward is wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a skull like design on it, something you might find at Walmart, and a pair of gym shorts, also sporting mismatched blue and off white kneepads and black boots. He makes like he's some sort of sex symbol or something, blowing kisses at the females in a sleazy way and having a sort of deviant posture, and you can just tell this guy is trouble.
As the match begins, these guys waste no time heading right out, as Cross and Wayward trade quick right hands and knee lifts, trying to knock each other for a loop. Knight has tackled Slayer and these two are rolling on the floor, trading blows as Knight tries to lock him into a hold to try and make him tap, perhaps, but Slayer is very squirmy and manages to escape. Wayward gets one up on Cross, blocking a clothesline and dropping him throat first on the guardrail. He heads over and dropkicks Knight to the back, sending him into the crowd and then tosses Slayer into the crowd. Wayward poses a bit and jaws with the fans before turning to maybe get a runway in front of him for a dive into the crowd, but Cross is running at him! Wayward ducks and Back Body Drops his assailant, and Cross flips and crashes right into Slayer and Knight on the outside! Wayward waits for all three men to get up and dives out onto them with a Crossbody Block!
The brawling around the ring ensues before they head back in. Slayer slides in a table, and some chairs have incidentally made their way in, as the wrestlers have resorted to some more "hardcore" warfare tactics. Cross makes Slayer pay for bringing the table in, however. Slayer lays Cross out on it with a chair shot and heads up top, looking for a move to drive Cross through it, but Cross rolls off and catches him with a jumping kick to the face, following up by driving him through the wood with a move he calls The Crossfire (Cross Arm Iconoclasm)!
"FRICKIN' CRAZY, SCOTT! SLAYER GETS CREAMED THROUGH THE TABLE! MY LORD!"
Wayward manages to grab Taylor by the head and pull him off of Slayer. Both men battle for a moment, trying to take control, but Wayward catches him with a quick Jawbreaker, only dropping to one knee before scooping him up and drilling him with a Northern Lights Bomb! Wayward hooks both legs, banging his head with the cadence of the count, but Knight pulls him off of Knight and locks him into an Achilles Tendon Hold! Wayward twists on the mat, though, reaching up and pulling him down into what he hopes in a tight Small Package, but it's not tight enough. They jockey for position, but Knight gets the better of it, and Wayward gets locked up into a very tight Guillotine Choke, his back to the mat!
Slayer is only now just attempting to pull himself up with the ropes, just barely, and Cross is in no state to make the save. Wayward is forced to tap out, and Knight gets a rare submission win in this type of match! He may not remember who he is, but damn it all if he doesn't know how to survive, showing a lot of grit here.
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SINGLES MATCH
Braveheart vs. Mark Jindrak
Braveheart is a tall, lanky individual who, according to Scott Hudson, has a background in martial arts and boxing, being a former Golden Gloves champion. He has nappy, dirty looking dreadlocks, however, and sports many random tattoos around various parts of his body, none of which seem to professionally done. He wears black shorts and kickpads, and wear white fist tape. Mark Jindrak is just returning from a long stint in Mexico, and looks tanned and ready for action, wearing green and gold attire and pyro exploding as he poses on the entrance ramp.
"These two could not be more of a contradiction, folks! This is going to be wild!"
Don West is psyched, and as the match starts quick with a running strike strike from Braveheart, it's clear to see why. Braveheart is just laying into Jindrak with Muay Thai like knees, but Jindrak is able to catch one and send Braveheart over the ropes and to the floor in grisly fashion. He doesn't seem very pleased at all, and takes off running, leaping and diving to the outside onto his opponent! The fans seem to be pretty into this. Jindrak lays on some SUPER stiff left hand shots, before sending Braveheart into the crowd with a beautiful Dropkick, looking like a million bucks here. Jindrak attempts to do a dive into the crowd, but Braveheart jumps and connects with a BRUTAL Knee Strike, sending Jindrak down consequently onto the guard rail with the side of his face, and he's laying limp on the floor. Braveheart rolls him into the ring and jumps up, driving a Double Knee Drop into his mid-section and tries for a cover, but only a two. Jindrak tries to fight back with elbows and left hands, but Braveheart lights him up with three upwards kicks as he holds his face down in place, following up with a big Double Knee Drop to his back, "creaming" him back down to the canvas, but still just a two count.
Braveheart lays into Jindrak with furious right hands, and then pulls him up, the 6'04" star powering up his 6'06" opponent into Canadian Backbreaker position, but Jindrak slides off his shoulder and runs, catching Braveheart with a big Shoulderblock. Jindrak tells him to get up and catches him with another Shoulderblock. Braveheart stumbles back up and into a big Tilt-to-Whirl Slam, which Jindrak covers on, but just a two! Jindrak claps his hands and waves his arms, telling the fans to "GET UP!"
Jindrak heads to the apron and waits for Braveheart to reach his feet. Jindrak springboards, but gets caught in mid-air with a Spinning Back Backfist! Jindrak flies back into the ring ropes, landing on his feet but he might be out. Braveheart grabs him, drilling him with a Side Suplex, but only gets a two count! Braveheart gets up and Jindrak is sitting. Braveheart tries to deliver a Shoot Kick right to Jindrak's face, but Jindrak falls back, avoiding it, and kips up! Jindrak catches Braveheart with a Back Elbow and runs, springboarding off the middle rope and flying off with a Spinning Back Elbow! Braveheart stumbles up as Jindrak lays in wait, and he lifts him up... MARK OF EXCELLENCE (BACK SUPLEX SIDE SLAM)!
Jindrak hooks the leg, driving his forearm across Braveheart's face, and it's all over! What a fight!
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THREE WAY MATCH
AJ Styles (CPW) vs. Kid Kash vs. Low Ki (SB)
Kid Kash would make his way out, covered in tattoos, hair spiked, and a look of grim determination in his eyes. Low Ki had a very similar look in his eyes, as he makes his way out wearing blue and black trunks and showing a lot of intensity. AJ Styles gets a large chunk of the fan fare, though, as he returns to his native Georgia. Styles is one of the best of all time, and gets showcased as such, pyro going off at his entrance and everything as he wears black and gold tonight. Low Ki and Styles have had many battles in the past, and know each other all too well. Kid Kash is also familiar with these two, as they have all crossed paths at one point or another, and the chemistry was amazing.
This was a dream match, and these fans really were hot for every minute of it. Kash and Low Ki would have the most vicious of the striking contests, though, blasting each other with open hand shots, chops, elbows, and, of course, kicks, which had everyone cringing.
"This is hard to watch... OH! KASH GETS CREAMED WITH A BIG JUMP KICK FROM LOW KI!"
After nailing an Enzuigiri, Ki poses for just a moment, but it's long enough to open him up for a Springboard Clothesline from Styles! Styles sees both Ki and Kash on the outside and sends himself out with a huge Fosbury Flop, somehow landing on his feet as he does and striking his signature pose, earning many "STYLES!" chants and chants of "THIS IS AWESOME!"
The tides would turn, though, on the outside, as the vicious nature of both Ki and Kash should shine through down in that element, and they'd seemingly take most of the advantage. Kash would come out ahead, just barely, with his kicking prowess and a Lariat on Ki to take him down for a minute. Kash rolls Styles into the ring and takes a moment to make it up top. Ki has already basically recovered on the outside, though, fuming as he does. He sees Kash go up top, and Kash jumps, turning on the top buckle, but Ki grabs the top rope and causes Kash to lose his balance... Kash is in the Tree of Woe!
Ki scales the buckles, and the fans are going nuts. Ki slaps Kash in the mid-section and then jumps up...
"IIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" WARRIOR'S WRATH (FLYING DOUBLE STOMP)!
Ki rolls right over Styles on the mat as he hits that, and creates a distance. Styles gets up and Ki tries to kick him, but Styles catches it, pulling the leg in and trying to pull Ki in for the Styles Clash (Double Arm Hook Pancake), but Ki manages to float over it and Sunset Flip Styles over. Ki rolls backwards, not holding Styles down, and then jumps up, "IIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!" He drives a Double Stomp in the chest of Styles as he tries to sit up on the mat!
Ki picks up Styles and attempts the Ki Krusher (Fisherman's Driver), but Styles knees his way out and goes for a Cliffhanger (Crucifix Hold into a DDT), but Ki spins on his shoulder and grabs Styles into a Reverse Facelock, and then twists him over.... DRAGON CLUTCH! Ki has his bent back, but Kash is back up and kicks him. Kash grabs Ki and goes for his Dead Level (Vertical Drop Brainbuster), but Ki knees Kash to reverse it, holds his head down and sends kicks into his face, and then pulls him in... KI KRUSHER!
Ki holds his shoulders down, and he gets the victory! Ki gets a big win there, as he prepares for his big Last Man Standing match with the World Heavyweight champion, Kyle Matthews, on August 25th. Speaking of Matthews... he's up next!
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NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
SINGLES MATCH
Jace Maynard w/ TJ Enforcer vs. Kyle Matthews (c) w/ D'Angelo Dinero
Maynard and Enforcer look much the same as they did earlier, as they come out slowly, showing a confidence in Maynard as he is determined to take his time and fight his match, even down to the ring entrance. Matthews also takes his time, wearing red tights with black designs and sporting a rather bushy beard. D'Angelo has a sleeveless long leather robe of sorts on and is wearing dark sunglasses as he antagonizes the fans who dare boo the champion.
Maynard talked a very big game earlier in a segment with Matthews, answering his open challenge and drawing the ire of everyone in this building. The large man with him stood, never breaking his gaze from Dinero, just ready to try and cave his head in if he tried anything, obviously good at his job. Hudson says that Enforcer was a minor league hockey player for years, but after many fines and a lot of frustration for his physical style and "goon" antics, he left that sport for the wild world of wrestling, where he can punch people in the face as much as he wants.
Maynard professed himself to be "The Messiah of the Mat," but early on one had to wonder if he was eating his words as "The Antichrist" took to him with speed and precision, making a mockery of his challenger early by wrapping up his legs and toying with him, trying to embarrass and humble him for the remarks he made. Matthews would make a miscalculation, though, getting a bit cocky in his taunting before trying a Running Avalanche Dropkick to a dazed Maynard in the corner, Maynard managing to side step and allow the champion to smash into the turnbuckles. Maynard would then mercilessly work over the left leg of the champion, and that was much of the rest of the contest.
Matthews would try to fight for his life and his championship reign as Maynard turned and contorted his leg with various moves, most devastatingly a very high and tight Half Crab, nearly touching the bottom of Matthews' boot to the back of his head. Matthews would continually get rope breaks and try to resort to cheap shots gain leverage, but every time he seemed to pick up speed, Maynard was ready to catch him with a low dropkick or a quick Dragon Screw to take him back down!
Matthews would manage to pull Maynard's tights and send him to the outside to get a breather, before hobbling out to punish him. Matthews would pummel his opponent with right hands and chokes, and just as Dinero thought about trying something, TJ Enforcer ran over and started blasting him with punches, pulling his overcoat or whatever the Hell it is over his head and blasting him with uppercuts!
"THIS IS INSANE! THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY! GET YOU SOME, TJ!"
Matthews would desperately roll Maynard into the ring and try for the Hidaka Lock (Modified Octupus Hold), but Maynard would manage a Small Package for a two count! Maynard would try to grab his leg for a Half Crab again, but Matthews would spin, turning Maynard around and kicking him in the rear! Maynard bounces chest first off of the ropes and Matthews is as quick as he can be with a busted up leg, grabbing him from behind with the O'Connor Roll! He has the tights grabbed and he's pulling back with everything he's got!
Matthews steals one here and these fans are going nuts!
Matthews grabs his belt from the outside and slides into the ring, BLASTING Maynard with it! He then puts the belt in his face and yells, "THIS IS AS CLOSE AS YOU'LL EVER GET TO IT, YOU NOBODY!"
Out to the ring comes LOW KI! LOW KI IS OUT TO THE RING AND HE SENDS MATTHEWS OUT WITH A FRONT DROPKICK FROM HELL!
Matthews bolts, hopping the railing and clutching his belt, hobbling the whole way as he holds his chest. Low Ki is up on the middle turnbuckle staring out at him as these fans cheer, Matthews looking on with a stunned and angry gaze as the show comes to an end.
