"Enter the Crucible" Results 08/24/13

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PRESENTS

"ENTER THE CRUCIBLE"

Date: August 24, 2013
Location: The Wolstein Center, Cleveland, Ohio
Commentators: Aaron Bauer & Denver Colorado

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SEGMENT

Aaron Bauer and Denver Colorado (the man, not the place) welcome the fans to this special first edition of a loose project being called NWA Beyond. The show tonight is being called "Enter the Crucible," and the heat is on here in C-Town, as we pan around the Wolstein Center here in Cleveland, Ohio. This is the venue where the first ever NWA Attitude show took place, the promotion that would eventually become NWA War Zone, and finally NWA Ring Warriors. Ring Warriors recently collapsed under its own weight after trying in earnest to survive after multiple shifts in the structure of the company, desperately trying to make money, bringing in more and more stars, upping production time and again, and was on the verge of a huge event in "Heat Wave," but just could not survive. Now, back where it all began, we are here to perhaps find some closure, as some of the greatest stars of that company have arrived, and some of the greatest young talents from the surrounding territories have come together to make this a night not to be forgotten. The atmosphere is electric, as every true wrestling fan knows the score here. Big time matches, big time rivalries, and big time action have all been promised, and those promises will come to fruition.

Without a doubt the greatest star to come out of the fallen Ring Warriors, Chris Dickinson, "The Original Death Machine," has perhaps his final date with destiny tonight, as he stares down the barrel at one more match with one of his greatest rivals, a man he absolutely loathes, and a man who is currently holding the greatest prize in all of wrestling; that man is "The Anti Christ of Professional Wrestling" himself, Kyle Matthews, the bane of wrestling and the indelible scourge of Hybrid Pro Wrestling. He is a man unpopular the world over, and yet here tonight, he will show up as he did in Madison Square Garden, alone of his own volition, to settle the score once and for all.

No count outs. No time limits. There must be a winner. In this non-title match tonight, Chris Dickinson feels he must do what many have said is impossible, and that is beat the champion clean and decisively. Dickinson has lost one match Matthews by way of submission, and gone to a 60 minute draw with him at Madison Square Garden most recently. Matthews defeat both he and Jon Moxley at the Great American Bash in Boston to make sure that Dickinson could never again compete for his championship as long as his reign remains in tact, but tonight is about a lot more than 10 lbs. of gold. Tonight is about manhood, it's about a grudge, a hatred, and a passion for inflicting punishment that few other men could conjure towards another living soul.

Tonight, two men walk into the center of the abyss, into the blazes of Hell, the crucible of combat awaiting their offerings of pain, but tonight only one man will walk out with their hand raised in victory.

As we pan to the entrance, from behind the curtain steps Chris Dickinson. There is no music, but the cheers of the fans slowly begin to build as more and more realize that he has emerged from behind the scenes. This guy has become a bonafide star thanks to the world wide distribution of the Great American Bash and how big a role he played in that show, and tonight he comes in the clear fan favorite. Dickinson does not look pleased, however. He rarely does, unless it is an insanity or ecstasy driven bout of pleasure, and only then it merely serves as buffer between brimstone and brutality. This man is intense and driven, but wildly vulgar, and while that can be a turn off in some regards, what he hangs his hat on is his ingenuity and that can't be taught or faked. He is the real deal, and what you see is what you get.

Chris Dickinson grabs a microphone as he enters the ring, and then steps in, taking a moment to look out at the fans after he does while he checks to make sure the stick is ready to receive what he has to say.

"I've gotten used... to disappointment. It's just embedded in me, it's part of me, and that's never gonna change. To say I was disappointed when at the pinnacle of my career, the very precipice of it all... the bottom fell out, well... that would be a very big fuckin' understatement."

Dickinson takes a moment, licking his teeth under his lips and has a look of both aggravation and annoyance.

"Everything I've overcame, everything I've worked so hard for... all the blood spilled, the bones broken, the ligaments torn, all the heart break and pain... all of it was finally beginning to pay off. I had a championship, and I had a stake in things. I had a future that looked very, very bright, and then, because it always does... the darkness came in and it TOOK IT FROM ME! Ripped everything from my hands, left my life an empty husk and said, 'Here you go, Chris, go fuck yourself!'"

Dickinson has his hands on his hips now, and these fans are mostly silent, drawn in as he gives them a look into the dark world that has enshrouded him in the last few weeks. He raises the microphone once more now, slightly nodding his head.

"But I am proud; I will persevere, and tonight... tonight, I will be vindicated. Tonight, I will summon everything within me, I will summon all of my hatred, all of my passion, everything that has happened in these last few weeks and months, and I'm going to bury Kyle Matthews' scrawny, smug, undeserving carcass with it after I bury my boot into his fuckin' face!"

The crowd lights up now, as Dickinson is getting fired up.

"You thought you could just brush me off, didn't ya there, Kyle? You thought I was going to go quietly. Hell, you even used your power and your sway, got my contract all signed up with Hybrid Pro, then had my ass buried on the under card. You thought that would break me, but I still won! You couldn't break me there, couldn't hide from me, couldn't escape your next rendezvous with the devil himself, so you used your powers once again, made your threats, played your bullshit games, and you had me shitcanned from the company. Sent me packin' my bags to Japan, but guess what? That's fine.

"I'm back, mothafucker, and we've got business to attend to."

Dickinson is smiling now, shaking his head.

"You couldn't keep me away, Matthews. The almighty "Anti Christ" couldn't keep me out. You thought sending me over there was going to make me disappear, but what you fail to realize is as long as your a blackened, ugly, disgusting blemish on the face of this profession, I will be the chainsaw ready for cosmetic surgery, ready to remove you from the face of the planet once and for all! There is no place far enough, dark enough, no grave deep enough to keep me down, to keep me from coming back, and no prayer LOUD ENOUGH now that can save you from the Hell that you have asked for... that you have begged for, the three ring circus of pain you've invited upon yourself, with your dirty deeds and trangressions, no, no, YOU ARE TOTALLY... ROYAllY FUCKED..."

Dickinson takes a moment to snicker, seeming completely psychotic now as the fans wait in near bated breath.

"... and I will be the jackhammer entering your orifice, destructing your being, destroying you completely, all because you had a dream. You had pride. You sacrificed it all, you gave it all up. You couldn't been respectable, but no, fuck it. You threw that out the window. Sold your integrity like a cheap whore, sold out all of your God given talent, and that's right, you should be called 'The Anti Christ,' because you're nothin' that God ever made or intended. You're fake. You're false. The Father of Lies, but not the Prince of Darkness. You see, you can pretend to be this mastermind, and you've been lucky so far, kept yourself alive, kept your title with you, and you've talked such a game, but you're just Kyle Matthews. Livestock fucker from Georgia who was never meant to be nothin' but an average, a virtual nobody, and you couldn't handle that. You twisted fate, and now you're here. But the ride, the fantasy, your little fuckin' dream, that shit's almost over. It's coming very close to a close, and I think tonight may be just the beginning, but the beginning may be the most painful part of the process... no, fuck that.

"I guarantee it will be. You've tempted fate, and now tonight, for the third time, one on one, you face me. The true vehicle of evil, the true face of madness... the true fuckin' Prince of Darkness. You beat me once... you survived the second time. Tonight, in this trialing time, in this time of pent up rage, when I am at my most frenzied..."

Dickinson flashed a big smile, the veins bulging from his thick, muscled neck.

"... you will face reality, KYLE... and you will not win... and you will not survive... and you will be humbled as I introduce you to darkness, and you will beg for it to be eternal. You will beg for death, for the end, that your existence will end, in your head you scream for the void, but I'm gonna letcha live, Kyle. I'm going to maim you beyond belief, beat you within seconds of congestive heart failure due to extreme trauma, but I'm gonna letcha live. I'm going to let you live out the days of this dream turned nightmare that you have spun, and I am going to watch your empire fall knowing I was the first domino in the line to drop, and I'm going to know that this night is going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

"In other words, 'Anti Christ'..."

Chris smirks to his right side.

"Welcome to Hell."

Dickinson drops the microphone, and walks out of the ring, still in silence. No flashy taunting or gesturing to the fans. He is focused and as driven as we have ever seen him. He is on the edge of complete insanity, and Kyle Matthews forehead is now in the cross-hairs of a wrestling weapon the likes of which we may never have seen.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

Bobby Beverly & Rickey Shane Page vs. Dustin Rayz & Eric Ryan

These are four very impressive talents, and it's because of talents like these that I want to write these shows. These guys are all so smart and driven in the ring; when it comes to psychology, though, I'd probably give the edge to Rayz and Ryan, and they are very good, sound, quick workers who do so many good things every single time they grace a ring. Beverly has a really good, young almost Alex Shelley type of vibe to him in the ring, as far as how quick he can pop off some of his kicks and how he executes some of his moves. He does a more varied array of kicks, though, and he's not as technically proficient, by any means. Beverly isn't like, "Oh my God," like awesome, but I enjoy watching him in every single match I've seen him in, and I do actively watch his stuff because he is entertaining and I like his style a lot. He's good. Rickey Shane Page, on the other hand, id, "Oh my God," awesome and he does things that someone who is 6'04" or 6'05" and 280 or so el bees shouldn't be able to do. I mean, people have had their jaws dropped by the likes of Hugh Morris, Mike Awesome, and Samoa Joe for years because they can do some flying stuff at around that sort of weight. They really don't have anything on this guy. Going to the match at hand, Ryan and Rayz earn the heel heat early by doing some stalling, and they the taunting begins once Rayz manages to take Beverly down and work him over, making frequent tags that cause RSP to get upset and disregard the ref's warnings, going right in with a head full of steam and opening this match wide open. Page would make the critical error of the match for his team, though, attempting a Spiral Tap that missed on Ryan, who would follow up with a Double Stomp from the Middle Turnbuckle to his chest, allowing Dustin Rayz to hit a Sky Twister Press for the pinfall victory!

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SEGMENT

Alex Shelley comes out to a nice pop from these fans here tonight. He's from Detroit, which is about a stones throw away from Cleveland, and while the locals may not have a high opinion of Detroit, they do seem to really like Alex Shelley. Shelley grabs a mic and waits for a minute for the fans to settle down, beginning to speak as they do.

"Wow, you know, it's really great to be back here, back in the town that supported me in some of the greatest moments of my career. I held at one time a championship called the War Zone Wrestling championship, as that's what it was called at the time, War Zone Wrestling, which eventually became Ring Warriors, and then, well, that obviously came to an end. I guess everything does. Back in Ring Warriors, I beat a guy named Johnny Gargano for the World Junior Heavyweight title, you all remember him, right?"

Mostly a positive reaction for Gargano, as this is his home and he has made quite the turn around lately.

"Now, I'd like to think I did pretty well, but I ended up losing that belt to a guy named Bryan Danielson, or "The American Dragon" or whatever you want to call him..."

And this gets a mostly positive reaction, simply because he's fuckin' Bryan Danielson and who doesn't love him?

"Tonight, he and I, we're going to have a little match and I'm going to get another chance to redeem myself and win my title back. Danielson, you know, he's a flip floppy kind of guy. It really depends on the mood with him, he's kind of like a woman in that way. One minute he's nice, he's respectful, he's ready to put on a show; the next minute he's all crazy, desperate, and just wants to do whatever it takes to win. I really have no idea which Bryan Danielson is going to step through that curtain tonight, but I can assure you fans that whichever it is, whoever he is, it's going to be one Hell of a show. Though, I will say, if you're the betting type, smart money should always go on Detroit muscle!"

Shelley does a flexing pose, smiling, but he is interrupted by the sounds of "The Ride of the Valkyries" by Richard Wagner. Out steps Danielson, belt around his waist, as the fans cheer and Shelley looks on, still smiling. Danielson has a mic and begins to address the crowd and Shelley.

"Now you all have been subject to a lot of talk, and I know you came here for action so I'm gonna make it quick. Here's the short and sweet of it, Bryan Danielson is the Junior Heavyweight champion of the World, and he's leaving Cleveland the same way he came, with this belt."

Danielson points to it, saying some words inaudibly as he has the mic lowered and the fans cheer. Shelley scratches his chin, still smiling.

"You see, Shelley here has failed to mention that I have beaten him twice already in matches for this title. I've beaten him in matches not for this title... in truth, I'm just superior to him, and that's the wrestler that I'm going to be tonight: the superior wrestler. That has never changed, and it doesn't change tonight. Just like Detroit has had to succumb to their financial woes and admit that they are bankrupt, just as the Motor City must hang their heads in shame, so to should Alex Shelley realize that his chances at glory are now bankrupt, and tonight, I will make sure he hangs his head in defeat for a third time after I make him tap out."

Shelley does a small golfers clap as the fans cheer and mouths, "We'll see" as they both make their way to the back and the action prepares to get underway.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

Facade & Jason Gory vs. Josh Prohibition & Matt Cross

Facade and Gory have the youth advantage, and seemed to have more vigor early on, but the formerly dubbed "Youthanazia" would turn up the heat on them later. "M-Dogg" Matt Cross can still do a mean dive to the outside, though his now very long, full beard may be the most charismatic thing about this tag team. Prohibition is a guy who is very respected in this region, as he has been very influential in the young careers of many, as has Cross, for that matter, and he was the more grounded, hard hitting member of his team, and that earned him the most near falls throughout. What really hindered this was the lack of any real emotional attachment for the fans to grab onto; there wasn't much of a story, past the back and forth ebb and flow of the moves and big spots being done, and while that can be entertaining, it'd of been better if they would have played up a more "crafty veteran" type of angle for Prohibition and Cross, and maybe a more "young punk" sort of thing for Facade and Gory, but it just wasn't there; albeit, these guys weren't given a lot of time. It looked as though Facade and Gory were going to be at least somewhat menacing as they entered the ring, but that wasn't really the case. This match did clock in at just under eight minutes, though, so I think they were all just trying to do some cool looking stuff and just kind of stay on time and out of the way. In the end, it was Gory who would pick up the win for his team. Facade would catch Prohibition with a Springboard Gamenjiri, allowing Gory the opportunity to head up top and hit a 450 Splash. Facade would grab Cross as he tried to make the save, and that was the end of it.

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SEGMENT

Drew Gulak makes his way out to the ring and grabs a microphone. Gulak says that he has come here to get recognized. He says that the sport of professional wrestling is the oldest in all of the world, and that he believes he embodies what it means to be truly great at this profession. He says tonight, like him or not, it doesn't matter, because by the end, everybody is going to respect him!

This leads to his opponent for the night, Frankie Arion, making his way out from the back. Frankie also has a mic, and he says Gulak can wear his old man tights and try to emulate whoever he wants, but tonight he will be remembered for one thing and one thing only, and that's being the stepping stone for Frankie Arion's rise to greatest!

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SINGLES MATCH

Drew Gulak vs. Frankie Arion

Gulak and Arion would not exactly inject this crowd with an adrenaline shot tonight from the onset, as they came out and put on a very plodding back and forth chain wrestling match early on. Gulak would seem to get the better of many exchanges, and the pace would quicken just as the majority of these fans here in the Wolstein Center began to grow restless, ready to see some fireworks. Arion would provide them, getting fired up and unloading a nice barrage of shoot striking offense, ending it with a big time Powerslam for a two count. Arion would go on to nail a big running Senton Backsplash after a series of counters to get another two count, before looking for something bigger. Arion would show a lot of intensity as he laid into Gulak with kicks and then tried for a turnbuckle assisted Swinging Bulldog, but Gulak would counter and turn it into the Spine Splitter (Belly-to-Back into Backbreaker), but only get a two count. Gulak would latch on with his Gu-Lock (Dragon Sleeper), but Arion would fight out with knees and then hit a Northern Lights Suplex. Gulak would kick out, but Arion would roll and hop up, drilling all of the air from Gulak's diaphragm with a Double Stomp, but only getting a two count. Arion would drop his straps, really feeling it as these fans seemed to have his back, and then he tried for his Swinging Bulldog again, this time connecting! Arion would pin, thinking he has it, but NO! Gulak kicks out and simultaneously turns it into an Inverted Fisherman's Pinning Combination, but Arion kicks out. Arion is up and tries for a clothesline, but Gulak ducks it and twists him, latching on with the Gu-Lock again, this time jumping and locking him up with a Body Scissors! Arion would fight it, though, showing his rambunctious streak, but it was no use. The referee called for the bell, as Gulak had choked all of the fight, and maybe the life, out of him to get the win. This one was slow to get going, but the fans would show some appreciation in the end, as these guys gave it a good run in the last few minutes from an excitement standpoint.

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SEGMENT

Eddie Kingston makes his way to the ring with a microphone in hand. The fans only give a so-so reaction here, and it is mostly negative, which seems to be what the "King of Diamonds" is looking for here tonight.

"You all, you just shut the fuck up for a minute. I know this guy and that guy, they been comin' out here, they've been talkin' and whatever, I don't care. I'm gonna get my piece in tanight, and I'm gonna be heard real good and clear. Me, I've had a lot of shots I thought were promising, had big bookings, had what I thought were good matches all over the country, and yet, somehow, I've always fallen through the cracks. Maybe I'm not 'cosmetically pleasing' enough, maybe I don't got the physique, or maybe I'm just too damn old school for my own good. Probably all three, truth be told, but none of that shit matters right now. You know, this business, you ain't gonna make many friends. Now I'm no legend like Chris Dickinson or Kyle Matthews, two fucks who get to main event wherever they want, whenever they want for God knows what reason... I don't got no chip on my shoulder like those two pieces of shit. I just don't give a damn. I don't need the friends, I don't need the bookings, I do this because I love it, and it's what I do, plain and simple. I hurt people. I'm going to enjoy hurting my opponent tonight, because I do not like my opponent tonight. His name is Tim Donst, and he is another ungrateful, self serving piece of shit who thinks he's owed something, and you know what? You are owed somethin', Donst... you're owed an ass kicking, and tonight, I'm gonna bury you."

Kingston is smiling as he drops the mic, but out comes Donst holding one. The fans really don't know how to react, as they aren't very acclimated to either of these guys yet.

"Eddie, it's no secret between you and I that there's animosity. On your part, it's jealousy, and on my part, I'm just incredulous. You, you've always been jealous of me and my abilities. My God given talents and my training ethics. I'm the kind of guy you could never be: athletic, good looking, kept my nose clean, and I get the job done! You? You're out drinkin' and smokin', partying it up, but you've done nothin'! You're nobody, with no talent, and I'm incredulous, Eddie. I can't believe you keep getting job after job, and it makes me realize, after all of these years... all of these years, you're getting all of these bookings, and you're failing, but you keep getting them. Me, I'm workin' hard, do what I'm supposed to do, training with this guy, training with that guy, trying to do the best I can, I'm not gettin' shit! You're proof to me that karma isn't real, because you somehow avoid, time and time again, avoid your comeuppance... your demons never seem to catch up to you, as prolific as they may be, but tonight, Eddie, tonight, I become the arm of justice... I am karma incarnate...

"In all of wrestling, Eddie, and you know this... you know this! In all of wrestling, nobody who's anybody chooses to leave the sport. Something happens, maybe you get injured, maybe you age out, something happens, and you're forced to step away. Forced to get that nine to five, forced to live out those twilight years in purgatory, looking back, wishing you still had it, and it happens to all of us. We're all just running, running towards the finish, faster every day. Tonight, though, Eddie... tonight, for being the piece of shit that you are... tonight, your race to the finish... becomes a sprint."

Donst tosses down the microphone and rips off his shirt, running down to the ring in his gear now and these two exchange punches as the match takes off. The fans are enthralled now after two very well executed promos to hype it.

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SINGLES MATCH

Eddie Kingston vs. Tim Donst

Donst tries to keep Kingston grounded through out this, wailing away on him all the while and trying to punish him with as many shots to the head as possible. Kingston seems to be reeling many times throughout the match as Donst comes on with a fury, but Kingston manages to goad him into a headbutt battle, which leads to a chop battle, getting the fans all fired up before Kingston sends Donst into the crowd with a big kick across his face. These two battle throughout the fans, chopping, clubbing, punching, and kicking each other, Kingston even bites Donst at one point, as they eventually make their way back to ringside. Donst is able to catch Kingston running at him with a Back Body Drop that sends Kingston right into the turnpost, and that was pretty brutal, as Kingston lands with a thud right on top of his head. These guys both try to go for their finishers in the ring, and Donst tries to hold Kingston down on two occasions with a Rear Naked Choke, really selling the fact that he wants to kill Kingston with the look in his eyes and the foam frothing from his lower most facial orifice, but Kingston shows his guile and toughness, fighting Donst off and wedging his hand into the vice created by Donst's arms, attempting to alleviate the pressure on the carotid artery. Kingston would manage to get to the ropes on both occasions to break the hold, and it was obvious both men were pretty worn down and ready to end it. Kingston would attempt his Backfist to the Future at many points in the match, only to have it reversed or ducked. On his final attempt, Donst would catch it and lock him into a Half Nelson Choke, jumping on his back and wrapping up the Body Scissors, but "The War King" would lunge forward and smash Donst face first into the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. Kingston would come out the corner with a charge and smash Donst a Sliding Elbow, but he wasn't done. Donst would sit up in a daze, and Kingston would charge again, this time smashing him to the back of the head with a Sliding Elbow. Kingston still wasn't done, though, as he grabs Donst by the arm and drags him up, yelling, "COME ON, YOU FUCKIN' PUSSY!" Donst gets up and Kingston blasts him with a big Lariat, and then pins him. It's all over. It takes a minute to get both men out of the ring, as they left it all here tonight, and the fans really appreciated it, showing them a lot of love via round of applause at the end of it all.

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SINGLES MATCH

Petey Williams vs. Sonjay Dutt

These two guys know each other so well, and every time they step into a ring together it is entertaining. Sonjay was vicious early, taking down the more diminutive Williams and baring his teeth as he wrenched his head back and worked over his neck, trying to wear down the Canadian star. Williams showed that he is no slouch on the mat, though, holding his own and sending Dutt reeling to the outside, allowing Petey an opportunity to the fly through the ropes and take him down with a Tope con Giro. Dutt would manage to take Williams down on the outside, slamming him chest first on the guardrail and then headed back into the ring. Dutt would slide back out, though, head first and catch Williams with a wild Swinging DDT variation. Later on, Dutt would attempt his Sonjay Cutter (Standing Sitout Shiranui), but Williams would reverse it into a Northern Lights Suplex right into a Sharpshooter. Dutt would manage to reverse the hold, but would catch a spinkick to the gut after a quick exchange and fall victim to a Canadian Destroyer (Flipping Piledriver)! Dutt would smartly roll out of the ring, though, to avoid imminent defeat. Williams would send Dutt back in and try for the Sharpshooter again, only to get rolled up for a close two count. Williams would try for another Destroyer, but Dutt would escape and roll him up with a School Boy, holding the tights, but still just a two! Williams and Dutt would trade blows, but Williams would come out the better by hitting an Enzuigiri. Williams would try for a German Suplex, but Dutt would catch him with two big elbows and then hit him with a Facebreaker into a Jumping Neckbreaker to take him down hard. Dutt looks like a man possessed by rage as he ascends the top rope, calling out, "MOONSTOMP!" and then flying off the top, doing a backflip and then planting a Double Stomp right into Williams' chest! Dutt hooks the leg, showing a grimace as he does and it's all over. Dutt gets the win.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

Dave Crist & Jake Crist vs. Jay Briscoe & Mark Briscoe (Hybrid Pro)

Two sets of brothers here were set to do battle, as the Briscoes came in with all of the fans behind them and the Crists wouldn't have it any other way. Dave is very vocal early with the fans, even almost getting into an altercation with a man at ringside before it could be broken up, security doing their job here as we try to restore order and get things underway. The Briscoes are fast, but the team known as "Irish Airborne" are pretty quick themselves. Despite their monikers, the early going was dominated by Dave and Jake as they implored very solid technical wrestling maneuvers, along with very dirty catch wrestling style moves to grind their heavily touted foes and garner even more loathing from these fans. Once the pace sped up, there was no turning back. Jay made the save for his brother after Jake would hit what could only be described as a Slingshot Twisting Stunner on Mark, thinking maybe he had it, but "Dem Boys" came to fight. Both of these teams like to use Spike Piledriver variations to finish opponents, but they are both far from one trick ponies, so it was really hard to say what would end this contest. Irish Airborne would manage to deliver their deadly "Irish Coffee" finisher (good to the last drop), which is a Tombstone Piledriver/Double Stomp to the Rear End combination, sending Jay down, but Mark would make the save with a Springboard Shooting Star Press! These fans were clapping and stomping, chanting "MAN UP!" as Mark tried to clear things out, but the mohawked Dave would catch him with a mighty Twisting Enzuigiri, following up with a Bridging Dragon Suplex, but only a two count! Jay would manage to bring himself back, lifting up Dave with a Military Press and dropping him into a Death Valley Driver, but Jake would make the save before the three count. Jake would pick up Jay off of the mat and looked to maybe trying for a Cross Leg Fisherman's Buster, but Jay would fight out of it and hit a huge Discus Lariat! Mark would get up and kick Dave out of the ring, and then pick up Jake as Jay ascended the turnbuckles. Mark lifts up Jake into the Cut-Throat Suplex position, and Jay flies off the ropes, hitting a Diving Legdrop onto Jake as Mark performs his finisher! Big time impact! Mark makes the cover and the Briscoes get a big victory there!

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SINGLES MATCH

AR Fox (Central States) vs. Shane Hollister

These two guys have been desperately trying to carve out a niche for themselves wherever they can get a booking, and tonight, here in Cleveland, they looked to try and bring the house down. While they may not have done that, perse, they did do a pretty good job in a match that could have probably used a bit more story to really draw in the fans. Nobody will doubt their athleticism and innovation, but there wasn't a lot for the fans to really grab onto as far as emotional attachment was concerned. Hollister would show a lot of heart, though, as Fox would show off his very high impact, very flashy offense throughout, thinking he had the win many times, but Hollister seemed to forget what the word "quit" meant, somehow rolling his shoulder with each consecutive pin attempt. Fox would make a tactical error, failing to nail his Lo-Mein Pain (Sit-Out Top Rope Backflip Slam) that was blocked by Hollister, which allowed Hollister to come off the top with a big Diving Double Knee Smash to his chest to get a two count. Hollister would do some work on the leg of Fox, which he hadn't throughout the match, sending three shoot kicks into his hamstring and then hitting a Dragon Screw, attempting to lock on his Iowa Leglock (I have no idea what it is, don't ask) but Fox would make it to the ropes. Hollister would attempt a Tombstone Piledriver, but Fox would slide off and hit a Reverse Facelock Backbreaker to turn the tides. Fox would get up Hollister, looking for The Krunch (Air Raid Crash), but Hollister would slide off, trying for a School Boy, but Fox rolls through and punts him right across the face, running afterwards and scaling the ropes to hit a sort of Springboard Corkscrew 450 Splash. That's enough to get these fans happy, and consequently "The Whole Foxin' Show" gets the three count.

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SEGMENT

Tyler Black makes his way to the ring as these fans here in Cleveland give him a nice ovation. He has a microphone in hand, and he's ready to speak his mind.

"I've gone from being a multi-time champion in one company to becoming the whipping boy chump in another. I guess that's the way it goes in life, but tonight, I look hold on to a little bit of my past glory; I look to once again defeat a man who has been a thorn in my side time and time again, and who has never been able to accept defeat at my hands. Delirious, I know you're back there and you're ready to come out here and rip my head. Let me just say, tonight, for the first time, I think it's going to be me whole has to be torn off of you, because after everything that's happened... there's this blind rage building up in me... this dark, demented, twisted side of me that needs to be let out, and you, Delirious... you're going to be the first victim!"

Black tosses down the mic, furrowing his brow and telling Delirious to get out here. Delirious makes a bee line from the back, sliding in, and these two are trading punches as the bell sounds!

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SINGLES MATCH

Delirious vs. Tyler Black (South Beach)

Black and Delirious have had multiple matches, all of which have been of top quality, and this is no different. They've been feuding somewhat over the Ring Warriors No Limits title, a title Delirious had originally lost to Homicide, which Black would end up winning, and Delirious was a man obsessed trying to get that back. Black would come out on top of all of their exchanges, but Delirious would always leave him hurting every time. This match was, once again, no different. Delirious, if he can hear and comprehend, heard what Black had to say, and seemed to take it as a challenge to up his game and his ferocity, taking it to Black with wicked, blistering chops, kicks, and punches, biting his forehead open at one point before pummeling him with downward elbows. Black would show how great his pain threshold is, though, and prove why he was the No Limits champion, taking all of that and then unloading an ungodly series of knee strikes to Delirious, holding the back of his head and just blasting him with one after another in the corner, to the point of exhaustion, really, before running off the opposite set of ropes and then propelling himself right back into Delirious, smashing him with a Running Jumping Kneewash across his temple that actually sent him out of the ring! The man from the Edge of Sanity looked to be a resident of La-La-Land now, as he stumbles all over ringside, trying to grasp whatever braincell it is that keeps him ticking and bring back his equilibrium. Fat chance of that, though, with an athlete like Black, who took the first chance he could get to lock in on Delirious and perform a huge Tope con Hilo over the ropes, smashing him right into the guard rail on the outside as these fans let out a roar of approval.

Black would keep fighting, though, not wanting to give an inch as he exorcises whatever demons are plaguing him now, sending a windmill flurry of punches into the back of Delirious' head, following up with multiple shoot kicks to his chest. Delirious would fight back by clawing at the eyes of the Davenport, Iowa, native, following up with more sharp elbows and then he lays into him with a Headbutt! Black stumbles away, but then turns and rushes, grabbing Delirious and returning fire with a Headbutt of his own! Delirious absorbs it, rocking a bit, but then he bursts back with one better, and Black falls to a knee! Black fights back with body punches, throwing them with abandon, connecting with both fists, but Delirious sends a series of repeating elbows down on his already lacerated forehead, and this doesn't look good! The vindication Black was looking for seems to be fading into the oblivion that is Delirious' own Hellish pit of desires. Delirious sends Black into the ring and begins to wrench at his neck with everything he has, yelling and grunting incoherently as the fans howl, trying to bring Black back up to his feet with their energy. They manage to almost do it, but Delirious stifles it, latching on with a Dragon Sleeper! He thinks he might have it, but suddenly Black digs deep down and grabs Delirious, pulling him down and clocking him with a series of knees to stagger him. Delirious, though, answers back with more elbows, pummeling him down and then locks on his deadly Cobra Stretch! Delirious is drowning out the roars of this crowd with his psychotic wails, hoping to finally sustain victory over his foe, but Black pounds his free fist and uses it to push, PUSH, PUSH his way to the ropes, yelling all the way, kicking and grinding with his legs, and he does it! He gets the ropes!

Delirious isn't done, though, as his arsenal is deep and his resolve is unshakable. Delirious pulls up Black, and in a fluid motion clean lifts him up into the Canadian Backbreaker position... and then sends him spinning down into a Cutter, the In Vitro Fertilization! Delirious takes a moment too long to cover and Black kicks out. Delirious still has more he can do, and decides to head up top. He's going to be looking for Shadows Over Hell (Diving Splash to the Back of a Bent Opponent), but it doesn't happen. Black catches him mid-move with a Double Gutbuster! Delirious is hurt, holding his chest as he tries to regain his footing, but Black blasts him with the Avada Kedavra (Superkick to Kneeling Opponent)! Black hooks the leg, but his cover is sort of lax, and that costs him! Delirious kicks out! Black can't believe it, and questions the ref. The ref stays firm, so Black has to go back to the drawing board. Black pulls up Delirious, and he looks to be going for God's Last Gift (Small Package Driver), but Delirious swivels and takes him back down, right back into the Cobra Stretch! Black is able to roll through and counter it, though, sending a Spinning Shoot Kick to Delirious' face on the canvas, and then he runs off the ropes as Delirious is on all fours... THE STOMP! Black does a jumping Stomp to the back of Delirious head, driving him down, and he thinks he has it, but NO! Delirious kicks out again!

Black can't believe it, and these fans are clapping and stomping, pulling for Black to pull something else out. Black lifts up Delirious, and with a mighty heave, lifts him and drives him into the buckles with a Powerbomb! Black attempts a Superkick, but Delirious ducks it, catching Black with a boot across the face and then trying to pull him into the Chemical Imbalance II (Double Pumphandle Driver)! Black, though, twists, dropping to his back and hangs onto Delirious' wrists... he has him trapped, locking him a sort of Wrist-Clutch Double Gogoplata, holding Delirious' arms in a crossed way as he has his legs crossed around them. Delirious is standing, not sure how to escape as Black clamps his shins to both sides of his neck, cutting off the blow flow to both of his carotid arteries! Delirious cannot escape this, as he tries to stomp his way out to no avail. He's too worn down, and though Black is injured, bloodied and beaten, his will is unbreakable!

Black manages to take Delirious down to the canvas now, really sinking it in, and Delirious is done. He has passed out, the blood choke doing its job nicely, and the referee calls for the bell. Black has won, and these fans are on their feet! Now that's how you do a match!

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WORLD JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
SINGLES MATCH

Alex Shelley (Pacific Northwest) vs. Bryan Danielson (IU)

Danielson and Shelley really aren't very fond of one another, as was made apparent earlier in the show. This is the best kind of competitive match, as these two really can do it all, and do it all very, very well. Danielson was decidedly more roguish and gritty, showing Shelley no respect, which handed the support of the fans to the "Detroit Made" star on a rusty platter. The former "Motor City Machine Gun" would bring it to Danielson like few other can, trading hold after hold with him, these two digging as deep as they possibly could into their gray matter to find ways to hurt their opponent and try to suppress their attacks. Each man has spent numerous time overseas, whether it be Japan, Europe, wherever, they've been there and they've trained with the best that territory has to gain all of the knowledge they could get. That's really the heart of this rivalry, this competition, is that both men have put in so much to try and become well rounded wrestling machines, and it's just a real matter of opinion who does it better. They want to definitively settle it tonight, though, as they always do. Danielson feels he already has a number of times, but Shelley still feels he has it in him to regain his championship, and with every near fall, these fans would come to believe it as well.

Danielson would quit with all of the playing around though as this match progressed, losing the will to simply catch Shelley with an elbow or a slap or a thumb to the eye here or there to let him know he's got his number, deciding to turn this match more in his favor and make it a brawl. You see, Shelley, he can hit hard, very hard, but the one thing he doesn't have is some of the Mixed Martial Arts training that Danielson has acquired, and this strikes are lethal as anybody lacing up the boots today. They are mean, blistering, skin tearing blows, whether it's from a kick, a knee, a chop, a European uppercut... whatever he hits you with is going to rattle you, but Shelley is no stranger to this kind of assault. He has toured Japan numerous times and fought many hard hitters throughout his career, never backing down from a fight once. Shelley would eat whatever Danielson was dishing out, and fire back with whatever he had left, showing that he too has some very, very hard chops and some very powerful thrust kicks.

It became apparent that these two had studied far too much tape of one another, been entangled in throes of battle perhaps one time too often to simply fall for any of the textbook stuff, the signature moves, the traditional finishers. These fans were on the edge of their seats, watching as Danielson looked to deliver that knockout blow, trying find a way to make Shelley's will break, while Shelley try to find a way to ground the fiery "American Dragon" and make him admit defeat. It would come back down to where it started, the wrestling mat. These two would trade roll up after roll up, trying with everything they had to hold the other man's shoulders down, but it seemed impossible. Shelley would make a mistake, trying to sweep out the leg Danielson, but Danielson would jump over it and leap, rolling up Shelley and tying up his left arm with his legs and pinning his right arm under his right arm.

Shelley would himself stuck is a very desperate position, a crucifix hold, and though he would push off with his feet and try to shift it somehow into advantageous position, this would never happen. Danielson had him locked in, and ready for a pummeling series of blows.

Danielson would just begin smashing down on Shelley, raining down on him with elbow after elbow. We've seen this before, and it's always just devastating. The fans would deflate, as Danielson would somehow find a way to retain again. The referee had to stop it as Shelley's eyes would roll into the back of his head, the pain, the punishment, the barrage, all of it sounding his death knell tonight. Danielson would escape once again with his title, but it wasn't without a lot of effort on his part and a little bit of luck.

Danielson, though, would show no grace in victory. He would continue to send blow after blow into the head of Shelley, yelling, "YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME!"

This would lead to the referee switching the decision... ALEX SHELLEY WINS, but he doesn't win the championship. This doesn't pay anyone much solace, as it is a disqualification and a very demoralizing one at that. However, this still doesn't stop Danielson. It is not until TYLER BLACK makes his way down to the ring that Danielson is forced to let go. Black lays into Danielson with stomp after stomp, before catching him with a massive SUPERKICK to send the champion out of the ring! Black is still worn down, wearing a bandage on his forehead after his brutal match with Delirious, but it is clear, Black has not forgotten his past with Danielson and Shelley, the matches they've all had, and it is clear that he still feels he has a claim staked for that Junior Heavyweight championship!

Black helps up Shelley off of the mat, and both men glare down the ramp at Danielson who clutches his belt, looking on the two of them with indignant disgust.

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SEGMENT

These fans have seen a great night of action so far, but they are ready for the big one now. They are ready to see two forces of nature, two strongholds of will forge battle once again, as the Heavyweight Champion of the World, Kyle Matthews, looks to vanquish "The Original Death Machine" Chris Dickinson once again, and finally put this all to rest. His music for the evening hits as the lights dim, red lights replacing them, and out from behind the curtain walks the champion. As his music plays, he walks forward wearing a black robe with red trim.



Matthews still has his hood down, and he has not even as much as looked at this audience, which is raining down a lot of negativity towards "The Antichrist of Wrestling." Matthews is handed a microphone, and he brings it up to his mouth, continuing to look down.

"You all have been deceived."

The fans are booing and chanting "WIN, DICKY, WIN! WIN, DICKY, WIN!" as he tries to make his speech.

"You all thought you were coming here tonight to see your hero, the foul, disgusting maggot... Chris Dickinson... get his long wanted victory over me... that victory he's sought after time and again. You thought that's what you were going to see tonight."

Kyle lowers his head even more as these fans rain down obscenities at him.

"Tonight... when I defeat Chris Dickinson, it'll be the last time he gets into the same building as the World Heavyweight championship... and it'll be the last time I step foot in this God forsaken city of Cleveland! And maybe, if I am merciful... I'll just put Chris Dickinson out of his misery for good. Your career ends tonight, Chris, and you're going to find out, just like all of these sad, pathetic fans, all of these delusional masses... that dreams just don't come true... the ending is never a happy one... but unlike all of these fans, Chris, in just a minute's time... that dream you've had, that dream of facing me again, that dream of beating me... is going to become your worst nightmare."

Matthews drops the microphone and skulks over the corner, placing his forehead on the top turnbuckle and not looking out to the fans or at the entrance. That's when Dickinson's theme for the evening hits, and this crowd roars with approval.



Dickinson comes out looking very focused, stomping towards the ring as these fans cheer him on. He stops only for a brief couple of moments at the end of the ramp, looking up at Matthews who doesn't even turn to face him, and then storms up the stares and into the ring. The music ends as Dickinson is being checked by the referee in the corner. Matthews finally removes his robe, and then hands off the championship he has held concealed, wrapped around his waist under the robe. The bell sounds, and the tension could be cut with a knife!

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NON-TITLE
SINGLES MATCH

Chris Dickinson (IU) vs. Kyle Matthews (Hybrid Pro)

Dickinson and Matthews truly hate each other. Dickinson sees Matthews as being completely undeserving and feels that he used politics and the sway of his promoter to get where he is, and just never had any respect for him. Matthews has always felt that he wasn't taken seriously because of his diminutive stature, and has done all he could to try and change that image of himself. Dickinson, from Staten Island, New York, wants to break every bone in that small body, while the Georgia native Matthews wants to make him beg for mercy, to humiliate him and show the world that whether he deserves it or not, he is the champion, and he will take down wrestling for ever doubting him. He wants to crush the hopes and dreams of anyone who even thinks of defying him, and Dickinson is at the top of that list.

Dickinson would try to bull him over early, and it looked like it might work and this might be a short night, but Matthews would go right back to the same strategy he always employs with Dickinson and that is an attack on his once injured knee, an affective way to cut down the speed, the kicks, and the power of Dickinson in one fell swoop. Matthews uses a series of moves, ranging from Bow and Arrow type locks, a Half Crab, to a Muta Lock, which he does with a mocking gesture as a sort of perverse homage to the Keiji "Great Muta" Muto, a man he recently defeated. Dickinson would manage to chop and elbow his way out of the grip of Matthews, and that was enough to send Matthews to the outside to try and buy himself some time. Matthews would try to avoid getting into any kind of a brawl with Dickinson, looking to play it very safe here, as he knows that is a losing battle.

Dickinson just waits in the ring, not wanting to play into Matthews' game. He knows there is no time limit tonight, and he has all the time in the world. It looks as though Matthews is going to walk out on the match, though, and that just wasn't going to happen. Dickinson was forced to run to the outside. Matthews hops over a guardrail and Dickinson realizes there isn't much choice but to follow him. As Dickinson goes over, Matthews has grabbed a chair and blasts him in the mid-section with it! Matthews then hits Dickinson in the back with the chair, and that sends him back over the railing. Matthews hops over, and sends Dickinson into the apron before running at him, but Dickinson gets up a boot that catches him right to the face! Dickinson rushes, grabbing Matthews and he hits him with a German Suplex on the floor!

The fans are cheering as Dickinson sits, nodding with his tongue out, obviously happy with himself, but Matthews manages to slip away, "The Antichrist" rolls under the ring!

Dickinson doesn't know where he is. Dickinson decides to just get into the ring and wait for the World Heavyweight champion to reveal himself. Matthews had to be listening to his foot steps as Dickinson turns in the ring, continually trying to check his back to see if Matthews pops up. Matthews finally does, and he quickly slides in the ring and catches Dickinson with a drop toe hold! Matthews tries to keep "The Original Death Machine" down, but Dickinson bulls him up and over with a very crude side slam! Matthews landed right on the back of his head!

Dickinson begins to just stomp him repeatedly in the ground as Matthews tries to escape back to the outside. Dickinson grabs his left leg and pulls him to the center of the ring, but Matthews twists and catches him with a boot to the face! Matthews is up and he hurries, kicking Dickinson low and then planting him with a DDT, hoping he has it, but NO! Just a two count! Matthews takes a page from another one his arch enemies' playbook, trying to lock a Cross Armbar with shades of Alberto Del Rio, but Dickinson is keen to this and clasps his hands. Dickinson deadlifts Matthews up into almost a Powerbomb position, but Matthews decides at that point to let go and drops down, grabbing Dickinson into another DDT! He tries to pin again, but Dickinson TOSSES HIM OFF AT THE COUNT OF ONE!

"FUCK YOU!"

"Oh man, Dickinson is pissed now!"

Aaron Bauer is getting very excited, as Matthews isn't cure what to think of the power of Dickinson. He's faced it before, and barely left with his life. His only chance is to try and latch on with a submission again and hope it works. Matthews tries to tackle Dickinson double, looking for a Power Double Takedown, but Dickinson sprawls, tossing him off and into the corner. Dickinson rushes in, looking for a High Boot, but Matthews dodges it and Dickinson is hung up. "The Antichrist" rushes and connects with a Corner Dropkick, a move he's used to finish many opponents. He follows up with a School Boy, thinking he might have it, but NO! Just a two again!

Matthews goes back to work, locking on a Half Crab again, really cinching it in this time. Matthews turns his body and stomps Dickinson on the head and back a few times, telling him to give it up. Dickinson, though, does the exact opposite and somehow crunches his way under the hold, using his strength to reach and grab Matthews down and then blast him right a big punch to the face to send him back and reeling. Dickinson gets up, hobbling, and grabs Matthews from behind, maybe looking for another German Suplex. Matthews fights back, yelling and failing, connecting with two back elbows, but Dickinson grabs him under his left arm and takes him over with a HALF NELSON SUPLEX!

"MATTHEWS LANDS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD! GOOD GRIEF!"

Dickinson takes a moment to gain his composure on the mat, shaking the cobwebs, as Matthews tries to fight back to all fours. Dickinson goes over to the fallen champion and lifts him up into Powerbomb position; he begins to spin!

"ROUND AND ROUND HE GOES... OH!!!"

Massive impact on that Powerbomb! Matthews head whiplashes off the canvas, and Dickinson falls to his heads, resting his upper body on the middle rope. He pulls himself up and attempts to pin Matthews, but Matthews finds it within himself to kick out.

"The resiliency of the champion cannot be overstated. This may not be a title match, but he does have a champions' fight in him."

Dickinson, though, takes the opportunity to lock on his modified version of the Rings of Saturn, stretching Matthews' chest cavity and trying to break off his arms, hoping this will do it. Matthews, though, is as crafty as ever and is able to connect with a series of knees to the side of Dickinson's face that breaks the hold! Matthews is up and Dickinson is scurrying. Matthews sends three knife edged chops in rapid succession in the chest of "The Death Machine," but Dickinson answers back with a very brutal series of right and left spin kicks, finishing it with a HUGE Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick that sends Matthews crashing to the mat!

"WHAT A COMBO! MATTHEWS JUST GOT KILLED!"

Dickinson attempts to pin Matthews, thinking that might be what does it, but no. No, Matthews still has some fight in him, determined to teach Dickinson what for. Matthews grabs Dickinson's neck and tries to pull him down and over, but Dickinson mounts him and begins blasting him with hard open hand shots, not letting the champion get him into a bad position. Matthews answers back with a hard slap of his own from the bottom of the mount, which actually busts Dickinson's mouth open! At the sight of his own blood, Dickinson smiles, and then switches guard, side mounting and locking up Matthews in a Head and Arm Choke!

"MATTHEWS IS IN BIG TROUBLE HERE! WHAT WILL HE DO!?"

Matthews is a professional, no doubt about it, and he knows where he is in that ring at all times. He gets his feet on the ropes, but Dickinson doesn't break. Instead, Dickinson lifts him up off of the mat and sends him over with a Side Mount Suplex! Matthews tumbles, holding his back and grasps the bottom rope, trying to pull himself up in the corner. Dickinson has exerted a lot of energy, but seems more determined than ever now to get the job done. Matthews is up to his knees in the corner, and Dickinson rushes, straight kicking him to the face of the head, crushing his chest against the middle turnbuckle. Dickinson then pulls Matthews out of the corner, arms stretched outward as he has the champion's head between his legs.

Dickinson lifts up Matthews, and he looks to get him up into the Razor's Edge (Crucifix Bomb) position, but Matthews, with maybe everything he had left, squirms out and turns into into a Sunset Flip! He manages to get a two count, but Dickinson rolls out as he escapes, and then grabs Matthews up, deadlifting him again up into Powerbomb position... he then runs...

"OH! HE POWERBOMBS MATTHEWS RIGHT OUT OF THE RING TO THE FLOOR! HOLY SHIT!"

The back of Matthews' head slammed into the guardrail there, and these fans are chanting, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Dickinson basks in the chants, his arms outstretched as he makes a victory lap around the ring, every muscle flexed in his body.

Dickinson heads out of the ring and grabs Matthews. He sends Matthews into the ring, hoisting up the nearly dead weight that is the World champion and rolling him under the ropes. Dickinson places a forearm across his cheek, planting him down and trying for the cover once more, but Matthews STILL KICKS OUT! Nobody can believe it, Dickinson chief amongst the doubters.

With that, Dickinson calls for the end, looking for the Brain Eater (Omoplata Arm-stretch Driver), but Matthews somehow, someway twists out and rolls up Dickinson again with a School Boy, but this time he transitions and locks in the HEEL HOOK! HE'S GOT THE HEEL HOOK LOCKED IN!

"Matthews used this hold to beat Dickinson in their first match, and now he has it locked on again!"

Matthews sends his heels down onto Dickinson trying to break him, but Dickinson looks like he'd rather have his leg torn off than to ever tap out again. Dickinson fights with every fiber of his being, pushing the entire way across the ring, and he MAKES IT TO THE ROPES! Matthews doesn't let up, though, as he felt this would happen, and he simply pulls Dickinson back to the center of the ring and tries to lock it on again, but Dickinson twists and rolls, sending Matthews face first into the turnbuckles! Dickinson is up, hopping on one foot for a moment, but screams, "FUCK THIS!" and runs as best he can forward, leaping and SMASHING Matthews into the corner with a High Kick! Matthews stumbles out and Dickinson grabs him again, twisting his arm again and pulling his other arm back and locking it in. He lifts up Matthews and spins, dropping out and dumping him...

"BRRRRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN EEEEEAAAAATTTER!!!"

Dickinson doesn't even hook the leg. Nobody kicks out of the Brain Eater. Not even the World Heavyweight champion. It's all over.

Chris Dickinson has defeated Kyle Matthews! This place is going crazy!

"I cannot even hear myself right now, folks... thank you so much... thank you for watching, thank you for coming, thank you, thank you, thank you... it'll be all of the headlines tomorrow. Chris Dickinson pinned the World Heavyweight champion tonight."

Matthews leaves as he came in; head down, sullen, clasping his championship close to him. He tries to get out as quickly as possible. The fans are all jumping and cheering, as Dickinson stands on the middle turnbuckle, blood coming from his mouth, pantomiming the shape of a championship belt around his waist. These fans certainly feel like their looking at a champion here as this show comes to an end.

Thank you all, truly, for reading. I cannot express my gratitude. This was an arduous task, and I am very happy it is done and I hope I can do another one sometime in the not so distant future much in the way I did this one. I have some ideas if life allows it. I really appreciate you all taking the time, and I hope someone enjoys.

[Deleted]

Fantastic show, Matthews/Dickinson III definitely lived up to its billing, when I saw the non-tit;le stipulation I knew exactly who was going to win and it was fully deserved, with 1 win each plus a time limit draw these two can be called perfect matches in almost every category. Lots of good action on the undercard here to, Shelley/Danielson and Black/Delirious were fantastic, and of course I appreciate you putting The Briscoes over as well (a win they have quite badly needed, even if their poor run of form still exists in Hybrid Pro at the moment). I also wanted to put emphasis on the strong use of unsigned talent here, especially the more unknown quantities, and when/if you do more shows under this banner I'd love you to use more of those guys to try and find another Dickinson or another Matthews.

[howardschilling]

You had me sold after reading the opening promo. You "get" Dickinson probably better than anyone on this forum ever will...and that's not an insult to everyone else as much as it is a compliment to the way you have always written him. From there you put on a phenomenal show that shows why everyone will truly miss your work here. Top to bottom one of the best shows I have read all year, and that's saying something considering how well you put Great American Bash Together.

[Kevin Elliott]

You have a funny way of retiring from this game Really good show and I look forward to more!