First Anniversary Show
Nov 4, 2013 23:44:35 GMT -7
Post by howardschilling on Nov 4, 2013 23:44:35 GMT -7
South Beach's first anniversary show begins with a dark Amway Center in Orlando. A single light shines upon the center of the ring where South Beach Owner Howard E. Schilling is sitting in a rocking chair.
Howard: Is this a real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes; look up to the skies and see......I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, cause I'm easy come easy go. Little high, little low. Any way the wind blows....nothing really matters...to meeee. *chuckles* To me. My name is Howard E. Schilling. That is Schilling: S. C. H. I. L. L. I. N. G. I am the owner of NWA South Beach and I am betting every one of you expected something different to start this show....maybe an appearance from the NEW World Heavyweight Champion Christopher Daniels? *Crowd chants "Fallen Angel"* Too bad. I have all the respect in the world for our new champion and congratulated him immediately as he came backstage....but this is MY territory and I can do whatever I want to. *crowd boos* Now that I have everyone's attention, I'd like to address a few things that cannot wait any longer. As some you may know, NWA South Beach hosted Fall Brawl sixteen days ago....it was KIND OF a big deal. You all enjoyed it right? *crowd cheers almost in spite of itself* I was too....until a few days before the event. Kevin Crittenden from NWA MEXICO, I know you're watching this; considering you want to know my involvment in your silly show in thirteen days. Don't worry, I'll get to it in good time. If you aren't, I'm sure you'll be watching your complementary free replay after your buddy Paul from JPP sees this and tells you about it. He's always good to leave his feedback on shows. As an aside, Dustin Smith you better be ready to field calls for my suspension from the NWA, because I'm going to tear down the fourth wall as well as the fifth....hell I'll tear down more walls than the Ayatollah of Rock and Roll-ah Chris Jericho if necessary until I say what's on my mind. What you all may not realize is that outside of NWA South Beach I have to be a nice little PC schmuck so that people don't get offended. I've done that for the most part since starting this territory but I'm sick to death of it. I'm saying whatever I want from now on, and if that gets me ostracized, so be it. Back to business, because I do tend to get so distracted. It was August 25th when I announced on an episode of South Beach TV that Fall Brawl was coming to Miami. I believe my exact words were that "I am ready to do my best to make Fall Brawl THE BEST SUPER SHOW THAT THE NWA HAS EVER SEEN" and that I wanted to "take it to the next level". "What does that have to do with anything?" you ask? I expect perfection from my shows. I poured my heart, soul, sweat, and tears into Fall Brawl to create as close to perfection as possible. I'm sitting in my office and Kevin Crittenden comes up to me and lets me know how his matches will go, hands me the script and says to "Post everything as is and don't bother editing it." and tries to assure me that "Whatever you post will be good. Just edit your own work if you want to. Don't do that for me and others. I'm sure that no one will blame you for doing so." before calling himself a "perfectionist writer". KEVIN! YOU HEAR ME RIGHT NOW! *A blood vessel pulses angrily across Howard's right temple as the camera pans in. The crowd is deadly quiet* IF YOU WERE A TRUE PERFECTIONIST WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING, YOU WOULD NOT HAVE ALLOWED YOURSELF TO SEND ME MATCHES THAT REQUIRED ME TO SPEND FIVE HOURS GOING OVER! THIS IS TIME THAT I GLADLY GAVE; BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE YOUR MATCHES, THEY WERE TAKING PLACE ON A SHOW PRODUCED BY ME. Not to take anything away from our North American Champion Dolph Ziggler...but THIS is the reflection of perfection.
Howard chuckles a bit....gathering his thoughts before bringing the mic up again.
Howard: You said that you were "Glad you are still with us", but tell me Kevin: WHERE DID I GO? I HAVE BEEN HERE EVERY SINGLE DAY SINCE OCTOBER SIXTEENTH OF LAST YEAR. EVEN WHEN I WENT ON THAT ONE MONTH SABBATICAL, I WAS HERE. I CHECKED IN EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. MULTIPLE TIMES! I HAVE PRODUCED TWELVE SHOWS OVER THE LAST THREE MONTHS TRYING TO PREPARE FOR FALL BRAWL! I HAVE DRIVEN MYSELF CERTIFIABLY INSANE AND LOVED EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT! Here's a newsflash for all of you in attendance, one day I will be gone. I will shove off this mortal coil to something bigger and better, and when you see what I have become I hope you feel shame that you called yourself a perfectionist. One last thought Bad Kevin. I saw that you ran a Lucha Libre show six nights ago in DETROIT! Congratulations, you brought Lucha Libre to a city that is as synonymous with the concept as North Korea is with democracy. Detroit is know for the Bad Boys Pistons teams of the late '80s featuring Bill Laimbeer, Dennis Rodman, and Isiah Thomas. Hockey players like Gordie Howe and Ted Lindsay skated the ice for the greatest hockey team in NHL history. Kevin Nash, Sgt. Slaughter and Eric Bischoff were born there. I have more in common with women than Detroit has with Lucha Libre. If you're running a show in Detroit, you better come with brawlers. Detroit is a working class city that doesn't deal in flash. Hell you had a better chance of finding success in Oakland. By the way, the only reason the crowd even acknowledged your performers is because I offered everyone a discount on their seating. If this is fantasy....I'm going to change your perception of reality. I was going to save this for the next From Ashes iPPV but I think it's time to shake things up. I'm happy with this roster....but it's not perfect. First of all, I would like Jessicka Havok and Awesome Kong to come out to the stage and no farther please. *Kong and South Beach Champion Havok come out with puzzled looks on their faces* You know ladies, I'm a fan of both of your work, but things just aren't working out. Jessicka Havok you are no longer the NWA South Beach Women's champion because the South Beach Women's title no longer exists. I am dissolving the Women's division here because it quite frankly isn't important to me. *Havok and Kong look murderous* Hey; if you want to blame anyone, blame NWA JPP owner Paul. It was HIS contracted worker LuFisto who sent poor Mercedes Martinez to the brink of insanity, causing her to send four women to the hospital. Security, escort these women out of my arena. *The cheapo security does as they are told and the crowd boos* Back to business; tonight, in this very ring, Kevin Steen will be defending his South Beach Television Title against Bully Ray. There will be no rules in this match, but there will be a stipulation. You see, it's time for a change; so whoever loses this match will be immediately fired from NWA South Beach. *crowd murmurs* That's right, we either lose a guy who claims to be Mr. Wrestling or the biggest bully on the block. Low Ki will be defending his South Beach Title against Frankie Kazarian, Jay Lethal will be facing his friend CM Punk, and last but not least *points to the sky* we have THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER. Six men will sell their souls and I don't know about you all, but I can't wait to witness the utter carnage. Enjoy the show everyone...and remember, *singing* it's the most wonderful time of the year. *laughs*
Howard leaves the ring and heads to the announce table where Matt Striker is speechless...and a little wary.
Match Number One: Jay Lethal vs. CM Punk
Our opening contest for tonight was agreed to at Fall Brawl because Jay Lethal wanted to show Punk how much he learned from him during the war against TOXIC. They start the match by shaking hands as the bell rings. The crowd is evenly divided between both men as they start out with some nice chain wrestling as they trade arm drags and dropkicks before finishing with a double clothesline before getting up and we have a stalemate as the crowd cheers. Punk and Lethal nod at each other before locking up again. Punk goes behind and tries to take Lethal down to the mat but Lethal blocks and we have a standing switch. Lethal grabs Punk in a full nelson...RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX! Lethal with a cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Punk kicked out! Punk looks a little shocked as Lethal points to his head. Punk gets up and smirks a bit before tying Lethal up again Punk takes Lethal over with a side headlock take down and cranks on it a bit. Lethal manages to get his legs up and applies the head scissors. Punk struggles a bit before flipping over for a jackknife cover! ONE! TWO! LETHAL BRIDGES OUT AND TURNS IT INTO A BACK SLIDE! ONE! TWO! NO! Punk slides out and hits a shining wizard! Punk with a cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Lethal and Punk look at each other, hit the ropes and thought the same thing as they collide in a double cross body! That HAD to hurt. Both men are down and the crowd takes this opportunity to applaud. Both men get back up and Punk takes Lethal into a corner. He looks for the step up knee but Lethal counters into the ST-Joe! Lethal goes to the top looking for Hail to the King but Punk rolls out of the way and Lethal hits a missile dropkick! Lethal goes to the top again....HAIL TO THE KING! Lethal covers! ONE! TWO! NO! Punk kicks out!
Lethal picks Punk up but Punk takes control and locks in a hammer lock before signaling for the Pepsi Twist but it's countered into a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! TWO! NO! Punk kicks out and takes Jay's head off with a STIFF lariat before going to the top and pointing to the sky....HAIL TO THE KING! COVER! ONE! TWO! NO! Lethal stays alive! The crowd is still split with dueling chants going rapid fire. Punk locks Lethal in an abdominal stretch but Lethal counters with a hip toss before hitting a dropkick to the back of the head. Lethal signals for the Lethal Injection II and hits it! Lethal covers...one.....two....NO! Punk gets the shoulder up! The crowd starts chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!" Punk and Lethal make their way to their feet and start slugging it out. The crowd just starts cheering instead of doing the traditional "Boo-Yay" during the exchange. Punk eventually ducks a right from Lethal, slams him down and locks in the Anaconda Vice! Punk has Lethal locked in the middle of the ring! Lethal struggles as the crowd chants "PLEASE DON'T TAP!" Lethal keeps fighting....AND MAKES THE ROPES!! Punk looks a little frustrated but picks his opponent up and signals for the GTS! Punk has Jay on his shoulders but Jay slips out and hits the flustered Punk with another release dragon suplex! Lethal goes for the cover but the bell rings! The ref, Lethal and Punk all look around but Howard E. grabs a mic and says that the time allotted for this match is up! We have a time limit draw!
Result: Time Limit Draw
The crowd chants for five more minutes but Howard E. stands up and says "No". Punk and Lethal shrug and shake hands. Punk raises Lethal's hand as the crowd cheers. Both these men left it all in the ring and this is a great display of....CM PUNK HAS JUST GTS'D JAY LETHAL! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Punk stands over Lethal and shouts "IT'S ALL ABOUT RESPECT!" over and over. Punk walks out of the ring as the crowd boos. Punk keeps muttering about respect as he walks to the back and Lethal looks confused in the ring.
A vignette highlighting Fall Brawl from October 20th plays before the camera takes us to the back where James Storm has been laid out! Shards of glass surround his body, there is a laceration across the back of his head and a small pool of blood mixed with beer on the floor as well as the biggest piece of the beer bottle that survived this attack. It's clear that James Storm won't be able to compete in the elimination Chamber later. What ISN'T clear is who did it? We head back to the ring for our next match.
Match Number Two: NWA South Beach TV Champion Kevin Steen vs. Bully Ray (No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere Match for the South Beach TV Title)
Howard mentions as the combatants make their entrances that the original plans for Christmas Chaos had Kevin Steen squaring off with Bully Ray for the South Beach Title but Sam of CPW gave him other ideas that lead to the formation of The Unholy Trinity. One year later and this rivalry will finally be settled. This match was never going to be pretty and it lived up its billing as a bloodbath. They fought around the Amway Arena and even outside it for a time. Eventually things would be brought back to the ring where both men were bloodied and trading blows with weapons strewn around the ring. Steen would set lay Bully Ray out with a huge power slam then signal for a package pile driver but Ray would dig in one of his cargo pockets for a chain! Ray would wrap the chain around his balled up fist and drive that fist right into the crotch of Kevin Steen! Ray would connect with a Bully Bomb before covering for the three to become the new champ!
Winner (and NEW NWA South Beach TV Champion) BULLY RAY!
Bully celebrates as Kevin Steen gets helped to the back. The crowd chants "Please Don't Go" as Steen walks up the ramp. Steen acknowledges the crowd before walking to the back. Howard stands up and demands a mic. Matt Striker shifts uneasily in his seat.
Howard: You know, I haven't talked for a while here in South Beach....and son of a bitch it felt so good earlier that I decided I had to get a few things off my chest. Kevin, you referenced stability when talking about who should host Starrcade. You REALLY shouldn't reference stability around me Kevin. Hell, I'm a borderline sociopath some days. I keep sticking on the fact that you call yourself a "perfectionist writer". A perfectionist wouldn't get the location of one of the biggest events of the NWA year wrong Kevin....and the reason why I say this is that for some reason Jushin Liger believed that Fall Brawl was in TAMPA....you know, that city that is ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STATE OF FLORIDA FROM MIAMI? Hell we're closer here in Orlando *crowd semi-pops* to Miami than Tampa is. I had to shell out approximately SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS OF MY HARD EARNED MONEY to get your roster the right connection into Miami. I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of scratch lying around....so I did something about it. You know that little iPPV you did in Detroit a couple days ago? Did you happen to count your earnings at the end of the night? You didn't? *Howard reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS in $100 US bills* Here's the thing Kevin; you seem to ADORE breaking the rules, so I got sick and tired of it and went to the NWA Board of Directors. That iPPV you held was in violation of the by-laws of the National Wrestling Alliance. The difference between MY "Tribute to the Troops" show that I held outside of my territory and your iPPV is that I actually asked permission before I gallivanted about and did whatever I pleased. When I talked to the board, we agreed that I could keep a percentage of the gate profits from YOUR show to cover the cost of your ineptitude. A bit of friendly advice "brother"; next time the NWA holds a super show, make sure you know where the hell it is. I doubt that whoever is running Starrcade in January will be as nice about making sure your talent gets to the correct city as I was. By the way if any of you want to get on me for going off I got a newsflash for ya: IT'S A FREE COUNTRY. If I wanted to I could go all night, for Miles and Miles....but I won't. I've talked enough. Enjoy the rest of the show everyone and remember: It's the most wonderful time of the year. *chuckles*
The crowd is silent before "Fighter's Passion" hits and the South Beach Champion Low Ki comes out to defend his title against Kazarian
Match Number Three: NWA South Beach Champion Low Ki vs. Kazarian (NWA South Beach title is on the line)
Great even match between the champion and his new challenger. Low Ki looked to have the match won but the new South Beach TV Champ Bully Ray would come down and waylay Low Ki with a chain! The ref saw it and called for the bell but Kaz and Bully don't seem to care.
Winner (via DQ and STILL South Beach Champion): Low Ki
After the match Kaz and Bully continue to pound on Low Ki when "Wings of a Fallen Angel" hits and the NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion Christopher Daniels hits the ring! Daniels starts unloading on Bully and Kaz while Low Ki recovers and eventually helps Daniels rid the ring of Bully and Kaz. Daniels grabs the South Beach Title from ringside, hands it to Low Ki, and they embrace as the crowd ROARS it's approval. Daniels raises Low Ki's hand and applauds him before asking for the mic.
Daniels: That right there, is a champion. *Crowd cheers and starts a "Fallen Angel" chant. Daniels tries to talk several times but the crowd won't stop cheering to let him* Thank you all so much, it's more than I deserve. Two weeks ago, about a two hour drive away from here in Miami, I competed in the match of my life against a phenomenal athlete: Kyle Matthews. Kyle, I want you to know that regardless of your feelings toward me, I'm glad that you still have a job in the NWA. I know that you denied you rematch for this belt on Hybrid Pro TV; but if you ever change your mind, it will be my honor to grant it. I offer this not out of some sort of ideal that I'm only doing this to be a good guy and that's what a good guy should do, I do this because you deserve it. *Daniels wipes his brow and looks like he's at a loss for words* It's been three years, seven months, and ten days since I last held this title. Isn't it beautiful? *crowd cheers* Every man who steps in this ring dreams of holding this belt one day....which leads me into why I wanted to address all of you here this evening. It might be hard to believe this, but I am almost forty-four years old...hell I'm practically ancient by today's standards. In the lead up to Fall Brawl I mentioned that the NWA wouldn't die even if I lost, I spoke of young men who were ready to break through that glass ceiling; and the thing that I've realized since winning this that makes this victory so bittersweet, is that the glass ceiling cannot be broken if I'm standing on top of it desperately clinging to my perceived "spot". Therefore; I would like to announce that at Starrcade in January, whether I win or lose, I will be retiring after my match. I have lived my dream for almost twenty-one years. It's time for someone else to start living theirs. *Daniels wipes a tear from his eye as the crowd chants "Fallen Angel" and "We will miss you"* That being said, I don't plan on rolling over and giving this belt away easily. To anyone thinking about challenging me remember that I beat a man whom many believed to be unbeatable. You have to be better than the man you beat the unbeatable, the man who conquered death and rose again. I will put myself through hell to remain champion, you will have to do so in order to get to heaven......and that, my friends, is gospel.
Daniels walks out of the ring where Low Ki is waiting for him. The two friends walk up the ramp and pose for the crowd as the announce team has to compose themselves before our main event. The elimination chamber lowers around the ring as ominous music plays. This den of danger, this palace of pain, this mansion of masochism, this little house of horrors, this castle of crazy will claim six new souls tonight.
PAC comes out first to get in a pod, Chuck Taylor comes out next and gets in a pod. "Special Op" hits and Tyler Black comes out next to a huge ovation and gets in a third pod. The arena goes silent and the crowd starts to buzz as they wonder who the final pod person is. The buzz grows louder when "My Hero" hits and CHRIS HERO comes out! The crowd loses their mind and Hero has a mic.
Hero: First off I don't know who took out James Storm and I don't care. All I know as someone came up to me and told me that I was in the chamber. I've noticed a lot of things tonight on my first night in South Beach and the first thing I noticed is how few heroes you have here. I'm not saying I'm that Hero but I can guarantee that you won't have to worry about me dogging it in the ring because they know they've already got a paycheck in the bank. I intend on finally fulfilling my potential....and it starts tonight. Christopher Daniels and Low Ki, I really hope you're watching this. I'm coming after both of you next.
Hero gets in the ring and occupies the final pod. "The Panama City Playboy" Adam Cole comes out next to the first boos of this set of entrances. Cole tries the intimidation tactic but when he gets to Black's pod and laughs Tyler tries to physically break out of his pod! Cole stands in the ring and "Don't Stop Believing" hits. Bo Dallas comes out to a resounding chorus of boos. He has a mic and SOMEONE is getting fired after the show for letting that idiot have a mic.
Bo: Thank you everyone and it is my great honor to win tonight's chambermaid match! Now Bo doesn't just wrestle fantastic matches, Bo is an entertainer...but not for sport. Now there is a special guest here tonight, sitting in the front row: JUSTIN BEIBER!
Bo walks over to Beiber as the crowd boos louder.
Bo: Now the first thing that I gotta say is that Bo is a BIG belieber *Striker: Is ANYONE surprised by this?*, but the thing that Bo's gotta know is whether or not the Beibs is a BOliever?
The crowd chants NO! repeatedly but Beiber grins, nods and they embrace as the crowd boos.
Bo: So that means that if you are a Belieber AND a Boliever, you are in fact a BOLIEBER!
NWA President Dustin Smith and Eric Lawson both walk down to the ramp, stopping momentarily to shake their heads at Bo and Beiber before maneuvering their way around the massive elimination chamber to the announce area and grabbing mics
Dustin: Howard, we know you're the writer on this show....because not even Bo Dallas could be this stupid *Bo is completely Bolivious at ringside taking selfies with Beiber*....I stand corrected. Either way this has gone too far. Howard...
Eric: You're fired....and just so that there are no more horrible puns on this show we're going to stand behind you as insurance in case you try to escape. It ends tonight buddy.
Dallas and Beiber finally hear that nobody else is talking so they continue.
Bo: Since Beibsy here and I are on the same page we'd like to sing a song for you! It's called "Don't Stop BOLIEBING!"
Bo and Justin: DON'T STOP BOLIEBING! WE'LL HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEEEEEEEEELIN! SINGIN' SONGS, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN SUCK ON OURRRRRRRRRRRRR DOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGS!
The crowd boos relentlessly as Bo and Beiber share what will go down as the creepiest bro hug of all time before Bo finally gets in the ring.
Main Event: "The Panama City Playboy" Adam Cole vs. Chris Hero vs. PAC vs. Tyler Black vs. Bo Dallas vs. "The Kentucky Gentleman" Chuck Taylor (Elimination Chamber for The Florida Key)
Before the bell rings Bo Dallas asks to talk....hasn't he said enough?
Bo: Now Adameus Mozart, Bo wants you to know that I am a BIG fan of yours. It's obvious that we're the two most talented people here; so instead of fighting each other, we need to team up and then give these fans a show. Whaddaya say? *Cole looks mildly amused but eventually shakes his hand as the crowd boos* So we need something to pass the time until the first unfortunate person becomes a victim of our ColeaterBOl damage *there's a smacking sound while both Eric Lawson and Dustin Smith say 'ENOUGH!'*, so we need something to pass these five minutes. How about we play Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock?!?
Cole shakes his head in agreement, tells the ref to call for the bell and they run the ropes one time before playing. This goes on for the ENTIRE five minute period as they start drawing near X-Pac-ian levels of heat from this capacity crowd. The people in the pods are furious and as the clock counts down to zero the crowd is chanting deafeningly. The clock hits zero and the random pod selector lands on......PAC! The man that gravity forgot comes in and immediately takes to the skies with a HUGE springboard corkscrew plancha that takes out both men! The crowd is delirious chanting for PAC but eventually the numbers game catches up to him and ColeaterBOl Damage takes control with one half eventually showboating while the other works on PAC then switching. The crowd is deafening as the clock counts down to zero and the random pod selector eventually lands on......CHRIS HERO! Hero comes into the chamber and starts lighting Bo and Adam up like a proverbial house a'fire. Hero manages to take Cole and hit a HUGE suplex from the ring over the top rope to the floor! Cole SCREAMS in pain as his spine lands on the metal grating between two pods. Bo is trying to look for an escape and tries to climb on top of an empty pod but Hero catches up to him by standing on the middle rope and tries to power bomb him! Dallas is holding on for dear life and Hero can't loosen Bo's grip! PAC gets to his feet and smiles! PAC runs to the corner, spring boards to the top rope....POISON RANA ON BO DALLAS! BY GOD! BO GOT KO'D! BO GOT KO'D! Hero goes over to Bo.....RUBIK'S CUBE! Chuck Taylor enters the ring as Hero covers Dallas: ONE.....TWO.....THREE! Dallas' concert tour of Florida has ended!
Bo Dallas has been eliminated
Dallas gets helped to the back, eyes unfocused as he tries to thank his fans who are doing a bit of singing of their own....what is it?
Crowd: Na na na na. Na na na na. HEY! HEY! HEY! GOOOOOD BYE!
Wow....just wow. Dallas smiles a bit.....dude HAS to be concussed as we return to the ring where Hero and PAC are going at it while Taylor has found Cole and is trying to take out the last three months worth of frustration in one match. Taylor takes Cole and tries to Irish whip him into one of the pods but Cole reverses and Taylor gets sent into a pod! Taylor's back buckles from the pain and Adam backs up before charging and driving both Taylor and himself through one of the panes! The crowd chants "Holy Shit!" repeatedly as both men are motionless inside the pod. There's still two minutes left until Tyler Black joins the match. Hero lays PAC out with a clothesline and goes over to Cole. Hero picks up a groggy Cole and points at Black's pod. Black grins in response and Hero LAUNCHES Adam through the air and through one of the plexiglass panes of Black's pod! Black stares down at the man responsible for costing his team War Games two weeks ago and smiles a heinous smile before getting down and raining fists on Cole's face! Black picks Cole up and starts ramming him face first into the chain wall of his pod. The countdown clock reaches zero although it's kind of pointless at this juncture. PAC, Taylor and Hero are having their own private triple threat match that turns into a one on one contest after Hero barely avoids an imploding 450 by PAC who then gets hit by an Awful Waffle from Chuck Taylor before being pinned.
PAC has been eliminated
PAC shakes hands with Hero and Taylor before leaving the chamber and wishing Tyler luck. We go back to the action where Cole has somehow regained enough awareness to start fighting back and is giving Tyler all he can handle. They haven't left Black's pod and some idiot in the near rows shouts "GET A ROOM!". High comedy here folks....high comedy. They eventually leave the pod as the crowd applauds. Hero and Taylor are battling it out and Taylor keeps trying for the Awful Waffle but Hero keeps blocking it. Hero pushes Taylor away but follows right in with the KO! As Hero goes for the cover Black gets the upper hand on Cole and hits a Paroxysm on the grates! Cole screams and the camera gets a close up on his face....by god he's been lacerated. Adam Cole has been busted open! Tyler Black is a mad man! Think of all the magazine shoots Cole is going to have to cancel! Hero picks up the three on Taylor and Raccoon City's Favorite Son has been eliminated.
Chuck Taylor has been eliminated
It's down to Chris Hero, Tyler Black, and Adam Cole inside the chamber. Black gets in the ring and shakes hands with Hero. They circle each other before locking up and going at it. These men have met before around the independent scene and in various territories throughout the NWA and they decided to put on their "greatest hits" for the capacity crowd of 17,418. Back and forth these two warriors went, with Tyler Black finally eliminating Hero after ducking a KO attempt and hitting Avada Kedavra!
Chris Hero has been eliminated
Hero and Black shake hands as the crowd applauds but the cheers turned quickly to boos as soon as the chamber door shut as Adam Cole would sneak behind Black and low blow him before hitting the Florida Key! Cole bridges! ONE! TWO! THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER! THAT SON OF A GUN PULLED IT OFF!
Winner: Adam Cole!
The crowd boos and jeers as Cole smiles an unfocused smile. Eva Marie comes down to ringside to applaud her man. South Beach's First Anniversary Show ends with Eva raising Cole's arm in the air holding the Florida Key.
