Fate of an Angel
Feb 9, 2014 11:55:14 GMT -7
Post by howardschilling on Feb 9, 2014 11:55:14 GMT -7
We go to a Miami Beach Convention Center that is so filled it's standing room only as South Beach Owner Howard Schilling and South Beach GM JBL are standing in the middle of the ring. Howard has a mic, and while normally that's a bad thing, he's cleaned up his act recently.
Howard: Welcome everyone to NWA South Beach! *Crowd applauds* Tonight, we are here, where it all began almost a year and a half ago to say good bye to one of the most important figures in the history of South Beach. He was a two time NWA Worlds Heavyweight Champion, a five time NWA Worlds Tag Team Champion, and the first ever South Beach Champion! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN GET ON YOUR FEET FOR "THE FALLEN ANGEL" CHRISTOPHER DANIELS!
Christopher Daniels comes out with the NWA World Heavyweight Title around his waist, the crowd going absolutely insane. Daniels gets in the ring and shakes the hands of Howard and JBL before taking the mic.
Crowd: PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO!
Daniels:.....*Wipes away a tear from his eye*
Crowd: WE WILL MISS YOU! *Clap clap clap clap clap!* WE WILL MISS YOU! *Clap clap clap clap clap*
Daniels: *Breath catches in his throat for a second* Thank you so much everyone.
Crowd: FALLEN ANGEL! FALLEN ANGEL!
Daniels: *clears throat* Thank you everyone. You know, I've been getting inside rings like this all around the world for twenty-two years; and at Starrcade, I stepped into one for the last time as an active performer. First off let me address Paul London. Paul, you are one of the best wrestlers I have ever gotten to work with. You gave me everything I could handle at Starrcade and it is my wish that you win singles gold again at some point in your career, you deserve it. Thank you for giving me a great match to go out on. To all of you fans around the world and to my wife and kids, thank you for giving me the ability to do the thing I love doing the most for the last twenty plus years. I have never had to work a day in my life since I started in this business because I have loved it; through good times and bad. You all have loved me and hated me at various points in my career; but if it weren't for you people here and those of you watching at home, there would be no Fallen Angel. To all the boys in the back, I want you to continue to work hard and never settle for "Good". Always strive for greatness. Thank you all.
Daniels sets the mic down as Howard and JBL applaud and the crowd gives him a standing ovation. Daniels goes to leave the ring but Cult of Personality hits and CM Punk saunters to the ring! Daniels stays in the ring and politely applauds. Punk picks up the mic and sarcastically applauds.
Punk: Christopher Daniels everybody! The bright shining hope who saved the NWA, delivered us from evil....and gave us without a doubt the most BORING World Title reign in the history of the National Wrestling Alliance; hell your first reign was so lackluster even you forgot about it. I know that our "illustrious" NWA President, Dustin Smith has ordered a Tournament for the title to crown your successor but let's face facts: at Starrcade, your inferior opponent was able to get up after the bell rang while MY inferior opponent had to be scraped off the canvas by the time our match was done. Want proof? Roll the footage you idiots.
*A carefully constructed video of CM Punk laying Lethal out after their match at Starrcade plays*
Striker: *Throwing some papers around* This is obviously false folks. For those that haven't seen Starrcade, you missed one heck of a show. Order the replays on the NWA Network now to see all the legends that were made.
Punk: At Starrcade I put Jay Lethal to sleep and proved that I should have been the one to face you for that title rather than that Central Texas spot monkey Paul London. I have been overlooked since I lost that title; whether it was in one of our president's 900 different promotions, Hybrid Pro, or even here in South Beach; so instead of having this "Tournament for the Title", how about you be a real man, take some Ginkgo Biloba so you can remember what it's like to have a good match, and face me one on one for that belt so I can take back my rightful place at the top of the NWA.
The crowd chants "ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!" before "Walk" hits and NWA President Dustin Smith comes out! Mr. Smith gets in the ring, toting a belt bag in one hand and grabs a mic after shaking hands with JBL, Howard, and Daniels.
Dustin Smith: Before I do anything of consequence I would like to first of all take this time to thank you, Christopher Daniels, for representing the NWA so admirably these last few months and congratulate you on your retirement from this sport we love so much. I wish you and your family nothing but the best that life has to offer. However I must have that NWA World Heavyweight Title that you have around your waist since you are retiring without losing it. I will be giving you a replica of this belt to put in your trophy case or wherever you like in your home. Now to you Punk. I have heard you run your mouth for the last couple weeks and it seems to me that you think that you're bigger and more important than the NWA. The last time someone thought they were bigger than the NWA, NWA South Beach was shut down....wasn't it Howard? *The camera quick cuts to Howard nodding meekly* CM Punk; you know how much I respect your talent inside this squared circle, but we both know that you're a big bullshitter when you want to be. Everyone who watched Starrcade knows that Jay Lethal gave you everything you had in your match and you STILL don't respect him. You call yourself "The Iron Man of the NWA" and you're going to get the chance to live up to that moniker. Tonight, you're going to have to prove yourself to me and everyone else in the NWA. You want an opportunity to win this NWA World Heavyweight Title? You're going to have to win into the Tournament for the Title, and you're going to have to beat the one man who seemingly has your number: JAY LETHAL.....IN A ONE HOUR LONG IRON MAN MATCH! If you win, you're in the tournament. If he wins, you cannot challenge for this title until Fall Brawl 2014....two WHOLE years since you lost it in the first place. *Punk goes ballistic in the ring* If you all will excuse me, I have preparations for the Tournament to make. Enjoy your night gentlemen!
Punk is irate, the fans are cheering and the ring clears as we get a review of NWA Hybrid Pro's last show before heading back to the ring as Prince Devitt from the UK has made his way to ringside.
Match Number One: PAC vs. "The Canadian Destroyer" Petey Williams
PAC has been wrestling for NWA UK for the past couple weeks but has made a triumphant return to South Beach and the crowd chants "Welcome Back". Petey Williams has made a name for himself all over the NWA and, seeking a chance at the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Championship, has come to South Beach. This match was fought more in the air than on the ground as both men are aerial specialists. PAC manages to counter a hurricanrana into a powerbomb then hit an imploding 450 for the win.
Winner: PAC
After the match PAC and Petey shake hands and PAC grabs a mic while Devitt politely applauds.
PAC: Devitt, Magnus attacked me and I've got a sneaky suspicion it was by your hand. In the past, you've had your "Bullet Clubs".....
Devitt looks on in confusion and stands up but Jon Moxley attacks him from behind and hits a quick headlock driver! PAC laughs while Moxley grabs a mic.
Moxley: but this Bullet Club *mimes a gun at the back of Devitt's head*.....is real.
Moxley gets in the ring as PAC puts an arm around Petey but The Canadian Destroyer shrugs him off! Petey gets out of the ring and checks on Devitt while PAC and Moxley say "It's your funeral".
We go to a quick recap of the first NWA Fight Entertainment show where a new Mexican power was on the rise. Back to the ring where Adam Cole, ribs taped and a huge bandage on his forehead, has a mic.
Cole: Johnny Gargano. What you always failed to understand was that it was NEVER about a wrestling wide revolution. At Starrcade, I continued MY revolution....by putting an end to yours; but you couldn't handle it could you? I was moments away from unlocking the great achievment in my career by winning the North American Championship, but you crushed my dreams by delivering Hurts Donut off the ladder. That's why Chuck Taylor turned on you and joined me Johnny; he was tired of being held back. Tonight, however, I take my destiny into my own hands. I was told that I have to fight for my right to take part in The Tournament for the Title. Bring on my opponent you monkeys and let the Panama City Playboy take you to paradise.....
We wait for a few moments before Cole tells the ref if nobody is coming out he better start a 10 count when "Down" hits and Johnny Gargano comes out with a mic!
Gargano: Oh Adam, I'm really glad you can run your mouth as well as you do....because it's the only part of you that will be able to move when your match is done. You see; while I am not able to compete in this tournament, being the proud Junior Heavyweight that I am, I WAS granted the ability to pick your opponent for the evening.
Adam Cole is irate in the ring, Johnny Gargano laughs from on stage as we wait to see who it is....
*WE ARE THE NATION...OF DOMINATION!*....IT'S UHAA NATION!
Striker: OH MY!
Uhaa Nation comes to the ring along with his tag team partner Ezekiel Jackson. Uhaa gets in the ring and Cole has a mix of fear and anger on his face.
Match Number Two: NWA South Beach TV Champion "The Panama City Playboy" Adam Cole vs. NWA South Beach Tag Team Champion Uhaa Nation (Tournament for the Title Qualifier)
Uhaa Nation hasn't had a singles match in what seems like forever here in South Beach and as any tag team wrestler can tell you, its difficult to make that transition to being a singles wrestler in a long match. For a competitor the caliber of Uhaa Nation, this wasn't a problem. Adam Cole was still wearing the wounds of his battle at Starrcade as well as the Psycho Driver that he took earlier last month and "The Man that is as Strong as a Nation" was fresh as a daisy by comparison. Cole fought valiantly against Uhaa but eventually succumbed to an All Out Assault, the second of the power bombs appearing to knock Cole unconscious. From there it was academic as the ref counted three. This one is over.
Winner: Uhaa Nation
After the match The Nation of Domination would collect their South Beach Tag Titles and leave, Gargano giving them a wide berth on his way to the ring. Gargano gets in the ring, stands over Gargano and says "Hurts....Donut?" The EMTs take Cole out on a stretcher as we take a look at all the exciting things happening in NWA Kenshiki over in Japan. We come back and the ring is filling up with competitors for what the announcers are saying is a Battle Royal to determine one of South Beach's spots in the Tournament for the Title.
Match Number Three: NWA South Beach Champion Chris Hero vs. Bully Ray vs. Ezekiel Jackson vs. Bobby Roode vs. Jon Moxley vs. Bray Wyatt vs. Kenny King (Battle Royal Tournament for the Title Qualifier)
Everyone on the South Beach roster meeting the minimum weight requirements for the NWA World Heavyweight Title (225 lbs or heavier) was involved in this match and it was chaotic from the start. Roode threw out Kenny King after King tried to hit a flying cross body, Roode was eliminated by Bray when Roode eliminated King. Hero and Bully Ray would end up eliminating each other simultaneously and continue battling to the back which left Jon Moxley to go with Bray Wyatt. These two have forgotten more about how to get inside an opponent's head than most in the business will ever know which made this a thinking man's confrontation. Moxley and Wyatt would go on for a few minutes with both men coming close to victory on multiple occasions but Moxley would get the upper hand after eliminating Wyatt!
Winner: Jon Moxley
After the match Wyatt would kneel at ringside laughing as Moxley would point to the big "Spring Stampede" sign above the entrance way and mime shooting it, causing it to spark! Moxley is quite possibly deranged, Wyatt is still laughing.....what could this mean for the Tournament for the Title? The ring clears and we're getting straight to our main event.
MAIN EVENT: CM Punk vs. Jay Lethal (One Hour Iron Man Match. If Punk wins, he earns a spot in the Tournament for the Title. If he loses, he isn't allowed to challenge for the NWA World Heavyweight Title until Fall Brawl 2014)
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for our main event of the evening! This match is a ONE HOUR LONG IRON MAN MATCH to determine if CM Punk enters the Tournament for the title. Introducing the participants. First standing in the corner to my right, he weighs in tonight at two hundred fifteen pounds, he's from Elizabeth, New Jersey: Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay LEEEEEEEEEEEEETHAL!
The crowd starts chanting "LET'S GO LETHAL!" but quickly boos when Roberts starts his introduction of the other participant.
Roberts: Introducing his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois. He weighs in tonight at two hundred twenty-five pounds, C! M! PUNK!
The crowd boos as the ref calls both men to the middle of the ring. Punk has an arrogant smirk across his face. You can feel the tension building in the arena. This is a match that could headline one of South Beach's signature shows but we are bringing it to you live right now, with a chance at professional wrestling's greatest prize hanging in the balance. Punk looks bored until the ref tells both men to go to their respective corners when he spits in the face of Lethal! Lethal goes irate as the ref manages to get him back in his corner and admonishes Punk before ringing the bell and narrowly avoiding Lethal who almost flies across the ring to attack Punk! Punk takes refuge in the ropes but Jay doesn't care and the referee begins to count to five, trying to get Jay to give a clean break but he isn't having any of it. The ref is forced to call a DQ! Punk's up 1-0!
Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, Jay Lethal did not break before the count of five; therefore he has been disqualified. Punk leads one to nothing.
Lethal finally snaps out of it long enough to hear what happened and immediately starts kicking the ropes in frustration while Punk laughs in the corner. The announcers mention that while Punk is from Chicago he can be as manipulative as the Detroit Pistons basketball teams of the late eighties and early nineties were: if they had you thinking about how unfair you were being or focusing on something other than the matter at hand, beating them when the final bell/buzzer sounded, they were doing their jobs correctly. Lethal goes back to his corner as the ref checks on Punk, who of course isn't really hurt, and asks if he would like to continue. Punk puts on a pained face, says yes, and starts to exaggeratedly limp around the ring. Lethal has to be seeing red right now. Five of those sixty minutes have passed and he's down one fall because he let himself get caught up in the moment. Lethal and Punk eventually lock up and Punk with a side headlock takeover but Lethal counters into a head scissors and cranks it in while Punk struggles to find a way out; eventually flipping over into a modified jackknife cover for one but Lethal powers up, attempts a backslide, breaks free, and snaps off a neck breaker before laying in the boots to any part of Punk he can reach. The ref warns Lethal again and this time Jay backs off as the crowd is FIRMLY behind the man who many believe was a breakout star at Starrcade. Lethal goes over to Punk who is backed up in a corner, and ends up eating the second turnbuckle via dropkick. Punk rolls through and rolls Lethal up...he's got the tights! The ref doesn't see! He counts three! Punk stole another!
Roberts: CM Punk is up two falls to zero.
Lethal is incensed but eventually starts smiling! The hard camera shows a close up of Lethal grabbing near the frontal junction of his pants and telling Punk to grow a pair and fight him for real! Punk looks stunned and that calm demeanor vanishes in an instant as Punk goes on the offensive recklessly and pushes Lethal back into the ropes, earning a four count from the ref before making a clean break. Lethal grins and the two men finally lock up, Punk with a knee to the gut and hooks the arm for a suplex and snaps it off before signaling for the GTS. Punk has him up but Lethal slips out behind him....and hits the Lethal Combination! Punk is stunned as Lethal makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! LETHAL IS ON THE BOARD!
Roberts: Jay Lethal takes the third fall. CM Punk leads two falls to one.
Lethal has this crowd fired up now. Punk looks shocked as Jay holds up three fingers one by one as if saying "It's that easy" before backing away as the ref asks the Second City Saint if he wishes to continue. Punk nods, gains his bearings and starts maneuvering around the ring, searching for a hole in Jay's defenses. Jay and Punk meet in the center of the ring and Punk with a knife-edge chop to Lethal. Lethal staggers but counters with a chop of his own! Punk with a chop! Lethal returns fire! Punk and Lethal go back and forth for about two minutes as the crowd starts going crazy. Punk and Lethal lock up and Lethal gets sent into the ropes, ducks underneath the Punk leap frog, hits the ropes and leaps over Punk, stopping as Punk gets up and delivering a BLISTERING chop to the chest which floors Punk! Punk is reeling as Lethal goes up top and points to the sky! Lethal takes flight looking for Hail to the King! Punk moves! Lethal crashes and burns! Punk covers and puts his feet on the ropes! The ref doesn't see! He counts three! Punk increases his lead!
Roberts: CM Punk has taken the fourth fall. CM Punk leads three falls to one. There are thirty-five minutes remaining in this match.
Punk laughs and taps his wrist. Lethal rolls into a neutral corner and pulls himself up rope by rope, hatred etched on his face. Lethal and Punk lock up but Punk quickly breaks and catches himself in the ropes, wagging a finger tauntingly. Lethal breaks off and kicks the rope in frustration...before running to Punk and hitting him with a dropkick! Lethal drags Punk into the center of the ring and starts stomping every part he can reach before mounting and firing rights to the Punk's head. He breaks before the count of five and goes up to the top! Diving Dynamite! Lethal's a little dazed but makes the cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Punk gets the shoulder up! Lethal looks frustrated but takes Punk into a corner and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Lethal looks for a superplex but Punk blocks. Punk and Lethal fight up top and Punk pushes Jay off before taking flight with a flying elbow of his own! It connects! Punk covers looking to build what would be an insurmountable lead! ONE.....TWO.....Lethal kicks out! Punk cries out in frustration...and gets caught in an inside cradle! ONE! TWO! THREE! LETHAL FIGHTS BACK!
Roberts: Jay Lethal takes the fifth fall. CM Punk leads three falls to two. There are twenty-five minutes remaining in the match.
Lethal goes on the offensive and Punk falls back, playing defense! Lethal dazes Punk in the corner and tries for Lethal Injection II but Punk pushes off and Lethal lands on his feet. Punk tries for a clothesline but Lethal ducks and hits an enzugiri! Lethal hits the ropes coming off a back handspring and hits the Lethal Injection! Lethal covers! ONE.....TWO....AND Punk gets the shoulder up! Lethal pounds his fists into the mat as the crowd starts chanting "LET'S GO LETHAL!" Lethal stares at his hands and picks Punk up. Lethal takes Punk over to a corner and sets him up top, facing the fans.....what is Lethal planning? Lethal hooks Punk like he's going to try for an inverted superplex...he lifts and jumps off....he drops Punk into a wheelbarrow facebuster! Punk clutches at his face as the camera shows him bleeding from his nose and the crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" over and over in the background. Lethal rolls Punk over, trying to tie this up at three falls apiece. ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Punk put a foot on the ropes! Lethal screams to the ceiling and goes to the other side of the ring as Punk pulls himself up in a corner. Lethal taps his knee and it looks like he's going to go for one of Punk's signature moves! Lethal takes off but Punk lunges from his corner, catches Lethal, slams him down, and traps him in the Anaconda Vise! Lethal has been caught in the vise in the middle of the ring as Roberts announces that there are fifteen minutes left in the match. Lethal is struggling, Punk is cranking back with a demented gleam in his eye. He keeps shouting "THE BELT IS MINE! THE BELT IS MINE!" as Jay frantically claws with his feet and right hand, doing anything he can to try and make it to a rope or do anything to cause a break. Lethal keeps clawing, he's a finger tip away as the crowd is DEAFENING, trying to will Jay to the ropes......and he makes it! Lethal makes it! Punk breaks the hold at four as Striker and Schilling have lost their voices at the announcer's table. Lethal struggles to his feet, Punk gets to a vertical base as well. They meet at the center of the ring and start trading right hands back and forth until Lethal ducks, puts Punk over his shoulder.....THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE! LETHAL HIT HIS VERSION OF THE AIR RAID CRASH! LETHAL COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE! LETHAL HAS TIED IT UP!
Roberts: Jay Lethal has taken the sixth fall. Jay Lethal and CM Punk are tied three falls to three. There are eight minutes left in this match.
Both combatants are face down on the mat as the crowd chants "THIS IS AWESOME! *clap clap clap clap clap* THIS IS AWESOME! *clap clap clap clap clap*" They get to their knees and are clinging two each other as they strike with rights that look like they're barely connecting with force. They use each other to get to a vertical base and continue striking, neither man willing to give an inch. Lethal ends up missing wildly with a right and Punk goes behind, grabbing Lethal's left arm in a hammerlock....PEPSI TWIST! PUNK CONNECTED WITH THE PEPSI TWIST! It was out of desperation but he hit it! Punk falls on top of Lethal! ONE.....TWO.....NO! Lethal kicks out at two and nine tenths! JAY LETHAL WILL NOT DIE! Punk is on his hands and knees PLEADING with the ref for that to have been a three count. There are tears in his eyes as he backs the ref into the corner while the ref resolutely stands his ground. Justin Roberts announces that there is one minute left as Lethal struggles to his feet and goes after Punk. He gets to Punk and ends up falling to the ground.....PUNK WITH THE LOW BLOW! The ref never saw it! Punk turns around, falls on Lethal, and hooks both legs! NOT LIKE THIS! ONE! *Striker: PLEASE JAY KICK OUT!* TWO! *Schilling: THIS ISN'T RIGHT!* THREE! PUNK TAKES THE FALL! The clock expires! The camera locks on the ref who is talking to Justin Roberts. He has the call.
Roberts: CM Punk takes the seventh fall. Time has expired; therefore ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match by a score of four to three, is C. M. PUNK!
The crowd boos as the ref raises a slumping Punk's hand in the air. Fate of an Angel goes off the air with "Cult of Personality" blaring and two broken bodies in the middle of the ring. Good night everybody!
