The Road to Hell
Feb 24, 2014 16:16:04 GMT -7
Post by howardschilling on Feb 24, 2014 16:16:04 GMT -7
*Author's note: Once again I find myself apologizing for not reading shows. Tonight during Raw I'll read and comment on everyone's latest. I swear*
We barely get a shot of a SOLD OUT Tampa Bay Times Forum when "Cult of Personality" hits and CM Punk comes to the ring and the crowd is showering him with boos. He gets in the ring and he has a mic. Let's see what he has to say.
Punk: Welcome to NWA South Beach....and welcome to Tampa! *Crowd pops unsteadily* Home of three professional sports franchises.....NONE of whom are ANYTHING close to respectable. *crowd boos* You've got the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, who've just came off yet another season that made sane people question whether the University of Miami could have done better. Heck at least my Chicago Bears had the decency to get to eight wins this season in an infinitely tougher division. You have the Tampa Bay Rays; who are a great baseball team, but I guarantee half of you people here forgot that the state of Florida had two baseball teams, let alone one which has seen the playoffs the last few years. There are more people here tonight to see a show that is going to pick up it's roots and move to another city than there were for game 163 between the Rays and Rangers. That's pathetic. Then you have the Tampa Bay Lightning *crowd pops again*, who at the Olympic Break are sitting at third place in the Eastern Conference....but let's face it, that's the EASTERN CONFERENCE. If we took the Lightning and placed them in the West, they'd be nothing but a sixth seed; thirteen points and three slots down from the team that will win the Stanley Cup again this year, my Chicago Blackhawks. *crowd boos loudly* However, we're not here to talk about hockey; we're here to talk about the NWA World Heavyweight Title Tournament. Before I address my opponent for the evening, and this entire stupid tournament; let me address one silly matter: Jay Lethal. *crowd pops as CM Punk digs in the pocket of his "Best Since Day One" hoodie (on sale now at shop.nwasouthbeach.com in all sizes) before producing a piece of paper* This right here Jayson is a no contact order. From tonight until Spring Stampede, if you so much as breathe in my general direction I'll have you arrested for assault. *Crowd boos* This letter also stipulates that you are NOT allowed ANYWHERE near the ring, in the crowd, in the rafters, ANYWHERE during my matches. You call my victory a fluke Jay? These next five matches won't be which brings me back to the title tournament. Could I have Jon Moxley and Uhaa Nation come to the ring? I know both of you are back there.
Jon Moxley comes to the ring first to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd. Uhaa Nation comes out next, his NWA South Beach Tag Team Title belt gleaming around his waist, to a somewhat better reaction.
Punk: Thank you for coming to the ring gentlemen. First of all I want everyone in the building to look at this right now: you have the best in the world standing in the ring, and two guys that can make a legitimate claim to being the second best. *Moxley looks like he wants to say something while Uhaa just stands back, arms folded across his barrel chest, and smirks* Uhaa, my man; I've gotta offer my congratulations to you first. You're the only person in this ring right now with a ticket to the second round. At NWA Hybrid Pro's "New Era" show, you defeated Mistico.....which is pretty much like defeating that spot monkey in Hybrid Pro who lost to Daniels, Paul London. From what I can understand because of my connections, you'll be facing off with Randy Orton in the next round. *Punk chuckles* Good luck with that one. Orton is one of the stiffest workers in this business, he isn't anything like you've faced in the NWA before. You want to prove to me and everyone else that you're "as strong as a nation"? Make yourself a legend by beating "The Legend Killer"; otherwise you should change your name to Uhaa City-State.
If Punk was looking to get a reaction out of Nation, it didn't work. Uhaa just stands there with a grin on his face.
Punk: Now as I see it our TV champ and his Kentucky Boyfriend, I mean Gentleman have a bit of a soft spot for you. I've pulled some strings with Magnus D over in Hybrid Pro and he's allowed Johnny Gargano and Chuck Taylor to come over so you four boys can have yourselves a play date. That match will be our second match of the evening. Now onto you Jon boy. I don't know what this Bullet Club you're now part of is, but know this; IF you can beat that illegal immigrant Hernandez tonight, you're going to need more than a bullet to beat me. You'd better bring a rocket launcher or even an H-Bomb, because you're going to need it to get past me. They don't call me "The Best in the World" for nothing. I WILL be the next NWA World Heavyweight Champion so help me God. Now onto my opponent for tonight: The Windy City Heavyweight Champion, "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters. Chris; I want you to know that I like your work a lot, and I sure as hell have respect for you as a performer....but do you HONESTLY think that you have a chance against me tonight? You call yourself a masterpiece, I create them. I am an artist; and you're getting in the ring with Leonardo Da Vinci, Salvador Dali, Ludwig van Beethoven, Auguste Rodin, and William Shakespeare all rolled into one tonight. EVERY match I am in is a masterpiece, and it's because of me. Tonight, "The Masterpiece" becomes a work of art; because I will it.
Punk drops the mic and leaves the ring. Uhaa leaves shortly after, leaving Moxley in the ring to face his first round opponent.
Match Number One: Jon Moxley (NWA South Beach) vs. Hernandez (NWA Fight Entertainment) (NWA World Heavyweight Title Tournament Quarterfinal Match)
Hernandez comes out with a grin on his face as he comes to the ring and for good reason, he outweighs his opponent by seventy pounds. Moxley spent most of this match playing defense, getting offense in where he could. Hernandez thought he had it won after nearly throwing Moxley out of the ring with a Crackerjack, but the lights would go out and "Broken Out in Love" would play! Here comes....Bray Wyatt? Wyatt approaches the ring, holding his arms out and shouting things that the mics can't pick up. Hernandez and the referee try and get Wyatt away from ringside and while all this is going on PAC slides in, makes sure Moxley is still conscious, and low blows Hernandez! PAC slides out of the ring, as Moxley hits the Boma Ye! Moxley covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Winner: Jon Moxley
After the match, PAC and Wyatt get in the ring with Moxley. Wyatt has a mic.
Wyatt: Now does it all make sense? Now do you understand? I can see you looking at the three of us in this ring and wonderin what's up with them man? We are the ones who walk around in the dark. We are the unwanted, the unnoticed, we watch in the shadows as you all live your lives; walking around with your delusions of grandeur! You go to your jobs and you tell yourself these lies that you're making a difference but all you are is just a bunch of puppets! I know you're askin, man if we're all puppets Bray Wyatt what does that make you and your men? We here in the ring were once like you; puppets, slaves to a machine.....but *chuckles* WE HAVE CUT THE STRINGS! Prince Devitt, you walk around in your castle in the United Kingdom, wearing a paper crown and living off of wealth that was built upon the backs of men. Prince Nana, you have built yourself an Embassy on the backs of those deemed less than you; the delusional, the working class that doesn't know that there is another way! We will show them the way, and together we will cut their puppet strings too man.
Moxley: Long ago I realized that a building is only as strong as it's foundation; if the bedrock crumbles, the structure falls and THAT is what we're gonna do. You think you're safe Embassy? Nobody is safe from us. We're not Hounds of Justice, we're not a Shield or a Family of any kind. We don't care if you like us, but you will finally SEE us.
Wyatt: You see, we're going to take down the machine; spoke by spoke until even the most skilled craftsmen who have worked in the forges of Hephaestus cannot put it back together. Then we will watch as it is cast adrift into the sea and burns *laughs softly* before building our kingdom and sitting on our thrones, where we will watch our enemies drown and laugh in their suffering.
PAC: Moxley said it best mates: this isn't a Shield or a Family, this is a Bullet Club.....
Wyatt: *chuckles*....and it's real man.
The lights in the Tampa Bay Times Forum go out momentarily. When they come back on, the ring is cleared, The Bullet Club is nowhere to be found, and Hernandez is stirring. THAT was eerie. We go to a quick video package for Spring Stampede which will be held at Amway Arena in Orlando on April 27.
We go to the locker room where Jay Lethal is pacing when NWA South Beach Champion Chris Hero comes in. He shakes Lethal's hand, tells him that he knows what Punk did was wrong; but Lethal has a great fighting spirit so at the next South Beach iPPV, how about he puts this belt on the line. Lethal smiles and they shake hands. Looks like we have a new match set for two weeks from now! We go back to the ring for match number two.
Match Number Two: Johnny Gargano and NWA South Beach Tag Team Champion Uhaa Nation vs. Chuck Taylor and NWA South Beach TV Champion Adam Cole
Despite not trusting each other completely, Gargano and Uhaa managed to get along pretty good in this match. Cole has racked up a lot of sins in his time since breaking away from Kyle O'Reilly, and tonight was no different. Uhaa would start with his triple power bomb, The All Out Assault, when "Voices" would hit and Uhaa's 2nd round opponent Randy Orton would come out! Nation would drop Cole like a ton of bricks before turning his attention to Orton. Gargano would go up the ramp and tell Uhaa to stay focused, but while both men were distracted Cole would tag Taylor in and the Kentucky Gentleman would score with an Awful Waffle to pick up the victory. For the second straight match outside interference proves the difference.
Winners: Adam Cole and Chuck Taylor
After the match Orton would pose at the entrance way while Cole and Taylor would point to their heads and laugh at Gargano who was furious. We go to a recap of the latest episode of NWA Hybrid Pro where Daniel Bryan and Sean Waltman had an early contender for Match of the Year for the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title. We go back to the ring to Justin Roberts.
Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen; our main event, scheduled for one fall, is a Tournament for the Title quarterfinal match. Introducing the participants; standing in the corner to my left from Los Angeles, California he weighs in tonight at 265 pounds. He is the NWA Windy City Heavyweight Champion: THE MASTERPIECE CHRRRRIS MAASTERS!
The crowd applauds as Masters holds up the Windy City Heavyweight Title belt with pride before motioning around his waist.
Roberts: Introducing his opponent standing in the corner to my right; from Chicago, Illinois he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds. He is a former NWA Heavyweight Champion of the World! C! M! PUNK!
Punk shouts out "BEST IN THE WORLD!" as the crowd boos.
Main Event: NWA Windy City Heavyweight Champion "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters vs. CM Punk (Tournament for the Title Quarterfinal match)
The bell rings as the combatants circle each other before moving in close and amazingly it's Punk that wants a test of strength! Punk holds his left hand up as Masters looks around bemused and bounces his pecs a few times. Punk asks Masters if he's scared so Chris grins, grips Punk's hand and IMMEDIATELY makes the Chicago Made Savior wish he hadn't asked. Masters wrenches it in a little more before letting go. Punk backs away as Masters takes one step forward and flexes and the crowd POPS. Punk goes to the outside as the crowd quickly chants "HE'S A COWARD!" Punk gets back in the ring, pointing at his head....and asks for another test of strength? Masters smirks, says "It's your trip to the hospital", and grabs Punk's hand only to receive a thumb to the eye. Punk goes on the offensive now, with repeated chops to the chest that back Masters into a corner. Masters is dazed as Punk runs across the ring and slaps his knee. Punk runs back...and gets hit with the Polish Hammer in midair! GOOD GOD that could have caved Punk's chest in! Masters with the cover: one....two...NO! Punk gets the shoulder up at two and a quarter. The announce team mentions the fact that a double axe handle to the chest nearly took down the self-professed "Best in the World" speaks to how strong the Windy City Heavyweight Champion really is. Masters brings Punk back up and hooks him for a suplex. Masters gets him up and holds him there.....and holds him there....Punk is kicking his legs trying to shift his weight......and Masters brings Punk down to complete the suplex, Punk's back buckling. Masters gets up and poses before going go the cover: One...Two...NO! Punk got the shoulder up.
Some fans are chanting for Punk but the majority of the crowd is behind Masters. Masters picks Punk up and sends him into the ropes but Punk hangs on instead of coming back. Master rushes, Punk ducks and holds the ropes, and the masterpiece tumbles to the floor. Punk hits the ropes and tries for a suicide dive but Masters catches him in midair! Masters adjusts his grip and looks like he's going to ram his opponent back first into the ring post but Punk manages to kick out to the post and hit a ddt on the floor! The crowd applauds as the ref's count hits five before both men slowly get to their feet; Masters rolls into the ring first, with Punk following to the apron. Punk with a shoulder block through the ropes, floats over Masters and runs the ropes only to get caught on the return by a bear hug from the Masterpiece! Masters' biceps are flexing as he applies more pressure to the ribs and back. Punk is hollering in pain and starts to battle back with elbows to the the head. Punk dazes Chris enough to slip out of the bear hug, locks in a hammerlock...and hits a Devil Lock DDT! Punk shoots the half: ONE....TWO....NO! Masters got the shoulder up! Masters is up to his knees and Punk starts laying in with kicks to the chest, but Masters stops a kick and picks him up! Masters has him set for a military press slam and body presses him a few times before dropping him but Punk lands on his feet! Masters turns around to a kick to the midsection and Punk butterflies the arms...WELCOME TO CHICAGO MOTHER F*CKER! Punk, using all his strength, hits the double underhook back breaker! Punk collapses across Masters: ONE......TWO.....NO! MASTERS KICKS OUT AT TWO AND THREE-FOURTHS!
The crowd chants "THIS IS AWESOME!" Masters and Punk get unsteadily to their feet and start trading blows in the middle of the ring. Punk misses with a left and Masters tries to cinch in The Master Lock! Punk struggles and barely manages to get his right foot on a bottom rope before Chris can lock it in! They start trading blows again but Punk goes downstairs and takes Chris over with a fireman's carry before locking in the Anaconda Vise! Masters is struggling but manages to barely get to the ropes! The ref counts to four before Punk breaks. Punk pulls Chris to his feet and tries for the Punk Handle Piledriver but Masters slips out and tries for the Master Lock again, but Punk slips through, grabs the left hand...PEPSI TWIST! Punk covers! ONE! TWO! NO! Masters gets the shoulder up! Punk tries to start pounding on Chris but he's shaking it off as this crowd is deafening! Masters gets to his feet and blocks a right from Punk! Masters scores with a left! Masters with a right! Punk is wobbly and Masters sends him into a corner.....STINGER SPLASH! Chris catches Punk before he can hit the mat and sets him on the top turnbuckle, before going for an alley-oop bomb, but Punk back flips out of it and nails a roundhouse kick to the head! Punk just clocked the Windy City Heavyweight Champ! Punk hauls Masters to the top....PEPSI PLUNGE! MOTHER OF GOD PUNK HIT THE PEPSI PLUNGE! PUNK HOOKS BOTH LEGS! ONE! TWO! THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
Winner: CM Punk
The crowd applauds the efforts of both men. The Road to Hell.....and Spring Stampede for that matter, ends with Punk barely able to stand. He looks at the camera and shouts "That's one!". Good night from Tampa everybody!
We barely get a shot of a SOLD OUT Tampa Bay Times Forum when "Cult of Personality" hits and CM Punk comes to the ring and the crowd is showering him with boos. He gets in the ring and he has a mic. Let's see what he has to say.
Punk: Welcome to NWA South Beach....and welcome to Tampa! *Crowd pops unsteadily* Home of three professional sports franchises.....NONE of whom are ANYTHING close to respectable. *crowd boos* You've got the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, who've just came off yet another season that made sane people question whether the University of Miami could have done better. Heck at least my Chicago Bears had the decency to get to eight wins this season in an infinitely tougher division. You have the Tampa Bay Rays; who are a great baseball team, but I guarantee half of you people here forgot that the state of Florida had two baseball teams, let alone one which has seen the playoffs the last few years. There are more people here tonight to see a show that is going to pick up it's roots and move to another city than there were for game 163 between the Rays and Rangers. That's pathetic. Then you have the Tampa Bay Lightning *crowd pops again*, who at the Olympic Break are sitting at third place in the Eastern Conference....but let's face it, that's the EASTERN CONFERENCE. If we took the Lightning and placed them in the West, they'd be nothing but a sixth seed; thirteen points and three slots down from the team that will win the Stanley Cup again this year, my Chicago Blackhawks. *crowd boos loudly* However, we're not here to talk about hockey; we're here to talk about the NWA World Heavyweight Title Tournament. Before I address my opponent for the evening, and this entire stupid tournament; let me address one silly matter: Jay Lethal. *crowd pops as CM Punk digs in the pocket of his "Best Since Day One" hoodie (on sale now at shop.nwasouthbeach.com in all sizes) before producing a piece of paper* This right here Jayson is a no contact order. From tonight until Spring Stampede, if you so much as breathe in my general direction I'll have you arrested for assault. *Crowd boos* This letter also stipulates that you are NOT allowed ANYWHERE near the ring, in the crowd, in the rafters, ANYWHERE during my matches. You call my victory a fluke Jay? These next five matches won't be which brings me back to the title tournament. Could I have Jon Moxley and Uhaa Nation come to the ring? I know both of you are back there.
Jon Moxley comes to the ring first to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd. Uhaa Nation comes out next, his NWA South Beach Tag Team Title belt gleaming around his waist, to a somewhat better reaction.
Punk: Thank you for coming to the ring gentlemen. First of all I want everyone in the building to look at this right now: you have the best in the world standing in the ring, and two guys that can make a legitimate claim to being the second best. *Moxley looks like he wants to say something while Uhaa just stands back, arms folded across his barrel chest, and smirks* Uhaa, my man; I've gotta offer my congratulations to you first. You're the only person in this ring right now with a ticket to the second round. At NWA Hybrid Pro's "New Era" show, you defeated Mistico.....which is pretty much like defeating that spot monkey in Hybrid Pro who lost to Daniels, Paul London. From what I can understand because of my connections, you'll be facing off with Randy Orton in the next round. *Punk chuckles* Good luck with that one. Orton is one of the stiffest workers in this business, he isn't anything like you've faced in the NWA before. You want to prove to me and everyone else that you're "as strong as a nation"? Make yourself a legend by beating "The Legend Killer"; otherwise you should change your name to Uhaa City-State.
If Punk was looking to get a reaction out of Nation, it didn't work. Uhaa just stands there with a grin on his face.
Punk: Now as I see it our TV champ and his Kentucky Boyfriend, I mean Gentleman have a bit of a soft spot for you. I've pulled some strings with Magnus D over in Hybrid Pro and he's allowed Johnny Gargano and Chuck Taylor to come over so you four boys can have yourselves a play date. That match will be our second match of the evening. Now onto you Jon boy. I don't know what this Bullet Club you're now part of is, but know this; IF you can beat that illegal immigrant Hernandez tonight, you're going to need more than a bullet to beat me. You'd better bring a rocket launcher or even an H-Bomb, because you're going to need it to get past me. They don't call me "The Best in the World" for nothing. I WILL be the next NWA World Heavyweight Champion so help me God. Now onto my opponent for tonight: The Windy City Heavyweight Champion, "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters. Chris; I want you to know that I like your work a lot, and I sure as hell have respect for you as a performer....but do you HONESTLY think that you have a chance against me tonight? You call yourself a masterpiece, I create them. I am an artist; and you're getting in the ring with Leonardo Da Vinci, Salvador Dali, Ludwig van Beethoven, Auguste Rodin, and William Shakespeare all rolled into one tonight. EVERY match I am in is a masterpiece, and it's because of me. Tonight, "The Masterpiece" becomes a work of art; because I will it.
Punk drops the mic and leaves the ring. Uhaa leaves shortly after, leaving Moxley in the ring to face his first round opponent.
Match Number One: Jon Moxley (NWA South Beach) vs. Hernandez (NWA Fight Entertainment) (NWA World Heavyweight Title Tournament Quarterfinal Match)
Hernandez comes out with a grin on his face as he comes to the ring and for good reason, he outweighs his opponent by seventy pounds. Moxley spent most of this match playing defense, getting offense in where he could. Hernandez thought he had it won after nearly throwing Moxley out of the ring with a Crackerjack, but the lights would go out and "Broken Out in Love" would play! Here comes....Bray Wyatt? Wyatt approaches the ring, holding his arms out and shouting things that the mics can't pick up. Hernandez and the referee try and get Wyatt away from ringside and while all this is going on PAC slides in, makes sure Moxley is still conscious, and low blows Hernandez! PAC slides out of the ring, as Moxley hits the Boma Ye! Moxley covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Winner: Jon Moxley
After the match, PAC and Wyatt get in the ring with Moxley. Wyatt has a mic.
Wyatt: Now does it all make sense? Now do you understand? I can see you looking at the three of us in this ring and wonderin what's up with them man? We are the ones who walk around in the dark. We are the unwanted, the unnoticed, we watch in the shadows as you all live your lives; walking around with your delusions of grandeur! You go to your jobs and you tell yourself these lies that you're making a difference but all you are is just a bunch of puppets! I know you're askin, man if we're all puppets Bray Wyatt what does that make you and your men? We here in the ring were once like you; puppets, slaves to a machine.....but *chuckles* WE HAVE CUT THE STRINGS! Prince Devitt, you walk around in your castle in the United Kingdom, wearing a paper crown and living off of wealth that was built upon the backs of men. Prince Nana, you have built yourself an Embassy on the backs of those deemed less than you; the delusional, the working class that doesn't know that there is another way! We will show them the way, and together we will cut their puppet strings too man.
Moxley: Long ago I realized that a building is only as strong as it's foundation; if the bedrock crumbles, the structure falls and THAT is what we're gonna do. You think you're safe Embassy? Nobody is safe from us. We're not Hounds of Justice, we're not a Shield or a Family of any kind. We don't care if you like us, but you will finally SEE us.
Wyatt: You see, we're going to take down the machine; spoke by spoke until even the most skilled craftsmen who have worked in the forges of Hephaestus cannot put it back together. Then we will watch as it is cast adrift into the sea and burns *laughs softly* before building our kingdom and sitting on our thrones, where we will watch our enemies drown and laugh in their suffering.
PAC: Moxley said it best mates: this isn't a Shield or a Family, this is a Bullet Club.....
Wyatt: *chuckles*....and it's real man.
The lights in the Tampa Bay Times Forum go out momentarily. When they come back on, the ring is cleared, The Bullet Club is nowhere to be found, and Hernandez is stirring. THAT was eerie. We go to a quick video package for Spring Stampede which will be held at Amway Arena in Orlando on April 27.
We go to the locker room where Jay Lethal is pacing when NWA South Beach Champion Chris Hero comes in. He shakes Lethal's hand, tells him that he knows what Punk did was wrong; but Lethal has a great fighting spirit so at the next South Beach iPPV, how about he puts this belt on the line. Lethal smiles and they shake hands. Looks like we have a new match set for two weeks from now! We go back to the ring for match number two.
Match Number Two: Johnny Gargano and NWA South Beach Tag Team Champion Uhaa Nation vs. Chuck Taylor and NWA South Beach TV Champion Adam Cole
Despite not trusting each other completely, Gargano and Uhaa managed to get along pretty good in this match. Cole has racked up a lot of sins in his time since breaking away from Kyle O'Reilly, and tonight was no different. Uhaa would start with his triple power bomb, The All Out Assault, when "Voices" would hit and Uhaa's 2nd round opponent Randy Orton would come out! Nation would drop Cole like a ton of bricks before turning his attention to Orton. Gargano would go up the ramp and tell Uhaa to stay focused, but while both men were distracted Cole would tag Taylor in and the Kentucky Gentleman would score with an Awful Waffle to pick up the victory. For the second straight match outside interference proves the difference.
Winners: Adam Cole and Chuck Taylor
After the match Orton would pose at the entrance way while Cole and Taylor would point to their heads and laugh at Gargano who was furious. We go to a recap of the latest episode of NWA Hybrid Pro where Daniel Bryan and Sean Waltman had an early contender for Match of the Year for the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title. We go back to the ring to Justin Roberts.
Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen; our main event, scheduled for one fall, is a Tournament for the Title quarterfinal match. Introducing the participants; standing in the corner to my left from Los Angeles, California he weighs in tonight at 265 pounds. He is the NWA Windy City Heavyweight Champion: THE MASTERPIECE CHRRRRIS MAASTERS!
The crowd applauds as Masters holds up the Windy City Heavyweight Title belt with pride before motioning around his waist.
Roberts: Introducing his opponent standing in the corner to my right; from Chicago, Illinois he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds. He is a former NWA Heavyweight Champion of the World! C! M! PUNK!
Punk shouts out "BEST IN THE WORLD!" as the crowd boos.
Main Event: NWA Windy City Heavyweight Champion "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters vs. CM Punk (Tournament for the Title Quarterfinal match)
The bell rings as the combatants circle each other before moving in close and amazingly it's Punk that wants a test of strength! Punk holds his left hand up as Masters looks around bemused and bounces his pecs a few times. Punk asks Masters if he's scared so Chris grins, grips Punk's hand and IMMEDIATELY makes the Chicago Made Savior wish he hadn't asked. Masters wrenches it in a little more before letting go. Punk backs away as Masters takes one step forward and flexes and the crowd POPS. Punk goes to the outside as the crowd quickly chants "HE'S A COWARD!" Punk gets back in the ring, pointing at his head....and asks for another test of strength? Masters smirks, says "It's your trip to the hospital", and grabs Punk's hand only to receive a thumb to the eye. Punk goes on the offensive now, with repeated chops to the chest that back Masters into a corner. Masters is dazed as Punk runs across the ring and slaps his knee. Punk runs back...and gets hit with the Polish Hammer in midair! GOOD GOD that could have caved Punk's chest in! Masters with the cover: one....two...NO! Punk gets the shoulder up at two and a quarter. The announce team mentions the fact that a double axe handle to the chest nearly took down the self-professed "Best in the World" speaks to how strong the Windy City Heavyweight Champion really is. Masters brings Punk back up and hooks him for a suplex. Masters gets him up and holds him there.....and holds him there....Punk is kicking his legs trying to shift his weight......and Masters brings Punk down to complete the suplex, Punk's back buckling. Masters gets up and poses before going go the cover: One...Two...NO! Punk got the shoulder up.
Some fans are chanting for Punk but the majority of the crowd is behind Masters. Masters picks Punk up and sends him into the ropes but Punk hangs on instead of coming back. Master rushes, Punk ducks and holds the ropes, and the masterpiece tumbles to the floor. Punk hits the ropes and tries for a suicide dive but Masters catches him in midair! Masters adjusts his grip and looks like he's going to ram his opponent back first into the ring post but Punk manages to kick out to the post and hit a ddt on the floor! The crowd applauds as the ref's count hits five before both men slowly get to their feet; Masters rolls into the ring first, with Punk following to the apron. Punk with a shoulder block through the ropes, floats over Masters and runs the ropes only to get caught on the return by a bear hug from the Masterpiece! Masters' biceps are flexing as he applies more pressure to the ribs and back. Punk is hollering in pain and starts to battle back with elbows to the the head. Punk dazes Chris enough to slip out of the bear hug, locks in a hammerlock...and hits a Devil Lock DDT! Punk shoots the half: ONE....TWO....NO! Masters got the shoulder up! Masters is up to his knees and Punk starts laying in with kicks to the chest, but Masters stops a kick and picks him up! Masters has him set for a military press slam and body presses him a few times before dropping him but Punk lands on his feet! Masters turns around to a kick to the midsection and Punk butterflies the arms...WELCOME TO CHICAGO MOTHER F*CKER! Punk, using all his strength, hits the double underhook back breaker! Punk collapses across Masters: ONE......TWO.....NO! MASTERS KICKS OUT AT TWO AND THREE-FOURTHS!
The crowd chants "THIS IS AWESOME!" Masters and Punk get unsteadily to their feet and start trading blows in the middle of the ring. Punk misses with a left and Masters tries to cinch in The Master Lock! Punk struggles and barely manages to get his right foot on a bottom rope before Chris can lock it in! They start trading blows again but Punk goes downstairs and takes Chris over with a fireman's carry before locking in the Anaconda Vise! Masters is struggling but manages to barely get to the ropes! The ref counts to four before Punk breaks. Punk pulls Chris to his feet and tries for the Punk Handle Piledriver but Masters slips out and tries for the Master Lock again, but Punk slips through, grabs the left hand...PEPSI TWIST! Punk covers! ONE! TWO! NO! Masters gets the shoulder up! Punk tries to start pounding on Chris but he's shaking it off as this crowd is deafening! Masters gets to his feet and blocks a right from Punk! Masters scores with a left! Masters with a right! Punk is wobbly and Masters sends him into a corner.....STINGER SPLASH! Chris catches Punk before he can hit the mat and sets him on the top turnbuckle, before going for an alley-oop bomb, but Punk back flips out of it and nails a roundhouse kick to the head! Punk just clocked the Windy City Heavyweight Champ! Punk hauls Masters to the top....PEPSI PLUNGE! MOTHER OF GOD PUNK HIT THE PEPSI PLUNGE! PUNK HOOKS BOTH LEGS! ONE! TWO! THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
Winner: CM Punk
The crowd applauds the efforts of both men. The Road to Hell.....and Spring Stampede for that matter, ends with Punk barely able to stand. He looks at the camera and shouts "That's one!". Good night from Tampa everybody!
