Saturday Night Special - November 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 10:36:13 GMT -7
Post by jp1985 on Nov 8, 2014 10:36:13 GMT -7
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Scarlett Bordeaux: Oh my God, I can't believe CM Punk is going to be here tonight!
Nikki St. John: Hahaha. As if he'd ever give you a second look when I'm here. When CM Punk shows up, he's going to take 1 look at me and-
Taeler Hendrix: Why don't you BOTH! Talk to the hand. See, when CM Punk shows up, there's only 1 woman in Ohio Valley that can satisfy his every need and I think we all know who that is.
Scarlett Bordeaux: Yeah, me!
Nikki St. John: No, me!
Taeler Hendrix: Ummmmm, NO!? I'm talking about ME!? HELLO!?
Scarlett Bordeaux: Hi?
Taeler Hendrix: UGHHHHHH! LOOK! CM Punk is going to show up soon and I want me to be the first thing he sees so go on. You 2 can leave now.
Nikki St. John: But-
Taeler Hendrix: LEAVE!
The 2 reluctantly leave the Queen Bee of the group to her imaginary throne as she tries to look seductive as she can, quickly trying out some poses. A noise on the other side gets her ready for her final position. She double checks her cleavage, arms back, leg out. The door opens ...
Tracy Smothers: What is this place? Skanks 'r us?! Look, I got a match tonight already but I know it's hard to resist the Dirty South.
Taeler Hendrix: Dirty ... South?
Tracy Smothers: That's right. Dirty. South. Eyes up here. But I guess even with that lipstick lesbian out there later tonight, I can fit in another match in the showers beforehand if you get what I mean!
Taeler Hendrix: What are you? Like 100?! Ewwww. As if!
She walks away in disgust.
Tracy Smothers: Hey! I'M NOT 100! No I'm not. But I am old enough to be her Daddy haha. Dirty South!
... and the show opening airs.
Taped from The Davis Arena in Louisville, Kentucky on November 8, 2014
Released to DVD-R through website and at merchandise table.
Available through the Ohio Valley website or the WWN Live website, next day on demand.
Southern Heavyweight champion: Jamin Olivencia
Southern Tag Team champions: The Skywalkers
TV champion: Metal Master
Women's champion: Jessie Belle
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Michael Hayes defeats The Body Guy @ 5:37 via submission with the Liberty Lock, a reverse Cobra Clutch applied on the mat. Hot opener that sees The Body Guy make some comments before hand. He usually says don't you wish you had a body like mine?, but tonight it takes on extra meaning because Hayes really wishes he had a body like his. That is to say, 2 legs! The fans ooh'd and Dean gave an "oh no he didn't" before Hayes laid into The Body Guy to start the match out. The Body Guy would briefly get control of the match, but like all others in recent weeks, he would taste defeat at the hands of the 1 legged Iraqi war veteran in his new found singles run. After the match, Body Guy jumped Hayes and called his body guard Melvin Maximus into the ring. He told Melvin to take off the prosthetic leg! Melvin reached down, but then let go. No. Body Guy asks what he means no?! Melvin is refusing. Body Guy tells him an order is an order, do it now! Melvin just turns and leaves as Body Guy tells him to get back here. Hayes is back up at this point and Body Guy turns to take a clothesline over the top rope and out to the floor. Hayes stands tall with a win in the opener.
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Ryan Howe defeats Stuart Miles @ 6:42 via submission to the Whammy Bar, a version of the Fujiwara Armbar. The Rockstar picks up a measure of revenge against The Pastor of Disaster here, but like the opener, we got some pre match mic work by The Reverend. He tells Howe that when he destroyed the electric guitar, he was just doing what everybody here wanted, taking a step toward the banning of rock music! It has led to deviant behavior and is in itself a gateway to sinning. Howe of course strongly disagrees and would waste little time trying to show Miles the error of his ways once the bell rings. Despite that, Miles had Howe in position for the dreaded Seth Rollins style curb stomp, Say Your Prayers. As Miles moved in, Howe instead swept out of the leg to send Miles down. He made a quick comeback and had The Pastor tapping seconds after locking in the Whammy Bar. After the match, Howe was presented with a new electric guitar by the Director of Authority Trailer Park Trash. Howe took the pick and started to let loose, giving the fans some tuneage as The Pastor was left to cover his ears in anger.
Southern Tag Team Title match
With it now being time for the Southern Tag Team Title match, the challenger Rudo Raul Lamotta was left to reveal his latest lemon of a mystery partner to take on The Skywalkers. Even Adam Rose could not call this choice a lemon though. From the back comes Roberto De Luna, better known as The Mexicutioner. This is certainly a surprise as this man had been operating as bodyguard to Dylan Bostic, but it appears he is now ready to break out on his own with this huge opportunity here tonight at the Saturday Night Special. |  | VS |  |  |
Match #3
Raul Lamotta & The Mexicutioner defeat Southern Tag Team champions The Skywalkers to win the titles @ 6:15 when Mexicutioner pinned Robbie Walker after a spear. Fifth time proves to be a charm for The Rudo as he not only defeats The Skywalkers but also takes away the Southern Tag Team championship in the process. Try as they may, the champions might have had speed on their side, but the strength and size advantage of The Mexicutioner just proved to be too much in the end. The quest of Lamotta has come a long way since the fans chanted "1, 2, 3" or "you tapped out" at him over the summer, and there is damn sure nobody saying that here. The referee hands Lamotta & Mexicutioner the championship belts and this team from down Mexico way may have challengers running for the border with performances like tonight's. Dean has to admit he is impressed, but next time, they won't have the element of surprise working for them, and you can bet that The Skywalkers will be coming back for more!
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Rob Terry defeats Eddie Diamond @ 4:25 via pinfall after a powerbomb. Despite EFD holding 2 pinfall victories over Terry, they served as motivation for him to transform himself into the no nonsense Bully. While you have to give Diamond an A for effort, this match served as little more than a glorified squash match. Anything Diamond tried, the far larger Terry completely no sold and just went right back onto the offensive. Finally after toying with EFD, he would hit the powerbomb and put him away for the 3. After the match, Terry seemed ready and willing to continue with his onslaught, but from the back emerged The Party Starter Bud Dwight! Fans cheered as Dwight entered, doing his alternating YES! style arm throws to get them going, but just looked like a geek when he turned to charge at Terry and took a big clothesline. Terry took Dwight, lifted him and drives him to the mat with a Thrust Spinebuster. Dean says Terry is impressive but all this is, is the school yard bully picking on the smaller guys at recess for their lunch money. An already injured Mohammad Ali Vaez, the far smaller Eddie Diamond, the vastly inexperienced Bud Dwight. If TV is any indicator, the 1 legged Iraqi war veteran Michael Hayes could be next and certainly falls in line with Terry's agenda.
TV Title vs Wears a Dress
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TV champion Metal Master defeats Dylan Bostic to retain the title @ 8:50 via pinfall after the Jackhammer. Unlike last month's title match between the 2 at Rage In The Cage with the mask on the line leading to a title change, no such luck here for The Justin Bieber of Professional Wrestling. The match was competitive with Bostic trying to hit his new finisher The Zig Zag, but the masked champion managed to block it and send Bostic just falling back to the mat. As he got up, Metal Master locked him in, lifted up and drove Bostic to the mat with the Jackhammer. Retaining his title, Metal Master disappears to the back, but Bostic remains. Not only does Bostic lose, but per the old school style stipulation, he must now wear a dress! Dean calls this extra humiliating for somebody that likens himself to a little egotistical jerk like Bostic does. Gilbert wonders if it actually does get any more humiliating than a comparison to Bieber in the first place. Titus meanwhile calls this a sham and he isn't sure how Trailer Park Trash gets his rocks off, but he thinks he speaks for everybody here when he says Bostic is the last person he wants to see in a dress.
From the back comes the Director of Authority TPT with the dress in hand. He tells Bostic that a deal is a deal, put it on. Bostic refuses. He basically repeats the line Titus gives saying that he knows TPT gets his jollies off seeing men wear dresses, but not tonight. TPT says he has 2 choices. Choice 1, put on the dress. Choice 2, be forced into the dress. Bostic gives his best Razor Ramon "ohhhh, I'm so scared" finger waving. Who's gonna do it, TPT? Go ahead. The DOA says he won't but there's somebody here tonight that will! "Don't Cha" by The Pussycat Dolls hits the PA as Davis Arena goes wild. Here comes Paredyse! The commentators speak about how he has been out of action for the last month, thanks to his participation in the King of The Valley ladder match, specifically jumping from the top of a ladder onto Chris Silvio to drive him through a table. He's back now though. Bostic takes a swing but Paredyse ducks and turns Bostic into an atomic drop. Bostic sells it like he just spent a night in a San Francisco prison. He turns and Paredyse goes to Irish whip him into the corner, but Bostic reverses. He charges in, but Paredyse reverse leapfrogs up and catches Bostic with a headscissors. He then repeatedly pulls Bostic's face into his rear as Titus exclaims KEISTER TO THE KISSER! Bostic is dazed as Paredyse hits him with The Long Kiss Goodnight, a forward STO. TPT hands him the dress and Paredyse puts it on Bostic to a big pop! BOSTIC IN A DRESS! Dean loves it, as Titus tells him yeah, you would. Dean clarifies this is all about humiliation and humbling and Bostic has been humbled old school style here tonight. Gilbert wants to know when he gets to take the dress off? Good question.
Battle of the Sexes
Before the match gets started, Dirty South Tracy Smothers takes a mic because he wants to give Heidi Lovelace 1 last chance to change her mind. He will even sweeten the offer cause that's just the kind of guy he is. If she wants a match with Dirty South, they can head backstage right now, grab a bottle of Thunderbird while he pops a blue pill and he will give a private wrestling lesson with submissions that are banned in the ring in 49 states if she gets what he's saying. Dean is sickened as usual while Gilbert is more curious as to which state hasn't banned that in the ring? Titus agrees and would like some tapes from that territory as Dean tells him to shut it. Lovelace says that as tempting as that offer is, she is here to show Smothers that not only does she belong in this ring, but she can beat Smothers 1, 2, 3. And the match is on. | VS |  |
Match #6
Tracy Smothers defeats Heidi Lovelace @ 6:24 via pinfall after a vicious right hand to the face. You have to give Lovelace credit. Not only did she hang with Smothers, but in fact controlled the majority of the match. A pumphandle slam by Smothers, complete with the theatrics you would expect from this chauvinist gimmick, slams Lovelace into the mat, but she manages to get a shoulder up at the 2. Smothers means business now, but Lovelace makes a comeback. A comeback complete with hitting the Shining Wizard to nearly upset the Wild Eyed Southern Boy, but Smothers would still kick out. As the action continued, a clearly desperate Smothers would catch Lovelace coming off the ropes square in the face with a punch. She dropped like a stack of bricks as Smothers went into the cover. The referee was borderline disgusted by that, as were the commentators. Smothers told him to count, which he reluctantly did, registering the 3. Titus says Lovelace wanted this, what did she think would happen? Dean says not this. Show some integrity maybe. Some class. Smothers acts like he has won the Superbowl with the win or something as he takes the mic while the referee checks on Lovelace. He tells them to hit it as "Stayin' Alive" by N-Trance comes over the PA and Smothers starts breaking out some of his old school FBI moves. Around ringside and to the back, what a low life. Lovelace is moving, she gets up and gets a standing ovation from the capacity crowd. She may not have won, but she did earn respect from the fans and probably many in the back as well.
Best of 5 Series: Match #1 - MMA Rules
The Ultimate Fighter Jay Bradley heads out with Mongo the Cut Man by his side. Titus says every great MMA fighter needs a cornerman, something he is sure Rudy Switchblade doesn't realize. Switchblade heads out and pauses before he gets joined by Elvis Pridemoore?! That's right! The man Bradley humiliated on TV in his exhibition will be cornering Switchblade in this ever important match #1 in their Best of 5. Bradley is beside himself, and why not? Gilbert points out that Elvis knows every last 1 of his secrets and this could be critical for Switchblade overcoming Bradley. Mongo reassures him but Bradley is having none of it. | VS |  |
After this, 3 judges are introduced for the match to try and give it more of an MMA feel. Out first is the Psychedelic Superstar Chris Silvio, out the last month with post concussion syndrome symptoms stemming from the King of The Valley ladder match at the Rage In The Cage iPPV. Next out is Mr. Wrestling Nick Dinsmore. Big pop for him, absent from Ohio Valley's main TV broadcast since being a part of Team OVW in the War Games match last month, focusing again on training tomorrow's superstars, today. While neither man is much of an MMA expert on the surface, apparently something qualifies them to judge this (aside from the likely fact that Ohio Valley just didn't want to fly in 3 judges). The third judge however is indeed a legit MMA expert. Out comes Dan The Beast Severn! Sporting an MMA record of 101-19-7, Severn has also dabbled in pro wrestling with many achievements there as well. While he doesn't quite get the pop of Silvio or Dinsmore since half the building has no real idea who he is in 2014 beyond a name and he is showing zero charisma, he does bring with him the UFC World Superfight championship belt and UFC V Tournament championship belt, placing them at the desk as the camera zooms in. Dinsmore puts on a look of impressed while Severn looks like he would rather be anywhere in the world but here, aka his normal look.
Bradley calls Switchblade to the middle of the ring and says he wants to go over the rules for anybody that missed TV. Right. We know where this is going as referee for the contest Chris Sharpe stands between them. Bradley starts and says no eye gouging as Switchblade cuts him off and asks like this? Switchblade with the eye poke this time! The 2 parties back up as Bradley complains to Sharpe, but it was before the bell so apparently alright by Bradley's own standards set on TV. A different femme fatale will play the role of ring girl for each round with Scarlett Bordeaux starting the festivities. She displays the "Round 1" card and heads out as Sharpe calls for the bell.
Match #7
Round 1
Both come out and circle each other before Switchblade goes in, but Bradley stays up up and gets to the ropes, ordering a break and getting it. They repeat with some taunting to the crowd by Bradley, telling them to shutup and telling Severn at ringside to "watch this." Severn's look is almost unchanged as Bradley moves in and takes a wild swing, but Switchblade ducks and goes for a second takedown. They end up in the ropes again where Bradley calls for the break. Sharpe gets in there, during which Bradley takes advantage of the poor positioning and strikes the throat. Elvis tries to alert the ref, but to no avail as Bradley just smiles and stalks his prey. Bradley gets in some stiff body shots and leg kicks, before a takedown. Bradley has the guard and tries to take the back of Switchblade, likely looking for that Rear Naked Choke. He looks for some ground and pound to get the advantage, but Switchblade blocks. Bradley then slips around the arm and rolls them, taking the back, but also bringing Switchblade into the ropes for a break. Sharpe stands them and tells them to position mid ring the same way as per PRIDE style rules. Switchblade goes to his knees, but instead takes a hard kick to the gut from Bradley. That'll cost him to kick a downed opponent. Right in from of the referee, but Bradley welcomes the point deduction as he is so far dominating anyway. The bell finally sounds and the first round ends. Both go to their corners as Mongo gives some stern advice to stay on him as Bradley says he's got him. Elvis is heard telling Switchblade that Bradley's arrogance is his downfall. Nikki St. John reluctantly heads in as the second femme fatale with a "Round 2" card for display and heads out as Sharpe starts it back up, complete with ripping up the card as she exits the ring.
Round 2
The 2 come back out and Bradley takes a big swing that Switchblade backs up on. Bradley follows with a takedown attempt, but they end up backed into the ropes for a break. They come back out and Bradley goes for leg kicks. Switchblade manages to catch the leg though and as Bradley panics for a couple seconds, Switchblade takes him to the mat with a takedown. The fans pop as it looks the favorite may still have something to give here. They stand and Switchblade charges in with a flurry that sends Bradley running away like a school girl and ducking out between the ropes so Switchblade has to back off. Bradley comes back out and charges in, but Switchblade blocks with a front facelock and brings him down with a throw over. Switchblade now has Bradley's guard and readies to strike, but Bradley gets the arm and manages to transition into the cross armbreaker. Switchblade may be forced to tap here, but Bradley doesn't have all of it. Switchblade punches his way free as the 2 stand again. Bradley goes for a wild swing, but Switchblade blocks and goes for a takedown, taking out the legs. Switchblade has him! He's poised to lock in the Boston Crab. Far from a common MMA submission, it is Switchblade's move. As he turns it though, the bell goes and round 2 is over. Bradley gets saved by the bell here. With 10 minutes gone, the wrestlers go back to their corners again. Mongo gives his usual advice, but on the other side, Elvis squirts some water into Rudy's eyes, but it seems to do more damage than help. The Blossom Twins head in to parade around the "Round 3" card together before Sharpe calls for the bell as they head back out.
Round 3
Rudy gets up and is completely blinded. Bradley heads over and toys with him, doing an almost Marco Polo style routine getting Switchblade to take blind swings. While judge Severn must be legitimately internally disgusted at this thing being passed off as MMA, the commentators start selling that Rudy clearly can't see. Bradley gets in some shots before backing up and charging back with the Boomstick clothesline to nearly take his head off. Bradley takes the back of Switchblade and locks in the Rear Naked Choke. Left with no alternative, Switchblade taps out and Bradley will take this match, the first in their Best of 5. Not only that, but he gets to name the stip of the next match for TV, and he doesn't have to do so until match time if he chooses. And it now becomes apparent what happened as Bradley starts celebrating with Mongo. Elvis enters ... and joins them! That whole split was just a work to screw Switchblade over in this match. Titus says to give Elvis credit cause he took a beating from Bradley on TV. Dean answers back that just proves what a fool Elvis is, what a gullible idiot to take that beating and come crawling back. He had the chance to stick it to Bradley today, make his own name, and he just crawls back. Sharpe is checking on Switchblade, getting him some actual water to get that substance out of his eyes. The commentators further speculate maybe not the smartest move because Bradley may have just motivated Switchblade for Match 2 and beyond to ensure he doesn't taste defeat in this series. He does however take a 1-0 series lead.
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Cliff Compton defeats Rob Conway @ 13:08 after hitting The Media Blitz, a sitout scoop slam piledriver. The 2 wrestlers had a back and forth competitive match that started as more a test between the 2 fan favorites, but quickly degraded into a slugfest as their inner feelings toward each other started to come out and became more apparent. Conway nearly scored the 3 after his finisher the Ego Trip, a whiplash, but Compton was able to get the shoulder up before the 3. Dean says he is not sure he has ever seen anybody kick out of that move in that way, which may have been enough to throw the Ironman off his game a bit. Compton would make a comeback, equally having trouble putting Conway away as he hit the Media Blitz a first time, but Conway got his foot on the bottom rope before the 3. Conway would regain the upperhand and setup for a second try of the Ego Trip. Compton blocked though and countered into the Media Blitz a second time. No question about it this time as Conway would stay down for the 3 count to give Compton the victory. After the match, Compton celebrated a bit and left, leaving Conway to stand alone. He seemed almost depressed by the loss here, almost as if questioning himself. The fans however saw things differently and stood to give the Ironman, Ohio Valley legend, a nice ovation. Conway nodded his head to acknowledge them as the fans began to chant "Ironman, Ironman". Conway stood to take it in as though it was the last time he would be appearing before the fans. Dean added on commentary that if this is the last time they see Conway, what a career and what a legacy he has carved for himself.
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CM Punk Drops a Pipe Bomb on Ohio Valley!
"Cult of Personality" hits as CM Punk heads through the curtain and out to the ring. Some fans boo given his last appearance was giving fan favorite Jamin Olivencia the Go To Sleep at Rage In The Cage, meanwhile others are giving a standing ovation for what he has accomplished across the NWA over the years. Dean points out that there was a sudden disappearance by Punk after the Great American Bash, nobody saw or heard from him until his surprise appearance at the first Ohio Valley iPPV back on October 11. There are rumors as to where he has been or why he walked away, or why he returned to Ohio Valley for that matter and did what he did to Olivencia last month. Tonight Punk sets the record straight as Danny Davis has offered him a live and uncensored open mic. Punk can say what he wants, to who he wants.
CM Punk: I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to say how great it is to be back here in the Davis Arena. To say how fantastic the fans are here in Louisville. To thank Danny Davis for giving me the opportunity to speak my mind. To say what I want to who I want. I got news though for everybody out here watching and everybody there in the back. I've never been 1 to thank anybody for anything because I work for every single last 1 of the opportunities I get, and I'm not about to start thanking people now and giving them credit for my own hard work. If anything, you should all be thanking me. Down on your hands and knees. Thanking me for coming here at Rage In The Cage with a purpose. A reason. I don't owe Danny Davis a thing because I know what he's doing. He's a promoter at heart like everybody else in the NWA. You don't think everybody else has been calling me, trying to get CM Punk onto their show? It's not about me. It's not even about you. It's about dollar signs. Danny Davis could care less about me, he could care less about you, all he cares about is your wallets and using my name to fork over what little money you have. Buy OVW's DVDs. Buy the tickets. Buy the internet pay per views. So yeah Danny, you gave me an open mic, but don't get all high and mighty on yourself like you were the only person out there willing to do so. The only difference is that you were the only promoter out there stupid enough to give me an open mic without telling me I had to sign a contract first because you confuse a past business relationship with being a friend of mine and you are anything but my friend. But that's good because now I can say what I have to say to who I have to say it to and then be on my way. This has nothing to do with OVW, but it has everything to do with OVW! You all want to know why I showed up at Rage In The Cage and gave Jamin Olivencia, your champion, why I gave him the Go To Sleep? I'd like to say it's simple, but this has been a pretty long year for CM Punk so I'm going to start at the beginning and it starts back at Starrcade some 10 months ago, and it starts with Christopher Daniels.
Punk sits down cross legged in the ring "Indian style" as Dean over commentary says we know what this means. Business is about to pick up!
I got something I wanna say, and I want to make sure that every last fan is paying real close attention. Not just here, but everywhere. See, I'm about to make some noise and maybe make some people out there not very happy because I'm going after a man that's treated like a sacred figure in the NWA. I'm talking about Christopher Daniels, and Christopher Daniels is nothing but a pathetic coward. He's treated like some sort of hero around here for retiring as the World champion. The promoters treat him like the second coming, maybe buying into the Fallen Angel name a little too much. At the time, I asked. I begged. I pleaded. Just give me 1 chance. 1 opportunity. You want to retire as World champion? Go ahead, but you do that after you beat CM Punk. After you beat the best wrestler in the world today. What did Daniels do though? It was South Beach wrestling's Fate of an Angel event back in February ( nwafantasyalliance.proboards.com/thread/2226/fate-angel ). The crowd wanted it. They chanted for it. They wanted to see who was truly the best because they knew it. Daniels beat that spot monkey Paul London at Starrcade and while all the sheep cheered and chanted "Thank you Daniels", any real wrestling fan was left scratching their head. Thank you for what? Thank you for running scared? They knew it and I knew it, it meant nothing to go out with a win over such inferior competition. But hey, maybe they still thought they'd get what they deserved. Maybe they'd still get Christopher Daniels vs CM Punk, the real match that people wanted to see. Maybe Daniels would show he's a real man, a real competitor at heart, and he would face the best that wrestling had to offer if he was going to go out on top. What happened though is that pathetic excuse for a champion couldn't even speak up for himself. Before anything could happen, the NWA's president comes out, and I'll get to him later because his hands aren't clean in all of this either. He books me in an Ironman match, which I won by the way, and everybody was supposed to just forget about me and Daniels. You want Punk vs Daniels for the World title, to see who is the best in the world, but screw you, you're getting Punk vs Jay Lethal instead and by the time that's over and I've been sidetracked just long enough, Daniels will have surrendered the belt in our perfectly planned retirement and Punk can't ruin our send off anymore. The title's already vacant, let's move on. No. I won't move on. I've stayed silent on this for too long. Daniels, you make me sick to my stomach. Instead of taking a real gamble and wrestling me, truly retiring on top, you played it safe. Nobody remembers second place and you weren't about to face me and drop that title because you knew that if you gave me a chance 1 on 1, I'd emerge the winner and you'd ride off into the sunset as a nobody. You're a coward and while you might be able to hide it from these people, you can't hide it from me because I know that you have to wake up and look yourself in the mirror every day of the rest of your life knowing that you avoided CM Punk. You aren't the best. Not by a long shot. I'm the best and everybody here knows it!
But that's not all. As much as I wish it ended there, it doesn't. See, it's not just Daniels. No, no, no. Because after that, the title was vacated. It was held up for some tournament. A tournament that should have never even taken place. I was the rightful #1 contender, I should've been fighting for the belt, but instead let's just throw 31 other wrestlers in the mix for the hell of it. 31! Top shelf talents like the Crash Test Dummy, Bo Dallas, Jessie Godderz, they all had the same chance I did. The promoters here did everything they could to make sure that I didn't come within an inch of getting my hands on that title, turning me from #1 contender to a face in the crowd. They threw every obstacle in my way, but at the end of it all, CM Punk prevailed and I got to the end. They put the semi finals on the same night as the finals, making sure I had less time to prepare by having my chance after Samoa Joe won his match in the opener of the show, having my opponent Wade Barrett target my ribs. Through it all, I was right there and the promoters were sweating. None of them wanted me to get that gold so of course, you can guess the rest. Samoa Joe uses his illegal choke the Coquina Clutch to cheat his way to the victory that the referee just ignores. And what happens then? Daniels walks in and presents Samoa Joe with the belt in some picture perfect scene out of a Hallmark greeting card. That should have been me! That should have been me forcing Daniels to admit I'm the best while he ran and hid, but as usual, I had everybody working against me. Nobody wanted to see me succeed, they wanted me to fail and just go away while they continued presenting their illusion.
That is until the Great American Bash rolled around. Suddenly the promoters that did everything in their power to make sure I failed were all too eager to give me a return match. Samoa Joe vs CM Punk, the epic rematch for the title. Just like Danny Davis tonight though, it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with them. See they didn't want Samoa Joe being at the top if he was going to be the glad happy Goodyear blimp version that nobody was paying a dime to see, but they still wanted to see me there even less. Did I get that opportunity at the Bash because I had proven myself worthy? I know I did, you know I did, but not in their eyes. I got that opportunity from them because there was nobody better and they just thought to lean on me 1 more time because they needed the match that would make them the most money. We have no alternatives, what the hey! CM Punk sells, put him in there. Not because we believe in him, not because we want to see a great match or see him win and probably end the reign of our nightmare Samoa Joe, no. Put him in there because we have to sell a PPV in less than a month after we sat on our asses and we need to make money. I hit Joe with the Go To Sleep in that match and I'll be damned if the fans didn't chant 3, if the referee's hand didn't hit 3 times, yet the match continued after that. It went on until once again, Joe used that same illegal choke, kept his belt and that was it for me. I was screwed, plain as day yet again, and I was disgusted by the NWA holding me back. I shook Samoa Joe's hand with venom surging through me, realizing that no matter what, the powers that be here were going to screw me with that title at every turn and I left. I wasn't going to play into their game anymore, so I threw them a curveball by doing the last thing they expected of me. They thought I'd just aimlessly chase that belt forever to make them money while they did everything they could to hold me down and make sure it never happened again. I could have kept going wrestling has beens like Braden Walker on the undercard while some 500 pound fat ass ex bodyguard of Snoop Dogg works main events on top of me with Dwayne while he had some time off from his latest box office bomb of a starring role in Hercules because all he can do is support and ride the coattails of other actors to make himself look important. So CM Punk retired, CM Punk quit, CM Punk gave up, CM Punk took his ball and went home, I heard it all. The truth though is not that I gave up. I didn't retire, I didn't quit. No. The truth is that all of you out there watching, all you promoting, all of you in the back, you all gave up on me!
Punk stands back up as the booing picks up and is pretty universal now.
I should be the NWA World champion right now! I should have beat Daniels in the ring, exactly like I would have if given the opportunity and the match that should have taken place! Instead half ass imitations like Chris Masters that can't get the job done and quite frankly couldn't wipe my ass because he'd be too busy kissing it trying to be me, nevermind tie the laces of these boots I wear, they're up top now? For the NWA to go from CM Punk to that as a challenger? It makes me sick and just gives me more reason to despise these promoters. He's just a CM Punk wannabe, trying to be Mr. Chicago, all wrapped in some nice P.R. package that has the promoters on their hands and knees, begging him and all but handing him the World championship on a silver platter. Trying to get him to be the new top dog. I got news though for everybody. When Chris Masters had his chance against me, his chance at moving towards the World Title in their big tournament for Spring Stampede, he lost and he lost to me. Yeah. Here's a reality check. Chris Masters only main evented Fall Brawl because I didn't. Because I wasn't around and I wasn't available because I'm not going to keep playing this stupid game anymore. And Samoa Joe? The only reason he's on top right now, the only reason promoters helped him with every fiber of their beings to keep the belt against me is because he's a mindless idiot, open to manipulation by the president, unlike me. The president says jump, Joe says how high. Do what I want, keep your belt. You saw it first hand recently when he conned Joe into hitting him to supposedly bring out the beast. All that is about is getting a champion in place that will kiss his ass and do what he wants, when he wants it done. CM Punk is not that man! I'm not weak minded like Samoa Joe. I wouldn't hit the president once while he smiles and laughs, I'd pick him up and hit him with the GTS 10 times over to put him into a hospital bed the rest of his life because I just don't give a damn. Not anymore, not for him, not for that World Title belt.
And see, here's the crazy part. Even with all that, I still heard it all. Promoters still came to me. They don't want me to be World champion because I'm too "controversial", but they would stab me in the back and then look me in the eye because they need a headline name. They need me to work John Cena for the millionth time. They need me to work some 1 night only show and renew my storied rivalry with Jay Lethal, who I've already beat in more ways than just the ring. Sorry Jay, truth hurts. Or best of all, they need me to work ... Chris ... Masters. Yeah. And why? So I can pass the torch or some other wrestling cliché before he gets to the top? Not in this lifetime pal. He's a lame duck challenger for a lame duck champion, he already proved he can't beat me, and it all just shows that through it all, the NWA still needs CM Punk. If it weren't for this, you'd come crawling on your hands and knees again, begging me to fight Samoa Joe at Starrcade now that Masters injured his shoulder. You all had your chance though and you blew it. You blew it when that coward Christopher Daniels wouldn't fight me 1 on 1 when I challenged him like a man after Starrcade and he chose to walk away World champion instead and make way for some half ass tournament. He didn't do the right thing for me and give me the chance I deserved, so I'll be damned if I'm going to let guys that don't deserve the chance against me because they couldn't ever beat me, if I'm going to give the undeserving the chance that the deserving like me never got. The NWA needs CM Punk. You all need CM Punk. You needed me, but I didn't need you. I didn't need any of you. The only thing I needed, the only thing I wanted was to be respected out here. But since that clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands, which brings me to the present.
It all starts right here in Ohio Valley. A place that played a pivotal role in me becoming what I am today, the place where I became a "Paul Heyman guy". A part of CM Punk was born here 9 years ago. It grew and it was nurtured. Now I'm back and I'm not a savior, I'm a cancer. I'm not here to grow or to nurture like before. I know what I can do, they know what I can do. This is no longer about the World Title because it's just a meaningless piece of tin on a leather strap. It became that the instant Daniels vacated it instead of wrestling the best. I'm here to kill and destroy Ohio Valley, and expose the NWA for the ancient and outdated hierarchy that it is. I'm here to say screw you to Danny Davis, screw you to all the promoters watching. Screw you to all the fans that buy my t-shirts and my action figures, that think it's funny to talk about ice cream bars. Screw you to the fans that draw an X on their hands without having any idea what it even means to be straight edge because they just want to be like me without the hard work and sacrifice. You're not me though. You all wish you were but none of you are even half of what I am. You couldn't be even if you tried, which none of you do because you're too busy trying to find out the latest scoops from wannabe reporters like Dave Meltzer that don't know what it's like to step into this ring, my ring! All anybody wants to do is talk like they know something, but they don't know my sacrifices. They don't know the blood, the sweat, the tears that I've left in this ring day in and day out!
Punk pauses for a second as a loud spatter of booing starts up.
Tell me I'm wrong! Tell me I'm lying out here! I speak the truth and you just don't want to believe it because you're too busy believing some fantasy. You believe what they tell you. You believe that your champion Jamin Olivencia is some sort of great wrestler. No. I am a great wrestler. I am! Not him. He's only the champion here because no real competition has ever bothered walking through that door. The champion here has been protected and shielded to expose the reality, just like everywhere else. Shielded and protected until Rage In The Cage when I showed up. Jamin Olivencia might just be the best kept secret in wrestling today, and it's got nothing to do with how good he is or isn't. The secret's been out in the open, staring you all in the face, you're just too ignorant to have ever realized it. When I walked in those doors for the first time in 2005, Jamin? He was already here, having arrived a month before me. It has taken him 9 years to accomplish what I did in 6 months, to be standing in the same place as I was. And look at us now. I'm here, Jamin's down here. A long way to go. Add to that, you think he'll ever be the World champion? You think any promoter out there would give him the time of day outside Louisville? I'm giving him the chance nobody else will. I'm giving him the chance to wrestle the best in the world and prove himself, and all he has to do is put that title on the line. He should be thanking me. That Go To Sleep at Rage In The Cage, forget about sleep, it woke Jamin Olivencia up! And now I'm waking up everybody else here today. And I know what you're all thinking, why CM Punk, why do you want the Ohio Valley title? What could you possibly have to gain after all you've accomplished? I'll tell you what. Humiliation. Embarrassment. Putting people that think they know everything in their place and humbling them until they realize that I'm in control. From here on out, I'm calling the shots. You think you're 5 steps ahead when the reality is that you're 10 steps behind. I'm the puppet master and people are going to react exactly how I want them to react in order to do exactly what I want them to do. I'm not Samoa Joe falling under the spell of Dustin Smith, and I'm not Chris Masters throwing my career away, my health and well being to chase a ghost like the World championship that means nothing after the events of this year. Mark my words, I will be the Ohio Valley champion before you know it, and when I get my hands on that belt, I'm turning around and I'm walking right out that very same door I came in!
That's right. If the promoters of the NWA want to screw with me any time I get close to the World Title, I'm going to do to all of them what they did to me! I'm pulling a Christopher Daniels because apparently that's what gets respect in the NWA. You win titles, you walk out. You don't defend them. You don't fight like a man with honor and dignity. You hide and you surrender like a coward. Just like Daniels did, just like I watched Chris Masters do with his little title belt in Chicago. The difference is that unlike Daniels and the NWA, I will do it by beating the best in OVW first. And when I do, you can go about the rest of your pathetic miserable lives knowing that the wrestler you idolize, the wrestler you call the main event here, he couldn't beat CM Punk on his best day and he's just a pretender. You're all pretenders. You've always been pretenders. Just now you'll all know it. You'll buy your tickets all the same, you'll watch the same matches, the same wrestlers, the same championships. You'll cheer the same wrestlers, boo the same. But I'm going to bring out what's always been there. I'm going to expose that miniscule shred of doubt in the back of your brains and turn it into a fact of life. Jamin Olivencia is not the best. Your champion when I'm gone, he is not the best either. I am the best. I always have been and I always will be. When they were stacked up against me, they couldn't beat me in the ring. But now the bubble you've all been living in will be popped as reality seeps through and you grow to understand that for what it is. No longer will that be a theory that they can't beat me, but a fact. No matter what happens out here after that, none of it matters. None. It's just a bunch of has beens, wanna bes, and never will bes, fighting over a championship that will never mean anything ever again, just like the World Title. And with your Heavyweight title in my bag, I'm going to go repeat the process. And repeat the process. And repeat the process. I will repeat the process until I have the Mid Atlantic Title and I've beat their best and walked out on them, leaving their championship meaningless. Until I have the California Pro Title and I've walked out on them. Until I have the Windy City Title and I've walked out on them, and I just wish Masters still had it so that the ultimate CM Punk mark could get put in his place. Until I go to each and every last territory in the NWA and "Christopher Daniels" their championship, leaving you all with nothing but paper champions filled through meaningless tournaments from vacancies when they couldn't beat CM Punk as their headline star puts it all on the line against better judgment and the promoters wishes just because they want to try and test themselves against me and fail. And now everybody won't just think the main event could never hold a candle to CM Punk, they'll know it. Left with nothing after I beat the best and walk out, just like you all left me with nothing! If you wouldn't give me what I deserved, I'm going to take what you all believe in and expose it for the lie that it is because if I'm the best, everybody else is second best. And I'm going to do it just because I can. And Danny Davis, if you think to yourself, why in the hell would you give me that chance at your company's title now, knowing what's in store, you just wait. I guarantee that if Jamin Olivencia is still champion after tonight, he will be begging you to give him the match. Pleading. He doesn't care about you, he cares about his own ego. And if Marcus Anthony has that belt, regaining it after steamrolling through everybody you have? Don't think he won't be begging for fresh competition, the real test that is CM Punk. The best wrestler in the world today. If you believe in your champion Danny Davis, they should be able to beat me. If you don't believe in your champion and think they can win, I need do nothing because that says it all right there that the OVW Title is only as good as the man that holds it. It's already meaningless and held by second best. What that means is that in your opinion, the man that holds it couldn't ever beat CM Punk. The best in the world today.
And with that Punk goes to leave as Cult of Personality starts up again. This time however, it is quickly cut off by another familiar entrance music that gets the fans cheering and standing. No, not Jamin Olivencia's. It's The Pope Elijah Burke! Punk backs up and stays in the ring as a very serious Burke takes a mic. As he heads up the steps, he taps it a couple times to make sure it's on before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. As a famed commentator would say, business is about to pick up.
Elijah Burke: CM Punk! I don't know who you think you are or where you think you are for that matter, but you're in The Pope's ring daddy! And when you step into my ring, you play by The Pope's rules. I've been cheered by these fans, I've had them boo me out of the building. When they pay for a ticket, they get the right to do and say whatever they damn well please! If that means you don't like it, too bad! See, you don't get respect, you earn it. You earn it every single time you step through that curtain, and it's just like you said, you earn it by leaving your blood, your sweat, and your tears on this mat every single time! Every single time! What doesn't get you respect is when you walk out on the fans, the wrestlers, the promoters, and when you think you're owed something out here. Nobody owes you a damn thing in this world son, least of all a World Title shot after you went and lost to Samoa Joe not once, but twice! And that ain't just the truth, it's the gospel cause Pope said so.
Punk starts mock clapping as the fans cheer.
CM Punk: Are you finished? Are you done with that fascinating insight like you know anything about me? Like you know anything about where I've been? Like you know anything about what it's like to be on top. Not on top of Ohio Valley, I mean on the very top of all of wrestling. How many times have you been the NWA World champion? How many times have you main evented a nationwide PPV? You might call yourself the Pope and have these people of Louisville following your every word like the sheep that they are, but I got news for you. Leave your comfort zone Pope. Go ahead. Walk across a couple state lines. You know what they think of you. You all want to know what the promoters think of the Pope? Some promoter out there wanted to put this guy in a tag team with your Pastor of Disaster for some cheesy religious gimmick. Not against their champion or some rising star, no. And you know why? Because nobody respects you. They see you as some comedic figure, not a serious wrestler. A second rate mid carder. A guy that had his chance to prove himself in the fabricated 32 man World Title tournament and lost in the very first round. It's the same reason that at Fall Brawl, the powers that be here pushed for you to wrestle an interpromotional 3 way behind closed doors in July with names like Cedric Alexander, representing Ohio Valley to the world. What did the other parties say? We don't want Elijah Burke, no. We want Jamin Olivencia! And in the end, they wanted neither of you and rightfully so. Meahwhile Cedric took his place at Fall Brawl, proving himself to the world with his little title and building up his own ego before I come for him and knock him down to where he belongs in this world too. But I guess you're used to that by now, aren't you? Always runner up to the best. Always a bride's maid, never the bride. Face it. You don't mean a thing to anybody outside these fans, including me, and you never will. Not now, not ever. And you know what? You don't deserve to either. And when these fans mean nothing in and off themselves, that's really saying something.
Elijah Burke: You say whatever you want about me! You wanna put Pope down, you go right ahead and you put Pope down. I've been knocked down man, but I done got right back up! But what you won't do is say that these fans mean nothing. CM Punk, you mean nothing! You used to mean something and stand for something, but at some point along the road, you lost your way! You forgot who you were and what this was all about! Jamin Olivencia might not be out here right now because he's got a match tonight to prepare for, but I ain't got nothing on my plate.
CM Punk: Yeah, and there's a reason for that.
Elijah Burke: Listen, I ain't got nothing on my plate, but that don't mean I ain't willing to give this a go right now. You and me, let's do this!
The fans cheer as Burke wants to go. This is it, Elijah Burke vs CM Punk, unscheduled!
CM Punk: You wanna go? Is that right? You want a match with me tonight? The Pope wants to wrestle CM Punk. Is that what all you want to see too? Does everybody want to see it?!
The fans cheer, clearly wanting to see the match.
Well I've got 2 words for you and they aren't suck it. They're too bad because my answer is no.
The fans boo as Punk drops out of the ring through the ropes and to the floor.
Sorry to disappoint all of you but I didn't come here to wrestle Elijah Burke. I didn't come to Ohio Valley nor am I going to wrestle anywhere for that matter to face second best, if that. I came here to wrestle the best, to wrestle the champion, and you're not the best Pope. Not even close. In fact, you may be the worst wrestler I have ever stepped into the ring with, and that's a shoot right to your face ( ). You're a diva Pope, not a hard worker. The reason you've never broke through to that next level is because you're a terrible wrestler. I don't ever want to wrestle you again if I don't have to, and guess what? I don't have to. I want the Heavyweight Title so I can spit on it and expose this place for what it is to these fans, something that everybody else outside Louisville already thinks of this place. And in due time, I'll expose everywhere across the NWA 1 by 1 so that if they wouldn't give me the fair shot at the World Title that I deserved without being avoided or illegally choked out, everybody will at least know I am the best regardless of that fact. Not Christopher Daniels or Samoa Joe or Chris Masters. Beating you Pope, it means nothing to my goal because you mean nothing. And because I don't have to. See I played Jamin Olivencia for the pawn in my game of chess that he is. I made it so that he's pissed off at me. He wants a piece of me and he'll do whatever it takes to get it, including putting that title on the line off merely my reputation, which means more than you beating every last guy in the back. He already said so when he came out on TV to call me out. You? This was just for fun. I made it so that you wanted a piece of me, but this is as close as you'll ever get so live with it, die with it. It will never happen again.
Elijah Burke: Hey, hold on here. We aren't finished. We ain't finished yet. I got a question for you son. Pope's got a question for you! You say I'm a diva and you made me want a piece of you, so is that like how you made divas like Maria Kanellis want a piece of you? Or what about Lita? What about Traci Brooks, Daffney, Beth Phoenix. History repeats itself and AJ should know where this is headed with you and her. Maybe this time you'll be beaten to the punch on dumping her ass cause I have a feeling that she's gonna have a religious experience and you know what they say. Once you go black, you realize that there ain't no going back if you catch me here.
Punk is now sufficiently pissed at Pope's insinuation off that he slides in under the bottom rope and starts telling Burke off. Burke puts up his hands and backs down as Punk pushes a finger into his chest. As Burke puts down the mic, Punk goes for a cheap shot but Burke blocks it and fires back a right. Punk throws up another, but Burke blocks and fires off another right. And another. And another. Punk is leaned up against the ropes as Burke holds up his own hand, spits on it, makes a fist and delivers a big right hand that sends Punk right over the top rope and out to the floor! The fans erupt as Punk gets up and quickly falls back down holding his jaw. He looks up at Burke and the pissed off look quickly turns to a smile. The smile turns almost demonic and then to a smirking laughter. Punk called himself the puppet master, does the reaction indicate Burke is in fact playing right into his hands tonight?
Before the next match, the announcement gets made that on Saturday night, January 17, Ohio Valley will return to iPPV with a live streaming event entitled "Retribution". Generally the only way to see special events is live in the Davis Arena, tape delayed on demand through the website, or via DVD, but this event will be broadcast live across the world through the company's website and a deal with WWN Live. No teaser like the last iPPV announcement of what to expect, but in between, Ohio Valley returns with the next Saturday Night Special on December 6. Get your tickets today.
Southern Heavyweight Title match
Match #9 | VS |  |
Rematch time. Marcus Anthony is out first, no sign of manager Timmy Danger, barred from ringside tonight by his client after his interference at Rage In The Cage arguably played a pivotal role in the outcome. All doubt will be removed tonight with Danger left in the back. The Southern champion Jamin Olivencia is out next, complete with the title strapped up and wrapped around his neck. The energy is electric as Olivencia readies for his first title defense with many different wild cards potentially in play. The absence of Timmy Danger from the rematch, The Pope Elijah Burke holding the King of The Valley briefcase, and the comments just heard from CM Punk directly addressing his desire to take the title just to disgrace it. And as seen with TV, before the action gets started, a forklift brings out a large wooden box to ringside. It was speculated on TV that the contents may have been related to Olivencia's opponent in the match where it was brought out, but this pretty much declares that it was meant for this match right now. Both men take note, but ignore it as the action gets started.
Early on sees the 2 trying to test each other. Olivencia wants to test the hand of Anthony, a questionable spot in the challenger's offense based on problems stemming back to August and not taking the proper time to allow the injury to heal. Early on at least, there is no sign of problems as Anthony holds his own. The match goes back and forth, but the strength of Anthony is just too much for the champion to handle. He progressively wears down Olivencia in preparation for the Crimson Omen. The commentators give Anthony props, noting that the absence of Danger seems to be having no ill effect on him at all. Anthony tries to lock in the full nelson, but Olivencia manages to fight free. Instead, he wheel barrow leaps back into Anthony, rolls him up into a pinfall for a 2, but the challenger kicks out and goes right back on the offense. As Olivencia is in the corner, Anthony charges in with a big running knee that almost knocks the champ's head off. If Anthony hits the Gamma Punch, that could be all she wrote but like a bad rash, returning to ringside is ...
Timmy Danger! The manager comes out and starts trying to tell Anthony what to do. The challenger ignores the advice, but it is hard to do so given Danger's presence. Anthony goes for a suplex, but Olivencia is able to quickly small package him and pick up a close 2 count. Anthony hammers Olivencia with a clothesline as they get up as Danger encourages his man. Anthony goes for the suplex again, a possible lead in to the Gamma Punch. As he lifts up Olivencia, the champion instead breaks free and drops behind. Anthony turns and the champion starts to show some fire. He still has a lot left as he starts firing off right hands. Backing Anthony into the ropes, Olivencia sends him across and delivers a dropkick. Building momentum in preparation for the Standing O, his jumping guillotine DDT. Anthony stands and Olivencia heads in as Danger gets on the apron to distract the referee. Olivencia jumps up, but Anthony keeps holds and drives him back into the corner. Anthony locks in the suplex, lifts Olivencia and as he brings him over, forms his free hand into a fist and drives it into the champ. Gamma Punch! Anthony covers, but the referee is still busy with Danger. Anthony gets up and grabs Danger. The crowd pops, wanting to see the manager get what he has had coming to him.
Before that can happen though, Olivencia is up, runs to the ropes adjacent to them to springboard up into a kick to the head of Anthony. As Anthony reels back, Olivencia quickly capitalizes, hitting the Standing O! As he covers, the referee makes the count, but at the 2, Danger pulls the referee out of the ring. Olivencia looks around as the referee shoves Danger and calls for the bell! That's it. Marcus Anthony gets DQd for the acts of Danger and Danger panics, shoving down the referee. Before Anthony can do anything, Danger is gone. He leaves to the back. Anthony meanwhile rolls out of the ring, almost in disbelief at what just happened. He heads to the commentary desk and slams his fists down, yelling that he would have kicked out. Nobody is any position to argue with him. Danger has brought on a Bruce Banner into the Incredible Hulk like transformation in Anthony as he is upset and heads to the back in search of the manager. Olivencia has his belt in hand. Given what we saw with Elijah Burke and CM Punk, it seems unlikely either of them will make an appearance in the post match, but there is still ...
The wooden box! Olivencia celebrates a bit before pointing over to it. He heads out of the ring and cautiously approaches the box. He then goes to the ring and lifts up the tarp, looking for something under the ring. He checks around before finally finding it. A crowbar! He heads back to the box and looks to open it. He gets the crowbar snug and pries open 1 of the sides a bit. He heads to the other and pries that open. Finally he secures it into the top of the box, steps back and pries open the top, sending the front crashing down to the floor. What is inside?! Olivencia stares at it seems to not be any sort of physical threat, but rather just a black wreathe. He steps in and grabs it, looking confused by it. He asks the commentators what is the deal with this, but none seem to have any idea. He grabs Titus by the collar, but he swears he knows nothing. Olivencia grabs the wreathe and rips it into pieces. Whatever this is, it clearly does not sit well with the champion. But just when it looked to be a false alert, it instead turned into a red herring because from out of nowhere ...
Shiloh Jonze, The French Stallion, they jump the champion and start viciously kicking away at him. The Blacklist are back and they are setting their sites square on the OVW champion. They bring him into the ring where Shiloh holds Olivencia on his knees and Stallion charges in with the French Connection, a running big boot to the head. With Olivencia down, Shiloh locks in the mandible claw! From the back comes Ram Jam Jon Ramser, but Stallion immediately knocks him off the apron. Rump Thump heads out and gets into the ring to trade some shots, but Stallion eventually takes him out. Finally enough is enough and from the back comes Aaron Sky, Robbie Walker, Metal Master, Ryan Howe, Paredyse, even Cliff Compton! The threat is enough that Shiloh releases the hold and with Stallion quickly get out of the ring before anything can happen. They head for the side door exit and take off. The group of wrestlers check on the downed talent, including Olivencia. And now from the back ...
Elijah Burke, briefcase in hand. Is he going to cash in? Olivencia is prone. The wrestlers step back with Compton specifically stepping up to tell him not to do this, not now. Burke goes over to the champion and when it seemed we could be seeing the cash in, instead offers a hand to the champion. Olivencia reciprocates and Burke helps him up as several of the wrestlers check on him and help Ram Jam and Rump Thump. Dean calls Burke a class act for that. He could have taken the easy way just now, but that's not how he wants to win that title. This is about something bigger than that, this is about OVW as a whole! Titus is less complimentary, calling Burke an idiot for not taking the golden goose for all its worth when it was handed to him on a silver platter by Shiloh Jonze & The French Stallion. Dean responds by calling Titus the idiot and unlike him, Burke can actually stand up for himself. He wants to win the belt 1 on 1, face to face like a man. Gilbert says what about The Blacklist though, thought to have been eradicated from OVW after the War Games, but apparently this radical faction from within of Shiloh Jonze & The French Stallion are not just going to disappear so easily. Tonight they sent a statement by targeting the OVW champion, a symbol of the company, the top of the company, and 1 has to think that this is only the beginning of what they have in store for OVW.