One Night Only
Dec 23, 2014 16:08:21 GMT -7
Post by howardschilling on Dec 23, 2014 16:08:21 GMT -7
*Author's note*: I'd like to take the time to thank you guys for allowing me to write this show, and a special thank you to Joe for allowing me to put this show on in Florida. By the way, I'm retconning this show comic book style to mid November when I had originally planned it.
We pan around a SOLD OUT American Airlines Arena in Miami while Howard E. Schilling and Matt Striker welcome everyone to "NWA South Beach: One Night Only" when "A Lethal Dose" hits, bringing out Jay Lethal! The crowd chants for the former Black Machismo who grabs a mic.
Lethal: Been a while huh? God is it good to be back. I might not have been here from the beginning, but I'm also the one with the most unfinished business from this territory. Last time I wrestled in this arena I was in the middle of a series of matches with a man who would go on to be defeated for the NWA World Heavyweight Title in a match against Samoa Joe: CM Punk; and although Punk isn't in the building tonight, I want a chance to do what he couldn't. What do you all say to that huh? Would you like to see an NWA World Heavyweight title match on the final South Beach show before we turn the keys back to Joe Rother?
The crowd goes absolutely ecstatic cheering!
Lethal: Looks like the fans know what they want. How about it Joe? You've been a huge mentor to me, what do you say we find out if the student has surpassed the teacher?
The crowd starts chanting for Joe until "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" Austin Aries comes out! He too has a mic, and wastes little time getting to the point.
Aries: Now Jay, Jay, settle down here. If anyone has a right to be upset about their place here it's me. I came into South Beach with JBL promising me title shots and elevation towards the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title, but instead I got fed to the Bullet Club with no resolution. You want a shot at Joe? Prove that you can beat me, The Greatest Man That Ever Lived....
Lethal agrees, they shake hands and a referee is about to come down to the ring when "Trouble" hits.....and out comes.....Ethan Carter III and Rockstar Spud? The native of Boca Raton has a mic in his hand as well and Spud is dressed in an outlandishly colored suit with hints of aquamarine, beige, yellow, orange, pink, green, and deep blue.
EC III: Excuse me, but is this NWA South Beach or World Championship Wrestling? *crowd: BOOOOOOOO!* Nobody wants to see a 36 year old vegan and a 29 year old dude who could never win when the money was on the line do battle or break a hip! *Behind EC III, Spud mimics an old person walking with a walker* Lethal, there was a reason that you could never beat Punk *whispers* you were never really that good to begin with; and Aries, you must have Alzheimer's if you really believe you're "The greatest man that ever lived." You're a has-been and a never-was that need to step aside for the evolution of wrestling. *Crowd chants "You can't wrestle!"* I disagree. *Crowd: You can't wrestle!* I'm very good. *Crowd: You can't wrestle!* GET NEW MATERIAL! *Rockstar Spud is admonishing people as the two make their way to the ring* If neither of you rapscallions will believe me, I'll just have to beat the two of you myself.
Lethal and Aries nod, the bell rings and we're underway.
Aries and Lethal look at each other, quickly nodding, and go right after EC3! Lethal and Aries with rapid fire strikes, Jay with a boot to the gut, then they take him over with a double suplex before bringing him into the corner and take turns lighting the Boca Raton native's chest up with knife-edge chops. One after another they go; until EC 3 holds up his hands, takes off his sunglasses (how are they still on?) and shouts "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! THOSE HURT!" The crowd laughs as his two opponents smirk then nail him with one last simultaneous blistering chop that echoes throughout the arena. Carter rolls out of the ring and is quickly covered up by a DISTRAUGHT Spud, who mutters incoherently in his British accent, wiping off his forehead with part of his ridiculously-colored suit. Meanwhile inside the ring, Aries has Lethal in a front face lock and hooked for a suplex, but Lethal blocks. Aries tries again and succeeds to get Lethal up but Lethal floats over and hits a reverse ddt! Lethal with the quick cover, but only gets a one count. Both men are back to their feet and Lethal sends ADouble into the ropes, leapfrogs him, tries for the monkey flip on the return but Aries lands on his feet and hits a VICIOUS looking double stomp to the sternum! Aries with the cover but only gets a one count as well. Aries gets back and tries to press the offensive bit gets stopped by Jay. Jay sends him into the ropes but before Aries can return he's stopped by...Rockstar Spud? Spud is on the apron, and is screaming at Aries for hurting his charge. Man what got into his crumpets? Lethal watches and eventually gets tired of waiting for the the Rockstar to finish his solo, turns Aries around and tries for the superkick....but Aries ducks and the kick hits Spud instead! I think I just saw Spud's head fly into the 15th row! Jeez if Jay's that strong of a kicker he should try out for the Dolphins! The crowd laughs, Aries has broken all pretense of character and laughs, which eventually ends up making Jay chuckle a little bit. Things eventually settle down a bit, resulting in some excellent chain wrestling from both guys, neither WANTING to make a mistake but it's eventually Lethal that tries to get fancy and gets taken down to the mat by Aries.....LAST CHANCERY! LAST CHANCERY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Lethal is crawling to the ropes, but Aries continues to stretch the neck back! Lethal looks close to fading....aaaaaaand it's broken up by EC III!
Ethan Carter the Third with strikes to Aries as Lethal rolls to the outside for a break. Carter is a product of numerous failed gimmicks and trials in territories that have never quite panned out, and he's taking out his frustration on his diminutive adversary. Aries gets caught in a headlock, tries for the back body drop, but receives a knee lift for his troubles. Carter takes Aries up and then drops him back down to Earth with a flapjack. Carter with the cover for a two count and back to the attack. Ethan with a BIG scoop slam and he showboats and soaks in the boos of the crowd. He turns around and gets Aries and Lethal are battling now, Spud trying to rouse his charge on the outside. Aries sends Lethal into the ropes but Lethal handsprings into them.....LETHAL INJECTION! LETHAL COVERS! ONE! TWO......and Jay gets pulled out of the ring by.....CM PUNK? WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE? HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE RETIRED! Punk takes Lethal and VICIOUSLY slams him back first into the steps as the crowd is silent. EC III is back to his feet and he along with Spud are watching in abject confusion. Punk then picks Lethal up......GTS ON THE STEPS! SERIOUSLY....WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Punk jumps back over the barrier from whence he came and angrily shrugs off any fan who tries to pat him on the back. Punk goes to the top of section 105 and looks back at the ring, his face expressionless, as the paramedics come to check on Jay Lethal, whose face is the proverbial crimson mask. Aries is still groggy in the ring as EC III climbs in, picks him up.....ONE PERCENTER! NOT LIKE THIS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Ethan Carter the Third just stole one!
Winner: EC III
The crowd boos as EC III and Spud back up the ramp, Spud holding his jaw after that vicious superkick from Lethal. The announcers hype the rest of the card, including our main event which will see the conclusion of a war that took South Beach Hostage for the last few months of its existence, a match that was supposed to take place at The Great American Bash: "The Panama City Playboy" Adam Cole. "The Maverick" Tyler Black. Last Man Standing. We go to a video package highlighting various parts of the feud while "Last Man Standing" from Hammerfall plays in the background. We go backstage to Justin Roberts who is with Adam Cole, but not "The Southern Gal" Eva Marie.
Justin: Adam, thank you for taking time to see me, but I have to ask first: where is Eva Marie?
Cole: Look you Finkel Failure, where my gal is is my business and mine alone. I'm here by myself tonight to finally move on. I was the third and last South Beach TV Champion, one half of the greatest tag team to come to South Beach, a future world champion, you'd think that would be enough wouldn't you? Nope. Tyler Black, I can't stand you, how you came into South Beach and had the 2013 King of the Ring handed to you on a silver platter and it gave you this false illusion that you were better than me...and you're not. Tonight, we bury the past so that I can realize my dream of winning the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title. Tonight, I WILL be....the Last. Man. Standing.
The camera fades out as we come back to the arena for our next match when "Bring the Tables" hits and Bully Ray walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He has a mic, and I'm afraid to stop someone of his stature from talking so lets see what he has to say.
Bully: DO YOU AWL KNOW WHO IN THE HELL I AM? I USED TUH BE PAWSIDUHN IN A REALM FULL OF BEACH BUMS! I COULDAH BEEN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BUT SOUTH BEACH WAS RUN BOY A MANOYACAL TITAN WHO DIDN'T KNOW A WRIST LOCK FROM UH WRISTWATCH! *cameras cut to Howard sitting at the announce table, his face conflicted* YEAH YOU HEAR ME MOUNTAINEEAH MASTUHBATAH! I CAN BEAT ANY. BODY. IN. THIS. ALLOIANCE. ONE ON ONE, TWO ON ONE, HELL BRING THE UNITED NATIONS OUT HERE AND I'LL BEAT THEIR ASSES TOO! I AM LAYING DOWN AN OPEN CHALLENGE TO ANYBAWDY IN THE BACK.....IF YOU GOT DA BAWLS.......AND JAWN CENA, YOU BETTAH NAWT BE GETTIN TOO ATTACHED TO THAT LITTLE NAWTH AMARICAN TOITLE YOU GAWT YOUR LITTL HANDS AWN; BECAWSE COME STAHCADE AHM TAKIN IT RIGHT FROM YOUR LITTLE, SCRAWNY, UNDESEHVING FINGAHS WHEN OI BEAT YOU BLACK AND BLUE! NOW GET A JAHBRONI OUT HEAH!
The crowd buzzes in anticipation.....who will it be? Bully waits for a few minutes before appearing to give up when "Dschinghis Khan" hits and OUT COMES UHAA NATION! The man who was told he was as strong as a nation rushes the ring as the crowd chants "U-HAA! U-HAA! U-HAA!" Uhaa clotheslines Bully, the ref rings the bell and we are quickly underway!
The start of this match was eerily reminiscient of Ultimate Warrior vs. Honky Tonk Man from SummerSlam 1988 as the exhuberant young challenger tried to use his energy to take down his seasoned-veteran foe, landing several shoulder blocks before hitting a HUGE blue thunder bomb for a two count. Funny thing about age though is that you learn to whether the storm when a young lion comes after you and that's what Bully did, eventually slowing down the pace of the match using a methodical and brutal style of body blows while using some questionable language that pressed the ppv censors to their limits. This match was bowling shoe ugly from a technical standpoint, but if you're a fan of brawling then it was fantastic. Late in the match after scoring a near fall following an Uhaa Combination, Uhaa would get frustrated enough to go after the ref and complain....allowing
Winner: Bully Ray
After the match Uhaa grabs a mic and says that it is time for a Nation to rise up....not a nation of domination, not a nation of violence......Uhaa Nation. He says that he isn't going after the NWA World Heavyweight Title.....yet, but to systematically destroy a territory, win the top belt there, win the NWA North American Title....and when he has done all that, THEN he will prove to whoever is NWA World Champion what the rest of the National Wrestling Alliance will know by then: that you can't destroy THE Nation.
We go to a great video package that highlights everything that happened at Fall Brawl, including what some have called the best match of 2014 in the war between NWA World Heavyweight Champion Samoa Joe and Windy City Heavyweight Champion "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters....
The lights go out and an amalgamation of images appears on the screen followed by the sound of a match striking that echoes throughout the arena...and a lantern illuminates the darkness on the tron; bringing the faces of Bray Wyatt, Chris Hero, PAC, and Jon Moxley into focus.
Wyatt: Miami.......we're back. *takes a deep breath and blows out the lantern*
"Broken out in Love" hits and The Bullet Club comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Wyatt: It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, HAVE YOU MISSED US? Nuh uh man; you're too busy living your meaningless lives and telling lies to see the truth that is screaming at you to WAKE UP! WAKE UP SO THAT I MAY SET YOU FREE! We are four men that ride in the night once more, to cleanse through darkness. You need a Hero man....and here is your hero now!
Hero: That's right Miami. You're in the darkest place of all in this wretched state. LeBron left for his old home and picked up two better sidekicks along the way, the Hurricanes are playing like a tropical depression, the Marlins caught the injury bug, and the Dolphins are too busy putting out internal fires to do anything other than lose every Sunday. Ton-
Moxley: You know something Hero, everyone thought you were going to be the savior of this territory when you were brought in, but all you did was turn the NWA South Beach Title into a meaningless prop. You never defended it, you just sat back and watched; same thing with you Bray! You always talked about "cleansing through embracing the darkness", and then sent PAC and I to do your dirty work. Hell when South Beach closed PAC had to change his name to get away from what you did to him! You want to act like a puppet master; but you can't control someone that a fundamental facet of physics forgot; and you sure as hell can't control a Lunatic Fringe. There are no opponents for the four of us tonight....tonight ol' Jumping Geordie here and I snap the strings....
PAC: *grinning* It's about to get real mate.
PAC and Moxley jump Wyatt and Hero!
This was a war between four men that did their damndest to sow discord amongst the entire National Wrestling Alliance during the last half year of South Beach's existence. The announcers mention that Bray Wyatt has found a new Family in Windy City and that Hero has reformed the Kings of Wrestling in Impact Wrestling with Cesaro while Jon Moxley has been steadily working a path of destruction under the name Dean Ambrose and PAC has found new highs in the shadow of O'Hare Airport as Adrian Neville. PAC played the face-in-peril roll for a good share of this match, with Bray shouting that "IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY ADRIAN!" at him at one point before tagging in Chris Hero. Eventually PAC would make the hot tag to Moxley just after Hero made the tag to Wyatt and the Lunatic Fringe would clean house, leading to a setup for the Dirty Deeds (done dirt cheap). It would be interrupted by Hero who landed a VICIOUS Rip Cord Rolling Elbow allowing Bray to hit Sister Abigail. Bray would cover, PAC would try to fly off the top but got CLOCKED by a Rolling Elbow! A three-count later and this one is over.
Winners: Bray Wyatt and Chris Hero
Wyatt and Hero stand menacingly over the lifeless bodies of Moxley and PAC as Matt and Howard thank everyone for watching, before focusing on our main event of the evening: Last Man Standing. It truly will be the war to settle the score when these two men finally lock up. Both men have been tearing up the NWA since South Beach folded, yet there has always been a sense of unfinished business with them. Tonight, it all ends. We get one final video package set to "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy before "Special Op" hits, bringing out Tyler Black to a great reaction from the crowd. We wait for just a minute which seems to take an hour before "Faithless" hits, bringing out Adam Cole to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Adam gets in the ring and we go to Justin Roberts for our formal introductions.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our main event of the evening, and our winner will truly be the Last Man Standing! In this match there are no countouts, pinfalls, or disqualifications; the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent until they cannot answer the official's count of ten. *the crowd is deafeningly loud* Introducing the participants, first: standing in the corner to my left, from Davenport, Iowa. Standing six feet one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds, he is the 2013 King of the Ring......."The Maverick" Tyler Black!
The crowd goes nuts as Tyler acknowledges the crowd with a wave of his hand, never taking his eyes off his adversary. The American Airlines Arena is shaking.
Justin: Introducing his opponent, from Panama City, Florida. He stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred five pounds. He is the Panama City Playboy and the final NWA South Beach Television Champion: Aaaadam Coooole!
Half the crowd cheers and half of them boo as Adam stands in the corner with a smirk on his face. The bell rings and we are underway!
Both men walk to the center of the ring and we get a standoff between them. The crowd is amazingly split about 50/50 with dueling "LET'S GO TYLER!" "LET'S GO ADAM!" chants. They each take a look around the arena....it is ELECTRIC.....and like a switch being flipped they're off! Both men fire with rapid forearm shots to the head of the other in the middle of the ring and eventually their momentum carries them outside of the ring where Black gets the upper hand! Black, in a full mount, rains punches down upon the face of Cole who is forced to try to cover up from the onslaught! Tyler rolls into the ring as the ref gets to a count of two before Cole gets up and takes a moment to try and clear his head. Cole steps in the ring and taps his head, like he has it all figured out. A quick exchange of chain wrestling follows with Tyler attempting God's Last Gift, but Cole countering into an attempt at Coleateral but Tyler floats over and lands on his feet, delivering an excellently executed hangman's neckbreaker. Tyler stands back and lets the ref count but Adam makes it up to his knees by the count of two, which allows Tyler to press the attack into the ropes. Tyler steps back and tells Adam to "come on," before charging in, but Cole sends him through the ropes to the outside and Tyler lands a bit wrong on his right shoulder as the crowd groans. Cole poses and gets a somewhat negative reaction from the crowd which brings a smirk to his face and he heads to the outside where Tyler is making it to his knees. Cole delivers taunting little kicks to the side of the head, drawing more jeers from the crowd, while shouting "YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? COME ON YOUR *kick* ROYAL *kick* HIGHNESS! *kick*"
Cole brings Tyler to his feet and looks to send him into the steps, but Tyler counters....but at the last second Cole jumps over the steps! WHAT A FEAT OF AGILITY! The crowd starts cheering and Cole turns around in time to see Tyler flying through the air...and Cole catches him with a snap scoop slam on the floor! Tyler's back BUCKLES as the crowd goes wild! Cole is holding his left wrist a bit but shouts at the ref to count. The ref gets to a count of three before Tyler gets back his feet, favoring his back. Black gets in the ring and Cole immediately presses in with boots to the head. Tyler blocks and counters with blows to the midsection. Tyler sends him into the ropes and catches him with a knee to the gut. Tyler goes for a clothesline but Cole picks him up in a fireman's carry, lifts him off his shoulders and catches him on the back of the neck with the knee! Cole has DOMINATED the early going here! The camera keeps catching bits and pieces of what Cole is saying and he's muttering "not this time. not today." over and over again. Cole goes to the outside and looks underneath the ring....for a table! Cole sets it up perpendicular to the ring and goes back into the ring. He takes Tyler over to a corner and lays in a few chops before sitting him up on the top rope. Cole climbs to the top and lays in a few forearms to the already injured back of Tyler Black. Adam hooks him....and hits a BIG superplex! Tyler's back BUCKLES as he screams out in pain. Cole asks the ref to start counting....and Black makes it up before a count of six. Cole just stands there....and with a look of utter revulsion on his face, tries to send Tyler over the top rope and through the table.....but Tyler holds on and lands on the apron! Cole looks shocked and rushes in but Black ducks and tries to back body drop him....but Cole SOMEHOW lands on his feet behind Tyler on the apron! Cole tries to straightjacket the arms, looking for the Florida Key; but Tyler with elbow shots to the head! Tyler grabs Cole's head.....SKYWALKER OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" as Black is ALL kinds of fired up. He grabs his ribs and tells the ref to start counting. The ref starts counting....but Cole makes it back to his knees at the count of five....AVADA KEDAVRA! Tyler Black just turned out Adam Cole's lights with a VICIOUS super kick that echoed throughout the American Airlines Arena! The Panama City Playboy's eyes are glazed over as the ref starts the count! Black needs the corner to stabalize but he's still on his feet as the ref makes it to a count of four. Cole begins stirring at the count of six and SOMEHOW gets to his feet at the count of eight!
Black gets a look a disbelief on his face before going to the apron. Cole meets him with a shoulder block to the midsection....and another one.....followed by a third! Cole gets on the apron and scores with a nice running knee lift before heading back underneath the ring.....and he pulls out a ladder! Haven't we seen enough destruction? He slides it into the ring and follows suit. Black has made it to one knee and musters enough strength to try for Avada Kedavra again but Cole catches the leg, shoves him down.......and locks on a figure-four! A pin or submission won't win this but it IS last man STANDING; no legs, no standing! Adam points at his head, he KNOWS he has this! Black is in EXCRUCITING pain as he tries to roll them to the ropes.....but it doesn't cause the break! Cole eventually breaks the hold and places the ladder near a corner. He signals for the Florida Key again and picks Tyler up....but Tyler blocks with elbows to the head again! Cole grabs the back of Tyler's head......CORONA CRASH ON THE LADDER! Good God! Cole slowly gets to his feet and tells the ref NOT to count! He goes under the ring again and pulls out....another table! Adam, clutching his ribs, slides the table into the ring and sets it up next to one side of the ladder. Cole with a few stomps to Black but Tyler starts firing back....how are these two guys doing it? Tyler tries for a clothesline but gets dropped with a drop toe hold and his head grazes off the table. For the first time in the match, Adam Cole looks panicked.....so he decides to climb up the ladder! What the hell does he have planned? Tyler looks to find his adversary, locates him, and starts climbing up the ladder! Tyler is bleeding from his forehead as he makes it to the top! They're fifteen feet in the air and throwing haymakers! The crowd is chanting "PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!" Cole smashes Tyler's face into the top of the ladder.....and signals for the Panama Sunrise? NO! NOT FROM THIS HEIGHT ADAM! YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF AND HIM! Adam hooks him and tries to leave his feet but gets stopped by a fist to the ribs from Tyler! Another shot finds the mark! Another lands true and Cole takes a step down, clutching his injured ribs again! Black, wearing the proverbial crimson mask is unsteadily on his feet! He looks to the sky and yells before hooking Cole fisherman style.....what the hell? He takes a leap.....GOD'S LAST GIFT THROUGH THE TABLE! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! They're dead.....there's no way in God's name that either man can be conscious let alone alive! The ref could count to a hundred and it wouldn't matter! The ref looks puzzled as the crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" at the top of their lungs. He starts the count *ONE!* and nobody is moving. *TWO!* The paramedics are on standby. *THREE!* One of Tyler's legs moves.....so at least he isn't completely paralyzed? *FOUR* Adam Cole moves an arm. *FIVE!* Cole and Black both roll over. *SIX!* Black makes it to the ropes! *SEVEN!* Cole has his hands on the second rope and is trying to pull himself up! *EIGHT!* Tyler is on one knee, his hands on the top rope! *NINE!* COLE FALLS TO THE MAT! BLACK IS ON. ONE. FOOT.....*TEN!* THE REF CHECKS......TYLER IS UP! THIS ONE'S OVER!
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner.......TYLER..-
Tyler Black grabs the mic?
Tyler Black: *panting heavily and clutching his ribs* No.....no. Not Tyler Black, I'm done being some indie darling; never being taken seriously for a main event push. NWA South Beach is dead, and those that haven't adapted have perished under an endless series of waves. It's time I evolved. NWA Florida is the evolution in wrestling in the sunshine state, and I have evolved with it. I'm done being Tyler Black, and I'm embracing my evolution into SETH ROLLINS....and I am the second coming.
"Second Coming" starts playing as the crowd is stunned into silence as we go off the air. Thanks for watching!
We pan around a SOLD OUT American Airlines Arena in Miami while Howard E. Schilling and Matt Striker welcome everyone to "NWA South Beach: One Night Only" when "A Lethal Dose" hits, bringing out Jay Lethal! The crowd chants for the former Black Machismo who grabs a mic.
Lethal: Been a while huh? God is it good to be back. I might not have been here from the beginning, but I'm also the one with the most unfinished business from this territory. Last time I wrestled in this arena I was in the middle of a series of matches with a man who would go on to be defeated for the NWA World Heavyweight Title in a match against Samoa Joe: CM Punk; and although Punk isn't in the building tonight, I want a chance to do what he couldn't. What do you all say to that huh? Would you like to see an NWA World Heavyweight title match on the final South Beach show before we turn the keys back to Joe Rother?
The crowd goes absolutely ecstatic cheering!
Lethal: Looks like the fans know what they want. How about it Joe? You've been a huge mentor to me, what do you say we find out if the student has surpassed the teacher?
The crowd starts chanting for Joe until "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived" Austin Aries comes out! He too has a mic, and wastes little time getting to the point.
Aries: Now Jay, Jay, settle down here. If anyone has a right to be upset about their place here it's me. I came into South Beach with JBL promising me title shots and elevation towards the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title, but instead I got fed to the Bullet Club with no resolution. You want a shot at Joe? Prove that you can beat me, The Greatest Man That Ever Lived....
Lethal agrees, they shake hands and a referee is about to come down to the ring when "Trouble" hits.....and out comes.....Ethan Carter III and Rockstar Spud? The native of Boca Raton has a mic in his hand as well and Spud is dressed in an outlandishly colored suit with hints of aquamarine, beige, yellow, orange, pink, green, and deep blue.
EC III: Excuse me, but is this NWA South Beach or World Championship Wrestling? *crowd: BOOOOOOOO!* Nobody wants to see a 36 year old vegan and a 29 year old dude who could never win when the money was on the line do battle or break a hip! *Behind EC III, Spud mimics an old person walking with a walker* Lethal, there was a reason that you could never beat Punk *whispers* you were never really that good to begin with; and Aries, you must have Alzheimer's if you really believe you're "The greatest man that ever lived." You're a has-been and a never-was that need to step aside for the evolution of wrestling. *Crowd chants "You can't wrestle!"* I disagree. *Crowd: You can't wrestle!* I'm very good. *Crowd: You can't wrestle!* GET NEW MATERIAL! *Rockstar Spud is admonishing people as the two make their way to the ring* If neither of you rapscallions will believe me, I'll just have to beat the two of you myself.
Lethal and Aries nod, the bell rings and we're underway.
Match Number One: Jay Lethal vs. Austin Aries vs. EC III (w/Rockstar Spud)
Aries and Lethal look at each other, quickly nodding, and go right after EC3! Lethal and Aries with rapid fire strikes, Jay with a boot to the gut, then they take him over with a double suplex before bringing him into the corner and take turns lighting the Boca Raton native's chest up with knife-edge chops. One after another they go; until EC 3 holds up his hands, takes off his sunglasses (how are they still on?) and shouts "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! THOSE HURT!" The crowd laughs as his two opponents smirk then nail him with one last simultaneous blistering chop that echoes throughout the arena. Carter rolls out of the ring and is quickly covered up by a DISTRAUGHT Spud, who mutters incoherently in his British accent, wiping off his forehead with part of his ridiculously-colored suit. Meanwhile inside the ring, Aries has Lethal in a front face lock and hooked for a suplex, but Lethal blocks. Aries tries again and succeeds to get Lethal up but Lethal floats over and hits a reverse ddt! Lethal with the quick cover, but only gets a one count. Both men are back to their feet and Lethal sends ADouble into the ropes, leapfrogs him, tries for the monkey flip on the return but Aries lands on his feet and hits a VICIOUS looking double stomp to the sternum! Aries with the cover but only gets a one count as well. Aries gets back and tries to press the offensive bit gets stopped by Jay. Jay sends him into the ropes but before Aries can return he's stopped by...Rockstar Spud? Spud is on the apron, and is screaming at Aries for hurting his charge. Man what got into his crumpets? Lethal watches and eventually gets tired of waiting for the the Rockstar to finish his solo, turns Aries around and tries for the superkick....but Aries ducks and the kick hits Spud instead! I think I just saw Spud's head fly into the 15th row! Jeez if Jay's that strong of a kicker he should try out for the Dolphins! The crowd laughs, Aries has broken all pretense of character and laughs, which eventually ends up making Jay chuckle a little bit. Things eventually settle down a bit, resulting in some excellent chain wrestling from both guys, neither WANTING to make a mistake but it's eventually Lethal that tries to get fancy and gets taken down to the mat by Aries.....LAST CHANCERY! LAST CHANCERY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Lethal is crawling to the ropes, but Aries continues to stretch the neck back! Lethal looks close to fading....aaaaaaand it's broken up by EC III!
Ethan Carter the Third with strikes to Aries as Lethal rolls to the outside for a break. Carter is a product of numerous failed gimmicks and trials in territories that have never quite panned out, and he's taking out his frustration on his diminutive adversary. Aries gets caught in a headlock, tries for the back body drop, but receives a knee lift for his troubles. Carter takes Aries up and then drops him back down to Earth with a flapjack. Carter with the cover for a two count and back to the attack. Ethan with a BIG scoop slam and he showboats and soaks in the boos of the crowd. He turns around and gets Aries and Lethal are battling now, Spud trying to rouse his charge on the outside. Aries sends Lethal into the ropes but Lethal handsprings into them.....LETHAL INJECTION! LETHAL COVERS! ONE! TWO......and Jay gets pulled out of the ring by.....CM PUNK? WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE? HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE RETIRED! Punk takes Lethal and VICIOUSLY slams him back first into the steps as the crowd is silent. EC III is back to his feet and he along with Spud are watching in abject confusion. Punk then picks Lethal up......GTS ON THE STEPS! SERIOUSLY....WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Punk jumps back over the barrier from whence he came and angrily shrugs off any fan who tries to pat him on the back. Punk goes to the top of section 105 and looks back at the ring, his face expressionless, as the paramedics come to check on Jay Lethal, whose face is the proverbial crimson mask. Aries is still groggy in the ring as EC III climbs in, picks him up.....ONE PERCENTER! NOT LIKE THIS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Ethan Carter the Third just stole one!
Winner: EC III
The crowd boos as EC III and Spud back up the ramp, Spud holding his jaw after that vicious superkick from Lethal. The announcers hype the rest of the card, including our main event which will see the conclusion of a war that took South Beach Hostage for the last few months of its existence, a match that was supposed to take place at The Great American Bash: "The Panama City Playboy" Adam Cole. "The Maverick" Tyler Black. Last Man Standing. We go to a video package highlighting various parts of the feud while "Last Man Standing" from Hammerfall plays in the background. We go backstage to Justin Roberts who is with Adam Cole, but not "The Southern Gal" Eva Marie.
Justin: Adam, thank you for taking time to see me, but I have to ask first: where is Eva Marie?
Cole: Look you Finkel Failure, where my gal is is my business and mine alone. I'm here by myself tonight to finally move on. I was the third and last South Beach TV Champion, one half of the greatest tag team to come to South Beach, a future world champion, you'd think that would be enough wouldn't you? Nope. Tyler Black, I can't stand you, how you came into South Beach and had the 2013 King of the Ring handed to you on a silver platter and it gave you this false illusion that you were better than me...and you're not. Tonight, we bury the past so that I can realize my dream of winning the NWA World Junior Heavyweight Title. Tonight, I WILL be....the Last. Man. Standing.
The camera fades out as we come back to the arena for our next match when "Bring the Tables" hits and Bully Ray walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He has a mic, and I'm afraid to stop someone of his stature from talking so lets see what he has to say.
Bully: DO YOU AWL KNOW WHO IN THE HELL I AM? I USED TUH BE PAWSIDUHN IN A REALM FULL OF BEACH BUMS! I COULDAH BEEN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BUT SOUTH BEACH WAS RUN BOY A MANOYACAL TITAN WHO DIDN'T KNOW A WRIST LOCK FROM UH WRISTWATCH! *cameras cut to Howard sitting at the announce table, his face conflicted* YEAH YOU HEAR ME MOUNTAINEEAH MASTUHBATAH! I CAN BEAT ANY. BODY. IN. THIS. ALLOIANCE. ONE ON ONE, TWO ON ONE, HELL BRING THE UNITED NATIONS OUT HERE AND I'LL BEAT THEIR ASSES TOO! I AM LAYING DOWN AN OPEN CHALLENGE TO ANYBAWDY IN THE BACK.....IF YOU GOT DA BAWLS.......AND JAWN CENA, YOU BETTAH NAWT BE GETTIN TOO ATTACHED TO THAT LITTLE NAWTH AMARICAN TOITLE YOU GAWT YOUR LITTL HANDS AWN; BECAWSE COME STAHCADE AHM TAKIN IT RIGHT FROM YOUR LITTLE, SCRAWNY, UNDESEHVING FINGAHS WHEN OI BEAT YOU BLACK AND BLUE! NOW GET A JAHBRONI OUT HEAH!
The crowd buzzes in anticipation.....who will it be? Bully waits for a few minutes before appearing to give up when "Dschinghis Khan" hits and OUT COMES UHAA NATION! The man who was told he was as strong as a nation rushes the ring as the crowd chants "U-HAA! U-HAA! U-HAA!" Uhaa clotheslines Bully, the ref rings the bell and we are quickly underway!
Match Number Two: Uhaa Nation vs. Bully Ray
The start of this match was eerily reminiscient of Ultimate Warrior vs. Honky Tonk Man from SummerSlam 1988 as the exhuberant young challenger tried to use his energy to take down his seasoned-veteran foe, landing several shoulder blocks before hitting a HUGE blue thunder bomb for a two count. Funny thing about age though is that you learn to whether the storm when a young lion comes after you and that's what Bully did, eventually slowing down the pace of the match using a methodical and brutal style of body blows while using some questionable language that pressed the ppv censors to their limits. This match was bowling shoe ugly from a technical standpoint, but if you're a fan of brawling then it was fantastic. Late in the match after scoring a near fall following an Uhaa Combination, Uhaa would get frustrated enough to go after the ref and complain....allowing
Winner: Bully Ray
After the match Uhaa grabs a mic and says that it is time for a Nation to rise up....not a nation of domination, not a nation of violence......Uhaa Nation. He says that he isn't going after the NWA World Heavyweight Title.....yet, but to systematically destroy a territory, win the top belt there, win the NWA North American Title....and when he has done all that, THEN he will prove to whoever is NWA World Champion what the rest of the National Wrestling Alliance will know by then: that you can't destroy THE Nation.
We go to a great video package that highlights everything that happened at Fall Brawl, including what some have called the best match of 2014 in the war between NWA World Heavyweight Champion Samoa Joe and Windy City Heavyweight Champion "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters....
The lights go out and an amalgamation of images appears on the screen followed by the sound of a match striking that echoes throughout the arena...and a lantern illuminates the darkness on the tron; bringing the faces of Bray Wyatt, Chris Hero, PAC, and Jon Moxley into focus.
Wyatt: Miami.......we're back. *takes a deep breath and blows out the lantern*
"Broken out in Love" hits and The Bullet Club comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Wyatt: It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, HAVE YOU MISSED US? Nuh uh man; you're too busy living your meaningless lives and telling lies to see the truth that is screaming at you to WAKE UP! WAKE UP SO THAT I MAY SET YOU FREE! We are four men that ride in the night once more, to cleanse through darkness. You need a Hero man....and here is your hero now!
Hero: That's right Miami. You're in the darkest place of all in this wretched state. LeBron left for his old home and picked up two better sidekicks along the way, the Hurricanes are playing like a tropical depression, the Marlins caught the injury bug, and the Dolphins are too busy putting out internal fires to do anything other than lose every Sunday. Ton-
Moxley: You know something Hero, everyone thought you were going to be the savior of this territory when you were brought in, but all you did was turn the NWA South Beach Title into a meaningless prop. You never defended it, you just sat back and watched; same thing with you Bray! You always talked about "cleansing through embracing the darkness", and then sent PAC and I to do your dirty work. Hell when South Beach closed PAC had to change his name to get away from what you did to him! You want to act like a puppet master; but you can't control someone that a fundamental facet of physics forgot; and you sure as hell can't control a Lunatic Fringe. There are no opponents for the four of us tonight....tonight ol' Jumping Geordie here and I snap the strings....
PAC: *grinning* It's about to get real mate.
PAC and Moxley jump Wyatt and Hero!
Match Number Three: Bray Wyatt and Chris Hero vs. Jon Moxley and PAC
This was a war between four men that did their damndest to sow discord amongst the entire National Wrestling Alliance during the last half year of South Beach's existence. The announcers mention that Bray Wyatt has found a new Family in Windy City and that Hero has reformed the Kings of Wrestling in Impact Wrestling with Cesaro while Jon Moxley has been steadily working a path of destruction under the name Dean Ambrose and PAC has found new highs in the shadow of O'Hare Airport as Adrian Neville. PAC played the face-in-peril roll for a good share of this match, with Bray shouting that "IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY ADRIAN!" at him at one point before tagging in Chris Hero. Eventually PAC would make the hot tag to Moxley just after Hero made the tag to Wyatt and the Lunatic Fringe would clean house, leading to a setup for the Dirty Deeds (done dirt cheap). It would be interrupted by Hero who landed a VICIOUS Rip Cord Rolling Elbow allowing Bray to hit Sister Abigail. Bray would cover, PAC would try to fly off the top but got CLOCKED by a Rolling Elbow! A three-count later and this one is over.
Winners: Bray Wyatt and Chris Hero
Wyatt and Hero stand menacingly over the lifeless bodies of Moxley and PAC as Matt and Howard thank everyone for watching, before focusing on our main event of the evening: Last Man Standing. It truly will be the war to settle the score when these two men finally lock up. Both men have been tearing up the NWA since South Beach folded, yet there has always been a sense of unfinished business with them. Tonight, it all ends. We get one final video package set to "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy before "Special Op" hits, bringing out Tyler Black to a great reaction from the crowd. We wait for just a minute which seems to take an hour before "Faithless" hits, bringing out Adam Cole to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Adam gets in the ring and we go to Justin Roberts for our formal introductions.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our main event of the evening, and our winner will truly be the Last Man Standing! In this match there are no countouts, pinfalls, or disqualifications; the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent until they cannot answer the official's count of ten. *the crowd is deafeningly loud* Introducing the participants, first: standing in the corner to my left, from Davenport, Iowa. Standing six feet one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds, he is the 2013 King of the Ring......."The Maverick" Tyler Black!
The crowd goes nuts as Tyler acknowledges the crowd with a wave of his hand, never taking his eyes off his adversary. The American Airlines Arena is shaking.
Justin: Introducing his opponent, from Panama City, Florida. He stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred five pounds. He is the Panama City Playboy and the final NWA South Beach Television Champion: Aaaadam Coooole!
Half the crowd cheers and half of them boo as Adam stands in the corner with a smirk on his face. The bell rings and we are underway!
Main Event: Tyler Black vs. Adam Cole in a Last Man Standing match
Both men walk to the center of the ring and we get a standoff between them. The crowd is amazingly split about 50/50 with dueling "LET'S GO TYLER!" "LET'S GO ADAM!" chants. They each take a look around the arena....it is ELECTRIC.....and like a switch being flipped they're off! Both men fire with rapid forearm shots to the head of the other in the middle of the ring and eventually their momentum carries them outside of the ring where Black gets the upper hand! Black, in a full mount, rains punches down upon the face of Cole who is forced to try to cover up from the onslaught! Tyler rolls into the ring as the ref gets to a count of two before Cole gets up and takes a moment to try and clear his head. Cole steps in the ring and taps his head, like he has it all figured out. A quick exchange of chain wrestling follows with Tyler attempting God's Last Gift, but Cole countering into an attempt at Coleateral but Tyler floats over and lands on his feet, delivering an excellently executed hangman's neckbreaker. Tyler stands back and lets the ref count but Adam makes it up to his knees by the count of two, which allows Tyler to press the attack into the ropes. Tyler steps back and tells Adam to "come on," before charging in, but Cole sends him through the ropes to the outside and Tyler lands a bit wrong on his right shoulder as the crowd groans. Cole poses and gets a somewhat negative reaction from the crowd which brings a smirk to his face and he heads to the outside where Tyler is making it to his knees. Cole delivers taunting little kicks to the side of the head, drawing more jeers from the crowd, while shouting "YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? COME ON YOUR *kick* ROYAL *kick* HIGHNESS! *kick*"
Cole brings Tyler to his feet and looks to send him into the steps, but Tyler counters....but at the last second Cole jumps over the steps! WHAT A FEAT OF AGILITY! The crowd starts cheering and Cole turns around in time to see Tyler flying through the air...and Cole catches him with a snap scoop slam on the floor! Tyler's back BUCKLES as the crowd goes wild! Cole is holding his left wrist a bit but shouts at the ref to count. The ref gets to a count of three before Tyler gets back his feet, favoring his back. Black gets in the ring and Cole immediately presses in with boots to the head. Tyler blocks and counters with blows to the midsection. Tyler sends him into the ropes and catches him with a knee to the gut. Tyler goes for a clothesline but Cole picks him up in a fireman's carry, lifts him off his shoulders and catches him on the back of the neck with the knee! Cole has DOMINATED the early going here! The camera keeps catching bits and pieces of what Cole is saying and he's muttering "not this time. not today." over and over again. Cole goes to the outside and looks underneath the ring....for a table! Cole sets it up perpendicular to the ring and goes back into the ring. He takes Tyler over to a corner and lays in a few chops before sitting him up on the top rope. Cole climbs to the top and lays in a few forearms to the already injured back of Tyler Black. Adam hooks him....and hits a BIG superplex! Tyler's back BUCKLES as he screams out in pain. Cole asks the ref to start counting....and Black makes it up before a count of six. Cole just stands there....and with a look of utter revulsion on his face, tries to send Tyler over the top rope and through the table.....but Tyler holds on and lands on the apron! Cole looks shocked and rushes in but Black ducks and tries to back body drop him....but Cole SOMEHOW lands on his feet behind Tyler on the apron! Cole tries to straightjacket the arms, looking for the Florida Key; but Tyler with elbow shots to the head! Tyler grabs Cole's head.....SKYWALKER OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" as Black is ALL kinds of fired up. He grabs his ribs and tells the ref to start counting. The ref starts counting....but Cole makes it back to his knees at the count of five....AVADA KEDAVRA! Tyler Black just turned out Adam Cole's lights with a VICIOUS super kick that echoed throughout the American Airlines Arena! The Panama City Playboy's eyes are glazed over as the ref starts the count! Black needs the corner to stabalize but he's still on his feet as the ref makes it to a count of four. Cole begins stirring at the count of six and SOMEHOW gets to his feet at the count of eight!
Black gets a look a disbelief on his face before going to the apron. Cole meets him with a shoulder block to the midsection....and another one.....followed by a third! Cole gets on the apron and scores with a nice running knee lift before heading back underneath the ring.....and he pulls out a ladder! Haven't we seen enough destruction? He slides it into the ring and follows suit. Black has made it to one knee and musters enough strength to try for Avada Kedavra again but Cole catches the leg, shoves him down.......and locks on a figure-four! A pin or submission won't win this but it IS last man STANDING; no legs, no standing! Adam points at his head, he KNOWS he has this! Black is in EXCRUCITING pain as he tries to roll them to the ropes.....but it doesn't cause the break! Cole eventually breaks the hold and places the ladder near a corner. He signals for the Florida Key again and picks Tyler up....but Tyler blocks with elbows to the head again! Cole grabs the back of Tyler's head......CORONA CRASH ON THE LADDER! Good God! Cole slowly gets to his feet and tells the ref NOT to count! He goes under the ring again and pulls out....another table! Adam, clutching his ribs, slides the table into the ring and sets it up next to one side of the ladder. Cole with a few stomps to Black but Tyler starts firing back....how are these two guys doing it? Tyler tries for a clothesline but gets dropped with a drop toe hold and his head grazes off the table. For the first time in the match, Adam Cole looks panicked.....so he decides to climb up the ladder! What the hell does he have planned? Tyler looks to find his adversary, locates him, and starts climbing up the ladder! Tyler is bleeding from his forehead as he makes it to the top! They're fifteen feet in the air and throwing haymakers! The crowd is chanting "PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!" Cole smashes Tyler's face into the top of the ladder.....and signals for the Panama Sunrise? NO! NOT FROM THIS HEIGHT ADAM! YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF AND HIM! Adam hooks him and tries to leave his feet but gets stopped by a fist to the ribs from Tyler! Another shot finds the mark! Another lands true and Cole takes a step down, clutching his injured ribs again! Black, wearing the proverbial crimson mask is unsteadily on his feet! He looks to the sky and yells before hooking Cole fisherman style.....what the hell? He takes a leap.....GOD'S LAST GIFT THROUGH THE TABLE! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! They're dead.....there's no way in God's name that either man can be conscious let alone alive! The ref could count to a hundred and it wouldn't matter! The ref looks puzzled as the crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" at the top of their lungs. He starts the count *ONE!* and nobody is moving. *TWO!* The paramedics are on standby. *THREE!* One of Tyler's legs moves.....so at least he isn't completely paralyzed? *FOUR* Adam Cole moves an arm. *FIVE!* Cole and Black both roll over. *SIX!* Black makes it to the ropes! *SEVEN!* Cole has his hands on the second rope and is trying to pull himself up! *EIGHT!* Tyler is on one knee, his hands on the top rope! *NINE!* COLE FALLS TO THE MAT! BLACK IS ON. ONE. FOOT.....*TEN!* THE REF CHECKS......TYLER IS UP! THIS ONE'S OVER!
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner.......TYLER..-
Tyler Black grabs the mic?
Tyler Black: *panting heavily and clutching his ribs* No.....no. Not Tyler Black, I'm done being some indie darling; never being taken seriously for a main event push. NWA South Beach is dead, and those that haven't adapted have perished under an endless series of waves. It's time I evolved. NWA Florida is the evolution in wrestling in the sunshine state, and I have evolved with it. I'm done being Tyler Black, and I'm embracing my evolution into SETH ROLLINS....and I am the second coming.
"Second Coming" starts playing as the crowd is stunned into silence as we go off the air. Thanks for watching!