Results 06/08/12
Jun 9, 2012 1:25:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2012 1:25:25 GMT -7
OPENING SEGMENT
The show opens with a shot backstage, where see Great Lakes President Don Schmitt, along with bookers Chris Goldberg and Kevin Dennis standing with road agents Mike Quackenbush and Colt Cabana by their sides, standing in front of the locker room, where every member of the roster are sitting or standing around, waiting to be addressed.
Schmitt:
"Tonight is the culmination of a lot of hard work, and the answer to many prayers, and right here, right now, in this arena tonight, in front of these Cleveland fans, we draw the line in the sand. Everyone in this room right now has walked a path, each one different, but all of them have met here, and we all walk down this road together now.
"You've all been in this business, been in other locker rooms, and somewhere along the line, you were by somebody somewhere that you just weren't good enough... that someone didn't have anything for you, and had been handed your walking papers and been fed that same bullshit line about having the best of luck in your future endeavors."
Everyone looks around, nodding, welling up with a mixture of emotions.
Schmitt:
"The line is drawn here gentlemen, and tonight we say, 'No more!' No more will they look at you or this operation and say, 'You're not good enough. You're too small, you're not good enough, you don't have what it takes.' Put all of that behind you, because tonight, you fight together to prove to the world that you belong in the greatest entity in wrestling history, the NWA, and you will not be denied anymore! Each one of you has a past, and each one of you have made mistakes, burned some bridge somewhere, but tonight, we stand together, stare this business right in the face and give it the finger. Fuck the politics, fuck the critics, fuck anybody who doubts us, because while we all may be flawed as individuals, as a unit... as a promotion... as a lockerroom, and as a family... we are unstoppable. You go out there tonight, and you give those fans something to be proud of... give them a show they'll never forget... leave everything out there, every ounce of energy, every inch of pride, all of the sweat, blood, and tears, and you give those people something to believe in!"
Every one in the locker room stands up and claps... until, that is, CM Punk steps in the locker room, two body guards by his sides, holding his championship over his shoulder, clapping sarcastically.
Punk:
"Bravo, bravo... nice speech there, uh, whoever the fuck you are. And who do we have here? Is that John Hennigan over there? Wearing sunglasses in doors, big surprise there. You're not fooling anybody, Johnny. You're about as cool as a sunburn, and just as annoying. Oh, oh, and over here, who is that? Is that PAC? Didn't you just get fired from East Coast? You know what they say, one man's trash is... well, still fucking trash, no matter what state it's in."
Cabana steps up now.
Cabana:
"Hey, Punk, how about you do everybody a favor and get the Hell out of here? I don't even know why you're here tonight."
Punk laughs, scratching his face.
Punk:
"Oh, Colt, you'd think you'd show a little more gratitude towards a guy who let you ride his coat tails for so long. And while I've held how many World titles, including the one draped over my shoulder right now, and yet you, who has never won dick, thinks he can talk to me, or tell me where to go. That's rich, buddy. How about you shut the fuck up, clean out those ears, and sit your ass down, because I'm about to hit you boys with a much needed dose of cold, hard truth. You see, you can talk all day until your blue in the face about deserving to be in the NWA, but the fact of the matter is, not one of you... not a single one of you is in my league, and gentlemen, the NWA is my league. I own this alliance, Hell, I own professional wrestling, because I am the best in the world. That's just a fact. Google that shit. Fact is, I'm here tonight because if it wasn't for me being here, promising those fans I'd sign some of their shit after the show, you wouldn't have a show, because not a single one of you tools ever have or ever will put an ass in a seat. CM Punk, on the other hand, sells out arenas everywhere he goes, and you know why?
"Because I'm the World Heavyweight champion... and even, if I weren't, I'd still be better than each and every one of you. So, uh, I'm going to go out there, grab a magazine, maybe watch a movie on my iPhone, try and stay awake through this snoozefest... sign some crap for that sea of ungrateful, poor white trash you call a fanbase, and then I'm going to go somewhere that actually deserves my time and attention."
Every is staring at Punk now, as he pulls out his phone and begins to walk away, giving a half wave, as everyone in the lockerroom stares holes through him.
Jay Lethal:
"What a dick."
ADVERTISEMENT
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MATCH ONE
PAC & Johnny Nitro vs. Anthony Nese & Bobby Fish
This was really a battle of flash versus impact. PAC and Nitro are both very formidible when it comes to getting impact themselves, but they definitely have more of a flare for the extravagant. Nese and Fish, on the other hand, tend to opt for a more smash mouthed approach, while Nese has agility like nobody's business. In the end, it was Nese who came away with he win, nailing a Dead Lift German Suplex on PAC to get the pinfall in a short, but hotly contested opener.
MATCH TWO
Taylor Made & Kimber Lee vs. Jenny Rose & Melanie Cruise
Made and Lee were playing the faces, while Rose and Cruise went the route of the dirty heel tonight. Pretty basic contest, with frequents tags for both teams. Lee would get caught in the ring for a long period of time, however, about mid-match, but would make a hot tag that saw Made fly in with a springboard dropkick. Cruise would manage to take away the victory tonight, hitting a nice Brainbuster of Lee to get the pinfall.
SEGMENT
We go backstage, where we see John Cena standing in front of a Great Lakes banner. He doesn't look like he is very pleased, grinding his hands together as he prepares to address the audience.
Cena:
"For one reason or another, tonight, I'm entered into a Six Pack Challenge match... a match to decide the first ever Great Lakes champion. If you've looked over the roster, you'll see it's probably I'm the only guy with any kind of size working for this company, and thus, I'll lend the belt some credibility, especially when I win the damn thing.
"It's no secret I've been overlooked in this industry for a long time. I've been saddled up with shit gimmick after shitty angle after bullshit series of matches, one after the other. It never fails. And while I should be happy about being given this opportunity tonight, I'm not. No, I'm pissed off. I've been pissed off for a very long time now. I know what I've got inside of me... I've got a fight like nobody else, a heart bigger than this entire building, and yet, here I am in this fledging organization, trying to prove something. Instead of getting matches with that asshole CM Punk, I'm fighting Mike Quackenbush and Amazing Red. Awesome...
"Tonight, I put the controversy to bed, and let everybody know who the alpha male is here in Great Lakes. I beat every single one of those men, plow into the ground, make this match MY BITCH, and then, as I hold up that 10 lbs. of gold, I'm going to stare at Punk... look him in the eye, and let him know I'm coming for his title next!"
Cena does a cut throat signal, and we cut to the next segment.
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MATCH THREE
Pinkie Sanchez vs. Michael Facade
There wasn't a true heel or face established here, but Pinkie did bring a lot of personality to this. Facade has a cool look and some flashy moves, but doesn't really bring that much to the charisma department. It didn't matter, though, as he won over this crowd with a couple of pretty nifty dives to the outside. Sanchez would come out with his hand raised, however, as hitting his neck jarring Burning Snicklefritz to earn the pinfall.
MATCH FOUR
Mickie Knuckles vs. Cherry Bomb
Knuckles is a beast of a woman, known for her hardcore wars in the past, while Cherry Bomb is just that lovable face with a ton of heart. Knuckles would dish out a lot of punishment here, but Cherry would find a way to stay in the match and surprise her with quick reversals and roll-ups numerous times. In the end, Knuckles would catch Cherry coming off the top with a Cross Body Block and turn it into a Tombstone Piledriver for the pinfall in a great showing by both women that had the fans engaged.
SEGMENT
We head backstage again, where we see Colt Cabana sitting in a chair, pulling on his knee pads.
Cabana:
"Forget about CM Punk and all of that crap he spewed earlier, because tonight isn't about him. It's about the fans, and it's about great wrestling. Tonight, I prove to everyone that I'm more than just a novelty act, and I am, in fact, of the best, most traveled and most talented wrestlers on the face of the Earth.
"To hear a guy like John Cena run his mouth about what he deserves and how he's been overlooked is beyond laughable. I've been working the circuit for over a decade, learning under some of the best trainers their are, mastering all of the different styles, while he's spent most of his time doing tricep push downs and sun tanning. John, you may have an impressive physique, and you may be angry, holding some kind of a grudge, but you are not a wrestler, and tonight, in that main event, it's going to be a wrestling match.
"I'm a professional wrestler, and I can grapple with the best of them. We have some great guys out there, so really dangerous guys, but none of them have the tools, the experience, or the training of Colt Cabana, and that's why tonight, I'm walking away with a shiney new belt to put on my mantle piece. I'm going back to Chi-Town with the gold, and that's al there is to it! Too bad, so sad for you guys. There may be six men in this match, but there is only one 'Classic' Colt Cabana, the face of NWA Great Lakes!"
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Going to see these guys on August 10th. It's going to be sick!
MATCH FIVE
Rich Swann vs. Gran Akuma
Rich Swann is a true athlete, and he brings a lot of charisma, but Akuma is a very hard hitting and talented veteran who came into this match breathing fire. Swann's high risk, high reward style did have Akuma staggered, but Akuma proved to be tough enough to withstand his onslaught, and would deliver an Earth shaking Tenchi Crash in order to pick up the victory tonight.
MATCH SIX
Jay Lethal & Rocky Romero vs. AR Fox & B-Boy
AR Fox may have been the least known and least experienced of his bunch, but he put in the most work in this contest, taking quite the beating, but showing off a plethora of skills, from the mat to the skies and everywhere in between. This kid can go. Romero and Lethal were in top form, using frequent tags, controlling the space, and using double team tactics to really keep this match at their pace for most of it. B-Boy is a very tough and versatile individual, though, and was the perfect guy to partner with Fox and help guide him through this. In the end, B-Boy would make a blind tag and catch Lethal with a big Shining Wizard after he nailed the Lethal Injection on Fox, pinning him to get the big win in a sequence that had the fans on their feet! Very good showing here.
SEGMENT
Jimmy Jacobs is outside of the building beside a brick wall, as the camera moves and sways, slightly looking up towards him.
Jacobs:
"You know, I've had some time to think and reflect recently, and I've really come here tonight with a sense of purpose. For far too long, I've been on the cusp of something; for far too long, I've been that guy who's respected by those in the know, that guy working harder than anybody else, busting his ass when others were just phoning it in, resting on their laurels, and yet where has it gotten me?
"I'm not here to bitch and complain, no, I've decided tonight I'm just here to win. No excuses, no alternatives. It's as cliche as it gets, no doubt about it, but failure is just not an option for Jimmy Jacobs at this point. I came here to prove I'm worthy... worthy of the main event, worthy of the title, and worthy of being counted among the best wrestlers in the NWA. I want that title. I need it. I'll do anything... anything to get it. When you've got a bitch like CM Punk walking into your locker room, flaunting his good fortune, and telling you you're nothing but dog shit, it makes it that much more urgent. Sure, he didn't single me out, but I know I'm not an exception. It's not just him. There are many who think I am not big league material... that we, as a company, are small time, and have no chance of making a bigger impact, and competing realistically for that big gold, but to all of those retractors shall come a reality check.
"I'm Jimmy Jacobs, and I came from the same damn dirty, low down promotions Punk started in, learned under every motherfucker he did, and I'm just as good, if not better than him, and that is something that will be recognized... something that cannot be ignored any longer. Those who throw stones should not live in glass houses, and Punk, he's out there for everyone to see. Completely exposed. He's got weaknesses, he has flaws, whether he wants to admit it or not. He's in love with himself. But that's going to be his demise. That love affair, that will be his ruin, and may it won't be me who capitalizes on it, but that target on his back gets bigger and bigger every day. It becomes more apparent time he runs his big mouth, and God, I'd love to be the one to shove my boot right down his fucking throat.
"Regardless, tonight I take that Great Lakes championship... and inevitably, I'll be wearing that big gold. That's a promise."
Jacobs gives the camera a wink, before walking off.
MATCH SEVEN
Silas Young vs. Arik Cannon
This was really a glorified pissing contest. These two didn't come here to wrestle, they came to fight, and fight they did. This was hard hitting, and all over the ringside area, as neither man wanted to back down an inch or go any direction other than forward. It looked like Young had the match won with a massive Stalling German Suplex that saw Cannon land right on the back of his neck, but "The Anarchist" showed a lot of heart rolling his shoulder to continue the fight. Likewise, Young seemed like he'd been knocked out cold with a Twisting Brainbuster from Cannon, but he still managed to escape defeat. Cannon would eventually nail the Anarchist Hammer, which would knock Young out long enough for him to get the three after this grueling contest.
MATCH EIGHT
Elimination Six-Pack for the NWA Great Lakes Championship
Colt Cabana vs. Mike Quackenbush vs. John Cena vs. Amazing Red vs. Jimmy Jacobs vs. Jack Evans
The rules of this match were pretty simple. Only two men could be in the ring at one time, having to tag in and out. The match would go through a process of eliminations by pinfall or submission, with the last man standing being the winner. The first fall went to Quackenbush, who tapped out Red with the Quackendriver II for the pinfall. John Cena would take the next fall, delivering a thunderous Blue Thunder Driver to Jack Evans, folding him in half for the pinfall. Cena would then pin Quackenbush, catching him mid-Huracanrana and nailing him with a Powerbomb before lifting him and adjusting into a Death Valley Driver, which earned him another elimination. Cena would be the next to go, however, after Cabana and Jacobs took turns working over his back, leading to Cabana locking on the Chicago Crab while Jacobs pulled the bottom rope back so Cena couldn't reach it, giving him no choice but to tap out. In the end, Cabana and Jacobs went to war, garnering many near falls, until Cabana went for the Colt .45 and accidentally bumped the ref with Jacob's legs. At this point, in ran CM PUNK, who took his World Championship and SMASHED Cabana over the head with it! Punk then looked on as the fans booed, standing on the ramp, as everyone tried to make it to their feet. Jacobs would take the opportunity to latch onto Colt with a front facelock, dropping him with a Spike DDT right into his Guillotine Choke! Cabana has blood coming from his forehead, as he tries to survive, but he cannot. The ref checks Cabana, and calls for the bell, as he has passed out in the choke! JIMMY JACOBS HAS WON THE CHAMPIOBNSHIP!
Punk is giving him a sarcastic applause, as Jacobs takes his belt, dazed, and then realizes that Punk is standing on the ramp. He doesn't realize yet what he has done, but he's not going to be happy about this when he does. That bastard CM Punk has gotten the last laugh here, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it.
The show opens with a shot backstage, where see Great Lakes President Don Schmitt, along with bookers Chris Goldberg and Kevin Dennis standing with road agents Mike Quackenbush and Colt Cabana by their sides, standing in front of the locker room, where every member of the roster are sitting or standing around, waiting to be addressed.
Schmitt:
"Tonight is the culmination of a lot of hard work, and the answer to many prayers, and right here, right now, in this arena tonight, in front of these Cleveland fans, we draw the line in the sand. Everyone in this room right now has walked a path, each one different, but all of them have met here, and we all walk down this road together now.
"You've all been in this business, been in other locker rooms, and somewhere along the line, you were by somebody somewhere that you just weren't good enough... that someone didn't have anything for you, and had been handed your walking papers and been fed that same bullshit line about having the best of luck in your future endeavors."
Everyone looks around, nodding, welling up with a mixture of emotions.
Schmitt:
"The line is drawn here gentlemen, and tonight we say, 'No more!' No more will they look at you or this operation and say, 'You're not good enough. You're too small, you're not good enough, you don't have what it takes.' Put all of that behind you, because tonight, you fight together to prove to the world that you belong in the greatest entity in wrestling history, the NWA, and you will not be denied anymore! Each one of you has a past, and each one of you have made mistakes, burned some bridge somewhere, but tonight, we stand together, stare this business right in the face and give it the finger. Fuck the politics, fuck the critics, fuck anybody who doubts us, because while we all may be flawed as individuals, as a unit... as a promotion... as a lockerroom, and as a family... we are unstoppable. You go out there tonight, and you give those fans something to be proud of... give them a show they'll never forget... leave everything out there, every ounce of energy, every inch of pride, all of the sweat, blood, and tears, and you give those people something to believe in!"
Every one in the locker room stands up and claps... until, that is, CM Punk steps in the locker room, two body guards by his sides, holding his championship over his shoulder, clapping sarcastically.
Punk:
"Bravo, bravo... nice speech there, uh, whoever the fuck you are. And who do we have here? Is that John Hennigan over there? Wearing sunglasses in doors, big surprise there. You're not fooling anybody, Johnny. You're about as cool as a sunburn, and just as annoying. Oh, oh, and over here, who is that? Is that PAC? Didn't you just get fired from East Coast? You know what they say, one man's trash is... well, still fucking trash, no matter what state it's in."
Cabana steps up now.
Cabana:
"Hey, Punk, how about you do everybody a favor and get the Hell out of here? I don't even know why you're here tonight."
Punk laughs, scratching his face.
Punk:
"Oh, Colt, you'd think you'd show a little more gratitude towards a guy who let you ride his coat tails for so long. And while I've held how many World titles, including the one draped over my shoulder right now, and yet you, who has never won dick, thinks he can talk to me, or tell me where to go. That's rich, buddy. How about you shut the fuck up, clean out those ears, and sit your ass down, because I'm about to hit you boys with a much needed dose of cold, hard truth. You see, you can talk all day until your blue in the face about deserving to be in the NWA, but the fact of the matter is, not one of you... not a single one of you is in my league, and gentlemen, the NWA is my league. I own this alliance, Hell, I own professional wrestling, because I am the best in the world. That's just a fact. Google that shit. Fact is, I'm here tonight because if it wasn't for me being here, promising those fans I'd sign some of their shit after the show, you wouldn't have a show, because not a single one of you tools ever have or ever will put an ass in a seat. CM Punk, on the other hand, sells out arenas everywhere he goes, and you know why?
"Because I'm the World Heavyweight champion... and even, if I weren't, I'd still be better than each and every one of you. So, uh, I'm going to go out there, grab a magazine, maybe watch a movie on my iPhone, try and stay awake through this snoozefest... sign some crap for that sea of ungrateful, poor white trash you call a fanbase, and then I'm going to go somewhere that actually deserves my time and attention."
Every is staring at Punk now, as he pulls out his phone and begins to walk away, giving a half wave, as everyone in the lockerroom stares holes through him.
Jay Lethal:
"What a dick."
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I'm going to be using my shows as an outlet to advertise things I like, because I can. Just went to the movie theater and saw this today, and it was really good. One of the best movies I've seen in awhile.
MATCH ONE
PAC & Johnny Nitro vs. Anthony Nese & Bobby Fish
This was really a battle of flash versus impact. PAC and Nitro are both very formidible when it comes to getting impact themselves, but they definitely have more of a flare for the extravagant. Nese and Fish, on the other hand, tend to opt for a more smash mouthed approach, while Nese has agility like nobody's business. In the end, it was Nese who came away with he win, nailing a Dead Lift German Suplex on PAC to get the pinfall in a short, but hotly contested opener.
MATCH TWO
Taylor Made & Kimber Lee vs. Jenny Rose & Melanie Cruise
Made and Lee were playing the faces, while Rose and Cruise went the route of the dirty heel tonight. Pretty basic contest, with frequents tags for both teams. Lee would get caught in the ring for a long period of time, however, about mid-match, but would make a hot tag that saw Made fly in with a springboard dropkick. Cruise would manage to take away the victory tonight, hitting a nice Brainbuster of Lee to get the pinfall.
SEGMENT
We go backstage, where we see John Cena standing in front of a Great Lakes banner. He doesn't look like he is very pleased, grinding his hands together as he prepares to address the audience.
Cena:
"For one reason or another, tonight, I'm entered into a Six Pack Challenge match... a match to decide the first ever Great Lakes champion. If you've looked over the roster, you'll see it's probably I'm the only guy with any kind of size working for this company, and thus, I'll lend the belt some credibility, especially when I win the damn thing.
"It's no secret I've been overlooked in this industry for a long time. I've been saddled up with shit gimmick after shitty angle after bullshit series of matches, one after the other. It never fails. And while I should be happy about being given this opportunity tonight, I'm not. No, I'm pissed off. I've been pissed off for a very long time now. I know what I've got inside of me... I've got a fight like nobody else, a heart bigger than this entire building, and yet, here I am in this fledging organization, trying to prove something. Instead of getting matches with that asshole CM Punk, I'm fighting Mike Quackenbush and Amazing Red. Awesome...
"Tonight, I put the controversy to bed, and let everybody know who the alpha male is here in Great Lakes. I beat every single one of those men, plow into the ground, make this match MY BITCH, and then, as I hold up that 10 lbs. of gold, I'm going to stare at Punk... look him in the eye, and let him know I'm coming for his title next!"
Cena does a cut throat signal, and we cut to the next segment.
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MATCH THREE
Pinkie Sanchez vs. Michael Facade
There wasn't a true heel or face established here, but Pinkie did bring a lot of personality to this. Facade has a cool look and some flashy moves, but doesn't really bring that much to the charisma department. It didn't matter, though, as he won over this crowd with a couple of pretty nifty dives to the outside. Sanchez would come out with his hand raised, however, as hitting his neck jarring Burning Snicklefritz to earn the pinfall.
MATCH FOUR
Mickie Knuckles vs. Cherry Bomb
Knuckles is a beast of a woman, known for her hardcore wars in the past, while Cherry Bomb is just that lovable face with a ton of heart. Knuckles would dish out a lot of punishment here, but Cherry would find a way to stay in the match and surprise her with quick reversals and roll-ups numerous times. In the end, Knuckles would catch Cherry coming off the top with a Cross Body Block and turn it into a Tombstone Piledriver for the pinfall in a great showing by both women that had the fans engaged.
SEGMENT
We head backstage again, where we see Colt Cabana sitting in a chair, pulling on his knee pads.
Cabana:
"Forget about CM Punk and all of that crap he spewed earlier, because tonight isn't about him. It's about the fans, and it's about great wrestling. Tonight, I prove to everyone that I'm more than just a novelty act, and I am, in fact, of the best, most traveled and most talented wrestlers on the face of the Earth.
"To hear a guy like John Cena run his mouth about what he deserves and how he's been overlooked is beyond laughable. I've been working the circuit for over a decade, learning under some of the best trainers their are, mastering all of the different styles, while he's spent most of his time doing tricep push downs and sun tanning. John, you may have an impressive physique, and you may be angry, holding some kind of a grudge, but you are not a wrestler, and tonight, in that main event, it's going to be a wrestling match.
"I'm a professional wrestler, and I can grapple with the best of them. We have some great guys out there, so really dangerous guys, but none of them have the tools, the experience, or the training of Colt Cabana, and that's why tonight, I'm walking away with a shiney new belt to put on my mantle piece. I'm going back to Chi-Town with the gold, and that's al there is to it! Too bad, so sad for you guys. There may be six men in this match, but there is only one 'Classic' Colt Cabana, the face of NWA Great Lakes!"
ADVERTISEMENT
Going to see these guys on August 10th. It's going to be sick!
MATCH FIVE
Rich Swann vs. Gran Akuma
Rich Swann is a true athlete, and he brings a lot of charisma, but Akuma is a very hard hitting and talented veteran who came into this match breathing fire. Swann's high risk, high reward style did have Akuma staggered, but Akuma proved to be tough enough to withstand his onslaught, and would deliver an Earth shaking Tenchi Crash in order to pick up the victory tonight.
MATCH SIX
Jay Lethal & Rocky Romero vs. AR Fox & B-Boy
AR Fox may have been the least known and least experienced of his bunch, but he put in the most work in this contest, taking quite the beating, but showing off a plethora of skills, from the mat to the skies and everywhere in between. This kid can go. Romero and Lethal were in top form, using frequent tags, controlling the space, and using double team tactics to really keep this match at their pace for most of it. B-Boy is a very tough and versatile individual, though, and was the perfect guy to partner with Fox and help guide him through this. In the end, B-Boy would make a blind tag and catch Lethal with a big Shining Wizard after he nailed the Lethal Injection on Fox, pinning him to get the big win in a sequence that had the fans on their feet! Very good showing here.
SEGMENT
Jimmy Jacobs is outside of the building beside a brick wall, as the camera moves and sways, slightly looking up towards him.
Jacobs:
"You know, I've had some time to think and reflect recently, and I've really come here tonight with a sense of purpose. For far too long, I've been on the cusp of something; for far too long, I've been that guy who's respected by those in the know, that guy working harder than anybody else, busting his ass when others were just phoning it in, resting on their laurels, and yet where has it gotten me?
"I'm not here to bitch and complain, no, I've decided tonight I'm just here to win. No excuses, no alternatives. It's as cliche as it gets, no doubt about it, but failure is just not an option for Jimmy Jacobs at this point. I came here to prove I'm worthy... worthy of the main event, worthy of the title, and worthy of being counted among the best wrestlers in the NWA. I want that title. I need it. I'll do anything... anything to get it. When you've got a bitch like CM Punk walking into your locker room, flaunting his good fortune, and telling you you're nothing but dog shit, it makes it that much more urgent. Sure, he didn't single me out, but I know I'm not an exception. It's not just him. There are many who think I am not big league material... that we, as a company, are small time, and have no chance of making a bigger impact, and competing realistically for that big gold, but to all of those retractors shall come a reality check.
"I'm Jimmy Jacobs, and I came from the same damn dirty, low down promotions Punk started in, learned under every motherfucker he did, and I'm just as good, if not better than him, and that is something that will be recognized... something that cannot be ignored any longer. Those who throw stones should not live in glass houses, and Punk, he's out there for everyone to see. Completely exposed. He's got weaknesses, he has flaws, whether he wants to admit it or not. He's in love with himself. But that's going to be his demise. That love affair, that will be his ruin, and may it won't be me who capitalizes on it, but that target on his back gets bigger and bigger every day. It becomes more apparent time he runs his big mouth, and God, I'd love to be the one to shove my boot right down his fucking throat.
"Regardless, tonight I take that Great Lakes championship... and inevitably, I'll be wearing that big gold. That's a promise."
Jacobs gives the camera a wink, before walking off.
MATCH SEVEN
Silas Young vs. Arik Cannon
This was really a glorified pissing contest. These two didn't come here to wrestle, they came to fight, and fight they did. This was hard hitting, and all over the ringside area, as neither man wanted to back down an inch or go any direction other than forward. It looked like Young had the match won with a massive Stalling German Suplex that saw Cannon land right on the back of his neck, but "The Anarchist" showed a lot of heart rolling his shoulder to continue the fight. Likewise, Young seemed like he'd been knocked out cold with a Twisting Brainbuster from Cannon, but he still managed to escape defeat. Cannon would eventually nail the Anarchist Hammer, which would knock Young out long enough for him to get the three after this grueling contest.
MATCH EIGHT
Elimination Six-Pack for the NWA Great Lakes Championship
Colt Cabana vs. Mike Quackenbush vs. John Cena vs. Amazing Red vs. Jimmy Jacobs vs. Jack Evans
The rules of this match were pretty simple. Only two men could be in the ring at one time, having to tag in and out. The match would go through a process of eliminations by pinfall or submission, with the last man standing being the winner. The first fall went to Quackenbush, who tapped out Red with the Quackendriver II for the pinfall. John Cena would take the next fall, delivering a thunderous Blue Thunder Driver to Jack Evans, folding him in half for the pinfall. Cena would then pin Quackenbush, catching him mid-Huracanrana and nailing him with a Powerbomb before lifting him and adjusting into a Death Valley Driver, which earned him another elimination. Cena would be the next to go, however, after Cabana and Jacobs took turns working over his back, leading to Cabana locking on the Chicago Crab while Jacobs pulled the bottom rope back so Cena couldn't reach it, giving him no choice but to tap out. In the end, Cabana and Jacobs went to war, garnering many near falls, until Cabana went for the Colt .45 and accidentally bumped the ref with Jacob's legs. At this point, in ran CM PUNK, who took his World Championship and SMASHED Cabana over the head with it! Punk then looked on as the fans booed, standing on the ramp, as everyone tried to make it to their feet. Jacobs would take the opportunity to latch onto Colt with a front facelock, dropping him with a Spike DDT right into his Guillotine Choke! Cabana has blood coming from his forehead, as he tries to survive, but he cannot. The ref checks Cabana, and calls for the bell, as he has passed out in the choke! JIMMY JACOBS HAS WON THE CHAMPIOBNSHIP!
Punk is giving him a sarcastic applause, as Jacobs takes his belt, dazed, and then realizes that Punk is standing on the ramp. He doesn't realize yet what he has done, but he's not going to be happy about this when he does. That bastard CM Punk has gotten the last laugh here, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it.
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