Results 06/22/12
Jun 21, 2012 3:44:34 GMT -7
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NWA GREAT LAKES
DETROIT, MICHIGAN
06/22/2012
DETROIT, MICHIGAN
06/22/2012
Match One
"Infamous" Bobby Fish vs. Silas Young
Bobby Fish was on the winning team at the last show in our opener, while Silas Young had a war with Arik Cannon, who is competing in the main event for the Great Lakes championship. Fish is a strong style competitor, well versed in strikes, suplexes, and submission holds, while Young is very well rounded, with an extensive gymnastics background to his advantage. At times, these guys would have a little trouble communicating, botching a couple of spots, but it wasn't anything too hendering to the overall experience of the contest. Young would be the heel here, jawing with the fans and using under handed tactics, such as low blowing Fish after an accidental ref bump, leading him to nail the Nagasaki Roll, followed by his very impressive PeeGee Waja Plunge, giving this crowd a very solid opener to the show.
Match Two
"The Man That Gravity Forgot" PAC, Amazing Red, Ricochet vs. Teddy Hart, Rich Swann, "The Suburban Terrorist" Michael Facade
Who could call a match like this? Lucha libre rules, as far as tag outs go, were in affect, and this was pure carnage. Teddy Hart made his debut to mixed reactions, but nobody could deny his talents by the end, after seeing as moves like the Hart Destroyer and the Triple Bypass. Ricochet was also making his debut, and proved to be the MVP of this match, showing great striking and mat skills, as well as perhaps the most superior aerial skills, which is a big statement to make in a match with names like these involved. In the end, it would be Ricochet getting the pinfall over Michael Facade with a Backslide Driver for the pinfall victory!
In-Ring Segment
"Goodbye Horses" begins to play over the speakers and out steps the Great Lakes champion, Jimmy Jacobs! The fans look on his bizarrely makes his entrance, some chanting things about Buffalo Bill or being a transvestite, given his choice of theme. Jacobs appears to be unwashed, hair affray and unshaven. He has a sinister sort of glare, and brandishes a slight smirk. He carries the championship over his shoulder, but facing behind him, almost as though he is ashamed, or has no respect for it. He enters the ring and grabs the microphone, leaning inward towards the turnbuckle and looking down, not even bothering to make eye contact with the audience at this point.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”There are moments is a man’s life that are defining; moments in which the entire course of your life are decided, and you find out then what kind of a man you are, and who you are destined to be. Two weeks ago, Cleveland, Ohio, I had that defining moment. I went up against six adversaries, and I conquered them. As glorious as that may seem, my name in the record books now has an asterisk beside it… a massive… fucking asterisk… thanks to our beloved NWA World Heavyweight champion… a villainous bastard by the name of C… M…, he now raises his head, ”… Punk.”
Jacobs begins to pace the ring.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”At first, the feeling was overwhelming. The rapture and bliss of it all, having achieved a milestone that might propel me to greatness. Afterwards, looking down that ramp… seeing his face. I knew this would be forever tainted for me; no glory to be had, no accolades, just pure, repugnant, guilty, frivolous dredge, and it was placed on me. Why me? I’d guess for no reason… or something superficial, an act of malice by a man who thinks he is God. Well if he is God, then I am going to become something else. I’m going to carry this belt the way I’ve been condemned to, and I’m going to bring terror to the hearts of men. This championship, this title reign, it will be a tribute… a tribute to my inner demons, to the madness that’s been cast on me… a tribute to senseless, indulgent violence, and hate. It will be a tribute to CM Punk, who I will cross paths with in this ring, and I will extract… swift, painful revenge Punk. I will extract revenge, and it will come crushing down, and then I will twist the knife of my vengeance into your back and grind it in your soul, until you beg me for mercy… beg me for your title reign, your status, your career… your life.. and then you will pay your penance for everything you are, for all of your vanity, and you will see the ugly, disgusting arm of justice smash you into oblivion.”
“Cult of Personality” breaks this tension, as these fans are growing a bit weary of all of the cryptic rhetoric, but it does sound alarming. CM Punk makes his way out, the Word title around his waist, a smile on his face, and a microphone in hand.
CM Punk:
”Wow, bravo, Jimmy, bravo. It sounds like somebody’s been seeing their acting coach. Very compelling visuals there, with the revenge and the smashing and all of that bullshit, but here’s the thing, Jimmy: while you’re in there, trying to convince everybody you’re so crazy and violent, and you’re going to spend your life now trying to prove a point about being a champion, and how mad you are, well… I’m CM fucking Punk. I don’t have to prove anything to anybody. I don’t even have to be out here tonight, or anywhere, for that matter, because I’m the best in the world. Everybody knows that, and everybody should be humbled in my presence. I’m not out here for you, you midget, with your eye liner and bad hygiene; don’t even begin to flatter yourself.
“I am out here, however, to talk to these people. To inform them that they are stupid, and that they really should feel ashamed of themselves for egging you on like this. For giving your life a false sense of purpose. For giving an imbecile like Colt Cabana a reason to get out of bed in the morning, put on that ridiculous singlet, and pretend like he knows what he is doing in this ring. The reason I did what I did, Jimmy, is very simple. Guys like you and Cabana, you don’t deserve to have my name in your mouth, let alone be in that ring with me, and I sabotaged your little match because quite frankly, it was unimportant. It didn’t matter. That title is meaningless. You are meaningless. You want to talk shit to me? I can make you, or I can break you, and that night, I chose to break you. Now, we are left with what you really are, and what you’ve come to accept: a pathetic, whiney shell of a man. You and Colt Cabana, and everyone else of this roster, they need to be humbled. You need to learn your station, Jimmy. You say I act like I’m God, and can do whatever I want?
“Newsflash, buddy: as long as you wrestle for the NWA, YOU BOW TO ME!”
The fans are booing and yelling obscenities at Punk.
CM Punk:
”And listen to these people. Absolutely shameful. I speak the truth, I’ve always given you all that, and yet, you hate me. That’s fine. Hate me all you want, because it changes… nothing. I am the best in the world, and this guy or the next guy, they can’t do dick about it, because they are weak, and I am better than them. I. Am better. Than you. Learn to live with it, Jimmy, and maybe I’ll let you live. Keep calling me out, and… well, let’s just say the old cliché, ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ sometimes rings true.”
Punk gives Jacobs a wink, and looks like he’s about to go, when Jacobs raises his mic.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”Oh, okay, so you’re done now? Great. Listen, Punk, you’ve crossed a line that can’t uncross, and it’s going to be your demise, whether you like it or not. Everybody’s tired of hearing your bullshit, and just because you can manipulate and cheat your way to victory after victory, and just because you’re the luckiest man to ever don a pair of boots doesn’t make you a God… but instead, you’re more like a bubble. You may look strong, and you may be good for the market now, making all of the money and providing all of this hope… but it’s all a fallacy. The bubble will pop… the value will drop… you will crash. I will make sure of that. I will be your ruin, Punk. You tell me to bow, but I will make you beg.”
There is a stare down, as both men try to kill the other with their glare. Both men have the slightest of a smirk, before Punk turns and leaves. “Goodbye Horses” begins again as Jacobs makes his way to the back.
Match Three
Johnny Nitro vs. Anthony Nese
Nitro's team lost to Nese's team on the first show, but only after Nese pinned his partner; Nitro felt like, as a singles competitor, he could best Nese. That proved to be a very tall order, as Nese came on very strong with his agility and sheer striking prowess, but Nitro is very well conditioned and unorthodox, proving to be able to hang with Nese in both endurance and delivery. Nitro would end up taking the contest, landing on his feet in a reversal of the Dead Lift German Suplex and hitting a Springboard Roundhouse Kick, followed by a modified Starship Pain to get the pinfall in visually spectacular fashion!
Match Four
Melanie Cruise, Mickie Knuckles, Portia Perez vs. Becky Bayless, Jenny Rose, Cherry Bomb
The team of Cruise, Knuckles, and Perez were decidedly the heels, and did a good job of making the fans hate them, as Cherry Bomb really lead the charge for her team, trying to overcome the brutish, rulebreaking ways of their opponents. Ultimately, it was Jenny Rose who would get the pinfall for her team, catching Perez with a tight Springboard Huracanrana for the three!
Match Five
"The New Age Punisher" B-Boy vs. Jay Lethal
These two crossed paths at the last show, via a tag team contest in which B-Boy got the pinfall over Lethal. Lethal showed a considerable mean streak in this contest, which, coupled with his amazing agility and wide moveset, made him a very dangerous force. B-Boy is far from a slouch, having a moveset of comparable size and variety, and also having the more devastating strikes, making this a great back and forth contest. Lethal was able to avoid the Shining Wizard that took him down in their last meeting, catching B-Boy with the Lethal Combination, but only earning a two with it! Lethal would go up top, looking for a Diving Headbutt, but B-Boy would avoid that and hit a Cross Special Brainbuster, but Lethal would somehow manage to kick out of that. B-Boy would lift Lethal and hit him with a flurry of strikes before going for his Delikado finisher, only to have it reversed into the Lethal Injection, which was enough to earn Lethal the pinfall victory!
Match Six
AR Fox & Jack Evans vs. Gran Akuma & Pinkie Sanchez
Everyone except Jack evansw as coming off a win at the first show, but it was Evans who really seemed to determined to steal this match, taking a lot of punishment, but hitting a lot of the more innovative and high risk offense. AR Fox is far from a slouch, though, having a very impressive arsenal, while Akuma and Sanchez were very good in their role as the heel team here. Evans would end up getting the pinfall, hitting a Springboard 450 Splash on Sanchez after he'd been hit by Fox's Fox Cutter, leaving the fans standing and cheering in amazement.
Match Seven
"Classic" Colt Cabana vs. "Lightning" Mike Quackenbush
This match was contested between two world traveled, highly talented individuals with a huge number of skill sets, whom just happen to have great ring presence to boot. The fans were eating up this match, as these guys kept them engaged, and went hold for hold, reversal after reversal, racking up many near falls and submission attempts, and making the referee work more than any other match on this card. Quackenbush has great lucha libre skills, which he tried to use to overcome Cabana, but Cabana's superior power won out, and in the end, he was able to lock on and nearly bend Quack in half with the Chicago Crab to get the submission.
Cabana grabs the mic afterwards.
Colt Cabana:
”Yeah! Tonight, I just beat one of the best all-around wrestlers in the world. I was screwed out of my title two weeks ago, and it was all because of a guy I’m all too familiar with… CM Punk. Punk, you’ve been talking a lot of trash about how great you are, and how you run the show around here, but the fact of the matter is, you’re not much better than you were ten years ago, while I’ve continued to grow and become one of the best pound-for-pound wrestlers in the World. So you might have learned a headlock, or started using some kicks, so you think you’re something special? Well, you’re not the first guy to go and rip off a bunch of superior Japanese wrestlers, and you sure as Hell won’t be the last, but I’m the one and only ‘Classic’ Colt Cabana, and while I may not have your titles on my resume, it doesn’t mean I won’t, and I want my first World title to be pried from your pretentious little fingers, right after I make you tap out like the little bitch you are. You see, Punk, I’m no doctor, but it’s apparent that you’ve got a problem… I’d say it’s a case of your head being swollen way out of proportion, but it’s always shoved so far up your ass, I couldn’t tell you what it looks like. But that’s okay, Punk, because I’m going to get you in this ring and I’m going to fix that problem for you. Next time you and I cross paths and that bell sounds, I’ll be sure to do you and everyone else a favor, and knock your head clean off, before I bend you in half and break your back.”
Cabana lowers the mic, probably preparing to leave as the fans cheer, when “Cult of Personality” hits again and Punk comes out, scratching his chin, looking amused.
CM Punk:
”Oh, you’re going to knock my head off, are ya, Colt? That’s might tough talk coming from the guy who wears polka dots. You see, as much as you fetishize about my decapitated body, it doesn’t matter, because the fact is, you’re never going to get your shot. I mean, why would I lower myself to wrestling a no named hack like Colt Cabana? You need to listen to your Mom, listen to Dad, hang up the boots and get a real job, because this wrestling thing isn’t working out for you. But somehow, I don’t think you will, and you’re so stupid, you think I give a shit you beat Mike Quackenbush.
Wowee, Colt! Congratulations! Let me call the Guinness Book, I’m sure they’ll be impressed with that momentous feat… or better yet, how about we just jot this one down in the big book of ‘Who Gives a Shit?’ because honestly… WHO GIVES A SHIT!?
You know what, Colt, I’m feeling generous. You guys, you’re wearing on me, and that’s fine. It’s working. I’m prepared to do you a huge favor. I’m going to make a few calls, and we’re going to have a little trial series. I’m going to call up three wrestlers… three actual, good wrestlers, who wrestle for a real company, NWA East Coast, and you’re going to face them. One –on-One. If you beat the first one, the next show, you get the next one… if you beat them all, which you won’t, then, and only then, will I give you a wrestling lesson and shut you up once and for al.
How does that sound? Aren’t I generous?”
Colt storms forward, grabbing the top rope.
Colt Cabana:
”Send whoever you want, Punk, and hold that belt tight, because in a month, it’s going to belong to Colt Cabana!”
The fans cheer, as Punk waves him off, laughing. “Boom Boom” hits the speakers, as Cabana leaves the ring, slapping some hands as he goes.
Match Eight
Great Lakes Title
Jimmy Jacobs (c) vs. "The Anarchist" Arik Cannon
Cannon and Jacobs both came into this match looking to prove themselves, and both men knew it was going to be a war that would require any edge necessary. Jacobs started the match by demanding the referee check Cannon's wrist wraps and boots, which allowed him to bum rush Cannon and get the leg up, pounding him viciously into the corner with punches and chops, followed by relentless stomps to the chest and face that would eventually send Cannon into retreat on the outside.
Jacobs taunts the crowd, who are booing him wildly and chanting about him being a homosexual, among other things. Jacobs gets back on his attack, though, choking and beating on Cannon until Cannon manages to gauge at his eyes and send him back with a barrage of punches. Cannon then grabs Jacobs by the hair and wings him violently into the ringpost, causing a huge thud, and actually splitting the champion open.
Cannon would maintain control of most of the match from here, hitting moves such as the Total Anarchy and Swinging Sit-Out Uranage, as Jacobs bleeds out, but Jacobs just keeps kicking out of every pin attempt. Cannon would go to work on Jacobs' knees then, and attempt to lock him into a Half Crab, a Sharpshooter, and an STF, trying for the submission, but Jacobs just refused to quit. Jacobs would manage to survive two vicious Lariats, but ducked the Glimmering Warlock twice and caught Cannon with a Yakuza Kick, actually winning back some promise with the crowd, who can't help but admire his guts here. Cannon tries to beat Jacobs down with a flurry of strikes, but Jacobs catches him with a dropkick, followed by the Contra Code, but only gets a two count.
Cannon and Jacobs both make it up to their feet, and Cannon is the first to strike, grabbing Jacobs and bashing him repeatedly with right hands, but Jacobs catches him with a knee to the gut and a headbutt out of desperation. Jacobs then runs and spear tackles Cannon to the mat, before hopping up and dropping repeated sharp elbows to his face. Cannon tries to crawl away, but Jacobs grabs him in and twists his legs before pulling him up and delivering a NASTY Curb Stomp! Cannon rolls away, trying to escape, holding the bottom rope, but Jacobs sprints and kicks Cannon across the face and pulls him out, trying another pin attempt, but only two. Jacobs picks up Cannon and tries to hook him into a Front Facelock, but Cannon twists out of it and goes for an Enzuigiri, crashing his leg into Jacobs' head! Jacobs is wobbled, blood covering his face and on a knee. Cannon rushes, maybe thinking Glimmering Warlock, but Jacobs is back up with a boot for his gut and right into a Spike DDT!
Jacobs hangs on, locking into the Guillotine Choke and Cannon is caught... and he as he reaches and reaches, he realizes the darkness overcoming him, and having to succumb and tap out to the pressure. It's all over, and Jacobs has overcome a Hell of a battle to retain, giving those fans every dollar of their money's worth.
Jacobs proceeds to grab the microphone.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”That was only the beginning. I won that battle with nothing but my talent and my heart. Arik Cannon is a lucky man, for now. I wanted to prove a small point there. The real violence is yet to come… the blood has just begun to be shed.
"Infamous" Bobby Fish vs. Silas Young
Bobby Fish was on the winning team at the last show in our opener, while Silas Young had a war with Arik Cannon, who is competing in the main event for the Great Lakes championship. Fish is a strong style competitor, well versed in strikes, suplexes, and submission holds, while Young is very well rounded, with an extensive gymnastics background to his advantage. At times, these guys would have a little trouble communicating, botching a couple of spots, but it wasn't anything too hendering to the overall experience of the contest. Young would be the heel here, jawing with the fans and using under handed tactics, such as low blowing Fish after an accidental ref bump, leading him to nail the Nagasaki Roll, followed by his very impressive PeeGee Waja Plunge, giving this crowd a very solid opener to the show.
Match Two
"The Man That Gravity Forgot" PAC, Amazing Red, Ricochet vs. Teddy Hart, Rich Swann, "The Suburban Terrorist" Michael Facade
Who could call a match like this? Lucha libre rules, as far as tag outs go, were in affect, and this was pure carnage. Teddy Hart made his debut to mixed reactions, but nobody could deny his talents by the end, after seeing as moves like the Hart Destroyer and the Triple Bypass. Ricochet was also making his debut, and proved to be the MVP of this match, showing great striking and mat skills, as well as perhaps the most superior aerial skills, which is a big statement to make in a match with names like these involved. In the end, it would be Ricochet getting the pinfall over Michael Facade with a Backslide Driver for the pinfall victory!
In-Ring Segment
"Goodbye Horses" begins to play over the speakers and out steps the Great Lakes champion, Jimmy Jacobs! The fans look on his bizarrely makes his entrance, some chanting things about Buffalo Bill or being a transvestite, given his choice of theme. Jacobs appears to be unwashed, hair affray and unshaven. He has a sinister sort of glare, and brandishes a slight smirk. He carries the championship over his shoulder, but facing behind him, almost as though he is ashamed, or has no respect for it. He enters the ring and grabs the microphone, leaning inward towards the turnbuckle and looking down, not even bothering to make eye contact with the audience at this point.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”There are moments is a man’s life that are defining; moments in which the entire course of your life are decided, and you find out then what kind of a man you are, and who you are destined to be. Two weeks ago, Cleveland, Ohio, I had that defining moment. I went up against six adversaries, and I conquered them. As glorious as that may seem, my name in the record books now has an asterisk beside it… a massive… fucking asterisk… thanks to our beloved NWA World Heavyweight champion… a villainous bastard by the name of C… M…, he now raises his head, ”… Punk.”
Jacobs begins to pace the ring.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”At first, the feeling was overwhelming. The rapture and bliss of it all, having achieved a milestone that might propel me to greatness. Afterwards, looking down that ramp… seeing his face. I knew this would be forever tainted for me; no glory to be had, no accolades, just pure, repugnant, guilty, frivolous dredge, and it was placed on me. Why me? I’d guess for no reason… or something superficial, an act of malice by a man who thinks he is God. Well if he is God, then I am going to become something else. I’m going to carry this belt the way I’ve been condemned to, and I’m going to bring terror to the hearts of men. This championship, this title reign, it will be a tribute… a tribute to my inner demons, to the madness that’s been cast on me… a tribute to senseless, indulgent violence, and hate. It will be a tribute to CM Punk, who I will cross paths with in this ring, and I will extract… swift, painful revenge Punk. I will extract revenge, and it will come crushing down, and then I will twist the knife of my vengeance into your back and grind it in your soul, until you beg me for mercy… beg me for your title reign, your status, your career… your life.. and then you will pay your penance for everything you are, for all of your vanity, and you will see the ugly, disgusting arm of justice smash you into oblivion.”
“Cult of Personality” breaks this tension, as these fans are growing a bit weary of all of the cryptic rhetoric, but it does sound alarming. CM Punk makes his way out, the Word title around his waist, a smile on his face, and a microphone in hand.
CM Punk:
”Wow, bravo, Jimmy, bravo. It sounds like somebody’s been seeing their acting coach. Very compelling visuals there, with the revenge and the smashing and all of that bullshit, but here’s the thing, Jimmy: while you’re in there, trying to convince everybody you’re so crazy and violent, and you’re going to spend your life now trying to prove a point about being a champion, and how mad you are, well… I’m CM fucking Punk. I don’t have to prove anything to anybody. I don’t even have to be out here tonight, or anywhere, for that matter, because I’m the best in the world. Everybody knows that, and everybody should be humbled in my presence. I’m not out here for you, you midget, with your eye liner and bad hygiene; don’t even begin to flatter yourself.
“I am out here, however, to talk to these people. To inform them that they are stupid, and that they really should feel ashamed of themselves for egging you on like this. For giving your life a false sense of purpose. For giving an imbecile like Colt Cabana a reason to get out of bed in the morning, put on that ridiculous singlet, and pretend like he knows what he is doing in this ring. The reason I did what I did, Jimmy, is very simple. Guys like you and Cabana, you don’t deserve to have my name in your mouth, let alone be in that ring with me, and I sabotaged your little match because quite frankly, it was unimportant. It didn’t matter. That title is meaningless. You are meaningless. You want to talk shit to me? I can make you, or I can break you, and that night, I chose to break you. Now, we are left with what you really are, and what you’ve come to accept: a pathetic, whiney shell of a man. You and Colt Cabana, and everyone else of this roster, they need to be humbled. You need to learn your station, Jimmy. You say I act like I’m God, and can do whatever I want?
“Newsflash, buddy: as long as you wrestle for the NWA, YOU BOW TO ME!”
The fans are booing and yelling obscenities at Punk.
CM Punk:
”And listen to these people. Absolutely shameful. I speak the truth, I’ve always given you all that, and yet, you hate me. That’s fine. Hate me all you want, because it changes… nothing. I am the best in the world, and this guy or the next guy, they can’t do dick about it, because they are weak, and I am better than them. I. Am better. Than you. Learn to live with it, Jimmy, and maybe I’ll let you live. Keep calling me out, and… well, let’s just say the old cliché, ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ sometimes rings true.”
Punk gives Jacobs a wink, and looks like he’s about to go, when Jacobs raises his mic.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”Oh, okay, so you’re done now? Great. Listen, Punk, you’ve crossed a line that can’t uncross, and it’s going to be your demise, whether you like it or not. Everybody’s tired of hearing your bullshit, and just because you can manipulate and cheat your way to victory after victory, and just because you’re the luckiest man to ever don a pair of boots doesn’t make you a God… but instead, you’re more like a bubble. You may look strong, and you may be good for the market now, making all of the money and providing all of this hope… but it’s all a fallacy. The bubble will pop… the value will drop… you will crash. I will make sure of that. I will be your ruin, Punk. You tell me to bow, but I will make you beg.”
There is a stare down, as both men try to kill the other with their glare. Both men have the slightest of a smirk, before Punk turns and leaves. “Goodbye Horses” begins again as Jacobs makes his way to the back.
Match Three
Johnny Nitro vs. Anthony Nese
Nitro's team lost to Nese's team on the first show, but only after Nese pinned his partner; Nitro felt like, as a singles competitor, he could best Nese. That proved to be a very tall order, as Nese came on very strong with his agility and sheer striking prowess, but Nitro is very well conditioned and unorthodox, proving to be able to hang with Nese in both endurance and delivery. Nitro would end up taking the contest, landing on his feet in a reversal of the Dead Lift German Suplex and hitting a Springboard Roundhouse Kick, followed by a modified Starship Pain to get the pinfall in visually spectacular fashion!
Match Four
Melanie Cruise, Mickie Knuckles, Portia Perez vs. Becky Bayless, Jenny Rose, Cherry Bomb
The team of Cruise, Knuckles, and Perez were decidedly the heels, and did a good job of making the fans hate them, as Cherry Bomb really lead the charge for her team, trying to overcome the brutish, rulebreaking ways of their opponents. Ultimately, it was Jenny Rose who would get the pinfall for her team, catching Perez with a tight Springboard Huracanrana for the three!
Match Five
"The New Age Punisher" B-Boy vs. Jay Lethal
These two crossed paths at the last show, via a tag team contest in which B-Boy got the pinfall over Lethal. Lethal showed a considerable mean streak in this contest, which, coupled with his amazing agility and wide moveset, made him a very dangerous force. B-Boy is far from a slouch, having a moveset of comparable size and variety, and also having the more devastating strikes, making this a great back and forth contest. Lethal was able to avoid the Shining Wizard that took him down in their last meeting, catching B-Boy with the Lethal Combination, but only earning a two with it! Lethal would go up top, looking for a Diving Headbutt, but B-Boy would avoid that and hit a Cross Special Brainbuster, but Lethal would somehow manage to kick out of that. B-Boy would lift Lethal and hit him with a flurry of strikes before going for his Delikado finisher, only to have it reversed into the Lethal Injection, which was enough to earn Lethal the pinfall victory!
Match Six
AR Fox & Jack Evans vs. Gran Akuma & Pinkie Sanchez
Everyone except Jack evansw as coming off a win at the first show, but it was Evans who really seemed to determined to steal this match, taking a lot of punishment, but hitting a lot of the more innovative and high risk offense. AR Fox is far from a slouch, though, having a very impressive arsenal, while Akuma and Sanchez were very good in their role as the heel team here. Evans would end up getting the pinfall, hitting a Springboard 450 Splash on Sanchez after he'd been hit by Fox's Fox Cutter, leaving the fans standing and cheering in amazement.
Match Seven
"Classic" Colt Cabana vs. "Lightning" Mike Quackenbush
This match was contested between two world traveled, highly talented individuals with a huge number of skill sets, whom just happen to have great ring presence to boot. The fans were eating up this match, as these guys kept them engaged, and went hold for hold, reversal after reversal, racking up many near falls and submission attempts, and making the referee work more than any other match on this card. Quackenbush has great lucha libre skills, which he tried to use to overcome Cabana, but Cabana's superior power won out, and in the end, he was able to lock on and nearly bend Quack in half with the Chicago Crab to get the submission.
Cabana grabs the mic afterwards.
Colt Cabana:
”Yeah! Tonight, I just beat one of the best all-around wrestlers in the world. I was screwed out of my title two weeks ago, and it was all because of a guy I’m all too familiar with… CM Punk. Punk, you’ve been talking a lot of trash about how great you are, and how you run the show around here, but the fact of the matter is, you’re not much better than you were ten years ago, while I’ve continued to grow and become one of the best pound-for-pound wrestlers in the World. So you might have learned a headlock, or started using some kicks, so you think you’re something special? Well, you’re not the first guy to go and rip off a bunch of superior Japanese wrestlers, and you sure as Hell won’t be the last, but I’m the one and only ‘Classic’ Colt Cabana, and while I may not have your titles on my resume, it doesn’t mean I won’t, and I want my first World title to be pried from your pretentious little fingers, right after I make you tap out like the little bitch you are. You see, Punk, I’m no doctor, but it’s apparent that you’ve got a problem… I’d say it’s a case of your head being swollen way out of proportion, but it’s always shoved so far up your ass, I couldn’t tell you what it looks like. But that’s okay, Punk, because I’m going to get you in this ring and I’m going to fix that problem for you. Next time you and I cross paths and that bell sounds, I’ll be sure to do you and everyone else a favor, and knock your head clean off, before I bend you in half and break your back.”
Cabana lowers the mic, probably preparing to leave as the fans cheer, when “Cult of Personality” hits again and Punk comes out, scratching his chin, looking amused.
CM Punk:
”Oh, you’re going to knock my head off, are ya, Colt? That’s might tough talk coming from the guy who wears polka dots. You see, as much as you fetishize about my decapitated body, it doesn’t matter, because the fact is, you’re never going to get your shot. I mean, why would I lower myself to wrestling a no named hack like Colt Cabana? You need to listen to your Mom, listen to Dad, hang up the boots and get a real job, because this wrestling thing isn’t working out for you. But somehow, I don’t think you will, and you’re so stupid, you think I give a shit you beat Mike Quackenbush.
Wowee, Colt! Congratulations! Let me call the Guinness Book, I’m sure they’ll be impressed with that momentous feat… or better yet, how about we just jot this one down in the big book of ‘Who Gives a Shit?’ because honestly… WHO GIVES A SHIT!?
You know what, Colt, I’m feeling generous. You guys, you’re wearing on me, and that’s fine. It’s working. I’m prepared to do you a huge favor. I’m going to make a few calls, and we’re going to have a little trial series. I’m going to call up three wrestlers… three actual, good wrestlers, who wrestle for a real company, NWA East Coast, and you’re going to face them. One –on-One. If you beat the first one, the next show, you get the next one… if you beat them all, which you won’t, then, and only then, will I give you a wrestling lesson and shut you up once and for al.
How does that sound? Aren’t I generous?”
Colt storms forward, grabbing the top rope.
Colt Cabana:
”Send whoever you want, Punk, and hold that belt tight, because in a month, it’s going to belong to Colt Cabana!”
The fans cheer, as Punk waves him off, laughing. “Boom Boom” hits the speakers, as Cabana leaves the ring, slapping some hands as he goes.
Match Eight
Great Lakes Title
Jimmy Jacobs (c) vs. "The Anarchist" Arik Cannon
Cannon and Jacobs both came into this match looking to prove themselves, and both men knew it was going to be a war that would require any edge necessary. Jacobs started the match by demanding the referee check Cannon's wrist wraps and boots, which allowed him to bum rush Cannon and get the leg up, pounding him viciously into the corner with punches and chops, followed by relentless stomps to the chest and face that would eventually send Cannon into retreat on the outside.
Jacobs taunts the crowd, who are booing him wildly and chanting about him being a homosexual, among other things. Jacobs gets back on his attack, though, choking and beating on Cannon until Cannon manages to gauge at his eyes and send him back with a barrage of punches. Cannon then grabs Jacobs by the hair and wings him violently into the ringpost, causing a huge thud, and actually splitting the champion open.
Cannon would maintain control of most of the match from here, hitting moves such as the Total Anarchy and Swinging Sit-Out Uranage, as Jacobs bleeds out, but Jacobs just keeps kicking out of every pin attempt. Cannon would go to work on Jacobs' knees then, and attempt to lock him into a Half Crab, a Sharpshooter, and an STF, trying for the submission, but Jacobs just refused to quit. Jacobs would manage to survive two vicious Lariats, but ducked the Glimmering Warlock twice and caught Cannon with a Yakuza Kick, actually winning back some promise with the crowd, who can't help but admire his guts here. Cannon tries to beat Jacobs down with a flurry of strikes, but Jacobs catches him with a dropkick, followed by the Contra Code, but only gets a two count.
Cannon and Jacobs both make it up to their feet, and Cannon is the first to strike, grabbing Jacobs and bashing him repeatedly with right hands, but Jacobs catches him with a knee to the gut and a headbutt out of desperation. Jacobs then runs and spear tackles Cannon to the mat, before hopping up and dropping repeated sharp elbows to his face. Cannon tries to crawl away, but Jacobs grabs him in and twists his legs before pulling him up and delivering a NASTY Curb Stomp! Cannon rolls away, trying to escape, holding the bottom rope, but Jacobs sprints and kicks Cannon across the face and pulls him out, trying another pin attempt, but only two. Jacobs picks up Cannon and tries to hook him into a Front Facelock, but Cannon twists out of it and goes for an Enzuigiri, crashing his leg into Jacobs' head! Jacobs is wobbled, blood covering his face and on a knee. Cannon rushes, maybe thinking Glimmering Warlock, but Jacobs is back up with a boot for his gut and right into a Spike DDT!
Jacobs hangs on, locking into the Guillotine Choke and Cannon is caught... and he as he reaches and reaches, he realizes the darkness overcoming him, and having to succumb and tap out to the pressure. It's all over, and Jacobs has overcome a Hell of a battle to retain, giving those fans every dollar of their money's worth.
Jacobs proceeds to grab the microphone.
Jimmy Jacobs:
”That was only the beginning. I won that battle with nothing but my talent and my heart. Arik Cannon is a lucky man, for now. I wanted to prove a small point there. The real violence is yet to come… the blood has just begun to be shed.
. Anyways, hopefully he will be built up good, and Ricochet's win is good for him. 
