Results 07/06/2012
Jul 9, 2012 0:32:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2012 0:32:49 GMT -7
DVD TAPING
DAYTON, OHIO
07/06/2012
OPENING SEGMENT
The DVD opens with Dave Prazak, Mick Foley, and Raven sitting at an announce table down at ringside, the fans here in Dayton, OH behind them, chanting and making noise, excited to see the best action in all of wrestling, NWA Great Lakes!
Prazak starts off by welcoming everyone to a night of great action, with champions abound. Mick Foley points out that NWA Women's champion Gail Kim is over sitting in the crowd, sorrounded by body guards, and Raven points out that they probably heard Foley was here and decided to boost up security. Foley sly remarks about her outfit, a very revealing top, and says that Mr. Socko my be used for something a little different tonight with those babies lingering around the old spank bank. Raven changes the subject, saying he's liking the drive and the meddle of the champion, Jimmy Jacobs, who last week sacrificed life and limb to defeat Teddy Hart. Prazak points out that tonight he's facing another very exciting and innovative wrestler, one of the fastest up and comers in the business, AR Fox. Foley says that Jacobs actually reminds him of a young Raven at times, except he might work a little harder in the ring, which Raven took as a good natured jab, but he says AR Fox is a tough kid, very exciting, and he thinks he could just have a shot at catching Jacobs and surprising everyone by taking the belt tonight.
Before anybody can mention another man who is here tonight, "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers and out walks the NWA World Heavyweight champion, CM Punk, wearing a suit and carrying his championship over his shoulder.
Punk sits down at the announcer's table, and begins to banter with the guys a bit. He then points out that tonight is going to be the night that Colt Cabana is finally brought to his senses, one punch at a time, and that Eddie Kingston, his boy from a real promotion, NWA East Coast, is going to put down one of the best this rag tag bunch has to offer and hopefully shut down this rat hole before anyone else has to be subjected to it. Raven points out that rat holes like this are the type of place Punk got his start, that gave him his reputation, and this is the same kind of promotion that Raven, himself, used to kick Punk's ass in before he got all high and mighty, selling his soul, putting on his little suit and with his false sense of righteousness. Punk retorts that anytime Raven wants to try and put his mouth where his money is, that limited little bit he still has after swandering it all on drugs, booze, and rehab trips, he'd be glad to show him, once again, that he's straight... he's better than him... and he's, without a doubt, the best in the world, something Raven could never say, because he, and the toothless turd sitting beside him, were nothing more than glorified garbage wrestlers that people only cheered for because they felt sorry for them.
Raven and Foley both laugh, shrugging that off and call Punk delusional, among other things. Prazak, half sarcastically, pipes in that it's an honor to have Punk with them tonight, and they proceed to get on with the show.
MATCH ONE
Josh Raymond & "The Suburban Terrorist" Michael Facade vs. Consequences Creed & A.C.H.
This was a short, but entertaining, opener, showcasing four very talented individuals. Raymond and Facade were playing the heels, which Raymond really took to heart in goading this Dayton crowd, quile Creed and ACH had no problem keeping the fans on their side, as they are both charismatic, ACH being nearly peerless in that department. The end would come after Creed nailed a punching combo on Raymond, who sold it like a true professional, leading to ACH hitting a breath-taking Best 450 Ever (Second-Turnbuckle 450 Splash) to get the academic pinfall victory.
MATCH TWO
"The Contract Killer" Rocky Romero & "The Man That Gravity Forgot" PAC vs. Chris Dickinson & Jay Lethal
Romero and PAC are two very talented, world traveled wrestlers, while Jay Lethal has also been everywhere, and Chris Dickinson is just intense beyond comparison. Each man really pushed the pace, but Dickinson made his mark, indeed, being the biggest man here, and perhaps the hardest hitting, though Romero certainly would argue that. Romero and Dickinson obviously did not like each other here, and they would get into striking bouts a number of times in the contest, just ripping into each other with open hand strikes and stiff kicks, both men getting the better of the other on different occasions. Dickinson and Lethal are both pretty innovative when it comes to their repetoire of moves, Dickinson nearly getting the submission at one point with a modified Rings of Saturn he spun PAC into from a standing position, while Lethal was able to hit a jaw dropping Super Dragon Suplex on Romero, who was looking to dive to the outside from the top turnbuckle. Romero would wisely roll to the outside to avoid being pinned, however, and the match proceeded. Dickinson would deliver an amazing sort of Rings of Saturn Driver, stepping over the left arm of Romero and trapping it, then pulling back the right arm, before lifting him and driving him neck first into the mat, but PAC would break up the pin attempt with a Running Shooting Star Press. PAC would win the match for his team, hitting a springboard Dragonrana on Jay Lethal to get the pinfall!
MATCH THREE
Mickie Knuckles vs. Jenny Rose
Gail Kim is in the crowd tonight, looking smug with bodyguards around her and her title over her shoulder. This match would see the tough but lovable Jenny Rose taking on the mean, brutish Mickie Knuckles in a short but hard hitting contest, which saw both women go for many near falls. Knuckles would utlimately take the victory, hitting a Running Awesome Bomb into the turnbuckles on Rose, crushing her brain stem against the pads and earning her the three count.
After the tough display, Mickie takes the mic and says she wants Gail Kim in the ring, title or not, so she can snap her in half! Knuckles says she is the true face of women's wrestling... and the truth isn't pretty! Gail doesn't look very excited or confident at this point, as Knuckles is a very intimidating lady, to say the least. She'd give most men a run for their money!
MATCH FOUR
"Infamous" Bobby Fish & BJ Whitmer vs. Teddy Hart & Trent Barreta
BJ Whitmer and Trent Barreta were both making their debuts here, and neither man really disappointed. Barreta and Hart definitely had the fans behind them, as they exhibit a more fan friendly, high risk style, while Fish and Whitmer, while not boring by any means, both men being really well rounded in all facets of the sport, really took to beating their opponents down and trying to punish them with submission holds from their, working as heels tonight. Barreta really showed a lot of heart, taking some of the stiffest chops we've ever seen from Whitmer, and then dishing out rapid fire punches, followed by a dropkick to send him out of the ring, followed by a very graceful Front Flip Senton! Teddy Hart is very agile and vocal, bad mouthing his opponents before hitting a sound reversal or a breath taking move, but Bobby Fish was really on form tonight, taking people's breath away with his single jump Moonsault from the top, which had great height and impact, but only kept Hart down for a two. Whitmer would go on a tear in the end, hitting some hard chops and kicks, before catching Barreta coming, Powerbombing him in SICK fashion as a Huracanrana reversal, before jumping out and smashing Hart on the outside with a Tope! Fish had Barreta measured up, from there, stalking him as he got up, stumbling, before jumping and spinning, connecting with a brutal Spin Kick that snapped Barreta's head to the side, which was enough to get the three!
MATCH FIVE
Ricochet vs. "The Whole Shebang!" Johnny Gargano
Gargano is a charismatic guy, coming here from Ring of Honor to showcase his skills, and he got quite the draw for an opponent, taking on the high flying sensation known as Ricochet. Ricochet and Gargano both have so many ways to hurt you, and that much became apparent, as Ricochet started off the match really showing off his technical skills, as well as his striking, grounding Gargano and working over his shoulder with various holds, as well as nailing him time and time again with hard shoot kicks. A lot of Gargano's offense revolves around lifting, or his arms, so this was a sound strategy, but Gargano would catch Ricochet with a well placed low blow to gain the momentum, before utilizing a back rake and a Superkick to get a short two count. Gargano would then really start working over the legs, which are cheif in executing Ricochet's high flying moves, but Ricochet is strong and fought back, catching Gargano with a Cobra Clutch Backbreaker, followed by a swinging slam, to get a two count.
Gargano would roll to the apron, but Ricochet would catch him, but to get caught with a shoulder to the gut, followed by a Slingshot Spear, which earned Johnny a two count. Gargano would attempt to hit his Hurts Donut finisher, but Ricochet would reverse it, nailing his Made in Japan (Pumphandle Half Nelson Driver), but only gets a two count! Gargano would fight his way back up, but Ricochet would duck a clothesline and try to catch him with a Backslide Driver, only Gargano would flip over it and catch him with an Enzuigiri, followed by the Reverse STO! Gargano would pin, but still just a two count! Gargano would attempt to lock on his Crosston Crab, but Ricochet would roll him up out of nowhere to get a two count in a slick reversal! Ricochet manages to hit a Spinning Wheel Kick and then heads up top, where he waits and then nails Gargano as he gets to his feet with a Chocolate Rain (Diving Double Knee to Opponent's Shoulders), but Gargano would manage to kick out, showing his determination! Ricochet wasn't done, however, as Gargano rolled to the outside, doing a feint dive to send Gargano moving, only to catch him with a Running Shooting Star Spear from the apron, much to the crowd's approval! Ricochet rolls Gargano into the ring and hits a Phoenix Splash, but still only gets a two count!
Ricochet can't believe it and goes back on the attack, but Gargano utilizes a kicking combination to take him down to a knee, then hits a running Ace Crusher, but still only gets a two count! Gargano can't believe it, but goes back to try his Hurts Donut again, but Ricochet reverses and tries a Roundhouse Kick, which is ducked and he gets caught... Hurts Donut (Full Nelson into Reverse STO)! Gargano pins, but Ricochet kicks out again! Gargano is beside himself, but calls for the end, trying for his Crosston Crab again, but Ricochet kicks him off, sending him crashing into the referee, who tumbles to the outside! Ricochet gets up and rushes, and both men collide in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline! Gargano rolls to the corner, trying to get up, as Ricochet gets to his feet, a burning look in his eye, as he sees Gargano in the corner. He rushes and delivers a big Cannonball Senton! He then pulls Gargano out of the corner, stumbling a bit, but from the crowd jumps PAC! What is he doing!? Ricochet heads up top, looking like he might be going for the 630 Senton, but PAC is up on the apron and jumps, kicking the back of Ricochet's right leg and sending him flying off the buckles and back to the mat, where he lands a little awkwardly and begins to clutch his leg!
PAC then gets off the apron and begins heading up the ramp. Gargano gets back to his senses, as the referee gets back into the ring. Gargano goes to Ricochet, who is clutching his leg, and stomps him to the leg, before grabbing him and finally successfully locking on his Crosston Crab! Injured and exhausted, Ricochet had no choice but to tap out! After a great, competitive contest, Gargano steals one thanks to PAC! Why did PAC interfere!? I'm sure Ricochet is going to be trying to find that out very soon, as he eats a tough loss.
MATCH SIX
Anthony Nese & Curt Hawkins vs. "The Anarchist" Arik Cannon & "The New Horror" Sami Callihan
Cannon and Callihan both came in looking pretty confident, starting out as the aggressors with frequent tags, but Nese and Hawkins proved themselves to be very hard to keep down, and to be very capable wrestlers, as they had the size and agility advantage here. Callihan is one of Hell of a competitor, and has a lot of intensity, utilizing a lot of hard hitting moves that kept the crowd tantilized, but when you talk about hard hits, it's hard to keep a guy like Anthony Nese out of the conversation, as he brings so much velocity to everything he does because of his physicality and technique. Hawkins is a real ring general, who has good charisma and is just completely well rounded, a lot like a young Shawn Michaels, and he would utilize a Shawn Michaels'-esque Flying Elbowdrop, at one point, on Cannon to get a near fall. Things would break down in frustration, as Cannon and Callihan took their opponents outside of the ring and attacked them with chairs and whatever else they could get their hands on, actually bringing a table into the ring. Cannon would set the table up in the corner, leaning against the buckles, but when Callihan would attempt to hit a T-Bone Suplex through the table, Nese would reverse it, following up with a flurry of strikes before executing a BRUTAL German Suplex through the table, smashing Callihan through the wood and into the buckles with devastating impact. From there, Cannon would try to fight off both of his opponents with sheer brawling and tenacity, but Nese would block a Superkick attempt from Cannon, nailing him with a Spinning Back Elbow, which sent him into a Hangman's Facebuster by Hawkins, which was enough to earn the victory for Nese and Hawkins!
After the match, Callihan would get on the mic and say, one on one, he wanted to fight Anthony Nese at the next show, and teach a little fuckin' respect! Nese, laughing, took the mic and said, "You're on, you ugly son of a bitch!"
MATCH SEVEN
"Classic" Colt Cabana vs. "The Last of a Dying Breed" Eddie Kingston
Cabana came out having fun, but he showed his serious side quickly, throwing his towel right in Kingston's face and began beating on him with rapid fire rights and downward elbow attacks. Kingston would catch him and try to for a whip, but Cabana would go on to twist and show off his technical skills, sending Kingston out of the ring, and Cabana celebrating in the center of it. Kingston would go over to Punk, and Punk would whisper to him, before Kingston rolled back in, telling the ref to back him up and claiming Cabana pulled the hair, getting chants from the crowd against him here, as Kingston really doesn't have any hair to pull. Kingston then caught Cabana with a straight kick right to the groin, which Kingston claimed was to gut, as Cabana dropped, rolling on the mat. Kingston then began punching Cabana furiously into the mat, closed fists flying, which the referee tried to tell him to open the fist up, but Kingston stormed up and threw the referee away, before dropping down and locking on a blatant choke! The ref, after regaining composure, began to count to five, which Kingston held it for every second of it before finally breaking and then intimidating the referee again. John Finnegan, the referee, finally had enough and shoved Kingston back, which caused him to go right into a roll-up from Cabana, which Finnegan quick counted but only got to two before Kingston kicked out.
Cabana went back on the attack, but Kingston began gouging his eyes, and then nailed him with a big Yakuza Kick to send him down. From there, Kingston exposes the turnbuckle, causing CM Punk to stand and applaud on the outside. Kingston attempts to whip Cabana into the exposed buckle, but Cabana reveres it! Kingston catches himself in the corner and turns, trying to catch Cabana with a back elbow, but Cabana grabs Kingston by the head and sends him face first into the buckle, getting a big cheer and causing Punk to show dismay! Cabana then raises up and begins the whole ten punch combo thing in the corner, getting the fans behind him even more, before running off of the ropes and nailing a Lariat, trying for a pinfall, but only getting a two count. Cabana tries to bring Kingston back up, but Kingston catches him with a Jawbreaker, followed by a Backdrop Driver, which earns him a two count. Kingston whips Cabana, catching him with a knee to the gut, followed by a kick to the side of the head, and then attempts a Lariat of his own, but Cabana shocks him by catching him with a Backslide, earning a two count!
Kingston gets up and gets sent back down with a Bionic Elbow... and then another... and then another... Cabana then scales the ropes and flies off, nailing a Missile Dropkick! He attempts a cover, but still just a two count! Punk has seen enough, and he heads up to the apron, arguing with John Finnegan, even grabbing him by the collar at one point. Cabana shoves Finnegan out of the way, and grabs Punk by the collar, seeming like he's going to slug him, but Kingston comes from behind and rolls up Cabana, holding the tights, but NO! Cabana kicks out at two! Kingston gets up and immediately attempts the Backfist to the Future, but Cabana ducks it, hopping off the middle rope and nailing a Crossbody Block, which earns him a two count. Kingston stumbles up, trying for his Backfist again, but Colt blocks it and spins, nailing a Rolling Elbow attack! Kingston goes back, and Cabana grabs him up with a Double Underhook, nailing a Butterfly Suplex, which he floats over and bridges, also known as the British Suplex that Dave Taylor used to utilize, and it's all over. Kingston has no chance of escaping here, and Finnegan counts to three!
Punk is beside himself here, and storms off, holding his belt and sneering at his plan being foiled, thus far, by an excellent showing by Cabana. Cabana celebrates with the fans, and Foley muses, saying that he's held many titles in the past, and he believes what Punk is feeling now is a sense that his championship reign might just be fleeting... and perhaps he's looking at the next champion right here, tonight, in Colt Cabana. He certainly put on a championship caliber performance tonight.
MATCH EIGHT
NWA GREAT LAKES CHAMPIONSHIP
Jimmy Jacobs (c) vs. AR Fox
Jacobs came into this match the way he's come into his last two title defenses, and that is very gruff and disrespectful, slapping AR Fox across the face early and trying to keep on the assault with vicious tenacity. AR Fox is the superior athlete, and nobody can deny that. He's among the top five most athletically gifted on the roster, and that is saying a lot, but he had to show his toughness and determination before he could even get to a place to show off that athleticism. Fox really turned up the heat on the outside, where Jacobs was trying to pound him mercilessly, nailing tight inside elbow strikes and an enzuigiri, before hitting his Kick Flip Moonsault from the apron and buckles to smash Jacobs and turn things around. Once things got back into the ring, Fox began to punish Jacobs' knee, which has a brace on it, and would try various holds to try and earn a submission. Jacobs would fight back hard and even locked on his Guillotine Choke, to the surprise of everyone, but Fox made it to the bottom rope to break it. Jacobs would try to go high risk, heading up top, but Fox would catch him up there with an Ace Crusher off the top to stop that, though he hurt himself on the landing too much to capitalize with a pin attempt.
Jacobs would attempt to go on the brutal attack again, going so far as to pull a spike out of his tights and begin to jab it into the forehead of Fox, busting him open, but Fox would fight back and steal the spike from Jacobs, using it on him in turn! Blood covered the ring now, as both men traded punches and kicks, before Fox ducked a punch and lifted Jacobs up into a nice Air Raid Crash, sending him down hard on his neck, but only earning a two count. Jacobs would fire away with kicks, punches, chops, and headbutts, fighting back, before hitting the Contra Code, but Fox would manage to kick out at two! Jacobs would try to hit the Contra Code a second time, but Fox would reverse it, crotching him up on the ropes, before hitting a Springboard Rotating Dropkick to Jacobs chest to send him to the outside. From there, Fox runs, springboarding off the middle rope and then moonsaults over the ropes and to the adjacent ringside area, smashing Jacobs in truly awe-inspiring fashion to get the fans cheering,
"FOX! FOX! FOX! FOX!"
Fox sends Jacobs back in the ring, before hitting a Double Springboard Corkscrew Senton, but once again only gets a two count on the cover. Fox tries to whip Jacobs into the corner, but Jacobs reverses, sending Fox into the corner and then catches him with a boot to the face as he stumbles out. Fox stumbles, before jumping like a cat up to the middle turnbuckles and then flying backwards, catching a shocked Jacobs with his Fox Cutter! Fox hooks the leg, thinking he's got the win, but NO! Jacobs kicks out! Fox begins to scale the front of the buckles, but Jimmy Jacobs is back up, blood covering his face and screaming wildly, before rushing and grabbing Fox by the waist and hitting a Super Belly-to-Back Suplex! Both men are down, but Jacobs heads up top, maybe looking for his Senton Backsplash, but Fox is up and runs, leaping and catching Jacobs right to the face with a HIGH elevation Dropkick! Jacobs is seated on the top turnbuckle, holding on for dear life, before Fox rushes, jumping and catching him with his innovative, jaw dropping LO MEIN PAIN (Sit-Out Springboard Spanish Fly)! It takes Fox just one second to make the cover, but perhaps that was all the difference, because JACOBS KICKED OUT!
Fox can't believe it, as that move is absolutely devastating. He picks up Jacobs, he himself bloody and tired, but he can taste the championship on his tongue, practically, and has to finish the job. He tries to lift Jacobs for yet another Air Raid Crash, but Jacobs squirms, trying for a Sunset Flip roll-up, but Fox breaks free, hitting a Front Flip Legdrop, following up by trying for another Springboard Corkscrew Senton, but he sees Jacobs rolling and lands on his feet! Jacobs is up and ducks a clothesline, running off the ropes and hitting a Yakuza Kick, sending Fox turning and down to a knee, but Fox pops back up. Jacobs is still running, though, and catches Fox doubled over with a RUNNING SPIKE DDT! He rolls through it, and he has the Guillotine Choke clamped on! The referee calls for the bell, Fox has no chance of escape, as his eyes are rolling back in his head, barely visible through all of the blood.
Jacobs retains!
The fans are cheering, as these two gave it their absolute all. Prazak wonders how long Jacobs can possibly hold this title, having the series of matches he's had thus far defending it. Foley comments that it's amazing what a man can do when every time he steps in that ring, he feels like it's life or death... it feels like you're pride is on the line. Jacobs is fighting like a man who simply can't afford to lose, and will do anything to keep that belt.
After the match, Jacobs grabs a microphone.
Jimmy Jacobs:
You know, this belt, it's probably brought the best... and the worst in me, and I have to say, it feels pretty damn good. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, because we just took years off our careers and lives putting on that show for you.
The fans cheer loudly, chanting for Jacobs.
Jimmy Jacobs:
You see, it's not all for nothing though, no, not by a long shot. I've got a dream, and it surpasses even this, my greatest achievement. No, I want to be "The Man" in this sport. There's an old saying that states... hard work beats talent when talent refuses to work hard, and I may not be the most talented guy around, the physically gifted, but I work harder than anybody else in this sport, and I want what CM Punk has. He can be "The Best in the World," that's fine... I just want his belt.
The fans are really behind Jacobs now, chanting "PUNK FEARS JIMMY!"
This doesn't lead to what we might expect, however. No, instead we hear "Personal Jesus" hit the speakers and out walks... BJ Whitmer?
Prazak and Foley are confused, but Raven laughs and seems to have a feeling what this is about and where it's going. He mentions these guys have a lot of history, and everybody needs to just open their ears and listen to this guy. Whitmer grabs a microphone, but Jacobs cuts him off.
Jimmy Jacobs:
What... in the Hell... do you want!?
Whitmer is laughing, rubbing his chin for a moment.
BJ Whitmer:
Oh, Jimmy, is that any way to greet an old FRIEND, HUH? Come on, now! Surely... SURELY, you didn't think you could come out here... spew your crap about being the hardest worker in this business... and think I was just gonna sit back there and keep my mouth shut, when you and I both know you're nothing but a piece of shit.
The fans are drawn in now, wondering what Whitmer is talking about.
Jimmy Jacobs:
Not all of us live in 2008, there, BJ, and that's exactly where you should have stayed. A lot has changed since then, and nobody was talking to you, especially not me!
BJ Whitmer:
You know, I've let a lot of things go since then, Jimmy... things like you costing us titles and matches, trying to break my ankle, and generally just being an annoying, petty little asshole, but you know what? I'm not going to stand back there and listen to you lie and convince these people you're the best, and you're so hard working, and weasel your way into title matches I damn well deserve more than you.
The fact is, Jimmy, you're scared right now. You shit your pants as soon as you heard I'd asked for my walking papers from East Coast, because you knew it was only a matter of time; a matter of time before I showed up here to take your title, like you know I can, and I damn sure will. You knew I'd come here, and you ain't a damn bit surprised to see me. Well, me and Bobby, we won tonight, and you know what? I think instead of worrying about CM Punk, maybe you should worry about those closest to you... I think you need to be worried about me choking you out, like you've been doing to all these other suckers the last few weeks.
Jimmy Jacobs:
BJ, you're not in my league, and that's the bottom line. Intellectually or in this ring, I carried you through our tag team days, and I've carried you to having matches much more entertaining than anything you'd ever done before, and you've always been an ungrateful bastard who I thought knew when to quit, but apparently not. So no, I don't think so, I think there's a whole list of guys more qualified to challenge for this title, and you need to just step in line, where you belong, and stay out of my business!
BJ Whitmer:
Jimmy, you're afraid, and that's alright. You've always been afraid. You've always been jealous of me, envious of me, and my talents, and my prospects, and that's why you tried to hitch your wagon onto me as I was propelling up the top... that's why, in a jealous rage, you tried to end my career. You've always been jealous because I was the guy Harley Race said was going to be a legend in this sport... the guy getting calls from Japan, working matches with guys like Misawa and Kobashi, while you were busy jerking curtains to try to keep the lights on in your little studio apartment. Well, you know what, it's time for to pay up, and realize YOUR PLACE in this business, and that's under me... and I'm going to prove it. I'm taking that belt, and I'm putting YOU out of commission, you son of a bitch!
Whitmer starts to storm down, as Jacobs prods him to bring it on, when suddenly "Perfect Strangers" hits the speakers and the fans really get going now! From behind the curtain walks the one and only "Franchise" himself... Shane Douglas! What is he doing here!?
Douglas has a mic in hand.
Shane Douglas:
Woah, woah, woah, easy there, Whitmer!
BJ turns around, looking confused.
Shane Douglas:
You just hold your horses there, and you speak when spoken to! In case you didn't know, my name is Shane Douglas... most people call me the Franchise, but everybody here in NWA Great Lakes... well, they call me MR. COMMISSIONER, and I'm here to lay down the law!
Big pop from the crowd, as they begin to chant "FRANCHISE! FRANCHISE!"
Shane Douglas:
That's right, when Big Gabe took over this little operation, he needed a man... A MAN... to come in and keep the ship on the right track, and who better to do that than the mastermind himself? Who better than the guy who's been there, done it all and seen it all, a guy who's faced all the legends... beaten all the big names... and won championships everywhere that matters; who other than Shane Douglas? Nobody! Ha ha!
The fans are still popping big for this.
Shane Douglas:
Now, seeing as how I'm the commissioner around here, that means... well, you boys aren't, so the concept of you two making matches is just a little funny to me, but hey, I'm going to straighten you out right now. Let's get things cleared up. First of all, congratulations Jimmy on a big defense here, very impressive... and BJ, it's nice to have you on board, as well. But, BJ, you need to earn a shot at that title; I know you want it bad, I know the history between you two, but fair is fair, and Shane Douglas is nothing if not fair, HA!
So, when I signed my contract, I came up with a concept. A concept toyed around with in other places, but never truly perfected... the concept of a Number One Contendership Trophy. You see, I envision this trophy, this number one contendership, being something earned... earned in a match, a grueling contest, and then it's something you can choose to cash in... or defend. Something you have to defend once a month, or cash in, really your choosing.
Now, if you're wondering what that has to do with you, BJ, well, let's just say it's your lucky day. Let's just say I saw something in you tonight that made me believe maybe you do have a title run in you, and in two weeks, you get to prove it. We're going to put that trophy I had made on a wire, and suspended it from the ceiling. We're going to have ladders around. Then you, and three other guys, are going to fight... and the first man to touch the mat with that trophy in hand will get a title shot any time, any day they want, as long as it's within thirty days of grabbing it. Once you cash in, we do it all over again.
And Jimmy... since you've been working so damn hard, you're going to get a little break. You're not going to be wrestling at the next show. Instead, you get to go home, nurse your wounds, and then be prepared, because soon you'll be having a lot more hard work ahead of you.
So boys, relax, take the night off and enjoy your victories... starting tomorrow, it's time to get ready, because things are about to get interesting, HA HA HA!
The Franchise has a big smile on his face, as both men contemplate the news they were just given, and the show comes to an end.
