Dean
September 30th, 2006, 08:53 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents THE FUTURE IS NOW
Introduction Coverage by Dean
The show is kicking off here in the Pennsylvania National Guard Armory in Philly, with a wild crowd of 1800+. An opening video segment is shown; it highlights some of the action from Revival, showing clips from all the wrestlers, as well as some of the promos of new wrestlers debuting tonight. We finally get to the end, where we see Rob Cavallo holding Drake Vinaldi’s hand in the air before the entire arena goes pitch-black. Skylined by The Prodigy plays as the same rave effect from last week is used, with flickering lights, flashing effects, and just an awesome atmosphere – you have to be here live to fully experience it. Ultimately, the darkness falls, much like the Killswitch Engage song.
Darius Falcon enlightens us on why he’s an annoying assh*le. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507503)
Note from Dean:
This card looks absolutely stacked. Two out of three falls between Drake Vinaldi and Seth Frost, Darius Falcon versus Rob Cavallo, and homegrown talent Tyler Hart, Roderick Brookes and Matt Woodson in action. Adam Pugh and Voltaier will be facing off, and, the long-awaited debuts of Kenzo Katana, KANSHI, Rob Cavallo and “The Lizard King” Blake Straker will happen tonight.
Alright, enough blathering from my end. Todd Duvet is starting the opening contest, and I expect this one to get things started off on the right foot. Two of the best up and comers in the business are ready; Joe, you can take this one; I’m getting some food and drinks for the show.
This artist’s work is large enough for only one subject – himself. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507735)
But Voltaire’s focusing on life’s meaning… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507921)
Match one:
Adam Pugh vs. Mathew Voltaire
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Joe
Voltaire started off the match hot at Pugh for his remarks earlier in the evening with blistering roundhouse kicks and inside elbows. Pugh was shaken by this, but was able to hang on to the ropes after an Irish whip and evade a Voltaire dropkick, followed up by a Sleeper Slam to really change the momentum of the match. Pugh hit a Backlash a minute or so later that got him a two count, which Voltaire took the liberties of taking a powder to the outside after that. Pugh took both of his index fingers and thumbs and made them like a camera license and sized Voltaire up, before faux paint brushing an “X” into the air before grabbing the rope and looking for the Slingshot Suicida DDT, but Voltaire was able to grab the bottom rope and block the move, sending Pugh hitting hard on the ground. He then measured Pugh up, but… seemed confused… then remembered what he was going to do and went for a Shining Wizard, but by that time it was too late and Pugh ducked it and sent Voltaire’s knee right into the guardrail! Pugh rolled Voltaire back into the ring after a knife edged chop, then hopped up and slung himself up top and delivered a high impact Five Star Legdrop!
The fans cheered that move a lot, thanks to the hang time. Pugh hooked the leg, but only a two count. Pugh seemed to be signaling for the After-Shock, but Voltaire used some shots to the body escape and hit a big time Sliced Bread #2 off the ropes and got a two count on a pin attempt! Voltaire seemed to be attempting the Shellshock, but Pugh turned the tides and delivered a sick Snap DDT! He picks him up and puts right back down with the Adam-Bomb, but once again only a two count! Pugh went looking for his Blizzard suplex, but Voltaire used some sharp elbows to back him off and then ran off the ropes with an STO~! He rolled to the turnbuckles and slowly made his way up. Voltaire stared at Pugh, and realized the words he said earlier tonight weren’t to be taken for granted. He needs to live life to the fullest. Voltaire went for the Shooting Star Press, but Pugh quickly rolled out the way and Voltaire ate a canvas sandwich! Pugh picked up Voltaire onto his shoulders and sort of crossed his legs, then proceeded to nail a modified Whiplash to get the pinfall victory!
Winner: Adam Pugh via Pinfall at 9:00
The Machine plans to make haste of Midget Digit tonight. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507555)
Haynes is a confused individual who is best when served to a life of punishment by the Hawk. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507542)
Cheesy Hawk plans to use goodness to defeat evil! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507863)
Match two:
Crimson Hawk vs. Michael Haynes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Joe
Michael Haynes gets zero reaction from the crowd on his entrance. Not a good sign in front of fans as usually rabid and involved as these Philadelphia faithful. The Crimson Hawk, however, received a decent reaction, the fans knowing he’s a technical wrestling savant. Haynes came in fast, looking for a clothesline, but Hawk was able to duck and take him down to the mat with a rear waistlock like a rag doll and quickly wrestle him into the mat with various head and arm locks. Haynes scurries to the ropes and Hawk backs off at the count of one, trying to set a good example of sportsmanship. Hawk puts out his hand, looking to shake with Haynes in a show of class, but Haynes bats it away and quickly hops on Hawk with a headlock. Mistake. Hawk backdrops him and goes right back on the attack. Hawk made a miscalculation at one point in this short match on an Irish whip attempt, but wasn’t penalized for it as Haynes tried a Pele kick, but Hawk simply sidestepped it. He dropped an elbow to Haynes back after that flop of a kick and applied the Hawk’s Eye submission for the victory.
Winner: Crimson Hawk via Submission at 5:00
Lil Finga is a paranoid mofo. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507751)
All right, the laptop’s back to me now. Damn, that concession stand line was huge. It’s time for what many are calling a match of the—No, I’m not going to bother making jokes about this one. Kenzo Katana’s opponent for tonight is his own punch line.
Hey… smoking is illegal indoors… YOU JERK! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507743)
Match three:
Kenzo Katana versus Lil Finga
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Finga is scared of Katana in the beginning of the match, curling in the fetal position as he shakes his hand. The bell rings, and Finga runs at Katana, throwing wild, windmilling hands at him, trying to get lucky. Kenzo evades almost all of them, until he gets struck with a lucky right hand that nails him in the eye. Finga takes advantage, stomping on Katana in the corner, until he gets too cocky and goes for a big splash. Finga misses, crashing and burning in the corner. Katana immediately fires a vicious kick to Finga, nailing him right in the back! Finga screams and begins to whine, trying to walk away, but Kenzo nails a kick to his knee, sending him straight to the canvas. Kenzo watches as Finga tries to get to his feet and hobble around, but does so unsuccessfully, as Katana nails a second kick to Lil Finga’s leg. Katana takes a step back, admiring his work, before executing the Burning Blade to Finga’s head… and… the ref calls for the bell.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Knockout at 1:52
Katana shakes the limp hand of Lil Finga, who needs the assistance of a stretcher to be taken backstage. We get a good shot of what’s going on via the plasma screen. As Finga’s being carried by EMTs, James Simpson walks past them, before turning and telling the EMTs to stop.
James Simpson:
Hey, guys, could you do me a favor?
The EMTs nod in agreement.
James Simpson:
Tell him he’s released until he goes through some training? All right, thanks. That’d be great. Ciao.
The EMTs nod, carrying Finga the rest of the way out of the building and dumping him in the parking lot.
Matt Woodson is hardly a pimp. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507621)
Vinaldi doesn’t need a metaphorical statement to kick ass. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507890)
And Seth Frost just wants to have a good fight. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507924)
Match four:
Drake Vinaldi versus Seth Frost
Exhibition: 2/3 Falls
Match Coverage by Dean
This is the first main event of the evening, and I can’t f*cking wait. If this match is any like the matches they had in the Round-Robin Tournament last week, then I’ll be blown away. Both men have held titles in other companies, but tonight, they’re laying it all on the line here in Pro Wrestling Warriors, in a two out of three falls match. Vinaldi and Frost are in the ring now, shaking hands. Both men have tremendous respect for each other and from these rabid Philly fans. The bell sounds, and this match is underway.
Collar and elbow tie-up begins things, with each man jockeying for position. Frost goes behind Vinaldi and takes him down to the mat, floating into a front facelock. Vinaldi gets back to a vertical base and drives Frost into the mat with a tackle. Vinaldi sprawls on top of Frost and begins to pound him with forearms to the face, but Frost quickly grabs him around the neck with his hands and delivers vicious headbutts to his skull. Vinaldi backs off a bit, and Frost is allowed to his feet, delivering another vicious headbutt that sends Vinaldi staggering.
Frost moves forward, swinging, but Vinaldi fires some kicks to his ribs, causing Seth to back off. Vinaldi goes for a flying palm uppercut, but Frost evades, ducking under and grabbing Vinaldi with a rolling prawn hold. One, two, and Vinaldi pushes Frost back into a modified surfboard with his legs. He gets a two before Frost kicks out and both men get to their feet. Vinaldi rolls Frost into an inside cradle – one, two, and a kick out. Both men get back up – Frost sweeps Vinaldi’s legs out with a heel kick and makes a lateral cover for two before Vinaldi uses a weird bridge to lift himself out from under Frost, who’s still on his hands and knees. Vinaldi quickly grabs his leg and delivers a flick kick to the back of Frost’s head, sending him face-first into the canvas.
Vinaldi runs to the ropes, springing off the middle for an asai moonsault, but Frost rolls out of the way. Vinaldi uses his agility to land on the feet, and Frost quickly gets to his. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Frost ducks under… and nails a German Suplex! He bridges for a pin, but gets only two before Vinaldi powers out of the pin. Vinaldi gets to his feet and fires some kicks to Frost’s legs once Seth turns around. Frost jumps over one and attempts a chop, but Vinaldi kicks his arm, causing Frost to clutch it with pain. Vinaldi fires a stiff kick to the front of Frost’s legs, causing him to face plant on the mat. Frost looks up, still on his knees, and takes a vicious kick to the chest, causing him to fall backwards. Frost’s legs are tucked underneath him, and he has no choice but to move forward, taking another blast to the chest from Vinaldi’s foot. Drake looks around at a wild, cheering crowd, pounds the mat, and goes for the Killing Blow, but Frost ducks under, grabbing Vinaldi into position… Dragon Suplex! He pulls Drake up and delivers a HUGE release German Suplex! Holy SH*T! both men are giving it their all. Frost staggers a bit before ultimately collapsing to the canvas, and both men are out, with the fans cheering madly.
A “This is awesome” chant breaks out, and what the hell, I’m joining in. This action is insane. Frost is first to rise, making a cover and getting only two before Vinaldi kicks out WITH AUTHORITAH. Frost pulls Vinaldi up, trying to apply a front facelock, but Vinaldi suddenly shoves Frost away and delivers a NASTY Mongolian Chop, striking Frost in both shoulders. Frost drops to a knee, writhing in pain, and Vinaldi lunges forward with a Shotei palm strike, driving Frost into the turnbuckles with inhuman force! Vinaldi grabs Frost and whips him across the ring. He prepares himself, then cartwheels, looking for the Tidal Crush, but Frost quickly spins out of the way, allowing Vinaldi to trip up in the ropes. Vinaldi frees himself and sees Frost running for him, so he does what comes naturally – kicks him in the f*cking face with a VICIOUS kappou kick! Frost flies about seven or eight feet across the ring after the kick, landing upside-down in the turnbuckles, unconscious as the eye can tell, and Vinaldi breathes heavily, lying on the mat.
The fans are going apesh*t, and I think Frost’s brain’s just been scrambled. Vinaldi finally gets to Frost, but rather than go for a cover, opts to stomp on his face a few times. Frost gets to a knee; Vinaldi runs to the opposite ropes and comes back, looking for a Shining Wizard, but Frost ducks under. Vinaldi thinks quickly, nailing BLACK MAGIC! Frost takes the kick to the back of the head and slumps down to the mat. Vinaldi rolls him over to a cover, but Seth is able to get a foot on the lower rope at two. Drake continues working over Frost, delivering some kicks to his head, and lifts him up, setting up a vertical suplex. Frost blocks with punches to the stomach and lifts Vinaldi before draping him gut-first on the top rope. Vinaldi rides uncomfortably for a moment before Frost does something uncharacteristic: he springs off the middle rope and delivers a nice dropkick to the head, sending Vinaldi spiraling out of the ring!
Frost runs to the opposite side of the ring, coming back with at tope con hilo! He wipes out Vinaldi on the floor, getting some loud cheers from the crowd. Great move. The ref administers the count, getting to five before Frost rolls back inside the ring and promptly rolls back out to break the count. Frost lifts Vinaldi and whips him into the steel barrier, emitting a sickening thud from the collision. Frost charges Vinaldi, but the Sicilian Shooter flapjacks him onto the guardrail! Holy sh*t, Frost could’ve broken some ribs there! Vinaldi grabs Frost, and they’re coming right in front of me now – I’ve got some kick ass seats. Frost breaks the grip – HUGE chop from Frost, lighting up Vinaldi’s chest. Drake returns the favor, striking Frost with his palm. The two begin exchanging forearms and chops, and they’re going batsh*t here! The ref is at eight, and these two better get their asses back in the ring! They look at each other, realizing they’re about to get double DQ’ed and slide into the ring in stereo.
The fans applaud the insane action here, and they’re not even close to being done. Frost delivers another vicious chop to Vinaldi’s chest, backing him into the ropes. He hooks Vinaldi’s arms over the rope and fires off yet another chop to the chest, before Vinaldi lifts himself up and kicks Frost right in the face! Frost staggers off, holding the side of his head, and Vinaldi runs past him, springing off the middle rope with a springboard enzuigiri! Frost goes down in a heap and is in all sorts of trouble. Seth tries to get to his feet, but gets a boot to the stomach for the effort. Vinaldi goes onto the apron, trying a springboard, but Frost cuts him off with a forearm to the face. He goes for a wild swing, but Drake blocks it and kicks him in the gut between the ropes. Seth doubles over again, and Vinaldi quickly sticks him between the middle and top ropes before kicking the LIVING SH*T OUT OF HIM! JESUS H. CHRIST! All the fans are chanting “HOLY SH*T!” after that one, and Frost is bent over the middle rope now completely. Vinaldi ascends the turnbuckles with ease before preparing. Frost starts to get a bit of life in him, looking upward, out toward the crowd… most of whom feels great concern for his well being, but before he can get a hint of warning, Vinaldi drives his boots into Frost’s skull with the Lunatic High! Frost flips up-side down, but his legs are stiff as a board, which saves him from tumbling out of the ring. He flips backwards from the force – Remember, kids; physics tell us that for every action, there is an equal, but opposite reaction. Frost slumps down and falls inside the ring, out of it completely, and Vinaldi rests on the apron. He quickly springs to the top rope… and drives both feet into Seth Frost’s chest! ANOTHER LUNATIC HIGH! Vinaldi makes no haste in hooking the leg, getting a three count on the downed Seth Frost.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 20:11
The fans are on their feet, pounding the barriers, trying to get Frost back up. Seth takes a while getting to his feet, and the referee makes sure he verbally states he can continue. Vinaldi and Frost prepare themselves, with Frost being the one who’s worse for wear, obviously. The bell rings, and match two begins. Frost is now 0-2 against Drake Vinaldi, while Vinaldi could ruin Frost’s claims at being the best wrestler in the business tonight if he remains undefeated against him. Nobody has taken this much offense to Seth Frost, and quite frankly, I’m not sure if Frost even knows how to counter the brutal force of Drake Vinaldi. Vinaldi, now at three consecutive wins in PWW, is the most dominant man on the roster.
Vinaldi moves in for some kicks, but Frost has them scouted this time, quickly grabbing him with a snapmare takeover. He begins viciously chopping the back of Vinaldi’s neck and head, causing some annoyance for the Sicilian Shooter. Drake turns to grab a leg and go for a take down, but Frost pulls a page out of his book, grabbing Vinaldi by his hair and delivering rapid, vicious kicks in succession to the front of his face! Vinaldi tries to cover up, but Frost switches, grabbing Vinaldi into a front chancery and driving nasty knees into his face. Blood begins to drip from under Vinaldi’s face, splattering on the canvas, and it looks as though Vinaldi’s nose has been busted badly. Frost throws some uppercuts under Vinaldi’s face, really opening the cut up. Drake gets to his feet, trying to kick at Frost, but Seth grabs his leg and delivers a dragon screw leg whip, before rolling into a jackknife pin for a two count. Vinaldi wraps his arms around Frost and lifts up, turning Frost over. He attempts a powerbomb, but Seth counters into an impressive huracarrana! Frost holds the pin, getting a two count before Vinaldi escapes.
Seth grabs Drake and knees him in the gut. He grabs him into a Muay Thai clinch, really utilizing those knees to the face again… and Vinaldi is looking mighty weak for a man who just scored a pinfall. Frost has found the kink in Vinaldi’s armor, going to work on the face with strikes of his own. Frost grabs Vinaldi, lifts him… and SPIKES him to the canvas with a SICK BRAINBUSTER! Frost hooks the leg… one, two, NO! Vinaldi shoots a shoulder up, and Frost is beside himself!
Seth is muttering something or other, as Vinaldi is slow to his feet. Frost lunges across the ring right away, leaping into the air with a crazy knee strike to the skull, sending Vinaldi down, into the lower part of the corner. Frost places his foot against Vinaldi’s face… and delivers a degrading boot scrape! He kicks away at Vinaldi’s lacerated flesh, causing blood to ooze and squirt out of every pore! Frost lifts Vinaldi, placing him on the top rope. He climbs to the middle, setting up for a superplex, but opts to go for it all… Frost moves to the top rope, setting up a superplex from that position, but Drake gets some body blows in, stunning Frost, who’s exasperated from trying to finish Vinaldi off once and for all. Drake delivers a chop to Frost’s leg, causing him to fall on the turnbuckle. He knees Frost in the face, sending him back into a tree of woe, while Vinaldi stands on the top turnbuckle.
Drake grinds his foot into Frost’s knee, and Seth goes to grab it, but before he can, Vinaldi leaps off… and MISSES the Lunatic High! Frost manages to quickly fall back into the tree of woe just in time, but Vinaldi finds him in an even more precarious position, delivering a baseball slide dropkick to Frost’s face. Seth may have just harmed and saved himself at the same time. Vinaldi makes a cover; blood dripping is profusely from his face now. Frost kicks out at two, miraculously. Drake lifts Seth, setting up for a Fisherman’s Driver, but Seth blocks, driving a few uppercuts into the possibly broken nose of the Sicilian Shooter! He grabs Vinaldi… CYROSHOCK! He nails it perfectly and hooks the legs… one, two, thre—NO! Drake Vinaldi is NOT HUMAN! He is not of OUR DNA!
Seth Frost is pissed off as all hell, and proceeds to drive elbow after elbow after elbow into Vinaldi’s skull. Drake tries to get up, but Frost rolls him into a crucifix pin, getting a two count before Drake kicks out. Frost keeps the crucifix on, using MMA elbows to try to knock Vinaldi out! Drake manages to hook a leg around the bottom rope to force a break, but the damage has been done. Vinaldi gets to his feet, stumbling about, and Frost drills him to the mat with a leaping enzuigiri to the face! Vinaldi falls, and Frost applies the Cryonic Sleeper! CRYONIC SLEEPER! VINALDI IS GOING INTO HIBERNATION! The ref checks Drake, who is obviously out, and calls for the bell! SWEET JESUS, SETH FROST HAS DONE IT! HE’S WON A FALL ON DRAKE VINALDI!
Winner: Seth Frost via Knockout at 28:37
The ref gives Vinaldi plenty of breathing room, waiting for the signal to continue. Vinaldi gives it to him, and Seth goes psycho, charging Vinaldi, but Drake quickly kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over and sending him on a crazy frenzy of flips into the corner! Frost gets to his feet, spins around, and takes a high kick to the face! Vinaldi runs to the ropes, rapidly returns with a Ganmengiri kick, and both men are out on the mat. The fans are pounding the barriers now, and Vinaldi and Frost are slow to their feet. Frost chops Drake in the chest, lighting him up, and Vinaldi returns the favor. Frost does another chop to the chest, causing Drake to back off. Frost fires two more chops to the chest, turning Vinaldi red, and delivers a few forearms to the face. He grabs the Sicilian Shooter and drives him to the canvas with a snap suplex, floating over to a pin for a two count.
Frost pulls Vinaldi up and tries for another suplex, but Drake blocks, driving some shots to the ribs of his adversary. He kicks Frost a few times in the legs, wearing out his knees, before running to the ropes and returning with a Busaiku Knee Kick! Frost takes the full hit in the face, sending him on a full rotation before crashing on the mat! Vinaldi drags Frost toward the corner, setting him up before climbing to the top rope… He’s going for yet another Lunatic High, but Frost gets up and cuts off Vinaldi at the path! Vinaldi sits on the turnbuckle, and Frost climbs. Seth is going for an Avalanche Brainbuster to end it all, but Vinaldi blocks it, lifts him… AND SNUFFS FROST OUT! BOTH MEN ARE DEAD!!
Vinaldi is lying on the mat, out of it, and Frost is clutching his head. Vinaldi slowly inches toward Frost… but Seth wisely pulls on the ropes, getting out of the ring, and he falls to the floor with a loud thud. Drake sighs, realizing the opportunity may be lost. The ref gets to an eight count before Frost slowly pulls himself back into the ring, using the ropes to step through. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Frost ducks under and delivers a Dragon Suplex, bridging back for a two count. He pulls Vinaldi up and tries to apply the Cryonic Sleeper! Vinaldi manages to grab the ropes, forcing a break of Frost’s patented submission hold. Lucky him.
Vinaldi throws a kick to Frost’s midsection, causing him to drop to his knees, and he quickly goes for the Killing Blow, but Frost ducks under! He trips Vinaldi’s legs up and locks on the Hypothermic Blitz! VINALDI’S TRAPPED! Frost is choking him out with the half nelson and keeping him at bay with the inverted sharpshooter! Vinaldi is slowly fading… and he’s gone! The ref calls for the bell!
Winner: Seth Frost via Passout at 33:59
The fans give the two individuals a round of applause for a hellacious contest. Vinaldi has collapsed onto the canvas again, breathing exhaustedly after a tremendous match. The referee raises his hand, and the two combatants eventually shake, embracing the artwork they’ve just created. But Frost looks a bit pissed at the fact he lost to Drake Vinaldi once more…
KANSHI’s warrior prowess is exceeded by his ego. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507799)
Match five:
KANSHI versus Matt Woodson
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Matt Woodson plans to ruin KANSHI’s plan of making an impressive debut here in PWW, but the self-proclaimed Perfect Warrior appears focused going into the bout. The two do a brief handshake before moving into a lock up. Woodson uses his strength advantage to force KANSHI into the corner. The ref has Woodson back away, but KANSHI, ever the opportunist, fires some low kicks to Woodson’s legs. Woodson quickly evens the playing field with a chop to the chest. KANSHI holds his chest… then grins, and fires a stiff chop of his own. It escalates to a few chops exchanged, with Woodson finally firing a knee to the gut. Matthew bodyslams KANSHI to the ground before dropping a jumping elbow to the chest. He makes a cover for two. Woodson works over KANSHI, using some low impact blows to keep him on the defensive. Matt lets KANSHI get to his feet before he delivers a few clubbing blows to his back and sends him off to the ropes, going for a clothesline. KANSHI ducks under and nails an enzuigiri to Woodson’s back. Matt staggers forward, grabbing the rope to brace himself.
The Perfect Warrior attempts a high kick, but Woodson ducks under and quickly grabs him with the Full House! Woodson makes a cover, but KANSHI gets the shoulder up JUST in the nick of time. Woodson stays on KANSHI, using some more blows to the back, but he gets a bit cocky, going for the Ace of Spades without having KANSHI sufficiently weakened. KANSHI switches the move at its peak, changing into the Clubbed 2 Death! Woodson staggers about, stunned as all hell from the powerful blow, before KANSHI springs off the ropes with a Ganmengiri kick! Woodson goes down, and KANSHI delivers a standing double stomp to the chest, before signaling for the end. He pulls Woodson up, but Woodson drives his head into KANSHI’s midsection, at least buying himself some time. Woodson attempts to drive KANSHI to the canvas with a Shellshock, but KANSHI blocks it and counters into an STO. Woodson tries to get to his feet, but takes a high kick to the head for his effort, followed by a second Clubbed 2 Death! The fans applaud the brutal maneuver, and KANSHI makes the cover, getting his first victory here in PWW.
Winner: KANSHI via Pinfall at 7:45
Blake Straker is a changed man… for the better. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507538)
…but Nicolas Smirnov’s vices are still in full effect. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507628)
Match six:
Roderick Brookes versus Tyler Hart
Exhibition: Pure Wrestling
Match Coverage by Dean
Tyler Hart has a few words to say before things get kicked off (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507674). He’s ready for action tonight, according to his speech, but as Roderick Brookes makes his way to the ring, it would appear he’s prepared as well, as he stares on menacingly. Hart takes his shirt off and throws it toward the area of the ring Brookes is trying to enter, messing with his mind a bit and making him throw the shirt out. This is the first pure wrestling match in PWW, and I’m pretty excited to see the standard set high. The referee goes over the rules for the fans and the wrestlers alike. This is going to be good – I can feel it. Both men look like they’re ready to let it all hang out here, and what better place to do that than Pro Wrestling Warriors? After the action I watched last week, I can’t name a wrestling promotion on the planet where wrestlers are allowed to do this much and work this style.
It’s interesting to note that both Hart and Brookes wrestle a very distinct style among other wrestlers, but when it comes down to comparing the two, they are heavily similar. Hart utilizes submission holds and a British Lucharesu style of wrestling, while Brookes implements a lot of submissions and impact moves for a blend of European catching and hooking with the Japanese strong style. Enough of my own commentary and research; the match has begun! Hart and Brookes move into the handshake and quickly convert to a collar and elbow tie-up. Hart goes behind and scores a takedown, floating over nicely to a front chancery. Brookes battles to a vertical base and shoves Hart into the corner, where Hart removes his hands and keeps them high, making sure not to touch the ropes for a break. Brookes starts to back off… but viciously slaps Hart in the face, eliciting boos from the crowd! What a sign of disgrace! Hart comes out of the corner, shoving Brookes, but Brookes fires back with a nasty chop to the chest. …And now, at the entrance curtain, Darius Falcon is shown watching the match. Hmm. I wonder what his interest is between these two.
Roderick whips Tyler into the opposite corner, charging for a big lariat, but Tyler gets a boot up before climbing to the middle rope and flying off with a back elbow, cracking Brookes right in the jaw as he turns around. Brookes goes down hart, checking on the jaw, and Tyler pounces on him with a cover; he barely gets a two count. Brookes powers out and gets back to his feet, catching a slap to the face from Tyler. Payback from earlier, I’d imagine; and Brookes returns the favor with another chop to the chest, lighting Hart up. Hart swings for a clothesline, but Brookes ducks under and catches him with an explosive belly to back suplex. Hart gets on his knees, holding his neck in pain, and Brookes attacks like a shark to blood, clubbing the back of his head repeatedly with vicious forearm shots. Tyler catches Brookes with a few shots to the midsection, but Brookes delivers a tremendous knee to his adversary’s skull that sends him down to the mat in a heap.
Brookes rolls Tyler into position for a cover, but only gets a two before a shoulder shoots up. Brookes lifts Hart, attempting a belly-to-belly suplex, but Tyler counters by wrapping his legs around Roderick’s midsection and driving some forearms into his face. Brookes falls backwards, landing on the mat, and Tyler has a full mount, raining down with a series of vicious elbows and forearms to the face. Brookes tries to get out, but Tyler has him pinned, so Brookes grabs the rope to escape further damage to his skull.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 1
Tyler Hart: 1
Falcon nods, still watching the match from his location. Meanwhile in the ring, Hart gives Brookes all the breathing room he needs to assure no disqualification during the break, but also no cheap attacks from Roderick. The two get back to a vertical stance, and Roderick’s face is pretty red right now… Those shots looked quite stiff from Hart. Brookes goes for a lock up, and Hart tries to scoop under, looking for a Northern Lights Suplex… but Brookes counters with vicious knees! OUCH! Brookes grabs Hart by his hair and just drives knees into his face with no regard for his safety! Hart eventually falls to the mat, covering up. He rolls out of the ring to get a break, and the referee warns Brookes not to grab the hair. Roderick tries to pursue Hart, but the ref holds him back. Hart stays out till a count of six before getting back into the ring, with no interference from Roderick. Hart feigns a lock up before delivering a nasty European Uppercut to Brookes. Brookes looks stunned for a fraction of a second, but quickly fires off his own Euro Uppercut, sending Hart into the ropes from the impact, his neck snapping back… Ouch. Hart comes forward, looking for a chop, but Brookes fires first, nailing a second STIFF European Uppercut! Hart falls to his knees, holding his jaw, but Brookes lifts him up and delivers a third, nasty uppercut, and Hart’s mouth has been busted open! Brookes grabs Hart again, by the back of his head, and fires quick, repeated forearm strikes to his face… one after another, in rapid succession, with no remorse. Blood spatters on the mat as Hart’s lip begins to swell, and Brookes looks on admiringly at his work. He grabs Hart into position for an STO, but elbows to the side of the head allow Hart to counter the hold and reverse into a uranage backbreaker! The fans applaud as Brookes falls to the mat and Hart rests.
I’ve got about 300 people around me chanting, “Let’s go Hart!” as the downed Alabama native is crawling toward the ropes, pulling himself up. Brookes grabs Hart from behind, delivering a German Suplex with a bridge, but only gets a two count on him. Hart kicks out with authority and flips back onto his feet, grabbing Brookes around the neck… BEAST CHOKER! Hart applies the Beast Choker, and Brookes is scrambling to get out of this dreaded submission hold! The excruciating expression of anguish on his face tells the tale of a misguided suplex, and Brookes is unable to get out without using the ropes, putting his foot on the lower one nearest him to break the hold.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 0
Brookes has used two rope breaks, but Hart is by far the worse for wear, losing more blood by each second. The crimson plasma on the black canvas mirrors the design on Tyler Hart’s t-shirt as he’s probably wondering just what he’s gotten himself into. He grabs Brookes to follow up after his submission, but Brookes fires another vicious European Uppercut! Hart nearly falls, but Brookes grabs him for a second one, and I THINK A TOOTH JUST FLEW OUT! JESUS CHRIST! Brookes runs off the opposite ropes and comes back with a tremendous roaring elbow that sends Hart down to the mat, and he’s OUT COLD! The fans are on their feet, pounding the barriers, and yelling at Brookes to go for a cover… Brookes slowly positions himself on Hart… one, two, thr—NO! Hart gets his foot on the rope, using one of his rope breaks…
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 1
Shocked as hell, Brookes pulls Hart up and delivers a vicious neckwrench backbreaker, dropping Hart’s back across his own… Hart falls to the mat, holding his jaw and back in pain. Brookes rolls Hart onto his front and applies a camel clutch, really wrenching on the neck, screaming at Hart to tap out. Hart is mumbling something, and it sounds like he said his jaw is dislocated… Brookes wrenches back on the hold even further, and Hart starts to try to battle out, getting onto his knees. He manages to break the grasp of Brookes’ hands by biting them! You’ve gotta do everything you can… and Hart is out of the hold, getting to his feet, and firing chop after chop to Brookes, stunning the bigger man. Brookes gets backed into a corner, and Hart unleashes a series of chops and slaps before firing off an enzuigiri that sends both men down to the mat!
The referee begins his count, and both men are motionless. He gets to three, and still, Hart and Brookes are prone on the canvas. He gets to six, and Hart finally stirs, pulling himself up… Brookes follows shortly thereafter, getting to his feet. Hart runs from the ropes, delivering a HUGE lariat! Brookes goes down, and Hart makes it to the cover… One, two, NO! Brookes gets a shoulder up. Hart slowly gets to his feet, yelling at Brookes to do the same. Brookes walks into a slap… another slap… a third slap! Hart goes for a discus lariat, but Brookes ducks under and grabs him with a HUMUNGOUS DRAGON SUPLEX! HOLY SH*T!
The fans are going insane as Hart’s neck snaps forward when he crashes on the canvas! Hart convulses as Brookes breathes heavily, trying to get his wind back… It’s those damn cigarettes! Brookes slowly gets the cover, but Hart kicks out at two and three quarters! Brookes pulls Hart up, applying a sleeper hold. He rocks Hart back and forth to try to sway him into unconsciousness. Brookes slowly brings Hart down to the mat, cutting off the oxygen supply to the brain… Hart is out. The ref moves in and lifts his arm… and it drops. He lifts it a second time, and it drops again. He lifts it a third, and… Hart is fighting back – slowly but surely, Tyler Hart is battling back from the brink of unconsciousness! Brookes quickly and wisely applies a body scissors to drain even more energy from Hart and immobilize him. Hart reaches out, trying to grab the ropes… and finally succeeds, getting the break! The ref counts down, and Brookes breaks at four, disappointed.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 2
Roderick grabs Hart’s legs and tries to apply No Cure For Cancer, but Hart manages to get out… only to get caught into a leg lock… Brookes grabs Hart’s hands, pulls him up, and delivers the Curb Stomp! The fans groan at the sick impact of the move, and Roderick goes for a cover. Hart gets a shoulder up at two and a half, and is lucky to do so. Brookes slowly lifts Hart, firing another STIFF as hell Euro Uppercut, and Hart’s neck snaps back. He isn’t with it at all, and frankly, I’m shocked and impressed at Brookes’ ability to control the match. Brookes grabs Hart and boots him in the stomach, pulling him in front, and setting up for a huge move. Roderick lifts Tyler onto his shoulder, setting up a one-shoulder powerbomb, but Hart manages to slip out; I don’t know if it was his limp body sliding out of the grasp, or if Hart is fighting back, but he escaped what could’ve been the final blow to end this contest! Brookes turns around to grab Hart, but finds himself taking two boots to the face from a dropkick, sending Roderick down to the canvas hard!
Hart has gotten a second wind for himself, pounding his chest. He grabs the rising Brookes and boots him right in the face, sending him staggering toward the corner. Brookes grabs Hart by the arm and twists it, flipping him to the canvas. He wraps his arm around and drops it to the mat with a unique armbreaker. Brookes holds his arm, shaking it in pain, and Hart grabs it again, this time dropping a knee on the joint and rolling Brookes over. Tyler tucks the arm and applies a unique arm submission, pulling back on Brookes’ elbow! Brookes looks like he’s going to tap, but he manages to get to a somewhat standing position and fire off some elbows to Brookes’ gut with his free arm.
Brookes grabs Hart by the neck and thrusts a knee into his gut. Hart gets stunned for a moment, loosing his grip of the elbow lock, and finds himself on the mat after a sick STO. Hart looks dazed, and Brookes takes advantage, pulling him to his feet and delivering the one-shoulder powerbomb he looked for earlier! Hart bounces off the mat and folds up from the impact… Brookes rolls him onto his shoulders and makes the cover, but Hart’s foot gets on the rope!
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 3
Brookes is in absolute disbelief, and decides it’s time to finish things off… after all, there’s no cure for CANCER! Brookes grabs Hart’s legs, trying to apply the leglock part of his dreaded submission finisher, but Hart fires off, quickly grabbing Brookes’ legs and getting to his own two feet. Hart grabs Brookes… and locks on the Texas Funeral! Hart is too weak to hold the grip properly, and Brookes manages to get out and to the ropes, forcing the hold off, and saving a lot of torment…
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 3
Tyler Hart: 3
Both men have been battling for nearly half an hour now, and they are absolutely exhausted. Brookes gets to his feet, holding his back and neck from the wear and tear of the contest, and it seems that Hart’s lip wound has sealed up. Brookes kicks Hart in the forehead, sending him down to the mat again. He drives a few elbows into his spine, wearing out the back, and lifts him for a German Suplex, but Hart blocks it with his leg and counters with a back elbow to the face. Brookes staggers back, and Hart rests near the ropes. Brookes gets his wits about him and charges with all his strength for a tackle through the ropes, but Hart grabs the top rope and pulls down, causing Brookes to… get caught between the middle and top ropes! HOLY SH*T! Brookes’ neck is caught between the ropes, and they’re choking the life out of him! Brookes’ body hangs limply inside the ring as his neck is trapped between the two ropes. Hart steps over Brookes and grabs his legs, applying an elevated Boston Crab! Brookes signals submission as he’s being choked and having his back stretched at the same time, and holding on now would be FATAL.
Winner: Tyler Hart via Submission at 38:12
My God, that was a brutal battle between two of the best up and comers in wrestling. Hart showed why he’s been critically exclaimed for being the best wrestler for his age, and Roderick Brookes once again proves that Irish men maybe the toughest bastards on the face of the planet… It takes a whole crew of officials to get Brookes neck from out of the ropes, and both Roderick and Tyler are fatigued greatly.
They move to the center of the ring and shake hands, and I think it’s safe to say… there’s a lot of respect for these two from the fans and between these two after their war tonight. Hopefully, this won’t be the last time we see these two go head to head. The entire crowd is on its feet, applauding for a hell of a bout between two future superstars. Hart and Brookes walk away from this blood-spattered canvas knowing they’ve truly created a work of art tonight.
Darius Falcon applauds from the entrance area, acknowledging the talents of these two wrestlers, and leaves for the backstage area, most likely to go prepare for his bout with Cavallo.
Bloodied, bruised, battered and bent on winning. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507859)
Match seven:
Blake Straker versus Nicolas Smirnov
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
A quick handshake gets this one started; neither man is willing to give up ground in the beginning. The Greco-Roman tie-up gets things started with hostility. Push comes to shove, and Straker gets the better, backing Smirnov into the corner. After a count from the ref, Straker releases, patting Smirnov on the chest and backing away. Smirnov looks a bit angered by this, and goes into the next lock-up with vengeance, quickly throwing Straker down to the mat. Smirnov applies a side headlock, but Straker grabs his arm and slowly twists out, applying a top wristlock. He fishhooks Smirnov on the other side, bringing him down to the mat, and quickly releases the hold before the referee can see. Straker pulls Smirnov’s arm into an arm wrench position before driving the point of the elbow into the mat repeatedly, slamming it over and over again against the canvas. Smirnov reacts defensively and grabs Straker’s leg and delivers a nice legwhip to take him down. He attempts to apply a Boston Crab, but Straker reverses into a twisting victory roll, getting a two count before Smirnov kicks out.
Nicolas gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Straker grabs the arm, tucking it under his own, and twists behind him with a modified hammerlock submission. He again fishhooks Smirnov, this time to bring him down to a body scissors while pulling back on the arm. Smirnov slowly crawls toward the ropes, maneuvering himself just right to not stretch his arm. He hooks his free arm around the rope, and Straker breaks. Straker tells Smirnov to get up, and Nicolas looks pissed off as hell, coming out swinging. He doubles Straker over with a spinning back elbow to the sternum. Smirnov applies a cravat submission, working on Straker’s neck. Blake realizes he’s in quite the pickle here, trying to grab the ropes, but Smirnov does a good job of using the neck to control the entire body. Blake eventually uses his size advantage to wrap his arms around Smirnov and hoist him into the air, driving him into the canvas with a sideways backdrop driver! The fans applaud following the sickening thud that Smirnov makes when he lands, and Straker rests his neck for a moment. He lifts Smirnov, but Nicolas shocks everyone by firing a tremendous European Uppercut at Straker, catching him right in the jaw. Straker falls back into the ropes, almost out of the ring, but he catches himself. Smirnov runs to the opposite side, coming back with a Cactus Clothesline, sending both men over the top rope and to the outside floor!
The fans are really loud now, and the action is getting a lot closer. Straker is taking a breather while crawling on the floor, and Smirnov puts a few boots in his ribs. Bow before me, peasant! Smirnov raises his arms, eliciting boos from the Philly crowd, and one fan throws a plastic beer cup at him. Nicolas steps out of the way to avoid it. I drink only the finest liqueurs, you tasteless swine! Smirnov places a boot in the ear of Straker, wounding him further. He rolls Straker back inside and follows in himself, scaling to the middle rope. Straker starts to get to his feet, but Nicolas flies off with a spinning back elbow, taking Blake down again. Smirnov makes the cover, counting along with the referee, but gets only two. Smirnov gets to his feet, ready to threaten the referee, but remembers Commandments II and III and opts not to.
Nicolas lifts Blake, driving a clubbing elbow to the back of his head. Straker looks in trouble here, and Smirnov runs to the ropes, coming back with a nicely placed boot under the chin. Straker is stunned, and Smirnov quickly grabs him with a nicely done Russian Leg Sweep! He floats over to a cover and hooks the leg… one, two, thr—NO! Straker gets a shoulder up and looks a bit psyched up. Smirnov is in shock, and he quickly grabs Straker, scooping him for his finisher, the Last Drink, but the Lizard King slips out and drills Smirnov’s neck into the canvas with a Tiger Suplex! He bridges for a pin, getting two, before Smirnov kicks out. Straker keeps the arms hooked and goes on top of Straker, pinning him face-first to the mat. He takes one of his arms and wraps it around Smirnov’s face before interlocking his hands… Crossface Chickenwing! The Lizard King applies a painful submission hold, and Smirnov is kicking, making sure he stays out of the body scissors. Smirnov gets to a seated position and manages to get his foot on the rope, getting a lucky break.
Straker lets go, getting to his feet, slapping himself in the face a few times, as the fans pound the barrier, trying to rally Straker as well. Smirnov turns around, walking right into the Soul-Crusher! Straker wastes no time in applying a jujigatame armbreaker afterwards, really wrenching on the joint of Smirnov, trying to hyperextend the elbow! Smirnov tries to roll out, but Straker begins scraping his face with the boot. Nicolas rolls onto his front, locking his arms together, and attempts lifting Straker, but Blake quickly unwraps his leg and locks it around Nicolas’ neck, applying a triangle choke! Smirnov has nowhere to go and is draining fast. He taps almost instantly to the submission, giving Straker an impressive victory, and really showcasing the skills of both men.
Winner: Blake Straker via Submission at 19:25
Following the match, the Plasma Screen shows Haynes bitching about his losses. James Simpson walks by, overhearing the conversation, and stops.
Michael Haynes:
Man, it’s BS. PWW Management is out to get me; Lil Finga was right all along.
Unbeknownst to Haynes, Simpson’s heard everything.
James Simpson:
Well, if you are so unhappy here, I guess you can join the same fate as Lil Finga. You’re fired until you improve. Now get out of my building!
Haynes sighs, leaving the premises as Simpson walks over to a nearby concession stand.
James Simpson:
Yeah, I want a cheese steak… oh, and a kid’s size Lizard King shirt for my niece. She loves Straker.
Simpson indulges in his cheese steak sub as we go back to the ring for our main event.
Main Event:
Rob Cavallo versus Darius Falcon
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
It’s pretty obvious who the fan favorite is from the get-go, with chants of “Cavallo” filling the entire National Guard Armory here in Philly. Falcon gives Cavallo a nonchalant slap of the hand, and the bell is rung. Falcon is pretty blatant about his feelings toward Cavallo, spitting on the mat in front of him. Cavallo looks down, and Falcon quickly pounces, clubbing him in the neck with repeated, vicious shots. Neither man has taken off his entrance gear yet, and this match is already going. Falcon takes his entrance cloak off, throwing it out of the ring, and throws some more stiff shots to the back of Cavallo. He whips Cavallo off to the ropes, going for a clothesline on his return, but Rob ducks under, springs off the opposite ropes, and connects with a crossbody. The fans pop, and Cavallo gets to his feet, taking off the PWW t-shirt he wore to the ring, getting a lot of cheers from the female fans in attendance – all six of them.
Falcon bails for ringside and gets out of the ring. Cavallo sees his chance, running to the opposite side, and coming back with an amazing tope con hilo that sends both men crashing into the metal barricade! The fans go nuts for the action and the fact it’s so close. Cavallo gets to his feet, pounding Falcon with punches and kicks. Falcon eventually grabs Rob by his legs and drops him onto the guardrail with a hotshot. Rob’s trachea collides with the tip of the steel, giving him a lot of trouble fast. Falcon runs to the apron, jumps off, and nails a spinning heel kick to Cavallo’s back, sending him up and over the steel guardrail, and into the front row of chairs, which had been abandoned just a second earlier. Falcon grins and tells all the fans to move out of the way. He climbs to the apron again, but this time faces toward the ring. Falcon springs off the top rope, doing a huge flip and getting some awesome airtime, nailing a super asai moonsault on the stunned Rob Cavallo, and both men crash through the third row of chairs in the crowd.
The fans pat Rob on the back and flip Falcon off, but neither man can care about the people in attendance at the moment. It’s all about the match to them. Falcon grabs some chairs and throws them out of the way before he picks Cavallo up and slams him on the exposed floor. Rob grabs his back in pain, and Falcon wisely goes back to the ring, rolling in and out quickly to break up the count at eight. Darius jumps onto the guardrail, preparing for another highflying move, but Cavallo swiftly kicks him in the legs, taking them out from under him. Falcon crotches himself on the guardrail and is in an immense amount of pain… ouch. I feel for you, Darius. I think every guy on the planet can. Cavallo grabs a couple of steel chairs, setting them up near the guardrail and steps on them. He grabs Darius’ legs, putting them so they’re facing the ring, and grabs him by the head, leaping over the guardrail with a modified Back to the Future attempt, but Falcon grips onto the steel guardrail to prevent it! Cavallo lands on the mats this time, fortunately for him, but it still takes its toll.
Falcon takes a breather before throwing Cavallo into the ring. Darius opts to take to the skies, getting to the top rope and attempting a frog splash, but Cavallo gets out of the way, causing Falcon to do a face plant on the mat. Cavallo gets up, shaking like a madman, and the fans are behind him. Falcon turns towards him, taking a right, a left, and a spinning back kick to the midsection. Cavallo runs to the ropes, springs off the middle one, leaps to the top, and delivers an amazing twisting Halo, wiping out Falcon! Lots of applause for that, and why the hell not? It was a sick ass move. Cavallo makes the cover, but he only gets two before Falcon shoots a shoulder up. Rob goes to the top rope again, setting up for another high risk move, but Falcon cuts him off, crotching him, and getting some retribution for earlier when Cavallo did the same to him. The King of Rock is in trouble now as Falcon prepares… and successfully delivers a nasty superplex from the middle rope, sending both men to the canvas in a heap.
Falcon stirs after a few moments of resting and makes the cover – one, two, th—Rob shoots the shoulder up! The fans cheer and begin chanting “King of Rock!” in attempts to rally Rob. Falcon pulls Cavallo up, but Rob shoves him away before delivering a slap to the face, a slap to the other side, and a spinning high kick that sends Falcon reeling into the ropes and spilling to the outside. Cavallo holds his back, still feeling the effects of Falcon’s offense. He runs to the opposite side of the ring, coming back for another suicide dive, but Falcon leaps onto the apron and drives a knee right into Cavallo’s head! OUCH! Modified Shining Wizard from Falcon, and Rob spills through the ropes to the outside floor. Falcon jumps off the apron with a great moonsault onto Rob, squashing him on the floor! Falcon gets up, full of himself, holding his arms up, and the fans boo. One fan goes as far to throw some empty cigarette packs at Falcon, who in turn grabs Cavallo and shoves the pack into his mouth. The fans boo, but Falcon doesn’t give a sh*t. He whips The Prodigy into the crowd guardrail, working on his back even more. Falcon grabs Cavallo by his side and Russian Leg Sweeps him into the steel, causing further trauma for his already weakened back!
Falcon throws Cavallo back into the ring and makes a cover, but Rob gets a foot on the rope, and Falcon slaps him in the face a few times afterwards. Falcon grabs the top rope, setting up a springboard moonsault, but Rob has enough wits about him to grab his foot, pulling him down. Falcon kicks Rob a few times afterwards, wearing him down. Falcon jumps to the top rope this time, but Cavallo leaps up, shoving him off, causing Falcon to fall and smack his head off the guardrail! JESUS CHRIST! The fans gasp and actually fall silent, as… I don’t think that was planned. Jesus Christ, man. Rob looks out, almost as if to see if he killed Falcon… but Darius’ hand soon stirs, so the fans begin chants of “HOLY SH*T!”, realizing he’s not dead. Falcon’s forehead has been busted open, and blood is dripping all over the outside as he slowly crawls toward the ring. Falcon grabs the apron, pulling himself up to its edge… only to look up and see Rob Cavallo jump onto the top rope and take Falcon out with a 450 Suicida! HOLY SH*T! “PWW!” chants fill the arena’s every crevice, and both Rob and Darius are wiped out on the outside. A few moments pass, and the referee is very lenient in his count. He gets to seven as Cavallo rolls into the ring, and to nine when Falcon follows, bleeding all over the place.
Rob sees Falcon is wounded and delivers a spiraling legdrop to the back of his head, oozing more blood out. Rob rolls Falcon over, making the cover, but the Eye of Epiphany miraculously kicks out. Hmm, guess I shouldn’t say miraculously, or I’ll get a fifteen-minute lecture from him over the lack of miracles and the abundance of coincidences. Cavallo motions for the end, grabbing Darius for a Time Traveler, but Falcon counters with some weak shots to the back of his head. Falcon runs to the ropes ahead of him, looking for a clothesline of sorts, but Rob counters with a Rydeen Bomb! Falcon smashes onto the canvas, looking out of it. Cavallo points to the corner before he starts to scale, getting to the top rope. It’s obvious he’s going for the Down to Earth, his version of the corkscrew 450 splash, but Falcon has other plans. He climbs behind Rob, getting on the middle rope and facing the ring. Falcon grabs Rob by the armpits… SUPER SPLASH MOUNTAIN BOMB~! The fans erupt in ecstasy; a mixture of cheers and boos, as their home state boy just got nailed with a sick move.
Falcon is too worn out to cover Rob, biding his time to rest, and Cavallo is folded up like an accordion. After a few moments pass, Falcon and Rob gets back to their feet. Falcon charges Rob, going for the Crimson Crossface. He whirls around him, trying to apply the armlock to begin the move, but Rob counters into a tiltawhirl backbreaker! Falcon’s back snaps off Rob’s knee, and he bounces off, landing on the mat. Rob attempts the Clock Stopper, but Falcon kicks away from him, getting into the ropes. The referee forces a break, and Falcon takes advantage as Rob turns his back, walking away from him, by blindsiding him with a forearm to the back of the head. The fans boo, but Falcon is relentless, drilling Rob to the mat with a Poison Rana! The fans boo as Falcon makes the cover, but Rob kicks out JUST BARELY in the nick of time. Goddamn, I have to piss. I hope this match ends soon.
Falcon tries to grab Cavallo into a double arm underhook, probably prepping the Big Bang, but Cavallo counters into a bridging pin for two. Falcon attempts a leg lariat, but Cavallo catches him and turns it into a back suplex. The fans cheer as Rob gets to his feet, rallying the crowd as they do the same for him. Falcon gets up, only to take a sweep kick from Cavallo. Rob runs to the ropes and comes back for a senton splash to finish Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll, but Falcon gets his knees up, driving them into the wounded back of Cavallo! Rob staggers to his feet, and Falcon delivers a lung blower! Rob falls to the mat, holding his back in pain, and Falcon begins climbing to the top rope… Man, I hate to miss this action, but I really need a piss break. My bladder’s going to bust! Here, Joe, take the laptop.
Match Coverage by Joe
Falcon jumps, spins, and splits his legs, looking for the split legged moonsault, but Cavallo rolls out of the way and Falcon bites the dust! Falcon staggers up and Cavallo catches him behind the leg with another sweep kick… front flip… SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK-N-ROLL! Cavallo hooks the leg! 1-2-NO! Cavallo stands up, winded a bit, and looks at his wrist as if it had a watch on it. Then he does a throat slash taunt. He picks up Darius off the mat slowly and lays into him with a knife edged chop, sending him into the turnbuckles. Cavallo drives a shoulder into his torso and then picks him up and puts him on the top turnbuckle. It could be that time. Cavallo is out on the apron. Slingshot. BACK TO THE FU- NO! Falcon was hanging onto the ropes and Cavallo just hit the mat hard. Falcon hops down and grabs Cavallo by the hair pulls him back up and slams him face first into the buckles. Falcon goes to the apron and then up the buckles. He pulls Cavallo up with him. Could it be? The arms are hooked… yes! THE ODE! TO! DARWIN! CAVALLO LANDED ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! SOMEBODY CALL THE PO PO! Falcon and Cavallo are both down on the mat, but Falcon is able to roll over and pin him in enough time to get the well earned three count as the fans applaud this absolutely awesome action.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 28:40
The fans are mostly applauding, but a few throw rolls of toilet paper into the ring, as Rob Cavallo has just been defeated in his home state. Falcon gets his arm raised and isn’t the least bit modest about his victory, parading about like a whore. Falcon gladly shakes hands with Cavallo, knowing he won the match tonight, and most everyone leaves the National Guard Armory wanting to strangle Darius Falcon…
Tyler Hart has just begun. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508131)
OOC: Before anyone kills me, as you can probably tell, Joe chose the winner of the main event, not I. I didn’t want to screw Dan over or sell myself short, so Joe chose the winner. A variety of traits came into play, including the promo quality, the promo length, the promo contents, and the track record and storyline.
A huge positive note: I believe every single person booked RP’ed for the event, so uh… pat yourselves on the back, have a drink, whatever. Hope you enjoy these.
Introduction Coverage by Dean
The show is kicking off here in the Pennsylvania National Guard Armory in Philly, with a wild crowd of 1800+. An opening video segment is shown; it highlights some of the action from Revival, showing clips from all the wrestlers, as well as some of the promos of new wrestlers debuting tonight. We finally get to the end, where we see Rob Cavallo holding Drake Vinaldi’s hand in the air before the entire arena goes pitch-black. Skylined by The Prodigy plays as the same rave effect from last week is used, with flickering lights, flashing effects, and just an awesome atmosphere – you have to be here live to fully experience it. Ultimately, the darkness falls, much like the Killswitch Engage song.
Darius Falcon enlightens us on why he’s an annoying assh*le. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507503)
Note from Dean:
This card looks absolutely stacked. Two out of three falls between Drake Vinaldi and Seth Frost, Darius Falcon versus Rob Cavallo, and homegrown talent Tyler Hart, Roderick Brookes and Matt Woodson in action. Adam Pugh and Voltaier will be facing off, and, the long-awaited debuts of Kenzo Katana, KANSHI, Rob Cavallo and “The Lizard King” Blake Straker will happen tonight.
Alright, enough blathering from my end. Todd Duvet is starting the opening contest, and I expect this one to get things started off on the right foot. Two of the best up and comers in the business are ready; Joe, you can take this one; I’m getting some food and drinks for the show.
This artist’s work is large enough for only one subject – himself. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507735)
But Voltaire’s focusing on life’s meaning… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507921)
Match one:
Adam Pugh vs. Mathew Voltaire
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Joe
Voltaire started off the match hot at Pugh for his remarks earlier in the evening with blistering roundhouse kicks and inside elbows. Pugh was shaken by this, but was able to hang on to the ropes after an Irish whip and evade a Voltaire dropkick, followed up by a Sleeper Slam to really change the momentum of the match. Pugh hit a Backlash a minute or so later that got him a two count, which Voltaire took the liberties of taking a powder to the outside after that. Pugh took both of his index fingers and thumbs and made them like a camera license and sized Voltaire up, before faux paint brushing an “X” into the air before grabbing the rope and looking for the Slingshot Suicida DDT, but Voltaire was able to grab the bottom rope and block the move, sending Pugh hitting hard on the ground. He then measured Pugh up, but… seemed confused… then remembered what he was going to do and went for a Shining Wizard, but by that time it was too late and Pugh ducked it and sent Voltaire’s knee right into the guardrail! Pugh rolled Voltaire back into the ring after a knife edged chop, then hopped up and slung himself up top and delivered a high impact Five Star Legdrop!
The fans cheered that move a lot, thanks to the hang time. Pugh hooked the leg, but only a two count. Pugh seemed to be signaling for the After-Shock, but Voltaire used some shots to the body escape and hit a big time Sliced Bread #2 off the ropes and got a two count on a pin attempt! Voltaire seemed to be attempting the Shellshock, but Pugh turned the tides and delivered a sick Snap DDT! He picks him up and puts right back down with the Adam-Bomb, but once again only a two count! Pugh went looking for his Blizzard suplex, but Voltaire used some sharp elbows to back him off and then ran off the ropes with an STO~! He rolled to the turnbuckles and slowly made his way up. Voltaire stared at Pugh, and realized the words he said earlier tonight weren’t to be taken for granted. He needs to live life to the fullest. Voltaire went for the Shooting Star Press, but Pugh quickly rolled out the way and Voltaire ate a canvas sandwich! Pugh picked up Voltaire onto his shoulders and sort of crossed his legs, then proceeded to nail a modified Whiplash to get the pinfall victory!
Winner: Adam Pugh via Pinfall at 9:00
The Machine plans to make haste of Midget Digit tonight. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507555)
Haynes is a confused individual who is best when served to a life of punishment by the Hawk. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507542)
Cheesy Hawk plans to use goodness to defeat evil! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507863)
Match two:
Crimson Hawk vs. Michael Haynes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Joe
Michael Haynes gets zero reaction from the crowd on his entrance. Not a good sign in front of fans as usually rabid and involved as these Philadelphia faithful. The Crimson Hawk, however, received a decent reaction, the fans knowing he’s a technical wrestling savant. Haynes came in fast, looking for a clothesline, but Hawk was able to duck and take him down to the mat with a rear waistlock like a rag doll and quickly wrestle him into the mat with various head and arm locks. Haynes scurries to the ropes and Hawk backs off at the count of one, trying to set a good example of sportsmanship. Hawk puts out his hand, looking to shake with Haynes in a show of class, but Haynes bats it away and quickly hops on Hawk with a headlock. Mistake. Hawk backdrops him and goes right back on the attack. Hawk made a miscalculation at one point in this short match on an Irish whip attempt, but wasn’t penalized for it as Haynes tried a Pele kick, but Hawk simply sidestepped it. He dropped an elbow to Haynes back after that flop of a kick and applied the Hawk’s Eye submission for the victory.
Winner: Crimson Hawk via Submission at 5:00
Lil Finga is a paranoid mofo. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507751)
All right, the laptop’s back to me now. Damn, that concession stand line was huge. It’s time for what many are calling a match of the—No, I’m not going to bother making jokes about this one. Kenzo Katana’s opponent for tonight is his own punch line.
Hey… smoking is illegal indoors… YOU JERK! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507743)
Match three:
Kenzo Katana versus Lil Finga
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Finga is scared of Katana in the beginning of the match, curling in the fetal position as he shakes his hand. The bell rings, and Finga runs at Katana, throwing wild, windmilling hands at him, trying to get lucky. Kenzo evades almost all of them, until he gets struck with a lucky right hand that nails him in the eye. Finga takes advantage, stomping on Katana in the corner, until he gets too cocky and goes for a big splash. Finga misses, crashing and burning in the corner. Katana immediately fires a vicious kick to Finga, nailing him right in the back! Finga screams and begins to whine, trying to walk away, but Kenzo nails a kick to his knee, sending him straight to the canvas. Kenzo watches as Finga tries to get to his feet and hobble around, but does so unsuccessfully, as Katana nails a second kick to Lil Finga’s leg. Katana takes a step back, admiring his work, before executing the Burning Blade to Finga’s head… and… the ref calls for the bell.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Knockout at 1:52
Katana shakes the limp hand of Lil Finga, who needs the assistance of a stretcher to be taken backstage. We get a good shot of what’s going on via the plasma screen. As Finga’s being carried by EMTs, James Simpson walks past them, before turning and telling the EMTs to stop.
James Simpson:
Hey, guys, could you do me a favor?
The EMTs nod in agreement.
James Simpson:
Tell him he’s released until he goes through some training? All right, thanks. That’d be great. Ciao.
The EMTs nod, carrying Finga the rest of the way out of the building and dumping him in the parking lot.
Matt Woodson is hardly a pimp. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507621)
Vinaldi doesn’t need a metaphorical statement to kick ass. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507890)
And Seth Frost just wants to have a good fight. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507924)
Match four:
Drake Vinaldi versus Seth Frost
Exhibition: 2/3 Falls
Match Coverage by Dean
This is the first main event of the evening, and I can’t f*cking wait. If this match is any like the matches they had in the Round-Robin Tournament last week, then I’ll be blown away. Both men have held titles in other companies, but tonight, they’re laying it all on the line here in Pro Wrestling Warriors, in a two out of three falls match. Vinaldi and Frost are in the ring now, shaking hands. Both men have tremendous respect for each other and from these rabid Philly fans. The bell sounds, and this match is underway.
Collar and elbow tie-up begins things, with each man jockeying for position. Frost goes behind Vinaldi and takes him down to the mat, floating into a front facelock. Vinaldi gets back to a vertical base and drives Frost into the mat with a tackle. Vinaldi sprawls on top of Frost and begins to pound him with forearms to the face, but Frost quickly grabs him around the neck with his hands and delivers vicious headbutts to his skull. Vinaldi backs off a bit, and Frost is allowed to his feet, delivering another vicious headbutt that sends Vinaldi staggering.
Frost moves forward, swinging, but Vinaldi fires some kicks to his ribs, causing Seth to back off. Vinaldi goes for a flying palm uppercut, but Frost evades, ducking under and grabbing Vinaldi with a rolling prawn hold. One, two, and Vinaldi pushes Frost back into a modified surfboard with his legs. He gets a two before Frost kicks out and both men get to their feet. Vinaldi rolls Frost into an inside cradle – one, two, and a kick out. Both men get back up – Frost sweeps Vinaldi’s legs out with a heel kick and makes a lateral cover for two before Vinaldi uses a weird bridge to lift himself out from under Frost, who’s still on his hands and knees. Vinaldi quickly grabs his leg and delivers a flick kick to the back of Frost’s head, sending him face-first into the canvas.
Vinaldi runs to the ropes, springing off the middle for an asai moonsault, but Frost rolls out of the way. Vinaldi uses his agility to land on the feet, and Frost quickly gets to his. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Frost ducks under… and nails a German Suplex! He bridges for a pin, but gets only two before Vinaldi powers out of the pin. Vinaldi gets to his feet and fires some kicks to Frost’s legs once Seth turns around. Frost jumps over one and attempts a chop, but Vinaldi kicks his arm, causing Frost to clutch it with pain. Vinaldi fires a stiff kick to the front of Frost’s legs, causing him to face plant on the mat. Frost looks up, still on his knees, and takes a vicious kick to the chest, causing him to fall backwards. Frost’s legs are tucked underneath him, and he has no choice but to move forward, taking another blast to the chest from Vinaldi’s foot. Drake looks around at a wild, cheering crowd, pounds the mat, and goes for the Killing Blow, but Frost ducks under, grabbing Vinaldi into position… Dragon Suplex! He pulls Drake up and delivers a HUGE release German Suplex! Holy SH*T! both men are giving it their all. Frost staggers a bit before ultimately collapsing to the canvas, and both men are out, with the fans cheering madly.
A “This is awesome” chant breaks out, and what the hell, I’m joining in. This action is insane. Frost is first to rise, making a cover and getting only two before Vinaldi kicks out WITH AUTHORITAH. Frost pulls Vinaldi up, trying to apply a front facelock, but Vinaldi suddenly shoves Frost away and delivers a NASTY Mongolian Chop, striking Frost in both shoulders. Frost drops to a knee, writhing in pain, and Vinaldi lunges forward with a Shotei palm strike, driving Frost into the turnbuckles with inhuman force! Vinaldi grabs Frost and whips him across the ring. He prepares himself, then cartwheels, looking for the Tidal Crush, but Frost quickly spins out of the way, allowing Vinaldi to trip up in the ropes. Vinaldi frees himself and sees Frost running for him, so he does what comes naturally – kicks him in the f*cking face with a VICIOUS kappou kick! Frost flies about seven or eight feet across the ring after the kick, landing upside-down in the turnbuckles, unconscious as the eye can tell, and Vinaldi breathes heavily, lying on the mat.
The fans are going apesh*t, and I think Frost’s brain’s just been scrambled. Vinaldi finally gets to Frost, but rather than go for a cover, opts to stomp on his face a few times. Frost gets to a knee; Vinaldi runs to the opposite ropes and comes back, looking for a Shining Wizard, but Frost ducks under. Vinaldi thinks quickly, nailing BLACK MAGIC! Frost takes the kick to the back of the head and slumps down to the mat. Vinaldi rolls him over to a cover, but Seth is able to get a foot on the lower rope at two. Drake continues working over Frost, delivering some kicks to his head, and lifts him up, setting up a vertical suplex. Frost blocks with punches to the stomach and lifts Vinaldi before draping him gut-first on the top rope. Vinaldi rides uncomfortably for a moment before Frost does something uncharacteristic: he springs off the middle rope and delivers a nice dropkick to the head, sending Vinaldi spiraling out of the ring!
Frost runs to the opposite side of the ring, coming back with at tope con hilo! He wipes out Vinaldi on the floor, getting some loud cheers from the crowd. Great move. The ref administers the count, getting to five before Frost rolls back inside the ring and promptly rolls back out to break the count. Frost lifts Vinaldi and whips him into the steel barrier, emitting a sickening thud from the collision. Frost charges Vinaldi, but the Sicilian Shooter flapjacks him onto the guardrail! Holy sh*t, Frost could’ve broken some ribs there! Vinaldi grabs Frost, and they’re coming right in front of me now – I’ve got some kick ass seats. Frost breaks the grip – HUGE chop from Frost, lighting up Vinaldi’s chest. Drake returns the favor, striking Frost with his palm. The two begin exchanging forearms and chops, and they’re going batsh*t here! The ref is at eight, and these two better get their asses back in the ring! They look at each other, realizing they’re about to get double DQ’ed and slide into the ring in stereo.
The fans applaud the insane action here, and they’re not even close to being done. Frost delivers another vicious chop to Vinaldi’s chest, backing him into the ropes. He hooks Vinaldi’s arms over the rope and fires off yet another chop to the chest, before Vinaldi lifts himself up and kicks Frost right in the face! Frost staggers off, holding the side of his head, and Vinaldi runs past him, springing off the middle rope with a springboard enzuigiri! Frost goes down in a heap and is in all sorts of trouble. Seth tries to get to his feet, but gets a boot to the stomach for the effort. Vinaldi goes onto the apron, trying a springboard, but Frost cuts him off with a forearm to the face. He goes for a wild swing, but Drake blocks it and kicks him in the gut between the ropes. Seth doubles over again, and Vinaldi quickly sticks him between the middle and top ropes before kicking the LIVING SH*T OUT OF HIM! JESUS H. CHRIST! All the fans are chanting “HOLY SH*T!” after that one, and Frost is bent over the middle rope now completely. Vinaldi ascends the turnbuckles with ease before preparing. Frost starts to get a bit of life in him, looking upward, out toward the crowd… most of whom feels great concern for his well being, but before he can get a hint of warning, Vinaldi drives his boots into Frost’s skull with the Lunatic High! Frost flips up-side down, but his legs are stiff as a board, which saves him from tumbling out of the ring. He flips backwards from the force – Remember, kids; physics tell us that for every action, there is an equal, but opposite reaction. Frost slumps down and falls inside the ring, out of it completely, and Vinaldi rests on the apron. He quickly springs to the top rope… and drives both feet into Seth Frost’s chest! ANOTHER LUNATIC HIGH! Vinaldi makes no haste in hooking the leg, getting a three count on the downed Seth Frost.
Winner: Drake Vinaldi via Pinfall at 20:11
The fans are on their feet, pounding the barriers, trying to get Frost back up. Seth takes a while getting to his feet, and the referee makes sure he verbally states he can continue. Vinaldi and Frost prepare themselves, with Frost being the one who’s worse for wear, obviously. The bell rings, and match two begins. Frost is now 0-2 against Drake Vinaldi, while Vinaldi could ruin Frost’s claims at being the best wrestler in the business tonight if he remains undefeated against him. Nobody has taken this much offense to Seth Frost, and quite frankly, I’m not sure if Frost even knows how to counter the brutal force of Drake Vinaldi. Vinaldi, now at three consecutive wins in PWW, is the most dominant man on the roster.
Vinaldi moves in for some kicks, but Frost has them scouted this time, quickly grabbing him with a snapmare takeover. He begins viciously chopping the back of Vinaldi’s neck and head, causing some annoyance for the Sicilian Shooter. Drake turns to grab a leg and go for a take down, but Frost pulls a page out of his book, grabbing Vinaldi by his hair and delivering rapid, vicious kicks in succession to the front of his face! Vinaldi tries to cover up, but Frost switches, grabbing Vinaldi into a front chancery and driving nasty knees into his face. Blood begins to drip from under Vinaldi’s face, splattering on the canvas, and it looks as though Vinaldi’s nose has been busted badly. Frost throws some uppercuts under Vinaldi’s face, really opening the cut up. Drake gets to his feet, trying to kick at Frost, but Seth grabs his leg and delivers a dragon screw leg whip, before rolling into a jackknife pin for a two count. Vinaldi wraps his arms around Frost and lifts up, turning Frost over. He attempts a powerbomb, but Seth counters into an impressive huracarrana! Frost holds the pin, getting a two count before Vinaldi escapes.
Seth grabs Drake and knees him in the gut. He grabs him into a Muay Thai clinch, really utilizing those knees to the face again… and Vinaldi is looking mighty weak for a man who just scored a pinfall. Frost has found the kink in Vinaldi’s armor, going to work on the face with strikes of his own. Frost grabs Vinaldi, lifts him… and SPIKES him to the canvas with a SICK BRAINBUSTER! Frost hooks the leg… one, two, NO! Vinaldi shoots a shoulder up, and Frost is beside himself!
Seth is muttering something or other, as Vinaldi is slow to his feet. Frost lunges across the ring right away, leaping into the air with a crazy knee strike to the skull, sending Vinaldi down, into the lower part of the corner. Frost places his foot against Vinaldi’s face… and delivers a degrading boot scrape! He kicks away at Vinaldi’s lacerated flesh, causing blood to ooze and squirt out of every pore! Frost lifts Vinaldi, placing him on the top rope. He climbs to the middle, setting up for a superplex, but opts to go for it all… Frost moves to the top rope, setting up a superplex from that position, but Drake gets some body blows in, stunning Frost, who’s exasperated from trying to finish Vinaldi off once and for all. Drake delivers a chop to Frost’s leg, causing him to fall on the turnbuckle. He knees Frost in the face, sending him back into a tree of woe, while Vinaldi stands on the top turnbuckle.
Drake grinds his foot into Frost’s knee, and Seth goes to grab it, but before he can, Vinaldi leaps off… and MISSES the Lunatic High! Frost manages to quickly fall back into the tree of woe just in time, but Vinaldi finds him in an even more precarious position, delivering a baseball slide dropkick to Frost’s face. Seth may have just harmed and saved himself at the same time. Vinaldi makes a cover; blood dripping is profusely from his face now. Frost kicks out at two, miraculously. Drake lifts Seth, setting up for a Fisherman’s Driver, but Seth blocks, driving a few uppercuts into the possibly broken nose of the Sicilian Shooter! He grabs Vinaldi… CYROSHOCK! He nails it perfectly and hooks the legs… one, two, thre—NO! Drake Vinaldi is NOT HUMAN! He is not of OUR DNA!
Seth Frost is pissed off as all hell, and proceeds to drive elbow after elbow after elbow into Vinaldi’s skull. Drake tries to get up, but Frost rolls him into a crucifix pin, getting a two count before Drake kicks out. Frost keeps the crucifix on, using MMA elbows to try to knock Vinaldi out! Drake manages to hook a leg around the bottom rope to force a break, but the damage has been done. Vinaldi gets to his feet, stumbling about, and Frost drills him to the mat with a leaping enzuigiri to the face! Vinaldi falls, and Frost applies the Cryonic Sleeper! CRYONIC SLEEPER! VINALDI IS GOING INTO HIBERNATION! The ref checks Drake, who is obviously out, and calls for the bell! SWEET JESUS, SETH FROST HAS DONE IT! HE’S WON A FALL ON DRAKE VINALDI!
Winner: Seth Frost via Knockout at 28:37
The ref gives Vinaldi plenty of breathing room, waiting for the signal to continue. Vinaldi gives it to him, and Seth goes psycho, charging Vinaldi, but Drake quickly kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over and sending him on a crazy frenzy of flips into the corner! Frost gets to his feet, spins around, and takes a high kick to the face! Vinaldi runs to the ropes, rapidly returns with a Ganmengiri kick, and both men are out on the mat. The fans are pounding the barriers now, and Vinaldi and Frost are slow to their feet. Frost chops Drake in the chest, lighting him up, and Vinaldi returns the favor. Frost does another chop to the chest, causing Drake to back off. Frost fires two more chops to the chest, turning Vinaldi red, and delivers a few forearms to the face. He grabs the Sicilian Shooter and drives him to the canvas with a snap suplex, floating over to a pin for a two count.
Frost pulls Vinaldi up and tries for another suplex, but Drake blocks, driving some shots to the ribs of his adversary. He kicks Frost a few times in the legs, wearing out his knees, before running to the ropes and returning with a Busaiku Knee Kick! Frost takes the full hit in the face, sending him on a full rotation before crashing on the mat! Vinaldi drags Frost toward the corner, setting him up before climbing to the top rope… He’s going for yet another Lunatic High, but Frost gets up and cuts off Vinaldi at the path! Vinaldi sits on the turnbuckle, and Frost climbs. Seth is going for an Avalanche Brainbuster to end it all, but Vinaldi blocks it, lifts him… AND SNUFFS FROST OUT! BOTH MEN ARE DEAD!!
Vinaldi is lying on the mat, out of it, and Frost is clutching his head. Vinaldi slowly inches toward Frost… but Seth wisely pulls on the ropes, getting out of the ring, and he falls to the floor with a loud thud. Drake sighs, realizing the opportunity may be lost. The ref gets to an eight count before Frost slowly pulls himself back into the ring, using the ropes to step through. Vinaldi goes for a high kick, but Frost ducks under and delivers a Dragon Suplex, bridging back for a two count. He pulls Vinaldi up and tries to apply the Cryonic Sleeper! Vinaldi manages to grab the ropes, forcing a break of Frost’s patented submission hold. Lucky him.
Vinaldi throws a kick to Frost’s midsection, causing him to drop to his knees, and he quickly goes for the Killing Blow, but Frost ducks under! He trips Vinaldi’s legs up and locks on the Hypothermic Blitz! VINALDI’S TRAPPED! Frost is choking him out with the half nelson and keeping him at bay with the inverted sharpshooter! Vinaldi is slowly fading… and he’s gone! The ref calls for the bell!
Winner: Seth Frost via Passout at 33:59
The fans give the two individuals a round of applause for a hellacious contest. Vinaldi has collapsed onto the canvas again, breathing exhaustedly after a tremendous match. The referee raises his hand, and the two combatants eventually shake, embracing the artwork they’ve just created. But Frost looks a bit pissed at the fact he lost to Drake Vinaldi once more…
KANSHI’s warrior prowess is exceeded by his ego. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507799)
Match five:
KANSHI versus Matt Woodson
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Matt Woodson plans to ruin KANSHI’s plan of making an impressive debut here in PWW, but the self-proclaimed Perfect Warrior appears focused going into the bout. The two do a brief handshake before moving into a lock up. Woodson uses his strength advantage to force KANSHI into the corner. The ref has Woodson back away, but KANSHI, ever the opportunist, fires some low kicks to Woodson’s legs. Woodson quickly evens the playing field with a chop to the chest. KANSHI holds his chest… then grins, and fires a stiff chop of his own. It escalates to a few chops exchanged, with Woodson finally firing a knee to the gut. Matthew bodyslams KANSHI to the ground before dropping a jumping elbow to the chest. He makes a cover for two. Woodson works over KANSHI, using some low impact blows to keep him on the defensive. Matt lets KANSHI get to his feet before he delivers a few clubbing blows to his back and sends him off to the ropes, going for a clothesline. KANSHI ducks under and nails an enzuigiri to Woodson’s back. Matt staggers forward, grabbing the rope to brace himself.
The Perfect Warrior attempts a high kick, but Woodson ducks under and quickly grabs him with the Full House! Woodson makes a cover, but KANSHI gets the shoulder up JUST in the nick of time. Woodson stays on KANSHI, using some more blows to the back, but he gets a bit cocky, going for the Ace of Spades without having KANSHI sufficiently weakened. KANSHI switches the move at its peak, changing into the Clubbed 2 Death! Woodson staggers about, stunned as all hell from the powerful blow, before KANSHI springs off the ropes with a Ganmengiri kick! Woodson goes down, and KANSHI delivers a standing double stomp to the chest, before signaling for the end. He pulls Woodson up, but Woodson drives his head into KANSHI’s midsection, at least buying himself some time. Woodson attempts to drive KANSHI to the canvas with a Shellshock, but KANSHI blocks it and counters into an STO. Woodson tries to get to his feet, but takes a high kick to the head for his effort, followed by a second Clubbed 2 Death! The fans applaud the brutal maneuver, and KANSHI makes the cover, getting his first victory here in PWW.
Winner: KANSHI via Pinfall at 7:45
Blake Straker is a changed man… for the better. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507538)
…but Nicolas Smirnov’s vices are still in full effect. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507628)
Match six:
Roderick Brookes versus Tyler Hart
Exhibition: Pure Wrestling
Match Coverage by Dean
Tyler Hart has a few words to say before things get kicked off (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507674). He’s ready for action tonight, according to his speech, but as Roderick Brookes makes his way to the ring, it would appear he’s prepared as well, as he stares on menacingly. Hart takes his shirt off and throws it toward the area of the ring Brookes is trying to enter, messing with his mind a bit and making him throw the shirt out. This is the first pure wrestling match in PWW, and I’m pretty excited to see the standard set high. The referee goes over the rules for the fans and the wrestlers alike. This is going to be good – I can feel it. Both men look like they’re ready to let it all hang out here, and what better place to do that than Pro Wrestling Warriors? After the action I watched last week, I can’t name a wrestling promotion on the planet where wrestlers are allowed to do this much and work this style.
It’s interesting to note that both Hart and Brookes wrestle a very distinct style among other wrestlers, but when it comes down to comparing the two, they are heavily similar. Hart utilizes submission holds and a British Lucharesu style of wrestling, while Brookes implements a lot of submissions and impact moves for a blend of European catching and hooking with the Japanese strong style. Enough of my own commentary and research; the match has begun! Hart and Brookes move into the handshake and quickly convert to a collar and elbow tie-up. Hart goes behind and scores a takedown, floating over nicely to a front chancery. Brookes battles to a vertical base and shoves Hart into the corner, where Hart removes his hands and keeps them high, making sure not to touch the ropes for a break. Brookes starts to back off… but viciously slaps Hart in the face, eliciting boos from the crowd! What a sign of disgrace! Hart comes out of the corner, shoving Brookes, but Brookes fires back with a nasty chop to the chest. …And now, at the entrance curtain, Darius Falcon is shown watching the match. Hmm. I wonder what his interest is between these two.
Roderick whips Tyler into the opposite corner, charging for a big lariat, but Tyler gets a boot up before climbing to the middle rope and flying off with a back elbow, cracking Brookes right in the jaw as he turns around. Brookes goes down hart, checking on the jaw, and Tyler pounces on him with a cover; he barely gets a two count. Brookes powers out and gets back to his feet, catching a slap to the face from Tyler. Payback from earlier, I’d imagine; and Brookes returns the favor with another chop to the chest, lighting Hart up. Hart swings for a clothesline, but Brookes ducks under and catches him with an explosive belly to back suplex. Hart gets on his knees, holding his neck in pain, and Brookes attacks like a shark to blood, clubbing the back of his head repeatedly with vicious forearm shots. Tyler catches Brookes with a few shots to the midsection, but Brookes delivers a tremendous knee to his adversary’s skull that sends him down to the mat in a heap.
Brookes rolls Tyler into position for a cover, but only gets a two before a shoulder shoots up. Brookes lifts Hart, attempting a belly-to-belly suplex, but Tyler counters by wrapping his legs around Roderick’s midsection and driving some forearms into his face. Brookes falls backwards, landing on the mat, and Tyler has a full mount, raining down with a series of vicious elbows and forearms to the face. Brookes tries to get out, but Tyler has him pinned, so Brookes grabs the rope to escape further damage to his skull.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 1
Tyler Hart: 1
Falcon nods, still watching the match from his location. Meanwhile in the ring, Hart gives Brookes all the breathing room he needs to assure no disqualification during the break, but also no cheap attacks from Roderick. The two get back to a vertical stance, and Roderick’s face is pretty red right now… Those shots looked quite stiff from Hart. Brookes goes for a lock up, and Hart tries to scoop under, looking for a Northern Lights Suplex… but Brookes counters with vicious knees! OUCH! Brookes grabs Hart by his hair and just drives knees into his face with no regard for his safety! Hart eventually falls to the mat, covering up. He rolls out of the ring to get a break, and the referee warns Brookes not to grab the hair. Roderick tries to pursue Hart, but the ref holds him back. Hart stays out till a count of six before getting back into the ring, with no interference from Roderick. Hart feigns a lock up before delivering a nasty European Uppercut to Brookes. Brookes looks stunned for a fraction of a second, but quickly fires off his own Euro Uppercut, sending Hart into the ropes from the impact, his neck snapping back… Ouch. Hart comes forward, looking for a chop, but Brookes fires first, nailing a second STIFF European Uppercut! Hart falls to his knees, holding his jaw, but Brookes lifts him up and delivers a third, nasty uppercut, and Hart’s mouth has been busted open! Brookes grabs Hart again, by the back of his head, and fires quick, repeated forearm strikes to his face… one after another, in rapid succession, with no remorse. Blood spatters on the mat as Hart’s lip begins to swell, and Brookes looks on admiringly at his work. He grabs Hart into position for an STO, but elbows to the side of the head allow Hart to counter the hold and reverse into a uranage backbreaker! The fans applaud as Brookes falls to the mat and Hart rests.
I’ve got about 300 people around me chanting, “Let’s go Hart!” as the downed Alabama native is crawling toward the ropes, pulling himself up. Brookes grabs Hart from behind, delivering a German Suplex with a bridge, but only gets a two count on him. Hart kicks out with authority and flips back onto his feet, grabbing Brookes around the neck… BEAST CHOKER! Hart applies the Beast Choker, and Brookes is scrambling to get out of this dreaded submission hold! The excruciating expression of anguish on his face tells the tale of a misguided suplex, and Brookes is unable to get out without using the ropes, putting his foot on the lower one nearest him to break the hold.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 0
Brookes has used two rope breaks, but Hart is by far the worse for wear, losing more blood by each second. The crimson plasma on the black canvas mirrors the design on Tyler Hart’s t-shirt as he’s probably wondering just what he’s gotten himself into. He grabs Brookes to follow up after his submission, but Brookes fires another vicious European Uppercut! Hart nearly falls, but Brookes grabs him for a second one, and I THINK A TOOTH JUST FLEW OUT! JESUS CHRIST! Brookes runs off the opposite ropes and comes back with a tremendous roaring elbow that sends Hart down to the mat, and he’s OUT COLD! The fans are on their feet, pounding the barriers, and yelling at Brookes to go for a cover… Brookes slowly positions himself on Hart… one, two, thr—NO! Hart gets his foot on the rope, using one of his rope breaks…
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 1
Shocked as hell, Brookes pulls Hart up and delivers a vicious neckwrench backbreaker, dropping Hart’s back across his own… Hart falls to the mat, holding his jaw and back in pain. Brookes rolls Hart onto his front and applies a camel clutch, really wrenching on the neck, screaming at Hart to tap out. Hart is mumbling something, and it sounds like he said his jaw is dislocated… Brookes wrenches back on the hold even further, and Hart starts to try to battle out, getting onto his knees. He manages to break the grasp of Brookes’ hands by biting them! You’ve gotta do everything you can… and Hart is out of the hold, getting to his feet, and firing chop after chop to Brookes, stunning the bigger man. Brookes gets backed into a corner, and Hart unleashes a series of chops and slaps before firing off an enzuigiri that sends both men down to the mat!
The referee begins his count, and both men are motionless. He gets to three, and still, Hart and Brookes are prone on the canvas. He gets to six, and Hart finally stirs, pulling himself up… Brookes follows shortly thereafter, getting to his feet. Hart runs from the ropes, delivering a HUGE lariat! Brookes goes down, and Hart makes it to the cover… One, two, NO! Brookes gets a shoulder up. Hart slowly gets to his feet, yelling at Brookes to do the same. Brookes walks into a slap… another slap… a third slap! Hart goes for a discus lariat, but Brookes ducks under and grabs him with a HUMUNGOUS DRAGON SUPLEX! HOLY SH*T!
The fans are going insane as Hart’s neck snaps forward when he crashes on the canvas! Hart convulses as Brookes breathes heavily, trying to get his wind back… It’s those damn cigarettes! Brookes slowly gets the cover, but Hart kicks out at two and three quarters! Brookes pulls Hart up, applying a sleeper hold. He rocks Hart back and forth to try to sway him into unconsciousness. Brookes slowly brings Hart down to the mat, cutting off the oxygen supply to the brain… Hart is out. The ref moves in and lifts his arm… and it drops. He lifts it a second time, and it drops again. He lifts it a third, and… Hart is fighting back – slowly but surely, Tyler Hart is battling back from the brink of unconsciousness! Brookes quickly and wisely applies a body scissors to drain even more energy from Hart and immobilize him. Hart reaches out, trying to grab the ropes… and finally succeeds, getting the break! The ref counts down, and Brookes breaks at four, disappointed.
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 2
Roderick grabs Hart’s legs and tries to apply No Cure For Cancer, but Hart manages to get out… only to get caught into a leg lock… Brookes grabs Hart’s hands, pulls him up, and delivers the Curb Stomp! The fans groan at the sick impact of the move, and Roderick goes for a cover. Hart gets a shoulder up at two and a half, and is lucky to do so. Brookes slowly lifts Hart, firing another STIFF as hell Euro Uppercut, and Hart’s neck snaps back. He isn’t with it at all, and frankly, I’m shocked and impressed at Brookes’ ability to control the match. Brookes grabs Hart and boots him in the stomach, pulling him in front, and setting up for a huge move. Roderick lifts Tyler onto his shoulder, setting up a one-shoulder powerbomb, but Hart manages to slip out; I don’t know if it was his limp body sliding out of the grasp, or if Hart is fighting back, but he escaped what could’ve been the final blow to end this contest! Brookes turns around to grab Hart, but finds himself taking two boots to the face from a dropkick, sending Roderick down to the canvas hard!
Hart has gotten a second wind for himself, pounding his chest. He grabs the rising Brookes and boots him right in the face, sending him staggering toward the corner. Brookes grabs Hart by the arm and twists it, flipping him to the canvas. He wraps his arm around and drops it to the mat with a unique armbreaker. Brookes holds his arm, shaking it in pain, and Hart grabs it again, this time dropping a knee on the joint and rolling Brookes over. Tyler tucks the arm and applies a unique arm submission, pulling back on Brookes’ elbow! Brookes looks like he’s going to tap, but he manages to get to a somewhat standing position and fire off some elbows to Brookes’ gut with his free arm.
Brookes grabs Hart by the neck and thrusts a knee into his gut. Hart gets stunned for a moment, loosing his grip of the elbow lock, and finds himself on the mat after a sick STO. Hart looks dazed, and Brookes takes advantage, pulling him to his feet and delivering the one-shoulder powerbomb he looked for earlier! Hart bounces off the mat and folds up from the impact… Brookes rolls him onto his shoulders and makes the cover, but Hart’s foot gets on the rope!
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 2
Tyler Hart: 3
Brookes is in absolute disbelief, and decides it’s time to finish things off… after all, there’s no cure for CANCER! Brookes grabs Hart’s legs, trying to apply the leglock part of his dreaded submission finisher, but Hart fires off, quickly grabbing Brookes’ legs and getting to his own two feet. Hart grabs Brookes… and locks on the Texas Funeral! Hart is too weak to hold the grip properly, and Brookes manages to get out and to the ropes, forcing the hold off, and saving a lot of torment…
Rope Breaks Exhausted:
Roderick Brookes: 3
Tyler Hart: 3
Both men have been battling for nearly half an hour now, and they are absolutely exhausted. Brookes gets to his feet, holding his back and neck from the wear and tear of the contest, and it seems that Hart’s lip wound has sealed up. Brookes kicks Hart in the forehead, sending him down to the mat again. He drives a few elbows into his spine, wearing out the back, and lifts him for a German Suplex, but Hart blocks it with his leg and counters with a back elbow to the face. Brookes staggers back, and Hart rests near the ropes. Brookes gets his wits about him and charges with all his strength for a tackle through the ropes, but Hart grabs the top rope and pulls down, causing Brookes to… get caught between the middle and top ropes! HOLY SH*T! Brookes’ neck is caught between the ropes, and they’re choking the life out of him! Brookes’ body hangs limply inside the ring as his neck is trapped between the two ropes. Hart steps over Brookes and grabs his legs, applying an elevated Boston Crab! Brookes signals submission as he’s being choked and having his back stretched at the same time, and holding on now would be FATAL.
Winner: Tyler Hart via Submission at 38:12
My God, that was a brutal battle between two of the best up and comers in wrestling. Hart showed why he’s been critically exclaimed for being the best wrestler for his age, and Roderick Brookes once again proves that Irish men maybe the toughest bastards on the face of the planet… It takes a whole crew of officials to get Brookes neck from out of the ropes, and both Roderick and Tyler are fatigued greatly.
They move to the center of the ring and shake hands, and I think it’s safe to say… there’s a lot of respect for these two from the fans and between these two after their war tonight. Hopefully, this won’t be the last time we see these two go head to head. The entire crowd is on its feet, applauding for a hell of a bout between two future superstars. Hart and Brookes walk away from this blood-spattered canvas knowing they’ve truly created a work of art tonight.
Darius Falcon applauds from the entrance area, acknowledging the talents of these two wrestlers, and leaves for the backstage area, most likely to go prepare for his bout with Cavallo.
Bloodied, bruised, battered and bent on winning. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=507859)
Match seven:
Blake Straker versus Nicolas Smirnov
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
A quick handshake gets this one started; neither man is willing to give up ground in the beginning. The Greco-Roman tie-up gets things started with hostility. Push comes to shove, and Straker gets the better, backing Smirnov into the corner. After a count from the ref, Straker releases, patting Smirnov on the chest and backing away. Smirnov looks a bit angered by this, and goes into the next lock-up with vengeance, quickly throwing Straker down to the mat. Smirnov applies a side headlock, but Straker grabs his arm and slowly twists out, applying a top wristlock. He fishhooks Smirnov on the other side, bringing him down to the mat, and quickly releases the hold before the referee can see. Straker pulls Smirnov’s arm into an arm wrench position before driving the point of the elbow into the mat repeatedly, slamming it over and over again against the canvas. Smirnov reacts defensively and grabs Straker’s leg and delivers a nice legwhip to take him down. He attempts to apply a Boston Crab, but Straker reverses into a twisting victory roll, getting a two count before Smirnov kicks out.
Nicolas gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Straker grabs the arm, tucking it under his own, and twists behind him with a modified hammerlock submission. He again fishhooks Smirnov, this time to bring him down to a body scissors while pulling back on the arm. Smirnov slowly crawls toward the ropes, maneuvering himself just right to not stretch his arm. He hooks his free arm around the rope, and Straker breaks. Straker tells Smirnov to get up, and Nicolas looks pissed off as hell, coming out swinging. He doubles Straker over with a spinning back elbow to the sternum. Smirnov applies a cravat submission, working on Straker’s neck. Blake realizes he’s in quite the pickle here, trying to grab the ropes, but Smirnov does a good job of using the neck to control the entire body. Blake eventually uses his size advantage to wrap his arms around Smirnov and hoist him into the air, driving him into the canvas with a sideways backdrop driver! The fans applaud following the sickening thud that Smirnov makes when he lands, and Straker rests his neck for a moment. He lifts Smirnov, but Nicolas shocks everyone by firing a tremendous European Uppercut at Straker, catching him right in the jaw. Straker falls back into the ropes, almost out of the ring, but he catches himself. Smirnov runs to the opposite side, coming back with a Cactus Clothesline, sending both men over the top rope and to the outside floor!
The fans are really loud now, and the action is getting a lot closer. Straker is taking a breather while crawling on the floor, and Smirnov puts a few boots in his ribs. Bow before me, peasant! Smirnov raises his arms, eliciting boos from the Philly crowd, and one fan throws a plastic beer cup at him. Nicolas steps out of the way to avoid it. I drink only the finest liqueurs, you tasteless swine! Smirnov places a boot in the ear of Straker, wounding him further. He rolls Straker back inside and follows in himself, scaling to the middle rope. Straker starts to get to his feet, but Nicolas flies off with a spinning back elbow, taking Blake down again. Smirnov makes the cover, counting along with the referee, but gets only two. Smirnov gets to his feet, ready to threaten the referee, but remembers Commandments II and III and opts not to.
Nicolas lifts Blake, driving a clubbing elbow to the back of his head. Straker looks in trouble here, and Smirnov runs to the ropes, coming back with a nicely placed boot under the chin. Straker is stunned, and Smirnov quickly grabs him with a nicely done Russian Leg Sweep! He floats over to a cover and hooks the leg… one, two, thr—NO! Straker gets a shoulder up and looks a bit psyched up. Smirnov is in shock, and he quickly grabs Straker, scooping him for his finisher, the Last Drink, but the Lizard King slips out and drills Smirnov’s neck into the canvas with a Tiger Suplex! He bridges for a pin, getting two, before Smirnov kicks out. Straker keeps the arms hooked and goes on top of Straker, pinning him face-first to the mat. He takes one of his arms and wraps it around Smirnov’s face before interlocking his hands… Crossface Chickenwing! The Lizard King applies a painful submission hold, and Smirnov is kicking, making sure he stays out of the body scissors. Smirnov gets to a seated position and manages to get his foot on the rope, getting a lucky break.
Straker lets go, getting to his feet, slapping himself in the face a few times, as the fans pound the barrier, trying to rally Straker as well. Smirnov turns around, walking right into the Soul-Crusher! Straker wastes no time in applying a jujigatame armbreaker afterwards, really wrenching on the joint of Smirnov, trying to hyperextend the elbow! Smirnov tries to roll out, but Straker begins scraping his face with the boot. Nicolas rolls onto his front, locking his arms together, and attempts lifting Straker, but Blake quickly unwraps his leg and locks it around Nicolas’ neck, applying a triangle choke! Smirnov has nowhere to go and is draining fast. He taps almost instantly to the submission, giving Straker an impressive victory, and really showcasing the skills of both men.
Winner: Blake Straker via Submission at 19:25
Following the match, the Plasma Screen shows Haynes bitching about his losses. James Simpson walks by, overhearing the conversation, and stops.
Michael Haynes:
Man, it’s BS. PWW Management is out to get me; Lil Finga was right all along.
Unbeknownst to Haynes, Simpson’s heard everything.
James Simpson:
Well, if you are so unhappy here, I guess you can join the same fate as Lil Finga. You’re fired until you improve. Now get out of my building!
Haynes sighs, leaving the premises as Simpson walks over to a nearby concession stand.
James Simpson:
Yeah, I want a cheese steak… oh, and a kid’s size Lizard King shirt for my niece. She loves Straker.
Simpson indulges in his cheese steak sub as we go back to the ring for our main event.
Main Event:
Rob Cavallo versus Darius Falcon
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
It’s pretty obvious who the fan favorite is from the get-go, with chants of “Cavallo” filling the entire National Guard Armory here in Philly. Falcon gives Cavallo a nonchalant slap of the hand, and the bell is rung. Falcon is pretty blatant about his feelings toward Cavallo, spitting on the mat in front of him. Cavallo looks down, and Falcon quickly pounces, clubbing him in the neck with repeated, vicious shots. Neither man has taken off his entrance gear yet, and this match is already going. Falcon takes his entrance cloak off, throwing it out of the ring, and throws some more stiff shots to the back of Cavallo. He whips Cavallo off to the ropes, going for a clothesline on his return, but Rob ducks under, springs off the opposite ropes, and connects with a crossbody. The fans pop, and Cavallo gets to his feet, taking off the PWW t-shirt he wore to the ring, getting a lot of cheers from the female fans in attendance – all six of them.
Falcon bails for ringside and gets out of the ring. Cavallo sees his chance, running to the opposite side, and coming back with an amazing tope con hilo that sends both men crashing into the metal barricade! The fans go nuts for the action and the fact it’s so close. Cavallo gets to his feet, pounding Falcon with punches and kicks. Falcon eventually grabs Rob by his legs and drops him onto the guardrail with a hotshot. Rob’s trachea collides with the tip of the steel, giving him a lot of trouble fast. Falcon runs to the apron, jumps off, and nails a spinning heel kick to Cavallo’s back, sending him up and over the steel guardrail, and into the front row of chairs, which had been abandoned just a second earlier. Falcon grins and tells all the fans to move out of the way. He climbs to the apron again, but this time faces toward the ring. Falcon springs off the top rope, doing a huge flip and getting some awesome airtime, nailing a super asai moonsault on the stunned Rob Cavallo, and both men crash through the third row of chairs in the crowd.
The fans pat Rob on the back and flip Falcon off, but neither man can care about the people in attendance at the moment. It’s all about the match to them. Falcon grabs some chairs and throws them out of the way before he picks Cavallo up and slams him on the exposed floor. Rob grabs his back in pain, and Falcon wisely goes back to the ring, rolling in and out quickly to break up the count at eight. Darius jumps onto the guardrail, preparing for another highflying move, but Cavallo swiftly kicks him in the legs, taking them out from under him. Falcon crotches himself on the guardrail and is in an immense amount of pain… ouch. I feel for you, Darius. I think every guy on the planet can. Cavallo grabs a couple of steel chairs, setting them up near the guardrail and steps on them. He grabs Darius’ legs, putting them so they’re facing the ring, and grabs him by the head, leaping over the guardrail with a modified Back to the Future attempt, but Falcon grips onto the steel guardrail to prevent it! Cavallo lands on the mats this time, fortunately for him, but it still takes its toll.
Falcon takes a breather before throwing Cavallo into the ring. Darius opts to take to the skies, getting to the top rope and attempting a frog splash, but Cavallo gets out of the way, causing Falcon to do a face plant on the mat. Cavallo gets up, shaking like a madman, and the fans are behind him. Falcon turns towards him, taking a right, a left, and a spinning back kick to the midsection. Cavallo runs to the ropes, springs off the middle one, leaps to the top, and delivers an amazing twisting Halo, wiping out Falcon! Lots of applause for that, and why the hell not? It was a sick ass move. Cavallo makes the cover, but he only gets two before Falcon shoots a shoulder up. Rob goes to the top rope again, setting up for another high risk move, but Falcon cuts him off, crotching him, and getting some retribution for earlier when Cavallo did the same to him. The King of Rock is in trouble now as Falcon prepares… and successfully delivers a nasty superplex from the middle rope, sending both men to the canvas in a heap.
Falcon stirs after a few moments of resting and makes the cover – one, two, th—Rob shoots the shoulder up! The fans cheer and begin chanting “King of Rock!” in attempts to rally Rob. Falcon pulls Cavallo up, but Rob shoves him away before delivering a slap to the face, a slap to the other side, and a spinning high kick that sends Falcon reeling into the ropes and spilling to the outside. Cavallo holds his back, still feeling the effects of Falcon’s offense. He runs to the opposite side of the ring, coming back for another suicide dive, but Falcon leaps onto the apron and drives a knee right into Cavallo’s head! OUCH! Modified Shining Wizard from Falcon, and Rob spills through the ropes to the outside floor. Falcon jumps off the apron with a great moonsault onto Rob, squashing him on the floor! Falcon gets up, full of himself, holding his arms up, and the fans boo. One fan goes as far to throw some empty cigarette packs at Falcon, who in turn grabs Cavallo and shoves the pack into his mouth. The fans boo, but Falcon doesn’t give a sh*t. He whips The Prodigy into the crowd guardrail, working on his back even more. Falcon grabs Cavallo by his side and Russian Leg Sweeps him into the steel, causing further trauma for his already weakened back!
Falcon throws Cavallo back into the ring and makes a cover, but Rob gets a foot on the rope, and Falcon slaps him in the face a few times afterwards. Falcon grabs the top rope, setting up a springboard moonsault, but Rob has enough wits about him to grab his foot, pulling him down. Falcon kicks Rob a few times afterwards, wearing him down. Falcon jumps to the top rope this time, but Cavallo leaps up, shoving him off, causing Falcon to fall and smack his head off the guardrail! JESUS CHRIST! The fans gasp and actually fall silent, as… I don’t think that was planned. Jesus Christ, man. Rob looks out, almost as if to see if he killed Falcon… but Darius’ hand soon stirs, so the fans begin chants of “HOLY SH*T!”, realizing he’s not dead. Falcon’s forehead has been busted open, and blood is dripping all over the outside as he slowly crawls toward the ring. Falcon grabs the apron, pulling himself up to its edge… only to look up and see Rob Cavallo jump onto the top rope and take Falcon out with a 450 Suicida! HOLY SH*T! “PWW!” chants fill the arena’s every crevice, and both Rob and Darius are wiped out on the outside. A few moments pass, and the referee is very lenient in his count. He gets to seven as Cavallo rolls into the ring, and to nine when Falcon follows, bleeding all over the place.
Rob sees Falcon is wounded and delivers a spiraling legdrop to the back of his head, oozing more blood out. Rob rolls Falcon over, making the cover, but the Eye of Epiphany miraculously kicks out. Hmm, guess I shouldn’t say miraculously, or I’ll get a fifteen-minute lecture from him over the lack of miracles and the abundance of coincidences. Cavallo motions for the end, grabbing Darius for a Time Traveler, but Falcon counters with some weak shots to the back of his head. Falcon runs to the ropes ahead of him, looking for a clothesline of sorts, but Rob counters with a Rydeen Bomb! Falcon smashes onto the canvas, looking out of it. Cavallo points to the corner before he starts to scale, getting to the top rope. It’s obvious he’s going for the Down to Earth, his version of the corkscrew 450 splash, but Falcon has other plans. He climbs behind Rob, getting on the middle rope and facing the ring. Falcon grabs Rob by the armpits… SUPER SPLASH MOUNTAIN BOMB~! The fans erupt in ecstasy; a mixture of cheers and boos, as their home state boy just got nailed with a sick move.
Falcon is too worn out to cover Rob, biding his time to rest, and Cavallo is folded up like an accordion. After a few moments pass, Falcon and Rob gets back to their feet. Falcon charges Rob, going for the Crimson Crossface. He whirls around him, trying to apply the armlock to begin the move, but Rob counters into a tiltawhirl backbreaker! Falcon’s back snaps off Rob’s knee, and he bounces off, landing on the mat. Rob attempts the Clock Stopper, but Falcon kicks away from him, getting into the ropes. The referee forces a break, and Falcon takes advantage as Rob turns his back, walking away from him, by blindsiding him with a forearm to the back of the head. The fans boo, but Falcon is relentless, drilling Rob to the mat with a Poison Rana! The fans boo as Falcon makes the cover, but Rob kicks out JUST BARELY in the nick of time. Goddamn, I have to piss. I hope this match ends soon.
Falcon tries to grab Cavallo into a double arm underhook, probably prepping the Big Bang, but Cavallo counters into a bridging pin for two. Falcon attempts a leg lariat, but Cavallo catches him and turns it into a back suplex. The fans cheer as Rob gets to his feet, rallying the crowd as they do the same for him. Falcon gets up, only to take a sweep kick from Cavallo. Rob runs to the ropes and comes back for a senton splash to finish Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll, but Falcon gets his knees up, driving them into the wounded back of Cavallo! Rob staggers to his feet, and Falcon delivers a lung blower! Rob falls to the mat, holding his back in pain, and Falcon begins climbing to the top rope… Man, I hate to miss this action, but I really need a piss break. My bladder’s going to bust! Here, Joe, take the laptop.
Match Coverage by Joe
Falcon jumps, spins, and splits his legs, looking for the split legged moonsault, but Cavallo rolls out of the way and Falcon bites the dust! Falcon staggers up and Cavallo catches him behind the leg with another sweep kick… front flip… SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK-N-ROLL! Cavallo hooks the leg! 1-2-NO! Cavallo stands up, winded a bit, and looks at his wrist as if it had a watch on it. Then he does a throat slash taunt. He picks up Darius off the mat slowly and lays into him with a knife edged chop, sending him into the turnbuckles. Cavallo drives a shoulder into his torso and then picks him up and puts him on the top turnbuckle. It could be that time. Cavallo is out on the apron. Slingshot. BACK TO THE FU- NO! Falcon was hanging onto the ropes and Cavallo just hit the mat hard. Falcon hops down and grabs Cavallo by the hair pulls him back up and slams him face first into the buckles. Falcon goes to the apron and then up the buckles. He pulls Cavallo up with him. Could it be? The arms are hooked… yes! THE ODE! TO! DARWIN! CAVALLO LANDED ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! SOMEBODY CALL THE PO PO! Falcon and Cavallo are both down on the mat, but Falcon is able to roll over and pin him in enough time to get the well earned three count as the fans applaud this absolutely awesome action.
Winner: Darius Falcon via Pinfall at 28:40
The fans are mostly applauding, but a few throw rolls of toilet paper into the ring, as Rob Cavallo has just been defeated in his home state. Falcon gets his arm raised and isn’t the least bit modest about his victory, parading about like a whore. Falcon gladly shakes hands with Cavallo, knowing he won the match tonight, and most everyone leaves the National Guard Armory wanting to strangle Darius Falcon…
Tyler Hart has just begun. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508131)
OOC: Before anyone kills me, as you can probably tell, Joe chose the winner of the main event, not I. I didn’t want to screw Dan over or sell myself short, so Joe chose the winner. A variety of traits came into play, including the promo quality, the promo length, the promo contents, and the track record and storyline.
A huge positive note: I believe every single person booked RP’ed for the event, so uh… pat yourselves on the back, have a drink, whatever. Hope you enjoy these.