Dean
October 8th, 2006, 07:00 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents DAWN OF DESTINY
Introduction Coverage by Dean
Hot as always, the Philly crowd is riled up in the National Guard Armory here in Pennsylvania. Over 2000 wrestling aficionados have filled the arena to its capacity, selling out Pro Wrestling Warriors’ third event. The Plasma Screen illuminates with some video of last week, showing clips from some of the matches:
Adam Pugh is shown defeating Matt Voltaire with a spinning sit-out fireman’s carry driver.
Kenzo Katana obliterated Lil Finga.
Drake Vinaldi and Seth Frost put on a hell of a show in their two out of three falls match with Vinaldi winning the first and Frost coming back to win two in a row.
KANSHI ends an impressive debut by defeating Matt Woodson with the Clubbed 2 Death.
Roderick Brookes and Tyler Hart wow the crowd by bringing forth violence unseen in pure wrestling.
Blake Straker forces Nicolas Smirnov into submission with a jujigatame.
In the main event, Darius Falcon shocks the crowd by defeating their home state favorite, Rob Cavallo via Ode to Darwin.
We’re submersed in the familiar state of darkness now, and lights begin to flicker quickly as Skylined plays. Ultimately, the music ends, the bright lights hit the ring, and we’re ready for takeoff! In 5, 4, 3, 2…
What kind of artiste enters to American Pie songs? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508119)
Smirnov doesn’t like to share… but SHARING IS CARING! RIGHT, XZ? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508459)
Straker has the attitude and the ability to back it up. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508384)
Match one:
Blake Straker/Adam Pugh vs. Nicolas Smirnov/Tyler Hart
Exhibition: Tag Team Match
Match Coverage by Dean
This one gets going quickly with Adam Pugh and Tyler Hart starting things off. After a few snap arm drags and takeovers, Hart gets the advantage by driving a knee to Pugh’s midsection. Hart whips Pugh off to the ropes, looking for a back body drop, but Adam telegraphs it and counters into a sunset flip for a two count. Hart quickly rolls back to evade the pinning predicament and changes to a folding pin, getting a two on Pugh. Adam tries to bridge up and deliver a huracarrana, but Hart shoves him off, allowing Adam to roll onto his feet, and take a stiff kick to the face! OUCH! Pugh falls into the ropes, and Hart charges for a lariat, but Adam dumps him to the outside with a body drop. Pugh gets set to go, runs to the opposite ropes, and returns with a tope con hilo! He wipes out Tyler Hart on the outside, and both men are lying on the ring mats near the steel guardrails, taking a short breather. The fans applaud some hot action, and that dive by Pugh was seriously sweet.
Just as in the last two events, Darius Falcon is shown near the entrance curtain, watching the action. Pugh is first to his feet, but Hart isn’t far behind. Adam puts a few boots to the ribs of Hart and tries to whip him into the guardrail, but it gets reversed and Pugh is the man who tastes the steel. Hart prepares to take advantage, but Smirnov interjects… What is he doing? Smirnov is yelling at Hart and telling him to take the action back to the ring. Well, it’s a sound strategy, but it’s never good to yell at your tag team partner in the middle of a match! This slight distraction allows Pugh to attack Hart with a vicious flying elbow to the head, sending him staggering into the apron. Pugh rolls Hart back inside and goes for the cover, getting two. Smirnov pounds the mat, telling Hart to get to the corner. Nicolas climbs to the apron, and Hart makes the tag. Smirnov comes in and goes right to work on Pugh, delivering some clubbing blows to his back. Pugh manages to counter a whip with a leg lariat, sending him down, and he gets the tag to Straker.
Smirnov wants vengeance for his loss last week against Straker. Nicolas didn’t like the taste of defeat, and he doesn’t want any more of it. Smirnov and Straker exchange blows before The Lizard King feigns a left jab and quickly fishhooks Smirnov with his right hand. The referee warns Blake for using the fishhook, but before he can do anything about it, Straker delivers a BIONIC ELBOW~! to the head! Shades of… Well, you know. Smirnov staggers away, and Straker grabs him into a side headlock take over. He drives a few forearms into Smirnov’s face, and after Nicolas turns over to get up, mounts him and proceeds to paint brush the back of Smirnov’s head. Nicolas doesn’t like this a bit, and he stands up, throwing Straker off him and onto the mat.
Smirnov charges Straker, but Blake drops him with a drop toe hold, and picks him up with a German Suplex. Straker pulls Smirnov toward his corner and acts like he’s going to tag into Pugh, but fakes him out, telling Pugh he isn’t ready yet. Adam sighs, and Straker pulls Smirnov to his feet to deliver an ECHOING chop to the chest, turning Smirnov’s chest bright red! I cringed over that one. Straker whips Smirnov off to the ropes, but Nicolas comes back with a flying shoulderblock to take The Lizard King down to the mat. Smirnov jumps on Straker, trying to clobber him with forearms and punches, but the referee interjects, forcing Smirnov off for using WAY too many closed fists. Pugh takes advantage of Straker’s disorientation, tagging in without Blake’s permission. Blake looks a bit peeved at this, but luckily for him, the referee was so busy reprimanding Smirnov that he didn’t see the tag and forces Pugh back to the corner. Even Straker chuckles a bit over that one.
Darius Falcon is actually applauding as Hart is back in now, and he goes to work on Straker, delivering a dragon leg screw and applying a spinning toehold! We’re seeing all the old school great moves pulled out tonight. Straker kicks away at Hart’s leg, working his way out of the hold, and grabs the ropes to escape. Hart releases after a count of four and proclaims to the referee that he HAS TILL FIVE, DAMMIT! Well, I’m glad Tyler Hart is on top of things. Straker gets up, limping a bit… and suddenly crescent kicks the BEJESUS out of Hart! Straker was playing possum! WHAT AN ASSH*LE! Or a veteran. Your call.
Straker pulls Hart to his feet and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, spinning slightly as he does so. Hart lands hard on his back, and Blake makes the cover, getting a two count before Tyler shoots a shoulder up. Straker pulls Hart to his feet once more, applying a butterfly lock. He sets up for a double-arm suplex, but Hart wriggles free of the hold and counters into a Northern Lights Suplex, before applying a butterfly lock variation of his own, a sitting version with a body scissors! That was a rather smooth transition for the rookie Hart… almost TOO smooth as Straker has broken free of the butterfly lock and delivers a huge belly-to-belly throw-like suplex, sending Hart halfway across the ring toward Straker’s corner! Both men have collapsed to the mat.
After the referee’s count reaches six, both men have slowly crawled and inched their ways to their respective corners. Pugh and Smirnov are in, and Pugh immediately dropkicks a charging Smirnov in the face, stunning him. Adam delivers a deep armdrag and rolls Smirnov into La Majistral cradle pin, getting a two count before Smirnov powers out. Pugh again trips Smirnov, this time pinning his shoulders to the mat with an Oklahoma Roll, getting a two. Smirnov gets up, this time swinging for a huge lariat, but Pugh counters into a Sleeper Slam! Adam points to the turnbuckles, doing a little bit of a jig as he goes there, getting cocky. Hart blindsides him by shoving him off the top turnbuckle, causing him to fall and smack his face on the guardrail! That’s GOTTA hurt! Pugh is down now, and Hart sees Straker on the outside, yelling at Pugh to get up. Tyler climbs to the top rope… and takes out Straker with a high crossbody! Smirnov is the only man left now, and he’s getting up after the string of attacks by Pugh. Hart has enough wits about him to roll Pugh back into the ring, and Smirnov takes advantage, charging with a flying European uppercut that sends Pugh out of his boots! Okay, not literally.
Pugh crashes into the ropes, and Smirnov drags him to the center of the ring. He lifts The Artist up, setting up for the Last Drink, but Pugh slips out… CRUCIFIX ROLL-UP DRIVER! One, two, thr—NO! Smirnov kicks out with all his energy! Pugh gets up, and Smirnov quickly drives him to the mat with a Side Russian Leg Sweep, executed perfectly. Smirnov is to his feet, setting up for a big move… but what’s the ruckus on the outside? Straker delivers the Soul-Crusher to Hart, wiping him out. Smirnov gets a bit distracted, and Pugh manages to roll him into a schoolboy … he gets the three count!
Winners: Adam Pugh and Blake Straker via Pinfall at 19:47
Smirnov is beside himself, claiming that Pugh had the tights. Straker is back in the ring now, but he doesn’t look happy, despite winning. Hart slowly pulls himself inside and shoves Smirnov. Nicolas looks angrily at Hart, AND HE TRIES TO SWING AT HIM! But Hart ducks under and delivers a HUGE German Suplex, sending Nicolas onto his head! Hart watches as Smirnov slithers out of the ring, holding his neck and screaming profanities and obscenities. Tyler gets the mic and speaks.
Tyler Hart:
Smirnov, I’ve had just about ENOUGH… of your mouth.
The fans cheer that one. I think everyone’s had enough of Nicolas running his mouth.
Tyler Hart:
You sure like to bitch about losing… But it wasn’t I who got my shoulders pinned tonight, so as far as I’m concerned… I’m still undefeated!
Hmm. Mixed response for that one. Half the crowd is behind Hart, but the other half doesn’t agree with him being undefeated.
Tyler Hart:
And Darius Falcon…
I’ve noticed you watching my matches, critiquing my moves, and scouting me. I know what’s on your mind, Falcon, and I want to let you know…
I accept.
Scott The Scoop:
I accept? What the hell is THAT about? What is Tyler Hart accepting?!
Brady Cruise:
I don’t know, Scooper, but one thing’s for sure… Nicolas Smirnov does NOT look happy.
The camera gets one last shot of Smirnov as he exits through the black curtains to the back, and Falcon gets out of his way. Hart walks over toward Falcon, who nods, and the two head backstage… What the hell?
Don’t pick on the homeless! They already lead crappy lives! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508096)
The Perfect Warrior’s legacy shall not be long forgotten. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508198)
Match two:
Darius Falcon vs. KANSHI
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
These two shake hands in the beginning, and KANSHI even bows to Falcon, prompting Darius to bow back. Tyler Hart is at ringside, watching on as Darius Falcon, apparently a newfound ally of his, is squaring off against KANSHI, one of the more promising students of wrestling. Things get started with a collar and elbow tie-up. KANSHI quickly goes behind Falcon with a waistlock, delivering a takedown. He floats over for a front facelock, but Falcon quickly grabs his arm and flips over to a hammerlock, forcing KANSHI into the mat. The Perfect Warrior gets to his feet as Falcon is behind him, and he goes behind Falcon into his own hammerlock, and then into a side headlock. KANSHI attempts a headlock takeover, but Falcon delivers a leg heel trip, sending KANSHI to the mat. Darius grips one of KANSHI’s hands into a knuckle lock. He uses it to pull the Perfect Warrior back to his feet. Falcon attempts another back heel trip, but KANSHI uses his free hand to cartwheel over and apply an arm wringer on Falcon. KANSHI grabs Falcon’s other hand into a knuckle lock, twisting it as well. Falcon wisely steps around KANSHI, crossing the Warrior’s arms across his own throat, and applying a cross-arm stretch, before dropping KANSHI onto his knees with a straitjacket lung blower! KANSHI bounces off, holding his back, and that was a hell of a display of technical wrestling!
The fans are hot for this one as Falcon makes the cover, getting two before KANSHI can kick out. KANSHI bridges up and out of the pin, impressing everyone. KANSHI delivers a standing double-knee moonsault to Falcon’s spine! NASTY! KANSHI rolls Falcon over for a cover, but Darius drives a stiff knee into KANSHI’s head out of nowhere. The Perfect warrior backs off, allowing Falcon to get to his feet and deliver a big dropkick that sends KANSHI barreling to the outside. Falcon gets to his feet, runs to the opposite ropes, and comes back with a Fosbury Flop! KANSHI and Falcon are wiped out on the outside, and the fans pat their backs with great empathy for their pain. “This Is Awesome!” echoes throughout the National Guard Armory now, and the referee gets to five before Falcon rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count.
Falcon grabs KANSHI, who is still a bit stunned by the aerial maneuver done moments earlier, and whips him into the steel guardrail. The fans get louder as the action gets closer to them, and a chop to the chest by Falcon omits a large “WOOOOO!” from the crowd – Hell, even I joined in. Falcon tells the fans to move out of the way, and they comply. He grabs KANSHI and goes to throw him over the barrier… but instead, Darius places him in front of the other barrier, laughing at the gullible fans for moving out of their seats. What a douche! Falcon grabs KANSHI from his side and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep into the crowd protector, sending KANSHI’s back into the unforgiving steel! Darius rolls KANSHI back into the ring and makes the eventual cover, but KANSHI kicks out at two, surprising Falcon. Darius pulls KANSHI up and charges him into the corner with a shoulder thrust. Falcon goes for a punch, but KANSHI blocks it and delivers a stiff chop to Falcon’s chest, working his way out of the corner.
KANSHI pairs a few chops to Darius’ chest, lighting him up, and runs to the ropes, coming back with a flying heel kick that takes Falcon down to the mat. KANSHI gets to his feet and prepares to strike Falcon, who is on his knees now. KANSHI goes for a kick to the chest, but Falcon catches it and delivers a dragon leg whip, taking KANSHI down to the mat. Falcon tries to follow up, but KANSHI delivers an impressive monkey flip. Falcon crashes on the mat, and as soon as Darius stands, KANSHI strikes with a rolling kappou kick! Falcon takes the impact to his head, falling into the lower part of the corner. KANSHI gets to his feet and charges forth, delivering a flying, running dropkick to the head! OW!
The Perfect Warrior pulls Falcon toward the center of the ring and hooks the leg, getting a two count before Darius shoots his shoulder up. KANSHI looks a bit annoyed and kicks Falcon in the head, just toying with him a bit. He stomps on the back of Darius’ head before running to the ropes and attempting a springboard, but Falcon quickly jumps to his feet and delivers a dropkick to KANSHI’s back! KANSHI falls over the top rope and lands on the outside.
Falcon uses the opportunity wisely, taking a breather. KANSHI eventually puts his hands on the apron and starts to climb back into the ring, but Darius charges with a baseball slide dropkick that nails him in the head and sends him into the barrier! KANSHI slumps down, holding his shoulder now, and Falcon gets out of the ring, putting the boots to him. The fans boo, and Falcon yells at them to shut the f*ck up, pissing them off further.
KANSHI gets to his feet and drives a boot to Falcon’s midsection while he was jawing with the fans. He tosses Falcon OVER the barricade, into the crowd, getting a good response from the fans. KANSHI goes back into the ring, standing near the ropes. He runs to the opposite side, comes back, and vaults over the top rope with a pescado into the crowd, wiping out Falcon and the first three rows of chairs! JEEZUS H. CRUST! The fans are going crazy, and KANSHI gets Falcon back into the ring. He lifts Falcon to his shoulders, attempting the Clubbed 2 Death, but Darius slides out and counters with the Cleansing Crossface! KANSHI’s soul is getting purged~! KANSHI looks to be in great pain as Falcon wrenches back on the hold. All the fans get on their feet, pounding the barricade and stomping, trying to rally KANSHI. The Perfect Warrior struggles, claws, and crawls his way to the ropes, getting a break.
Falcon pulls KANSHI up, attempting the Big Bang, but KANSHI counters… into the Clubbed 2 Death! He doesn’t have enough strength to make the cover, and Falcon rolls out of the ring, getting a breather. The fans boo as Falcon chuckles a bit while catching his breath, knowing he’s outsmarted KANSHI. KANSHI eventually gets to his feet as Falcon is on the apron. Darius swings for a clothesline, but KANSHI ducks and connects one of his own, sending Falcon on a 270 degree flip, causing him to land on his face on the outside! OUCH!
Falcon looks to be out of it, and KANSHI gets out of the ring as quickly as he can, in spite of being fairly winded. He rolls Falcon back in the ring and tries to catch his breath as he goes along – A cover. One, two, thr—NO! Falcon gets the shoulder up. KANSHI pulls Falcon up and goes for another Clubbed 2 Death… but Falcon counters into an inside cradle… both men’s shoulders are down! One, two, three! What the deuce?!
Result: Draw at 15:55
The fans applaud both men, and Falcon and KANSHI are slowly brought to their feet. They shake, and KANSHI acts as though he’s going to leave, but Falcon grabs him and requests a microphone.
KANSHI… that was a hell of a match. You put up more fight than that halfwit dipsh*t, Rob Cavallo, last week. I gladly shake your hand, I gladly accept you as a warrior, but most importantly…
I see in you what I see in myself, and that is the heart of a real warrior, with no need for a deity or drugs. You and Tyler Hart…
Falcon motions to Hart, who is now in the ring, standing beside the two men who’ve just participated in a battle.
You’re two men who I’d like to join me in my war against the evils of this society… What do you say?
Falcon, Hart, and KANSHI all shake hands and eventually raise each other’s hands, apparently forming… a group. Interesting.
Kenzo thinks Rob Cavallo is a Prima Donna… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508419)
But Rob thinks he’s just fashion conscious! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508511)
Match three:
Rob Cavallo vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Katana gives Cavallo a nonchalant tag of the hand to get this one going. The two men lock up, and Katana uses his superior mat wrestling techniques to get Cavallo on the canvas in a front chancery. Rob manages to get to his feet by using his size and shoves Katana into the corner. We get a clean break until Katana slaps the sh*t out of Rob, and Cavallo fires back with forearm strikes, stunning Katana a bit. Rob kicks Kenzo in the midsection and whips him off to the turnbuckles. He tries to follow up with a leg lariat, but Kenzo moves out of the way, and Rob crashes and burns in the corner.
Kenzo waits on Rob to get up before driving a big kick to Cavallo’s midsection. Payback’s a bitch, Kenzo can be seen very visibly saying as he delivers a second kick, this time to Cavallo’s massively oversized, ego-filled head. Cavallo grabs hold of the ropes and lifts himself, grabbing Kenzo with a headscissors and takes him over the top rope to the outside floor. Rob hangs onto the top rope and skins the cat… long enough for Kenzo to lunge forward with a Shotei! He leaps to the apron and delivers a Muay Thai kick that sends Cavallo back into the ring, holding his head in pain. Kenzo gets back into the ring, making a cover for two.
Cavallo gets to his feet and Kenzo attempts a high kick, but Rob ducks and counters with a lung blower, dropping Kenzo’s back on his knees. Kenzo rolls off, holding his back, and Cavallo follows with an Oklahoma Roll for a two count. Cavallo tries to grab Kenzo, but instead finds himself on the receiving end of a throat thrust and high kick combo! Cavallo, stunned, tries to grab the ropes, but Kenzo instead kicks him with such force that he flips over the top rope and to the outside. Cavallo tries to get onto the apron, but Kenzo grabs the top rope and swings forward with both feet, kicking Cavallo into the barricade. Kenzo pulls himself through the ropes and jumps to the top rope… ASAI MOONSAULT! Kenzo drives both Cavallo and himself into the steel barrier!
Katana eventually gets Cavallo back into the ring at 5, going up to the top rope. Cavallo cuts Kenzo off at the pass, delivering an enzuigiri that trips him up and causes Katana to get crotched on the top rope. Cavallo climbs, preparing to deliver a superplex, but Kenzo ducks under his legs, grabs Cavallo by them, and delivers a vicious Liger Bomb! One, two, th—NO! Cavallo shoots his shoulders up, getting out at two. Cavallo gets up, and he can see Katana preparing to kick, so he beats him, delivering a Kappou Kick to the head. Kenzo staggers backwards, but he catches his balance and delivers a flying single leg dropkick to the head, sending Cavallo on a full rotation onto his head! OW! Cavallo tries to get to his feet, but Kenzo kicks his legs out from under him, and Robbie C does a face plant. Rob looks up in time to see both of Kenzo’s boots nail him in the head with a running dropkick. Kenzo makes the cover, but Cavallo shockingly kicks out. Katana pulls Rob up… and goes to town with vicious kicks to his head! SHADES OF KAWADA! Wait, that’s breaking kayfabe… SHADES OF GW MEMBER KAWADA! Cough. Shades of… Katana? Good game. Kenzo pulls Rob up… BRAINBUSTAAHHHH! Hook of the leg… one, two, NO! Rob is just a resilient assh*le. Kenzo pounds the mat, frustrated, and pulls Rob up a THIRD time, but the third time isn’t the charm for Mr. Katana, as Rob strikes him with a big forearm strike. Cavallo grabs Kenzo with a huracarrana, taking him over. He holds the position for a two count before Katana forces him off. Cavallo runs to the ropes, looking for some type of crossbody, but Katana counters with a big dropkick!
Rob holds his midsection as Katana kicks him right in the head. The God of Rock falls, but Katana sets up… BURNING BLADE! Cavallo collapses to the canvas, and Katana prepares to finish him off… He goes to apply the Katana Klutch, but Rob fights him off. Katana tries to grab him but takes a sweep kick followed by a quick senton! Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll! Rob runs to the ropes and comes back with a twisting standing moonsault! Katana is stunned and unable to do anything. Cavallo hooks both legs… but Kenzo kicks out. Rob pulls Kenzo up and boots him in the stomach… Time Travel—no! Katana Klutch! Katana Klutch! Kenzo has him locked in, but Rob is still standing… and he grabs Kenzo… STUNNER! Kenzo’s jaw smacks off Cavallo’s shoulder, and he falls back, holding it. Cavallo gets to his feet and sees his chance… He goes to the top rope, but this time it’s Kenzo who cuts off his opponent with a kick to the legs. Kenzo climbs, trying a super brainbuster, but Rob fights him off… and delivers a release front suplex that sends Kenzo onto the mat! Rob leaps off… 450 splash! One, two, thr—NO! Cavallo can’t believe it, but in all honesty, he’s gonna have to do more than that to put Kenzo away.
Rob pulls Katana up and tries a piledriver, but Kenzo lifts him up, setting up the Martial Driver Omega! Rob counters… sunset flip for two. Kenzo rolls back and grabs Rob for a pinning predicament, but Cavallo counters with another huracarrana! Rob gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, springs off… and takes an enzuigiri to the head! Kenzo is back now, reeling a bit, and pulls Cavallo toward the middle of the ring for a cover. Cavallo shoots a shoulder up at two, and Kenzo decides it’s time to end this game. He tries to grab Cavallo into the Fujiwara Armbar, but Rob blocks it and pulls Kenzo to his shoulders… TKO! Kenzo bounces off the mat… Rob is hesitant to cover but gets there, and only gets two! Cavallo gets to his feet… STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! An impressive move for the youngster! The crowd pops and Cavallo heads to the ropes… springboard moonsault! Cavallo gets to his feet once more… STANDING SENTON! He hooks the leg… AND KENZO STILL KICKS OUT! The fans are really rallying for someone to win this match now, as all these near falls are making them antsy…
Cavallo pulls Kenzo up… and takes a stiff palm strike to the chest, sending him into the corner. Kenzo charges for a kick to the head, but Cavallo evades and leaps onto the apron. Kenzo attempts a chop to the neck, but Rob ducks under and hotshots Kenzo off the top rope. Katana falls back into the turnbuckles, and Rob leaps onto the apron, leaps over the top rope… and nails the Back to the Future! NO, WAIT! KATANA HAS THE KATANA KLUTCH CINCHED IN! ROB IS GONNA TAP! ROB IS GONNA TAP! ROB IS GONNA… Counter?! He does! Time Traveler! Both men are down, and the crowd is into it… pounding on the barriers again. Katana lifts Rob to his feet and whips him into the corner. Katana charges for a cartwheel enzuigiri kick, but Rob moves out of the way, and Kenzo crashes in the corner, just as Rob had done previously. Rob climbs to the middle rope and grabs Kenzo into a cravat… FLIPPING CORNER ACE CRUSHER! MODIFIED BACK TO THE FUTURE! Rob makes the cover, hooking both legs, and gets a shocking victory tonight at Dawn of Destiny!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 16:29
Rob celebrates his victory with the crowd, and he looks exasperated after that bout.
It’s a sad, sad day to be a wrestling fan… because Roderick Brookes would likely piss you off. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508044)
Drake Vinaldi can defeat cancer, because he’s a true champion… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508496)
Main Event:
Drake Vinaldi vs. Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
These two barely want to shake hands, so they just knuckle touch, which looks more like a punch. Things start off quickly, with Brookes rushing Vinaldi, locking on a Greco-Roman lock-up and shoving him into the corner. Brookes tries to slap Vinaldi, but the quick Italian ducks under and kicks Brookes in the back of the thigh. Roderick turns and catches a second kick attempt, slapping Vinaldi in the face after doing so. The two look angry as hell, and the fans all get on their feet, knowing business is about to pick up!
Vinaldi and Brookes start to engage in a slap contest, with each man rearing back and delivering some of the stiffest chops and slaps I’ve ever seen. Vinaldi looks worse for wear, mostly accredited to Brookes’ massive frame. Brookes backs Vinaldi into the ropes with a series of lefts and rights, chops and punches, but Vinaldi battles back with some rapid punches to the midsection, winding Roderick. Roderick swings for a lariat, but Vinaldi ducks under and delivers a huge enzuigiri that sends Brookes staggering into the ropes. Vinaldi runs to the opposite side, looking for a charging attack, but Roderick counters with an STO! VINALDI’S HEAD SNAPS OFF THE CANVAS! Drake isn’t down for long, though, as he rolls backwards and promptly gets to his feet, but he’s so dazed that he trips and falls, landing on his feet. Brookes takes advantage, driving his knee right into the point of Vinaldi’s large, Italian nose! DAT’SA SPICY MEATBALL! Vinaldi falls back, holding his nose, and Brookes kicks him in the rib cage.
Drake eventually rolls out of the ring, reaching in as Brookes goes to kick him, and trips the Irish Assassin, a nickname that I just created, pulling him out of the ring. Drake goes to grab Brookes, but the massive cancerous bastard delivers a huge belly-to-belly overhead suplex that sends Vinaldi into the steel ring steps. Vinaldi’s back smacks hard on the unforgiving substance, sending him into an immense state of pain. Vinaldi attempts a kip-up rana, but Brookes manages to hold on, swinging round and round… AND DRIVING VINALDI’S HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE! JESUS CHRIST! Vinaldi is OUT! The fans in the front row pat Brookes’ back, cheering him on as he takes a breather and wipes his smirking mouth due to the amount of slobber and sweat. Brookes reaches under the ring and grabs a lighter and a cigarette, lighting one up… and then burning it in the back of Vinaldi’s hand as the Sicilian Shooter tries to pull himself up by using the guardrail! What a dick! Brookes grabs Vinaldi by the head and tries to slam his face off the steel, but Drake fires some short elbows to the midsection of his adversary before leaping to the guardrail and delivering a crazy ass kick to the face, a modified Ganmengiri kick! Brookes falls to the floor, holding his nose now, and Vinaldi has gotten a bit of retribution on his assh*le of an adversary.
Drake rolls inside the ring at seven to break the referee’s count. He gets back outside, still woozy from the onslaught that Brookes has unleashed. Vinaldi’s nose has a small amount of blood that’s trickled out at some point, but he wipes it and goes to work on Brookes, kicking the large mass with vicious strikes. Brookes manages to turn and catch Vinaldi’s leg, but Drake quickly punches Brookes in the back of the head, and I’m shocked Brookes isn’t KO’ed… But he’s a tough bastard and can take it. Vinaldi gets Roderick back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Vinaldi attempts a springboard… something, but Roderick gets up and DROPKICKS –YES, DROPKICKS—Vinaldi, sending him gut-first on the top rope! Where the hell did Brookes learn how to do a dropkick? Well, probably wrestling school. Moving on, Vinaldi hangs lifelessly on the top rope as Brookes runs to the adjacent ropes… and blasts him in the jaw with a vicious yakuza kick! Vinaldi barrel rolls and does several rotations before collapsing on the canvas. Realism for the win.
Brookes makes no haste in covering, but Vinaldi gets his foot on the rope at two and a half. Brookes pulls Vinaldi up… and gets shocked from a pele kick! Brookes staggers about before falling to a knee, and Vinaldi runs towards him… Shining Black! Drake doesn’t have enough strength to make the cover, but he looks like he’s saving his energy for something big… Brookes gets to his feet as Vinaldi is resting in the corner, facing the opposite direction. Brookes charges, and Vinaldi does a headstand in the turnbuckle… Roderick looks a bit confused before running ahead and getting two boots to the face that send him down to the mat. Vinaldi twists, showing some impressive gymnastic abilities, and gets to the top rope… LUNATIC HIGH! Brookes gets flattened with a vicious double stomp, and Vinaldi makes the cover… One, two, NO! Brookes gets HIS foot on the rope. This is clearly a game of “can you top this.” That’s my FAVORITE KIND of GAME!
Vinaldi gets to his feet and stomps Brookes a few times. Roderick gets into the corner, and Vinaldi places his foot on the side of Roderick’s head… face wash! He scrapes his boot over and over again against Roderick’s nose before running to the opposite side. Vinaldi comes back, looking for a charging kick to the face, but Brookes rolls out of the corner and delivers a sweep kick to Vinaldi’s legs, wiping him out, causing Vinaldi to LAND on his FACE! Vinaldi contorts and spins a bit, doing a sort of break-dance type move, before falling and… it would appear he’s dead. HUGE “HOLY SH*T!” chant breaks out as Brookes gets to his feet. Damn, he’s quick for his size.
Brookes gets to his feet… and delivers the face wash to Vinaldi, giving him a taste of the medicine he tried to give him, or something equally run-on sentence-esque! Instead of charging at Vinaldi for a boot, Brookes lifts him up and slaps the sh*t out of him. Vinaldi looks dazed, and Brookes capitalizes… ROARING ELBOW! Vinaldi collapses in the corner. Brookes pulls him toward the middle of the ring and makes the cover. One, two, thre—WHATTHEF*CKCHARLES?! Vinaldi kicks out! Brookes pulls Vinaldi up, driving some knees into his head while keeping a clinch in tact. Vinaldi tries to fight back, delivering some chops to Brookes’ midsection. Brookes battles back with slaps to the face. He goes for a discus slap, but Vinaldi ducks and delivers a kick to the left leg. Brookes hobbles a bit, and Vinaldi continuously kicks his leg, delivering four fast, painful shots! Brookes falls to his knee, and Vinaldi runs to the ropes, looking for a Shining Wizard, but Brookes leaps to his feet… BURNING LARIAT! Vinaldi does a complete flip and rotation before falling to the mat, presumably dead! Brookes is down as well, clutching at his leg.
Brookes makes the cover… but Vinaldi kicks out! Roderick can’t believe it, and he screams, yelling at the referee that he’s a racist wop. GG. Brookes pulls Drake to his feet, but Vinaldi gets a second burst of energy, driving a few slaps to Brookes’ face, before delivering a Mongolian Chop to drops Brookes to his knees… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi makes a cover… One, two, thre—NO! Brookes kicks out! JESUS H. CHRIST! The fans are pounding the barriers, stomping, screaming, cheering, doing everything it takes to rally their favorite. Vinaldi is the first to his feet, and Brookes is kind of slow behind, hobbling. Vinaldi charges, delivering a huge dropkick to the knee that sends Brookes back down to the canvas. Vinaldi tries to apply a leg grapevine, but Brookes kicks him away with his good leg and scrambles to the outside, trying to rest that knee. Drake runs to the opposite side and comes back with a tope! SUICIDE DIVE! Brookes gets forced into the barricade, and Vinaldi falls to the floor. The fans applaud both men as Brookes drops to his knee, holding his closely as he’s in an immense amount of pain, and Vinaldi rests on the floor, that suicide dive taking a toll.
After the ref’s count reaches four, Brookes gets inside the ring, but Vinaldi grabs his leg, pulling it toward the turnbuckle post. He pulls it back… and smacks Brookes’ leg against the post! OUCH! The knee makes a sickening sound once it connects, and Vinaldi wraps it around the post, along with Brookes’ other leg… figure-four leg lock around the turnbuckle post! Brookes is writhing in pain, but fortunately for him, the submission is illegal. The referee gives Vinaldi till the count of five, and that’s how long Drake takes before releasing the submission. Brookes can barely even stand now, trying to get to his feet as Vinaldi enters the ring. Drake looks a bit winded, but he isn’t relenting. Brookes is on his knees now, and he begs Vinaldi off, but Drake grins and goes for another Killing Blow! Roderick ducks under and delivers a leg trip to Vinaldi, sending him face-first to the mat. Roderick somehow hobbles to his feet and applies the leg hold of the curb stomp… he slaps Vinaldi’s back and grabs his arms… CURB STOMP! Brookes doesn’t have the knee strength to go for another, and he instead applies the dreaded No Cure for Cancer! Vinaldi manages to fight off the headlock long enough to drive some elbows into Brookes’ nose! Brookes winces a bit, and Vinaldi manages to reach the ropes. The ref forces Brookes off Vinaldi, but Roderick claims he can’t move his knee. He grabs Vinaldi’s heel and pushes it forward, tightening the leg lock, and the referee actually buys into Brookes not being able to let go. Brookes sloooooowly releases the hold, milking it for all its worth. Vinaldi gets to his feet and tries to kick Brookes in the head, but Brookes takes him down with a tackle and drives some forearms into Vinaldi’s face!
Drake counters with some shots of his own, and the two roll on the mat, striking away. The referee can’t interfere and the fans don’t want him to. He lets these two go, and Brookes ultimately gets on Vinaldi’s back, trying to apply a rear naked choke, but Vinaldi blocks it, grabbing Brookes’ leg… heel lock! Brookes is in immense pain now as Vinaldi wrenches on his leg and applies the leg grapevine! Brookes is trying to reach the ropes, but he looks to be in too much pain? Is he going to tap? Roderick tries to inch his way toward the ropes, but Vinaldi eventually pushes the leg forward and shifts into an STF, locking on a facelock around Roderick’s nose! Roderick tries to break it, but Drake crossface punches him across the bridge of the nose, dazing Brookes. Roderick manages to grab Vinaldi’s arm and uses his upper body strength to pull it forward into a modified armbar to escape… Brookes gets to his legs, hobbling badly on the knee, and he goes to the corner to rest. Vinaldi gets up… TIDAL CRUSH—No! Brookes catches him on his shoulders… DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Vinaldi’s head gets planted that time!
Both men are down, and Brookes literally can’t stand. The referee begins his count, getting to eight by the time Vinaldi is on his feet. Brookes is finally to his, and Drake charges… KAPPOU KICK! Brookes falls back into the corner, and Vinaldi unleashes some vicious chops to the chest. Drake grabs Brookes and manages to lift him to the top turnbuckle. Vinaldi goes for a palm strike, but Brookes moves out of the way by reaching back… and grabs Vinaldi into an Asiatic Spike! Vinaldi is getting choked out, but Brookes is on the ropes so it’s illegal. The ref gets to four before Brookes lets go… and Vinaldi delivers a huge Pele kick, nailing Brookes right in the head! Roderick falls back, with his feet being hooked under the middle ropes saving him from falling to the outside floor. Drake climbs to the middle ropes, punching Brookes a few times. He sets up for a superplex, but Brookes blocks it… Roderick manages to get his feet on the middle ropes, but Vinaldi blocks an avalanche gourd buster with shots to the midsection. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope, trying to superplex Brookes off there… but Brookes counters… REVERSE AVALANCHE BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! Both men are DEAD! Vinaldi’s head bounced off the canvas, and he’s lying motionlessly on the mat now. Brookes is out, trying to grab at his excruciating knee joints. The ref counts both men down, reaching six, and Vinaldi is trying to pull himself to the ropes. Brookes can’t even get up now to walk, as most of the impact from the move was on his legs, particularly his knees. The ref gets to nine, and Vinaldi tries to get up… but can’t… He reaches ten, and both men are counted down! What the hell? Another draw?! YOU BOOKERS AND YOUR UNORIGINALITY!
Result: Draw at 29:50
Brookes can’t even get to his feet without help from the ropes and the referee. He forces the referee to support his weight as he stands, shoving the referee to the ground as a result. The ref tries to get up, but Brookes shoves him down again, claiming he was “only trying to keep his balance.” Vinaldi eventually goes over… and the two reluctantly shake hands. The fans are chanting "We want a rematch!" as Vinaldi pulls Brookes in closely, sneering at him. Brookes chuckles a bit, knowing he's pissed off Drake by going toe to toe with him. What a hell of a match and a great show for Pro Wrestling Warriors. While some may dislike the fact this was virtually a spot show before the rumored title tournament next week, I still got my money’s worth here tonight and got to see some great wrestling.
OOC: I was flying solo on this one. Let me know what you think, and hopefully it met your expectations. Joe should be returning to results writing next week.
Introduction Coverage by Dean
Hot as always, the Philly crowd is riled up in the National Guard Armory here in Pennsylvania. Over 2000 wrestling aficionados have filled the arena to its capacity, selling out Pro Wrestling Warriors’ third event. The Plasma Screen illuminates with some video of last week, showing clips from some of the matches:
Adam Pugh is shown defeating Matt Voltaire with a spinning sit-out fireman’s carry driver.
Kenzo Katana obliterated Lil Finga.
Drake Vinaldi and Seth Frost put on a hell of a show in their two out of three falls match with Vinaldi winning the first and Frost coming back to win two in a row.
KANSHI ends an impressive debut by defeating Matt Woodson with the Clubbed 2 Death.
Roderick Brookes and Tyler Hart wow the crowd by bringing forth violence unseen in pure wrestling.
Blake Straker forces Nicolas Smirnov into submission with a jujigatame.
In the main event, Darius Falcon shocks the crowd by defeating their home state favorite, Rob Cavallo via Ode to Darwin.
We’re submersed in the familiar state of darkness now, and lights begin to flicker quickly as Skylined plays. Ultimately, the music ends, the bright lights hit the ring, and we’re ready for takeoff! In 5, 4, 3, 2…
What kind of artiste enters to American Pie songs? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508119)
Smirnov doesn’t like to share… but SHARING IS CARING! RIGHT, XZ? (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508459)
Straker has the attitude and the ability to back it up. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508384)
Match one:
Blake Straker/Adam Pugh vs. Nicolas Smirnov/Tyler Hart
Exhibition: Tag Team Match
Match Coverage by Dean
This one gets going quickly with Adam Pugh and Tyler Hart starting things off. After a few snap arm drags and takeovers, Hart gets the advantage by driving a knee to Pugh’s midsection. Hart whips Pugh off to the ropes, looking for a back body drop, but Adam telegraphs it and counters into a sunset flip for a two count. Hart quickly rolls back to evade the pinning predicament and changes to a folding pin, getting a two on Pugh. Adam tries to bridge up and deliver a huracarrana, but Hart shoves him off, allowing Adam to roll onto his feet, and take a stiff kick to the face! OUCH! Pugh falls into the ropes, and Hart charges for a lariat, but Adam dumps him to the outside with a body drop. Pugh gets set to go, runs to the opposite ropes, and returns with a tope con hilo! He wipes out Tyler Hart on the outside, and both men are lying on the ring mats near the steel guardrails, taking a short breather. The fans applaud some hot action, and that dive by Pugh was seriously sweet.
Just as in the last two events, Darius Falcon is shown near the entrance curtain, watching the action. Pugh is first to his feet, but Hart isn’t far behind. Adam puts a few boots to the ribs of Hart and tries to whip him into the guardrail, but it gets reversed and Pugh is the man who tastes the steel. Hart prepares to take advantage, but Smirnov interjects… What is he doing? Smirnov is yelling at Hart and telling him to take the action back to the ring. Well, it’s a sound strategy, but it’s never good to yell at your tag team partner in the middle of a match! This slight distraction allows Pugh to attack Hart with a vicious flying elbow to the head, sending him staggering into the apron. Pugh rolls Hart back inside and goes for the cover, getting two. Smirnov pounds the mat, telling Hart to get to the corner. Nicolas climbs to the apron, and Hart makes the tag. Smirnov comes in and goes right to work on Pugh, delivering some clubbing blows to his back. Pugh manages to counter a whip with a leg lariat, sending him down, and he gets the tag to Straker.
Smirnov wants vengeance for his loss last week against Straker. Nicolas didn’t like the taste of defeat, and he doesn’t want any more of it. Smirnov and Straker exchange blows before The Lizard King feigns a left jab and quickly fishhooks Smirnov with his right hand. The referee warns Blake for using the fishhook, but before he can do anything about it, Straker delivers a BIONIC ELBOW~! to the head! Shades of… Well, you know. Smirnov staggers away, and Straker grabs him into a side headlock take over. He drives a few forearms into Smirnov’s face, and after Nicolas turns over to get up, mounts him and proceeds to paint brush the back of Smirnov’s head. Nicolas doesn’t like this a bit, and he stands up, throwing Straker off him and onto the mat.
Smirnov charges Straker, but Blake drops him with a drop toe hold, and picks him up with a German Suplex. Straker pulls Smirnov toward his corner and acts like he’s going to tag into Pugh, but fakes him out, telling Pugh he isn’t ready yet. Adam sighs, and Straker pulls Smirnov to his feet to deliver an ECHOING chop to the chest, turning Smirnov’s chest bright red! I cringed over that one. Straker whips Smirnov off to the ropes, but Nicolas comes back with a flying shoulderblock to take The Lizard King down to the mat. Smirnov jumps on Straker, trying to clobber him with forearms and punches, but the referee interjects, forcing Smirnov off for using WAY too many closed fists. Pugh takes advantage of Straker’s disorientation, tagging in without Blake’s permission. Blake looks a bit peeved at this, but luckily for him, the referee was so busy reprimanding Smirnov that he didn’t see the tag and forces Pugh back to the corner. Even Straker chuckles a bit over that one.
Darius Falcon is actually applauding as Hart is back in now, and he goes to work on Straker, delivering a dragon leg screw and applying a spinning toehold! We’re seeing all the old school great moves pulled out tonight. Straker kicks away at Hart’s leg, working his way out of the hold, and grabs the ropes to escape. Hart releases after a count of four and proclaims to the referee that he HAS TILL FIVE, DAMMIT! Well, I’m glad Tyler Hart is on top of things. Straker gets up, limping a bit… and suddenly crescent kicks the BEJESUS out of Hart! Straker was playing possum! WHAT AN ASSH*LE! Or a veteran. Your call.
Straker pulls Hart to his feet and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, spinning slightly as he does so. Hart lands hard on his back, and Blake makes the cover, getting a two count before Tyler shoots a shoulder up. Straker pulls Hart to his feet once more, applying a butterfly lock. He sets up for a double-arm suplex, but Hart wriggles free of the hold and counters into a Northern Lights Suplex, before applying a butterfly lock variation of his own, a sitting version with a body scissors! That was a rather smooth transition for the rookie Hart… almost TOO smooth as Straker has broken free of the butterfly lock and delivers a huge belly-to-belly throw-like suplex, sending Hart halfway across the ring toward Straker’s corner! Both men have collapsed to the mat.
After the referee’s count reaches six, both men have slowly crawled and inched their ways to their respective corners. Pugh and Smirnov are in, and Pugh immediately dropkicks a charging Smirnov in the face, stunning him. Adam delivers a deep armdrag and rolls Smirnov into La Majistral cradle pin, getting a two count before Smirnov powers out. Pugh again trips Smirnov, this time pinning his shoulders to the mat with an Oklahoma Roll, getting a two. Smirnov gets up, this time swinging for a huge lariat, but Pugh counters into a Sleeper Slam! Adam points to the turnbuckles, doing a little bit of a jig as he goes there, getting cocky. Hart blindsides him by shoving him off the top turnbuckle, causing him to fall and smack his face on the guardrail! That’s GOTTA hurt! Pugh is down now, and Hart sees Straker on the outside, yelling at Pugh to get up. Tyler climbs to the top rope… and takes out Straker with a high crossbody! Smirnov is the only man left now, and he’s getting up after the string of attacks by Pugh. Hart has enough wits about him to roll Pugh back into the ring, and Smirnov takes advantage, charging with a flying European uppercut that sends Pugh out of his boots! Okay, not literally.
Pugh crashes into the ropes, and Smirnov drags him to the center of the ring. He lifts The Artist up, setting up for the Last Drink, but Pugh slips out… CRUCIFIX ROLL-UP DRIVER! One, two, thr—NO! Smirnov kicks out with all his energy! Pugh gets up, and Smirnov quickly drives him to the mat with a Side Russian Leg Sweep, executed perfectly. Smirnov is to his feet, setting up for a big move… but what’s the ruckus on the outside? Straker delivers the Soul-Crusher to Hart, wiping him out. Smirnov gets a bit distracted, and Pugh manages to roll him into a schoolboy … he gets the three count!
Winners: Adam Pugh and Blake Straker via Pinfall at 19:47
Smirnov is beside himself, claiming that Pugh had the tights. Straker is back in the ring now, but he doesn’t look happy, despite winning. Hart slowly pulls himself inside and shoves Smirnov. Nicolas looks angrily at Hart, AND HE TRIES TO SWING AT HIM! But Hart ducks under and delivers a HUGE German Suplex, sending Nicolas onto his head! Hart watches as Smirnov slithers out of the ring, holding his neck and screaming profanities and obscenities. Tyler gets the mic and speaks.
Tyler Hart:
Smirnov, I’ve had just about ENOUGH… of your mouth.
The fans cheer that one. I think everyone’s had enough of Nicolas running his mouth.
Tyler Hart:
You sure like to bitch about losing… But it wasn’t I who got my shoulders pinned tonight, so as far as I’m concerned… I’m still undefeated!
Hmm. Mixed response for that one. Half the crowd is behind Hart, but the other half doesn’t agree with him being undefeated.
Tyler Hart:
And Darius Falcon…
I’ve noticed you watching my matches, critiquing my moves, and scouting me. I know what’s on your mind, Falcon, and I want to let you know…
I accept.
Scott The Scoop:
I accept? What the hell is THAT about? What is Tyler Hart accepting?!
Brady Cruise:
I don’t know, Scooper, but one thing’s for sure… Nicolas Smirnov does NOT look happy.
The camera gets one last shot of Smirnov as he exits through the black curtains to the back, and Falcon gets out of his way. Hart walks over toward Falcon, who nods, and the two head backstage… What the hell?
Don’t pick on the homeless! They already lead crappy lives! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508096)
The Perfect Warrior’s legacy shall not be long forgotten. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508198)
Match two:
Darius Falcon vs. KANSHI
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
These two shake hands in the beginning, and KANSHI even bows to Falcon, prompting Darius to bow back. Tyler Hart is at ringside, watching on as Darius Falcon, apparently a newfound ally of his, is squaring off against KANSHI, one of the more promising students of wrestling. Things get started with a collar and elbow tie-up. KANSHI quickly goes behind Falcon with a waistlock, delivering a takedown. He floats over for a front facelock, but Falcon quickly grabs his arm and flips over to a hammerlock, forcing KANSHI into the mat. The Perfect Warrior gets to his feet as Falcon is behind him, and he goes behind Falcon into his own hammerlock, and then into a side headlock. KANSHI attempts a headlock takeover, but Falcon delivers a leg heel trip, sending KANSHI to the mat. Darius grips one of KANSHI’s hands into a knuckle lock. He uses it to pull the Perfect Warrior back to his feet. Falcon attempts another back heel trip, but KANSHI uses his free hand to cartwheel over and apply an arm wringer on Falcon. KANSHI grabs Falcon’s other hand into a knuckle lock, twisting it as well. Falcon wisely steps around KANSHI, crossing the Warrior’s arms across his own throat, and applying a cross-arm stretch, before dropping KANSHI onto his knees with a straitjacket lung blower! KANSHI bounces off, holding his back, and that was a hell of a display of technical wrestling!
The fans are hot for this one as Falcon makes the cover, getting two before KANSHI can kick out. KANSHI bridges up and out of the pin, impressing everyone. KANSHI delivers a standing double-knee moonsault to Falcon’s spine! NASTY! KANSHI rolls Falcon over for a cover, but Darius drives a stiff knee into KANSHI’s head out of nowhere. The Perfect warrior backs off, allowing Falcon to get to his feet and deliver a big dropkick that sends KANSHI barreling to the outside. Falcon gets to his feet, runs to the opposite ropes, and comes back with a Fosbury Flop! KANSHI and Falcon are wiped out on the outside, and the fans pat their backs with great empathy for their pain. “This Is Awesome!” echoes throughout the National Guard Armory now, and the referee gets to five before Falcon rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count.
Falcon grabs KANSHI, who is still a bit stunned by the aerial maneuver done moments earlier, and whips him into the steel guardrail. The fans get louder as the action gets closer to them, and a chop to the chest by Falcon omits a large “WOOOOO!” from the crowd – Hell, even I joined in. Falcon tells the fans to move out of the way, and they comply. He grabs KANSHI and goes to throw him over the barrier… but instead, Darius places him in front of the other barrier, laughing at the gullible fans for moving out of their seats. What a douche! Falcon grabs KANSHI from his side and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep into the crowd protector, sending KANSHI’s back into the unforgiving steel! Darius rolls KANSHI back into the ring and makes the eventual cover, but KANSHI kicks out at two, surprising Falcon. Darius pulls KANSHI up and charges him into the corner with a shoulder thrust. Falcon goes for a punch, but KANSHI blocks it and delivers a stiff chop to Falcon’s chest, working his way out of the corner.
KANSHI pairs a few chops to Darius’ chest, lighting him up, and runs to the ropes, coming back with a flying heel kick that takes Falcon down to the mat. KANSHI gets to his feet and prepares to strike Falcon, who is on his knees now. KANSHI goes for a kick to the chest, but Falcon catches it and delivers a dragon leg whip, taking KANSHI down to the mat. Falcon tries to follow up, but KANSHI delivers an impressive monkey flip. Falcon crashes on the mat, and as soon as Darius stands, KANSHI strikes with a rolling kappou kick! Falcon takes the impact to his head, falling into the lower part of the corner. KANSHI gets to his feet and charges forth, delivering a flying, running dropkick to the head! OW!
The Perfect Warrior pulls Falcon toward the center of the ring and hooks the leg, getting a two count before Darius shoots his shoulder up. KANSHI looks a bit annoyed and kicks Falcon in the head, just toying with him a bit. He stomps on the back of Darius’ head before running to the ropes and attempting a springboard, but Falcon quickly jumps to his feet and delivers a dropkick to KANSHI’s back! KANSHI falls over the top rope and lands on the outside.
Falcon uses the opportunity wisely, taking a breather. KANSHI eventually puts his hands on the apron and starts to climb back into the ring, but Darius charges with a baseball slide dropkick that nails him in the head and sends him into the barrier! KANSHI slumps down, holding his shoulder now, and Falcon gets out of the ring, putting the boots to him. The fans boo, and Falcon yells at them to shut the f*ck up, pissing them off further.
KANSHI gets to his feet and drives a boot to Falcon’s midsection while he was jawing with the fans. He tosses Falcon OVER the barricade, into the crowd, getting a good response from the fans. KANSHI goes back into the ring, standing near the ropes. He runs to the opposite side, comes back, and vaults over the top rope with a pescado into the crowd, wiping out Falcon and the first three rows of chairs! JEEZUS H. CRUST! The fans are going crazy, and KANSHI gets Falcon back into the ring. He lifts Falcon to his shoulders, attempting the Clubbed 2 Death, but Darius slides out and counters with the Cleansing Crossface! KANSHI’s soul is getting purged~! KANSHI looks to be in great pain as Falcon wrenches back on the hold. All the fans get on their feet, pounding the barricade and stomping, trying to rally KANSHI. The Perfect Warrior struggles, claws, and crawls his way to the ropes, getting a break.
Falcon pulls KANSHI up, attempting the Big Bang, but KANSHI counters… into the Clubbed 2 Death! He doesn’t have enough strength to make the cover, and Falcon rolls out of the ring, getting a breather. The fans boo as Falcon chuckles a bit while catching his breath, knowing he’s outsmarted KANSHI. KANSHI eventually gets to his feet as Falcon is on the apron. Darius swings for a clothesline, but KANSHI ducks and connects one of his own, sending Falcon on a 270 degree flip, causing him to land on his face on the outside! OUCH!
Falcon looks to be out of it, and KANSHI gets out of the ring as quickly as he can, in spite of being fairly winded. He rolls Falcon back in the ring and tries to catch his breath as he goes along – A cover. One, two, thr—NO! Falcon gets the shoulder up. KANSHI pulls Falcon up and goes for another Clubbed 2 Death… but Falcon counters into an inside cradle… both men’s shoulders are down! One, two, three! What the deuce?!
Result: Draw at 15:55
The fans applaud both men, and Falcon and KANSHI are slowly brought to their feet. They shake, and KANSHI acts as though he’s going to leave, but Falcon grabs him and requests a microphone.
KANSHI… that was a hell of a match. You put up more fight than that halfwit dipsh*t, Rob Cavallo, last week. I gladly shake your hand, I gladly accept you as a warrior, but most importantly…
I see in you what I see in myself, and that is the heart of a real warrior, with no need for a deity or drugs. You and Tyler Hart…
Falcon motions to Hart, who is now in the ring, standing beside the two men who’ve just participated in a battle.
You’re two men who I’d like to join me in my war against the evils of this society… What do you say?
Falcon, Hart, and KANSHI all shake hands and eventually raise each other’s hands, apparently forming… a group. Interesting.
Kenzo thinks Rob Cavallo is a Prima Donna… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508419)
But Rob thinks he’s just fashion conscious! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508511)
Match three:
Rob Cavallo vs. Kenzo Katana
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
Katana gives Cavallo a nonchalant tag of the hand to get this one going. The two men lock up, and Katana uses his superior mat wrestling techniques to get Cavallo on the canvas in a front chancery. Rob manages to get to his feet by using his size and shoves Katana into the corner. We get a clean break until Katana slaps the sh*t out of Rob, and Cavallo fires back with forearm strikes, stunning Katana a bit. Rob kicks Kenzo in the midsection and whips him off to the turnbuckles. He tries to follow up with a leg lariat, but Kenzo moves out of the way, and Rob crashes and burns in the corner.
Kenzo waits on Rob to get up before driving a big kick to Cavallo’s midsection. Payback’s a bitch, Kenzo can be seen very visibly saying as he delivers a second kick, this time to Cavallo’s massively oversized, ego-filled head. Cavallo grabs hold of the ropes and lifts himself, grabbing Kenzo with a headscissors and takes him over the top rope to the outside floor. Rob hangs onto the top rope and skins the cat… long enough for Kenzo to lunge forward with a Shotei! He leaps to the apron and delivers a Muay Thai kick that sends Cavallo back into the ring, holding his head in pain. Kenzo gets back into the ring, making a cover for two.
Cavallo gets to his feet and Kenzo attempts a high kick, but Rob ducks and counters with a lung blower, dropping Kenzo’s back on his knees. Kenzo rolls off, holding his back, and Cavallo follows with an Oklahoma Roll for a two count. Cavallo tries to grab Kenzo, but instead finds himself on the receiving end of a throat thrust and high kick combo! Cavallo, stunned, tries to grab the ropes, but Kenzo instead kicks him with such force that he flips over the top rope and to the outside. Cavallo tries to get onto the apron, but Kenzo grabs the top rope and swings forward with both feet, kicking Cavallo into the barricade. Kenzo pulls himself through the ropes and jumps to the top rope… ASAI MOONSAULT! Kenzo drives both Cavallo and himself into the steel barrier!
Katana eventually gets Cavallo back into the ring at 5, going up to the top rope. Cavallo cuts Kenzo off at the pass, delivering an enzuigiri that trips him up and causes Katana to get crotched on the top rope. Cavallo climbs, preparing to deliver a superplex, but Kenzo ducks under his legs, grabs Cavallo by them, and delivers a vicious Liger Bomb! One, two, th—NO! Cavallo shoots his shoulders up, getting out at two. Cavallo gets up, and he can see Katana preparing to kick, so he beats him, delivering a Kappou Kick to the head. Kenzo staggers backwards, but he catches his balance and delivers a flying single leg dropkick to the head, sending Cavallo on a full rotation onto his head! OW! Cavallo tries to get to his feet, but Kenzo kicks his legs out from under him, and Robbie C does a face plant. Rob looks up in time to see both of Kenzo’s boots nail him in the head with a running dropkick. Kenzo makes the cover, but Cavallo shockingly kicks out. Katana pulls Rob up… and goes to town with vicious kicks to his head! SHADES OF KAWADA! Wait, that’s breaking kayfabe… SHADES OF GW MEMBER KAWADA! Cough. Shades of… Katana? Good game. Kenzo pulls Rob up… BRAINBUSTAAHHHH! Hook of the leg… one, two, NO! Rob is just a resilient assh*le. Kenzo pounds the mat, frustrated, and pulls Rob up a THIRD time, but the third time isn’t the charm for Mr. Katana, as Rob strikes him with a big forearm strike. Cavallo grabs Kenzo with a huracarrana, taking him over. He holds the position for a two count before Katana forces him off. Cavallo runs to the ropes, looking for some type of crossbody, but Katana counters with a big dropkick!
Rob holds his midsection as Katana kicks him right in the head. The God of Rock falls, but Katana sets up… BURNING BLADE! Cavallo collapses to the canvas, and Katana prepares to finish him off… He goes to apply the Katana Klutch, but Rob fights him off. Katana tries to grab him but takes a sweep kick followed by a quick senton! Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll! Rob runs to the ropes and comes back with a twisting standing moonsault! Katana is stunned and unable to do anything. Cavallo hooks both legs… but Kenzo kicks out. Rob pulls Kenzo up and boots him in the stomach… Time Travel—no! Katana Klutch! Katana Klutch! Kenzo has him locked in, but Rob is still standing… and he grabs Kenzo… STUNNER! Kenzo’s jaw smacks off Cavallo’s shoulder, and he falls back, holding it. Cavallo gets to his feet and sees his chance… He goes to the top rope, but this time it’s Kenzo who cuts off his opponent with a kick to the legs. Kenzo climbs, trying a super brainbuster, but Rob fights him off… and delivers a release front suplex that sends Kenzo onto the mat! Rob leaps off… 450 splash! One, two, thr—NO! Cavallo can’t believe it, but in all honesty, he’s gonna have to do more than that to put Kenzo away.
Rob pulls Katana up and tries a piledriver, but Kenzo lifts him up, setting up the Martial Driver Omega! Rob counters… sunset flip for two. Kenzo rolls back and grabs Rob for a pinning predicament, but Cavallo counters with another huracarrana! Rob gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, springs off… and takes an enzuigiri to the head! Kenzo is back now, reeling a bit, and pulls Cavallo toward the middle of the ring for a cover. Cavallo shoots a shoulder up at two, and Kenzo decides it’s time to end this game. He tries to grab Cavallo into the Fujiwara Armbar, but Rob blocks it and pulls Kenzo to his shoulders… TKO! Kenzo bounces off the mat… Rob is hesitant to cover but gets there, and only gets two! Cavallo gets to his feet… STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! An impressive move for the youngster! The crowd pops and Cavallo heads to the ropes… springboard moonsault! Cavallo gets to his feet once more… STANDING SENTON! He hooks the leg… AND KENZO STILL KICKS OUT! The fans are really rallying for someone to win this match now, as all these near falls are making them antsy…
Cavallo pulls Kenzo up… and takes a stiff palm strike to the chest, sending him into the corner. Kenzo charges for a kick to the head, but Cavallo evades and leaps onto the apron. Kenzo attempts a chop to the neck, but Rob ducks under and hotshots Kenzo off the top rope. Katana falls back into the turnbuckles, and Rob leaps onto the apron, leaps over the top rope… and nails the Back to the Future! NO, WAIT! KATANA HAS THE KATANA KLUTCH CINCHED IN! ROB IS GONNA TAP! ROB IS GONNA TAP! ROB IS GONNA… Counter?! He does! Time Traveler! Both men are down, and the crowd is into it… pounding on the barriers again. Katana lifts Rob to his feet and whips him into the corner. Katana charges for a cartwheel enzuigiri kick, but Rob moves out of the way, and Kenzo crashes in the corner, just as Rob had done previously. Rob climbs to the middle rope and grabs Kenzo into a cravat… FLIPPING CORNER ACE CRUSHER! MODIFIED BACK TO THE FUTURE! Rob makes the cover, hooking both legs, and gets a shocking victory tonight at Dawn of Destiny!
Winner: Rob Cavallo via Pinfall at 16:29
Rob celebrates his victory with the crowd, and he looks exasperated after that bout.
It’s a sad, sad day to be a wrestling fan… because Roderick Brookes would likely piss you off. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508044)
Drake Vinaldi can defeat cancer, because he’s a true champion… (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=508496)
Main Event:
Drake Vinaldi vs. Roderick Brookes
Exhibition: Singles Match
Match Coverage by Dean
These two barely want to shake hands, so they just knuckle touch, which looks more like a punch. Things start off quickly, with Brookes rushing Vinaldi, locking on a Greco-Roman lock-up and shoving him into the corner. Brookes tries to slap Vinaldi, but the quick Italian ducks under and kicks Brookes in the back of the thigh. Roderick turns and catches a second kick attempt, slapping Vinaldi in the face after doing so. The two look angry as hell, and the fans all get on their feet, knowing business is about to pick up!
Vinaldi and Brookes start to engage in a slap contest, with each man rearing back and delivering some of the stiffest chops and slaps I’ve ever seen. Vinaldi looks worse for wear, mostly accredited to Brookes’ massive frame. Brookes backs Vinaldi into the ropes with a series of lefts and rights, chops and punches, but Vinaldi battles back with some rapid punches to the midsection, winding Roderick. Roderick swings for a lariat, but Vinaldi ducks under and delivers a huge enzuigiri that sends Brookes staggering into the ropes. Vinaldi runs to the opposite side, looking for a charging attack, but Roderick counters with an STO! VINALDI’S HEAD SNAPS OFF THE CANVAS! Drake isn’t down for long, though, as he rolls backwards and promptly gets to his feet, but he’s so dazed that he trips and falls, landing on his feet. Brookes takes advantage, driving his knee right into the point of Vinaldi’s large, Italian nose! DAT’SA SPICY MEATBALL! Vinaldi falls back, holding his nose, and Brookes kicks him in the rib cage.
Drake eventually rolls out of the ring, reaching in as Brookes goes to kick him, and trips the Irish Assassin, a nickname that I just created, pulling him out of the ring. Drake goes to grab Brookes, but the massive cancerous bastard delivers a huge belly-to-belly overhead suplex that sends Vinaldi into the steel ring steps. Vinaldi’s back smacks hard on the unforgiving substance, sending him into an immense state of pain. Vinaldi attempts a kip-up rana, but Brookes manages to hold on, swinging round and round… AND DRIVING VINALDI’S HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE! JESUS CHRIST! Vinaldi is OUT! The fans in the front row pat Brookes’ back, cheering him on as he takes a breather and wipes his smirking mouth due to the amount of slobber and sweat. Brookes reaches under the ring and grabs a lighter and a cigarette, lighting one up… and then burning it in the back of Vinaldi’s hand as the Sicilian Shooter tries to pull himself up by using the guardrail! What a dick! Brookes grabs Vinaldi by the head and tries to slam his face off the steel, but Drake fires some short elbows to the midsection of his adversary before leaping to the guardrail and delivering a crazy ass kick to the face, a modified Ganmengiri kick! Brookes falls to the floor, holding his nose now, and Vinaldi has gotten a bit of retribution on his assh*le of an adversary.
Drake rolls inside the ring at seven to break the referee’s count. He gets back outside, still woozy from the onslaught that Brookes has unleashed. Vinaldi’s nose has a small amount of blood that’s trickled out at some point, but he wipes it and goes to work on Brookes, kicking the large mass with vicious strikes. Brookes manages to turn and catch Vinaldi’s leg, but Drake quickly punches Brookes in the back of the head, and I’m shocked Brookes isn’t KO’ed… But he’s a tough bastard and can take it. Vinaldi gets Roderick back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Vinaldi attempts a springboard… something, but Roderick gets up and DROPKICKS –YES, DROPKICKS—Vinaldi, sending him gut-first on the top rope! Where the hell did Brookes learn how to do a dropkick? Well, probably wrestling school. Moving on, Vinaldi hangs lifelessly on the top rope as Brookes runs to the adjacent ropes… and blasts him in the jaw with a vicious yakuza kick! Vinaldi barrel rolls and does several rotations before collapsing on the canvas. Realism for the win.
Brookes makes no haste in covering, but Vinaldi gets his foot on the rope at two and a half. Brookes pulls Vinaldi up… and gets shocked from a pele kick! Brookes staggers about before falling to a knee, and Vinaldi runs towards him… Shining Black! Drake doesn’t have enough strength to make the cover, but he looks like he’s saving his energy for something big… Brookes gets to his feet as Vinaldi is resting in the corner, facing the opposite direction. Brookes charges, and Vinaldi does a headstand in the turnbuckle… Roderick looks a bit confused before running ahead and getting two boots to the face that send him down to the mat. Vinaldi twists, showing some impressive gymnastic abilities, and gets to the top rope… LUNATIC HIGH! Brookes gets flattened with a vicious double stomp, and Vinaldi makes the cover… One, two, NO! Brookes gets HIS foot on the rope. This is clearly a game of “can you top this.” That’s my FAVORITE KIND of GAME!
Vinaldi gets to his feet and stomps Brookes a few times. Roderick gets into the corner, and Vinaldi places his foot on the side of Roderick’s head… face wash! He scrapes his boot over and over again against Roderick’s nose before running to the opposite side. Vinaldi comes back, looking for a charging kick to the face, but Brookes rolls out of the corner and delivers a sweep kick to Vinaldi’s legs, wiping him out, causing Vinaldi to LAND on his FACE! Vinaldi contorts and spins a bit, doing a sort of break-dance type move, before falling and… it would appear he’s dead. HUGE “HOLY SH*T!” chant breaks out as Brookes gets to his feet. Damn, he’s quick for his size.
Brookes gets to his feet… and delivers the face wash to Vinaldi, giving him a taste of the medicine he tried to give him, or something equally run-on sentence-esque! Instead of charging at Vinaldi for a boot, Brookes lifts him up and slaps the sh*t out of him. Vinaldi looks dazed, and Brookes capitalizes… ROARING ELBOW! Vinaldi collapses in the corner. Brookes pulls him toward the middle of the ring and makes the cover. One, two, thre—WHATTHEF*CKCHARLES?! Vinaldi kicks out! Brookes pulls Vinaldi up, driving some knees into his head while keeping a clinch in tact. Vinaldi tries to fight back, delivering some chops to Brookes’ midsection. Brookes battles back with slaps to the face. He goes for a discus slap, but Vinaldi ducks and delivers a kick to the left leg. Brookes hobbles a bit, and Vinaldi continuously kicks his leg, delivering four fast, painful shots! Brookes falls to his knee, and Vinaldi runs to the ropes, looking for a Shining Wizard, but Brookes leaps to his feet… BURNING LARIAT! Vinaldi does a complete flip and rotation before falling to the mat, presumably dead! Brookes is down as well, clutching at his leg.
Brookes makes the cover… but Vinaldi kicks out! Roderick can’t believe it, and he screams, yelling at the referee that he’s a racist wop. GG. Brookes pulls Drake to his feet, but Vinaldi gets a second burst of energy, driving a few slaps to Brookes’ face, before delivering a Mongolian Chop to drops Brookes to his knees… KILLING BLOW! Vinaldi makes a cover… One, two, thre—NO! Brookes kicks out! JESUS H. CHRIST! The fans are pounding the barriers, stomping, screaming, cheering, doing everything it takes to rally their favorite. Vinaldi is the first to his feet, and Brookes is kind of slow behind, hobbling. Vinaldi charges, delivering a huge dropkick to the knee that sends Brookes back down to the canvas. Vinaldi tries to apply a leg grapevine, but Brookes kicks him away with his good leg and scrambles to the outside, trying to rest that knee. Drake runs to the opposite side and comes back with a tope! SUICIDE DIVE! Brookes gets forced into the barricade, and Vinaldi falls to the floor. The fans applaud both men as Brookes drops to his knee, holding his closely as he’s in an immense amount of pain, and Vinaldi rests on the floor, that suicide dive taking a toll.
After the ref’s count reaches four, Brookes gets inside the ring, but Vinaldi grabs his leg, pulling it toward the turnbuckle post. He pulls it back… and smacks Brookes’ leg against the post! OUCH! The knee makes a sickening sound once it connects, and Vinaldi wraps it around the post, along with Brookes’ other leg… figure-four leg lock around the turnbuckle post! Brookes is writhing in pain, but fortunately for him, the submission is illegal. The referee gives Vinaldi till the count of five, and that’s how long Drake takes before releasing the submission. Brookes can barely even stand now, trying to get to his feet as Vinaldi enters the ring. Drake looks a bit winded, but he isn’t relenting. Brookes is on his knees now, and he begs Vinaldi off, but Drake grins and goes for another Killing Blow! Roderick ducks under and delivers a leg trip to Vinaldi, sending him face-first to the mat. Roderick somehow hobbles to his feet and applies the leg hold of the curb stomp… he slaps Vinaldi’s back and grabs his arms… CURB STOMP! Brookes doesn’t have the knee strength to go for another, and he instead applies the dreaded No Cure for Cancer! Vinaldi manages to fight off the headlock long enough to drive some elbows into Brookes’ nose! Brookes winces a bit, and Vinaldi manages to reach the ropes. The ref forces Brookes off Vinaldi, but Roderick claims he can’t move his knee. He grabs Vinaldi’s heel and pushes it forward, tightening the leg lock, and the referee actually buys into Brookes not being able to let go. Brookes sloooooowly releases the hold, milking it for all its worth. Vinaldi gets to his feet and tries to kick Brookes in the head, but Brookes takes him down with a tackle and drives some forearms into Vinaldi’s face!
Drake counters with some shots of his own, and the two roll on the mat, striking away. The referee can’t interfere and the fans don’t want him to. He lets these two go, and Brookes ultimately gets on Vinaldi’s back, trying to apply a rear naked choke, but Vinaldi blocks it, grabbing Brookes’ leg… heel lock! Brookes is in immense pain now as Vinaldi wrenches on his leg and applies the leg grapevine! Brookes is trying to reach the ropes, but he looks to be in too much pain? Is he going to tap? Roderick tries to inch his way toward the ropes, but Vinaldi eventually pushes the leg forward and shifts into an STF, locking on a facelock around Roderick’s nose! Roderick tries to break it, but Drake crossface punches him across the bridge of the nose, dazing Brookes. Roderick manages to grab Vinaldi’s arm and uses his upper body strength to pull it forward into a modified armbar to escape… Brookes gets to his legs, hobbling badly on the knee, and he goes to the corner to rest. Vinaldi gets up… TIDAL CRUSH—No! Brookes catches him on his shoulders… DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Vinaldi’s head gets planted that time!
Both men are down, and Brookes literally can’t stand. The referee begins his count, getting to eight by the time Vinaldi is on his feet. Brookes is finally to his, and Drake charges… KAPPOU KICK! Brookes falls back into the corner, and Vinaldi unleashes some vicious chops to the chest. Drake grabs Brookes and manages to lift him to the top turnbuckle. Vinaldi goes for a palm strike, but Brookes moves out of the way by reaching back… and grabs Vinaldi into an Asiatic Spike! Vinaldi is getting choked out, but Brookes is on the ropes so it’s illegal. The ref gets to four before Brookes lets go… and Vinaldi delivers a huge Pele kick, nailing Brookes right in the head! Roderick falls back, with his feet being hooked under the middle ropes saving him from falling to the outside floor. Drake climbs to the middle ropes, punching Brookes a few times. He sets up for a superplex, but Brookes blocks it… Roderick manages to get his feet on the middle ropes, but Vinaldi blocks an avalanche gourd buster with shots to the midsection. Vinaldi climbs to the top rope, trying to superplex Brookes off there… but Brookes counters… REVERSE AVALANCHE BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! Both men are DEAD! Vinaldi’s head bounced off the canvas, and he’s lying motionlessly on the mat now. Brookes is out, trying to grab at his excruciating knee joints. The ref counts both men down, reaching six, and Vinaldi is trying to pull himself to the ropes. Brookes can’t even get up now to walk, as most of the impact from the move was on his legs, particularly his knees. The ref gets to nine, and Vinaldi tries to get up… but can’t… He reaches ten, and both men are counted down! What the hell? Another draw?! YOU BOOKERS AND YOUR UNORIGINALITY!
Result: Draw at 29:50
Brookes can’t even get to his feet without help from the ropes and the referee. He forces the referee to support his weight as he stands, shoving the referee to the ground as a result. The ref tries to get up, but Brookes shoves him down again, claiming he was “only trying to keep his balance.” Vinaldi eventually goes over… and the two reluctantly shake hands. The fans are chanting "We want a rematch!" as Vinaldi pulls Brookes in closely, sneering at him. Brookes chuckles a bit, knowing he's pissed off Drake by going toe to toe with him. What a hell of a match and a great show for Pro Wrestling Warriors. While some may dislike the fact this was virtually a spot show before the rumored title tournament next week, I still got my money’s worth here tonight and got to see some great wrestling.
OOC: I was flying solo on this one. Let me know what you think, and hopefully it met your expectations. Joe should be returning to results writing next week.