Dean
February 14th, 2007, 09:42 PM
Pro Wrestling Warriors presents:
War
Carnesecca Arena - Queens, New York - 8,000
[02.14.07]
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Voltaire
Exhibition: Singles
By now, it would seem that Michael Simons is a card opener regular – perhaps even an extraordinaire. However, his curtain-jerking abilities alone may not be enough to combat the high-flying expertise of his opponent for tonight, Matthew Voltaire, who is returning to singles action after – simply put – getting his ass kicked by Drake Vinaldi. Voltaire moves in for the lock up, but Simons doesn’t give him the satisfaction, cutting off the youngster with a pair of knees to the stomach and an armdrag. Simons applies an armlock, but Voltaire is able to get to his feet quickly and roll through, alleviating the pressure. He tries to apply a hammerlock on Simons, but before he could apply pressure, Simons back elbows him and takes Voltaire down to the mat with a headlock takeover. He applies a side headlock, but Voltaire quickly wraps his legs around Simons in an effort to apply a headscissors submission hold. Michael wisely rolls on top of Voltaire, folding his legs into a jackknife pinning position for a two count before Voltaire is able to lift his shoulders off the canvas. Simons turns him around and puts his shoulders against the canvas once again, this time with a surfboard. He gets another two count before Voltaire is able to kick out. Matt gets back to his feet but walks into a nasty Euro Uppercut from Michael Simons, sending Voltaire staggering into the ropes. Simons charges Voltaire, but it’s Matt this time who catches Simons with a back elbow, which sends Mike into the opposite ropes. Voltaire charges, but Simons is able to back bodydrop him all the way over the top rope, sending Voltaire crashing on the outside floor.
Matt gets a bad landing as the fans gasp. Simons wastes little time in pursuing him, but instead of foolishly attempting a dive of his own, he slides out of the ring and makes sure he can connect on Voltaire – with a stiff clothesline that sends him down on the hard concrete on the outside. Voltaire’s head smacks off the floor as Simons stands above him, peering at his seemingly unworthy opponent. Simons wastes no time in rolling Matt back inside the ring and making a pinfall attempt for a two count. Michael fires a few forearms into his opponent’s head, and lets him drop back on the mat. It seems like Simons is in total control of the contest as he reaches down to pick Voltaire back to his feet, but Matt quickly rolls Simons into an inside cradle, nearly getting three before Simons can kick out! Michael is furious and begins kicking and stomping Voltaire afterwards. Matt scurries to the corner as Simons pursues, but Michael is unable to avoid a crescent kick to the head from Voltaire that sends him down. Matt points to the corner, getting a pop from the fans here in Queens as he climbs to the top rope. Michael slowly gets to his feet and catches Voltaire pulling himself to the top rope out of the corner of his eye. He runs up the turnbuckles and delivers a quick overhead release belly-to-belly suplex off the top rope, sending both men crashing into the mat!
A “PWW” chant fills the Carnesecca Arena, the resident War Zone, where over 8,000 fans are jam-packed. Simons makes the cover, but Voltaire is able to kick out after two and a half. Michael makes Voltaire expend further energy by following with two more pinfall attempts, causing the lightweight to exert himself by kicking out again and again. Michael lifts Voltaire back to his feet, but this time Matt is able to deliver a modified jawbreaker, sending Simons’ jaw crashing down on the top of Voltaire’s head. The man who’s been waging war against Entertainment Establishment has been doing fairly well in the contest, but Voltaire is able to capitalize after the momentum-changing maneuver with a sunset bomb, sending Simons into the mat on the back of his head! Voltaire holds the position down for a pin attempt, but he only gets two on the veteran. Voltaire runs to the ropes, springs off the middle, and tries to moonsault onto Simons, but Michael drops to a knee and catches Voltaire with an impromptu gutbuster, causing the riskier wrestle to double over in pain. Simons exclaims, Where’s your entertainment now, bitch?! before viciously sending Voltaire into the canvas with a lariat! Voltaire is sent on such a powerful rotation that he lands on the back of his head, but Simons holds no prisoners when he wages war in the squared circle. He pulls Voltaire back to his feet before snapping him into the canvas with the Blind Eye Halo! Michael hooks the legs to continue his steamroll-like domination of the under card in PWW.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 11:42
Match two:
Rich Storrs versus Damien Helley
Exhibition: Singles
One would think after the way Storrs verbally and physically berated young Damien Helley earlier this evening that Helley would try to combat this with some words of wisdom or… at least… speak at all. However, this was not the case. Going into the match, Storrs seemed dominant, having a counter for every possible wrestling move Helley attempted. It wasn’t long before Helley managed to maintain a comeback, however, with a flurry of forearms and shots. He attempted to follow, but it seemed like he couldn’t mount much successful offense. Storrs made the vital mistake of getting over-confident, however, after he had gained back the momentum. In the end, Rich Storrs won with a vicious brainbuster, putting the newcomer to shame. Tsk, tsk, Damien Helley. Maybe he’ll try harder next time.
Winner: Rich Storrs via Pinfall at 6:50
After that… less than enthralling bout, the video screen illuminates with the image of James Simpson, sitting in his office.
James Simpson:
I’m not going to lie, wrestling fans… That was pretty pathetic. Now, I’ll admit Rich Storrs at least made an effort, but if you plan to compete in PWW, you’re going to have to try harder… do better… actually put forth a valiant attempt if you expect any sort of merit in this establishment. If you think you’re going to get by simply… coasting along and losing matches, just to pick up a paycheck, well… then I believe you are sadly mistaken.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that in the last few weeks, there have been a lot of newcomers come and go. The reason why they haven’t made a splash in the PWW pool is nothing more than a lack of drive and commitment. Some men had a decent image and some charisma, but when it came to the in-ring work, they were clueless. Others understood psychology in the ring, but they couldn’t understand what it means to entertain these fans. To be in PWW means you’re one of the elite – You’re a real professional wrestler who understands all facets of the business. And what I’ve witnessed over the last few weeks, with clones of old wrestlers or even people we already have on our roster… with passionless troglodytes who don’t know a hammerlock from an STF… and of course the ridiculous gimmicks that would be customary in the 1990s up north; it’s all disappointing.
From this point forward, there will be no more of this. If you expect to compete in the greatest professional wrestling company on the planet, then you’re going to have to prove you deserve to be here. You’re going to put forth effort if you expect to get a return, and you’ll need to start impressing me, or your ass will be out the door! However, this is not the only reason I decided to interrupt your normally scheduled broadcast. As of late, most of you have noticed that one of the wrestling world’s finest – Jack Porter, or as he goes by more commonly, Komodo has made appearances in Pro Wrestling Warriors. Accompanying Porter is the man who understands the professional wrestling business better than perhaps… anybody. That man is Blaine Williams, and he has come to PWW to help us generate more revenue, make more money, and get more advertising. If we can generate more revenue, we will be able to cover our expenses. If we can cover our expenses, we can earn more cash. More money means better arenas, better equipment, better rings, and of course, better wrestlers from all around the world.
More promotional backing and advertising will obviously help us get the word out about Pro Wrestling Warriors all across the globe and attract the best and brightest in the professional wrestling industry. Blaine Williams has been credited for the success of Hybrid Championship Wrestling, and it is no coincidence that after he left the promotion and it fell into the hands of new management, it has suffered a steep decline in ratings, finances, and fan approval. Blaine Williams is a financial genius, and he is truly a valuable asset for Pro Wrestling Warriors, a company that has taken the professional wrestling world by storm in recent months. With his assistance, PWW will be able to achieve all of its dreams and avoid the mistakes made by its predecessors. I welcome you aboard, Blaine…
The camera shifts over to reveal Mr. Williams sitting in a chair just a couple feet away from James Simpson. He grins as Simpson extends his hand. Williams and Simpson shake, with both men looking at the camera. Simpson speaks one final time.
James Simpson:
I can tell this is the beginning of a very prosperous relationship. Now, let’s get back to the action!
We return to the ring for our next featured contest…
Match three:
Kenzo Katana © versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: PWW World Heavyweight Championship; Match three; Submissions
The World Heavyweight Champion is tied with his challenger, the Sicilian Shooter, Drake Vinaldi. The beginning moments are a feeling out process, with neither man willing to risk too much and stick their neck out to give their opponent a definitive advantage. After a few attempts at a lock-up, the two combatants start grappling in the center of the ring, with Vinaldi using his weight effectively and throwing Katana into the canvas with a takeover. Vinaldi and Katana start grappling on the mat, neither man able to get the advantage. After a moment of struggle, the referee orders them both to return to their feet, breaking them apart. He calls a stalemate in the position, and both men return to their feet as ordered. They move in for a lock-up… but Vinaldi fires a kick to Katana’s leg, catching him by surprise. He delivers a couple chops to Kenzo, but the reigning champ returns fire in full, delivering a series of nasty chops to Vinaldi, turning his chest pink. He fires a hard forearm to Vinaldi’s face. Kenzo takes a few steps back as he watches Drake sort of stagger before charging for a big forearm. Drake ducks under and tries to deliver a kick to Kenzo as he turns around, but Katana catches it and takes Vinaldi down with a dragon screw leg whip. Kenzo tries to advance, but Vinaldi quickly backpedals to the ropes and grabs hold of the lower rope to force a break. Kenzo gets up and allows Drake to return to his feet without interference on his behalf. The referee brings both men back to the middle of the ring where they lock-up again.
Kenzo tries to push Vinaldi back into the corner, but Drake fires a swift knee to the abdomen of his adversary to mount an advantage. Vinaldi breaks the lock and delivers a brutal chop to Kenzo’s chest before taking him down to the mat with a headlock takeover. He applies pressure on the neck of Katana, but Kenzo manages to return to a vertical base again before countering the lock with a hammerlock of his own. He tries to apply the Katana Klutch, but Vinaldi has it well scouted and is able to take Katana back down to the canvas, this time with a judo-style throw. He grabs Kenzo as the Japanese warrior tries to return to his feet, applying a clinch and driving some knees into his skull. Vinaldi keeps the pressure on Kenzo and backs him into a corner. Drake tries to tee off with some shots, but Kenzo comes out of the corner with a series of vicious slaps, catching Vinaldi off-guard. Kenzo misses a spinning back fist, and Drake is able to deliver a release German Suplex, dropping the reigning champ on the back of his head.
Kenzo slowly rises to his feet but gets caught with the educated feet of Drake Vinaldi, striking him in the back of his head with a flick-kick. Vinaldi springs off the middle ropes after the strike, delivering a Lionsault on the back of Kenzo Katana. He rolls Katana over and tries to apply some type of choke hold, but Kenzo is able to quickly turn and mount Vinaldi to prevent the endeavor. Katana still has gas in the tank as he connects with some brutal forearm strikes to the head of the Sicilian Shooter. They grapple a bit on the mat again, with each man trying to put the other in a position of being submitted. Kenzo manages to apply a guillotine on Vinaldi, but Drake counters by delivering a series of sharp elbows to the side of Katana’s head, forcing him off. Kenzo gets to his feet dazedly after the strikes, and Vinaldi cautiously approaches. He fires some kicks to Kenzo’s midsection. Katana moves in for a big punch, but Drake side steps and applies a fujiwara armbar, bringing him down to the canvas. Kenzo rolls through before hold can be applied properly and pulls Vinaldi into a belly-to-belly suplex, throwing Drake hard into the mat. He mounts Drake from the side and tries driving some elbows into his head, but Vinaldi manages to block the arm and underhooks it. Kenzo tries to wriggle free, but Vinaldi moves his legs and applies a bodyscissors on Kenzo to keep him at bay. With Kenzo’s arm trapped and his body in the confines of Vinaldi’s scissors hold, he has little to do but use his free arm to grab the middle rope and force a break before Vinaldi could apply a more painful submission.
Kenzo and Vinaldi return to their feet, and Katana comes out with a new fire, delivering some good slaps and strikes to Vinaldi whenever Drake tries to advance. Vinaldi learns to let Kenzo try to come to him, and as he does, Vinaldi catches Katana off-guard with a high kick, striking him in the side of the head. Kenzo staggers, and Vinaldi tries to apply the rear naked choke, but Kenzo grabs his arms and breaks it before delivering a mule kick to his stomach. Vinaldi doubles over, and Kenzo quickly grabs his head and attempts to apply a guillotine chokehold. Vinaldi uses his strength to throw Kenzo off before he could apply the proper facelock. Kenzo still has the body scissors applied, but it does little good in shielding the rights and lefts of Vinaldi as he rains down from above on Kenzo, who is stuck on the mat. Katana uses his leg strength to roll Vinaldi onto his head. Drake… attempts a cartwheel, but gets crushed as Kenzo rolls into a mounting position and repays the favor, delivering a series of punches from above. Vinaldi throws Kenzo off him and gets to his feet. Kenzo fires a hard chop to his chest, and Drake responds in kind. The two men exchange chops before Drake fires a kick to Kenzo’s stomach. Vinaldi attempts a vertical suplex, but Kenzo slips out and again tries to apply the Katana Klutch! Drake fights out of it by stomping on Kenzo’s foot this time, firing some repeated stomps to his toes. He turns around and forearms Kenzo in the jaw and takes him over with an overhead t-bone suplex.
Vinaldi seems a bit tired from all the action, and Kenzo tries to rest on the canvas. Drake fires some knees into Kenzo’s skull from a side mount and attempts a jujigatame, but Kenzo clasps his hands together and rolls over, applying an anklelock. Vinaldi fights out of that rather easily by placing his legs around Kenzo’s arms and locking him into a modified wakigatame! Kenzo is in a lot of pain, but he transitions his weight once more and grips his hands together around Vinaldi’s legs, lifts him into the air, and drops him with a shortened powerbomb variant. He holds the position before wrapping his arms around Drake’s legs and stepping over into a Sicilian Crab! He puts pressure on Drake’s neck and back as he sits down in the hold. Vinaldi finds a counter after a moment or two of struggle by mule kicking Kenzo in the face a few times. He returns to his feet and shoots in for a takedown, but Kenzo blocks it and fires some knees into Drake’s head. Vinaldi falls into a Fisherman’s Buster from Katana that spikes him, and Kenzo follows by applying the Katana Klutch! Drake is in serious trouble now as Kenzo has him stretched out… but Drake realizes he’s close enough to the ropes to work his way into a break. After slowly scooting his weight toward the bottom rope, he makes the grip, forcing a break of Kenzo’s patented submission.
Vinaldi is gassed, and Kenzo tries to roll him into a sunset flip to take him down again, but Vinaldi avoids it and leaps into the air, delivering a standing double stomp to Kenzo’s chest, wiping him out for the moment. Vinaldi rests before returning to his feet. He sees Kenzo on his knees and delivers a few kicks to his chest. Drake attempts the Killing Blow, but Kenzo is able to avoid it before applying the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi’s in trouble again, but he isn’t taken down yet… He fights and fights, but Kenzo places his foot in the knee socket of Vinaldi and forces him down to a knee. From there he’s able to wrap his legs around Vinaldi’s body and force him all the way into the mat with the deadly submission. Kenzo really wrenches on the hold, and Vinaldi is in a lot of pain… He’s fading… The referee notices and lifts Vinaldi’s hand once… it drops. He lifts it again to the same result. Third time’s the charm, and Kenzo Katana wins this “submission” match via pass-out.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Pass-Out at 19:45
Despite not tapping out, Vinaldi has forfeited the contest. Kenzo gets his hand raised and now leads the series two-to-one.
Before the AJ Cross versus Brett Stokes match can begin, we get a shot of AJ Cross heading to the ring backstage… when he’s stopped by YOSHI, who appears rather angry. He stares at Cross, unwilling to move out of his way.
AJ Cross:
What’s the matter, YOSHI? No koopa shells?
Suddenly, Cross gets hit from behind by a steel chair from Myles Ravington, sending him down to the floor. Ravington stands over him and drops the chair, laughing at him.
Myles Ravington:
You may have gotten the edge over me at Winter Warfare, AJ… but you still had to cheat to do it. Heh. We’ll see how well you do next week. I have a special surprise in store for you… Come on, YOSHI.
Ravington and YOSHI leave as Cross lies in pain. The camera pans over to Brett Stokes, his opponent for the evening, who is caking gel and glitter on his face in layers while strumming his guitar. His attractive valet, Maria Rounds, strums some chords on the guitar resting on Stokes’ lap as he sighs.
Brett Stokes:
Make love… not war.
Michael Simons, who happens to be passing by, stares at Stokes for a moment… his eyes bulging out of his head once he hears this.
Michael Simons:
…What… the f*ck… YOU GODDAMNED… FRUITCAKE.
This takes Stokes aback, and he slowly removes the guitar from his lap and handing it to Maria.
Michael Simons:
YOU WOULDN’T LAST… FIVE F*CKING MINUTES IN THE RING WITH ME, FAIRY!
Simons suddenly lunges at Stokes, trying to choke him. Security personnel rush the scene, immediately pulling Simons back. He starts kicking and screaming derogatory terms for homosexual at Stokes as he’s pulled away, and Stokes’ valet consoles him.
Match four:
The Awakening (Zack Wicked, Tyler Hart, and Will Bauer) w/ Darius Falcon versus Adrian King and Revolution (Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo)
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag
With Brady Cruise out of commission thanks to the ruthlessness of William Bauer, this match has become a handicap, with Cavallo and King hoping to combat the brute power of Zack Wicked, the veteran wiles of Will Bauer, and the technical prowess of Tyler Hart. Fortunately for King and Cavallo, they get an early advantage with Cavallo out-maneuvering Zack Wicked. Rob takes Wicked down with a satellite headscissors. He tags in King as Hart gets tagged in. Hart tries to utilize a similar strategy, but finds himself eating the size seventeen boot of Adrian King. After the big boot, King uses his power to keep Hart at bay for a moment. Hart is able to tag back into Will Bauer, and King tags into Rob Cavallo. These two are eager to get at each other’s throats as Bauer and Cavallo start exchanging shots. Cavallo unwisely plays into Bauer’s power and technical game, allowing him to get a definitive advantage. Bauer tosses Cavallo overhead with a nasty head and arm suplex. Will tags into Wicked, who can now use his power to dominate Bauer. He uses a series of slams and backbreakers to keep the smaller man down. Cavallo tries to tag into King, but Wicked stops that endeavor with a vicious yakuza kick, planting him in the side of the head.
Wicked tags into Hart, who stretches Cavallo with a series of grounded submissions to prevent him from tagging Adrian King. King is restless as Cavallo gets triple-teamed by the brutes of The Awakening. Hart whips Cavallo into the ropes, attempting a clothesline, but Cavallo gets his first offensive maneuver in minutes with a springboard backflip elbow to the mouth of Hart, sending him into the mat. Cavallo makes the much-needed tag to King as Hart gets back to his feet and gets waffled with a lariat. Bauer comes in and finds himself on the receiving end of a big boot. Hart tags into Zack Wicked, and Wicked steps in, and the two big men stare eye to eye. King and Wicked exchange blows, delivering a series of stiff forearms and punches, with neither man taking the other down. The referee gets preoccupied as Hart and Bauer try to get in the ring, and King delivers a kick between the legs of Wicked, finding a way to get the momentum on his side. He follows up with a huge Jackknife Powerbomb, drilling Wicked in the center of the ring. King makes the cover, but Hart and Cavallo break it up. Cavallo comes in, and this match has gone bonzo gonzo.
King ducks under a double clothesline attempt from Hart and Bauer and sends both men over the top rope with a pair of huge clotheslines himself. Wicked catches King from behind and throws him outside the ring. Zack swings at Cavallo for a clothesline, but Rob ducks under. Rob rebounds off the ropes and delivers a huge spinning heel kick to Wicked, sending him staggering through the ropes as well. With all four men on the outside, Rob runs to the opposite side of the ring and returns… SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP! He wipes out all four men, including his own tag partner. The fans go crazy as Cavallo rolls Bauer into the ring and gets his hands on him. Wicked soon follows, however, to get the advantage back. He lifts Rob into a powerbomb, preparing to drop him on Bauer’s knee, but King rushes the ring and kicks Bauer in the face, sending him out. Cavallo fights off Wicked with a few punches… and nails the huracarrana! He takes Wicked down to the mat and King pulls Wicked back up to his feet. Adrian whips Wicked off to the ropes… big boot. He tags Cavallo in to make him the legal man. Cavallo goes to the top rope… FALL FROM VALHALLA! He hooks Wicked’s leg… and gets the three count!
Winners: Rob Cavallo and Adrian King via Pinfall at 12:30
Cavallo and King bail before The Awakening could do a sneak attack, and they maintain the upperhand tonight…
Main Event:
Alex Michaels © versus Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Traditional Championship
New Traditional Champion, Alex Michaels, goes head to head with the man who spoke out against his success, Tristan Novak, in our main event of the evening. The rules are simple; there is a fifteen-minute time limit. Cheap tactics are strictly prohibited and result in a disqualification. Ten counts are in effect, and honor must be shown in this division. Michaels and Novak start off with some classic grappling, each man trying to get an advantage. The fans enjoy the human game of chess they put on for the duration of the first minute and a half. First it’s Michaels who takes Novak down with an armdrag, but then Tristan is able to drive Alex into the mat with a headscissors and apply the submission hold properly. After a few minutes of this exchange of momentum occurs, Tristan gets the advantage by being the first to break past the technical wrestling and fire off some forearms. He stuns Michaels with a flurry of strikes and follows up with a spinning back kick that connects with Michaels’ jaw. Alex tries to fight back, but Tristan blocks a forearm attempt with his foot, kicking Alex in the hand. He grabs Alex by the same hand, wrenches his arm, and runs up the turnbuckles, showing his tremendous agility. Novak springs off the top rope and connects with a huracarrana, bringing Alex back down to the mat.
Tristan makes a cover and gets a two count before Michaels is able to squirm his way out of the pin. Novak continues with some quick kicks and forearms. He runs to the ropes, but Michaels catches him as he has a full head of steam, drilling him into the canvas with a snap powerslam. He hooks Novak’s leg for two. Michaels pulls Tristan to his feet, but Novak slaps him with an open-hand strike, being sure to adhere by the rules, and follows with an enzuigiri that sends Michaels staggering into the corner. Novak mounts Michaels in the corner, holding his fist up as if he’s going to punch him ten times in the head as we’ve seen so many wrestlers do in the past… but instead, he repeatedly slaps Michaels, infuriating the champion. Novak hops down and gets a cocky streak… but he’s slammed into the canvas by Michaels with a running tackle. Michaels mounts Novak and starts drilling elbows into his head. Novak does a decent job of avoiding any severe damage, but Michaels’ superior MMA accolades prove prominent in this environment.
Michael manages to apply a triangle choke on Novak, forcing Tristan to get a foot on the rope for a break. After a moment or two of hesitation, Michaels tries to take Novak down again, but Tristan twists around and avoids it, rolling Michaels into a schoolboy for a two and a half count. Michaels realizes he needs to step up his game and unleashes his tandem of suplexes, drilling Tristan into the canvas with a T-Bone variation first, but soon following by lifting him back to his feet and using a German Suplex with a bridge. Tristan is able to kick out at two. Michaels keeps the waistlock on, but is unable to follow as Tristan rolls forward into a victory roll for a two count. Michaels kicks out and Tristan runs to the ropes. He springs off the middle and tries a twisting crossbody, but Michaels dropkicks him, sending him into the mat. Both men have had their fair share of both delivering and receiving damage in this bout, but it seems like Michaels is invigorated. He starts delivering chops to the chest of Novak. Michaels attempts a pendulum backbreaker, but Tristan blocks it and delivers a high knee into Michaels’ head. Alex drops Tristan and staggers into the ropes. He walks right into a kick to the stomach.
Tristan attempts the Front-Flip Piledriver he is known for, the Abolition, but Michaels is able to counter by slamming him into the mat with a release slam! Alex tries to follow, but Tristan monkey flips him into the ropes. Tristan pursues, but Michaels back bodydrops him… but Novak lands gracefully on the apron. He slaps Michaels and slingshots over the top rope, dropping Michaels with a bulldog for a two count. Novak sees the clock dwindling down and realizes it’s time to really make an effort to get the gold. After a few failed attempts at some big moves due to Michaels’ natural abilities to counter, he catches him with a tiltawhirl side Russian Leg Sweep. Novak goes to the top rope in hopes of ending this thing, but Michaels is back to his feet… and delivers an enzuigiri to Tristan’s legs, crotching him! Michaels climbs to the middle… and then top ropes… SUPERPLEX! Both men crash hard on the mat with about three minutes to go. Neither man is moving as the referee’s count nears ten… but they return to their feet in time. Novak blocks a takedown attempt and attempts a tornado DDT, but Michaels delivers a release overhead Northern Lights Suplex! Michaels feels it’s time to finish things and tries the Guillotine Choke, but Novak is able to evade that. With about one minute left, Tristan scrambles for Michaels, but Alex blocks his attempt at a huracarrana this time, dropping his throat on the top rope! Tristan staggers toward Michaels… but ducks under a chop. He grabs Michaels… Abolition attempt… no, Michaels blocks it… Michaels tries to take him down… but Tristan blocks that and nails it! He nails the Abolition… but the time expires!
Result: Draw
Alex Michaels retains the championship as Novak is frustrated with his inability to capitalize on his title opportunity. He’s seething at the fact he had just hit his finisher when the time expires and guarantees Michaels he will not be so lucky in the future.
War
Carnesecca Arena - Queens, New York - 8,000
[02.14.07]
Match one:
Michael Simons versus Voltaire
Exhibition: Singles
By now, it would seem that Michael Simons is a card opener regular – perhaps even an extraordinaire. However, his curtain-jerking abilities alone may not be enough to combat the high-flying expertise of his opponent for tonight, Matthew Voltaire, who is returning to singles action after – simply put – getting his ass kicked by Drake Vinaldi. Voltaire moves in for the lock up, but Simons doesn’t give him the satisfaction, cutting off the youngster with a pair of knees to the stomach and an armdrag. Simons applies an armlock, but Voltaire is able to get to his feet quickly and roll through, alleviating the pressure. He tries to apply a hammerlock on Simons, but before he could apply pressure, Simons back elbows him and takes Voltaire down to the mat with a headlock takeover. He applies a side headlock, but Voltaire quickly wraps his legs around Simons in an effort to apply a headscissors submission hold. Michael wisely rolls on top of Voltaire, folding his legs into a jackknife pinning position for a two count before Voltaire is able to lift his shoulders off the canvas. Simons turns him around and puts his shoulders against the canvas once again, this time with a surfboard. He gets another two count before Voltaire is able to kick out. Matt gets back to his feet but walks into a nasty Euro Uppercut from Michael Simons, sending Voltaire staggering into the ropes. Simons charges Voltaire, but it’s Matt this time who catches Simons with a back elbow, which sends Mike into the opposite ropes. Voltaire charges, but Simons is able to back bodydrop him all the way over the top rope, sending Voltaire crashing on the outside floor.
Matt gets a bad landing as the fans gasp. Simons wastes little time in pursuing him, but instead of foolishly attempting a dive of his own, he slides out of the ring and makes sure he can connect on Voltaire – with a stiff clothesline that sends him down on the hard concrete on the outside. Voltaire’s head smacks off the floor as Simons stands above him, peering at his seemingly unworthy opponent. Simons wastes no time in rolling Matt back inside the ring and making a pinfall attempt for a two count. Michael fires a few forearms into his opponent’s head, and lets him drop back on the mat. It seems like Simons is in total control of the contest as he reaches down to pick Voltaire back to his feet, but Matt quickly rolls Simons into an inside cradle, nearly getting three before Simons can kick out! Michael is furious and begins kicking and stomping Voltaire afterwards. Matt scurries to the corner as Simons pursues, but Michael is unable to avoid a crescent kick to the head from Voltaire that sends him down. Matt points to the corner, getting a pop from the fans here in Queens as he climbs to the top rope. Michael slowly gets to his feet and catches Voltaire pulling himself to the top rope out of the corner of his eye. He runs up the turnbuckles and delivers a quick overhead release belly-to-belly suplex off the top rope, sending both men crashing into the mat!
A “PWW” chant fills the Carnesecca Arena, the resident War Zone, where over 8,000 fans are jam-packed. Simons makes the cover, but Voltaire is able to kick out after two and a half. Michael makes Voltaire expend further energy by following with two more pinfall attempts, causing the lightweight to exert himself by kicking out again and again. Michael lifts Voltaire back to his feet, but this time Matt is able to deliver a modified jawbreaker, sending Simons’ jaw crashing down on the top of Voltaire’s head. The man who’s been waging war against Entertainment Establishment has been doing fairly well in the contest, but Voltaire is able to capitalize after the momentum-changing maneuver with a sunset bomb, sending Simons into the mat on the back of his head! Voltaire holds the position down for a pin attempt, but he only gets two on the veteran. Voltaire runs to the ropes, springs off the middle, and tries to moonsault onto Simons, but Michael drops to a knee and catches Voltaire with an impromptu gutbuster, causing the riskier wrestle to double over in pain. Simons exclaims, Where’s your entertainment now, bitch?! before viciously sending Voltaire into the canvas with a lariat! Voltaire is sent on such a powerful rotation that he lands on the back of his head, but Simons holds no prisoners when he wages war in the squared circle. He pulls Voltaire back to his feet before snapping him into the canvas with the Blind Eye Halo! Michael hooks the legs to continue his steamroll-like domination of the under card in PWW.
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 11:42
Match two:
Rich Storrs versus Damien Helley
Exhibition: Singles
One would think after the way Storrs verbally and physically berated young Damien Helley earlier this evening that Helley would try to combat this with some words of wisdom or… at least… speak at all. However, this was not the case. Going into the match, Storrs seemed dominant, having a counter for every possible wrestling move Helley attempted. It wasn’t long before Helley managed to maintain a comeback, however, with a flurry of forearms and shots. He attempted to follow, but it seemed like he couldn’t mount much successful offense. Storrs made the vital mistake of getting over-confident, however, after he had gained back the momentum. In the end, Rich Storrs won with a vicious brainbuster, putting the newcomer to shame. Tsk, tsk, Damien Helley. Maybe he’ll try harder next time.
Winner: Rich Storrs via Pinfall at 6:50
After that… less than enthralling bout, the video screen illuminates with the image of James Simpson, sitting in his office.
James Simpson:
I’m not going to lie, wrestling fans… That was pretty pathetic. Now, I’ll admit Rich Storrs at least made an effort, but if you plan to compete in PWW, you’re going to have to try harder… do better… actually put forth a valiant attempt if you expect any sort of merit in this establishment. If you think you’re going to get by simply… coasting along and losing matches, just to pick up a paycheck, well… then I believe you are sadly mistaken.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that in the last few weeks, there have been a lot of newcomers come and go. The reason why they haven’t made a splash in the PWW pool is nothing more than a lack of drive and commitment. Some men had a decent image and some charisma, but when it came to the in-ring work, they were clueless. Others understood psychology in the ring, but they couldn’t understand what it means to entertain these fans. To be in PWW means you’re one of the elite – You’re a real professional wrestler who understands all facets of the business. And what I’ve witnessed over the last few weeks, with clones of old wrestlers or even people we already have on our roster… with passionless troglodytes who don’t know a hammerlock from an STF… and of course the ridiculous gimmicks that would be customary in the 1990s up north; it’s all disappointing.
From this point forward, there will be no more of this. If you expect to compete in the greatest professional wrestling company on the planet, then you’re going to have to prove you deserve to be here. You’re going to put forth effort if you expect to get a return, and you’ll need to start impressing me, or your ass will be out the door! However, this is not the only reason I decided to interrupt your normally scheduled broadcast. As of late, most of you have noticed that one of the wrestling world’s finest – Jack Porter, or as he goes by more commonly, Komodo has made appearances in Pro Wrestling Warriors. Accompanying Porter is the man who understands the professional wrestling business better than perhaps… anybody. That man is Blaine Williams, and he has come to PWW to help us generate more revenue, make more money, and get more advertising. If we can generate more revenue, we will be able to cover our expenses. If we can cover our expenses, we can earn more cash. More money means better arenas, better equipment, better rings, and of course, better wrestlers from all around the world.
More promotional backing and advertising will obviously help us get the word out about Pro Wrestling Warriors all across the globe and attract the best and brightest in the professional wrestling industry. Blaine Williams has been credited for the success of Hybrid Championship Wrestling, and it is no coincidence that after he left the promotion and it fell into the hands of new management, it has suffered a steep decline in ratings, finances, and fan approval. Blaine Williams is a financial genius, and he is truly a valuable asset for Pro Wrestling Warriors, a company that has taken the professional wrestling world by storm in recent months. With his assistance, PWW will be able to achieve all of its dreams and avoid the mistakes made by its predecessors. I welcome you aboard, Blaine…
The camera shifts over to reveal Mr. Williams sitting in a chair just a couple feet away from James Simpson. He grins as Simpson extends his hand. Williams and Simpson shake, with both men looking at the camera. Simpson speaks one final time.
James Simpson:
I can tell this is the beginning of a very prosperous relationship. Now, let’s get back to the action!
We return to the ring for our next featured contest…
Match three:
Kenzo Katana © versus Drake Vinaldi
Exhibition: PWW World Heavyweight Championship; Match three; Submissions
The World Heavyweight Champion is tied with his challenger, the Sicilian Shooter, Drake Vinaldi. The beginning moments are a feeling out process, with neither man willing to risk too much and stick their neck out to give their opponent a definitive advantage. After a few attempts at a lock-up, the two combatants start grappling in the center of the ring, with Vinaldi using his weight effectively and throwing Katana into the canvas with a takeover. Vinaldi and Katana start grappling on the mat, neither man able to get the advantage. After a moment of struggle, the referee orders them both to return to their feet, breaking them apart. He calls a stalemate in the position, and both men return to their feet as ordered. They move in for a lock-up… but Vinaldi fires a kick to Katana’s leg, catching him by surprise. He delivers a couple chops to Kenzo, but the reigning champ returns fire in full, delivering a series of nasty chops to Vinaldi, turning his chest pink. He fires a hard forearm to Vinaldi’s face. Kenzo takes a few steps back as he watches Drake sort of stagger before charging for a big forearm. Drake ducks under and tries to deliver a kick to Kenzo as he turns around, but Katana catches it and takes Vinaldi down with a dragon screw leg whip. Kenzo tries to advance, but Vinaldi quickly backpedals to the ropes and grabs hold of the lower rope to force a break. Kenzo gets up and allows Drake to return to his feet without interference on his behalf. The referee brings both men back to the middle of the ring where they lock-up again.
Kenzo tries to push Vinaldi back into the corner, but Drake fires a swift knee to the abdomen of his adversary to mount an advantage. Vinaldi breaks the lock and delivers a brutal chop to Kenzo’s chest before taking him down to the mat with a headlock takeover. He applies pressure on the neck of Katana, but Kenzo manages to return to a vertical base again before countering the lock with a hammerlock of his own. He tries to apply the Katana Klutch, but Vinaldi has it well scouted and is able to take Katana back down to the canvas, this time with a judo-style throw. He grabs Kenzo as the Japanese warrior tries to return to his feet, applying a clinch and driving some knees into his skull. Vinaldi keeps the pressure on Kenzo and backs him into a corner. Drake tries to tee off with some shots, but Kenzo comes out of the corner with a series of vicious slaps, catching Vinaldi off-guard. Kenzo misses a spinning back fist, and Drake is able to deliver a release German Suplex, dropping the reigning champ on the back of his head.
Kenzo slowly rises to his feet but gets caught with the educated feet of Drake Vinaldi, striking him in the back of his head with a flick-kick. Vinaldi springs off the middle ropes after the strike, delivering a Lionsault on the back of Kenzo Katana. He rolls Katana over and tries to apply some type of choke hold, but Kenzo is able to quickly turn and mount Vinaldi to prevent the endeavor. Katana still has gas in the tank as he connects with some brutal forearm strikes to the head of the Sicilian Shooter. They grapple a bit on the mat again, with each man trying to put the other in a position of being submitted. Kenzo manages to apply a guillotine on Vinaldi, but Drake counters by delivering a series of sharp elbows to the side of Katana’s head, forcing him off. Kenzo gets to his feet dazedly after the strikes, and Vinaldi cautiously approaches. He fires some kicks to Kenzo’s midsection. Katana moves in for a big punch, but Drake side steps and applies a fujiwara armbar, bringing him down to the canvas. Kenzo rolls through before hold can be applied properly and pulls Vinaldi into a belly-to-belly suplex, throwing Drake hard into the mat. He mounts Drake from the side and tries driving some elbows into his head, but Vinaldi manages to block the arm and underhooks it. Kenzo tries to wriggle free, but Vinaldi moves his legs and applies a bodyscissors on Kenzo to keep him at bay. With Kenzo’s arm trapped and his body in the confines of Vinaldi’s scissors hold, he has little to do but use his free arm to grab the middle rope and force a break before Vinaldi could apply a more painful submission.
Kenzo and Vinaldi return to their feet, and Katana comes out with a new fire, delivering some good slaps and strikes to Vinaldi whenever Drake tries to advance. Vinaldi learns to let Kenzo try to come to him, and as he does, Vinaldi catches Katana off-guard with a high kick, striking him in the side of the head. Kenzo staggers, and Vinaldi tries to apply the rear naked choke, but Kenzo grabs his arms and breaks it before delivering a mule kick to his stomach. Vinaldi doubles over, and Kenzo quickly grabs his head and attempts to apply a guillotine chokehold. Vinaldi uses his strength to throw Kenzo off before he could apply the proper facelock. Kenzo still has the body scissors applied, but it does little good in shielding the rights and lefts of Vinaldi as he rains down from above on Kenzo, who is stuck on the mat. Katana uses his leg strength to roll Vinaldi onto his head. Drake… attempts a cartwheel, but gets crushed as Kenzo rolls into a mounting position and repays the favor, delivering a series of punches from above. Vinaldi throws Kenzo off him and gets to his feet. Kenzo fires a hard chop to his chest, and Drake responds in kind. The two men exchange chops before Drake fires a kick to Kenzo’s stomach. Vinaldi attempts a vertical suplex, but Kenzo slips out and again tries to apply the Katana Klutch! Drake fights out of it by stomping on Kenzo’s foot this time, firing some repeated stomps to his toes. He turns around and forearms Kenzo in the jaw and takes him over with an overhead t-bone suplex.
Vinaldi seems a bit tired from all the action, and Kenzo tries to rest on the canvas. Drake fires some knees into Kenzo’s skull from a side mount and attempts a jujigatame, but Kenzo clasps his hands together and rolls over, applying an anklelock. Vinaldi fights out of that rather easily by placing his legs around Kenzo’s arms and locking him into a modified wakigatame! Kenzo is in a lot of pain, but he transitions his weight once more and grips his hands together around Vinaldi’s legs, lifts him into the air, and drops him with a shortened powerbomb variant. He holds the position before wrapping his arms around Drake’s legs and stepping over into a Sicilian Crab! He puts pressure on Drake’s neck and back as he sits down in the hold. Vinaldi finds a counter after a moment or two of struggle by mule kicking Kenzo in the face a few times. He returns to his feet and shoots in for a takedown, but Kenzo blocks it and fires some knees into Drake’s head. Vinaldi falls into a Fisherman’s Buster from Katana that spikes him, and Kenzo follows by applying the Katana Klutch! Drake is in serious trouble now as Kenzo has him stretched out… but Drake realizes he’s close enough to the ropes to work his way into a break. After slowly scooting his weight toward the bottom rope, he makes the grip, forcing a break of Kenzo’s patented submission.
Vinaldi is gassed, and Kenzo tries to roll him into a sunset flip to take him down again, but Vinaldi avoids it and leaps into the air, delivering a standing double stomp to Kenzo’s chest, wiping him out for the moment. Vinaldi rests before returning to his feet. He sees Kenzo on his knees and delivers a few kicks to his chest. Drake attempts the Killing Blow, but Kenzo is able to avoid it before applying the Katana Klutch! Vinaldi’s in trouble again, but he isn’t taken down yet… He fights and fights, but Kenzo places his foot in the knee socket of Vinaldi and forces him down to a knee. From there he’s able to wrap his legs around Vinaldi’s body and force him all the way into the mat with the deadly submission. Kenzo really wrenches on the hold, and Vinaldi is in a lot of pain… He’s fading… The referee notices and lifts Vinaldi’s hand once… it drops. He lifts it again to the same result. Third time’s the charm, and Kenzo Katana wins this “submission” match via pass-out.
Winner: Kenzo Katana via Pass-Out at 19:45
Despite not tapping out, Vinaldi has forfeited the contest. Kenzo gets his hand raised and now leads the series two-to-one.
Before the AJ Cross versus Brett Stokes match can begin, we get a shot of AJ Cross heading to the ring backstage… when he’s stopped by YOSHI, who appears rather angry. He stares at Cross, unwilling to move out of his way.
AJ Cross:
What’s the matter, YOSHI? No koopa shells?
Suddenly, Cross gets hit from behind by a steel chair from Myles Ravington, sending him down to the floor. Ravington stands over him and drops the chair, laughing at him.
Myles Ravington:
You may have gotten the edge over me at Winter Warfare, AJ… but you still had to cheat to do it. Heh. We’ll see how well you do next week. I have a special surprise in store for you… Come on, YOSHI.
Ravington and YOSHI leave as Cross lies in pain. The camera pans over to Brett Stokes, his opponent for the evening, who is caking gel and glitter on his face in layers while strumming his guitar. His attractive valet, Maria Rounds, strums some chords on the guitar resting on Stokes’ lap as he sighs.
Brett Stokes:
Make love… not war.
Michael Simons, who happens to be passing by, stares at Stokes for a moment… his eyes bulging out of his head once he hears this.
Michael Simons:
…What… the f*ck… YOU GODDAMNED… FRUITCAKE.
This takes Stokes aback, and he slowly removes the guitar from his lap and handing it to Maria.
Michael Simons:
YOU WOULDN’T LAST… FIVE F*CKING MINUTES IN THE RING WITH ME, FAIRY!
Simons suddenly lunges at Stokes, trying to choke him. Security personnel rush the scene, immediately pulling Simons back. He starts kicking and screaming derogatory terms for homosexual at Stokes as he’s pulled away, and Stokes’ valet consoles him.
Match four:
The Awakening (Zack Wicked, Tyler Hart, and Will Bauer) w/ Darius Falcon versus Adrian King and Revolution (Brady Cruise and Rob Cavallo)
Exhibition: Six-Man Tag
With Brady Cruise out of commission thanks to the ruthlessness of William Bauer, this match has become a handicap, with Cavallo and King hoping to combat the brute power of Zack Wicked, the veteran wiles of Will Bauer, and the technical prowess of Tyler Hart. Fortunately for King and Cavallo, they get an early advantage with Cavallo out-maneuvering Zack Wicked. Rob takes Wicked down with a satellite headscissors. He tags in King as Hart gets tagged in. Hart tries to utilize a similar strategy, but finds himself eating the size seventeen boot of Adrian King. After the big boot, King uses his power to keep Hart at bay for a moment. Hart is able to tag back into Will Bauer, and King tags into Rob Cavallo. These two are eager to get at each other’s throats as Bauer and Cavallo start exchanging shots. Cavallo unwisely plays into Bauer’s power and technical game, allowing him to get a definitive advantage. Bauer tosses Cavallo overhead with a nasty head and arm suplex. Will tags into Wicked, who can now use his power to dominate Bauer. He uses a series of slams and backbreakers to keep the smaller man down. Cavallo tries to tag into King, but Wicked stops that endeavor with a vicious yakuza kick, planting him in the side of the head.
Wicked tags into Hart, who stretches Cavallo with a series of grounded submissions to prevent him from tagging Adrian King. King is restless as Cavallo gets triple-teamed by the brutes of The Awakening. Hart whips Cavallo into the ropes, attempting a clothesline, but Cavallo gets his first offensive maneuver in minutes with a springboard backflip elbow to the mouth of Hart, sending him into the mat. Cavallo makes the much-needed tag to King as Hart gets back to his feet and gets waffled with a lariat. Bauer comes in and finds himself on the receiving end of a big boot. Hart tags into Zack Wicked, and Wicked steps in, and the two big men stare eye to eye. King and Wicked exchange blows, delivering a series of stiff forearms and punches, with neither man taking the other down. The referee gets preoccupied as Hart and Bauer try to get in the ring, and King delivers a kick between the legs of Wicked, finding a way to get the momentum on his side. He follows up with a huge Jackknife Powerbomb, drilling Wicked in the center of the ring. King makes the cover, but Hart and Cavallo break it up. Cavallo comes in, and this match has gone bonzo gonzo.
King ducks under a double clothesline attempt from Hart and Bauer and sends both men over the top rope with a pair of huge clotheslines himself. Wicked catches King from behind and throws him outside the ring. Zack swings at Cavallo for a clothesline, but Rob ducks under. Rob rebounds off the ropes and delivers a huge spinning heel kick to Wicked, sending him staggering through the ropes as well. With all four men on the outside, Rob runs to the opposite side of the ring and returns… SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP! He wipes out all four men, including his own tag partner. The fans go crazy as Cavallo rolls Bauer into the ring and gets his hands on him. Wicked soon follows, however, to get the advantage back. He lifts Rob into a powerbomb, preparing to drop him on Bauer’s knee, but King rushes the ring and kicks Bauer in the face, sending him out. Cavallo fights off Wicked with a few punches… and nails the huracarrana! He takes Wicked down to the mat and King pulls Wicked back up to his feet. Adrian whips Wicked off to the ropes… big boot. He tags Cavallo in to make him the legal man. Cavallo goes to the top rope… FALL FROM VALHALLA! He hooks Wicked’s leg… and gets the three count!
Winners: Rob Cavallo and Adrian King via Pinfall at 12:30
Cavallo and King bail before The Awakening could do a sneak attack, and they maintain the upperhand tonight…
Main Event:
Alex Michaels © versus Tristan Novak
Exhibition: Traditional Championship
New Traditional Champion, Alex Michaels, goes head to head with the man who spoke out against his success, Tristan Novak, in our main event of the evening. The rules are simple; there is a fifteen-minute time limit. Cheap tactics are strictly prohibited and result in a disqualification. Ten counts are in effect, and honor must be shown in this division. Michaels and Novak start off with some classic grappling, each man trying to get an advantage. The fans enjoy the human game of chess they put on for the duration of the first minute and a half. First it’s Michaels who takes Novak down with an armdrag, but then Tristan is able to drive Alex into the mat with a headscissors and apply the submission hold properly. After a few minutes of this exchange of momentum occurs, Tristan gets the advantage by being the first to break past the technical wrestling and fire off some forearms. He stuns Michaels with a flurry of strikes and follows up with a spinning back kick that connects with Michaels’ jaw. Alex tries to fight back, but Tristan blocks a forearm attempt with his foot, kicking Alex in the hand. He grabs Alex by the same hand, wrenches his arm, and runs up the turnbuckles, showing his tremendous agility. Novak springs off the top rope and connects with a huracarrana, bringing Alex back down to the mat.
Tristan makes a cover and gets a two count before Michaels is able to squirm his way out of the pin. Novak continues with some quick kicks and forearms. He runs to the ropes, but Michaels catches him as he has a full head of steam, drilling him into the canvas with a snap powerslam. He hooks Novak’s leg for two. Michaels pulls Tristan to his feet, but Novak slaps him with an open-hand strike, being sure to adhere by the rules, and follows with an enzuigiri that sends Michaels staggering into the corner. Novak mounts Michaels in the corner, holding his fist up as if he’s going to punch him ten times in the head as we’ve seen so many wrestlers do in the past… but instead, he repeatedly slaps Michaels, infuriating the champion. Novak hops down and gets a cocky streak… but he’s slammed into the canvas by Michaels with a running tackle. Michaels mounts Novak and starts drilling elbows into his head. Novak does a decent job of avoiding any severe damage, but Michaels’ superior MMA accolades prove prominent in this environment.
Michael manages to apply a triangle choke on Novak, forcing Tristan to get a foot on the rope for a break. After a moment or two of hesitation, Michaels tries to take Novak down again, but Tristan twists around and avoids it, rolling Michaels into a schoolboy for a two and a half count. Michaels realizes he needs to step up his game and unleashes his tandem of suplexes, drilling Tristan into the canvas with a T-Bone variation first, but soon following by lifting him back to his feet and using a German Suplex with a bridge. Tristan is able to kick out at two. Michaels keeps the waistlock on, but is unable to follow as Tristan rolls forward into a victory roll for a two count. Michaels kicks out and Tristan runs to the ropes. He springs off the middle and tries a twisting crossbody, but Michaels dropkicks him, sending him into the mat. Both men have had their fair share of both delivering and receiving damage in this bout, but it seems like Michaels is invigorated. He starts delivering chops to the chest of Novak. Michaels attempts a pendulum backbreaker, but Tristan blocks it and delivers a high knee into Michaels’ head. Alex drops Tristan and staggers into the ropes. He walks right into a kick to the stomach.
Tristan attempts the Front-Flip Piledriver he is known for, the Abolition, but Michaels is able to counter by slamming him into the mat with a release slam! Alex tries to follow, but Tristan monkey flips him into the ropes. Tristan pursues, but Michaels back bodydrops him… but Novak lands gracefully on the apron. He slaps Michaels and slingshots over the top rope, dropping Michaels with a bulldog for a two count. Novak sees the clock dwindling down and realizes it’s time to really make an effort to get the gold. After a few failed attempts at some big moves due to Michaels’ natural abilities to counter, he catches him with a tiltawhirl side Russian Leg Sweep. Novak goes to the top rope in hopes of ending this thing, but Michaels is back to his feet… and delivers an enzuigiri to Tristan’s legs, crotching him! Michaels climbs to the middle… and then top ropes… SUPERPLEX! Both men crash hard on the mat with about three minutes to go. Neither man is moving as the referee’s count nears ten… but they return to their feet in time. Novak blocks a takedown attempt and attempts a tornado DDT, but Michaels delivers a release overhead Northern Lights Suplex! Michaels feels it’s time to finish things and tries the Guillotine Choke, but Novak is able to evade that. With about one minute left, Tristan scrambles for Michaels, but Alex blocks his attempt at a huracarrana this time, dropping his throat on the top rope! Tristan staggers toward Michaels… but ducks under a chop. He grabs Michaels… Abolition attempt… no, Michaels blocks it… Michaels tries to take him down… but Tristan blocks that and nails it! He nails the Abolition… but the time expires!
Result: Draw
Alex Michaels retains the championship as Novak is frustrated with his inability to capitalize on his title opportunity. He’s seething at the fact he had just hit his finisher when the time expires and guarantees Michaels he will not be so lucky in the future.