Hell's Keeper vs. Krazy Klown
“Die die My Darling” by Metallica plays as the camera pans the audience and pyro goes off in all directions. The camera zooms in on James white and Ian sparks sitting behind the announcer’s desk.
Ian sparks: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to W3’s very second pay per view Extinction. We have a lot of action for you, starting off tonight with a suicidal title match between Hell’s Keeper and Krazy Klown.
James White: Not just that but we crown a first ever women’s champion, as well as possibly a new T.V. champ in the three different falls match tonight between our current T.V. champion Heather Phoenix, and our future T.V. champion, Kristoph Kahn.
Ian sparks: And to top it all off W3 finally finds a new World champion with a lion’s den match between the tournament finalists Jsutin Davis and Waylon Cash. It should be a hell of a show so let’s get it started at ringside.
Satanic voices can be heard, an upside-down pentagram spins around slowly, until it catches on fire, the symbol zooms in closer each gap revealing clips of Hell's Keeper. It reaches the top showing Pain, Blood, Damnation, as the guitar screeches, fire comes blasting out from the ring post. "Damnation" plays through the P.A. System.
Out walk Hell's Keeper with Roxana at hand. Walking down the ramp he stops, looks at the fans and continues to the ring. Climbing the steps into the ring, a satanic chant is heard. He enters it, Roxana exits to the outside. Keeper throws her his vest and black sun-glasses. He kneels looking onward at the entrance with his white eyes.
"Down With The Clown" By Insane Clown Posse blasts over the P.A. system as Krazy Klown walks onto the entrance ramp. He begins to walk down the ramp and as he reaches the end, Hell’s Keeper hits Krazy Klown with a suicide dive. Hell’s Keeper picks Krazy Klown up and throws him into the ring. Hell’s Keeper goes to grab a chair, but as he grabs it, Krazy Klown has gotten up to his feet. Krazy Klown prepares for a suicide dive of his own, but as he reaches the ropes, Hell’s Keeper swings the chair and hits Krazy Klown straight onto the cranium. Krazy Klown bounces off and falls onto his back. Hell’s Keeper throws the chair into the ring and climbs in afterwards.
Ian Sparks: That was a brutal chair shot to the head and with only a minute or so into the match.
James White: This might be over faster than it began…kinda like you and your wife during sex.
Ian Sparks: Was that really needed?
James white: Yes…Yes it was.
Hells Keeper grabs the chair he threw in then lifts it over his head. He slams it down three times before Krazy Klown exited the ring. Hell’s Keeper lifts his arms as he shouts. Krazy Klown grabs an item from under the ring. Hell’s Keeper leans over one of the ropes and grabs the head of Krazy Klown, but just then, Krazy Klown hits Hell’s Keeper with brass knuckles. Hell’s Keeper stumbles over to the other ropes. Krazy Klown climbs into the ring and charges Hell’s Keeper, but at last second Hell’s Keeper moves out of the way and Krazy Klown hits his neck on the rope and falls onto his back once again.
Ian Sparks: That did not look good.
James White: No it did not…Not like he was using it for good speeches or anything. Not like we lost another motivational speaker here.
Hell’s Keeper goes for the pin.
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Last second, Krazy Klown kicked out of the pin.
Hell’s Keeper rolls out of the ring and grabs a table from under the ring and sets it up alongside the ring. Hell’s Keeper rolls into the ring where a standing Krazy Klown is located. Hell’s Keeper kicks Krazy Klown in the gut. He sets Krazy Klown up for a powerbombas he walks to where the table is…But Krazy Klown tries to reverse it into a hurricurana. But then Hell’s Keeper forces him back up, turns, then hits Krazy Klown with a sit out power bomb.
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Krazy Klown kicks out again.
Ian Sparks: Hell’s Keeper can’t seem to put Krazy Klown away.
Hell’s Keeper pushes Krazy Klown from him then goes for the chair. He waits for Krazy Klown to get up, then he tosses the chair to Krazy Klown and goes for a boot, but Krazy Klown ducks then when Hell’s Keeper turns around, he gets hit with a chair shot to the head, which makes him do a slow 360 degree turn which Krazy Klown prepares for. But as he goes for the second chair shot, Hell’s Keeper hits Krazy Klown with a boot to the chair to the face. Krazy Klown, once again, fell to the ground.
James White: Well, as much as Krazy Klown has had tonight…His head has certainly been neglected.
Hell’s Keeper rolls out of the ring and pulls out a bag. He lifts it for the crowd to see. He opens the bag and spreads thumbtacks across the table. Hell’s Keeper rolls into the ring and picks up Krazy Klown. Hell’s Keeper sets Krazy Klown up for a Power Bomb. Hell’s Keeper Power Bombed Krazy Klown onto the chair and then onto the table outside the ring. The crowd is going wild. Hell’s Keeper placed a chair onto the lying Krazy Klown, Hell’s Keeper climbed the turnbuckle then jumped off and hitting Krazy Klown with a double stomp. He gets up slowly and threw the chair into the ring. He picked up Krazy Klown and threw him into the ring as well. He rolled in then german suplexed Krazy Klown onto the chair. Then Hell’s Keeper went for the pin.
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“Your Winner of the No DQ Suicidal Title match, HELL’S KEEPER!!!”
The Ref lifted Hell’s Keeper’s hand with the belt in it.
Paramedics rushed out with a stretcher and helped Krazy Klown out of the area as we fade to commercial.
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Trinity Evans vs. Trish Newborn vs. Angel Connors vs Annabelle Sanchez
All four female wrestlers are in there own corners when we come back from commercial Lesa Fox steps into the ring with a microphone.
Lesa Fox: This match is a four way elimination match for the women’s championship. Introducing in the corner to my right, Angel Connors. In the corner to my left, Annabelle Sanchez. In the corner behind me, Trinity Evans, and in the corner in front of m, Trish Newborn.
The bell rings, the first ones to come out of there corners are Newborn and Evans as they connect with a collar elbow tie up. Angel Conners gets out of her corner and dropkicks Evans in the back sending Evans into Newborn, knocking them both in Newborn’s corner. Sanchez runs out of her corner and his both Evans and Newborn with a Kitty Splash.
Ian Spark: Well it seems that the Diva’s are wasting no time to get this match going along, they must really want the win.
James White: That, or they saw the stupidity from the move of Evan and Newborn, and they decided to teach them a lesson.
Ian Spark: I wouldn’t call what they did stupid, more they weren’t paying attention to their surroundings and it got acted upon.
James White: Well whatever you want to call it, it still means the same thing, they are both screwed.
Evans and Newborn both stumble out of the corner and fall to the ground. Sanchez quickly tries to capitalize on it, but before as she heads over to Evans, Connors hits Sanchez with clothesline knocking Sanchez down. Then Connors goes for a pin on Evans.
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Newborn just barely interrupted the three count by pulling Connors off of Evans. Newborn pulls Connors to her feet and hits her with a Russian leg sweep and goes for a pin on Connors.
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Sanchez breaks up the pin with a kick to Newborn’s side knocking her off of Connors. Sanchez pulls Newborn to her feet and attempts a Kitten kick, but Newborn catches Sanchez’s leg and sweeps her leg right out from under her. Connors goes to attack Sanchez from behind, but Evans catches her with a running elbow knocking Connors down and then going for a pin, and right after Evans starts to pin Connor, Newborn pins Sanchez.
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Both Evans and Newborn jump up in victory.
Lesa Fox: First elimination…ANGEL CONNORS!
Newborn realizes that she didn’t get the pin and goes back to Sanchez, but as soon as she does she receives a dropkick by Evans.
Ian Sparks: Well it has been quiet a back and forth competition between all of the divas.
James White: Yeah, no shortage on T and A
Ian Sparks: JAMES!
James White: Talent and Ability, for goodness sakes get your mind out of the gutter.
Evans starts hitting Newborn with multiple elbows and Sanchez slowly rises to her feet, but Evans does not take notice. Sanchez stumbles around for a moment, before regaining composure and walks over to Evans. Sanchez pulls Evans to her feet and hits her with a Sanchez-T and goes for the pin.
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Evans is rolled out of the ring as Annabelle Sanchez and Trish Newborn stare each other down. Trish makes the first move, kicking Annabelle in the gut. She goes for a powerbomb, but when she lifts Annabelle up, Annabelle punches her in the head a couple of times, causing her to fall backwards. Annabelle struts a little, shimmying her pelvis and leaping up before dropping down on Trish with a leg drop. Annabelle celebrates, but Trish uses that opportunity to roll her up in a school girl pin.
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The referee lifts Annabelle’s hand and she holds up the women’s title high.
Lesa Fox: Winner, and first ever W3 women’s champion, Annabelle Sanchez.
Annabelle dances provocatively around the ring.
We go backstage to see Marcus Radcliffe in a black suit, white shirt and red tie on. He also has sunglasses on. He is by a vending machine. He is just getting a bottle of water. He undoes the lid and takes a sip of it, refreshing his system.
As he removes the bottle from his mouth, a hand is placed on his shoulder, causing him to pause. He puts the lid back on to the bottle and turns around, where he sees a guy with a cocky grin on his face.
MR: Err, who the hell are you?
Marcus turns to properly face the guy who removes his hand from Mark's shoulder.
CL: Whoa... steady on big guy. I don't want that bottle to become part of my anatomy. I'm hear to talk to you mano-eh-mano.
Marcus smirks as he takes off his sunglasses.
MR: I'm listening.
CL: The names Chris Lethal. Don't worry... that name will become a lot more familiar with everyone around here very shortly. Anyway, bug guy... you've heard the expression that in numbers there will be success. Well if a guy like you and a talent like me were to team up, we would be... Unstoppable...
Marcus looks surprised at the arrogance of Lethal.
MR: Would we now? What happens if you are all mouth? No talent, just a fake, like the color of your hair!!
Mark rubs the top of Lethal's head and starts laughing.
Lethal fakes a laugh, before instantly stopping and pushing Radcliffe’s arm away.
CL: Look... I could just as easily have gone and asked some other Joe about this... but I came to you. This is for your benefit as well as mine, pal. So before you start taking the piss, just stop and think. I can assure you that, yes I am pretty arrogant, but that comes with confidence. I am as good as I say I am. I, like my hair, am no fake. All I'm saying is that if you watch my back, I'll watch yours, and that way we will be guaranteed success. Just think about it, big guy.
Marcus goes to talk as Lethal just holds his hand in the face of Marcus, Lethal turns and walks off. Marcus looks intrigued as he slowly takes another sip of water, watching on as we fade to commercial.
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Samhain vs. Marcus Radcliffe
As the show returns from its commercial break, we find both Samhain and Marcus Radcliffe in the ring.
Lesa Fox: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 30-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Boston - Massachusetts and weighing in at 245 pounds: The Southern Bad Boy, Samhain! And his opponent, from New York City and weighing in at 291 pounds: "The Beast" Marcus Radcliffe!
The official signals to the time-keeper to start the match but while his back is turned, Radcliffe takes a cheap shot at Samhain, which garners quick retaliation in the form of a hard right that stumbles Radcliffe against the ropes and Samhain has a second one waiting for him as he attempts to regroup, which knocks Radcliffe down to the ground. Samhain doesn't let up as he hits a hard Legdrop cross the back of Radcliffe's neck before cinching in a Chinlock.
Radcliffe manages to get back up with the smaller man still clamped onto his head and reverses full-speed into the corner, crushing Samhain between his body and the barely-padded steel of the turnbuckles, though Samhain tenaciously keeps his grip. Again Radcliffe lurches forward before lunging back into the corner, once more smashing Samhain into the corner of the ring. A third attempt finally bears fruit and Samhain slides off and hangs onto the ropes as he attempts to regain his breath. Sensing blood in the water, Radcliffe rushes in and smashes Samhain in the face with a Big Boot. Grinning confidently, Radcliffe backs up for a second Big Boot but this time Samhain manages to duck out the way and Radcliffe straddles his leg over the top rope and manages to get himself unstuck just in time to intercept an Enzuigiri to the back of the head. His opponent down, Samhain covers.
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Ian Sparks: Radcliffe narrowly escaping a pin there.
...Radcliffe kicks out. Samhain lifts him to his feet but the challenger quickly regains the advantage with a harsh rake to the champion's face and nose, ignoring the official's admonishments. Radcliffe grabs Samhain by the wrist and tries to pull him into a short-arm Clothesline, but Samhain quickly ducks under the clothesline and catches Radcliffe with a reverse Neckbreaker DDT, driving Radcliffe's neck viciously into his knee. Radcliffe clutches his neck in pain as Samhain gets up to his feet, checking his face to see if his nose is broken or if he's bleeding in any way. Once he realizes that he's fine, he turns his attention back to the challenger and plants his boot onto Radcliffe's throat, choking the life out of him. Radcliffe gasps for air, trying to force Samhain's boot off of his throat, but can’t seem to find a way and doesn’t get a breath of air until Samhain releases the choke at the referee’s count of four.
Ian Sparks: Samhain using every dirty trick he knows.
Sahmain slams his forearm across the throat of Radcliffe, driving whatever air he managed to get back out of his lungs. Radcliffe gasps in pain as Samhain grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him up to his feet but Radcliffe quickly manages to slip out and drives his fist into Samhain's gut. Radcliffe hooks his arms around Samhain and hits him with a Spinebuster. Samhain gets up to his feet and finds himself on the receiving end of a hard Clothesline, again smashing him to his knees. Once again, Radcliffe gets up to his feet, although slower than last time as the continued offensive begins to show its damage on his body. The moment Radcliffe gets within reach however, Samhain drives his foot into his stomach with a powerful kick, doubling him over and setting him up for the inevitable Yakuza Kick to the side of the head that followed. With Radcliffe down on the ground, Samhain makes his way over to the corner and scales upwards to the top rope, positioning himself properly before jumping off and looking for a 450 Splash but Radcliffe rolls out of the way and Samhain lands with a hard impact right on his stomach. Samhain rolls up to his knees as Radcliffe gets to his feet and hits Samhain in the side of the head with a low dropkick.
James white: Rdcliffe rattling Samhain’s brains with that move.
With Samhain still down, Radcliffe lifts him up and quickly nails a hard snap Suplex to the champion, keeping his arm locked in the front Facelock as he nails a second Suplex, this one landing Samhain's legs across the top rope and using the momentum to slingshot him forward into a modified Facebuster.
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Leza Fox: Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately the time limit for this match has expired and thus it is a draw.
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Chris Rickter vs. Jose Ramon vs. Shane Tallin
We come back from commercial to see Ian Sparks and James white behind their table.
Ian Sparks: What a night so far! Hell’s Keeper has been awarded the suicidal title in an amazing no-DQ match.
James White: Not to mention a half hour time limit draw between two new comers.
Ian Sparks: Let’s go to ringside for more hard hitting W3 action.
Lesa Fox: This match is a triple threat match. Introducing first: Shane Tallin!
Every light in the arena darkens to the point where nothing can be seen. Disturbs "Hell" hits the sound system and the light chiming at the start begins to echo. As the first beats begin to hit the titatron comes to life and it begins to give quick flashes with the beat, every flash shows Shane Tallin standing with a hood covering his head and his arms relaxed at his side. Lights in the entrance tunnel begin to pulse blood red and a form is seen only shown when a beat hits. Finally a quick growl is heard from the entrance themes vocals and Shane Tallin raises his head, staring at the crowd with his arms outspread as the lights inside the tunnel begin to flash violently with the now heavy rock. He stays in this position until the first verse truly kicks in. Once this happens he drops his arms and the lights pick up to a more visible grey color as he makes his way down the ramp. On the way he ignores all, only shaking out his wrist, his eyes locked in concentration on the ring. He climbs through the ropes and into the ring. When the chorus for the song hits he is standing in the middle of the ring with his head bowed until the words "Burning Now I bring You Hell!" are said in the songs vocals. He lifts his head and explodes his hands out to each side. Enormous pyro lifts up around the entire ring and the lights return to a normal tone.
Lesa Fox: And his opponent: Jose Ramon!
As the fans hear "You gotta keep 'em separated", the lights go down as strobe lights start to flash, and Jose enters with his back to the audience. When the lights come back on, he is seen often strutting and posing for pictures. When he makes his way down the ramp way, he holds out his hands to make as though he wants to high five fans but at the last minute will pull back to slick his hair straight. He slides into the ring, stand on the middle rope, point to himself, then back flip off the rope.
Lesa Fox: And their opponent, Chris Rickter.
Rickter’s music hits as he struts down the entrance ramp. The fans boo as he rolls into the ring and stands to his feet, facing the other two.
The bell rings and all three men begin to circle the ring, staring hard at there opponents across from them. Ramon makes the first move, running at Rickter and getting him in a tie up, immediately he sends Rickter into an arm drag and holds it in a standing arm bar. As the exposed Rickter is trying to escape the arm bar, Tallin runs in and jumps, and waits till the last moment before unleashing a quick stalling dropkick on Rickter.
Ian sparks: Nice dropkick from Shane Tallin.
Releasing Rickter’s arm as he is knocked to the canvass by Tallin’s dropkick he quickly moves in and locks up with Tallin. The two men hold on the spot for a minute trying to gain control of the tie up. Ricker locks in a headlock, Tallin reverses into a hammer lock and kicks Ramon in the back of the knee to down him. He continues applying pressure and then, out of nowhere, knees Ramon in the side of the head. Rickter is up and jumps at Tallin, delivering a swift forearm to the back of Tallin’s head, as Tallin stumbles forward Rickter runs towards the ropes and attempts a running dropkick to Tallins back. But, No Shane ducks under the attempt and waits for Rickter to turn around, when he does he delivers a swift boot to Rickter’s gut, he hooks both arms and hit Rickter with a double arm DDT.
James White: Shane Tallin has really come into his own as a crafty fighter.
He covers and referee David Lee moves in for the count, 1…2… No! Ramon manages to drive a boot into Tallin’s ribs to break the count. Taking advantage Ramon lifts Tallin up and delivers a vicious superkick to Tallin’s jaw. He covers, 1…2…2/3 Shane Tallin kicks out. Ramon instantly picks Tallin up with a cocky grin on his face, he punches Shane in the side of the head and runs back, he springs of the ropes comes back off a drop and grabs Tallin around the head for an attempted tornado DDT. Tallin reverses and rotates slamming Ramon to the ground with a rotating spine-buster. Tallin stands up after the move and looks around the ring, he smirks and lifts Ramon to his feet. He runs with Ramon in a bulldog position, jumps and springboards his feet off the bottom rope, hitting Ramon with a springboard bulldog, while leg dropping Rickter. Tallin pops back to his feet and throws his arms out to each side, roaring with the momentum he has gained. He moves to one turnbuckle and hoists himself to the top rope. He points to himself and yells out “This is sacrifice!” He jumps off the rope and lands on Rickter with a picture perfect spiral tap. He hooks the leg and pins, 1!...2!... No, yet again a kickout has occurred in this match. Tallin stands with a furious look on his face and paces away from Rickter as he is standing, in frustration he plants both arms on the turnbuckle and begins to yell at himself. As Shane is doing this Rickter and Ramon have stood up and are both trading blows, Rickter gains the upper hand and Irish whips Ramon directly into Tallin. Both men fall to the ground. Rickter moves to the scene of the collapsed men and hoists Tallin to his feet. He laces one of Tallins arm around his neck and snap suplexs the other man to the mat. Jose stands up behind Rickter and elbows him hard in the back of the head. He jumps to the top, leaps, and nails Rickter with a hurracanrana. He picks Chris up and absolutely levels him with an Icon-I-Clash! He drops and pins Rickter, 1!...2!... Ramon almost had it, but Tallin came out of nowhere with a legdrop to Ramon. Tallin picks Ramon up with a bloodthirsty look on his eyes and destroys Ramon with a vicious high-elevation spin buster. He stands up, yells and then picks up Rickter, he kicks him hard in the gut and sets him up in a double arm position, he then flips and hits Rickter with the Encore of Destruction! He drops down instead on Ramon and locks in the Minutes to Midnight. Ramon’s eyes instantly pop open and he begins to yell. Seconds pass before Ramon’s hand is rapidly beating against the round. David Lee signals for the bell.
Lesa Fox: Here is your winner, by tap out! “The Envoy of Destruction” Shane Tallin!
Before Shane’s theme can even hit he kicks Rickter in the back of the head, to keep him down. He slides out of the ring, and quickly sets up two tables. He pulls both other men out of the ring and lets them fall to the ground. He throws Rickter onto the first table, climbs up with him, and plows him through with an Encore of Destruction. He then moves to Ramon, who he throws onto the next table. He grins evilly and then hit yet another encore of destruction through the table. He rips a mic out of an officials hands and moves into the ring.
Shane Tallin: Do you think I was fucking kidding! Every single one of you sin plagued parasites will be destroyed in time. These two are just an example of what I will do to ensure that my task is complete. Remember, it’s fucking coming!
Dropping the mic Shane moves out of the ring as “Hell” hits the speakers. He exits the arena into the back leaving Ramon and Rickter knocked out outside the ring.
We cut to Heather Phoenix sitting in the backstage area taping her fists. Kristoph Kahn walks past her.
Kritoph Kahn: Can’t wait to see you out there.
Heather Phoenix: Good luck.
Kristoph Kahn: I won’t need it.
Heather glares at the man and continues taping her fists as we fade to commercial.
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Heather Phoenix vs. Kristoph Kahn
Lesa Fox: This match will be contested under two out of three falls. The first fall will be falls count anywhere. The second fall will be submission only, and if need be, the third fall will be a ladder match. This match if for the World Wide Wrestling Television title. Introducing first from Lousiville, Kentucky, Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds, standing six feet six inches tall, the challenger: Kristoph Kahn!
As the opening strains of Burn in My Light hit the PA system the lights in the house go down. Two orange spotlights hit the entrance. With an explosion of orange pyro Kahn appears standing on stage. His robe wrapped tightly around him arms spread wide. Making a slow spin to soak up whatever cheers or boos the fans may be giving him he starts down the ramp. A smirk on his face as he saunters to the ring the orange spotlight following him. He reaches the steps and unties his robe holding it up as he walks up the steps. Turning to the crowd he holds his arms out again as he turns and steps into the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring he slowly removes his robe showing off his physique. Slowly spinning a circle in the ring to let the entire crowd soak him in he walks to his corner and begins to warm up for the match.
Lesa Fox and introducing his opponent, from Seattle, Washington. She stands five feet, ten inches tall, and weighs in at one-hundred thirty-five pounds, she is the World wide Wrestling Television champion, Heather Phoenix!
The opening strains of So Hott blare out from the P.A. system as Heather Phoenix jumps out onto the entrance ramp. A couple of flame pyros go off on the side of the ramp as she holds the television title above her head. The crowd boos as she blows them kisses and walks down the isle. She slings the T.V. title over her shoulder as she walks up the metal stairs and ducks between the ropes, entering the ring. She holds the title up before handing it off to the ref who shows it to both competitors as the music dies down. The bell rings and the competitors walk around each other cockily.
Kahn makes the first move by running forward and tackling Heather into the corner, ramming her against the turnbuckle. He pulls back and pretends to break it before slapping Heather across the face. She glares at him as she comes out of the corner. Kahn takes a swing, but Heather ducks it and hits him with a dropkick to the back, sending him over the top rope to the floor outside.
Ian Sparks: Kristoph Kahn tumbling to the outside.
Heater hops over the top rope and lands on the apron and runs forward before leaping off and hitting Kahn with a flip forwards senton, sending them both to the concrete. Heather runs up the steel stairs and leaps off as Kahn stands up, and hits him with a hurricarana. Heather then grabs Kahn by the hair and tosses him against the steel steps before running forward and hitting him with a knee to the face. Heather lifts Kahn and rolls him into the ring. She lifts him to his feet and goes for a hurricarana, but he reverses it into a stiff falling powerbomb.
James White: Nice reversal from Kristoph Kahn.
Kristoph lifts her and Irish whips her into the ropes. On her way back, Kahn hits her with a big boot right between the eyes. He smiles viciously as he drags her over to the corner and sets her up, leaning her against the turnbuckles. Kahn backs to the corner down the ropes and runs forward, hitting Heather with a boot wash. The crowd boos loudly as he lifts her out of the corner and slams her to the mat with a powerslam. Kahn glares up at the angry crowd as he grabs Heathers hair and lifts her to her feet. He sets her there as he bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Heather ducks it and hits Kahn with a drop toe hold.
Ian Sparks: Heather Phoenix is still in this match.
Heather locks on a side headlock, and Kahn stands to his feet before pusing her forward and bouncing her off the ropes. She comes back with a flying crossbody block and rolls through it. Both of them stand up and Heather spins around, nailing Kahn with a spinning heel kick to the jaw.
Ian Sparks: That’s the Comatose!
Kahn crumbles to the ground as Heather climbs to the top rope. Once there, she jumps off and hits a 450 splash onto Kahn’s prone body before pinning him.
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The bell rings and Heather jumps to her feet as Kahn is given time to recuperate.
Ian Sparks: Heather winning the first fall with a set of powerful moves. What do you think that means for this contest?
James White: I just think it’s gonna make Kristoph Kahn more vicious.
Once Kahn is brought to, he stands up and the ref announces that this is the submission round. The bell rings and immediately Heather charges forward. Kahn dodges her and kicks the back of her leg out from under her. She falls to the ground clutching her ankle and screaming. Kahn smiles as he walks around her and stomps her ankle hard, causing her to scream louder. Kahn grabs the top rope and jumps into the air, coming down on Heather’s leg with a knee drop.
Ian Sparks: Kristoph Kahn now focusing his attack on the injured ankle of Heather Phoenix in the submission round of this match up.
He grabs her leg and twists around, putting her in a figure four leg lock. He wrenches back as Heather screams in agony and grasps uselessly for the bottom rope. She inches her way to the side of the ring and eventually grabs the rope and uses it to pull her to the apron, forcing Kahn to let go. Kahn slides out of the ring, as Heather rolls back in, and drags Heather over to the ringpost. He wraps her legs around it and applies a ringpost figure four. Kahn eventually breaks the hold, and reaches under the ring, grabbing a chair. As Heather’s leg dangles against the steel ringpost, Kahn runs forward and dropkicks the chair into Heather’s leg, smashing it between the chair and the ringpost.
Ian Sparks: Kristoph using every measure possible to injure Heather Phoenix.
James White: Brilliant! Because it’s submission only, he can’t get disqualified.
Heather grabs her ankle and rolls halfway across the ring screaming. Kahn slides back into the ring and immediately goes for Heather. He stomps her ankle and drops a few knees on it before grabbing her leg and lifting her up. She hops on one leg for a moment before hitting an enziguri, knocking Kahn on his face. Heather acts quickly and dives on Kahn’s back, nailing him with forearm after forearm to the back of the neck. She stands him on his hands and knees and starts hitting Kahn with front face punches for a while before Kahn stands up and carries Heather to the middle of the ring before dropping backward, slamming her against the mat. Kahn stands to his feet and starts stomping Heather’s ankle again. He grabs her leg and wraps it around the back of the bottom rope, wrenching upwards, causing Heather agonizing pain. She yells out as the crowd boos Kahn’s actions.
Ian Sparks: Kahn seemingly taking a sick pleasure in dismantling the television champ.
Kahn rests her leg on the second rope, and uses the same rope as leverage to jump up in the air and come down on Heather’s leg. He does this a number of times before Heather grabs her foot and rolls to the middle of the ring. Kahn flips her onto her stomach and locks in an STF, causing Heather to lunge for the bottom rope. She can’t quite get there and screams no as the ref asks her if she gives up. Kahn wrenches harder, but Heather refuses to tap out. Kahn gets frustrated and lets go of the hold as he stands up and drops a couple knees on Heather’s ankle. He lifts her to her feet and whips her into the corner. Kahn comes after her and is met with a back elbow. Heather lifts herself onto the second rope before jumping forward and hitting Kahn with a tornado DDT, sending both of them to the mat.
Ian Sparks: Heather just will not give up. If she can win this fall, she retains the T.V. championship.
James white: No way, my boy Kahn is going to destroy her.
Kahn slowly stands up just before Heather. Heather leaps up and hits Kahn with a flying headscissors, but holds on once they land, locking Kahn’s neck and throat in a leg vice. She squeezes, putting pressure on the muscles of Kahn’s neck. Kahn eventually kicks out of the hold, and stands up slowly along with Heather. Kahn takes a swing, but Heather ducks it and hits Kahn in the gut with a knee, bending him over. She places her knee on the back of his head, and grabs his arm, falling backward and slamming Kahn’s neck against her knee as she hits the mat. Kahn rolls around the ring grabbing the back of his neck as Heather sits against the ropes examining her ankle.
Ian Sparks: These two are fighting tooth and nail for that title.
Heather uses the ropes to help her up before untying the top turnbuckle. She walks over to Kahn as he stands up and she Irish whips him into the exposed turnbuckle. He flops forwards and yells as he grabs the back of his neck. Heather quickly this him with a guillotine leg drop, and places him in a rear chinlock. He slowly stands up and lifts Heather, slamming her to the canvas in a back suplex. They both lay there in pain as the crowd sits without making a sound.
James White: This crowd stunned into silence by the amazing performance of these two competitors.
They both stand up slowly, and Heather charges Kahn. He dodges it and turns around, hitting her with a chop block. Heather falls to the ground and Kahn wastes no time locking on a Texas cloverleaf. He wrenches backwards, as Heather lifts her hand in the air, contemplating submitting. She doesn’t though, and instead, grabs the bottom rope. She pulls herself out of the ring to the floor below as Kahn stands in the ring yelling at her. Kahn quickly slides out of the ring and lifts Heather to her feet, getting behind her and pushing her forward, slamming her leg first into the steel steps and flipping her over. Kahn approaches her quickly and rolls her into the ring. He grabs her in an ankle lock, but she grabs for the ropes so he drags her to the center of the ring and drops down, grapevining the leg as he wrenches harder on the ankle. She fights and struggles but eventually taps out.
Ian Sparks: It’s all tied up here. Whoever wins the next fall: a ladder match, will be the Television champion.
The referee hangs the belt from the long rope as Heather and Kahn rest, catching their breath. The belt is lifted high above the ring as the bell rings again. Immediately, Heather dives out of the ring, grabbing a ladder and bringing it back in with her. Kahn jumps her, hitting her with right hand after right hand before turning around and setting up the ladder. He begins to climbs and gets halfway up before Heather grabs his leg. She pulls him down and hits him with a few hard rights of her own. She slams his head against the exposed turnbuckle and throws him to the ground. Heather then turns and tries to climb the ladder.
Ian Sparks: Heather having difficulty climbing with the injured leg that Kahn has been beating on all match. She gets part way up, but Kahn stands up and goes underneath Heather, setting her on his shoulders and falling backwards, slamming her to the mat. She arches her back in pain as Kahn stands up and climbs the ladder. He is reaching for the belt just as Heather starts climbing the ladder. She gets to the top and Kahn hits her with some punches to the face before she punches him in the gut and uses the last of her strength to leap over him and flip forward, grabbing him and hitting him with a sunset flip powerbomb off of the ladder. They fall to the mat and lay down, trying to heal their wounds.
Ian Sparks: A hard fought battle for these two grizzled warriors.
Heather stands up first and starts climbing the ladder. She slowly limps all the way tot eh top and gropes for the belt. Suddenly, Kahn leans against the ladder, pushing it over and sending Heather to the ground beneath the ring. She collapses to the ground, trying to break her fall with her injured leg. Kahn sets the ladder back up and slowly ascends it. As he gets to the top, Heather tries to climb into the ring. Suddenly, Blackman runs out from behind the curtain, and nails Heather from behind with a double axe handle as Kahn unhooks the belt for the win.
Ian Sparks: With Kristoph Kahn winning, albeit under shady circumstance.
James White: Shady!? Everything that happened was perfectly legal.
Blackman stomps Heather a bit more before sliding into the ring and lifting Kahn’s hand as Lesa Fox makes the official announcement.
Lesa Fox: The winner and your NEW W3 Television champion, Kristoph Kahn!
Kristoph and Blackman celebrate in the middle of the ring as we cut to commercial.
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Pike Andrews vs. Alex Rettop
The bell rings as the ring announcer climbs back into the ring. Suddenly, "Play, pause, or rewind it all you want...there's no escaping the truth,” and then Bleed It Out goes blaring throughout the arena. Out walks Alex Rettop, with his girlfriend, Amyuchi Hitomi, clapping along to the music. They wave to the crowd, not sure what to make of its reaction. They walk to the ring, and Alex holds the ropes open for Amyuchi. Once in the ring, they go back to clapping along to the music, waiting for Pike Andrews to appear.
Lesa Fox: In the ring from Long Beach, California. He weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and is five foot nine inches. He is “Conquest” Alex Rettop.
The crowd starts to cheer as they hear his name seeing as they don’t like Pike Andrews. Suddenly, those cheers turn into boos as I Don’t Wanna Stop comes over the arena’s sound system.
Pike comes out with a cocky grin on his face. He then hits his chest once with each hand before flexing his muscles. He then runs down the ramp before jumping on to the apron. He then gets in and shows off his muscles.
Lesa: Introducing his opponent from Springfield, Illinois. He weighs in at two hundred forty five pounds and is six foot four inches tall. He is the STEEL BLADE Pike Andrews.
Ian Sparks: Pike Andrews the returning son as Kristopher Kahn called him last week certainly needs to use his height as an advantage in this match against a very competitive high flying superstar like Alex Rettop.
James White: Yes, you are right about that and I think he will. Pike had barely kept his job in W3 by winning that last chance battle royal and now he hadn’t won a match since then. He told me earlier this afternoon that he had something to prove tonight.
Ian Sparks: Yes, well Rettop also has a lot to prove tonight. Both are in contention for titles. Rettop really wants a shot at the World Championship and Pike is in the bid for a Television title shot and this match could put either one if not both over the top. This is going to be one hell of a match.
The two meet each other in the middle of the ring as the ring announcer slips out quickly. They two just stare each other face to face, Pike having to look down a bit with the height differential they have. Before the bell could ring Pike starts off on a bad note by spitting in the face of Alex Rettop.
The referee slides in and pushes the two apart. Finally, the ref signals for the bell and the two go at each other. They each start trading rights before Pike gave a hard elbow to the jaw bone. Rettop staggered backwards as Pike realized he gained some space. Pike went back to punching again.
Pike and Alex still kept trading blows in the middle of the ring. Finally, Alex ducks under one of his opponents punches before running and delivering a clothesline. Pike looks a bit shook up from the sudden attack as he stays on the ground. Then Alex picks him up and throws him against the ropes. Pike comes back and reverses it and hits a jaw breaker as Rettop’s jaw collides with Andrew’s head. Rettop falls backwards into a sitting position as he rubs his jaw.
Ian: Oh God not even five minutes into this match and they are both already beating the hell out of each other.
James: No really I couldn’t tell. I thought they were trading cookie recipes, Mr. State the Obvious.
Ian rolls his eyes as Pike bounces off the ropes and delivers a thunderous boot into the chest of the sitting duck, Rettop.
James: Aw Hell Pike Andrews is ready to get his first major win ever since his return. You can see the fire in his eyes.
Ian: Yes, but you also see the same fiery look in the eyes of his opponent Conquest Rettop. They both are evenly matched and both having something in their sight, just like I said earlier titles.
James: Yes, I know Pike has his eyes on more then one title. We have seen him talking to everyone backstage so he can make friends so he can find a tag team partner to take the vacant tag team championship and if he was smart Alex would be a perfect match for him, in my opinion.
Ian: Oh yeah when does anybody listen to your opinion.
As the two commentators bicker Alex and Pike had gotten back to trading blows. Finally Alex took advantage back by giving a hard snap suplex to the Steel Blade. Pike rolls out of the ring and the ref keeps Alex in as the count starts.
Pike gets back up and slides into the ring with Alex narrowly missing the Elbow drop straight into the back. Then Pike gets up as Rettop still holds his elbow and locks in the Shotgun.
Ian: Oh my god this could be it. The shotgun is locked in tight I wonder if Alex is going to be able to break it.
James: On the few occasions we have seen it no one has been able to survive it without tapping out. Everyone seems to just try to keep fighting until they pass out.
Ian: He is going to tap look at the pain etched on his face. Wait a minute Alex grabbed the rope. Pike is going ballistic.
James: This is just going to bring more fight into the heart of Pike. Pike sees that Alex is hurt bad right now and Pike is going to take advantage of it.
Ian: Ouch! Well I guess Pike was listening to you as he hit the Five Knuckle Shuffle. It looks like we are coming to an end.
Pike climbed up onto the top rope as he flexes his arm three times. The ref checking on Alex doesn’t notice but Rettop’s girlfriend comes in and pulls Pike down and landed him in an awkward position. Boo’s start to erupt from the crowd as Alex finally gets back to his feet.
Alex smiles as he gets back onto the same turnbuckle as his opponent. He sets him up and…
Ian: DAMN! What a superplex from the top rope. That has to be the end. Here is the cover.
1
2
thr…
NO!!
James: Oh hell no! Don’t tell me Pike just kicked out.
The crowd started cheering for Pike, who was awestruck when he realized what was happening.
James: Looked like Alex’s little friend over there hurt him more then hurt Pike. Pike is starting to feed off the energy of the crowd.
Pike easily starts to run over Alex. First he hit a clothesline then another one. He then lifted his opponent until his body was perpendicular to the mat. Then Pike drops straight down sending his opponents head into the mat.
Ian: Hell no. That is the most hellacious type of DDT in the business.
James: This is why W3 is the home of extreme.
Pike then goes outside and points at the girlfriend. The crowd starts to go crazy and he smiles evilly. He kicks the girl in the gut before DDTing her straight into the protective mat that covered up the concrete.
James: Damn, Pike is being loved by this San Antonio crowd. I don’t think any crowd ever liked Pike. Maybe he isn’t that bad after all.
Ian: No its just that everyone really hates Alex Rettop and his girlfriend right now for what they did to Pike just about three minutes ago.
Pike then slides back into the ring as he picks up Rettop he then throws him against one side of the ropes and he goes the opposite before hitting a mind numbing Spear. Pike then climbs to the top rope and starts to flex.
James: Listen to the crowd. Here it comes the Steel Elbow from the Steel Blade.
Ian: Its lights out in ring for Alex Rettop.
Pike flexes his arm one more time. He then finally takes a flying leap off of the top turnbuckle landing the Steel Elbow right on top of Rettop’s chest area. Pike then stands up and brags a little bit.
He then pulls up the leg of Alex Rettop.
James: Here it is its over.
Ian: The referee why isn’t he counting.
After a late start the count finally starts
1
2
3!!!!
The bell rings and I Don’t Wanna Stop blares over the sound system as the crowd goes crazy. Pike stands up and sticks his hands up in the air. He smiles as he looks all around the crowd as we cut to the announcers behind their table.
Ian Sparks: what a night, but up next, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, we crown our new W3 champion.
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Justin Davis vs. Waylon Cash
Lesa Fox: The next match is your main event and is a lion’s den match for the World wide Wrestling Heavyweight Championship! Now on his way to the Lion’s den. He weighs in at two-hundred twenty two pounds and stands six feet, one inches tall. He hails from Boston Massachusetts, Justin Davis!
All the lights in the arena shut off, and there is some gust of smoke glazing around the entrance way. A big bang of pyro shoots up on the top of the entrance ramp. Then "Do You Call My Name" plays and Justin Davis walks through the black curtain with authority. He walks with a fast pace down the ramp, also he is rubbing his hands together and also has a smirking face. He then steps into the Lion’s Den cage and throws his arms up and walks around the structure with a big smirk on his face. He then waits for his opponent in the middle of the wooden floor.
Lesa Fox: And approaching the Lion’s Den. He weighs in at two-hundred and forty pounds. He stands six feet five inches tall. Hailing from Macon, Georgia, Waylon Cash!
Nobody by Skindred blares over the P.A. system as Waylon walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white tank top, and his tan straw cowboy hat with a pot leaf on the front. He stares at the Lion’s Den as it sits halfway down the entrance ramp. Walking down the ramp, his eyes don’t leave the structure, or Justin Davis as he steps in through the door. The music dies and the referee explains the rules to the two men before leaving and padlocking the door behind him. The bell rings and a loud murmur spreads through the crowd as the two men stand in the middle of the large cage, just glaring at each other. Waylon mouths the words “This is it” and Justin Davis nods his head as they begin to circle each other. They lock up an immediately Waylon uses his size advantage to shove Justin up against the slanted cage wall. Waylon hits Davis with a knee to the gut and underhooks his arms before lifting Davis up spinning around. Davis kicks and breaks free of Waylon’s grip, landing on his feet.
Ian Sparks: Waylon Cash going for an early Hellbilly deluxe early, but Davis will have none of it.
Davis kicks Waylon in the thigh muscle a couple of times before going for an enziguri. Waylon ducks it, and throws Davis in an STF as Davis falls on his face. Davis uses his momentum to flip both of them over, before delivering three heavy elbows to Waylon’s ribs. Davis drops to the floor as Waylon stands quickly to his feet. They stare each other down for a minute as the crowd applauds.
James White: these two men, very different styles yet very evenly matched.
Davis charges Waylon, who hits him with an arm drag, sending Davis flying into the side of the cage. Immediately Waylon dives on him, leveling blow after blow to his head. Davis climbs a little and uses his feet to push Waylon back to the center of the cage. Davis leap upward and grabs a steel chair that is tied to the catwalk ten feet above. Pulling down he snaps its line to the top and pulls it down. He runs forward and swings at Waylon, but Waylon ducks before reaching back and hitting Davis with a neck breaker. Waylon stands to his feet, as does Davis, though somewhat slower, rubbing his neck. Waylon kicks him in the gut and goes for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Davis reverses it into a hurricarana, sending Waylon flying across the Lion’s Den. They both stand up and Waylon runs forward and gets hit with a knee to the gut, causing him to flip over and land on his back while clutching his midsection. Davis stands up leaps into the air, coming down on Waylon’s ribs with a knee drop.
Ian Sparks: Looks like Justin Davis has found a spot to zero in on. This may be dangerous for Waylon.
Davis stomps Waylon’s stomach and then drops an elbow on it as Waylon rolls around in pain. Davis lifts Waylon to his feet, and then lifts him in a scoop slam, and raises him so he is parallel with the mat before running forward and slamming Waylon against the steel cage wall of the Lion’s Den. Dropping Waylon to the ground, Davis grabs the cage and jumps up, he uses it as leverage to drive his knee into Waylon’s ribs. He then runs up the slightly slanted wall and grabs a kendo stick that hangs from the catwalk. He drops to the ground as Waylon stands up and swings the cane. Waylon drops to the ground and dives forward, dodging the cane and tackling Davis into the middle of the cage. Waylon stands up and kicks Davis in the side a couple of times before bending down and lifting up the chair. Waylon brings the chair crashing down on the knee of Justin Davis and then tosses the chair to the floor in anger. He then bends down and lifts Davis to his feet. Davis punches Waylon in the midsection a couple of times, Irish whipping him face first into the cage before running forward and leaping in the air, riving both his knees into Waylon’s back as he rests against the wall. Waylon drops to the ground and Davis picks up the kendo stick. Slamming it against the ground, he waits for Waylon to rise.
Ian Sparks: this looks like bad news or Waylon. His ribs are already prone to submission and a good swing with that cane could break ribs.
Waylon gets to his feet and Davis swings for the fences, shattering the kendo stick across Waylon’s ribs. Waylon collapses to the ground, gripping his midsection. Waylon gets to his hands and feet but Justin Davis reels back and kicks him in the ribs. As Waylon writhes in pain. Davis runs up the wall and grabs on to the bottom of the catwalk. He lifts himself up and onto the platform. Standing up he grabs three of the tables on top and tosses them down into the Lion’s Den before climbing down himself. He sets up one of the tables, but by the Waylon has risen to his feet. He delivers a stiff kick to Davis’ sternum, knocking him backwards onto the table. Waylon attempts to climb the wall, but Davis gets up quickly and runs up behind Waylon before hitting him with a german suplex through the table.
James White: These two will stop at nothing to destroy one another here tonight.
Ian Sparks: All to call themselves the best.
Davis slowly sets the table up, and lifts Waylon to his feet. He grabs the chair and smashes it over Waylon’s head, knocking him unconscious, onto the table. Davis lifts him onto the surface and sets him straight before climbing up the wall and lifting himself onto the catwalk. He turns and stares down at Waylon for a moment before jumping off in a seated senton position. At the last second, Waylon rolls off the table causing wood splinters to fly everywhere as Justin Davis comes crashing through it.
Ian Sparks: There is no way he survived that.
James White: Oh my god.
Waylon slowly grabs the chair, and drags it over to Davis’ prone body. He opens it and places Davis’ arm into it, resting the backing against his upper arm and the chair at the elbow. Waylon then runs up the wall and jumps to grab the catwalk and drop down on the legs of the chair, smashing Davis’ arm. Davis writhes in pain and grabs his arm, yelling loudly.
Ian Sparks: When you take away the arm of a technical wrestler like Davis, you take away most of his arsenal.
Waylon reaches down and lifts up Justin Davis as well as the steel chair. As sets Davis on his feet, and grabs the chairs legs and winds up before bringing the chair crashing down on Justin’s head, sending him right back to the ground. Davis turns over and blood runs down his face from the wound on his forehead. Waylon chucks the chair to the side and lifts Davis by the hair before slamming his face into the steel mesh. He rakes Davis’ forehead back and forth across the cage, opening the wound even more. Waylon throws him to the ground, and then drops to one knee and starts punching, staining the white athletic tape around his fists a deep crimson. Davis, in desperation, grabs Waylon and falls backwards, but rolls with him, turning the move into a Boston crab. He wrenches backward, causing Waylon to scream and grasp for the cage wall.
Ian Sparks: Justin Davis putting pressure on the injured rib of Waylon cash. His strategy here is obviously not to knock Waylon out but to submit him, where as with Waylon it seems exactly the opposite.
James White: It looks like Waylon’s gonna tap.
Waylon grabs the cage and uses it as leverage to flip Justin forward and break the submission hold. Waylon also uses it to turn himself around, resting back first against the cage. Davis slowly stands up, and gets a look in his eye before running forward and hitting Waylon with a sliding dropkick to the ribs. Waylon rolls around clutching his midsection as Justin Davis wraps his legs around Waylon’s torso and squeezes, as Waylon tries to break the hold and yells in pain. Waylon eventually twists around so the two men are facing each other. He uses his legs to push Davis up against the cage, and lift him in the air before spinning around and hitting him with a hard spine buster on the wooden surface. Davis goes limp and Waylon rolls over onto his back, and tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t take long before laboring to drag the only unbroken table over to the side of the cage. He uses the cage to climb up and grab the catwalk, dragging down another table before dropping himself back to the floor. Waylon sets up the first table, and sets up the second table on top of it. Davis stands up behind him and throws him in an octopus stretch. Waylon struggles for a while, but eventually hits Davis with a hiptoss. Davis hits the ground but gets right back up and charges Waylon. Waylon kicks him in the gut and lifts him in s suplex position before quickly dropping him into a brainbuster on the steel chair.
James White: Jesus Christ! Waylon Cash just DROVE Justin Davis’ head into that chair. He’s out cold!
Waylon rises to his feet, blood dripping from his busted lip as the referee outside the cage counts Davis down. He gets to seven before Davis moves, and somehow Davis Rises to his feet just before the ref counts ten. Waylon climbs up on the catwalk, and Davis follows him. Both men stand atop the platform as the crowd screams, almost shaking the arena. They charge each other, and Davis ducks down in time to backdrop Davis over his head onto the hard platform behind him. Waylon grips his ribs and uses the top edge of the cage to lift himself up. Davis charges him and Waylon hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending him slipping off the catwalk. He reaches back and grabs the edge, stopping himself from falling and dragging himself back up. The two men stand up and trade punches as the audience is on the edge of its seat. Suddenly, Waylon kicks Davis I the gut, double underhooks his arms, lifts him, and spins him about a quarter turn before jumping off the catwalk, bringing both men crashing violently through the stacked tables.
Ian Sparks: WAYLON CASH WITH A HELLBILLY DELUXE OFF OF THE TEN FOOT CATWALK THGOUH TWO TABLES!
The ref starts counting down. At eight Waylon stands up and spits out some blood as he watches the ref count to ten. The bell rings and the door is opened.
Lesa Fox: Your winner by knockout, and NEW W3 World Heavyweight champion… WAYLON CASH!
The ref steps in with the big gold belt in his hands and hands it to Waylon, who stares at it for a moment before running up the wall and climbing onto the catwalk. He uses the rest of his energy to stand atop the catwalk and hold the World Heavyweight Championship belt high above his head as the crowd screams and we fade to black.