SLAM! EPISODE 25

No Brand Wrestling Presents: SLAM! Episode XXV
Live from Jinan Olympic Sports Center - Jinan, China.

 

V/O - “Nearly Seven years ago a small-time promotion out of Reading, PA came to existence. Over the years superstars have debuted and grown, some have retired, and others are still around today. Owners have changed. Locations have shifted. But one thing has always stayed the same. The name. Three Initials that have survived through the thick and the thin.”

The NBW logo is shown as it fades in and out showing the various designs from past to present. The voice-over by Trent McKnight continues.

V/O - “Those initials represent the past, the present, and the future. No Borders. No Boundaries. No Bull. Nothing But Wrestling. Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the NBW!”

A video package rolls showing past wrestlers and on-screen talent from the original promoter Alex Styles to Xander Napoli onto the current: Thaddeus Boyle. Three different men with three different agendas, all of which were responsible for the success that is NBW.

Shots of Jason Kain, Maximizer, Frost, Rey Campbell, Cal Roberts, Blake Gray, Rejection, Uncensored, Jade Greene and Alan Helms filled the screen before being replaced with shots of macWICKED, Ali Amore, Lunatic, D-T, Max Hopper, High Flyer, Sam Potright, Dream Warriors, Rik Bone, Callie Urban, Heaven and Hell, The Gordon Brothers, Andrew Martin, Mat Walton, William Arthur Reagan and numerous others as the clips speed up to a blur.

It all comes to a stop as the face of  the Double Champion, World Heavyweight/Keystone Champion ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs fills the screen followed by the members of his Upper Echelon; Judasbleek, Warren Spade, and the new TFZ Champion Son of Malta.

They are soon replaced by the likes of Shawn Jessica Hart, Remy Leroux, Brock Metzer, Spike Saunders, Keegan, Torment, RaVage, El Dragon Loco, The Night Life USA, For The Win, former TFZ Champion Johannes Antonious de Castonovo, Supersquad, Zed, Family Keeling, and more as the clips speed up once more.

The NBW logo spins to life once more and fades out to the simple initials before the opening video for SLAM plays and then the initals return with the logo once more.

N.B.W.

 

Matt Haddon Versus Alyx Norwood

As ‘Hero’ by Skillet played the fans cheered as Matt Haddon walked out on the stage and pranced to the left and then clear back to the right throwing his arms in the air for them. He made a dash to the ring and slid right on in to the center.

The opening match of the night was a match set in motion following a conversation between two friends that saw fit to advance their careers. Haddon having achieved his goal on numerous occasions even winning the Keystone championship only to hold it for the shortest reign in history. But it was a reign nonetheless; something his opponent and friend could never declare.

“Attention please.”

A lone voice hollered over the arena as a fanfare of trumpets echoed throughout.

“Now introducing a grace of Royalty to the halls of NBW. Standing at five foot eleven inches, the Master of the Norwood Crown-“

The trumpets flare up in sound.

“ALYX NORWOOD!”

The curtains part as Alyx Norwood steps through noticeably different than last seen. His black beard glistening while behind him a young woman follows and watches the long Vermilion cape that extends from his shoulders. Resting atop his head sat a jewel encrusted golden crown while in his right hand he held a scepter of sorts.

Haddon’s jaw dropped in the ring as he watched Alyx walk down the aisle with the young woman behind him. Once to the ring the woman removes the cape from his shoulders and retrieves the crown and scepter before kneeling and giving a kiss to his hand.

Alyx walks up the steps and steps through the ropes to stand face to face with Haddon as the bell finally rings.

Ding ding ding

Haddon can’t help but look at his friend in awe or shock. ‘Really man?’. Rather than answer Norwood lashed forward and gripped him by the waist before driving him into the corner post. Shocking to most as Haddon was the taller of the two but only by three inches. Alyx laid into Haddon with a series of jabs to the midsection and then mounted the second rope and hammered down with a series of lefts as well.

Haddon however managed to push him off and yanked him into the corner instead where he mounted the second rope and pounded down to the ten count of the fans, in Chinese of course. At ten he wound up his left and delivered a hard knife-edge chop to the chest but Alyx flicked a thumb to the eye of Haddon outside the ring officials’ view and pushed Haddon backwards. He then plowed forward from the corner and gripped him at the waist to haul him back into the corner where he once more mounted the second rope and hammered down with rights and legs and a few boots to the midsection as well.

He continued this despite the referee warning him and giving him a four count which he broke off just prior. But as soon as Haddon pushed off from the corner Alyx caught him by the waist and hauled him ass over head with a german suplex with a bridge for the pin.

One!

Two-Shoulder up!

Norwood wasted little time bringing Haddon to his feet again but this time Matt fired back with a right hand and repeated aftershots the brought him up against the ropes. He gripped Alyx by the arm and hurled him across the ring into the ropes and on rebound caught him with a legtrap which he maneuvered into a chinlock.

This was nothing new for Haddon as he was known as a sound technical wrestler with a high variety in submission holds. Alyx however grabbed back with his hands and gripped Matt’s hair then lifted back with his head while pulling him forward to smack his skull into Matt’s. He rolled off rubbing at his forehead and chin then went for an elbow drop on Alyx but Norwood rolled out of the ring to avoid it.

The young woman walked over and met him at ringside. She took a cloth from her blouse and dabbed it across his head and eyes before Haddon rolled out of the ring to continue the match. Alyx saw him coming and dodged the attempted spear into the barricade and send Haddon over into the crowd. He smiled and waived his hand in the air graciously before leaning over and pulling Matt across half way.

Alyx pointed to the official and the young woman walked over to the ring and upon the apron. She caught the officials’ attention as she stepped through the ropes and he informed her that it was not her place. A bright smile lit her face as she grabbed him playfully by the shirt and twirled her finger across his chest.

Meanwhile however Alyx had Haddon pivoting on the barricade and retrieved his Scepter which he proceeded to blast over the backside of his head causing Matt to collapse forward head first. Norwood grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to the ring as the woman got off the apron with a rather smitten referee watching her every step.

Alyx rolled Matt into the ring and slid in after him, rolling him to the center of the ring and applies a modified cross-legged STF which he likes to call the Norwood Crown. His arms tightly wrapped around his neck he vices back hard and Haddon has no choice but to tap.

Ding ding ding

With the bell rung Alyx released the hold and waived his arm up in the air as the official held his other as the victor. He rolled out of the ring where the young lady met him and situated the cape once more over his shoulders and sat the crown on top of his head. Norwood retrieved his scepter and held it in his left hand as he made his way back up the ramp with the young lady following right behind.

Fear Becomes You

Matt Haddon laid there in the ring looking up at the rafters as the lights shone down on him. His rest however was short lived as the lights vanished and the arena was engulfed in complete darkness.

Moments passed as the sound as of a fighting man struggling could be heard. A loud thud followed and the lights returned. The masked monster Torment stood next to the body of Haddon whom had just been chokeslamed.

“Tell us Mathew, do you still believe the path you have chosen is the true one? Is your future working out as you had planned?”

He leaned down to Haddon with the microphone but got no answer.

“Tell us then Mathew, what of your friends and so called allies? Alyx Norwood just used you as a stepping stone to get what he wants and left you are out here without a care. Even now he parades with his victory clueless and careless about your condition.”

Torment grabbed Haddon by his arm and pulled him to his feet.

“Matthew, what is it you Fear?”

He grabbed Haddon with the front face lock and followed with a brutal looking Fisherman DDT. Torment looked down at Haddon as the lights once more dropped to darkness with lone cell-phone lights flickering about. By the time they returned Torment was no where to be seen and Haddon was laid out cold.

 

Addressing Royalty

The Epicenter I lit up over the stage where Melony Vice was chasing after Alyx Norwood and had finally caught up to him.

“Alyx, a moment please?”

She was ignored but continued to push.

“Please Alyx. A few thoughts on your huge victory and what just happened out there?”

The woman following Alyx stopped and halted Vice in her tracks.

“You will address him as Your Highness or Your Lord.”

“Okay. Your Highness, Alyx can you tell us what is up with this new look?”

Again the woman stopped her from continuing.

“My Lord does not speak to those beneath him. What you saw out there is only the beginning. Now if you will excuse me I must return to the chambers to draw my Lord's bath for the evening.” She turned and started to catch up with Alyx but then stopped and looked back at Melony. “You know were you to arrive and disrobe you are welcome to join us. My Lord is quite fond of Wenches', even a Wench of your stature. Give it a thought.”

She then headed down the corridor to catch up while Vice signaled to the crew to cut the footage as the interview was going no where.

 

Techno Dragon and Plazma Versus Aleczander and JAC

The ongoing battles between The Night Life USA and the Family Keeling were getting very personal.  Two weeks ago, Techno Dragon and Tony Sharp cost each other matches, Dragon a match to Derecho and Dragon did the same to Sharp, costing him a shot at the Keystone Championship when he had Vince Jacobs beat.  The week before, Techno Dragon defeated JAC in singles action while Tony Sharp joined forces with nbW Infamy Champion, Vic Gravender, in order to defeat the nbW Dynasty champions, Polar and Hotstreak. 

Now, Techno Dragon would team up with the giant Plazma in order to face off against The Family Keeling's tag team specialists, the showy powerhouse Aleczander The Great and the former TFZ Champion, the hard-hitting Johannes Antonious De Castanovo.  With that having been said it was time to see some guys beat the holy crap out of one another.

“Ahem!  Hey!  Up here!  Give me your goddamn attention!”

The sounds of Junior Keeling made both Baby Jesus and the fans cry, but there he was dressed in his typical faux-business attire.  He smiled. 

“Please give it up for my dad... a true AMERICAN hero! The man called Thomas Keeling!”

Thomas Keeling smiled for the fans and greeted his charges as he made his way down to the ring. He waved a hand to the booing masses.  Later tonight, they'd be accmpanying Vic Gravender for his first nbW Infamy Title defense, but for right now, revenge was on the minds of the Family Keeling.

“Folks, please give up your attention for one of the greatest natural athletes No Brand Wrestling has ever seen!  A man with more muscles in places that most people don't even have places.  A man that will change the world with his strength, natural rugged charisma, and his killer instinct!  The Strongest Man In No Brand!  Please welcome, Aleczander the Great!”

“All Of The Lights” by Kanye West drilled through the arena PA and out came Aleczander himself. The six-foot two and two-hundred seventy-two mass of muscle called Aleczander The Great.  A current member of the ACW Night Life chapter, he was also a proud Family Keeling member and a man proud of his physique.  He patted boht Keelings on the shoulders.

“And his tag team partner... the man with hands of steel that could rip anybody to shreds standing in front of him!  The former and most important man in The Fight Zone's illustrious history...” some big boots for that comment. “...the man that can speak over eight languages but he most important one being the language of combat... the former Fight Zone Champion... Johannes Antonious De Casatnovo!”

With no music playing him to the ring, but lots of booing regardless, the man called JAC made his way out from the back and raised his hands in the sky for all to see.  Doing some shadowboxing, he and Aleczander headed towards the ring and got themselves ready for the match ahead.

They stood in the ring as the lights faded out and suddenly, the hub lights around the entrance started to pulsate several different shades of blue, purple, and yellow. The EpiCenter started to display names.

The names flashed repeatedly on the EpiCenter as the sounds of “Battleflag (Space Raiders Mix)” by Lo Fidelity All-Stars played over the speakers.  And the crowd gave a great round of applause for the men and woman coming out!

“And their opponents... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 484 pounds... the team of PLAZMA AND TECHNO DRAGON!”

Plazma slapped hands with the fans while Techno Dragon and Kaylee headed down to the ring. Last week, it had been reported that a relationship between the two of them had been brewing, as noted by some playful patter between the two on Techno Dragon's victory over JAC.  She pulled up his mask just enough to give him a kiss on the lips before they headed down to the ring.  Aleczander wasn't impressed while JAC pointed right at Dragon and slashed a finger across his throat, not wanting him to forget that he had revenge on his mind.

Techno Dragon retorted by blowing a kiss in his direction.  JAC snapped and was ready to fight, but Aleczander actually played the part of peacekeeper, keeping his tag team partner restrained. 

“It's okay, mate, we'll wring his scrawny neck, just you wait!” Aleczander laughed. 

JAC nodded and the two men faced off against Techno Dragon and Plazma as the bell rang.  Plazma and Aleczander, the two powerhouses for each team, were going to be the two men starting off this contest. 

“Got yer fuckin' number, ya prick!” Aleczander yelled.

“We'll see, roidhead...” Plazma chuckled. 

Aleczander pie-faced the taller Plazma and sent him backing up a step.  He screamed about his muscles being all-natural and some more stuff about him being a ladies man and how many chicks he may have banged.  The Energetic One wasn't hearing any of it and clocked Aleczander right in the face.  He punched Aelczander in the face several more times and backed him into the ropes.  On his way back, he shot Aleczander across the ring and snapped him over with a massive hip toss that sent Aleczander head over heels.

The Strongest Man In No Brand wasn't looking as such right now with Plazma standing tall. Kaylee and Techno Dragon were cheering him on as he ducked a running clothesline from Aleczander and he got caught with a back body drop that nearly shook the ring.

The Energetic One went to the ground game and locked in an armbar to try and keep the muscle man of the Family Keeling under his control.  The Last Star Standing tried to fight his way out, but Plazma wasn't letting go and kept him locked up in the hold.  He pulled him over to the corner and made the tag to Techno Dragon as he climbed the top rope. He came flying off with a big cross body that knocked Aleczander down and he stayed on for the cover.

1...

2...

But Aleczander was too strong and powered out pretty easily.  The high flyer that was Techno Dragon waited for him to get to his knees and connected with a series of some stiff kicks to the chest, turning Aleczander's pecs beet red.  Aleczander shoved him back into the ropes to try and create some separation but TD came right back and caught him right in the face with a flying knee smash right to the face.  He tried pinning the big man again.

1...

2...

But Aleczander powered out a second time, although his jaw was throbbing from where he got hit with the knee.  Techno Dragon stood back to his feet again and tried to pick Aleczander up, but the Last Star Standing buried his fist into TD's gut and nailed him with a clubbing blow to his back.  The NLUSA's leader was easy pickings as Aleczander backed off and tagged in JAC, who no doubt remembered last week's loss.  He climbed into the ring to try and swing right at Dragon, but the Celestial Phenomenon quickly hit a drop toe hold and snapped him to the canvas. Techno Dragon grabbed him by the arm and wrapped him up in a la majistral pinfall.

1...

2...

JAC almost went down to defeat quickly, but he kicked out of the complex pinning predicament.  He stood back to his feet and tried for another punch but Techno Dragon was too quick and snapped him over with a Japaense arm drag.  The former shootfighter and TFZ champion stood back up and again, he fell victim to another arm drag that sent him flying across the ring. 

TD was in fire now as he stood up and did a little bit of some breakdancing to get the fans riled up.  JAC was not happy and the Adriatic Gargoyle came running, but Techno Dragon swept the leg out from under him and sent him tumbling to the canvas.

He pulled JAC up to his feet and tagged in Plazma again as he climbed over the ropes.  JAC was whipped across the ring and when TD ducked underneath, Plazma launched himself clear over the ropes and caught the fighter with a slingshot shoulder block that knocked him right over.  The fans were very impressed by the athletic raw potential of Plazma and they cheered the big man as he went for a cover on JAC.

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2...

JAC kicked out.  Neither of the Keelings were particularly enjoying the outing of their tag team contingent, but the Night Life USA had trained together for a good while and had studied up on each other's moves, thus having something of an experience advantage over JAC and Aleczander who hadn't been teaming for that long.  Plazma picked him up again and whipped the former TFZ fighter into the corner and when he bounced back, he kicked him in the gut and snapped him over with a beautiful double arm suplex in the center of the ring. 

“OH, YEAH!” he shouted to the cheers of the fans. 

They were loving the Energetic One and he continued to keep the assault going on JAC as he hooked the far leg.

1...

2...

No way, but JAC kicked out again.  Aleczander was clapping and trying to get his partner back in the game.  They had to think of something fast since the match had been almost all Night Life USA from the start.  Plazma pulled him off the canvas and made the tag once again to Techno Dragon.  He tossed JAC into the corner and whipped TD right into him in the corner with a hard leaping knee strike to his head.  Techno Dragon gave a thumbs up to the crowd as he hung there and ran forward to spike JAC into the canvas with a running bulldog.   And another cover.

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2...

This time, JAC kicked out again.  He was being dominated still by Techno Dragon who grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back over to the corner so Plazma could continue.  He smiled as he leaped over the ropes and ran right at JAC, controlling the smaller man with another standing arm bar.  JAC threw a few punches to try and free himself, then he tried for some sort of STO-like move. Plazma shook him off with a pair of elbows to the back of the head and drove him down into the mat with a big-time release northern lights suplex.  Plazma was on fire now and he hooked both legs.

1...

2...

No! 

JAC and Aleczander were in a very bad way now as the former rolled to the floor and tried to take a breather.  Plazma wasn't having any of that and gave chase to JAC, who climbed back into the ring.  Aleczander made the blind tag and when Plazma tried to re-enter the ring, he was grabbed from behind by Aleczander and got RAMMED hard into the guardrail, sending it back a few inches.

The impact was brutal and the fans cringed at it.  Now that Aleczander and JAC had an opening, they were damn sure going to take it.  Aleczander pushed the body of Plazma underneath the ropes and climbed back into the ring.  He beat the living hell out of Plazma by putting the boots to him.  He picked him up off the mat and drove him down in a very hard way with a big back suplex that nearly shook the ring.

Aleczander was looking as great as he claimed right now and raised his hands to the crowd to let them know how great he was. He walked over and tagged in JAC.  Castanovo climbed back inside the ring and slapped on a front face lock to wear down the big man in the center of the ring.  Techno Dragon and Kaylee both watched on as Plazma continued to take a beating from the two Family Keeling members.  He pushed him down to the ground and fired off a couple of knees into the head of Plazma, each blow looking particularly nasty. 

Plazma was still pretty young and less experienced than any of his NLUSA cohorts, and thus was trying to fight his way out with some simple punches to the body to try and loosen JAC's grip.  The Adriatic Gargoyle wasn't having any of it, though, and connected with two more knees to the top of his head. 

He gradually fought back and with the fans in the jampacked arena cheering on The Energetic One, he fought his way up and connected with some more shots, then finally hit a couple of knees to the gut as he got back to his feet.  Plazma was trying to catch his breath, but JAC used all his body weight to tackle the big man into the corner.  He continued the beatdown and put some boots into his stomach and continued doing this until he was ordered by the referee to stop or get disqualified. 

After backing off for a few moments, JAC put the pressure on quickly and pressed his knee into the fallen Plazma's throat to try and take more oxygen from his lungs. He fought back and tried to break free, but JAC was like a pitbull that wouldn't let up.  While the referee was reprimanding JAC for his aggression, Aleczander snuck in a good kick to the head of Plazma from the apron then went back to his corner and did a Hail Mary to maintain his innocence. 

Yeah.  Right.

JAC tagged in Aleczander and the two men went to work.  Aleczander grabbed JAC and launched him at Plazma, connecting with a hard knee to the gut.  He wobbled out of the corner and into the grip of Aleczander who crushed him with a big corner clothesline.  Aleczander finished off the sequence of moves by picking him up and driving him to the ground with a  big scoop powerslam.  He rubbed his hands to say that was that before he hooked the far leg of the Energetic One.

1...

2...

But Plazma wasn't about to let Aleczander beat him and kicked out.  He grabbed him by the head and set Plazma up in a seated position before he ran off the ropes and came right back, kicking Plazma right in the face with a low angled big boot.  The blow was pretty vicious and Aleczander was smiling as he turned over and hooked the leg.

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2...

Close!  Very close!  But Plazma wasn't going down like that and kicked out a second time in as many minutes, making Aleczander a little bit angry.  He pulled Plazma back to his feet again and grabbed him by the head as he twisted him around for a neckbreaker, but Plazma fought the move and tried to twist him around for a backslide.  The two men fought each other and appeared to be evenly matched for a moment until Aleczander turned around and clobbered him with a short-arm clothesline...

THE FIST PUMP~!

A pretty nasty shot that nearly folded Plazma in half! Aleczander did a fist pump in honor of his reality show bretheren and flexed an arm before dropping an elbow across his chest.  He turned around and went for another cover.

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Close, but no!  Plazman powered out and the fans cheered while JAC and both Keelings were on the other side of the ring, looking angry.

“Come on, beat him already!”  Junior yelled.

“Finish that kid off, Aleczander!” Thomas added.

Aleczander The Great slapped on a chinlock of doom!  The preferred submission hold of lots of hosses.  He held him Plazma tightly in the lock and cranked back on the neck using his big arms to try and twist him around. He fought back and tried to elbow him in the gut to free himself.

He elbowed him with in the head and continued to beat him down with a couple of knees to the back in the process.  He pulled back tighter on the hold until he finally elbowed his way out.  He got back to his feet and tried to fight his way out, but Aleczander caught him and turned him nearly inside out with a running elbow to the face.

JAC was tagged in and Aleczander held in place while JAC drove a hard headbutt into the gut.  JAC was now the man in control as Aleczander left the ring and he wailed down on Plazma with a series of punches to the face.  Nothing fancy, which was how JAC operated, but it suited the former TFZ Champion just fine. 

Plazma fought back, though, and used his size advantage to try and take him down for a couple right hands, but JAC put up a guard and grabbed him by the arm and maneuvered the bigger man down with an armlock. He pushed him around and punched away at the back of Plazma's head.  He whomped him good and held him down as he tagged him Aleczander once more.

He climbed into the ring and The Strongest Man in No Brand lived up to his name by elbowing him in the head before actually pressing Plazma!  That was two-seventy-three up and over his head before he dropped him down in the center of the ring with a big military press slam.

Aleczander flexed more of his muscles while Techno Dragon tried to get the crowd behind the Night Life USA.  Aleczander gestued at Kaylee on the outside.

“You should dump the half-pint and get with a real man!  Somebody with actual muscle definition!”

Kaylee ignored him and slapped hands on the apron as he continued to pummel Plazma with some boots.  He picked up the big man and pushed him back to the corner again and tagged in JAC.  They were showing some great tag team skills for a pair that hadn't been together all that long and cut the ring in half.  JAC was whipped into a hard forearm smash by Aleczander, sending his own partner in to the gut of Plazma. He was doubled over and JAC got the big man over with a very impactful STO.  He went for a cover now.

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Plazma still kicked out and wasn't about to give up.  The fans were firmly behind the Night Life USA as he fought to get back to his feet.  It was back to the corner one more time and Aleczander was up to the plate while JAC kept him in place. He hit a pair of hard clotheslines in the corner and pulled him into a sick headbutt that had Plazma rocked. He scooped him up and drove him down into the mat once. 

He picked him up, did it one more time.

Stop to flex.

Then Aleczander picked him up and dropped him down a third time.  He smiled and went down for the cover.  There was no way that he was going to take this punishment much longer.

1....

2...

And no!  Plazma kicked out again and Aleczander punched the mat, getting very frustrated.  He tried to lift him up one more time and had him nearly trapped in the grip of a torture rack but Plazma slipped out behind him.  Aleczander turned around...

EMP~!

The side effect planted him down into the canvas and now Plazma had a chance to come right back into it.  Aleczander was down and JAC had a hand reached out, trying to get to his tag team partner.  Meanwhile, Techno Dragon was all fired up and ready to go as he scurried over to make it to his corner. 

JAC was tagged in and the crowd came alive when Techno Dragon sprang into action!

He ran right at JAC and connected with a hard running side kick to the chest that knocked the Adriatic Gargoyle right over.  He sprang back to his feet and walked right into the path of a sole kick that knocked him back into the ropes.  JAC was being attacked from all sides by the high flyer Techno Dragon as he sprang off the ropes.  He came running and snapped him over with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sent the former TFZ Champion across the ring. 

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Techno Dragon was all fired up now as he waited for Castanovo to get back to his feet again.  He spun around and doubled him over with a low spinning kick to the chest to double him over and ran off the ropes, cracking him in the side of the head with a front dropkick. 

JAC stumbled to his feet while Techno Dragon stamped his feet.  He tried to catch the high flyer, but he ducked one punch and fired off a kick to the leg.  He ducked a second one and TD made him pay for it with a second kick.  He dropped him to one knee with a kick and sprang to the second rope...

GALAXY CUTTER!

A GREAT move and a brand new one out of the Techno Dragon playbook!  He knocked JAC to the ground with the springboard into the back cutter and turned him over for the cover.

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And it was a very close fall, but Johannes kicked out just enough to avoid certain defeat.  The Celestial Phenomenon shook his head before he adjusted his mask and got back to his feet again.  While Castanovo was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on, Techno Dragon climbed to the ropes and waited for him to turn around.  When he did, he came sailing off the top rope with a picture perfect corkscrew moonsault into the cross body!

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And this time, Aleczander was right there to keep the match alive for his team.  He managed to save the match for his team.  He pulled Techno Dragon up and whipped him to the ropes, but the high flyer came right back and cracked Aleczander in the side of the mouth with a flying enziguri kick to the side of the head.  He was stunned and Plazma came back into the fray, knocking both he and Aleczander out of the ring. 

Techno Dragon grabbed JAC by the head and looked to finish him off...

TONY SHARP!

Cold Steel himself was on the apron and laughed from the ring apron.  Techno Dragon bounced off the ropes and caught him in the side of the head with a springboard kick to the face!  He was knocked off the apron and sent crashing to the ground, but Techno Dragon never saw  JAC coming...

RUNNING KNEE STRIKE~!

He flew right into his face and knocked him down with a flying knee strike.  Simple and effective.  And he went for the cover over Techno Dragon.

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3! 

The fans booed. The distraction from Tony Sharp was all that JAC needed.  Just one split second and he was the victor of the match.  Aleczander was still fighting with Plazma on the outside, pushing him right into the ring post and sending the big man crashing right into it. 

Kaylee was freaking out, trying to get in the middle of it, but both Keelings were holding her in place while JAC continued to assault Techno Dragon with some fists.  Tony Sharp got back into the ring and started to join in on the assault as TD was unable to defend himself from the onslaught of both of the bigger men.

The referee tried calling for the bell, but that wasn't going to do anything as the three Family Keeling members outnumbered the two men in the ring....

POLAR AND HOTSTREAK!
The nbW Dynasty Tag Team Champions were running on down to the ring and tried to get into the fray, but big Vic Gravender was right behind.  Polar was able to slide into the ring and he tackled JAC, but was unable to stop from being attacked by Tony Sharp, who took off his belt and started to choke him out with it.

A NASTY belt shot from Vic Gravender devastated Hotstreak and sent one of the tag team champions crashing into the ground.  The sneak attack from the Family Keeling played out to perfection as Tony Sharp climbed into the ring.  Polar and Hotstreak were down, Plazma was hurt and Techno Dragon had a boot pressed down into his throat by Tony while Kaylee was being forced to watch her boyfriend getting hurt.

“You think you're pretty cute, eh, Techie?  You think you and your little band of raving do-gooders are going to curtail OUR plans?  You don't realize what you've done?  You took away from me the ability to call myself the next nbW Keystone Champion thanks to you sticking your nose where it didn't belong.  The bunch of you think that you're going to stand in the way of the Family Keelings hostile takeover of No Brand Wrestling?  Wrong.”

Techno Dragon took a swing and caught Tony in the lip, but JAC caught him in the stomach with a knee to the jaw.  Tony growled right at Dragon.

“Not smart, Dragon.”

He kicked him with a very solid kick to the chest. 

“You've been getting in my way since before Shicksal and you've made this personal the second that you try and affect my career in this ring. I'm better than you in every way and I'm going to prove it.  I'm challenging you, Dragon... three-match series starting next week.  And all I'll need is two to do it. You're getting hurt, Dragon.  You're gonna pay and the rest of your little druggie brigade are going down, too.”

He handed the microphone over to Aleczander who was now standing over Polar and Hotstreak.  He looked down at the fallen bodies of the Dynasty Tag Team Champions.

“And you two peckerheads.  We beat your leader and we beat yer big yappy wanker... now next week,we're finishing the job.  You two have the nuts... you'll accept mine and JAC's challenge for the Dynasty Tag Team Championships next week!”

He dropped the microphone as the entire Family Keeling group stood over the fallen bodies of the Night Life USA.  All four of them had been laid to waste and a very powerful message had been sent to the group.

They weren't playing around anymore. 

 

Watch and Learn

nbW's backstage area.

The hub for all knowledge when it comes to the insights of nbW's stars and staff alike.

The place where you get to know it all first.

And Trent McKnight was standing around, just about ready to twiddle his thumbs.   When he finally noticed that the red light was on with the camera, he quickly turned his gaze and picked his microphone, almost being caught unaware.  He cleared his throat before continuing.

“Hello, my Knight Watchers.  I'm Trent McKnight, and... well, I do apologize.  We had this time scheduled for Zed and the XYZ Affair, but it appears that they have decided to decline comments.  We were hoping to get a word with Zed and his new group regarding their intentions for nbW and trying to get a little bit more of a backstory on the people that have been accompanying him, Xiang and Yulan, but...”

He stopped when he saw something off-camera that got his attention.  He jutted his head towards the scene and the camera followed him.  Walking in a trio headed somewhere was none other than the very people who were supposed to have gotten their interview.

Xiang, Yulan, and the ringleader, Zed. 

“Excuse me, Zed!  Zed!”

Zed held a hand up and the trio stopped in their tracks.  He turned his head in McKnight's direction.

“Zed, we were supposed to have an interview scheduled!  I wanted to get a word if we could...”

The Red Menace held an arm up to cut off Zed. He nodded over to Yulan, who gave an acknowledgment of his own before he turned back to the interviewer.

“You've got one question.  Make it count, McKnight.” Yulan told him.

“Zed, since you've formed this group that you've called the XYZ Affair... you've been running rampant through No Brand Wrestling.  We were hoping to learn more about this group you've formed.  What are you after?  Who are you targeting?  What...”

Yulan grabbed the microphone.

“He said one... or do you not know how to count?”

McKnight shook his head while Zed snapped a finger.  Xiang stepped up.

“We... destroy... anybody in our way...”

Yulan let go of the microphone.

“We've got a match later tonight... watch what happens out there.  THAT... is what we're doing... now get the hell out of our sight.”

Zed had a smile on his face as the color-clad trio headed somewhere else, leaving Trent McKnight to his own devices. 

 

Judasbleek Versus Zatch Rollins

The Forgotten Son has indeed chosen the path of a miscreant, cowardly attacking RaVage more than once. Slam twenty-three was a night of disarray during the opening moments of RaVage and Judasbleek’s match, Judas unexpectedly attacked RaVage from behind gaining a cheap victory over the veteran via count out.

Slam twenty-four was nothing but more surprises as The Forgotten Son took his opportunity once again to take a shot at the savage of the ring by executing the ever so painful EPD during his match with One Eye.

Judasbleek had one thought swirling around his mind that faithful night, the destruction of RaVage as he look to end RaVage’s career as he attempted to attack RaVage with a steel chair only to be subdued by a mask gentleman later to be reveal as the real Taito Ryuko known as One Eye.

The Forgotten Son has become obsessed with a cleansing of some short. Randy Viscel has unfortunately overlooked the fact that he has a psychotic being snapping at his heels. Will RaVage acknowledge the fact that he has a violent admirer, or will he cast the young superstar to the wayside?
   

We came back from a commercial break to see Zatch Rollins in the ring as Ninja Rap by Vanilla Ice faded out. The arena grew silent as Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace was heard throughout the arena. The lights deemed to a pulsing red and blue hue. The Epicenter I and Epicenter II showed the words T.F.S and images of guerilla groups going to war, buildings crashing to the ground, and a series of violent moments across the globe and showed a series of violent moves that Judasbleek has performed.

The NBW crowd exploded in a mix display of reactions of cheers and jeers as Judasbleek calmly walked through the Epicenter double sliding doors wearing what is his wrestling tights and regular attire. Judasbleek continued down the ramp as he stopped while rolling his neck muscles, and walked by the camera. The camera readjusted and caught the back of him, which showed his, The Forgotten Son tattoo on the upper part of his back, outlined and tribal designs blending well with his arm tribal tattoos. Introducing next, hailing from Chicago, IL, and weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-one pounds...

Judasbleek finally continued his march to the ring; The Forgotten Son quickly reaching the ringside area and moving to the steel steps. With haste, Judasbleek ascended the stairs. Judasbleek continued to make his way in front of Melissa and Charlie, and moved up to the apron, grabbing the ropes and pulling himself upward.

He ducked in between the top and middle ropes, and the music begun to fade out. Judasbleek would not take his eyes off NBW crowd, those mysterious eyes burning with white-hot intensity. Judasbleek glared toward Melissa and Charlie with an interest all of his own.

At that time, red clusters of fireworks went off around the ring while Judasbleek stood up, and mounted every surrounding turnbuckle while he taunted the crowd. Judasbleek dismounted the last turnbuckle and begun to focus his self. Judasbleek stood in the middle of the ring with his hands on his hips as he looked out to the NBW crowd as they jeered him.

Judasbleek begun to bounce as he stared at Zatch Rollins. Tal Nedrick signaled for the bell and they were off like hounds at the gate. Judasbleek steamed into Zatch using the massive size advantage to bundle him backwards towards the ropes. Cleverly, Ninja Z ducked under the top rope and got his upper body out of the ring forcing Tal Nedrick to break the encounter.

“Break it ref! Break it!”

Frustrated Judasbleek let go and took a step back glaring at Zatch angry at being force to stop his assault. Zatch cautiously keeps his head out of the ring as he looked at the Forgotten Son

“Back him up!”

 Tal Nedrick looked at Judasbleek mere inches away and decided against telling The Forgotten Son anything of the sort

“Back him up!”

“I’ll fucking back you up!”

Judasbleek stated while he lunched forward over the top rope, grabbed Zatch around the neck with both hands, and dragged him over the top rope tossing him with a giant throw. Zatch landed hard but managed to half roll to get back to his feet only to be blindsided by Judasbleek storming across the ring nailing him in the back with his charging shoulder tackle. As Zatch tumbled to a halt in the ring, Judasbleek strolled over and putted one foot on his chest casually for the pinfall.


ONE… 

Zatch pushed Judasbleek’s foot forcefully off and rolled on to his stomach to stop himself from being pinned again. Judasbleek stepped over the back of Ninja Z and lifted him from up off the floor before the challenger has a change to recover, Judas sled his left arm across the throat and his right hooking Zatch’s arm into a Cobra Clutch. The shock of having this move applied to him sparked Zatch into life before the move could be completely locked in.

His panicky reaction showing he had at least scouted Judasbleek’s moves. Judasbleek suddenly stepped quickly to the left changing the angle of the assault and with a quick pop of his hips he hurled Zatch backwards overhead. The man goes flying upside down and lands in an awkward heap in the middle of the ring. This time Judasbleek hurried across the ring and placed his foot again on his chest for the pin, raising one arm in celebration

ONE…


TWO…

Ninja Z again knocked his foot off his chest before again rolling over to safety. Judasbleek stepped back and almost looked surprised that Zatch is still breathing let along in this contest. Shaking his head slowly Judasbleek pulled Ninja Z from the floor again and ripped him up to his feet. As Zatch sways unsteadily on his feet, he quickly shot his hands up, grabbed the side of Judasbleek face, and dropped to his knees nailing a textbook jawbreaker on the Forgotten Son.

Judasbleek tumbled back as Zatch hobbled up from his knees and took a step towards Judasbleek before nailing him square in the face with a textbook super kick sending him tumbling back. Judasbleek bounced back off the ropes stunned, as he was clearly dazed from being kicked right in the face. Not wanting to let his advantage go to waste Zatch charged in and took to the air, grabbing Judasbleek around the neck and driving him into the canvass with a thunderous running DDT. Scrambling up quickly to his feet, he charged across the ring sliding down across the ring into a surprise cover.

ONE…

The Forgotten Son kicked out with authority shoving Ninja Z high into the air and sitting up angrily. Showing amazing reflexes Ninja Z landed on his feet and sprinted across the ring nailing Judasbleek in the side of the head with a running drop kick, the anger faded from Judas’s eyes and they rolled into the back of his head as he dropped down to the canvass. Again, Ninja Z dropped down for a cover

ONE…


TWO…

Judasbleek again kicked out from the attempted cover with authority, but taking a second longer to gather the strength to do so.  Judas shoved Ninja Z off him as he rolled on to his stomach holding his head, furiously scratching the side of it trying to get some feeling back into it. Ninja Z got up again spinning around quickly raising his arms up to the fans and begun pumping them as all of a sudden the fans woke up. What was seemingly another Judasbleek squash match has taken an interesting turn as Zatch Rollins has the Forgotten Son rocking. The fans begun to roar with excitement and even a chant broke out.


Crowd: N-B-W!...N-B-W!…N-B-W!

Feeding off the crowd Zatch charged towards the corner and climbed out of the ring between the second and top rope, quickly scampering up to the top turnbuckle Ninja Z paused as he waited for Judasbleek to get to his feet. Being up on the top rope had only increased the volume of the cheers from the crowd. As Judasbleek stumbled to his feet he looked around the ring to try to locate his opponent but was unable to find him anywhere in the ring, as his gazing became more frantic he finally turned to face the only place he could actually be and it was too late.

Zatch leaped from the top turnbuckle wrapping his legs around the head of the Forgotten Son and throwing his body towards the floor with a vicious looking hurricarana. Zatch hung limply in the air and Judasbleek planted his legs firmly in the ground and using his extra 100lbs bodyweight to stop the move from happening.


It is now Judasbleek’s turn to attack gripping Zatch around the waist with the legs still around his neck Judasbleek lifted him up for a huge power bomb. As he went up into the air the much more agile man managed to spin out of the power bomb midair and showing great dexterity nails Judasbleek again in the face with a drop kick. The leg extension into the face of the Forgotten Son pushed Zatch across the ring. Zatch quickly popped back up towards his feet as Judas staggered towards Z and they locked up.

Judasbleek’s strength advantage rears its head, as he is able to power Ninja Z towards the ropes pushing him against them with full force before Tal Nedrick was force to step in to ask for the break. Judas released his grip and took a step back with his hands raised and an evil look in his eyes. Zatch pushed him-self from the ropes but wanted to try his luck a second time as he lunged at Judas repeatedly. Tying up only to be pushed to the ropes. This time Tal Nedrick does not even have to step in before Judas took a step back releasing Zatch Rollins.


Again, Judas finds himself being lunged at by Zatch Rollins but this time Ninja Z has a little more wits about him as she managed to shoot behind Judas and try to squeeze with all his might. Zatch Rollins however was not able to do much as with a firm grip on both of his wrists, Judas pulled Zatch arms from the squeeze and then with a hold on one wrist he flipped him over his shoulder and down to the canvas leaving Zatch Rollins to scurry back up to his feet.

This time Zatch is not quick to lunge back at his bigger opponent as the cobwebs in his head was clearly turning, he dashed forward before ducking under the impact of a swinging lariat and charged for the ropes. He bounced and storms back before taking to the air with a flying forearm that shortly floored Judas. Ninja Z is straight back to his feet as he ran at the ropes a second time as Judas got to his feet just in time to receive a second forearm smash before Zatch went for a cover.

ONE ...

NOT EVEN A TWO!!!

Before the two, Zatch finds himself being pushed off the cover and both men got to their feet at pretty much the exact same time but with Ninja Z facing away from Judas he quickly found himself being grabbed from behind. Ninja Z struggled for a moment to get free before being lifted up into the air but at the last moment, he managed to shift his weight and rolled through rolling up Judas for the pin.


ONE ...

TW ... STILL NOT CLOSE!

Again, both men leaped to their feet in a standoff this time not going for the attack but both slamming on the breaks in a sign of respect for each other. The two circled the ring for a moment as Zatch raised out his arms calling for a crowd reaction. They had let out an impressive pop before Judas chose to do the same but did not get as much of a reaction, which clearly got to Judas as he chose to go for Ninja Z.

He dropped to a knee, shot for the single leg but Ninja Z leaped free at the last moment, and backed himself into the corner of the ring. Now fighting his way out of the corner Ninja Z tried to throw a quick gut kick but Judas easily avoided the impact, and so finding himself trapped Zatch pulls into his bag of tricks by throwing a dummy kick before driving a open hand thrust into Judas’s throat.

With his opponent momentarily choking Zatch Rollins decided to climb up to the top rope looking to go high risk again in this match but before he could make a leap Judas turned back towards him and with ease tossed him over head and down into the canvas. Judas stood and waited as Ninja Z pushed himself up but as he turned towards Judas, he was lifted and then planted with a spine buster. Ninja Z  tried to roll to the ropes but Judas had got a grip on him as he moved and pulled him up to his feet, Judas propped Ninja Z up across the ropes before grinding his elbow into Zatch’s face before taking a step back leaving Ninja Z obviously annoyed.


With Judas letting him get back into the action, Zatch shot to the tie up again and then quickly tried to transition into a top wristlock.  As he tried to gain the advantage he needed to get the upper hand Judas simply stepped through and powered Ninja Z to the canvas, but Ninja Z rolled back and straight to his feet even though he stood for a moment in the corner to decide his next move. Judas just took a few steps around the ring before they tied up again and this time after getting himself, a wide base he shot to a headlock.

Judas seemed flustered however as he effortlessly hoisted Ninja Z from the mat and threw him forward dropping him chest first into the canvas. It seemed that Zatch is very single minded on trying to overpower Judas but it truly is to no avail as Zatch got to his feet and tried again to rush Judas only to get a knee to his gut for his trouble. Judas then scooped Zatch Rollins up into his arms and planted him in the middle of the ring with a scoop slam. He looked down at Zatch for a second and then laughed before leaping into the air and dropping an elbow.

CRASH!

At the last moment, Zatch rolled out of the way of the impact and getting straight to his feet and throwing a boot into Judas’s gut as he got up. Zatch quickly bounced off the rope and dropped Judas with a running DDT before he charges across the ring and leaped straight to the top rope before jumping for a quick flying Corkscrew as Judas slowly made his way back up. Ninja Z leaped on this chance for yet another cover.

ONE ... TWO ... THROWN FROM THE RING!

Zatch landed chest and face first out on the arena floor after Judas powered from the cover and threw him threw the ropes. He has a few seconds to compose himself though as Judasbleek rattled his head back into the game and then rolled out of meet his opponent. In the ring, Tal Nedrick seemed lax about making the count, as he knew many people would demand their money back for a double count out ending.

The Zatch Rollins pulled himself to his feet with the use of the barricade but as he did, with pinpoint accuracy, Judas drove an elbow into the small of his back. Zatch fell to a knee and Judas took a step back then shot forward a knee but only found the barricade as Ninja Z pushed himself from harm’s way at the last moment.


With his leg now rammed through the steel railings Judas was left to try and fight his way free for a moment giving Ninja Z  chance to pull out a ridiculous move as he ran a full lap of the ring before leaping onto the barricade and running a few steps before plugging a knee right through Judasbleek’s head, both men laid out at ringside for a moment.

Zatch Rollins rolled to his back, grabbed a handful of the ring apron, and started to pull himself up to his feet. Judas took a while but started to stir, he watched on as Zatch Rollins pulled himself into the ring and to his feet then got to his feet himself but had to fall back leaning on the barricade for support.

Ninja Z sees this as another chance and to hit the ropes then sled to his knees looking for a baseball slide but with a sure show of strength Judas not only caught  Ninja Z  but swung him like a baseball bat splatting him into the unforgiving steel of the barricade.

ONE ... TWO ... THR ... JUST OUT IN TIME!!!!

Luckily, the time from impact to cover gave Ninja Z just enough time to get free from the cover but he still found himself on the back foot as he was again dragged from the canvas and this time shoved straight into the corner of the ring. Judas drilled him with a couple of elbows and a few rights and lefts before tossing him across the ring and then following him in only to find a chest full of turnbuckles as Z again rolled free from the impact.

With Judas still in the corner, facing out to the crowd Zatch capitalizes by leaping onto the second rope and catapulting himself into a dropkick right to the small of Judas’s back. Zatch Rollins flipped Judas, grinded, and elbowed him for a few seconds leaving him a little disoriented before going a quick lap of the ring before charging into a head dive into Judas’s mid-section. Ninja Z  had let Judas fall to his bottom then took a couple of steps before hitting him with a face wash, Ninja Z  grinned as he dragged Judas from the corner and rolled of atop him hooking the leg for the cover.

ONE ...


TWO…

There was a look of shock that showed across Zatch’s face as Judas powered free so quickly but he is quick to try and keep on the attack as he decided to drive his forearm across the mush of Judas and grinded away for a few moments before Judas simply threw a full power elbow smash that rattled Zatch’s head. Zatch fell back onto his own ass leaving both men to pull themselves back to their feet and somehow back to square one, as they both look across the ring at each other ready to make the next move. The two slipped into another collar and elbow tie up, this one not as crisp and not as tight but effective never the less. Zatch Rollins managed to get a headlock but for what seemed like less than a second before Judas shot him across the ring and then just damn near ran through him with a shoulder barge.


Ninja Z was straight back up however only to be knocked back down. He refuses to give up though and jumped back up once more but this time avoided the impact of the shoulder barge and drops Judas with a simple drop toehold. Clearly Judas is done playing around with Ninja Z however as Zatch tried to snap an elbow and only found canvas. The Forgotten son rolled to his feet quick as a hocked up and grabbed hold of Zatch Rollins  drilled him with three swift knees to the gut before throwing him into the corner of the ring and unloading with rights and lefts. With Zatch, clearly rocked Judas shot him full force into the opposing corner of the ring and then as Ninja Z bounced, back he is flatten by a bicycle kick.


Ninja Z slowly dragged himself to a semi-vertical base in the corner of the ring but Judas refused to let up following him in and hitting more boots and elbows. Judasbleek was really wearing down Zatch Rollins before grabbing a handful of head. While pulling him out into the ring to deliver a haymaker right hand that sent Ninja Z in a full 360 spin before he falls into the ropes.

Tal Nedrick finally stepped in to acknowledge the use of the closed fist, which gave Ninja Z just enough of a breather to start chipping away on Judas as he turned back. Zatch had hit two snap kicks to Judas’s leg but with a haymaker right to the temple he soon found himself in a heap in the corner. Judas snapped a boot to the ribcage then drove the sole of his boot across his throat forcing Tal Nedrick to actually count.

One…Two…Three…Four…Mah ha ha ha ha…Five!.

Ding  Ding

Tal Nedrick called for the end of the match as the bell rung; Judas flipped out on the official. Brent Williams declared the winner via DQ Zatch Rollins. Judasbleek then turned his attentions back towards Zatch who was recovering from the blatant choke.

 

Judasbleek charged in at Z and begun to pound him to the ground as Tal Nedrick pleaded with The Forgotten Son to stop his assault but he ignored him as Judas dropped to the canvas, he continued his attack by choking Ninja Z with his bare hands. The timekeeper had toll the bell repeatedly as Tal  was franticly trying to regain order. With a display of remarkable power, Judas lifted Zatch up off the mat and with his grasp; still firmly wrap around Z’s neck begun to taunt him.

“You really thought you was going to get off that easy you maggot. Let me show you what happens to wrestlers that think they can out wrestle me.” 

In addition, with that last remark with a fluid motion Judasbleek quickly side stepped over to the ropes and tossed Zatch Rollins out the ring over the ropes, therefore sending Ninja Z crashing back first into the announcers table. Tal Nedrick tried to keep Judas in the ring as he can see that Judas has bad intentions for Zatch Rollins. Judasbleek shrugged off Nedrick’s attempts to stop him from exiting the ring, as does a teen with the advice of using birth control as Judas continued to do, as he wanted. Judasbleek dropped from the ring apron and slowly stalked his prey as Zatch squirmed on in agony. The nBW fans were in a uproar as they display their disgust of The Forgotten Son. Judas slowly picked the fallen ninja off ground and savagely planted Zatch to the protective padding with a SPINE BUSTER.

Judasbleek pounded his chest like a coked up cave man as he locked in the ENSLAVER. The Forgotten Son digged his knee deep into the back of his foe as he was screaming in pure agony.

“I promise I wont break him.”

As Judas jokingly stated as he taunted the fans.  Tal Nedrick signaled for assistance from more officials. The officials finally reached Judasbleek. The group of officials’ had team together to pull the wild animal off Zatch. However, all their efforts are for noting as Judas released his grip on Zatch to swat them away. Judas grew bored of the ongoing situation as he made his way towards Brent Williams. Brent looked up towards Judas as if he had seen the grim reaper himself.

Judasbleek demanded the microphone and Brent quickly tossed it to the raging beast. Judasbleek mocked the fans as he proceeded alongside the ring towards the stage ramp. Judasbleek turned as he back paddled his way up the stage ramp as the officials tended to Zatch Rollins. He begun to address a pain in his ass as he placed the microphone to his mouth and speaks.

 “Rules cannot keep me from doing what I want. Ravage how did you like that EPD last week? Huh! This is only going to get worst for you. If you think, it is over then you are in for a rude awaking like this weakling here had to experience … I going to hurt you old man and no one is going to like how I deal with you. There is a dark side in me; that just simmers beneath the surface. You all seen it before, I have long since trained myself to keep it suppressed in-tell now. Please believe me when I tell you that you do not want that side of me to bubble back to the surface.”

“Because I will end you, I will tear you apart. I will make sure you never wrestle… never walk again. Some men, when they lock on a submission, they will pull it to the brink of the other man’s threshold. They will be satisfied pulling on it just long enough to get a submission win. Within me lies the other man. The other mentality, the kind of mentality that says as soon as you get a hold on, you break something.”

“You tear it loose. You make that other person wish he would never conflicted with you. That psyche lives within me Ravage. Bad things happen to stupid people, wouldn’t you agree? In addition, maybe, maybe I was not quite clear up until this point. If you push me, I will push back. Nevertheless, I do not just answer back, I will take it up a notch. Stupidly Taito Ryuko the real One Eye interfered in your demise Ravage.”

“Taito Ryuko you foolish prick you ever touch me again I will destroy you. Moreover, with this fist…I will cave in your damn skull. Am coming for you old man and I will plow through anything or anyone to get to you. I will put that moniker of you being the savage of the ring to the test. It is time you met the animal I have become.”

Judasbleek’s music kicked in as he dropped the microphone onto the steel stage, continuing to make his way through the double sliding doors pausing for a sec as the camera zooms in to show his The Forgotten Son tattoo on his upper back. 

The scene transitioned back to the officials assisting Zatch to his feet as the nBW faded to commercial break.

 

Matchmaker

The cameras returned to the backstage area following the break where Trent McKnight was standing by.

“Folks I’m joined here by the walking Colossus to ask him the questions you all have waited on, so without further delay-Spike, we all want to know what is it that Tremoid and Spade have on you?”

The camera zoomed out to show the huge physique of Spike Saunders standing to the side of McKnight.

“Hey Trent, good to see you. I rather not get into it. Whatever it may be know that I live, breathe and bleed for this company and industry. So regardless what goes down, do not forget that. As for this Secret. I had a few ideas but they made it rather clear with the documents last week. Still I fail to see a reason to include any of my friends or you and the fans into it. It’s my problem to deal with and not weigh you all down.”

“Oh shut it Spike-“ Lexia stepped into the frame and smacked him across the face. “Just tell the man. Hell tell us.”

“I would. Really. But as I said it is my burden. Sorry guys. Just forget about it.” He turned back to Trent while Lexia shrugged her shoulders. “I will tell you this. Tremoid is not the first to say he has something on me from the past. He is not the first to pass that information off to his allies. Spade and Fenton are not the first to try and horde the information as a threat to me. Do I look like I’m fresh to this sport? No, my history doubles those three combined quite possibly. They are just dodging me ever since Shicksal.”

“There are those that believe the win was falsified thanks to the outside assistance but Mr. Woods has made it rather clear that you were the first to bleed.” Stated McKnight.

“Heh. We all saw the footage. We all saw the spray and the rag come to play. But that is the past and done in the record books as a win for Spade. I will tell you this though. If he stops dodging my requests the fans will get what they want and that is this Colossal hand driving down into his temple with the echoing bang of a rifle going off. That I guarantee you. Maybe just maybe this will happen in a Roof Top Street Fight.” He chuckled at the cheers from the fans. “But we all know what happened last time I was in that fight. Owyns is still in a comatose state after all.”

“We did indeed. In fact Boyle is still trying to restore those burned bridges after what happened to the Sprint Center. I highly doubt he would let you do that again!”

“Probably not, hah. Regardless in a few minutes I am going out there to call the Mid-South Monster out to the ring to finish what we started. No more dodging. No more being afraid of-“

BAM~!

From off camera four hundred pounds of flesh and muscle speared into Saunders and out of frame courtesy of the Trample. The camera re-oriented to see Warren Spade standing over Spike as he repeatively stomped down on his chest, ribs, arms and face all the while standing his other foot on the left hand of Saunders.

“THAT CAN BE ARRANGED, SAUNDERS!” Spade screamed. 

“STOPPPPPP IIIIIITTT!” screamed the voice of Lexia as she leapt on the back of Spade and wrapped her arms around his neck in order to try and distract him or at least get his strength to waiver. Unfortunately this only served as a reason for Spade to reach back and grab her hair before tugging her forward over his head to stand before him. His hands clutched around her throat and she went up in the air for the Stampede Bomb.

“You've gotten in my business for the last time!” He screamed as he prepared to do the unthinkable...

“HOLD IT!” His attention shifted as he saw Thaddeus Boyle surrounded with security and officials. “Spade, enough of this.” Security rushed forward and pulled Spade away while freeing Lexia whom dropped to her knees next to the Colossus.


I am sick and tired of this. You and Saunders will settle this, no more bullshit attacking one another or their friends and allies. Tonight you and Tremoid will be facing Lexia here and her partner Jupiter...”

Spade glanced over at Lexia tending to the fallen Saunders, who smirked.  Thaddeus Boyle, however, was not done.

“But next week I am giving you both a chance to face each other in a Six Man tag match with Jupiter and Lexia teaming with Spike Saunders, while Tremoid and your cancerous mouthpiece Fenton Woods team with you.”

Spade shook his head and objected to having the match.

“There won't BE a match next week.  Not after what Tremoid and I do to Lexia and Jupiter...”

“Object all you want. I am telling you both this here and now. At Legacy it will be Spike Saunders Versus Warren Spade in a special Stipulation match of choice. That choice will be up to the winner of next week’s Six-Man tag match.”

The crowd?  Oh, yeah, they liked that announcement.  Spade didn't.  He watched as security started to form a wall in the area while Spike started to rise, biting down on his teeth, but glancing at Spade with a small smile across his face. “And Warren, make this clear to your manager, if you chose not to participate in tonight’s match, next week’s or at Legacy – Forget about being Suspended. You’ll be FIRED. Now get out of here and go get ready for your tag match.”

He glared at both Thaddeus and Spike, then scoffed underneath his boot.

"You've just signed Saunders' death warrant. Him and all his little buddies."

Spade was irate as he stepped from the massive wall of security and gave a howling kick into the wall before stomping off in anger towards his locker room. Meanwhile Lexia was checking with the EMT’s on the status of Spike as they checked his eyes and breathing all the while he assured them he was fine. The scene faded out slowly as Boyle started walking back towards his office.

It was now official. 'The Mid-South Monster' Warren Spade Versus 'The Colossus' Spike Saunders is on the marquee for Legacy!

 

Xiang and Yulan Versus The Supersquad

“The following tag contest is scheduled for one fall!”  came the voice of Brent Williams as the fans started to cheer and the cameras returned to the ringside area.

“Holding Out For A Hero” by Bonnie Tyler.

And the music gave way to two people who hadn't been around for a little while, but were ready to make a splash in the tag team division.

“First, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 355 pounds, they are the team of El Avestruz and Emo Kevin... they are THE SUPERSQUAD!”

The masked wrestler called El Avestruz was... well, a skinny white due in a luchador mask, but was the student of Proteus, one half of the legendary nbW Tag Team D-T.  And his tag team partner may have been from Craig's list... but whatever the case may be, as the team climbed into the ring they were ready for action and had the support of the crowd behind them.

“Ride The Lightning” by Metallica.

The lights dimmed and flickered all across the arena until sounds of thunder and lightning blasted over the PA. And once the chorus kicked in, the crowed started to boo the terrible trio making their way to the ring.  Zed led the charge and right behind him, his new subordinates were making their way out as well, dressed for combat.

“And their opponents... on their way to the ring at a combined weight of 451 pounds, representing the XYZ Affair... XIANG AND YULAN!”

Xiang, clad in silver, and Yulan, clad in blue, both jumped over the ropes and prepared themselves for action as Zed watched on from the outside.  Just before this match, Xiang and Yulan had told them that they wre going to be taking apart members of the roster one at a time and since they'd aligned themselves with Zed, they had done just that.  Mat Haddon and Simon Starks had both fallen to Zed and now it was their time to try and shine.

DING DING DING!

The match was going to start off with Xiang, the former 4CW World Champion, taking on Emo Kevin, who just kind of stood there with his not-cool-since-2006 haircut and just kind of waited for action.  Xiang quickly went on the offensive by kicking him hard in the stomach to double him over, then elbowed him in the face several times.

“Show him no mercy! Hurt that little scrub!” Zed yelled from the outside.

Xiang continued going on the assault early and tossed Kevin into the corner. He held his arm out and CHOPPED him hard across the chest before kicking him in the gut.  The sequence of punches and chops were taking their toll on the Emo One rather quickly and continued to wail on him before taking hold by the head.  He rolled him over with a Snapmare, but Emo Kevin actually showed some skills by landing on his feet.

Xiang tried to swing at him with a  wild kick, but Kevin ducked before he rolled through into a quick Crucifix pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And that got him nowhere as kicked out.  He rolled over and Xiang made him pay for it with a knee to the gut that doubled him over.  He dragged EK over to the corner and tagged in Yulan, who was making his in-ring debut as well. 

Xiang grabbed Kevin by the back of the head and whipped him into a HARD Leaping Knee Strike by the taller Yulan that sent him crashing to the canvas.  The young 24-year-old was incredibly aggressive right from the get-go and picked Kevin up by the head before he locked him in a Cravate.  He looked out to the crowd and brought up a trifecta of knees to the head before DRIVING him down to the canvas with a Swinging Neckbreaker!  He went for the first cover of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

THR... NO!

Kevin got the shoulder up, but the Supersquad member was in a very bad way.  Yulan snatched him up by the hair and punched him in the face several times before shoving him off to the ropes. He came bouncing back and Yulan planned to take his head off with a Big Boot, but he ducked and kept on running. On the way back, he turned around and caught him with a Spinning Headscissors that launched him across the ring!

The crowd popped as the Supersquad member got back to his feet.  He tried to snap on a Front Facelock across the head of Yulan and tried for a DDT, but the bigger man punched him in the gut and caught him with another knee to the head. He grabbed Kevin and tagged him on over to Xiang before the two men launched him across the ring.  Emo Kevin tried to use some fancy footwork and springboarded off the ropes to try for a Cross Body, but both Xiang and Yulan caught him before LAUNCHING him all the way across the ring with a Tandem Fallaway Slam!

Xiang walked over while El Avestruz watched his tag team partner get pummeled in the corner by a series of kicks to the head.  Zed looked very proud of his boys as they continued to straight-up dominate their opposition.  Xiang picked him up and DROVE him back into the center of the ring with a Bridging German Suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE... SAVED BY AVESTRUZ!

El Avestruz came into the ring and saved his partner, who had barely been able to get out of the box as far as offense goes.  Xiang held his gut in pain as he picked up Kevin by the head while Avestruz was herded back to his corner by the referee.

He tagged in Yulan and the young gun of the XYZ Affair headed up top, planning to put a hurting on Kevin.  He stood on the top rope and patted his elbow, ready to strike. He flew off with a picture-perfect Elbow Drop...

MISSED!

Kevin just BARELY made it out of the way and Yulan hit nothing but the canvas! The fans cheered for the total underdogs as Yulan held his arm in pain, not able to get himself back up.  El Avestruz was all fired up and ready for the tag from his corner while Yulan limped over and tagged in Xiang.  Meanwhile, Kevin was almost over to his corner...

TAGGED TO EL AVESTRUZ!

Avestruz sprang upward and kicked the oncoming Xiang in the head before he climbed up to the top rope and came crashing down across the former 4CW Champion with a High Cross Body!

Avestruz rolled back to his feet and waited for Xiang to get back to his feet and when he did, he made him pay for it with a Dropkick to the face!  He was knocked down for a very brief second and when he came back to his feet again, he got kicked under the chin with a second Dropkick!  He waited for him to get back up and when he did, he ran underneath Xiang attempting a Clothesline.  He came back and grabbed him by the back of the head, driving his face into the mat with a Running Bulldog!

ONE!

TWO!

THR... NO!

Xiang kicked out right at two-and-a-half while Avestruz had him on the ropes now.  He sprang back to his feet, but saw Yulan trying to come to his cohort's aid.  He ducked underneath while Emo Kevin pulled down the ropes and sent Yulan diving to the floor!

Zed was beside himself on the outside while Xiang creeped up behind Avestruz and went for a Schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

THR... KICK OUT!

El Avestruz saved himself from certain defeat and caught him with a Fameasser, dropping him to the mat!  He sprang into action and started to head to the top rope.  Emo Kevin was nearly ready to finish the match, but felt Yulan pull away at his leg before SPIKING him into the arena floor with a sick DDT!

Meanwhile, Avestruz was back in the ring and was waiting to finish the match. He jumped off the top rope and went looking for his signature Shooting Star Press...

MISSED!

Xiang was able to get out of harm's way at the last second and El Avestruz flattened to the ground.  Xiang was back up to his feet and grabbed El Avestruz before DRIVING him into the canvas with a  Saito Suplex.  He climbed over to the turnbuckle and looked out to the crowd..

DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!

The stomp crushed El Avestruz underfoot and Xiang hit the mat.  He crawled over and hooked both legs of Avestruz.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

“Here are your winners... XIANG AND YULAN!”

Xiang and Yulan had their arms raised by Zed, who joined the trio in the ring.  Emo Kevin had been reduced to a  wreck on the outside while El Avestruz was clutching his ribs in pain.  The trio called the XYZ Affair simply left the ring and headed to the back, looking proudly at their handiwork. 

 

Darwin's Law

We came back to Judasbleek sitting alone on a folding chair in a poorly lit room. The room was surrounded by a chain link fence. Judasbleek got up from the chair and walked to the fence. He grabbed ahold of it in a sinister way.

“So this is what it comes to RaVage…’


Judasbleek turned away from the fence and then turned back to the camera.


“The two of us RaVage, inside of a ring, like nothing more than animals. Nevertheless, when you look at it RaVage that really is what we are. When it really comes down to it, we are both animals. Animals do not think about their actions. Rather, they act on instinct. Animals do not question whether what they are doing is the right thing to do. They do not question the morality of their actions no they just act.”

“That is what we do RaVage, the both of us. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to watch your back. Two weeks ago, your instincts told you to fight back with everything you had. Morals did not come into play. No ethics were involved. You simply did what you felt you needed to do much like last week when I destroyed Naoki Kido. I did not consider anything but my own benefit in that match, and there is nothing more animalistic than that.”


“RaVage, I can admit, I respect that animal that you use to be; I respect the monster within you. Two weeks ago when I attack you from behind, you have no idea the respect I felt for you. Every blow you delivered and every blow you withstood made me respect you more and more RaVage. Therefore, this is not a matter of disrespect. No, I fully respect what you are capable of.”


Judasbleek’s eyes were fill with evil as he glided his hand across the cold steel of the chain link fence.


“You see RaVage; I know that I am in your head. I know that night after night you wake up to your own blood curling screams as cold, panicked sweat drips down your brow because once again, you’ve dreamt of me. Once again, you have had to relive my wrath and no matter what you do, you cannot escape. I know that you think standing against your demon will halt the nightmares, but it will not. Stepping into a ring with me will not cease the nightmares RaVage; it will only serve to amplify them.”

“An animal is at its most dangerous when it is at its most vulnerable. Place inside a ring with a five foot behemoth, I think I am pretty damn vulnerable. What that means RaVage is that I am not at all responsible for my actions. What I do inside that ring is not on my shoulders. I promise you RaVage, you will feel the wrath of a vulnerable animal.”

Judasbleek chuckled to himself as he poked fun at RaVage’s height.


“There is nothing worse than a wounded animal RaVage. So as you desperately try to shake me from your nightmares, know that you are only making things worse for yourself. A wounded animal is a desperate animal, and RaVage, just think of the kind of sick things I could be capable of if I become desperate. I will do anything to come out on top, even if it means putting an end to your incredible career.”

“RaVage, you are damaged goods. Physically, you are fine. It is mentally where the most damage is done. Your ego is severely impaired. When I gained a victory over you two weeks ago, the mystique of RaVage vanished. You were revealed to be not supernatural, but mortal. Skin and bones RaVage, which is all you are, just like the rest of us. The unbeatable aura that use to radiate from you is gone.”

“I took it from you RaVage, and I will never give it back. I have hijacked your legacy RaVage. It belongs to me. I will own not just your legacy, but also your soul. After I spill your blood and beat you down to the point that you cannot stop me. The world will see once and for all that RaVage is good, but Judasbleek is great. You made a feeble attempt to try to regain your prestige last week by taking on Taito Ryuko, but you know as well as I do that One Eye is not in my league.”

“You had your time at the top RaVage, now it is mine. You have been on a pedestal here in the nBW since day one which ends tonight. I am going to knock you right off that pedestal RaVage, and it is a very, very long way down. I said I respect what you use to be, and that was not a lie. I absolutely respect that forgotten savage but no matter how much respect I have for you, I am still just a low down, no good animal, and I will not hesitate to take you behind the shed and end you like the dog that you are.”


Judasbleek glared into the camera with intense, evil eyes. He once again ran his hand across the steel fencing and at the thought of the damage, he could cause inside a ring with RaVage.


“So RaVage, do all you can to prepare for your tag team match because it will no doubt be a war. I would even hazard to say that when the final bell rings neither of us will ever be the same again. When the final bell tows, I will be the one standing tall, and that unfortunately makes you the victim RaVage. I will take ownership of your legacy, I will remain in your nightmares. I will finally stand front and center by myself as the top star in this company. There is nothing you can do about it RaVage, it is my time now. We are animals RaVage, the both of us and the animal kingdom goes by Darwin’s Law. In this world RaVage it is survival of the fittest and RaVage, I am a survivor.”

The scene faded to black.

 

Adam Faulkner and RaVage Versus Myth and Legend
Blitzkrieg Rules

The last three weeks had been better for “The Innovator of Impact” Adam Faulkner, to say the least.  After just coming up short against his former tag team partner, Vic Gravender, for the Infamy Title he had been attacked by masked assailants who would later be revealed as the tag team of Myth and Legend.

Mane Miaate and Mark Mercury singled out Adam Faulkner as one of the new people who had been coming into No Brand Wrestling to make waves.  They felt ousted and felt like they were being replaced by waves of new stars that had come into nbW and so the attacks had continued after Adam Faulkner's victory over newcomer, GAZI.

Faulkner took on Mane Miaate in a singles match that saw the tag team cheat in order for Miaate to get the victory.  That night, Adam Faulkner had a guardian angel in former two-time nbW World Champion, RaVage.  And with these four men embroiled in battle, they decided to raise the stakes and make this match Blitzkrieg rules, which meant falls count anywhere, no disqualification.  Brent Williams was in the ring as the China portion of nbW's world tour continued.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest will be contested under Blitzkrieg Rules!  No disqualfication, falls count anywhere, one fall to a finish!”

“Paradise City” by Guns N Roses.

And the second that the music hit, the crowd were all over the first two men coming out to the ring.  Parting the curtains, the terrors that were Mane Miaate and Mark Mercury were dressed in jeans and a pair of Myth and Legend t-shirts they had custom made.  They high-fived one another before heading on down to the ring.

“First making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 420 pounds... they are the team of Mane Miaate and Mark Mercury... MYTH AND LEGEND!”

Both men reached underneath the ring and started throwing out all kinds of clutter around the ringside area that they could.  A couple trash cans, some kendo sticks, a toolbox, and even the odd street sign.  Myth and Legend were playing for keeps and if they could defeat a team composed of the up-and-comer along with a former world champion, their message would be read loud and clear by the rest of the roster.  They came into the ring and prepared for a brawl.

“Beat Down” by Downstait.

And the second the music hit, the fans showed some love for the man called The Innovator of Impact!  Coming out to the ring with an nbW t-shirt, black jeans, combat boots and a serious mean-mugging for both Miaate and Mercury, he meant business.

“And their opponents, first from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 241 pounds... THE INNOVATOR OF IMPACT... ADAM FAULKNER!”

Faulkner waited for his tag team partner.

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory.

And the crowd exploded even more!  The Human Steam Engine himself made his way out. Standing at 5'10” and 230 pounds, he may have been on the shorter end of the wrestling spectrum, but ask him what he thought of his size and he'd tell you to blow it out your ass. With at least two World title and two nbW blitzkrieg title reigns, Ravage was more than equipped to handle this terrain.

“And his partner, from South Dakota, weighing in at 230 pounds... he is the former two-time nbW Champion, ”THE HUMAN STEAM ENGINE” RAVAGE!”

Faulkner and Ravage were both dressed in identical nbW t-shirts, but didn't have time to really exchange any fashion tips right now.  They were both on the fucking warpath and headed right into the ring, Ravage and Faulkner made a beeline right for Miaate and Mercury, respectively!

DING DING DING!

Ravage paired off with Mercury in the ring while Adam Faulkne tackle Miaate to the ground and chased him right from the ring!  Ravage exchanged fists with Mark Mercury in the middle of the ring and the two continued to pummel one another with Ravage blasting him with a series of hard elbows to the head.

Meanwhile, Miaate was trying to get the fuck away from an angry and pissed-off Adam Faulkner, who chased him all along the ringside area.  He finally caught up with Miaate and grabbed him by the head before smashing his face into the guardrail.  He elbowed him in the face before going for an Irish whip...

SMASH!

Miaate exploded right into the guardrail and sent it bouncing back several inches while Adam Faulkner stood on his feet, slapping hands with a couple of Chinese fans in the front row.

Back inside the ring now, Mercury was unable to defend himself for too long against Ravage as he continued to punch him in the face with several elbows to the head.  Both members of Myth and Legend were having the fight taken to them near the ringside area now as the fight between Ravage and Mercury also spilled to the floor. 

Mercury went low and kicked away at Ravage's knee before trying to slam his head into the ring apron, but Ravage blocked it and introduced his own head right into the side of the barricade nearby.  Adam Faulkner tossed Miaate up and over the barricade, shooting him right into the rabid crowd and gave chase to him up and down the arena floor.

Ravage took a chair and folded it up as he prepared to swing, but Mercury moved and Ravage hit nothing but turnbuckle, making him drop the chair in the process.  Mercury kicked him in the knee again and started to rip the shirt right off Ravage's back before throwing some knees upwards, hockey fight-style. 

“You pricks aren't keeping us down anymore, you hear me?” Mercury screamed in Ravage's face.

But Ravage made him pay for it by kicking him in stomach and punching him in the head several times.  He continued to elbow Mark Mercury in the face a few more times until he was finally able to get himself out of harm's way. 

Miaate was still getting beat by Faulkner like he owed him money,  Faulkner ripped the shirt off of Mane and choked him with it until he turned blue in the face.  He continued to wrap the shirt around his head before SNAPPING him over with a big Biel Throw on the floor!  The impact was pretty nasty on the floor and Miaate was in a very bad way, but the fans were cheering for the slugfest spilling out all around near ringside. 

While Ravage and Mercury continued to duke it out on one side of the ring, Adam Faulkner climbed onto the apron and raised a thumb in the air as the crowd cheered him on.  He waited for Miaate to get back to his feet and remained poised.  Ravage tossed Mark Mercury across the way so both men were lined up for Adam Faulkner to work his magic...

APRON SOMERSAULT DIVE!

Faulkner came diving off the ring apron with a big somersault and ran right through both members of Myth and Legend.  He raised back to his feet again and had a big grin on his face, seemingly having a good time now.  Miaate and Mercury?  Not so much.

Adam got back to his feet and pulled Mane Miaate up by the hair before smacking him across the face with a Discus Palm Thrust.  Meanwhile, Ravage continued to wallop Mercury and elbowed him in the face before rolling him back inside the ring.  He threw the ring skirt aside and went digging for some more weapons as he pulled out a trash can with a few more kendo sticks. 

Inside the ring, The Human Steam Engine rolled underneath the ropes and came armed with a pair of trash can lids.  Mercury had a kendo stick in hand and came swinging, but Ravage ducked underneath.  He turned around and SMACKED Mark upside the head with one of the can lids, then used the lid in the other and smacked him twice for good measure.  Mercury was wobbly and stood up on spaghetti legs when Ravage bounced off the ropes and smacked him upside the head one more time.

On the outside, Faulkner and Miaate were both fighting on the ring apron and trying to get the advantage over one another.  Adam swung a fist, but Miaate went low and kicked him where guys were not meant to be kicked, but are in pro wrestling anyway.  Faulkner was doubled over when Miaate grabbed him by the head...

DDT ON THE RING APRON!

He planted Adam Faulkner face-first into the ring apron with the DDT and Faulkner crumbled, falling over to the floor while Miaate took a breather from the tremendous beatings that he'd taken so far.

Ravage smashed one of the trash cans right into the head of Mercury and cracked him good in the back of the head, making him slump over... landing face-first on a trash can lid!  Mercury cradled his jaw in pain while Ravage raised his fists in the air and got a big pop from the crowd.  Miaate tried to come to his tag team partner's aid, but Ravage saw him coming and made him pay with a kendo stick shot aimed right between the eyes!

With Miaate out of the picture, Ravage turned his attention back to Mercury and dropped a trash can across his body before climbing out to the ring apron and headed up top. He positioned himself carefully and was ready to jump...

THE CANNONBAL-- NO!

Mercury moved at the last second and Ravage hit nothing but canvas!  Mark Mercury was back on his feet and pulled Ravage up before driving him down into the canvas with a Snap DDT.  Wasting no time, Mercury went for a lateral press.

ONE!

TWO!

THR.. NO!

Ravage wasn't a multiple-time champion for nothing. He tossed the shoulder off the mat and Mercury got a little bit angrier.  He grabbed a nearby kendo stick blasted him across the back of the head several times, then finally connected with one big nasty shot to the top of the skull.

He saw Adam Faulkner get back to his feet and tried swinging, but Adam ducked and kept running off the ropes.  When he came back, he floored him with a Running Flying Headbutt to the face.  The cane was knocked from his hand and Faulkner continued to keep on rolling. He connected with an Inverted Atomic Drop to Mercury before running off the ropes and came back with a Big Boot that nearly kicked his face off! Mercury was down and possibly out as he went for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR... KICK OUT!

Mercury got the shoulder up.  Miaate came back into the ring to try and rescue his tag team partner by hitting a forearm smash from behind on Faulkner.  He turned Faulkner around and doubled him over with a kick before trying to whip him into the corner, but Faulkner reversed and launched Miaate across the ring.  He crashed into the ropes, which gave Faulkner time to gab a trash can lid.  He got some speed and was intent on smashing his face in, but Miaate got a foot up and kicked the chair into his face. 

Miaate and Mercury had the opening now and both men double-teamed Adam Faulkner by picking him up and DROPPING him right into the trash can!  It bent and broke as Faulkner's body collided with it and now Myth and Legend were in control.

Ravage tried to come to his tag team partner's aid crawling underneath the ropes, but Miaate caught him and springboarded off the nearby ropes, dropping a leg into the back of his head!  Meanwhile, Mercury turned around and hooked the leg of Faulkner, trying to finish the match.

ONE!

TWO!

THR... NO!

Faulkner got the shoulder up, which made Mercury even more angry. He held up three fingers to the referee, but he held up two and told him the match was still going on.  Mercury punched away at Faulkner with a lot of venom behind his blows as he continued to blast him upside the head.

He picked up Faulkner by his hair and elbowed him in the back of the head.  He blasted him with a couple of knees to the stomach before Miaate got involved and turned him around before DRIVING him right down into the mat with a Neckbreaker!

Ravage tried once again to get back into the ring, but was met with a Baseball Slide Dropkick by Mercury that sent him rocketing back into the guardrail. Mercury came back and high fived Mane Miaate as he picked Adam Faulker back up again.  The Innovator of Impact was in trouble as Mercury scooped him up and dropped him down with a Scoop Slam.  Miaate leaped to the second rope and came off with a Double Stomp aimed right at the chest!  He rolled back over and attempted another cover on Faulkner.

ONE!

TWO!

THR... KICK OUT!

Faulkner kicked out again and got the shoulder off the mat.  Now both members of Myth and Legend were getting pissed and both men took turns yelling at the referee for what they perceived to be a slow count.   

They turned their attention back to Faulkner again, who tried fighting back with some fists to the chest of Miaate.  Mane fought back and kneed him right in the face.  Mercury ran off the ropes and delivered a stiff kick to the side of the head.  Faulkner tried getting back up, but Mark ran off the ropes a second time and booted him in the temple. 

It was back to the attack again when Faulkner was pulled back to his feet by Miaate and Mercury.  Myth and Legend had him set up in a Double Suplex and tossed him up and over, landing him back-first onto a steel chair!  The chair was bent and broken now and Faulkner arched his back in pain, having taken the brunt of the punishment for the last several minutes.  The crowd were all over Miaate and Mercury, who gave the Chinese fans the bird. 

While Faulkner was stilld own, the two men nodded at one another and slid out of the ring to get something extra from underneath it.  Miaate and Mercury grabbed a table out and tossed it underneath the ropes.  Both men were back in the ring now and Mercury attacked Faulkner while Mane Miaate set up the table and propped it up in the middle of the ring. 

With the table in place now, they both picked up Faulkner and had bad intentions in mind, trying to set him up near the table, but they left themselves wide open for Ravage to make the comeback as he charged and rammed a headbutt right into the rib cage of Mercury.  He grabbed a stop sign and CRACKED Miaate upside the head with it, sending him crumbling his knees.

Faulkner was back on his feet as well and had cane in hand as he waited for Mercury to turn around.  He waved his cane in the air and SMACKED him right in the side of the head.  Mercury crumbled to his knees while Faulkner ran off the ropes...

GLOWING SORCERER!

He caught him in the side of the head with a Step-Up Enzuigiri and cracked Mercury good as he crumbled over and slumped away as he rolled out of the ring. Now Ravage and Faulkner had Miaate in the middle of the ring and both men had canes in hand as the fans were cheering them on.  Faulkner and Ravage swing around...

CON-CANE-TO!

Two canes, one on each side of the head connected and Miaate was dead on his feet. Faulkner picked him up and dropped him on the table as he gestured for Ravage to head to the top.  He nodded and held him in place as he positioned himself for the crowd as he waited...

CANNONBALL THROUGH THE TABLE!

Ravage came diving off the top rope and sent him crashing through the table!  Ravage rolled away from the wreckage after he got put through the table while Faulkner grabbed Miaate...

THE WINNER'S CIRCLE!

He dropped Miaate hard into the remains of the table and held him in place as the referee counted down.  Ravage was back up and sat by waiting for any sign of interference from Miaate.  He stopped him from blocking the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

“Here are your winners of the match... the team of RAVAGE AND “THE INNOVATOR OF IMPACT” ADAM FAULKNER!

 

This was a tremendous win for the team of Faulkner and Ravage, who both had their arms raised by the referee.  As Adam Faulkner and RaVage feed off the packed nBW crowd both grapplers stand tall on the turnbuckles unaware to what’s going on behind them.  Sneaking through the crowd and suddenly leaping over the barricade as Myth and Legend exits backstage, Judasbleek quickly steps past the referee with a steel chair in hand. The Innovator of Impact and The Human Steam Engine finds themself quite easy prey for The Forgotten Son. Judas strikes like a viper with a vicious chair shot to the back of Adams’s head sending him over the turnbuckle and onto the steel ring steps finally resting against the barricade. RaVage instantly being alerted by the echoing sound of steel turns to comfort the unexpected sound only to be introduced to the unforgiving steel himself.

Judasbleek begins first by driving boot after boot down upon RaVage, the former two-time nBW Blitzkrieg Champion is unable to fight back after such a strenuous match. The simple stomps prove not to satisfy the desires of The Forgotten Son, quickly letting up as he finds the stomping not a suitable punishment for RaVage's crimes. Reaching down and pulling RaVage back to his feet by his skull, scoops the savage of the ring up into the air with a military press. Keeping RaVage up in the air with relative ease, The Forgotten Son steps forward towards the ropes and tosses RaVage from the ring as he bounces off the barricade before he hits the floor on the far side of the ring away from he’s already unconscious teammate.

RaVage writhes on the floor in pain, Judasbleek slowly slides out of the ring and goes straight back after the former two-time Blitzkrieg Champion. The Forgotten Son reaches down and brings RaVage slowly back to his feet, The Forgotten Sons pulling RaVage in close before draping the arm over his shoulder. Looking around at the Jinan Olympic Sports Center crowd in attendance as they continue to show absolutely no favor; The Forgotten Son steps forward and locks his right leg around RaVage's right. Swaying forward slightly thrusts him-self back and drives the Savage of the ring down with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Judasbleek confidently picks RaVage off the ring floor and then suddenly slams him down on the barricade, crotch first! RaVage cries out in pain as the crowd gasps.

Judasbleek walks back towards the ring and lifts up the ring skirt to the delight of the more hardcore fans. He pulls out a steel chair and tosses it carelessly in RaVage's direction. The chair catches RaVage in the side of the head, and knocks him off the guardrail and into the crowd. Judasbleek does not even seem to notice as Judasbleek reaches back under the ring but pulls out a barb wired wrapped bat this time. He lifts it into the air as the crowd roars and then sets his eyes on RaVage. Judasbleek steps over the guardrail but as he does, RaVage cracks him over the head with the steel chair causing him to drop the bat. RaVage throws the chair down and quickly grabs Judasbleek by the head, He falls straight back with a stiff DDT on to the steel chair.

RaVage lifts Judasbleek up but Judasbleek shoves him off, both men begin wildly brawling as the crowd makes room. All hell has broken loose as Judasbleek hits RaVage with a huge right arm, putting him in a daze. Judasbleek retrieves the barbwire bat and raises it overhead to strike RaVage but RaVage grabs his arm. Both men begin struggling for control until Judasbleek knees RaVage in the gut. RaVage lets go and keels over as Judasbleek begins to rake the barbwire bat across RaVage's back. This is the stuff RaVage lives for right? RaVage drops to his knees as blood begins to appear on his back. Judasbleek then pulls RaVage by the hair and rakes the bat across his forehead now.

RaVage now becoming a bloody mess while Judasbleek finally relinquishes the assault as blood begins to pour from RaVage's head. He pulls him up off the ground and tosses RaVage back over the guardrail. He follows suit while RaVage crawls towards the ring but Judasbleek strikes him across his bloody back with the bat. RaVage writhes in pain, then Judasbleek pulls RaVage off the floor by his hair but RaVage quickly spins around and begins to battle back with a couple of stiff kicks to the thighs. He finishes the attack with a spinning elbow strike to the jaw. Judasbleek staggers back a bit when RaVage rushes right into a Eleventh Plunder.

Sadistically Judasbleek back paddles his way up the stage ramp as he stares at Adam Faulkner regaining his composer on the steel steps. Adam Faulkner is in shock to see his teammate sprawl across the ring floor in a bloody mess. Judas’s music kicks in as hurls insults toward the fallen savage of the ring. The commentary team of Melissa 'Tinsel' Vanderart and Charlie 'Blue Phantasm' Jones are in a frantic state at the unprovoked attack against the team of Adam Faulkner and RaVage as the scene fades to the back. 

 

Dreams & Nightmares

Trent McKnight was standing by when Keegan came into shot with hands on hips as the Chinese crowd clapped the appearance of the Englishman.  He pointed at the interviewer:  “First of all, I’m glad it’s you tonight.”

McKnight looked a little bit nervous but brushed that off after a countdown from five:  “Keegan, we’re moments away from seeing you face Son of Malta once again and the prize for the winner of our special two-out-of-three falls match will wrestle for the World and Keystone Championships against ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs in Australia…”

Special K held his hand up:  “Stop right there.  In the past, you amongst others have accused me of looking too far ahead and not concentrating on what’s up next, who’s next, haven’t you?”

“Well…”

“Say it,” the Briton barked.

“Yes, Keegan.”

The Newcastle native nodded:  “Thanks Trent.  That’s why you weren’t allowed to finish your sentence.  I know what’s at stake tonight but trust me, I’m not even thinking about that. You see, I backed up what I said about going through Willis then WAR.  No one gave me credit for that, but far from looking beyond them, I knew I was in tip-top shape to blow them both away and what did I do?   I brayed them.

“The one time, which no one accused me of, I got caught out was Son of Malta.  He deserved to beat me for The Fighting Zone trophy.  It’s not that I looked too far ahead, I just didn’t train enough and he wanted it more – so much more.  He was in great shape and not everyone makes me submit…”

Trent chipped in:  “No, he’s the only one…”

Special K snatched the microphone towards him:  “Thanks Trent.  I don’t need reminding.  Since that night, the perfect homecoming, the orgasmic return for the boy who did good, I’ve not had a proper sleep.  I have this recurring nightmare that Son of Malta made me submit and I realise in the morning, I’m not dreaming.  It actually happened.  Know how that makes me feel?”

McKnight sensibly shook his head:  “Shit, Trent.  It makes me feel like shit.  Then, I talked a good game going into Germany and he wins The Six!  I have to hand it to him.  He pushed Vince Jacobs to the limit as Berlin had to watch another Love Parade between Upper Echelon members in the main event.

“In Australia, I can’t let that happen.  But that’s looking too far into the future, isn’t it?  Well, let me tell you why my mind’s on Jinan, China and Son of Malta tonight.  I haven’t slept, I haven’t been able to rest, and I haven’t been able to switch off because I’ve got this horrible feeling inside, this emptiness, this desire to slap the snot and smugness out of Son of Malta once and for all.”

Keegan’s green eyes pierced through the camera lens:  “On this tour, I promised you I’d go eye-to-eye with Upper Echelon.  Son, it’s your turn tonight.  What motivates me is that I haven’t beaten you, not yet, and I’m consumed by revenge.  There, I admitted it.  Does that make me a bad person?  I don’t think so.  It makes me a competitor.  It makes me who I am and do you know who I am?  Know who I am, Trent?

“I’m Son of Malta’s WORST NIGHTMARE.  Three falls of hell, if he gets that far.  Oh, silly me.  I’m looking beyond him again.  Son, you beat me to win The Fighting Zone title in Malta and that bodes well for you tonight because this won’t be a wrestling match, I’ll assure you of that.  You and I together, we’re going into the trenches.  Like the name of your precious hero, we’re going to WAR!”

K shoved the microphone into Trent’s chest and left to prepare for his all-important clash with Son of Malta…

COMING NEXT.

 

Son of Malta Versus Keegan
Two out of Three Falls Match

At Golden Bay, this was the main event and what a day it was for Son of Malta.  Not only did the Islander come home, but he became the final fighter to lift The Fighting Zone trophy before the prestigious prize was retired.

He made Special K submit, something no man has really done in the last 18 years.  No one could’ve written a better script for Son’s homecoming.  It was one of those moments where you wonder if it can get any better for SOM.

Well, he almost did.  That proved to be the catalyst for squeaky-clean victories over Santiago Sabino and Alfie Button, both coming by the way of submission, before heading to Germany as part of The Six cast at Shicksal..  At the pay-per-view, Son outdid Keegan again and outlasted Derecho as well, sensationally becoming The One.

After getting the better of five proud and terrific competitors, SOM headed into the headline bout with SVJ, his mentor and fellow Upper Echelon member, with the German audience behind him.  Although he ultimately came up short, his heroics arguably overshadowed what he’d done to Keegan in his native land.  He’d beaten five people and was close to usurping the game’s greatest in-ring performer all in one night.

Quite simply, Son of Malta is a hard nut to crack but one that must be destroyed by the experienced campaigner standing in the opposite corner.

Not only that, he’d have to do it twice:  This was a 2-out-of-3 falls contest.  Whoever came through this would get ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs at Legacy and by fuck, they’d deserve him. 

Willis and WAR had been the bane of Keegan’s life prior to arriving in Malta as a 3-time Fighting Zone titleholder.  He vowed to get revenge on the pair for throwing him off a 15-foot cage and he achieved exactly that, bowling his half-brother over in their rubber match, a series which took 10 years to resolve, and then taking not only the victory against Reagan in their long-awaited clash, but according to SOM and SVJ, his life as well as the decorated warrior died at the end of the fight in Palermo, Italy.

That’s what made victory all the sweeter for Son, when he handed Keegan a crushing loss, reaching some type of redemption and satisfaction, toppling The Yardstick, who he feels is responsible for ‘murdering’ his idol.

Son, in spite of Keegan’s comments about targeting the skilled all-rounder in The Six, came up trumps again and there’s a notion that SOM may just have the Newcastle native’s number.

Therefore, like he did with Willis and WAR, the Briton would have to bury one hoodoo to clinch a date with destiny and a chance to shut ‘Superstar’s’ mouth once and for all.

Or, we’d see a repeat of SVJ v SOM at Legacy, and minus The Six this time, the student has an excellent chance, not only to upstage his teacher but to go one better than his breathtaking performance against Keegan at Golden Bay.

Last week, Keegan’s comeback in Japan against Derecho was spoiled by an unwelcome distraction by Vince and Malta, handing the newcomer a victory.  As a result, ‘Superstar’ will square off against Derecho.  Meanwhile, the quarter was completed with a number one contender’s match between the couple that had closed the book on The Fighting Zone forever with a memorable day in Europe’s warmest nation.

Who will challenge ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs at Legacy?

Where do Gangsters Go When They Die…

If Keegan were to lose to Son of Malta tonight, we may find out. 

Jinan, China respectfully applauded the Englishman, who urged them to make more noise, and to be fair, they responded to the colourful and charismatic veteran, who acknowledged them in kind with a round of applause of his own.  He strutted to the squared circle; his swagger soaked in confidence and bathed in bravado, adamant that he could see Son of Malta at the third time of asking here.

He stepped up onto the apron, through the ropes and exploded with emotion in the middle of the ring, causing the noise levels to go up a notch, make that two when he ascended the top rope and looked out over the Olympic Sports Center here in Jinan. 

Just as he was putting his game face on, his expression turned to a sneer as the Maltese National Anthem replaced the Lordz of Brooklyn.  At that moment, the Geordie Genius jumped down and knuckled up as Son of Malta emerged, ignoring any negative vibes from the spectators, his eye on the prize in the ring – if he could do what he’d already done before, he’d get the chance to do something he hadn’t and finally give his leader, Vince Jacobs, comeuppance at Legacy, and this time he’d be fresh when he faced his superior in status only, though not in ability, not in Malta’s mind.  That’s how high his confidence was, and why not?  His loss at Shicksal aside, Son was still the in-form horse in this promotion.

Special K had to be restrained by the referee as Son walked up the stairs, pausing for the caged animal to take a step back.  Well, they were caged in Malta.  Tonight, they were both off the leash, able to roam wherever they wanted. 

The Yardstick tried to get at SOM, who wouldn’t enter until he was satisfied with the distance between him and K.  When the Englishman held his hands up and apologised to the official, the UE member decided to get in there.  Keegan turned his back, unwilling to watch his fellow European pose on the top turnbuckle, just as he had moments earlier.  However, surprisingly, Special K hadn’t turned around, even after the bell had gone.  The Chinese fans cried out to warn Keegan a predator was creeping up on an oblivious victim, except he wasn’t…

He turned round and gave the Islander the shock of his life, knuckling up as SOM thought he was going to get a free shot.

“Who do you think I am?  Your ma?  Don’t be daft, I’m not as easy as that…”

That made the Maltese native lose his cool as he swung with a wild haymaker that Keegan ducked underneath.

His haymaker didn’t miss, though.

WHAM!

Neither did that one.

Keegan had his newfound nemesis, one of many, in the corner and what came next was something he’d taught his star student, Ali Amore, many moons ago…

Three lefts + four rights = SEVEN PUNCHES!

They were all carefully sprayed around Son’s sternum, giving him food for thought, or rather daring to bring up the Islander’s Mediterranean diet the hard way as he gasped for air, already, due to the pain the so-called Prince of Palermo, which I shouldn’t say in front of Son given the city where Keegan defeated his mentor, the late, great WAR, had bestowed on his ribs.

When Keegan told the referee, who’d tried to separate the pair, where to go, Son struck with a thumb to the eye, a tactic and shortcut SVJ had used on him multiple times at Shicksal.  He was learning from the living legend.

Malta exploded out of the corner with a vicious clothesline that took The Yardstick off his feet.  The former three-time Fighting Zone titleholder didn’t stay down though, no, he was back up…

And he was back down again.  Unlike SOM, he hadn’t learned his lesson and received a 2nd lariat for his ignorance.

This time, he did stay down.

He was helped up by the man from Malta, the hottest place in Europe, and fittingly the home of the hottest nbW superstar right now, who besides Vic Gravender, was on the biggest roll in the company.  Pun intended.  So, fuck right off.  Wait, who does that move again?

Anyway…

Oh yes.  Son had Special K tied up in a front facelock.  No, he wasn’t expecting a submission from the Newcastle native, even if he’d extracted one from him inside The Zone. 

Suplex…

Reversed. 

Keegan tried one himself.

Blocked.

1 try each.

SOM got the Geordie Genius up into the air, but the Briton came back to earth and not in the way Malta had intended.

Now, it was The Yardstick’s go…

He too couldn’t do it.

Son of Malta was about to see if the third time would be the charge but Keegan beat him to the punch and pulled off the standard suplex instead, much to the amusement of the audience, who applauded his effort, which only managed to yield a measly one-count as the Upper Echelon affiliate returned to the outside, this time on the opposite side next to our announcers, to gather his thoughts.

He wouldn’t have time to do it.  K came out after him, but SOM started to high-tail it and it developed into a game of cat-and-mouse, Keegan chasing gallantly, though only in vain, as Malta slid back in on the opposite side and kicked the returning Keegan right in the kidney with a vicious kick, which prompted boos from the supporters here in Jinan.

The kick had winded Keegan, giving SOM the green light to execute exactly what he’d wanted to earlier…

Stalling suplex, beautifully-placed and planted.

Same result.

1.

Neither man was going to give the other an inch, not even here in fall 1 of 3, where they’d only managed a 1-count apiece.  This could be a long night for the two European imports and they had an exceptional incentive:  SVJ at Legacy.

Vince’s colleague smacked Vince’s enemy in the chops with a wicked right hand and booted the Briton in the abdomen as well, forcing The Yardstick up against the ropes.  He negotiated a successful whip and when The Cock of The North rebounded back to him like a fully-functioning boomerang, Malta cracked him in the mush with a reverse elbow.  It was testament to the wily veteran’s toughness, he didn’t go down.  He did, however, from the subsequent clothesline…

Another one-count.

1 ½ if we’re being kind.

Son slapped on a sleeper, whether it was out of frustration or smartness was not clear. Keegan had to deal with it either way, and to be fair, he did…

By ramming Son of Malta into the corner with all of his body weight, right in the ribs.

There’s no question the Upper Echelon institute felt the full force of his fellow fighter’s 268-pound frame.  However, you couldn’t get rid of SOM that easily, something that Keegan would surely learn throughout this 2-out-of-3 falls tie, and he was back on the Briton’s, er, back like a rash…

It was cinched in flawlessly and the former 3-time Fighting Zone kingpin couldn’t throw the latest and last king of the TFZ throne to the floor.  Bearing his weight, along with Son’s, and the two men were evenly-matched in those stakes, Special K was about to go for a siesta in the worst place at the worst possible time – in the ring with a mortal enemy, battling to keep his long-held dream of wearing the world championship.  Judging by the way his eyes were shit, he could be doing that just now – dreaming.

SOM urged the official to check Keegan’s arm.  He had put this on perfectly, he knew he had, and I swear I could hear Special K snoring...

Predictably, well it’s wrestling protocol after all, the veteran’s right arm went up and came back down again not once, but twice.  Thrice would be his vice and a slice of luck would be Son of Malta’s, while this may be Keegan’s last throw of the dice, so let’s just see if it would be…

Quit the shit with this slimy rhyme, right?

Thrice?

No!

Suddenly, and I still don’t know how they do this, Keegan’s arm, which I swear was dead just a second ago was now doing overtime, waving around in the air like a Rap DJ having a epileptic fit, as he conned the Chinese crowd into clapping and clapping, believing they could make the difference in his bid not only to escape the hold, but make a miraculous comeback…

Who am I kidding?

Keegan dished out an elbow, two, three, four, but they still couldn’t break Son’s grip…

A 5th did.

K ran the ropes and narrowly missed a nasty-looking knee by Son.  The Englishman’s momentum brought him back from the opposing set of ropes with vast interest…

SPEAR! 

Fuck me, was it ever!

Where did that come from?!

I’ll take back what I said about the crowd.
With the seven punches, five elbows and a partridge in a pear tree all knocking Son’s ribs up, not to mention a FEROCIOUS SPEAR, could the crawling Keegan take the first fall here?

Well, he’s just got there, so shall we find out?

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

My, oh my!

The breakthrough had come by Keegan almost breaking his opponent’s ribs with one of his four patented finishers, this being the most recent of the quartet.

We hadn’t even had a 2-count in the contest and yet here we were with the first three-count.  Amazing.

And what I said about the audience inspiring athletes?  I think I’ll shut my hole from now on and tell the story of two warriors battling for an opportunity to secure their Legacy at the show of the same name.

Fall:  Son of Malta 0 Keegan 1

Take a breath.  Funnily enough, Son of Malta couldn’t at this minute in time.  The rules in this contest stated there was a 10-second rest period between falls, hence why the Geordie Genius couldn’t clinch two quick, consecutive falls.  He retreated to a corner first as the PA system started a countdown that the Chinese counted along with.  The fans in Jinan were still standing and just as they were about to retreat to their seats, Keegan saw an opportunity to steal two quick-fire falls and secure a date with destiny as the clock expired…

1…

2….

NEAR-FALL!

The Englishman’s attempt to live off his spear didn’t quite pay off.  It had put him in a prosperous position though, one fall up and one foot in the door, one move away from being THE ONE to slay the winner of THE SIX once and for all…

Wait a minute here…

As SOM stumbled back to his feet, Keegan was primed and ready to run towards the sitting duck and unload with another spear.  This would surely dent not only his rival’s ribs but quash his hopes of a rematch with Jacobs…

SPEAR!!!

Incredibly, the Islander had the presence of mind to counter Keegan, using the experienced campaigner’s momentum against him via a precise, perfectly-timed drop toehold

OH MY GOD!

GET OUTTA HERE!

Quicker than Britney Spears’ annulled marriage to Jason Alexander, the UE stalwart had his opponent’s legs trapped…

MALTESE CROSS!

Can you believe it?!

You’d better because it’s true.  Keegan, who was in the ascendancy just seconds ago, was descending and deteriorating.  The beauty of sport.  One moment you’re up and the next…

You’re face-down, locked in a lethal submission and screaming at the top of your lungs, howling in absolute agony.

Special K shook his head, constantly repelling the temptation to surrender the second fall to Son, and repeat what he’d done at Golden Bay and submit.  He couldn’t do it again here, could he, not with the bad blood and the importance of burying this ghost once and for all?

No, well, not yet.  The Englishman, elected, as always throughout his 18-year career, to do things the hard way and got up on his hind legs, trying to alleviate the enormous pressure he was experiencing and make a run for it, not literally obviously, to reach the ropes.  There, he’d be safe.  Now, he was in the middle of the ocean without a surfboard and a shark that’d sunk his teeth into him.  Safety wasn’t that far away in reality, but it certainly seemed to be an eternity away, at least when you’re stuck in this debilitating manoeuvre that has already made you, Alfie Button and Santiago Sabino submit.

Keegan’s ambitious journey towards the shore was halted when Son denied him with a vice-like grapevine and dragged him a few centimetres, crucially, back towards his half of the ring, which he did.  The Brit bit his thumb, which wouldn’t do his hand any favours later on, but the here and now, it was some minor comfort to take his mind not only off the pain, but distract him from doing the unthinkable and tapping out to SOM for a 2nd time.

Would Keegan sink or swim?  At the moment, he was screaming, pulling his hair with both hands, still saying ‘NO’ loudly to the official, who was only doing his job.  So, Special K started at square one, re-launching his bid to escape this widely-feared submission move perfected by Son.  The long limbs of the English legend still contained significant amounts of energy and force in them and he had to dig deep into those reserves as he literally did a press-up off the mat, which had to be the most difficult one he’d ever completed, and head north towards the ropes, which would bring him safety.  All the while, Son, like a rabid dog, could not – and would not – let go of the hold…

Now, he’d have to!

A few brave pushes, desperate as they were, dragged K to the elusive bottom rope, which he clung to, to the count of 4 when Malta, threatened by the referee, reluctantly relinquished his grip and showed some compassion.

What?!

No, he didn’t.  Not at all.  As soon as he stood up, he kicked the stationery where it hurt – to the right leg – and continued to stomp on the pin, which may as well have had a target tattooed on it. 

Each time the Islander smacked the wily veteran’s wheel, Keegan cried out in pain as the official’s request for Son to take a step back were ignored and instead greeted with a barrage of boots, stamping away at the Englishman like a man possessed until the authority figure literally had to restrain Son, who held his hands out as if to say:  “WHAT?!”

The official ordered him to knock it off and respect his decisions.  Son seemingly said sorry, but he wasn’t worried about mending bridges here – he wanted to dismantle the foundations of the warrior that lay on the ground before him, the same man SOM had called the second greatest fighter of all time, behind his idol, William Arthur Reagan.

Malta hauled Keegan’s carcass back into the middle of the ring.  What did he have in another mind?  Another Maltese Cross?

No, there’d be time for that after this special appetizer.  Can I have a Figure-Four Leglock with chips please? 

Ta.

Unluckily for K, his chips were down as a move older than Queen Elizabeth II and Queen Victoria’s reigns combined crippled no fewer than SEVEN various pressure points of the pins.  This move may’ve been ancient, but its legacy, which was what the two combatants were competing for, was enduring – and so was the anguish it caused opponents.

1…

2….

And, to make things better or worse depending on your viewpoint, it was a submission that could theoretically pin an opponent, which it had nearly succeeded in doing a few seconds ago.

1…

2….

And again.

Keegan had his hands firmly planted on the mat, hapless to prevent this indescribable ordeal, as Son added insult to injury by taking pot-shots at will, slapping Special K whenever and wherever he chose, urging the Englishman to give up.

Just as the Geordie Genius took a rest, leaning backwards as if he were taking a dip underwater in the local swimming pool…

1…

2…

He came back up for air, fearful of ‘drowning’ in the Sea of Hurt, courtesy of Son of Malta.  He couldn’t just sit there and take it., which is precisely what he was doing, because it would be the death of him.  He looked for leverage, a point of reference to reach out for…

Suddenly, SOM broke the hold, proceeded to walk over to K and rake the eyes.  That got him heat from the crowd and a reprimand from the ref, but he didn’t care. 

Son then pounded at Keegan’s legs alternatively, booting both of them three times, before bringing the Brit to where he wanted to be all along – the bottom rope again – but not quite in the manner Malta had specially planned for him.

It wasn’t particularly special, though it was damn effective – he brought his entire 265-pound frame down onto the Briton’s damaged right pin, ravaged, devastating it furthermore.

He didn’t stop at 1, 2 or 3, nor 4 or 5 but half a dozen  – The winner of The Six decided to rub his success in that competitor into Keegan’s wounds, literally, and then taunted the crowd by holding the same amount of fingers up, reminding us of his tremendous triumph in Berlin.

SOM exited the ring to ram Keegan’s leg onto the apron as the authority figured commenced his count, but Son wasn’t hanging around – he was in the driver’s seat and determined to keep Keegan as a watching passenger.  Thus, he dragged Special K speedily towards the steel ring post on the far side.  Naturally, he ‘posted’ K a couple of times, which helped his cause and harmed his opponent’s no end, though it was simply a smokescreen for his real intentions…

Another…

FIGURE-FOUR…

NEW AND IMPROVED…

WITH STEEL RING POST ATTACHED!
It’s also why he wasn’t worried about getting counted out, you see.  The official had to count okay, but a brand spanking new one, which revolved around the potential of Son getting disqualified rather than counted out, though this put a large dent in his enemy’s everlasting hopes of looking towards Legacy.

Like before, the authority figures got to 4 when Son suddenly let go, narrowly avoiding the DQ finish, but he knew fine well what he was doing.

Special K wasn’t anything extraordinary as he pulled away from the corner, inching away from the scene of the crime like a slug sliding along the garden path at a torpid pace.  His legs were limp while his opposite number was flourishing.  It had started off so brightly for the Brit and now, his dreams were gradually evaporating. 

SOM re-entered the fray and looked down at his handiwork, his smug expression drawing heat from the spectators in Jinan.  The Yardstick attempted, in vain, to get away from his tormentor but Son quashed those chances like a human squashing a bug, effortlessly and ruthlessly. 

As SOM watched Special K struggle to get to his feet, he stood behind him, waiting patiently, firmly in control of this contest and poised to strike…

COBRA CLUTCH!

Why such a change of tact, you ask?

He leaned on Keegan’s leg and brought him back to the mat, suffocating any remaining life from 37-year-old, who was fading fast.  He didn’t, nor could he, offer any resistance to his rival’s relentless assault and this time, he was going for a sleep – a long one.  There’d be no elbows to the midriff, softening Son up for a fall-winning Spear.  Uh-uh.  No, the Newcastle native had been cast adrift, and the question of whether he’d sink or swim was about to be answered.  He was sinking…

His right arm was raised and fell.  HARD.

ONE.

Can you repeat that please?

Same result.

TWO.

We were a second away from level pegging.

THRE…

That arm stayed up!

HOW DOES HE DO IT?

Well, I don’t know about Keegan because Son of Malta refused to lose all of the hard graft he’d established in this passage…

With the cobra clutch still in place, SOM brought the Brit up and down with a devastating slam, the same move he’d used to see off RaVage on his debut back on Memorial Day 2009, when nbW returned from its long hiatus.

By the way, the clutch was still in place and added to it?

A cover…

1…

2…

3?

It was academic, wasn’t it?

…

3!

Fall:  Son of Malta 1, Keegan 1.

The official had to prise Son’s hands away from the Englishman, but could anyone snatch his rematch with his stable mate and UE leader, Vince Jacobs, now?  The referee asked Son to retreat to a neutral corner as the PA system counted down from 10, signalling the very brief interval the duo had between falls, which most certainly suited SOM even if he’d nearly become a victim to it earlier.  Now, it was perfect.  He stood in the corner, dying to get out of there, pin the Prince of Palermo and then head backstage to celebrate with ‘Superstar’ before facing each other at Legacy, the first time the showpiece had been aired in over four years.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Predictably, Son came out of the corner and to secure his second – and decisive – fall, he also cinched the cobra clutch back in…

ONE…

TWO….

THR…UH-OH!

Newcastle’s number one had freed one of his hands and that same paw had found its way around the Maltese native’s throat.  Ironically, Keegan, who’d just been choked out himself, was going for the jugular as he surprised Son and lit a fire, figuratively, amongst the audience as he forced SOM back into the corner, where he’d been severely incapacitated by that ring post figure-4.

When you write Keegan off, he seems to come back and he unloaded with five knife-edge chops, four kicks, using his left leg rather than his right, and a flurry of fists to decimate Son, who was shocked at the velocity of Keegan’s hands, wondering if he was fighting the same person who’d looked down and out, dead and buried, only twenty seconds previously.

Inside the OSC Tennis Stadium, merely 4,000 on hand making it the smallest arena on our world tour in the highest-populated nation on the planet (Trust Boyle:  Xander Napoli’s words, not mine!) but you’d think it was quadruple its capacity right now, the noise being generated inside the building was nothing short of spectacular as they became unglued, especially when K rammed Son’s head into the top turnbuckle ten times in succession.

Knowing Son would fall flat on his face, K decided to ‘help’ him stay upright by hoisting him up onto his shoulder, like the 265-pound Maltese import was a pile of newspapers. 

POWERSLAM!

Of course, nailing the high-impact move had repercussions for Keegan as well, using his affected legs to generate speed and spring prior to the ground-moving impact.

What impact did it have on Keegan’s lower regions?

He slithered towards Son, just a few centimetres away, but it felt a lot longer as Malta’s demolition job on his legs had taken a tremendous toll on The Yardstick, who was barely able to place a paw on Son’s heavily-breathing body…

ONE…

TWO….

TH…NO!

At the outset of this contest, neither man could record a 2-count.  Now, they were achieving ones that were agonisingly close to that fateful 3, a fall that would decide who’d go onto oppose ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs, the game’s greatest in-ring performer over the last decade, and who would appear on the undercard at Legacy, enviously watching the main event backstage and wishing, wondering if it could have been HIS night at the showcase. 

Back to the present, and this had presented the Prince of Palermo with a chance to build on his momentum, but what the fuck was he doing by going to the 2nd rope, especially with a dodgy wheel?

I wonder…

CLOTHES…COUNTERED INTO A POWERSLAM!

Son had turned the tables!

ONE…

TWO…

THR…NO!

The reconstruction was complete!

SOM, like Keegan, went high-risk…when are these crazy cats ever going to learn?

SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Okay, I take that back…

ONE…

TWO….

THREE?!

SPECIAL K SHOOTS A SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!

SOM stomped on the canvas in sheer frustration upon standing up, evidently and understandably gutted that hadn’t been 3.  After dominating the second fall, he wasn’t going to let up and allow the Englishman to come back into this contest.  He’d travelled too far, done too much and developed so much as a competitor.  If only he could get SVJ in a fair contest, no Six beforehand, as great as Jacobs is, he knew he had the capabilities to overcome Vince on the night. 

Firstly, the individual he’d conquered on a glorious day at Golden Bay for The Fighting Zone trophy, which was now his eternally, stood before him, but wounded, weakened and ripe for the pickings.  Son was hungry, eager to add the most prestigious prize in the profession to the gold in his cabinet at home.

Son whipped The Yardstick to the opposite corner, Keegan hobbling there pathetically.  He was unable to avoid Son, who dove towards him like a bird of prey snaring an insect for a snack and smashing him square on the jaw with a clothesline that would’ve laid K out, if it hadn’t been for the turnbuckles keeping him up.

Now, Special K was sat up on the top floor, not of his own accord, but by Son placing him up there, poised to join him momentarily, keeping K in place with a few more forearm smashes to that damaged back of Keegan, who winced upon receiving them.

At first, we thought Son was preparing to set Special K up for a superplex.  No, he veered away from that train of thought and had the fans on their feet, searching for a dazzling…

HURRICANRANA!

WAIT, HOLD IT, HOLD IIIIT!

Oh, it was dazzling….

POWERBOMB!!!!!

How do you say ‘HOLY SHIT’ IN CHINESE?!

The British legend had leapt off the turnbuckle, badly injuring his legs again in sacrifice for gaining revenge over SOM, and walloped, I mean WALLOPPED, Son with a phenomenal powerbomb!

SOM had to be out.  The way he hit the canvas was awkward to say the least and I’d be extremely surprised if he didn’t have a concussion.  Meanwhile, Keegan, the old bastard, couldn’t execute the cover! 

1…

2….

3….

4….

5….

6…

7…. Keegan crawled….

8… Still crawling…

9…  Nearly there…

All it needed was one touch and the Englishman summoned up everything he had to lend a hand to Son’s chest…

HERE WE GO…

ONE…

TWO…

TWO POINT FIVE…

THRE-NO!!!

YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING?!

No, I’m not.  I wish I was.  Son of Malta had kicked out!  Well, I say kicked if by raising your shoulder off the mat little more than a maggot’s eyelash constitutes as kicking, but by hook or by crook, the last-ever Fighting Zone figurehead was doing exactly that – fighting.

K was too fucked to be astonished.  The 4,000 fans on hand covered that for him.  It didn’t seem fair to the larger arenas that they hadn’t seen this played out in front of them, but their loss was Jinan’s gain and the Chinese city was certainly grateful for that.  After tonight, we’d know who Vince’s number one contender was and whoever it proved to be, well, you couldn’t argue with it, could you?

We’re not there yet.

The count was on again as Special K was too tired to get to his vast vertical base and SOM was no nearer to recuperating, even if he’d instinctively denied Keegan a date with destiny.  The operative word being instinctively.

Spectators were still aghast he had enough in the tank to move at all.  Several seconds passed and Keegan, limping and lethargic, stumbled towards SOM…

Who struck with a LOW BLOW!

How did the referee not see that?!

Well, he didn’t and Son didn’t need to have money in the back with that part of anatomy to score a fatal blow.  One strike and you are out, boy.  Keegan was, nursing his knackers, checking to see if they were both still intact or if one of them had vacated its place in the nether regions.

The official was up to 8…

Keegan was on a single knee and he wasn’t going to propose marriage to the Maltese native, let me assure you of that…

Son of Malta was up at long, long, last but was he out?

CHEER!

BOO!

CHEER!

BOO!

Key:  Cheer is for Keegan’s right hooks while boo represents Son’s retaliating left hammers.

CHEER!

BOO!

CHEER!

BOO!

DDT!

For who?

Son of Malta had gone downstairs again, fairly this time, toe-punting the Prince of Palermo to that dodgy right knee and then dropping him like a sack of potatoes with a DDT.

1…

2….

KEEGAN KICKED OUT!

Son sighed, visibly agitated, but he was determined to get even, not only with Keegan but SVJ, who he’d face if he defeated K, the man he held personally responsible for ending his mentor’s life in Italy at the beginning of our tour inside The Zone.  Surely, he’d dedicated this victory, like his win over the Briton in his homeland, to WAR too?  Either way, William had to be looking down on his protégé with enormous pride at how he’d turned out.

William was up in the sky and that’s where Special K was going, whether he wanted to or not.  SOM placed him up there again, and it carried a far lower risk on this occasion, as he pounded Keegan’s spine with clubbing forearms, prior to joining the Geordie Genius up there?

Yes, we were going to see what we should have originally…

THREE, TWO, ONE…

SUPERPLEX!

Now, time for the one, two, three…

Son had, unsurprisingly, hurt himself upon completing the sky-high impact move, but it would be worth it, if he could turn The Yardstick over…

He could.

ONE…

TWO….

THRE…FUCK ME, NO WAY!

We were still 1-1, I’ll put it that way, but I have no idea how.

WHEN would this end?

HOW would this end?

WHAT would it take?

To be honest, the fans weren’t worried about the answers to that trilogy of queries.  They were happy with the way proceedings were panning out…

Son stood up with renewed purpose…

Then, he sat down with wicked intentions…

MALTESE CROSS! 

PLEASE FIND GRAPEVINE ENCLOSED!

How on earth could Keegan deal with this?

By sucking his thumb and screaming like a girl.

The pain, the agony, whatever you want to call it, was EXCRUCIATING.  It was off-the-chart and so was Keegan’s threshold.  He’d caved in at Golden Bay with his beloved Fighting Zone trophy on the line and had had to live with the embarrassment and humiliation ever since.  He couldn’t endure much more physical pain though in order to avoid enduring a lifetime of insults heading his way from Upper Echelon that Son of Malta was not just the only individual to make him tap, but he’d done it TWICE!

Unprecedented.

So was the pain the Geordie Genius was going through.  There was nothing ingenious about him at the moment, his stupidity or bravery, as some may call it, was ludicrously admirable.  He continued to shake his head in a reflex-like manner, refusing to lose and forget about ever wearing the nbW world title, a burning ambition he’d secretly harboured since returning to the promotion nigh on three years ago, not unlike the outstanding operator who presented an unreal obstacle to him at this very second, threatening to snap Keegan’s leg and back, if he didn’t tap.  Cheers Tony Sharp:  Royalties are on their way, sir.

What would Keegan do?

What COULD he do?

He’d do what he’d done his entire life:  He’d fight.

He fought, scratched and clawed his way along the canvas in search of daylight, the end of his tunnel in the form of a ravishing rope metres away.  The grapevine was secure and Son’s spadework gave him a mountain to climb, maybe not figuratively, but warriors feel like they can climb Everest in their slipper and Special K belonged to that special breed.

That’s why, incredulously, against insurmountable odds, egged on by every observer, the Englishman extended his hand and delicately touched the bottom rope with his index finger.

Oh, it meant so much and the fans’ applause appeared thunderous inside the tennis stadium, ironic given the atmosphere at a grand slam match.

Son wouldn’t let go, though, and went beyond the five-count.  The referee warned him he had to let go.  When he didn’t release, he was told again to let go or see his number one contender chances vanish.  Begrudgingly, he broke on 4, meaning he’d bought an extra 9 seconds out of the authority figure and that was pushing it.

Malta may be on the brink – of winning or losing, we weren’t sure, but allowing his temper to get the better of him, yes.

Son picked the Prince of Palermo up and shoved him into the corner, unleashing a flurry of frustration, fisticuffs spraying all over his opponent’s face and four well-placed punts systematically breaking the Briton down once and for all.

The plan was to whip Keegan into the opposite turnbuckle.  He got there safely yet painfully…

Malta, maybe for another clothesline or forearm, sprung out of the corner, acting like he was about to go for Olympic gold in the Olympic Sports Centre in the High Jump or Long Jump…

He was for the High Jump…

….

SPEAR IN MID-AIR!!!!!!!!!!

Our father, who art in heaven…

Keegan had DRILLED Son of Malta straight into hell.

It was academic, besides the bum leg.  He was on his way over there, as quickly as he could muster, which was as fast as a milk-float in an F1 race, but even with that in mind, the chances of SOM mounting another comeback were slim-to-none and slim was a spectator who’d just left to go for a piss…

Count him ref…

1….

2…..

3.

….

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!

Cue Charlie ‘Blue Phantasm’ Jones on commentary:  “Keegan CANNOT beat Son of Malta!  He just can’t do it!”

Maybe Marc Gordon’s replacement had a point.  His second spear of the match, mid-air to boot…

And it hadn’t been enough.

It hadn’t sunk in yet.  Keegan was grounded, reduced to a limping Larry, and unable to close the deal.  While it was going 200 miles an hour, Son’s heart was still beating nonetheless.

Both men had taken a beating.

And, remarkably, it wasn’t over.

When Keegan was on his feet, I’ll skip the pointless moping about on the floor, he surprised a staggering SOM by lifting him up onto his shoulders…

Malta re-countered with two swift and stern elbows to the temple, thus causing separation….

Momentarily.

Son had run back into the trap and now, much to the happiness of the vociferous 4,000 Chinese spectators, he was back in the Geordie’s grasp – and so was victory…

BFH!

AKA DVD – Death Valley Driver.

The maiden signature manoeuvre of Keegan’s 18-year career had seldom let him down and he often came back to it in times of crisis, which this definitely was.

Were we heading for more crisis talks or had that been averted?

ONE…



TWO….


THREE!!!!!!!!!!

It was OVER!

Keegan had put all of his weight on his right arm to inch towards Malta, avoiding his legs, and placed both of his arms over Son of Malta to secure a hellacious victory and a place at Legacy, involved in a mouth-watering clash with Your God, ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs.

This had not been a battle.  This had been, to quote Son’s mentor, an all-out WAR.

Keegan had promised that to the Maltese native at Shicksal in Germany and not delivered.  He had tonight, though.  Both brave warriors had taken and dished out more punishment than either of them had experienced before in a bid to settle their budding rivalry once and for all in addition to a luscious incentive at Legacy.

Son of Malta might’ve lost but he had performed like he was Son of God.  He was UNREAL here in Jinan and had eaten two spears in addition to receiving BFH, which had proved to be fateful and fatal.

Special K was extra-special tonight despite getting his ass handed to him for the entirety of the 2nd fall, which he deservedly surrendered to SOM.  In the end, he’d come up trumps.

They gave us a memorable day at Golden Bay to close the book on The Fighting Zone.

Tonight, regardless of what happens in Australia…

The pair of them had written their legacy.

 

You have my undivided attention

The Epicenter lit up to a very dark room, with the only source of light coming from the light rays escaping through the cracks of the doors. The light shun across numerous patches of blood spots and gauze wrap. Seated in the center of the darkness, lit by those rays of light was RaVage. His body beaten and battered, numerous bandages in place. Wrapping his hands back and forth he rolled his neck and gave notice to the camera crew.

 

"Okay Forgotten Son. You wanted my attention. You have it undivided." he coughed with a chuckle as some blood slipped from his mouth. "Tonight you showed me your determination. Not only that but that in order for me to move forward with my future, it is quite clear to me that I will have to take care of this grudge you have with me. Until I do so it seems you will not rest on laurels without attacking me again."

 

He reached over and grabbed a towel and dabbed rested it across his face for a moment before pulling it away having caught the blood he felt seeping through his forehead bandage.

 

"Next week in India, it will be made official. You. Me. Legacy. But before that destined date comes to pass, be sure to keep a watchful eye on the ring." he coughed again and leant forward briefly. "I would proudly jaw jack with you tonight Judasbleek, but as you call tell. Not going to."

 

He pushed a grin but immediately went into a coughing fit while spitting out blood quite possibly having internal bleeding. He grabbed the towel and looked back at the camera.

 

"Next week Judas. A Reminder and Warning of what you have gotten yourself into."

 

He tossed the bloody and wet towel at the camera, cutting the footage then and there.

 

The Great Wall Versus Vic Gravender (c)
Infamy Championship Match

The title last defended at Shicksal, Vic Gravender aka The Human Wrecking Ball defended his championship against his former tag team partner, Adam Faulkner.  And since joining up with The Family Keeling, The Human Wrecking Ball had been on a complete tear.  He’d defeated 29 other men to become the first-ever Infamy Championship.  The stipulations for each title defense meant that the OPPONENT would get to pick.  And while that may have been a complete uphill battle for some… that suited Vic just fine. Brent Williams stood at ringside.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the nbW Infamy Championship!”

“EXCUSE ME!  EXCUSE ME!  UP HERE! GUNG HEY FAT CHOI!  HOO FLUNG POO!”

The crowd booed and didn’t appreciate being mocked at all by the man in the blue blazer, dress shirt and black jeans.  The man called Junior Keeling.  With a big smile on his face, the crowd booed his appearance on the stage as he smiled.

“PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE TO YOU… MY POPS… THOMAS KEELING!”

And lots more booing for the dapper-looking middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair rocking a brown business suit.  Thomas Keeling smiled as he patted Junior on the back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, normally the challenger comes out, but before we do any of that, I’d like to formally introduce to you… THE NBW INFAMY CHAMPION… THE MAN WITH TITLE SHOTS AT EVERY SINGLE CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE COMPANY… THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN NO BRAND LAND… VIC GRAVENDER!”

“Break You” by Drowning Pool. 

The lights in the arena swirled with a red and orange hue and out from the back came the 6’3” and 405-pound mastodon himself.  The Human Wrecking Ball.  Vic Gravender came out to the stage holding the nbW Infamy Title high over his head.  His first singles title in No Brand Wrestling, the big and bad man made his way down the ring with both Keelings by his side.

“Cut the music!”

He shouted and the production crew obliged with the big man’s request, lest they wished to be introduced to his size 14 boot.  Vic was handed a microphone by Thomas Keeling as he made his way down the ramp. 

“Hello, Japan!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“Fear not, my citizens!” Vic Gravender began, “for tonight, YOUR No Brand Wrestling Infamy Champion is in action against one of your own!  Tonight, I’m understanding that one of the locals has stepped up to challenge me in my open challenge by this week and from what I understand, this man is a very big deal.  The man that you all know… AS THE GREAT WALL!”

With the mention of the man’s name, the crowd came to life in the Jinan Olympic Sports Center as Vic Gravender laughed. 

“Yeah, that guy.  The Great Wall.  I understand has competed between here in other countries all across Asia and has won multiple championships because few have been able to stand his power.  And when given the chance to take me up on my challenge, the big man decided to keep this match under standard rules! The big man has the chance to pick a stipulation that benefits himself and he wants to try and do the honorable thing by trying to take my title from my waist… PFFT.  FUCK THE GREAT WALL! THERE’S NOT A MAN THAT VIC GRAVENDER CAN’T ROLL ON!”

The portions of the crowd that could understand him booed the crap out of him as he smirked. He climbed in between the ropes and stepped into the squared circle as he raised his title in the air.

“This match here tonight is not only dedicated to my good friends here, The Keelings… this is dedicated to every last hater on the roster that thinks they can step to me and The Family Keeling.  This is also dedicated to those on this roster with titles… that basically means you, Polar and Hotstreak… WHO I BEAT LAST WEEK… and ESPECIALLY YOU, Vince Jacobs.  You walk around here thinking the Upper Echelon is going to save you, but just like that skinny prick Techno Dragon once proved… and Tony Sharp would’ve proved if said skinny prick didn’t involved himself… you aren’t unbeatable. You call yourself MY GOD, but I’m an agnostic and I don’t drink the SVJ Kool-Aid.  I’ve got shots at BOTH your pretty little titles and when I’m damn good and ready… I’ll take them both from you sooner than you think.”

He handed the title off to the referee as he awaited his opponent.

“Getting Out” by Gao Qi and Chaozai Overload.

And the crowd EXPLODED for the BIG man that came through the curtains as he looked right at the ring.  Vic Gravender was talking shit a few moments ago, but looked genuinely put off when the giant came through the curtains.  He glanced over at Junior Keeling, who was freaked out.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY MAKE THEM THAT BIG?” Junior shouted.

“Introducing the challenger… standing in at SEVEN FOOT TWO  and weighing in at 443 pounds… he is Beijing, China’s own… THE GREAT WALL!”

The Great Wall was a tall man decked out in black pants-length tights and black wrist tape.  He had a thick black beard and bushy hair and looked ready to straight kill a bitch. He entered the ring and stood OVER Vic Gravender, who was a big man himself.  The Great Wall raised his arms in the air to a tremendous pop.  While Junior tried to freak out, Thomas Keeling was thinking dollar signs and might have wanted to sign this guy later.

DING DING DING!

The Great Wall wasted NO time whatsoever as he delivered a tremendous boot to the stomach of the nbW Infamy Champion. And when two more shots took him back into the corner, he realized now why The Great Wall had chosen standard rules for this title match… because he was a goddamn giant.

Gravender returned fire with a few fists of his own to the broad stomach of the giant before delivering some more punches to his face.  He tried to rock him back to the ropes, but The Great Wall kicked away at him before delivering a big chop right to his chest.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The shot echoed throughout the arena as Vic Gravender doubled over in pain.  The body shots started to come in and Vic had no choice but to try and cover himself up from each shot while The Wall continued to tee off on the beast.

While Vic was in the corner doubled over in pain, The Great Wall raised his arms to the sky again to a tremendous ovation from the crowd.  They were 150% behind him as he went back on the attack and started to throw a succession of Back Elbows. He nailed about four or five before going back to another boot, pressing it up against his throat.  The referee counted to five and The Great Wall backed off at about four and a half. 

He backed off and when Vic tried to move out of the corner, Wall came down and CHOPPED him right over the top of his skull with an Overhand Chop.  A second chop toppled Vic and he rolled out of the ring and headed for higher ground as The Great Wall dominated for the moment.

He stepped over the ropes, but Vic quickly went on the assault as he delivered a Chop Block to the leg of the giant, sending him tumbling over to the floor.  The Chinese Giant didn’t fall on his back, but had a noticeable chink in his armor now…

Whoops.  Bad choice of words.

Vic tried to go on the attack again, but the giant was too strong and he caught him in the throat with a big Throat Thrust.  He doubled over in pain and the Infamy Champion was elbowed on the top of his head.  Vic fought back and landed several powerful body blows to The Great Wall’s chest trying to wear him down some more. 

He finally managed to tackle the monster and RAM him hard into the ringpost and the fans swore the ring may have moved from the combined impact of over  800 pounds crashing right into it.  The Great Wall STILL wasn’t knocked down, but Vic had worn him down long enough to roll the giant back into the ring with a little bit of effort. 

The Great Wall tried to sit up, but Vic Gravender ran off the ropes and delivered a very solid kick to the side of his head to try and get the giant down. The Great Wall was trying to get back but again, the Human Wrecking Ball was back on the attack and connected with a second low Yakuza Kick to the face, which could’ve also been construed as vaguely racist.  But much to his surprise, the giant was STILL trying to get back up, so Vic took the fight a third time with a big kick to the face that finally got the giant down.  Vic pushed him down to the mat and tried going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… KICK OUT!

The giant kicked out much to the surprise of Vic, but the big man stayed on the attack. He turned him around and got the giant over onto his stomach with a little bit of strength, then slapped on a Front Facelock.  Rudiementary hold, but when Vic was as big as he was, every submission hold hurt that much more and was much tougher to shake off. 

He threw in a pair of solid knees to the top of The Great Wall’s head to try and keep him down, but he was full of fight and punched away to Vic to try and free himself from the confines of his hold.  When that wasn’t working, The Human Wrecking Ball turned around and sat on his back, throwing a series of Crossface Punches to try and wear down the big man. After about five or six blows, he turned him around and hooked the tree trunk-like leg of The Great Wall again.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… KICK OUT!

He had a lot of strength in his body and still had enough power to force Vic off him, but it was weaker than the first cover.  Vic grabbed him by the waist as he tried for a Side Belly to Belly Suplex, but TGW elbowed his way out and boxed his ears in order to free himself from the grip of The Human Wrecking Ball.

The Great Wall continued to club him in the side of the head and free himself.  He went to charged off the ropes, but he walked right into the grip of Big Vic, who grabbed him around the waist and SLAMMED him with a  big Side Belly to Belly Suplex in the middle of the ring! The ring shook and the move took a bit out of Vic, but he stepped over and went for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE… NO!

It was a very close fall, but The Great Wall kicked out again and now Vic was starting to get red in the face.  The Infamy Champion kept the offense going by slapping on a Rear Waistlock, but he wasn’t going to be able to German Suplex the giant. He blocked him and grabbed Vic’s arms to free himself from his grip and fired off some elbows to the face of Vic!

“Ow, that hurt, you prick!” Vic yelled as he grabbed his face in pain.

Gravender backed off The Great Wall turned around to face his opponent.  He straight up punched the champion a good three times in the face before kicking him in the gut.  Vic kicked him in the chest and pushed him back to the ropes, but The Great Wall came back with a big Overhand Chop to the head.  Vic was teetering on his feet when he walked into the grip and the giant.  The Great Wall BODYSLAMMED him in the middle of the ring and the fans came alive.

“No, God, no!” Junior screamed.

“Faith, son, have faith,” Thomas patted him on the back.

Vic was in a very bad way now as The Great Wall was just starting to make a big comeback.  He waited for Vic to get back to his feet and when he did so, he ran right THROUGH Gravender with a rocking Running Lariat that knocked the big man down to the ground.  Vic hit the canvas hard and The Great Wall went for the cover and the title.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

Vic kicked out, but The Great Wall stayed on him and rained down a giant series of fists to the head.  He stood back to his feet and raised his fists to the sky as the crowd gave him another huge pop. He bounced off the ropes and landed a big Leg Drop across the throat!  Gravender convulsed as The Great Wall held the far leg of Vic and stayed into a modified pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR.. KICK OUT!

He buried his face in his mammoth hands when he didn’t put Vic away with the rudimentary and effective move.  The Great Wall was back on his feet and waited for Vic to do the same.  He greeted the nbW Infamy Champion with a good kick to the gut before he tossed him into the corner.  TGW came a running but Vic got a big elbow up and cut him off. 

“Got you now, you big-“

But Gravender wasn’t going to stop him as a Big Boot caught him in the face and sent him rocking right back into the corner where he was before.  The Great Wall was on fire (the wrestler, not the historic landmark) now and he waited for him to get back.  He staggered into the grip of Vic and actually picked him up again before dropping him with a mighty big Powerslam! 

ONE!

TWO!

THRE… SHOULDER UP!

Vic was still back up again and wasn’t going to give into defeat.  His nbW Infamy title was in serious jeopardy, though, and The Great Wall had the crowd in the palm of his gigantic hands.  He waited for him to get back up again and charged, but Vic moved out of the way.  He ran off the ropes and when The Great Wall turned around, he got MOWED right over with a Running Cross Body!

It was a DEVASTATING move from the 405-pounder and Vic Gravender made it count, rolling him down to the ground. The Great Wall was incapacitated as Vic stood back up and headed up top.  Looking out to the crowd, he slashed a thumb across his throat before he flew…

DIVING HEADBUTT!

The thick skull of Vic Gravender dropped right into the chest of The Great Wall as he was put down.  The Human Wrecking Ball moved over and hooked the gigantic leg of the giant challenger as he counted down with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Vic rolled off the giant body of The Great Wall.  The fans looked deflated, but The Keelings were both celebrating like they were getting laid by 1,000 Kate Upton clones.  Vic Gravender stood back to his feet and was handed his title as he breathed and panted, but overall was victorious. 

“Here is your winner of the match and STILL nbW Infamy Champion… VIC GRAVENDER!”

He rolled out of the ring with his title in tow while Thomas and Junior Keeling both patted their gigantic charge on the back.  Vic put the title back over his waist and walked out, the sounds of thousands of jeering Chinese fans ringing as music in his ears.  This was a powerful message sent to not only the members of nbW, but also to the members of the Night Life USA. 

Mess with Vic Gravender and you get rolled on. 

Pissed... No Disappointed

SoM slowly walked down the hall of the Jinan Olympic Sports Center unaware of the people around him. He had just lost to Keegan again and he knew that this was his last shot at a world title match against his mentor Vince Jacobs. Son of Malta knew that Jacobs was not going to be happy that he lost but he knew he had to face the music with the current leader of the Upper Echelon. Malta paused briefly before pushing the door open to the UE’s locker room. SoM slowly dragged himself into the room and looked at the other members of the UE.

Vince stood to his feet and looked at SoM who was very upset with himself over his performance.

“I need for you guys to leave us alone. I need to speak with Malta privately.”

The other members of the Upper Echelon nodded as their leader ushered them out of the locker room. Judas and Spade both placed a hand on SoM’s shoulder before leaving the room. Malta expected a verbal tirade from the double champion but did not expect what was to come.

“Malta I am not pissed at you. I’m disappointed.”

I think the words that came out of Vince’s mouth hurt more than the tongue lashing that could have happened. SoM looked at Vince as he continued.

“I know you can beat Keegan. You’ve done it before. Malta, I have seen you grow into one of the fieriest competitors that I have ever been around. I am not going to get down on you because I know you are more disappointed in yourself right now.”

Vince placed his hand on Malta’s shoulder.

“I am still proud of what you have accomplished and I know William is proud as well.”

Malta looked up at his mentor who just mentioned his other mentor William Arthur Reagan.

“I believe it’s time for you to venture off on your own. You don’t need the UE anymore. I knew this day would come soon enough. William and I have taught you everything you need to make your own path. You need to venture out and become the leader that William and I knew you were destined to become.”

Malta stood to his feet and looked at Vince. He shook his head acknowledging what Vince had said.

“Do you think I’m ready?”

Jacobs smiled at Son of Malta.

“William and I knew you had been ready for months. No more holding back, go and make your own destiny.”

Jacobs put his hand out for Malta. But Malta instead gave Vince a hug.

“And don’t worry about Keegan he will pay for all his transgressions.”

The two shared a laugh as the camera faded out.

 

Warren Spade and Tremoid Versus Jupiter and Lexia

Just earlier tonight, the fans witnessed Spike Saunders being driven through a wall by the monstrous Monster of the Mid-South, Warren Spade.  Courtesy of the Trample, it had been a very lethal weapon that had served him well against just about everybody he'd come in contact with.  Still unpinned in any form of competition, Spade had been cutting a swath through the nbW roster.

Just last week, in a very hard-hitting match, despite Jupiter's best efforts, one of the two proteges had been defeated by Warren Spade himself and by the end of last week's show, he'd been laid to waste.  Now Spade was about to team with Tremoid against the tag team of Jupiter and Lexia Hart in what could be deemed a total mismatch.  But no matter what, Jupiter and especially Lexia were not going to back down from the odds, even if it meant fighting a pair of big and nasty seven footers.

The sounds of bells echo throughout the arena...

The opening chords to "It's A Fight" by Three 6 Mafia blast through every speaker available. Flashing on the EpiCenter was a repeated set of words.

MONSTER.

OF THE.

MIDSOUTH.

Red and gold strobe lights flashed throughout the building and just as the song started up its first verse, out came “The Brickhouse' Tremoid himself.  Standing at seven foot even and three-hundred ten pounds, he certainly lived up to his moniker.  He wheeled the mouthy Fenton Woods in his now signature wheelchair that had actual gold custom rims.  Behind him, the curtains parted as the mammoth form of Warren Spade stared out, cracking his tremendous neck and hands, readying for competition. Clips from some of his career highlights play with "MONSTER OF THE MIDSOUTH" interrupting every few seconds.

Spade and Tremoid made their way down the ring and both stepped onto the apron simultaneously, climbing over the ropes before they climbed in the ring.  The crowd in China booed the twin giants, who were quite the spectacle to behold. 

The EpiCenter sprang to life again as it flashed several still shots of a fiery rain of meteors falling from the heavens….

Several explosions went off at the entrance as “Pay The Price” by Eric and the Hostiles played next and the big man known as Jupiter parted the curtains.  Following shortly behind was Lexia Hart as the two high-fived, taking in a very positive reaction from the crowd.  He and Hart both walked to the ring with a purpose while Spade and Tremoid talked strategy in their corner.

Jupiter climbed into the ring first while Lexia Hart tried to come over the ropes.  She tried standing in the face of the two giants, but Jupiter pulled on her arm.

“I'm gonna start this...” Jupiter told her. 

Reluctantly, she agreed though she didn't like being treated like a child.  Perhaps the gravity of the situation hadn't quite gotten to her yet, but nevertheless, they were up a creek and had to find a way to pull out the upset.

Tremoid and Spade took turns playing rock paper scissors until the Brickhouse came up rock. 

“Cheater,” Spade told him. 

Tremoid had a big smile across his big mug as he looked down.  Jupiter was about ready to tangle...

TAG!

Lexia Hart reached over and tagged in Jupiter, much to his shock.  It constituted a legal tag so he was forced to go back to the corner.  He grumbled and went back to the corner while Hart shook her head.   

“I'm doing this for Spike...” she muttered.

“I know...” Jupiter said.  The Planet-Sized Superstar was not happy that she decided to take it upon herself to stare right up at the seven-footer. But it was a legal tag and nothing that Jupiter could do about it.  She was in the ring and looked right up into the eyes of Tremoid, showing no fear much to her credit.

“You're in the wrong ring, little girl...” Tremoid laughed. 

Lexia Hart smirked and held up two fingers close to one another that may or may not have been her questioning Tremoid's manhood.  The Brickhouse pointed to the crowd, who were booing and laughed.  Hart quickly decided to attack him and dropkicked his massive leg to try and take him down.  She got up and kicked a second time, then a third time finally to get him to stop him in his tracks. 

“Come on, Lexia, get him!” Jupiter tried to be supportive of his tag team partner.

Lexia continued to kick the leg a few times and narrowly avoided a couple of wild swings from the giant.  She went for another dropkick but Tremoid merely swatted her away and sent him crashing to the ground.  He measured her up and went for a big boot but she slid underneath and popped up to the second rope.  The Spitfire flew off the top rope and connected with a dropkick to the chest that only rocked him back a couple steps.

“YOU'RE GETTTING SHOWN UP BY A LESBIAN, TREMOID!” Fenton yelled from the outside, clearly trying to offer some support(?) to his guy.

Hart was back on her feet, going back to the ropes again and this time connecting with another dropkick aimed at his knees off the second rope.  Tremoid was finally down to one knee and Lexia tried to run off the ropes, but Jupiter made the big tag. She protested with the referee, but big Jupiter shrugged and made his way into the ring to throw some fists into the head of Tremoid. He ran off the ropes and came back with a big running kick to the head of the Brickhouse.  He followed it with a lateral press pin.

1...

2...

Tremoid powered out of the pin attempt by Jupiter. The Planet-Sized Superstar tried to pick him up by the head but Tremoid uppercutted him underneath the chin and sent Jupiter rocking back a couple of steps.  He put a couple of knees into the chest of Jupiter and tried to whip Saunders' big protege across the ring, but Jupiter wrapped both arms around the waist of Tremoid and forcefully powered him up into the air before sending him crashing down to the canvas with a big belly to belly suplex that got the crowd popping.  He went over and hooked both legs of the giant.

1...

2...

But The Brickhouse kicked out a second time and forced Jupiter off him.  The Planet-Sized Superstar ran off the ropes, but he walked right into a big knee to the small of his back from Spade on the apron.  He turned and swung at Spade, but the Monster of the Mid-South took a powder and jumped off the apron.  Jupiter had some choice words for him and turned around, right into a nasty big boot to the face that nearly kicked his face off. 

Spade reeled him in and Tremoid caught him flush in the face with the big kick and tapped a finger to his head to tell the crowd how smart the giants were.  Fenton was very proud watching while Lexia looked worried for her tag team partner as he took a couple of hard stomps to the head from the big hoss called Tremoid. The Brickhouse pulled him to his feet and whipped Jupiter into the corner.  He bounced off the ropes and ran forward, connecting with a big running back elbow in the corner and crushed him. 

Jupiter fell to his knees and Tremoid had him on the ropes as he pulled him up by the neck and dropped some solid punches into his face.  He was backed into the corner where Spade tagged in for the first time in the match.  The Monster of the Mid-South and Upper Echelon enforcer climbed over the ropes and laid right into Jupiter with some pretty nasty body shots. 

“Should've let Lexia in here...” Spade smirked as he continued to lay waste to Jupiter.

The shots continued coming and Jupiter did all that he could to try and prevent taking them, but Spade was relentless.  While Jupiter was now slumped over in the corner, he raised a mighty hand into the sky accomapnied by booing from the crowd. He ran forward and crushed him with a hard corner clothesline.  While he was still hurt in the corner, Warren Spade removed his elbow pads and tossed them to the floor while Fenton Woods cheered him on.  He fired off the alternating back elbows into the face of Jupiter and kept on swinging until the referee made a count to four. 

Spade backed off and Jupiter came staggering into the path of a side kick from The Monster of the Mid-South.  He dropped to the mat and tagged in Tremoid, who climbed into the ring and actually jumped to the second rope.  With a glance out to the crowd, he came off the second rope and dropped a very impressive flying second rope elbow into the chest of Jupiter.  He followed this up by trying to pin him.

1...

2...

Close, but no cigar! Jupiter kicked out and Tremoid tagged in Saunders once again as they prepared for some more assaults on the Planet-Sized Superstar.  Jupited tried to fight off Tremoid with a couple of solid right hands, but Tremoid caught him with a knee.  He whipped Jupiter into the path of a hard shoulder block from Spade that knocked him right down.  Tremoid went back to the corner while Warren went for the cover now.

1...

2...

No way! 

Jupiter still had some fight in him and popped a shoulder up.  The One-Man Stampede picked him up by his bald head and connected with a knee to the chest.  Jupiter fought back and stunned Spade with a couple of open handed chops to the chest.  He tried to scoop up Spade in some type of a body slam, but that wasn't happening when Spade was too full of fight and elbowed Jupiter on the top of the head.

He forced Jupiter into the corner with some more body shots and followed up his attack with a pretty wicked headbutt that had The Planet-Sized Superstar rocked.  He tossed him across the ring and went to follow it up with a clothesline in the corner, but Jupiter moved out of the way and Spade crashed hard into the turnbucke.  Jupiter kept on running across the ring and connected under the chin with a savate kick that rocked Spade.  A second one underneath the chin finally knocked him loopy and got the giant off his feet. 

The crowd was firmly behind Jupiter now as he fell back against the ropes while Warren Spade was checking his jaw to make sure that all of his teeth were still in place. 

And tagged by Lexia Hart!

Lexia Hart came into the ring against Jupiter's wishes and came right to the second rope to springboard off the second rope and dropkicked Tremoid right in the face, sending him flying off the apron. 

Lexia stood tall in the ring and springboarded off the third rope, flying right onto the still-downed Spade in the center of the ring.  After the big time move she crawled on top of him and made a cover...

1...

2...

It was barely a cover and Spade threw her right off, sending her nearly flying halfway across the ring.  Warren made his way back to his knees and when Lexia came a running, she was grabbed by the throat.  Tremoid was back in the ring and ran over to Jupiter, kicking him in the face and sending him flying off the apron.  He walked over to Hart and she was grabbed by both giants...

DOUBLE CHOKESLAM~!

It was damn brutal and Tremoid and Spade landed the big move.  Spade smiled as Tremoid counted along with the referee. He kept Jupiter at bay on the outside while Warren Spade put a foot down on the body of Lexia Hart. 

1...

2...

3!

The music of Warren Spade played over the speakers and the fans jeered horrendously, but the two giants had managed to overpower Hart and Jupiter to secure the victory.  The Monster of the Mid-South, along with Tremoid, had their hands raised by the referee.   Warren came into the ring and prepared to do some more damage to Hart...

But Jupiter came back into the ring with a chair and started swinging at anything that moved!  He clocked Tremoid in the back and the giant went fleeing from the ring while Spade and Fenton Woods headed for higher ground.  As far as Lexia Hart was concerned, the damage was done. 

“We got her!  I hope that you saw that, Spike!” Spade yelled into the camera, knowing somewhere in the recesses of the arena he must've been watching.  Jupiter kept one eye on the twin towers headed back up the ramp and one eye over the fallen Hart, who still hadn't moved since getting spiked into the mat with a double chokeslam from the monsters.

“Got your number, Spike!” Spade yelled once more as he, Tremoid, and Fenton disappeared into the back.  And with a six-man tag scheduled for next week to unite all the forces, all hell was going to break loose next week when the show came from India.

And at Legacy, when Spade and Saunders would meet, it still appeared that Spade had the Colossus's number.

 

Next week

The Epicenter lit up with the words Sector 42 Stadium, and below it Chandigarh, India. Slam Episode Twenty Six will be taped at the Sector 42 Stadium. Thaddeus Boyle's voice spoke out to the audience, however he himself was not present.

 

"Next week when we come to you from India we have a oustanding line up already set in motion that you will not want to miss. As heard earlier tonight, the war between the Family Keeling and the Night Life USA heats up in a Best of Three series between Tony Sharp and Techno Dragon, the first match of which will happen next week in India.

 

The fans cheered as Boyle continued over the Epicenter audio.

 

"As I informed them earlier tnight, we will have a Six person tag team match between Warren Spade, Tremoid and Fenton Woods against the team of Spike Saunders, Jupiter and Lexia. This match holds a great significance to the winning team, as they will be able to determine the stipulation for Saunders/Spade at Legacy."

 

More cheers and chants for Saunders followed.

 

"Gald to hear you like the line up so far. Next week we will also be announcing new inductee's into the NBW Hall of Fame, to join alongside legends such as Uncensored, Jason Kain, and the late William Arthur Reagan. And trust me there is much more planned, so be sure to check out our website for the latest updates. Now please, enjoy your Main Event!"

 

The screen faded away but it would be a short silence as the Main Event was here.

 

'Superstar' Vince Jacobs Versus Derecho

A PPV level main event had been announced and the fans couldn’t believe that they were about to get his level of a match on free television. The wait was over as the lights in the arena dimmed to black before they turned into a dark red glow.

“One Reason” by Fade

The crowd gave Derecho a more positive reaction this time around given his opponent, but despite the praise, Derecho didn’t pay much mind to it.  Business as usual as Derecho made his way down to the ring where he slid in under the bottom rope.  It wasn’t until he ascended the turnbuckle pads that he soaked up the vibes from the crowd on hand here tonight.  Derecho hopped off the turnbuckles as the music died down.

The lights in the arena dimmed again and the fans let out a chorus of boos.  This could mean only one thing. The Reason There is a Show, The Icon, The Living Legend, Pro-Wrestling’s Phenomenon and the Only Double Champion in NBW was about to make his presence known.

“Ring Superstar” by Cypress Hill (SVJ Remix)

There he stood atop the entrance ramp… the NBW World Champion and NBW Keystone Champion.  Both of his belts were fitted firmly around his waist and Jacobs wasted no time in pointing to them and then looking for a response from the crowd, which was, a sea of hatred to say the least.

SVJ Strolled down to the ring and then climbed in as he asked the referee to make sure Derecho kept his distance.  Jacobs stepped into the ring and then held out his arms as a lone spotlight shined down upon him.  Jacobs enjoyed his moment in the limelight before the lights in the arena returned to normal.  Jacobs then unfastened his title belts and handed them to the referee who passed them off to ringside for this non-title match.

Both men loosened up as the referee called for the bell!

DING!

Derecho and Jacobs circled each other in the ring and then laced up with a collar and elbow tie up. They struggled for the upper hand, but neither man would budge. Eventually, the lock up broke and they took a step back from each other.  The two of them circled once again, and again locked horns in the center of the ring.

Just like before, neither man budged and the lock up was broken.  Again, they took a step back and then rushed at each other for another lock up, but this time, Jacobs faked it and hit a well placed knee into the stomach of Derecho that doubled him over.  Jacobs then brought the point of the elbow into the upper back of Derecho not once, but twice.  Jacobs then tilted Derecho’s head up and then laced into him with a stiff right hand that knocked Derecho flat onto his back.   Jacobs then looked to the crowd for approval and was only met with jeers.

Derecho held the side of his face as Jacobs pulled Derecho back up to his feet.  Jacobs measured him up and hit a stiff knife edge chop across the chest.  Jacobs lit him up with another chop, followed by a third. Derecho staggered back as he held his chest which began to turn red.  Jacobs backed Derecho against the ropes and laced into him with another knife edge chop.  As Derecho reeled from the sting of Jacobs’ hand, Jacobs grabbed Derecho by the arm and shot him across the ring to the opposite side.  Jacobs charged in and hit a back elbow to the face of Derecho which sent him down to the canvas.  Jacobs quickly followed with a cover.

One….

Two….

Derecho kicked out.

So far, this match had been all Vince Jacobs as he was owning Derecho with basic wrestling maneuvers.  Jacobs grabbed Derecho and pulled him up to his feet where he lit into Derecho with another chop.  By this time, Derecho’s chest began to turn deep red and you knew that each chop from here on out, no matter how simple, would sting worse and worse.

Jacobs, however, decided to try another irish whip, having success with the one just now.  Jacobs whipped Derecho to the ropes and went for another back elbow, but Derecho ducked underneath and in one fluid motion, grabbed Jacobs in a waist lock and took him over with a Release German Suplex that dumped NBW’s double champion right on the back of his neck!

Derecho then took this opportunity to roll out of the ring to catch his breath.  Derecho knew he wouldn’t pin someone like Jacobs after one suplex so he decided to take a moment to collect himself and formulate a plan.  Jacobs staggered to his feet as the impact from the German Suplex dazed him quite a bit.  Jacobs looked and saw Derecho on the outside and decided to give chase.  Jacobs got a running start and went for a baseball slide kick under the bottom rope, but Derecho saw it at the last minute and side stepped it.

Derecho then grabbed both of Jacobs’ legs and placed one under each arm.  Derecho then pulled Jacobs out of the ring and swung him right into the guard rail!! Derecho let go and Jacobs hit the ringside area with a thud.  Derecho then quickly pulled Jacobs back to his feet and rolled him back into the ring.  Derecho then dashed around to the other side of the ring where he got up on the ring apron.  By the time Derecho go there, Jacobs had just staggered back to a vertical base.  Derecho then leapt up to the top rope and springboarded off with the Straight Line Strike… the Springboard Clothesline, but Jacobs leapt up into the air and countered it with a Mid Air Drop Kick!

Both men hit the canvas, but Jacobs was the one that made the cover with the leg hooked deep!

One…

Two…

Derecho popped the shoulder up in time.

Jacobs stood and then began to place the boots to Derecho.  Jacobs then looked to the corner as he ascended the turnbuckle pads to the very top.  Jacobs motioned to the crowd before he leapt off with the Five Star!!

Nobody Home!

Derecho moved out of the way and then quickly made his way to the corner.  Derecho pulled himself up to the very top and leapt off with a Frog Splash of his own which connected!  Derecho covered!

One….

Two….

Jacobs kicked out!

Derecho then brought Jacobs to a seated position and hit him with a stiff kick to the chest.  Derecho then bounced off the ropes and attempted a Shining Wizard, but Jacobs grabbed Derecho’s leg and from a seated position, used a makeshift Dragon Screw Leg Whip!  Jacobs then got to his feet and took off to the ropes.  As Derecho sat up, Jacobs nailed Derecho in the face with the Star Gazer, his version of the Shining Wizard!  Jacobs with the cover!

One…

Two….

Derecho kicked out!

Jacobs pulled Derecho back to his feet and reminded him of that stinging pain in his chest with another knife edge chop.  Jacobs followed it up with a toe kick to the stomach and then a front chancery.  He lifted Derecho up for a suplex, but Derecho floated over and landed on his feet behind Jacobs.  Jacobs turned around and was met with a toe kick from Derecho and then a European Uppercut that staggered Jacobs back. Derecho then hit another toe kick and a front chancery of his own.  Derecho lifted Jacobs and nailed a Vertical Suplex, but Derecho held on!

Derecho rolled over and pulled Jacobs back to his feet where he nailed a Snap Suplex!  Derecho continued to hold on as he spun over and brought Jacobs to his feet once again. This time Derecho lifted Jacobs up mid way and drove him face first with a Sit Out Gordbuster!  Derecho connected with the F3 and then motioned to the corner.  The crowd actually came alive for Derecho as he made his way to the turnbuckle pads furthest from Jacobs!  He measured him up and leapt off!

SHOWSTEALER…

…..MISSED!

Jacobs got out of the way in time which showed that the double champion had a lot of fight in him!  Derecho crashed and burned big time!  Jacobs quickly pulled Derecho back to his feet where he lifted him and dropped him dead center with the Starburst.. his patented Brain Buster! Jacobs then quickly made it to the corner and leapt off with the Shining Star.. his version of the flying leg drop and it connected!  Jacobs hooked the leg deep!

One…

Two…

Derecho kicked out and Jacobs couldn’t believe it!

These two had very similar move sets and it was a race to see who could hit what and on who first, but Jacobs couldn’t believe that Derecho kicked out of two of his signatures in a row.  Jacobs brought Derecho to his feet and laced into him with a chop, but Derecho gritted his teeth and fought through the pain and fired back with a chop of his own.  Jacobs with another chop, but this time Derecho answered with a big right hand, then a chop, then another right hand, then another chop.  Derecho then spun and put Jacobs down with a discus lariat!

Jacobs popped back up and Derecho put him back down with a short arm clothesline!  Jacobs popped back up and it seemed Derecho had his second wind as he shot Jacobs off to the ropes. He grabbed Jacobs and spun him right into a Tilt-O-Whirl back breaker!  Derecho then reached down and grabbed Jacobs’ legs for a submission hold.

Derecho attempted a Boston Crab, but using the move himself, Jacobs knew how to counter it and he did so by holding onto Derecho’s legs so he couldn’t turn him.  Derecho then reached down further and hooked Jacobs by the waist. Derecho changed it up from a Boston Crab to a pure dead lift where he was looking for a Powerbomb, but Jacobs continued with the momentum and flipped over Derecho into a modified Sunset Flip into a pin!

One…

Two…

Derecho kicked away.

Both men got back to their feet.  Derecho swung with a clothesline, but Jacobs ducked it and took off toward the ropes.  He leapt to the middle rope and bounced off with The Reason There is a Show.. his Asai Moonsault into the Inverted DDT, but Derecho caught him on his shoulder!  The crowd erupted because he was in perfect position for A Forever Reminder, but before Derecho could hit it, Jacobs wriggled free and landed behind Derecho where he cinched in a waist lock.  Derecho fired a pair of elbows into the side of Jacobs’ head which allowed him to break free! 

Derecho then took a step back and to the left and then hooked Jacobs for a Side Russian Leg Sweep, but Jacobs elbowed Derecho in the side of the head and reversed the grip and was successful in hitting a Side Russian Leg Sweep of his own!  Jacobs got back to his feet and quickly made his way over to the corner where he ascended the turnbuckle pads.  He leapt off with the Five Star and this time it connected with tremendous impact!!

Jacobs popped back up and backed into the corner where he slapped the side of his leg.  Jacobs wanted to end it his way… by superkicking Derecho’s head clean off his shoulders.

 All of a sudden, the fans erupted as Keegan made his way out from the backstage area with a noticeable limp. It was apparent that he had been feeling the effects from his incredible match with the Son of Malta earlier in the evening.  Keegan made it down to the ring and hopped up onto the ring apron about the same time Derecho was getting back to his feet.  Keegan taunted Vince much in the same fashion that Vince Jacobs did to him just last week. This caused Vince to take his eyes off Derecho momentarily. Vince wouldn't have any of it and he began to charge in to take a shot at Keegan, but Keegan hopped off the ring apron at the last moment and avoided contact.  At that moment Jacobs quickly realized that he took his eyes off of Derecho for a good minute and that Derecho was still there. When he turned around he charged at Derecho, hoping to catch him off guard, but Derecho scooped up Jacobs in his arms, pivoted, and planted him with a massive spine buster!

Derecho then headed to the corner where he ascended the turnbuckle pads furthest from Jacobs. He missed the first time, but he took aim anyway and leapt off!

SHOW STEALER…

..CONNECTED!

Keegan had a big smile on his face as he gingerly backpeddled up the ramp as he watched Derecho make the cover and hooked the leg of Vince Jacobs!

One….

Two….

THREE!!!

Derecho just pinned NBW’s only Double Champion!!  Derecho didn’t really have a look of surprise, but more or less had a look of awe as if he just took his rightful place on the food chain.  Derecho then slid out of the ring and grabbed both the NBW World Championship and the NBW Keystone Championship and rolled back into the ring with them.

Derecho held both championships up, one in each hand to the roar from the crowd.  The referee tried to remind Derecho that this match was non-title and he was NOT a double champion, but Derecho, very audibly, yelled “FUCK OFF” to the referee and then climbed the turnbuckle pads, holding each title high into the air.

Derecho hopped down, held both belts in his hands and then dropped them on top of Superstar Vince Jacobs.  Derecho then rolled out and backpeddled to up the ramp, keeping his eyes locked on the ring the entire way.   The closing moments of Slam 25 showed Derecho’s egotistical smirk as he stared down a fallen SVJ.

 

Spitting Venom

Jacobs stood in the ring in disbelief. He was just pinned by Derecho because of the distraction by Keegan. Derecho had already made his way to the backstage area after picking up a huge win the second straight week. Jacobs still was the NBW World Heavyweight and Keystone Champion but he didn’t fell like it. Jacobs asked for a microphone as he paced around the ring.

“You son of a bitch. KEEEEGGGAANNN!!”

The fans erupted in cheers at the sound of his name.

“You want to play this little game. You think you’re on my level Keegan. You’re dead wrong. You were lucky to get past Son of Malta earlier and then you have the audacity to limp your crippled ass out her and cost me a match. ME, ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs. I am the only thing that matters in this company, let alone this sport and you dare insult me.”

Vince had to breathe for a second before continuing.

“You are a freaking murderer and Boyle let’s you run around this place all willy nilly. And now you have the opportunity to step in the ring with the greatest wrestler to ever live. Keegan so it now comes down to me literally wrapping my hands around your throat and shoving my boot up your ass for what you have done.”

“You got me Keegan, one on one at Legacy. If you win you’ll take both titles but I have to wonder if I am putting up everything what do you have to put up. Why don’t we say all of nothing huh, Keegan?”

The fans erupted again.

“If you want to fight the greatest wrestler in the world, then we fight for your legacy. I’m putting my titles on the line and you will need to put something you hold dear as well on the line… YOUR CAREER.”

Silence fell across the arena as Jacobs looked around the arena.

“You see these people are in shock. I’m a betting man Keegan and I know you are as well. I am going all in here and putting both titles up for grabs at Legacy. Now you actually do the same, grow a set and put your ho-hum career on the line. I’ll give you a week to think about it.”

Jacobs threw the microphone to the ground before reaching down and grabbing his titles from the mat. He rolled out of the ring and strolled his way up the ramp to a loud chorus of boos from the Chinese faithful. The camera faded out as Jacobs made it to the stage and gave a sly grin to the camera before fading to the NBW logo.