Dexter Davis vs. Chris Card
Written by: Will
FORGET WHAT YOU KNEW
WELCOME TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BATTLEFIELD
FERDINAND: Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Brooklyn, New York City and weighs in tonight at 212lbs. He is known to fans worldwide as the D-E-X, he is DEEEEEEEEXTEEEER DAAAAAAAAAAVIIIIIIS
Dexter Davis bursts through the entrance curtain and strides down towards the ringside with a purpose. Davis doesn't even acknowledge the cheers of the crowd as he is, as the name of the event says, Driven By Hate in his intention tonight. The world's largest JumboTron plays Dexter's entrance video as the crowd get all hyped up at the slaughter they hope to see. Davis steps into the ring with a purpose and stands there, staring a hole in the entrance gate, waiting for Chris Card to appear.
FRANKS: Dexter Davis is a man on a mission tonight. And that mission is to hurt Chris Card.
QUADROS: Davis is a psychopath. He's threatened to kill Chris Card on more than one occasion.
The crowd dies down as cameras show Chris Card, Natasha and Mr Murphy backstage, walking out of their dressing room. The haunting synth and siren like sounds of “Omen (Reprise)” by The Prodigy play as the threesome walk through the backstage area slowly towards the entrance, taking their sweet time as the crowd begins to boo. Card checks his Primetime Title as he psyches himself up for the match, passing members of the backstage staff as he walks through the faceless corridors that make up the backstage area. As the striking chords play, card takes a bottle of water and soaks his body, keeping himself fresh for the upcoming contest. Card lets the crowd work themselves up into a frenzy of hatred as he walks towards the entrance gate and the cameras cut back to the arena.
FRANKS: Chris Card is making Dextger Davis wait here tonight.
QUADROS: It's all in Card's psychology. He's going to make his opponent stew for a couple of minutes before the match.
IT'S AN OMEN!
FERDINAND: And his opponent. He hails from the Rosewood district of Toronto, Ontario, Canada and is the reigning and defending Primetime Champion. Accompanied to ringside by “The Gothic Goddess” Natasha and Mr Murphy, he is “TECHNICAL PERFECTION” CHRIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAARD.
The familiar opening to “Omen” hits as Card and his associates step through the entrance area. Lights across the arena flash purple as Card slowly crosses his heart diagonally and begins pacing his way down to ringside, pausing to look up at the already fuming Dexter Davis. Card hands his title belt off to the ringside official and slides into the ring. And Davis jumps him before the referee has even had a chance to ring the bell! Dropping all pretence of subtlety Davis takes Card down with a rapid double leg and then hammers Card with a rapid fire sequence of closed fists. Card tries to hook his legs round into the rubber guard but the fire behind Davis' blows makes him concentrate more on covering up. Referee Morgan Tanner pulls Dex back for a second to reprimand him on the strikes and Card uses the break to slide out to the floor. Finally referee Tanner calls for the bell to be rung!
Davis stares down Card and backs off, allowing the canny Card to get back into the ring and regain his vertical base. Immediately Dexter charges again, raising his knee up and spiking Card in the chest, sending the Primetime champion staggering back against the ropes. Card staggers forwards, right into a beautiful looking dropkick from Davis, which takes him down to the canvas. Dex composes himself for a second and walks over Card, stomping down onto the champion's chest before hitting a standing moonsault with a tremendous snap to it. Davis is covering Card...
TH.. and Card kicks out.
FRANKS: Davis has come out like a man on fire here. He is diverting a ton of fury in Card's direction.
QUADROS: I think this is all part of Card's larger strategy.
FRANKS: Explain how.
QUADROS: Well... ummm... if I had the wrestling acumen of Chris Card, I wouldn't be sitting here next to YOU, Franks.
Davis lifts Card up off the mat and snaps off a quick pair of roundhouse kicks, Card being too stunned to block. Stepping in, Dexter snapmares Card over and following a quick kick to the back, Dexter charges off the ropes and lands a pinpoint dropkick into Card's face. Dexter punctuates the sequence with a quick pair of stomps and backs off to allow Card to stand, the look of sheer determination on his face showing his burning hatred for his opponent.
Quickening the pace, Davis rushes in towards Card and leaps, spinning in midair and catching Card with a somewhat improvised corkscrew kick. Card staggers forwards as Davis, from the ground, wheels round and sweeps Card's legs from under him, dropping Card to the mat. Davis hops to his feet and, with his back to Card, hits a corkscrew splash, rotating gracefully in midair and landing in a position to cover...
THR... and Card kicks out.
FRANKS: Dexter Davis is looking to keep this match fast paced.
QUADROS: That's because he know that if he slows down, he's going to get caught and tied up like a scout's knot.
Davis again allows Card to stand, grabbing Technical Perfection's arm and hurling him towards the ropes, snapping off a crisp dropkick to flatten the Primetime champion again. Juding the distance carefully, Davis runs towards the ropes himself, springboarding off into a leg drop and getting huge elevation in the process. Card stands, slowly and groggily as Davis kips up and grasps Card immediately, slinging the larger man's body weight over with a beautiful deep armdrag. Card rolls back to his feet and Davis closes and throws Card over effortlessly with a second armdrag. Staggering to his feet, Card is in no position to avoid Davis' next move and the high flyer makes it a trifecta, Card again being sent down to the mat. Davis stands, takes a quick breath and flips himself over backwards with a beautiful standing Shooting Star Press. Referee Tanner drops to count...
THRE... and Card kicks out again.
FRANKS: Dexter Davis showing off his aerial artistry there. He's such a joy to watch in the ring.
QUADROS: Needless flips. I'd prefer a solid technical wrestler any day.
FRANKS: A solid technical wrestler like Card?
All fired up and hunting for blood, Davis looks down at Card after standing and beckons Card to stand again. Davis fires off a quick pair of kicks, each one ricocheting off Card's ribcage with a loud snap. Davis grabs Card's arm and hurls him towards the corner, watching Card rebound off the turnbuckles and stagger backwards into the ring. Lining his charge up, Davis rushes to that same corner, springboards off the ropes on either side and rebounds back with a sublime looking Triangle Enzuigiri. Davis climbs to the top rope and twirls his fingers, singalling for something sppectacular to the crowd. Mr Murphy has other ideas, stepping up onto the ring apron and Dexter has to crouch and swat down at the gigantic Goth, forcing Murphy to hop back down off the apron. The crowd rises to cheer Davis as he leaps off the ring apron, rotating a full 630 degrees as he lands back first... right across the knees of Card, the distraction having given him time to recover a little. Davis rolls away, clutching his back.
QUADROS: What a mistake! That's left a huge opening for Card to capitalise on.
FRANKS: Only because of the interference!
QUADROS: I believe that Card would have got his knees up either way.
Slowly standing, Card bursts out that familiar smile of his, the smile that annoys his opponents and drives his nemeses into a fury. Dexter barely gets up to his knees before the first of Card's lethal arsenal of kicks comes in, a roundhouse kick right to the side of Davis' skull. Reaching in quicklyl, Card grabs for a side headlock and drags Dex to his feet, throwing a couple of vicious Muay Thai knees for good measure. Card cranks hard on the neck for a couple of seconds before rolling head over onto Card's shoulder and snapping off a neckbreaker. Card runs the ropes and uses the momentum to add a little extra height as he leaps into the air and drives his knees injto the centre of Dexter's chest. Card covers...
THR... NO! The crowd cheers Dexter's kickout wildly.
QUADROS: And now we get to see the master at work.
Card lifts Davis off the mat and lashes his chest with a chop that echoes around the arena. A mix of “WOOO!” and “BOOO!” can be heard as Card follows with a second. Flawlessly mixing his martial arts and professional wrestling, Card lands a couple of stiff kicks and a quick Inverted Atomic Drop, leaving Dexter grabbing his crotch in pain. Card waits for Dexter to stagger forward a couple of steps before grasping an arm across Dexter's throat and hitting a rapid Reverse STO. On the mat now, Card floats around, locking up Davis' shoulder with his legs and cranking back on the neck.
FRANKS: If Card can control the match from the mat, he has a much greater chance of winning.
QUADROS: Turning the inevitable into the certain.
Reaching forwards towards the ropes, Dexter Davis grasps and clutches the bottom rope, forcing Card to break the hold, waiting of course for the maximum amount of time in the five count before breaking. Card stands and laughs towards the crowd as he soaks up their hatred. As Dexter Davis gets back to a vertical base, Card strikes like a viper, leading with a left leg roundhouse, following up with the right leg and then a quick pair of chops again, leaving huge welts across Davis' muscular chest. Card then snaps off a dropkick of rare beauty indeed, sending Davis reeling.
QUADROS: The best dropkick in the business!
Card rolls forward, ending up behind the groggy Davis and wraps his arms into a back waistlock. Card turns a little, aiming his next move with immense precision before launching Davis into the turnbuckles with a German Suplex. Card closes in, firing a knee strike, chop, kick, chop, MASSIVE enzuigiri combination. Davis struggles to gain a little composure, swinging a blow at Card who weaves out of the way. Card ducks a second swing slightly to his left and counters by wrapping his hand around Davis' throat. Card leads Davis into the centre of the ring and steps his leg behind Davis', sweeping him down to the mat!
QUADROS: SPACE TORNADO CARD!
THR... and Davis kicks out!
QUADROS: That was close.
FRANKS: And Dexter Davis is showing a lot of heart kicking out of that.
QUADROS: Heart doesn't win matches. Brains do.
Card stands and gives the referee an askew glance at the count. He looks down at Dexter Davis and smiles to himself. Card waits for Davis to sit up as he slowly crosses his heart. Locking Dexter in a hammerlock while the younger athlete is still seated. Card pulls Dexter up, hammerlock still applied and loudly declares for the crowd, “ALPHA!” Card bends Dexter backwards a little and applies an inverted facelock. The smile on Card's face is clear for all the crowd to see and boo. With a deliberate snap, Card snaps Dexter backwards and drops him the the mat and locks his legs around Dex's waist.
FRANKS: CARDIAC ARREST APLHA! CHRIS CARD CLUTCH! Card is looking to win this match by tapout with the C3!
QUADROS: Dexter Davis is in severe trouble now. That C3 is an enormously difficult hold to escape!
Struggling to escape, Dexter Davis squirms within the hold as Card wrenches on his neck, keeping the Dragon Sleeper part of the hold firmly applied. The referee checks on Davis' condition as Card maintains the pressure and the crowd audibly gasps as the JumboTron shows his face with all the life draining slowly away from it. Card grits his teeth in concentration, stgretching and straining on Dexter Davis' throat, knowing he's just three taps on the mat of Davis' free arm from victory. Card looks over at the referee, indicating with his head that it might be worth asking Davis' if he's going to tap.
Any reply is inaudible but Davis doesn't seem close to saying anything. Morgan Tanner slowly lifts Dexter's free arm up, and the crowd gasps again as it drops limpy to the mat. The crowd begins a slow chant, building up of “DEEEX-TEEEEER,” but Davis doesn't seem to respond as he gets his arm raised again by Morgan Tanner.
FRANKS: This could be it. If Dexter Davis' arm drops again, Chris Card wins by submission.
QUADROS: For all his fire and passion, the cold, calculating technical style of Chris Card has won the day again.
The arm hangs in the air for a second as Morgan Tanner releases it, and slumps a little, wavering on the point of dropping to the mat. The crowd sighs, almost in resignation as Dexter Davis' faltering consciousness nearly deserts him. Nearly. But not quite. The arm wavers for a longer time in the air as Card wrenches back one last time. And suddenly, prompting an explosion from the crowd, Davis' arm juts straight up! The roar is nearly deafening as Davis reaches around and lands a couple of desperate blows to the side of Card's face, making him release the hold a little! Davis bucks his body and SLIDES FREE!
FRANKS: DAVIS ESCAPES! Card just couldn't quite finish him off there! Davis is free!
Davis slowly regains his vertical base, and Card is ready and waiting for him, standing himself and powering a roundhouse kick into Davis' ribs. Davis wobbles but doesn't move. Card tries with a roundhouse with his other leg, and again Davis sucks it up, clenching his fists and snarling! The crowd chants “DEXTER DAVIS!” as Card lashes in a third kick to the ribs. Card spins around and attempts to connect with a rolling heel kick to Davis' temple, but Davis ducks! Card uses his momentum to turn again, this time lashing out with a knockout quality backfist, but AGAIN Davis ducks! And Davis EXPLODES with a flurry of his own!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPINNING SLAP! Card is reeling and rocking from Davis' sudden burst of offense! Roundhouse Enzuirigi! Card ducks forward, his composure shaken by the ferocity of Davis' relentless attack! Davis quickly runs the ropes and SMASHES Card in the face with a flying knee!
FRANKS: THE BUSIAKU KNEE! I don’t know where Dexter Davis is getting this energy from! But his heart, his desire are showing through.
Davis looks down at Chris Card, laying on the mat and drags him roughly to a vertical base. After throwing a couple of stiff looking kicks to make sure the reigning Primetime Champion is still unsteady on his feet. Davis ducks low and drives a shoulder into the chest of Chris Card, letting Card's body slump over into Davis' fireman's carry. Davis breathes in deeply and drops down into a somersault kick into the falling Card's head!
FRANKS: GO 2 PELE! COVER HIM!
THRE.... NO! Card kicks out at the very last fraction of a second! Davis stands and crosses his throat with a finger, signalling that this is death for Chris Card. Davis backs off and allows Card to stand, struggling and groggy from the Go 2 Pele kick. Davis charges and in one smooth motion hooks into the crucifix pin position, slides round and turns the move into a piledriver!
FRANKS: THAT'S IT! MKD!
Davis covers again...
The crowd stands in expectation of the pin cover, but referee Tanner is busy being distracted by Natasha, who has hopped up onto the ring apron to take the referee's vision away from the pin cover. Card is out cold as Dexter Davis makes the crowd cheer like their wives just gave god damn birth by moving to the top rope! Davis looks down at Chris Card, preparing to hit Freya's Wish and end Chris Card's reign as champion for good... AND MR MURPHY PULLS DOWN ON ONE OF DAVIS' LEGS, CROTCHING HIM ON THE TOP ROPE. Natasha steps into the ring, with the referee protesting at her interference as Card slowly raises himself onto his kness. With his evil smile returning to his face, Card nods at Natasha as she stomps her foot on the mat. Mr Murphy positions Dexter's crotch in front of the turnbuckle pad as Morgan Tanner signals for the ring bell and for the match to be thrown out.
Lining her shot up perfectly, Natasha fires out with her leg, SUPERKICKING DEXTER DAVIS IN THE CROTCH!
QUADROS: THE STERILIZER! Man that move makes me wince.
FRANKS: With this Pay Per View being upgraded to a TV Mature rating I can finally speak my mind on this. This is bullshit, Ray. This is fucking bullshit and I'm not afraid to admit it. Chris Card knew he had lost and now his associates are beating down on Dexter Davis.
Mr Murphy hops down off the ring apron as with a little help from the recovered Card and Natasha, Dexter Davis is worked down into a seated position in front of the ropes. Mr Murphy reaches into the deep pockets of his trenchcoat and pulls out a pair of handcuffs as the crowd boos their Texan hearts out. Natasha gracefully slides out of the ring and retrieves her handcuffs from her husband and as Mr Murphy pulls Davis' arms back, Natasha handcuffs him to the ringpost.
FERDINAND: Your winner of this match, by disqualification, DEEEEEEEXTEEER DAAA...
Card snatches the microphone away from Freddy Ferdinand and with heavy breath and slow deliberate words, he puffs and pants out...
CARD: And now.... we.... have... some... fun....
Grabbing a chair, Natasha slides back into the ring and holds the cold hard steel across Dexter Davis' face. Card lines up and runs in, hitting a hesitation dropkick on the chair and sending it crashing into Davis' facial features. Mr Murphy joins the pair in the ring and at a rapid yet still lumbering gait, smashes the chair again with a running knee. Natasha pulls the chair away to reveal the stead stream of crimson flowing down Dexter Davis' face.
CARD: You wanted... blood? You.... got.... blood....
The fearsome threesome all take their shot at the handcuffed Davis, boot after boot being stamped down into Davis' body. Card stops to pose for the crowd as Natasha drives the soul of her boot hard into Davis' ribs.
FRANKS: This is insane! Somebody has to come and stop this! Dexter Davis is defenseless.
QUADROS: And who's going to save Dexter Davis now?
Who indeed? The answer comes in a flurry from the back as Freya Davis sprints out from backstage, mic in hand.
FREYA: STOP! STOP THIS! THIS IS MADNESS!
Card turns to stare down Freya as she climbs into the ring and calls off the troops.
CARD: Freya.... we have... Davis... at a disadvantage... and you want.. us to... stop?
Card is still breathing heavily, but he stands there and contemplates Freya's plea for mercy. Freya places her hands together and nods at Card as Natasha and Mr Murphy back away from the corner, Natasha holding the chair she brought in to help the attack on Dex.
CARD: Well... you're right. We should stop this attack. I think we've done enough damage to Dexter Davis tonight.
CLAAAANG! AND NATASHA SMASHES FREYA KANE DAVIS ROUND THE BACK OF HER HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!
CARD: Of course.... we didn't say anything... about you.
Deliberately laying the chair down on the mat, Natasha kicks the stunned Freya in the sternum and lifts her up effortlessly into the powerslam position. Sitting out, Natasha delivers the VAMPIRE'S KISS ONTO THE CHAIR!
CARD: I don't hit women... Dexter... But your wife... interfering in one of my matches...
Natasha picks the limp body of Freya up and effortlessly slams her down with the RIP.
CARD: She put herself... in the sights... of someone who does....
Finally Natasha drags Freya up for a final blow, by the throat, her long black fingernails clasped tight, goozling the poor wife of Dexter Davis...
CARD: She left her destiny...
Natasha lifts Freya up, holding her tight and choking the life out of her, positioning her above the chair...
CARD: In the Hand of Fate.
AND NATASHA POWERS FREYA DOWN ONTO THE CHAIR, SITTING OUT TO ENHANCE THE POWER OF THE CHOKESLAM! FREYA IS OUT! Dexter Davis screams “NO!” as he has to watch, powerless as Natasha viciously leaves Freya lying. Officials rush out from the back to set Davis free as Card, Natasha and Mr Murphy retreat towards the back, stopping on the ramp to pose one more time for the braying Texas crowd, calls of hatred, boos and jeers ringing out. Card's evil smile is delivered one more time towards the ring as the three back away, leaving behind them a scene of total devastation.
Tony Field vs. Ashton Crowley
Written by: Donnie
JJ Adams: Here we are, back live in St. Louis for the second and final match of the night here.
Johnson McConnell: That’s right, and this should be a good one. It’s the hometown guy, Tony Field, versus his former tag team partner and friend, Ashton Crowley.
JJ Adams: Friends is a bit of an understatement. Crowley was at one point married to Field’s sister and is the godfather of his children. Not to mention was at one point a mentor of sorts for Crowley when he first broke into this business about a decade ago.
Johnson McConnell: Either way, JJ, this match is going to be a barn burner.
The scene cuts to the sold out Grounds, located in St. Louis. The fans are loud with anticipation as they’ve been watching the live feed of Driven by Hate on the big screen.
Suddenly the lights go out and the fans go mad.
“In Ashes They Shall Reap” by Hatebreed is heard over the PA.
BORN TO BLEED
FIGHTING TO SUCCEED
BUILT TO ENDURE
WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME
A spotlight on the entrance ramp begins to pulse to the beat of the kick drum as the words repeat.
BORN TO BLEED
FIGHTING TO SUCCEED
BUILT TO ENDURE
WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME
An explosion goes off on the entrance ramp and sparks fly from the soundstage and fall from the rafters as Ashton Crowley walks slowly out onto the entrance ramp while the crowd showers him with boos. Making no acknowledgment of the crowd whatsoever, Crowley slowly walks down the entrance ramp, rage slowly bubbling through his stoic appearance.
He reaches the ring and slides in underneath the ropes, sliding to the middle of the ring before hopping up and turning towards the entrance. He strips off his t-shirt with a stylized “AC” on the front and “Packing Ambulances since 2001” on the back and tosses it over the ring ropes to the floor below. He paces the ring as the crowd boos him, stretching on the ropes before crouching down in a corner, waiting for his opponent.
The lights dim all over the arena. An audio clip plays over the public announce system, as the voice of David Della Rocco is heard.
"There's two kinds of people in this world, when you boil it all down. You got your Talkers and your Doers. Most people are just Talkers, all they got is talk. But when its all said and done... it's the Doers who change this world, and when they do that, they change us. And that's why we never forget them. So which one are you? Do you just talk about it? Or do you stand up and do something about it? Because believe you me, all the rest of it is just coffee house bullshit. "
Then the lights go completely out in the arena for a few seconds. Then the big screen cuts to a countdown.
The Game Changes in
...5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1
All goes silent for a moment. A guitar riff opens up for a few moments, then the words “Yeah, GO” are screamed as “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play simultaneously a loud boom goes off as pyro explode at the entrance of the ramp as green and golden lights tint the entire arena. As the pyro clears, Tony Field is seen standing at the top of the ramp with a smirk on his face as the fans reign down their boos and "Die Tony Die" chants break out.
Suddenly the lights go out again, interrupting Field’s entrance. Tubular bells are heard again, then the screen flashes words across it.
“The time is soon…”
Then the lights come back on and Field’s music starts to play just as if it were never interrupted. Field, with a puzzled look on his face, shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably trying to play it off and makes his way to the ring.
As Tony makes his way to the ring, looking to the fans in disgust as he struts down to the ring with a certain swagger. When he reaches the apron he climbs on to it, grabs the top rope and springboards into the ring. Field walks over to the far turnbuckle, jumps to the top, and just stands there, with his classic smirk on his face before jumping down and leaning against the turnbuckle.
Crowley the smiles across the ring, with a mic in hand.
Crowley: Oh yeah, I gotta choose the ref, so here is…
Crowley motions toward the entrance and out steps PWA fill-in referee Eddie Dean, walking down to the ring still bruised from the beating he took a few weeks prior at the hands of Field and Terminus. Field wears an angry look as Crowley looks genuinely happy.
JJ Adams: This is bad news for Field. Just a few weeks ago Field and Terminus destroyed Eddie Dean after feeling slighted in a match.
Johnson McConnell: It’s genius is what it is. Crowley is taking a play out of Field’s playbook trying to stack the deck in his favor. I like it.
JJ Adams: It should make for an interesting, if not unfair match. But hey, what goes around comes around, right?
Eddie Dean climbs in the ring, looks to both Field and Crowley, and then calls for the bell. Field comes rushing out of the ring first, barreling at Crowley with a clothesline. Crowley ducks underneath as Field hits the ring ropes and rebounds back. Crowley goes for a standing clothesline of his own, but Field manages to duck underneath it, stops in his tracks, and grabs Crowley from behind, trying to take him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Crowley, with a wide base, blocks the movie, spins, hooks Field, and tries to go for a suplex. Field slides over Crowley, lands on his feet behind him, and then goes for a spinning wheel kick. Crowley dodges the kick as Field hits the mat and quickly gets up, backing away from Crowley.
JJ Adams: What a display of attempts and counters. If this is what we are in store for, this could be a great match up.
Johnson McConnell: It’s because these two know each other so well. They’ve been up down the road together for so long that they know one another that well. It comes with the territory.
The two competitors back off for a moment, eyeing one another up after a stalemate. They both circle one another and then finally meet center ring again, this time with a tie up. Crowley, the larger of the two, pushes Field into corner. Crowley goes for the knee to the gut but Field slips past him and somehow ends up with a rear wristlock. Field torques the wrist, but then Crowley comes up with a standing switch, locking on a wristlock of his own. Field shakes his arm, trying to loosen the grip. When he gets nothing he tries to direct them toward the corner, then runs up the turnbuckle, flipping himself behind Crowley. Field then hooks Crowley and goes for a Russian leg sweep, only to have Crowley hit him with an elbow to the face stopping the move as Field backs away again.
JJ Adams: Early on we are at a stalemate. Looks like Field is getting frustrated.
Johnson McConnell: Looks that way, he’s rolling out of the ring to get his thoughts together. You can tell he’s a former student of Derek Daughtery, that was something he did all the time.
JJ Adams: Nice name drop.
Johnson McConnell: What can I say, Derek was my Ashton Crowley. He and I tagged up for years.
Field rolls out of the ring for a moment, eyeing up his opponent, trying to come up with another approach. Referee Eddie Dean starts to count.
…1 …2 …3
JJ Adams: Look at this, what’s Crowley doing???
Crowley gives Dean a knowing look, who stops his count. Crowley then rolls out of the ring and goes for Field. Field runs around the corner from him, rolling into the ring. Crowley follows him into the ring only to take a boot to the back of the head knocking him down to the mat. Crowley tries to get up again, but catches another boot to the back of the head. Field then steps back a second, giving Crowley the chance to get up. Just as he does Field gives him a kick to the gut doubling him over and then takes him to the mat with a DDT. Field drops for the cover, but before Eddie Dean can even count, Crowley presses him off of him.
JJ Adams: Smart move by Field, but Crowley still kicks out quickly. The part that irks me though, is Dean stopping the count out at the behest of Crowley.
Johnson McConnell: It’s a strategy. As a strategy it works. Smart play by Crowley, he wants the match to go the duration.
JJ Adams: I get that, but Dean doing his bidding?
Johnson McConnell: If you took a beating like what Dean did at the hands of Field, you may very well do the same.
JJ Adams: Ehhh…two wrongs don’t make a right…
Johnson McConnell: No, but it sure as hell makes you feel better about yourself.
Both men back on their feet eye each other up. Crowley moves first, feigning with a right hand, putting Field on the defensive, then he kicks him in the shin just before grabbing his arm. Crowley pulls Field in toward him and drives his shoulder into his midsection then whips him into the mat. Field hits the ropes and bounces back and Crowley goes for a bicycle kick, but Field slides around him and hits a club to the back of the neck. Crowley stumbles forward and turns as Field is about to hit a forearm. Crowley catches the forearm with his, and sends Field to the mat with a hip toss.
JJ Adams: Another reversal. What a display early on from these two. You have to wonder what its going to take for one of these two men to get an arm up.
Johnson McConnell: I don’t know, but the poor saps in Dallas are missing a helluva match here. It was smart of Field to blackout the event in the Dallas arena. It makes it feel a bit more special.
Crowley follows up the hip toss with a falling elbow on Field, driving it into Field’s chest. Crowley goes to drop another elbow, but Field rolls out of the way as Crowley hits nothing but the canvas of the mat.
Both men pop back up to their feet and circle each other once again, the capacity