Jacob Smith vs. Eric McLean
Written by: Andrew
~ With the arena encased in darkness some fans begin holding up lighters. A low melodic guitar riff begins, and then leads into the haunting voice of Miles Kennedy as “Slip to the Void” by Alter Bridge begins to play.~
-Slip to the void
-To the dark
-To the fall
-Crawl to the life you should have known
-You should never come this way
-To test the hands of fate
-You don't belong here
~ Cheers erupt as Jacob Smith steps out into a spotlight that was shining down on the ramp way.~
-Peel back the skin
-Close your eyes
-Hell is born
-To the abyss, but be warned
-You fear what you've become
-My God what have you done?
-You don't belong here
~ The softer, haunting tone of the song gives way to a heavier beat and more aggressive growl from Kennedy as the spotlight follows the Smith, who begins to walk towards the ring. He climbs up the steps and into the ring where he waits for his opponent. ~
~ Flogging Molly's "Black Friday Rule" blasts over the PA system, and the crowd rises to their feet and pops when twin bursts of red pyro erupt during the first notes of the son. They continue to cheer when Eric McLean inside the arena, along with his lovely wife, Sadie Sanderson, during the acoustic section of the introduction. Sadie takes the lead, urging the crowd to make even more nose, and the spectators in attendance seem happy to oblige this request. Grinning sheepishly, Eric follows her down the ramp, taking time to slap some of the fans hands that are being extended toward him. As they reach the ring, Eric nods and grins at his spouse, before he slides under the bottom rope and takes a deep breath as he waits for the match to begin. ~
~ The two competitors exchange quick, respectful nods at the sound of the bell; after a moment spent circling the ring, the two decide to dispense with any further feeling process and make the mutual decision to lunge forward into a lock-up. Jacob and Eric spend a few seconds jockeying for position until Eric gains control by scrambling around his rival and applying a rear waist-lock. McLean instantly lifts his opponent up and slams him down hard onto his stomach, and then rolls him over onto his back and arches into a bridge for the first pin-fall attempt of the match: 1...2...Jacob rolls out of the pinning combination back to a seated position; and then proceeds to work his way to his knees and then performs a nice Granby Roll to put Eric onto his back. Now it's Jacob's turn to arch back into a bridge, forcing his opponent's shoulders to the mat for a pinning attempt of his own: 1...2...Kick Out! ~
~ The two men scramble back to their feet as the crowd applauds the exchange, and pause for a moment before they engage in another lock-up. This time, it's Jacob who gains control by dropping down into a quick Arm-drag, and then chaining into a kneeling arm-bar. Eric winces as his opponent applies pressure to the hold, but keeps his cool and quickly works his way to his feet. The former Jake Keeton responds by stomping down hard on the back of Eric's leg, forcing him back down to one knee, and then delivers a stiff elbow to the limb he's holding. McLean grimaces, but quickly regains his composure, and responds by performing a smooth roll through into position that allows him to arch back into a bridge and snap off a nasty kick into his opponent's arm, causing Jacob to grunt in pain! ~
~ As Sadie applauds her husband, Eric quickly rises to his feet and grabs the targeted arm and then immediately drops into a Double Knee Arm-breaker! Keet...um...Smith curses as he drops to his knees, and clutches his limb, and McLean quickly takes advantage of the situation by wrapping the injured arm around his leg and rolling his opponent into a Magistral Cradle for another pinfall attempt: 1...2...T-Shoulder Up! Undaunted, McLean grabs Smith's damage arm and bends it behind him into a Hammerlock; he then spins his opponent around and takes him over into a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex in another attempt to gain the win: 1...2...TH-Shoulder Up Again! Red remains unfazed and applies the hammerlock, and then takes him over again, this time into a Vertical Suplex variation; instead of going for the pin, McLean rolls through the move and coverts the hold into a Kimura Armlock in an effort to secure the submission! ~
~ Dueling chants of "Tap!" and "Please Don't Tap!" erupt throughout the arena as Eric starts to crank on the hold, causing Jacob to yell in agony. Andy Sheppard asks Jacob if he wants to call it a night..."Hell no!". Instead Smith wills himself back to his feet and then displays some impressive power by lifting his foe up then falls backward into a sick modified Back Bodydrop Driver that spikes Mclean head-first into the mat! OH! Both men remain down following this exchange, with McLean clutching his head and his foe desperately trying to shake some feeling back into his arm. After a moment, Jacob rises to his feet and then pulls Eric up by the hair and sends him reeling back into the corner with a European Uppercut. As his fans cheer, Smith back up to the other side of the ring, and charges forward into a stiff Running Corner Elbow that causes a groggy Eric to stumble out of the corner; Keeton...um...Smith...Then races off the ropes and follows up with a wicked Running Lariat that connects with such force that it causes Mclean to flip in mid-air before he crashes to the mat! ~
~ Having completed his signature strike sequence, Smith then drops down and applies the cover to his stricken opponent: 1...2...Thr-NO! McLean kicks out! Jacob just shrugs and pulls his rival off the mat by the arm and pulls him into a Short-Arm Clothesline. Smith pulls Eric back up and connects with a second Short-Arm Clothesline that drops him like a bad habit. Once again, Jacob pulls his rival back to his feet, but this time he pulls him into his grasp and sends him crashing onto his head and shoulders with a well executed Exploder Suplex! Smith then rises to his feet and applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg as the ref tolls the count: 1...2...THRE-NO! Shoulder up at the last moment! Eric's fans cheer the kid's toughness, but his opponent doesn't seem quite as impressed, because he simply pulls his rival back to his feet and then takes him over with a nice Dragon Suplex! Jacob then rolls through the move and then connects with a Tiger Suplex. Once again, Smith rolls through his feet and then connects with a Pumphandle Suplex that sends Eric crashing to the mat yet again! ~
Franks: MULTI-PLEX, you mean! Remember...We can't use the old names to describe the move sequence we just witnessed!
Quadros: Fine...Whatever! The fact is, no matter what it's called, that should be enough to finish the match!
~ The Wrestler Formerly Known as Jake Keeton appears to agree, because he breaks out into a slight grin as he drops down and hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1...2...THREE! NO! WAIT! NOT THREE! ERIC KICKED OUT! Sadie lets out a joyous cry and begins to cheer her husband on, but Jacob isn't about to allow his opponent to get his hopes up and simply pulls him into a grounded version of the Dragon Sleeper/Bodyscissors combo that he now calls NAP TIME! McLean's eyes go wide with pain and his opponent applies pressure to the choke, and for a moment it appears as though he's about to contemplate the idea of tapping out! But in the next moment, he forces himself to stand up and then drops down into a modified Backpack Stunner that causes Smith to stumble back into the ropes! Jacob manages to shake off the effects of the last move, and quickly charges at his rising opponent...But Eric manages to time his opponent and meets him with a beautiful Standing Dropkick that sends him crashing to the mat as if shot! ~
Franks: SEEING RED!
~ Once again, both men remain on the canvas following that last exchange; but even though McLean is obviously still feeling the effects of all the abuse he suffered, he's still better off than his opponent and after a few moments manages to get up and dive on top of his opponent for a pin-fall attempt: 1...2...TH-NO! Kick Out by Smith just before the three count. Red sighs slightly in disappointment quickly pulls himself together and waits for his opponent to rise; he then sends him staggering backward into the ropes with his own series of alternating jabs to the body and head, and then whips him into the ropes and then leaps up to catch him flush in the face with a sick Jumping Superkick! SEEING RED! COVER! 1...2....THREE-NO! Jacob JUST manages to kick out at the last possible moment! ~
~ Sadie groans and pounds the mat in frustration, and Eric's mouth drops open in disbelief because he could have sworn he got all of that Super-kick. But after a moment, he hears his wife advise him to keep the pressure on and not give his opponent any chance to recover. With that in mind, McLean pulls his rival up by the arm and twists it into an arm-wringer; he then drapes his leg across the arm and spikes his foe to the mat with a nasty Arm-scissor DDT! SCARLET FEVER! As Red's fan's and his wife cheer their lungs out, McLean shoots the half nelson and rolls his opponent over to cover, making certain to hook the leg on the ensuing count: 1...2...THREEEEEENOOOOO! Another Kick Out by Smith! Now Jacob's fans' let out a loud cheer, while Eric flops on the mat and takes deep breaths of air in an effort to keep his emotions in check. After a moment he climbs to his feet and waits for his opponent to drag himself off the mat, before he slides behind him and starts to apply the Cross-face Chicken Wing that sets up either his ERIC'S TRIP Millennium Suplex, or CRIMSON TIDE submission finisher....!!!~
~ But Smith seems to know that this is coming, because as soon as Eric starts to cinch it in he desperately lunges forward and JUST manages to hook his hands around the ropes near one of the corners, and hangs onto them even as his opponent tries with all his might to pull him back into the Eric's Trip! Finally, Eric releases his grip at the count of four; only to plant him with a stiff series of forearms that leave him slumped against the turnbuckles. Eric then whips his opponent back first into the corner, and tries to follow him in with a Flying Corner Knee Strike to the face! NOBODY HOME! Smith dives out of the way, and as Eric stumbles backward on the impact, capitalizes on the opening by jumping to the top rope and sailing off into a Missile Dropkick to the face! McLean sprawls to the mat against the opposite set of turnbuckles, and Smith follows up with another Dropkick...this one a Running Hesitation Dropkick that connects FLUSH against the face of his battered opponent! ~
~ Sensing that he has his opponent in a bad way, Smith quickly pulls his rival away from the ropes and then vaults to the top rope again before making a shooting motion with his hand down at his opponent and leaping off into a spectacular Shooting Star Legdrop that connects flush across his rival's neck! SHOOT TO THRILL! As his fans pop for one of his best known moves, Jacob smiles and applies the cover, making certain to hook both legs: 1...2....THREEEEEENOOOOO! Another Kick Out! Now it's Smith's turn to look completely aghast, and Sadie's turn to cheer, but Smith quickly regroups and then pulls his rival back to his feet before applying a front face-lock so that he can end matters with the Rolling Neckbreaker he calls IDENTITY CRISIS! WAIT! ERIC COUNTERS! Somehow, McLean is able to lift his opponent up by the legs and fall backward into a Hotshot that drops Smith throat first across the top rope! Jacobs staggers backward, and can't defend himself when Eric applies the Cross-face Chicken Wing and takes him over into THE ERIC'S TRIP! BRIDGE! COVER!
1...........2.............THREEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOO! Smith JUST managed to kick out at 2.999999999!!!!!!!~
~ McLean and his wife both exchange looks of complete shock, and Sadie shakes his head and mouths the words "You gotta finish this now, Red", to which Eric replies by nodding and saying "I know, babe...I know". McLean's eyes then burn with fiery determination as he pulls his opponent back to his feet and doubles him over with a kick to the gut. Eric then sets him up for the RED ALERT...NO! NOW SMITH COUNTERS! Somehow, Jacob finds a way to pick his opponent up by the legs and then charges forward and rams him back first into the turnbuckles! Smith then proceeds to deliver a nice Belly to Belly Suplex out the corner that sends his opponent flying across the ring! After taking a deep breath, Smith ducks out to the ring apron and then waits for McLean to rise and then spring baords off the top rope into a Dragonrana that's meant to end the match! NO! Eric catches him, power-bombs him down, and in one smooth motion,somersaults forward into a Jack-knife pinning combination! ~
ONE...TWO...THREE-NOOOOOO!! SO CLOSE! BUT SMITH KICKS OUT AND IS STILL IN THIS!
~ Eric glares down at his rival as the latter starts to struggle to his feet, and then wraps him up in a tight clinch and buries knee after knee into his gut! McLean then pulls his opponent into a Butterfly Lock, and then lifts him up with the intent of connecting with a Double Underhook Cross Armbreaker in order to finally convince his opponent to quit and bring an end to this hard fought match! NO! Can you believe this!? Keet....Um...Smith blocks by shifting his weight, and then immediately twists around and pulls his opponent into a Backslide Pinning Combination! Without wasting a moment, Jacob Smith busts out a move from his sister's playbook and bridges over his rival while keeping the pinning combination locked in! Eric desperately tries to kick out out, but Smith hangs on with all his might! ~
*DING! DING! DING!*
*MASSIVE FACE POP!*
Ferdinand: Here is your winner.....By pin-fall....JACOB SMITH!!!!!!!!
~ Jacob rises to his feet and breaks out into a wide and very pleased grin...which fades slightly as he turns his attention to a disconsolate McLean as the latter sits against the ropes and half-heartedly accepts the words of consolation from his wife. Stepping forward, Smith extends his hand and mouths the words "Good match, Red. Hope your kid feels better." McLean breaks out into a wan smile and accepts the offer of the hand shake, and then climbs up and raises Jacob's hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. The fans cheer the newcomer, and give him a nice ovation as he and his wife exit the arena, and their cheering grows even louder as they salute the victor and chant "Welcome Home! Welcome Home!" at the top of their lungs! ~
TAG TEAM MATCH
Zex © & Brutus Pryde vs. Jason Sandman & Slade
Written by: Sam
Franks: And now the match I have been waiting for all night, especially since Logan Steel came out here and laid down The Networks law.
Quadros: Logan Steel is just a pompous English twat; just because men like Nighthawk respect the guy doesn’t mean he has the credentials to become a Network Representative.
Before the match is underway kicks in over the speakers prompting PWA commissioner The Butcher to make his way out on stage, The Butcher gives the fans a salute and then makes his way to ringside.
Quadros: Speaking of an old man who doesn’t know when to quit here comes The Butcher.
Franks: That’s no way to talk about the man who signs your pay cheques.
Quadros: Not for long...
Franks: What did you just say?
Quadros: Oh great he is heading this way.
The Butcher makes his way to the announce table where he takes a steel chair and joins the announce team, he places on his head set and nods to the time keeper and then to Referee Steve Upshaw.
Franks: I would like to welcome you out here tonight, any reason you are at ringside?
Butcher: Actually there is, I am on a scouting mission for the big War Games match in a few weeks time, I think Jason Sandman could be the perfect candidate to step inside the cage...I take it you don’t say hello anymore Ray?
Quadros: To you? No.
Franks: Watch your mouth Ray.
Butcher: It’s ok Carl, he has his bonus coming up soon, but I may have to review it.
“Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in thus signalling the arrival of “The Artist.”
Butcher: I almost forgot Zex doesn’t care for Freddy Ferdinand calling his name does he?
Franks: Well the arrogant and disrespectful Zex doesn’t much like anyone here in PWA.
Quadros: Would you listen to you two, you sound like a couple of mothers outside school complaining about the naughty kid, Zex is an Artist and he picks and chooses who announces him to the ring, he doesn’t allow some second rate loser like Ferdinand defile his name.
Butcher: Instead he chose a nice guy like you to do it last week, I’d rather have Ferdinand announce me to the ring any day of the week.
On the stage out walks Zex clad in a long hooded robe, his face and body complete covered, he stands dead centre and raises a microphone to his lips.
Zex: First I want to introduce my Tag Team Partner this evening, he is the towering mass, the power house, the ass kicking machine...He is BRUTUS PRYDE!
From behind the curtain out steps Pryde clad in black and red MMA trunks, black and red boots and gloves and a black T-Shirt that reads “TRINTY SWALLOWS!” Pryde raises his hands in the air and stares forward with a snarl.
Quadros: Ha, ha! Trinty swallows!
Butcher: Well that ain’t no way to talk about another mans woman.
Franks: Especially a man like Slade, he will take this personally and with the new stipulation added by Logan Steel, he will want this revenge.
Zex: And now I want to introduce my VERY SPECIAL GUEST Ring Announcer for this evening, she is not only beautiful and intelligent but incredible talented and ferocious...I am of course talking about none other that...THE GOTHIC GODDESS...NATASHA!
Omen" by The Prodigy sounds as Natasha with her husband Mr Murphy make their way on stage, she offers Zex a kind nod and raises the microphone to her mouth.
Natasha: Introducing, and adding some much needed culture into your miserable little lives, he weighs in tonight at an aesthetically perfect two hundred and thirty pounds and fights out of Exhibition Place in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the Matisse of Matwork, the Gogin of Grappling and the Picasso of the Pinfall. He is the PWA's resident auteur and artistic genius. This... is... Zex.
With that said the lights go out, the fans cheer in awe not knowing what to expect it’s as if Natasha’s words ushered in the darkness.
Franks: What the hell is going on now?
Quadros: Well why we sit here in the dark, I have to say Butch, you missed the boat by not hiring Natasha as ring announcer she was pretty damn good.
Butcher: That she was, if only she wasn’t so PSYCHOTIC.
Suddenly a gong sounds across the arena followed by a huge Lightning Blot that hits the stage causing a spotlight to appear over the where Zex is standing, he then throws off his robe exposing a very elaborate and gothic looking wrestling attire, where he has big purple gloves and boots on, the lights slowly fade to normal and you can see that Zex is not only wearing black gothic wrestling attire but he is carrying an urn in his hand and has dyed his multicoloured hair bright GINGER!
Butcher: Zex has been playing mind games with Slade all week and I have to say the way Slade has been acting these mind games have worked.
Quadros: That’s because Zex is smarter than both Jason Sandman and Slade combined.
Butcher: Does he always run his mouth like this?
Franks: The answer is yes.
With that said Zex and Pryde make there way to the ring with huge grins on their faces, the roll inside and await for their opponents.
Ferdinand: And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of 590Lbs, they are the team of Slade and Jason Sandman...
Live your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron, as Sandman and Slade walk out on the entrance Ramp, both ready for their No Holds Barred match with Zex and Pryde, they walk to the ring confidently.
Butcher these two men have their game faces on they climb into the ring as the referee tells them the rules, “It’s tag rules, you have to tag in and out; however no holds are barred in this match up.” Slade is eager to start this match up he enters the ring and glares at Zex and Pryde while doing a little shadow boxing; Zex whispers something into Pryde’s ear and they both start laughing. Slade ushers them to bring it and so Zex steps inside the ring.
Butcher: I really wasn’t expecting Zex to start this one.
Franks: Me neither.
Quadros: What are you two, the freaking Power Twins? Sheesh you agree on everything.
Slade nods in agreement to Zex starting up and rushes in for a tie up, Zex side steps with a roll and then hits a dropkick to Slade’s back sending him into the corner where Pryde hits a couple of quick right hands knocking Slade back into a schoolboy attempt by Zex.
Quadros: That’s skill over stupidity right there.
Slade kicks out as Zex lays motionless on the mat before doing a B-Movie style Zombie sit up impression and then gets to his feet, Slade is up and Zex gets him in a face-lock; but the bigger Slade just hoists Zex up into a back body drop causing the Canadian to hit the mat hard, Slade gets back up and stalks Zex while talking smack.
Slade reaches down taking Zex by the throat, he lifts him up and throws him into the corner where he takes a run up and hits Zex with a splash, Slade backs up for a second time and charges at Zex who this time ducks leaps and takes Slade down with a fast Neckbreaker. Zex is still hurting from the shots by Slade and so he pulls him self out of the ring.
Butcher: Despite being an absolute douche bag, you have to hand it to Zex he is talented.
Slade sits up and looks directly at Zex who is at ringside, he shakes his head as Zex marches to his corner and begins pretending to channel strength from the gold urn at ringside.
Franks: What is Zex doing!?
Butcher: trying to piss his opponents off by messing about, I’ve had a few guys do it to me in the past and I always made sure they got an ass kicking.
Slade shakes his head and rolls out of the ring, he chases after the much faster Zex to no prevail until Zex runs straight into a lariat by Jason Sandman who was ducking behind the ring steps. Sandman roll Zex inside the ring allowing Slade to re-enter and take control.
Butcher: See that’s what I need in a War-Games match someone who can decapitate another man at will.
Slade lifts Zex up and hits a long waiting delayed suplex, he rolls over for the cover but Zex kicks out at two, Slade then lifts Zex and powers him into the corner where he hits a few right hands and tags in Sandman. Sandman takes Zex in a DDT Clutch and wrenches him over with a one armed choke suplex in such a manner that he looked like he wanted to pop Zex’s head clean off.
Quadros: It will take more than that to put Zex away.
Butcher: I’m counting on it.
Sandman lifts Zex up and goes for a boot to the gut, Zex catches Sandman’s foot and hits a very quick desperation back heel Enziguri to Sandman’s jaw, both men slump, Sandman a little more aware quickly grabs Zex’s ankle while Zex is reaching out to tag in the fresh man.
Butcher: I used to cut the ring off from y opponent like that, it’s one of the techniques I employed when Omar Owens and I became TNW Tag Team Champions.
Franks: I take it Sandman is scoring some points here tonight?
Butcher: He sure is.
Zex swings another Enziguri But Sandman ducks, he has learnt his mistake, however Zex then flows down and through taking Sandman over in a roll up type manoeuvre and holds onto his tights.
The force of Sandman’s kick-out sends Zex straight to his corner where he tags in the huge giant Brutus Pryde, Pryde races into the ring and spears Sandman to the mat folding him in half with his power, Pryde is up he rips of his T-Shirt that states “Trinity Swallows” and throws it at Slade, this riles Slade who attempts to enter the ring; however at this point Pryde runs at Slade and knees him right in the head slumping him to the outside.
Quadros: NOW THAT’S AMERICAN PRIDE...BY PRYDE.
Brutus turns back to Sandman and lifts him up, he hooks his head hoist him into suplex position and then turns dropping him down with a brain buster.
Quadros: I spoke to Zex and Pryde earlier on this afternoon, Pryde told me he was going to hit that move, he calls it “Swollen Pryde!”
Butcher: I’ve been hit with a move similar it’s not pretty.
Franks: When you look at Pryde’s “Wrestling” Ability the words not pretty spring to mind, he is an out and out mauler.
Pryde hooks the legs.
Sandman barely kicks out of the move which causes the PWA commissioner to jump with joy. Pryde looks up only to see Slade who swings a steel chair straight to his head thus downing the big man. The ref tells Slade to exit the ring as both Sandman and Pryde lay motionless, Pryde begins to pull himself o the ropes as Sandman rolls on his front trying to catch a breather; Pryde is up and back to his feet, he turns with a rage locking eyes with Slade, Pryde runs at him and hits him with a few right hands before locking up with him and trying to pull him inside the ring, however Sandman hits a crafty low blow to Pryde and tags in Slade. “The SS” then begin laying in some heavy boots to Pryde, Slade picks up the chair and lays it down in the centre of the ring; the ref orders Sandman to the outside as Slade locks Pryde in a front face lock, he then lets go of the hold only to hit a hard elbow before locking it back in for a few more seconds.
Butcher: Not many people know this about Slade but he actually has some pretty good ground work.
Franks: I have noticed this in his past matches.
Quadros: There you go up his ass once again.
Slade lets go of the hold again, this time adopting a different lock one where he can lift his opponent by the head and stand him back up, here Slade hits a few knees and doubles Pryde, he pulls Pryde in place and gets ready for the Last Ride Slade attempts to hoist him up but failed as Pryde is too big, this gives Pryde enough time to grab Slade by the arm and whip him to the ropes, Slade bounces back and Pryde catches him and drops him down on the chair with a Black Hole Slam!
Quadros: He told me he was gonna do that too, he calls it “Et Tu Brutus!”
Franks: You’ve been spending a lot of time with Zex and Pryde since you introduced “The Artist” at Vow.
Quadros: He’s a cool guy, what can I say?
Pryde hooks the leg...1...2...WHACK! Sandman hits Pryde across the back with a steel chain thus breaking up the pin, the ref tells Sandman to get out but Sandman doesn’t listen, the ref turns to The Butcher for back up but The Butcher shrugs thus allowing the interference.
Quadros: Shouldn’t you do something about this?
Butcher: What is a match of this high quality? We need a winner, lets just see what happens.
Sandman takes Pryde by the head and lifts him up dropping him head first on the steel chair with a DDT, Sandman stands and yells “FUCK THIS BITCH!” He turns only to have Zex leap from the top rope with a Hurricanranna, Sandman goes down as you notice Zex with a syringe in his hand, he plunges it into Sandman’s neck and draws his blood, as he does this Slade is up, he runs to the ropes and kicks Zex in the head, however Sandman’s blood has been taken and his is now added to the Crimson Collection.
Butcher: I like these No holds barred/ No DQ matches.
Franks: You have been in a few yourself, ha, ha ha.
Butcher: Ha, ha, ha.
Quadros: Will you two quit flirting?
Slade then takes Zex and throws him into the corner, he runs kneeing him in the midsection and then turns to Sandman and begins to try and wake him up, Sandman clutches his neck in agony as Slade helps him to his feet. Slade points at Pryde and exits the ring to get another steel chair, he throws it inside he then climbs the apron and says “This is mine!” Sandman tags him in thus making Slade the legal man and then picks up one of the chairs, both Sandman and Slade stand either side of Pryde ready to swing the chairs...
Butcher: This isn’t going to be nice.
Pryde is up...They swing...Pryde ducks causing the con-chair-to to miss, the smash the hands allowing Pryde to hit the ropes and Spear Slade to the ground, he then turns whipping Sandman to the ropes, Sandman ducks but Zex pulls the ropes down causing Sandman to fall over the top rope and to the outside. Zex exits the ring and begins to lay some hard rights on Sandman...
Quadros: Come on Pryde kick his ass.
Slade begins to stagger to his feet when Pryde knees him to the face, wraps his legs around his head and neck, tweaks then locks in Slade arm and falls onto his back with a Triabngle-Choke, he has the hold in for about three seconds and then really pulls back hard on Slade, Slade goes limp he has been in the hold for ten seconds now, The Butcher jumps out of his seat and races to ring side where he begins shouting at the referee and time keeper frantically...Slade slowly taps out with his left hand... the Triangle-Choke is too much For him to handle...
DING DING DING!
Ferdinand: HERE ARE YOU WINNERS VIA PINFALL...SLADE AND JASON SANDMAN!
Quadros: WHAT!? SLADE JUST TAPPED OUT! WHAT THE FUCK!
Pryde lets go of the hold as The Butcher begins to shout “His shoulders where on the mat for more than three seconds.” Pryde is furious, he stands up and leans over the ropes yelling abuse at the Butcher, who instantly begins to march up the entrance ramp and out of the way shaking his head and muttering to himself, Zex looks up at the Butcher and races after him up the ramp.
Quadros: What absolute BULLSHIT! What the hell was that!? First Butcher screws Zex’s contract regulations by getting him to compete on his half of the show, and now he just screwed Zex and Pryde out of a blatant win, and these sons of bitches, the ref and time keeper were in on the whole damn thing!
Franks: Butcher did what he had to do, Pryde has his shoulders down for almost fifteen seconds.
Pryde turns and spits at Slade when Sandman runs in from behind and nails him with the steel chain, Pryde stumbles as Sandman wakes Slade up, the two men then hit a few kicks to Pryde, Sandman climbs the top rope as Slade sets Pryde up in the last ride; he lifts the big man but is very weary on his feet, Sandman then jumps off the tope rope with a cross body knocking Pryde down onto the the steel chairs.
Quadros: And now an unprovoked attack, well aren’t Slade and Sandman real good guys Carl? Not only did the LOSE but now they have dropped Pryde on the back of his head.
Zex turns and races to the ring, he slides inside to check on Pryde when he notices that Slade and Sandman are standing their each of them holding a chair, the point at Zex and say the words “Con-Chair-To.” To which Zex simply raises his hands flipping the bird at both of them, he closes his eyes ready to take the move like a man when...YANK! He is pulled from the ring and to the outside by none other than Omar Owens, Owens then pulls Pryde out of the ring and turns looking at Zex saying “Not when were tag champs!”
Slade and Sandman who are still both favouring their necks from the respective choke/blood letting shout abuse down at Zex and Pryde who are confused as hell by Omar Owens actions here tonight.