Match Six
Icemann Invitational Qualifying Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Andy D
Referee: Eddie Lane
As psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason, we’re back from break as Nathan Saniti saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop his head with
"White Rabbit" by
Collide filling the air. He barely notices the audience reaction. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stop as smoke billows out from underneath me. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosses his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, he has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there!
The crowd is on its’ feet for Nathan … and the cheers die absolutely NONE as ‘
Are You Not Entertained’ by
Dot Rotten blasts over the P.A. system! When it asks for everybody to scream, the crowd goes even crazier as Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slapps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.
Two of PCW’s biggest fan favorites go face-to-face for a berth into the Icemann Invitational! Should be a wild one, folks.
LET’S GET UNDERWAY!
Andy and Saniti shaking hands on the roundabout, the crowd is eager to see these two go head to head in some heated competition.
As the two lock up in the center of the ring, Andy D is quick on the draw and reverses the oddest cat in the land. Cinching in a waistlock, Saniti attempts to break Andy’s hold but fails at first. Andy lifting Saniti up, Saniti shifts his weight and lands on the canvas once more just a few feet over. A repeat. Struggling to escape, Nathan forces his way up and over just a few feet more. A third time, this go-round … Saniti manages to plant his feet on the top rope! Forcing Andy back, he uses the momentum to force himself free of Andy’s grasp.
Landing behind Andy, Nathan rushes the ropes and Andy is ready with a snap hurricanrana! Nathan rolls through and in just in time to catch Andy with a beautiful arm drag! Andy rolling through, he waits for Nathan to attack and throws a boot to the gut. A roll over Nathan’s back and Nathan is put on the mat with a from-behind double leg takedown. Andy attempting a senton splash, Nathan is out of the way and towards the ropes. Andy charging in, he’s hurled violently to the outside through the top and middle ropes!
Knowing what awaits him, Andy swings in full circle and lands back in the ring with Nathan grabbing a rear waistlock of his own! Hurling Andy over his shoulder in an attempted German suplex, Andy rotates a bit too far and lands on his feet … bull rushing Nathan and landing a knee to the back that shoots Nathan face-first into the ropes.
Andy catching Nathan on the rebound, he rolls him up for a quick pinfall attempt!
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2!
Nathan is out at two, shoving Andy off of him and immediately hopping back to his feet!
The crowd is on their feet for such an incredible display of athleticism from the two! Andy and Nathan staring at each other, both with that twinkle in the eye of ‘Well done!’. The two circling up again, this time the lockup is completely ignored as Nathan catches Andy incoming with a drop-down elbow to the gut. As Andy doubles over, Nathan catches the D right under the chin with a heavy Kane-style punch to the jaw. Andy falling straight to his back, Nathan is there to hop UP and ONTO Andy’s chest in a seated splash.
1!
2!
Andy reversing at two, he explodes out and flips over Nathan with the legs still hooked … answering with his OWN pinfall attempt!
1!
2!
…
Nathan is out at two! It’s a shock, but there it is. Nathan racing at Andy, it’s a reversal to the ropes and Andy is up in the air … hoping to leap clear over Nathan. INSTEAD, Nathan catches him mid-jump and attempts to bring him down with a vicious spinebuster. He gets most of it … but instead of the usual release, Andy manages to hook an arm around the back of Nathan’s head and grapevines his legs around Nathan’s waist.
Guillotine choke!
Nathan fights like mad to escape, lifting his hips and using his legs to get a running start. Forcing Andy along the mat with all that pent-up momentum, Andy’s back is scraped along the canvas violently and finally, into the corner and the ropes where the referee begins the standard count. Breaking at 3, Andy lets Nathan go after a last wrench of the neck and slowly pulls himself out onto the apron to assess the damage done to his lumbar.
Nathan is down in the corner, Andy springboards over and lands a nice, crisp looking legdrop that flattens Nathan out the rest of the way. Rolling to his side, he hooks the leg for a pinfall.
1!
2!
… nooooooo! Nathan is out at two by grabbing the ropes. Andy slides off and uses his feet to kick Nathan via the ribs away from the safe haven of the ropes. Some SERIOUS back and forth with some AMAZING wrestling. All for just a CHANCE at moving on in the prestigious Iceman Invitational. Both men know the value of further advancement, and god forbid they let this opportunity slip away!
Andy is quick to pull Nathan to his feet and springboard from the ropes, wrapping his legs around Nathan’s head and rolling through with a beautiful head-scissor lock. Tightening it up, Andy is in full control as he raises up into a kneeling position. Squeezing just a bit, he gives Nathan a breather … only to throw a brutal knee to the back of the head. Nathan is dazed and confused after another knee. A third knee and Andy releases the hold to make a quick pinfall.
1!
2-
No! Nathan is out right at two by grabbing the referee’s hand to PREVENT him from hitting the mat again. Forcing Andy off, he scrambles towards the ropes and Andy, sensing the end in sight … takes aim. The crowd is on their feet as Andy signals for the end! THIS COULD DO IT! Nathan slowly on a knee, he turns to face Andy and the Dragon’s Bite! Well … almost. Nathan falls out of pure instinct to dodge it! Andy running chest first into the turnbuckle, he staggers back into an away facing Nathan!
Hooking the arms, Nathan looks as though he’s going to backslide Andy into a pin but Andy fights it! He’s struggling mightily … Nathan can’t quite get him pulled over!
At the VERY last second of struggling, Nathan pushes himself to his feet and hops … clearing Andy and flipping over with a HUGE DDT! UNREALITY CHECK OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd is stunned! Nathan is stunned! Andy is down! Flipping Andy over, Nathan drapes himself across the chest of the fallen Andy for a pinfall attempt!
1!
2!
… 3!!!!
As Nathan slides back into the corner, cradling his head and leaning against the turnbuckles … the referee raises his hand in victory! Nathan advances in the Icemann Invitational! Andy stirring on the mat, Nathan makes it his business to help Andy to his feet and steady him … allowing the crowd to show their appreciation for the high-energy, back-and-forth action that they just witnessed. Nathan raising Andy’s hand, we’re left with two VERY talented and deserving superstars receiving their due respect as we go to …
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Match Seven
Singles Match
Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels vs. Eira
Referee: Eric Russo
The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to
"Crash" by
Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.
"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"
Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.
"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"
Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards the crowd. Justin hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.
"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"
Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.
The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as
"Dystopic" by
Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms outstretched, and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.
Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.
Stormm and Eira having tangoed a bit ago in a Championship Showdown where the recently retired Non Compos Mentis forced Murdoc to PIN Eira … she’s looking to wash the memory away with a dominant performance here tonight. But let’s not count Justin Michaels out, he’s itching to make a place for himself with the recent upheavals in championship pictures and now would be the perfect time to get noticed!
DING DING DING!
The match is officially underway and Eira wastes little time in getting right to the meat and potatoes, rushing Stormm with a sliding dropkick aimed directly at the ankles. Stormm hops up and over the maneuver and turns to face Eira who is sliding back towards the opposite corner. Pulling herself up via the ropes, her eyes denote nothing but business as she steps out of the corner only to pull herself back … stretching her arms out in preparation. Stormm standing tall in the center of the ring, he doesn’t move an inch as Eira begins a slow walk to him.
Stormm is ready for anything as Eira reaches in and pats Stormm on the head a few times with a disapproving glint in her eyes. Stormm grabs her wrist in a flash and quickly effects a bone-breaking hammerlock behind the fellow former World Champion. She struggling as she fights the hold, but Stormm holds tight. Eira drops to her knees and slides her right knee behind Stormm’s right calf … standing in a fluid motion and throwing the man off balance. As he tips, Eira is able to escape the hold and hooks Stormm’s head with her arm and snaps off a crisp snapmare takedown.
Stormm landing on his backside in front of her, Eira grabs an arm and wraps it across Stormm’s own throat. She’s going for Purgatory quick! Grabbing the other arm, she effectively locks in the hold but unfortunately, Stormm is having NONE of being flipped over onto his stomach and quickly scoots himself across the ring towards the ropes. Eira waiting until the last possible moment to break the hold, she backs away ever so slightly before landing a beautiful kick between Stormm’s shoulderblades.
Stormm in obvious pain, he pulls himself under the bottom rope to escape any further attacks and the referee forces himself between the two … allowing Stormm the chance to recover. With the chance to catch his breath, Stormm watches Eira closely as he makes his way back into the ring. No sooner has he crossed the ropes than Eira is on him like a wild animal. A heavy knee to the abdomen followed by several stiff shots and Eira is in control as she drags Stormm closer to the center of the ring. Holding his neck in a Muay Thai style clinch, she begins to throw knees to the gut. Low kicks to the lower leg. Stormm does his best to stem the attack and finally catches a break … AND Eira’s leg on a slightly late knee.
He’s got a hold of her knee and with it, uses the leverage along with his own size advantage to force Eira into the ropes. Jockeying for control, Stormm manages to break off an Irish Whip that sends Eira across the ring. Stormm bouncing off the ropes closest to him, it looks as though he’s going for a clothesline but Eira manages to slide on her knees UNDER the lariat.
Unfortunately, Stormm stops in mid-stride and drops an elbow straight into the gut of a vulnerable Eira. Eira gasping at the sudden attack, Stormm is back on his feet to deliver another … wait, no! Reaching down and hooking her waist, he hoists her off of the canvas and hurls her over his shoulder in a Northern Lights Suplex! Maintaining the hold, bridging into a pinfall attempt … the ref is right there to make the count!
1!
2!
Eira is out from under Stormm’s weight advantage, but even still the attack and the pressure on her abdomen is enough to cause her concern for the lack of oxygen she may be receiving and is quick to slide under the ropes for a respite. Stormm will have none of it, KNOWING that he needs to keep the pressure on Eira if he hopes to have a reasonable shot at taking the victory home. As he closes in on Eira, she responds by pulling back from the ring … holding onto the top rope to avoid Stormm’s punch. Letting one hand free, she clasps onto Stormm’s punching wrist and uses her momentum to propel herself forward … Up and Over the top rope. A slingshot effect, Eira brings Stormm down with her in a beautiful arm drag that sends Stormm flying across the ring.
Stormm landing roughly, he forces himself to his feet and takes literally TWO STEPS towards Eira before being caught with a beautiful dropkick that sends him right back down to the mat. Stormm staggering to his feet, Eira rushes in but Stormm is quicker on the draw than she imagined as he sweeps her legs out from underneath her, bringing her to the mat.
Pin attempt!
1!
Eira is out in a flash! Stormm retreating a few feet, Eira is up just as quick and rushes Stormm … attempting a spear! But Stormm steels himself against the impact and literally TAKES the shoulder to the abdomen. Eira not managing to force Stormm to the mat … she finds herself caught in a front facelock. Stormm grabs the tights and … BOOM! HANGCLOUD DDT!
Eira is laid out! Stormm flips her over and goes for the pinfall!
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2!
…
3-no! Eira is out at the last moment! With all the force he could muster, Stormm still couldn’t keep Eira down! Stormm checks with the ref in disbelief, but the ref is adamant. It was a two count ONLY. Stormm slowly making his way to his feet, Eira is moving around VERY slowly on the mat. As Stormm approaches, Eira strikes like a snake uncoiling and aims at Stormm’s neck with her legs! Wrapping around the man’s carotid arteries, she pushes off of the canvas and swings around … hoping to land a hurricanrana.
However, Stormm is able to guide Eira towards the ropes and attempts to dump her over the top! As Eira senses herself on the verge of landing VERY violently on the ground, she makes one last attempt to escape and bridges backwards beautifully … managing to snag the middle rope with her hands! She’s holding herself in place and STILL managing to hold onto Stormm’s neck with her legs!
Pushing herself up the ropes with sheer willpower, Stormm drops to his knees in order to throw the Untouchable off balance. The exact OPPOSITE effect happens, and Eira is able to come back into the ring fully on top of Stormm’s shoulders. Scooting in, she twists and … JESUS! Low angle reverse hurricanrana! Using the momentum available to her, Eira is able to BARELY force Stormm from his kneeling position and guide him into cracking his skull on the canvas beneath. He doesn’t even roll through with the momentum, he simply falls forward from the point of impact in a grotesque fall that leaves even the most JADED of wrestling fans grimacing in pain.
Eira staggers a bit and falls unceremoniously onto Stormm for a lax pinfall attempt.
1!
2!
…
3!
Winner: Eira
Her hand raised in victory, Eira seems a bit unsure of her surroundings. That Hangcloud DDT really wrecked her and it’s obvious in her reaction to her victory. Her head hanging low, hand cradling the top of her skull … she rolls from the ring and refuses to stay even a second as she makes her way to the back … leaving a very competitive match and a determined foe in Justin Michaels to come to as we go backstage to …
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… one of our trusty PCW cameramen with his lens glued on a very FAMILIAR set of shoulders. The crowd at large knows the man and are cheering raucously out in the arena. He doesn’t pay it much attention it seems, though it’s understood that he can probably expect them to cheer him. Especially when the man standing directly in his path comes into focus.
Murdoc.
He’s obstructing Loki’s path with all of his size and brute force. Not even moving an inch, his arms crossed in front of him heavily. Loki moves to defend himself, even going so far as to glance over his shoulder for a surprise attack that never comes. Murdoc tilts his head and waits for Loki to catch his gaze yet again.
‘You think I’m here for some nefarious purpose. Some mind game. Some brawl right before your BIG return match against the World Champion. Normally? I’d pound your face into hamburger meat … but I don’t have to. Brandon? I don’t HAVE to do that. I don’t have to ruin your chances, I don’t HAVE to have a hand in your failures. YOU are enough to do that.’The stinging barb lobbed directly at Loki’s heart, he relaxes only slightly. He’s looking to retaliate but Murdoc is just a split-second quicker.
‘Shut up. You’ve gotten your say for the past few weeks, it’s MY turn to speak. Besides, no one wants to hear your incessant prattling as to how you’re going to destroy me. Or how you’re going to make my life a living hell. Or whatever sound byte you cooked up a week ago to sound bad-ass tonight. You want to step in the ring with me? Make it to the end of the Icemann Invitational. That’s where I’ll be. Maybe tonight will knock something loose and we can give the fans a history lesson.’
‘But let me give a truncated version of the history everyone will be reminded of. I beat you in my first match here. I destroyed the careers of Angelica Night and your wife along the way. And the history books say you’re a BURNOUT. Start strong if you can … but know this: I AM going to take what has for so long been DESERVEDLY MINE.’
‘The World Championship.’
‘Everyone else hopes you’ll make it through. And honestly? SO DO I. I’m BEGGING you. Stagger your way to the finals, so I can help you along in making your dreams of revenge go up in FLAMES.’Murdoc lets a beautiful fireball ignite in his hands … just WAITING for Loki to pounce. And for a second, it looks certain as Loki begins to advance on him. Right in time for security to interject themselves between the two rivals. Murdoc snaps his fingers and motions for the security to keep Loki away from him as he turns his back to the irate Loki and walks off into the darkness. Loki watches as the Man Mountain retreats and begins to tear up scenery as we go back to the ring …
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Match Eight
Singles Match
Whitey ‘The Asshole’ Ford vs. LoKi
Referee: Jospeh Buckland
… where the southern style guitars of
Bobaflex’s ‘Bad Man’ play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum gives that familiar down-home vibe. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace whatever reaction the crowd gives him; he's not there for their amusement, anyways. Whitey doesn't take his eyes off his opponent as he continues his slow route to the ring, arms still out by his sides. He climbs up the steel steps and vaults over the top rope, waiting in his corner patiently until he can go to work.
The arena goes dark as the music begins to play. Lights strobe in time with the music, silhouetting Loki on the stage.
As Lacuna Coil’s ‘Heaven’s a Lie’ picks up, the stage is illuminated in a blast of flame and Loki appears! For the first time in many months, Loki has made his return to the PCW Arena! Loki walks slowly to the ring, letting the cheers of the masses fill his ears and his heart.
Loki slowly walks up the steps to the ring apron and steps between the ropes, circling the interior of the ring with the intensity of a caged animal before lifting his fists into the air … giving the Faithful yet another reason to let out an ear-splitting cheer of affection! As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner to wait for the match to begin.
The crowd is hot for Loki’s return match …. Let’s not keep them waiting!
Whitey definitely isn’t drawing things out as he pounces on Loki before the match can even officially start. Whitey pounds on Loki about the head and shoulders, while Loki does his best to cover up and weather the storm. Whitey Ford, the World Champion, sure as hell isn’t gonna let some Murdoc–crazed groupie ruin HIS night. As Loki shoves him away, he rushes the off-balance champion and … does nothing but fall, as Whitey lands a beautiful drop toe hold. Floating over, Whitey paintbrushes the back of Loki’s head with several slaps before hopping off to a safe distance.
Loki gets to his feet quickly, watching Whitey beckon him furiously to bring it the fuck on. Gesturing that this is HIS ring, Whitey flips off the crowd who cheer for Loki … prompting a huge round of jeers. Loki smiles and raises his hands, to a massive cheer. Whitey shrugs and waves it off as the two begin to circle each other once again. The two locking up in the center of the ring, jockeying for position … it’s Loki on top as he begins to actually muscle the heavier Whitey Ford back towards the corner.
Whitey stopping short of the corner, he reverses and flings Loki into the cornerpost. Following up with a wild haymaker, Loki ducks and catches Whitey with a HUGE knife edged chop. Several unanswered shots and Whitey shoves Loki off of him to get some breathing room … only for Loki to return with a vengeance. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, he begins raining down shots onto the World Champion with absolutely NO regard to the referee’s warnings. The referee physically trying to pull Loki down, he only drops to shove the referee off of him and return to what he was doing.
Whitey not getting the breather he was expecting, he gives a stiff forearm shot to Loki’s right leg and teeters him enough to drop him split legged onto his outstretched knee … a DEVASTATING Atomic Drop! Loki grabs himself and slowly begins moving back from Whitey, but is unable to turn away as Whitey is quick to follow up with a beautiful lariat that plants Loki.
Whitey catching a few much-needed breaths, he moves to Loki and pulls him to his feet … where Loki is waiting with a surprise jawbreaker! Whitey falling to his knees and Loki begins to pull himself UP, he grabs Whitey and whips him into the ropes! Loki leapfrogging the champ, letting him build up a head of steam as he’s …
… caught completely by surprise as he spots Murdoc hitting the entranceway. No signs of slowing down, Murdoc calmly marches towards the ring … leaving the onlooking Loki to be bumrushed by Whitey from the back with a huge shoulderblock to the spine. Loki dropping to the mat like a sack of bricks, Murdoc stops at ringside and winces before casually making his way over to the announce table. Exchanging pleasantries with Ace because, fuck Jerry right? … he doesn’t even bother putting a headset on. It just appears he wanted a better look at the action in the ring.
Whitey crawling on top of Loki, he goes for the pinfall.
1!
2!
…
Kickout at two!
Loki throws a shoulder up to break the count and Whitey doesn’t even care. He’s quite content to make Loki use the energy to kick out. As soon as the pin is broken, Whitey wraps an arm around Loki’s neck in a vicious looking neck wrench. Really cranking in the hold … making the quicker Loki work for escape. Loki finally makes it to his feet and begins the arduous task of breaking the hold via elbows to the ribs. Whitey really wants to see if Loki’s conditioning is still up to par after his lengthy time away.
Loki finally breaks the hold and immediately rushes the ropes. A blast of fresh air and Loki hops over a prone Whitey, rebounding off the ropes and catching him with a beautiful diving tackle. Whitey is violently shoved across the ring and Loki is quick to drag him back before he can escape to the outside. A quick succession of elbow drops and Whitey is sputtering on the mat, gasping for breath. Murdoc claps at the announce table and lets Loki see it. Loki finds his blood racing even faster as he picks Whitey up and hooks him for a beautiful snap suplex.
Floating over, Loki goes for the quick pin attempt!
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2-
Whitey kicks out, the count barely reaching two. Loki hops to his feet and points at Murdoc before laying in several stomps to the downed body of the World Champion. Letting Whitey force his way to a kneeling position, Loki delivers a stiff kick to the chest that rocks Whitey. As soon as Whitey gets a slight bearing, he grins and beckons for Loki to do it again. Pansy. Loki obliges and kicks Whitey HARD in the chest once more. The wind almost deflating from Whitey, he beckons one last time … yelling at Loki to ‘fucking do something’. Loki agrees and lets fly a huge kick …
… which Whitey catches and twists into a vicious inverted Dragon Screw. Loki’s leg twisting in a manner it was not meant to, he drops to the mat … clutching at the joint. Whitey looks over at Murdoc and gives a patronizing thumbs up before throwing him the double-barrels of his middle fingers, Murdoc shrugging unknowingly at the display. With Whitey well in control, he begins to drag Loki to his feet Loki following him up, he’s careful not to put any weight on the damaged limb until he can see the extent of the damage.
As Whitey drags Loki to the ropes, he drapes him over the top rope and lets fly a huge chop. A second chop and Loki is in a world of hurt. A third chop and Loki actually flies backwards over the top rope towards the floor … only to plant his feet into Whitey’s chest at the very last moment. A BIG mule kick sends Whitey careening backwards, Loki landing on his feet on the apron outside.
Whitey struggling to his feet, he begins to pursue Loki at the ropes. Loki ducks down and throws a heavy shoulder to Whitey’s abdomen, doubling him over in the process. Springboarding over, Loki … instead of attempting a sunset flip, rolls over Whitey’s back and lands on his feet. Whitey still doubled over, Loki delivers a beautiful lowish dropkick to the ass of Whitey Ford and forces him out onto the apron himself. Whitey stands as quickly as he can to meet the momentum-gaining Loki.
As Loki closes in, Whitey goes for a wild haymaker and misses, whiffing completely over Loki. Loki waits until Whitey is facing away before hooking him in a backdrop setup. Stepping up onto the middle rope, Loki uses all his strength to hoist Whitey up and over the top rope. However, the momentum is enough to put Loki off kilter and allow Whitey to rotate fully to land feet first on the mat. Within a split-second, Whitey has Loki off of the second rope AND!
BACKTOSS PILEDRIVER!
Out of nowhere, Whitey drills Loki headfirst to the mat! Loki crumpling onto the canvas, Whitey crawls over Loki for the sudden pin attempt.
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2!
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3!
Winner: Whitey Ford
As Whitey slides away from the Fallen Angel, he calls for his title belt as we get replays for the scintillating and SUDDEN finish of the match. The crowd boos as Whitey celebrates in the ring … not even paying attention to Murdoc who has excused himself from the announce table. Having gotten all the information he needs, Murdoc stands and prepares for the Main Event of the evening at ringside while Loki is forced by security and referee’s hands to watch the winner escape intact and finally … retire to the back himself as we go to our last commercial of the evening!
