Mark Zout vs Ryan McCann

The chatter of the crowd from the last segment is quickly hushed by the soothing voice and powerful delivery of Charity Langston

Langston: "This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first; at a weight of one hundred sixty-five pounds and a height of five feet, ten inches, from Seattle, Washington... Mark Zout!"

The lights dim as Unbreakable by Fireflight screeches overhead and a figure as described by Charity Langston emerges from the back. As he spreads his arms wide, a spotlight finds him and there is a small pop from some of the audience members in a couple sections. He wears black and green wrestling tights and a black shirt with a white arrow pointing to his face and the word 'MARK' under it. As he makes his way down the entryway, Zout gives a high five to a fan reaching past the rail. Approaching the ring, he slides under the bottom rope. The spotlight follows him as he mounts the turnbuckle nearest and gestulicates for the crowd to make some noise to moderate success. Dismounting the turnbuckle, Zout heads to his corner as instructed by the officiating referee, Byron Sanders.

Higgins: "Mark Zout used to be a well known name a number of years ago. Tonight he makes his IIW debut here on Combat."

Glass: "What kind of shirt is that, anyway? Does he forget his name when he looks in the mirror, or something?"

The spotlight fades with the lights remaining dim as the smooth tune of Charity Langston speaks again.

Langston: "And his opponent; weighing two hundred fifty pounds, standing six feet tall, from Providence, Rhode Island... Ryan McCann!"

Just Like You by Three Days Grace pounds through the speakers and the spotlight swivels to illuminate Ryan McCann, all geared up to wrestle. The audience doesn't hold back their displeasure with him as he walks toward the ring and he shows no ill regard for his reception. Once at the ring, McCann climbs the steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest him and raises his hands in the air, inviting the crowd to grow in volume. They rumble was disapproval and he nods with smirk before dismounting the turnbuckle.

Glass: "Now this is a guy that knows how to get a reaction. I hope you're taking notes, Higgins."

Higgins: "I think I'd rather be liked, ABG."

Glass: "Being liked is over rated."

Sanders quickly runs over the rules with the two men still in their seperate corners before signaling to the Time Keeper. The bell sounds at ringside and the match is underway!

The two combatants round out of their respective corners. They circle around each other as they each close in on the other. Expertly, each of their eyes studies their opponent's movements. Tentatively, the smaller of the two offers out a hand above his head in challenge. Seeing Zout's outstretched hand, McCann cannot help but sneer as he reaches a mirrored hand out, taking hold. Zout reaches a second hand up to complete the Test of Strength and McCann meets him halfway. For a moment neither man shows sign of relent. Then, to the dislike of the Combat Fans, McCann begins to edge ahead in the contest. McCann uses his height advantage and bends the wrists of Zout back just slightly. With the leverage in his favor, McCann presses his opponent harder now. Zout, refusing to relinquish even a step of his ground, finds himself bent backward, with his larger opponent imposing his weight advantage on him now as well. Zout's limbs begin to shake under the pressure being applied by McCann. McCann sees this as the moment his opponent is gearing up to battle back. Stifling the attempt, however, McCann doubles down. He uses all the leverage and strength avaliable to him and forces Zout's bridge to fail. The referee, Byron Sanders, is already in position.

ONE!!
TWO!!

Higgins: "Wow, a close call for Mark Zout already this bout. You think he's shaking off some of that ring rust now?"

Glass: "Don't fool yourself, Higgins. McCann let him up because he isn't finished with him yet."

Mustering the strength within himself under the leverage and strength being applied by his opponent, Zout is able to roll his weight off his shoulders and back onto his head, restoring his disadvantageous bridge. Zout's limbs begin to shake once more. McCann's eyes widen in disbelief as, despite his advantages, Zout employs a fortuitous core strength and battles back to a neutral position. Zout, envigorated by the approval of the fans in attendance, presses his opponent further. McCann feels himself giving up fractions of an inch in the Test of Strength he was winning just an instant ago. With another sneer, this one more venomous than the first, McCann lifts a heavy boot into the midsection of his opponent, sending Zout doubling over to the mat. Zout, on hands and knees, looks up to his opponent just in time to see McCann's fist as he feels the impact of the blow. The strike sends Zout sprawling onto the mat and McCann capitalizes with a stomp to Zout's midsection. As Zout sits up, recoiling from the boot to his abs, McCann grabs him by the head and the arm. McCann picks Zout up to hip level, looking to deliver a Sidewalk Slam. Using the momentum of his legs swinging upward, Zout swings his legs around the back of McCann. Zout lands supine on the opposite side of his opponent than where he started, but slips his arm through the elbow of McCann and sends him flying halfway across the ring with an Arm Drag. Zout reaches his feet first and charges down his opponent in a dead sprint. McCann rises, holding the hip he had landed on and turns toward his opponent just in time to be bowled back down to the mat with a flying forearm. McCann slaps the mat as he finds his feet under him and rises again, but Zout has kipped up and is already awaiting him. Instead of attacking, both combatants relax slightly as they travel closer to the center of the ring. McCann rubs his jaw where Zout's forearm had connected and Zout wipes the eye that suffered the impact of McCann's right fist.

Higgins: "These guys said they were going to take the fight to each other, and so far they're doing just that.

Glass: "I'm not going to lie, Alex. I wasn't expecting much coming into the match, but my interests are beginning to peak."

The pair circle the ring and each another once more before, as if by the same queue, they each explode from their positions and engage one another in a Collar-Elbow Tie-Up. McCann looks to break the hold in similar fashion as before, a strike to the midsection, but Zout reads this clearly and uses the opportunity to slip from McCann's grasp and step between his body and arm, twisting McCann's arm into a Wrist-Ringer. McCann cannot help but double over to relieve some of the stress on his arm and his face contorts in an expression that matches his discomfort. McCann reaches across his own body toward Zout, but snatches his limb back when Zout wrenches his wrist further toward the ceiling. A second attempt at escape sees McCann manage to get a bend in his restrained arm. He turns toward Zout to find a way to retrieve his limb, but Zout uses the bend in McCann's elbow as an opportunity to step behind McCann, keeping hold of the arm, and works in a Hammer Lock. McCann, with his arm still under stress, launches his free arm back with what would be a devastating elbow to his opponent's temple, if not for his opponent being a veteran in the ring. Zout's head was tucked in tight between McCann's shoulder blades, allowing him to evade the larger man's striking attempts. Zout leans harder into McCann and begins driving his legs under himself, pushing McCann chest-first into the corner where McCann is sandwiched between the top turnbuckle and his opponent. Unexpectedly, Zout releases McCann from the Hammer Lock and slips an arm through McCann's legs, rolling him up for a pin. Again Sanders has a good position.

ONE!!
TWO!!

Higgins: "Zout with a quick fall attempt, but McCann is too fresh to be put away."

Glass: "Enough of this grab ass. I wanna see somebody hit somebody!"

McCann kicks out. He's slower to rise than previously, taking time to nurse his left arm. When he reaches his feet, he finds Zout already airborne, looking to connect with another flying forearm. McCann is ready this time around, even with such little notice, and captures Zout. In an instant, McCann sends Zout flying across the other half of the ring with a Belly-to-Belly Release Suplex. He takes the opportunity to shake his left arm loose and make a rude retort to an exceptionally loud fan expressing their disapproval for him.

Glass: "That suplex is going to have an impact if McCann can capitalize on the opportunity."

Higgins: "I can't disagree, ABG. Zout was building some early momentum, but with McCann connecting with moves like that... we'll just see how this goes."

Zout hits the mat hard near the ropes and instinctively puts a hand to the middle of his back where he had impacted with the ring. McCann closes in on his opponent and drives his boot into Zout's spine, where he noticed the other was grasping for. McCann presses further, standing on Zout's back and using the ropes to drive further pressure into the opponent he aimed to squeeze the life out of with his heel. Sanders attempts to interpose himself between McCann and the ropes, counting for a break from the ropes. McCann seems to ignore the referee counting in his face as he further drives his heel into Zout's spine - and his point to the disapproving patron who had been so vocal a moment ago. McCann releases the ropes and steps off Zout's spine at the count of four, only to drive his heel into the same spot another time. As Zout squirms on the mat at his feet, McCann lifts Zout just to force him back to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. McCann takes the supine Zout's legs in a double underhook and steps over where he assumes a squatting position. Zout, finding himself trapped in McCann's Boston Crab, grasps at his own face in desperate pain. Sanders is there, beside Zout, inquiring on if he is able to continue the match. Zout, instead of answering, lets loose a howl as he grasps for anything in front of him. McCann lowers his squat, increasing the pressure on the spine of his opponent and Sanders asks again. Zout, unable to find any words, shakes his head vigorously in the negative. He grasps forward again and finds the bottom rope in his right fist. Sanders orders McCann to break the hold, but is made to count all the way to four again before McCann complies.

Higgins: "This is blatantly unsportsmanlike behavior from McCann. As a competitor in the ring you have to respect the authority of the referee!"

Glass: "Oh take it easy, Higgins. He has until four! This is how you assert your dominance in the ring."

It is with an air of superiority that McCann rises to his feet as his opponent is left on the canvas, still holding the bottom rope with one arm and nursing his targeted back with the other. McCann, satisfied with his work thus far and looking to further the lead he had found himself with, forces Zout back to his feet and throws him off the ropes. When Zout returns from the ropes on the other side of the ring, McCann meets him in the center of the ring with a Hip Toss, but Zout rotates through, finding his feet under him, and bounds off the opposite ropes. McCann is not taken by surprise and throws a Spinning Heel Kick as Zout returns, but no one is home. Zout ducks under the blow with a shoulder roll, leaps into the middle rope, and rebounds toward McCann. McCann, turning back toward his opponent after the missed spinning attack, is caught in the jaw with a One-Footed Drop Kick. The blow sends McCann to the canvas along with the attacker and the crowd pops with excitement in the midst of the momentum swing.

Higgins: "They're Sleepless in Seattle, ABG! What a display of athleticism from Zout!"

Zout takes to his feet at the same pace as McCann, but is quicker to go on the offensive. McCann finds himself being pelted by repeating forearm strikes as soon as his feet are beneath him. Zout relents from his offensive strikes in order to work McCann into a Pump Handle. Zout lifts on the hold, forcing McCann to flip forward and land on the mat in the supine position. Zout, with McCann's arm still within his grasp, positions his legs on either side of the arm, across McCann's chest, and flops back onto the mat, where he torques McCann with a tightly applied Arm Bar. McCann spends several moments in the hold, looking for a way to free himself, while simultaneously cursing at Sanders as the referee asks if he submits, before he is able to work himself into a sitting position. Zout releases the arm bar and rolls backward, immediately launching into another attack, a Drop Kick to the seated McCann, that strikes true. Zout lifts McCann halfway up before slamming a knee into McCann's midsection. Zout lifts the doubled over McCann to his feet and applies a Cross-Wrist, tucking McCann's head under his arm. Using a Shin Kick to sweep his opponent's legs out from under him, Zout drives McCann skull first into the canvas with his signature Pike Place DDT!

Glass: "A skull shattering DDT! McCann's dominance earlier, high impact moves from Zout now... THIS is what I've been waiting to see!"

Zout motions to the crowd with a smile as he rises, and they respond in a chorus of roaring approval. Lifting his prone opponent once more, Zout throws one of McCann's arms over his shoulders and takes hold of his tights, lifting the larger man into a vertical position. Zout holds his opponent in this vertical position for a moment before looking to connect with a sheer drop. Before he is able to complete his signature Space Needle Brainbuster, McCann regains his senses and connects a pair of unprotected knees to Zout's face. Zout reels from the blows while McCann lands on his feet behind the slightly shorter competitor. McCann holds Zout in a Standing Inverted Headlock now and falls forward, driving the back of Zout's skull into the mat with a Reverse DDT!

Higgins: "I thought for sure Zout was about about to take a commanding lead, but McCann cuts him off again."

Glass: "McCann needs a win in a bad way. We're seeing determination personified."

Higgins: "Both men are displaying how badly they want this win, ABG! For Zout, a win in his debut match would mean a lot of momentum going forward in the coming weeks, and for McCann, a win here tonight could restore a lot of confidence after some recent losses!"

The fan's excitement dies down as quickly as it had built up. McCann lifts Zout by the hair, much to the protest of Sanders, and delivers a stiff lariet, surely meant to decapitate his opponent and to send a message to the fans in attendance, as well. As Zout rolls to his stomach and fights to find his hands and knees under him with glazed-over eyes, McCann punishes his every attempt to rise with a boot to the face, sending Zout sprawling back to a prone position on the mat. With a smirk, enjoying the advantage he now held in the momentum of the bout, McCann applies a Front Chinlock to his opponent and uses the hold to lift him halfway up. At this point, McCann drives a hard forearm into Zout's spine before releasing his front chin lock to tuck Zout's head between his thighs and applies a Standing Gut Wrench, which he uses to lift the smaller opponent into the air and sit out, resulting in a punishing Piledriver in the center of the ring.

Glass: "Zout said to only talk a big talk if you're going to back it up, and McCann is backing it up in a big way!"

Zout's limbs twitch as he lies otherwise lifeless beside the seated McCann. McCann soaks in the jeers of the crowd. He motions for them to pour out their hate and they comply, even as he stands while lifting Zout back to his own feet. McCann slings one of Zout's arms over his own neck and shoulders and lifts him into the air before falling forward, delivering an electric MyCannical Rock Bottom! McCann covers his opponent and Sanders is in position.

ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--!!

Sanders breaks the count when his keen eye catches Zout's left foot hook the bottom rope. He waives McCann off the pin, indicating the foot on the rope. McCann, enraged, nearly shoves Sanders away but pulls his arm back before doing anything that would disqualify himself. Instead, he redirects his ire toward his opponent, who lays gasping for breath with his eyes lolling.

Glass: "There's no way that foot hit the ropes in time! McCann just got robbed!"

Higgins: "That is the ring awareness of a veteran of the sport at work! Zout knows exactly where he is in the ring at all times!"

McCann rises to his feet and lifts Zout after him. Zout attempts to deliver several blows toward McCann as he is lifted, but McCann manages to deflect the blows that would cause any damage and absorbs the ones that land with less impact. McCann tucks Zout's head between his knees and applies another Gut Wrench. This time McCann lifts Zout into a seated position ontop of his own shoulders and runs toward the corner. As McCann launches his opponent toward the top turnbuckle with a Powerbomb, Zout hooks his legs around McCann's head and flips backward, sending McCann flying into the middle turnbuckle with a Hurricanranna reversal. Before McCann can crumple to the mat in the corner, one of his feet becomes entangled with the top rope, trapping him in a Tree of Woe. Zout stands groggily and stumbles toward the ropes. After bounding off them, Zout takes another step before launching himself feet-first at his entangled opposition. Zout connects with a Dropkick to McCann's face and the impact of the blow, along with some aid from the nearby Sanders, frees up McCann's entangled leg and allows the athlete to fold over himself onto the canvas. McCann finds his feet and his opponent directly in front of him. McCann lurches forward with a clubbing Lariet, but Zout ducks the blow and hoists him up in a Fireman's Carry. Zout takes a step closer to the center of the ring and spins with McCann overhead. As the two combatants crash toward the canvas, Zout traps McCann in a Crevat Cutter and connects with his finishing maneuver, the Mark Out! Without a moment's hesitation, Zout rolls his opponent up into a pin and Sanders is once again in position.

Higgins: "Just when we were ready to call it in a favor of McCann, Zout summons a second wind and connects with the Mark Out!"

ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!

The official, Byron Sanders signals to the Time Keeper and we hear the bell ring again, signifying the end of the match. Fireflight's 'Unbreakable' screams overhead, accompanied by the voice of Charity Langston once again.

Langston: "The winner, by pinfall, at fourteen minutes, forty-four seconds; Mark Zout!"

The audience in attendance responds to the statement with cheers and applause as Zout stands victorious in the ring. Sanders raises his arm in victory as he rubs his targeted back with his other arm and McCann rolls slowly toward the ropes.

Higgins: "What a match! And what a showing by newcomer, Mark Zout!"

Glass: "That's just a sample of what makes Combat a brand to watch. The best talent in the world calls IIW home!"




Hardcore Jono vs Xander Truxell



Jono and Tuxell lock up as soon as the bell rings, with Jono gaining the strength advantage and using it to back Xander up against the ropes. Releasing as soon as the referee calls for a break, Jono then knees him in the gut and drops him with a DDT, standing and following up with a knee drop to the upper back. Two more knees follow, before Jono lifts Xander to his feet and attempts to Irish whip him into the corner, only for it to be reversed and Jono sent to the ropes instead, being met with a dropkick upon his return. Tuxhall then follows up with a leg drop to the back of Jono's head, before stomping down on him until he decides to lift him up, only for Jono to counter with an arm drag, following up with a clothesline once Xander attempts to charge back at him. Glancing down, Jono lifts him up, connecting with a belly to belly suplex for a pin attempt, managing to get a 1 and a half count.

Arthur: Jono being aggressive here tonight, in the hopes that it'll allow him to forget about his loss last combat to Adrian. Taking his frustration out on Xander.

Alex: I don't blame him either. The syndicate want to send a message, and the best way to do that is to win. A match like this is his opportunity to send a statement.

Arthur: You're not wrong there.

Yet he doesn't stop there, lifting Xander to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach then dropping him to the mat with a powerbomb then bouncing off the ropes and hitting a knee drop before picking up Xander and whipping him into the corner, connecting with a running clothesline to drop him back to the mat once more. This time, he simply walks to his head and stomps down a single time before applying a crossface. Attempting to struggle his way outta the move, Xander manages to lift himself off the mat, he is unable to do so, but eventually is able to fight his way out of the hold.

Alex: A crossface like this is extremely painful to get out of. Even if you do, that torque and pressure on the neck is gonna be felt in the morning.

Arthur: He knows that too. Look at the way he's grabbing his neck after Jono released it. It'd be surprised if he doesn't have a headache.

Alex: Thankfully there's panadol in the back if he needs it.

His respite is short-lived, however, as a kick to the stomach and gutwrench suplex sends him right back down to the mat before Jono lifta him up, only to throw him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. The two make their way to their feet, Xander slightly stumbling whereas Jono is fresh in comparison before the latter attempts a clothesline, only for Xander to duck and cause Jono to run toward the ropes. He is able to stop himself from hitting them, only to be met with a running elbow smash by Xander that staggers him sligntly, followed by a hip toss that takes him down to the mat. A fist drop to the head follows, then a knee drop to the chest, causing the wind to escape from Jono as he is lifted and hit with a saito suplex. Xander attempts to drag Jono closer to the middle of the ring, but is met with a kick to the head, causing him to stagger and allowing Jono to knock him down with a discus lariat for a 2 count.

Arthur: That lariat may have just knocked Xander out.

Alex: For sure. I'd hate to be the one taking a move like that. Especially from somebody as dangerous as Jono.

Jono covers Xander..

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2….

3….!




Mr Determination vs Eddie Charisma


Eddie and Determination fist bump to begin this match, before Eddie attempts a double leg takedown, only for Determination to side step in order to evade, then stomp down atop his back. Waiting for Eddie to rise, Mr. Determination prepares to knock him back down with a clothesline but is instead taken down himself with a knee to the stomach into a snap DDT. Kipping up, Eddie leaps into the air, landing atop Determination's back with a double foot stomp before stepping off, lifting his opponent up and pulling them into a short-arm clothesline. He picks him up again, this time looking to hit a head and arm suplex, only to instead be twisted into a clothesline, followed by a Determination knee drop to the back. Standing, Determination continues his offensive by lifting Eddie up, dropping him with a double underhook DDT, then holding so that he can deliver a butterfly suplex. Releasing, he hooks the leg for a 1 and 1/4 count.

Arthur: Vance taking control of this match, knowing that if he wants a chance to win, he needs to end this quick.

Adam: Eddie isn't gonna let him though. If there's anything that Eddie is known for, it's his heart.

Arthur: We'll see how far that heart takes him tonight.

Determination shakes his head slightly, managing to rise to his feet before Eddie and hitting him with a dropkick to take him back down to the mat, then measuring him up for a knee drop, only for Eddie to roll out of the way, causing his knee to hit the canvas and leaving him open for a low angle enzuigiri to the temple. Looking downward, Eddie grabs his right arm, stomping on his shoulder before leaping over his opponents body and snapping the arm, causing Determination to clutch it, trying not to let the pain get to him. Yet he is soon pulled upwards by Eddie, who goes for a roundhouse kick, only for Determination to duck, though the follow up crescent kick hits its target, causing Vance to fall back first onto the canvas and leaving him open for a double foot stomp to the chest. Eddie then drops down for a pin attempt, getting a 1 and a 1/2 count.

Arthur: Eddie getting into the fight now, taking control of the pendulum that this match has been.

Adam: He's showing just why he is one of the highest regarded talents on the roster. He's taking the fight to Vance.

Pushing himself up, Eddie dropkicks Vance when he rises, before lifting him up and attempting to connect with a northern lights suplex, only for Determination to instead drop down and counter with a DDT to spike Eddie's head into the mat. Making his way to his feet, Vance manages to shake off the pain before managing to hoist Eddie up and connect with an alley-oop, causing the ring to shake as his chest impacts with the canvas at high speed. Rising, Determination stomps down on Eddie before lifting him up, and attempting a powerbomb, only for Eddie to counter with a back body drop, then a sharp knee to the skull when Vance attempts to rise. Eddie then drops down for another pin attempt, this time getting a 2 count.

Arthur: Picking his spots, Eddie understands that he cannot afford to allow Determination to work his way into this match. Especially considering his control early.

Adam: I think he already knows that. It's why he's taking control and not letting it go.

Arthur: Question is, can he sustain it?

Adam: I think he can.

Frustration evident on his face, Eddie pulls Vance to his feet, nailing a back handed chop to quell him when he attempts to reach out and wrap him into a bearhug, then a second before finishing the chain with a discus backfist. Staggering, Vance is able to keep himself from falling, which is enough to side step the leaping clothesline attempt from Eddie and instead hit him with a uranage. Smirking, he motions out to the crowd before driving his knee into the head of Eddie, before lifting him up, even if only to drive his head into Eddie's chest, causing him to fall and clutch at his chest attempting to regain his breath. Vance then connects with a tiger bomb, holding onto the pin for a damn close 2 and 7/8 count.

Arthur: Is that it? Has Vance done it?

Adam: No. The referee is indicating 2.

Arthur: I thought for sure it'd be 3.

One that he argues, which opens him up to be planted into the mat with a one handed bulldog, though the follow up stomp attempt is blocked and turned into a dragon screw, causing Eddie to slam onto the canvas once more, this time unable to stand before Vance lifts him up and connecting with a belly to back suplex. He then follows up with a impaler DDT, flipping Eddie over and wasting no time going for a pinfall, getting a 2 and 1/4 count.

Adam: Eddie has to find a way back into this, otherwise he will find himself on a one way ticket to the L train.

Arthur: See. He's fought well but Vance is just too much for him

Vance then laughs before hitting a leg drop, then going for another rapid fire pin, getting another 2 count.

Adam: Vance looking to wrap this up now.

Arthur: Why wouldn't he? He's let Eddie had his fun.
The Vance has signalled he’s had enough now and drops Eddie head first onto the turnbuckle following it up with The Determination Driver!
Pin

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Adrian Illingworth vs Zeb Webb

Adrian connects with a forearm smash to Zeb's face immedately after the bell rings, causing him to stagger before two more cause him to almost fall to a knee. A dropick to the knee is enough to send him face first onto the mat before Adrian locks in an front facelock and snap suplexes him back down, the ring shaking upon Zeb's impact with the canvas. Standing almost instantly after, Adrian hits a running knee to Zeb, before pulling him up and powerfully whipping him into the corner, Zeb's chest crashing into it before he falls backwards, allowing Adrian to connect with a running elbow drop. Adrian then looks out to the crowd before hitting a leg drop, then picking the body of Zeb up and snap powerslamming him. Not wishing to stop his momentum, Adrian goes for a belly to belly, only to be hit with an elbow to the top of his head, causing his grip to loosen as he stumbles. A running avalanche knocking him to the canvas. Zeb attempts to follow up with a splash, only for Adrian to roll out of the way at the last moment, before capitalising by attempting a pin for a 1 count.

Arthur: Aidan wasting no time here. He wants to put this match to bed quickly and assert himself as a threat.

Alex: Who wouldn't? It's the name of the game after all. Do what you must to make a statement.

Smiling to himself, Adrian attempts to lift Zeb up, recieving a cross to the jaw for his troubles, but is able to counter the follow up forearm smash by blocking it, booting Zeb back down to the canvas in the process. Leaping into the air, he connects with a double knee drop to the chest before lifting Zeb to his knees and driving his fist into his temple following a running start. Adrian then drops down for another pinfall attempt, this time getting a 2 count.

Arthur: What a punch. I'm saw I saw a few teeth leave Zeb's mouth after that. That's if he has any teeth.

Alex: Bit harsh there, don't you think?

Arthur: Am I lying though?

The Robot signals that it’s the end now and picks up Zeb… he holds him high then smashes him down with EFFICIENCY!

ONE

TWO

THERE

Alex: The Robot remains undefeated here in the IIW!


TV Title

Andre Cash vs PG-13

Andre Cash and PG-13 each come out of their corners ready for their debuts and begin to circle each other. After a moment, they tie up in the center of the ring, with PG-13 gaining the advantage. He works Andre back into the corner, but he scores with a pair of kicks into his legs, driving him back a few steps. PG-13 swings around the back of Andre, takes his by the shoulder and brings his down with a Russian Leg Sweep. PG-13 drops a knee on his chest and rushes into the ropes, before rebounding back and running over the top of Andre as he rolls over to his stomach. Andre gets back to his feet as PG-13 rebounds off the opposite rope and connects with a spinning wheel kick that knocks his back down.

Higgins: Great start by PG-13 here

PG-13 lifts Andre back to his feet and whips his into the ropes. After rebounding back into the ring, Andre ducks under a clothesline attempt from PG-13, rebounds off the opposite ropes and slides between his legs before getting back to his feet and bringing PG-13 down with a hip toss as he turns back around to face his. He quickly steps on the man’s stomach to sit him up and runs back into the ropes, before rebounding back and looking for a knee strike to the head. PG-13 leans back to avoid the strike and gets back to his feet. Andre rushes him and performs a flying headscissors landing on his feet, and connecting with a jumping back kick when PG-13 gets back up.

Higgins: Excellent quickness from Andre Cash, for someone so young, he has really developed that part of his game well.

Andre runs into the ropes again as PG-13 gets back up and goes for a running crossbody splash, only to have PG-13 catch his and drop his on his knee with a rib breaker. Andre gets back to his feet and takes a few kicks from PG-13, driving his back into the corner turnbuckle. PG-13 whips his across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle and rushes after his, connecting with a Stinger Splash in the corner. Andre stumbles out of the corner and right into PG-13’s arms, who brings his back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. PG-13 brings his back to his feet, and whips his into the ropes again, this time Andre avoids a spinning wheel kick from PG-13 and attempts a second crossbody, only to have the same result occur.

Higgins: Andre went for that move earlier, and PG-13 was ready for it again.

PG-13 places Andre on the top rope, and looks to follow his, only to have his kick his way free. PG-13 lands on his feet in the ring and stumbles back a couple of steps. Andre steps up to the top rope before leaping off and performing a perfect flying hurricanrana that sends PG-13 spinning down to the mat. Both wrestlers slowly get back to their feet and Andre scores with an arm drag, followed by a second and a third, before hitting PG-13 with a standing dropkick. Andre gets on top of PG-13 and lands several forearm strikes in a row until PG-13 is able to push his back off of him. As he gets back to his feet, he hits him over and over again with a series of kicks and forearms.

Higgins: But Andre finds a way to fight back!

Andre hits a hard forearm, but PG-13 responds with a hard chop across the chest. Andre hits him with another forearm strike, and he hits his with another chop. They go back and forth like this several more times before PG-13 absolutely levels his with a spinning backfist. PG-13 brings his back to his feet again and whips his into the corner before running after his at high speed and hitting his in the chest with a running double knee strike in the chest. Andre stumbles out of the corner and into the center of the ring as PG-13 rushes into the ropes, and handsprings into them, before flying backwards and hitting his in the head with a pele kick. PG-13 quickly makes a cover as Jimmy Schultz gets down to make the count.

Higgins: What a shot from PG-13!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

We have a new TV champion! PG 13!





Jasmine Raye vs Jolie Vexx vs Aliyah Landerson

Langston: "Introducing first, at five feet, four inches, weighing one hundred forteen pounds, from San Jose, California, The Princess of the six-one-nine... Aaliyah Landerson!"

Vengo Por Ti by Def Rebel erupts from the speakers and Aaliyah walks out on stage wearing a pink and black stripes with a hoodie. She kneels down on one knee and and utters a quick prayer. Getting up, she points to the fans as a burst of pyros goes off behind her. She moves to the other side of the stage and mimmicks the action, queuing more pyros to be mirrored in the same fashion. As the sparks die down she slowly walks the ramp, slapping some little kids high fives and blowing kisses to others. Pausing before she enters the ring, she hands a lucky patron a replica of her Luchdor Mask. Upon entering the ring, she hops on the turnbuckle and poses both index fingers high into the air. The crowd reacts positively with a pop and she dismounts, then walks to the other turnbuckle and does the same thing to similar results. As the cheers die down and her music fades, The Princess of the Six-One-Nine hops down from the turnbuckle and slumps into her assigned corner, eagerly awaiting her opponents.

Langston: "Introducing Next, at a height of five feet, four inches, weighing in at one hundred twelve pounds, she hails from within your dreams, Jolie Vexx!"

Beautiful Dangerous by Slash and Fergie belts its rifts out over the PA as strobes flash like camera flashbulbs as Jolie stops on the stage and a spot light focuses on her as the arena lights lower. Twinkling lights appear up and down the ramp as Vexx makes her way to the ring smiling and waving. Getting to the ring she climbs the steel stairs , stopping to flip her hair and slides between the ropes slowly. Once in the ring she leans over the ropes and waves to the fans once more before making her way to her assigned corner, all the while never breaking eye contact with Aaliyah Landerson.

Langston: "And the final combatant in tonight's Triple Threat Match... At five feet, six inches and one hundred twenty pounds, from Brooklyn, New York... Jasmine Raye!"

A Mashup of Marilyn Manson's Reedeemer and Jason Davis' Slept So Long fills the arena with an electronic grunge as a spotlight finds Jasmine Raye on the entrance ramp. She struts down to the ring and climbs the steps at ringside, ducking between the middle and bottom ropes. Once in the ring, she meets the gazes of her opponents as she settles into her assigned corner.

The referee reminds the three women quickly of the rules and signals to the Time Keeper, who rings the bell and sets the match underway.

The three women are each hesitant to be the first to leave their corner. They exchange glances with one another, each searching the others for a weakness or tell. For a moment it seemed there would not be a loser in this metephorical poker match, but then two decided to turn on the third. Vexx and Landerson close in on Raye with a speed that allowed her little time to respond. Throwing a wild right hook at Landerson and driving a knee toward the abdomen of Vexx, Raye scrambles to form a defense against the two woman charge. Landerson wisely scouts the counter attack and abandons her charge, retreating into the ropes while Vexx, less experienced than her ally in the charge, feels the breath-stealing blow sink deep into her midsection. Raye takes full advantage of Landerson's retreat and as Vexx attempts to recover from the blow, Raye rains down several heavy right handed punches to the side of her head. Landerson is content to rest against the ropes as the other two exchange blows. Vexx desperately swipes upward with an open hand chop that connects soundly with Raye's chest, sending her rocking back a step with a scream that leaves the audience confused on whether it was out of pain or anger. The verdict came in shortly. Raye responds with a flury of side kicks, employing both legs in the assault. The blows range from low leg kicks, to kicks to the midsection, finishing with high round houses to the head. Vexx puts up her best defense against the quick leg strikes and manages to evade most of the attack until Raye's right foot connects hard against the left side of her head and sends her sprawling through the ropes, off the apron, and onto the floor outside of the ring. Langston takes the opportunity to rush at Raye. She attacks with a Front Kick, which Raye is able to catch before her foot is able to connect, but Langston is quick to follow up with a foot to the side of Raye's head. The Leg Feed Enziguri levels Raye to the canvas and she rolls out of the ring next to Vexx.

Higgins: "Holy tamale! Just a few moments into this Triple Threat Match, and we've already seen some heavy exchanges and very quick footwork out of these ladies!"

Glass: "These ain't no ladies, Higgins! These are three women who came prepared to do whatever they have to to come out on top. There ain't gonna be nothin' lady-like about what they do to each in this ring tonight."

Higgins: "Jolie Vexx and Jasmine Raye are exchanging right hands outside the ring - and remember, there are no rope breaks, count outs, or disqualifications in a Triple Threat Match - but what's this?"

Glass: "Aaliyah Landerson is on the top rope! What's she doing up there? Don't tell me she's gonna..."

As Vexx and Raye each stand they find the other before them and begin exchanging right hands, but Landerson has climbed the top rope. Landerson faces away from the two women brawling at ringside, but she leaps backward with a hundred and eighty degree corkscrew, colliding into both women with a Reverse Crossbody that sends all three bodies crashing into and over the barrier at ringside. The three women are sent spilling into the first row of audience members and security is quick to interpose themselves between the competitors and the spectators. Landerson is first to her feet. She exhales through puckered lips, blowing some unruly strands of hair from in front of her eyes as the fans who are able to reach past the security personnel pat her on the back and shoulders. The crowd is alive with the action and the noise they generate is disorienting. Landerson is not phased by the noise or physical contact from the audience and bends down, lifting Vex by the head and arm. Vexx counters once she finds her feet, sinking a sharp back elbow into Landerson's mid section and with a handful of her hair, wrenches down on Landerson's head, sending her face-first into one of the folding chairs. Not relenting in her attack, Vexx slams Landerson face-first into the same chair two more times before allowing the opponent to slump back to the floor, knocking over a beverage that had been placed there. The fans that had been supporting Landerson had some choice words for Ms. Vexx, but she literally shrugged them off, using a hand to brush her own shoulder. The time she took to respond ended up being too great. Raye throws a standing side kick and it connects with Vexx's chin. Vexx stumbles backward and tumbles back over the barricade to the floor at ringside.

Higgins: "I can't believe we're seeing this, ABG! The fight has spilled into the seats and these women are brawling in the crowd!"

Glass: "They're out for blood, Higgins. You can't afford to play nice in a three way. This is every woman for herself, and God, do I love to see it!"

Higgins: "Superkick! Jasmine Raye has just delivered a gruesome Superkick to Jolie Vexx!"

Raye is surprised when Landerson grabs her by the arm and whips her toward the barricade. She turns at the last moment, colliding back-first into the structure. Landerson takes her by the arm again and jumps onto the barricade. Landerson balances on the barricade with Raye's arm twisted before flipping off of it, sending Raye flying over the barrier and crashing into the floor at ringside with a Tilt-A-Whirl Arm Drag. Raye and Vexx find their footing, but Landerson drops them both again with a Double Clothesline. Landerson lifts Vexx from the ground, but Vexx throws her arms wide, breaking Landerson's grasp. She slips behind her and lifts her for The Fluffer, right over the steel steps, but Landerson is able to work in a headlock on the way down and counters into a Bulldog onto the steps! Landerson takes time to recover, but Raye is quick to hit her from behind with a Bridging Butterfly Suplex.

Higgins: "The Fluffer! NO! Landerson counters with a Bulldog and sends Vexx face-first into the unforgiving steel steps at ringside!"

Glass: "Yeah, Higgins. Count that as payback for the face smash into the steel chair she took earlier."

Higgins: "Raye comes out of no where with a Dark Gold, but the referee wouldn't count the pin!"

Glass: "Yeah, buddy! Falls have to take place INSIDE the ring! You can't win on the outside."

Frustrated, Raye rolls Landerson into the ring. Landerson is mostly in the ring, but her head hangs over the apron. Vexx has climbed to the top rope and leaps from her perch, hitting Landerson with a Guillotine Leg Drop onto the apron, but is pulled then to the floor by Raye, hitting the back of her head. Raye gives Vexx a stomp to the midsection for good measure and rolls herself into the ring, covering Landerson. Landerson is in the ropes, but the referee begins to count anyway.

ONE!

TWO!

Landerson uses the bottom rope to pull herself far enough out of the ring that her shoulders are no longer on the canvas. Raye drags Landerson further into the ring, gives her a stomp to the midsection, and goes to the corner for a Split Legged Moonsault, but Vexx is there on the apron and shakes the ropes. Raye crashes into the canvas head first. Vexx then climbs to the top of the ropes, but Landerson is to her feet. She leaps over the fallen Raye and shoves Vex off the top rope where she collides with the corner of the announce table. Landerson finds Raye on the canvas from her perch and leaps, nailing Raye with the Landerson Frog Splash! The referee takes position and counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Landerson holds her midsection as the referee raises her hand in victory.

Langston: "The winner of this Triple Threat Match, at a time of ten minutes and twelve seconds, Aaliyah Landerson!"

Def Rebel's Vergo Por Ti hits the PA System and the fans cheer in excitement after an aggressive Triple Threat!

Higgins: "Wow, ABG! That was a lot of action, but Landerson manages to take it home with a Frog Splash!"

Glass: "To think I used to say women's matches were boring. Well not tonight!"




Hardrising Title Match



Xander Lux vs Trent Darby

The bell rings and Lux immediately charges at Darby, who feints out of the way. Xavier spins on him, swinging a haymaker, but Darby again ducks out of the way, snapping off a quick kick to the side of Xavier's leg. Xavier again swings a heavy hook, but Darby feints back out of the way, then dodges underneath the crushing left-handed follow-up, snapping off a stinging kick to Lux's ribs. Frustrated, Lux charges, but Darby does a Matrix-style back bend out of the way before nipping up to a handstand, springing into an enzugiri to the back of Xavier's head! Xavier stumbles forward as Darby runs into the ropes, springboarding off with a huge dropkick. Xavier stumbles back against the ropes as Darby runs to the other side, and springboards up..HURRICANRANA ON LUX! Darby hangs on for a quick cover...

ONE

Lux powers out.

Higgins: Darby is definitely using the combination of his quickness and Lux's aggressiveness to his advantage here in the early going.


Darby immediately nips up to his feet, brushing the 'dirt' off of his shoulder before snapping off a series of stiff kicks to the rising Xavier. He runs into the ropes, ducking a Xavier clothesline before coming back...SNAP SUPLEX! Lux crashes to the mat as Darby nails him with a flipping senton splash! Another cover!

ONE

TWO

Lux powers out again.

Darby stands up, shaking his head before running into the ropes once more. Lux stumbles up...DAR--NO! Lux catches the leg and spins Darby around...Right into a HUGE lariat! Darby crumples to the mat and Lux swears at him, immediately going on the attack, stomping away at the downed challenger. Lux pulls the Trent to his feet...and RIGHT into another short-armed lariat. Lux stomps at the back of Darby's head, pulling him up before planting him with a body slam. Lux immediately goes to his knees and cinches in a headlock on Darby, driving his knee into the small of the challengers's back as he does so while grinding his forearm across the bridge of his nose as he takes him to the mat.

Higgins: This is what Xavier is best at, and what he absolutely HAS to do. Take Darby off of his feet, slow him down, wear him down...don't let him hit that explosive offense, and just try to win a war of attrition.

Lux continues to attempt to choke the life out of Darby, who writhes and struggles in the hold, trying to shift his body around to fight his way to his feet. Lux goes with him, transitioning into a side headlock as Darby tries to fight his way out. Xavier wrenches back on Blocks neck before sending him into the ropes, looking for a big boot...but Darby ducks underneath! He runs into the ropes, going for another springboard..But gets caught! Spinebuster by Xavier! The crowd jeers as Xavier sneers down at Darby, laying in a hard stomp right to the bridge of his nose before pulling him up. He nails a big European uppercut , sending Darby stumbling back into the ropes. Darby staggers out...right into a huge powerslam from Lux. Lux goes for a cover...

ONE

TWO

Darby kicks out.

Lux drives a series of stiff elbows into the side of Darby's head, pulling him up and sending him into the ropes, absolutely crushing him with a huge boot to the face. Lux doesn't even give Darby a chance to fall before scooping him up over his shoulder, running toward the corner and dropping him face-first into the turnbuckles with a snake eyes! Darby is in a daze as he stumbles out into a boot to the gut from Lux. SUN SET FLIP

ONE

TWO

THR---

NO! Darby kicks out!

Higgins: Darby simply refuses to go down here, no matter how much raw power Xavier Lux throws at him!

Lux curses, rising to his feet and stomping away at Darby before pulling him up. He whips him HARD toward the turnbuckles, sending him crashing into the turnbuckles chest-first. Darby staggers back into Lux's grip as he crosses the arms, looking to finish him with the straight-jacket German suplex...BUT DARBY FLIPS OUT ONTO HIS FEET! LUX SPINS AROUND RIGHT INTO A BLOCKA! KARATE CHOP! ANOTHER KARATE CHOP! Lux doubles over! Darby runs...CLO---NO! Lux gets out of the way!

SPEAR ON THE DARBY! BUT IN TO THE REFEREE!!!!

Higgins: THE REF IS OUT OF IT, it looks like he took the full brunt as Duke Longbottom lays down motionless

The crowd roars with boos as Lux staggers up to his feet, signalling for the end. He waits for Darby to start to get up before running into the ropes----BUT DARBY FOLLOWS HIM! BACK INTO PROTOCOL! COVER

ONE

TWO

THREEE….

THE CROWD CHANT! BUT THERE IS NO REFEREE AS THE COUNT CONTINUES….Trent stands up not sure what’s going on checking on Duke…

Suddenly down comes sprinting back up referee Luke Dongbottom!

But XAVIER FROM BEHIND… GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! He holds for the cover!!!!

ONE

TWO

THRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Bell rings!

BUT….

The referee’s are arguing! Luke Dongbottom has counted 3 for Xavier Lux while Duke Longbottom as counted 3 for Trent Darby!

Higgins: SO WHO WON?

The referee’s both hold up the other contenders arm proclaiming them as the champion

Xavier and Trent wearily look at each other. Not too sure what’s happening…. They begin arguing themselves….

OUT OF NOWHERE IT’S PG13

HE CLEARS HOUSE HE USES HIS BODY TO TAKE DOWN ALL 4 OF THE MEN!!!!

Higgins: THIS IS COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL NOW!!!!!

………….BAD BOY FOR LIFE…………..

The fans are now going mental as the owner of IIW Osh Vaughan’s music begins to play.

He strolls out with a mic in hand.

Osh Vaughan: WELL…. IT’s my first appearance in a long time at Combat… But having seen what I’ve just seen… There really is only one outcome here isn’t there

At the next Combat PPV

IT WILL BE

Xavier Lux……… vs Trent Darby…….. vs PG 13

FOR A UNIFICATION OF THE HARD RISING AND TV TITLE….

The Brand new IIW COMBAT…TRIPLE CROWN TITLE!

GOODNIGHT………. AND GOD BLESS!