With a loud bang and a flash of blue, green, and white pyro, the EWI Collision is on the air. The Collision theme song, Creed's "Bullets", blares over the loudspaker as the arena is packed with several thousand rabid wrestling fans, waving signs and banners and cheering as loud as they can throughout the impressive opening display. As the noise dies down and the smoke begins to clear, the faces of play-by-play announcer Blake Underwood and color commentator Adam Kogler, who are at ringside to call the night's action, appear on the video screen and televisions across the continent. Before either could say a word, Everlast's "The Way It Is" brought the challengers for the tag team titles into the arena.
EWI TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ChampionsHarbinger &
EWI Hardcore ChampionThe Destroyer
ChallengersGeorge Achica &*****
BlackJack McBain was solemnly focused, while George wasn't
his usually amiable self; his darkened scowl reminiscent of the Polynesian
volcano gods. As McBain and Achica waited in the ring, "Fell on Black Days"
by Soundgarden began to play as the tag team champions made their way towards
the ring. The Cult duo placed their tag titles on the apron, Harbinger
clutching onto his belt for a longer period of time than his larger, more
stoic partner. Harbinger began the match for his team, facing off against the
375 pound George Achica. As the bell ring, the two exchanged punches, with
the larger Achica quickly gaining the upper hand and sending Harbinger into
the ropes. Reverting to one of his trademark strategies, Harbinger flew off
the ropes, jumped at Achica, and began biting the man's forehead until a
count from the ref prompted a release. Harbinger backed off for a moment,
then ran in again, this time to apply a chokehold. This time, however, George
grabbed his savage opponent by his throat to break Harbinger's grip on his
own neck, then headbutted him to the canvas. Harbinger shot up, only to be
blasted with a series of hard elbows, followed by a big sidewalk slam to
plant him down. Achica was able to get a two count before Harbinger swung his
arm up, then scurried to his corner to tag in The Destroyer. Achica
immediately attacked with a succession of hard kicks to the knees and thighs.
Destroyer grabbed for George, but Achica sidestepped around and locked on a
bearhug. He couldn't maintain the hold for long though, as Destroyer reversed
into a bearhug of his own, quickly turning it into a belly to-belly suplex.
Achica was then whipped into his corner, at which point McBain tagged himself
into the match. He showed no hesitation in going after Destroyer, sending him
off the ropes with a roundhouse dropkick and impressively using the big man's
own momentum off the ropes to take him over with a judo throw. As Destroyer
charged, BlackJack went for a super kick, only to have it caught, and to be
spun around into a neckbreaker. McBain reached across the mat toward his
partner, but Destroyer was quick to drop a knee to the throat to keep him at
bay, then cinch in an Indian Deathlock. McBain, after what must have felt
like an eternity, was able to resist The Destroyer's strength long enough to
hold on and reach the ropes, prompting a break, but not until the referee's
count reached 4. Destroyer calmly rose to tag in his partner, before going
right back down, now applying a camel clutch. The referee began his five
count, so Harbinger ran into the ropes and came off with a dropkick right to
McBain's exposed face. Destroyer left the ring as Harbinger laid the boots to
BlackJack's back, followed by a hard legdrop. McBain was pulled up by the
savage athlete and whipped into ropes, as Harbinger flew at him with a flying
bodypress, but was caught and slammed down hard in a last ditch effort by
McBain. Harbinger clutched at BlackJack's ankle for all he was worth, but
McBain used his last bit of strength to make a final leap and tag in his
partner. George Achica rushed Harbinger, nailing him with right hand after
right hand, followed by a huge gorilla press slam. Destroyer immediately
entered the ring and flattened Achica with a huge clothesline, sending him
rolling into a neutral corner, but before the ref could force Destroyer out
of the ring and regain control, a weary BlackJack McBain entered the ring and
pounced on The Destroyer. The effort proved futile, as Destroyer hoisted up
BlackJack in mid-charge and slammed him into the turnbuckles by the throat.
Destroyer whipped McBain out of the corner, but he collided with a recovering
Harbinger, sending both men sprawling. McBain fell right back into Destroyer,
who in turn rolled him into the Will Breaker! But on the other side of the
ring, Achica noticed Harbinger careen to the mat as he pulled himself up with
the aid of turnbuckles. Climbing up to the second one, Achica came off with
the Coconut Express! Achica made the cover on the legal man, Harbinger, and
before Destroyer was aware of the situation and could release his hold on
McBain and prevent it, the referee had counted to three, crowning new EWI tag
team champions.Underwood: What a way to kick of Collision, with new tag team champions! I can already see that this is going to be a wild night. We were expecting big things with the announcement of Blaze of Glory and the stipulations surrounding that huge five man main event which we will talk more about a little bit later on, but I have to admit I'm stunned by this...McBain and Achica are the new EWI tag team champions! Daron Manners*****
Larry Mental made his way to the ring first, waving to the fans along the way. He threw his silk robe to the side, entered the ring, and leaned against the ropes waiting for his opponent. AFI began to play as Daron Manners ran down to the ring, a package in his hands, the crowd cheering the whole way. He got into the ring and handed Mental the package. Mental opened the package, revealing a t-shirt with the words "Mind your manners" written on it. Mental promptly threw the shirt away and went after Manners. After a few lefts and rights, Mental hit a body slam on Manners, who quickly rolled along the ground and caught Mental in a leg sweep. The two men got up at the same time, as Manners hit a single uppercut onto Mental. He then charged Mental. Mental stepped aside, however, and he sent Manners into the turnbuckles. Mental began delivering several lefts and rights, but Manners fought back, reversed things, and slammed Mental's head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. Pulling from a reserve of energy, Mental fought right back, pushing off on Manners and then catching him in a body slam as Manners charged in again. Daron shot to his feet but was met with a big boot to the face for his trouble. As Manners struggled to his feet, Mental ran off the ropes, hitting a flying clothesline just as his opponent got to his feet. Acting quickly, Mental locked on a figure-four leglock. Manners howled in agony, but after several moments, began struggling to reverse the hold, which he eventually did, much to the delight of the crowd. Mental was too close to the ropes, however, and forced the break of the hold. Mental rolled to the outside of the ring immediately in an attept to compose himself. As he was walking aroung, Manners flung himself over the top rope and down onto Mental, who crashed hard into the guardrail. Manners grabbed Mental and rolled him into the ring. Manners followed him in and then began motioning to the crowd for support, for far too long a period of time. This prolonged celebration allowed Mental to get up and grab Manners in a bear hug. Manners fought back with a headbutt, forcing Mental to let go. Manners then grabbed his head and ran up the turnbuckles, coming off with a hurricane DDT. Manners then quickly ran up the turnbuckles again and came off with a legdrop. Manners then made the pin and got the three count for the win. Just then, Mental's manager Eddy O ran to ringside with a crowbar in hand. As Manners once more celebrated with the crowd, O revived Mental and gave him the crowbar. Mental came up behind Manners and nailed him in the head, laying the man unconcious in the ring as they headed to the back. The referee slid back into the ring to check on Manners, but was quickly pulled out from behind by two large black men in suits. While one of the men held the ref from behind by the shoulders, the other dusted him off mockingly and sent him on his way back to the dressing room. They then entered the ring and helped Manners to his feet as Concrete Blonde's "Violent" began to play, bringing a chorus of boos down from the crowd as Virus Richards, last seen attacking Diamond King at Destiny, made his way towards the ring. As the two suits stood Manners up in mid-ring and cleaned him up as they did the referee, Virus stepped through the ropes. He patted Manners on the back and congratulated him on the victory, and even sent one of the suits over to hold the ropes open for the victor. After a handshake Manners went to take his leave amidst some cheers, but at the last minute Virus called him back. In a flash, the second suit reached a steel chair in front of Manners' face, and Virus shot a superkick right into it, smashing the chair against Manners and knocking him flat on his back. The cheers for Manners quickly turned to more boos for Virus, who then reached for a microphone.Virus: OK, that's about enough of this garbage. Virus: I suppose after you've been blackballed for fifteen months, what's another 32 days? 32 days ago I graced you good people, bumpkins and yokels alike, with my presence and drove that broken down old fool Diamond King and his Nostalgia Tour right out the front door and straight down the road to the glue factory where his kind belongs. But it seems that my style wasn't, shall we say, appreciated by the bigwigs of this here federation. No, it seems your good Commissioner frowns upon "run ins" by "non roster" guys such as myself. Can you believe that after the service I provided, free of charge I might add, this company didn't even want to offer me a contract? I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that thanks to my associates Leroy and Bruno here and EWI's failure to comply with certain Affirmative hiring policies, here I am ready to bring real dignity, class, and sportsmanship to Elite Wrestling International. Now as for my dearly dispatched friend here, he is a perfect example of what there is just no room for in EWI. Here I come out to the ring, to make a simple announcement and congratulate the new guy on a, well, I guess for him it's a big win, and what does he do? He decides he needs to make fun of that handicapped kid in the third row wearing the yellow shirt....hey, I'm sorry kid, it's not my fault he felt the need to single you out like that....I mean really, is that called for? Virus: I know, it's completely uncalled for. And this is the man that is going to face The Destroyer at the pay per view for the hardcore title? I think not. Bob, tell your master to enjoy that championship of his for the next few weeks, because once I punk your big retarded ass at Blaze of Glory, the ol' Cult Master is going to find an old friend waiting to take this title away from him just the same as I did the last one. I remember the last so-called "Age of The Cult". It was so dreary and bland that I had to put a stop to it, and I'll do just the same to this one. See ya in Sacramento, ladies. Oh, and by the way, what happened to my old buddy Harbinger and his precious belt? Hell of a match there guys, I really am impressed. I couldn't lose to those guys on my worst day. I'm proud of ya.
Virus tossed the mic down, and with Leroy and Bruno holding the ropes open, he quickly jumped out to the floor and headed back to the dressing room, pausing repeatedly to plead his innocence against various charages made by fans along the aisle.Kogler: Now I thought that maybe it was a one time thing, but this
marks yet another week I've had to sit out here and endure these two nutjobs!
Next time you warn me, and we'll get what's-his-name; Martin, to come out
here and take my place for a bit. And what's with Mentalcase jumping Daron
post match? If there's anything I can't stand, it's a sore loser! If only there were more upstanding citizens like Virus Richards around here, the EWI would be a much better place! Captain Patrick O'Conner*****
The mystical tones of "Kashmir" wafted throughout the arena as EWI newcomer Lance Stanton made his way to the ring. Dressed in black shades, a black singlet adorned with cryptic gold symbols and his blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, Stanton entered the ring. Blowing kisses and waving to the crowd with a double peace-sign, the crowd responded with a lukewarm, but negative reception. Throwing his towel into the corner but leaving his shades on, Stanton awaited the arrival of his legendary opponent. Just then, "I Will Find You" by Clannad came over the loudspeakers and the crowd shot to its feet in a huge ovation as "Captain" Patrick O'Connor made his way to the ring, dressed in his trademark Black Watch kilt. O'Connor acknowledged the crowd and then made his way to the ring, setting aside his kilt before he entered. O'Connor and Stanton faced off in the ring, both men sizing each other up. The two then locked up in the middle of the ring. Stanton attempted a go-behind armbar, but O'Connor quickly stepped out of it and pushed Stanton aside. A bit more frustrated, Stanton locked up with O'Connor again, this time with O'Connor maneuvering himself into position for a side headlock. Stanton quickly moved to the ropes, forcing the break of the hold. The Captain released the hold as Stanton began to complain to the referee about hair pulling, drawing a "that's ridiculous" response from O'Connor, the crowd, and even the official. Stanton got furious, and took off his shades, throwing them into the crowd. After finally calming down, Stanton went in for another lockup, but this time stopped short, delivering a quick kick to the Ambergris Caye native's midsection followed by a rocker dropper. Acting quickly, Stanton ran to the ropes, bouncing off of the middle one and hitting an Asai moonsault followed by a pinfall attempt. He only recieved a two-count, however. Stanton then picked O'Connor up and attempted an Irish whip into the turnbuckles, which O'Connor reversed. Reacting quickly, Stanton hopped to the top turnbuckle (via the second turnbuckle), and came off with a flying headscissors takeover. O'Connor rolled along the mat and shot up, whereupon Stanton charged. O'Connor was ready, though, and sidestepped him, turning Stanton over in a hiptoss followed by a rolling armbar. Stanton struggled in the hold, and eventually got to the ropes once more. O'Connor pulled him off, however, and quickly applied an abdominal stretch. After some maneuvering and some time in the hold, Stanton managed to counter the stretch, sending the Captain over in a hiptoss. O'Connor got up and Stanton attempted a kick to his midsection, but O'Connor countered it with a martial arts-style block followed by a spinning legsweep, sending Stanton hard to the mat. O'Conor lifted his opponent up and sent him into the corner with an Irish whip, followed by an avalanche. As Stanton stumbled out, O'Connor grabbed him and went for a suplex, but Stanton turned him over into a small package, but only scoring a two-count. Both men shot up, but Stanton got in a surprise attempt at The Splice! O'Connor managed to push him off into the ropes, however, and then followed up with a knee to Stanton's back, sending him to his knees. O'Connor then went for a pumphandle powerslam, but Stanton hiptossed O'Connor over and hit a kneedrop to the Captain's head to counter the move. Stanton picked O'Conner up, and got him in a reverse headlock, but several punches from O'Connor to Stanton's gut forced Stanton to weaken his hold. O'Connor then grabbed Stanton's head and leg and hit a spinning out of nowhere, followed by the Celtic Cross! The crowd shot to its feet as Stanton fought valiantly. Stanton held out for as long as he could, but with the move sinched in in the middle of the ring and his arms tied up, Stanton had no choice but the give up, awarding the match to "Captain" Patrick O'Connor. O'Connor got to his feet and his arms was raised in victory. Suddenly, however, Daemon Knight stalked out of the back, accompanied by his manager Page, who yanked on Knight's arm, pleading with the big man not to interfere. The much larger Daemon simply shook off his manager and got into the ring and got behind O'Connor. As O'Connor turned around Knight grabbed the Captain's throat and delivered a monstrous chokeslam! Daemon Knight then picked O'Connor up, only to send him right back down with the Helldriver! Page then climbed into the ring glaring at Stanton, who was just getting up. As Daemon Knight held onto O'Connor, Stanton made a motion to the back. A red light swept over the arena as a crimson fog emanated thick and dense from the entranceway. A figure soon became visible in the fog: the intimidating 6'6" frame of Nick Sinister! Sinister, smiling broadly and wearing his black and red arcane wrestling attire and black silks around his neck, slowly made his way to the ring. As he entered, Stanton proudly handed him a microphone. Daemon Knight brought O'Connor to his knees, holding him in place. Sinister knelt as well, so that his face was directly opposite to the of O'Connor's. He then spoke in a deep, hypnotic voice:Sinister: "O' Captain ... my dear Captain! I made the EWI well aware of my impending arrival more than a fortnight ago. Some men chose to listen, including your greatest adversary, the one who sees himself as your god and mine, the EWI World Champion himself! And others.........."
Sinister's smile faded as his voice lowered into almost a growl.Sinister: "...chose to ignore me. Above all else, I detest being ignored, Mr. O'Connor."
Sinister slapped O'Connor across the face, before slowly smiling again.Sinister: "But I cannot blame you in full, Captain, for you knew not of who I was ... and who we are. There are others here who know ... but you, you must be shown our way. I do not see myself as a god, or a prophet, or anything of that nature. And since I hold your legendary status in the highest regard, I have arranged a personal demonstration for you on this night!"
Daemon Knight yanked O'Connor to his feet as Stanton berated him and Sinister slowly removed his silks. He then tied them around O'Connor's neck, choking the man. O'Connor vought valiantly, stretching the silks a good couple of feet, at which point Sinister yanked him in the other direction, over the top rope while clutching the tied silk, hanging O'Connor by the neck from inside the ring!!! With a demented look on his face, Sinister used his multi-tattooed arms to tie the other end of the silks to the top rope, as Stanton and Daemon Knight rolled out of the ring, staving off several EWI officials. Finally, a few got through and were unable to untie the Captain, before being shoved to the floor by Sinister. Sinister slowly put his arm around O'Connor, bring him to his feet, before applying the Weeper's Sorrow! With the hold intact, Sinister slowly walked backwards all the way to the aisle, swinging O'Connor violently back and forth before finally dropping him in the center of the aisle. Daemon Knight and Stanton joined Sinister as he stood over the fallen legend's body, as Stanton again presented him with the mic.Sinister: "I dare say, my Captain, that on this night, I am your only god. And now my fellow Elites, I believe the point has been driven in like the proverbial nail in the coffin: The Crimson Guild lives again! All those who stand in the way of our objectives will meet a fate ten times worse than that of Mr. O'Connor. All those who disregard us will be made to listen. This is only the beginning ... we are not good ... we are not evil ... we are Sinister."
The Crimson Guild slowly turned and made its way to the back, with Page angrily trailing behind.Underwood: An excellent match between two superior athletes sees Captain Patrick O'Conner come out on top, but the bigger story here is the appearance of Nick Sinister, leading The Crimson Guild into EWI. With the energy of Stanton, the power of Daemon Knight, and the obvious leadership and charisma of Sinister, this group could cause a lot of problems for a lot of people here in EWI. The Prophet*****
"No Escapin' This" by The Beastnuts brought the crowd out of the state of shock it was in after the events of the previous match and to it's feet as for the first time in more than a month Lucas Coleman made his way out towards an EWI ring. Coleman held his hands high as he stood centre ring, but he didn't have long to bask in his return as The Prophet made an uncharacteristic entrance, running down to the ring without the usual musical accompaniment. Once at the ring he paused before entering and slowly approached his opponent, who stood with his hand outstretched in an apparent gesture of sportsmanship. Coleman's true intentions were quickly revealed as he pulled his hand back and swung at Prophet with a clothesline, but Prophet seemed to anticipate the move and easily ducked out of the way, enabling himself to nail Coleman with a low blow that dropped the man to his knees. Prophet yanked Coleman up by the hair only to drive him down with a running bulldog, and it was clear that Prophet was looking to win quickly. He stalked in slowly as Coleman, clutching his head, stumbled over to a corner. Once in close Prophet swung a mighty right hand but Coleman, who was not as hurt as he was letting on, was able to block it and counter with a knee to the midsection that caught the big man off guard. Prophet doubled over and staggered backwards, allowing Coleman to come out of the corner and connect with a DDT. Rather than go for a cover right away Coleman delivered a kneedrop down across the forehead and looked out towards Adam Kogler at the announce table with a definite smirk. Kogler seemed confused as to why Coleman would make such a gesture, and it gave Prophet an opening that he needed. With Coleman distracted Prophet was able to get to his feet, and when Coleman turned around he was met with a swift kick to the jaw that sent him back into the turnbuckle. Prophet followed up quickly, whipping Coleman across the ring with great force, sending him hard into the corner opposite. As Coleman stumbled out Prophet scooped him up and slammed him down, and then mounted his fallen opponent and began hammering down with repeated right hands until the referee stepped in and demanded that Prophet let his opponent get back to his feet. The yellow-eyed man appeared to heed the instruction, but quickly turned back to his opponent, this time grinding his forearm across the bridge of Coleman's nose until the official physically intervened and pulled Prophet off. This clearly angered the big man, who shot to his feet and moved towards the referee, scaring the official into fleeing to the other side of the ring. Prophet then turned back to his opponent and started to pull him up by the hair but Coleman fought back, burying a series of right hands into Prophet's midsection. After several blows Prophet lost his grip on Coleman, who then grabbed the big man's legs and brought him down to the canvas where he applied a leg grapevine, trying to take away Prophet's size advantage. Coleman did not adequately allow for that size advantage, though, and his ring positioning made it easy for Prophet to reach out and grab the bottom rope, forcing the ref to call for a break. Surprisingly Coleman complied with the official's request and let go of the hold, but he kept hold of Prophet's one leg as the grey-skinned man used the ropes to pull himself back to a vertical base. Once Prophet was up, though, Coleman used a dragon screw leg whip to bring him right back down, clearly realizing that his best bet against a bigger opponent was to keep him on the mat. Coleman then went for another leg hold, but before he could lock one on Prophet kicked him off, sending him all the way back into the far side ropes, where Coleman lost his footing and his arms became tangled between the top and middle strand. The ref hurried over to try and free him, but was not able to do so before Prophet could get to his feet and move in on his opponent. Stalking his helpless adversary Prophet landed one solid right hand across the jaw of Coleman before stepping out to the floor and grabbing Coleman by his legs. With the ropes holding Coleman's upper body in place Prophet pulled back on the legs, using almost a vertical Boston crab to wear down Coleman's back and shoulders as the referee began counting Prophet out from inside the ring. At seven Prophet let go of the legs and the referee stopped his count, but only to admonish Prophet for taking advantage of Coleman being tied in the ropes. Prophet responded by reaching up and freeing his opponent, but only to grab him by the ankles and trip him, causing Coleman to hit the canvas face first as Prophet rolled back into the ring. Once back inside he pulled Coleman up and attempted an Irish whip but amazingly Coleman was able to counter, and out of sheer desperation as Prophet rebounded he was able to take his opponent over with a devastating spinebuster! Both men lay flat on their backs in the middle of the ring, and the referee began a double count. At six Prophet began to move, rolling over onto his stomach as the official checked on Coleman. While that was happening a close-up of the ring revealed Prophet reaching into his trunks for something, although the camera didn't pick up exactly what it was. Once he had it Prophet shoved the ref out of the way and pulled Coleman to his feet, sending him into the ropes. Coleman ducked the initial clothesline attempt and came off the far side ropes with a spear, but just before he made contact Prophet's hand shot up and a white cloud of salt covered Coleman's face. Coleman's spear connected driving Prophet to the mat once again, but Coleman was blinded from the cloud, apparently salt, and was not able to capitalize on the advantage. As Coleman struggled to wipe the salt from his eyes, Prophet was able to get his wind and make it back to his feet. He grabbed Coleman and delivered a running neckbreaker before setting him up on the top rope and delivering The Prophecy. A quick cover and a three count gave Prophet the win, while Coleman continued to struggle to regain his vision. As the ring announcer proclaimed the verdict, Prophet pulled Coleman up and glared into his salt covered face, saying "Cockiness? NO! I have SEEN IT!" before shoving Coleman back to the canvas and making his exit.Underwood: The Prophet's winning streak continues, although I have to admit I'm a little bit surprised. Lucas Coleman gave him everything he could have asked for in that match, and I'd say that was The Prophet's toughest challenge to date.
EWI UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ChampionHeavy D
ChallengerBenjamin Childs
with Zane*****
Before either participant could be introduced, cameras spotted Charles Childs, the older brother of the challenger, making his way through the crowd towards an open seat in the front row. He calmly took the seat as Benjamin Childs' music started and the Cult enforcer made his way to the ring, accompanied by Zane and a number of hooded Cult minions. As the group surrounded the ring Childs set up his customary table at ringside and slid into the ring to await his opponent. The sounds of DMX's "Trina Moe" soon blared over the sound system, introducing the universal champion to the sold out crowd. Heavy D emerged through the curtain, the universal championship wrapped firmly around his waist, and held his arms in the air. A burst of red and blue fireworks shot up from the ramp as the champ made his way to the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. Once Heavy D was in the ring neither man wasted any time going after the other, and almost immediately the two men were trading punches back and forth, with Heavy D getting the early advantage. After connecting with a series of unanswered rights the universal champion went for one big swinging punch to finish the job but Childs ducked out of the way and swung behind D, hooking him in a rear waistlock and taking him over with a German suplex. Childs held the bridge looking for the quick pin, but got only a one count before Heavy D kicked out. The challenger lunged with a half-hearted clothesline as D got to his feet which was easily ducked, but when D turned around he was met with an impressive looking dropkick from Childs, not usually known for an arial attack. A quick armdrag took D down when he next got up and an armbar held him in place as Childs, adopting a style certainly different than his norm, controlled the early part of the match. D struggled against the hold for a few moments as he contemplated strategy for this unexpected offensive attack and finally managed to get to his feet. Once up he quickly reversed the armbar and pulled Childs into a short kick to the midsection, which was followed immediately with a DDT. Rather than go for a cover D decided to take advantage of Childs' incapacity and wear him down further by applying an STF. The crowd cheered as D wrenched back on Childs' neck, but the challenger was not worn down nearly enough to submit and was able to grab the bottom rope to force a break. The champ released the hold but did not let Childs get back to his feet without a fight. He laid into Childs with a series of hard kicks to the chest as the Cult member struggled to regain his footing, and finally connected with a short dropkick right to the face to put Childs back to the canvas. Heavy D shot over into a cover and hooked the leg, but just before the ref's hand could hit for a third time Childs shot his shoulder up. The champ looked as though he didn't believe he was going to win on that exchange anyway and responded by trying to pull Childs up by the hair but the challenger countered, wrenching down on the arm he had worked on earlier and applying a short arm scissors once he had D on the mat. A quick rope break followed, but just as D had done moments earlier Childs wasn't about to let his opponent get up easily. He stayed on top of Heavy D, delivering a series of swift kicks to the knee as the champ tried to get to his feet and finally hitting a dropkick to the knee to bring Heavy D down in a manner remarkably similar to how D had worked him over earlier in the match. With his opponent down Childs grabbed Heavy D's leg and draped it over the middle rope, and then executed a double legdrop right across the knee, causing the universal champion to call out in pain and clutch his knee in an attempt to cover up. Sensing victory Childs pulled Heavy D to his feet and sent him into the ropes, but his clothesline attempt was ducked and D countered with a neckbreaker, giving himself some time. D slowly pulled himself to his feet and began to stomp Childs, which was a questionable approach given the weakened condition of his leg. He finally pulled Childs up and delivered the Gangsta Ride, and the crowd go to it's feet in anticipation that the end was near. Sensing that his man was in trouble Zane hopped up on the ring apron and started yelling into the ring, but he wasn't up there long...Heavy D connected with a Ghetto Punch right across Zane's jaw, knocking Childs' longtime associate back down to the floor. The distraction gave Childs the opening he needed, though, as he was able to get to his feet while D's back was turned and knock him down with a forearm to the back of the head. He then dragged D over to the corner and, after sliding out to the floor, slammed D's legs repeatedly against the steel ring post while the referee was occupied scolding Zane for his interference. Childs then applied a figure four around the post, and by the time the ref's attention turned to the two men in the match, Heavy D was in a bad way. The ref demanded Childs break the hold, which he did just before sliding back into the ring. The challenger pulled Heavy D up, and in an impressive feat of strength hoisted the universal champion up to the top rope where he delivered The Sacrifice! Rather than go for a cover, though, Childs dragged D out to the middle of the ring and applied the Final Hour, his version of the sharpshooter. As the ref got down to ask D if he wanted to give up, My Friend of Misery began to play over the loudspeaker, signalling the arrival of Pitch Black, who came running down to the ring with a hockey stick in hand. He slid into the ring, but before he could get to the action he was grabbed from behind by Zane, who pulled him out by the ankles to the floor. Pitch and Zane traded punches back and forth up the aisle, almost bumping into Lucas Coleman, who then came running to the ring carrying a baseball bat. Before he could even get to the ring Charles Childs spotted him and hopped over the guardrail, catching Coleman with a blindside kick to the side of the head, knocking Coleman to the floor. In the ring Heavy D had stopped responding to the offical, who then had no choice but to stop the match. The bell sounded, and Benjamin Childs was announced as the new universal champion. Childs held the belt high in celebration and his expression turned to one of shock as he saw his older brother at ringside protecting him from would-be intruders. When Childs turned, though, he was struck square in the face with a television monitor, which had been snatched from the announce table by The Prophet as he made his way to the ring via the audience. Prophet dropped the monitor next to the fallen body of the new champion as he grabbed the belt, which he held high as he bowed his head in mid ring. The scene faded to black with a close-up of The Prophet and the universal title belt as the last image on screen.
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