Post by Press1269 on Apr 21, 2020 20:40:31 GMT
Torres: The following contest is a TAG TEAM match set for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit, and is for the IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
“L’s Theme A” hits over the PA system as the lights dim and Scott Wilson steps out onto the stage to a loud reaction, nodding his head and staring out at the capacity crowd with confidence. He soaks in the atmosphere for a moment longer before strolling forward and stepping to the side as ‘Changes’ by Lucidious suddenly replaces his music and the cheers nearly drown out the entire building as Jason Dave steps out from the curtain. He pauses to give Wilson a grin, and the two give a double high five before making their way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first….at a combined weight of 420 pounds, the team of “THE LAST KING” SCOTT WILSOOOOONNNNNNNN and JASON DAVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
The two men move to their respective sides of the ramp to slap hands with the exuberant fans. When they reach ringside, they both leap to the ring apron and swing through the ropes into the ring at the same time, taking off to opposite corners and leaping to the second to hype the crowd even further.
Nelson: Well, it sounds like Torres has just decided to do as The BombTrax have instructed. They are still claiming that those IPW Tag Team Championships are legit when they aren't.
Rose: You know, guys, I'm kind of getting tired of the debate. If they are willing to put them on the line, who gives a crap whether they are sanctioned by the company or not.
Crumb: Can't you see what a dangerous concept that is, Rose Marie? I mean...that would mean anyone can just declare themselves a champion without ever earning it.
Rose: So...
Nelson: So, how about we stay on point. Jason Dave defeated Youth last Chaos to ensure they would have this opportunity at Civil War, despite the best efforts of The BombTrax.
Crumb: True enough, and now the two interlopers are on a collision course with a team that damn near beat them last time they were in a tag team contest!
Rose Marie: Whatever. These do-gooders couldn't fight their way out of a paperbag.
The other two commentators just shake their heads as the lights go dim and "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press, with one of the IPW Tag Team title belts over his shoulder, strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to gaze intently out at the crowd.
Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street]
When the first lines bellow out, Youth, with the other IPW Tag Team title belt around his waist, appears, flashing around in front of Press and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
Torres: Introducing their opponents, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and coming in at a combined weight of 560 pounds, they are the...uh... IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…PRESS, FLAMING YOUTH…THE BOMBTRAXXX!!
Now I been smokin' for so long
You know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get oughta the way
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner staring across the ring at a very eager looking Jason Dave and Scott Wilson.
Crumb: Well folks, I'd like to say that we're about to see a fair and even match for those fake titles, but with these two, it isn't likely.
Rose: See, that's your problem right there, Crumbum! You always focus on the negative. These guys have just been living up to their reputation as legit bad asses!
Nelson: If by bad ass you mean backstage attacks, after match beat downs, and cheating to get ahead...then, yeah, sure. Their bad asses.
Rose: Hush, dear, the match is about to start.
DING DING DING
---IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Jason Dave & "The Last King' Scott Wilson versus The BombTrax (Press & Flaming Youth)---
Jason Dave and Scott Wilson confer with one another over in their corner, Dave continuing to stare daggers into their opponents, who for their part, seem pretty nonchalant. Press leans against their corner and looks over to Youth with a shrug as the younger of the two begins doing rock paper scissors to see who will start. Finally the big man sighs, and plays the game, coming up short with a rock being covered by Youth's paper. He steps over the top rope out onto the apron, and Youth turns around to find Jason Dave standing across from him.
Nelson: Dave & Youth to start this match as the two begin to circle...feels like dejavu, eh?
Rose: What? Are you Canadian now?
Nelson: No...I just mean these two faced off last sho--you know what...nevermind.
Crumb: Well the two move into a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring, both jockeying for position, and it looks like Dave is going to have the upper hand here as he forces Youth back over into the neutral corner.
The referee calls for the break, but Dave is still pushing against Youth when the referee interjects himself between the two men. Finally, Jason lets loose of his grip, and the minute he does receives a paintbrush slap across the face from the BombTrack. Dave looks furious, shoving the referee out of the way just as Youth slips between the top and middle rope to create distance. Jason tries clawing at the air to get a hold of him as the referee grabs him around the waist and pulls him back. Dave and the referee have some severe words once back at the center of the ring, and when Jason turns back to his adversary, Youth has propped himself up across the top ropes in that corner as if he were lying down, grinning from ear to ear. Again Dave lunges for him, but the referee is already there to get in his way.
Nelson: I really don't know how wise it is of Youth to get Jason Dave so fired up. He looks like he's ready to tear the little punks head off!
Crumb: Yeah, and now the two men are circling once more and move in for a lock up...But Jason side steps it and drives his knee right into Youth's solar plexus!
Rose: Another gut shot there from Dave with the same knee, and now tee's off with a right hand that sends Youth stumbling back into the ropes!
J.D. steps up to grab Youth by the wrist and shoots him hard across to the other side. Youth bounces off the ropes and Dave steps forward to meet him with a clothesline, but it's ducked at the last minute. Youth rebounds once again, only this time Jason slides backward with an elbow, but again Youth ducks it. This time, on the third rebound, Dave steps to the center of the ring looking just to catch him no matter what direction he goes. Just when it looks like he's going to get him, Youth drops and baseball slides right between Jason's legs. Popping up behind his man he catches Dave in a waistlock and with a burst of energy lifts him off the ground and throws him to the mat. He quickly follows, spinning around to the front to get the man in a front face lock as the referee tries his best to keep up with the action.
Nelson: Youth showing his speed there against Dave but I'll remind you that this is what happened last Chaos, and Jason Dave was the one who came out victorious.
Rose: You really are hung up on the past, aren't you?
Nelson: I would just like to see someone finally put these two guys away and maybe stem the quell of the issues they've been causing.
Crumb: Regardless, Dave is now forcing himself and his attacker up to their feet, and OH! SNAP NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX HAS YOUTH IN A PINNING POSITION!
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
Jason and Youth quickly scramble up to their feet and as Youth rushes at Jason to get the upper hand when he's completely taken by surprise with a snap arm drag. He hits the canvas and bounces up, coming in once more only to find another one that sends him back to the mat. Youth pops up once more, albeit slower, and Dave is there with right fists that send him falling back into the opponents corner. Dave quickly tags in Wilson who leaps into the ring and picks up where Dave left off, opening up with right hands that have The Flash rocked! He leads him out of the corner and moves to shoot him off the ropes, and when he returns is there to meet him with a high arching back body drop!
Nelson: Big impact for Youth, and it's funny...Dave and Wilson are running at a rabbits pace, something that usually Youth would be able to combat with his own speed.
Crumb: Yeah, well, it's hard to do anything when you're taking offense like these two are dolling out!
Rose: If you nimrods would pay attention, Wilson just got Youth to his feet and is looking to do something nasty!
Wilson reaches down and yanks Youth's left leg up so that it's trapped between their two bodies, wraps his arms around him, and then sends him soaring with a T-Bone suplex that see's Youth crash hard to the canvas. He clutches at his back as Wilson scrambles over for a quick hook of the leg.
One...
Two...
Thre-BREAK UP BY PRESS!
Nelson: Press with the assist, but is now yanking Wilson up to his feet and waylays him with a massive right hand...
Crumb: BUT HERE COMES DAVE!
Jason Dave launches himself at Press with a spear like maneuver that actually causes the big man to stumble all the way back into the nearby ropes. Dave begins hammering right hands into his gut, but Press brings a wicked elbow down into the back of the man's head, followed by another that drops Jason to his knee. Pulling him up by the ears, he yells something unintelligible into his face, but when he goes to toss him over the ropes to the outside by the scruff of his neck, he's clobbered from behind with a double ax handle courtesy of Scott Wilson!
Rose: Oh yeah! Like this is fair!
Nelson: Press isn't the legal man, and had no business being in the ring. This is just comeuppance as far as I'm concerned.
Rose: Comeuppance my ass!
Crumb: Whatever it might be, Wilson has hammered Press up next to the ropes and Dave has recovered...now the both of them are punching and kicking the big man all the way down to the canvas!
Stomps reign down on Press and he's unable to keep his hold on the ropes to stay upright as he's driven down to the mat. The boots continue to come until he's all the way under the bottom rope and out onto the apron, eventually shoved by the duo so that he crashes down to the concrete floor below. Looking satisfied, Wilson and Dave turn back towards the other BombTrack only to find Youth up and running right for them. With a huge leap he collides with both men for a high cross body that sends all three tumbling right up and over the top rope to crash down on top of his partner!
Rose: Surely that's wasn't the plan?
Nelson: I don't know if it was or not, but I like it! Youth getting to his feet first and now coming in behind a rising Scott Wilson.
Crumb: These two are still the legal men, BUT YOUTH JUST SHOT GUN DROPKICKED WILSON FROM BEHIND SO THAT HE'S SENT SPRAWLING GUT FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Nelson: And now he turns his attention back to Jason Dave whose trying to get to his feet, and moves to whip him into the steel guardrai-NO!
Rose: REVERSAL!
Crumb: ITS YOUTH'S TURN TO TASTE THE STEEL AS HE COLLIDES SPINE FIRST WITH THE BARRIOR!
Nelson: Wait! Oh no! Press just rose up from behind Dave and he has no idea...HE TURNS AROUND RIGHT INTO THE BIG MAN'S WAITING GRASP, AND...
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PRESS JUST CHOKE SLAMMED JASON DAVE DOWN ACROSS THE HARD RING APRON?!?
Rose: Probably, "You might always want to keep eyes on the other guy's partner during a tag match."
Press wipes a small trickle of blood away from his lip, a wound picked up when being stomped into the mat earlier thanks to Dave and Wilson. His nostrils flare a bit as he grabs the now injured Jason Dave up to his feet, wraps his giant arms around the mans waist into a bear hug, and then quickly snaps up and over into a belly to belly suplex that sees Press crushing J.D. into the concrete with a splat. The crowd and announcers gasp at the impact, and Press gets to his feet to survey his mayhem with a grin as the referee reaches a nine count. He looks up, realizing his partner isn't in any condition to get back into the ring, so he swipes one of his bear like paws at the referee's feet, forcing him to leap or get clobbered and issues a stern warning. Fortunately for all involved, the distraction works, and he picks up his count back at one.
Nelson: I have to admit, that was a smart move by Press to keep this contest going, but it also gives him a little more time to cause some serious damage.
Crumb: Yeah, and it looks like he's waiting for Scott Wilson to dislodge himself from those steps...DON'T DO IT, SCOTT! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
Rose: CRUMB! Show some damn bias for Christ's sake!
Crumb: What, like The BombTrax have shown all of us over the past few months. Whatever!
Wilson clutches at his bruised midsection, possibly having injured ribs thanks to that introduction to the steel. He slowly turns back towards the action only to find Press lumbering right for him, leg starting to come up for his patented big boot. At the last minute he's able to duck far out of the way, and the big man's boot sails harmlessly over the steps. That is until his posting leg collides knee first with the unforgiving steel. Press lets a howl of pain as he sits down on the top step to clutch at his knee, but the yelp is quickly cut off thanks to a sweeping superkick from Wilson that finds his boot practically in the big man's mouth.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PRESS WAS JUST KNOCKED SILLY BY A WILSON KICK?!?
Rose: Probably, "Man...his eyes just went in the back of his head, and that doesn't look natural."
Nelson: Scott Wilson stumbling over to Jason Dave to check on his partner, helping him up to his feet...BUT HERE COMES YOUTH!
Flaming Youth sneaks in behind Wilson as he pulls J.D. up to hang onto the apron, and grabs a handful of hair and tights to toss him back into the ring. He springs up onto the ring apron just as Scott quickly comes to his feet, and is already springboarding off the top rope by the time he orients. Youth delivers a spinning wheel kick that slams The Last King down to the mat, damn near taking his head off. He quickly spins around, and scramble over to hook the leg.
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
Nelson: It's a good thing that Wilson was able to kick out of that, because it didn't look like Jason Dave would have made it in time.
Crumb: Speaking of partners! Look at Press! He's sitting on those steps and propped up against the ring post out cold after that Wilson Kick!
Rose: Don't you guys worry about him. He's just resting his eyes.
Youth slams his fist off the mat in frustration after Wilson's kick out, and quickly gets to his feet so that he can yank Scott to his. He forces him back over to a neutral corner where he lowers himself to get leverage and lifts him up so that he's now sitting on the top rope. Youth nods to the crowd who are on their feet as he climbs up to join Scott, and he signals just before leaping up to sit on Wilson's shoulders, and snaps back for an off the top hurricanrana. To everyone's surprise The Last King is able to hook his legs through the ropes, and Youth finds himself dangling upside down in a precarious position. Wilson quickly grabs Youth by the tights, and in an impressive feat of strength, pulls the man back up into a seated position. He immediately leaps from the second ropes forwards, bringing Youth crashing down to the canvas with a sit out powerbomb that leaves the crowd breathless.
Nelson: OH MY GOODNESS!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS SCOTT WILSON JUST BROKE FLAMING YOUTH IN HALF?!?
Rose: Probably, "Fuccckkk...."
Nelson: Rose Marie! I'd chastise you right now, but Wilson is hooking the leg!
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
The roof nearly comes off the arena as Scott Wilson falls off of Youth completely in shock. The referee can't even believe it, looking at his own hand to try and work the fact out in his head. The Last King pushes off of Youth to regain his feet and then looks out at the crowd with a new resolve. His thumb comes up to his neck and he slowly drags it across his throat and lets out a roar of defiance before turning back to Youth and begging for him to get up. As he's doing that, Press stumbles off of the steel steps, shaking his head to get his bearings. Looking up into the ring he notices his partner in trouble, and with a grimace fishes under the apron until producing a steel chair.
Nelson: And here we go! I knew it!
Crumb: Press just hopped up onto the ring apron with that steel chair and drew Wilson and the referee's attention away from Youth...
Rose: That's right! Blast that fools head off!
Wilson prepares to rush the big man before he can make it into the ring, but Jason Dave suddenly appears on the far end of the apron that Press is standing on. He sprints across the thin walkway to delivers a low dropkick right into the big man's bum knee, causing him to tumble from the side and smack the floor below. He grabs at his knee while looking up to see Jason Dave, now in possession of the chair, a wild look on his face. Scott, seeing his partner about to cost them disqualification, calls out for Jason not to do it, and he rushes over to stick his head through the middle and top rope to try and stop him. Jason Dave, however, will not be moved. A mask of rage coming over his face as he swings the chair high up over his head to a loud clanging sound as it meets something solid behind him.
Nelson: Oh no!
Crumb: What...What can everyone be thinking as Jason Dave just accidentally cracked his own partner upside the head with a steel chair?
Rose: Probably, "Mistakes are made when a do-gooder tries to do something bad."
Dave slowly turns as Wilson clutches at the top of his skull and stumbles back through the ropes towards the center of the ring. Just then, Youth hooks him through the legs from behind, dragging him down into a roll up pin, and the referee, who looks just as shocked as Jason Dave right now, turns and on instinct starts to count. Jason lunges forward, but finds his movement impeded by Press, who has grabbed him by the ankle and won't let go.
One...
Two...
Three!!!
The referee calls for the bell about the same time Press releases Jason Dave, and J.D. slides into the ring, scrambling towards Youth who quickly rolls out under the bottom rope on the other side. Youth throws both hands up in the air mockingly as Dave takes a swipe for him over the top rope incensed. Seeing that there might be more fight in Dave than he cares to deal with, Youth ignores the referee and grabs the IPW Tag Team Championships and runs around the ring to join his partner by the ramp.
Torres: And the winner of this match, and STILL YOUR IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE BOMBTRAX!
Nelson: This...this was an absolute train wreck! And look at those hyenas! Just laughing it up on the ramp as they make their exit!
Crumb: I...I really can't believe this! Jason Dave was targeting Press and somehow cracked his own partner in the head when Wilson tried to stop him.
Rose: That's called poetic justice, Crumbum.
Nelson: There is no justice in this, Rose Marie. If Press hadn't grabbed that chair in the first place then none of this would have ever happened.
Rose: Please! Jason Dave has been like a ticking time bomb for weeks now, and he played right into The BombTrax hands. That's called strategy!
Crumb: It's called something, but what now? Jason Dave looks like he's on the verge of a meltdown as Scott Wilson gets to his feet to try and calm him down.
Much like their last tag bout, Jason Dave is beside himself, threatening the referee who quickly finds some room to bail out of the ring. Scott Wilson, still clutching his head, approaches his partner with a wary hand, but Dave knocks it aside fuming. This time, The Last King seems to have had enough, and he uses both hands now to grab Jason by the arm and spin him around. The two men are nose to nose as the fans rise to see what is about to happen. To everyone's relief Jason finally sighs, and while shaking his head steps back from his threatening posture and offers his hand to Wilson. The Last King readily accepts, and the two men move in for an embrace. The fans begin to cheer but it's short lived, as when they separate, Jason retains his hold on Scott's hand...yanking him in and to the side so that he can hook him around the head, and then snaps him over into a rolling motion known as Natural Selection (Cross Rhodes)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS JASON DAVE HAS JUST LAID OUT HIS OWN BEST FRIEND WITH NATURAL SELECTION?!?!
Rose: Probably, "Finally, Jason Dave has removed that tumor he's been carrying around on his back!"
Nelson: ROSE MARIE! This is serious! Scott Wilson is down in the center of the ring and Jason Dave is stalking around like a savage...wait...oh no!
Dave comes to a full stop, staring down outside the ring at the steel chair that was the cause of all of their problems. With a snarl he leaps through the ropes to the outside, scoops up the chair, and then slides back in to pop up in the corner. The fans come out of their shock and begin to boo as Jason begs for Scott to get to his feet, and after a moment The Last King complies. Wilson, on wobbly legs, slowly stumbles a step towards Jason Dave, who tears out of the corner and wraps the chair clear around his head. The sound of steel on skull sounds like a shotgun going off, and Wilson takes one more stumbling step as he falls to the mat with the chair still attached to his head. Dave steps back in satisfaction, a chuckle escaping him as he closes his eyes and takes in the negativity from the crowd.
Nelson: That...I....
Crumb: Yeah, what he said.
Rose: Wow! I can't believe it. I...I think I might be a Jason Dave fan now!
Nelson: Rose Marie, that was completely despicable! I can't believe that you can condone this!
Rose: Oh, C'mon Nelson! Scott Wilson was dragging this team down! He's the reason they lost. Not once, but twice. Jason Dave is just doing exactly what any rational person would do face with those kind of odds.
Crumb: You know, Rose Marie, sometimes you really scare me.
Rose: Thank you, Crumbbum!
Jason Dave continues to stare down at his unmoving partner for a few more seconds before finally bailing out of the ring himself as the EMT's rush the ring to check on Scott Wilson. Dave doesn't seem to be affected by the crowds reaction at all, stoically making his way through the curtain to exit.
Nelson: Believe it or not, folks...the shocks are sure to keep on coming at Civil War, because we still have to crown a Heavyweight Champion here tonight.
Rose: That's right, so why don't we cut to commercial or something so that the EMT's can finish up here, and we'll be right back with more IPW action.
“L’s Theme A” hits over the PA system as the lights dim and Scott Wilson steps out onto the stage to a loud reaction, nodding his head and staring out at the capacity crowd with confidence. He soaks in the atmosphere for a moment longer before strolling forward and stepping to the side as ‘Changes’ by Lucidious suddenly replaces his music and the cheers nearly drown out the entire building as Jason Dave steps out from the curtain. He pauses to give Wilson a grin, and the two give a double high five before making their way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first….at a combined weight of 420 pounds, the team of “THE LAST KING” SCOTT WILSOOOOONNNNNNNN and JASON DAVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
The two men move to their respective sides of the ramp to slap hands with the exuberant fans. When they reach ringside, they both leap to the ring apron and swing through the ropes into the ring at the same time, taking off to opposite corners and leaping to the second to hype the crowd even further.
Nelson: Well, it sounds like Torres has just decided to do as The BombTrax have instructed. They are still claiming that those IPW Tag Team Championships are legit when they aren't.
Rose: You know, guys, I'm kind of getting tired of the debate. If they are willing to put them on the line, who gives a crap whether they are sanctioned by the company or not.
Crumb: Can't you see what a dangerous concept that is, Rose Marie? I mean...that would mean anyone can just declare themselves a champion without ever earning it.
Rose: So...
Nelson: So, how about we stay on point. Jason Dave defeated Youth last Chaos to ensure they would have this opportunity at Civil War, despite the best efforts of The BombTrax.
Crumb: True enough, and now the two interlopers are on a collision course with a team that damn near beat them last time they were in a tag team contest!
Rose Marie: Whatever. These do-gooders couldn't fight their way out of a paperbag.
The other two commentators just shake their heads as the lights go dim and "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press, with one of the IPW Tag Team title belts over his shoulder, strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to gaze intently out at the crowd.
Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street]
When the first lines bellow out, Youth, with the other IPW Tag Team title belt around his waist, appears, flashing around in front of Press and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
Torres: Introducing their opponents, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and coming in at a combined weight of 560 pounds, they are the...uh... IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…PRESS, FLAMING YOUTH…THE BOMBTRAXXX!!
Now I been smokin' for so long
You know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get oughta the way
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner staring across the ring at a very eager looking Jason Dave and Scott Wilson.
Crumb: Well folks, I'd like to say that we're about to see a fair and even match for those fake titles, but with these two, it isn't likely.
Rose: See, that's your problem right there, Crumbum! You always focus on the negative. These guys have just been living up to their reputation as legit bad asses!
Nelson: If by bad ass you mean backstage attacks, after match beat downs, and cheating to get ahead...then, yeah, sure. Their bad asses.
Rose: Hush, dear, the match is about to start.
DING DING DING
---IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Jason Dave & "The Last King' Scott Wilson versus The BombTrax (Press & Flaming Youth)---
Jason Dave and Scott Wilson confer with one another over in their corner, Dave continuing to stare daggers into their opponents, who for their part, seem pretty nonchalant. Press leans against their corner and looks over to Youth with a shrug as the younger of the two begins doing rock paper scissors to see who will start. Finally the big man sighs, and plays the game, coming up short with a rock being covered by Youth's paper. He steps over the top rope out onto the apron, and Youth turns around to find Jason Dave standing across from him.
Nelson: Dave & Youth to start this match as the two begin to circle...feels like dejavu, eh?
Rose: What? Are you Canadian now?
Nelson: No...I just mean these two faced off last sho--you know what...nevermind.
Crumb: Well the two move into a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring, both jockeying for position, and it looks like Dave is going to have the upper hand here as he forces Youth back over into the neutral corner.
The referee calls for the break, but Dave is still pushing against Youth when the referee interjects himself between the two men. Finally, Jason lets loose of his grip, and the minute he does receives a paintbrush slap across the face from the BombTrack. Dave looks furious, shoving the referee out of the way just as Youth slips between the top and middle rope to create distance. Jason tries clawing at the air to get a hold of him as the referee grabs him around the waist and pulls him back. Dave and the referee have some severe words once back at the center of the ring, and when Jason turns back to his adversary, Youth has propped himself up across the top ropes in that corner as if he were lying down, grinning from ear to ear. Again Dave lunges for him, but the referee is already there to get in his way.
Nelson: I really don't know how wise it is of Youth to get Jason Dave so fired up. He looks like he's ready to tear the little punks head off!
Crumb: Yeah, and now the two men are circling once more and move in for a lock up...But Jason side steps it and drives his knee right into Youth's solar plexus!
Rose: Another gut shot there from Dave with the same knee, and now tee's off with a right hand that sends Youth stumbling back into the ropes!
J.D. steps up to grab Youth by the wrist and shoots him hard across to the other side. Youth bounces off the ropes and Dave steps forward to meet him with a clothesline, but it's ducked at the last minute. Youth rebounds once again, only this time Jason slides backward with an elbow, but again Youth ducks it. This time, on the third rebound, Dave steps to the center of the ring looking just to catch him no matter what direction he goes. Just when it looks like he's going to get him, Youth drops and baseball slides right between Jason's legs. Popping up behind his man he catches Dave in a waistlock and with a burst of energy lifts him off the ground and throws him to the mat. He quickly follows, spinning around to the front to get the man in a front face lock as the referee tries his best to keep up with the action.
Nelson: Youth showing his speed there against Dave but I'll remind you that this is what happened last Chaos, and Jason Dave was the one who came out victorious.
Rose: You really are hung up on the past, aren't you?
Nelson: I would just like to see someone finally put these two guys away and maybe stem the quell of the issues they've been causing.
Crumb: Regardless, Dave is now forcing himself and his attacker up to their feet, and OH! SNAP NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX HAS YOUTH IN A PINNING POSITION!
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
Jason and Youth quickly scramble up to their feet and as Youth rushes at Jason to get the upper hand when he's completely taken by surprise with a snap arm drag. He hits the canvas and bounces up, coming in once more only to find another one that sends him back to the mat. Youth pops up once more, albeit slower, and Dave is there with right fists that send him falling back into the opponents corner. Dave quickly tags in Wilson who leaps into the ring and picks up where Dave left off, opening up with right hands that have The Flash rocked! He leads him out of the corner and moves to shoot him off the ropes, and when he returns is there to meet him with a high arching back body drop!
Nelson: Big impact for Youth, and it's funny...Dave and Wilson are running at a rabbits pace, something that usually Youth would be able to combat with his own speed.
Crumb: Yeah, well, it's hard to do anything when you're taking offense like these two are dolling out!
Rose: If you nimrods would pay attention, Wilson just got Youth to his feet and is looking to do something nasty!
Wilson reaches down and yanks Youth's left leg up so that it's trapped between their two bodies, wraps his arms around him, and then sends him soaring with a T-Bone suplex that see's Youth crash hard to the canvas. He clutches at his back as Wilson scrambles over for a quick hook of the leg.
One...
Two...
Thre-BREAK UP BY PRESS!
Nelson: Press with the assist, but is now yanking Wilson up to his feet and waylays him with a massive right hand...
Crumb: BUT HERE COMES DAVE!
Jason Dave launches himself at Press with a spear like maneuver that actually causes the big man to stumble all the way back into the nearby ropes. Dave begins hammering right hands into his gut, but Press brings a wicked elbow down into the back of the man's head, followed by another that drops Jason to his knee. Pulling him up by the ears, he yells something unintelligible into his face, but when he goes to toss him over the ropes to the outside by the scruff of his neck, he's clobbered from behind with a double ax handle courtesy of Scott Wilson!
Rose: Oh yeah! Like this is fair!
Nelson: Press isn't the legal man, and had no business being in the ring. This is just comeuppance as far as I'm concerned.
Rose: Comeuppance my ass!
Crumb: Whatever it might be, Wilson has hammered Press up next to the ropes and Dave has recovered...now the both of them are punching and kicking the big man all the way down to the canvas!
Stomps reign down on Press and he's unable to keep his hold on the ropes to stay upright as he's driven down to the mat. The boots continue to come until he's all the way under the bottom rope and out onto the apron, eventually shoved by the duo so that he crashes down to the concrete floor below. Looking satisfied, Wilson and Dave turn back towards the other BombTrack only to find Youth up and running right for them. With a huge leap he collides with both men for a high cross body that sends all three tumbling right up and over the top rope to crash down on top of his partner!
Rose: Surely that's wasn't the plan?
Nelson: I don't know if it was or not, but I like it! Youth getting to his feet first and now coming in behind a rising Scott Wilson.
Crumb: These two are still the legal men, BUT YOUTH JUST SHOT GUN DROPKICKED WILSON FROM BEHIND SO THAT HE'S SENT SPRAWLING GUT FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Nelson: And now he turns his attention back to Jason Dave whose trying to get to his feet, and moves to whip him into the steel guardrai-NO!
Rose: REVERSAL!
Crumb: ITS YOUTH'S TURN TO TASTE THE STEEL AS HE COLLIDES SPINE FIRST WITH THE BARRIOR!
Nelson: Wait! Oh no! Press just rose up from behind Dave and he has no idea...HE TURNS AROUND RIGHT INTO THE BIG MAN'S WAITING GRASP, AND...
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PRESS JUST CHOKE SLAMMED JASON DAVE DOWN ACROSS THE HARD RING APRON?!?
Rose: Probably, "You might always want to keep eyes on the other guy's partner during a tag match."
Press wipes a small trickle of blood away from his lip, a wound picked up when being stomped into the mat earlier thanks to Dave and Wilson. His nostrils flare a bit as he grabs the now injured Jason Dave up to his feet, wraps his giant arms around the mans waist into a bear hug, and then quickly snaps up and over into a belly to belly suplex that sees Press crushing J.D. into the concrete with a splat. The crowd and announcers gasp at the impact, and Press gets to his feet to survey his mayhem with a grin as the referee reaches a nine count. He looks up, realizing his partner isn't in any condition to get back into the ring, so he swipes one of his bear like paws at the referee's feet, forcing him to leap or get clobbered and issues a stern warning. Fortunately for all involved, the distraction works, and he picks up his count back at one.
Nelson: I have to admit, that was a smart move by Press to keep this contest going, but it also gives him a little more time to cause some serious damage.
Crumb: Yeah, and it looks like he's waiting for Scott Wilson to dislodge himself from those steps...DON'T DO IT, SCOTT! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
Rose: CRUMB! Show some damn bias for Christ's sake!
Crumb: What, like The BombTrax have shown all of us over the past few months. Whatever!
Wilson clutches at his bruised midsection, possibly having injured ribs thanks to that introduction to the steel. He slowly turns back towards the action only to find Press lumbering right for him, leg starting to come up for his patented big boot. At the last minute he's able to duck far out of the way, and the big man's boot sails harmlessly over the steps. That is until his posting leg collides knee first with the unforgiving steel. Press lets a howl of pain as he sits down on the top step to clutch at his knee, but the yelp is quickly cut off thanks to a sweeping superkick from Wilson that finds his boot practically in the big man's mouth.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PRESS WAS JUST KNOCKED SILLY BY A WILSON KICK?!?
Rose: Probably, "Man...his eyes just went in the back of his head, and that doesn't look natural."
Nelson: Scott Wilson stumbling over to Jason Dave to check on his partner, helping him up to his feet...BUT HERE COMES YOUTH!
Flaming Youth sneaks in behind Wilson as he pulls J.D. up to hang onto the apron, and grabs a handful of hair and tights to toss him back into the ring. He springs up onto the ring apron just as Scott quickly comes to his feet, and is already springboarding off the top rope by the time he orients. Youth delivers a spinning wheel kick that slams The Last King down to the mat, damn near taking his head off. He quickly spins around, and scramble over to hook the leg.
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
Nelson: It's a good thing that Wilson was able to kick out of that, because it didn't look like Jason Dave would have made it in time.
Crumb: Speaking of partners! Look at Press! He's sitting on those steps and propped up against the ring post out cold after that Wilson Kick!
Rose: Don't you guys worry about him. He's just resting his eyes.
Youth slams his fist off the mat in frustration after Wilson's kick out, and quickly gets to his feet so that he can yank Scott to his. He forces him back over to a neutral corner where he lowers himself to get leverage and lifts him up so that he's now sitting on the top rope. Youth nods to the crowd who are on their feet as he climbs up to join Scott, and he signals just before leaping up to sit on Wilson's shoulders, and snaps back for an off the top hurricanrana. To everyone's surprise The Last King is able to hook his legs through the ropes, and Youth finds himself dangling upside down in a precarious position. Wilson quickly grabs Youth by the tights, and in an impressive feat of strength, pulls the man back up into a seated position. He immediately leaps from the second ropes forwards, bringing Youth crashing down to the canvas with a sit out powerbomb that leaves the crowd breathless.
Nelson: OH MY GOODNESS!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS SCOTT WILSON JUST BROKE FLAMING YOUTH IN HALF?!?
Rose: Probably, "Fuccckkk...."
Nelson: Rose Marie! I'd chastise you right now, but Wilson is hooking the leg!
One...
Two...
Thre-KICK OUT!
The roof nearly comes off the arena as Scott Wilson falls off of Youth completely in shock. The referee can't even believe it, looking at his own hand to try and work the fact out in his head. The Last King pushes off of Youth to regain his feet and then looks out at the crowd with a new resolve. His thumb comes up to his neck and he slowly drags it across his throat and lets out a roar of defiance before turning back to Youth and begging for him to get up. As he's doing that, Press stumbles off of the steel steps, shaking his head to get his bearings. Looking up into the ring he notices his partner in trouble, and with a grimace fishes under the apron until producing a steel chair.
Nelson: And here we go! I knew it!
Crumb: Press just hopped up onto the ring apron with that steel chair and drew Wilson and the referee's attention away from Youth...
Rose: That's right! Blast that fools head off!
Wilson prepares to rush the big man before he can make it into the ring, but Jason Dave suddenly appears on the far end of the apron that Press is standing on. He sprints across the thin walkway to delivers a low dropkick right into the big man's bum knee, causing him to tumble from the side and smack the floor below. He grabs at his knee while looking up to see Jason Dave, now in possession of the chair, a wild look on his face. Scott, seeing his partner about to cost them disqualification, calls out for Jason not to do it, and he rushes over to stick his head through the middle and top rope to try and stop him. Jason Dave, however, will not be moved. A mask of rage coming over his face as he swings the chair high up over his head to a loud clanging sound as it meets something solid behind him.
Nelson: Oh no!
Crumb: What...What can everyone be thinking as Jason Dave just accidentally cracked his own partner upside the head with a steel chair?
Rose: Probably, "Mistakes are made when a do-gooder tries to do something bad."
Dave slowly turns as Wilson clutches at the top of his skull and stumbles back through the ropes towards the center of the ring. Just then, Youth hooks him through the legs from behind, dragging him down into a roll up pin, and the referee, who looks just as shocked as Jason Dave right now, turns and on instinct starts to count. Jason lunges forward, but finds his movement impeded by Press, who has grabbed him by the ankle and won't let go.
One...
Two...
Three!!!
The referee calls for the bell about the same time Press releases Jason Dave, and J.D. slides into the ring, scrambling towards Youth who quickly rolls out under the bottom rope on the other side. Youth throws both hands up in the air mockingly as Dave takes a swipe for him over the top rope incensed. Seeing that there might be more fight in Dave than he cares to deal with, Youth ignores the referee and grabs the IPW Tag Team Championships and runs around the ring to join his partner by the ramp.
Torres: And the winner of this match, and STILL YOUR IPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE BOMBTRAX!
Nelson: This...this was an absolute train wreck! And look at those hyenas! Just laughing it up on the ramp as they make their exit!
Crumb: I...I really can't believe this! Jason Dave was targeting Press and somehow cracked his own partner in the head when Wilson tried to stop him.
Rose: That's called poetic justice, Crumbum.
Nelson: There is no justice in this, Rose Marie. If Press hadn't grabbed that chair in the first place then none of this would have ever happened.
Rose: Please! Jason Dave has been like a ticking time bomb for weeks now, and he played right into The BombTrax hands. That's called strategy!
Crumb: It's called something, but what now? Jason Dave looks like he's on the verge of a meltdown as Scott Wilson gets to his feet to try and calm him down.
Much like their last tag bout, Jason Dave is beside himself, threatening the referee who quickly finds some room to bail out of the ring. Scott Wilson, still clutching his head, approaches his partner with a wary hand, but Dave knocks it aside fuming. This time, The Last King seems to have had enough, and he uses both hands now to grab Jason by the arm and spin him around. The two men are nose to nose as the fans rise to see what is about to happen. To everyone's relief Jason finally sighs, and while shaking his head steps back from his threatening posture and offers his hand to Wilson. The Last King readily accepts, and the two men move in for an embrace. The fans begin to cheer but it's short lived, as when they separate, Jason retains his hold on Scott's hand...yanking him in and to the side so that he can hook him around the head, and then snaps him over into a rolling motion known as Natural Selection (Cross Rhodes)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS JASON DAVE HAS JUST LAID OUT HIS OWN BEST FRIEND WITH NATURAL SELECTION?!?!
Rose: Probably, "Finally, Jason Dave has removed that tumor he's been carrying around on his back!"
Nelson: ROSE MARIE! This is serious! Scott Wilson is down in the center of the ring and Jason Dave is stalking around like a savage...wait...oh no!
Dave comes to a full stop, staring down outside the ring at the steel chair that was the cause of all of their problems. With a snarl he leaps through the ropes to the outside, scoops up the chair, and then slides back in to pop up in the corner. The fans come out of their shock and begin to boo as Jason begs for Scott to get to his feet, and after a moment The Last King complies. Wilson, on wobbly legs, slowly stumbles a step towards Jason Dave, who tears out of the corner and wraps the chair clear around his head. The sound of steel on skull sounds like a shotgun going off, and Wilson takes one more stumbling step as he falls to the mat with the chair still attached to his head. Dave steps back in satisfaction, a chuckle escaping him as he closes his eyes and takes in the negativity from the crowd.
Nelson: That...I....
Crumb: Yeah, what he said.
Rose: Wow! I can't believe it. I...I think I might be a Jason Dave fan now!
Nelson: Rose Marie, that was completely despicable! I can't believe that you can condone this!
Rose: Oh, C'mon Nelson! Scott Wilson was dragging this team down! He's the reason they lost. Not once, but twice. Jason Dave is just doing exactly what any rational person would do face with those kind of odds.
Crumb: You know, Rose Marie, sometimes you really scare me.
Rose: Thank you, Crumbbum!
Jason Dave continues to stare down at his unmoving partner for a few more seconds before finally bailing out of the ring himself as the EMT's rush the ring to check on Scott Wilson. Dave doesn't seem to be affected by the crowds reaction at all, stoically making his way through the curtain to exit.
Nelson: Believe it or not, folks...the shocks are sure to keep on coming at Civil War, because we still have to crown a Heavyweight Champion here tonight.
Rose: That's right, so why don't we cut to commercial or something so that the EMT's can finish up here, and we'll be right back with more IPW action.