Merry early Christmas everyone!
Tis the season to be jolly, and after tonight's show, apparently it also means the season of beating the hell out of everyone.
In our first match we saw two highflyers take on one another. The London Bomber, Finn Cambridge...and yes, I did make up that nickname for him, took on the Stormchaser, Whirlwind! And yes, I made up that nickname too.
"I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica began to play as Whirlwind came running down to the ring at full blast. He slid in under the bottom rope and immediately popped back up to his feet. The crowd hasn't had much experience with Whirlwind other than a few matches here and there, but he gives them something they like. Highflying and risktaking.
"No Regrets" by Dappy plays and out comes Finn Cambridge, who has been impressing the crowd since his debut victory at Halloweve, and even though he lost last month, it was a great match against Mr. Krinkle. He jumps over the top rope and looks over at Whirlwind. These two young guys obviously have a lot of respect for each other, which showed at the beginning as they shook hands to start the match.
The bell rings, and the match starts. They lock-up, and Finn quickly gets Whirlwind in a headlock, but he reverses it with a waistelock, but Finn flips it around, pushing him into the ropes. Whirlwind holds on to them, and Finn drops backwards, rolling to his feet, as Whirlwind rushes him, going for a crossbody, but Finn ducks, and Whirlwind lands on the mat, rolling to his feet. Finn goes for a front kick, but Whirlwind catches it, but before he can do anything with it, Finn goes for an enziguri, that Whirlwind just avoids, and somehow still holding onto Finn's foot, now with his back to him. Whirlwind pushes Finn off, but Finn somersaults on the ground, landing on his feet, opposite side of the ring. He turns, and the two of them stand looking at one another, as the crowd is on their feet cheering.
The two of them look around at the crowd, smiles on their faces, and then once again meet in the middle, bumping fists, before going back after one another again. They lock-up, and Whirlwind gets the advantage this time, rolling around to Finn's back, and dropping down with a schoolboy, but Finn immediately rolls out of it, getting to his feet, as Whirlwind turns around, Finn catches him with a dropkick. Whirlwind hits the mat hard, and Finn immediately covers, but only gets a one count, as Whirlwind kicks out.
Finn gets back to his feet, and goes for another enziguri, but Whirlwind ducks it, and Finn lands on his feet, his back to Whirlwind. Whirlwind jumps up onto the second rope and springboarded, catching Finn's head and driving it to the ground with a bulldog. Whirlwind covers, but only gets a one count as Finn kicks out.
Whirlwind gets up and runs to the ropes, running back at full speed, but Finn sidesteps him, and delivers a textbook hiptoss. Whirlwind slams down on his back, as Finn leaps up and comes down with a leg drop across his chest. He goes for a pin, but only gets a one. He gets right back to his feet, and backs away, measuring for him. Whirlwind pulls himself up to his knees, and as soon as he does, Finn rushes him, driving a powerful kick he calls the Kapow! straight into his head. Whirlwind collapses in the ring, and Finn covers immediately.
Somehow Whirlwind managed to get a foot on the rope, and Matt saw it after his two count. Finn looks, almost not believing it until he saw it with his own two eyes. Finn shakes his head, and gets back to his feet, leaning over to lift Whirlwind up, when Whirlwind suddenly grabs him and pulls him down rolling him into a small package. He picked up a two count, but Finn somehow managed to kick out of it.
Finn gets back to his feet, shaking off the near pinfall, just as Whirlwind gets back up to his as well, still staggered. Finn rushes Whirlwind, grabbing his arms in a butterfly lock, setting up for the Finnito, but Whirlwind somehow rolls out of it, forcing Finn off of him, and as Finn turns to get his bearings, Whirlwind leaps into the air, and connects with a huge spinning kick he calls the F4. Finn goes down, as Whirlwind collapses to the mat as well.
The crowd is on their feet, urging both men to return to their feet, but it is Whirlwind who starts to move first, crawling over to Finn, covering him with one arm. One...two...three---no...Finn's arm got up just in time. Whirlwind rolls off of Finn, breathing heavily, and starts to get back to his feet. Finn also starts to move, as both men start to climb to their feet. Whirlwind falls back against the ropes, waiting for Finn to get back to his feet, and as soon as he does, Whirlwind rushes toward Finn in an explosion of energy I didn't know he still had, and grabbed his arm, throwing it over his back...he was going for the F5, but as soon as he was about to execute it, Finn spins him around, catching him completely off guard, and locks on the butterfly lock again, this time, spinning in mid-air, and sending Whirlwind face first into the mat, the full weight of Finn on top of him with his finishing move, the Finnito!
Finn rolls Whirlwind over and covers, hooking the leg, finally getting the three count. The crowd was on their feet. What an opening contest between these two young superstars. And even better, the respect never left, because after the match was over, Finn and Whirlwind shook hands one more time, before Whirlwind left, allowing for Finn to celebrate his victory. Once again, I see big things for Finn in Peach State.
Did I mention how cold it was outside? The park is closed for the season, but it'll be open on New Year's Eve for their NYE celebration, but it won't open again until the Spring...'cept for us, of course. But thank goodness, because I could not imagine playing mini-golf in weather like this.
It was time for your next match, as the former Peach State Champion, Kid Kaboom...'scuse me...Nick King as he wants to be called now took on the giant Brute Svenson. I have no clue as to why Kaboom wants to be called by his real name now. Guess he thought Kaboom was too childish or something. Maybe he was tired of some people calling him a human cartoon character back when people actually liked him. I guess this new Nick King kick is appropriate seeing the fans don't want to remember Kaboom anymore anyway, so maybe it's best for both groups.
Regardless, King lost the title to Tara at No Escape last month, and he has been fuming ever since. He's coming into this match with something to prove, and despite hating his attitude as of late, I can't deny how much he's grown in the ring since his debut almost a year ago. A lot of people have forgotten that Kaboom's first professional wrestling match was when he won the first Peach State Championship back in February, and now he's one of the best in Peach State, but when is he going to realize, since his turning his back on the fans, he's been on a downward spiral, ending in his loss of the championship.
He even came to the ring with new music, "King Nothing" by Metallica. The crowd booed him loudly as he walked to the ring, but he didn't care. His new ring gear was basic black as well, another thing showing his transition from Kid Kaboom. King climbs into the ring, and stares at Matt, who stares right back. We all know the history between those two, but I know Matt is a professional, so he won't be unprofessional about it. King though, I cant' speak for.
I'm talking about King a lot, but let's not forget Brute Svenson. 6'10" over 400lbs. He is a monster who had a devastating loss last month against Griffin Hawkins, who, in my opinion, got lucky in his win over Brute. He has his own something to prove in this match, because both of these guys have a goal in mind, and that's a shot at Tara, who now has an even bigger target on her back as Peach State's first duel champion.
"Europa" plays as Brute comes to the ring, slowly and methodically. The crowd cheers him, having liked the giant since almost day one. Brute climbs up onto the apron, but as soon as he does, King rushes across the ring, crashing into him, sending him flying off the apron to the floor. Brute didn't expect such a brash move as he drops to one knee on the floor. King climbs out of the ring, and comes down off the apron with a double ax handle to Brute's shoulder.
King immediately begins to hammer away onto Brute's shoulder on the outside of the ring, before grabbing it and slamming it into the corner of the apron. King grabs Brute, starting to lift him to his feet with the arm, but Brute shoves King backwards, almost knocking him off his feet from the force. Brute gets to his feet as King rushes back to him. Brute catches King off guard, lifting him into the air, turning and then throwing him back into the ring with a gorilla press. King crashes into the mat and rolls to the other side, as Brute climbs into the ring, stepping over the top rope.
The opening beat down obviously still affecting Brute, as he was shaking out his arm, but it didn't seem to slow him down as he walked straight over to King, lifting him to his feet, and raising his hand, before bringing it straight down with a powerful chop across King's chest. King flies backwards into the corner, his chest red from the chop. Brute walks over to him, grabbing him by his head, and then tosses him out of the corner. King flips in mid-air and crashes to the mat. King tries to roll to his feet, but Brute, moving deceptively quick, is on him before he achieves it, driving a knee into him, spinning him before crashing back to the mat.
Brute bends down, grabbing ahold of him, lifting him up, but as soon as he does, King rakes Brute across the eyes, and as soon as Brute steps backwards, King rushes to the otherside of the ring, and comes back, dropping Brute to one knee with a chopblock. King drives a big front kick straight into Brute's chest, knocking Brute to his back, and as soon as he does, King leaps up and over Brute, coming down with a knee straight into his shoulder. King tucks and rolls to his feet, as Brute holds his shoulder in pain, as it's the same one that King started working on from the beginning.
Brute got to one knee, but as soon as he does, King grabs the arm, and extends it with an arm bar, before spinning it and dropping to the mat, slamming it into it. Brute yanks it back, holding it in pain. Brute is used to having someone go after his legs, but he wasn't expecting King to go after his arm, but it can be just as debilitating. King goes for the cover, but only gets a one count as Brute kicks out hard, sending King across the ring.
King gets back to his feet, and bends over Brute, starting to lift him up, but as he does, Brute levels him with a huge uppercut. King stumbles backwards into the ropes, his arms draping over the top the only thing keeping him from hitting the mat. Brute got back to his feet, and then rushes King, connecting with a clothesline that sends King over the top rope, but somehow all he does is land on the apron. Brute raises his hands into the air as the crowd cheers, and then he bends over, grabbing King's head, lifting him to his feet, but as soon as he's pulled to his feet, King nails Brute with a right hand, but it only seems to make the giant mad, as he roars, and grabs King with both hands around his throat. He lifts him up above the ropes and bringing him into the ring, his feet off the ground.
King suddenly brings his arms straight down into Brute's injured arm, causing him to waver for a minute. It is this moment that King needed as he wraps his arms around Brute's head, wrapping his legs around Brute's side, and then pulling back on his arm, in a modified version of a crossface...only standing. Brute's face is in pain, but he refuses to go down. The crowd is trying to get Brute back into it through their cheers for him, but the pain is etched on his face. It doesn't matter how big someone is, pain is pain, and Brute is in it with this move, but some how he manages to stay on his feet.
Brute stumbles backwards, and somehow manages to slam King into the corner, but King manages to hold on. Brute slams him into the corner again, and King's grip loosens, but he still holds on. Brute slowly moves to the center of the ring, King just barely able to hold on, and then Brute yells, and throws his arms backwards. King can't hold on from the sudden movement and flies off of Brute, slamming straight into Matt, knocking him down, and sending them both out of the ring, as Brute drops to his knees, holding his arm, in extreme pain.
On the outside of the ring, King slowly gets to his feet, and sees Matt down. He stumbles over to the crowd, who are booing him, and suddenly he lunges at them, which causes a few of them to scatter from their seats. He grabs one of the chairs and closes it up, walking toward the ring again with it. He climbs up onto the ring apron, holding the chair, and then looks, seeing Brute walking straight toward him. He raises the chair on instinct, and Brute slams his fist straight into it, knocking the chair right back into him. King falls off the apron, as Brute shakes his hand from the pain.
King struggles to his knees, before falling backwards against the ring, and suddenly Brute grabs a handful of his hair. King's eyes go wide as he is pulled to his feet from the floor, but as soon as he does, King swings the chair backwards, slamming it straight into Brute's exposed head. The clang is heard through-out the warehouse, as Brute immediately lets go of King and stumbles backwards. King climbs to the apron, as Brute is still somehow able to stand, and then King swings again with all of his might, denting the chair with Brute's face. With this swing, Brute crashes to the mat. King throws the chair to the side, and walks over to Matt, who is just now starting to move again, and slaps him hard across the face, yelling at him to get into the ring.
King slides into the ring, and crawls over to Brute, but doesn't pin him. Instead, he locks on the crossface once again, a move he calls the Empire Lock. He wretches back on it, but Brute was nearly knocked out from the two chair shots. Matt slides into the ring and sees what is happening. He asks Brute, but sees he's not saying anything. He calls the match, calling for the bell, trying to shake off his own hit.
The crowd boos as King lets go of his crossface and stands to his feet. He yells at Matt to raise his hand, but as soon as Matt reluctantly does, King just pushes him backwards, and in Matt's state, he topples over. King laughs at him, and then walks back, looking down at Brute, and then kicks him in the head, before walking away and leaving the ring.
It was a big victory for King, but he had to use the chair to do it. Unfortunately, Matt was down, so I won't be that guy that says he should have lost because he cheated. He just took advantage of the system, and I can't blame him for that, but if he didn't have that chair, this match may have turned out very differently. And after the disrespect he showed Brute at the end of this match, King better be looking over his shoulder, because I have a feeling Brute is going to be wanting some payback for it before too long.
Our third match saw two guys that go way back, since before their days in Peach State Wrestling. The husband of the Peach State Champion, Jace Parker Davidson, taking on Griffin Hawkins, who is...well for lack of a better term to call it, a friend of the Michaels's family. However, it has been obvious since day one that Jace has had major issues with Griffin, but so far it has been kept to just words. Tonight, words are put to the side, as they will now face off, one on one, in the ring.
The two men stand across from one another, and surprisingly enough, Griffin got a much more positive reaction than Jace, even though Jace doesn't give a damn about what the fans think. However, I think the fans are starting to find Griffin's quirkiness somewhat endearing, whether Griffin means it to or not.
Jace looks with disdain at Griffin, who smirks back at Jace. Natalie took over for Matt during this match as referee, allowing Matt a break after getting hit in the last match. Natalie looks cute in the stripes, but she has her hands full in this match, because Jace has made it his personal business to force Griffin to quit Peach State. He's had a hundred grand on the line for awhile now, and nobody has even attempted to take him up on it. I think that says a lot right there, both about Griffin and about Jace.
Jace might be the most disliked guy here in Peach State, from the fans, from the wrestlers, from pretty much everyone. But as big of an ass as he is, he's great in the ring!
The bell rings and the match officially begins. Jace and Griffin circle one another and then lock-up. Jace quickly gets the advantage headlock. Griffin tries to shove him off, but Jace grabs a handful of Griffin's hair to hold on to. Natalie tells him not to do it, but it doesn't look like Jace has any intention of actually paying attention to her. Griffin pulls Jace back into the ropes and now uses the ropes to try to push Jace off, but once again, Jace grabs a handful of his hair, using it to leverage holding onto the headlock.
Jace laughs, saying out loud that this is too easy, when Griffin suddenly wraps both arms around Jace, and lifts him up, slamming him down with an atomic drop. Now Jace lets go of Griffin and stumbles forward. Jace turns around and walks straight into a perfect dropkick from Griffin. Jace hits the mat hard and immediately rolls to the outside of the ring to catch his breath, as Griffin gets back to his feet, a smile across his face.
Jace trying to slow Griffin's momentum down outside the ring, but Griffin isn't having it. He rushes to the ropes, drops down, and goes for a baseball slide straight toward Jace, but Jace was ready for it, as he moves out of the way, allowing for Griffin to slide all the way out of the ring. Griffin lands and turns, and Jace rushes to him catching him with a clothesline. Griffin hits the floor hard, holding his head. Jace smirks, as he seemed to have it planned. The crowd boos him, but he waves them off, telling them that Griffin is playing his game. Jace picks Griffin up, and then whips him into the ring post. Griffin clangs against it, knocking him down once again.
Jace walks over to him once again, lifting him up, and then throwing him into the ring. Jace climbs up onto the apron, standing there for a moment, before grabbing the top rope, and springboarding himself over the top rope for a plancha, but as soon as he does, Griffin rolls out of the way, and Jace comes up empty. Jace gets back to his feet, turning toward Griffin, who is also back to his feet. Jace rushes toward Griffin, but it is Griffin's turn to sidestep Jace, taking him down into the ropes with a drop toe hold. Griffin immediately gets back to his feet, and then plants a knee into Jace's back, forcing his throat across the middle rope even more.
Griffin finally pulls backwards, forcing Jace off the ropes and to the mat. Griffin leaps up, and comes straight down with a leg drop across Jace's chest, and then covers, but only got a one count. Griffin hammers Jace with right hands to his head, forcing Natalie to a four count before he stops. Griffin got off of Jace, and drives a hard kick straight into Jace's side. Jace rolls to the apron, holding his side, as Griffin grabs ahold of the top rope. He kicks Jace in the side again, knocking him off the apron, and as soon as Jace lands on his back on the floor, Griffin springboards over the top rope, coming straight down for a double stomp, but Jace lifts his foot into the air, catching Griffin on the way down. Griffin's head snaps back and he falls backwards to the floor, holding his head.
Jace grabs ahold of the apron and pulls himself to his feet. He turns to Griffin, who has gotten to one knee, his back turned to Jace. Jace doesn't even hesitate. He drives a kick straight to the back of Griffin's head. Griffin flies forward, his face slamming hard into the matted concrete floor. Jace yells at the crowd to move, and then picks Griffin up, and then sends him flying into the seats, as the crowd scatters. Griffin slams into the first few rows of chairs, before crashing to the floor. Griffin lays on the floor, chairs laying all around him. Jace rolls into the ring, just long enough to restart the count, before heading back out again, walking over to Griffin, very methodically.
Jace drops down to one knee next to Griffin, the smirk returning to his face, before picking Griffin's head up, and then slamming it straight onto the unprotected concrete. Griffin rolls away, holding his head, but Jace follows him, lifting him up, and showing the crowd that the last blow busted Griffin open. Jace smiles at the development, dragging Griffin back to the ring. Jace throws Griffin back into the ring, and Griffin rolls toward the center of the ring, and lays face down, not moving, but Jace wasn't done. He snatches one of the chairs that were knocked down when he threw Griffin into the audience, and then walks it to the ring. He slides it into the ring, and Natalie starts yelling at him, but Jace is just ignoring her. He lifts up the chair in his hand, and measures Griffin.
Griffin begins to slowly get to his feet, and Jace raises the chair. Suddenly, Natalie grabs ahold of the chair, and Jace suddenly turns his attention to her. Natalie had guts putting herself on the line to stop the disqualification, and Jace's attention was off of Griffin for mere seconds, but that's all it took, as he turns back, turning right into a huge Shot in the Dark. Jace's head snaps back, and he crashes to the floor. Griffin immediately drops to one knee as the crowd is immediately back into it and on their feet, willing Griffin to make the pinfall attempt.
Griffin slowly gets back to his feet, and looks over at Jace, down on the mat, but then he eyes the chair that was dropped to the side as Natalie got out of the way of the falling Jace. Griffin walks over and grabs the chair off the mat, and it is his turn to get yelled at by Natalie.
Jace begins to slowly get back to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, as Natalie yells at Griffin that she'll disqualify him. For a moment, Griffin looks like he's going to listen to her. He starts to put the chair down, and Natalie takes a step back, but as soon as she steps back, Griffin turns and levels Jace with a perfect chair shot to his head. Jace collapses into the ring like a ton of bricks. Natalie's mouth drops open as Griffin drops the chair and falls backwards into the ropes, exhausted, as the crowd cheers. Natalie calls for the bell, disqualifying Griffin, but Griffin doesn't seem to give a damn. He leans up against the ropes with a little smile on his face, looking down at Jace, before drops down and walking away. The crowd is all over it, as they want to pat him on the back, but Griffin doesn't seem to notice as blood drips down his face.
Griffin had a rivalry with Brute, but this right here put that to shame. What started with a war of words has now blossomed into a war, and I don't know if I want to be anywhere near it when these two have their next battle.
There was a brief intermission, and I found out some big news...big huge news...it's news that I can't even believe. It's so big that Jody won't even let me say anything here. Seriously, it might be the biggest news in Peach State Wrestling's history.
But I can't say anything about it.
Yet.
Trust me though. When you hear this, you will be jumping for joy.
I can tell you when you will find out though. Jody is going to be standing in that very ring next month...the beginning of the year in 2012 and make this epic announcement. So you can see it live or you can wait for me to type it up. It's your choice, but I seriously wouldn't miss next month's show...Future Shock.
After finding out the mind blowing announcement, it was time for the main event, where the newly crowned Peach State Champion, Tara Davidson, and her sister, Tristian Michaels, defend their Peach State Tag Championships against one of the most random teams I've ever seen...Blaine Harrison, rookie sensation, the man who defeated a whole bunch of other superstars to earn this title shot right here, teaming, randomly with Mr. Krinkle.
The clown.
And I must admit, with their banter back and forth this month, it looks like they are ready to team together. They're both on the same page about pudding, which, if you don't know already, be very, very thankful about, because you don't seriously want to know what they are talking about.
Blaine Harrison came out first, being followed out by Mr. Krinkle, who is in the most interesting get-up of the night, because he's dressed in a Santa outfit. Blaine looks like he's trying to be serious, but looking at Krinkle makes it extremely hard for him to do so. Finally he just busts out laughing and pointing at Krinkle, who looks like he doesn't understand why Blaine is laughing at him.
Then out came Tara and Tristian. Tristian has the title around her waist, while Tara's waist is weighed down with both of her title belts. They walk to the ring to an equal amount of cheers. The crowd has made Tara into this true underdog story, but as much as people sometimes call her an underdog, I don't consider her an underdog anymore. She beat Kid Kaboom and her own husband, Jace, and it wasn't because of a fluke or luck. She beat them clean. She's not an underdog. She's the top dog, and she's that way for a reason.
Matt is back in the ring, ready to officiate the main event, and with all four contestants in the ring, Matt starts the match up. Tara looks to start things out, but then again, so does Krinkle. Tara looks less than pleased with starting out against Santa Krinkle. Tristian tells her she'll start off with him, and Tara shrugs her shoulders, and steps out of the ring, leaving Tristian. Krinkle claps his hands in excitement, but then Blaine jumps up and down and wants in first instead. Krinkle looks at him, and nods, climbing out of the ring, letting Blaine get in first.
Blaine says something to Tristian, a smile on his face, and all she does is role her eyes a little, and tells him let's get the match started. Blaine bows elegantly at first, but then gets ready for the match. Tristian glances at Tara, who just laughs for a moment, and then she turns back to Blaine. They lock-up, and Blaine easily gets the advantage with a headlock, turning it quickly into a hammerlock. Tristian tries to maneuver out of it, but Blaine just wrenches it in harder, causing her attempt to stop cold.
Somehow though, Tristian manages to back Blaine into the neutral corner, and Matt tells him he has to let her go. Blaine carefully lets go, and Tristian backs away slowly, but as soon as she's a few steps away, Blaine steps forward, and walks right into a jumping side kick from Tristian. Blaine drops back into the corner, and Tristian leaps up onto the ropes, wrapping her legs around Blaine's head, and then flips over with a headscissors take down. Tristian gets right back to her feet, and rushes backwards, tagging in Tara, as Blaine slowly gets to his feet.
Blaine turns, just as Tristian rushes back, and does a slide into his feet, tripping him up. Blaine goes face down to the mat, just as Tara rebounds off the ropes, and comes down with a leg drop across the back of Blaine's head. Tristian rolls out of the ring, and Tara covers, but only gets a one count. Tara gets back to her feet, and lifts Blaine up. She drives a chop across his chest, forcing him back into the ropes, and then whips to the otherside. Tara rushes toward him for a clothesline, but Blaine ducks it, both going into the ropes again, Blaine drops down, but Tara jumps over him, going back into the ropes. Blaine gets up, and drops down into a back body drop, but Tara stops short, and drives a toe kick into Blaine's chest. Blaine shoots up, and Tara connects with a perfect dropkick.
Tara lifts Blaine back to his feet, and drags him over to her corner, tagging in Tristian. She exposes his rib cage, and Tristian springboards into the ring, driving a knee into Blaine's ribs. Tara leaves the ring, and Tristian takes over, keeping Blaine on his feet, and pushes him into the corner. She sends him to the otherside with an Irish whip. Blaine slams into the corner hard, as Tristian follows him in, leaping up into the air, wrapping her legs around his head again, but this time, Blaine was ready for her, as he grabs ahold of her, keeping her into the air, stepping forward, and then drilling her into the mat with a powerbomb.
Blaine rolls to the side, and then drapes an arm across Tristian, but on the two count, Tara rushes in, breaking up the count. Blaine rolls to his corner, and for the first time, tags in Krinkle. Krinkle climbs in over the top rope, just as Tristian starts to get back to her feet. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her to her feet, before throwing her back into the neutral corner. Then he takes a short distance away, and rushes her, slamming his full weight into her. He steps away, allowing her to fall out of the corner face first.
Krinkle walks out to her, bending down and picking her up again. He lifts her up into his arms, wrapping them around her in a bear hug. The pain on her face is etched, as she actually screams out in pain for a second. He wrenches her from side to side. He puts his back to Tara in the corner, and Tara rushes in, driving a hard kick into the back of his leg. He stumbles and lets go of her, dropping to one knee. Tara leaves the ring, as Krinkle gets back up staring at her. He then turns back to Tristian, who has gotten on all fours. He reaches out to grab her, but she scurries between his legs, and leaps, tagging in Tara.
Krinkle is big, but he's also slow, as he tries to turn around quickly, but Tara rockets in, nailing a forearm into his head, rocking him. Krinkle stumbles backwards, and Tara rushes back to the ropes again, coming back across, leaping into the air and catching Krinkle with another forearm. Krinkle goes down with a giant boom. Tara covers, but only gets a one count, as Krinkle gets a shoulder up. Tara gets back to her feet, and leaps up coming straight down with a double foot stomp into Krinkle's gut. Tara almost springboards off of it, like a bowl full of jelly.
I apologize. The joke was just there, and I had to take it.
Tara runs to the ropes, as Krinkle starts to get up, and Tara comes running back across, grabbing Krinkle's head and spinning with a spinning neckbreaker. Tara gets back to her feet and tags in Tristian again. Krinkle slowly gets back to his feet, and Tara rushes him, but Krinkle catches her on his shoulder and flips her in mid air with a back body drop. Tara lands hard on the mat and rolls under the ropes, crashing to the floor. Krinkle turns around, just as Tristian connects with a huge dropkick, but it backfires on Tristian, as it sends Krinkle stumbling back into his own corner.
Blaine tags himself in, but Tristian didn't see it. Tristian leaps up onto Krinkle in the corner, planting her knees into his chest, but as soon as she does, Krinkle throws her off of him, slamming her hard into the mat. Tristian bounces back to her feet, wobbly, slightly doubled over. Blaine rushes to her, and flips over the top of her, grabbing her, and bringing her over with a sunset flip, wrapping both of his legs on top of her shoulders.
Matt drops down. One. Two. Tara slides into the ring, trying to grab ahold of Blaine, but too late. Matt's hand comes down for the three. We have new champions. I can't believe it. Blaine and Krinkle did it. They became our new tag team champions.
Krinkle climbs into the ring, and literally picks up Blaine in a less severe bear hug in celebration. Blaine jumps up and down in excitement, while Tara stands on the outside looking dejected. Tristian, rolls to the outside of the ring, and stares in the ring, looking pissed, shaking her head. She slams her hand on the apron. Matt hands the titles to Krinkle and Blaine. Blaine holds the title up to the crowd who cheers loudly at the outcome.
However, I know we have a huge match already booked for next month's Future Shock...as Ascended Supremacy will reunite in Peach State Wrestling, along with Tristian Michaels, and they will take on Nick King and the new Peach State Tag Champions....Blaine Harrison and Mr. Krinkle. What a six man tag match for Future Shock.
And in our main event, Griffin Hawkins, Brute Svenson, Whirlwind, and Finn Cambridge will compete in a four corners elimination match. Four men who have never competed for the Peach State Championship. The winner of this match will face the Peach State Champion Tara Davidson at our one year anniversary show in February. One of these four men will get the opportunity of a lifetime.
Plus a huge announcement from Jody Wilson. What a show Future Shock will be!
That's all everyone. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year, and see you in 2012!!!
