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God's Production Team: puts up a lengthy vidpac recapping the round one Dusty Classic IV action
War Raiders: We will be watching tonight's semifinals. It doesn't matter who wins -- none of these teams are ready for War.Moustache Mountain:comes out to a sizeable pop
Forgotten Sons: nope
Tyler Bate:gets whomped early
Full Sailors: Mous tache Moun tain! clap clap clapclapclap Mous tache Moun tain! clap clap clapclapclap Mous tache Moun tain! clap clap clapclapclap
Tyler:gets loose, tags out
Trent VII: Eat these chops! Suplex slam!
Steve Cutler: Blindside chop block!
Sons:employ quick tags and work over the leg
Full Sailors: Big strong bois! Big strong bois! Big strong bois!
Double Clothesline: hits the reset button, leads to tags
Tyler: Corner charging Euro! Biplane spin!
Full Sailors: Big strong boi! Big strong boi! Big strong boi!
Tyler: Double rana! Batesploder! Corkscrew senton!
Cutler: Save!
Tyler: Outta here, you! Tag!
Moustache Mountain: Rebound lariat + dragon suplex!
Ryker: Just going to put this here...
Ref: Foot's on the ropes!
Wesley Blake: accidentally (?) hits the ref
Cutler:shoves Bate off the top into a Ryker double axehandle on the floor
TVII: You mother
Cutler:cuts off his dive attempt with a running knee Tag!
Forgotten Sons: Flying stomp + inverted DDT!
Referee: Winners!
Matt Riddle: Honestly, last week I just wanted to say hi and get another look at the North American title, which got me to thinking...
Some Guy: Don't hurt yourself trying something new. You're undeserving and clueless.
Riddle: As if!
Some Guy: Fact is the North American Title will be once again around the waist of ADAM COLE, BAY BAY, and that's undisputed.
Riddle: You talk a tough game, and you're good, but let's settle this in the ring, BRO!
Shayna Baszler:comes out to the announce to see the number one contender's match Io's a nobody from Japan who just got here. I put Bianca to sleep in Phoenix. FEH, I say.
Bianca:piefaces Io a couple times
Full Sailors: (dueling chants)
Io: Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge! Cartwheel dropkick!
Full Sailors: Io! Io! Io!
Io: Rana off the apron!
Bianca: lolNOPE, overhead powerbomb into the top of the steps! mocks Io in the ring Standing moonsault! Grounded chickenwing!
Io: Victory roll double stomp! DTH~! into the bottom rope! Booyaka booyaka 619! Springboard stiff legged dropkick! Corner basement Meteora! Oh, look at that--it's God's Moonsault O'Clock!
Bianca: Undercut! Hair whip!
Io: Mecharana! God's Moonsault!
Bianca: Knees up!
Io: blurrrrrrrrrgh
Bianca: Spear!
Shayna:hits ringside, pulls out Io then puts Bianca in the Clutch
Full Sailors: Triple threat! Triple threat! Triple threat!
Kairi: Here I come to save the day!
Shayna: yeahno Clutches her
Io: Shotei! tosses Shayna, checks on her BFF
Shayna: Here's a magic number Clutches Io to sleep, then holds up the belt with bodies strewn around her
*~*~*~*~*~(commercials)~*~*~*~*~*
Shayna:(leaving the building) None of the women I've laid out tonight have done a thing! No woman in the back deserves a shot at my title?
Queen Cathy: Per the orders of Master Regal, you will be in a fatal 4 way in New York against every woman you just laid out.
Shayna:seethes and leaves
Ricochet and Aleister Black:come out to big pops
#DIY:come out in the old shirts and gear to their old theme this round
Both Teams:gain brief advantages
Full Sailors: (dueling chants)
Ricochet: Back on my Phoenix bullshit!
Ciampa: Maybe I can
Ricochet: Springboard dropkick!
Aleister:does his dive feint into the sit down
Ricochet:sits down next to him and smiles broadly, waving on the former World Tag Team champions
Full Sailors: Ric o chet! Aleis ter! Ric o chet! Aleis ter!
Mauro Ranallo:notes the huddle on the floor is Ciampa's idea
Ciampa: Hey!
Ricochet: dafuq you want
Johnny: Slingshot spear!
#DIY:quick tags focusing on keeping Ricochet worn down
Ricochet:makes Ciampa DDT Gargano Tag!
Aleister: Quebrada you both!
Johnny: Kickout! Knee away the brainbuster! Superman sp
Aleister: Upkick the Superman spear away! Brainbuster!
Ciampa: Save! tosses Ricochet
Aleister: tosses him
Ciampa:blind tags in Knee Trembler!
Johnny: Superkick!
Ciampa: Now let's do those at the same time.
Johnny: Are you saying we should Meet In The Midd
Aleister: Knee strike!
Ricochet:tries to hit Johnny with an Asai moonsault on the outside SPLUT
Johnny: Superkick!
Ciampa: Tower of London into the apron! Tag!
Johnny: Slingshot DDT!
Ricochet: tries to make the save
Ciampa: Orton DDT!
Aleister: ...kickout.
Gargano: Escape!
Ciampa: Bridging ARMbar! Or is it armBAR?
Ricochet:struggling from underneath it's...called...a...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER SAVE!
Full Sailors: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!
Johnny:crawling weakly t a g rolls out to the floor
Nigel McGuinness: I think that DVD landed on Johnny's leg when Ricochet broke up the submission attempt!
Ciampa:rolls out and checks on Gargano, then looks briefly frustrated before coming back in the ring
Aleister: Tag.
Ricochet: Knee strike!
Ciampa: Same!
Ricochet: Pele kick!
Johnny:tries to get back onto the apron, flails and fails
Aleister: Tag!
Ciampa: Fairy Tale End
Black: MASS. And tag.
Ricochet: Would you look at that: it's 6:30.
Referee: Winners!
Aleister:slaps the mat a few times in jubilation, raises Ricochet's arm with the ref
After Replays:Candice Wrestling runs down to check on Johnny
Ciampa: comes over to the Garganos, both help Johnny up
Full Sailors:applaud #DIY's efforts
Johnny:collapses at the ramp's apex
Ciampa:pauses then helps Johnny up
Full Sailors: applaud
Ciampa:gets the I Will Eat Your Soul Motherfucker look in his eyes and throws Johnny into the LED board
Johnny: (glint in his eyes) ...or does he?
Ciampa:goes facially dim and hangs his head now having to feel the brunt of his petard
Johnny Brasco:LIVES, MOTHERFUCKER! laughs, smiles, and throws Ciampa into the LED board, then talks smack, and, of course, isn't remotely injured
Candice:laughs with glee
Full Sailors: RUAHH~!
Johnny: BASEMENT FUCKING SUPERKICK!
Ciampa:
Full Sailors: standing O
Johnny:firing them up further, loud enough to be heard way off mic Let me hear it!
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