Due to travel complications (at least, that's the word going around), the three way match to kick off the show could not take place, so we're starting off with Chip Masters and Brandon Williams! This one should be a doozy. Both men made their entrances; Masters still not receiving the respect and admiration from the crowd that he feels he deserves. Williams, however, is still a fan favorite and well-received by these fans. A hand shake and we're ready to get New Year Rising going!

Lock up in the center, but a quick knee lift from Masters. That one takes the wind out of Williams quickly, who then gets rocked with a forearm shiver to the side of the head. Chip grabs him - whip to the corner. Williams hits and Masters charges in - clothesline in the corner. Chip rocks him hard with that one, folks. Whip to the opposite corner now and Masters charges in right behind; Williams grabs the top rope and leaps into the air! Masters runs under him - but stops short and catches Williams on his shoulder. He turns around... running powerslam coming up! He charges - Williams drops down behind Masters and shoves him off - Masters hits the corner! He spins around, holding his chest - standing dropkick from Williams! Masters rolls out of the ring, continuing to hold his chest. Williams sees an opportunity and hits the far ropes; he comes charging back, top speed! HIIIIIIGH cross body block, over the top and onto Masters outside! Williams crushes Masters, and this crowd lets him know that they approve!

Williams is starting to get up out there, an arm on his stomach; perhaps he came down at a wrong angle and took another shot to the stomach. Aimee Harper comes to ask Williams if he's okay - he waves her off and picks Masters up. Whip from the (R)Evolution Dojo trainee, and Masters hits the barricade. Williams raises his hands to the crowd, playing up to the appreciative fans here. He charges in at Masters - wha - oh! Masters dropkicks Williams in the leg as he charges in, and not only does it take Williams down, but he hits face-first against the railing! That's gonna spell trouble, folks! Masters is starting to get up, shaking off the previous series of Williams. Brandon, however, is clutching at his face on the arena floor.

Masters picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. He follows behind as Williams begins to get up. Masters grabs him, helping him up the rest of the way; knife edge chop to Williams! A second one and Williams falls into the ropes, hooking his arm over the top to stay on his feet. Masters quickly whips him to the ropes - no, pulls him back in - OHHH!! Belly to belly suplex over the top rope! Williams just splattered all over the arena floor! Tremendous move from Masters! Harper rushes over to Williams, and this time, he's definitely not waving her off. He came down either on his back or side, I couldn't see perfectly from where I'm sitting. Nonetheless, Williams took a hard hit - and here comes Masters to finish the job!

Down to the arena floor, scaring Harper off. He drags Williams up to his feet... rams him back-first into the apron. Williams arches his back in agony and Masters grabs his arm - whips him into the steel railing! Only about three, maybe four feet of space to get momentum in between the apron and the railing, but Masters used all of it. He grabs Williams again and this time, he whips him back into the ring. Williams is fighting to his feet, trying to scurry away. Masters slides in the ring... Williams is up to his feet and charges the far ropes! He comes running back, Masters stands up - oh! Masters must have known it was coming, as he just rocked Williams with a clothesline! Williams almost flips completely over in mid-air, and Masters just grins at his work.

He's dragging Williams to his feet - a handful of hair, come on! Get in there, ref! Masters just tosses Williams in the corner now and lays in a boot to the stomach. What's he... he's just walking around the ring? Showboating to this crowd who is just showering him with hate! Masters is soaking it in, but he's trying to get this crowd up to pay respect to him; he doesn't deserve it at all! Chip comes back to Williams... Williams grabs him and flings him into the corner! Forearm blast! Another! Three! Boot to the stomach! Another! Williams is stomping away on Chip! Whip to the far corner and Chip hits hard! He stumbles out and Williams charges - running dropkick to the chest and Masters flies back into the corner! He hangs on as to not fall to the mat, and Williams gets right back up. He drives a shoulder into Masters ribs - a second one... handspring backflip, and he charges for a third - Masters gets a knee up! No, wait - Williams grabs a hold of the knee! He's pulling Masters out of the corner on one foot; Dragon screw legwhip! He's locking Masters up! Chip is trying to wiggle free, but Williams turns him over - AFTERBURN!! He's got him locked in it, and Masters is in trouble - oh, he gives up immediately! Williams forces Masters to submit!

Winner: Brandon Williams

Masters gave up quickly there; perhaps he knew there was no escape and wanted to save an injury, or perhaps the move tweaked something in him and forced him to submit to pure pain. Either way, he hobbles to his feet and unhappily accepts a handshake from Williams. The Chipper leaves the ring, letting Williams and Harper celebrate what is surely a big win for both of them.

Both men made their entrances, but Frampton seemed a little off. He just seemed angry on his way to the ring, with Hilary Bennett lagging a little bit behind. Erickson's entrance was standard, playing to the crowd who was giving him a negative response.

Frampton is in the ring now... he's stomping right over to Erickson! He grabs his hand and shakes it; Erickson looks confused... oh! The bell sounds and Frampton just hammers Erickson in the face with a forearm blast! Another! A third, still with the hand shake! He spins Erickson around - Regal neckbreaker on Erickson! Frampton drags him toward the center of the ring and hits the ropes. He comes back - hiiiiiigh jumping kneelift, right to the face. Erickson is rolling away but Frampton quickly stops him with a stomp to the back. Peels him to his feet and connects with a European uppercut. Erickson wobbles back, he's visibly been taken off of his game by Frampton's approach here tonight.

Frampton whips him to the far side. Erickson comes back - standing dropkick rocks Stevie right in the face! He flies into the ropes and comes bouncing back, totally off balance; Frampton is up and boots him in the gut. Bends him over... what's he - OHHH!! J-Driller takes Erickson down and steals a collective gasp from this crowd! Frampton goes for the cover! One... Two... oh, wait... he just pulled Erickson up! He pulled him up before the three count! He drags him to his feet and shoves him into the corner, chest first. Frampton runs back and charges at Erickson; dropkick to the neck! Erickson gets flattened in the corner and Frampton is again up immediately.

He grabs Erickson and sits him on the top rope, facing the crowd. Frampton is climbing up as well and he slaps a waistlock on Erickson. The crowd is starting to stand... they're not sure what he's doing, but it's not gonna be pretty! He pulls Erickson up to his feet... wait - NO! OH MY GOD!!! GERMAN SUPERPLEX!! Erickson hits high-angle and flips over onto his stomach, while Frampton had the ingenuity to hook his foot under the top rope to keep himself from falling! He pulls himself up on the rope now and... moonsault onto Erickson! Wait - he waistlocks him on the mat, and he's pulling him back up! OH! Another German suplex! Frampton's not done, though; he's struggling to pull the dead weight of Stevie Erickson to his feet! Struggling, actually, would be an understatement. Frampton has his limp opponent up and raises him into the air; backdrop driver! And he spikes him hard! The crowd is applauding Frampton, who just rocked Erickson with the most devastating variation of Frampton Comes Alive that I think we'll ever see!

He's not going for the cover, though?? He's pulling him to his feet again... well, to his knees, at least. He's hooking him up for... powerbomb?? WHAM! Purity! Into an Ace Crusher, and he just connected with Purity on Erickson! He's lifting him up AGAIN?! What the Hell has gotten into Frampton? He's hooking him up... wait - OH! Again! Purity, for the second time! Frampton shoves Erickson onto his back and covers - one! Two! Three! There it is! Joshua Frampton just DESTROYED Stevie Erickson!

Winner: Joshua Frampton

After the three count, the very angry-looking Frampton slowly got to his feet, staring in disdain at Erickson on the mat. He reached down, shaking his motionless opponent's hand, and then exited the ring. A quick glance to Hilary let her know that he was ready to leave, and the duo did so to rounds of applause for this showing against Erickson.

This match holds so much weight for each competitor. Can Jonathan Collins prove to his doubters that he still has what it takes to grasp for that brass ring? Does Alex Hudson have it in him to show the World that behind his cocky demeanor, he's hiding a well-rounded athlete capable of Championship glory? These two athletes will be wrestling for the chance to challenge John Iley next month, and you can bet they'll be laying it all on the line!

Alex Hudson came to the ring alone, Candace Ford conspicuous by her absence. Jonathan Collins, however, had Hilary by his side for this huge battle. The two shake hands before the start and as the bell sounds, we're off to the races!

These two are slowly circling right now. Keeping serious eyes locked with one another from across the ring. Sizing one another up, trying to see just when is the right moment to strike, and where. And there we go, a collar and elbow tie up in the center! Both men are jockeying for position, trying to push the other back. Right now, though, it's like pushing against a brick wall - neither man is going anywhere! And they break it up. This is what's going to be interesting - Collins has the height advantage, about four inches on Hudson; Hudson, though, has about thirty pounds on Collins. It'll be interesting to see how each man uses those advantages to his advantage.

Another lock up, again struggling for dominance. Collins is pushing down on Hudson here, who is keeping... no, he drops to a knee! Oh, fireman's carry takeover on Collins! Hudson spins around to his feet as Collins spins to a knee; the two lock eyes and Hudson grins at the veteran. Collins dusts himself off and gets up, trying not to let this kid get under his skin. Lock up in the center again and now Collins wastes no time in driving Hudson into a corner! The referee is calling for a break and Collins is slowly letting up and stepping back... oh! Hudson just slapped him in the face! He dives out of the ring and Collins lunges at him, but the ref holds him back again! Hudson is on the arena floor now, grinning at Collins who is just furious!

Collins calls Hudson back into the ring, but Hudson is telling the referee to back Collins up first. He obliges and Hudson gets onto the apron... here comes Collins - WHAM! Slap to the face! That one knocked Hudson for a loop! Collins boots him in the ribs as he hangs over the top rope and now he hooks him up... suplex to the inside! Collins spins to his knees and sits Hudson up in a split second, applying a chinlock on the mat. He's got a knee right between the shoulder blades of Hudson who, at the moment, is stuck. He's also got a giant, red hand-print on the side of his face.

Collins keeps his fingers locked under Hudson's jaw but stands up a bit... and drives a knee into his back! Hudson arches and his arms fly out to the side as Collins yanks back on his head again. Jonathan quickly lets go and slides around in front of Hudson, locking on a front facelock, perhaps trying to choke him out! The ref is in there to check the legality of the hold, though, and it passes his inspection. Collins hooks Hudson's left arm into the facelock as well, and Hudson is driving a shoulder into Collins, pushing him back. Collins stumbles back and Hudson is able to go from a sitting position to kneeling on his knees. Collins keeps the hold locked on, though. Hudson is starting to stand up while Collins applies more pressure. Hudson swings with a forearm and nails Collins in the side. Collins cringes but then he tightens that hold again. Another shot from Hudson, and Collins seemed to lose his grip a bit. Hudson nails him again before he can get it back. Oh! Kneelift from Collins into Hudson's chest! Collins lets go of the hold while Hudson stumbles back; Collins walks away for a moment and clutches at his side.

He turns back to Hudson, reaches for him - Hudson connects with a forearm to the jaw! Collins is shocked and rocked, then nailed with another one! Hudson grabs him, whip to the far ropes. He puts his head down and Collins leapfrogs over him. Charges the ropes and comes back; Hudson stands up and turns around... ducks a Collins clothesline attempt. Jon stops short behind Hudson; Hudson spins around - superkick from Jon! No! Hudson catches his foot! He spins Collins around then grabs him in mid-spin - exploder suplex! Collins gets dumped on the back of his head and Hudson goes for a quick cover - only gets a two. Hudson pulls Collins to his feet and connects with a big European uppercut. Collins is rocked back but Hudson grabs him again, this time whipping him to the corner. Collins hits and stays; Hudson charges in. Collins slides out of the way and Hudson misses his back-elbow attempt, hitting back-first in the corner! Collins boots Hudson in the ribs as he stumbles out... powerbomb coming up?? OHHH!! Oh, have mercy! He just powerbombed Hudson into the corner! That was tremendous! He drags Hudson out of the corner and covers him; one! Two! No! Hudson shoots a shoulder up at two, breaking the count.

Collins rolls him over onto his stomach and sits on his back - single arm Camel Clutch locked in. Collins is focusing on the neck and back thus far, it seems. Not sure if he's just wearing down Hudson or if he's going for a submission win. One thing is for sure - if Collins gets a submission win on a guy like Hudson, it will definitely bruise "The Prodigy's" ego; perhaps this is the secondary gameplan for Collins, in addition to becoming number one contender.

Nonetheless, Collins has Hudson locked in right here, pulling back on him pretty nicely. Hudson, however, refuses to give in to the pain and pressure of the Clutch. Oh, look at this! Collins is pulling back hard on Hudson - oh! And then lets him go, smashing face and chest-first into the canvas! Collins pops to his feet and runs to the ropes... WHAM! Muta-esque elbow drop to the spine of Hudson, calling the youngster to scream in agony. He's back up now, pulling a reluctant Hudson up as well. He connects with a forearm blast, sending Hudson scrambling backwards. He falls into the ropes, hooking the top one with his arm in an attempt to stay vertical. Collins with a Yakuza-style kick to the face! Hudson sprawls onto the ropes with both arms hooked over it, facing the crowd. Collins charges to the far ropes and comes back... dropkick to the small of Hudson's back! Hudson bounces into the ropes and flies back - wham! A double-impact move from Collins, not only hitting the kick but also forcing Hudson to crash back-first onto the canvas. Smart wrestling from Collins thus far.

He gets to his feet and endulges in the applause this crowd is giving him after that pretty vicious-looking dropkick. Hudson is crawling towards the ropes, grabbing the middle one with both hands. He's resting on the ropes and Collins stays on the offensive! He charges the far ropes once again and comes back - 619! NO!! My word! As Collins began to swing around, Hudson thought on a split-second of initiative and forearmed his foe right in the face! Collins takes a crash-landing in the worst way on the arena floor... absolutely brutal!

Hudson is pulling himself up in the ring while Hilary rushes to Jonathan and the referee lays down the count. Hudson is up now, trying to walk off the effects of Collins' offense. He's stretching his back, trying to work out the kinks, while Collins is aided to his feet outside. At the nine count, he rolls back into the ring. Hudson stomps towards him - kick to the chest! Another one! A third! Collins is in trouble - oh! Repeated knees driven right into Collins' chest! Hudson is relentless, and why not? I guess turnabout is fairplay, especially with the stakes this high.

He pulls Collins up to his feet and shoves him into the corner... European uppercut! And now a forearm blast - right into the chest! Another! Whip to the far side, but Hudson runs right behind Collins. Collins tries to turn to break the impact - OHH!! Hudson shoves him from behind and forces Collins chest-first into the corner! Amazing ingenuity! Collins flies back, collapsing in a heap on the canvas. Now usually you would think that Hudson would work on that back, softening it up for the Bona Fide Prodigy; but what he's doing right here is really brilliant. It already appears that, with the amount of submission holds used, Collins is trying to drag this match out and wear down Hudson. If Collins chest is injured, though, that's not only going to impare his ability to breathe, but once he's locked in that elevated crab, it's going to cut down that ability tenfold!

Back to action as Hudson yanks Collins to his feet. Another European uppercut, concentrating on the sternum of Jonathan. Oof! Just a shove that time, nothing fancy whatsoever; a shove into the chest sending Collins into the ropes. Forearm shiver to the jawline of Collins, and now a whip to the far side. Reversal from Collins! Hudson goes into the ropes and charges back - shoulderblock takes Collins down! Hudson runs to the side ropes. He comes back - Collins rolls to his stomach... ohh!! Fabulous! Senton backsplash on the back of Collins! Collins expected Hudson to leap over him and keep running, but Hudson cut him short and flattens him!

Collins rolls towards the ropes, trying to catch a second to himself. Hudson is up, though, and follows after him. He drags him to the center of the ring... elbow to the chest! And now some sort of reverse headlock, pulling Collins head toward his chest. Interesting move here from Hudson, perhaps catching Collins off-guard. Collins is reaching his arms around, trying to find something to grab onto for an easy escape, but no dice at the moment. Hudson wrenches that hold, applying more pressure. Collins reaches for Alex's face, but he shakes it off. Oh! Knee to the back from Collins! Another! That third one catches him in the base of the neck and Hudson quickly lets go!

He's up to his feet, shaking off the effects of those knees. Collins is rolling to his feet as well, but Hudson sees this and advances towards him. Forearm to the stomach from Collins! Hudson is stunned and Collins nails another - forearm to the back of the head from Hudson sends Collins back down. Stomp to the neck from Hudson before pulling Collins back up once more. He pushes him back against the ropes, throwing his arms over the top... WOOOO!! Knife-edge chop from Hudson connects HARD! Another! A third and now Collins stumbles away, clutching his chest. Hudson is really laying it into Collins' chest here. He advances towards Collins and spins him around - another chop! OHH! Collins grabs him by the head and spins around, tossing Hudson into the corner! He pulls him out head first... oh! Jumping knee strike! Another, with the other knee! And now a double-jumping knee strike to the face! Hudson flies back into the corner and Collins runs a half-circle to the center of the ring. He charges back in - running tiger wall flip! He lands perfectly and charges in - high knee to the side of the head! Hudson falls to the mat, sitting in the corner, while Collins' momentum takes him to the ring apron. Wait... where... where the Hell's he going? He's going to the adjacent corner... and he's climbing the top?? No! Don't tell me... what's he??? SWEET JESUS!!! THAT WAS AMAZING!! Jonathan Collins just leapt across the ring, somersaulted in mid-air, and dropkicked the fallen Hudson in the face! This crowd just exploded!

Collins is getting up to his feet, he clutches at his chest for a moment, but then raises a hand to this crowd who is just going bananas! He grabs Hudson by the leg and he's pulling him into the center of the ring. He drops down on him - one! Two! NO!! Hudson kicks out!? How did he do it?? Hudson is bleeding from the face, folks - he could have a broken nose, missing teeth - who knows! All we know is he's got some light bleeding right now and like a shark smelling blood in the water, Jonathan Collins just noticed it! He rips Hudson to his feet - Hudson is just out! OH! European-style uppercut, modified to connect right with the front of Hudson's face! Collins has a grip on the back of his head, though, and nails two more! Hudson drops to a knee and Collins runs to the ropes. He charges back - SHINING WIZARD! Knee right to the face! Collins is taking control and now Hudson's light bleeding is increasing!

Collins decides to pull Hudson back up rather than going for a pin. He shoves Hudson into the corner... lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope. Collins looks across the crowd... and shoves Hudson backwards!! Oh, he's got Hudson's leg hooked in the top rope; Hudson is hanging over the ropes, above the apron and in front of the steel post in a modified Tree of Woe! Collins steps out onto the apron... the few members of the crowd who weren't already standing are now! Collins eyes Hudson and charges - OH, GOD!! Dropkick to the face, and I think the back of Hudson's head banged off of that ring post! Collins quickly rolls inside and pulls Hudson to a sitting position on the top rope. Collins scales the ropes quickly - hurricanrana from the top! Hudson crashes and burns inside and Collins rushes over to him! One! Two! WHAT?! Hudson gets a shoulder up! Collins can't believe it, I can't believe it, this crowd can't believe it! Somehow, Hudson stays alive!

Collins is up again, pulling Hudson back to his feet. Hudson can barely stand here, folks... this looks bad! He's donning the crimson mask tonight, and Collins isn't through with him yet! Wait - Collins is signalling for the end! He double underhooks Hudson... here comes the Wingless Angel! OHH! Son of a! OH! The ref didn't see that at all, he was on the opposite side of Collins - Hudson was double underhooked and knew he was in trouble; he just kneed Collins in the groin then took him over with a modified Northern Lights Suplex! Dispicable!

Both men are down on the canvas here while the referee administers the count. Hudson is a bloody mess and has to take this time to recover, but what a low-down way to do it! Seven count and both men are still down. Hudson is just laying there with his gaze fixed on Collins. Jonathan is starting to recover here, but that was a nasty shot he took downstairs. Eleven and now Collins is starting to get up to a knee... and there goes Hudson! He's getting up to his feet, fighting through the blood and pain he must be going through. Up to his feet and he's on rubber legs, folks. He may have a concussion! He grabs Collins by the hair - and he's raining down forearm blasts to the bridge of Collins' nose! The ref is in there about the hair-grab, but Hudson is nailing these rapid-fire blows! He finally lets go and stops nailing Collins - Jonathan falls back to the mat. Hudson stumbles over to the ropes, collapsing in the corner to try and recover some more. Not too bad of a move there with the forearm shots, as Collins is now down on the canvas once again.

Hudson is wiping the blood away from his eyes while Collins crawls towards the ropes. Hudson starts after him, taking it slow and unsteady once again. Collins is on all fours - Hudson kicks him over onto his back. Kneedrop to the chest! Hudson goes back to that chest-attack on Collins. He pulls him back up to his feet, connects with a sharp European uppercut. Whips Collins to the ropes and stays still in the center; Collins returns - boot to the gut from Hudson. He hooks him up and turns him around... neckbreaker in the center! Hudson gets up quickly - wobbles a moment - charges at the ropes. He leaps onto the second - SUPER STARDOM, AND HE CONNECTS!! Hudson connects HARD, but he's just laying there! Collins is holding his chest while Hudson lays... no, he's starting to crawl towards him. Hudson is crawling towards Collins - he swings an arm on him and gets the count! One! Two! No! No way you'll beat Collins with that kind of cover. No chance.

Hudson is slowly getting to his feet, still trying to rid the effects of Collins brutal assault earlier on. Wait, he charges the ropes again! Second rope - Super Stardom! NO!! Collins extended his leg straight up and Hudson catches it in the face! He flies back into the ropes and collapses to the mat! Collins rolls over and starts getting to his feet; all that time Hudson was laying down and then attempting the move a second time allowed him ample time to recover. He stomps towards Hudson, sitting against the ropes. Reaches down - Hudson grabs the tights - oh! He pulls Collins forward and he falls right on the arena floor! Hudson pulls himself up with the top rope and turns to face Collins, who is also getting up. Hudson leaps over the top - Collins drops - Hudson lands on the apron! OH! Collins pulls his legs back and Hudson hits face-first on the apron! Collins slides inside now. He charges the far ropes - Hudson looks up - SOMERSAULT PLAAAAAAAAANCHA!! There's a storm in here tonight, and Hudson got caught right in it - no pun intended - being rained on by Jonathan Collins!

Both men are sprawled on the arena floor, shades of their battle last month! These two tore the place down last time they met, this time they're tearing each other down! They're both victim to the referee's count right now, but Collins is clearly head and shoulders above Hudson at the moment. At the five count, he's up on his feet! He pulls Hudson up, who looks like dead weight, and rolls him into the ring. Collins slides in right behind and pops to his feet... he looks fairly content at the moment. He's pulling Hudson up again and now backing into a corner with him. Collins leaps up, sitting on the top rope. He grabs Hudson - we know what's... wait, Hudson drops to his knees. Collins reaches down and lifts him back up... he hooks him! No, Hudson collapses to his knees again! He doesn't even have the energy to stand! Collins looks frustrated now and pulls Hudson up with force; he hooks him up and leaps quickly - Glasseating Smile! NO!! WHOA!! Hudson! Hudson planted his foot and Collins landed spine-first on his knee! That was absolutely tragic!

Collins sprawls to the mat in agony and Hudson again uses the time to recover and plan out a method of attack. Hudson is just on his knees in the corner, breathing deeply and trying to shake away the cobwebs. Collins is up already, though, hobbling towards Hudson! He reaches at him - Hudson sweeps his legs down! Collins lands on his back and... Hudson rolls him up, but he's got his feet on the ropes for leverage! One! Two! Thre... NO!! Collins kicks out! Hudson falls to his side, almost taking out the ref. He gets up, as does Collins. Jonathan connects with a forearm! Hudson responds with one, then whips Jonathan to the far ropes... reversal! Hudson charges back - hurricanrana from Collins! NO! Hudson puts on the breaks and hangs onto Collins! He's pulling him back up... powerbomb?? No, he slides Collins over his head... ohhh, Gory Special! He's got Collins locked in a tremendous submission hold, again, something that stretches the chest out!

Collins is stuck here, folks. This isn't something you can easily break out of. Usually, to break this hold, the attacker just drops the opponent face-first on the canvas! Hudson is really stretching Collins, but it looks like he's not in the mood to give up! He just keeps screaming, "NO!" when the referee asks if he wants to give in. Collins is in a winning mood tonight! Wait, Hudson's unhooking him... he's not dropping him - he's lifting him into the air! Splash Mountain on the way! Here it - WHOA! Counter from Collins into a hurricanrana, and a cradle! One! Two! THREE!!!

NO!! Hudson reverses the pin! One! Two! Collins rolls out backwards! He grabs Hudson's legs - flips over him and covers! Two count, and Hudson is bridging up! He spins it around once at his feet... backslide on Collins! One! Two! No! Collins flips out of it! Both men up - small package from Collins! Two count only and Hudson breaks it! Collins is up and Hudson sweeps his legs out. Two count and Collins kicks out. Hudson is up and Collins legsweeps him, then into a cover! Another two count! Collins gets to his feet - Hudson from behind, he rolls him up! One! Two! YE-NO!! Collins kicks out and rolls backwards, while Hudson falls backwards, rolling towards a corner as well. Hudson just lets out a scream and pounds the mat! Collins is up and screams towards Hudson, "COME ON!!" Both men are up and charge towards the center of the ring - WHOA! They're just exploding in the center! Forearm from Hudson! Collins! Hudson! Collins! Hudson! Collins... they're just beating each other senseless! This crowd is going nuts, I've never seen anything like this - just charging in and attacking! Neither man is giving an inch - now two shots in a row from Collins! Two from Hudson! Collins! Hudson! They're just wrecking each oth-what the?! The bell just rang! These two didn't hear it, or didn't care! They're still going at it! The referee is trying to get in there - no, OH!! He got right in the center and was sandwiched between forearm blasts from each side! The ref goes down and Collins tackles Hudson to the mat! He's nailing him with forearms - Hudson reverses it! Officials are swarming the ring... these two just can't get enough of beating one another like this!

Both men are being separated... officials and referees holding them back! The original referee is up and he stumbles over to Troy Griffin, the ring announcer. Another official is over there alongside the timekeeper. The official word is a time limit draw! These two just went to a thirty minute draw!

They're both livid! They're trying to get through these officials, to no avail! The crowd is egging them on, cheering loudly... my God, what a mess!

Winner: Time Limit Draw

Mark Sherrick made his entrance first, and for the first time in weeks, took the microphone to voice what would be a very unwelcome opinion with the crowd here tonight.

[Sherrick steps through the ropes, and yanks the mic away from the ring announcer, to a chorus of boos]

Sherrick: Ya know.... it's been so long since I've been able to speak my mind. I'll bet you've all been missing me dearly, haven't you. Well, I'm out here, on the most important day of the year... the day I face the PWG Heavyweight Champion- title on the line or not -, and the powers that be finally decided to end their censorship. I've been in contact with the offices every week since I disappeared, and nobody knows it, because they refused to air my promos. They threw me out here for matches without allowing me any prep time. Well, now... their reign is over. It's now my time. I'll be leaving here tonight with a win over their precious Champion, and there's not a thing they can do about it.

[Sherrick smiles proudly, and pauses, as if to remember past events]

Sherrick: I've had some fun times here, crippling people, and just plain beating on them. Bryan Summers was my opponent a good SIX MONTHS AGO, and he's STILL a ghost in PWG. One more inch to the left, and that useless bastard wouldn't be in traction - he'd be in a grave. If you notice, I'm one of the few left, from the group of people who stood before you at the creation of Pro Wrestling Glory, those months back... and nobody, especially me... can understand why I'm not featured more prominently. I know why... it's because I'm a veteran, and not a wrestler who got his start here. I'm being censored and held back because I'm not a PWG creation. But tonight, everything changes.... tonight, it's time for Jon Iley to come out here, and do his duty, and get his ass kicked...and probably tornado DDT'd into a coma while he's at it. Lets go, Jon...time to do the right thing.

[Sherrick drops the mic and finishes his prematch preparations]

John Iley made his entrance next, looking pretty laid back and slapping hands with the fans. Perhaps the non-pressure of not having to defend his Heavyweight Title tonight is allowing John to wear that grin on his face a little more. Nothing out of the ordinary for Iley and Leigh on their way to the ring tonight, other than Leigh taking John's belt rather than the referee. As Sherrick and Iley shake hands the bell sounds... wait... Iley's not letting go of his grip. He stares at Sherrick and - oh, he drags a thumb across his throat! The same thing Sherrick did to Iley the last time they met, Iley does to Sherrick!

They break the hand shake now and begin circling each other. Collar and elbow tie up in the center, John with a quick go-behind and into a waistlock takedown. He floats over Sherrick into a front face lock, but Sherrick is already getting back to his feet. He nails Iley in the stomach with a forearm shot, then a second one that breaks the hold. Whip to the ropes from Sherrick. Iley hits then comes back - shoulder block and nobody moves! Sherrick hits the ropes this time - a second shoulder block, and still, nobody goes anywhere. Both men hit the ropes now. They come back - shoulder block from Sherrick, but Iley baseball slid right by him! Sherrick stumbles forward as Iley gets to his feet. He charges at Sherrick, who turns around - WHAM! Clothesline takes Sherrick down hard!

Iley looks down at Sherrick with a grin on his face; Sherrick sneers at him then rolls away and to his feet. Lock up in the center once again, this time Sherrick goes behind. Not for long, though - Iley with a back elbow and now he charges to the ropes. He comes back and Sherrick leapfrogs him. Iley stops right behind him - catches him in mid-air on the landing; back suplex! Great move from Iley! Sherrick landed high and rolled right through to a knee, while Iley gets to his feet, ready to attack if need be. He relaxes, though, as Sherrick clutches his neck and gets to his feet.

Iley is calling Sherrick on for another tie up; Sherrick obliges and moves in... knee lift from Sherrick catches Iley off-guard! Forearm blow to the side of the head now, sending Iley walking away. Sherrick grabs him, though, and spins him around, shoving him into the ropes. OH! Open-hand slap to the chest! And another! Iley reaches to clutch his chest but Sherrick pushes him again, then slaps right in the middle of the chest! Whips Iley to the far side and pauses for a moment, then follows him. Iley hits the rope, Sherrick right behind him - knee lift to the stomach and Iley flips over onto the canvas. He lands in a seated position - SMACK! Sherrick kicks him in the back! Iley arches his back and Mark grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Big forearm shot to the head rocks Iley again, but Sherrick doesn't let him walk it off this time. He turns John around and connects with a forearm, driving it right into John's back... wait - WHOA! Iley spins around instantly and nails Sherrick with a hard forearm to the face! Now an elbow! European uppercut! Forearm! He whips Sherrick to the far ropes and stomps to the center; Sherrick returns: powerslam from Iley! He pops back up to his feet and lets out a yell - he's not gonna take that punishment to the back any longer, folks!

He pulls Sherrick to his feet quickly and boots him in the stomach. He tosses Sherrick's arm over his head and looks across the crowd. He points to the ceiling... and lifts Sherrick high over head! Stalling vertical suplex here, ladies and gentlemen. He's holding him up there for quite some time, too; perhaps an homage to the memory of fellow British superstar, Davey Boy Smith. Seven seconds, eight seconds, nine... and there we go - drops Sherrick down in a suplex! I think Iley's proving one thing to everyone right here - that back is absolutely fine! He neglects a pin attempt and instead pulls Sherrick up to his feet once again. He turns Sherrick around - abdominal stretch... no, an Octopus Hold! He's got Sherrick tied up like a pretzel here. Iley takes the foot off of Sherrick's head, planting on the mat and returning to a standard abdominal stretch now. Yanks back on the arm of Sherrick, pulling his midsection apart. Sherrick isn't giving in here, though; he's fighting through Iley's submission attack. Iley suddenly lets go of the hold, spinning Sherrick away. He maintains a grip on the arm, though, and turns into an armbar on Sherrick.

Sherrick pats his shoulder, feeling the effects of the hold quickly. He charges towards the ropes - oh! He baseball slides under the bottom rope and Iley faceplants on the canvas! Not the prettiest of moves, but definitely effective and unique. Sherrick shakes out his arm and then slides back into the ring. He measures Iley, clutching the side of his face on the mat, and plants a boot into his side. Iley cringes, but Sherrick peels him up to his feet. He shoves Iley chest-first against the ropes and rams a forearm into his neck. Sherrick flings Iley's arms over the top rope now; he grabs his wrists from under the rope and... oh, just pulling back on Iley's arms! He could pull the shoulders out of their sockets! Wait - oh! He lifts a leg and places a boot right on Iley's neck! He's pushing on the neck and pulling back on those arms! A devastating move from Sherrick, but it can only last so long before he has to break it by the referee's five count.

Sherrick does release the hold at four, spinning Iley back-first against the ropes. Whip to the far side and he waits for Iley to return. Boot to Iley's stomach upon the return and now he places the Heavyweight Champion's head between his legs. Sherrick is motioning... no, don't do that! A piledriver?? He's going for it! He lifts Iley up - no! Iley kicks his legs and falls to his knees! He grabs a hold of Sherrick's leg; Mark tries lifting him again, but he can't break Iley's grip. Oh! He's just wailing away on Iley's back with forearms! Iley lets go and now Sherrick lifts him up! He's got him totally vertical - no, Iley kicks down to his knees again! He lifts up - baaaack body drop! NO! Sherrick lands on his feet! He charges through to the ropes and Iley stands up; he spins around as Sherrick rebounds - flying neckbreaker! Iley gets dropped hard on the mat and Sherrick covers! One! Two! No, just a two count. Iley kicks out in time and now Sherrick sits him up.

He slaps his hand down on the neck of Iley, applying a nerve hold to the neck. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure this one out, folks; he said it right in his pre-match interview, that one move that remains in the back of any PWG wrestler's mind when facing Mark Sherrick: the Tornado DDT. Clearly, Iley's back is in tip-top shape, so I guess Sherrick thinks working over the next is just as good an idea as anything else.

Sherrick stands up here, pulling Iley up with him. Shoves Iley into the corner and stomps him in the stomach, kicking Iley right down to a sitting position on the mat! Sherrick places a boot against the face of Iley... oh, and just shoves it along his face! Just a disrespectful move! Sherrick charges the opposite corner now; he stops short and turns back around, running at Iley. He's going full speed ahead, folks! WHAM! Double knees, right into Iley's head! Definitely, that had to jar the neck of Iley! Sherrick pulls Iley out of the corner, now, yanking him to his feet by the neck; he doesn't have a hold of Iley's head, he's got his hands right around his neck! Suplex coming up? No, he places Iley on the top rope. Sherrick climbing up with him now, hooking Iley up. Sherrick looks across the crowd this time and lifts Iley up - suuuuuuuperplex!! Superplex from the top and both men crash to the mat! Iley sits up, clutching at his neck, then falls over to his side.

Sherrick sits up too; he's gloating at the moment, however. He gets up to his feet, and look at him - just enjoying the fact that he's got the Heavyweight Champion down! He saunters over to Iley, just taking his sweet time with it, too. He pulls him up to his feet and pushes him back into the ropes. Sherrick has a bit of a smirk on his face as he grabs Iley, whipping him to the ropes. Iley comes back - Sherrick lifts him up... spinebuster?? No!! Iley begins to take shots at Sherrick's head, forearms and elbows! Sherrick drops him to his feet, grabbing at his head. Iley rocks him with a HUGE elbow to the face! Sherrick stumbles back but Iley quickly grabs him - waita... WHOA! Gorilla press! He presses Sherrick right over his head! OH!! Juts him into the air and lets him fall stomach-first over his knee!

Iley shoves Sherrick off, then stands up and begins to rub his neck. Stomp to the body of Sherrick while continuing to rub his neck. Reaches down now and pulls Sherrick up to his feet. Authentic European uppercut from Iley, sending Sherrick sprawling into the corner. He whips Sherrick to the far side and charges behind him - clothesline against the corner! He shoves Sherrick out a couple of steps and drives a shoulder into his back! He lifts Sherrick up - Torture Rack Suple-no! He drops him! Iley winces in pain, clutching his neck. Oh, look at Sherrick! He charges the ropes and comes back - WHAM!! Yakuza kick! Iley gets rocked right into the ropes! Sherrick grabs him - wait... he's going to the corner! He hooks Iley up, front chancery! He leaps and spins - NOO!! OHH!! Iley shoves him off!! Sherrick lands on his hands and knees - Iley charges at him with lightning speed! Stottie Roll!! He's got him hooked up - one! Two! THREE!! Iley pins Sherrick!

Winner: PWG Heavyweight Champion John Iley

Iley wins it with a quick pin! Sherrick was totally caught by surprise there, as were most of these fans! Iley utilizes his knowledge of mat wrestling here tonight to take the win; this guy, he can turn any situation, any position in that ring into a positive for hismelf. Iley celebrated post-match with Leigh and the PWG Heavyweight Title. He offered his hand to Sherrick who accepted before ducking out of the ring. Mark Sherrick picks up another loss here tonight, but it definitely appears that he is getting back on the same track he used to be on. John Iley, on the other hand, continues to ride high as the first-ever Pro Wrestling Glory Heavyweight Champion.

Both teams made their entrances to their expected reactions: much love for Iconoclasm, and much disdain for Too Hood and Lena D. Too Hood seemed to be enjoying the hate even more tonight, showing off their freshly won PWG Tag Team Titles to the ringside fans. Once in the ring, though, they had their eyes set on their opponents. All four men shake hands and now they break off; it looks like Adrian and Jameson to start it off!

They lock it up - no, wait... Adrian puts on the breaks and he's taunting Jameson! I tell you what, these two kids have such chips on their shoulders - bigger than usual - since winning those Tag Team Titles. Jameson isn't putting up with it, though! He charges right in and WALLOPS Adrian in the face with a forearm and this crowd loves it! Jameson nails him again, then whips him to the far side. Lauderdale returns and meets a boot to the ribs from Jameson. Jameson hits the ropes and comes charging straight at Adrian - OHH! He just hit him with a running knee strike to the top of the head! Lauderdale falls back into the ropes and Jameson follows him, staying on the co-holder of the richest prize a tag team can own. He drags Adrian to the corner and tags in his partner, Jason McNeill. They whip Adrian to the ropes - double boot to the stomach. They hook him up... double suplex! Jameson rolls outside and McNeill covers, just getting a two count.

He pulls Adrian up again and backs him into the corner. Quick tag to Jameson. They whip Adrian to the far corner and he hits hard. Jameson grabs McNeill now and whips him in - no, McNeill turns it and whips Jameson in - WHAM! Flying forearm in the corner! Jameson whips Adrian back out and towards McNeill - dropsault! A dropkick into a moonsault landing from McNeill! Another cover, but only a two count for Jameson. Adrian is pulled back up and gets rocked with a European uppercut. That one looks like it may have come out of England, maybe even Ireland. A second one, perhaps of Danish origin. Jameson drags Adrian to the center and slaps on a hard side headlock, wearing down the neck and head of the Champion. Going right to the roots of old school wrestling here, folks.

Lena is calling to Adrian to fight back, while Mac looks on attentively. Jameson, however, just grinds down on the hold even more. He pulls Adrian over and tags in McNeill. Jameson quickly goes behind Adrian into a hammerlock, then into an armbar on the other arm. He holds the arm up, pushing down on Adrian; McNeill scales the top rope and leaps - double axe handle to the head of Adrian. Jameson exits and McNeill reaches down, twisting Adrian into another armbar.

Adrian is down on his knees now, giving up a lot of leverage to McNeill. McNeill pushes up on the arm while Mac begins to stomp the apron, trying to rally behind his partner. Adrian glances over to Mac - it looks like he's getting the message! He swings and connects with a forearm to Chris' stomach! Another, and now he's standing - no, McNeill steps on the back of Adrian's knee and forces him down to the mat again! He quickly reaches out and tags in Jameson once more. These two kids are really showing what teamwork is all about. In my opinion, all of these multi-team matches in PWG have hurt Too Hood's cohesion in the ring.

Jameson hurries in as McNeill hangs onto the armbar - stomp right to the chest of Adrian! McNeill lets go and exits as Jameson rains down a forearm blast to the face. He pulls him up and nails one to a vertical Lauderdale, knocking him into the ropes. Whip to the far side; Adrian about to rebound and Jameson is winding up! Adrian returns - discus clothesline! No! Adrian ducks under and glides towards the ropes! He comes flying back - BAM! Flying forearm to Jameson takes him down! Adrian is getting up slowly, but Jameson is already up and coming toward him. He reaches down to Adrian - Adrian stands up and hooks him... belly to belly suplex! He takes Jameson down, he wasn't expecting that at all! Adrian is up and there it is - a tag to Mac!

Mac jumps in over the top and hurries to pull Jameson to his feet. Adrian exits and Mac connects with a wild and high boot to the sternum. Jameson is caught off guard by that one, and Mac rocks him with a forearm shiver. Whip to the far side, not giving Jameson a chance to breathe! Jameson comes back and Mac nails him with a flying leg lariat, derailing the challenger. Mac crawls over to Jameson and mounts him - continuous forearms to the face! He's just rocking him - in comes McNeill! The referee stops him, holding him back. Wait, in comes Adrian! Mac pulls Jameson up... Too Hood grab Jameson and - OHH! Double powerbomb! Jameson goes down HARD! Adrian exits the ring and Mac covers as the referee finally gets McNeill out; he turns and sees the cover! One! Two! No! Jameson kicks out at two.

Mac pulls Jameson up to his feet, and he is in bad shape, people. Tag to Adrian who quickly enters as Mac lifts Jameson up to the top rope. Leaping palmstrike from Diaz! Jameson gets rocked and now Adrian is scaling the top! He hooks up Jameson - and another tag to Diaz? Adrian lifts Jameson up - superplex!! Diaz springs up to the top rope immediately - OHH! Frog splash to Jameson connects with perfection! Adrian rolls out and Diaz covers Jameson; one! Two! In comes McNeill to break it up! A rough kick to the back of the head does the trick, and now McNeill is forced out once again by the referee.

Diaz pulls Jameson up - forearm blast to the face. Oh, and look at this - taunting McNeill! Another shot to Jameson... and now he calls McNeill on! McNeill is really heating up on the apron. Another hard shot from Mac, this time taking Jameson down to a knee. OH! He just spit at McNeill - and that's the last straw! McNeill charges in... again, the referee holds him back! Adrian enters again and they lift Jameson up... double brainbuster! A brainbuster by one guy is bad enough, but now you've got two pulling you down, right on top of your head! Vicious!

The referee turns back around in time to see Diaz rolling over Jameson; one! Two! Oh, Jameson barely gets a shoulder up. McNeill is really infuriated on the apron but he's got to realize that every time he steps in there to try and help, he's just hurting his partner. Diaz sits Jameson up now, facing the Too Hood corner. A tag to Adrian and now Mac runs behind Jameson. He charges at him - OH! Dropkick to the base of the neck! Jameson flies forward, clutching his neck. Adrian steps in and Jameson sits up a bit - SMACK! Adrian with a kick right to the chest! Jameson flies backwards and Adrian drops down for the cover. One - two - McNeill! McNeill is in and he drags Adrian to his feet! Boot to the stomach... DDT coming?? OH! Diaz charges in and just shoves McNeill out of there! He flies to the mat but pops back up - the ref holds him back again! Come on, this is just wrong now! Too Hood are cackling as they pull Jameson back to his feet. Another double brainbuster?? Whoa - McNeill pushes the ref aside! He charges at Too Hood - WHAM! Spear to Diaz! He takes Diaz down! Adrian is off-balance now with Jameson in the air - OH! Chris with a kneestrike, upside down, to the top of Adrian's head!

Adrian drops him now and Jameson lands on his feet. McNeill kicks Diaz out of the ring, then exits to his own corner. Adrian and Chris are shaking off their injuries - Adrian recovers first, though... hard lariat to Jameson takes him back down! Adrian is getting up a bit slowly too, though, feeling the effects of that harsh kneestrike to the head. He looks back to tag Mac - but he's recovering on the ground outside from McNeill's spear! Adrian turns back to Jameson, who is starting to get to his feet. He grabs him - WHAM! Forearm to the back of the head as he tries to get to his feet. He pulls Chris up and shoves him into a neutral corner. Whip to the far side and he hits hard. Adrian charges in - he gets a foot up and "The Original Gangster" eats boot leather! He flies backwards and Jameson leaps backwards, sitting on the top rope. Adrian charges in again - he catches another kick to the chops, this time spinning him in a 180. Jameson stands up on the second rope - flying bulldog takes Adrian down!

Adrian is down, but so is Jameson. He's still got to shake the beating he's been caught in! He's starting to crawl towards his corner, though, while this crowd chants, "Ja-Me-Son! Ja-Me-Son!" McNeill is going ape on the apron, trying to reach out to his partner. Mac is up too, though, and Adrian is crawling towards him. Adrian is moving a bit faster right now. There it is, Adrian tags in Mac! Mac jumps over the top and charges over - WHAM! He nails McNeill! He almost flies off of the apron, but hangs on - this time he thinks about coming in, but decides not to. Smart move. Mac pulls Jameson up and drags him away from McNeill. Hard elbow shot to maybe the temple or the ear? Now a driving elbow to the top of the head, sending Jameson falling into the ropes. Mac grabs him, whip to the ropes; reversal from Jameson. Mac hits the ropes and charges back - leapfrog from Jameson.. wait - OHH! Brilliant! He lands, charges, and dives into his corner to tag McNeill!

Jason springs up to the top rope as Mac hits the far ropes and comes flying back - MISSILE DROPKICK! McNeill kips up and Adrian charges in - right into a hurricanrana! Amazing! He flies right into the corner! Mac is getting up, crawling on his hands and knees; Adrian is charging at McNeill from behind! Jason charges at Mac - jumps on his back... OHH! Moonsault off of Diaz onto Lauderdale! Awesome! McNeill stays on his feet from the moonsault, too! Diaz is up and Jason charges at him. He plants a foot on his thigh - WHAM! Enziguiri! Diaz doesn't drop, he's just wobbling on his feet. Jason is back up and grabs him - T-Bone suplex ONTO LAUDERDALE! McNeill is tearing it up, and this crowd is loving it! Jameson is starting to recover on the apron as well.

McNeill pulls Diaz up, then nudges Adrian out of the ring. Forearm blow to the face of Diaz. Mac is visibly caught off guard here, not expecting this flurry from McNeill, especially when he thought he was in the ring with Jameson before that hot tag! Whip to the far side from McNeill; Diaz comes flying back - oh! Spinning crescent kick from Jason, and Mac hits the canvas hard! Jason charges the ropes and springs over to the apron. He leaps up to the top rope - somersault senton backsplash on Diaz, and he rolls through to his feet! He charges at the ropes and leaps to the second... Asai Moonsault! A tremendous combination from McNeill, who now covers! One! Two! No! Diaz just gets out of it!

McNeill pulls Diaz to his feet and now Jameson wants the tag?? Jason drags Mac to the corner and tags in his partner. Whip to the ropes from McNeill... spinebuster for Diaz?? No, wait... he's holding him up in the air. Jameson charges into the ropes - Hart Attack! No... partial Hart Attack? He hit that clothesline, but McNeill doesn't drop Diaz, he's holding him a few inches off of the mat. Jameson rolls out to the apron and quickly springs up to the top rope - flying legdrop to Diaz, and now he hits the canvas HARD! McNeill exits as Jameson covers - one! Two! Thr.. no! Diaz shoots an arm up once more.

Jameson drags him to his feet, another quick tag to his partner. Side suplex - into a backbreaker across the knee. McNeill steps inside and hops up to the second rope... drops the elbow! Demolition Decapitation on Diaz! Pin attempt - Diaz immediately gets his foot on the bottom rope. McNeill pulls him to his feet and nails a stiff forearm blow to the head. Diaz stumbles into the ropes and shakes his head, trying to get himself together. Whip to the far ropes... Diaz reverses! McNeill hits the ropes - oh! Adrian just clubbed him in the back of the neck! McNeill stumbles forward, holding the back of his - OHH!! Backflip kick catches Adrian right on top of the head! He drops to a knee; not a knockout move, but certainly taking him down for a moment. McNeill is up and Mac charges at him - McNeill ducks a clothesline... backflip kick! NOOO!!! MAN! He went for the kick again, but this time Mac expected it and dropkicked him in mid-air, right in the face! McNeill lands hard and Mac tags Adrian into the match.

Adrian in and he pulls Jason to his feet. Hard forearm shot from Lauderdale. McNeill stumbles backwards and drops to a knee. Adrian yanks him up and shoves him into the corner. Elbow from Adrian! Another one! Now a boot to the stomach. Oh, come on! He's got his foot right in Jason's throat, choking him in the corner! The referee is laying down the count and Adrian, to his credit, lets up before the five count. Another hard elbow shot to McNeill. Whip to the far corner now. McNeill hits hard and Adrian taunts Jameson the apron! Jameson teases stepping in but only as a means to threaten Adrian. Adrian waves him off then charges into the corner - OHHH!! McNeill got BOTH KNEES in the face of Adrian! Lauderdale hits the canvas and FAST! Wait - McNeill leaps up to the top rope! Jameson is watching on from the apron, he knows what's coming - The Spinout once McNeill is in position! He stands up straight - wait - oh! Adrian got back up and knocked the legs out from under McNeill! He crotches the top rope and now Adrian is climbing the ropes. He's on the top rope! He hooks up Jason... what's he... OH SWEET JESUS!! It'll be a miracle if this kid sees the New Year! Adrian just nailed him with the B-Town Meltdown, a top rope Tiger Driver!

Both men hit the mat hard there, though. Adrian just lifted him into the air, leapt backwards, and man, both guys are down and out on the canvas! The referee is counting them out while the crowd is showing their support with a chant of, "Let's go Jason! *clap clap clap clap clap* Let's go Jason!" They're both crawling towards their corners, now at an eleven count. They look about dead even here... what a tremendous move from Lauderdale! They both get up to all fours simultaneously and they reach out... double tags at the sixteen count! In come Jameson and Diaz! They charge the center - Diaz ducks under a running boot. Jameson spins around - forearm shot from Diaz - dropkick to the leg! Jameson hits the canvas and Diaz charges into the ropes. He comes back - Jameson pops up - sleeper hold locked on! OHH!! Sleeping neck breaker! He pulls Mac right back up and kicks him in the stomach. He charges back into the ropes and flies at Mac - lookout! Mac pops up this time and nails a spinning back-elbow on Jameson! It dazes him, but doesn't take him down. Diaz grabs him by the head and spins him around... going for a piledriver?? No, a powerbomb! Jameson lands on his feet! Boot to Diaz's stomach, and now he's going up! Wait - Diaz starts peppering Jameson with forearm blows once up in the powerbomb position! He spins around on Jameson's shoulders - Victory Roll! NO! Jameson puts on the breaks once Diaz is between his legs; he's regripping Diaz... Showstealer coming up! NO!! Lauderdale out of nowhere nails Jameson in the back! He drops Diaz! Adrian spins Jameson around - picks him up on his shoulders! Diaz is scaling the top - B-Unit!! NO! Jameson wiggles behind Adrian... OH! Shoves him into the corner, and Diaz gets crotched on the top! Inverted DDT to Lauderdale, and now Jameson shoves him out to the floor! Wait, he's calling in McNeill?? Jason charges in... they're climbing the top rope with Diaz! The crowd is on their feet! This could be it! Iconoclasm has him locked up - REMEMBERANCE!!! They just ROCKED him with it!! Jameson rolls over, hooks both legs - McNeill standing guard against Adrian! One! Two! THREE!!! THREE!!! THREE!!! THEY'VE DONE IT!! We've got NEW Tag Team Champions!!

Winner and NEW PWG Tag Team Champions: Iconoclasm

This crowd is going wild! Iconoclasm just defeated Too Hood! Too Hood has been the dominant team since their inception here in Pro Wrestling Glory, and Iconoclasm just laid their claim right here tonight, New Year's Eve! Unbelievable!