The Lawson’s music begins fading out and after a few additional seconds, the crowd dies down as well. Caleb Spires and Razor Xtreme are bickering amongst themselves, both wanting to start the match out against the Lord of the Ring, Frank Lawson who stands a few fewer in front of his corner, locked in as his cousin Tyler stands to the side, going over strategy. In order to determine who gets to start out the match, Caleb and Razor play out a grueling best two-out-of-three rock, paper, scissors battle. Going down to the wire, “The Elite One” wins in round 3, and gets to start off the match as Razor scoffs and heads out to the apron. Spires looks entirely focused as he stares across at Frank, who then shocks the veteran by heading outside the ropes, allowing “The Instant Classic” to get the start for his first match in years with the crowd giving him a loud ovation.
Mark Sanction: “It appears that Tyler Lawson and his cousin have elected to have him start the match! He hasn’t wrestled on television in roughly six years, but he’s not wasting any time in his comeback match.”
Tempest: “Perhaps it’s a good strategy to send Tyler out to open things up against Spires. While the two have only shared the ring one other time, they know each other well, having been employees together in three companies prior to XWA.”
Caleb is slightly taken aback by the selection of Tyler getting the start over the freshly-crowned Lord of the Ring, but grins anyway and claps for his longtime acquaintance, who appears to be in good shape and ready to get back into action.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Mark Sanction: “Here we go!”
The veterans head straight to the center, wasting no time springing into a collar-and-wrist tie. Both fight for leverage and try to snap the other’s head down, and Tyler’s six inch advantage is the difference maker, managing to pull Caleb low enough to wrap up a standing side headlock, dropping to one knee so he can really crank it. Spires grunts and lowers to a knee himself, but doesn’t stay in the position long, rising back up and wrapping his arms around Lawson’s midsection as he rushes him into the nearest set of ropes, initiating a break. ”One… Two…” is roughly as high as Tyler allows the count to get, releasing the headlock and allowing his opponent to stagger back to the center. Pushing himself off the ropes, “The Instant Classic” meets him there for another tie-up. This time it doesn’t work in his favor, as Caleb, another seasoned technician, tugs at Tyler’s wrist with one hand and uses his other arm to catch a quick arm drag. Lawson tries to scramble back up to his feet the moment he hits the mat, but Spires has other plans, trying to hold him in place so that he can jockey for an armbar position. Tyler isn’t going to allow it, doing his best to sucker Caleb into lowering his level into a headscissors takedown that flips him into his back, as Lawson keeps ahold of Spires’ arm, extending it while squeezing his legs together to keep the headscissors tight.
Tempest: “Neither man currently shying away from their biggest strength; a technical showdown.”
Mark Sanction: “Tyler Lawson looks like he hasn’t lost a step, coming out looking like every bit of an equal as the “The Elite One.””
Gasping for oxygen, Caleb tries to pry his adversary’s legs apart, but Lawson makes matters more difficult for him by tightening his grip. He extends Spires’ wrist and pushes his knee into his chest in a successful effort to flatten him into a pinfall as referee Wayne Johnston starts the count.
Immediately on the second slap, “Inspiring” bridges to the best of his abilities to get his shoulders off the mat. Tyler attempts to reposition and flatten him out again, but inadvertently makes his grip worse for a second, allowing Spires to twist to his stomach and free his arm, though still loosely trapped in the headscissor. Before Lawson can keep him neutralized, Caleb wraps around his thighs and does a somersault forward, putting Tyler on his back via a jackknife roll-up.
“Lawless” returns the favor, bridging through the fall attempt with a full count to spare, forcing Spires to lose his grip and roll off of him. Both men get back up to their feet quickly, while Caleb breathes deeply to refill his lungs. He doesn’t have as much time as he wishes, given Tyler is pursuing him hotly once again. In an attempt to cut off his momentum, Spires lunges in for another collar-tie that the returning veteran was waiting for. He allows Caleb to reach, but hits a quick duck-under straight into a rear waistlock. “The Elite One” plants his feet on the mat for extra leg strength as he tries to pull Lawson’s fingers apart. It’s to no avail, as Tyler steps to Caleb’s side, hoists him off the ground, and slams him forward on his chest from a waistlock takedown, keeping his waistlock tight proceeding the landing. Before he can follow up, Spires uses a jolt of energy to do an amateur stand-up, still in the waistlock. Lawson tries side-stepping for another lift, but Caleb keeps his legs planted strong, and manages to break the waistlock while simultaneously hitting a switch to put himself in control of the same position he was just in. Tyler attempts to fight it as well, his efforts for naught as “Inspiring” throws him back, overhead into a bridging German suplex as Wayne drops to the mat to make the count.
Tyler kicks his legs and rolls over to his side while Spires keeps his waistlock in. As “Lawless” rotates to his stomach and tries to base back up, Caleb is already transitioning into his next offense, tossing his right leg in to grapevine Tyler’s, and moving his arms under his chin in a fight to lock in a rear naked choke. The veteran Lawson gets up to his knees and shortens his neck, reaching up to pull Caleb’s hands apart from one another, but after a few seconds of fighting it, “The Elite One” sinks the choke in, grabbing his left bicep and using his left hand to push forward on the back of Tyler’s head, maximizing the impact.
Mark Sanction: “A very back-and-forth contest so far, and a strong start from the returning Tyler Lawson, but things may be settling in a little bit as Caleb has that choke looking pretty tight.”
Tempest: “Both men have been coming at the other with a full head of steam and trading holds, but the ring rust could finally be catching up with Lawson.”
Frank stands on the apron, clutching the ropes as he hollers for his cousin at the center of the ring to ”Get out!” while Razor Xtreme doesn’t appear too concerned with how Caleb does, patiently waiting for his turn to carry the team. Tyler’s eyelids seem to be getting heavier and he is fading quickly, while Spires clenches his teeth and tightens his grip in an effort to cut off Lawson’s oxygen supply. It seems to be effective, as Tyler’s head begins to wilt and his flailing arms become remarkably limper. Still, he has enough fight left in him to power throw an elbow, followed by a second and a third, into Caleb’s rib cage to weaken his clutches. He manages to do so any takes advantage by powering off his knees and transitioning up to his feet, choke still applied. Lawson, in a last-ditch effort, leaps backward to the best of his abilities and forces Spires to relinquish the hold by slamming him into the mat while landing on top of him. “The Elite One” wheezes and clutches at his ribs in the center of the mat while Tyler takes deep breaths and attempts to roll back to his corner where his cousin Frank is leaning over the top rope, arm extended. Just as Spires starts making it to his feet, Tyler manages to lunges forward enough to make the tag.
Tempest: “And enter, our new Lord of the Ring!”
Mark Sanction: “He looks fresh and focused. Caleb may regret being so eager to get his shot against him.”
”The Elite One” can’t hear a word of Sanction’s foreshadowing over the deafening sounds of the crowd reacting to Frank taking the ring, but regardless, he chuckles as he stands straight and locks his eyes on the rookie he’s about to pick apart. He starts picking him apart by charging Lawson and… receiving a running forearm smash to the noggin that knocks him right back to the mat. Spires, caught slightly off guard, shakes the cobwebs out of his head and pops right back to his feet to come right back at “The Be-All End-All,” who stunts his progress by lifting his knee up into Caleb’s abdomen. The knee drives the wind completely out of him, lifts him off his feet, and causes him to drop down to his knees, hunched over, when he comes back down to earth. As Spires groans agonizingly, he begins rethinking his strategy of bum-rushing a man who has 73 pounds on him. Frank won’t allow him to dwell too hard on this, as he yanks Caleb back to his feet, immediately Irish whipping him into the nearest set of ropes. Spires bounces off the ropes and rebounds toward Lawson who swings an elbow toward his head. “Inspiring” ducks the elbow and continues his momentum into the opposite set of ropes, building up a real head of steam as he meets Frank in the center nice again… running right into a palm-forward, full-strength chop so thunderous that the nosebleed attendees rub their chests in sympathy.
Mark Sanction: “Good Lord, that sounded painful! And the look on Caleb’s face seems to confirm that.”
Tempest: “An open-handed chop is going to hurt from nearly anyone delivering it; but considering this size difference, that looked excruciating.”
Mumbling and trembling, Spires’s knees buckle and he drops down on them. Not missing a beat, Frank continues his onslaught by dropping down into a front facelock. Caleb thrashing about, clubbing Lawson in his sides in an attempt to break free, but he stands no legitimate chance. “The Zero Wolf” pulls him up to his feet, quickly transitioning his hold and launching the much smaller veteran with a single undertook throw that sees him reach a peak of nearly eight feet before crashing down on his back. The audience is now constantly buzzing while Lawson settles into a groove, though still appearing every bit as focused as the moment he stepped in the ring. Spires, on the other hand, looks like a man writhing on the ground due to back pain, with a big red handprint outline on his chest. Razor Xtreme stands on the apron, chuckling as his partner struggles standing up. Frank Lawson, being the gentleman that he is, gives him a helping hand. On second thought… Nope, he’s definitely not helping. He’s instead throwing Caleb over his shoulder courtesy of a modified belly-to-belly suplex.
Tempest: “What an absolute display from the Lord of the Ring thus far. From the moment he stepped in the ring, it’s been a one-man show.”
Mark Sanction: “Before the bell rang, you could get the sense Caleb was anticipating getting his shot at Frank. Well, ask and you shall receive.”
As gravity gives out on Spires, once again, he finds himself free-falling to the mat, crashing on his back. He hollers out painfully, grasping at his back to massage it, as Frank drops to his knees and gets chest-to-chest for his first fall attempt.
No easy task, but Caleb manages to get his shoulder up in time. “The Be-All End-All” doesn’t appear concerned, having controlled the entire match up to this point. Instead, he goes right back to work; grabbing Spires by the legs and folding them up as he interlocks his hands to set up a Texas Cloverleaf, as his cousin nods in appreciation. Caleb kicks his legs to try and break Frank’s grip, but he is simply outmatched as Frank takes one big step and flips Spires onto his stomach, eliciting immediate screams. “The Elite One” is wide-eyed and jaw-dropped, banging his fists on the mat and trying to claw his way to the nearest ropes, which are still a few feet away. Frank, in order to keep him stationary, uses one of his best assets for a situation like this; 73 additional pounds. And it’s effective, as Caleb’s trek to a rope break is no easy expedition. Regardless, he uses every bit of strength he can muster to army-crawl with his forearms and nears the ropes. Razor, standing on that same side of the apron, sees his partner getting close. He takes his foot, sets it on the rope, and… pulls it back further while chuckling?
Mark Sanction: “Is Razor… Is he seriously trying to prevent his own partner from getting a rope break?”
Tempest: “You know, this has been one pretty bizarre episode of Massacre so far, this seems kind of mild in comparison.”
Lawson attempts walking him back toward the center, but Spires, screaming both in pain and at his partner, is fighting with everything he can to not tap and reach the rope. Finally, Razor finishes trolling Caleb and uses his foot to push the rope inward enough to help it nearly graze his fingertips. One more big stretch, and “Inspiring” gets a grasp on the bottom rope. Wayne directs his attention to Frank and alerts him to let go. ”One! Two! Three!” Lawson relinquishes Spires’ legs, allowing them to drop limply to the mat. Caleb continues holding onto the rope, taking a moment of recovery on the ground. After a few seconds pass and Spires shows no immediate desire to head back to the center, Frank decides otherwise, grabbing an ankle in each hand and pulling him back to the center. When they get there, Caleb finally gets something working for him, by tucking his knees into his chest and extending his legs quickly, planting the soles of his boots into Lawson’s chest. “The Zero Wolf” stumbles backward, stopped only by a turnbuckle into his back while Spires begins pulling himself up in the center. Frank pushes himself out of the corner to get his hands on Caleb once again, but the crafty veteran waits until he gets in striking distance and delivers a dropkick straight into his right knee. Lawson lets out a grunt as his knee buckles and he has to throw his hands in front of him to not face-plant. Giving him no time to recover, Spires is back on his feet and on the move, bouncing off the ropes that are behind Frank, and diving at the back of his patella with a chop block to immediately bring him down as he tries standing.
Tempest: “There is that wrestling IQ we’ve been waiting to see out of Caleb. Grappling with Frank, being that outsized, was always going to be an uphill battle for him, but isolating his knee is arguably the best way to level the playing field.”
Mark Sanction: “Spot on, Tempest. Caleb found a quick opening and took
”The Zero Wolf” lets out a displeasurable grunt while trying not to collapse all the way. Spires, on the other hand, is working with a small jolt of adrenaline as he rolls back up to his feet, still clutching at his back, but acting quickly to prevent Frank from recovering. The big man props up on his left knee, and Spires lunges at him, planting one foot on his knee and swinging his other into the side of Lawson’s head with his step-up enzuigiri known as Encore. For the first time in the contest, Frank’s body hits the mat, the kick rattling him to the point he can no longer keep his balance, while the crowd continues buzzing. Caleb sits up a few feet away from him, still clenching his teeth whenever he moves his back. He decides to give himself a bit of recovery time by letting his fresh partner get his shot. “Inspiring” scoots back toward the nearest set of ropes so he can pull himself upright. He does so while Frank begins to lift himself up, and Caleb hobbles over to Razor Xtreme to tag him in with a 50%+ strength knife-edge chop to the chest.
Mark Sanction: “An interesting way to make the tag, but Razor Xtreme enters the ring for the first time tonight! And he has a good head-start against Lawson, who is recovering from a boot to the head.”
Tempest: “The man that was eliminated by Frank in the semifinals of the Lord of the Ring, I would imagine Razor is looking forward to a shot at some redemption.”
”The Queen of Kings” grimaces at first, shooting his partner a dirty look for his peculiar way of tagging in, before turning his attention back to Frank. His scowl turns into a grin as he spots The Lord of the Ring struggling to get back up, and he turns back to Caleb who is now lying on his side, resting on the apron. ”Watch this,” Razor barks at his partner as he sizes up Frank for the perfect opportunity to bring him down with his own version of a step-up enzuigiri, this one known as Flashbang, managing to pull it off every bit as well, if not better, than Caleb’s Encore. Lawson responds to this as expected; falling forward and basically face-planting on the landing. Xtreme hops back up to his feet, celebrating his enzuigiri as the fans begin jeering. He glances at Spires once again and calls out to him, making sure that he is watching him go to work on the man that just annihilated him. He bends over, using all the strength he can, and pushes Lawson off of his stomach and to his back. Before the big man has a chance to recovery and evade danger, Razor gets a running start to the nearest ropes, leaps onto the middle one, and catapults off of it to deliver a picture-perfect Xtremesault onto the midsection of the downed Frank. As Lawson convulses and grabs at his ribs, Razor lifts one of his legs in hopes that was enough.
It’s going to take more than that, as “The Be-All End-All” kicks out forcefully, sending Razor rolling off of him. Lawson rolls back into his side, attempting to once again make it to his feet with the process getting slower with each move Xtreme performs. While Frank pushes himself up, Razor has locked eyes with Tyler, who he has a bit of a brief shouting match with before turning his attention back to his cousin who is back on his feet. “The Queen of Kings” continues pouring it on Lawson, lifting his leg up for a big boot right into Frank’s pearly whites, causing him to stumble backward while fighting to stay on his feet. Mission accomplished, but only because he stumbles back into a corner that he uses to keep propped up. And Razor is still not letting up, jolting at him for a running double knees drilling him right in the chest at full force. Frank’s legs nearly give out, but with his armpits draped over the top rope he stays upright, though certainly flustered from the continuous action Razor is stringing together. He has no plans on stopping now, rushing Lawson yet again for an attempted clothesline. Frank finally has had enough, and tosses up an elbow at the last second that collided with Razor’s cheek. “The Queen of Kings” is utterly stunned, and takes a few steps back, dropping on one one while he covers up his face with both hands. Frank shakes his head to unrattle it, and emerges from the corner, limping and breathing heavily, but still energized enough to push out of the corner and pull Razor into his clutches for what appears to be an Argentine back break position. The crowd is fully behind Frank as he spins Razor up on his shoulder and slams him down via his signature Cyclone Drop.
Tempest: “A strong start for Razor after getting the tag, running right in and stringing together a nice sequence, but the sleeping beast in Frank Lawson has woken up and is finally striking back.”
Mark Sanction: “Well, Frank does have a recent victory over Razor Xtreme, so we already know he’s capable of getting the better of him.”
Both men lie on the mat, Razor writhing in pain while grabbing his back while Frank continues taking a seat on the mat, sucking in oxygen and moving slower as the quick flurries from Caleb and Razor have both taken a toll on him. Razor, having taken his first bump of the match, doesn’t stay grounded for too long, but in the time it took for him to recover, Frank is already an arm’s length away from Tyler, who is bouncing up and down on the apron in anticipation to get his hands on “The Queen of Kings.” Razor lunges forward to try and grab Frank’s ankle and pull him back to the center, but Tyler’s hand has already been slapped before he can. Wide-eyed, Razor takes a couple steps back as a man he has quite a history with takes the ring. Frank rolls out to the apron to rejuvenate while his cousin greets his old pal Razor in the center of the ring with a hard club to the side of the head. Razor returns favor and the two begin laying in blow after blow into each other with the crowd going wild.
Mark Sanction: “Good Lord! These two are relentless, I’m going to assume they are familiar with one another.”
Tempest: “Two competitors more known for their technical ability, they’re throwing that out the window and throwing fists into each other.”
The exchange is finally broken up by Lawson, who ducks under one of Razor’s wildly thrown fists, and pushes him down while sweeping his leg out from an STO. Tyler bounces back up, ready for Razor to pull himself up. He does so, and stumbles into a knee to the gut. “The Queen of Kings” wheezes and bends down, allowing perfect position for Tyler to drill his head into the mat courtesy of a DDT. With the audience firmly backing him, “Lawless” rolls right back up to his feet, adrenaline flowing through his veins. Razor takes a different approach, which is having his head bounce off the mat, and slump on his side motionless. No matter for Tyler, who gets comfortable in a corner waiting for Xtreme to come to. It takes a few seconds and help from the ropes, but he makes it upright, fumbles about, and turns around to get a spear that knocks him into Massacre #61. Smack in the center of the ring, Lawson wastes no time hooking his leg and going for the fall with the crowd screaming along.
Razor keeps his chances alive with a kick out without a breath to spare. Caleb stands on the apron, agitated and ready to get back in the ring. But Tyler has his current opponent right where he wants him and intends to keep it that way. He gets back up to his feet and waits for Razor to do the same. Using the nearest corner, still not one with his partner in it, “The Queen of Kings” grabs the second rope and begins to pull himself up. Lawson takes off and charges Xtreme for a running leg lariat, but on his landing he finds nothing but turnbuckle. Razor rolls under and a few feet out while Tyler has to grab onto the ropes to ensure he does land awkwardly, giving his opponent some time to recover and strategize. He uses those tactics wisely, and grabs ahold of Lawson’s arm once he falls back down to the mat. Razor Irish whips him across the ring, a visible gimp in his leg that drilled the turnbuckle, and when he rebounds he is met with a Knee of Royalty right to the face. The effort causes Razor to fall back to a knee and recover again upon landing, but Lawson is on the ground, trying to sit up and with a trickle of blood coming out of his left nostril. Xtreme recovers, pushes himself back up to his feet, and turns to face Tyler with a devilish look in his eyes. He waits patiently for Lawson to stand up so that he can meet him with an attempted Royal Nightmare roundhouse kick. However, as he swings his foot up for Tyler’s head, he instead finds his ankle tucked in his armpit. Wide-eyed. Razor attempts to hop away, but “The Instant Classic” has other plans, sweeping his opponent’s other leg and catching that ankle as well. He grins and peers out into the crowd who has an idea of what is coming.
Mark Sanction: “I think Tyler Lawson has a Sharpshooter in mind! Razor Xtreme is flailing about, but Tyler looks to be stabilizing him nicely.”
Throwing his arms about and trying to prevent everything that is about to happen, Razor is in pure panic mode. Tyler steps through and crosses Xtreme’s legs in front of his own, straightens himself out, and takes a big step over, flipping his opponent on his stomach to lock in his Sharpshooter. Razor is instantly screaming in agony and the crowd is instantly screaming in happiness.
Tempest: “There it is! Razor is caught locked in the Sharpshooter right in the middle of the ring. Tyler is looking to end things.”
Banging his fists against the mat and clutching his hair for some form of pain outlet, Razor looks dead-to-rights with no escape plan. Frank cheers on his cousin from the apron, while Caleb still just looks agitated, encouraging Razor to not submit with eloquent statements like ”Don’t you dare tap out, bitch.” Though hollering and shaking in pain, Razor does manage to give Caleb a middle finger. And he does fight. He bangs his fists against the mat, claws at it, army crawls to the best of his ability, but Tyler is there every step of the way, trying to walk him back whenever he gets close. Razor’s hand is hovering above the mat, as if he is getting close to giving in, and Spires has seen enough. He drops off of the apron and waits for Wayne to take his attention away from Razor and onto Tyler for one second, so that he can reach under the rope and pull Razor’s hand onto it. Wayne turns back and sees the rope break, Caleb a few feet away, and a booing crowd who wanted to see “The Queen of Kings” submit.
Mark Sanction: “Caleb borderline cheated there, but he keeps the match alive for him and Razor Xtreme.”
Knowing damn-well Spires was up to some shenanigans, but having no visual proof, Johnston sighs and alerts Tyler that he must let go. Nah. Lawson holds on and even leans back further to increase the pressure. ”One! Two! Three! Four! F-“ Using about as much time as he is allowed, Tyler makes sure to make Razor pay before dropping his legs to the mat and turning his attention to Caleb standing on the outside trying to look innocent. Disgruntled, Tyler shakes his head and stands behind Razor who is trying to crawl his way up the ropes. He drapes himself across the top rope as Lawson approaches him. In a quick motion, “The Best of All Time” catches him off guard, and in the skull, with a Royal Nightmare roundhouse kick that failed earlier. The two both collapse on the mat, rolling away from one another and, wouldn’t you know it, toward the corners their fresh partners reside in. The crowd are on their feet at this point, and Frank and Caleb are both visibly ready to get back in the ring. Simultaneously, their partners lunge forward to make the tags and get them both in the ring.
Tempest: “Here we go again! Caleb vs. Frank round two. Both are rested and have been ready to get back into the action, let’s see how it goes from here.”
Mark Sanction: “The first time these two matched up, Frank Lawson was tossing Caleb around like it was absolutely nothing. Let’s see if “The Elite One” will come out with a different approach.”
Spires and Lawson both step through the ropes and charge to the center, and Caleb immediately stomps Frank’s right knee that he had targeted just before tagging out earlier. Lawson’s knee buckles and he lets out a bit of a yelp while scooting away from Spires who is attempting to plant his boot into his knee yet again. “The Zero Wolf” retreats to the nearest corner, and Caleb stays put to give him a few seconds to stand all the way up. Spires takes off and smashes Frank in the chin with a running knee strike, immediately hopping back from the ropes after. “The Elite One” hops up and down, preparing to deliver another running knee to Lawson. As he gets near, the big man gets a jolt of energy to launch his much smaller opponent upward and nail him with a Pop-up Lariat that has Spires crumble to the mat in a heap on his landing. Frank grabs at his jaw and his knee and directs his attention back to Caleb trying to work his way back up. The Lord of the Ring has other plans, getting a double arm hook on Spires and launching him with an overhead butterfly suplex that has the crowd roaring, as they know what usually follows.
Mark Sanction: “I have a feeling Frank Lawson has the end in mind. We’ve seen what this leads into…”
Caleb groans and grabs at his back once again, as Frank has tossed him around a majority of his time in the ring. And he isn’t done yet. Though this time, Frank isn’t slamming Caleb on his back. This time, he is lifting him up in a suplex position and Toxic Spikes him on the top of his cranium.
Tempest: “Toxic Spike! He nailed it to perfection! We may be three seconds from having a new winner.”
The majority of the fans are cheering for Lawson, who rolls over on top of his lifeless opponent and looks to finish it off.
Caleb was not likely to kick out, but Razor makes that point obsolete by diving into the ring and dropping into Frank’s back with a double axe-handle.
Mark Sanction: “And Razor is the one to save the match this time! The Lawsons have both had their opponents beaten at some point.”
Razor immediately scampers back out of the ring after doing so, and Frank does not look happy at all, standing straight up and staring at Razor who looks like he already regrets his decision. “The Zero Wolf” glances at his floored opponent and then over at his cousin. Thinking the same thing, Frank heads over to Tyler and tags him in, so that he can set his sights on Razor Xtreme by fending him off. “The Queen of Kings” has wide eyes and slowly starts taking steps back, while Frank is getting closer and faster by the second. Finally, Lawson gets close enough and Razor rushes him so that the two can get into a striking exchange. On the inside of the ring, Tyler is hoisting Spires up in a second Toxic Spike attempt when Lawson is caught by surprise by peering outside and seeing his cousin take a drop toe hold that sends him careening into the steel steps, the big man dislodging the top portion of the steps. In this debacle, Tyler loses focus long enough for Caleb to slip out of the Toxic Spike and land on his feet, clutching the ropes for support. “Lawless” turns to face him, and is met with a Lights Out superkick that knocks him straight On his back, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Caleb drops to the ground and hooks a leg, crossing his fingers this will do it.
It does not do it. Tyler kicks out with not a millisecond to spare, and Spires is irate. Exhausted and panting, but also irate. He scoots over to his corner and reaches overhead to grasp the ropes and pull himself up, stalking Lawson, sizing him up for a Facial. As he is waiting. Razor hops up on the apron and taps Caleb in the back before slipping into the ring, grabbing his partner by the rights and neck so that he can hurl him through the middle and top ropes to the outside area, with Frank.
Mark Sanction: “Another very odd moment from this Caleb Spires/Razor Xtreme partnership. Razor has just thrown Spires out of the ring for no reason?”
Tempest: “Oh, it’s for a reason. He is making sure he is the one that gets to take the glory for the win.”
Razor anticipates Tyler getting up, but when he does so holding his jaw, Razor launches forward to deliver the Royal Vanquish, a Busaiku knee that connects with Lawson’s temple and forces him to crash on the mat like a sack of ‘taters. “The Best of All Time” catches his breath, shakes his head loose, and crawls over to hook the leg of his limp opponent.
Frank is propped up on the apron, trying to get in and break up the pin, but he doesn’t get there early enough.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Hana Ramierez: “Here are your winners… Caleb Spires and Razor Xtreme!”
”Try This” plays loudly over the speakers as Razor rolls off the top of Tyler, screeching in celebration. Frank slams his fists against the mat, angry and defeated, as his dizzy cousin barrel-rolls toward him, to which he helps him out of the ring. Caleb, on the other hand, is not thrilled with Razor throwing him out of the ring, and slips back in to have a conversation with him about it. Razor brushes it off, the commentators talk about stuff, and we cut to something else.