MAIN EVENT
Steel Cage Match
Dom Harter vs. Chris Tryon
The opening chords of “Superunknown” begin to play throughout the arena as Dom Harter steps out from behind the black curtain. He stands there, stroking his beard with a devilish grin on his face, not once taking his eyes off the steel cage as he begins his slow, deliberate walk down the aisle. Harter ignores most of the fans in attendance, their boos not affecting him as he runs his hand along the cage wall.
Cruz: The following contest is your main event of the evening! And it is a Steel Cage Match! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is "The Tenacious Little Bastard"... DOM HARTER!
He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, Dom makes his way to the corner as he rests his arms on the top rope and his forehead against the turnbuckle pad as he waits for his opponent.
Clement: Dom Harter has evil intentions in mind. He has been salivating at this chance to get Chris Tryon inside of a steel cage.
Grayson: And why shouldn't he? Tryon is the one that ran his mouth. Tryon is the one that taunted him. Tryon is the one that got him arrested. And Tryon is the one that got him suspended. If you ask me, Dom is clearly in the right to be angry and want revenge.
The guitar screech from the beginning of "Just Because" by Jane's Addiction blares over the house speakers, and the fans rise to their feet anticipating The Usual Suspects. Chris Tryon steps out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains. He stares out into the crowd, taking in the cheers, before walking to the ring high fiving a few of the fans in the aisle way.
Cruz: And his opponent, representing The Usual Suspects... CHRIS TRYON!
The bell sounds as Harter races over and baseball slides the steel cage door, knocking it into Tryon to boos from the crowd. Tryon immediately goes down and covers his face.
Clement: What a cheap shot that was by Dom Harter! He didn't even allow Tryon to get into the ring?
Grayson: You want to talk about cheap? Let's talk about how Tryon got Harter arrested and suspended instead of fighting him like a man...
Harter steps through the ropes before hopping down to the floor. He puts the boots to Tryon, stomping away at him to boos from the crowd. He then reaches down, picks up Tryon and slams his head against the case wall. Harter brings him back, only to slam him face-first against the cage wall. The crowd boos as Harter grabs a handful of Tryon's hair and begins to to rake Tryon's face against the case wall. The crowd boos as Tryon goes down.
Clement: Dom Harter has been relentless with his attack thus far. And it looks like he's already busted Chris Tryon open.
Grayson: And to think, the worst is yet to come...
Harter grabs Tryon by the ponytail and begins to drag him around ringside. He picks up Tryon, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the barricade. The crowd boos as Tryon clutches his throat in pain. Harter then quickly knocks him down with a clothesline.
Grayson: Too bad he didn't knock his head off while he was at it. You know he wanted to...
Harter picks up Tryon and brings him over towards the end of the aisle. He lifts Tryon up and throws him down with a scoop slam. The crowd boos as Tryon arches his back in pain. Harter then goes over, wraps his arms around Tryon's legs, drags him into position and leans back, catapulting him against the cage wall. Tryon bounces off the cage wall before falling to the floor. The crowd boos as he appears to be out of it.
Clement: I hate to say it, but this match may be over before it even started.
Grayson: This match was over the moment that it was signed. Tryon screwed himself by running his yap and acting like a coward.
Harter takes Tryon by the hair and begins to drag him around ringside again. After opening the cage door, Harter picks up Tryon and shoves him back into the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Harter steps through the ropes. The bell officially sounds as the outside referee closes and padlocks the cage door. Tryon can be seen getting up on all fours. He slowly tries to crawl across the ring. But Harter runs over and delivers a stomp to the back of the head, knocking him down to boos from the crowd.
Grayson: Where is he crawling to? Jason Marx isn't out there on the apron. He can't tag out...
Tryon again gets up on all fours. Harter places his hands on his hips as he watches Tryon struggle to move. He then runs over and delivers a punt kick to the ribs, kicking Tryon over onto his back. The crowd boos as Tryon clutches his side in pain. Harter reaches down, picks up Tryon, brings him into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Harter lunges forward and grabs Tryon by the throat with both hands. He begins to choke Tryon to boos from the crowd. As Harter continues to choke him, Tryon slowly slumps down in the corner. Harter let's go... only to delivers a series of stomps to the face. He reaches down, pulls up Tryon by the hair and whips him into the opposite corner. Harter charges across the ring, but he runs into a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. After stumbling back, Harter shakes it off before running back into the corner. This time, he gets caught with an elbow to the face. The crowd cheers. After stumbling back, Harter shakes it off and runs back into the corner. Tryon leans back and goes for another boot to the face. But Harter puts the breaks on in time and catches his foot. The crowd boos as Harter drags Tryon from out of the corner, forcing him to hop up and down on one foot. He begins to taunt Tryon. Tryon takes several wild swipes at Harter. But Harter easily evades them. He then spins Tryon away from him, lifts him up from behind and delivers an inverted implant DDT. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.
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TWO!
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Tryon gets his shoulder up.
Grayson: I don't know why Tryon bothered to get his shoulder up. This is only going to get worse.
Harter picks up Tryon and nails him with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. As Harter approaches, Tryon throws out a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the building. He then throws out another knife-edge chop.... and another. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter nails him with a haymaker to the midsection, doubling him over. He then knocks down Tryon with a clubbing shot to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as he follows up with an elbow drop to the back. He pulls Tryon over and makes the cover.
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Tryon gets his shoulder up.
Harter picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Harter throws out a clothesline. But Tryon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Harter throws him down with a back body drop. The crowd boos as Tryon arches his back in pain. While Tryon is down, Harter heads into the corner and rips off the top and middle turnbuckle pads, exposing the steel turnbuckles. The crowd boos.
Grayson: And that's perfectly legal, too, so don't even start complaining.
Clement: I'm not complaining. But you were right. Things are about to get a whole lot worse for Tryon now that those turnbuckles are exposed.
Harter heads back over and tries to pick up Tryon. But Tryon quickly rolls him up with a school boy to cheers from the crowd.
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Harter kicks out.
As both men get up, Harter stops Tryon in his tracks with an eye poke. The crowd boos. He then hoists Tryon up with a double leg pick-up, turns, charges forward and rams Tryon back-first into the exposed turnbuckles. The crowd boos as Tryon arches his back in pain. Harter brings Tryon back to the center of the ring. He hoists Tryon up with another double leg pick-up, runs forward and rams him again into the exposed steel turnbuckles. The crowd boos as Tryon can be heard moaning in immense pain. But Harter has no sympathy for him. He simply turns Tryon around and delivers a series of deep shoulder thrusts to the back. Each shoulder thrust causes Tryon to cringe with pain. While Tryon is defenseless, Harter nails him with an organ rattling kidney shot, sending Tryon crumbling to the canvas. The crowd boos as Harter smirks, taking pleasure in the punishment that he's dishing out.
Clement: I wish there was someone out here to throw in the towel for this young man. Enough's enough already.
Grayson: Oh no. It's not over until Dom says it's over!
Harter reaches down, grabs Tryon by the hair, drags him towards the center of the ring and makes the cover.
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Tryon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: Just stay down!
Clement: There's no quit in Tryon. He's showing us just who the Tenacious Little Bastard truly yeah.
Grayson: Oh yeah, he's a bastard, alright...
As Harter goes to pick up Tryon, Tryon begins to nail him with right hands to the midsection. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter knocks him down with a headbutt. He then reaches down and slowly picks up Tryon. But Tryon begins to nail him with rights and lefts to the midsection. The crowd cheers. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter connects with a high knee lift, knocking him down. The boos continues to rain down on the Tenacious Little Bastard as he stomps away on Tryon's chest. He then reaches down, picks up Tryon by the ears and goes to whip him into the corner with the exposed turnbuckles. But Tryon reverses, sending Harter towards the corner to cheers from the crowd. But at the last minute, Harter grabs onto the top rope as he puts on the breaks. When he turns around, Tryon runs towards him. Harter ducks the oncoming attack and goes to toss Tryon against the cage wall with a fireman's carry. But Tryon is somehow able to perform a headstand on the top turnbuckle. Once Harter turns around and sees this, he runs back over towards the corner. But Tryon falls down and connects with a double mule kick to the chest, knocking Harter down to cheers from the crowd.
Tryon picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Tryon into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Harter goes for a lariat. But Tryon ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, he knocks down Harter with a leaping clothesline to cheers from the crowd. After turning over onto his back, Tryon kips back up to his feet. But a jolt of pain in his lower back causes him to stumble into the ropes.
Grayson: And that's what he gets for shwoboating! You're finally getting yourself in to this match and you go and pull that stunt?
Harter turns over and sees Tryon in pain. So he gets up and runs over towards the ropes. But Tryon side steps, scoops him up and drops him with a snake eyes across the top rope. The crowd cheers as Harter stumbles across the ring. Tryon then runs over, grabs Harter from behind and throws him face-first into the cage wall. The crowd cheers. He then takes Harter, runs and throws him face-first into the second cage wall. The crowd cheers. Tryon takes Harter, runs and throws him face-first into the third cage wall. The crowd cheers. Tryon then points to the last cage wall. The crowd cheers. So Tryon grabs Harter, runs and throws him face-first into the cage wall to cheers from the crowd. Tryon stumbles to the canvas to cheers from the crowd. Tryon then heads over, picks up Harter, heads back over and slams him face-first into the cage wall. The crowd cheers. He then Harter around, grabs him by the ears and repeatedly rams him face-first into the cage wall. The crowd cheers as Harter stumbles away from the cage wall and drops down to one knee. Tryon then runs into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.
Clement: Tryon's pin attempt only gets two. But it loks like he was able to bust Harter open when he kept throwing him into the cage...
Tryon picks up Harter, runs into the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle. After turning Harter around, Tryon climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.
Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN, NINETEEN, TWENTY, TWENTY ONE, TWENTY TWO, TWENTY THREE, TWENTY FOUR, TWENTY FIVE, TWENTY SIX, TWENTY SEVEN, TWENTY EIGHT, TWENTY NINE, THIRTY!
Tryon raises his arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. But the cheers turn to boos as Harter grabs Tryon, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He then hoists Tryon up for Goodnight To The World. But Tryon slips over his shoulder and shoves him into the ropes. When Harter comes back, Tryon knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.
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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.
Grayson: Phew!
Clement: Tryon almost kicked Harter's head off with that one. I'm surprised Harter even knows where he is after all those fists to the face.
Grayson: And that blood is really staring to trickle down Dom's face now thanks to those punches.
As Tryon picks up Harter, Harter shoves Tryon away from him to create distance. When Tryon comes back over towards him, Harter knocks him down with a yakuza kick. The crowd boos. He then reaches down, picks up Tryon, runs and flings him back-first into the cage wall. The crowd boos as Tryon slips down between the cage wall and the ring ropes.
Clement: This is not a good spot to be in for Tryon...
Harter motions for him to get up. As Tryon is stuck between the cage wall and the ropes, Harter charges forward and connects with a running double knee lift, squashing Tryon to boos from the crowd. After Tryon slips down, Harter reaches through the ropes, drags Tryon back into the ring and makes the cover.
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Tryon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: How in the hell does he keep getting his shoulder up?
Clement: Call him whatever you want, but there's no quit in Chris Tryon.
Harter picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Harter throws him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as Tryon arches his back in pain. While Tryon is down, Harter goes over and tells the outside ref to unlock the cage door. The ref obliges.
Clement: What's going on here?
Grayson: It looks like Dom has had enough. He wants to win this match right now...
Once the cage door is unlocked and open, Harter tells the ref to give him a steel chair. After some reluctance on the ref's part, Harter barks at the ref to hand him a chair. The crowd boos as the fearful ref scurries over and grabs a steel chair for him.
Clement: Oh come on, ref. Don't do this! Don't let Harter bully you like this.
Grayson: That ref knows what's good for him. He doesn't want to end up like Tryon...
After making his way back over, the ref hands the chair to Harter. Harter snatches the chair and tells the ref to lock the door.
Clement: Oh God no...
Grayson: Oh God yes...
As Tryon slowly gets up on all fours, Harter begins to hit the canvas with the chair. Once Tryon gets up to his feet, Harter reaches back and wallops Tryon across the back with the chair, sending him down to his knees to boos from the crowd. Harter then takes the chair and jabs it hard into the torso, causing Tryon to bend over on all fours. After sizing him up, Harter cracks Tryon across the back with the chair, knocking him down to boos from the crowd. Harter raises the chair and nails Tryon again and again and again across the back with the chair. The crowd boos as Tryon groans in pain.
Grayson: Harter is beating Tryon like he stole his money... or got him arrested and suspended.
After throwing the chair onto the canvas, Harter positions Tryon over it and goes for a piledriver. But Tryon reverses with a back body drop to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: Tryon with the timely counter. That may have just saved him from a broken neck...
As Tryon gets up, he picks up the steel chair to cheers from the crowd. When Harter gets up and turns around, Tryon jabs hard in the midsection with the chair. He then wallops Harter across the back with the chair, knocking him down. Tryon lifts up the chair and repeatedly cracks Harter across the back with it to cheers from the crowd. Tryon stands over Harter, grips the chair, and repeatedly jabs the chair across the back of Harter's neck. The crowd cheers as Harter groans in pain.
Grayson: This isn't fair! The ref should get in the ring and take that chair from him! Or atleast disqualify him!
Clement: So you have no problem when Harter was attacking him with the chair. But now that the roles are reversed, you're taking an issue.
Grayson: ... yeah, pretty much.
Tryon picks up Harter and whips him into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. Harter can be seen cringing in pain. Tryon then takes the chair, runs over, jumps up and connects with a corner dropkick using the chair. The crowd cheers as Harter crumbles from out of the corner. Tryon turns him over and makes the cover.
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Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd.
Grayson: Ohew! Come on, Dom. You've got this...
Tryon goes over, picks up the chair, unfolds it and sits it down on the canvas. He then goes into the corner, picks up Harter, lifts him up and sits him down across the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Tryon grabs Harter and goes to superplex him onto the chair. But Harter blocks the move. So Tryon tightens his grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Harter blocks the move. After three punches to the ribs, Harter breaks free and shoves Tryon off the ropes. Tryon falls and crashes onto the chair, breaking it in the process. The crowd boos as Tryon arches his back in pain.
Clement: My God! Tryon just fell onto the chair! Tryon just fell onto the chair! His spine may never be the same!
After slowly climbing down from off the top turnbuckle, Harter heads over to Tryon. After picking him up and hooking his arms, he plants Tryon with Spin the Black Circle onto the chair debris. The crowd boos as Harter goes over and makes the cover.
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Tryon gets his shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.
Grayson: WHAT!?
Clement: He got his shoulder up! There's still some life left in Chris Tryon...
Harter then picks up Tryon, hoists him up and plants him with Goodnight To The World. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.
Grayson: ... not anymore...
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THREE!
"Superunknown" blares throughout the building to boos from the crowd.
Cruz: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER!
The crowd boos as Harter stands over Tryon. The ref tries to raise Harter's arm. But Harter quickly pulls his arm away from the ref. Harter continues to stae down at Tryon, almost daring him to move...
Clement: Dom Harter picks up the win over Chris Tryon. I hope he feels proud of himself...
Grayson: Oh, I bet he does. Chris Tryon has been nothing but a pest for the past five months. Well now, that pest has been exterminated at the hands of the Tenacious Little Bastard. Have fun going after those tag belts on your own, Marx...
